Do you play with yourself?
What, you?
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Go ahead, keep stalking me.
I scared you.
You startled me. How did you find me?
I didn't. I waited for you to come home.
- Are you some nut, following me around? - I don't know.
Do I have to be nuts to follow you?
I'm serious.
I'm a policeman.
I was in my hotel room, and I was proud
and content.
Because I achieved something that no one thought me capable of.
I was in high spirits.
I wanted to share that.
Nobody was around.
And I kept thinking about you.
Come on, fuck me, cop.
Come on. Do me.
I'm gonna do you.
Fuck me.
What are you thinking? What is going through your head now?
Nasty slut!
- I'll fuck you till you burst! - I'll fuck you till you burst!
- You nasty slut!
Stick it in my ass.
What happened to your hand?
Nothing.
The suit's a bit much.
It was on sale.
Is it over now?
Is the case solved?
Yes. Yes.
I'm so proud of you.
- I'll take care of the harvest right away. - There's something else to tend to.
That's Harro.
Or what's left of him.
Go upstairs.
You should try checking the tracks.
- It wouldn't be the first dog to attack a train. - He was on a leash.
Someone cut him loose.
I said I had nothing to do with it. He was hit by the train.
I found him like that. I just wanted to help.
Remember what I told you about evil? About the evil things people do?
It starts out as something small.
Exactly. Maybe just a lie.
You might feel bad about it.
But you get used to it. Why not steal, if you've lied?
Why not burgle if you've stolen? Why not kill if you've burgled?
Why not murder, rape and pillage? Why not kidnap 14 innocent kids,
torture them, inflict suffering on them and their families...
I wanted to help! Don't you believe me?
Yes, my son.
I believe you.
It's so harmless at first.
How long was the drive?
Four and a half hours.
Is there more? From the kitchen. Fresh?
It's about the underwear.
- Yes. - The test results.
It's Gabriel Engel's sperm.
That's sure. He also jerked off in Lucia's underwear.
- And? - The problem is,
he wasn't the only one.
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means that Lucia's underwear
has sperm from someone else as well.
But she was only 12!
- Exactly. - The way it looks,
Engel could've gotten the object in question after the crime.
- How can that be? - Coincidence.
Or a fan sent him the box.
Lucia never really fit his victim profile anyway.
- Maybe he had a partner? - It's possible,
but not likely.
Engel is the typical loner.
It was someone from here.
- There's no need to get hysterical. - Nonsense. Nonsense!
Who could it have been?
Who?
Show me who's capable.
Look them in the face, your neighbors, relatives, friends,
and show me who could kill a child!
I'll vouch for every person here, even for you!
If one of us is the murderer, he'll burn in hell.
Since this happened, doubt hangs over us like a thundercloud.
How much better could we sleep, if we'd prove
that it wasn't anybody from here.
This doubt is like a beast that gnaws its way into our guts.
For you, maybe.
But not for me.
This meeting is over.
Anyone who wants to prove his innocence
can come by.
Anyone.
Hey, farmer!
What does the village council say?
I'm not sure if they'll come.
They'll come. The innocent always do.
Let them talk to their wives first.
- And whoever doesn't, is our man? - He's at least a suspect.
How long will you play this game?
You're here for a long time.
By not cooperating you're just making it hard on yourself.
If you're waiting for your boyfriend...
I know you have a thing for that village cop.
If I were gay, I might like him, too.
But don't get your hopes up, you won't be seeing him again.
What do you two earn?
You don't really think I'll answer that.
And what about you?
Oh, I forgot, it's not very German to talk about money.
Why did you decide to talk at all?
Who says I'm talking?
I can hear you.
You might hear the words I'm saying, but you don't understand them.
- I'm doing okay. - You don't understand them,
because they're not meant for you.
Not?
Then?
For him? Are you talking to him?
Maybe. But probably not.
I doubt such a loyal warden is interested
in a deal with a pervert like me.
You're damn right. I have three kids.
And do you fuck them?
You sick pig!
What kind of deal?
That was it?
Was that it?
You have more to say. You do! You want to show me...
You want to show me what a genius you are.
