All language subtitles for 1991-Selling Hitler-EP3

Oh, no, no.

Your own personal copy.

From me.

I'm glad someone thought to give me a copy
before I actually publish it.

Thank you.

Gerd wanted a quiet celebration with you.

Henry.

Now, I know we've been a bit up and down
these past few years.

But I owe you everything.

Now it's fine again.

We're making history together.

And with the Irving problem contained,
Sorg and Hensman off to New York,

I want you to be really joyful.

Things are going so well for all of us.

Certainly things are going well for you.

It's been a combination of luck and skill.

And very, very hard work.

Mr. Turb.

Well, this is only the tip of the
collection.

Most of it is in the apartment downstairs.

That's true.

We're feeling rather cramped up here.

I've been looking at a larger house on the
Elf.

More for the collection than for us,
of course.

Well, certainly doesn't
seem like the same guy

who was always asking
me for company loans.

But he isn't the same guy.

He's the man who discovered the Hitler
diaries.

Yes, of course.

Grunin and Jara have been extremely
generous with my contract.

And I haven't had to pay for the larger
pieces.

Who?

They came from my contact in Stuttgart.

He thinks I'm a collector, not a
journalist.

So Schulte Hillen
established a special

reserve fund for me to
buy manuscripts and art.

Reserve fund?

One and a half million marks.

I'm telling you, he's shitting on us from
a great height.

You mean you think he's forged the
diaries?

I'm sure the forensic test will confirm us
a great find.

But I'm telling you, Gerd Heidemann is
skimming a personal fortune off the top.

Look.

Gerd Heidemann is a brilliant and
committed journalist.

And a very brave man as well.

There was a period of time when he had to
drive into East Germany while a general

actually threw the diaries from his car
into Heidemann's.

Now, frankly, I am sick and
tired of you and Peter Koch putting

him down when you should
be licking his boots in gratitude.

You know, Henry, the only kind of man who
could accuse Gerd Heidemann of using this

discovery to line his own pockets is a man
who could contemplate such a crime himself.

Hello, Ava.

Ava Bartler.

And that's Henrietta Hoffman von Schirach.

Her father was the boss's favorite
photographer.

She's suing the US
government to get her Hitler

painting back from the
National Army Museum.

Billy Price is paying the legal fees.

I can't wait to meet this man.

Come, we'll find him.

What a gathering!

It's like a great day of Batchescar at the
Villa of Berikhoff.

Oh, may I introduce the Keepers of the
Flame, Herr and Frau Heidemann.

There's Billy Price with Gerda Christian
and Krista Schroeder.

Hitler's dedicated secretaries.

Krista, are you all right?

No, I don't feel well.

No, her kidneys are kaput, poor dear.

But this wonderful man is going to pay for
an operation.

Oh, well, now.

If I can afford nearly
$100,000 on printing my book,

I guess I can spare a few
bucks for Krista's kidneys.

Oh!

Sorry, darling.

Billy Price, Gerd and Gina Heidemann.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

My wife, Gina.

Hello, honey.

You know, I was real hot to buy Goering's
yacht from you.

But then it was taken off the market.

Yes, I was trying to sell, but then I had
a spot of luck.

Oh, I'd love to see it someday.

I hear the bedroom alone is worth the
price of admission.

But we don't charge admission.

Just a figure of speech, darling.

Well, if you ever are in
Hamburg, you must come and

see the yacht and our
private Hitler collection.

More Hitler art, huh?

Christ, wasn't the guy amazing?

He produced so much stuff, I'm going to
have to bring out two more catalogues.

We've been having such
an interesting talk, but

I just have to tear
myself away for this wall.

Well, honey, these are the Heidemen.

They own Goering's yacht, and they have
invited us to see it.

Oh, well, Kim, I'm so excited I could die.

We'll see you in Hamburg.

Can't wait.

Bye-bye.

Here we go.

Carl, won't you introduce us?

Oh, Gerd and Gina Heidemen.

August Presack.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Come on, let's watch, darling.

I don't want to interrupt your fun,
but might I have a small word in your ear?

Um, yes, yes, of course.

Carl, would you dance with Gina?

Oh, yes.

Darling.

Thank you for your ear.

This is a rather historical matter.

I have something in my room, some
documents, which I would like you to be

the first to see, as a distinguished
German journalist.

You will come.

I promise you won't regret this.

I thought your source had plugged the
leak.

You had no idea, Steve, but it made
photocopies.

How much did this lot cost us?

Very reasonable.

30,000 marks.

You have a rather extravagant concept of
reasonable.

If I hadn't coughed up,
Presack would have shown

this little lot to his bosom
friend, David Irving.

Can you consider what that would have cost
us?

30,000 is cheap.

Not while our cash keeps flowing in one
direction.

Out!

ICMs still have no firm deal on Plan 3.

The Americans are much slower than we are.

I'm sure Sorge and Hansman will find the
Japanese quicker off the mark.

Have faith in what good?

In me good.

I'm trying good.

I really am.

Doris?

Are you enjoying the book?

Doris?

I mean, it actually put her to sleep.

