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Last kiss.

Damn it! Yeah, what a day!

I need to get to Sternberg and Wissholt.

Upstairs, right? I'm sorry. It's been 2 years since I was here.

There's no one here it seems. Do you need a towel or something?

Why is no one here anymore? Closing time…

Then I'll need an ID. Driver's license?

That'll work. I'm sorry. I haven't been here long.

I don't want to get fired. I get it.

And what do you need up there this late? I have an appointment.

Yes.

"11th upper floor."

"11th upper floor."

Philipp!

I didn't know that you're coming too.

Of course. I know that you're here. Nice.

What am I doing here? Are you behind this?

It's not really about...? We're too late.

I get to do that, but you don't. Something will be suggested to you.

You'll find out in a second. Don't mess it up this time.

You think I'll manage? You want back into the firm?

How long did you study art history?

Five semesters. Not a lot. And you didn't graduate?

No, I then... You don't have to explain yourself here.

What do I have to do?

Find out, if a particular painting

is in the possession of a collector from Munich.

The man's name is Magnus Dutt.

You think you can do that?

Yes.

The painting is allegedly missing.

It would be desirable, if you found it,

and made the sale to us possible.

Is it true, that you're a Jew?

Yes. It's about an old painting.

You know what could be attached to that.

I just want to know how objective you are.

I don't practice my denomination.

Does it have anything to do with the fact that it's me who does...?

This man wouldn't talk to a paralegal.

He would probably say he doesn't have the painting.

All sources of information about the whereabouts of the painting

were tapped? Museums? Archives? Yes. The painter is documented as well.

But we couldn't find any official information about this painting.

We have a clue, that it's with Dutt.

What kind of clue? An orally stated assumption.

Spoken at an auction in New York.

We're grasping at straws. What do we know about the collector?

Private person, sells stuff every once in a while.

We don't know much. How old?

About my age. Does he have friends? Family?

His sister died a few years ago.

Children? No, not that I know of.

He must have a grandniece.

I'll give you everything later.

If he sells, how much money do I have?

As little as possible.

And as much as you need.

Good.

What about my fee?

You have to decide right away.

Will you do it?

Yes, absolutely.

Then let's forget your going it alone in the matter of Machalke.

You weren't allowed to reopen the negotiated contract.

I wanted to do something good for the firm.

You succeeded, in that the firm lost the client .

I've understood that by now. I'm sorry.

What kind of painting is it?

One of Ludwig Glaeden's early pieces, German expressionism.

It's called "Die Berufung der Salomé". Ah, Glaeden.

It hung there.

It hung between the two other paintings.

It's still non-absract.

A young woman, half naked, half veiled,

stands on the right side of the painting. She's dancing.

On the left are the outlines of three men and another woman.

One of the men is pointing at the young woman.

Fantastic.

and I thought this was just about an assessment, but now this...

An unknown Glaeden.

That would be some discovery.

I published an article on him once.

We know that, of course.

You speak as if you were hoping from a glimpse of the painting

An answer to the secret of the universe.

But you know, that Glaeden painted Nazi-art at the end of his life?

By order of the Führer?

We here don't think highly of his talent.

Do you think otherwise?

What do you say? One doesn't defend one’s god.

The painting has to be bought. Do you understand?

Sure. Why?

There's suffering attached to it,

and it has to go back to where it belongs.

There?

No, that place... doesn't exist anymore.

It has to go back to a private place. It's a question of justice.

Who actually are you?

We're all old friends here.

We're acting in the interests of someone present here.

That's all there is to say.

When do you need results? You have as long as you need.

But the time remaining to me and my colleagues here

is not infinite, as you can see.

We have to get this done before 11pm.

We don't have that much time. I told you that.

Excuse me! Could you tell me what you're doing here?

I found a wallet. The ID inside says: Dutt.

That's here, right?

Ehm, is that your car? Yes.

Please move it. That's our parking spot. Thank you!

Yeah, I'm leaving in a minute.

Wilma Freitag, born Dutt.

Yes, the death notice was printed in your paper, 2 years ago.

