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ETERNAL ENIGMAS OF THE UNIVERSE

A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE SUN ON THE
OCCASION OF TODAY'S ECLIPSE

R.I.P. FRANCISZEK ADAMCZYK
RETIRED CAPTAIN & BANDMASTE

ANTICIPATED DATE OF DEATH:
OCTOBER 2, 1933

It's correct.

- You've established contact.
- Yes.

Good morning.
Your ticket, please.

- He's controlling a few people.
- At the same time?

Yes.

Miss...

Rychtel isn't writing,
only smoking a piece of glass.

Why is he controlling them?

He is... ill.

Terminally ill.

Three people are
heading towards him

from different directions.

Where are these people?

One of them

is now in the street.

- What street?
- I couldn't read the name.

Who is it?

A man,

40 to 50 years old,

wearing a hat,
light trench coat, beard...

I can see a house.

Does the house belong
to the medium

you've established contact with?

Yes.

He entered the house.

Follow him.

I can't.

The medium won't let me in.

Where's the second person?

The second person is on a train.

What station is it?

Zoppot.

Where's the third person?

The third person
is in a museum.

It's a woman.

Miss!

Miss!

Something abrupt
has happened.

Is he dead?

Either dead or unconscious.

Try to reach him.

It's impossible.

Excuse me, sir,
what city is this?

Sir!

I'm very sorry.

Miss, miss!

You've left it on the bench.

Thank you.

I don't know who he is.

Nor what he wants.

All I know is that

he is an exceptionally
powerful medium.

It stopped bleeding.

Hold on.

Thank you.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

Damned city.

If you don't like our city,
why have you come here?

Precisely. Why?

Have I been here before?

It's the first time
I see you.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I won't leave until
I've found an answer.

It's unacceptable for a teacher
to abandon her classroom.

You've got no excuse.

Hans claims this
isn't the first time.

Good morning, Inspector.

I see you've
made your choice,

Krank.

It's not a question
of convictions, Inspector.

Reason demands that I
side with the strongest.

Hurry, while you
still have the chance.

- Anything new?
- No.

Not really, except
a phone call.

- Who called?
- Miss Liever, from the museum

- on Königstrasse.
- What did she want?

A woman stole a
costume from the exhibit.

- What costume?
- A valuable dress, half a century old.

That is indeed a very
interesting matter...

- ...for the homicide division.
- There is indeed something

very interesting about
this affair, Inspector.

Because this woman had
stolen this dress several

times, and then put it
back in its place.

If you're interested in such
matters, transfer to the vice squad.

Every day you'll be
dealing with fetishists,

exhibitionists, prostitutes.

- Excellent company for your kind.
- Excuse me?

If Miss Liever needs help,
send a squad to the museum,

but don't bother
me with nonsense.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

At noon, there will be
a total eclipse, Inspector.

They say that the phenomenon
triggers acts of aggression.

- They're hungry.
- It's not my fault. It's empty.

Orwicz's store, still closed.

Nine o'clock, Inspector.

- Krank!
- Yes?

My shirt.

He drinks every day.

And besides, is late to work.

- Is that all?
- No, Gauleiter.

I suspect that Inspector Selin
is mixed up in a scandal.

- In what?
- I don't know what exactly, yet.

I just know he hasn't been
spending nights at home.

- Where, then?
- On the beach, in a wicker chair.

He was seen there even today.

He comes to work unshaven,
changes his shirt,

breeds goldfish,
buys fish food

in Alexander Orwicz's
pet shop.

He's also a citizen
of Polish origin...

That's enough, Krank!

I need hard facts
to get rid of him,

and not a load of rubbish.

- Incredible
- Is anything the matter, Krank?

No, now I can
understand Orwicz.

In his place, I wouldn't
let anyone in here, either.

- Out of jealousy.
- Nah...

He's not so much jealous
as afraid.

He believes that their
destinies are bound together.

- Orwicz's and the turtles'?
- Yes...

One of them. He claims
he's going to die

the same day one
of the turtles drops.

Thank you.

- It should do for the quarter.
- Inspector...

No one's picking up
at the shopkeeper's house.

- Perhaps he went out?
- Mr. Orwicz would have let us know.

