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North German Broadcasting Corporation. You heard the morning news.

And here a traffic forecast from the police.

This morning, a funeral procession in Hamburg St. Pauli

between 9am and 9.30am will obstruct the motor traffic

on the der Reeperbahn towards Millerntor.

The police recommend using an alternative route during that time.

This was our traffic forecast, we now continue our program.

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My name is Jule Nickels,

age: 38, no criminal record.

But things can change. At least in my job, it's an occupational hazard.

We escort Paula on her last tour.

Hardly 50, a sudden death finished her off.

Granted, it wasn't cheap to fulfill Paula's last will,

but she made provisions.

She often laid herself down, and put something aside while doing it.

And regarding her testament,

once more through the hood.

In our line work, that's how the way of the ladies between David Street and Kleinen Freiheit is called.

These guys here are all friends of Paula's and of course mine.

I am sort of their class representative. Why?

Maybe because I can use my brain cells more purposefully than others.

Maybe also because some carry a head only so hair can grow on it.

But this doesn't mean that these guys are idiots.

Quite the opposite.

May I introduce? Moor, former boxer,

behind him that's Cologne Charles and Faggy, in silk and velvet.

Next to me Roller Willy, then Uwe, the Gentle One.

Hidden behind him, Yappie, our legal counselor

and the posh Duke.

Dieter! Come on, empty your pockets.

Pickled cucumbers. Are you nuts? And what else?

That's a new custom here in St. Pauli. Unbelievable.

- Here. And please apologize. - Thank you.

Your change.

The proper ladies in the back.

Girls who win the daily struggle for survival by getting horizontal in an expert way.

Girls who increase their immovables in a very moving way.

Funeral march? It's not all grief, what's written in our faces.

A lot of injured pride. Why?

Paula bequeathed her whole cash to the prisoner care, okay,

but her properties... Yes, Paula was hanseatic land owner.

With her last breath she imposed on us in her testament,

to gamble for her property, and this is what we did.

Every one of us makes a smart move quicker than a dog is running.

That's Radensky, who we call the Gambler.

Do you understand now why he's so resentful? He did not win,

neither did I, not Moor and neither the Duke. The winner is Cologne Karl.

The only one who won't be able tell 66 from poker

and who's only six weeks with us. But I deeply hope he is going to share with us.

And you know the saying, right?

One for all, all for one.

But everything for one? That's out of place.

The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.

May the name of the Lord be praised. Amen.

Bear it with dignity.

You know how happy I am for you.

Thanks.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Sometimes you gotta be lucky and have prepared collar tips.

Thanks.

- Let us share in your luck. - Thanks.

- Congrats. - Thanks.

- Did he know the dead woman? - Of course not.

- Why of course? - That's common practice around here.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Don't ask me stupid questions.

We are creeping around this cemetery as if everybody in St. Pauli was a gangster.

- But the prosecutor... - The prosecutor, the prosecutor,

Take a wild guess where he can bite me.

Come on.

Harry, please get me two meatballs with a sausage

and afterwards a half chicken?

Geez, you're greedy!

So what? You see where it ends up, right?

St. Pauli News! Special edition!

Be nice on top of each other!

Let's get it.

Let's move!

What's up? You're stupid to come here? I'll call the police.

We are just making use of our householder's rights.

Householder's rights? Don't make me laugh!

- We are renting this joint. - You were.

This is how it is: We gambled for the joint

and now I've won it. And now it's ours, isn't it?

- The lease is terminated. - I shit my pants. Anyone could come along here...

I think we need to show this gentleman Paula's testament.

So, what's up?

- Something wrong? - Don't know.

I need to ask Holleck first. And what if this isn't legit?

What, a fake?

Maybe a seal is missing?

Well, we'll fix that in a jiffy.

Gee! I hardly even touched him.

No reason to be sad, right?

- What's up here? - Shut up! Keep on working.

Are you out of your mind to disturb me while I'm banging?

Get dressed, fat skin doesn't make you rich anyway.

Are your screws loose?

Don't talk about screwing, come one, buzz off.

Get out of here, you're bugging! Come back later.

So many handsome guys, I am ashamed.

Stop the acrobatics. Get out!

Who do you think you are, you dirty old man? Shut the door but from the outside!

- Really now! - Piss off!

I am sure these ladies misunderstand me.

Didn't you hear? Quitting time! Get out!

- Out! - Ouch!

- Ouch, stop it! - Get out of here!

The cow pasture is outside! Get the hell out!

Buzz off or we hit you out!

Everything I need to do myself!

I kick you down the stairs! I told you to get out!

Easy now.

Get dresses. And get the fuck out of here!

I'm working. So what's up?

A black person from Vienna?

You didn't have any Americans as occupying troops or what?

Take some time off and go to the movies.

I didn't get you right... what do you want? Get dressed, you bum.

If you don't let me go right now, I'm gonna shout the house down!

Be a sport and get her to the coal cellar.

- Yes, we gonna repaint her down there. - Let me go, you old pervert!

Let me go!

No! let me go, you old pervert! Idiot!

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Hm?

- I didn't expect this from you. - Good day, Mr. Nickels.

Weren't you satisfied with our ladies?

No, quite the opposite, I just wanted... such a Negress, you know...

Kind of different, you mean?

- That's kinky. - Yes but what am I supposed to do, Mr. Nickels?

Leave me alone, you old pervert! Idiot!

Imagine that someone sent into my office...

How did you know that this black whip pussycat is here?

- She's in the hood for barely two days. - My dear Mr. Nickels,

please imagine that someone sent into my office,

yes, really, into the office... pictures, and prints... into my office,

depicting me with your...well...

- well, hookers... - Easy!

employees in an embarrassing situation,

during a stimulating conversation.

Pictures which can cost me my job and everything else.

Apart from my wife's and son's reaction,

Mr. Nickels.

Yes and then someone called and said

if I don't visit

the ladies from Vienna immediately,

than they had to, well,

pass on the pictures.

That's why I'm here. Do you understand my reasons?

Of course I understand.

Very lovely.

Well.

And now you have taken up the specialties from Vienna?

I was forced to, yes.

Cry me a river.

What the hell are you thinking?

