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VILNIUS LITHUANIA

Are you okay?

Are you feeling okay?

Turn over.

Please close your eyes.

And inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Mr. Kozlov.

Welcome to Lithuania.

Good to see you. How was your flight?

Very good, Mr. Schnabel.

The flight was good. We can stick to German.

- Great. Nice to finally meet you. Come in. - Thank you.

That's Dimitrij.

My...

assistant.

But of course. I'm Udo Schnabel.

Welcome.

Would you like...

A drink? I'd love one.

Coming right up.

Wonderful.

Yes.

Good story, right?

Mr. Kozlov, my flight is leaving soon. I have to go to Geneva.

Of course.

The purchase contract, as discussed.

For the house and the land.

Here you go. Two signatures.

What was that?

The cat.

The cat?

I know a good story about a cat.

But you have to get to the airport, right?

Yes, unfortunately.

There.

Thank you.

Okay, good. We're all settled.

Ten percent down payment, right?

Yes. On behalf of Mr. Jankauskas, thank you.

He sends his regards from Rio.

Wonderful.

Don't you want to count it?

Oh, please, Mr. Kozlov.

Visitors?

What are you doing in my house?

Ah, Mr. Jankauskas!

We were just finishing up. Back from Rio already?

After him! Get him! Go!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck.

Where have you been?

Excuse me?

I had to use my cell phone to take photos of the wedding ceremony.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry, I forgot something in the taxi.

Get ready, we'll take a group photo here, in front of the registry office.

Guys, group photo.

- The photographer is here now. - What? Now?

No, it's cold.

Come on. Quickly. The wedding express is about to leave.

No, that's not what we'd agreed on. Come on, photo!

Hurry up, get in. Looks like the snow's about to start.

- This wasn't the plan. - Typical.

This is just great.

Everybody in.

Fuck.

Could you give me a hand? Thank you.

- Now. Come on. - I want to touch it.

I know, but we're in a hurry. Do you know what seat you're in?

Careful getting on, okay?

- Hi, I'm Jens. And you are? - Oh, I'm...

Come on, let's get on the bus. It's cold.

Dad, you can go now.

All right!

FABIAN AND THE DEADLY WEDDING

Dear family and guests,

we have about a 90-minute drive to Aunt Nikola's villa.

Upon arrival, we are going to take that group photo, okay?

It's important.

BELGIUM PHILIPPE GERAND

After that, we'll all have a moment to freshen up. Okay?

Enjoy the journey.

- Hi. What's up? - Hi.

Can you take some pictures? Otherwise, my sister will have a nervous breakdown.

Philippe Gerand, photographer.

Milva, bride.

Let me introduce you to everyone.

Dad, Mom, this is Philippe, our photographer.

- Your mother is on the phone. - I'll be back Tuesday. Hold on.

The wedding photographer.

Smile, please!

Wonderful.

And this is my favorite brother, Lukas. Budding astrophysicist.

And his carer.

First of all, I'm not an astrophysicist. I'm a research assistant.

And secondly, Ewwa is my companion, and she has a name.

And these are our friends and business partners from Berlin.

- Business partners in what? - We run a bar together.

That explains their condition.

And...

I hope this is the groom?

Good.

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy, what was that?

Guys, bad news. The road is blocked.

But we won't let that ruin our mood.

That's not the wedding playlist.

No, it's my list.

Aunt Nicki!

Milvi! Oh, how beautiful you look.

You too. Where did you get that?

A present from Emilio.

- The Emilio? - May he rest in peace.

- Hello. Hi. I'm Clemens. - Hello.

Mrs. Wankdorff, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

for letting us hold our celebration here in your beautiful villa...

That's all right, young man. Now, come inside.

Do you want me to help?

What have you got in here?

Welcome.

- Katja Nager. - Of course.

Leave all your suitcases. They'll be brought in later.

Come, come, come.

- Daddy, carry us over the threshold. - Yes, Daddy, please.

Sure.

- Yes, Daddy. - Jens, be careful with those shoes.

Oh, shit. Sorry.

Lots of art, huh?

How many serfs does it take to keep a joint like this running?

Twenty. We keep them chained up down in the basement.

Darling, thank you for stepping in so quickly.

- No problem. - That's why I love you.

Could you please tell Albertas to bring the suitcases in later?

I already did.

Darling sister.

Hello, Armin.

- A glass of champagne? - Oh, yes.

Stop, stop!

You don't get a break. Take the group photo now.

Everyone, please gather for the photos.

Yes, good.

Maybe hold the flowers a bit more... Yes, like that.

- Exactly. - Very nice.

