[quiet rock music playing]
POLICE
[rock music swelling]
[officer 1] Fuck.
- [man screams] - [hard thud]
[officer 2] Police! We're coming in!
Let's go!
MURDER MINDFULLY
- [rock music stops] - [tape rewinding sound]
[voices play rapidly in reverse]
[rewind sound stops]
[children chattering]
[children laughing]
There's my girl. Hey.
Hello, Papa. I'm playing.
I want it to look like our trip. This is the big lake.
The lake?
[Emily] Mm-hm.
[ethereal music playing]
[Björn] I was touched to see that our lake house weekend
made its way into her playtime.
[breathing deeply]
[Emily giggling]
[chainsaw roaring]
I was a tad jealous that she got to live in blissful ignorance
of the bloodier, smellier, chainsaw-ier elements of that weekend.
Hey, is Mommy here?
She put me in charge.
[chuckling] Okay.
[upbeat music playing]
She did?
Really?
Haha, I got you!
- [chuckling] - [upbeat music stops]
[Katharina] We still haven't heard back from 25 kindergartens.
And five flat out rejected us.
Hmm. But there's still time to sign her up.
We only have three days.
And the last kindergarten that I had hope for passed on us too.
"Dear Mrs. Diemel,
unfortunately, we will not be accepting your daughter, Emily."
"We came to this decision due to the fact that your husband once threatened us
when his client wanted…" Uh.
"…to make our school one of his brothels."
[Katharina] Mm-hm.
Yeah, okay.
- Katharina, I can explain-- - Björn, listen.
The things you do for Dragan are between you and him.
I don't care about Dragan.
Think of Emily.
I had no idea we'd have this much trouble finding a school for her.
I need you to fix this mess for me.
You owe it to our daughter to work your magic on them.
[contemplative music playing]
Make them see things from your point of view.
That's what your good at.
Convincing people.
[Björn] Hm.
Yeah.
You can consider this an ultimatum.
Emmy gets a spot by next week or we go live with my mom.
There are plenty of good kindergartens where she is.
[cell phone ringing]
- I mean it. - [contemplative music stops]
You have three days.
- [alert on cell phone] - Make this thing right,
or I'm leaving.
[upbeat music playing]
[Björn sighs]
I only just recalibrated my work-life balance, via a murder.
Now a damn kindergarten is screwing the whole thing up.
[sighs]
[upbeat music continues]
[cell phone ringing]
LIKE A FISH IN WATER DAY CARE CENTER
[Franjo] Your friend Franjo, Untired's founder.
I have something special to share with you all.
- It's our new sandal! Whoosh! [chuckling] - [upbeat music stops]
Ah. Aren't they awesome?
And the best part, if you use the code "FRANJO FOR YOU",
- you'll get 20% off-- - Hey there. Do you have time to talk?
No.
You're not welcome here.
Um, listen, my name is--
Yeah, I know who you are. And you know what?
I'd rather eat factory-farmed meat than let you and your pals
turn this place into a brothel.
Sorry, but…
[contemplative music playing]
[sighs]
[doorbell rings repeatedly]
What?
Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
I want to see your kindergarten grow and blossom.
In fact, I want my kid to come to school here.
[snickering]
Forget it, suit.
You can't buy me off like your hookers!
I'm not here for me. I'm here for my daughter, Emily.
Hmm. Not if she takes after her pops.
Apples don't fall far from trees, and so on.
Toodles.
[door slams]
[upbeat music playing]
[Björn] A quick sleuth revealed that the school's directors did more
than just educate young minds.
These losers also transformed old tires into sustainable streetwear.
A few more clicks, and I'd pieced together a pretty clear picture
of how these entrepreneurs got the job done.
Apparently, their sweat shops wasted three times as many resources as they…
[clears throat] …"up cycled."
And their work with kids didn't stop at the school.
You can't get those low prices without child labor.
I decided it was high time Dragan sent his crew some instructions.
