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(Car engine revving, shifting)

Radio announcer: This evening from Hamburg:

In Franconia.

The noted surgeon Rudolph Schwarz
has completed all laboratory tests...

With his anti-lymphocytic serum.

The serum is to prevent organ
rejection after transplant operations.

Professor Schwarz declares he's ready to use the serum
on the first transplant case brought to him. Berlin.

(Ominous music)

(Labored breathing)

(Woman screams)

(Labored breathing, gurgling)

(Thunder cracks)

(Scalpel clanks)

(Foreboding music)

(Loud gurgling)

(Car tires screech and crash)

(Screaming)

The poor man.

Lucky no one was with him.

He's got a chance.

Gimme a hand with this stretcher, will ya?

Now be careful how you move him.

Easy, easy.

- Now let's get him to Dr. Schwarz quickly.
- Right.

Alright pick him up.

Careful.

Let's go.

(Siren wails)

- Evening, Inspector.
- What is it?

Woman found murdered.

(Whistles)

(Crickets chirp)

(Siren wails)

What have you brought in?

An accident case.

The patient's ready, Dr. Schwarz.

- There at eight o'clock tomorrow?
- Right, professor.

Karl, I'll be alright. Don't worry.

I don't need anything.

I must just wait.

I saw Professor Schwarz on my way in.

You know he has a new serum he's developed.

And if he could use it on you...

Everything would be alright.

You hear that?

Oh, Karl. That would be wonderful.

- And everything will be alright?
- Yes.

But what about your work?

- Doesn't the editor need you down at the paper, huh?
- (Karl chuckles)

No problem.

We never finish.

I'm now chief reporter.

Crime news desk.

Dr. Schwarz: Well, let's have a look at our beautiful
patient.

- Oh, hello, Dr. Schwarz.
- Hello.

Hello, Doctor.

How are you feeling, hmm?

Quite well, professor. Very well.

I don't feel ill, not sick at all.

Why that's first-rate.

Well, I've got some news for you.

We found a donor.

Professor, when?

When can you do it?

Now.

We have to.

My assistants are here to prepare you.

In no time at all, you'll be able to say...

You've never been sick.

It's wonderful!

Yes, it is.

There, Mr. Schein.

I wanted to tell you, the donor
was just killed in a car accident.

The wife has given me
permission to take the heart.

All the preoperative
tests are nearly finished.

I see.

My sister is in your
hands, Professor. The best.

My poor hands can do a lot.

But they can't perform miracles.

Are you telling me there's a chance...

She might not survive the operation?

Chances for your sister to live
without the transplant are very few.

I don't doubt but what
she'll be quite able...

To survive the surgery.

But... That's not the problem.

The problem comes... After.

You mean probable rejection of the heart.

Yes, we have to operate on
two people genetically different.

It's not the same as with
members of the same family.

But, perhaps...

We might avoid this danger.
We do have a chance.

With this new serum
you've recently discovered?

Yes.

My discovery...

Has proven we can modify...

The morphological
picture and avoid rejection.

I've had excellent results on animals
in all my laboratory experiments.

And now I will be able to prove it for the
first time on a human being, Mr. Schein.

Your sister. Just sign this authorization.

I need your permission.

Professor, you have your authorization.

- You're performing a duty to mankind.
- Hmm.

Here it is. The Schwarz Serum.
(Creepy music)

It's the only bottle of anti-lymphocytic
serum existing in the whole world.

(Suspicious music)

(Foreboding music)

It may be a little too late for the liver.

But I've got to try.

If I increase the
concentration in the BPS...

Now, the gonad...

(Creepy music)

Dr Schwarz: Apart from Fritz, no
one has access to this room but myself.

The serum was stolen.

Years, work of a lifetime. Gone.

And my sister's dead.

We did all we could.

With the usual treatment.

And without the operation she
would have died. I know that.

But I can't help...

Thinking the serum could have
kept the heart from being rejected.

