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A MAN TO KILL

Have you lost your mind?

Just a passerby and he discovers you.

We had no choice.

You should not have been been surprised.

I would have liked it if you were there.

It's a miracle that this hasn't happened before.

Here, their papers.

- You think of everything, eh? - Now they will be on alert.

Not so soon, first they have to investigate. We have a few days.

Two or three, no more.

Julius must be notified immediately.

I phoned him. We'll meet Fernandez.

It was actually timely that we killed that guy.

This will force Julius to to make up his mind to kill Schmidt.

Schmidt has hardly changed in 20 years.

He has the same nose as it was 20 years ago...

But only the nose.

I don't think so.

More light...

Here, Nils. Does this name mean anything to you?

That's the man you killed this morning.

An old acquaintance of Schmidt's?

No.

I brought you the photocopies I made in Germany.

Civil status papers.

The photos from South America you have.

This is in 1940, his beginnings in the Nazi SS.

Porto Alegre, 1955.

This one was hard for me to get: a congress of architects in Rio in 58.

Are you sure they haven't found the body yet?

Not this morning, anyway. We went through the newspapers top to bottom.

This is serious.

Very serious.

The police will investigate.

- We couldn't do anything else. - I know we couldn't.

Julius, we need to act fast.

They can find the body any moment

The tape recorder.

Now there is no doubt.

And I am also afraid that he may get suspicious and run.

We must act quickly.

Yes, George. But it won't work to do just anything willy-nilly.

I don't want to make a mistake.

For each shot,

we have noted the exact date in this notebook. Look at it.

We have even noted

what seemed to be of no interest.

The smallest detail, the smallest gesture that can awaken a memory.

Let's get started.

The first time we saw him, was at the stadium on September 17.

There he is, that's him.

At first we didn't dare to film it too close,

however, he is well recognized.

Here, in front of the man with the white shirt,

He is the only one that does not move.

This is the neighborhood where he lives.

But he moves a lot.

We didn't have a practical method to locate him.

This is the building where we have rented a studio.

To keep an eye on Herr Schmidt, on the eighth floor.

This is the view we have of his apartment.

The entrance door of the property.

Its residents' income is moderate.

This is the Casa Santa Voz. There he has his architect office.

He enters his office.

He's looking behind himself all the time.

Now, you're going to see a normal day.

7:30 AM, opens the blinds.

We set up several observation points.

As he is regular in his habits,

we can reconstruct a routine day with a montage.

Half an hour later, he is dressed.

- What is he doing? - He feeds an animal.

- What kind of animal? - We do not know.

At 8:15 AM he leaves for his office.

Sometimes on foot...

This time he's changed his mind. He's taking the bus.

Now, he walks.

He crosses Del Liberador Square.

He looks like a different man now.

He has blond hair, a childish face,

hands are always very well cared for.

Then he goes along the walkway, near his office.

- Look at his hand in his pocket. - Is he armed?

No. This is the left pocket.

We noticed the cologne very strong, when he passed near us,

For a long time, that perfume for me has been synonymous with suffering.

He was the cruelest of all the Nazi SS, the most insensitive.

Though he never insulted us. He acted very polite.

Sometimes he called me "Monsieur" in French.

He arrives at his office, it is 8:55 AM

He finishes work at 6 PM and returns home.

There are always people around, so it is impossible to kidnap him.

That is why we have prepared the house plan.

6:40 PM, he arrives home.

Have you noticed a touch of elegance in his home?

Elegance?

No, on the contrary. He has this simple coat...

And two raincoats...

Since we have been watching him,

we have always seen him in the same suit.

Fernandez has been in contact him.

Fernandez asked him to consider the study of an architectural project.

We have even recorded his voice on the phone.

In this neighborhood, you can go no more than eight stories high,

and the style of construction is pre-determined.

Have you set a date?

My customers are in a hurry, of course.

At the moment we are we are very busy.

Just in this city we have 3 projects.

We would not be able to start work,

in the event that they're on time, for another month or two.

But we can start planning the project whenever you want.

- Could you come and see the place? - Sure.

Do your customers already have a specific property?

Not yet. These are offices for a graphics editing company.

All right. It will be enough to make an appointment a few days in advance.

I often pass through through Barrio Tabasco.

It's him, isn't it?

I do not know.

Perhaps.

I can't be certain.

I can't.

- But, his voice... - No.

