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INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY.

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DEADLOCK

A pug.

Cornelia took to water like a fish.

Even when she turned blue with cold,
we still had to tell her to come out.

Even as a little girl...

she was always
a member of the swimming club.

I never thought she'd be in danger there.

Raik Doormann was a member too?

Yes.

After she split up from Jürgen,
he tried making passes at her.

But my Cornelia wouldn't give in.

She told me
that monster wanted to go out with her.

But she rejected him.

Did she use that word at the time?

Monster?

No.

She said "guy"...

"nuisance", that kind of thing.

Raik.

Go, Conny!

Well, that's a good time.

- Good backside.
- Good breasts. They're not bad either.

Those lovely buds...

- Have you seen them?
- A gentleman never tells.

Gentleman? Gentleman!
You don't even know how to spell the word!

Who's she hooking up with now?

No idea. Ask Jürgen.

He says since they split up
she'll screw anything that moves.

Good!

Good time, Conny! That was good, really.

But you lose time off the starting block.

We can work on that next time.

Hey, Conny?

Yes?

Want to go out for a beer?

Raik Doormann, are you hitting on me?

You know I think you're great.
What do you say?

Will you tell Jürgen we went for a drink?

If you want me to.

Fine.

See you in a bit, then, Raik.

Did you hear?

- What kind of guy are you?
- What do you mean?

You fucked her when you knew I want her.

I didn't fuck anyone, asshole.

- You did.
- I didn't.

- Of course you did.
- Bullshit. That was Wiebke back there.

She was cleaning
the changing rooms with Dietmar.

Man... What's wrong with you, Raik?

Pull your finger out your ass!

I'm not interested in Conny.

- I didn't know you were so into her.
- Did you hear?

The lifeguard and the cashier?

Sounds like a bad rom-com
with a side of porn!

- Dirty Dancing style!
- I'm sure it was dirty.

Whether they danced or not
is another question.

What's up, Raik? No funny comments?

He thought we were the two dirty devils.

Raik, come on, what's wrong?

Normally, you always have
something stupid to say!

So, shall we go, then?

Let's have the beer next week.

Then you and...

Do you have a new girlfriend?
She can come too.

- I don't know who'll come.
- Good, we'll have it in my garden.

I'm getting a delivery
of fresh Argentinian beef steaks

from my buddy Santiago from the Pampas.

The original Pampas!

We'll have a party! We can lick
each other's fingers clean!

SWIMMING POOL

After splitting up with Jürgen,
was Cornelia sexually active?

I want to know if Cornelia slept with...

Yes, I understood what you meant.

You don't have to be so crude.

It's not so easy for a young women
around 30 to find a good match.

Especially when you're divorced.

Men think you're easy to get,

they lose confidence and...

they don't want anything else then.

And my Cornelia
certainly didn't want that.

- So were there a few men?
- No.

Not as far as I know, anyway.

All I know is that I was
very relieved when she found Stephan.

Was Cornelia behaving oddly in any way?

Was there anything unusual?

I was going to do some baking.

But since I went to court,
I can't do anything anymore.

Something unusual?

I don't know.

There.

She was happy with Stephan.

They even bought a house together.

I'll be with you in a minute.

What a surprise!

Beautiful lady.

Long time no see.

- Yes, I'm sorry...
- You've come to visit your old friend.

I hope you and the others
at the swimming club aren't mad.

- But since Stephan and I bought the house...
- Don't worry.

Are you both well? You and Stephan?

Yes, everything's fine.

But all the trips to Kiel...
The driving is exhausting for him.

We hardly see each other.
I'm always alone.

I have to do everything around the house.

I am sorry.

If you need a shoulder to lean on,
mine is very strong.

- You know that.
- Yes, I know.

It's fine.

But you can still help me.

Yes, what can I do for you?

I want to sell this fur coat.
I wanted to know what it's worth.

You need money?

No. It's just Stephan's friends
don't find fur coats very chic.

That's why I want to... sell it.

Okay, I need money because
of the house. It's costing a fortune.

- Happy?
- Hey, it was just a question.

No need to get snippy with me.

Okay, let's have a look.

May I?

I'll have a look at it in my workshop,
then I'll let you know.

It will just take me a minute, my angel.

- Yes.
- Okay.

Right, okay.

So...

