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Mortimer, it's time to get serious.

I want to take on bigger jobs.

You wanted to bring on a new man. Where is he?

I haven't gotten to it yet, boss, but I will deliver.

Is he reliable? Capable?

A man who can think fast, who's powerful...

and who knows how to lend a hand without necessarily banging away.

- This is his picture. - Put it there on the table.

Thank you.

Next item: You were a big-game hunter.

Yes, boss, in Africa, when I was young.

Then you know how to catch a rhinoceros.

With a trap.

You dig a pit, you cover it with reeds...

the rhino falls into the pit, and you tie it up.

We'll use this method to trap the armored vehicle...

carrying the government's gold shipment.

Dig a pit on Highway 24 and lay a thin covering over it.

That simple?

Good ideas are always simple.

The complete plans, accounting for all contingencies...

are there on the table.

The execution is your job!

"Detour"

- Mortimer's coming! - Let's split! Hurry up.

Come on, come on!

"Waste Disposal”

Detour. Go that way.

Everybody out!

Don't rely on that armored jalopy. You're sitting on dynamite.

I'll count to ten.

If you don't come out, I'll Bloomsbury sky-high.

- He may be bluffing about the dynamite. - It's possible.

One, two, three...

four, five, six...

seven, eight...

nine-

Out!

AH right, then. Drop your weapons. Hands up!

- Turn around and face the truck! - Let's go!

Very nice.

Transfer the goods.

I said transfer them!

And we haven't even gotten our hands dirty yet!

Faster, gentlemen!

Let's hurry it UP-

- Come on, hurry up! - Get going. Come on!

Hurry up! Keep going!

Out of my Way!

It's pretty far to town, boys. Here's change for the bus.

After all, we're not inhuman.

Come on. Hurry up. Stop right here.

Stop! Now back up, slowly.

Hurry up. guys!

More. Keep coming!

Stop!

Come on, move it!

All right, let's go! All aboard!

The value of the gold bars is a million and a half...

minus the bus fare.

- What? - They have a sense of humor.

I don't find that funny at all.

- Time? - Two hours ago.

- Where? - Highway 24.

Come on.

- Your coffee, Inspector! - Leave it!

1 9...

'l 'l O...

111...

112.

- Is that it? - Yes, that's all.

- Good job, boys. - Good evening, boss.

The gold goes in the melting furnaces.

- Mortimer. - Yes, boss?

You'll take care of paying the boys.

Who was in on it?

"Short Circuit" Henry, "Laughing Gas” Frankie, and jack "the Finger-Breaker."

Excellent!

"Eyeball" Rolf and "Iron Neck" Tony.

He got us the garbage truck and drove it too.

- Very good. - Flock e.

Good, Flocke. You've proved your skills.

Eddie "the Token," and Gulliver.

Thank you.

- Mortimer? - Boss?

Instructions for our next job are on the table.

Code name: "Diamond exchange."

The execution is your job!

Let's go!

You know that I'm your master and your boss.

That is enough for you.

Curiosity of any kind will be punished by death.

Take him away!

- Mortimer, bring in the replacement. - Yes, boss.

Thank you.

This time it really counts, huh?

- We've waited for this fight for a year. - He's in good shape, isn't he?

- We turned down all other fights. - So you had no income.

How did you survive for so long?

- Well, I'll bet heavy on him. - Like all his friends.

- Would you introduce me? - Sure johnny!

Yes, the machine guns were pointed at us the whole time.

- There was no dynamite in the pit! - But there could have been.

- They were surely capable of it. - And what then?

Inspector, I found this.

- Does this belong to any of you? - No.

Mr. Heinrich, director of the National Treasury.

- An outrageous criminal act. - Yes, the whole job had style.

One and a half million.

I demand that the perpetrators be harshly punished.

I share your view, but first we must catch them.

Good-bye.

- Here, put the clues together. - Who? Me?

Well, I recall a similar case...

when the gold of the city Atlantis sank into the sea.

And?

It was an awesome crime novel. One day the gold resurfaced again.

- How? - Divers.

- Good morning, Flocke. - Good morning, Mr. Mortimer.

- What do we have today? - Kidneys, sour and spicy.

Wonderful.

Squeeze some orange juice for me.

Put some vodka in it. Can't hurt, and it'll boost my optimism.

- Single shot or double? - Double.

In our profession, one can't be optimistic enough.

- Here you are. - Thank you. Where are the boys?

