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[contemplative music playing]

[Björn] There's a reason that lawyers, like me, who represent mobsters

feel compelled to amass status symbols.

The fact of the matter is that you yourself are a status symbol

for your murderous mobster client.

My status symbol got melted into junk metal. But we'll get to that.

Talk about symbolism, right?

MURDER MINDFULLY

[quiet guitar music playing]

[door opens]

[Björn] Let me do the talking.

- [Sascha] Okay. - [door shuts]

[quiet guitar music stops]

- [man] Come with me. - [Björn] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[folksy Russian music playing]

[man speaking Russian]

[Björn] I knew right where we were. The smell gave it away.

We were at Boris' restaurant.

The German-Russian kingpin, formerly Dragan's better half.

All their big criminal firsts were together.

They cut their first bag of dope together,

turned out their first set of girls together.

They commissioned their matching seal rings

with the first money they made together.

The story of the two parting ways is a tale as old as time.

Dragan ran off with Boris' girlfriend.

Boris' response was a little bit less clichéd, though.

It involved the girlfriend's decapitated torso

getting nailed to Dragan's front door.

[hammering]

[folksy Russian music stops]

Boris wasn't moody or temperamental like Dragan.

He kept a cool head and a clear mind.

And this made him way deadlier than his ex-business partner.

I'm very grateful that you accepted my invitation.

[breathing deeply]

You boys hungry? Want anything?

Thank you. But I can't do Russian food.

What? It feels like what would happen if you ate a bunch

of Chinese take-out and pasta,

then puked all over a plate of schnitzel.

[intriguing music playing]

Me, I always prefer an unsavory truth to an ass-kiss.

All right.

Let's begin now, shall we?

Where has your spineless dog of a boss run to?

He went off the grid.

That's technically true.

He is off the grid.

Far as you can get.

You mean, he's hiding from me, huh?

- [Björn] Hmm... - Just wants the cops off his back.

Hm.

Igor was one of my most reliable men.

So, you must know that his death

will have repercussions, yes?

We're aware.

[intriguing music continues]

And Dragan, by the way, is sick with remorse.

Yeah? What part's got him feeling sick?

When he set him on fire, or when he beat him to death? Hm?

[exhaling]

I know this must look pretty fishy, Boris, but, um...

Dragan was betrayed, too. Just like you were.

It's come to light that someone's been selling Dragan's dope

for half price, on his turf.

That's not my problem.

It is someone framed you though.

Someone who wanted to stir the pot?

Rile Dragan up?

You know how he gets when he's pissed.

Mm.

- [inhaling] - [Boris slurping]

Listen, Boris.

I think you're being framed, and I think someone is trying to force a turf war.

All that Dragan wants

is to find this traitor so that you two old pals can teach him a lesson.

Maybe that is the truth.

But why's he hiding from me, lawyer?

Not from you. From the police.

Anything you say here to me, I'll pass on to him.

He's like Dragan's proxy.

[intriguing music stops]

[whispering] Just listen.

[quietly] Yeah. I know, damn it.

Maybe I should have someone kill you then.

- [intriguing music resumes playing] - Why not?

That would bring Dragan out, correct?

Probably not. If I die, Sascha takes over.

[Sascha gasps faintly]

- [coughs and groans] - [bones crack]

Monday.

I'll give you until Monday

to serve me up that traitor with an apple in his mouth.

Maybe we can drop, uh, hand grenades on his balls. Bang, bang, done.

- Yeah. "Bang, bang". Great. - [intriguing music continues]

Although... [clears throat] Monday is pretty soon.

- We might need more than four days. - Four days, lawyer.

[Boris chuckles faintly]

Make sure they're not your last four above ground.

Get to it.

[clicks teeth] Yep.

[intriguing music fades]

- [speaking Russian] - [Björn mutters]

[Björn] Mm.

You've got some balls, man. You know that?

- Didn't I tell you? Let me do the talking. - [sighs]

[cell phone ringing]

ACCEPT

Ah. Sorry, I gotta take this.

