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God, this accounting stuff is gonna take forever.

Good thing you got me for moral support. - Mmh.

What does a clown do at the office?

Juggle responsibilites!

Jokes like that were already unfunny when you were alive.

I do what I can.

Funny. Any more funny emojis hidden somewhere?

Just in case the woman from the tax office asks. - Maybe.

Hello. Did you get lost?

Uh. You could say...

Could be.

Your colleagues are one floor below.

Ah, colleagues. Yes.

Okay, thanks.

Last one. What do electricians chant when they meditate?

In German he made a untranslatable joke about electricians having short dicks

Not funny.

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Welcome to our little group, dear...

Ralf. Hello, Ralf.

Ralf. How nice. - We'll see about that.

How did the breath of life leave you?

Um... - Boom.

Were you struck down?

Did you have a heart attack?

Poisoned? Were you poisoned?

I didn't know I was dying, or else I would've made sure to remember.

Next time then.

And I'm staying here now or what?

Is this heaven?

Some move on.

Others remain firmly connected to the place where they died.

Yes, like Dolores, who died in her carriage, remember?

And now she travels from one wedding to the next in it.

I'd rather be in hell.

Honestly, we don't really understand it ourselves yet.

But I've only been here for over 20 years.

200. - 2000.

Ah, 2 million.

I need a drink.

Anyone got a bottle opener?

Who's gonna tell him?

Well. Botch job, huh?

Hey. Working hard or hardly working? - Mhm.

I think I'll take care of the baseboards today.

If you say so. It's your house.

Exactly, I'm a bit of a handyman myself

as you've probably already noticed.

Before you arrived, I did most of the work myself.

And so far no complaints.

So that was you with the power cable?

Yep. - Okay.

Why? Is there a problem?

If you staple a poorly insulated cable to a damp wall?

Yes, there is a problem.

Oh, the wall is damp? - Damp would be putting it mildly.

Because some botcher connected two water pipes without a seal on the second floor.

Was that also your work? - Hmm?

No, that wasn't me. That was someone else, some botcher.

Well. It's no surprise that there's no water coming out of the tap.

Word.

120 euros for screws?

Oh Felix... - So you guys can really get screwing, hm?

Get it?

Emma. There's something you should know about.

That renovating such a huge thing is really freaking expensive? Thanks I already know.

We have a new legionary in our ranks. - The number of ghosts has increased.

Nah. Yea.

Huh?

Whatever you're trying to say, I didn't understand.

Not even I understood that

And I knew what they wanted to say.

Oh. You still haven't found your colleagues? - Nope.

I'll show you in a sec.

Hello. Are you Ms. Küper? - I'm afraid so.

Ferhat Ertem. Chief Inspector.

Oh. Okay.

Did something happen?

Do you know this man?

Yes. He was on the stairs a second ago.

Very good. May I come in and speak to him?

Of course.

Here you go.

Emma. - Not now.

My phone is vibrating, but not now.

He is dead. - Who's dead?

Why do you think someone is dead?

Because when the police show up at your door it's because somebody died, right?

At least that's how it is on TV.

The question is just, who is dead? - Ralf is dead.

Let that be my concern. So where can I find this gentleman?

My warning word went unheard. - I'll show you in a second.

I just put the kettle on in the kitchen, please excuse me for a moment.

Dead? Why are you dead?

Sorry. - Sorry, that wasn't meant to sound like an accusation.

Do you have a bottle opener?

I don't want to speak of the devil but... Although, yes.

I do want to speak of the devil.

His body must be somewhere here.

And if the police finds it... Oh.

Oh. - Oh. You, my beloved.

If they lock you away infernally, I will wait for you... Forever.

Eternally. - At least I wouldn't have to pay these bills.

It good? - Mhm.

It's called irony, Urs.

I-o-y.

Alright. - And?

And what? - What kind of tea did you make?

A hot tea. It still needs to steep.

Um, but why are you looking for this Ralf anyway?

You know his name? - Um. No.

But aren't all construction workers always called Ralf? Right?

You wanna know why I'm looking for Ralf Wagner? There's been a murder.

He was murdered? - What asshole did it?

No, but he was involved in a bar fight with the victim shortly before.

Ah, right, but the other guy started it.

You have...

...the suspicion that Ralf Wagner killed someone?

What? No. - I'd like to ask him that question myself.

So where is he?

Yes, where is he?

It would be great if someone could find him.

Because then we would know where he is,

and act accordingly.

You're acting very strangely, Ms Küper.

I would like to question Mr. Wagner's colleagues, if I may?

It would be a bit suspicious if I said no, right?

Right, come with me.

Forget about your electric drill.

You'll need your hammer drill.

Hey guys. I've got everything under control. I definitely can paint.

Paintbrush is my middle name.

Uh, that sounded weird, but...

Oh shit.

Alright. This is the kitchen. Take a look around.

Why should I want to look around?

Isn't that what police officers do?

And it can never hurt to take a look around.

Who knows what you'll find.

Didn't you say you made tea?

Hm? Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Someone must have drunk it. And the police should investigate.

Listen, I had nothing to do with Ralf Wagner's death. I swear.

Stupid! - Why do you assume that Ralf Wagner is dead?

Hmm? - I get the feeling you're hiding something.

Maybe we should look for my body. - Of course!

Not. Of course not, I'm not hiding anything from you.

Oh, there's one of 'em!

Excuse me, Inspector Something wants to...

Come... talk to you.

When did you last see Mr. Wagner? - Ralf? Wow.

We need to get him off the property until we get this sorted out.