At least if we'd had it, it might
have slowed down the process.

Professor Schwarz...

I've got to find out who stole it.

If that's what you want.

I can authorize you to go
about it any way you feel.

You have my permission to question
anybody in the hospital. Is that alright?

Yes, Professor.

And I'll find who did it. You can be sure.

Good luck.

You want something, sir?

I'm working on the Schwarz Serum case.

The night it was stolen, who was on duty?

- I don't know.
- Where can I find out?

- In the personnel office.
- Thank you.

Doctor, who's in charge
of records on this floor?

I really don't know. Why don't
you ask the nurse in there?

I'm sorry. It's not visiting hours.

I want some information.

Dr. Schwarz has authorized
me to make an inquiry.

I am Fritz, his special nurse.

Yes. Yes, I know.

I would like to ask about
something that involves the Professor.

- The serum, I mean.
- Oh, yes.

Poor, Professor Schwarz. His whole life's
been the serum. Now it's been stolen.

We informed the police about it yesterday.

Well, is there anything you can tell me?

In what way can I help you?

Alright then. Fritz, could you tell me...

Who could be wanting to steal a
serum that's only for making transplants?

Nobody ought to have been.

It had never yet been tested on human
beings. I already told the police that.

There was one thing peculiar, I thought.

Oh?

There was this smell, an odor.

A smell?

I didn't tell this to the police,
but maybe it could be useful.

Yet, on the other hand it could be nothing.

Let me be the judge of that.

I'm trying to help the professor
and find out who stole it.

For the future of transplant operations.

What was the peculiar smell?

Aldehydo-formic acid. HCHO.

HCHO... Formalin?

Yes, formalin.

Hmm. What's peculiar about
the smell of formaldehyde?

Normally nothing. But I smelled it
around the professor's refrigerator.

And there is no reason for the
odor of formaldehyde to be in there.

I'm sure of that.

And so?

Formaldehyde is a substance used to
preserve specimens and dead bodies.

It's a smell that you always
find around anatomy laboratories.

And... Morgues too.

What do you mean?

I don't mean anything.

Except there is no reason for that odor
to be in Professor Schwarz's private study.

It's just not usual.

I see. Thank you, Fritz. Here's my card.

You can reach me through
the office at any time.

If you think of something else.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

(Eerie music)

Woman: Bitte schon.

Oh, good evening, sir. What can I give you?

Some good stew meat?

(Labored breathing)

Oh, some liver. I'll get it for you.

(Freezer door opens)

(Creepy music)

Oh! What! What are you
doing?! Take your hands off of me!

Go away!

(Woman screaming)

(Woman gasping, screaming)

Oh! Ow!

(Labored breathing)

(Growling)

And what's written here?

- Have you read what's written here?
- Mm-hmm.

- It's all perfectly correct, huh?
- I think so.

My name is Inspector Arnold Schneider!

Not Inspector Ornold Schneider!
My name is written with an A!

Not an O, an A! Do you understand?

What idiot typed this report?

- The idiot's me.
- That was a rhetorical question.

A rhetorical question
never requires an answer!

Heh. Don't you even know that?
Here take this and proof-read it.

Hmm, I've got an even temper.

And even when things go wrong
like this, Straus. I keep calm.

And now for you two...

Anything new in the murdered women?

- Here's the coroner's report on the...
- Just give me the essence of the thing.

The juice! You know.

Well, the first had been
strangled. The weapon, a steel wire.

The body had been opened with
a lancet and the liver taken out.

Though he used a lancet,
the killer's not a doctor.

His cuts are like an amateur's.

What about the lancet?

Uh, normal lancet, Chief.

We are trying to find the manufacturers.

Well, try to find them quick, will you?

Uh, yes, sir.

I've got to quiet my nerves.

I've got the light for you, Chief.

There's no smoking.

Not in this office.

No one. Do you hear?

Not until we've solved these murders.

