All language subtitles for The.Element.of.Crime.1984.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT-English

Fantasy is okay, but my job
is to keep you on the right track.

We are after the facts.

You seem to return to Cairo and me
whenever you have a problem.

Two months ago, you left Cairo,
your wife, everything

for a police job in Europe.

Now you are back, haunted by headaches.

If you want me to help you
get rid of these headaches,

we must go back two months in the time,

back to where it all started.

All I know, Europe has become
an obsession to you.

What was the name again?

Mr. Fisher.

An obsession, Mr. Fisher. A state of mind.

I have no doubt the stay in Europe
has been painful.

Painful.

So you must go into that part
of your memory.

It's hard for you to remember, you say.

Yes. Yes.

So to help you to remember,
we have agreed to try hypnosis.

Hypnosis is a sound method.
It cannot fail.

If you feel, uneasy, tired, worried,

I'll bring you out of it.

Just ask me.

No problem. No problem at all.

I want you to go back...

two months in the time.

I want you to leave Cairo...

the sand, the desert...

Hoppitiher...

Nile...

Nilehralik.

It's too much for Europeans.

Yes.

You're going to see Europe again.

First time in 13 years.

I'm going to see Europe again
for the first time in 13 years.

But Europe is not the same.

I have arrived at dusk.

The trip has made me restless.

I cannot sleep.

- Water, water everywhere...
- Hello!

...and not a drop to drink.

The story. What is the story?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello?

I'm a policeman.

I've finally been called back to Europe
to solve a murder case.

Hello!

They told me I was able.
That's all I know.

- I'm looking up Osborne...
- Hello!

...the only one I want to see again.

I've brought him something from Egypt.

Where's the stairs?
You've moved the fucking stairs.

You must tell me everything, Mr. Fisher.

What do you see?

Is anyone there?

There's a smell
in the moist corridor like burnt leather.

The housekeeper is leading me on.

She's grown old.

Good evening.

It's Fisher.

It's been a long time.

Fisher. For Christ's sake.

You really thought
I wouldn't recognize you?

So, tell me about yourself.

Italy.

You went to Italy.

- Cairo.
- Really?

Just a minute.

The wind's picking up.

You were wise to go. Best away.

They treated you badly.

But... Cairo?

How are things at the academy?

I haven't taught for years.

The teaching was restructured.

That was actually the word they used.

I suppose I was restructured too?

But now I'm quite content.

- Did you see anybody out there?
- Kramer's found a job for me.

Why not? You're an able man, Fisher.

Not many left with your training.
Kramer knows.

Yes. I must admit,
I'm really looking forward to it.

The Element of Crime in Egyptian.

Your paper.
The translation took two years.

Footnotes and everything.
The complete work.

Without asking my permission?

It didn't occur to you that I'd like
to know what happened to my book?

I did. I wrote you.

- I would remember.
- You replied.

I don't recall that.

My wife died.

I sold all my books and papers.

Yes, I finally decided to get married.

She died for me.

I'm sorry.

She could do nothing by halves.

She certainly knew how to be remembered.

It's the most important thing...
the family.

I had a wife in Cairo.

Why do men leave their wives?
I cannot understand it.

It's incomprehensible to me.

The city was sanding over.
It was impossible to stay.

She was born there. She couldn't leave.

I was the last European to go.

A mixed marriage?

I find it hard to talk about these things.

I loved her as much as I could,
and that's all.

It was such an ex...
an extraordinary joy for me, Fisher.

The bosom of a family.

A cheerful smile.

I don't know what to say about your books.

They guided me.

Not just in my police work.
My whole way of thinking.

No, no, no, no.

I was furious when they removed
my books from the academy library.

Now I understand.
I wrote fiction. It wasn't science.

What I wrote w-w-was naive, dangerous.

The worst thing that can happen
in the name of science

is when the system becomes all-important.

We always look
for the element of crime in society.

But why not look
in the very nature of man?

So much has happened in Europe.
This book has become dangerous.

Excuse me.

Fisher.
Back from the promised land.

I thought I'd find you at the old man's.

Straight in there?

Now, let's see what you can do, Fisher.

They just found another mutilated body...
a little girl.

Somebody's gutted her.

This time down on the harbor.
So chop-chop. Fifteen minutes.

I'm sorry.
I had to take my medicine.