- Come on, get out! - Bastards!

And now we are powering the keys, right?

Paula, I didn't know you, but...

May the old girl feel the soil lightly.

- What's so funny? - I still see the scooting john,

butt naked.

He only got dressed at your front door.

One moment.

Where're you coming from? I told you to wait in front of the gate.

Empty your pockets.

- Good grief, where did you get those? - It fell out of the man's pocket.

Geez, the boy steals like crazy.

Why are dragging this rascal along with you anyways?

Why? The mother is turning tricks in Bielefeld and the old man is in the can.

Somebody has to take care of the boy, right?

- That's why. - Hey you! Stop yakking!

Get out of the mourning dress and go to work.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Not too bad. Runs pretty well.

Hey Holleck, here's your wrestler.

He got shitfaced because he was sad.

Drop the gun, Holleck, nothing here for you.

- In the business? - See for yourself.

- Hamburg is a hospitable city. - Happy to hear that.

We mean well for our guests.

I have the feeling that the climate here is a bit too harsh for you.

- You have to get used to it. - Yes, it's a question of the co...

Constitution.

Yes, Holleck.

No, not possible.

Why? Why? He isn't able to wrestle.

Because he's asleep!

10 chicks and 9 boys are turning tricks for you in my territory.

Never heard of economic freedom?

Again such foreign words.

If you don't come up with something better, I'd say...

send your petting broads back home, to Vienna.

Oh come on, you brought the girls all by yourself.

Yes, that's right, but we didn't think you were coming as well.

Nonsense, we're not that many.

"We're not that many", that's not the point here.

The Vienna chicks make more bucks and you cash up.

Don't try to tell me that our prosties are worse

- than your Vienna girls. - But your girls are too harsh.

One more pound, flowers, cigarettes, tip for the maid.

You lure a john with one bill and then he has to fork out two.

- That guy is upset for life. - Crap.

- Don't your hoes chat guys up? - Yes.

But there's difference between: "Gimme the dough!"

or: "Honey,

you were like a dream. I'm going to die unless you return."

It's more comfortable. Viennese bucks know how to bargain.

We have a certain style.

Sarcasm.

This is St. Pauli and not Viennese confectionary,

and if you don't want to munch that, we need to use the big spoon.

I see.

Even with no glasses.

There.

We divide 50/50. All right, 70/30.

Are you insane? I'm not gonna go lower!

Don't go lower, just go away.

All right.

And what are you offering?

There a several options.

They are?

First:

Return to Vienna.

Sleeping coach, 1st class. For free.

Our treat.

Noble.

- Very noble. - Yeah, right?

Then everything's just fine.

If you decide to stay here, then there's again one option.

- How? - Drive to the hospital, also free.

- Insurance pays for it. - Well, well...

Why are you talking so long with this twerp?

If he doesn't listen, there will be protest.

Protest, protest...

What means protest?

Terror.

- Hi girl, how's it hanging today? - I'll show you.

Get lost, jerk!

Hey, I was just...

Well...well... Blinky.

Now I know where this boy earns his dough, he's working for Holleck.

That's not true. I just wanted to see how Holleck's chicks are turning tricks around here.

- So what? - So what? It's not allowed here.

I just wanted to put the fuzz onto Holleck.

That's just like you. Forget it. Nobody gets snitched here, not even Holleck

But... I just wanted to do you a favor...

You do favors for everybody. The fuzz, the Vienna guys, us.

- As long as the money's right. - But Jule, really!

- What's Holleck paying? - I won't work for such

- a fucking foreigner! - Really, since when?

Listen, I'm still a boy from the hood.

I mean a German. Honest!

- I've heard that before. - I think, Blinky,

we really need a serious talk to clean the atmosphere.

- But Jule, I... - Get in!

Leave it to me, please.

ENTERING THE PROPERTY AT YOUR OWN RISK Parents are responsible for their children

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you want from me?

What am I doing here at all?

Jule, I've always been your friend.

Listen, you know that.

You mustn't hurt me. You mustn't hurt me!

- Jule, help me! - But I am helping you.

Look, boy, we tried it many times in a friendly manner.

Yes, I've been in the hospital for 4 weeks!

See.

And was it useful?

I just want you to understand, that this is not the way it works.

What if I promise? Honest!

- Cross my heart! - Blinky...

You are still pretty young.

But if you keep on behaving like this, you end up with an eel up your ass.

An eel?

If a person falls in the Elbe,

he normally surfaces at Ferry No. 7,

and even this takes it's time.

And these animals have this silly habit.

- See you later. - Jule!

- St. Pauli News! Promotional copy! - Ladies and Gentleman, a brief look inside?

- The world hasn't seen anything like this before. - No, no, thanks.

There's nothing like it between Hong Kong and Copenhagen.

- St. Pauli News! - Excuse me.

Please wait, Sir, can't you even break 5 Deutschmarks?

- No I can't, sorry. - Now that you are standing here,

- if you go on walking, walk inside here. - But this is by far too expensive for me.

- And that's nothing for me. - Please, think about it.

You've never seen something like this in your entire life. Listen,

I'll be very open with you, from man to man.

On stage, in broad daylight...

- Stop already. - I know you know all that,

but they are having sex on the stage. Well, isn't that perverse, hm?

Have a beautiful day, inspector.

Is Jule Nickels here?

No.

I haven't seen him. And I don't know where to find him.

I just was about to ask.

You're a mentalist, Sir?

- Perhaps. - Well, fine,

then get rid of your admiral and come with me.

But why?

Trespassing the coaxing limit is forbidden,

and touching the pedestrians too, you know that very well.

But Inspector, I didn't coax at all.

It's allowed to change 5 Deutschmarks.

We use up a lot of change...

But Inspector, don't make it worse.

The joint is half-empty. Cut us a break.

But of course.

If you got an idea where I can find Jule.

I get a punch in the face if I tell anything.

- Jule is bowling this night. - Where?

Something wrong?

Thanks.

Excuse me, could you break 5 Deutschmarks?

- How much is one evening? - Fifty.

- 100 with emotions. - You out of your mind?

We are not from welfare.

Hi darling. One bill and you going to have a lot of fun, kid.

