All language subtitles for The Formula (1980)-DVDRIp-AC3-Xvid-THC

Dr. Esau.

This is big, major.

We intercepted a truck.
One driver and a Kraut general.

The truck is loaded
with top-secret stuff.

Chemical formations, diagrams of rockets...

...and the pictures
of that goddamn plane with no propellers.

It's wall-to-wall, major. I tell you,
I've never seen anything like it.

Was he alone in that truck
with no military escort?

- Yeah. Makes no sense, huh?
- All right.

Don't struggle with German, major.
I am fluent in four languages.

My name is Helmut Kladen,
general, 9th Corps Panzers.

Well, how about a cigarette, general?

I've always admired these lighters.
I saw this at North Africa.

Kasserine Pass.

It's yours.

Why don't you take the cigarettes too?

You're very kind.

Captain, I want you to get that
German driver in the cab of that truck...

...with one of our riflemen. We're going
to Weiden, Regimental Headquarters.

- The general will ride with me.
- Yes, sir.

- Okay, we're moving out.
- General.

Sergeant Fine,
get the other prisoner back in the truck.

Why don't we get in the jeep,
you try to keep yourself warm...

...we'll split a bottle of brandy
back at Weiden...

...and you tell me
what's in those files.

Why should I?

Because the war is over, general.

And from now on, the world
is gonna be one big happy corporation.

No more secrets, no more enemies.

- Just customers.
- All right, all right, move your asses.

Come on,
get that lead out of your ass.

You know,
the interesting thing about war...

...is the wide variety
of people one meets.

Those are my sentiments exactly.
Shall we go?

- So how many pins you spotting me?
- No spot. Even-steven.

- How much?
- You gotta take it easy.

- Barney Caine?
- Only half-a-buck a game. Yeah.

I'm Sergeant Louis Yosuta,
Tactical Squad.

Let's talk over by the car.

- What's the matter, Dad?
- I don't know, son.

Approximately two hours ago,
Tom Neeley was shot to death.

- Jesus Christ.
- The commissioner requested...

...you head up the investigation.

- He says you knew Neeley.
- Yeah, I knew him.

- Who's running the case?
- My boss, Chief of Tactical, John Nolan.

- How did you find me?
- I took the liberty to call your ex-wife.

- Do you have a car here?
- Yeah, it's a red Mustang.

It's right in the lot here.

He'll drop the car off at your apartment.

I have to go with the sergeant,
son, I'm sorry...

The officer will drive you home, huh?

No, it's okay.
I'll take the bus.

I'll try to get over there later tonight.

Sure.

Take care, Dad.

- Lieutenant Caine.
- Yeah.

Sergeant Rizzo, Homicide Metro.

- This is Sergeant Yosuna from Tactical.
- Yosuta. Louis Yosuta.

Yeah, come on, I'll show you around.

There's a Mercedes in the garage
belonged to Tom Neeley.

This Bentley belongs to Arthur Clements.
Clements' chauffeur found the body.

- What's his name?
- Herbert Glenn.

- You talk to him?
- No.

- We've been waiting for you.
- Check the cars.

Lieutenant Caine, I gotta talk to you.

You know, we're supposed to be
working this case together.

So let's get some ground rules straight
up front.

I have a name, and I'd like you to use it.
Understood?

You're absolutely right.

I should have said,
"Check the cars, Louis."

Or, "Would you be good enough
to check the cars, Sergeant Yosuta?"

But it's Sunday and I'm not with my son,
and that bothers me...

...so you'll forgive
my sudden lack of charm. Okay?

- Okay.
- Good.

Now check the fucking car.

How are you, Gabby?

- It's Sunday.
- Yeah.

Well, they really hit Tom. Seven times.
From his ankles to his throat.

He was set up good.
We found strands of black hair...

...on the pillowcase.
This voodoo doll was lying on Tom's chest.

It's stamped Port Au-Prince, Haiti.
The head comes off...

...and there's a fine white powder inside.
- Coke?

It is not talcum powder, but I think
you should run it through the lab.

- Has it been dusted?
- Everything...

...has been photographed and dusted.
- Anything else?

Yes, I've been saving the best for last.
This, over here on the newspaper.

The letters have his fingerprint.

Have Sullivan check this
against Tom's handwriting.

You see where this last letter
is very high?

Almost as if Tom was trying
to form another letter.

He may have lost control.

Maybe so.

But if I were dying, trying to name my killer,
I'd use the last name, not the first. Rizzo.

Makes sense.
Juan, he's all yours.

- I'll have something for you late tonight.
- Okay. Thanks, Gabby.

- That frame empty when you got here?
- Just the way you see it.

- Any prints on it?
- Clean as a whistle.

Found this
in Neeley's glove compartment.

American Express bill.
Hotel Kempinski, Berlin.

Dated January 18th, this year.

Club Venus, Hamburg.
Get a load of that.

It's a city map of West Berlin
with the name Obermann written at the top.

This came out of Clements' Bentley.
It's an owner's pass to Santa Anita.

Okay, wrap all this up
and see if you can find that jackass...

...what's-his-name, Rizzo.

Make sure he gets it all downtown
along with the voodoo doll.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

- Your name is Herbert Glenn?
- That's right.

- I'm told you stumbled into this mess.
- It scared the hell out of me, too.

The door was open.
I kept calling Tom's name.

I got to the bedroom...
Holy Christ, I never saw anything like it.

Where were you
supposed to take Tom today?

Over to Mr. Clements' home.

- How long you work for Arthur Clements?
- Almost five years.

I'm not just a chauffeur.
I'm also Mr. Clements' bodyguard.

Yeah? What's he afraid of?

Who knows?
Lmportant money is always edgy.

What does Mr. Clements do?

He's on the board of directors
at different companies...

He owns Thoroughbreds...

...big racing stable,
you know what I mean?

And he and Tom were good friends, huh?

- They were friends.
- Well...

What was the occasion today?

Nothing special.

- The usual Sunday social stuff.
- What do you mean by "social stuff"?

Well, Tom would come over,
and some other people.

A lot of broads.

And...

- Well, they would turn on.
- Turn on to what?

Hey, lieutenant, can I stay out of this...?

- I don't wanna be involved over here.
- I wanna know...

...what these people turned on to
at these social gatherings of Mr. Clements.

- Cocaine.
- That's nice.

Did Tom Neeley deal the coke?

Let's say it was around.

Tom scrawled the letters G-E-N-E in blood
in there.

You have any idea
what he was trying to tell us?

No.

- Was he seeing any special lady?
- Hey, enough is enough, lieutenant.

I mean, I'm not up to
any more answers now.

- I know my rights.
- Rights?

Did you say "rights"?

The court tells me that I have the right
to be with my son today.

- You see me with my son?
- No.

Please don't talk to me about rights.
Nobody has any rights, only luck.

And today, yours is as bad as mine,
only we're both better off than Tom Neeley.

Now, Tom Neeley was a friend of mine...

...so don't get cute with me.
I'm gonna ask you once.

Was he running around
with any particular girl?

Yeah, he was pretty tight
with some slope hooker.

What do you mean by "slope"?

- You know, a Chink.
- Yeah, you mean an Oriental girl.

- Yeah, that's what I mean.
- Stand up.

Now, tomorrow morning, I want you to take
my slope partner here, Sergeant Yosuta...

...over to that girl's house.
You understand me?

Whatever you say, lieutenant.

- See that Herbert gets home safely.
- Right, chief.

- Rizzo?
- Hold it.

