School of Fear (1969) - full transcript
At a boarding school for boys in Northern Germany, one student named Kurrat vanishes one night without informing anybody after having had a fight with one of the teachers. Soon, the Police under the command of Inspector Klevenow learns of Kurrat's ambivalent, at times rebellious personality and that he was admired by many of his fellow students, jealously despised by some and strongly disliked by a few of the teachers. The interrogations reveal that Kurrat could either be dead or actually playing a macabre joke. Has somebody been too jealous, vengeful, disappointed or betrayed? Has someone killed Kurrat and plunged his body into the near sea? When Stallmann, a teacher with whom Kurrat was rumored to have had an affair, and Kurrat's father are found dead, the mystery grows. And when Kurrat finally and unexpectedly reappears alive, things get even more enigmatic. The solution of the mystery lasts back a long time into the past...
SEVEN DAYS OF GRACE
Damn!
Damn!
Ku rrat?
Why Ku rrat?
Oh, it's you, Doctor!
Could you shine that light
over here for a moment?
Thanks.
What made you think
it was Kurrat?
Already the second trip
this week!
In that case,
I'd call an electrician.
An electrician?
Rather the police!
I can't see why the police should
worry about an electrical trip, Muhl.
Lunzmann?
Lunzmann?
What's this masquerade about?
Where are Kurrat and Sickelcka?
- Well? Where are they?
- l...
Lunzmann can't help you,
he's sleeping.
- l... - Well?
- I don't know.
Come on, don't just
stare at me.
I've been sleeping.
"Sleep, the most
delicious of inventions."
"William Ratcliff" by
Heinrich Heine, 10th scene.
Correct, Genschke.
But I'd prefer to know where
Kurrat and Sickelcka are!
Very well.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Oh, to you as well,
Lunzmann.
Lucky for you, you've kept
your mouth shut!
Luck! They'll catch you
one day, assholes!
Watch out, Genschke.
You're in it too!
l'm sleeping.
l'm sleeping!
I don't know anything!
Say, did you notice
anything unusual?
Notice? What?
Where?
Some of our proteges
are on the fly.
- How many?
- Four.
Well, that's just a trifle.
Last week, seven were missing.
Are you actually saying
that this happens frequently?
Are you saying
you didn't know?
Anyhow, you seem to know
more than me.
All the better for you.
That way, you'll spare
yourself a lot oftrouble.
- Trouble?
- Yes, trouble.
Endless interrogations, embarrassing
questions, impudent lies.
And in the end, you're
always the one who's hoaxed.
You know I mostly tolerate your
special ideas about discipline, Fromm,
but don't you think we should
sometimes remind ourselves
of the responsibility
we took from the parents?
Oh, very nicely said,
Hendriks!
Well, I guess I'll have to
talk to the headmaster.
You want to squeal, Hendriks?
Kurrat needs a different treatment.
But why do you think
it's Kurrat?
I know my chaps!
Good night.
Come on, Kurrat, give up!
We're freezing our asses off!
If you don't want to, beat it!
I didn't force you to come along.
Come on!
Come on, guys!
Well, have I promised
too much?
Make yourselves comfortable, guys!
Self-service is customary here.
No inhibitions!
If you go wide in here,
it's your own fault!
Damn, this is a real
jerk-off theatre!
- How many are you tonight?
- Me, Hensen and two novices.
Gosh!
May I introduce:
the blue angel of Kuttevorde,
my friends, Mangold "The Tomtit" and
Hein Sickelcka. Let's gamble, boys!
Every time you throw a six,
you'll get 20 bucks.
Six!
Six!
- Six!
- You cheated!
- What do you mean, cheated?
- It was a four, not a six. Cheater!
- But I paid!
- That doesn't matter.
- Stupid game! - Why did you invite
this fart-stopper anyway, Kurrat?
He's spoiling our
whole party!
In Las Vegas, they wouldn't
let you in, Tomtit!
Give this to me,
you blackleg!
Cut the kitty's tail off,
don't cut it completely off,
leave her a little stump,
so she can go to church!
Now, be good!
Sweet, lovely and good!
Show me what you can do!
Six!
Oh boy!
- Now, let's party! Off with
Tomtit's clothes! - No! No!
Let go of me!
No!
Another night-exercise!
Where were you?
- Me?
- Who else?
On the loo!
I went to the loo!
Today I saw him!
Who did you see?
Ku rrat.
So?
Tomorrow, I'll report
him to the headmaster.
No, you won't!
Got it?
You won't!
You still owe me
an explanation.
Come on, Kurrat, out with it.
What happened last night?
I could also ask Lunzmann.
Or Genschke.
- But I'd rather hear it from you!
- I don't know anything.
Maybe you'll remember.
I bet you'll remember it.
Haven't you, haven't you got,
a woman in stock, or not?
Yes, yes, yes, we've got
various in stock!
- Prefer an elegant one?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- Perhaps a fat one?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- How about a queer one?
- No, no, no!
- I should think so!
- No, no, no!
Can she...
But of course she can!
You can all now prove that your good
mood can't be spoilt by anything.
Sickelcka, dispense them.
We'll write an essay.
- Typically Fromm.
- Yeah.
'The skin as the receptacle
of the emotional tools.'
Mangold?
Yes, Mr. Senior Lecturer?
I'm glad to hear you're
enjoying the topic.
Have you gone crazy?
Go, beat it!
At last!
What d'you mean,
at last?
At last, he's getting
his just deserts!
Fromm must've gone mad!
I wouldn't have done that
if I were you!
Say that again!
I wouldn't have done that
if I were you.
I can have my son beaten
by any ostler.
I don't need an expensive
private school for that.
But please! The presence ofthe
entire faculty should demonstrate
to you that this outburst of
unfortunate, misdirected anger
- is unanimously disapproved of!
- I'm not quite squeamish
and I think that sometimes, slaps
are a legitimate means to make
a young person self-reflect.
But this incident...
I'd rather talk about
an accident!
This accident doesn't fit in
with my ideas of a self-controlled,
unbiased guidance of human beings!
The behaviour of Mr. Fromm
is very simply explained:
He's very attached
to his dog.
And I'm very attached
to my son!
Excuse me, Mr. Kurrat!
Please consider that Mr. Fromm
is a personality who is,
well, highly respected
by all of us.
You of all people are saying
this, Mr. Stallmann?
- What's taking Fromm so long?
- He'll come any moment.
What I think is a side issue,
Mr. Stallmann.
It's not about me,
but about the boy.
After all, we want to normalize
the disturbed relationship
between student and teacher.
Otherwise, there will
only be 'either' and 'or'.
And I'd say the 'or' largely
depends on Mr. Fromm.
- But apparently, he's avoiding me.
- Not at all.
I've just apologised
to your son, Mr. Kurrat.
That's why I'm late.
Mr. Fromm, Mr. Kurrat.
Please take a seat.
Now you know that I've
apologised to your son.
Mr. Kurrat, I'd like to say that I
regret the incident very much.
And for my part, I'm
willing to forget everything.
But, Mr. Fromm, only the one
who's been treated unjustly
can express a will to forget.
Besides, there might be
a will to forget...
but a duty to forget...
doesn't exist.
How am | to interpret this?
Ladies and gentlemen, I'll pass
these silly slaps over in silence.
However, if you don't mind,
- I'd like a short talk with
Mr. Fromm in private. - Sure!
Mr. Kurrat, please accept
the thanks of our faculty!
You may retire, fellows!
- Fromm, of all people! - You've no idea.
- I bet he'll draw in his horns now!
- But they sure did the dog a bad turn!
- I would've done the same thing!
There he comes!
- Say, what happened?
- Nothing. He apologised.
- Better than nothing.
- And what will you do next?
Why next? He apologised!
Come on, Kurry,
don't be so hypocritical.
You're after his neck,
I can smell it!
- Mr. Kurrat! Your father wants you!
- I'm coming.
'Mister' Kurrat. Did you hear that?
'Mister' Kurrat!
But the Mister still
needs backing!
Well, surely it's nice to
have such a rich daddy!
And you only shoot your mouth off
when Kurrat isn't around.
Asshole!
The element beryllium was discovered
in 1809 in the mineral beryl.
Beryl would be polished to
produce an early form of spectacles.
This is why we call them 'Brille'.
[German for 'glasses']
Beryllium is...
Pretend as if nothing happened.
Don't let anyone notice.
I'll call you when
I'm home.
- Well then, goodbye son!
- Bye.
- Hello, Kurrat.
- Hello, Mr. Senior Lecturer.
Beryllium is an earth
alkali light metal
which, if added to alloys,
ensures great hardness.
Only the 1000th part ofthe
earth's crust consists of beryllium.
lf coloured green
by chrome sediments,
we know beryl as emeralds.
Blue-green beryl is
known as aquamarine.
Beryllium is becoming increasingly
significant in astronautics.
It's used as a structural material
for space capsules and rockets.
Its high elasticity and its enormous
ability to cope with pressure
immunize the highly complex control
systems against external influences.
What does gunpowder
consist of, Lunzmann?
- Of... of...
- Hensen, help him!
Of saltpetre, sulphur and
wood charcoal, I believe.
Who invented gunpowder,
Genschke?
lnvented by the Chinese around
1170, later by Berthold Schwarz,
after whom it was named.
Lunzmann, come
to the blackboard!
Write!
1. Who had intended
to provoke Fromm?
2. Who executed
this nonsense?
3. Which punishment
would be most suitable?
I expect answers to these
questions within 10 minutes.
I'd also suggest opening
the windows.
Ku rrat?
Yes?
- I congratulate you.
- For what?
For your father.
We had a long conversation.
I know.
I'd like...
to resume it with you,
if you like.
Perhaps in the afternoon?
What time?
Something forms,
in certain situations,
under certain conditions,
under inscrutable laws.
You don't know how,
but suddenly, it's there.
- What are you talking about?
- These crystals.
Do you like the photographs?
It's strange, but what
you just said...
almost sounded like one of
your pedagogical manifestos.
What are you trying
to tell me, Hendriks?
That we can only conquer the world
between the 16th and 20th years of age.
- We?
- Well, you, me.
All of us who dedicate ourselves
to this profession.
Come on, this is utopian,
pedagogical blabber.
