01x02 - Meisterstück

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I just run Römerbeirisch.

Oh, you were so
good at your job.

Fix it now, Stefan, I need you.

For the parents of the children.

I am the supervising psychologist
and wanted to help you.

Why do you move from
Rosenheim to Miesbach?

Because the ex-wife wants to keep the
house and bothers the ex-husband Adrenant.

Stefan, what do you want here?

You're working
for the police again.

This is Franz, my friend, pastor
in the Protestant community.

Good day.

And.

Good day.

A child was kidnapped.

A teenager, yes.

And four more have disappeared.

Two different cameras
with different image sensors.

And still exactly
the same problem?

Let's assume that all the children were kidnapped
by a person who poses as a moral authority.

I tell the story of
the Kraxlmann.

What is he doing
with the children?

He eats her up.

Schwab, now leave
my office immediately!

Meanwhile he's eating
the children down there.

We have to get in there.

Hey, what kind
of priest are you?

He's preparing there.

It's over, you're safe.

Legends, fairy tales and myths
from the Bavarian hinterland.

It speckles.

Yes, it's in there.

So, get out of there.

The Christian hammered it into our heads that we
shouldn't tell anyone anything about the Kraxelmann

allowed to tell.

Oh, Thomas, that
guy almost k*lled me.

And he wanted to
eat the priest's arm off.

Can you at least tell me whether the Kraxler family
is now looking for me with pitchforks and torches?

We know almost as much
as we did a few days ago.

So basically nothing.

So to speak, yes. So nothing
you don't already know.

His apartment was deserted,
as was the flower shop.

The neighbors thought
he might be on vacation.

And he has no family.

At least that was it.

Okay.

The round goes to you.

What do you want to know?

I hereby leave you
with your question.

Was?

How come?

The favor you owe me right away

that's completely enough for me.

Oh, that doesn't
sound good at all.

For me, yes.

Say, by the way,

How long is this now?

this

Is this Ms. Leitner
already with you?

For three months, I think.

Has that, has that...

So she has, is
she with anyone...

You know I'm not allowed
to tell you something like that.

And no, as far as I know,
she is not in a relationship.

And actually I'm the one who has the freedom
to ask your question, right? And not you.

Yes, I just wanted to
have a little conversation.

Yes, of course.

So, one lane, one answer,
whole match. Invaded?

Yes, I know the rules,
but first you have to win.

You, I just wanted
to say it again.

Oh God, what are you up to?

So as I said, I have a lot on my mind at the
moment because of the follow-up to your Kraxlmann.

My Kraxlmann?

You, the cross is really sitting on my neck
because of the report to the Interior Minister.

And if I have to read the name
Stefan Schwabinger even once,

then I introduce vegetarian
Friday in the canteen.

Really now?

Minister Sock, he doesn't
shy away from anything.

In any case, I have a lot to do at the
moment and that's why I'm asking you here

For the following favor.

You haven't won yet.

You probably remember
my Uncle Alois.

Oh, f*ck.

So.

I'm happy to see you too, Alois.

You look good.

So you would have expected
better lies from the brain doctor.

What do you want anyway?

Your nephew, who always cares for
you, sent me to check on you again.

If he's so worried about me, why
doesn't he come there himself?

Because you threw beer
bottles at him, Uncle Alois.

Singular. It was a bottle, right?
And I didn't even meet him.

Thomas says you
went to the police again.

Yes and? Then why do
they always call Thomas?

Because they're a
little annoyed, maybe.

Care to tell me what's going on?

Something was stolen.

Okay.

Okay?

Yes, nothing is okay.

It's a disaster, is that.

And that is clear.

I was severely sober.

How long?

Schwab.

The Witch's Bible
has disappeared.

The Witches' Bible.

The Witches' Bible.

And.

And what are the police doing?

Nix.

She doesn't do anything.

Null Comma nix.

Well, at least they
called Thomas.

And he only sends you again.

Thanks.

Thank you.

So Lüftl painting is
not really my thing.

Why did that just click?

Dokling is 37 years and nine
days old and now she is gone.

Yes, okay.

Let's assume that you
didn't mess up the book.

How do you get in here?

I mean, someone breaks through your
front door with a Lauwa Hamburg sausage.

But you have to find
the space here first.

And then you need a key and the Morse
code for the lock, which makes a click.

And there are no windows at all.

That's it.

Yes, how did the thief get in
here and get out with the book?

