Your Honor (2022): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Judge Michael Jacobi tries to remove the traces of the accident. Inspector Kirchner, however, sends forensics to him. Arija Sailovic, the sister of the motorcyclist who is in a coma, does not believe it was an accident. She suspec...

Don't get up.

Hello, butcher.

Take it easy, guys.

What's the problem?

You're the problem, okay?

Okay.

Come on, come in.

YOUR HONOR

SECRETARY GENERAL TRAPP'S OBSTRUCTIONIST
STANCE REMAINS CONTROVERSIAL.

FEDERAL JUSTICE MINISTER
SECRETARY GENERAL

-Anton?
-Good morning.



-I accept your offer.
-That's fantastic.

I can't tell you how pleased I am.

Yes, I'm pleased too.

I'm... I'm pleased too.

Talk.

Why didn't the delivery arrive?

Does Pasquale know you're here?

Your friend Pasquale is dead.

From now on you talk to me. Got it?

And what's your name?

Carlo.

Carlo.

Carlo.

Do you know who I am?



Just a damn smuggler.

Now I'll tell you something.

I was already working for your family when
you were still in your mama's belly.

And there's never been any problems.

It does happen, Carlo,
that a truck gets lost.

It happens every few years.

No need to shit your pants.

Right?

Don't lie to me, old man.

Don't call me a liar, you little bastard.

You'll behave in my house! Got it?

You'll get your merchandise back.

Or do you want to do all your shit
on your own?

You've got balls, I'll give you that.

But next time we come,

I'm going to cut them off.

Got it?

I told you to stay in bed.

In two years at the latest...

they'll be gone,
those two coked-up jackasses.

Then other kids will take their place.

I don't want to do this anymore.

At 9.45 pm,

Mr. Jakob Holzmann,
under the influence of alcohol,

enters the defendant's house.

Let's remember the fact that
at this point in time, he is 17 years old.

He's just a normal teenager

who's about to play a prank
on his neighbor.

A prank by a silly boy
that would end in tragedy

because the defendant saw no other way

than to make use of her firearm.

Julian, take it.

All right?

What's the matter?

She wants more money.

How much?

Another fifty.

Holy shit.

For that, Sascha will go to jail
if he has to,

and the others
will keep their mouths shut.

Good.

Okay.

Mom, they're trying to frame me.

What do I always tell you?

The police lie
as soon as they open their mouths.

-But this time it's different.
-How is it different?

I can't talk now. Everybody's listening.

Saschi.

You just have to keep your mouth shut.

That lawyer lady will do the rest for you.

Believe me...
you're helping us all a lot right now.

You'll be out soon anyway.

-Mom, I have to hang up.
-Saschi, don't disgrace us, okay?

Hi.

How are you, my friend? All right?

-I'm Bojan. What's your name?
-Sascha.

Nice to meet you, Sasha.
You just got in here, didn't you?

-Yeah.
-Listen, my friend.

If you need anything in here,
I've got it all.

I've got cigarettes, candy bars, chips.

I've got toiletries.

Deodorant, shower gel, shampoo.
Everything, Sascha.

-You can always come to me, all right?
-Okay.

Tell me, my friend. Why are you in here?

Assault.

Assault.

Then you're a fighter, huh?

My friend, can you do me a favor?

Sure.

If you hear of anyone, Sascha,
who's been in a car accident,

or stole a car,
or had anything at all to do with cars,

you come to me, my friend, okay?

-Okay.
-You're all right, Sascha. You're fine.

See you around.

-Hi.
-Hi.

What are you doing?

Hi, Bruno.

Did you just take a picture
of the duty roster?

Memory aid.

I'd forget my head
if it weren't screwed on.

Right, what about data protection?

Where's the difference between the roster
hanging there or me taking a photo?

One is practical
and the other is a warning.

All right.

Wait a minute!

Delete it.

Are you serious?

Delete it.

Am I good now?

Yes.

Our man at customs says that one
of his colleagues noticed something.

That's why he has to lay low for a while.

Do you know who came this morning?

To my house?

Two rug rats from the 'Ndrangheta.

Some 12-year-old holds a gun
against me right here!

How do the Yugos know our route?

We have a rat.

Find out who, or I'll go crazy.

We hid the truck in the forest.

And we got rid of the GPS.

Keep talking.

I don't want to interrupt you.

He called someone just before.

Good.

I want the butcher to know
who he's dealing with.

Where is the driver now?

He could have been interrogated.

We know what happened.

Zlatan made the butcher
an offer he didn't like.

And suddenly there are raids
and an attack on Zlatan.

Of course he's behind it.

Who else could it be?

So why don't we nab him?

Arija.

What do you think your father will say
when I tell him

what you're doing here?

I just want to understand
what you're doing.

Know what this is?

This is our trump card.

If the butcher wants his merchandise back,

he has to come to us.

The Yugos are in there.

And if they find out why I'm here,
they'll stab me to death.

I couldn't have run him over.

They say it was at noon,
but I was out with my brother then.

Wait a minute.
Then your brother has to testify.

That would only cause him stress.