- Is he here for the test? - Sure.
You've mobilized the entire town.
With him, we have all of Herzbach's male inhabitants. Except for one.
- Sucharzewski. - That figures.
And you, of course.
Let's do it, then.
Hey, that was a joke. You're not a suspect.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
- Speak, my son. - I was vain.
I neglected my family to pursue my own gains. I had impure thoughts.
Perverse thoughts. I cheated on my wife.
In spirit or in the flesh?
- In the flesh. - With whom?
A city woman. And there's a man, an open ally of Satan.
I was indecent with my wife. I'm infected with evil.
Evil cannot enter a heart that's open to Christ.
What about the dark, primeval desires, from when man was still a beast?
Man was never a beast.
He was created in God's likeness.
- Then God must have a dark side. - That is blasphemous.
Such are the thoughts in my head.
They echo over and over, blurring the line between good and evil.
- Everything is dissolving... - Were those all your sins,
- my son? - Yes.
...full of grace...
Ego te absolvo.
Your sins are forgiven.
- And my penance? - The Lord be with you...
- Say 10 Our Fathers. - That's it?
- This is justice? - The Lord be with you.
- Is that it? - And five Hail Marys.
Blessed art thou among women!
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Pray for us poor sinners!
Help me!
Hello, farmer! Hello.
- Yes, always working. - Hello, Seiler.
- We got the test results. - So soon?
We suddenly have highest lab priority.
Thanks to you.
What's the result?
There's evidence of centuries of incest in your village.
But back to the case. All negative.
No match with the perpetrator's sperm.
I'm running out of suspects.
Sucharzewski.
- It doesn't mean it was him. - He didn't take the test.
I'll put him under surveillance, okay?
I'm not talking to you.
Unless you've found my dog.
What is it?
- Are you going to shoot me? - Why didn't you take the test?
- I didn't feel like it. - You're the only one who didn't.
- Everyone else is negative. - So what?
I told you it's no one from here.
I should've known.
When you shot Schimanski. You're a sadist, a real cruel asshole!
And you're an idiot.
- You're going to take the test. - I am not.
You've taken this far enough, boy.
You'd do better to get out of my sight.
Do you think anyone here gives a shit about you?
Without me, you wouldn't even have a wife! But what have you made of your chances?
You're a disgrace as a farmer,
a husband and a father.
Now you slander decent people.
Nobody would've taken your test if it weren't for those city cops.
You're a joke! A clown is what you are!
You've been waiting for this, haven't you?
This is your chance.
Go ahead, Mr. Love-Your-Neighbor,
Mr. Kind Policeman.
Go ahead, shoot me.
You perfect Catholic, always sitting in the front row. Right?
You want to pull the trigger.
Come on, I shot your dog. An eye for an eye.
You!
You slit her open and jerked off on her! You sick pig!
No, he didn't.
He can't.
He's impotent.
It's biological.
I can show you the results.
For how long?
Thirteen years.
I'm sorry.
It's for you.
Martens?
- I hope you're doing well. - No.
My investigation has hit a dead-end.
Pack your things and wait outside.
- I'm coming by helicopter to pick you up. - What happened?
Gabriel Engel took poison.
Will he die?
In 48 hours.
Here are files concerning the main cases that are tied to Engel.
- We need confirmation of the crimes. - What if he admits to all of them?
We've included some false leads, cases that have been solved already.
- May I ask which ones? - No.
- He's too crafty. - What does he want from me?
We don't know. Does it matter?
Heard about my time problem?
Yes.
- You wanted to see me? - No, you wanted to know something.
- You're mistaken. - Stop, wait!
I did want to see you. I had to kill myself to get my way.
You succeeded. Here I am.
Are they listening?
Yes.
No, they're not.
How did you manage that?
You know I have something that you don't want to share.
No clue what you want from me, but if you don't get to the point, I'm through.
But you do have a clue. A dark clue.
They gave me this binder, full of murder cases.
- Do you intend to comment on them? - No.
That's what I thought.
You're a smart fellow. So?
Are you still so intent on being an upright citizen?
A good man out of the good treasure of the heart
bringeth forth good things.