I'm scared, Schwab.

Before the home breaker?

Before the book.

I'm afraid of the book.

Okay.

What can I do?

Live your life, Schwab.

Just live your life.

Horse coffee. Of all things.

You just want something again.

Yes, a coffee please.

Ah!

Hello.

Man, you're, uh, on time.

You shamers.

Make me very embarrassed.

Was?

That was a joke, Mr. Schwab.

Yes I know.

May I introduce you
to my ex-wife Susanne?

This is Susanne, Ms. Leitner
from the Rosenheim police.

Ms. Leitner from the
Rosenheim police, Susanne.

That's a coincidence.

Hello I'm Anna. I'm pleased.

Me too.

Tell me, is this such
a failed return coach?

just because I introduced you to
my new boyfriend the other day?

What? No. Anna, Ms. Leitner
suggested your café as a meeting point.

Yes, I can attest to that.

And I wanted to turn you down so
as not to damage my ex's business.

Come on, Stefan. You just assumed that I would
be here and then the bill would be on the house.

Nonsense.

But it's of no use to you anyway, because here at the Fair
Café everyone only pays as much as the visit was worth.

Has it ever happened that
someone asked for money at the end?

Let's think about it.
Have you ever been here?

Okay, you two are
a complete sitcom.

Funny, I thought that too when I saw you and
Carola for the first time. Do you remember?

Yes, but then I
quickly realized that I...

So, can we order something now or
can we get it from the bakery next door?

Okay, that wasn't bad.

I'd like a latte and some
Idun's apple cake, please.

And I don't know what I want because
I don't know how to hold the card.

Because you don't know Elvish. I
would also have a Rune and Dothraki.

Hmm, that's cool.

Yes, and totally pointless. I'll
have a cup of coffee and a...

You don't like raisins.

Right, then I'll take the...

...Gurgelhopf, I know. You can pick it
up from Sabine's counter in five minutes.

Anna?

Welcome.

Thanks.

Yes, and not me, or what?

Let's see.

Okay.

In any case, it was virtually
impossible for me not to like Franz.

Even if, to put it mildly, we
don't have much in common.

Or exactly because of that.

Hmm, who is the
psychologist here?

And then you had to go out with your ex and have
a fight with the Kraxelmann in a basement, right?

We men do it that way.

Naturally.

I would like to tell you something
and would like your opinion.

I hear. But that's a bit strange. I
expect nothing else from you. Is this

a compliment? Come on now. What would you
say if I told you that an obscure object

disappeared from a room that can't actually
be entered by anyone? Evidence chamber

Schrobenhausen? Schrobenhausen Evidence Chamber. I
thought of you straight away. Because of the same ones

Interference on the surveillance
cameras. Oh what. Exactly the same as the

Kraxlmann. Did the falconer tell you that?
No, not a word, I swear. Then respect for her

Information network. We have orders
from the top. No emails, phone calls, just

checked lines. How much have they
told you about it? Only the most necessary,

so I can check the videos. And then
I just see how the thing is lying there.

Then comes the disruption.
What? And then it's gone.

Then it's gone. Who would break into
the evidence room for something like that?

For something like that? No
idea. Is there something else?

Everything is still there. Valuables,
drugs, weapons. It's totally crazy.

But the first thing
is the door, isn't it?

I don't even know
what's wrong now.

Five cameras are installed
in the anteroom. Five.

The door is secured with a six-digit
code. The lock wasn't even touched.

How did the person get in there? And out again.
Exactly. If I hadn't seen it myself on the video.

Crazy. Especially since something
very similar happened recently in Agert.

At the police station?

No no. In the local museum.

Okay.

A book was stolen.
From a locked room.

For which there
is only a single key.

Well, that doesn't
sound good at first.

No window. A hidden door.

No traces of violence
or anything else.

Nothing.

Aha.

You haven't heard
about it by chance?

From a stolen book? Nope.

Would you still perhaps
ask around a bit?

Also whether other things in the
area disappear from locked rooms.

Yes, of course, I'll
keep my ears open.

Even though I find it all
very strange, Mr. Schwab.

Yes, me too.

And not in a pleasant way.

Is there a pleasant
kind of strange?

Yes, these two. Tada!

Ah, those. Excuse me.

Chris Oberreuther. Hello. What? Oh
God. No, I'm on late shift. I am also...

Thomas? I'm in the ferry café.
Oh no, can't you do someone else?

