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I was on call,
driving to a mountain lodge...

... called
"The Dead Mountaineer's Hotel".

It was quite a difficult drive.

DEAD MOUNTAINEER'S HOTEL

Many years have passed now...

... but on dull shifts
or during sleepless nights...

... I often recall what happened.

And even now I cannot decide
whether I was right or not.

What's strange is I can tell no one
how it actually happened.

Not my wife,
friends or the authorities.

Only I know the whole truth.

That's the mountaineer.
He was caught in an avalanche.

He was carried 500 meters
to his death.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

I am Alex Snewahr...

... owner of the hotel, the valley
and the surrounding mountains.

This is Lell,
loyal friend of the deceased.

I'm police inspector Peter Glebsky.
What happened here?

- Excuse me?
- You called the police.

Me?

Hello, Captain, this is Glebsky.

Nothing's going on
in the hotel.

Yes, false alarm.
What?

No, I can't come back today.

There is fog in the mountains.

What? Ah, wine?

Well, well, okay.

I understand
that one of my guests...

- Yes, it must have been.
- My sincere apologies.

It's okay.

I'd be happy to spend the night
and try your famous "Edelweiss".

My wine cellars
are at your command!

Lell!

Room seven.

- Great fly, wasn't it?
- Yes.

Well?

Thanks, Lell.
You can go now.

What beauties you have here.
Just like Hollywood.

Hello.

Yes...

It's beautiful here!

- I'm Peter Glebsky, police inspector.
- Hinckus.

Nice to meet you.
I just arrived.

Been here long?

I have tuberculosis.
I need fresh air, doctors tell me.

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

Is that the dinner bell?

- Let's go then. Are you coming?
- I'll join you later.

What are you doing up there?
Need help?

I'm Simon Simonet,
commander of the cyber-forces.

Funny, isn't it?

At ease.

Police inspector Peter Glebsky.

I am actually a physicist.
Four years without a vacation.

Project Midas. Heard of it?
Top secret.

- Yes.
- I'm here to climb...

... but there's too much snow.

So I climb the walls.

The doctors prescribed
sensory pleasures.

Imagine this...
Please, let's have a seat.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present Inspector Glebsky.

This is my distant relative,
Brun.

- Next to her is Olaf Andvarafors.
- How do you do?

Mrs. Moses.
Allow me to introduce...

Here you go.

I love policemen.
Heroes, daredevils...

Are you a daredevil, Inspector?

Alas, Madame,
I'm a common police officer.

Can't be.

A man of such looks
cannot be anything but a daredevil.

- Oh, really?
- How do you do, gentlemen?

Mr. Moses, I present our guest
Inspector Glebsky.

My pleasure.

Mr. Moses.
We were talking about aliens.

I completely share
Mr. Däniken's opinion...

... that aliens
have repeatedly visited Earth.

Your Däniken is a charlatan.

You are a physicist, Simonet.
Meaning you are a rationalist.

But this question
is the stuff of poetry.

Mr. Inspector, what do you think?

I'm a strong rationalist.
I'm a policeman.

Everything around me —

... a pleasant hotel, a nice owner,
somewhat strange guests...

... and amazingly beautiful mountains —
everything boded for a pleasant evening.

I felt grateful to the Captain
who sent me.

Mr. Inspector,
you're a real man.

Give Olaf a beating.

Ah, Olaf, the police
will make mincemeat out of you!

- Mincemeat is food.
- Then he'll make food from you.

Why?

- To eat you up.
- But we just had lunch.

- It's impossible to talk to you.
- Why?

It was a very
good conversation.

But mincemeat is still a food.

And the Inspector
will not succeed...

... in turning me into food.

- A pleasure.
- Mine too.

- Let's go.
- Let's go. Bye.

Oh, Simonet, you're incredible.

Just like a monkey.

Excuse me...

... I'm being called.

I have to go.

Who called you?
Did you hear anything?

What a woman...

- Drives you crazy.
- Yes, yes.

You dropped something.

Ah, thanks.

Is something wrong?

No, don't worry.

What are you doing, Moses?
You'll lose your rook in three moves.

And who is...

... this Mr. Moses?

He's registered
as a travelling businessman.

But I've no idea
where he's travelling.

The road ends here.

The only way is back.

Don't be a wallflower,
Mr. Inspector.

Can I ask you to dance?

What a beautiful view,
isn't it?

Hinckus is still on the roof.

Poor guy.

Why? I don't like him.

Mrs. Moses?
You promised me a dance.

Simonet sobered me...

... and yes, I got drunk.

