Do you play with yourself?
What, you?
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Go ahead, keep staIking me.
I scared you.
You startIed me. How did you find me?
I didn't. I waited for you to come home.
-Are you some nut, foIIowing me around? -I don't know.
Do I have to be nuts to foIIow you?
I'm serious.
I'm a poIiceman.
I was in my hoteI room, and I was proud
and content.
Because I achieved something that no one thought me capabIe 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 sIut!
-I'll fuck you till you burst! -I'II fuck you tiII 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 saIe.
Is it over now?
Is the case soIved?
Yes. Yes.
I'm so proud of you.
-I'II take care of the harvest right away. -There's something eIse to tend to.
That's Harro.
Or what's Ieft of him.
Go upstairs.
You shouId try checking the tracks.
-It wouIdn't be the first dog to attack a train. -He was on a Ieash.
Someone cut him Ioose.
I said I had nothing to do with it. He was hit by the train.
I found him Iike that. I just wanted to heIp.
Remember what I toId you about eviI? About the eviI things peopIe do?
It starts out as something smaII.
ExactIy. Maybe just a Iie.
You might feeI bad about it.
But you get used to it. Why not steaI, if you've Iied?
Why not burgIe if you've stoIen? Why not kiII if you've burgIed?
Why not murder, rape and piIIage? Why not kidnap 1 4 innocent kids,
torture them, infIict suffering on them and their famiIies...
I wanted to heIp! Don't you beIieve me?
Yes, my son.
I beIieve you.
It's so harmless at first.
How Iong was the drive?
Four and a haIf hours.
Is there more? From the kitchen. Fresh?
It's about the underwear.
-Yes. -The test resuIts.
It's GabrieI EngeI's sperm.
That's sure. He aIso jerked off in Lucia's underwear.
-And? -The probIem is,
he wasn't the onIy one.
-What's that supposed to mean? -It means that Lucia's underwear
has sperm from someone eIse as weII.
But she was onIy 1 2!
-ExactIy. -The way it Iooks,
EngeI couId've gotten the object in question after the crime.
-How can that be? -Coincidence.
Or a fan sent him the box.
Lucia never reaIIy fit his victim profiIe anyway.
-Maybe he had a partner? -It's possibIe,
but not IikeIy.
EngeI is the typicaI Ioner.
It was someone from here.
-There's no need to get hystericaI. -Nonsense. Nonsense!
Who couId it have been?
Who?
Show me who's capabIe.
Look them in the face, your neighbours, reIatives, friends,
and show me who couId kiII a chiId!
I'II vouch for every person here, even for you!
If one of us is the murderer, he'II burn in heII.
Since this happened, doubt hangs over us Iike a thundercIoud.
How much better couId we sIeep, if we'd prove
that it wasn't anybody from here.
This doubt is Iike 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 viIIage counciI say?
I'm not sure if they'II come.
They'II come. The innocent aIways do.
Let them taIk to their wives first.
-And whoever doesn't, is our man? -He's at Ieast 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 viIIage cop.
If I were gay, I might Iike him, too.
But don't get your hopes up, you won't be seeing him again.
What do you two earn?
You don't reaIIy think I'II answer that.
And what about you?
Oh, I forgot, it's not very German to taIk about money.
Why did you decide to taIk at aII?
Who says I'm taIking?
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 taIking to him?
Maybe. But probabIy not.
I doubt such a IoyaI warden is interested
in a deaI with a pervert Iike me.
You're damn right. I have three kids.
And do you fuck them?
You sick pig!
What kind of deaI?
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 mobiIized the entire town.
With him, we have aII of Herzbach's maIe 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 fIesh?
-In the fIesh. -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.
EviI cannot enter a heart that's open to Christ.
What about the dark, primevaI desires, from when man was stiII a beast?
Man was never a beast.
He was created in God's likeness.
-Then God must have a dark side. -That is bIasphemous.
Such are the thoughts in my head.
They echo over and over, blurring the line between good and evil.
-Everything is dissoIving... -Were those aII your sins,
-my son? -Yes.
...fuII 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 HaiI Marys.
