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No one steals a body\Nfor an artificial hip joint.

-But hip joints are numbered.\N-The man is suicidal.

-I didn't take it serious enough.\N-This number, he knows too much.

-Is she with you?\N-Yes. A traitor is with you.

I need to offer my sympathies,\Nit was your co-worker.

Ours?

You're the hook. The carp has bitten.

-And who is the worm?\N-Your number.

My mother was raped.

I'm the outcome.

You can't have a proper relationship\Nwith a wreck like that.

Don't let me down!

We need to know the meaning of the number.

And then there is Lauener.\NI had a number: 735,812

-Fortunately I don't bear grudges.\N-I do.

But that's unhealthy.

FUNERAL HOME CONRAD\NBurials

Shit!

THE UNDERTAKER

STRANGER IN THE COFFIN

This is Karl Schwarz.\NHe died five days ago of a heart failure.

Probably during Après-Ski.

We meet our clients' wishes.

Did your client wish for a buddy\Nin a coffin?

I have never seen this man before.

When did you deliver Mr. Schwarz?

-Yesterday afternoon.\N-Yes, around 4:15 p.m.

So this body got into my coffin

between 4.15 p.m. yesterday\Nand this morning.

Or it was delivered together\Nwith Mr. Schwarz.

What are you saying?

That we can't ignore anything,\Njust like in every procedure.

So, severe skull fracture,\Nno older than 24 hours.

Traces of dirt on the head,\Nnothing else.

So his clothes were probably taken off\Nafter the crime.

But why did the suspect not dispose\Nof everything with the body?

-Clothes and ID?\N-To assume his identity?

And why did he put the cell phone\Nin the coffin?

Is that Mr. Schwarz's cellphone?

It's a Swiss number.

The body can be taken to forensics.

Mr. Conrad cannot do the transfer

considering the incriminating\Nevidence.

Well... We didn't know that this coffin\Noriginated from Conrad funeral home.

Until the facts are cleared up\Nit's probably better, if another...

You can come with me, if you think\NI'll do something to the body.

I expected more understanding

from a detective chief superintendent.

This would have been the perfect crime\Nby a hair.

Yes, but I had nothing to do with it,\NMrs. Professor.

This is mere formality and you know that.

So then we don't have to do it.

The nit-picker is about to come,\Nbut I don't care.

All I needed was him.

Plattner delighted me already\Nin the convent.

Hello, Mr. Conrad.\NI thought you were on vacation.

Hello, Mr. Merlinger.\NWhat makes you think that?

How does a foot soldier like me\Nget an unnatural death otherwise?

Thought you had the subscription.

Sorry to disappoint. I wait until\Nthe phone rings just like you.

You have a phone, don't you?

Did I understand this correctly?\NThere is a body in the crematorium?

Yes, down the hallway.

Did it have to be him of all people?

Yep. What's going on with Mr. Merlinger?

Ask him. He always used to pick\Nan argument with my dad.

Bingo! Roman Hunziker,\Ncantonal archeologist.

He looked more alive in there.\NNevertheless, l don't know him.

I didn't strike him dead. Really!

I will take a closer look\Nat the cantonal archeology.

Are you going to put handcuffs on me now?

You'd like that, right?

Karl Schwarz's people wanted it this way.

I hope they pick it up soon.

So the coffin stood here until 4 p.m.\Nyesterday.

-For how long?\N-Since noon, two days ago.

No, three days ago.

-The SAC.\N-Oh yeah, right.

The Aarau department of the Swiss Alp Club\Npaid their respects.

Karl Schwarz used to be the president.

So the coffin has been here since Tuesday.

And who had access to it?

Relatives and friends.

So the SAC as well? Day and night.

Basically everybody 24/7.

Theoretically yes, but dead people don't\Nusually attract too many tourists.

-How many were there approximately?\N-A dozen.

48.

The evening was touching.

So 48 or a dozen?

You're killing me!

Did these SAC people put a slain\Narcheologist into Mr. Schwarz's coffin?

Not, that I know of.

No way! The coffin was open\Nin the morning. I closed it myself.

And nobody could have opened it again?