There's no telephone number listed under Magnus Dutt.

Where?

Local telephone book Munich on the internet.

Aha. Why not?

Listen for a moment.

I found a wallet with a lot of money.

The only thing hinting at the owner is this notice.

Why does it have to be so complicated? I want to give it back.

I just want to call there.

Yes?

Yes. Good. Thank you.

"Magnus Dutt's connection

Call again later.

Excuse the inconvenience this may cause.

"Excuse the inconvenience this may cause."

Well, what do we have here?

You're too late. Yeah, I see that.

Come again next week: Painting studio from Croatia. It's worth it.

Careful. You displayed Miss Kufferer?

Two years ago? That happened via Augsburg.

My co-worker does that by herself.

I have to speak to Miss Kufferer but she seems to be hard to reach.

The only thing I found out was regarding the exhibition.

Would you let yourself be invited to dinner,

so I can give you information about her?

Of course.

But that wouldn't lead to anything? No, hardly that.

Tell me, what do you want from her?

There.

How old is she? 34.

Does she have a phone number?

If I have to say please, please, I'm doing it hereby.

No cellphone? Two years ago she didn't have one.

Try that number first, if you want to reach her.

Careful: She's a little crazy.

She used to work in a big laundry shop.

She's probably still doing that. Hey! A little more carefully please.

Crazy. You think? Why? The type who starves for their art.

I've already seen enough of those in my short working career.

Maybe that's why I love doing it. - Honestly, I’m working on my masters.

It's about a missing Ludwig Glaeden painting.

You know, the collector Dutt is Alma Kufferer's great uncle?

She mentioned that. And? Will you tell me anything further?

The painting's called: Die Berufung der Salomé

There’s no photo of it, no copy, just the title.

I had this essay assignment on Glaeden years ago,

and I'm fascinated by his work.

I’m not even sure that painting exists. It was apparently once seen at Dutt's.

And is this important for your work?

"Yes? Excuse me. Yes, please? Was I quiet for that long?

Shit. Uhm, who's there?

Uhm, yes, tell me, is Mr. Dutt available?

No, he's not available at the moment. Who is this?

Who am I talking to please? Are you his secretary?

Hello?

Alma?

Yes? Sorry.

Good evening, Miss Kufferer. Philipp Keyser.

I called you. But we were disconnected.

I have to get to the bus. Bye. Bye.

You didn't call me, you called my uncle's number.

I don't even have a landline.

98163... 981637, yes. That's in Herzogpark.

Only 6 Digits. So that number's been taken for a while.

About 60 years. Munich still has that.

You were at your uncle’s place?

And you just worked the late shift?

No. I was getting something from my colleague

and now I'm going home.

Can you drive well in the dark?

Don't you usually wear glasses?

I'm sorry to barge in like this. I'll explain.

I work as journalist, on arts and culture.

I'm researching about collectors, specifically about Magnus Dutt.

I came across your exhibition in Augsburg at Steller and Türz.

That was 2 years ago, right?

I found it exciting what you do.

If you agree, I'd like to meet you... meet you again,

if that's possible. What do you think?

I think not. I'm not interested.

That’s not very lady-like.

Weren’t you taught that? No.

Check please. Now.

Check? Now.

15,90 Euro. 16 Euro.

Thank you.

You're at the bar and you spoke with my friend by the bus.

No means no. Don't follow me or my acquaintances.

Okay. Come in for a second anyway? Surely not.

How do you know that I live here?

Bine told me.

Yeah. How else would I get to know anything about you?

Where you like to eat... It's terrible, what you're saying.

You liked her. It's okay.

Everyone likes Bine. She's helpful, loving.

You're a bad person. I don't want to see you anymore.

Watch out!

I'm sorry. I let you wait.

No problem. Hello.

We're working on an exhibition opening right now.

Is she really crazy? Who says that?

Your colleague from Munich.

That's how things have to be, when you make art.

Her works don't exist anymore. They can't be conserved.

A nightmare, for dealers and collectors.

Could you give me your address? Yes, sure. Why not?

I have a small creature here that needs help.

