MURDER MINDFULLY
Keep your mouths shut, or I'll kill you all!
Keep your mouths shut!
This is Dragan Sergowicz. Obviously, he went into hiding right after the crime.
I dug into our files and put this list together.
Those are all of his known hide-outs.
All of his properties, tax write-offs, offices, potential safe havens.
This here is Björn Diemel.
He's his lawyer.
We're confident Dragan will attempt to contact him.
I'll take the Bradower Lake villa. I could use a tan.
Leave your swimsuit at home for this one. You'll take the law firm, 'kay?
Aww.
- Yeah? Möller, what is it? - Hey.
Well, we should talk about Björn Diemel. Because I'm sure this is awkward for you.
Oh, you mean because we were classmates? We barely knew each other.
And Diemel's not the target here. We're just after Sergowicz.
Right.
Copy that.
Are you okay, Papa?
Mm-hm. 'Course I am.
- Now, are you up for a surprise? - Yay! Surprises are the best.
To get it, I'll need you to close your eyes tight.
And then I'll say a magic spell. If we do that, you'll get your surprise.
Mm-hm.
Careful.
Almost, almost. And…
Open them!
Papa, say the magic spell.
Uh, right, the spell.
Hocus Pocus Fidibus, voilà, let there be treats!
No one else is in here.
You can eat straight out of the tubs, okay?
- Mm-hm. - Be back in a second. Okay, sweetheart?
- One sec. - Yeah, uh-huh.
"Hocus pocus"? What the fuck is that?
I figured you'd want to let her have a little treat.
Since you're so good with kids.
Okay.
Thank you for all your help, my friend.
He'll help me disappear.
He'll be my messenger, but it's business as usual.
I'll still send papers. Okay?
Make sure he doesn't forget the kid.
Every bone in my body was screaming at me
not to put my daughter in the same car as this literal psychopath.
- Hey. - Huh?
Boss, don't you want water for the car ride?
I'm fine. We're not going far, close the door.
Close it.
Whoo!
As expected, I didn't get very far.
But in my mindful, don't-give-a-damn mood, I had a resting heart rate of 30
and saw the unscheduled stop as a little legal exercise.
- Mr. Diemel. - I'll have the chicken nuggets.
No. I'm not here to play around.
Out of the car, please. Random vehicle search.
You can only search a car at random if you're at a public traffic stop.
You happen to be standing on a parking garage ramp,
meaning that we're still on private land.
You could search the car, but that would force me to write a complaint against you,
so why don't we just talk like this?
Fine.
Have you seen Dragan Sergowicz today?
Yeah, he's in my trunk.
Oh yeah?
Well, there wasn't room up front. My kid got shotgun.
I see.
Although a booster seat is supposed to go in the back, right?
No, there's actually no regulation stipulating
that she can't sit up front.
See, the only laws on the matter pertain to general airbag safety,
but her airbag is off, so she's perfectly safe up here.
The laws differ for baby seats…
- And fight! - …but this is not a baby seat.
Do you have kids?
- If you could take a few minutes-- - I can't give you my time.
It's set aside for my daughter.
We don't have time for cops who don't know the law,
and we want chicken nuggets.
So, on that note, we'll have to bid you adieu.
See ya.
Let's get going.
Wow.
Look, look, Papa! He's the sweetest.
He's so fluffy.
Perfect!
I'm on a road trip with Papa.
He's the best papa in the whole world.
Hello, Ms. Egmann.
- Hello, Björn. How are you doing? - Good.
I'm in the car with my daughter at the moment.
As I told your colleague, I don't have the time for this.
I'll keep it brief.
If you happen to hear from a certain runaway client of yours,
could you let him know we've never had such a slam-dunk homicide case.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - That's not why you went into work?
No, no. I was there because my daughter likes to play lawyers.
Papa, I colored pictures there.
How do you play lawyers?
Obstructing justice and lying to old acquaintances?
Nicole, Emmy is, like I said, with me, and you're on speaker.
Hello, Nicole.
Hello, Emily.
