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A plastic sheet covers the eyes of the Virgin Mary in the mine near Karl's house. At her feet lie three dead people, all old, all rich. As rich as you can be in the Bavarian backwoods when the major employer in town has folded, a paint factory. Karl puts his chemistry to different use now, making synthetic drugs, while Hubertus has huge debts to shady Austrian hoods. Iris has a degree, but still doesn't have a job. So the demise of the village elders is actually quiet convenient for the hicks, especially if they can cover up their deaths, collect their pensions and alter their wills to substitute Iris for the intended charities. But the dead men's handwriting isn't so great anymore, and the villagers will have to come up with stand-ins. As the plan goes haywire, the corpses start piling!