The Element of Crime (1984) - full transcript

Fisher, an ex-cop, returns to his old beat somewhere in northern Europe after a thirteen-year hiatus in Cairo. His former mentor and role model, author of a treatise called "The Element of Crime", asks him to solve a series of murders involving lottery ticket sellers. Guided by the theories put forth in the book, Fischer retraces the steps of a suspect, Harry Grey, as recorded in a three-year-old police surveillance report.

[man chanting in Arabic]

[man:] Fantasy is OK, but my job
is to keep you on the right track.

We are after the facts.

You seem to return to Cairo
and me whenever you have a problem.

Two months ago you left Cairo, your wife

everything for a police job in Europe.

Now you are back, haunted by headaches.

If you want me
to help you get rid of these headaches

we must go back two months in time

back to where it all started.

For all I know,
Europe has become an obsession to you.

What was the name again?

[woman:] Mr. Fisher.

An obsession,
Mr. Fisher, a state of mind.

I have no doubt
the stay in Europe has been painful


So you must
go into that part of your memory.

It's hard for you to remember, you say.

Yes yes.

So to help you to remember

we have agreed to try hypnosis.

is a sound method. It cannot fail.

If you feel uneasy, tired, worried

I'll bring you out of it.

Just ask me.

No problem. No problem at all.

I want you to go back

two months in the time.

I want you to leave Cairo

the sand, the desert




It's too much for Europeans.


You're going to see Europe again

for the first time in 17 years.

[Fisher:] I'm going to see Europe again

for the first time in 13 years.

But Europe is not the same.

I have arrived at dusk.

The trip has made me restless.

I cannot sleep.

Water, water everywhere

and not a drop to drink.

The story. What is the story?

- Hello?
- [Fisher:] I'm a policeman.

I've finally been called back
to Europe to solve a murder case.

- Hello?
- They
told me I was able. That's all I know.

I'm looking up Osborne

- Hello.
- ...the only one I want to see again.

I've brought him something from Egypt.

Where's the stairs?
You've moved the fucking stairs.

You must tell me everything, Mr. Fisher.

What do you see? Is anyone there?

[Fisher:] There's a smell in the
moist corridor, like burnt leather.

The housekeeper is leading me on.

She's grown old.


[Fisher:] Good evening.

It's Fisher.

It's been a long time.

[wheezing, coughing]

Fisher, for Christ's sake.

[coughing continues]

You really
thought I wouldn't recognize you?

So, tell me about yourself.


You went to Italy.

- Cairo.
- Really?

- Just a minute.
- [wind howling]

- The wind's picking up.
- Shh shh shh

You were wise to go. Best away.

They treated you badly.

But Cairo?

How are things at the academy?

I haven't taught for years.

The teaching was "restructured".

That was actually the word they used.

I suppose I was restructured too, hmm?

- But now I'm quite content.
- Did you see anybody out there?

Kramer's found a job for me.

Why not? You're an able man, Fisher.

Not many
left with your training. Kramer knows.

Yes, I must admit,
I'm really looking forward to it.

"The Element of Crime" in Egyptian.

Your paper:
the translation took two years

and everything, the complete work.

Without asking my permission?

It didn't occur to you that I'd
like to know what happened to my book?

I did. I wrote you.

- I would remember.
- You replied.

I don't recall that.

My wife died.

I sold all my books and papers.

Eine Kugel kam geflogen.

Gilt sie mit order? Gilt sie dir?

Yes. I finally decided to get married.

She died for me.

[Fisher:] I'm sorry.

She could do nothing by halves.

She certainly
knew how to be remembered.

It's the
most important in thing the family.

I had a wife in Cairo.

Why do men leave their wives?
I cannot understand it.

It's incomprehensible to me.

[Fisher:] The city was
sanding over. It was impossible to stay.

She was born there. She couldn't leave.

I was the last European to go.

A mixed marriage, hmm?

I find it
hard to talk about these things.

I loved her
as much as I could, and that's all.

It was such an
extraordinary joy for me, Fisher:

the bosom of a family, cheerful smile

[wind howling]

I don't know
what to say about your books.

Hmm. They guided me.

Not just in my
police work: my whole way of thinking.

