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Help! Help!

No!

No no no!

In the theater you have to be careful where you step.

Your advice comes a bit late.

- What are you looking for in this theatre? - Strange question.

I came to see the show.

- Every evening? - I like it.

Which part?

Who are you working for, and how much do you know?

About what?

- I'm talking about,"Operation X" - "Operation X"?

Never heard of it.

Why did you want to get into the dressing room of Liane Martin?

- I'm an autograph hunter. - Sense of humour, eh?

I just don't appreciate it.

Just what do you know about "Operation X"?

I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Then I'll help you to remember.

Max, I have a job for you.

This guy won't co-operate, he doesn't want to talk.

See if you can persuade him, Max.

Ah! Ah!

I hope this convinces you.

Talking is easier and less painful.

Be more careful Max, torture is a delicate art.

You have to know when to stop.

There is nothing to be gained from the dead.

Now I'll ask the questions:

So, what do you know about Operation X?

Lift him up.

Look at me.

You've gone too far, Max. He can't even see me.

But I can hear you, and I know who you are.

Then unfortunately I have to send you on a very long journey.

Another customer must have forgotten his coat.

From New York, a yank.

That's what happens every night.

Well, I'll leave it out. Someone may come by and pick it up.

Good night, Rudi.

Good night.

Open, push, well, finished soon?

Yes, soon.

What are you moving the trunk, for? What is it this time?

Do not stick your nose in things that don't concern you.

I was only asking...

Go away! Get away I said!

Mistakes like that, shouldn't happen.

Nick Prado should have been food for the sharks, long ago.

Number seventeen, come over here.

How did it happen that the trunk was left on the pier so long,

that the dogs got at it?

The longshoremen called a surprise strike.

For 24 hours we were faced with a complete lockout.

- Something nobody could foresee. - You must foresee everything.

And when your adversary is the FBI, nothing must be left to chance.

Who saw the trunk being loaded?

One of our own guys, a driver and a stage door attendant.

He just happened to see it.

No, no, I did not see anything.

Not a word comes from my lips. I have a wife and children...

Stop your sniveling! This is just a warning.

You have your choice to keep your mouth shut, or be liquidated.

No, no word comes from my lips,

not a single syllable. I swear.

Not a word, not a single word, I swear.

- Number 12 and 13, keep an eye on him. - Yes sir!

That's one more FBI man eliminated, and the next one will get the same.

We'll be there soon, so I demand increased vigilance

constant readiness and ruthless execution

of my orders. When does our man arrive?

The plane will land in 20 minutes, sir.

Have you anything to declare?

No, just my personal belongings

and an old Indian blanket from Oklahoma.

Indian blankets are duty free.

What can I do for you?

I'd like some eyeglasses. Preferably with tortoise-shell frames.

Near or far sighted?

Bi-focals, as prescribed by an eye clinic in Washington.

There is a stigmatism in the left eye.

And a weakness of the inner eye muscle.

Thanks, that's right. This way.

If you don't mind.

In here.

Now, would you please read off five letters on the third line from the bottom.

E D G A R

- Joe Como! - Inspector Brown.

You've been expected. Come in.

Thank you.

Please take a seat.

Coffee?

Please.

Perhaps you're surprised at our rather

complicated security precautions.

But, our situation is such, that our security

division finds it imperative right now.

Yes I see that.

And how is the eyewear business going?

Smooth.

What do you expect with so many short sighted people.

But our real business is miserable.

Only yesterday the police discovered the body of a man,

in a trunk.

I have a feeling the body,

is your colleague Nick Prado from the FBI.

Prado?

And you'll have to identify him.

And you brought me all the way from Washington, for that?

You were recommended to me by a colleague.

He claims that at the time Dr. Mabuse disappeared,

- you gathered valuable information. - Who are we up against?

I don't know.

But he must be the head of a highly active organization.

Mysterious. Intangible. Just like Mabuse.

A controlling force in the dark

that reaches its claws for "Operation X"

determined to beat us.

So. What is "Operation X"?

I do not have any information about that.

As you know every individual knows only small details,

so they can never reveal the whole scheme. Not even under torture.

But I know this much:

The importance and implications of "Operation X"

might even super-cede all super bombs and missiles.

That dangerous?

Disastrous.

And Nick Prado, your colleague from the FBI, must have been on the trail.

But unfortunately he cannot tell us anymore.

Well it'll be easy for me to identify him.

He has red hair and a mustache.

And a left wisdom tooth that unfortunately did not help him.

For you, Mr. Como. Here.

There must be some mistake.