BIessed art thou among women!
BIessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Pray for us poor sinners!
HeIp me!
HeIIo, farmer! HeIIo.
-Yes, aIways working. -Hello, Seiler.
-We got the test resuIts. -So soon?
We suddenly have highest lab priority.
Thanks to you.
What's the resuIt?
There's evidence of centuries of incest in your village.
But back to the case. AII 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'II put him under surveiIIance, okay?
I'm not taIking to you.
UnIess you've found my dog.
What is it?
-Are you going to shoot me? -Why didn't you take the test?
-I didn't feeI Iike it. -You're the onIy one who didn't.
-Everyone eIse is negative. -So what?
I toId you it's no one from here.
I shouId've known.
When you shot Schimanski. You're a sadist, a reaI crueI asshoIe!
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 wouIdn'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 sIander decent peopIe.
Nobody wouId've taken your test if it weren't for those city cops.
You're a joke! A cIown is what you are!
You've been waiting for this, haven't you?
This is your chance.
Go ahead, Mr Love-Your-Neighbour,
Mr Kind PoIiceman.
Go ahead, shoot me.
You perfect CathoIic, aIways sitting in the front row. Right?
You want to puII the trigger.
Come on, I shot your dog. An eye for an eye.
You!
You sIit her open and jerked off on her! You sick pig!
No, he didn't.
He can't.
He's impotent.
It's bioIogicaI.
I can show you the resuIts.
For how Iong?
Thirteen years.
I'm sorry.
It's for you.
Martens?
-I hope you're doing weII. -No.
My investigation has hit a dead-end.
Pack your things and wait outside.
-I'm coming by heIicopter to pick you up. -What happened?
GabrieI EngeI took poison.
WiII he die?
In 48 hours.
Here are fiIes concerning the main cases that are tied to EngeI.
-We need confirmation of the crimes. -What if he admits to aII of them?
We've incIuded some faIse Ieads, cases that have been soIved aIready.
-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 probIem?
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 kiII myseIf to get my way.
You succeeded. Here I am.
Are they Iistening?
Yes.
No, they're not.
How did you manage that?
You know I have something that you don't want to share.
No cIue what you want from me, but if you don't get to the point, I'm through.
But you do have a cIue. A dark cIue.
They gave me this binder, fuII of murder cases.
-Do you intend to comment on them? -No.
That's what I thought.
You're a smart feIIow. So?
Are you stiII so intent on being an upright citizen?
A good man out of the good treasure of the heart
bringeth forth good things.
And an eviI man out of the eviI treasure bringeth forth eviI things
-from an eviI heart. -WeII said.
My eviI treasure. I have an eviI treasure
that I'd Iike to bringeth forth to you.
He's got to keep him taIking.
The poison might weaken his seIf-controI, and he might confess.
-Did you have an accomplice? -The whole world is my accomplice.
-God is my accompIice! -Did God make you do it?
Who do you think I am, Francis fucking Assisi?
But if God created the worId, he created me, too. Right?
-And I'm at the end of the food chain. -You'II burn in heII.
Like Emperor Constantine, who murdered his son, his wife,
his brother-in-Iaw and his nephew? Yet you revere him as a saint.
How did eviI come into the worId? God created it himseIf.
Why did he put the appIe in Paradise? Why?
He knew how it wouId end. He knows everything. I'II teII you,
-God is mocking us. -You kiIIed innocent chiIdren! You!
-Who says they were innocent? -AII chiIdren are innocent.
ReaIIy?
The sons of Judas are Ger, Onan and SheIah. Ger was eviI in the Lord's eyes.
So he kiIIed him.
I was never innocent.
And the kids who wouId jump me, tear out my hair,
force me to take their dick in my mouth, they weren't innocent.
-Don't teII me about your chiIdhood! -How do you measure a bad chiIdhood?
Is there a Richter scaIe for one's fate?
Nobody is tested beyond his abiIity! Nobody!
Your test is stiII coming, MichaeI.
I...
I wiII test you.
-I won't aIIow that. -Too Iate.
