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Subtitles by Johannes Itten

[De Kinett'n wo i schlof by Wolfgang Ambros starts playing.]

♫ When the night ends and it starts to dawn, ♫

♫ and the first rays of sun drove the darkness away, ♫

♫ then I wake up in the cunette where I sleep. ♫

♫ the Tschuschens are coming, so I've got to sneak out or they'll bother me. ♫

♫ So I get up and clean myself of muck as good as I can. ♫

♫ So I get up. ♫

♫ In the cunette where I sleep. ♫

♫ So I get up. ♫

"For ten days I didn't shave or wash!"

It's the middle of the day! Stop acting stupid!

So someone lives here, after all!

"... I drink it for breakfast, then I beg for a cigarette!"

What is this shit!

"And for a schilling!"

Are you alright today?

Work?

No, ...

hobby.

♫ I'm the only one who faces them. ♫

♫ I pull myself up and close my eyes at the first step. ♫

♫ I close my eyes. ♫

Pagan Peak [The Pass]

Thank you.

♫ It doesn't matter if I work or not. ♫

♫ For the thin monastery soup it's enough to say a prayer. ♫

♫ Leave me in peace. ♫

♫ Today my cunette was flooded. ♫

♫ Leave me in peace ... ♫

Ressler believes the mask fits with our type of culprit.

In his opinion, the murderer is a sadist.

One who relishes when his victims fear him.

Like Krampus, he wants to inspire angst and fear.

Thomas?

We showed the drawing to an expert.

Masks for sale are more elaborately carved,

so this one may've been made by the culprit.

Maybe of wood,

with billy goat horns.

Horsehair is exactly the same as the one from the first body.

Hand-picked and protected from knotting.

Tied with a thread made of animal gut.

Fits with the fibers from the bed: animal hair.

From a yak, used for costumes.

Ressler insists it's very likely the killer comes from this region

and takes inspiration from the Krampus tradition.

The Advent is close,

soon they'll show up everywhere.

Most of you know it already,

Krampuses always show up in "Passes", their groups

and while Saint Nicholas and angels reward good children,

the Krampuses punish the bad and the naughty,

locking them up in a pannier or beating them.

They used to scare me with them.

The bad have reasons to be afraid.

Krampuses originate from the wild man myth,

a pagan tradition of the man of the forest.

Outside of the community and away from its norms.

From time to time,

they'd come out of the wilderness

to punish the men for their sins.

That's the link with Brunner.

He claims to be a chosen one, the king of the forest,

and wants to be worshiped for his unique connection with nature.

Brunner writes online as "Cernunnos",

looking for new members of his sect

and publishes spiritual messages ...

that mention the red season.

Okay.

Those of you not working on Brunner

check every single "Pass", in Bavaria and in Austria.

All mask-makers, all fur salesmen.

Thomas gives you a list who goes where.

Ask about peculiarities which fit our culprit profile.

The rest, gather all the info on Brunner there is.

Talk to his ex-wives, relatives, acquaintances.

Anything can be important.

Good luck.

Can I show something?

I checked the list of the missing over the past six months.

All of them are here.

Read the testimony of the sister.

No way.

She's been lost for three months.

If she's really the next victim, why haven't we found her yet?

The killer wants attention, he'd leave her somewhere.

He's showing off, getting bolder with every murder.

We found Stojan after 3 weeks.

Maybe he killed her long ago, but the body's still hidden.

Forest King, Krampus.

Your villagers are really screwed-up.

People here have a strong connection to nature.

I've been raised so myself.

Nature gives me the feeling that everything's in the right place.

That everything makes sense.

Once, I read something very interesting about nature.

About the Arctic and polar bears.

When a mother gives birth, she must take the cub to safety,

otherwise his own father just eats him alive,

because cubs are delicious.

This, perhaps, also makes its own sense.

[Mia sen ned nua mia by Dreiviertelblut starts playing.]

Hello. I'm Ellie Stocker.

When dad died,

she didn't believe he wouldn't come back.

She went to the forest and climbed the tallest tree.

She wanted to reach the heaven and join dad.

Then she started taking whatever she could.

I don't know what.

She was sober only at the breakfast.

Good idea.

Mom found another way out.

She switched off and lets herself be fed.

Good that you look after her.

She doesn't recognize me.

A nurse was too expensive.

Mrs. Baumgartner,

you testified your sister had disappeared before

to meet with a man from the forest.

