01x03 - Deadly Love

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- Did you sleep well?
- Was that you?

I did clean up,
if that's what you mean.

I don't remember anything.

Well, you're a real lightweight.

And...

Did I talk about anything?

Yeah!

- Everything?
- I think so.

f*ck.

- Don't worry. It'll stay between us.
- Thank you. Not just for cleaning up.

Need anything?
Shall I come over and make you tea?

I don't drink tea.

Okay. Well, take care.
See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow. Bye.

TWO SIDES OF THE ABYSS

DEADLY LOVE

- Merle?
- Huh?

Have you ever had sex?

That's none of your business.

I'm sure everyone wants
to have sex with you. Huh?

Shut up, Jack Sparrow.

Pretty Merle. The most beautiful bride
I have ever seen in my entire life.

You goddess among goddesses.
May I taste your precious lips?

Hello. I'm meant to pick something up
from Holger Tesche's office.

You're settling in well, apparently.

- Says who?
- Your probation officer.

- Great lady.
- Quite generally... you've changed.

Don't we all?

You can even talk now.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Six years of social therapy.

Very few people last that long.
But you did, Dennis.

You've worked through
your crappy childhood during therapy.

I guess you could say that, right?

If you say so...

And yet, I still wonder...

why would that
little, fat, stupid Dennis

do something like that?

He didn't wanna stay the little, fat,
stupid Dennis. That's why.

My colleague needs
his cordless drill back.

Is that also a colleague of yours?

This man was tortured
with a cordless drill.

With 4 mm hexagon bolts
from Stornbeck.

I assembled my cabinet with those.

Amazing quality.

Where were you on the night between
the sixth and seventh of February?

Let's see...

Probably getting some p*ssy.

Can you even get p*ssy?

Was that it, Holger?

Can I go now?

We'll look into your alibi.

I'll send a bill for the cordless drill.

Hi, darling.

What do you want?

Can we talk real quick? Alone?

- Sorry.
- Mats!

Please, Josi.
I'll leave you alone after that.

We've hardly been in touch.

I know very little about you.

And I'd like to change that.

And so I wanted to ask you...

can you see yourself going on vacation
with me during the Easter break?

Are you serious?

Why not?

The two of us? On vacation?

Yes.

I was thinking Istria.

We could go scuba diving.
You've always wanted to do that.

For seven years

you didn't give a sh*t about me.

And now you show up and ask me
to go scuba diving together? In Istria?

Josi, I know...

Is it because Dennis got out of prison,
or you just don't have anyone to f*ck?

I would've liked to ask your sister too,
but she's dead.

- Josi, please... I'm sorry!
- You know what?

Merle wasn't a victim. But you don't
get that. You don't get anything!

Josi...

Please! Josi!

Oh, man! sh*t.

Was that...

The little girl with the dark hair...

That was Josi, wasn't it?

Well, not quite so little...

She's all grown up now.

And pretty.

Really pretty. A different kind of pretty.
Not like... you know who.

f*ck.

What are you doing?
Hey! Stop! Don't touch that!

That's my daughter's!
Put that down. Put that down.

You can't do that.

- It has to stop.
- Why didn't you say something?

- Because it would've been pointless.
- Stop it.

Stop it.
Stop it! This is Merle's room!

Let go of me.

- No! Stop!
- Let go of me!

Stop it!

Josi, honey!

- Leave her alone.
- I'm sorry.

- You've done enough already.
- I'm sorry!

Come on. Let's go, honey.

You smell that? That burning smell?

Yeah, it smells disgusting.

Like burned pig meat.

Right or left? It's your choice.

That's democracy, my friends.
We get to choose.

- Please! Please, don't do this!
- What did the monkey say?

Did anyone get any of that?

What do you think you're doing?

Back off!

Hey! Are you insane?
Get back to work! Now!

You're dead.

What?

Russian proverb, my friend.

"A spoonful of tar
spoils a whole barrel of honey."

Are you out of your mind?

- Messing with Vadim's guys?
- They're assholes!

I don't give a sh*t what they are.
I don't want any trouble. Come here!

- What's going on, Dennis?
- Why do you care?

I hardly see you.
You've stopped coming to Pollux.

I'm just pissed.

Oh, yeah? Is it because of the girl
with the tiny n*pples?

Cut the bullshit.

I need a weapons master.

What for?

We're not going to Russia.

We're building something here.
The real deal.