Orders!

Orders!

Now...

One: I want to know who the manufacturer
was of that lancet and who it was sold to.

Two: I want the hematological examination
of the blood spots on the lancet...

And the blood spots on the ground.

So we can find out if they came
from one in the same person.

Four! I mean three.

I want to get to get more information on that shopping bag
found in the vicinity of the woman cut up by that lancet.

Four: The complete
life story of the victims.

And five...

I want to know what was said in interrogation
by the first woman to discover...

The cut-up corpse and
no one's told me, dammit!

Think of my ulcers!

(Stammering)

(Throbbing computer noise)

On tape: Continual lowering
of blood glucose level.

Figures well below 35/100th percent.

Thirty minutes after removal of liver.

Pancreatic status but no change in...

Hematocrit diminishing rapidly.

(Tape fast-forwards)

On tape: Check on right gonad
transplant. Perfect integration of graft.

Sexual potency increased.

Left gonad, incipient rejection.

Liver, incipient rejection.

On tape: (Labored breathing)
Stop, Mosaic. Listen.

If you don't behave...

I shall destroy you the
same as I've made you.

You've got to stop killing.

I am the one that'll get
you the organs you need.

What do you know about such things?

You must obey me, Mosaic.

I made you. I'll perfect you.

I've stolen Dr. Schwarz's serum for you.

And if it works, you'll
need no more transplants.

So be patient, you hear?

(Heartbeat throbs)

Doctor Frankenstein:
Today the 30th of March.

I observe the almost total
absorption of the transplanted liver.

I interrupt the flow of the
portal and the inferior cava.

Venous pressure in the portal will
shortly go over 60 millimeters H2O.

Drainage functioning well.

Hydro-cortisone...

And glucose infusion.

Adequate to need.

Electrocardiogram valid.

Encephalogram waves present.

I begin the transplant.

Anastomosis of supra-hepatic veins to cava.

Sutured with a traumatic...

...Dissection of scrotum.

I begin the testicle transplant.

Ligaments sutured.

And now I shall perform an action...

That will be a milestone
in medical history.

The first experiment with Professor
Rudolph Schwarz's antilymphocytic serum.

For the prevention of transplant
rejects in human beings.

(Doorbell buzzes)
(Foreboding music)

(Doorbell buzzes insistently)

(Doorbell buzzes)

(Jazz music)

(Dog barking)

(Dog barks louder)

(Doorbell rings)

Good evening.

I- I'd like to talk to Dr. Frankenstein.

My uncle's not in now. If you'd like to
leave a message, I'll see that he gets it.

I'm sorry to disturb you, miss, but...

I'm a reporter. My name is Karl Schein.

If you'll tell me when I'll
find him in, I'll come back.

He'll be here tomorrow at ten.

- Then I'll be sure to come back tomorrow morning.
- Fine.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Evening.
- Evening.

(Dog barks)

(Jazz music)

(Engine starts)

Hello. What are you doing all alone?

Hey!

Son of a bitch.

(Music picks up)

Woman off camera: (Laughing)
How much time you want?

(Woman hums)
(Eerie music)

(Gasps)

- (Gurgling)
- What the!

What's the matter with you? Are
you made up for Halloween? Uck!

Leave me alone, you bum!

(Labored breathing)

Go away!

Hi, handsome. Hey...

Why don't you come with me?

I'll be good to you, baby.

You're not feeling very talkative, are you?

My place is over there. Come!

You're a big boy.

(Woman laughs)

You may have a limp when you walk, but...

I bet you don't have one in bed.

Go on in.

(Dog barks)

You like it?

(Woman sings softly)

Make yourself at home.

Take off your hat.
(Foreboding music)

What's wrong? Why don't you get undressed?

But, don't you have any money, huh?

Ohh!

Well, I should say you do!

What's your name?

Huh?

(Labored breathing)

Don't bother, honey. Save your strength.

Why don't you get undressed now?

