01x03 - Zerteilt

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I thought to myself, why
is he waiting so strangely?

Roland Hoffmann, we have names, addresses, everything,
but no one has been in the apartment for days.

Legends, fairy tales and myths
from the Bavarian hinterland.

A blacksmith with the beautiful name
Gotthold makes a pact with the devil.

He creates such a beautiful
and completely perfect doorknob.

With his help he can
transform any wall into a door.

What would you say if I told you

that an obscure object has
disappeared from a room,

which can't actually
be entered by anyone?

Schrobenhausen Evidence Chamber,

because of the same interference
on the surveillance cameras.

Exactly the same
as the Kraxelmann.

What?

And what did they want?

The doorknob, exactly the
one from the shop window.

Clean lacquer.

Johann Anselm Gotthold,
convicted several times.

What does he want there?

He's now stealing
a new breakout?

Gotthold, don't make it worse!

We have to go.

You tell me right
now what happened.

Franz is down here,
between all the sh*t boxes.

Who is she?

Which antique store
were you in today?

In Prien, with a Mrs.
Andersson. Why?

Because the police have a few
questions for both of you in this case.

It was so clear that he would
sit next to me of all people.

I would have preferred
to sit somewhere else.

But I never trusted him.

That's completely
understandable, Ms. Erdl.

They wanted to be careful.

He was humming the whole time.

Always the same melody.

We can take a break at any time.

And that smell.

I kept thinking it couldn't possibly come from
these guys and then he did something really strange.

How long did he
stand there like that?

Too long somehow.

You don't even need to know exactly. That's no
problem. Is there anything else you can tell me...

And then he started.

At some point no one
was there anymore.

But I still heard him.

I hear him all the time.

Look.

This is Mrs. Blumberg's card.

She is an emergency psychologist and psychotherapist
and I think she would be a good fit for you.

Okay thanks.

You can see that the results of the Spuße are
on our table first. Is that clear? Yes indeed.

Forgot to salute.

Can I go now?

I'll clarify this, okay? Moment.

Funny. Do you
already have the name?

Roland Hoffmann. Personal connection to both
victims. Unemployed butcher from Raublenk.

Yes, that's fine. Do you need
anything else from Ms. Erdl?

No, then I'll go first.

Good. There.

Thank you.

Ms. Erdl, that's it for now. Maybe
someone will call you again. Yes?

Here is my number.



Excuse me.

Here. Call me if there's
anything else, okay?

I do.

All the best.

Thanks.

Ms. Leitner, I'm sorry that
you almost cost me my job.

Do you have any idea how
angry the cross is reacting now?

if anyone within 100 meters
even whispers your name?

I think that's what he
wants to tell you himself.

Na prima.

You don't have to report.

Cross devil.

I'm sorry for that.

Thanks.

Okay, now the
path is disappearing.

Hello, men.

Very nice.

Everyone gathered.

You can go.

Would you like to
tell us what you...

Don't be so impatient,
Mr. Psychologist.

Good things want to continue.

So.

Christian Bernauer,

Florist and operator

the nursery of the same name

He died from choking on his own
blood due to a foreign body in his trachea.

A soup spoon.

Violently pushed through the neck
from outside by Franz Hartl, pastor.

That's what it looks like.

Have you already
given absolution?

Yes, unfortunately still.

The deceased also had
multiple g*nsh*t wounds.

That was him.

Thanks.

I know that.

Yes, us too, we were there.

Mr. Cross, what's
this show about?

I can happily inform you that none of
your antics have leaked to the media.

It wasn't easy, I
can tell you that.

But I managed to turn this misery
into a success for my department.

Congratulations.

I firmly assume that your
community will continue to not find out

that your priest cold-bloodedly
spoons people to death at night.