I told you, I don't want to see you again.

I wrote a letter

and I wanted to intercept it before you get it.

Nothing here from you. It can't be.

I sent it yesterday.

I want to say it personally anyway: I'd like to write about you.

Yeah?

I really want to see you paint.

But I don't even work here. Where do you work?

I need space.

Don't look like that. It's scary.

You're wearing glasses today.

It's good for traffic. I'm relieved.

My car is back there. I'll follow you.

I thought it lived. Yes, it does.

Do you want coffee? Always.

Do you have milk and sugar?

It's sour.

One moment. Sugar is next-door.

Bine warned me about you. She said you're a rascal.

Why does she say that?

She laughed when she said it.

Where is the man of the house? Travelling.

I'm here often. I like it more than my apartment.

Can I go outside?

When I was 15, I dug over my parents lawn,

and planted potatoes. It lasted for the entire winter.

Of course. Yuh uh.

Yeah, I'm interested in many things.

Mhm, seems that way.

Exactly.

I ran after you, when you waylaid me in the hotel.

You ran across the street without looking, without your glasses.

Could be. But nothing happened.

You see poorly when it's dark, right?

Night-blind?

Vitamin-A-Deficient.

I take pills for it ... against it.

You had a guardian angel yesterday: me.

You don't mind,

that you can't sell your work?

Well, they decay, and I love that.

I mean it, really.

Why don't you document the decay?

What for?

You could sell the documentary.

As limited edition for example.

You could make a real-time blog: Metamorphoses.

And people can subscribe to it.

The garden is so fallow.

I'd love to try it myself.

I wonder what my uncle would think of that.

Your uncle, is that actually your real uncle?

Great-uncle.

A great-uncle would be happy. It'll be better than it is now.

Where is your atelier? Back there.

Can I see? All that's in there is garbage.

The entry is also from the outside. Later?

Let’s drop the formal address. Yes, I'd like that.

Do you always paint with your hands?

Instead of tools, like brushes and stuff?

No, just sometimes. Like in kindergarten.

I'll tell you what I wrote in the letter.

I long for those hands of yours to touch me.

I have to work.

You can come again tomorrow if you want.

The garden.

I just have a quick question.

I have to stay at least one more week, okay?

One moment please. Right up.

Yes, it's okay.

Please welcome Vitomir Moric with me.

Some applause for him.

These are bad.

Sometimes I wish I could do that too, just paint something like that.

I'm sure all of them are going to be sold.

You were successful then? My credit?

Thank you.

He gave me the address to the laundry shop.

You found that painting too? Ludwig Glaeden?

A pretense, to get to know you.

He was looking for a missing painting, at your uncle's.

And you believed him?

Could be though, right?

How is it gonna be now? Are we going to see each other more often?

You see this wrinkle? A family wrinkle.

We all have it: Kufferers, Dutts.

It means skepticism, especially when feelings get involved.

I was frequently tortured with love too.

I know how sticky that can be.

But we're all lonely, the entire family.

But it's interesting, exciting, your family.

Well bravo.

Do you have a brush?!

Thank you.

When you speak to your uncle,

can you ask, if I can meet him?

I have to write the article.

He can't choose where. Here, elsewhere, doesn't matter.

I haven't reached him yet. You have to have a little more patience.

You can touch it if you want. I don’t mind.

Is it finished? Yeah, almost.

You can conserve it.

What for?

To sell it.

Spoerri did that too.

Or Arman.

Yeah, maybe.

At the end of the day no one buys it after all.

Why don't you try it?

Just try it.

Something was left for you.

One moment. Uh, one moment.

Oh yeah, this.

Thanks.

I sat on the right, from your point of view, in Frankfurt.

I forgot your name. It's okay.

But if you have time... I'm here privately.

That's just a coincidence. I'm sorry.

But of course it would be best for everyone, if you could hurry a little bit.

"Such wonderful weather in Bavaria!"

"Pure sun, pure sun, people. Fourth day in a row."

Yeah?

I've locked myself out. I can't get into my apartment.

Well, it's best you call a locksmith, right?

Hello?

