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The World War is lost.

Austria, once a proud, major power,

is turning into a small, insignificant state.

The emperor steps down.

The country is proclaimed a republic.

Soldiers returning home to a world

where nothing is as it was before.

Some return years after the end of the war.

HOMEFRONT

Everything in vain.

Everything in vain.

You've made a sacrifice for our fatherland.

And for our emperor.

-It will never be forgotten. -The letter...

The letter...

Give it to my mother.

You promised.

You'll give it to her yourself. We'll be home soon.

When after the bloody battle

We return home, weary and worn

Then we shall see everywhere

Victory banners hoisted for us And they herald...

Farewell.

He didn't make it.

Undress him and throw him in the river.

I promised him I'd take him home.

Do you all want to join him in the river?

That wasn't the deal!

It wasn't the deal.

Too many questions at the harbor.

No deaths, no problems.

It means a lot to a mother to know where her son is buried.

Who knows if the mother's alive after all these years.

There. Vienna!

Vienna! The Freudenau harbor.

"Cemetery of the Nameless"?

For bodies that are washed up, suicides, murdered,

those who nobody misses.

Heresmaty, come.

Move it. Out of my way. Out of my way!

-First Lieutenant Perg, Imperial... -No more "Imperial" now.

Move it!

The coal should already be in the storehouse. Clear those ropes!

-What's that? -Red, white, red. Republic of Austria.

No emperor anymore.

Put those ropes with the other ropes!

And take the coal to the coal storage.

Where's Hrdlicka? He's snuck off again!

Move those coals faster!

Break step.

I myself...

was at the southern front. Isonzo.

Five battles.

St. Germain.

You can't talk about the war... People want to forget.

Colonel, if I may...

My men and I were prisoners of war

for over two years for our fatherland...

Everything has changed.

Nothing is the way it used to be.

Dark times...

Here.

The Red House.

It's a homeless shelter.

In case you need a place to sleep, or something to eat.

You are discharged from military service.

Lieutenant, sir...

what will become of us?

We only have each other now.

In case you need anything.

Men.

I guess this is it.

Heresmaty.

Bauer, let's see if they can cook a decent goulash.

Kovacs.

Bauer, so long.

Colonel.

Good luck.

To you, too, Lieutenant, sir.

Opium. Miracle drug from China.

-Forget your sorrows. -Silver? From an Aryan estate.

I guarantee it.

-Or are you an Israelite yourself? -Got a groschen?

A groschen! Officer, just a groschen.

Isonzo. Isonzo.

-Lay down your arms, comrade! -Peace!

Very young girls. Anything goes.

Or do you prefer lads?

I have a cheeky boy for you.

Who is there? Who are you?

I'll call the police.

-Come here, good boy. -Jesus!

-Sir... -You've grown old.

Mrs. Anna, I mean, madam is no longer here.

For God's sake! Beggars.

They've turned us into beggars!

I'd rather sleep on the street than in that... that...

that poorhouse, damn it!

Hello?

Is anybody there?

-Come. Come on. -Hold on.

Not so fast.

I just stayed here to take care of everything.

Good Lord, sir.

Take off your coat. You'll bring fleas into the house.

It was terrible here.

Really terrible.

Nobody had any money left.

And then, your father-in-law lost his entire fortune.

Damn war bonds.

So she had to go and work at the factory.

She is so brave, Mrs. Anna.

-Where is she now? -No one thought you'd come back.

So she moved to her sister's.

To Gumpoldskirchen, in the country. At least they have something to eat there.

Is Anna... I mean...

-Is there... Did she... -A decent woman.

She worked hard to make ends meet with the child.

Everyone has turned mad, ever since the emperor's gone.

Everyone does what they want. Awful.

I'll go now.

I have to tell madam who's back.

-She will be thrilled. -No, I...

I want to surprise her.

Superintendent, sir?

Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

It doesn't look like a good morning, does it?

Male, over 20, bad physical condition. Imperial Infantry uniform, Officer.

Old bullet wound, several poorly healed cuts and bruises.

Returning soldier.

These days, half the victims

and two-thirds of the murderers are returning soldiers.

-So you found the body? -Yes.

Did you see anything?

-I was with a punter... -A punter? His name, address.

What? They just fuck me. I don't know who they are.

