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These documents must be saved.

They will be a blueprint for the future generations of our people.

Lust!

Forever!

Lust!

Austerity will never know!

This is a catastrophe!

A total catastrophe!

The British economy is in trouble.

That's always good for a small piece of pleasure.

Yes, we want to run a piece on the Carin II.

It's Goering's yacht, Mordenbonne.

Waterlog wreck.

Decaying dreams of the Reich.

We haven't done that for a while.

Good.

Put Heidemann on to it.

Henry, you know how I feel about Heidemann.

Oh, not all of this again.

Well, I'm sorry, but the man's... well, there's something askew.

Politically and in other ways.

Look, Peter, he's been with me almost from the start.

He's worked his way from kitsch to awards.

He's a great photographer, a thorough journalist.

He's more than thorough.

He's compulsive, obsessive.

We call him the bloodhound.

What better name for a reporter?

Send them to Bond tomorrow.

Hey, Marlena has a friend.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Stunning.

Long, tall.

Well, not exactly tall.

Statuesque.

What is she, another stewardess?

Trust me, man.

This is Congo Randy talking, yeah?

Yeah.

Gina may fly in a plane and not on a horse, but she's a genuine Valkyrie.

I call these conversations under fire.

It's just like being there.

It's just like being there.

Where is it?

The Congo.

Golden days.

When you've had enough, just say so.

Don't be polite.

I haven't had enough.

He wore down two wives.

He's demonic.

Isn't he?

He, uh, sometimes gets carried away.

In other words, he's off his rock.

There are enough sane men in the world.

And letting him loose on Göring's yacht is a huge mistake.

Which one was Göring?

He ran the air force.

Oh, yes.

Sounds like something Göring can really get his teeth into.

Hmm.

Montgomery presented her to the royal family during the occupation.

She was part of the British Rhine Flotilla until 1960.

When the Queen returned her to Göring's widow, Emmy.

Why?

Some bizarre British notion of noblesse oblige.

Then Emmy needed to sell her.

The daughter was furious, I believe.

I thought it would make a shrewd investment.

But I don't have time to look after her.

Poor thing.

She needs a loving master.

Her body rotting and waterlogged.

The Carin II is very nearly a ghost ship.

But, if you shut your eyes and concentrate, you can put

yourself in touch with a mix of condottiere and sybarite.

That was Hermann Göring.

It's extremely interesting.

What's a sybarite?

That's someone who lives for pleasure.

Right.

And what's a condotterie?

Condottiere.

It's a professional military man in the 18th century.

Well...

It's very, very interesting.

I wish there were more photographs.

There are.

She's completely taken me over.

I can sense that.

I think I will buy her.

She's not cheap.

180,000 marks.

I'll have to mortgage this place.

But I must possess her.

Do you know a lot about boats?

Not a thing.

Gerd, is this wise?

A wise doesn't come into it.

I have to buy the Carin II.

There's no choice.

Do you understand?

Gerd...

I want to hear a war.

What about... A bazooka attack.

And a chopper rescue.

In Bay Road.

Now that she's sea-worthy, I'll have to refurbish her.

You can't refurbish her.

You're broke.

Yeah.

Yes, that makes the problem a lot more interesting.

Gerd.

Morning, Peter.

Nice to have you in the building for a change.

Oh, thank you, Peter.

Look, I want you to go to New York next week.

I can't.

I'm going to Munich.

Yeah, well, forget about Munich, okay?

It's with a bicentennial issue.

Is America proud of itself again?

That sort of thing.

I'm working on something else.

Well, do you mind telling me what that might be?

Sure.

Follow up to my Carin II piece.

Oh, jeez.

I mean, you've written everything there is to be written about that goddamn boat.

I don't think I have.

Well, I didn't send Schmidt.

He loves New York.

Bye, Peter.

You're lucky that Nanin still supports you.

But one day the scales are going to fall from his eyes.

May I keep these?

Oh, yes.

I brought them for you.

I feel you love the boat.

You photographed her with love.

She has an unmistakable aura, yes.

I felt that when I read your article.

You know, as a rule, I never read Stern.

Much too opportunistic for me.

Much too radical chic.

But you wrote with sympathy, perhaps?

I tried to see all sides.

Of course, I was very young when my father chose to depart this earth.

But he's still part of me.

He wrote once to my mother.

The people want to love.

And the Fuhrer was often too far from them, so they clung to me.

