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THIS FILM IS A FACTUAL REPORT. IT DEPICTS EVENTS OF RECENT TIMES.

FOR LEGAL REASONS, NAMES AND PLACES HAD TO BE CHANGED...

AND CERTAIN INCIDENTS WERE FREELY RECREATED.

THIS NEITHER ALTERS THE FACTS, NOR THE CRIMES THAT OCCURRED.

But that's...

that's...

WHEN NIGHT FALLS ON THE REEPERBAHN

"GREAT FREEDOM"

"IS HAMBURG'S YOUTH ENDANGERED BY LSD?" Hamburg, Reeperbahn.

Tuesday, the 4th of July, towards midnight,

about half an hour after pedestrians discovered the barely-dressed corpse

of a young girl at Ottersbekallee, presumed killed by a fugitive trucker.

The radio patrol alarm was raised right away.

At the "Big Freedom", a famous back road in the so-called entertainment area,

everything's bustling as usual,

as in the establishment known as "The Iron Maiden".

Here, one may drool and satisfy one's thirst,

or just one's curiosity about certain 'sportive activities'.

Go, tear her ass apart!

Face-down into the dirt!

And here comes Blatta, the lioness of Bavaria,

and Ramona, the strangleress of Casablanca!

Every girl will face all the others in the final three minutes!

Tear her panties down, Ramona! Go!

Bouncy, bouncy, nice and hard! Spank that bum once more, girl!

Aren't you already sick and tired of this charade? - Come off it!

This man is called Uwe Wagenknecht,

a regular at this bar, and an occasional employee.

At the moment, he's living off his girlfriend, Wanda.

She's accordingly registered with the vice squad...

and undergoes frequent medical checks. Uwe has a criminal record...

for procuring, assault and petty fraud.

Stole it?

Think I want to sink? In your dreams!

- Don't be giddy! Where's it from? - The beanpole left it behind.

- The slim-chested one. - Will I ever get used to your Bavarian?

I noticed when he was gone.

Man, I can't even take out a loo-lady with this.

- Sweetie... - Yeah?

I relieved him of three blue ones.

- Quite the goop, he was with me. - Good girl, spanky-spanky!

C'mon, don't always kick her in the belly, it's not nice!

Listen, you'd better take the wallet to the lost property office,

if you don't wanna risk any trouble.

There's his passport, and his car documents.

- How do you lose such things? - Dead drunk he was!

- Did you take him to your place? - Nah. A hotel.

Hans Henningsen, transport enterprises.

Prinzenparkstraße 6.

Ah, Mercedes 220 SE.

HHCD111. A posh prig, huh?

- Hm-hm, an ace of a car! - Well, I'd better take care of him, eh?

- Hey! Don't stir the shit! - Oh, as if I would, nookie-pookie!

I'll just say I found it in the street.

It oughtta be worth something, for getting it back.

Yeah, go for it, lass!

Take her kidneys from her hipsies, Blatta!

Come on, show her'.!

We're closing, Ma'am.

There, look, there's the party!

Yeah! Harder!

0:05. My name is Danny Sonntag. I'm a freelance journalist.

At the moment, I'm doing a rather shitty job,

as the third local reporter for a third-class night paper.

Well, I'm leaving.

It got a little late today, you know that?

And leave off with that cheeky attitude of yours in the future.

Concern yourself with the things that are asked of you.

For instance, Soraya, the state visit of the Shah,

the charity bazaar of Hamburg's congressmen's wives,

Kindergarten renovations, fashion shows for dogs,

- Nose-picking seminars... - Don't start getting impudent!

We're a serious and widely-read paper, not a butchery magazine.

Natalie, my coat!

And I'm the one who decides what my readers like.

- You can call it a day. - Yes.

I suppose your beau's going to accompany you home? - Yes.

By the way: I like it when my employees are getting along well.

- Good night! - Good night, Director. - Good night, Mr. Nagel.

Two-faced hypocrite. Let's go.

- Thanks for seeing me home. - Bye, Hannah.

- Bye. - So long!

See you tomorrow night!

Goddamn it, are you mad, you idiot?!

Greetings from Fire-Hotte, press-bugger! Next time we'll put your lights out!

Stop! Freeze! Coward!

Stop!

He's coming! Go!

Come out! Now!

Shall I call the squad?

If you have the nerve to ram my car,

why don't you tell me what you want from me?

Hello? Do you hear me?

I see!

Don't move... press-bugger!

You've seen one movie too many, have you?

We'll crush your ribs and massage them into you from head to toe!

- I've just had a manicure! - Shut up!

If your fucking paper ever puts the cops onto the harmless screwing parties...

of young people again, we'll work you over!

We'll put a couple of 455 into your back!

Because of my article...

about the LSD dealers and their untraceable supplier, you're rebelling?!

Exactly! We won't let anyone screw up our business!

I got it! Quite the groovy boys you are!

Just wait! We'll shut you up for good!

FLARE GUNS - PYROTECHNICS

Bitch! Give up! You don't stand a chance!

Better beat it, before I get nervous and clear off some of you pricks!

- Watch out, he means business! - Take cover! Bloody swine!

I'll blow you up like rocket ships, you...

Watch out, there he is!

Stop him!

- My pleasure, who are you? - To you, I'm Fire-Hotte, that's it!

- Stop, or you'll beat him to death! - Why not?

Hello? Is someone there?

Two cars crashed down there!

Let's get out of here!

Someone's lying there...

- What is it? - Come on, don't get involved!

Who knows?

Golly, they really gave you the full works, didn't they?

Alright, come on! C'mon, c'mon, boy, c'mon!

Come on, come on.

Gosh, I'm nauseous!

How'd it happen?

I slipped on some dog shit; I should've been more careful.

Thanks!

- He needs an ambulance. - What?

- She means: to the hospital. - Oh no, I'd rather not!

The next cab will do.

""Ignore your pain, nothing infuriates it more!"

Wednesday, 5th of July, 10 pm.

Superintendent Joachim Zinner and his assistant Paulsen...

have arrived at the Institute of Forensic Medicine at Altena, Hamburg.

The girl that was run over has been identified in the meantime;

her name was Eva Falsacher.

During the autopsy they had discovered...

that someone had administered a strong dose of a narcotic to her,

shortly before her death. Ergo:

a case for the drug squad.

- LSD again? - Yes.

Possibly related to the cause of death?

Skull fracture and inner injuries indicate some sort of accident.

I wonder, though, if it really was an accident?

Don't always think out loud, Paulsen.

Otherwise, I'll have you put back on street duty. - But the fugitive driver!

The question is whether it really was a hit and run...

- What did the parents say? - They have an electronics shop,

the girl was 18 and said to be very stable,

just about to take her A-levels.