- Over here, please. - Remember to smile.

- Can I just... - I was too quick.

That's a good one.

Let me see that pose again. Three, two, one.

- Is that everyone? - Yes.

No.

- Jeez, Lukas. - Forgot about him.

Annalena was just about to come get you.

What was Mom's campaign slogan again? "Inclusion begins in the family."

Not bad.

And three, two, one.

Perfect.

No, it's good.

I have to go get changed.

You can go set up in the ballroom. For the Venus ceremony.

Of course.

Here. You've earned it.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

- Okay, let's go. - Yes.

Your room is upstairs.

Follow me, Mr. Jargon.

Jambon. Gerand.

These shoes are killing me.

But otherwise, it's going well, right?

If Milva can marry that Kreuzberg party animal,

then I can walk around in a T-shirt.

No, we're not going to stoop to that level.

Which level?

Thanks to Gerhard, I can now sing along to all the party hits.

And that is precisely why we will maintain our composure.

I'm not leaving myself open to my sister's criticism.

You want to look at sky?

Yes. The Perseids will be visible tonight.

You were right.

Your family didn't want you in the photo.

Thank you, Ewwa.

I'm going to sleep here.

No, Thorne is sleeping there.

No, I'm sleeping there.

We can push them together.

There's a really bad vibe here right now.

Nonsense. Your mother is just tired.

Once her feet get cold tonight, she'll come to my bed with me.

With us.

I think the aunt is awesome.

Of course, you're an ice queen, too.

Aloof is the new rich, baby.

But "aloof" doesn't pay the bills.

This is an impressive place.

Here you go.

It's very cozy.

Did you bring your tuxedo?

Of course.

Is there really only one road to get here?

Yes, unfortunately. All the roads are blocked.

Catering can't deliver the food, but Albertas is making soup.

Why celebrate here?

There were no registry office appointments in Berlin.

They wanted to get married as quickly as possible.

And Nikola didn't want to travel with the Venus.

She never takes her out of the safe anyway.

Who is Venus?

A fat little statuette.

Valuable?

The Venus of Wildenfeld is worth as much as a villa on Lake Como.

What should I know about the procedure?

Didn't Annalena explain everything?

Yes, but things tend to change.

Excuse me. Do we know each other from somewhere?

Not that I know of.

Maybe from Dubai?

Maybe from a previous life?

SEARCH

Venus of Wildenfeld.

"Venus of Wildenfeld...

Made of ivory and 40,000 years old."

VALUE: 6 MILLION EUROS

"Six million euros."

Good evening.

Et voilà.

I hope you feel comfortable here among all the art.

We never did agree on where art ends and kitsch begins.

This is a Tara Carson.

Unfortunately, I have no idea who that is, Nikola.

Yes, I know, Armin.

And where's the Venus?

All in good time.

Picture?

Wonderful.

My dear Wiccan friends, this room literally vibrates with ancient energy.

This crystal sculpture... Can you see it?

It perfectly focuses the lunar energy.

My dear friends, more later.

Thorne.

And? Is it good?

It tastes like shit.

- Want another one? - Yes, sure.

Excuse me.

Hello. Hello, everyone.

Now that we're all here,

I'd like to read a poem...

My darlings, please take your seats for act two of the evening.

Finally. I could eat an ox.

Dear Milva, dear Clemens,

an apocalypse wouldn't be able to stop you two.

You've already proven this on the first day of your marriage.

And for that, my beloved Milva,

you're getting something very special from your crazy aunt.

The Venus of Wildenfeld.

My holy relic, the buxom source of my inspiration.

Forty thousand years old.

She's been waiting for you, my dear Milva.

Just as she had been waiting for Augusta, our most venerable ancestor

who found her in the Black Forest.

Since then, the Venus has been passed down from generation to generation.

Always to the youngest daughter.

Much to the chagrin of any older daughters.

Only the youngest has the rebellious power of the Wankdorff women.

She is indomitable, a free spirit.

I was just the same at my first wedding.

And at my second.

And that's how you are, my dear Milvi.

You and I, we have the same strength and the same yearning.

On this very night, you will become the new guardian of the Venus.

But be careful.

If you betray the Venus,

or sell her...

she'll take away everything you have.

You must be wondering if the moment has come.

The moment when you will hold the Venus in your hands for the first time,

but no, no, no.

The Venus of Wildenfeld is a diva.

She alone decides when you will enter her magic circle.

She's nuts.

And that moment is a secret between her, you and me.

So, until then...

To love.

To indomitable women and a lavish evening.

To the bride and groom.

To us.

That thing is worth six million.

