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The first sentence is the second sentence.

You!

You!

Many years ago, I sensed a hunger in our nation, and that it was my calling,

yeah, my calling, to feed this hunger, this ravenous appetite for the past.

So, I set up a shop, a kind of delicatessen for the soul.

First, only our people came here, but gradually word spread.

I had the English, the French, the Americans.

Sure, many, many Americans.

I grew to understand that this same hunger existed

all over the world for anything to do with the Rape.

Now, look at this, look at this.

This is fascinating.

Now, to look at it, you'd think it was a perfectly ordinary outfit.

But then I found a piece of authentication

that put it in a completely different light.

This is the dress suit worn by Hitler for the opening of the Reichstag, 1933.

It's overwhelming.

Lucky I found that card, eh?

I mean, what greater vocation could a man have?

The satisfaction, well, it's beyond cash.

On the other hand, you've no violent objection to cash.

Not at all, no.

So, let's talk business.

Great.

50,000 marks per diary.

We're also interested in Mein Kampf 2, the Wieland score, and

any other major archive material your brother can produce.

Okay.

Excellent.

I'll talk to your lawyers in the morning.

No.

No.

No lawyers.

This is between Gerd and Connie, yes?

Yes.

And now, I must give you something to seal our wonderful collaboration.

How about this?

Nude on a green background.

Hitler painted it himself.

This is his niece, Geli Rabel.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you gave me a genuine Gering uniform,

and now I give you one of my Hitler paintings.

I would say that our relationship is off to a perfect start.

Thomas.

Look, I'm sorry to ring you so early, but I've been up all night.

I thought you'd want to know how it went.

Of course.

How did it go?

Extremely well.

He's very keen to do business with this.

How much does he want?

85,000 for each diary.

I don't think that's out of line, do you?

No.

No, I don't think that's out of line at all.

Mr. Heidemann, your account is showing a credit of 995,000 marks.

You've been in a bouncy mood last night.

Well, I did great business, and I needed to celebrate.

That's what I need you for.

Dancing, drinking, erotic earthquakes.

And what do you need Edith for?

I need Edith for pot roast.

But who exactly is this guy?

I promise not to reveal his identity.

All I can tell you is that he's a rich collector,

and his brother is a general in the East German army.

His brother is the source.

He's risking his life.

His life, Wilfred!

That's all very dramatic, Gerd.

But I'm extremely unhappy with this 200,000

having gone, and nothing yet to show for it.

There's goodwill to show for it.

But when do we get beyond goodwill?

Well, he expects the first consignment in a week.

Smile, Wilfred, it's a guilt-edge investment.

They reek of age.

It's like holding history in our hands.

I wish I could understand the writing.

Yes, I hadn't realized they'd be written in the Gothic script.

Can anyone decipher it?

Here, here, here.

Ah, April 15th.

My health is poorly.

The result of too little sleep.

April 16th.

My stomach makes it difficult to sleep.

My left leg is often numb.

April 18th.

I suffer much from sleeplessness and stomach pains.

I ate nothing.

While Ava enjoyed her vegetable hot pot.

If the slightest hint that these diaries exist should ever slip out, then my

contact assures me that not only would his brother seek

supplies, but that his very life would be in danger.

No one from the outside must be allowed to examine the diaries, therefore,

until we're in possession of the complete set.

But there must be an authentication test.

Oh, they're right, they're right, Jan, for now.

All information must be restricted to the inner sanctum.

I don't even want cosh and nan unbriefed until all the transactions are completed.

So we will be continuing with the potter?

No question.

The management is 100% behind you.

To Gert.

For bringing us this magnificent gift.

The publishing coup of the century.

The Hitler diaries.

The diaries.

The diaries.

The diaries.

So when I bought the Carin II, and began to meet the

keepers of the flame, I gradually saw what we've lost.

All right, we have the economic miracle.

They had the belief.

While holding the books this morning, looking at the writing, I felt the power.

Even if I couldn't understand a single word.

Thank you.