No idea, I've never seen him.

But Louise suddenly quit booze and drugs.

Last time, she told me about a guy living in a forest,

closer to the nature and stuff.

He promised her a better life.

Take a look around.

Who wouldn't run away from this place, right?

I got married at 18. To get away from all this shit.

Now I spend two hours everyday, crossing the border.

Going back to my children.

How many kids do you have?

Two.

How old?

Both are seven.

Twins.

They go to the same class.

Did anyone from your family see this man?

Your colleagues have asked me already.

Mum, maybe.

But she won't say anything.

Do you recognize anyone from the photo?

Mum?

Mrs. Baumgartner,

do you know any of these men?

Was any of them here, paying a visit?

Police!

Where is he?

Mr. Brunner, we have a search warrant

issued by Traunstein court, allowing us to search this property.

Do you know this woman?

Hey,

I won't hurt you.

See?

I'm as short as you are.

You are accused of unlawful detention of Louise Baumgartner.

As an accused, you have the right to refuse statements

and see your lawyer at any time.

Here.

Where are you going? Hey!

Mrs. Baumgartner?

Mrs. Baumgartner, everything's alright, we're the police, we'll help you.

You are safe.

Go away!

Get out of here!

Go to hell!

- Hi - Hi.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Need a short rest?

No.

It's alright.

He said I'm too old for a transfiguration,

but that he still would try.

He said I'm stronger than the rest.

And I am.

You see only one thing:

Punishment,

humiliation.

We see the opposite in imprisonment:

a complete liberation.

Time stands still.

You stop thinking.

You wish for the door to open.

You long for this moment so much,

that when it finally comes ...

you are delighted.

He had a rod back there,

but I'm not afraid of it.

To you, a whip is a weapon of violence.

To us, flogging has a cleansing effect.

With every hit, you feel all that shit breaking off from you.

All the nonsense you were once taught.

All the lies.

Afterward, one feels ... liberated.

Which one of them?

The flogger or the flogged?

The one who wants to be cleansed.

But it all happens under pressure.

Of course, it feels good to help.

I always feel good.

Because I'm free.

Free from all your social rules and constraints.

I was being forced my whole life:

school,

helping at the farm,

some men.

With him, it's my choice.

My people believe me.

Because they know I'm right.

They know I'm their only hope.

It felt right.

I, and nobody forces me.

Do your methods follow a scheme

or do you react spontaneously?

Did it feel alright to leave you family behind?

Your sister,

and your mother?

He is now my family!

Do you ever suddenly feel

the need to punish harder, intensify the methods?

I understand now.

We scare you.

So you'd like to jail me. Right, inspector?

What?

Take a look at yourself.

You're unable to free your spirit from your body,

Your obviously tortured spirit.

What bothers you so much, inspector?

At the moment, only you.

Mr. Brunner, in your blog you write,

that the nature will sweep away our society with its unbridled force

in a single moment.

You talk about a raging river.

You also write that

the unworthy members of society will be eliminated by the nature.

Describe this process to me.

Can it be you who eliminates all those people?

I really don't know what sick things you're trying to frame me for

but you have nothing, completely nothing

to press charges against me.

Mr. Brunner, Al Capone. Rings a bell?

He commited every single sin imaginable

but they couldn't prove anything.

Eventually,

they got him for tax evasion.

But yeah, you're right.

The life sucks ass.

All these rules, laws, regulations ...

The Internet.

Globalization.

You start longing

for a silence of the forest.

For a life in harmony with nature.

An answer

to all questions.

I understand why people gravitate to you.

So you say we can't prove you're just a remorseless sadist,

unscrupulous, power-hungry,

deceiver who claims to know how people should live.

This is not punishable.

Silly enough, two girls from your forest school

were underage when you got them pregnant.

I don't know anything about that.

We don't care about such details ...

Details or not, we do care.

I'll put the forest king in jail

for statutory rape.

And you know what that means.

Those with such a sentence are in a really bad situation.

But it's nothing.

Flogging as a cleansing?

You'll be clean like an angel.

The plant is stronger than any wall.

It'll always find the light.

Didn't you hear me?

When did you last see the light, inspector?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

She says nothing. Or knows nothing.

Still, she let herself be imprisoned.

For her, Brunner’s philosophy is a door to a better world.

She won't say anything against him.

We turned the farm upside down but found nothing.

He's not the culprit.