[writing]
STAR LAWYER
[upbeat music continues]
[children chattering]
[Björn] The upside of meeting at a playground
was the level of privacy provided by the incessant screams,
squeals, and giggles.
You could plan a murder there and no one would be the wiser.
But there was a downside.
Two grown men without kids stick out here
like a couple of a drag queens in a mosque.
[upbeat music stops]
- [child] Ready or not, here I come! - [Björn] Nice spot.
I love watching children play.
I find it quite peaceful.
Yeah. If only they were quieter, right?
- [Björn chuckles] - Silence can be louder than noise.
So, lawyer, why'd you wanna meet?
I assume you've already heard that Murat was gunned down?
I was supposed to meet with him that evening.
Something tells me I'd be dead if I'd showed up there on time.
Do you think it was Boris?
Then who?
Sascha?
- Okay, listen. - [intriguing music playing]
For the past few weeks, Toni's been fucking up.
His numbers have been way off, but he's saying it's on Boris.
Dragan told me he thinks Toni's skimming our product and selling it on the side.
That's why Dragan and I went to that lot,
to try to catch those two dealers who we'd got tipped off about.
But when we got there…
they were waiting for us, they knew we were coming.
The guy had a hand grenade.
- Who tipped you off about the parking lot? - Murat.
And who would benefit most if Dragan and I both blew up?
Toni.
[Björn breathing deeply]
But then why did someone shoot Murat?
- I'm not sure. - [intriguing music stops]
Maybe he had too much to say.
That would mean Toni must've somehow known what Murat said to me on the phone.
Yeah, I wouldn't be shocked if you were bugged.
I mean, Toni brags all the time about having a cop on his payroll.
Or some shit. [sniffs]
[exhales deeply]
Hey.
Should I hit up Walter for you, to get you a bodyguard?
Mm. Nah. We can wait on that.
First I'd better talk to Dragan.
For sure.
Um…
Speaking of…
Dragan has a special assignment for you.
Here. For you.
- For me? - Mm-hm.
[intriguing music playing]
"Brothel… plan… switch to… a takeover…
Parent initiatives."
"Instead of the brothel, go for…
DAY CARE
…day care."
[Björn] Mm-hm.
"More details from…
star lawyer."
Ah, just "lawyer".
What's with this shit?
[music becomes tense]
What's up with Dragan? Did I slam his head when he got into your trunk?
- [intriguing music continues] - [both chuckling]
[mumbles]
[Sascha] For real though, what the fuck?
What about Boris and our day-to-day business?
Shouldn't he be giving us orders about all that?
He will, he will, but you know how he is.
Dragan will always do his own thing.
He likes to take action, and we can't just ignore his commands
just because there's other shit to do, and, um…
Yeah.
Plus, it's not a bad plan.
It can take years to get approved for a permit for a brothel.
We might as well bide our time maintaining the kindergarten till the permits come.
[intriguing music stops]
Right.
If Dragan thinks we should, then we'll annex the kindergarten.
I'll arrange a meeting there tonight, nail things down.
I hope that's just a metaphor. [chuckles]
Time will tell.
I am curious though. I imagine Natascha is going to be all in for this new idea.
Even though she wanted to work in the new brothel.
Finding a day care has been a pain since she works days.
Now she can send the kids to this new school.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Who's looking after them now?
[chuckles faintly]
Alex! Lara!
[child] I'm coming!
I'll be in touch, lawyer.
[intriguing music playing]
- You two hungry? - [Alex] Yeah.
- Are you really hungry? Yeah? - [Alex & Lara] Yeah!
[child, giggling] Yeah!
[Sascha] I'm starving.
[exhaling deeply]
[Björn] Apart from me, I could only think of two people
who'd have wanted to kill Dragan in that parking lot.
Boris and Toni.
Neither option was promising.
I needed face time with Boris and to test Toni's loyalty.
[computer voice] How can I help you?
Send a message to Toni.
What would you like to say?
Hi Toni. Björn here.
