[pensive music playing]
[people speaking indistinctly]
- [alarm buzzing] - [prison door whirring]
- [player 1] Come on... - [player 2] Nice.
[player 3] Yeah, yeah. Bring the ball.
- [player 4] I'm over here... - [player 3] Send it over. Come on.
[ball dribbling]
- Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait... - [man] Hey, Mussa.
- [player 5] Over there. Come on! - [man] You don't belong here.
[Mussa grunting]
[guard] Whoa. What's happening over there?
- [inmate] Say hi to your brother. [slaps] - [Mussa grunts]
- [inmate] Fuck off! - [inmate 2] Get lost.
- [ball dribbling] - [exercise equipment clattering]
- [player 1] Over here. Make a free throw. - [player 2] Right here. Come on, let's go.
[tense music playing]
[music intensifying]
- [slams shut] - [music fades away]
SLEEPING DOG
[birds chirping in the background]
[smashing]
[gas hisses]
[melancholy music playing]
[dog barks]
[panting and growling gently]
[barks, pants]
[whines]
[sighs softly]
STARTLED
DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS
[guard] Suicide in cell 12. Mussa Basher.
[alarm buzzing]
[melancholy music playing]
- [man 1 grunting] - [man 2] Dirty cop.
- [policeman grunting] - [man 2] My brother killed himself.
[policeman grunting]
- [gun clicks] - [policeman panting] Abou?
- [panting] - [Abou] It's all your fault, Atlas.
[Atlas] What do you want? [panting]
[grunts]
[screams in anger]
[breathing heavily]
[dark music playing]
[Abou] Mussa!
I didn't do it!
That dirty cop is lying!
[fire crackling]
[gasps]
[melancholy music playing]
[Atlas breathes frantically]
[Atlas coughing]
[coughs heavily]
[melancholy music swelling]
[glass shatters]
[people chattering indistinctly]
[man] Mmm, great.
[breathes out]
[chewing]
Detective Atlas. What the hell happened to you?
If you wanna press charges, which I encourage you to...
I wanna be left in peace. Tell your client that.
[inhales] Abou...
[breathes out]
I don't want to make excuses, but...
it's because of his brother, Mussa Basher.
He recently killed himself in prison.
Put a knife to his wrists.
You know how that family thinks.
It's your fault.
Why?
Well... [inhales]
If you hadn't found that evidence, Mussa would never have been convicted.
What evidence?
Hello?
The murder of Judge Herres.
Surely you remember.
Judge Herres.
That's what Mussa was in prison for.
Nothing?
I don't know what you're talking about.
[man] You should go see a doctor!
[rolling briefcase wheels rattling]
[lawyer] Your Honor, my client is accused of distributing on eight occasions
illegal narcotics,
amphetamines and cocaine, over the last six months.
However, the indictment makes no mention of where and when
these transactions allegedly took place,
nor of the quantities of narcotics mentioned.
Uh, yes.
Your Honor, over the course of these proceedings, I will state...
- Your Honor, please. - ...the locations, times, and amounts.
The prosecution has failed to clearly define their indictment.
As per paragraph 200 of the criminal code, we have no choice but to close the case.
[lawyer] Thank you, Your Honor.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Thirty percent of all indictments are flawed.
It could happen to anybody. Say hello to your boss.
[woman] The indictment must name the accused, the offense,
the time and place of its commission, any characteristics,
and the penal provisions to be applied.
- That's your first mistake. - [book closes]
Make it your last one.
Why are we here?
- We're fighting a battle. - Damn right we are.
He dealt for the Bashers.
They're now under the impression... How would your mother have put it?
That our legal system just rolls over and takes it,
because my assessor screwed up the indictment.
How could you let this happen?
What do we do now?
Here. Mussa Basher's suicide. Something triggered it.
They missed something at the prison. Research it.
Can't mess that up.
Oh, and Jule? Don't cry. Just be better.
DEATH INVESTIGATION SUSPECTED SUICIDE
[introspective music playing]
[pages rustling]
[gate creaking]
[vehicle approaching]
[gate closing]
[birds chirping]
- [keys jingle] - [puts brick back]
[melancholy music playing]
[door creaking]
[exhales]
[breathes deeply]
[sniffs]
[exhales]
- [telephone ringing in the background] - [indistinct chattering]
[man] Morning.
Morning. A bit early for junk food, isn't it?
- Nobody made me oatmeal. - Well, maybe if you stayed for breakfast...
Hey, hands off there, tricky.
