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I must tell you about my dream.

I was in a forest,

but the trees were bare and instead of moss there was only ash on the ground.

I heard a scream, as if of a wounded animal.

I followed the sound,

deeper and deeper into the woods.

The cry was so heart-rending

that my heart was breaking.

And then ...

I finally found you.

You, in your primal form.

And I realized it's not a dream, but ...

a memory of our first meeting.

I woke up,

happy.

Soon, you'll be ready.

Soon, you'll be free.

Pagan Peak [Der Pass]

I work in a bakery. I must be up at 5 am.

Yes ...

This house has thin walls,

I live next door, and your phone keeps ringing!

Again! You can go crazy!

What is wrong with you?

Does it have to ring all the time?

Switch it to vibration for the night!

- Winter, yes?

What?

- I'll go mad with such a neighbor! I get up at five!

- Who is it?

- I work at a bakery!

- Who said so?

Why are you calling?

- Next time I'll call the police!

- Where did you get my number?

- At five!

- What? Speak slowly, OK?

- I eight hours of sleep or I'm dead! - Speak slowly!

Are you completely mad?!

Next time it's the police! I need to get up!

- Where's that? Don't move anywhere!

Yes?

It's me.

That fucking Albanian junkie ...

Shhhhhhhh.

That fucking ...

Got a line? My nose is already itching.

Are you mad?

Take this, calm the nerves.

Why the fuck are you calling my cellphone?

Dad said to call you in case of problems. So I did.

Yes, but this costs extra.

He will kill me anyway.

Not my problem.

Who saw you?

My angry ex called,

told me to go back to Vienna.

I don't care. Who saw you?

Just four whores. Illegals, won't rat.

I kicked them out.

Take your jacket off.

What?

Take it off. Come on, quickly.

Put it here. Move it.

T-shirt too.

Move it!

Why so aggressive?

Shut up and listen:

you get out right now, unseen.

Call your daddy,

ask for an alibi for this night.

Clear?

If they find your DNA, say

you've been here before, to fuck.

But you don't remember when. Got it?

Got it? Hey! Did you get it?

What about my knife?

Get out.

Winter.

You awake?

No, sleeping. What's up?

A murder. - What?

- A murder.

And there's no one else?

Unfortunately.

Where?

A house in St. Johann. I'll let you know.

Send me the address.

Shit.

Tonight, in Austria, this woman was found naked

by a plow driver on a ski path on Devil's Horn.

Has serious stab wounds, is now in surgery.

In the meantime, we identified her.

She's Spanish, Nuria Garrido.

Born in Madrid, 32 years old,

works as a translator at the Ortus Foundation in Munich.

Because of the depth

and the number of stab wounds,

at the moment, our Austrian colleagues

suspect a murder attempt.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Garrido was last seen

in company of this man:

Dominic Gross, Chairman of the Ortus Foundation in Munich.

He disappeared last night.

Dominic Gross is German, his house is near the border,

so we'll do our best to help

our Austrian colleagues.

Did you see this man?

No, who's this?

I was at the crime scene. Did you hear from the hospital?

Then ask! She's an important witness!

Idiots.

What do wounds look like?

No info yet. Hello, Ellie.

Good morning all. - Good morning.

Back to work. Let's go!

Wait a bit. For now, there's little info.

I will keep you up to date, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Got it.

And the tracks heading away from the snowmobile?

Increase search radius.

Boss!

The pilots got something.

November 1, I see someone at the peak.

November 1, he doesn't move.

Could you leave?

Central here. Get closer.

November 1, I'm at 50 meters.

Central here. Rescue team, what do you see?

Looks like he's kneeling in the snow.

Can you see?

Rescue team, do you see him too?

Shit.

The Austrians just sent this.

Well? Done with your photo shoot?

Glad to see you too, Mr. Winter.

Yes, yes, I'm happy too.

Well, seems you're stuck with this case, after all.

Yeah, so it seems.

And the woman? She saw the criminal.

Dunno. Surgeons are done, but she's still unconscious.

I was driving to the hospital when I heard

the good news that you're here.

So let's go there together.

Honestly, I'm not too happy about the whole thing

but this time, the head and the ass are on our side, so

until it's clear who's responsible,

it's an Austrian business.

Do I sign it in blood?

Politics ...

is politics.

Yeah, but I'd like to go anyway. Maybe I can help.

Okay, let's go

We know each other, from the pass. How are you?

Fine, thanks. And you?

