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The story begins in darkness.
It's about beauty and savagery.
BASED ON THEMATIC ELEMENTS OF THE NOVEL PERFUME BY PATRICK SÜSKIND
About the search for happiness and the price we pay.
I am telling you this story because it is my story.
Our story.
But it is also the story of a murderer.
I've never experienced it.
Happiness.
It seemed as fleeting to me as a scent.
As if only those who had a sense for it could experience it.
I did not have that sense,
the sense for the scent of people and things.
I could see them, hear them, touch them,
but I could not smell them.
An invisible wall separated me from everything.
It was only for you that I risked everything
to tear down that wall.
Hey! Stop, please!
-Come on, Lori. Quick! -Get in.
Thanks for stopping.
Just trash and nasty people. I haven't been eating or sleeping.
Hey, I even forgot to feed my dog.
The big city makes people sick. I know.
I talk a lot. You tell me something.
I'm starting a new job.
Cool! Like, out in the country, all organic with animals and stuff?
The police.
Here. Vitamins.
Thanks.
The way this smells, that's how every day should be.
I remember thinking,
maybe this time, it will be more than a beginning.
Maybe Juro will become more than an affair.
Maybe I will arrive
and stay.
-Are you sure you want to move in here? -Yes.
I didn't know if this was the happiness I was so hoping for,
or as close to happiness as I could get.
POLICE
Let's go, come!
Juro, go on.
Come here. No, you go in the middle.
Three, two, one!
-Police! -And again.
Well, you've settled in fast!
Any problems, come straight to me. I'm in charge now.
Juro and you, you met when you were looking for an apartment.
-Yes. -You two seem so… somehow…
-Great! Enjoy yourselves! -Cheers.
So, this is 70% sugar, with strawberry, tangerine, and schnapps.
Wow!
I've never seen anyone just down this stuff like that.
Juro gave me a feeling that I'd never felt before.
And I wanted to believe in this feeling.
Do I smell?
You should tell me.
Hey, you must always tell me, okay?
I'd love to smell your sweat.
It smells like…
-Like? -Like lilies of the…
Lilies of the valley!
We'll definitely have a small garden.
With flowers and trees.
I'd like a house like that.
With you.
-Rosa? What is it? -Juro. Hey.
Where are you?
The kids were just saying they miss you.
I thought I'd give you a call.
I had no idea what was in store for us.
That our story would be inextricably linked
with the story of a perfumer.
Dorian.
I took you in.
I taught you everything.
Everything you know,
you've learned from me.
Now, get back to your work.
You keep my formulas.
A fair deal.
What?
This formula is…
What do you intend to do with these girls?
I want to create something
that is greater than human will.
No one can.
No one is allowed go that far.
A love perfume.
That's impossible.
Dorian…
Dorian.
Dorian's journey, too, was a new beginning.
He, too, was searching for something.
Dorian had mastered preserving the ephemeral soul of things,
their scent.
There!
He believed he had found the formula for the human soul.
All he needed was an accomplice.
Rex.
I'm coming back.
You're coming home. After all this time.
Yes. I'll see you soon.
That's… fantastic!
We'll do it like we used to.
Only much better.
And what can I do? I can do anything…
The world will be more beautiful.
And so our paths crossed.
There.
We can't go down there yet. It hasn't been secured.
Sunny?
Don't.
Sunny, are you coming?
I gave her a ride when I moved here.
Targeted incisions.
She's missing…
the sweat glands in the armpits and pubic area.
There are no vaginal injuries.
A sex crime can…
can be ruled out.
More and more young women were found,
all with the same injuries.
It wasn't hard to guess the motive for these murders.
It was about skin
and hair.
About human scent and the pheromones it contains.
All the evidence led to one crime scene.
We'll be setting up a special "bunker murders" unit.
There are lots of fingerprints and DNA here…
Okay, good. Please say hi to the kids, Rosa.
Till then.
We had a main suspect.
Karlotta König, also known as Rex.
I observed her.
For days. To no avail.
They've cancelled our surveillance.
Completely. As of tomorrow.
What?
-We've got nothing. -Bullshit!
König was in the vicinity of the places where the bodies were found.
Those weren't easily accessible. Multiple times. I'll carry on.
Let's go out for a drink.
