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DANCE TEMPLE, KLEIN BIDDENBACH

Oh, no!

Forgive me. I'm so sorry.

Oh my bubbly.

Wait, I've got...

Thanks.

You get one chance at a first impression.

- I hope I haven't blown it. - It's not over yet.

Oh, then I have to warn you. I've never been a good dancer.

Honestly, the Dance Temple

is the only club I haven't been banned from.

Yeah, others have to start a brawl, I just have to hit the dance floor.

You're exaggerating.

I'm afraid not. I was born with two left feet.

Yeah, well, it just takes practice. If you want I'll show you how to do it.

Okay. I'd like that.

Can I maybe buy you a drink beforehand? To make amends.

Sure.

- I'll just go freshen up real quick. - Okay.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

ARTHUR'S LAW

Martha?

M... Martha?

Arthur, my chair! Do something!

I'm coming. I'm coming.

POLICE

Yes, try now.

See? That's what I figured.

Ah!

Muriel! That's enough, Muriel! It's enough! Muriel!

Hey, Muriel! Enough already!

Great! This is shot.

Oh, gosh darn it!

- Isn't there any chance to retrieve... - No! It's shot.

Hey, take a chill pill.

I've restored drives that were down to dust.

It just has to dry. I'll manage.

That's good.

Oh, my head!

The pain! Everything hurts.

Is there anything I can do?

Find that chair manufacturer's number.

What?

I'll sue for damages, Arthur. They won't know what hit them.

What can the chair manufacturer do

about the fact that we had a power surge?

I could have died!

But you didn't.

...5-3-2-4-8-9-0.

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Ahnepol?

- Yes. - How did you know I was going to call?

I didn't. Who are you?

- Timo Breitner from the job center. - The intern.

Trainee. I need you to answer a few questions...

- Who's on the phone? The hooker? - No, the intern at the job center.

- Trainee! - Why did you call him?

- I didn't. He called me. - Why didn't it ring?

I just picked up...

You don't "just pick up" without wanting to make a call.

- Mr. Breitner? - You sure are rotten to your wife!

I deserve more respect after narrowly escaping death...

Quiet!

Martha, I'm very sorry about last night and I feel for you.

- Mr... - Breitner.

How would you like it if we talked in person, man-to-man?

- Very much, Mr. Ahnepol. - Good.

- I'll be by in half an hour. Thanks. - You're welcome.

- I'm hurt and you want to abandon me? - I'll get something at the pharmacy.

I'll write you a list.

Don't take any crap from those job center people.

EMERGENCY ROOM

Oh, man, Holgi. It's all my fault.

I should've taken care of it myself from the start.

But he'll pay for this, I promise you that.

Yes.

I'll strike when he least expects it.

I'll take away everything that's dear to him.

When I'm through with him

he'll wish the pigs had eaten him.

Arthur!

Were you coming to see me?

Yes, that too.

I just have a meeting with the intern at the job center first.

- Great! We can book our trip. - Yeah.

- What? What trip? - You know, for our new beginning.

- Oh, yes. - I enquired.

The biggest record labels are in America.

Virgin Records would really suit me.

It won't be easy, but how does the saying go? Think big.

Listen, Jesse,

well, perhaps...

Under certain circumstances, it could...

It could take a bit longer

to get the money for our trip than I thought.

Jess?

But I'll manage somehow. I'll manage.

Arthur...

You really are my hero.

- Will I see you later? - Yes. I promise.

LIPS, NIPPLES, KISS

Mr. Ahnepol!

You'd best have a seat.

How's the cough?

- What cough? - You probably know why you're here.

No.

Two days ago, on October 19, at 10:11 a.m.

That's when you gained unauthorized access to our files

and tried to falsify

the reinstatement of your rent allowance.

Two days ago, 10:11 a.m...

When was I to have done that?

Now you listen to me.

This is a government institution.

We have rules and you've broken them.

Fraud is no trivial offense, Mr. Ahnepol.

- I have to report you. - Now, now, Timo!

We're here to help people, not to ruin their future.

- Mr. Ahnepol is in dire straits, right? - Mrs. Lehmann...

Good news, I have a job for you.

You hear about the find at the pig farm?

No. What find?

Very strange story indeed.

Turns out my deceased husband's body was actually eaten by pigs.

God!

That's horrible. I'm so very sorry.

Who'd do such a thing?

Probably someone trying to cover up a crime.

Why that...

Whatever! One man's pain is another's joy.

The woman who looks after the pigs quit and you can start today.

Me?

You kept wanting me to get you a job... Voilà!

