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THE UNDERTAKER

OPEN WOUNDS

He's coming.

Does he already know?

Not from me. It's up to the public\Nprosecutor to tell him.

Mr. Semmelweis, we're glad you're back.

-Thank you very much, Professor.\N-Go ahead.

It's really about time. We missed you.

And your humor, too.

I'm missing that myself. Thanks.

Well, we chipped in\Nfor a substantial buffet,

and our generous employer\Npaid for the next 15 minutes.

Spanish pie with stuffing.\NBloody good! Even after breakfast.

The guys from Zurich\Nused to walk to Baden for this stuff.

-I'm from Vienna. Remember?\N-Yes.

Giovanoli.

Alright, we're coming.\NDead woman at Lake Hallwil.

I'll get my stuff.

Thank you.

He hasn't changed a bit, right?

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Didn't he notice that his golf bag floats?

I would have thrown in some stones anyway.

What a bloody novice. Or damn stupid.

What do you think?

Mr. Semmelweis?

Yes...

Several bruises in the face,

on the upper arms,\Nthe back and the legs.

Probably from a fight.

Distinct strangulation marks on the neck,\Nwith dermathorragia.

Here, fingers were pressed in.

-How long do fingerprints keep?\N-Pardon?

Fingerprints, on the skin.

Unfortunately, I must disappoint you.\NFingerprints keep for two hours max.

And this lady here has been dead\Nfor at least 12 hours.

Undertaker, go ahead...

Absolute bloody novice.

Marisa Müller-Loreda.

Nice name.

Hello.\NCould you check on Marisa Müller-Loreda.

Chief inspector?

I heard that Mr. Lauener...

Didn't the public prosecutor tell...

He'll be released tomorrow.\NI don't understand it either.

Well, there's nothing like a good lawyer.

Didn't Holliger tell him?

Have you ever seen\Na public prosecutor with a backbone?

See you tonight, right? Don't forget.

-He should've stayed at home for longer.\N-I wouldn't have come back. Never.

And what would you have done?\NCount tomatoes in the garden?

I haven't got tomatoes anymore.\NAnd no garden either.

Don't you want it?

I guess a coma like that is pretty\Nrelaxing, almost like sleeping.

More like being dead.

Don't play up!

Will the towing service take us\Nwith a corpse?

Any other questions?

But if you, as the undertaker,\Ndrove theirs,

it wouldn't make a difference, right?

But I don't want to drive it now.\NGot that?

Should you buy a new one,\NI'll take the old one. For my band.

We're looking for a drummer, by the way.

-What's the band called?\N-The Morbid Roses.

So you've still got a garden.

But she identified Lauener.

I mean, this stinks to heaven.\NYou have to admit that!

Hello?

He just hung up. What a coward!

From nine in the morning until six he...

Honestly, we chase these bastards\Nand the bigwigs release them after a year.

You know what? I love the chasing.

Let the bigwigs up there\Ndo what they want.

I'm not doing it for them,\Nbut for the ones in here.

One year for that Lauener swine.

Whereas I had to spend\Na month in hospital.

The police turned every bloody stone\Nin that damned tunnel for a year.

Only for some lawyers to put on their act.

I'd fully understand you\Nif you were really furious.

You'd have at least twice as many reasons\Nas I do.

Sometimes such holy fury\Nis the only right thing.

When mental traumatization results in\Nanxiety disorder with neurotic background,

if untreated, as in my case,\Nthis typically leads,

to increasingly aggressive behavior.

But I'm not typical.

What's it like in a coma?

Just try it.

Mr. Gusti Müller?\NGiovanoli, cantonal police.

Is Marisa Loreda your wife?

Unfortunately I must inform you\Nthat she's dead. I'm very sorry.

Mr. Müller?

When was the last time\Nyou saw your wife?

Your wife was killed. We need your help.

Yesterday morning at quarter to eight.

-Where did she go?\N-Cleaning.

Klein, Zobel, Murphy, Konzett?

Do you know these names?

Klein and Zobel are members here.\NThey're on the list.