In cold blood, I was pissed. Funny. Even
funnier is the 1.3 million in property damage

at a warehouse building near Strasslach.
Interpreted based on my suggestion

the prosecutor considers her occasional
work for the police as occasional

Work for the police and so the nighttime detective
game passes off as a more relevant investigation

Hints. Thanks. It was incredibly difficult
to keep both of your names out of it

Investigations into the m*rder of
the antique dealer from Prien. Moment,

We were just... Yes, they were
the last people to see you alive,

that's right. Mr. Kreuz,
you know very well that...

Hopefully you know exactly how
much I still trust you after you leave

repeated internal manifestations
to private individuals

passed on, Ms. Leitner. Thanks to Ms. Leitner
we were able to... Thanks to Ms. Leitner,

Well, you could.

The only question is, why?

I don't understand.

Why you, Schwab,
you, of all people,

and this violent
representative of God will stop.

This building is absolutely
filled with officials.

And there is someone sitting there
who would certainly also be grateful,

if he does something
similar again

how a search
could be successful.

It's our turn, we...

Your turn?

You're in trouble, falconer.

Not more. Your clearance rate in the last two years
has been, where did I get it, where did I get it?

Here, four percent.
Congratulations.

Hopefully, Ms. Leitner, you want
to avoid disciplinary proceedings

and keep future
findings to yourself.

And Faltner, you ensure that the next k*ller with
a hoe is stopped by officers from my department

and not by Dan Camillo
and Sigmund Freud.

Are there any
questions about this?

Yes, I hope that your efforts to present our
activities as a success for your department

did not have a negative impact on your
promotion to the Ministry of the Interior?

And also the classification of myself as
a proud employee, even in my free time

Fulfilling your duty can only be
seen as a positive for your department.

Great, then I have one last question.
When exactly is your transfer expected?

And is it already known
who will be your successor?

I just wanted to know if I
could chill the champagne.

So no further victim support?

Rather not.

Understood.

Mr. Reitner, I wanted to
apologize for everything.

Apology accepted.

And before you ask, no, there is nothing new about
the Hoe k*ller and the Gotthold never showed up again.

I actually wanted to ask
that just before dessert.

Then maybe you would have burst and I would
have been sitting there with the whole mess.

And the bill.

True.

Have you found anything yet?

Yes, I would like a
Ginger Sun Cola, please.

Same for me, please.

Mr. Schwab, I have a request
for you as a psychologist.

And?

A colleague of mine is feeling
really bad at the moment, really.

And yes, I thought of you.

It honors me.

Here, you should contact the Miesbach
psychological counseling center and say,

that it was agreed
upon with me, okay?

Thank you.

Gladly.

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

Do you actually believe that?

What exactly?

That Gotthold can climb through
any wall with the doorknob.

No. She?

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

Was asked differently. If I told you
something like that, what would you say?

Yes, that you are
not completely crazy.

I think that would
be flattering.

But I have no other
explanation for it.

Neither for Gotthold nor
for all the other madness.

I know what I experienced.

And the priest is my witness.

And his witness
is the Holy Spirit?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Well hello everyone.

Hello.

Man Stefan, I would have expected you anywhere
where the sausage costs less than 2.50.

So, don't get me wrong. Of course I'm happy that he's
finally having a date again after almost two years.

A date? This is
not... We are not...

Not?

Yes, we're not even a duo yet.

True. When was
that actually planned?

Bald!

Oh, wow!

Okay, now the two of me are
going to throw a pizza in our faces.

And maybe afterwards we could
have a suction cup together somewhere.

Yes, that sounds good.

Uh, yes. I can't imagine a better
way to end this wonderful day.

Please stop. Kreuz has already threatened Ms.
Leitner with disciplinary proceedings today.

It's all ok. Ever since this incident, I've
known who I can trust and who I can't.

Okay, now we look like
Huey, Dewey and Louie.

As Stefan already knows, the cuts from the m*rder weapon
match the reuthaue that disappeared from the evidence room.

I knew.

I?

Yes, yes, continue.

The Reuthauer comes from
a historical case from 1922.