So it's some drunken brawl. Severin, arrest some spivs and gypsies.

-Question them and we'll see. -But just because it's a poor district...

For God's sake.

Then secure evidence, question witnesses. The standard procedure.

He was tortured before losing consciousness.

The aim was primarily to inflict pain.

He... He's alive.

Post-mortem flatulence.

Farting is one of the few things we can successfully perform after death.

How fascinating.

Join the Zionist Society. Palestine.

These Jewish refugees from the East. What a filthy pack they are.

They just want to live off us here. Did we fight for that? I don't think so.

Come to our meeting at the synagogue.

A ticket to Gumpoldskirchen, please.

Seventy groschen, please.

Stop him!

-Stop! -Hey, hey! Easy!

-Not so fast. -My wallet!

-That man has... -Your identity card!

-Are you a late returnee? -My discharge papers are in that wallet.

-Listen, mate... -He stole it.

Now empty your pockets slowly.

-Superintendent, sir. -Yes?

I found this note in the victim's belongings.

And?

He's back.

-Peter Perg? -What's that racket?

What will the neighbors think? And you're going to wreck that door!

You can't just walk in here. I can announce you. Maybe then...

-What's going on? -Peter Perg?

-I told him... -Come with me.

-Why? -But these policemen...

We ask the questions.

Have you been causing trouble, sir?

-Where were you last night? -Are the handcuffs really necessary?

-Where were you? -At home.

Witnesses?

Did anybody see you?

I know what witnesses are.

We can lock you up, you know?

Peter, it's really you. Good to see you.

You had me dragged in like a criminal for that?

A witness. I thought you knew what that is.

-Clever young boy. -How dare you?

Let's talk in my office.

And take off his bloody handcuffs, okay?

Yes, Superintendent, sir.

Sorry.

Police Superintendent? Respect.

You made it far, Victor.

It's great that you're back again. You look great.

I survived.

You didn't expect that, did you?

Jubilantly running after the imperial flag on the very first day of war!

Out of a sense of duty, I suppose.

You could've done your duty here, as a policeman. Like I did.

Grow up, Peter. You made the wrong decision back then.

It was also wrong because of Anna.

Leave Anna out of this.

We found a body.

A daily occurrence where I just came from.

The war is over.

Maybe he deserved to die.

This here...

was found on the victim, dear Peter.

Most interesting, don't you think?

Look.

Probably one of his comrades-in-arms.

A certain First Lieutenant Krainer.

They arrived here a few days ago, from the Black Sea via the Danube.

They were in a Russian camp together.

-Maybe they had a fight. -And he nailed him to a pole?

Is that what you do when you fall out with a friend?

Didn't think so.

Gentlemen.

This is Dr. Körner, our forensic pathologist.

All her male colleagues went to war, so...

They forced this battle-axe on you.

-I'd never say such a thing. -You'd just think it.

Welcome back, Inspector Perg.

You know each other? Interesting.

Yes, there are strangulation marks on his neck, but that didn't kill him.

-Wire snare? -Is it him or not?

First Lieutenant Hermann Krainer.

Served six years out of a sense of duty.

One day back home.

Those who weren't killed or crippled in this horrible war,

came back totally deranged.

-I'm sorry, Inspector... -I know you didn't mean it like that.

And even if you did...

you would've been right.

-Victor. -Peter.

Superintendent, sir. Madam.

Dr. Körner, be honest,

do you think Perg might have something to do with this case?

Of course he has nothing to do with this case.

On the contrary. If anyone can solve this case, it's him.

He used to be your colleague, right?

Au revoir. Merci beaucoup, Colonel.

Fucking sponger.

Mr. Perg. I wanted to ask you to leave your keys with me

when you go to visit your wife.

So, when do you intend to go?

Who supported Anna when I was away?

Renner, the generous benefactor?

You should be glad that you have friends like him.

He's a friendly and generous man, the police superintendent.

Or should we die of hunger because of the stupid war?

What do you know about war?

You're right.

I don't understand the war.

But a father should be with his child. We needed you here.

You want to be brave? Then stop running away.

You want to admit Perg to the police corps?

The victim had a note with his name on it!

That's more proof it wasn't him.

His name is top of our list of suspects!

A list? So we have other suspects thanks to your investigation?

Perg was hunting down criminals before you could even pee straight.