- [tapping]
- No no no no.

I was furious when they removed
my books from the academy library.

Now I understand.
I wrote fiction. It wasn't science.

What I wrote was naive, dangerous.

The worst thing
that can happen in the name of science

is when
the system becomes all-important.

We always looked for
the element of crime in society.

But why not
look in the very nature of man?

So much has happened in Europe.
This book has become dangerous.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

[man on phone:]
Fisher? Back from the promised land.

I thought I'd find you at the old man's.

Straight in there, eh?
Now, let's see what you can do, Fisher.

just found another mutilated body:
a little girl. Somebody's gutted her

this time, down at the harbor.
So chop chop: fifteen minutes.

[dial tone]

[water running]

I'm sorry. I had to take my medicine.

It was Kramer for you? He's a busy man.

[stirring liquid]

He's very important these days.

[Fisher's voice:] Kramer's nothing.

[therapist:] Is this
the job Kramer has in mind for you?

[Fisher's voice:] It's incredible.

Europe lies dormant.

There's a man
with a horse harnessed to a wagon.

the wagon
loaded with apples, very peaceful.

[girl:] They found her up in the coal.

They're bringing her down now.

Here comes a candle
To light you to bed.

Here comes a chopper
To chop off your head.

Chip chop chip chop

The last one's dead.

[Fisher's voice:]
Someone is asleep up there.

[therapist:] But, Mr. Fisher,
I have to know more about Kramer.

What did you mean, "He's nothing"?

Nobody move. This is
Chief of Police Kramer speaking.

- Nobody move.
- [Fisher:] I know him from the old days

the police academy.

[sirens wailing]

He was always a pain

and now he's chief of police.

Fisher, good of you to turn up.

I see
you found your friend Osborne then.

I didn't see you at headquarters.

Nancy boy.

Funny world, Fisher. You were
always so much more promising than me.

Now I'm chief of police.

Did you know, I was
the one who offered Osborne the job

when he was ditched from the school?

I've got the world by its balls, Fisher:

the short and curlies.

[horse neighing]

[neighing continues]

[Fisher:] This is
the clumsiest police job I've ever seen.

- Shh
- [Kramer:] Yeah, all right, Fisher.

Let's say,
clumsiness is a principle which we use.

There's a special
kind of evil around. You can feel it.

You've seen the changes everywhere.

Believe me, Fisher, the
same thing has happened in these people.

You know what the Dive is? A jump from
a height with a rope around the ankle.

They call it a ritual. I call it crime.

We've got to keep them under.

You've always been a good boy, Fisher.

All work and no play.

You want to understand everything.

Why did you ever try for the force?

I didn't think blood was in your line.

Your people have never known joy.

Do you know what this is?

This is
the difference between you and me.

Look out.

[girl whimpering]

Have you gone completely mad?

[whimpering continues]

- Why did you run away?
- I don't know.

There's a girl been murdered up here.

- I was
the one who told them where to look.
- You're a dreamer, Fisher.

- Did you see who did it?
- No, I'd just arrived.

Did you know her?

She shouldn't have come here tonight.

I tried to tell her. She was my sister.

We sell lotto.

You don't seem to understand.

Your methods
are old-fashioned and too risky.

Lottery tickets?
Lottery tickets?

We're the ones who are getting killed.

She knew the risks. The lotto murders:

Someone's killing the ticket sellers.

So we stick together.

We always walk in twos and threes.

He said he'd buy a lot of lotto
if she came alone tonight.

She said it was stupid to be scared.

- Was there a little figure?
- [Fisher:] A little figure?

That's his way. Don't you know?

- Did you
see him when your sister spoke to him?
- From far away.

- When?
- Yesterday.

- Would you recognize him?
- No.

Can I take my sister's tickets?


Shouldn't I
have been informed about this?

I decide what happens.
You don't make a move without me.

I'm your boss now, not Osborne

so don't step out of line, Fisher.

[siren wailing]

When a job
like this really hits the mark...

I've been out there screwing God.


Look at the lights. It's OK, Fisher.

It's still OK.

I can feel the talisman in my pocket.

It's slippery in an unpleasant way.