- In the next room. - Bring them in.

Come in, quickly.

- Good morning, gentlemen. - Good morning.

It's payday. Each of you gets twice what you got last time-

4,800 marks.

There are only eight of us, Mr. Mortimer.

I know.

Here- divide Eddie's share among yourselves.

Who's smoking that awful stuff?

Here you go.

Where are the plans?

Listen up.

"Eyeball" Rolf and I will take care of getting in the diamond exchange.

"Short Circuit" Henry will disable the alarm.

It's very complicated. It's a very important job.

Child's play, boss.

The instructions are to be followed precisely, one item at a time.

Each of you has his special duty.

You are responsible for creating the right mood.

"Laughing Gas” Frankie and "Eyeball" Rolf will receive...

wardrobe number 3A, elegant but inconspicuous.

Everybody else wears a Metropolitan uniform.

- Me too? - Yes, you too.

The boss expects precise and prompt execution from each of you.

Understand?

"Metropolitan Window Washing"

"Alarm System Municipal Bank"

What's with the lights?

"Diamond Exchange Closed Today!"

Stay calm and don't move.

Attention, gentlemen!

It's no use. The alarm has been turned off.

Look up at the ceiling. Hands in the air.

Stay calm, gentlemen.

Keep your hands up.

Go over to the wall and stand facing it.

Hands UP!

Thank you. Clear the table!

Don't leave anything behind.

Face the wall.

Let's go!

Thank you, gentlemen. Don't grieve too much for your little rocks.

I'll leave the key with the receptionist.

Where?

Don't let anyone in the building. I'll be right there!

It went so smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed.

- How many of them were there? - One tall man and one very short man.

- And five window washers. - No, there were only three.

We were outnumbered-- might have been from 8 to 12.

- How many were there really? - One, two, three-

Inspector!

It's the same brand.

- This cigar will trip him up. - How?

It's custom-made by Dunhill in London...

only for the most select of customers.

Find out who it was made for.

- I already did. - Well, what's his name?

Winston Churchill.

Insurance scams and gold heists.

Behind all this is one and the same mastermind.

- Put the clues together. - Who? You mean me?

Well, it must be somebody who needs a lot of money, right?

An inventor who needs money to finance his utopian inventions.

I just read a novel about a guy who wanted to conquer gravity.

That's not as hard as conquering stupidity, Kruger.

When I put the clues together and tell you the name...

you'll think I belong where he is right now: in an insane asylum.

Mabuse?

Dr. Mabuse is the most interesting case in my hospital.

In my last lecture I discussed mental patients...

who forced others to commit crimes by means of hypnosis.

I remember a murder case in Copenhagen...

that led to the indictment of the hypnotist and not the person...

who had been instructed to commit the murder.

In the case of Dr. Mabuse, we encounter a different phenomenon.

His insanity was triggered by fright and horror.

That is, as an effect of shock.

Dr. Mabuse led a veritable double life.

He was an excellent physician...

but with his almost superhuman logic...

his vast knowledge...

and his familiarity with all modern techniques...

he used his superior skills to commit crimes...

that had been considered impossible before.

For months the police were searching for the mind...

that had conceived these crimes.

Here it is, in a diagram based on an actual X ray.

The abnormal indentation in the second transitional convolution...

of the fissura calcarina is clearly visible.

The functions of this brain are phenomenal...

but its performance is strictly focused on the negative.

Dr. Mabuse was committed in my clinic...

after being arrested by the police...

in his burning lab.

The patient has completely retreated into his inner self.

But his clinical picture changed...

as Mabuse began to fill sheets of paper...

with meaningless scribbles.

As psychiatrists, we are familiar with this writing frenzy in criminals.

The subconscious seeks to unburden itself.

The patient draws and writes.

Later, the scribbling began to take on the shape of words...

which gave us insight into this phenomenal brain.

Dr. Mabuse's thoughts are moving...

within the same realm of criminal ideas as before.

They are super-ideas...

directed against society and humanity.

Here we find complete confirmation of Lombroso's thesis...

about insanity and genius.

Hallucinatory madness...

coupled with megalomania...

that is typical of paranoid disorders.

This will be the subject of our next lecture.

A new student?

- No, an old friend of Dr. Mabuse. - A friend?

Yes. In a way, I'm responsible for the fact...

that Dr. Mabuse is in your clinic.

- Inspector Lohmann. - Pleased to meet you.

My assistant, Mr. Kruger.

