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(FOOTSTEPS)

(SCREAMING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

(SCREAMING)

Take cover!

There's some more, over there!

(SPEAKING POLISH)

Back up, around the other way.

(GUNS FIRING IN DISTANCE)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

What's the odd smell
in this house, Inspector?

The smell of war, Major Grau.

-Good morning, Inspector.
-Major.

I'm sorry to call you
at such an ungodly hour.

Not very nice, I'm afraid.

The work of an amateur
butcher, I should say.

Why have you called me?

The dead woman's Polish,
isn't she?

This is not a case
for the German authorities.

Her name was Kopatski.
Maria Kopatski.

Kopatski?

Oh, yes, she was a prostitute
and a good friend to us.

She was also a German agent.

Killed by a Polish patriot?

Providing the Polish patriot
was also a sexual degenerate.

Patriotism has been known
to have its vicious side.

One hundred knife wounds
goes beyond normal
patriotic zeal.

-One hundred?
-That's just my guess, sir.

It would be impossible
to count.

As you can see, the focus
of the murderer's attack

was on the woman's
sexual organs,

using what appears
to have been
a large clasp knife...

Thank you, doctor,
there's no need to be vivid.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

-Find anything?
-No, not yet.

-Who reported the murder?
-A voice on the telephone.

A man. He heard screams
at about 11:10.

-Identify himself?
-No.

Who lives in this house?

One of you...

One of you heard a scream
and telephoned the police.

One of you knows something
about the way in which
this woman died.

If that person does not
tell us everything he knows,

we shall assume
that her death was political.

That she was killed
by a member of
the Polish underground

and that you are
all accomplices.

In which case,
it will be my sad duty

to turn the whole lot of you
over to the Gestapo.

The man who telephoned
the police

has one minute in which
to make himself known.

I heard the scream.

This one terrible scream.

And then, well, I...
I hid in the lavatory.

Then later, perhaps 10
minutes later,

I telephoned the police.
That's all.

You did not give
the police your name.

That means that there
was something you didn't
want them to know.

-What could that something be?
-Well, there's a...

There's this crack in the door
to the lavatory.

And naturally, you put
your eye to the crack
and you saw...

I saw a man
coming down the stairs.

-Describe him, please.
-Well, it... It was dark.

-Describe him, please.
-I couldn't see all of him.

Just the lower part,
the trousers.

Why are you so frightened
by what you saw?

Because it was a uniform, sir.

-Like yours.
-Like mine?

-A German officer?
-The man's a liar.

German officers can commit
murders like anyone else.

Is that all you noticed?

That the trousers
were like mine?

-Exactly like mine?
-No.

-Not exactly, sir.
-No.

There was a...

There was a red stripe
running down the leg.

He's lying.

Are you aware that only German
generals wear the red stripe?

Yes, sir.
That's why I was afraid.

I see.

-It's impossible.
-Nothing is impossible.

A German general. Well, well.

I don't think we need to take
this testimony too seriously.

-After all, it was dark
on the stairs.
-Sir, I swear...

I swear,
I'm telling the truth.

And I believe you,
until there's evidence
to the contrary.

Why would he tell
a dangerous lie?

I want a
complete investigation.

But what happens if
the murderer really
is a general?

What happens? Well, justice
is blind, my dear Inspector.

Justice cannot see
the red stripe or
the gold braid,

but justice can sometimes
hear the cry of a
murdered woman.

If a general is responsible,
why, we shall
have to hang him.

Don't worry, Liesowski,
the responsibility is mine.

Good night.

Well, Inspector
Morand, you can't blame me

for not quite remembering
a case that occurred almost
a generation ago.

But as they say,
it's the long arm of the law.

It's... It's 23 years ago.

My God, how time passes.

When I left the police,
right after the war

I managed to keep
some of my files.

Always glad to help
a colleague.

Ah, here we are, Inspector.

"Kopatski, Maria.
Murdered. Unsolved."

"The suspects were..."

Oh, yes. Yes, now I remember.

A German general was seen
allegedly leaving her room.

And of all the generals
in Warsaw,

only three had no alibis
for the night in question.

INSPECTOR: Here, this is
the Lichnowsky Palace.

It used to belong
to the Polish kings.

Then later it became a museum.

As you can see,
today it's still a museum.

During the war,

the German Headquarters
in Warsaw was located here.

As I was saying,
we were quite thorough,

I thought, in the way we
eliminated suspects.

Had to proceed tactfully,
of course.

They were generals, after all,
and it was war.

And Poland was occupied.

SOLDIER: Ready for
inspection, sir.

One of them was
General von Seidlitz-Gabler,

7th Corps commander.

He was a Junker of
the old school.

He lived like royalty in
the palace, with his
wife and daughter.

The night of the murder,
he was not in his quarters.

His chief of staff,
Major General
Klaus Kahlenberge

also had no alibi that night.

Of all the generals,
he was the least disagreeable.

An interesting man.
No wife, no children.

-General Gabler, a message.
-Yes?

A message from
General Tanz, sir.

Thank you, Fraulein Neumaier.

It seems we have failed
to keep proper order
in the city.

-You have read it?
-Oh, yes.

And because of our
notorious incompetence...

Incompetence?

They don't realize that
this is a garrison post,

that I am given only
the dregs of the army,
the misfits.

Well, that was General Tanz's
word. "Incompetence."

Not to mention subordinates
who shirk responsibility.

And because of our failure,
the Fuhrer has ordered

General Tanz to solve
the problem of Warsaw.

-How?
-Meticulously.

In three phases.

Using the most
drastic means, I suppose.

Drastic?

Monstrous.

Lieutenant General Tanz
commanded the
Nibelungen Division.

He was the youngest
Wehrmacht general.

A hero at Leningrad,
a pet of Hitler,
a remarkable officer.

We Poles detested him.

He arrived in Warsaw
on the day the
woman was killed.

He, too, was unaccounted
for that night.

-First roadblock,
set up there.
-Yes, sir.

The sniping last night came
from a street two blocks away.

The entire quarter
is to be sealed off.

We shall take a leaf
from the fisherman's book.

First, we'll mark out a wide
perimeter, then we'll start
combing the outlying streets.

That should set
the fish in motion.

Of course, they'll try to make
off in the opposite direction,

but we'll have roadblocks
there to cut them off.

By the time we've
closed the net,

we'll have them exactly
where we want them.

With their backs to
the ghetto wall.

Excuse me, General, what about
the civilian population?

The latest estimate, this
section of the city contains
about 80,000 inhabitants.

One can hardly talk
of a normal civilian
population in this place.

I regard the experience to
be gained from this operation

as absolutely indispensable.
Hold it at 20.

Now, about those
flamethrowers, sir,

to be on the safe side,
I've requested three times
as many as needed.

What are you
scared of, children?

I think they're hungry.

-What food do we have?
-Some sandwiches, sir.

-Bring them to me.
-Yes, sir.

Yes, you're quite right,
they do look hungry.

Poor little devils.

Your lunch, sir.

-Open.
-Yes, sir.

Filth.

Your hands.

Look at those nails.

Not even Polish children
should be given such muck.

Make a note.

Food and sweets to be carried
at all times for the children.

It does no harm
to win their confidence.

As for him,
he's relieved as my orderly.
Home leave canceled.

Filthy pig.

Last week he offered me
an unwashed glass.
Now he enters my sight

looking as though he just
exhumed his grandmother
with his bare hands.

Absolute cleanliness,
that's what I demand from
the people around me.

-Do I make myself clear?
-Yes, sir.

As for our immediate
requirements, see they're
fully met.

Once they are,
I shall seal off the district

and put the inhabitants
through a sieve.

All 80,000?

General Tanz, forgive me,

but just as a matter
of curiosity,

what do you feel is the exact
purpose of this exercise?

-You've read the memorandum.
-Oh, yes. Yes,
I have indeed...

And what does
the memorandum say?

That phase one is intended
to intimidate the population

to search houses,
to find and arrest resistance.

Then that is the exact purpose
of the exercise.

An excellent plan, by the way.
Much like my own when
I first came here,

only I was never given
the ultimate authority
to implement it.

But am I to understand
that if there is resistance
during phase one,

you would then go to phase two
and even to phase three,

which would mean
the destruction of
the entire city?

You are to understand
exactly that.

Well, uh, isn't that
somewhat excessive?

Excessive.

You will be aware that we are
30 miles from Moscow.

We are moving ahead
on a 5000-mile front.

Every available soldier
is needed if we are
to conquer Russia.

Yet here in Warsaw,
three divisions are rotting,

because of a few thousand
criminal Poles and Jews
hiding in slums.

It is excessive to permit
this state of affairs.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Who is it?

-You have my full list
of requirements.
-Of course.

-Eleanore, come in.
Come in, my dear.
-I hope I'm not disturbing.

My wife arrived early
this morning from Berlin.

How was Berlin?

Eager to hear the good news

that always follows in
the wake of a good soldier.

When I heard you were with my
husband, I came straight here.

I wanted to tell you myself
what an inspiration you've
been to us all at home.

-I am flattered, Ma'am.
-Oh, no, I'm not
flattering you.

I'm honoring you
as you deserve.

If you're not too busy,
I shall need your help

with the arrangements
for the soiree tonight.

-In your honor, General Tanz.
-I'll look forward to it,
Ma'am.

Oh, incidentally,
our daughter, Ulrike,
is here in Warsaw.

-She'll be at the soiree too.
-Yes?

Well, you remember her,
don't you?

In Berlin, at the garden party
at General Jodl's house.

Oh, yes, I do remember her.
My compliments, Ma'am.

Sorry. I suppose
that was obvious.

But you know how mothers are.

Anxious to become
mothers-in-law,
I should think.

A splendid officer,
no doubt of that.

Any mother would be proud
to see her daughter...

Married to a war memorial?

Excuse me, ma'am.

I shall continue to study
General Tanz's plan.

With sinking heart.