- How much are you? - Exactly as much as me.

- I'm talking to her. - Do it but she can't hear.

And she won't hardly answer either, this kid is deaf-mute.

A cripple as a hooker? Should be prohibited.

- Get lost, you dweeb. - Come on kiddo, let's have a schnapps.

Only jerks around here.

No, Radensky, stop it! You can't do that to me.

Well, Blinky, memory back in place?

There wasn't anything. For sure.

Now you listen very carefully, my boy.

Until now, you made pix of the cars of our biggest patrons in front of the club

and send the pix to those affected

and collected the money.

This wasn't very classy.

But now, since Holleck is here with his chicks,

you give them directly to him and we are wondering about losing our best customers.

I know nothing. Really.

No!

Blinky, you know,

I'm a hard-nosed person

but a person with severed limbs...

I'm not sure if this is going to be in style.

Leave me alone! Let me go!

Yes, yes, with pleasure once you talk.

Sometimes I do reports for him.

- Reports? - Yes.

Kind of background story from St. Pauli.

Gosh, Inspector, you really have a hammer.

If you continue, we accept you to our club.

That's not why I'm here actually.

Jule,

I don't want any trouble in the precinct.

Am I causing trouble? Hey!

What was going on in the brothel street?

- Nothing. - What was going on?

Did Radio Vienna broadcast something?

Nobody got hit? The johns walked all by themselves?

That's precisely how it happened.

Or almost.

Cologne Karl collected his profit.

We just helped him.

And you really think Holleck will put up with it?

He has to.

If not?

Going to be trouble.

If I say I don't want any trouble in the precinct

you can be sure that there won't be any.

All right, all right.

So far we dealt with our affairs always in a very quiet way.

Why should this be different now?

Enjoy bowling.

Jule, you think somebody told him something?

- Blinky? - He had his fill, he won't talk anymore.

It didn't come to your mind that somebody has a thought,

just on its own?

See... I didn't forget how to clean.

You are very good at handling the stick.

Fire! Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Come on, get out! As fast as you can!

Quick, out! Out!

Second tube forward!

Please step back, be reasonable! Please step back!

Bring on the water!

Come with you, I'll get you out here.

Fucking mess! Fucking shit!

Couldn't do anything about it, boss.

- Arson. - Somebody got hurt?

Nope, some chicks got a bit barbecued, nothing else.

But the joint is all fucked up.

Don't you worry, tomorrow you start in the Salambo.

Yes, okay, boss.

Too bad, it was such a nice joint before.

- You seem to have fun, isn't it? - I just increased the insurance.

It was arson.

That's what the policy says too.

Any idea who did that?

No, not really, but I bet there will be more trouble now?

Look, look, Nickels.

I think you need to explain me something.

What more do you wanna explain?

If you punch my boys, I punch yours.

If you break my joint, I'll break yours.

Pretty simple, isn't it?

This is even simpler.

Would be the easiest if I aim 4 inch deeper

and a bit to the left.

Then you'd see you golden Vienna only from a casket.

Would be a shame, right?

You're crazy.

Spray bullets all over the place.

If I tell the fuzz about it.

In this case the funeral happens from the mourning house.

I call it quits.

Jule!

Hello Jule, listen.

- I want to explain something. - I don't know what.

I mean I got beaten up...

You don't trust me and I want you to prove something...

I was just going to...

Well, I've heard, that Holleck got wind of you

trying to get his girls deported as pesky foreigners.

- Who gave that away? - Nor me, honestly!

I think vice is involved. They want to take away the control cards.

Marvelous, finally we are getting rid of this rabble.

Precisely not! Holleck Iets those girls get married.

- What? - Yes, he's getting some bastards.

Bums from the shelter, 50 Deutschmarks a piece.

- But all with clean papers. - What's that supposed to mean?

Then the girls keep their control cards. They're German then.

Radensky!

Not bad for this morning's beat up.

Gonna wipe the floor with this fucker's ass. Has he gone insane?

Better if you screw them up now. We don't have time, we need to go to the shelter.

We are still short of three. Well, finding 10 bums with clean papers

- isn't that easy. - Why do we need 10?

That's obvious: 10 German men for 10 Viennese pussycats.

That's an awesome idea by Holleck.

If he disposes them in marriage with the Germans, they can't get deported.

Evidently.

Eddy, go back to Vienna!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

8, 9... One second, right now there were 10.

That's Paul, he's getting smokes.

Now of all times? These are the wedding candidates.

Do you know where my buddies are, boss?

Follow the scent.

The scent of the world.

- Do you wear something like that in wedding night? - If only I were in your shoes.

Keep going, go, go.

Go, go.

Okay, move.

Take your hands off, damn it.

Always friendly, otherwise you

won't get a wedding invitation.

Oh, that's lovely.

Hey, where do you wanna go, scumbag?

Listen, you stupid wedding freak, your gear is upstairs.

Come along, you dipshit.

If you are causing troubles, you are not allowed to marry.

Don't care, main thing is they can't deport us.

But they think we let them in our panties.

- You got the passports? - Yes, all 10.

Give it to me, I need to go the registry office.

Yours too, you're the best man.

After you tried it on we cannot sell it anymore.

Just stretch your hands a little bit more though it.

Listen, I cannot show up at the registry office like this.

You will be in the last row so nobody will notice you at all.

One moment, boss.

I have a few little questions.

What about the wedding night?

I insist on it.

If I were you, I'd talk to the bride.

All right.

Yes, and what about the honeymoon?

- Geez... - Well, I insist on it too.

No.

- I cannot accept old clothes. - We are having a shower.

No, that's way too expensive.

Come on, give me the money back and get undressed.

- Hurry. - Easy now.

That's what I call a dilemma.

There's no blessing in it...

REGISTRY OFFICE Hamburg-St. Pauli

Bravo, guys! Now beer for everyone.

Afterwards we need to talk about divorce right away.

See, love, now you are a wife, right?

Isn't it fun?

Not bad.

Listen up. That was Mr. Nickels plan.

Hide behind the fuzz and get our ladies deported as pesky foreigners.

But I rained on his parade.

I am as smart as him - for a long time.