It is too peculiar in French.

You have met him in unforgettable circumstances.

That is true.

But it was 25 years ago.

25...

I remember a young officer officer in uniform,

and now I see a shorter and heavier architect.

who is beyondd his fiftieth birthday.

- It is him, it is evident. - But we must not have the slightest doubt.

- Do you know how much time we have left? - Yes, I do.

We have something else to show you.

- All this for nothing. - No, there is more.

You are not skilled in this.

You want to force him to see the man as Schmidt.

He has seen the Schmidt of 20 years ago. We haven't.

It is an older man now in front of you.

We must see a detail, a gesture and...

must give it time.

One day we hid a camera in a small suitcase.

In this restaurant was the first time we saw him so close.

Look at his eyes.

His gaze is never fixed, looking nowhere.

However, that day we thought he had heard...

the camera motor.

He was still, unable to make any gestures.

Then I looked at him...

His gaze shifted to me,

as if recognizing a regular customer.

but he had not really seen anything.

That day I was worried.

Here is the next-door neighbor. A musician.

Now you are going to meet his girlfriend.

There she is, Olga. She is an art teacher.

They look clearer in this shot.

That time she went to his house. It's something unusual, because...

on Fridays, it is he who goes to her house.

He never goes to the theater or to the movies.

He doesn't really hide, but...

He does not maintain much contact with the world around him.

They spent 3 hours together.

It is his only relationship, outside the company...

as you will see.

- What's up here? - Probably the phone.

Perhaps a call from the company.

Then he went downstairs and waited on the street.

Stop.

What's up?

Can we see that shot again?

Of course.

That is the first gesture I recognize from Schmidt.

In Mauthausen, he did the same.

That insistence on rubbing out the cigarette butt,

so that no one could use it.

It is still not enough to make up my mind.

Come on, continue.

He has the habits of a loner.

You will see some images now...

that prove that Schmidt is part of some organization.

It looks like any other cab.

But throughout these months of months of surveillance,

we have discovered the following...

He waits for a cab in front of his office. It is always the same one.

We know the driver's name is Kuntz. He works in a garage.

Often, Kuntz comes to pick him up at his house.

When Schmidt is not waiting for him, Kuntz goes upstairs to look for him.

Perhaps armed.

Once we followed them,

and now we can give you a look at Kuntz.

We didn't get a good look at him, it was too risky.

They never go to a precise location.

They go around the block.

We have seen this maneuver on several occasions.

The cab could serve as a mailbox for the organization.

Once a month, Kuntz brings it here.

Whose home?

We have not been able to find out. He only remains for a few minutes.

Look, that guy in the raincoat!

He is the one we just killed.

And there are...

shots in which you can see him much better.

Here.

It's him.

We were waiting for Schmidt,

and this guy happened along.

He seems to be waiting for for someone.

For Schmidt, no doubt.

At that moment he discovers the van.

He is approaching us.

At that time he has not yet seen the camera.

He goes around the van.

Here, we just discovered him.

So I cut the camera.

There was an immediate danger.

There was nothing else we could do.

Yes...

Yes, of course.

And so?

Anyway, it is unbelievable.

He has not changed his face.

You know, sometimes time itself is the best surgeon.

In this one I've thinned him out a little.

I'm sure it's him.

George, your conviction has always helped me, but...

You were face to face with him.

Face to face...

You know what?

With the SS...

we avoided looking at them.

Our hats off!

Cap in hand, eyes lowered...

You don't look death in the face.

A wrong gesture meant death.

You have to realize this.

Nils has been able to determine precisely...

the moment Schmidt's trail was lost in Europe: June 1949.

2 months later we met a woman in Porto Alegre.

She told us that before the war,

Schmidt had begun architectural studies.

The woman worked for a construction company.

He grinds out the cigarette butts th same way as Schmidt did.

I say the matter is concluded.

Yes...

It is clear.

We have indications, probabilities.

But I want certainty.

This face built in pieces does not seem real to me.

What's up?

Schmidt has gone to sleep, as usual.

- A decision must be made. - I know, George.

But I am the one who will decide.

Now I want to be alone.

We will have dinner together tonight.

I will have considered what we are going to do.

Hello...

Hello...

Hello!

Hello!

Hello?

I always geta a phone call when I'm busy.

I'm sorry. I did not know that.

Who's this on the phone? Is that you, Bernard?

