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YOU TELL ME

And now shout.

Silke!

Can't you shout a bit louder?

Silke!

- There's no one there. - Yes, I know she is.

- Then you shout out. - If I shout it's no surprise.

Then just ring the bell.

Silke!

Shut the fuck up!

Nothing.

Will you take part in my survey now?

- What club are you from, then? - None.

I'm Dennis, 22, I'm helping the police look for a child.

- What child? - The missing girl.

Oh, shit. But I can't tell you anything.

- I don't live here. - Where do you live then?

- Spain. - Spain!

- Where in Spain? - Mallorca.

- Are you writing that down? - Yes.

- Everything I'm told... - Moni?

What are you doing here?

You're looking good.

As if you could see from down there.

I'm not blind like you.

That's her.

- Sillo? - I'll be right there.

- Hey. - Hi.

- What? - My neck.

It's fine.

- This thing suits you. - It's itchy like hell.

I can scratch, then.

It's fine. I'm a bit stressed out today.

You've got to avoid that. Go lie down and rest.

I can't.

Dad needs his meal and the inspector is coming over.

- I've got a gift for you. - Can we do that later?

No, I've got it here already.

- Come on... - Open it.

- Oh no. - What?

They're the wrong ones.

- So what would be the right ones like? - I ordered blue ones.

No, they're great. Thanks.

No, I'll return them.

- Moni... - Pink is shit.

Not your style at all.

Why wasn't the inspector here earlier?

She already visited me at the hospital.

- So? - What so?

Any witnesses, suspects ...?

They think the guy who threw me off the bridge was some drunk.

And what do you think?

I don't think a drunk would throw me off a bridge just like that.

Let me cook for Dad.

You don't even know what he can eat.

He could eat something new.

- He freaks out about new stuff. - It's good if he freaks out.

- We're not on Mallorca here. - On Mallorca there's dead silence.

Is that why you came here?

Nope.

If you want, I can give you the contact of a very good therapist.

Here you go.

- No, I need to work. - You don't have to.

What you experienced can't be processed easily.

But I'll go crazy if I stay home.

Last time we talked, you said you saw something in the water.

Which is why you bent over the railing.

What was it that you saw?

Well, I thought it was the red jumper of the missing child.

But it wasn't.

Did anything weird happen recently?

- Meaning what? - Anything surprising.

- I don't let myself be surprised. - How's that?

If something bad happens, I'd expected it. If it's something good, it won't happen.

- A colleague killed himself. - When was that?

- A month ago? - What's your job exactly?

- I'm an engineer on a ship lift. - Were you there when it happened?

No.

I didn't work that day.

- Why? - Well, we don't think you were the target.

But if you were, I need to know everything.

I'd like to go to the bridge again.

So you can describe what you saw there.

- What if he's watching? - What?

I don't want the attacker knowing I called the police.

We'll take care. Trust me.

- But what if she doesn't want to? - Moni, stop, please.

Tell me what happened, I'll go there and show them.

- He doesn't know me. - Moni, you weren't there.

But I know how you mean things.

CHAPTER ONE MONI

It is 5:30 p.m. Potsdam, Brandenburg and world news.

In the case of the missing Milena there is still no trace.

Despite a large police-diver investigation there isn't any new information...

any information that could help.

More on this in our upcoming feature.

Now to our tips for the weekend.

- Where have you been? - Taking Dad's meal over.

- I saw him. - Who?

- The guy who threw you off the bridge. - You don't even know what he looks like.

- I do. He was in your apartment. - When? - Just now.

- Just now?! - I left the door open to take out the trash.

- Why did you leave it open? - To take the trash out.

- Why? - Because it stank.

- Are you nuts? - In summer you have to do that.

- But why leaving my door open? - You didn't give me a key.

Listen, Sillo, that doesn't matter... What is that guy doing here?

- In your apartment? - It was some neighbour.

It wasn't. I'm sure. We have to tell the police.

I just want to sleep, OK?

And what if he comes back?

I won't open the door.

- Shit. - What?

- If he stole something. - Moni, please.

Where do you keep your valuables?

Do you have a spare key?

- Moni, you're driving me crazy. - What if he stole your key?

In the drawer on the right. It's there.

- This one? - Yes.

I'll call the police tomorrow.

Let's calm down, OK?

- I'm really sorry, how could I know he... - Moni...