Okay, now only the music's missing

and the bride in white.

My heart's bleeding for all the luck.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- Now, let's go. - Cheers.

You can't do that. What are you doing?

One bang after the other, gosh. Let me tell you something.

Well, I'm just a bum, you know?

But I'm also a decent person.

I don't do things like you, understand?

You couldn't do it.

- What's up? - You don't have any beer around here?

Thank you. Very considerate.

- Want to congratulate me? - Jule says hi.

And he wants me to tell you, what he's thinking about you.

All right, thank you.

- Come on, get over here! - Bastards!

Oops, excuse me.

Help!

Hey, proud john, get up, don't sleep here!

- You gonna leave here now! - I'm getting a divorce.

- Buddy, 1, 2, 3! - Oh no. Not so hard.

You really getting pampered here.

Seems to me you didn't understand Jule.

There's a train to Vienna this afternoon. We expect you to take it!

All right, we give up.

Very kind of you to give up but no tricks, Holleck!

- Come to the station and wave me good-bye. - You bet I will!

Come on, doll, come on, go, go!

What's up? Don't get tired. Move! Quick, quick!

Good you're here, Mr. Hansen, I guess our friends from Vienna

urgently need to see a man about a horse.

Ate the wrong fish or what?

I think so.

There's a big wedding ceremony at the stairs to the harbor?

- Yes, we just offered our congratulations. - This is what I actually

- want to talk with you. - But actually I don't want to talk with you.

You know my lawyer?

All by yourself, blonde hero?

Where are the other buddies from the shores of the Danube?

If you speaking about our pussycats, they should be here any minute.

- Where's your boss? - Jule sent me.

He thinks I'm the most reliable.

He's right.

You're the one to be the least threatened

by them, turned and coming along.

God no, I'm glad about every women running off.

But where are your ladies?

Ever heard about punctual women?

What's going on here?

Why we have to go with an empty suitcase to Lübeck?

Not to Lübeck. You get off the next station

and at 8, your shift starts in the hood, right?

I don't understand one word. We got beat up in the brothel,

then we need to marry, and the day after tomorrow: divorce.

I'll punch you in the face again.

You got your bucks so you don't see anything.

- I just wanted to know... - If you ask there are lovely slaps,

- so get in. - Yes, relax.

See, why not being like this from the start?

There they are.

- These ain't all the girls? - First installment.

- Why to Lübeck? - Why not? Beautiful place.

- Sailor wanted, do anything.

But I'm afraid Jule won't like it.

Gosh, shut up!

What's going on?

These are our broads and they work where we want them to.

Deal was that they leave the hood and that's what they doing, right?

That's it. Do you need a ride?

How benign. But I am not stupid and get in a one of your cars,

things might happen. No thank you, I'll take the subway.

Strange idea but okay.

You need to have it up here, not here.

And I wanna keep that one here too.

- So long. - He's giving me an idea.

- Holleck wants to have a traitor. - Yes.

Approaching train on platform 3 runs via exit St. Pauli.

Please step back from the platform edge.

- Hey, can't you watch out? - Excuse me pl...

Beer.

You look like you know this place.

So what?

- Could you get me some stuff? - For a suit?

For a suit...

- I negotiated with someone before... - Shut up!

I need to piss.

- Negotiated with whom? - An Austrian guy.

But they have steep prices.

You're out of your mind. I should put you over my knee.

You're scared that somebody might have seen us?

Don't get cheeky. Who told you to come here?

Word got around.

15 years. 16. That's not gonna work.

You think Jule's is going to risk his license for two lousy welfare kids?

But we want to work. You need a stripper?

Strippers? You skinny bitches?

Get yourself a brooch so one can see where's up front.

You think these are mosquito bites?

- Come back when you're 21. - Why 21? We could start hustlin' with 18.

We have strict customs.

One second, Count. Come over here.

Eat baby food and go home.

Our midnight show

in the Salambo erotic theater

continues with Sylvia and her routine 'Morning workout'.

By the way, gentlemen, it's allowed to moan along.

John's around who just wanna talk?

No dough. 200 tops.

But the second bottle cork. Get the girls away and cash in.

Sure thing.

Listen, here's the key to my room,

number 26 on the first floor.

Don't get lost.

And then what?

Boss got no permit for the stairs.

Go out to the doorman, show him the key

and say to him 'Pussycat'. That's our code word.

What? Pussycat?

Yes. I'll go out. You pay and follow.

And now give me 50 as down payment,

otherwise I'll wait upstairs and you take off.

I'll do anything you like.

Come on, boy, 50 bucks for Elli from Munich.

Don't make such a fuss. You think the boss wants trouble with the cops?

Check please.

Well, Sir, have a quick look? You've never seen anything like it.

No, I know your dump. Don't touch me, moron.

What about politeness, asshole?

- Hey you. - Yes, what is it?

- Pussycat. - Eh?

Pussycat.

Number 26. Elli.

Geez, you're thick as a brick.

Get me upstairs on the first floor, to Elli.

- What's happening? - I'll be glad if I knew.

He keeps on calling me pussycat.

- Probably gay, um? - No, I guess he's just wacky.

- We wants me to bring to the first floor. - To the first floor?

There's no first floor.

She said first floor. Here you go, that's the key.

I'm going to get ballistic if you don't go away from here.

Her name's Elli. You don't know her?

- Elli from Munich. - Dear Sir,

if I knew every hooker turning tricks around here,

I had a nut like a computer.

We will see. I want to talk to the man in charge.

- Come on, boy, don't cause any trouble here. - Hey, you...

You wanna punch my friend?

Step inside, ladies and gentlemen, you will be served individually.

You just need to lay down.

Pussycat.

So?

- What's up? - Sluggish.

Only three johns upstairs.

- Something's wrong here. - Right.

Well yes,

the weather.

Empty your pockets.

Come on, empty your pockets!

Boy, oh boy.

I saddled myself with this one here.

Dieter, a decent person doesn't steal, mark my words.

Don't give him a lecture, take care of him.

- After all, you're a woman. - Take care of him...

He's running around the whole day, I don't know where he's at.

