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Hey what's up?

I see you brought your gang along.

Got a problem?

Whatever.

Are you fucking me?

You crazy?

I'll show you. Your balls are mine! Come on!

Kill the motherfucker!

That's what I think of your pussy gang. May they rest in pieces.

So.

That all you got?

Yeah, fuck you.

Who are you?

Kill!

You were good.

But I am better.

I am Karl the Butcher... junior!

Hamburg, metropolitan city of the north, second largest city in Germany.

A cocktail of power and poverty, the 'gate to the world'.

Stress and strain are daily routine.

A city that's charming, but brutally shocking.

My name is Paul Glas.

I am a journalist for a big local newspaper...

...investigating a series of brutal murders that seem unique.

The terrified public is calling for higher punishments...

...and demands for the death penalty are stronger than ever.

79% of the people are in favour of executing serial killers.

Details of the killings are being withheld...

...but I have discovered we are dealing with a copy-cat killer...

...imitating Fritz Honka, Hamburg's most prolific killer in the 1960's.

Hamburg-Ohlsdorf, largest cemetery in the world. Here lie his victims.

Zeiss Strasse No. 78. Hamburg- Altona.

Here Honka slaughtered his victims and ate their flesh.

Yeah, I've been living here 20 years, 10, 15 years, who cares.

That's the nutter's house over there, somewhere, I don't know.

The loony is where he belongs. He has a good life, has food.

What else does the psycho want? He should never come out of there.

Look at me. I'm just a normal worker.

I have to work for my food.

Aah, get out of my fucking face.

I remember reading it in the paper...

...how Honka was arrested, for killing those women.

And sentenced to life in prison or rather a mental institution.

Maybe he'll come out after 15 years?

Yeah, he was a watchman.

And picked up prostitutes in bars around the Reeperbahn.

You know, where tramps and bums go for entertainment.

He brought them here and killed them.

Just like Haarmann in Hannover.

I remember as a child. He used to live upstairs as well.

That's probably why he got away with it for so long.

Or maybe heights made him horny for homicide who knows?

Today, Fritz Honka lives in this mental institution.

But his cell-mate Karl Berger managed to escape in the 1970's...

...leaving a trail of bloody carnage behind him.

I had to find out more about these latest killings...

...too many similarities with those of Karl Berger.

So I arranged to meet an informer...

...from the Dept. Of Justice to find out more about this case.

My informer, Mr. X as we'll call him...

...gave me some hot photographs, straight from the police file.

The photos confirmed my worst fears.

Looking at these photos I can see similarities...

...between this case and one in the mid-seventies.

The intensity of these murders remind me of Karl Berger...

...who committed a series of heinous crimes.

But tell me more about these photos.

These photots are not cleared yet.

They are not to be seen by anyone.

Not even me?

Especially not you.

OK, I understand, mum's the word.

I've never seen these photos.

But they are similar with the case twenty years ago.

If I remember correctly, the following happened...

Karl Berger. Mother murderer. Possessed by the devil.

He was not human, he was a beast. Bloodthirsty and perverse.

Always on the hunt for fresh victims

A symbol of unrelenting evil

A satan incarnate.

Motivated by hate and the thirst of blood.

He relished eating the genitals of his victims.

The personification of evil.

He ate anything that had more or less brains.

A phantom, moved by religious fervour.

A butcher with only one aim.

The elimination of the human race.

Yep, those are the facts.

That's what happened many years ago.

Until the police caught him and shot him down.

You know... The shooting was made up by the police.

We had to calm down the press and the public somehow.

It doesn't make sense, there's something missing

You're not telling me everything.

When we found him he was dead already...

...and parts of his body were missing.

Ha, missing? - Yes

You want me to believe that? - They were never found.

And what about these photos?

These photos are from recent killings.

But some of them are 2 years old already.

Two years, hmm that would explain the condition of the corpses.

But... What happened?

My son, many years ago I buried your father.

I can see it now, how I gave him his final resting place.

I sealed the grave with all my love.

I hammered the cross into the ground and placed a tulip on his grave.

On your father's eternal resting place.

I took you and raised you.

And the years passed...

For your birthday I have a surprise for you.

Oh, thank you mama.

Your father will be proud of you.

My boy, the time has come for you to hunt humans instead of animals.

Take revenge for your father's death.

Everyone who sets foot in the forest must die!

Is this all the wood you found? - Maybe Steffi will bring some.

Is she wandering around or what? - Yeah, getting away from work as always.

Oh, I can't be bothered anymore.

Do you know how to do this? - No idea but it'll work somehow.

There's nothing nicer than getting back to nature.

Then don't forget to pick up your bottles. - You said it.

I've forgotten something. Give me the paper.

But I haven't read it yet. - It's only good for lighting up fires anyway.

Just pull it through the hole.

Oh it's burning.

Is there more beer?

Come here and help us, it's not working.

Can you get the pegs? - Pegs? Me?

Who else? It'll fall down.

Now pull it tight and push the peg in.

Do you have a hammer?

No. - Typical.

It's done.

Now the other side. - Have fun!

Shit. No more beer!

You son of a bitch!

You bastard.

No escape, I get you all.

Stupid knot.

This pig's heavy.

Sit down ma... food is here.

Yes. Start with the red witch.

Now it's your turn, you slut.

This little slut must pay.

Do it for your father. Do it for me.

Do her good.

Number 2.

Bravo, my boy. This is turning me on.

Number 3.