I can't.
I have to finish the reports.
Um… I, um…
Rosa.
She wants to come back.
The last few months with you…
Sunny, they… They've been amazing, but…
I miss my kids.
I'm sorry.
It was over as suddenly as it had begun.
I was alone again.
Like this lonely boy.
Someone I could care for.
-Hi, I'm Stefan. -Stefan.
I know who you are.
From next door.
I wanted to ask if you could, maybe--
Does he want beer or wine? Your dad.
Both.
Come in.
Do you want pizza?
Work was the only thing that kept my mind off Juro.
I decided to continue tailing Rex.
Wherever she went, however long it took,
eventually she'd give me a lead.
It's ready.
You can try it, Rex.
It was an invisible lead
that I couldn't decipher.
Unwittingly,
I had gotten very close to the perfumer.
It's me. I need backup, Tina.
Did you say anything to Tina?
We can make it work.
It smells of smoke.
No! You can't destroy it.
Give it to me, you cow!
But it's wonderful!
It's wonderful!
Police!
Listen, you have to get out.
Is there anyone else inside?
-Is anyone else inside? -Dorian.
Sunny!
He can't destroy it! I want more of it!
-Police. We're coming in. -More!
Police!
I want more!
I couldn't smell it.
But I could feel the power emanating from it.
Sunny, be careful.
There's a second suspect. Name, Dorian.
Juro, no. We have to find the other one.
It wasn't what Dorian had wanted to create.
Wrong.
Everything.
Not love.
Just sex.
With Rex's arrest, the case was closed.
But it wasn't solved.
…taken to forensic psychiatry.
A second suspect is still at large…
I didn't tell anyone what I had found in the lab.
I wanted to keep it to myself.
The murders of the young women may be linked
to a so-called "love perfume"
that the two suspects supposedly wanted to create.
So far, we haven't found anything like that.
See you tomorrow.
Absurd, those guys.
Please get out, Juro.
Get out.
Juro came back to me.
Ouch.
And it almost felt
as if he did because he loved me.
But it wasn't the same anymore.
-Hi. -Hey.
We used to have a thing, like…
like a kind of beach tent.
As kids, we often used to spend the night in it.
In the back of beyond…
I was deceiving Juro
but also myself.
But then something happened that changed everything.
Something that I had wanted the most and was also afraid of the most.
You happened.
-It's good. -Yeah?
Just needs a bit more salt and pepper.
How are the kids? With all this back and forth.
Here. Look.
Is this what you wanted?
-It needs work, but it's not expensive. -Oh, God.
That's hard to find in this area.
It looks like a dream.
MICHAEL EIGNER REAL ESTATE
ROOMS 4, BATH 1 LOT SIZE 1,500 M²
I have something to tell you.
It's Rosa.
Lilly had a fall.
Hospital.
It's probably nothing serious, but…
I have to go.
-I'm sorry. -No, it's okay. Go.
-Oh, what did you want to tell me? -Just go. Go now.
SENSE OF SMELL IN MOTHERS
"Mothers could unfailingly discern their baby's scent."
"Serotonin and oxytocin create a unique bond."
REGAINING YOUR SENSE OF SMELL
"A baby's smell is a form of chemical communication between mother and child."
I tried to imagine what it would be like.
But I felt nothing.
And that scared me.
Because unlike any animal, unlike any normal mother in this world,
I wouldn't be able to smell you.
Hey!
Leave me alone!
Come back!
Everything okay?
I wouldn't get any booze for him.
I'm gonna get out of here.
I thought about my own childhood.
He can't help it.
-Yes, he can! -He's sick.
I wondered if it was better not to be a mother than to be a bad one.
Stefan!
He's staying at my place tonight.
A child is a gift, you asshole!
Come on. Let's go.
But the fear returned and haunted me in my dreams.
It led me back to the trail of the perfumer.
And I realized that I needed his help.
If anyone was able to teach me how to smell,
it was him.
I went back to the place where the girls had been killed.
Something told me that Dorian was hiding here.
Hello?
You are using my perfume.
It only works for sex.
Not love.
Here.
Your leg needs to be treated.
I'll take you up.
Yes.
Your scent.
A pearl.
Yeah.
Are you going to arrest me now?
I must learn how to smell.