Look, could you please tell him to turn himself in, okay?
- It'd be best for everyone. - Okay.
I'm sure it's all very stressful. I'm all about reducing stress these days.
- All right. Be well, yeah? - Björn?
Ciao.
Papa, are we almost there?
Um, close.
Really?
Yeah, fairly.
And now?
- Almost. - Now?
And… now we're here.
Woo-hoo!
- Here we are. - Yay!
- Papa, what's in the trunk? - Um…
It's just… work stuff. Yeah, it's a big work thing I had to bring home.
Papa, you can work later.
Please, can we have some quality time first? That's way more fun, isn't it?
Come play, Papa!
Quality time first, then work.
Pop, come on!
He's the best papa in the whole world.
Hello?
Hey!
Lawyer man!
Papa, let's play!
So much of the stress we feel is caused
by a very distorted view of our own freedom.
Freedom is not just doing what you want, whenever you want.
But what's wrong with that though?
The assumption that we constantly must be doing something
is what causes us stress.
When you embrace saying "no",
people can't make you do what you don't want to do.
It's then that you are free.
Papa!
We came here to have fun!
It took a multi-week mindfulness seminar
to teach me something that my daughter had always intrinsically understood.
That you have to defend your quality time from anyone who wants to steal it away.
- Lawyer! Open up! - Papa!
Just come and play!
I don't have to do, what I don't want to do.
- Papa! - I am free.
- Hello! Hey, Lawyer! - Woo-hoo!
Yay! Yay! Yahoo!
Catch up, Papa!
As far as I was concerned,
the trunk full of mob boss might as well have been at sea.
While I was spraying Emily with her SPF 50,
the trunk of my car heated up to about 135 degrees Fahrenheit.
An hour after that, the trunk was twice as hot as Dragan's body temp.
In a desperate attempt to cool him off,
his sweat glands were probably going haywire.
Then, his blood vessels would open up nice and wide,
circulating at warp speed to try to release heat.
By mid-afternoon, whatever he had in place of a heart
was pumping away at full blast.
And before too long, his whole cardiovascular system collapsed.
Probably around the time Emily and I set our boat out on the lake.
And by the time I tucked Emily safe and snug under the covers,
Dragan was dead.
It was a great day for me and my daughter.
For Dragan it was his last.
HAPPINESS
And you wanna know something funny and ironic?
He died of burnout as a result of my mindful relaxation day.
Papa, wake up! Come on, get up!
Papa, come see!
The lake's still there!
Mm-hm.
Hey look, Papa, a raven!
The raven wanted to come say good morning.
Can we please swim again?
- You really want to? - Yeah.
Then swim we shall.
Anything you want, my dear. But first, I'll make us pancakes!
- Yay! - Then we'll go for a swim.
There.
Papa, why does it smell so bad?
Hmm…
Uh…
Well, that…
That must be the work I took home.
Can't you make it smell better?
Mm-hm. I promise I'll fix it later, sweetie.
Promise.
- For now, we'll roll the windows down. - Okay.
MISSED CALLS LAW FIRM, UNKNOWN,
LAW FIRM
Mr. Diemel, it's Bregenz, from work.
I'm getting swamped with calls about your client.
Lawyer man, it's Toni. Call me back ASAP.
Hey there, Björn. It's Nicole.
I know we couldn't speak freely last time,
but I still have a few questions.
UNKNOWN
This is Ms. Thewes from the Daily News.
I'd like to ask you a few questions about Dragan Sergowicz.
Are you stupid or what? Call me back or you'll be sorry!
Mm-mm. Certainly not with that tone.
Hey!
Well? Hello!
And, ready, set, and up!
Wow, were you this heavy before? Did you get taller?
Yes, I'm all grown up now!
- How was it? - Good.
- Oh? All good? Yeah. Was it fun? - Yeah?
It was so fun. We swam lots, and saw these fish. And a raven said hi to me.
- Was the raven fun? - Yeah.
- Did you miss your mama? - Nope.