I detest that man.

What does he mean,
"With sinking heart"?

Oh, the black book.

What were you saying, my dear?

I don't dare say anything
when you've got your book out.

One must protect
one's reputation.

Another mess like the one
you've made here in Warsaw

and you won't have
a reputation to protect.

10:42.

-What's the date?
-The 13th.

Fortunately, I still have
some influence at
Supreme Headquarters.

Indeed you have,
for which I am grateful.

How nice that you
are here at last.

I want to talk
to you about Ulrike.

And I want to talk to you
about the soiree tonight.

I think you should know
that this morning Ulrike
was extremely rude to me.

Considering where you
are sending her,
I'm not surprised.

(KNOCKING)

Excuse me, General,
but there is a Major Grau
from Intelligence.

He would like to see you.

What...

What does he want?

He said it was personal.

He's most persistent.

Tell him, some other time.

Yes, sir.

By the way, what did you do
to your uniform last night?

Do? To my uniform?

Yes, there was a stain
on the jacket. A red stain.

But since you obviously
didn't cut yourself shaving,

it could only have
been lipstick.

Shall I match the color with
the seductive shade
Fraulein Neumaier wears?

Don't be absurd.

Anyway, the evidence
is destroyed. I've sent
everything to be cleaned.

Aren't you glad that I am
here now to look after you?

Of course I am,
dear Eleanore.

We are well-suited, aren't we?

(DOOR CLOSING)

-I wish you'd
remember to knock.
-Sorry, sir.

Major Grau of Intelligence
just rang from downstairs,
sir. He asked to see you.

-What about?
-He wouldn't say, sir.

-Tell him I'm busy.
-I already told him, sir.

I took the liberty.

Good.

-Well?
-Apparently, he rang
the motor pool this morning.

Wanted to see the log
for last night to see if
anyone had used the car.

I told the officer in charge
that no information
could be released

without clearing it
first with us.

Good. Yes, that's very good.

Thank you, sergeant.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Yes?

Sir, um, about my
cousin Hartmann.

-Your cousin Hartmann?
-Yes, sir.

You have his record, sir.
On your desk, sir.

Oh, yes.

He's just out of hospital,
sir. He was wounded
at Voronezh.

He's on temporary
duty in Warsaw.

I had hoped that we could make
his duty with us permanent.

And by some
extraordinary coincidence,

he's waiting in your office
to see me.

Yes, sir.

-Show him in.
-Thank you, sir.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

Come in.

Hartmann, Kurt,
lance corporal.
Reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.

Well, it's a distinguished
record, corporal.

I see from your
press clippings,

Otto is obviously keeping
a scrapbook for you.

I see that you are
"the reincarnation
of Siegfried,

"a German hero
from the golden age."

Do you feel like Siegfried?

Well, I'm not at all certain,
sir, how Siegfried felt.

Well, that's a sensible
answer. I see they've
given you the Iron Cross.

He killed 40 Russians
single-handed, sir.

Splendid. Well, now, as to
your future,

I imagine that, as a
university man, you'd want
to become an officer.

Therefore, I shall be happy
to send you to...

Erm...

You don't want to go
to officers school?

I should prefer to remain
a corporal, sir.

Actually, General,
he doesn't mean that.

-What he means is...
-What do you mean?

I mean, I don't want
to become an officer.
That's all, sir.

I'm shattered.

My world is toppling.

What is the point of being
a general when corporals
prefer to be corporals?

He's still a bit shaky, sir,
after the hospital.

Yes, apparently.

Now, your cousin suggested
that you join us
here at Headquarters,

but I should think you'd
be anxious to get back
to the fighting.

-No?
-No, sir.

-General, what he
really means is...
-Leave us, sergeant.

I, um...

I don't seem
to understand you, corporal.

I want to survive, sir.
I want to live
through the war.

Well, naturally. We all do.

-But we are soldiers,
we must fight.
-Yes, sir. And I have.

And you don't want to go back.

Is this the "reincarnation
of Siegfried"?

I'm sorry, sir,
but I have a horror of death.

Even in a good cause?

Let me see now...

According to your papers,
in civilian life you were

a student at Dresden?

Music conservatory,
yes, sir. I studied piano.

Music, piano, yes. Yes.

Yes. I think I have
an assignment for you.

But one which
requires great courage.
Only a man who has killed...

How many was it? Let me see.

Yes, 40 Russians
single-handed, would be
equal to the task.

Now, what about Chopin,
wasn't he Polish?

Didn't he write
the Polonaises?

-Can you play them?
-Yes, madam.

You don't sound
very enthusiastic.

Well, madam,
they were patriotic pieces,

celebrating the glory
of Poland.

Well, the glory of Poland
isn't precisely what we're
here to celebrate.

No, madam. So I thought
that perhaps we might play...

Wagner.

I remember the Fuhrer
saying to me after
a performance of Parsifal,

"There's no such thing
as too much Wagner."

After Parsifal?

I must say, it's unusual
to find a fighting man

-who also knows about music.
-Thank you, madam.

Oh, no, don't thank me,
wait until I've thanked you.

And I won't until
after the soiree.

-I dislike being a
bore, Major.
-You never bore me, Engel.

But I can't help wondering
what you're trying to prove.

-Just what do you think
you're doing?
-My job.

But if you say anything to
any of them, he'll know...

The murderer will know
that you're after him.

That's the point
of the exercise.

-Good evening, sergeant.
-Sir.

But look, sir, why do you care
who killed that bitch?

She's better off dead anyway.

Have you ever heard
of the Eumenides?

The what?
Greek mythology.

A number of disagreeable
ladies, sometimes known
as the Furies.

They believe that spilled
blood calls out for vengeance.

That's how justice began.

Well, we don't want it to end,
do we, just because
there's a war on?

Wait for me here.
I'm afraid I won't be long.

Mad.

Grau.

Colonel Mannheim.
What on earth are
you doing here?

You must be out of your mind.

If the generals won't see me,
I must come here to see them.

Well, God help you, Grau.
I won't.

Better have some champagne.
You'll need it.

You may be right, sir.

General Tanz, to my mind
you're a model man
in every respect.

Except one.
You've not married.

-May I ask why not?
-No opportunity.
Greatly regret it.

Well, perhaps you've allowed
opportunities to slip by.

My dear, General Tanz
is a young man whose life has
been spent as a soldier.

His generation has been denied
the pleasures of domesticity.

We live in a period which
makes great demands upon us.

Consequently, there is little
time for what is commonly
known as private life.

-Quite right.
Champagne, General?
-Water.

-Water?
-A glass of water
for General Tanz.

Ah. Here comes Ulrike.

-You remember her from Berlin.
-Good evening, General.

She's been with me over
a year now, as a soldier.

-An excellent soldier.
-Thank you, Father.

I must say, I still find it
hard to get used to the idea
of young girls in the army.

We're building
a new world order,

and women should not be exempt
from playing their part.

I knew you would
understand, General.

Ulrike has now decided
to become a nurse

in a military hospital run by
an order of nuns in Bavaria.

We're very proud of our girl.

Tell me, General, is it true
that in the battle
of Leningrad

you used frozen bodies
instead of sandbags
for your artillery?

The story is exaggerated.

Oh, I am sorry.

Some soldiers lie and rot
in the battlefield.

I thought it most imaginative,
putting the dead to work,
you might say.

Nobody rots with me.

Your water, General.

Thank you.

My compliments. I liked the
bit about the frozen bodies.

-Oh, thank you, General.
-Be careful.

Ulrike has a most original
way of expressing herself.

Needless to say, I shall
miss not having her with me.

Then why let her go?

Come along, General,
let's have some supper.

You'll join us,
too, Kahlenberge?

-Courage.
-Is not enough.

How dare you speak like that
to General Tanz?

It serves you right, Mother,
for what you're doing to me.

Whatever I do is for your
own good. I think only of you.

Only of me? You have changed.

When did I begin
to interest you so much?

Good evening.

-You've become vicious.
-Yes, it's the war, Mother.

Well, the nuns will soon
improve your manners.

Suppose I refuse to go?

You will be ordered to go.
I have seen to that already.
You have no choice.

You really are a terrible
woman, Mother.

I suppose we deserve
each other.

Colonel Mannheim!

Good evening. Yes, I'd love
to dance with you.

In my memoirs,
I keep a record of everything.

Yours will be the place of
honor in the Warsaw chapter.

General von Seidlitz-Gabler?

-Sir.
-Oh, yes, you are Major...

Grau, Intelligence.
Under Colonel Mannheim.

I tried to see you today.

In fact, I tried to see each
of you, without much success,
I'm afraid.

I'm sorry, Major, but General
officers are sometimes busy,
you know?

-Of course.
-What was it you wanted
to see us about?

Last night,
a prostitute was murdered.

A prostitute? That's an
occupational hazard, isn't it?

When you hear the details,
I'm sure you'll agree
it's a unique case.

Unique? You can't be serious.

We live in an age in which
bodies lie around streets
like cobblestones.

What's so unique
about this case?

All right, all right,
come to the point, Major.

Last night, a woman
was murdered.

Yes, General,
in Bulkowa Street, number 27,
fourth-floor apartment,

Maria Kopatski, a prostitute,
also one of our agents.

She was stabbed
to death most brutally.
Cut to pieces, in fact.

A charming story.
But what has that
to do with us?

Preliminary investigation
has established
that each of you was...

Well, unaccounted
for last night.

To whom should we be
accountable, Major?

I fail to see what my...

What our movements should
have to do with you or
with this woman's death.

Well, the murderer was seen
leaving the woman's room.

In that case,
you must know who he is.

Not exactly. The face was not
visible, but the uniform was.

It was the uniform
of a German officer.

In fact, a German general.

This is a serious charge.
I hope you know
what you're doing.

Oh, yes, sir, my duty.

Then consider your duty
done, Major. Good night.

Are you, by any chance,
using perfume?

I occasionally use a strong
eau de cologne after shaving.