We should've gotten it as a wedding present, instead of three fondue sets.

Finally.

Important news?

What? I... just wanted to take a picture of the food.

Watch the birdie.

Thank you.

It's cold.

It's šaltibarščiai, a cold beet soup.

You don't have hot soups in Lithuania?

Smile!

Thank you.

So? Are you disappointed that you didn't get the Venus?

Why? I have everything I want.

Yummy soup.

If you'll excuse me.

Excuse me, where will the handover be? I need to set up.

Didn't you hear my aunt?

The Venus will decide when to make her grand entrance.

Mr. Gerand, here.

Yes.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR

HISTORICAL LIBRARY

FEDERAL POLICE FABIAN KURTZ

Only the youngest may own the Venus of Wildenfeld.

The Venus must be inherited. Anyone who steals or sells her will be cursed.

Their soul will wither away. It's very, very old witch energy.

This is so exciting.

Hey, is the curse real?

Nonsense, my aunt just likes to embellish her stories.

Clemens is scared.

- He's seen The Mummy too many times. - Hello, it's my favorite film.

Alberto, are there any lemons left?

Now, everyone.

Hello? Could you listen for a moment?

Thank you.

Well, dear Milva, dear Clemens... Oh, thank you.

Mia and Leo have come up with something very special for both of you.

And that is...

Woah, what's happening.

Kidnapping the bride!

An ancient wedding ritual is happening here.

The bride's friends kidnap and hide her.

The groom must find his wife and pay a ransom for her with offerings,

otherwise, he won't get his wife back.

I feel so honored that my presence here...

NO RECEPTION

Fuck.

Milva!

Hey, have you seen the bride?

No. Have you seen Mrs. Wankdorff?

No.

Come on.

Mrs. Wankdorff?

Mrs. Wankdorff?

Have fun.

Milva?

Milva?

Milva, where are you?

Leo, come on. It's bedtime.

No.

Leo, that's not a toy.

- Yes, it is. - Sweetie, give it to me.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - You.

- Have you seen Mrs. Wankdorff? - No.

- Please give me the mask? - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No...

Thank you.

You scared me.

Do you know where Mrs. Wankdorff is?

I'm sure that I've met you before.

Don't deflect. Where is Mrs. Wankdorff?

What's with the tone?

Chief Inspector Kurtz. Federal Police. I must see Mrs. Wankdorff.

- Federal Police? - Yes. Do you know why I'm here?

Me? What? Why?

The Venus of Wildenfeld is looted art.

- Looted art? - That means up to five years in prison,

so you should cooperate. It'd be better for you, Ms...

- Ms...? - Orkin.

Ms. Orkin!

So what's your plan?

To confiscate the statuette.

The handover is taking place today and you know where.

- What makes you think... - Where is it taking place?

In the pavilion. It's also where the bride is hiding.

Good. Come on.

Wait here.

Oh, damn!

No, no, no.

We got you.

Oh, my God.

Where's Milva?

Milva?

- Milva? - Milva?

Come, that way.

- Milva? - Milva?

- Milva? - Milva?

Milva!

What's going on out there?

- Milva? - Milva? Do you see her?

- Milva? - Milva?

What happened here?

My God, Nikola.

This can't be real.

Where is my daughter? We mustn't touch anything here.

He's with the police.

What?

He's with the police.

You're with the police?

My name is Kurtz. I'm not a photographer. I'm here because of the Venus.

This is a crime scene now. Please leave now.

Federal Police? Which department?

Art crime department, Wiesbaden.

The Venus of Wildenfeld is looted art.

Your wife's family is in trouble. All of you, get out, please.

Art crime department?

Correct.

There's no art crime department in Wiesbaden.

Gentlemen, until forensics arrive, nothing must be changed here.

Who's supposed to be coming? Nobody can get here.

There's no reception. The landline is dead, too.

- Where's Milva? - Calm down, please.

He's from the police. He can secure the evidence. Right?

We'll wait until we can get help.

Until then, no one is allowed to be here. So please, get out, get out, get out.

- Could you please take care of her? - Yes.

Thanks.

Come.

It's all madness here.

Damn it!

I have to get out of here.

How did you get in here?

- Inspector. - Whoa!

No, because you're police.

I have a gun license.

I always carry it with me. I can show you. Here.

Yes.

Here.

Sorry, I just wanted to...

It wasn't me. In case you think that because I have a gun.

She was stabbed, man.

- Oh. - Yeah. "Oh."

Now, go back to the house and keep your gun.

- And you? - I'll be right there.

They've all gathered. We're waiting for your instructions.

Good.

I saw right through you, you know.

Saw through me?

