01x01 - Frauen, die Pelze lieben

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INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY.

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

- Morning.
- Morning, Dieter.

DEADLOCK

FUR CLOTHING
BEST RANGE OF FURS

DOORMANN FURS

My name is Doormann. Raik Doormann.

I'm a furrier.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Humans and animals
have always had a symbiotic relationship.

Their meat has sustained us,
their milk has quenched our thirst,

and their fur
has kept us warm and protected us.

Kings and emperors wore fur
as a sign of their power.

And me? I created the furs.

Furs were never
subject to mundane fashion trends.

They were timeless. Like diamonds.

And the transformation
of a pelt into a fur is magical.

It's indescribable.

Like the relationships and dreams
of the men and women who wear them.

Those were good times.

THE GREEN PARTY

And then bad taste
started to prevail in our country

and the witch hunt began.

Everything went down the drain.

How could our country
fall into ruin like that?

We furriers were literally
driven out of our homeland

to countries where skilled men
were still considered men

and were valued.

In the Costa Rican flag, red stands for
the warmth and generosity of the people,

but also for the blood spilled
by defenders of the country.

Mr. Doorman, dispense with the emotion.

Excuse me, Your Honor.
Where was I? Costa Rica.

I can smell the fresh coffee there.

And one day, Your Honor, I'll live there.

And if you acquit me,

APRIL 1992: FIRST TRIAL OF RAIK DOORMANN
FOR THE KIDNAPPING OF ELKE BERGER

I'll invite the courtroom
to my finca for a coffee.

Please refrain from remarks like that.

FIVE MONTHS EARLIER

I cleaned your fur especially
and mended it.

Thanks, but the client doesn't like furs.

For political or style reasons?

Don't be offended now.

Cook the cauliflower for dinner.

Bye, sweetie.

Bye.

Is Mom the only one earning money now?

No, not at all.

Hey, your Dad is so clever
that he works a lot less than Mom,

but still earns much more money.

Just imagine you lost your job
and had to play the househusband?

Can you even imagine?

What decent woman would still respect you?

Could you stand your ground?

- Mr. Doormann…
- People today often forget.

But even the cave woman
only respected the caveman

if he caught a mammoth on a regular basis.

Mr. Doormann…

My only fault lay in trying
to lead a respectable life…

Mr. Doormann, that's understandable,
but what we're more interested in

is when money became tight did you try
to get money though alleged crimes?

That means
it's in a good period now, right?

Good. Thanks. I'll be in touch.

- Bye, Dad.
- Hey, Mischa.

Give that to Grandma
and say hello from me.

- Bye, buddy.
- Bye.

Brigitte, I finally had
your mother's horoscope done.

Why, Raik?
You know she doesn't believe in the stars.

Yeah, but the stars believe in her.

This isn't some nonsense
from a women's mag,

it has been carefully worked out
and put together by an expert.

Whether you believe it or not,
there's some food for thought here.

- What are you up to today?
- Fixing the garden gate. It's squeaking.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Yes, it's Raik Doormann.

Nice to hear your voice again.

The reason I'm calling,
your English is good, right?

Two Swedes are about to turn up
about a real estate deal in Costa Rica.

My interpreter's cancelled
and my English is not the Queen's English.

And you like ice cream cake, don't you?

- Hey, Harnisch.
- Raik.

Come in.

- You look well.
- So do you.

You've got rosy cheeks.

Chocolate cake.
It's chocolate cake I like.

But ice cream cake will go down well too.

- Swedes not here?
- They should be here any minute.

- It's been ages.
- I've built myself a nuclear bunker.

You have to see it. It's amazing.

Come on.

Is that the mayor?

Yes, he inaugurated
the bunker personally. Come on.

sh*t, Raik,
it's like going down into hell.

I don't think I could stand it here.

I don't care if there's
a nuclear w*r raging up there.

At least you've got
peace and quiet down here.

It's completely soundproof.