He'll be back, I'm sure
he'll be back.

- He's terminally ill.
- What's wrong?

- Diabetes.
- Diabetes?

Yes, it's hereditary.
After his father.

- Is it serious?
- Deadly serious.

- I'm very worried about him.
- I didn't know diabetes could kill you.

- Is that what Orwicz senior died of?
- He didn't make it that far.

- He was murdered.
- Murdered?

Krank, you've got
such a face,

as if murder, too,
were hereditary.

The turtles are in great shape.

- I don't even know where Orwicz lives.
- Sopot. Lindenstrasse, 11.

Stay here.

Krank, watch out!

Enough!

Inspector Selin speaking.

Please send an ambulance right
away to Lindenstrasse, 11.

Yes, I'm waiting.

Name.

My name is Netz, Jerzy Netz.

I'm a bank clerk

I'm married, two children

I was born on January 18, 189...

...6

- Where do you live?
- In Berlin.

Sonnenstrasse, 17.

- Where are you staying?
- At the Grand Hotel.

Check it out.

It's not your lucky day, Mr. Netz.

And all because of my

goldfish.

I don't understand.

Inspector, I really didn't
do anything wrong.

So why were you running away?

How did you get in here?

Just like you.

The front door was open.

- You had an appointment with Orwicz?
- No, no...

Why did you come to see him?

I don't know.

I don't know him at all,
Inspector.

- You're aware of the consequences?
- No.

The doctor's asking for you.
To have a word.

He arrived yesterday,
at 4 PM.

He left the hotel
around 11 PM.

Came back this morning,
went out again.

It's not his first visit.

Strange case, inspector.
No injuries.

- Will he regain consciousness?
- I don't know. It might be the heart,

or a stroke, something sudden.

- He had diabetes.
- Diabetes...

I haven't thought about it.

I'm taking him
to the hospital.

Go with them.

But these are all
my own things,

look, there's nothing here.
I didn't steal anything.

- You slept in this bed?
- Yes, I slept in this bed.

Why not at the hotel?

I don't know.

What else do you remember?

Afterwards, I woke up...

and I was sitting over there.

- I was sitting over there.
- Sit down.

- Sit down?
- Yes, please.

- You write poetry?
- No, not at all.

"I feel rapture and pain
when I see you"

"and it seems I am filled with love,"

"and it seems I am full of loathing.
I could curse you,

and surrender my soul."

- It's your handwriting...
- Yes, but...

What happened next?

Next, what?

I heard the doorbell.

Right, right. I heard
the doorbell and...

I left the room.

I went downstairs, right,

This way...

And I went through this door.

Through this door,
into this room.

Yes, it was in this room.

He was sitting on the sofa.

Could you show me
how he was sitting.

Show you?

- Yes, please.
- Show...

So, well, I don't know...

He was sitting
something like this.

That's how...

Are you sure that is
how he was seated?

Yes.

Yes, I am sure...

- Please continue.
- Well, then...

I came over to
this display case...

and from this drawer...

I took out a phial,
here it is...

and a syringe

I filled the syringe

Like this. I drew the content
into the syringe.

And I went over
to the other one...

and gave him a shot.

What other one?

The one seated in the chair.

- There was someone else here?
- Yes...

It was happening all
at the same time, Inspector.

They both had an attack.

- Who was it?
- I don't know.

Please show me
how he was seated.

Well, he was seated.

Like this.

He was seated like this.

- Would you recognize him?
- No, probably not.

He had a hat pulled
over his eyes,

I saw a beard...

light trench coat...

I gave him a shot

in his right hand.

- What medication is this?
- I don't know.

And then?

Then he got up.

He got up and...

And started towards
the exit, but walked

very strange, as if
he were blind.

He knocked over this chair.

And left.
I picked up the chair,

put it back in its place...

Then?

Then I started to be
terribly afraid.

What I am doing here?

Before me was seated a man
whom I didn't know,

moreover unconscious.

In my hand, I was
holding a syringe.

But I don't even know
how to give a shot.

I put the syringe back.

Replaced it in the drawer.

I even wanted to
call the ambulance,

but I thought that
I would get involved.

I decided not to.

I ran away.

