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"IF THERE IS NO GOD... ALL IS PERMITTED." FYODOR MIKHAILOVICH DOSTOEVSKY
The world isn't fair, even for people like us.
Pedro Alonso López, the Monster of the Andes,
raped and killed 300 girls, but who still remembers him, 20 years on?
Not a soul.
Jack the Ripper is still world famous 120 years later,
and what for? Five hookers. Five.
And Charlie Manson?
That hippie managed to be crowned our king
without carrying out a single murder himself.
POLICE
Hello?
Police. You called us.
Finally. My God.
There. Up there. That's where the screaming came from.
Has Bosowski arrived yet?
Can you see him?
Make sure he doesn't turn up soon.
I bet you ten to one, this is our jerk-off.
Yes, yes... I'm leaving.
Move away, we're taking over.
Come on!
Turn the light on.
Behind you!
Got you, jerk-off.
I am innocent.
I am innocent.
What are you doing?
Are you going hunting?
Why are you up this early?
What's this?
You're 13 years old.
This is the last time.
You better finish up before your mother wakes up.
You were going to take me.
Not this time.
Schimanski, come.
HERZBACH POPULATION 389
"A HAPPY VILLAGE" ERECTED 1995
ANTIBODIES
Schimanski.
Who's there?
His Holiness Saint Michael.
There you are, thinking there's no evil in this world.
Stupid dog.
And? - They're nowhere to be seen.
All right, then. Why are we here?
I've been talking to Rosa.
I hate to see my daughter cry.
It doesn't concern you, but I do my duty. - Wrong.
Everything concerns me. You're treating her badly.
That's not true.
And I don't believe she said that.
I'm not blind.
Now listen to me, Junior.
I know Rosa's getting wrinkles, but that's no...
This is what you wanted to talk about?
I heard you want us all to line up and provide spit samples?
Who told you that?
Is it true?
It's being considered.
I see, it's being considered.
How much longer will you claim one of us villagers could be a perverted killer?
Until it's proven otherwise.
You haven't found anything in 18 months.
And to cap your uselessness you want to humiliate us.
I'm just doing my job.
How lucky the Lord has sent us
such a righteous officer to our little community.
Too late, it's already been authorized.
Forensics arrive next week.
It's also an opportunity,
to finally have peace...
Have you gone mad?
You should reconsider the whole thing.
Quietly.
Schimanski.
Schimanski!
I'll go and check what I shot.
You stupid, sick asshole! You perverted bastard!
You bastard! You idiot!
Stop it. Enough!
Enough!
Why did you do that?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Maybe he ran into my bullet.
No idea.
But then it was a hunting accident. Happens all the time.
You're sick... sick.
Go and bury your dog.
Sarah, Christan, the bus is here.
Morning, my angel.
Christan!
I won't drive you to school again.
That's just great.
...finally a breakthrough in the hunt for the serial killer.
In Berlin, the Federal Police's "Operation Crucifix" unit headed by Inspector Seiler
managed to apprehend their prime suspect.
The arrest of Gabriel E. ends a gruesome killing spree and a spectacular manhunt
which has occupied police and the entire nation for over six years.
Thanks to the profile compiled by myself and some other experts we were able to...
Yes?- ...tighten the noose around the suspect.
I saw it.- It was only a matter of time.
No. He's out hunting with my dad.
Bosowski? I've no idea where he is.
There you are, Bosowski, always on the scene.
It's what we know you for.
I wanted to congratulate you on your fortunate arrest.
"Fortune favors the brave." Bugs Bunny.
You think you're smart, Seiler, but I'm better at this game.
You're not pleased with good triumphing over evil?
You fooled me before. I'll get you by the balls.
There are rumors you're leaning that way.
You're soaring high... Icarus.
Let's talk.
Only on my terms. - Bullshit.
You need me.
We got you.
Forensics has only just left your place
and we can already pin nine killings on you.
I know you butchered many more.
We have a lot of work to do, so save yourself this bullshit.
You better get used to me.
I'm the toughest chimp in this monkey cage.
There will be no terms.
The new school term is about to start.
Kids buy their pens and crayons for the year ahead.
First-graders will be welcomed with goodie bags,
unaware life has only misery in store for them.
Not everyone's like you.
The stationer's has a glass case for the special pieces
rich kids buy to make the others jealous.
They have leather-bound notebooks by La Strosse, red leather.
I want one.
And some crayons.
So I don't hurt myself.
These are my terms.
Crayons?
Yes.
And a red book?
By La Strosse.
A red notebook.
That's it?
That's it.
No lawyer? - What for?
I always think that.
Once I got my red book, I'll tell you all you want to know,
I'll be entirely at your service.
We're in the game. Good.
When did you kill for the first time?
It was him, Martin Saales.
June 6, 1996.
He was a floating ray of light.
Meiser, go and buy some stationery.
A notebook by La Strosse. And some crayons.
What's going on?
Karl, what's up?
It just came on the news.
What?
They got him.
They caught the bastard.
Caught who? Who?
You know who we mean.
We'll have our peace back.
We must wait and see.
You've tested our patience for long enough.
I'm done hearing about this thing. End of story.
Or you'll do what?
Shoot one of my horses?
Now make way or I'll arrest you for obstruction.
PROTECT WHAT IS PRECIOUS AND DEAR TO YOU
THURINGIAN POLICE ORCHESTRA
They don't get it.
They think it must be over now.
I don't get it either. - We don't know it was him yet.
Federal Police is convinced. Everyone is.
It's not over until he's proven guilty beyond any doubt.
Simply believing in our innocence is not enough.
