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The 1000 Eyes of Dr. Mabuse

Screenplay: Fritz Lang
and Heinz Oskar Wuttig

Based on an idea by Jan Fethge

Cinematography: Karl L�b

Production Design: Erich
Kettelhut and Johannes Ott

Music: Gerhard Becker

"Schau ich zum
Himmelszelt" composed by Werner M�ller

Assistant Director:
Walter Wischniewsky

Film Editors: Walter
and Waltraut Wischniewsky

Sound: Eduard Kessel

Sound Recording Directors: Richard
Oehlers, Joseph Thuis

Costumes: Ina Stein

Made at: CCC-Studios Berlin

World Distribution: Omnia

Executive Producer: Alfred Bittins

Directed by Fritz Lang

Homicide Emergency Squad

Homicide squad, Neuber speaking.

"Criminal Psychology" For
you, boss. Mr. Cornelius.

Oh, my gosh!

The clairvoyant
character. Get rid of him.

Think about it. He helped us
solve that prostitute murder case.

Inspector Kras.

This is Cornelius.

You may still be in time to prevent
something terrible from happening.

I had a vision.

And?

Two cars right next to each
other in the middle of traffic.

A street sign: "Hansaring."

I don't know the people
involved, I don't know the circumstances...

but I sense an impending disaster.

A crime.

Murder!

"Television Station" Where
on earth is Barter?

The broadcast begins in 30 seconds.

He should be here any minute. He
called about 15 minutes ago, all excited.

- He has some big scoop.
- Broadcast time is still the same.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Silence in the studio!

In two seconds.

Ladies and gentlemen...

unfortunately we must
cancel our news report.

We just received the horrible
news that our reporter Peter Barter...

died on his way to the
studio behind the wheel of his car...

presumably of heart failure.

Doctor!

Mission accomplished.

Good. Change the
license plate on the car.

Remove the transmitter.

Have the car painted
immediately and disposed of in Holland.

Have you ever seen the doctor?

What concern is that of yours? Aren't
you satisfied with your salary?

I'm just asking.

I'd like to know what he looks like.

Then you might as well
order a coffin for yourself.

Do you remember the American?

He too wanted to speak
to the doctor in person.

They found him a few hours later.

His throat had been cut.

But I really want to know
what the doctor looks like.

That I don't know.

Don't expect me to explain clairvoyance
to you, Inspector.

Magic powers defy rational thought.

I feel the disaster looming. I
see it as if in horrible daydreams.

I myself suffer terribly from
it, for I can't stop it...

because, like a dark cloud, some
hostile force of black magic...

obscures my view at
the decisive moment.

Thus leaving a little bit
of work for the police.

By the way, did you know
the reporter, this Barter?

About a year ago,
shortly after I settled here...

he visited me once or twice.

He was always looking
for the sensational...

and he was a skeptic, like you.

That's a professional
proclivity, my dear Cornelius.

Unfortunately, a policeman can't
afford to mess around with magical powers...

and I rarely have
anything to do with dark clouds.

If, like me, you had
grown up in Ireland...

where people still believe in
the elementary powers of nature...

you might think differently.

But perhaps the blind see
more than those who have sight.

Possibly, but in the Barter
case this vision has failed you.

Maybe you were also
thrown off by your dark cloud.

This was no murder,
my dear Cornelius.

It was a simple heart attack.

For you, Inspector.

Take it to the lab right
away! I'll be back in an hour.

You were right.

The autopsy revealed that
Barter didn't die of a heart attack...

but of a steel needle in his brain.

Material: the finest iridium steel.

Length: 38.4 millimeters.

The steel needle smoothly
penetrated the victim's skull bone...

and entered the brain without
leaving any visible trace on the outside.

We're not going to find
anything here either.

"To my dearest Peter,
with much love...

on the occasion of our
first Christmas together.

Corinna."

His girlfriend.

Poor guy.

"TV Journal
- Peter Barter"

Not a shred of paper left.

They even took the blotter.

- The audiotapes were also taken.
- Of course.

They were searching for
evidence of Barter's sensational scoop.

And if there was anything
here, I'm sure they found it.

You won't find any
fingerprints. These were no beginners.

All we have is a small,
deadly steel needle.

An incredible weapon, gentlemen.

An air gun that shoots
steel needles absolutely silently.

It's a new infantry weapon...

tested at Fort Benning
in the United States.

But here's something strange:

Before the weapon could go
into full-scale production...

the blueprints disappeared.

They were stolen.

U.S. military intelligence
found the thief,

a U.S. soldier in Germany,

in a deserted bunker
with his throat cut.

He had been gruesomely
mutilated and apparently tortured.

The blueprints were, of
course, nowhere to be found.

- When did this happen?
- About a year ago.

There's no doubt that it was this steel
needle gun that caused Barter's death.

I don't know.

This Barter murder case reminds me
of something that happened long ago.

Gentlemen...

does the name Dr. Mabuse
mean anything to you?

- Never heard of him.
- No.

A criminal genius.

He wanted to shock the
world with terrorist acts...

undermining governments...

and establishing a
fantastic reign of crime.

He ended up in an insane asylum, where
he wrote a kind of last will...

instructions for the
crimes he was planning.

In 1932 he died, insane.

But if you talk to
old-time criminals...

they all say that
Dr. Mabuse isn't dead.

He can't die.

Cock-and-bull
stories!

How could you even think of
this... What was the name again?

Dr. Mabuse.

In those days, I was a young
assistant on the homicide squad...

and we had a similar case there.

A man was shot behind the wheel
of his car from another vehicle.

The Barter case strikes me as an
exact copy of Dr. Mabuse's methods.

You said he was no longer alive.

Well...

I have seen his dead
body with my own eyes, but...

Why haven't we heard
anything about this case?

The case never made
criminal history...

because Hitler appeared on the
scene, and the whole Nazi nightmare.

But there must be files
on the Mabuse case.

This is number eight.

Switch it on.

Decoding is active. Write it down.

This is Dr. Mabuse speaking.

Four days ago...

the American Henry W.
Taylor arrived in town.

The British foreign
office just agreed.

Good.

- Gentlemen?
- We accept.

Just a question of principle:

When you take over the entire
stock holdings of Taran Nuclear Works...

is this happening under the
auspices of the United States...

or are you signing
as a private citizen?

In practice, it's irrelevant.

When I evaluate the
secret models of your rockets...

on my U.S. testing grounds...

I will be under government
supervision anyway.

And how do you envision
the financial transaction?

As soon as my lawyers
have examined the contract...

you will receive the
full amount by check.

The name Taylor is an alias.

Departments B and C are to
follow Taylor's each and every step...

and give a detailed
report every 12 hours.

Taylor is staying
in a luxury suite...

on the 14th floor of the Luxor Hotel.