No. I am not Bernard.

Good morning, anyway.

It is not morning. Who is it?

And you, who are you?

No more jokes.

This is not a joke.

Please don't hang up.

Do not hang up.

One second.

Don't hang up. I have a lot of things to tell you.

Is it you?

I came to pick you up.

What were you doing? Were you sleeping?

Please do not turn on the light.

Turn off.

What are you doing?

Hey.

Damn, she hung up.

Take a look. I will show you

4th floor, lighted window.

- She does the same thng we do. - What do you mean, the same thing?

She moved in one week ago.

Since then, she spends every night looking at pictures.

Do you enjoy being a voyeur?

What do you want me to do? I've been drinking a little.

At least she's prettier than Schmidt.

Let's find out what she does.

- This is fun for you, isn't it? - It will only take 2 minutes.

217-1418.

Hello?

- Hi, it's me. - You're very insistent.

Yes.

I wanted to ask you a question.

What are you doing?

And who are you?

I am tall,

tanned,

curly hair.

A sort of Lord Byron. My name is George.

You are so rude.

You don't want her to see you, or do you?

This is what I decided.

We'll serve ourselves. Thank you.

This is what I have decided.

Tomorrow I will go to Schmidt's apartment.

What for?

To verify some things for myself.

But everything has been checked.

I said to check it personally.

I want to review it all and try to find what I might be missing.

But it is too dangerous.

But why not? We are sure of his absence.

But he will have left no trace of his past.

Precisely.

I am the only one who can find a detail that escapes you.

He may have saved a minute memento...

A single one of his old days, for a lot of reasons...

Through negligence, or a morbid taste.

Even by superstition...

or other such interest.

Everything has statute limits, even war crimes.

And on that day he could regain his true identity.

It is important.

Evidence is needed.

He is right.

Let's go then.

No, just I.

Photographs should be taken, descriptions made...

This is how you will do it,

you enter through the service staircase so as not to be noticed.

You see, this is our block.

You come down here, the van will be waiting for you downstairs.

Then go through there.

He goes around the block and stops just ahead,

in front of the service staircase.

You go up and Nils won't leave until you've arrived.

Is that okay?

If you fail to open the door,

just leave quietly,

and I'll send you Nils with the van.

Take a walkie-talkie to stay in touch.

This is the shortwave emitter. Put it on the phone.

In principle it should work.

They have just left.

While Nils pretends to be a to be a delivery man,

Julius has time to go up and open the door.

Silly me, I should have have filled that package.

Even from here it looks empty.

- George, can you hear me? - Yes, I can.

Julius has entered the building.

Yes, I've seen it. Nothing as yet.

- Julius, can you hear me? - Yes, I hear you.

- Everything is in order. And you? - No problems. I just got in.

Perfect, nothing to worry about yet.

Why is he looking at us?

There was a woman in your building who was looking at me.

All right, I'm going to take care of the phone now.

- Raphael? - I'm listening.

Julius can't insert the device. Give me instructions.

It is very easy.

Unscrew the mic. Repeat after me.

Unscrew the mic.

Remove the membrane.

Remove the membrane.

Position the transmitter horizontally,

the two capacitors are placed downwards.

The two capacitors are placed downwards.

On the side where the the American mark is.

He looks like a watchmaker in a store.

- George, can you hear me? - I am listening.

- George? - Yes, I'm listening.

Let's check it out. Turn on the recorder.

Agreed.

Here.

Continental Hotel... Speak to me...

Does it work?

Very good. You can hear it perfectly.

- George, can you hear me? - Yes, I hear you.

Julius has to come down now. The time is approaching.

Hello, Julius?

Julius, can you hear me?

George?

Yes, I hear you.

What are you doing? Have you notified Julius?

Yes, I have but no answer.

He's coming down?

No response.

Please insist.

Please insist!

Still no response.

Try one more time.

George!

Julius?

Julius, can you hear me?

It is time. It is time.

It's the deadline. You have to come down.

One moment.

George, it's Schmidt!

Schmidt just got off the bus. Warn Julius.

Julius, Schmidt!

You have three minutes. Do you hear me? 3 minutes!

I know, I have a plan. Do nothing without my orders.

So, have you warned him?

Yes.

What did he say?

What did Julius say?

Nice position.

Above all, do not move.

Do not move. He might see us.

