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- No access for private cars. - I'm Holger Lang, for fuck's sake!

- Here. - Okay, I didn't recognize you.

- No ... fine. - Get him a helmet.

- Where's Otto? - In the middle of the site.

Thanks.

FACE TO FACE

Welcome to the North Harbor. Great to finally see you here.

- Can we talk alone? - Sure. Let's get some coffee.

How are things with you and Sara and ...

Karl! Fine, thanks.

Sasha, can you give us a couple of minutes?

How do you take your coffee? Black or black?

Black is fine.

- So this is what it looks like now. - Yes.

Everything's changing. It can be confusing.

Not really. Outside that door, everything's the same.

But is it now?

What do you mean?

You encouraged Markus to make the ComTech deal. Why?

Seriously?

Okay ...

Our suppliers are screwing us. After 20 years they've stopped making an effort.

We don't get the best materials, supplies are delayed -

- and flawed when they finally arrive.

I'm calling them 3-4 times a week, and I never had to do that before.

- And ComTech is the solution? - Part of the solution.

Everyone speaks highly of them.

- What was Markus's role in that choice? - He didn't play a role.

- He promised to talk it over with you. - What's in it for him?

Markus does still work for the company, right?

He gets the same thing as everyone else: Completion of the project.

That is a priority, all our challenges considered.

- Markus doesn't think like that. - Maybe not.

But Markus likes thinking that he came up with the solution for you.

- Why would that suddenly matter? - Oh, come on.

Markus idolizes you. Imagine what it'll mean to him.

If ComTech's a success, he's a success. When was he ever?

You let him have it although ComTech is your contact?

Believe it or not, we aren't all angling for your acceptance.

Perhaps because I already know you're fond of me.

So Markus inserted himself into the process by acting the middleman.

He's not the first to invent a job for himself only to boast of his importance.

- Isn't that the definition of a suit? - I guess so.

But his involvement is bigger than that.

He goes back and forth between you and ComTech and ComTech and Liz.

Last week, you discussed the last details of the ComTech contract with Markus.

- I already explained that. - Explain it again.

- To me. - We have to look out for ourselves.

Our suppliers are screwing us over, and if we're to switch to another -

- I want to make sure we have good delay clauses.

You always have an answer.

They say that the truth is easiest to remember.

I thought everything was settled with ComTech.

I'm supposed to sign tomorrow.

But you don't intend to?

What would that mean to you? You seem very eager to hire ComTech.

Look, if you can get me the material I need to complete this construction -

- I don't give a shit where it comes from. Can you?

Is that why you're so glum?

Are you worried that I'm getting a kickback from ComTech?

Are you?

Fuck you!

Goodbye, Holger. The door is there.

You have to admit that you've bent over backwards to promote ComTech.

Get lost and I'll forget this conversation.

- You went to Markus instead of me? - He was here. Where were you?

My absence has become a lousy excuse for people's hypocrisy and incompetence.

You involve yourself in everything. All processes and lines of command.

You make yourself fucking indispensable, and then you take off.

And then you reproach us for not doing the job on our own?

- Did Markus ask you about Christina? - Why would he?

- Because you met her. - Once.

Maybe Markus was curious to know who she was.

- We never talked about it. - Did he ask you?

Yes, and I said I couldn't help him. I didn't like talking about it.

Why not?

Because I felt sorry for you. No, I felt ... uneasy.

About my relationship to Christina?

It was the most human thing I'd ever seen you do.

- But also the most irresponsible. - We weren't lovers.

Nevertheless, you made yourself vulnerable.

It was plain to see and hard to swallow, so I didn't want to talk about it.

I'm your friend. I look out for you. You do know that?

Holger, what's going on?

Can I trust you?

It's fucking brazen of you to ask.

- Somebody's trying to topple me. - What makes you think that?

In ghost stories, there's always a moment -

- when someone in the room senses a presence. One that they can't see.

You said Markus had positioned himself between you and me.

Someone has positioned themselves between Markus and me.

Handed him the means to blackmail Liz and shown him the way to topple me.

Who is that ghost?

- I don't know. - Are you sure it isn't just Markus?

- Markus is great but impulsive ... - I've done everything for that man.

- And then he stabs me in the back. - No, not everything.

You never picked him up when he was out cold in some gambling den. I had to.

You're much better at that. I settled his debts every time.

Money doesn't solve everything.

Without my money, he'd be choking in debt.

You'd still be living with your dad, eating knuckle sandwich for breakfast.

- Why must you always do this? - What?

- Step on others to inflate your ego. - I don't.

Whenever someone criticizes you, you lash out.

Bullshit!

Yes.

- Are we done here? - No, what do you mean by step on?

Can we do this later? I've got things to see to.

I'm coming with you so we can talk this out.

Where were we? Oh, right ...

So all the support I've offered people is just to assert myself. Go figure.

And here I am, with my oldest friend who says I step on him.

Or am I mistaken? Has our relationship just been transactional?

I get you a job, and you carry it out with a minimum of effort.

Don't get me wrong. It's a good deal but no friendship.

- Why must you always ruin everything? - I just want to know everything.

If that ruins something, it's not worth keeping.

- What the fuck?! - Come on!

Handymen aren't good at pussyfooting around.

How do you feel about me? Am I your friend?

Do you trust me?

Can I trust you?

Still nothing?

No wonder Camilla had a hard-on for me.

She almost ran from your bed to mine.

There you are.

I've always looked at it this way: You went all the way.

It wasn't an affair. You married Camilla, end of story.

- What's up, Jimmy? - I just measured the settlement crack.