I don't want to conquer
the world.
Not anymore.
- Why did you become a teacher then?
- Because I enjoy building up young people.
So that one day, they'll bite
themselves through, make their way
without losing their
courage and their minds.
Even ifthey get slapped unjustly.
That's what you wanted
to hear, isn't it?
'Part of a proper education is teaching
people how to marvel at something.'
My goodness, did you
write that, Hendriks?
No, it's by Huxley.
And if one's to believe him,
you're an excellent teacher.
You made the students marvel!
And me as well.
Come, Hendriks.
Just look outside.
Actually, they're wonderful
little beasts.
Smart and lusty
for life by nature.
And we do everything
to dissuade them from it.
- I'm sorry but I've an appointment
with Fromm this afternoon. - Fromm?
Yes, with Fromm. Down at the
water gate. Don't forget that!
- And what about Genschke?
- I'll leave him to you.
Castrate him,
if you want to!
Lunzmann!
Pick it up!
Pick it up!
What are you staring at?
Beat it!
Don't you touch it!
That fellow has treated you
like this for long enough!
Ku rrat!
I advise you one thing:
Pull yourself together,
otherwise I'll tell everyone
what a bugger you are!
- | suggest you apologise.
- What for?
- If you're a man, you'll apologise.
- Not now...
Please.
Now.
Right now.
No! No!
Let go of me!
ldiots! Scumbags!
Dirty pigs!
- Why did the headmaster relocate
you into our room? - I don't know!
- Did he ask you to spy on us?
- Ask him yourself!
- Did you squeal on
Kurrat to Hendriks? - No!
I didn't!
Leave him alone.
Maybe we're wrong.
You pigs! Pigs!
So the commissioner asked,
'But who, if not Genschke?’
I saw what you did
to Genschke.
What did you see, Mrs. Muhl?
How we took a shower?
And how we washed our backs?
And our little magic sticks?
But dear Mrs. Muhl!
Did you enjoy it?
For girls, this area is forbidden,
forbidden, forbidden.
Don't worry, Mrs. Muhl,
we won't tell anyone!
Well, as I said: your father
is a successful man.
Quite so.
A man who obviously
knows his aims.
He knows what he wants
and what he doesn't want.
Your father told me that you
get along with him very well.
It became like this
after he got divorced.
At times, I'd also
wished for a father
with whom I could talk
about everything.
About everything.
At least about essential things.
What do you mean?
Well, he doesn't need to know
every little thing.
lt'd just make me nervous.
But your father was also
educated at a boarding school.
Do you really think he
stayed there every night?
Why didn't you report me?
It would've been your duty.
There are things about which
one keeps silent, you know?
Who told you about it?
Genschke?
- Why do you mention Genschke?
- Why did I mention Genschke?
There's no reason.
Just like that.
I'm finished here, Mr. Senior Lecturer.
Can we go now?
Yes...
Why do you look like this?
Well, what do I look like?
Why are you painting
yourself?
- Why not?
- But we...
We've gotta go to the basement.
The heating. We have to.
We have to.
Have you ever thought
about who you are, Muhl?
Have you ever thought about
what you've become, Muhl?
Do you ever think about
where you are going?
Have you gone crazy?
Twice a week, you take the bucket,
scrubbing the urinals for the students!
And here you are, standing in front of me,
asking 'Why are you painting yourself?'
Shall I tell you something?
It makes me vomit!
But... you'll excite
the students!
That's good.
Very good, actually.
And better than
the other way around.
Yes?
Yes.
Yes.
I'm coming.
- Kurrat is gone!
- At last!
- He disappeared!
- All the better.
You haven't seen anything
or heard anything,
nor do you want to talk!
- I thought you were a friend
of his, Lunzmann? - Yes.
And nevertheless, you haven't
the faintest idea where he is?
- Maybe...
- Maybe what?
Maybe he just went
for some fresh air?
- And you, Sickelcka?
- I swear to god the almighty...
Sickelcka!
We've neither the time nor the spirit
for your nonsense!
- Have you got any idea?
- I swore! - Yes, perjury!
And Genschke was probably
sleeping as usual, right?
- Yes, Mr. Hendriks.
- Even though you're such a bright boy,
who usually knows
about everything.
Alright. I guess we've got no
choice but to inform the police.
Perhaps we should wait a little
longer before calling them.
It might just be a silly hoax.
- We know Kurrat well enough.
- As usual, I agree with you, dear fellow!
Thank you.
The scandal we'd provoke
by calling in the police
- might be bigger than its cause!
- Alright.
But we need to inform his father.
Please look up his number, will you?
Here.
This is the automatic answer machine
for number 47-56-89.
Mr. Kurrat is not at home.
The number of his office is 24-12-86.
What's so funny, Tomtit?
- You know how many expressions
there are for it? - For what?
Come on, don't be silly!
For the thing, of course!
- Don't you think that's useless?
- Here, there's a complete list:
Kicking, banging,
stuffing, bonking,
brushing, fiddling, rubbing,
balling, pushing...
Can't you wait till I'm finished?
Hammering, nailing, screwing...
- If you want to become a carpenter,
what do you need A-levels for? - ldiot!
What an idiot!
May | see this vocabulary book
for a moment? Keep your seat.
- B...but carpenter is
an honest profession! - Sure.
But since you'd like to be
the elite ofthe country,
you'll write me a nice, little
essay for tomorrow...
About the shifting significance of
sophisticated vocabulary
in our common speech.
By the way,
that list is rather incomplete!
Never mind that hoax theory!
I'm seriously concerned!
We have to assume that something
has happened to Kurrat!
- I believe you're too negative!
- At any rate, I think it'd be negligent
- to procrastinate over calling in the police
any longer! - Isn't this a private school?
- And thus, our private responsibility
is even bigger! - Fromm...
I believe we mustn't beat
around the bush any longer.
- Well... we need to tell them about it.
- Tell what?
I intended not to trouble
you with this triviality.
There are no trivialities
concerning this business!
Very well, maybe it's a hint
and we'll find Kurrat without
bothering ourselves with the police.
This wouldn't be the first night that
Kurrat didn't spend at the school.
- And you haven't told me before?
- Kurrat wasn't the only one.
The lady's name is Lonny...
- and she's quite 'sexy',
as they say. - Mr. Fromm!
I'm seriously outraged!
lt would've been your duty...
I teach chemistry
and biology.
What the students learn
at night isn't my responsibility.
So the lady's name is Lonny
and she's quite 'sexy',
as they say.
And from fall to winter, she's more
or less living offthe boarding school!
And now, gentlemen,
I'd like to know
what happened there, how often you
went there and who let you back in.
Lunzmann? Hensen?
Mangold?
Sickelcka?
- Genschke! - I never went
with them! - Aha!
So you never went with them,
but you knew and lied to my face!
- May | interrupt for a moment?
- Yes?
I'd say we should concentrate
on Kurrat's disappearance.
Genschke...
- Has Kurrat perhaps gone to
see this Lonny? - I don't know!
- I really don't know, but...
- But? Well?
Kurrat owns a tape recorder.
He recorded everything that happened
- during these...
- Speak up!
These "gents' parties"
and all that!
And... where is this recorder?
I think this is invading
the privacy of the students.
Muhl! Go upstairs with Lunzmann
and fetch this recorder!
Cut the kitty's tail off,
don't cut it completely off,
leave her a little stump,
so she can go to church!
Now, be good!
Show me what
you can do!
Six!
- Now let's party! Off with
Tomtit's clothes! - No! No!
At night at madam's
boarding school,
there is a lot of drool about,
The rector is called Raguse and
at night he opens the packages
from Flensburg, sent by 'Uhse'!
[German sex shop chain]
Outrageous!
There's no use in listening to
this nonsense!
- We said 'A', I think we should
also say 'B'. - I think so too.
Muhl! Take the boys
into the corridor!
- 'Nobis bene, nemini male'.
- What's that supposed to mean?
Mr. Meinke shares my opinion that
the students should remain here.
At Madame's school
there's a lecturer,
who liked to do it
once in a while!
He invited Miss Gabert and read
Goethe's divan poems with her,
that made him feel
much better!
The metre isn't right,
Sickelcka!
And then there was another lecturer
who also had his problems,
he liked to see
beautiful boys.
Alas, the boy went
to the village
where he was eaten
by the ravens.
Enough!
We won't listen to this
scandalous talk any longer!
Go back to your rooms and hold
yourselves at our disposal!
And I advise you to come back
with answers to my questions!
Hensen?
The last verse...
Wasn't that your voice?
Yes or no?
Yes.
So you know neither Kurrat,
Hensen nor Mangold and Sickelcka?
And of course, you know nothing
whatsoever of these so-called
"gents' parties"?
But I'm sure you can imagine
what will happen if we...
call in the police.
Mangold, for instance,
hasn't even turned 16 yet.
- But I thought you were from
the police! - I'm a teacher.
Pauker!
[Common for teacher]
Yes. Yes, Pauker.
But now, I'm looking for Alfred Kurrat
and I've been led to believe
- that he stayed here on the night
in question. - But I told you that...
And what's this?
Have you been working at the
boarding school for long?
So you've forgotten to whom
this scarf belongs?
I've never seen you here.
And you hardly will see me here.
l stimulate myself on another level,
different from my students.
So...
When was the last time
Kurrat came here?
- Want a cigarette?
- When?
Three days ago.
And you haven't seen
him since?
Think carefully of what
you'll answer.
Bloody Christ! You're acting
as if he was murdered!
Lunzmann! Are you crazy?
I thought you had curfew.
- I need to talk to you.
- Alright, what about?
About...
About Kurrat.
He... he told me that he'd meet
with Fromm at the water gate.
And what's so remarkable
about that?
Since then...
Since then, Kurrat's
been missing!
But that's just ridiculous,
spiteful student gossip!
- Why are you exaggerating it?
- I'm not exaggerating, Fromm.
But after all, you were the last
person who saw Kurrat.
You're not suspecting me of
murdering him, are you?
First a few slaps, then genuine
homicide? Come on, Hendriks!
Actually, I'm driving at
something entirely different.
Oh yes?
Supposing Kurrat wants to
play a bad joke on you?