A radio message from Inspector Kras.

"Before he was murdered
on his way to the TV studio...

the reporter Peter Barter
had been at the Luxor Hotel...

according to a statement by
the vehicle maintenance man."

Please call a short staff
meeting for 20 minutes from now.

In the meantime, I will
notify the president of Interpol.

We have been struggling
for a while...

with a series of
strange, unsolved crimes.

It all began two years ago.

On May 15, 1958...

a passenger airplane crashed
at the Dutch airport of Schiphol...

following an act of sabotage.

The perpetrators are still unknown.

Among the dead was the
French bank president Luchard.

His death caused a significant
drop on the Paris stock exchange.

During his trip to Germany...

Luchard had stayed
at the Luxor Hotel.

On November 2, 1958...

Mr. Delano, an attorney for
the steel corporation PCA...

was murdered in a sleeping car on
a train traveling from Oslo to Paris.

Two weeks before the murder...

Mr. Delano spent three evenings
in the casino of the Luxor Hotel.

On May 12, 1959...

the Algerian-born arms dealer
Hussein fell victim to a bomb blast...

in his car shortly after
crossing the Belgian border.

Previously, Hussein had once
met with a well-known call girl...

at the Luxor Hotel.

And the list goes on.

Serious capital offenses,
murder, stock fraud, kidnapping.

Each case is different,
and each remains unsolved.

But they all have
one thing in common.

The victims in all these cases were at
some point guests at the Luxor Hotel.

That's why we have set up one
of our best special agents there.

His identity is known only...

to the chief of the Federal
Crime Bureau and myself...

to avoid any kind of leak
to subordinate organizations.

He has been staying at
the Luxor for some time now.

His sole mission is to find out
what's going on at the Luxor Hotel.

I can't watch this!

The firefighters should be
spreading out their sheet by now!

She's about to jump!

Come back inside!

Madam, please don't cause any
trouble. We don't want a scandal.

Should you have financial
difficulties, the hotel will help, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen, you can't
possibly enter here. Please be reasonable.

- After all, a human life is at stake.
- Our jobs are on the line!

Don't give us a hard
time. We need pictures.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

- Is it someone from the 14th floor?
- What's her name?

- I'm sorry.
- Menil is her name.

Marion Menil.

She is staying here at the hotel. I
was going to insure her only yesterday.

Sometimes you get lucky, huh?

Don't be alarmed.

Why would you want to
do something so futile...

from which there is no return?

You are young and your
whole life lies ahead of you.

It might just be wonderful.

Think it over.

You might not die right away.

You may suffer horrible
pain before it's all over.

Or you might survive, as
a cripple. Think about it.

I'm scared. So very scared.

Give me your hand.

Trust me. I'll hold on to you.

- She moved!
- He took her hand.

Thank God! I wouldn't
have enjoyed my dinner.

Drink this. It'll do you good.

This is the hotel
manager. Open the door.

- Please don't let anybody in.
- No, no.

Open the door! This is the police!

Please!

Perhaps you should go in the other
room. I'll talk to these people.

Come in, gentlemen
- just the two of you.

No, no, please.
Don't push, gentlemen.

- We want to see the woman.
- We've got a right to see her.

Please, don't cause trouble. Mr.
Taylor is a guest from the United States.

What did he say? What's his name?

Nonsense! Wait, it's...

Of course. I've seen him in the
newspapers. He did look familiar.

Get to the office right away so
your picture makes the evening edition.

In the meantime, I'm going
to file my report by phone.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Who do you think
the noble rescuer is?

Mistelzweig. Hieronymus
B. Mistelzweig.

The "B" stands for "belly."

General insurance: life,
accident, baggage loss, health...

fire, hail, theft, and burglary.

Only lovesickness and a
chronic shortage of cash are excluded.

Well, if you insure
that guy, you can retire.

Why? Is he that well-off?

Billions. Mr. Travers is one of
the richest men from overseas.

And a bachelor.

Mrs. Menil is apparently wealthy.

She owns fabulous jewelry
and expensive furs.

She flew here from
Paris five days ago.

But our house detective
may know more about her.

- Then please ask him to come here.
- With pleasure.

Are you sure the woman won't
do anything else foolish?

My secretary is with her.

Gentlemen, please visit the
bar, on the house, of course.

I promise I'll give you all
the information you need later.

Mrs. Menil has lived very
quietly in this establishment.

She most certainly does
not belong to the demimonde.

I suspect the whole thing
has to do with a telegram...

that she received
about three hours ago.

- Do you know what it said?
- No...

but according to the receptionist...

Mrs. Menil grew visibly
nervous while reading the telegram...

and she retired to
her room immediately.

Then I will question her personally.

Above all, I must insist that
the lady leave the hotel at once.

- And I must insist...
- This won't work, gentlemen.

You can't save a person
from committing suicide...

only to leave her to her own devices.

Give her time to get over this shock.

Who will guarantee she
won't attempt suicide again?

I believe I can accept
that responsibility.

Perhaps Mr... What
was the name again?

Berg.

- Mr. Berg can keep an eye on her.
- Of course.

The gentlemen are all gone.

For the moment, no one
is going to bother you.

If I can help you in any way...

No one can help me.

Why didn't you let me...

Everything would have been over now.

Death is such a finite thing.

People often think they
are facing a catastrophe...

and despair descends
like a dark cloud.

In every situation
there is a way out.

Not for me.

Do you have financial worries?

Romantic troubles?

You trusted me when you were
standing out there on the ledge.

I should probably be grateful to you.

But I'm not.

Do you have any family I can notify?

I don't want to see anyone.

I want to go to my room.

I don't want you to be alone now.

Yes, I understand.

Then please notify
my doctor, Dr. Jordan.

- Where is he? In the lobby?
- No, in the other room.

Forgive me. I was told that
Mrs. Menil was in your suite.

Sister Agnes heard a radio broadcast
at my clinic about this terrible incident.

Mrs. Menil is my
patient. May I see her?

I was just about to send for you.

Marion!

How could you do such a thing? You've
got to pull yourself together.

I'm going to take you to your
room and give you a little shot...

and then you'll have a nice sleep.

I'll leave you in Sister
Agnes's care overnight.

She's a familiar face, right?

Please don't think
I'm ungrateful, but...

I think complete rest
is the best remedy now.

If you don't mind, I will
take the lady to her room now.

Professor, is Mrs. Menil
permanently in your care?

No, absolutely not.

But she had a nervous
breakdown once before, about a year ago.

She was a patient at my
clinic for almost two months.

And she's got no
husband, no boyfriend?

As a doctor, I can't make
statements about Mrs. Menil's private life.

Certainly. But I am of course
interested in this woman's situation now.

She is a very lonely
person, very guarded.

It's not easy to win her trust.

You...