- Where?
- To the hotel.

- So why did you come back?
- Because of the suitcase.

I realized at the hotel
that I'd left my suitcase behind.

Inspector, I must leave this place.
Immediately. Please let me go.

You won't be going anywhere.

Then please arrest me.

And put me behind iron bars,
so nothing could break me out.

You understand?

I've no reason to arrest you.

You'll go back to the hotel.

Please stay in your room.

You take interest
in this subject?

Yes, a little bit.

I've got something for you.

A rare volume.

"Key to Arcane Knowledge"

These prophecies
are unverifiable.

The people concerned
are already dead.

I also have a book of horoscopes
for people presently alive.

It foretells the future.

Dates of death aren't listed.

That can't be published.

But the author of the book,
Wagner, knows them.

He keeps them
in sealed envelopes.

In his office.

He lives in this building
on the third floor.

With his sister.

Where were you born?

In Warsaw.

Please give me your
exact date of birth.

November 17, 1902.

- Time?
- Six... in the morning

Six o'clock?

Yes...

- Does it matter?
- Every minute may change things.

If you want to obtain
precise results, you need to

clock in the moment of birth.

I advise it to all parents.

Parapsychology
is like mathematics.

Some think that
a parapsychologist should have

a cat,

a crystal ball,

some Egyptian divinity,
a stuffed crocodile, and...

the walls painted black.

While everything is
contained within the brain.

In the brain resides the
secret of whether one

will become a great
mathematician,

politician, or a composer.

Those letters everywhere.

If he wanted to reply
to every single one,

he'd go through
his whole pension.

After all, one must have
something to live on.

- Will you take sugar or preserves?
- Preserves, if I may.

Good choice.

I made them myself.

Most letters come
from madmen.

Or those who ask
for a horoscope.

You must have come
for the same reason.

Yes, as a matter of fact.

I've never let him
do my horoscope.

- And I would advise you against it.
- But why?

Anticipated date of death

Today.

Be careful.

He may be one of the
people controlled by the medium.

It's excellent.

If you drink the whole cup,
I'll make you some more.

Why have you come to Gdansk?

I don't know.

I can't remember
leaving the house.

I can't remember
boarding the train.

I regained my consciousness
only here, at the train station.

Is this the first time
this has happened to you?

No, I had taken off
several times before.

But I can't remember anything
from my previous journeys.

Have you ever talked
to anyone about it?

I've seen a doctor.

He claims I suffer from
blackouts.

These aren't blackouts.

You are in a trance.

You are being controlled
by someone who

has hold of your will.
You are entirely in his power.

- No, that's impossible.
- He can make you do anything.

If your brain receives the
order: "Kill him",

you will kill me.

I can't stand it.

It would be horrible.

If they used him,

he'd become a terrible
weapon in their hands.

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

I don't know who it is.

All I know is that

he's an exceptionally
powerful medium.

Medium?

Yes, he lives in the city.

Am I in any danger?

Mortal danger.

You must leave
Gdansk immediately.

Before the eclipse.

Catch a train, and
leave the city right away.

You must get out of here.
It's your only chance.

The last stage of diabetes,
Inspector: coma.

You really intend to
investigate this matter?

I would just like to know
the cause of this disease.

Diabetes is caused by
insulin deficiency in the organism.

It's a hormone excreted
by pancreas.

To stave off the disaster,
we administer it orally

or by injection.

At regular intervals.

This means that
if the patient

doesn't get his dose
of insulin on time...

This is the result.

Nurse! Excuse me.

- You look beautiful.
- Doctor!

This could be a way
of killing him.

Diabetics have a choice:

either to remain in the hospital
for the rest of their lives,

or attend treatment sessions

at appointed hours.

Orwicz,

like most patients, belonged
to the second category.

And...?

He didn't show up last night.

You haven't tried
to find out why?

Orwicz is not the only one.
We've got hundreds similar cases.

He was aware of
the consequences.

Besides, he started
treatment too late.

Diabetes had already
damaged his kidneys.

Complications from TB,

atherosclerosis.

Incurable.

- Did he know that?
- Yes.

I had informed him.

Could this be suicide?

That's what I'd like
to talk to you about.