Hendriks, your astuteness
has a naive smack to it.
I'm just trying to put
myself in his place!
You're not shying away from
anything, not even psychology!
- Apparently you've got no desire
to calm me! - Are you nervous?
- Yes. Because of you, Fromm!
- Thank you.
- But there's no reason to be.
- You really think so?
I think you should silence those
rumours circulating about you.
Oh, Hendriks, you're really wasting your
good intentions on the wrong object.
For instance, Stallmann
would be a better victim.
Unlike me, he's actually hurt
by the rumours about him.
- You mean Hensen's story on the tape?
- Among others.
Oh, that's just a cheap act of revenge!
You mustn't forget that Stallmann
has given Hensen pretty
bad grades in physics.
If it was just an act of revenge,
Hensen has done a good job.
Stallmann's nerves
are on the edge.
Stallmann?
Stallmann?
Stallmann!
How many of those
have you taken?
Just a tranquilizer.
No need to worry.
Stallmann! You need to
pull yourself together!
If I'm not mistaken, this is
Kurrat's camera bag.
- How did it get here?
- A significant question, Hendriks.
Of course, it means that Kurrat
has been here in the meantime.
After he met me
at the water-gate.
See how easily you
can deceive yourself?
Stallmann...
Stallmann, when was the last time
Kurrat came to see you?
In the afternoon?
In the evening?
The evening before
he disappeared?
Stallmann, Stallmann, what on
earth's the matter with you?
Why didn't you tell us?
Because it's nobody's
business and...
because...
because... because
I can't talk about it.
Are you aware that this resulted in the
gravest suspicions against Mr. Fromm?
What did Kurrat
want that evening?
Did he say something?
Isn't it rather unusual for him
to come to you at this late hour?
What's so unusual about it?
What?
Is it so unusual
that a student...
that a...
that a student...
has confidence in his teacher?
I'm sure he didn't
mean it like that.
I must ask you to stand
in for Dr. Hendriks.
He went to Hamburg to find out
the whereabouts of Kurrat's father.
I'm more than just embarrassed.
You know that l...
Come in!
- A visitor, Mr. Rector. An urgent one.
- But I told you...
The police, Mr. Rector!
- Klevenow. Good day!
- How do you do.
You're the headmaster
of this school?
- Yes. What can I do for you?
- I'm looking for Mr. Kurrat.
Ku rrat?
His secretary called us. He's been
absent from his factory for three days.
But it... it can't be!
Please have a seat, Mr...
Klevenow. K-L-E-V-E-N-O-W.
But...
What a most peculiar coincidence!
We're looking for him as well.
- And why are you looking for him?
- Because...
Because his...
his son is missing!
- Since when?
- The day before yesterday.
- And the idea of calling the police
didn't cross you mind? - But I...
- Miss Gabert will confirm that my first
thought was... - And the second one?
- You must've had more than
one thought. - Pardon me?
- There you are. I told you we'd
get into a mess! - What mess?
Do you think it's a pleasure
having the police around?
I want to know why you didn't
inform the police?
Because...
Because...
I can hardly wait for
your answer!
Your lesson, Miss Gabert!
Orpheus defeated
the realm of death,
he enchanted the people
ofthe shade with his chant
and he had Eurydike back.
We can see this scene in
another famous sculpture.
Orpheus putting his hand
on Eurydike's arm
because out of longing
for his loved one,
Orpheus did not adhere to one of
the conditions ofthe realm of death.
- Which condition, Lunzmann?
- lt's forbidden to turn around!
Scumbag!
l'm reprimanding you for
inappropriate behaviour, Jonigkeit!
And now come here and
apologise to Hensen!
Sorry!
Go back to your seat
immediately, Jonigkeit!
Immediately...
Say sorry!
I'm sorry.
Best regards from Ku rrat.
- Who has keys for this house?
- Only me and Mr. Kurrat!
- Nobody else? - Perhaps
Mr. Kurrat's son has one too.
But he doesn't live here,
he's at his boarding school.
- And what's your function here?
- l'm Mr. Kurrat's private secretary.
- And you went to the cinema with the
housekeeper yesterday night? - Yes, I did.
And when we came back,
it was all like is there.
Mr. Kurrat does not do this usually,
he is very orderly.
And you have no idea what
could be missing here?
[Speaks ltalian]
They are just photographs.
- What's that?
- They are just photographs.
| see. Yes, photographs.
- Who are you?
- Hello.
My name is Hendriks.
I'm looking for Mr. Kurrat.
Oh, Mr. Kurrat?
How interesting.
Has there been
a burglary here?
Are you here to confess
or what?
No.
But if you can do without your
police attitude for a moment,
we could talk
about it properly.
Mr. Kurrat's son has
disappeared. I...
- I'm one of his teachers.
- Well now.
It's getting more interesting
every minute!
You can't imagine the situation.
l was telling them about
Orpheus and Eurydike
and when I turned around, who
did I see? You and me, in colour!
It was really embarrassing!
Maybe we ought to be more careful.
- Careful? Why?
- I don't know.
- | feel like we're being spied on
all the time! - Don't be silly!
- And if it gets out?
- But it's out already!
And under these circumstances, I feel
forced to admit everything to the boys.
Admit what?
That I'm going to marry you,
the super-teacher, of course!
Doctor!
Muhl really has a rare talent
to burst in on the best moments.
They want you to come, Doctor!
They found a corpse!
Salt! We pour salt onto the eels
to rid them oftheir slime.
- But that's cruelty to animals!
- We've always done it like this.
Don't you wanna take a seat?
The inspector must be here any minute.
No, we've always
done it like this!
- Hello, Mr. Rector!
- Hello. - Klevenow.
Well, we can take a look right away.
I hope none of you will mind.
lnspector?
The boy we're looking for was
1.8 meters tall and had strong, dark hair!
- Why 'had'?
- I meant 'has'.
This will hardly help us. The head
ofthe corpse got caught in a propeller
and what's more, one arm is missing.
Probably eaten by the fishes.
We'll have to determine the
identity in another way.
Oh well, a body without life
is just a piece of shit!
- This is definitely not Kurrat!
- No.
It isn't.
It is almost certainly a man
aged between 40 and 45.
I suppose we're not needed anymore,
now that we know it's not Kurrat?
No.
It can't be Ku rrat.
- You don't happen to have an
intuition as to who it could be? - No...
I'd like to leave now if you don't
mind. I'm not feeling very well.
Stallmann!
- I recognize his scar!
- Who is Stallmann?
A teacher at our school!
Hendriks and I visited
him just two days ago.
He was downright confused.
- Suicide?
- Far from it.
He has been shot.
If you think you can bullshit me
the same way as your teachers,
you're mistaken.
lwon't be taken in by lies.
I don't care if you lie the snot
out of your noses. But not to me!
I know you consider me a member of
the limp generation, but anyhow...
I want to know the truth.
Well, that should do
as an introduction.
You boys can wait outside.
You'll stay here.
Let's start. Tell me about
these naughty verses.
- Oh, that was quite harmless.
- You call that harmless?
- Yeah. I wanted to pull Kurrat's leg.
- And why?
- Because he's always such a loudmouth.
- And why did you run down Stallmann?
- Because...
- Because what?
Well, | always had a feeling
that they...
That they what?
That they were screwing
each other!
That's just nonsense. Kurrat isn't gay,
just like you and me.
And if he was, it'd be neither
your nor my business.
- You think so? - Yes, I think so.
- And what did he think of Genschke?
- Nothing at all. He despises people like
Genschke. - And vice versa? - Ask him!
You don't like Kurrat
too much, right?
Kurrat... is a show-off!
- And into which category would
you put yourself? - Me?
- No. You!
- I don't understand you!
Maybe you'll understand better if
I claim that you hated Kurrat!
- Who says so?
- That's not important.
You were furious because he never
took you along to Lonny. Isn't that so?
- lnspector, l...
- I knew I was right!
- I bet Genschke made that up!
- No, my dear Lunzmann, I did. Well...
- I'd like to know why you dislike
Mr. Fromm so much? - Fromm?
VVhy?
- Because you spread such nicely
aimed rumours! - What rumours?
That Fromm eats naughty
students for breakfast!
- You have funny ideas! - No funnier
than yours! Kurrat, the 'corpse'!
But you know exactly
where Kurrat is!
- No! Why are you saying this?
- Because I'm saying it! Tell me:
Where could Kurrat be?
I believe he's dead.
As dead as Stallmann?
Yes.
And you believe he's alive?
- Kurry? - Yes, Kurry!
- I don't know where he is.
- Maybe he's at Lonny's!
- In her handbag or her powder tin?
- Who let you in and out at night?
Mrs. Muhl? - It wasn't Mrs. Muhl!
- And why did Mr. Muhl do it?
- Kurrat... - Kurrat what?
Kurrat bribed him! He paid his
debts at the pub and lottery!
- And...
- And Lonny!
- Lonny? Ugh!
- Come on, don't be a saint!
But you're all wrong, Inspector!
I'd never go astray, believe me.
I've taught singing to jokers that were
even funnier than you, just wait!
My respects, Inspector!
But surely, you'll appreciate my
rendering of an old Roman principle:
'Ego sum, qui sum'. I guess you'd
like to hear it in German, Inspector?
'I am who I am',
you little dud!
But I can change my
tune too, believe me!
A fine boarding school, really.
First of all, it's a genteel
boarding school, Mr. Chief Inspector!
- They don't just kill people here.
- But?
Here, they murder deliberately...
and prudently.
- Oh, isn't that chic?
- Come, come!
You won't get any closer
to the core!
Hendriks, Hendriks!
You never fail to fascinate me!
You always have such
audacious theories!
A pity they don't
convince me!
Anyhow,
there can be only one single
reason for Stallmann's death!
The whole thing is keeping
you remarkably busy!
Do you mind me giving it
a thought?
Stallmann must have
seen something...
with his telescope.
Fromm!
Have a look, Fromm!
Quick!
What was I supposed to see?
Fatima's holy mother?
Nonsense!
Kurrat!
I could swear
it was Kurrat!
It's all a matter ofthe nerves,
Hendriks. Nothing else.
My nerves have been
quite alright so far.
Say, what answer did you give me
when I asked you for your alibi?
