Have you ever used a gun before?
Of course not.
I'll need your gun, soldier.
Point and shoot.
Let's get them.
You're going to be fine.
We should call for backup.
I already did.
There's two over there.
Get their guard down and I'll be right behind you.
Excuse me, I'm looking for my daughter.
I've been looking all day. Have you seen her?
Remove the guns. Gag 'em.
AIR RAID SHELTER
Watch out. There is someone.
Hey, see that cover right there?
When I start moving towards that,
you start firing downrange toward them.
Do not stop shooting until I get to that spot.
-You understand? -Okay.
I trust you.
Go.
Same thing. I'm gonna move over there now.
-You ready? -Yeah.
Okay.
You good?
Who is it?
It's your friend.
Drop the gun.
Tell him to put down his gun and lie down.
Or I'll cut your throat.
Tell him.
Don't kill him, Max. Don't kill him.
I need him.
If you kill him, I'll never forgive you.
Put down that weapon!
Don't kill him.
You move, you fucking die.
Here.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine, I think.
Is this the best way to Tempelhof?
Apologies, sir.
There's a gas leak in Steglitz, so we're going to have to go around.
Where's Marty?
He's sick, sir.
Make sure we get there in time.
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing?
No, I think we hit something back there.
Gonna take a look at the tires.
Claire...
Tom.
I have nothing left to say to you.
Read the letter.
You want me to open it for you?
Here you go. It's not very long, but I think it's to the point.
Move.
Call your Commanding Officer.
Tell him we got him.
Bring him to the station, we'll follow you.
PROTECT OUR CHILDREN
We have to get back.
I need to know how my scarecrows are doing.
I was just... informed.
I'm sorry.
Five dead.
They're transferring the wounded
to the military hospital in Dahlem as we speak.
I know.
So many... Too many.
I'm going to throw this into the river Spree tonight.
I promised myself to carry it with me
until we had Anne Christine Friedrich's killer.
Hey...
Keep it.
Maybe you'll need it someday to remember...
remember who you were.
You need to stay alive for your wife.
Talk to me, piano tuner.
No.
You need me so you can use her.
What do you say?
Hours.
You don't think he'll be able to...
This one has seen his last sunrise.
Didn't sound too cheerful.
Tell me... something...
about... yourself.
Myself?
Myself.
Yeah.
I grew up in Georgia.
My father was an engineer and...
my... mother...
Your mother...
My mother...
She played piano.
She played piano all the time.
Let's go.
Hello, Gad Epstein. How are you today?
Gad.
-Take him. -Yes.
Come with me.
My guess is American Intelligence will be here in a couple hours.
We have until then.
-We've made the arrest... -I know,
but that's big fucking fish in there,
and everyone's gonna want a piece,
so I suggest we get our shit together,
think it through, and get in there.
Can you get the recorder?
And Gad, will you call Tom Franklin and tell him?
Gad, I don't want Tom Franklin to know about this.
Can you tell me why?
I have to go.
We're going to bring in two big fish today.
Hey! Can you make a detour to Dahlem?
-Jump in! -All right.
Today is August 11th, 1946.
Present for this interrogation are myself, Superintendent Elsie Garten,
my assistant, Gad Epstein, and the suspect,
medical doctor Hermann Gladow.
You are suspected to have arranged
the murders of two American soldiers,
Private Deluca and Private Gallagher
as well as the German girl Anne Christine Friedrich.
And a homeless teenage girl with green eyes,
whose name we still don't know.
With the assistance of Karin Mann,
you're also suspected to have supervised assault on this station,
that resulted in the death of five police officers.
You are furthermore suspected
to have murdered the police officer Trude Schweinstager.
You are also suspected to have assaulted
a police officer, me, with a deadly intent.
-Did I leave anything out? -Yes.
That I started the war.
Did you?
Once a boy a Rosebud spied
Heathrose fair and tender
All arrayed in youthful pride
Quickly to the spot he hid
Ravished by her splendour
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red
Heathrose fair and tender
Now the cruel boy must pick
Heathrose fair and tender
Rosebud did her best to prick
But her cries of pain were to no avail
She simply had to suffer
You were born in Stuttgart?