You must exert a
strong influence on her.

I mean, on her subconscious...

in that you succeeded
in saving her from suicide.

I'm somewhat surprised...

but very happy about it.

Good-bye now.

"Multimillionaire
Thwarts Suicide at Luxor Hotel"

Not exactly a pleasant
advertisement for our hotel.

- Good evening, Inspector. The usual?
- Yes, the usual.

A lot of action around here.

Are your rates so high that your
guests must jump out the window?

It may be a joke to you, Inspector,
but unfortunately the joke is on me...

as if I were
everybody's baby-sitter.

These disgusting reporters.
May they go to hell.

Yes, these reporters
with their scribbling...

To think what my friend Barter
would have done with a thing like this.

Oh, well. Since his death I
haven't been watching TV anymore.

Was he the one who died
of a heart attack in his car?

Yes. A great guy,
Inspector. Generous in every way.

- Mr. Berg?
- Yes.

Mr. Travers' secretary would
like to speak to you on the phone.

Excuse me for a moment, please.

Did you know this Barter well?

He always asked me for
tips on special guests.

Especially the female ones, I bet.

You will laugh, Inspector, but I had
pointed out Mrs. Menil to Mr. Barter.

Actually, it was the day she arrived.

She sat over there, while
Barter drank his whiskey over there.

Things must have worked out...

because a little later
they went upstairs together.

Interesting.

Would you kindly let Mrs.
Menil know that I'd like to see her?

I'm afraid that's impossible.
She just took a sleeping pill.

- Is she asleep yet?
- No, but...

- Then I'd like to see her.
- Can't it wait until tomorrow?

Unfortunately, it can't.

My name is Kras.

Inspector Kras.

A man by the name of Inspector
Kras insists he must see you.

Is this necessary? Why
do people torture me so?

Please...

but take the lady's
health into consideration.

Please forgive the late visit, but
I'm afraid it's quite urgent.

Please make it quick. I feel faint.

Do you remember a man
by the name of Barter?

Barter? No.

A TV reporter.

This is the first time
I've heard his name.

Perhaps this will
refresh your memory.

Oh, that guy! Yes, I know him.

He introduced himself
downstairs in the bar.

I hadn't quite caught his
name. He wanted an interview.

I refused. After all,
I'm not some movie star.

He was awfully pushy.

And yet you brought him
upstairs to your room.

I didn't want to make
a scene in the bar.

I brought him here
upstairs, but he got quite aggressive.

It got so bad that I had to
ask him to stop bothering me.

He's not going to bother you anymore.

Shortly after visiting
you, Mr. Barter...

died.

But that's awful!

And when a person wants
to die, they won't let her!

"Return immediately or you must
bear the consequences of your actions.

I have proof of your guilt."

Mrs. Menil, three hours after
receiving this telegram from Paris...

you attempted suicide.

How did you get that telegram?

My personal life is
nobody's business.

When the police are interested in
something, there is no personal life.

Why are you torturing me like this?

Leave me alone!

That's enough. Can't you see?

But I must talk to
you again about Barter.

I received a very strange phone call.

For the time being,
please don't leave town.

Good night.

"H. B. Mistelzweig Insurance"

Tough times, tough business.

Mars has entered the house
of death of too many people.

- Who has entered what?
- Mars is in the house of death.

As a modern businessman, I work
solely on the basis of astrology.

There is no point in insuring people
if you know that they won't live long.

Imagine if I had insured
your friend Barter.

He looked as chipper as life itself.

He would have just paid his
first premium, and then... wham!

A heart attack! What an
awful loss that would have been.

No, no. One must look at the
stars of these insurance candidates.

- Very interesting.
- What do you mean?

- Did you have Barter's horoscope?
- This is Inspector Kras.

Please, allow me:
Hieronymus B. Mistelzweig.

"B" stands for "belly."

General insurance: Life,
accident, baggage loss...

health, fire, hail, theft, burglary.

Only lovesickness and a
chronic shortage of cash are excluded.

Impressive. What
companies do you work for?

Lloyd's of London,
Assurance la Paix Paris...

Seguros de Madrid, Kontor
Hamburg National and Overseas.

Mistelzweig has
worldwide connections.

A lucrative business, isn't it?

One doesn't talk about
that. One gets by.

Allow me, gentlemen. Another round.

A little schnapps with your
beer can't hurt, Inspector.

Besides, it's all tax-deductible.

Karl, one more.

The hotel engineer is,
of course, included.

I'm sorry, Mr.
Mistelzweig. Perhaps later, though.

The freezer for the
kitchen downstairs is on the blink.

Most likely it's a short. Do you
have the key to the machine room?

No, but there must
be a spare downstairs.

I can't find it. Please come with me.

Go ahead and pour my
drink. I'll be right back.

Do you have an office
here at the hotel?

My office? No, no.

My office is here... in my head.

I do my business at the Luxor...

but I wouldn't take a permanent
office here if they gave it to me for free.

What don't you like about the hotel?

Just between you and me: It's
not under a lucky star...

like anything the Nazis
started near the end of the war.

What does that have
to do with the Luxor?

People aren't the only ones influenced
by the constellations upon their birth.

- A building is too.
- Come on now!

- A building isn't born!
- Oh, yes, it is, Inspector.

The placement of its
cornerstone is its birth hour...

and the cornerstone for the
Luxor was laid by the Nazis in May '44...

when they still believed
in final victory.

The bigwigs in the SS
wanted to build a few grand hotels...

for politicians and diplomats...

all in one huge cluster, so
they could spy on everybody.

No, the Luxor has a negative aura.

But your business is
thriving here nevertheless.

Well, in a hotel like this there are
always people with a lot of money.

There's jewelry or baggage to
insure, or travel insurance to write.

My wife has always
wanted me to buy life insurance.

It all depends on
the stars, Inspector.

It's all in the stars.

Considering your profession...

you could be dead tomorrow, right?

I mean, since you're
always in dangerous situations.

Criminals never sleep, do they?

But perhaps we could
work something out.

Call me at the office in the morning.

It's pretty quiet there these days.

I'd also like to
talk about Mr. Barter.

He wanted insurance too.

I received a very strange phone call.

To your health, Mr. Mistelzweig.

Cheers, Inspector.

- It was nice to meet you.
- The pleasure was all mine.

I'll be sure to call you.

No harm done...

but if you could take me to the
other side, I'd appreciate that very much.

May I give you a lift somewhere?

That's very kind of you.

If you can find room
for my dog too...

Of course.

In Ireland we also have
this cold, wet weather.

I can feel it on my
skin like damp wool.

I don't know.

Careful! Don't take the turn so fast!

Danger!

Damn! That was close.

- Thanks for the warning.
- How did you know that?

Sometimes I can see things coming.

You don't believe me.

