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TIME OF HONOR
Previously -Before I leave,
-I'll send a report to Berlin. -It's not a good idea.
Keller's looking for you all over the town.
What are you...
-Celina! -Hanka?!
-He's dead. -Dead?!
It's a murder. I have to inform the Gestapo.
AN OFFICER FROM BERLIN Episode 16
Wanda...
Easy. Just follow my lead.
Get up!
Cell nr 47, six inmates, all present.
Wanda Ryszkowska?
-It's me. -Say "present"!
Present.
A new arrival.
For interrogation.
For interrogation.
Let's go. Now!
Sit down.
Crime Assistant, Unterscharführer Uwe Rappke.
Obersturmbannführer Lars Rainer,
-your new boss. -Yes, sir!
-I hear you've got a mess here. -I don't follow...
Music off, uniform on!
Recaptured prisoners, officers dying in hospitals...
I've been sent here for a reason.
Poles will pay for it, I'll do everything...
-A few quick missions for the start. -Yes, sir.
First a car. I'll go to the hospital where Keller died.
-I can bring the personnel here. -No!
Am I to go with you?
I brought...
-Who is this? -A bandit's fiancée, actress,
involved in a shooting of a theatre director.
We've got more important matters. A car, in 10 minutes.
Keller's successor.
Excuse me, madam... duty calls.
-That's all? -I don't hide food from you.
-Romek just asked. -Sorry.
Some more to drink?
No.
Don't open, maybe they'll go away.
Why don't you open, Jew? Out, now!
-Where to? -Who cares?
One bag each. You've got 5 minutes!
Calm down...
Are you mad? Go to your room,
-I'll bring breakfast. -But...
I'd like to eat like a human being.
-Please. -Listen...
I told the SS-man that you're my nephew with TB.
Cough a lot.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Are you leaving? -For a few days, on business.
How are you feeling?
OK, thank you.
-I'm off. Good bye. -Good bye.
Off for long, I hope. What will you have for breakfast?
-Nobody touched anything? -The room was sealed.
I see.
The German officer found him?
-Major Halbe. -I hear they were friends.
That's their private matter.
Sit down.
Usually the bride and groom order the banns together.
-We've got a few questions. -Go ahead.
Do you realize that Karol Ryszkowski works for the Gestapo?
What?
-Karol? That's absurd! -He sent
-14 people to death. -Impossible.
-It's true. -He's got gen. Sikorski's letter.
-A fake. -Where is he?
I don't know.
-I really don't want to shoot you. -He's a rat, don't cover for him.
Karol is a decent Pole. I'm certain.
You leave me no choice.
Let's go.
-He didn't know. -But how do we find Karol?
We need to ask around. Someone has to come across him.
-Which one's Wysocki? -The one with the hat.
Best regards from Marian.
He said you'd show up. What is it you need,
boss?
A Hungarian passport.
Marian says you're the best.
-It'll cost you. -I'm prepared.
Button up.
-I'll handle it. -Yes, sir!
You three kept watch at standartenführer Keller's bed?
Yes, sir!
-Who was there when he died? -I was.
You two may go.
Close the door!
Sit down.
You remember what happened, right?
Yes, sir.
-Minute after minute. -Yes, sir.
Go on.
Maybe you can still escape...
the firing squad.
We'll find out soon.
-It's been an hour. -42 minutes.
-Must you argue, even now? -What's now?
-They're going to kill us. -Cut it out.
Excuse me... do you know where they're taking us?
-East, I heard. -East. What's the purpose?
Work. They're preparing for war with the Russians.
Thank you.
That makes sense. They need us as manpower.
That's good news.
-Manpower... -What's going on?
Did you call about the apartment?
Yes. I plan to stay awhile.
Margaret.
Excuse me?
Margaret.
How did the priest take it at your baptism?
Same as "Michal".
-A cigarette, please. -Sure.
-Are you the new liaison? -No. A light?
Who are you then?
Your boss.
I'm thirsty.
Patience.
-They'll give us water soon. -Don't count on it.
They'll take us out.
Impossible.
It's the 20th century.
Germans...
Goethe was German. Schiller...
Bach, above all.
Bach.
I'm sorry. You're right.
It's Mosler.
I'm so glad to see you.
-What do you want? -I've been thinking.
