All language subtitles for 1991-Selling Hitler-EP2

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.