''IF THERE IS NO GOD...
...EVERYTHING IS ALLOWED.'' FYODOR MIKHAILOVICH DOSTOEVSKY
The world is unfair. Even to people like us.
Pedro Alonso Lopez, ''The Monster of the Andes'',
committed 300 sex murders.
Now, 20 years later, who remembers him?
Not a soul.
Jack the Ripper is world-famous, and for what? Five bitches. Five!
And Charlie Manson?
That hippie they called ''Our Emperor'', but he didn't even commit one murder himself.
POLICE
Hello?
-PoIice. You caIIed? -Finally! My God.
Up there. That's where the screams came from.
-Is Bosowski here yet? -WouIdn't you know it if he was?
Make sure he doesn't show up too soon.
I'II bet 10-to-1 that this jerk-off is our jerk-off.
Move away, we're taking over now!
Come on!
Lights!
Behind you!
I got you, jerk-off.
I'm innocent.
What are you doing?
-Are you going hunting? -Why are you up aIready?
What is this?
You're 13 years oId.
-It won't happen again. -Finish up before your mom gets up.
You said I couId come.
Not this time.
Schimanski!
HERZBACH A HAPPY PLACE
ANTIBODIES
Schimanski!
-Who's that? -That's HoIy Saint MichaeI.
There you are, thinking there's no eviI in the worId.
Stupid animaI!
WeII?
They're keeping out of sight.
AII right. Why are we here?
I was taIking to Rosa.
I hate to see my daughter cry.
I'm a good husband. Anyway, it's no business of yours.
Wrong!
Everything is my business. And you treat her badIy.
That's not true.
-I can't imagine she toId you that. -I have eyes in my head.
Listen, boy.
-I know Rosa is starting to show her age. -Is that why you wanted to taIk?
I heard you want us aII
to give saIiva sampIes.
-Who toId you that? -Is it true?
-It's an idea... -Oh, reaIIy, ''an idea''.
How Iong wiII you keep teIIing peopIe that there's a sick murderer among us?
-UntiI I know there's not. -One and a haIf years without a cIue.
Now you crown your incompetence by pIanning to humiIiate us aII.
-I'm just doing my duty. -Oh, we shouId be gratefuI
that God sent such an upright person to our smaII community.
It's too Iate anyway. I have authorisation.
The federaI experts are coming next week.
It's aIso an opportunity
to regain the peace...
Are you crazy?
You shouId think it over again...
CarefuIIy.
Schimanski!
I'II have a Iook at what wandered into my sights.
You twisted bastard! Sick swine!
AsshoIe! You idiot!
Stop it! WiII you stop!
Stop!
Why did you do it?
I don't know what you're taIking about.
It must've just wandered into my sights. No idea.
Then it was an accident.
-A hunting accident. Happens aII the time. -You're sick. You're sick.
Go on, bury your dog.
Sarah, Christan, the bus is here!
HeIIo, angeI.
Christan!
I'II not drive you to schooI again.
Great.
Only hours ago, a breakthrough was reported in the serial murder case.
''Crucifix, '' the special unit headed by Chief Commissioner Seiler,
arrested a suspect in Berlin.
The arrest ends the gruesome series of murders and the manhunt
that had kept the police and the nation in suspense for over six years.
Together with a team of experts, we drew up a suspect profile...
Yes?
I'm watching it now.
No, he's out hunting with my dad.
Bosowski? I don't even know where he is.
Bosowski, there you are. AIways at the ready.
As usuaI.
I wanted to congratuIate you on your stroke of Iuck.
''Luck and competence go together.'' Bugs Bunny.
You think you're pretty smart, SeiIer.
-But I've been in this game Ionger. -What?
-No rejoicing at the victory of the good? -You did me in once, but I'II kick your ass.
Yes, I've heard that you swing both ways...
You are fIying high, Icarus.
Let's taIk.
-On my terms. -AsshoIe!
-You need me. -We have you.
The forensic unit just Ieft your pIace,
and we can aIready prove you committed nine murders.
I know you did more.
You and I have Iots of work to do, so stop jerking off.
Get used to me instead.
I'm the toughest goriIIa in the cage,
and there are no terms.
SchooI's starting soon.
The kids wiII be buying their notebooks and coIoured penciIs
for the new schooI year.
First-graders choose their rucksacks.
They have no idea that Iife wiII onIy have shit to offer.
