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Report: 10th August, 1957.

More suicides than traffic fatalities.

Daily, 30 people end their own lives.

Day after day, the same fate.

Despite economic prosperity.

Reason: depression.

47% of the surveyed
population expressed:

Script and direction: Ottomar Dominik

In this city, in its towers,

In it's enormous honeycomb boxes,

Between signal boxes and machines,

In this city - no gods live,

nor heroes.

The city sleeps,

everyone is asleep in their cabins,

they sleep in their cells,

within the steel skeleton.

They sleep behind the ciphers
and facades.

Only in the basements
do the sleepless stir: the machines.

The city is empty.

It has no trees and no laughter.

It is deserted when dawn breaks.

When the dawn breaks,
you're searching for someone,

anyone.

A man named Jonas.

Among the signs and fronts,

you must look beyond the facades,

behind the cold, sleeping bricks.

His world is boarded up with signs.

The machines run day and night.

But Jonas,

Jonas stands by a window.

Just someone,

at some window,

and greets the morning.

Jonas!

Someone was asking after you.

Someone?

His name?

No, he didn't mention his name.

About your age, Jonas.

What, you don't know anyone?

You have no friends?

But someone asked her.

Don't worry, he'll come back, Jonas.

Keep moving! No standing around!

Arriving platform 10,
11:54 Express to Vienna,

continuing to Belgrade, Bucharest.

Platform 12 Commuter Train B37.

Highly qualified negotiating partner.

Thorough experience in managing people
and accountancy.

Above-average, distinguished.

determined to plan ahead
and for the long term.

Firstly, feel your way forward.

Assess the situation.

Determined to act quickly.

'Handelsblatt' - Business news,
Share offerings.

But dear God!
After all, one also has a private life.

Fun must be had.

Quite a nice figure.

Pretty nice!

Come on Jonas, break time.

Leave it, it can wait!

Pest control, contact poison.

Pest control, contact poison.

Happiness through traveling.

If you have the necessary pocket money.

Fatalities on German highways.

Visit our picturesque
nuclear power plants.

Carefree bathing
in the radioactive Rhine.

Take off your hat.

One doesn't go out without a hat.

Jonas to room 17.

Someone is waiting for you,

in room 17, Jonas.

Someone asked for you.

You know no one here? A mix-up?

Jonas, you are in the labyrinth.

There is no confusion here.

The labyrinth is not easily escaped.

He'll come back, so he said.

He waited for you.

This isn't a place for private matters.

This needs to be fully automated.

The purchasing list by midday.

This needs to go out today.

Strict rationalization.

The machines must be set up
at the right time.

I have to be able to rely on it.

Financial statement in one hour.

There is no room for
private matters here.

This needs to be fully automated.

Purchasing lists by midday.

This needs to go out today.

Strict rationalization.

The automation must...

Has someone...

just left?

There's no one here.

No one.

A mix-up?

Sure!

Clear-cut case.

Nothing more to say.

On the 15th May around 12:00
the person concerned sought a hat.

Jonas, it's not that hard to buy a hat.

You've worn that hat for a long time.

You have everything behind you.

The sun shines on your head.

You've freshly washed hands

and your wages in your pocket.

Just calm down, nobody's watching you.

At 12:15 Central European Time.

One doesn't go without a hat these days.

You no longer go unobserved.

At 32,50 this is a best seller.

However, this is just the basic version.

And you've been slaving away for a week.

Gross earnings 98,50,

deductions: Wage tax 28
Church tax 65 Pfennig,

Social security 10,22
Union dues 2 marks,

Makes a net of 77,41,

But Jonas, a new hat!

This is a purchase after all
Don't be stingy!

And they ask you:

Can I serve you?

But maybe they really mean:

How can I trap you?

Be on your guard, Jonas,
when they smile at you.

I would like a hat too.

Why don't you try this here?

Something sporty, it suits you.

You wear it down, like this!

The person concerned, 32 years old,
no previous convictions.

No criminal record, no warrants,
nothing outstanding as of May 15th.

And you get caught in the girl's smile.

The Industry Standard
prescribes eight sizes

for men's ready-to-wear headgear,

which are determined by the skull index.

One can no longer go
without a skull index.