I've always been good at this kind of thing.

I wanted to be a policeman when I was a kid.

I was always the cowboy.

- That's not a policeman. - But he's a good guy.

Mr. Ohlfeld, would you mind assisting me in the investigation?

Until reinforcement arrives?

- Sure. With pleasure. - Good.

First task, we'll go over there together. I'll talk and you, this is important...

You'll keep your mouth shut.

Good.

Now I can feel the bad energy too.

Do you want some tea?

What did he say?

We don't know anything.

Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Fabian Kurtz, Federal Police.

As some of you already know, I came here undercover

to seize the Venus.

Our international investigations have uncovered

that the statuette is looted art.

That's simply ridiculous.

The seizure was to take place at this evening's handover.

Instead, there's been a murder.

Nikola Wankdorff was stabbed to death.

Oh, God. Stabbed.

Furthermore, the bride has vanished as well as the Venus.

Finding her is the top priority.

Finding the bride, I mean.

The problem is that we're cut off from the rest of the world.

The murderer cannot escape, which means they are here.

What?

Here?

You mean it was one of us?

Yes, it's never pleasant to say, but it's a fact.

Whoever has the Venus is the murderer.

So keep an eye on me.

Well, on each other.

Just a moment, Mr. Kurtz.

I'm President of the Court in Hamburg.

The suspicion of looted art is unfounded.

- You're from Wiesbaden? - That's beside the point, Armin!

My sister was stabbed to death.

And Milva is gone.

Mom.

Oh, God, what's that?

Really dead?

Yes.

And you're...

Not a photographer.

I really can't remember anything.

It was her, wasn't it?

Guard the door. Make sure no one gets in.

We need more clues.

It's the only way we can find your aunt's murderer and whoever stole the Venus.

You really can't remember anything?

No.

- What are you doing? - I'm guarding the door.

- From the outside, man. - Oh, right.

Very good.

Let's try something else.

What happened before you blacked out?

Ash took me to the pavilion.

And Aunt Nicki was waiting for me there.

And the Venus was still there?

Yes.

You're finally here, my dear Milvi.

Yes, it was sitting on this pedestal and then...

And then... And, and, and...

No, Dad.

Yes?

We're not interrupting the inspector...

No.

No.

Let my boy see his wife right now, you clown.

- No, she's being questioned. - It's okay, Dad. We'll wait.

No, you're the husband. You're going in there.

If anyone is seeing my daughter, it should be me.

Oh, the Piel family. Take it easy now.

You have enough dirt on you with the looted art.

Dad, that's enough.

Shut up, you embarrassing idiot.

Dad, no. Stop it. That's not helping.

Jens, will you please let me through?

No.

Then I'm getting your wife.

- Loser! - You dud!

I really can't remember anything.

I blacked out and then I woke up somewhere in the snow.

And I don't know how I got there.

But my aunt, I could never... never... You have to believe me, please.

I don't know where the Venus is either.

I'll find her.

Which "her"?

The murderess.

The murderer, I mean.

They won't get far, I promise you that, Mrs. Nager.

Mrs. Nager?

That sounds like shit, doesn't it?

Nager.

- For goodness' sake! - Let go of each other.

May I ask you all to be silent?

The bride is doing well considering the circumstances.

The groom can come in now. And the rest of you, please, leave.

Please.

Now, then.

Armin...

- Did Nikola notice that we... - No.

I don't think so.

That damn Venus.

We shouldn't have done that.

But then I would have never got you.

What? Got me?

Nothing. I...

The curse, what if it's real?

Do you have a tissue?

Carry on.

But, Mr. Kurtz, I'll say it again, the accusation of looted art is absurd.

The Venus has been in our family for four generations.

- And before that? - She was buried in the Black Forest.

One of my wife's ancestors found it.

And you believe that fairy tale?

- Of course. Well, I don't know. - "Of course. Well, I don't know."

Exactly. Do you think we in Wiesbaden don't know how to do provenance research?

Besides, it seems that the Venus is more important to you than the murder.

No, that's not true. I just wanted to help.

With all due respect, this is police work.

Mr. Kurtz, look into that Nager.

He's in a lot of debt. I've done some research.

- The Venus would be a godsend for him. - Interesting.

And what about your finances?

- Hello. - Hello.

Well, I wanted to be alone for a while.

That's understandable.

This was her domain.

It's where she created her art.

About the pavilion.

Is there another way in there? One that's not so obvious?

Only through the park.

So, only from the outside.

You shouldn't stay here alone.

Someone who murders once will kill a second time.

Hey, what did you do?

Let me go.

- Why won't you talk to me? - We can't talk here.