[man 2] Morning.
- Did you sleep well, chubs? - Uh-huh.
- [phone vibrating] - [locker door closes]
[phone vibrates, beeps]
Hey.
This morning your friend Atlas paid Hartloff a visit.
- What? - [woman, on phone] Yes.
That's right. Basher's brother physically assaulted him.
Abou Basher?
Do you know where I can reach him?
Uh, no, but hopefully, you can take care of it.
[car unlocks, beeps]
[pensive music playing]
Atlas will be back soon. I know it.
All right, boys. Get your butts in gear.
Something's dripping through the ceiling at 38 Vienna.
What are we, plumbers now?
[breathes heavily]
The murder of Judge Herres.
Herres... [echoing]
That dirty cop is lying! I didn't do it!
[Hartloff] Had you not found the evidence, Mussa would never have been convicted.
[Mussa] Hartloff, what's happening here? What's going on?
[grunts]
[moans, breathes frantically]
- [door closes] - [Atlas breathing frantically]
[girl] Dad?
[Atlas chewing]
Where did you get those wounds?
Never mind.
[chewing]
I ran away too once.
Remember?
When I had a fight with Mom.
I was so mad at her.
I'm not mad at you guys.
I...
I'm not.
[inhales]
I... I... [exhales]
- You're leaving again? - [footsteps receding]
[Atlas] It's better for you guys.
[melancholy music playing]
I need a backpack.
The red one.
It's in the basement.
[birds chirping]
[keys jingle]
Call me, please?
[melancholy music playing]
[woman] Tinka!
- Tinka, come here! - No, I won't!
[Atlas] Hey! Hey!
I hate her. I'm running away, forever!
What's the matter?
- Where are you gonna go? - Australia.
Well, then I'll go too.
Okay?
- Did you have a fight? - [young Tinka] Uh-huh.
[Atlas] Australia is pretty far away, you know?
[young Tinka] It is?
Is there another bathroom above?
Yeah. The ceiling leaks all the time. The house is...
Does she live alone?
POLICE
There's men coming and going all the time. I think she's turning tricks up there.
- [policeman 1] Let's go. - [door opens]
[door closes]
[knocking]
[policeman 1] Police! Open up!
- [indistinct thudding] - I hear something.
Yeah. A woman who's had the shit beaten out of her.
[policeman 1] Well, just hold on.
[knocking] Police!
She could be bleeding to death!
- [grunts] - [child screams]
- [policeman 1] A kid! - [panting]
[gasps] Oh shit. No, no, no.
- [gasps] Hey. - [child wails]
[policeman 1] Clear!
[child wailing]
[policeman 2] 38 Vienna. We need an ambulance, now.
- [child wailing] - [water dripping]
[siren wailing in the distance]
- Head injury. She took quite a hit. - [paramedic] Okay. I got her.
AMBULANCE
[child] Mommy...
What if she's really hurt?
They'll take care of her, okay?
She was drunk and slipped. I guess the state police can sleep in.
We'll secure scene and wait for the doctor.
- Yeah. Yeah. - [engine starts]
[engine revving]
[siren wailing]
[policeman 1] I told you to hold on.
How was I supposed to know there was a child in there, huh?
I just wanted to... The woman might not have been dead.
Oh fuck!
- Hey. - [sighs]
That kid has lived through way worse than a bump on the head, okay?
[sighs]
- [mournful music playing] - [people speaking indistinctly]
[person coughs heavily]
BERLIN STAYS! #4
[drunkenly] No room left!
[person coughing]
[woman] Hey!
- Need an umbrella? - [spoon clatters]
[pensive music playing]
POOL OF BLOOD
DISPOSABLE SCALPEL
10 CM LONG AND CA. 2 CM WIDE
CAUSE OF DEATH: LOSS OF BLOOD PLUS A STRONG LIKELIHOOD OF SELF-HARM
FIG. 009
[machine beeps, whirs]
[thunder rumbles]
I didn't murder Herres.
That evidence was planted there!
- [thunder rumbles] - It was planted there!
Mussa!
- [thunder rumbling] - [rain pattering]
- [beeps] - [door security device buzzes]
Atlas?
Did you issue a warning before using force to enter?
- I... - We knocked on the door several times...
I'm asking Inspector Adebayo.
Did you issue a warning that you were gonna use force to enter,
yes or no?
- No. - I said, "Police. We're opening the door."
And there was no answer? You didn't hear anything?
No.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have let my colleague to kick in the door.