Yesterday, I bought a rum cake made him cacao,

insane... and who's not coming? Your Mr. Dieter.

So Dieter, where you've been?

Leave him alone, Radensky, he doesn't like that.

But I took over responsibility. Where have you been?

- He was at the curio collection again. - At the curio collection?

Well, because...

I mean he's always looking at de Gaulle.

- Because of you. - Ah.

Mon General.

Again nothing to goad wild animals.

Am I here the chef de cuisine

or the circus director?

In Paris, I used to be a neurotic,

but here in Hamburg, I'm done.

Long live France,

long live the republic

and I, Charles de Gaulle.

Hello Jule. I've heard you

were at Beringer's.

What did he want from you?

Is this some kind of dump here? Clean the table!

- Come on, clean the table! - Something happened, Jule?

Faggy's dead.

What?

Give me a beer.

Reportedly suicide. Fell in front of train at the central station.

Why fell?

What did Beringer want from you?

We just had a talk.

- What did you tell him? - I didn't tell him anything.

I'll pull the plug on those pimps.

Sound for the rally.

Call Yappie, I need to talk to him.

- Who's Yappi? - Jule's lawyer.

- Weird name. - Wait till you're grown up.

You've got a rubber?

- No, at the can. - I see.

Yes if I could like I would I wanted...

Get off, Goliath.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Listen.

Keep walking, you ugly devil, keep walking.

- Go away! - You old cunt.

See, cat, today our ladies are out of sorts.

Would be very kind if you could help us.

Once. Special customer.

Your done in half an hour.

So, what's up?

Come on, don't make me sick. You think I'm talking for fun?

It's easy as pie. Stop, stop, stop!

One moment.

Stupid, totally stupid.

Fucking Viennese.

She doesn't understand you, poor sucker.

How much?

Milady?

You won't get it up anyways, you old fart.

How dare you, you...

Piss off you jerk, I'm still sick of yesterday's brawl.

Suit yourself.

Take Lisa, you dumbass. She's deaf-mute, can't talk.

Is that you?

You're really deaf-mute or is it a trick?

So...how much?

Okay.

These girls are now German citizens whether you like it or not.

The marriage is legally valid and this brawl

was pretty much the stupidest thing you could have done.

If you're out of luck, the prosecutor will

charge you with assault.

You talk to much. You mean if you're out of luck.

We've been provoked. It was self-defense.

Yes, yes, Mr. Nickels, that's your opinion,

- but I think... - Self-defense.

The criminal code says differently.

- Look for yourself. - Never mind.

Another thing. I've heard Faggy's dead.

Officially, it's a suicide.

Don't do something stupid about it, Mister Nickels.

I pay you as a lawyer not as a nanny.

Hello, Attorney General. Picked up some new chicks?

- I'm in with a lottery ticket. - Now think of something.

Take your juice.

Sure thing.

Well, the guys are here. Ah, important visitors.

Something wrong, Jule?

- Problems, Jule? - You'll get problems if you don't shut up.

Coming all the way from Kiel?

Now we do the job properly, Blinky!

Now you can make yourself useful.

have a look around.

I wanna know who wiped out Faggy.

But no fuzz.

One pound for each useful clue.

- On it. - Something else!

Check your buddy Holleck. I feel he's in on it.

Holleck?

He's a mean motherfucker, but to wipe someone gnarly out like that.

Everybody's checked, Radensky! What's up, are your legs hurt?

- I am on it. - Button...

Well, let's prepare the guns.

Stay put, I'm not done yet. And you: shut up.

Pour us a drink.

A whole for her.

Well, a deaf-mute fuck in the evening time

is better than no fuck at no time.

Fred can bring it upstairs to you.

Girl, if only I could understand you.

You let me in right now. I don't wanna go home.

- I want to have some fun. - Geez, get home.

Hey, what's going on here?

Here's a Becks for you.

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing here?

I need new bedclothes.

Tell me, harlot, used to work in the Grand Hotel or what?

We change the bedclothes once a week, after that it's filthy.

Only the towels on the couches are changed after every visit.

- Hygiene is important, isn't it? - My coat please.

Be right with you.

Yes.

In your line of work, you pay upfront.

Here.

Don't be like that.

Isn't this a nice pussy piece?

You stick to it, Holleck?

Sure, Inspector, to the boobs.

Excuse me, Inspector,

I was a bit distracted by the cat. What were you talking about?

I want to know if you were by chance at the central station this afternoon.

Here at the central station?

You're funny. What am I supposed to do there?

And you know nothing either about the death of Paul Koenig, called Faggy?

Of course I heard about it.

Suicide, isn't it? Terrible, really.

Such a young person.

But his disposition...

Mr. Holleck, you are disgusting.

But I'm sorry, Inspector,

I think you are not such a charmless person,

all in all.

Very well, farewell, Mr. Holleck.

A fucked up life, Blinky.

As soon as you're here, you need to hide.

Not only from Nickels, but also from the fuzz.

- You pay or you don't? - First, I listen then I pay.

Perhaps.

Well, Nickels ordered his guys to the King John's.

They want to mop you up, because of Faggy.

Are they nuts?

I don't have anything to do with it.

So do you want or not?

Possible to hear anything?

Sure. The room you're sitting in has a window to the courtyard.

All right. Let's go.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's the stupid dope.

Had a little too much hash lately.

This can happens sometimes and it doesn't work right away.

Come here, earn your money.

Well, if you don't want to.

Who do you think you are, you bitch?

Well alright, give me back my money.

We'll see about that.

My gosh, you're in a rush? Next door.

Give me the key, no tricks.

Well? That's the kind of game we're playing?

- Cops and robbers? - Lower your voice.

- What am I doing here? - You wanted to see for yourself

what Jule is planning to do about you. And you wanted to give me dough.

I seem to forget it.

You're horny, right?

Wanna watch a little. You're a peeper.

Not bad.

The only sound I hear is music.

The moaning of the pussies isn't too bad.

But I don't pay for pleasure! And now fuck off, prick!

Man, Holleck, you do me wrong.

Mister Holleck. Clear out now!

Hey you, this isn't a marathon.

One hour with one bottle.

How long you wanna hold to it?

- Two Cognac please. - Hm.