Okay.\NBut you don't know Murphy and Konzett?

Does this ring any bells?

That's a common model.

Do you know anyone\Nwith one of these?

Alright, take it easy.

-Please, get some water.\N-Right away.

It's alright.

Lauener will be released? When?

Tomorrow.

-I hope you'll get police protection.\N-Sure, with air surveillance.

It's not funny.\NThe monster almost shot you.

For one, it was only a shot\Nin the shoulder. Absolutely harmless.

You were lucky.

Second, Lauener didn't shoot, Safin did.\NAnd he's dead.

They're all in cahoots with each other.

Sure, but Lauener could have had me killed\Nwhile he was in prison, had he wanted to.

You're scaring me.

You better get your gun then.

You're not taking me seriously.

Lauener must be scared of me,\Nnot the other way round.

What do you mean?

Exactly what I said.

Is that him already?

Only 900 francs.

And only 290,000 kilometers.

Listen. Where do you actually rehearse?

Excuse me.

Sorry, I rang the bell.

Doerig, Cantonal police Aargau.

I'm here because of Marisa Müller.\NWhen did you last see her?

-Has something happened?\N-Answer my question, please.

Yesterday morning.

When exactly? And where?

Here, of course. She was here,\Nfrom ten till half past eleven.

-What happened?\N-She's dead. We're investigating a murder.

Did Mrs. Müller clean your house?

Mrs. Klein?\NDoerig, Cantonal police Aargau.

Did you also see\NMrs. Marisa Müller yesterday?

You didn't know\Nthat she cleaned here yesterday?

No, she hasn't cleaned for us\Nfor the last five months.

-So what was she doing here?\N-Ask my husband.

-I gave her extra lessons.\N-In what?

My husband's a math teacher.

Mr. Klein, did you have an affair\Nwith Marisa Müller?

-No, I didn't!\N-Admit it at least.

Marisa's dead. Are you satisfied now?

-What happened?\N-We assume she was murdered.

Where were you yesterday\Nbetween 11:30 a.m. and 3:00 p.m.?

In the office. I work for\Nthe tax administration in Aarau.

Brave of you to come to me all alone.\NWith my criminal record!

You mean the slap in the face\Nat traffic control?

I just don't like it\Nwhen people take my blood.

It was worth it.\NWe found three different substances.

Is that the reason why you have\Na second flat in Zurich now?

Without a license,\NDürrenäsch is too far away.

-Take a seat.\N-But you've got it back now.

And I’d like to keep it. So?

Did Marisa Müller clean here yesterday?

She was due to, but didn't come.\NI don't know why.

She was found dead this morning,\Nin Lake Hallwil.

-How did you meet her?\N-A colleague recommended her.

-A golf colleague?\N-Yes.

Does the name Murphy ring a bell?

No.

-And this?\N-Yes, I've got one like that.

-Can I see it?\N-Sure. It's in the golf clubhouse.

Am I disturbing you?

My dear Undertaker, when you\Nstop disturbing anyone, it'll all be over.

You've gone right back to business?

Yes.

Force of habit.

I actually came here because of a recipe.

You told me once about that special\Nham pancake with vanilla sauce.

Is your phone broken?

No, I just was in the area anyway.

The secret lies in the sauce.

Don't ever use just egg yolk,\Nmake sure you add potato starch.

And don't forget saffron.

Merci.

Math lessons? Marisa? Nonsense.

-Where were you yesterday?\N-Mr. Klein, did he...

-Where were you yesterday?\N-I was working here.

-At lunchtime, too?\N-As always.

-Klein's a math teacher, right?\N-Leave the investigations to us.

Fore!

Thank God.

-I'm terribly sorry.\N-Damn.

-It doesn't look good.\N-Was that you?

I'm sorry, but when someone shouts "Fore!"\Non a golf course,

you have to take cover.

-Come on, we better check...\N-No, I'm fine.

This one's not here.

Who does it belong to? Klein!

Has the bleeding stopped?

Mr. Müller said, yesterday\Nhe worked all day here. Is that true?