But you knew there was a child in the place.
- [scoffs] - No, we didn't know! The neighbor...
All she talked about were the guys who went in and out of her place.
She said nothing about a kid at all. Nothing.
[pensive music playing]
[breathes out]
Okay. So it's your word against the neighbor's.
- Okay, so that's it? - Yeah.
Let's go home.
- [puts glass down, exhales] - [policeman 1 puts glass down]
[policeman 3] Good day.
You guys are lucky that girl only got a concussion.
Shit. I gotta get to bed. See you in six hours.
- [policeman 2] See you! - [policeman 1] Night.
- I'm going for a run. - Hey.
You need to sleep.
Drive her home.
Come on.
[puts sugar down, grabs a spoon]
- Is there something I can do for you? - [stirring]
Yes. The Herres murder case. I need to see the file.
The Herres case? What for?
- [inhales] Mussa Basher killed himself. - Yeah?
[Atlas] Maybe...
a mistake was made back then.
What are you talking about?
Me finding the evidence and all that...
[inhales]
I can't remember any of it.
[chuckles in disbelief] What? What do you mean you can't remember?
- [knocking on door] - [door opens]
[man] Tom Schlefski is here.
- Thanks. - [door closes]
[pensive music playing]
[blows air]
I'll tell you what's going on here.
My sniffer dog had a burnout,
but instead of going to therapy, you've let yourself go.
I want you back at the 49th, but you really need professional help.
- I just wanna look at the file. - [chuckles] There's no way in hell.
You're not on the job.
Thank you.
- [door lock beeps] - [door security device buzzes]
[rolling briefcase wheels rattling]
Thank you.
[district attorney] My sniffer dog had a burnout.
But you really need professional help.
- [people screaming] - [policeman 2] There was this smell.
Kind of like roasted almonds and stuff like that. Christmas.
But then there was this other smell. Sweeter.
To me, that's what hell smells like.
- [commotion] - [therapist] Detective Atlas.
Do you have anything to share about what happened?
What's going through your mind?
- [fire roaring] - [people sobbing and screaming]
[silence]
[dynamic pop music playing]
[gasps]
[music stops]
[panting]
[knocking on door]
- [breathes heavily] - [door opens]
[angrily] You never said a word about there being a kid inside.
You never said a fucking word about a kid.
- [slams] - [knocking on door]
[yelling] Why didn't you say anything?
Mr. Schlefski? You were with Internal Affairs, right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
That's how I knew Herres.
- He was our pre-trial judge. A hard-ass. - He's missed.
- You work closely with the 49th, right? - Basher precinct, yeah.
The KDD is on it 24/7.
They take a lot of work off the LKA's shoulders.
Ah, Jule Andergast!
- Andergast. Is she related to... - Yeah, her daughter.
What have you got?
Morning.
Mussa Basher had cuts on his chest.
Self-inflicted. It's also mentioned in the doctor's report.
Yeah, he probably cut himself with the same scalpel
that he used to slit his wrists.
Yes. Well, I looked into the writing. It seems to be Arabic.
Huh. Maybe he carved "Allahu akbar" over his heart,
so seven virgins would be waiting for him in the hereafter.
- Seventy. - [district attorney] Excuse me?
Seventy virgins.
Jule, it's a suicide. We're not investigating.
I need you to quickly write a report, not dwell on photos of the corpse.
I just thought...
Don't. Go to the prison and find a trigger.
Maybe someone heard or saw something.
Important info can always be found after the fact.
It's grunt work. You can manage that, can't you?
- Mm-hmm. - [paper ruffles]
[door opens, then closes]
She's not tough enough. Her mother was made of steel.
- [dog barking in the distance] - [serious music playing]
[Jule] Mm...
Thanks.
He had eaten, had a shower, then, uh, went to work.
- That's about all I can tell you. - There wasn't an incident?
Intimidation or threats from other inmates?
Nah. He barely knew anyone in here.
- [gate alarm buzzes] - Did he have visitors?
[guard] So there he is with his mother.
That was three weeks ago.
Um, how about last week?
[sighs]
Okay. I'll print out the list of visitors for you.
- [keyboard clacks] - [guard] Anything else?
I need all video files from the visits he had.
Wrapped up with a bow?
Yes, please.
[door opens]
[phone ringing in the background]
Hey.
"Police crushed three-year-old behind door."
Mm-hmm. The Minister of the Interior wants an inquiry.
We didn't know there was a kid there.