This morning at the hotel...

you dropped a glass
while brushing your teeth.

In picking up the shards, you cut
the middle finger of your right hand.

But that's...

No one was there to
see it when it happened.

This morning, around 11:00...

you signed a check drawn
on an English bank...

but the business transaction
you're planning will not materialize.

The part about the check is true
too, but how do you know the rest?

I told you before:
Sometimes I can see things coming.

If you can predict future events...

how come you didn't see that
we would almost run you over?

The hour of my death
has not yet come.

- Who are you?
- My name is Cornelius.

Good evening...

Inspector.

Why did you turn on the light?

So that you may see
better, Inspector.

I could have been a burglar.

No, my dog growled and barked.

This means that there's
someone in the room whom he knows.

He would have behaved
differently with a stranger.

And then...

I also smelled your pipe tobacco.

The odor clings to your clothing.

Then I knew it was you
waiting for me in the dark.

The blind have keener
senses than people who see.

But how did you get in? My
attendant has the night off.

I was so bold as to let
myself in, Mr. Cornelius.

Please accept my
apologies, but I must talk to you.

There's a new twist
in the Barter case.

Did they find something in his car?

No.

In his head.

A small, unfriendly thing

Let me be frank, Mr. Cornelius.

I'm not making much
progress in this matter.

You know I'm a skeptic...

but when you're stuck,
beggars can't be choosers.

If you concentrate on this object...

what do you see...

that might help me?

A man.

His face is a blur.

Now, nothing!

The cloud again. The dark cloud.

It covers everything.
It's stronger than I am.

It threatens me
personally. I can feel it.

That's why I would
be grateful to you...

if you kept me informed
about the Barter case.

We have maintained
absolute silence with the press...

regarding the fact that
Barter met a violent death.

Nevertheless, this afternoon I
received a very strange phone call.

A man was willing...

in exchange for immunity
from prosecution and a reward...

to give me information
about this steel needle.

We immediately determined the
call originated from a public phone.

But the guy was much too smart.

When the patrol car
arrived, he was long gone.

But before he hung up, he
said I should think about it.

He would call me again tomorrow.

What are we doing here?

The bunker where they
found the American.

You know, the American!

- And why are we here?
- To make a phone call.

- You're so fond of making phone calls.
- Me? What do you mean?

You know. I warned you.

- The doctor doesn't like it.
- What doesn't he like?

- That you make phone calls.
- But I didn't...

I didn't!

- Good morning, Inspector.
- Morning.

It got pretty late
last night. Any news?

Nothing at all. Everything was quiet.

The telephone didn't
work, but it's been fixed.

- A man from the phone company...
- Don't pick up!

I'd be willing to purchase it.

Would you accept 45,000 marks?

- But it's worth much more!
- Let's say 50,000.

- All right.
- Would you like a check or cash?

Cash. I may need to leave today,
and the banks are already closed.

Nexit.

You were lucky, Inspector.

If it weren't for that
cabinet, you'd be dead as a rat now.

It would serve me right.

His wife is expecting
their first child.

You slowly get used to the fact that
people bite the dust in our profession.

It's all business as usual.

And it's my fault.

Your fault? Why?

Yesterday I set out
three pieces of bait...

but the response came
faster than I expected.

But from whom?

The psychic?

The insurance agent?

Or the woman?

Why aren't you honest with me?

I don't know what you mean.

You sold this piece of jewelry today.

- You had me followed?
- I feel responsible for you.

You booked flights today
with four different airlines...

for four consecutive dates...

to four different cities...

under four different names...

none of them your real one.

- Why?
- Please, don't ask!

What is threatening you, Marion?

What were you so afraid of
that you wanted to end your life?

Please don't ask.
Please, please, don't ask!

I don't want to cause you pain,
Marion, but why don't you let me help you?

I don't want to owe anybody anything.

- I won't accept any money from you.
- Then at least take this back.

I know what it means to a
woman to give up her jewelry.

Then I have no other
choice but to keep it.

Perhaps chance will
unite us once again.

In the meantime, this
piece will remind me of you.

My plane is leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow, already?

Will you do me a big
favor before we part?

If I can, gladly, of course.

Then spend our last evening with me.

You must distract yourself to
regain your zest for life.

You need to get out
and see happy people.

You need to hear laughter and music.

To the next lucky
coincidence that will bring us together.

Everyday worries and concerns
must be checked in with your coat.

All right. To the
next lucky coincidence.

Terrific music, isn't
it? It gets in your blood.

I'm a Scorpio. They
burn with passion.

What are you, madam? A Libra?

No, I'm a Sagittarius.

Straight to the heart!

- Would you like to dance?
- Oh, yes!

Do you like to dance?

I used to love to
dance, a long time ago.

You know, I believe you are
a cheerful person by nature.

I used to be very happy and cheerful.

- I loved to laugh.
- Why don't you try it again?

See? Much better.
Come and dance with me.

Wasn't I right to drag you out
of your end-of-the-world mood?

Yes, perhaps.

You dance beautifully.

See? You are a different person now.

Marion, come to Paris
with me tomorrow.

To Paris? I can't go to Paris.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a prude.

I would love to do it.

But I can't leave now.

Why not?

I'm not free.

I'm married.

Do you love your husband?

I hate him.

When the lady who just
stepped out returns...

please tell her I'll be right back.

He carries a gun in
a shoulder holster.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

I'm all black and blue
from pressing against it.

Have you never considered divorce?

Yes, often, but my husband
will never let me go.

Money can overcome many obstacles.

Not in my case.

Money can't help me.

But let's not talk about me.

Tell me about yourself,
about your life.

It's not very
interesting. Business, conferences.

- And women?
- Yes.

But only in passing.

You know, when someone lives
for his work as much as I do...

board meetings, staff
meetings, business meetings...

I practically live in
planes and conference halls.

There's only room
for brief pleasures...

and not much more.

- That's very sad.
- One can't have everything.

Mr. Travers? Excuse me.
We just received this.

- What about the check?
- The lawyers still have it.

- Cancel it right away.
- Yes, sir.

You see? You can't relax either.

A few minutes ago,
when we were dancing...

I believed that I could
run away from myself.

But I can't. No one can.

We've all got to follow our path.

No, I would only bring you bad luck.

If only all this had
happened three years ago, fine.

But now it's only self-deception.

I'm sorry to spoil this
lovely evening for you.

Please forgive me and forget
me. It's better that way.

Do you really want me to forget you?

Yes.

"Radio London announces
nuclear power plant...

run by the Taran Plutonium
Corporation was blown up today.

Plant completely destroyed
by fire. Many casualties.

Population within 10-mile
radius evacuated for safety reasons."

The catastrophe itself
I did not foresee.

I only felt there was a dark
shadow hovering over your plans.

