01x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

Pick up already.

You g*dd*mn son-of-a-b*tch!

Come on, boy.

Come on!

Open your eyes, please.

Six liters, please.

You can't go in. Please wait outside.

INTENSIVE CARE UNI

Call that coffee?

He's alive.

Holy mother of God.

It was a close call.

We intubated him

and put him in an artificial coma.

-Will he be okay?

-He's young.

Let's be cautiously optimistic.

Would you like to see your son now?

Yes.

He's in the ICU.

Follow me.

You can talk to him.

We don't know what he can hear.

Don't be afraid. The machines

make it look worse than it is.

We could have resolved this

like real men.

Damn it, Mark, a real man wouldn't

hang himself for something like that.

And what the hell

is with this suicide note?

Are you some six-year-old girl?

I swear, if you think

you can just die on me

But what do I know?

"I would like to formally apologize

for what I've done.

I couldn't stand

being different anymore.

Surely, no one would have

accepted me as I am.

g*y and a drag queen.

I would have lost everything.

My job, my life, my future.

But maybe I'm just a pathetic coward."

sh*t, Mark.

"I would also like to make a confession.

I am the m*rder*r

of Sugar Candy and Lady Lovelyn.

Yes, you heard that right.

I pushed Sugar Candy

down a flight of stairs

and I beat Lady Lovelyn to death."

What the heck?

"I'm so sorry

for what I've done to everyone.

I don't deserve to live,

and I ask for forgiveness."

You don't believe this yourself.

It's bullshit!

Young man, where are you going?

I'm looking for Mark Solowski,

Nurse Sylvia.

Wasn't he just admitted here?

You can visit Mr. Solowski tomorrow

during normal visiting hours,

if you are a relative of his.

Listen.

I have to see him.

And I really need to lose 10 kilos.

But that's not happening either.

Only relatives can see Mr. Solowski

as long as he's in the ICU.

Could you tell me

how long he'll stay in the ICU,

if you'd be so kind?

Well, only the good Lord knows.

sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t!

Hey, baby.

No, I'll I'll be home soon.

I have one small thing left to do.

Okay, I'll see you soon.

So, what does your magic ball say?

Nothing good.

Had a bad day too?

Who should I beat up?

Watch it, cowboy.

Why should your day

be crossed off the calendar?

When I was a little boy,

there was a dog in our neighborhood.

A Jack Russell with a cut tail.

He lived in a doghouse,

on a short chain.

They fed him moldy bread

and beat him and kicked him.

I walked past him every day.

I called him 'Pirate'.

Pirate?

He only had one eye.

I'd secretly throw him my lunch.

But I didn't dare to steal him

or to call the police.

Eventually,

I just pretended the dog was fine

and walked on the other side

of the street,

so I wouldn't hear his whining.

Out of sight, out of mind.

That's right.

One day, I noticed how quiet it was

on the other side of the street.

So I stopped and crossed the street.

Pirate lay there in his doghouse.

The flies were already feasting

on his little dead body.

All because I'd let the little guy down.

Stupid mutt.

My partner tried to k*ll himself.

Stupid boy.

If he wasn't half dead already, I'd

I'm really sorry.

Mark, baby!

I'm back!

What are you doing here?

Sharry, it's me, Bruno.

You're my boy's boss.

I hardly recognized you.

You've got a nice mustache,

like his father.

You know what? Let's have a drink.

Mark!

Mark, baby, your boss is here!

Mark?

Where is my boy?

Did you see or hear anything at all?

Was there someone here?

Think, Sharry, this is important.

No.

I made him fruit loops for dinner.

Everything was as it always was.

Oh God, my baby

If he dies

Mark's a tough kid.

He'll be fine.

I'll take care of it.

Scumbag.

You're still up.

Working late again?

We had a call.

Again?

Runaway pensioner.

I almost died.

I really wanted pistachio ice cream.

Pistachio ice cream and chips.

What a disgusting combination.

-You're the world's meanest husband.

-I know.

But take a look.

My favorite cookies.

Am I still a horrible husband?

You're the best.

My God!

You're so mean.

It's horrible, Bruno.

It's terrible, man.

Ma'am, we need to talk.

You can say that again.

-Peters?

-Yes.

Sorry, Bruno.

That's Sugar Candy's necklace.

A cleaner found it

in Solowski's desk drawer.

What?

What's that necklace doing

in Mark's desk?

Only the k*ller can have it.

That's right.

The k*ller has the necklace.

Exactly as you claimed.

But that's horseshit.

What's the kid got to do

with the murders?

Ma'am,

I think Solowski is in danger.

Klöpel, do you understand

what I'm saying?

Solowski is suspected of being involved

in the murders

of Sugar Candy and Lady Lovelyn.

A suicide attempt in drag,

the necklace in his desk

How could you have missed that?

He was right in front of your nose.

You're making a big mistake.

Bruno!

Bruno, wait.

