Moritz has nothing to do with it!
I don't care. He's seen too much.
That's M1000. He doesn't speak to the police.
It doesn't matter who it is.
- What's going on? - Fuck.
The police know who our dealers are
and where they store our drugs.
Until I know who our mole is, I can't…
Hey!
Listen! I can help you!
I know who the mole is.
What are you saying?
There is no mole.
- No, no, no, I can help you! - Just a minute.
Your phones are the mole.
You're probably using WhatsApp, Telegram, Threema…
The police can read absolutely everything.
I've heard.
If you're not using your own tool, you're an open book.
You need secure communication with encrypted handsets.
Hello.
Hello?
Help!
So bug-proof mobile phones with their own server….
Let me out.
That means that no one can hack them and no one knows what's happening.
- Not the police or anyone else. - Help!
An app of your own. A messenger. Something like…
Help!
…Brochat.
Sorry, but I cannot concentrate.
- One moment. It's too much for me. - Let me out of here!
Hold on, Behzat, that's my…
Boss!
- Who was that? - Bloody hell.
And you can deliver that for us, yeah?
Yeah.
Good. You have one week.
Then we'll see you here again. Same time, same place.
Freshly showered.
It was a bit too spicy, huh?
Hmm?
Ew.
Moritz!
Man, that was crazy, yeah?
But you really came up with something. That could have really gone wrong.
Could have? Instead of buying BonusLife, I have one week to program
encrypted software for Behzat's drug ring, otherwise he'll finish us off!
It did go wrong, I'd say!
Why did you never tell me how your friend earns his money?
Frozen foods, my arse!
"This, that, frozen foods…" That's what I said.
Murder and drugs aren't "this and that"!
I didn't know that they kill people.
I thought a couple of drivers sold a bit of grass or something.
Don't be like that! You sold drugs yourself.
- Yeah. I didn't wanna get involved again! - Me neither.
I went to jail for Behzat
so he would give me cash for my own business.
So I'd never have to deal with illegal stuff again.
Fuck.
Maybe it wasn't the best plan.
But where was I meant to get starting capital from?
I thought it didn't really matter where the money came from.
We must be here in seven days, of course.
So we're gonna think about how we get here
while Behzat thinks "deadlines" are to be taken very literally.
- In English, "Dead, literally", means… - I know what literally means.
Fuck.
What exactly are you doing?
BeReal. I'm late, and if my sister hears I lied to a drug lord,
she'll tell the police.
You lied to him?
Why?
Man, I had a fucking pistol in my face.
Literally! It's impossible in that time to create that kind of software on my own.
And of course I should have known that… You can't program anything.
I don't need a bullshit specialist, I need a fucking cybersecurity specialist!
Man!
- Mo… - Fuck.
Some complications cannot be overcome with just anyone.
You need a long-time friend who forces you to think differently.
You can't fool him because he knows you inside out.
Steve Jobs, for example, once said that he and Woz
could solve problems together that would have defeated them alone.
The disadvantage is,
when you've known each other forever, so much has had happened
that there are phases when you can't talk to each other openly.
That's completely normal.
Then you need a sort of replacement friend.
Kind of a clone, that doesn't judge you.
That's only interested in the solution to your problems
and doesn't want to know exactly why you have the problem.
I need your help, Lenny.
Dude, tell me something fucking new.
What is it now, Mo?
What are the best Star Wars films in descending order?
5, 7, 6, 4, original theatrical release.
3, 1, 2, 9, 8. Rian Johnson is a criminal.
Okay, it's you.
I need a 100 per cent secure communication software for a drug lord.
Are you serious? You never learn, do you?
Wait, it wasn't really my…
I have one week. Does something like that already exist?
No. If it was my company, then I'd build the software from scratch.
Purchased software can always be hacked.
Sometimes it's better and safer for everyone
when they don't know what they're working on.
It's like with the cuckoo.
They lay their eggs in other birds' nests.
Like marsh warblers' for example.
Or the robins'.
Then, they hatch their eggs for them.
Problem solved.
The marsh warbler doesn't care because they're hatching eggs anyway.
We have decided to turbo-boost our business.
This means that starting next month,
BonusLife will officially have, in Thomas Müller, its first ever investor.