No. You have to come, okay?

Please.

Hello.

Now I have your phone number. Ha!

How'd this happen? I don't know.

Lost my key. Or it's in the apartment.

I drove back and forth three times.

In the dusk? Without glasses? It was still light out.

Is the balcony door open, maybe? Or a window?

Can you get up there?

Yeah.

Is there any light? On the right side of the door.

What's going on here?

Hello.

Is the key inside? Noo.

Don't you have a spare key?!

There's a board next to the door.

There's a small bowl on it!

Do you see it?!

I'm still looking!

Is it a single one?!

Oh noo, now... Yes, that's the one!

I'm going to the door! Can you open for me?!

Yeah!

Whew!

That was nice. Thank you.

Yeah, I'm nice.

Good. Bye.

Bye.

Hm...

Mr. Dutt?

If I had known that... I'm a friend of your grandniece.

She was here to look after the house,

and forgot her work ID.

She asked me to check. You're a friend of Alma's?

Alma said that you're supposed to take care of it?

Why? Why doesn't she come herself?

Did you find anything in the kitchen? No. I don't know.

Pure coincidence that I'm here. I have to leave immediately.

Maybe we can check. She was worried a little bit.

I'm going to the laundry and I'll tell her to look at home.

She's constantly losing things, but it all shows up again eventually.

Well, I don't see anything here. Yeah, you're right.

It all started with a coincidence.

I researched the history of a painting for an article.

That's when I first came across your name.

A painting from Ludwig Glaeden: "Die Berufung der Salomé".

Oh, you wanted to speak to me. You’re working in the garden.

Very nice.

But I can't pay you anything for it.

Both of my houses eat up my savings over the years.

Yeah... I don't want to be impolite,

but if I don't leave now, I'll miss my train.

Are the sources correct

that the painting is in your possession now?

"Do I have any proof, that the painting exists?"

What made you think of that?

"It's just a feeling.

I love Glaeden. I know Glaeden."

Why didn't I know the painting?

So you didn't get far yet?

Did you see it for yourself?

What kind of picture was that?

There's no accurate date for the "Berufung der Salomé".

"The curators assume that

the painting is based on a folkloric interpretation of Salomé

as daughter of Herod

and as such, is attributable to Glaeden's early work."

"A catalog-text." Yeah, I know it.

"I can't offer you more, Herr Keyser."

Why the remark that Glaeden did commission work for the Nazis?

You knew, I knew that.

"Does it matter to you?"

I thought one doesn't defend one’s god?

"You said, it was a question of justice."

Justice for whom?

Does the painting have to go back to its previous owner, or inheritor?

I'd like to know that. That'd be helpful.

If yes...I know these people from my time in the USA.

"Financially they don't need it back."

It's about a sale.

"So I don't understand the question.”

“Philipp, I know that the painting exists."

And I'll trust that you'll find it, Hm?

The last time I saw him was two days ago.

I borrowed the keys from the neighbors.

I'll bring it back. Don't worry about it.

No. I'll find it again.

Why do you create all these things that decay,

where there’s nothing left of them at the end?

You don't choose what you make.

It's the other way around.

I'm lucky if I manage to finish something.

Ludwig Glaeden, the painter I wrote about

and how I got to your uncle... I know.

He did commission work too, later on.

He just wanted to paint. And he wanted to make a living doing it.

Is that why you hate what I do?

Because I don't sell anything? No, I'm a money person.

I studied economics, journalism,

and art history and culture management.

A bragger. What did you do with it?

Busted insurance fraudsters. Oh, come on. Really?

That's totally boring though, right?

They're all lying there.

This one, the grandfather of my great-uncle, he was painter himself.

And his son was art historian.

He was the first one in the family called "Magnus".

And that's the big dealer, Eckhart Dutt.

He opened the first gallery here in 1932.

Before that he had one in Dresden.

He was a money person too.

My mom died when I was... 15?

Philipp?

Philipp?

Philipp?

Miss?! Hello?!

The gate is already closed!

Ow!

This can't be.

Hello! Hello! Who do you want to dig up?