In the good old days,

when the police served a bourgeois system and arrested any poor soul?

My brother didn't make it back from war, while rich bastards like Perg...

The war is over, for God's sake.

And now go and fetch our colleague Mr. Perg.

We've got a new body. Wien Valley bridge.

Off you go to Mr. Perg. Move it.

I don't give a shit if you were a police inspector once.

As long as you have no alibi, you're the main suspect.

Your factories will stand still

If it is the red fist's will

Your factories will stand still If it is the red fist's will

We'll walk from here.

-ID. -I'm with him.

Severin.

-Has anything been moved? -No.

That guy found the body

and we immediately cordoned off the area by the book.

Hey, children! Get lost! Move it!

Filthy rabble.

Would you mind helping me to measure the body?

Why don't you ask our new colleague?

I'm stuck with him thanks to you, no?

I don't trust him.

A friend of the boss.

I don't care whose friend he is.

What?

The cat-o'-nine-tails.

The whip?

Yes.

Looks like tiny claws ripped the victim's flesh from his body.

-And the crust round the wound? -Analysis will...

-Salt. -Salt?

To make sure he stayed awake.

You were right.

I am deranged.

At the crime scene just now... Death, crime, suffering...

It felt like home for the first time, unlike here, in this strange world.

Would you join me for a coffee?

I...

I don't know if I fit into this environment.

It's on me.

Assuming you can accept a lady's invitation.

I'm a war profiteer.

Under normal circumstances, they'd have let me rot away in the forensic archives.

It's a new era.

If you try, you'll see its good sides:

freedom, justice and change.

-I like change. -The only solution is anarchism!

-Anarchists. -Not really.

Communists, at best. Futurists, Dadaists...

Everyone's some sort of -ist these days.

And you?

-Realist. -Despite the reality here?

Because of it. And pacifist.

The glorification of war and fatherland...

-You can't understand. -No.

Putting comrades before one's own family.

What did your wife say when you came back?

I'm not sure if she wants me back.

How can I burden my daughter with someone like me?

What are you afraid of?

I'm sorry. I've no right to speak to you like that.

-I'm sure your wife still loves you. -Thank you.

How stupid...

DEAR ANNA...

-Have you ever seen a dead person? -My father.

Now he has a new father who beats the shit out of him.

You know, I don't believe that the old man was the first to find the body.

Before you lads did.

A man with just one leg, walking on crutches, whereas you...

are such sporty lads.

Maybe you found... other stuff?

Listen, I know full well it's possible that missing soldiers...

Yes, my brother. Lieutenant Josef Severin, Imperial and Royal Dragoons.

What's "unanswered" supposed to mean?

What?

I've got it.

The cat-o'-nine-tails.

I find it odd that the victim's fingers and toes have been cut off.

There's a new method to identify people using their fingerprints.

You shouldn't believe any new-fangled nonsense, Severin.

-Sorry. -Maybe it's some kind of ritual.

But why leave one finger?

We've discussed your return to the homicide squad.

It's looking good, but there will be a probation period.

-Probation? -Do you know how hard I fought for you?

-How are Anna and Magdalena? -Marlene.

-I'm sure Marlene is doing fine. -Peter, you haven't been...

Perg.

-Count Starkenberg. -It's Mr. Starkenberg these days.

Or should I have you arrested for monarchist activities?

Former Inspector Perg

returned after being a prisoner of war, and is now helping us...

What do they call Russia now? The Soviet Union, right, Perg?

You're on the red side now, too?

-Chief Commissioner, I don't understand... -Just a question, comrade Perg.

I was just wondering. Dictatorship of the proletariat.

It's an appealing idea, no? So are you a communist now?

-I faithfully served my fatherland... -See how skillfully he avoids answering?

That's what they teach them.

We don't need a nest of red vipers here at police HQ.

-Do we, Renner? -Of course not, Count... Mr. Starkenberg.

Could you at least solve the case with our Bolshevik's support?

-We are... -Very good.

The interior minister will hold a press conference next week.

Either he talks about the solved case,

or about a Bolshevik cell at HQ that has been smoked out.

Renner.

We're feeling confident.

FOR THE POOR OF VIENNA

They can't cook either, those Salvation Army women.

We're treated like dirt, like we're the scum of the earth.

