All language subtitles for The Deth11

The Death Ray of Doctor Mabuse.

Yes, sir. On my way.

No massage today...
You have a visitor.

Just a minute, major.

I'll call Professor Pohland
up from hydrotherapy for you.

For a man who terrorized all of
England, he has got off lightly

- don't you think?
- Yes, though he claims innocence.

The secret service
has been informed.

The professor puts all the
blame on Doctor Mabuse.

His evil spirit gained possession
of Professor Pohland's mind.

The professor's hallucinating.
That's why he's in here.

And I'm here because there's
method to Pohland's madness.

His brain must act like an archive, in
which fragments of Mabuse's testament

can be found. That's why we
study him again and again.

Good morning, professor. This
gentleman wants to speak with you.

It wasn't me, it was Mabuse.
He used my brain!

It's always the same. A
typical symptom of paranoia.

A record on which the needle
can't escape the groove.

- Let's give the needle a... bump.
- We can try.

Bring the professor
to electrotherapy.

What do you expect from
this experiment, Major?

Well, assuming Mabuse has the power
to control another person's mind,

his ideas and plans
would somehow be burned

into the professor's
unconscious, understand?

Turn off the light.

Through the precisely calibrated
application of an electric shock,

I can detach the thoughts of Dr.
Mabuse, now hidden in the subconscious

and direct them directly into
the professor's conscious mind.

We need to increase
the current a little.

Say something! Anything!

No matter what. The first
thing that comes to mind.

Death...

Ra... ys.

Major!

Where is he?

- Hello major.
- Good morning, sir.

Good morning. We've got a
new assignment for you.

- And where does it lead me this time?
- Malta. Come on.

Here on the Southern coast,
there's a small town: Belmar.

A dead frogman was
washed ashore there.

He's already the fourth
in the last 14 days.

The activity of the
sardine boats is striking.

There's only one
explanation: Espionage.

- Spies are after the bigger fish.
- I agree.

In this case, the big fish is
a certain professor Larsen,

who uses his island to conduct
experiments with his newest invention.

A thing that will
shake the world.

Strange that this happens after the
disappearance of Professor Pohland,

custodian of
Dr. Mabuse's testament.

He was abducted in
the middle of a sentence.

What did he say?

- Only one word: Death rays.
- Death rays?

That's exactly what professor
Larsen's working on.

I don't like this at all. Get going
and reach out to Admiral Quency.

Quency? I thought he resigned.

No, it was a trick so he could take
over marine defense in the Mediterranean.

- Do you know him?
- I served under him in Norway.

- Okay, I'll take the next flight.
- Excellent.

The safest cover will
be a couple in love.

Yes sir, the cover...

Could you repeat that?

Well, in a small town like Belmar
you alone would be too conspicuous,

and so I hope you'll have a happy holiday
with your girl there.

- So I'd have to take one with me?
- Any objections?

Why? I love girls in due
time, but not when on duty.

I fear you'll have to make
this sacrifice for England.

- That is an order.
- Yeah... I'll do it for England.

Margaret, Anne, Christine...

No, no, no. Dolly... Judy!

I feel like I'm in heaven. I'm
so happy I could die.

You are still needed, baby.

- Ah, Greece! Where is Kolopetinita?
- Kolopeti... what?

- Kolopetinita, where I was born.
- Ah, but we are up here.

Directly over Malta. You see?

I'm dying with excitement.
I still can't believe it.

- Just one more question darling.
- Yes.

- How do they do it on Malta?
- "Do it"?

Getting married. Church
or registry office?

Let's talk about getting married
after the honeymoon, okay?

Oh, yeah...

I wouldn't want them to drive
like that when it's my time.

You don't have any last
wishes on your last ride.

Oh, Kaspar?

This corpse is at your service.
Coming by air from London.

So you escaped them once again.

The English police force isn't
all it's cracked up to be.

- Those goddamn idiots.
- How was your trip?

Not too bad. It's a
coffin with all the extras.

Air holes and a rubber mattress.
Where is the corpse for the funeral?

In the freezer, for three days.

Of course I want to meet the man who is
gonna take my place in the cold grave.

A fisherman. He was a
little bit too nosy.

- You know the chief doesn't like it.
- Oh, I have to make my report!

Step more into the light!
Identify yourself!

Kaspar Acondas, pass
#17. Reporting back.

Did you get here
without any problems?

Yes, chief. A corpse
on the same flight as Major Anders.

Yes, I know. He is with a woman.

They are staying at the
Maltese Cross, room number 26.

I understand, chief. I will get
rid of him as soon as possible.

- You won't do anything without my order.
- Yes, chief.

For now we still need him alive.

You will wait at the
harbour on boat number 13.

Yes, chief. Boat number 13.

- Darling...
- Oh, this is exciting.

I'm here...

- seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...
- What are you counting?

- Sardine boats.
- What's so exciting about them?

More than you can imagine. Sails,
wind, round and beautiful.

Huh, I could offer you something round
as well. Even without binoculars.

Oh what a bed. What
a wonderful bed.

I hope it's enough.

' Bob? Yes?

Something is wrong with you.

You didn't take me with you
just to look at sardine boats?

- I'm sorry but I have a terrible headache.
- But where are you going to?

