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How is Adrian?

His father wouldn't let me see him.

But they said he will make it.

He probably won't be able to walk ever again...

-Where did you get this? -From Powder Paul.

Maybe there's other ways to help Kai.

This is the only way to make my dad leave Kai alone.

What if your father takes his chances?

Tonight behind the house. If everything stays quiet,

I'll turn the lights on and off three times.

Then you can go home and we meet at school tomorrow.

But if you hear gunshots, we'll run away together.

I'll be there.

If you hear gunshots, we'll run away together.

Put your hands up. Turn around slowly.

We called you.

We found the body.

We are with the search party. Here, our ID.

Junkie. Looks like suicide.

Probably nothing to do with Krewlow.

They said on the phone they will send a Polish detective.

Good afternoon.

We are the search party who called. Are you the Polish officer?

-Where did the car come from? -Your German colleague is here.

What are you doing here?

Wait in the car. We'll talk in a minute.

What are you doing here?

I followed Maggie's stops. Put a GPS tracker on her car.

She was here?

Then she is involved in this.

Either you talk to me...

...or I'll take you to Goldhofer and you talk to him.

I'm trying to find ancestors of my family.

I'm looking for locals who lived here around 1945

and can still remember that time.

So people who are over 90 years old.

I heard people in lacobeni vanished without a trace before the war.

Do you know someone named Conrady?

Okay.

Does this man look familiar to him?

He's probably from lacobeni. They should be about the same age.

This is what he looked like when he lived here.

Does he recognize him?

He not know the man.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Kai Kring is alive.

-Where is his file box? -In the trunk.

You said Maggie made two stops in Poland?

Where did she go next?

-Good afternoon. -Hello.

-What's the matter? -Can I speak to your boss?

He's on vacation. Won't be back for two weeks.

Have you seen this woman recently?

-Yes. -What was she doing here?

She bought blood. A gallon.

She bought blood. About 4 liters.

-Where did she go next? -Then the signal disappeared.

Follow me. I want to show you something.

You and I both don't quite follow the rules.

Here.

In 2007, I worked on this.

Homeless boy disappeared from Warsaw.

Four years later, in Yefrem, a tiny village in Siberia,

dozens of dead bodies were discovered in a cave.

I'd never have known, but one of the bodies was found with this pacemaker.

-It belonged to the missing boy? -Exactly.

I couldn't let it go.

How does a destitute child end up in a cave in Siberia?

So, I traveled there. To Yefrem.

In the village they told me of rumors about people

who feed on blood.

That's exactly how I reacted at first. But then...

A girl in Guatemala allegedly cut her wrists.

Nothing unusual.

The only problem was: Her blood was gone.

Gone, Roland.

Just like with the boy in the cabin earlier.

And it continues.

1963. Marung, India. 1995. Jatoba, Brazil.

Human and animal mass graves.

Always in remote regions.

1977. Terrero, Mexico.

22 bodies in Luis Acosta's well.

Called 'Vampiro,' because he admitted to drinking the blood of his victims.

He was convicted, then killed by other inmates.

One of them testified that he fought back...

...with superhuman strength.

- I could go on for a while-- -Stanislaw, thanks but no need--

Random victims. No modus operandi. Most bodies could not be identified.

Orphans, homeless people, people who won't be missed.

Just like in Krewlow. None of the cases were ever solved.

It's always been cults, psychopaths, serial killers, and such.

Look at this. Notice anything?

This is Acosta's property.

It's the same symbol we find everywhere in the Oderbruch.

Whatever happened here... It wasn't the first time.

It's happening worldwide.

For a long time. Following the same pattern.

Okay. What about this?

Wait... What the survivor drew... It's not a glyph.

Not a symbol either.

It's letters. On top of each other.

I asked Paul Mdbius if Kai was the Little Hunter.

I saw it in his eyes, Roland.

Kai is alive. Maggie found him.

She bought all that blood for him. For her brother.

Arthur Kring started the murders. His son continued.

Mobius... is nothing but a scapegoat.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I can't prove any of it yet. And I know how it sounds.

I tried to get Kai exhumed, but Goldhofer doesn't take me seriously.

He just wants Mébius to confess.

I need Kai.

And Maggie. Maggie knows where he is.

I could also make such a collage about UFOs.

Why do you think I'm taking you seriously?

I can see it. And because you're still here.

I don't speak Romanian.

What are you still doing here?

-You're supposed to wait outside. -Sorry, I lost track of time.

This is Valea, she works here.

-What's up? -Stanislaw, I--

I don't believe what you believe.

But if it's Kai, he must've used the trap door many times to dump bodies.

Maybe Paul saw him. His property has a good view of the trap door area.

And you know who else was loitering there.

-Wieczorek and Haskel. - I got to talk to Wieczorek again.

-Goldhofer won't allow it again. -Goldhofer must stick to the rules.

-But I don't anymore. -What are you up to?

Make sure I can talk to Wieczorek.

I have to bury my father.

Adrian! Sorry! I'm late.

Where's your suit? I'll help you.

-We're all ready. -Daddy!

Hey there!

Hey.

For Grandpa

You can talk to him.

-Leave us alone. -Excuse me?

You heard me.

Officially, I only allowed you to talk to him.

What you do in there is solely your business.

But you have to be aware of the consequences.

If you lie, we can't use any of it in court.

And there will be disciplinary proceedings.

That can cost you your job.

Are you sure?

Is this really necessary?

You know, from here...

...one can't see your little meth lab.

But from your lab you can see this whole field.

How long have you been cooking there?

A couple of years?

And in all that time...

-You've never seen anything? -Got nothing to do with meth.

Saw nothing either. You can ask a thousand times.

My father killed himself.