"The future depends on what you do today."
- Anyone have anything else? - No!
- Otherwise, let's call it a meeting. - Yeah, er…
I've had some time to look at our system over the last few days.
And while doing so, I hacked the company's communications.
- What? - While doing a security check.
I mean, I carried out a security check.
- And to be frank, why? - Thanks for asking, Dan.
I'll elaborate a bit.
Firstly to say, it was super easy.
You only use self-programmed software in all areas.
Except for your internal communication.
The data is stored on servers in the USA,
and not with end-to-end unfortunately, but transport-layer encryption.
- So anyone with access to the servers… - …has access to our communications.
I know.
Hmm. You know?
Dan, we talked about this at the time.
You wanted to invest in an e-bike fleet instead?
I apologise that our blue planet is so close to my heart.
Totally.
- Thanks, Dan. - Hm.
But while our communication continues to run on purchased software,
it's not secure.
Despite encryption. In theory, anyone can read it.
This could even include sensitive data.
I've pulled up a few of your chats to demonstrate this.
You said Yeezys were still the shit!
Er…
Yeah, I… They were, you know, until Kanye… Then I saw…
Great business management, Dan. But from a data protection perspective…
Well, it's difficult. Especially when we could do better.
At BonusLife we have one of the best cybersecurity specialists in the land.
Yeah. Our dear Lenny that I know, would have said…
"I'll build the software myself. Purchased software can always be hacked."
Because our customers are gamers.
And nerds, like us two.
One data leak in the press ruins our reputation. On our arse.
I mean, you probably remember the GTA VI at Rockstar data leak?
Angry customers leaving,
share prices plummeting, lawsuits for damages?
Game over.
No BonusLife.
And above all, no investor.
We really need to build our own chat thing.
All of a sudden?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can shift priorities.
I'll create a Scrum project, small and lean.
Mo and I will look after security. Two team members can do cosmetics.
If you're Scrum Master, then I'll take over sprint planning?
- Frontend, backend, security. - Daily Scrums, regular backlog grooming.
We can speed up the process if we stop daily stand-ups…
Three sprints will be enough. I think we'll be done in a month or so.
A month, yeah?
Ah, yeah. That's tough, no? Definitely six weeks.
- Er… - Well everyone, you heard him.
Sprints, sprints, sprints! Life isn't a marathon.
Great meeting!
Just to spell it out again.
On TV the police are your friend and there to help.
In reality, they're only interested in the number of stars on their shoulders.
They don't want us to know what they know. Instead, they want to know what we know.
And so, keep quiet.
It's great this worked out.
I'm always happy to hear what the press has to say.
Hmm.
Super exciting, police work, eh?
- Huh? - Hmm.
So, what's this about?
The drug dealers who've been turning up dead all over.
WHO'S THE DEAD MAN FROM THE CANAL? POLICE INVESTIGATE
Ah yeah, I see.
Isolated cases. The usual gang crime.
According to our research, there's a possible link between the cases.
Something I would know.
And so?
Well, we're convinced this man here is the head of the group.
Aha.
Where did you get this information?
I see.
I don't speak to the press about ongoing investigations.
You should know that.
But maybe you could help me out sometime. I'll be happy to get in touch.
Do you have a business card?
Thank you.
And your name was?
Uh… Lisa Novak.
Elif.
Elif, sorry. I…
I know always saying sorry is shitty.
But we did get something out of him, right?
Sorry, but the way he shut down when I took out the flyer
must mean they're investigating in the same direction?
You can't be blabbing. I've told you before.
From now on, not a word to anyone.
Not even your imaginary best friend, the one you talk to in the mirror.
Don't tell her about our research. Is that clear?
Now, take one of these, and cancel your plans for the week.
We're travelling to your hometown to look into Brofrost.
Fuck!
Bill Gates once drew up 11 rules for life.
And the first of these is,
"Life is not fair. Get used to it."
Things in life don't turn out the way you imagined them.
They usually turn out much, much shittier.
- Hello, Ilgen? - Hey Ersan!
This Dan from BonusLife keeps trying to get hold of me.
- He wants to know what's going on. - This BonusLife thing, it's over.
