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Shut up.

Arco, another one.

BASED ON THE NOVEL OF THE SAME TITLE BY

Another ibex.

DIRECTOR

APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH

BANK KARNTEN

Hannes, I can't give you a loan
as long as the farm isn't yours.

But you can see: I need it now
because I have to do something right now.

I know,
but I need the farm as collateral.

But Father won't sign it over to me.

I shouldn't tell you this, but your father
has some money in his account.

So I don't understand why you need a loan.

What? What money?

- I'd love to tell you, but I can't.
- Please, Ingo.

I'm sorry.
This is between you and your father.

- Flattacher, you bastard.
- Watch your tongue, Mr Fancy Pants.

You killed my Charlie.

He should be on a leash in the woods.

- He didn't do anything.
- He was chasing a deer.

The bastard shot without warning.

I'm really sorry, but he's allowed
to shoot if the dog isn't on a leash.

- He's allowed?
- Yes, he's allowed.

Allowed. Allowed. Allowed.

What's the point of you lot anyway?

- What an egghead.
- Did you really have to shoot?

- Whose car is this?
- I bought it today.

- What?
- Yes.

With what money?

I sold some woodland.

See you, Hannes.

Does anyone know what it is?

A squirrel.

Why did you cut
the head off the poor ibex?

It wasn't me. Maybe it were you?

Weinisch probably stuffed it
and then you sold it for a load of money.

- Sounds good, but no.
- Where did you find it?

Near Kaponig stream.

- There are no ibexes there.
- True.

It's probably from the national park.

I guess someone just wanted a trophy,
so they dumped the rest there.

What were you doing there anyway?

Now and then I check to see
if the poachers have left anything behind.

Those poachers are pretty cunning.

Maybe we just need
a better gamekeeper, Flattacher.

Now you're laughing, Guggenbauer.

But I'll catch you. Don't worry.

It's better to tell the police.

Why the police?
This is my job. I'm the gamekeeper.

But not for much longer.

I'm selling the hunting ground.

- To whom?
- An investor from Hungary.

When the new lift is built on the glacier,
they'll need more hotels.

- He'll build them on my land.
- But you can't do that!

Yes, I can. It's my land.

- But then you can't hunt either?
- Well...

I don't care.

Because you go poaching anyway, right?
You're such a prick, Guggenbauer.

- Another round of schnapps and the bill.
- Are you paying?

- Sure.
- And please come inside.

It's too cold to come out here
just to serve you guys.

Thanks, Guggenbauer.

Damn.

Bloody machine.

- Bye.
- Bye.

What if we bought your land?

Okay. Do you have enough money?

Well, I don't.

- But we could all chip in.
- Sure, Flattacher has loads of money.

You earned a shitload of money
as a railwayman.

- Just fuck off.
- No schnapps for me.

I'll send you an e-mail with the minutes.

See you next week.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- See you.
- Bye.

He needs to be up early
so he gets that trophy stag.

Probably. But that's reserved for me.

- I see.
- Sure. You'll see.

We'll see who'll see what.

Bye, Flattacher.

Gretl, bring us the bottle.

I actually feel sorry for them.
All they have is hunting.

Nothing else.

Hey, but you are going to sell, right?

You owe me one.

- Easy.
- Fuck easy.

Don't play games with me or I'll tell
everyone what you do in your free time.

Shut up, Harry.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, idiot.

Weinisch.

See you.

Bye.

GRETL'S POOL BAR

Fuck.

MEASURING

ANALYSING

Wow! One point nine.

He told me Hannes would pick him up.
Or I'd have taken his keys off him.

Oh, stop moaning!

- There he is.
- I have to take your driver's licence.

What the fuck?
I have to go hunting in the morning.

Give it to me.

All right.

You taking me home, Hannes?

Damn automatic. Just my bloody luck.

The dumb stag fell on my car.

- I'll have to sell some land again.
- Just shut up, Dad.

What's wrong, Hannes? What?

Will you take me
to the deer stand at 4:30?

I want to shoot the trophy stag
before the others get it.