"Your sacrifice for your emperor shall never be forgotten."

An Austrian comrade gave me this.

A private.

National Socialists.

The only ones who understand us, who take care of us.

First Lieutenant Krainer has been killed.

Krainer didn't want to live anymore.

He didn't.

He's right. Bauer isn't that crazy.

Krainer didn't want to live anymore.

Kovacs,

was Krainer here, with you, in the Red House?

No, he left.

He left? Did anything unusual happen?

There was this man.

What man?

-Bauer, what man? -You don't look anyone in the eye here.

Everyone's ashamed.

Mommy. Mommy, look.

Are you seeing things again? Oh, my Marlene.

And, did you visit your wife?

The silver candleholders, the Klimt drawings...

Our belongings you were "looking after."

-Bring them back again. -Politeness doesn't hurt.

Superintendent Renner always gave me a tip.

And when he left early in the morning, he gave me double the amount.

Hey! Sir! Hello!

Victor! Where are you?

Peter, what are you doing here? What's wrong?

It's all right. He's a friend.

I've always loved her.

From the very first moment.

It happened during the darkest hours,

back then in 1918.

We hadn't heard from you for three years.

Not a word.

It went on for four weeks.

At some point I realized that she was only going to bed with me

because she knew that she'd never fall in love with me.

That I'd never pose a threat to her love for you.

In her eyes, I was just "kind."

I actually tried to poison myself with Veronal.

But...

I'm even too dull to kill myself.

Peter...

Peter?

Okay.

This might hurt a little.

But your scars are healing very well.

Don't move now.

Good.

And? It shouldn't be too tight.

Nineteen beautiful white teeth.

Nineteen teeth...

I'll be right back.

Would you buy me a drink?

Normal costs ten. Kinky, 15.

What do you all want from me?

What do you all want from me?

You know there was no other way!

Let's go! Get lost, bastard!

I'm sorry, Doctor, but Mr. Perg won't be back until tomorrow morning.

Very well.

-Thanks. Good evening. -Doctor.

Excuse me.

Pardon.

You were just at the police station looking for Perg.

You withhold information from me and give it to Perg?

You really don't know who Perg is, do you?

-Ever heard of the Molden case? -Lieutenant Molden? Yes.

The green widow? The Stankowski case?

And Perg...

The butcher of Hernals?

He raped and mutilated women if they could do more than cook and pray,

or if, God forbid, they were better than men.

Even if the girl was just a stenographer in the forensics unit.

I'm sorry.

If it wasn't for Perg, I wouldn't be standing here.

A man like him has to endure humiliation just to return to the police service.

Nineteen wooden stakes.

You wanted to know what I was going to tell Perg.

The first victim was pierced by 19 wooden stakes.

Nineteen stakes, 19 fingers and toes. Maybe it's a coincidence.

You're the detective.

-What's going on? -Who have we got here?

Stop.

Arrest me, please.

-I'm a filthy coward. -Sure.

Go home and sleep the booze off and we'll arrest you tomorrow.

-My wife, she left me. -I can see why.

She hates me. I lost the whole war.

You'd rather be arrested than go to your wife?

Lost everything.

Just you and me.

Look at me.

Look at me, damn it!

You!

You won't win.

You won't break me.

For God, Emperor and Fatherland.

You all fucked me over.

I've got something for you.

No! No!

Hello!

Police!

Help! Please, help!

No quick death.

Wait for the suffering.

Hey, you!

Hey, what are you doing?

-Got you, mate. -You're going to prison, you prick.

Don't move.

We'll catch your buddy later.

-Your friend... -He's not my friend.

Mr. Perg pissed on an altar. I mean urinated.

Mr. Perg is an important witness.

Comrades, come rally...

Shut up or I'll lock you up with the German nationalists!

Whatever. This is a case of blasphemous pissing, urinating.

Listen, dear colleague, he is...

He's the best criminologist we've got.

I need your signature, three copies.

Wait here.

You were lucky.

If you hadn't peed on the altar, the woman wouldn't have called the police.

She didn't see you fighting for your life.

Körner told me all about you.

-Your successes, your mother... -She shouldn't have.

I don't think it was a coincidence.

You're closing in on him with your investigation.

Crime is a disease that will be healed when social issues are resolved.

You don't believe people can be evil?