Unfortunately,
it's no longer in great condition.

The seams are breaking.
It would need to be mended.

And the market is tricky right now,
like you yourself just said.

- So?
- So, right now I'd say no more than 200.

- What?
- Yes.

Sorry, but it's thanks
to Stephan's friends

and their animal welfare consortium.

And you really don't think
I could get more for it?

Listen, leave the coat with me
and I'll try something else.

You know you can rely on me.

And because I'm an old friend,
I'll do Stephan's horoscope too.

He can't spend all his time on the highway

while a wife like you
waits for him at home.

Maybe he should look for a new job
that involves less driving.

Then he can look after you all the time,
not just on weekends.

If not, I'd be happy to take on the role.

But you know that already.

I just need Stephan's details,

and especially
where and what time he was born.

- God, I don't know that.
- Fine, it doesn't matter, angel.

So, take a little biscuit,
and come back at the end of the week.

I'll know more about the coat
and you'll have Stephan's details.

Okay.

Thanks.

00:16.

A Sunday child!

He smuggled his way in
and ruined his mother's Saturday evening.

- Where do you get this odd obsession from?
- My mother.

And it's not odd. The stars don't lie.

I can't tell you how many times
horoscopes have saved my ass.

It's a real science.

- My mother...
- Okay, okay. I believe you.

- Yes?
- But...

Are 250 marks the maximum
you can get from your friend?

Well...

We won't get more from him...

but...

But?

I've got an idea that will help us
both solve our problems.

- I'm listening.
- So...

A couple of buddies and me want
to keep some money safe from the state.

Catch my drift?

And to do that,
we need to open an account in Switzerland.

But it can't be in our name.

But it wouldn't be a problem for you.
It wouldn't be illegal.

You'd just open an account.

I don't know. I don't think that's for me.

Sure?

Fine.

No problem.

It doesn't hurt to ask.

And about the fur coat...

I know one other person.
I'll make some enquiries, okay?

- Shit, Raik, don't shock me like that!
- I'm sorry.

Listen, I went all out for you

and I got 400 marks for your fur coat.

- Don't wave it around. Everyone will see!
- 400 marks!

Come in before someone steals it from us.

- What?
- Don't I get a thank you?

You're crazy, Raik.

So, I've done
Stephan's horoscope for you too.

And we're coming into good fortune,
because Jupiter is in Scorpio?

So you do know a bit about it.

No. The constellation reveals that Stephan
should exercise increased caution.

What does that mean?

I think it's to do with
the long journeys on the highway.

There could be a serious accident.

Nonsense.

Stephan believes in all this
even less than I do.

Listen.

Fold this up and put it in your diary.

Okay? And then write
something about it too.

And when Stephan next reads your diary,
he'll know you're worried about him

and start to think about it.

That's much better than
just showing it to him directly.

Stephan would never read my diary.

Don't be so naïve, sweetheart. Of course
husbands read their wives' diaries.

You haven't been writing about
who you're making whoopee with, right?

Men have such a sense of ownership,

they'd go crazy if they knew.

You think I'd have
been with Brigitte so long

if we hadn't had secrets from each other?

You need to be free. You need
to live your own life, sweetheart.

Otherwise you can't be
with anyone at all. It's not possible.

It's good for a healthy relationship
to have secrets.

Right? Nice kitchen you've got.

- But?
- Well, the countertops aren't hygienic.

You could have a nice marble counter

or a granite counter.

I know someone
who could do the work very reasonably.

- You know we can't afford it.
- I know.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

If you opened the account in Switzerland
you'd get a monthly sum.

I'm not talking small change.

But that's not for you, right?

Hey, I've got to go.

I just wanted to pop round
with the money for the coat.

Right, then.

Take care. Bye.

Think really carefully.
Did you notice anything else at all?

Did she tell you anything?
About work? Colleagues?

When she disappeared... she was
going back to Constance with a colleague.

Going back?

Yes.

She was there three weeks
before that, apparently.

Why "apparently"?

Because her company told me...

she wasn't traveling for work,
but that she'd taken time off work to go.

So...

She brought back
Swiss chocolate and hash browns for me.

Not caramel candies, like these ones.

I don't understand it.

I don't understand why she lied to me.

She could talk to me about everything.

You have to go there again
with that odd colleague?

He wasn't as bothersome
as I thought he'd be.