There's a photograph of him during the trial at Nuremberg.

Emaciated, and yet...

You could see the expression on his face.

He's pleased in some way.

Pleased that he had been given the number one position in the dock.

The kind of recognition at last of his place in history.

You're very kind, Mr. Heidman.

I would like to take you to my warehouse.

I have nearly all the furnishings from the yacht.

In storage, in mint condition.

I'd be honoured.

Gert?

Will you dine with me tonight?

Yes, certainly.

Do you like game?

Oh, yes.

All game.

I devoured it.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

She gave me everything.

Apparently.

You liked her?

Obviously.

She had interesting things to say.

Here.

She was very useful.

But did you like her?

Well, she was very sad.

Very grand, but very vulnerable.

You'll see tonight.

I will?

Yeah, we're meeting here for drinks.

She wants to show these guys what I've done to the yacht.

Just two guys.

From the old days.

Hello, this is my friend, Gina.

I've heard so much about you.

Me too.

You.

Gert?

Gina, may I present Carl?

Honour.

And Wilhelm Munker.

Wilhelm.

That is Gina.

Well, shall we go?

Yes.

Munker was the last commander of the German garrison.

Wulf was Himmler's liaison officer with Hitler.

Himmler called him Wulfshen.

They say he sent 300,000 Jews to Wulfshen.

They say he sent 300,000 Jews to Wulfshen.

It's exactly the same.

My God!

It is exactly the same.

Even the portrait.

One of the best, I think.

Yes, Wulfshen?

Yes, Wulfshen.

Oh, I remembered.

No, no.

You will shut me up.

Being here releases too many memories.

Of course it does, Wulfshen.

And you must share them with us.

I may call you Wulfshen, may I?

Yes.

Yes.

You see, the Fuhrer was always trying to get Herman to stop smoking.

As a monument, one cannot be betrayed with a cigar in one's mouth.

That's pretty true.

You made Himmler what?

You actually boasted about that.

Yes.

Well, he's proud of his record.

Quite unrepentant.

I have to admit there's something rather charming about the old man.

Hmm.

Well, they can't stay away.

Being here seems to unblock their memories.

It's an extraordinary environment.

Hmm.

That's why they'll talk.

Who?

The keepers of the flame.

The retinue that surrounded Hitler.

Now, they'll flog here.

Munch, Wulf.

They'll spread the word through the network.

Edda as well, about the Karen too.

And with the champagne, the caviar, the artifacts, the atmosphere.

They'll talk, and I'll get it all down on tape.

They could do a series of articles.

Henry, this is a book!

Cots would never stand for it.

Screw Cots!

Henry, you are stern!

Look.

I'm really onto something.

I know what people say about me, that I can get out of control.

I'm the bloodhound.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

And I'm on the scent of something, really.

Tremendous.

To Deckboard Conversations.

To

Deckboard Conversations.

You're not lining in Hamburg.

Is it?

Oh, I won't be so short of that.

Henry?

Come in.

Oh, good.

Now, just looking over all this stuff you've brought back, are you seriously

telling me that this drivel has cost us 27,000 marks?

In drivel.

All those bastard cages are the same type of stuff they've been peddling for years.

It's stale, unpleasant, old hat, and useless.

The photographs are Martin Bormann.

Old hat.

Martin Bormann died during the breakout from

the Führer and Bunker on the 2nd of May, 1945.

Henry, that has never been proved.

Good.

I don't want to argue with you.

SS Export is useless, and Deckboard Conversations is even worse.

You've recorded 500 hours of tapes, and it all sounds like this.

I ate with the Führer every night.

He always had opinions about everything.

Yes, well.

I've yet to separate the dross from the gold.

It's all dross, Gerd.

I'm going to tell Manfred Fisher we've both decided,

after long reflection, that neither book has panned out.

Just listen, don't speak, please.

On Monday morning, report back to Peter Koch.

It's time you've started earning your salary again.

This is outrageous.

No, I'm...

Henry, you do realise, Deal, that I've had

offers from Bunter and Quick to work for them.

Good.

I take them both very seriously indeed.

I'm out of options.

I need 60,000 just to pay next year's interest on the 300,000 renovation loan.

Not to mention a new engine.

I'm going to have to sell.

Oh, God!

Swear you'll only sell it to someone sympathetic.

I swear.

Karl Wolfe's helping me to find a buyer.

Swear you'll sell the entire collection with the yacht.