I believe in the possibility of a just world.

International solidarity, a world without wars, hunger and crime.

-My brother was a socialist. He always... -Severin.

I happened to overhear your phone call.

About your brother.

And that you still have hope.

Missing for two years. So there's no chance...

Hoping in spite of everything is torture.

I knew him.

Lieutenant Josef Severin, Fourth Dragoons.

We were in the camp together.

He's dead.

You...

I just stumbled.

I was ten.

There was a ship graveyard in the bay.

While playing hide-and-seek,

I fell through the deck of a rusty tugboat.

The other kids frantically looked for me.

A storm rolled in that night. It lasted two days.

And I was stuck in the smelly, brackish water, with a smashed leg.

I was too exhausted to cry for help.

And too exhausted to fight the rising water of the Danube.

The search party had given up.

Everyone was sure I'd drowned or been swept away by the current.

Only my brother kept looking for me.

Although it made no sense.

Until he found me.

He never gave up.

He was a brave man.

Up to the very end.

Excuse me.

Dr. Körner.

-May I? -Yes. I...

I heard about your...

-Well... -...mishap.

Well...

He struck again.

-I guess you haven't been informed. -No. What happened?

He stuck the victim's legs in a cage full of rats.

Two dozen hungry rats.

-Rats? -Who would be so inhumane?

Inhumane?

Just look in the newspaper.

Killing and torturing is very human indeed.

But he's perversely vain. He creates tableaus of death.

I understand killing in a moment of passion or madness, even in a war.

Circumstances might force people to do gruesome things, but...

Mr. Perg?

-What's that? -Negro music from America.

They call it jazz.

But they aren't Negroes.

Admit it, you liked it, right?

I saw you tapping your foot.

Before I left this city, there was nothing but waltzes and operettas.

And then...

a time machine belched me out here.

Thanks for walking me home.

It was nice.

I liked it, too.

What are you thinking about?

Whether you deserve happiness?

We have to see the crime scene.

-Hoffmann, you stay here. -Yes, sir.

The victim was a day laborer by the name of Eugen Richter.

By the way, Körner identified the body from under the bridge.

A former soldier. Lieutenant Bernfeld.

Bernfeld?

Eugen Richter was no day laborer.

He was a cavalry captain.

You knew him, too?

-We have to see Renner. -It's Saturday afternoon. Where...

Renner might change his beliefs, but he never changes his habits.

Good evening, gentlemen. Are you members... Excuse me!

Severin, how did he get out of prison?

We have no time for discussions.

Shut up, Victor.

We know the murderer's motive.

In our prisoner-of-war camp, escape attempts got the maximum penalty.

-Death? -No. Worse.

Running the gauntlet, the cat-o'-nine-tails,

the rat hole, ice swimming.

And then at the end, they faced the rage of their comrades.

Why?

If your own people didn't report an escape plan,

they'd shoot every tenth prisoner.

Decimation.

There were only 50,000 of us left. Originally, there were 240,000.

Typhus, dysentery, hunger, cold.

-And the shootings. -The Russians.

They're just as bad as the English, the French and us.

We had a committee in the camp.

A committee consisting of six officers representing our people.

At some point, they found out that 20 new prisoners were planning an escape.

The committee told them not to do it. They asked them. Begged them.

The officers managed to convince one of the 20 men

to tell them when the escape was planned.

The officers had no choice

but to report the escape plan, thus saving the lives of 5,000 men.

And the others? The other 19?

They were tortured so badly that the guy who'd betrayed them lost his mind.

You've never seen anything like it.

But what has this got to do with our case?

Krainer, Bernfeld and Richter

were members of that committee.

Why did the murderer spare Bernfeld's thumb?

He didn't spare it. He cut off 19 parts of Bernfeld's body.

Krainer was pierced by 19 wooden stakes and I bet there were 19 rats in the cage.

Nineteen men were betrayed.

And it seems one survived.

We have to find the rest of the committee members.

Because they are the next victims.

And who were the other committee members?

August Wehninger of Wehninger Brewery and Count Heresmaty.

But you said there were six.

The sixth member never made it back.

-We can't waste any time. Let's go. -Peter, not you.

Starkenberg has heard about the altar incident.

To him, blasphemy and Bolshevism are the same.

I won't dig my own grave because you pissed in a church.