What can I do for you, Inspector?

I would like your permission to visit Dr. Mabuse.

But of course. Please follow me.

As you can see, he doesn't take the least notice of our presence.

It is typical of his megalomania that he thinks it is important...

to record all his thoughts for posterity.

- Mirror writing? - Yes.

He writes sometimes with his left hand...

sometimes with his right.

A typical shift of the brain phases affecting writing skills.

Something like a stew of ideas...

that can only be interpreted by a psychiatrist.

I am collecting his writings for a detailed analysis.

I want to see if he recognizes me.

How are you, Dr. Mabuse?

I'm glad you're getting such good care.

- Does he ever stop writing? - No, he writes incessantly.

We can hardly get him to eat or sleep.

Excuse me, may I ask you why you are interested in this patient?

- The Mabuse case is closed, isn't it? - Well, that's what I thought.

But recently, several crimes were committed...

that were entirely in the style of Dr. Mabuse.

Perhaps they were copycat crimes.

Tell me, Professor, is it possible for Dr. Mabuse...

secretly to leave his cell?

Absolutely impossible.

Would you object if I assigned a guard to the cell?

Be my guest.

I would also like to visit him from time to time.

Anytime.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

That goes for me too.

- Let's see you put the clues together. - Me?

Well, I saw a crime show once called "Worm on the Brain."

- What? - "Worm on the Brain."

Okay, it was a comedy, but it was set in an insane asylum.

The sane people were the patients and the patients were sane and-

Shut up.

He is the mastermind.

- Who? Mabuse? - Without a doubt.

Inspector, that's out of the question. The man's locked up. He can't get out.

Anything is possible with Dr. Mabuse.

Wow,

One, two...

three, four--

Fight!

Staff, please clear the aisles.

Once again: Staff, please clear the aisles.

Clear the ring for round four!

Round four.

One, two...

three, four...

five, six...

seven, eight...

nine, out!

This guy was my biggest mistake. It's over. He's through in my gym.

- I warned him. I know the reason. - And what is that?

Come on in.

He's all yours-- or whatever's left of him.

Is it very bad?

He's still useful for your purposes.

I don't need pity. I don't want to see you.

Leave me alone!

- No, I'm staying here with you. - Get out of here!

What is all this about?

When you fall, it's good to know how far you've fallen...

Oh, I know.

And why you shouldn't stay down too long, but get back up quick.

This old nag is lame. He's ready for the glue factory.

You're wrong. This sick horse will yet win many a race.

- What do you want? - To manage you.

You are a poor businessman. I'm washed up.

Not yet. Have you ever heard of angry young men?

That's what we need. Anger is an excellent driving force.

You saw it yourself.

Yesterday I was the favorite, and today they spit on me.

It happens, and not only in sports-- in politics too.

- That's human ingratitude. - I hate them!

Excellent! As long as you can still hate, you're not finished.

On the contrary. This is only the beginning.

Boxing?

That too, but there's more. It's an all-encompassing sport.

Wrestling, running, fighting-- all professionally.

- Who pays for this? - The organization.

What kind of organization?

Philosophically speaking, I would like to say...

the organization of the will to power.

- I don't know a thing about philosophy. - Then let's talk money.

Your salary will be much higher than what you make boxing.

You will be able to pay off your debts and buy anything for your girl.

- What do I need to do? - We'll discuss that tomorrow.

Ah, Heidi.

Our old friend.

It's easy to see I'm funding the police force.

My fines pay your salaries.

Would you like a seat? A cup of coffee?

No bribes.

What were you up to this time?

Working the street again?

- She bought some sausages. - Well, is that a crime?

She paid with counterfeit 100-mark bills.

The printing is excellent.

- The bill doesn't look fake at all. - But it is.

The paper is lousy- it's a fake.

How was I supposed to know that?

I don't get a hundred spot every day.

- It was too good to be true. - So it was from a customer?

The scoundrel!

Paying me in counterfeit! Me!

I deliver first-rate goods.

No one doubts that.

- Did the man have more of these bills? - His wallet was bursting with them.

- Aha! - What do you mean, "aha"?

- He probably belongs to a forgery gang. - What a keen observation.

What did he look like?

- A man like all the rest. - Any particular characteristics?

Red hair- on his chest.

-I meant outside, not inside, his shirt! - That didn't interest me.

Just a second. Now I remember something.

He had metal-tipped heels.

- Is he coming back? - We haven't set up anything.