It's OK.

Let's just go to sleep.

Got any bedding for the couch?

No.

I don't have bedding for the couch.

It'll be fine.

I'd prefer if...

if you didn't spend the night here.

It's all a bit too much for me and...

I know a good hotel.

Do you need money?

No, I'll manage.

Take it.

It's hard to imagine how the parents of the missing girl might feel.

It has to be so terrible, not to know where your child is.

I mean a child doesn't get lost, just like that.

We are slowly getting to a point where we confront ourselves

with the fact that we won't find the girl alive.

But we don't want to think about that.

I would definitely say that we all stick together.

It's not often the case, but now we just have to.

Welcome.

Have a seat.

- Do have you any professional education? - Yes.

Where?

All learning by doing.

Is this everything?

Yes.

I'm afraid it's not enough.

This is just a list, but I'd need references from each hotel.

- You don't believe me? - Of course I believe you, but...

The thing is, we don't often hire people of your age,

and it's not my decision.

My superiors want to see papers.

So where are your superiors? I can talk to them.

- Hong Kong. - Don't they have a phone?

I told Silke to take care.

What do you mean?

That thing with her colleague who killed himself.

His brother blames Silke.

Dad, what are you talking about?

He thinks Silke could have prevented it.

I mean, his whole family is nuts.

- I thought you'd dyed your hair blue. - Are you disappointed?

Silke showed me a photo, when you had blue hair.

That was ten years ago.

You don't dye it blue anymore?

It was just a phase.

I thought you had blue hair now.

Should I dye it again?

No. I just thought it was blue.

As you can see it's not. It's still dyed though.

Are you crying?

I guess.

I don't have... a tissue.

Doesn't matter.

It's open, come in!

Sit down.

- OK. - Sorry...

- About that missing child... - I'm a bit in a hurry.

No worries. I don't have any news about the child.

But I'll contact you if I find out anything.

Wait, why did you call me then?

My little sister was thrown off a bridge.

- Shit! I'm so sorry. - No.

- She's alive. - OK.

And she already told the police.

But I feel like they don't care about it, you know?

No. I don't.

OK, look...

You're the best questioner I know. Really.

So I wanted to ask you

if you could do the same for my sister what you're doing for the child.

A month ago, one of her colleagues killed himself

but my sister won't talk about it which is why...

You've got to go there and find out what was up.

- With her colleague? - Right.

But why don't you just ask your sister?

She doesn't want me to help her at all.

Your sister...

did she have any enemies?

That's what you have to find out.

OK. Fine.

I'll go now. I'll do this...

and I'll get back to you.

You're the best.

- For real? - What?

That I'm the best.

Yes, sure.

That means a lot to me.

Thanks.

It was in the mailbox.

I WON'T STOP TILL YOU CONFESS!

- Did you tell the police? - Yes. I just called them.

They take note of it and report back. What the hell?

I don't know.

- Where was the photo taken from? - Probably from the block opposite.

Shit, you think he's watching?

No way, Sillo.

He just wants you to think that... He's playing with you.

It was dumb to go to the bridge with the inspector.

- He must've seen it. - It's not your fault.

What does he mean by "I won't stop"? Is he going to kill me?

He doesn't want to kill you, he...

He's driving you crazy. That's his plan.

- But why? - It's written here.

- He wants you to confess. But what? - I didn't do anything.

But he thinks so.

Oh, sweetie!

When will it stop?

I don't know.

- Why not? - How should I?

- Because you normally know everything. - Right.

I don't want to sleep here tonight.

- We're staying here tonight, Dad. - Why didn't you call?

- I've got to tidy up. - I'll do that.

Hey, the detector's on the blink.

Now you broke it.

Fixed it.

Thanks.

- Do you want a go? - Me?

- What now? - Well...

you'll get to it.

Got anything to test it with?

I usually test it here on my hips.

- On your hips? - They put loads of metal in it.

Here you go.

Don't tidy, I can sleep in your bed.

It's not for two.

That's alright, Miss Passe.

- Ouch! - You OK?

Really?

- What? - You still have Mum's old tape recorder?

You didn't take it.

I've never heard her listening to music like that.

I thought she always listened to German music.

She used to listen to Spanish stuff only.

So what's she singing?

Well...

You say I don't like you.

Don't say that.