- Hey, Katharina. - [Katharina] Björn?

- Yeah. - Where are you?

- Uh... working? - [intriguing music playing]

It's Emily's first ballet lesson.

[lively music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[music stops]

- Hello! - Papa! Papa, Pop!

- Papa, Papa! - Hey!

Papa!

- How's my girl? - Good.

You wanna go dancing?

Mm-hm. I've gotta get my stuff first.

Awesome. Go on.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey, um...

Come look.

What is this?

"Greetings, Mrs. Diemel."

"We are writing you to formally apologize."

"We mistakenly sent you a letter rejecting your application a few days ago."

"Please, forgive us."

[chuckling] "Emily's the most awesome kid on Earth."

"You're clearly an awesome mom,

and your husband's pretty awesome, as well."

"Plus, he's an awesome lawyer."

"We are all so thrilled to invite you to join our school's family,

and we offer Emily a warm welcome."

- [both chuckle] - [contemplative music playing]

[Katharina chuckles]

Umm...

Do I wanna know how you did this?

I just did what I always do, I tapped into mindfulness.

- You tapped in, huh? Uh-huh. - Yep.

[chuckles faintly]

It is incredible to see how much you've changed.

All the quality time with Emmy, and we can talk, like the old days.

[both chuckling]

Mindfulness can commit murders and break some noses.

And it turns out, it can melt icebergs as well.

[moody, melodic piano music playing]

And down. Okay.

- Again, from the top. Okay. - [child] Yeah!

[Björn] And mindfulness lets you enjoy those moments

with your favorite tiny human,

even when the rest of your life is spiraling out.

Stretch out, and pull it in.

And out, and in.

And out, and in.

[Björn] I used to dread having to spend time around high-strung,

high-achieving, helicopter parents.

- But now that I Iive life mindfully... - [teacher] Balloon arms!

...I can block them all out and focus on what matters.

- It's all for Emily. - Pretend you're holding a balloon. Round.

Hand on hips, plié.

And now, jumping jacks! Again.

Knees up! Great! And... relax!

[moody, melodic piano music continues]

[cell phone ringing]

[music stops]

Hello?

Hey there, Mr. Diemel. It's Doro from the law firm.

Hello, Doro from the law firm.

[Doro] You don't work here anymore.

- Right. - [contemplative music playing]

It's protocol for former employees to turn in their company cars.

When can I pick it up?

I'm actually driving it right now.

But I've got good news.

You can collect it in about an hour outside the MYRS Apartment Hotel.

I'll be off in an hour though.

[clicks teeth]

Then it works out perfect.

[disconnect tone]

- [sighs] - [hangs up phone]

- [upbeat music playing] - [mock growl]

- [mock screaming] - [chuckling]

Aw. Hey, sweetheart.

- How was ballet? - [Emily] Good.

Yeah? Do you wanna go again?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Mama, did you know Papa doesn't work at his bad job?

- [Katharina] What? - Can I go in and play?

Yeah, sure.

- Oop! [chuckles] - Bye-bye!

Bye.

- Mwah. - Love you, kid.

I love you, too.

[upbeat music stops]

Is that true?

- Yeah, I just resigned. - What?

Um, don't worry. Financially, we'll be same as always.

I negotiated a very fair severance package.

Uh... Does this mean you're done with being around all those criminals?

I am. At least, the ones that work at the firm.

So... what's next?

Self-employment, work-life balance, more time for Emily.

- [contemplative music playing] - Okay.

- Yeah. Mm-hm. - That sounds good for you.

How'd it go? Tell me.

- The video call? - Yeah.

[chuckles] It went well, yeah.

- Oh, that's great news. - Yeah.

Okay.

- Then... I'll be off. - Yep.

Then... Bye.

So, we're going to the zoo Saturday. If you'd like to come.

I mean, since you're your own boss and all, why not

take the day off, right?

Sure.

'Kay.