But he often comes to the "Hot Corner"...

and buys himself some sausages and girls.

Hopefully he'll take the bait.

And what if he pays with real money today?

There he is.

Be smart about it and take him upstairs right away.

Then we'll come in to confiscate the money.

Confiscate? And who'll pay me?

The police.

I'll give you credit toward future fines.

- Counterfeit? - Yes.

Another witness eliminated in the old familiar way.

Heidi, he won't be paying you anymore.

I don't dare get excited about it yet.

- What kind of a position is it? - I have to find out more about it.

- Is your boss nice? - I think so.

- Have you talked to him yet? - Yes, briefly.

What kind of a man is he?

Are you working for a life insurance company?

I wouldn't call it that.

My questions are making you nervous, aren't they?

Nervous? Why?

Oh johnny, I'm so happy you're not boxing anymore.

I was afraid for you every time. I won't have to be afraid anymore.

A new life has begun for the two of us.

Come in.

This is my colleague Henry.

- This is Nelly. - Good evening. How do you do?

- You're leaving? - Yes. Work calls.

In the middle of the night?

- When will you be back? - I don't know yet.

You don't need to wait up.

- Do you know who I am? - No.

You don't need to, and you shouldn't.

I'm the boss. That's enough.

- Mortimer. - I'm listening.

This evening Red Fox had to be liquidated.

He had put the first unfinished specimens...

from our money printing shop into circulation.

The police were already on his tail. He won't be leaving any more clues.

Johnny Briggs will be a good replacement.

You'll find plans on the table for Project Signal Disc.

The railroad car carrying paper for the federal mint arrives tonight.

The railroad car is to be rerouted and the paper seized...

for our printing shop.

The execution is your job!

Let's go,johnny.

I've made a rough estimate of the loot we've captured so far--

gold, money, diamonds.

A sum that could be used for all kinds of purposes.

Could- but what happens with these staggering sums? I have no idea.

- The boss knows how to use the money. - What's it to you?

Didn't you get your cut right on time?

It's better not to ask too many questions, gentlemen.

- The boss doesn't like it too much. - Do you know the boss, Doctor?

- No, and I'm not curious. - It's best that way.

I'd like to introduce a new member of the team.

- Bit of a surprise, eh? - How are you,johnny?

Johnny is going to work with us for the first time on Project Signal Disc.

Here are the plans. Doctor, please come with me.

Project Signal Disc.

Looks like it has to do with the railroad.

Here.

Is that for me? I don't think l need that.

Don't say that.

We run across situations where you'll be glad you have it.

- Flocke? - He isn't here.

What do you mean, he isn't here? He's got to be prompt.

- When he gets here, send him in. - Sure.

Project Signal Disc.

Johnny and I will take care of the switch.

You cover the embankment.

But no daredevil stunts. We can't afford shooting tonight.

No need to bang away.

You will neutralize the officer there for a while.

What do you mean, "neutralize"?

You'll gently incapacitate the man for the duration of our job.

Track three.

What are you doing here?

It worked.

Sleep tight, kiddo.

Have a cigar when you wake up.

Come on,johnny.

The railroad has so many cars.

It will take a while for anyone to notice one is missing.

Please tell Inspector Lohmann that I need to talk to him right away.

Please put me through. It's very important.

I'm getting closer and closer. I suspect that I-

Suspicions, Flocke. You've got nothing but suspicions.

Get us some facts and maybe Mr. Lohmann will talk to you.

Kruger, you know l want to make up for my mistakes.

I want to clear myself. I'll have proof soon. Believe me!

I mustn't even mention your name in Mr. Lohmann's presence.

For him, a corrupt detective is the worst thing in the world.

You have no idea how far I have already gotten.

I just can't tell you yet how I'm going about it.

But believe me-

Kruger, listen to me!

And that's when I dislocated my arm.

- What did they look like? - I couldn't see their faces.

One of them was elegant, wore kid gloves and smelled of perfume.

The other was an athlete, I think. Very strong.

- Did they attack you? - You could say that!

But before they left, one of them gave me a cigar.

It's the same brand.

Damn!

You said it the first time- This cigar will trip him up.

A keen observation.

What's in the railroad car?

The car contains a load of paper for the federal mint.

- You didn't ever leave your post? - No, Inspector, certainly not.

- He hasn't left this cell at all? - Not for a single moment.

You didn't believe me. Now the officer confirms it.