Fine, too. Could you return my car?

- Uh, okay ... - Excellent, thanks!

But who are you going with?

Before joining the Foundation, Gross was CEO

of Henning LLC.

In 2007, a bribe scandal cost him his job.

He wrote a book, "At the height of power."

Married for 30 years, four children.

My colleagues have already shared the bad news with his widow.

Or two news.

She found out that her husband is dead ...

and that he's been cheating on her for years.

She won't even talk with him about that.

This is the worst part of our work,

telling people their loved ones died.

When a train in India derails

and 200 people die,

it seems too abstract to us.

But when a child drowns in a pool,

then we get gripped by powerful feelings.

So that's why you prefer to feel

completely nothing?

Damn you.

Listen, I call you, not the other way around.

And don't call me on my cell.

Bye.

Family?

Something like that.

Thanks.

In summertime, it's beautiful here.

Now this place is just the armpit of the world.

And a cold one, too.

Cold pit!

No, thanks.

Don't be afraid of the boss.

She's like that to everybody.

She hates me.

Even though I do my best.

Just ignore her.

Think of something else.

Hey.

Magic trick.

Hocus pocus ...

You're a poor magician.

No, I'm really good. I just forgot to finish the spell.

I have to go back.

Tina, I just got it.

Wonderful, great job! Thank you!

Do you remember the murder on the pass?

Dead smuggler.

Still working on this?

German homicide squad leader, Ellie Stocker.

Picture taken this morning, at the Dominic Gross' home.

The guy is the Austrian liaison officer, he was on the pass too.

Good.

Murders may be related.

Let's prepare a note.

No, it's bigger than a note.

This has potential, people want things.

We'll see.

I'm sure.

Imagine: a promised land,

and in this paradise,

suddenly,

the evil strikes.

Sounds interesting but aren't you exaggerating?

He sent me a message!

That is, us.

Our newspaper.

So we are responsible!

Alright.

Then keep on working.

It's your call.

No idea when she wakes up.

She was hard to stabilize.

Lost much blood.

Chest wounds are wide and deep,

organs are damaged, stomach and intestine punctured.

The abdominal aorta and large arteries were spared.

Incisions on the face,

and lighter cuts here and here.

How could she escape with such injuries?

She didn't. At least not at first.

How so?

Fear bradycardia.

If during an extremely high adrenaline rush

neither fight nor flight is possible,

the body can literally freeze out of fear.

Heartbeat drops to a minimum.

This state can last a few minutes.

She must have looked dead

but then she just woke up.

May I?

- She had to feel a horrible pain. - Yes.

Okay, thank you very much.

We've been working for three weeks only in this case.

I know, I called your boss.

But the matter's bigger than we thought.

The criminal acts on both sides of the border.

It'd make sense to work together.

When will they decide?

Interior ministers are in touch.

But even now we're counting on your support.

Right, Mr. Winter?

Yes, yes, sure.

If you want, Christian Ressler can advise,

he's a case analyst.

Ressler?

It'd be great.

- Frau Stadlober? - One moment.

Sorry, today it's hell unleashed One article and everybody plays detectives.

Article?

Go to M�nchner Zeitung's website, they wrote again.

There's a beautiful photo of you two.

Ressler, amazing! Have you read his book?

Nope.

We got only the DNA of Gross and the woman.

There was also someone else in the house.

The criminal must've been wearing gloves or a coverall.

The sole looks manipulated,

as if changed afterwards.

Lab report.

There was Rohypnol in Gross' blood.

It paralyzes the muscles.

He didn't poison the woman?

She probably woke up beforehand.

So he stabs her ...

thinks she's dead ...

and then he kills Gross.

Drags him through the balcony door to the snowmobile ...

Slowly, Litkowski, don't rush.

How did he get in there first?

Looks like he disabled in advance alarm and surveillance.

And then he entered.

Sliding door opens easily. No additional lock.

And the alarm system? It's harder to disable.

It appears so. But ...

But?

There was hacking software installed on Gross' phone.

Come on!

Someone sends you a link or an email attachment.

You open it and ...

Boom!

It installs on the phone and you can read all data.

Emails, convos, chats, calendars. Everything.

Security systems were also managed via the app.

That's how he knew when Gross came to the chalet.

- Yeah. - With whom.

- Yes. - And how often.

- Yes, yes, I understood.

Very well planned.

Great work!

It was still a risk.

There are many parallels with the first murder:

a lone offender with a detailed plan,

the poison, the knife,

the way of killing, body demonstration,

horsetail.