- Poor bitch. - It makes me vomit!

- Are you feeling the same? - I mean all that LSD-guzzling.

We're as used to our stiffs as to our daily shave...

but these silly teenagers!

- Yeah, it's getting worse lately. - And no wonder!

Every brat can get a hold of the stuff, if he's smart.

Yours is a mean business, Superintendent.

I wouldn't like to swap places with you.

- That feeling's mutual, doctor. - Thanks.

- See you! - Hopefully not too soon.

Bye.

Ah, good morning...

- Superintendent. - Hello, Joe Hemingway.

Did one of your scorchers catch you in bed with another?

- Well deduced, Monsieur Maigret. - So why are you here?

I'll tell you, just as soon as I've wrapped up all the facts.

- Still after that LSD story? - Maybe.

Yes, just grease it all over your papers...

and tell every brat about the fucking stuff!

I might even have something more sensible in mind, Mr. Zinner.

Don't you believe it!

What are you doing here?

Want to invite me for a beer?

But you just drink milk on duty, don't you now?

My Editor got me out of bed.

He wants something on the girl that was run over last night.

Isn't that one of your cases?

- Why? - Would you be here otherwise?

- See you, I'm in a hurry. - Alright!

Pompous ass! I'm curious about who beat him up.

Well...

Me, too.

You queer idiot! Don't push me! How could she get away?

Don't you touch me... I won't put up with this!

This is my house, I'm warning you, Hotte!

- Don't touch me! - Now the fairy's getting cheeky!

Pack it in! It's no use like that.

He ought to read about the mess he's got us in!

"Murder or accident? Eva Fallsacher, victim of an LSD orgy?"

Again by our friend Sonntag!

- So, what was all that about Eva? - Why ask me?

I'm always at my bar when things get hot around here.

- Pudik called me. - So?

So, so, so! There were three of them, Margot and Pinky included!

They brought Eva along, but she couldn't take it and ran out, completely stoned.

The others were so far gone that they didn't notice until it was too late.

Why complain?

The accident happened quite a distance from here.

And we had nothing to do with it.

- I'm quitting, this house is closed! - Shut your trap!

You've made a heap of money thanks to us!

How dare you! Johns and pimps, that's what you are!

Filling girls up with LSD to sell them to dirty old geezers!

And all that in your beds, you leech!

- Yuck! - Ouch! Brute!

Get out! Get out!

Just leave him alone!

Maybe he's right and we'd best withdraw a little for now.

So long as they don't have any proof against us...

They're just whistling in the wind.

Oh yes, hm-hm, the good lads from good families!

If your parents knew... yes, if all of Hamburg's high society knew!

Why don't you tell them!

You'd be the first to hit the nick, sissy.

And you'd say bye-bye to your nudie show!

Everything was going well until I got involved with you!

Ouch! Brute! If anyone else lays a hand on me,

I'll get seriously cross!

Come on, Till. They'll sort it out themselves.

Let's make sure that our dolly birds stay mum.

Yeah. And get changed for the boat!

- There he is! - He's questioned the whole class!

- Maybe it wasn't just an accident. - I think so, too.

- What did he ask? - I don't know.

We went to the cinema, alone. We already told your boss.

We didn't see Eva.

- Your parents didn't hear you come in. - I'm 18...

I'm allowed to go dancing with a friend at my age.

Did you stay anywhere else yesterday night?

We were at Karin's place. Her aunt is away on vacation.

Perfect for messing about a bit.

- Is that true? - Sure!

Do you think it was us who filled Eva up with LSD?

I'll ask the questions!

Why don't you ask those who seem to know more?

Why not the guy who wrote that LSD nonsense in the paper!

Paulsen, you're being a nuisance - the ladies are quite correct.

Miss Mewes and her colleagues have told us all they know...

Which was very kind of them.

- Bye. - As you wish, boss.

- Good day. - Thanks, you spoilt it for us.

Good day!

Do you think the snoop is bluffing us?

If he does, he'll freeze his balls off.

And you can't remember what happened to Eva at all?

How? We were napping!

When they woke us up, she was already gone!

Shhh! Here comes the nun!

Good morning.

Gosh, what a cow!

She's just new and afraid to look to the left or to the right.

If anything, she's arrogant!

And you're as jealous as Othello 'cause she's got bigger boobs!

As if that bothers me!

- Do you have some tickets [LSD] left? - No, but Till's going to pick us up.

- I bet they'll bring Pinky along. - Why not? At least she's smart.

But she isn't one of us...

- Hello. - Hello!

We've already been missing you to death, Pinky. - Really?

My Lord doesn't look like he has been...

and the Kindergarten isn't yet here, either.

They're still at school.

I'm employed, too, and can't just come and go as I please!

We need more photos; our customers are crazy about them.

- Brought some along? - Yeah, but just from the last time.

The chicks will just have to get going again.

Tomorrow, my boss will leave earlier and I'll be alone in the shop.

With your talents, I wonder why you're slaving away like that.

My prince wishes me to do decent work, doesn't he?

You can do whatever you like, you're of adult age.

I've heard otherwise, three months ago!

Look!

- Hello! - Hi, how are you!

- Hello! - So where's Inga?

Her mother picked her up; she'll come later.

- Didn't you bring the new girl? - For whom?

If Till has the hots for her, why doesn't he fetch her himself?

- Don't start this all over again. - Do you think I'm blind?

- You're after her, like a dog in heat! - I surely won't draw her into our gang.

I hope not. That virtuous darling may go to the salvation army!

I think so too. There's enough of us already.

But if anyone's interested: the nun is feeding the swans.

They interrogated us for more than an hour!

- So what? - Well, of course, we didn't whistle.

Are you expecting a medal for bravery?

Well, let me in!

So, are we going or what?

You go on ahead, we'll join you in a moment.

You give the lady a lift.

There's something I forgot. I'll take a cab. Meet you at the marina!

If he really brings the bimbo along, he'll regret it!

- There'll always be me, Pinky. - Come off it!

Hello, Lotti!

Hello, Till!

I was waiting for you, but you weren't with the others.

You know, I'm not very well acquainted with the other girls.

Well, if Brigitte hadn't introduced us at the ice cream parlour...

I wouldn't know how we could ever have talked in the first place.

Probably not at all. I don't appreciate being approached so casually.

Well...

Have you heard about Eva? Isn't it ghastly?

Yes, terrible. I can hardly believe it happened.

So it's all the nicer to see you again today.

' Really? ' Really!

Don't you start every flirt with lines like this?

Maybe. But...

I've never really meant it before.

And Pinky Schön?

Is a nice girl.

- We used to be friends. - It was a silly question anyway.

