01x05 - Versunken

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Look, I'm not interested
in your games.

Don't you want to tell
me who you are first?

Archman. Have you
read the storybook?

Is the storybook yours?

Delivered yes, written no.

Read the booklet from
the first to the last letter.

Because I can
hardly guarantee you

that awakening to the
Upper Bavaria region

remains limited.

The tenants could
also give good things,

gives wealth, knowledge

or life.

Others she imprisons in dreams.

Before that, I had a patient, a colleague
of Ms. Leitner, who did exactly that

had a nightmare about
what happened to Gotthold.

From this you conclude
that a couple is bypassing?

The Bielmeier is dead.

She raised the alarm and basically
placed herself under suspicion of m*rder.

If you have reason to believe that
this Ms. Esschweyer is a couple, then

For the sake of all demons,
keep a proper distance.

I advertised!

Lookout on your heels!

Head back!

Don't look down!

Now I've looked
down because of you!

Sorry!

Stefan, what are you doing?

Well finally!

Erdmann!

Here, squeeze firmly
with one, hit with the other.

Strike?

I can not...

When the three think they are going to
crash, spirit bodies shut down before impact.

The result is the same
whether dream or not.

So, let's go now!

Schwab, with every further attempt
the power of the waking crystal dwindles.

And I have just
this one last one.

So if you want to
get the three back,

Then pull yourself together and
finally do what cannot be avoided!

I'm sorry, Stefan.

I thought...

Was?

Why don't you do that?

That's exactly why.

There are still two missing.

Who is he then?

Later. First we have to
get them both out of there.

Okay, I'll do it. So slap
in the face and then?

Squeeze that together.

Okay.

What's going on here?

Ms. Esschweyer, we...

We had brought them up
from downstairs just on time.

As as...

If?

If...

When I took over the suspect.

The two had just left the room
when she overpowered me and fled.

I take full responsibility.

You see me deeply ashamed and emotionally
unable to continue practicing this profession,

which is why I hereby
quit the service.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Detective Director, have the honor.

What is there again?
Where is the woman?

She's fleeting, for God's sake.

Volatile?

Don't stare at me like
a deer in high beams.

Falconer, do something.

Naturally. Ms. Leitner, you go there
and look around at Ms. Eschweyer.

Mr. Oberreuther, we are
issuing a major ordinance.

I want to see all the available and
unavailable people on the street.

Are we clear?

Loud and clear.

Put that away.

Madam Interior
Minister, how nice.

Uh, yes, we have
everything under...

No.

I have to go.

Uh, I'm coming with you.

Actually, I'm not allowed
to take you with me, right?

Does not matter.

How did you get in here?

It is of the utmost importance that
you both listen carefully to me now.

Ms. Leitner, you especially, because then you
can explain it to Mr. Schwab if necessary.

O-H.

O-H?

Location, origin, artifact. These three things
are crucial for the awakening of the old stories.

Individually, a petitesse, where the O
meets H and A, the effect is dramatic.

Wait, wait. Which place, from what,
who comes from, what is this about?

They mean the places where a
legend or fairy tale takes place.

Like the Thomas Chapel
or the Kraxelmann moor.

And whether anyone is
related to the protagonist.

Like the Gotthold, who
descends from the blacksmith.

And whether an object that was the
subject of the old thing is involved in it,

like the unholy hawk of bloody Thomas,
what else in the devil could I mean?

Okay, okay.

Um, sir...

Erdmann.

Mr. Erdmann, we
would now have to...

Would you like to take a ride?

I wanted to very much, but it
was strictly forbidden to me.

I've gotten so deeply involved in the affairs of mortals
today and I've already had to pay bitterly for it.

The couple is tricky and
clever at the same time.

The what?

If water collects where it
doesn't belong, run away.

And how do we stop the couple?

I hope for both of you and any other potential
victims that a path is revealed to you.

I don't know of any.

Wait a minute.

And now?

Now you tell me
everything about this guy.

And his couples.

Jesus Christ.

Is this...

Karsten.

I'll call Stusi and co.

Does it still have a moment?

Then we could take a
look around in peace.

Then I'll leave
before they all arrive.

you're right. Secondary attributes of the couple
are iron and straw and are associated with women

Holle from the Grimm fairy tales
also punishes the couple people

Madness or death. Stefan!
Everywhere in the wealth the fountain.