Believing's good enough for God.
God looks into our hearts.
Who else can do that apart from Him?
The boy was beautiful.
A tiny angel of darkness.
He and his mean friend were making toads explode.
You know how that works?
You push a straw into their mouths so they can't close it,
and they keep inflating themselves.
It's even funnier with cigarettes, a nice plume of smoke when they burst.
I'm sure you're the expert.
I grew up in the country, we all did it.
There were no faggots to beat up.
But the best is tying the tails of two cats together.
Martin Saales.
I knocked him out with chloroform and dragged him into my VW van.
I'd dreamed about it for so long.
I didn't have much self-control, I fucked him while he was still asleep.
Then I took him to my apartment.
I chained him to the table, and he came to.
He spoke very calmly, asked me to let him go.
A brave little rascal.
He was all naked and shaking, but he didn't cry.
I took some photos.
You know, crucifix images.
He was lying there,
not wholly innocent like I'd wanted,
but definitely more pure than me.
Next time, I would get myself a purer soul,
a more innocent, more befitting victim.
I cut open his legs with a scalpel.
He screamed.
I was hard.
Are you actually jerking off here,
you perverted pig?
Is this a grave?
Yes.
Schimanski?
Yes.
Hunting accident.
I'm sorry.
He was a good dog. He'll go to heaven.
Want me to help you?
No, please go.
You better go inside and do your homework.
Dear Lord, we thank you for this meal,
for never going hungry
unlike the poor children in Africa,
and for being comfortable.
And please, please, welcome Schimanski into heaven
and make sure he has a few rabbits to chase up there,
who are faster than him, though,
for no-one should die in heaven. - Amen.
Amen. - Amen.
People are pretty excited about the arrest.
I know.
Does it mean it's over now?
I visited the Flieders today. It's not over for them.
So just for them, you... - Not at the dinner table.
Your son's in trouble at school.
What happened?
I don't know yet. Mrs Wagner wants us to come in.
The teacher said Christan is a little devil.
What happened, Christan?
I want to hear it from you.
Did you get into a fight again?
Miriam told me he showed her his weenie.
Is that true?
No.
Don't lie to me.
I didn't show Miriam my... I didn't do that.
I had a bet with Thomas and showed it to Laura, but not to Miriam.
Laura told it to Miriam and she told everyone.
He wanted to see her privates. - Not true, you snitch.
Be quiet. If you behave, your sister can't snitch.
Why did you do that?
Why did you behave indecently?
I don't know.
You don't know why you showed Laura your... member?
What's so funny?
You think it's clever to do something that can get you into trouble
without even knowing why you did it?
No.
Do you think it was worth it?
No.
Then maybe you need to learn to think before you do something
and ask yourself if what you're about to do is decent or indecent.
Yes.
So, what is it?
Indecent.
So what do you think we should do with you now?
You'll stay at the dinner table and write 500 lines saying,
"It's indecent to show my penis."
I'm off for today.
Bye.
It's been hours now.
He won't say any more.
Enough for today.
You will talk.
You will talk.
Maybe we should talk to Dr Kares, Michael.
Let's not overdramatize things.
He just can't cope with what happened.
It's been one and a half years now, you can't use it as an excuse forever...
The two were friends.
My God, Michael, we can't even cope ourselves,
so how can a 13-year-old?
He's not waving his dick around out of grief for Lucia.
He's a boy, he's 13, he needs firm moral guidance.
Firm moral guidance?
He's getting that.
I won't have my boy messed up by a psychiatrist.
Maybe it would do him good if you just gave him a hug, like you used to.
Maybe it would do you both good.
MISSING PERSONS REPORT FLIEDER, LUCIA
MISSING SINCE AUGUST 3, 2002
LOCAL INVESTIGATIONS SO FAR PROVING INCONCLUSIVE
Hey... What's going on?
What happened?
I only meant to char her dollhouse, she's a snitch.
I will watch you, I won't leave you out of my sight.
I won't let you waste your life, not my son.
Not my son.
Holy God, we praise Thy Name
Lord of all, we bow before Thee
All on earth Thy scepter claim
All in Heaven above adore Thee
Infinite Thy vast domain
Everlasting is Thy reign
Thus speak we sinners,
let us lie in wait for the righteous one,
for he is inconvenient to us,
he opposes our actions
and reproaches us for our sins against the law.
He professes to have knowledge of God
and calls himself a child of the Lord.
The very sight of him is a burden to us,
for his manner of life is unlike that of others
and his ways are strange.
Let us see if his words be true
and let us prove what will happen at the end of his life.
I find it hard to believe.
She wouldn't just run away.
You go on home with the kids.
I'll be back in time for lunch.
What happened, Esther? - I don't know. Tamara is missing.
Wasn't she at kids group? - No. I thought she was sick.
It's not like her.
Where are the kids? - Outside.
They're playing till lunch is ready.
What is it?
Tamara Gabhart is missing.
We wait an hour, then we search.
You think... - She wasn't at kids group.
She's probably just out playing.
Sarah!
Christan!
Sarah! Christan!
Christan!
Tamara!
Tamara!
Out.
Get out!
I spoke to Seiler earlier.
I'll meet him tomorrow.
In the city?
You really think they need you there?
I need me there.
What about the harvest?
There's still time.
If I'm gone longer, the others will help you, we'll give them a share.
We need it all for ourselves.
We have enough.
We've never had enough with your part-time police job. If Dad hadn't...
The whole thing's a nightmare.
And it never stops, never.
This town needs its peace back.
And you think you can restore it?
No.
He can restore it.
Go annoy someone else. - Get lost, faggot. I'll smash you.