- The pharmacy.
- I have some Aspirin.

I need something stronger than that.
I'll be right back.

Oh no, first the sardine
boats and now the headache.

- Yes, please?
- Please, I have this prescription here...

- Commander Adams is expecting you, Sir.
- Thank you.

In the name of the chief
I welcome you Major.

- Good Afternoon. But I was expecting...
- Yes, I know. Admiral Quency.

He had to leave on a short notice.
"Operation Archimedes" is in jeopardy.

"Operation Archimedes"?

Our code name for Professor
Larsen's experiment.

His invention is based on the
burning mirror of Archimedes

which he used to set the
Roman fleet on fire.

- A proved and tested method, right.
- Yes, that's right. But his method is new.

You will see it for yourself when
you are on the projection island.

- Such an island isn't on any of the maps.
- That is Professor Larsen's description.

That's what he calls it

because he wants to send his death
rays into space from there.

- Shall we?
- Yes..

- A boat of the Malta Canning Company.
- Who is the owner?

Mario Monta. Or let's say him and his
older brother. He is a friend of Gilda.

The niece of Professor Larsen?

The leader of the fishing fleet
and the niece of the Professor.

A strange combination,
don't you think?

He also seems to be a frogman. There
is some diving equipment right here.

If you keep on searching
you will find mine, too.

Hello Commander Adams.
The fear of all spies.

- I wish it were true.
- What a charming backup.

- How should I take that?
- May I introduce Gilda Larsen to you.

- It's my pleasure.
- Thank you.

You guys from the secret service
are still the most charming.

- How do you know that?
- I'm my uncle's secretary.

- We were notified by London.
- You aren't about to leave?

I'm sorry but Mario and I have
been invited out this evening.

- Hello Major Anders, there you are.
- In the flesh.

You are staying at the
Maltese Cross. Beautiful hotel.

Very much.

We hope to meet your
charming company as well.

Oh, well.

There are no secrets in Belmar,
this is a little town.

- That's good for the secret service.
- Gilda, your uncle is expecting us.

- Yes. I hope you will like it here.
- Oh, I can't complain.

Should you find something
suspicious you can just talk to me.

It's getting late.
We have to go.

Why didn't you bring me
here in a spotlight?

- Isn't she a beautiful girl?
- So what.

After all she is part
of your mission.

- Um, may we come inside, Professor?
- You are already inside.

I'm um... may I introduce our
new special agent? Major Anders.

- Did he at least bring me some money?
- No. He is here to protect you.

Huh, another guy who
thinks he is important.

I am Dr. Krishna. The assistant
of Professor Larsen.

- Good evening doctor.
- Um, if I move this way...

You are an old fox.

If the British government
subsidizes your project...

They don't!

Or if you are just
being financed privately...

Luckily I am.

You are on British territory
and are subject to our...

My own precautions are more than enough.
Thank you Major.

Excuse me, but that
is for us to decide.

As a specialist in hypnosis
and telepathy I'm asking you.

How many moves to the checkmate?

I would have to read
your mind to win.

Without it I don't
have a chance.

Let's show the Major
the laboratory.

Although I doubt he will
understand anything about it.

- Too charming, Professor. - I always am.
- This way, please gentlemen.

That's the elevator.

- Below sea level.
- Precautionary measures Major.

Don't touch anything! This door
here leads to the steel vault.

Please wait here.

I don't like people looking over
my shoulder. Close the door.

No-one knows the combination
apart from him.

- Not even you?
- No-one.

And the lock is made in such a way,
that the slightest manipulation

from someone unauthorized, triggers
the mirror destruction automatically.

Destruction?

There is no way out if someone
works the device wrong.

You can come in now gentlemen.

So this is the home of
Operation Archimedes.

Yeah, it looks like science
fiction, doesn't it?

I hope the concept of science fiction

makes it easier for you to
understand my invention but

here we are fifty meters under the
surface of the earth.

With help of this periscope axis,
the mirror ascends over the water.

Now without a doubt this is
a very important computer.

It steers round the device and focuses
electronically on the target area.

Bonn, Berlin, London,
New York, Moscow...

I set the firing point of the mirror
on any place that I like.

I only need to press
this button, and then.

The targeted city would burn
in fractions of a second.

I'd say you need approximately 7
days to destroy the whole world.

With all the respect professor,
this is the device of the Devil.

You are right Commander.

Whoever controls this weapon
can conquer the world.

That's exactly what
I just thought.

You really thought about everything doctor.
Do you have a 6th sense?

It's only matter of training.

And how much time does someone
need for this "training"?

Five, six thousand years.

Our detection device...

The oscillograph gives information about
everything in the sea.

From the amplitude I can
recognize the type of the ship.

A 6 cylinder diesel, one of the
sardine boats is looking for you.

It must be here. The
navigation's entry point.

The projection island must be
one sail mile to the west.

- There's a light over there.
- Professor Larsen's house.

He just visited the Professor.
So we can start now.

Troop three get ready!

Destination shark cliffs.

Wait in the grotto for
further instructions,

and report any movements
on the Projection Island.

Now full speed ahead. The chief
is expecting us at Midnight...

Judy, Judy...

Oh darling, you're finally here.

How silly, why do you
lie under the bed?

