The Zytglogge Mission
OUTLINE
Carla Xanthis, a Swiss prosecutor investigating the banking transactions of a Russian pipeline company, is the target of a failed assassination attempt as she leaves her old Bern home for work. Oblivious to what happened, she is secretly contacted by Uri Yatom, the renegade Mossad agent who saved her life.
Back in the Middle East, Alexander the Russian Oligarch who heads the pipeline company, transfers his operations to Dubai where he purchases a bank. He moves to the Emirate with his key staff and Najwa, his Palestinian/Iranian girlfriend.
The plot thickens as the characters involved cross reference transactions and individuals.
MORNING, JUNKERNGASSE STREET, BERN, SWITZERLAND
Carla Xanthis, 35, a Swiss federal prosecutor, unlocks her bicycle just outside her apartment and starts riding when a stocky 40 year old pedestrian crosses the street towards her. As the two are about to collide, another cyclist, Uri Yatom, 33, storms from behind Carla and purposely runs into the pedestrian who then falls on the pavement, dropping his umbrella. As Carla stops, Uri maneuvers back towards the fallen pedestrian, picks up the umbrella and zooms downs the Bubenbergrain passage leading to the Aare river. Before Carla or other passerby's could get to the fallen pedestrian to assist him, a silver Mercedes sedan cuts them off to pick him up and continues its course as the man in the passenger seat, Boris, exits the car to runs after Uri. Carla and the other passerby's stare at each other in disbelief before continuing their journeys.
BUBENBERGRAIN PASSAGE, BERN
Uri continues his rocky ride down the outdoor stairway when he sees the silver Mercedes stopping at the bottom. As he hear the steps of the man following him getting closer, he dismounts his bike and hides behind and entrance still holding the umbrella. A mobile phone rings and Boris answers as he continues running down.
INTERIOR SILVER MERCEDES, AARSTRASSE, BERN
The Mercedes' driver, Dimitri, 38, holds his phone to his ear as he looks up the stairs.
Dimitri
(in Russian)
Look out... On your left!
BUBENBERGRAIN PASSAGE, BERN
Boris reacts to the warning a split second before Uri extends his leg to trip him. After dropping his phone and falling down several steps, he jumps back on his feet and reaches for his gun. Uri runs towards him and strikes him on the chest with the tip of the umbrella then kicks him under the chin. Boris drops unconscious.
INTERIOR/EXTERIOR SILVER MERCEDES, AARSTRASSE, BERN
Dimitri
(in Russian, to the injured pedestrian on the back seat)
Shit, he struck Boris! Get in front!
Dimitri exits the car and runs up the stairs.
BUBENBERGRAIN PASSAGE, BERN
A large group of school children walk down from the top of the stairs blocking the way. Uri jumps over a side wall and starts running through inner courts and garden. Dimitri cuts through a side alley and runs on a parallel path but is slowed down by multiple dead ends. Dimitri catches glimpses of Uri then lose him again several times as the chase continues.
EXTERIOR/EXTERIOR MATTENLIFT ELEVATOR, BERN
Uri jumps a last wall and runs across a parking lot towards a couple entering an outside elevator leading back to the old city. He gets in just as the glass doors close and sees Dimitri arriving at the scene while the elevator climbs rapidly.
The silver Mercedes reaches the parking lot as Uri continues his escape.
OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE
A replay of the opening scene through various city surveillance cameras which extends to Uri crossing the Kirchenfeldbrüke bridge aboard a black Alfa Romeo Giulietta.
MORNING, INTERIOR, DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE AND POLICE, BERN
Carla gets to her office late to pick up some files. A young female Assistant gathers her documents and fills a rolling briefcase.
Carla
(in Swiss German, looking at her laptop screen)
Shit... the train leaves in 12 minutes.
Assistant
(working rapidly)
Making sure all the subpoenas are there. Gunter Feurer called to say he'll meet you in the restaurant wagon. He tried your mobile but he couldn't reach you.
Carla
(scanning though a full inbox)
Yes, I got caught up in a bike accident.
Assistant
You're OK?
Carla
(shutting down her laptop)
Yeah, I didn't really get involved, it's like this guy came out of nowhere to save me from crashing into a wandering pedestrian, then stole his umbrella and disappeared down the Bubenbergrain!
Assistant
(closing the briefcase)
Who's umbrella?
Carla
(thinking)
The man's crossing the street I guess. He got picked up by a car and also vanished...