Stay away from dead people,Como! Death is contagious.

There aren't many who survive it like I did.

- An old friend who wants to help you. Mabuse.

Excuse me, I want to see the body

you found in the trunk.

You too? He seems to be our most popular guest.

There's a lady who wants to see him, also.

The police were here too, after the autopsy.

But so far, nobody even knows his name.

You can view him together.

Number 6.

A friend of yours?

I never saw him.

May I take you out for some fresh air?

Is this the one you are looking for?

I don't know him.

Excuse me, but...

I am afraid of the dead.

Dead people, or seemingly dead ones.

Allow me to take you home?

No thanks, I feel a lot better.

I thought we might have something to talk about. - And?

This is a strange coincidence, we are both looking for someone.

I am not looking for anyone.

But what were you doing here at the morgue, then?

I'm not obliged to give you an explanation.

Good day.

Oh, excuse me, I did not introduce myself.

My name is Joe Como.

Excuse me, but I'm in a hurry.

Taxi! Taxi!

You don't need a taxi, you're coming with me.

Who are you?

My name is Hase, from the police.

- Police, you? - Why not?

David was small, he slew Goliath,

what's my size got to do with it?

Did you bring your slingshot with you?

Oh, there's more than one way to skin a cat.

Hey! Look over there!

Here we are. Come on, let's go.

Bravo Mr. Hase, you're efficient.

Extremely efficient.

Am I being arrested?

No, just going for a ride, that's all. My chief wants to speak to you.

About what?

About the special interest you seem to show in that corpse.

I was more interested in that beautiful brunette.

She was requested to come, too.

We found her phone number in the dead man's raincoat.

Very interesting.

I would like to have the number.

Who is she?

The dancer Liane Martin from the Metropol Theater.

And where are we going now, if I'm permitted to ask?

In the cells?

Yes, under lock and key. He is at your disposal.

Very efficient, My dear Mr. Hase Very efficient.

That's the thing you like to hear from your boss.

You arrested a famous colleague. Joe Como of the FBI.

A secret agent?

You kept that quiet.

Great move.

You see, I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.

But to get to the point.

The dead man was Nick Prado.

As I thought.

Well, is that the end of my mission?

On the contrary, it's just beginning.

Please take a seat.

Thank you.

When we find Nick Prado's' murderer, and we must find him,

then we'll have the clue to this "Operation X" that he was following.

I know the clue. Dr. Mabuse.

Mabuse? He's dead.

You believe that.

Then he writes from the hereafter.

Let me see that.

- This is a blank sheet. - What?

The writing has disappeared.

That should have happened with my schoolwork,

then I would never have failed.

But that's typical of his style. What was written on it?

Nothing, as you could see.

Back to Nick Prado.

We found his coat in a revue theater

named the Metropol.

How do you know it was his coat?

The trunk in which the body was found was a theatrical wardrobe trunk.

We inquired in the relevant variety shows,

nobody wanted to know anything about the case

but in the search we came to a leftover coat

with the label of a New York company.

So in the theater you found his coat.

Yes, it seems certain that Nick Prado was there.

And? Is this everything?

No, there is something else.

We found a long blond hair on the dead man's coat.

You could get a pretty close shave, with that thing, eh.

I use an electric razor myself.

Let me try something.

Pretty sharp...

The theater reminds me of Maestro Diabolo,

the great illusionist,

he had an elephant disappear on the open stage.

That's a lot easier with a human.

And the transportation would be no problem.

Wasn't Transas the same firm that moved that trunk with the body?

Transas is a big shipping company

with a warehouse in the Sternstra�e.

The trunk was sent to a non-existent address

- in Australia. - And who was the sender?

Of course, he does not exist either.

What did you find out at Transas?

Mm, not all drivers have been questioned yet.

Many are on overland travel,

Besides, the owner won't come back till tomorrow morning. He's out of town.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Where's he going?

Don't ask me.

Hands up!

What are you doing around here?

Who are you?

I happen to be the boss of this warehouse.

Your identity will be determined by the police.

That won't be necessary, I'm from the police myself.

You?

That's right Mr. Transas.

If you don't believe me, look,

my identification papers are in my breast pocket.

Of course, that's different.

By the way, my name is Droste.

We did not expect you until tomorrow.

I was able to do my business earlier.

But may I ask

what brings you here at this hour of the night.

I had a certain suspicion...

I suppose it's about that trunk murder.

My assistant told me about it.

The police seems to have our company

confused with a funeral home.

Well, in a manner of speaking, you're both in the transport business.

We transport everything, including corpses,

All officially declared, in coffins.

