02x02 - Limbo

[bunniefuu]

[recorder beeping]

April 8th, 12:31 a.m.

The interrogation of Mr. Reza Shadid.

Also present, Agent Birgit Wallner

and Detective Wilhelm Danzberger.

Mrs. Blum's funeral home buried
Mr. Sattler two years ago,

on the 23rd of March.

In Mr. Sattler's coffin,

these unknown remains
were discovered earlier today.

-I'm sorry, what?
-[tense music playing]

Did you help your boss
ready Mr. Sattler for burial?

I don't remember. It was years ago.

[Blum] Hm.

Well, we like to bury our bodies whole.

[chuckles]

[Wallner] The body parts in question
have now been identified.

We know that this is
in fact Edwin Schönborn,

a man who was reported
missing two years ago.

I heard about that. Tragic.

Two people had access to the coffin,
you and your assistant.

Yes, and the grave robbers last night.

-How did you hear about that?
-Word gets around here.

We all share the opinion

that you helped Mrs. Blum hide
these remains in the coffin, Mr. Shadid.

That is absurd.

The question is how could Edwin Schönborn
have gotten in there in the first place?

-Who actually seals the coffins?
-I do.

Reza usually is the one.

Did you notice anything that was unusual
while you were preparing Sattler?

It was two years ago but
I remember he was… he was laid out.

For just a day.

That stands out in my memory because
we had to delay a burial happening before.

In case you don't know,
the laying out is when

the friends and relatives can
spend time with their loved one.

[Wallner] Mm-hm.

So you're saying that

a friend or relative of the deceased
would have had the opportunity

to hide these body parts in the casket.

Uh-huh. However,
if I understand your comment,

it is your colleague
that closes all the coffins up.

And we're talking about Edwin Schönborn,
Mrs. Blum.

The man whom you had
take photos of you in your underwear

shortly before his death.

And not even a week after your husband
was k*lled in an accident,

and you became a widow with two children.

Mrs. Blum, would you like
to rethink your statement?

[tense music rises]

-I thought this was just an interview.
-Yeah.

Officer, since you're making it clear
that you're accusing me of a crime,

-I'm entitled to an attorney.
-[music fades out]

They're telling the same exact story.
They're hiding something.

Or they might be simply telling the truth.

[sighs]

Let's let Reza go. Blum's kids are alone.

Fine with me.

But she's spending the night.

[tense theme music playing]

[music fades out]

WOMAN OF THE DEAD

[motor running]

[tires crunching on gravel]

[hand brake clicking]

-[door unlocking]
-[trunk opening]

[Nela groans]

[whimpering]

[grunting loudly]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunts]

[metallic doors slamming]

[shuddering breaths]

[wind gusting]

The b*tch could fight.

She got me bad.

I need to go to the hospital, man.

On top of that, nothing was there.

[door slams]

[door opens]

[dramatic stinger]

[gasping breaths]

[straining to breathe]

[door closes]

What time is it?

No idea.

Early in the morning.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep
if you're staring at me.

So what's someone like you doing in here?

Oh, right.

Don't talk without a lawyer present.

If you can afford one, that is.

And you?

[somber music playing]

Well, there was a man at the après-ski
who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

And I had to fight him off.

And you? What do you do for work?

I prepare the dead.

Wow. I think if I did that
I'd be depressed.

[Blum] Hm.

It's really quite calming.

I'm a mortician.

How'd you end up with that job?

There was no other option.

[door shuts]

[cellmate] What's your name,
pretty mortician?

Blum.

-Blum? Only Blum, no first name?
-[somber music playing]

I don't like thinking of
the people who gave me my name.

Why?

-What's the deal with your parents?
-They're dead.

I'm sorry about that.

No roots, huh?

I totally get that.

I gave myself a new name and then moved.

And I never once looked back.

I wish it were that easy.

I'm sorry?

[chuckles]

None of it was easy.

But I had no choice either.

[sighs, chuckles softly]

I'm Mariah.

If you ever think you need
a break from death,

that's my club. You should come.

Anybody who wants to
be someone else is welcome.

[exhales]

Thank you.

Yeah, she was detained overnight.
Without a warrant.

[music ends]

Yeah.

Mm.

Thank you for representing Blum,
Mr. Vollmert.

Bye.

Nela! Breakfast!

Nela!

-[knocking on door]
-Nela. I'm picking up Tim.

-[knocking on door]
-Nela?

[phone ringing]

Good morning.

[inhales, then groans]

[gasps]

Coffee.

