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When you're a lawyer representing organized crime,

you have to acquire status symbols.

Simply because, as a lawyer, you are your client's status symbol.

My status symbol would soon be just a lump of metal.

And my client

was long gone.

MURDER MINDFULLY

Let me do the talking.

Okay.

- Come. - Yes, yes.

I could already smell and hear where we were.

We were at Boris's restaurant.

Boris is German-Russian and Dragan's former better half.

They committed their first crimes together,

sold their first drugs,

and sent their first girls to work the streets.

They had their signet rings made with the first euros they made together.

The reason he and Dragan parted ways was common enough.

Dragan took off with Boris's girlfriend.

Boris's reaction, however, was not so common.

He had the girlfriend decapitated

and nailed her torso to Dragan's front door.

Unlike Dragan, Boris wasn't moody.

But in my opinion, his levelheadedness made him more dangerous.

I appreciate that you accepted my invitation.

Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?

No, thanks. I hate Russian food.

What? To me, it always looks like a Chinese person ate Italian food

and then threw up on a plate of Germany specialties.

I prefer a brave truth over a cowardly lie.

But let's get to the point.

Where is that coward, Dragan?

He's gone underground.

And that's not a lie.

He did go underground.

Albeit not in one piece.

You mean, he's hiding from me?

He's just avoiding the police.

Igor was one of my most important men.

You realize that his death

must have consequences.

Absolutely.

And Dragan regrets it very much.

He does? What exactly does he regret?

Setting him on fire or beating him to death?

I know how this must look to you, Boris, but...

Dragan was betrayed just like you.

Word has it that in the last few weeks,

drugs have been being sold on Dragan's turf at half price.

- Nothing to do with me. - Maybe that's how it's supposed to look.

To stir up trouble between you?

To make him angry?

You know how he can get when he's angry.

Listen, Boris.

I think someone's trying to play you and start a war that no one wants.

But Dragan wants to find this traitor

and for the two of you to get revenge on him together.

And how does he plan to do that when he's hiding from me, lawyer?

Not from you.

From the police.

Everything you discuss with me, you discuss with him.

He's like his mouthpiece.

I do the talking.

Yes. I know, damn it.

Maybe I should just have you killed.

Lawyer.

Then Dragan would have to show up, right?

He wouldn't. If I die, Sascha takes over.

Monday. You have until Monday.

Serve me the traitor on a tray with an apple in his mouth.

We'll hang some grenades off his balls. Bang, bang, done.

Yes, "bang, bang."

Sounds good.

It's just that Monday doesn't give us much time.

- I mean, four days... - Four days, lawyer.

Make sure they're not your last four days.

Get out of here.

Okay.

You really have some balls, you know?

I told you to let me do the talking.

Sorry, I have to take this.

- Hey, Katharina. - Björn?

- Yes. - Where are you?

Why?

Quality time? First lesson? Ballet.

- Hello! - Dad! Dad!

Hey!

Dad!

- How are you? - Good.

Shall we go dancing?

I'll just go grab my things.

Great. Off you go.

- Hey. - Hey.

And?

Look.

What is it?

"Dear Mrs. Diemel, we hereby wish to apologize."

"We sent you a rejection letter last week regarding your daughter's application."

"That was a mistake."

"Emily is the greatest kid in the world."

"You are the world's greatest woman, and your husband

is the world's greatest man with the world's greatest job."

"We look forward to welcoming you to our day care center

at a time that suits you."

Do I want to know how you did it?

By doing what I always do and practicing mindfulness.

- Mindfulness? - Yes.

It's crazy how much you've changed.

First, quality time with Emmi, and then how you've been with me.

Mindfulness can kill people and break noses.

And melt icebergs too, apparently.

And down. Good.

- Shall we do it again? - Yes.

And it allows you to enjoy a moment with your favorite person,

even when everything else is going downhill.

And open and close. And open and close...

I used to hate being around helicopter parents and overachievers.

But since living life more mindfully,

I can now concentrate on the important things.

- Which was Emily. - The balloon is round. Round.

Hands on your hips. Plié.

And jumping jacks. And again.

Lift your knees. Yes. And down.

Hello?

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

Hello, Doro from the law firm.

You no longer work for us.

That's right.

So I've been tasked with picking up your company car.

Where can I find it?

It's currently being driven around the city.