So, what?

We would have noticed had there been\Nanother 180 lbs in it.

Not necessarily, he was already\Non the roll rack the night before.

So the 180 lbs wouldn't necessarily\Nhave been apparent?

And then in the crematorium, same thing.

You don't really think\Nwe had something to do with it, do you?

Do I have a choice, the way you act?

Well, it could be, that somebody wants to\Npalm that second body off on you.

Go line the coffins now!

Why are you staring?

Haven't you ever seen a prime suspect\Nin a murder case?

She's just doing her job.

Damn it, I'm not the only undertaker\Nin the canton.

Why don't you ask Mr. Merlinger?

And a suspect always\Nneeds to have a motive.

Thanks for telling me.

She's just doing her job.\NYou do yours please.

It's no surprise that women run from you.

I knew it,

when he didn't come back\Nto the office last night.

No phone call, nothing.

He never did this.\NHe always got in touch with me.

Always.

His phone was off, too.\NI dropped by Gänsacker in the evening.

Gänsacker?

An excavation in Frick.

A Roman settlement.

Nothing.

When his car was still not here\Nthis morning, I knew...

He was a wonderful boss.

A wonderful person.

Even if everyone was always bashing him.

-Hey, Morin.\N-Dörig, cantonal police.

I'm the deputy superintendent.

Oh, so you are Hunziker's successor now?

Ad interim. The order of succession\Nis a political decree.

Don't pretend to be so modest!

Steffi was very attached to our boss.

Hm.

When did you last see Mr. Hunziker?

Yesterday afternoon, briefly.

-Then he went to Gänsacker.\N-And you?

Where did you go, when Mr. Hunziker\Ndrove to the excavation site?

I had a meeting here. Then I went home.

Did you get o with your boss?

Very well.

Why? What did Steffi tell you?

I hear, some people were quite\Ncritical of him.

Steffi likes to dramatize. Being the\Ncantonal archeologist is a political job.

Not everybody is your friend. You have to\Nfind a way with the building owners.

-You can't please everybody.\N-Is there currently a conflict?

-We debate at the Gänsacker.\N-Can I come see the Gänsacker?

Sure, but preferably in the afternoon.\NI need to inform our people now first.

Ok.

273,581.

Mr. Semmelweis, I need your advice.

I'm desperate. It's about Mrs. Professor.

Please make it short!

How can you stand Rutschi?\NShe is like a plague.

Just don't become infected!

Can you not simply come back?

-What are you doing?\N-I am re-fragmenting.

-What?\N-My memory. What else?

We talked about the number thing before.

The retired mailman from Bremgarten.\NDo you remember?

Yes, of course. I'm not an idiot.

Apparently we have verified\Nthe wrong option.

But fortunately there are 720.

-720 what?\N-720 permutations.

In other words, different sequences\Nto position these six numbers.

This is called factorial. Mathematics!

Basic knowledge. At least in Austria.

Are you seriously going to verify\N720 hip joints?

No, I will confront my memory\Nwith 720 number combinations.

-Sorry, can't help you.\N-Did you know the dead guy?

-How is your hand?\N-So he did.

Listen, Pedro!

Anna-Maria, are you finally\Ninvestigating Luc?

It's all over town.

You mean over the canton.\NIt's just a formality.

Two bodies in a coffin? A formality?

He could not have been snuck in.

Ok, I understand.\NYou want to protect Luc. That's nice.

But he is a suspect. Formal or informal.

Yeah, yeah. And the devil is a squirrel.

-What does that mean?\N-How do you say squirrel in French?

Sorry, window seat. I got to go.

A rodent with a long tail.

A mouse? A hamster? A kangaroo?

A rodent with a bushy tail. It eats nuts.

-A squirrel?\N-Exactly.

The devil is a squirrel?\NWhat is that supposed to mean?

Luc a murderer? That's just as crazy.

I'll prove it to you now.

-Hey.\N-I wouldn't go in here.

-Why?\N-Just trust me!

-Are you bored?\N-In the contrary.

Proving my innocence is a full time job.

You've always been interested\Nin ancient Roman settlements, right?