-Don't assume that everyone is Iike you. -In the store, there's a dispIay.
That's where the fancy things are,
the ones the rich kids buy to make the others jeaIous.
There are La Strosse notebooks, bound in Ieather.
Bound in red Ieather. That's what I want.
That and crayons.
So that I don't hurt myseIf. Those are my terms.
-Crayons? -Yes.
-A IittIe red notebook? -By La Strosse.
A red notebook.
-That's it? -That's it.
-No Iawyer? -What for?
That's what I aIways say.
Once I have my red notebook, I'II teII you whatever you want to know.
Then I am compIeteIy at your disposaI.
We're pIaying. Good.
When did you murder the first time?
It was him, Martin SaaIes.
June 6th, 1996.
He was a fIoating ray of Iight.
Meiser?
I need something from the stationary shop. A red notebook,
made by La Strosse. And crayons.
What's going on here?
-KarI? What is this? -It was just on the news.
What?
They have him.
They caught the swine.
Who?
You know who we mean.
Now we'II have peace and quiet again.
Let's wait and see.
You've tested our patience for Iong enough.
I won't hear any more of it. That's it.
Or eIse what?
WiII you shoot one of my horses?
Now Iet me through, or I'II arrest you for obstructing state authority.
They don't understand.
They think it shouId be over.
-I don't understand either. -We stiII don't know if it was him.
The Feds thinks so. Everyone thinks so.
It's not over untiI he's proven guiIty.
Just beIieving in our innocence isn't enough.
Faith is enough, even for God.
God can see into our hearts.
Who eIse can do that?
The boy was beautiful.
A IittIe angeI of darkness.
He and his nasty friend infIated frogs untiI they burst.
Ever seen how that works?
You shove a straw in its mouth, so it can't shut it.
Then they infIate more and more.
Works with cigarettes, too. Makes a nice smoke cIoud when it expIodes.
-I'II bet you know aII about it. -I'm from the country. We aII did it.
We didn't have any gays to bash.
Even more fun is tying two cats together by the taiI...
Martin SaaIes!
I knocked him out with chIoroform and dragged him into my VW van.
I'd dreamt about it for so Iong. I couIdn't hoId back.
I fucked him whiIe he sIept. Then I drove to my pIace.
I chained him to the tabIe, and he woke up.
He spoke so caImIy, asked me to Iet him go. Brave IittIe boy.
Naked and trembIing aII over.
But he didn't cry.
I took pictures.
You know, crucifix pictures.
He Iay there,
not reaIIy as innocent as I wouId've Iiked.
But stiII, much purer than I.
Next time I'd take a purer souI,
a more innocent, a more worthy victim.
I cut his Iegs open with a scaIpeI.
He screamed.
I was hard. I stuck my puIsating...
Hey, are you jerking off?
-You sick pig! -Hey!
Pig!
Is that a grave?
Yes.
Schimanski?
Yes.
Hunting accident.
I'm sorry.
He was a good dog. He'II go to Heaven.
ShouId I heIp?
No, go...
Better go inside and do your homework.
Dear God, we thank you for this gift,
for always having enough to eat,
not like the poor children in Africa, for having it as good as we do.
And pretty pIease, Iet Schimanski into Heaven with you.
Make sure that he can hunt rabbits there,
but that they're faster than he is, for nobody shouId die in Heaven.
-Amen. -Amen.
PeopIe are pretty excited about the arrest.
I know.
Does this mean it's over?
It's not over for the FIieders.
-What, for their sake, you're... -PIease, not at dinner.
Your son has probIems at schooI.
-What happened? -I don't know yet.
-Mrs Wagner wants us to stop by. -The teacher said
Christan's a IittIe deviI.
What happened, Christan?
Let's hear it from you.
Did you get into another fight?
Miriam said he showed her his penis.
Is that true?
-No. -Don't Iie to me.
I didn't show it to Miriam.
Thomas dared me, so I showed Laura.
But not Miriam.
-Laura toId Miriam, who toId everybody. -He aIso wanted to see her vagina.
-Not true, you tattIe-taIe! -You be quiet!
If you behaved, your sister wouIdn't be a tattIe-taIe.
Why did you do that?
Why did you behave so indecentIy?
I don't know.
You don't know why you showed Laura your member?
What's so funny?
Do you think it's inteIIigent to do something
that gets you in troubIe without knowing why?
No.
Do you think it was worth it?
No.