But here he took a much greater risk.

A prominent victim, in company,

and he enters a house with an alarm system.

Why make it harder than the last time?

I don't think he wanted to kill her first.

May I?

The chair's position, the blood traces around ...

The first injuries weren't fatal.

Maybe he wanted to injure Nuria Garrido lightly,

to intimidate her.

Then ...

he put her on the chair.

And she had to look.

The woman has to watch ...

as he shows his power ...

as he torments Gross ...

And then, he probably executed the man before her eyes.

Next, he throws her on the bed and stabs her with a knife.

He needs spectators!

That's why he makes the effort,

and finds a place with her as his public.

And now it's us, the press, the readers.

He chose Gross on purpose.

It seems he wants to tell us:

I'm great,

and I've got the biggest ...

Uh, this is ...

our colleague Stocker from Germany.

Thanks for the interesting guess.

Hi!

Oh, by the way, we checked the calls,

there's one worth taking a closer look.

Maybe it's just a wacko, but he mentioned

punishment and "the red season".

Gross was Henning's chairman, right?

Saw him on TV and in the newspapers.

He always spoke of him,

"the powerful", he used to say,

"fat cats and globalization"

"they're writing the last chapter".

In your statement, you mentioned "the red season".

I already said everything on the phone.

Could you repeat, please?

It's the end time.

When all that we know comes to an end.

When the society finally destroys itself,

and only the ready ones survive.

Those who are not against, but with the nature.

The members of the sect?

Sect?

It's not a sect.

He is a man who looks farther,

and since he sees more than anyone,

he doesn't just speak, but acts.

What, exactly?

He helps those who want it.

Only those who can live with the nature can survive.

Are you going to be one of the survivors?

No.

He didn't want me anymore.

Back then, I drank a lot, did some stupid shit.

He said I was too weak and stuff.

That's why you backstabbed him?

For revenge?

What?

No!

I didn't betray him.

Are you crazy?

I just wanted to help you.

But he can't find out you heard that from me!

No matter what!

Do you know what he'll do to me?

Do you have any idea who he is?

Cernunnos,

god of the forest.

He looked through my soul.

SIX BROTHERS

Hello, Stocker.

And this is Mr. Winter from Austria.

We'd like to speak with Mr. Brunner.

Unfortunately, he's not here.

And you are ...?

Everyone calls me Manus.

I'm his right hand.

Manus and Cernunnos.

Where did you hear this?

We have many sources.

Where is Mr. Brunner?

Unfortunately, I cannot say.

He's gone for a couple of days.

- And where did he go? - No idea, either.

He often spends much time in the forest.

No one knows when he comes back.

What does he do there?

Brunner crosses the border.

The border between nature and civilization.

He's our teacher. Prepares us for what's coming.

Rightly so:

"The end is near,

the red season is around the corner".

Sounds crazy to you?

Take a look at the history of mankind.

All the societies collapsed:

Roman, Persian, Egyptian.

We shouldn't think we're better.

Human pride, human decadence

toppled everything. Brunner knows how to survive.

- Seriously? - Yes.

Where can I join?

There is no place for cynics here.

Everything's alright?

Nah, let him look around.

When you and your group

survive the fall of our civilization, what happens

with the rest?

Well, those who are not ready won't survive.

That is, those who don't share your views, they ...

must die?

Yes, that's a completely natural process.

When our civilization is no more,

only the nature remains, and it's stronger than us,

much stronger.

And those who can't live with it in harmony ...

So what you're explaining sounds somewhat brutal.

Brunner, too, likes violence. He was previously convicted.

His ex-wife told us. Grievous bodily harm.

Excuse me, ...

I have a question.

Are you accusing me of anything?

If not, as far as I know,

I don't have to answer questions. Right?

That's right.

But tell Brunner to contact us as soon as possible.

Otherwise, we'll find him ourselves.

Yes.

Mr. Winter?

Let's go.

Another package, I left it on the table.

- Thank you. - Good night!

You too!

Mr. Turek! Did he get in touch?

Easy, not so fast!

I came all the way from Munich to speak with you.

I'm happy to finally meet you.

I read a little about you.

You seem to be are very goal-oriented, I like it.

If you want more info from us, then I'm afraid your trip was in vain.

Miss Stocker, it's very important to me.

You can trust me.

I sent you the first message,

before writing a single word.

So he got in touch.

He trusts me. I ...