You won't break it up.

I swear.

On Gina's life.

I...

I swear on Gina's life.

No.

Just leave me alone.

Yes.

Gerd?

Yes.

You're pathetic.

Oh, Papa.

There are no more men in the world.

Look, Gerd.

While I'm pursuing the foreign money, are you willing

to sell off some of the growing smaller pieces?

Sure.

Good.

Gina, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

There's a wealthy collector down south near Stuttgart.

His name is Fritz Stiefel.

I've had dealings with him.

Be worth your while driving down to see him.

He has good taste.

While you're with Stiefel, you might try to check on something.

There's a rumor going around the network that he's

got his hands on an important Hitler document.

I've heard different stories.

Fragments of poetry, chapter of a novel.

Most often, I've heard that it's a diary.

A diary.

A diary.

A diary.

I have a friend of Carl Wolf.

Of course, do you really want to possibly have brought you back on?

Genuine.

What is that?

That's crazy.

Thank you.

This seems an odd transaction for a stone reporter.

You look more like some medieval partner selling holy relics.

Yes.

Well, in a way, they are holy relics, aren't they?

Perhaps.

I understand from Carl Wolf, you have quite a collection of relics yourself.

The latest edition sounds particularly interesting.

Diary, isn't it?

You see, Mr. Stiefel, in the end, I am a journalist.

Not a salesman.

Oh, my God.

Exquisite, aren't they?

Yes.

Maiden Buchenwald.

You particularly wanted to see... ...this.

May I hold it?

There was dogs, you must have food.

Where did you get this?

It was salvaged by local peasants from a plane crash after the war.

Who gave it to you?

A man in Stuttgart.

He has relatives in the East German Army.

What's his name?

I couldn't tell you that, not without his permission.

Are there more diaries?

I think so, in the East.

How many?

I understand there may be as many as 26.

26?

Please, please, Mr. Heidemann.

That's enough for tonight.

You are outstaying your welcome.

How can I get hold of his money, Mr. Heidemann?

Please, it's enough.

explorer is outstamping him out of his pillow.

Heidemann.

Ava's dogs are off theirfounder.

Ava's dogs are off theirhood.

Ava's dogs are off their food.

Jay cause!

Jay, I heard it.

Ava's dogs are off their food.

I think, my aunt... Oh!

Storage!

I was meant to find it!

Everyone conspire, huh!

The carrying two?

The projects failing?

Being broke, being desperate.

They were all tests, like Siegfried to someone.

They were tests to see if I was ready.

To see if I was ready to receive them.

And I was.

I was ready.

I was ready, Jim.

I was ready.

Hipless dogs are up there.

Don't tell him, girl.

Don't tell him.

I beg you.

Henry!

Henry!

Get away from me.

Get away with that Nazi shit.

Don't ever let this man hear another Nazi story again.

What was that about?

You don't want to know.

Yes, I do.

Well, there's a trouble with Kosh and Nanan.

Is there not interested in history anymore?

Well, I am.

That's what my department is all about.

So I'll commission you to search for the Hitler Diaries.

You know what you're doing, do you?

You heard what Nanan said to me.

I think most of them heard what Nanan said to you.

So, you're going expressly against the wishes of the publisher and the editor?

Yes.

You're a brave man, Mr. Velvet.

Well, I'm not so brave.

No one will know what Gerd is working on unless he finds the Diaries.

Then we'll all be heroes.

Here's the heroes.

Hello, Stiefel here.

Mr. Stiefel, it's extremely important that I

contact the man who supplied you with the Diary.

No.

No, absolutely not.

I don't like Stern.

I detest its politics.

And I won't give you all a chance for some more anti-Hitler propaganda.

Now, please, Mr. Heidelberg, just leave me in peace.

Carl, the document is a diary.

God, a Hitler diary?

Of course I'll keep my ears open.

Listen, Carl, it's urgent that we find his source.

Oh, there's just one thing.

I know Fritz has bought a lot of stuff from an antiques dealer in Stuttgart.

Name of Fischer.

Gina, am I going to find these Diaries?

Yes, you will.

Because you believe they exist.

Thomas doesn't know.

Not really.

Do you believe in them?

I believe what you believe.

Shit!

What is it?

Operation Seraglio.

Stiefel said there was a plane.

A plane crash.

That has to be it.

Operation Seraglio?

Yeah, in 1945.