-Yes, yes.\N-So get in.

CARPENTRY

Hello, Mrs. Giovanoli. I didn't hear you.

Hello.

Ah.

Pedro Lambert.

You build coffins and you bury people.

-As it used to be, one-stop shopping.\N-Yes.

My great grandfather already did that.

Sorry, but why does someone from Wels\Nwork for the Aargau cantonal police?

I'm from the National Investigation\NDepartment.

Oh! How can I help you?

Just routine.

-Where were you last night?\N-At home. Like most nights.

The TV is my witness.\NMy neighbors keep an eye on me.

-Do you know Roman Hunziker?\N-Uh, no. Doesn't ring a bell.

Is it because of the second body\Nin the Conrad coffin?

How do you know about it?

It's all over town.

No, really, Luc wouldn't do that.

Oh, I just remembered. I drove a client\Nto the crematorium this morning.

The door was wide open. Who knows why.

-The devil is a squirrel.\N-What?

-Ok, thanks, Mr. Plattner.\N-Bye. My pleasure.

Good bye.

DEVELOPING 20 CONDOMINIUMS\NAND 5 OFFICES.

-They do the opposite of what I do.\N-What?

-They dig stuff out, I bury stuff.\N-You're not burying yet.

The next five minutes\Nyou will kindly be a cop.

-So this was Mr. Hunziker's empire.\N-A small piece of it.

The cantonal archeologist manages\Nall the projects within the canton.

But Roman always used to dig themselves,\Ntoo.

Hmm. A boss who does the dirty work\NThat's rare.

He was exceptional in this regard.

No other cantonal archeologist does that.

Like an undertaker who digs himself?

Roman lived and breathed archaelogy.

After he lost his family,\Nhe became even more extreme.

-When was that?\N-Roman!

-Excuse me?\N-When did he lose his family?

A year ago. It was a car accident.

-Where is he?\N-Listen to me, Ernst!

-Is this about Mr. Hunziger?\N-Ernst Häflinger, building owners.

-These gentlemen are from the...\N-Cantonal police Aargau.

-Roman...\N-Is there a quiet place for us to talk?

Please.

I think it's a bit extreme of him,\Nto get the police involved.

Frau Morin spoke about a conflict.

I said, we discussed it\Nwith site management.

-Did you talk to him yesterday?\N-Yes, yesterday afternoon.

-Where?\N-Here.

-He's never in his office.\N-And what was the result?

Monsieur, didn't move at all.

Please don't misunderstand me,

I have nothing against Mr. Hunziker.

He just takes his task\Na little too seriously.

And I also don't have anything against\NRoman foundations.

But every month they dally away,\Nis a month delay for us.

-The canton pays for everything though.\N-For the excavation costs, yes.

But not for losses in profit.

The contractor is\Nsolely responsible for them.

You'd probably like\Nto wring Mr. Hunziker's neck.

We are peaceful people.

So you didn't wring his neck?

Ok, I might get loud or so sometimes,\Nbut I don't mean it that way.

This is why I went to Mrs. Morin\Nyesterday.

She understands the entrepreneurial side\Na little better.

And she has a constructive influence\Non her boss.

What did you do after the conversation?

I went home.\NBut what is this really about?

Murder.

Mr. Hunziker was killed.

-Just like in the good old days.\N-You are a pig.

At least we now know it wasn't him.

If I was a murderer I would speak badly\Nof my victim, too.

Then everybody would think\NI didn't know his death

and therefore can't be the murderer.

Oh, man, you are pretty cunning.

Is this police psychology\Nfor the advanced?

Him and this Morin were a team.

She get's her dream job\Nand he gets his building project.

What about your legendary intuition?

It's thirsty for a pint.

-I have to go.\N-You got a race?

That would be nice.\NNo, I'm meeting my ex.

Apparently she has a problem\Nwith Vanessa's child suport .

Keeps threatening me with a lawyer.

Leave me your service weapon,\Njust to be on the safe side.

The deceased Mr. Hunziker\Nbelongs to Mr. Conrad again.

The family is asking the undertaker\Nto come over.

Ok.

