Paul Is Dead Page #2

Sure, hang it by the door!

You're looking for a singer?

Yeah. Do you know one?

Yes, I already know a really good one.

- Honestly? Who then?

Me!

- Ha ha!

Hey Ringo, what makes something art?

Everything okay on Bonanza Ranch?

All okay!

- What's up?

I have to talk with you.

What's wrong?

Alone!

So! Now we won't be disturbed.

So, what's up?

Listen to this!

And?

What do you mean "and"?

Well, what's he saying, you know English?

Play it again!

Okay then.

You'd eventually figure it out.

Do you really want to hear it?

- Yes!

So! Listen up!

What John says there is, "I buried Paul"!

I've buried Paul.

- What?

One more thing!

What I've told you,

you can't tell anyone else!

When I say nobody, I mean nobody, got it?

If this gets around...,

the guy with the Beetle will come back,

and he'll find out who squealed.

This is no longer a game!

So, not a word to anyone. Okay?

Yes.

Hey, Mrs. Kublik!

Man, guy!

Do you swear you won't tell anyone?

How often have I told you to let me know

before you come over? - Do you swear?

What's this anyway?

Paul is dead!

Paul McCartney is dead, man!

- What?

That's right, young man, "Five minutes early

is a soldier's punctuality!"

Hello, dear.

- Hello.

So Till, take a sip of Samsara tea.

It's good for the blood and a stimulant.

I'm sure Tessa is almost ready!

Thank you, Mrs. Sthrenberg!

I want Samsara tea too!

- Come dear, let's go in the kitchen!

Where did the Kerner family go this year?

Yes, my mother

went to Brazil for two weeks.

Alone?

No, with her fianc.

To investigate the place.

We want to emigrate next year.

Brazil, yes. Beautiful amethysts there.

Several of my friends are in the gem trade.

Hello!

- Are we going?

So, pay attention, it goes like this!

On the 9th of November '66, Paul McCartney

got into his car, an Aston Martin.

Earlier, he had argued with the others

in the studio and was agitated.

He drove down Abbey Road and turned here.

Simultaneously, a white Beetle

came from here and turned this way.

At the intersection of Circus Road and Wellington,

one of them missed a red light and they crashed!

Paul McCartney was squashed between

the door and the steering wheel and...

... decapitated.

Nothing happened to the driver of the Beetle.

The manager, Brian Epstein, decided

to cover up Paul McCartney's death...

and replaced him with a doppelgnger.

The guy with the Beetle

is Paul McCartney's murderer!

Here, look at the albums!

There's evidence all over them.

Here, for example,

the doppelgnger ran out of time.

There you have some guys arranged around.

But he's much too big. Totally conspicuous.

Then here:
OPD

What does that mean?

That's English.

It means "officially pronounced dead".

Officially pronounced dead.

- Hmm.

Then here. That's a P for Paul.

These are "candis" plants.

What?

- Hashish! - Oh!

The P is crossed out. He's dead.

They're standing by the real Paul's grave!

Here, the hand above the head:

an Indian sign for death.

Here, John makes it quite blunt.

The hand above the head again.

This time it's actually the sign of the devil.

Like this!

Is there anything else?

- Yes, of course!

There! Three red carnations on the others,

a black one on Paul.

But the best... is yet to come!

Tell me what you see!

Well, John, Ringo, Paul and George

are on a crosswalk.

And where are they coming from?

From the studio.

Wrong.

Beyond the photo's left is a graveyard.

They're coming from the burial.

Pay attention...

John is wearing white, he's the pastor!

After that comes Ringo in a curious black suit.

So, he's the relative of the dead.

Or could also be an undertaker.

- Could be!

After him comes the false Paul, as the dead.

He's the only one out of step.

Do you notice anything else?

Paul is barefoot! The only one.

Correct. Roger said that the Mafia

remove the shoes of the dead.

The dead!

The guy is holding his cigarette in his

right hand, but Paul is left-handed!

At the end of the procession comes George,

in work clothes. The grave-digger.

But the best is here!

- The Beetle! Yes, of course.

Yes, but look at the features,

the license number.

LMW 28 IF. Well, I already know that!

Man, Helmut! Consider this,

when was "Abbey Road" recorded?

And how old

would Paul McCartney have been?

He would have been 28 IF he hadn't died!

Man! That's madness!

- Yes!

Are you sure he won't be back before 11?

- Absolutely!

Where is the toilet here?

- Right ahead.

Move over a bit, I need to quickly lie down!

Otherwise the stuff will run right out.

It says "apply only in the horizontal".

That really smells a bit funny.

And it foams too, but no matter!

Not yet. We have to wait ten minutes

before it works. - Oh!

Oh man, oh man!

What is it?

- Brutal!

The guy here, next to the police car...

Yes, what's with him?

He looks like Mr. Hhr!

- Which Mr. Hhr?

Mr. Hhr, man, our school janitor.

- Huh?

Well, Holzi!

Nonsense! Holzi is a lot fatter.

Listen, you spastic, the record is from 1969.

That's eleven years ago.

Holzi didn't have such a potbelly then!

But Helmut, what kind of nonsense is that!

What was Holzi doing on Abbey Road?

Now you have to take off your underpants.

Ready now?

- Mhm.

I still have to go to the loo!

- What, now?

Man!

You can't leave me hanging now!

Just a little more!

Not too much, not too much!

Okay! Calm down!

Think of something boring!

Amethysts!

Yoko Ono! Yoko Ono!

SH*T!

Here's the cigarette carton from the guy

in the shop. There's a number on it.

What, you're only now telling me that!

Earlier, you didn't believe me.

Helmholtz High School, Hhr.

Man! If he has something to do with the case,

then we'd better keep out of it!

Huh, first you tell me the whole story,

and now you want to chicken out?

Did you sh*t in your pants or something?

But Holzi? Man, he's not one to trifle with!

Know why the detention room is locked up?

A boy hanged himself there.

Hey, that's hilarious!

Holzi shut him in there. The boy hammered

on the door and screamed for days.

But Holzi didn't open it. No.

He stood by the door with a key,

but didn't open it.

And then he went crazy, drank his own piss,

and hanged himself.

And even today he still hangs up there

rotting away, eh?

Man, Tobias, that's baby stuff!

The pig over there has something to do

with Paul McCartney's murder.

This is completely different.

I'll call again.

Hhr! Hello?

Who's there? I can't hear you.

You pig! We know exactly who you are!

We'll get you!

What's this about? Hello? Hello?

Who are you?

Tomorrow we're going to get

some equipment, okay?

I have to go home.

If something happens, call me.

I'll take the phone into my room.

My parents won't hear anything there.

Helmut?

- Yes?

Keep this to yourself!

And keep your brother out of it, okay?

Keep your eyes open.

Holzi? How could it be Holzi?

SH*T!

What's the point of this?

Can you tell me, what this is for?

I haven't found the key.

Haven't found the key.

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