I mean, it's moving to be even a small cog in the historic machine.

Did you go east to collect them?

Which were dangerous.

So how did your brother get them to you?

You know that...

Pianos are East Germany's biggest export?

Yes.

Well?

Our cousin Stefan is the foreman of a piano factory.

So... Diaries are being shipped to you inside pianos.

And I meet them at the border.

It's child's play, really.

That was fantastic.

That was fantastic.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I tell you, this is why I'm so high.

The marketing possibilities of Adolf Hitler's

secret diaries are literally incalculable.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Manfred, I must speak to you.

I must talk to you.

Sure.

Have you gone through Heideman's contract?

Not yet.

His demands are simply incredible.

Only he can deal with his contact.

All transactions must be in cash.

It sounds correct so far.

Correct.

We provide him with almost unlimited sums of money and there are no records.

No accounts, not a single adequate safeguard.

His contact must be protected.

We agreed.

Yes.

We are taking all the risks.

And gambling with two and a half million marks.

I'm talking business now.

Right.

Let's talk business.

Let's talk business.

Heideman is the only one who knows the collector's identity.

He could go to Bunter or Quick or direct to the US.

Do the deal, Jan, and do it fast.

Before we lose the most important story in this company's history.

I am not happy.

I'm not interested in your happiness.

I'm interested in our finances.

Do the deal, Jan.

Jan!

It's all there.

300,000 marks.

Um, Gerd, I wonder, um... Could you read me out some extracts?

It's so frustrating for me, but I can't decipher the Gothic script.

Of course.

Of course, it's the least I can do.

Um... Let me see here.

January the 18th, 1933.

Although I have become Reich Chancellor, I have not forgotten Ava's birthday.

Sir, he painted a portrait of himself for her.

Ava is the sporty type.

It has helped her very much to be in the open air.

It's like he's here in the room with us, you know.

On Ava's wishes, I have been thoroughly examined by my doctors.

Because of the new pills, I have violent flatulence.

And Ava says, very bad breath.

Thank you, Gerd.

I don't think I can take any more.

Yes, I understand.

Now I've, uh...

Something else for you.

This...

Is the actual pistol that the Fuhrer used to take his own life.

No joking.

No joke.

And I can let you have it.

For almost trade price.

Dr. Fisher to head, Bertelsmann.

Gurge Shulter-Hillen named his successor.

Does Shulter-Hillen know about him?

Uh-uh.

Will he be supportive?

A man's a technician.

He's not a journalist.

He may well rock the boat.

We'll know more at lunch.

Well...

This is quite a shock.

It's a happy shock, of course.

But this really is...

something.

I mean, I can't understand the Gothic script, unfortunately,

but I can tell that this is definitely something.

I leave you not a bad inheritance, Gurge.

Certainly.

You have left me...

something.

How much have we paid out already?

1.8 million marks.

The price, I'm afraid, is going up.

100,000 per diary.

Heideman says the collector's getting reading.

I'll need your authorization for another million.

Si.

Another million.

These are genuine, I take it.

We wouldn't have spent nearly 2 million if we hadn't been confident.

Yes, of course.

And the money was given to Heideman in cash?

Yes.

In order to protect his contact.

Where is Heideman, by the way?

Myknoth.

He is coming back, I take it.

Why have we stopped here?

Because this is where we're going to live.

I can't believe you actually rented this place.

And the apartment downstairs.

Well, I needed a showcase for everything Connie sold me.

Well, let's go, Kundal.

We've got shopping to do.

When I tell the little blue, la-la-la-la.

How I love to shop with you, la-la-la-la.

When I shop

with you, I'm your case down, la-la-la-la.

Mama love to shop with her, pop-up.

We spend all your lovely notes, la-la-la-la.

What a story.

Violence, personal tragedy, conspiracy, espionage, international crises,

and vivid pictures.

I must send someone to Turkey.

Where's Heidemann?

Excellent question.

Whenever I ask him to do some normal journalism, I'm told he's working with Valder.

You complained to the management.