Maybe you'll never understand...

why I'm leaving you.

Now she's repeating it all.

- Crazy. - What?

Your thumbs still look so weird.

- I thought it would heal. - How that?

- Why not? - Because they're normal like this.

You told me you hit them with a hammer.

Well, you used to believe everything I said.

I still do.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

But you used to lie better.

- Why did you turn it off? - I don't want to think about Mum.

Your bed is ready.

- Ute invited us to her wedding. - Eh.

- I thought she was already married. - That didn't work out.

- She didn't invite me then, either. - She did. You didn't go.

- I can't fly to Germany just for Ute. - It's not just Ute who lives here.

Why have you never come to Mallorca?

- How should I go there alone at 12? - And you're still 12, huh?

Am I a travel pro?

You could just call. And say, "Moni,

I'd like to see you again, can you book me a flight?"

But I'm not inviting myself.

Maybe the guy's right and I could have prevented it.

You couldn't have.

You don't know me.

I'M AT REHAB CENTER.

I'm pretty sure he lives here.

I couldn't find out much on your sister's colleague.

But what I know is, he had few friends at work,

one brother, didn't talk much, and a man told me he'd seen him crying.

- Crying? Why? - He didn't know.

Then I went to the bridge, asked around,

and I got 40 I-saw-nothings, 10 I-ain't-talking-to-yous,

and two I-saw-somethings.

So what did they see?

Hildegard, 74, saw someone running from the bridge. An African she said.

Nonsense. It wasn't an African. The other one?

The other, Wolfgang, 82...

He said he had to put his dog down 'cause it had bitten a neighbour,

and he asked me if I knew anyone

who could smuggle the dog abroad, and I said no.

But what did he see?

He must've forgotten. Somehow.

- Monika, I've got something for you. - What?

What is it?

- It's a codfish. - For me?

Yes. Who else?

- It stinks. - It's normal. It just needs to be smoked.

- You're a real expert? - No. My brother is rambling about it.

- So what do you ramble about? - I don't.

- It's fishing or nothing at all. - There's always something to talk about.

You can talk to anyone about anything. Except my brother.

I'm too young for you.

No. I've got a boyfriend.

In Spain.

Shit. I guess you eat fish there every day.

- No. - No?

No. Antonio doesn't like fish.

- Well, sorry. - It's fine.

No, you just looked like a real single to me.

What? What does a real single look like?

Well...

kind of like this.

- Shit. That's him. - Where?

- There! - I'm coming. - No, he'll see.

Sillo?

Oh, shit.

- What happened? - The guy assaulted me.

Damn it.

- Are there plasters in the kitchen? - In the drawer.

- OK. - Next to the fridge.

- Where did he assault you? - In front of my rehab place.

- Why didn't you call? - Shh. Dad's asleep.

My battery was dead.

What did he do?

He hit me and screamed at me.

And what did he scream?

That it was my fault.

What a coward.

I knew he'd strike again.

Let's call the police.

He said he'd kill us both if we call the police.

We won't let him dictate us what we do.

- He's serious, Moni. - Yes. I'm serious, too.

I didn't tell Dad.

- Moni, we don't even know who he is. - I know who he is.

- And even where he lives. - What? How come?

- I followed him. - You did what?

Yes, I tracked him. He lives in the block opposite yours.

I'm calling the police now.

I'll call.

No, I'm safe. Yes.

One moment...

- Where does he live? - In the block opposite yours.

It's 105, Breite Street. Yes. OK.

I see. Good. Thanks.

They'll check it now and then go over.

Check what?

Are they going there or not?

How should I know how the police work.

- I'm going there now and beat him up. - What?

- Yeah sure! - You don't know who you're messing with.

No. But he doesn't, either.

No. Harder and faster. You don't have that much time.

- But then I'll smash your head. - Yeah, that's just right.

I won't smash your head!

If you don't do it right today, we won't get it done tomorrow.

So, I'll show you again.

You get this one here, hold the other there.

- Where did you learn this? - Mallorca.

- See my legs? - Yes.

So he can't knee your pussy. OK? Again.

How about you do that and I do the handcuffs?

You've got more power than me.

And if he sees you he'll be wary. We can't let that happen.

So you hide, I ring, I'm all innocent,

- you go in. - What if he hits me?

- I'll cuff him. - And then?

Then...

we tell him that he'd better leave you alone.