Did you meet Karin Mann through your work as a gynecologist?
Karin Mann?
Don't know her. Never heard of her.
Maybe you don't remember her name.
I remember every name.
I also remember the names of every one of my patients.
Including yours.
Ten years ago, maybe eleven,
at University Hospital, Ziegelstrasse.
You wanted to know why you couldn't get pregnant.
You wanted a child, so very badly.
But the examination showed
you could never have one because of ovaritis.
The name of my doctor was Vogel.
Yes, Vogel. Hans Vogel.
Nice man.
Not very bright, but...
And who was the expert he consulted?
Do you remember his name?
I examined you
and it was me who diagnosed the ovaritis
and probably saved your life.
Berlin's a village, Ms. Garten.
Quite a coincidence. Needless to say,
this has nothing to do with why we are here.
No. Oh, no.
On the contrary.
If it wasn't for me,
maybe the ovaritis would not be discovered
and you would not only have been childless, but dead.
How is your sex life?
Everything as it should be?
I remember your husband. What's his name?
Leonard? ...pold? Leopold? Leopold.
Such a sweet guy.
We had a chat in the hallway.
Do you recall what everybody used to say back in '43?
"Better enjoy the war, 'cause the peace is gonna hurt."
What now, another song?
-Thanks. -See ya!
Good luck, sir.
Hey, come on.
What happened?
I don't know.
I just... I can't remember.
GRUNLOW FARM EBERSWALDE
Oh, fuck.
What has happened?
Hilfe. Help him.
This is glue.
This is gunpowder.
Okay.
Do you know what this is?
This is a tooth of Berta Spiel. She's a Nazi, you'd like her.
And I am going to stick it in your mouth,
and you... you're gonna suck on it,
and if you spit it out...
I'm gonna move that candle closer to your left foot
I'm gonna burn it to the bone.
We clear?
Good.
I don't know who you think I am
or what I did, but I'll pay you whatever you want.
You know what doesn't surprise me?
That you haven't asked where your wife is.
"Ear to ear...
and head to foot."
Mr. Gladow, we have Karin Mann in the next room
and she told us everything.
How you gave her an abortion, penicillin,
and facilitated and supervised the killing of two American soldiers
and the killing of a homeless girl and Anne Christine Friedrich.
Why would I do that?
So you could control Karin Mann.
So you could own Karin Mann.
So you could use her in any way you wished.
Like so many other women you manipulate
because of their misfortune.
I like women.
They're my life.
The only thing I'm guilty of is searching for an essay
at the sealed-off Weishaupt institute which I needed for my work,
and then you came in with a gun and I panicked.
And I am sorry. I am really sorry.
And I'm prepared to face the consequences.
Karin Mann also shared information on the girls of the Alt-Bayern Hotel.
"The Girls of the Alt-Bayern Hotel." Ms. Garten,
it sounds like one of those films...
Do you want to tell us about prostitutes working there for you?
No?
See all these boxes behind me?
I'm like the boxes.
I carry secrets.
I don't know everything, but...
-I know something about everyone. -And?
Go get General Howley or General Clay
and tell them I have information to share.
Go on, get them here because this charade is over.
Shit!
We got him.
Who cares where he goes or who he talks to?
He won't get away with murder.
This country got away with murder!
No.
It didn't.
You told me on my first day,
when I was helping you with the paperwork:
Justice
is our only way back
and responsibility is the road to get there.
Remember that?
You fucking got him.
Let the system decide what's next.
EBERSWALDE
I want to show you something.
"Max and Moritz."
Okay?
They call it "The Fearless Nazi Hunters."
Chapter one.
These are the Webbers. See?
Chapter two is Berta Spiel.
You just had her tooth in your mouth...
Chapter three. This is Otto Oberlander.
Oh, look at this one shot. See? Look at that.
Don't you look away, Tommy.
And see, Tommy? Look, this is your chapter.
This is where you are gonna go.