I was afraid being
all alone on it.

- What's that you said darling?
- Nothing...

I had an awful nightmare,
that's why I was afraid.

- What did you dream of?
- A frog, there!

A frog?

- Bob. It was only a dream.
- Maybe it was one, maybe it wasn't.

Ok, the frog is gone.
Get into bed!

What's with the revolver?
I'll just do it.

Troop 4 ready for orders.

Troop 3 is waiting for further
instructions about the sharks.

Good. Everyone will wait for their signal
for the attack on the projection island.

Meanwhile I will secure the inside
access to the death mirror for us.

Through Professor
Larsen's brain.

I know how it works because
I'm playing chess with him.

It is so beautiful here. I don't even
care anymore where you were yesterday.

- Thank you my darling.
- So where were you yesterday?

- With you my darling.
- Yeah, later. But where were you earlier?

Not important. You were the main
attraction. Since when are you jealous?

No, I'm just practical.

You bring me to Malta
and then you don't take advantage of me.

Don't worry. The company
is paying for everything.

- Who are you working for?
- For a solid old fashioned company.

Old fashioned.
Yes, one can tell.

Go and sit down next to the stairs.
I'll take some pictures of you.

- Show me what you got!
- That's a big lens.

Yes, I need depth of field
for the background.

You should rather focus on my frontal view.
I'm hot enough.

Oh my God. What was that?

- A gunshot.
- A what?

See, that's what you get
when you are out all night.

It was probably a
jealous husband.

There is a pharmacy right around
the corner from the hotel.

If I'm not back until noon
you go and deliver this.

Yes, I will do it. There must
be a woman behind all of this!

- May I help you, sir?
- May ask who is living here?

- Who are you looking for, Sir?
- I want to talk to the owner of the house.

What kind of behavior is this, Ferdinand?
You can't let the Major wait outside!

- So you live here, Mr. Monta.
- Yes, I do. My whole families does.

We've been living
here for three hundred years.

Built by Marius Moma, infamous pirate
and captain for the Sultan of Tripoli.

He was caught by the
Maltese knights and... hung!

Wrong. Baptized!

Since then we are a boring Christian
fishing family that deals with sardines.

- And what is up there?
- My brother.

He's probably counting
money right now.

Excuse me if I don't come with you.
But to be honest,

our relationship isn't
the best at the moment.

Hopefully nothing serious.

Huh, it's the old story of the ant and
the cricket. He works and I sing.

- You'll excuse me.
- Sure, I'm sure I'll see you later.

Yes, come in.

Oh, Major. You've
saved me a stamp.

An invitation to my birthday party.
You are coming, right?

Thank you. LI will
be my pleasure.

Don't you want to bring
your charming girlfriend?

- Her name is Judy, right?
- Oh, yes. That's very considerate.

A birthday party is
more fun than a funeral.

Funeral?

Yes, I had another invitation.
It was for my own funeral.

Gilda, here is the layout for
Professor Larsen's contract.

May I introduce Mr. Moma.
This is Major Anders.

My pleasure.

- British Secret Service, right?
- How word travels...

- What is the reason for your visit?
- I was just looking around.

You can see my patio from
here, did you know that?

Someone with a good gun and a
telescope could... shoot at you?

Not just from here. There are
big rocks right behind us.

The church and the tower.

I hope we will see you
here more often, Major.

But now you have to
excuse me please.

And don't forget, we are
fishermen and not hunters.

Glad to hear that Mr. Monta.

Well Major, if someone
does ever shoot at you,

it certainly won't be me.

- I'm a peace loving person.
- Fine, I'm relieved to hear that.

And to prove it... What
are you doing tonight?

- I'll try to stay alive.
- Should you succeed,

- come for a drink on the island.
- And the uncle?

Don't worry about my uncle!
He's playing chess.

Don't be afraid! He won't
hurt you, he's just playful.

- I am Fausto Botani.
- Botani?

You can find me here every day,
such a grave makes a lot of work.

But I do it with pleasure
for my poor Laura.

She loved fresh flowers
more than anything.

Do you have a grave
here as well?

Not yet, I just wanted
to get on the tower.

You've chosen a nice day.

If you're lucky, you
can see the islands.

I'm very interested in islands.
Would you join me?

Oh no, many thanks, there are
far too many stairs for me.

- Goodbye!
- Who should do it?

You! He saw me at the clinic in
London, that's your job Lazlo.

(Alright my b0)'-

What now?

- Hmm?
- The chief! Admiral Quency!

Major Anders, Sir, from London!
I... I...

- Take a seat.
- Thank you.

You've probably been warned about
me, since you don't look at me.

No Admiral.

Incidentally,
I prefer to be called "chief".

Yes, chief.

Well, as we gonna see
each other every day.

Let's get my outer appearance out
of the way once and for all.

I'm wearing this silly cap because
half of my skull is made of metal,

and the black patch because
I'm missing an eye.

I'm using a pan of my amputated
leg as my left cheek,

and that hand is guaranteed
stainless steel.

But fate is kind Major. For this
job only my brain is needed.

- Is that enough?
- Indeed Admi... uh pardon me, chief.

Then we can get started. Now,
what do you have to report?

So far nothing but failures.