What's your plan now? Talk to me.

How did you get in here?

Of course.

Oh, here we are.

- What are you doing here? - Excuse me? What are you doing here?

I wanted to get a bite to eat.

- You're bleeding. - Nonsense!

No.

Someone smashed a bottle over your head.

Nothing happened here.

Oh, man, what am I doing here?

What am I doing here? Damn it.

Inspector.

Mr. Ohlfeld.

I wondered why I didn't have phone reception. Look at this.

The cables have been cut. This is the work of a professional.

The murderer knows exactly what they're doing.

Who's that?

Nager. He's unconscious.

- Did you do that? - Is there a doctor in your family?

Yes, Thorne works for a naturopath.

Very good. Tell him to take care of him.

Yes, Inspector.

Is he the murderer?

It's time for us to get tough with them.

Organize an interrogation room, set it up, then send in the suspects.

First up, your father-in-law.

Yes.

Mr. Piel...

Oh, it's you?

You said that whoever has the Venus is the murderer, Inspector.

Milva has it.

But she didn't murder Nikola. Definitely not.

So, if you please.

She's in our room.

Good.

She was so sweet to me in the pavilion.

You're finally here, my dear Milvi.

Excuse me, but I need to secure the evidence.

Then we can talk about the murder.

But then she suddenly started saying strange things.

It's all lies.

It's all fake.

I can't trust anyone.

Can't trust anyone.

She said "lies"?

Did your aunt mean you?

No idea.

Did you see who was behind the mask?

No.

After that, I only remember running through the forest.

Come on, let's go get the Venus.

It's gone.

I was with Milva the whole time. You can search me.

Was anyone else here when you found the Venus?

Dad.

Of course.

First Nager steals the Venus from you and then he gets robbed himself.

Whoops.

What are you doing here?

It's easier to see the Perseids from your room.

Okay.

You drink too much.

And she smokes too much. And in our bedroom, too.

Don't smoke when you're with my son.

Ewwa is always with me. Did you forget that?

Take care of my son.

There's a murderer on the loose.

- You stupid cow! - Mom!

That's my sister's.

I have sorry. I have sorry.

I'm sorry about hiring you in the first place.

Mom, that's enough.

You're meant to watch him. Do you even know how to do that?

You're really no help at all.

Good evening. I'm looking for your husband.

Then go and find him.

Yes, I have reception again!

Come on!

Me too, one bar!

- It's gone again! - Yes, same here.

What are you doing?

I think we should brush up on our French.

Armin!

My sister's dead. And there's a murderer on the loose.

Let's forget about that for a moment.

- What? - Carpe diem, darling.

L'amour toujours, toujours l'amour

What's the matter with you?

Why are you in such a good mood?

You have the Venus?

Yes.

What did you do?

- What? - Have you completely lost your mind?

What?

You... You...

Me?

Whoever has the Venus...

You can't be serious.

You can't believe that it was me who harmed Nikola?

You think I'd be capable of that?

I feel sick.

Darling, please.

I can explain!

One step closer...

I don't understand. What were you thinking?

Shush. Not so loud.

After everything that's happened...

This has been the worst day of my life.

- It should be the best. - Yes. Yes?

Just tell us what your plan is?

Milva and I want to tell the truth...

Are you guys stupid?

- Then it was all for nothing. - Calm down. Let her finish.

The bar will be done for. Do you realize that?

- Jesus, then we'll open a new one. - "A new one"?

Or we could take a vacation for once.

Don't always act so cool.

Show some emotion.

Without the bar, you'd be the loneliest person in the world.

Enough emotion?

Guys, stop it. We have other problems.

Exactly. We have to tell the cop everything.

If he finds out, he might think...

He might think what?

We just did...

What did you just do? Just got married? Just lied?

- How did you know? - That the wedding wasn't real?

We needed money for the bar. You only get the Venus if you're married.

We were drunk, playing darts, and I said that I'd marry the winner.

Your aunt knew that the wedding was fake?

It wasn't fake to me.

I...

Maybe she figured it out, yeah.

And maybe I snapped. And maybe I really...

...but without meaning to.

No way, Milva. You could never do something like that.

Thanks.

Oh, shit!

You bitch!

I'm telling Mom and Dad!

Fuck!

I don't believe this!

Mom?

Dad?

The Venus belongs to my family. I decide what happens to her.

Now you listen to me. I'll tell you what I was going to do.

- You should have done that before. - Before? Before what?

I'm going to give the Venus to a museum to stop this family feud.

- And that's my final word. - Oh, the noble judge.

But maybe I had a plan too.

