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The roof's still leaking.

I'll catch my death of cold!

Where's my cash?

You killed Mario Wystraszewski.

It has to look like an accident.

My father is dead?

We lost two of our best men. I bet it was the Albanians.

Let's find them!

The car's a ticking time bomb.

I know how to get money so we can get away.

- How? - Trust me.

IKV TERM LIFE INSURANCE

This is ridiculous. The road is not a part of our property.

And we don't even use the garden.

Do you know what I mean? Maybe you should...

Our pool must be over there.

Arthur.

What did you tell them, you idiot?

You go to the job center for years,

and then some official decides our property is too big.

It is too big, Martha.

I'm not moving out! This is my home! You're gonna fix this, Arthur!

- How? - Think of something! Speak to Lehmann.

- I don't think she's back at work yet. - They didn't close down the job center!

Our life has to go on.

Arthur!

As you like, dear.

I'll repair that.

ARTHUR'S LAW

Are you standing in for Mrs. Lehmann?

No. I'm just a trainee.

Excuse me.

Door stays open!

Mrs. Lehmann,

I heard about the accident and I wanted to...

offer you my condolences.

It wasn't an accident, it was murder.

- Murder? - Sit down.

Okay, the important thing is to show authority,

otherwise they screw you around.

Name?

Mine?

No, your great uncle's dog's name!

Ahnepol, Arthur.

"Artur" or "Arthur"?

With an H.

Oh, dear, he's a tricky one. You see?

He's basically unemployable, and not because of his disability.

I'm here about my property. It's being surveyed.

Wait one moment, Mr. Ahnepol.

There's no need to shout.

You see, the Hahnepols' property is too big,

so they don't get rent allowance.

You see: Zero euro. There's nothing we can do.

I don't believe it! Again! This is driving me nuts.

Are you okay?

Heimlich maneuver!

I just need a glass of water, thanks.

Sure, right away.

Come on.

SEARCH: AHNEPOL

Hold on, I'm coming!

RECALCULATE

Oh, God!

Here. Here you go.

Come on, now. There!

Thanks, that's much better. Bye!

Goodbye.

- It won't close on its own. - Sorry.

Right.

Well, isn't that fine?

No money for the rent, but he can afford a hooker before lunch.

Right, I have an appointment.

You hold the fort, and if you need anything, give me a call.

- Okay. - And don't forget:

- They don't want a job... - They want to scrounge off the state.

- That's right. See you later. - Bye.

See you later.

- Arthur! - Hey.

- Are you coming? - Where?

The undertaker. To choose a coffin for Mario.

I can't cope on my own.

The thought of him lying in a box for the rest of his life...

It's too much for me.

Come on.

That's awesome. Where'd you get it?

- Ordered it online. - Really?

Darknet, dude.

Am I the only one who that thing scares?

- Yes. - Yes.

We should talk to the boss first... Oh, God!

And it works, huh?

Leave that to the grown-ups.

Can someone maybe take this damn sack off my head?

I almost suffocated. What is this shit?

Two of my best men are dead.

One was hit by a chandelier, the other fell off a roof.

- Well? - Do you know anything?

Am I information desk?

Maybe you wanted to take us out because we produce better stuff.

Who the hell are you?

"Who are you?"

Okay, bye.

Muriel!

- Morning. - Morning.

A passerby noticed it last night.

Holy moly! Careful, it's all wet here.

Guess who the registered owner is?

Nope. Mario Wystraszewski.

That Mario Wystraszewski?

You wanted evidence: There it is.

Your evidence.

His death wasn't an accident. Why else would someone dump his car?

Yes, I wish I knew.

I hope the autopsy gives us some clues.

- Autopsy? - Yes, tomorrow morning!

I arranged it.

Okay, after you.

Take some time to decide, because as you know:

We don't exchange used items.

Goodbye.

Ten grand for a coffin?

Maybe you should consider an urn. They're cheaper.

I won't bury my dad in a crappy vase!

Well... he wasn't your real dad.

But he cared for me like a real dad.

He deserved a decent burial.

- No matter what it costs. - Difficult...

I'll have to do some extra shifts.

No way! I'll cover the costs. I'll pay.

- How? - I promised I'd get some money.

So we can both get out of here.

I'm this close.

- Really? - Uh-huh.

Arthur! You really are my angel!

Calm down, tiger!

We're gonna jog your memory.

- Can I? - Justin.

- Please! - Forget it.

- Come on! - Okay, let him.

One bullet, five chambers.

We'll fire every 30 seconds.

So tell us what you know, or it might be over any second.

The clock is running.

You drag me into a tattoo studio

and all you can come up with is Russia roulette?

This isn't "Make a Wish"!

Listen, you jerks. You have no idea who I am.

If you want to get out of this mess alive, let me go. Now!

Maybe we should discuss our strategy, guys.

Manni, this isn't a fucking town meeting!

And the first 30 seconds...

are now up!

- What have you done, man? - I pulled the trigger.

Yes, but why did it fire?

Bad luck, it's Russian roulette!

You should know where the bullet is!

How can I interrogate him now you've shot him?

What, you mean he's dead?

No, he's just napping.

- Of course he's dead, asshole! - Sorry!

You startled me.

What took so long?

It was busy, and I turned up...

without an appointment.

- Did you sort it out? - Yes, we can stay here.

I was thinking of this afternoon...

Hello?

Ah! Hi, Muriel.

An autopsy?

They say the janitor always leaves the back door open.

But I don't want to go in.

You're a true cop, Muriel.

Mom and dad would be proud of you.

You think so?

Who'd have thought it?

Fat little Muriel made it to the top.

- I wasn't that fat. - Chief of police!

If they were still around, you'd be their favorite.