We don't know anything about a corpse in a suitcase.

We are not a customs office and are not responsible for the content.

One of your vans was at the "Metropol" on the night in question,

which one was it?

We have more than 200 vans, with more than 300 drivers.

Of course, I will look into the matter

as soon as all drivers are back.

The road was perfectly clear, they obviously planted a fake detour.

The driver knew where the trunk came from, so he had to die.

I am of the opinion,

There must be a woman behind this whole affair.

The hair was blond, so it was a blonde killer.

This case is hardly so simple.

Or do you also believe in Hase's new theory?

Huh, I do not even believe in my own theory.

Our profession is nothing more than a series of false theories,

which sometimes lead to the right result through further errors.

If it depends on mistakes, I am a genius.

He is a genius. What do you have there?

Unless I'm mistaken, it's a stage hands hook, from the theatre.

"Metropol"...

I didn't see anything, I saw nothing at all.

You were at the stagedoor, weren't you?

You must know something, you're shaking with fear.

What are you afraid of?

What should I be afraid of?

I don't know anything. Absolutely nothing, I tell you.

What was loaded in the van?

Was it a trunk case?

Hello, Rudi.

Is there mail for me?

No, no, nothing today.

Well, maybe tomorrow.

I hope this kind gentleman will forgive the intrusion.

Alright now, tell me what you know.

What was going on then?

Nothing.

Out with it! Come on!

Nothing.

What's the name of the man who just asked for mail?

Bobo, the clown.

His hair is pretty long and blond.

Help me, help, help, no!

Excuse me, I was just about to knock.

How long have you been here?

I just got here this moment.

Weren't you just in my dressing room?

I told you, I just got here.

No, it wasn't you,

I'd have seen your in the mirror.

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

Someone was in my dressing room. He stood behind me and...

I clearly felt his breath on my neck and...

and when I turned around, nobody was there at all.

Well you've just finished your scaffold scene,

no wonder you have a strange feeling on the back of your neck.

Stay with me, please.

He's still here, I...

There, behind the screen.

It was just your imagination,

there's nothing to be scared of.

I am scared.

Maybe that's the same fear that prevented you

from recognising the dead man.

I have never seen him in my life.

I would like to help you, but you are hiding something from me.

Yes, who is it?

Oh, sorry, I did not mean to bother...

The gentleman was just about to leave.

He brought me an offer from New York, but I...

I have no interest in going to Broadway at the moment.

In contrast to me.

If you ever need a musical clown,

maybe you'll think of me.

Don't worry, I'll remember you.

Your face is very telling and your hair is wonderfully blonde.

It's all very clear.

The man was badly drunk, and run over by a truck.

He must have been coming from over there.

No trace of tire-marks to be found.

Now the question is was it an accident or a murder.

This was no accident,

the doorman was a witness, so he had to die too.

Did you learn that in your correspondence with Dr. Mabuse?

Excuse me inspector,

but you can't handle this case with conventional police methods.

Oh, you seem too brilliant for us, Joe Como.

What a good policeman needs is a mind to think,

two legs to walk and a backside to sit on.

It gets difficult

if you confuse the function and think with the backside.

Nevertheless, We need to find out

why the stage porter was drunk.

Well, someone gave him a bottle of French cognac.

Someone...named Liane Martin.

Does that surprise you?

Liane Martin.

Yes hello?

Am I connected to Beethovenstra�e 32?

Yes.

Excuse me, I would like to speak to Liane Martin.

She is not at home.

Would you tell her that...

You have nothing to say to her, and should you be the man

that's been bothering her for the last few days, I'm warning you.

- Who is this speaking? - Her husband!

You!

I'm sorry, the door was open.

It looks like you're moving out. What's wrong?

I do not have time to talk to you.

Perhaps.

I do not want to disturb you, I just want to talk to your husband.

My husband? I don't have a husband.

I telephoned half an hour ago,

someone said that he was your husband.

I've been home for more than half an hour.

And there was nobody in the house, certainly not a man.

He talked on that phone, and I heard him.

On that telephone? That's impossible.

So, is there anyone?

I don't believe it.

Liane.

What do you want from me?

You seem to be hiding some secret.

What do you mean?

That's what I want to ask you.

What are you running away from?

I'm not running, I'm moving.

Yes, but in a panic.

Liane, I ask for your trust

I mean well.

Tell me the truth?

Many peculiar things have been happening to me.

Oh, your imaginary men,

which disappeared all of a sudden.

Be careful, they may hear you.

Liane, listen.

There are atoms, electrons and Einstein's theory,

but no ghosts.