I heard. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I don't think it was suicide.

-Why? -Don't know.

It's just not like him.

He wouldn't do something like that.

Would Haskel do something like that?

Why... Why Haskel?

What about Haskel?

Why are you talking about Haskel now?

We found him.

In his cell. This morning.

I don't believe you.

Wieczorek, something is happening here.

And I don't know what.

We have to get them before they get you.

For your lab you'll get half a year. Maybe one, if at all.

Think it over.

I... I don't believe you.

No?

Alright.

No! Voit, Voit! Please wait!

A guy with a dark green van.

I think a Volkswagen T3. My grandpa had one.

He loaded something up. We thought nothing of it.

-What did the man look like? -Don't know, it was too dark.

Too far away.

He was wearing a carpenter's uniform.

And a few times we saw a boy. With a compact car...

He was unloading something.

-But we didn't know what it was! -Sure.

And the night you found the bodies? Did you see something?

No. We really were just fishing.

It's the truth.

I am sorry.

What happens to me now?

Voit? What's going to happen to me?!

What the hell is going on here?!

Let me know when you hear from Maggie.

Damn, Haskel...

All good. Your friend is not dead. You don't need to be afraid.

What kind of people are you?! Fucking pigs!

Nature of all change, wolf tears the sheep.

Being is subject to the drive of the strong.

One man's hunger, another man's eternal sleep.

Takes me a while to get used to animal blood again.

Is there anything I can do?

Fresh blood.

With a different anticoagulant. Citric acid is good.

What about blood bags from a hospital?

Not easy to get.

And then it starts all over again.

Human blood just once...

It's hard to come off it.

It's me. Titu.

Please, come.

Wait. Wait here.

Why looking for this man?

I'm not looking for him. I know where he is.

I just don't know exactly who he is.

He's my father.

Give your hand.

Nothing want to say about him. Better you don't know.

But maybe she can tell me his name?

He must have had a friend. A companion.

Maybe someone called Conrady?

No Conrady.

What did Traian Golescu look like?

She never seen Golescu up close.

Only once, on photo in newspaper.

'Wehrmacht looking for deserters.'

When Wehrmacht arrive, they ran away.

Because they were drafted to war and did not want.

Which newspaper? And when?

Siebenbürgen Newspaper. Some time in nineteenforty... three.

-One, nine, four, three. -1943.

Now the boy. Come.

Your hand.

You better leave.

Why would the woman say that? What does that mean?

I don't know.

May I?

May I borrow this?

Thanks. That's all.

Here.

Pack your things. We need to go. Back to Krewlow.

I'll explain in the car. Come!

Let's go!

I am sorry.

What I'm about to tell you is hard to grasp,

so just believe it and don't ask questions, okay?

Okay...

Kai became a father just before he died.

And I found his son.

He's waiting outside in the car.

He's not well. I take care of him.

He's a drug addict.

I don't want my parents to know about him...

Not yet. Roland neither.

Could you look after him?

Only for a few days.

Sure.

-No one can see him. -Well, better bring him inside then.

Thank you.

This is Simon.

Hi, Simon.

Well... Your room is upstairs.

I'll have to change the sheets and all that, but we'll sort it out.

-No matter what, don't let him leave. -Okay.

Have you heard anything from Marek?

If anything happens, call me.

I will.

Maggie, time's up. Stanislaw knows everything.

That Kai's alive and that you've found him.

Whatever you're doing, it ends now. You hear me?

I did everything I could to help you. But it's over. They're on to me!

I'll show you where the olive-green van is.

Tell me where and I'll pass it on.

Tell them I pulled a gun on you and you had no choice.

Get out.

Or come with me.

The van was right here.

Maggie--

That's bullshit. I've seen him before. With the press.

Me too.

Shit, Maggie. | can't do anything. I'll pass it on and they'll...

-...look into it. -And find nothing!

It's all burned or gone.

Hi.

You're here because something's wrong with the school?

Can I use your phone? I need to show you something in my e-mail.

It could be nothing, but I found this letter from a former student.

Katia Ciernik.

I just want to know if she's okay.

She wrote that many students have disappeared.

Supposedly went abroad on a scholarship.

When Katia asked too many questions, she was locked up and threatened.

What makes you think this is true?

-They locked me up too. -Why?

Because I eavesdropped on meetings with strange people at night.

-What kind of people? -Couldn't really see anyone.

But there was a guy with a black hat. He only had 3 fingers on one hand.

According to Katia, the same man picks up our blood donations.

-She wrote about it in the letter. -They drew your blood at this school?

All students must donate blood every month for the hospitals.

-Who owns the school? -That's why I came to you.

The man you asked me about--

-Marek Gorski? - I don't know him,

but the letter says that Marek Gorski is responsible for the school.

Katia was afraid of him. She called him 'Krwiopijca...'

'Bloodsucker.'

Katia lives in London now. Maybe you can find her, talk to her,

then just tell me if she's alright?

Thanks.

-You shouldn't go back there. -It's okay. I'll be fine.

I know where Marek and the man with three fingers are.

I just want to talk.

About Marek Gorski.

-Where is he? - I don't know anything about Marek.

He used to help with the harvest. That's all.

We have nothing to do with him anymore.

Show your hands.

Take those off.

-Where are your brothers? -Please. They know nothing!

I never told anyone! I've never told anyone anything!

Just like I promised. Not even my family! Please.

What did you promise to whom?

Your father... I'm supposed to take it to my grave,

otherwise he'll kill my whole family.

But I never told anyone.

What should you take to the grave?

What you did.

Me?

What did I do?

What did I do?!

When I pushed Kai into the barbed wire...

I... I never told anyone.

What are you talking about?

That you hit me.

With your bare fist.