All language subtitles for The Formula (1980) EN

[♪]

[MEN SHOUTING, SIRENS BLARING,
EXPLOSIONS BOOMING]

[ELEPHANTS TRUMPETING]

[BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN]

[CHATTERING IN GERMAN]

MAN:

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Dr. Esau.

[ELEPHANTS TRUMPETING]

SAUR:

GENERAL:

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

This is big, major.

We intercepted a truck.

One driver
and a Kraut general.

The truck is loaded
with top-secret stuff.

Chemical formations,
diagrams of rockets,

and the pictures of that goddamn
plane with no propellers.

It's wall-to-wall, major.

I tell you, I've never seen
anything like it.

Was he alone in that truck
with no military escort?

Yeah.
Makes no sense, huh?

All right.

[SIGHS]

[SPEAKING GERMAN
AWKWARDLY]

Don't struggle
with German, major.

I am fluent
in four languages.

My name is Helmut Kladen,
general, 9th Corps Panzers.

Well, how about a cigarette,
general?

I've always admired
these lighters.

I saw this
at, uh, North Africa.

Kasserine Pass.

It's yours.

Why don't you take
the cigarettes too?

You're very kind.

All right, captain, I want you
to get that German driver

up in the cab of that truck
with one of our riflemen.

We're going to Weiden,
Regimental Headquarters.

The general
will ride with me.

Yes, sir. Okay,
we're movin' out.

General.

Sergeant Fine,

get the other prisoner
back in the truck.

Why don't we get
in the jeep?

You try and keep
yourself warm,

and we'll split a bottle
of brandy back at Weiden,

and, uh, you can tell me
what's in those files.

Why should I?

Because the war is over,
general.

And from now on,
the world is gonna be

one big happy
corporation.

No more secrets,
no more enemies.

Just customers.

CAPTAIN:
All right, move your asses.

Come on,
get that lead out of your ass.

You know...

the interesting thing
about war

is the wide variety
of people one meets.

[CHUCKLES]

Those are my sentiments
exactly.

Shall we go?

[♪]

BOY:
So how many pins you spotting me?

[CHUCKLES]
No spot. Even-steven.

For how much?

Well, you gotta take it easy--

Barney Caine?

Only half-a-buck a game.
Yeah.

I'm Sergeant Louis Yosuta,
Tactical Squad.

Let's talk over by the car.

What's the matter, Dad?

I don't know, son.

Approximately two hours ago,
Tom Neeley was shot to death.

Jesus Christ.

The commissioner requested
you head up the investigation.

Says you knew Neeley.

[SIGHS]

Yeah, I knew him.

Who's running the case?

My boss, Chief of Tactical,
John Nolan.

How'd you find me?

I took the liberty
to call your exwife.

[CHUCKLES]

Do you have
a car here?

Yeah, it's a red, uh, Mustang.

It's right in the lot here.

He'll drop the car off
at your apartment.

I have to go with the sergeant,
son. I'm sorry, uh...

The officer
will drive you home, huh?

No, it-- It's okay.

I'll take the bus.

I'll try to get over there
later tonight.

Sure.

Take care, Dad.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Here comes the wind-up. Here comes the throw.

Lieutenant Caine.
Yeah.

Sergeant Rizzo,
Homicide Metro.

CAINE:
This is Sergeant Yosuna from Tactical.

Yosuta.
Louis Yosuta.

Yeah, come on,
I'll show you around.

There's a Mercedes
in the garage

belonged to the victim,
Tom Neeley.

This Bentley here belongs
to an Arthur Clements.

Clements' chauffeur
found the body.

What's his name?
Herbert Glenn.

You talk to him?
No, we've been waiting for you.

Check the cars.

Lieutenant Caine,
I gotta talk to you.

You know, we're supposed to be
working this case together.

So let's get some ground rules
straight, up front.

I have a name, and I'd like you
to use it. Understood?

You're absolutely
right.

I should have said, uh,
"Check the cars, Louis."

Or, "Would you be good enough
to check the cars,

Sergeant Yosuta."

But it's Sunday,
and I'm not with my son,

and that bothers me, so...

you'll forgive
my sudden lack of charm. Okay?

Okay.

Good.

Now check
the fuckin' cars.

[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]

How are you,
Gabby?

It's Sunday.

Yeah.

Well, they really
hit Tom.

Seven times.

From his ankles
to his throat.

He was set up
pretty good.

We found two strands
of black hair on the pillowcase.

This voodoo doll was lying
on Tom's chest.

It's stamped Port Au-Prince,
Haiti.

The head comes off, and there's
a fine white powder inside.

Coke?

It's not talcum powder,

but I think you should
run it through the lab.

Has it been dusted?

Everything has been
photographed and dusted.

Anything else?

Yes, I've been saving
the best for last.

This, over here
on the newspaper.

The letters have
his fingerprint.

[♪]

Have Sullivan check this
against Tom's handwriting.

You see where this last letter
is very high?

Mm-hmm.

Almost as if
Tom was trying to, uh,

form another letter.

He may have lost
control.

Mm, maybe so.

But if I were dying,
trying to name my killer,

I'd use the last name,
not the first. Rizzo.

Makes sense.

Juan...he's all yours.

[♪]

I'll have something
for you late tonight.

Okay. Thanks, Gabby.

Got it?

Yeah,
just lift him.

[WATER DRIPPING]

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFS]

[CAR STARTS]

That frame empty
when you got here?

Just the way
you see it, lieutenant.

Any prints on it?

Clean as a whistle.

Found this
in Neeley's glove compartment.

American Express bill.

Hotel Kempinski, Berlin.

Dated January 18th,
this year.

Hm. Club Venus, Hamburg.
Get a load of that.

It's a city map
of West Berlin

with the name Obermann
written at the top.

This came out
of Clements' Bentley.

It's an owner's pass
to Santa Anita.

Okay, wrap all this up

and see if you can
find that jackass,

what's-his-name, Rizzo.
Mm-hmm.

Make sure
he gets it all downtown

along with
the voodoo doll.

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERS]
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Your name
is Herbert Glenn?

That's right.

I'm told you stumbled
into this mess.

It scared the hell
out of me too.

The door was open.
I kept calling Tom's name.

I got to the bedroom--

Holy Christ, I never saw
anything like it.

Where were you
supposed to take Tom today?

Over to Mr. Clements' home.

How long you work
for Arthur Clements?

Almost five years.

I'm not just
a chauffeur.

I'm also Mr. Clements'
bodyguard.

Yeah?
What's he afraid of?

Who knows?
Important money is always edgy.

What does
Mr. Clements do?

He's on the board of directors
at different companies, uh...

He owns Thoroughbreds.

Big racing stable,
you know what I mean?

And he and Tom
were good friends, huh?

Uh...

They were friends.

Well, uh...

What was the occasion today?

Nothing special.
The usual Sunday social stuff.

Heh, what do you mean
by "social stuff"?

Well, Tom would come over
and some other people.

A lot of broads.

And, uh...

Well, they would,
uh, turn on.

Turn on to what?

Hey, lieutenant,
can I stay out of this? Uh...

I don't wanna be involved
over here.

I wanna know what these people
turned on to

at these social gatherings
of Mr. Clements'.

Cocaine.

That's nice.

Did Tom Neeley
deal the coke?

Uh, let's say it was around.

Tom scrawled the letters G-E-N-E
in blood in there.

You have any idea
what he was trying to tell us?

No.

Was he seeing
any special lady?

Hey, enough is enough,
lieutenant.

I mean, I'm not up to
any more answers now.

I know my rights.

[SCOFFS]
Rights?

Did you say "rights"?

[LAUGHS]

The court tells me
that I have the right

to be with my son today.

You see me with my son?

No.

Please don't talk to me
about rights.

Nobody has any rights,
only luck.

And today,
yours is as bad as mine,

only we're both better off
than Tom Neeley.

Now, Tom Neeley
was a friend of mine,

so don't get cute with me.

I'm gonna ask you once.

Was he running around
with any particular girl?

Yeah, he was pretty tight
with some slope hooker.

What do you mean
by "slope"?

You know, a Chink.

Yeah, you mean
an Oriental girl.

Yeah,
that's what I mean.

Stand up.