Good night, sir.

I will, of course, want
to see each of you tomorrow,
if I may, in line of duty.

It is quite possible
we've been misled,

but we don't want to leave
any loose ends dangling,
do we?

Until tomorrow.
Good night, generals.

Astonishing behavior!

-Who invited him?
-Not I.

Socially, Major Grau
has not been a success.

I'm sorry, General.
I should have
had him arrested.

Why? He was merely
doing his duty.

Yes.

Well...

Now, there are some
officers I should like
to present to you.

Some sauerbraten, General?

Make yourself
comfortable, Inspector.

This is my third restaurant
in Berlin.

That's if you count the
sausage shop I had down by the
station right after the war.

We were really
on our arse then.

Now look, Germany is booming.
We made it.

Well, come along,
Inspector, do sit down.

One large Munchen, please.

Now, then, you asked me
about General Kahlenberge.

Well, I don't suppose there
was anyone who knew
him better than me.

-Hartmann's doing
a good job, isn't he, sir?
-Yes.

What?

Oh, yes! Apparently.

Of course, Inspector,
as I said before,

I haven't seen Hartmann
since the war.

Don't want to see him,
after what he did.

But I'll say one thing,
he had the most extraordinary
effect on women.

I don't know why.

Well, he wasn't what
you'd call really handsome.

Too skinny.

But whatever it was he had,
it worked out
all right with women.

I think they must have
got together almost from
the first moment they met.

Well, things were like that
in the war.

I remember once in Paris,
meeting this girl
in the Metro.

Well, anyway, you didn't
waste time, not with knowing
maybe tomorrow

you'd be sent to the fronts or
the damned Allies would drop
a bomb on you.

Oh, worry, I didn't mean that
about the Allies.

After all, where would
we be now without Americans?

-Nice.
-I'd forgotten how nice.

Would you say there
were no girls in Russia?

Girls? I was too scared.

I'm hopeless when I'm scared.

Well, it's a good thing
I don't scare you, isn't it?

Yes, it's just that this room
makes me nervous.

-Nervous?
-Mm.

Oh, you have no
sense of history.

Do you realize this used to be
the bed of the king of Poland.

-Did it really?
-Mm-hm.

It's like sleeping
on the floor.

It's freezing in here.

Ah, but the king and
the queen never slept.
They just made love.

They were never cold.

Do you like the war?

Do I like the war?

Good God, no. Do you?

If it weren't for the war,
I'd be on the marriage
circuit now,

living on some army post,

making conversation
with dreary young officers.

Instead of making love
with dreary young corporals.

Oh, not dreary. Not at all.

-In fact, the best so far.
-Oh?

-Do you specialize
in corporals?
-No.

Only heroes like you.

Just think, all this bravery
in my arms.

It must be very inspiring.

What's the matter?

You know, we mustn't like
each other too much.

Why? Because I'm
a corporal and you're
a general's daughter?

No. It's because...

It's a man, a girl, a war.

Two boys I knew
are already dead in Russia.

It's funny.

In the dark,
you feel just like them to me.

And you like this war?

No. I like this.

(BELL RINGING)

No, no!

What's wrong?

Nothing. I thought
they were firing at me.

You're shaking like a leaf.

I'm all right now.

What's it like having people
try to kill you?

Noisy bastards.

Good morning.

Good morning,
king of Poland.

What's it like having
people try to kill you?

-Well, what do you
think it's like?
-Terrible.

Yes.

I'm glad...

-Well, I'm glad that
you're here.
-So am I.

But you'll be going back soon,
I suppose?

Not if I can help it, I won't.

Can you bear the truth?

Probably not.

-I'm a fraud.
-Impossible.

When they opened fire on us
at Voronezh, I ran away.

It's as simple as that.

Then, I've no idea how,
I was hit.

It was like a door
slamming in my head,
and I thought I was dead.

Next thing I remember
waking up in the hospital

and there was this general
congratulating me

on having killed 40 Russians
single-handed.

You see, they were all killed
that day, the whole company.

Everyone was killed except me,
and I suppose...

It didn't look too good
in dispatches, a whole company
being wiped out,

so they decided
to make a hero
of the survivor.

The one who ran away.

So now what do you think
of all that bravery?

Well, that's a lovely story.
I think it's marvelous.

-Marvelous?
-Yes.

For once, the joke's on them.

Come, make love
to the queen of Poland.

I must say you are,
well, unexpected.

It's lucky we met.

What's lucky is right now.

You know, when this
war is over...

Mm-mm. It will never end.

Well, what happened?

Did you see them?

Generals Gabler and
Kahlenberge are in conference
and cannot be disturbed.

I told you they
wouldn't see you.

Where's General Tanz?

Look, why don't
we forget about this?

It's not as if we don't have
other things to do.

Where's General Tanz?

In the old city, conducting
a tactical exercise.

I don't trust him.

Naturally, in the field,
he must use his discretion.

He has no discretion.
He is ruthless.

Now, now, you exaggerate.

He will only go to phase
two if phase one should
prove to be a failure.

-What is a failure?
-Well, if the Poles,
the Jews try to retaliate.

What constitutes retaliation,
a rock thrown at
his golden head?

Is that sufficient warrant
for the demolition
of the city?

You always overstate things,
Kahlenberge.

General Tanz
is a responsible officer...

(DOOR KNOCKING)

Come in.

Sorry, sir.
Colonel Mannheim to see
General Kahlenberge, sir.

We'll discuss this later.

And don't worry about Tanz.
I'll take care of him.

Colonel Mannheim, sir.

-You wanted
to see me, General.
-Yes, yes.

Yes, I did, Colonel.
I wanted to see you about...

Damn it, what was it about?

Yes.

Yes, I remember now.

You have an officer on
your staff, a Major Grau.

Halt! Halt!

Major Grau to see
General Tanz.

Major Grau?

Just a minute, sir.

Get me CP,
Colonel Sandauer, urgent.

Roadblock four calling CP.
Roadblock four calling CP.

Can you hear me? Over.

Get your hands up.

Hands up.

Colonel Sandauer
on the line, sergeant.

Colonel Sandauer,
there's a Major Grau here.

Wants to see the general.
My orders were...

What? Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

You may pass, Major.

Stop!

Go ahead.

-Well, at least you
have one friend.
-So it would seem.

Hands up!

Keep moving.
Keep moving.

-Have them over here.
-Over here. Over here.

Get back!

Name?

First name?

-Profession?
-Halt! Halt!

Major Grau.
Go ahead, sir.

Wait for me here.

ON RADIO: This is Wehrmacht's
radio unit

assigned to the Reich's
general government of Poland.

This broadcast is coming
to you directly from Warsaw.

A few yards from where I am,
I see General Tanz,
the hero of Leningrad.

He is conducting maneuvers
in the streets of the city.

An entire area is being
temporarily evacuated

in the interest of public
order and safety.

Sector one reports
phase one successful.

Sector three,
no resistance encountered.

Thank you, Sandauer.

The soldiers, of course,
are dedicated
to their commander.

He is a superb
craftsman of war

and his presence
alone inspires men
to extraordinary valor.

The exercise is being
carried out with meticulous
precision according to plan.

The population is extremely
cooperative and friendly.

Sector four reports
phase one operative.

Sector two,
flamethrowers ready to action.

Phase one to continue
until further orders.

Yes, sir.

All sectors, from commanding
general, phase one to continue
until further orders.

Main sector,
flamethrowers ready, sir.

-Go ahead.
-Yes sir.

Forward march.

General Tanz?

A few more minutes.

-Halt!
-Stop!

Get him!

Stop! Fire!

-Sandauer!
-Sir?

-Stand by for phase two.
-Phase two, sir?

Stand by for phase two.

Yes, sir.

Notify all units.
Phase one completed.

-Stand by for phase two.
-Yes, sir.

CP to all sectors,
stand by for phase two.

Phase two!

Phase two.

Yes, sir. Phase two.

Phase two.

Fire!

Fire!

Now the major
may put his questions.

He's gone, sir.

That maniac is blowing up
half the city.

Let's go.

Did you say there was
no real resistance?

No, I was there.

One shot from one sniper,
that was all, and he
blows up the city!

Now, now,
we're not the generals.

It is their business,
you know, not ours.

We're here just
to keep the papers moving.

And yours have arrived.

-Congratulations.
-For what?

You've been promoted
to Lieutenant Colonel.

-Promoted?
-And transferred to Paris
as of this date.

-Lucky fellow.
-Transferred, but why?

Who signed the transfer?

General Gabler, naturally.

-What are you doing?
-I'm going to find out
where the order originated.

-On whose recommendation here.
-Calm down.
I've already checked.

General Kahlenberge.
He recommended your transfer.

-Did he indeed?
-You must have made quite
an impression last night.

It would seem so.
Thank you, Colonel.

-It's just as well, you know.
-That's a matter of opinion.

Above all, Major Grau,
not too much zeal.

I have a zealous nature, sir.
I can't help it.

Yes, Inspector, I was
in Warsaw with General Tanz.

And I have resent those
cheap journalists

who try to make him out to be
some sort of inhuman monster.
He was not.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Inspector, we hire
a lot of foreigners nowadays.

We can't get Germans
anymore, not for real work.

I've seen
General Tanz in the field,
with the wounded, the dying.

He was extraordinary.

Compassionate, gentle.

Do you know that
after Leningrad,

Hitler ordered the General
not to expose himself
to enemy fire.

Of course, he found
this a great hardship.

Generally happy in battle.

-Yes?
-(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Ah, gracias. Gracias.

I'm also learning Spanish.

Well, soon everything
will be automated.

Except the Manager, of course.

And then in July 1944,
we were transferred to Paris.

The Allies were
in Normandy by then

and Hitler ordered us to
stop them in front of Paris.

We nearly did too,
except that the army was
betrayed, as usual.

But we mustn't talk politics.
It's bad for business,
isn't it?