- Leave the cigars.
- What cigars?

- The ones you took out of Neeley's bedroom.
- Hell, he can't smoke them.

I know, but he paid for them,
so leave them.

Let's go.

Oh, jeez, I got...
I gotta call her before we go out there.

Who's this?

It's Kay Neeley.

They've been divorced several years.
Good lady.

What was in this frame?

I don't remember.
It's been years since I've been here.

Shep, come here.

Barney.

Kay.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

This is my partner, Sergeant Yosuta.

- Nice meeting you.
- I'm sure.

Come this way.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Beer would be fine.

- Sergeant?
- Nothing, thank you.

- How can I help you, Barney?
- Just answer some questions.

Ask me anything you want.

- You mind if Louis takes notes?
- No. Of course not.

Did Tom know anybody named Gene?

Well...

...Tom knew a lot of girls...
- No. I mean G-E-N-E.

- No, l... I don't...
- What about Obermann?

No. I never heard Tom
mention that name.

When was the last time you saw Tom
or spoke to him?

Well...

...I should think
it was about eight months ago.

Do you know about a trip that he took...

...to Germany this past January?
- No.

No, there's only one trip
that I know about.

Sometime around the holidays,
Tom called and...

Excuse me, Kay... You said you hadrt
talked to him for about eight months.

Now you say he called around the holidays.
That's only a couple of months ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm not at my best today, Barney.

I understand.
Go ahead, please.

Tom said that he was going to Rome.

And that through Arthur Clements
some important doors were opening for him.

What doors?

He said that he had made a connection
with someone called Adam Steiffel.

You mean the big oil guy.

I don't know what Adam Steiffel does.

Anyway...

...he sent Tom to Rome.

Tom promised to call,
but he never did.

There's an empty picture frame
up at Tom's place.

A silver frame on the desk
in the living room.

Do you happen to remember
what was in the frame?

No.

You think of anything else, Louis?

No. Not a thing.

Well, thank you, Kay.
I know it hasn't been easy for you.

I appreciate it.
Look...

There's my number.
If there's anything I can do, just call.

Barney.

Have you any idea
why Tom was killed?

No.

But I think you do.

I told you what I know.

But not what you're afraid of.

Bye-bye.

Goodbye, Barney.

- Any truth this is cocaine-related?
- What about corruption in the force?

- Any signs of robbery?
- When can the people be given a suspect?

Is Caine's presence on this
tied to the police shootings?

- Was Neeley dealing?
- Was Neeley involved with Clements?

All right, now, hold it, hold it,
all of you, please.

- Are these things on?
- We're rolling.

I'll reiterate what I said before,
but this is it, boys and girls.

Now, this is all you're going to get:

A former chief, Thomas Neeley, was found
shot to death early this morning.

Lieutenant Barney Caine
has been named...

...to head up the investigation
by Commissioner Harris.

Tom Neeley served this community
for 30 years.

His body's not even cold yet,
so let's not destroy his memory in one night.

- That's all I've got to say.
- One more question, if we may.

The goddamn press.

Okay, fellas, where were we?

Like I said,
the weapon was a.22 automatic...

...but they found a voodoo doll
on top of Tommy's body.

Inside it was a half a kilo of cocaine.
He had sex shortly before he was killed.

Most likely with the woman
who left the coke on him.

The two hairs on the pillowcase
showed no solarization.

- What does that mean?
- Mendosa thinks they're from a wig.

Oh, that's a big help.

Looks to me like a classic mob-hit
on a cheating dealer.

Tom wasn't killed over cocaine.

- How do you know that?
- I don't know it, I think it.

I mean, sex before death,
the missing photograph...

...Berlin, Obermann, G-E-N-E.

- Add Kay Neeley.
- What's she got to do with it?

- She's scared to death, John.
- She said Clements...

...put Tom into some action
for Adam Steiffel.

All right, now let's get some
ground rules established, huh?

We can't put Adam Steiffel,
or any citizen of his stature...

...into an area of vulnerability
with those journalistic vultures.

It's bullshit, John. His name has surfaced.
He's already part of the case.

Now, wait just a goddamn minute, Caine.
Now, there will be no shooting from the hip.

It's a very delicate situation.

As a matter of fact, you'd better not talk
to anyone without checking with me first.

- Do we understand each other?
- We will in a minute.

I'm gonna say something because
you and I have never worked together.

All you know about me
is what you read in the file.

There's only two things that matter to me:
My son and my work.

The rest of my life is an absolute zero.
Now, apparently I've been assigned...

...to this case because the Neeleys knew
my family and Tom was very kind to me.

He was a very good cop
for a very long time.

And whatever he became,
he sure as hell paid the price for it.

Christ, Barney, I mean, protecting
the department is just part of the job.

What you're telling me is that
Steiffel has his hooks into the Department.

No, no, I never said that
and I must resent that implication.

Yes, Tom Neeley was a good friend.

It's difficult to believe that he's gone.

Tom never mentioned his source
for cocaine?

Well, as a matter of fact,
he did say something once.

- About a man named Frank Tedesco.
- Who is he?

I suppose he's some underworld character
that Tom met when he was a cop.

- But I'm just guessing.
- Well...

We're all just guessing at this point,
Mr. Clements.

Well, there's one thing you can know,
lieutenant.

Tom Neeley did not deal cocaine.

He provided it, yes, but that was
just because he wanted to be useful.

- He wanted to belong.
- Belong to what?

The power structure. The group of people
that he had protected all those years...

...he was a commander
in Beverly Hills Force.

But the cocaine was just a calling card.

Did you put Tom in touch
with Adam Steiffel?

Yes. I'm on the board of Tidal Oil,
and consequently...

...I knew that Mr. Steiffel was looking
for a man with Tom's background.

So I introduced them.

Did he ever mention anybody
named Obermann?

- Not to me.
- What about Gene, G-E-N-E?

Nope.

Can you tell me anything about a trip
that Tom made to Germany last January?

Well, all I know
is that Tom went to Europe...

...on business for Adam Steiffel.
- What kind of business?

Well, you'll have to ask Mr. Steiffel
about that.

- Do you know Kay Neeley?
- Oh, I've met her...

...actually, on various occasions.

Let's see, the last time I saw Kay
was sometime around the holidays.

Yes, it was a party at Tom's house...

...and she was there.
- That's curious.

Kay told me that Tom called
from time to time, but she hadrt seen him.

- Why would she lie about that?
- I wish I could help you, lieutenant.

Kay.

Kay.

Christ, Louis, why didn't you call me?

I got stuff to show you.
And I need a drink.

Go make yourself comfortable.

- Sounds better.
- Yeah, I got it fixed.

- Congratulations.
- What about?

You were right.

The gun that killed Kay
was a Walther.22 automatic.

The same weapon that killed Tom.

The last slug ruptured an artery
in her throat.

- What did you do, make this?
- Don't knock it. I let it sit seven days.

Grows on you.

Now, these are two photographs
from Mendosa. Copies.

The wound on Kay's right leg
was quarter-of-an-inch deep.

I've seen that crescent before,
that's a calling card.

One of those...

...Middle East terrorist groups.

How do you know that?

Sixty-eight, '69,
I was in our embassy in Beirut.

We had a naval attach�
got shot to death.

And we found that crescent on his leg.

Jesus Christ, I can't figure it out.

What the hell does Kay Neeley...

...got to do
with the Haiti-Tedesco connection?

Well, the cocaine came in a Haitian doll.

No. It's not coke.