Lotti, I'd like to tell you so many things...

but you'd have to give me an opportunity.

Till... I'm not sure this makes any sense.

I can't treat life as lightly as you...

or your friends.

I don't think I'd suit you very well.

I'd leave everything behind for you.

I don't think you'd manage to do that.

But you ought to at least give me a chance!

What am I supposed to answer?

Well, let's say...

a coffee after school, tomorrow at 1 pm?

- And what about university? - My lecture ends at 11 am.

You're really quite a negotiator!

Alright... see you tomorrow.

Yes, see you tomorrow!

I told you that you couldn't just quit as you please.

Don't play me that broken record of Hotte's.

You're still our supplier, professor.

And we agreed on not wimping out.

Did you just invite us over to spoil our afternoon for us, or what?

If you'd rather jump overboard, be my guest.

Gosh, don't swan around so much with your old man's boat.

- Frank has a nifty one too. - From his old man, yes.

Look who's talking. Mummy's play-boy!

You all feel so smashing, don't you! Snobby and urbane.

I might get a little funny in the pants later on.

I can hardly wait!

Don't you think we ought to reconcile?

Whatever. I don't care.

But I do. I joined the club for your sake...

and I won't have myself thrown away like an old apple core.

Are you trying to threaten me?

Well, for one thing, I could tell your darling...

- what dears you are! - In your place I wouldn't.

I'm not afraid of you mini-gangsters.

Once I dish the dirt, you're finished.

You're not as complicated, are you, baby?

Go and pat your own thighs!

What a bore you are today. I wish I was in Acapulco.

That's why we brought tickets, to cheer you guys up a little.

Pinky is cross and fussing around.

If Pinky twitters that she takes our photos at her boss's studio...

and if he finds out... well, then it's "Merci, Cherie!"

As long as we get a hundred for just showing a little skin...

So today it's just sunbathing, or what?

So? Making "finito" with our captain?

You can stir my pants a little, if you're available.

Up yours, and Till's!

As for you... better stick to your cheapie girls, "Fire-Hotte".

I'm not suffering from a lapse of taste.

You should be glad you're not,

you little cunt!

Maybe you still have the hots for me?

We could embark on a little trip to the booth.

I'd rather have a swim than get myself dirty. Get lost!

I might've already had you, when you were dosed-up.

For your sake, I hope not, creep!

But you'll see I mean business!

You too.

She's well ticked-off.

And all because her darling isn't into her anymore.

And if the bitch really blows the whistle on us?

She'd be banged up too.

But not as fast as us.

We can scare her a little.

Wait for me!

Wait!

Hello!

Wait!

Stop!

Have they gone mad?!

That's not funny anymore, don't mess around!

Turn around, now!

Have you gone mad? If she dies, you're done for!

Help!

Too many witnesses around for a little swimming accident?

Shut up!

- Get out of my way! - Hey! Calm down!

Don't give yourself airs, young Siegfried!

There. Come on!

I'll pay you back...

you can bet on it!

What are you doing here?

Ah, Mr. Henningsen!

I recognised you right away.

That photo is great, a real portrait.

- But that's my... - Yeah, it's yours, ain't it?

You lost it, dear man. Well...

it happens, when you're...

a teeny bit tipsy, y'know?

Say... where have you parked that big Mercedes?

Are you... from the police?

What, me? From the cops?

Nah.

I'm just a poor citizen.

The name's Uwe, eh?

That's all you need to know. Just call me Uwe, huh?

How did you get hold of my wallet?

Let's just say: I found it.

You've been a teeny bit reckless, let's put it that way, eh?

Did you see me?

I mean... did you see the whole thing?

Don't be so upset! Main thing is: you got your papers back!

Else there'd just be a mess with the cops and your position... eh?

Listen... I'd like to get this matter out of the world.

- What do you know? - Enough.

But that's not important.

I... can only vaguely remember.

Yeah, I can imagine... I can imagine that, eh?

I can't revive the poor thing, even...

if I surrender to the police now.

But I'm ruined. Do you understand?

I see...

- Yes, that's why... - The paper said she was dead!

Nobody's going to benefit if you cause a stir.

Just no fuss, right? That's what I thought too, Mr. Director.

May I reciprocate, Mr...

Uwe. Mr. Uwe.

You're really too generous, Mr. Director...

You know, the problem is... my poor mum...

she's ill. Miscarriage, you see?

And all the stuff you need: a doctor, mid-wives,

hospital...

If you'd just add a little more paper?

That's all I have on me. May I have my documents back now?

But why, sure! And you know what, Mr. Director?

Let's not talk about your bad luck anymore, huh?

- My wife! Get out! - So long, Mr. Director.

- So long, Ma'am. - So long.

Who was that person, Hans?

Oh, just a mechanic. He told me he needs more time with the Mercedes.

Meanwhile, I'd checked up on somebody,

who might give me certain information.

It hadn't been easy tracking this person down.

You see, my friend isn't employed on a regular basis...

Can't you leave that silly thing somewhere else for a moment?

Nah, I can't.

I'm hired for the rush hour.

12 marks for two hours.

If they check up on me, the lights'll go out.

I'll gladly pay those few pennies.

Don't kid around; I have a week contract.

The most ridiculous job you could find?

I'm too old to bum about...

and too intelligent to be doing proper work.

- One has to feel embarrassed with you! - You're not exactly unfunny yourself.

Like a walking bandage ad.

- They lamped you? - Why, no. Just a kiss.

Say, do you know a guy who calls himself Fire-Hotte?

Fire-Hotte? Doesn't ring a bell.

Ask around a little then, among your merry brothers.

There.

So that's settled. See you tomorrow at 8, at the Pulle. On time!

Oh, boy! Today is daddy's birthday!

What is it? Get undressed!

I want to be an air hostess anyway, not a stripper.

For all I care, you can be a midwife. But if you charge for your mini-boobs,

you'd better show them off at least.

As if! I'd better stop thinking about the income of a real model...

For those few extra pennies, we're just a dandy bargain.

Beginners just don't get a star's salary.

- Maybe they'll put you in the movies. - Oh, sure.

- What's the masquerade about anyway? - Are we taking portraits or what?

You heard her. No one cares about your head, so put on a sombrero!

We have to come up with something new soon,

instead of this heap of nonsense...

Come on.

- But I won't show my face! - Yeah, whatever. Come here.

So... your head...

Think I'm taking passport photos?

- Hurry up, I still need to go shopping. - Me too.

Our boss is working overtime tonight.

In one hour, we'll need to call it a day anyway.

So, I've been wondering why you carry on,

after that clash with the gang?

Maybe I'm not doing it for them anymore,

but am selling the photos directly to the buyers, so we'll all get more.