I've never
seen a body mutilated like that:

the lotto murders.

[therapist:] Relax, Mr. Fisher.
You're doing fine,just fine.

[Fisher:] Really?

Fisher. Inspector Fisher.

Can you show me to my office?

- Kramer sent for me. I want an autopsy.
- Just one?

Please hold the card a little bit
higher so that we can stamp it.

[laughs, panting]

Osborne had me come back

Osborne, the great Osborne!

If I've heard
about him, I've already forgotten it.

Just minding my own business
when the new sheriff rides into town.

He walks into
that saloon, pulls out his six-shooter

and he says,
"I'm going to clean up this mess."

And I believe he will, because he's
got the fastest draw I ever did see.

How did I get involved
with a couple of assholes like you?

That's not even funny.

Take a look at yourself.

[Fisher:] Headquarters.

I've been
longing for these endless corridors
with nowhere just around the corner.

I don't know why.

I've got some unpacking to do.

The office is familiar.

It used to be
Osborne's in the old days.

There was a videotape in the machine.

[man on TV:] Please,
Mr. Osborne, hold it a little higher.

Four murders,
a month between each, talismans

all the bodies
mutilated in the same obscene manner

the disfigurements never publicly
revealed, the work of the same man.

I've been feeling old lately.

Chief of Police Kramer
has agreed that we bring in a man

with the
expertise to handle a case like this.

Does that mean
that you accept the criticism
that you're primarily a man of theory?

Excuse me. Do you have
a comment on the Dive, Chief Kramer?

Dear Osborne, thanks for the loan.

We think the pictures are part

of tailing report 19040616-JJ

concerning Harry Grey.

[Fisher:] I'm trying to
remember an easier way to the archives.

There must have been one long ago.

The note
in the tube mail has made me curious
to see what's in this Harry Grey file.

Osborne had something
going on. I want to find out what.

So far
no one's told me much about anything.

I didn't expect much from Kramer

but Osborne should have said something.

I'm going through the motions
and just drawing blanks.

I can think of things I'd rather do than
attend the autopsy on the little girl.

[therapist:] But it's part of
the routine, Mr. Fisher, isn't it?

[Fisher:] Cairo seems far, far away.

It's a very
beautiful corpse. You can see that.

The corpse is impersonal.

What interests the scientist
is the marks of the murderer.

We are looking
at the workings of a mind, a man's mind.

That's the thrill of it.

[Fisher:] Is it a lotto murder?

Oh, yes, no question.

She's cut up in precisely the same way.

Can you not take a rest now?

[Fisher:] Could it be an imitation?

[doctor:] If so it's a good imitation.

There is
one thing about the killings which
hasn't been mentioned in the press:

that death
has taken place before the disfiguring.

What was the cause of death?

Suffocation: Look.

These lottery dealers
are weak persons and [shout]

and unprotected invalids

and young women and so on.

This disfiguring:
Was it done with a knife?

A broken bottle. Does it shock you?

[dog whimpering]

[Fisher:] I've been out of
practical police work for some years.

But you are a professional. We both are.

Our admiration
is for the criminal, not the victim.

She's gone. He remains out there

leaving his
little traces, his own little system.

He cuts and leaves himself bare.

[phone ringing]

Where did you
get your training? Auschwitz?

Mr. Fisher, it's from Osborne's house.

There were those who did.


[woman on phone:]
Mr. Fisher, you must come at once.

I think
something's happened to Mr. Osborne.

After you left,
he told me not to let anybody in

- [knocking]
- but just now
I heard him arguing with somebody

and now he doesn't answer.


Tora. Tora.

[gun splashes]


I fell. I get these attacks, you know?

That'll be all.

I don't know
how to explain this, Fisher.

I don't know if you understand
the meaning of a word like "expiation."

I feel I have to
pay somehow. Do you know what I mean?

You don't want to know.

[Fisher:] Earlier in the evening,
I was called out to a homicide:

a girl. The case resembled something
you were working on before you retired.

Mom does it. Dad does it.

- Horses have a try and
- I think I'll come back tomorrow.

[Osborne muttering]

Who's Harry Grey?

Yes, that's
a good question: Who is Harry Grey?