- Why should he do that? - Cause we'll cut his ear off.

- Why his ear? - What would you cut him off?

- I don't want to cut anything. - We don't have to.

But we have to threaten him somehow, right?

That's good.

Moni?

You're not going back to Mallorca, are you?

Is that good?

- You girls are crazy. - All part of the service.

Want a bedtime story, too?

- I could tell one myself. - Go ahead.

Come on, sit down.

- I've got to wash up. - I'll do it later. Sit down.

Which one do you want?

- Sea monster. - Sea monster?

Well...

once upon a time,

many, many years ago,

there was a king.

A very old and forgetful king

who couldn't even remember the names of his own children.

One morning,

the king was told

that his son,

Prince Daniel...

I wish I could make myself fall asleep, too.

It's his pills.

You fell for it, huh?

Yes.

Sleep well.

Moni?

Take care of Silke, OK?

Sure.

She sometimes overestimates her power.

- She's ten times stronger than both of us. - Yes.

But you and I are weak.

Hello, I'm Gabi Hübschmann. I'm here about the missing child.

And I have some questions. Do you have a minute?

- Yes, alright. - Great.

So you are Mr. Schmidt, right?

And your... first name is?

- René. - Damn, my pen... Do you have one?

- I'll check. - Thanks.

Moni!

What the fuck?

- Easy, I'm not doing anything. - Stay where you are or I'll strangle her.

I'll kill you if you do. Let her go.

- It's not her fault. - I'm sorry.

No, don't apologise. No one can look into another's soul.

- Stop! - No one!

My brother told everybody he couldn't take it anymore.

So what? Everybody says that now and then.

Yes, but nobody looks like my brother did.

- So could you stop him? - No. I couldn't.

- But I tried. - Yeah, great job.

So if you couldn't stop him, how could my sister?

- You've no idea! - I don't give a shit!

But all this is no reason to throw my sister off a bridge, shitface!

I didn't mean to!

I didn't mean to.

If you ever touch my sister again,

I'll kill you.

Get it?

Are you kidding me?

Our special guest from Mallorca.

Hey there.

You two!

Sven, come over here!

- Oh, thanks. - Thank you.

I've known these two for 20 years.

- This is Silke... - Sven, hi.

- That's Moni. - Hello.

- You still speak German? - I forgot all of it.

Let's go.

We found the missing child at work yesterday.

And?

They took her to the hospital. That's all I know.

She was laying at the edge of the forest. As if she was sleeping.

- I have to tell you something. - I already know.

You've fallen in love with Dennis.

What?

You've got that look.

What look?

Like with Mirko,

with Rico,

with André.

And what do I look like then?

A bit stupid.

No, I said I'm sorry but it won't work out.

Sillo, I've got a job.

That's good, right?

Can you turn off the music for a second please?

- Dude. I can't do it. - Well, that was pretty good.

I'm as flexible as a tree.

Nobody expects you to be a perfect dancer.

- People will see me and laugh. - Don't care about the people.

It's your wedding.

What's wrong?

- This hand, right? - Let's swap for a moment.

So, breathe.

Feel me.

Good.

Buddy, when the wedding is on, can you dim the lights so things aren't too clear?

That'd be great.

- René, don't you want to get married? - What, to whom?

My Ute. And then we'll swap again.

I mean, we have the same friends. They'll be all there.

The buffet is ordered.

Hey, Svenni, don't worry.

You're good, dude.

And what matters is that you'll have fun.

And so will Ute. It's your day, isn't it?

Are you with me?

So let's get go.

- Thanks, buddy. Bye. - Bye.

CHAPTER TWO RENÉ

It'll be fine, man.

Gather round for the briefing, please.

We're looking for a girl,

nine years old, Milena Beck.

She's been missing for four days, and we're assuming she...

Sven! she might be found here.

We're starting our search over here on the left side.

- Sven, what is it? - Who's that guy there?

The father of the missing girl.

I told him he shouldn't come here as it won't help him and will hinder us

but he can't sit still at home, so keep it professional

and be nice and sensible.

- Fine. - Get ready and we'll start searching.

- Who's getting lunch? - I know who's not getting it.

I got it last week.

- Is this kindergarten or what? - I can get it.

No, Svenni can do it.

- He'll only get some crap. - Yeah, that's true.

I'll go, then.