I'm taking you nowhere in the morning.
I'll be in the barn.

Okay, then I'll drive.

You can't drive without a licence.

Then Weinisch will drive me.

Is Huber already here?

Oh, Ernst.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Police Department.
Georg Treichel speaking.

How can I help you?

Of course. We're on our way.

- What happened?
- Flattacher found Huber.

Dead. On the Ladinig pasture.

- At last!
- Morning.

- Tell us exactly what happened.
- I saw his car over there.

The dog started barking
and we found Ernst here, skewered.

Then I called you.

He tried to climb up and just fell down?

But would he fall right on the stick?

One of the rungs is loose.

Someone did it on purpose to kill me.

- Why you?
- To stop me getting the trophy stag.

- Whose deer stand is it?
- Your brother-in-law's.

Maybe it came loose accidentally.

No, I checked the deer stand recently.
It was fine.

You check Guggenbauer's deer stand?

I check all of them. I'm the gamekeeper.

Sure. And as gamekeeper,
you shot Pichler's dog yesterday.

Don't you want to find out who did this?

We'll see if anyone did it first.

I'll call the area police station.

Come to the station at two o'clock,

so we can get it all on record.

Too bad.

Poor old Ernst.

...impaled.

Rest in peace.

Send someone here.
I'll send you the GPS data. Okay. Bye.

The forensic guy is coming.

And the Crime Investigation Department
will send a Ms Acham.

She'll be here in two hours.

- Yes? Coming.
- Yes...

- Morning.
- Good morning.

We'd like to have breakfast.

I see. Sure.

- Okay. I'll be there in a second.
- Thanks.

Betti?

Come and help make breakfast
for the guests.

I'm going down to the kitchen, okay?

Coming.

Hello. Chief Inspector Acham,
CID Klagenfurt.

Hello. Treichel.
Mr Ladinig from forensics left already.

Come with me.

So Flattacher, who found the body,
thinks that he was the actual target.

Acham.

Schober.

And who owns the deer stand?

Guggenbauer.

Okay. Let's start with him.

- Nothing we can do here now anyway.
- All right.

- Here's some fresh bread for you.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Morning.

- Didn't you go to the shoot?
- No.

Alas.

- We're leaving today.
- Already?

We have to. The young lady is bored here.

- Please, Dad. Put some clothes on.
- Why?

This is my house.

What an idiot I am.

Someone else probably got the trophy stag.

Or the stag is still alive and happy.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Morning. Look who's here!

This is Ms Acham.

- From CID Klagenfurt.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Huber fell off your deer stand.
- What?

- Huber?
- Yes.

He's dead.

But falling off a deer stand
won't kill you.

True, but unfortunately
he fell onto a branch.

Huber...

He's the husband
of my primary school teacher.

Poor woman.

Lucky you overslept.

I have five missed calls from Weinisch.

I didn't hear it.

- I had one too many last night.
- Yes, I know.

I had to wake everyone up here,
because we're leaving today.

And you are?

The Wellners from Esslingen
in Baden-Wurttemberg.

Did you notice anything unusual?

- No.
- Well, then...

Get in touch if you remember anything.

Of course.

And who are you?

Bettina Skawronek. I'm the cook.

- And you?
- Guggenbauer, Hannes.

He's Martina's nephew.

Mr Flattacher
doesn't think Huber was the target.

He thinks someone wanted to kill him.

A few people would like to do that.

Just kidding.

Actually, I'd planned to go hunting.

So, maybe they wanted to kill me.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Did something happen?

Renate...

It's Ernst.

Ernst is dead.

I'm so sorry.
He accidentally fell off the deer stand.

It's not true.

I'm so sorry.

I was still asleep when he left.

Last night, we had some wine

when he got home
from the hunting club meeting.

I'll drop by later on, Renate. Okay?

Now she's all on her own.

- Nice.
- Yes.

You can find all of them in our waters.

- Would you like a coffee?
- No, thanks.

- But can I smoke somewhere?
- Outside.

Or at the window over there.