Erm…
- If he calls, just don't answer. - Oh. Okay.
I thought Moritz and you were a good team. How wrong can you be.
Have a nice life.
Life doesn't give a shit about your dreams.
Bill Gates' rule number six is,
"If you fail, it's not your parents' fault."
Please leave a message for Mr Thomas Müller.
"So don't complain about your mistakes. Learn from them."
If your plan is in danger of failing, you need to change your team.
After all, it is the people in your own team
who decide whether you succeed or fail.
- Gotcha. - No, of course, yeah…
But sometimes it's not so easy to win over people with the right skills.
You have to make yourself attractive as an employer.
And have convincing arguments for an offer that they can't refuse.
Bill Gates' last rule is,
"Be nice to nerds. Chances are, you'll work for one."
Kira?
What a coincidence!
Moritz?
- What the fuck are you… - Yeah, I… I was just…
I mean, now that we're here. Er…
- I had a small, um, technical question. - Have you been following me for long?
Not that long.
- Don't know. Maybe five to seven minutes. - Moritz, I was there for over two hours.
Yeah, okay. Maybe half a day.
Listen, I just need a minute. It's about Lenny's job.
It's really complex.
Lenny's helping, but we won't finish on time.
- On time for what? - Huh?
I'm not stupid. On time for what?
I assume that you don't want Lenny to know about the guy you know in Fritzi's bar?
You little piece of shit. You want to blackmail me?
You wanna tell Lenny I'm having an affair? You have no idea.
"A portrait of Scott Stenton."
"Who is this headhunter
who brings the best IT talents in the world to Silicon Valley?"
Affair? He's not even in your league.
Well, you're out of his league. You know what I mean.
Lenny thinks you're waiting tables at Fritzi's.
Instead, you're doing regular work for him.
Now he's offered you a permanent job in San Francisco,
and as you absolutely said, "No", he's flown over to convince you to go.
So? Why don't you finally do it, huh?
Both of us know that sooner or later, Lenny is going to be dumped and left here.
Know what I'm gonna do now? I'm going to tell Lenny everything.
He won't like it, but we'll find a solution.
And do you know why?
We're in love.
So, yeah. How clearly can I say it?
It's a bit like how you love yourself with somebody else.
And after, I'll tell him how you tried to blackmail me.
And then…
Bye-bye, Mo.
Hmm.
Not if I get there first!
Bye, Kira!
Oh, battery running low?
So tragic. Hopefully you'll still make it home.
"Kira doesn't want us to be friends, Lenny."
"She shouted, Lenny."
Oh, what's wrong? Only work out your arms in jail?
Never skip leg day!
You can't even park a scooter in front of your house!
Oh, fuck!
Paragraph 40, Narcotics Law.
Commercial drug trafficking.
Minimum one year.
I got eight years, Kira.
Paragraph 25, Section 2, Criminal Code.
"If several persons offend jointly, each shall be sentenced as a perpetrator."
- Get to the point. - You weren't innocent in MyDrugs.
You'll maybe get three years? Fewer with good behaviour.
Lando probably won't be able to go with you.
- Shame there aren't family prisons. - You wouldn't do that.
Yesterday I saw someone get murdered.
If we don't finish this software, I'll be next.
Don't tell me what I will or won't do! I need Lenny.
What's more, you. And keep it to yourself.
Moritz?
- What are you guys doing? - Lenny.
You're being loud and Lando's asleep.
- I was on my way… - I was…
Shh!
Moritz told me about the software problem.
- He did? - Yeah.
I was asking Kira if she could try and help us to finish it.
Before the investor finds out we have a gap in security.
Yeah, exactly. We haven't seen a lot of each other recently,
so I thought a joint project while Lando is in nursery.
Why not?
I'd like to do some programming again. Encryption has always been my thing.
And working with you…
So?
Up for a joint hackathon holiday?
I'd be prepared to put up with Moritz even being there.
- She didn't mean it. - Do.
Yeah, why not?
Like before, yeah?
We'll start tomorrow, okay?
- Yeah. - Great.
I can't slam the door because of Lando, but in my imagination, it's so.
It's great you're all here.
I've taken the liberty as Scrum Master of summarising our planned sprints.