He hasn't said anything for weeks.
At first he didn't pause to take a breath.
The shrink bozos think he's manic-depressive and suicidal.
I think he just wants to jerk off again.
When can I see him? - It's arranged for five.
But I think it's pointless.
I got to try.
But why?
The guy's already admitted to 14 killings,
most of them children.
We know he was in your area at the time,
and the Lucia Fiedler murder bears his handwriting.
Flieder. Lucia Flieder.
All other victims were boys.
No, he only admitted to killing boys, Michael.
You've never interrogated a criminal, a murderer,
let alone the biggest jerk-off this country has ever seen.
I like you, Farmer,
you did a perfect job working your case out there.
But this idea of yours is a waste of time.
Do some sightseeing, go see a hooker.
We know it was him.
I'll eat my wallet if he says one word to you.
You got a plan?
I got a stomach ache.
That's normal. These guys can be pretty scary.
Michael, you know the holy trinity of serial killers?
Burning stuff, torturing animals, bedwetting.
The big childhood experiences they all share.
If he tries to unsettle you, just remember he's a bedwetter, OK?
It'll help.
Ready? - Ready.
Your try. The psychiatrist is done.
Anything?
Not one word in two hours.
No idea why he insists on my visits,
wasting public money.
Who did you expect, Hannibal Lecter?
Gabriel Engel, and you?
Cut the crap.
Michael Martens.
An alliteration.
Good to hear you found your voice again, pal.
How come? Your wrist walk out on you?
Tell him we want to be alone.
I'll tell you everything you want to know, but only you.
Send those other bastards away.
Can you give us some privacy, please?
Does the country boy know we're listening? - Yes.
I hope he won't say anything stupid.
Hey, that's my coffee.
May I?
So, what are you going to tell me?
What do you want to know?
Did you kill Lucia Flieder?
That's what you want to know?
Yes.
That's all?
Yes.
If you want my help, you shouldn't lie to me.
I'm not lying. Did you kill Lucia Flieder?
That's not your question. It's not what you want to know.
I don't get what you mean.
You're wasting my time. I thought you were better than that.
What do you think I want to know? Why am I here?
Do you consider yourself a good person?
I don't think about that.
You do. Admit it.
Let's not base our relationship on a lie.
You're good, I'm evil. These are our designated parts.
Did you kill Lucia Flieder?
And when you fuck your wife,
what thoughts go through your head?
Did you kill her?
Do you think, "I'll fuck you till you explode"?
You watch her writhing around and think, "The horny slut."
Is that what you think?
Or is it worse?
Are you still a good person then?
Did you ram a knife between Lucia's legs and carve her up to her chest?
No, I didn't.
You're lying.
You didn't come all the way from Herzbach to ask stupid police questions.
It's the easiest thing in the world to just close a case file, easy as pie.
What's inside us that makes us lie, steal and kill?
Slice up Lucia Fiedler and jizz in her panties?
Savage her innocence, destroy and humiliate her?
What kind of person would do that?
It wasn't me.
Lucia's panties were never found.
Only her killer would know there's sperm on them.
I did in 13 boys and a cop and I confessed it.
Compared to the greats, I'm an average serial killer.
You knew I'm from Herzbach.
How do you think I know that?
You carry the stench of the provinces like an Arab peddler.
You reek of righteousness.
Of course I know where Lucia Fiedler's from.
I've been questioned often enough.
What are you still doing here?
Her name was Lucia Flieder.
Your question hasn't been answered, has it?
It has. It was you.
You just won't admit it. Maybe you don't want us to get closure...
You never believed I wasted that girl.
Maybe. But now I do.
I can answer your questions, Michael.
I know who did it.
Bullshit.
What did you think coming in?
I'll just leave now.
You expected a monster, right?
Disappointing.
I am a monster, Michael, we all are.
We're freaks of God's creation, His biggest mistake.
Come on, Michael, what goes through your head when you fuck?
Don't tell me you don't fuck.
We all fuck, every one of us.
You were right, I'll close the file.
Easy as pie.
Remember that I know.
I know who carved up Lucia Flieder.
I know it, and I can prove it.
Ouch! God damn it.
What's inside us that makes us lie, steal and kill?
What kind of person would do that?
I am a monster, Michael, we all are.
What goes through your head when you fuck?
I can answer your questions, Michael. I know who did it.
Can I tempt you?
I'm sorry?
You've been sitting here for 40 minutes.
So you're either attracted by me or my suits.
It's neither, I...
I was just... sitting there.
I see...
That wasn't a nice thing to say, was it? - No.
You really put your foot in it.
May I correct myself?
Just this once.
I'm very much attracted. To the suits, I mean.
Great. I haven't had any customers all day.
I can't afford all I'm attracted to. - You won't be able to resist.
It fits like a second skin.
You can't tell where the suit ends and the man starts.
It really is a nice suit.
But I...
I don't care much about clothes.
Oh, but you should.
Clothes cover 90 per cent of your body.
Whatever person you believe you are or are not,
will come true.
You are what you believe.
I don't recognize myself.
A successful person full of class and confidence.
You can be that person.
I'm actually meeting colleagues for drinks later.
Less than a weekend in Paris and lasts a lot longer.
I've never been to Paris.
You have a lot of catching up to do.
Yes.
Is there anything else I can do to make you happy?
Hey, Farmer, you're finally here.
Sharp outfit.
Where's everyone else? I thought we'd all have drinks.
No-one else, just you and me.
And we're gonna have a good time.
Alex... What can I get you to drink?
What you did was sensational.
Bosowski is going mental because of your success.