Now, tomorrow morning,
I want you to take

my slope partner here,
Sergeant Yosuta,

over to that girl's
house.

You understand me?

Whatever you say,
lieutenant.

See that Herbert
gets home safely.

Right,
chief.

Uh, Rizzo?

Hold it.

Leave the cigars.

What cigars?

The ones you took
out of Neeley's bedroom.

Hell,
he can't smoke 'em.

I know, but he paid for them,
so leave them.

[SIGHS]

Let's go.

Oh, jeez, I got--

I gotta call her
before we go out there.

Who's this?

It's, uh,
Kay Neeley.

They've been divorced
several years.

Good lady.

What was
in this frame?

Hm?

I don't remember.

It's been years
since I've been here.

[DOG BARKING]

Shep, come here.

Barney.

Kay.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Uh...this is my partner,
Sergeant Yosuta.

Nice meeting you.

Pleasure.

Come this way.

Can I get you
a drink?

Beer would be fine.

Sergeant?

Nothing,
thank you.

How can I help you,
Barney?

Just answer
some questions.

Ask me anything
you want.

You mind if Louie
takes notes?

No.
Of course not.

Did Tom know anybody
named Gene?

Well...

Tom knew a lot
of girls, uh--

[CHUCKLES]
No.

I mean G-E-N-E.

No, I-- I don't...

What about Obermann?

No.

I never heard Tom
mention that name.

When's the last time
you saw Tom or spoke to him?

Well...

I should think it was
about eight months ago.

Do you know about
a trip that he took

to Germany
this past January?

No.

No, there's only one trip
that I know about.

Sometime around the holidays,
Tom called and--

Excuse me,
Kay, uh...

You said you hadn't talked
to him for about eight months.

Now you say he called
around the holidays.

That's only a couple
of months ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm not at my best today,
Barney.

I understand.
Go ahead, please.

Tom said that he was
going to Rome.

And that...

through Arthur Clements,

some important doors
were opening for him.

What doors?

He said that he had
made a connection

with someone called
Adam Steiffel.

You mean the big oil guy.

I don't know
what Adam Steiffel does.

Anyway...

He sent Tom to Rome.

Tom promised to call,
but he never did.

There's an empty picture frame
up at Tom's place,

a silver frame on the desk
in the living room.

Do you happen to remember
what was in the frame?

No.

You think of anything else,
Louie?

No. Not a thing.

Well, thank you, Kay.

I know it hasn't been easy
for you.

I appreciate it.
Look, uh...

There's my number.

If there's anything I can do,
just call.

Barney.

Have you any idea
why Tom was killed?

No.

But I think you do.

I told you
what I know.

But not what you're afraid of.

Bye-bye.

Goodbye, Barney.

REPORTER:
Is this cocaine-related?

REPORTER 2:
Any corruption in the force?

REPORTER 3:
Any signs of robbery?

REPORTER 4:
When can we be given a suspect?

Is Caine's presence on this
tied to the police shootings?

Was Neeley dealing?
Neeley involved with Clements?

All right, now, hold it.
Hold it, all of you, please.

Now, are these things on?

We're rolling.
They're rolling.

All right, I'll reiterate what
I said before, but this is it.

Now, this is all
you're going to get:

A former chief,
Thomas Neeley,

was found shot to death
early this morning.

A Lieutenant Barney Caine
has been named

to head up the investigation
by Commissioner Harris.

Now, Tom Neeley served
this community for 30 years.

His body's not even cold yet,

so let's not destroy his memory
in one night.

That's all I've got to say.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

The goddamn press.

Okay, fellas,
where were we?

Like I said, the weapon
was a .22 automatic,

but they found a voodoo doll
on top of Tommy's body.

Inside it was
a half a kilo of cocaine.

He had sex shortly before
he was killed.

Most likely with the woman
who left the coke on him.

The two hairs on the pillowcase
showed no solarization.

What does that mean?

Mendosa thinks
they're from a wig.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, that's a big help.

Yeah, looks to me like a classic
mob hit on a cheating dealer.

Tom wasn't killed
over cocaine.

Well, how do
you know that?

I don't know it,
I think it.

I mean, sex before death,
the missing photograph,

Berlin, Obermann, G-E-N-E.

Add Kay Neeley.

Well, what's she
got to do with it?

She's scared to death,
John.

She said Clements put Tom into
some action for Adam Steiffel.

All right, now, let's get some
ground rules established, huh?

We can't put Adam Steiffel,
or any citizen of his stature,

into an area of vulnerability

with those journalistic
vultures.

[SCOFFS]
It's bullshit, John.

His name has surfaced.
He's already part of the case.

Now, wait just
a goddamn minute, Caine.

Now, there'll be no shooting
from the hip.

It's a very delicate situation.

As a matter of fact,
you'd better not talk to anyone

without checking with me first.

Do we understand each other?

We will in a minute.

I'm gonna say something
because, uh,

you and I have never worked
together,

and all you know about me
is what you read in the file.

There's only two things
that matter to me:

my son and my work.

The rest of my life
is an absolute zero.

Now, apparently I've been
assigned to this case

because the Neeleys knew
my family,

and, uh, Tom was very kind
to me.

He was a very good cop
for a very long time,

and whatever he became, he sure
as hell paid the price for it.

Christ, Barney, I mean,
protecting the department

is just part of the job.

What you're telling me
is that, uh,

Steiffel has his hooks
into the department.

No, no, I never said that

and I must resent
that implication.

[BELL RINGS]

Yes, Tom Neeley
was a good friend.

It's difficult to believe
that he's gone.

Tom never mentioned
his source for cocaine?

Well, as a matter of fact,
he did say something once

about a man named, uh,
Frank Tedesco.

Who's he?

I suppose
he's some underworld character

that Tom met
when he was a cop.

But I'm just guessing.

Well, we're all just guessing
at this point, Mr. Clements.

Well, there's one thing
you can know, lieutenant:

Tom Neeley did not deal cocaine.

He provided it, yes,

but that was just because
he wanted to be useful.

He wanted to belong.

Belong to what?

The power structure.

The group of people that he had
protected all those years

he was a commander
in Beverly Hills Force.

But the cocaine was just
a calling card.

Did you put Tom

in touch
with Adam Steiffel?

Yes, uh, I'm on the board
of Tidal Oil,

and consequently I knew
that Mr. Steiffel

was looking for a man
with Tom's background.

So I introduced them.

Did he ever mention anybody
named, uh, Obermann?

Not to me.

What about GENE,
G-E-N-E?

Nope.

Can you tell me anything
about a trip

that Tom made to Germany
last January?

Well, all I know is
that, uh, Tom went to Europe

on business
for Adam Steiffel.

What kind of business?

Well, you'll have to ask
Mr. Steiffel about that.

Do you know
Kay Neeley?

Oh, I've met her, uh, actually,
on various occasions.

Let's see,
the last time I saw Kay

was sometime around
the holidays.

Yes, it was a party
at Tom's house,

and she was there.

That's curious.

Kay told me that Tom called
from time to time,

but she hadn't seen him.

Why would she lie
about that?

I wish I could help you,
lieutenant.

[WAVES SPLASHING,
SEAGULLS CAWING]

Kay.

Kay?

[♪]

[LINE BEEPING]

[♪]

Christ, Louis,
so why didn't you call me?

I got stuff to show you.
And I need a drink.

Go make yourself
comfortable.

[COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT]

Sounds better.

Yeah, I got it fixed.

Congratulations.

What about?

You were right.

The gun that killed Kay
was a Walther .22 automatic,

the same weapon
that killed Tom.

The last slug ruptured
an artery in her throat.

[COUGHS]

What'd you do,
make this?

Don't knock it.
I let it sit seven days.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Grows on you.

Now...

these are
two photographs from Mendosa.

Copies.

The wound on Kay's right leg
was quarter-of-an-inch deep.

I've seen that crescent before.
That's a calling card.

One of those, uh...

Middle East
terrorist groups.

How do you know that?

Mm...

'68-'69, I was in our embassy
in Beirut.

We had a Naval attaché
got shot to death...

and we found that crescent
on his leg.

[CHUCKLES]

Jesus Christ,
I can't figure it out.

What the hell
does Kay Neeley

got to do with
the Haiti-Tedesco connection?

Well, the, uh, cocaine
came in a Haitian doll.