I have a feeling...

that Dr. Mabuse's evil vibrations penetrate through walls and doors.

I can feel it.

The look he gave me- He'd love to kill me.

Do you believe in mind control?

- Are you doing research in that area? - Yes, but genuine proof is lacking.

I'm at the stage Wolter had reached when he saw the frog legs twitch.

A minuscule twitch, but behind it was the immense power of electricity.

And you believe that mind control is similar?

Yes, a similarly powerful force, but we know very little about it.

I must find him. Where is he?

There! There he is!

Kill him!

- How could this happen? - Usually he's utterly harmless.

He flew into a sudden rage when he heard your voice.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Mind control may be strong when it comes to frog legs...

but it looked as if this insane man...

was going to carry out Mabuse's will.

That would be fantastic!

Pardon me?

I mean, if I could prove that scientifically.

"No Smoking"

On the right paper, they're more real than the real thing.

- Nothing is better than homemade. - It smells of fresh ink.

Money doesn't stink.

- You may take a few. - A few of these?

- Go ahead. - Without counting it?

We will count it when you bring back the change.

Well, Johnny? How do you like your job?

Nothing but spending money.

But what if they catch me?

Before, you were earning money for a well-aimed hook...

and now it's the same thing.

Listen up now.

To be safe, you'll withdraw 1,000 in 100-mark bills from the bank...

replace one of them with one of ours, and spend it.

If you get caught, you say...

"I don't know what you mean. I just got it from the bank."

Let's count the paper.

Come on, count.

Take the first hundred.

- Shoot him! - Me?

Stop!

Shoot!

Flocke is an informer. Everybody after him!

Bring him back. I don't care how.

I forbade him to enter the print shop.

And I think you missed on purpose.

That's no good.

Others have died here for lesser reasons.

My chauffeur Flocke, a traitor!

Damn! He got away.

Flocke. He called once before.

I don't want to speak to him.

Inspector Lohmann doesn't want to speak to you.

He must listen to me.

I implore you. Tell him I've got proof now.

I can give him important information. He must hear me out!

Inspector, I think you had better. He says he has proof now.

I would have vouched for that man when he still worked here.

But he disappointed all of us too much. Hang up.

Listen, Flocke. Stop trying to reach the inspector.

I'm on to something big. They almost killed me!

Inspector!

Inspector, I'm glad you're there. Thank you.

Don’t jabber. Tell me what's going on.

I know the printing shop where they make the counterfeit money.

I know who's behind it.

When I tell you the name, you will think I'm crazy.

- Where are you calling from? - A pay phone.

I want to make up for what I've done.

Inspector! For heaven's sake!

Help me. Inspector!

For God's sake, help me!

Somethings happened.

Flocke, you are a traitor.

Under the pretext of having been fired as a police informant...

you gained entry into our group.

- You are an informant. - Please, no.

- Honestly, I was fired. - You know what awaits you.

The boss punishes traitors with death.

And it's my distasteful duty to execute the boss's order.

I don't like such tasks.

I haven't said anything yet. From now on I will-

No one will believe a word you say. You're finished.

I don't want to get my hands dirty. Here.

In the next minute you will shoot yourself.

Do it, or something much worse will happen to you.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Shoot, then. But you won't do it.

He knew something, but he couldn't tell me any more.

They stopped him in the usual radical way.

He was shot point-blank in the eye.

They must have stuck the revolver right in his face.

- Right in his face? - Yes, right up close.

- Inspector, look here. - Yes, I know.

- Shall I put the clues together? - No.

But in the French murder mystery La fumée bleue...

which means "Blue Smoke”-

What could that be, Inspector?

Now you can put the clues together!

Now?

Maybe he meant to cut the glass with the diamond...

and push in the pane with his hand.

No, no, no.

Flocke scratched symbols onto the glass pane with his ring...

because he wanted to tell us something.

Have the panel taken out and examined in the lab.

Yes, I inspector.

- Do you have to leave again? - Yes.

I hate your work.

- What do you know about it? - Nothing.

Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to do you good.

- You don't think? - No. I can tell.

You've lost the ability to laugh since you started on this job.

Sometimes I think that you don't love me anymore.

You don't talk to me anymore. Your mind is always wandering.

Give up this job. For my sake.

- I can't. - Why not?

Don't ask so many questions!

I'm just afraid for you. What you're doing can't be good.

I know what I have to do. Forget your worries.

Here they are again. Does it always have to go on like this?