I wanted to know if he had returned.

I'm coming. Wait for me.

I called before, but the line was busy.

Busy? No way. I just arrived.

I called a quarter of an hour ago and it was busy.

- He must have misdialed the number. - But I am sure of it.

You're mistaken, I just got here. I'll see you later.

George, what is goingon? Tell me something.

Answer.

Schmidt is waiting for someone who called him on the phone.

Julius is alone. Let's go.

No. We don't have time now. Above all, don't move.

- He's right. We should go. - I'll decide!

Nils, don't move.

George? Kuntz's cab.

Kuntz's cab, I was sure of that.

What do we do? He just got out of the car.

Nothing at the moment. I'll let you know.

I don't like it when you call me at the office.

It is Jürgen. The police have found his body.

- How was he killed? - He was hit by a car.

He was found on an embankment.

- You haven't noticed anything? - No, I haven't.

I waited for him for half an hour.

If anything goes wrong, Julius will be trapped like a rat.

I wonder where he's hiding.

What does Horst say?

That we're in a bloody mess.

He wants to talk to us. Shall we go?

Good, let's go.

Julius, can you hear me?

Julius!

They left.

Julius! Can you hear me, Julius?

They leave, Julius, can you hear me?

Julius!

They have left.

Julius! Come in!

Yes.

I am here.

So, is it him?

I will now continue searching.

You keep watching.

There was only mail in a woman's name.

A single photo,

that of a dog.

Wow...

A picture of a dog.

He has turned all his past into a desert his entire past.

Why did you wait? Did you want to see him?

Yes.

And when I heard him speak German I was afraid.

He was so close to me.

George must have thought you were going to kill him.

I believe that.

We thought that you didn't want to recognize Schmidt.

After the war I have found no trace of Schmidt.

I was so sick of it that I had only one wish:

to live normally, no longer suffer.

I have spoken to George of it.

I told him how we were tortured.

The sufferings that lasted days...

His father died by Schmidt's tortures.

I have managed to forget,

but George does not want to understand it.

How about you?

I am not one to judge you.

Anyway, I heard something.

Bad news.

They have found the body of the man you killed.

Schmidt and his organization know this.

It's strange, I haven't seen anything in the newspapers.

Don't you believe me?

Of course I do. Why wouldn't I believe you?

- What are you going to decide? - Meaning right now?

Nothing.

See you tomorrow.

There are sure to be new developments.

I want Schmidt, not someone else.

Hello?

Hi, it's me, the annoying caller.

Yesterday you must have thought I was an idiot.

You had a strange voice.

Are you unhappy?

I ask for very little, just one hour of time.

Where are you?

In a telephone booth.

Is that so?

And what?

Tell me your address and I'll be right there.

Not at all.

So in a bar, or... I don't know...

A coffee shop... Campari, do you know it?

I said no.

In twenty minutes, okay?

I do not know.

Then you agree.

I repeat that I do not know.

See you soon, then.

I was sure you would come.

I gave it a lot of thought.

Can you tell me something so that I can recognize you.

Hello?

Is that all?

You are spare with words.

No.

Secret agent.

I like your green cape.

Are you sure it's me you were expecting?

Completely.

A brunette having a good time all the time,

big eyes,

big feet,

stubborn.

Was it enough to phone for you to come?

Well, maybe so, here.

You can dine alone.

At least keep the umbrella.

I won't let you go alone in the rain.

- You don't want to tell me who you are? - No, I can't.

How did you get my phone number?

By chance.

Did you cut yourself?

The alcohol is in the bathroom, above the sink.

Have you found it?

No.

Oh, the food on the stove.

How much do you weigh?

You are nosey.

And this, is it for real?

You never know.

Want some more?

Have you been cooking for a long time?

I have a great deal of experience with canned foods.

Stop looking at me like that.

Why? I like to look at you.

Hello?

Yes.

Is your name Raphael?

Yes.

Well, it's for you.

Hello?

I'll be right there.

Will you be back?

Yes, I will be back.

Maybe not tonight.

But I want to come back.

- How did you find me? - The number was on the mirror.

What's up?

I'm sure Julius has recognized him. But he wants to wait, it's a pretext.

I would think otherwise.

It doesn't matter to you?

It's more your issue than mine.

You'd think you were getting paid for this.

Of course I get paid. Didn't you know that?

What are you saying, Julius pays you?