First, the broken
glass in the bathroom...

then the truck we
nearly collided with...

and now this Taran
Corporation matter.

What's the rational
explanation for all this?

Fate allowed me to cross your path.

Perhaps I'm to protect
you from future harm.

The explosion in the Taran
plant is hardly harmful to me.

A business transaction
that didn't materialize.

That's all.

I mean your personal life.

Although I'm blind, light
that's too bright is bothersome.

It scatters your thoughts.

You must now focus on me.

You should go away. Leave this town.

Something has crossed your path...

and a dark cloud hangs over you.

I see a figure.

It's very blurred.

An animal.

And a woman?

Perhaps.

I can't quite penetrate the darkness.

But one thing I do see.

You saved a life...

and it is precisely this life
that threatens you with danger...

and death.

She can't just be making up the
fact she reserved four airplane tickets...

even if she did it under false names.

I don't get it.

Take a note: Interpol inquiry.

Does this insurance agent
Mistelzweig really work for Lloyd's of London...

and Assurance la Paix Paris
and all the other companies?

Inspector, Mrs. Menil just
canceled all four flight reservations.

Interesting.

She goes out with the American...

and the next morning
she cancels her flights.

Yet she didn't look too
happy when she went upstairs.

Interesting.

I have something else for you.

Get hold of this Cornelius character's
latest tax return. Be discreet about it.

Hello, Mr. Cornelius? This is Kras.

No. No news, really.

Did the man who wanted to give you the
confidential information call you?

He couldn't call me, Mr. Cornelius.

You see, my phone exploded yesterday.

A little assassination
attempt against me.

A man from the phone company supposedly
repaired it earlier.

What did the man look like? Can
you please describe him for me?

The only person who
could do that is my assistant...

but, unfortunately, he's dead.

Why didn't you warn
me before it happened?

What is that supposed to mean?

Are you saying you wanted me to
predict your death? You're alive!

- But in the Barter case you did!
- Well, he's truly dead.

Inspector, I sense your
mistrust. You are skeptical.

That's why I would
like to convince you.

Please attend a telepathic
s�ance at my house tonight.

Choose for yourself the
people you want to witness it.

Bring whomever you wish.

Do you really believe in this humbug?

Michael, you know I'm a
skeptical man. Always have been.

Now, for the first time in my life...

I wish I were able
to believe in someone.

The psychic or the woman?

You should know me better, Michael.

I do what I think is right.

No psychic can change that.

- So you are staying here?
- Yes. You fly to London alone today.

Get information on all the
repercussions of the catastrophe...

especially whether the secret
plans for the rockets were saved.

And something else,
Michael. This you can do right away.

Pick out fifty roses in the
flower shop downstairs...

and have them sent to
Mrs. Menil, with this note.

Certainly.

Excuse me, Mr. Travers.

May I perhaps have a
word with you in private?

What is this about?

It's about Mrs. Menil.

It's not my custom to intrude in
the private affairs of our guests...

but I know you are interested in
anything that concerns Mrs. Menil.

Our access to her for
surveillance purposes...

is unfortunately very restricted.

She spends most of
the day in her suite.

She speaks on the phone a
great deal and receives visitors too.

But I may be able to
reveal something...

of great interest to you.

How much do you want?

That's entirely up to you, of course.

But it must be absolutely
confidential. I could lose my job.

Well, then?

Forgive me, but it's
something that I can only show you...

if I may trouble you to come with me.

It won't take long.

It's right here.

This suite is adjacent to the
rooms occupied by Mrs. Menil.

This room was once
occupied by a very jealous husband...

whose wife was staying
right next door.

He was never sure whether
she was faithful to him or not...

so I helped him out
with this little setup.

One fine day, he
caught her in the act.

Here you can see and hear
everything, but from the other side, you can't.

I'm going to turn on the loudspeaker.

Unbelievable, no? On the other
side, it's just a normal mirror.

Please help me get dressed.

Please see who it is.

These roses are for the lady.

Beautiful roses.

I'll get a vase right away.

Well, did I promise
too much, Mr. Travers?

Turn it off! It's despicable to
eavesdrop on people like that.

Turn it off!

Don't worry, Mr. Berg. I
will pay you for this secret.

So that no one else may misuse
it, reserve this suite for me.

Tell the receptionist that it's for
some business partners I'm expecting.

Of course, Mr. Travers.

Yes?

May I remind you that we
still have an appointment?

I would like you to attend
a telepathic s�ance with me.

Yes, ma'am.

With a psychic, at 8:30 p.m.

I would very much
appreciate seeing you there.

Hello, Inspector. Is this
a bad time? Shall I...

Don't leave the hotel.
I'll call you later.

Is this place all right? It
looks so... so dilapidated.

You were right the other
day, Mr. Mistelzweig.

Someone planned to
dispatch me to heaven.

- Maybe I should...
- No, no, no.

You couldn't have come at
a better time. Have a seat.

You are interested in
astrology and such, aren't you?

Yes, as a business
principle. You know...

- Is this your wife?
- Yes, yes.

Would you like to attend an
interesting s�ance with a psychic?

I'm flattered! When?

Tonight at 8:30.

Perhaps we can talk business
too. I'll bring my wife.

May I introduce my
wife? Mr. Cornelius.

Very pleased to meet you, madam.

This is my assistant, Mr.
Kaiser, and Mr. Mistelzweig.

Hieronymus B. Mistelzweig.
The "B" stands for "belly."

He's very much interested in
the occult, especially astrology.

Only in a very amateurish
way. I'm an absolute dilettante.

But, in fact, today the sun
is in conjunction with Neptune.

That means water, so
we're due for a thunderstorm.

I should have brought
an umbrella, right?

That's a splendid
animal you've got there.

Come on, doggie. Uncle
has got something for you.

Quiet, Ferro. Be quiet.

He's not interested. He won't
take anything from a stranger.

This is Mr. Cornelius, my wife...

Mr. Kaiser, and you
already know Mr. Mistelzweig.

- I hope I'm not late.
- Not at all, madam.

Please, let's all take a
seat. It's very informal.

Please...

concentrate on me now.

I'm having difficulty concentrating.

Something is interfering with me.

It's not the thunderstorm.

- Inspector.
- Yes?

Would you mind if we traded places?

Not at all.

- Excuse me!
- No problem.

I hope my cigars survived intact.

I suspected as much:

Saturn in the 11th house: a
small accident among friends.

Excuse me.

Let us begin.

Someone among us has come
here with the intent to deceive.

I see a woman's hand and a ring.

A ring that doesn't
belong on that hand.

A tragic fate tore from
this woman the man she loved.

A dark cloud hangs over the man.

The image is blurring.

A car, with the man at the wheel.

He is dead.

Peter Barter.

One person here saw
him before he died...

and one person here
will avenge his death.

It won't be an easy task.