The neighbor claims we did. She's lying. She needs to be questioned again.
Well, that rookie here already did this morning.
- [slams newspaper] - What?
[policeman walking away]
Uh... I just drove her home.
- Where is she? - [policeman 2] Call her.
[rolling briefcase wheels rattling]
[door opens]
- Oh. Thank you. - Sure.
Wait, uh, Ms. Andergast. I didn't introduce myself earlier.
I'm Tom Schlefski, LKA. Now with the homicide division.
Does your boss always treat you like that?
Um... She means well, I guess.
She's pretty tough. Was a close friend of my mother's.
- Yeah... "War on Gangs"? - [Jule] Uh-huh.
Works closely with the 49th. You too?
Nah. I'm an assessor.
- Okay. - [Jule] Have a nice day.
[Tom] Thank you.
Don't let her get you down.
[party music playing]
[policeman 1] Those two over there. Abou Basher and his father.
They don't think rules of the law apply to them,
and nobody gives them any shit.
Because they're a family that sticks together.
Even if one of them fucks up.
I know. [sniffs] What I did this morning was...
You were angry.
You're busting your ass every shift, and instead of pinning a medal on you...
- She never said anything about a kid. - No.
But in the future, let's deal with shit together. Okay?
Okay?
[sighs]
Without them, we'd be out of a job. But we can learn from them.
Nobody's gonna give us a hard time.
[sober music playing]
- [beeps] - [door unlocks]
[Jule] Basher brothers...
ARCHIVE
[inaudible]
[Jule] Okay, that's Abou Basher.
DEFENDANT: BASHER, M. COUNSEL: HARTLOFF, K.
- [Jule] Now, who are you? - [keyboard clacks]
[Jule] That's the same tattoo.
"Idris Kouri."
[Atlas] Shot point-blank.
[inaudible]
[Jule] And who are you?
"Jürgens."
[machine whirring]
Uh, hello?
Hello?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Jule shouts] Hey!
[siren wailing in the distance]
- [door security device buzzes] - [door locks]
[softly] Fuck.
Sorry, I left everything in the office.
- Cellphone, wallet, keys... - Here. Call the emergency locksmith.
- [Jule] Thanks. - And don't ever call me at home again.
[taps on car roof]
[disturbing music playing]
Um, I locked myself out.
Your card... was lying right here.
Beside the last document that you copied from the case file of Judge Herres.
- Uh... - Did Atlas talk you into it?
Who?
Mike Atlas.
Ex-49th. Reliable, good guy, but mentally unstable.
He's been feeling guilty since Basher's suicide
because he's the one who put him away. He's confused.
- You're not helping him, are you? - Um, I didn't copy anything.
I don't know who Atlas is.
I was working last night, and some guy was here
with a hoodie and a backpack.
[Hartloff] I didn't talk him into doing anything.
Atlas came to me.
And if he has doubts about Basher's culpability...
you could ask yourself why.
He is mentally unstable. He has gaps in his memory.
- Don't you dare take advantage of that. - With respect, bullshit.
- I'm only warning you once. - [Hartloff] He came to me...
- [phone beeps] - Asshole.
[disconnect tone]
[woman] Hey, hey. You can't go in there.
Point-blank, and no mention of residue.
[scoffs] Did you break into the prosecutor's office?
Look, the gun was found in Mussa's car. Why didn't he get rid of it?
He would've realized we could identify it as the murder weapon.
[Hartloff] That's what I said too.
- And Mussa's alibi? This Idris... - Kouri.
- [Atlas] Yeah. - [Hartloff] Allegedly they were fixing...
[Atlas] He left the country before trial. Why?
- It doesn't say here. - Because it wasn't important anymore.
Because super sleuth Atlas found four-millimeter strands
of Mussa Basher's hair in Judge Herres' driveway.
Do you think the evidence was fake? That it was planted?
[Hartloff] No!
I never once claimed that the evidence you found was fake at all.
I don't think you should come here again.
Good day.
We'd like to apologize for our colleague's behavior yesterday.
Yeah, well, immigrant background. You know.
[chuckles]
So your neighbor was quite a heavy drinker.
I rarely saw her sober.
And you believe she was a prostitute, right?
- Well, that much was obvious. - [policeman 1] And she even had a toddler.
Child protective services want to know if anyone in this house knew about that.
For failure to render assistance.
[tense music playing]
[policeman 1] What about you? Hm?
You didn't know there was a child living in that shithole, did you?
Well?