Hinterkaifeck.

AG.

Do you know that?

Yes, done.

Books, films, documentaries,
the full program.

Moment mal.

You mean this multiple m*rder?

Sextuple m*rder.

In the yard behind
Kaifeck, exactly.

That was the Reuthauer?

Yes, logical.

The Godholder stole them from
the waiting room with his magic knob.

Moment mal.

To then pass it on to someone who will continue
to m*rder with the thing 100 years later?

Yes, exactly.

Stop.

Firstly, we are far from being
able to prove anything to Gotthold.

We've seen it again.

We dont have?

No, not exactly, but...

Secondly, the guy may have
used a similar m*rder weapon.

But the description fits
the old hoe, doesn't it?

Yes, but that
doesn't mean that...

Just assume for a
moment that this is true.

How does the bloody
goatskin fit in there?

What is it?

Okay, the Reuthauer was wrapped in an oil
cloth and there was a second find inside.

Don't say that...

Yes, a goatskin.

I thought it was fresh
because it was bloody.

No goat blood was
found at the crime scenes.

Only that of the respective victims and,
strangely, also that of the perpetrator himself.

Why?

No idea, but the DNA from the
blood matches at both crime scenes.

Is there anything
else noticeable?

You mean other than chopping
up two people in front of witnesses?

No.

Yes, the thing with the leg.

Oh, right, yes.

The guy always stuck his leg through
the door before committing the crime.

The witnesses in the job center and in
the advertising agency confirmed this.

But what's the point?

I have no idea.

Me, yes.

I don't want to bore anyone with Christian customs,
but do any of you know the story of the bloody Damal?

Come on in, my little sheep,
as long as they aren't goats.

Well, too early?

Better.

You make it exciting.

Yes, 70 percent of my
job in there is a good show.

Please.

So, I'm more interested
in the information part.

Mausler, pack!

Yes, Mausler, unpack!

Well, until the 1960s there
was a custom among young men.

On the so-called Thomas Night, they dressed up as bloody Damal all over
Bavaria and ran through the streets with his blood smeared on them.

Friendly.

Actually just for fun.

Actually?

The Buam chewed on the doors with extreme
malice and threatened people with their skulls

to hit.

A noble custom.

If a door was open somewhere,
they stuck their blood-stained leg into it

and they wore a bloody
goatskin around their shoulders.

Well, yes, that sounds pretty cheesy,
but I don't know, that can happen too

be a coincidence.

Or a disguise you
wear when you...

What if you have access
to goats? But how?

For example. That's what
you have in the country.

And Thomas Night is the
winter solstice on December 21st.

Yes, in the Protestant
and Anglican churches it is.

But the Catholics changed it to the name
day of the unbeliever Thomas in 1969.

And the?

Was yesterday?

That's what it looks like.

Okay, so the purely external
connections cannot be explained away.

But that the bloody Thomas has
now really been resurrected and...

No, the Kraxemann wasn't
really the Kraxemann himself.

He himself believed
in it quite firmly.

And he also has...

Is that the book
from the basement?

The same, not the same.

Can you make a little
more light, please?

I can, but I don't like it.

But there would be a
donkey lamp up there.

The bloody Dammerl or when
the bloody Thomas knocks.

A legend from the
Schrobenhausener Land.

Especially not behind Kai Fecke.

Once a year, on the longest
night, bloody Thomas dies.

Blessed are you if
there is no guilt on you.

Because Thomas
knows what guilt is.

He can smell her,
he can taste her.

And he follows the foul
stench of your sins to your gate.

He smells whether you are a liar,
a blasphemer, a m*rder*r or a thief.

When he knocks, with the
hammer, with the hoe or with the axe,

then be very quiet.

When he sticks his leg through
the door, covered in blood,

When he calls you, don't move.

If he calls you in a
hoarse voice, don't answer.

It is now too late for insight,
confession or remorse.

He has come to
divide you like a beast.