Then will you let me go?
It's possible.
You'll have to get me some scents if you want me to help you.
We had made a pact.
Dorian would be my teacher.
And I would protect him.
I'm not well. I'm off sick.
Cedar.
Not enough ammonia.
The ox blood is of poor quality.
That's not thyme.
That's artificial.
You need a new bandage.
I told you everything had to be just right.
Exact. Precise.
That's everything.
The pepper is pretty good.
The fennel too.
But we couldn't trust each other.
I had obtained a substance.
Inconspicuous, odorless, toxic.
I was prepared for the worst, as well as for a miracle.
It'll work.
Please take everything down for me. I'll start right away.
What do you need all this for?
For your smell training.
I wrote everything down while you were gone.
Read it. Then you'll be prepared.
We'll continue tomorrow morning. And now get some rest.
"Scent molecules are like tiny dust particles."
"You have to imagine them like colorful butterflies."
"Your body has to be prepared."
"Twenty million olfactory cells are waiting just for that."
Dorian returned to his world of scents.
I sensed he had something else in mind.
Did you sleep well?
Delicious.
Not easy for someone who can't smell.
Do you cook like this for him?
For the father of your child?
Seven.
No, it's week eight.
I'm sure it'll inherit your scent.
-I want to learn to smell, that's all. -I need to know more, or I can't help you.
What am I meant to do?
Here. These are the six basic scents.
All existing smells are just a combination of these.
Try.
Please.
Nothing?
And the others.
Floral. Fruity.
Resinous.
Do that in the morning
and in the evening.
Every day. To check.
Until you get the feeling that something is changing.
Start your training now.
If you cannot hear anything…
cannot see anything,
all that remains is touch
and smell.
I focused my awareness to rediscover my sense of smell.
The scent
and the taste of things.
I tried.
Every day. Anew.
Again and again.
Until I really believed
that something was changing.
Good evening.
How was your day?
Well?
Has anything changed?
How did you lose your sense of smell?
Tell me about it.
It was winter.
I had a cold.
How old?
I was seven.
And your parents?
My father had
already left.
-And my mother… -You were on your own.
She didn't care.
She let my flu drag on.
Smells are feelings.
Memories.
You were seven.
All the smells and scents you had registered until then
left an imprint on the brain.
You can never lose that.
The smells of childhood.
That's the key. You have to go back there.
This is totally insane.
We're done. It's not working.
You can't do it.
As a child, you're helpless.
They do with you as they please.
My father was a pastor here.
He thought I was the devil, just like you do.
But it's not true.
I'm in the same boat as you.
What happened to us as children…
We can't change it.
Thank you for the inspiration.
Before Dorian left the bunker, he created three scents.
Two of them were to fight for him.
For his great goal, which he still pursued…
The formula for a love perfume.
The third scent, however, was different.
It was a protective shield that Dorian wore wherever he went.
This morning, Karlotta König,
aka Rex,
escaped from the forensic psychiatry unit.
During unlocking in the morning, a guard was in her cell.
His statement says, and I quote,
"I looked at her. My heart contracted."
"I couldn't breathe, and I was incredibly scared."
Then, for no apparent reason, he collapsed,
and König just walked out of the psychiatric ward.
This…
This vial was found in her cell.
We know that the day before she was visited by an unknown person
with fake ID papers.
Maybe he smuggled the stuff in.
We don't know if Dorian was behind this.
As a child, König was some kind of mathematical genius.
She skipped several grades.
Then she had an accident, and since then she has a titanium plate in her head.
Her crimes are well-known.
She cut the apocrine sweat glands out of her victims,
the essence of human scent.
I didn't know how long I had been lying there.
I could sense that you were well.
My fall had changed something.
The invisible wall had disappeared.
But with the sense of smell, memories returned.
And curiosity.
She's alive?
It all worked out, master. Thanks for getting me out.
Pasty.
Unwashed. Too much garlic.
Damn, I'm itchy.
That's a side effect of the perfume.
Tell me,
the perfume. It's still around, isn't it?
Someone must have it, huh?
Yes. I know who's got it.
Bam! Then get it.
I need to have it back.
No. We'll make a new one, a better one.
But I want the old one.
Sexy sex.
Rex, somebody gave me new inspiration.