My incognito is a complete failure,
the whole island knows who I am.

Excellent, that's
how it was planned.

If you fail as the man in the
foreground, our opponent is distracted

and I have better ways
to close in on him.

- Who's our opponent?
- Professor Larsen.

The man we are
supposed to protect?

That's exactly it, he doesn't
want us to protect him.

He had an old grudge
against England.

We refused to fund the project Archimedes.
He may never forgive us.

Old bullhead.

He doesn't want us to get
our hands on his invention.

But he doesn't want the
other one to get it either.

- The other, who's that?
- The chief of the frogmen.

Aha! So you are responsible for the
four frogmen that were washed ashore.

It's a competition, Major. A swimming
competition one could almost say.

And the prize is the mirror.

In our hands it could be the
guarantee of global peace.

On the contrary, - World
domination, Dr Mabuse's old dream.

Again Mabuse? He seems to be
a hobbyhorse of yours, eh?

He's for me the epitome of evil.

It's all a question of who
has the better nerves.

Or do you think we should
take violent action?

That would be pointless. The vault will
only open with a special code number.

- Yes and only the professor knows it.
- He has an assistant, Dr Krishna.

If Krishna would know it, he would
no longer be the assistant.

The number only exists in the
memory of the professor.

And the memory of the
professor is his niece.

Perhaps you should strengthen the
security measures for these two.

Affirmative! I uh am at it.
To be exact, tonight.

Uh-huh, I know. Sleep well.

Thank you, chief. I will.

Oh, yes there is my
old friend Pluto.

Do you insist on
saying hello to my uncle?

Not necessarily.

- A man like you surely drinks scotch.
- Straight up!

Just like me. I don't like
anything that is watered-down.

Makes life short and dangerous.

Ah! Look at this,
trophy of victory.

Clay pigeon shooting
tournament in Monte Carlo.

Again you are drawing the conclusion
that I could have shot at you.

- Believe me, that's impossible.
- Why?

I never miss.

Also, I never shoot
at men I like.

I need them alive.

- Garde la dame.
- Check!

- I'm afraid.
- Of what?

That I'll fall in love with you.

First I just tried to spy on you a bit,
but actually I like it better this way.

Please, my dear. You fell as much in love
with me, as I fell in love with you.

What did you want to find out?

- What are you plans with my uncle?
- Your uncle?

Yes, he's no longer the same,

he says the weirdest things,
as if he is no longer himself.

You must know that better than me,
you are his memory after all.

That's true, but in your arms
I forget everything, darling.

What do you want
to find out then?

The combination for the
door to the stone.

How should I give it to you. I don't know
it and my uncle doesn't know it either.

- But that's impossible.
- Apparently it changes frequently,

he never knows the
number in advance.

- And who gives him the new one?
- I don't know.

Agent Anders, I'm afraid you
wasted your time with me.

I can't supply you
with any information.

The time wasn't wasted at all.

Not wasted. I have
learned a lot from you.

Don't move. There is
someone at the window.

Major, please. Not like that.

You have to get dressed for your routine
work. I was a special assignment.

Why don't you stay, Major?
I didn't fall asleep.

- Where is your chess partner?
- Mr. Botani is the slave of his dog.

Professor, was someone else on the
island tonight who doesn't belong here?

- Yes. There was someone else.
- Who?

- You, Major!
- Stop it.

- There must've been someone else.
- Nonsense.

No one can set foot on my
island without my finding out.

- But there was a shadow!
- That was my shadow, major!

I was down by the footbridge
to turn on the light.

- We have visitors.
- The ant and the cricket.

Hello Major. What
a remarkable day.

It star-ted with you
and it is finishing with you.

Remarkable.

You also have the honor to witness the
signing of a remarkable contract.

- Did you check the contract?
- Yes, but not in detail.

- I need more time for that.
- Time is money, doctor.

And death rays are
already expensive!

What do you want to kill with those death
rays?

- Sardines?
- Sharks!

If they enter our
fishing grounds.

I'm afraid we are
holding the Major up.

He has a long way back home.
Good night.

Good night Professor.
Good night.

Hands up!

I'd love to cut up
this fish myself.

But for some reason the
boss wants him alive.

Get out!

Look who we have here.
The nurse from London.

Easy, no fooling
around in the coffin.

Out now, the chief
wants to see you.

Get going-

Wait here.

I welcome you Major Anders.

You might have noticed
that you are still alive

although I had more than one
opportunity to get rid of you.

I guess you did it out
of pure sympathy.

- But I have to know everything.
- You are talking about my code.

Exactly. No matter
what the price.

You really seem to think that
everything has its price.

- That whole world can be bought.
- My goal is the death mirror.

Whoever owns it rules the world.

Don't miss your chance, Major.
Do you know who I am?

Dr. Mabuse - Then you also
know that you're going to talk.

Of your own accord, or...
You have 24 hours.

Hey, where are you going? Come back.
Be a good dog.

Now look at that. Wondrous,
wondrous, wondrous.

Caught in the fishing net
of sardine boat number 13.

Put in a coffin and brought
to a mysterious chapel.

Had a chat with a shadow
in a confessional,

and escaped through a stone baptistery
which led directly into the sea.

I can't help it, major. Isn't
that a little hard to believe?