- I don't know if it's right for me... - Why not?

Do you have any reservations?

Pangs of remorse?

Uh-uh. No.

A pig farm. Great.

Your joy is our reward, Mr. Ahnepol.

Right.

Steffi, Claudi here. I've found just the right candidate.

Yes?

Muriel, anything new to report regarding the hard drive?

Here, the autopsy report.

The forensic pathologist found something very interesting under the foam.

Is that all that was left of his face?

That's his bottom.

There's a 9-mm bullet lodged in it.

So Mario Wystraszewski was shot before he fell off the roof.

That means a weapon was involved in Mario's murder.

We have to find it.

Oh, it can be anywhere. It's probably sunk.

We'll send out search teams and leave no stone unturned.

Good idea. Thanks.

Yeah.

Um... Muriel,

what was so important that you wanted to tell me yesterday before the outage?

Oh, that. That's been resolved.

Yes.

IKV TERM LIFE INSURANCE

HOME INSURANCE

IKV TERM LIFE INSURANCE

Did you guys shoot Mario?

Here. This must be where it ricocheted.

These pans are really good.

You have to get rid of it.

I can't buy a new pan due to just any little dent.

Martha! Do you know what this means?

They're looking for the gun all over. Our fingerprints are on it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yes, Martha. - Where's the gun?

- What do you mean? - You said you'd take care of it.

Yes, of course I took care of it. Do you think I'm dumb?

Where is the gun?

The wrong body?

- Didn't you look in the bag? - Yes.

The cleaning lady must've switched the stretchers.

- Then you said to hurry up. - It was my fault, of course.

- Oh, that's not what I meant. - It's okay. My mistake.

Why do I waste my time keeping the family together?

My husband wants to take off with that hussy.

Your job matters more to you than I do.

- You know that's not true. - I don't know a thing.

What do you want me to do? It's getting out of hand.

Jerome won't stop till he solves the case.

You're his boss, Muriel. Don't let him rattle you.

Easy to say when you sit at home all day.

I have responsibilities too.

Do you think all this takes care of itself?

Maybe you're just that bit more lucid than me.

- I am older than you. - By nine minutes.

- That's a huge difference. - Says who?

Twin research.

Who always had to play big sister? Me! Without me you'd have been screwed.

Grandma? Grandma!

Down the stairs. A fall down the stairs.

A fall down the stairs.

Oh, God.

Margret!

Margret?

Margret?

Margret!

Or swimming class with Ms. Hanke,

diving off the 3-meter diving board.

Your belly flops still echo in my ears.

The way you clung to the diving board!

I was in such a panic.

If you hadn't done it for me they would've had to peel me off it.

Watch it, Muriel! You're a guest here.

Amazing no one noticed back then.

Your bathing suit was flapping around on me like chamois flaps at the carwash.

Don't exaggerate.

If things were only as simple as they used to be.

Imagine you're me and nothing can go wrong.

I'll try.

I have to get going. See you later.

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

Yes, we start every morning at five and the workday ends at two.

That includes a one-hour lunch break.

Everyone on my farm earns minimum wage.

So you'll get half of that.

You'll feed the pigs,

clean the pens, empty the pens and do minor repairs.

That's a Himalayan jumping spider.

It is a glorious specimen.

But its venom is lethal to humans and animals

if you don't administer an anti-venom within five minutes.

I'll introduce you to the pigs.

ALL-POINTS BULLETIN THIS MAN MAY BE MURDER WITNESS

And when did you see this man?

- Yesterday afternoon around 5 o'clock. - And where was that?

At the market square, next to the shoe store.

Can you remember what he was wearing?

Blue pants... Jeans, I guess. Black jacket.

A gray hat.

What's the point of this?

Jerome has put out an APB on our homeless witness.

Once we find him we've got the killer.

I've always wanted to say that!

The Klein Biddenbach Express wants an interview.

- What should I say? - No. We have a murder to solve.

And Biggi at the post office heard shots.

She'll come by at three to go on record.

Fine.

There you are!

Martha!

What are you doing here?

Someone put a flyer with that hobo on it under our door.

I wanted to see if you're on top of things.

If not, we'll be in hot water, Muriel.

I know that, Martha.

First you two got rid of the wrong body, then the bullet.

God only knows what Arthur did with the gun,

and now this APB.

It's all getting a bit much, don't you think?

Oh, honey, I'm just worried.

All this stress isn't good for you.

I've thought about it.

About what you said earlier.

Maybe we should trade places, like in the old days.

- That's not what I said. - But what you meant.

How do you envision that, Martha? Switching hairstyles won't do it.