He was actually quite funny.

And you don't need to worry.

We're going to Constance, not Timbuktu.

It's only two days.

But please, promise you'll let me know...

Mom, I have to go.

Raik?

- You're way early.
- I know.

I was in the area,
so I thought I'd come pick you up,

then go home to get my things,
then to the airport.

Okay.

Right, I'll have a quick shower,
then I'll pack my bag.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wellmann,

please clean the living room window again.

Unfortunately, it rained so hard
we can barely see through it again."

"Sehnbach, your furniture store."

Couch Comfort Fox.

2,499 marks."

I'm nearly ready. Let's go.

Hey, no need to rush.
We've got plenty of time.

Want to see what 50,000 marks look like?

- You've got that much left from the furs?
- Of course. I'll show you.

Come on.

- Come in here.
- Raik...

Laundry's finished.

Good.

Come on.

I don't have the money
just lying around, of course.

Right.

No need to be scared. The mayor of Hamburg
himself inaugurated the bunker.

Go ahead.

And that's where the money is.

The mayor crawled in there?

You betcha.

He likes things a bit experimental too.

You and your S&M again.

- It's all just show with you.
- You think so?

Come on, then.

- This is where you get up to your filth?
- Yes.

Want to try it out?

50,000 in cash.

You could handcuff me here
and just run off with the money.

Are you insane?

- Take it off. We have to go.
- No rush.

We've got enough time, Conny.

Enjoy it.

Can you feel it?

Yes?

Exciting, isn't it?

You could just go
and no one would find me.

I don't know. It's creepy in here.

What you're feeling right now is power.

Go on. Take the money and go upstairs.

Feel it one time.

Then you'll know what I mean.

Take the money and go.

Handcuff me.

Now go and close the hatch.

Thanks.

Now don't tell me that wasn't exciting.

Yes, it was, but it was creepy too.

And I didn't find it that exciting either.

We've still got time.

How about it?

Let's leave it.

I can imagine that this...
would give you more of a thrill.

Just five minutes.

Then we'll go to the airport.

Then you'll know
whether you like it or not.

And I'll never get on your nerves
going on about it again.

What do you say?

Five minutes.

- I don't want to miss our flight.
- Me neither.

Raik?

Raik?

Raik!

Raik, turn the light on, please!

Raik!

Let me go.

You're crazy! Leaving me alone
for so long without the light on!

Yes.

Didn't you find it arousing,
being exposed to your naked feelings?

What? No? It didn't turn me on,
if that's what you mean.

Let me go now.

Another couple of minutes, then.

I'm sure you're going to feel it.

Raik? No... No!

No. No.

Raik!

Let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go. Please, please, let me go.

- Raik.
- Yes?

Please let me go. We'll miss our flight.

I think we're going to miss it now.

And it's precisely now...

that you're starting to feel it.

No.

No... No. No.

No.

No. No.

No! Help!

No.

No! No.

YOUR FURNITURE STORE

Yes.

"Couch Comfort Fox."

There we go.

This note was on the dining table.

- And she didn't get in touch with you?
- No, that's why I went over.

And that's where I found
the message for the cleaning lady.

"I don't care what you do, anyway.
I'm moving out.

I wish you all the best."

Cornelia would never
write a note like that.

And some things were missing too.
The stereo, beer mugs, coats.

But no underwear.

When you go away
you need underwear, not beer mugs!

She never liked them anyway.

Yes.

And there was the couch.

Cornelia really wanted a new couch.

It hadn't been delivered when she left.

Tell me more.

Yes, we...

we chose it together.

And I put money towards it.

They were a bit short of money,
because of the house.

I went to the delivery company...

and attached a note to the sofa,

saying she should urgently
contact me when she picked it up.

But she didn't get in touch even then.

I don't understand it.

I went to the delivery company again,
but the sofa was gone.

And no one knew anything about it.

...attracts me to no end

That stature, that strength

Awakens such a passion in me

What a man, what a man

Makes me jittery and...

Hello, Mr. Lübke.

Hello, Ms. Langenbeck. Come in.

It's crazy,
but Irmgard never wrote anything.

That's why I was surprised
when she supposedly left me

and then started sending me postcards.

Anything I can use
for a handwriting comparison?

- She could write?
- Yes, but she really never wrote.

I always wrote the postcards
when we went on vacation...