To determine the head size and
skull shape

a special device called the 'conformal'
is available for this purpose.

The device maps
the shape of the skull to scale,

using needles that penetrate a sheet
inserted onto the head.

And by mid-morning Central European Time

you are measured and screwed!

And Jonas succumbs.

A good purchase is a matter of trust.

Don't settle for second best.

Especially for you, a discerning man
with a personal touch.

For our top class international clients,

we carry the exclusive Hamburg Royale,

of exceptional quality.

The hat is the crowning glory
of the little man.

Gee, Jonas!

That's the one!

You did it!

Would you like your initials on it?

A good purchase is a matter of trust.

The monogram gives your purchase
the personal touch,

It's part of our customer service.

Say your name.

You are recognized.

Someone is already
waiting for you outside.

Don't say your name!

Say "Monogram?
Thank you, not necessary".

The person concerned

refused to provide his initials,

making the search more difficult.

Expensive fun, isn't it, Jonas?

About half a week's wages.

But with a hat like that, nice.

Good service, feels good.

A new hat - a new guy!

You did it!

and not so bad either.

What's done is done.

Paid is paid. Be-hatted and be damned.

Your smile is your monogram.

And no one turns to look at you.

Or, do they?

The way people look at you.

Radiant.

Your new hat!

Of exceptional quality.

Made to world class standards.

You're having a hard time
parting with your hat?

Idle hands?

I'll not loose it here.

No, Schnitzel is off the menu.

Payment, right away!

So two beers, bread, that was 2 breads.

That'll be 3,24 without.

Thirst makes beer taste good.

Beer after thirst feels good.

We do not take responsibility
for the coat rack.

But don't worry,

nothing gets away.

A steak with a side salad,

specialty of the house.

He should look at you so stupidly.

A man with a new hat.

Here it is - good and fast.

The special coat rack model 34, is
suitable due to its robust construction,

easy accessibility, especially
for premises with rapid turnover.

Now you pay.

And at 12:35 Central European Time,

the person concerned left his hat
in the restaurant.

But that's just not possible!

Even now at midday.

Not a minute ago, it was there!

The exclusive Homburg Royale
of exceptional quality

What's done is done.

You are cheated, robbed in daylight.
Half a week's pay.

You can't go without a hat after all.

And you can't just leave it at that.

The innkeeper legally must compensate
for lost/damaged items,

according to paragraph 701
following the Civil Code.

However the seller of food and drinks -
the barkeeper,

is considered a barkeeper legally,
not an in-keeper.

I'm extremely sorry but...

But nothing can be done, Jonas.

Don't worry about it.

But one doesn't go without a hat.

You never go out without your hat.

An eye for an eye.

A hat for a hat.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Nobody's looking, are they?

The person involved stealing
has no prior convictions,

In the bright afternoon.

Nobody knows you -
You've no initials on our forehead.

With no special features
such as initials on his forehead

the manhunt proves difficult.

No one is watching you?

Just the billboards with the songs,

with the menacing songs,

with the wanted posters!

A stolen hat, Jonas.

Don't look under the rim,

under the rim hides the past,
its damned monogram.

M.S. . .

And across the empty square it calls:

Hello, save me Jonas.

Do not approach...

searching for...

a hat with M. S. monogram..

be on the alert..

escaped today from a camp..

do not approach...

on the run...

a hat with M S monogram.

An offense against the missing M S

It couldn't be proven against
the person involved.

A criminal prosecution
is to be avoided, is to be avoided...

He saw the monogram.

He is afraid.

He is afraid of a monogram.

He is afraid because of a hat -

of the person on whose head it belongs.

Of the past.

You have to get rid of it, Jonas.

Take it off, hang it up.

No hat, no monogram, no guilt.

What else can happen?

Just a mix-up, nothing more.

Section 46 Paragraph 2 Criminal Code:
If the attempt remains unpunished,

at a time pre-discovery -

the perpetrator prevented
any actual gain

associated with the commission
of the act

through their own actions
up to completion of the act.

What's done is done.

The attempt as such remains unpunished.

Jonas, you've gotten away with it again.

Hello!

Hi di di!

Hello, sir! Your hat!

Jonas, the hat!

It's returned!

A boomerang made of felt.

Small town news.

Honest waiter returns valuable hat.