You asked me about Paris.

It was a paradise to us,
particularly after Russia.

I remember that summer
as though it were yesterday.

The empty streets, the heat,
the quiet. Everything cheap.

By the way,
I was in Paris last summer,
and my God, the prices.

When they gave me
my hotel bill,
I couldn't believe it.

But in July '44,
Paris was still our city.

I suppose that's
a tactless thing to say,
but we did love Paris.

In any case,
General Tanz and I were
due to arrive on July 20th.

But at the last moment,
the General decided to come
a few days early.

So, I sent a messenger to
7th Corps headquarters
at Versailles

to say that we would be
in Paris on the 17th.

I think you know why I'm
giving you the exact dates.

As it turned out,
it was a good thing
we arrived when we did.

However, there were those
who were not at all pleased to
learn of our early arrival.

Thank you, that will be all.

-Heil Hitler.
-Heil Hitler.

Oh, I shall be with
General Gabler
in the War Room.

Yes, sir.

What about my pass?
Is it all right?

For God's sake, relax!

Operation Hartmann, phase one,
will begin tomorrow,
18 July, at 09:15

when the
Lance Corporal reports
to the railway station.

-With a car.
-With a car duly requisitioned
from the motor pool.

Phase two, the Lance Corporal
will then meet the secret
consignment from Berlin.

-Then?
-Then phase three.

A 24-hour pass for the
Lance Corporal will begin
tomorrow at noon.

-You've got it?
-Here.

A Corporal and
a General's daughter.

You know, you really are
asking for trouble.

But it's your funeral,
not mine!

OFFICER: The British second
army has been advancing
towards the left,

trying to cut off two of our
panzer divisions from
our main supply route.

During the last 48 hours,
the enemy has succeeded

in crossing the Ohm River,
here and here.

However, we were able
to stop them here,

with help from the
12th SS Panzer Division,

-which is counterattacking
at the moment.
-Well?

-Now what do we do?
-To be precise,
what do you do?

-We. You're in this too.
-General Gabler.

-The field marshal will
see you at 04:00.
-Thank you, major.

I admit that
it's inconvenient for you.

-It's a good deal
more than that.
-Why?

Just why is General Tanz
arriving three days
earlier than was planned?

-You suspect something odd?
-He comes straight
from Hitler.

Isn't that odd enough?

I want to hear this.

The American 1st Army
occupied the town of
Saint-Claude.

Our troops are withdrawing to
new positions south and
southeast of town.

Reinforcements...

General Van Seiditz-Gabler,
General Kahlenberge.

I never had the opportunity
to thank you for my promotion.

I'm sorry. Grau,
Intelligence, Warsaw 1942.

Oh, yes, yes. Good to
see you again, Colonel.

You once had the vision
to transfer me to Paris.

We do our best to give
pleasure, Colonel. Good day.

I understand we're soon
to be joined by General Tanz.

Quite like old times.

Excuse me.
I just wanted to greet you.

General.

-Tiresome fellow.
-Strange, isn't it?

Everybody seems to be aware
that Tanz is coming here.

-I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
-Obviously not.

It's always disagreeable
when the cat gets back

to find the mice
have been playing.

We could, of course,
distract the cat

by suggesting that
he take a few days off
to play a little too.

Particularly after all...

After all that you've been
through, my dear General,

these past few months
in Russia, I know it must have
been perfect hell for you.

I want 4,000 men
by the end of the week.

And you shall have them.
Your Colonel Sandauer

has been working closely
with General Kahlenberge.

We are scraping
the sides of the barrel,
but you'll have 4,000.

-Meanwhile, why don't you
take a few days off?
-Hmm.

Rest a bit, see the
sights of Paris. It's your
first visit. Isn't it?

I want only combat troops,
no decaying old men
or children.

Yes, sir.
We are making good progress,
General Kahlenberge and I.

After all, it may be your
last chance to see Paris.

It may be anyone's
last chance. Such a pity.

A necessity.

But of course. Of course it's
necessary. Stern measures,
the only thing people respect.

All I'm suggesting is that
you leave everything to us.

-A commander does not...
-And your excellent
Colonel Sandauer.

We've arranged a suite
for you at the... Kahlenberge?

-At your hotel.
-At the Excelsior.

You'll have a car, a driver
and whatever else strikes
your fancy.

-One must relax occasionally,
General.
-I can't afford to.

You give me no alternative
but to compel you to
enjoy yourself.

Must I order you?

Because if I must,
I'm afraid I shall have to.

Yes, sir. Evidently,
you are not ready for me.

Very well.

I shall devote one day
to seeing the city.

I shall return to
headquarters at 0800 hours
on the morning of the 19th.

Heil, Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Well, that wasn't so bad.
You now have one day's grace.

We need two, until the 20th.

Come and have dinner with
me and Eleanore tomorrow.
Ulrike's arriving.

This is bad luck.
Naturally, she forgot to say
which train she'd be on.

I assume.

-I assume you are with us now.
-In spirit, of course, but...

You'll have to make up
your mind. Soon.

Making up one's mind is one
thing, speaking it is another.

You worry too much.

Patience is one of the
few virtues that I possess.

At ease.

Sergeant, get me the
military governor's office
on the telephone.

-Corporal?
-Sir.

I have an assignment for you.

Come in.

Get me the military
governor's office.
For General Kahlenberge.

You're to stay with him
every minute of the day.

-24-hour call,
do you understand?
-Yes, sir.

He may want to
go out at night.

Do you know anything which
might interest General Tanz?

Nightclubs or girls,
that sort of thing.

A few, sir.

But I don't really know what
the General's taste is, sir.

Let us hope that whatever it
is, it is not you, Corporal.

However, if it should be,
remember that you're
serving the fatherland.

I'll try to remember, sir.

Should he ask you to take him
to his headquarters,
you are to telephone me.

-Either here or at my hotel.
-Yes, sir.

You'll report to
Colonel Sandauer for
specific instructions.

Sir?

What is it, Corporal?

I'm sorry, but I was supposed
to have a 24-hour leave
starting tomorrow.

That's impossible.

-Could I have one hour free
in the morning, sir?
-No.

Sir.

-Hartmann?
-Sir?

This is important.

All right.
Now, where were we?

Oh, yes. Childhood diseases?

Measles.

I can't remember.
Nothing serious,
I think. Chickenpox.

Bed-wetting?

-No, sir.
-Fear of the dark?

-No, not particularly.
-Venereal disease?

-No, sir.
-Good.

-Now, what about books?
-Books?

-Do you read books?
-Yes, sir, I read books.

-What?
-War and Peace.

Nietzsche, The Decline
of the West.

Books on
psychology, pathology?

No, not much.

Show me your hands.

All right. Now, you'll
have a room assigned to you
in the General's hotel.

He'll want to see
the principal sights of Paris.

You will prepare an itinerary
and submit it to me.

When not in the field,
the General goes to bed
at 11:45.

He seldom drinks or smokes,

so you will probably have
an early evening.

Now, this is my
private number,

-in case you should need me.
-Need you, sir?

If anything out of the
ordinary should happen,
ring me immediately.

-Is that understood?
-Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Incidentally, avoid all
cemeteries, tombs,
any mention of death.

Yes, sir.

-Sir?
-Inspector Morand, please.

Third floor, room 158.

-Who shall I say is here?
-Thank you.
I can find my own way.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Welcome, Colonel Grau,
to the spider's web.

-How did you know it was me?
-What other German Colonel
would enter unannounced?

Almost any SS Colonel would.

Actually, I saw you reflected
in the window.

Impossible, it's too dirty.

-I hope you're not
allergic to dust.
-Old crimes, Colonel.

They generate
a good deal of dust.

Unsolved crimes.

The dust has settled.

We can always unsettle it.

Is that why you came?
Do sit down, Colonel.

I must apologize for the heat,
but it's nearly August,

when most Parisians
leave Paris.

Let's hope Germans have
the good sense to do the same.

Saint-Lo fell to the Allies
this morning.

BBC?

-Coffee?
-No, thank you.

You have dossiers
on everyone, don't you?

On everyone interesting.
German as well as French?

At the specific request
of German Intelligence,

we keep an occasional eye
on interesting Germans.

-Like me?
-I have always found you
interesting.

Thank you.

What about German Generals?

Well, what about them?

Generals are interesting?

Then, to the degree that
they are interesting,
we keep an eye on them too.

Good. Here are the names of
three Generals. I want to
know everything about them.

Everything may be too much.

What specifically
are you looking for?

One of them is a murderer.

Only one?

But murder is the occupation
of Generals.

Let's say what is admirable
on the large scale is
monstrous on the small.

Since we must give medals
to mass murderers,

let us try to give justice
to the small entrepreneur.

Nicely put. I shall be glad
to help you if I can.

I realize that nothing is free
in this world, even
between colleagues.

Especially between colleagues.

In exchange
for your information,

I shall arrange for the
release from prison of
three French resistance.

Thank you.

-Have you a favorite suspect?
-Not really, no.

You see, on the night
of the murder, each General
had something to conceal.

The night of the murder was...

December the 12th,
1942, Warsaw.

And just as I started
my investigation,
I was transferred to Paris.

-By the murderer?
-Possibly.

For two years, I've wanted
to reopen the case.

Now I can. As of today,
all three are in Paris.

General Gabler.

He's very partial to the sort
of girl who was killed.

Oh, a girl.
A crime of passion, as we say.

Passion, yes, but only in the
sense of your distinguished
Marquis de Sade.

Oh, a sex crime, I see.
Is that why this case
excites you?

The girl was also
a German agent.

She may have been killed
because of something she knew.

That's why Kahlenberge
intrigues me the most.

He seems to have
no private life and yet,

he disappears
from time to time.
No one knows where or why.

And General Tanz?

A perfect maniac.

GRAU: I saw him destroy an
entire quarter of Warsaw for
the sheer pleasure of it.

On the Eastern front,
he was known as the Butcher.