No, the whole thing's
wrapped up in that Gene thing...

...that G-E-N-E, G-E-N-E.

You know that missing picture
in a silver frame?

That was a shot of Tom in uniform...

...about '44, '45,
same one was down at Kay's place.

I wanna see Tom's service file.

Get on the wire to that place
down in St. Louis. What do you call it?

The Bureau of Military Personnel,
or something like that.

You want me to go
down to Communications right now?

If you feel you're being overworked,
Louis, you can always go on vacation.

You know,
when I think I'm being overworked...

...you'll be the first to know.

- Thanks for the drink.
- Don't mention it.

Hey, while you're down there...

...send a cable to Interpol.

See what you can find out
about Frank Tedesco.

Right.

Okay, what do you gentlemen got for me?

You got 17 seconds to tell me
without one ounce of bullshit.

- And go.
- Oh, it looks real good, Adam.

There's no question this entire valley
is sitting on top of a shelf of oil.

Those mountains are full
of high-grade anthracite.

- Did I detect an ounce in there?
- Not an ounce.

Excuse me, Mr. Steiffel.

There's a police lieutenant
named Barney Caine down there.

He says you're expecting him.

That son of a bitch is right on time.

Mr. Caine.

How do you do, sir?
Good to see you.

I was awful sorry
we had to get you out here.

- We were running real skinny on time and...
- No problem. I appreciate your seeing me.

Well, I understand that you were
with Intelligence in the State Department.

- That's pretty fancy doings.
- No, not really.

Come on, let's take a little walk.
Do you mind if I get on this side?

- I got bum ears...
- Oh, sure.

...and my machine's on this side.

Well, I congratulate you
for getting out of there.

Oh, why is that?

Well, personally, I was never convinced
about all the intelligence going on there.

Well, maybe I just lived too long.

What...?

What the hell happened to the America
that I've known and loved?

Christ, we send rockets to photograph
the rectal passages of Jupiter...

...and the kids wind up in porno films.

We violate the laws of Newton and Christ,
and then we wonder...

...why a bunch of bandits with towels
on their heads have got us by the nuts.

Listen, I don't care
how you slice it, Mr. Caine.

They got the oil, and when they say...

...tap dance,
we're gonna tap dance.

I guess that brings us to Tom Neeley, huh?

I guess it does, huh?

- I was awfully upset about Tom's death.
- So was I.

How did you happen to meet him?

Well, it was through one of my associates,
Arthur Clements.

We required the services of somebody who
was well-schooled in police methods and...

I could see
where Tom would be the perfect...

I hate to say it.
- Bagman.

Well, just a second, Mr. Caine.

I mean, you know,
that's kind of rough, because...

...you have to understand that bribery
is a way of life in the Middle East.

I mean, they call it baksheesh over there.

But listen, business is business.

Yeah, and if you're gonna be in business,
you gotta do what you gotta do.

- When did Tom make his last drop for you?
- Well, that was...

...early January.

Tom took 500,000 francs
from Zurich to Rome.

- You never sent Tom to Germany?
- No, sir.

Did he ever mention
a man named Obermann?

No...
Tom was pretty closed-mouthed.

He was a good soldier, Mr. Caine,
and we're all gonna miss him.

Did you know Kay Neeley?

Yeah, I met her over at one of those
charity functions at the County Museum.

She was murdered yesterday.

Oh, God.

Oh, for God's sake.

Well...

Well, it just makes me sick
to hear that, l...

I don't envy you your profession,
Mr. Caine.

It must be
one long tragic view of life. I...

Well, I wish there was something else
I could do.

No, nothing else.
I'm grateful for your help, Mr. Steiffel.

Thank you, lieutenant.
I hope you can find your way back.

Is that all?

No, they'd send "end message,"
if it was final.

Come off it, Barney, will you.
For crying out loud, I need a suspect.

You wanna go flying off to Germany
chasing some mythical thing called Genesis.

Now, look, I need facts.
Not conjecture, facts. Give me some facts...

...that turn this away from a cocaine hit.
- All right.

Try: Tom Neeley set up
for a terrorist hit-team.

By a female coke-runner?
You know, they're very popular this year.

Probably because they got more places
to hide the stuff.

I'm telling you, coke has nothing to do
with this. That was an obvious plant.

This woman was no ordinary courier.
She was sent by Frank Tedesco.

- Tedesco? Who's he?
- He's kind of an international power-broker.

A middleman between the underworld
and the overworld.

- What in the hell is the overworld?
- Big oil, big banking.

International can'tels, like OPEC.
Adam Steiffel's big oil.

OPEC is created by big oil.

Listen, listen, John.
Two months ago...

...Tom Neeley made a money-drop
to a Saudi finance minister in Rome.

And I believe he went directly
from Rome to Berlin.

You believe. You see, you see.
Now, that's conjecture.

Yeah, maybe.

But Kay Neeley's passport proves
that she was in Berlin...

...the same week Tom was. She lied to me.
Tom told one of his favorite hookers here...

...that he was
"onto a colossal score in Germany."

- That's a quote.
- Oh, that's terrific.

So you wanna chase off to Germany
because of a quote by a two-bit hooker.

John...

...the last act of Tom Neeley's life...

...was to attempt to write
the code word "Genesis" in his own blood.

Now, Genesis turns out to be something
the Nazis considered very top-secret.

- And whatever it is, it's still in Germany.
- How do you know that, Barney?

Because if it werert,
the Neeleys would still be alive.

Germany. For chrissakes, Barney,
you'd be operating alone in the dark.

Without any authority.
Without even a weapon.

In the dark, maybe, but not alone.

The prefect of police in Berlin
is a friend of mine, Hans Lehman.

We worked security together
when Willy Brandt was out here in L.A.

He's a top-drawer police officer,
and he owes me one.

- I don't know, Barney.
- John, listen to me.

If I'm wrong, you're out expenses.

But if I'm right, if the Neeleys were killed
because of something in Tom's past...

Something entirely separate
from his police activities.

- Then the department is clean.
- Clean?

Okay, Barney.
Okay, you win.

Send your files to Lehman.
Tell him to get started.

You make your reports
directly through Sergeant Yosuta.

Remember, now,
you do not violate German law, understood?

- Understood.
- Yeah... Wait a minute.

You draw $ 1500
and a roundtrip ticket.

- Tourist. Now, get the hell out of here.
- Fifteen-hundred dollars?

You can't buy a glass of water
for $ 1500 in Germany.

Well, don't drink the water.
Pretend you're in Mexico.

You're a sweetheart, John.

I know how to do it.

I know how to do it.

She's fine.

Speak English.
I understand English.

The frog is half-dead.
He's half-dead from the chlorine.

The chlorine is normal.
The pH factor is 7.4.

- That's a perfect balance.
- I don't care what the pH factor is.

I don't want you to put any
chlorine in the pool. It's shit...

I've been doing this for 17 years.
I know what the hell I'm doing?

Listen, the frog is half-dead,
that's all you have to know.

- Don't put any chlorine in there.
- Look, he's all right.

Well, I hope he's got Blue Cross.

Right.

Did you hear that monkey?
As soon as they get 5 bucks an hour...

...they think they're goddamn chemists.
- Hey, Adam. Finally, some good news.

OPEC reversed themselves.
They're cutting back production 20 percent.

P.R. Says that that means
if we act within a week...

...we can get away
with a 12-cent increase at the pumps.

- Twelve cents.
- Twelve cents.

That's about what their brains are won'th.
Honest to God.