[kitchenware clattering]
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
Atlas. You stole my cellphone.
Borrowed. Did you ever look for Idris Kouri?
He left the country.
- But why? - [Hartloff] How should I know?
Why don't you know? You were Mussa's lawyer.
Because of the evidence you found. That's why.
I need my cellphone.
- I'll bring it over. - [phone beeps]
[chair rattles]
You still got my umbrella?
Find a place to crash yet?
If you want, you can have mine under the bridge.
I'm in an empty shack down by the canal port.
If you don't grope me, you can come.
[Atlas clears throat]
Thanks for the umbrella.
- [Atlas snorts] - [water running]
[moans]
[toilet flushes]
[pensive music playing]
[people speaking indistinctly]
- Excuse me? - Hello.
Do you know an Idris Kouri?
[in Arabic] Someone's here to talk to Idris.
Hello. I'm looking for Idris Kouri.
- What do you want from my son? - Your son?
Is he out of the country, or...?
Lawyer? Is that your office?
Why did he take off when he was supposed to testify in court?
Did the Bashers send you?
Idris is not responsible for Mussa's suicide.
At all.
If Abou comes by here again to threaten him...
Could he have given Mussa an alibi or not?
He said he was with Mussa fixing up cars.
But they found something before they went to court.
- But it's all over now, isn't it? - Where is Idris now?
He's in Agadir. That's his home.
- I'll tell him to give you a call, lawyer. - Please do.
As soon as he can.
MORE THAN 20 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR JOACHIM JÜRGENS
[ringing tone]
[disconnect tone]
- [knocking on door] - [door opens]
- [hangs up phone] - So?
- How's the grunt work going? - Wanna have a look?
That's Idris Kouri.
- See the tattoo? - [keyboard clacks]
[Tom] It's in Arabic...
Just like what Mussa Basher carved into his chest.
- [keyboard clacks] - [Jule] And now, here...
He's almost crying. For joy.
Four days before his suicide. The two are talking about something, and...
look how happy he is.
- Three days later he has another visitor. - [keyboard clacks]
[Jule] Now he's scared.
- Then, one day later, he commits suicide. - [keyboard clacks]
That's Joachim Jürgens, a private detective.
You're doing a lot of poking around.
[Jule] I'm supposed to find a suicide trigger.
I think it has something to do with these two visits he had.
Okay.
Is that your mom's official photo?
Nah, she always looked like that.
[chuckles] Hm.
- [walking away] - [door opens, then closes]
- [dynamic music playing on headphones] - [breathing heavily]
- [phone ringing] - [breathes heavily] Yeah?
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
[Tinka] Dad?
[elliptical machine beeping]
- Um... - [gentle music playing]
I... I'm... I'm at the gym.
I'm doing this... [pants lightly] ...interval training now.
It's really supposed to work. Some sort of afterburn effect.
What's with the dragon on your arm?
[exhales]
You saw that, huh?
It's... It's a tattoo.
My father doesn't want me to have tattoos, but...
[inhales] ...he's not around.
Uh, Mom's not working today.
She's baking a cake. Uh...
I... I usually do the cooking, but it's the holidays, so...
[cries, takes a deep breath] Listen, Tinka, I...
[breathes out] I'll call you back, all right?
- [exhales sharply] - [gentle music continues, then stops]
[doorbell rings]
- Hi. - [policeman 1 chuckles] You're cooking?
[laughs] Yeah. I'm baking Tinka a cake.
Trying to do the good mommy thing, don't you know? Come in.
The day before yesterday he snuck in again.
He spoke to Tinka.
And what did he say?
He just needed a backpack.
[policeman 1] Last night he broke into the district attorney's office.
- [Tinka's mom] What? - He copied a file.
What file?
[policeman 1] Judge Herres' case.
Remember him?
[chopping] Why would he?
[policeman 1] Mussa Basher killed himself in prison.
It seems to be really messing with his head.
Steck says he looks like a bum and seems confused. I...
What the fuck. It's been eight months now. What's going on?
[chopping]
[sighs, puts knife down] What's going on is...
He's turned his back on us.
It didn't just start eight months ago.
That's when he decided to walk away.
It had been years.
Since he joined the KDD. That totally changed him.
[flicks lighter]
[blows out]
Mike isn't as thick-skinned as you.
- I'm just a cold prick. - Oh, that's bullshit.
Then there was the Christmas market, and...
it all went downhill.
- That affected a lot of people. - [Lenni] Yes, but they sought help.