The whole garden
is the bunker's roof, so to speak.

And about there is the barbecue.

You could tidy up now and again.

In there…

What?

I have to show you.

- I bet the mayor didn't crawl in there.
- He almost got stuck.

Come on.

Come on. Or are you a chicken?

Come on.

Here. Look. You have to see this.

It's an old police weapon.

I landed it through their sh**ting club.

Hats off to you. Respect!
Do you sh**t with it?

Sometimes in the woods. I recently
put a dying boar out of its misery.

An act of mercy.

- Why do you need handcuffs?
- Watch.

Look at this. Do you know
how they work? Give me your hand.

Like this. There you go.

Are you crazy?

This is what's going to happen.
There's a piece of paper and a pen.

Write to your wife to say
you've been kidnapped

and it'll cost 300,000 to free you.

Go on. Get writing.

Are you crazy?

Raik?

Raik!

Raik!

Raik, open the door!

Raik!

f*ck you.

You're completely crazy.

Even if you do this,
we don't have a penny.

- What?
- My pension's barely enough to live off.

I still support my son. He's studying.

- Are you kidding me?
- I came over because we're friends.

I thought you might pay me a bit
for this interpreting nonsense.

Raik?

Raik!

Raik!

My God, are you completely crazy?

Raik!

Think this through!

Doormann!

I wrote my son a note saying where I was.
He'll have found it, you smart a*s.

I gave you the person's information
and you said it was a good period.

But now the person told me
it's not a good time for him.

What now?

I chose today's date for the surprise
based on your information!

Lucky period, what do you mean by that?

Does that mean the overall situation?

Or could he get into a certain situation
that he is then lucky to get out of?

sh*t.

sh*t.

I really can't be bothered anymore, Horst.

In this f*cking wasteland here.
I want to go to Costa Rica.

I just want to live again, my God!

Do you understand?

You wouldn't have a cigarette?

Shall we go and have a beer upstairs?

Yes. I wouldn't say no.

Nice and cold.

Get out of here. Go to Costa Rica, Raik.
That's a good idea.

But that sh*t you just pulled? Don't
do that again. Don't chain anyone up.

- You can't tell anyone, right?
- Of course. It's embarrassing for me too.

But no contact between us from now on.

You can send a postcard from Costa Rica.

I'll invite you to my beach.

Mr. Doormann, did you hear the question?

Mr. Doormann?

- Sorry?
- How did you come to blackmail Mr. Lübke?

Your former boss?

I met Irmgard,

his first wife.

And she complained that she'd got
no money at all from Ludwig.

But at least she was rid of him.
He was awful.

Ludwig Lübke got stinking rich during
the good, old days of being a furrier.

And if ever someone deserved

to have something taken from them,
then it's Ludwig Lübke.

- Hello, Lübke speaking.
- Hello, it's me again.

Have you thought about the divorce?
Your wife wants at least 300,000.

300,000?

Is it her again, the lawyer?

Can I speak to Irmgard, please?

I want to speak to her.

She doesn't want to talk to you.
I'm representing your wife.

Let me handle it.

Hello?

- So you represent Irmgard Lübke?
- Yes, exactly.

You must have power of attorney
in writing from Mrs. Lübke.

I'd like to see it.

Shall we meet up in person?

You can put on a high-pitched voice?

If you acquit Raik Doormann,
I'd be happy to visit you in private.

Sorry.

The phone calls weren't getting me
anywhere, so I came up with another plan.

Keep calm, okay?

You wanted to meet me in person.
Put these on. Come on.

I'll drive you somewhere
we can have a nice chat.

- Your voice?
- Keep calm and nothing will happen to you.

Keep calm.

Now through the hatch down there.

Right.

I just want the money, okay?

No one has to get hurt.
You just have to listen.

To my surprise, Elke liked the idea
of pulling a fast one on Ludwig.

They weren't even married. He wasn't
even divorced from his first wife.