You can go in there if you're shy.

Go on.

(Sighs)

(Creepy music)

(Woman gasps)

(Woman screams)

(Screaming)

Things are a little slow around
here tonight. Business is not so hot.

How are things going with you?

Nah.

Hello, miss. You haven't seen a man
in a big hat and leather coat, have you?

Tall, with a limp, hm?

Yeah, I saw that creep. He went
off with a friend of mine down there.

- That way?
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.
(Eerie music) (Woman hums)

Say, by the way, have
you seen my boyfriend?

Hear he's been roaming
around with another chick.

(Woman breathes heavily)

(Monster grunts)
(Woman cries out)

(Woman screams)

(Grunting)

(Woman screams)

(Banging on door)

(Strangling sounds)

(Banging on door)

(Loud bang)
Dr. Frankenstein: Mosaic, stop! Do you hear me?!

Mosaic.

I knew where I'd find you.

When I saw you'd taken my
money, I knew you wanted a woman.

You must stop this killing.

(Mosaic growls)

We've gotta get out of here.

Hurry up, now.

(Creepy music)
(Dog barking)

The car's over there. Move.

(Sniffing)

(Phone rings)

Schneider.

Yeah!

What?

But two sets of fingerprints
on one hand? It's impossible!

Ugh.

(Knock at door)

Come in!

Chief, we've got the lineup going on.

But that blond hooker still can't identify
that man she was running away from.

And just to make things better,
there was a distinguished gentleman...

Who was also looking for
this brute that night, Inspector.

What a load of crap. Pardon.

You're right. It's exactly that.

You want to hear what Fingerprints just said about
the lancet that was used for that first murder?

The fingerprints you found
on that pretty little lancet...

- Correspond exactly to the fingerprints that were found in the whore's
place.
- Great, Chief!

Well, that's a step forward!
We are getting there!

No! It's a step backward!

The fingerprints on that
bloody lancet are two kinds!

- Two on the very same hand!
- But...

Oh, Chief, no.

The murder of the shopping bag woman...

Was executed with a lancet that
had two sets of fingerprints on it.

I mean the fingerprints of two different
people belonging to one in the same hand!

One prostitute refuses to go with an
ugly bastard who goes off with another.

And then, in this gal's room, the
identical fingerprints turn up once more!

And now we hear that there was a distinguished gentleman out
there looking for that same ugly son of a bitch to confuse things.

Spared for the ulcer...
(Knock at door)

Come in!

Another Horrible Murder in Town

I see that the murder of this prostitute...

Is getting a big play in the papers.

I only wish a reporter
could be more useful.

(Sighs)

The police are still in complete darkness.

People are asking what's happening.

A wild killer, a maniac perhaps.

At this very moment...
(Knock at door)

Telegram for you.

Thanks.

Sit down now...

Now listen to me carefully.

There are many scattered
pieces concerning this puzzle.

And if we're going to try to understand it.

This mosaic...

We've got to put them
together piece by piece.

Hmm?

Now listen to me.

A...

A special anti-lymphocytic
serum has been stolen.

I feel sure it all begins from here.

B...

Formaldehyde is smelled
where the serum was stolen.

C...

A woman is strangled with steel thread.

D, a surgeon's knife, a lancet, is
used by someone who is not a surgeon.

E, fingerprints A and B on the lancet.

Two completely different
sets of fingerprints.

Two murderers, one of
them inserts the lancet...

One of them cuts. That's not probable.

F...

A whore raped and strangled in her house.

G...

Here we also find fingerprints A and B.

(Upbeat jazz)

Oh!

(Door slams)

Mmm.

There's a reporter out here to
see you. His name is Schein.

Send him away quick!

Maybe you should see
him. He says it's important.

I don't want to see any
reporters. Send him away!

You better not try to avoid me, Inspector. I
think I can help you with all those crimes.

Oh, you can, can you?

In what way?