Maybe it's better if we turn ourselves in?

Muriel!

If they find our DNA during the autopsy, we're done for.

We're not going to jail!

We're gonna get rid of Mario's body once and for all!

As agreed:

You two sneak in, and I'll keep watch here.

Come on, get moving!

Damn it, Muriel!

Up that way.

There!

CLEANING CONTRACTOR

This is him!

That isn't... Is that his foot?

Come on.

Ready?

What we're doing is so wrong!

I became a cop to prevent crimes, not commit them!

Muriel...

I should never have gotten you mixed up in all this. I'm so sorry.

If you want to leave...

I won't stop you.

No.

You and Martha are my family.

You'd do the same for me.

You wouldn't have got yourself in a situation like this.

Come on!

Come on!

- Turn it off! - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Martha? Can you hear me?

Turn off the lights, Arthur. Or do you want to get caught?

Talk louder, Arthur.

Hold the phone the right way up.

Martha!

We're not alone down here!

Help us!

- Oh, God. - I can't understand you.

I can't understand you. What a moron!

I can't feel my toes.

Snap out of it! We have to get going.

Chop-chop!

Okay. One, two...

My fingers are frozen stiff.

- He's lighter than last time. - He hasn't eaten for a while.

We'll make sure there's nothing left of him.

Then everything will be fine again.

Right, Arthur?

Try it, Ronny.

Is there anything you can't do?

- Let's go for a beer after work. - Arthur!

Your wife's on the phone again.

She says it's urgent.

- This is a workplace! - Sorry.

Mar...

- Martha? - Arthur, honey.

- I hope I'm not bothering you. - Well, to be honest...

I wanted to hear your voice.

You can't call every day, Martha!

I'm sorry for missing you.

I miss you too.

A lot!

So you'll come home straight after work?

I promise, Martha.

See you later.

Haven't you forgotten something?

- I love you. - Louder, Arthur! I can't understand.

I love you!

Of course you do.

I...

I love you...

I love you.

I love you, Jesse.

Jesse!

Martha?

- Morning. - Morning.

Thanks.

You thought it couldn't get any weirder? Wait for this.

- What happened? - Crazy people, Muriel!

LACHMANN'S PIGLETS ...THEY HAPPILY DIE FOR US!

A hysterical woman came into the precinct today.

She works for a cleaning contractor that operates here.

- What did she say? - That last night a corpse came to life.

That's how I looked, Muriel.

Until I looked in here.

Hey, cuties!

What? Not hungry today?

Up to now, I thought

that only Mario Wystraszewski was murdered.

But why would someone want to prevent Steven Lehmann's autopsy?

Steven Lehmann?

Steven Lehmann?

I told you, Muriel,

something really stinks here.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

I was waiting for you.

- Where were you? - Out walking.

It clears the head. You should try it.

Thanks.

We were really lucky, Muriel. Really lucky.

Pigs eat anything. There's usually nothing left.

If the feeder hadn't come, we'd have never found out.

Who steals a corpse and feeds it to pigs?

Crazy people, Muriel!

I hope the CCTV footage shows up something.

- The farm's got CCTV? - Thanks to you, Muriel.

Remember the kids with the catapults?

Tanja had some cameras fitted yesterday.

A technician's checking the footage.

Hi.

You wanted to talk to me? How are you?

My leg muscles are really sore. I could crack a nut down there.

How should I feel? I lost my husband because of you!

I told you to keep him out of trouble.

It's bad enough that my own brother sells drugs.

He could have got out. He just had to say the word.

He didn't want to lose you as a friend.

What? Just puffing!

- Fucking mothers! - Yeah. I'll drive you home.

I want my husband's killer, not a driver.

- I do, too! - Listen, Holger...

I know who did it.

- What? - A moron I know from work.

He sawed off his hand for the insurance.

He didn't get a payout, but the hand's gone.

Anyway, he was recently fired

from the storage depot where they found Mario.

Guess why.

Because he stole some spray foam. You see?

- Not rea... - Oh, Holger!

And he was there when Steven was hit by the chandelier.

And today I saw him at the undertaker's,

groping your whore.

At the undertaker's!

They were celebrating Mario's and Steven's deaths!

Is the guy Balkan?

Bulky? Why?

No, not as in heavy...

More like Albanian Balkan.

No, why?

Whatever. What's his name.

Arthur Ahnepol.

- You see that? - I'll fix it.

- Let me go, Martha. - First finish your food.

I mean really go.

Where shall we go?

I want to get away... from you.

Are you starting that again?

After what I did for you last night?

Is that how you thank me?

I don't go around disposing of corpses for fun. I did it for you!

You need me!

Martha, it's not the same anymore.

It won't ever be again.

I could be happy. You too.

But together...

You're depressed. Mid-life crisis.

Most men get it when they're 50. But it'll pass.

No, Martha.

I didn't sacrifice everything for you to abandon me!

Come to your senses and forget these dumb old men's fantasies.

You love me!

I have an idea.

You know, maybe the death of that pimp

could solve all our problems.

Did you see his gold chain and Rolex?

That whore must be a real gold mine.

Now he's dead, can't you take over his job?

Pardon me?

The more men who wax her ass, the more money we make.

We could earn a fortune with that skank.

You're out of your mind, Martha.

You owe me a better life...

after all you did to me!

What's that asshole doing?

What is all this shit?

- Is that the CCTV footage? - Yeah. I'm running it now.

- There, stop! Zoom in on the faces. - Okay.

- Jerome, we have to talk! - What, now?

Just a second.

Jerome!

Goodbye, Martha.

I've made a terrible mistake.

Arthur? Your wife.

And, surprise, surprise, it's urgent.

Martha, we've discussed this. You can't call about every little thing!

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Martha?