I've got some news from Dragan.
He is at Schillerstrasse 41, on the second floor. With Ms. Bregenz.
Ring three times. And be sure to keep this close to the chest, okay?
Be well, Björn.
[computer voice] Would you like me to send this?
Yep.
Message delivered
- [intriguing music continues] - [distant siren blaring]
[music stops]
- [distant explosion] - [bottles rattling]
And here is the statement signed by Mr. Sergowicz.
[man] Mm-hm.
Well… mm…
You go.
Yeah. Well, Diemel.
Thank you for your time and for the--
- Excellent work. - For the excellent work
you've done for us over the years.
[faint, tense music playing]
Thank you.
[gentle rock music playing]
- [faint moaning] - What happened to her?
[music fades]
Ms. Bregenz collapsed to the floor.
[man] Call someone.
- [Doro shudders] - [woman] Drink this.
- Doro, If you want to pass the bar exam… - [intriguing music playing]
…you'll need to be able to present evidence
without breaking down and sobbing,
now, won't you?
[shudders faintly]
[man chattering]
Anyone can see that Ms. Bregenz is on the floor here.
- [shuddering] - I need more info.
- [Doro] She got a call from the police. - Ah.
- What about? - An ambulance is coming, Ms. Bregenz.
Because someone threw a grenade into her apartment.
[intriguing music stops]
[exhales]
[shudders faintly]
Well, then, I think you'll pass that exam.
[gentle rock music playing]
- [cell phone ringing] - [music fades]
[cell phone ringing and vibrating]
- Hello? - [Toni] Guess who it is?
Hey there, Toni, what's new?
- I wanted to talk. - [elevator bell dings]
Okay. We can talk.
[people chattering]
SHAMELESSNESS
Björn!
First, you don't take my calls.
Then you send me a goddamn text with location on,
just begging to be hacked into?
[tense music playing]
Tell me, has the pressure been messing with you?
Pressure?
You're seeming tense. I think that you need to take a deep breath.
How about I squeeze your lungs until you have no breathe?
[breathing deeply]
[meditative music playing]
[Joschka] Some people express themselves very brashly,
- while others adopt a more tactful tone. - Hmm.
These more reserved people have trouble with brashness and feel put off by it.
When you feel someone is being brash and impertinent,
you may want to defer to their anger.
But you'll get a better response by standing your ground.
Speak clearly and firmly.
Maybe that will look like, "I hear your request,
but it won't be possible for me to make that happen."
Hmm.
I hear what you're saying, but before we dive into that,
could you please explain to me
why there was an explosion in that Bregenz woman's apartment right after I texted?
It's not a fucking mystery.
Everyone knows Boris owns a fucking cop.
And he must've intercepted your idiotic text.
It's time we struck back at him.
[scoffs] That's not up to you, Toni.
I see.
Lawyer thinks he's above it all 'cause he's a big shot,
while I'm deep in the trenches.
Listen up.
If you don't put me in contact with Dragan tonight,
you'll be face down in the lake along with your daughter
with ten pound weights in your pockets, understand?
- [breathing deeply] - [cell phone rings]
- Shithead, what now? - [dramatic music playing]
He shouldn't have said that.
In the last few days, others have died for less.
I don't have time for this shit.
Let me get this straight.
You want me to tell Dragan that you don't give a shit about his orders
to keep your goddamn head down and wait for him to make the call.
You want him to drop what he's doing and talk to you immediately.
And you believe tender-hearted Uncle Dragan, who famously loves kids,
would sit by while you killed my child?
That about does it, right? Yep.
Ah. If you want to tell your boss what to do,
then may I suggest that you just chop off your dick now, put it in a bun,
and season it to your liking yourself.
'Cause otherwise, Dragan will get to pick when he serves it up.
Do you understand?
[dramatic music stops]
[exhales quickly]
- I'm gonna need Dragan-- - Repeat that.
- I'm gonna need Dragan to-- - Mm-mm.
You don't "need". You "would like".