- So where's that chapel.
- Somewhere inside the city walls.

- Where exactly?
- I don't know.

And where does the underground
passageway lead to?

I don't know that either. There's no
entrance from the outside, that's for sure.

You must admit it's not much.

If I were you, I'd
visit the Town Museum.

- Museum?
- A true treasure trove.

There's a collection of town
maps and construction plans,

partly dating back
to the foundation.

- Alright, I'll have a look.
- You do that.

But with your kind permission,
I'll take a nap first.

- Yes, that's an order. You need it.
- Yes, sir.

Sleep well, major. Above
all, no nightmares.

Thank you.

- Ah, you in a hurry? Why?
- I'm going to bed.

- Your bed exploded.
- Exploded?!

- A little present for you. Time bomb.
- What about Judy?

- On vacation.
- What?

Nothing happened to her. We were
warned and could get her out in time.

- And where is she now?
- She's safe.

- Over at audio surveillance B.
- And what is audio surveillance B?

- A brothel.
- What?

Well, she does not have to work.
It's... like the pharmacy.

In the back the secret
service, up front the shop.

Bring me there.

- Where is Judy?
- Pity. She must be busy.

I didn't bring her
to Malta to...

I told you she didn't
have to work here,

but now she's stumbled
into the secret service,

and she gets deployed
according to her talents.

- That's the secret signal.
- This job can be hell.

- Gentlemen, what can I do for you?
- My friend insists on seeing Judy.

Major Anders! It is an honour. You
mean our talented new acquisition.

I think she happens to be free at
the moment. Follow me, please.

Nice you can finally
catch some sleep, major.

The hero has come back after
his victorious battle.

- I'm sorry Judy. I mean it.
- How nice to see you again.

It's my fault that you're
stuck at this terrible...

What are you talking about.

This place is great, I
really like it here.

You like it?

Yes. Why not? Definitely
better than the prison.

They said I knew too much.
And that I'd join them

or they'd have to take me
in protective custody.

- So you chose this right here.
- You and your dirty mind.

Just the bare thought
of it is upsetting.

I don't have to do it
if I don't want to.

Well, that's good to know.

You've been telling me some lies. That you
are working for a respectable company

you secretive fellow.

As far as I'm concerned, good old
England is still a respectable company.

And from now on I'm a
member of this company.

And because we are colleagues
now I decided to forgive you.

And I thank you for that.

After a day like this one can really relax
and enjoy the comfort of a warm bed.

In an establishment like this.

Don't worry,
you don't have to pay for it.

Oh, thank you.

Come in.

Good morning. You have
been recommended to me.

Major Anders from the
British Secret Service.

Oh, of course. Why should you be the
only person who doesn't know who I am.

Shall I give you some other
important information as well?

Hat size 59, collar size 42,
height 1.86 meter, shoe size...

- Are you single?
- Yes.

I'm glad to hear that.

- The director is waiting for you.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Botani.
- Pluto, quiet.

Major Anders. Good
to see you again.

- You are the director of the city museum.
- As you can see.

- Please, take a seat.
- Thank you.

- You probably know why I'm here.
- Yes, your boss informed me.

If I remember correctly you are
looking for a walled chapel, right?

Yes, and it has a secret
corridor from the baptistery

to a grotto right by the sea.

There are many grams
on our coast.

They are former hiding
places of the pirates.

As historian and archeologist

I spent a lot of time studying
old building plans and old maps.

- So you can help me then.
- I'm afraid I have to disappoint you.

There are no records for
what you are looking for.

But the chapel exists.
I was there.

That's strange. There
is nothing in the maps.

Can you read Latin?

Usually I don't but I might
be able to translate it.

Then I might be able to help you.
Mercedes.

Yes.

My dear, please be so kind
and bring me the chronicles

of the arch bishop's
from the vault.

- But... it was sold.
- Sold?

Yes. To help us through the
financial hardships of the museum.

Back when you were on your
trip around the world.

- But how could you...
- But you know this.

You sent us a telegram
with your approval.

Oh, right. Now I remember.
Yes, yes my memory.

I better leave you with Mercedes,
she knows all the books. Please.

Please follow me, Major.

- Let's see what I can do for you.
- Yes. Thank you.

Relax, Pluto.

Mr. Botani hasn't been the
same since his wife died.

Who bought the book?

- A rich man who could afford it.
- Obviously. Who was the lucky guy?

- I'm sure you know him.
- Who is it?

- Mario Monta.
- Oh, that's interesting.

A cricket who reads books in Latin. My
guess would've been the ant, Jason.

Jason wanted it first

but Mario took right in front
of his eyes just to annoy him.

- They don't get along too well.
- How do you know all this?

This is a small town.
We live for the gossip.

Life is so terribly boring here.
Especially at night.

- So, when?
- 9:00 PM. Africa Terrace 32.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Please come in.

I've been eagerly
waiting for you.

How nice of you.

Very nice.

I can be much nicer.

- And you type just as well.
- Not nearly as well as this.

Who could.

Hm, expensive perfume.
A charming dress.

This is all I'm wearing.

- Turn on the music.
- Sure.

- Let's drink to...
- A long life.

Why not. A long life!

Just to be completely
on the safe side.

