Sennentuntschi: Curse of the Alps

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Swiss Alps, present day

Mummy, mummy,

- is this one all right?

- No, that one's poisonous.

The pretty ones are often dangerous.

We are looking for those. Ceps.

Go, have a look

next to the fir trees.

Thank you.

- 18, 28, 38 and 48 are retained.

- Ok.

- So?

- Adolescent male, dead about 30 years.

- Have you found the boy?

- No.

And where's the girl?

Do you recognize him?

That one.

- This one?

- Dear God. That's Albert.

That's not possible.

This picture was taken in 1975,

when the boy was reported missing.

Are you telling me,

your daughter saw a ghost?

There was another cop up here

who didn't believe in ghosts.

Swiss Alps, 1975

Do you hear that?

Jesus.

Go, get Zingg.

Broken neck.

- Fortunately.

- Why?

Normally you're strangled

if the drop isn't long enough.

Strangulation is torturous.

- So it's suicide.

- Yes.

Horrible.

Why would such a god-fearing man

do such a thing?

It's...

a dark force that crept into his heart.

When he was at his weakest,

the force took his soul.

In our church

we only have one name for this force:

The devil.

We won't bury Gian,

servant of God and our sacristan,

like a dog.

Despite his grave offense

against God's will, we will grant him

peace in death for 3 days and his grave

shall be next to the pilgrim's path.

Let us pray.

Reusch, look. Mother of God!

Go, get the doctor!

Quick!

Is everything all right?

She doesn't seem in such a bad state.

I'm Doctor Zingg.

And your name is?

Reusch, go get a glass of water.

- So?

- Probably just a fainting spell.

She probably got lost up there.

Otherwise nothing's normal about her.

This woman has amnesia.

She doesn't speak.

And it's not physical.

You can't drink with a paralysed tongue.

We should take her to Schopfmatt.

We're not taking her

to an insane asylum.

She needs someone to take her home,

not someone to give her electric shocks.

Do you want to make a phone call?

- I must go. I've given you my opinion.

- Yes, and you know mine.

It wasn't suicide.

If Tnz saw the woman three days ago,

the case is clear.

Nothing's clear. Tonz saw a monk

- on the pilgrims' path.

- A monk? One who walks like a woman?

How does a woman walk? Tonz?

Yes. Show me.

I... I'm not sure.

She ran away the moment I saw her.

"She"?

- I mean the creature.

- Right,

A creature. A monk.

I think this girl is

one of those hippie chicks

from the city who came up here

and took too many drugs.

Ah, bollocks!

Good day!

Theres, do you have a free room for her?

No. Come with me.

- Are you crazy?

- Are you nuts?

First the sacristan's suicide, then her.

This is no coincidence.

Sebastian,

this woman was on Mt. Thistle.

She dropped this. Albert carved it.

And my brother's up there with him.

You have to go to the cabin

to see if everything's okay.

Sebastian.

Please.

Do you have something for her to wear?

There.

Doesn't speak, but goes for the best.

Thank you, Theres.

What are you doing next?

First, I have to go to Mt. Thistle.

- And her? Will you take her with you?

- No.

She'll stay at my place

since you haven't got

- room for her.

- You can't let her

wander around.

She may look like a doll. But there's

no proof she didn't kill our sacristan.

- Why do you think it's murder?

- do you need to find

Albert's and Erwin's dead bodies before

you understand that she's a murderer.

She either goes with you

or you lock her up.

Better safe than sorry.

It won't take long.

Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

Here.

Mother of God.

Is anyone here?

Erwin!

Get in touch. Reusch

So?

Everything's fine. They went hunting.

The gun is gone, the cows are in

the pasture, the fire is still glowing.

They must have left at dawn.

Thank God.

What do you mean, "thank God"? Reusch,

as long as you haven't seen

Albert and Erwin,

I can't rest.

You can't take it so lightly.

I am taking it seriously.

- Let me see her.

- What?

- She's too dangerous for you.

- Bollocks!

She'll bewitch you.

Don't look into her eyes.

- You're scaring her.

- No, not me. The crucifix.

She's the devil.

Out! Out!

She'll kill you, Reusch!

Out!

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

Don't cry. Everything is fine.

Yes, that's you.

So we can find out who you are.

This is you too.

Maybe you can read or write.

I just want to help you.

Time to dream.

Final Stop "Trepunt".

Mister Manz?

Martin Delacroix. Volunteer, Fribourg.

Yes, right. Do you have good lungs?

I think so.

Let's go.

I thought you had good lungs.

City boy.

Idiot.

What makes a guy like you come up

to the mountains? Done something wrong?

I just wanted to leave the city.

Leave the city or a woman?

Both.

I understand, a woman.

Was there another man?

No.

So where's the problem?

Our relationship was

too exclusive for her.

So she left. Without a trace.

And now you think

the mountains may help?

Stop it, you idiot!

Albert.

Pleased to meet you.

He is as mute as a maggot.

Or a good woman.

Wait!

Take this. It's from Theres.

Sit down.

What's your thing in life?

- I work in an ER.

- Oh.

- A doctor.

- No, no.

Assistant physician.

Now you'll be assistant milker.

Right, Albert?

Fresh goat's milk.

- Thank you. It's still warm.

- Yep.

Oh boy!

A city stomach can't take it.

It's not that funny. To the barn!

Better?

A little bit.

Then go and assist Albert.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Yes, um, that's me.

Yes, that's Mount Thistle.

Holzlistock, up there.

Theres.

You know her already.

That night, it seemed

as if she wanted me.

But then she chose the mayor.

Was Albert born mute?

No, an avalanche in 1964.

It buried my brother's farm.

He was his only son. After digging

for two hours we found him.

He was the only survivor.

He has never talked since then.

Put it back into the tin.

For God's sake!

Idiot! That won't make it better.

Or do you eat dirty cheese?

City boy.

What happened?

I can't believe it.

Clean it up.

Son of a b*tch.

What's going on?

Bloody lynx. I missed it.

Nothing we can do about it now.

Wait.

It's the windpipe. The longer we wait,

the more it suffers.

Come.

Come on.

It's okay, boy.

Thank you.

Now we come to Missing Persons.

You have to work your way through them.

They are classified

according to country and region.

These are the most recent.

If you can't find anything,

you can always leave her here.

Come.

I want to show you something.

Abracadabra!

- Do you know what That is?

- No.

The quickest way to the stars.

Absinth. The green fairy.

Cheers.

They say, it makes you go blind.

But so far no one who has bought

from me has complained. If anything,

it makes you see things

- that don't exist.

- That's because of

the thujone in it.

- What's that?

- A nerve poison.

It's a hallucinogen.

Therefore illegal.

One guy killed his wife

while he was high on it.

Chopped her head off.

With an axe.

Well then, sant.

Down with the cops!

MISSING:

"Three men killed

in a hunting-lodge fire.

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