That's something the fine gentleman can't fathom.

You simply decide, and, bang, the session is over.

Okay, then what's your plan?

I'm not telling you. But the Venus belongs to me.

No!

Darling.

- Murderer! - What?

Is this how you murdered Nikola?

No, no!

You're finally showing your true face.

Are you crazy?

I'll tell everyone.

I didn't touch her. Gerhard is the murderer.

He had the Venus. I just took it from him.

Gandhi on the outside, Stalin on the inside.

Dad?

What are you doing to Mom?

- We're just talking. - Yes.

Did he hit you?

Nonsense! What do you want?

I want... Milva was... She has... But what's going on here?

- Nothing. - Nothing.

Give me the Venus, please.

Milva only married to get the Venus. She doesn't love Clemens at all.

Did you hit Mom?

Annalena, shut up!

No, he didn't. Stop talking nonsense.

Where's the Venus?

Open up.

Not without a court order.

And I certainly won't give you one.

What's all this?

She was in there a minute ago.

This is all getting to be a bit too much for me.

Inspector, I'd like to make a confession.

I...

I'm a bad mother.

I try to be a good mother. To Lukas, to Milva, to...

- But I'm not. - Mrs. Piel--

- It is what it is. - What do you want to confess?

I wanted her.

The Venus.

Milva is far too young for it.

Do you know where the Venus is right now?

No!

But the Venus is mine.

She's always been mine.

Whoever came up with that it should only ever go to the youngest, rubbish.

My mother didn't even have a sister.

So, you wanted to steal the Venus? Then, what? Sell it?

No. I just wanted to have it. For myself. For myself alone.

My sister had had it long enough.

And now it's out in the open.

But I didn't murder Nikola.

Yes, I've been hearing that a lot lately.

I was in the house the entire time. Ask anyone.

Could your husband be a murderer?

I think Clemens' clan could be.

The Nagers.

They're all crazy.

Here.

Take a look at this.

The Venus is sending her ancient energies directly into my chakras.

She wants to join us in the sacred circle, and I will bring her to us.

My God.

Who did Milva get us involved with?

Thank you.

Didn't I tell you not to walk around the house alone?

I can't stand those people up there. One of them murdered Nikola.

Come with me for a moment?

Come on.

No way.

You didn't know?

No.

Please.

Who are these people?

Nikola's former lovers.

Her exes.

- This way. - Right.

Stay here. Don't move.

This makes sense...

The murderer got here through the secret tunnel.

Indeed.

"Argus Detective Agency. Detective Agency..."

Maybe Gerhard discovered the tunnel. He was in the wine cellar.

It's possible.

Or his crazy son. The one with the witch cult.

Yes, that's not a bad idea.

"The name of the suspicious person is G. Pelzer."

All because of that damned statuette.

- I said, "Don't touch anything." - You said, "Don't move."

That's true. What are you doing?

Nothing.

I'm guessing roofies.

It would also explain Milva's blackout.

Yes.

Well then, let's go.

And not a word about the tunnel.

- Okay. - Good.

Everybody here is lying

I'm the only stupid one

Who follows the rules

You're it, Leo.

Mia!

I'll get you.

No.

- You're too slow. - No, you are.

- You won't catch me. - Kids.

Enough with the noise.

What's this?

I found it in the inspector's room.

Seriously? First my mother, now my kids?

I don't believe this.

"Dear Mrs. Wankdorff, thank you for your interest in Argus..."

Research, surveillance, investigation.

Let me through.

Never! I have strict instructions.

The inspector's room is off limits.

Don't play the tough guy. It doesn't suit you.

Hitting me from behind? Was that you? You cowardly bastard!

- Get back! Or I'll... - Calm down.

Can't you tell? We've been set up.

All of us.

"Christian de la Bea... ute."

Christian de la Beauté.

"Specialist in plastic and esthetic surgery."

What?

He is not Federal Police?

No.

He's a con man.

That's impossible.

I see.

Indeed.

Who are you today?

Beauté, the plastic surgeon?

Ambassador of Brunei?

Or perhaps the president of the Red Cross? In case there are any casualties.

What do you think, Jens?

Federal police or con man?

Con man.

- And murderer. - This is a misunderstanding.

I'm undercover.

The looted art act was really good.

I almost believed you.

- I've got a bar. - Good. Go and call the police.

Where is the Venus?

That Stone Age statuette has poisoned our family for far too long.

That fat bitch spreads nothing but hatred. She has to go, so we can live in peace.

- I... - Oh, yes, you...

You murdered Nikola because you wanted the Venus.

That's nonsense.

This is your last chance.