The hat, Jonas.

A boomerang made of felt.

The monogram of the past.

Missing notice: Man's hat found.

Move on! No stopping here!

The past, Jonas, is like a boomerang
made of felt.

Latest announcement:
Heavy traffic, due to lost hat.

The hat is better off, Jonas.

A pile of ashes.

But the past Jonas, is fireproof.

You can tear it into pieces and throw it
in the oven as much as you want.

Your monogram will not burn.

You wear it on your forehead.

...and Jonas' voice called out.

and Jonas called out to the Lord,
in his distress.

and he cried out of the belly of hell,

and you heard my voice.

You cast me into the heart of the seas,
and the flood surrounded me,

all your waves and your gusts
passed over me.

Then I thought, 'I am driven away
from your sight'.

The waters closed in over me
to take my life;

the deep surrounded me;
weeds were wrapped about my head.

And Jonas fled before the Lord his God,
to the end of the world,

and the Lord pursued him in his anger.

Gone, my dear, my life is finished!

Just write on the wet window.

I don't know anyone here
I have no friends.

Just write desperately on the window -
I am done.

You're done.

Leave the girl alone.

It's pointless.

And she asked you -

What happened to your hat?

It was stolen it from me.

- Where?
- In a restaurant.

But that's mean!

That was a brief moment of joy.

No, no, that was a long story.

Oh but you won't understand.

Don't run away, Jonas.

Don't run away!

Always running away.

That Jonas with the guilty conscience.

Hello! Hi di di!

- Hello!
-Save me!

- Wait a minute!
- Jonas

Hello, wait a minute!

You can't be without a hat after all.

God, I was thinking

Have I done something wrong?

I mean, oh that doesn't really matter.

But do accompany me, please.

I am so alone.

No, no, I have to return.

Maybe we can meet up later.

She is kind to you.

She is also good with you.

Go along, Jonas.

Don't run away alone.

Like a lonely mutt.

There he is again.

- Who?
- That guy there! What's he want Jonas?

Skilled personnel

determined to probe, to investigate,
to act quickly.

He wants something from you, Jonas.

Stay with the girl.

Listen , how she dreams.

Go with her, Jonas.

Listen, how she dreams.

My sister works in an office.
and my father works for the city.

Tomorrow Elisabeth will visit me,

and the neighbor comes to do the garden.

...seventeen, I figured three.

...and on the title page

fifteen then

circulation 30,000.

Tomorrow there'll be raspberries,

and in the evening I go to the cinema.

My mother says I'm still too young
for such love stories.

Yesterday and the day before
we had to work overtime.

Then the evening is not so long.

Do I take evening classes?

Typography, economy, tabulation.

My father says I should save money to
and learn English.

I've been in this city for a year.

People, purpose, sense, life.

I often dream about the cinema.

The cars and that life.

That's how I'd like to live.

The movie starts at 7:30

Before that I play badminton.

I wonder if I'll win again?

I like to play Boules, hit many balls.

It's always very enjoyable.

I also like to have fun.

Martin was always so funny too.

[Quiet Zone]

It's beautiful here -

The way the mountain water
washes up here.

It used to be a beach.

It's a river, a canal now
and drives the turbines.

Not many pebbles left over,
save this one.

This one was left behind
out of many others.

Nobody notices it.

I find this one beautiful.

Do you like it?

Do you rather like these too?

Do you like them too?

Do you actually like me?

No.

- Why not?
- But you shouldn't ask me why.

Do you not realize that?

I like you when you explain things

But I worry for you
when you go all strange.

Why do you sometimes have
such a fearful look?

Be quiet.

Now do you know,

whether you like me?

You are a child.

A kid! How old are you then?

Do you have children?

A wife?

A father?

A friend?

I had one.

I haven't one yet.

What happened to your friend?

With which friend?

You were talking about Martin.

That was a while ago.

Where is he then?

I don't know.

Is he no longer alive?

I don't know.

He doesn't know?

He doesn't want to know.

That was a long time ago, he says.

That was way back.

And the girl says?

Look how far you can see from here.

I don't like being kept in the dark.

You shouldn't think about the past.

I am happy!

This is like a watchtower.

It's where you keep an eye out.

At night, the spotlights circle above,

and no one knows why they are trapped.

