01x04 - Protokolle der Angst

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INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY.

EVENTS, PEOPLE, NAMES, AND LOCATIONS
HAVE BEEN CHANGED.

- Crab.
- Sprats.

Salmon.

- Burger.
- Pike.

Pike? Pike isn't a fish roll filling.

- Extra point for me. Seven-six.
- I've had pike on a fish roll.

I caught one when I went ice-fishing
in Canada. What about "burger"?

- A fish burger.
- Well, then say "fish burger".

Fine. Let's change the word group.

Two points deducted for repetitions.

Positive terms for women.

- Positive?
- Yes.

- Nun.
- Mother.

Suffragette.

Virgin.

- Mattress.
- Mattress? I don't get it.

Everyone likes to lie on a good mattress.

Nonsense. And what's "suffer-get"?
That can't be positive!

Suffragettes! Women's rights activists
from the start of the century.

Women's libbers?
No, thanks! An extra point for me.

Enjoy licking Alice Schwarzer's
fish roll on your mattress.

No room. Your fat mom's already on it.

There.

DEADLOCK

HAMBURG STATE CRIMINAL POLICE OFFICE

- Why don't you come down for the send-off?
- Am I invited?

The whole department is invited.

I think you're onto something.

You should've said it in the meeting.

Tillich's just not interested.
There's no point fighting it.

Just avoid confrontation?
No wonder you got so far so young.

Thanks.

But it's more that I know
which battles are worth fighting.

Can I see what you've got on the case?

Be my guest.

Coffee?

We have to take this to the DA.

- Over Tillich's head?
- Yes.

Over Tillich's head.

I'll make the coffee.

What do you think?

- I think the case is interesting.
- So we'll get a search warrant?

- No.
- What do you mean? You said…

I'd give you the warrant,
but I have my own Tillich. He decides.

Ms. Langenbeck,

are you sure your case has merit?

If I take us to see Methuselah, that's it.

- Yes.
- We only have one attempt.

Yes, I'm sure.

I've got enough for reasonable suspicion.

- Is this a worthwhile fight?
- I hope so.

What kind of jail is this
where you can have lady visitors?

It's a minimum-security prison.

I've got lots of friends here too.

I'd still rather see your naked a*s
in the sand.

Have you… booked the flights?

I still don't think
it's a good idea for us to leave early.

What if you want to come back to Germany?

What if you want to see your son?

- You won't ever be able to return.
- I've got nothing here anymore.

I don't want any of those crazy women
to go pinning anything on me.

Who knows what's going on
in their stupid noodles?

By the way…

Why am I handcuffed to this?

I've prepared a little something.

A little surprise.
Something you always wanted to try.

Don't do anything stupid, Raik.

- Trust me, sweetheart.
- Don't call me "sweetheart".

Sorry. I didn't expect that.
I thought we had a chance.

It wasn't your fault. Still a good idea?

- Gambling debts are debts of honor.
- You bet on this?

Methuselah's granddaughter
is doing an internship here.

She's always batting her eyes at me.
Maybe I should respond.

Shouldn't be hard.
She's already a spinster.

- Wait, that's pretty mean.
- Yes… a bit.

I want a rematch on Saturday.

- You have a moral objection?
- Yes, a bit.

Isn't it important we don't just do
anything to obtain justice?

What's wrong? Anton will compliment her,
take her out for coffee. Nothing sinister.

He won't rob her
of her virginity or lock her in a cellar.

- Sorry.
- What's your strategy?

What happens
when the case starts to affect you?

I'm aware that my emotions don't matter.

I'm working on procedures.
They're part of my duties.

What's the procedure here?

Finding evidence
to convict Doormann of m*rder.

- Exactly. Before he makes a run for it.
- You think he would? He'd risk his parole?

He saw Margot Kessler in court.

He can't continue to assume all police are
idiots who can't put two and two together.

Right, are you ready
to receive your punishment?

So this is what you mean
by "minimum security".

Raik, you dirty little swine.

Okay, but not so many.

- The guard's okay.
- This one.

You at the back on the right.

- Him?
- Yes.

- You at the back left.
- The tall one?

Exactly. And finalmente…

The older gentlemen at the front.

- Thanks to the others. No offense.
- Come on. Out you go. Out.

Keep going.

These are the rules of the game.

You can watch. You can jerk off.

- Yes.
- But you can't touch me.

Only Chief Guard Doormann can.

