Solvent

(light switch clicks; bulb chimes)

So lovelies, here we go.

Helmet cam on, LIDAR autofocus works.

Sound? All good.

Okay, fun part first, the legal statement.

It is March 8th, 2023, 7:00 a.m.

We are at 2003 Egelsau

near Stockerau, Lower Austria.

This contract for specialized tracking services

is entered into by and between the client,

Dr. Krystyna Szczepanska representing the IHUW,

Warsaw, Poland, and the contractor,

Relocator Europe, LLC,

represented by its founder and CEO, Gunner S. Holbrook.

And that's me...

Dr. Szczepanska, do you accept?

Yes, you are our truffle pig of choice, Gunner.

Indeed I am.

You know that's what they called me

in the army, Truff?

Of course I know.

You tell me every goddamn time

we work together.

Always a pleasure doing business with you, Krys.

-(Gunner chuckles) -Absolutely.

I mean, I am getting the friends and family discount.

These little piggies are my assistants, Kyle Edward Boll,

and my local contact, Richie Fischvogt.

Say cheese, Richie.

Ah, your positivity is infectious, guys.

Anyways, here is

all our fancy gear.

Calibrated, ready to rumble.

Getting there.

According to labor laws,

we are equipped with FFP3 masks

and protective suits.

The mold situation will most likely be a shitshow.

Hope we won't be huffing and puffing

and blow the house in...

This is my colleague, Magistra Cornelia Dunzinger,

University of Innsbruck.

We hired Mr. Holbrook and his team as experts

in tracking lost, hidden, and potentially fragile goods.

This is the farm of Wolfgang Zinggl,

a retired farmer who disappeared in 2014

at the age of 94.

No one knows what happened to him.

My name is Ernst Bartholdi.

I am the grandson of Mr. Zinggl.

I run a PR boutique in Vienna,

so I'm not here very frequently.

The story of the building and the story of my grandfather

is indeed strange.

He was very fit,

up until his 90s, actually.

But the last years of his life,

he became kookier and kookier, I would call it.

And, uh, one day he disappeared.

So we assume that he got lost doing a walk

in the nearby forests or swamps,

but his body was never found.

Of course, the locals

immediately started spreading ghost stories

or blaming the immigrants, as always.

According to Austrian law, he was declared dead

after five years at the end of 2019.

The remaining family took possession of the building,

but all was delayed

and nothing really happened

up until after the COVID pandemic.

I spent a lot of time here on the farm.

For example, here in the garden:

I built tree houses and things like that.

I really like the property.

I have the keys and, uh...

All right, masks up, final gear check.

Let's roll.

Hmm...

Ah, it's pretty sad

seeing it in this condition.

No power?

Yep. And no water or gas.

What a godawful shit of a fuck.

Oh, that's funny!

That's me and my mom.

Seems he was a popular guy...

but pretty messy.

Ah, that's him and me at my confirmation.

Yeah, as a recovering Catholic,

I can totally relate.

I got my first PC doing it.

Pretty good deal.

Did you ever talk

about politics to your grandparents?

No, that was never a big thing in my family.

We never had a big discussion about it,

especially not the war.

But there were always hints of something.

Just one example.

The first movie I ever saw in the cinema

was E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.

I was seven years old and I went

with my grandma, Gerti.

That's her.

Of course, I loved it and she was also very impressed

and somewhat overwhelmed.

And she didn't know how to articulate it.

So after the film ended, she looked at me and she nodded.

"Spielberg.

"Hmm.

"Spielberg. Hmm.

A Jew. Yes."

And even as a kid, I found that very weird.

Here is some of the stuff

that I already discovered in the house.

Our family really wants to know what is

behind the secrets around my grandfather's past.

And we want to help reveal whatever he probably hid.

That's him.

I discovered it

in one of the drawers over there.

What we found out is that Mr. Zinggl

was stationed at the Nazi concentration camp,

Chelmno, German Kulmhof, near Lodz, Poland.

Chelmno was the first extermination camp.

It stands out in the history of the camps

because it served as a model.

They tested it all there.

They experimented.

For example, the use of gas vans.

They piped exhaust fumes, carbon monoxide,

into the enclosed vehicle through a special tube.

This way, they could cheaply kill 40 to 60 people at a time.

In Chelmno, they developed

the logistical framework for Auschwitz.

And Mr. Zinggl had a very active part in this.

That's his...

KRYSTYNA (in English): A postwar

veterans organization.

He kept it on his nightstand

until the very end.

Yeah, looks like he was into keeping souvenirs.

That's why we are here.

As part of Mr. Zinggl's job

at the concentration camp,

he seems to have stashed away

a bunch of documents

and he hid them in a box somewhere.

We think the box contains diaries

with priceless historic information.

What Zinggl has seen, done, collected

could be really important.

For example, there may be information

about some yet undiscovered mass graves.

This is important, as the Germans

forced Jewish prisoners to exhume and cremate

any remaining corpses from the mass graves,

effectively destroying evidence of mass murder operations.

But on paper, the ghosts have voices.

We are at the edge of the Danube flood plains.

It's humid as fuck.

Wow.

Oh, I smell something

through the mask.

Jesus, what the fuck?

Yeah, at some point in his early 90s,

he started collecting his urine.

He bottled it by calendar week.

Wait, that's an entire week's worth of piss?

ERNST (chuckles): Don't ask me.

All right, it's trophy trunk truffle time.

Let's turn this place upside down.

GUNNER (in German accent): Sing us a song...

you're the piano man.

KRYSTYNA (in German):

KRYSTYNA (in German):

Hey, Boll,

that's something right up your alley.

The laxative with the smell of ripe bananas.

Cool.

Okay, I'm gonna check the courtyard.

Okay.

This door...

He would, uh, hang live pigs

on that door to castrate them.

Next to it, on the ground,

bunch of cats were waiting to grab a testicle.

They loved it, really.

Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, Fischvogt, if you really find that shit box

in that fucking hay, I'll buy you a Bacardi.

-(sensor beeping) Yeah, I don't know.

Hey, Kyle!

Fifteen man on a dead man's chest.

Dead Nazi's.

Dead Nazi's...