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We'll talk in a minute, Gerber.

Detective, we found
over a dozen crates of explosives.

These bastards were planning something.

-Secure it.
-Yes, sir.

Fuck you, you fascist dog.

-Go, go!
-Get a move on!

-Faster! What are you waiting for?
-Don't stop! Move!

Move! Do you hear me?

-Faster!
-Come on!

-Go.
-Move it!

-Now. I'm talking to you.
-Move it!

-Hold on.
-Stop.

Yeah.

Now! Hands in the air.

This one?

This one will do.

He won't last long with you, Detective.

We're taking this one.

The station needs to be kept clean.

The Games, you know.

And I want to talk to him
the old-fashioned way,

just to make sure he tells me
everything he knows.

-Let's go. Take your cap.
-Detective.

I'll give you backup.

No need. You have work to do.

Go!

Move, move!

-One by one.
-Come on! Faster!

-I...
-Shut the fuck up, you fool!

Idiot. You fucking moron!

Do you know
what will happen to your friends?

They'll all end up
in a concentration camp.

And I guarantee you,
none of them will live to see Christmas.

-There are things worth dying for.
-Did you hear that, Benk?

Let's go back. He wants to go to a camp
and give his life for the cause.

-No, uncle...
-Fucking what? What "uncle"?

-Make up your mind.
-Uncle, please. I beg you.

Please, I beg you.

-What were you doing there?
-Poems! I was just reading my poems.

It was my first time there.

Who introduced you?

Tilemans, a friend from high school.
They said they liked my poems, and...

Uwe Gerber, what do you know about him?

I met him today.
I think he's some kind of leader.

They listen to him. He speaks often.

But what does he say? Facts!

Jokes, everything!

That we have to be careful and stay calm.
That the Nazis will provoke people.

Why did you need explosives?
What were you going to blow up?

I don't know, I don't...

I swear they didn't say anything.
It was my first time there.

I just read...

I was just reading poetry.
I just read my poems.

I was just reading...

THE BRESLAU MURDERS

So what did you
want to blow up?

Your ass, you Nazi.

♪ A better world's in birth! ♪

Fuck you, you Nazi.

I'd rather die.

I'm not telling you anything.

I just want to know what was going on
between Uwe Gerber and Zelda.

Did Gerber have
an affair with Zelda?

Not just with her.

Who else?

Your wife.

It was a joke.

What about Gerber?

He's refusing to talk.
He won't say anything.

Then make him talk.

You told me to do it properly.
The West is watching.

There are 19 of you here,
and I don't need all of you.

One of you just needs to start talking.

It could be you.

You could be home today.

Or you could be in a camp.

Which one do you prefer?

-And you'll let me go?
-Yes.

We'll take care of it.

And you don't want
anything on paper?

We want information.

Can I have a cigarette?

Information first.

Get the latest information here.

Are you crazy?

People are calling me.
Are you trying to embarrass us?

No.

We talked about this. I'm looking for him.

But you didn't find him.
I had to take matters into my own hands.

I can't ask my people to look for him.
How would that look?

We don't know where he is,
we don't know what he's doing.

He's not taking his medication.

You know what happens
if he doesn't take it.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Do you confess to the murder
of Ann Ricken, also known as Zelda?

As well as Bernard von Blumenstein
and Leon Rosenblum?

And also to raping the Virgin Mary.

Do you think this is funny, Gerber?

You think I enjoy chasing after
pathetic lunatics who have decided

that burning, chopping off, or burning out
parts of someone's body is the best way

to express what's going on
in their poor, twisted minds?

You think you're the first one
to come up with that idea?

Here's what I think.

You were having an affair with Zelda.

You fell in love with her.

You told her you were
the organization's treasurer,

and what's worse,
you told her your biggest secret.

About your life's work.

And that was a mistake.

As it always is when a man confuses
his heart with his dick.

You think we sat around
all night drinking vodka?

Your friends are very chatty.

Once the first one started talking,
everyone else wanted to chime in.

And now, Sergeant Benk

is going to tell you
what we got out of them.

Here's what happened.

Zelda and Blumenstein
wanted to escape to America.

Unfortunately for you,
they knew your secret.

That you were
the organization's treasurer,

so they asked you for a large sum,
or else they'd turn you in to the Gestapo.

You know what? I don't blame you.
I'd be pissed off, too.

But after all, you work
for a communist terrorist organization,

and you knew that if you just killed her,

someone would eventually
come after you, like us.

So you had to cover your tracks.

You work at the hospital.
You have access to chlorine.

And burning her eyes out
was supposed to point everyone

to some crazy murderer, but above all...

to divert suspicion away from you.

Do you really think I cared about her?

I have a wife and a small child.

Zelda was just a whore.

And you have to convict a communist
to tie up your Nazi loose ends.

