01x06 - Kein Weg Zurück

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How far have we come?

It's been 20 years now

to the month.

We lost our youngest son
in the school sh**ting.

In the beginning,
there was very little.

Not even hope.

Now we have more than
enough hope to go around.

It took a while to convince companies
to open offices here, to put down roots.

Once they saw rates of absence due
to sickness or problems at home

dwindling to
practically nothing...

and employee happiness
and productivity soar...

companies flocked here.

Not only is unemployment
no longer a problem.

There's no homelessness. No
one's ever forgotten or ignored.

Pay bands mean that higher earners
can still live the life they want,

while lower earners don't have
to make impossible choices.

Concordia puts half of its
profits back into the community.

To support community
initiatives.

Or to encourage and support
local businesses with seed money.

In Concordia, we try
to help each other up,

so we can rise and
stand together.

We are only at our strongest,
when we support our weakest.

In Concordia, no
dream is ever too big.

- When you see our hand outstretched...
- we hope you take it.

To join in everything we've
experienced and enjoyed.

We hope you stand with us, as we turn
to communities after you and say...

- Bem-vindo a Concordia.
- Concordia yokoso.

Marhaba ela Concordia.

Bienvenue à Concordia.

Concordia mein aap
sabhi ka swaagat hai.

Welcome to Concordia.

Go.

Breakfast on the table.

We're reading, love.

It's just getting
to the good bit.

I'm going to need
a few more hangers,

unless you want my things
laid out everywhere.

Sure, I'll grab
some. Anything else?

I could do with something
a little more challenging.

Go! You gotta go. You gotta go.

- sh*t. I left my computer upstairs.
- I'll get it.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

I was hoping to grab
a moment with Thea.

I know you probably don't wanna see
me right now, so sorry to barge in.

- It's fine.
- Isabelle left before I got up.

I called. She's not answering.
Thought she might be with you.

No, haven't seen
her. Everything okay?

Yeah, all good.

I have to go to HQ. Maybe she's there
with Mathilde. If you see her...

Could you take my remote
drive back to A.J.?

Isabelle was meant to
bring it back, but didn't.

- Isabelle had your drive?
- She wanted a final look.

- When?
- Yesterday.

Sure, I can take it.

Did she find anything on it?

Don't think so.

She was going through
Oliver's video game activity.

It's downstairs, the drive.

Okay. I'll grab
it on my way out.

I didn't know what
to do or where to go.

But I made this,

so if you're
watching it, then...

I'm probably already gone.

But the things he was
saying, thinking of doing,

you should have told
me to report it.

I wasn't the one treating him.

You're not innocent in this.

In any of this.

In the lives we...

- I did it for you.
- No, Peter.

You did it for yourself.

f*cking hell.

f*cking monsters, both of them.

What do we do?

I don't know.

It's a f*cking minefield.

A private conversation between
a patient and her psychiatrist.

But she wasn't his
patient at the time.

She could claim she was.
It won't stand up in court.

The way you got that footage,
and how Oliver got hold of it.

Her lawyers would get it
thrown out as evidence.

But what Oliver
did wasn't ill*gal.

There is no law in Concordia
against hacking the system.

Because those who created the
system said it was impossible.

- They're admitting they did it.
- Admitting what?

Inciting violence,
encouraging Jesper to...

It won't stand up in court.

Besides, Peter Blom is dead.

Juliane can spin the conversation.
There is no one to contradict her.

Even if the footage was
accepted as evidence,

it wouldn't be
considered m*rder.

There's probably nothing
she can be convicted of.

You're right.

When you confronted her,

did she say anything
about Oliver Miller?

No.

Do you think she could have
been behind his m*rder?

I really don't know.

She had more motive
than the Faceless.

I find it hard to believe that
she would have had Oliver k*lled.

- And Peter?
- What do you mean?

Peter and Oliver
were the only people

who knew the truth about the school
sh**ting and they're both dead.

When am I getting
the network reports?

A.J.?

Who told you to restrict
Oliver Miller's files?

I don't need permission to
restrict the files. I'm the CTO.

That's not what I mean.
Someone asked you to do it.

f*ck off, Noah.

You really think I only act
on other people's orders?

This isn't a library for people to
come, look at whatever they like.

Oliver sabotaged the system,

compromised the safety of every
single person in our town,

sold us out to a
bunch of t*rrorists.

Forgive me for protecting everything
that keeps Concordia running.

