Walking out of Neumann & Roscht, the dandy walks up to the garbage container from earlier to retrieve his worn out satchel. He then goes down the street, and another one, and then again. A full hour later, he has reached Neuköln, where he disappears in a deserted alley, through a hole in the fence.

He squeezes into an abandonned building through a broken window. We follow him. Down a dark hallway, he reaches a locked door, of which he has the key. The door swings open, revealing a quite rundown but nevertheless cosy apartment. He throws down the satchel. A blond wig spills out of it.

He strips off his suit, picks up something more comfortable and flops down into a gutted couch, wearing pajama pants and a cardigan. He slides a tablet and a folding keyboard out of the satchel and starts typing a reply to Neumann & Roscht.

Thanks for the bitcoin.

I'll spend the cash to send one SD Card full of Warner movies to each of the people you're threatened. Along with an apology for being such assholes.

Oh, and I'll send Warner a recap too.

Good luck finding work as legal mafia after that.

He then picks up his phone, and types one message.

Fuck you asshole. I hope you get fired from your precious job.