Assistant
(concerned as she hands the briefcase to Carla)
Wow! You're sure you're OK?
(looking at her phone)
9 minutes!
AFTERNOON, BERNER OBERLAND/URI, SWITZERLAND
Uri drives his black Giulietta through several trans-alpine tunnels in the heart of Switzerland.
EXTERIOR/INTERIOR, SERVICE AREA, URI, SWITZERLAND
As he reaches a highway service area, Uri parks and waits in his car until he notices the flashing headlights from a car parked on the opposite side of the highway. He picks up the stolen umbrella and crosses the austere pedestrian tunnel where he notices the emblem of the Canton of Uri, a cow's head with a buckle through the nostrils.
SELF SERVICE RESTAURANT, SERVICE AREA, URI, SWITZERLAND
Uri picks up a tray and lines up next to Aaron Hanin, a bulky man in his late 40s, at the self service food counter.
Aaron
(in Hebrew)
What the fuck did you get into?
Uri
(showing the umbrella)
The target was about to hit her. Probably with ricin.
Aaron
(looking at the umbrella's open tip)
Not our business.
The cook looks at them from across the counter.
Uri
(to Aaron, staring at the choice of sausages and boiled vegetables).
You guys spend too much time planning things and not enough living them.
(in German, to the cook)
One sausage with gratin please.
Aaron
(in English, to the cook)
What's in the sausage.
Cook
Veal!
Aaron
OK, give me two.
Cook
With gratin?
Aaron
Is there cheese in it?
Cook
No. Potatoes, butter and cream.
Aaron
(annoyed)
Just the sausages...
Uri
(to Aaron as they sit at a table with their trays)
I just picked up the umbrella and left, not to leave evidences.
Aaron
But you left an armed Russian hit-man unconscious on the streets of Bern!
Uri
(surprised)
They left him there?
Aaron
An ambulance was on its way when the others reached him. I didn't hear about the handgun though. They probably took it before he was taken away.
Uri
Did they find out about the toxin at the hospital.
Aaron
Not yet, but I heard they got a good description of your car... You got to get rid of it.
Uri
(pensive)
The Swiss are on to something. They could help us. They're on our side.
Aaron
The Swiss are on no-one's side. You were to follow the target and identify the network. Burn the car and fly back home... Tomorrow.
INTERIOR, PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL, SERVICE AREA , URI
After crossing back the pedestrian tunnel to reach his car, Uri stops by the service area's shop to buy cigarettes and picks up a Uri crested cap which he wears with amusement.
Uri
(in English, smiling to the cashier)
Do I look good?
Cashier
(in German , not understanding)
Nein. Deutsche.
AFTERNOON, HIGHWAY, UNDERWALD, SWITZERLAND
A surveillance camera records Uri's car driving through a tunnel.
DUSK, EXTERIOR/INTERIOR, ZURICH INTERCONTINENTAL BANK AG, SWITZERLAND
A surveillance camera records Carla Xanthis and Gunter Feurer, a 50something auditor from the Swiss Department of Finances, as they enter the building of the Zurich Intercontinental Bank AG along with a dozen Federal Police officers. They show a search warrant to the security agents as the police officers quickly bypass the gates and infiltrate the building.
INTERIOR, CEO'S OFFICE, ZURICH INTERCONTINENTAL BANK AG
As the bank's CEO, Julius Widmer early 50s, is being warned about the intrusion by a panicked employee, Carla and Gunter enter his office.
Gunter
(addressing the CEO)
Julius Widmer?
Julius
(hostile)
Yes.
Gunter
(holding the search warrant)
We have a warrant from the Department of Justice to search this building. We also have orders to shut down all communications and seize all mobile devices.
Julius
(aggressive)
Show me this order.
INTERIOR, ZURICH INTERCONTINENTAL BANK AG
Staff on all floors of the bank are quickly ordered to cease using their computers and to surrender their phones and mobile devices as IT specialists take over the bank's servers and cut the building's Internet access. Walking through the bank's luxurious corridors amidst stunned employees, Gunter is lead to the archives where police officers seize boxes of documents.
EXTERIOR, ZURICH INTERCONTINENTAL BANK AG
As police officers search employees exiting the bank, Carla is on the phone with her superior explaining that they might need several days to find what they're looking for and that letting the CEO go might jeopardize the case that she's building.
