All language subtitles for Funeral.In.Berlin.1966.eng

Who is that playing
the piano with his elbows?

I don't know.

Coffee, love.
Coffee.

That was a recording of Mozart's concerto
in a major for piano and orchestra…

Played by Victor Bozevski,

the young East German virtuoso who made
headlines yesterday with his daring escape…

Over the Berlin wall.
Escape? They probably paid him to leave.

Hold on a minute.

…written in verse
on a postcard, which has a…

- Hello?
- Round Robin calling Chafich.

Chafich, are you receiving me?

- What do you want, Chico?
- Please observe security procedure.

On a Saturday morning?
Are you mad?

Bald Eagle wants to see you
urgently at his place.

Look, he's expecting you
at 1200 hours.

Tell Ross…

I'll be late.

Really work on the insubordinate bit,

don't you? You're useless in the kitchen.
Why don't you go back to bed?

- I shan't be long.
- Uh, Mrs. Ross? My name's Palmer.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
My husband's expecting you.

Darling, your Mr. Palmer.

Morning, sir.

Good afternoon, Palmer.

Darling, I'm taking
the Bentley. To the butcher?

Yes, Minnie's had
a nervous breakdown.

Well, try not to get blood
all over the coachwork.

How can you work
for that dreadful man?

Loyalty.

- I like weeds.
- Yes, they're easy to grow.

Not at all.

You have to keep the flowers out,

defend the strong against the weak.

You know, a garden should be like a
country lane… a place you can walk in.

Not one of those things
with flower beds laid out like a cemetery.

- I agree. Why did you send for me?
- Thistles.

I beg your pardon? I've
got enough thistles.

They attract butterflies.

You should see this place
in the summertime.

Stok.
Colonel Stok, K.G.B.

Russian intelligence,
Berlin sector.

In charge of the wall,
unofficially.

You've been working
since your promotion. Yes, sir.

Well, I want to get on in life.

Yes.

Colonel Stok is thinking of defecting.

- Do we want him?
- Yes, Palmer.

Where did you get this piece of
dubious information from, sir?

Berlin.
Johnnie Vulkan.

Ah, yes. I'll deal with this
first thing Monday morning.

Your plane leaves
at 3:30 this afternoon.

Hallam of H.O. will give you a passport.

He's at 62 Wallington Road.

- Have you ever thought of it, sir?
- What, Palmer?

Defecting.

I have.

- Have you found my cat?
- No, you've won the polls.

Ah, Ross's little man.

Was that meant to be a password
or simply a joke?

I didn't recognize you,
dear boy, in that gear.

- Have you a shilling?
- Eh?

- For the meter.
- Oh, I see.

I seem to have run out again.

Thank you.

I know I can pay you back.

I've got a jar of coppers…
Somewhere.

No.
Somewhere.

Oh, never mind. Forget it.
I came for the passport.

I know, dear boy.
Have some tea.

I've got a plane to catch.

You've been back long?
Where from?

China.

Is that another joke?

Very hush-hush.

I hope you appreciate this.

One of my lads stayed on till 2:00 in
the morning to get this ready for you.

Dorf?
What's wrong with that?

Edmund Dorf?
all the best englishmen have foreign names.

Much more convincing. I'm sorry, I
just don't feel like an Edmund Dorf.

Charming.
What do you feel like?

Rock hunter.
Can I be rock hunter?

No, you aren't the type.

You'll take what you get.
All right.

As long as it's not one of those
useless foreign office forgeries.

I know what you mean,
my dear boy.

The chap at the F.O. does it with his feet.

Have a cup of tea.
Darjeeling.

No, thanks.
I've gotta go.

Give my love to Berlin!
I was there with monty in '45.

So, that's why
the Germans surrendered?

Yes?
That's mine, that's mine, and this is mine.

Will you open this one, please?

…The arrival of flight 684…

From London via Frankfurt.

They're samples, you see?
They're all… they're all samples.

Um, I'm a salesman.