It's a very sad day today.

I know everybody in this village.

I can't imagine
that anyone would kill someone.

The forensic guy is sure
someone tampered with the deer stand.

INCOMING CALL MUM

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Yes? Yes, they're...

They're downstairs, in the kids' room,
drawer under the bed.

No, we don't have any.

She's five. She doesn't need a top.

Okay. Talk to you later. Bye.

- Kids.
- Yes, I know.

Fathers never find anything.

That was the grandma.

And you believe that it was an accident?

I didn't say that.
But it was no one from round here.

We'll see.
I want to talk to Mr Flattacher.

Who's coming with me?

Hello, Acham. CID Klagenfurt.

Don't we have an appointment
at the station?

- You found the body?
- I already told them.

But not me.
Why do you think they wanted to kill you?

We had a hunting club meeting last night.

We argued a lot. About who'd shoot
the trophy stag today, for example.

They all knew I'd be on that deer stand.

Who was it then?

- Guggenbauer.
- Let's go inside.

Hey, Arco. Hi.

Nice.

I used to develop pictures myself.

But I stopped
when digital cameras arrived.

Arco, sit.

- Who's the lady?
- Gretl.

She runs the pool bar.

What's that?

An ibex.

Did you shoot it?

I don't shoot for fun.
I shoot animals for food.

You wanted to eat Pichler's dog?

He shot the pharmacist's dog
because it wasn't on a leash.

He can do that.

- Are there ibexes round here?
- No.

- Only in the national park.
- But you can't hunt them.

Maybe someone saw you
and you wanted to get rid of them.

Time to leave.

- Where is the ibex now?
- How should I know?

It's an old picture.

I'll take this with me.

Bye.

That woman... What's her name? Gretl?

Is she Flattacher's girlfriend?

No. What makes you think that?

I would know.
Gretl is a good friend of mine.

And Flattacher has no friends.

Why not?

Guggenbauer pinched Flattacher's wife.

And that would be Hannes' mother?

And my sister.

He never forgave her.

Not even when she was seriously ill.

- That's why no one likes him?
- Yes.

And because he didn't go to her funeral.

Hi, Mum.

Let Lisa do it. She knows how to.

Thanks.

How old are your children?

Alexander is eight and Lisa is five.

Do you have any children?

No.

Would you like some?

- Yes, please.
- It's a regional speciality. Delicious.

Thanks. Bye.

The ibexes are all tagged

and now and then one of them gets lost.

Most recently two weeks ago.

Sometimes they show up again.
The area is very large.

Maybe Flattacher knows who the poacher is
and thinks they want to kill him.

Why doesn't he go to the police?

He thinks no one will believe him.

Forensics sent us photos
of three footprints from the crime scene.

One of them is the victim's.

And photos of shoes
that could match the prints.

Does anything look familiar to you?

It's a small village,
but I don't know every pair of shoes.

I'd like to talk to the hunting club,
your nephew and the German cook tomorrow.

Is there a B&B where I can stay?

Yes.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Hannes,
happy birthday to you!

- Looks fantastic.
- Cassata siciliana.

An Italian speciality.
It's my first attempt.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks.

Happy birthday, son.

Well, now you're older
than your mother was when she died.

And I thought I'd give you
something special this year.

I've booked a weekend in London.

- What?
- Yes.

So you won't say
your old man didn't show you the world.

I've seen enough of the world.

We're going together.

And Betti, if she likes,
Aunt Martina and us two.

- Me too?
- Sure.

- I've never been there.
- Me neither.

You know, Hannes,
there's a world outside Carinthia.

I know.

But why on earth London?

- It's pretty expensive there.
- Don't worry about that.

But I do.

Are you going to sell more land?

Maybe.

I told you a thousand times:
you can't sell any more land!

Hannes, the land is no use to us.

- And the farm isn't paying its way.
- But it will.

I'll prove it to you
and to everybody else.

But first you have to sign it over to me.
That would be a nice gift.

You'll get a good share.
You can do whatever you like with it.

You can build a future for yourself.