They went into therapy.
Mike didn't.
He shut down.
[bird chirping]
[blows out]
- I'll grab him and drag him to therapy. - [scoffs softly]
- But he's gotta want to do it. - Mm-mm. I won't ask him.
[exhales]
[Tinka] Hi.
[Lenni] Hi.
Hey.
Coming from the gym?
[sneering] Hmm.
[birds chirping]
Hey...
Wanna stay for dinner?
- [Jule] Hello? - Hello.
- [Jule] I'm looking for Idris Kouri. - One moment.
[employee speaking Arabic]
- Could you please tell me what this says? - [employee 2] Allah is mighty.
- [Jule] Allah is mighty? - Yeah.
[Idris' father] What do you want from Idris?
District attorney's office. I need to speak with him.
- Idris is in Agadir. - [Jule] Agadir?
But last week he visited Mussa Basher in prison.
He did not.
Whether he could've given Mussa an alibi or not is of no interest to me, okay?
Alibi?
For the judge's murder.
Judge Herres?
Why don't you people go after Abou Basher?
He keeps coming here and threatening Idris.
- How can I reach Idris? - You can't. I'll tell him to call you.
[pensive music playing]
[phone rings]
[slams]
- A man of his word. - I gave Idris' father your number.
What? Who? Why did you do that?
If Idris calls, find out why he ran away when he did.
Oh, Atlas, what for?
Mussa's alibi.
That would have been your job, counselor.
What is it that's eating away at you?
[sighs]
[Hartloff] Atlas?
Fix yourself up.
Get a haircut, buy yourself a new shirt and a bouquet of flowers for your wife.
And if after that you still want to reopen the Herres case...
then be my guest.
[Atlas folds the bill]
[door opens, then closes]
[dark music playing]
MURDERED JUDGE SUICIDE AT JVA
[knocking on door]
Mr. Jürgens?
[Jule walking away]
CALL ME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU! BERLIN DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE
[phone vibrating]
Andergast?
[man on phone] Why do you want to speak to Idris?
He was Mussa Basher's friend. Who is this?
Who am I talking to?
Meet me in the alley beside the fish store.
At seven o'clock.
[disconnect tone]
[phone beeps]
[insects chirping]
[Lenni] You spoiled her rotten for two years.
And now that you're barely home anymore, she misses you.
That I get, but, um...
[Atlas] She was like that with you too. She misses you as well.
I pitched her a tent.
- [Lenni] When are we going to pick her up? - [Atlas] When she wants to come home?
- [Lenni grunts affectionately] - [laughs gently]
All right, okay.
[gentle music playing]
[door opens]
[kisses]
[door closes]
[seatbelt buckles]
[engine starts, revs]
[mysterious music playing]
BERLIN POLICEMAN HONORED FOR DISTINGUISHED SERVICE
[music fades away]
Hey. Leave Idris' father alone. If you want to know anything, ask me.
What does this mean?
- Allahu akbar. - Bullshit. It's not the same as Idris'.
- [sighs] - Should I ask Idris' father?
It says "Idris." [sniffs]
And the tattoo above Idris' heart...
Says "Mussa."
Yes. Yes, they were lovers.
Yeah. They were together the whole night in bed.
The night the judge was murdered. Idris said he was being harassed.
If he confirms Mussa's alibi, they would tell his father he's gay.
- Who? - Some cop.
- [Jule] A cop? - Yeah.
Idris came back from Agadir last week. He wanted to stand by Mussa.
I need to talk to him.
Idris and that fucking cop.
[man] Abou!
Abou, come back!
[speaks Arabic]
[people speaking indistinctly]
[disturbing music playing]
[thud]
[Abou grunting]
- [grunts] - [policeman 1] That was for Atlas.
Tell me where you found him.
Fucking pig. [spits]
- [policeman 1] Where did you find him? - [coughs]
[angrily] Where did you find him?
[pensive music playing]
- [parking brake clicks] - [seatbelt unbuckles]
[people screaming in commotion]
[dog barking in the distance]
This is where we would always meet.
After school.
Idris, Mussa, and me.
[dog barking in the distance]
I'll see where he is.
[phone keyboard tapping]
[ringing tone]
- [ringing tone] - [a different phone vibrating]
[man] Idris?
- [ringing tone] - [a different phone vibrating]
Idris, the woman's okay, man.
[phone vibrating progressively louder]
- [man] Idris? - [phone continues vibrating]
- [pensive music swelling] - [phone vibrating]
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