- You see?
- Okay, then. Thank you.

- Mr. Dorf?
- Yes?

On behalf of the company,
welcome to Berlin. Oh.

- May I help you?
- Yes, please.

Did you have a pleasant flight?
Yes, thank you very much.

Harry Palmer, it's good to see you.
You too, you old kraut.

- Yours?
- Yeah.

So this is what you did
with your share of the plunder.

A nice Polish,
but getting old… like you.

She's got a great engine.
How's yours?

I keep in shape.

By the way, Harry,
I never had a chance to thank you…

For covering for me
on that nafi deal.

How did you beat the rap?

I didn't.
It was either jail or work for Ross.

He thought that a crook of my
caliber would be wasted inside.

He was right.
Your idea was brilliant.

Huh? So brilliant,
I'm still on suspended sentence.

- Guten tag.
- Guten tag.

Her majesty's government
seems to be doing good business.

Hmm, if you're going to have
a cover, it might as well be profitable.

I won't ask where the profits go.
It's only pocket money.

Yeah, I believe that about
as much as I believe…

That crazy Colonel Stok
story of yours.

He has as much intention
of defecting as you have.

- He convinced me.
- Really?

You'll get a chance
to make up your own mind.

I've arranged for you to meet Stok.
You're going to the east.

Remember:
You're Edmund Dorf. How can I forget?

- You have the address?
- Yep.

And my Luger pistol
and my cyanide pills…

And my inflatable Batman suit.

59 Max Engels Platz.

Ja, vielen dank.

Wait here.

Me, British.

You, Tarzan.

Admit I scared you, English.
I'm Colonel Stok.

Good afternoon.
I'm sorry about arresting you.

Have some tea.

It was a simple device
to avoid suspicion.

As usual,
there is no milk today.

And so Russian tea was invented.

All right, Colonel Stok,
I'm listening.

You are in a hurry?

We must get to know
each other, English,

if we are going
to trust each other.

I wish to defect,
but there are conditions.

What do you want?

I want Colonel's pay
for life, don't we all?

A house in the country.
Oh? How many bedrooms?

Bedrooms do not matter,
but I must have a big garden.

I'm a peasant at heart,
and I want to grow roses in my old age.

In England, roses are out.
Weeds are in.

Is that all?

That is all.
I want comfort and security.

You've got all that
in Russia now.

In Russia, there is no place
for an old bolshevik.

In my job, I have made
too many enemies.

Well, what about your family?

My wife died
in a German air raid in 1941.

My only son hasn't written
to me in three years.

What would you do
in my position?

I'd stop telling lies,
for a start.

You have no son and your wife is
in Kiev with your daughter Katia.

I know everything about you,
Colonel Stok,

from the size
of your refrigerator…

To the cubic capacity
of your mistress.

You haven't brought me
all this way just to tell me a sob story.

Let's stop quarreling, English.

- Do you play chess?
- Yes,

but I prefer a game
with a better chance of cheating.

I like you, English.

You're not as stupid
as you look.

I wanted to see
how well you were trained.

- Train hard, fight easy.
- Ah!

You quote marshal suvorov.
Bravo!

But my offer
is perfectly serious.

My wall has been penetrated
too many times in the last year.

And last week,
when a piano player flew over in a bucket,

that's too much.

You mean politically
or musically?

I did not arrest you
for a joke, English. I must go, and soon.

I should have thought that, of all people,
you would know a way of crossing the wall.

My department
is being investigated. I'm being watched.

When the ax is falling,
there is no use pleading not guilty.

And for you,
it is a propaganda victory.

My name is worth a headline. We get plenty
of Russians. It's a pity you're not Chinese.

Will you cooperate?
Information?

Yes, but there are limits.
I'm not a traitor.

I'm still a good communist.

If you won't have me,
I'll go to the Americans.

Why don't you go
to the Americans? They have more money.

Who wants to live in America?

They dress the Russians
in pressed trousers.

Revolutionaries gone decadent!