No false modesty, gentlemen.
Trousers down.

Go on. You heard the lady.

Who do you think you are?

You're a woman,
so you can do what you want?

- If I could…
- No, you can't.

I knew you'd go behind colleagues' backs.
That's how you got here.

Sit your a*s back down, Burmeister.

You might be able to sweet-talk the DA,

but if you dare go behind my back again…

I'd advise you
to come back with both bodies.

Otherwise…

Balbek, Burmeister,
bring this Doormann in for questioning.

SEARCH WARRANT

Confront him with what Ms. Langenbeck
will hopefully have found.

While I oversee the searches,

you collect Doormann from prison
and take your time with the questioning.

So no one in prison
can inform him about the searches.

- Exactly.
- Okay.

Let's go then.

Burmeister, what's up?

Got a flat.

My ex probably took out the tools
to make more room for clothes

on her last shopping trip.

Women. I'll go in.
They'll have something I can use.

Cigarette?

I don't care what Raik got up to.

All that sex stuff…
I always found that disgusting.

Excuse me, could you be more careful?
Can you tell your people…

So you're sure you haven't
seen either woman?

These women left their men.
But I'm still married.

- I don't have to say anything to you.
- But you're getting divorced.

Why?

So you don't care at all that your husband
might have k*lled these women?

Of course I do.

I hope you find these women
alive and well somewhere else.

But I also care that you're in the process
of destroying my family's property.

And that I might lose my job
and kids are pointing at my son at school.

Who do you think I'm protecting here?

Do you have children, Inspector?

Don Klaus recommended
the Pacific coast to me.

Yes, Don Klaus knew his way around.

But for diving, I prefer the Caribbean.

We were in Puerto Viejo de Talamanca once
looking for treasure.

With my help,
he caught a sea bass this size.

The size of it!
One of his last big catches.

Damn cancer.
Guys like that deserve a better end.

He wanted to put a shotgun to his head
and… bang, like Hemingway.

When I visited him
in the hospital at the end…

He was screaming like a little child.

What was that?

There's a peregrine falcon up there.

- I'm trying to catch its spirituality.
- Leave the bird to its freedom.

And make sure you get your own back.

If you help us, then I'm the last person
who'd begrudge you going to Costa Rica.

Yes, I'm always happy to help.

What do you want to know?

- Ready?
- A short break.

Shall I help, boy?

We'd be on the road in no time.

No. Against regulations.

This isn't some Sunday drive with friends.
We're officials.

- That's a cadaver dog.
- So?

It doesn't bark without reason.

- I need a jackhammer.
- Are you insane?

You can't just rip up my house.

Yes, I can.

How's it looking at the holiday home?

Nothing useful here, really.

Just some preserving jars
with half-dissolved stuff inside.

One could be
a naked mole-rat or something.

- What's happening there?
- The cadaver dog barked.

I'm opening up the bunker floor.

That sounds good. Good luck.

I'll contact you if we find anything.

I said, call your mother,
I'm sure she's worried

that you just disappeared.

But Cornelia
always bitched about her mother.

They say lots of daughters
have that problem, but why did Cornelia?

Pat on the back for changing the tire?

The cadaver dog barked in your house.

They're in my house?

They're breaking up the floor.
It's your last chance to confess.

The dog barked in the house?

In the bunker.
So you buried the bodies in your home.

If I want to bury bodies,
young man, I go to a cemetery.

If you cooperate,
it could reduce your sentence.

I'm a furrier. You can imagine
what I store down there.

No wonder the dog barked. There are
rotten animal remains everywhere.

Dogs can tell the difference.

- It can't.
- It can.

I don't believe that.

The smell was on the old mattress too.

That old thing? I got that
second-hand at an estate sale.

Someone's grandma probably died on it.

Ms. Langenbeck.

But of course you're here too.

All this is probably
your initiative, right?

- And?
- Where did you get the postcards?

Friends brought them back
from their vacations.

I collect them. I love the world.

You got Cornelia Kessler and Irmgard Lübke
to write these cards and you sent them.

I… I didn't do anything.

It's all in your head.

In yours, in Elke's, Mrs. Kessler's.

She went mad, because her daughter
doesn't want to talk to her.

And Elke, I probably f*cked
her brains out too much.

What do I know?

Do your job.

Find them and ask them.

And check the stamps on the postcards.
Was I in those countries at that time?