That's taking too long. Where
shall I go? All right, where?

Riedelgasse 5? All right, I'm
on my way. I'll take you with me.

Thanks. Hold the
onlookers for a bit

Please move on, there
is nothing to see here.

Yes in there, but not here.

Please move on.

Very good.

Thanks.

The forensics are still working.

And there is a witness, Stefan.

Mr. Shavuscholo.

He owns the shop next door.

Gut.

What about surveillance
cameras and smart home viewers?

Good afternoon,
Mr. Schavuscholo.

My name is Stefan Schwaben. I'm a psychologist
and I'm here for you if you want to talk

or need support with...

It was all so... gross.

Hoffmann! Hoffmann! Hoffmann!

Would you be able to
describe the perpetrator?

So, it was all covered in blood.

Yes, but when this guy came by with this big bag, I
thought to myself, why is he waiting so strangely?

It was all so weird.

Thank you, you helped us a lot.

And.

Shall we?

Get me a Frappuccino
and I won't post it on Insta.

Rosalie, delete.

Yes, of course.

Ms. Leitner, please tell
our people here on site,

that when piercing any
information to the press

there is a risk of
disciplinary proceedings.

Kind regards from the Director
of Criminal Investigations.

Understood.

Good man, the cross.

Cross was really pissed
when I brought him along.

As if I had asked for it.

And.

And.

Now again.

Yes, that is fine.

Gut.

Great that you
helped me out again.

Mr. Fadner, we need
you for a moment.

Yes, I'm coming.

And remember, we definitely
have to keep the lid on it.

Please don't tell anyone
what happened here.

And that you were there.

Yes, of course, it
goes without saying.

Thank you very much.

We're totally getting
it from you today.

Package for Stefan Schwab!

Stefan Schwab! Stefan Schwab! Is
anyone here called Stefan Schwab?

Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, that's loud. It's me.

Do you have ID with you?

And.

Sign once. Alright thanks.

Thanks.

Franz, everything I told you
is subject to confidentiality.

Obligation to maintain
confidentiality, I know that.

But do you know what that is?

It's hard to judge,
but I'd say it's a book.

Legends, fairy tales and myths
from the Bavarian hinterland.

Schee?

Not bad at all.

The same book was in
Kraxelmann's basement.

And you took that
with you? That's proof.

The same, not the same.

Someone sent this to me today.

And who?

Someone, Franz. I have no idea.

Clean?

Gotthold, the blacksmith.

Do you know that?

Of course I know that.

I probably know them all. A blacksmith with the beautiful name
Gotthold makes a pact with the devil and creates his masterpiece.

A beautiful and completely perfect doorknob, with a very
special magical ability that allows him to transform any wall.

That would be quite a
coincidence, wouldn't it?

Well, if you believe in something like that. But you
have to be open to things like that in other ways.

Beautiful and unique.
Antiques in Prien am Chiemsee.

Tomorrow morning?

Yes, yes Thomas, I know, but
no, you have to inform people.

There's a k*ller running
around out there.

Do you think I don't know that?

The cross assumes that it
was only about the Dollinger.

Because he already knew the name
of his m*rder*r, that's clear, but...

There is also a Roland
Hoffmann in his customer file.

We have names, addresses, everything, but
no one has been in the apartment for days.

We can't find him
for the life of us.

Take a look in
Kraxlmann's basement.

Yes, you'll laugh.
We even did that.

Stefan! I will get back
to you later. Hold on.

Who is Tomorrow?

Hello, gentlemen. You are definitely here
because of the Biedermeier confessional.

Ah, Protestant.

Well, look here. What
else can I do for you?

To be honest, we don't
really know that yet.

The Gruber antiquarian
bookstore is directly opposite.

We don't want to sell the
book. I received it yesterday.

Your business card is in there.

At the end of a highlighted chapter
entitled Gotthold the Blacksmith.

Gottold the blacksmith. And what
exactly do you want from me now?

Yes, we were hoping
to hear that from you.

Yes, I'm sorry, I have
to disappoint you.

But you're welcome to take a look around, you'll
definitely find something really nice here.

The story is about
a magical doorknob.

Who are you?

Franz Hartl, pastor
of Rosenheim.

Stefan Schwab, I work
for the Rosenheim police.

That was last week, on Tuesday.

I was looking for a few atmospheric
pieces for my Biedermeier shop window

and was on the Auer Duld
very early in the morning.