What?

Brunner isn't the killer, but he'll get jailed.

It was worth it.

I'm going home. It's late and I'm exhausted.

Winter and I have different approaches to the issue,

but in this case he's right.

Yes, Brunner is a sadist, a narcissist,

but he gathers people he can dominate,

abuse sexually, punish corporally.

He doesn't need to kill anyone to act out his fantasies.

I'll write a detailed analysis

and send it it to you tomorrow, OK?

Goodbye, good night.

Alright.

Winter is no team player, only Stadlober can talk to him.

No, I believe in him.

Before his transfer to Salzburg, he was investigated.

It seems he leaked information on organized crime.

Gossip. I don't care about it.

Do you remember Breitensee?

It was his case.

Maybe he's mean at times, but I believe he's a good cop.

Okay.

Thanks for the lift.

Good night.

Night.

Hi.

What's wrong?

You've never believed that Brunner is our killer.

You should've told me that.

Actually, we could have a chat sometime.

Well, I don't know.

But I do.

We're working together on a case, we should speak.

We could have a dinner or a drink. Colleagues do those things.

Choose a day.

Okay.

Great.

As for Brunner,

he may not be our killer

but maybe he inspired the man?

Maybe it's someone from his sect.

Ressler will check them again

but at first glance, none fits the profile.

However, there's still another possibility.

For 3 years, Brunner has blogged about the fall of the society.

About the sins of the powerful who'll be punished one day.

This blog is a local phenomenon. Sven Rieger checked it out.

Most of his readers are locals.

Maybe our killer is one of them?

No, I doubt it, no.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you, Mr. Birkner, you too.

No deals with criminals, no exceptions.

Brunner won't cooperate, if we don't soften the sentence.

We need Brunner if we want to contact the killer.

He's intelligent, he'll see through us immediately.

Blog entries are personal, they sound unique.

Do we have to try writing something ourselves?

The risk is too high.

Try looking at this from another side.

Finding another solution.

Our team interviewed hundreds of people,

try checking out again the Passes.

Brunner's blog is our best chance.

And time is running out!

The killer reading the blog is just an assumption.

And I cannot force the prosecutor to accept it.

One more thing.

Have you seen this already?

Impossible.

Where from?

Someone's leaking information.

"Krampus killer".

Not bad. I like it.

See you!

Guys, listen up!

We must start all over again.

Brunner is not the one we're looking for, the track was false, sorry.

As for this:

I don't want to know who leaked the info to the press,

but I want this to stop.

And if someone thinks he deserves more than he earns,

he won't lose much by leaving.

Okay,

let's continue, we've got much to do.

Mr. Turek?

I'd leave now.

Yes. Alright.

And you?

I still have things to do.

Goodnight.

You too.

[Blut by Yukno starts playing.]

♫ The hunt is over, I count to three. ♫

♫ Aim for my heart, then fill me with lead. ♫

♫ Hold your breath, look over the barrel. ♫

♫ A cry from the depths comes up softly. ♫

I brought you something.

The pictures are really awesome.

The mountains.

Did you hear about the magical Ramsau forest?

It's in Bavaria. We must go there together.

That is, someday, if you want.

Look. May I?

I wrote something here. See?

Look. In the Alps, there are some beautiful places.

When I feel bad,

I go to the mountains, away from city noise and people.

It's really better there.

Say someting about yourself, Severin.

If Mr. Ansbach does not mind.

Sure, good idea.

What do you do, in your free time, Sevi?

I have a video game.

There's also a forest there.

If you climb a tree,

it starts moving and a fat dragon comes out of it.

What a dangerous forest.

In the real one, nothing like this happens.

It's peaceful.

Other than that, what do you do?

Videos, YouTube, and we send ourselves clips.

I'm in a chat group.

Interesting.

Come on, eat up.

I'm sorry that we meet so rarely.

But your dad has a lot of work.

I can't tell you much the work is very secret.

Only the best can face the challenging demands of our tasks.

And need perseverance and discipline.

Out there, there are many fat dragons

which you need to destroy.

It's not enough to speak, you need to act.

And you need to be able to bear a lot.

Aren't you Joy?

Yes, it's me!

- Can I have a photo? - Sure, sure!

Super!

We can't go anywhere with you.

When you're older, you'll understand

how important sacrifices are, when you make them for a higher purpose.

There's a free Wi-Fi, "Coffee House".