Chapter four.
Just give me a name bigger than yourself.
Vatican.
The Vatican?
Pius XII. He's the Pope.
Hitler's pope.
Claire!
Come on.
Claire!
Oh, shit.
Good.
Claire.
Hey...
Can you hear me?
Yes? Say yes.
Yes? Good.
Stay here.
Hey, I will come back to see you, okay?
But I told you everything about the Pope.
Yeah, I just need some pictures for my book.
Shit.
He isn't dead, little brother.
Not yet.
I thought you never wanted to see me again.
Mom died in that kitchen.
Fuck you!
Mom!
Oh, shit!
Dad shot her and she died.
Fuckin' asshole!
You little fucking cunt, I'll kill you too!
Don't shoot him!
And if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be alive.
But we both know Dad could have survived that night.
Please...
Son.
Please...
Forgive me.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to do it.
Son...
Forgive me.
Moritz?
What's going on, Moritz?
Please stop it.
I understand why you killed him.
If it wasn't that night, Dad would've killed us another time.
You had my back.
You protected me.
But killing, it broke you.
I didn't break that night.
I found my calling.
Dad, Nazis, your boss here,
they're all getting away with it if I don't stop them.
And you fucking know it.
Moritz...
You can't do this anymore.
Join me.
We're gonna rid the world of these pieces of shit.
You, me, and when he's old enough, Jimmy, too.
No.
Not him.
I won't let you fuck up Jimmy's life.
I can't do that.
Max...
It's not up to you.
I'm his father, and I'm gonna...
make our lives count.
I love you.
Is Tom alive?
He'll live.
And that man?
I shot him.
He's gone.
You knew him?
He's your brother.
He's the reason you came to Berlin.
Why did he take us here?
Our mother grew up on this farm.
She used to tell us that before she left this place...
when she was a girl, she planted a seed.
A pear tree.
She always wanted us to come see it someday.
And you did.
Help! Please, somebody help me!
Help me.
Elsie Garten. Say her name back to me.
-Why? -Fucking say it.
-Elsie Garten. -Good.
You're gonna meet her,
and she's gonna tell you how you're gonna help.
-Help with what? -Everything.
And if you don't,
I will make one simple phone call,
and you will be swinging next to Ribbentrop and his pals.
Shit.
Fuck!
August 11th, 1946... I'm recording this
for the U.S. Government Office of Special Operations.
My name is Bob Travis.
You might want to turn that off, Bob.
So...
Each top prostitute
working top Russian officers is on my payroll.
The English want to pull out of Berlin
because London is falling apart,
but they're not trusting to leave it all to you.
I know where Commissar Koitkov takes his morning strolls.
There's an American killing Nazis and hiding here in Berlin.
There's a U.S. top official
who is flying out war criminals in return for stolen artworks.
Oh, I almost forgot.
How's that mistress of yours in Cologne doing?
"And those who were seen dancing...
were thought insane by those
who could not hear the music."
I can hear the music.
But you won't hear me.
How's the arm?
It's still here.
Yeah.
Elsie around?
When you see her, tell her I wanna talk to her.
About what?
The future.
Are you leaving?
Why? You want me to?
You're a great cop, Gad.
You really are.
Thank you.
Relax. I'm not gonna kiss you.
That's fucking great.
There you go.
It's Bach. It has never been played before.
YOU ARE FREE NOW
Hold that.
Hello?
Mister?
My god.
Can you hear me?
Please. Please, I need...
I need... I need to go to Italy.
Italy...
What?
Italy.
Please, take me.
Mommy?
No.
But your Mommy sent me.
Only your favorite things, we'll get everything else later.
-Fina. -Fina.
Fina...
and Gerti.
I just want to tell you your mother is a very, very brave woman
and she loves you very, very much.
But she asked me to watch over you now because...
she had to go away for a while.
A long while.
But I promise to take good care of you.
We have to leave now.
Why do we have to go now?
PROTECT OUR CHILDREN
THEY ARE THE SOLDIERS OF TOMORROW!
We have work to do.
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