I don't want money.

I want this farm!

Why do you think the German tourists left?

Because there's nothing here.

Exactly. And that's the beauty of it.

People will realise this again. Trust me!

You and your ideas!

I don't want you to ruin your own future.

Other children would be glad
not to inherit their parents' old junk.

- This isn't "old junk".
- It is.

And that's why I'm selling. Now.

Dad, this is our home.

It's your home.

It's my home. Betti's home, too.

I don't want to go anywhere else.

I don't need London.

If you don't like London,

then we'll go to Italy.

Betti would like to go there, too. Right?

You're such a prick.

- Hannes, come on! I was...
- Hello.

- ... just kidding.
- Good evening.

- Hello.
- Is it someone's birthday?

- Yes, mine.
- Happy birthday.

The party is over.

Here.
Be careful, there are a few eggs in there.

Thanks.

We'll have to celebrate your birthday.
Just the two of us.

Come over sometime for dinner. Okay?

He's going to sell the whole farm.

He doesn't care how I feel about it.

He does care.

You'll inherit my house.

Sure. Thanks.

But it's a bit too small.

I mean with all the animals and a family.

Are you going to marry?

Sure.

Who?

- Betti.
- Betti?

Does she know?

No.

We're not that far yet.

You have to tell her.

I always hesitated. Waited.

And now I'm alone.

Oh, Auntie...

You know what?
You both come for dinner. You and Betti.

Next weekend.

I'll invite Treichel too, okay?

Okay, I'll ask her.

- Take care.
- Take care.

And talk it over calmly with your dad.
Everything will be all right.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Hannes, come here.

- Dance with us.
- No, I can't dance.

- Come on.
- No, I can't.

- No, really...
- Come.

- And, any news?
- No.

Except that I couldn't sleep all night.

Ever since the menopause hit,
I can't sleep either.

- Unless I smoke something.
- Gretl, I can't smoke weed.

You'll beg for it
when you hit the menopause.

- I am already.
- Really?

Yes.

Well, no more contraception at least.

It makes no difference

if there's no reason to use it anyway.

And be careful with the weed.

Ms CID Klagenfurt is here.

But she's not a narcotics agent.

I'll do the questioning
as I'm not related to anybody.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

But of course
you can be present for the questioning

and tell me if you notice anything.

What will you do
when you've sold everything?

- I'll move in with Martina.
- You're so childish.

You should think of your son.

I've always thought of Hannes.

And worked like crazy.

After Christl died,
I barely glanced at another woman.

I always felt guilty
he didn't have a mother.

But now I want to enjoy my life,
before it's over.

Ibexes keep disappearing
from the national park.

Do you know anything about it?

Maybe you're involved,
so someone wants to get rid of you.

STOP HAWKING THE HUNTING GROUND
OR YOU'LL BE THE NEXT.

When did you get this?

Today with the morning post.

"Stop hawking the hunting ground..."?

Do they say it like that here?

Do you know where the letters are from?

- From the newspaper?
- From the Carinthian Hunters' Magazine.

- They use this font.
- Everyone here reads this magazine.

- It was Flattacher.
- Why Flattacher?

Because he and Guggenbauer had a fight.

About hunting privileges and the stag.

- What's this?
- Didn't your father tell you?

No.

- Do you get the Hunters' Magazine?
- Yes.

- But not for much longer.
- Why not?

There's nothing but ads in it.

Guggenbauer was sent this.

Not by me.

- No hunting privileges means no business?
- No.

My customers are international.

So a four-star hotel
is much better for me.

- Do you stuff ibexes, too?
- It's called "taxidermy".

Sure. I'll stuff anything for you.

You're not allowed to leave the country.

- And why?
- Because you're one of the suspects.

Yeah? Okay.

Innocent citizens can't leave,
but vermin can come in.

Well, that's progress!

I need a break now.

Where can I get something to eat?

In Gretl's Pool Bar.

Fine. Anybody joining me?

I'd like something to eat.

I have cheese
or sliced sausage sandwich and cake.

No warm meal?