Oliver Miller should be the
least of anyone's concern.

Oliver's files, did
you restrict them

before or after you got
a seat on the board?

Move on, Noah.

A.J.

You're full of sh*t,
you know that, right?

This is yours, by the way.

You might want to wipe that.

Isabelle was reviewing
Oliver's files on it

after you took them
off the main system.

Now tell me,

who told you to restrict
access to those files?

- Keep the change.
- Thanks. Have a nice day.

What is going on?

I've seen the comm lines.

Leon, they're saying that we're
trying to k*ll Hanna Bremer.

Desperate times...

We've never done anything
like this. Never.

It's just not what we stand for.

A cause is valued by how far you
are prepared to go for it, Tess.

I want you to move on. I've
already moved the others.

We can't risk all
being in one place.

There's a safe house over the
border. You'll be better off there.

You and...

Elodie.

Yeah, you want to take
responsibility for her...

so be it.

- What the f*ck are you doing?
- I need a pee.

Christ. Jesus.

Seriously?

sh*t.

- No! No! No!
- Stop.

- Stop. Stop.
- Okay. Okay.

- Are you good?
- Okay.

I'm calm.

Stop!

It's interesting. A lot of the
known profiles have gone offline.

And yet?

The chatter is picking up.

If anything, they're
doing less to hide it.

You want to tell me something.
What's your gut telling you?

Well, Thea...

I think what your gut is telling
you is far more important right now.

Are you saying the
Faceless are bluffing?

- They're not planning to k*ll Hanna?
- I am.

Why?

There's too much chatter. Like they
want us to know what they're planning.

They're running out of
options. Nothing has stuck.

The hack, the dark money.
There's just "FUD":

fear, uncertainty and doubt.

By raising the spectre
of an assassination,

they're hoping
Hanna will back off.

Juliane?

Could she?

Back off?

I think we have to talk to her.

Thea, if you could join me.

Explain your read
of the situation.

If you think it'd help.

I do.

What we're seeing
is breadcrumbing:

they're leading us to the
conclusion they want us to draw.

That said, there's still a
risk, no matter how small.

I don't know if you have
a security detail...

I never needed one.
Not while I'm here.

Travelling sometimes, rarely.

It might be a good idea
to have them standing by.

I'll speak to Ulf about it.

I would scale back the
announcement celebration

in both Concordia and
Kopwitz to minimise the risk.

If something were to happen, the
fewer people there, the better.

Changing the invitation
to an online link.

It's possible, of course.

But the optics of a step-down...

One week from now, all people will
be talking about is the expansion,

not the pre-party.

From my viewpoint, the press
photos aren't worth it.

Juliane, do you agree?

- I do.
- Fine.

Then it will just be our core
expansion team there with me.

I won't deny them that.

Make sure you keep me informed.

We will, thank you.

Bye.

We're scaling back the
launch on both sides.

A final as*ault
is still possible.

Marco, pull any resources
you can get access to.

Any assets you
have, engage them.

Don't worry about the cost.

Same goes for you, Adrian.
Consider all limits removed.

Nothing should come in the way
of us finding their hideout.

You two picked up on this threat
together. Work closely on it.

Coordinate your people.

Works for me.

I'm confident they're
still here in Leipzig.

We just need to tighten our net.

Quickly. If the Faceless are
smart, they'll scatter to the wind.

The clock is ticking.

Let's put this to
bed, once and for all.

A.J., it's Noah.

I'm with my mum and...

we have a few things to discuss.

So, if you get an
alert, ignore it.

Also, if you get any other alerts
from any meetings or conversations

that I might have over the next couple
of days, if you could do the same.

Okay, goodbye, A.J.

You restricted access
to Oliver's files.

I did.

Burying some footage for a seat on
the board is a good deal for A.J.

- Does Isabelle know?
- What Oliver had found? Yes.

Does she think Oliver
brought it to you?

No.

Did he bring it to you?

He did.

Why?

To warn me about
what he had done.

To see if I could protect him.

So Oliver Miller was k*lled
because of what he found out?

Yes.

- Did you...
- sh**t him?

No.

But the person who did,
did it on my orders.

And Peter?

Peter, I k*lled myself.
There was no other way.

It was painless. I
made sure of that.

Why didn't you come to me?

Mum, there's enough blood on
your hands already, isn't there?

If the truth had come out now,
everything you fought for,

struggled to achieve
would've been for nothing.