Do you want to challenge Hotte?

- Who's Hotte anyway? He needs us, but we don't need him. - And Till?

Oh, he's a little bonkers lately.

But once he starts seeing reason again... well, come on.

The 7th of June.

Neither the police nor I are getting anywhere with the investigation...

when, all of a sudden, something happens again.

In the afternoon, Pinky Schön has been asked by a friend...

on Till's behalf, to meet for a reconciliatory talk.

The meeting point: her grandmother's arbour,

where she's frequently had assignations in the past, including with Till.

It's just a little past 9 pm.

Hello? Till?

Are you there?

What's going on?

Why is the door open?

Come on, skip the daft jokes!

What is it?

What do you want?

What's that?

Stop that!

No!

No!

HELP!

STOP IT!

[Singing in dialect]

Cheers!

Very well, gentlemen...

as we've already arrived at the unofficial part of the evening,

I would like to kindly thank the party chairmen,

State secretaries Mr. Von der Linde and Mr. Papadopoulos,

for their being here with us tonight!

- To your health! - To your health!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

The landlady has a general...

who has always wanted to shag her,

and observe it all ever so attentively, with a monocle in his eye...

Are we going to have fun with some birds today?

But Mr. Papadopoulos!

We do know what we owe to our honoured guests!

So, 500,000 for the National Committee,

if the order is assigned to the lnterex AG.

Via my private account, of course.

I could get into hot water, Mr. Voss.

Peanuts. Money has no smell, my dear.

Well, Buding, is something happening?

We can't go where I meant to take you anymore,

but Rita could come up with some birds. Just for the three of us, of course.

We'll take Linden as well...

I need to soften him up...

Buding always has something in stock. From 15 up to 50.

He's such a rogue!

Today we'll do it the Indonesian way...

- With many side dishes. - Swell...

My, she's sweet. Sugar-sugar-sugar-sweet!

Threesome!

He's hot for a threesome!

Oh yes, the skinny ones are attentive!

- Cheers, gentlemen! - Cheers!

BEING MERRY IN YOUR HEART IS THE ALPHA AND OMEGA...

- Good morning, my loves! - Good morning, daddy!

Don't mind me, I have to get going.

- I'll have a coffee at the office. - How do you endure this?

- It got late again yesterday. - Was it really that late?

I didn't check my watch.

Van der Linde was there, and some foreign diplomats.

I couldn't wimp out, I need those gentlemen.

So, what's my little doll doing?

Daddy will have Max bring you something nice to play with.

But I'd like to play with you, Daddy!

Certainly! Certainly, we'll do that.

I mean, as soon as Daddy isn't busy anymore.

It's for you, dad! Miss Schnirch.

You passed the exam with a distinction. Congratulations, son!

You can pick up your check. Consider what type of doctor you wish to be.

- But Dad, that'd be... - Yes, what is it?

Good morning, Miss Schnirch.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Tell Mr. Proske to wait.

The lnterex contracts go directly to Bonn.

An airplane for the weekend, most likely. That'd be it, huh?

Who's talking about planes? But...

a pilot's license would be something!

Do you want to be a pilot, or a nuclear physicist?

- What'd you like on that? - Jam!

...cashed in right on time. And then to hell with that company.

See you in a bit. Bye, Miss Schnirch.

Bye, my loved ones. Daddy has to earn money.

Be good. And you, Till, hurry up a little!

It's about time I found myself a worthy successor.

- I'll wave Daddy goodbye! - But don't run into the street!

You father will make you a worthy successor, you'll see.

- In every respect. - Mum, you're irritated.

Dad is somebody.

Naturally, that carries with it plenty of obligations.

You shouldn't always take him as a role model.

I don't. But... he impresses me.

It's well-meant, Till.

I know, mum.

Excuse me.

Uni's calling. Bye.

- Yes? - Till? This is Margot.

They say Pinky committed suicide last night.

The police found her.

- What did you say? - Pinky?!

God, that's...

- Where are you calling from? - From the phone box by the school.

I'm sure the police are going to question us!

Margot, you... you know nothing, you hear me?

Nothing! And no names!

- Or else this will hit the bull's eye. - Maybe yours! Certainly not ours...

Don't babble, I can't talk right now!

I won't talk to anyone! See you tonight at the Sauna.

And bring some tickets along!

The young man with whom I was here yesterday?

Yes, the nice redhead. He was here an hour ago.

He can't see you today, but he'll call you tomorrow.

I see... nothing else?

He didn't leave a name either. Just:

"Tell the lady not to wait for me."

Thank you very much. I won't wait then.

- Bye. - Bye, Miss.

Well... your prince has other occupations now, butterfly.

Seems like everything's running smoothly.

We'll see if he gives in.

He'll be a good boy and come to our sauna tonight.

I won't get old in here.

- Yeah, with this crowd... - We could go to my place.

- I have the house to myself. - And your people?

They're at the Riviera, for the Monte Carlo race.

Did you fetch some tickets?

- Yeah, Till delivered some. - Is he coming too?

I've no idea. He's still talking to Hotte.

We can leave and I'll let Nicky know.

Fine. We'll go to the back in the meantime.

I'll wait in Volker's car.

Oh dear. And that's called amusement.

Well, you have to leave certain people to their idiocies.

The regulars call this club "Sauna".

- The places you're taking me to... - I'm just showing you the bars...

which your beatniks are frequenting. If you prefer, we can leave.

I wasn't expecting to have a ball with you.

You carry on until we've found a substitute, is that clear?

I can teach anyone how to make the stuff.

We don't like people who come and go as they please.

And if I leave nevertheless?

Don't be a fool.

Or shall we send your much-admired old guy...

a couple of photos?

Of you and Eva and Pinky and Margot?

Making love, playing "Nude LSD club"?

Don't take it too far!

- You might get a nasty surprise. - Like Pinky's suicide?

She was your girl.

Be glad no one knows about it.

- Damn, he hit you hard! - If he tries that with me,

I'll present him with some red flowers.

Leave it alone.

He's drunk.

I'll get him.

- Hey, Till! Where's Hotte? - Ask him yourself!

What's peeving him now?

Did you hear? Hotte!

And that voice, the blond guy's...

- Miss! - Yes?

Say, do you know the young man who's just left?

Him? That's the young Voss, the son of the famous industrialist.

- He comes here once in a while. - And Fire-Hotte, is he here too?

I can't memorise every nickname. There are many Hottes around.

- You think so? Well, good luck then. - Wait here.

They shouldn't see you. Not yet, anyway.

But watch out, so they won't bust your nose again. - Very funny.

There, have yourself another one.

So? You're putting up with this?

I've something in mind. Something he won't like.

- We should make him kick the bucket. - Too risky.