She stare at the flow of well dressed pedestrians and commutor on their way home from work.
INTERIOR, CEO'S OFFICE, ZURICH INTERCONTINENTAL BANK AG
As she questions the very evasive CEO, she gets call back informing her office informing her that the arrest warrant has been declined.
Julius
(looking out the window)
What is this mascaraed.
Carla
We have solid evidence showing steady transfers occurring from your transit. The Russian government is ...
Julius
Fuck the Russian... You can't suspend the operations of a whole bank because you are investigating one account. Don't you see the damage this causes us... (mad) Not only us... (gesturing outside) All of us!
Carla
It's the only way we have to act diligently.
Julius
(walking the room nervously)
I can't believe this... I got to make a phone call to Bern.
Carla
Please go ahead... We have to remain in your office though...
Julius
(through his mobile phone)
Roland! Julius... Not good. I have a team from the Department of Justice which stormed into our office just now. No, not a joke. Can you talk to someone and see what the fuck is going on... (looking outside) Yes, like 10 police cars parked downstairs blocking the door... Call me on my cell. The office lines are down!
144th FLOOR APARTMENT, BURJ KHALIFA BUILDING, DUBAI, UAE
On the 144th floor of the Burj Khalifa, Najwa, a 28 year old Palestinian/Iranian fiction writer, contemplates the sunset over the Persian Gulf. In the background, Alexander Nikitin, a 41 year old Russian businessman, gets an SMS urging him to log on to Epyks (a Skype derivative app).
Alexander sits on a sofa and opens a laptop as Najwa sits on the railing of the bay window, wearing a white cloth that catches the soft light of the setting sun.
Dimitri
(in Russian through Epyks)
She's the prosecutor. We tried to get to her before she got to Zurich but things got out of hands... as I'm sure you already know.
Alexander
That's OK, we have nothing in Zurich.
Dimitri
(hesitant)
Great... I'm relieved.
Alexander
You screwed up again Dimitri. I asked you to slow down the process, not to hit a government official.
Dimitri
(apologetically)
The subpoenas had been issued. They were heading for the bank.
Alexander
I knew that and we acted accordingly... This is not Africa, Dima.
Dimitri
(Protesting)
Sasha...
Alexander
Forget about it. Viktor is now in Geneva and he's taking over. Go back home.
Alexander closes the application and looks at Najwa's silhouette against the setting sun. He walks towards her and softly grabs her shoulders as he kisses her neck.
Najwa
(in English)
When I look at the sun, especially now when it's so red and peaceful, I see you my love. Bright, strong and peaceful.
Alexander
(in English, smiling)
I think of you when I see the sun rising... Then, all my senses emerge.
Najwa
Hmmmm... My senses emerge when you touch me.
Alexander
(gently pulling her body on the floor)
Ishtar... You're a goddess.
They make love on the floor.
EVENING, INSIDE TRAMWAY, BERN
Uri enters a tramway and walks passed Carla who is sitting down.
Uri
(wearing his Uri cap, standing next to Carla)
Excuse me. Carla Xanthis... Please do not look at me... My name is Uri. There is something important I'd like to share with you but we can't be seen together... here.
Carla seems suspicious as she looks around her, then stares out the window, nervously ignoring Uri.
Uri
Remember the accident across from your house yesterday morning? It was not an accident...
Carla reacts to Uri's claim and looks down.
Uri
Meet me at the Kornhauskeller at midnight. It's important.
Uri exits the tramways. Carla and Uri exchange quick glances through the tramway's window as it leaves.
EVENING, JUNKERNGASSE, BERN
Arriving in front of her building, Carla meets an old lady and vaguely questions her about the incident that occurred the day before. The old lady (a neighbor) answers that she didn't know of anything out of the ordinary except that an ambulance had picked up an injured man in the Bubenbergrain.
NIGHT, CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN
At home Carla is preparing a fresh juice mix on her kitchen counter while watching the news. She gets a call on her mobile phone.
Carla
(noticing the caller's ID on the display)
Franzi!
Franziska
(in Swiss German)
OK. So I looked into the case. (reading from a report) The victim is a Russian national named Lev Pichushkin. He entered Switzerland through Basel from either Vienna or Moscow on Friday. He was rushed to H+ by ambulance 20 minutes after a school teacher found him lying semi-unconscious on the Bubenbergrain. Early diagnostic was a contusion due to a head trauma. He stayed in observation for about an hour before leaving the hospital with 2 men claiming to be his work colleagues. We're waiting for the interrogation report from the nurse who talked to the 2 men. Her shift was over when our agents got back to H+.