All right,
I'll make my report to London.

I'll tell them
that you talk well and lie badly.

Uh, one thing more.

Yes?
I must have a foolproof method of escape.

Foolproof. Organized by a
professional, like Otto Kreutzman.

Kreutzman? Yes, he has organized
all the most important escapes.

He's responsible
for my troubles. Now let him get me out.

Good afternoon, Colonel.

I've instructed the guards
to escort you back.

Every…

Every time.

Worried about me?

Not much.
Where have you been?

- Playing chess.
- Monica, this is Edmund Dorf. He's English.

I like England.

England likes you.

She has a friend.
Several, don't you think?

No, lowenbrau, please.

The wall doesn't seem to have hurt
business at all. We're doing all right.

You see that man there
in the plaid jacket?

Sells escape stories
to editors in the middle west.

The guy with the head in his hands
imports Zeis cameras from the east.

They all make a great living
out of the wall.

Which one's Kreutzman?

Are you innocent
or just stupid? Stupid.

You don't use
Kreutzman's name in there. All right.

But can he get Colonel Stok out?

If anyone can.

I want to see him.

If something goes wrong,
you'll end up in the canal.

Would you find him, please?
It'll take time.

Ah, I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

Oh, you're English. You just took my taxi.
I ordered it. Ask him.

Is that all? Well, either you wait
for the next taxi, or I will.

I'm in no hurry.
Thank you.

Which way
are you going? To the Am Zoo.

Oh, the Kurfuerstendamm…
it's on my way. I can drop you.

Come on.
Thank you.

What's the beer for?

Oh, my hair.
It's better…

If you want body.

You with the press convention?

No, I'm in underwear.
Oh, how kinky. I'm in the trade too.

Like it?

It looks very expensive.

It's murder.
I've just been modeling it.

Know anybody in Berlin?
No.

I'll take you to a party.
My name is Samantha Steel.

Some people call me Sam.

Edmund Dorf.
Some people call me Edna.

Danke.

Where's the party?
Oh, that's later.

Oh, don't mind the mess.
I'm a terrible slob.

That's one thing
about living alone. You can be a slob.

Slob, yes.

Fix a drink.
I just want to get out of this creation.

Take your coat off.

The whiskey's by the bookcase.

I like that.
Thank you.

Where'd you get it?
Israel.

What were you doing there?
I lived there for a while with my husband.

If you can call it living.
I was in the army half the time.

Oh, I see.

What's the matter?
Are you anti-semitic or something?

No.

Only anti-husband.

I left him there.

He's in the desert somewhere
making fish ponds.

If you need ice,
it's in the fridge.

Thank you.

Do you take ice?
Yes, please.

Ed? When I'm clean,
I'll fix us up some dinner.

Inspector Reinhardt, do you find me
physically attractive? Irresistible?

I mean, if you saw me in the street,
would you throw yourself at my feet?

Corporal Palmer.

Oh, yeah, I was told about Dorf.

But I didn't know it was you.

I should have guessed.

So crooked, they had to put you in
intelligence. It was my sex appeal, actually.

Yeah.

Who thinks you're irresistible?

She says her name
is Samantha Steel.

That means nothing.
I'll check if you like.

Aged about 24.

- Present address?
- Twenty-four…

She picked me up last night,
and with my irresistible charm,

I wanna know why
and who she's working for.

If I find anything,
I'll let you know.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,

is Otto Rukel still in business?
The "house breaker"? Yes.

And out of jail?

This is a central
police station,

not an employment
bureau for criminals.

- Is he?
- Yes, he is. Go home.

Hello?
Sam? This is Edna.

Good morning, darling.

I'm afraid I can't make lunch.
Will you have dinner with me this evening?

Sounds lovely.
I thought you'd like that.

Will you pick me up…
Here?

About 8:00?
Fine. Bye-bye.

Does he suspect you?
Why on earth should he?

Come in.

Oh, no!

You've been burgled.

My pearls…
they've gone. Were they insured?