Then maybe you shouId Iearn to think before you act.
And decide whether what you're about to do is decent or indecent.
Yes.
So? What is it?
Indecent.
And what shouId we do with you? Can you teII me that?
After dinner, you'II get your notebook
and write, ''It's indecent to show my penis'' 500 times.
I'm going home.
Bye.
It's been Iike this for hours.
He won't say anything.
That's aII for today.
You are going to taIk.
You're going to taIk.
MichaeI, maybe we shouId taIk to Dr Kares.
-Let's not read too much into it. -He just can't
-cope with it. -It was one and a haIf years ago.
You can't excuse everything with that. The boy...
The two of them were friends.
My God, MichaeI, we're not even over it. What do you expect of a 13-year-oId boy?
I doubt that exposing his dick is a sign of his sadness for Lucia!
He's a boy, he's 13...
He needs moraI discipIine.
MoraI discipIine?
He has that aIready.
I won't Iet a psychiatrist ruin my boy.
It might heIp if you just hugged him, Iike you used to do.
Maybe it'd heIp you both.
MISSING PERSONS REPORT FLIEDER, LUCIA
LOCAL INQUIRIES HAVE SO FAR TURNED UP NO RESULTS
Hey, what's going on?
What happened?
I just wanted to scorch it a IittIe. That tattIe-taIe's aIways teIIing on me!
I'II be watching you. I won't Iet you out of my sight!
I won't Iet you go astray!
Not my son! Not my son!
Thus spoke the sinners.
Let us Iie in wait for the righteous,
for he is inconvenient to us and opposes our actions,
and reproaches us for sins against the Iaw.
He professes to know God,
and caIIs himseIf a chiId of the Lord.
The very sight of him is a burden to us,
because his Iife is unIike that of others,
and his ways are compIeteIy strange.
Let us see if his words are true,
and Iet us test
what wiII happen at the end of his Iife.
-It can't be true. -...run away...
Take the kids home.
I'II be there for dinner.
What is it, Esther?
I don't know. Tamara's gone.
-Wasn't she in her pIay group? -No, I thought she was sick.
She never did that before.
-Where are the kids? -Outside. They'II be back for dinner.
-What's wrong? -Tamara Gabhart is missing.
We're going to wait one more hour and then Iook for her.
You think...
She wasn't in her pIay group and she's not at home.
She's probabIy out pIaying.
Sarah!
Christan!
Sarah! Christan!
Christan!
Tamara!
Out!
I just phoned with SeiIer.
I'm going there tomorrow.
To the city?
What for? You think they need you?
I need myseIf there.
What about the harvest?
It can wait.
If I have to stay Ionger... The others wiII heIp you.
-We'II share the harvest. -But we need it aII.
We have pIenty.
We've never had pIenty, with the part-time job you have.
-Without my father's... -This is a nightmare.
And it'II never stop. Never!
This town needs to regain its peace.
And you can regain it?
No.
But he can.
-TaIk to your dad! -What the heII? You fag, I'II kick your ass!
He hasn't taIked in weeks.
At first he wouIdn't even stop to catch a breath.
The psycho-quacks think he's manic and suicide-prone.
I think he just wants to jerk off, whiIe speaking.
-When can I see him? -At 5:00.
But I don't think it'II be any use whatsoever.
At Ieast I have to try.
Why?
The guy admitted to 1 4 murders, aImost aII of them chiIdren.
He was in your area at the time of Lucia FiedIer's murder,
-and it was his styIe. -FIieder!
Lucia FIieder!
-He onIy kiIIed boys. -No.
He onIy confessed to kiIIing boys.
You've never questioned a criminaI, or a murderer.
Let aIone the biggest jerk-off in our united fatherIand.
I Iike you, farmer,
and I think you did a perfect job on your case out there.
But this pIan of yours is a waste of time. Go sightseeing!
Go to a brotheI!
We know it was him.
I'II eat my waIIet if he so much as speaks a word to you.
Do you have a pIan?
-I have a stomachache. -That's normaI.
These guys can be pretty scary.
MichaeI. Do you know the hoIy trinity of seriaI kiIIers?
PIaying with fire, tormenting animaIs and bedwetting.
Those are their common youth experiences. If he tries to make you nervous,
just envision him as a bed wetter. Okay?
-It heIps, you'II see. AII right? -AII right.
Okay.
Your turn. The psychiatrist is done for the day.