Harry Grey doesn't exist anymore

and the lotto murders are a closed book.

Those murders were ritualistic


the fruit of a sick brain

a maniac.

But they were systematic

systematic to the last detail


Now, this is
the only existing picture of H.G.

There were four murders.

It sometimes helps to study

the geography of a crime, remember?

But there was a connection
with a three-year-old tailing report.

A man called Harry Grey

suspected of subversive activity

wrongly, it turned out.

I wondered if he'd made preparations
those three years earlier:

you know, groundwork

groundwork for the lotto murders.

A field trip.

Oh, bugger!

I used the old methods:

I lay in ambush and waited for him.

He must have known.

He tried to escape in his car.

I followed. He drove fast

in spite of
the wet and the dark, surprisingly well

went into a slide and came off the road.

He hit a concrete pillar.

He died in the flames.

It was as if he wanted it like that.

I couldn't help him.

Just one question:

Who's this picture supposed to convince?

Me or you?

These talismans
have been seen all over the papers.

Anybody could make one like it.

This is the route according
to the three-year-old tailing report.

These are the four sites of the murders.

Friedingen, Oberdorf and Neukalkau:

as you see,
the corners of a perfect square.

Four murders with
approximately one month between them.

Grey is dead and his work completed

a nice little geometric puzzle.

- Past and present.
- No, Osborne. That's not good enough.

You deport a man

for 13 years

in the sand.

You bring him back to Europe

something apparently has gone wrong.

He looks up his old teacher

a teacher
who has unfortunately gone mad.

You asked me who Harry Grey was.

I told you, Harry Grey is dead.

I don't rule out

this able-bodied man

gets work with the police force.

The only thing is,
there's no police force.

The old teacher has been threatened.

He's like a dog. He's scared.

He changes the facts
to cover for a criminal.

Furthermore, he advocates
the brilliant theories of his youth.

- That's treason.
- That's worse.

I can see you're scared.

You're being
threatened. Where's the tailing report?

Crime today is like a chemical reaction:

It can
only happen in the right environment.

Intelligence and sensitivity
must be affected out there.

Don't talk to me in those bloody
cliches. The academy days are over.

[Fisher:] I found
this girl cut up in Innenstadt harbor.

Innenstadt is on the square too,
right here in the middle. Grey is alive.

[Osborne:] So don't tell me

if the square describes a
closed figure, this must be an opening.

Very touching.

You're happy now, aren't you?

But take care, Fisher.

Police work has become so much more
dangerous now than it was in your day.

I know I'm a silly old bugger.

For Christ's sake, you'll
do what you think is right anyway.

[Fisher:] We've never quarrelled before.

He really cares for you, Mr. Fisher.

I know.

He's so scared

even of the smallest things

the house and the dark.

He never rests.

He just walks around up there. Listen.


Is it always
as dark as this, this time of year?

There are no seasons anymore.

The last
three summers haven't been summers.

The weather changes all the time.

It never alters.

Would he hurt himself?

This morning he asked me
to burn all his books and papers.

Tell me about his wife.

They were married
a few years before she died, right?

Did he say that?

Suddenly, when he
came back a month ago, he was married.

She stayed a week.

She isn't dead. She just left.

[woman:] Have you seen the child?

It's hers
from a previous marriage. She left it.

How can anybody do that?


There, there now.

Now now shh



[baby talk]

[humming continues]

[therapist:] Talk to me, Mr. Fisher.

I've found the missing tailing report.

Harry Grey
has been here to frighten Osborne

to destroy any information on him.

Osborne was getting too close.

I owe it to him to go on with this.

How can this tailing report help you?

It's a surveillance report
on an innocent little trip

that Harry Grey
took years before the lotto murders.

[Fisher:] If you'd read
"The Element of Crime," you'd know.

[commotion on TV]

[man on TV:] Let Osborne speak.

[jeers, booing]

Let the man speak.

Remember, gentlemen. We are Europeans.

"The Element of Crime"
sets out a series of mental exercises

designed to improve our understanding of
the behavioral pattern of the criminal.

[man on TV:] Understanding? Don't
you know what's going on out there?

[Osborne on TV:] Next question.