I did.

I tackled Dr. Fisher.

He told me to, quote, get off Heidemann's back, unquote.

Let's see if the new management director has any more force coming.

Where's the phone?

It's time these lucky gentlemen understood

what the management's been acquiring for them.

I cannot believe your behavior.

I mean, you've been operating behind our backs.

It's a cabala, a conspiracy against Henry and myself.

Fatuous left-wing paranoia.

Well, from what Dr. Fisher tells me, Peter, it should

be me who's absolutely furious with you and Henry.

Us?

Yes.

For antagonizing Gerd Heidemann and almost costing us the scoop of the decade.

A century.

Well, I'm not so sure.

They are such a scoop.

It's a scoop, Peter.

No question.

The Hesse-Roy Malone's worth is weight in gold.

If it's genuine.

Of course it's genuine.

They're all genuine.

Do you think that Manfred Fisher would have paid out two million marks for forgeries?

Who has authenticated them?

Well, no one from the outside has actually formally examined them.

Heidemann wanted us to wait until all the diaries are in the safe.

You let Gerd Heidemann talk you out of an expert examination.

It made sense.

We're all so confident of them.

Gentlemen!

It's not so long ago that Sunday Times were

confident they were buying Mussolini's diaries.

After spending a great deal of money, they were proved absolutely to be fake.

I've never been easy about all this.

We must have the Hitler diaries examined immediately.

I'm going to approach Henker, the Bundesarchief, Frei Sulzer in Zurich,

and Ordway Hilton.

He's on the American board of forensic document examiners.

You'll have Hitler's letter to Gerdin for comparisons.

I don't like it.

It puts Ghani's brother in terrible danger.

That's why we're only sending them copies of this one page from the Hesse volume.

None of them will know it comes from a set of diaries.

There's nothing to worry about, Gerd.

I'm sorry, Connie.

It's all to do with those meddling Marxists.

Protecting the capitalists' investment.

I hope you're not offended.

Of course not.

It's just business.

Well, thank you for being so understanding.

Good night, Connie.

Goodbye, Gerd.

You know, I'm glad you put our money into property.

Well, my father always said, no-one can take bricks and mortar away from you.

I certainly hope not.

Fancy a couple of drinks down the city bar?

No, no.

You go.

Black Forest Clinic is too good to lose.

I have now made a thorough examination of the documents sent to you by Mr.

Hinker of the Bundesarchive, having used all the facilities

available to me and the Rhineland-Felzbis Laboratories.

Having compared the Hess communique with Hitler's letter to Hermann Goering,

there is no doubt in my mind that this is all the work of the same hand.

The script of Adolf Hitler is highly individualistic and offers a good basis

for the examination of questionable handwriting.

There can be no doubt that both these documents were written by Adolf Hitler.

I never doubted it, but it's good to have official authentication.

And now you can start showing some pleasure, yeah.

Well, um, I believe that you both have something to say to Gerd.

Yes.

Uh, I'd just like to say, Gerd, that I have known you a long, long time

and that we've loved and fought, as colleagues do, and that at this very

moment, I'm very grateful and very proud of you.

Yes, and, um, yeah, well, um, Henry has taken the sentiments right out of my mouth.

Thank you both.

Yeah.

And rest assured that the, uh, the tests are no, uh, criticism of you, Gerd.

Of course not, Gerd.

No, but I have something to tell you.

The diaries are going to be shipped by piano again.

Oh, well, that's, that's excellent.

But I'd like you to keep the Mercedes anyway.

Oh, thank you, Gerd.

Uh, there is going to be an increase in price, though.

As the foreman at the piano factory is blackmailing the general.

So now, in order to make a profit, my contact wants 200,000 marks per diary.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.

I mean, we can't stop now.

Good.

You made this?

Yes.

I'm very touched.

So, I'm curious.

Did they do, um, extensive forensic tests?

No, no, Fry's Saucer said not to bother.

Paper was too difficult to date.

But they were all handwriting experts.

Yes, yes.