The dark cloud is all-powerful.

It gathers and approaches...

ever closer!

No, it's not a cloud.

It's a face.

The face of a dead man.

No, he's alive.

Mabuse. Dr. Mabuse.

Now it's gone. The
dark cloud has returned.

Close, very close.

It is here! It is hanging over...

Kras!

Get away from the window!

Turn the lights off!

The shot came from either the
roof or the attic of that house.

Kaiser, maybe we can
still catch the guy!

I'm not staying here any longer.

Would you please take
me back to the hotel?

Please don't leave me here alone.

The danger has passed.

I regret this turn of events.

Perhaps some refreshments will
help you recover from the shock.

Mr. Cornelius...

I admire your psychic gift.

Really, it was fabulous! Amazing!

By the way, what was that
strange name you mentioned?

I don't remember. I have
no control in this state.

It doesn't really matter.

By the way, just between you and me,

does this Inspector Kras have
a chance of living much longer?

I'm not omniscient, Mr. Mistelzweig.

Well, he wants to buy
life insurance from me...

and I would appreciate certain tips.

I don't do business with
the lives of other people.

Of course not. Please forgive me.

It was just a thought.

By the way, did you
notice that the shot rang out...

just as your grandfather
clock struck for the first time.

- Is it accurate?
- I would assume it is.

No, the clock is
exactly one minute fast.

Here, you see?

Please forgive me. I forgot.

You are blind.

But don't you think that
this delay of one minute...

may have saved the inspector's life?

Well, Inspector? What did you find?

Nothing.

My assistant is still
looking for clues...

but the man is long gone, of course.

Cornelius, I haven't had
a chance to thank you.

But for your warning,
I would be dead now.

The bullet hit the chair
exactly in the spot...

where my head had been.

Strange.

This is the second assassination
attempt directed at me in the last 48 hours.

You are mistaken, Inspector.

Why is that?

You forget that I had been
sitting in that chair earlier.

This murder attempt
was directed at me.

I loved your roses so very much.

- How did you get...
- I felt so alone in my room.

Perhaps it's childish, but I'm
always so scared of thunderstorms.

I hope you don't mind
that I simply came by.

- Your door was open.
- Please, come in.

Am I really the reason
you extended your stay?

I wanted to ask you one more
thing before I dive back into my work.

Yes?

Do you prefer whiskey or cognac?

Whiskey, please. Straight up.

- Was that the question?
- No.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

And the question?

If you were available,
would you marry me?

I want to tell you
the truth now, Henry.

The whole truth.

In reality, my
marriage is sheer hell.

My husband has always been driven
by an almost pathological jealousy.

He has a physical disability.

It's just a problem with his
foot. It never bothered me.

But it seems to be the
main reason for his jealousy.

He is convinced that
I'm cheating on him.

Sometimes he would beat
me to extract a confession...

but there was nothing to confess.

That's grounds for divorce!

I have often suggested
separation to him. Very often.

He said he would rather
kill me than set me free.

Last year, I simply ran away.

I was a nervous wreck.

That's when I ended up
at Dr. Jordan's clinic.

An old friend of our family.

When I recovered somewhat, my
husband took me back home...

and the torture, threats and
abuse began all over again.

Ten days ago, I
completely lost control.

I didn't care about anything.

I obtained some poison
and intended to kill him...

but he found out and
nearly beat me to death.

I didn't know what to
do, so I ran away again.

Just to get away from him. That's
how I ended up at the Luxor.

But he tracked me down again.

He sent a telegram saying if
I didn't return immediately...

he would report me.

So that's the story behind it all.

I saw no other way
out but to kill myself.

So now you know the whole story.

Do you still want to marry me...

a woman who tried to
poison her husband?

Is Mrs. Menil there, Mr.
Travers? There's no answer in her room.

It's for you. Professor Jordan.

The professor?

Yes? This is Marion.

What? When?

Oh, my God! Ten minutes ago?

You'll stay at the clinic.

Yes, okay. Thank you.

What's going on?

My husband is on
his way to the hotel.

He'll be here any minute. He
mustn't find me in your room.

Stay here. You are safe with me.

I can't drag you into
this. You don't know Roberto.

Please let me go!

If I don't call you in half
an hour, come to my room.

- Is it still raining?
- I'll call a bellboy...

No, thanks. I'll take
care of it myself.

What is it? I've already gone to bed.

Open the door if you
don't want a scandal.

Come back tomorrow.

If you don't open up,
I'll kick in the door.

That's it, darling. Why resist?

I'm sorry if my sudden appearance...

rattles your tender nerves.

A woman who loves her husband
should welcome him more joyfully.

More tenderly.

What do you want from me?

I'm not sure yet myself.

We'll see.

It was quite stupid of
you to run away again...

and to believe I wouldn't find you.

Just as stupid as your
attempt to poison me.

You thought no one would
miss me if you succeeded.

Now, one word from me
and you'll land in jail.

But this time you won't
get off the hook so easily.

Beautiful roses.

From him, right?

Since your dramatic
suicide attempt...

you've been in all the newspapers...

you and your new lover.

You must be grateful to your savior.

That's best expressed...

with a few tender caresses, right?

You animal!

There!

Does this pain your little
heart? You love him, don't you?

Yes, I love him!

I love him as much as
I hate you. You hear me?

I don't regret for a
second that I wanted to kill you.

You're not human. You're a beast!

No so fast, my
sweetheart. Not so fast.

Let's see if the
gentleman from America...

will still want you in
bed with your face cut up.

Shoot him!

- How did you get in here?
- Through the mirror.

The detective... I'll
explain everything.

Do you think anyone
heard the shooting?

Wait.

- There's nobody outside.
- I'm going to call Dr.Jordan.

He must come right away. Perhaps
he can still save Roberto.

This is Marion, Professor.
Please come over right away.

Something terrible has happened.

Perhaps you can still
help him. Thank you.

He's on his way.

- Where is my cognac?
- Here. I didn't know if you'd be back.

An insurance agent always comes back.

It's raining cats and dogs.

You wouldn't kick a
dog out in this weather.

Dr. Jordan. Thank God you're here.

- I shot him.
- I must tell you, Professor...

Believe me, it was self-defense.

The knife is still lying
there on the ground.

He's dead.

I didn't mean to kill him!

Please help me, Professor.

You've got to help
me out of this mess!

Please, Marion, calm
down. Let me think.

Professor, I'm partially to blame...

I too am to blame, Mr. Travers.

I knew how dangerous this man was.

Perhaps if I had come right away...

The most important thing now is that
the police don't find out about this.

I had the ambulance park on a side
street, to avoid drawing attention.

If we could just get the
corpse out of the hotel...

A massive heart attack must be
treated in the hospital immediately.

Later, I could fill out the death
certificate to read "heart attack."