No. It's not coke.

No, the whole thing's wrapped up
in that, uh, Gene thing.

That G-E-N-E. G-E-N-E.

You know that missing picture
in a silver frame?

That was a shot of Tom
in uniform about '44, '45.

Same one was down
at Kay's place.

I wanna see Tom's,
uh, service file.

Get on the wire to that place
down in St. Louis.

What do you call it? The...

Bureau of Military Personnel,
something like that.

You want me to go down
to Communications right now?

If you feel you're being
overworked, Louis,

you can always go
on vacation.

You know, when I think
I'm being overworked,

you'll be
the first to know.

Thanks for the drink.

Don't mention it.

[COUGHS]
Hey, uh,

while you're down there,

uh, send a cable to Interpol.

See what you can find out
about, uh, Frank Tedesco.

Right.

Okay, what do you gentlemen
got for me?

You got 17 seconds to tell me
without one ounce of bullshit.

And...go.

Oh, it looks real good,
Adam.

Uh, there's no question
this entire valley

is sitting on top
of a shelf of oil.

Those mountains are full
of high-grade anthracite.

Did I detect
an ounce in there?

Not an ounce.

[CHUCKLES]

MAN:
Excuse me, Mr. Steiffel.

Uh, there's a police lieutenant
named Barney Caine down there.

He says you're expecting him.

Uh, bu-- That son of a bitch
is right on time.

Mr. Caine.

How do you do, sir?

Good to see you. I'm awful sorry
we had to get you out here.

We were running real skinny
on time, and, uh--

No problem. I appreciate
your seeing me, sir.

Uh, well, I understand that you
were with, uh, Intelligence

in the State Department.

That's pretty fancy doings.

[CHUCKLES]
No, not really.

Well, let's, uh,
take a little walk.

Do you mind
if I get on this side?

I got bum, uh, ears...
Oh, uh, sure.

...and my machine's
on this side.

Well, I congratulate you
for getting out of there.

Oh, why is that?

Well, personally,
I was never convinced

about all the intelligence
going on there.

Well, maybe I just lived
too long.

What--?

What the hell happened

to the America
that I've known and loved?

Christ, we send rockets to--

To photograph the rectal
passages of Jupiter,

and the kids wind up
in-- In porno films.

We violate the laws
of Newton and Christ,

and, uh, then we wonder why
a bunch of bandits

with towels on their heads
have got us by the nuts.

Listen, I don't care
how you slice it, Mr. Caine.

They got the oil,

and when they say,
uh...

[SNAPS FINGERS]

..."tap dance,"

we're gonna...tap dance.

[LAUGHS]

I, uh, guess that brings us
to Tom Neeley, huh?

[SIGHS]

I guess it does, huh?

I was awfully upset
about, uh, Tom's death.

So was I.

How'd you happen
to meet him?

Well, it was through one of my
associates, uh, Arthur Clements.

We required the services of
somebody who was well-schooled

in, uh, police methods, and...

Yeah, I could see where Tom
would be the perfect, uh...

I hate to say it, bagman.

Well, just a second,
uh-- Uh, Mr. Caine.

I mean, you know, that's
kind of rough because...

You have to understand

that bribery is a way of life
in the Middle East.

I mean, they call it
"baksheesh" over there.

But listen,
business is business.

Uh, you know, and if you're
gonna be in business,

you gotta do
what you gotta do.

When did Tom make
his last drop for you?

Well, that was, uh...

...uh, early...January.

Tom took 500,000 francs
from Zurich to Rome.

You never sent Tom
to Germany, hm?

No, sir.

Did he ever mention
a man named Obermann?

No, uh...

Tom was, uh,
pretty closed-mouthed.

Um...

He was a good soldier,
Mr. Caine,

and, uh, we're all
gonna miss him.

Did you know
Kay Neeley?

Uh, yeah.

I met her over at one of
those charity functions

at the County Museum.

She was
murdered yesterday.

Oh, God.

[SIGHS]

Oh, for God's sake.

Well...

Well, it just makes me sick
to hear that. I...

I don't envy you
your profession, Mr. Caine.

Must be one long
tragic view of life.

I, um...

Well, I wish there was
something else I could do.

No, nothing else.

I'm grateful for your help,
Mr. Steiffel.

Thank you, lieutenant.

I hope you can find
your way back.

Is that all?

No, they'd send "end message"
if it was final.

NOLAN:
Come off it, Barney, will ya?

For cryin' out loud,
I need a suspect.

You wanna go flyin' off
to Germany

chasing some-- Some mythical
thing called Genesis.

Now, look, I need facts.
Not conjecture, facts.

Give me some facts that turn
this away from a cocaine hit.

All right. Try: Tom Neeley set
up for a terrorist hit team.

By a female coke-runner?

Hey, you know, they're very
popular this year.

Probably because they got more
places to hide the stuff.

I'm telling you, coke has
nothing to do with this.

That was an obvious plant.

This woman was
no ordinary courier.

She was sent by Frank Tedesco.

Tedesco, who's he?

He's, uh, kind of
an international power broker.

A middleman between the
underworld and the overworld.

What in the hell
is the overworld?

Big oil, big banking.

International cartels
like OPEC.

Adam Steiffel's big oil.

OPEC is--
Is created by big oil.

Listen-- Listen, John.

Two months ago,
Tom Neeley made a money drop

to a Saudi finance minister
in Rome,

and I believe he went directly
from Rome to Berlin.

You believe. You see--? You see?
Now, that's conjecture.

Yeah, maybe.

But Kay Neeley's passport proves
that she was in Berlin

the same week Tom was.

She lied to me.

And Tom told one of his favorite
hookers back here

that he was "onto
a colossal score in Germany."

That's a quote.
Oh, that's terrific.

So you want to chase off
to Germany

because of a quote
by a two-bit hooker.

John...

The last act
of Tom Neeley's life

was to attempt to write the code
word "Genesis" in his own blood.

Now, Genesis turns out
to be something

the Nazis considered
very top-secret,

and whatever it is,
it's still in Germany.

But how do you know that,
Barney?

Because if it weren't,

the Neeleys would
still be alive.

Ah, Germany.
For chrissakes, Barney,

you'd be operating alone in
the dark without any authority.

Without even a weapon.

In the dark, maybe,
but not alone.

The Prefect of Police in Berlin
is a friend of mine.

Hans Lehman.

We worked security together

when, uh, Willy Brandt
was out here in L.A.

He's a top-drawer police
officer, and he owes me one.

Ah, I don't know,
Barney.

John, listen to me.

If I'm wrong,
you're out expenses.

But if I'm right,

if the Neeleys were killed

because of something
in Tom's past,

something entirely separate
from his police activities,

then the department is clean.

Clean?

Okay, Barney.

Okay, you win.

Send your files to Lehman.
Tell him to get started.

You make your reports directly
through Sergeant Yosuta.

Remember, now, you do not
violate German law, understood?

Understood.

Yeah--
Hey, wait a minute.

You draw $1500 and a roundtrip
ticket, uh, tourist.

Now, get the hell
outta here.

Fifteen-hundred dollars?

You can't buy a glass of water
for $1500 in Germany.

Well, don't drink the water.
Pretend you're in Mexico.

You're a sweetheart, John.

[STEIFFEL SPEAKING SPANISH]

MAN:
I know how to do it.

I know how to do it.

She's fine.

[CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH]

Speak English.
I understand English.

The frog is half-dead.

He's half-dead
from the chlorine.

The chlorine is normal.
The pH factor is 7.4.

That's a perfect balance.

I don't-- I don't care
what the pH factor is.

I don't want you to put
any chlorine in the pool.

It's shit--
I've been doing this for 17 years.

I ought to know
what the hell I'm doing.

Listen, uh, I--
The frog is half-dead.

That's all you have to know.
Don't put any chlorine in there.

Look, he's all right.

Well, I hope
he's got Blue Cross.

Right.

Did you hear that monkey?

Soon as they hit
5 bucks an hour,

they think
they're goddamn chemists.

Hey, Adam.
Finally, some good news.

OPEC have
reversed themselves.

They're cutting back
production 20 percent.

P.R. says that that means
if we act within a week,

we can get away with
a 12-cent increase at the pumps.

Twelve cents.

Twelve cents.