None.
- In fact, you didn't ask me!
- Oh, did I not?
Fromm!
Why don't you say
what you want to say?
It's not that important.
I just thought...
If we live, we live
for the Lord,
If we die, we die
for the Lord.
Thus we are ofthe Lord,
both in life and in death.
[TO OUR DEAR COLLEAGUE STALLMANN]
The Lord has given it,
[REST IN PEACE]
the Lord has taken it away.
Praised be the name
ofthe Lord.
Since god, the almighty
hath decided
to call our brother
Hans Stallmann
from this earthly life,
we cradle his body
in god's acre.
So that he will be earth again,
from which he was taken.
Earth to Earth,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust.
I came back for Stallmann.
Why for Stallmann?
I heard he killed himself...
for my sake.
He was shot.
And you won't explain to us
why you ran away?
You don't want to tell us.
Or would you prefer...
these gentlemen to leave?
Inspector! We have the right...
I don't know which right
you're talking about!
That evening, when you
left the school...
were you with
Stallmann then?
Yes.
In his room?
What did you talk about?
About the tears of St. Lawrence.
The falling stars...
on unobscured August
nights...
- The Perseids.
- Yes.
And what else?
That's what I can't
talk about.
But it would be better
if you did.
So your relationship with
Stallmann was...
very close?
- Did he have enemies?
- Everyone has enemies!
- Don't talk nonsense now!
- I'm just tired!
Me too.
But we've got a murder
to solve.
Maybe we could adjourn
the interrogation
until tomorrow, considering the
physical condition ofthe student?
We've given him a single room
on our ward.
Well, alright.
But who will guarantee that
you won't run away again?
Me. You've got
my word.
Oh... Mr. Kurrat?
Where is your father?
My father?
I don't know!
You...
You're suspected of murder!
He'll probably have noticed
by now.
He's certainly
smart enough.
Are you mad?
- What do you want?
- What do we want?
We've been waiting
for you, you clown!
I can't understand you. Are you
here to celebrate my return
or Stallmann's funeral?
Alright, so he's dead.
Shot.
- You don't need to tell us!
- Here are your clothes!
I'm glad you're back!
- Is there anyone who knows more
than he's supposed to? - I don't know.
- Genschke shat out the usual lot.
- And we told them about the weather!
- Where were you anyway?
- At home.
- All the time?
- Hendriks is pestering us all the time!
Speaking of pestering:
Miss Gabert lost her pills!
- And what will you do now?
- I'm going to take a shower.
- Take a shower?
- Anything wrong with that?
I'm glad you're taking
care of Kurrat.
But now it's time for bed,
gentlemen!
Look, if we're getting on your
nerves, you might as well tell us.
You don't need to tell us
anything either, really!
- We don't want to know anything!
- You'll have to wait, Sickelcka.
Come, friends,
let's kiss our pillows!
Sickelcka!
Tomorrow at noon,
there'll be a big bang!
What's going on, Muhl? There's
no light in the entire building!
Somebody's been
tampering here.
- There we are!
- What would we do without you, Muhl?
What are you doing here?
On my bed!
Come, shove off and spread
your stink elsewhere!
Look at me, Genschke!
What did you two cook up?
Genschke...
Remember the shower...
Gas!
Gas!
Teachers!
Teachers!
- What happened?
- Gas!
Fromm!
Fromm!
Switch the gas mains off,
quick!
Ku rrat!
Higher!
Higher! Higher!
To the left!
So I was right!
The tread marks
lead to the pond.
They lead to the pond.
But not back again.
Number two!
Inspector! Inspector!
They want you on the phone
immediately! It's urgent!
These are the bullets we took
out of Stallmann's lungs.
They were fired
from this gun.
And apparently, Kurrat senior
was shot with this same gun.
- Kurrat's father?
- We just fished him out ofthe pond.
Do you mean to say
that Kurrat...?
I'm not saying anything, Mr. Rector.
I just concluded that here,
we have a weapon
which definitely killed
one man and probably
the other.
But that's a horrible suspicion
you're hinting at!
- What suspicion is that?
- That it was Kurrat who...
killed Mr. Stallmann.
Not bad.
Old Kurrat finds out about his son's
special relationship with Stallmann,
the son gets his inconvenient
father out of the way
and is thereupon blackmailed
by Stallmann. He...
Kurrat clears the table by
killing his teacher as well.
- Inconceivable! - Sort of. You've got
a vivid imagination, Mr. Rector.
- Unfortunately, also a dirty one.
- Inspector, I must ask you emphatically...
- Yes?
- Never mind.
By the way,
where's Mr. Hendriks?
He'll be back any minute.
Anyway, the question is:
Who killed young Kurrat?
Whoever it was...
apparently wanted to
simulate an accident.
An old, forgotten gas mains
and two locking caps,
which were removed
temporarily.
The marks left by
these pliers
are absolutely clean
and quite fresh.
They happen to be
your pliers, Mr. Muhl!
That's what I expected.
- Pardon?
- I expected you to suspect him.
Naturally, they're his pliers! But
why should that matter in any way?
That's what I'd like
to know.
Tell him!
Tell him what you did
and what you know!
He already did,
Mrs. Muhl.
B...but why are you
suspecting him then?
But aren't you suspecting
him too?
Excuse me.
An urgent call came in for
you at the office, Inspector.
- I've had it put through to here.
- Yes, thank you.
Klevenow?
Who called?
Repeat that, please.
No! Wait till I'm there!
Purzer! Take the evidence.
You must excuse me now,
but something came up.
Ladies and gentlemen,
for the time being, you're not
permitted to leave the school.
You're suspected of murder.
All of you!
- I'm leaving!
- They'll never let you go.
- You of all people! - This isn't
a school anymore, it's a morgue!
- My father will pick me up
in an hour. - Yes...
If you're still alive by then.
What... what do you want
from me?
What are you doing
in Kurrat's room?
Nothing at all, I didn't...
What?
Didn't you always want Kurrat
to go to the devil?
Now he has gone
where you wanted him to go.
What else do you
want now?
You must be crazy!
You...
You are crazy!
Did you come to see me, Hendriks?
Please, come in.
Hey there!
So?
- I have just one question.
- Go ahead!
Why did you kill Kurrat?
He just can't help it!
You had suspected me
before, Hendriks.
And, under the circumstances,
I was hardly offended by it.
But in this moment, you've
lost your marbles, my friend.
Like a drink?
Something forms,
in certain situations,
under certain conditions.
Why don't you approach that
admirable Inspector Klevenow?
He's interested in all
kinds of speculations.
Of course, you'd also have to
deliver some evidence.
I have a feeling, Fromm.
Oh sure, feelings.
Feelings are everything!
And what is your feeling
based on?
Why were you more concerned
about Kurrat's bath robe
than about Kurrat himself?
His bath robe?
The coroner would be
very grateful for this clue.
Don't you want to think it
over once more,
before making such a fool
of yourself, Hendriks?
I've given it quite
enough thought.
So did I.
But I've drawn completely
different conclusions.
Isn't it strange that you never
told me about them?
I meant to give you a chance
to correct your own mistakes.
A teacher who constantly
needs correction
isn't exactly an imposing
personality.
But since you enjoy it
so much,
I'll gladly recapitulate
the case with you.
You're forgetting something.
What?
Your dog.
Come, go on out.
Master will come soon.
We mustn't jump
to conclusions.
Let me, as the older of us, remind
you of the fundamental question:
The most vital part of a crime
is the motive.
This might not be a motive,
but it's something.
With gratitude to Wilhelm Kurrat,
who saved my life.
Helmuth Fromm.
I found it in the shower room.
Let me see it!
The man in this photograph
doesn't look like you.
He looks completely different.
Who are you,
Fromm?
That would be so useless.
Come in.
Who are you?
My name is Fromm.
Helmuth Fromm.
What do you mean?
That you've been living under a
false name for nearly 25 years!
Your real name is Brandt,
Dr. Felix Brandt.
Supervisor of section 7.
Medical experiments on
the living subject. Remember?
Do you remember, or
has it been too long?
'I herewith confirm the arrival
ofthe following objects
for the series of experiments
assigned to me:
Heinz Kruger, Andreas Galinski,
Tanja Nathanson,
Yuri Wasillowski,
Helmuth Fromm...'
And so on and so forth.
Signed: Dr. Felix Brandt.
Does that answer
your question?
Now I want to hear it
from your mouth!
From your mouth!
I killed Stallmann,
I killed Kurrat.
The father and the son!
Don't you shout at me!
Dr. Brandt, I have orders to
arrest you. Here's the warrant.
Just a second.
I'll be ready in a moment.
Hats off to you, Hendriks.
You should leave courageousness
to the police in future.
I wasn't feeling so
courageous, Inspector.
Rather, slightly melodramatic.
Besides, it wasn't as
dangerous as you think.
Since he he'd put his gun into Kurrat's
bath robe, he couldn't have shot me.
And the dagger...
EVERYTHING FOR GERMANY
Never mind...
May I hand this back
to you, Mr. Fromm?
Mr. Kurrat saved my life
back then.
He was a male nurse.
He stated that I had died in
the camp's isolation ward.
They didn't check up
on it any further,
as a human life wasn't
worth much...
back then.
Furthermore, the war
was about to end.
Brandt knew everything about Fromm,
he had all his papers and documents
and he also knew that Fromm
only had remote relatives.
The particulars of the teacher
Fromm served as a perfect basis
for a new, clean existence.
Until the old Kurrat
showed up here
and recognised him.
Because of a few slaps.
But Mr. Fromm, only the one
who's been treated unjustly
can express a will to forget.
Besides, there might be
a will to forget.
But a duty to forget
doesn't exist.
- However, if you don't mind, I'd like a short
talk with Mr. Fromm in private. - Sure!
During this talk, he demanded
of Brandt that he turn himself in.
He granted him a deadline
of seven days.
Then he informed
his son and me.
Today is the seventh day.
But how was Stallmann
involved?
There can be just
one explanation.
Stallmann had lost his
nerves and Fromm,
I mean Dr. Brandt, believed that
there was another witness.
Isn't it rather unusual that he
came to you at this late hour?
What's so unusual about it?
What? Is it unusual
for a student...
for a student to have
confidence in his teacher?