He lost most of his division
in Russia.

He revels in death. Which is
why, in a curious way,

I don't think he's the man
I'm looking for.

Anyone who has the
power to destroy a city
whenever he chooses

does not need such minor sport
as killing a girl.

I could be wrong, of course.

-Hartmann?
-Yes.

I'm Sergeant Kopatski,
the General's orderly.

For the time being, that is.

I forgot to take his laces out
before cleaning his shoes
this morning.

For God's sake,
where are your gloves?
You'll get finger marks on it.

-I haven't got gloves.
They never told me.
-Take mine.

These are the General's
holiday rations.

One bottle of cognac,
one Thermos of coffee
at 40 degrees centigrade,

two hundred cigarettes.

Does the General drink?

Like a sponge,
only he never shows it.

Put the briefcase on the
back seat. On the right side.

Whenever he leaves the car,
clean out the ashtrays.

He smokes like a chimney.
Clean everything in sight.

Clean everything out of sight,
including the engine.

If you don't, he'll tear
your head off.

It's now one second to 09:00.

Here he comes.

I've given him full
instructions, sir.

-Name?
-Hartmann, Kurt,
Lance Corporal, sir.

Show the General your hands.

Well, don't stand there like
a fool. Put your gloves on.

He seems to know Paris.

He's prepared an itinerary
of the sights of the city.
I have endorsed it.

-I shall see you tomorrow
morning at headquarters.
-Yes, General.

Sergeant Kopatski
is relieved as my orderly.

This morning he smeared
polish on my shoelaces.

-Fourteen days confined
to barracks.
-Yes, General.

We've just passed
the Place Vendome, sir.

The column is 142 feet high
and was erected in 1810.

It's made of bronze from 1200
cannon captured at Austerlitz.

There's a statue of Napoleon
on the top.

In front of us, sir,
the Tuileries Gardens.

The Tuileries Palace
used to be in the
middle of the gardens.

In 1792, at the time
of the French Revolution,

the Paris mob attacked
the palace,

forcing the king and queen
to escape.

It was burned down in...

in 1871.

We are now coming
into Place de la Concorde.

One of the most beautiful
squares in Paris.

It was here, in the middle
of the square

that Louis XVI
and Marie-Antoinette

were beheaded
during the revolution.

The guillotine was there,
in the center,
where the obelisk is now.

-Keep your eye
on the road, Corporal.
-Yes, sir.

-Fraulein Gabler?
-Yes.

I'm Sergeant Kopke from your
father's headquarters.

How did they know
which train I was on?

They didn't.

May I?

You see,
I'm Hartmann's cousin.

We got no secrets,
Hartmann and me.
More like brothers, really.

-He's all right, isn't he?
-All right? Never better.

No, it's just at the last
moment he was assigned
to drive General Tanz.

Only for today. That's
why he couldn't meet you.

Well, how are things
in the fatherland?

Any cities left
after all the bombing?

A few, yes, here and there.

There's one
good thing about Paris.
It's an open city, no bombs.

I hate bombs.

This way, Fraulein Gabler.
I have a car for you
just outside.

I'll take you
to your father's hotel.
Hartmann's staying there too.

With General Tanz,
just for tonight.

So I suppose you'll run
into him sooner or later,
in the lobby or something.

The gallery is shut
to the public, sir.

But special permission
has been granted for you
to see the paintings.

Most of them have been
confiscated and assembled here
before being sent to Germany.

General Tanz.
You've been notified.

Yes, Corporal.
Here's all the information.

On your right, sir,
paintings by Boucher,

the 18th-century
French master.

All these paintings
have been selected
for Reichsmarschall Goering.

What's in there?

Paintings requisitioned from
private collections by ordrer
of the Reichsmarschall.

What kind of paintings?

Modern, sir,
and some impressionists.

Decadent?

I suppose so, sir.

Light.

Toulouse-Lautrec, Le Divan.

Renoir, Nude, painted in 1910.

Gauguin, On the Beach,
from his Tahitian period.

Another Nude by Renoir.

Soutine, Le Garcon d'etage.

Degas, The Tub,
painted in 1886.

Van Gogh,
Vincent, Self-Portrait.

Sometimes called
Vincent in Flames,

painted while in an insane
asylum during the
last years of his life.

Here, sir,
a painting by Cezanne.

How dare you touch me?

Excuse me, sir, but...

Never do that again!

I thought that General Gabler
was going to join us
for lunch.

Nowadays, General Gabler
does not eat lunch.

Really? That could prove
injurious to his health.

Yes. Yes, I've told him.
However, once...

Once the exercise
is completed, he will
join us at every meal.

He may not be invited then.

Shall we go to the garden?

We've had particularly
good luck with the roses
this season.

-It's a very beautiful place
you have here, sir
-Thank you, General.

We have spent two delightful
summers here.
I shall regret leaving it.

Hitler is now at his
headquarters in Rastenburg.

If all goes well,
the day after tomorrow

at approximately 01:30 in the
afternoon, he will be dead.

If I may say so,
we hope he will be dead.

Look at that! These damn
beetles. They're everywhere.

Sir, how do we know
that Hitler won't change
his plans at the last minute?

Twice this month we were
ready for him, but he was not
ready for us.

What if something
goes wrong, sir?

You'll all be
executed, Colonel.

I imagine the Gestapo have
most of our names already.

-This is our last chance.
-This is also our last
chance militarily.

The Allies will be across
the Rhine before winter.
It is now or never.

Fortunately, we are not
as alone as we once were.

We have the support of the
greatest soldier in Germany.

-Field Marshal Rommel.
-Rommel?

This will make all the
difference to the army.

Rommel is getting even more
popular than Hitler.

Rommel is even almost
a better General.

It is our plan
to make him President
of the German Republic.

At the moment,
Field Marshal Rommel is
touring the Western front,

but when we need him,
he will join us here.

Try to hold this position
one more day.

That is, assuming the
reinforcements arrive in time.

Excuse me, sir.

An urgent dispatch for you.

The enemy has broken the line
in the vicinity of Coutance.

Do what you can.

Be careful on the roads,
Field Marshal.

The enemy has
complete command of the air.

General von Eisenbeck is
on his way to Rastenburg
to report to the Fuhrer.

Tell the Fuhrer the SS would
rather die than fail him.

I shall tell him, General.

I'll stop overnight
in Livarot. Tomorrow
I'll be at headquarters.

And after that, sir?
Where can you be reached?

Who knows?

On the 20th,
I may be in Paris.

You shouldn't have
mentioned the date.

The date means nothing. Yet.

I still think you should wait
before you commit yourself.

-I am committed.
-You realize that
if they fail,

you'll be shot as a traitor.

But I am a traitor,

a traitor to a madman.

Who is still the supreme
Commander you once
obeyed and admired.

When a Commander goes mad,
he forfeits his right to
supremacy.

We have little choice.
If we don't remove him now,

we shall be thought of
as traitors to the fatherland.

If we do remove him now,
history may one day call us
patriots, heroes.

No matter what happens,
I'm afraid we shall
be misjudged.

You're probably right.
But at least I hope
you'll be cautious.

It's too late for caution.
The war's lost.
We must surrender.

But if he survives?
He'll never surrender.

His kind of madman never does.

He wants the bodies of every
German man, woman and child

to feed on the funeral pyre
on which he himself
will eventually die

in Wagnerian glory.

I intend to deny him
that glory.

I intend...

Enemy planes on our left,
Field Marshal.
They've seen us.

Take cover!
Drive off the road, quick!

-I'm sorry, Madam,
I was delayed.
-What's happened?

-Field Marshal Rommel
has been wounded.
-Oh, no.

How serious is it?

He's in coma. They don't think
he'll live through the night.

-This is terrible.
-How did it happen?

Normally. That is to say,
his car was strafed
by Allied aircraft.

-In that case,
this is the end.
-I don't agree.

Are you mad?
There are other Generals.

Yes, of course. It isn't
the end, not by any means.

But a definite setback,
you must admit that.

Madam, I can't stay.
You must forgive me.

-Ulrike, welcome to Paris.
-It's always good to see
the good General.

Good night, General.

This thing can't work.
You don't have Rommel.

You do have Tanz returning
to duty tomorrow.

-Only a miracle can
help you now.
-Then help with the miracle.

Keep Tanz away from
headquarters tomorrow.

I shall do my best, of course.

But remember, if things
do go wrong, you will all
need a friend.

Someone who is uncontaminated.

That's why I think it best
for everybody

if I appear neutral
and bide my time.

Don't force me to break my
neck by jumping the fence,

when I can stay usefully alive
by sitting on it.

You see what I mean?

Yes, I see what you mean.

An adequate restaurant.

Very clean.

Shall I drive you back
to your hotel, sir?

Why?

I thought you might be tired.

Yes.

Tell me, Corporal, are
the sights of Paris confined

-to those which stimulate
the intellect and stomach?
-By no means, sir.

Then we must be thorough.

You will report to me here
in precisely 30 minutes.

-Oh, and, Corporal.
-Yes, sir.

You will wear
civilian clothes.

You will get them
from the hall porter.

Et toi?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I am thirsty.

When a man is silent,
it's because he's shy
or because he has suffered.

You are too good-looking
to need to be shy.

If you have suffered,

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I can help you forget
your suffering.

Evidently, you have not
suffered enough.

At 07:30, you have to wake me.

Bath water, 31 degrees.
Breakfast to consist of four
raw eggs, two slices of toast,

coffee, one ounce of brandy.

-Yes, sir.
-Good night, Corporal.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

-Hello, can I speak to
Fraulein.
-Kurt.

-Remember me?
-Yes, the queen of Poland.

Mm-hm. Back from exile.

-I thought of this so often.
-Is it how you thought
it would be?

Hello!

But, sir, I...

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

-Damn!
-General Tanz?

Colonel Sandauer. He wants
me to sleep downstairs
in Tanz's suite.

Don't.