"The Element of Crime" is a method

based on the reconstruction
of a known part of a criminal's life.

It is, if you like, a psychological
identification that enables a policeman

his own mind, to work his way into
the unknown activities of the criminal

to work his way
into the crime in question.

[man on TV:] That's a
dangerous way of reaching understanding.

[Osborne on TV:] We
always run the risk of being corrupted.

The morality of the police
is no different from that of society.

[man on TV:] You claim that crime
can only arise in a specific element.

- [Osborne on TV:] Yes. Next question.
- [man:] Metaphysics.

I never claimed that the method
had been completely developed.

[Osborne:] What am I doing here?

[man singing in Arabic]

[phone ringing]

[woman:] If you
leave now, you will never come back.

[singing continues]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- [man on phone:] Osborne?

- We can open the locker now.
- Hello?

This is the Hotel Schatz in Halberstadt.

I've been thinking:
If you really think it's important

What locker?

Harry Grey's locker.
Isn't this Mr. Osborne?

[man on TV:]
Why don't you defend yourself, Osborne?

I'm on my way.

[commotion on TV]

[car engine starts]

[Fisher:] I am
on my way, chasing a man: Harry Grey.

I'm carrying
the tailing report like a recipe book

listing all the
ingredients needed to make Harry Grey.

I know everything he did
on his field trip three years ago.

[tires screeching]

[sheep bleating]

I'm on my way to Halberstadt

- [horn honking]
- to the locker.

[therapist:] Were you asleep
when the telephone rang, Mr. Fisher?

[Fisher:] I wouldn't
call it sleep. I wouldn't call it sleep.

- You're not Osborne.
- Will you open the locker?

Are you from the police too?

It's a very nice hotel.

We have cola.

If you like yellow girls,
I can get you yellow girls.

The locker.

Is this
connected with the lotto murders?

They found the body
behind Frau Gerda's house.

Where did you get that from?

The tourists are crazy about them.

When they've seen the site of the murder

they want
something to take home with them.

What can you tell me about Harry Grey?

He was a nice man. He tipped the maid.

He had a car.
We never had no trouble with Mr. Grey.

He only stayed here a short time.


So many tourists
come here. I can't remember them all.

Let's get one thing straight.

Not many tourists
come here. This is a dump.

"This is a dump"?

[Fisher:] Halberstadt is
everything I thought it would be...

[Fisher:] Halberstadt is
everything I thought it would be

only worse.

The place has three attractions:

the Hotel Schatz

the site of the lotto murder

and Frau Gerda's whorehouse.

[wind howling]

[bell clanging]

[woman speaking German]

Can we
offer you anything to eat, mister?

Did you feel the sheets?

It's not a dry wind.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat

That killed the rat
That ate the mold

That lay in the house
That Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow
With crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat

That killed the rat
That ate the mold

That lay in the house
That Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn that
Milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat

That killed the rat
That ate the mold

What is your name?

You can call me Harry.

My name's Kim. What do you see, Harry?

A line of washing left out to dry.

It never dries. She brings it in wet.

Do you like Halberstadt?

I'd rather live in a hole in the ground.

I hate Halberstadt.

Do you want me now?

They say that
people living in Innenstadt are evil.

I'm going to
fuck you back to the Stone Age.

Harry came
to Halberstadt and stayed with Kim

die halbe Nacht.



[Fisher:] Kim
was gone when I woke up at Frau Gerda's.

I couldn't
have slept more than a few minutes.

I took the ferry on my way to Friedingen

and suddenly she's here again,,
standing by the side of the road.

She looks wet.

So this is the Stone Age.

Are you going to Innenstadt?

Not right away. I'm going to Friedingen.

Where did you go?

I'd like to come with you.

You're a cop, aren't you?

[grunting, moaning]

[Fisher:] Do you believe me?

...that I'm in the middle
of Europe, screwing a Volkswagen 1200?

[therapist:] I believe you.

I thought I remembered you, Mr. Grey.

You still
owe us for two nights and the medicine.

Put it on my bill.

The same room as last? It's a single.

What medicine?

Salycin, quite a lot, for headaches.

When you were here last

you turned on the stairs and said

"My face is a city."