The fact is we broke the law and there's no going back.

So get your act together and call off your overzealous officers

or I'll do it for you, hm?

I can't do that.

I'm not corrupt. I...

I'm not corrupt!

Do you remember how we kept the peace in the schoolyard?

You were the good cop, I was the bad cop.

- The other kids were afraid of you. - Rightly so.

But it worked. There wasn't a single brawl.

Except the ones I started myself.

What we're going to do now

is exactly the same thing, hm?

Just that the good cop gets to take a break.

Tell me more. So you were a bouncer?

Yes, at Dance Temple, till they fired me.

Probably because I was a smidgen too spirited, if you get my drift.

- I may have a job for you. - Uh-huh.

You know that Mario Wystraszewski passed away last week.

- Oh yeah, the pimp from "Kronleuchter." - Let's say "manager." Yes, him.

Someone has to do the job.

Gladly.

But can you just decide who does it?

This is the job center, who can decide if not us?

Tell me, do you even like me?

Boy, the way this looks!

- Be honest. - Honest.

What kind of a dumb question is that, Muriel?

You're my sister.

- I bet our own parents wouldn't notice. - Uh-huh.

I sure wonder what Arthur will say to this.

Not a good idea, Muriel.

We shouldn't burden him with this.

If I know Arthur he'll just blab. We should safeguard against that.

The fewer people who know, the better.

- And it's just temporary. - We don't mean to tell him?

- He'll figure it out anyway. - You overestimate him.

Now just hold on!

What if he...

wants me to...

You know.

You're funny.

Don't worry, Arthur knows his arm turns me off.

You told him that?

You'll manage just fine, Muriel.

Out you go. Out.

This way, out you go.

And straight ahead.

Hello, Claudi. How funny.

We haven't spoken since school, and now...

Ahnepol?

No, he seems totally normal to me.

Apart from his hand.

If you want I can tell you about it over a cocktail tonight.

Or now, on the phone, sure.

Hey, sweetie.

- Didn't you want to come by? - Sorry, something came up.

Limber up, you have a client.

- Who was that? - My new pimp.

What? Jesse! Jesse, you don't have to do that anymore.

I told you, you don't have to do that.

We talked about that. Bring the money and I'll stop.

- It won't be long, I promise. - I have to go or I'll be in trouble.

- Come on, make it snappy. - Jesse!

Muriel?

Muriel? Muriel!

The Biddenbach Express reporter won't let up.

He wants a statement on the APB.

Send him to my office. If he wants answers, he'll get them.

Muriel! Muriel! Where were you all afternoon?

- Following a lead. - Which one?

- Dead end. What is it? - Good news.

They've restored the hard drive. It just came back.

Very good! Thanks.

Shall we watch the footage now?

I'll do that. You can go get me a coffee, Jerome.

Oh, my God!

If you didn't have me...

Hello, Martha! I'm back.

Hello.

I didn't make it to the pharmacy, sorry.

No problem, I'm doing much better.

But I've got a new job.

Really?

That's great! Congratulations.

At the pig farm.

Of all places.

If I had said no they would've kicked up a stink and...

we need the money.

As long as you enjoy it.

- Should I make us some dinner? - Sure.

I'll repair it first thing in the morning.

I think I want a drink too.

- To your new job. - To my new job, Martha.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

So you're not looking for a witness but for a suspect?

We can't rule out anything.

- Should I really print this? - You wanted a story, you've got it.

But you bear the responsibility.

Oh, really?

What if they come back?

- I won't sleep a wink. - I'm sure it was just bored kids.

Or pedophiles. They rummaged through Kai's underwear!

- But nothing happened. - What?

Nothing was stolen.

Margret's already forgotten everything.

You're doing fine, right Margret?

Nothing can shock someone born in 1933, right?

No way!

- Muriel! - Good Lord, Martha, you startled me.

So squeamish all of a sudden?

Something wrong?

No. I'm waiting...

- For what? - Your apology.

What should I apologize for?

For audaciously throwing yourself at the man I've had my eye on all night.

You've danced with loads of different men.

Maybe to draw his attention, Little Miss Brainiac.

Since Andy left me I thought I couldn't fall in love,

then a silver lining appears on the horizon and who ruins it?

- My own sister! - I didn't know that.

No!

Apology accepted.

You were never here.

- I'm back. - Hi.

You have lovely hands.

Thanks. Will you tell me your name?

Martha, my name is Martha.

Cheers, Martha.

I'm...

I saw him first.

Arthur!

Yes?

Are you coming? I'm waiting.

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