Someone will come clean
about you giving them the postcards.

Can I talk to you alone, Ms. Langenbeck?

Why?

If you want.

That won't be necessary.

And? What do you want?

Have a cigarette, Nela.
You smoke sometimes.

- It's nice and relaxing.
- Ms. Langenbeck to you, Mr. Doormann.

Fine, Ms. Langenbeck.

Do you know where I first saw you?
At Ludwig Lübke's. In his garden.

I saw you. You didn't see me.
But I saw you there with a cigarette.

Wearing that old rake's nice fur coat.

I thought
he'd got himself a younger model.

You know
I was there in an official capacity.

Mr. Lübke lent me the coat for the garden.

- You liked the coat? The soft fur.
- I'm not into fur coats.

Everyone who's worn a good fur coat,

strokes that soft fur
and succumbs to the feeling.

- Trying to sell me a coat?
- No.

Everyone has hidden desires, yearnings…

That they suppress or have no idea
there's something slumbering within them,

like a bear in hibernation.

Some of us have moments in life
where these desires consume us.

Others even have one or more opportunities
to live out these desires…

But end up not doing so.

Don't beat around the bush.

What do you want?

It's such a shame I can't call you Nela,
Ms. Langenbeck.

Nela means steadfast, right?

Child of the sun too.

When you stood there in old Lübke's garden
in the fur coat with a cigarette,

you had this look.

This look of yearning.

And that's not what happiness looks like.

You were only on duty
to chaperone the old dog.

But then you noticed
how you were merging with the fur coat.

No woman can escape
this feeling in the long run.

Real animal fur is unique.

One works hard, achieves something great
as a woman, and gets no thanks for it.

I don't imagine that you are
really accepted by all those men.

Don't you ever desire a different life?

A longing to be pampered as a woman.

The luxury that loving men
can give a woman.

Doesn't steadfast Nela,
also long for soft fur

and a man like Ludwig…

To treat her like a child of the sun?

I saw the way Ludwig looked at you
through the glass, pressed up against it.

What was going through his head?

A yearning.

A yearning to spend the short time
he has left with a new woman.

A young woman.

Who would give him back some of his youth.

Something that money can't buy.

You can just make women happy with it,
and they bestow that happiness on us.

In that moment, when you stood there,
we could all have started over.

Lübke's money would have
been enough for us all.

For me, for Elke, for him,
and for you, his new woman.

That was the opportunity
to realize his yearning.

Let go.

Ludwig's first wife and Cornelia

jumped at the chance
for a new life and new experiences.

Those left behind
rarely accept their abandonment.

And Elke wanted it too.

But then she got cold feet.

That's the only reason we're here now.

The only crime here…

Is that of not grasping at happiness
with both hands.

Don't think I don't know
what you're trying to do.

Blathering on to confuse
and distract from your crimes.

But that won't work with me.

It will, because I speak the truth,
as you well know.

The echo will remain,
even if you no longer hear my words.

Like tracks in the snow that are covered
in fresh snow, but are still there.

Your interrogation will continue.

I'll fetch my colleagues.

I don't think we'll crack
Doormann through interrogation.

He enjoys his stories too much.
We need something else.

If we don't find a body or other evidence
in either of the houses…

sh*t.

But there has to be stuff somewhere.
We just haven't found where he stores it.

Tillich's going to enjoy dissecting you.

What's worse is we have to send
Doormann back to Grassbor tomorrow.

He'll use the first opportunity
he gets to go abroad…

So, what now?

I still have one idea. Cheers.

Have a nice evening. Bye.

- Evening.
- Evening.

Thanks for coming in so late.

To have a nice tipple
in the evening, happy to.

To what do I owe the honor
of being invited up to Homicide?

Did you put the note
"not missing" in Cornelia Kessler's file?

- Yes. I wrote that.
- Why?

I…

Received information
that Cornelia Kessler was in Colombia.

Who did you get this information from?

"I would like to clarify herewith
that I, Cornelia Kessler, am not missing.

Dear In golf, I've heard about
all the fuss that my mother has made.

I've asked my brother…"

And so on and so on.

Didn't you find it strange
that Cornelia Kessler sent a police letter

to your home address?

We knew each other
from swimming club. Maybe that's why.

Right. Like Raik Doormann.

Was it him who said,

"Leave Conny in peace. She's doing fine.
She's living happy and free now."

Yes.

He said Conny had left.