The piece looked
wonderful in my display.

As soon as I was finished,
these two men stand in front of me.

A clean coat.

But only the other person spoke.

And what did they want?

The doorknob, but exactly
the one from the shop window.

But you didn't want to sell it?

I had two alternatives,
with a lock and key and...

Well, okay, I could have
charged twice as much for that.

I understand it.

But the two men couldn't
be dissuaded, on the contrary.

That's impossible.

Yes, that's my system,
it's no longer up to date.

He simply took the piece out of my
shop window, which is an outrage.

Can you please make
me a copy of this?

Three rounds.

If you lose, you tell me everything about the
break-in in the evidence room in Schrobenhausen.

What? How do you know?

You begin.

So what do you need from me?

I'm not here for him now...

It's okay, really. I would also get
in touch if I need anything from you.

This looks exactly like... that
doesn't exist. Where is that?

An antique shop in Prien. The
photo is from Tuesday last week.

Just as the guy in the baseball cap
turns around. Can that be grasped?

That's why you
recognize others well.

Hmm, a nice piece of equipment.

Apart enough for a...scan.

Hair color dark blonde,
height 1.80 meters or more.

Eye color light,
clearly visible scar.

From the left temple over the
cheek, a beard growth at the scar.

As I said, the cross is
not in the house today.

It's always there
where you least want it.

He says the same
thing about you.

That's impossible.

Good evening.

Entrustments only
by appointment.

How about a funeral?

Ms. Leitner.

Mr. Schwab, the man
is extremely violent.

You hardly know me.

Your funny friend here wants to shadow a very
dangerous person because he bought an antique.

He cut off the woman's path.

And behaved rudely
when buying the antique.

Disturbance in the video.

Yes, but that's no reason
for both of you to tail him.

We're shadowing who, please?

Nobody.

Oh right.

Ms. Leitner, I
think we should...

Mr. Schwab!

Yesterday morning's business
gives us all more than enough to do.

The Kraxelmann is
anything but settled.

Please!

I think yesterday morning's
matter and this matter are linked.

So yes.

What did you tell Mr. Hartl?

Don't worry, like Stefan, I'm honestly subject
to a pastoral confidentiality obligation.

One of the two guys in the
store is named Johann Gotthold.

Yes, you're kissing my a*s.

Yes, and if his name is in a storybook, then
we should actually arrest him straight away.

Or, best of all, you
both do it yourself.

What if someone here gets
inspired by an old story and then...

Attacking people
with a doorknob.

That was a mistake.

I wouldn't have him...

I know this all sounds strange.

Strange?

Okay, crazy.

Believe me, we
feel the same way.

Well, not me.

I mean, if you wanted to believe things
like that, you'd basically have it here

may still have an answer.

Which would be?

Well, maybe the guy is related to
the blacksmith from the old story.

And that's why he can go in and
out anywhere with the magical knob.

Entirely because he can use this thing
to open doors where there aren't any.

So he would have had no problem walking
into the museum and into the waiting room.

How do you know about
the Azerbaijan Chamber?

Confidentiality.

This is all complete bullshit.

No, I wouldn't say it like that.

Yes, that's exactly it.

Yes, and that's exactly why we
need to get to the bottom of the matter.

I want an explanation
for all this, urgently.

And I really, really hope that's a rational
explanation, otherwise I'm going to go crazy.

So, Stefan, as an expert in things that cannot be
explained, I assure you, some things cannot be explained.

Have.

I have no more.

Injury.

You're welcome.

I just want it all to make sense
again and for me to be at peace.

I just want my Bavarian
peace and quiet.

Johann Anselm Gotthold.

Convicted several times for
burglary, insults and bodily harm.

Served three prison sentences.

The last one a year ago.

The registered place of
residence is Bayerbrunn.

I will email you Geotech
from my private account.

Thanks. This is really...

Yes, stupid. Probably completely
pointless and, above all, forbidden.

If the cross finds out that I gave
you this information, I'll be screwed.

Have a nice evening.

And watch out for him.

I'll do it.

Can we take you home?

No thanks. I'm
here with the broom.

So you have a very
special effect on women.

The priest says
to the psychologist.

The dwarf should become
an elf, his life is so stupid.

And the elf should go to the
dwarf so that he can understand it.

You do something?

You, I'll help Stefan a little
with his investigation, but...