Now, Adam, don't be harsh.
They have the company's interest in mind.

After all,
our purpose is to make money, isn't it?

Well, our purpose is to avoid having people
machine-gunning each other in the gas line.

Oh, by the way, did the policeman,
Lieutenant Caine, come by to see you?

- Yeah.
- Well, what did you think of him?

He seems... I don't know.
Bright, personable.

You know,
I'm awfully disturbed about Reynolds.

I want you to go and tell him
that he's completely wrong.

People are not gonna hold still for 12 cents.
Tell him I want him to crank it up to 7...

...and hold it there and that's the last.
- Adam, we are making a mistake. P. R...

...is right. The people will accept the 12
cents because we can blame it on the Arabs.

Arthur, you are missing the point.
We are the Arabs.

Go tell him, will you?
Please.

- Yes?
- It's Nolan.

- Go ahead.
- He's on his way.

- Thank you, John.
- Anytime.

Guess that's where the hamburgers...

...and milkshakes end, huh?
- Yup.

That wall's been up now for about 20 years.
Close to a hundred people were killed...

...trying to escape from the East. More than
one of them was a close friend of mine.

I'm sorry.

- Any luck with Tom Neeley's hotel charges?
- Oh, yes.

Sorry. Here are some photocopies.

There was one local number
Neeley called eight times in three days.

It belonged to
the Berlin Light and Power Company.

What the hell
would Tom want with them?

Their chief engineer is a man
named Paul Obermann.

- That's a major break.
- Perhaps.

I went to see Obermann this morning.
I informed him of Neeley's death.

I told him you were arriving this afternoon.
And I also asked him...

...to meet us at your hotel later on.

He refused.

Did he seem surprised
when he heard about the Neeleys?

He denied all knowledge of the Neeleys.

- Let me get...
- I'll take this one.

- All right, thank you.
- I've requested a court order...

...to compel Obermanrs appearance
before a federal judge.

- How long will that take?
- Oh, about 48 hours.

- Cheerful place, Hans.
- Well, considering your modest budget...

...it's clean and reasonable
and only 90 marks a day.

- How much is that?
- About $50.

They're practically giving it away.

- Would you please fill this out?
- Of course.

Right in the middle.

- What about dinner, Hans?
- Impossible.

Two terrorists escaped
from Moabit prison yesterday.

You know,
you have been fortunate in America so far.

You haven't experienced
organized terrorism.

I'll be in touch.

- Barney, no action without my knowledge.
- Not to worry.

All right.

I almost forgot something, l...

I received a telex
from your office in Los Angeles.

It seems a man named Arthur Clements
and his chauffeur, Herbert Glenn...

...were blown up as they started their car
in a place called Bel-Air?

- My God, he was a prime suspect.
- Oh, really?

Well, not anymore.

Get some rest.

Your room is just upstairs.
Number 12.

Breakfast is coffee and rolls.

And if you wish juice,
it will have to be 4 marks extra.

- You must advise if you wish juice.
- I'll let you know.

- Is there a bellman?
- He died a week ago.

Herr Caine, that lift is out of order.

That explains what killed the bellman.

Hello.

- Mr. Caine?
- Yes.

This is Paul Obermann.

I am prepared to discuss the matter
of Tom Neeley.

What made you change your mind,
Mr. Obermann?

In Germany, one does not bring police
into matters which concern the past.

If you come alone, I will meet with you.

Be aware that I will be in a position
to detect any violation of my wishes.

You have my word.

Meet me at the Berlin Zoo.
The second-floor aquarium.

The bamboo bridge at precisely 5:50.

Keep your voice down, Mr. Caine.
We have only a few minutes.

Now ask your questions.

Did you see Tom Neeley early in January?

Yes.
We met several times.

- Was Kay Neeley with him?
- On one occasion.

We had dinner.

How did you come to know Tom?

We met many years ago in Hamburg.

Under what circumstance?

In the late spring of 1945,
I was captured by the British...

...and taken to their
Intelligence Headquarters in Hamburg.

Major Neeley was there
on a temporary assignment.

He worked with me
and a Wehrmacht general named Kladen...

...on a secret project,
code name Genesis.

What did Genesis stand for?

Synthetic fuel.

- When you say fuel, you mean gasoline?
- Yes, of course gasoline.

Oil, propane, methane, thick lubricants,
natural gas...

...even butter.

All made from coal.

The process is called hydrogenation.

How important was Genesis?

The entire war-machine
ran on synthetic fuel.

Germany had no natural crude,
but we possessed great quantities of coal.

As does your country.

The Genesis formula provided us...

...with a pure synthetic oil
producing no pollution.

Come. We must go.

They are closing.

At the end of the war, they had developed
a truly remarkable catalyst.

The catalyst lasted
for over one million tons of coal.

Then the formula for that catalyst
would still be considered secret.

Without question.

Whoever possessed the formula
would need only coal...

...and a basic chemical technology
to be self-sufficient in energy.

Then it would follow that certain interests
wouldn't exactly be thrilled...

...with the introduction of mass-produced
synthetic fuel made from coal.

Obviously not.

They would no longer enjoy huge profits
from the scarcity of natural crude.

The entire power structure in the world
would shift from the Arabs and OPEC...

...back to the United States.

After all, Mr. Caine...

...America has the largest deposits of coal
on this planet.

Forces involved are colossal.

I warned Tom, as I warn you:

Leave Genesis to the past, ja.

- Who ran the Genesis project?
- Hermann G�ring.

No, I don't mean a political head.

- Who was the chief scientist?
- Dr. Abraham Esau.

- Is he still alive?
- I have no idea.

Please, I must go now. Alone.

Well, you've been extremely helpful,
Mr. Obermann. I really appreciate it.

I hope you succeed
in your quest, Mr. Caine.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I don't speak German.

Yes, that's right.

Good night.

- I told you not to act alone.
- I'm sorry.

I thought it was a chance
that any professional cop would have taken.

I won't have you operating alone
without my knowledge.

Now, that's not a request.
That's a... That's an order.

Come on, Hans, you would have done
the same thing in my place.

I've notified Obermanrs next of kin
to meet us at his apartment.

You smoke too much.

No, there's nothing here before 1956.

It's almost as if
his whole life didn't begin until then.

Well, Obermann was captured
by the British in 1945.

Apparently, Siebold and Obermann
were Genesis scientists.

Yeah, but...

Where do we find Professor Siebold,
assuming that he's still alive?

If he was important enough,
there will be a file on him...

...at the SS Documents Center
in Zehlendorf.

Yes.

This is Mr. Barney Caine,
an American police official.

How do you do?

Mr. Caine had occasion to question
Herr Paul Obermann...

...shortly before he was killed.

- Question about what?
- The crime whose origins are American.

There's a bottle of brandy
in the kitchen cabinet over the sink.

Would you be kind enough
to pour some for me?

Naturally.

I don't understand men like you.

What in God's name can be important
enough to place a mars life in danger?

Two very dear friends of mine
were brutally murdered in Los Angeles.

Mr. Obermann
had certain important information.

I'm sorry, but I had no choice.

I would like to ask you some questions.

Your name in Obermanrs wallet
was next of kin.

I mean,
what was your relationship to him?

- He was my uncle.
- I see.

My mother was Paul Obermanrs sister.

When I was 7, my parents were killed
in a car accident near Munich.

- Paul Obermann raised me.
- When did you last see him?

Three or four weeks ago.

- On what occasion?
- No occasion.

We had lunch together.

