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ARTHUR'S LAW
What time is it?
Sorry, something came up.
Did something happen?
Something wonderful.
I witnessed a birth.
- Really? - Yes.
All that on your second day at work?
A little piglet!
Well, something like that.
That fat cow from the job center had a baby today.
- Claudia Lehmann? - Yes.
I thought you were talking about the pig farm.
Everything went so fast.
There was a big splash, and people were like, "What happened?"
Her water broke. There was no ambulance when the contractions came.
- So I ended up doing it myself. - What? You? You did...
I was the... I was the mid...
midwife, the midman?
It was easy. Quick and painless.
Well, I'm not so sure Mrs. Lehmann would agree with you.
I helped a healthy little boy see the light of day.
I'm sorry that...
I wasn't there for you back then.
If I had been, maybe I could have helped you too.
What are you talking about? You couldn't have prevented it.
It was a tragic accident. Nobody is to blame.
Neither you, nor Martha.
I mean... me.
Martha Dorothea Salomea Ahnepol, pull yourself together!
Why didn't you tell me?
I wanted to tell you, but Martha didn't want to get you involved.
- Martha... - I'm sorry, Arthur. Please believe me.
Martha.
You weren't as convincing as you think.
I noticed right away. Since last night.
I wanted to ask you about it, but then I thought,
"You're imagining things. Trading places, that's so crazy."
And even if that is the case...
I wouldn't want it to end.
When I met Martha at the Dance Temple,
I just couldn't help myself.
I fell in love then and there. Head over heels. Bam!
I was convinced she was the one. The love of my life.
For 25 years I...
I looked to Martha for the feeling we had
when we first met.
But there was nothing there.
As much as I wanted it, it never came back.
It was me.
She made me promise never to tell you.
You and I bumped into each other that night.
Oh my bubbly.
I felt the same way, Arthur. It was like being struck by lightning.
And it's never changed.
I still love you.
Please say something.
25 years...
It was you all along.
She ruined my life.
Am I disrupting?
- I was just leaving. - I can take you there.
- That's alright. - Don't be like that.
Let me go!
I need a signature here.
Yes, back then I signed with my right.
Where are you going now?
I'm leaving. I'm going to disappear.
And get as far as I can from here.
I'm going to find a beautiful lake
with a nice shoreline.
And I'll build a nice little wooden cottage there.
Just like I've always wanted.
I don't know if I can do it, but I can't stand it here anymore.
Take care, Muriel.
Can I come with you?
We could take off together and pick up where we left off.
I can help you build that cottage.
I can help you...
gather the wood...
and glue it all together.
I can hold up the vacuum when you drill holes.
You want to come with me?
Right now?
Have you thought it over?
I would go anywhere with you, Arthur.
25 years of waiting is enough, don't you think?
Yes.
Meet me right here in two hours.
I'll just go get my car.
Jesse?
Calm down. One thing at a time. What happened?
So... We're going to play a little game now.
No, we're not!
It's one bullet in, not one empty slot.
I get it this time.
So... Freddie. Where have you been?
What do you mean, where have I been?
Well, normally you're out on the street corner begging.
But suddenly you were gone.
Do you have a good reason for it?
No, not really.
I... I just needed... some...
some vacation time.
Vacation?
I hope it did you some good.
Thanks, you can go.
What are you doing?
- But you said... - That was a joke.
- But I thought... - Of course he can't go.
My, oh my, oh my.
Are you in cahoots with the Albanians?
Were you paid to bump off Steven and Mario?
I had nothing to do with those murders.
Really!
It was a coincidence I was at the construction site.
Then why do the cops think you did it?
It's a smoke screen.
A smoke screen.
They're all in on it!
The policewoman, her sister and the guy with the missing hand.
They killed your man. Not me!
- The guy with the missing hand? - Yes.
I can prove it. It's there in my jacket pocket.
He lost it at the construction site.
It broke off.
I see!