And an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things
- from an evil heart. - Well said.
My evil treasure. I have an evil treasure
that I'd like to bringeth forth to you.
He's got to keep him talking.
The poison might weaken his self-control, and he might confess.
- Did you have an accomplice? - The whole world is my accomplice.
- God is my accomplice! - Did God make you do it?
Who do you think I am, Francis fucking Assisi?
But if God created the world, he created me, too. Right?
- And I'm at the end of the food chain. - You'll burn in hell.
Like Emperor Constantine, who murdered his son, his wife,
his brother-in-law and his nephew? Yet you revere him as a saint.
How did evil come into the world? God created it himself.
Why did he put the apple in Paradise? Why?
He knew how it would end. He knows everything. I'll tell you,
- God is mocking us. - You killed innocent children! You!
- Who says they were innocent? - All children are innocent.
Really?
The sons of Judas are Ger, Onan and Shelah. Ger was evil in the Lord's eyes.
So he killed him.
I was never innocent.
And the kids who would jump me, tear out my hair,
force me to take their dick in my mouth, they weren't innocent.
- Don't tell me about your childhood! - How do you measure a bad childhood?
Is there a Richter scale for one's fate?
Nobody is tested beyond his ability! Nobody!
Your test is still coming, Michael.
I...
I will test you.
- I won't allow that. - Too late.
Evil is a virus. It's highly contagious, and you're already infected.
- I'm just going to go. - You can't. Time is running out.
For what?
For your test?
What about the necklace?
What necklace?
You know which one I mean. The one with the crucifix.
Why didn't anyone ask me about it?
- What? Where are you going? - Far away from that cell.
- You can't do that! - This is futile.
What necklace, Michael?
- You're staying. You have a job to do. - Yeah? Like what?
Like finding out where he got the poison.
How's that possible, in a high-security ward?
You won't believe it. Christan got an A in math.
Yeah?
Michael? What's wrong with you?
I was just worried.
About the kids?
Yes.
Talk to me.
No, I...
I really can't.
God damn it!
I hope you went to bed.
I guess not.
- Where is he? - He collapsed.
He's in the hospital ward.
I didn't think you'd come back.
From Lord of the Flies.
Psychobabble.
- Can I speak to him? - I don't know.
I've made no progress on the poison.
Farmer, you remember that red and grey book.
The jerk-off wrote in it every day. I got it for him.
Yeah.
It's gone, without a trace.
Smuggling in a few drops of poison is one thing,
but how can a big red book disappear?
Did you ever count the squares?
Why?
There are 15.
- I was in your cell. - Really?
Who's the extra square for?
For nobody.
It's a joke, meant to confuse you.
You're lying.
Look at me.
I'm on my deathbed.
And you've got to believe a dying person, don't you?
Did you murder Lucia Flieder?
No.
But now I'll tell you who did.
You're ready!
Fine.
But it doesn't mean I'll believe you.
That doesn't matter.
Last year, on my tour of blood,
I decided to avoid the big venues and play the small, trendy clubs.
The cities had gotten too risky for me. Three days earlier,
a mob lynched a death-metal fan who they thought was the Crucifix Killer.
I arrived in your village.
What a narrow-minded Catholic dump!
I decided to take a local boy. But I would've attracted attention,
so I kept driving.
Then I saw you.
You were like the kid who always plays the cop in cops and robbers.
You wouldn't have been a good robber.
When you came to my cell,
I remembered everything, it all came back.
I knew I had to tell you the story.
You noticed me.
Am I right?
So I kept driving.
80 kilometers further,
I had a lot of fun with little Philip Z�llner.
Before long, I returned to your village.
Without showing myself, I stationed myself
in a pretty clearing.
I began my hunt,
got to know my territory, found out where you live.
What a perfect family!
Two kids, a dog and a garden.
And you'd married your mother! Of course I wanted to kill your son.
I stalked him for three days.
To school, to his friend's house,
to their secret meeting places.
Then my love became too much. Passion swelled up in me.
I wanted to thrust into him.
That evening, he brought Lucia along. I wanted to wait until she left.
But then he showed her his dark world.