Paul was lonely. All his friends were gone.
I was the only one he had.

What is your occupation, please?

I am a freelance model
at the Lemendorf Agency.

Miss Spangler, do you know
what your uncle did during the war?

Only that he was a chemist working on
some secret energy research.

- Was that project named Genesis?
- I don't know.

But about eight months ago
a Swiss businessman called my uncle.

He was interested in Genesis.

I remember that meeting
with that man frightened Paul.

What was his name?

Toble?

Tauber? Tauber.

Well, tell me, do you know this man
with your uncle?

Yes. I saw him very often
when I was quite young.

His name is Professor Wolf Siebold.
He was a colleague of my uncle.

- Do you know where we could find him?
- It was many years ago, I don't know.

Thank you.

I must advise you, we may require
some more questions at a later date.

You may require questions?

You bring me here at a time of sorrow
asking questions... Stupid questions.

- While my uncle is murdered
in a public place.

I have only contempt for you
and your so-called profession.

Fr�ulein Spangler.

You can claim your uncle's body tomorrow
morning and arrange for the funeral.

There will be no funeral.
There's no one left to attend a funeral.

I will have Paul cremated.

That's some woman.

I hate to see her angry.

You think you could get me
some stills of her modeling work?

I suppose so. To what purpose?

No purpose. I'm just a dirty old man
who likes to look at pretty girls.

It's an affliction
that comes with age, Barney.

- Sorry about all this, Hans.
- Oh, well, forget about it.

Yeah, the thing is, now what do we do?
I mean, supposing I do locate Siebold.

Obermann said that no one with a past
will talk in front of the police.

- How will we operate?
- Yes.

Well, all right.

You can pursue the case alone...

...if you let me know
where you are and with whom.

Fine.

- I'd like your professional word of honor.
- You have it.

By the way,
I took this off of Obermanrs body.

It's from Franz Tauber.

Well, why didn't you give me
Tauber's letter before?

Because we didn't
have an arrangement before.

You know what you are?

Du bist ein son of a bitch.

I'm a washed-up son of a bitch.

Say, how about giving me a xerox copy
of that letter?

All right, all right.

I'm running a check on
Frank Tedesco with our Intelligence.

I already checked him with Interpol.
He's an open book.

Perhaps.

But I had dinner with a young Italian girl
who works for our Intelligence...

...and she reminded me that the Italian
word for German is tedesco.

First, you have to find a way
to accompany this American, Caine.

Second, you will lead him to Siebold.

- Third, you will report everything.
- Please, Dieter...

...l'm not new with this...

...business.

Tedesco was very precise
with his instructions.

Tedesco is famous
for his precise instructions.

I can't.

I feel nothing.

There's no more music in my head.

Do you understand?

I feel so old.

University seems like
a thousand years ago.

- Be careful, Lisa.
- You too.

It was kind of you to come.

Not at all. It took courage
for Mr. Obermann to see me.

Do you think Paul's death
is related to Major Neeley?

Well, I hope to find the answer to that
in the archives at Zehlendorf.

- So far, the only link I have is Genesis.
- What is Genesis?

It's a Nazi code name
for synthetic fuel.

- What is it you want with me?
- What do you mean?

I'm no fool, Mr. Caine.

You have spent two hours with me.
You are in midst of a critical investigation.

Why?

Well, the truth is,
I wanted to pay my respects.

The truth also is, I need a favor.

I need someone who's fluent in German.
Not connected with the police.

Someone who has the right motives
who can help me.

And you would like me to go to Zehlendorf
with you and translate those documents.

That's right.

And afterwards?

Wherever the case leads.

And you believe that's a fair request?

Yeah, I think it's fair.

- You worked us over pretty good last night.
- I wasn't in control.

- I apologize for that.
- Don't apologize, I understand your anger.

- But I'd still appreciate your help.
- But I don't know how I can help you.

Well, I'm operating alone,
six thousand miles from home...

...digging into matters
that concern the Nazi past.

And I can't bring the police along.

Look, Miss Spangler...

...your uncle was shot down
in cold blood.

Now, you can help avenge his death,
if you want to. It's up to you.

Let's get a taxi.
I'm very cold.

Lisa...

...this has gotta be the same von Kladen
that Tom knew 35 years ago.

It says he was badly burned
and suffered a serious leg wound.

He was transferred from combat and
placed in charge of the Genesis documents.

Fate unknown.

Well, at least we got a line
on Professor Siebold.

But we don't know
that he is still at university.

He's still there. Otherwise, Tom
wouldn't have gone to Hamburg in January.

Perhaps I can phone him.
I'm sure he will remember me.

Let's let Lehman call him.
That way he's got a choice...

...of either talking to us or talking
to the police. Nothing on Dr. Esau, huh?

No. No file.
Only references.

He was captured by the Soviets
in May of '45, that's all.

Okay, let's get out of here.
It's like dancing through a graveyard.

- It is difficult to believe, isn't it?
- What is that?

That an entire nation went mad.

Lisa, something you said
kind of bothered me.

So? What?

You referred to Tom as Major Neeley.

Only someone familiar
with his military record would call him that.

But my uncle
always called him Major Neeley.

Yes, of course.

You really sure you want me
to accompany you to Hamburg?

Absolutely.

Professor Siebold knows you. Your presence
will make him that much more relaxed.

You know, in the queerest way,
this canal reminds me of Venice.

I was there once on holiday...

...and I spent a couple of days with a man
I have never seen before or since.

It was a beautiful time.

I think it's nice to have
some of those memories tucked away.

For me, those times are the best...

Because they have no history,
no future.

Only the moment.

Please, sit down.

You know, the only memento Paul kept
was that photograph of you and he...

...as young men,
at the Academy of Sciences.

It must be a great tragedy to you.

Paul was both father and mother to you.

He had a truly sensitive soul.

Mr. Caine, rest assured
I will give you all the help you require.

Thank you, professor.

Tell me, did an American
named Tom Neeley contact you...

...in early January of this year?
- No.

Did a Swiss businessman
named Franz Tauber...

...contact you about eight months ago?

Yes, Tauber.

He also spoke with Obermann.

He was interested in reconstituting
the Genesis team.

- I refused to see him.
- Oh, why?

I am almost 70.

I have no desire
to conquer any new worlds.

What can you tell me
about Genesis, professor?

The manufacture of oil from coal
is not new.

Real breakthrough came at a meeting...

...at the Reich Chancellery
in August 1936.

There were giants at that meeting.

It was at that meeting
that Hitler gave the I.G. Farben works...

...a grant of one billion reichmarks...

...to undertake mass-production
of synthetic fuel.

Dr. Abraham Esau was placed in charge.

I was chief liaison coordinator
for all the 15 plants.

By 1941,
we were producing great quantities...

...of synthetic oil and lubricants.

This is an award presented to me
by Albert Speer...

...commending me for producing
seven million metric tons...

...of synthetic fuel in 1944.

Mr. Obermann said that you had
perfected a remarkable catalyst...

...and that the catalyst
controlled the process.

Now, that is true.

But I did not formulate that catalyst.
I merely coordinated.

Who did?

Dr. Esau.

You wouldn't by any chance
know what became of Dr. Esau?

No.

But...

Esau did have a personal adjutant.

A man named Reimeck.

I heard something about him being
involved in one of these...

...pornographic clubs across the lake.

That wouldn't be the Club Venus
by any chance, would it?

- I have no idea.
- Yes, you do.

You sent Tom Neeley there in January.