- A long life!
- Are you always this cautious?

- Only with women.
- So many bad experiences?

But I agree. There
are women and women.

I will show you the difference.

Darling, hold me tight.

It's pretty difficult
to get rid of a body.

Especially when
it's still alive.

Because luckily I'm wearing
a bullet proof vest.

And now we're gonna talk
about things my way.

I won't say a thing.

You do it for money, huh.
Who is paying you?

Let me go.

It's bad manners to kill people.

But sometimes my manners
aren't the best either.

I gonna punch your yellow
face green and blue.

Who is paying you? Who?!

- The chief.
- Who is the chief?

He is behind you.

I'm not deaf. What's the matter?
Oh, excuse me Major Anders.

- I'd like to speak to the Admiral.
- I'm sorry, he isn't here.

- Do you know where he is?
- No. I'm sorry. I don't know.

But I have to talk to him.
It's very important.

The chief is never available

but if he wants' to get hold of someone
he will be in touch. Good night.

Oh, Bob you are back.
Finally a real man.

I feel like I'm in a cloister.

And who is this? The snoring thing
in your bed is the mother superior?

He suddenly walked through the door.
Drunk.

I didn't like him so I gave
him some sleeping pills.

You should've heard
him talking in his sleep.

What did he say?

I didn't pay attention.

Pay attention then, it could
be something interesting!

- Something about Gilda's birthday.
- Gilda.

And fireworks going off
and some other nonsense.

Nonsense. Nonsense you say. Judy you've
found out when they will strike.

- Gilda's birthday party is tomorrow.
- And who is Gilda?

- A girl.
- I knew it.

And you know her.

You are out with girls
while I have to stay at this brothel

and live like a nun.

This is not the right
place to make a scene.

That is where you are wrong.

You can learn a lot about the
shabby character of men here.

And what have you learned
from this shabby person?

Nothing. I don't know anything.

All I can say is that he
smells like a dead fish.

A fish. Does he have
any papers on him?

- I didn't find any, just this weird thing.
- Show me this weird thing!

A watchmaker's eye glass!

A watchmaker with hands as big as his?
Look at my wrists.

Listen, this is important.

When your bad smelling friend leaves
you have to follow him. Understand?

Be careful. Good Luck.

- Hey, when am I gonna see you again?
- You won't have time to miss me.

Yeah, he's already
told me this one...

Oh, Adams. I have told
Judy to shadow someone.

Look after her in case she
gets into any trouble.

- I hope I won't get into a fight.
- I want you Io watch out for her!

One more thing, where
can I find the Admiral?

- I have no clue.
- But I think I have a clue.

- At the confessional.
- Confessional? Isn't he a Protestant?

- Bob!
- Women behind wheels...

- You must come with me immediately.
- Where to?

To the island. My uncle
wants to talk to you.

Yesterday he'd
almost kicked me out.

After everyone had left last
night he had another visitor.

- And who was it?
- The shadow.

It was very strange.

The shadow of a man suddenly appeared.
He was as close as you,

- I could've touched him.
- But you couldn't recognize him?

No.

Tell me everything
exactly how it happened.

Everything was so mysterious. He
asked me for the code numbers.

- And you gave them to him.
- How could I? I don't know them myself.

- You don't know them?
- No.

I associate the numbers
with imaginary pictures.

Then I forget the numbers and only
remember the pictures, in self-hypnosis.

And if someone knew the
picture in your imagination?

It wouldn't help them.

Only I can associate
it with the numbers.

The shadow bothers me. Can
you describe him any closer?

Well, it was just a shadow.
Wait, I recognized something.

- He had a strange walk.
- A strange walk?

- Yes.
- That's very interesting.

I want to ask you to
stay on the island.

- Would you like to?
- Sure.

Good. Gilda, would you please
take care of the Major.

My pleasure, uncle.
Come with me, Major.

- This is your room.
- Very nice.

- Where does this door go to?
- To another guest room. It is locked.

That is Mario's diving suit.
Sometimes he stayed here over night.

- Does he sleep here often?
- Not anymore.

He seems to have a
remarkable literary taste.

Same with pajamas. Your size?

Thank you. I'll barely use them.
Good night.

As you like. Good night.

You can put your mind at rest.

You'll be totally undisturbed here.
At least where I'm concerned.

- May I disturb your reading?
- Colonel Matson!

We are neighbors.
Surprised, huh?

Nothing here can
surprise me any longer.

- But how did you...
- I thought I should come.

The situation is
getting more critical

and the reports reaching us
in London are confused.

No wonder, because some things
are indeed confused here.

Please take a seat.
Professor Larsen for example.

Until now we had to force our
protective measures onto him

and tonight he is
asking me for help.

Not one minute too early.

He attack of the Projection island
is planned for tomorrow evening.

A nice way to celebrate Miss.
Larsen's birthday.

How do you know all this? I
just found it out today.

Oh well, we have our sources.

Do you have any idea from where
the attack could be expected?

I have... If I may
show this to you.

I assume that the frogmen
will come out of the grotto

that is connected to
the cemetery's chapel.

The entrance to the old chapel
is hidden by this old guy here.

The brigade group of
frogmen is ready, chief.

Send them as backup
to the shark cliffs.

They will start the
second wave of attacks.