Oh, you're bleeding. I'll take you outside.

But next time look for an exit earlier, okay?

This can't be. Time to go home.

Didn't you hear me calling?!

Are you scared of cemeteries?

Of death. Cemeteries are okay.

I'm sorry. Bad lighting, out of focus.

But did you find it?

Yeah, after Magnus told me what you were looking for.

Nice by the way, that I know about that now.

That's not the painting itself. An old photograph, an early Polaroid.

He has the photograph, not the painting, he says.

It was relocated for some reason.

The people who were supposed to look after it,

gave it to the Nazis, so they'd allow them to leave Germany.

I guess it didn't work. Who said that? Your uncle?

How did it come back into the family?

Eckhart, the dealer,

bought it again I guess, after the war.

Why did you look for it?

I just had this feeling all of a sudden. What?

I thought he was lying to me.

Sometimes I think, he wants to destroy all paintings,

just so no one else can have them.

Do you know the story of Sardanapal?

The last Assyrian king?

He, who burned his city and everything he loved,

and then himself?

Just so it wouldn't fall into the enemy’s hands?

I didn't know it either, Magnus told it to me.

With the difference that the things

your uncle wants to destroy, might not belong to him.

How can you not care about this?!

I know, it's stolen or forced sale!

It was bought twice from the Dutts.

The first time by my great grandfather in Dresden.

That's how it often was after the first world war.

Someone would show up with a lot of money,

and the painters sold, because they had to.

They were often not well known yet.

Maybe they were screwed over during the sale.

While the paintings were in some rich guy’s room,

their value increased. Wasn’t it also an enrichment?

My great grandfather paid the painter a lot for it.

Then he sold it.

and found it in estate after the war.

Found?

Who took it from him or from whom after the war?

I can't think that way. It doesn't belong to your uncle.

"Hello?" Yes, it's me.

Don't even think about it.

And even though you know, that he only cares about this...

We do this every two months. Uncle doesn't like cleaning ladies.

Coming!

You told her I'm a rascal

Because you are. Shameless.

Why do you think she needs you?

To see me in the right light?

She's distrustful. Yeah, she is.

But once she gets over her fear and her distrust

there's no more stopping her.

And you looked so deeply into me

that you thought, you had to protect her from me?

Bine, are you jealous?

Uhm, noo.

Know what I won't do?

What?

I won't move a very precious item

from this house into your purse.

Miss Kufferer and Mr. Dutt won't think

you stole from them.

I don't have to do it, because you will leave anyway.

and you won't contact Alma anymore in the next few weeks, okay?

You don't have to come clean here

for the next few months either.

That'll make it easier for you.

Yeah, nothing in there, that doesn't belong to you.

Bye, Bine.

Did you see the roof? Everything made of Gold, Gold! Shameless.

Aquí. Sign here.

Thank you.

What happened?

I have just been victim of an attack.

Or I should say clear physical expression of will.

But I was able to fight off the attack.

Yes, please?

"Hello. This is Philipp Keyser.

I couldn't reach Alma. Is she in her studio?”

No, I don't think so.

"What do you want from her?"

To drop off my plants, if you doesn't mind.

I am out front.

Didn’t you have plans to travel?

No, you must have misunderstood that.

Do you remember our last conversation?

Yes, vaguely.

We talked about Ludwig Glaeden.

I asked about the "Berufung der Salomé".

It's true that the painting is in your possession.

I don't know which sources you had access to.

Is that the case?

Why do you want to know that?

Why should I talk to you about that?

We don't know each other.

My apologies. I am an admirer of Glaeden.

I can't get over the fact that I didn't know anything about the painting.

Possible, that a painting like this

at some point came into my family’s collection a long time ago. So?

That would mean that it belongs to you now.

You see...

Paintings don't belong to anyone.

They only belong to themselves.

It's also a misconception that they belong to everyone.

To the public, or however you want to say it.

Legally both views would be considered

an unusual perspective. No.

No, no, it's much simpler.

The paintings can't protect themselves.

Paintings want to be figured out, they want to be known.

"Known" in the sense of the bible.