First, I wanna talk about that serum.

I think the murders are
connected to the theft.

- Evening, Straus.
- Hi.

How's the boss?

Talking over new ideas with someone.

- You mean the boss has some ideas?
- No new ones lately.

But he if doesn't get this
solved, nobody's gonna smoke.

We just go on with the lineup then.

- I guess so. Better get back.
- Check.

Uh, come in.

This is Straus, my top man.

Now, why don't you ask him the
question that you just put to me?

I want to know if you smelled
formaldehyde in the prostitute's bedroom.

Formaldehyde? Come to think of it, I
do remember smelling formaldehyde.

(Clears throat) Well, I
recognized the smell right away.

I may be wrong, but this might
be the most important clue.

I'm glad you came, Schein.

- It's good for my complexion.
- Why, yes, of course.

(Airplane noise)

(Soft music)

Oh, hello there.

Is your uncle in?

He's not. But I'm expecting him soon.

- Would you like to come inside and wait?
- Well, thanks.

- Won't you have a seat?
- Hmm.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

It's necessary I talk to your uncle.

To tell you the truth, he's
not actually my uncle, you see.

He's my guardian and he brought me up.

But he brought me into this world.

He's been like a father
since my parents died.

He must be very kind.

Might I give you any information you need?

No, I'm afraid not. I'm
after technical information.

I'm studying medicine,
in case you'd like to know.

I'm not an MD yet.

But I'm preparing all my finals.

Uh, that's beautiful but...

It's transplants I'm interested in.

Are you doing an article on them?

I want to find out why some
organs are rejected after a transplant.

If you're writing on Dr. Barnard, my uncle has
lots of books in his library on the subject.

You can use them if you wish.

That's strange.

I should think that the
work of an anatomist...

Would have nothing to do with transplants.

It's not so strange.

My uncle Otto was once a surgeon.

But there was an accident, you see.

Forgive me, miss, uh.

What accident?

Sonia's what everyone else calls me.

Alright, Sonia. So, tell me, what accident?

Oh, a politician's wife he
was operating on who...

Died.

That ruined his career. Now he's
pathological anatomist at the hospital.

Works only on cadavers.

With no risk. Yet he's so changed.

He's not the way he was.

Tell me about transplants, Doctor.

They're nothing. They
began with Dr. Barnard's work.

But today they're commonplace
throughout the world.

The most important facet of
this operation is the danger-

Of the possible rejection.

Which could be solved by the new serum.

But why talk of sad things like that?

Medicine's full of cheerful
subjects, not just organ transplanting.

Just to give you an example,
I'm studying to be a pediatrician.

You are?

Oh, yes. I like children Very much.

And do you like reporters?

If they're not nosy.

I'm not too nosy.

I will drink to that.

To the future children of the world.

(Birds chirping)

- Thanks, Sonia.
- It's nothing.

The police have discovered
that lancet that the murderer used.

You mean on that woman that
we read about in the papers?

Yes.

They've also discovered
it was sold to this hospital.

And they want to know
to whom it was assigned.

Do you know?

To you.

I've personally checked the inventory.

- (Creepy music)
- Have you told the police about it?

No.

I wanted to tell you first.

I've many of them.

Maybe someone stole one.

Dr. Frankenstein, the question
is to find out who stole it.

It may Very well be the
same one who stole my serum.

(Crashing sound)

What's that?

I don't know what that is.

It came from here.

(More crashing)
Could come from anywhere.

What's behind this bookcase?

I have a private lab.

Hmm?

- A private lab?
- Mm-hmm.

I want to see it.

Right you are.

(Gasping sound)

(Gasping, gurgling)

(Pained gasping)

(Choking)

Mosaic! Mosaic!

Boy...

I'll give you something to stop your pain.

(Grunting)

Get on the bed.

Good boy.

(Creepy music)

Today I perform the eye transplants.

Donor, Professor Rudolph Schwarz.