- Welcome to hackathon! - Kira takes care of encryption.
Lenny the backend in yellow.
I do the frontend. The others take care of the little things.
We should be done in five days.
Okay!
JavaScript encryption package bindings.
APIs are stable. Compose File added to repo.
Develop against a local instance.
- Is it complete? - Got a .env file?
On it.
Refactoring, then I'll merge.
Found your feet.
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
- Looks good, Lenny. - Kira, can I test the encryption?
Yeah, use my current feature branch.
- Show me how I generate the keys? - It's in the document.
What is our plan for tomorrow?
- Oh, fuck. Dan what are you doing here? - Sorry.
- Why do you look like shit? - I need some more.
Sorry, you can't have any more.
- Huh? Why? - Have you seen yourself?
You look like you've been hit by a car.
You know how stressful having a company is?
You've had stress with the company for years.
When this thing with the investor is done, then…
You'll stress about something else.
If you want to have real success, you also have to have real problems.
Dan, you're trying to be the perfect guy. But you don't have to do that.
No one's gonna love you more 'cause you have success.
Fuck you, Fritzi. And what do you know, huh?
You have a fucking bar.
- Shock me, baby, all night - We're powered up
Shock me, baby, all night Shock me…
Hello, we're doing research into Brofrost.
Can we ask you a few questions?
- We guarantee you stay anonymous. - Piss off.
- Two minutes? - We guarantee…
…employees of…
Fuck, yeah!
We're powered up
Good job, guys.
It's hard to believe we managed it, huh? In five days.
I've got a load of pizzas.
Pizzas.
Well, first, as you can see, I sent everyone home.
They were exhausted.
Second, you'll only be done when the brute force test is over in…
eighteen hours?
And third, if you really think I'll sit calmly
with a disgusting little blackmailer like you and eat pizza diavola,
then you're an even worse narcissist than I think.
Sorry, Mo, but nobody wants to eat pizza with you.
Get over it.
Very few people who have achieved big things have any friends.
Facebook only exists because Zuckerberg didn't have any.
The more successful you are, the fewer people there are you can trust.
Who you can be completely honest with.
- Hey, Lisa! - Have it!
So, a potential favourite drink for you to try,
And this is known as Touchdown.
- All yours. - Thank you.
- Mmm. Tastes like an ice lolly. - You actually like alcohol!
- There's alcohol in this? - Hmm?
Well, what can I say? Yeah. Hardened criminal.
Erm…
So tell me…
How are you?
And how's the research?
About these murders?
Ah so, just erm… We've decided to put it on ice.
- My boss said the story isn't exciting. - Ah, good.
Good there's something better you can concentrate on.
- Yeah. - Or…
And how's it going at BonusLife?
[chokes Erm…
Yeah…
Yeah, er… Life's good.
Oh. Sorry.
Okay, it's not always possible to be completely honest.
I'll have another one.
Hey, Lisa!
You just have to make sure that none of the lies catch up with you.
I went over the numbers you sent to this Thomas Müller guy you spoke to.
These aren't the forecasts that I prepared, are they?
Of course they are. Well, I embellished them a bit, but…
Yeah, but you do know why bookkeepers exist?
- Yeah. - This is a profession.
No one's noticed before.
But Thomas Müller and his team
aren't a little local savings bank from the provinces.
They're pros. Of course they're not answering your calls.
You can't easily fool them.
Dan.
BonusLife is history.
Get over it.
I'm out.
Oh!
Shh! Marie will go to the police.
Ow.
Gosh, thanks. For bringing me home. I wouldn't have got here otherwise.
Sh.
I would say we have a new drink for you.
Mission accomplished.
Touchdown!
- I'm really thankful. - Mmm.
Enjoyed it. No prob.
Yeah, but… For everything.
I'm really happy, um, there's still us.
Is it okay if I crash here?
Have you got a T-shirt?
I can't be bothered to go halfway across Rinseln.
Oh I, um… I'm sure I've got a sleeping mat.
Nonsense, come here. Oh, yum, yum, yum.
Ooh!
Did you sleep well?
Five stars on Yelp.
You?
Yeah. Second best waking up experience after the first night in prison.