- This way.
- I'll be there in a second.

- I'll be in my office
- Thank you.

Check out all information
concerning Orwicz.

Everything available.
Do you understand?

In the archives, you'll find
his father's files. Check them out.

- Along with photos.
- Understood.

Be careful.

- Does this mean, Inspector...
- It doesn't mean anything. Be careful.

- All files concerning this case are lost.
- How is that possible?

- Possible, possible.
- Have you checked everywhere?

If you don't trust me,
see for yourself.

Gone.

There was the war.

Some documents
were lost in the fire.

Others were simply misplaced.

Is this your first case?

The first.

Orwicz.

Where did I...?

A woman was the reason
behind the whole tragedy.

Her name was Zofia.

If I'm not mistaken.

You know, I used to
have an exceptional

memory for names.

Unfortunately, at present...

But...

Where could I have read
about it, what do you think?

I don't know.

Please try to remember,
it's very important to me.

Very.

Unfortunately, I can't
recall.

It's not your lucky day.

Goodbye.

Just a minute!

I seem to recall something.

The murderer's name
was Victor.

- Victor?
- Victor Arlt.

Why are you playing
cat and mouse with me?

Nothing of the sort.
Please, sit down.

Arlt went mad.

What triggered it?

Ah! And how can a woman

drive a man mad?

Mr. Krauze, can you imagine
how many madmen we'd

have if every man were
driven mad like that.

There is love, and
then there is betrayal.

To some, betrayal
doesn't mean much.

- But to others...
- I pity them.

Mr. Krank...

This is at times the cause
of great tragedies.

If you don't believe me,

- you can go and read about it.
- But where?

Over there.
Just above your head.

Go ahead and find

Gazeta Gdanska,

year 1897.

October.

Remember, Krank,

newspapers are a treasure
trove of knowledge

for future generations.

And they have the advantage

of being printed in
a great number of copies.

It will never be possible
to destroy every last one.

Found it!

MURDER WEAPON: AXE

CRUEL MURDER IN HOUSE
OF STEFAN ORWICZ

I'm sorry.

The braggart stood
facing the corner,

and sung her own praise:

"I am clever beyond belief"...

Stefan Orwicz built it

in 1891 for his wife.

Total confusion of styles:

Italian Renaissance exterior,
and Gdansk interiors.

- Who was he?
- A banker.

An affluent banker.

He traveled extensively.

Orwicz's only son,
Aleksander, was born precisely

on March 27, 1893.

Zofia Orwicz was 22
when their son was born.

- And Stefan Orwicz?
- 46.

When the boy was 2,
Stefan Orwicz fell ill.

He was diagnosed
with diabetes.

The patient's state
was considered critical.

At the beginning of 1897,
he went blind.

- Repeat.
- He couldn't see.

Dr. Malicki moved
in with the Orwiczes.

He lived in this room.

Dr. Malicki watched over
Stefan Orwicz

at Zofia's request.

And in his spare time,
became her lover.

Correct.

Stefan Orwicz
continued to live,

so they decided
to get rid of him.

Simple.

No, Inspector.

It gets more complicated.

Because, you see,
they were all...

...murdered.

Yes.

Mr. and Mrs. Orwicz, and
Malicki were murdered by

Victor Arlt.

Stefan Orwicz's assistant
and personal secretary.

Yes.

He murdered them
out of jealousy.

Yes.

Fiery woman...

the husband, two lovers...

No, one.

Arlt was madly in love
with her.

But it was Platonic love.

They always say that.

- To make things look better.
- But it's true.

Inspector, she was
a very beautiful woman.

Whereas Arlt had a deformity.

- What?
- He was a hunchback.

Do you have his photograph?

No, but I transcribed a poem.

Because he wrote
her poetry, Inspector.

Here you go.

I feel rapture and pain
when I see you

and it seems
I am filled with love...

For there is love
and there is betrayal.

To some, betrayal doesn't
mean much. To others...

Inspector,

At times, this is the cause
of real tragedies.

Listen...

Where did they die?

In Mrs. Orwicz's bedroom.

And Stefan Orwicz...?

Stefan Orwicz
died in this chair.

How did he die?

They all died the same way.

From axe blows.