Oh, no.
Careful, Martha. It's not a toy. You're might kill someone.
There was nobody home. I thought something happened to you.
No, we're fine.
Where have you been? And where is Arthur?
We went out.
That's nice.
Let me do all the dirty work while you two have fun.
I think we need to chat.
Yes, I think so too.
We're going to leave Klein Biddenbach tonight.
Yes.
Leaving may be the best thing for all of us. When do we go?
We're not leaving, because we're scared, but because we want to start over again.
Arthur and me.
We belong together.
Real funny, Muriel.
I'm glad you found your sense of humor again.
But I've got bigger fish to fry.
He wanted to hurt me, Arthur.
He just wouldn't stop. I took my fingers like this...
And then he just toppled over.
What should I do?
Nobody was here to protect me.
Arthur.
Get rid of him, okay?
In a way, it's your corpse too, you know.
What are you waiting for, Arthur?
Make him disappear.
What will my customers think when they visit me?
Arthur.
I need you. I need your help.
No, Jesse.
You don't need anyone.
You don't need me to protect you.
Nor do you need anyone else.
You can take care of yourself.
Don't sell yourself short anymore.
And I mean that in a figurative sense.
Thanks for everything.
I really enjoyed our time together.
Take care, Jesse.
Oh, and another thing.
I hope to hear your voice on the radio one day.
Arthur?
Come back.
Arthur. Come back! Arthur!
You bitch!
You dirty whore!
You conniving little bitch.
I selflessly trade with you to save your ass.
And you heartlessly steal my husband?
That's not how it is and you know it.
Arthur and I were meant to be together from the start.
- You're the one who stole him from me. - That old story.
It's my turn now. I have a right to be loved too.
Love? What do you know about love, Muriel?
You're almost 50 and you still live like an old maid.
You don't really think I'm just going to let you do this.
You don't even love Arthur anymore.
Assuming you ever did.
You'll never be happy together, but Arthur and I could be.
Please, Martha. Don't do this to me.
I came here, because I had hoped
we could part ways amicably.
You're right about Arthur and me.
The spark between us is gone now.
Despite my best efforts, I just couldn't prevent it.
I'm sorry, Muriel. I don't want to stand in your way.
You are my little sister, after all.
And I want nothing more than for you to be happy.
Before you run off, let's trade places again.
That way, Arthur can start anew with Muriel rather than Martha.
Martha. Thank you.
Thank you.
51.
I've never heard anything like it.
That someone inadvertently marries the wrong woman.
That's really crazy.
But then to stay with her for 25 years.
- Yes. - Oh man.
That could only happen to you.
Jeez, Arthur.
I'll really miss you. Do you know that?
Me too, Ronny.
But it's not for good.
Yeah, send us a card, so we know where you are.
We'll come and visit.
- We'll visit Uncle Arthur. - Yeah!
If your new bride gives you trouble too,
you can always come back.
I'm guessing that in about two months at the latest
we'll have a spare room.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Again? - Yes, again.
Cheers.
You were right about what you said earlier.
It's always been my dream...
to grow old in a cottage by a lake, but I never wanted to do it alone.
And now that I've met Muriel again, it feels like...
my dream might finally come true.
It's nice to finally feel like myself again.
Jesus!
- Jerome! - He's dead, right?
What happened?
I've got it all worked out.
- I don't understand. - Let me explain.
Today, you found out that your esteemed colleague, Jerome,
committed all those murders.
When you confronted him, he flipped out and shot you.
You had no choice but to return fire.
- It was self-defense. - What?
Don't worry, it's an airtight plan.
I planted the gun that killed Mario on him.
If you play along, no one will be able to prove otherwise.
But there's a tiny little snag.
To make it believable, you'll have to be hurt, or else...
no one will buy it.
You want to shoot your own sister?
Don't misunderstand, Muriel.
I don't want to hurt you...
I want to help you.
One bullet to the arm, you'll survive.