Madame, we are done upstairs.

Thank you.

If I ask, would you mind telling me where you are going?

Temporarily to a hotel, my furniture is being stored by the company Transas.

I know a good one here, the Grand hotel.

I guarantee there are no ghosts there.

- And it has one advantage. - What?

I live there.

Please, I would like to change my room.

Anything wrong with the room you have now?

No, not at all, but I heard

the dancer Liane Martin lives here.

Room 315-316.

I'd like room 317, please.

Oh yes, you just got a phone message.

Your reading glasses are ready.

Thank you.

I received your message, what's new?

I have a letter from the Ministry of the Interior here.

Our government has an agreement with Washington

for the exchange of information.

And I have just been informed about "Operation X".

I'm also authorized to tell you about it.

High time that you finally see something clear.

"Operation X" is a criminal operation,

to acquire the invention of Professor Erasmus.

You mean the Nobel Prize winner?

The one who didn't appear at the ceremony?

The professor never appears in public.

He never leaves the secret laboratory

of the cosmographic institute behind closed armored doors.

He lives only for his work.

Which work?

An apparatus to make matter invisible.

Solid matter invisible?

- Even human beings? - Yes even humans.

So there are ghosts.

Oh, living dead who write little notes, you mean?

No no.

Let's stick to people of flesh and blood,

for example Dr. Bardorf, assistant to Professor Erasmus.

Like every human being, he is worried

that this invention could fall into the wrong hands.

That's why he made himself available to us.

He will introduce you to the technical background of "Operation X".

Please visit him immediately.

Here is your entry card.

Journey to the Moon?

Afternoon performance in the planetarium.

Yes, but be sure you don't take the wrong seat number.

It is a very special seat.

With apparatus for the hard of hearing.

The eternal clock in the sky, which has been spinning since the beginning of time,

and the eternal vision of the stars,

which was observed by Chaldean shepherds,

the eternal immutable that changes with each passing day,

it almost seems presumptuous to penetrate into these vast spaces,

whose omens must remain eternally incomprehensible to the human mind.

But maybe that's why the star is watching...

The man who just arrived,

Row two, seat four,

is requested to go to the meteorite exhibition room next door

and to wait next to meteorite number four,

until he is approached.

Build on knowledge, because neither,

as little as we know the events of the universe,

so little do we know about the events,

which are drawn to the human artist and his imagination.

Please come with me.

Dr. Bardorf?

I'm assigned to

explain you the technical details of "Operation X" to you,

or at least to explain the main principals.

This way please.

This is our satellite control room,

which is in constant communication with the artificial terrestrials.

What are these signals?

This staccato peg is the signal from Explorer Seven.

The humming comes from Vanguard One, and this chirping,

that's Sputnik four.

Just what do satellites have to do with "Operation X"?

Much.

They tell us that cosmic dust,

the real primal matter, is invisible to the human eye.

And that means?

That invisibility is a pristine state.

But matter need not be re-converted to cosmic dust

to become invisible.

An airplane propeller is

invisible when it's made to rotate at a certain speed.

Just like this electric fan.

Well, let's assume

that there is a target behind the rotating fan,

and that you fire a bullet at it,

Our bullet would either find a gap between the blades and

go through smoothly,

or else she would hit a propeller blade and get stuck.

But if we take a machine gun,

which is syncronised with the rotations of the fan,

the bullets will go through the gap unhindered and

reach the target.

I'll see what you're getting at.

But your comparison doesn't fit.

Like any comparison, but it helps to grasp ideas.

Suppose the target is the human eye,

the bullets are the light particles.

Between them is matter.

The lighting elements must hit a gap,

to be able to go through.

When you say, gap,

you mean the space between the electrons.

And every atom is just like a solar system,

in which electrons and protons revolve.

The universe merely consists of a series of vibrations of varying frequencies.

And solid matter is only one of them.

Right,

and if we can co-ordinate the vibrations of matter...

With the frequency of the vibration of lightwaves,

then the rays go through unhindered,

like the bullets through the propeller.

That is to say, reach the target: The human eye.

In which case, matter becomes invisible.

The principle is clear to me, but

how do you coordinate unequal frequencies?

This is the real secret of Professor Erasmus.

A frequency coordinator...

no bigger than a transistor radio,

a cloak of invisibility,

which makes their wearer invisible with the push of a button.

And is this modern cloak of invisibility ready?

I assume the professor has made progress.

You suppose?

You're his assistant, shouldn't you know?

I have not seen the professor since the day of his car accident.

He was hurt?

The clinic in which he was operated gave no information.