No, Nelly. But I'm not at a point yet where I can give it up.

Do you worry about her?

I worry about you. What happened to Flocke?

- A quick procedure. - Oh, yeah?

I thought that this was all about counterfeit money.

- The rest is none of your business. - But I'm still involved.

You don't know how to live. Learn to overlook unpleasantness.

- Close your eyes. - I can't.

But you must now, my boy. Come on, drive.

Wait here.

Are you there, boss?

The printing shop surveillance team failed miserably...

in the Flocke matter.

For the safety of the organization, my methods are to be tightened up...

in the future.

Members who present a danger to the organization...

are to be eliminated at once- no exceptions.

I issue only one warning. Pass it on.

Yes, boss.

Call the others in here to receive orders.

Yes, boss.

Everybody come on down!

Everybody listen now.

My orders were recently disobeyed.

Each of you must be aware of his unconditional commitment to me.

You are being appropriately rewarded for that.

We are not a philanthropic organization.

Dead bodies are a part of our business.

I hope that each of you will demonstrate stricter discipline...

in OLIN' next endeavor.

You may leave.

"Legal Eye"Joe and Mortimer, stay here.

Counselor, please report.

I have not returned the letters...

incriminating the executive director of the municipal bank...

nor the pictures showing him in risqué situations...

although he offered me a substantial amount for them.

That is why he complied fully with our wishes.

We now have duplicates of all the keys to the bank safes.

Where are the keys?

We also have the code names for the safes, acquired through similar means...

from the assistant director of the municipal bank...

who is in the same position as his colleague.

As an attorney and notary public, I promised to return...

both the letters and the incriminating pictures to the gentlemen...

once our endeavor is successful.

Very good. Hand the keys over to Mortimer.

Instructions for the bank break-in are on the table.

The execution is your job!

This is a What is this?

This continues down here, I think.

Mabuse.

Flocke scratched this onto the glass pane with his left hand behind him.

Inspector Lohmann wishes to speak to you, Professor.

Unfortunately, I can't receive him without an appointment.

I'm sorry, but I have no time for social decorum.

It's about Dr. Mabuse.

Frankly, Inspector, your insinuations regarding this patient...

are beginning to cast you in a questionable light, in my view.

That doesn't concern me in the least. Here.

A shadow. Who is this?

That's what I wanted to ask you.

I have no idea who the man is casting the shadow.

I have proof that the recent crime wave is connected to Dr. Mabuse.

But, Inspector, you know full well...

that this patient is under your surveillance at all times...

and that he can't possibly make contact with the outside world.

All the same, you are the director of this institution...

and your reputation is on the line.

Are you trying to say that crimes are being planned in my hospital?

- Are these Dr. Mabuse's drawings? - Yes.

Are you sure that all Dr. Mabuse's drawings end up in your hands?

Absolutely positive. All his papers are delivered to me.

- I'm confiscating these notes. - You can't do that!

Even a criminal has the right to confidentiality of his medical records.

I will produce a court order later allowing me to confiscate them.

Well, if it will satisfy your criminologists conscience, be my guest.

I hope you will succeed in deciphering these notes.

Tell me, Professor, may l attend one of your experiments?

That's out of the question.

Thank you, and good-bye.

- Bring Dr. Mabuse in for treatment. - Right away, Professor

Do you hear me, Dr. Mabuse?

Dr. Mabuse, you must hear me.

I hear you.

You brought me new notes.

Here.

Do you know what you're writing?

Every word.

- What do your notes mean? - They are plans for crimes.

Plans for robbery, theft, murder and counterfeiting of currency.

You admit it?

I am proud of it.

The crimes are calculated down to the smallest detail.

I have made sure they are carried out by experts.

Carried out?

Have they been carried out?

So far...

all of them.

- Has anybody helped you? - Yes.

Who?

You, Professor.

Me?

You mean that I have committed these crimes?

Yes, you.

To my exact specifications.

That's- that's impossible!

Oh, but it is possible, Professor Pohland.

At this point, let me clear up a small misunderstanding.

You believe that you are treating me, but the opposite is true.

All this time, I have been treating you.

This is insanity!

Well, I am insane.

I have given you hypnotic suggestions by means of telepathy.

The first order was...

Pohland the physician must not know about Pohland the criminal.

Both are working independently of each other.

The physician by the day, the criminal at night.

Your conscious mind has never accepted...

that you are a criminal and a murderer.

A murderer?