And now hold still.
You're completely insane.
I said, "Hold still."
Now look what you've done.
Hi, boss, sorry to call so late.
No, it's me, Holger.
Really.
My vocal cords are all messed up.
They'll be back to normal in a few days, I hope.
But that's not why I'm calling.
I know who killed our men. Yeah.
It looks like my sister was right from the get go.
Who was it?
- And you're certain? - Yes.
Oh, you're cheating.
Here we go!
- 61. - Wait a sec.
How would you feel about going for a little walk right now?
Great!
No, not another evening stroll.
Are you sure?
Right. Well then, let's go.
Put on your jackets. Get your shoes and the lanterns!
Why does Dad always want to see visitors alone?
Well, sometimes adults need to be alone.
Come on, it'll be fun. Let's take Grandma along too.
- Her too? How is this fun? - It was nice seeing you.
Bye.
- Kai, come on. - Yeah, alright. I know. I'm coming.
My name is Muriel Böttcher. I've been shot.
No, the shooter is no longer a danger to me.
Hallersteiner St. 45. Please hurry.
In case this is the last thing you ever hear: I love you, Muriel.
The kids don't have to be privy to everything.
None for me, thanks. I have to get going.
You're not going anywhere.
Okay, but this is the last one.
Cheers, Ronny.
- So tell me. - Huh?
What was the plan?
Did you want...
a piece of the pie?
You still have cake? Sure, I'll take a piece.
I'd have welcomed you with open arms.
All you had to do was ask.
How did you find out? Not even the cops managed to do that.
What do you mean, Ronny? I don't follow you.
All these years, I've managed to stay under the radar.
Then you just figure it out.
I'm sorry. I can see I've underestimated you.
Just imagine if we'd teamed up. You and me.
Two friends with a common goal.
We could have built the largest drug empire this side of the border.
No one would have ever suspected an unemployed cripple
and an inconspicuous family man.
I really must be going.
You killed Mario and Steven! They were my best men!
I had no idea.
Besides what you did to my business, you put my entire family at risk!
It's just a big misunderstanding, Ronny.
Even if it is... I can't just let you get away with it.
Oh, damn it.
That was my beer.
Up there, the stars are shining
and we are lit up down here.
How lovely my light is when you gaze upon it.
Rabimmel, rabammel, rabumm.
Come on, get in.
Allow me to help you.
Where people go who are never meant to be found.
You should have thought of that before all of this.
Now you have to live with the consequences.
Or die with them.
I'm...
Sorry, boss.
Oh, shit.
Arthur, that's so sweet of you.
I don't mean to be a party pooper,
but do you have enough money on you?
Just leave a little whistle.
Hey, Arthur. Sorry I was so shitty to you just now.
I think I was still in shock or something.
I just wanted to tell you that I had a really nice time with you.
And what you said earlier really opened my eyes.
I'm going off now to live my dream.
And it's all thanks to you.
Thank you for believing in me.
Yes!
Take care of yourself, Arthur.
Hi.
I'm Jesse. It's cool of you to give me a lift.
And this is such a hot ride.
Where are you guys headed?
Arthur.
That's terrible, Arthur.
You could have died.
But look at it this way:
It's tragic that Ronny Menze wasn't the man he pretended to be.
But once your wounds have healed, you'll laugh about all this one day.
Yes, but Ronny was my friend.
- He has a wife and two young kids. - I just wanted to cheer you up.
It breaks my heart to see you unhappy.
Do you hear that?
They're playing our song.
Yes, isn't that great?
It's a sign.
Martha would surely have asked:
"How are we ever going to get by?"
Yes, that sounds just like Martha.
Always thinking about money, money, money.
The two of us can live on love alone.
So tell me, how did she take it?
Martha? You know what she's like.
- She refused to believe it, right? - She completely lost it.
She said I shouldn't bother to show my face again.
You should've seen it.