Whether it was from the wine, Mrs. Moses,
or something else, I do not know.

But I felt
I had to get some air.

And I had to do something about
the anonymous note thrust into my pocket.

It read:

"Hinckus is part of
a criminal organization.

He's a dangerous terrorist
called 'Owl'.

A murder is planned.
Do something."

Hinckus! Hinckus!

What is it?
What happened?

Olaf! Hey!
You have no power either?

Quiet, gentlemen.
Quiet, please.

The light will be back
in two minutes.

Everything will be all right.
I will turn on our backup generator.

No sign of life
in Hinckus' room.

It was as if he had vanished
underground.

This was not a weapon
of a criminal.

But why did he keep the toy
in his case?

Looked like he was being set up
as a dangerous criminal.

But by who?

Kaisa!

Kaisa, come here, quick!

Kaisa!

- What's wrong with him?
- No idea. Hypothermia, I presume.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

Quickly, get a Brandy,
or something hot!

Are you asleep?

I'll fetch it myself.

Cold as ice.

Perhaps he is a friend of
Mr. Hinckus?

- Mr. Hinckus?
- Yes, yes.

I heard him dictating a telegram:
"I'm waiting for you, come quickly."

Yes, things look bad.
No connection. The telephone is gone.

The avalanche
has cut us off completely.

It will take them a week
to dig us out.

He doesn't even have
a handkerchief.

- Are you alone?
- He is weak.

Is somebody expecting you?

Olaf.

Olaf Andvarafors.

Olaf!

Olaf!

Strange...
The door is locked from the inside.

My God,
what's wrong with him?

He's dead.

- Is this his suitcase?
- Yes.

- Is this all of his baggage?
- Yes, only this suitcase.

Don't tell anyone
about this yet.

Check the garage
if any car is missing.

If you see Hinckus,
try to detain him.

- Now go.
- Yes.

The hand of the corpse was stretched out
and almost touching a small suitcase.

Olaf's head
was unnaturally twisted back.

What strength
the killer must have had...

Who did this?

Who did this?
Who tied you up?

How should I know?

What time is it?

- One in the morning.
- One in the morning?

One in the morning!
One in the morning!

Calm down! Calm down!

Pull yourself together,
Hinckus!

- Who attacked you?
- I don't know.

- When did it happen?
- Just before 10 p.m.

- Do you suspect someone?
- No, no, no... I don't know! I don't know!

From behind! I don't know!
I don't know!

Don't play dumb.

I...

I...

I...

I swear...
I swear I didn't kill this woman.

- She was already cold when I came in.
- Wait a second...

- She was...
- Shut up!

Okay, now talk.

Tell me what happened.

Here's what happened:

She had been flirting with me,
but I didn't dare...

But this evening...

She was stone-cold dead.

I swear it.

- Come with me.
- Where to?

To the cell! To solitary!
To the torture chamber! Idiot...

Just a moment.

Put your pants on!

Please forgive me.

I swear it! I swear!

I was drunk, but not as much
that I wouldn't have realized that!

Look. This should be related
to your profession.

Very interesting.

- Where did you find this?
- It's Olaf's.

Well... I don't get it.

Strange contraption.

No...

Not my line of work.

Something military,
or from outer space.

Be careful.
This might be dangerous.

All right. Go to bed.

No... No...

This is madness...

That was all I needed.

Military
or from outer space...

There we go.

This is the safest place for it.

Take the key.

Alex. Are you sure Olaf and Brun
retired between 10 and 10:30 p.m.?

- Yes. Absolutely sure.
- Thanks. That's very important.

- You crazy?
- Turn it off!

- At 3 a.m.!
- Get the light off of me!

Go away!

- What's your business here?
- Don't shout.

Tell me where and when
you saw Olaf for the last time.

Ah, yes?

And why do I have
to tell you this?

Get out!
Go to hell, you goddamn cop!

Stop it.

There was a murder in the hotel
and I am investigating it.

Who is the victim?

I'll tell you later.
Now listen to me.

Between 10 and 10:30 p.m.
you left the dance hall with Olaf.

And then?

I didn't hear from him again.

Okay.
Let's assume that's true.

Perhaps you saw
someone in the hall?

Did somebody pass you?
Mrs. Moses?

No?

- Hinckus was walking down the hall.
- Hinckus? Hinckus...

Hinckus!

After 10 p.m.?

How was he dressed?

In that silly fur coat of his.

Listen, Hinckus,
I'm tired of you.

Why'd you lie about being assaulted at 10 p.m.?
You were seen after 10 p.m.?

