Life Eternal Page #3

When was the last time you saw Mr. Kck alive?

Have you thought about

what an irrelevant question that is...

that does absolutely nobody any good?

You're crazy.

You should be in bed.

Brenner,

I'll personally investigate this in detail,

you can count on me.

What do we have so far?

He had a Romani worker,

off the books.

The name Pinto shows up a lot...

and next to it small amounts -

probably payments.

Here we have his number,

and someone threw up in the sink.

Well, that's quite a bit already.

Take him to the hospital, neurology.

- Excuse me,

we're not done questioning him.

- Yes you are.

I'm taking over now.

With all due respect, Brigadier,

you can't do that.

Of course I can.

Good night.

Don't ever do this again, you hear?

What's with you, Brenner?

Come here!

Do you realize

that a bullet travelling 250 m/sec...

has torn apart your frontal lobe...

and caused swelling

that can cut off your optic nerve?

I'm fit as a fiddle again.

I just have the sniffles.

Maybe there's a leak in the base of your skull.

What?

- You're dripping cerebrospinal fluid.

If germs get in, you're dead.

I'll fix it for you.

A brain operation?

No, I'll go through your nose.

Thanks.

We need your health insurance ID.

I'll get it to you.

Insert elements C and D

into the frame AB...

and screw securely in place.

Police, police!

On the floor!

Which one of you is Pinto?

What do you see when you think of a migraine?

What do you mean?

What do you associate with

the thought of a migraine?

This is esoteric bullshit,

do we have to do this?

Migraine.

What image do you see?

Pincushion.

- Pincushion?

Yes.

As long as it's not that bad.

- And if it's bad?

What image do you see then?

- Stabs like hell.

Like hell?

Like a sea urchin.

Interesting.

- What's so interesting about it?

Is it possible that...

there's a very, very evil sea urchin

living in your head?

That hurts so much sometimes

that you want to destroy it?

I shot myself in the head

because I had a headache?

Where do you feel your headache?

- Yeah, okay here,

but I'm not crazy!

Why would I do that?

They found strong painkillers at your place.

And if taken together with alcohol,

a person might not know

what he's doing.

I'm not listening to this baby crap.

I'd like to say good-bye.

Why?

Tomorrow you're being transferred

to the Sigmund Freud Clinic.

I'm not going to a nuthouse.

Good-bye, Mr. Brenner.

Brenner, you old licker!

Everything okay, Brenner?

I prefer this half.

Good morning.

How are we today?

I was just on a beach in Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia doesn't exist anymore.

It fell apart.

Don't forget to take your pills, okay?

Yes?

He already started.

Be right there.

I'm telling you for the last time:

Stop lying!

Your fingerprints are on the cash box.

He owed me for three weeks work.

So you swiped the money.

You took it, right?

Yes.

And before that you argued

about the money and shot him?

No.

I don't even have a gun.

No gun?

You got rid of it, right?

Tossed it in the Mur?

You tossed it in the Mur!

Sorry, what is Mur?

What is Mur?

Don't act so stupid!

Huh?

You don't know the Mur?

Are you f***ing with me?

Officer, step outside.

Boss, I almost had him.

Why don't you let him tell his story?

What, about the mysterious woman?

It's so unlikely!

I don't believe him.

Why would he make it up if it's so unlikely?

Because he's dumb!

That's exactly your problem.

What's my problem?

You talk down to him.

No, that's not true.

It is.

To you he's someone

who swipes stuff and steals...

and dances around the fire like a jungle bunny,

singing about how good Gypsy life is.

And that's the feeling you give him.

You'll never win his trust.

That's not how to interrogate someone.

Do you think maybe

you've been sitting behind a desk too long?

You think so?

- I don't know.

Maybe that's how you investigated

a neighborhood stabbing in the 80s.

I don't know what you're smart-mouthing about.

Your crime-solving rate is 67%,

nothing to write home about.

I'm going to lunch.

No, you're not.

You're going to the lab.

I want to know if the vomit traces in the sink

match with his DNA.

Enjoy your lunch.

So, Mr. Pinto.

I have a program...

we can use to generate a composite

or photofit image of the woman you saw.

All right?

- Okay.

What did she look like?

How tall was she?

Hair color?

That's her.

What?

The woman in the picture.

That's who I saw.

No, no, that's my...

Are you crazy?

I'm positive! That's her.

What kind of bullshit is that?

This is just some photo from the Internet.

That was the woman...

who was at our shop.

I'm positive.

I'll be right back.

Do you have one of these too?

How did it happen?

How do you even know him?

Just so I understand, you know?

I wanted to help you.

Don't you think

I can do anything for myself anymore?

What am I to you?

A loser?

A basket case, or what?

We mustn't.

It's too dangerous for you.

I'll turn myself in.

I'll go to the police.

Definitely no police.

I'm in for some tough questioning, right?

Recognize this?

Sure. Do I get it back?

Unfortunately not.

Suicide victims lose their gun licenses.

This isn't mine,

it's Kck's, right?

- Bingo.

What do you think was used to kill Kck?

His own gun?

- Nope, a third Walther PPK.

What would you think

if within a short span of time...

so many shots were fired

from the same type of gun?

Maybe there was a sale somewhere?

- Exactly.

Kck's and yours...

were deactivated

by the Graz police department in 1972.

That was when the department upgraded

from 5.65 to 9 mm.

Really?

You're go-getter, aren't you?

You, my boss, and Kck

were police academy classmates.

Maybe.

Does my boss have one of these too?

- I don't know about that.

What did you three have?

A secret society, a gun club?

Nothing. The guns were cheap,

so we bought them.

We just wanted private weapons.

- For what?

All the burglaries.

Was my boss such an a**hole in the 70s too?

The 70s are overrated.

Yeah, but those were the days, right?

Free love and all, right?

Yeah.

Thanks for the coffee.

When do I get my gun back?

When you tell me more about the 70s.

I can go, just like that?

- Yes.

You'll get a subpoena from the judge.

Where will you be staying?

- At my mother's place.

And, about the woman I saw...

The judge will deal with all that.

Take care.

Take care, thanks!

Why release him just to surveil him?

I don't get it.

Why not wait for the DNA analysis?

Because vomiting somewhere

doesn't prove anything.

Whereas the murder weapon does!

And if he didn't get rid of it,

he might lead us to it.

Is that clear enough?

"If he didn't get rid of it,

he might lead us to it."

That's bullshit!

Need a vacation?

You can gladly have one.

A nice long one.

- Are you threatening me?

Gentlemen, please.

This is so f***ed up!

Franz!

Good morning, Mr. Brenner.

I'm not going to a nuthouse!

- Here's my proposition.

I'll drive you home

and tomorrow you go to the...

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