But without the gracious help\Nof the cantonal police

-Conrad would not have been what he is.\N-What do you mean?

Well, not everybody can afford\Na new funeral home.

-Do you have any more questions?\N-Where were you last night?

Are you saying,\NI hid the body in the coffin?

I haven't delivered to the crematorium\Nfor three weeks now.

So leave me alone now!

MERLINGER FUNERAL HOME.

875,312

875,321.

387,152. 512,387.

785,231.

We're closing soon.

-Bye, be safe.\N-Bye.

Hey, darling.

Darling yourself.

Good evening, I'd like to order a cab\Nto the Adelbändli.

Yes, that's right. In Aarau.

No, you can drive in there.

Ok, five to ten minutes.

Thanks, bye. Have a nice night.

Did you order a cab for me?\NTo your place?

Luc, stop it!

I barely started.

That was likely the problem.

What do you mean?

Don't fall asleep.

I like you.

Severe head injury,\Ncaused by a blunt object.

Most likely a stone.

Probably from the first century A.D.

It can't be ruled out.

Your dirt sample from the Gänsacker\Nis consistent

with the traces on the head wound\Nand the underpants of the victim.

There is also sawdust and\Nwood abrasion present in the wound.

The wood is clearly\Nfrom the Conrad coffin.

It was also tight in there, wasn't it?\NI mean for two bodies.

-Am I interrupting?\N-Speak of the devil...

-Am I too late?\N-No.

We're pretty much done here.

How did you manage that again?

I don't need to put up with this.

The bodies find their way to me\Nby themselves.

Very convenient.

Sorry.

It's not your fault.\NRutschi is a stupid cow.

I mean about yesterday.

-Did you get home safely?\N-I don't know.

So you finally convicted me?

We're on it.

Hey.

Ok, you detest me.

I can understand.

But Semmelweis, I need you. Ok?

I went to see Stella's mother.

Told her everything.

That I hired Stella

and that it was her first\Nundercover investigation.

That everything is my fault.

She listened.

Very calmly.

And all of a sudden she said

that Stella loved you.

Stella died for you.

For nothing.

Then she got up and left me sitting there\Nin her living room.

I...

I stayed there in the quiet.

Like a shit.

Stella cannot have died for nothing,\Nyou hear me?

Semmelweis.

We want the same thing,\Neven if you detest me.

That connects us.

They found Hunziker's car.\NIn Montenegro.

No trace of the driver. Look!

All of this belongs to Mr. Hunziker.

And these are the pictures\Nfrom a surveillance camera

at the border between Austria\Nand Slovenia.

This guy is wearing Hunziker's clothes.\NPretty clever.

They knew of course, that Hunziker would\Nbe missed sooner or later.

We were supposed to think\Nthat he went into hiding.

-Understandable with his biography.\N-This is why his cell was in the coffin.

You dump that first,\Nwhen you're trying to disappear.

It would have been the perfect crime.

-That's impossible.\N-I wish.

Culpability stays until death.

Oh, dear!

This is Mr. Hunziker.

Is there anybody in this canton,\Nwhose name you don't know?

We buried his family.

-The tragic accident.\N-You're hallucinating.

Surely not!

A mother and her children.\NBoth almost adults.

-Are you taking drugs?\N-Mrs. Bürgisser is right.

Now you're starting as well?\NI know, who is being buried here.

Well, everybody forgets sometimes.

I don't forget a client.\NAnd much less a client like him.

I can prove it to you. Come on!

-Now it's not good anymore.\N-Here, look!

You see? The Hunzikers.

Had an accident in Africa and\Nwere transferred to Switzerland.

TRANSPORT ORDER

I got it! Of course.

You don't remember,\Nbecause you were not here.

You were at the hospital -\Nthe bullet in the shoulder.

The terrible thing in the tunnel.

You were out of commission\Nfor almost a month.

Why am I only hearing about this now?

You are very ungrateful.

I came to visit you at the hospital\Nevery day and told you everything.

I even brought you carrot cake.

And Fabio's tomatoes were rotting,

because he had too much work\Nto look after his garden.

Are you even listening to me?

Huh?