A special unit for the final battle.

Who's "we"?

The comrades.

And Vadim provides us
with the appropriate "hardware".

You understand?

Crazy sh*t.

- I'm in.
- Okay, so... there you go.

And a weapons master
needs a key to the gate.

Here. What exactly has been reported?

An anonymous caller said

he saw a dead person hanging
from the suspension railway.

I'll call a locksmith.

Mr. Stuber?

Call criminal investigations
and forensics.

- Was that your first dead body?
- No. But it was my first suicide.

- Have a nice evening.
- See you.

If it was one, that is.

- You don't think it was one?
- The caller was Dennis.

- You're crazy.
- This was on the hamster cage.

It's a connection between the m*rder
in Belgium and this alleged suicide.

- A hexagon bolt from Stornbeck.
- You really are crazy.

He knows my schedule
and he wanted me to find the body.

If you really think that,
talk to Langhans.

And say what? "Opitz keeps k*lling
people and leaving me little souvenirs"?

So that I make
a complete fool of myself?

I thought it was about clearing up
a case. Or is it something personal?

In this case, it's about both.

And he knows that fine well.

I NEED TO GET OUT
OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT!

I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 10 P.M.

Hello? May I come in?

I... I just wanted to let you know...

that Merle is going to keep tutoring you
in math until you're done with school.

And if you want, I'll also help you find
the right apprenticeship. Okay?

- Do you need some help?
- No.

It's much faster this way.
It's not a problem!

Dennis.

Look.

I swear to you, okay?
I swear I won't tell a soul about this.

This stays between us, okay?
I promise, I really do.

Do you... Do you have
a favorite color maybe?

Blue or turquoise or...

Green. Dark green.

Good.

Thank you.

- Luise?
- Carla, hello.

- Can I help you?
- I want to see the prison psychologist.

You do know that therapy sessions
are strictly confidential.

It's not about the details.
It's something in general.

Still, she can't give you
any information about Dennis.

Who knows.

Her positive assessment might backfire,
and then it might be too late.

Too late for what?

It's simply a matter
of preventing further blunders.

Just so that we're on the same page,
from a legal point of view,

Dennis wouldn't have been
released from prison

if there were any doubt
about his development.

Your ability to assess a situation from
a legal point of view isn't trustworthy.

- I'm not your enemy, Luise.
- Yeah, and you're not my friend either.

You drove Manuel
out of the house back then!

He had no choice. And it's a good thing
he moved, since you're out of control.

- And you did a lousy job.
- Bravo. You're finally spitting it out.

You represented us
as accessory prosecutors

and allowed a m*rder in the first degree
to become a crime of passion!

The evidence and expert opinion were
clear, and the judge was convinced too.

- Dennis had diminished responsibility.
- Yeah, and why is that?

You were asking the wrong questions.
His lawyer had it easy.

Dennis was convicted.
He confessed to the crime.

But not to m*rder! It was m*rder!

He wanted to k*ll her! He had a plan!
He had it all planned!

He wanted to k*ll her!
My daughter!

If it were your child,
what would you have done, Carla? Huh?

What would you have done?

Please, Manuel. Talk to Josi.

I'm really worried, okay?

He was outside her school
yesterday and...

Call me back, okay?

Hello, Dennis.

Luise.

I'm sure things
were rough for you in Antwerp.

Your mother was a hooker
and she'd try to numb you with drugs.

Or was that her pimp?
The Candyman?

What else did Candyman do to you?

Did he play with you?

Did he console you

while your mommy
was busy working next door?

How old were you?

Three? Four?

Oh, and...

I'm sure Marcel Stuber used to look after
you in a very special way too.

How did you two meet?
Social Services?

Did he help you fall asleep?

Did he tuck you in?

Hold your hand?

Or did he prefer to crawl
right into bed with you?

How often would Marcel Stuber
crawl into bed with you?

Oh, yeah. Let it out.

You look like sh*t.

You should make sure
you get enough sleep at your age.

What?

That one's dead.

You eat too much.
Plus, it's always this unhealthy stuff.

You have to stop.

Why is this taking so long?

Go ahead.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two,

one,

zero.

PEMDAS, you idiot!

Even my stupid sister gets that.

And she's ten.

- Well? Is everything alright?
- Perfect.

Dennis, if you pass your finals,
I'll buy you something.

Cool!

There's lasagna in the fridge.
You can warm it up if you want.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

Bye.

