No more deception now. No more blind alleys.

It was Mengele. He's dead. It's over.

The Doring boy isn't dead yet. Neither is Simon Harrington or Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock. It took a little time, a little backtracking, a visit to Dr. Bruckner. But now we know... everything.

And what are you going to do about it?

Kill the boys. Brilliant man, that Mengele. I suppose he had all 94 of those names and addresses memorized.

Now you are trying to fool me. You have been searching the room.

He must have had a list.

He did, now I have it.

Give it to me.

Why?

We have the right and we have the duty.

To do what? To kill children?

Give me that list.

You will have to take it from me. And when you do, you can add my name to the list.

I don't mean you any harm.

You will have to kill me, David. The first of those boys that you touch, I will turn you and your entire organization over to the police. I will do that.

You would protect Hitler?!

No. I will not slaughter the innocent, and neither will you. A fanatic you may be, but a murderer of young children you are not.