But be careful, he's gonna try and claim the idea as his own.
The department is a shark tank, but the glory belongs to us.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
No, you can't leave now.
Isn't he lying, though?
Of course he's lying, but at least he's talking.
He could let slip some truth by mistake.
It's pointless. And like you said, I got no experience.
Come on, Farmer, don't give me that.
You were good, a real professional.
Listen, the guy seems to like you.
No-one knows what makes these assholes tick, but he wants to talk to you.
Trust me, he can't control himself with you.
Do you think he killed Lucia?
It's as certain as this is a brothel.
Yes?
Hello Boss.
It's late.
It's been a hectic day.
Have you been drinking?
Yes.
Did he talk about Lucia?
He says it wasn't him.
So you're coming home?
They'll need me for a while longer here.
Who needs you?
Federal Police. Seiler.
You should have seen it. I'm the only one Gabriel Engel has spoken to for weeks.
I don't care about that. You made a promise.
I know.
Why would they need you? I'm sure they can manage.
The harvest is rotting, one cow had a colic today.
They want me to carry on, they say I'm a professional.
They're taking advantage of you, as per usual.
He really only talked to me. He says he knows who killed Lucia.
Great, a lunatic who only talks to you, you can be proud of yourself.
I'll come home soon.
Sure.
Hello, Michael.
I don't need company, thanks.
Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to accompany you.
Hey, Farmer, you're a womanizer.
The merchandise is police approved.
Please sit over there.
Oh, what's wrong?
Am I not pretty? These are nice tits, aren't they?
Yes, very nice, really, but I'm married.
My friend is a little shy.
I see, I know what to do.
Michael...
Michael.
Sit next to me, Michelle.
Sit down, come on.
It's not your fault.
You really should get laid, unwind a little, it's good for you.
I'll go back to my hotel.
Sure, I'll pick you up tomorrow.
You're staying?
Well, I'm busy.
...that grew apart from them and developed their own teachings and faith.
Here, take one.
I don't take medication.
Great, more for me.
What do you think when you fuck your wife? - I won't tell you.
No need to be shy.
I know what you're trying to do.
You think you can impress me,
make deal after deal with me,
so you can get special perks.
That won't happen.
We're not going to establish some bizarre friendship.
There won't be any perks.
What's in your head?
Who killed Lucia Flieder?
What do you think when you fuck her?
How did you know the killer masturbated on her panties?
What do you think when you fuck your wife?
Were you there? Did you have an accomplice?
What do you think when you fuck your wife?
What do these squares mean?
What do you think when you fuck your wife?
That I love her.
I think I love her.
While you're fucking?
Yes.
You never think, "the horny slut..."?
No.
You never think of someone else?
No.
Have you ever cheated on her? - No.
Say "no" once more and I'll stop talking, got that?
Yes.
You can't say "yes" either, and you mustn't lie.
Why? What do you get out of this?
It's fun. A game.
One more rule, no questions, and stop being so formal.
You shall not dictate the rules to me.
No, Michael, you wanted to say, "You can't dictate rules to me," right?
I got Lucia's panties.
What?
I demand you tell me...
Tell me how you got hold of Lucia's panties.
I spent about a week in your area.
I watched the killing.
Tell me who killed her.
Have you ever cheated on your wife?
I have not.
Has she cheated on you? - She has not.
How can you be sure? - I just know.
Do you masturbate?
It happens.
Often? - I don't know.
You love your wife? - Yes.
Do they listen in on us?
Come on now. A straightforward question.
Are they listening in?
Oh, crap.
If you lie...
Everything is recorded.
Shit.
Let's talk about Lucia.
How old is your son?
How do you...
I'd like to know how you know about my son.
So you do have one.
Do you believe in God?
I do.
Old or New Testament?
No idea. Both.
I'll spend the rest of my life in jail, three meals a day, books, TV, healthcare.
I don't understand.
What's your opinion?
You deserve it. - How so?
Because of what you did.
I kill 14 people and that's all I get? Is that justice?
What about "an eye for an eye"?
That's not justice.
Does he look like you? - Who?
I want to know who you mean.
I do mean your son.
Looks like me.
How old is he?
13.
I love them at this age. - You shall leave my son out of this!
You're formal again.
Leave out my son.
Are you scared of me? - No.
Why not? - You're behind bars.
So why not talk about your son?
Tell me about the murder.
Do you have a picture?
Come on, do you have a picture?
In my wallet. - Show me.
No way.
What does he look like? - Let's talk about the dead.
Is he pure and innocent? Blond, with a parting, in his Sunday best?
Why do you do this?
I'm sure we'd get along really well.
I... and your son.
No. Certainly not.
You said "no". You lost.
You can't do that. You promised to answer all my questions.
Where are the panties? Who killed Lucia?
You wanted to talk to me.
I know you want to tell me.
Where are Lucia's pant...
This is pathetic.
The most pitiful excuse for an interrogation I've ever witnessed.
It'll be my great pleasure to record this in your file.
What on earth made you put a village cop on our biggest case in a decade?
We've made some progress.
Indeed. Thanks to your protégé, Engel knows we're bugging his cell.
How stupid can you be?
I'll ignore that.
With all due respect,
your idea with the reel-to-reel didn't really work either, did it?
At least Engel admitted to having Lucia's panties.
I'd like to...
I'd like to, with your permission,
look around Engel's apartment.
You joking? - Why?
Mr Martens,
for the benefit of this investigation,
we will suspend your contribution with immediate effect.
Stay away from Gabriel Engel's apartment
and from my investigating officers.
I suggest you leave the city.