We need to meet up. In private.

Ok, see you.

Luc Conrad.

Hello, Mr. Conrad. Stefanie Gall.

Ah.

And his parents are dead, too.\NThere are no siblings.

So ... There is only me.

This isn't normal.

that you as an employee\Ntake that upon yourself.

I think I was a little more than\Njust an employee for him.

Mrs. Gall.

I am so sorry. Please.

He was the best boss I ever had.

And it's only been a year\Nsince the tragedy.

I brought him coffee and croissants

clothes from home.

I slowly brought him back up.

And now this.

I used to like a boss of mine a lot, too.

But life does what it wants.

But you understand that the fact,\Nthat someone like you

not making the connection between\NHunziker and his dead wife,

is funny right?

I was at the hospital.

Rutschi will be excited.

You should have heard the way she said\NConrad coffin.

The cow doesn't need to know. She already\Nmakes herself at home way too much.

This is what cows are like.

Don't worry,\Nthis stays between you and me.

I will have solved the case\Nvery soon anyway.

You're telling me this now?\NWho was it?

Mrs. Morin.

Either your phone left you on its own\Nor you came back here after work,

according to your phone company.

You told us yesterday,\Nthat you went home after work.

-I wanted to talk some sense into Roman.\N-With a stone?

Why did you lie to us?

I...

I was worried about my job and my future.

Cantonal archeologist Morin.\NSounds good.

We better go to the police station.

-May I change beforehand?\N-Yes.

But how did she get Hunziker\Ninto the coffin?

Yeah.

-Isn't this Erika's chair?\N-Yes, it's got the best wheels.

It's a rolling chair.

Mrs. Morin unloaded it here

and got Hunziker's body\Nfrom the back seat after.

And how does she know the code?

Her grandmother died five months ago.\NThe code is still the same.

Ok, go! She probably had an accomplice.

Open up!

Are you crazy?

This is a crematorium,\Nnot a puppet theater!

Hello, Mr. Rauch.

Pure assumptions, nothing else.

But may I confront Mrs. Morin\Nwith these assumptions?

Yes.

Conrad's Funeral Home\Nhas buried Hunziker's family.

I thought, Luc didn't know Hunziker?

Well, he was in the hospital\Ndue to a bullet wound in the shoulder.

-He shields his fat friend.\N-Hey, watch it!

Luc picked up the three Hunziker bodies\Nfrom the airport

and brought them to the cold room\Nin the Aarholz hospital.

The three bodies were stolen from\Nthe forensic institute that same day.

-You mean Luc and Lauener...\N-Why not?

I saw for myself how Luc\Ngot hit in the tunnel.

And now you're telling this bullshit.\NYou know what? Fuck you!

-Hey, hi!\N-No really, where are we here?

None of this makes any sense.

Anna-Maria, those are the facts,\Nand we need to check them, that's all.

So.

Every little kid can forge this signature,

especially on\Nthese electronic receipt books.

So, Luc, you weren't at the airport?

No, if I tell you.

Without me you would never have found\Nthe damn tunnel.

Why would they shoot at me,\Nif I'm one of them?

We were too close,\Nyou didn't have a choice.

You had to play the hero.

And ultimately\Nyou even chanced Semmelweis' death.

I don't need to listen to this any more.

Luc, this is only a formality...

You just let him leave?

We only have vague evidence\Nund no motive at all.

You want to protect your friend.

Why would he deliver dead people\Nto Lauener?

They aren't really valuable\Nfor an organ dealer, are they?

The Hunzikers had an accident in Africa,

where Lauener had a hospital.

You're saying Lauener needed\Nthree Swiss people as organ banks,

brought their bodies to Switzerland

and stored them in the tunnel\Ntemporarily

instead of taking them to the crematorium\Nright away?

That's maximum risk and minimal return.

-That's not like Lauener at all.\N-There is something. I can feel it.

I can't feel anything.

This is not enough for me.

No, it is enough.

It is Luc Conrad, and that's your problem.

It's them.

Are you sure?

Are they the three bodies,\Nthat were stolen?

Where did you get this from?\NWho are these people?

May I come in?