They compared a sheet that we made a copy of

with a copy of Hitler's letter to Goering.

You know, the one about the, uh, the Russian invasion?

The one you bought from me?

Yes, exactly.

Valder thought it would make a good comparison.

And the handwriting is exactly the same.

Yes, it would be.

It was so obvious.

The American said he had absolutely no doubt whatsoever.

Even though he couldn't understand a word of German.

I've got some more good news for you, Gerd.

My brother telephoned yesterday.

You know, we always thought that there were only 27 diaries.

And now it turns out there are many more.

Terrific!

So, if it's not too immodest, I would like to paraphrase the Fuhrer.

Here is the miracle of the age.

That you have found me.

That you have found me amongst so many millions.

And that I have found you.

This is our good fortune.

Tomorrow the world.

I'm the Tops.

I'm Cesare Borgia.

I'm the Tops.

I'm the world's greatest Foggia.

And so, it is the destiny of West Germany to be the eyes and

ears of democracy in the battle against communist imperialism.

For what Adolf Hitler knew is still true today.

If Bolshevism triumphs, mankind will lose the gift of laughter and joy.

It will become merely a shapeless mass, doomed to greyness and despair.

I'm sure you all join me in thanking our brilliant

speaker, the great English historian David Irving.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Inspiring speech.

That, uh, that last quote, where did it come from?

It was something he said at dinner.

It's in a book on Hitler's table talk.

Ah, I thought perhaps it came from the diary.

Diary?

He never kept a diary.

Well, you know August Presack?

Yes.

I met the sycophantic old toad in Munich.

He keeps writing me for a character reference.

Well, Presack swears he's seen a Hitler diary.

And it's only one of a whole set that have been discovered in the East.

When Plan 3 appears, the other history books will have to be rewritten.

With Bertelsmann's connections, you'll sell this around the world.

For sure.

And Plan 3 will serve as a sort of trial balloon.

Exactly.

For what?

The diaries, of course.

Only if a buyer agrees to our conditions and timetable for Plan 3.

Only if he behaves correctly, only then do I reveal the big

picture and give the buyer a chance to bid for the great prize.

But how can you mention Plan 3 without talking about the diaries in the first place?

Quite simple.

We say the Hess material is based on newly discovered memos.

After all, the handwriting experts never knew

the page they analyzed came from a diary.

In the savage world of marketing, such white lines are the minor in discretion.

You will start to serialize Plan 3 in Stern next January,

which happens to be the 50th anniversary of Hitler's election.

Why the hell start with a history lesson about Brutal Hess?

The real scoops of the discovery of the diaries.

My dear friend, you're thinking short-term like a journalist.

Perhaps that's because I am a journalist.

Why not think like a businessman for a change?

We've spent a great deal of money on this project already.

The further we can stretch the material, the more satisfactory our profit will be.

Just because we're making history doesn't mean we can't be cost-effective.

All right, that's settled then.

We concentrate on Plan 3 for now.

We keep the diaries under wraps.

I hope you're carrying out proper forensic tests, by the way.

Handwriting analysis isn't sufficient proof.

I'll be sending material to the Wiesbaden police lab.

Happy?

Do we have a choice?

No.

Everybody must be happy.

You're delirious.

Henry, relax.

Delaying publication gives me more time to secure the other diaries.

There are dozens more.

My God, we've opened a pintura's box.

I'd say we've struck a rich vein of gold.

Yeah, I'd say that too.

Documents from Stern Magazine.

Origin?

I don't think so.

Um, put them up there.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yes?

August, please, I hear from Munich.

Yes.

Can I help you?

I'm meeting my American collaborator, Billy Price, in London next month.

You know, we're doing a big project on the Hitler art.

Well, I'm doing the donkey work, and he's paying for it.

Anyway, he and Mrs. Billy Price were absolutely fascinated by your book.

I would love to spend some time with you.

At your convenience, we know you're a very busy fellow.

Well, let me check my appointments.

I can manage the 9th or 10th.