Does that make sense to you?

Because if they're just looked at carelessly, they lose in value.

This has nothing to do with financial value.

They would lose their voice.

I... speak to them.

That's a mutual... Is the Salomé stolen art?

In what sense? That's nothing but a headline.

The things we call stolen art today don't even exist.

You’d have to start with the fact

that someone could exploit a painter's financial misery…

These paintings were painted to be sold.

They exist to be in this world, and to please.

If they were stolen, they have to get back to their original location.

Then you'd have to put them in the painter’s grave.

Of what use would that be?

They’d decay.

I protect them.

Did you speak to Alma about me?

Of course.

One more week till Wednesday? Sure.

Can I stay in the same room?

I can only sell this with a prescription.

Do you have anything else? Good old Valerian.

I’ll take it, and something for gastric irritation.

What's wrong with you?

Calm down. Do you want to sit down?

Breathe easily.

Calm. Breathe.

Excuse me?

Where can I find someone who can give me information?

Ludwig Glaeden. Do you have old newspapers as well?

How old? 20's- and 30's.

Not all of those are digitalized. You have to ask upstairs.

So, "Glaeden".

What family names?

What do you want with that?

I want to nail a girl to the cross with it.

Aha.

Yeah?

Thank you for picking up.

You lied. Magnus' dad was never in Dresden.

"The Gallery in Munich was opened after the war.

How did he acquire the painting?"

What's going on all of a sudden?

I met your uncle.

"Yes, what?"

You knew that. He told you about it.

Yes, why wouldn't he?

"Philipp? Hello?"

Hello? "Philipp!"

Are you still there? I can't hear you anymore.

Morning.

Alma? What was it?

Nice of you to get in touch.

Is he there?

No.

Philipp... I won't promise you anything, okay?

I don't know where the painting you're looking for is,

but maybe I can help you find it.

But... what?

But...

If you could maybe just...

...stay with me for a while.

Yeah, fine.

Agreed.

When I was still living here this looked different.

He rearranged. Beckmann?

Mueller.

Heckel. No. That's a Kirchner.

Böcklin, that's not true, right? How many does he have?

Hey, put that back as it was, okay?

Waldmüller.

Ouch.

There's another room. That's just one storage space.

That's an early Christian Schad. Around 1930.

That one is considered lost.

Well, not really.

It's here, right? Officially missing.

Where did he get it? Everything inherited.

He never bought a painting himself in his life.

Chagall...

50 x 50.

Glaeden lived to be very old. Did you know that?

I think almost over 80.

He could barely see at all his last 20 years.

When is your uncle coming back? I don't know.

You can never tell with him.

He drove to the Bodensee. His other house is there.

We can call him, say we found it.

He doesn't have a cellphone.

And I have to go to work. Can you take me?

I'm already late.

Sure.

Ah! Shit, shit. I'm sorry.

Don’t worry. It won't get sticky with us.

It's just about sex.

Sex in exchange for stolen art. A clear deal.

You can't see anything properly anymore.

Doesn't matter. I don't see anything anyway. Where are your glasses?

Be quiet or you have to leave.

Why do you only have such narrow beds everywhere?

Magnus doesn't have any relatives anymore, right?

Since his sister died, not anymore.

So just you.

Then you inherit all this. No.

I wouldn't accept that. I'm not crazy.

It’s obvious one can't live with it all.

We do have time, right?

The painting is here. I saw it. He has it.

"Then proceed, Herr Keyser."

Do you know the story of King Sardanapalus,

who burned all his treasures?

"Yes, he protected them from the Euphrates flood.

The fire was just the logical conclusion.

And what's your point?"

Fuck!

I'm watchful, you know?

I saw you enter via the neighbour's property.

I've repeatedly spoken with Alma about this painting.

She said the same as you. It was stolen from the artist.

That's what she said? Not word for word.

But rather? That's how she meant it.

I take care of the paintings that have been entrusted to me.

I was given this task. I didn't choose this.

And just how I take care of the paintings, they feed me,

whenever I have to sell one of them.

Maybe again shortly.

