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Heaven has called for him.

What we have here is nothing more than Richard Braun's empty body.

His soul will live on forever.

Let us swear an oath on his soul

to continue living on with hope.

In Psalms 23 of the Bible…

This is hard to bear.

What a lonely funeral.

He was such an outstanding detective,

yet not a single person from the police came to attend.

His alcoholism caused problems when he was in the force,

and he fell to his death in a drunken stupor.

That's what the police say.

The day after he died,

he apparently had plans to meet with his daughter.

What… What have I done for him?

Dr. Reichwein.

Did I really just sit in my chair, listen to him talk,

and say, "You've made a full recovery"?

What is it that I've done for him?

Dr. Tenma.

If we can find him, we might be able to solve everything.

Dr. Tenma…

Doesn't it seem strange, Doctor?

This was no mere accident.

Nor was it a suicide.

Richard talked to his daughter only a few hours before his death,

with plans to meet the next day.

Doctor, you did what you could.

And Richard had made a wonderful recovery.

Please stop blaming yourself.

And then…

Listen to this, Doctor.

Ever since my husband was caught cheating,

he won't say a word to me.

Day after day, he washes his car and tidies up the yard after that.

We won't even look at me.

I mean, it's better than him not coming home at all,

but I'll go crazy going through this every day.

Huh? Are you listening, Doctor?

What? Oh, yes.

Please continue.

So then, I marched into the home of that woman he slept with.

And guess what happened, Doctor?

Criminal intent?

There was none.

That was simply an accident.

That night, Richard Braun

went up the rooftop of Munich University Building 12 on his own,

downed a bottle of whiskey,

and fell to his death in a drunken stupor.

Did you properly look into the bottle?

We did.

We found Richard's fingerprints.

Can you show me that bottle?

Well, I guess I could.

But it's in pieces.

Richard…

Doesn't it seem strange?

Richard talked to his daughter only a few hours before his death,

with plans to meet the next day.

Yeah, this guy was definitely in this bar that night.

Was he alone?

Well, I don't remember.

You remember him coming here, but you don't remember if he came alone?

I mean, he ordered a coffee.

Coffee?

It's rare for customers to come here at that hour and not drink alcohol.

I don't suppose he was with this young man when he came?

I'm not sure.

Try to remember.

I don't know.

We have tons of customers coming in and out.

But it's true that he bought whiskey.

It's written on the bill.

Was Richard really the one who bought it?

I told you, I don't remember.

The bill just says "one bottle of Racke" on it.

What did you just say?

One bottle of Racke.

Why didn't the police notice when they saw the label on the bottle?

What?

Drinking again?

Well, I mean, just a little.

What did you drink?

Whiskey.

I only stick with whiskey.

I bet your room stinks of Racke.

Racke? You must be kidding me.

I'd never drink that domestic crap.

It has to be authentic Scotch.

It's a rule of mine.

Richard isn't the one who bought that whiskey.

Johan.

It must be him after all.

Wait!

Hold it right there!

Hey.

What do you want?

Why did you try to push me?

Who cares? What are you talking about?

Stop playing dumb!

Hey, gramps.

Do you have business with my buddy here?

-Take this! -Yeah!

Drop dead, gramps!

There!

Who asked you to do this?

Act your age.

An old man like you should be quietly taking care of his grandkids.

Hey, wait right there!

What?

Wait!

I trained with the border police.

Why did you try to push me?

I don't know anything about that.

Don't underestimate a former police surgeon.

I was asked to do it.

By who?

By a huge man.

A huge man?

A guy I passed by in the metro passageway handed me money

and said to push you off.

I bought this for you, Richard.

It's authentic Scotch.

You wanted some, right?

It's fine now.

Drink as much as you want.

Richard, leave it to me.

I will figure it out.

That man's…

Johan's true form.

So then, Doctor, I gave my husband a piece of my mind.

I told him his infidelity is like an illness.

And I said he should get counseling from you too.

Doctor, are you listening?

What? Oh, of course, Mrs. Hesse.

What do you think?

With the way he is now,

my depression just keeps getting worse.

Well, you don't really have depression.

What?

I'm more worried about your husband,

who silently spends every day washing his car and tidying the yard.

Right?

It's strange, no matter how you look at it.

Please, Doctor.

Can you take a look at him?

Sure.