Yes, chief.

All further orders will come
from the professor's house.

- I will be at the birthday party.
- Yes, chief.

- Everyone through the passage way.
- Kaspar!

- Yes, chief.
- Remove all evidence in the chapel.

The secret service
found out about it.

They shall find nothing
but an empty confession.

Yes, chief.

I guess now you
are disappointed.

Why? I went out to catch a frog and I
caught a spy. What have you done there?

Only his duty. Let
him go, Major.

May I introduce to you the dear Dr.
Krishna.

Working on the same case
for the secret service.

I already had the pleasure.
Why was I not informed?

That's the law of
the secret service.

Never let the left hand know
what the right is doing.

Please excuse me dear colleague

but frogmen after midnight
make me feel suspicious.

I was suspicious, too.

That's why I inspected
our frogmen.

Because I guess all hell
will break loose soon.

- I'm ready.
- That depends on the chief.

The mirror of death
is ready for combat.

Admiral Quency, ready for
combat as well as I can see.

A purely precautionary
measure, Major.

You never know who you
will run into in the dark.

There are times when you
know it just too well.

Are you interested to find
out what I have discovered?

Yes, of course.

I came to discuss the current
state of things, gentlemen.

But first I have to add a
piece of information myself.

- The balloon will go up tomorrow.
- Maybe even today.

- Mr. Botani's secretary has been shot.
- Yes.

- Excuse me for bothering you Gilda but...
- You aren't disturbing me, uncle.

I can't sleep. I'm
worried about what will happen

one clay after I'm
not here anymore.

But uncle, you are so
healthy I envy you.

No. That's not what
I mean, Gilda.

But if suddenly something
should happen to me

no one will be there who
could open the steel arch.

Because no one except me
knows the code numbers.

I have to share the secret.
But I don't know with who.

- And what about Jason Monta?
- Monta may be very reliable.

Yes, he has helped me a lot with the money.
But absolute power ruins people.

In the wrong hands my invention could
be a catastrophe for the whole world.

Would you trust me?

Gilda, you are still so young

and the responsibility is big.
Gigantic!

Uncle, I would never betray you.
Never. Ever.

If you would do that you wouldn't
betray me, but the whole world.

0k, listen.

The code is an imaginary picture
from which you can get the numbers.

It's the picture
of a chess board

with the end position
of the 11th round

of the master match at the
tournament in Baden-Baden 1925.

Only the numbers,
not the letters.

The position numbers
of the white figurines

are to be turned to the
left on the steel door.

The black ones, to the right.

There is this hellish machine.

Via the planets the rays can be
reflected to every point on the earth.

What is the source of an
energy this powerful?

- This. This is the soul of the machine.
- A small box like that.

Satellites in space are controlled
by even smaller machines.

The main thing is
this synthetic ruby.

With its help light beams are bundled and
structured after the laser principal.

They are sent between two
mirrors, bombarding each other,

until they multiply their
power to the point,

where they can explode
in any given direction.

Sardine boat number 13?

- We'll give this fat fish some bait.
- You mean the code number?

- Yes. We have to give it to them somehow.
- Mabuse? But we don't know who he is.

We don't but the professor
will give it to them.

You are in a deep, deep sleep.
Can you hear me?

- I can hear you.
- I have a message for the shadow.

He was here.

When he comes back you
give him the code numbers.

I don't know the numbers.

When he comes back you
give him the code numbers.

When he comes back I'll
give him the numbers.

8 right, 7 left, 6
right, 5 left, 4 right.

And when the shadow comes you
will give him the numbers.

I will give him the numbers.

- And then you will forget them.
- Then I will forget them.

- Good morning, professor.
- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes, excellent.

- But I had strange dream.
- A strange dream?

The shadow came back. He
asked me for the code.

- Did you give it to him?
- How could I?

I don't know the code.

But the strange thing is
that in my dream I knew it.

So in your dream you knew it?

There's Gilda, I want to
wish her a happy birthday.

- My best wishes for your birthday.
- Thank you.

- Doesn't the ocean look incredible.
- Yes, it's a beautiful day.

- Don't you want to come with me?
- No, no.

- Are you Mr. Larsen?
- Wait, I'll come and get it.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

They are fantastic, my first flowers.
Who are they from?

No card. An anonymous admirer.

- That's why they smell so sweet.
- Strange. It's far too heavy.

Get down!

0h, my God! That was close.

- If I hadn't thought of the eye piece.
- You thought of an eye piece?

You need it to repair watches
or bombs with a timer.

- But who would do something like this?
- Maybe one of your... team mates

to raise the stakes?

- Let me go inside.
- Keep your hands off.

- It can turn out bad the next time.
- That's a risk I have to take.

Thank you, Bob.

What is your goddamn
ambition good for?

- Is this game really worth it?
- If the stakes are this high.

Tonight after the party we could
spend some time together.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Tonight's party is
going to be... the bomb.

You will have a lot
of uninvited guests.

One group of the frogmen will
transport the death mirror.

- Already taken care of, chief.
- The diving bell?

- Ready.
- The submarine?

Out of the radar's reach.

The enemy has been warned. We
will attack earlier than planned.

Excuse me.

Do you have enough to drink?

- Where is the Admiral?
- In his room.