But how do we get
him out of the hotel?

The hotel detective will do anything
for money. Besides, he owes me one.

And now it's time to go
sleep in my empty bed.

Would you have an extra
raincoat? I forgot mine.

I have an old one over
there. I'll get it for you.

- Here. Will this do?
- Yes, thank you.

- I'll bring it back tomorrow.
- That's okay.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Mistelzweig.

It's just a minor
heart attack, madam.

Please don't be alarmed.

A few days of rest in my
clinic and he'll recover.

Initially he will need to
take it easy, of course.

Nothing upsetting. No business.

He'll need to put himself first now.

$5,000 in cash if
you help us, Mr. Berg.

We don't want any
commotion in the newspapers.

Naturally, Mr. Travers.

It's not in the
interest of the hotel...

to create a stir in
case of sudden illness.

How can we get Mr. Menil to
the ambulance without being seen?

That's easy. We use
the freight elevator.

And the broken mirror?

I'll have that fixed within the
hour. I'll wake up the maintenance man.

He lives in the hotel.
He's my closest friend.

No sirens, no flashing
lights. We don't want any attention.

I'll follow in the car.

I've known Professor
Jordan since I was a child.

I knew he would do anything for me.

But if we had said that
you fired the gun...

To think that I'm
hiding behind a woman...

I always took responsibility
for my actions.

If he hadn't been so quick,
I would have fired the shots.

But isn't this all beside the point?
You saved my life for the second time.

Even so.

Two hours ago, in this room...

you asked me whether I
would marry you if I were free.

And now I am free.

This worked out fine once
again, just as the doctor predicted.

Precisely.

No!

What? What is it?

Patrol car 8 has detected a fire...

on the top floor of
a bombed-out house.

There's a dead body
in one of the rooms.

You wake me up for that?

Franke is on night
duty now. Let me sleep.

What's that?

A secret transmitter?

Police files on Dr. Mabuse?

Strange place. No sign
on the door. Nothing.

When we saw the fire
from the street...

my partner said,
"No one lives there."

Then we found the body.

Shot in the chest,
apparently straight through the heart.

First they killed him, and then
they tried to burn the place down.

We pulled down the curtains
and doused the sofa with water.

We were able to stomp out the rest.

- Any ID? Any papers?
- Nothing.

Nice of you to make time for me...

so early in the
morning, Mr. Cornelius.

I was in the neighborhood
and thought I'd just drop by.

Isn't the little doggie here today?

A routine checkup at the
veterinarian. Nothing out of the ordinary.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Mistelzweig?

Well, I thought, "Maybe you can
do business with Mr. Cornelius."

With me? Business?

Don't worry. I don't
want to insure you.

I just want...

- Mind if I smoke?
- Please.

I know it's a bad
habit of mine, but...

Did I startle you?

I unseated you, so to
speak, in this charade.

You know, this blind-man
ploy is really great.

Yes, really.

When you take off the
sunglasses and stare into the distance...

Very attractive.

Really stylish.

And the contact lenses,
like in an American horror film.

Come now!

Don't do anything stupid.

The phone is going to ring soon.

A friend of mine.

I took the liberty of giving
him your phone number...

just as a precaution
so that nothing happens.

What do you want from me?

I want to go into
business with you. Fifty-fifty.

During the s�ance the day
before yesterday, I had this idea.

You know, people are so
scared when it comes to insurance.

If you, with your clairvoyance,
advise them to protect their families...

then they'll all come
running to me, you see?

That's him.

Yes, I'm still here.

No, not much longer.
A few more minutes.

I'll be in touch, yes.

No police, don't worry.

By the way, this Kras character...

Didn't you wonder why he
would drag me to your s�ance?

He wants to keep an eye on me.

I've done time. Five years.

Insurance fraud. I've
learned a lot since then.

And the two of us will come
out on top of that Kras guy, right?

Think it over,
Cornelius. Fifty-fifty.

The projectile that hit
the psychic's chair...

and the bullet in the corpse...

are of the same caliber and
have the same rifling marks.

They clearly come from the same gun.

Very interesting.

Thank you very much.

- Any word from Mistelzweig?
- No, he was asked to come at 11:00 p.m.

But Interpol's answer just came in.

Mistelzweig, Hieronymus Balthazar.

Insurance agent with
many years of experience.

Best references from Lloyd's
of London. No prior convictions.

I still don't like his mug.

The embodiment of promptness, right?

What happened to your right hand?

A small scuffle ending
in death, perhaps?

Inspector! A
peace-loving man like me?

- Have you ever been bitten by a dog?
- No.

Good for you. It hurts
terribly, let me tell you.

Last night I was going home
when a huge dog jumped at me...

and wouldn't let go.

And this should happen
to me, a real dog lover!

You left me a message,
Inspector. You wanted to talk to me.

Was it because of
the s�ance last night?

No.

But I want to show you something.

Well, that's life.

"Yesterday on a steed
abreast, today a bullet in the chest."

- How did you know that?
- What?

That the man was shot in the
heart. You couldn't see that.

Inspector, I was just
quoting an old song...

and right away you're
suspicious again.

Shot through the heart. Awful.

One moment a man is
running around alive and well...

and twelve hours later he's dead.

- Stone-dead. - So
you know him then.

That would be pushing it. I
saw him last night at the Luxor.

I noticed him because of his
clubfoot. He has one, doesn't he?

Just what I thought.

He went up to the third
floor where Mrs. Menil is staying.

By the way, it's strange. Did
you know that she checked out?

She's leaving with
the American today.

Let's say good-bye to the
professor and then we'll go.

What's the number?

4-2-5...

5-2-7.

Say...

last night when you called
him, you only dialed three digits.

- Three?
- Yes.

You must be mistaken. I've
known Jordan's number for years.

It's 425-527.

And there's something else.

How could the professor
get here so quickly last night...

just five minutes after your call...

and with an ambulance?

For God's sake, don't say anything
now. They can hear and see everything.

- Who can hear and see everything?
- Later, later!

We must leave this hotel as
soon as possible, or it's all over!

What are you talking
about? What are you afraid of?

There! Look!

And there are more over
there! And over there!

Everywhere in this hotel.

In the bar, in every
room, in the nightclub.

They can observe everything.

- We must leave immediately.
- But...

Please! Please believe me!

Listen, Henry. I lied to you.

I was lying the whole time!

But now you have to
believe me, just this once.

- Please! Before it's too late.
- Why?

For God's sake, don't ask
any more questions now.

Come on, before it's
too late. Come on!

Twelve...

eleven...

ten, nine.

I'd like to know if Mrs. Menil
is still staying at the hotel...

or if she and Mr.
Travers have already left.

They must still be here,
probably in Mr. Travers suite.

- I can call to check for you.
- Thanks, but no need. I'll go up.