He leant over the animal,
put his hand into the wound.
He took the blood and drank it.
That boy was raw.
He was raw and wild and cruel. I loved him.
I loved him like my own flesh and blood.
- Christan, my son. - You're lying. That's not how it was.
The boy was fantastic. I couldn't kill him. He was wonderful.
You're trying to torment me.
That little slut Lucia started crying. She didn't understand us,
Christan and me. She didn't understand our dark world.
My son and you... You have nothing in common. Nothing!
He had a knife with him.
He freed the lamb with it. For her. She wanted him to.
Then they washed off the blood in the lake, with no clothes on.
Naked.
And, as they say, "They knew each other."
The scene that I was treated to!
The moon, these two naked kids,
touching each other as they got dressed. Wonderful!
You killed her. You let my son go, then you killed her.
No, Michael, no. It was so typical. Your son's dick in her hand startled her.
She got scared. It's understandable, she was only 12.
She started screaming for her mom.
She wanted to tell her mom everything.
- You are lying! - When he plunged the knife into her,
it was only to shut her up. But then...
- You're just trying to torment me! - ...he started to have fun.
You're Satan! I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!
Farmer!
Farmer.
They all want to know what he said to you.
- Is he dead? - No, he's still alive.
At least for a few more hours.
He almost turned you into a murderer.
What did he tell you?
What did you tell him?
Too late.
There's nothing you can do.
I've destroyed him.
- What did you tell him? - You're all sheep.
Sheep.
Where's your book?
Where is it?
That's my evil treasure.
My evil
treasure!
Come on!
- He didn't say anything? - No, only insults and curses.
- Why did you try to kill Engel? - Did I?
Are you saying you can't remember?
No, I...
I mean, yes, I...
I can't remember what transpired in that room.
Except that he wanted to torment me.
And?
- He's bluffing, isn't he? - It's hard to say.
Why should he bluff?
- Maybe Martens knows the perpetrator. - That could be what he's covering up.
Never! That's absurd.
- Did he take the test? - Of course not. He wanted to, but...
Now he will. Have a nurse take a blood sample.
You're not a crazy murderer, are you?
No.
What about the necklace, the one Engel mentioned?
No idea.
You restored my belief in the good. If you turn out to be a sick jerk-off,
then the world really is fucked up.
- Thanks. - Don't mention it.
It's your son's birthday. What do you think?
Remember to be back in two days. I can keep quiet until then, okay?
- I need to ask you a favor. - Consider it done. What is it?
Do you still have priority in the lab?
- Hi, Dad! - Hello, angel.
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
There you are. Hurry or we'll be late.
- Why did you let me sleep? - After all you've been through!
Do we have to go to church today?
- Especially today. - We'll celebrate afterwards.
You can look forward to it.
Isn't this a wonderful day?
Chief Commissioner Seiler? It's me, Schmidtzen.
Oh, yeah, I was trying to get in touch with you.
That's a clear case of attempted bribery.
Why didn't you report it earlier?
We weren't alone.
I didn't take it seriously.
Besides, we were being recorded. I thought it'd be in the transcript.
I read the transcripts. There's nothing in it.
- Don't you believe me? - Yes, I believe you.
Shit.
That can't be.
Then God looked for Abraham
and said unto him,
"Abraham!" And he said, "Behold, here I am."
And he said,
"Take Isaac, your only son, who you love,
"and go to the Land of Moriah, and you shall sacrifice him
"as a burnt offering on a mountain that I will name."
- Look, Dad, it's just as good as yours. - Even better.
- That's great. - Where's your dad's present?
He'll get it later.
Hold on, I'll get it.
Bring out some more drinks.
Yes?
Okay, obvious things first.
It's not you. Your test is negative.
But the other sample...
99.9%. It's just incredible!
Now just tell me you know whose it is.
It's nothing new.
Oh, that boy was raw.
The holy trinity of serial killers,
playing with fire, tormenting animals, bedwetting.
Christan wet his bed again.
- Where did you get the sample? - What necklace? What is he talking about?
- Where did you get it? - Then he started to have fun.
Who is it?
I don't know.
What?