And then - after his release?

He closes himself behind the armored door of his laboratory.

Is he protecting himself from others, or protecting others from himself?

He does not open to anyone, not even the police.

Are you absolutely sure

this man in the secret laboratory is Professor Erasmus?

Who else could it be?

Maybe someone who was swapped with him in the clinic.

What an absurd idea.

Perhaps.

The demonstration in the planetarium is almost over,

go back inconspicuously.

I will do that.

Good day.

Good day.

And thank you very much.

And so we end the journey to the moon.

Our spaceship returns

back to the circle of attraction of the earth.

From the eternal darkness of outer space, in...

Excuse me, but that's my seat.

Excuse me please...

Stay in your seats. Nobody touch the body.

The man just died,

how did you get here so fast?

I've been here for sometime, sir. Special detail for your protection.

I understand.

You're so good that I could be the one that's dead.

We've searched everywhere, without success.

There were only three people who knew where I was sitting.

You inspector, Dr. Bardorf and Hase.

You forget the fourth, you yourself.

I am neither my own murderer nor Mabuse.

Why are you looking at me like that, do you think I'm Dr Mabuse?

- You serve his interests. - Me?

Yes!

Anyone who still doubts the existence of Dr. Mabuse,

helps him involuntarily.

This is not a police case, only intuition counts here.

Intuition can be deceiving.

The blond hair from the clown's wig, is not the same as the hair

we found on Nick Prado.

So the clown was not the killer.

Unless he has more than one wig.

One thing is certain:

All trails lead back again to Transas and the "Metropol".

There are the rat holes, but the rat itself remains invisible.

What do you mean by that?

Are you sure inspector,

that we haven't already lost the race

for "Operation X"?

That would be unthinkable.

One thing I know for sure, we have to catch it,

at all costs.

And now I know, too

whom I must not lose sight of.

What was that? Who was screaming?

That was in the dressing room.

What happened?

Liane, can you hear me?

What is it, her heart?

Please call a doctor quickly

maybe there's one in the audience.

Is he still here?

Who, who?

Was someone here?

I just had a sip of champagne, as always after the performance,

when suddenly...

Was it the invisible man?

Yes. This time he kissed me.

And what happened then?

You think I'm going crazy.

If I think you're crazy, then I must be, too.

You believe me?

Every word.

But please do not speak to anyone about it.

We'll both end up in the madhouse.

I would be ashamed to talk about it.

Kissed by invisible men, I sound like an old maid.

My god! He's still here.

I am Dr. Krone,

Head of the Segendorfer mental hospital.

Fortunately, I was in the auditorium.

That's very nice of you, Doctor,

but it was just a little fainting fit,

This happens to me sometimes after the performance.

I'm glad to see, your head is back on your shoulders where it belongs.

Come on please, ladies, everybody outside, please.

Well, that will do you good.

Now you'll be able to rest. You'll feel much better.

And don't worry, you're as strong as a horse.

Thank you.

Me too.

In order to impress you,

I suppose I should give you a complicated prescription.

But you don't need it.

Just relax.

Do you know the small town of Wallgraben?

Where's Wallgraben?

The air is wonderful there, and there are wonderful walks.

And It isn't far by car.

Ask for a room in Wallgraben, in the Schlos hotel.

The drive out there alone, will make you feel better.

You'll feel like another person.

A new person, how will that be?

Through deep sleep, good night.

Please, I would like to have a room.

I can give you a large room on the second floor.

It's a nice room. I'm sure you'll be pleased with it.

I'll show it to you. No obligation on your part.

This was an old arsenal, we are a listed building.

This was the dungeon room for high-ranking officers,

now it's a bathroom.

The stove burns wood, just as it did in the old days.

If you want a bath, Madame, please order it beforehand,

it takes a while.

In that case, please I'd like to order one.

Uh-huh.

17th century, but the mattress is new.

You will sleep wonderfully in it.

May I bring up your bags?

Yes, I'll take the room.

My luggage is down in the car.

Oh, I think I left the keys.

But, there they are.

That's not possible.

Is there anything else we can do for you, madam?

No thanks.

I simply must pull myself together, I can't lose my nerve.

It's just my imagination. Yes, that's what it is.

Yes, what is it?

The water is hot now, madam.

Shall I run your bath?

Just a second, I'm coming.

Just a moment please.

Do you want the bath very hot, Madame?

Don't bother, I'll do it myself.

Please ring if you no longer need the bath, okay?

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

No, no, Hel...

Liane, what is...

I can't anymore, I can't stand it anymore,

I can't anymore.