-Wait, Bruno!

-Something is wrong.

How did that damn necklace

end up in Mark's desk drawer?

-What are you going to do?

-I have proof.

I know where the k*ller hides his car.

Bruno

I'm coming with you.

If anything can exonerate Mark,

we have to look into it.

I also don't believe he did anything.

Of course he didn't.

Mark can't even piss

when someone stands next to him.

Is that the one?

Yes, this is where that scumbag

hid his little secret.

-Do you know his name?

-No.

The b*stard covered up his tracks well.

What the hell?

Goddammit.

Come on.

Let's go.

We're in for another scorcher today.

Pack your swimwear and do nothing.

There's no cool weather in sight.

Another coffee?

Yes, please.

Thanks.

Someone's f*cking with me.

The guy must know that I'm on to him.

Why else clear out the garage?

Listen, we'll find that son-of-a-b*tch.

Nancy and I are on your side.

Since when is Nancy on my side?

You all right?

Yeah.

Just fine.

Sure doesn't look like it.

When's the last time you had some sleep?

You know what?

Go home and get some proper rest.

What good will it do Mark

if you collapse too?

That f*cking desk drawer.

Somebody must've placed

the necklace there on purpose.

But who has access to our desks?

Only the precinct officers.

That's right, yeah.

Only we have access.

So one of us did it.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I should catch an hour's sleep.

Yeah.

Sure.

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Oh, no.

I need to talk to you.

You've got to be kidding.

Don't you want to know

what happens to your friends' k*ller?

-Not bad for

-a tr*nny?

I was going to say,

for a tiny dwarf.

Want another one?

I guess I deserve it.

You sure changed your tune.

We've got "company".

Oh, dear.

You got what you wanted.

We're leaving.

But don't think you're rid of us.

Your Lady Lovelyn knew something

and that's why she had to die.

Why don't you do me a favor

and f*ck off?

Stop it, honey. He's not worth it.

He's off his head though,

showing up here.

The scumbag who k*lled

Sugar Candy and Lovelyn

My little partner, Mark.

That sweet kid?

-Is he dead?

-No.

He's not dead.

I found him just in time.

Now I need your help.

Not for me, but maybe for the boy.

He's a decent guy.

And he's one of you.

One of us?

What business is it of ours?

I think the m*rder*r

can be seen in this photograph.

Maybe one of you saw him before.

Please.

Fine, show me.

I don't recognize anyone. You?

Me neither.

Nobody, really?

I know him.

Who?

Which one?

Him.

Are you sure?

Yes, we went on a date.

About a year ago.

Not here. In the city.

He picked me up from home

and we went to some sleazy hotel.

We had sex.

He was really quite nice and I'd

have liked to have seen him again,

but he didn't want to.

You're absolutely sure it was him?

Yes.

Bruno?

Hi, Dan.

What a surprise.

Come in.

Want a beer?

I won't say no to that.

Where's the lady of the house?

She's at her pregnancy yoga class.

It's supposed to help with the delivery.

And you're partying after?

We're having some friends over.

The baby should be coming soon.

Nice place you've got here.

Thank you.

We like it a lot.

You must be very happy.

You've got it all.

A beautiful wife, a house,

a baby on the way,

a nice job.

And in your free time,

you've got your hobbies, right?

Indeed.

We could go bowling with our colleagues.

Or tinker with our cars.

Sounds good.

Speaking of cars

I didn't know you owned a Firebird.

Honey?

What the hell?

Stop that right now!

Are you nuts?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Attacking a colleague?

Have you gone completely insane?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You're looking at the m*rder*r.

Right in front of your nose.

Dan, do you want to press charges?

No, that's not necessary.

I'm going back to work.

As for you

You know what this means.

I warned you.

I'm finally rid of you.

You're making a f*cking mistake.

Klöpel,

you're no longer

in control of your faculties.

Completely mad.

It's over.

Hand in your badge and your g*n.

And the keys to your car.

The sun is shining,

the sky dressed up

in its brightest blue.

The birds are chirping so loudly

that Bruno would love to wring

all their little necks.

The perfect summer

is kicking him in the butt.

What's left of Boom Boom Bruno?

Nobody needs him.

He's no hero.

And he's no longer a cop.

He's just a lonely man.

Have a good day. See you tomorrow.

-One bottle of corn schnapps.

-Sure.

Bruno.

Here you are.

Hey, kid.

We're on our way to the pound.

Kasper gets to pick a dog.

Wanna join us?

Wanna take another ride

in the patrol car?

In Bruno's police car?

Not today, kid.

Maybe some other time.

Did something happen?

No.

Everything's fine.

Really, Bruno?

Is it about your colleague?

-Everything's fine.

-Doesn't look like it.

You know what?

I don't need your f*cking sympathy.

I just want to drink my booze in peace.

Is that so hard to understand?

Okay.

Come on, Kasper.

sh*t.