- So, what did you get? - I only found a Chinese.

Always Chinese...

I hate Chinese.

Thanks, no.

Thanks.

Did we get lost on our way?

Guys, anyone don't like their meat?

Anyone wants to swap?

I tested it, it's working again.

You have to check the paper feed from time to time.

It was blocked.

Dude...

- That's why you call me late at night? - How often have you called me late?

Come on, tell me what's up.

You think I'm doing fine?

I don't get it. What do you mean?

Do I look fine, happy, at ease with myself?

Thanks, no.

Yes.

Until five minutes ago, you did.

What are you doing?

Going to bed in the hope that tomorrow you'll be your old self.

- Meaning what? - My René.

Without a mental disability.

I threw a woman off a bridge.

You what?

I threw a woman off a bridge.

- You what? - I pushed a woman off a bridge.

- Is she still alive? - I don't know. I guess.

- Who is she? - I've no idea. I don't know her.

- So why did you throw her off the bridge? - I don't know. I didn't mean to.

- Did you just bang into her? - No, I passed by her and...

by mistake I went...

- You stroked her and she fell? - No...

It must have been a bit harder, like this.

- You need a break, dude. - I've just had a vacation.

- I mean a real break. - What? Four weeks aren't enough?

I always told you you work too much.

- I'd have known if it was too much. - No, that's just it.

You don't realise it yourself.

Just look at me.

Do I look like a guy who's so fucked

he'd just throw some stranger off a bridge?

You need a big hug.

I have to tell our boss.

No. Absolutely not.

I have to. We need to trust one another.

René, cool it now.

You're going too far.

Don't ditch your job over some petty stuff.

- It's not petty! - No?

So what is it, then?

I've no idea.

Hey, we both always come up with something, right?

OK?

Jürgen, you go to therapy sometimes, right?

- So you know about depression. - But I'm not a therapist.

But you know the feeling and so on.

I've told you about René before. He's not feeling so well.

Meaning what?

He doesn't sleep well, isn't concentrated...

I threw a woman off a bridge.

- I'm not some criminal or something. - Nor is René.

That's the thing, he doesn't even know why he did it.

- So how was it? - What?

Throwing her down?

Shit.

From what point?

As soon as I'd done it.

And before? How was it?

I hadn't thought about it.

And in the very moment you did it?

Nothing. It was so fast.

Ever done it before? I mean, tried to throw someone down?

No.

I thought, something in me briefly thought:

Why not throw someone off the bridge?

- Well, that's something. - What?

Now we know it wasn't an accident.

- Of course it was an accident. - But you thought about it.

I thought it by accident.

- What do you mean? - Well...

You know that feeling

when you suddenly think something you've never thought before?

- No, not really. - I know what he means.

My therapist once told me

there was a good reason for my thoughts.

Being what?

It relates to my childhood

and violence, and...

that I was afraid I would be abandoned.

But no one abandoned or abused me or anything.

Were your parents strict with you? Forbid a lot of things?

Did they love your brothers more than you?

- I'm an only child. - It's definitely not his parents.

- For sure. - What now?

Nothing.

I'm fine, I have a good job, my parents are alive, I've got Svenni.

But you do lose it sometimes.

- I never lose it. - You do about plastic waste in the water.

But not that I'd throw someone off a bridge.

You should hear yourself when you see that stuff in the water.

But I'm not some kind of anti-plastic guy.

No, right. You're not. He isn't.

What's that?

What?

The small dark spot there.

That's the occipital lobe. It looks as it should.

And this little thing here?

- One of the brain's ventricles. - Why is it so dark?

It's a cavity.

- Why is there a cavity? - It's where brain fluid is produced.

And is it producing it?

Excuse me?

Is the cavity doing its job?

Your brain is in good condition.

You've nothing to worry about.

Can I keep this?

If you fell eight metres into the water, what injuries could occur?

It depends on how you hit it.

With the head.

Did you fall?

No, I've dreamt about it.

If you're lucky, nothing happens. If you're unlucky, you break your neck.

How much bad luck?

- Got a scale for bad luck? - Zero to ten.

Seven.

- Bye. - Bye.

Moni?

- What are you doing here? - You're looking good.

- As if you could see it from down there. - I'm not blind like you.

Once you told me the kids here just lose it from one second to the next.

- Yes, but you always get those ones. - And what do they do then?