That's about
what their brains are worth.

Honest to God.

Now, Adam,
don't be harsh.

They have the company's
interest in mind.

After all, our purpose is
to make money, isn't it?

Well, our purpose is to avoid

having people machine-gunning
each other in the gas line.

Oh, by the way, did, uh,
the policeman,

Lieutenant Caine,
come by to see you?

Yeah.

Well, what'd you
think of him?

Um, he seemed, uh...

I don't know,
bright, personable.

You know, I'm awfully disturbed
about Reynolds.

I want you to go and tell him
that he's completely wrong.

People are not gonna
hold still for 12 cents.

Tell him I want him
to crank it up to 7,

and hold it there,
and that's the last.

Adam, we are making
a mistake.

P.R. is right.

The people will accept
the 12 cents now

because we can blame it
on the Arabs.

[SIGHS]

Arthur, you're missing
the point.

We are the Arabs.

Go tell him, will you?
Please?

CLEMENTS:
Yes?

It's Nolan.

Go ahead.

He's on his way.

Thank you, John.

Anytime.

[♪]

CAINE:
Guess that's where

the hamburgers
and milkshakes end, huh?

LEHMAN:
Yep.

That wall's been up now
for about 20 years.

Close to a hundred people
were killed

trying to escape
from the East.

More than one of them
was a close friend of mine.

I'm sorry.
Oh.

Any luck with Tom Neeley's
hotel charges?

Oh, yes.

Sorry.

Here are some photocopies.

There was one local number
Neeley called

eight times
in three days.

It belonged to the Berlin Light
and Power Company.

[CHUCKLES]

What the hell
would Tom want with them?

Their chief engineer is a man
named Paul Obermann.

That's a major break.

Perhaps.

I went to see Obermann
this morning.

I...informed him
of Neeley's death,

I told him you were arriving
this afternoon,

and I also asked him to meet us
at your hotel later on.

He refused.

Did he seem surprised
when he heard about the Neeleys?

He denied all knowledge
of the Neeleys.

Huh.

CAINE:
Let me get--

LEHMAN:
I'll take this one.

All right, thank you.

I've requested
a court order

to compel Obermann's appearance
before a federal judge.

How long will that take?

Oh, about 48 hours.

Cheerful place, Hans.

Well, considering
your modest budget,

it's clean and reasonable
and only 90 marks a day.

How much is that?

About $50.

Ha! They're practically
giving it away.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

...Barney Caine...

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[ENGLISH]
Would you please fill this out?

Of course.

Right in the middle.

What about dinner,
Hans?

[SIGHS]
Impossible.

Two terrorists escaped
from Moabit prison yesterday.

You know, you've been fortunate
in America so far.

You haven't experienced
organized terrorism.

Mm-hmm.

I'll be
in touch.

Uh, Barney...

no action
without my knowledge.

Not to worry.

All right.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

I almost forgot
something, I--

I received a telex

from your office
in Los Angeles.

It seems a man named
Arthur Clements

and his chauffeur,
Herbert Glenn, were blown up

as they started their car,

in a place called Bel Air?

My God, he was
a prime suspect.

Oh, really?

Well, not any more.

Get some rest.

Your room is just upstairs,
Number 12.

Breakfast
is coffee and rolls.

And if you wish juice,

it will have to be
4 marks extra.

You must advise
if you wish juice.

I'll let you know.

Um, is there a bellman?

He died a week ago.

Herr Caine,

that lift is
out of order.

That explains what killed
the bellman.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

MAN:
Mr. Caine?

Yes.

This is Paul Obermann.

I am prepared to discuss
the matter of Tom Neeley.

[♪]

Um...

what made you change your mind,
Mr. Obermann?

In Germany, one does not
bring police into matters

which concern the past.

If you come alone,
I will meet with you.

Be aware that I will be
in a position

to detect any violation
of my wishes.

You have my word.

Meet me at the Berlin Zoo,
the second-floor aquarium,

the bamboo bridge
at precisely 5:50.

[LINE CLICKS]

[BOTH GROWLING]

Keep your voice down,
Mr. Caine.

We have only a few minutes.

Now, ask your questions.

Did you see Tom Neeley
early in January?

Yes. We met several times.

Was Kay Neeley with him?

On one occasion.

We had dinner.

How did you come
to know Tom?

We met many years ago
in Hamburg.

Under what circumstance?

In the late spring of 1945,

I was captured by the British

and taken to their Intelligence
Headquarters in Hamburg.

Major Neeley was there
on a temporary assignment.

He worked with me

and a Wehrmacht general
named Kladen

on a secret project,
code name Genesis.

What did Genesis
stand for?

Synthetic fuel.

When you say "fuel,"
you mean gasoline?

Yes, of course gasoline.

Oil, propane, methane,
thick lubricants, natural gas,

even butter.

All made from coal.

The process is
called "hydrogenation."

How important was Genesis?

The entire war machine
ran on synthetic fuel.

Germany had no natural crude,

but we possessed
great quantities of coal.

As does your country.

The Genesis formula
provided us

with a pure synthetic oil
producing no pollution.

[MAN SHOUTS IN GERMAN]

[CROCODILE GROWLS]

Come. We must go.

They are closing.

At the end of the war,

they had developed
a truly remarkable catalyst.

The catalyst lasted for
over one million tons of coal.

Then the formula
for that catalyst

would still be
considered secret.

Without question.

Whoever possessed the formula
would need only coal

and a basic chemical technology
to be self-sufficient in energy.

Then it would follow
that certain interests

wouldn't exactly be thrilled
at the introduction

of mass-produced synthetic
fuel made from coal.

Obviously not.

They would no longer
enjoy huge profits

from the scarcity
of natural crude.

The entire power structure
in the world

would shift
from the Arabs and OPEC

back to the United States.

After all, Mr. Caine,

America has the largest deposits
of coal on this planet.

Forces involved
are colossal.

I warned Tom,
as I warn you:

Leave Genesis
to the past, ja?

Who ran
the Genesis project?

Hermann Göring.

No, I don't mean
a political head.

Who was
the chief scientist?

Dr. Abraham Esau.

Is he still alive?

I have no idea.

Please, I must go now.
Alone.

Well, you've been extremely
helpful, Mr. Obermann.

I really appreciate it.

I hope you succeed
in your quest, Mr. Caine.

[♪]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Yeah.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

I'm sorry,
I don't speak German.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

...Americana.

Yes, that's right.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Good night.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[GUNFIRE]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[CRYING]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

LEHMAN:
I told you not to act alone.

CAINE:
I'm sorry.

I thought
it was a chance

that any professional cop
would have taken.

I won't have you operating alone
without my knowledge.

Now, that's not a request.
That's a-- That's an order.

Come on, Hans,
you would've done

the same thing
in my place.

I've notified
Obermann's next of kin

to meet us at his apartment.

You smoke too much.

CAINE:
No, there's nothing here before 1956.

It's almost as if his whole life
didn't begin until then.

LEHMAN:
Well, Obermann was captured by the British in 1945.

Apparently, Siebold and Obermann
were Genesis scientists.

Yeah, but, uh...

where do we find
Professor Siebold,

assuming that
he's still alive?

If he was important enough,
there will be a file on him

at the SS Documents Center
in Zehlendorf.

[LEHMAN SPEAKS GERMAN]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Yes.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

This is Mr. Barney Caine,
an American police official.

How do you do?

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Mr. Caine had occasion

to question
Herr Paul Obermann

shortly before
he was killed.

Question about what?

The crime whose origins
are American.

There's a bottle of brandy

in the kitchen cabinet
over the sink.

Would you be kind enough
to pour some for me?

Naturally.

[SIGHS]

I don't understand
men like you.

What in God's name
can be important enough

to place a man's life
in danger?

Two very dear friends
of mine

were brutally murdered
in Los Angeles.

Mr. Obermann had certain
important information.

I'm sorry,
but I had no choice.

I would like to ask you
some questions.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Your name in Obermann's wallet
was next of kin.

I mean, what was
your relationship to him?

He was my uncle.

I see.

My mother was
Paul Obermann's sister.

When I was seven,

my parents were killed
in a car accident near Munich.

Paul Obermann raised me.

When did you last see him?

Three, four weeks ago.

CAINE:
On what occasion?