Concordia is bigger than
me. It could have survived.

You do not believe that.

If you did, you would
have let Peter confess.

Oliver and Peter would still be alive
and your hands would still be clean.

Maybe, yes, maybe.

But that was not a risk
I was prepared to take.

For you, or myself.

This town died once.

Did you really want to
see it die a second time?

Have it become a byword
for all that's evil,

everything the
Faceless believe it is?

Stopping Peter, you
did the right thing.

I convinced myself
of that once, Noah.

I think I can't do that again.

It's done now, Mum. It's over.

We move on.

What if the answer's been in
front of us the whole time?

Remind me what the question was.

How do we all live in
one place, as a family,

where all our needs
and ambitions are met?

- Most of the time, anyway.
- Right, that question.

Yeah.

I know it's not the
South of France,

but it is safe, it's
friendly, it's inviting.

Talon can run free the way
we did once upon a time.

Mum can get the support she
needs without consuming us.

You can have more time for
your work, for yourself.

Okay, okay, okay.

So, that's Talon, your mum, me.

And what about the
fourth musketeer?

Where will she be all this time?

Be right here.

As often as I can be.

Wait, wait, wait.

"As often as I can be"?

Your job here is over, right?

Juliane has asked me to coordinate
the roll out after Kopwitz.

Okay.

- You're going to work for Juliane?
- Just for a while. Fatemah's agreed.

She thinks it'd be good
to have someone on board

to lead the global
strategy for other cities.

Global strategy sounds like more travel,
more time away from home, not less.

No, I can negotiate a travel
schedule that works for us.

Come on.

Come on.

You said it yourself,
we need a change.

Yes, we do.

And I want to consider anything
to keep us all together, but...

I'm not sure you do.

Or that you can change.

If I want us to work...

and I do...

then I have to change.

And I believe this
is our chance.

So what should I tell the agent?

Dis-lui de...

Dis-lui, oh dis-lui

Dis-lui c'est important

I don't know what that means.

- You are impossible.
- I know.

She told you.

Yes.

Look, I think somewhere
I always wondered...

how... how hard my mother
fought to get the town on board,

how many times
they voted it down,

how the sh**ting suddenly
made it possible.

But I swear to God,
I swear to God,

I never imagined that Peter
would encourage the boy,

that my mother wouldn't
try to stop him.

Izzi. Izzi, please, Izzi.

What they did...

it was unspeakable.

Unspeakable. I cannot defend
it. I cannot defend it.

But, babe, if Concordia fails,
then the one chance, okay,

the only chance we have to make
something good come out of this dies.

We cannot let that happen.

We have to put it behind us.

- Behind us?
- Yes, so we can move on.

Oliver Miller, Noah.

That wasn't 20 years ago.

It wasn't some momentary
lapse of judgment, of grief.

It was calculated,
premeditated. It was m*rder.

- She had nothing to do with it.
- Okay.

It was the Faceless. Their
fingerprints are all over it.

- I don't believe it was the Faceless.
- No, listen. Let me... It's not just me.

It's the conclusion we came to.

- What Gothenburg police concluded.
- I don't think it was the Faceless.

- You know more than us?
- No.

- What, then?
- I don't know... I just...

- I don't believe it.
- Why?

Everything I believed in,
everything I moved back here

to be a part of is a lie.

I saw my friends die.

Your mum could have
stopped it, but she didn't.

She didn't.

I don't care what it was for, what
she's done to try to make up for it,

what you want to tell
yourself to excuse it.

I was the one who picked up a
g*n and shot that poor sick kid!

And don't tell me how
many lives I saved.

I k*lled someone.

Someone whose life your mum and Peter
decided was theirs to throw away.

It is not behind me, Noah.

And I don't think
it's ever going to be.

Where are you going to go?

I don't mean to be unfair, I...

I know how tough
this must be for you.

I know you're not
responsible for any of it.

But I can't stay here.

Not now, knowing what I know.

I'm sorry.

Too many times in history
have people who have disagreed

turned to violence to have
their grievances heard.

And too many times have
those violent dissenters

gotten their way.

But the words that matter,

the words we have heard are the
words of the people of Kopwitz,

who have spoken in
the best way possible:

with their votes.

So, for all out there who would
seek to overturn their vote,

to silence their voices, I
want you to hear my words.

We're not going to run scared.

We're not going
to be intimidated

by threats,

real or imagined.