- I would like… - Mm-hm.
…for Dragan to please send me orders.
Good job. And for now, you should just be patient and wait for his commands.
If you can't manage that, you can use a grenade as a suppository.
Björn!
[Björn sighs]
If Dragan's alive and you're in touch with him, then forgive me.
But if you're making this up,
and he's dead or in the wind…
you're as good as dead.
Your daughter, too.
[dramatic music continues]
[Björn] Somehow, ever since I embraced mindfulness,
my life was getting threatened with alarming frequency.
[car engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music stops]
- Hey. - [Nicole] Hey.
You good?
Yeah. So, what do you think went down?
Well, as you know, we weren't the first ones here.
All I got from the SWAT guys was that they saw a hand grenade roll in from outside.
- A hand grenade? - [Nicole] Uh-huh.
[Möller sighs]
Hm. Did they spot who threw it?
No.
[cell phone ringing]
FORENSICS
Yeah?
Egmann.
Why, d'ya find something?
- Yes? - Sorry.
Yeah?
What?
Sure, send it to my desk. We're wrapping up at the Bregenz place.
What's up?
Come on.
This could open up the whole case.
- [intriguing music playing] - [chuckles]
Hey, I tried calling you.
- My cell might be compromised. - [music stops]
I sent Toni a test message pretending Dragan was at my colleague's.
Not too long after, a grenade was thrown through her window.
Yeah. That's how I looked.
So, what…
Who did it? Toni or, uh, Boris?
Whoever dreamed up a stunt like that is impulsive, plus a bit of an idiot.
Boris is neither of those things.
- Toni fits the profile. - Mm-hm.
I'll run it by Dragan tomorrow.
- Are we all set for this meeting? - Yeah, I'd say so.
Then let's go.
Lawyer?
I've got something to ask you. Or, uh,
something that you could ask Dragan.
So, I was thinking…
Now that we're, you know, planting our flag in this school here…
Mm-hm.
…I'd be down to try heading up the new company.
I think I'd make a good principal.
Yeah, why not? Of course.
Actually, it's funny, 'cause that's what Dragan had in mind too.
- Yeah? - Mm.
- Yep. - [contemplative music playing]
This'll be good.
I'm glad it all worked out.
[doorbell rings]
DAY CARE
[contemplative music continues]
- [Nicole] Yeah. - [music stops]
- Think it's the same ring? - I'd bet you anything.
[Möller] Mm.
Um, test the DNA to confirm.
I would be shocked if we find out it's not Dragan's finger.
But how did it wind up at a damn restaurant?
See these marks here? Apparently, they're from a beak.
My guess is a bird just… found it.
Birds do that.
I don't think we're just looking for Dragan, but also his murderer.
- [clicks teeth] Yeah. - [intriguing music playing]
[music stops]
[man] How can we assist?
FAIR X ECOLOGICAL 100 % HANDMADE
We wanted this sit-down to clear up misunderstandings.
You know me, of course,
but I'd like you all to meet the gentleman to my left here.
This is Sascha Ivanov, the new official head of Like a Fish in Water.
[contemplative music playing]
[all laughing]
- Look guys, he's our boss. - I mean, really.
[Franjo] God, look at him!
[laughter continues]
Sure, okay.
Starting when?
Right now.
- In about like, mmm… 20 minutes? - [intriguing music playing]
Hey, I'm sorry, but we don't have time for this kind of shit.
Hold up.
Here's what's going to happen.
We're prepared to buy all your shares in Like a Fish in Water Limited
at 150% their valuation.
The kindergarten will remain open.
It's in good hands.
All you'll have to worry about is how you'll spend your windfall.
Have any questions?
Or can we call in the notary now?
All right then. If you want a fight, no problem.
We can hold our own. Which you'll learn.
Our social media followers are fierce, these folks don't play.
- You'll… take on a shitstorm… - [intriguing music stops]
- …like none you've ever seen. [chuckles] - [man] Mm-hm.