Trunks of mysterious documents were shipped out of the bunker.

Here it is.

I thought about this the night I drove to Stiefel.

It has to be right.

It has to be right.

Thanks, Leo.

You can, with that, let me know what the outcome is, yeah?

Leo?

Okay.

In 1945, in 1945, certain mysterious documents were taken from the bunker,

loaded onto planes.

One of the planes crashed.

Hitler went spare.

Now, yesterday, I rang the Wehrmacht Information Bureau.

You follow me so far?

It is true.

It is true.

Hitler's papers were loaded onto planes.

One of the planes crashed in East Germany.

The plane carried the diaries, and the diaries were salvaged.

The diaries exist.

We have to find Fisher.

He's the one link between the wrecked aircraft and Fritz Seafall.

We have to find him before anybody else does.

You're the tops.

You're the Nuremberg Rally.

You're the wealth of the Great Saar Valley.

Your smiling face says the Aryan race won't quit.

You're a Schiller poem.

A Nietzsche tome.

You're a Messerschmitt.

An American wrote those words.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

During the war, Goebbels ordered new lyrics to popular American songs.

They did all the great Sir Cole Porter, Rodgers and Hart, George Gershwin.

They were furious.

But at least it sends our boys into battle with the songs in their heart.

Nice.

We've been waiting for you.

Go on.

The other day I found a fabulous old recording.

The Luftwaffe men's chorus singing.

Of Manhattan.

Now, Bronx and Staten Island.

Hans,

a very happy birthday.

Oh, Carl.

You shouldn't have.

Oh, look.

Look, everyone.

Carl.

Carl, I'd like you to meet Edith and Conrad Fisher.

Just call me Connie.

Hello.

Gerd.

I'm at Fritz Stiefel's.

Birthday party for Hans Bauer.

Carl?

What's happened?

A couple of minutes ago.

He brought it in.

A treat for Bauer.

The diary.

I've seen it, Gerd.

Oh.

It's had all.

Well, Bauer went crazy.

Well, so did I.

He said it must have been part of the Seraglio operation.

Which surprised even Mr. Fisher.

Fisher?

That's why I'm from here.

I've met him.

I've met Conrad Fisher.

That's fantastic.

Carl's met Fisher.

I'll try and get him alone.

Well, Carl, what?

I said, I'll try and get him alone.

But what do I tell him?

Er...

Tell him Stern are interested in acquiring the other diaries.

Tell him that they would be prepared to offer a great deal of money.

How much?

Let's say the offer would be substantial.

Now here is Churchill's latest appeal to Roosevelt.

Frankie, Frankie.

The Germans are driving me nuts.

From Normandy to Egypt.

They took all my landing spots.

They've done a lot of bombing.

My dogs are completely dirty.

Now I'm afraid it'll be too late.

For heaven's sake, hurry up!

Frankie, Frankie.

Give me your answer, too.

I'm half-crazy.

Waiting for news from you.

Britannia won't have the carriage.

For the Anglo-American marriage.

If you don't send up a lease and lend a shotgun of darkness, too!

Oh, Carl.

Do you have a request?

I do, as a matter of fact.

Do you know I've got a secret?

Carl?

Yes, yes.

Hold on.

Yes, yes.

I can ring him.

Get a paper.

Pencil.

Please.

Write this down.

Hold on, Carl.

Right?

Okay, go ahead.

Seven-double-one.

Seven-double-one.

Two-double-one-five-two.

Sixty aspergerstries.

Sixty aspergerstries.

Yes, yes.

Thank you, Carl.

Believe me.

If this works out, you'll share in the benefits.

Good night, Carl.

Fisher's home number.

Shall we phone, Thomas?

No, no, no, no.

Let's make sure this isn't a blind alley.

I'll see you later, then.

Hello, yes?

Gert Heidmann here.

Oh, yes.

We want the diaries.

Uh-huh.

Do you know who I am?

I do.

Yes, yes.

Ah, excuse me for asking, but who are you exactly?

You're a hard man to find.

Well, I run a small shop in Stuttgart.

I deal in, uh, Militaria mainly.

I'm from the East originally, but my brother's still there.

He's, uh, he's a general.

And, well, he's in contact with some peasants at Bernersdorf.

One of Hitler's transport planes crashed there towards the end of the war.

Um, he bartered with these peasants and he acquired, uh, well, a hoard of material

that was salvaged from the burning airplane.