That depends.

- Dana, for example, starts to spit. - Why's that?

I think something builds up inside her and has to be released.

- Do you find me emotional? - That depends.

Back when we were together, did I ever just lose it?

- What? - Well...

Did I ever get violent or...

did I hit you or anything?

Sometimes, yes.

- What, when? - Well...

when we were over in Sven's apartment.

I still have that bruise on my arse.

- I'm sorry. - It's fine. I was into it.

I think I need help.

- Did you beat someone up? - No, I didn't.

But you're the smartest person I know

and I thought you could help me.

I can't now.

- Why not? - Cause I've just fallen in love.

- I didn't mean it like that. - Yeah, you don't mean it that way.

- Sorry, I got to go. - Wait! Hold on!

You once said to me I have no heart.

Yes, but we had a fight.

Right, and then you said I'm the most cold-hearted person you know.

Is that true?

No.

You're not a bad person, René.

Excuse me!

Hello?

- Good morning. - Morning.

I wanted a word with Miss Passe.

- Why? - I got some important information for her.

- What? - It's about her incident.

Silke. There's someone here for you.

- Did you see the guy? - Yes.

- Did you follow him? - Yes.

- Do you know where he lives? - Yes.

- Where? - Right opposite you.

- And what's his name? - René.

- René what? - René Schmidt.

I don't know a René Schmidt.

He didn't mean to do it.

How would you know that?

I know him.

And how come?

Because it's me.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - No.

I'm so sorry. I've never been so sorry in my whole life.

I didn't mean it.

- So why did you do it? - I don't know.

- You are kidding me. - I'm not. I want to make it right.

I'm so sorry, and I thought maybe...

you could push me off the bridge and we'd be even.

Are you out of your mind?

- Get out or I'll call the cops. - Please don't.

Listen, I'll write down my number...

If you need help... You need help?

- I won't call you. - If not now then some other time.

And then... you've got my number.

You can call me any time, OK?

You've always made fun of me and now you want to try yourself?

I've been thinking a lot about my childhood.

You want a glance at your past?

It's not that simple.

What do you want to know?

Do you remember the sports teacher who always peeked at the girls?

"Peeked" is a bit too nice, I'd say.

Do you know if he did that with the boys, too?

- You'd know that better than me. - I don't remember.

You would, believe me.

What if I just suppressed it?

Tell me, René, what's up with you?

I just want to know if something bad happened to me as a child.

Let's try it. Just to know for sure.

Alright, but I can't promise it'll work between mother and son.

I mean the vibrations and all that.

Let's sit down.

There's so much negative surrounding around us

because of that thing with the missing girl.

It's overshadowing.

Well, anyway...

Please close your eyes.

And now take a deep breath...

And exhale. Slowly.

No, it just won't work.

You can open your eyes again.

I don't have any feelings for Sven anymore.

What do you mean?

I looked at him recently and I thought, if someone said to me,

"Svenni isn't your best buddy anymore, but it's Uwe"

I'd have answered, "Fine."

Who's Uwe?

Just any Uwe.

I feel that way about your Dad sometimes.

But I've known Svenni for so long.

I've never thought that before.

You don't have to love him.

That's the good thing about friendship.

We're glad to make significant progress with this identikit picture.

In the last few days we've received great support in the case of Milena.

And we were explicitly asked by her parents

to thank everyone in their name.

We'd like to take this opportunity to thank all people from Potsdam

who are actively helping in the search

and thanks to whom we can piece together this identikit picture.

So we're not friends anymore or what?

No, that's not what I'm saying. Of course not.

I just wanted to tell you because I want to be honest.

How can we be friends if we don't like each other?

But I do like you.

I just don't have any feelings for you.

- Is it because of Ute? - No, I'm fine with her.

It's something else.

Somehow I feel indifferent towards you.

I don't follow. Indifferent how?

If someone said to me

we wouldn't meet up in five years, I wouldn't care.

If I were to vanish from one day to the next, it wouldn't bother me.

- Then go ahead. - Nah.

Maybe my feelings will come back.

Shit.

- What is it? - I just forgot about it.

The woman you threw down. She's here, too.

- Where do I put the potato salad? - Diddi, you wanted to make cucumber salad.

Anyway. Put it with the rest. I'll be right over. Thanks.

- Her sister, too? - I think so. We were introduced.