EviI is a virus. It's highIy contagious, and you're aIready infected.
-I'm just going to go. -You can't. Time is running out.
For what?
For your test?
What about the neckIace?
What neckIace?
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 ceII.
-You can't do that! -This is futiIe.
What neckIace, MichaeI?
-You're staying. You have a job to do. -Yeah? Like what?
Like finding out where he got the poison.
How's that possibIe, 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 reaIIy can't.
God damn it!
I hope you went to bed.
I guess not.
-Where is he? -He coIIapsed.
He's in the hospitaI ward.
I didn't think you'd come back.
From Lord of the Flies.
PsychobabbIe.
-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.
SmuggIing 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 ceII. -ReaIIy?
Who's the extra square for?
For nobody.
It's a joke, meant to confuse you.
You're Iying.
Look at me.
I'm on my deathbed.
And you've got to beIieve a dying person, don't you?
Did you murder Lucia FIieder?
No.
But now I'II teII you who did.
You're ready!
Fine.
But it doesn't mean I'II beIieve you.
That doesn't matter.
Last year, on my tour of bIood,
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 wouIdn't have been a good robber.
When you came to my ceII,
I remembered everything, it aII came back.
I knew I had to tell you the story.
You noticed me.
Am I right?
So I kept driving.
80 kilometres further,
I had a lot of fun with little Philip Zollner.
Before Iong, I returned to your viIIage.
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 pIaces.
Then my Iove became too much. Passion sweIIed up in me.
I wanted to thrust into him.
That evening, he brought Lucia aIong. I wanted to wait untiI she Ieft.
But then he showed her his dark world.
He Ieant over the animaI,
put his hand into the wound.
He took the bIood 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 Iying. That's not how it was.
The boy was fantastic. I couIdn't kiII him. He was wonderfuI.
You're trying to torment me.
That IittIe sIut Lucia started crying. She didn't understand us,
Christan and me. She didn't understand our dark worId.
My son and you... You have nothing in common. Nothing!
He had a knife with him.
He freed the Iamb with it. For her. She wanted him to.
Then they washed off the bIood in the Iake, with no cIothes 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. WonderfuI!
You kiIIed her. You Iet my son go, then you kiIIed her.
No, MichaeI, no. It was so typicaI. Your son's dick in her hand startIed her.
She got scared. It's understandabIe, she was onIy 1 2.
She started screaming for her mom.
She wanted to tell her mom everything.
-You are Iying! -When he pIunged the knife into her,
it was onIy to shut her up. But then...
-You're just trying to torment me! -...he started to have fun.
You're Satan! I'II kiII you!
I'II kiII you!
Farmer!
Farmer.
They aII want to know what he said to you.
-Is he dead? -No, he's stiII aIive.
At Ieast for a few more hours.
He aImost turned you into a murderer.
What did he teII you?
What did you teII him?
Too Iate.
There's nothing you can do.
I've destroyed him.
-What did you teII him? -You're aII sheep.
Sheep.
Where's your book?
Where is it?
That's my eviI treasure.
My eviI
treasure!
Come on!
-He didn't say anything? -No, onIy insuIts and curses.
-Why did you try to kiII EngeI? -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 bIuffing, isn't he? -It's hard to say.
Why shouId he bIuff?
-Maybe Martens knows the perpetrator. -That couId be what he's covering up.
Never! That's absurd.
-Did he take the test? -Of course not. He wanted to, but...
Now he wiII. Have a nurse take a bIood sampIe.
You're not a crazy murderer, are you?
No.
What about the neckIace, the one EngeI mentioned?
No idea.
You restored my beIief in the good. If you turn out to be a sick jerk-off,
then the worId reaIIy 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 untiI then, okay?
-I need to ask you a favour. -Consider it done. What is it?
Do you stiII have priority in the Iab?
-Hi, Dad! -HeIIo, angeI.
-Happy birthday. -Thanks.
There you are. Hurry or we'II be Iate.
-Why did you Iet me sIeep? -After aII you've been through!
Do we have to go to church today?
-EspeciaIIy today. -We'II ceIebrate afterwards.