- I can make you a grilled sandwich.
- Great.

I can't imagine
that anyone from here did it.

But most murders happen
within families or circles of friends.

It...

Take Flattacher and Guggenbauer...

That was because of a woman.
But that's water under the bridge.

- It was before I came here.
- But there's a conflict.

Dragging on for 30 years?

Not even folks round here are that slow.

I'm wearing my only pair of shoes.

Give me your shoe size.

43.

43. Why? What do you need it for?

- Leg on the table.
- Two women!

How do you bear it?

- 43.
- You too?

Well, me too.

No.

Thanks.

Since you're staying at our farm,

would you like dinner with us?

No, thanks. I have to work late.

Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Good bye.
- Bye.

Good evening.

You scared me there.

Not that late after all.

- What a stench!
- I know.

I'm burning an old bench
and I guess there was still varnish on it.

That's not good for the environment.

I know.

Oh, would you like some potato goulash?

- Yes, please.
- Okay.

Take a seat and I'll bring you some.

Thanks.

It's delicious.
I wish I always had this after work.

Hannes is a great cook.

- Oh well...
- Why do you need a cook then?

Well, when we have guests,

farming and cooking
is too much for one person.

- But you have no guests now.
- We do.

You.

By the way,
you can stay as long as you like.

The room is vacant anyway.

I have to go back as soon as possible.
I have two children.

Bring them here then.

One goes to school
and the other is in kindergarten.

Well, we have enough space. Right?

And the country is much better
for children than the city.

In the city, the kids all have mobiles
and don't talk to one another.

- But at least there are kids.
- There are kids here, too.

I can't name any right now,
but we can change that.

Just joking.

As club president, I suggest
we pay for a funeral wreath for Huber.

With a ribbon saying:

"Forever in our thoughts.
Your hunting club buddies."

- Amen.
- I'm not in.

- Moron. Why not?
- It's simple.

The club won't exist for much longer
and I want nothing to do with you two.

That's the way it's done. End of story.

Guggenbauer...

You don't tell me how things are done,
you bastard.

Take it back.

Or you'll kill me too?

Easy, Flattacher, okay?

Or we'll have a falling out
and then I'll stuff you.

- You wouldn't dare...
- The hell I would, fuckhead!

- Harry, let it be.
- Moron.

He's just a poor sod.

He's alone too much.

It makes you paranoid.

You should have married.

- Do something!
- Like what? They've lost their minds!

Stop it! Stop it, you fucking idiots!

Here. Perfectly rolled.

- It's got really cold, huh?
- Yes.

My aunt would like to invite us over
for dinner this weekend.

Treichel will be there, too.

Let's see...

Don't you want to come?

I don't know yet.

Why?

I'm not into couple's dinners.

Come on, Betti.

It's just a dinner.

We don't have to marry.

Heaven forbid!

But the two of us...

Wouldn't we be a good team
if we ran the farm?

I think you're really nice, Hannes.

But I want to see the world
before I settle down.

And your father
was going to sell the farm anyway.

No.

- He certainly won't.
- Why not?

The farm is just hard work.

Other things are hard work, too.

No.

I'll grow old here.

I don't think so.

I will.

Don't you feel like you're missing out?

Definitely not.

I did my civilian service in Klagenfurt.

That was quite enough for me.

I think it's nice here,
but I won't mind leaving either.

Good night.

I'll let you know about dinner.

You're like little children.

Stay here, Flattacher.
I have to get this on record.

Nothing serious happened.

Everything's all right.
They shouldn't have called you.

We just had a little discussion.
I'm driving home, too.

No, you're not.

You have no licence and if you did,
I'd have to take it off you.

It's bad enough you drove here.

- How do I get home now?
- I'll text Hannes.

I can drive you.

Absolutely not. Come on, I'll drive you.

I'm not allowed to drive you.

Gretl, another schnapps for me.

- How will you get back?
- In his car.

Then he won't be tempted again.

Can you drive an automatic?

Come.

Bye.

Weinisch, I have some questions for you.