But I have good news for you.

You can pick it up in two hours at the MYRS Apartment Hotel.

But I'll be off from work then.

Just like the car.

So? Hello, sweetie.

- How was ballet? - Good.

Yeah? Do you want to go back?

Yes. Mom, did you know Dad doesn't work for them anymore?

- What? - Can I go and play?

Yes, sure.

- Bye. - Bye.

Love you.

Love you too.

- What is she talking about? - I resigned.

What?

Don't worry. Financially, things won't change.

I have a very nice settlement arrangement.

So you no longer deal with those criminals?

Exactly. At least, not the ones at the law firm.

So, what now?

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

- Yes. - It'll be good for you.

And you? How was it?

- The video call? - Yes.

It might work out.

Great, happy to hear that.

Okay.

I'll get going then.

Bye then.

Hey, Emily wanted to go to the zoo on Saturday. Do you want to come?

I mean, now that you're your own boss,

maybe you can take a day off.

I'd love to.

Okay.

Bye.

The DNA results from the finger came in.

Fortunately, no matches in our database.

Why fortunately?

We've never been able to get a DNA sample from Dragan Sergowicz.

So there's still a chance that it's his finger.

As Sergowicz's villa is only a few hundred meters

from where it was found, I don't think it was carried there from Neukölln.

REAL ESTATE D. SERGOWICZ

- But where's the rest? - In hell, probably.

No.

Probably still at the lake. We can search the villa now.

Mindfulness sure was fascinating.

Even though Boris and Toni were breathing down my neck,

I was looking forward to quality time with my family.

Doro, I left the car keys at reception. I wrote you a message, right?

But you left things in the car, Mr. Diemel.

Yeah, true.

I forgot.

Would you be so kind as to leave it all with reception?

- Thanks. - Sure, but I'm not your secr...

PANIC

This was the third explosion in five days.

The first two were meant for Dragan.

I had to assume this one was meant for me, not Doro.

If you feel fear and panic,

become aware of the outside world.

With your eyes, find one single point and focus on it.

That is your anchor.

Yes, okay.

Okay, one point.

One point.

Okay.

One point.

Yes?

It's Nicole.

- Hey. - Are you okay?

Yes, of course.

Come in.

Did you notice that your car just blew up outside?

It was hard to miss.

Is that all you have to say about it?

Well, the car that blew up was no longer mine.

What do you mean?

I resigned from the law firm.

That means I also gave up my right to use the company car.

So legally and factually, I am neither the owner

nor the user of the car.

If you want to interview me as a witness, I did hear the explosion.

But I didn't see it, so I can't say anything about the progression of events.

Björn, that was an attempt on your life.

Why are you so calm?

Mindfulness. Haven't I told you about it?

No.

But our forensics team just mindfully found out

that the hand grenade used in the explosion was of Romanian origin.

Sounds cheap.

Yes. Maybe you should talk to Dragan to see if he's made any Romanians angry.

I don't think that's part of my duties as his lawyer.

- I thought you resigned. - I now represent him independently.

Does he still need representation?

We found his finger close to the villa by the lake.

Any chance you know where the rest of him is?

Don't you think it's odd that we found Dragan's finger at the lake

where you were last weekend with Emily?

No. No, I don't, to be honest.

It's his house, after all.

But the fact that you think I'd take Emily to a meeting with him...

That actually hurts a little.

Okay.

I see.

In case you're interested, we'll search the villa again,

so if there's anything to be found, we'll find it.

If you find a red toothbrush,

please bring it back.

I've been looking for it for days.

LIKE A FISH IN WATER DAY CARE

Oh, by the way, good luck.

No need. We got a spot. It took a lot of work, though.

Congratulations, you'll have to tell me how you did that one day.

The issue with day care spots, that's the biggest crime these days.

You should investigate that.

Yes, Björn, I'll pass it on to the special investigations unit.

But for now, I'm looking for the rest of Dragan Sergowicz.

Good luck.

Björn, hi. It's nice that you called. I wanted to call you about Saturday.

How about we leave at 9 a.m.?

Then we'd have three hours before Emily's afternoon nap, then...

Katharina.

That's why I'm calling. I'm afraid I will have to cancel.

Okay.

Sorry, I was really looking forward to it.

But something came up at work. I have to take care of it urgently.

Is everything okay?

