Having accidentally stumbled upon snuff photographs, Mr. Rilke decides to find out the truth about their origin. They laugh at him, they beat him, they take him to the police, they tell him stories. Madmen, drug addicts, religious fanatics and people whose names are best not spoken out loud... Ulysses from Glasgow does not reason or evaluate. But Rilke involuntarily looks into the darkness of other people's souls, not immediately noticing that one of them is his own.