Life Eternal Page #2

talk to me a little.

What do you do these days?

Still a store detective or...

are you more into divorce cases now?

I want to go to bed now.

Do you know that I envy you sometimes?

You envy me?

Why?

The freedom, the independence.

I wish I had that too.

Sometimes I wish I were a little like you,

an Indian.

I don't need your sarcasm.

- No, I'm serious.

I think...

that you live a better life if you...

don't want to achieve anything important.

I've achieved something very important in life:

Not ending up like you.

If that was your main goal...

Good job!

You gonna f*** off now?

Whenever things get interesting,

you wimp out.

It was still a pleasure.

Stop it!

Beat it!

Mr. Brenner?

Is everything all right?

Guys, move it!

C'mon, Kcki, hurry up!

C'mon, Kcki, hurry up!

Mr. Brenner?

Mr. Brenner?

Can you hear me, Mr. Brenner?

The bullet got stuck

here at the base of the skull.

Since it didn't get far, we removed

the projectile when cleaning the wound.

The optic nerve of the left eye

is impaired by swelling.

The sensitivity to light

is due to meningitis.

Our patient was so clumsy...

that he only hit the frontal lobe.

Which means there will be

no motor dysfunction.

More likely amnesia and abnormal behavior,

for example hypersexuality.

Well, Mr. Brenner...

No bowl movement again?

- Nurse,

I need police protection.

That's a first:

police protection to take a sh*t.

Let's try again in an hour.

Look what I brought you:

chocolate cat tongues.

Good thing I reacted so quickly.

You would have bled to death.

But who knows,

maybe it'll do me some good...

some day.

You'll go to heaven some day.

- To hell with heaven.

I was thinking you might at least grant me

preemption rights on your property.

Can you stand up already?

Yes.

Very good.

Can you stand on your own too?

May I wash your lower body now?

Excuse me, Doctor?

Through my left eye...

everything has a red tinge.

Is it permanent?

That's not my field of expertise.

So, Mr. Brenner.

You can't remember the shot?

What exactly is the last thing you remember?

A mattress.

A mattress.

Good.

I bought myself a mattress.

I don't remember anything after that.

It'll come back, won't it?

Not by itself.

You'll have to work at it.

How do I do that?

With retrograde amnesia...

what works really, really well

is hypnosis therapy.

Is that with the pendulum?

No, today it's done differently.

You lie on a couch, close your eyes,

relax, find your inner self...

No, no way am I doing that.

Mr. Brenner.

Memory is a very important thing.

- Sure.

We all repress things.

- I'm not repressing anything.

When a person survives a suicide attempt...

Listen, if I'm going to kill myself...

and shoot myself in the head, I'll use...

a 45 Magnum

and not a small-bore gun.

You shouldn't get excited.

I used to be a cop.

If I kill myself, it works!

Besides I'm right-handed.

I wouldn't fire with my left hand.

Yes, but we found gunshot residue

on your left hand.

Because the assassin was clever.

- Which assassin?

He shoots me here,

then puts the gun in my hand...

and fires again.

Simple as that.

There's no second bullet.

Of course not.

Because he fired out the window.

Do you remember where you bought the mattress?

- What mattress?

Is something wrong?

- I went to Kck's.

What?

After the mattress...

I was at Kck's...

by the stadium,

he has a second-hand shop,

we're old classmates,

and we had a few beers.

And Kck called that a**hole...

- That a**hole?

The Chief of Police.

There.

Dubrovnik isn't just around the corner,

I tell you.

Jeez, it's cold here!

In Dubrovnik

you can have lunch outside in the sun.

Real nice.

Say, isn't today the first of the month?

Merci!

Here you go!

Man, what an idiot!

I forgot to get gas.

Drives like a dream.

It's got the power of a bull!

I'm not sure,

I may have set off a speed camera or two.

I did see some flashes.

But I was already back in Austria,

you can work that out with your colleagues.

What's that?

That's a...

What is this, hey!

Ah yeah, yeah,

some Yugo a**hole.

But a dent like that

gives a car personality!

Well...!

Now it's got even more personality, right?

You are seriously whacked.

Excuse me?

Do you have a cigarette for me?

Sure.

Super.

- Thanks.

If you'll excuse me.

I need a Baroque frame.

For a mirror.

Baroque...

a frame...

I don't have anything like that.

Oh.

And what do you have?

Everything from the turn of the century.

Fine.

Would you like to show me something?

- Yes.

Follow me.

How big do you want the frame to be?

Fairly big.

It's for the entrance hall.

For the entrance hall, good.

I see.

Should I put a mirror in it for you too?

Yes. Super.

We could see if I can find an original mirror.

But I wouldn't recommend that,

they make you look like a zombie.

They're usually so warped...

-What?

They're warped, you know, not flat.

Not so good for the entrance hall,

more what you want

for the house of mirrors at the Prater.

What about something like this?

Is this big enough?

Ah so, is that big to you?

No.

All right, how about...

if I choose a couple, if you want,

and you can come by later... Tonight.

And look at them at your leisure.

If you want.

This is a stick up!

What's wrong?

Hurry up!

Mr. Brenner.

Mr. Brenner!

No, let him sleep.

How are you?

I brought you something,

a bottle of Brunello...

and this,

Volcano's cured filet mignon.

Is it okay for him to eat this?

- Sure.

I don't need it.

They give you everything here.

But nothing good like that, Mr. Brenner.

I only found out yesterday.

I blame myself

for leaving you alone that night.

Please stay here!

- What has gotten into you?

Stay until he's gone.

Don't take it seriously.

He can't help it.

His brain is still swollen, and depending on

which areas are injured,

we can be confused, hm?

I'll stay with you, Mr. Brenner,

nothing will happen to you.

Good evening.

Better late than never.

Sorry.

That's okay, no problem.

I have something for you,

you're gonna love it.

I found a baroque frame after all.

I must have got it from a church.

I have no idea

how it ended up here.

I gotta tell you, though,

it's not oval,

but it is big.

Seriously big.

You can fit a whole family into it if you want.

I mean I don't know how you want to hang it,

either portrait or landscape.

I'm not familiar with your entrance hall.

Good evening.

Evening.

Boss?

Ah, sh*t, ouch!

What's wrong?

- A sea urchin.

It wasn't me.

ID, driver's license,

ATM card, immunization card...

Anything?

I have such a migraine,

I'm not fit for questioning.

Did you shoot him?

Sure.

And then I sat down

and waited for you two dorks to show up.

And I magically made the gun disappear.

Is that your official statement?

I wanted to visit him.

Why?

He fits the description of the missing patient.

A suicide victim.

Suicide victim?

- Thwarted suicide. Gunshot to the head.

What's he doing here?

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