A woman.
The new one will be delicate,
with a thousand colors.
It won't be anything like the first attempt.
They will love us. L'amour.
I have to find the right formula,
the exact composition.
In the temple.
And then I'll tell you who has the old perfume.
Stay! It won't happen again.
Stefan! Hey!
Since when can you smell again?
Since I got pregnant.
We moved into the old country house that Juro had found for us.
It could have been wonderful,
without the lie that kept us together
and separated us.
I knew we couldn't go on like this for much longer.
INVESTIGATORS INTENSIFY SEARCH
…FORENSIC PSYCHIATRY
Parsonage St. Alfons.
Sunny Valentin. I called earlier.
It's about an appointment with Pastor Abel Welsch.
-As I said, he's sick. -Yes, I know he's not well.
I just want to speak to him briefly about his son Dorian.
Okay, then… Let me just check with the pastor.
Thanks. Thanks, I'll hold.
Hey, it's so nice you're here.
I can't get hold of him at the moment.
Right, then I'll hear from you when he has time.
Yes, we may get in touch to make an appointment.
-Okay. Great. Great, thanks. -Goodbye.
Juro, I thought we'd come visit.
Are you well?
It's beautiful here.
No!
I looked for a hint in Dorian's past that would bring me closer to him.
His birth name was Noah.
That awful smell.
No one could be near him.
Even his mother found it difficult.
He scared people.
At some point he understood that it had to do with how he smelled.
All of a sudden, he wanted to create a human scent.
And this older girl
who nobody liked,
Rex,
she helped him do that.
The African church had just sent me a small chimpanzee.
Come on, Rex. Faster!
We will save the world.
They wanted to extract its scent.
Because it was the closet to human scent.
It was a sin.
He was possessed by the devil.
I tried to help him.
-No. -His nose.
-Please don't.
-Stay still. Nice and still. -No. Dad.
I couldn't stop him.
No one can.
Love.
It… It smells of…
Not right.
PEARL
Who is this woman from the bunker?
This pearl.
What is this new formula?
What's it got to do with that woman? And who has the old perfume?
Stop it.
I'll tell you eventually.
I… I didn't mean to…
It's so cold. I want to get out of here.
This time, it has to be right.
It has to be exact.
It'll only work here.
I can only find it here. In the temple.
And I'm not done yet.
I only have the beginning.
Can't you finish the formula over there?
In the factory, everything is set up.
Use the factory if you like. And start with the material.
Are we starting?
Are we producing?
Yes, I can already taste the scent.
I finally got to the place where everything began.
PEARL
Thanks for the inspiration.
Beautiful, beautiful material.
I sent Dorian a signal.
I wanted him to know I was looking for him.
-I'll tell you who has it. -Who?
She burned down the temple.
She stole the perfume from the lab.
She should pay for it.
Juro?
Where is it?
I know you've got it.
Give it to me.
I need to have it back, for myself.
Go on.
Give it to me.
Come on.
Fuck!
I know it's here!
Tell me where you've hidden it!
Let's do some straight talking. You can't keep it, you know?
Look.
I dissect the material with this.
A controlled procedure.
And then, the boiling.
Boiling.
Until Dorian is ready.
Go on.
Do it.
Do it for your fucking baby.
Give it to me.
Please, give it to me.
I have nothing else.
I need it much more than you.
Let it go.
Please.
Sunny.
Are there any traces in the yard?
Susi! I need a DNA analysis.
And the neighbors?
Nothing yet.
It was good that Juro called us.
There's nothing down here either!
-I'll go to the living room. -Okay.
Karlotta König's fingerprints are all over the house.
She was here.
Yes, when I
got home last night.
The house had been searched and then…
No idea. I was suddenly out.
Blackout?
We found something.
A five-liter pool of blood on the road, clearly König's blood type.
The titanium plate from her head, in the ditch.
But where is her body?
Forensics have finished. You can use your things again.
I'm just gonna have a look around.
What's going on here? Sunny is acting strange.
-Hey, are you taking drugs? -What? No.
Juro, you have a family.
Two kids, a pregnant girlfriend.
Were you with Rosa last night?
Yes, I…
You can't have two women.
Why are you doing this?
I don't know anyone who was as reliable as you.