Finish the slut. Come on.

Yeah, mum.

Yes. Yes.

My nice pudding bowl.

Bring me the bowl. - Yeah, mum.

My boy give me the liquid of life.

Here mum, specially for you.

That's nice of you my darling.

You give me such pleasure.

Drink mummy, plenty of vitamins in it.

Go on Karl. Cut the fat slob loose.

You pig,

Take this, you piece of shit.

Give the boy a chance. Let him go.

Go on, run.

You fat bastard, you tab of lard.

You swine!

You are very naughty.

Karl is being naughty. Karl is being naughty.

Now I'm going to kill you.

Eeeh, you pantshitter. Eat your shit.

Let's see if you're fat everywhere.

Have you got the balls for this?

Yes, finish the pig. Make him suffer!

Big belly, full of blood.

Tear him apart! - Allright mum.

Bye, chubby. Say hello to the worms.

Karl, you haven't disappointed me so far.

Now it's the whore's turn. Rip her tits off!

Yeah, tits!

Surprise, surprise.

Good titties.

Does she have nice tits or are mine nicer?

Come to mama. I was just playing.

Now you can play with me, you little swine.

You know what's next?

Watch out. The bitch is loose!

Oh my God, my little boy!

Take this.

Now you've had it, you twat.

You won't run away again you holl.

Now I have to punish you.

Let's see what you have to offer.

What's this here?

Shut her up!

Thumbs up!

Come to your mama.

You're just like your father...

...now in the silence of nature I'm longing for him.

Oh, my poor boy you put up a good fight.

You deserve something special now.

Yes Karl... do it now... Do it here... good my boy...

Sit down, you pile of blubber.

Imagine yourself killing.

Now go and slaughter someone!

You know what, the ol' bag at home is really pissin' me off.

Can't smoke, can't drink...

Here anythin' goes! - Yup.

I hope the fish are biting. Today's weather is perfect.

I don't give no shit for the weather. As long as the witch stays at home.

Let's stay here.

Give it all you've got, dude!

Awesome...!

I've got one! - You got shit for brains!

Thing is stuck. - Don't pull, you idiot!

There is something. - Then pull it out. Come on!

You have one... you have one... you have a hole in your head.

It's getting away. - No, I got it.

Then pull it out... just pull it out. - I can't... it's stuck.

Got it my ass!

Here, hold it. I have to piss!

Bullseye! - Dick-head!

Eh, Roy Black is dead!

About time, too. Boss is coming.

How are you getting on? - Hole 3 is finished.

What about carrying helmets? Ever heard of it?

I told you a hundred times.

Dieter, why didn't you pick up the English guy?

English guy? Yeah, very funny!

I thought...

You shut up. I'm talking to him.

This can't go on like this!

We're making progress.

12.30, time to get back to work.

Then let's get back to work.

Come on!

Why is the damned thing so short...

Damned thing is stuck! - Just pull you moron.

Can't you do anything, or what?

Just pull the motherfucker... - Dammit, I'm trying my best.

Damn it, watch out!

Look at this asshole. He looks out of place.

Poor man's Rambo!

What's that stupid mask?

Put that away you idiot!

Stop playing around, you asshole. - Fuck off!

Fucking shit!

Let go... No! No!

You Hans-Wurst, what are you looking at?

Go away go away!

You cockroach!

Waterhead, you're in for it.

You stink.

Loser!

One for Mama

I got you, I got you.

I am the greatest. I am the best.

Karl, my darling.

Mother will read you another story.

But then you have to go to sleep.

Our love is dead, or sleeps, or else.

Is hidden from our eyes our silent love.

While no man tells or if it lives or dies.

Oh give us love, O Lord, above in changeless paradise.

Our house is left us desolate even thou your word has said.

Before our face the way is great.

Around us are the dead...

We're not playing games.

I'm gonna end this kindergarten.

Time's up!

I am Stapler Face!

Schnitzel time!

There's another leg.

Heads up, my boy!

What was that?

Shit! It's all your fault.

Looks good.

Bonanza!

Come here, you bitch.

Open wide.

Piss off!

With a nice buzz, he enjoyed the walk back, anticipating a good night's sleep.

After grabbing a quick snack, he walked up to his room...

...stripped down to his boxers, lay in bed and fell asleep.

About an hour later, he felt a warm and wet sensation.

Surround his groin as his cock began to stiffen.

He thought that he was having a wet dream, and he didn't want it to end...

...but suddenly opened his eyes to an unbelievable sight.

There she was a beautiful girl whom he had had only met once...

...sucking on his throbbing muscle of love.

He couldn't believe it. She was taking it all in...

...and he felt his hard shaft getting ready to explode.

He blew his load into her hot, juicy mouth, watching her swallow every last drop.

Then he stood up, smiled, said good- bye and left.

Karl? Karl?

Sleep well, my boy.

Wet dreams...

The guys are rather thirsty.

Eh, you asshole!

You have to pay!

Get on with it, dammit!

We love porn!

Encore!

Your father is back!

And in the house we found around 15 dismembered bodies...

...and the head of an old woman.

The murderer's body was not found.

Does that mean the murderer is still out there?

He's still loose.

I have to go now.

These photos cannot be printed.

Not until the authorities say so anyway.

Yes, I'll stick to that. I know that.

See you. Thank you.

And keep me informed. Bye-bye.

The 'story of my life' is just too strong. I'll just forget it.

That's life...

So what.

W... e... s... t...!