We ignore an official directive?
Bosowski will be fuming.
Go on, feel free to look around.
I've been here lots of times.
These paintings...
Sick shit.
Painted with the blood of his victims.
Get your head around that.
And the originals? - Kept in the evidence room.
This is where we found his last victim.
He finished the boy while our officers were at the door.
The other one was one of ours?
Yes, a cop, the poor bastard.
Why? He survived.
Well, kind of.
He's still in a coma.
What are you doing?
Forensics will have examined all the obvious things.
So I'm going in a little deeper.
Forget it.
They checked everything out with ultrasound and UV.
It's always best to double-check.
Sure thing.
The jerk-off asked you about his sentence today.
You know, "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth..."
What about it?
Do you think he wants to die?
If I had the chance, I'd kill him.
What about you?
These squares...
there are 14.
So?
14 squares, 14 victims.
Just like in his cell.
The 14 murders he confessed to.
In his cell, he stuck clippings on each murder onto the squares
until the wardens took it off him.
Do those 14 victims include the dead police officer?
Yes.
Then there should only be 13 squares here.
He heard about the police officer after he was jailed, but here...
Something's wrong.
There's something wrong.
He stuck mementos into the squares?
Newspaper clippings, yes.
What are you going to do?
What about the apartment next door?
The whole floor is empty.
What are you doing?
Wait.
A pair of underpants.
A boy's.
And jizzed on.
Of course.
Hey Michael...
This is definitely girls stuff.
Lucia.
And jizzed on, like all the others.
Farmer, you...
Listen, we take all the other boxes and get out of here.
Farmer...
You solved the case.
Farmer... Farmer has solved the case.
You're good.
You're a... professional.
You're a pro.
What do you think when you fuck your wife?
Are you scared of me?
No!
No, I'm not.
Do you masturbate?
Oh, it's you?
I hope this isn't a bad time.
You can keep following me.
I scared you.
You alarmed me.
How did you find me?
I didn't. I just had to wait till you got home.
You're not a crazy stalker, right?
I don't know.
Do you have to be crazy to follow you?
I'm serious.
I'm a police officer.
I was in my hotel room.
I was proud... happy...
because I managed to do something nobody thought I could.
I was excited.
I wanted to share it with someone.
But nobody was there.
And I kept thinking about you.
Fuck me, cop,
fuck me.
Yes, give it to me.
I'm giving it to you.
Yes, fuck me.
What are you thinking? What goes through your head?
You horny slut.
I'll fuck you till you explode.
I'll fuck you till you explode.... I'll fuck you till you explode.
You horny slut.
I want you to put it up my ass.
What happened to your hand?
Nothing.
That suit is a little showy.
Special offer.
Is it over now?
Is the case closed?
Yes... yes.
I'm proud of you.
I'll take care of the harvest now.
You need to take care of something else first.
This is Harro.
What's left of him.
Go upstairs.
Maybe you should check the tracks.
Wouldn't be the first dog to take on a train.
My dog was always tied up.
Someone cut him loose.
It wasn't me. I told you what happened.
The train got him, I found him like this.
I just tried to help.
You know what I told you about being evil?
The evil things criminals can do?
Yes. They start small.
Exactly. It might start with just a lie.
It weighs on your conscience, but then you get used to it.
Why not steal once you lied, burgle someone once you stole,
kill once you burgled?
Why not murder, rape, pillage?
Why not attack 14 innocent children, hurt and torture them?
Bring pain and suffering to them and their families?
I just wanted to help Harro. Don't you believe me?
I do, Son. I...
I believe you.
It starts quite harmlessly.
How long was your drive?
Four and a half hours. - Four and a half hours...
Can I have some more? - Sure.
Freshly made in the kitchen?
It's about the panties.
Yes... - We've had the test results.
The jizz is definitely from our pal Gabriel Engel, no doubt.
And he also jizzed on Lucia's underwear.
And?
The problem is, he wasn't the only one.
What does that mean?
It means, Lucia's panties also had someone else's jizz on them.
But how? She was only 12. - Exactly.
The item could have come into Engel's possession after the crime was committed.
So what's the explanation?
Could be by accident, or a fan sent Engel the panties.
Lucia never matched his victim profile.
Maybe he had a partner, or...
That's possible, but improbable.
Engel is the classic lone perpetrator.
It was someone from around here.
There's no need to get agitated.
Rubbish.
Who of us could have done it? Who?
Show me one you think would be capable.
Look into their faces,
our neighbors, relatives, friends...
Show me one capable of killing a child.
I'll vouch for anyone present here, even for you!
I'll rot in hell if one of us is a child killer.
Ever since it happened, this doubt has been hanging over us.
How much better could we sleep if we proved it wasn't one of us?
This doubt is like an animal, it eats you alive, burrows into your innards.
Maybe you feel like that.
I don't.
This meeting is over.
Anyone wanting to prove their innocence
can come to the station.
Anyone.
So, Farmer? What are the villagers saying?
I'm not sure they'll come.
They'll come. The innocent always come.
Let them talk to their wives first.
And anyone not coming is guilty?
They're at least a suspect.
How much longer do you want to play this game?
You'll spend many years in here.
Not cooperating only makes it harder.
In case you're waiting for your friend...
I know you got something going on with that village cop.
If I was gay, I might take a liking to him, too.
Don't get your hopes up. You'll never see him again.
How much do you guys earn?
You don't expect me to answer that.
What about you?
Oh, I forgot, we don't talk about money in this country, it's un-German.
Why did you decide to talk in the first place?
Who says I'm talking?
I can hear you.
You may hear words, but you don't understand them.
