Moral 63

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Morality, morality, morality!

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Morality, morality, morality!

Canal, canal, canal!

Banal, canal, whatever!

What is this nonsense?

Let go of me!

Let go! I'll call the police.

Let go!

Police!

Police!

- Come on, get in!

Hopefully you'll pass me

off to a supervisor,

who can better afford a silly thing

like this than you, you poor sod!

They are witnesses. Insulting an official.

The "poor sod" will cost you. I promise.

Just don't break your tongue.

The Hafner woman, Doctor.

- Finally!

Pardon the interruption.

Ms. Winkers, I'll call you

when I need you.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Are you behind my arrest?

Do you have a cigarette for me?

Thanks.

Later, Ms. Winkers, later.

So, tell me. Your name

is Marion Hafner.

You maintain an association for

the nurturing of human relationships.

R.U. -Pardon me?

- I said R.U. Registered Union.

What does that mean, "the

nurturing of human relationships"?

You could have long ago peaceably

educated yourself about that.

With the appropriate advisor, my

house is open to everyone.

- So, an open house! You admit that.

- Don't be so naive.

We have evidence that strange things

have occurred in your house.

If you need a case to make your career,

I would have chosen something else.

Gynecologist, for example, or

oncologist, or even something political.

I fear for your cynicism. It will

soon vanish.

Do you know what a cell is? We'll keep you

here so long, you will have become ugly.

I won't do you that favour. I know I

will get my friends released very quickly.

I am very eager to get to know

your friends.

Don't you want to tell me why

I was arrested?

On the basis of a criminal investigation,

suspicion of matchmaking, prostitution

public misconduct,

and so on, and so on.

Take her away, Mrs. Ratzke.

Here, Mr. Engel. Search the house.

- What, my house?

Absolutely! Is someone home?

- Yes, my housekeeper, Baroness Sassel.

Then please ask this baroness to send

along nightclothes and underwear for her.

- Yes, sir. -And a pair of felt shoes, for

the cold feet you will get with my case.

Go ahead.

An impertinent person!

What are you playing anyway?

- Bach. Prelude in D minor.

Bach!

Johann Sebastian.

Off we go! -Good evening. What

do you gentlemen want?

Police. House search.

- Wait a minute.

Cops.

Oh my God! Where am I supposed

to go? If they find me here...

- Don't get excited. Put something on.

Then come on in, gentlemen. Take off

your coats, make yourselves comfortable.

Here, hang this around your neck.

Pretend you're my assistant.

When they come in, press the button.

Dear listeners, dear fellow men,

this is Axel Rottmann from Bonn.

The events in the villa on

the hill are moving fast.

Even the police have already arrived.

Ah, there they are.

Apart from the Carnival turmoil, with

the proverbial Rhinian humour,

you are doing your difficult duty.

- Police!

- Media!

- Stop that! What are you doing here?

- Same as you. We're gathering material.

We appreciate that. We'll look through

keyholes, and at best you'll be in bed again.

Who are you?

- Student of photography.

Baroness, what do you have to say

about such afflictions?

They have unpleasantness. -Whom do you

mean? -Both. The police and the media.

Uh, erase the last sentence. Leave that.

It'll be traced to its most secretive nook.

The crime scene will be combed

through systematically.

Unforeseen discoveries await.

We are now entering the very holiest

place, so to speak. The boudoir

of the madam of the house.

First of all, there are pictures on the

wall that attract our attention,

such as naked Mayas, bathing Venuses.

Venuses? What's the plural of Venus?

Venera!

- Ah, well it doesn't matter.

...waited for, will be very disappointed.

Here the obscene is camouflaged.

The pornography is hidden

behind abstract forms.

What refinement, what ingenuity, what

sophistication, what over-refinement

of the taste for the zest for life!

Altogether, a superior contribution to

our beloved continuing series,

"Living Longer, Eating Better, Living

Better". Or, er, the reverse.

And what do we have here? A birdy.

A quite chirpy birdy would like to speak.

Apropos speaking: maybe he has

something to tell us.

After all, he has heard and

seen so much. Well?

No, he's not saying anything. He's

abiding by the motto of the house:

"La discrtion et la parole de honneur"

Freely translated: silence is golden.

So much for the birds.

- And the dress, Inspector.

Oh, that's right. A dress and

underwear for the Hafner woman.

A dress? For what purpose? Mrs. Hafner puts

great worth in always being well-dressed.

What does she do for a living?

- Mrs. Hafner does not have a career.

Only numerous hobbies.

H- h-o-o-b... hobbies. A candid

word at the right time.

Madam Baroness, I kiss your hand.

That's it.

This report and all photos are by

Axel Rottmann from Bonn. End.

Ladies and gentlemen...

My dear colleague, you're disturbing

my whole speech. Who is it?

Hafner, Marion Hafner.

Hafner? You unlucky fool! If only

you had kept your hands off that woman.

Impossible, judge! The foreign office

put out a warrant

because she charged 1000 marks for

the crown prince's sex education.

Surely he couldn't pay. -He forwarded

the bill to the foreign office.

But we don't set a price

in the field of eroticism...

On top of that, another notice from Consul

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