No, I won't.

-You're the same.
-Am I?

Mm.

-Except I'm not really
the same.
-Why? What's different?

I don't know exactly.

You tell me, all right?
I think you're the only one
who can.

Yes, I'll tell you.

You have to go?

Mm. Or be shot.

Don't be shot, ever.

You mustn't worry.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Who knows where we'll
be tomorrow.

I'm sorry. Where do we meet?

Look,

go to this place at 07:00.

If I'm not there, ask for
Raymonde. It's quite safe.

Can you wait until seven?

No.

Neither can I.

Go quickly.

Kurt.

We don't have very good luck,
do we?

That's why it's
got to get better.

Good night.

Good night.

(KNOCKING)
Who is it?

-Corporal Hartmann, sir.
-What?

Colonel Sandauer phoned, sir.
He said I was to sleep here.

Yes.

-Who is it?
-It's me, sir.

Yes.

With your breakfast, sir.

My coffee black, two thirds
of a cup, no sugar.

Yes, sir.

The bath water was 32 degrees,
one degree too hot.

I'm sorry, sir.

I've put out your
uniform, sir.

Corporal.

Yes, sir?

Anything to tell me?

No, sir. Nothing, sir.

-All is well, then?
-Yes, sir.

-I insist on absolute
frankness, Corporal.
-Yes, sir.

Well...

Well, I hope the General
had a good time last night.

After all, we're in Paris,
and the General is on leave.

-That has nothing
to do with you!
-No, sir.

-Your job is to carry out
orders, nothing else matters.
-Yes, sir.

What was your profession?

Music. I studied piano, sir.

There are some booklets
over there. I don't know
how they came here.

Probably the hall porter
brought them up for me.

I should like to see
those paintings today.

I want you to arrange it
for me, Hartmann.

-But, sir, I...
-Yes?

Forgive me, sir, but you did
say you were returning to
duty this morning.

-I shall take another
day of rest.
-Yes, sir.

The whole business
disgusts me, but even I must
relax once in a while.

It's like the
natural functions.

Revolting but inevitable.

Whatever you say, sir.

You'll be happy to know
General Tanz is not returning
to duty until tomorrow.

-Oh, really?
-Miracles do happen from
time to time.

Come in.

-Excuse me, General, sir.
-Yes.

The office of the military
Governor just rang, sir.
They want you to report to

-headquarters immediately.
-Thank you.

-What is that about?
-Can't you guess?

-What's in there?
-The modern paintings.

You remember, sir.
The ones you wanted to see.

Decadent art?

Well, yes, sir.

Toulouse-Lautrec, Le Divan.

Renoir, Nude, painted in 1910.

Gauguin...

-Colonel Grau?
-Yes.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Colonel Grau.

A private room?

It's been a long time since
I've seen such indecent luxury
in the middle of the day.

Nothing is too good
for us, Colonel.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Tres bien.

We must give the red wine
a chance to breathe.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Don't worry about the maitre
d'hotel. He's one of my men.

I think the wine waiter's
one of ours.

Let's hope the cook's neutral.

-A little white wine?
-Thank you.

All we need is two ballet
girls to complete the decor.

Sex and great cuisine do not
mix. Either one or the other.

Today, it is the other.
Tomorrow...

I'll find you the girls.

Now, what have you found
for me?

Something extraordinary.

What?

There will be another murder,
and it involves
one of your Generals.

-Which one?
-Kahlenberge.

Go on.

I shouldn't tell you this.

Why not?

Because as a Frenchman,
I approve, in a way,
of what he's doing.

You approve?

Of murder?

Of this murder.

He is part of a plot
to kill Hitler.

My dear friend, there have
been a dozen plots to kill
Hitler since the war began.

Not on this scale.
Half the Generals
in Paris are involved.

-I know.
-You know? How?

The same way that I know
your code name

in the French Resistance
is "Abelard."

-More wine?
-Please.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mmm, admirable.

If the plot succeeds,
I should be able to confess

that I've always preferred
Burgundy to Rhine wine.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Did you find anything else,
you know, of a private nature?

Amazing.

I tell you about a plot to...

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I tell you about a plot,
and you show no interest.

But if I can help you solve
the murder of a whore,
you are delighted.

I've no sense of proportion.
It's been pointed
out to me before.

Colonel Grau, if...

Excuse me.

If the Generals kill Hitler,
the war will end.

You have more faith in them
than I do.

When things were going well,
the Generals enjoyed the war
quite as much as Hitler.

Now that we're losing, they
want to save their own skins.

That's natural, but...

Inspector, I'm interested
in just one General
who killed a girl

and thought, because he was
a General, he could play God
in bed as well as in battle.

Well, I'm going to demonstrate
to him that he is not God.

And that you are?

My madness is on a smaller,
more secular scale.

I simply want to see
justice done.

Now, what have you found for
me about the other Generals?

You are astonishing.

Do you really think so?
I always thought we were
rather alike.

Yes, only I am cautious.

There is not much to go on.

Tanz seems to have
no human interests.

Takes to the bottle from
time to time.
Bit of a voyeur, I should say.

Gabler is something
of a sexual athlete.

He picks up girls
in the Bois de Boulogne,

but as far as we know,
he hasn't tried to kill one.

Kahlenberge has been too busy
with the plot, as I said.

All relevant details are here.

Not much to go on.

But here, the release
of your three Frenchmen.

Thank you.

Colonel, if I can ever
help you

-in any way...
-Information?

Of course, but I meant...

Well, the Allies
will be here soon.

Paris will be French again.
You may need help.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Oh, come in, general.

General.

-Is there any news?
-Nothing yet.

We are expecting some
at any moment.

The military governor
of France.

I am sorry to call you here
at such short notice.

Some of you are strangers
to one another.

However, consider
yourselves introduced.

We are all in this together,
and we must proceed quickly.

First, then.

Tomorrow, at approximately
1300 hours, if all goes well,

we shall receive from Berlin
the code word "Valkyrie."

That one word, Valkyrie,
will mean

that Hitler is dead and that
there is a new government.

We shall then proceed
to the arrest

of every SS and
Gestapo officer in
the greater Paris area.

You, general,
will be responsible for
the arrest of all SS officers.

Yes, sir.

What are the orders, sir,
in case of resistance?

In case of resistance,
shoot to kill.

You will also see
to the Gestapo.

-Colonel.
-Sir?

You will take charge of all
telephone communications.

Major.

You will see to
the military radio.

All news programs
will be monitored by us.

General Kahlenberge,

you will arrange for the
disarming of the Nibelungen
Division at Cormet

and for the arrest
of General Tanz.

Corporal!

-Yes, sir?
-Would you care for a cognac?

-But I'm on duty, sir.
-You may still sit.

Thank you, sir.

My bill. Anything you want?

-I'll take a Vichy water, sir.
-Vichy!

You've been a satisfactory
orderly and companion.

-Thank you, sir.
-Except for the bath water
this morning.

I'm sorry, sir.

Have you telephoned
Colonel Sandauer yet?

No, sir, I haven't.

Any conclusions you may have
drawn from my behavior
are false and dangerous.

Define the term
"decadent art."

Well, sir, it's a matter
of interpretation.

Technically speaking,
to be decadent is to be

weak, diminished
in energy, sterile.

I don't personally think
the paintings we saw
are decadent.

But then, I don't really
know what decadence is,
not officially anyway.

I do think that, as art,
those paintings go deep.

They tell us things we don't
know about ourselves.

They act as a mirror,
I suppose,

to things we don't
normally see reflected.

Do you have a girl?

-Yes, sir.
-Sit down.

Do you have a picture of her?

No, sir.

This is my first leave
for years, Hartmann.

And I was ordered to take it.
Ordered.
What do you think of that?

It must have been
an agreeable order, sir.

Not altogether, Hartmann,
but orders are to be obeyed.

That goes for generals
as well as lance corporals.

Yes, sir.

Tell me,

when it comes to
the final choice,
who is more important,

you or I?

A general is more important
than a corporal, sir.

Of course. Never forget that,
no matter what happens.

Give me your wallet, corporal.

I shall take a short walk.

You have good taste.

Pay the bill
and leave an adequate tip.

When I return,
I may wish to study further
details of Parisian nightlife.

Yes, sir.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

And a large cognac.

Mademoiselle?

Is Raymonde...

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Monsieur Raymonde.

Raymonde is a girl's name.
To be precise, it's mine.

I'm sorry, Corporal Hartmann
didn't have time to explain.

-Oh, you must be Ulrike.
-Yes.

He told me about you. Come.

Sit down.

Here, that's his table
in the corner.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I think I should warn you,
Germans don't come here
very often.

-Not welcome?
-What do you think?

Yes, not welcome. I'm sorry.

But Hartmann comes.
He's different.

One day, I shall probably
be shot by the resistance
for liking him.

But people are people.

Well, you must know him
quite well.

I would have known him well
if he hadn't met you first.

Don't worry, I don't anymore.

(CHATTERING)
(ACCORDION MUSIC)

Bon soir.

Well, you've come back, huh?

Changed your mind, probably?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Anything you say.

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

Papers, please.
Quick! Come on!

That's all we need.

Stay where you are!
All of you! Quick! Over there!
Get them!

All exits to be blocked!

Halt! Halt!

Everybody is under arrest.
Get them all out of here.

This place is to be closed
until further order.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Corporal.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

There is a girl inside
at the bar, a blond,

speaking to the barman.

You will ask her
to come with you.

Yes, sir.

-Excuse me.
-Yes?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

It's been a long time since
I've met someone with
a chauffeur.

Well, finally.

Tell him where you live.

Rue Leandre, near Sacre Coeur.
You know where it is?

Yes.

Later.

Take your time.
Whenever you want.

Over there, the house on
the corner, on your left.

Park on the other side
of the street.

-On which floor do you live?
-Second, in the front.

You know, he's awfully sweet.
Can't he come too?

Three's company, as they say.