Carla
So no one spoke to him?
Franziska
No. The guys we dispatched were waiting for him to get out of observation but when they called back to inquire, he was already gone. It happen right bellow your street no? You heard of something?
Carla
(hesitant and evasive)
No. I was just wondering what happened. Thanks for your help.
Franziska
(flirtatious)
Any time sweetie. Call me when you feel like seeing me.
Carla
I will...
Carla sips her juice pensively.
NIGHT, INSIDE THE KORNHAUSKELLER LOUNGE, BERN
Carla walks into the lounge area as a DJ X mixes a trans Bossa nova beat. She observes the crowd from the edge of the room, trying to recognize the man from the tramway. A waiter brings her a drink and mentions that it's from a man sitting at the bar. Carla sips on the drink walks toward Uri at the end of the bar.
Carla
(Stern)
I give you minute to tell me what's going on.
Uri
(Polite)
Please sit.
Carla sits next to Uri.
Uri
What I will tell you has to stay between us. Off the record... I didn't ask you to come here for official reasons.
Carla
I'm a Federal Prosecutor. Everything I do is official!
Uri
I work for a foreign government. Nothing I do is official. And I'm not here on business. Just to warn you.
Carla
(impatient)
30 seconds.
Uri
I'm the cyclist who pushed down the pedestrian in front of your house.
Carla
Why are you telling me this? Tell the police.
Uri
He was after you.
Carla
How do you know?
Uri
I was following him.
Carla
Why?
Uri
That's beside the point.
Carla
So what is the point?
Uri
They want you out. His job was to kill you.
Carla
Kill me?
Carla tries to look calm.
Carla (cont)
Who are you? What do you want.
Uri
Nothing, I just wanted to avoid an unnecessary victim.
Carla
I can't really talk to you.
Uri
Me neither.
Carla spots a surveillance camera as she walks out of the club.
NEXT DAY - DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE
Carla is in her office telling Gunter Feurer about her strange encounter the night before.
Gunter
(in Swiss German)
And you went to the Kornhaus alone?
Carla
Yes, the place was busy. It was not like meeting him in a parking garage.
Gunter
Why didn't you call the police.
Carla
I don't know. I didn't have any reason to fear him. And I did call my friend at the Cantonal Police. They didn't know much anyways. I don't want the file to be remove from me, Gunter. This is important to me. It's my first major case.
Gunter
I know someone who might be able to guide us through here. He's worked on several international cases.
Gunter search for a number on his mobile and dials it.
Gunter
Franz! It's Gunter... All Good... Not bad... Listen, I'm here with a colleague who is also a friend. She had a strange encounter and doesn't really know who to turn to. Do you think you could meet with us shortly to discuss... Yes we're at the Department of Justice... Yes a prosecutor... (embarrassed) Like mid thirties... Yes... She's here with me... Great, see you then.
Carla
He's available?
Gunter
Yes, he agreed to meet us now.
Carla
Which department does he work for?
Gunter
I don't really know. He's asked that we meet up with him at the Bellevue's Bar in 15 minutes.
Carla
That's fast.
ON THE WAY TO THE HOTEL BELLEVUE
Gunter
We met during military service. He was not really the army type. More of a Punkish guy. We liked the same music, got drunk together during days off... I lost track of him for a while. He skipped our yearly rehearsals and I guess got away with it. I think he was abroad. Then I bumped into him at an inter-agency meeting when we were looking into Duvalier's accounts, around 86 I guess. I don't know how he ended up there, but he was the one providing the best information. Since then, we see each other through mutual friends or at concerts. We never talk about work.
INTERIOR, HOTEL BELLEVUE BAR
Franz Meier, 49, sporty type, shaved head, discreetly waves towards Carla and Gunter as they enter a the bar of the Hotel Bellevue. Only a couple in their 70s sits in the background sipping on coffee.
Moments later... Carla, Gunter and Meier are drinking beer.
Meier
The man you met yesterday is probably from the Israeli secret service, Mossad. The man who was hit across from your house we don't know, nor do we know who the man which was found unconscious on the Bubenbergrain was. We have a hard time tracking all the Russians in and out of the country. What puzzles me is why the Israelis engaged with Russians here in Bern... on a bicycle.