No. They were beautiful.
They were my mother's.

What about the rest
of your jewelry? It's all junk.

Is there
anything else missing? No.

No.
That appears to be all.

Well, maybe we scared him off.

Oh, look at the mess here.

I'd like to get my hands
on the pig who did this.

Look at all this.
Yes, well, we'll have a drink,

and then I'll help you clear up.

Here you are.

Otto Rukel, wake up.

What have you been doing?
I've been waiting for you for three hours.

Did she hire you
to do me as well?

Me?

It's an amateur job.

The top drawer was open first.

Did you find anything?

She gets $300 a week
from the discount bank in Geneva.

She has a United States passport
in the name of Samantha Steel,

an Austrian passport
in the name of Anna Stein,

an Israel passport
in the name Hannah Stahl.

Lists of men, names, addresses.

In the wall safe?
Yeah, in a diary.

Names and addresses,
how much money they've got.

Not one less
than a million marks.

- Where's the diary?
- But you told me not to take anything.

I was photographing it
when you rang.

Where's your film?

Where's my money?

Sell the pearls you stole.
What pearls?

- I took nothing. You told me not to.
- Really, Otto?

On my honor, Harry.

Here you are.

Thank you.
Thank you, Otto.

Anytime, Harry.

- Hello?
- Kreutzman will be in touch with you… tonight.

Meet me at the Cheznous
at 11:00. The Chez what?

The Cheznous… it's a nightclub.

Okay, see you.

Guten abend.

Guten abend.

Hi, Johnnie.
Hello, ed.

Samantha Steel,
Johnnie Vulkan. Hello.

Very happy to meet you,
Samantha. Edith, this is Edmund Dorf.

Hello.
Hello. Hi.

I'll just get rid of this.

What's he saying?

He said…

Telephone.

Hello, Dorf speaking.
Hello?

Hello?

Follow the man
with the green carnation.

Danke schoen.

We're on, Johnnie.
Keep Samantha amused. Okay.

Guten abend.
See you later, love.

Mr. Dorf?

Vulkan tells us you want
to move a body, Mr. Dorf. Correct.

Place of origin?
Dresden.

But we can get him
to East Berlin anytime you'd like.

Dead or alive?
Alive.

Willing or unwilling?
Willing.

Conscious or unconscious?
Conscious.

Nationality?
Why don't you give me a form to fill in?

Who's your client?
That's our business.

That affects our price.
How old is he?

Sixty-five.

You have made a mistake,
Mr. Dorf.

If he's over 60,
he can cross the wall legally.

And you don't need us,
unless he's being watched.

That affects our price.

35,000 pounds or $100,000.

Half in advance,
half on delivery.

You're joking.

There's an appropriation
of $60,000 for this job.

Take it or leave it.

Very well, 60, if you can give
us a set of genuine documents…

Answering to this description.

Why do you want these?
That's our business.

I'll have to check
with London. Do that.

Guten abend, Mr. Dorf.

Good night,
Mr. Kreutzman.

Good night, Mr. Palmer.

- Come on, Harry. You'll miss your plane.
- Forget it, Johnnie.

I've changed me mind.
I'll leave tomorrow.

I still don't trust that Russian commie.

- Find Stok and tell him we're moving him tonight.
- Tonight?

I'm calling
that Russian's bluff.

He won't be there, and then perhaps
Ross will stop wasting my time.

Where shall I tell him
to meet you?

I know.

There's been a hitch.
It's off for tonight.

Off?
Sorry.

It was a trick.
You do not believe me.

You dare to play games?

I'm being watched.
You can get us both killed.

I didn't think you'd show up.
It does not matter what you think.

Your Colonel Ross will decide.

Good night.

Admit I scared you, Russian.

The pigeons never come, do they, sir?

God preserve us
from the half-wits.

Stok should have
sent you to Siberia.

If he hadn't turned up, we would
have saved 20,000 pounds.

Yes.

I've read you T-105, Palmer…

entertaining, but
slightly pornographic.