He had to assume
that Kurrat had confided his
knowledge to Stallmann.
He knocked me down!
- Go, get something, quickly!
- What, Mr. Rector?
Just anything,
something to cover him with.
It was an accident.
Mr. Fromm fell from his window.
Go back to your classes now.
It... it was an accident.
Subtitled by Draxtra aka AnDeRsSoN
aka RudolfLemkeSchmidt - 09/2010
Damn!
Damn!
Ku rrat?
Why Ku rrat?
Oh, it's you, Doctor!
Could you shine that light
over here for a moment?
Thanks.
What made you think
it was Kurrat?
Already the second trip
this week!
In that case,
I'd call an electrician.
An electrician?
Rather the police!
I can't see why the police should
worry about an electrical trip, Muhl.
Lunzmann?
Lunzmann?
What's this masquerade about?
Where are Kurrat and Sickelcka?
- Well? Where are they?
- l...
Lunzmann can't help you,
he's sleeping.
- l... - Well?
- I don't know.
Come on, don't just
stare at me.
I've been sleeping.
"Sleep, the most
delicious of inventions."
"William Ratcliff" by
Heinrich Heine, 10th scene.
Correct, Genschke.
But I'd prefer to know where
Kurrat and Sickelcka are!
Very well.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Oh, to you as well,
Lunzmann.
Lucky for you, you've kept
your mouth shut!
Luck! They'll catch you
one day, assholes!
Watch out, Genschke.
You're in it too!
l'm sleeping.
l'm sleeping!
I don't know anything!
Say, did you notice
anything unusual?
Notice? What?
Where?
Some of our proteges
are on the fly.
- How many?
- Four.
Well, that's just a trifle.
Last week, seven were missing.
Are you actually saying
that this happens frequently?
Are you saying
you didn't know?
Anyhow, you seem to know
more than me.
All the better for you.
That way, you'll spare
yourself a lot oftrouble.
- Trouble?
- Yes, trouble.
Endless interrogations, embarrassing
questions, impudent lies.
And in the end, you're
always the one who's hoaxed.
You know I mostly tolerate your
special ideas about discipline, Fromm,
but don't you think we should
sometimes remind ourselves
of the responsibility
we took from the parents?
Oh, very nicely said,
Hendriks!
Well, I guess I'll have to
talk to the headmaster.
You want to squeal, Hendriks?
Kurrat needs a different treatment.
But why do you think
it's Kurrat?
I know my chaps!
Good night.
Come on, Kurrat, give up!
We're freezing our asses off!
If you don't want to, beat it!
I didn't force you to come along.
Come on!
Come on, guys!
Well, have I promised
too much?
Make yourselves comfortable, guys!
Self-service is customary here.
No inhibitions!
If you go wide in here,
it's your own fault!
Damn, this is a real
jerk-off theatre!
- How many are you tonight?
- Me, Hensen and two novices.
Gosh!
May I introduce:
the blue angel of Kuttevorde,
my friends, Mangold "The Tomtit" and
Hein Sickelcka. Let's gamble, boys!
Every time you throw a six,
you'll get 20 bucks.
Six!
Six!
- Six!
- You cheated!
- What do you mean, cheated?
- It was a four, not a six. Cheater!
- But I paid!
- That doesn't matter.
- Stupid game! - Why did you invite
this fart-stopper anyway, Kurrat?
He's spoiling our
whole party!
In Las Vegas, they wouldn't
let you in, Tomtit!
Give this to me,
you blackleg!
Cut the kitty's tail off,
don't cut it completely off,
leave her a little stump,
so she can go to church!
Now, be good!
Sweet, lovely and good!
Show me what you can do!
Six!
Oh boy!
- Now, let's party! Off with
Tomtit's clothes! - No! No!
Let go of me!
No!
Another night-exercise!
Where were you?
- Me?
- Who else?
On the loo!
I went to the loo!
Today I saw him!
Who did you see?
Ku rrat.
So?
Tomorrow, I'll report
him to the headmaster.
No, you won't!
Got it?
You won't!
You still owe me
an explanation.
Come on, Kurrat, out with it.
What happened last night?
I could also ask Lunzmann.
Or Genschke.
- But I'd rather hear it from you!
- I don't know anything.
Maybe you'll remember.
I bet you'll remember it.
Haven't you, haven't you got,
a woman in stock, or not?
Yes, yes, yes, we've got
various in stock!
- Prefer an elegant one?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- Perhaps a fat one?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- How about a queer one?
- No, no, no!
- I should think so!
- No, no, no!
Can she...
But of course she can!
You can all now prove that your good
mood can't be spoilt by anything.
Sickelcka, dispense them.
We'll write an essay.
- Typically Fromm.
- Yeah.
'The skin as the receptacle
of the emotional tools.'
Mangold?
Yes, Mr. Senior Lecturer?
I'm glad to hear you're
enjoying the topic.
Have you gone crazy?
Go, beat it!
At last!
What d'you mean,
at last?
At last, he's getting
his just deserts!
Fromm must've gone mad!
I wouldn't have done that
if I were you!
Say that again!
I wouldn't have done that
if I were you.
I can have my son beaten
by any ostler.
I don't need an expensive
private school for that.
But please! The presence ofthe
entire faculty should demonstrate
to you that this outburst of
unfortunate, misdirected anger
- is unanimously disapproved of!
- I'm not quite squeamish
and I think that sometimes, slaps
are a legitimate means to make
a young person self-reflect.
But this incident...
I'd rather talk about
an accident!
This accident doesn't fit in
with my ideas of a self-controlled,
unbiased guidance of human beings!
The behaviour of Mr. Fromm
is very simply explained:
He's very attached
to his dog.
And I'm very attached
to my son!
Excuse me, Mr. Kurrat!
Please consider that Mr. Fromm
is a personality who is,
well, highly respected
by all of us.
You of all people are saying
this, Mr. Stallmann?
- What's taking Fromm so long?
- He'll come any moment.
What I think is a side issue,
Mr. Stallmann.
It's not about me,
but about the boy.
After all, we want to normalize
the disturbed relationship
between student and teacher.
Otherwise, there will
only be 'either' and 'or'.
And I'd say the 'or' largely
depends on Mr. Fromm.
- But apparently, he's avoiding me.
- Not at all.
I've just apologised
to your son, Mr. Kurrat.
That's why I'm late.
Mr. Fromm, Mr. Kurrat.
Please take a seat.
Now you know that I've
apologised to your son.
Mr. Kurrat, I'd like to say that I
regret the incident very much.
And for my part, I'm
willing to forget everything.
But, Mr. Fromm, only the one
who's been treated unjustly
can express a will to forget.
Besides, there might be
a will to forget...
but a duty to forget...
doesn't exist.
How am | to interpret this?
Ladies and gentlemen, I'll pass
these silly slaps over in silence.
However, if you don't mind,
- I'd like a short talk with
Mr. Fromm in private. - Sure!
Mr. Kurrat, please accept
the thanks of our faculty!
You may retire, fellows!
- Fromm, of all people! - You've no idea.
- I bet he'll draw in his horns now!
- But they sure did the dog a bad turn!
- I would've done the same thing!
There he comes!
- Say, what happened?
- Nothing. He apologised.
- Better than nothing.
- And what will you do next?
Why next? He apologised!
Come on, Kurry,
don't be so hypocritical.
You're after his neck,
I can smell it!
- Mr. Kurrat! Your father wants you!
- I'm coming.
'Mister' Kurrat. Did you hear that?
'Mister' Kurrat!
But the Mister still
needs backing!
Well, surely it's nice to
have such a rich daddy!
And you only shoot your mouth off
when Kurrat isn't around.
Asshole!
The element beryllium was discovered
in 1809 in the mineral beryl.
Beryl would be polished to
produce an early form of spectacles.
This is why we call them 'Brille'.
[German for 'glasses']
Beryllium is...
Pretend as if nothing happened.
Don't let anyone notice.
I'll call you when
I'm home.
- Well then, goodbye son!
- Bye.
- Hello, Kurrat.
- Hello, Mr. Senior Lecturer.
Beryllium is an earth
alkali light metal
which, if added to alloys,
ensures great hardness.
Only the 1000th part ofthe
earth's crust consists of beryllium.
lf coloured green
by chrome sediments,
we know beryl as emeralds.
Blue-green beryl is
known as aquamarine.
Beryllium is becoming increasingly
significant in astronautics.
It's used as a structural material
for space capsules and rockets.
Its high elasticity and its enormous
ability to cope with pressure
immunize the highly complex control
systems against external influences.
What does gunpowder
consist of, Lunzmann?
- Of... of...
- Hensen, help him!
Of saltpetre, sulphur and
wood charcoal, I believe.
Who invented gunpowder,
Genschke?
lnvented by the Chinese around
1170, later by Berthold Schwarz,
after whom it was named.
Lunzmann, come
to the blackboard!
Write!
1. Who had intended
to provoke Fromm?
2. Who executed
this nonsense?
3. Which punishment
would be most suitable?
I expect answers to these
questions within 10 minutes.
I'd also suggest opening
the windows.
Ku rrat?
Yes?
- I congratulate you.
- For what?
For your father.
We had a long conversation.
I know.
I'd like...
to resume it with you,
if you like.
Perhaps in the afternoon?
What time?
Something forms,
in certain situations,
under certain conditions,
under inscrutable laws.
You don't know how,
but suddenly, it's there.
- What are you talking about?
- These crystals.
Do you like the photographs?
It's strange, but what
you just said...
almost sounded like one of
your pedagogical manifestos.
What are you trying
to tell me, Hendriks?
That we can only conquer the world
between the 16th and 20th years of age.
- We?
- Well, you, me.
All of us who dedicate ourselves
to this profession.
Come on, this is utopian,
pedagogical blabber.
I don't want to conquer
the world.
Not anymore.
- Why did you become a teacher then?
- Because I enjoy building up young people.
So that one day, they'll bite
themselves through, make their way
without losing their
courage and their minds.
Even ifthey get slapped unjustly.
That's what you wanted
to hear, isn't it?
'Part of a proper education is teaching
people how to marvel at something.'
My goodness, did you
write that, Hendriks?
No, it's by Huxley.