He has to be diminished, until he's as small as a crab louse.

Hello, Fire-Hotte. Are the gentlemen talking about me?

It's that swine reporter!

I'd rather not, boy.

This time I've got my gun, along with a license.

Gosh, and I thought it was some hoodlum!

No. It's just the press-bugger.

What do you want from us?

We don't know you.

- I'm calling the police. - Please do.

I'll gladly take out two of the guys who wanted to bump me off,

because I was after a gang of swine. Isn't that so,

- Fire-Hotte? - You must mistake me for someone else.

First you have to prove that we did it.

How about that?

And now get your rod out of the way.

They call this an "armed hold-up".

And all that noise...

Go.

Now at least I know whom I'm writing about.

"The Golden Sons of Hamburg"

"A look at the debaucherous lives of high society's offspring."

"From playboys to gangsters."

"Could the so-called LSD gang members be found in distinguished families?"

"Sons of politicians and senators involved in the scandal."

"What is Till Voss concealing?" Are you mad?

Assumptions, defamations, what impudence!

But it's the truth, Mr. Nagel.

Since yesterday, I've been tracking the worst mess in years,

- and you're trying to block me from... - You're attacking our most renowned...

and respectable families!

You're shaking the pillars of our way of life - you're an anarchist!

How many thousands of Voss marks did it take to build this paper?

Get out of here!

That's how you thank me for welcoming you as our local reporter!

A troublemaker who's been fired practically everywhere!

"He who fiddles with the truth is slapped with the violin"!

- Is that your freedom of the press? - You're mistaking freedom of the press...

for sensationalism and pornography!

- And you with corruption and hypocrisy! - Out!

You're a nobody! I'll see to it...

that no one will ever hire you again!

I, Manfred Nagel!

Nothing sickens me more than successful scoundrels like you!

Gutterboy!

- Say that again. - Gutterboy!

You!

- You are... - Fired without notice.

That's your 8th already!

Like all good things, there are 9.

10. Pour me one as well.

- Candy-Maigret. - Right.

- You've had bad luck again? - Absolutely.

Cry a little with me.

Long live the independence of the press!

- How many sackings before you realised it? - I stopped counting.

I've been looking for you, Sonntag.

Do you want me to work for you?

I know that you're after the same thing

that's kept us running about for days.

I need some proof,

the sort I can't obtain using legal measures.

- Do you like it? - A lot.

- Not afraid anymore? - Nuh-huh.

I never thought of you as a scoundrel.

Just as a man who's in with the wrong people.

- I'm glad to hear that. - Yes...

I was quite confused yesterday.

First, you stood me up...

and then I heard all that about Pinky.

I couldn't phone you.

And then, Pinky's friends wanted to talk to me.

So'?

Lotti, you have to believe me...

there was no longer anything between us.

- I've no idea what got into her. - I'm sure she was very unhappy.

Had I met you before, everything would've been different.

No other girls?

Pinky?

That, too.

Is it really true, what you said before in the car?

- That I love you? - Yes.

Shall I tell you again?

I believe every woman likes to hear this.

Over and over again.

I love you.

You must tell me again and again. Now more than ever.

You're beautiful.

Now you know what you mean to me.

I've given you what can never be given again.

- And if I'm not worth it? - Don't say anything.

I've ended it all.

Everything.

I don't want to know.

I just want to know that you're different now.

For my sake.

I won't disappoint you.

What do your parents say?

Dad is a good guy.

On the house. But don't invite the whole staff.

You're welcome to stimulate the sales a little.

- Bonsoir, Sugar-Charlie. - Doctor! Long time, no see!

I have to work once in a while, you know?

Is Hotte here?

Of course, strict discretion, as always.

After the latest trouble we need to charge more.

- The risk... - I'm not paying anyway.

And my friends won't mind.

Of course, I'd like to make a deal with your friends.

You mean Voss.

Shhh. No names!

But he's the one I meant.

Isn't he always looking for unpopped cherries?

- Well, something young, fresh... - Exactly.

I've got one that's still sealed.

- A complicated one? - Oh, hardly.

Leave that to me. Interested?

- When? - Tomorrow night, at Charlie's house as usual.

Okay.

There...

an advance.

There'll be four of us.

Don't forget my stuff. I'm on the ropes, as usual.

You're quite mad!

- If Till finds out that his father... - Shut up. He won't find out.

But we'll take photos.

And if Till gives us trouble... he'll keep on delivering.

But you can get stuff elsewhere, can't you?

- But not this cheap! - It's out of the question!

- This could break my neck! - Take ten blue ones and bow!

And on top of that, a new girl...

I don't like it.

I've got a special gag in store.

Oh, you really know how to break me!

Lore can't come. She's in hospital.

She'll be in there for at least a week.

That stupid cow! Never mind, I'll fetch someone else.

Ah, bye! There's someone over there I need to talk to.

So, see you at Charlie's around 8.

Hi Lotti. You've got a great tan; been on the water?

Yes. The last couple of days.

I could do with some fresh air, too. Been inside too much, lately.

Being a party-girl and all. It's fun, though.

Till said something very true yesterday:

"The only true misfortune is a life of boredom."

Till?

- Till was at a party yesterday? - Why not?

He never misses one, does he? He's also coming tonight.

To the blind cocktail party. Organised it himself, at a bungalow.

It can't be! That's impossible!

- You must be mistaken! - Mamma-mia, I see!

The two of you were on his boat? Well,

that's just like him, the old crook!

He didn't tell you, then?

What for? He can do whatever he likes.

I wouldn't be so generous.

Listen, I have an idea: why don't you just come along?

Can you imagine the look on his face?

No... No!

- I can't just spy on him! - Why spy?

You can't just put up with it! In the end, he'll laugh at you!

- Please leave me alone! - Don't be so touchy.

He sees you're not a square, he'll eat out of your hand.

- I promise. - He'll just be even angrier!

So what? You'd at least know what you're up against.

Look, no one must know a thing.

Say you're going to see a film. We'll meet at the corner at 8.30.

...and after that, she cried:

"Up, up, comrades,

on the horse, on the horse!"

Well, she didn't have to tell us twice!

Seems like the dolly birds have arrived.

It'll be fun with the pussycats tonight!

But don't forget, gentlemen: don't mention any names!

Come in, my dears,

no one's going to eat you.

Not bad at all.

So which one's the lily?

The one by the door. I know the others.

- Where's Till? - He'll come later.

Don't mention him, or you'll ruin everything.

So, please be seated! Let's have a little welcome drink.

No formalities!

These are Buzzy, Bunny, Crumpet - and this is Mousie.

An enchanting little menagerie!

And these are Cocky, Bully and Icebear!