That's an order too.

Frieda!

Change, for two!

- Well, Gentlemen? - Jule, we need to do something.

If we don't try hard now, we lose our face.

- Ultimately, we will be the guest workers. - We need to take matters into our hands.

Quick! Come quickly!

- Get out! - Lisa!

- Lisa... is dead. - What's up, girl?

Are you crazy?

Stay here! That's enough!

What are you standing here? Piss off!

Lisa!?

Geez, say, are you hard of hearing? Get off!

- She's still alive. Shut up! - I know who did it.

Lisa. Lisa, girl...

Talk. You know him?

Holleck's guy? Or an old customer? Tall, small, young man, old man?

Lisa, talk! Talk, Lisa.

I'm getting insane.

Does nobody know this fucking language?!

- Doctor. We need to get a doctor. - Yes, of course, why I'm jabbering around?

Get off! Girl...

Girl, everything will be okay. Everything.

- Should I put something under her head? - Wait till the doctor comes.

I know who did it.

Over.

Is she dead?

I'm gonna get him.

I screw him up.

Rudi did it. I saw him.

What, Vienna-Rudi?

Of course it was this jerk.

Jeez, get off! Got enough legs, don't you.

Gosh, this is the third one a john took out this year.

- Now the fuzz is finished with us. - Batten down the hatches!

- Who did you see? - Vienna-Rudi.

- Where? - Well, with Lisa, one hour ago.

Across the street. Guess they had a fight.

Anyway, he was talking insistently to her and dragged her with him.

Well, and then some johns came.

After that, I didn't see her anymore.

- Hash? - A Viennese specialty.

Now we go to Vienna's and finish the job.

Taxi! Taxi!

Drive.

Holleck! Nickels comes with his whole posse!

All right. Stay calm.

Hello everybody.

Play a little game?

The deaf-mute Lisa's dead.

So what?

- Everybody has to die eventually. - Someone iced her

- with a knife. - Neat.

- But what have I to do with it? - We don't want anything from you.

- Stay out of it. - At least for the moment.

- You come with us. - But I swear

I was just talking to her, nothing else.

Regarding Lisa,

- I kinda liked her. - Sure.

Better believe me that I'm mad at the guy who killed her.

What are you looking for down there?

- Sick stomach? - Easy now, Uwe,

- this way he won't talk to us. - Oh, I'm gonna refresh him for you.

Very interesting.

You wanna pin a murder on me.

Wouldn't be the first time today, is it?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Faggy, at the central station.

Never heard about it, hm?

Yes. Beringer already asked me about it.

But I'm not worried.

The other thing, with Lisa,

looks much worse.

The police is gonna get mad.

Because of the murdered girl.

They gonna jail everybody because of random crap.

- You understand? - So?

As long as they don't have this guy, it won't be calm.

They're going to hassle me, they're going to hassle you.

And business will be suffering.

Get to the point, what else?

Look,

bury the hatchet.

Let's make a deal. At least for the moment.

We keep calm until they catch the bastard.

We could look for him together.

My guys and

your guys. Well?

5 stab wounds, strangulation marks at the neck.

Probably from the belt of the dressing gown that was lying in the bathroom.

Cause of death: internal bleeding.

- Point of time, doctor? - Hm, between 0:20 am and 1:10 am.

Several fingerprints on the murder weapon,

on one of the glasses and also on some pieces of furniture. Probably from the perp.

Well, that's at least something for starters, getting better all the time.

Now we just have to catch the perp, than we're unbeatable.

Crap, damn it.

If these lowlifes kill each other, whatever, but this.

Slaughtered like a bunny. The third time this year.

- That's what the boss said. - The boss?

- He called earlier. - What did he want?

He wants to tell you in person. You are supposed to meet him at 12.30 pm.

Oh dear, smells like special commission.

Well, that's just great!

Hansen, what's the motive?

- Maybe revenge? - Possible.

Nothing was stolen.

- Noticed that too. - Really, you noticed it too?

Again someone who is keen on my job.

So, what about those fingerprints?

Not registered. Right-hander.

No distinctive features.

Fingerprints from the checkroom attendant.

- From our photographers. - They are clumsy.

By yourself.

And from Jule Nickels.

- He was asked to come here. Already there? - He's waiting outside.

Thank you, doctor, that's it for now.

Mr. Nickels please.

- Good day. - Good day, Jule.

Please have a seat, currently I'm busy with your fingerprints.

Oops, the old ones not good enough anymore, need new ones?

We got new ones. We found them last night at the crime scene.

At the heater, at the window and at the door.

Have any explanation for that?

Don't forget, 12.30.

I probably looked out the window.

And you came through the door. Of course, that's the way it happened.

But

when?

Do you happen to have an alibi for the time of the crime?

- May I? - Please.

What time was it?

Let's say, from 12:20 am until 1:10 am.

You're one lucky fellow, Inspector, I have an alibi for this time.

Figures.

You've been with friends, right?

Among other things.

I had a business meeting with one certain Mr. Holleck.

With Holleck?

- In doubt? Call him. - Really,

I believe every word you're saying.

You said until 1:10 am.

More or less?

I think less.

I suppose we were back at 1 am at our joint.

Who is we?

Radensky, Moor, the Count, Dakota-Uwe and me.

And before?

Before that, I had another conversation. With one of your employees.

You don't say so. Who was it?

With Blinky.

Jule, again you're pretty sassy.

What did you want from Blinky?

The one thing everybody wants from him. You, Holleck and me.

Maybe some more.

- Background reports from the Reeperbahn. - Cut the crap, Jule.

I am pretty sure that within the next 24 hours

we have a special commission 'Prostitute murder'.

They turn the entire Reeperbahn upside down. They clean up.

Then you and your kind won't have a minute's rest.

You are telling me!

What do you know, Jule?

You and your people.

I don't need your alibi to know you didn't do it

and I need no explanations for your fingerprints.

- Then I'm allowed to go. - If you don't tell me what you know

or if you maybe, I mean,

just want to work on your own behalf,

I'll lock you up for aiding and abetting.

After 24 hours tops, my lawyer gets me out of here.

All joking aside.

We both want the precinct to be calm.