I got good news.

A colleague of mine found a room for you.

Height of the season. Wasn't easy.

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

[Danzberger] Yes, and the DNA test
on the remains were a…

a 91.2% match with Edwin Schönborn's
DNA from our investigation two years ago.

The other men are…

the owner of the Puch Tavern,
Dr. Ludwig, and Massimo Ricci.

They all disappeared
after Edwin Schönborn.

We should consider exhuming everyone
who was buried around that time period.

Do you seriously intend
to dig up half the cemetery?

We could be dealing with a serial k*ller.

We could catch her at last.

When speaking of the k*ller,

I'd be more careful if I were you.

Hm?

We don't have the arrest warrant yet.

-[in Arabic] Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you, good sir.

My beloved.

[in English] Come on.

Have you talked to Nela at all?

No.

Do you know who
she met up with last night?

With her mysterious boyfriend, I think.

Can you hear me?

[sinister music playing]

[banging loudly]

[crying softly]

Help me! Hello?

[banging continues]

[crying] I'm begging you.

[screaming, shouting]

Let me out!

-[music fades out]
-[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

[Wallner] Good morning.

[door closes]

[clears throat]

[recorder beeps]

[Wallner] I've been
looking into your past.

You were adopted when you were eight.

Then there was a boating accident.

Your adoptive parents died
when you were barely 19 years old.

After the accident,
you took over the funeral home.

Two years ago, your husband
and the father of your children passed.

[tense music playing]

Then immediately in the aftermath
of your husband's death,

the village saw… four men vanish.

A priest, Father Jaunig,

even died during that same time.

He was set on fire.

The police didn't catch the k*ller.

We confirmed that we just unearthed
the remains of one of the men.

Those of Edwin Schönborn, to be specific.

Hm.

Someone else's DNA was found
in traces on the cellophane

in which the remains were wrapped.

If you are willing to give us a DNA sample
we can easily rule you out.

[Blum] Hm.

Of course you will find traces
of my DNA in the coffin.

We know that.

Mrs. Blum, if you were involved
in Edwin Schönborn's homicide

or are covering it up, we will
send you away for a long, long time.

Your children will be without you
for a long, long time.

Is that what you want?

Tell me what the hell happened back then.

And you'll have a chance.

I promise you that.

I'll speak to the attorney general.

-I'll…
-[door opens]

Hello.

-Excuse me, you can't just walk in here.
-[music fades out]

Wagenschaub, I'm Mrs. Blum's lawyer.

My client would like to avail herself
of her right to remain silent.

We're not done yet.
I have answers I need before--

Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm sure you do.

I would like to speak to
my client alone, thank you.

-What is she accused of?
-m*rder. A suspect only.

-That is such nonsense.
-Please, not another word. Thank you.

Can I please see the arrest warrant?

-The warrant, please.
-The warrant is on its way.

[laughing]

You have detained and questioned my client

without a warrant?

I'd like to speak to her
in private at once.

Five minutes.

As long as it takes.
You know the rules. Thank you.

[Blum sighs deeply]

[clears throat]

Who are you?

They want you to get
Edwin Schönborn's video to them.

You know what video, they said.

-[breathing shakily]
-Nela?

Mom, you have 72 hours, and the police…

-[static]
-The police can't find out!

What?

[gasping]

I received that.

Uh, received from who?

Who are you? What… What is…

I don't know anything either. I'm…

I've got nothing to do with this,
I'm just… a messenger, you understand?

Where… Where is my kid?

Just please do what you're being asked.

Where…

is this video?

-I don't know what video.
-[scoffs] Where is it?

I don't know what you're saying.

Where is the video?

I swear I don't know.

-[loud slam]
-Where is the video?

Where's my girl?

This isn't funny.

They're not messing around.

This is serious.

I can't do anything at all.
These are, uh, they are…

Who are they?

Do what they want you to do.

Otherwise, this will end badly for you.

And for me.

If you don't hand over that video, you…
You won't ever see your daughter again.

Get me out now.

[machine beeping]

I'm taking my client with me.

Your client is
the prime suspect in a m*rder case.

You can't take this woman anywhere.

Tell me, do you have
any evidence whatsoever

to substantiate your claim?

Anything at all?

We were taking a sample
of her DNA for comparison.

[Wagenschaub] With my client's consent?

After this farce you'll be lucky
if you still have a job.

Follow me.

I warned you, Wallner.

[door closes]

I was so close.

What's this about a DNA test anyway?

The report didn't find
any except for Schönborn's.