The fact that
you pick up a girl doesn't make her a spy.

Ah, it was she
who picked me up, sir.

Well, you have to say that
to get it on expenses, don't you, Palmer?

Ah, there is
something else, sir. Yes, what is it?

That 800-pound loan
without interest to buy my own car.

Yes.

Yes, I want it,
or yes, I can have it?

Yes, everything they say about you is true.
Get out of here. Go back to Berlin.

Don't care much for Berlin, sir.

You're liable to get
your head shot off.

That's what you're paid for,
isn't it, Palmer?

Yes, sir.

But if you're worried,
send Babcock in with a chit,

and I'll give you a signature
for a pistol.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Babcock?

He wants an armory chit.

If he thinks I need a pistol,
I need a coffin.

I'd be glad to give you one.

Who is Samantha Steel?

T-105s are confidential.
Haven't you read the official secrets act?

How was the weather
in Berlin? Cold. I can make it tonight.

Not tonight, you can't. You're going
straight back to Berlin at 11:00.

Good morning, Alice.
11:00?

Yes. Tickets.

Expenses.

$68,000.

For which you have to sign,
Mr. Palmer.

They're still working
on your photographs.

What about my requested documents?

Passed to H.O.
Mr. Hallam will see you in 20 minutes.

Fine.
Thank you, Chico.

Come in.

Hallam?
Ah, rock hunter! Come in, dear boy.

Here we are… special import licenses.

We call all requests for documents
"special import licenses."

Very quaint.

I'm very proud of these…
very hush-hush.

They match your German's
list to a tee.

He's very lucky.
It wasn't easy.

Uh, I…

I seem to have run short
of cigarettes. Oh.

Do you want a French one?
No, never mind.

Well, then, where were we? Ah!

Birth certificate of
one Paul Louis Broum.

Inoculation for smallpox…
you read German?

No, but I do have
a plane to catch.

I know you have
a plane to catch.

Certificate of graduation
with academia.

Commission in the army.

Death certificate.
We won't need that.

- Now, shall we resurrect him?
- How long will that take?

Patience, dear boy.

Now, to this dead Mr. Broum,

we add one British passport,
naturalized.

Your client will know
how to put in the photograph and the stamp.

One driver's license, endorsed.

One insurance policy,
receipt for premium.

Diner's club credit card,
current.

And what have we got?
A new Broum.

Quite correct.
I thought so.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.
Signature, please.

Rock hunter.

Hmm? Oh,
another little joke.

Yes. Good day.

You smoke too much, Chico.

Come into my office.

Bloody things are still wet.

Your German burglar photographed
everything. That's why it took so long.

These are Samantha Steel's passports…
Israeli, Austrian, American.

Photostats of everything
in her safe.

And her diary.

Thank you, Round Robin.

How come you picked
Paul Louis Broum's documents?

What an extraordinary question.

I said, how come?

I started at capital "A,"
then capital "A," small "a."

And then "B-b,"
and then "A-c."

I went on until I found
what you needed.

Sometimes you start at "zed"
and work backwards, just for fun.

Are you sure this fella's dead?

- Dead?
- But of course he's dead.

His death certificate says so.

Sometimes we start
with "Zed" and work backwards,

just for fun.

Oh, what a lovely surprise.

I thought you were
still in London.

I have a surprise for you too.

Am I glad you're back!

It's in here.

A present?

Pearls?

To replace the ones
that were stolen. Are they real?

They cost a fortune.

Well, I'll take better care
of these.

By the way, darling,

yes?

Did your burglar
find anything in my flat?

Nothing much.
Did yours find anything in mine?

Yes.
Oh?

Your stuff was too innocuous,
you know what I mean?

It was too good to be true.

I'll have to put that
in my next report.

What's your interest
in Paul Louis Broum?

None at all.
Who is he?

He's on our wanted list.
Whose wanted list?

Israeli intelligence.
Why's that?

Because very soon, German war criminals
will no longer have to face trial.