After all, there's no more war.

No but prisoners, accused,
the persecuted are everywhere.

They disappear.

Then forget about the old stories.

You always see someone standing there.

He says nothing,

only stands,

watches and observes.

And someone is always asking
about you, Jonas.

He asks your landlady.

He asks in your workplace.

He wants something from you.

He'll come back.

He didn't give his name.

You have to be on your guard.

You need to relocate.

She doesn't understand that.

She asks so many questions,

but she means well.

She doesn't know what it's like

to wear a monogram on one's forehead.

M S

Be good to her as she is to you.

Be nice to her.

She likes you, Jonas.

Get away from here, Jonas.

The searchlights are still looking
for the guilty out there.

A wee dram quickly, here!

For you - your usual then.

You'll come often to the restaurant,

our fast food eatery
with the lowest prices,

and the best customer service.

Look how awkward they are.

How overcompensating!

They dream they'd be happy.

Happy, as if there were no cares
in the world.

Let love decide -

Charming young lady,
brunette, 17yrs, 168cm tall.

Seeks the acquaintance of a
chivalrous characterful man

with a kind heart and intellect.

Later, marriage not excluded.

Reply below.

Under which name?

Nanni is your name.

Pretty name!

And what's your name?

Jonas.

Funny name.

That's the 'Belly of the Whale' story?

Yea

He fled from his guilt.

He ran away like you, Jonas.

For three days and three nights,

he sat in the belly of the fish
and prayed in fear.

I screamed from the belly of hell.

And he heard my voice.

Surging waves passed over me.

Water surrounded me
to the point of taking my life.

The deep engulfed me.
Reeds covered my head.

The earth had imprisoned me forever.

Don't tell her, Jonas.

She won't understand.

You can't give yourself away.

Sure! Tell her!

Tell her everything!

The thing about Martin.

The thing about the hat

The thing about the monogram.

There's no point!

Scream Jonas, from the belly of hell!

She's sure to hear you!

Your voice will remain
unheard eternally!

The accused was arrested
on the evening of the 15th.

He was observed as he accompanied
the saleswoman Nanni Kārt

upon reentering the restaurant.

Damn it, Jonas!

There's that guy again,
the guy from before.

He wants something from you -
He's spying on you.

You've been sold down the river.

You've been recognized
and forever targeted.

Pay up before it's too late.

Don't look around.

They're working together.

They're both playing you!

You're being spied on and deceived.

He's gambled it away.

He's been recognized.

He wants to flee - he wants to escape.

The witness is singularly reliable.

A highly qualified individual

experienced in management
and accountancy.

Above average determination,
presentable,

quick to investigate, analyze,
to research.

Thorough experience in assessing people.

Two rounds of today's special
from the menu.

That ll be 24,62 in total please, sir.

The person concerned
at 20:05 Central European Time,

left the restaurant alone,
and was caught up with by a waiter.

He claimed not to know the owner of the
hat marked with the monogram "M. S."

The same person who lives
on Street Eleven, second floor,

had since conducted investigations
and filed a report of loss.

The accused was asked
to immediately deliver the hat,

which had been given to him in error,
to its original owner.

M S he recognised.

He's waiting for you.

Luther Street 11

He's sitting in a dark room
waiting for you.

You must explain everything to him.

Thief! Liar!

Coward!

Caught Jonas!
You're caught! You've been trapped!

The accused was observed
near the main train station

disregarding the traffic signals
at the junction,

and was arrested.

He was taken to the police station -
Station Five.

for questioning because he was unable
to provide any personal information.

Why should she say no?

To a reputable negotiating partner,
quick turnover and the best commission?

After all why not?

In this case,
you gotta jump on board, miss.

and think of no one else, Nanni.

And no thinking.

Let your heart decide.

The select restaurant features
the distinguished trio of Jimmy Biggs.

A refined audience
forgets everyday worries every evening

in our sophisticated rooms.

Our house wine "Private Extra Sec
creates for life's special moments -

excitement, and merriment!

See how 'Private Extra Sec '
invigorates, uplifts and delights one!

Ever met a chivalrous, charismatic man?

"4% sales tax..."

"business is business.
Business comes first, honesty".

He's toasting you, Nanni.

He's asking about your friend.