No occasion.

We had lunch together.

Paul was lonely.
All his friends were gone.

I was the only one he had.

What is your occupation,
please?

I am a freelance model,
at the Lemendorf Agency.

Miss Spangler,

do you know what your uncle
did during the war?

Only that he was a chemist

working on some secret
energy research.

Was that project
named Genesis?

I don't know.

But...

about eight months ago,

a Swiss businessman
called my uncle.

He was interested in Genesis.

I remember that meeting
with that man frightened Paul.

What was his name?

Toble?

Tauber? Tauber.

Well, tell me,

do you know this man
with your uncle?

Yes. I saw him very often
when I was quite young.

His name is
Professor Wolf Siebold.

He was a colleague of my uncle.

Do you know where
we could find him?

It was many years ago,
I don't know.

Thank you.

I must advise you,

we may require some more
questions at a later date.

You may
require questions?

You bring me here
at a time of sorrow,

asking questions,
stupid questions,

while my uncle is murdered
in a public place.

I have only contempt for you
and your so-called profession.

Fräulein Spangler.

You can claim your uncle's
body tomorrow morning

and arrange
for the funeral.

There will be no funeral.

There's no one left
to attend a funeral.

I will have Paul cremated.

That's some woman.

I hate to see her angry.

Hm.

You think, uh,

you could get me some stills
of her modeling work?

I suppose so.
To what purpose?

No purpose.
I'm just a dirty old man

who likes to look
at pretty girls.

It's an affliction
that comes with age, Barney.

Mm-hmm.

Sorry about all this,
Hans.

Oh, well,
forget about it.

Yeah, the thing is,
now what do we do?

I mean, supposing
I do locate Siebold.

Obermann said
that no one with a past

will talk
in front of the police.

How will we operate?

Yes.

Well, uh, all right.

You can pursue
the case alone

if you let me know
where you are and with whom.

Fine.

I'd like your professional
word of honor.

You have it.

By the way, um...

I took this off
of Obermann's body.

It's from Franz Tauber.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Well, why didn't you give me
Tauber's letter before?

'Cause we didn't have
an arrangement before.

You know what you are?

Du bist ein
son of a bitch.

[LAUGHS]

I'm a washed-up
son of a bitch.

Say, uh...

how about giving me
a Xerox copy of that letter?

All right, all right.

I'm running a check
on Frank Tedesco

with our Intelligence.

I already checked him
with Interpol.

He's an open book.

[SHIVERS]

Perhaps.

But I had dinner
with a young Italian girl

who works
for our Intelligence,

and she reminded me
that the Italian word

for German is "tedesco."

[SPANGLER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Let's go over this
once more.

First, you have to
find a way

to accompany
this American, Caine.

Second, you will
lead him to Siebold.

Third, you will
report everything.

Please, Dieter...

I'm not new with this...

business.

Tedesco was very precise
with his instructions.

Tedesco is famous
for his precise instructions.

I can't. I--

I feel nothing.

There's no more music
in my head.

Do you understand?

[SIGHS]

I feel so old.

University seems like
a thousand years ago.

Be careful, Lisa.

You too.

SPANGLER:
It was kind of you to come.

CAINE:
Not at all.

It took courage
for Mr. Obermann to see me.

Do you think Paul's death
is related to Major Neeley?

Well, I hope
to find the answer

to that in the archives
at Zehlendorf.

So far, the only link
I have is Genesis.

What is Genesis?

It's a Nazi code name
for synthetic fuel.

What is it
you want with me?

What do you mean?

I'm no fool, Mr. Caine.

You have spent
two hours with me.

You are in midst
of a critical investigation.

Why?

Well, the truth is,
I wanted to pay my respects.

The truth also is,
I, uh, need a favor.

I need someone
who's fluent in German,

not connected
with the police.

Someone who has, uh,

the right motives
who can help me.

And you would like me
to go to Zehlendorf with you

and translate
those documents.

That's right.

And afterwards?

Wherever
the case leads.

And you believe
that's a fair request?

[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I think it's fair.

You worked us over
pretty good last night.

I wasn't in control.
I apologize for that.

Don't apologize,
I understand your anger.

But I'd still appreciate
your help.

But I don't know
how I can help you.

Well, I'm operating alone,

6000 miles from home,

digging into matters
that concern the Nazi past,

and I can't bring
the police along.

Look, uh, Miss Spangler...

your uncle was shot down
in cold blood.

Now, you can help avenge
his death, if you want to.

It's up to you.

Let's get a taxi.
I'm very cold.

[♪]

Lisa...

this has gotta be
the same von Kladen

that Tom knew
35 years ago, hm?

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

It says he was badly burned and
suffered a serious leg wound.

He was transferred from combat

and placed in charge
of the Genesis documents.

Fate unknown.

Uh-huh.

Well, at least we got a line
on Professor Siebold.

But we don't know that Siebold
is still at University.

I think he's still there.

Otherwise, Tom wouldn't have
gone to Hamburg in January.

Perhaps I can phone him.
I'm sure he will remember me.

Let's let Lehman
call him.

That way
he's got a choice

of either talking to us
or talking to the police.

Nothing on Dr. Esau, huh?

No. No file.
Only references.

He was captured by the Soviets
in May of '45. That's all.

Okay, let's get
outta here.

It's like dancing
through a graveyard.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪]

It is difficult to believe,
isn't it?

What is that?

That an entire nation
went mad.

Lisa...

something you said
kind of bothered me.

So? What?

You referred to Tom
as, uh, Major Neeley.

Only someone familiar
with his military record

would call him that.

But my uncle
always called him Major Neeley.

Yes, of course.

You really sure you want me
to accompany you to Hamburg?

Absolutely.

Professor Siebold knows you.

Uh, your presence will make him
that much more relaxed.

You know,
in a curious way,

this canal reminds me
of Venice.

I was there once
on holiday,

and I spent a couple of days
with a man

I have never seen before
or since.

It was a beautiful time.

I think it's nice to have
some of those, uh,

memories tucked away.

For me,
those times are the best

because they have
no history,

no future.

Only the moment.

[♪]

Please, sit down.

You know,
the only memento Paul kept

was that photograph of you
and he as young men

at the Academy of Sciences.

It must be a great tragedy
to you.

Paul was both father
and mother to you.

He had a truly sensitive soul.

Mr. Caine,

rest assured, I will give you
all the help you require.

Thank you, professor.

Tell me, um, did an American
named Tom Neeley contact you

in early January of this year?

No.

Did a Swiss businessman
named, uh,

Franz Tauber

contact you about
eight months ago?

Ah, yes. Tauber.

He also spoke with Obermann.

He was interested
in reconstituting

the Genesis team.

I refused to see him.

Oh, why?

[SCOFFS]
I am almost 70.

I have no desire
to conquer any new worlds.

[CHUCKLES]

What can you tell me
about Genesis, professor?

The manufacture of oil
from coal is not new.

Real breakthrough
came at a meeting

at the Reich Chancellery

in August 1936.

There were giants
at that meeting.

It was at that meeting

that Hitler gave
the I.G. Farben works

a grant of one billion
reichmarks

to undertake mass-production
of synthetic fuel.

Dr. Abraham Esau
was placed in charge.

I was Chief Liaison Coordinator
for all the 15 plants.

By 1941, we were producing
great quantities

of synthetic oil and lubricants.

This is an award

presented to me
by Albert Speer,

commending me for producing
seven million metric tons

of synthetic fuel in 1944.

Mr. Obermann said
that you had, uh,

perfected a remarkable catalyst

and that the catalyst
controlled the process.

Now, that is true.

But I did not formulate
that catalyst.

I merely coordinated.

CAINE:
Who did?

Dr. Esau.

You wouldn't, by any chance,
know what became of Dr. Esau?

No.

But, um,

Esau did have
a personal adjutant.

A man named Reimeck.

I heard something about him

being involved
in one of these...

pornographic clubs
across the lake.

That wouldn't be the Club Venus
by any chance, would it?

I have no idea.

Yes, you do.

You sent Tom Neeley there
in January.

CAINE:
We found a souvenir of the club

in Neeley's house.

Why did you lie to me
about seeing Neeley?

[SHOUTING IN GERMAN]

He says you're rude
and presumptuous.

He's right.