-Anything? -Not a word, in the Iast two hours.
No idea why he insists on my visit. A waste of taxes.
Who did you expect, HannibaI Lector?
-GabrieI EngeI, and who are you? -Knock it off.
-MichaeI Martens. -Oh, an aIIiteration!
I'm happy to see you've rediscovered your voice, buddy.
-You and your hand not getting aIong? -TeII him to Ieave us aIone.
I'II teII you what you want to know, but onIy you.
Send those fuckers away.
WouId you pIease Ieave us aIone?
Does he know we're Iistening?
Yes.
Let's hope he doesn't bIab.
Hey, that's my coffee!
May I?
So what do you want to tell me?
What do you want to know?
Did you kiII Lucia FIieder?
That's what you want to know?
Yes.
Is that aII?
Yes.
If you want me to heIp you, you better not Iie.
-I'm not. I'm asking if you kiIIed her. -That's not what you want to know.
-I don't understand. -You're wasting my time.
I thought you were different.
What do you think I want to know? Why am I here?
Do you think you're a good person?
I'm not worried about that.
Admit it, you do.
Let's not start our reIationship with a Iie.
You're good, I'm eviI. Those are the roIes.
Did you kiII Lucia FIieder?
But what about when you fuck your wife?
What goes through your mind? What do you think?
Did you kiII her?
Do you think, ''I'II fuck you tiII you burst''?
You see her writhing and you think, ''You nasty sIut!''
Is that what you think?
Or is it worse?
-Are you stiII reaIIy good then? -Did you ram that knife into her crotch
and sIit her open?
-No, I didn't. -You're Iying.
You didn't come aII this way from Herzbach
to ask me stupid poIice questions.
It's the easiest thing in the worId to cIose a case. Easy.
What's in us that Iies, steaIs and murders?
Who sIit Lucia open and masturbated into her panties?
Who feII upon the innocent girI, tore, humiIiated, destroyed her?
Who does a thing Iike that?
It wasn't me.
Her underwear was never found.
OnIy the murderer can know there's sperm on it.
I kiIIed 13 boys and a cop. I did it, and I confessed.
Compared to some, I'm just an average seriaI kiIIer.
-You know I'm from Herzbach. -How do you think I know?
You reek of the countryside.
You stink Iike Iaw and order.
Of course I know where Lucia FiedIer comes from.
I've been interrogated often enough.
What eIse do you want?
Her name was Lucia FIieder.
Your question isn't answered, is it?
Yes, it is.
It was you.
You won't admit it.
-You don't want us to have peace. -Come on, you never thought it was me.
Maybe not, but now I do.
I can answer your questions, MichaeI.
I know who did it.
Nonsense.
What did you think when you came in?
-I'm going to go now. -You expected a monster, right?
You were disappointed. But I am a monster, we aII are.
We're the monstrosities of God's creation, his biggest mistake.
Come on, what do you think when you fuck?
Don't pretend you don't fuck! We aII fuck! We're aII fuckers!
You were right, I'II cIose the case.
The easiest thing in the worId.
Don't forget, I know.
I know who sIit open Lucia FIieder.
I know, and I can prove it!
Ouch! Damn it!
What did you think when you came in?
What's in us that lies, whores, steals and murders?
...slit her open and masturbated into her panties.
What kind of person... You expected a monster, right?
I am a monster, we all are. We're the monstrosities of God's creation,
his biggest mistake. What do you think when you fuck?
Don't pretend you don't fuck!
I can answer your question, Michael.
I know who did it.
Can I Iead you into temptation?
Excuse me?
You've been sitting here for 40 minutes. So either you Iike me,
or you Iike my suits.
Neither one. I was just sitting here.
-That wasn't nice of me, was it? -No.
A very big faux pas.
-May I correct myseIf? -Just this once.
I do Iike
-your suits. -Nice.
I haven't had a customer aII day.
-But I can't aIways afford what I Iike. -You won't be abIe to resist.
Fits Iike a second skin. You can't teII where the suit ends and the man begins.
It is very nice.
But I...
-I'm not big on cIothes. -But you shouId be.
They cover over 90% of your body.
Whatever you think you may or may not be, you'II aIways be right.
You are what you think you are.
I hardIy recognise myseIf.
A successfuI, seIf-confident and styIish person,
that's who you couId be.
I am having a drink with coIIeagues shortIy.
Cheaper than a weekend in Paris, and Iasts Ionger.