We found a souvenir of the club
in Neeley's house.

Why did you lie to me
about seeing Neeley?

He says you're rude
and presumptuous.

He's right.

You see, professor,
I'm a little tired of being lied to and shot at.

And your phony nostalgia...

...about the good old days
doesn't impress me.

Don't play the sanctimonious American
with me, mister.

In all the years of the war,
in all the great Allied raids...

...not one important
hydrogenation plant was hit.

And why?

Because certain American oil companies
shared chemical patents...

...with the Third Reich.

The Americans were in business
with the Third Reich then.

And the same partnership exists today.

There is blood on your hands too, mister.

This is Manfried Reimeck.

He is the manager of the club
and says to forgive the delay.

Tell him that we appreciate his time
and help.

It is not necessary to translate.
I can manage some English.

What can you tell me about Dr. Esau?

Dr. Esau, I remember...

I was with Dr. Esau at
the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute in Berlin...

...the night the Soviet tanks
entered the city.

And I pleaded with Dr. Esau to save himself,
but he refused.

The city was burning.

There were wild animals in the streets.

Do you know where he is now?

Dr. Esau is terminally ill.

He's at a private sanatorium
near to St. Moritz.

A place called... Wait a moment.

The Kessenger Haus.

Sorry, but I must leave you now.
I hope I have been of some help to you.

- Indeed. Thank you.
- No, thank you.

The drinks are, of course,
on the house. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Lisa. Hey, Lisa.

Come on.

What is it?

- Oh, I'm sorry. It's a nightmare.
- Yeah.

I'll say. You...
You wanna talk about it?

No.

It's very old, very personal.

You don't know, maybe...
Maybe we share the same nightmare.

Perhaps we are...

They say all nightmares
have a certain similarity.

Well, mine's in full color.

Very elegant setting.

A restaurant outside Santiago.
I'm having lunch with a friend of mine.

A man very close to Allende.

He was...

...shot to death.

Did you know he would be killed?

Yeah, l... I knew he was gonna be killed.

I was told that he was head of a group...

...that intended to stop the flow of copper
into the United States, you know?

And that his removal
was vital to our national interests.

About three months later I found out
the whole thing was a scam.

You know what I mean?
A setup, phony.

Just to drive up the price of copper.

So I resigned from the agency...

...and I fell off the world
for a couple of years...

...and Tom Neeley resurrected me.

But, let me tell you,
my dead friend is still alive in my nights.

I think our nightmares
are not so different.

Well, after that cheerful little story,
you're all right now, huh?

- I'll see you in the morning.
- Barney.

Please stay.

Please.

- More coffee?
- What?

- Do you like some more coffee?
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

What is it? What's wrong?

One phone call from Lehman.

Esau agrees to see me. It's too pat.

- What do you mean by "pat"?
- Easy, simple.

That kind of obedience
is perfectly normal and very German.

You know, the Palace Hotel
in St. Moritz is quite elegant.

You sure you can afford it?

Lehman told them it was official business,
so it's on the house.

- Do you ski?
- Years ago, in Chile. I wound up in a cast.

I love to ski.

There's something special
about being alone, late in the day.

It's like a moment of personal truth.

Curious, isn't it,
the places that people find truth?

- Where do you find it, Barney?
- I don't know.

When I left Los Angeles,
my son put his arms around me.

I guess there's a good
deal of truth in that.

I want you to understand
about last night.

It wasn't just the nightmare.

I wanted you to stay with me
because I couldn't be alone...

...with all those images
about that nightclub.

I kept thinking of the war...

...of all that terror
ending as a pornographic joke.

And all this time...

...I thought you were just a pushover
for a pretty face.

We should sit down.

The French are building an atomic reactor
in northern Iraq...

...complete with enriched uranium.

The French will sleep with anyone
for a profit.

They are a nation of whores.

You are the niece of Paul Obermann?

Yes, Dr. Esau.

He was only an adequate man,
but a remarkable chemist.

Doctor, Mr. Reimeck told us
that you had been captured by the Russians.

The Mongolians came
into the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute.

They swarmed into my office...

...still wearing their white winter
uniforms in May.

They kept flushing my toilet
over and over.

Can you believe?
The German nation...

...defeated by men
who have never seen a toilet.

- Where did they take you?
- First to Kiev, then to Moscow.

They wanted the Genesis formula.
The one that contained the final catalyst.

I designed the pilot hydrogenation-plant...

...working with their Soviet scientists.

The process failed.

It was a purposeful failure.

After five years and millions of rubles...

...they placed me in the Lubyanka Prison.

Keeping alive in that prison
was in itself an act of vengeance.

Dr. Esau, what happened
to that final formula?

The Genesis file
was part of a shipment...

...that contained
our most vital military secrets.

Himmler planned to trade those secrets
with the Allies in return for amnesty.

The shipment was in charge
of a general named Kladen.

It was intercepted
by units of the American Army.

After that, we were lost.

We had nothing left to bargain with.

Why did the Russians
release you, doctor?

The can'tel negotiated my release
from the Soviets in 1956.

- What can'tel?
- The same can'tel...

...that has conspired
to suppress the production of synthetic fuel.

I must ask you to leave us for a moment,
Fr�ulein Spangler.

As you wish.

You will forgive me for dismissing
Fr�ulein Spangler...

...but in my position,
one learns the limitations of trust.

Our positions aren't that different, doctor.

The civilized world must record
that in the long shadows of history...

...it was I, Dr. Abraham Esau,
that kept the lights burning.

And you, Mr. Caine, are in a unique position
to ensure my immortality.

You have no connection to the can'tel
or the Kameradschaft.

You are a policeman seeking justice
for the death of your friends.

That's true.

I'm going to inscribe for you
the Genesis formula.

You have all the proper motives
to make it public.

My friends were killed for this.

Promise me
that you will make my formula public.

You have my word.

I am going to die on your word.

Hello? Hello?

Yes, sir.

Look... I was talking to Los Angeles,
I got cut off.

Can you put the call
back through for me, please?

I'm sorry, the circuit is cut.
There's a message from a Franz Tauber.

You are to meet him tomorrow at noon
where the horses race on the ice.

- Good evening, Herr Caine.
- Good night.

Son of a bitch.

Quite extraordinary,
our Swiss horses that race on the ice.

The Swiss are famous for them.

That's interesting. I always thought
the Swiss were famous for their chocolate.

That's quite true.

Do you care for one?

How nice, Mr. Tauber.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- Express?
- Express, express, ja.

He says Express Airmail will leave Zurich
tonight for New York...

...and will arrive in Los Angeles
sometime tomorrow night.

Oh, that's great. Fine.

I need 16 francs for the postage
and for the two copies.

You've got it.
How much have I got there?

This is your key.

The matching key will be in our safe.

Simply present your key when you wish
to have your documents back.

Fine. Oh, here, please.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Caine, your call
to Inspector Lehman from Berlin is ready.

You can have the call around the corner.

Could you tell me what the German words
"die Orchidee" mean?

Oh, it means "orchid."

Like the flower.

Thank you.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Do you know what?

I think I'm ge...

Getting a little bit old for this racket.

The curious thing is...

...you don't get any smarter.

You just get slower.

But...

...you're awful good.

I gotta give you that.

When I ask you...

...why you called Tom "Major Neeley"...

...you never missed a beat.

It was the truth.

It was bullshit.

But you sold me.

Then I saw...

...that photograph of you
in the black wig.

There was hairs from a black wig
on Tom's pillow.