You see, professor,

I'm a little tired of being
lied to and shot at.

And your phony nostalgia

about the good old days
doesn't impress me.

Don't play the sanctimonious
American with me, mister.

In all the years of the war,
in all the great Allied raids,

not one important
hydrogenation plant was hit.

And why?

Because certain
American oil companies

shared chemical patents
with the Third Reich.

The Americans were in business
with the Third Reich then.

And the same partnership
exists today.

There is blood on your hands
too, mister.

[SHOUTING IN GERMAN]

[COOL, FUN MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

This is
Manfried Reimeck.

He is the manager of the club
and says to forgive the delay.

Tell him that we appreciate
his time and help.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

It is not necessary
to translate.

[CHUCKLES]
I can manage some English.

What can you tell me
about Dr. Esau?

Uh, Dr. Esau,

I remember.

I was with Dr. Esau

at the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute
in Berlin

the night the Soviet tanks
entered the city.

And I pleaded

with Dr. Esau
to save himself,

but he refused.

The city was burning.

There were wild animals
in the streets.

Do you know
where he is now?

Dr. Esau is terminally ill.

He's at a private sanitorium
near to St. Moritz.

A place called,
wait a moment, uh...

the Kessenger Haus.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Sorry, but I must
leave you now.

I hope I have been
of some help to you.

Indeed. Thank you.

No, thank you.

The drinks are, of course,
on the house.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

["HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN"
PLAYING]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

[♪]

[LISA SCREAMS]

Lisa. Hey, Lisa.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]
Come on.

What is it?

[GASPING]
Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.
It's a nightmare.

Yeah.

I'll say. You--
You wanna talk about it?

No.

It's very old,
very personal.

You don't know, maybe, uh--

Maybe we share
the same nightmare.

[CHUCKLES]

Perhaps we are.

They say all nightmares
have a certain similarity.

Well, mine's in full color.

Very elegant setting.

A restaurant outside Santiago.

I'm having lunch
with a friend of mine,

a man very close to Allende.

He was, um,

shot to death.

Did you know
he would be killed?

Yeah, I--
I knew he was gonna be killed.

I was told that
he was, uh, head of a group

that intended to stop
the flow of copper

into the United States,
you know?

And that his, uh,

removal was vital
to our national interests.

About three months later
I found out

the whole thing was a scam.

You know what I mean?
A setup, phony.

Just to drive up
the price of copper.

So I resigned
from the Agency,

and, uh, heh,

I fell off the world
for a couple of years,

and Tom Neeley
resurrected me.

But let me tell you,

my dead friend is still alive
in my nights.

I think our nightmares
are not so different.

Mm.

Well...

after that
cheerful little story,

you're all right now, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

I'll see you
in the morning.

Barney.

Please stay.

Please.

[♪]

More coffee?

What?

Do you like
some more coffee?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I...

One phone call from Lehman.

Esau agrees to see me.
It's too pat.

What do you mean
by "pat"?

Easy, simple.

That kind of obedience
is perfectly normal

and very German.

You know, the Palace Hotel
in St. Moritz

is quite elegant.

You sure
you can afford it?

[CHUCKLES]

Lehman told them
it was official business,

so it's on the house.

Do you ski?

Years ago, in Chile.
I wound up in a cast.

[CHUCKLES]

I love to ski.

There's something special
about being alone,

late in the day.

It's like a moment
of personal truth.

Curious, isn't it,

the places that people
find truth?

Where do you find it,
Barney?

I don't know.

When I left Los Angeles,
my son, uh...

put his arms around me.

I guess there's a good
deal of truth in that.

I want you to understand
about last night.

It wasn't
just the nightmare.

I wanted you
to stay with me because...

I couldn't be alone

with all those images
about that nightclub.

I kept thinking
of the war,

of all that terror
ending as a pornographic joke.

And all this time...

I thought you were just
a pushover for a pretty face.

[LAUGHS]

[♪]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

We should sit down.

The French are building
an atomic reactor

in Northern Iraq,

complete
with enriched uranium.

[CHUCKLES]

The French will sleep
with anyone for a profit.

They are a nation of whores.

You are the niece
of Paul Obermann?

Yes, Dr. Esau.

He was only an adequate man,

but a remarkable chemist.

Doctor, Mr. Reimeck told us

that you had been captured
by the Russians.

The Mongolians came into
the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute.

They swarmed into my office,

still wearing their
white winter uniforms in May.

They kept flushing my toilet
over and over.

Hm. Can you believe?

The German nation

defeated by men
who have never seen a toilet.

Uh, where did they take you?

First to Kiev,
then to Moscow.

They wanted
the Genesis formula.

The one that contained
the final catalyst.

I designed the pilot
hydrogenation plant,

working with
their Soviet scientists.

The process failed.

It was a purposeful failure.

[CHUCKLES]
After five years

and millions of rubles,

they placed me
in the Lubyanka Prison.

Keeping alive in that prison

was in itself
an act of vengeance.

Dr. Esau,

what happened
to that final formula?

[COUGHS]

The Genesis file
was part of a shipment

that contained
our most vital military secrets.

Himmler planned to trade
those secrets with the Allies

in return for amnesty.

The shipment was in charge
of a general named Kladen.

It was intercepted
by units of the American Army.

After that, we were lost.

We had nothing left
to bargain with.

[COUGHING]

Why did the Russians
release you, doctor?

The cartel negotiated
my release

from the Soviets in 1956.

What cartel?

The same cartel
that has conspired

to suppress the production
of synthetic fuel.

I must ask you to leave us
for a moment, Fräulein Spangler.

As you wish.

You will forgive me

for dismissing
Fräulein Spangler,

but in my position,

one learns
the limitations of trust.

Our positions aren't
that different, doctor.

The civilized world
must record

that in the long shadows
of history,

it was I, Dr. Abraham Esau,

that kept
the lights burning.

And you, Mr. Caine,
are in a unique position

to ensure my immortality.

You have no connection
to the cartel

or the Kameradschaft.

You are a policeman

seeking justice

for the death
of your friends.

That's true.

[♪]

[COUGHING]

I'm going to inscribe for you
the Genesis formula.

You have all the proper motives
to make it public.

My friends
were killed for this.

Promise me that you will make
my formula public.

You have my word.

I am going to die
on your word.

Hello? Hello?

[TRAIN WHISTLES IN DISTANCE]

MAN:
Yes, sir?

Now, look, uh...

I was talking to Los Angeles.
I got cut off.

Can you put the call
back through for me, please?

I'm sorry, the circuit is cut.

There's a message from
a Franz Tauber.

You are to meet him
tomorrow at noon,

uh, where the horses race
on the ice.

Uh, good evening, Herr Caine.

Good night.

Son of a bitch.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

[LISA SPEAKING GERMAN]

MAN:
Danke.

LISA:
Danke.

Quite extraordinary,

our Swiss horses
that race on the ice.

The Swiss
are famous for them.

That's interesting.

I always thought the Swiss were
famous for their, uh, chocolate.

[CHUCKLES]

That's quite true.

Do you care for one?

[♪]

How nice, Mr. Tauber.

Thank you.

Hm, thanks.

Danke schön.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Express?
Express, express, ja.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

He says Express Airmail

will leave Zurich tonight
for New York

and will arrive in Los Angeles
sometime tomorrow night.

Oh, that's great. Fine.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

I need 16 francs for the postage
and for the two copies.

You've got it.
How much have I got there?

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

[GIGGLES]

Hey, you left me one.

Excuse me, darling.

[♪]

This is your key.

The matching key
will be in our safe.

Simply present your key

when you wish to have
your documents back.

Fine. Oh, uh, here,
please.

Thank you.
Thank you.

[PHONE RINGS]

MAN:
Ja? Hello? Ja, ja.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Oh, Mr. Caine,

your call to Inspector Lehman
from Berlin is ready.

You can have the call
around the corner.

Um...

Could you tell me what
the German words, uh,

"die Orchidee" mean?

Die Orchidee?

Oh, it means "orchid."

Like the flower.

Thank you.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

What is it?

What's wrong?

Do you know what?

[LAUGHS]
I think I'm get--

Getting a little bit old
for this racket.

The curious thing is...

you don't get any smarter.

You just get slower.

But...

You're awful good.

I gotta give you that.

