Prickel is a bit slow and hardly speaks more than three words. His friend Det is smarter and takes him along to Nina after a pub crawl. Then Nina is dead, and Prickel is sitting on the roof with a bloody knife. There’s no sign of Det, and the butcher from Bottrop is committed to a mental institution for the foreseeable future. The most beautiful lawyer in Mülheim hires the shabbiest private detective, the perpetually hungover ex-con and ex-junkie Kristof Kryszinski, to investigate in the most hopeless of cases. Between morning beers with car mechanics, lunch spots with computer fantasy geeks, and nightcaps with the fastest biker chick in the area, he fearlessly navigates the urban jungle between Mülheim and Ratingen in his souped-up clunkers. However, his visits to Prickel leave Kryszinski sweating.