Yes, I should be free the day after tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

I'll ask my husband.

That cheating man is all brawn and no brain.

Please fix him up for me.

Doctor, you've finished your examinations for today.

Okay, you can go home now, Ms. Melles.

I'll be off then.

Also, Ms. Melles,

you forgot to lock the back door again yesterday.

Oh, no!

I almost forgot today too!

I messed up again…

Have a good night.

Hi, Dr. Gillen?

It's Reichwein.

I saw the newspaper.

Yeah, the ad you put in the papers.

"Let's reminisce about how we cheated on that test. From Rudy."

Will these words really get Dr. Tenma to contact you?

Yes, he definitely will if he sees it.

Well, it's a story only the two of us know.

I see.

Doctor, don't do anything rash until he shows up.

I know.

But there's one thing I want to look into.

What is it?

It's the prostitute who called herself Margot Langer.

Here's what Richard said.

When Fahren, who committed suicide, went to go see that woman,

there was another young man with him.

An attractive young man with blond hair.

Be careful, Doctor.

I know.

I'll move with great care now so we can expose everything.

For the deceased Richard as well.

Well then, I'll call you again later.

Ms. Melles, you forgot to close the window this time.

Margot Langer?

Don't know her.

Well, her nickname now should be Sophie or something of the sort.

Oh, that fat old woman, huh?

Is that what you're into, old man?

No, that's not what I'm here for.

Embarrassed at this age?

Turn at the second corner. It's the second floor of the old building.

Thanks.

But she's not there.

What?

I haven't seen her in a while.

I bet she went somewhere nice.

Somewhere nice?

Damn, why does that old hag get all the guys?

I heard a super-rich guy used to visit her until recently too.

Where'd she go?

Hey, how about you try me out?

I'll give you a much better time than that old hag.

Do you know where she went?

I don't know.

She probably went somewhere with that new guy.

A new guy?

Yeah.

Instead of acting her age, she's head over heels for him.

He's a huge man.

A huge man?

That guy looks like he'd be big down there too.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Would it be okay if I clocked out for today?

Oh right, you work until five today.

It's okay. I have one last appointment with the cheating husband.

It's a date, right, Ms. Melles?

Don't tease me, Doctor.

Make sure you lock up, okay?

The prostitute named Sophie who called herself Margot Langer.

I wanted to show her this photo

and have her testify that Johan was the young man with the deceased Fahren.

Then we would've been one step closer.

Yes?

I'm Hesse. My wife made me an appointment.

Oh, yes. Please come in.

Maybe I'll try and visit that woman again tonight.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Reichwein.

Welcome, Mr. Hesse.

I'll be in your care.

Please come in.

It's my first time receiving counseling.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

You can relax and talk about anything here.

Anything said here will be strictly confidential,

so please relax.

You won't tell my wife?

Of course not.

How are you feeling lately?

Any worries?

-Worries? -Yes.

My wife found out that I was cheating on her.

Yes, I see.

I'm really bored when I'm at home,

so I tidy up the yard and wash the car.

That's how I spend every day.

Does it make you feel a bit better?

No, I don't speak to my wife at all.

Is it that you can't, even though you want to?

Well, I'm not sure.

What about the other woman?

What?

Are you and the woman you cheated with no longer…

Oh. I killed her.

What?

No, I had a dream where I killed her.

Do you have that kind of dream often?

Often?

Well, I haven't had one recently.

I was lonely.

And that's why you cheated on your wife?

No, it started when I met that man.

That man?

He's an attractive young man with blond hair.

No matter how many people I killed, and even when I lost my country,

it was all like a dream to me.

But it changed after I met him.

Everything looked real

and I was no longer lonely.

Would you like some tea?

No, I'm fine.

I'm feeling a bit thirsty.

Can you wait for a bit?

My secretary already left.

I think it's a date.

She makes tea so well.

It's a shame I can't serve it to you.

Doctor?

What is it?

You see a lot in your line of work, don't you?

After all, you learn about people's dreams.

Nothing good comes from learning about dreams you don't need to know.

Especially the fact that I'm a murderer.

Anyway… if you have any inclination of starting over with your wife…

you need to speak with her again and…

I hope you forgot to lock the door, Ms. Melles.

You're…

Hurry and run!

Dr. Tenma.

I've been guarding you.

They're targeting you. Run!

Hurry!