I'd like to talk to Mrs. Sophia Loreda.

Mrs. Loreda's not here.

Where is she?

I haven't seen her today.

And you, Mr. Müller?

Mr. Müller!

I find it distasteful to go shopping\Nin a hearse.

We've always done this.

That doesn't make it any better.\NAnd I also always told your father!

I don't know what your problem is.

Though it's food,\Nmost of it is quite dead.

Sophia Loreda.\NI'd like to see my sister Marisa.

-Erika Bürgisser. Your sister is still...\N-She'll won't be here until tomorrow.

But I can take you there.\NIf you don't mind the car.

Is this for your sister?

Then you could just leave it here.

Where shall I drop you off?

Train station.

I have to go to Aarau.\NI could take you there.

Loreda... That's Spanish, right?

Some years ago, I went to Andalusia.

Incredibly beautiful.

Have you been here for long?

-Please, stop.\N-Already?

Hyoid and larynx of the\Nvictim are torn.

She was strangled with bare hands.

As assumed,\Nfingerprints were no longer detectable.

The victim defended herself,\Nobviously unsuccessfully.

There are also no traces of the killer\Non her hands,

she had been wearing rubber gloves.

-She was cleaning.\N-Exempli Gratia.

-Pardon?\N-"For example".

-And the time of death?\N-Between 1:00 p.m. and 3:00 p.m.

The lady had sexual intercourse\Nshortly before her death.

Probably against her will. Injuries\Nin her vaginal area indicate that.

Chief Inspector?

That wasn't my intention.

Maria?

I had a bad sandwich.

-At least take a chewing gum.\N-Thanks.

And I thought\NI accidentally caused that.

Right.

Time of death was between 1:00 p.m. and\N3:00 p.m., incriminating Murphy...

And Zobel! Because it's his golf bag.

I just saw him.\NAnd Klein's acting weirdly too.

He claims that he gave Marisa\Nextra math lessons.

That fits a rape perfectly.

Open the door!

-I know you're there.\N-I'll call him.

-Doerig.\N-Hello, Klein speaking!

Please, come quickly!

Gusti Müller's here. And he's going nuts.

-Is he armed?\N-I don't know.

-I'll be there in a minute.\N-Yes, right away!

Gusti Müller's causing trouble.

Hello, my snail.

They belong into a pan.

What do you mean?

I have to do a nightshift.\NUnfortunately not with you.

We're in trouble.\NWe'll have to postpone it.

Rejected. I'm cooking already.

I'm sure Erika would be happy\Nto be invited. Or Fabio,

One is shooting,\Nthe other one's composing.

You've no choice. Maybe I can help you.

I'll try on my own first.\NOtherwise I'll never learn.

Is it about Lauener\Nor that golf bag amateur?

Bye, Luc.

Snail, wait! Hello?

Marisa did this math exercise yesterday.\NWithout a single mistake.

Powers, cubes, squares?\NYou must be joking?!

It's needed for her professional diploma\Non health and social competence.

My wife, a diploma? That's bullshit.\NI took care of her, damn it.

Really?\NSo why did she do all this secretly?

Why did you do all this secretly?

You swine! Extra lessons?\NYou screwed her.

That's enough. Calm down or I'll have\Nto take you to the police station.

I don't care. You should take him.\NHe killed her!

Come along now!

-Do you want to press charges against him?\N-No.

Have a nice evening.

Hey! Wait!

You won't do that again, got that?

You're damn lucky\NMr. Klein is not going to sue you.

He screwed my wife.\NAnd now he's got a bad conscience.

Someone wants to ruin me.

-Who?\N-The question is, who doesn't?

Banker is synonymous for asshole,\Nthese days, right?

Were you at the golf club recently?

I haven't been for ages.\NAll I do is sit in my office.

-Do you know Michael Klein?\N-Sure, he's a golf colleague.

I recommended Marisa\Nas a cleaning lady to him.

No, but that's impossible.\NOr do you think...

No way! Or have you got a lead?