- You liked hanging out with Papa? - Yeah.
- You wanna do that more? - Yeah.
- Mmm, really? - Mm-hm.
- Is it playtime? - Yeah, and you can play too.
Down you go.
Whoo!
Thank you.
Feel like some coffee?
Um… Yeah, why not?
I'd never given much thought to corpse disposal.
It was a new situation for me.
The only guy I knew who'd done it was Dragan.
But he wasn't exactly in a position to advise me.
Holy shit. Toni.
Björn!
Toni.
- Forget how to answer your phone? - No.
A lot on my plate. Some things fell through the cracks, you know how it goes.
Quiet, Tyson!
That's no excuse.
We're all up to our necks in shit. That's why we need Dragan.
So, where is he?
I'm sorry, Toni, I promised to keep his location private.
Okay.
Everything went as planned then?
Yep. I took him somewhere safe.
- And he didn't send any messages? - Nothing to report.
Just keep on keepin' on.
That sounds oddly laid-back, given that we're in a turf war.
Hey, don't worry. Dragan's all over it.
We're fine. Toni, can you do something about your dog?
Tell him Boris is furious and we can't just sit around. We have to strike soon.
I can't give him that kind of ultimatum, now, can I?
The best I can do is pass along that it's urgent.
- You know him. - Tell him shit's about to hit the fan.
Damn, where's that smell coming from?
It's rancid meat. I left it in here. It was supposed to be barbecue.
But I screwed up.
You boys want some?
We don't want that shit.
Find a dumpster, idiot!
Where do you think I'm driving off to?
How was your weekend trip?
With your daughter, Emily?
- Good. Nice and serene. - Yeah?
Mm-hm.
Good.
Fuck.
Toni was right. I had to get rid of the meat.
God, that's so gross.
It's not like he smelled great when he was alive,
but this was something else.
Still, I had to dispose of the body, and I had to be thorough.
I'd never been so nauseous. But I didn't really have a choice.
I had to get this murder in the rearview mirror, and fast.
The next step was to somehow heave that fat bastard outta my trunk.
Hm.
Even the longest road begins with a small step.
But if you focus and take each step mindfully,
it won't be so overwhelming.
Just take one step and then another.
Forget about the destination.
Be where you are, and focus on how each step is unique.
Mm-hm.
Now, we're going to take a deep breath in…
And now, let it out.
Inhale…
…and exhale.
Breath is a powerful tool within mindfulness.
When we focus on our breath,
we can calm those negative emotions.
Let it free you.
Observe your intention before you act and visualize your goal.
And then, you do what you have to do.
Stay calm, concentrate, and go.
Oh, shit.
The thumb.
Dragan's thumb was my golden ticket. With it, I could keep him alive.
He used it to sign off on company memos.
Like a rubber stamp, but a smidge bloodier.
INDEPENDENT - RELAX - ACTION
His ring finger wasn't useful.
But I didn't want to leave any potential clues at the scene of the crime.
See, I'm a textbook neat freak.
I'd have scrubbed that crime scene
even if there wasn't the threat of legal consequences.
I just hate mess.
Surveillance footage. From the boat.
We aren't shooting more?
Well, Diemel went home, so there's not much there to film. The place is dead now.
Let me see the card.
All right. See ya.
Good night.
BABYSITTER NEW MESSAGE:
WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?! BENNI MISSES YOU AND I HAVE TO GO!!!
I'll find you, Dragan Sergowicz.
I was officially a murderer.
I'd let a man die.
I figured I should check in with my conscience about the whole thing.
Did I have any qualms?
Nope. My conscience wasn't raising any alarm bells.
I felt at peace with my decisions.
By leaving that trunk shut, I'd done the right thing for Emily and for me.
Morally speaking, I was in the clear. That was undeniable.
I'd successfully defended my quality time,
and I'd kept my promise to Katharina.
I protected Emily from Dragan and his goons.
And thanks to my hard work, nobody'd be seeing Dragan any time soon.
His days of stepping on my quality time were ancient history.
Shit!