- Ciao. - [car door shuts]

[contemplative music stops]

We got the DNA results, and luckily, there were no matches in our database.

Why's that lucky?

Well, we've never managed to get a sample from Sergowicz for our library.

So that means it's possible that this is his finger.

[Nicole] Mm-hm.

Sergowicz's lake house is only a few hundred meters

from where the finger was found.

- That's nothing to a bird. - [Nicole chuckles]

D. SERGOWICZ PROPERTY

Where's the rest?

- Probably in hell, right? - No.

The lake is more likely. We should go search the house.

[gentle rock music playing]

[Björn] Mindfulness really is quite the fascinating phenomenon.

Boris and Toni were breathing down my neck,

but I didn't let that consume me.

I just focused on having more quality time with my family.

- [cell phone ringing] - [music stops]

LAW FIRM ACCEPT

Doro, I left you the keys at reception. Didn't they give you my message?

Yes, but you left stuff in the car. [chuckles]

[Björn] Right, I did, didn't I?

I forgot.

Um, would you be a dear and leave my things at the receptionist's desk?

Thank you.

- But I'm not your secre... - [disconnect tone]

[breathing deeply]

- [explosion] - [gasps]

- [car alarms blaring] - [metallic clattering]

[ominous music playing]

PANIC

[Björn] That was now the third explosion in the last five days.

The first two were meant for Dragan.

This one had my name all over it.

And poor Doro had found herself in the crossfire.

[ominous music continues]

[Joschka] When you feel panic taking over,

ground yourself in your surroundings.

[ominous music stops]

Relax, and look around the room. Focus on one individual point.

This is your anchor.

[panting] Yeah, okay.

Okay, one point.

One point. Okay.

[continues panting]

[continues panting]

One point.

[continues panting]

[Emily laughing]

[ominous music fades]

[pounding on door]

[tense music playing]

[pounding continues]

[Björn] Yes?

[Nicole] Hey, it's Nicole.

[music fades]

- Hey. - You're okay?

Yeah, of course.

Come in.

You seem awfully calm for a man whose car just exploded.

Well, these things happen.

Is that all you have to say?

[exhaling] Well, it wasn't my car anymore. It's not really my problem.

Wait, what?

I quit my job at the firm,

so I also gave up any rights to my old company car.

Therefore, legally speaking, I have no ties to that flaming hunk of metal.

If you want to interview me as a witness,

I did hear a loud bang, but that's it.

I was on my bed, so I couldn't see anything, sorry to say.

Björn, somebody just tried to kill you.

[distant siren blaring]

Why aren't you freaked out?

Deep breathing.

I'm into mindfulness now.

Sure.

Anyway, our forensics team were able to trace the make and model

of the hand grenade.

They can confirm that the device is Romanian-crafted.

Sounds cheap.

Yeah. Maybe you should go ask Dragan if he's pissed off any Romanians lately.

I think that's a lot to ask of me, as his lawyer.

I thought you resigned.

Yeah, now I'm just freelancing.

Ahh.

[Björn clears his throat]

[quiet, dramatic music playing]

Does he still need representation?

Hm?

We found one of his fingers, not too far away from his lake house.

Do you know where the rest of him is?

Pretty bizarre, hm?

We happened to find Dragan's finger less than a mile

from where you vacationed with your little girl.

No.

It's his house.

He goes there all the time.

The fact that you think I would have brought Emily to the house

while he was there...

I'm honestly offended.

Okay.

Well, then.

I thought that you should know we're going to sweep the villa,

so if there's anything worth finding,

we'll find it.

Mm-hm.

[quiet, dramatic music stops]

If you find a toothbrush,

could you grab it?

I must've left it there.

[chuckles faintly]

LIKE A FISH IN WATER DAY CARE

Oh. Good luck with this.

No, we got in. But thanks. It wasn't easy.

Congrats, then. You'll have to tell me how you swung it.

These kindergartens, my God. The racket they run?

Man, that's the real crime.