Liane, what on earth's the matter?

He's in the bathroom.

The invisible man?

Yes, I locked him in, he...

He must have been in there before me.

I was getting ready to take a bath, and then...

suddenly I saw the bath towel begin to move.

I'm going crazy!

Please, go to your room and lock the door,

do not open to anyone but me.

You don't need to be scared.

- You shouldn't go in there. - Please go on.

Give up, Doctor!

Your silence is futile.

This room is too small for you to escape me.

You will regret it, but as you wish.

I'm coming.

Unlock the door or give me the key.

If you want the key, why don't you come and get it?

Pity, you'll be sorry for that.

I can't breathe! I need air!

First, I want to see you.

Who are you, who are you?

I am... Professor Erasmus.

The former Professor Erasmus.

That was me once...

and this is me now,

an accident has caused this.

Trust me, I would rather have burned alive,

to have to go on living like this

I understand.

I cannot face people like this,

especially not the woman I love.

Liane?

Did she know you?

I loved her only from a distance.

Invisibly?

Without hope, and yet, this woman is my life.

The small device on your chest, is that the frequency coordinator?

Yes.

The device to rule the world.

For me it's only a means to be close to the woman I love.

I have to protect her, she is in danger.

Someone has discovered my love for Liane and wants to

capture her.

Through her he would have me and with me the invention.

Who is this man?

An genius of crime.

Mabuse.

Liane!

Professor Erasmus!

Get her out.

A sleeping doll.

This doll will speak very soon, she will say what I want,

think what I want and do what I want.

She dreams.

Joe. Joe.

She calls the American.

We'll have him soon too, both of them,

Joe Como and Professor Erasmus.

With him the invention, the power and dominion.

I will have everything with her in my hand.

Say that again.

I saw Professor Erasmus, I saw him,

I had him right in my hands, but something distracted me.

And what distracted you, if I may ask?

- A pretty girl? - That's just it.

Mabuse kidnapped Liane Martin.

Mabuse! Bloody hell.

It's impossible Erasmus got away,

just because of this fool idea of yours.

We stand to lose the fight for "Operation X" because of some girl!

Joe, are you aware of what that means?

I know it exactly.

With Liane as a lever, Mabuse will be able to

to blackmail the invention if he does not already have it.

Are you serious?

I'm serious.

Then I will look for Professor Erasmus now and

- where he must be logically. - In his laboratory.

That's exactly where he won't be.

He is where Liane is because he loves her.

He is?

I have to find her at all costs.

We'll both find her.

Only our methods are different,

You are looking for the woman and I am looking for the man.

But that may lead us to the same place.

Come!

I'm sorry, gentlemen,

but I have no idea where Prof. Erasmus is staying,

I have not seen him since the day of his car accident.

We only had occasional contact through the house phone,

and that's been silent for days now.

I suppose he went away invisibly through this door,

when I was away.

Is this the entrance to his home laboratory?

Yes.

Behind this armored door is a second,

but we can not go in, only he knows the number combinations.

Wonderful.

Safe combinations are my specialty.

- Just a moment. - Please, don't!

I'm sorry, I wanted to warn him.

Hase! You aren't hurt. Come on, try to stand up.

- Where am I, mummy? - You're with daddy.

Children shouldn't touch everything.

What happened?

Professor Erasmus is a cautious man.

Surely for a reason.

Dr. Bardorf, if you have the slightest idea

where the professor is, you have to tell us.

I can't tell you exactly where he is, but you'll find him close to that woman.

Is that him?

Yes, he gave me that photo shortly before his accident.

He's about 50 years old, dark eyes normal features.

Any special marks?

- Yes, he's invisible. - Send out alarm at once.

Wanted, invisible man with dark eyes.

Cosmographic Institute, Satellite Observatory.

Professor Erasmus, where are you calling from?

Near the Metropol theatre.

Hold him on the phone until we get him.

- Doctor Bardorf. - Hello, Professor.

The battery of my frequency coordinator is exhausted.

I may become visible at any moment.

Mabuse is after me.

Stay where you are, help is on the way.

I need you, Doctor, as soon as possible.

That must be it.

But it's occupied.

That's what I call a quick connection.

I was just calling you.

What are you doing here?

I was in the "Metropol".

And when did you get here?

Just now, the booth was empty.

There's something fishy about this whole business.

Ah, do you finally believe that Mabuse is alive?

No, there are many people in the lunatic asylum,

who think they are Napoleon.

Someone has to believe that he is Mabuse.

Hello, Professor.

I know you.

You do...

You're the doctor who operated on me after the accident.