-We don't care. -I know.
That sad affair with Gross had changed me.
-And you joined the police? -No, no.
Not the police, the 13th department.
We fight usury and speculation.
-Thieves. -You're wrong.
We're being slandered by black marketers.
I'll just say: I'll get you out of here.
Find someone else. You've taken everything we had.
-I don't want anything. -We've heard it before. Go away.
You'll be home, today.
I swear.
Did you sIeep weII?
-Great, thanks. -Irena?
Good morning.
Our new tenants, Mr. Janek Gorecki and his sister.
-Nice to meet you. -Hi.
-I need to lie down. -Eat. -I've eaten.
-Where? -At Basia's.
Right. Excuse me.
-I've got to go. -Come back quickly.
-Soon we won't part at all. -How so?
It's confidential.
-Don't, they'll see us. -Remember your promise.
I know.
Off you go.
Go!
So long.
Really? No beating?
-Really. -Strange.
-Lucky you. -They had something else going on.
-They're as hard on women? -No.
-Cell 47... -A new arrival.
Take her!
Maybe Mosler wasn't lying. I heard the 13th has leverage.
That's for us.
One by one, get on!
You're going home.
-Home? -Mosler sent me.
Cell 47. Seven inmates,
six present, the new one died at night.
Exercises.
Out!
-And you? -My leg.
What's up?
I got word some guy wants to buy a Hungarian passport,
the description fits our Karol.
Let's go.
Faster!
Faster!
Too lazy to run? Do the frog.
The frog?
You don't know the frog?
Hop.
Hop!
Don't stare, run!
And back.
It'll do for now.
Now run, but take it easy.
Maybe we've got the wrong street?
-Have you seen Wysocki? -Sure.
-Over there. -Thanks.
Excuse me.
You again.
-What can I do for you? -The gentleman
wants to inquire about the Hungarian passport guy.
Is it him?
Yes it is. He'll be here soon.
I really don't know why I do this.
Because you don't need another hole in your head.
Godspeed.
I thought you've left.
It's not that simple.
-I need more money. -How much?
-10,000. -I don't have that much.
I know I shouldn't come here, but I've got no choice.
-They're after you. -The Gestapo?
Our guys.
-What did they tell you? -Swear
-that it isn't true. -What?
-That you're a traitor. -You believed them?
-I told you it's not true! -I don't know what is true!
I didn't tell them anything, but I keep thinking about it.
Copying letters, cheating our people...
I beg you... swear on the cross that it's your mission.
How much can you give me?
-So it's true. -I must get that passport!
Traitor!
Thieving traitor!
At least its' not raining.
-It's wonderful. -You had a great idea.
Warfare is not all.
-How deep under are you? -Better not to talk about it.
Sure... The Gestapo has ears everywhere!
-Is he always so funny? -I'm afraid so.
-Gets on my nerves. -Come on.
Yesterday I almost got caught with a message.
-But I kept my calm. -Calm is essential underground.
-Can we not talk about... -Especially with messages.
...about war? Let's just rest.
It's so quiet... dreamlike almost.
Like in that poem.
"Ich hatte Einst ein schones Vaterland."
No German, please.
She studied German lit in Berlin.
That poem... it's Heine, right?
You know Heine?
I didn't know you speak Kraut.
Wanda, you want a puff?
-I heard Schneider saved you. -I think so.
-I don't know why. -He fancies you.
Watch it, Graba has a crush on him.
Who smoked here?
Who smoked?
-You'll tell me. -I don't know anything.
You don't?
The hole will fix your memory.
Come in.
Thanks for accepting my invitation.
-Keller was my friend. -I know.
I'm sorry. Sit down.
-A drink? -No, thanks.
I need a drink.
Of water. Warsaw's so hot.
So you believe he died of natural causes?
-Don't you? -I'm asking you.
At first you were sure it was murder.
The doctor confessed you threatened the personnel.
-I was in shock. -And now you believe...
Gerd was badly hurt, faith's got nothing to do with it.
Standartenführer Keller was killed.
-What? -You were right.
Someone poorly faked a heart attack. Would you...
allow me to ask you a few
-routine questions? -Go ahead.
Thanks.
Why did you visit Keller that last time?
-I simply came for a visit. -Maybe
you had a message for him?