It was Kramer for you?

He's a busy man.

He's very important these days.

Kramer's nothing.

Is this the job
Kramer has in mind for you?

It's incredible.

Europe lies dormant.

There's a man with a horse
harnessed to a wagon.

The wagon loaded with apples.

Very peaceful.

They found her up in the coal.

They're bringing her down now.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed.

Here comes a chopper
to chop off your head.

Chip, chop, chip, chop.

The last one's dead.

Someone is asleep up there.

But, Mr. Fisher,
I have to know more about Kramer.

What did you mean, he's nothing?

Nobody move!
This is Chief of Police Kramer speaking!

Nobody move!

I know him from the old days.

The police academy.

He was always a pain,

and now he's chief of police.

Fisher! Good of you to turn up.

I see you found your friend Osborne then.

I didn't see you at headquarters.

Nancy boy.

Funny world, Fisher. You were always
so much more promising than me.

Now I'm chief of police.

Did you know I was the one
who offered Osborne the job

when he ditched from the school?

I've got the world by its balls, Fisher.

The short and curlies.

This is the clumsiest
police job I've ever seen.

Yeah, all right, Fisher.

Let's say clumsiness
is a principle which we use.

There's a special kind of evil around.
You can feel it.

You've seen the changes everywhere.

Believe me, Fisher, the same thing
has happened in these people.

You know what the dive is?

A jump from a height
with a rope around the ankle.

They call it a ritual. I call it crime.

We've got to keep them under.

You've always been a good boy, Fisher.
All work and no play.

You want to understand everything.

Why did you ever try for the force?

I didn't think blood was in your line.

Your people have never known joy.

You know what this is?

This is the difference between you and me.

Look out!

Have you gone completely mad?

- Why did you run away?
- I don't know.

There's a girl been murdered up here.

I was the one who told them where to look.

You're a dreamer, Fisher.

- Did you see who did it?
- No, I just arrived.

Did you know her?

She shouldn't have come here tonight.

I tried to tell her. She was my sister.

We sell lotto.

You don't seem to understand.

Your methods
are old-fashioned and too risky.

Lottery tickets?

Lottery tickets?

We're the ones who are getting killed.

She knew the risks.

Lotto Murders.

Someone's killing the ticket sellers.

So we stick together.

We always walk in twos and threes.

He said he'd buy a lot of lotto
if she came alone tonight.

She said it was stupid to be scared.

- Was there a little figure?
- A little figure?

That's his way. Don't you know?

Did you see him
when your sister spoke to him?

From far away.

- When?
- Yesterday.

- Would you recognize him?
- No.

Can I take my sister's tickets?

Sure.

Shouldn't I have been informed about this?

I decide what happens.
You don't make a move without me.

I'm your boss now, not Osborne.

So don't step out of line, Fisher.

When a job like this really hits the mark,

I've been out there screwing God.

Look at the lights.

It's okay, Fisher. It's still okay.

I can feel the talisman
in my pocket.

It's slippery in an unpleasant way.

I've never seen a body
mutilated like that.

The Lotto Murders.

Relax, Mr. Fisher.
You're doing fine, just fine.

Really?

Fisher. Inspector Fisher.

Can you show me to my office?

Kramer sent for me. I want an autopsy.

Just one?

Please hold the card a little bit higher
so we can stamp it.

Osborne had me come back.

Osborne. The great Osborne.

If I've heard about him,
I've already forgotten it.

Just mindin' my own business
when the new sheriff rides into town.

He walks into that saloon,
and he pulls out his six-shooter,

and he says,
"I'm gonna clean up this mess."

And I believe he will, 'cause he got
the fastest draw I ever did see.

How did I get involved
with a couple of assholes like you?

That's not even funny.

Take a look at yourself.

Headquarters.

I've been longing
for these endless corridors

with nowhere just around the corner.

I don't know why.

I've got some unpacking to do.

The office is familiar.

It used to be Osborne's in the old days.

There is a videotape in the machine.

Please, Mr. Osborne,
hold it a little higher.

Four murders.
A month between each. Talismans.

All the bodies mutilated
in the same obscene manner.

The disfigurements
never publicly revealed.

The work of the same man?

I've been feeling old lately.

Chief of Police Kramer
has agreed that we bring in a man

with the expertise
to handle a case like this.