That's the thing, Inspector.

They saw me in the hallway...
and I saw... me.

And I tied up... myself.

I... myself...

Do you understand?

I...

... me.

Until then I hadn't made
a single mistake.

No, I did make
one key mistake:

I did not sense the danger.

I should have, must have realized
something unusual.

But I did not.

I didn't know whom to suspect.

The women were ruled out.
Moses, too.

Hinckus was tied up.

Maybe someone was disguised
as Hinckus?

I don't like it here!
I don't like your hotel!

The interrogations, murders,
avalanches, dogs, your cluelessness.

And as for the policeman,
he breaks into my wife's room at night!

How can you humiliate someone like this!
My wife, in this case!

I understand... I understand, Mr. Moses,
but I'd still like to ask you...

I already know you won't rest until
you get answers to your foolish questions.

Well, remember,
only two questions.

Yes. Thanks.
I'm investigating a murder.

It's very important.

Oh, gentlemen!
Wonderful night, isn't it?

Please, take a seat.

I must apologize
for intruding at night...

... but I did notice
you weren't asleep.

- Tell me, did something awake you?
- Yes, indeed, I wasn't sleeping.

But I cannot say
that anything woke me up.

- You didn't hear anything?
- No, nothing.

You didn't hear the avalanche?

Avalanche?

What avalanche?

Nothing terrible,
I'll tell you later.

Around 9:30 p.m. last night
you left the dance hall for a bit.

Did you see anyone
in the hall?

It seems to me...
But of course!

On my way back,
I saw Olaf and Brun...

... holding hands
and talking like lovers do.

Thank you, Mrs. Moses,
you've been a great help.

The victim is Olaf.

I know you were the last
to see him alive.

You lied to me
about parting at the door.

Where did you part?
Where, when and how?

What is it?

Quick!

Go! Go away!

Go now!

And I never saw him again.

I am sorry, Inspector,
you're on the wrong track.

Your professional skills
are meaningless here.

Like time
at greater than light speed.

- Alex, I like you.
- I like you too.

But if you play with me,
I'll suspect you.

That would mean
a world of trouble.

Yes, of course.

There's nothing we can do.

You are not ripe yet.

I'm so ripe
I will fall off the tree soon.

Some tribes in Central Africa
know how to revive their dead.

The phenomenon
is called "zombie".

Perhaps "zombie"
is the third state of living organisms.

I was tired
and at an impasse.

I was listening to Snewahr
talk about zombies and fell asleep.

What?

What is it?
What happened?

Where did this come from?

Did you bring it?

There's only one possibility:
That the gun was thrown from the roof.

Thus it was Hinckus
stalking someone.

Inspector!

Inspector,
I've been looking for you!

That guy
has regained consciousness!

Is Olaf Andvarafors here?

Excuse me,
I need to ask a few questions.

What is your name?

Luarvik.

- And your first name?
- Luarvik.

Mr. Luarvik Luarvik?

Yes.

All right...

And who are you?

Are you a foreigner?

Yes, a foreigner.

Don't come in!

Please leave immediately,
Mr. Moses!

Don't shout at me.

I'm leaving.

I must inform you
that Olaf Andvarafors was killed tonight.

Killed?

Dead?

- You don't really know.
- I saw him myself, he is dead.

- I want to see him.
- Why?

I have business with him.

- Did he need to pass something to you?
- No, I have to talk to him.

What about?

To him.

To him.

Listen, Mr. Luarvik.
I'm investigating a murder.

Sooner or later
you'll tell me everything.

- This may result in a lot of trouble.
- Why?

- You want to identify the body?
- Identify... Recognize...

How can you recognize him
if you haven't seen his face?

Why face?

Whose face?

Get dressed.

This is Olaf Andvarafors.

- Strange.
- How did you recognize him?

I recalled.

- I have seen him.
- And where did you see him?

Elsewhere.
Not important now.

Are you looking for something?

Maybe a suitcase?

Where is it?

I have the suitcase.

Good.

Bring it to me.

Okay, but first
you answer my questions.

Why?

Why questions again?

I do not want questions.

I...

I... I want to lie down.

Where can I lie down?

What to make of this?

I am almost convinced
that Olaf, Luarvik and Moses...

... belong to the same gang —
which doesn't want publicity.

But Hinckus...
This is his revolver.

He's also
somehow connected to them.

And that's where
I made my main mistake.

Linking Moses, Luarvik and Olaf
to the murder.

Are we holding Hinckus
for no reason?

Let's set him free...

... like a fox
into the chicken coop.