Broum is dead.

Every night some dead Nazi comes
crawling out of the woodwork.

I see. It's the old
"eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" bit.

No. There's a lot of hard cash in
Switzerland that they stole from the Jews.

Israel is morally and legally
entitled to that money.

If we can stop people like Broum
from getting there first,

the Swiss have agreed
to hand it over.

So you turn out to be
a dedicated zionist?

A fanatic?
Yes.

You're absolutely right.

Will you give me
those documents? No.

What in god's name
do you want them for?

Forget it, Sam,
I can't give them to you. Why not?

I came here to do a job.

I hope you're proud of it.
It's a living.

Your rotten job and your lousy few pounds
a week, that's all you care about.

I'm explaining all this
because I think I'm in love with you.

But there are things more important
to me than my personal feelings.

Those Broum documents represent
over $2 million to us.

We want that money.
We need to get those papers,

even if we have to kill you
for them.

Now get out.

Oh, by the way,
is ol' Klaus berger still alive?

- The forger?
- Yeah, the forger.

I'd like to run you
out of Berlin, Palmer.

You and MI-5
and the bureau and the C.I.A…

And the rest of them.

Then I can do my job
instead of providing work…

For every forger, confidence man,
thief and murderer in this town.

Oh, I-I agree, I agree, I agree,

but is old man Klaus
still alive?

The money.

And the documents.

You get those with
the second payment…

On delivery of my client.

As you wish.

Is your client still in Dresden?

No, we moved him to East Berlin.

Ready to move
at short notice? Yes.

But I must have approval
of the details of your plan.

That's our business.
It's our money.

Meet me here tomorrow,
same time.

Up on the roof.

We got we wanted.
The operation has begun.

Begun? My client
hasn't approved.

He will.

My plans never fail.

And I personally will supervise.

I shall be there
from start to finish.

It starts in the east.

- And I'll be there.
- You can go to East Berlin?

It's only forbidden
to West Berliners.

I'm not a berliner.
I'm a West German.

What's your client's name?

That's our business.

Well, you'll contact your client and tell him
he's to exactly follow these instructions.

- Ross agreed.
- Of course!

You move tomorrow.
Yeah.

You are joking again,
English? Not this time.

Who is doing the job?

Kreutzman.

If there is a mistake,

the grippers will be
shooting at me.

That'll be nice. You'll find out
what it's like to be an East German.

You are insolent.

Do you think this job,
this loathsome wall,

is all I've done for communism?

Does Smolensk
mean anything to you, or Stalingrad?

I look at your stupid face,
and I think you mean what you say.

I like you.
You're good at your job.

You need only one thing.

What's that?
A reason for doing it.

I get paid.
Thirty pounds a week?

Is it worth it…

To be a tool of the generals?

A tool for making trouble.

Trouble makes arms.
Arms make money.

When you get to England,
we'll give you a soapbox.

You sure you want
to defect tomorrow?

I told you I'm still
a good communist.

When a man leaves his wife,

he remembers his wedding night.

Communism was
the love of my youth,

and I've been faithful…
Until now.

I was with Antonov-ovseenko…

At the storming
of the winter palace in 1917.

You know what
that means in Russia? Yes, I think so.

It means you're
an expendable hero.

Hmm. That is good.

If I don't like the plan,
I won't come.

I think it should satisfy you.

It's a very expensive funeral.

Danke.

Final payment.

He might suffocate
while you're counting it. Get him out.

He's pretty quiet
in there, isn't he?

He's all right.
We know our business.

You're working yourself
to death, Harry.

Yeah, well, I'm paying.

You bastard! You…

you double-crossing
English bastard! We'll kill you for this!

Some other time.
You planned to switch Stok.

Of course it was a plan,
but it was Stok's alone.

He wanted Kreutzman, and he won.
The rest of us are losers.

Cover the driver, Johnnie.
Now get him out of here, you two.

Come on. Come on!

Look out, Harry!

Halt!