Let's say the 10th.

Oh, by the way, have you had a chance to write my character reference?

This horrible trial is looming nearer.

Look, it's much better to deal with that when we meet.

I'll see you next month.

Those are genuine reproduction.

Spear.

And that tank was part of the German spearhead into Russia.

I had it shipped over last year.

Very impressive property.

Well, let's face it, David.

I'm a very rich man.

Well, anyone who can't become a millionaire in Houston is an asshole, boy.

Hmm.

Perhaps I ought to move there.

Yes, you ought to.

Why, you have a lot of admirers back home with your Hitler's War.

Yeah, the way you brought him almost to life was real impressive.

He always said it would take an Englishman to be objective about it.

He might have been thinking of you.

He might.

I thought it was time in his story and attempted to see events through his eyes.

It was a rather profound experience.

May I offer you some vintage bourbon?

I don't drink, actually.

Adolf didn't drink, you know.

Long litres full of treasures, but nothing more fascinating than these.

Every picture you see hanging here was created by his hand.

Oh, Lord Bath, it's an honour to be here.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, our catalogue would be pathetically incomplete without your collection.

It is undoubtedly the greatest in the world.

I'm told your collection is pretty mouth-watering.

Oh, Billy does have some lovely stuff, but the

setting doesn't match your gorgeous home, Lord Bath.

I have to keep most of the important pieces over in my engineering company.

The insurance boys insisted on that.

And it's a real pain, because we do a lot of business with Jews.

And when the Jews come, I have to take down the whole shooting match.

I mean, it's only a sensitive thing to do, isn't it?

Hmm.

My, my, my.

I wonder what could have been in his mind when he painted that.

I'm amazed he had so much time to paint.

Will you consider all he was doing for his country?

He had colossal energy.

Yes, indeed.

What a live wire.

You know, someday we'll be able to feed all this

into a computer and get a read-out on Hitler's brain.

Oh, that would be so neat.

Until then, we'll just have to pray that the rumours are true.

Robus?

Apparently someone has unearthed his diaries.

I'd always understood he hadn't got the patience to keep a diary.

Oh, Hitler could do anything he wanted to do.

That's why he means so much to every businessman I know.

He was a great example.

A real green light kind of guy.

Yes, he was.

August, have you heard anything about the Hitler diaries?

Just rumours.

Isn't this a wonderful painting?

Thank you for the journey, and the lunch.

Very agreeable.

My pleasure.

You think about an introduction to the book.

I will.

Take care, boy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, lad.

Don't blame it.

Could I come up?

I'd like to talk with you.

Yes, and I'd like to talk with you.

They've confiscated every copy.

They've confiscated every copy.

I'm accused of propagating the swastika.

The trial set for the spring.

Just me against the entire Bavarian government.

David, you are so respected in Germany.

A character reference from you would carry great weight.

I will get to work on it.

I will get to work on it.

Give me some time.

Yes, you David.

And if there's anything I can help you with, any research or anything.

Well, there is something you can help me with, actually.

A definite quid pro quo.

What do you really know about the Hitler diaries?

Magnus.

I'd like you to read this.

Oh, good.

It's from David Irving.

A transcript of a conversation he had a few days ago with one of his Nazi contacts.

What do you really know about the Hitler diaries?

It's like I said at Longleat.

I've heard rumours.

Otto Gunther told me you'd held one volume in your hand.

Look, I'd do anything for you, but I can't say any more on this subject.

It was very careless of me to mention it to Otto.

I was pissed and foolish.

But please don't press me.

There's at least one life at stake.

Maybe more.

Presack was so edgy, Irving decided to back off.

He wanted a commission from us to go to Germany.

So he can flush out the truth over there.

Let's forget it.

I don't think there's anything to flush out.

It's just like those loonies who tell you they saw Martin Borman in Scunfall.

Too weird.

Besides, David Irving is not actually the kind of chap we should do business with.

Did you read his last book, that uprising thing?

The observer called it a bucket full of slime and decided to give it a miss.