Why don't we do it like we used to?

You take care of your business, we take care of ours.

And regarding Lisa's murder, I think

we don't need a special commission.

I have a proposal for you.

If I learn something substantial, you will be the first to know.

Now I have to go back to work.

If you allow.

- Here, you like? - Yes, thanks.

Here.

Yes, give it already.

Now correct?

Then his mouth always got a little crooked.

Right or left?

Well, I was sitting here, he was over there,

when he was turning his head... I'd say, right.

Right.

Great. That's exactly how he did it.

Yes, that's precisely how he looked.

Oh well, I couldn't see that much. He was standing on top of the stairs.

And then the chaos started here, with the shitfaced john,

the one that Uwe kicked out.

Yes.

- Yes, could be. - Very precise.

I have a good memory for faces.

You need one in our line of business.

Actually, he still should have a shiner.

For I hit him in the face.

That's him to the tee. A real piece of art.

Well, wasn't that a good idea?

- The mouth now correct? - Well...

Maybe a little more crooked.

Shit, now he's laughing.

And where do we go from here?

Copy it and hand out to all taxi drivers.

Actually, the tie has to go.

- He had no tie when he was on the street. - Which street?

I saw him jumping over that wall.

Yes, she's right, he had no tie.

I mean,

if she says so, it is correct, isn't it?

Well, professor, erase that tie.

Okay, taking away the tie.

Then he went over there and I waited one moment.

- Why? - Sometimes you can't go into the house

and then there's another trip.

- But he came into the house. - Yes, he must live over there.

He had a key.

Okay, boss.

There we are.

What's that supposed to mean?

At least 500 people live in that building. How do want to find out his name?

Good thing is I got a head for thinking.

Admitted, Jule, we got him, but what comes next?

We are not from the police. Even if we have evidence against him,

- how do you want to surprise him with it? - You talk too much.

Yes?

But I don't know you.

Like, yesterday evening?

I see, yes.

Of course, my phone number. You...

But I don't need anything.

What?

What do I need? Help?

But I didn't do anything.

No!

Stop it already, I... I don't know what you are talking about.

What bullshit are you talking about?

What?

If I've seen...?

Where?

No, I don't know that place!

Well alright, yes. Yes, yes, I'll be there in half an hour.

See, boss?

Brains alone are not enough,

- you gotta be lucky too. - Is he the guy after all?

- Well? - No, wasn't him.

- Radensky? - Yes, I don't know either.

Yesterday he had a beard.

Oh okay, he can shave it off.

Well, I thought he were a bit taller.

Taller? Smaller! He was barely 5 feet 6.

Go, Moor, start. You come with me.

What about me?

You're doing some calls.

Pick anything you like. There's the book.

Yes.

Thank you, I'll come back later.

What the hell is this?

This picture is handed out all over the hood.

- And what do you want? - I want to help you.

You gotta disappear and I need dough. That's all.

- You want to help me? - Absolutely.

And what's your plan?

I will tell you right now.

By the way, we can be on first name terms.

Partner.

That's bullshit, Moor. She needs to undress quicker and more vulgar.

- She gets paid for it. - That's what I'm telling her the whole time.

Angler.

Jule. Cop Beringer.

Nickels.

Yes, Inspector Beringer.

Any news? I am curious.

Turn the music lower.

Shoot.

I see. And you fall for that.

Very flattering.

All hands on deck, eh?

Currently, I'm worried about other things. Why?

Why are the authorities paralyzing our doormen?

How am I supposed to fill the joint when they aren't allowed to open their mouth,

not even for breathing?

You must be kidding?

Well then the civil servant should,

if he's able, be standing there.

No.

No, no. No, I beg to differ.

We are not yapping here, we are getting them in here!

Not you, Inspector, for God's sake.

But trust against trust. How do you know all that?

I see.

Well...

Yes, I understand.

So everyone of us has a sweet secret.

Goodbye.

You're too blond, girl. Get her a hairpiece.

What else now?

It's Beringer again.

Mister Nickels, before I forget,

if Blinky, this damn snitch, has an accident in the near future,

then you're next!

Now Dieter's gone.

- Well? - Nobody answering.

- Let it ring. - That's what I've been doing for the last 2 hours.

Let it ring.

You refund my loss of earnings?

My mattress thinks it's close season.

Okay, I'm already doing it.

- Frieda. - Yes?

Take off the apron.

- What's up? - Today's your day off.

Oh no, is it Christmas today?

Take care of the boy. What will happen today, is not suitable for kids.

What's happening here is generally not suitable for kids.

- This Radensky, I'm gonna... - Frieda.

Where's this rascal anyway?

Well, it's kinda true.

Your lost, eh?

I...well... We would like to...

- So how do you like it? - We would like to watch.

- Watch? - Well, when two girls

- or... - With a dog?

- No... - With two dogs?

- No, completely normal. - I see.

Emma! Cabaret!

Look at that.

- Where did you get these? - I don't know anymore.

You know exactly! Where did you get these?

Over at the Dorette. A guy...

He was on the phone. He is pretty often here as well.

He always goes like this.

Blinky?

Now Dieter steals from our own people.

I wanna see Blinky's stupid face when we give it back to him.

I would rather know where he had those 2000 Deutschmarks from.

Who is it?

I duped you over at the Dorette for a half bill.

Pussycat and so on.

Don't get mad at me, I'm the one in trouble now.

They won't let me into the joint anymore.

But the boss said if I spill the money...

I could bring it over to your place.

Your name. How I know your name?

I have to think about it.

Who told me your name?

Yes, I think I got it.

It was

the deaf-mute Lisa.

The boy is on the tower.

- Is Willy on its way with the doll? - Yes.

Radensky.

- I'm taking care of him. - You can handle him alone?

Well, if Clock-Five is there.

I'll rather have Uwe with me.

Any news from Moor?

Everything went all right. He's on it.

Well, Gentlemen, let's roll.

What about me?

- You stay with me. - But I wanna help.

Whom?

YOU FORGOT THAT AT MY PLACE! LISA

No!

No, today's not possible. Please! I'm expecting a visitor.

- You're hiding someone. - I said it's not possible.