Every model in the world wears wigs.

That's right.

You're right.

But every model in the world...

...does not use a body oil...

...with an orchid scent.

I found that same fragrance
on a towel in Neeley's bathroom.

Oh, there's a couple other little things
I forgot to tell you.

You know, you told me...

...that Siebold knew you
since you were a little girl.

I saw his eyes.

He didn't recognize you
from Mohammed Ali.

Incidentally, I just talked to Lehman
on the phone.

Dear old Uncle Paul Obermann...

...had no sister.

You must have had a hell of a time
keeping a straight face.

Such melancholy.

All that poetic ceremony
about poor Obermanrs ashes.

And then, letting me talk you into taking me
to Zehlendorf and helping me out.

And all the time
you're just following orders.

It doesn't matter
that my friends are murdered.

I don't know what you're made of.

I don't see how
you can make love to someone...

...and then two minutes later...

...take out a Walther PPK
and pump seven slugs into his body.

I did what I had to do with Neeley.
And I left.

I didn't kill him.

- Just following orders, right?
- Yes.

- Right into bed, right?
- No one ordered me to sleep with you.

Listen to me.

Try to understand.

My father was the commander
of the Ravensbr�ck concentration camp.

And this man...

...my father...

...designed and carried out
the gassing and burning...

...of 200,000 women and children.

He kept jars of gold teeth
taken from the dead.

He melted them down
and bought his way...

...into a respectable position
in the new Germany.

When I discovered
what my father had been...

...I despised him...

...and everything his generation stood for,
but mostly myself.

You werert even born.

- You couldn't be held responsible.
- But I knew, you see. I knew.

And I looked at my own world,
and saw it being run by the same monsters.

Nothing had changed.

So when I went to the university
I met some people...

...and they helped me to believe...

...violence was the only means
to a new way.

We must believe
in the universal brotherhood of man.

If not, the world will end.

One man miscalculates,
pushes a button...

...and we all end as an accident.

So l...

I did what I thought was right.

You actually believe that.

You think...

...that those people
who send you out to kill...

...are different than the people you kill.

No wonder you have nightmares.

You've been brainwashed by experts.

Sweet Jesus,
you really think that those bastards...

...believe in the brotherhood of man?
- Yes, I did. For a long time.

The same way you did in Chile.
The causes are always the same...

...only the flags are different.

Lisa...

...can you tell me why
the Neeleys were killed?

We were instructed to find out...

...if they had been in touch
with the Swiss, Tauber.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Thank you.

What do you think
they have in mind for me?

My orders were to accompany you.
Nothing more.

Whose orders?

Frank Tedesco.

I want you to set up a meeting for me
with Tedesco.

- Why should I?
- Sweetheart, we've both been used.

There's not much time left.
Maybe I can buy you a little with Lehman...

...but you gotta help me.
- There's no use, Barney.

- There's no use.
- Why not?

You can't touch him.

You have to promise me.

If I arrange a meeting,
you won't do anything than talk to him.

Because you will be in danger, not him.

I understand.

Tedesco is in Berlin.

Barney, don't cross that line.

That's East Berlin.
I can't help you there.

I'm Frank Tedesco.

I understand
you wish to speak about our friend...

...Major Neeley.

Yeah, I'd like to know
how you came to know him.

It was in the spring of 1945...

...close to the Swiss frontier.

I was then known
as General Helmut Kladen.

And it was then that the two of you took
the formula to the British in Hamburg, right?

Where we met the late Paul Obermann.

Together we decoded and translated the file
for British Intelligence.

Apparently, you Americans
were not interested in our synthetic fuel.

After the war,
Obermann went to England...

...Tom back to America...

...and I to Haiti.

But you maintained control
over the Genesis scientists.

You come to me for your kinderspiel.

Your childrers questions.

Don't you find that curious?

After all...

...you won the war we lost.

Well, don't worry about it.
We're famous for losing the wars we win.

And let me tell you something,
you son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

I know you had Tom
and Kay Neeley killed.

And if it takes me the rest of my life,
I'm gonna see that you pay for it.

I'll be coming on behind you, general.

You can sleep on it.

Why the anger, Mr. Caine?

I can assure you, the men who killed
the Neeleys have been eliminated.

So you've done your job.

Besides, you acquired the formula.

You have no cause to be upset.

Auf Wiedersehen, gentlemen.

Barney. No, Barney.

Well, I told her
you are an American police official.

- She's placing the call to your partner.
- Thank you.

Hans...

...what do you think they'll do to Lisa?

I don't know. Maybe nothing.

If she has a value at all,
they'll let her live for a while.

This is a copy of the Genesis formula.
If anything should happen to me...

...see that it gets to somebody
in the government or in the press.

- Anybody you trust.
- All right.

Mr. Caine.
Mr. Yosuta's number is out of service.

- Out of service?
- Yes.

Barney.

These are simple geometric equations
from a high school book.

Mr. Caine, it's final boarding call
for your flight.

- Miss.
- Yes?

I want you to put an emergency phone call
to Los Angeles, area code 213-555-4000.

- Ask for the watch commander.
- Okay.

Son of a bitch.

That concierge at the Swiss hotel.
He must have switched on me.

I should have checked that.

He probably grabbed Louis by now.
I sent the original to him.

- Well, how do they know that?
- Because Lisa was with me when I mailed it.

She did it for me, huh? Bullshit.
Listen, go down to the gate, will you...

...and have them hold the plane?
- Right.

Mr. Caine, they are on the line.

Thank you.
Hello? Who am I talking to?

Yeah, well, listen.
This is Lieutenant Barney Caine.

I'm talking to you
from Tegel Airfield in West Berlin.

I'm on a classified case out of Tactical.

I have reason to believe that my partner,
Sgt. Louis Yosuta, is in imminent danger.

- I have the gate. You must board your flight.
- Tell them it's a police emergency.

Inspector Lehmars
on his way down there right now.

Listen, I want you to send
a couple of black and whites...

...to 365 Baldwin in Pasadena.
Tell them to handle it Code Three.

And have a Metro car
meet me at the airport.

Flight 761, TWA out of London,
arriving 3:35 p.m. Your time. You got that?

Yeah, run a copy of Yosuta's time log
for the last 24 hours, all right?

Thanks, pal.
Thank you, miss.

Have a good flight, Mr. Caine.

- Watch your step, please.
- Welcome back.

- Here, take this, will you?
- Yeah, sure.

- Here, this way.
- Talk to me, Rizzo.

Four of our men arrived at Yosuta's house
at 4:15 a.m.

His wife was bound and gagged.
She said three men took Louis.

We got an APB out.
Nolars on it.

The commissioner's on it,
and half the Metro squad.

He logged out at 6:15 p.m.,
logged back in at 8:45 p. M...

...and then out again at 9:05 p.m.

That means he got the original copy
by special delivery...

...went straight to Tactical,
and shoved it in the safe.

Hit the screamer.
Go.

You're quite a cowboy, Caine.

Release Sergeant Yosuta,
and you get the original.

Yosuta. Yosuta. I don't...
I don't know that fellow.

I know, but let him go anyway.

Alrighty.

That's it.

Yeah.

What about copies?

There're no other copies.
I have the original.

Pawn to queen four.
How do I know that?

I have no desire to spend the rest of my life
looking over my shoulder.

And you have no reason
to hurt Louis Yosuta.

We're at an honest standoff.
Go ahead and make the call.

All right, I think I trust you, Barney.
Oh, can I call you Barney?

- Make the call.
- All right.