Yes, that's right.

And I'm proud that I was able to save the life of such a great man.

What are you doing here?

Where am I?

Have I fallen into the hands of Dr Mabuse after all?

Show yourself, doctor, I want to talk to you.

Then do it.

It's hard to track down invisible game,

but now we have the honor, Professor.

Not a step further.

Liane is in good hands.

You can see for yourself.

No, she mustn't see me.

She won't see you. She's in a deep sleep.

You may go closer, the drug is most effective.

Liane will only wake up when I command it.

What did you do to her?

Give me your invention and the woman shall be yours.

You are cruel.

I can be even more cruel.

It's either your invention, or her life.

No!

Her guest appearance has been interrupted, but the guillotine is still there.

You have the choice.

Well?

My invention is at your disposal

but the battery is exhausted.

Recharge it then!

It's not that easy.

It's not like some electric razor,

which you can just plug into a socket.

The source of energy from which my battery is recharged is the ionosphere.

And to recharge it, I must have the help of Dr bar doff,

my assistant.

Oh, you can be confident

that my respect for your scientific genius

is such, that I will spare no effort and recoil before no sacrifice.

If you want your assistant, you shall have him.

Doctor Bardorf?

Yes, are you the man I was supposed to meet here at eleven?

That's right. The professor is expecting you. Get in, please.

I'm sorry,

that I can not spare you this sight.

Professor!

- I need your help. - You can have confidence in me

I am Mabuse's prisoner.

He wants to blackmail me, I have to deliver my invention to him.

Your invention in the hands of this criminal?

Do you know what that means?

I know,

that's why I want you to help me in making the frequency co-ordinator ineffectual

- so that we gain some time. - What should I do?

The combination to open the armoured doors

of my laboratory, is as follows.

One, two, three, left, four, five, six, right,

seven, eight, nine, left.

- That's easy to remember. - Yes.

This co-ordinator has a burned out battery.

In the laboratory there are still twelve coordinators ready to use,

which I have to hand over to Mabuse.

Neutralize the batteries of all devices

by replacing the vibration filter...

The vibration filter, and?

And the electron grid.

You haven't forgotten the basis of our system, doctor?

No, however it's hard to hear you,

you're whispering so softly.

Then please go now.

That was not...

Well, my dear Doctor Bardorf.

You would be amazed if you could see my mask.

Not even your boss recognised me.

Wake up.

- What time is it? - Time to get up.

Is it morning or evening?

Evening, and you will spend it in pleasant company.

- Joe Como is waiting for you. - Where is he?

He'll be wherever you tell him to meet you.

And I wish you to be especially beautiful.

You will wear these earrings.

These are very special earrings,

they can whisper to you.

I have only one lord and master, Dr. Mabuse.

I have only one lord and master, Dr. Mabuse.

- Any messages for me? - Not a thing.

Oh Mr. Como, a call just came through for you.

You can take it on the phone over there.

Thank you.

Hello?

Joe darling, I want to see you.

Liane! Where are you calling from?

I am in my room, we are neighbors.

Did you forget that?

No, but I thought that...

Where have you been all this time?

I will explain everything to you.

Come.

He's coming to my room, Doctor.

You'll be gentle and seductive.

Offer him a drink.

As you wish doctor.

You will put the pill in his drink.

Liane, it's me.

Answer him.

Come in.

Joe!

Liane, what happened to you, I thought you'd been kidnapped.

Kidnapped? By whom?

I only know one man who could do that.

But you've been gone for days.

That was foolish of me.

In a sudden fit of panic

I just ran away, blind and confused

until I suddenly realized

that there is only one place for me: With you.

- Did someone follow you? - Why no.

You cannot stay here. You are in mortal danger.

I feel safe and secure with you.

We should celebrate our reunion, Joe.

What would you like to drink?

I have an excellent cognac.

What is wrong with you?

With me? Nothing.

But...

Your attitude seems strange to me.

I don't know what you mean.

You are not the Liane Martin I know.

You're putting on some act.

What shall we drink to, Joe? Oh, I know.

To what lies ahead.

Pardon me, but I'm here on duty.

Hase!

Ah, you seem very generous with alcohol.

What do you want here?

The police need a statement from the lady.

You'll have to come with me.

A splendid idea. Lock her up,

then she is at least safe for a while.

Am I under arrest?

No, he calls it "a special invitation".

I'll come along anyway.

May I have the pleasure?

One moment, please, I... I just want to change.

Mhm, that went smoother than I thought...

We should drink to that.

What will you question her about?

About the bottle of cognac she gave to the stage porter.

