Sennentuntschi: Curse of the Alps Page #2

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Unknown female, disappeared.

St.Moritz, 1950.

Investigating inspector, Reto Matter."

That's not possible.

Take five.

- What's up?

- I must talk to someone in the valley.

Now what?

I don't want to take her there.

Could you take care of her

until I get back?

- Do you know what you're doing?

- Yes.

You're the mayor

and the only one I trust.

Ok then. Just because it's you.

Thanks.

He will come back.

Girl, wait.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. Show me the picture.

Kind of creepy.

In 40 years of service,

this is my only unsolved case.

"Luegisland" (Scenic View).

That was the name of the lodge.

And this is how it looked

after the fire.

Do you know anything about this woman?

Prime suspect.

Probably a gypsy.

Despite an intensive search,

I never found the woman.

Thank you very much.

Inspector Matter.

When I am at the Pearly Gates,

I'll ask the Lord

who the woman was.

You do that.

I'll call you if I have any questions.

You do that.

You made a hubby.

Nice.

It will get loud.

Hey, are you crazy?

- Let me!

- What is going on?

Where are you?

Come out! Don't be scared!

Here's to the top,

and here's to the middle.

To the middle...

Here's to the top,

and here's to the middle.

Let's hope tonight we all get a little.

Now it starts spinning, eh?

Albert?

Bring me a glass.

Now you drink.

- Don't be scared.

- Soon you'll see another kind of fog.

Come on.

Come on. Be a man!

One plus one equals?

Three!

My God.

Sebastian?

Are you hungry?

Apple?

Come.

Eat.

Eat.

God bless this bread. Amen.

Bread.

Don't be scared.

It's just a knife.

What's the matter?

He's going wild.

Time to send him to a brothel.

So he'll have problems with women

for the rest of his life.

Those problems only exist in the city.

Free love!

No wonder women don't know

where they belong anymore.

Whoopsy daisy!

Are you already too drunk

or getting philosophical?

Sorry. Just the blues.

Free love. That's what my girlfriend

believed in.

I don't.

To forget one woman, you need another.

- Up here?

- Especially Up here.

Right, Albert?

You need a "Sennentuntschi".

A what?

A "Sennentuntschi".

Albert will make you one.

Go! Get the broom.

Hurry up!

Notter!

Notter!

Notter!

Where is she?

Notter!

Where is she?

- Where?

- Salis chased her away.

- Salis?

- Yes.

I thought you were my friend.

I never blamed you for marrying Theres.

- Even if you are not half the man I am.

- Reusch!

The baby is dead.

Two months early.

I couldn't do anything.

She wants to see you.

She's to blame, Sebastian.

The woman took my child.

I just wanted to help.

Theres...

How could you let that happen?

Notter, I... I'm so sorry,

- I...

- F*** off!

Damn it!

It's a true legend.

Three herdsmen in the alps.

Lost and lonely. Like us.

Use a broom, straw and a rag

to create the woman of their dreams.

The devil took pity on them

and made her come alive.

That's the Sennentuntschi.

Does the housework,

irons, does laundry, makes coffee,

and at night

she lets the three men have their way.

And? Happy?

Happy.

Now we'll make this caterpillar

become a butterfly.

A real woman, you understand?

Got it.

I'll go get Dr. Frankenstein.

Not like that. With a saying, idiot.

Let's hear it.

Spiritus sanctus,

Abracadabra!

What's so funny?

Up here, I'm the boss! All together now:

Absinthus,

Spiritus sanctus,

Abracadabra!

Dear Theres, dear Jakob,

we all know who's responsible

for this innocent child's death.

And it's not the first time

this woman has killed.

The first written record of this woman

dates from 1340.

Eight dead monks in Piedmont.

And there was more.

Four merchants in Bohemia,

murdered in 1435.

In 1656,

five soldiers slain

Alaska, 16 gold miners.

five missionaries in Eschnapur.

We have reports, pictures,

even...

photographs.

St. Moritz, 1950:

the last instance.

And now... this.

She's back.

You all know this face.

But those who didn't know it

had to endure a horrible death.

Calm down.

This book was written

by the Irish monk Collum.

He defeated her.

God gave him the weapon to send

the devil to where he belongs: to hell.

This is the symbol

that makes the devil weak.

Draw it on your door frame.

And he will avoid your home.

Anyone who sees that woman

should come to me.

The crucifix gives me the power

to save our souls.

Even yours, Reusch.

Amen.

What's going on? Are you nuts?

I can't believe it.

Martin!

- Are you crazy?

- What's that?

Damn.

Something to eat.

Take care of her.

Erwin, it wasn't the Absinth.

This woman is real.

More real isn't possible.

And how did she get up here?

With bare feet?

- And in our doll's clothes?

- I wonder too.

What now?

She's the Sennentuntschi.

- No bad jokes about that.

- "Bad"?

What do you mean?

I didn't tell you the ending.

Tell me.

After the three have had their fun,

she kills them in revenge.

She skins them and

makes dolls out of them.

And you believe in this?

You never know.

Come on, you know her.

I nearly fell for it. Oh Erwin.

You do this with every volunteer?

No, I've never seen her before.

- Don't mess me around.

- I'm not.

I swear.

Now what? What shall we do?

What do I know.

First I have to bone the goat.

And then we'll see.

I'm Martin. You?

My name is Martin.

This is Albert.

Albert, give her some shoes.

A child of nature, eh?

Martin, come help me.

Stop joking around.

I'm sure she's missing.

I wouldn't mind if she'd stay a little.

You have to bring her to the village.

I don't have to do anything.

Do you want 50 cops to come up here,

looking for her

and find your distillery?

Hello?!

All right, I'll take her down.

But you two finish this.

- Sure. Tell me what to do.

- Put the remains under the manure.

Albert will show you the rest.

Albert!

Shall we?

Let's have something warm for the road.

Coffee.

Warm, good.

I'll show you how it's done.

Matches!

Abracadabra!

There, there don't cry...

The most important part is missing.

Yes?

Inspector Matter,

I have another question.

My name is not Matter, my name is Huber.

Mister Matter's dead. Heart attack.

Have a good day.

You too.

WANTED FOR WOMAN'S MURDER

Sit down. Coffee is ready.

Yes, sit down.

Why are you still here?

Don't you see?

She doesn't want to go.

I tried everything.

In that case,

I'll take her to the village.

Go ahead and try.

But today she stays here.

There's a storm approaching

and you don't want a mudslide

taking you to the village.

A mudslide.

These city dwellers have no patience.

Meat.

I'll be back.

Come with me. Come, come.

Where are you?

Are we playing hide and seek?

Martin?

Albert?

Did you see Martin? And the woman?

This bloody moron. Get the gun and wait

here. If you see them, shoot in the air.

Understand?

I don't want you up here. Understand?

You don't seem to understand anything.

Never mind.

I'll show you the quickest way down.

There.

You go straight down to the village.

Come here! Not that way!

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