If you don't talk now, the police will find a shot burglar.

And that's self-defense according to the Criminal Code.

I know who the murderer is.

- So do I. You! - And I know where the Venus is.

- Where is she? - I never had her, unlike you.

Where is she?

We all have reception again and the roads have been cleared.

The police will be here as fast as they can.

I'll take you to the murderer and to the Venus if you untie me.

He's the murderer.

Mr. Kurtz?

Good morning.

Well, it's obvious that you may have some questions.

Unfortunately, my cover was blown.

I'm not from the Federal Police.

Yes, he's the exact opposite.

That's right, I'm a con man.

I make my living by defrauding people.

Greedy people, who don't know what to do with their wealth.

If you want to condemn me for that, go ahead.

What's with all the talk? What's going on here?

Get to the point. Where's the Venus?

Yes, where is she?

I think we can all agree

that the Venus went on quite an interesting journey last night.

First, the charming bride and groom had it.

Then Mr. Nager took the statuette.

That didn't please Mr. Piel.

So he whacked a wine bottle over Mr. Nager's head...

And then hid the Venus in his room.

- You lousy scumbag. - Shut up, Gerhard.

But who?

Who started all of this?

What did actually happen?

Who stole the Venus from the pavilion?

Who stabbed my sister to death?

One thing at a time.

Do you want to tell the story...

or shall I...

Ms. Orkin?

- Me? - Yes, you.

You knew where the Venus was the whole time.

Nikola and I loved each other. You don't need to understand that.

But you were about to get dumped.

Your picture was already in the gallery of ex-lovers, and you knew it.

- You knew about the secret tunnel. - What secret tunnel?

You're a gold digger, Ms. Orkin.

And your hunting grounds are the haunts of the rich. Ibiza, New York, Marbella.

We met at a party in Dubai.

This wedding was your last chance to get to the Venus, so what did you do?

Well, you had already roofied the bottle of champagne beforehand.

Since you had to drug Mrs. Wankdorff and the bride.

And you knew what to do.

You knew how and when the bride was to be kidnapped.

So you disappeared secretly, and got yourself a disguise.

Then you sneaked through the secret tunnel to the pavilion.

That's absolute nonsense. You have no proof of any of that.

Mrs. Ohlfeld-Piel, would you reach into my pants pocket?

A magic cloth?

Once more, please.

This scrap is nothing other than blue rubber.

From the rubber gloves that you use in the kitchen.

You scared me.

I found that scrap in front of the secret tunnel you allegedly knew nothing about.

The mechanism is tricky. It's easy to pinch your finger.

I have no idea. I was in the kitchen the entire time.

- Lukas, tell him. You were with me. - Yes, he'll confirm it.

Yes, exactly.

Because you planned it together.

Lukas?

A successful combination, the greedy lover...

and the son who wanted to punish his family.

You knew what Ms. Orkin wanted, so you made her an offer.

She gets the Venus, and you, Lukas,

get your revenge on your hated relatives.

Lukas, is that true?

Do you know what I do at the university?

That I assist in mapping galaxies?

No, of course not.

All you see is the wheelchair, the eyesore in your perfect family.

The world thinks you're all about inclusion, but at home?

At home, you delegate me to others.

Put me in boarding school. Hire carers for me.

And you? You used to be there for me.

But since you moved Berlin, you've cast me aside.

You all think it'd be best if I wasn't there anymore.

She's the only one who cares about me.

So, let's recap.

Ms. Orkin steals the Venus.

You, Lukas, know about it.

But then something completely unexpected happens.

Something that wasn't part of your plan.

Nikola Wankdorff dies.

You, Lukas, are, of course, stunned and believe it was Ms. Orkin.

- I didn't murder anyone. - Please.

- She was just supposed to take the Venus. - And it's true.

Ms. Orkin didn't murder your aunt.

But then who did?

To figure that out, I'll need your help.

From all of you.

But first...

The Venus, please.

How did you know?

The carpet in your parents' room gave you away.

What's all this?

She was in there a minute ago.

I saw the tracks of your wheelchair.

Lukas.

A Stone Age statuette that's had more owners in one night

than in all the centuries before.

Darling, please!

I can explain!

One step closer...

I still don't get it.

How did the Venus get into my bag in the first place?

It's quite simple. Let's rewind one more time.

Milva and Mrs. Wankdorff are drugged.

Ms. Orkin takes the Venus and puts her in Milva's bridal bag.

The perfect hiding place.

The bride would find the Venus and so cover Ms. Orkin's tracks.

Why did Kim do that? Why not just take the Venus with her?

This is why.

- No, please. - Oh, God.