Yes.

Yes.

You see, it's, uh, it's not just diaries.

There's a lot more.

Hitler oil paintings, a second volume of Mein Kampf, the score of his opera.

What?

Hitler wrote an opera?

Yes, yes, he did.

Um, when he was very young with his friend, uh, August Kubitschek.

It's based on the myth of Wieland the blacksmith and the, uh, Icelandic Valkyries.

It sounds amazing.

Yes, it is.

Mr. Fisher, when can we meet?

Uh, um, Gerd.

Uh, may I call you Gerd?

Of course, yes.

Up to now, my brother has only been willing to deal with collectors.

I'm not at all sure that he would ever allow

this material to be sold to a publishing company.

You must understand, his actual life could be in danger.

I understand.

No, I understand the danger and I guarantee you absolute confidentiality.

You will deal only with me.

And, um, there is rather a large amount of money involved.

Yeah, how much money exactly?

I've been authorised to offer you two million marks.

Ah!

Ah!

Shhh!

Um, well, I'll get a message to my brother and then I'll bring you back.

Wait, when?

Um, soon, very soon.

Um, uh, I think it's better that we don't talk anymore just now.

Um, oh, I've just seen my tram.

I've got to go.

Uh, bye.

I thought you were going out.

Uh, yeah.

I just decided to do a bit of work in the cellar.

It was all yourself.

You know, I just had a very interesting phone call.

A very nice man wants to give me a great deal of money.

Good.

Good.

So now you and Balder have to come up with two million marks.

Money's no problem.

No?

No.

No, I'm...

I feel like Veland, the blacksmith, on a quest.

Guided by some...

Higher power.

I can feel it inside me.

I've been touched with greatness, Gina.

I have this... New energy...

Racing inside me.

Charging.

Exploding.

Unstoppable.

Fly with me.

Fly with me.

Fly with me.

You're the top.

You're Mahatma Gandhi.

You're the top.

You're Napoleon Brandy.

You're a German race by Messerschmitt.

At night.

You're the stucca noise.

You're ring forest.

You're nasty mice.

You're with me.

You're a bottle of whiskey.

You're with me.

That is rather with me.

I'm completely nuts.

Like General Smuts of Flux.

I'm completely nuts.

I'm the baby.

I'm the bottom.

You're the top.

You're the top.

Our beloved Führer.

You're the head.

Of a sketch by juror.

You ring every bell.

You're a top hotel in Cannes.

A priceless lepidoptera.

A Wagner opera.

You're Superman.

One man.

Caution Manon are watching.

So don't react to what I'm about to say to you.

I've made contact with Conrad Fischer.

Stay cool Thomas.

Let's take a walk.

And not only can his brother provide diaries.

There are paintings.

A sequel to Mein Kampf.

And hold on to your hat.

The score for Hitler's opera.

Wieland the blacksmith.

And his passion for Gundilla, the Icelandic Valkyrie.

I've offered him two million marks.

Jeez.

Thomas.

This is the find of the decade.

The century.

I suppose when you stop to think about it.

It's a bargain, really.

Exactly.

Come on.

On the other hand, it's not our money.

We'll have to work hard on Henry.

No more Nazi crap.

Those words still bang in my ears.

We're not going to discuss this with Norman.

What?

He's the publisher.

The founder.

The publisher.

The founder.

Not the power.

Not anymore.

The power is with the money.

And the money is with the owners.

On the ninth floor.

This weekend, I walked through Bavaria with my great good friend, Wilfried Sorga.

Who, by a lovely stroke of luck, has just been made sales manager for Bruno Rignard.

A good omen, don't you think?

You must prepare for us a kind of prospectus.

Oh, God.

Can Fisher really deliver?

Is he for genuine?

Heidemann is the bloodhound.

Heidemann has the nose.

So far, his nose has been sniffing a pleasant aroma.

If it's true, if these diaries do exist, we'll sell

this story around and around and around the world!

It's just as beautiful as I remember it.

Let's go to the vault.

I want August to see this.

August?

Yes.

August Prisak.

He's the expert on Hitler and the Reich.

I thought of having my collection valued.

Yeah.

Good idea.

August.

This is the legendary Conrad Fischer.

It can't be!

The last time I held this in my hands was back in 1936.

It must bring back some wonderful memories.

It surely does.

Wait till I tell Billy about this.

August is collaborating with Billy Price, the great Texas collector.