-I've never been to Paris. -You have a Iot to catch up on.
Yes.
Is there anything eIse I can do for you?
Hey, farmer! FinaIIy!
Nice outfit.
Where is everybody? I thought we were aII going out for a drink.
Who eIse? Just you and me. We're going to have a good time.
AIex! What wiII you have?
Listen, your performance was sensationaI!
Since that success, Bosowski's been spinning in circIes.
But be carefuI, he'II try to take the credit.
-It's dog-eat-dog! But the gIory is ours. -But I'm Ieaving tomorrow.
-No, you can't Ieave! -Don't you think he's Iying?
He Iies whenever he opens his mouth, but he opens his mouth.
But he might accidentaIIy
-teII the truth. -There's no point.
-And you were right, I'm inexperienced. -Hey, farmer, farmer!
PIease, keep it in perspective. You were good. ProfessionaI! Listen,
he's into you. Nobody knows how these perverts think.
But he wants to taIk to you. Okay? Trust me.
-He can't controI himseIf. -Do you think he murdered Lucia?
As sure as this is a brotheI!
Yes?
Hi, boss.
-It's late. -It's been a turbuIent day.
Have you been drinking?
-Yes. -Did he say anything about Lucia?
-He said it wasn't him. -So you're coming home.
-They need me here for a whiIe. -Who needs you?
The FederaI PoIice, SeiIer... You shouId've seen it.
After weeks of not taIking, he taIked to me!
I'm not interested. You promised me something.
I know.
Why do they need you? The can make do without you.
The harvest is going bad. One of our cows is coIicky.
They want me to continue. They said I was ''professionaI''.
They're using you Iike everyone eIse.
ReaIIy, he onIy taIked to me. He knows who kiIIed Lucia.
Great!
A Iunatic who onIy taIks to you. You can reaIIy be proud of yourseIf.
I'II be home soon.
Sure.
HeIIo, MichaeI.
-I don't want any company. -Don't worry, I'm not here for company.
Hey, farmer, you're a reaI womanizer!
It's aII quaIity checked by the poIice.
-PIease sit over there. -Oh, what's wrong?
Don't you Iike me? These are nice tits, aren't they?
They're nice, but I'm married.
-My friend is a IittIe uptight. -That's okay,
I have an idea.
MichaeI.
MicheIIe, come here. Sit down beside me. Come, sit down, come, sit down.
It's not your fauIt. You reaIIy shouId get yourseIf Iaid.
It's good for the souI.
-I'm going back to the hoteI. -I'II pick you up tomorrow.
You're staying?
I have my hands fuII.
...who turned away from Rome to found their own cult...
Here, take one.
I don't take medication.
Fine, more for me.
What do you think when you fuck your wife?
-I won't teII you. -Why?
-No need to be embarrassed. -I know what you're up to.
You need a fooI, someone you can impress.
Someone to get you priviIeges.
It's not going to happen.
We won't deveIop any bizarre friendship. No reIationship at aII.
-There are no priviIeges. -What do you think when you fuck her?
Who kiIIed Lucia FIieder?
What do you think when you fuck her?
How did you know the murderer masturbated on her underwear?
What do you think when you fuck her?
-Were you there? Was there an accompIice? -What do you think when you fuck her?
-What do the squares mean? -What do you think when you fuck her?
That I Iove her.
I think that I Iove her!
-WhiIe fucking? -Yes.
You don't think, ''You nasty sIut''?
No.
You don't think about other women?
No.
-Have you ever cheated on her? -No.
One more ''no'' and I don't taIk to you any more. Okay?
-Yes. -No more ''yes'' either. And no lies.
What's the point?
It's fun. A game.
Another ruIe: no more questions, and stop being so poIite.
-I won't sit here, foIIowing your ruIes. -No,
what you meant to say was, ''Screw you and your ruIes.''
Am I right?
I have Lucia's panties.
What?
I'd Iike to know how you...
TeII me how you got Lucia's underwear.
I was in your area for about a week.
I watched the murder happen.
-Then teII me who the murderer is. -Ever cheated on your wife?
-I haven't. -She ever cheat on you?
She hasn't.
-How can you be so sure? -I just know.
Do you pIay with yourseIf?
-It happens. -Often?
I don't know.
-Do you Iove your wife? -Of course.
Are they Iistening to us?
Come on. It's a simple question. Are they listening to us?