In the event of his death,
Elke would get nothing.

- You're not in touch with Irmgard.
- I met her in Tenerife.

Leaving him was the best thing she did.

I'd write that you're treating me well.

Yes.

Get the money.

If you get the 300,000,

nothing will happen to your partner.

No police. I'll be in touch.

Did you know that Ludwig Lübke
called in the police anyway?

Yes. I borrowed my neighbor's dog
a couple of times and watched his house.

Now do a really big pile of sh*t here.

Put some effort in, boy.

The horny old goat.

Can't last a week without a woman.

She was smoking on the terrace
in the finest raccoon fur coat.

Ludwig was opening a bottle in the house.

- Cognac?
- Yes, it could have been cognac.

I don't want to picture
what happened later.

- That b*stard.
- Maybe she was just a maid.

Smoking on the terrace at night?

Was she younger?

Elke… you're more beautiful.

I think our relationship
should remain professional.

I looked at the photos
you left here for me.

- I liked them.
- Yes?

A woman tied up…

Can be pure beauty.

Did you ever have
intimate relations with Elke Berger?

If I had intimate relations
with Elke Berger, then it was…

What do you call it?

…consensual.

The men here will understand when I say,
"A gentleman never tells."

Do you deserve this?

Yes.

I do deserve it.

Can Ludwig still get it up?

No.

Touch me.

How?

Like this?

Make your hands dirty.

Harder.

Hurt me.

When I'm done with you,

Ludwig won't touch you with a bargepole.

I don't want him to anymore. Never again.

- You are Ms. Nela Langenbeck.
- Yes.

You've just been made chief detective
inspector with the Homicide Division.

The first woman
in the Hamburg Homicide Division period.

That's a big deal.

This is an all-male team
and it works well.

I don't know why
you wanted to join Homicide,

but you won't find a husband here.

Got it, boss.

- Hi.
- So, shall we get married?

No, thanks. Once is enough.

Before that you were
in Vice for nine years.

Presumably even harder than Homicide.

Describe how you got involved
in this case and your observations.

From time to time, myself
and other colleagues are called upon

by other departments
to assist victims and their relatives.

So, Mr. Lübke, this is Ms. Langenbeck.

She'll stay here
and be your contact when we leave.

- Nela Langenbeck.
- Ludwig Lübke.

The Robbery Division,
also responsible for kidnappings,

contacted me and I went to Lübke's house.

Thanks, that's fine.
Sit down. I can do that.

Ms. Langenbeck, I'll show you
how to use this device.

You'll have to operate it when we go.

I've worked with it many times before.

Take a seat. It's more
complicated than you'd think.

Get the money. If you get 300,000
nothing will happen to your partner.

No police.

I know the voice. I'm certain of it.

We should go through your photos.
Perhaps you'll recognize the woman.

I'll be in touch.

Ludwig, darling,
please get the money quickly,

so that I can come home.

I'm being well treated.
I've got everything I need.

No, no, that won't do.
Those biscuits are stale.

- That's no good. I'll see…
- I'll do it.

I've got something much better.

I ordered them
from Austria especially. Elke loves these.

Let me do it.

It's creepy
when there's no one in the house.

I mean, it's nice you're here.

- And thank you for cooking.
- My pleasure.

I'm glad the meat's still fresh.

Elke gets it from the good butcher's.

She doesn't like to pay those prices,
but I say, "Why not? Why penny pinch?"

I don't have much time left.

I'd like to have a nice life, to enjoy it.

With Elke.

I wanted to surprise Elke with a trip
to the Caribbean. What do you think?

- About what?
- Do you judge me?

- For what?
- For my nice life.

No.

You've worked hard for it. Enjoy it.

When you have a nice life,
it quickly attracts people's envy.

Sometimes I think I'm to blame
for Elke being kidnapped.

That's nonsense.

Set the table now.

Okay.

This is really delicious, Ms. Langenbeck.