Does that mean
that you accept the criticism

that you're primarily a man of theory?

Excuse me. Do you have a comment
on the dive, Chief Kramer?

"Dear Osborne, thanks for the loan."

We think the pictures are part
of tailing report 19040616-JJ...

"concerning Harry Grey."

I'm trying to remember
an easier way to the archives.

There must have been one long ago.

The note in the tube mail
has made me curious

to see what's in this Harry Grey file.

Osborne had something going on.
I want to find out what.

So far, no one's told me much
about anything.

I didn't expect much from Kramer,
but Osborne should have said something.

I'm going through the motions
and just drawing blanks.

I can think of things I'd rather do

than attend the autopsy
on the little girl.

But it's part of the routine,
Mr. Fisher, isn't it?

Cairo seems far, faraway.

It's a very beautiful corpse.
You can see that.

The corpse is impersonal.

What interests the scientist
is the marks of the murderer.

We are looking at the workings
of a mind, a man's mind.

That's the thrill of it.

- Is it a Lotto Murder?
- Oh, yes, no question.

She's cut up precisely the same way.

Can you not take a rest now?

Could it be an imitation?

If so, it's a good imitation.

There is one thing about the killings
which hasn't been mentioned in the press...

that death has taken place
before the disfiguring.

What was the cause of death?

Suffocation. Look.

These lottery dealers are weak persons...

Go away!

And unprotected invalids,

and yo... young women and so on.

This disfiguring,
was it done with a knife?

Broken bottle.

Does it shock you?

I've been out of practical
police work for some years.

But you are a professional.
We both are.

Our admiration is for the criminal,
not the victim.

She's gone. He remains out there...

...leaving his little traces,
his own little system.

He cuts and leaves himself bare.

Where did you get your training?
Auschwitz?

Mr. Fisher, it's from Osborne's house.

There were those who did.

Mr. Fisher, you must come at once.

I think something's happened
to Mr. Osborne.

After you left, he told me
not to let anybody in,

but just now I thought I heard him
arguing with somebody.

And now he doesn't answer.

Tora, Tora.

I fell. I get these attacks, you know.

Oh, th-th-that will be all.

I don't know how to explain this, Fisher.

I don't know if you understand
the meaning of a word like "expiation."

I feel I have to pay somehow.
Do you know what I mean?

You don't want to know.

Earlier in the evening
when I was here,

I was called out to a homicide... a girl.

The case resembled something
you were working on before you retired.

Mom does it. Dad does it.

Horses have a try and...

I think I'll come back tomorrow.

Who's Harry Grey?

Yes, that's a good question,
"Who is Harry Grey?"

Harry Grey doesn't exist anymore,
and the Lotto Murders are a closed book.

Those murders were ritualistic,

bizarre,

the fruit of a sick brain,

a maniac.

But they were systematic...

systematic to the last detail.

Inhuman.

Now, this is the only
existing picture of HG.

There were four murders.

It sometimes helps to study
the geography of a crime. Remember?

But there was a connection
with a three-year-old tailing report.

A man called Harry Grey,
suspected of subversive activity.

Wrongly, it turned out.

I wondered if he'd made preparations
those three years earlier.

You know, groundwork...

groundwork for the Lotto Murders?

A field trip.

Oh, bugger.

I used the old methods.

I lay in ambush and waited for him.

He must have known.

He tried to escape in his car.

I followed. He drove fast.

In spite of the wet and the dark,
surprisingly well.

Went into a slide. Came off the road.

He hit a concrete pillar.

He died in the flames.

It was as if he wanted it like that.

I couldn't help him.

Just one question.

Who's this picture supposed to convince?

Me or you?

These talismans have been seen
all over the papers.

Anybody could make one like it.

This is the route according
to the three-year-old tailing report.

These are the four sites of the murders.

Halberstadt, Friedingen,
Oberdorf and Neukalkau.

As you see, the corners
of a perfect square.

Four murders with approximately
one month between them.

Grey is dead and his work completed.

A nice little geometric puzzle.

- Past and present.
- No, Osborne. That's not good enough.

You deport a man...

for 13 years...

in the sand.

You bring him back to Europe
where something apparently has gone wrong.

He looked up his old teacher,

a teacher who has unfortunately gone mad.

You asked me who Harry Grey was.

I told you.

Harry Grey is dead.