-Now you're the exact opposite. -Yes, it scares the shit out of me.
Tina, I… I think I'm…
I think I'm going insane.
I had to let Juro go.
Look at me.
Take a deep breath.
That was the best for all of us.
Sorry, I can't eat.
You have to go back to your family.
I…
Sunny?
Dorian and I had both lost our support.
We were on our own.
I saw on the news that Rex…
I can't do it without her.
It's the harvesting, the cutting the skin, of the material.
There is no way I can do it.
You once told me about a similar experience.
Please send me a reply.
In his desperation, Dorian contacted a perfumer he admired.
PEARL
But what he found more distressing
was that he lacked the inspiration to finish his formula.
He needed me for that.
I forced myself to bury what was left of the perfume.
I've been near you for a while.
We have hurt each other.
But you need my perfume.
And I need you so I can finish my formula.
Never.
Yes.
This was buried in front of your house.
You have to be my muse.
My inspiration.
You'll be happy.
Trust me.
Don't be afraid.
Everything will be fine.
What is it?
-You're cold. -No.
You're cold.
It's stronger than your will.
You can't do it.
What is it?
-How can you… -It's okay.
How can you create love when you don't know how to love?
I can't help you.
You don't know
what you're talking about.
Jerk!
You can't force true love. It comes to you. Effortlessly.
-Hi. -Wow, creative.
You can call me Jackie.
Did you run away too?
The perfumer, whose visit Dorian had been waiting for,
was called Moritz de Vries.
He, too, had spent many years looking for a love perfume.
The pearl.
Is that your secret?
You've read my emails.
-I brought something for you. -This?
-What is it? -What is the pearl?
How does it open?
I asked first.
The pearl comes last of all.
The heart note.
How does it open?
What is it?
The love machine.
How does it work?
It extracts the body's scent through the pores.
Without a trace.
Without incisions.
A vacuum.
Yes, a vacuum.
The problem is the knife.
Once we've touched something, we've adulterated its uniqueness.
If we cut it,
we've completely destroyed it.
So the problem is force,
how we affect something when we try to obtain it.
And this machine
can solve all your problems.
What is the pearl?
You have doubts.
I have no natural talent.
I taught myself most of it.
My head is full of dark thoughts.
Oh, darkness.
It need not frighten you.
What you need
is a little lightness.
Heavy minds can't fly.
This makes you a thousand times more sensitive to every scent.
The perfume was slowly losing its power over me.
So you won't tell me what the pearl is.
Okay, then…
The good times are over.
If I don't know what love is because I've never experienced it,
can I still create it?
What is it with you all and love?
I looked for him.
But this time, Dorian was one step ahead.
Hey, Sunny. It's me, Stefan.
I wanted to spend a few nights at your place. With Jackie.
I was wondering… Is that okay?
-Where is it? -She lives somewhere over there.
Stefan! Where are you?
I didn't know that Dorian had been watching me the whole time.
Otherwise, I'd never have let the two of them stay with me.
Hey, housemate. Where are you? We miss you already.
Hello!
I'm here!
Stefan?
Dorian had left a note.
He wanted me to come to him.
It was a trap. I knew that.
Jackie!
Stefan?
I'm here.
Sunny.
Your pearl gave me new inspiration.
The scent of a baby.
I've known ever since we were in the bunker.
A baby
has to be the heart note of my new formula.
A baby…
The most beautiful scent in the world.
You are right. I know nothing about love.
But I still can't give up.
You will teach me.
True love.
I had to do it, or you wouldn't have come.
Look how beautiful it is here.
It's sparkling everywhere.
We belong together.
Your baby, me,
and you.
We're a family.
That's our destiny.
It has been from the start.
Ever since we met.
You'll never smell anything again.
I had carried it with me the whole time. The toxic, odorless substance.
I took everything Dorian had lived for.
His dream of a perfume of true love.
His unique ability to recognize smells, remember them and preserve them.
I was free.
No one found out what had happened.
Not even Juro, your father.
My dreams.
They can never imprison them.
One day,
we will build a hot-air balloon together.
And then we'll scatter
my perfume
over countries, cities, and mountains.
Until all hatred…
turns into love.
Now you know our story.
You needn't be afraid.
Look here, now we'll…
Subtitle translation by: Diana Renker