- And I'm Sparrow. - Let's twitter then!

- Did it work? - They're getting her drunk now.

She's a bit clumsy and square.

They all started out like that. Now they're worse than real whores.

I'll beat it now.

But I'll be back in two hours to check. - Okay.

You'll get an envelope from Buding. Give each of the chicks a blue one.

- And what about me? - You've cashed yours already!

Do you think we're living off thin air?

Don't get any funny ideas.

I'm going. Addio.

Ugh. I hardly ever drink.

- It's too strong for me. - We've run out of milk, sorry.

But a teeny-weeny tipsiness would suit you very sweetly, dear.

- No, thanks. - Don't scare our little mousie.

Otherwise she'll think we're having an orgy.

You don't say!

In that case, I'll retreat instantly!

Don't be so dull. They're cool guys,

- they just want a smile. - I don't care about them.

- Where's Till? - He'll come later, with Anita.

She's this dancer who's been his girl for a while.

But... that's...

- that's not possible! - If you don't believe me...

Wait, I've got a photo from the last party.

I'm in it, too.

Don't fret. The boys are just like that.

There. Have a sip.

Yes...

I could really use a little.

Cheers, everyone!

Well, well, our mousie is getting merry after all!

How enchanting!

- May I have the pleasure...? - Why not?

I'm a good dancer, too. Maybe not like Anita, but...

Here, look how well I can do it!

Up yours, if you don't give us any tickets soon.

I've got them right here, you greedy piece of work.

A break, a break, just a little re-filling break.

I'm all out of breath!

- I've got all dizzy! - Here, a little refreshment.

A special cocktail, with coffee.

- What's that? - It's tasty and gets you going again.

- It doesn't make you drunk. - It tastes like... Irish coffee!

- But it sure makes you funnier! - We're sticking to the rougher waters!

Chug-a-lug, otherwise it won't help, mousie!

To a nice evening, friends!

This is a friend who means well.

If you want to know where your girl's at,

she's at Charlie's...

and she's screwing a bunch of old geezers.

- Lotti?! - Yes, that's the one.

I'm serious.

Hello? Hello?

There you are, at last!

Come...

I love you.

Open up! Open up, right now!

Oh, we've got another guest.

Why so rough?

It's Till!

- Where's Lotti? - Who?

- I asked you where Lotti is! - It's not my fault, Hotte has...

How dare you!

How dare you!

WHERE IS LOTTI?!

What did you do to her?!!

LOTTI!

- Lotti! - He's losing it!

Come on, this way.

Hurry, get out of here!

No arguments now!

LOTTI!

Hurry!

No... Lotti...

FATHER!!!

Till?

What are you doing here?

- You know what you've done?! - Let go of me!

- Dammit, are you mad? - That's my girl,

my girl, who I love, who I wanted to keep away from all that!

Be reasonable, I didn't know...

Listen to me!

What happened?

Get a hold of yourself, boy. I didn't have any idea!

I never thought that you...

could be such a sleazy, horny asshole, like those others,

that we were just exploiting, taking money from their pockets!

- What's that? - Yes, us!

"The Pleasure Friends"

We procured young girls...

for these pigs, in return for a lot of money.

We filled them up with LSD, so you could do anything to them!

We! Yes, your son, Mr. Director, has been one of the leaders!

But... he wanted to quit.

Because for the first time in his life, he'd fallen in love with a girl.

And now you've taken that girl from me!

You, my own, honourable father!

You don't know what you're saying!

You don't know what you're saying!

Two died already.

Out of desperation over what'd been done to them, or out of hysteria!

Why did you do this, Till?

You've had everything one could wish for!

Yes! A stinking rich father who paid for everything,

just so that he'd be left alone!

A stepmother that got on his nerves!

A prime upbringing, just so he could step into your shoes!

Girls, friends, travel... we've never wanted for anything.

But by and by it all gets boring, you see? It gets dull.

So you start looking for new gags, adventures, dangers...

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

You looked for a little change yourself and didn't you find it!

My god...

It can't be...

And now?

What's going to happen to Lotti?

I know who got us into this. I know who!

Lotti...

Lotti?

- Lotti? - What is it?

Where is she?

Lotti!

Lotti!

Open up!

OPEN UP!

So the taxi driver who brought you didn't see where you went?

That Charlie will do what I tell him to.

Otherwise, he'll be in it up to his neck.

He'll take the girl away. It's none of our business anymore.

Yeah, of course.

- "It's none of our business." - Get a grip of yourself, Till!

We both did a terrible thing.

- We should stick together. - I can't.

- I cannot! - You will!

This is about you, me, about our reputation!

Our reputation...

how cold you are.

If we lose our nerve now, we're finished.

"Voss Junior in jail for drug dealing and procuring!"

I might as well shoot myself right now.

That might be best for both of us.

I'll see to it that everyone involved keeps his mouth shut.

The next morning,

the corpse of Lotti Norkus was fished from the Elbe.

Doubtless, she had bled to death after her wrists were opened.

However, the question of how the girl ended up in the feeder river...

puzzled the police anew.

The press could no longer be kept from reporting...

even though it was concealed from them that later,

during the autopsy, traces of LSD were found.

- How do you do, Mr. Director? - But what...

But... what are you doing here, Mr...

Mr. Uwe. Still am. I meant to pay you a visit.

You've caught me at a bad time.

- I'm under pressure at the moment. - Me too, Mr. Director, me too.

Could you tell your Yul Brynner...

to step out of our radius for a moment?

You go on ahead, Meyer. I'll just be a minute.

I asked you to leave me alone.

- What "pressure" are you under? - Well, you see...

my ill mother.

Just after she left the hospital - you remember, don't you -

so, she comes home, goes down to the basement...

and breaks both of her legs.

Both of them! Now she's all in plaster, of course.

- So, right back to the hospital and... - How much?

I just knew you were a real friend.

If you could... ten blue ones...

You know, the X-rays, the doctor... and all that plaster to cap it all!

- Officially, this is called "blackmail". - But not among friends, director.

Friends help each other out, don't they?

I'll tell you one thing: leave me alone!

But why, of course!

If mum stays healthy and cooks for us children again...

- Bon appétit then! - Yeah, bon appétit, Mr. Director!

I can't even look! Oh my god!

Uwe started it!

Did he think he could fleece just anyone?

Once you're drunk, there's always trouble, swine!

Think you're a big man 'cause you're running, you girl?

Let him have it, Uwe!

My ivories, my ivories, where are they?

Why is no one calling the police?

- Police! - Police!

If the coppers come, they'll let him have it!

Nothing I can do - with a few bucks in his pockets, he goes mad!

My goodness!

To waste beer for schnapps is a deadly sin!

Jesus!