Oh, we see the guy that bought one of General

Herbner's tanks and put it on his front lawn.

That's my Billy.

We're writing the definitive book on Hitler art.

When he sees Fritz's collection, he'll go crazy.

It's completely superb.

I bless the day I found your shop.

So do I.

The explosion catastrophe at Reinsdorf is all I need.

It's him.

I'd know that writing anywhere.

Where did this come from?

It was salvaged after the war.

From a plane crash.

Gundelfinger's plane.

Precisely.

My brother liberated a whole trunk full of

documents from a bunch of peasants back east.

Of course, the dimwits didn't have any idea what they were giving up.

But you must bring us more documents.

History will thank you.

You are our salvation.

Fascinating.

Why didn't you take this to Koch and Nanam?

We didn't think that they'd be sympathetic.

They're hostile to anything that might, uh...

Well, it might humanize the Reich.

In fact...

Well, Nanam put the kibosh on my SS books precisely because

I tried to treat the subject in a three-dimensional way.

That radical, chic attitude again.

My friends, this is riveting.

But is it true?

We believe it is.

I used to believe in a tooth fairy.

But I'm glad I didn't give him two million marks.

It is true, though.

It is true.

Well, look.

Imagine.

Come with me.

20th of April.

1945.

In Hitler's bunker.

Hmm?

Papers.

Property.

Valuables.

Staff.

Being evacuated to the Alpine Redoubt.

Near Berchtesgaden.

This was the famous Operation Seraglio.

Now, ten planes were involved.

Nine safely reached their destination, but one plane.

The plane piloted by Major Friedrich Gunnulfinger.

The plane which carried the mysterious metal trunk.

Only travelled one-third of its journey.

It crashed.

In the Heidenholz forest.

Imagine.

Hmm?

A figure.

Writhing.

Screaming in agony.

Trapped inside the wreckage.

The intense heat making rescue impossible.

When Hitler was informed, he went berserk.

He screamed in agony.

It was a catastrophe.

His one testament to posterity.

Destroyed.

Thomas and I retraced the events of Operation Seraglio.

We actually visited Gunnulfinger's grave.

There can be no doubt it's the authenticity of this story.

I personally know almost all who survived Hitler's bunker.

I've checked the facts with them.

It is true.

We have the opportunity to purchase this historic archive.

If you consider the risk too great.

Then I shall seek a publisher with money and vision in the United States.

Peter.

Come up here please.

How much will you need?

200,000 marks.

As a deposit against the first three diaries.

Okay.

When can you leave?

Tonight?

My case is downstairs.

Time is of the essence.

One diary is already in private hands.

If he should decide to sell, the story would be blown wide open.

You must leave immediately.

Gerd Heidemann, Peter Kuzel, our new financial secretary.

Peter.

Hello.

Peter, Mr. Heidemann must have 200,000 marks in cash tonight.

But, Dr. Fisher, it's 6.30.

The banks are shut.

You must give the money.

Well, I suppose the Deutsche Bank at the airport may be open.

I knew you'd find a solution.

Good luck my friend would keep me posted and

I'll try and keep cautioned man on a day.

Manfred, you've made a great decision.

For us and for posterity.

Veland.

Oh, hello, Kurt.

I'm in Stuttgart.

The quest for Fisher is nearly over.

We're on the road to Valhalla, my darling.

I hope you took your overcoat.

Don't worry.

I'm warm.

I'm very warm.

I'm very warm.

It's a pleasure.

Connie, please call me Connie.

So, here's to unexpected visits.

The future?

Well, actually, Gerd, we might not have a future.

At least not together.

I've had another approach.

America.

Somebody, well, let's say somebody big.

Somebody very big and, uh, well, two million dollars.

Okay, Connie.

You can deal with the Americans.

You can grow old and grey while they give you a Niagara of bullshit.

Or you can deal with a German company.

People of action.

After all, we did invent the Blitzkrieg.

A good-faith advance for the first three diaries.

150,000 marks.

Diaries?

I'll tell you later.

Ta-da!

Herman Goerings dress you for...

Is it for sale?

No.

No, it's priceless.

I'd planned to give it to you as a way of sealing our future, but...

You say we have no future.

Hold on, Goer.

I...

I wasn't thinking correctly.

Of course.

The Führer's Diaries must go to a German company.

We have a great future together.

To Connie and Goerd.

Goerd and Connie.

Know what I'm saying...