What did you mean by that? What city?

My face or your face?

What are you talking about?

My face or your face? What city?

What city?

Why did you write "Harry Grey"?

Is that your name?

Yes, why did you write "Harry Grey"?

[Fisher:] This
is the next step in Osborne's method.

The tailing report
tells me that Harry Grey was here.

Maybe he's the one who chipped the sink.

I like this room. It's a nice room.

It's a room full of


- What are you doing?
- Mapping out a route.


No, thanks.

I think you should have some.

[Kim:] I couldn't stay in Halberstadt.

It's always 3:00
in the morning. Do you know what I mean?

[Fisher:] I believe in joy.

Do you want
me to say that again? I believe in joy.

[Kim:] I want to show you something.

What is it you want to show me?

[Fisher:] Kim's taking me for a ride.

[Therapist Chuckles:] Down the drain

into the tunnel of love.

[Kim:] They're all right for screwing

but you feel terrible afterwards.


you and your wife: what happened?

We got sanded over.

And you just left?

I remember a little tattoo, a blue star.


Above her right breast.

- Did you like it?
- No.

Maybe I did.

I remember we were together.

People move on. You have to survive.

No, no.

[Fisher:] We're having sex.

Kim's drug works. I feel fine.

But this isn't what you are after.

Let me get one thing clear.

You're trying
to reconstruct Harry Grey's headaches

by means of
the side effects of these pills.

[Fisher:] I need something to work on.

[Kim:] Don't move.


[groaning continues]

[dog whimpering]

I told you, lie still.



I said I wouldn't be home right away.

OK. Now I want you to do something.

I want you to arrive on the bus.

I mean it.

[Fisher:] At this point three years ago

Harry Grey's mistress
arrived to accompany him on his journey.

[therapist:] But three years ago
the buses were running, weren't they?

Are you sure this is police work?

[Fisher:] I'm sure that on the trip
covered in the tailing report

Harry Grey
was planning the lotto murders

even though
it might appear quite innocent to you.

Harry Grey

I've waited
half an hour for you. The bus is late.

looking forward to being with me again.

You've asked the driver
to drop you off at Friedingen.

You are in your
summer clothes, but it's still stifling.

The bus
is crowded and the windows won't open.

Last time we were together,
we had a little quarrel.

But you're sure
everything will be OK now.

There's a dog somewhere on the bus.

[dog whimpering]

[bus driver:] Next stop: Friedingen.

[chattering, traffic noises]

- Aren't you glad to see me?
- You know I like to see you.

"You know I like to see you, Harry."

You know I like to see you, Harry.

Do you like me a little now?

Who's following you, Mr. Fisher?

You should try to sleep a little.

[Fisher:] But I can't sleep.

It's all those pills. Try counting.

[Fisher:] One, two

three, four

- [Kim sings]
- five, six

- [continues counting]
- [therapist:]
Mr. Fisher, where are you?

[Fisher:] Europe. It must be.

ten, eleven, twelve

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

- [counting continues]
- [therapist:] Do you wish to continue?

[Fisher:] I have to.

How do you picture Harry Grey?

[Fisher:] How do you
picture a man who's killing little girls

and cutting them up with broken bottles?

Twenty five, twenty six

But it doesn't help.

Thirty three, thirty four

thirty five, thirty six

thirty seven, thirty eight

thirty nine, forty

- [bell chiming]
- forty one, forty two

forty three

- I don't understand it.
- What?

What was
Harry Grey doing in Dritten Marsk?

I don't care.

One murder
per month. That means we're missing one.

Come on. We're going for a drive.

[car passing]

It sounds like you're on to something.

En route, Mr. Fisher, en route.

[Fisher:] En route, you bastard.


Is the library open?

Do you realize what time it is?

I want to see all the
newspapers from the last two months.

Books and bother
Killed my mother.

Books and bother
Killed my mother.

And my father too.

[Fisher:] There's
no mention in the papers
of a lotto murder in Dritten Marsk.

But what if
the body had never been found?

Well, I've
just found a grave foot and mouth.

It looks like
I'll need Kramer's men after all.

[Fisher:] Damn it, H.G. Damn it.