I've weathered enough shitstorms that to me, they're just not much of a threat now.
- Oh? - Sorry about that.
I'd also like to say sorry for what's coming next. [clicks teeth]
You've got us quaking in our boots--
- [man gasps and groans painfully] - [dramatic music playing]
Good.
Since I apologized in advance for that little incident,
why don't we get this show on the road?
You broke my goddamn nose. I'll call the cops!
You can certainly call the police now.
But if I were you, I'd probably erase your hard drives.
Wouldn't want the cops to see all your Nazi propaganda.
- Huh? - What? Huh?
[Franjo] Wha-- Our hard drives are spotless, and highly protected.
With a tight firewall.
- Hm? - True. The firewall is tight.
It took some time, but I still managed to install a few fun things.
On that desktop over there, you'll find a folder.
"Sieg Heil Little Goosie."
Wanna go take a look?
Uh, what? You must be joking.
Oh, no. That folder's chock-full of shit.
- Sascha, some more water? - Thanks.
[water pouring]
SIEG HEIL LITTLE GOOSIE
[constant tone on computer]
- [Franjo] Um, guys? - [dramatic music stops]
- [computer bleeping] - Uh… Um…
Holy shit.
- Oh, jeez! - Please delete it.
[Franjo] Yeah, I'm trying!
- Hey, fellas, come back. We can fix this. - [man] What's going on?
Come on, let's all sit down.
[dramatic music playing]
You have a choice right now as to how this meeting's gonna end.
Sit down, please.
First option is, you call the police, you share your side of the story,
- and then, we share ours. - [computer bleeps]
How we caught you brainwashing kids with slews of Nazi propaganda.
And then we'll see whose version the media ends up liking best.
And what is, um, option two, then?
Actually, I haven't finished telling you the first one.
The press is sure to dig deep into your school's views on politics,
and then we'll direct them toward Taruk, and his story.
Wait, who's Taruk?
Your employee of the month?
No?
A seven-year-old kid in a sweatshop in Bangladesh.
He does great work assembling your upcycled shoes
for just about 11 cents a day.
I'm sure all your followers are bound to eat this up.
- You guys might even go viral. - [Björn] Mm-hm.
Your kindergarten might see a drop in enrollment, or, more likely, close down.
[man] You can't do this to us!
Can? Yeah.
Must we? No.
- There is always the second option. - [man shudders]
And is it better?
You transfer all your shares to the Sergowicz Kindergarten Company.
Kindergarten will go on as always. You'll keep half of your shares' valuation.
and continue to have kids turn tires into ugly footwear.
But you said we could… that we could have,
well, um, uh, 150% of our shares.
That was before the Nazi propaganda was found on your computer.
Right, right. We're gonna need time to talk this through.
You think you can come with your mafia tactics?
Well, you guys don't scare us!
- [hard thud] - So, do we have a deal?
[groaning]
- Yeah? - [man, weakly] Yeah.
[groaning faintly]
[snaps fingers]
[man groans]
[shuddering] Okay, well, then, um,
option two, yeah.
- We'll do that. - [Björn] Perfect.
That's that.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
[door opens and closes]
[contemplative music playing]
[door opens and closes]
Why'd you click on that folder?
[Björn] Whenever I wrap up a successful contract negotiation,
I always feel that rush marathoners get
- when they cross that finish line. - [cell phone ringing]
Exhausted, but in a good way.
Full of endorphins.
Hello, Katharina. So, I've got good news for you.
- [Sascha grunting] - [Katharina] Yeah?
I'm gonna call you back, 'kay?
[Björn gasping]
[man speaks Russian]
[car tires screech]
[person gasping]
- [car door opens] - [person grunts]
[car door shuts]
- [tire screeching] - [car drives away]
[soft rock music playing]
♪ Will I find some hat space? ♪
♪ And is that what I need? ♪
♪ When I'll share my pillow ♪
♪ Will I find it in-between? ♪
[choir singing]
[music fades]