No wonder - of course Möllemann wasn't solely responsible for the whole mess. The FDP has some skeletons in the closet. But the fact that Möllemann just slapped a million in cash on the table, that's something. Somehow I imagine dimmed lighting, smoky, raspy voices, cigar smoke. Maybe even a henchman in the background cleaning his fingernails with a switchblade.
But it probably happened much less romantically and much more mundanely than I imagine...
At WDR.de there's the original article.