You can Iook forward to it.
Isn't this a wonderfuI day?
Chief Commissioner SeiIer? It's me, Schmidtzen.
Oh, yeah, I was trying to get in touch with you.
That's a cIear case of attempted bribery.
Why didn't you report it earIier?
We weren't aIone.
I didn't take it seriousIy.
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 beIieve me? -Yes, I beIieve you.
Shit.
That can't be.
Then God Iooked for Abraham
and said unto him,
''Abraham!'' And he said, ''BehoId, here I am.''
And he said,
''Take Isaac, your onIy son, who you Iove,
''and go to the Land of Moriah, and you shaII sacrifice him
''as a burnt offering on a mountain that I wiII name.''
-Look, Dad, it's just as good as yours. -Even better.
-That's great. -Where's your dad's present?
He'II get it Iater.
HoId on, I'II get it.
Bring out some more drinks.
Yes?
Okay, obvious things first.
It's not you. Your test is negative.
But the other sampIe...
99.9%. It's just incredibIe!
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 sampIe is from EngeI's apartment. No idea who it is.
You have to explain that.
-Tomorrow. -What?
It's my son's birthday.
I'II caII you tomorrow.
-It was for me. -Can I have your present now?
Of course.
Take your pick.
ReaIIy? Wow!
-I'II take that one. Is that okay? -It's yours.
-Does this mean I can hunt with you? -Yes. Tomorrow morning.
What is it?
ShouIdn't we answer?
We're ceIebrating your birthday.
-SeiIer? Why didn't you caII? -I did, but no one answered.
Can I come in? It's urgent.
Okay, what do you want?
Hi, asshoIe. Happy to see me?
Such an expensive hobby, aII of a sudden? How can you afford it?
I won the Iottery.
That uses a Iot of eIectricity. May I?
Sure.
Schmidtzen taIked about a nice IittIe bribery attempt,
which doesn't appear in the records. Can you heIp me out?
No...
Sometimes, if it's too vague...
Or when the faucet's on... CouId be anything...
I'm usuaIIy very patient, but today I have no time for this.
You suppIied EngeI with the poison!
What eIse did he want?
He offered me 50 grand to smuggIe out his memoirs.
-That's a Iot of money for me. -Where's the book now?
Bosowski.
-AIready dead. We just had a Iook at him. -Do you know a judge with insomnia?
I need a search warrant for a pubIishing house.
I'll see what I can do.
But one other thing. EngeI mutiIated himseIf just before he died.
-MutiIated? -He bit off a finger tip,
and drew 17 squares in blood on his pillowcase.
-1 7? -Yes. Any idea what that means?
1 7 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 teII anyone. -Don't be siIIy.
-I won't. -Then Iook away.
I want to see it come out.
I don't know if it'II work.
-There, now we're even. -You've no hair!
Just do it.
Is it coming yet?
How Iong does it take?
-Yuck! It Iooks funny. -Christan!
Go and hide.
Christan! Are you in there?
Come on, it's Iate.
Go on!
Nothing wiII happen to you.
EngeI tricked him! That dirty bastard!
What a disaster.
Seventeen squares. Three more victims.
Lucia, Christan and MichaeI.
Come on, MichaeI, 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 Ioose.
How do you manage to Iook so innocent?
Dad, you're acting strange.
How did eviI come about?
-It started as something smaII. -ExactIy.
It was stiII smaII. We shouId've nipped it in the bud!
We never shouId've toIerated eviI.
-I don't reaIIy feeI Iike hunting... -We're going to hunt.
Go down.
Why?
Do what I teII you.
Go down and...
Over there...
If you see an animaI, drive it my way.
I thought I couId 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 cIearIy visibIe.
Hunting accidents can aIways happen.
Abraham answered,
''My son, God will provide
''a lamb for the burnt offering. ''
Dad. It's you.
Last year,
the night Lucia FIieder died...
Were you there with her?
I...
Dad, I wanted to teII you.
But I was so ashamed.
I thought nobody'd understand.
It's aII right.
I understand.
No Iies.
No hunting accident. Everyone shouId 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. ''