Winterkartoffelknödel

Crime comedy set in a village somewhere in Bavaria, centering around a village policeman's attempt to solve a murder case, his chaotic private life and the dysfunctional relationship with his wacky father. Village gendarme Franz Eberhofer is as white as his grandmother's winter potato dumplings. He first has to digest the sight of the dead Neuhofer son. As if out of the blue, a construction container had come loose from the crane and buried the unfortunate man right under it - right in front of their own front door. The police officer, who was transferred to his hometown of Niederkaltenkirchen, doesn't really believe it was an accident. After all, after 15 years of service in Munich, he has an unerring instinct for crime. With the help of his friend and former colleague Rudi Birkenberger, who now works as a private detective, Eberhofer finds out that the container's suspension has been tampered with. But nothing more. In the village, the matter is clear anyway: really bad karma. Because the father of the dead man died in an accident. The community, especially the male part, prefers to deal with a new face than with murder theories: The exciting Mercedes, recently moved into the abandoned villa on the edge of the forest, wraps everyone around its finger. Also Eberhofer. Unfortunately, his duty as a policeman distracts him from his flirtation with Mercedes: Mother Neuhofer is found hanged. Now only son Hans is left of the long-suffering family. But instead of sinking into grief, he recently drives an expensive sports car. No wonder that Eberhofer's mistrust is reawakened. —ADR Das Erste