Cheers.

The porter was very popular.

Such gifts are quite common.

Hase!

What do we do with the other one?

Let him lie, the drug works for two hours,

and we'll be long gone when he comes to.

I have won the race for "Operation X", Joe Como.

I have the power of invisibility,

and all are in my hands - you, the professor and Liane.

As you can see, she is in good hands.

Well, that's it.

You're a coward, Doctor Mabuse.

You haven't got the courage to come out and fight in the open.

I will fight, openly and in front of everyone.

My fight will mean death, invisible death,

until humanity trembles before me and I dominate

the entire world.

Why don't you start?

What are you waiting for?

My first victims will be the chiefs of state.

They are the most guarded and yet they will die

to spread chaos and fear.

Everything is planned in advance.

On the 8th of December at 05 o'clock

a bomb explosion will open a new era.

It's not as simple as that.

If you were smart, you'd join forces with me.

Maybe I can use you.

In any case, I'll give you time to think it over.

Professor!

Quiet!

Who let you in here?

You have to free Liane, only you can do it.

Right now, we have a chance.

Mabuse is in my lab.

He wants to take Liane away!

Does Mabuse have your invention?

Yes, and he took on my assistant's face!

I recognized it too late.

You must go to my laboratory immediately.

The combination is: One, two...

We left the doors open,

so that you can see with your own eyes,

what happens to people we do not need anymore.

Go on, tie him up again.

He's getting away!

Shoot, man, shoot!

Liane!

Liane!

Liane!

Why so hasty, Joe Como?

You still have time, The gas will slowly suffocate you.

Music!

That's against the rules.

Six Jokers in a pack.

They all look just the same.

Yeah, but I want the right one.

They may look the same, but they don't smell the same.

Go on, Hassan! Get him!

Get him!

Call off your dog, I want that man!

Hassan! Hassan, here!

Here!

Good evening, how are you?

So, that's it.

Oh, look...

Boss and clown in one person.

The noble Mr. Droste managing the shop,

and the clown doing the dirty work.

It is not over yet.

Stay where you are!

Don't take another step.

Otherwise, I'll give a demonstration of the effectiveness of this guillotine.

If you shoot, I will pull the lever as I fall.

Throw me the revolver.

I'll count to three.

One!

Two!

Seventeen.

Three.

We'll attack in two groups.

Turn on your co-ordinators.

December 8th, 00:05.

There must be some reason

that Mabuse is planning the attack for that date and time.

I've made inquiries to all governments,

and to all secret police and information services there are.

However, I've no idea what the meaning of December 8th is.

It's like at school

I knew all the dates - but not the associated event.

Headquarters.

There it is.

The date?

December 8, 00:05

Flight "Orinxa3" on its way to Washington.

Stopover, fuel takeover,

highest personality on board. Maximum security lock.

Leading figure, can that be...

This is our last chance to get Mabuse, before he can act.

This is the spot where it will land.

The police force will be here.

Main building, waiting room, customs

and loading ramps are completely blocked off.

They are sure to come across the open field.

Mabuse has an advantage.

Invisible men need no cover.

Only one man needs to get through to throw the bomb.

But he will not succeed, because this will betray him.

Black thread?

All the finest electronic devices will be utilized by our opponent,

to fool our radar.

We're setting up a wide circle of cars

around the landing field, with this black thread

between them.

A signaling device will tell us

as soon as one of the invisible men slips through.

You see, we need something to warn us beforehand.

Although Mabuse has the newest and most terrible weapon,

So we'll combat it by using the oldest and most efficient warning system there is.

They're coming! Is the equipment ready?

Go! Everybody ready?

To make the reception worthy, the committee has...

They come, valves clear, wait...

Come on!

Foam extinguisher free. Valves on.

There are new ones.

To the laboratory!

If Mabuse is still alive, then he must be there.

Paramedic!

And?

Report!

All our men are dead or arrested.

I am wounded.

I need help.

A blood transfusion.

You miserable failure,

if it went wrong, it's your fault.

You will die, and die right now!

We will both die.

I changed the combination and...

No!

Blast open the doors!

And be careful not to touch the dial wheel.

Take cover!

Bulletproof glass, we can not get through.

Mabuse!

The explosives are ready, take cover!

He is crazy.

They must all perish and all should die!

Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!

Yes.

Well?

He is hopelessly insane.

Apparently, he's been mad for a long time.

No doubt.

Shall we go?

Can I drop you somewhere?

Thanks, but I'm being picked up.

Apparently also a slight case of mental derangement.

You might try it someday, Hase.

Come on!