- Axe?
- Yes. On the head.

Arlt was in frenzy.
He went mad.

When did it happen?

October 3, 1897.

Dr. Malicki's watch

stopped

at 1:09 pm.

That means...

that in an hour it'll
be the 36th anniversary.

What happened to Arlt?

He committed suicide.

But I see that you are
familiar with the story.

I'm looking for the
Orwicz family grave.

The main alley.

With a white statue
of a woman.

ZOFIA EMILIA ORWICZ née Hoffman
aged 27 died 3.10.1897

STEFAN JERZY ORWICZ
aged 51 died 3.10.1897

Open up. Police!

He went mad.

I'm not mad!

- Can I help you?
- Leave me alone.

- Can I help you?
- No.

No one can help me.

Sir, Inspector Selin
has sent me.

We need your passport.

Please give it to me, or I'll
have to force my way in.

Inspector...

Did you get it?

Netz barricaded himself
in his room,

tied himself to a chair.

He must have gone mad.

No, he's not crazy.

He's afraid.

What's he afraid of?

Sit down.

Here. Have a drink.

To your health, Krank.

You drink, Krank,
like a bird.

When were you born?

In 1909, Inspector.

Let's say you wanted
to be in 1913.

What for?

To be once more
four years old.

- What would you need?
- Memory, Inspector.

OK, true, Krank.

But let's assume that you
have limitless possibilities.

Time is not a
filing cabinet, Inspector.

How do you know it's not?

I had never been
in Orwicz's house.

But I know the
house by heart.

Krank, perhaps we
are traveling through time.

Perhaps time is a form
of space.

If there were someone...

Drink, drink...

It's October, 1913.

The time is... twelve...

twenty seven.

You're walking
along the pier.

With your mother, father,
your sister, your brother...

What do you need to
go back there?

People who accompanied
me then.

Yes. Very good, Krank.

The same people as back then.

What else?

Well, the place.

Good, good, Krank.

- Now, do you understand?
- No.

Krank, you are blind, obedient,
and lack imagination.

You'll make a good cop.

- Why don't you understand?
- Because these people are gone.

My father and brother are dead,
my mother is an old woman,

and my sister got married,
and has her own kids.

And besides, she grew
fat and got ugly.

- Krank, those people can be replaced.
- How?

With their doubles.

Zofia Orwicz.

Doctor Malicki.

Arlt, Victor.

The hunchback.

Inspector, these really
are doubles.

He had been looking
for them. Since the day

he learned he was
terminally ill.

He brought Arlt's double
from Berlin,

and Malicki's, we don't
know yet where from.

Zofia Orwicz's double
probably lives in Sopot.

And Stefan Orwicz's double?

Also lives in Sopot.

What does he look like?

I don't know. I don't
have his photo, yet.

Do you really suppose that

that everything is
going to repeat?

That the crime will
be committed again?

- That's precisely it.
- But why, what for?

So that Aleksander Orwicz

could once again become
a four-year-old boy.

Tell me, where was he
during the murder?

In the playroom.

Nobody could explain why
Arlt had not killed him.

The playroom.

I once heard about
the eye of the hurricane.

All around, the storm is raging,
killing everything,

but whoever finds himself
in the eye of the storm

is completely safe.

They say that those who
once were in the eye

of the storm, dream
of returning there.

Inspector, that means

that Aleksander Orwicz uncovered
the secret of immortality.

The secret of immor...

That's absurd.

Absurd, Inspector.

This is a case for Wagner,
and not for the homicide division.

Say that name again.

Wagner. Occultist
and parapsychologist.

Member of the London Lodge
of the Theosophical Society.

Of world renown.

This is the best piece of
information I ever got from you.

- Wagner...
- He's a charlatan.

His name is Orwicz.

Aleksander Orwicz.

He lives in Sopot.

On Lindenstrasse, 11.

He's the owner of a pet shop.

Diabetic.

This morning,
he lost consciousness.

At this moment, he's in a hospital,
in Dr. Mincel's ward.

First floor, room no. 2.

Do you believe history
may repeat itself?

Does it matter to you
if I believe or not?

The worst thing is that
I can't help you.

Nothing can stop this?