It's grown 10 mm.

I'm giving Holger a tour.

- I'll catch up with you. - No, this is important. What's up?

The vertical settlement cracks are widening due to the roof construction.

Is it due to the reinforcing iron or the concrete?

- Could be both. - Who's the supplier?

- Henneman. - New materials are due next week.

In the meantime, move the crew to section four. Thanks, Jimmy.

We've used Henneman for over 10 years without problems.

Give me a list of what you need and I'll get them to deliver it today.

Haven't you heard a word I've said?

Henneman's materials are to blame for this shit.

- And ComTech is the solution? - Yes.

Like everyone keeps saying, I've been distracted lately.

So on my way here, I tried to get back on track and read the construction reports.

Scary read. I almost drove off the road, Otto.

A construction of this size will always have issues.

You said there'd been a suspiciously high number of issues.

I didn't say suspiciously. I said our suppliers are bad.

Let's look at it during the tour to see if there's a red thread.

In the office. I can't recall the details.

I can.

Wrong deliveries of reinforcement iron.

Wrong sizes, lengths and amounts of timber.

Six tons of massive concrete blocks instead of the ordered hollow blocks.

6,000 hollow-weight-angled steel bars instead of massive-weight-angled.

And the in-situ concrete below had bad reinforcement work.

- Was it redone three, four times? - Twice.

- Twice too much. - Don't forget the roof.

300,000 tons with a 14-mm space between the sheets. Crap.

Who'd have guessed?

Who'd have guessed, when we ran around in the forest, building dens -

- that we'd end up building high-rises?

I've never met anyone who knew more about construction than you, Otto.

So I was pretty astounded when I read the report with all these errors.

Philosophers talk about the arbitrary and the contingent. Ever heard of it?

I sense I will now.

The arbitrary is all things random.

Meaningless coincidences.

The contingent is conditional.

Coincidences that have some underlying explanation.

- Sure you've never heard about it? - Pretty sure.

In theory, all these issues could be random. Accidents, for sure.

And not done ... with ill intent.

I'm more partial to the conditional explanation.

That there's a meaning behind seemingly random incidents.

There is actually a way all these problems could be conditional.

Take you, for instance.

- You could be sabotaging the building. - How?

The measuring labels. They caused us to cast the floor at the wrong height -

- install the windows wrongly and displace the inner walls.

All because of these little labels.

How did that happen? The measuring guy said it wasn't him.

- Hell, they always say that. - Right, they always do.

Let's say he was right. Say someone went around one night -

- after he'd put them on the walls, and moved them 5 cm.

Or a mere 2 cm. That's enough, right?

We've had a hell of a lot of problems. Millions in extra costs.

It's plausible, isn't it?

I mean, they're fucking measuring labels. Any idiot can move them.

But why would someone move them?

Why? That's the question.

Get it?

Unlike the arbitrary, the conditional always has a reason.

Things happen. Mistakes are made.

People measure wrongly.

Perhaps he thinks you're an idiot. Perhaps he thinks I'm an idiot.

In fact, I know he thinks I'm an idiot.

But that still doesn't prove it was deliberate, nor that it was me.

You'd never build a wall with crap materials.

Never.

You'd never ever -

- as much as start on a roof that wouldn't hold up.

And you'd never fail to double-, double- -

- double-, double-fucking-check the measuring labels.

Unless it was deliberate. Why are you trying to sabotage me?

Get off me, Holger.

You've sabotaged our supply chain until only one company was left to hire -

- with a contract that Markus had tampered with. Why?

Why?!

Stop it, Holger!

How much are they paying you? What's the going price for a 40-year friendship?

What's the price?

How much are they paying you?

I'd do it for free -

- after what you've done!

I knew it!

I knew you were behind the sabotage!

Why did you do it?

Why?

You called me, remember? You wanted to help Christina.

You needed to speak to some of Blacknet's suppliers. Or whatever!

I knew how much she meant to you.

So I said I'd see what I could do.

And I knew a guy who knew a guy, and suddenly I found myself in a bar -

- talking to guy I really didn't like talking to. But I did it for you!

And then ... you vanished.

Christina pulled the plug, and you were gone. But I was right here.

And I faced a drug dealer ...

Oh no, I'm sorry! A supplier!

Who couldn't sell his goods or hadn't received them or whatever!

But he was pissed with me. Because I brokered the deal.

- Of course I'll pay whatever it cost you. - This isn't about money, Holger!

This guy doesn't like being cheated, and he wanted to make that clear to me.

So he beat up my little boy.

He beat Karl to a pulp.

You do remember Karl, right? You came to his christening, remember?

Now he's grown a little. Now he's a little 13-year-old boy.

The doctors thought he'd lose sight on one eye. Luckily, he didn't.

But he's terrified, Holger.

He's terrified of leaving the house. He won't go to school, nothing!

We drive him to the anxiety therapist and physiotherapist twice a week.

And I look at my little boy -

- and I ask myself what all this destruction is contingent on.

And that's not so fucking hard to answer. It's you!

You don't see me.

You've never seen me because you don't give a shit.

How did this come about? Did you call Markus, or did he call you?

You think this is all about him and me and our shenanigans.

Oh no, it's much bigger.

- Who else is involved? - How does the old saying go?

Follow the money. Where does the money lead?

Who's been on your case since he was a kid?

Rupert?

Bingo.

- Kid brother. - Rupert?

Yes.

There's something about you Lang brothers.

You are so ruthless toward each other.

Perhaps we could say we're even now?

You're not your usual self, Otto.

You look scared.

And you should be.

You son of a bitch!

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