But... I don't rule out...

This able-bodied man
gets work with the police force.

The only thing is,
there's no police force.

The old teacher has been threatened.

He's like a dog. He's scared.

Changes the facts to cover for a criminal.

Furthermore, he abdicates
the brilliant theories of his youth.

That's treason. That's worse.

I can see you're scared.
You're being threatened.

Where's the tailing report?

Crime today is like a chemical reaction.

It can only happen
in the right environment.

Intelligence and sensitivity
must be affected out there.

Don't talk to me in those bloody clichés!

The academy days are over.

I found this girl cut up
in Innenstadt Harbor.

Innenstadt is on the square too, right,
here in the middle. Grey is alive.

So don't tell me.

If the square describes a closed figure,
this must be an opening.

Very touching.

You're happy now, aren't you?

But... take care, Fisher.

Police work has become so much more
dangerous now than it was in your day.

I know I'm a silly old bugger.

For Christ's sake, you'll do
what you think is right anyway.

We never quarreled before.

He really cares for you, Mr. Fisher.

I know.

He's so scared,
even of the smallest things...

the house and the dark.

He never rests.

He just walks around up there. Listen.

Is it always as dark as this
this time of year?

There are no seasons anymore.

The last three summers
haven't been summers.

The weather changes all the time.

It never alters.

Would he hurt himself?

This morning, he asked me
to burn all his books and papers.

Tell me about his wife.

They were married a few years
before she died, right?

Did he say that?

Suddenly, when he came back
a month ago, he was married.

She stayed a week.

She isn't dead. She just left.

Have you seen the child?

It's hers from a previous marriage.
She left it.

How can anybody do that?

There, there now.

Now, now.

There.

Talk to me, Mr. Fisher.

I've found
the missing tailing report.

Harry Grey has been here
to frighten Osborne,

to destroy any information on him.

Osborne was getting too close.

I owe it to him to go on with this.

How can this tailing report help you?

It's a surveillance report
on an innocent little trip

that Harry Grey took
years before the Lotto Murders.

If you'd read
The Element of Crime, you'd know.

Let Osborne speak.

Let the man speak!

Remember, gentlemen, we are Europeans.

The Element of Crime sets out
a series of mental exercises

designed to improve our understanding
of the behavioral pattern of the criminal.

Understanding?
Don't you know what's going on out there?

Next question.

The Element of Crime is a method

based on the reconstruction
of a known part of a criminal's life.

It is, if you like,
a psychological identification

that enables the policeman,
through his own mind,

to work his way into the unknown
activities of the criminal...

to work his way
into the crime in question.

That's a dangerous way
of reaching understanding.

We always run the risk
of being corrupted.

The morality of the police
is no different from that of society.

Sir, you claim that crime
can only arise in a specific element.

The Element of Crime...

- Yes. Next question.
- Metaphysics!

I never claimed that the method
had been completely developed.

What am I doing here?

If you leave now,
you will never come back.

- Hello?
- Osborne?

- We can open the locker now.
- Hello?

This is the Hotel Schatz in Halberstadt.

I've been thinking.
If you really think it's important...

What locker?

Harry Grey's locker.

Isn't this Mr. Osborne?

Why don't you defend yourself, Osborne?

I'm on my way.

I'm on my way,
chasing a man, Harry Grey.

I'm carrying the tailing report
like a recipe book,

listing all the ingredients
needed to make Harry Grey.

I know everything he did
on his field trip three years ago.

I'm on my way to Halberstadt...

...to the locker.

Were you asleep
when the telephone rang, Mr. Fisher?

I wouldn't call it sleep.
I wouldn't call it sleep.

- You're not Osborne.
- Will you open the locker?

Are you from the police too?

It's a very nice hotel.

We have cola.

If you like yellow girls,
I can get you yellow girls.

The locker.

Is this connected with the Lotto Murders?

They found the body
behind Frau Gerda's house.

Where did you get that from?

The tourists are crazy about them.

When they've seen the site of the murder,

they want something
to take home with them.

What can you tell me about Harry Grey?

He was a nice man.
He tipped the maid. He had a car.

We never had no trouble with Mr. Grey.

- He only stayed here a short time.
- Okay.

So many tourists come here.
I can't remember them all.

Let's get one thing straight.

Not many tourists come here.
This is a dump.