Thank you.

- The meat tastes of…
- Oregano and paprika powder.

Oregano, that's it.

- Irmgard used to cook it like that.
- Your first wife?

We're still married. Yes, that's it.

I guess she left me.

She wanted a different life.

She just left.

One night. Six years ago.

That odd lawyer.

The woman blackmailing you?

I haven't looked
at all the case facts yet.

She asked for money on behalf of Irmgard.

I refused immediately, of course.

No, no. Elke didn't want that.

Although…

I would have given a lot…

If Irmgard had spoken to me herself.

It didn't seem to you that the blackmailer
was really in contact with Irmgard?

- No.
- Or she'd hardly have…

- …kidnapped Elke.
- Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

When Irmgard disappeared
it really affected me.

There was even a rumor

that I'd gotten rid of her myself.

Can you imagine?

Then I had a heart attack.

I was in the hospital…

And that's where I met Elke
and fell in love with her.

I thought you were already asleep.

I couldn't sleep.

Do you want another night cap?

I'm not allowed. I've had
too much today already.

Elke would tell me off.

- I thought you didn't smoke.
- Rarely.

Sometimes at the end
of the day by the door.

If my thoughts
are still circling in my head.

Go ahead, go ahead.

I'll pour you another glass.
You can drink it afterwards.

And then I'll make myself scarce.

- I don't want to be a pain.
- You're not a pain.

Wait.

Just a minute. Stay there.

- Put this on.
- No, I can't.

- Of course. It's cold out.
- The cigarette may burn the fur.

If that was an issue, furriers wouldn't
have made 90 percent of their sales.

Think of all the movie stars…

Floating on the red carpets
in their furs, smoking.

Did you know

pelts are traditionally smoked
before being turned into furs?

So you see…

How language and elegance combine…

In furs and cigarettes.

I found Ludwig Lübke
to be an old-fashioned but thoughtful man,

and I fully believed
his emotional attachment

to the abducted Elke Berger
and his missing wife Irmgard.

I'd like to emphasize that.

May I ask why?

I feel that from the start Raik Doormann's
view and presentation of the case

has been given far too much court time.

- There seems to be a tendency here.
- What tendency?

He's a storyteller,
and, excuse the expression,

he's telling a c*ck-and-bull story,
which denounces his victims.

With all respect to your compassion,

the court will decide
what it does and does not believe.

As it is getting late, we will suspend
the hearing until 9.30 tomorrow morning.

Have a nice evening, everyone.

FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

It's always the same. You invite people
for a BBQ and get them gardening.

Listen, my guests enjoy sausages and beer
until they're fit to burst.

They need a bit
of physical exercise first.

I hope you live up to that.
I could eat a horse.

I've got lamb sausages so tasty

you won't bother with
any other Yugoslavian food after this.

Things are going to hell there.

It's terrible. Neighbor versus neighbor.

I wanted to go down next year. The nudist
beaches on the Adriatic are great.

Yep, they're really good.

If the Yugoslavs have at it now,
it'll be cheap next year.

We're noticing
more and more Yugoslavs arriving.

And you get a family there
who are afraid their son's been k*lled

by Croats or Serbs or who knows who.

And they want to file a complaint.
Totally crazy.

Just makes work for us.

Yeah.

Hey, speaking of work, I saw my old boss
Ludwig Lübke in the supermarket.

I didn't want to talk to him,

but has his wife,
Irmgard, turned up again?

No, I don't think so.

- How long's it been? Five years?
- Yeah.

- I told you his old lady wrote to us.
- Yeah.

Lübke didn't accept it.

Even filed a missing person's report
with us a year later.

What? I didn't know that.
You didn't tell me.

He just couldn't accept his lady

was on some beach
getting on with her life.

But he seems to be over it now.
He was with an Elke. It was all…

Elke this, Elke that, Elke, darling,
Kiss here, kiss there.

It annoyed everyone in the shop.