Don't just look and talk, get him out of this mess!

Hip-hip-hooray, the cops are here!

Silence!

No. No. Really...

I can swear on it!

Uwe never got a dime from me!

Just from Henningsen.

Well, let's hear it from the noble wallet finder himself.

Come in.

Superintendent...

Now let's have it at last.

Where did all that dough come from?

What's up with Henningsen?

No operas, Uwe!

Spit it out. Wanda sang already.

Never mind her, she just talks!

Do you think I always tell the dames the truth?

I just got a little lucky playing poker.

If you don't want any trouble...

over that business yesterday, and for procuring...

- Sing! - Okay, okay...

My girl doesn't walk the streets anymore!

She's a mannequin now, you know?

Come on, Wanda, tell him that... ouch!

That you're a mannequin...

Stop being a dork!

Don't get us any deeper into this calamity!

If Mr. Copper tells the vice squad, they might take away even my booky!

She means her book, superintendent, you know, her license!

Be reasonable, Uwe!

We just want you to confirm what we already know.

If you help us, I might return the favour...

there's no need to rush the charges against you...

Well, Uwe? Are we reasonable?

A little hush-money isn't a capital crime.

But hit and run is!

Well...

If you think so, Mr. Councillor.

Now then...

the man you want is called Hans Henningsen.

Prinzenparkstraße 6.

Shortly after, Hans Henningsen was arrested.

A damaged Mercedes was found hidden in a boathouse.

To date, a well-respected, spotless business man,

he had ruined his life by irresponsibility and lack of restrain.

Superintendent Zinner could thus exclude the possibility...

that Eva Falsacher's death was wilful homicide.

Still remaining were the cases of Schön and Norkus,

as well as the origin of the LSD traces.

I saw you in their car and didn't talk it up...

because I'm after a sensational story!

I'm sympathetic.

- Tomorrow, you could be next. - You said something about a message!

- From Hotte. What about it? - There's none.

I want to know who he is, how you met him, what...

I know many Hottes. Besides that, I know nothing!

Brigitte, those people you're covering for are criminals!

Shall I take you to the morgue?

To show you Pinky? Or Lotti Norkus?

Leave me alone! I wasn't there when it happened!

Is Till Voss involved?

I know nothing! Charlie is my witness.

Charlie? Charlie who?

Ah, Karl Dincke! Doesn't he live in Eppendorf?

Yes... no! I don't know!

I've nothing to say! Bye!

I'm asking for the last time: what did that press-bugger want?

Nothing, I swear!

Just coffee and chatting about the weather, yeah?

If you don't sing right away...

I'll make a pancake out of your face!

Spit it out! What did you whistle about?

- No! - Frank, Volker, take her over there.

Leave me alone!

I didn't do anything to you!

We told you that everyone who grasses will be punished!

Everyone who puts us into danger!

I just told him that I wasn't there!

And that Charlie could confirm it!

So you blew the whistle on Charlie, you sod!

- And tomorrow, it'll be our turn! - No, no, never!

To make sure you won't forget...

a little souvenir...

We'll take her with us and throw her out of the car.

But properly»-

Shall we give her a mirror for Christmas?

Charlie... shit!

I'm just packing!

I... was going on a little journey.

It's getting too hot around here...

Why are you looking like that?

I just told you!

I want to get out of town!

So that they can't interrogate me...

if they find out something!

Too late, Charlie. They already know about you.

They'd get everything out of you.

No! No! You mustn't do this!

Please! I'll give you everything I have!

Please! Please!

As of now, you won't be able to talk to her.

She's far too agitated.

We're working on a case in which she's certainly involved.

You won't get anything out of her.

She's in shock. After such a terrible experience,

she's suffering from a nervous collapse.

- She'll need some time to recover. - And her injuries?

They're not pretty...

- Razor cuts. - They're progressing.

Normally, only professionals punish a whistler like that.

I want to get out of here! Let go of me!

You call that civilisation?

Dogs! Dogs!

- All of them rotten... - That's her.

Miss Trautmann...

Brigitte...

- Do you hear me? - No one...

I see no one... no one!

No one!

I told you...

She first needs to recover from the shock of her abuse.

Down with the emperor!

Long live Soraya!

Did you have to leave the girl in here?

So what? This is luxury, compared to the other rooms.

They've long stopped caring about each other.

Excuse me.

What are you going to do?

Now I'll stab the golden wasps' nest, at any cost.

Voss has influence... he won't appreciate me grabbing his son.

It's for you, Superintendent.

Zinner speaking.

Thanks. I'll be in the office.

There's no need to question Karl Dincke anymore.

He's dead.

They shot him.

What?! This is outrageous!

Suspecting my son in this manner!

He's been in this house on both days, I'll testify to that!

- He's preparing for an exam! - And his current whereabouts?

At the moment, we have an entirely familial,

private disagreement with him.

If he leaves, I don't ask him where he's going, or why.

But I'll still find ways to protect him from such unfounded defamations!

Mr. Voss, this is a very serious matter.

Would you mind if we had a look at your son's room?

Do you have a search warrant?

Not yet. I meant to treat the affair with discretion.

You had better watch your words, Superintendent.

I have no need for your "discretion".

I'll report this to the Minister of the Interior.

I don't think he'll endorse your course of action!

Good day, gentlemen.

Let's go, Paulsen.

Good day.

Hello, darling!

Well, boy, how about it?

Hi lad, how about us two?

Don't you feel like it?

Come on in, we'll show you something nice!

You boar!

We didn't agree on this...

- Didn't you cash in enough? - Go ahead, then!

You won't get this from your square broads.

Sure. That's why he likes us!

- Shoo! - Well, well!

You'll throw in some more for this, won't you?

- Go, go, go! - You like that, huh?

And afterwards, you go on playing the tough guy, huh?

Gee, can't you hurry it up a little?

Go, and shut up!

Oh, man! Another drunkard.

- Who called you? - That's the young Voss!

Till! What do you think you're doing?!

Get out of here immediately!

I knew where I'd find you.

Did they shit in your brain? Get out now!

Why did you do that to Lotti?

Because she had the hots, just like your old man!

Help! They're killing each other!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Let go of me! Let go of me, you...

Stop it! Keep apart!

He's killing him! Help!

Bastard!

Is that why you asked me where Hotte was?!

Swine! Troublemaker! Throw him out!

He's ruining the whole business, can you believe that?

Beating up my customers! I'll show you, asshole!

In our house! Something like this, in our house!

- Give him another kick! - This is a decent brothel, you hear me?

Just wait...

wait!

You'll pay for this!

Get lost, idiot!

Ever seen something like this?

Mumps had called me about the incident at Herbertstraße,

and I passed the news on to Superintendent Zinner.