Exactly.

And I think we'll give this a miss as well.

Fine, Magnus.

I get the message.

I'll arrange some lectures for myself and travel to Germany on my own steam.

But when I unearth the most important historical discovery of the century,

it will give me enormous pleasure to tell the Sunday Telegraph.

Neemesis!

Never seen!

Never seen!

Never seen!

Never seen!

Never seen!

I can't see.

Who is it?

Who is this Nemesis?

Welcome back to Germany, Mr Irving.

Well, this is a wonderful achievement.

I mean, you only had, what, 20 pages of documents and you managed to create with

all the interviews and the historical research and

everything, an absolutely wonderful, marketable book.

And all I can say is congratulations.

What a jolly group.

Oh, welcome to the feast.

I take it none of you have seen the morning paper.

There's a rather disturbing letter from that British David Irving.

Shall I read it?

Go on.

I am of the opinion that German historians are guilty of failing to explain to the

German public the facts behind the Nazi crimes against the Jews.

We know that Adolf Hitler's own diaries are in

private hands somewhere in the Stuttgart area.

German historians are taking no notice of them, and yet the Hitler diaries would

surely clear up any doubt as to whether he knew or did not know of Auschwitz,

Treblinka and Majdanek.

This is awful.

There's been a leak.

Stating the obvious is not at all useful.

What about our sales trip?

We're flying to New York next week.

What do you think, Gerd?

We stay calm, Gerd.

Right, Gerd.

How the hell did David Irving find out about the diaries?

We don't know.

Hey!

We're trying to stay calm.

He's taking a flyer somewhere in Stuttgart.

He's heard a rumour, that's all.

He's hoping someone will come forward and put him on the right track.

I can't feel so complacent.

I'm not being complacent, Manfred.

I'm being calm and logical.

There's been a leak.

That's extremely dangerous.

I intend to plug it.

Well, thank God one of us has got a cool head.

Eh?

Now, you're sure you didn't spill anything when you were, you know, in your cups?

When I drink, I sing only songs.

Besides, I haven't even told Edith much about the diaries.

All right, what about Modric?

No.

Your brother?

Brother?

Oh, my brother.

He's scarcely likely to put his own life in danger, is he?

It's gotta be Stiefel and one of his cronies.

Irving mustn't get sight of Stiefel's diary.

A great deal of money depends upon this story being kept under wraps for,

well, at least another two years.

Yeah, well, I'll sort it out.

I mean, I'm basically a pretty easy-going

type, but when I have to be, I can be strict.

Good.

Be strict.

Be very, very strict.

Connie!

Is your wife here?

No, she's at the opera.

Good, good.

That's good.

Connie, what is all this enigma?

Have you had any sudden visits from telephone engineers, TV repairmen?

No.

Good, good.

That's very good.

That's very good.

But I think, just for safety's sake, we should talk in the vault, huh?

Yes.

But why are we in here, not in the living room?

Bugs.

Bugs?

Possibly.

Have you seen this?

Do you know David Irving?

Well, I admire him, of course, but I've never actually met him.

Who told him about the diaries?

Well, I thought you might have the answer to that.

No, as I say, I've never even met him.

August Presack.

He's in trouble for contravening anti-Nazi legislation.

He's been telling everybody that Irving was going to get him off.

And you think that Presack may have mentioned the diary to Irving?

Very likely.

He runs off at the mouth.

Okay, okay, now that's useful.

Presack may try and bring Irving to meet you.

You must refuse.

I still don't understand.

We're both in a tricky situation here, Fritz.

My brother...

thinks that somebody has shocked him.

He's being watched.

I mean, the East would love to get its hands on

all the stuff that he's shipped me over the years.

I mean, it's worth... Who knows how much it's worth?

It's priceless.

Apparently, 64 East German agents are working on this case, including David Irving.

David Irving is an East German agent.

But he's the most right-wing historian in Britain.

A brilliant cover story!

I'm really nervous.

I just wanted to warn you about David Irving.

Beware!