When I asked you...

why you called Tom
"Major Neeley"...

[SNAPS FINGERS]

...you never missed
a beat.

It was the truth.

[SCOFFS]

It was bullshit.

But you sold me.

You know,
I saw that, uh...

photograph of you
in the black wig.

There was hairs from a black wig
on Tom's pillow.

Every model in the world
wears wigs.

That's right.

You're right.

But every model in the world
does not use a body oil...

with an orchid scent.

I found that same fragrance
on a towel in Neeley's bathroom.

Oh, there's a couple
of other little things

I forgot to tell you.

You know,
you told me that, uh,

Siebold knew you
since you were a little girl?

I saw his eyes.

He didn't recognize you
from Mohammed Ali.

Incidentally, I just talked
to Lehmans on the phone.

Dear old Uncle Paul Obermann...

had no sister.

[CHUCKLES]
You must have had a hell of a time keeping a straight face.

Such melancholy.

All that poetic ceremony
about poor Obermann's ashes.

And then letting me talk you

into taking me to Zehlendorf
and helping me out.

And all the time
you're just following orders.

[CHUCKLES]

It doesn't matter
that my friends are murdered.

I don't know
what you're made of.

I don't see how
you could make love to someone,

and then two minutes later,

take out a Walther PPK and pump
seven slugs into his body.

I did what I had to do
with Neeley.

And I left.

I didn't kill him.

Just following orders, right?

Yes.

Right into bed, right?

No one ordered me
to sleep with you!

[SIGHS]
Listen to me.

Try to understand.

My father
was the commander

of the Ravensbrück
concentration camp.

And this man...

my father...

designed and carried out
the gassing and burning

of 200,000 women and children.

He kept jars of gold teeth
taken from the dead.

He melted them down
and bought his way

into a respectable position
in the new Germany.

[SIGHS]

When I discovered
what my father had been,

I despised him

and everything his generation
stood for, but mostly myself.

You weren't even born.

You couldn't be held
responsible.

But I knew, you see.
I knew.

And I looked at my own world

and saw it being run
by the same monsters.

Nothing had changed.

So when I went to the university
I met some people,

and they helped me to believe

violence was the only means
to a new way.

We must believe in the
universal brotherhood of man.

If not,
the world will end.

One man miscalculates,
pushes a button,

and we all end
as an accident.

So I-- I did
what I thought was right.

You actually believe that.

You think that those people
who send you out to kill

are different
than the people you kill.

No wonder
you have nightmares.

You've been brainwashed
by experts.

Sweet Jesus,

you really think
that those bastards

believe in the brotherhood
of man?

Yes, I did.

For a long time.
The same way you did in Chile.

The causes are always the same,
only the flags are different.

[SIGHS]

Lisa...

...can you tell me why
the Neeleys were killed?

We were instructed
to find out

if they had been in touch
with the Swiss, Tauber.

Why?
I don't know.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

What do you think
they have in mind for me?

My orders were to accompany you.
Nothing more.

Whose orders?

Frank Tedesco.

I want you to set up a meeting
for me with Tedesco.

Why should I?

Sweetheart,
we've both been used.

There's not much time left.

Maybe I can buy you
a little with Lehman,

but you gotta help me.

There's no use, Barney.
There's no use.

Why not?

You can't touch him.

You have to promise me.

If I arrange a meeting,

you won't do anything
than talk to him.

Because you will be
in danger, not him.

I understand.

Tedesco is in Berlin.

[♪]

LEHMAN:
Barney, don't cross that line.

That's East Berlin.
I can't help you there.

I am Frank Tedesco.

I understand you wish to speak
about our friend...

...Major Neeley.

Yeah, I'd like to know
how you came to know him.

It was in the spring of 1945

close to the Swiss frontier.

I was then known
as General Helmut Kladen.

And it was then that the two
of you took the formula

to the British in Hamburg,
right?

Where we met
the late Paul Obermann.

Together we decoded
and translated the file

for British Intelligence.

Apparently, you Americans

were not interested
in our synthetic fuel.

After the war,
Obermann went to England,

Tom, back to America,

and I to Haiti.

But you maintained control
over the Genesis scientists.

You come to me
for your kinderspiel.

Your children's questions.

Don't you find that curious?

After all...

your friends have all been lost.

Well, don't worry about it.

We're famous for losing
the wars we win.

And let me tell you something,
you son of a bitch.

Verstehen Sie?
Son of a bitch?!

I know you had
Tom and Kay Neeley killed,

and if it takes me
the rest of my life,

I'm gonna see that you pay
for it.

I'll be comin' on
behind you, general.

You can sleep on it.

Why the anger, Mr. Caine?

I can assure you
the men who killed the Neeleys

have been eliminated.

So you've done your job.

Besides, you acquired
the formula.

You have no cause
to be upset.

Auf Wiedersehen, gentlemen.

[TRAIN WHISTLES IN DISTANCE]

Barney. No, Barney.

[ALARM BUZZING]

[LEHMAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[WOMAN SPEAKS GERMAN]

LEHMAN:
Well, I told her

you are an American
police official.

She's placing the call
to your partner.

Thank you.

Hans...

what do you think
they'll do to Lisa?

I don't know.
Maybe nothing.

If she has a value at all,

they'll let her live
for a while.

Hm.

This is a copy
of the Genesis formula.

If anything should happen to me,
see that it gets to, uh,

somebody in the government,
somebody in the press,

anybody you trust.
All right.

Mr. Caine. Mr. Yosuta's number's
out of service.

Out of service?
Yes.

Barney.

These are simple
geometric equations

from a high school book.

Mr. Caine, it's final
boarding call for your flight.

Uh, miss?
Yes?

I want you to put an emergency
phone call to Los Angeles,

uh, area code 213, 555-4000.

Ask for
the Watch Commander.

Okay.

Son of a bitch.

That-- That concierge
at the Swiss hotel.

He must have switched on me.
I should have checked that.

He probably grabbed
Louis by now.

I sent the original formula
to him.

Well, how do they know that?

Because Lisa was with me
when I, uh, mailed it.

She did it for me, huh?
Bullshit.

Listen, you go down to the gate,
will you,

and, uh, have 'em
hold the plane?

Yeah, right.

Mr. Caine,
they are on the line.

Yeah, thank you.

Hello?
Uh, who am I talking to?

Yeah, well, listen,
this is Lieutenant Barney Caine.

I'm talking to you from
Tegel Airfield in West Berlin.

I'm on a classified case
out of Tactical,

and I have reason to believe
that my partner,

Sergeant Louis Yosuta,
is in imminent danger.

I have the gate.
You must board your flight.

Tell them
it's a police emergency.

Inspector Lehman's
on his way there right now.

Listen, I want you to send
a couple of black and whites

to 365 Baldwin in Pasadena.

Tell them to handle it
Code Three.

And have a metro car
meet me at the airport.

Uh, flight 761, TWA, uh,
out of London,

arriving 3:35 p.m. your time.
You got that?

Yeah, uh, run a copy
of Yosuta's time log

for the last 24 hours,
all right?

Thanks, pal.

Thank you, miss.

Have a good flight,
Mr. Caine.

Watch your step, please.
Welcome back, lieutenant.

Here, take this, will you?
Yeah, sure.

Here, this way.

Talk to me, Rizzo.

Four of our men arrived
at Yosuta's house at 4:15 a.m.

His wife was bound and gagged.
She said three men took Louis.

We got an APB out.
Nolan's on it,

the commissioner's on it
and half the Metro squad.

He logged out at 6:15 p.m.,
logged back in at 8:45 p.m.,

and then out again
at 9:05 p.m.

That means he got the original
copy by special delivery,

went straight to Tactical
and shoved it in the safe.

Hit the screamer.

[SIREN BLARES]
Go.

[CHUCKLES]

You're quite a cowboy,
Caine.

Release Sergeant Yosuta,
and you get the original.

Yosuta. Yosuta.

I don't--
I don't know that fella.

I know,
but let him go anyway.

Alrighty.

That's it.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

What about copies?

There're no other copies.
I have the original.

Pawn to queen four.
Uh, how do I know that?

[CHUCKLES]
I have no desire to spend the rest of my life

looking over
my shoulder.

And you have no reason
to hurt Louis Yosuta.