Are you sure?

He thinks that his face
wouldn't fit in at a party.

- That could also be an excuse.
- And are you gonna suspect me next?

- It's my privilege.
- Well, cheers then.

- Judy!
- No names!

Agent 008 at your service.

These two look
particularly suspicious to me.

My compliments Agent 0O8. You
did very good work last night.

If he is talking about the date
of the attack, I have to agree.

- I only did my duty.
- Now you are a real member of the service.

Judy, oh pardon me, Agent OO8
should take care of Gilda.

- Are you armed?
- Yes, sir. I'm prepa... I have all...

- What does she have?
- Wait. It was right here.

I found it, I'm ready.

Finally I get to meet your little
charming blonde girlfriend.

- Judy, right?
- This is Gilda Larsen.

Oh, I have to congratulate you then.
How old are you now?

- Definitely not younger.
- Yes, if that would only be possible...

Where did Bob hide
you for so long?

- She is umm...
- At a resort for rich men's daughters.

That sounds nice.

- I'm sure you'd like it there.
- Really?

You would get along with
the girls there perfectly.

Why don't you show
her around a little bit?

Of course,

I'm sure she will like it.
Right, Bob?

I'm glad the two are
getting along so well.

- Good evening.
- Mr. Botani. Where is your company?

Pluto is at home. He
doesn't like parties.

- I thought you were inseparable.
- Oh, he doesn't mind.

- Where is the professor?
- He wants to rest a little.

I have something for
Gilda, excuse me.

- Flowers from his wife's grave.
- Don't, Major.

Yes, Colonel.

The Montas are arriving.

They left the flood light on.

- Do you think it's a sign?
- Maybe.

Get on with it. You will
take care of the shore.

The others stay for the
second wave of attacks.

Best of luck guys.

- Mario is dead.
- How?

- Frogman.
- Go tell his brother.

Mr. Monta, your brother
has been shot.

I'm going to the Admiral.
You take over the command.

- Yes sir.
- Have they already arrived?

I guess so. Make sure
the ladies are safe.

Come with me, ladies.
You too, Judy.

- But I'm part of the secret service.
- Go with the professor.

- Can't I help?
- Go.

- We have to get to the laboratory, quick.
- Yes but does the elevator work?

Yes, it has its own power unit.

Everyone is waiting here until
we get the sign to attack.

Close the door.

The bait has been thrown. All we can do
now, is wait until the fish takes it.

- Several boats. Ours are among them.
- Turn off the light.

I will definitely not
miss when I shoot.

Enough with your
silly jokes, Major.

Put your hands up.
Nice and slowly.

- I'm sorry but one will do in my case.
- No, both!

- He can't. Are you crazy?
- I'm afraid it looks like it.

- I'm sorry Major.
- I thank you very much Doctor.

You fool, this is Mabuse!

Please!

The red button that will
bring the decision.

World domination is in
reach of my little finger.

Finally my destiny is fulfilled.

You are right but your
destiny will be the gallows.

The later the evening, the
more beautiful the guests.

Freeze, don't move. I don't
want to disturb the henchman.

Yes, you could
really be my twin.

Your masquerade was almost successful.
But only almost.

- And I believed it.
- Let's talk business now.

I would recommend you put
away your guns first.

Great idea.

My finger is on the red button.

Should someone shoot at me I'd
still have enough time to push it.

The rays will be thrown
to earth via the moon.

And the world would die with me.
You have exactly three seconds,

to drop your tiny
weapons at my feet.

I'm not joking Major Anders.

One, two, three...

You have overlooked a
little detail Dr. Mabuse.

I took the liberty of
removing the synthetic ruby.

This huge machine can't even light
a cigarette without the stone.

Ok, the show is over. Let's
see who was playing the lead.

Look at this. The chess
partner of the professor.

The man who never left his
wife's grave without flowers.

Let's bring this
nice guy upstairs.

- Hands up!
- Get down, chief!

Let's get out of here.

- They can't make it far.
- No.

Let's start Operation Dolphin. Send the
order to our underwater combat teams.

- Give me cover.
- Adams! Don't be a fool!

Adams!

Everyone back to boat number 13!

Attention everybody!
Attention everybody!

Order from the Admiral:

None of these guys must get
back to sardine boat number 13.

There they are. Don't
let them through.

You swim over here
and you over there.

We are attacking!
Everybody to the front!

Looks good, doesn't it?

In memory of the
mirror of death.

The most powerful invention of our
times and this is the rest of it.

And yet Professor Larsen
had to destroy his work.

- The world wasn't ready for it.
- I guess you are right.

Why so negative?
You did good work.

Botani could escape.

We did our best and looked for
him everywhere. He must be dead.

Are you sure?

- That is Pluto.
- The dog.

He always was right
next to Botani.

Pluto should've given us the hint that
Botani was behind the mask of Mabuse.

Faster!

Coast guard! Attention everyone!
Attention everyone!

Hearse on coastal road
heading to the airport.

Get your guns ready,
something is up.

They are coming closer.
Get ready.

Okay, now.

It wasn't me. It was Mabuse.

He used my brain...

It wasn't me - it was Mabuse.
He used my brain.

Dogs can sense things that are
hidden from the human mind.