-But you can't... -You're out.

I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.

Hoffmann, get in the back.

-Hoffmann. -Yes, sir?

We're just giving Mr. Perg a lift. Strictly private business.

Of course, Inspector.

Strictly private business.

-Hoffmann, you stay here. -Yes, sir.

The young count... Didn't you hear about it?

Two days after his return...

The mansion is now in the possession of the Lower Austrian Fire Insurance.

They let him stay in the concierge's lodge.

But he didn't like it.

Well, a new era's arrived...

He probably spared himself a dreadful death.

Or maybe...

he missed out on an interesting life.

Inspectors Perg and Severin. We're looking for Mr. August Wehninger.

Come in.

-Where is Captain Wehninger? -He left early in the morning.

Maybe he's at the brewery. Thanks, Fritz. Let's take a break.

You like what you see?

Captain Wehninger told me about a certain Chouchou,

waiting for him back home.

Chouchou.

He talked about her.

Him or her... Nowadays...

love is all that matters, right?

You're Major Perg.

You fought with August in the war and were held captive with him.

He always says, "Perg and I,

we were strong, because we knew someone was waiting for us back home."

Did he spend the night here?

Surely you aren't alluding to unnatural fornication.

Of course he didn't.

That's forbidden in our ever so modern republic.

He's lying.

Gentlemen, it was really fascinating, but if you don't have a search warrant...

We may contact you for further questioning.

He told me about you.

He liked you. A friend.

Apparently not enough of a friend,

or he wouldn't have hidden an important part of his life from me.

Could you have dealt with it?

Camaraderie, the glory of the trenches...

If you guys weren't so afraid of touching one another in times of peace,

we wouldn't need any wars.

Give August a kiss from me.

I'm sure you'll find him at the brewery.

-Sorry. -I didn't mean to. Sorry.

Maybe a blown fuse. I don't know.

August!

It's me, Perg.

Captain Wehninger? Hello?

Damn it, Hoffmann.

Sorry.

I found this. Over there.

-Chloroform. -Yes.

-Get back-up. Now. -Yes, sir.

Watch out, Perg!

Oh, God.

So far we've found 18 blocks of ice with body parts in them.

-There are 19. Keep on looking. -Yes, sir.

The murderer wanted to take revenge for 19 tortured men.

But the interesting question is:

What about number 20,

the one who betrayed them to the committee?

The one who went crazy.

-First Lieutenant, sir. -Private. Come with me.

I'm looking for Bauer. Where is he?

Trying to get an extra serving of food.

We found Wehninger. Murdered.

Krainer, Bernfeld, Richter.

They're all dead.

The committee?

Where is Bauer?

Where is he?

You don't think that Bauer... You know Bauer.

-Listen. Listen to me, Kovacs. -No. No.

Maybe Bauer regrets the betrayal and wants to get his revenge...

-You know Bauer. -...and he's pretending!

Bauer, tell them it's not true!

That's him. Arrest him.

-Move it! Go! -No!

Move away! Move away!

Soldier, stand to attention!

Let the man go.

Bauer, I just want to talk to you. Calm down.

Nobody will be harmed.

This is Hoffmann. He's a good man. He's innocent.

No more innocent deaths.

You know that.

It's our fault.

-The dead comrades. I just wanted... -I know.

Let him go.

Good.

Let him go.

Give me the knife.

Bauer!

They shot him!

The homefront cowards!

Bauer!

Bauer!

Are you one of them again?

Who doesn't give a shit about camaraderie?

Step back, please.

-Out of the way, please. -Perg!

Perg!

-He's just a witness. -I'll take care of him.

Well done, Peter.

That's the case solved, I would say.

Welcome back to the police force.

Full salary. And entitled to a pension.

THE MURDERER WAS CAUGHT!

BEAST OF VIENNA HAS BEEN SHOT!

I owe you an explanation.

I'm so sorry.

My wife...

We don't owe each other anything.

I'm enjoying the time with you now.

And tomorrow's another day.

Is it that simple?

No.

It's awfully complicated, of course.

But not while we're dancing in the Prater.

Marlene.

Stop! Police!

"Homecomer beast shot dead! Four murders!"

Me?

PEACE TO ALL PEOPLE

Excuse me. Pardon.

Sorry.

Hi, Peter.