I'm doing OK so far.
It's because they're not meant for you.
They're not?
Who are they for? Him?
You talking to him?
Maybe... but probably not.
I doubt a diligent corrections officer would be interested
in a deal with a perverted bastard like me.
Damn right, I have three small kids at home.
Do you fuck them?
Perverted bastard.
What kind of deal?
That was it? That was all?
You got more to say.
You got more to say, to prove what a genius you are.
Is he here for the test? - Yes, sure.
You mobilized the village.
With him, the entire male population of Herzbach has been tested.
Except for one, Sucharzewski.
Obviously.
And yourself, of course.
I'll get ready, then.
That was a joke.
You're not a suspect.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Speak, my son. - I was vain.
I let my family down to pursue personal goals.
I had impure... perverse thoughts.
I cheated on my wife.
In thought or in the flesh? - In the flesh.
Who with? - A city woman.
There is this man who worships Satan... I begat my wife indecently...
His evil has infected me...
Evil cannot enter a heart open to Christ.
What about the dark urges from the dawn of mankind?
Man was never an animal.
He was created in God's image.
Then God must have a dark side.
You blaspheme Him.
That's what I mean, the thoughts going through my head,
as if the line between good and evil is being blurred...
Were these all your sins, my son? - Yes.
Ego te absolvo. You are forgiven.
And my penance?
Say ten Lord's Prayers.
That's all? Is that justice?
Dear Lord...
Is that all? - And five Hail Marys.
...blessed art though among women...
...blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
...pray for us poor sinners...
Help me!
Hello Farmer. Hi.
Busy at work?
Hello Seiler.
We got the results.
Already?- Yes.
We now have top priority at the lab.
Thanks to you.
And the results?
There is evidence of centuries of in-breeding.
But getting back to the case - all negative.
No matches with the perpetrator's jizz.
I'm starting to run out of suspects.
Sucharzewski.
It doesn't prove it was him.
He refused the test.
I'll put him under surveillance. - Everyone here is.
I don't want to talk.
Unless you've found my dog.
What now? Are you going to shoot me?
Why did you refuse the test?
I didn't fancy it.
You're the only one who refused.
All the others are negative. - So what?
I said from the start it was none of us.
I should have known.
When you shot Schimanski.
You're a sadist.
You're a mean, cruel asshole!
And you're stupid.
You'll do the test now.
No, I won't.
You've gone far enough.
Better get your stupid face out of my sight.
You think anyone here gives a damn about you?
If I hadn't convinced Rosa, you wouldn't even have a wife,
but you wasted your chances.
You're a failure, with your farm,
your marriage and your nasty son.
And now you're accusing decent people.
No-one would have done your test if it wasn't for the big city cops.
You're pathetic,
a total clown.
You waited for this, didn't you?
An opportunity.
Go ahead, Mr Charity, Mr Meek, Mr Officer...
Go on, shoot me.
You model Catholic, always in the front row, aren't you?
You would love to pull the trigger.
Go on, I shot your dog, an eye for an eye.
You... you sliced her up
and then jizzed on her,
you perverted bastard!
He didn't.
He can't...
He's impotent.
It's a physical thing.
I have the report inside, I can get it for you.
Since when?
It's been 13 years.
I'm sorry.
For you.
Martens.
Hey, Farmer, I hope you're well?- No.
My investigation has failed, I reached a dead end.
Pack your things and wait in the farmyard.
I'm picking you up in a chopper.
What happened?
Gabriel Engel swallowed poison.
Is he going to die?
In 48 hours.
We've compiled dossiers for you, cases we link to Gabriel Engel.
Any confirmation will help.
If he confirms all?
We put in a few red herrings, solved cases.
Can I ask which ones?
No. - He's too clever.
What does he want from me? - We don't know.
But does it matter?
You know about my time issue?
Yes.
You wanted to talk to me? - No, you wanted to know something.
You got that wrong. - Wait.
Of course I wanted to talk to you. Had to kill myself to achieve it.
You succeeded. Here I am.
Are they listening in?
Yes.
No, they're not.
How did you manage that?
You must sense I got something you don't want to share.
I have no idea what you want from me.
If you don't get to the point, I'm off.
But you do have an idea. A dark idea.
They gave me this folder of murder cases.
Do you intend to comment on them in any way?
No. - I thought so.
Clever boy.
So, still busy trying to be a good member of society?
"A good man brings good things out of the good stored in him,
and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored in him."
Very nicely put, "the evil stored in him."
I have some evil stored which I'd like to pass on.
It's vital he keeps him talking.
The poison could reduce his self-control and make him spill the beans.
Did you have an accomplice?
The whole world is my accomplice.
God is my accomplice.
Did God tell you to kill?
Who do you think I am? Francis of bloody Assisi?
If God created the world, He also created me,
and I'm clearly at the end of the food chain.
You'll burn in hell.
Like Emperor Constantine, who killed his son Crispus,
suffocated his wife and killed her brother and his 11-year-old nephew?
You worship him as a saint.
How did evil enter the world?
God himself created it.
Why put this stupid apple in the Garden of Eden?
He knew how it would end, He knows everything.
Listen, God played us for suckers.
You killed innocent children!
Who says they were innocent?
All children are.
Really?
"The sons of Judah are Er, Onan, Shelah.
But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the Lord's sight,
so the Lord put him to death."
I was never innocent.
And neither were the kids who attacked me, tore out my hair,
and forced me to have their dicks in my mouth.
Enough of your childhood!
How do you measure a childhood? Is there a scale of cruel fate?
No-one is tested beyond their abilities.