Yes?

On his way up, I see.

I say that the authorities in Bonn are inhuman swine for

not allowing military representation at the Rudolph funeral.

In my opinion, it manifests an undeniable lack of respect for an undisputed war hero.

Not to accord him military honors due to him as a faithful servant of the Fatherland.

You were magnificent this afternoon.

Magnificent!

I don't believe you've come just to praise my speech.

You want to know if I've written that reference yet?

Well, it has been on my mind.

It's finished.

Please, no more touching.

Sorry.

It's rather good, I must admit.

Comparing the confiscation of your work to the Nazi book burnings.

Excellent!

Can I see it?

No, I'm afraid not.

I still need a quid pro quo.

Did you read my letter?

It failed to have the effect I intended.

A few historians wrote to me to say the diaries are a myth, that's all.

But you know it's not a myth.

You've seen one volume.

And if you want your reference, I must insist

that you arrange for me to see it as well.

Hello.

My dear August.

I've been expecting this.

Well, I'm afraid you're too late.

I've shipped everything out of the country.

Including the, uh, you know what.

So you can tell your East German friend to go screw himself.

I tried.

Trying is not succeeding.

David, there's something I haven't mentioned.

When I appraised his collection, a suggestion

of thanks, Stiefel gave me some photocopies.

Photocopies?

Some very interesting documents.

And a few pages of the diary.

There.

Well... They're rarely my old-age pension.

But you could borrow them.

That would be a quid pro quo, wouldn't it?

Perhaps.

I'd have to see them first.

Of course.

Tomorrow?

Excellent, excellent.

Shall we have breakfast?

Just leave them at the desk.

I'll ring after I've had time to study the materials.

Fine, fine.

By the way, you're not from East Germany originally?

Certainly not.

I didn't think so.

The leak has been well and truly plugged.

Wonderful.

You have rendered service above and beyond the call of duty.

We've got to be of use.

Another assault on Bantam Books can begin.

Another blitzkrieg.

Louis, are you saying to me that after all this time we don't have a deal?

I'm just as disappointed as you are.

But this is an unbridgeable gulf between us.

You insist on retaining syndication rights.

You won't guarantee authenticity, nor will you let

an outside historian examine the source material.

I'm sorry.

The manuscript is interesting, but we simply cannot take that order of risk.

I can see it from where you stand.

Good.

Unfortunately, we cannot move from our side of the Gulf.

I can't put any more pressure on Wolf.

It must be galling for an American to be owned by Germans.

Well, I shall sleep better when we make a deal for Plan 3.

Eh, no problem.

Nesbitt's still got Newsweek.

Time.

And the New York Times.

I'm not worried.

Neither am I, and I'm the guy who started the financial ball rolling.

You know why my hand's not shaking, Gert?

Eh?

It's because I'm confident that when the whole story is

known, all our names will be enshrined in publishing history.

Power and fame.

I love them.

No.

It's true, Prisak.

This material is so riddled with fakes, I'm not

going to waste any more time trying to sort it out.

I mean, look at this.

This one folder.

A letter from Goering.

Supposedly written on his personal stationery.

And the word Reichsminister is misspelled.

Is that really important?

The trouble with you, Prisak, is you are a very, very stupid man.

If even the printed letterhead of the second most important man in Germany

contains an error, how can the document be anything other than a fake?

Oh, my God!

I was going to sell all this for my old age.

Stop whimpering.

Don't you believe the diary is a fake, too?

Did Stiefel get it from the same source as the rest of this rubbish?

Yes, all from the same source.

Well, to be 100% sure, the original pages would

have to undergo proper forensic examination.

But based on the evidence, I think we have to assume that the diary is a forgery.

Billy Price launches our book next week.

It's full of artworks from Stiefel's collection.

Do you mean the art came from the same source as well?

Yes, all from the same man.

It's fantastic, but...

Letters, memos, the diary, oil, sketches, watercolours...

Can they all really have been created by that chubby little person I met?

No brand?

It's a mess, but it's real.