A strange guy is Jonas.

Why did he run off?

The man's a complex sort.

But really, Jonas doesn't care.

Jonas, who calls from the belly of hell,
doesn't matter to you.

This highly skilled person is
in a secure position.

Even business leaders
have a private life.

Pretty little thing.

First check her out.

A night of bliss.

I should lead the way.

The manager wishes to see you,
the director excuses himself.

That's how it's meant to be, Nanni.

You are alone,

surrounded by the waters
that Jonas and you dived into,

down to the cavernous depths eternally.

Just keep smiling, pretty one,

don't feign tiredness
when the boss asks.

No, alas nothing could be done today.

My whole life, not a word.

Walking for hours
among the little people here.

Minimum earnings 20.000, and upwards,

affordable rates, some commission.

You know another thing...

Who insures you against boredom,
against failure?

Smile! Little one!

No one insures you against yourself!

Show your papers!

Why were you running away?

Have you done something wrong?

You answer...

But no one understands
what you're saying.

Who is after you?

You open your mouth like a carp fish.

I don't know who they are.

Did you see them?

A carp gasping for air.

They're looking for me.

Who?

I don't know.

Any idea?

But no one, no one listens to you.

No

Why?

They want to trap me.

They think you are a criminal.

Someone's spying on me.

Or a madman.

Why did you run away?

And you can say,

you can say whatever you want.

I'm running away from my shadow,

it follows me.

You know how it is...

when you're persecuted,

and you're full of fear.

You've been betrayed and sold!

What are you talking about?

I guess you're not quite right.

You have only one chance left.

That M. S. forgives you.

We've got nothing on this man.

You'll get away with
a chargeable warning.

It's the last chance, Jonas.

The Lord pursues you with his wrath
because of your old guilt.

Pursues you even to the ends
of the earth.

To the roots of the mountains
I sank down.

The earth beneath imprisoned me forever.

When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, Lord.

and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.

In distress Jonas called to the Lord,
and he answered Jonas

From deep in the realm of the dead
Jonas called for help.

Jonas was hurled into the depths,
into the very heart of the seas.

In my distress I called to the Lord,
and you answered me.

You hurled me into the depths,
into the very heart of the seas.

And the currents swirled about me.

That I thought - ‘I have been banished
from your sight'.

Yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.

The engulfing waters threatened me.

Seaweed wrapped around my head.

To the roots of the mountains
I sank down.

The earth beneath
imprisoned me eternally.

When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, Lord,

and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.

Jonas!

Save me, Jonas!

Alert! Alert! Calling all cars!

Two internees taken from
the camp today.

One of the two was shot,

the other is now wanted.

Left behind by one of the escapees
was a hat with the monogram M. S.

Increased alertness!

To all patrol cars

Be on the look out!

Two men...

Save me, Jonas!

Where are you going this late, Jonas?

Lutherstraße 11, second floor.

You're on target, Jonas.

M S - Your victim.

This is where you left off.

M S - Your judge.

You don't care about him.

The past - is a one-armed shadow.

awaits you by the door.

The depths surround you Jonas.

Reeds cover your head
and you scream from the belly of hell.

The aforementioned Jonas fled
without the owner of the hat

marked with the monogram M. S.
having the chance to discuss the matter.

Pardon me, have you a light?

Hello!

You idiot!

Jonas! Manhunt!

Jonas! 2 rolls!

Jonas Paragraph 701

on your forehead

like a postage stamp

Jonas!

To the end of the world!

Alert! Calling all!

- Jonas!
- M S

- Jonas!
- M S

Done for! Wounded!
From the belly of hell!

You stand in the shadows Jonas
and tremble.

Who are you trembling for?

Are you trembling for her?

The failed seducer -

Who leaves without a conclusion,

and without the pretty prize
in his pretty car.

He sits there, this Jonas,
illuminated, behind the railings.

resembling a trembling image.

And he screams from the belly of hell,

as she hears his voice.

What are you doing here?

Why did you run off?

Answer me! What's wrong with you?

Where were they?

Where were you? Speak up!

Why did you change your clothes?

What are you going to do?

Answer!

Speak up, Jonas.

I want to help you.

Come along!

Have you...?

What's wrong? There's no one here.

Is there something
the girl doesn't hear?