Just confess. You won't be able to endure torture for more than 5 minutes, believe me.

There's no more torture, Griet.

At least not without paying for it.

I would consult an advocatus. An advocatus is...

I know what that is! But I don't need a lawyer.

I wouldn't be so sure about that, Ms. Küper.

The construction workers don't know where Mr. Wagner is.

I gave them the day off so that they won't interfere with the further investigations.

Further investigations?

Is there anyone else in the house?

Hm?

Felix? - I know you're gonna kill me but

I've left traces and I have to get rid of them.

Do you have chlorine or bleach?

I'm covering everything in plastic so it doesn't happen again. - Traces?

Even I'm starting to think you have something to do with my death.

Unbelievable that someone really could have been murdered here in cold blood.

I can believe it just fine.

Ms. Küper? - Yes.

My colleagues located his cell phone.

It's last location was your property.

I must ask you to come with me to the station for a statement.

Emma? Felix can help us find the corpus delicti,

until you come back.

Felix? Could you please go looking for that one pending bill?

If there were only one, but that can wait. - No.

Baby, that you can even think about that right now.

I mean that one ♪stiff♪ bill.

Which is lost somewhere in the house.

Huh?

Will you please come along?

Dude, go and look for the body!

Ah, I see. ♪Stiff♪ bill,

I should have gotten that. He really should have.

Well, where am I supposed to look?

Are you there? Hmm.

I think I died somewhere upstairs. I was working there today.

Good. Then just tell him that.

Hey... - Hello!

We need a plan. A good plan wins the battle.

I have an idea.

Okay. Is that a sign?

Or did I connect that cable wrong too?

If this is a sign, give me a sign.

Stupid.

Okay.

And now? - How can you fall in love with such a dolt?

He's good in bed. I've heard.

And seen. - Focus on the plan.

Super cool.

And super scary. Um...

Ah. You'll help me look?

Thanks, Joachim. That's you, right?

Ah, cramp. Cramp! - Focus. Focus.

Up?

I see.

He fell off a ladder.

It's going great.

I-o-y.

Ah. Second floor?

Let's go.

He's never gonna find you.

- Do you think he'll do it? - Acta non verba.

He speaks more than he acts.

How would I have ended up in the wardrobe?

Relax. There might be a corpse in there.

But hey, there are worse things. Two corpses, for example

Or three. Or...

Heavens above.

For fuck's... Language.

You're a scaredy cat! NOTE: In German it's rabbits not cats who are scared.

If I were dead, I wouldn't be afraid of a corpse either.

Sure, yeah completely normal sentences. Just stuff people say.

I-o-y.

Clear!

Ah! Ah!

Ah. Ah, ah.

Nothing.

It was just Lotti.

You're lucky you can't shit your pants anymore.

- Ah. - What? Speak.

I was on the toilet. Just before I died.

Ah. Maybe lightning struck him while he was taking a shit.

A-a. - Yeah.

Okay. Got it.

Ah, no, nothing. Thank God.

After I took a leak I wanted to wash my hands. - Commendable.

But the water didn't work.

No idea what you want.

If you put two water pipes together without a seal,

you shouldn't be surprised if no water comes out of the tap.

My hand was all soapy.

But there were no towels.

Shit.

And then I just went back to work. Where was that?

At the window. Here on the second floor.

A window? On the second floor? Yes.

With footprints? - Yes!

Of course.

Good communication, so important.

Soap.

Right, now I remember.

I threw an old carpet into the container.

And I wanted to hold on there.

Alea iacta est. The die has fallen. And so has Ralf.

Oh, that doesn't look good. I think he's dead.

Stupid.

My condolences. Um, or what do you say? Um...

I'll just make a quick phone call.

Even if we are of different status,

I from the highest, you from the lowest,

We are united by the same path to death.

- Huh? - "Pardon?"?

I also fell out of a window.

Ah. Oh. Shit. - Language.

How did it happen?

You certainly weren't a construction worker, were you? - No.

You threw yourself down. - Humbug.

I was pushed.

Why?

Spring had just arrived at Donnerhall.

It was a moonlit night.

Hans, my husband, and I, we argued once again.

It was an open secret that he was committing sins with the maid.

Ah, you mean... - Exactly.

What shame it cast upon us, upon the house, upon me.

I said to him:

"Cease this, or I'll go to my brother, the duke.

He will take away your title

and send you into exile."

Then I went to the window to close it.

Then I felt his hand on my back.

What a piece of shit. - Language.

But yes.

At first I thought he wanted to hug me.

Silly me.

But instead...

It's not fair.

The last thing I saw were the first delicate crocuses,

onto which I fell.

And?

Are you feeling better now?

After you went... to the other side?

Better? In what way?

Well, you got rid of the idiot

and you don't have to argue anymore.

Ah.

I haven't thought about it that way.

But yes.

Yes, actually better in that respect.

Well, you see?

-Thank you - You're welcome.

It's strange that a seasoned construction worker is not able to

to hold on to a window.

But he probably had the wrong thing for breakfast.

Yes.

Will you be available if we have any further questions?

Sure, we're here. If we don't fall out the window too.

Beautiful property. You should rent it out for events.

Well then.

Woah, so glad we got rid of that guy.

How could he seriously believe that we had anything to do with Ralf's death?

Totally.

I wonder how Ralf is doing now?

He didn't even say goodbye.

Even though he was of low social standing, I liked him.

He's really letting it rip up there.

It's a pity we didn't see him ascend.

Take care, Ralf. Take care.

This is some goddamned bullshit.

Does anyone have a bottle opener?