And if one's to believe him,
you're an excellent teacher.
You made the students marvel!
And me as well.
Come, Hendriks.
Just look outside.
Actually, they're wonderful
little beasts.
Smart and lusty
for life by nature.
And we do everything
to dissuade them from it.
- I'm sorry but I've an appointment
with Fromm this afternoon. - Fromm?
Yes, with Fromm. Down at the
water gate. Don't forget that!
- And what about Genschke?
- I'll leave him to you.
Castrate him,
if you want to!
Lunzmann!
Pick it up!
Pick it up!
What are you staring at?
Beat it!
Don't you touch it!
That fellow has treated you
like this for long enough!
Ku rrat!
I advise you one thing:
Pull yourself together,
otherwise I'll tell everyone
what a bugger you are!
- | suggest you apologise.
- What for?
- If you're a man, you'll apologise.
- Not now...
Please.
Now.
Right now.
No! No!
Let go of me!
ldiots! Scumbags!
Dirty pigs!
- Why did the headmaster relocate
you into our room? - I don't know!
- Did he ask you to spy on us?
- Ask him yourself!
- Did you squeal on
Kurrat to Hendriks? - No!
I didn't!
Leave him alone.
Maybe we're wrong.
You pigs! Pigs!
So the commissioner asked,
'But who, if not Genschke?’
I saw what you did
to Genschke.
What did you see, Mrs. Muhl?
How we took a shower?
And how we washed our backs?
And our little magic sticks?
But dear Mrs. Muhl!
Did you enjoy it?
For girls, this area is forbidden,
forbidden, forbidden.
Don't worry, Mrs. Muhl,
we won't tell anyone!
Well, as I said: your father
is a successful man.
Quite so.
A man who obviously
knows his aims.
He knows what he wants
and what he doesn't want.
Your father told me that you
get along with him very well.
It became like this
after he got divorced.
At times, I'd also
wished for a father
with whom I could talk
about everything.
About everything.
At least about essential things.
What do you mean?
Well, he doesn't need to know
every little thing.
lt'd just make me nervous.
But your father was also
educated at a boarding school.
Do you really think he
stayed there every night?
Why didn't you report me?
It would've been your duty.
There are things about which
one keeps silent, you know?
Who told you about it?
Genschke?
- Why do you mention Genschke?
- Why did I mention Genschke?
There's no reason.
Just like that.
I'm finished here, Mr. Senior Lecturer.
Can we go now?
Yes...
Why do you look like this?
Well, what do I look like?
Why are you painting
yourself?
- Why not?
- But we...
We've gotta go to the basement.
The heating. We have to.
We have to.
Have you ever thought
about who you are, Muhl?
Have you ever thought about
what you've become, Muhl?
Do you ever think about
where you are going?
Have you gone crazy?
Twice a week, you take the bucket,
scrubbing the urinals for the students!
And here you are, standing in front of me,
asking 'Why are you painting yourself?'
Shall I tell you something?
It makes me vomit!
But... you'll excite
the students!
That's good.
Very good, actually.
And better than
the other way around.
Yes?
Yes.
Yes.
I'm coming.
- Kurrat is gone!
- At last!
- He disappeared!
- All the better.
You haven't seen anything
or heard anything,
nor do you want to talk!
- I thought you were a friend
of his, Lunzmann? - Yes.
And nevertheless, you haven't
the faintest idea where he is?
- Maybe...
- Maybe what?
Maybe he just went
for some fresh air?
- And you, Sickelcka?
- I swear to god the almighty...
Sickelcka!
We've neither the time nor the spirit
for your nonsense!
- Have you got any idea?
- I swore! - Yes, perjury!
And Genschke was probably
sleeping as usual, right?
- Yes, Mr. Hendriks.
- Even though you're such a bright boy,
who usually knows
about everything.
Alright. I guess we've got no
choice but to inform the police.
Perhaps we should wait a little
longer before calling them.
It might just be a silly hoax.
- We know Kurrat well enough.
- As usual, I agree with you, dear fellow!
Thank you.
The scandal we'd provoke
by calling in the police
- might be bigger than its cause!
- Alright.
But we need to inform his father.
Please look up his number, will you?
Here.
This is the automatic answer machine
for number 47-56-89.
Mr. Kurrat is not at home.
The number of his office is 24-12-86.
What's so funny, Tomtit?
- You know how many expressions
there are for it? - For what?
Come on, don't be silly!
For the thing, of course!
- Don't you think that's useless?
- Here, there's a complete list:
Kicking, banging,
stuffing, bonking,
brushing, fiddling, rubbing,
balling, pushing...
Can't you wait till I'm finished?
Hammering, nailing, screwing...
- If you want to become a carpenter,
what do you need A-levels for? - ldiot!
What an idiot!
May | see this vocabulary book
for a moment? Keep your seat.
- B...but carpenter is
an honest profession! - Sure.
But since you'd like to be
the elite ofthe country,
you'll write me a nice, little
essay for tomorrow...
About the shifting significance of
sophisticated vocabulary
in our common speech.
By the way,
that list is rather incomplete!
Never mind that hoax theory!
I'm seriously concerned!
We have to assume that something
has happened to Kurrat!
- I believe you're too negative!
- At any rate, I think it'd be negligent
- to procrastinate over calling in the police
any longer! - Isn't this a private school?
- And thus, our private responsibility
is even bigger! - Fromm...
I believe we mustn't beat
around the bush any longer.
- Well... we need to tell them about it.
- Tell what?
I intended not to trouble
you with this triviality.
There are no trivialities
concerning this business!
Very well, maybe it's a hint
and we'll find Kurrat without
bothering ourselves with the police.
This wouldn't be the first night that
Kurrat didn't spend at the school.
- And you haven't told me before?
- Kurrat wasn't the only one.
The lady's name is Lonny...
- and she's quite 'sexy',
as they say. - Mr. Fromm!
I'm seriously outraged!
lt would've been your duty...
I teach chemistry
and biology.
What the students learn
at night isn't my responsibility.
So the lady's name is Lonny
and she's quite 'sexy',
as they say.
And from fall to winter, she's more
or less living offthe boarding school!
And now, gentlemen,
I'd like to know
what happened there, how often you
went there and who let you back in.
Lunzmann? Hensen?
Mangold?
Sickelcka?
- Genschke! - I never went
with them! - Aha!
So you never went with them,
but you knew and lied to my face!
- May | interrupt for a moment?
- Yes?
I'd say we should concentrate
on Kurrat's disappearance.
Genschke...
- Has Kurrat perhaps gone to
see this Lonny? - I don't know!
- I really don't know, but...
- But? Well?
Kurrat owns a tape recorder.
He recorded everything that happened
- during these...
- Speak up!
These "gents' parties"
and all that!
And... where is this recorder?
I think this is invading
the privacy of the students.
Muhl! Go upstairs with Lunzmann
and fetch this recorder!
Cut the kitty's tail off,
don't cut it completely off,
leave her a little stump,
so she can go to church!
Now, be good!
Show me what
you can do!
Six!
- Now let's party! Off with
Tomtit's clothes! - No! No!
At night at madam's
boarding school,
there is a lot of drool about,
The rector is called Raguse and
at night he opens the packages
from Flensburg, sent by 'Uhse'!
[German sex shop chain]
Outrageous!
There's no use in listening to
this nonsense!
- We said 'A', I think we should
also say 'B'. - I think so too.
Muhl! Take the boys
into the corridor!
- 'Nobis bene, nemini male'.
- What's that supposed to mean?
Mr. Meinke shares my opinion that
the students should remain here.
At Madame's school
there's a lecturer,
who liked to do it
once in a while!
He invited Miss Gabert and read
Goethe's divan poems with her,
that made him feel
much better!
The metre isn't right,
Sickelcka!
And then there was another lecturer
who also had his problems,
he liked to see
beautiful boys.
Alas, the boy went
to the village
where he was eaten
by the ravens.
Enough!
We won't listen to this
scandalous talk any longer!
Go back to your rooms and hold
yourselves at our disposal!
And I advise you to come back
with answers to my questions!
Hensen?
The last verse...
Wasn't that your voice?
Yes or no?
Yes.
So you know neither Kurrat,
Hensen nor Mangold and Sickelcka?
And of course, you know nothing
whatsoever of these so-called
"gents' parties"?
But I'm sure you can imagine
what will happen if we...
call in the police.
Mangold, for instance,
hasn't even turned 16 yet.
- But I thought you were from
the police! - I'm a teacher.
Pauker!
[Common for teacher]
Yes. Yes, Pauker.
But now, I'm looking for Alfred Kurrat
and I've been led to believe
- that he stayed here on the night
in question. - But I told you that...
And what's this?
Have you been working at the
boarding school for long?
So you've forgotten to whom
this scarf belongs?
I've never seen you here.
And you hardly will see me here.
l stimulate myself on another level,
different from my students.
So...
When was the last time
Kurrat came here?
- Want a cigarette?
- When?
Three days ago.
And you haven't seen
him since?
Think carefully of what
you'll answer.
Bloody Christ! You're acting
as if he was murdered!
Lunzmann! Are you crazy?
I thought you had curfew.
- I need to talk to you.
- Alright, what about?
About...
About Kurrat.
He... he told me that he'd meet
with Fromm at the water gate.
And what's so remarkable
about that?
Since then...
Since then, Kurrat's
been missing!
But that's just ridiculous,
spiteful student gossip!
- Why are you exaggerating it?
- I'm not exaggerating, Fromm.
But after all, you were the last
person who saw Kurrat.
You're not suspecting me of
murdering him, are you?
First a few slaps, then genuine
homicide? Come on, Hendriks!
Actually, I'm driving at
something entirely different.
Oh yes?
Supposing Kurrat wants to
play a bad joke on you?
Hendriks, your astuteness
has a naive smack to it.
I'm just trying to put
myself in his place!
You're not shying away from
anything, not even psychology!
- Apparently you've got no desire
to calm me! - Are you nervous?
- Yes. Because of you, Fromm!
- Thank you.
- But there's no reason to be.
- You really think so?
I think you should silence those
rumours circulating about you.
Oh, Hendriks, you're really wasting your
good intentions on the wrong object.
For instance, Stallmann
would be a better victim.