Much goes on in the shadows,

And everywhere are the voices,

and the sirens.

And you can draw the curtains
and lock the doors.

The patent Security Lock 33
offers you absolute security

with the greatest comfort
and the lowest price.

Why the restless sleep?

It means security for you as well.

But between your mouth Jonas and hers.

So close, her mouth.

The voices burst in.

The voices whistle
like chirping of frantic birds.

The voices whistle like a storm.

We danced this afternoon so beautifully.

I was so happy with you.

And then I lost you.

You ran off.

I was so looking forward
to the evening with you.

Then you were gone,

until I found you -

at the station.

And now you are lying next to me.

I can hear your heartbeat.

Now you're beside me,

I have you all to myself.

You're no longer alone.

Say something Jonas, please!

Hark! Jonas! Listen!

- The voices
- They're talking to you!

It's M. S.

It's Martin!

Martin!

Is there someone there?

He's locking the doors!

He's catching up with you.

Excuse me but I saw a light
go on and off.

But if you're here
then that's all right.

Good night!

It's your fault!

Who was that?

You are condemned.

Where did he go?

Who? What's this about Martin?

You have given yourself away.

- I saw him.
- What are you saying?

Lutherstraße 11.

What have you done?

I am to blame.

What have you gone and done?

Where there is no salvation.

- Where?
- Buried.

- When?
- Buried in the belly of hell!

When?

Now and forever.

He's alive, Jonas

But you are dead.

A dead man.

He speaks!

A dead man.

Who screams!

The voice!

Many screaming voices.

Voices like gunshots.

Scream like gunshots.

Screams from the depths.

Jonas!

Understand!

We had to escape.

From whom?

From whom?

From him!

It started even before that.

Since then, I've always been on the run.

Fear, that doesn't leave me.

That cries out:

Save me, Jonas

Save me, Jonas

Turmstraße 13.

The small hat store by the main station.

Yea, who is it?

I need to talk to you.

What do you want from me?

Please come down.

What's going on?

Have you got something for me?

Someone rang the bell earlier,
and then ran off.

Yes, that was Jonas.

Oh, but please, help me I'm worried.

He's with me in the hat shop.

Who?

Has he found my hat?

I locked him in my house.

But why didn't you bring it with you?

He wanted to apologise

What do you mean 'apologise'?

He should just put everything right.

Let him come here.

He doesn't dare.

He's afraid.

It's not that bad.

Please come with me, help me!

But listen now, in the middle
of the night, what's the hurry?

Yes, yes, It's very urgent.

He's desperate for leaving you
lying there.

What do you mean lying there?
What do you mean?

Your escape with Jonas.

Jonas?

Who is this Jonas?

Aren't you a friend of Jonas?

M. S.

Martin Seiler.

My name is Schmidt.
I'm sorry, this must be a mix-up.

The depths surrounds you.

With their voices.

What's to be done?

To escape.

To escape from the monogram.

Or the guilt.

To flee.

So to escape.

So to escape?

From the belly of hell.

Before the judge.

Before the escape.

Before leaving.

To the great depths.

Before the voices.

Uncontrolled.

Eternally.

When you walk the streets at night,

between darkened shop windows,
through extinct passages,

remember, that behind
the darkened windows

between the mirror and magazines
stands a man

one who doesn't know
where he's from nor where he's going

Someone - some evening

a man named Jonas.

One man without a hat
in an inferno of hats.

His shadows have caught up with him.

He is alone with his shadows.

They dance in front of him
in the mirrors, many shadows

Some of them grin, some threaten him.

They beg and shout after them,

They insult him and laugh at him

and they're all named Jonas, like him.

Which one of us am I?

Asks Jonas.

Which one of us will the night
carry away?

Which one of us will shatter
in the belly of hell?

Which one of us can pray?

Which of us will be saved?

and redeemed and some put in a box
and buried and which not?

And which one will continue and which
one will remain in a dark mirror?

The city sleeps.

It has no answer for Jonas.

Jonas,

That could be anyone.

A man without an answer.

There are enough hats
for all his shadows

But the most solemn hat
is not black enough,

to stifle their voices

Jonas is one of us.

A man with many shadows.

A man without an answer.

Jonas!

Move along! No standing around!