Have a seat.

Well, how was it over there in Germany?

I wish you had brought me back
some knackwurst. I love that stuff.

Steiffel. Release Sergeant Yosuta...

...with our apologies and our gratitude.
- Have him go to John Nolars office.

- I'll call him in...
- Wait a second. What's that?

Nolars office, I'll call.

Okay, send him to Nolars office
and he'll be called there.

In an hour.

Milk Dud?

Awful good.

I'll tell you what I would like:
Some answers.

I mean, you've had the formula since '45.
Why...? Why all the masquerade?

Well, let's see.

All right.

I think you deserve some answers.

I'll give you
the 98-cent tour.

Since World War II,
we've been concerned...

...with the continued existence
of some surviving German scientists...

...who were,
well, they played a key part...

...in the development
of the Genesis formula.

Now, our concern was a little benign
because in '46...

...we bought up the formula
and Doctor...

- Esau.
- Esau, right.

So, Genesis then seemed
tucked neatly away in the past.

Now, that was the time that this can'tel
started to buy up all the coalfields.

We now have, give or take a nickel...

...70 percent of all the coal
in the United States.

Plus all our uranium deposits.

Comes along '73.

Arabian crude goes
to 400 percent...

...so we start thinking about
the feasibility of synthetic fuels.

But when Herr Tauber
contacted Paul Obermann, then...

We had to exchange queens.

That's when you decided
to set up Tom Neeley.

You had Tedesco order Obermann
to invite Neeley to Berlin...

...ostensibly to explore the possibilities
of reconstituting the Genesis team.

But once Tom was hooked,
you had him murdered.

And that assured you
the benefit of my services.

I mean, all those wonderful clues
scattered all over Neeley's house.

They were designed...

...to lead me away from cocaine,
directly to Genesis and to Berlin.

Not bad, Caine.

Stick around.
It gets better.

You couldn't just kill off the scientists.
Somebody would have linked it to Genesis.

You needed a cover,
and I turned out to be the fall guy.

Let me ask you something, though.

How did you know
that I'd be assigned to the case?

Ten-cent phone call.

I see.

I see.

Then your only mistake
was Dr. Esau and his...

...passion for immortality.

Best laid plans.

But you and I are gonna rectify that,
aren't we?

I should have known.

I should have known you were calling
the shots when Clements was blown up.

I should've put that together
right away.

Listen, you were 7000 miles from home.
You lost a horse, a bishop and a queen.

Kindly spare me all the chess crap.

You never saw the bodies
of Tom and Kay Neeley.

You know, if you're gonna try to dispense
with us as rapacious, evil little men...

...who are desperately trying to hang on
to their Swiss bank accounts...

...then you're gonna miss
the side of the barn by at least eight yards.

Look.

The sole function of any international can'tel
is to ensure political harmony.

The first obligation of power
is to lead.

Now, that's been the Holy Grail
since the Industrial Revolution.

Now, we've brought the human race
to that grand plateau...

...where insanity
is now a graver problem than hunger.

Human beings, my friend,
are a very complex paradox.

Very, very dangerous.

They don't wanna be leaders,
they wanna be followers.

I mean, they...
They can't wait to find some nut...

...who they think is just wonderful,
to tell them what to do.

And they all wanna be
brought under control.

And some of that awesome burden
has fallen on my sagging shoulders.

I didn't ask for it.
And I don't enjoy it, but I accept it...

...because I have a strong sense of duty.

Now, there are those inevitable moments
when some people...

...have to be sacrificed...

...like your friends, the Neeleys.

I didn't like that.

But I don't make the rules around here.

I just work here.

Christ, I'd rather be up
in the Great Sierras there...

...backpacking, fishing.

But duty says otherwise.

You mean, greed says otherwise.

You'll make synthetic fuel
when you get damn good and ready.

But not until you've screwed
those poor slobs down there in the street...

...out of about $40 or $50 billion...

...for phony research
on a formula that already works.

Why don't you make your call now?

- John Nolars office.
- This is Barney Caine.

- Sergeant Yosuta's right here.
- Barney? It's me.

- Are you all right?
- I'm all right.

There's a cable here for you.
It arrived two days ago.

- Get it right over here.
- I can read it to you.

You're a couple of minutes away.
Get it here now.

- Where are you?
- Adam Steiffel's office.

- Can we conclude our business?
- It's on the way.

- I just wish I could get you to understand.
- What is there to understand?

You trade lives and human dignity
for profit.

"Money, not morality, is the principal
commerce of civilized nations."

Thomas Jefferson, 200 years ago.

That is the philosophy
that built this nation.

What do you know about this nation?
When did you ever give a second thought...

...to American citizens?
You're the reason their money's won'thless.

You're the reason old people
are eating out of garbage cans...

...and kids get killed in bullshit wars.

You're not in the oil business.
You're in the oil-shortage business.

You're an ivory-tower hoodlum.
A common street killer. I wish to Christ...

...there was some way I could nail you.

Well...

...you're gonna be nailing
the American dream, Barney.

Because it all started
in the corner gas station.

Remember, you used to take your bike
down there and get free air.

And Daddy said, "Fill them up, Fred."

And you go down to Grandma's
for Christmas dinner.

Yeah.

Then, when you got your first car...

...what did you do?
You took your girl for a ride.

There was Fred
smiling by the pump there.

He never let you down
because a gallon of gas never broke down.

Well, it was oil
that nourished the American dream.

We're the great American tit, Barney.

And without it...

...ain't no America.

- There's a cable for Lieutenant Caine.
- Thank you, Miss Rubin.

Thank you.

I think this is for you.

"The chocolates are delicious.

Best wishes...

...Franz Tauber."

You gave the formula to the Swiss.

I thought it was kind of a nice touch.

You may be in a little trouble.

Let me give you a piece
of professional advice.

Get out of the oil business, will you?
Get your police pension...

...and take your kid for a raft ride
down the Colorado, it's terrific.

Let me tell you something.

If I didn't have a son...

...who still loved me...

...l'd blow your fucking brains
all over that venetian blind back there.

Right here, right now.

But I'm not in the murder business.

And you're not won'th
one more minute of my time.

I hope you enjoy the chocolates.

Okey-doke.
Okey-doke.

- Hello.
- Hello, Franz.

- This is Franz Tauber.
- Yeah, this is Adam Steiffel.

I'm sorry to wake you up.

Oh, Adam.
What a pleasant surprise.

Look, I'm...

I'm calling you in reference to...

...this telegram that you sent
about the chocolates.

Oh, yes, the chocolates.

Yeah, I'd a... I'd appreciate it if you could
just sit on them for about 10 years.

In 10 years, I'm afraid those chocolates
will lose their flavor.

That's funny.

Well, we can sweeten it up, Franz.

Maybe... How about 25 percent
of my anthracite?

But, Adam, why do we wait 10 years?

Well, Franz, if we mine it now,
it's gonna be coal...

...but if we wait 10 years, it's gold.

Make it 30 percent,
then we are in business.

Thirty percent
sounds as right as rain to me.

Hey, you know, Adam,
I always thought you were Swiss.

Well, Franz, in business,
we're all Swiss, aren't we?

Quite so.
Well, draw the papers, Adam.

Thank you, Franz. Go back to sleep.
Auf Wiedersehen.

Goodbye, Adam.

Auf...

...Wiedersehen.

Christ.

Think they'll go after you?

No, I doubt it.
I've done my damage.

I'm not an adversary anymore.

I'm just another customer.