"This is a dump"?

Halberstadt is everything
I thought it would be, only worse.

The place has three attractions...

the Hotel Schatz,

the site of the Lotto Murder...

and Frau Gerda's whorehouse.

Can we offer you anything to eat, mister?

Did you feel the sheets?

It's not a dry wind.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn

that tossed the dog that worried the cat

that killed the rat that ate the malt

that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

that milked the cow with the crumpled horn

that tossed the dog that worried the cat

that killed the rat that ate the malt

that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

that milked the cow with the crumpled horn

that tossed the dog that worried the cat

that killed the rat that ate the malt...

What is your name?

You can call me Harry.

My name's Kim.

What do you see, Harry?

A line of washing left out to dry.

It never dries. She brings it in wet.

Do you like Halberstadt?

I'd rather live in a hole in the ground.

I hate Halberstadt.

Do you want me now?

They say that people
living in Innenstadt are evil.

I'm gonna fuck you back to the Stone Age.

Harry came to Halberstadt
and stayed with Kim die halbe Nacht.

Kim was gone when I woke up
at Frau Gerda's.

I couldn't have slept
more than a few minutes.

I took the ferry on my way to Friedingen,

and suddenly she's here again,
standing by the side of the road.

She looks wet.

So this is the Stone Age.

Are you going to Innenstadt?

Not right away. I'm going to Friedingen.

Where did you go?

I'd like to come with you.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Do you believe me?

That I'm in the middle of Europe
screwing a Volkswagen 1200?

I believe you.

I thought I remembered you, Mr. Grey.

You still owe us for two nights
and the medicine.

Put it on my bill.

Same room as last? It's a single.

What medicine?

Salicin. Quite a lot.

For headaches.

When you were here last,
you turned on the stairs and said,

"My face is a city."

What did you mean by that? What city?

My face or your face?

What are you talking about?

My face or your face? What city?

What city?

Why did you write "Harry Grey"?

Is that your name?

Yes, why did you write "Harry Grey"?

This is the next step
in Osborne's method.

The tailing report tells me
that Harry Grey was here.

Maybe he's the one who chipped the sink.

I like this room. It's a nice room.

It's a room full of...

Headaches?

- What are you doing?
- Mapping out a route.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

I think you should have some.

I couldn't stay in Halberstadt.

It's always three o'clock in the morning.
Do you know what I mean?

I believe in joy.

You want me to say that again?
I believe in joy.

I want to show you something.

What is it you want to show me?

Kim's taking me for a ride.

Down the drain,
into the tunnel of love.

They're all right for screwing,
but you feel terrible afterwards.

Well...

You and your wife, what happened?

We got sanded over.

And you just left?

I remember a little tattoo, a blue star.

Where?

Above her right breast.

- Did you like it?
- No.

Maybe I did.

I remember... we were together.

People move on. You have to survive.

No. No.

We're having sex.

Kim's drug works. I feel fine.

But that isn't what you are after.

Let me get one thing clear.

You're trying to reconstruct
Harry Grey's headaches

by means of the side effects
of these pills.

I need something to work on.

Don't move.

I told you, lie still.

No.

I said I wouldn't be home right away.

Okay.
Now I want you to do something.

I want you to arrive on the bus.

I mean it.

At this point three years ago,

Harry Grey's mistress arrived
to accompany him on his journey.

But three years ago,
the buses were running, weren't they?

Are you sure this is a police work?

I'm sure that on the trip
covered in the tailing report

Harry Grey was planning the Lotto Murders,

even though it might appear
quite innocent to you.

Harry Grey.

I've waited half an hour for you.
The bus is late.

You're looking forward
to being with me again.

You've asked the driver
to drop you off at Friedingen.

You're in your summer clothes,
but it's still stifling.

The bus is crowded,
and the windows won't open.

Last time we were together,
we had a little quarrel,

but you're sure everything
will be okay now.

There's a dog somewhere on the bus.

Next stop, Friedingen.

- Aren't you glad to see me?
- You know I like to see you.

"You know I like to see you, Harry."

You know I like to see you, Harry.

Do you like me a little now?

Who is following you, Mr. Fisher?

You should try to sleep a little.

But I can't sleep.

It's all those pills. Try counting.

One, two...

three, four...

...five, six...

- Mr. Fisher, where are you?
- ...seven, eight...