Kreutzman.

What has he got to do
with the Broum documents?

Ask him.

The driver hit you
before I could reach him.

I'm sorry, Harry.
You all right?

No. Do you still have
some of that Brandy?

Sure.

Here.

You won't need
stitches. Oh, good.

What are you going
to tell London?

I don't know.

Let's get out of here.

I've got some fiction to write.

Palmer.

- Yes?
- Come with me. Both of you.

Where to?
We're going to the villa gruenwalt.

Oh. Who's giving
the party?

So you paid 20,000 pounds
for Otto Kreutzman in a coffin.

Will you wait outside,
please, gentlemen?

You too, Vulkan.

Did they come all this way
to interrogate Stok, sir?

20,000 pounds down the drain!

I almost saved ten
and the Broum documents, except…

Broum documents?
Not Paul Louis Broum.

There you are.
You're doing it again, sir, not telling me.

What is there to tell?
You didn't have his name in a T-105.

It didn't seem important
then, did it, sir?

Colonel Ross.
What?

I believe that Vulkan
is connected with this man Broum.

Brilliant, Palmer.

Vulkan is this man
Paul Louis Broum.

Why do you think I had
so much confidence in him?

Blackmail, sir?

Broum was a guard
at Belsen. In 1944,

he killed
a resistance worker named Johnnie Vulkan…

And took his identity.

Under his own name,
he'd be tried and shot.

Do you mean that her majesty's
government employs ex-Nazis, sir?

And thieves, Palmer.

Now, where are
those documents? They've gone, sir.

They've gone?
Yes, sir.

Well, if they have gone, Palmer,

that means I have
no hold over Vulkan.

And I can't let him go
to the house bitter now, can I?

No, sir.

Well, you've bungled
the rest of it. Get rid of him.

Pardon?

Kill him.

I'm not killing anybody
in cold blood.

Then provoke him,
if that's going to satisfy your scruples.

All right, Palmer,
you heard your orders. Get on with it.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Stop the car, Johnnie.

I have orders to kill you.

Paul Louis Broum.

What are you
going to do about it?

Nothing.

Ross has been
blackmailing me all these years.

In a same way,
he blackmails you. Not quite the same.

All I wanted was to get my identity
back, get Ross out of my hair.

All you wanted was $2 million in a
Swiss bank that you stole from Jews.

My father had the money.
If you had the choice,

would you have been a guard in a concentration
camp or be killed on the Russian front?

I'm not a judge
at a war crimes trial.

I don't know want to know about
it, and I don't want to kill you.

Ross will have this
whole city closed by now.

- Can you get out of Berlin?
- Don't worry about me.

I'm not worried about you.
I just want you to disappear.

If the Jews hadn't
found me out at the garage,

everything would have
worked out fine. I'm not interested.

Just think yourself
lucky you're alive.

What are you going
to say to Ross?

I'll worry about that tomorrow.

Harry… thank you.

I'll do the same
for you someday.

Yes, and you might have to when Ross
decides I'm no use to him anymore.

English!

What the hell are you
doing in West Berlin?

Oh, official business.

English, thank you.
You have done a good day's work.

The world is
well rid of a fascist.

I hope you get another medal.

Oh, don't be a bad loser,
English.

I feel the same way
as you do about Kreutzman,

but why'd you have
to drag me in it?

Only the English
or the Americans…

Would have hired
a man like Kreutzman.

I invite you for lunch.
I'm paying.

No, thanks. I'm busy.

What's the matter?
You in trouble?

Ross won't shoot you
for failing once.

It's not Democratic.

Colonel Stok,
if I need to defect…

English, you are welcome!

If you need to get out
in a hurry, ask Vulkan.

He knows the way.

Why didn't you characters
tell me you were looking for Broum?

I know all about him.

Reminds me of
the head of my department.

Eyes follow you everywhere.

What took you so long?

The Jews grabbed
the documents. I had to get them back.

Why didn't you
steal the bloody things in the first place?