Mrs. Blum doesn't know that.

What is behind your complete
obsession with that woman?

So?

Where is it?

I don't have this video.

-Please tell me what you know.
-I don't know anything.

-Please help me.
-I'm sorry.

-Please. No. Don't leave me…
-I'm very sorry.

-[ominous music playing]
-What've they got against you?

No! Where's my child?

Please help me. Please!

Where is my child? No! Where?

[panting]

[huffs]

[whimpering]

[loud banging]

[music fades out]

[on voicemail] Hi, it's Nela.
I'm either busy or I don't have service.

Feel free to leave me a message and--

[sighs]

When will Mom be back?

She's coming soon.

-Have you spoken to her?
-Yeah, but she can't get away now.

Where is she?

She had to help the police
with a case or something.

[phone beeping]

BLOOD SUGAR CRITICAL

[injector hissing]

TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP

Upon a partner's death,
their voting rights expire.

[sighs]

How could you let Sarkissian
do this to us?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew that's why
we never had Edwin declared dead.

And now Badal Sarkissian knows
the majority of the shares

can start being reallocated.

That's why he came here.

[sighs deeply]

My father would die again
if he knew about this.

WHERE ARE YOU?
I'M WORRIED. PLEASE CALL ME.

Alex, get off your phone.
Are you sick or what?

Not really.

What is it, then? Is it Nela?

You know this is exactly what
I tried to say to you.

You simply can't rely
on some people, Alex.

They don't consider the feelings
of those around them.

But Nela's really not like that.

You can never really know a person
or what they're thinking.

Focus on what's good for you
and forget her.

TOGETHER FOR TIROL

-Oh, Mrs. Schönborn. Hello.
-[chuckles]

I hope the event was a success for you.
Good to see you.

-Well, we'll know on election day.
-What could stop you now?

By the way,
where are all our permits, Richard?

I'm sure you know,

investors are easy to scare and they've
been asking questions about the process.

Unfortunately, you'll have
to wait until after the election.

But, I promise as soon as I'm governor,
you and I will figure it out together.

Then, I'll wish good luck
to you and to me!

[chuckles]

-[man] Good morning.
-Hello.

Frank Vollmert, attorney.

I represent Mrs. Blum.

One moment.

-Hello.
-Hi.

Wallner, BKA.
You're working with Mrs. Blum?

Yeah. Reza Shadid informed me.

Can I please speak to Mrs. Blum now?

Mrs. Blum's lawyer was already here.
She left a while ago.

Pardon me?

What do you mean she left?

Her lawyer, Herbert Wagenschaub.

Wagenschaub?

Get me his address.

Something's not right.

We'll look into this.

Please give me a call at this number
if you hear anything.

Thank you.

Sarah doesn't know where she is either.

Hey.

Are you hungry?

-Yeah.
-I'll make something.

[door closes]

-Mom!
-Hey.

[smooching repeatedly]

[somber music playing]

[Reza] Do you think they mean
the video from two years ago?

But they're all dead.

I don't know who these people are.
Reza, what could they want from me?

-We have to get the police involved.
-Are you nuts?

Of course not. Of course not.

[sighs]

No way in hell.

Oh God. This is my fault.

-Blum. We have to think about this.
-[object clatters]

What was that?

-[shushing]
-[object clatters]

Can I help you?

Uh, hello. [chuckles awkwardly]

Uh, I'm Alex.

Schönborn. I… I'm looking for Nela.

-Is she here?
-No.

Oh, well, I messaged
a couple times but she hasn't answered.

Come in.

[door creaks]

Can you tell us when you last you saw her?

Last night.

Where?

Alex, we need to know.

-At the club.
-And then?

And then she rode home on her bike.

Y… You let her go by herself? At night?

She asked me not to go with her.
She said she was afraid…

What do you mean she asked?
Afraid of what?

Of…

you seeing…

mm, who she was dating.

Are…

You're together?

Yeah.

At least, I thought we were.

[Reza] I'm sure she'll be in touch.

If you hear from her at all,
will you please let us know?

Okay.

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[music fades out]

-So the police let you go already?
-[banging loudly]

Don't act all innocent.
That lawyer came from you.

I'm sorry, I'm not understanding you.

Where is my daughter?

Nela?

What's wrong with her?

The day after the police find out
Edwin is dead, my daughter is gone.

Ah! And you think what?

I'm out to get you?

If that's the case

it would mean you k*lled my Edwin.

[intriguing music playing]

The police will sort it out.