-Have you got one?\N-What?

You said you were home yesterday.\NAny witnesses?

Yes, I had a visitor yesterday.

Damn it. Some girl, okay?

A prostitute.

But Mrs. Müller\Nwas supposed to clean yesterday.

Yes, we would have avoided\Neach other somehow.

Did you have an affair\Nwith Marisa Müller?

No.

That's exactly what prostitutes are for.

There you go. That's her phone number.

You can call her.

Can I...

-Can I go to the toilet?\N-In the hallway.

Thanks.

Hey, is there reason to celebrate?

-Rather a nightshift.\N-Just like with me.

We're done for the moment. Thanks.

It was a pleasure.

He snorted cocaine on the police toilet!\NThat's brave.

He hasn't got a motive,\Nbut probably an alibi.

But this motive's obvious.

-A roast with crispy onions.\N-You can't bribe me.

And some fried potatoes\Nwith pickled cucumbers...

-Hello.\N-Hi.

And for dessert, Semmelweis' recipe...\NHam pancake with vanilla sauce.

What? Ham with vanilla sauce?

Austrians are really weird.

-It's like a sweet omelet, you idiot.\N-Why didn't you say so?

I still prefer the roast.

Marisa Müller really wanted\Nto get her diploma.

But she never showed up\Nto school yesterday.

-Her husband says that Klein killed her.\N-And you?

His wife has a better motive, jealousy!\NBut she's got a good alibi.

Gusti Müller might be trying\Nto distract you from himself.

The fact is that we're still missing\Na main suspect.

There are three Murphys nearby.\NTwo had alibis.

-I can't get hold of the third one.\N-Don't be so stingy.

How's your stomach?

She puked on the floor\Nat forensics today.

-What about the sister...\N-Sophia Loreda?

She was at my place today.

She wanted to visit her sister Marisa.\NI can give you all the info tomorrow.

But only if you try now.

Sure, you'll never shut up otherwise.

Not so much!

Good evening, Mr. Müller.

-I want to see my wife.\N-Unfortunately that's impossible now.

-Where's Marisa?\N-Take it easy!

Calm down!

Come with me.\NMy name's Conrad. I'm the Undertaker.

And what does a caddy master do?

Are you the boss of those\Nwho carry the other people's clubs?

We've got carts for that.

So you're the fleet manager.

I'm the janitor. I repair the carts.

My father was right.

"Gusti, don't load too much sand\Nonto your truck", he used to say.

Of course I didn't listen to him.

At some point the axis broke.

But that can be fixed.

I always only wanted the best for her.

But it wasn't enough.

"Gusti, don't put too much sand\Nonto your truck!"

I don't want to go home.\NI want to go to Marisa.

She's not ready yet.\NAnd neither are you, Mr. Müller.

Come to my funeral home tomorrow.

-Sounds sophisticated.\N-The song's still crap.

-What's it called?\N-"Coma".

You'll have to dedicate it to Semmelweis.

Semmelweis... Great idea!\NThe song's called "Semmelweis".

How about a roast with crispy onions\Nand a ham pancake

with vanilla sauce for dessert?

-Guys?\N-Great.

I'm the coroner at forensics.\NI hear some noise.

I go out to the floor and pull the cord.

The doors open and in front of me\Nare two men in black suits.

Men in black suits.\NOne of them has a gun.

He aims at me and shoots.

How do you become an assistant gangster?

Just like you become\Nan assistant undertaker.

You have to look respectable.

The rest is learning by doing.

You have to try it.\NThe roast is even better the next day.

He can see us.\NThis isn't even a proper observation.

You're right.

This isn't an observation,\Nit's an irritation.

Now you've got one more new song:\N"Irritation".

I creak too.

That's not normal at your age.

-There's something wrong with this arm.\N-I'm sure it says in the autopsy report.

SOPHIA LOREDA IS HERE...

Hello, Mr. Lauener. I'm glad you're back.

Hello, Miss Duchamp.\NYou can give this to me.

Home sweet home!

They tried really hard.