Yes, but it would be
necessary to kill Orwicz

or one of the people
he controls.

Let's be realistic.
If you do it,

you'll be declared
clinically insane,

and locked up in an
asylum for the rest of your life.

Or yet, what's more likely,

tried for murder.

A nice prospect
for a police inspector.

I could try.

Orwicz won't let
you kill him.

There was a moment
when it was possible,

but then we had no
idea who he was.

These pictures are
the best evidence

that he made a mistake.

He hadn't foreseen
he'd be in a coma.

- He's still in a coma.
- Now it's too late.

His brain is functioning
normally.

How do you know?

I advise against trying.

He is an exceptionally
powerful medium.

Medium.

Another medium.

What did you say?

We must find another medium

who will neutralize
Orwicz with his power.

OK, but where to
find such a medium?

I don't know anyone as
powerful as Orwicz.

A duel of mediums.

- It's our last chance.
- And even if I did know...

I'd never allow such a duel.

Why not?

Orwicz will destroy
the brain of anyone

who should attempt
to oppose him.

He's fighting for his life.

So am I.

You must help me.

My God!

Greta!

Deputy Krank.

She came here again.

- Who?
- That woman.

She took the dress.

Grand Hotel?

Room 420.

This is a once in
a lifetime chance.

No change.

Strange.

Faster, I beg you.

Damn it!

I must make it...

I saw the ball of wool
roll under the bed.

Don't be afraid.

Everyone is watching
the eclipse.

Nobody is going to come in.

What about him?

He's in a coma.

Son of Satan! These are
the times of Satan!

Beautiful.

I have bad news.

The doctor is leaving.

You're lying.

He's packing.

Why should I care?

- Where's Alex?
- In his room. Sleeping.

Anyway, Malicki's a coward.

He has courage to
see you only at night,

when everyone else
is sleeping.

You've told my husband about
it, you snitch.

No.

If I had, your husband
would be dead.

I feel rapture and pain

when I see you,

and it seems I am filled with love,

and it seems I am full of loathing:

I could curse you,

and surrender my soul.

Plunged in the silvery
blue of your eyes,

I could cast my life
at your feet,

and yet a mad desire
swells in my chest

to slay you with
a single glance.

For I would rather
see you wed to death

than intertwined
in another's arms.

Beautiful.

- Did you write it for me?
- Yes.

God, you're burning up.

He's having an attack.

Don't go.

You mustn’t get up.

Please sit down.

I'll call the doctor.

Hurry...

Is there anyone?

I dreamt...

that I could see

and walk.

Perhaps some other
doctor knows a

miracle cure for diabetes,
but I don't.

I'm leaving.

Don't.

You won't leave.

He fired me.

I love you, you coward.

Get dressed.

I won't!

You're afraid?

Those in love
have nothing to hide!

The hunchback will rat on us.

That's good.

If he rats on us

he won't survive it.

God! Help!

Marvelous.

You're wonderful.

The eye of the hurricane.

Where's the boy?

Where is the boy?

He was murdered just
like Stefan Orwicz.

Selin was his double.

Dr. Mincel's expert opinion.

Diabetes.

Dr. Mincel had examined
Selin two hours before his death.

He was in good health.

- Dr. Mincel might have been wrong.
- This did happen.

This really did happen.

Aleksander Orwicz
disappeared from the hospital.

Now he's four years old.

Here's a proof
that he is alive.

Take this away.

Gauleiter,

this is not just
a matter of immortality.

With the help of this boy,
we'll be able to

control people remotely,

kill without leaving a trace.

He's a weapon
of limitless possibilities!

I know how to catch him.

This would be a wonderful
gift for our Führer.

He's been sitting
with the turtles for 6 hours.

He must have gone crazy.

Take me there.

It's long past midnight.

And the turtles
are still swimming.

It's the best proof
that Orwicz is alive.

That's enough, Krank.

- Go home.
- No.

I can't leave this place.
Can't.

I am certain
he is going to come.

Their destinies
are bound together.

I got him.

Take him away.

Let me go! He's going to
come! I told you!

He's a total weapon!
Let me go!

That is little Orwicz!

Let me go!

These are limitless
possibilities!

Orwicz!