The most important thing

is to have a purpose worth fighting for.

Your dad fights for a better world.

I'm sorry but we have to go.

Say goodbye to your dad.

Goodbye, Sevi.

- See you. - See you.

Sevi, your book!

"Hi, girls, it's me again, your Joy."

"Today's video is something new that you've been waiting for a long time."

"It's my morning routine."

"So let's start!"

"Have fun!"

"First my hair."

"Nobody likes greasy hair."

"But too much hairspray or washing is also a bad thing."

- Hi, baby! - Hello!

- How are you? - Great, and you?

Really great, thanks!

Hannah says you've met someone.

You all know already?

Sure, so say more!

His name is Rafi, he's really cute.

But we'll see how far it goes.

It's also important to use this bronzing powder.

Don't forget to put it on the neck, it's very important.

He spoke to me after seeing my glacier party post.

He finds my smile totally awesome.

He told me a bit about his family.

They are in the fishing business, and they have their own hotel chain.

In short, he's mega-rich.

But they're not crazy.

He invited me to his boat,

I don't even know what happens there, but I can't wait!

Babe, that sounds great! Call later and tell me.

- Sure! - Have fun, then.

- See you! - See you!

- Kisses! - Ciao!

Hello, I'm Fölklein.

Styrian Forest Inspection, Lake Protection.

Hello, I'm Fölklein.

Styrian Forest Inspection, Lake Protection.

Hello, I'm Fölklein.

Styrian Forest Inspection, Lake Protection.

7 am - car, 8 am - boat.

Hello.

I'm Fölklein.

Styrian Forest Inspection, Lake Protection.

You know this is a protected area?

Half of the lake belongs to my grandfather. I'm Conrad.

Yeah? Cornelius Conrad is your grandfather?

So you're Rafael Conrad?

Yes, and?

I'd need to come aboard and check the license plate.

I don't need any plate, I sail where I want.

I worked for your grandfather.

What?

About 12 years ago.

Hotel on Lake Fuschl.

I've been there but I don't remember you.

I was 20 kilos bigger than now.

Not my fault.

Gisi with her pies was to blame.

That Sacher Cake, my God!

Tell me, wasn't she your grandfather's sister?

Yes, Aunt Gisi.

I felt so sorry.

To die so young.

Breast cancer, right?

Shitty disease.

You know what,

I'll check the plate quickly,

report back, and you can do what want.

He squatted like a pro.

Sure. I got him skiing when he was three.

You're such a demanding father?

What? No, never!

A bit, maybe.

Look, he won the race.

Wow, gold medal. Not bad.

A family holiday in South Tyrol.

Good memories.

Back then, everything was different. And never since.

And with you?

My dad bought us this house.

He really wanted to be a grandfather.

And three months later, Rolf left me.

And thank God.

Yes?

What?

35, Graz, Styria here.

So far, no trace of the missing.

Colleagues from Styria called.

The body on the boat belongs to Rafael Conrad.

19 years old, from a very rich family.

Stab wounds come from a double-edged blade.

Had any company?

No, but there's no track of the second person.

Who is she?

Lipstick, clothes and so on.

Audience: 15 to 25-year-olds.

She brushes her teeth and millions watch.

- Ellie? - I see.

Call from Graz. She left with him in the morning.

Neither family nor friends know where she is.

I want a map of the lake and its surroundings.

Tell the local police to look for off-roads and pickups.

Okay. I'll take care of the missing person photos.

Emergency here. How can I help?

Emergency. How can I help?

Excuse me, who is there and were are you calling from?

Who are you talking about?

Who's hanging there?

I'm looking but there are only selfies.

Oh shit.

Here, here, and here.

He could park by the lake in three places.

And the road from here leads directly to the forest.

Are you listening?

The prosecutor agreed to the deal.

We should use Brunner like a bait.

SOCIAL MEDIA STAR FOUND HANGED

S-s-sorry.

I ...

I fell here ...

I work in a hotel,

can't return dirty.

Boss will berate me.

Never mind.

Take your time.

Need soap?

No, thanks.

It's alright. Thank you.

Be careful.

The boss said not to

put the trash at the door.

A wolf is around.

Wild wolf.

It lures him.

Wolf?

Here?

Okay.

Thank you.

My pleasure. Do you live here?

Yes, well ...

I ... work here.

I write.

You write?

I love books.

Thanks again.

Goodbye.