That's who you should go after.

Yeah. Björn. I'll pass it along to the sarge, okay?

Right after I find the rest of Dragan Sergowicz.

Good luck.

[intriguing music playing]

[intriguing music stops]

[cell phone ringing]

Björn, hi. Glad you rang. I was about to call you.

Let's figure out the zoo. What do you think about leaving at nine?

We'd have three hours to look at the animals before Emily's nap time...

Katharina. [panting]

Um... That's actually why I'm calling.

My schedule's too insane...

Okay.

I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to Saturday.

I wanted to be there so badly, but I have to help a client.

- Is everything okay? - [dramatic music playing]

Yeah, of course.

I guess I'm still learning all the ins and outs of the freelancer life.

Okay. Um... Then, I hope it all goes well.

Oh, thanks, me too. Bye.

- Good night, Björn. Bye. - You too.

[call disconnects]

[dramatic music fades]

CALLING...

[contemplative music playing]

- Hey, Sascha. - [Sascha] Yeah, what's up?

I'm looking for someone.

[Björn] "Someone."

I didn't have much to go off, beyond a certain affinity

for blowing crap to kingdom come.

Male, female, nonbinary.

I don't discriminate when it comes to grenade-wielding psychopaths.

That's just the kinda guy I am.

Hey, guys.

This is Björn, the lawyer.

Lawyer, Paula, Pepe.

- Where is he? - [Paula] Here.

[thudding and muffled shouting]

How'd you find him?

We slid off that Romanian angle.

- [thudding and muffled shouting continues] - Hm?

Um, what he means is, we followed the lead you got.

- And voilà. - [mutters]

How long's he been in there?

Oh, like six hours?

- [thudding and muffled shouting continues] - Mmm.

Let's see him.

- [man moaning] - [Björn] Ah.

[Björn] Turns out being locked in a trunk isn't that big a deal

when you're in a nice, cold garage, makes a big difference.

[man moans]

[groaning]

I'm not telling you guys shit, fuck you! [sniffs]

CAUTION STEP

[man groaning]

[ominous music playing]

- [door thuds] - [man] Let me go, you fucking bastards!

We reserved you the meeting hall.

[man groans]

[lights clicking]

[door thuds]

[man groaning]

We'll get the cables on him.

What?

- [man groaning] - [music builds to a climax and stops]

You may feel resistance when your desires contradict your values.

Even if that means you are no longer served by your beliefs.

[meditative music playing]

Hm.

Do you have any concrete examples about how to handle that conundrum?

I'm sure it would help me at work.

Try to put a name to that inner resistance,

and try to identify where it's rooted.

And then, once you've had a moment, see if it aligns with who you are.

Or if it's from a version of yourself you've outgrown.

There's a push and pull of forces,

and we have to find balance.

But that's life.

[man groans]

[Pepe] Ready, mate? Come on.

Uh... Yeah, yeah, let's go, mate. Put on the cables.

[man grunting]

- You bastards! [chuckling] - [tense music playing]

[man groans]

[man gasping]

[Björn] I was definitely experiencing a little inner resistance

to the idea of electrocuting a man I'd just met.

My desire for answers was coming up

against a deeply-seated aversion to torture.

[man] No. Please, no! No, don't. - But was that just cultural conditioning?

And wouldn't I feel worse if this guy tried his little grenade trick

- on me or Emily, or anyone else? - No! No!

Oh, fuck, no! No!

I was sick of my coworkers narrowly evading death.

[snickering] You motherfuckers.

Sick of clients getting shot, bombs going off,

and my daughter's life being threatened by low-life pricks.

Ready.

[tense music stops]

Okay.

I ask the questions, okay?

Okay. Hello.

I'm a lawyer, uh... I guess you know that.

That means I talk, um, fast.

So, you should answer my questions fast.

Nah!

Hm. Now, that was fast, but impolite.