You?

Where's my daughter?

What have you done to her?

Where is she?

You can't threaten me anymore.

I'm already dead.

Give me the gun.

Or you'll never know what happened to your family.

-No. -Go on, give me the gun.

Please. Where is she?

Come.

When was Bauer not with you yesterday?

I told you already.

I've got nothing to do with this.

Ever heard of complicity?

This way.

There.

Look.

-Your wife. -Anna.

Her husband wrote to say he's coming home

and wants to see her straight away.

Now her husband has sent her another message.

He wants to meet her at the peace mass in St. Stephen's Cathedral.

See that package?

She doesn't know it's a mustard gas bomb.

With a time fuse.

If she goes in there, a few thousand people will die.

If you shoot her, she'll barely notice it.

Over.

What do you think, Perg?

It's even simpler than back then.

One life in exchange for a few thousand church attendees.

Anna will die in any case. Will it be a bullet or the gas?

If you shoot the mother, you'll save the child.

Peter, come on. Shoot.

On the other hand,

those fools down there believe they can pray away the war and evil.

Let them die. They deserve it.

Come on, shoot!

Your pretty Ms. Doctor will comfort you.

You only have seconds left. Then it's too late, Peter.

Come on, shoot.

Go on, shoot!

Shoot!

I'd never harm an innocent child.

You goddamn...

How did you know them?

They're high-ranking officers, you're a private.

From the camp.

They were on the committee.

Richter, Bernfeld, Wehninger,

Heresmaty, Krainer...

Krainer and Perg.

Perg was a member of the committee?

I was already laid to rest with the dead.

Shot like an animal.

God let me survive so I can pass on my pain.

We were responsible for 50,000 men.

Fifty thousand!

Men?

They were just cripples and invalids waiting to die.

But we...

We would have had a chance.

My men, who you handed over to the torturers.

I owe them this.

Who are you to decide

who can live and who must die?

Are you God?

God died in that war.

Now I'm the god of revenge.

I am the harbinger of the next great killing.

Bauer is no killer. Believe me.

I do, and now I know Perg is in danger.

If he's not dead already.

-Are you Inspector Severin? -Yes.

A man sent me to tell you this: "Perg and Pummerin."

Pummerin? The bell in St. Stephen's Cathedral?

And "nineteen."

Hoffmann, raise the alarm!

You would've let thousands die for your wife.

But you didn't give a shit about us.

Don't you understand that I have to get revenge for my comrades?

What we did was wrong.

Wrong because there was no right.

There's nothing right in this world anymore.

Nineteen of us died because of you.

Come here, Peter.

But I'm more dead than the others.

Remember how they killed the young Meyerhofer?

He was gutted alive.

The way he screamed, it was horrific.

Police! Open the door!

Hoffmann, I'll go in alone.

Freeze!

I think I shot him.

I'll get the swine.

Get back-up. Back-up!

Wait.

You don't want him to do it, do you?

Give me your gun.

-Perg! -Severin, stay where you are!

Are you crazy? Get out of the line of fire.

-Severin, don't move. -You shouldn't be here.

What did he say? Get out of my way, Perg!

-Do what he says! -You shut up!

Severin, stay where you are! I won't let you make him a killer.

-Move aside! -No!

Josef!

You... You shot me, little brother.

Why... Why aren't you...

I don't understand.

What... What have I done?

-You shot down a murderer. -Josef.

Come with me. Let's go home.

Let's go home.

Please! I... I've been looking for you.

I did everything I could.

I know.

I'm so glad I saw you one last time.

Josef, come.

Perg, go to hell!

You knew it.

You knew it!

You knew it.

You should've told me.

He wanted to believe that his brother was a hero and I let him.

Hero?

First, you shoot each other in the war and back home you shoot your comrades.

It's easier to kill somebody than risk leading a meaningful life.

Is it so bad that you need our pretty doctor to examine your corpse?

Don't look so sorry for yourself. Our teamwork was fantastic.

Doctor. Peter.

See you Monday morning when you start your job.

I'll bring the pastries.

All those years, all I could think of was returning home and now...

You can return to life.

To a new life.

It could be a wonderful life.

I'm no longer the man I was before I went to war.

Anna is a different person after all these years, too.

I don't know if these two people have anything in common now, but...

If I don't try it now...