Get out!

Franz, I need you.

Hello Anna, we are here now. Please
come as soon as possible, okay?

I lock the front for safety. Anna,
please knock and I'll open the door.

And if we don't hear you,
give us a quick call. Ciao.

Ms. Ischweier, it would be of great benefit
if you told us more than we currently know.

After I spoke to Anna on the phone,
I wanted to put the pasta water on.

I had an appointment with my boyfriend, he wanted
to talk and he was still standing in the hallway.

He immediately told me that he had
been having an affair for over a year.

With a collegue.

After that I don't know
anything anymore.

When did you wake up again?

In the police station.

And you have no idea
how you got to the station?

I was just there.

In Uniform.

Exactly on time for the
start of the morning shift.

Hey Good morning. What
are you doing here so early?

When I came to, he
was already dead.

Nobody else was there.
It was like in my dreams.

I k*lled him. I know
that very well. I feel it.

He was guilty.

In what way?

He threatened the family and the
school district director. It was him.

How do you know that?

Because I know. He has sinned.

The next time you woke
up, we were with you, right?

Anna had you in her arms
and we wanted to help you.

And and.

It's all ok. Go ahead.

What's wrong with Karsten? Why
wasn't I allowed in the kitchen before?

Free swords, now
is not a good time.

Please.

Liar.

I read you.

I know the truth.

You should live, but as dead.

In the mists of
eternal loneliness.

In her fingers he is dead.

She is alive, but as if dead. In
the mists of eternal loneliness.

Who are you, Schwab? What are you? Not a
knight? No, not a prince either? Not a hunter?

Would you like to tell me
what you mean by that?

I've already ventured far too far
into this matter. Recommend me.

Stop! No way.

You owe us an
answer, Mr. Erdmann.

There's no way I'm
going to be comfortable.

May the soul of her brave friend, despite all
circumstances, find the peace she deserves.

Amen.

Is there anything we can do?

You could give me a
scherlatte accompaniment.

I meant for Nikola.

Oh, as long as the tenant
lives in her, I don't know how.

Can you ask someone for advice?

Not as long as I make myself even more
unpopular with the eternal six as Hanon Grater.

But the eternal six have no problem with fairytale
characters cutting bloody paths through the country.

How should I say? No.

Seriously now?

In the 27th year of the Thirty Years'
w*r, the then eternal Seven decided to

that people can no longer be helped and that
they should please slaughter each other,

as they please. But you see it
differently. I am firmly convinced,

that all life is worth protecting,
whether magical or mortal. And if I

maybe my chai latte...
your conviction in all honor,

But none of this
is proof of anything.

But...

Sorry, Stefan.

You said yourself that things
have to make sense to you again,

because otherwise
you'll go crazy.

Ms. Leitner, what
do you want from me?

That they become more
concrete, Mr. Erdmann.

More concrete than the perch
of the hallucination you were in?

Definitely more concrete
than anything you can do with...

...hypnosis or an
injection can trigger.

Respect our Sofie Skepsis.

It's not for
nothing, it's unborn.

I understand.

Would you then rate this current
moment of mine as a completely real one?

Yes I think so.

Why?

Therefore.

Just let go.

I would need it.

Because this is my
actual appearance.

I don't know how to ask without
sounding disrespectful, but...

You want to ask if I'm a dwarf?

Fortunately, we know that this is undoubtedly
an insult to people with short stature.

I, on the other hand,
am very proud of it.

However, the term would be even
more precise and historically correct...

...Schwarzalp.

Black animal, Almvorer.

The mountain pastures
underground from Nordic mythology.

I have so many questions.

Me too.

Above all, what awaits us next?

The Frog Prince?

I just want to finish this.

I cannot predict what
story will soon arise.

Injury.

There are countless lesser
artifacts around the world,

which in combination with the right
place and a person of appropriate origin

can cause great damage.

Yes, and without the clerk?

...are they just...

...Things.

Could I now point out the hot drink
again? I'm happy to pay for it too.

Uh, of course.

And a piece of
applesauce if possible.

Mr. Erdmann, again
about the minor artifacts.

And.

What if a place and an origin
met a more powerful artifact?

That is completely impossible.