Mm.
Er, yeah, I'm still in my hometown. But yeah, I'll come.
It looks like there's a development with…
er, the other article.
Just quick.
How awkward would it be if I run into your dad
on the way to the bathroom on a scale of one to ten?
Twelve?
Okay.
And would it be gross if I used your toothbrush?
Uh… Mm…
Yeah, okay. I'll use… finger.
Zero, zero, zero.
Oh, Lisa.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ha!
What are you doing?
- You got a message and… - You thought you'd hack into my phone.
I wouldn't call it hacking.
- You said you wouldn't do this research. - I did say that. And?
These people are dangerous.
Oh yeah? What do you know about them, Mo?
Nothing.
Just promise me you'll leave it alone, okay?
Maybe I'll just keep doing my thing and you do yours.
Or not, huh? Better not keep doing yours.
I used your toothbrush by the way.
…or a Google Pixel, but who trusts Google?
Cryptophone is a Fairphone 5.
You can now transfer the software to everyone for your Brochat.
Worst name ever.
This thing's more secure than the phone of the US president
in the black box of Air Force One parked at Fort Knox.
And you can't use it without the PIN.
I want you to leave us alone.
A two-kilometre Moritz-free zone around Casa Sander.
If you've understood what I've said, just scowl.
Mmm, that's good.
So you don't forget, I built a backdoor in the software.
If you're stupid enough to show your face at ours again,
then it's one click and your communication will all go online.
- Are you stupid? What do you think… - Guys?
I'm looking at the code again now.
Did you build in a backdoor, Kira?
Hmm?
Okay, what's going on?
Hmm?
Huh?
- Moritz blackmailed me… - Kira wants to run off to Silicon Valley.
Okay, we'll talk about this later.
Moritz?
The less you both know, the better.
Mo?
You promised not to drag me into any shit.
- That's why I asked her! - She's my wife?
I'm your friend? The last few days… It's been like the old days.
I want everything to be as it used to be. Lenny and Moritz.
It already is.
You lie to me and use me for your shit. Just like the old days.
"Lenny und Moritz."
And you also lied too!
Yeah.
You own half of BonusLife, I hear.
I don't care how you know that.
It's best you're fired, Moritz. Without notice.
I'm not arsed.
But two per cent of the company is still mine.
Okay.
But every time you receive a payment, remember I hate you.
And that Dan and I get 50 times as much.
Only 24.5 times as much!
The PIN.
Capital F.
Lowercase U, lowercase C, lowercase K,
capital M, zero,
lowercase R, lowercase I,
lowercase T, lowercase Z.
Exclamation.
Yeah, it's… It means that
maybe I shouldn't be messed with.
All of these devices have been prepped.
This has the only copy of the source code
you can use to equip as many crypto phones as you like.
The server is located in a completely inconspicuous place.
Hmm.
What about the emojis?
Words can be misunderstood, can't they?
Emojis are clear. A gherkin is a gherkin.
Without emojis, this thing is of no use to me.
Yeah, emoji support can be integrated
into the next Brochat server update…
The name looks great, and then that lovely colour…
Ice blue.
And this cool penguin sound. You've done a really good job.
Okay. Can we get going?
No.
Before you go.
Your cash?
You are a really good team.
And I'm prepared to invest in both of you.
Together.
I think one million is appropriate for your joint business. As a loan.
I thought our payment was that we stay alive.
Do I look like an asshole, hmm?
But if you don't want the money…
Behzat, abi, that's unbelievably generous of you,
but we're going our separate ways now.
- Moritz and I would actually… - 1.1 million. Plus legal costs.
The first year is interest free.
Oh, that's good.
Great.
I believe in you two.
Survival of the fittest.
Most people think that means the strongest survive.
But actually, it means that the one who can adapt best survives.
Like the cuckoo.
Behzat?
Haven't I always told you? Only for emergencies.
Yeah, I know. But it is an emergency.
I think we have a problem.
Okay, I may have left out a small detail earlier.
As soon as the cuckoo chicks hatch,
they throw the other chicks out the nest so they have all the food.
A shame for the marsh warbler.
And the robin.
It's survival though.
Evolution, I mean.
Everyone can't survive.