[Kramer on radio:]
Damn it, Fisher. Damn it.

OK. We're going in.

[Kramer on radio:]
What the hell's going on here?

[man:] Let go.

[Kramer on radio:] Damn it. Damn it.

Damn it.
Who's in charge of this operation?

Ah you feel good now, Fisher.

You don't
give a fuck for anything I say.

I hope you choke yourself in this shit.

Who's in charge of this operation?


This is Kramer. I'm taking over.

I want this hole emptied and sifted

every last bit.

[Kramer on megaphone:]
You're trying to get one up, Fisher.

I've read
my Osborne too. Did you know that?

But I'm the one who knows what's what.

The girls
on the square were naughty and fair.

Mostly Marie, mostly Marie.

So you
got yourself a China doll, Fisher?

You fuck them in the ass.

[helicopters hovering,
chattering continues]

Harry Grey would never hide a body.

[Fisher:] The
dead lotto girl was there, all right.

But Harry Grey
doesn't kill to hide a body.

The murder is for the sake of a pattern.

Someone else must have hidden her.

Do you believe in good and bad?

Can you make the bad good again?

Do you believe in good and bad?

Come, come, Mr. Fisher.
Did she really say that?

closing in on Harry. I can feel it.

I want you to screw God into me.

I'm Kim and you're Harry.

Your wife is in Cairo
with a little blue star on her breast.

I'll get God in there as fast as I can.

[Kim:] Shh

[helicopter approaching]

But He'll only stay until I get up.

I don't care about Kramer anymore.

I'm proving
that Osborne's method still works.

It feels good.

Do you have to leave?

Harry hunts alone tonight.

What's the matter?

I got scared. I'm all right now.

[Fisher:] Harry is going places.

[therapist:] You're drifting.

[Fisher:] If I'm drifting,
so was Harry Grey at this point.

I'm only doing
what the tailing report tells me to.

[therapist:] It doesn't
seem connected to the story, Mr. Fisher.

He's out there somewhere. He'll show up.

First part:
the body, second part: the soul.

You're drifting, Mr. Fisher. Take care.

[Fisher:] I'm so close to him.

He's right here somewhere.

[leaves rustle, wings flapping]

[Fisher whispering:]
Harry me, marry me, bury me

bind me.

[wood snaps]

[wood snaps]

OK, H.G.

What are you doing, Mr. Fisher?

[Fisher:] I honestly don't know anymore.

[therapist:] But you are overlooking
that someone made the third cross.

[Fisher:] That's right.
The third cross I do not see.

[Fisher:] Kim? Kim?

[coughs, gasps]

What sort of a house is this?

[Kim:] Can't you see,
somebody wants to scare you?

What happened?

Somebody was
standing behind the door when I came in.

I didn't see him.

This is not a game. You'll get killed.

I found how to close the system.

You are not Harry Grey. You're Fisher.

[man muttering]

And the monarch thwarts dominion.

It stood there.

Never seraph spread opinion
Over fabric half so fair.

This is Halle.

If we take
the harbor in Innenstadt as the center

take the first four murders

and duplicate them, we get two points:

Dritten Marsk


We don't just have a geometrical figure

but a letter.

If the system
is going to be closed like this

he will commit
his seventh and last murder in Halle

in ten to fifteen days.

Does that mean we can stop,
now you've found what you wanted?

But the motive? The mind?

Mad men don't have motives.

I need to know everything. It's my work.

It's not your work.
Why can't you leave him to Kramer?

and his men will get him in Halle.

the difference between Kramer and me.

I cannot stop
until I understand. I owe it to Osborne.

You understand less and less.

I must do it
according to the book. I can't stop now.

You leave me behind, Harry.

[therapist:] I'm afraid
you leave me behind too, Harry.

[quiet groaning]

[Kim:] I must go. Shh


[groaning continues]

Try a little salycin.

It's no good. Who were you talking to?

- What do you mean?
- Nobody.


The string, the string.


Tighter, tighter.

[thunder rumbling]

[groaning continues]

Why do you keep torturing yourself?

I have to. I believe in joy.

[groaning intensifies]


I believe in joy.

It's not your headache, Mr. Fisher.