Slight disparity in size
between the donated organs...

And the recipient's orbital cavities.

(Knock at door)

(Knock at door)

Come in.

Excuse me, Dr. Frankenstein.

What do you want?

Have you seen Professor Schwarz?

Why look here?

Because he said he was coming
to speak to you about something.

Maybe he changed his mind.

Excuse me if I disturbed you.

You didn't.

(Foreboding music)

In a few days we'll take the bandages off.

Do you hear me?

(Grunts)

There's a little job to
do for me and for you.

Fritz, that male nurse in surgery,
has become a bit suspicious.

And so, when I tell you to...

Go over to his ward and
get him. You hear me?

Hmm?

(Creepy music)

(Muffled cries)

Richter, a male nurse is not a pack of
cigarettes. He's bound to be in there somewhere.

- Right.
- So find him!

- And listen-
- What's happened, Inspector, huh?

Oh, it's you.

Always in the spot.

Uh, it's that nurse of
Schwarz who's disappeared.

- You mean Fritz?
- Yeah. You know him?

I spoke to him once.

He was the one who gave me
the clue on the formaldehyde.

How did he disappear?

A big, ugly brute dragged him
away, according to a patient.

A patient?

And he wasn't dreaming. We found a piece
of gauze that had been soaked with ether.

It's clear that he was knocked out with it.

And dragged away.

And, what's more, Professor
Schwarz hasn't come back.

Dammit. I wanted to talk to him.

Come with me, Inspector.

Where to?

Over to the house of Dr. Frankenstein,
the hospital pathologist.

- I'll explain it to you later.
- OK. Lead the way.

(Rings doorbell)

- Good evening, miss.
- Hello, Sonia.

- Forgive the late hour. Is your uncle in?
- We've got to speak to him urgently.

I'm Captain Schneider, police investigator.

- He's not here. Would you like to wait inside?
- Mm-hmm, yes. If you don't mind.

Not at all, Inspector.

(Creepy music)

The blood transfusion's going perfectly.

It will be...

Continued until complete...

Substitution of the blood.

The crisis has passed.

Oh, Uncle Otto, there's some
gentlemen here to see you.

Good evening.

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

I'm Schneider, head of police
investigation, and this is a reporter.

It's a strange thing.

You know Schwarz's male nurse, don't you?

Well, he's disappeared.

And Professor Schwarz
hasn't shown up either.

They disappeared? Both?

I've been so busy working,
I didn't hear about it.

Eh, tell me, Dr. Frankenstein...

Do you recall the last time
you saw either one of them?

I've seen neither one nor the other. I've
been working late in my office, even tonight.

- And forgive me.
- Why don't you go sit down.

I'll fix a drink for you.

We have to be on our way.
Thank you very much, miss.

Don't worry.

- Goodnight, Inspector.
- Goodnight, miss.

Goodnight, Karl.

- He said he'd been working late in his office every single night.
- I'm afraid that's not true.

I was over there tonight.

Hmm? What for?

I was making an unofficial investigation.

What were you looking for?

I, uh...

I was simply following up an idea of mine.

But you didn't find anything?

No, nothing.

And he wasn't in the anatomy
stiff room either. I looked.

Will you please tell me
what you're driving at?

I don't know.

I'm not sure yet.

I'll call you later.

On tape: The finger transplants
have had no negative reactions.

Even though the fingers came
from two entirely different subjects.

Incredible.

To think he used his knowledge
of medicine to create a monster.

Incredible.

He's made a man.

From other people.

On tape: You must obey me, Mosaic.

I made you, I'll perfect you.

I've stolen Dr. Schwarz's serum for you.

And if it works, you'll
need no more transplants.

Here are the proofs you wanted.

Thank you.

Now, sit down there.

Oh, no. No more horror stories for me.

Rudolph Schwarz, famous
surgeon, is missing...

Has a strawberry birthmark on his chest.

A strawberry birthmark...