Why?

We were stealing a car.

What kind of car?

A white Opel Corsa.

I didn't run him over.
You have to believe me. Really.

Do you believe me?

Yes.

Of course I believe you.

Michael.

Sorry to barge in on you like this,
but do you have a moment?

It was the night before her first opening.

She insisted I pick one out.

I don't think I really understood
a lot of her paintings.

Maybe you just
didn't take the time for that.

Michael, what is it?

A really good friend of mine
is in trouble.

He has a little company.
A really nice guy.

He's always treated his people well.

And now he's short on funds.

He asked me if I could help him.

I'd like to do that,

but I don't have the money right now.

What kind of sum are we talking about?

50,000.

And this is a friend of yours?

Yes.

All right.

Let's give him a hand, then.

Pickup at 11 am. Wednesday, November 24th.

200 pigs, 32 cows, 90 calves.

Pickup at 10.45 am.

25 trucks, five workers, 250 cows,

170 calves, 250 pigs.

Thursday, November 25th. 300 pigs.

Mrs. Zuber?

Hello. My name is Lisa Schwarz.
I'm Sascha's lawyer.

I'd like to speak to Walli Zuber,
if that's possible.

Well, talk then.

Walli?

-Could we possibly talk in private?
-We have no secrets there.

Sascha told me that he was out
with his brother on the day of his arrest.

Is that right?

It would really help tremendously
if Walli were to make a statement.

He was just in prison for two years.
He has to take care of his son now.

All he'd have to do
is say they were together.

He doesn't have to incriminate himself.

I can guarantee that.

Yeah, right.

You guarantee that, doll.

You're just a puppet of the state.

In the end, they'll take
both my boys away from me.

Walli won't make a statement. Basta.

Mrs. Zuber...

Sascha's afraid.

Are you telling me
that you know my boy better than I do?

We can't help you.

Now get out of here.

Go back in.

Hey!

Oh shit.

Get lost!

Get out of here, you miserable bitch!

-Hey, there. How's it going?
-Good.

From your class?

Looks nice. Is she nice?

-What did you two talk about?
-Well... school.

Hey. Julian, come on. Not like that.

What were you two talking about?

How should I know?
About all kinds of things.

Are you kidding me?
I can see what's going on here.

Why? What's supposed to be going on?

Look at you. You're head over heels.

That... that's not possible now.
It's... just too dangerous.

Do you think I'm stupid?
I'm not telling her anything.

Oh yeah?

You have no idea how hard it is
to keep things to yourself.

You know what?

It's not that hard at all.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing.

What if you blab? What then?

Before you start anything,

I want you to end this. Got it?

How can you rather have
your own son in jail

than sit down to talk to me?

Years of distrust of anything
even remotely related to the state.

That's just silly.

Try to put yourself in their shoes.

They're constantly being told
by some official that they don't belong.

That they're not wanted.

You don't develop a sympathetic view then,
do you?

Michael, about the risk.
I know what's going on now.

They're saying
he hit one of the Sailovics.

Was?

I don't believe it.

Where did that come from?

That's what Sascha told me today.

-Sascha Zuber?
-Yes.

-Did he say anything else?
-Yes.

He says that he was stealing a car with
his brother at the time of the accident.

That's why
I wanted to talk to Walli Zuber.

He has an alibi?

I saw that at the Zuber farm.
Sascha was talking about one just like it.

That's...

That's good.

Go to the police with it.

Even if alibis from relatives
aren't worth much.

But if a similar car was reported stolen,
they'll have to follow up on it.

It's best if you talk to Kirchner.

I knew he had nothing to do with it.

I saw it in his eyes.

I wonder what they
have on him in the Sailovic thing.

Nothing.

They have nothing on him.

And that's why they questioned him
without you.

They want him to be guilty.

It makes things easier for them.

Wait a minute.

You think that's what's going on here?

If Sascha Zuber seriously thinks
they can pin the Sailovic accident on him,

he'll go into a panic.

In custody, he's completely
at the Sailovics' mercy.

And the police want him in a panic.

They want him to talk his head off.

And that, Lisa,
is what you must protect him from.

He should only let you speak.

You have to make that clear to him.

Good work, Lisa.

Very good.

What are you still doing there?
Closing time. Go on home.

Hey, take it easy, Walli.

-You know me. Just kidding.
-Sure, Mr. Lindner.

Not "Mr. Lindner". "Uli" or "boss".

Wow, that's some handshake.

What's wrong with you? Not doing so well?

Others are sitting at home, or flitting
about, bonking a girl. What about you?

You're hanging around here.

There's a lot of stress at home,
Mr. Lind... Uli.

Stress at home?

What kind of stress do you have?

Good evening, Franz.

Your charming wife
was kind enough to invite me in.

What do you want here?

Go on, Eva, give us a minute, okay?

Yes.

Then...

I'd be very happy to see you again.

Have a seat.

How long has it been
since we last saw each other?

Do you know?

20 years.

Unbelievable, right?

But what you won't believe is...

nobody told me.

I didn't even know you were back.

And where does little Franzi work?