She acted as if I wanted to lead her to the slaughter.
I have no idea how you put up with her for so long.
Muriel would never speak about her sister like that.
And she'd never have driven off without having made up first.
Arthur, honey. Ronny messed you up even worse than I thought.
I want the truth, Martha.
Watch out! Watch out!
I'm not deaf, goddammit. Do you want to get us both killed?
Muriel is fine. She's in a better place now.
- What did you do to her? - What did I do to her?
The question is: What did Muriel do to me?
I've always dreamed of a better life for myself, Arthur.
If anyone deserves a fresh start, it's me.
Stop the car. Stop it, Martha.
Stop the damn car!
My ideal hormonal balance and knack for suffering
are why I've been so patient with you.
I'm not about to give up this close to the finish line.
You owe me that better life, Arthur.
Are you crazy? Arthur, stop!
Arthur!
Stop it! Get that damn hand out of there!
Stop it!
- Move away! - Careful.
Now just try to stay nice and calm. This might burn a bit.
Who should I ask to find out if someone has been admitted to the hospital?
You can go to the patients' desk later,
but you can see how busy we are right now.
I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.
I'm fine, thanks. Thank you.
Where are you going?
- Excuse me. - Hold on a second.
- Oh, Mr. Hahnepol. - What are you doing here?
Saving lives.
Has a woman named Muriel Böttcher been admitted here by any chance?
Half the town was admitted tonight.
- So there's a fifty-fifty chance. - I need to know.
Please, I need to know. Please.
Very well.
Muriel Böttcher.
Böttcher...
Yeah, found her.
Muriel Böttcher was admitted with a gunshot wound.
Gunshot wound?
And how is she? Will she make it?
Look, I don't do an operation room news feed.
Please just go take a seat like everyone else.
Your name will be called when we know more. See you later.
Right. Well, you'll have to check my Instagram account.
You've never seen so much blood.
#lovemyjob.
What the heck are you doing?
I want to know how she's doing. Tell me right now.
Mr. Ahnepol, leave the poor trainee alone.
Now put your head back inside. And close the window.
Yes, Dr. Stein.
We met some time ago.
- Doctor. - Do you remember me? Your hand?
Mr. Ahnepol, I unfortunately do not have good news for you.
She did not make it.
You mean...
That can't be. It just can't be.
We did everything we could,
but the head injuries from the impact were severe.
She's brain dead.
Impact?
- Impact? - You had a car accident.
- You don't mean Martha Ahnepol? Do you? - Well, of course.
Are you alright?
She's my wife. That's not why I'm here.
I'm here about her sister, Muriel Böttcher.
- Ms. Böttcher, I see. - Gunshot wound.
Right.
Sorry, but Ms. Böttcher isn't doing any better.
She won't survive the night. We couldn't do anything for her heart.
Try to stay strong. My condolences.
Did you just say Ms. Böttcher is your wife's sister?
Yes.
Maybe there's a way to save her.
We'll try to perform a heart transplant on Ms. Böttcher.
It will take some time before we know if her body accepts the heart.
But please don't worry.
Everything will be alright.
Don't you want to watch with me, Arthur? It's really funny.
Muriel, sweetheart, we have a tiny problem.
- What's the matter? - We really need to be more frugal.
So Martha's life insurance money lasts.
The house alone already cost me a pretty penny.
Don't say you want to sell it. You've only just finished it.
No, of course not.
We just have to avoid unnecessary costs in the future.
Take the massage bed: It's still not paid off...
Yes, you're right.
And your new prosthetic hand wasn't all that cheap either.
You know, I'd love to work, but my surgery has made that impossible.
No.
No, that's not what I mean.
It's just that as a track worker, I don't earn enough to...
"Track worker..."
I know how we can get a whole lot of money, Arthur.
Now, it won't be easy.
But let's assume there's a train approaching,
and you can't get off the tracks in time.
And your leg...
Do you follow me? All we have to do...
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