- Yeah? Good for him.
- Yeah.

- Rich old guys always find someone.
- Do you reckon Lübke can still get it up?

- Do you?
- How would I know, Raik?

- Do you know what I read?
- What?

They've developed this pill.

If you take it, your dong will be
hard as rock again in no time.

I've already ordered that pill. Oops.

- sh*t. I dropped the sausage.
- Throw it to your neighbor.

He's on a diet. I'll go and get
sausages and the ćevapčići.

As it's you, I'll get another crate
of beer from the cellar!

Good man!

You can't even close your mouth, right?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, there, there, there.

Come on. Yes.

Poor Elke.

Yes, everyone needs
the warmth and closeness…

Of another person sometimes.

f*ck off.

Know what I'm doing?

Having a barbecue with a friend,

who works for the police.

You can scream if you like.

I'll close the hatch.

Right. This goes on here. In it goes.

You stink to high heaven,
you brave, little fighter.

Where are you?
That's the second time it's rung.

- Here.
- I need to wash my hands.

Casa de la Doormann.

It's me.

My beloved wife. How are you?

Irritated. What are you doing right now?

I'm having a BBQ
with In golf in the garden.

- Who's In golf?
- The policeman In golf.

Ah, Inge. Yes, say hi from me.

Will do.
Is it your sister being irritating?

Your son. He told his cousins
he wants to make a coat out of their cat.

- That's my boy.
- Nonsense!

He was just joking,
but they got mad and they fought.

They've just been arguing since.

I've decided to come back
tomorrow after all.

What? Why tomorrow?

Wait. You'll sort it out.
Buy them some ice cream.

Raik, I don't want to discuss it.

I'm letting you know.
What are you doing? Stop it!

- Wait. Hey!
- See you tomorrow.

- sh*t.
- Your lavender soap's really nice…

sh*t, the BBQ.

sh*t!

Wait, I'm coming.

Evening, this is Raik Doormann.

Yes, I know how late it is.

I need help from the stars.

I'm under pressure
and need to make a decision.

How are my transits? What's the situation?

Right now everything is
in the sign of Jupiter for you.

The constellations are not good.

Money transactions? Difficult too.

The current moon is in Scorpio
along with Pluto, god of the underworld.

This means the possible exposure

of dark machinations,
entanglements, blackmail.

In addition,
a turmoil of emotions, violence.

Jupiter is not to be trifled with
at present. Be extremely careful.

Jupiter's eye is on you and that means
all your actions could go wrong.

So my advice, it's best to keep quiet.
Take no risks if you can avoid it.

Keep the conversation going
as long as you can.

You can do it, Mr. Lübke.

Answer it.

- Yes, Lübke speaking.
- Do you have the money?

It's not easy to get
that much money so fast.

Do you have the money or not?

Yes, 300,000 like you asked.

Listen, I didn't ask for anything.
I'm just the messenger.

Do you have a pen?

No, wait, I'll get one.

Good.

Right. I'm back.

Write this down.
Tonight, 8 pm, Ohlsdorf cemetery.

Leave the money under the tree

behind the Destiny sculpture.

When will you let Elke go?

- How is she?
- And no police!

I want to speak to Elke.

No. I'll contact you
when I have the money.

Give me a sign she's alive. I need a sign.

How is she?

Hello?

Hello?

- What's wrong?
- We have to go.

- Why?
- We're no longer safe here.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Let go.

Right, keep going.

Was that a shovel?

No.

- It was a shovel.
- No! Shut up now. I have to think.

I don't want to die.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I'm sorry.

"Furrier, Raik D., 46

to stand trial
for kidnapping with extortion.

He held hospital employee Elke B. c*ptive

in the nuclear bunker
under his house for a week.

Her partner Ludwig L. Is said to have
paid 300,000 marks in ransom money.

In his defense, Raik D.

Stated that his fur business
had gone downhill.

"He has been remanded in custody
since January 1991."