You have nothing on me.

This won't even stand up in your court.

Twelve out of your 19 colleagues
have testified.

And they all said the same thing.

That it was you who masterminded
the terrorist attack

on government officials.

You were supposed to blow up
the NSDAP headquarters in Wrocław

on the opening day of the Games.

You stole the dynamite from a quarry

to bring it into the building
and hide it between the crates of wine.

And your man, a certain Klinsmann,
was supposed to set the timer.

Shall I go on?

You know better than I do that you'll be
executed for attempting the attack.

You've got nothing to lose.

If you confess to the murder,

I'll arrange for you to see your wife
and child before the execution.

You have a beautiful son.

If I were you, I'd want to see him
one last time before I die.

I've never killed anyone in my life.

You have until noon.

The evidence is strong,
but I still have doubts.

Doubts? You insisted that it was him.

I just need more time.

I need to gather more evidence
for the court.

We don't have time, Podolsky.

If you want to get him to confess,
send your boys.

They're better at this than me.

I can't torture him.

The Western press must see him
at the trial safe and sound.

The investigation must be clean,
transparent, lawful, like the Third Reich.

Some evidence. Something that
would clearly point to a perpetrator.

The fingerprints from the crime scene
don't match.

He could've worn gloves.

He had a motive and an opportunity.

Thank you, Podolsky.

-Thank you.
-I'm very happy, really. Great decision.

Lena.

Where have you been?

I was scared, I didn't want to be alone.

Did something happen?

I slept at Ewa's. You can check.

I was just scared.

Let me in.

I love you, Lena.

It's all right.

My husband is coming back
from Munich today.

I'm picking him up at the station at noon.

Will you let me know
when he's traveling again?

-Maybe.
-Maybe?

-Maybe yes or maybe not?
-Maybe I don't know.

Bye.

Bye.

I knew it.

Obersturmbannführer Holtz ordered
to give it to you personally.

Six o'clock in the afternoon,
Breslau Police Headquarters. Heil Hitler!

All right, you can go.

Can someone tell me what's going on here?
Your people are masters of secrecy.

Due to a planned attack,

I've ordered a search
of all the communists' residences.

The safety of the Reich and its citizens
is of the utmost importance.

And what am I here for?

Please.

CHLORINE
Caution Poison!

My people found it.

Did you find this?

Where?

We have proof.
Gerber doesn't have to confess.

We'll settle this in one court hearing.

You planted that evidence.

Why do you think so?

Because I was in that apartment.
I searched it from top to bottom.

I didn't see a report on that.

I guess it's good
that there are no more doubts. Right?

All right, let's take our people.

I'll ask you one last time.

Do you admit your guilt?

No.

I want a trial.

You still have to write that down for me.

What should I write?

Something like,
"I, Uwe Gerber, plead not guilty

"and refuse to make a statement."

You want a trial, don't you?

Then I have to end this interrogation
and officially close the case.

I won't admit to killing three people.
Uwe Gerber

"Based on my professional experience,

"according to the evidence collected,

"without the slightest doubt,

"I have concluded that the suspect

"Uwe Gerber committed the acts
he is accused of,

"namely..."

In all my years as a police officer,
no one has written a report for me.

Don't take this personally,
but this report will be of interest

to the Western media.

Anyway, Superintendent Barens
told me that formalities

are not your forte.

Really?

And it's precisely this formality
that requires me to tell you

that the suspect has pleaded not guilty
and refused to make a statement.

The investigation is closed.

Besides, psychological tests
confirm your conclusions.

Inga Eissmann
Specialist in Psychiatry

Even science is on your side.

What else do you need?

If only I had a couple more days...

In two weeks, the Führer will open
the Olympic Games in Berlin.

I would like the press to forget
about this unpleasant affair by then.

We got the killer.

The case is closed. The Third Reich
is an efficient, lawful state.

You did a great job, Podolsky.

I'll sign it.

But you will release Dr. Krakauer.

That's not up to me.
He was legally convicted.

You know how to legally
reduce his sentence

so that he can have dinner
with his wife tomorrow night.

Fine.

Anything else? Or can I go home?

The Führer sends
his congratulations on the case.

Allow me to add mine.

Heil Hitler!

I'd like to thank Criminal Police
Superintendent, Leopold Barens,

for his discipline
and excellent organization,

and Detective Franz Podolsky,

a legend of the Breslau Police,

who was awarded today by the Führer
for his service to the Third Reich.

Together, we proved today

that the Third Reich
is a state of law and order.

No one who turns against it
will go unpunished.

Thank you very much. Heil Hitler!

A question about the case.

Do you know
the date of the trial?

Congratulations, Detective.

I thought, if you'd be willing
to give me an interview...

Do you have a cigarette, Fox?

