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I don't know.

I thought you and Fritz...

Yes, we grew up together.

We love each other.

I love him.

Do me a favor.

Call him.

This time of the night

he's still in the office.

Yes?

Who is it?

Who am I talking to?

I didn't mean

to intrude, sir,

but I saw the

light was on and I...

I'm terribly sorry

about what happened.

Thank you.

I want to be alone, Carlo.

You're welcome to

take the night off.

You needn't bother

locking up.

You don't want me

to make my rounds?

It's alright, go ahead

and leave the gate open.

- I'm expecting someone.

- Alright, sir.

You did a perfect job.

I was right in

admiring you, Fritz.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but it's really me.

Surprised?

No, I had a vague hunch,

Christian, that you'd return.

Maybe it was that charred body.

It seemed so strange.

Impersonal.

I felt no emotions.

Not a shred of pity.

I understand, Fritz.

We have to

somehow resolve...

Our father, I...

Our problems are going

to be solved, right, Fritz?

Please don't mention

our father, Christian.

Malcolm!

Yes, you always thought that

the moral responsibility

for our father's death

was mine!

And you almost

convinced me.

The finding of the inquest

was that he committed suicide.

It doesn't matter.

There's no point in my

protecting you any longer.

I don't want explanations,

I told you.

The boy's death was

a real shock for you.

It's logical.

The whole business

was horrible, so stupid.

But you've got to

try and forget it.

Let me try to help you.

You were always

so helpful...

if it hadn't have

been for you I...

Oh, Alex.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

Easy, Barbara.

We have to

get away from here.

Come on, let's go.

I'm going to my hotel.

The plane tickets

must be ready.

Wait for me.

I won't be long.

Or... Would you like

to come with me?

No.

I don't think so.

I don't want to

meet anybody.

You go but hurry back,

please.

It's...

it's not possible!

It's not true.

Yes, I'm here.

I'm here and living.

I want to explain so many

things to you, Barbara.

I want to tell you everything.

No, I've done some

terrible things.

I know, Barbara, I know.

I love you.

Alex is coming.

I know.

Let's go away.

I'll go anywhere with you.

Yes, the both of us.

No one'll ever find us.

I love you.

Darling?

No, Barbara.

Not you.

Christian, what...?

Not you!

Barbara.

Barbara.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Our files show that your

grandfather Will Baumen

died at this clinic

on March 2, 1943.

This would seem to

confirm our diagnosis.

Your brother Christian's

disease is hereditary.

I strongly advise you

have him hospitalized

before his condition

degenerates

into a dangerous form

of homicidal mania.

This should be done no

later than September 30.

If you cannot manage to...

Yes?

Yes, this is he.

Near the motel?

Are you sure?

In 20 minutes, yes.

Thank you.

Your brother Christian's

disease is hereditary.

His disease is hereditary...

hereditary... hereditary...

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