No, I suppose not.
Well, I'll go ahead.

Keep your eye on the window.
I may need you.

Yes, sir.

All right, Fraulein Gabler,
go ahead.

Corporal.

Come up here.

Yes, sir?

Come in.

Look in there.

Here.

Drink.

You are a sensitive young man.

You're mad.

On the contrary, I'm in
full command of my reason.

Relaxed, alert,
ready for duty.

Ready to be arrested
for murder!

Are you going to kill me too?

I hope I shan't have to.

Today, I asked you
who was more important,
a general or a corporal,

and you answered, "General."
Of course, I agreed with you.

But when the general should be
hanged for a filthy,
bloody murder...

Then the corporal
must hang in his place.

-But I can prove...
-What?

What can you prove, corporal?

That you picked her up
in a nightclub?
Because I didn't.

Why should anyone think
I did it?

That your fingerprints
are on a brandy glass.

Because mine aren't.

That your identity disk
was found in her room.

Because mine won't be.

You must have planned all this
from the beginning.

You're not going
to prove anything, corporal.

You're going to disappear.

I shall say nothing
till tomorrow morning,

when you fail
to report for duty,

-and are listed as a deserter.
-What if I refuse?

I shall kill you.

Then I shall tell the police
that you stole the car,

that I followed you,
you came here and
killed the girl.

Do you think anyone's
gonna believe you?

Naturally. I'm a general.

I'm assuming, of course,

a dead body like this
will attract a certain amount
of attention,

quite unjustifiably,
in my view.
After all, who was she?

A whore.

At the end of her life,
she did serve
a certain purpose.

We've spent two interesting
and enjoyable days together.

I don't want to blow
your handsome head to pieces.

Get away from here, Hartmann,
as far as possible.

Go to ground somewhere.

Here's money,
and you can take the car.

You're in civilian clothes.
And you have nearly
the whole night ahead of you.

Now go quickly. Leave Paris.

Survive.

Why?

Why?

Must you have an explanation?

It happened, that's all.

I've no doubt

there are many reasons,
but it was the war that...

Is your experience of death
really so limited?

Our age has witnessed
millions of deaths
more terrible than hers.

They're natural phenomena
beyond our control.

Now, either you make
a run for it, or I kill you.

Are you mad enough to think
you'll get away with this?

I already have.

You're the one whose life
is in jeopardy.

Go!

Go!

Yes? Yes.

-Who wants to speak to her?
-Give me the telephone,
Mother.

I'm sorry. If you won't give
me your name, you cannot speak
to my daughter.

You shouldn't have
done that, Mother.

Obviously one of your
nightclub acquaintances.

You should've let me
speak to him!

He'll call back in the morning
if he's a gentleman.

Which I doubt,
knowing your habits.

You've become a savage!

What else? I'm your daughter.

So much the worse for me.

At least I'm alive again.

-Oh, Kahlenberge.
-Yes.

-I shall be gone all day.
-Gone where?

To the country. Barbizon.
I promised Eleanore.

A lovely place.

There's a splendid
restaurant there.
You should try it sometime.

I won't be back until evening.
By which time,
it will all be over.

One way or another, yes.

Don't look so glum.

Anyway, the, um...

The exercise has
already begun, hasn't it?

Yes.

About this time,
our man should be approaching

the third checkpoint
at Rastenburg.

KAHLENBURGE: He's carrying a
briefcase containing 4 pounds
of dynamite

and an automatic
triggering device.

Around 1:00, Hitler will meet
with the generals
and with our man.

The cement walls of the bunker
will intensify the explosion.

Nobody in that room
will survive.

Ah, Von Stauffenberg.

-You here for the 1:00 meeting
-Yes, sir.

Just arrived from Berlin.

I was about to report, but...

Slight change in plan.
We're meeting in the hut,
at 12:30.

-Oh, good.
-This way.

Berlin, you lucky devil.
This place is like a monastery
at Lent.

It's perfect hell.

Over there.

Here.

It was found in the bedroom.

"Hartmann, Kurt. Corporal."

I don't believe it.
I mean, it's too obvious,
too convenient.

-What else?
-We have found fingerprints...

On a piece of brandy glass,
as well as on the doorknob.

-We are checking on them.
-Who was the woman?

Monique Demours,
professional prostitute.

Left a bar called Le Paradis
at about 11:30

with a young German
in civilian clothes.

She's been dead
since midnight at least...

Company B.

Seventh Corps headquarters.

That's General Gabler's
command. I'll phone you
later, inspector.

-Colonel.
-Yes?

Don't go there.
Not today, of all days.

Any day's a good day
to catch a murderer.

-Even doomsday?
-Particularly doomsday.

Our strategic withdrawal
from Saint-Lo has made it
possible, my Fuhrer,

for us to drive a wedge
into the enemy front
right here,

in the vicinity of Mortain.

-If we succeed...
-It's all right, thank you.

We shall be in a position to
break through here,
to Avranches,

and to cut off
the American 3rd Army
from their 1st Army

and from the British.

Two of our panzer
elite divisions,

The 12th SS Panzer Divisions,

and the 21st Panzer Division,

as well as the 346th
Infantry Division
are moving west

to reinforce
our positions here.

As per your orders, my Fuhrer,
the 5th
Parachute Division...

I'm expecting a telephone call
from Berlin, urgent.
Be right back.

Now, according to dispatches
just received from
the Eastern front

our troops had to retreat
from their positions.

The enemy is attacking
on the whole front here

between Lublin
and Brest-Litovsk.

Further south,
the Romanian 3rd Army under
the command of General Riesner

is facing 90 enemy
infantry divisions.

As soon as I know anything,
I'll call you.

Yes, of course I will.

What? It's...

12:42.

It's a bit early.

Right.

General, last night,
there was another murder.

You and your damn murders.

Can't you understand there are
more important things in the
world than murdered whores?

Yes, of course, sir,

but one of your men,
Lance Corporal Hartmann
is missing.

Do you know anything
about him?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Oh, yes, sir.

No, I've heard nothing, sir.

Of course. As soon
as I hear, I'll call you.

Thank you, sir.

I shall be brief, sir,
Lance Corporal Hartmann...

Is missing.
Yes, I know. He wasn't
a wholehearted soldier.

I imagine he has deserted.

What time is it?

12:42 sir.

12:42.

Yes.

Yes.

Here, the enemy is driving
with strong forces west of...

Colonel von Stauffenberg
is next.
He'll be back in a minute.

Nobody could live
through that.
Back to Berlin.

Quick!

Rastenburg calling Berlin.
Rastenburg calling Berlin.

I haven't seen Hartmann
since I assigned him as driver
to General Tanz two days ago.

-Was he with General Tanz
last night?
-Yes, of course he was.

And in fact, it was Tanz
who reported his desertion.

General Tanz.

Kahlenberge!
Valkyrie. Repeat, Valkyrie.

I have just received
a message.

-Valkyrie.
-My God.

It is official,
Hitler is dead. There is
a new government in Berlin.

We shall now proceed
according to plan.

You, Colonel,
will begin the disarming
of the Nibelungen Division.

-Yes, sir.
-There may be resistance.

-We're ready.
-The divisional barracks must
be sealed off by 1400 hours.

Yes, sir.

You, major, will now break
communication between division
headquarters and the outside.

Yes, sir.

At precisely 1430 hours,
you will arrest General Tanz.

Here's a warrant for
his arrest, signed by
the military governor.

-The charge is treason.
-Yes, general.

Proceed carefully,
General Tanz is...

I know what he is, general.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Headquarters of the Nibelungen
Division at Cormet.

-Yes, sir.
-Make it fast.

Yes, sir.

Mueller, get Colonel Hinkel
on the radio.

Third and 4th Battalions
are to be moved to Cormet.

-Rendezvous at 1345 hours.
-Yes, sir.

Come with me.

RADIO: Urgent message to
all members of the Wehrmacht.

The military governor of
France has confirmed the death
of the Fuhrer at Rastenburg.

Officers of the SS are now
being detained in the interest
of national security.

Halt!

Colonel Grau to see
General Tanz. Urgent.

Your papers, sir.

Thank you, Colonel.
Heil Hitler.

Halt!

-Your papers, please.
-Here.

Thank you, sir. Go ahead.

We repeat the message from
the office of the military
governor of France.

Adolf Hitler is dead.
Members of his staff
are under arrest.

The new government at Berlin
will shortly make
an announcement.

Meanwhile, those of us
in sector three will carry out
our appointed tasks.

Hello. Hello, operator?

Operator!

Sergeant, what's happened
to the direct line?

The line's been cut.

-What?
-Sandauer!

-Sir?
-Where's my call to Berlin?

The line has been cut, sir,
according to the Colonel.

Then use the radio.
Put it through to my office.

Yes, sir. Sergeant, get me
Berlin on the radio and put it
through the general's office.

-General Tanz.
-Yes.

In Warsaw, two years ago,

I wanted to question you
about the murder of Maria
Kupiecka, remember?

Who cut the telephone wires?

There's a new government in
Berlin, and you're
to be arrested

in exactly 15 minutes
for treason.

But I'm here to arrest you
for murder.

-Sandauer!
-Sir?

-Are we through to Berlin?
-Not yet, sir.

Last night...

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Last night, as you know,
there was another murder.

In the Rue Leandre.
It was identical
to the Warsaw murder.

Corporal Hartmann,
your driver...

This is Berlin. We are
transmitting the following
most important message

from the Fuhrer's headquarters
at Rastenburg.

Today at 1240 hours,
an attempt to assassinate
the Fuhrer was made

by a group of
vicious traitors!
The Fuhrer is alive!

The assassin's bomb
hardly touched him.

It wounded, however, a number
of members of
the Fuhrer's staff.

-The circle of conspirators...
-Sandauer!

-Sir?
-Switch the broadcast

-to loudspeakers in courtyard.
-Yes, sir!

LOUDSPEAKER: And above all,
nothing in common
with Germans.