And that it had been
a mistake with Stephan

and she was living with a rich Colombian
in Switzerland, something like that.

And you just believed him?

Well, now that you put it like that…

I didn't know the two of them that well…

Oh? You didn't know
Raik Doormann that well?

Know what this is?

It's a very popular schnapps.
You'll find it in most police stations.

Often bought in Duty Free as a present.

I think I saw a bottle of it
in Raik Doormann's cabinet bar.

Maybe you brought it back for him
from one of your holidays.

Nope.

Definitely not.

Reading through these postcards,

it doesn't seem as if you're
just casual acquaintances.

Here.

"Hey, boss! So, buddy, how are you?"

Or my favorite.

"I banged some woman with bad sunburn.
She screamed like a banshee."

Are you sure you didn't
bring him back a bottle?

I want to make something clear.

Whatever Raik's thought to have done,
I've got nothing to do with it.

Nothing at all.

I need your help.

- Yes.
- Does Doormann have a storage space?

Locker? Another apartment? Anywhere
where he could store or hide stuff?

I don't know of anything.

Honestly.

But…

I seem to remember he once
said something about a friend,

who rented a garage to him.

I'll write down a few names
that could be the guy.

sh*t.

I'm really drunk.

Come on, quick!

- Hey, Raik.
- If it isn't Inge.

Always turns up when there's
a juicy piece of meat to be had.

- Smells delicious.
- It is delicious. You must try my sauce.

With habanero chilies from Costa Rica.

I dissolved them in beer,
added some honey.

Now I'll spread it
nice and evenly over the meat.

It'll be a dream. Help yourself.

Thanks. Hey, it sounds great,
but I don't have much time.

Margot came into the station.

And…

She reported Conny as missing.

Do you know anything?

- She listed you as an acquaintance.
- Here. Eat.

- The old woman's crazy.
- Do you know anything?

- I can't talk about it.
- What do you mean?

- Do you know where she is?
- She trusted me.

What would you say if you trusted me
with something and I blabbed it all over?

Yes, but, Raik,
she's been reported missing. It's serious.

- Tell me.
- Eat.

It's hot.

So?

- That's damn good.
- Right?

Spicy and sweet. Top notch.

Okay, listen.

She told me that her mother…

Has always interfered in her life.

Some mothers are awful.
They just can't let go.

And that she'd made
a mistake with Stephan.

But now she's made a good catch.

She's met someone new.

Some guy in finance from Switzerland.

With a house in the mountains

and a son in the States
from his first marriage.

I don't feel comfortable
telling you all this.

Hey, now you know,
can't you close the case?

- No. I can't just make it disappear.
- Come on.

I can make a note in the file.

Look, when you next talk to her,
ask her where she's living.

Tell her to get in touch with the police.

- Will do.
- Good.

- So, I've got to run.
- Okay.

No, I'm not drunk.

Yes, I know it's late.

Oh dear.

Hey, your mother's causing trouble.

She filed a missing person's report.

You're going to write a letter to Inge,

saying that they should stop
looking for you and you're doing well.

Why are you looking like that?
The cop Inge, from the swimming club.

We had a barbecue with him once.
What's wrong with you, you piece of sh*t?

Got it?

Right.

Right.

"To the Mohrenhausen Police."

Regarding…

The missing person's report on file. I…

"Cornelia Kessler, would like to clarify
herewith that I am not missing."

You'll write your ID number at the top.

And the address, please?

Could you please take me back now?

I'm tired. I'd like to be taken to bed,
ideally by you, Ms. Langen…

How well did you know Ms. Kessler?

- Not that well.
- The young Ms. Kessler. Cornelia.

Not that well.

So…

- Can we go now?
- Just one minute.

I'd like to understand
how you come to have

a whole garage full of things
that belong to Ms. Kessler

and that were taken from her house.

It must be awful working for the police.

You imagine crime everywhere.

Enlighten us, then.

Okay, fine. Cornelia.

She fell in love.

I promised
not to tell anyone about her new life.

It all moved so fast
with the Colombian guy in Switzerland.

They went mountain climbing together.

It was love at first sight.

Ever experienced that?

- Carry on.
- There isn't anything else.

I stored her things.

In the garage.

She was going
to pick them up at some point.

She didn't want anyone
to get their hands on them.

The beer mugs, for example?

Yes.

- What am I meant to say?
- The truth?

Just for a change.