- Her name's Silke Passe? - Yes. Shit.

Wait...

Maybe you could wear the bear costume I got for Ute.

It's the mascot of her team, Hertha. I was going to do it, but...

- Won't she wonder where I am? - She's busy with other stuff.

But I can't kick her friends out.

You're a real good bear. See you.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

Hey.

Can somebody call an ambulance?

Is there a doctor here?

That's the man from the photos!

What photos?

You've caught the child's kidnapper! Was he armed?

No, but I didn't know that he's the kidnapper.

I beat him up.

I kicked him. And I don't know why.

- Call the police. - René.

Call the police, damn it!

Where did you get them?

From the mall.

- They've got these? - Sure.

My sister lost her job on Mallorca.

- Isn't your mother her boss? - Yes.

- I think she more or less fired herself. - How do you do that?

By not turning up. Her colleagues started to notice.

- Are you going to visit her? - No. - Why not?

Cause I want to go on vacation with you instead.

My boss won't give me time off.

You told him weeks ago.

My son misses me.

Then we'll take your son along.

You know that's impossible.

- Does he still think you're a couple? - No.

But he thinks his Mum and I are still singles.

Then I'll be your cousin.

I couldn't fool him.

That's what you're doing already.

I'm going to Bavaria tomorrow to stay with him.

CHAPTER THREE SILKE

I'd prefer if you didn't spend the night here.

I'll manage.

Take it.

Sillo, I'll find him. I promise you.

The police are taking care of it.

Come on.

The police!

That woman knows as little as we do.

The woman's an inspector and you're not.

- But I know how people think. - You do?

I always did.

Fine. What am I thinking?

You think I've no clue, and you think I'm talking shit.

You missed something.

And you think you don't need me.

So you do have talent.

So do you.

- Yes. - And?

What am I thinking?

I don't care.

Silke! Your father's on the phone.

What?

Thanks.

Dad?- Silke, Moni's not well.

She's had a breakdown.

Are you sure?- Yes. Go see her.

I'll do that.

Yes, I'll call you.

Are you her sister? I'm Doctor Baltzer.

- Don't worry, she's stable. - What happened?

She drank too much and had a breakdown.

I wanted her to go to the hospital. She refused.

But she's in recovery already.

But she can't get up yet.

Excuse me, the lady needs to check out.

- Could you work this out later? - I'll pay for another night.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Is your sister in therapy?

I don't know. She lives in Mallorca.

Well, she needs some rest now.

Bye.

You're coming home with me.

I'll cook something nice and I'll get you back on your feet.

I don't want that.

Hello, my name's Passe, I'm calling about the job announcement.

No, it's for my sister, she...

Has she worked in a hotel before?

She has experience, could work at the reception

she's good with people, can make beds, anything.

Has she sent in an application, her C.V.?

No...

She could get you a reference or something.

I'd need a full application.

I don't want to raise your hopes, either.

Fine. Thanks anyway.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Bye.

- What do you want? - Nothing.

- Why are you following me? - Sorry, I didn't want to bother you.

- Are you one of the volunteers? - Yes.

You want to interview me?

- What happened to your colleague? - Why do you ask?

I can't tell you.

Your sister sent me.

- But don't tell her. OK? - She did what?

She wants me to find out what happened, but your colleagues won't talk to me.

So she told you to spy on me?

No, but she wants to know who threw you off the bridge.

It has nothing to do with that colleague, and even less with my job.

What do you want to know?

What was your colleague like?

He didn't talk much.

Drank a lot, hardly went on vacation, no children.

Did he leave some kind of farewell note?

- No. - Nothing? OK...

- But he has a brother. - A brother?

Yes?

You wanted to help me.

Yes, I want to help you.

Write me a threatening letter.

What?

A threatening letter.

Why? I said I'm sorry.

It's fine. It's just a letter.

Will you do it?

Why a threatening letter?

Listen up,

you're threatening me because

your brother killed himself

and now you blame me for it.

OK...

Right. And you write you're not going to stop

until I confess or whatever...

OK.

You write it on a card and put it in my mailbox.

Your right or mine?

Yes, wait a moment...

Is that good?

It's good. Just stay there.

Got it?

Yes, wait a moment...

Will you send it to me?

You looked at the camera. It looks a bit weird.

Where should I look?

Well...