Would Elke know if you had...?

She's at her sister's.
She's back tomorrow. I'll ask.

Maybe a shopping list.
A note of some kind...

No. No, she just...

Irmgard was so impressed
by my mom's roast goose,

she wrote down the recipe.

Promise me that you'll bring it back?

Of course.

Just sign the papers.

If I agree to the divorce,
you can still refuse to testify.

Okay? You know that, right? Say nothing.

Not that there's
anything more to come out,

but you never know what they'll think up,

and neither of us wants
our private life aired in court.

I really don't care,
but think about our son.

It's bad enough already.

I don't want to know
what you have or haven't done.

I have to take care of Mischa.
He's finding it hard to cope.

I know.

Was it your idea that I sign over
the houses or did the police advise you?

You want to go to Costa Rica.
I want your signature.

Show your son that you love him.

The houses and the divorce and I'm out.

And you can live how you want.

But I want Mischa to know
that I signed over the houses for him.

- Out of love.
- Yes.

This doesn't
look like much of a punishment.

The punishment here is the food.

It's dreadful.

I'd like the ring.

There you go.

Thanks.

See you this evening, Raik.

GRASSBOR PRISON

Finally free, baby.

- She agreed to the divorce just like that?
- Not just like that.

She begged and she whined,
but what's she going to do?

Let's go, baby.

I'll send the documents
with the handwriting samples to you.

Yes.

Thank you, Professor Bartsch. Goodbye.

So, how's your hobby going?

I could use some help,

which I won't get, because I can't get
a case number for the investigation.

Balbek, I really need help here.

Don't you dare annoy Tillich
with this at the department meeting.

Why don't you ask
our great, new colleague?

He's on the fast track.
He'll want to earn a few brownie points.

- How can you be working in Homicide at 30?
- 28.

- A few weeks and we're gone.
- What if the Germans look for you?

Fuck the Germans.
That's the good thing about Costa Rica.

They don't give a shit
about the German authorities.

I've got great connections,
including the interior minister.

Fuck Germany.

My mastermind.

But can you tell me why
you want to ship a bust of Sigmund Freud?

It's a trophy. I stole it from a neighbor.

My horny little big-game hunter.

Baby.

...said the same thief was at my house too,

and then afterwards, I stole from myself
and cashed in on the insurance.

Both women had contact with Raik Doormann.

Both women disappeared out of nowhere.

Both, uncharacteristically,
left behind letters,

that read as if written by one person.

The letters and the disappearances

completely contradict
the statements of the relatives.

Ms. Langenbeck,
I can imagine only too well

how you want
to put the pedal to the metal here,

but as I said, we are in Homicide.

We handle homicides here.
Not missing persons' cases.

Help me get a search warrant for
Doormann's townhouse and weekend house

and we'll find enough
for a murder investigation.

The two women are dead.
I'm convinced of that.

I'm not.

Can you change my mind, Burmeister,
if you agree with Ms. Langenbeck, that is?

She's done some good work and pointed out
inconsistencies in the cases.

Like I said, Ms. Langenbeck,

I understand that as a woman here
you are under a lot of pressure,

but if I understand correctly, there are
four current murder cases on your desk.

So stop taking on extra work

and start doing your job
like every other man here!

Let's continue.

Shit.

So, now...

Come on. Keep writing.

Write exactly what's there.

Thanks.

Right.

And now write
another postcard to your mom.

And imagine that it's really snowing.

Okay?

I just have to go upstairs
and get dinner ready.

They're eating me out of house and home,
my family, I can tell you.

I'll be back soon.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Shit.

Homicide Division. Inspector Langenbeck.

Hello, Inspector. It's Bartsch here.

I thought I'd try, even though it's late.
You seem to work long hours.

Yes, the early bird catches the worm.

What can I do for you, Professor?

I might have something for you.

Do you have the postcards in front of you?

Just a minute.

Look closely at the cards
from Rio de Janeiro and Switzerland.

- Have you got a magnifying glass?
- Just a minute.

In the Rio de Janeiro one, the first line,
the third, the seventh, and the tenth.

It looks like some letters
have been written over again.

And now the one from Switzerland.

The end of the third line,
two lines below, and the end.

And now write the letters out.

Raik.

Help.

Shit.

You've got it, then.

Thank you, Professor.

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