Did you two cooperate? You were a frequent guest here.
-What are you implying? -I'm inquiring.
You're interrogating me.
If so, please send a formal notice.
-Can I have a refill? -Sure.
-This salty water is so good. -What was in it for him?
-Maybe he did change. -And you'll never change.
Want some?
-Hello. -Please,
-come in. -Thanks.
What happened here?
Someone
could use our table, our lamp, chairs.
-I'm sorry. -Let's be frank.
-We can't pay you. -No money.
-I'm well off. -I can imagine.
I just wanted to check in on you.
What happened to the others?
I'm afraid it's some big liquidation action.
Good bye.
But... I don't see your daughter.
-Lena... -She's dead.
That's right. She's dead.
My heartfelt condolences. Good bye.
We'll meet again.
-I'm sorry, I can't. -Lena would be good at this.
-We studied architecture. -I hear
-she escaped from the Ghetto. -So what?
They got sent there by mistake.
It's a double threat.
First, she's your fiancée. Second, she's Jewish.
-She's not! -Calm down.
Find an assistant who's not as close with you.
Isn't living with her enough?
Wait... Married couples work together underground.
-We can't forbid that. -And what if...
if Lena was my wife?
But she's not, right?
Send Rappke over.
I've just received... come closer...
your transfer, to the East.
You're staying?
Yes, sir.
-You're well connected in Berlin. -No, sir.
-I'm from Linz. -An Austrian?
Yes, sir.
Get me Berlin. Yes.
If I may... I'll try my best
to keep you satisfied with our superiors' decision.
I hope so.
Morning. You've gathered this much?
There'll be more. We need some order here.
-I hope you'll... -Quiet, l'm thinking.
Leave it.
-We'll drown here. -We'll have an alphabetic
and a relational catalogue. Every name will be accessible
through its relation with others. Only the index cards will stay here.
Maybe I shouldn't but...
we were to investigate the Abwehra,
-not make catalogues. -We'll get to them.
How?
Errand-boys, cleaners. We need to engage
cleaners from German offices.
Sooner or later something will surface.
Good idea.
-We need to reach the prostitutes. -Reach them?
Germans also have needs.
Ex-prisoners' statements, from Pawiak, Danilowiczowska...
Don't step on this!
-Leave me alone for one day. -As you wish.
-Good bye. -Leave me some cigarettes!
Good luck.
-You sent for me. -The key
-to this drawer? -Keller carried it on him.
-Where is his stuff? -Ready for shipping.
I can try to open that lock.
Can you?
Go ahead.
May I?
-Why lock it? -I don't know.
-May I leave? -Yes.
Rainer.
Kurt, hello! How's the weather in Berlin?
Did you learn anything?
Really?
Thanks.
-There's a problem. -What?
The job at the watch-maker's.
-Second thoughts? -No.
But there's one condition.
-What is it? -You need to become my wife. Now.
-Now? Are you serious? -I am.
A wedding without my parents, or Romek?
-You mean... -No. But why the hurry?
To work together. What?
Some proposal. A job for a wedding.
-I'm sorry... -Sure you are.
-Will you marry me? -Stop it.
I want to do it right.
-You'd have to ask my parents. -I will.
Is it a "yes"?
Yes.
-Something new? -A few photos.
Let's see.
I don't know him... no... no...
Good job.
What are you doing? Go back inside.
I just wanted to look. Beautiful.
-What's beautiful? -Life is.
You won't mind?
You know, I only joined the NSDAP in '37.
I'm still the man I used to be.
Did you summon me for chit-chat?
I was...
an lnterpol inspector.
-An international police force. -I know.
I didn't expect my qualifications
-to become useful here. -To the point, please.
Right.
-I know you killed Keller. -I'm an officer!
I also know you bribed Rappke.
Don't expect a firing squad. Traitors get the guillotine.
Will you sit down?
-Have you got it? -Sure I do.
Let me see.
Done!
-In the name of the Polish... -I didn't mean to!
Drop it!
Or I'll shoot him!
Drop it!
Slide it over.
-I'll find you. -It all went wrong.
Dlugi...
in the next episode -There's a plan...
-See? -No one's following her.
-A cigarette, please. -I need 20,000.
Hi, guys.
Sit.
Have a nice evening.
-Lars. -Martin.
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