Until all sins depart from you
and your soul is lost forever.

And when his work is finished,
he lies down in the ground.

In places built and consecrated to the unbeliever, there
it rests in the ground until the next Thomas Night.

Daife is so horrible, I can't
even remember it today.

I admit, that's
true from A to Z.

If the police officers, psychologists and priests present
would take a quick look at the screen of this smartphone,

behind Kaifeck is only
the name of the Einöd-Hof.

It was demolished a year later after the drama
and is now in the municipality of Weidhofen.

This is in the Schrobenhausen
district. Correct.

How does it break?

The farm would have
been located here.

But there's nothing there. But next
to that in the forest, there's something.

So what is that?

No idea. There's nothing there.

This is an old chapel.
One destroyed by lightning.

Apparently it will be rebuilt. The
community has also asked us for donations.

Successful?

Probably not enough to put it back
down, but that's also the wrong question.

What is the right one?

The right question is, to which
saint was this chapel dedicated?

Testa, is the ruins of the
former Thomas Chapel?

My car is parked
at the horse café.

What? And why are
we driving your car now?

It's close, we all fit in.

What's wrong with my car now?

Nothing, of course.

Thomas, you close
the microphone again.

I don't understand a word.

Better now?

And.

Listen, I just emailed
you a map link.

We have a hot lead as to where
the bloody Dammerl could be.

Who?

The bloody...

The Hoe m*rder*r.

Just click the
link in the email.

Weithofen.

But the Hofmann
comes from Raublingen.

That doesn't matter.

The guy thinks he's Bloody Thomas, just
like the other guy thought he was Kraxemann.

Do you understand? And now maybe we can
stop him before he continues his m*rder.

Thomas, do you hear me?

This is all crazy.

Bloody Thomas hangs together with Unbelieving
Thomas, to whom a chapel is dedicated,

in the county from
which the story comes.

According to legend,
he goes to sleep there.

Now go, please, I...

Weidhofen, where the Hinterkaifeckhof was,
where six people were k*lled in 1922, with the

Reuthaue that Hoffmann
carries around with him today.

Stefan!

How many more clues do you need?

I can not help you!

Why not?

Tell me, didn't you listen today to how
the Cross tortured himself over yours?

Saying at the end
that you couldn't resist?

I'm sorry, Willi.

What do you think he'll say if I place a
bet now just because you know something?

tell a second Kraxelmann?

It's not the Kraxelmann,
but the bloody Thomas.

Bloody Thomas is tied to me, Stefan, because then I can bloody
his feet while writing a parking ticket until he retires.

And your new best friend, Mrs. Leitner, it's best to let her
out too, because otherwise you'll just throw her out completely.

Stefan, now understand me. After today's announcement, I can't
possibly send my people somewhere just because you have some idea.

Any idea?

Yes, you already
know what I mean.

Yes, I'm afraid I know
exactly what you mean.

Heaven, Lord, sacrament,
this is about my job!

Oh right!

You, I thought it was about preventing
more deaths and stopping the perpetrator.

Yes, of course, that's
exactly what it's about.

Also?

No, I didn't mean it like that.

I mean, of course it's also
about the fact that we...

I'm going there now and when I find Hoffmann
with his hoe and he cuts me into quarters,

you, you, then you can simply report this to
the cross as a success and maybe it will jump

a promotion for you, huh?

Stefan.

I assume he's not coming.

He's afraid of the
cross. I can not believe it!

I've always told you that
the falconer is a bottle.

Yes I know.

But no, Thomas, he's a
friend, he's always so reliable.

Yes, but only if you're
of some use to him.

But if you ever need
his help, Thomas will...

What do we do now?

Get in.

Is it still running?

Like clockwork.

Should I wind the
clockwork again?

Would you rather run?

With pleasure, I'll wait
for you at the chapel.

Who do you need
with you, master?

I want to get him out again.

A short walk will probably
do you the least harm. Here.