Yes, it is.

I just underestimated what it means to be self-employed.

Okay. Let me know if you need anything, okay?

- Okay, I will. Bye. - Have a nice evening.

- You too. - See you.

- Hey, Sascha. - Yes, what's up?

I need you to find someone.

"Someone."

I intentionally used a gender-neutral term because I had no way of knowing

if the person who threw the hand grenade was male or female.

Or any of the other genders out there.

Hey, guys.

This is Björn, the lawyer.

Lawyer, Paula, Pepe.

- Where is he? - Here.

How did you find him?

We follow'd da lead on da Romanian 'and grenade.

Huh?

The Romanian hand grenade. We followed the lead.

- How long has he been in there? - About six hours?

Yeah.

Open it.

Makes a difference if you leave someone in a trunk in the blazing sun all weekend

or just for a few hours.

I'm not telling you anything, assholes.

Let me go, you fuckers!

We reserved the conference room.

We'll hook him up, aye.

What?

Inner resistance to an immoral act

often stands in opposition to an inner drive.

Could you be more specific about how to deal with this inner resistance?

It happens a lot at work.

Name the inner resistance

that wants to stop you from doing something.

Then name the inner drive that pushes you toward an action.

Weigh both things up against each other.

Soon you will know

which of the two forces you want to give in to.

Give it a go.

Hook him up, aye?

Yes, right. Set everything up.

You assholes!

I quickly realized my inner resistance

wanted me to have a guilty conscience and stop me

from running electricity through a total stranger's body.

No!

But I would have had an even guiltier conscience

if this guy were to harm my daughter

just because I wasn't willing to put up with the smell of burnt skin.

Shit!

I didn't want the people I was meeting to be shot anymore.

You little bastards!

Or for things to constantly be blown up. Or for Emily to be exposed to threats.

Ready.

Okay.

My questions, my pace. Okay?

Okay.

Hello.

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

I'll ask questions. Quickly.

You better answer quickly.

No!

Right pace, wrong answer.

Okay.

Let's start with an easy one.

What's your name?

- What? - Malte!

Malte? Okay.

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

What? Who?

I'm supposed to clean up for him.

Okay.

What are you supposed to clean up exactly?

My friend, this is a misunderstanding, yeah.

I'm just a sidekick. An errand boy. I don't know a thing. I have no...

Toni lured Dragan to the parking lot.

The hand grenade guy was supposed to get Dragan, Igor, and...

that guy over there.

Boris was supposed to take the blame for it.

Toni would become the boss. Murat an officer.

But that fucking bus showed up.

And you were supposed to "clean up" the mess, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And why did Murat have to die?

Damn it! You bitch!

Toni found out Murat was going to talk.

I was supposed to take you and Murat out at the wildlife reserve.

Unfortunately, you weren't there.

Damn it, what was that for?

For the "unfortunately."

Please.

How did Toni know that Murat was going to meet the lawyer?

Exactly.

How?

Wait!

The damn message on his voicemail. His phone was bugged.

By whom?

I don't know. How would I know?

Möller, that ugly cop.

Sorry, I didn't quite get that. By whom?

Möller!

Möller! That damn cop. That ugly fuck.

Good. Okay.

What about the hand grenade at Ms. Bregenz's apartment?

- Who? - No, wait.

- You bitch! - Yes, let's rephrase that.

Did you throw a grenade into an apartment on Wednesday?

- Yes. - Yes?

Did you blow up my car?

- Yes. - Why?

It's easier than shooting.

Why me?

You're in Toni's way. You're getting on his nerves.

His words, not mine. His words, okay?

All right. No further questions.

Can you keep him busy for a bit? We may need him again.

Sure, boss.

Good afternoon, lawyer.

We need to talk.

I think you'll be pleased to hear that we're making great progress.

I would assume you are. I mean, we have a deal after all, right?

Good. How can I reach you once we're done?

Only in person. At my restaurant.

Good.

I'm here for another reason.

Once you've brought me the traitor,

you'll take me to Dragan.

How do you imagine that'll work? The police are looking for him.

Lawyer.

It's your job to imagine.

And to imagine what will happen if you disappoint me.

Remember.

Three days.

I wondered if my life would have been easier

if I'd just let Dragan kill me last Saturday.

Subtitle translation by: Kristopher Brame, Diana Renker