- Come on, let us in. - No! Please understand.

There's somebody in the bedroom. I'm sure you're hiding someone.

I told you to leave! Get out!

- What's the matter with you? - I said: get out!

- You're gone mad? - Let go of me!

Get off, jeez! All of you: get off!

- Out you go! - What's that supposed to mean?

- Get out! Get out! - You got stung or what?

Get out!

I find it a bit silly but we're not depending on that.

So stupid. What kind of behavior is this?

We could talk with each other.

As if he hit his head somewhere.

Why didn't he want us to come in?

What do you want?

Excellent, Moor. Stay on it.

- Be reasonable. - Give me another drink.

Shitty dump!

Is the hammered bitch still in the joint?

- What should I do? - Kick her out! Stuff her in the drain

- for all I care. - Come on.

Here's Holleck.

Have a wonderful evening.

I just wanted to tell you: we got him.

His name is Priel.

Herbert Priel.

Aura Street 7.

I think he's home.

Why thank you? You are welcome.

That's what we agreed upon, right?

Thanks a lot. Very kind, Mr. Nickels.

Clock-Five!

This Nickels is even more stupid than I thought.

I always said this.

Yes, Mr. Priel?

Yes, here's an old friend talking.

From the court behind the King John, you know?

You were just leaving Lisa's room.

Yes...

What do I want, what do I want?

A bit of money, right?

10 to 15 100 bills are enough.

Well, that's not my problem.

Don't start crying, boy. I just want you...

- Keep talking. - One moment.

Keep on talking! Tell him to come there.

I'm back. Somebody came in, but now I'm all alone.

So take the money and come to the harbor at 8.

To the harbor stairs, 8am.

Yes, across there's big a hall, got it?

You can hide there,

until I think of something to get you out.

Of course I'm coming.

- I want the money, right? - Over.

Over.

What are you doing?

Look, posh Mr. Holleck.

Working on your own account.

Blackmailing the murder while double-crossing us.

Precisely what Jule expected from you.

But I'm afraid that now you are the defrauded fraudster.

- Radensky, I just wanted... - Yes, to use us...

I know.

Jule didn't think of that not just since it suddenly crossed your mind

that the killer didn't wear a tie.

Thus you had to see him, but you wanted the address from us.

- Clock-Five, help! - Clock-Five?

He's in the wardrobe. A coat hanger in his mouth.

Great. And what now?

Lisa's killer is the key witness against you. He will break your neck.

If you want to survive the next 12 hours,

that's what Jule said,

you hop on the 7.40 plane to Frankfurt.

- With connecting flight to Vienna. - But Radensky,

- we could split 50/50. - No 50/50 here!

Here, we do the job properly.

You and your boys bail out.

And the girls stay here. We take them.

As compensation.

Gimme 20 cents, Fred.

Here you go, boss.

What time is it?

7.15 am sharp.

In 25 minutes I'm going to dump him.

Attention please, this is the final call for passenger Mr. Holleck.

Booked on flight NH-700.

via Frankfurt to Vienna.

Please proceed to exit 7.

- Yes, thank you. - Good Morning, Mr. Holleck.

You are familiar with showing a badge. Please come with me.

- Me? Why? - You don't know?

- No clue. - Then I'm going to tell you.

You are temporarily in custody. On the suspicion of aiding and abetting.

In the homicide case of the prostitute Lisa Naumann.

Come with me.

Radensky to Jule. It worked out well with Holleck

Over.

Excellent.

The only one's missing is Priel.

- Well, how do you feel? - Me?

Why, Jule? I mean, fine of course.

That's good.

That's very good.

Here! Not for 7, not for 6. For 5 Deutschmarks!

Here, ladies and gentlemen, 8 pieces,

and all 8 for 3 Deutschmarks! Isn't that something?

Uwe, I got him. I follow him.

The boy is on the right way.

And 3 and 4 and 5 and 6, and all 6 for 10 Deutschmarks!

- He's heading for the harbor stairs. - Okay, follow him. Over.

Over.

Jule, still on him.

He's exactly doing what we want him to do.

Roller-Willy to Jule.

He's going straight to the hall. I follow him. Over.

Jule, you should see him in a sec. 500 yards, tops.

- Over. - Thanks, copy that.

Our friend is advancing.

He's here in 3 minutes.

Nothing beats a solid planning.

- What's that? - The fabric is good and expensive,

I don't want it to get dirty. Please keep it for me.

- Let's go. - Jule, why do you want me there?

I don't want to get my hands dirty that's why you're coming with me.

- Jule, but I cannot help you. - Me?

I hope you can help yourself. Bye.

Get up here.

Blinky,

one false word and I'm going to push you.

You are here, you fucking bastard.

Just listen. I don't know you at all. I mean...

It's honestly not my fault.

I thank you for this conversation.

The gentlemen know each other?

There's also a gun, Blinky.

2000 Deutschmarks. Hefty price.

I think you should give this man his money back,

he's going to need it more than you.

In the top floor.

His food will be delivered,

cigarettes...

Stop!

And now get out of here!

They wait for you outside. Go back to Celle.

If I still see you in the hood in one hour, I'm gonna pull the wool over your eyes

and throw you in the Elbe! Snitch!

What do you want from me?

I wanted to get rid of my competitors with your help.

I need you as a witness.

Because in this country blackmailing gets punishment even if

the one blackmailed is a murder. Like you.

You bastards screwed me nicely.

But you got skeletons in your closet.

Criminals. Gangster.

Pimps!

Yes.

But not murderers.

We kinda have our own laws

and murder is taken it too far.

Why did you want me to come here?

Or didn't you?

Implicitly, I did.

And now you stay here until the fuzz is coming, in 5 minutes.

You can't be serious.

I'm supposed to wait here?

I've got the gun and you come with me.

Go.

You may be right about the gun but if I come with you...

Stop! Police!

Stop the nonsense, boy!

Get down here!

Come on. If you are flying out of the hatch,

you're gonna break every bone in your body.

And you won't come very far outside.

Don't be silly!

Listen. Did you hear a shot?

Sure. You... for 6.50 Deutschmarks, my housekeeping money.

Help! Help!

No!

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