Now, Colonel,

which of us
has committed treason?

I'm not interested
in treason, general.

I'm interested in murder.

Today, someone attempted
to murder the Fuhrer.

That should be your
sole concern at this moment.

Where were you last night,
general, between 11
and two AM?

Seig Heil! Seig Heil!
Seig Heil!

He came here to arrest me
for treason.

Sergeant!

-Yes, sir?
-Take him away.

All combat units to proceed
immediately to headquarters

of the military governor
of France.

Yes, sir.

You are to arrest
the entire headquarters staff.

Yes, general.

I myself will arrest
the governor.

For treason.

Good morning.
This way, please. This way.

General Kahlenberge?

-Yes?
-I'm Inspector Morand
with Interpol.

-How do you do?
-May I come with you, please?

Arriving from Dusseldorf,
Lufthansa flight 761,
gate number eight.

I left Paris on July the 20th,

somewhat hurriedly,
as you might imagine,

and surrendered
to the Americans. Porter.

And General Gabler?

General Gabler survived,
as always.
Two cases, both gray.

Pan American?
In about five minutes, sir.

I seem to spend more
time waiting for baggage
than traveling.

I've been on the move
a lot this year.

Since May the 12th,
to be exact.

-Yes.
-General, the morning of...

If you don't mind,
nowadays I prefer
my civilian title.

The morning of July
the 20th, 1944,
Colonel Grau came to see you.

Colonel Grau?

Oh, yes! I remember!

Amazing. It's those murders,
isn't it?

I'll never forget, when
the whole world was tumbling
about our ears,

there was Colonel Grau,
mad as a hatter, trying
to solve his little murders.

Colonel Grau was my friend.
When I was in
the French Resistance,

he was helpful.

And now you want to solve
the murders for him.

-You are perceptive.
-Isn't it a little late in
the day?

Colonel Grau always felt
that any day is a good day
to catch a murderer.

The last time I saw him,
he was on his way
to your headquarters.

Yes, that's right.
He wanted to know
about one of my men.

-A Corporal Hartmann.
-Then you do recall the case?

Yes, vividly.
Corporal Hartmann
disappeared on the 20th.

He'd been assigned as
General Tanz's driver for
two days, and during that...

-General Tanz's driver?
-Yes.

-Your baggage is here.
-Thank you, general.

Sorry, Herr Kahlenberge.
Thank you very much.

"Schussnigg, Willi, 48,
plasterer, born in Hamburg.

"Convicted of four separate
sexual misdemeanours
involving prostitutes.

"On parole since
January 1965."

On the night of May the 12th,
where were you?

Here, sir, in Hamburg.

Picture!

Picture.

Did you know this girl?

I say, did you know this girl?

Yes, sir.
That's Erika Mueller.

Do you know where she is now?

She's dead, sir.

I read it in the papers.
Last week.

How did she die?

Well, they said...
The papers said she was found
in a hotel room...

-Cut to pieces.
-She was killed.

By a man who picked her up
in the Blue Harbor Bar.

Were you in the Blue
Harbor Bar that night?

-No, sir. I wasn't, sir.
-Yes, he was! I saw you!

You talked to her.
You talked to Erika at
the bar!

-Didn't he?
-Yes, I saw him too!

That's a lie!

-I never spoke to her!
-Did you speak to her,
yes or no?

Well, maybe, sir.

I offered her a drink,
but that's all.

You see, I talk to everybody.

He's the one who
left with her!
He killed her! He's the one!

I didn't go with her!
I didn't kill her!

I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!

-All right.
-At what time did you...

I'm sorry, Inspector Hauser,
but I must see you at once.
It's urgent.

-Continue the interrogation.
-Yes, sir.

At what time
did you leave the bar?

I don't know. Between 10, 11.

The girl's positive
that he's the one who left
with Erika Mueller.

He may have left with her,
but he didn't kill her.

You still believe that the man
who killed Erika is
the same one

who killed that girl in Paris
over 20 years ago?

And the one in Warsaw too.

The murderer's signature
is unmistakable.

The state of the bodies,
the absence of clues.

But who was in Hamburg
a few days ago,

who was also in Paris
22 years ago

and in Warsaw in 1942?

Maybe...

-Maybe Corporal Hartmann?
-Who no longer exists.

Or... General Tanz, who does?

General Tanz? He's in prison,
isn't he? A war criminal.

According to my information,
he was in prison until
last March,

when he was released.
Could you check on that?

And if it's true,
on his recent movements?

You understand
this is most confidential.

Of course. Now...

Now we must
find Corporal Hartmann.

That is, if he's still alive.
He is the key to
what happened.

But how are you going to
find him? You know
we've tried everything.

INSPECTOR: His parents
are dead.

You saw his cousin Otto,
who won't talk about him.

So who else is there?
Who else would know
where he is?

Inspector Morand?

What can I do for you?

Excuse me, madam.
I would like to see
your daughter.

My daughter? But why do you
want to see my daughter?

To ask her some questions
about someone

I believe she knew in Paris,
during the war.

Eleanore.

-Excuse me.
-Chief Inspector Morand
from Paris.

My husband.

Always happy to meet
one of our French allies.

-Thank you.
-He wants to talk to Ulrike.

You see me at my labours.
I'm writing my memoirs.

They should be most rewarding.

-General, if...
-You are kind.

But then, I've always felt
that even in war, gentlemen,

though they may be on opposing
sides, still have much
in common.

It was everyone's misfortune
that Hitler was not
a gentleman.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose not.
And now...
And now, General, I...

-He wants to talk to Ulrike.
-Yes.

My daughter lives in
the country.

-She never comes here.
-No, thank you.

Young people are so different
nowadays, aren't they?

-Yes. But where does she...
-Not like us.

Our generation believed
in being happy, didn't we?

Oh, yes, yes. Happy.

I do wish we could help you,
but... Well, how can we?

She's not here.

So nice to have met you.

Good day, Inspector.

I'll show you out.

At present, I'm describing
the July plot to kill Hitler.

So difficult to tell
what really happened.

Hilda!

Lately there's been a tendency
to make excuses for Hitler,

which means I shall
have to be somewhat cautious.

We don't want to open
old wounds, do we?

Of course not.

Particularly now that so many
of the war criminals
are at liberty.

Like General Tanz?

Exactly.

A 20-year sentence is
a bit much for a soldier
who simply obeyed orders,

like the rest of us,
but politically, he was
inclined to be rather extreme.

-If you know what I mean.
-Yes, I do.

Fortunately, he seems
to be leading a quiet life.

Oh, quite the contrary.

Next week will be
the 25th anniversary
of the Nibelungen Division.

Tanz is coming out of
retirement to be their guest
of honor and spokesman.

Like our government,
I take a most
dim view of that.

This way, please.

You must have noticed,
my daughter and my wife
are not on good terms.

In fact, they haven't spoken
to one another since the war.

That's sad.

I myself only see my daughter
once or twice a year.

And very briefly at that.
She lives on a farm
near Munich.

We meet in a railway station,
with her child.

It's the only way I can
get to see my grandson.

-Your daughter is married?
-Yes.

To a farmer named Luckner.

GABLER: She was never the
same after the war, poor girl.

Something happened to her,
I don't know what.

It's hard to help children,
isn't it?

Particularly if one's wife...

Well, it was impossible
after Paris.

Anyway, that's all I see
of her. But why do you
wish to see her?

In Paris, many years ago,
she knew a young man.

I told you, I haven't seen
Hartmann since the war.

Mrs. Luckner,
you are the only person
who can tell us.

I don't know if Hartmann
is still alive, but if he is,

for his sake,
for everyone's sake,
I implore you, help me.

I'm sorry, I don't know
where he is.

Too bad. Particularly
for Hartmann.

Goodbye, madam.

Monsieur Morand!
Wait a moment.

It's good to see you here,
general. This way, please.

Officers! Ladies.
Quiet, please, quiet.

Of course, it's only natural
for all of us to be happy
to see General Tanz.

Free again!

And to know
that our leader in war

is with us again on this...
On this wonderful occasion!

Now, let me welcome
you all to this reunion.

An occasion for us all
to think back
to those extraordinary years,

when we were young
and had a cause to live for!

And if necessary, to die for!

Now, before continuing,

I'm sure you all remember
our old marching song.

(CLAPPING)

Excuse me, sir.

On the night of May the 12th,
someone left
the Blue Harbor Bar

in Hamburg with Erika Mueller,
a prostitute.

At 11:45, he took her
to the St. Pauli Hotel,
where he murdered her.

Identification.

Inspector Hauser,
Hamburg Police.

While Chief Inspector Morand
is with Interpol.

On the night of December
the 12th, 1942, in Warsaw,

the same man murdered
another prostitute,
Maria Kupiecka.

Evidence of his guilt
was first assembled
by Colonel Grau.

Does the name ring a bell?

A remarkable man.

He was obsessed
with a strange craving
for absolute justice.

I am unable to share
your enthusiasm.

He was a traitor.
Is that why you shot him?

-You are wasting my time.
-On the night of
July 19, 1944 in Paris,

I was involved in
the investigation of
the murder of a prostitute.

-In the Rue Leandre.
-What has any of this
to do with me?

Warsaw, Paris, Hamburg.

You were in all three places.
Need I say more?

No, you've said quite enough.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

These are theories,
and theories are not evidence.

I agree with you there.

Nothing I have said so far
is capable of proof.

Precisely. Except that
in Paris,

there was a witness.
Bring in Luckner!

-Bring in Luckner!
-Luckner!

You should have
killed me, general.

This man will testify
at your trial. A public trial.

I'm sure you know
what that means, Tanz.

I should think that even
your most devoted admirers

will be quite shocked.

Give me your gun.

Twenty-five years ago,
our division was created

as Thor's hammer, to strike
the enemies of the Reich

and the youngest of
Germany's generals was
chosen to lead us.

(GUN FIRING)