At customs.

With a criminal record.
Blows your mind, huh?

What do you want here, I asked you.

Still angry about your father?

I knew him well, your dad.

Give me a reason why I shouldn't
bash your head in right now.

Listen...

Let's let bygones be bygones, Franz.

I've always liked you.
I knew you when you were this high.

I'd like for us... to be friends.

And as fate would have it,
it could be so easy.

All you need to do is just...

be a bit more cooperative at work.

At customs.

And then I'd completely
lose interest in the question

of why you gave
Christine Zuber 50,000 euros.

You have to admit,
that's a lot of dough, isn't it?

For a customs agent?

I think you'd better go now.

Don't lose your nerve, Franzi.

Don't make the same mistake
as your father.

Get out.

Out!

It was really nice
to see you again, Franzi.

Kisses to the wife.

Take care, Franzi.

-Franz. Franz, what is it?
-It's all right.

-What happened?
-I'm all right.

And you're being absolutely honest
with me now?

Yes, I swear, Mr. Muhr.
I've told you everything. Everything.

You know...

I'm risking my ass here for you right now.

I hope you realize that.

Good.

The highway is about
one and a half miles that way.

Right.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Muhr.
Thank you so much.

I can't even tell you.

Thank you so much.

It's all right, my boy.
Now get out of here.

Thank you.

Aren't you hungry?

Sorry.

I just can't eat anything right now.

Because of your brother?

No problem.

My mother called.

They'll be in Innsbruck in two days.
They invited us to dinner.

I know, the timing isn't ideal, but...

I accepted.

Is that okay?

Yeah, sure.

You're sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure.

Hey.

You know what you need?

Distraction. Get your mind off things.

The latest incident on the B183

also suggests a connection
with the fiercely contested drug market.

The police are still searching
for clues to the accident.

While officially,
there is still talk of a hit and run,

insiders suspect it may in fact
have been an act of revenge.

For the victim was no stranger
to the underworld.

According to the police,
the accident occurred

at midday on November 15th.

The victim in the accident
is a member of the Sailovic clan.

Then it's up to the studio.

...of a Serbian mafia clan.

I think I 've got pretty good chances,

I want to do tribals.

Tribals. People are into them, you know?

-I swear, even Ötzi had tribals.
-Shut the fuck up, dude.

...trial, which gained huge media
attention, lasted no less than six months.

Many consider the outcome of the trial

a success against organized crime.

However, experts fear that only one head
of the hydra has been cut off.

The battle
for the drug transshipment point...

Dad, if there's anything I can do,
you'll let me know, right?

No, everything's fine.

Come here.

I was thinking about accepting the offer.

To become
the new secretary general of justice.

Okay.

Then I'd be the right hand
of the justice minister.

So we'd be much more in the public eye,

but we'd be under state protection.

A bit like back then.

Only this time, the guys
will be better dressed.

I found the rat.

But it's all taken care of.

There's something else.

I heard the Serb's little daughter
is in town.

Studied economics in London.

Works for a management consultancy.
A big company.

But otherwise a blank slate.

I didn't know...

that the old Yugo had a little princess.

-What do you want to drink?
-Gin and tonic.

Hey, Hendrick!

-How are you doing?
-Hey there!

Hey! Hey what brings you to Innsbruck?

My girlfriend.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-This is my girlfriend.
-Right. Hello.

Do you want to join us in the lounge?

-Yeah, for sure.
-Okay. All the way in the back.

Yeah.

Okay, listen. I took over from my dad.
And expanded right away.

We have car dealerships in Innsbruck,
Imst and Kufstein.

Bam, bam, bam.

Then we're expanding to Salzburg,
and we have a net profit per branch

of 80,500 monthly on average!

Hey, bro!

Unbelievable! People, this is...

one of my friends.

Yeah, no problem. Having fun?

Hey, thanks! Ciao!

With the Yugos you always
have to be careful not to get ripped off.

What about you? Where do you come from?

Sorry, I couldn't get here any faster.

But tell Zuber
to shut her boy the hell up, will you?

Here.

Did Julian run over Sailovic?

What kind of friend are you, anyway?

What kind of friend are you?

What was I supposed to do?

-Tell you the truth?
-You should have told me, yes.

-Would you have helped me then?
-Who gives a shit now?

I'll fix it.

I'll fix it.

I just need a little time, okay?

To get everything back in order.

I need a little bit of time.
I just need some time! Okay?

You still think you're
going to get out of this.

But it's too late.

-You can't turn it back.
-What do you mean by that?

From now on, everybody takes care
of his own problems. That's what I mean.

I'll fix this, Franz. I... I have a plan.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Franz.

You've lost your mind, Michael.

You can't leave me hanging now.

-Franz?
-Oh yes, I can.

Listen...

Franz!

Franz!

You can't just...

Okay, then go. Then get lost!

Shit.

-Schwarz.
-You have to come here. Right now.

-Sascha, what happened?
-Not on the phone.

What?

I know who did it.

Subtitles: Todd Dennie et al.
Eurotape - Nordkurier Mediengruppe - 2022