Carla
He said to protect me.
Meier
Mossad don't usually intervene when it doesn't concern them... Xanthis, that's not Jewish if you don't mind me asking?
Carla
No, it's not.
Meier
(to Gunter)
Are you guys working on any Russian cases these days.
Carla
Unfortunately, I can't reveal the nature of ongoing investigations and I believe that Gunter's office is guided by the same prescription.
Meier
(smiling)
We all work for the same cause, Miss.
Carla
Sorry, our guidelines at the Department of Justice are very clear. We can't share our data.
Gunter
(to Meier)
We're investigating several accounts at the ZIB, some of which belong to Russian interests.
(turning towards Carla)
I'm Finance Carla.... Sorry... We're looking out for you here.
Meier
Oil companies? Anything related to Alex Nikitin?
Gunter looks towards Carla who acknowledges positively.
Gunter
Could be.
Meier
(to Gunter)
Then this could explain it. Before buying into the RPC, Nikitin was shipping ex-Soviet navy ships filled with weapons to the Middle East. He's high up on the Mossad hit list.
(to Carla)
And I supposed you guys threatened his assets here.
Gunter
Under request from the Russian Government.
Meier
He probably forgot to pay upstream.
(to Carla)
I suggest you take this very seriously. You probably know people Cantonal Police?
Carla
Yes, I suppose.
Meier
Then ask for their protection. They'll be back.
Meier looks at his phone and turns towards Gunter.
Gunter
Thank you Franz... How is your daughter?
Meier
Great. I wished I'd see her more often.
(to Carla)
By the way. No need to confuse the Cantonal Police with too much unnecessary information if you know what I mean. Better not to mention our meeting.
Carla looks towards Gunter who nods at Meier.
Gunter
(joking)
At the Bellevue bar... Who would believe us anyways.
Meier
(standing up)
Nice meeting you Ms Xanthis, and good luck.
Carla
Same here. Thank you for your time.
WALKING OUT OF THE BELLEVUE HOTEL
Carla and Gunter walk out of the hotel.
Carla
So we do have a secret service after all.
Gunter
Not officially...
YENISH CAMPGROUND, AARGAU, SWITZERLAND
Uri drives his black Giulietta into a Yeniche camp where kids interrupt a soccer game to let him through. He walks out of his car and tries to locate the head of the clan. A stalky bearded Man walks towards him.
Uri
(In German)
Good afternoon.
Man
(in German)
Hi.
Uri
You live in a beautiful valley.
Man
Thank you.
Uri
(In broken Yiddish, extending his hand)
My name is Uri.
Man
(In Yenish, shaking Uri's hand)
Stephan... Where are you coming from?
Uri
(In broken Yiddish)
Here and there... I travel a lot.
Man
(In Yeniche)
And where did you learn to speak Yeniche?
Uri
(In German)
I speak a little Yiddish. Similar I guess.
The man acknowledge with his head.
Man
(In German)
What are you looking for?
Uri
Actually, I would like to leave my car with you for a little while.
Man
(Hesitant, looking at the car)
We don't usually take things from strangers. Better find another place.
Uri
I can't now. Registrations is good for another 6 months at least. You can drive it as much as you want.
The man skeptically looks at the car.
Uri
(Smiling)
I would just ask that you drop me in Buch, at the train station.
SHEIKH ZAYED ROAD, DUBAI
Alexander is driving his Tesla Roadster through Sheikh Zayed's Road. He gets an SMS on his mobile phone: EPYPS-V. We hear the sound of the electric engine slowing down as he pulls to the side, flips open his laptop, seeks an open WiFi connection and launches the app.
Alexander
Viktor!
Viktor
(At the other end, in Russian)
Hey.
Alex
You're in Zurich?
Viktor
No, still in Geneva.
Alex
Well, stay there.
Viktor
What about Dimitri?
Alexander
We're closing Zurich.
Viktor
(hesitant)
Ok...
Alexander
(looking at a row of high-rises)
We're opening here in Dubai.
Viktor
What do you mean? We're... You're already in Dubai!
Alexander
No man. We're opening a bank in Dubai. Plenty of brand new empty buildings here. Sharia banking... We don't need the points anyways... You'll get a floor to yourself!
Viktor
(joking)
Great. What about girls and vodka...
Alexander
(Laughing)
Don't worry about it. It'll do you good.
Viktor
Ok. So what's next?