With lower creatures you'd call that a symbiosis.

There's still a few people in Liechtenstein or in Switzerland,

who deserve to be trusted.

But I was persuaded to look for this painting.

I am fully authorised

to negotiate the purchase conditions.

You recently told me something

that kept me thinking.

You said, the paintings weren’t indifferent about who was looking at them.

I can assure you in this respect, too.

Mr. Keyser, I'm not doing any of this for myself.

My father put this collection together.

He died soon after the war.

One could say...

...that Munich became a city of self-promoters after the war.

A loud city, up until the 70s.

One could hide very well, behind the volume of others.

Now I have to protect this collection.

And that's what I will do.

Against fire and flood.

I didn't know about all the details.

It's such a demanding assignment,

that I had to learn, to renounce many things.

What were you told?

You're obviously a secretive man, Mr. Dutt.

What were you told that there's suffering attached to the painting?

Yes.

It was mentioned. That's not true.

This painting changed places multiple times.

But those people, the ones who sent you here,

they'll sell it again, right away.

I am their real target, they want to neutralise me,

take the paintings’ protector away and give me a kick.

But... I won't allow that.

Neutralise you?

Why?

Are you saying that you know the people who hired me?

Maybe I'm not getting my point across.

I took this assignment, and I'll fulfill it.

You have enough that you can protect.

You'll receive an offer. Hey, hey, hey.

You have to find a way for the rest of your life.

Or else others will find one for you. Don't do it!

The painting! Leave!

Ah!

Are you crazy? It doesn't belong to you. To you, then?

Yes, you idiot, at least more than it does to you.

You knew what I wanted from you. So don't go crying now.

That's none of your business.

"I don't want the paintings", my ass.

You're the asshole! You want money!

So you have something to do, when you cant get anything done!

I'll wring your neck! Go ahead. You can't do it anyway.

Bye, you corpse. Just die.

You want back in the firm?

I'm sorry.

I can't yet say, whether the painting is in Mr. Dutt's possession.

That's not good, Philipp.

That's unfortunate. Yes, I can't change it.

Give me more time, or hire someone else.

We'll think about it. What about my fee?

We'll reimburse the expenses you've had so far.

That's not enough. You think you deserve more?

For even getting involved in this in the first place.

You'll get 10% of your fee, Philipp.

No more.

Take it.

I'll think about it.

See you tomorrow. Yeah, yeah, till tomorrow.

A tip-off from a dealer from Munich,

led the tax authorities to the trail of an art collector.

Everything went really fast from there.

Open please. Customs check.

One week later, an elderly gentleman returned from Switzerland by train.

With a large sum of cash.

Passport control.

He was routinely checked.

The sum was under the declaration limit,

but because the train came from Zurich,

and the sum was suspiciously high regardless,

he was put under observation.

In order to substantiate the proof for tax evasion,

his home was finally searched.

That's when the authorities stumbled upon a vast forgotten art collection.

And because it was unknown what to do

with that artistic treasure,

it was quickly moved into an administrative depot.

And that is where the paintings stayed.

And they would've stayed there,

until the increasingly complex lawsuit that resulted

lost a little bit of its menace.

"Dräuend", by the way, is a beautiful, old-German word.

They were really thorough. Everything's gone.

It's all in storage somewhere in the Allgäu.

How's your uncle? Not good.

Where is he? He's in hospital.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not because of you.

It is because they took it all.

I love you.

That's not true.

Who's going to water the garden and the flowers?

No one.

That's murder.

That's murder.

I know. I'll get started tomorrow.

Philipp, I don't see you. Where are you?

I'm very sick.

I...

I know.

They found out that

the cancer is pulling Vitamin A out of my body.

That's why my sight is so bad.

I can barely recognize you.

I have to wait for a matching organ.

I'm hoping for the call.

Could you please leave me alone now?

"My dear Alma, however things will go from here,

I hope this painting will help you be happy.

You will get better again and live with that young man,

whom I distrusted, and who cares for you so deeply.

I was wrong."

Untertitelung: BR 2017 - translated into English for KG by marshmellowv