Oh right.

All independently powerful artifacts were
collected long ago in underground archives.

There is exactly one
on every continent.

And they are guarded
around the clock.

And how safe are they there?

Very, very, very safe.

Do you have any
evidence of this?

For your peace of mind, I will
now call my old friend Antigone.

She has been the chief guardian of
the archives in Europe for over 500 years.

She never sleeps and
therefore always goes straight.

Was?

We have to go to Vienna.
And I need all of your support.

At least we were
spared the tunnel worm.

Based on your description,
I'm really happy about it.

Thanks to you, I've used up all
my favors with the Worm Queen.

I am devastated.

Are you afraid that the big bad wolf
from Little Red Riding Hood will follow us?

No. He's under lock and key.

Everything is an illusion

Reality is what you feel

Your life is nothing
but confusion

And maybe even real

You may think this
is the life you know

That is your friend,
over there is your foe

You think what you see is what you
get. But you ain't seen nothing yet.

Everything is an illusion.
Reality is what you feel.

Your life is nothing but confusion.
And maybe you're not even real.

Hey Erdmann, apart from the fact that
it all sounds completely crazy and I don't

If I can't believe what I'm about to say out
loud, it could be that someone did it on purpose

ensures that location, origin
and artifacts come together?

You mean that Basecamp guy?

And that it benefits him because the
murders create some kind of energy?

Which he can then collect
with the aura sucker, or what?

Through the ornaments.

He collects energy
through the ornaments.

Yes why not?

Because no energy is released through
killings, so you can't collect it either.

And I'm already ashamed
for even saying that.

Injury.

When they are all
so wonderfully right.

Was?

At least your assumption agrees with my only and
therefore best attempt to explain the past events.

Then finally tell us who the guy is. I always bite into
the crack of spiral stairs and the grass is a bite.

I haven't the slightest
hint of his foreboding.

Injury.

How could this guy
gather this energy?

There is only one way
to absorb magical energy.

And this is reserved for
the so-called deathless.

The deathless one? I've
never heard of them either.

Yes, that would mean something.

Enough speculation. The here and
now demands your undivided attention.

Mr. Schwab, please knock.

Beat? Why me?

Because I have reason to believe
that all of this is your story. So please.

Moment. Does that
mean I'm part of his story?

His. That's beneath
your dignity, Ms. Ludwig.

Mr. Schwab, please.

God couldn't do that better.

Mr. Hartl, Ms. Leitner, Ms.
Ludwig, your task awaits you.

Now I'm curious.

Me too.

Kruft with Smart Home. Charming.

What exactly would be
our task now, Mr. Hunden?

The three will wait here.

Wait?

That was it?

What? Are you not serious?

Feel free to pray to your God
on high that it stays that way.

When Mr. Schwab and I return...

Uh, is this up for debate?

Just do what you have to do.

Why don't you just
tell us what we...

No, it's no longer a story, but a play
in which you just follow the instructions.

They are mortal. You have
to do what you have to do.

Then just tell us what we...

No, no, no, you shouldn't do what I tell you,
but what you think should be done at that moment.

Yes, and what if it's
exactly the wrong thing?

Then it is still right for you.

Even if it leads us all to ruin.

Well, that sounds
very familiar again.

So a watchtower
like this helped for me.

If it helps, I'm
happy to wait here.

Yes, you're coming with me.

Why?

Because your story leads
down here, Mr. Schwab.

This is not footwork.

No what?

These aren't
your typical taunts.

Neither Old Norse
nor anything else.

No n*zi stuff either,
it's too old for that.

What are these signs?

They're Runier Dwarves, right?

Dwarf?

Dwarven runes?

I see you are well versed in
the ancient myths of the north.

Yes, and all other
directions too.

What interests me more is which
characters you are talking about.

From the writings here
on the beams that...

Don't you see them?

I don't say this often because it
only happens once every 101 years.

But I probably need
to correct myself.

Ms. Ludwig would be very
happy to accompany us.

And now let's...

And why not us?

Mr. Hartl, please step
through this portal.

The the...

Then I guess we'll
be okay in here, huh?

Yes, we probably will.

Now if you would accompany me.

See you soon, Maßler.

See you soon?

And.

Does anyone want to know how
much I really don't want any of this?