So what happened? Who started the fight?

- They were totally wasted.
- I saw that.

Police Station Obervellach.

This is... This is my boss!

Will he... Will he survive?

I don't know. His injuries are serious.

We'll know more by tomorrow.

What happened?

Someone shot at us.

Treichel collapsed.

And so I released the handbrake.

His arm and nose are broken.

My nose was already broken.

Martina!

Someone...

shot at your father's car.

He's all right, but...

Treichel is badly injured.

Why was Treichel in his car?

Your father was so drunk
and Treichel was taking him home.

- You should've called me.
- I did.

You didn't pick up.

I was already asleep.

How is Mr Treichel?

Not good.

He was shot in the head.

We don't know if he'll survive.

Don't you want to come in?

No.

Maybe there'll be a miracle.

Tell me...

do you have any idea

what the fight with Flattacher was about?

No, I don't know.

But Flattacher definitely has
nothing to do with the accident.

- You're sure of that?
- Yes.

See you.

All the best...

- Good morning.
- Morning.

I'm so sorry about Mr Treichel.

Thank you.

He was such a nice person.

He is a nice person.

Of course. Sorry.

Here.

We have a psychologist
in Klagenfurt for cases like this.

- Do you want to contact him?
- No, thanks.

I have enough people here to talk to.

The forensic report says that there's only
Guggenbauer's DNA on the threatening note.

That means the sender
was either extremely thorough,

or he wrote it himself.

Who owns firearms here?

I'm really sorry about Treichel.

Shit happens, right?

It's only meant as a warning shot
and then the wrong guy gets the bullet.

What did you do after the meeting?

Drove around.

- Where to?
- Up and down the valley.

- I drove around.
- Driving around is no alibi.

You knew Guggenbauer was on his way home.

- Me and the others.
- But you don't like him.

Nonsense. They want to get rid of me.

Who's "they"?

Everyone. Including you two.

Where is your rifle?

- We'll take them to our lab.
- I need them. I'm a hunter.

We just want to find out what happened.
You can help us or not.

I don't see why I should help you.

Good bye.

How many have to die
before you arrest Flattacher?

- Treichel isn't dead.
- Good for him.

Is it legal to shoot wood grouse?

Occasionally, yes.
But this one's from Romania.

The Carinthian cocks are
much more handsome, with longer "tails".

But we can't get them, can we, babe?

Acham, not babe.

They sure killed the wrong guy.

Actually, people round here
are really nice.

Well, I don't think
killing each other is nice.

Treichel isn't dead, for God's sake.

Sorry.

Get well soon.

Please.

It'd be nice if you'd come round anyway.

You and Betti.

It'll be a nice distraction.

Betti doesn't want to.

What?

Why?

I don't know.

I don't think she wants anything steady.

Is that why you're so grumpy?

Maybe she just needs some time.

After all, it's not much fun
round here right now.

Did you notice anything?

At your father's deer stand?

No.

Why?

Just asking.

Are you tired?

Yes.

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

I take these when I can't sleep.

I saw Treichel today.

And? How is he?

The doctors don't think he'll wake up.

- Morning, ladies.
- Hi.

- Morning.
- Here.

- Here's my rifle.
- Thanks.

But I can tell you:
I didn't shoot at myself.

But what kind of gun was it?

Do I look like a guns expert?

You'll have to find out yourself.

Not me. Our lab. But thanks anyway.

Stay off the booze for a bit.

How do you see your future here?

No idea. I don't think about it too much.

In my eyes, you've got a motive.

You want to marry and your father-in-law
is selling off your future.

Me and marrying?

Did Hannes say we were getting married?

Can you shoot?

I don't know. I've never tried.

Okay.

Thanks. You can go.

- I thought they were a couple.
- So did I.

Have you ever shot?

Use of a dangerous weapon?

Never.

- Have you?
- No. Me neither.

Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday...

Gretl, I have to expose Guggenbauer
before he kills me, too.

And sells the hunting ground.

If you have a hunch, tell the police.

- The police are in bed with him.
- Nonsense!