My dear Broum, I've told you.

Anything taken
from section 63 must be signed for.

It may seem selfish of me,
but if this doesn't work,

I'd like to be back at my desk
on Monday morning.

Kreutzman is dead.
Oh?

Who's getting
his share? Never mind that now.

I heard from Hoffman last night.
The claim to my father's money is accepted,

except for the proof
of my identity.

We can be in and out
of Switzerland in 24 hours.

What's the interest on
$2 million over 20 years?

These are forgeries.

You're lying.

Show them to any Swiss bank,
they'll laugh in your face.

Beautiful forgeries,

but on the wrong paper.

Did you give Palmer
the real ones?

Of course, dear boy.

That shrewd little cockney
still has them.

Don't worry.
I'll get them.

After all,
he doesn't suspect me.

Yes, Mr. Dorf? Could I have the
envelope you're keeping for me?

Certainly, sir.

Thank you.
You're welcome, sir.

Sam?

Samantha?

You killed him.
Why?

Because you wanted these
documents so you could share Broum's money.

I told Samantha all along.
You and Vulkan were working with Broum.

If I came for the documents,
why did I bring these?

Come in, Johnnie.

What are you doing here?

There's no need to be offensive.

You're in very hot water,
dear boy.

I've just seen Ross,
who told me where you were.

You've fallen
right on your silly face.

Serves you right.

Of course, your department
doesn't have to account for anything.

What do you want?

I have authority from Ross
to retrieve the documents.

I'm on my way home.
I shall put them in safe keeping.

Where are they?

They're in here.

Where's Vulkan?

Where's Vulkan?

Leaving Berlin tonight.

Let me go, please.
It's very painful.

He… he's going over the wall.

Into the east.

They were going to throw me out.

Throw me out…

After 25 years!

What do you think of that,
Mr. Palmer?

As a security risk.

I never even dreamt
to betray my trust…

Till I heard they were
going to throw me out.

Those silly papers.

They weren't even secret.

They belong to Broum anyhow.

You want to tell Ross that?

No.

If you help me, Hallam,

I'll try to keep you
out of jail.

What's Vulkan's plan?

We were going over
the wall tonight.

- Both of you?
- Yes.

It's an escape route
for Stok's agents.

The grippers know about it.

From East Berlin,
we can get to czechoslovakia,

from there to Switzerland.

Where is he?
You go to that house.

At the back, there's a garden
and another building.

That's where
he's waiting for me.

Give these to Vulkan.
Tell him I believed your little story.

And whatever you do,
keep him talking.

I'll be right behind you.

Broum? Broum?
Where are you?

Broum?

He fell for it.

I've got the documents.

Broum?
Broum, where are you?

I have a gun on you, Harry.

Come here.

Where's your gun?
I haven't got one.

- I came unarmed.
- You're lying, Harry.

Why did you kill Hallam?

Don't pretend
you're stupid, Harry.

Hallam broke down
and told Ross everything.

Ross's men are down there now.

It's a good try, Harry,
but it won't work.

Hallam brought me what I needed.

And in two minutes,
I'll be out of here and over the wall.

Hitting you on the head
is getting to be…

I told you, Johnnie.
Those are Ross's men.

I'd like to use this
on you right now.

- I know you would.
- Stand up!

The minute they see that fancy fur
coat of yours, they'll shoot you down.

You're dead, Johnnie.

Not yet. Get up!

Ross's men won't
shoot you, will they?

Give me your coat.

We head for the wall.
Slowly.

Now move.

Dorf!

Stop!

Shoot.

Paul Louis Broum.

The documents are in his pocket.

"And he was found
at the foot of the wall."

Another martyr killed,
escaping to the west.

I thought Colonel Stok
would appreciate that, sir.

You might make
a professional yet, Palmer.

I'm glad you think so, sir.

That loan you wanted
to buy a car,

how much was it?
800 pounds. Why?

Well, I think you've earned it.

No, thank you, sir.
I'll walk.