We're at an honest standoff.
Go ahead and make the call.

All right,
I think I trust you, Barney.

Oh, can I call you
Barney?

Make the call.

All right.

Have a seat.

Well, how was it
over there in, uh...?

[SIGHS]
In Germany?

I wish you had brought me back
some knackwurst.

I love that stuff.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Steiffel.

Uh, release, uh,
Sergeant Yosuta

with our apologies
and our gratitude.

Have him go
to John Nolan's office.

I'll call him there.
Wait.

What's that?

Nolan's office.
I'll call.

Okay, send him
to Nolan's office,

and he'll be
called there.

I know.

Milk Dud?

Awful good.

I'll tell you what
I would like: some answers.

I mean, you've had
the formula since '45.

Why--?
Why all the masquerade?

Well, let's see.

All right.

I think you deserve
some answers.

I'll give you
the 98-cent tour.

Since World War II,

we've been concerned
with the continued existence

of some surviving
German scientists who were--

Well, they played
a key part

in the development
of the Genesis formula.

Now, our concern was a little
benign, because in '46,

we bought up the formula
and, uh, Dr.--

Esau.

Esau, right.

So Genesis then seemed tucked
neatly away in the past.

Now, uh, that was
the time

that this cartel,
uh, started to buy up

all the coal fields.

We now have,
give or take a nickel,

uh, 70 percent

of all the coal
in the United States.

Plus all
our uranium deposits.

Comes along '73,

Arabian crude goes
to 400 percent.

So we start thinking
about the feasibility

of synthetic fuels.

But when Herr Tauber contacted
Paul Obermann, then, uh...

we had to exchange queens.

That's when you decided

to, uh, set up Tom Neeley.

You had Tedesco order Obermann
to invite Neeley to Berlin,

ostensibly to explore
the possibilities

of reconstituting
the Genesis team.

But once Tom was hooked,
you had him murdered.

That assured you
the benefit of my services.

I mean, all those
wonderful clues

scattered all over
Neeley's house.

[CHUCKLES]

They were designed...

to lead me away
from cocaine,

directly to Genesis
and to Berlin.

Not bad, Caine.

Stick around.
It gets better.

You couldn't just, uh,
kill off the scientists.

Somebody would've linked it
to Genesis.

You needed a cover, and I turned
out to be the fall guy.

Let me ask you
something though.

How did you know that I'd
be assigned to the case?

Ten-cent phone call.

I see.

I see.

And your only mistake
was Dr. Esau and his...

[CHUCKLES]

...passion for immortality.

Best-laid plans.

But you and I are gonna
rectify that, aren't we?

I should've known.

I should've known
you were calling the shots

when Clements was blown up.

I should've put
that together right away.

Listen, you were 7000 miles
from home.

You lost a horse,
a bishop and a queen.

Kindly spare me

all the chess crap.

You never saw the bodies
of Tom and Kay Neeley.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, if you're gonna try
to dispense with this

as rapacious, evil
little men who are

desperately
trying to hang on

to their Swiss bank
accounts,

then you're gonna miss
the side of the barn

by at least eight yards.

Look.

The sole function
of any international cartel

is to ensure
political harmony.

The first obligation
of power is to lead.

Now, that's been the Holy Grail
since the industrial revolution.

Now, we've brought the human
race to that grand plateau

where insanity is now
a graver problem than hunger.

Human beings,
my friend,

are a very complex,
uh, paradox.

Very, very dangerous.

They don't wanna be leaders,
they wanna be followers.

I mean, they-- They can't wait
to find some nut,

who they think
is just wonderful,

to tell them what to do.

And they all wanna be
brought under control.

And some of
that awesome burden has...

fallen on my sagging shoulders.

I didn't ask for it,

and I don't enjoy it.

But I accept it because I have
a strong sense of duty.

[SIGHS]

Now...

there are those inevitable
moments when some people, uh,

have to be sacrificed
like your--

Your friends, the Neeleys.

I didn't like that.

But I don't make the rules
around here.

I just work here.

Christ, I'd rather be up
in the Great Sierras there,

backpacking, fishing.

But, uh...
duty says otherwise.

You mean greed
says otherwise.

You'll make synthetic fuel

when you get damn good
and ready.

But not until
you've screwed, uh,

those poor slobs
down there in the street

out of about $40 or $50 billion
for phony research

on a formula
that already works.

Why don't you make
your call now?

[DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:
John Nolan's office.

This is Barney Caine.

Sergeant Yosuta's right here.

YOSUTA:
Barney? It's me.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

There's a cable here for you.

It arrived two days ago.

Get it right over here,
Lou.

I can read it to ya.

You're a couple of minutes away.
Get it here now.

Where are ya?

Adam Steiffel's office.

[LINE CLICKS]

Can we conclude
our business?

It's on the way.

I just wish I could get you
to understand.

What is there
to understand?

You trade lives and human
dignity for profit.

"Money, not morality,

is the principal commerce
of civilized nations."

Thomas Jefferson,
two hundred years ago.

That is the philosophy
that built this nation.

What do you know
about this nation?

When'd you ever give
a second thought

to American citizens?

You're the reason
their money's worthless.

You're the reason old people
are eating out of garbage cans,

and kids get killed
in bullshit wars.

You're not in the oil business.

You're
in the oil-shortage business.

You're an ivory-tower hoodlum,

a common street killer.

I wish to Christ there was
some way I could nail ya.

Well...

you're gonna be nailing
the American dream, Barney.

We could all start it
in a corner gas station.

Remember, you used to take
your bike down there

and get free air.

And Daddy said, uh,
"Fill 'em up, Fred."

Then you go down to Grandma's
for Christmas dinner.

Yeah.

Then when you got
your first car.

What did you do?
You took your girl for a ride.

There was Fred
smiling by the pump there.

He never let you down

'cause a gallon of gas
never broke down.

Well, it was oil that nourished
the American dream.

We're the great American tit,
Barney.

And without it...

ain't no America.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

[DOOR OPENS]

WOMAN:
There's a cable for Lieutenant Caine.

Thank you,
Miss Rubin.

Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I think this
is for you.

"The chocolates
are delicious.

"Best wishes...

Franz Tauber."

You gave the formula
to the Swiss.

I thought it was
kind of a nice touch.

You may be in a little trouble.

Let me give you a piece
of professional advice.

Get out of the oil business,
will ya?

Get your police pension.

Take your kid for a raft ride
down the Colorado.

It's terrific.

Let me tell you something.

If I didn't have a son,

who still loved me...

I'd blow your fuckin' brains

all over that venetian blind
back there.

Right here, right now.

But I'm not
in the murder business.

And you're not worth
one more minute of my time.

I hope you enjoy
the chocolates.

Okey-doke.

Okey-doke.

Oh.

[PHONE BEEPING]

[LINE RINGING]

MAN:
Hello.

Hello, Franz.

This is Franz Tauber.

Yeah,
this is Adam Steiffel.

I'm sorry to wake you up.

Oh, Adam.

[CHUCKLES]
What a pleasant surprise.

Look, I'm, uh...

I'm calling you in reference to,
uh, this, uh, telegram

that you sent
about the chocolates.

[CHUCKLING]
Oh, yes, the chocolates.

Yeah, I'd a-- I'd appreciate it
if you could just sit on them,

uh, for about 10 years.

In 10 years,
I'm afraid those chocolates

will lose their flavor.

That's funny.

Well, we can sweeten it up,
uh, Franz. Uh...

Maybe--? How about 25 percent
of my, uh, anthracite?

But, Adam,
why do we wait 10 years?

Well, Franz, if we mine it now,
it's gonna be, uh, coal,

but if we wait 10 years,
it's gold.

Uh, make it 30 percent,
and we are in business.

Thirty percent sounds
as right as rain to me.

Hey, you know, Adam,

I always thought
you were Swiss.

Well, Franz, in business,
we're all Swiss, aren't we?

Quite so.
Well, draw the papers, Adam.

Thank you, Franz. Go back
to sleep. Auf Wiedersehen.

Goodbye, Adam.

[LINE CLICKS]

Auf...

Wiedersehen.

Christ.

Think they'll go
after you?

No, I doubt it.
I've done my damage.

I'm not an adversary
anymore.

I'm just another customer.

[HORN HONKS]

[♪]