Please.

-Good morning, Mr. Hunziker.\N-Good morning.

Mr. Conrad, this is really caring,\Nhow you deal with dead people.

And the half dead like me.

I really bought into your caring behavior.

Meanwhile you only wanted to know,\Nhow much more this body knows.

You probably enjoyed yourself\Nbehind my back

having a glass of wine with Mr. Lauener.

-What? That's...\N-When I talk, you shut up!

This poor gentleman here\Nhad to bite the dust,

because he knew a little too much.

Because he could have witnessed\Nyou burying his family.

I was in hospital.

Why were these bodies so valuable to you?\NMore valuable than my life?

What would they have proved?

Are you sure, you remember correctly?

Our brain sometimes plays tricks on us.

Maybe you were also simply a tool.

Like myself.

You get all worked up about this.

The Hunziker case confused everybody.

I'll give you a few days more.

Use them!

Good morning...

-...everybody.\N-Good morning.

Thanks very much.

Mr. Conrad, thank you very much.

She is a real gem.\NMake sure you look after her!

She placed a funeral order for herself\Nand insisted on paying cash.

Well, that's good. You always complain\Nwhen you have to write invoices.

What's wrong with you?\NDon't you notice anything any more?

This woman probably wants to harm herself.

I need to save my own head first.

Mr. Conrad.

I have an emergency to attend to,\Nbut Mrs. Bürgisser will help you.

Mario Giovanoli,\Nit's about my sister Anna-Maria.

I can't get through to her.\NCan you help me?

What is this about?

Our mother is dying and\Nwants to see Anna-Maria one last time.

But the two of them\Nhad a quite strained relationship.

I'm not sure if I'm the right person\Nfor this.

But I thought, you and Anna-Maria...

No.

But I'll see, what I can do.

This time he is sure.

Semmelweis is always sure,\Nuntil it turns out that he is wrong.

We need to exhume the bodies.

They died in an accident in Kenia.\NLauener had a hospital there.

Forget it! We need more facts.\NThe attorney is going to laugh at us.

Semmelweis is on leave\Nand it's not entirely coincidental.

You can't cover up for Luc forever.

Listen, Pedro, what's your problem?\NTell me.

Is it Lauener or is it about Stella?

Or about the principle?

I'm only doing my job.

-Yes, regardless of the consequences.\N-Indeed.

Could someone explain to Semmelweis,\Nthat I'm innocent?

Good luck.

-Anna-Maria, wait up!\N-Luc, I'll come see you later.

-Minus one Detective Chief Inspector.\N-That's not possible.

We have to solve this case immediately!\NWhat about Morin?

We had to let her go.

Listen, whatever Steffi said, be careful!

This woman could poison me.

Why?

She thought I had a thing for Roman.\NComplete nonsense.

But she was so into him, that she thought\Neverybody was competition.

She really got started,\Nwhen Roman lost his family.

A croissant one day, milk with honey\Nthe next. Roman was pretty annoyed.

-He didn't reciprocate her devotion?\N-No, not really.

He wanted his peace and\NSteffi almost got fired.

-It's in her personal file.\N-Did she know that?

Yes. I spoke with her a few times,\Nbut that only made things worse.

The woman became obsessive.\NAnd now even more.

She is hard-core.

She reminds me of my ex.

-Come!\N-What?

We have already been here a year ago.

A shady man is going to open the door now\Nand will send us away.

-Hello.\N-We identified your three bodies.

They died in Kenya,\Nand you had a hospital there.

No, I didn't do business in Kenya.\NMy brother Max did.

Luc Conrad buried the three bodies.\NHow long have you known him?

Max knew him. This is why\Nhe suggested him as an undertaker.

Did your brother work with Mr. Conrad?

Two weeks ago,\NMr. Conrad donated two wreaths to me.

For Leonie and Max.

-For no reason.\N-Luc came to see you?

Yes.

I was surprised, too.

Apparently he felt obliged towards Max.

What do you mean?

That got me thinking,\Nso I went through Max's calendar.

Just to see,\Nif he had met with Mr. Conrad more often.

But I didn't find anything.