Talk to them
before someone kills you too. Or me.

They won't kill you. People like you.

People liked Huber, too.

- Well...
- Here. I made them myself.

With my own home-grown weed.
They're good for anxiety.

Stop it. Get that stuff away from me.

It's probably for the best.

What does that mean?

The drugs intensify your inner emotions.

And you're so negative right now,
they might cause psychosis.

Me and psychosis? You know what?

- Ouch!
- Give the cookies to your hunter buddies.

I love you, too.

I know I promised you.

But you'll come here
for the weekend with Grandma.

I'll show you around
and then we can play mini golf. Okay?

Okay. See you, Lisa darling.

The mini golf course
is completely overgrown. You can't use it.

- Sandwich à la Provence.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry.

- Sometimes you just have bad luck.
- Yeah, that's how it is.

We're not always lucky.

We can try it again soon,
before we meet at the notary.

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Never mind. We're just here for a walk.

Go and check.

Very good binoculars.

- And?
- Just a hiker.

What?

"Where do you come from?"

From the barn.

Come on, Hannes.

Hannes?

Gretl!

- You have to help me.
- Not now.

I have to prepare the funeral food.
You should get changed.

I've bought roses for the grave.
You have to come today.

- Listen to me now!
- Not now, for God's sake!

Give this to Acham
if anything happens to me.

What should happen to you?

Just in case. Everything will be okay.

Come here.

You make so worried.

Okay. See you later.

My pretty.

They surgically removed
the projectile today.

You have to wake up soon.

I've brought a cake for you.

But they didn't allow me
to bring it in here.

The nurse was happy to eat it.

I miss you so much.

And...

It's Huber's funeral today.

Here, Arco. Good boy.

Good boy.

So, boy,
you have to take good care of the house.

I'll be away for a while.

Bye.

Are you taking the pills?

Yes.

Don't let it get you down.

Think of your farm.

Think of your future.

You still have your whole life
ahead of you.

I don't want to go to the funeral.

But you have to.

Here's to you, Huber.

- To Huber.
- Cheers. Here's to Huber.

God rest his soul.

- I'll have another.
- Where's Hannes?

- Taking Ms Huber home.
- Good.

Flattacher didn't even come
to the funeral.

- Proof of his guilty conscience.
- He stops at nothing.

Those two policewomen are so incompetent,
they'll never convict him.

He'll get what he deserves.

Flattacher is what he is:

A total loser.

No wonder no woman wants him.

Or would you like to cuddle with him?

Can I have one of those cookies?

I'll have one, too.

- Me too.
- And another rum, please.

A plate of cookies coming up.

Is that Hannes?

And that's his mother.

Excuse me.

Hello?

It's half past eight.

We're in the same time zone, believe me.

That... That means that Grandma is right
and you have to brush your teeth now.

Good night. Kisses.

She doesn't want to go to bed.

You're my senior, but I'm the older one.
Shall we switch to first names?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Ilse.
- Martina.

There weren't many people
at Huber's funeral today.

All his friends were there.
Except for Flattacher.

Isn't it odd?

He really did like Huber.

Didn't you ever want to leave this place?

I did leave.

I always wanted to be a police officer
and live in Vienna.

So I went to Vienna
and went to the police academy.

But soon after my graduation,
my sister fell ill.

And I felt that
I had to take care of Hannes.

- How old was he then?
- Five.

And you didn't want to have children?

I did.

Yes.

I don't know. Somehow it didn't happen.

The right man wasn't around.

You don't have much choice here.

What happened
to the father of your children?

He's available. You can have him.

Well...

- You're not from Carinthia, are you?
- No.

Not again.

- What happened?
- He fainted. He saw a ghost.

What?

Martina.

How long has he been missing?

He came here this morning.

He wanted to get changed
and come to the funeral.

I don't think he planned to come.

You're just as prejudiced as
all the others here. Including the priest.

They say Flattacher should be arrested
and claim he's a murderer.

Well, he does have a motive.

What motive? Not liking Guggenbauer?