Kopwitz is stepping
into the modern world.

And there is nothing that can be
said or done that will stop us.

This is bullshit.

They're daring you to do
something, but you can't.

We have other plans in motion.

We just need to
let them play out.

I'll arrange a train ticket for
you to collect from the station.

And Elodie?

She's been given
too many chances.

Leon...

Tessa, what... Come on.

Would you be willing to risk
all the other operatives?

Ourselves? Only for her?

Because I would not.

So you just have to ask yourself

if you can live with
what has to be done.

And if not, that's
okay. You just go now.

Don't look back. Try to
wipe it from your mind.

It's okay. It's up to you.

What the f*ck...

- Marco.
- Tessa Vogel's phone went online.

I'm sending you the location.

I'm close.

- Adrian.
- We have a location for Tessa Vogel.

Marco is notifying
the German police.

- Will you get there before them?
- I will.

Do you want me to take
care of it like before?

Yes, like before.

Hey, Elodie.

I just want to say I'm
truly sorry. I really am.

I hope you know that.

Listen, this is not your fault.

But it doesn't matter. It is
what it is. Hey, hey, sit still.

Okay.

I just hope this makes
it easier for you.

No, please.

No, no, no. You don't
have to do it. Please.

- Shut the f*ck up. Shut the f*ck up now.
- Please don't do it.

- Shut up. Shut up.
- No.

- Tessa, do something.
- Leon.

It's over. If you want to
survive this, you need to go.

What the f*ck?

Tessa!

No. No. Please, please. No.

Tessa.

We need to go. We need to go.

We need to go. We
need to go, Tessa.

It's okay. It's okay.
Okay? Come, come.

Move forward. Let's go.

This is the police! Put the
g*n down. Put the g*n down!

Get on your knees.
Get on your knees.

Put the g*n down.

I just got word
back from Leipzig.

Their leader and Tessa
Vogel, both were shot.

They're in hospital
under police guard.

What about Elodie Cailleux?

The police are still looking for her.
They don't think she'll have gotten far.

sh*t.

And Adrian? Is he on it?

I'm sorry.

Adrian didn't make it.

We'll find Elodie. We won't
let his loss be in vain.

I didn't know what
to do or where to go.

But now you know, too.

Hi.

I checked traffic cameras.

No indication Peter went further
than the lake the day he died.

- Okay.
- And no CCTV picked him up.

In Gothenburg or anywhere else.

He didn't meet anyone beforehand.
Definitely not Juliane.

And?

Did he always go running
at the same time?

Yes, seven days a
week, every morning.

Why?

I checked the phone
tower near the lake

to see when it last picked
up Peter's phone signal.

Okay. And?

The last signal matches
the time of death.

I checked Juliane's phone
signal. She wasn't in the area.

What are you trying to tell me?

I checked some
other phone numbers.

I got one match.

A phone at the lake the
same time that Peter died.

Whose?

Oskar, whose phone was it?

- Oskar?
- Isa...

It was Noah's.

I checked with the coroner.

There were no signs of struggle,
nothing to say it wasn't suicide.

But there was no reason to believe
Peter's death could have been m*rder.

So they can't rule it out.

The fact that Noah
was at the lake,

that he didn't mention it...

She's not coming back?

No.

Did she tell you?

Why she left?

Does it matter?

That's a question for you.

I'm more interested in
the future than the past.



took 22 lives

and shattered the
town of Skällrea.

It was the final nail in
the coffin of a dying town.

A town where the jobs had
fled and the people with them.

A town without hope, without
a future, without life.

From those ashes,
Concordia was born.

A new town built on
the ruins of the old.

A town conceived to
ensure the safety,

health, economic well-being
and personal freedom

of all who lived there.

And today, two decades later...

I'm pleased to welcome

the town and people of Kopwitz.

And to thank our new partners
in this great project:

Hanna Bremer, Saxony
minister president.

And to thank all those
who worked alongside her

to give flight to our dream.

Walls cannot keep us safe...

no matter how high
or strong or thick.

Nor can any camera,

no matter how many
or how sophisticated.

What keeps us safe

is the life we create together.

A life of shared values.

Progressive.

Inclusive.

Open.

Which values human
dignity above all else.

For there is nothing more
important to the human spirit...

than being valued
and respected...

for what you are...

what you believe in.

And treating other people the way we
would like to be treated ourselves.

A life in which
we can discover...

that we have far more in common

than that which divides us.