All the rooms have been monitored.\NEven the toilet.

Sure...\NAnd everything paid with our tax money.

But maybe our diligent investigators\Nwill buy their stuff back.

We can use it differently.

Minimal music, eh?

Where's the necklace?

A necklace with a pendant.\NShe used to wear it at all times.

Maybe it's still with forensics.

Miss Loreda, Marisa needs your help.\NThe dead have rights too.

But we don't. We only have fear!

Miss Loreda?\NGiovanoli, Cantonal police.

I've got a few questions.

Her sister brought this. For the voyage.

A professional diploma.\NI had been thinking about it once myself.

Do you know what happened\Nto your sister?

She was strangled.

With bare hands.

Before that...

She was raped.

Was your brother-in-law\Nviolent towards Marisa?

He locked her in.\NHe's narrow in his head.

And in his heart.\NFear makes you narrow.

Fear?

He wanted to control Marisa.\NShe was too strong.

Do you know anyone called Murphy?

-Maybe someone for whom she cleaned.\N-No.

Did she have an affair\Nwith Michael Klein?

He helped her with math.

Marisa wasn't at school on Tuesday.\NDo you know why?

Marisa always went to school.\NShe loved school.

She wanted to go to university.

You knew it.\NThat's why she was always with you, right?

You helped her. Behind my back!

Murderer!

The banker killed her.\NHe was with her last.

Some Murphy doesn't exist.\NIt's a damned school book.

It's right over there.

They've taken the piss out of me.\NNow arrest the swine!

One step at a time.

From 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.,\Nshe learned English, that's Murphy.

And from 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. German,\Nthat's Konzett.

Code names, like in a spy thriller.

No wonder I couldn't find them.

-So it was the cocaine guy.\N-No, he's got an alibi.

I talked to the prostitute\Nwho was with him.

Great alibi.

At least he's got one.\NAs opposed to the math teacher.

But he's got a motive.

He was in love with Marisa,\Nbut she didn't want him.

And so, after the extra lessons in math,\Nhe raped and strangled her?

-Please leave the investigation to me.\N-To whom else?

Does our chief inspector happen to know\Nwhether this here...

...was mentioned in the autopsy report?

What've you done with the pretty corpse,\NUndertaker?

Please, add it to the report accordingly.

It's a pleasure, Professor.

-Did you have to call the professor?\N-Do you think I'm enjoying it?

He knows he's made a mistake,\Nthat would've been enough.

And if it happens again,\Nis that still enough?

Nitpicker!

You found out about the arm, not me.\NYou're more of a nitpicker!

Is that your way of thanking me?\NI remember why I quit the police now.

You needn't care if we'll lose the case\Njust because we covered for Semmelweis.

For me it's about people,\Nnot about cases.

I'm sure it's a case.

Giovanoli.

The banker swine did it. I've got proof.\NI found Marisa's necklace.

-Where?\N-In Zobel's apartment.

-How did you get in there?\N-A janitor can get anywhere.

-And where are you now?\N-Who gives a shit?

Arrest the swine!

With evidence that you secured\Nduring a break in?

Break in? My wife was killed!

Maybe she lost the necklace\Nwhile cleaning, Mr. Müller.

Please, come to the police office.

He's shooting himself in the foot.

Amateurish like at the brook.

Even that thing with the golf bag\Nwould suit him.

Müller didn't do it. He just got nervous\Nwhen Sophia Loreda incriminated him.

You still think it was the mathematician?\NI think you're miscalculating.

You know what?

You'll take care of your people,\Nand I'll take care of my case.

Are you busy?

Are you busy? Nice!

-It's not easy with stainless steel.\N-But you're doing a good job.

You normally want something from me\Nwhen you're this friendly.

-Your car.\N-My car, for what?

For a trip.

A trip. Where?

To Zurich. I'll be careful.

I think that's part of it\Nwhen you've been together for so long.

What?

That you say goodbye sometimes.

One goes somewhere\Nwhere the other doesn't.

From Yoga, and crackerbarrel,\Nand playing chess...