On his chest...

On his chest!

(Creepy music)

On his chest.

Get me Inspector Schneider.

Inspector, it's me, Karl.

I've got some new information.

I practically have a complete
confession on my desk here.

It's almost unbelievable, I tell you.

Yes, yes. I'll be over at once.

Well, well...

- That's the smell.
- The one around Schwarz's refrigerator.

(Jazz music)

Chief! There must be a secret door here!

Hold these.

Get in.

Well, I'll be damned.

Search every nook and cranny!

(Glass breaks)

Uncle Otto!
(Creepy music)

(Gasps)

Oh, it's horrible!

(Grunting)

Mosaic.

Don't touch her! No, no.

Sonia, go in there and lock the door.

Mosaic!

Come away from that door!

(Gasping, grunting)

(Grunting, screaming)

(Screaming)

Let go! Let go!

Get your hands off of me and listen.

Mosaic.

You've now attacked me
and I shall have to destroy you.

(Grunts)

(Grunting)

Inspector!

Sonia!

Come on!

(Grunting)
(Creepy music)

I won't even have to kill you!

Your brain is already disintegrating.

Mosaic!

What are you doing? No!

Stop!

Stop, Mosaic!

Listen!

You need me!

I made you, you hear? I made you!

You can't kill me!

(Frankenstein screams)

You're sure the monster's
at Frankenstein's house?

Yes!

Karl!

Sonia!

Sonia!

Karl! Uncle O-

Come on! Come on!

Chief, you'd better look in there.

(Strings swell)

We're too late.

On tape: The finger transplants
have had no negative reactions.

Even though the fingers came
from two entirely different subjects.

So that's the reason why the
murderer had two sets of fingerprints.

On tape: Today we're beginning to see signs
of the rejection of the internal organs.

Gonad, rejected after thirty days.

Eyes, retina detaching.

A total substitution of
blood will be necessary.

We have still other tapes.

We don't have to listen to them.

Now what's important
is capturing that monster.

Or maybe, a man.

Because he's not a monster.

He's a poor human creature
who's made up of pieces.

Through a technique we'll
never be able to discover.

The real monster's that Dr. Frankenstein.

Oh, sorry.

But from what we've
gathered from the tapes...

We have the answer.

There are 36 to 48 hours before...

The monster, as you call him.

Will die of rejection of the brain.

We better swear out
a warrant for his arrest.

Who's arrest?

How can anyone swear out an arrest warrant
against someone who doesn't even have a name?

All we can do is to keep every man on
his toes until the bloody creature dies.

(Sighs)

And 48 hours without a smoke.

And he'll go on killing.

Whenever he feels he's
cornered. Like a trapped animal.

The poor thing can't help killing.

And nobody'll know
where he might attack them.

It shows us how science
can be fully irresponsible.

The worst monster in history.

I hope we meet.

(Sexy music)

(Cheers, whistling)

(Crowd applauds)

Announcer: Now, ladies and gentlemen, we
continue our program with a great western hit.

Tucson Sam, starring Wild Bill Brown.

(Italian western music plays)

(Horse neighs)

(Gunshots ricochet)

(Gasps)
(Creepy music)

(Screaming, choking)

(Horse whinnies)

(Italian western music plays)

(Heavy breathing)

(Car engine starts)

(Slow creepy music)

Schneider speaking.

Ya hear me, Straus?

This is Straus here, boss.

We're patrolling the edges of
sectors 6, 7 and 8 like you said.

Nothing new's cooking.

Alright. Schneider calling headquarters.

Headquarters: Receiving
you. Come in, Chief

Anything new?

Headquarters: Yes, Chief

A stripper's been found murdered
over at the Wonder Garden.

OK. I'll go right over.

(Dog barks)

(Dog barks)

(Loud crash)

(Dog barks)

(Dog barks in distance)

(Sighs)

(Playful music)

(Creaking sound)

(Punch)

(Man yelps)
(Creepy music)

(Grunting)

(Man screams)

(Screaming)

(Dog barks)

(Engine revs)

(Soft whistling)

(Knocking)

Hmm.