Unlike me, he's actually hurt
by the rumours about him.
- You mean Hensen's story on the tape?
- Among others.
Oh, that's just a cheap act of revenge!
You mustn't forget that Stallmann
has given Hensen pretty
bad grades in physics.
If it was just an act of revenge,
Hensen has done a good job.
Stallmann's nerves
are on the edge.
Stallmann?
Stallmann?
Stallmann!
How many of those
have you taken?
Just a tranquilizer.
No need to worry.
Stallmann! You need to
pull yourself together!
If I'm not mistaken, this is
Kurrat's camera bag.
- How did it get here?
- A significant question, Hendriks.
Of course, it means that Kurrat
has been here in the meantime.
After he met me
at the water-gate.
See how easily you
can deceive yourself?
Stallmann...
Stallmann, when was the last time
Kurrat came to see you?
In the afternoon?
In the evening?
The evening before
he disappeared?
Stallmann, Stallmann, what on
earth's the matter with you?
Why didn't you tell us?
Because it's nobody's
business and...
because...
because... because
I can't talk about it.
Are you aware that this resulted in the
gravest suspicions against Mr. Fromm?
What did Kurrat
want that evening?
Did he say something?
Isn't it rather unusual for him
to come to you at this late hour?
What's so unusual about it?
What?
Is it so unusual
that a student...
that a...
that a student...
has confidence in his teacher?
I'm sure he didn't
mean it like that.
I must ask you to stand
in for Dr. Hendriks.
He went to Hamburg to find out
the whereabouts of Kurrat's father.
I'm more than just embarrassed.
You know that l...
Come in!
- A visitor, Mr. Rector. An urgent one.
- But I told you...
The police, Mr. Rector!
- Klevenow. Good day!
- How do you do.
You're the headmaster
of this school?
- Yes. What can I do for you?
- I'm looking for Mr. Kurrat.
Ku rrat?
His secretary called us. He's been
absent from his factory for three days.
But it... it can't be!
Please have a seat, Mr...
Klevenow. K-L-E-V-E-N-O-W.
But...
What a most peculiar coincidence!
We're looking for him as well.
- And why are you looking for him?
- Because...
Because his...
his son is missing!
- Since when?
- The day before yesterday.
- And the idea of calling the police
didn't cross you mind? - But I...
- Miss Gabert will confirm that my first
thought was... - And the second one?
- You must've had more than
one thought. - Pardon me?
- There you are. I told you we'd
get into a mess! - What mess?
Do you think it's a pleasure
having the police around?
I want to know why you didn't
inform the police?
Because...
Because...
I can hardly wait for
your answer!
Your lesson, Miss Gabert!
Orpheus defeated
the realm of death,
he enchanted the people
ofthe shade with his chant
and he had Eurydike back.
We can see this scene in
another famous sculpture.
Orpheus putting his hand
on Eurydike's arm
because out of longing
for his loved one,
Orpheus did not adhere to one of
the conditions ofthe realm of death.
- Which condition, Lunzmann?
- lt's forbidden to turn around!
Scumbag!
l'm reprimanding you for
inappropriate behaviour, Jonigkeit!
And now come here and
apologise to Hensen!
Sorry!
Go back to your seat
immediately, Jonigkeit!
Immediately...
Say sorry!
I'm sorry.
Best regards from Ku rrat.
- Who has keys for this house?
- Only me and Mr. Kurrat!
- Nobody else? - Perhaps
Mr. Kurrat's son has one too.
But he doesn't live here,
he's at his boarding school.
- And what's your function here?
- l'm Mr. Kurrat's private secretary.
- And you went to the cinema with the
housekeeper yesterday night? - Yes, I did.
And when we came back,
it was all like is there.
Mr. Kurrat does not do this usually,
he is very orderly.
And you have no idea what
could be missing here?
[Speaks ltalian]
They are just photographs.
- What's that?
- They are just photographs.
| see. Yes, photographs.
- Who are you?
- Hello.
My name is Hendriks.
I'm looking for Mr. Kurrat.
Oh, Mr. Kurrat?
How interesting.
Has there been
a burglary here?
Are you here to confess
or what?
No.
But if you can do without your
police attitude for a moment,
we could talk
about it properly.
Mr. Kurrat's son has
disappeared. I...
- I'm one of his teachers.
- Well now.
It's getting more interesting
every minute!
You can't imagine the situation.
l was telling them about
Orpheus and Eurydike
and when I turned around, who
did I see? You and me, in colour!
It was really embarrassing!
Maybe we ought to be more careful.
- Careful? Why?
- I don't know.
- | feel like we're being spied on
all the time! - Don't be silly!
- And if it gets out?
- But it's out already!
And under these circumstances, I feel
forced to admit everything to the boys.
Admit what?
That I'm going to marry you,
the super-teacher, of course!
Doctor!
Muhl really has a rare talent
to burst in on the best moments.
They want you to come, Doctor!
They found a corpse!
Salt! We pour salt onto the eels
to rid them oftheir slime.
- But that's cruelty to animals!
- We've always done it like this.
Don't you wanna take a seat?
The inspector must be here any minute.
No, we've always
done it like this!
- Hello, Mr. Rector!
- Hello. - Klevenow.
Well, we can take a look right away.
I hope none of you will mind.
lnspector?
The boy we're looking for was
1.8 meters tall and had strong, dark hair!
- Why 'had'?
- I meant 'has'.
This will hardly help us. The head
ofthe corpse got caught in a propeller
and what's more, one arm is missing.
Probably eaten by the fishes.
We'll have to determine the
identity in another way.
Oh well, a body without life
is just a piece of shit!
- This is definitely not Kurrat!
- No.
It isn't.
It is almost certainly a man
aged between 40 and 45.
I suppose we're not needed anymore,
now that we know it's not Kurrat?
No.
It can't be Ku rrat.
- You don't happen to have an
intuition as to who it could be? - No...
I'd like to leave now if you don't
mind. I'm not feeling very well.
Stallmann!
- I recognize his scar!
- Who is Stallmann?
A teacher at our school!
Hendriks and I visited
him just two days ago.
He was downright confused.
- Suicide?
- Far from it.
He has been shot.
If you think you can bullshit me
the same way as your teachers,
you're mistaken.
lwon't be taken in by lies.
I don't care if you lie the snot
out of your noses. But not to me!
I know you consider me a member of
the limp generation, but anyhow...
I want to know the truth.
Well, that should do
as an introduction.
You boys can wait outside.
You'll stay here.
Let's start. Tell me about
these naughty verses.
- Oh, that was quite harmless.
- You call that harmless?
- Yeah. I wanted to pull Kurrat's leg.
- And why?
- Because he's always such a loudmouth.
- And why did you run down Stallmann?
- Because...
- Because what?
Well, | always had a feeling
that they...
That they what?
That they were screwing
each other!
That's just nonsense. Kurrat isn't gay,
just like you and me.
And if he was, it'd be neither
your nor my business.
- You think so? - Yes, I think so.
- And what did he think of Genschke?
- Nothing at all. He despises people like
Genschke. - And vice versa? - Ask him!
You don't like Kurrat
too much, right?
Kurrat... is a show-off!
- And into which category would
you put yourself? - Me?
- No. You!
- I don't understand you!
Maybe you'll understand better if
I claim that you hated Kurrat!
- Who says so?
- That's not important.
You were furious because he never
took you along to Lonny. Isn't that so?
- lnspector, l...
- I knew I was right!
- I bet Genschke made that up!
- No, my dear Lunzmann, I did. Well...
- I'd like to know why you dislike
Mr. Fromm so much? - Fromm?
VVhy?
- Because you spread such nicely
aimed rumours! - What rumours?
That Fromm eats naughty
students for breakfast!
- You have funny ideas! - No funnier
than yours! Kurrat, the 'corpse'!
But you know exactly
where Kurrat is!
- No! Why are you saying this?
- Because I'm saying it! Tell me:
Where could Kurrat be?
I believe he's dead.
As dead as Stallmann?
Yes.
And you believe he's alive?
- Kurry? - Yes, Kurry!
- I don't know where he is.
- Maybe he's at Lonny's!
- In her handbag or her powder tin?
- Who let you in and out at night?
Mrs. Muhl? - It wasn't Mrs. Muhl!
- And why did Mr. Muhl do it?
- Kurrat... - Kurrat what?
Kurrat bribed him! He paid his
debts at the pub and lottery!
- And...
- And Lonny!
- Lonny? Ugh!
- Come on, don't be a saint!
But you're all wrong, Inspector!
I'd never go astray, believe me.
I've taught singing to jokers that were
even funnier than you, just wait!
My respects, Inspector!
But surely, you'll appreciate my
rendering of an old Roman principle:
'Ego sum, qui sum'. I guess you'd
like to hear it in German, Inspector?
'I am who I am',
you little dud!
But I can change my
tune too, believe me!
A fine boarding school, really.
First of all, it's a genteel
boarding school, Mr. Chief Inspector!
- They don't just kill people here.
- But?
Here, they murder deliberately...
and prudently.
- Oh, isn't that chic?
- Come, come!
You won't get any closer
to the core!
Hendriks, Hendriks!
You never fail to fascinate me!
You always have such
audacious theories!
A pity they don't
convince me!
Anyhow,
there can be only one single
reason for Stallmann's death!
The whole thing is keeping
you remarkably busy!
Do you mind me giving it
a thought?
Stallmann must have
seen something...
with his telescope.
Fromm!
Have a look, Fromm!
Quick!
What was I supposed to see?
Fatima's holy mother?
Nonsense!
Kurrat!
I could swear
it was Kurrat!
It's all a matter ofthe nerves,
Hendriks. Nothing else.
My nerves have been
quite alright so far.
Say, what answer did you give me
when I asked you for your alibi?
None.
- In fact, you didn't ask me!
- Oh, did I not?
Fromm!
Why don't you say
what you want to say?
It's not that important.
I just thought...
If we live, we live
for the Lord,
If we die, we die
for the Lord.
Thus we are ofthe Lord,
both in life and in death.
[TO OUR DEAR COLLEAGUE STALLMANN]
The Lord has given it,
[REST IN PEACE]
the Lord has taken it away.