Days go on and on with no change.

Schmuck of Ages, the sabbath's over.

My name's
Harry Grey. Have I been here before?

- No.
- Check the book.

Check the book.

- You were here two months ago.
- Not me.

- Harry Grey.
- Three years ago.

Hello? Fraulein?

[man muttering]

You had Double Room 5.

I'll take that again.

- But we don't want any mess this time.
- What are you talking about?

Maybe I should say it to the missus.

You know, this might not be the Savoy,
but we do try to keep the rooms clean.


[traffic noise]

I want to show you something.


Harry came to Halberstadt

and stayed with Kim die halbe Nacht.


If you could only see yourself.

I didn't know
you would take it like that.

Look what I got made.

This is not the first time
you've stayed in this hotel, is it?

What do you mean?

What did Harry Grey
feel about the blood when you screwed?

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

[groans] Whore!

[gasps, panting]

You're sick. Oh no.

No, oh.


Is that your friend out there?

Relax, for Christ's sake. Relax.

You're trying to
drive me mad, scare me. It's a plot.

- What is it you want to know?
- Everything.

Did you talk
about the lotto murders when you fucked?

Was he religious?
Did he take sugar in his coffee?

I have a child with Harry Grey.

[horn honking]

[Fisher:] The blood made me think.

It's something
I should have realized long ago.

By following the same route
as H.G., I ran into the same girl.

Kim had been with Harry Grey.

I'm getting rid of the pills

getting rid of Harry Grey for good.

It's not my headache.

I've made up my mind. I can't stay.

My Cairo jacket
is too thin for this climate.

It seems, Europe will never let me rest.

I'm too tired
right now even to wonder what happened.

Discipline is a prerequisite.

Discipline is a prerequisite.

I would describe
the development as a growing hunger

an insatiable appetite for the hunted.

The criminologist
can afford no weakness.

He must remain untouched,
detached, clinical, objective.

To do otherwise
would be to misuse my method.

[therapist:] So that's all,
Mr. Fisher? That's your story?

Yes, that's all.

[bell rings]

[Fisher reading] Dear Mr. Fisher

We're contacting you
on the recommendation of Mr. Osborne.

Our granddaughter sells lotto.

Mr. Osborne
was afraid she might be contacted

by a certain Mr. Grey here in Halle.

[man:] Got you, sheriff.

[therapist:] So Cairo will have to wait.

He wanted to meet her alone tonight.

Of course
we told the police straight away.

We want to help.

We had
a lot of respect for Inspector Osborne.

Nothing can happen.
All the police will be there.

[therapist:] What's the plan?

[Fisher:] Harry Grey
is meeting the lotto girl tonight.

I'll be there. Now I've got him.

[thunder rumbling]

[girl:] Where are the other policemen?

We can manage. The
other police will make a mess of things.

Have you heard of Kramer?

Kramer must not come.

[glass clattering]

I've got something to show you.

[thunder continues]

Push me.

[Fisher:] We don't have very much time.

Yes, we do.

[thunder continues]

Is he here now?

I'm scared.

[doll squeaks]

[thunder continues]

Are you ill?

[glass shatters]


[doll squeaks]

[crying continues]

[girl screaming]



Stop it! Can't anyboy make them stop.

I don't
give a fuck for the dive. Fuckers! shit!

Fuckers! Shit!

Shut up!

This is Kramer. Don't Jump!

Well, if it isn't Fisher!
How are your theories doing, Fish?

I have something which might interest
you. Did you get my note about Osborne?

Messages can go around
that tube mail system for weeks.

He wrote to me, a confession:

the murder in the
harbor and one more here in Halle.

Do you know anything about that, Fish?

So I think
I solved your little mystery for you.

Got a bit over-involved you could say.

You know how
these things can happen, Fish, do you?

It's anarchy
in these parts, not freedom. Anarchy.

It confuses people.
They succumb, go under.

The Osbornes. He couldn't quite
cope with the element of crime.

He loved system, did Osborne.

When Harry Grey died,
Osborne brought his system
to completion. It took him over.

You believed his act.

I want to wake up now.

Are you there?

You can wake me up now.

Are you there?