Yes, a murderer, Professor.

You have several lives on your conscience.

Now, please sit down.

Sit down!

Do you hear me, Professor Pohland?

I hear you.

Then answer my question:

How much does Inspector Lohmann know?

He suspects certain connections...

but he's in the dark.

He can't prove anything.

Not even with your notes, which he has confiscated.

And what about my most important notes, the ones for posterity?

My real testament.

They are in the safe.

Good.

Put the new notes in there also.

You will kill Lohmann.

Not right away...

and not so simply.

My final reckoning with him will be terrible.

He will lose his mind.

This will be the culmination of my revenge.

NC)!

I will not do it.

I will not obey.

There is no turning back for a murderer.

I'm not a murderer.

I still have a will.

- I can free myself. - Why don't you try it, then?

I will break your hypnotic force.

I won't follow your criminal orders any longer.

I will destroy you.

- Attendant! - Yes, Professor?

Don't take Dr. Mabuse back to his cell.

Put him in cell number zero.

Cell zero? Without air and light?

Yes, in total isolation. No writing instruments, no paper.

I will lock him in myself.

"Municipal Bank"

- Good evening. - Good evening. What's the matter?

- Is everything all right? - Everything's fine, Officer.

- How many guards are on duty tonight? - Three. Two others besides myself.

- Open up, please. - Out of the question.

- I don't have the power to do that. - This is an order.

Let go. Let him go!

Come on, quick. The guards are to be eliminated.

Don't move. It's better for you.

Everything's okay, boss.

- Is he finished? - Yes.

Careful- the old guard!

Come on!

The alarm system for the safe is shut off.

Open sesame!

Unpack.

Put the real money in the briefcases, the counterfeit money in here.

Okay, boys, load the briefcases.

Tony and johnny will take them to headquarters.

The boss said you're to come with us. Get in the back!

All that beautiful fake money.

So much work went into it.

And we get real cash for it!

This job went very well.

Will the boys follow us to headquarters right away?

That's the plan. The payoff should be royal this time.

I like this job better and better. The boss is a genius.

Will the money be unloaded right away?

As soon as the boys arrive at the mausoleum.

Kruger, wake up! Come here.

These are Mabuse's notes, and they are the exact plans...

according to which the crimes were committed later.

The trap for the armored transport. They catch rhinos this way in Africa.

The diamond exchange. The window washers. Tear gas.

Here is Project Signal Disc. Right here!

Yes?

A break-in was reported at the municipal bank.

Municipal bank- Here!

"Project Municipal Bank" - How was it reported? - A phone call.

Let's go!

We've been locked in.

Damn!

Police! Take cover.

Be reasonable- give yourselves up! I have hand grenades.

I'm giving you one last chance.

Throw it!

Hands up or we'll smoke you out!

- Is that all of them? - I don't count anymore.

Got a light?

You smoke a special brand, don't you?

The last one.

The man with the cigar.

- It'll take me five minutes to change. - Hurry it up.

Right, so we can get rid of the stuff.

- What is it? What are you up to? - The last round. I gotta win.

I gotta find out who the boss is.

I've had enough. I don't want to be an accessory to murder anymore.

Murder?

Yes, Nelly. I lied to you.

I told you I had found a job, which I did, but guess where?

- In a money-counterfeiting setup. - What are you going to do now?

Put an end to it, expose the whole thing.

But first I've got to get the boss.

If I don't return within two hours or if I don't call you...

- give this to the police. - Trinity Cemetery?

I've sketched out exactly where I can be found there...

with detailed directions on how to access the headquarters.

May I try to put the clues together, Inspector?

The gang broke into the safe, and the bills inside the safe...

caught on fire and were consumed by the flames.

Wrong.

These bills are fake. They weren't consumed by the fire.

They were brought here already singed.

All the edges with numbers are blackened.

Why?

The break-in, and the welded safe door, was staged.

It was supposed to look like they were surprised while breaking in.

They wanted us to believe the real money went up in flames.

Why?

If the real bills had been stolen...

the numbers would have been published.

But if they had all been burned-

Ingenious!

But it won't work. Come on.

Who's your boss? Certainly wasn't the guy with the cigar.

He was our boss. But there is another one above him.

- Who is that? - We don't even know ourselves.

Where is your hideaway?

Trinity Cemetery. Greek mausoleum.

What do you know!

This is just like a murder mystery. "The Tomb With the Ten Locks."

And the truck with the money was taken there?