The main thing is that
we have globules with us.

Please, then I'll just have it pricked.
But don't complain afterwards.

I whine when I want.

I'll say it again, you two
really need a little sitcom.

So, now it's setting up.

You hold your hand around like
that and then just shine on the floor,

So that we can't be seen walking through
the forest from 100 meters, is that clear?

What kind of priest are you?

A cautious one.

Aha.

Here we go.

Maybe you can k*ll the
mosquitoes with your pellets.

Take a look at
the package insert.

You are so funny.

Yes, but you're
not laughing at all.

Craziness.

The tire cracks are fresh.

The one on the hunt?



Well camouflaged.

Prudent psychopath.

You and your admiration for
madmen who do clever things.

I didn't ask you
to come with me.

I won't let you throw my
Franz off the roof again.

I don't have Franz.

Stefan.

Okay, that's definitely enough.

The wrinkle grove
has to see that.

Let me.

I'll call him.

Very much.

He'll be there soon.

Just like you wanted.

With a hoe, yes?

I'll bring others back.

And.

Yes I...

I always had the fur on.

Just like you said, yes?

Yes, I know I should go to sleep, I'm
still dead tired, but I want to keep going.

But!

The Huber?

From the health department,
which closed the butcher shop to me.

The stupid cow at the bank who
didn't want to give me any more money.

Was?

Yes, but the fur doesn't have that much strength
anymore, I know that, I don't have time for that!

Yes, but couldn't you charge it somehow
or something? There really isn't much left.

Yes, I know it!

All that's missing is...

I will continue.

No!

I saw that.

Nothing is buzzing.

Where do you start again?

Head, chest, left, right.

It makes sense again.

I smell her.

They call me like they...

As if she...

As if she...

Very close.

The, the, the!

Stefan!

There!

Rossman! Stop! Police!
Drop the weapon immediately!

I'm warning you! I am
ready to use the firearm.

Last warning.

I understand that you are
angry. I am a psychologist.

I can give you an
exercise for relaxation.

Hey, as*h*le!

You are a great,
a very great sinner.

Have the honor.

That's it?

Yes, that was it.

We probably won't be
questioning him anymore.

Did you just throw
globules on him?

It helped, right?

Yes, for that.

Look!

Relax, it's all over.

Um, okay.

It's that way to the chapel.
Hoffmann's car is in front of it.

And Hoffmann himself?

It's in the chapel.

Under a bell.

Did you lock it in the bell?

Just his head.

Is he...

Allegedly.

Don't forget to take evidence.

Okay.

I'll try to make us some tea.

You didn't even call the folder?

Nope.

But the two of them?

And.

That's going to
be pretty shitty.

And.

Gut.

Ms. Leitner, Mr. Valdner, how come
you just ignore me to see my two boys...

Seriously now, Thomas.

Sorry, Stefan, this is a matter
between Ms. Leitner and me.

Are you now reproaching Ms. Leitner because she asks for help
from people who don't sh*t their pants in front of the cross?

I... I mean...

You, the two of them have put their professional futures
at risk without knowing whether this is a dead end.

Simply because we need help.

And now you come here and
have the nerve to poop on someone.

Hey, that's... That's... I
don't even know what that is.

Now pay attention, you.
I'm still the boss here, okay?

And if you don't contact me...

Poor!

Was?

That's pathetic.

Hey, that's so pathetic that
it's not even sad anymore.

I just need a minute.

Clear.

Mann!

Hello?

Mr. Schwab, you are alive.

Then I can justifiably assume that the same
does not apply to the murdering butcher.

Who 's there?

Could you perhaps even
get hold of the goatskin?

If so, please be careful.

I expressly warn against...

Hello, I asked you something.

And I clearly didn't answer you.

You should be enough of
a psychologist to notice this.

Look, I'm not interested
in your games.

Oh, I'm far, far from any kind
of playful fun, I can tell you that...