Snewahr, make sure
that everyone is at breakfast.

It's important.

Good morning, Simonet!

- Good morning, Brun.
- Hello.

- Good morning, Inspector.
- Good morning.

- How did you sleep?
- Good, thanks.

You don't look so good.

- Well, did you find anything?
- It depends.

I sense
the smell of death here.

We have beautiful weather today.
So warm and sunny...

Poor Olaf didn't live to see it.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Let me present Mr. Luarvik Luarvik.
He arrived last night.

A pleasure.

Gentlemen...

... we are temporarily cut off
from the rest of the world.

I understand
that we're all under pressure.

But don't forget, the investigation
is in Inspector Glebsky's reliable hands.

Attention, please.
I have an announcement to make.

It appears some crooks selected this hotel
as the place to settle their scores.

With the help of Mr. Snewahr
I sent word to the police by pigeon.

A police helicopter will arrive shortly.
The criminals will get their just deserts.

I advise that
criminal activity be ceased.

I'm warning you...

... or else your position here
will be completely hopeless.

Thank you for your attention.

Ah, how interesting.
There are killers among us?

I wanted to scare them...

... but I knew that
my pretend pigeons wouldn't help.

We were cut off
and I could count only on myself.

Wait.

Wait, Hinckus.

- We have to talk.
- About what?

Sit down.

Of course, police tactics...

Part of the job.

Well, Owl, let's hear it.

A frank confession
is your only chance.

You're confused, Inspector.
What "Owl"?

Is this yours?

I don't understand, Inspector.
What do you want?

Think fast — it will be better for you.
Your friends will not come in time.

But the police
will arrive at any second.

You got what you deserved!

Inspector, where are you hurt?
Your arm?

You were lucky, Inspector.
Very lucky.

Pour some water on his head.

He's coming to.

Well, Owl...

... should we talk now?

Damn it all!
I've had it with all this!

- Ask. If I know how to answer...
- Who are you?

Have you heard of
the hit squads?

I see...

Well, I was a member of one of them.
But this here! This is horrifying!

Believe me, there are
supernatural forces at play.

Cut the crap!
Get to the point!

Half a year ago, some guy approached us.
No one knew his name.

They called him Master.
They assigned the hardest jobs to him.

Remember
the Second National Bank job?

That was his doing.

But then he quit working with us.
Left us high and dry.

Oh, yes,
he was always a bit eccentric.

Wouldn't let us kill hostages,
or anyone!

He said we shouldn't!

That's why he had a fight with the boss.
And then he disappeared!

Along with his assistant
and his wife.

I was ordered by the boss
to find them!

And you found them here.

- Who are they?
- No!

You tell me who they are!

What man could get the better of me,
as if I were a kitten?

- But this person did.
- What?

Who?

This...

... woman.

Moses knew I would not let him live.
So he set his wife against me.

She was coming right at me!

You don't believe me,
but I was approaching myself!

I don't know
how I didn't lose my mind.

Who is Olaf?

- Is he also from your gang?
- Listen, Inspector.

I know nothing about Olaf.
I haven't laid a finger on him.

Now, Moses won't kill.
He just can't do it.

- That's why he didn't touch me.
- Is the boss coming alone?

No, he always has
three guys with him.

What will he do with Moses?

Kill him, of course.

Simonet, could I ask you to...

Simonet! Open up!

Simonet!

Where are you, Simonet?

Simonet!

Simonet!

Simonet!

Simonet!

Simonet!

Simonet...

Simonet...

Simonet had disappeared.
Moses' gang had to be stopped at any cost.

Alex. Come here!

- Everything's quiet here.
- Let's go.

Don't worry, Inspector,
they cannot reach us by car.

But terrorists
can have helicopters.

I'm surprised they're not here yet.
Let's go, Alex.

Don't be scared.

Against the wall!
Don't move!

Stop this goddamn hypnosis.

Mr. Moses,
you are charged with...

... the National Bank robbery
and the murder of Olaf Andvarafors.

Inspector, they're not people.
They're aliens from another planet.

Yeah, sure,
they arrived directly from Venus...

I don't know where from.

From another dimension
or galaxy.

But they're in trouble
and we have to help them.

Put away your weapon,
Inspector.

Mr. Moses arrived here
as an observer.

He made a fatal mistake:
He should not have contacted humans.

Yes, this is true.

But when I saw
how you live here...

... I broke the rule.

I wanted to help you
so much.

But your life proved to be
too complex for me.

Mr. Moses was deceived.
They enticed him to fight for justice...

