Angst

Yes?

I'm shooting now.

He hides...

and comes back to the crime scene at 2.00 AM...

where he is arrested by the police.

He is carrying the following items...

a gun with 18 bullets...

a roll of tape...

a cable...

a shoelace...

a female stocking...

a magnifier.

He does not know how many times he shot.

He can barely remember the murder.

He has no motive.

He does not know the victim.

He denies having planned a robbery.

The court assigns a psychiatrist...

to check his state of mind.

He is writing the following letter

to the psychiatrist:

I can not say why I went into this house.

I don't know why I said

"I'm shooting now" to this woman.

I had no plan and also no motive.

What's in the newspapers is incorrect.

I only had this feeling, something has to happen.

I regret what I've done.

I'm asking you and the court to help me.

The psychiatrist

states in his best knowledge...

that there can not be a murder

without a motive.

He declares the accused certifiably sane

and fully in charge of the act.

As a result the court rejects

sending the accused to a psychiatrist...

and sentences him with murder,

housebreaking, material damage...

and on weapon possession

to 10 years prison.

The court is of the opinion

that the accused had planned a robbery...

but now denies it...

pretending sadism is a mental insanity...

in order to escape a prison penalty.

As he can not convince...

because in his statement of his actions...

clearly indicates...

that in his early youth

he started a life of crime.

He was born in 1950.

The mother separates from the Father

because he is a drinker and rioter.

The child grows up at his grandmothers place.

She is embarrassed for her grandchild

because he was born a bastard.

He does well at elementary school.

By a teacher he is judged to be dishonest.

As he has been caught for burglary.

He shall be a priest.

The grandmother sent him to a monastery.

When he is caught...

attacking animals with a knife...

he has to leave the monastery.

After this he is sent to his mother.

The stepfather takes control

over the education...

and, in consent with the mother

he chastises the boy physically.

At the age of 14

he met the then 45-year-old Anne Marie.

She uses him

to satisfy her masochistic appetite.

He has to tie her

and then beat and whip her all over.

Slowly he finds pleasure in this.

He feels desire to torture his

mother and other women like this.

But first he captures animals.

He tortures them...

and enjoys it...

when they squirm and squeal loudly.

The mother is worried that

her son could be lethal against her.

In fact...

during a dispute with no apparent reason

he inflicts her with several knife wounds.

He tells his mother, lying in blood,

she has to die now.

Without a passport he escapes to Paris...

where he gets arrested

and deported by the police.

This is the first time he admits his

sadistic orientation to the examining doctor.

However, the doctor fails to recognize the situation.

He thinks, that sadism does not exclude sanity.

For attempted murder,

he is sentenced to prison for 4 years.

Free again...

one night in the town park he grabs a swan...

cuts off his head...

and drinks his blood.

This is the only incident...

he never got caught for.

Other than that, he is seven times sentenced

to smaller prison terms during the next 2 years.

He meets Susie F.

She earns her living privately as a prostitute.

She receives various tortures...

but without having real pleasure.

He secretly watches her

with her customers.

She did not recognize his mental illness.

He was never violent or brutal against her.

Without warning,

he shoots the actress Elisabeth D.

During the 10 years in prison...

he keeps quiet and is well-adapted.

On the 28th of October

he is released from prison.

This film is based on true events.

The fear in her eyes and

the knife in the chest.

That's my last memory of my mother.

That's why I had to go

to prison for four years.

Even though she survived it.

After that it went well for a while.

Until I met that 70 year old.

"Oh my god" were her last words.

Then she was dead.

I didn't know her and I didn't steal anything.

That damned idea was suddenly there.

I just had to.

I couldn't explain it.

So I went to prison for 10 years.

Then the psychologists

got interested in my inner life.

When they asked me about my dreams,

I told them about flowers.

Flowers.

Always just flowers.

Apart from that, I could fantasize

in my mind whatever I wanted.

It helped me control this urge to...

just let it all out.

Prison exists so one

can better oneself.

But that urge to torture a human,

that's one thing I never could get rid of.

If you sum everything up.

Then I've been behind bars

more than half of my life.

Only, I never committed

a crime out of pure joy.

There was always a little something,

that was added to it.

I knew, it will happen again.

It has to.

But this time they won't get me.

Nobody came to pick me up.

No family. Nothing.

I would've been too excited anyway.

I couldn't sleep the whole night.

Finally free.

I already had a concrete plan.

The details were all fixed.

Now it was only necessary to find somebody.

But I didn't know where I was.

I've lived in this town for 10 years.

Only, behind bars you can't get

to know a city.

My first question was: where to?

I thought:

where can you meet somebody?

So I went to the first

coffee shop that was open.

There were two attractive girls

sitting in there.

They were still pretty young.

But that would've worked.

I felt a bit awkward, dressed as I was.

But after 10 years of prison,

you can't be dressed modern.

They stared at me.

I was on it immediately.

They literally provoked me.

My imagination immediately began running wild.

I wondered how I could approach them.

That excited me enormously.

I immediately imagined the greatest things.

But it would've caused too much

attention in the coffee shop.

Everyone would have heard us.

That wasn't a good opportunity.

It was absolutely necessary

to find a quiet place...

and everything would've gone well.

Then a coincidence helped me.

- Where to?

Straight ahead, please.

The opportunity in the taxi was great.

It wouldn't be a robbery,

I wasn't interested in money.

This woman reminded me of

my first girlfriend, Anna-Marie.

A real whore.

I was 14 at the time, and she was

significantly older than me.

She nearly could've been my mother.

We sat on a bench in the park.

I had to remove a shoe.

She took the shoe away from me.

- What are you doing?

She only would return it to me...

if I gave her a kiss

- What are you doing there?

Anna-Marie then took me home with her.

She seduced me.

That's when I was able to get active

for the first time.

First I tied her up, then sealed

her mouth shut...

then I hit her.

With a belt and later with a real whip.

She couldn't get enough.

I really enjoyed it.

I became Anna-Marie's slave,

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