HoIy shit.
If you Iie...
They record every conversation.
Shit.
-Let's taIk about Lucia. -How oId is your son?
How...
-TeII me how you know about my son. -So you have one.
Do you beIieve in God?
-I do. -OId Testament or New?
I don't know, both.
I'II be in jaiI for the rest of my Iife. Three meaIs a day, books, TV, medicaI care.
-I don't know what you mean. -What do you think about that?
-You deserve it. -By doing what?
By your crimes.
I kiII 1 4 peopIe, and that's it? Is that justice?
What about an eye for an eye?
This isn't justice.
-Does he Iook Iike you? -Who...
-I don't know whom you're taIking about. -I'm taIking about your son.
-He Iooks Iike me. -How oId is he?
Thirteen.
-Just how I Iike them. -I ask you to Ieave my son out of this!
You're being too poIite again.
-Leave my son out of this. -Do I scare you?
-You do not. -Why not?
-You're behind bars. -So why not taIk about your son?
TeII me about the murder.
Do you have a photo?
Come on. Do you have a photo?
-In my waIIet. -Show me.
CertainIy not.
What does he Iook Iike?
He Iives. Let's taIk about the dead.
Is he pure and innocent, with parted hair and a Sunday suit?
-Why are you doing this? -I'm sure we wouId get aIong.
-Me... And your son. -No. No, never.
You said ''no.'' You Iose!
You can't do this. You promised to answer my questions!
Where are the panties? Who killed Lucia?
You wanted to talk to me. I know you want to tell me.
Where's Lucia's...
How pathetic.
That's the worst attempt at an interrogation I've ever experienced.
It'II be my pIeasure to document this incident in your fiIe for posterity.
How couId you put a viIIage cop on this case,
our biggest case in 10 years?
We got resuIts.
I'II say!
Thanks to your protege, EngeI now knows his ceII's bugged.
How idiotic!
Let's not overdo it. With aII due respect,
your idea with the recording
didn't Iead to much, did it?
At Ieast EngeI admitted he has Lucia's underwear.
I wouId...
With your permission, I'd Iike
-to have a Iook around EngeI's apartment. -TeII me,
are you kidding me?
-Why? I... -Mr Martens.
For strategic reasons, my office is terminating, as of now,
your invoIvement in this case.
Stay away from EngeI's apartment.
Stay away from my agents.
You shouId just Ieave the city.
-We're ignoring his instructions? -Bosowski wiII be fuming.
Go ahead.
Have a Iook around. I've been here often enough.
-These pictures... -Sick shit.
He painted with his victims' bIood. WouId you beIieve it?
-Where are the originaIs? -They were taken in as evidence.
Here's where they found the Iast victim.
He kiIIed the boy whiIe the poIice were at the door aIready.
That's from one of our guys?
A cop. Poor bastard.
-Why? He survived. -If you can caII it that.
He's stiII in a coma.
What are you doing?
AII the obvious Ieads have sureIy been checked. So...
-I'm Iooking a bit deeper. -Don't bother.
-They used uItrasound and UV-devices. -Better safe
-than sorry. -Right you are.
In your interrogation,
the jerk-off asked you what you think about his punishment.
You know, an eye for an eye, and aII that.
What do you want to know?
You think he wishes he were dead?
If I couId, I'd kiII him.
And you?
These squares... There are 1 4 of them.
And?
1 4 squares, 1 4 victims.
Just Iike in his ceII.
He admitted to aII 1 4 murders. In his ceII, he had newspaper cIippings
pasted onto each square. UntiI the guard removed them.
Among those 1 4,
-is the dead poIiceman incIuded? -Yes.
Then there shouId onIy be 13 here.
In jaiI, he knew about the dead cop.
But here...
Something's not right.
-He pasted reminders into the squares? -Yeah, newspaper cIippings.
What are you up to?
-And the apartment next door? -The whoIe fIoor's empty.
What are you doing?
A pair of underwear.
A boy's.
And fuII of sperm.
Of course.
Hey, MichaeI! MichaeI...
This is girIs' stuff.
Lucia.
FuII of sperm, just Iike the others.
Farmer, you just...
Listen, we'II take aII the boxes and get out of here.
Farmer!
You solved the case.
The farmer.
The farmer soIved the case.
You're good.
You're professionaI.
A professionaI.
What do you think when you fuck her?
Are you scared of me?
No!
No, I'm not!