Oh, Michael, the biggest test still awaits you.
I... I will test you.
I won't let that happen.
Too late, evil is a virus,
highly contagious and destructive, you're already infected.
I'll just leave now.
No, there's no time.
Time for what?
Your test?
What about the necklace?
Which necklace?
You know what I mean. It has a little crucifix pendant.
Why has no-one asked me about it?
Where are you going?
Far away from this cell.
You can't do that. - Why not? It's pointless.
What necklace did he mean?
Michael...
Hold on, you stay, you got work to do.
Oh yeah? Like what?
Find out how Engel got the poison
while being in a goddamned maximum security prison.
You won't believe this, Christan got an A in Math.
He did?
Michael, what's wrong with you?
I was just worried.
About the kids?
Yes.
Talk to me.
No, that's...
That's not possible.
God damn it...
I hope you got some sleep.
Presumably not.
Where is he?
He collapsed.
He's on the hospital ward.
I didn't think you'd come back.
It's from "Lord of the Flies".
Psycho-trash.
Can I talk to him? - No idea.
I made no progress regarding the poison.
Farmer, remember that red-and-grey book?
The jerk-off wrote in it every day, I got it for him.
Yes. - It's gone. Without a trace.
I get how you could smuggle in some poison.
But how can you make a damn big red book disappear?
Have you counted the squares?
No, why?
There are 15.
I've been to your cell.
Have you?
Who's the additional square for?
Nobody.
Just a joke, to keep you guessing.
You're lying.
Look at me.
I'm dying.
You believe a dying man, don't you?
Did you kill Lucia Flieder?
No.
But I'm going to tell you who did it.
You're ready.
Good.
But don't expect me to believe you.
It doesn't matter. Not at all.
Last year, for my "Tour of Blood", I decided to avoid large venues
and play small trendy clubs instead.
Large cities had become too risky for me.
Three days earlier, a mob had lynched a death metal fan
thinking he was the Crucifix Killer.
I came to your village.
Such a backward Catholic place in the boondocks.
I decided to steal one of your sons.
I'd have stuck out like a sore thumb, so I drove on.
And then I saw you.
You were like a kid always having to be the cop,
because your robber wouldn't have been credible.
When you came to my cell...
It was like it was back then, it felt fresh again.
I knew I had to tell the story to you.
You noticed me,
am I right?
That's why I drove on.
About 80km further on, I had a lot of fun with little Phillip Zöllner.
Time passed and I returned.
Without showing myself, I took up my position on a lovely clearing.
I started my hunt,
got to know the territory.
I found out where you lived.
A perfect family, two kids, a dog, a garden.
You'd married your mother.
Of course I wanted to kill your son.
For three days, I followed him,
to his school, to his friends,
the places they met in secret.
Then my love grew too big,
the desire flared up in me, I wanted to thrust into him.
He brought Lucia along that evening.
I was going to wait till she left,
but then he showed her his dark world.
The boy bent over the animal,
stuck his hand into the wound.
He took the blood and drank it.
This boy was raw,
he was raw and wild and cruel, I loved him.
I loved him like he was my own flesh and blood.
Christan, my son.
You're lying. You're lying!
It wasn't like that.
The boy was magnificent, I couldn't kill him.
He was wonderful.
You want to destroy me.
Lucia, the little slut, she started crying.
She didn't understand us, Christan and me.
She didn't understand our dark world.
My son and you have nothing in common. Nothing!
He'd brought a knife.
No...
He used it to free the lamb. She asked him to.
They washed off the blood in the lake,
unclothed... naked...
And then, as the saying goes, now they knew each other.
The spectacle unfolding in front of me,
the moon, the two children touching each other as they got dressed. Glorious.
You killed her.
My son left and you butchered her.
No, Michael, no.
It was typical, such a cliché.
Your son's dick in her hand scared her.
The little girl was frightened, she was only 12,
it was understandable.
She screamed for her Mommy,
she was going to tell Mommy everything.
Liar!
When he rammed the butcher's knife into her
he just wanted to shut her up, but then...
You want to destroy me. You just want to destroy me!
He enjoyed it...
You're Satan, I'm gonna kill you.
I'm gonna kill you...
Farmer.
Hey, Farmer.
They all want to know what Engel said to you.
Is he dead?
No, he's still alive, at least for the next few hours.
He almost made you a murderer.
What did he say to you?
What did you say to him?
Too late...
Nothing you can do.
I destroyed him.
What did you tell him?
You're all sheep.
Sheep...
Baa... baa...
Where's your book?
Where is it?
It's an evil stored...
My... evil... stored...
Come on now, he didn't say anything?
No, just hurled insults at me.
Why did you try to kill Engel?
Did I?
Do you mean to say you can't remember?
No, I...
Actually, yes, I...
I can't remember anything that happened in that room.
Only that he wanted to destroy me.
So? He's faking it, isn't he?
Hard to tell.
Why would he do that?
The killer could be close to Martens.
A reason for covering for him.
No way, that's absurd.
Did he do a test?
Of course not. He wanted to...
He's doing one now. Get a nurse to take a blood sample.
Farmer, you're not a deranged child molester?
No.
What about the necklace Engel was talking about?
I've no idea.
You restored my faith in mankind.
If you're a sick jerk-off,
the world is really screwed.
Thank you.
No problem. It's your son's birthday, so what the hell.
But be back in two day's time,
or I can't cover for you.
I need a favor.
Done. What is it?
Do you still get priority at the lab?
Hello Daddy. - Hello, my Angel.
Happy birthday. - Thank you.
There you are. Hurry, or we'll be late.