The editors wanted to print right away,

but I told them:

"no way, first I need to talk to you two".

So, I believe

we should work together.

I give you something, and you - me. I'd like exclusive information.

Mr. Turek,

we make no deals with the press.

I doubt you'll understand,

but we put people first.

Victims, for whom it's too late,

their families, all the people we need to protect.

So if you have something, give it to me now.

Otherwise, it's withholding of evidence.

I also put people first, Miss Stocker.

Are you too this inaccessible?

I'm the good cop.

"I don't want to live in the Abyss."

"I step down from the heaven,"

"and crush the hell under your feet, not knowing the humility."

"I was greedy."

"I grew rich, I lied."

"My punishment will be your salvation."

"Please, no."

"A new, better world ..."

"will come."

"The red season begins."

The interior ministers of both countries

expanded and combined the teams.

The crisis staff will be located near the border,

enough place for everybody, easy access.

There's more money, and an additional budget for an analyst.

Now ...

Now it's a different story.

With Gross' murder,

this became a political issue.

They asked if I trust you.

I don't care what they think, but ...

If we make a mistake,

the press will turn our life into hell.

Everyone will talk and know better,

and it'll be all about emotions, not the case.

From now on, 30-40 people

will work 24 hours a day under you, Ellie.

And you alone are responsible for them.

I told you about my last fall.

I almost broke my neck.

Perhaps I was a bit too ambitious, but ...

I surely underestimated the external pressure.

So it's the last moment to quit.

Nobody will hold it against you, we'll get someone experienced.

Everyone will understand.

Okay.

Thanks.

I'll miss you.

I'll be half an hour away.

But who'll go with me for smoke breaks?

This Brunner ...

If something comes up, let me know.

I'll call the prosecutor.

He always wants

to know everything.

I already sent some men to watch the farm.

Good.

Hello, Mr. Ressler.

Ellie Stocker, chief investigator.

I'm very glad you decided to help.

I read your book three times. At least.

You're not the only one.

I'm writing a second book.

The first chapter seems to be a new case,

but turns out to be a dream.

Sounds interesting.

You'll have to tell me more later.

A coffee, maybe?

God forbid!

Green tea with milk and honey, please.

I'll get it done.

This is my colleague, Gedeon Winter from Salzburg.

Yes,

we know each other.

Oh, really?

Not closely.

Great, let's get started, then.

As I can see from the police reports,

the culprit was very well prepared for both murders.

He had enough time to plan the crimes.

Presumably, he is childless and has no stable job.

But he has financial resources,

which give him a certain independence.

The offender has certainly a room

where he can safely plan and get ready.

His own house, basement, attic,

a place which only he can access.

It was established recently

that the second victim's cellphone

was infected with malware,

so our culprit possesses computer skills

and leaves no traces.

Both crimes have been prepared beforehand.

The placing

and the staging of bodies,

the symbols,

the voice messages,

show strong narcissistic tendencies.

He needs an audience.

Hence the selective contact with the press.

It's not enough that only we see him.

He wants everyone to see him.

On the other hand, the culprit is clearly a sadist.

He needs the pain and fear of his victims.

He enjoys the moment before the act of murder.

But he's certainly not crazy.

He doesn't suffer from hallucinations he'd like to play out.

Our man is neither a politically motivated terrorist.

Alright,

both victims, in his eyes, committed evil acts:

the smuggler, the corrupt manager

but for him, it's not about that.

Control,

power,

destruction.

Only that drives him.

Of course, he knows his desires

are socially unacceptable.

A dilemma.

His narcissism demands admiration,

his sadistic urge is to torment and destroy.

What to do?

He builds himself an ideology,

where he can be both.

A cruel butcher

and a white knight at the same time.

Our criminal

is an executioner and a judge in one person.

Why does that moron call my cell phone?

Are you completely dumb?

I know.

My son is a useless bag of shit.

But we have a rule which says:

"Family is holy."

That includes you.

You're our problem-solver.

Everything is like before,

Falke.

You helped us,

and I will not be stingy.

This knife

was a ticket to jail.

For life.

I got rid of it, no traces left.

Sure, I know.

You've always been reliable.

So, how much do you want?

Okay,

this is my price:

I'm out.

No more favors, no information.

Our business relationship comes to an end.

But you know that

with us, life's much easier.

I look forward to some complications.

MISSING PERSONS AUSTRIAN DATABASE

Yes?

Mr. Winter, this is Ellie Stocker.

Our witness woke up.

Coming.