Shall we go sit at the hotel?

I'm not going to talk to you.

We already have irrefutable proof
that it was Gerber.

You've done a great service
to a worthy cause.

I have doubts about the suspect.

We talked about your doubts.

And what would happen
if you dwell on them too much.

You ask for my help, then you threaten me,
then you praise me...

What's next?

Jürgen is your patient.

You're a very good doctor.

You probably understand his mind
better than Gerda and I do.

Do you think that without his medication

he should be wandering the streets?

Alone?

Unsupervised?

Where should we look for him?

If Jürgen didn't take his medication
and left the house,

he's probably feeling anxious.

In his condition, he tends
to seek out enclosed spaces.

A place he's familiar with,
where he's been before.

He doesn't get out much,
so he doesn't know Breslau very well.

There aren't many options.

Hmm.

A drug addict or a madman?

Neither.

Son.

There, there.

There, there.

My boy.

Calm down.

Hush.

Come on.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's not your fault.

I'll ask Mom to heat up the roast for us.

And maybe we can read
that book about Winnetou.

Can I listen to some music?

Of course.

Jürgen!

I'm not sure your wife would be pleased
that you're coming to see me at this hour.

And in this state.

Come out here. We'll talk outside.

I've read your report.

That's not what you said before.

The suspect doesn't have
a volatile personality.

He's pretending to be a psychopath.

They were praising you
on the radio tonight.

For catching the perpetrator.

They call you "The Legend of Breslau."

What's your point?

My point is that we don't always do
what we want to do.

You also signed a report today,
didn't you?

Good night.

I'm just like you, Podolsky.
I'm cleaning the city.

You'd like that.

Motherfuckers!

She's entering the Luxus,
Detective. No one's following her.

Powder?

No. Just alcohol.

Don't lose her.

Yes, sir.

Stop, you pervert!

Turn around.

Turn around!

Erwin?

-Aren't you embarrassed?
-No.

You treat your own wife like
one of the thugs you want to put in jail

and you're not fucking embarrassed?

You want to put me in jail, Detective?
I've been so naughty.

I'm making sure
you don't do anything stupid.

And we both know you can.

You think you found yourself a young wife
who will nod, curtsy, suck your dick,

and not ask any questions?

No, I thought I'd found
the future mother of my kids.

But maybe you're not cut out for it.

You'll never have children, Podolsky.

-Not with me, not with anyone else.
-What are you talking about?

I talked to the doctor.

You're high.

I didn't tell you
because I knew it'd destroy you.

-But now I want to fucking destroy you.
-Do you?

You're the reason I can't get pregnant.

You're infertile, you're shooting blanks.

-You're full of shit.
-Yeah?

Maybe you shouldn't have spent
half of your life in brothels.

I wonder on what whore
you jizzed out your dream son.

I'm sorry, Lena.

Lena.

Lena...

You take one more step
and I'll blow your head off.

It won't happen again.

You'll never fucking see me again.

Police caught
the Eyeburner!

The Eyeburner has been caught!
Exclusive! Read all about it!

Shocking details!

The Eyeburner has been caught!
Exclusive! Read all about it!

Shocking details!

How could this even happen?

That's unfortunate.
Negligence on the warden's side.

What fucking negligence?

You killed him so he wouldn't undermine
the investigation.

Uwe Gerber killed himself.

Did you read Dr. Eissmann's report?
He had a volatile personality.

What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm sick and tired of this charade.

You're like a whore
pretending to be a virgin.

What a fucking dictatorship.

Looking at you fills me with disgust.

If the only way to avoid this
unpleasantness is to lock you in a cell,

I won't hesitate.

You can see what's happening.

Podolsky, go home.

By the way, Detective,

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm a man of my word.

I made inquiries about your friend.

I've been informed that Mr. Krakauer

died last night.

Pneumonia.

It's unusual for this time of year.

Franz, Franz!

-Franz!
-He's a dick.

"Shrouded in legend and mystery.
He doesn't like to talk.

"His mind is constantly analyzing
the souls of the murderers he captures.

"A real..." "...detective."

That's what I wrote.

But the article isn't finished yet.

Can you tell me more
about the perpetrator?

Was he a madman?

Why did he burn his victims' eyes?

You are a hero.
You have the right to speak.

Quite the contrary.

I'm just a useful whore,
just like you are.

Excuse me?

Gerber...

He didn't do it. The evidence was planted.

And this morning,
he was found dead in his cell.

How come?

I caught him
and I'm a brave police officer.

You put that in your paper
and you'll be a great journalist.

For the glory of the Third Reich.

Let's make a toast.

To the legend of our city.

To the guardian angel of Breslau,
thanks to whom we can sleep peacefully.

Cheers to Detective Podolsky!

Cheers!

RED ROSE