(Creepy music)

(Screams)

(Engines rev)

(Foreboding music)

(Siren wails)

Schneider here.

- Headquarters: Yes, Chief
- Get moving with that racetrack murder.

I want the latest on the
idents of those fingerprints.

Headquarters: Right, Chief

Straus, go to sector 6.

Sonia.

It's Karl.

Have you read the papers?

I'm concerned. You shouldn't be alone.

No, I'm rather busy.

I can't get away now. Take
a taxi and meet me here.

Yes, of course. We'll eat out.

Bye, darling. Bye.

The hunt for the monster is still going on.

The murder of the exotic dancer...

Of the vagabond found in the car dump...

And the murder that we have
learned that just happened...

In the toilet at today's
International Gran Prix...

Are the work of the same monster.

Police...

Request all citizens to be very careful.

And to report anything suspicious.

Karl, what'll we do now?
(Sad music)

Just have to wait. Nothing else to do.

I'm in constant touch with Schneider.

He says, just wait. And be patient.

Oh, Karl.

I wish all this were over.

(Crickets chirp)

(Lady moans)
(Creepy music)

Oh, Danny.

(Labored breathing)

Over radio: Headquarters, come in, Chief

Have you got any new leads
on the night club investigation?

Over radio: Nothing, Chief The
men are there. What do they do now?

Stay there.

Over radio: The Chief says no
one's going home, so pleasant dreams.

(Creepy music)

(Screams)

(Screaming)

Help!

(Jazz music)
(Wailing siren)

A couple have been attacked
by a monster in Park Woods.

Copy. Send an ambulance
and go over to Park Woods.

Chief and I are both going there.

(Crickets chirp)

- Hey, Willy. We gotta comb these woods inch by inch.
- Yes, sir.

- He can't have gotten very far.
- Yes, sir.

And, Metzger, get moving!

What do you know, here comes Hemingway.

Karl.

Hey, Karl!

There's no reason for you to
be here. We'll take care of things.

Hey, Straus!

Karl.

There's not much to worry about, you know?

The monster's time is getting short.

Yes, you're right. The 48 hours
for the brain reject are almost up.

So, where are you going?

I'm going back to the
house. Sonia's waiting for me.

I don't want her to have to worry.

Right, Schein.

Sonia!

Karl!

Oh, thank God!

(Siren wails)

(Sighing)

- How bout a drink for the both of us?
- Alright.

(Sonia screams)

Run for it, Sonia!
(Creepy music)

(Growling)

Oh, Karl!

Karl!

(Growling)

(Growling)

Karl!

Inspector Schneider. Straus
of car number 7 calling.

Over radio: Schneider here. Come in.

I'm going over to
Feldafing Strasse number 9.

A suspicious looking
character was seen there.

Over radio: What's his description?

It was reported that he wore
a big hat and a long coat.

I don't know, but it
could be our man there.

Nine? Why that's the house of Karl Schein.

Get over there on the
double! I'll meet you there.

Tell 12 and 4 to get their
cars there as fast as they can.

I'll inform headquarters.

(Siren wails)

(Tires screech)

Schneider to headquarters.

Get all the men over to Feldafing
Strasse and block all traffic there.

Get a move on, Helmud.

(Grunting and choking)

(Screaming)

Oh!

(Choking)

(Grunting in pain)

(Siren wailing)

(Painful groaning)

(Foreboding music)

(Wailing siren)

(Painful grunting)

(Wailing siren)

(Labored breathing)

(Gurgling)
(Siren in distance)

(Sirens wailing)

Karl! Thank God!

The people across the street called
us! We got here as quick as we could!

It's all over, Inspector.

You'd make a great cop, Karl.

- (Jazz music)
- I've got the light for you, Chief.