My mother believes in you.
So go ahead, freak. Make an effort.

I thought I'd buy a round.

How nice of you. Thanks.

Then let's try it right away.

- How was your week?
- Okay.

Come on, Dennis.
What's the matter?

She's following me.

Luise Berg.
She's trying to frame me.

The girl's mother?

- But with what?
- With whatever she can.

We could offer mediation.
What do you think?

- I'll be okay.
- Or you could write her a letter.

- Didn't you say you wanted to?
- I've tried before.

But what I did to her is just...
unforgivable.

- You should still write to her.
- I think it's better to talk in person.

But you can't just come up to her and
confront her. It could escalate things.

You're right, Ms. Döring.

You're g*dd*mn right.

Taio.
When I was your age, I'd hide too.

Big mistake.

Look. A whole truckload full of toys.

There's something I need to tell you.

I was at the correctional facility today.

- And Luise was there.
- What? Why?

Dennis?

She seriously wanted
to talk to the prison psychologist.

Luise is convinced that Dennis
will relapse. Or that he already has.

God, Luise is really losing her mind.

She's constantly leaving me voicemails.

Telling me to talk to Josi.
To warn her.

But why would I do that? Why would
I scare her if there's no need?

I mean, one mistake
and he's back in prison.

Do you ever feel guilty about us?

About having great kids
and loving each other?

Night, dad. Night, Carla.

Sleep well.

No...

I think I'd rather
not waste any more of my time.

- All good?
- They're completely clueless.

Where shall we go?
They closed down the Pollux.

- To your place. Let's check it out.
- Really?

But only if you have
cold beer in the fridge.

I even have pizza.
And gummy bears.

Well, then.

Mr. Tesche?

- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.

- Want some coffee?
- No.

We investigated Dennis once more.
He was home on the night of the crime.

His former foster mother
Dr. Aschhausen confirmed it.

- And you call that an investigation?
- Wait. I'm not done yet.

The forensic evidence found at the scene
in Belgium didn't match his DNA.

And... you're not going to like this,

the Belgian investigators
arrested a suspect

whom they didn't let go
even after 24 hours.

And that's why you came
all the way here? To tell me that?

I want you to stay away from him.

Are we clear?

Everyone thinks he's changed.
It's nothing but a facade.

He manipulates everyone,
including you.

Ms. Berg, you want Dennis back
in prison no matter what, and I get it.

But enough with this endless chase!
That's enough!

You can only lose.

You got any coke?

No.

What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?
Want me to leave?

- No, of course not.
- But?

My mom was a junkie.

She died because of that crap.

Sorry. I'm really sorry.

All good.

You didn't know.

And since then you've been living
with your aunt? Is that why?

She took me in.

I was five.

I owe her the world.

I really don't know
how I would've turned out without her.

My sister died too.

She...

had cancer, leukemia.

She was very special.

I miss her.

Hey.

Hey.

You...

You are something special.

47 is occupied.

Sven.

Hello.

Let's have a drink first, darling.
Two pils.

- Are you always this lucky?
- Depends on who I play with.

Thank you.

I don't have a lot of time.

Is your family waiting for you?
Do you have to cook?

POLICE

- Hey! What are you doing?
- Relax. It slipped from the chair.

- Piss off.
- Huh? Excuse me?

I said piss off!

Who do you think you are,
you police scum?

No one wants to f*ck you anyway.

- That was a mistake.
- Nah, keep it.

You're a pretty girl.
You can do better.

Good night, Tamara.

- You f*cking b*tch!
- Hey!

Hey! Stop it!

Hey. Calm down. Calm down.
I won't hurt you.

Okay? I'm just trying to help.

Thank you.

Okay. I'll call an ambulance
and the police.

No, thank you.
Please don't. It's good. It's okay.

- What?
- It's okay.

No, it's not okay.
He attacked you. Tried to r*pe you.

No, I...
I have to go home. My...

My daughter...
She's all by herself.

I'll report it to the cops later.
Thank you.

- Oh, God.
- Where were you?

With Mats.

- The truth, Josi.
- Call her if you don't believe me.

And the car? The one that
drove you home. Was that Mats?

That was my boyfriend.

- What's his name?
- Luca.

Where do you know him from?

What is this? An interrogation?

- Answer me.
- We met at the Pollux.

Is this him?

No, who is that guy?

Dennis.

Really?