Alexander
Lay low. Keep an ear for the Swiss and an eye on this girl. Also, don't tell me Dimitri's guys both got mugged by some cyclist on the streets of Bern. See if the Swiss are on to something.
Viktor
Could be from home?
Alexander
On a bike? No... Plus they wouldn't have left them there... Alive.
Viktor
You heard about Dima's crew?
Alexander
No.
Viktor
Just heard the local news here... They found trace of Botulinum in a blood sample taken on an "Eastern European Type" during his visit at the hospital and launched a nationwide search to find him. They're concerned about an outbreak and want to identify the source which they believe is food-borne.
Alexander
Botulinum! Can't be from home... And now Dima's gone!
Viktor
If they didn't make it out of the country, they might have taken cover around here.
Alexander
In Geneva?
Viktor
Yeah, not far. Let me check on a lead.
Alexander
Good.
(moment)
Oh... and Viktor.
Viktor
What?
Alexander
Don't let this escalate any further.
TRAIN STATION, BUCH, AARGAU
Uri is looking at a photo of Carla on his phone then stares through the train's window as a speaker voice announce the departure of the train bound for Schaan, Liechtenstein.
EXTERIOR, ROAD, LAVAUX REGION, VAUD
Viktor drives his Mercedes sedan in and out of tunnels on Highway E62 overlooking Lake Geneva. Surveillance cameras record his passages.
EXTERIOR, KORNHAUSBRÃœKE, BERN
Gunter is crossing the Kornhausbrüke Bridge reading news updates about the Botulinum scare on his smart-phone when a private call notification appears on the screen.
Gunter
(promptly)
Feurer.
Meier
(over the phone)
Cute but pretty uptight your prosecutor, Gunter.
Gunter
(smiling)
Yeah well she's not for you Franz. I think that she doesn't walk the walk.
Meier
Well too bad for of us.
Gunter
She's a good girl and a strong prosecutor. I want to help her out.
Meier
I'm sure you do... By the way, I wanted to let you know that the guy we talked about, not the one on the news, the other one, is on the lose. Even his people are looking for him. Let me know if he resurfaces at your end. I'd like to know.
Gunter
(annoyed)
Well, I'll see with Carla... And what about this Botulinum case.
Meier
Can't speak about it. Tschüss.
EXTERIOR, WINERY, LAVAUX, VAUD
Viktor parks his car on the side of a narrow road overlooking a winery and crosses the vines towards the back entrance of the main building. No one's in sight except for a leashed up barking German Shepherd. He enters the cellar which doesn't appear to have been used in years and hears someone calling. As his sight adjusts to the darkness, he discovers a man lying on a makeshift bed.
Boris
(agonizing, in Russian)
Here... Here...
Viktor
(surprised by Boris' condition)
Where are the other ones?
Boris
They went back home to get an antidote. I got struck by our poison.
Viktor
Our's
Boris
Some guy came out of nowhere, stole Vlad's umbrella and turned it on me when I caught up with him.
Viktor
Russian?
Boris
No, he said something in English... I think.
Viktor
When did they leave?
Boris
I don't know, I've been in and out since then. This thing is killing me. Get me something fast.
Viktor moves closer to Boris and chokes him with one hand. Boris convulses for several seconds then rests inert.
Viktor carries the body outside and dumps it in a dry well. He unties the German Shepherd which remains still, then drives away as the sun is setting over the French Alps.
INTERIOR, FRANZISKA'S APARTMENT, BERN
Franziska Wenger, 35, a Bern Cantonal Police investigator, opens the door to Carla.
Carla
(nervous, in German)
Can I come in?
Franziska
(shocked, letting her in)
Of course. What's going on, you look so pale.
Carla
(collapsing into Franziska's arms)
I'm scared Franzi... I'm scared.
FRANZISKA'S LIVING ROOM, BERN
Franziska gently massages Carla's naked back on a yoga mattress.
Franziska
Ssssshhhhhttt.... Relax Carla... No one is going to hurt you.
Carla
(being massaged)
I don't want to file an official request. They'll take the case away from me.
Franziska
Stay here for a few days. Can't you call in sick? We'll figure it out tomorrow.
Carla
Ok, I guess I could work from here... Thanks for being there for me Franzi.
Franziska
(as she runs her tongue over Carla's spine)
My pleasure baby, my pleasure.
Carla turns over and removes Franziska's T-Shirt as they starts kissing.