Why doesn't he just say where he was
when Treichel was shot?

And the thing about the ibex?

Why do we have
to worm everything out of him?

- He has no alibi, Gretl.
- I also have no alibi.

I have to use the loo.

Flattacher told me to give you this
if anything happens to him.

- What's in the other box?
- My weed.

And he does have an alibi for the night
when Treichel was shot.

- He was with me.
- Why didn't you say before?

We don't want everyone to know.

But Martina is your friend.

Yes, that's right. But...

Please, find Flattacher.

- I'll do my best.
- Okay...

- Shall we?
- Good night.

See you.

Bye.

Maybe we have two perpetrators.
But then again...

That overcomplicates things a bit.

Flattacher is the only one with a motive.

Your nephew has a motive, too.

But he's not a hunter.

- Can he shoot?
- No.

It never interested him.

These are photos taken by Flattacher.

Gretl gave it to me.

Gretl?

To you?

I want to develop them.

Okay. But where?

Hi, Arco. Hi.

Yes, Mr Weinisch and me.

Exactly.

Yes.
I'm really looking forward to it, too.

Exactly, at 5:30.

That's fine.

And afterwards we'll go to the notary.

Right. Fantastic. Great.

And? What do you want from me?

Don't take my father to the meeting
with the Hungarian guy.

It won't make a difference.
Your father will sign anyway.

- He's selling the farm. They have a deal.
- I'll pay you.

- How much do you want?
- I don't need your money.

- Your father's paying enough.
- I'll pay more.

Forget it!

Come on, Harry.

I want to keep my farm.

What do you want to do on the farm,
all alone?

Who says I'll be alone?

- Maybe I'll marry someone.
- Who?

- Betti?
- Yes.

- Why not?
- Hannes...

Your father is selling the farm

to buy a flat for him and Betti in Grado.

That's the reality.

- Have you lost it?
- No, not me.

But you still don't get it, huh?

Betti is having an affair with your dad.

Everyone else can see it.

Shut your mouth. Why are you talking crap?

I'm telling you because I like you.

I don't want them to mess you around.

Look, they told you
Betti was in Munich, right?

And, officially,
we were at the car fair in Villach.

- Yes.
- Well, the three of us were in Grado.

What?

Here, look.

Betti and your father at the beach.
Betti and your father snogging.

Betti and your father having a spritzer.
Look, I did this. Nice, isn't it?

Betti and your father
in their future flat.

Betti and your father being lovey-dovey,
Betti and your father etc., etc.

So forget the bird and leave me alone.

Come on. Get lost.

Betti's a tart anyway.

That's enough!

Calm down now, you idiot.

Harry, come on. Where are you? Pick up.

Betti.

Betti!

Weinisch isn't answering.
You have to take me there or I'll be late.

Come on. Did you hear me?

- Okay.
- Good.

- And?
- I can't really make anything out.

- I'll have to blow them up.
- How long will that take?

Martina?

Martina, look.

Just what I suspected.

Hello?

THE CARINTHIAN IBEX

These are Hannes' plans.
He wanted to remodel the farm.

Do you think
they're in the national park again?

Weinisch hasn't gone to the national park?

I told you it'd go smoothly this time.

Perfect shoulder shot. Excellent.

Well done.

Put down your rifle.

Hannes?

What are you doing?

Get lost, you whore.

And take that wanker with you.

Move it!

Betti. Betti!

Now your Betti's gone.

- But...
- I won't let you fuck me over anymore!

Hannes, it's no use.

Shut up!

Do you want to ruin your life?

Hannes...

Hannes, stop it.

Come on, let's talk.

We'll find a solution. Okay?

The two of us
have always stuck together, huh?

- Freeze! Freeze!
- Hannes!

Stop!

Freeze!

- What's the matter?
- You go on. I'm afraid of heights.

Please, wait. Wait, please.

No, don't do it!

Please!

Don't do it. It won't change anything.

Please, stay with me.
Hannes, don't do it. Please.

Please. I need you. Please.

What would I do without you?

Take my hand, okay?