... but it turned out
that these were killers.

He ran to this hotel
so that he could leave our planet.

Here in the mountains
is our launch pad.

But the avalanche destroyed the generator
that powered our robots.

Our pilot Luarvik
was severely injured.

His spacesuit is torn.
He is becoming weaker every second.

- Give them back Olaf's suitcase!
- Stop babbling, Simonet!

Olaf is not dead.
Olaf is a robot.

And Mrs. Moses is also a robot.

After the avalanche she was dead,
but now, as you see, she's alive.

Because Mr. Moses turned on
the backup battery last night.

Olaf's suitcase has one more,
feeding...

Feeding your sick imagination,
Mr. Physicist!

Fantasy can explain every crime
so everything is logical.

Return the suitcase to them.

They will turn on Olaf
and then leave.

- I don't buy this.
- But why?

You are being offered proof!

Why do you say nothing?

You have nothing to say?

I'm not a scientist,
I'm a police officer.

I've heard too many lies
about this suitcase.

- Listen...
- Enough!

Was it you
who called the police?

Yes, me.

- And the note is also your doing?
- Yes.

I hoped that
we would be rid of Hinckus.

And that
you'd evade responsibility.

Clumsy piece of work.

An alien mask does not fit you,
and the robots aren't robots at all.

Do you want to say that our robots
are too much like humans?

Let them say what they want,
I thought.

If Olaf and this woman were robots,
it's even worse.

In the hands of terrorists,
they would be a terrible weapon.

Clearly I selected
a poor mask for myself.

It's a pity
I can't show you my real face.

I know your real face, Mr. Moses.
Your nickname is Master!

I must turn you in to the law.

I stared at them,
and for some reason I felt bad.

I felt very bad.

How I hoped for a miracle.

I wanted the phone to talk
and give me orders what to do.

What to do?

Inspector!

- Inspector!
- What is it?

They say
you can bring him to life!

No one can be brought back to life.
It's a fairy tale, Brun.

No, listen to me!
Please revive him!

If Olaf is an android,
then maybe I am also an android!

How could I know?

I am totally alone.
Only you can help me, Inspector.

I am begging you!

Yes, I understood
that Brun is a foolish moody girl.

Hinckus
a superstitious criminal.

Simonet is a half-wit physicist
with crazy ideas.

Yet I felt they were right,
not me.

My experience, my senses
rebelled against this truth.

Their truth seemed impossible,
absurd.

In order to perform my police duties,
I had to draw on my experience...

... my mode of thinking and conformism
that I had gathered in 40 years.

A sense of duty
was all I had left.

The policeman's duty
that was embedded into me.

Simonet!

Go to the roof
and watch the sky.

We'll stay here with Alex
in the lobby.

Luarvik is dying.

Moses said
he has no more than an hour.

- You will let him die, Glebsky?
- I'm a policeman.

It's not in my hands
to punish or forgive.

The only thing I know is
there's a law.

One law for all.

It says that
Moses is a criminal and killer.

My duty is
to bring him before a court.

Here is an encounter
between two worlds.

Just think, they arrive here
from God knows where...

... and first they meet terrorists,
and then a police officer like you, Glebsky.

I don't believe in aliens.

If they are,
what are they looking for here?

Observers they are?

What are they observing?
What are they thinking?

What are "observers"
from abroad called?

Simonet,
I'm a citizen of this country.

And not just a citizen like you,
a wise-ass and a chatterbox...

... but an official
with certain duties!

You want another star
on your uniform?

I pity you,
you little police pawn!

This is the first and the last time
that fate handed you an important decision...

... and you behave
like a complete idiot!

The key is in his pocket!
Be quiet!

Lell!

- You too, Alex!
- Don't move, you'll hurt yourself!

You have to understand,
there is no such law...

Goodbye, humans!
Real contact is yet to come!

They're coming!

Damn it!

We're done for.

I felt total indifference.

Only in the depths of my heart
did I feel a relief.

The situation
no longer depended on me.

Responsibility was taken over
by others.

You see!

You got what you wanted!

Policeman! Hero!

God forgive us all.

Well?

Why are you staring at me?

No.

I acted correctly.

I performed my duty.

My duty!

I didn't break the law,
I held it sacred.

You say
this entire strange crew died?

Well, so what?

Listen, let's be logical.

If they are people...

... then they're criminals
and got what they deserved.

If they...

... aren't criminals...

... then they aren't people.

Why should I care about
non-humans, anyway?

Disguised as people!

Is that logical?

It is logical.

So I'm right?

Then I acted correctly.