Why didn't you wake me?
You were exhausted.
Do we have to go to church today? - Especially today.
We celebrate after. The wait makes it more special.
Isn't this a glorious day?
Inspector Seiler?
Yes? - It's me, Schmidtzen.
Right. I tried to get hold of you.
That's an attempt at bribery.
Why didn't you report it earlier?
We weren't alone, I didn't take it seriously.
And the tape was running, I thought it would be in the transcript.
I read the transcripts, it's not in there.
Don't you believe me?
Sure, I believe you.
Shit...
I don't believe this.
After these things, God tested Abraham, and said to him,
"Abraham!"
And he replied, "Here am I."
And he said, "Take Isaac, your only son, whom you love,
and go to the land of Mori'ah,
and offer him there as a burnt offering
upon one of the mountains of which I shall tell you."
Wow, look, Dad, just like a real one.
Even better.
Amazing.
Where's your father's present?
He'll get it right at the end.
Don't worry, Boss, I'll get it.
Bring out some more drinks.
Yes?
OK, Farmer, let's start with the obvious.
You're not the killer, you tested negative.
But the other sample,
99.9 per cent, absolutely incredible.
Now please tell me you know who it's from.
It's already coming.
This boy was raw and wild and cruel.
The holy trinity of serial killers: burning, torturing animals, bedwetting.
Christan wet the bed again.
Where did you get the sample?
What about the necklace he talked about?
Where did you get it?
But then he enjoyed it.
Whose is it?
I don't know.
What?
The sample is from Engel's apartment. I don't know who the killer is.
You need to explain that to me.
Tomorrow.
Come again?
It's my son's birthday. I'll call you tomorrow.
That was for me.
I got all my presents. Can I have yours now?
Of course.
Choose one.
Really? Wow...
Can I have this one?
It's yours.
So can I go hunting with you?
Yes, we go tomorrow morning.
What? - Shouldn't we answer?
It's your birthday party.
Seiler... Why didn't you call?
I did, no-one answered.
Can I come in? It's urgent.
OK, what do you want?
Hi, asshole, happy to see me?
Such an expensive hobby all of a sudden?
How can you afford that?
I had a win in the lottery.
This is costing electricity. May I?
Sure, go ahead.
Schmidtzen told me about a nice little bribery attempt
which didn't make the transcript. Can you enlighten me?
No...
Sometimes the recording can be unclear or inaudible,
like when the water is running, or...
I'm usually very patient, but today I'm short of time.
You got Gabriel Engel the poison. What else?
He asked me to smuggle out his memoirs, offered me 50 grand,
that's a lot of money to me.
Where is the book now?
Bosowski.
He was already dead, we just looked at him.
Know a judge with insomnia?
We need a search warrant for the publishing house here.
I'll try.
One more thing.
Engel mutilated himself before he died.
Mutilated himself?
He bit off his fingertip.
He used the blood to draw 17 squares on his pillowcase.
17?
Yes. Any idea what this means?
17 victims...
No idea who he means.
So Abraham rose early in the morning,
saddled his ass,
and took with him his son Isaac,
and he cut the wood for the burnt offering,
and arose and went to the place of which God had told him.
"These are the memoirs of the Angel of Darkness."
The world cannot hate you, but it does hate me,
for I attest its creations to be evil.
My work is now done.
Rarely does an innocent soul stray into this dark dungeon.
An existence without consequence is no existence at all.
Last year, for my "Tour of Blood",
I decided to avoid large venues
and play small trendy clubs instead.
So you don't forget me.
Thank you.
Don't tell anyone about this.
I won't.
Look away now. - But I wanna see it come out.
I'm not sure I can do it like this.
Right, now we're even.
You haven't got any hair. - Come on, do it.
Are you sure there's something coming?
How long will it take?
That looks funny.
Christan!
Quick, hide.
Christan, are you in here?
Come, it's late.
Come on, let's go.
No harm will come to you.
Engel has tricked him, the evil bastard.
It's a catastrophe.
17 squares.
Three more victims.
Lucia... Christan... Michael.
Come on, Michael, don't fall for it.
And Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw the place afar off,
and he said to his young men,
I and the lad will go yonder and worship, and come again to you.
Is it because of Harro?
I didn't untie him.
How do you manage to look so innocent?
Dad, you're acting weird.
How did evil enter the world?
It started small.
Exactly.
It started small.
We should have stamped it out early.
We should never have tolerated evil.
We don't have to hunt, I don't...
Yes, we do hunt.
Climb down.
Why?
Do as I tell you.
Climb down and...
go over there and...
if there's any deer, drive them towards me.
I thought I'd get to shoot today?
You will.
Go now.
And Isaac said,
"Behold, the fire and the wood,
but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?"
Make sure I can always see you.
Accidents happen quickly.
Abraham said,
"My son, God will provide himself the lamb for a burnt offering."
Dad... It's you...
A year ago,
the night Lucia Flieder died...
Were you... with her?
I...
Dad, I've been wanting to tell you all this time.
I was just so embarrassed.
I thought no-one would understand.
It's OK.
I understand.
No lies.
No hunting accident.
Everyone shall know.
But the angel called to him from heaven, and said, "Abraham!"
Here am I...
Here am I!
And the angel of the Lord
called to Abraham a second time from heaven, and said,
"By myself I have sworn, says the Lord,
because you have done this,
and have not withheld your son, your only son,
I will indeed bless your seed,
and I will multiply it as the stars of heaven,
and as the sand which is on the seashore.
And your seed shall possess the gate of their enemies,
and by your seed shall all the nations of the earth bless themselves."
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