The sample is from Engel's apartment. No idea who it is.
You have to explain that.
- Tomorrow. - What?
It's my son's birthday.
I'll call you tomorrow.
- It was for me. - Can I have your present now?
Of course.
Take your pick.
Really? Wow!
- I'll take that one. Is that okay? - It's yours.
- Does this mean I can hunt with you? - Yes. Tomorrow morning.
What is it?
Shouldn't we answer?
We're celebrating your birthday.
- Seiler? Why didn't you call? - I did, but no one answered.
Can I come in? It's urgent.
Okay, what do you want?
Hi, asshole. Happy to see me?
Such an expensive hobby, all of a sudden? How can you afford it?
I won the lottery.
That uses a lot of electricity. May I?
Sure.
Schmidtzen talked about a nice little bribery attempt,
which doesn't appear in the records. Can you help me out?
No...
Sometimes, if it's too vague...
Or when the faucet's on... Could be anything...
I'm usually very patient, but today I have no time for this.
You supplied Engel with the poison!
What else did he want?
He offered me 50 grand to smuggle out his memoirs.
- That's a lot of money for me. - Where's the book now?
Bosowski.
- Already dead. We just had a look at him. - Do you know a judge with insomnia?
I need a search warrant for a publishing house.
I'll see what I can do.
But one other thing. Engel mutilated himself just before he died.
- Mutilated? - He bit off a finger tip,
and drew 17 squares in blood on his pillowcase.
- 17? - Yes. Any idea what that means?
17 victims. No idea who he means.
"Abraham rose early in the morning,
"and saddled his donkey,
"took with him his son Isaac
"and cut wood for the burnt offering,
"and went to the place of which God had told him."
"The Memoirs of the Dark Angel."
The world cannot hate you, but it hates me,
for I am proof that it leads to evil.
My work is now over.
An innocent soul seldom ends up in these dark realms.
And an existence without a cause is no existence at all.
Last year, on my tour of blood, I decided to avoid the big venues
and play the small, trendy clubs.
So you don't forget me.
- But you can't tell anyone. - Don't be silly.
- I won't. - Then look away.
I want to see it come out.
I don't know if it'll work.
- There, now we're even. - You've no hair!
Just do it.
Is it coming yet?
How long does it take?
- Yuck! It looks funny. - Christan!
Go and hide.
Christan! Are you in there?
Come on, it's late.
Go on!
Nothing will happen to you.
Engel tricked him! That dirty bastard!
What a disaster.
Seventeen squares. Three more victims.
Lucia, Christan and Michael.
Come on, Michael, don't make a mistake!
Abraham lifted his eyes, saw the place from afar,
and spoke to his young men, "I and the lad will go yonder.
"And after we worship, we will come again to you."'
Is it because of Harro? I didn't cut him loose.
How do you manage to look so innocent?
Dad, you're acting strange.
How did evil come about?
- It started as something small. - Exactly.
It was still small. We should've nipped it in the bud!
We never should've tolerated evil.
- I don't really feel like hunting... - We're going to hunt.
Go down.
Why?
Do what I tell you.
Go down and...
Over there...
If you see an animal, drive it my way.
I thought I could shoot today.
You can.
Now go.
And Isaac spoke,
"Behold the fire and the wood.
"But where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
And stay clearly visible.
Hunting accidents can always happen.
Abraham answered,
"My son, God will provide
"a lamb for the burnt offering."
Dad. It's you.
Last year,
the night Lucia Flieder died...
Were you there with her?
I...
Dad, I wanted to tell you.
But I was so ashamed.
I thought nobody'd understand.
It's all right.
I understand.
No lies.
No hunting accident. Everyone should know. Everyone.
And the Angel of the Lord called unto him, "Abraham!"
Here I am. Here I am. Here I am!
And the Angel of the Lord again called to Abraham and said,
"I have sworn by myself," says the Lord,
"Because you have done this, and have not withheld your only son,
"that I will bless and multiply your seed,
"like the stars of the heavens and the sand on the seashore.
"Your seed shall possess the gate of his enemies.
"In your seed will all the nations of the Earth be blessed."