Likely she simply took off with a boy.

Girls at that age--

With what boy?

Your nephew was just at my place.

Keep Alex out of this.

The kidnappers want
a specific video of Edwin.

I don't know of any videos.

Where are you storing his work?
From the studio.

I'm not, I have nothing left.

These men said my daughter
might be k*lled if I don't hand it over.

You know what that's like!

I'm not interested in hearing about

what Edwin and all his awful
friends were doing back then.

But to lose one's only son
in that dreadful way…

But now at least I can bury him.

Well, sort of.

If I hear about your girl,

I will call you right away.

I promise.

And if you hear

where the rest of my son is…

[ominous music playing]

[Damian] Right,
everyone empty your pockets.

[Tamar] Open your jacket.

I said empty your f*cking pockets! Now!

[dog yipping]

[dog barking]

[Damian] Let's go.

[Tamar] Three of them are good to go.
Fresh meat.

That Schönborn woman is exhausting.

Just say the word,
and I'll pay her a visit.

[Sarkissian] Patience.

Now that her son is officially dead,

his seat on the board will open up.

Yar would've known what we should do next.

But Yar isn't alive anymore.

What?

How many of those pills are you taking?

[loud banging]

[car engine revving]

[doorbell buzzing]

[knocking on door]

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone buzzing]

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

All right, then.

Send me the location, okay?

Okay.

A dead body was just found.

[melancholy music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

Tim isn't safe here now. Neither are you.

I'll take care of Tim.

Wait, what?

Trust me.

It's better if you don't know.

Okay?

[music turns dark]

Okay.

I have to go.

What are you gonna do?

I have to find Wagenschaub.
He's my only lead at this point.

[breathes deeply]

Blum!

Whoever these people are,

they're professionals.

Not like the men back then.

I know.

Sorry.

[dark, exciting music playing]

[locking bar creaking open]

[gasping]

[door clangs shut]

-[engine switches off]
-[music ends]

Blum?

Sorry to disturb you so late.

I'm here to ask for help.

How have you been?

I'm sure Karl's death
has been difficult on all of you.

We all miss Karl a lot.

Uh, but,

I didn't come here to talk.

I need to find someone. It's urgent.

A lawyer.

Wagenschaub?

How did you know?

I was at the police station this morning.
They mentioned his name.

They said he got you out.

Yeah.

Um…

Yes, but there was a misunderstanding.

I see.

But did you look for his
law firm in the phone book?

-I actually need his private address.
-Hm.

I respect my colleagues' privacy.

I know.

But Frank, please.

Blum…

wouldn't it be better if…

[Blum] Mm-mm.

No police.

The police can't know.

[intriguing music playing]

[music fades out]

So, a hunter found him.

Stab wound to the thigh.

Looks like somebody tried
to stop the bleeding.

There's no sign of the weapon yet.

We haven't been able
to identify him either.

No personal belongings.

The car had been reported
stolen by the owner.

Have the crime scene unit look
for traces of third-party DNA,

and run the samples through the database.

Since you're asking so politely.

We just got a break in a missing
persons case everyone had forgot.

And now this man is k*lled.

I know the two incidents
are connected somehow.

Officer Wallner,

I am definitely too tired
for pondering over your theories.

You'll see that I was right, Captain.

[Danzberger sighs]

Psst.

Keep an eye on her, please.

[tense theme music playing]

CAT TONGUES

[music fades out]

[engine cuts off]

[wind gusting]

[door opening]

[Wagenschaub] What are you doing here?

I want to know where my daughter is,
then you won't see me again.

[soft, suspenseful music playing]

How did you find me, huh?

Who sent you the video?

I don't know.

I told you that.

-I was only supposed to show it to you.
-Who?

What's on that drive?

[sighs] It's not mine.

But you still know
what's on that drive, damn it!

It's t*rture porn, isn't it?

Do you watch those for fun?

Huh?

I'm not involved.

You think I give a damn about you?
Where is Nela?

I said I don't know!

[suspenseful music rises]

We swap them anonymously.

One of Edwin's videos must
have something out of the ordinary on it.

It fell into the wrong hands.

I'm just a consumer.

Just a consumer?

[Wagenschaub breathing nervously]

-[g*nsh*t]
-Ah!

[groans]

[dark music rises]

[both straining]

Where is my daughter?

They threatened me!

-[crunching]
-[screaming]

[both panting]

[g*nsh*t]

-[gasping]
-[music ends]

[shuddering breaths]

[tense theme music playing]

[music fades out]