Life Eternal Page #5

Just a tip among friends.

I have something for you too,

a little lesson in life...

Brenner!

C'mon, get up!

Hold on, I'll take care of it.

I got it.

Okay.

Mr. Brenner!

I have such a headache.

What happened?

I fell down the stairs.

Come on then, come on.

It all began with our

police academy instructor Prototnig.

He made us learn every detail

of different alarm systems.

Then your boss said

he could pull off the perfect bank robbery.

We laughed at him, of course.

He said he'd prove it if we all went along.

And one day

Kck showed up with the 4 Walthers.

But he just wanted to scare him,

we thought he'd back down.

My boss?

But he didn't,

and so we couldn't back down either.

And that's why you robbed a bank?

But not really for the loot.

At most, vacation money for Yugoslavia.

Mainly it was about...

no one wanting to chicken out.

And then what happened?

Kck panicked and fired into the ceiling.

We took off,

Saarinen swerved off the road

on his motorcycle...

and was dead on the spot.

Who is Saarinen?

There were four of us, originally.

No one ever found out?

I know who shot Kck.

Your boss shot Kck.

- Nope!

His wife.

Who?

His wife, the doctor.

I have a video of her there at the time

of the crime. I'm 100% sure the vomit is hers...

I wanted to apologize.

Everything okay with you?

You're having a beer?

Damn Prosecco just gives you heartburn.

Remember how we used to drink!

We'd drain cases in a single night.

And then drive home with flashing lights.

I don't remember that.

No?

Less bureaucracy back then,

but...

more personalities.

These days we've just got...

a bunch of narrow-minded

smart-ass prigs.

A bank robbery in the late seventies,

a guy wouldn't be punished

for that anymore, but...

if he's the Chief of Police,

he'll probably have to resign, right?

Or what's your opinion, Brigadier?

Is he done?

Yes.

Good.

Then it's time for the big moment.

Brenner,

I'm tight with your therapist,

and she says...

you get your gun back today.

With a little present thrown in.

A silencer,

almost the same production year.

Y'know, I don't really need a silencer.

No one knows whether or not...

they might need a silencer.

Chief Inspector,

what do you think about silencers?

Silencers are only allowed for police officers.

- Right!

Sorry, Brenner.

Silencers are only allowed for police officers.

That's a funny law.

When does a police officer need a silencer?

Get away!

C'mon.

Get over there!

What happened to the two of us?

Take it,

maybe I left a bullet in there for you.

Don't you want to have a look?

You're not that much of a sport.

- Whatever,

I can put it in your hand afterwards.

I won't tell anyone anything, I swear,

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Listen,

we'll both keep our mouths shut

and bury him in the backyard.

Like back then,

we were fearless too, right?

We were friends once, weren't we?

Friends, yeah.

What I wouldn't have given back then

for you to be my friend.

Yeah, but it's not too late.

If we want,

things can stay the way they are.

You can shoot me

or get all sentimental,

but both at the same time is

f***ed up.

Can I smoke?

No.

Too late.

Your wife could be my daughter

or yours.

This might sound totally stupid, but...

somehow we're family.

Imagine if Saarinen were here.

What would Saarinen say

if he were here?

I'm so cold,

I'm going to turn on the heater.

Stop it!

I don't need light for what comes next.

You're not that pretty anymore.

Ever shot anyone you've known so long?

No.

Have you forgotten

that we went to school together?

That I used to help you...

at the shooting range?

At first you couldn't hit your target,

and I secretly hit your mark from the side.

Remember?

I never teased you

about your Duran Duran hairdo.

You put sugar in my Vespa tank.

Mr. Brenner?

We blew another fuse!

Oh dear, sorry about that!

Wait a minute, I'll be right out.

That shitty heater!

I totally forgot about that,

I'm really sorry.

- That's okay.

Sorry to intrude.

- You never intrude.

Guess who's here?

The Chief of Police.

Well, wouldn't you know.

Brigadier, I want you to meet someone,

come out for a second!

Hello.

- A pleasure.

This man saved my life.

Well, yes. I heard a bang

and I knew immediately...

it was a gunshot, I recognized it.

My father was a hunter.

I've reconsidered, I'm going to sell.

Well, that's a surprise.

But we haven't even discussed the price.

I'm sure we'll agree, right?

I think so too.

Since I'm face to face with such an

important police officer, I have a question.

I'll bring us some beer.

I won't say no.

Why don't the police patrol our street anymore?

Last year alone

the Gypsies tore off my side mirrors twice.

There's never money

when it comes to the safety of ordinary folks.

No wonder things are the way

they are everywhere.

Hey, are you f***in' crazy?

F*** off, idiot! Back up, police!

I don't want to go on.

Turn around!

Look at me!

Wow!

It's been...

so long

since the last time I was up here.

I've completely forgotten...

how beautiful the view is.

Look!

You arrogant a**hole.

You don't think

I'd shoot you in the back?

But now you die, you chickenshit!

- Then shoot!

Go on!

Maybe your aim will be better than the first time!

Are you crazy?

You shot yourself in the head, idiot!

Admit it, you a**hole!

It was you!

Do you think I'd lie to you even now?

I didn't commit suicide.

- No, you didn't.

You were too clumsy.

I didn't commit suicide!

What's wrong?

Is something wrong?

- No, no, I'm fine.

Terrific.

That's from me.

I arranged it.

A specialty company from abroad.

- Looks great.

China?

Zagreb.

Got a cigarette?

Do you remember the waitress

at the beach bar?

In Moscenicka.

The one with a mustache.

Yeah.

She only knew

how to say two things in German,

"eat" and "drink".

And one more thing too.

When she took our plates,

she always asked:

"You liked?"

Yeah.

What was her name?

Brenner, what's wrong?

What are you waiting for?

Race you to the Susi Bar!

God is boundless...

and boundless is God's mercy.

No sin is so grave

that it cannot be forgiven before you, o Lord.

If you looked upon our sins,

who could pass the test?

Amen.

We return the body to the earth.

As motif let's assume professional rivalry.

It was evident between them.

- Yes.

And the Gypsy murder,

probably the Chechen Mafia.

Or Bulgarian.

I refuse to deal with anything

more complicated than that...

because what's important now

is letting the dust settle.

Absolutely.

- Mr. Pichler.

I have a confession to make.

I shot Kck.

He blackmailed my husband for years.

It's not true.

I was with Kck that night.

We got drunk.

Then we played around with a gun

that belonged to a late classmate.

And suddenly it went off.

I panicked and sent Kck's worker

away with the crime weapon, and...

just then the cleaning lady caught me.

- What?

It was an accident.

- That's not true at all.

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