- Europe. It must be.
- ...nine, ten...

...11, 12,

13, 14, 15...

Do you wish to continue?

I have to.

How do you picture Harry Grey?

How do you picture a man
who's killing little girls

and cutting them up with broken bottles?

...25, 26...

But it doesn't help.

...33, 34,

35, 36,

37, 38,

39, 40...

...41, 42, 43...

- I don't understand it.
- What?

What was Harry Grey doing
in Dritten Marsk?

I don't care.

One murder per month.
That means we're missing one.

Come on. We're going for a drive.

It sounds like you're on to something.

En route, Mr. Fisher. En route!

En route, you bastard.

Is the library open?

Don't you realize what time it is?

I want to see all the newspapers
from the last two months.

Books and bother killed my mother.

Books and bother killed my mother.

And my father too.

There's no mention in the papers
of a lotto murder in Dritten Marsk.

But what if the body had never been found?

Well, I've just found a grave...
foot and mouth.

It looks like I'll need
Kramer's men after all.

Damn it, HG, damn it.

Damn it, Fisher, damn it!

Okay, we're going in.

What the hell's going on here?

Let go!

Damn it! Damn it!

Damn it! Who's in charge
of this operation?

You feel good now, Fisher?

You don't give a fuck for anything I say.

I hope you choke yourself in this shit.

Who's in charge of this operation?

This is Kramer. I'm taking over.

I want this hole emptied and sifted,

every last bit.

You're trying to get one up, Fisher.

I've read my Osborne too.
Did you know that?

But I'm the one who knows what's what.

The girls on the square
were naughty and fair.

Mostly Marie, mostly Marie.

So you got yourself a China doll, Fisher.

You fuck 'em in the ass.

Harry Grey would never hide a body.

The dead lotto girl
was there, all right.

But Harry Grey doesn't kill
to hide a body.

The murder is for the sake of a pattern.

Someone else must have hidden her.

Do you believe in good and bad?

Can you make the bad good again?

"Do you believe in good and bad?"

Come, come, Mr. Fisher.
Did she really say that?

We're closing in on Harry.
I can feel it.

I want you to screw God into me.

I'm Kim, and you're Harry.

Your wife is in Cairo
with a little blue star on her breast.

I'll get God in there as fast as I can.

But he'll only stay until I get up.

I don't care
about Kramer anymore.

I'm proving that Osborne's method
still works.

It feels good.

Do you have to leave?

Harry hunts alone tonight.

What's the matter?

I got scared. I'm all right now.

Harry is going places.

You're drifting.

If I'm drifting,
so was Harry Grey at this point.

I'm only doing
what the tailing report tells me to.

It doesn't seem connected
to the story, Mr. Fisher.

He's out there somewhere. He'll show up.

First part, the body.
Second part, the soul.

You're drifting, Mr. Fisher.
Take care.

I'm so close to him.

He's right here... somewhere.

Harry me, marry me, bury me.

Bind me.

Okay, HG.

What are you doing, Mr. Fisher?

I honestly don't know anymore.

But you are overlooking
that someone made the third cross.

That's right.
The third cross I do not see.

Kim? Kim?

What sort of a house is this?

Can't you see somebody wants to scare you?

What happened?

Somebody was standing
behind the door when I came in.

I didn't see him.

This is not a game. You'll get killed.

I found how to close the system.

You are not Harry Grey.
You are Fisher.

"In the monarch Thought's
dominion it stood there."

"Never seraph spread a pinion
over fabric half so fair."

This is Halle.

If we take the harbor in Innenstadt
as the center,

take the first four murders
and duplicate them,

we get two points...

Dritten Marsk...

Halle.

We don't just have a geometrical figure,

but a letter.

If the system is going
to be closed like this,

he will commit his seventh
and last murder in Halle,

in 10 to 15 days.

Does that mean we can stop,
now you have found what you wanted?

But the motive. The mind.

Mad men don't have motives.

I need to know everything. It's my work.

It's not your work.
Why can't you leave him to Kramer?

Kramer and his men will get him in Halle.

That's the difference
between Kramer and me.

I cannot stop until I understand.
I owe it to Osborne.

You understand less and less.

I must do it according to the book.
I can't stop now.

You leave me behind, Harry.

I'm afraid you leave me
behind too, Harry.