Praised be the name
ofthe Lord.
Since god, the almighty
hath decided
to call our brother
Hans Stallmann
from this earthly life,
we cradle his body
in god's acre.
So that he will be earth again,
from which he was taken.
Earth to Earth,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust.
I came back for Stallmann.
Why for Stallmann?
I heard he killed himself...
for my sake.
He was shot.
And you won't explain to us
why you ran away?
You don't want to tell us.
Or would you prefer...
these gentlemen to leave?
Inspector! We have the right...
I don't know which right
you're talking about!
That evening, when you
left the school...
were you with
Stallmann then?
Yes.
In his room?
What did you talk about?
About the tears of St. Lawrence.
The falling stars...
on unobscured August
nights...
- The Perseids.
- Yes.
And what else?
That's what I can't
talk about.
But it would be better
if you did.
So your relationship with
Stallmann was...
very close?
- Did he have enemies?
- Everyone has enemies!
- Don't talk nonsense now!
- I'm just tired!
Me too.
But we've got a murder
to solve.
Maybe we could adjourn
the interrogation
until tomorrow, considering the
physical condition ofthe student?
We've given him a single room
on our ward.
Well, alright.
But who will guarantee that
you won't run away again?
Me. You've got
my word.
Oh... Mr. Kurrat?
Where is your father?
My father?
I don't know!
You...
You're suspected of murder!
He'll probably have noticed
by now.
He's certainly
smart enough.
Are you mad?
- What do you want?
- What do we want?
We've been waiting
for you, you clown!
I can't understand you. Are you
here to celebrate my return
or Stallmann's funeral?
Alright, so he's dead.
Shot.
- You don't need to tell us!
- Here are your clothes!
I'm glad you're back!
- Is there anyone who knows more
than he's supposed to? - I don't know.
- Genschke shat out the usual lot.
- And we told them about the weather!
- Where were you anyway?
- At home.
- All the time?
- Hendriks is pestering us all the time!
Speaking of pestering:
Miss Gabert lost her pills!
- And what will you do now?
- I'm going to take a shower.
- Take a shower?
- Anything wrong with that?
I'm glad you're taking
care of Kurrat.
But now it's time for bed,
gentlemen!
Look, if we're getting on your
nerves, you might as well tell us.
You don't need to tell us
anything either, really!
- We don't want to know anything!
- You'll have to wait, Sickelcka.
Come, friends,
let's kiss our pillows!
Sickelcka!
Tomorrow at noon,
there'll be a big bang!
What's going on, Muhl? There's
no light in the entire building!
Somebody's been
tampering here.
- There we are!
- What would we do without you, Muhl?
What are you doing here?
On my bed!
Come, shove off and spread
your stink elsewhere!
Look at me, Genschke!
What did you two cook up?
Genschke...
Remember the shower...
Gas!
Gas!
Teachers!
Teachers!
- What happened?
- Gas!
Fromm!
Fromm!
Switch the gas mains off,
quick!
Ku rrat!
Higher!
Higher! Higher!
To the left!
So I was right!
The tread marks
lead to the pond.
They lead to the pond.
But not back again.
Number two!
Inspector! Inspector!
They want you on the phone
immediately! It's urgent!
These are the bullets we took
out of Stallmann's lungs.
They were fired
from this gun.
And apparently, Kurrat senior
was shot with this same gun.
- Kurrat's father?
- We just fished him out ofthe pond.
Do you mean to say
that Kurrat...?
I'm not saying anything, Mr. Rector.
I just concluded that here,
we have a weapon
which definitely killed
one man and probably
the other.
But that's a horrible suspicion
you're hinting at!
- What suspicion is that?
- That it was Kurrat who...
killed Mr. Stallmann.
Not bad.
Old Kurrat finds out about his son's
special relationship with Stallmann,
the son gets his inconvenient
father out of the way
and is thereupon blackmailed
by Stallmann. He...
Kurrat clears the table by
killing his teacher as well.
- Inconceivable! - Sort of. You've got
a vivid imagination, Mr. Rector.
- Unfortunately, also a dirty one.
- Inspector, I must ask you emphatically...
- Yes?
- Never mind.
By the way,
where's Mr. Hendriks?
He'll be back any minute.
Anyway, the question is:
Who killed young Kurrat?
Whoever it was...
apparently wanted to
simulate an accident.
An old, forgotten gas mains
and two locking caps,
which were removed
temporarily.
The marks left by
these pliers
are absolutely clean
and quite fresh.
They happen to be
your pliers, Mr. Muhl!
That's what I expected.
- Pardon?
- I expected you to suspect him.
Naturally, they're his pliers! But
why should that matter in any way?
That's what I'd like
to know.
Tell him!
Tell him what you did
and what you know!
He already did,
Mrs. Muhl.
B...but why are you
suspecting him then?
But aren't you suspecting
him too?
Excuse me.
An urgent call came in for
you at the office, Inspector.
- I've had it put through to here.
- Yes, thank you.
Klevenow?
Who called?
Repeat that, please.
No! Wait till I'm there!
Purzer! Take the evidence.
You must excuse me now,
but something came up.
Ladies and gentlemen,
for the time being, you're not
permitted to leave the school.
You're suspected of murder.
All of you!
- I'm leaving!
- They'll never let you go.
- You of all people! - This isn't
a school anymore, it's a morgue!
- My father will pick me up
in an hour. - Yes...
If you're still alive by then.
What... what do you want
from me?
What are you doing
in Kurrat's room?
Nothing at all, I didn't...
What?
Didn't you always want Kurrat
to go to the devil?
Now he has gone
where you wanted him to go.
What else do you
want now?
You must be crazy!
You...
You are crazy!
Did you come to see me, Hendriks?
Please, come in.
Hey there!
So?
- I have just one question.
- Go ahead!
Why did you kill Kurrat?
He just can't help it!
You had suspected me
before, Hendriks.
And, under the circumstances,
I was hardly offended by it.
But in this moment, you've
lost your marbles, my friend.
Like a drink?
Something forms,
in certain situations,
under certain conditions.
Why don't you approach that
admirable Inspector Klevenow?
He's interested in all
kinds of speculations.
Of course, you'd also have to
deliver some evidence.
I have a feeling, Fromm.
Oh sure, feelings.
Feelings are everything!
And what is your feeling
based on?
Why were you more concerned
about Kurrat's bath robe
than about Kurrat himself?
His bath robe?
The coroner would be
very grateful for this clue.
Don't you want to think it
over once more,
before making such a fool
of yourself, Hendriks?
I've given it quite
enough thought.
So did I.
But I've drawn completely
different conclusions.
Isn't it strange that you never
told me about them?
I meant to give you a chance
to correct your own mistakes.
A teacher who constantly
needs correction
isn't exactly an imposing
personality.
But since you enjoy it
so much,
I'll gladly recapitulate
the case with you.
You're forgetting something.
What?
Your dog.
Come, go on out.
Master will come soon.
We mustn't jump
to conclusions.
Let me, as the older of us, remind
you of the fundamental question:
The most vital part of a crime
is the motive.
This might not be a motive,
but it's something.
With gratitude to Wilhelm Kurrat,
who saved my life.
Helmuth Fromm.
I found it in the shower room.
Let me see it!
The man in this photograph
doesn't look like you.
He looks completely different.
Who are you,
Fromm?
That would be so useless.
Come in.
Who are you?
My name is Fromm.
Helmuth Fromm.
What do you mean?
That you've been living under a
false name for nearly 25 years!
Your real name is Brandt,
Dr. Felix Brandt.
Supervisor of section 7.
Medical experiments on
the living subject. Remember?
Do you remember, or
has it been too long?
'I herewith confirm the arrival
ofthe following objects
for the series of experiments
assigned to me:
Heinz Kruger, Andreas Galinski,
Tanja Nathanson,
Yuri Wasillowski,
Helmuth Fromm...'
And so on and so forth.
Signed: Dr. Felix Brandt.
Does that answer
your question?
Now I want to hear it
from your mouth!
From your mouth!
I killed Stallmann,
I killed Kurrat.
The father and the son!
Don't you shout at me!
Dr. Brandt, I have orders to
arrest you. Here's the warrant.
Just a second.
I'll be ready in a moment.
Hats off to you, Hendriks.
You should leave courageousness
to the police in future.
I wasn't feeling so
courageous, Inspector.
Rather, slightly melodramatic.
Besides, it wasn't as
dangerous as you think.
Since he he'd put his gun into Kurrat's
bath robe, he couldn't have shot me.
And the dagger...
EVERYTHING FOR GERMANY
Never mind...
May I hand this back
to you, Mr. Fromm?
Mr. Kurrat saved my life
back then.
He was a male nurse.
He stated that I had died in
the camp's isolation ward.
They didn't check up
on it any further,
as a human life wasn't
worth much...
back then.
Furthermore, the war
was about to end.
Brandt knew everything about Fromm,
he had all his papers and documents
and he also knew that Fromm
only had remote relatives.
The particulars of the teacher
Fromm served as a perfect basis
for a new, clean existence.
Until the old Kurrat
showed up here
and recognised him.
Because of a few slaps.
But Mr. Fromm, only the one
who's been treated unjustly
can express a will to forget.
Besides, there might be
a will to forget.
But a duty to forget
doesn't exist.
- However, if you don't mind, I'd like a short
talk with Mr. Fromm in private. - Sure!
During this talk, he demanded
of Brandt that he turn himself in.
He granted him a deadline
of seven days.
Then he informed
his son and me.
Today is the seventh day.
But how was Stallmann
involved?
There can be just
one explanation.
Stallmann had lost his
nerves and Fromm,
I mean Dr. Brandt, believed that
there was another witness.
Isn't it rather unusual that he
came to you at this late hour?
What's so unusual about it?
What? Is it unusual
for a student...
for a student to have
confidence in his teacher?
He had to assume
that Kurrat had confided his
knowledge to Stallmann.
He knocked me down!
- Go, get something, quickly!
- What, Mr. Rector?
Just anything,
something to cover him with.
It was an accident.
Mr. Fromm fell from his window.
Go back to your classes now.
It... it was an accident.
Subtitled by Draxtra aka AnDeRsSoN
aka RudolfLemkeSchmidt - 09/2010