And we have to come down here now because a friend
of yours didn't answer the phone right away?

Correct.

And what if she
was in the toilet?

Since the guards down there
do not consume food or liquid,

Installing such a device
would be surprisingly pointless.

And what about visitors?

They don't exist here.

And anyone who comes in here unannounced
will never have to go to the toilet again.

Believe me.

I'm just wondering why you don't
just put everything back on track?

Because since my honorable demotion by the eternal six, I can
only work with A*DS such as props or taumaturic spell magic.

And even that only
to a very limited extent.

And all because
you wanted to help?

Mr. Schwab is hardly the only
one who has a cross over him.

However, I still don't understand
what I have to do with all this madness.

All right, why not now?

Because you're
obviously a Hans, Schwab.

A Hans?

And what a?

Why do you have to pull
everything out of your mouth?

Why am I a Hans now?

I have to admit, I wasn't
sure for a long time.

And all the other archetypes
are much easier to identify.

Which others?

Well the knight, the
princess, the hunter.

But you don't recognize a Hans as
easily as the Hans of the old stories

are diverse, almost ambivalent
and they come in so many shades.

What shade am I?

You, Mr. Schwab, are the brilliant
combination of all shades, you embody that

the most colorful spectrum
of mischief imaginable.

Congratulations, Hans.

Thank you, I'm glad
it came from you.

Gladly.

But why am I a Hans?

I don't know why, but the
fact that you are one is...

At!

Apparently.

This is truly wonderful proof of what
a splendid Hans you are, Schwabler.

Oh yes?

Maybe the hanpiest
Hans of all time.

I don't understand.

But I?

Yes, of course!

Stefan, you are a Hans.

And what a.

Oh, how nice that
you agree again.

Stefan, it's about Hans
from the fairy tales.

The lucky Hans, the clever Hans.

Hans with the goose.

Yes, yes, Hans with the goose.

In fairy tales, Hans is always the one
who stumbles from one mishap to the next.

Well, thank you very much.

At!

The unlucky person personified.

The poor guy who
always gets screwed.

But at the end...

In the end everything
turns out well for Hans.

Is that so, yes?

Oh and.

Because they become
rich and famous.

They find gold
nuggets, golden eggs.

Or stumble upon magical items.

Because they also become kings.

And get the princess.

Sometimes.

But hopefully that doesn't mean

that's why I'm involved in
all this fairytale madness,

because I...

Well, because that's my...

My story is great.

For me, that's Hans in
the shittiest fairy tales ever.

That's so cool.
Man, I'm so happy.

Stefan.

Then what are you? The Gretel?

Then I would be your sister.

For heaven's sake.

But no.

Repeat after me.

Josef Eti Askena.

Lucif, Eti, Ath, Skeena.

I've always known I was a fairy.

Not quite.

I have a guess.

Yes, whether it's a white or black
witch, I don't want to say anything yet.

It looks like I'm letting the
opportunity for an obvious gag pass by.

You are such a...

His?

But my original skepticism about their presence has
vanished here with the proverbial light of events.

Well then.

Papa!

What is that?

This was once our largest city
under the mountains you remember.

And where have they all gone?

This story will be told another
time when we have time.

Much time.

That's blood!

Is it okay?

No, no, Kuldenstern,
Rashid, Antigone, why?

Whoever is responsible for
k*lling him, her, or whatever entity,

will meet the vengeance of the
Dwerga and in centuries of agony

painfully slowly only
bring you closer to death.

Mr. Erdmann, I swear
your revenge with all honor

and I don't want to
seem disrespectful, but...

What do you want?

I'm just saying, maybe your magic cross should
take care of the things that happen here.

That's exactly what I've been
concerned about for several weeks.

And?

So far I haven't even gotten the
chance to audition for the Eternals.

But your Eternals can't just
ignore this terrible m*ssacre here.

Maybe the two of you would like to take a quick look
at what you are willing to ignore without any problem.

If only it doesn't endanger your standard of living, your luxury
goods, running water, tropical fruits and air conditioning.

and what are we doing now?

This door there leads
to the actual archive call.

If you are a believer, pray
that nothing is missing.

That's not good, is it?

With all loyal demons.

Erdmann, what
was in there? What?

Stefan!

That's not him.