But maybe we'll find something.

Can we see the calendar?

You already saw it a year ago.

Well, just come in then.

Where is Mrs. Gall?

-She took the day off.\N-Do you know, where she is?

It's a nice day.\NShe is probably in her garden.

"CL" - Conrad, Luc?

CL - that could also mean coiffeur Luigi,\Nright?

Yes, my brother was\Na very cautious person.

He always thought someone\Nwould look into his computer.

Well, he had a point, didn't he?

We need a copy.

Lauener is totally jerking around with us.

We need a search warrant\Nfor Conrad's Funeral Home.

And we need to arrest Luc.

You know exactly, that Lauener still\Nhas a score to settle with Luc.

-He put him into jail.\N-What?

That wasn't Luc, that was me.

Dörig.

I'm coming.

"I wasn't allowed to live with Roman,\Nbut I can't live without him.

Sorry Yvette, I know, you didn't kill him.

I thought he was with you.

I stood at your window,\Nbut you were alone, like myself.

Whoever took my Roman away from me,\Nnow I have him back.

Good bye, Steffi Gall."

Everything points to a suicide with pills.

Gall and Morin.

Those were your prime suspects,\Nweren't they?

So the suspect is still among us.

May I?\NOr would you rather call Mr. Merlinger?

We need an arrest warrant for Luc.

And a search warrant\Nfor Conrad's Funeral Home.

-Are you crazy?\N-Before Pedro does it.

We need a search warrant\Nfor Conrad's Funeral Home.

We need to arrest him.

Conrad's funeral home\Nburied the Hunziker family.

You have a problem.

That's ok, thanks.

Stop in front of the Bärli!

I just need to buy cigarettes.

-Hello.\N-Look who the cat dragged in? Luc.

Can I quickly use the bathroom?

Where is the plump man\Nin the black suit?

-Why?\N-He left the light on.

-In the bathroom.\N-Thanks.

Did your bigwig tell you\Nwhere he was going to go?

He went to buy cigarettes.

Then let's wait for the smoke signals.

I'm sure you are familiar\Nwith the subject.

This is what I would have looked like,\Nhad the killers struck me.

You need to look at everything\Nfrom the end.

Respice finem! Then you'll understand.

You better drive now otherwise\Nthe merchandise goes bad.

-Warrant?\N-It's a pure formality, Erika. Honestly.

But he is not here - also honestly.

-Where is he?\N-I don't know either.

Fabio came back alone.

-Where is Fabio?\N-In the Thanatopraxy room.

No, stop! Stop! Stop!\NGentlemen, would you...

Luc, call me back right away!

What's the matter?\NAre you seriously considering...

Shit! I knew it. He went into hiding.

-He just wanted to buy cigarettes.\N-Somebody must have warned him.

-That can't be true!\N-Am I being arrested?

-Bullshit.\N-Erika!

-Calm down.\N-No!

"ML" - Max Lauener.

CL in Lauener's calendar was Conrad Luc.

Mr. Conrad probably had a good reason\Nto go into hiding.

An entry like that can be made later.

-If you have access to the computer.\N-No one has access up here.

When are you finally going to believe it?

What?

What is it?

Anna-Maria, what's wrong? Tell me!

We have to take all of this with us.

-But why?\N-I'm sorry, Erika, but we have to.

-Are you out of your mind?\N-No, innocent.

-So turn yourself in!\N-And who is going to prove my innocence?

-Me, the cantonal police Aargau.\N-You have to prove my innocence.

And it's easier right now\Nthan the opposite.

Am I right?

Luc, you always\Nrun your head against a wall.

There are windows and doors.\NWhen are you going to understand that?

You know,\NI should actually arrest you now.

And why don't you?

Sorry.

Max Lauener, how long have you known him?

He was a client of my father. Why?

Why did you meet up\Nwith him before his death?

-Me? What makes you think that?\N-It says in your diary.

My ass!

Luc, stop the secretiveness!

Speaking of secretiveness,\Nyour brother Mario came to my place.

Your mother would like to see you,\Nbefore she dies.

Good night.

Subtitle translation by Freddie Debachy