To a lover?

Yes, he loved her.

But I think that was only him.

It rarely works for both really.

My husband's innocent.

I was wrong.

I just hope he isn't gone now forever.

Anna-Maria Giovanoli,\Nmessages after the beep.

Sorry, for you it's about people\Njust as it is for me about cases.

I'm sitting in front of Zobel's house.

I had forgotten how terribly\Nboring such an observation is.

A laying out is a real thriller\Nin comparison.

A laying out is a real thriller\Nin comparison.

Yes?

Don't mess up, Luc. Drive home.

Would you like a slice of Pizza?\NCapricciosa...

No, I'm not hungry.

I'm sorry about earlier on.

You were right.

That doesn't make it any better.

-Drive home.\N-Are you coming too?

Not today. Sleep well.

You too.

How did you get in here?

No. Not really.

Bloody thing.

Don't play up.

Gusti's driving away with an Audi Q5.\NZobel’s probably with him.

Driving where?

No idea.\NI'm not really mobile at the moment.

-You're not driving your hearse?\N-I wish I was.

And Zobel?

He's either in his flat\Nor in the boot of his car.

But I have to take care\Nof this old Japanese first.

Come on, darling. Come on.

Excuse me, can I pay?

Shit.

Where's my wife?

-At forensics.\N-Let's go then.

We'll take the hearse.

Come on!

Show me what you did to her!

-Pull your pants down. You swine!\N-I didn't do it!

Are you sure you're right, Mr. Müller?

I didn't do it!

I was totally drunk.\NI couldn't feel myself.

She was cleaning the kitchen\Nand I was doing cocaine.

I really didn't want to hurt her.

Do you need some help?

Cocaine, alcohol... I didn't feel a thing.

Can you feel this now?

Please! I didn't want that.

So why did you do it?

I wanted to pay her,\Nbut she didn't want that.

She was screaming.\NShe said she'd sue me.

She could've had anything.

I would've given her a thousand\Nor ten thousand or a million.

She could have had a million.

I can buy you. I can buy anything.\NHow much do you want?

Tell me, how much! 100? Maybe 100?

Do you want 200,000?\NOr 300,000? What do you want?

Tell me! 400,000?

500,000? 600, 700, 800?\NDo you want a million?

She didn't want the money.

Suddenly she was all quiet.

All quiet.

Then I saw my fingerprints on her neck.

It was only then I realized\Nwhat had happened.

I'd do anything to turn back the time.

-And I will do take everything from you.\N-Gusti, don't!

Shoot! But in the head, please.

Go away!

Last time, they shot me in my chest.

A professional!\NBut he still missed my heart.

So please, do it properly!

-Hello.\N-Hello.

The case has been solved. Merci.

Now you'll have to take care\Nof a person.

How often do I have to say\Nthat I'm sorry?

For what? You were right.

Mr. Semmelweis!

Wait!

-Did you like my performance?\N-I did, very authentic.

You knew that the gun\Nwas real and loaded?

That was my confrontation therapy.

I could even smell the sweat\Nof the guy who shot me.

Just imagine, it would have been\Nthe last thing that I could smell.

Sweet dreams, Undertaker.

Conrad, Undertaker Conrad.

Come on in.

Ah, Mr. Conrad.

What an unexpected pleasure.

I'm here because of your brother Max\Nand your niece Leonie.

It's been a year since their death.

We'd like to give a few flowers.

That's kind.\NDo all your customers get that?

Only chosen ones.

I see, customer loyalty.

But you won't get much from me,\NI'm the last one.

One can also commission\None's own funeral.

More and more people do that nowadays.

-There you go. You can choose one.\N-Yes, I will.

-And, how are you?\N-Thanks, great.

And you? Are you enjoying freedom?

And how!

Thank God I'm not resentful.

But I am.

That's unhealthy.

Especially for the others.

Goodbye, Mr. Lauener.\NI'll find my way out.

Former cop. Very unpleasant.

Keep an eye on him.

Subtitle translation by\NBernadette Werrelmann