That's enough, George.

Think what you want and leave me alone.

The police have found the body.

Schmidt's entire organization organization is on alert.

That's why Julius wants to wait.

I have been waiting for years.

In any case, he would have found another pretext.

You are unfair.

I am not an idiot.

Nils is dragging his feet on this because he has found it pays off.

Maybe, but Julius...

Julius too!

But for other reasons.

You are completely wrong.

Think of all the money he has invested.

To have a clear conscience, as happens with good works.

At first he was sincere.

Now that he has a lot of money,

doesn't want to ruin his life over a story that is already 25 years old.

What a fine actor. You have seen this.

No.

Yes.

What are you writing?

Don't read it for a few days.

But why?

Is it your phone number?

Yes.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

Will you be back?

I will try.

- No Nils? - He's on the other floor.

Go get him.

- Why are you nervous?

What is this?

Today is my birthday.

No, no thank you.

As you wish.

Very good.

I am not hungry.

You can eat anyway. I will.

Nils!

- Where did you buy this cake? - Out there, in the neighborhood.

George, set up the projector.

Can you tell me what you're doing?

I have an idea.

George, give me the notebooks, please.

We've seen that a hundred times.

One moment, please. Look carefully.

Take a good look at that package.

Do you see that?

It is a cake.

It is a birthday cake.

It is the only time Olga went to see Schmidt at his place.

Notebook says, shot on...

October 16.

Julius, do you remember Schmidt's date of birth?

October 16, 1911.

The woman gets a birthday cake on the day of Schmidt's birth.

Are you sure of the date of the shot?

I even guarantee the time. There is no longer any doubt.

I will call Fernandez right away.

Fernandez, do as we planned, tomorrow at 3PM.

You can call Schmidt right away.

Set up the appointment as a prospective client.

Very good.

It will be tomorrow.

Schmidt will arrive at the scheduled time.

You have seen that he is a punctual man.

Nils, you will receive him.

You make him start the examination of the building immediately.

For Schmidt, we are only a real estate company.

We want to tear down a building and build another in its place.

And what do I do?

You just let him do it, he is the engineering architect.

He will undoubtedly start at the top,

following the direction of demolition to the basement.

We will be waiting for you there.

I want him to know who I am before he dies.

I want him to remember my brother.

Kuntz must be kept in his taxi cab all afternoon.

Called to the airport, for example.

There it is.

I'm Hans Fromm.

- Oh, excuse me. - Good morning, sir.

Pleased to meet you. If it's alright with you, let's get started.

We would like you to get an idea of the whole picture,

to decide when work could work could begin,

and how long it would last.

Yes, I know.

One of your associates sent me the dossier.

I am up to date.

- Is the house uninhabited? - Completely uninhabited.

- Where do you want to start? - It doesn't matter.

- Let's go upstairs, if you like. - Yes.

Won't you answer it?

Oh, yes.

This way please...

If you set fire to the house, there will be nothing left for me to do.

Don't you finish smoking your cigarettes?

Nils?

Kuntz!

Kuntz! Kuntz!

You have a telephone call...

What do you think?

There is no hope that he will return home.

He must be far away by now.

Still no news from Romain?

We should have killed him right away.

Instead of waiting for him in that basement for him to get wise to us.

Another fine idea from Julius.

I left him at an appointment and have not heard from him.

I've had customers all day, and that has never happened before.

My four tires had been punctured all at the same time,

and that has never happened before either.

He has not returned. At least not yet.

Nobody answers the phone and that's not normal.

Do you have any news?

No?

Sorry.

- Horst! - Is that you?

Horst, listen.

Tell Kuntz to to come and get me right away.

Today they tried to kill me.

I have killed two of them, do you hear me?

- Where are you? - In my house.

Have you lost your mind?

I came to pick up the documentation.

If you've got it, disappear!

Can Kuntz come and pick me up?

No, meet him somewhere.

Where? I know...

Tell him to go to Mar Plana.

He knows where it is. Do not let him arrive before 4:00 PM

- You shouldn't have called! - Yes, but listen...

Horst! Horst!

Yes?

I see...

Yes, I agree.

The documents.

I hope.

Mar Plana.

He bought an apartment there to spend the vacations.

Good.

I'll wait for you.

The suitcase, quick! Just the suitcase!

Did you kill him?

No, it was Kuntz.

Only Kuntz.