- But tell me...
- Don't speak.

They can hear us here too. First
we have to get out of here.

You slut.

Go on!

No, no. You know this place.
You've been here often enough.

Mrs. Menil?

Let him search all he likes.

The woman will bleed to
death without a doctor.

Don't worry. The doctor
will be here shortly.

But if she's lucky, she'll
croak before he gets here.

Let's go.

We're in deep trouble,
thanks to this bitch.

She would have jumped
ship in America anyway.

She loves him. A
blind man could see it.

A blind man.

Do you realize we're the last ones...

to know about this control room?

Aside from him, of course. Doesn't
that make you a bit uneasy?

I don't know. I have
a strange feeling.

When that reporter
Barter surprised you...

as you were replacing the
defective camera in her room...

he was stone-dead within the hour.

Number 11
- dead.

Last night, when the
clubfoot had completed his mission...

and was no longer needed, gone.

And now that this thing with
the American has failed completely...

do you think we're
still useful to him?

Who built this whole
system for him? I did.

Who obtained the old Gestapo plans and
switched it all over to TV? I did.

He made millions with this thing.

- He won't just get rid of me.
- He's capable of anything.

From here he saw and
heard everything...

and could play the
role of the psychic.

Then he blackmailed his victims.

My suicide attempt...

The clubfoot and I...
It was all a sham.

There was nothing but
blanks in my revolver.

You didn't kill anyone.

But why? Why all this?

To create a bond between us.

In America, after our
wedding, they would have killed you.

I would have inherited everything, your
fortune, your industrial plants,

and then he would have come.

His desire for power knows no limits.

I had to do what he wanted...

but I would have told you
everything once we boarded the plane.

But now it's too late.

I love you.

I know you can't believe me anymore.

It's too late now. Too late.

They simply disappeared, Inspector.

Mr. Berg believes they must
have sneaked out of the hotel...

but neither the concierge
nor the two bellboys saw them.

Also, they haven't yet
settled their bill...

and some of Travers'
belongings are still in his room.

Don't call an alarm just
yet. I'll come over myself.

- What's new?
- The autopsy report.

The clubfoot that came in last
night. No internal bleeding.

When he was shot in the heart, he
had already been dead for a while.

The true cause of death was
a steel needle in his brain.

Open up.

Close the door behind me.
Send the elevator upstairs.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Travers...

that you found out about my plans.

You and I have both lost.

I lost a big game and
you lost your life.

Do you want to push your infamy...

to the point of letting
this woman bleed to death?

A painless death, Mr. Travers...

and faster than the death
she could have expected from me.

This woman brought both of us down:

You, because you
believed in her love...

and me, because I didn't believe...

this love could break
my hypnotic control.

Marion was hypnotized?

Do you think she could have pulled
off that little suicide farce otherwise...

without falling?

Do you believe, even if you
had indeed gained control...

of my enterprises through Marion...

you would have become the sole
owner of all my financial assets?

Who said anything about money?

Having gained control
of your nuclear plant...

I would have thrown
the world into chaos...

with the rockets from
your experimental plant.

The famous push of a button.

I would have done it.

- You are insane.
- Maybe.

But where's the line?

Insane.

That's what they said
about Dr. Mabuse...

who died 25 years ago and
whose name and plans I used.

His arrogant
contemporaries considered him a criminal.

But to me he was a genius...

who wanted to throw this
rotten world into a reign of chaos...

that could only be
controlled by the one man...

who knows how to
harness it for his own gain, me!

All your plans end with my death.

What can I offer you to at
least save the life of this woman?

Name your price.

I'm not speaking on my own
behalf. I know you can't let me live.

I admire your keen
intelligence, Mr. Travers.

- Then name your price.
- Police officers!

Act rationally, now that
your plans have fallen through.

You underestimate me, Mr. Travers.

A check signed by you
would be my undoing...

and that's what you're
hoping to achieve, isn't it?

Their things are still sitting here.

- Did you touch anything?
- Of course not.

Everything's empty next door.

They are searching for you
already, but they won't find you...

or at least not until it's too late
- for you.

I have no more time to chat with you.

Here...

just in case you want
to act logically...

to escape a slow
death from starvation.

By the way...

this room is soundproof.

- Wait here for further instructions.
- Yes, sir.

We must systematically
search the entire hotel...

from the basement to the top floor.

The exits are being
watched. Kaiser, you stay here.

The hotel is surrounded. Two
officers in front, a patrol car in back.

There's the main entrance and
the hallway, back there on the right.

Professor Jordan! Cornelius!

Go get him!

The blond man there is Dr. Mabuse!

Freeze!

Three men come with me. The rest
of you, don't let anyone through!

Get away from the wheel!

Cuff him!

It was about time.
He almost killed me.

- Goddamn it, who are you really?
- Interpol.

- But why?
- Later!

I know where Mrs. Menil
and the American are.

- Send them after the car!
- Get the patrol car!

A large gray sedan...

an American car...

GX 737.

Kras, homicide squad.
Start search immediately.

A large gray sedan,
American-made, license number GX 737.

Turn on the police radio.

All patrol cars and
road blocks are instructed...

to stop the suspect vehicle...

and arrest the passengers.

Exercise caution. The
suspects have machine guns.

I repeat: a large gray
sedan, license GX 737...

Change the license plate.

A large American car,
license plate unknown...

exceeding the posted speed limit...

has just left M�hlendamm
Street and is now heading south.

This is Kras. Close all
southbound roads, if it's not too late.

He most likely wants
to get on the freeway.

Then send a coded message
that Route 16 will be closed.

In case those guys are listening,
send a false, unencoded message...

saying that we expect them
to break through at Neustadt.

Send four motor cycles for backup.

- We'll meet at S�dstern.
- Understood.

And ask them at the Luxor
whether the damn Interpol guy...

found the American
and that darn female.

Come on, get in.

The key!

The key for down below!

Open up!

Police!

Double K, EKZ 302.

Reached square sequence. Over.

Good nose! Freeway
southeast. Come on, let's go!

A large American car,
license plate unknown...

has just passed a checkpoint,
apparently bound for Neustadt.

All roads to Neustadt
have been closed.

Let 'em look for us!
That's 35 miles away.

It could be a ruse. We've
been on the freeway too long.

Hold on!

Double K, FKA 7 is running. Over.

Damn! The freeway reports no
contact, but they should have passed it.

They must have broken through
between mile 135 and mile 140.

At the next crossing, get
off onto the old highway.

There they are! Faster! Get ready.

A patrol car and four
motor cycles are following us.

- Distance?
- About 300 yards.

Don't shoot yet. Let them get closer.

I'm slowing down.

150.

100.

Now!

Shoot at the tires!

Damn! I need to put
in a new magazine.

Leave him there! Let's go!