I must go.

Kim?

Try a little salicin.

It's no good.

Who were you talking to?

What do you mean? Nobody.

The string, the string.

Tighter.

Tighter, tighter.

Why do you keep torturing yourself?

I have to. I believe in joy.

I believe in joy!

It is not your headache, Mr. Fisher.

Days go on and on with no change.

Hey, schmuck of ages,
the Sabbath's over.

My name's Harry Grey.

- Have I been here before?
- No.

Check the book.

Check the book.

Hello.

- You were here two months ago.
- Not me.

- Harry Grey.
- Three years ago.

Hello? Hello? Fraulein?

Fraulein?

- You had double room 5.
- I'll take that again.

- But we don't want any mess this time.
- What are you talking about?

Maybe I should say it to the missus.

You know, this might not be the Savoy,
but we do try to keep the rooms clean.

Okay?

I want to show you something.

Later.

Harry came to Halberstadt
and stayed with Kim die halbe Nacht.

If you could only see yourself.

I didn't know you would take it like that.

Look what I got made.

This is not the first time
you've stayed in this hotel, is it?

What do you mean?

What did Harry Grey feel about the blood
when you screwed?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Whore!

You're sick! Oh, no!

No! Oh!

Is that your friend out there?

Relax, for Christ's sake. Relax!

You're trying to drive me mad, scare me.
It's a plot.

- What is it you want to know?
- Everything.

Did you talk about the Lotto Murders
when you fucked?

Was he religious?
Did he take sugar in his coffee?

I have a child with Harry Grey.

The blood made me think.

It's something I should
have realized long ago.

By following the same route as HG,
I ran into the same girl.

Kim had been with Harry Grey.

I'm getting rid of the pills,

getting rid of Harry Grey for good.

It's not my headache.

I've made up my mind. I can't stay.

My Cairo jacket is too thin
for this climate.

It seems Europe will never let me rest.

Too tired right now
even to wonder what happened.

Discipline is a prerequisite.

Discipline is a prerequisite.

I would describe the development
as a growing hunger,

an insatiable appetite for the hunted.

The criminologist can afford no weakness.

He must remain untouched,
detached, clinical, objective.

To do otherwise would be
to misuse my method.

So that's all, Mr. Fisher?
That's your story?

Yes, that's all.

"Dear Mr. Fisher,"

we are contacting you
on the recommendation of Mr. Osborne.

Our granddaughter sells lotto.

Mr. Osborne was afraid
she might be contacted

"by a certain Mr. Grey here in Halle."

Got you, Sheriff.

So Cairo will have to wait.

He wanted to meet her alone tonight.

Of course we told the police straightaway.

We want to help.

We had a lot of respect
for Inspector Osborne.

Nothing can happen.
All the police will be there.

What's the plan?

Harry Grey is meeting
the lotto girl tonight.

I'll be there. Now I've got him.

Where are the other policemen?

We can manage.

The other police
will make a mess of things.

Have you heard of Kramer?

Kramer must not come.

I've got something to show you.

Push me.

We don't have very much time.

Yes, we do.

Is he here now?

I'm scared.

Are you ill?

Stop it! Can't anybody make them stop?

Stop it!

I don't give a fuck for the dive!

Fuckers! Shit!

Three, five, seven...

Fuck the dive! Stop it!

Motherfuckers! Make them shut up!

Four, nine, two!

Bastards!

This is Kramer. Don't jump!

Don't jump!

Well, if it isn't Fisher.

How are your theories doing, Fish?

I have something which might interest you.

Didn't you get my note about Osborne?

Messages can go around
that tube mail system for weeks.

He wrote to me, a confession.

The murder in the harbor
and one more here in Halle.

Do you know anything about that, Fish?

So I think I solved
your little mystery for you.

You know Osborne's methods.

He reconstructed that three-year-old
field trip of Harry Grey's.

Got a bit over-involved, you could say.

You know how these things
can happen, Fish, do you?

It's anarchy in these parts.
Not freedom, anarchy.

It confuses people.
They succumb, go under.

The Osbornes.

He couldn't quite cope
with the element of crime.

He loved systems, that Osborne.

When Harry Grey died,
Osborne brought his system to completion.

It took him over.

You believed his act.

I want to wake up now.

Are you there?

You can wake me up now.

Are you there?