Yes.

Take ten men with you, seize the money, and surround the hideout.

Got it.

This is Mabuse's first misstep, I tell you!

When everything is taken care of, come to Pohlands clinic.

- Now get busy! - Right, boss.

Johnny Briggs!

Come closer.

You intend to betray me, put an end to all this...

and expose this whole operation...

but first you want to get to me, the boss.

Is this true?

Do you know what this means? Death.

But not just for you.

Turn around.

Do you see that?

Remove the blanket.

- They ambushed me and brought me here. - Let the woman go.

You and the woman won't leave this room alive.

She's got nothing to do with the whole thing.

You told her everything. That's why she must share your fate.

Traitors incur death.

You underestimated me and my power.

I warned you. Now it's too late.

Your fate is sealed.

I could have just killed you by means of an electrical shock...

but I want to torture you to death.

Did you really believe you could eliminate me so easily?

I didn't think you had to hide behind a shadow.

Your death won't be easy.

I will slowly torture the two of you to death.

Here I am.

Stay calm. We'll get out of here.

Here I am.

- Where are you going? - To see Professor Pohland.

- Now? - Yes, right now.

- Does the professor know you're coming? - I think he does.

This way, please.

- What is it? - I must speak to you.

Open up, Professor!

Ah, Inspector.

- He wouldn't take no for an answer. - No matter.

Inspector Lohmann is always welcome.

You wanted to visit Dr. Mabuse again, didn't you?

Yes.

You've come a few hours too late.

Dr. Mabuse died last night.

- Last night? - Yes.

How strange.

No need to have him watched anymore. A dead Dr. Mabuse is not dangerous.

Is that really Dr. Mabuse?

Unfortunately, yes.

This dead man is or, rather, was Dr. Mabuse.

- Unfortunately? - Yes. Unfortunately.

Well, Mabuse was a criminal, after all...

who escaped death by hanging when he was sent to your asylum.

- One less crazy criminal on this planet. - Don't say that!

You have no idea.

No one has any idea what a phenomenal brain...

of superhuman capability stopped functioning...

upon Mabuse's demise.

This brain...

which I was finally able to examine...

would have laid our godless world to ruin.

That's enough of that!

I'm glad Mabuse the criminal did not succeed.

Mabuse the criminal?

No, Mabuse the genius.

The intellectual legacy of Mabuse...

could unhinge the whole world, your law enforcement system and all.

You speak of Mabuse's legacy?

I'm speaking of the testament of Dr. Mabuse.

Dr. Mabuse left behind a testament?

Yes, but one that's only interesting to me, as a physician and scientist.

Well, you're wrong. As a detective, it interests me too.

You seem to underestimate the kinds of fields I'm interested in.

There is a new case, which I would like your help to clear up.

A man by the name of johnny Briggs has just been admitted.

- What do you want from him? - I would like to talk to him.

All right.

Bring Briggs, the new patient, to my office.

Right away, Professor.

Come with me. I will take you to him.

- Where is the patient? - Haven't you figured it out yet?

You are the patient.

Please sit down.

We will begin the treatment immediately.

I guarantee I will cure you quickly and completely.

At last, you will be free of this idea that Mabuse is still active.

You will be able to think clearly and logically again...

as you need to in your profession as an inspector.

Please sit down.

Put him on the chair.

Strap him in.

Leave me alone with the patient.

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him!

Come, quick!

Kill him!

I'm so scared!

Do you feel anything?

Of course, I could send the current through your body all at once...

just like an electric chair.

But I want you to squirm a little bit, Lohmann.

Impressive, how much you can withstand.

I'll give you a little break...

and then I'm going to send 100,000 volts through your body.

Come on. Get in there.

Dr. Mabuse would have loved to see and hear you cry.

Scream! Why aren't you screaming?

The others all scream.

- Are you insane? - Typical!

- Wait here. I'll be right back. - Yes, sir.

No, no! Murderer!

"The Way To Power Through the Mirrors of Death"

"My Testament Dr. Mabuse"

Help! Murderer!

No, don't! Help!

Murderer!

Are you feeling better?

- Where is the professor? - Gone.

- Where is the professor? - This way.

Finally! I thought I was going to sit there forever.

- Where do you normally sit? - The police station. Good day.

- Where are you going? - I told you: the police station!

- Come on now. - Leave me alone!

Following a black vehicle north on Avenue 31.

Send patrol cars for backup. Over.

Come on, faster!