In the meantime, they had interrogated two more girls,

who were assumed to have kept a lot from the police.

You're covering for them. This can get you put in jail.

I won't shy away from locking you up!

For starters, I'll notify your parents and the school.

- But we told you all we know! - That's a lie!

We know perfectly well with whom your dead friends were in contact!

Till, Hotte, Charlie!

Do you think a murder case is child's play?

That the police will any longer fall for the lies of two brats?

Write an application! We're keeping the girls here to avoid collusion.

No! Please don't tell my parents, that would be awful!

Three corpses and one girl in the madhouse: isn't that awful?

I'll tell everything I know!

Stupid! Don't let them intimidate you!

So I should go to jail and get pushed out of school?!

Keep your bloody mouth shut!

But I've had enough, enough, enough!

Stupid slut!

You...!

Calm down! This isn't a fairground.

Enough, you silly things! They just want to help you!

Superintendent...

I'll tell everything.

Everything!

It smells.

He's capable of anything. All hell will break loose!

- He doesn't care about anything! - Clear the plates, then!

If he disappears, we can put the blame on him, if they're pressuring us.

Call the others.

- Tell them to wait at the train hall. - And Till?

He'll be there.

I'll see to that.

"Come to the hall right away. We need to talk everything over."

"If you frame us, the police will hear everything about your father."

I've been looking for you everywhere!

You promised to furnish the kitchen of my dollhouse!

Please come!

I can't now, I need to go.

You always have to go. Don't you love me anymore?

I do. I love you very much!

I'll be back soon.

What are you doing with the shooting gun?

Oh that... I'm taking it to the repair shop, you know?

But... tonight, we'll play with the dollhouse kitchen, okay?

Super! You promise?

I promise, treasure.

- Come, I'll walk you to the door. - Great. Let's go!

Go! Follow him!

Darn! So, we got the car-

- but where's the driver? - That's 8.50, mate.

Right. I could've gone to Honolulu for that.

Do it next time.

So...

Is there a phone around here?

I saw a bar on the corner over there.

Thank you.

Hello?

Where are you?

- Hello? - Hey, Till!

It's not me you want to kill, is it?

We're all here. We need to sort out some stuff.

- Be reasonable. - What about Hotte?

Here I am!

Welcome, my friend!

Where?

Yes, I know the area.

You didn't see anyone else? Well, we can still call Zinner.

Alright. Wait for me, I'm coming!

My, my, who is this my plushy eyes are seeing?

So, how's our reporter doing?

Everything went alright?

Yeah, thanks to your connections to the copper chief!

...We-" see", he said.

- Say, anything I can do for you? - Yes, can you spare some time?

I need to go into a mean area.

- Any chance of a brawl? - I don't know yet.

I'm a grateful individual.

And by chance, I've got my wedding ring with me.

It's unbelievable.

A search of my house?

We're just doing our duty, Director General.

Found something?

Our specialists are having a closer look at the little laboratory.

But this... was on the table.

What is it that the police could hear about you?

I don't understand any of this.

It wouldn't be related to the suicide of Lotti Norkus?

Yes or no?

I'm very upset, Wilhelm. What's all this about?

What's being kept from me? They said it was just a formality, and then...

they turn our entire house upside down!

I don't know myself. Put the child to bed, will you?

No! Till said he'd play with me...

when he comes back! He was just taking his shooting gun!

But what are you saying? He doesn't even have a gun.

He does! I saw him pocketing it.

One like this?

Yes, a shooting gun like this one!

How much longer do you want to keep silent?

Your son is in mortal danger.

He wouldn't have taken the gun otherwise.

Till is in danger? Oh my god.

Sibylle,

would you please take Erika to her room and leave us alone?

I need to talk to the Superintendent.

- Wilhelm... - Please.

You're right.

It's just about my son now.

I had the wrong ideas.

Superintendent, I... I knew Miss Norkus.

I'd just love to tear your kisser apart,

but you have to be undamaged when they fish you from the creek!

Suicide out of desperation!

So you're not dying with me... but that's it.

I'd have topped myself anyway.

See? We're just giving you a hand.

Enough. We mustn't waste time.

We have to wait until dark.

Put him into the sack. We can't put him on a litter.

Okay. He won't have another date.

He will! With us!

Your slobbering can be heard even in Cuxhaven!

Leave that gun!

You won't be responsible for any more corpses, rat!

Today, we're prepared like Django!

We just taught Rumpelstiltskin a little lesson.

Let him down.

Come here, you baby gangsters!

Mumps! Call Zinner!

He'll be at Voss's.

Yeah, but leave one for me! Today is my lucky day!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Kill them!

What are you waiting for?

The police know who you are! Give up!

You've got enough on your conscience, Hotte!

Up yours!

Better catch the posh Voss boy; he delivered the tickets!

His old man laid the brat,

- that's why she killed herself! - Stop talking!

You can't get out!

Don't be fools, don't make it any worse!

They'll nail Hotte for murder.

You might get away with less!

Me? For murder?

You'll have to stick with him!

Shut up!!!

Him! It was him!

He killed Pinky 'cause he could never have her, for Till's sake!

He's the one they should've watched!

Bastard!!!

You damned bastard!

Volker killed Charlie, too.

He just wanted to kill him, to kill him, that brute!

Swine!

Over here, folks! Here they are!

There they are!

There! That's the killer!

Stop! Freeze!

Stop!

Stop!

- Dammit, are you mad? - Stop, you idiot!

Superintendent! Quickly! One's at the chimney!

Voss!

Come down immediately! Don't be a fool!

He'll jump if we send someone up.

I know it. There's nothing we can do.

And then, the Superintendent had an idea.

He had the area sealed off from bystanders.

He sent away the patrol car.

Minutes passed that seemed like hours.

And then...

then they finally arrived.

Till! You said you wanted to play with me!

Till!

Help me! Please!

Hold on! We'll reach you with the ladder!

- Well, till next time, then. - Who knows?

- Shall I give you a lift? - No, thanks.

I need some fresh air. And my girl. Almost forgot what she looks like.

Have you gone mad? What manners!

I just fancied some candy.

Go home then, and look up your sweetie!

- Bye. - Bye.

I guess we all thought the same.

What's causing young people so very often,

with just a few years on their backs, to step out of society's order,

which isn't all that bad, after all?

I was done with the case.

The papers didn't print my story.

Just tiny notes with nondescript initials...

of some names were published.

Nothing helps like high society connections!

Superintendent Zinner passed the files on to the prosecution.

It remains to be seen how discretely the trial will be handled.

In the meantime, the policemen are already busy with fresh problems.

We can get to know the world as well as we like...

But it'll always have both a day...

and a night side.

THE END