- [electrical zapping] - [groans]

- [zapping stops] - [gasping]

- Okay, uh... - [quiet, dramatic music playing]

Why don't we start with... an easy one.

What's your name?

[chuckling]

[whispering] By all means.

- [electrical zapping] - [groaning]

- Malte! - [zapping stops]

What?

- [Malte] Malte. - Ah.

- Malte? Ah, okay. - [Malte gasping]

So, Malte. What... What can you tell me about Toni?

[panting]

What? I don't...

- [electrical zapping] - [groaning]

[straining] He said I was on clean up duty.

[gasping and panting]

Okay.

And what did that entail?

Look, man... [chuckling] I think you've got me all wrong.

I'm an errand boy.

A nobody. I only do what I'm told, I...

- [electrical zapping] - [groaning]

- [zapping stops] - [gasping]

[coughing and retching]

[groaning and panting]

Toni lured Dragan to the parking lot.

- [quiet, dramatic music continues] - [Björn] Uh-huh.

The plan was to go blow up Dragan, Igor, and

that big fella over there.

It was supposed to get pinned on Boris.

Toni'd take the crown, and Murat his number two.

But then that fucking school bus screwed it all up. [sniffs]

And then you'd come on in for the so-called "clean up," yeah?

Got it. Good.

And... Why did Murat have to go? Hm?

- [electrical zapping] - [anguished groaning]

- [zapping stops] - Fuck!

Fuck!

Toni found out that he was planning to come clean.

So, I was asked to whack you and Murat at that game reserve.

Too bad you weren't there.

- [electrical zapping] - [groaning]

- [zapping stops] - What the hell was that for?

For the "too bad."

- [Malte gasping] - [dramatic music playing]

Please.

How'd Toni catch wind that Murat was gonna meet with the lawyer?

Hm. Yeah, how?

Huh?

Well?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

[shuddering]

Toni heard the goddamn voicemail. His phone'd been bugged.

By whom?

How should I know? Why would he tell me?

[electrical zapping]

[gasping] God! That ugly pig...

Sorry, I didn't quite catch that last part. Who was it?

M... Möller!

- [zapping stops] - [gasps]

God, Möller! That ugly fucking cop! He did it.

[Malte shuddering and gasping faintly]

[Malte coughs]

Good. Okay. Um...

What about the hand grenade at Ms. Bregenz' place?

[dramatic music continues]

- Who? - [electrical zapping]

- Wait a sec. - [zapping stops]

You cunt! Yeah, let me try that again.

On Wednesday, did you toss a hand grenade through someone's window?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

And then, did you blow up my car?

- Yes. - How come?

It's more fun than shooting.

But why me?

You're in Toni's way. He wants you off his back.

His words, not mine. His words, his words. Okay?

[panting rapidly]

Great. We're done here for today.

Can you keep him on ice for a while? We might need him again.

Sure, boss.

[dramatic music stops]

[Malte coughs]

[groaning]

[moaning]

[door shuts loudly]

- [rat squeaking] - [groans]

[ominous music playing]

[music builds to a climax]

[music stops]

[intriguing music playing]

Good afternoon, lawyer.

You'd better get in.

[intriguing music stops]

I think you'll be happy to hear we're making good progress.

Well, I figured. I mean... we did make a deal, right?

Right. Oh, uh, how can I reach you when it's done?

- Nyet. - [mysterious music playing]

You'll find me, in my restaurant.

Great.

I'm here to give you another task.

Once you've brought me the traitorous rat,

bring me to see Dragan, mm.

Mm.

But how's that gonna work?

The cops could follow us to his... - Lawyer...

It's your job, my friend, to make this work.

And if you fail, then it is my job to punish you. [chuckles]

[dramatic music playing]

[Boris] Three days.

Don't forget, mm?

[car engine starts]

[Björn] Why didn't I let Dragan kill me last Saturday in the ice cream shop?

It sure would've made my life a whole hell of a lot easier.

[dramatic music stops]

[moody, melodic piano music playing]

[moody, melodic piano music stops]