Where do you normally look when you're on the balcony?

I don't know. At the water?

Yes, that's good.

Yes. Wait.

Got it?

I think we got it.

Good.

Good.

OK.

I hope it's what you need.

Thanks.

I WON'T STOP TILL YOU CONFESS!

Oh, shit.

When will it end, Moni?

I don't know.

Why not?

Why should I?

Because you always know everything.

Right.

I can't sleep here tonight.

We'll go home.

What are you doing?

I can't sleep otherwise.

Give it here.

- No, I need it so I can sleep. - No you don't.

How would you know what I need?

- And what if you can't get up tomorrow? - Then I'll stay in bed.

What if that arsehole is showing up tomorrow?

That arsehole doesn't know where we are.

You're kidding, right?

Just cut me with it once. That's all.

I told you I'd help, not hurt you.

This will help.

- How that? - That's not your business.

Sure it is. I can't just cut your forehead.

- You just threw me off the bridge. - But I didn't mean to.

I'd do it myself, but my body refuses.

- Can't I help you with something nice? - Nice things won't help.

Tell me why. I can't do another thing I don't understand.

We have to help my sister.

- Then I'll pay for a holiday. - Her whole life has been a holiday.

- A vacation for you both. - Not with her.

- A car? I've got savings. - No, that doesn't help. I need an injury.

But why?

So she can protect me.

- From whom? - The guy who wants to take me down.

Who's taking you down? I'll get him.

The guy who pushed me off the bridge.

- I want to help you, not hurt you. - I know. But my sister doesn't.

Then talk to her.

Talk? Why? We're also talking right now.

But she's your sister.

Tell her she's great, a wonderful sister.

But she isn't.

But it'd all be a lie.

If we do it well, we might believe it.

But you do know I'm not a guy who just cuts someone's forehead, don't you?

Wait.

- Sorry, I'm sorry. - That was good.

So when do I stop?

When my sister attacks you.

- Right away? - No, you hold on a couple of seconds.

- So how do I know when to release? - She has to liberate me.

She comes, breaks your hold...

Fine. Then we cuff you to the heater.

- And then? - You say you won't do it again

or we'll cut your ear off.

We don't 'cause you say you won't do it again. Then we leave.

- So how do I get rid of the handcuffs? - I'll help you.

I'll help you.

- Again? - Yes, again.

- Good. - So who are you now?

- You or your sister? - Both.

Really fight back, OK?

- Too hard? - It was good.

- Really? - Yes.

- Again? - Why not? It would help me.

What the fuck?

- Easy, I'm not doing anything. - Stay where you are. Or I'll strangle her.

- I'll kill you if you do. Let her go. - Sorry.

No, don't apologise. No one can look into another's soul.

What? I tried.

My brother told everybody he couldn't take it anymore.

- Stay where you are! - So what?

- Everybody says that now and then. - But nobody looks like my brother did.

- So you stopped him? - I couldn't.

- But I tried. - Yeah. Great job.

If you couldn't, so how could my sister?

- You've no idea. - I don't give a shit!

But all this is no reason to throw my sister off a bridge, shitface!

I didn't mean to!

I didn't mean to.

Hold him tight. Hold him.

- There. - Got it?

Yeah.

If you ever touch my sister again, I'll kill you.

Get it?

Silke!

Silke!

I found the missing girl. Call an ambulance.

You know what I did.

You saw it.

Silke, we're leaving.

You saw who I am.

Sillo, come on.

Call an ambulance. Let's put him back there.

Silke, you have to help me.

- I don't know what's going on anymore. - Nor do I.

I don't believe it. You're a real stubborn butthead.

You don't get it. It's not true what Silke tells you.

- Let's go, Moni. - She made it all up.

I didn't want to throw her off the bridge, I wanted to apologise.

- He's crazy, Moni. - Maybe I am but I didn't want all this.

I don't have a brother who killed himself. I don't even have a brother.

She invented the whole story.

- Silke, what's he talking about? - Silke, I'm done.

And I don't want to lie anymore.

Is that true?

Silke?

He didn't throw me off the bridge.

- Yes, I did. - No, he didn't.

Why are you talking bullshit again?

It's not bullshit. I jumped myself.

You tried to stop me.

Why would you jump off a bridge?

Otherwise you'd never have come back.

And why should we believe you now?

What other choice do we have?

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