For God's sake, if it concerns you
die brain waiter, please this man.

Do you mean me now, or...

With my ex, Hopflomals is lost.

Of course I mean you.

Thanks.

Stefan Spahn, you will bring Franz back
to me unharmed, do you understand me?

If he misses even a single hair on his nose, I swear to you Stefan, I
will put you through the cheese grater and feed you to the wildlife park.

Do we have a deal?

Deal.

Gut.

A very special effect.

What kind of priest are you?

work sight.

In any case, the location fits
the description of the person.

Yes, you're right.

That's him.

Franz, that's the
guy from the video.

Yes, of course he is.

Well, if you ask me, I think he
and Dickie have nowhere left to go.

Yes, or he waits until
everyone is asleep.

Including us.

Do we have to go
home now or what?

Then we'll just stay here and watch the Brackel
in there watching TV for the rest of the evening.

Are you going to sleep yet?

Then at least we
won't lose sight of him.

You have to say, it's pretty
practical with those sparklers up front.

He always drives in circles for
the children on New Year's Eve.

This is what he looks like.

What do we do if he drives
through to Berlin now?

Salt hanging and currywurst.

Oh no please do not.

Don't you like currywurst?

I don't like hanging salt.

Injury.

I had no idea.

He's stealing a new exhaust now?

Yes, I would have done that
a long time ago if I were him.

Yes, but if your story about the magic
button is true, then that's total nonsense.

How come? He can just walk into
the warehouse and choose an exhaust.

If he can just as easily walk into any car
dealership and drive out again in the Porsche.

No, he can't do that.

And why not?

You can read that.

The blacksmith in the story could also only
take the items he was carrying with him.

OK, good. Suggestion, we piss on him and
if he actually has the super knob in the

Wall disappears, then I take a
video of it. So we do it. So we do it.

Can this also be done
with a pair of pliers?

Yes, of course.

I go to the right and you go to
the left. We're trying to catch him.

Okay see you soon.

I'm missed.

How good is your zoom?

Why?

There he is.

Make sure you don't blur it.

Who is he rolling onto the roof?

So now I have you.

That was automatic.

Even with pre-flash
against red eyes. Respect.

Maybe he didn't see us.

God takes!

No movement!

You have no chance!

The hall is surrounded!

Without any weaknesses for
a crime thriller from the 70s?

Feel free to contribute
something helpful.

We know what you did!

Don't make it worse!

Do you know that the
sprinkler could say better?

Way out!

No!

No!

Crap!

Susanne, it's not possible now.

I can't.

Yes, and I can't sleep.

Guess why?

That's why I wanted to ask you how things
are going and how your idiot is doing

Develop a plan if
you even have one.

Listen, it may be
that you were right.

So always.

What do you mean by that?

The Francis.

I'm sorry.

The Francis.

Oh Good.

Stefan Schwab, you tell
me right now what happened.

We, Franzis, are down here between lots
of shitty boxes with the shittiest stuff

What's with the entire
Bavaria film studios?

Franz?

Franz!

Well, Saint St. Christopher, now hang
up and get me out of there, Kreuz Teife!

Schatz!

Susanne!

I think it's okay.

I think.

Stefan?

Yes, I'll call you back soon.

Woe betide you now...

Are you taking photos for Insta now
or are you going to do something else?

Where are you?

What do I know?

Stop here.

Where is here?

My, my, my, somewhere
between all the exhaust wheels.

Who is she?

Okay.

Everything okay?

Super. Real?

Not really.

I twisted my leg cleanly.

Come here.

The Godhold?

He drives along the country roads and laughs so
loudly that you can't hear his broken exhaust.

I would do the
same if I were him.

Have you ordered the cavalry?

Yes, but it could be that
they also noticed that.

Yes, and what do we do now?

Redeem Susanne. I
pushed the rooms away.

And then?

Can you two think about what
you're going to tell the judge?

Stop! Stay where you are!

What else am I supposed to do?
The police have been informed.

Don't worry, we won't
cause any trouble.

But you'll remember it later.

Believe me, compared to the phone call
I'm about to make, this isn't a problem.

He's not often right, this
man, but this time he was.

Maybe you could call an
ambulance, that would be really nice.

Susanne, everything
is okay. I'll pass you on.

Mr. Schwab, which antique
shop were you in today?

In Prien, with a Mrs.
Andersson. Why?

Because the police have a
few questions for you in the case.