Are you crazy?

Take a good look.

The real Venus of Wildenfeld is 40,000-year-old ivory.

But this is...

It's plaster!

- What? - Plaster?

- It can't be true! - So where's the real one?

You were all only thinking about the millions,

and chasing after a worthless fake.

I wasn't.

No, you weren't.

That was Mrs. Wankdorff's original plan.

She wanted to honor the tradition but without passing on the original.

So she printed a mold and made a plaster cast.

A fake Venus at a fake wedding.

I need a drink.

Thank you.

Okay, so the aunt fooled us all, but where is the real Venus?

If you like, you are right in the middle of her.

Mrs. Wankdorff was deeply in debt.

Her bank accounts are all severely overdrawn.

She sold the real Venus long ago to finance her lifestyle.

I knew it.

And who murdered the woman?

Would you please?

Thanks.

Milva?

Yes?

You may have been drugged, but you did remember something.

Please tell it again.

- You mean... - Yes.

It's all lies.

It's all fake.

I can't trust anyone.

Can't trust anyone.

Aunt Nicki didn't mean the wedding after all.

- She meant the Venus. - That's right.

Your aunt was drugged, but she witnessed the theft.

She saw a masked figure, Ms. Orkin,

and revealed to her that the Venus was a fake, a forgery.

What the hell? This is fake.

Yes, that's true.

It's all lies.

It's all fake.

This ruined Ms. Orkin's plan.

She put the copy in your bridal bag and left.

Milva?

You saw the mask more than once, right?

It's all lies.

It's all fake.

I can't trust anyone.

Can't trust anyone.

But the second time, the mask was different.

That's right.

There were two masks.

Someone else was in the pavilion.

And this someone was also wearing a mask.

Someone called G. Pelzer.

G. Pelzer?

G. Pelzer?

- Huh? - Pelzer.

- Who's that supposed to be? - That's...

Doesn't ring a bell.

Shortly before her death, Mrs. Wankdorff received an email from a detective agency

that she had hired. She felt threatened by someone.

By G. Pelzer.

Who's that supposed to be?

Your sister's stepchild.

Mrs. Wankdorff's second husband, Asmus Pelzer, already had a child.

When Mrs. Wankdorff separated from Asmus, the rejection destroyed him.

- Did you know that? - No!

This stepchild contacted her, met her. Perhaps there were demands.

Mrs. Wankdorff wasn't responsive.

The stepchild then plotted revenge.

And this G. Pelzer guy is here?

Yes.

But he's not a he.

The "G" stands for Genoveva.

Genoveva Pelzer.

Ewwa, for short.

Who is Ewwa?

She is.

Nobody move.

Or I'll shoot.

Ewwa.

In Mrs. Wankdorff's gallery, a painting caught my eye.

It showed a man with two different eye colors.

Asmus Pelzer.

I was taking a photo of you at dinner after one of your contacts had fallen out.

Later I saw on the camera that you have two different eye colors as well.

Heredity. The contact lens was your cover.

You played the innocent carer, got the Piel family to hire you,

and waited for your chance.

Ewwa, it's not true, is it?

Yes. Ewwa, or rather Genoveva, also knew about your and Ms. Orkin's plan.

It was a mystery.

I first had to figure out that there were two masks.

You knew that Ms. Orkin would take a mask, so you took one too,

and followed her into the pavilion.

She dumped my father.

She didn't give a shit that it destroyed him.

I had to watch while he drank himself to death.

And maybe you could cover the costs?

Please.

It's not my fault that your father was a drunk.

It affected Nikola far more than she could show you.

When my father died, I asked her for money for his funeral.

"It's not my fault that your father was a drunk." That was her reply.

Ewwa.

You understand that, right?

You know what it's like to not matter to anyone.

I understand your hatred for your family.

The stars, the stories, us... Lukas, that was real, but...

Your family.

You only care about yourselves.

You don't care about others.

Especially some carer from Ukraine.

"I have sorry. I have sorry."

It was the perfect cover.

You wanted to get the Venus from Lukas, didn't you?

No.

No!

I wanted justice for my father.

I don't give a damn about money!

I have a gun license.

I always carry it with me. I can show you.

Here.

Good thing I have the cartridges.

Isn't that right, Mr. Ohlfeld?

Yes.

Look.

- Snow! - Snow!

- Dad, build a snowman for us! - Or an igloo.

Her account is not in the red at all.

She got loans. And as collateral?

The Venus.

Darling, did you hear that?

She still had her. The Venus must be around here somewhere.

That's impossible.

I see.

I knew it.

- Did you hear that? - Hello?

Shit.