- Have you ever climbed in the mountains?
- Yes.

The air's so clear.
You get a new lease of life.

He promised me we could go heli-skiing.
He even has his own helicopter.

I'm so happy.

Tell me, Cornelia…

When are you going to pick
these things up from me?

I don't know, really. Bit by bit.

He loves things made in Germany. He's got
style. He values German workmanship.

I may need to get rid of a few things.

I'll tell you
once we've furnished our chalet.

- Yes.
- He's been divorced for four years too.

And I think he's going to ask me
to marry him. I've just got that feeling.

Cornelia, I'm so happy for you.

- The beer mugs.
- Yes.

My goodness…

Congratulations
on making such a good catch.

He sounds like a dream.

Thank you for taking care of this
so quickly and easily.

- No need to thank me.
- No. I don't know who else I could trust.

- Raik?
- Yes?

You're a good friend.

Yes, and I live with Bo Derek.

Wonderful! Bo Derek is a great woman…

Stop telling us
these c*ck-and-bull stories.

Is it really so hard to believe

that I'm just a friendly, reliable friend?

What are you doing with those gloves?

Did you have an intimate relationship
with Cornelia Kessler?

No, I'm afraid I didn't.

I mean, she was hot.
Not like Bo Derek, of course…

But… of course, I tried
to get together with her. Of course.

But only after the divorce. Not before.

Nothing happened.

We were just friends.

If you didn't have
an intimate relationship

could you explain these photos?

They seem very intimate to me.

Can I please have my asthma inhaler?

What is all this? You know what?
It doesn't prove anything.

It turned her on.
It couldn't be hard enough for her.

The harder the better.

She begged me to do this to her.

That woman had
two completely different sides.

I can name at least
half a dozen people who can confirm

that she couldn't get enough,
just like in these photos.

For some fuddy-duddy,
who likes screwing missionary-style,

this might be a bit shocking…

Or seem repellent or something.

But I can't help it
if people are so uptight.

I want you to say it.

I want you to tell me
how much it turns you on.

Go on.

Say it.

Stop talking nonsense right now.

I've heard enough of it today.

We're putting you in custody now.
You can tell your stories to the bugs.

- Why? Because I did a friend a favor?
- Because you keep talking sh*t.

- It's starting to blow up in your face.
- But I have to go back to Grassbor.

- I've got my things there.
- We'll bring them to you.

Can I at least keep this,
as you're taking everything else?

No, you can't be serious.

I'm not going in here.

I didn't book this.

Well…

It's somehow impressive
how he managed to get

so many people
to play the straw man for him.

I find it more shocking
how naive people are.

Don't you know people
who chew your ear off so much

that you do what they want
just to make them stop talking?

Sure, I do.

They can't all be Cornelia's.

I am helplessly at the mercy
of my master and tormentor.

I beg and plead, but I can do nothing.

I am his prisoner.

I'm seized by naked fear.

What does he intend to do with me?

I have to undress
and I'm tied up with packaging tape.

Everything just hurts now.

My fingers are… almost pinched off,

he ties me up so tightly.

Now I am gagged too.

I'm scared that I will weaken
and my legs will give way.

…also…

And go.

"He's behind me,
rummaging through his tool bag again."

What will he do next?

"Everything is wet.
I'm so terrified I've urinated."

Very good.

Now this here.

And with a bit more conviction.

A bit more… passion would be nice.

"I am an unsatisfied, young woman

on my journey to sexual fulfilment."

Now pull yourself together!

Again.

"Everything is wet.
I'm so terrified I urinated."

And now with a bit more oomph.

"I am an unsatisfied, young woman

on my journey to sexual fulfilment.

Hopefully, I can endure this t*rture.

I can see how he's getting a new whip

out of his case of t*rture tools.

"My fear…"

I didn't do anything.

"…turns… him…"

- "My fear…"
- Stop.

…fulfilment…

Again.

Right.

"My fear turns him on."

How could I be so stupid

as to let myself be lured into this trap?

You have…

Opened up a whole new world
for me with these practices.

I am now really enjoying it.

Meanwhile, at least the clothes pegs
have popped off my n*pples.

A tiny relief,
for which I am already grateful.

However, my fingers, which are tied
pointing upwards, are slowly dying off.

My master has promised me a bath.

"I am very happy about this,
because I smell quite bad."

Good girl.

Very nice.

I'm not getting out of here.

I'm going to die here, right?