But this woman's no fool.

This woman's a sociologist.

Oh, I know she is.

Well, the Plan 3's bad.

But Doris was born in what?

1942.

The Hess peace mission.

Small beer to her as a minor matter.

Exactly.

And most of our readers are her age.

And even younger.

I said it at the first meeting.

I knew I was right.

It's a disaster kicking off with Hess.

We must start with the diary.

Disaster.

I agree.

I can't get through to shoot a hill in.

He's got this Heidemann fixation that
drives me nuts.

I'll put it in a memo.

Clear, powerful arguments.

They must wrench control their way from
these idiot businessmen.

Money covers their eyes like a cataract.

They must perform some desperate surgery.

It

is time for results.

Therefore, I beg you to reconsider our
publication strategy.

Hello, Henry.

I'd like to see you and Kosh immediately.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Gerd, hold the door, will you?

I thought you were in Tokyo.

We were.

But we should be still.

Short of Helen told us to fly home.

Well, he's going to
scrap Plan 3 and put the

diaries into publication
as soon as possible.

Well, firstly, you are endangering my
source.

But, obviously, human life means very
little to you.

Secondly, there are important volumes left
to deliver.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Gerd.

You've been collecting the goddamn things
for two years.

I mean, how many more diaries can there
be?

Well, we've nothing from 1944.

Which would give us
a crucial insight into the

German response to
D-Day, the July bomb plot.

Not to mention the other documents my
source promised to deliver.

Hitler's book on women?

Nobody knew it existed.

Eighteen!

Eighteen!

Handwritten pages!

His solution to the Jewish problem!

And something which interests me,
personally, very, very much.

The music for his opera, Veland the
Blacksmith.

Gerd, we already have enough material for
18 months of articles.

Haven't you made enough money for one
lifetime?

Huh?

What in God's name is that supposed to
mean?

I think you... How
dare you at ease!

Look, I have a response!

I'm down, but we're both on the same side.

Speaking as a salesman,
I'd be happier to wait

until I can offer the
entire archives for sale.

Surely, Wilfred, you've
suffered as a salesman

by now being able to
tell the truth about Plan 3.

Now, you can offer all your clients a
chance to bid for the diaries.

Once they've signed a
simple secret oath, they can

inspect the diaries on
the week of April the 1st.

April the 1st?

April the 1st?

That's five weeks!

That's right!

It's a publication on May the 5th.

This is madness.

Absolute madness.

Gerd, you know I've
always thanked you, but really

this is the only way to
protect our investment.

There have been too many leaks already.

We can't risk being pipped at the post.

Come on.

Thomas?

Gerd.

Let's go to my office.

There's lots of work to be done and little
time to do it.

Come on.

You're taking your orders from Peter Koch
now.

Say goodbye to the 9th floor, Gerd.

Have we lost you, Gerd?

Is the timetable absolutely clear?

May, June, eight weekly installments.

Diaries, discovery, Hess's flight,
Nazi rise to power.

Autumn, ten parts pre-war.

Following autumn, war years.

Now we need the first eight parts in time
for the syndication negotiations.

That gives us less than a month.

Precisely.

Since we know that Gerd has a tendency to
overwrite and miss his deadlines,

I'm giving you and Leah one of our top new
reporters to help shoulder the burden.

What's my place in the scheme of things?

You'll have some extremely important
tasks.

We'll need all the remaining diaries by
March 31st.

And I want you to lean on the Feast button
police laboratory.

They still haven't carried out the
forensic tests on the Hess volume.

Are these my tasks?

Yes.

And very useful tasks they are,
too.

Caution, Nan, and rubbing my nose in dog
shit.

There's been a complete shift in power.

Hassling the police for authentication.

It's a job for a cub reporter.

I thought you were authenticated months
ago.

Yeah, by handwriting, guys.

We need proper forensic analysis.

Forensic analysis?

Sounds very serious.

Oh, it's just a formality.

Sending me to Wiesbaden is a form of
punishment.

Garrett, this isn't like you getting lost
in self-pity.

Oh, thanks.

Self-pity?

This is not self-pity.

This is fact.

Now the diaries are going to be published.

They don't need me anymore.

Bang goes my power.

Bang goes my lifestyle.

We'll be scraping along on company loans
again.

Oh, my darling, you are missing the clear
and wonderful truth.

Hmm?

Beginning on May
the 5th, you are going to

have more power and
more lifestyle than ever.

After all, you are the
hero of a story people

will be reading about
all over the world.

It's true.

It's so true.

Of a massive promotion.

Hmm?

Press, radio, TV.

In fact, our TV division is going to
commission a special promotional video.

They are going to call it The Find.

The Find.

Starring Gerard Heiden.

Beautiful.

It's all coming together.

It is a... You know who...

Wanted it to happen its way.

So, Mr. Douglas Hume,
Mr. MacArthur, if you just sign

this little oath of secrecy,
I can explain why I'm here.

Dr. Werner, have you completed the test?

Ah, yes.

Ah, good.

Then I'll take the documents.

Ah!

It's not as simple as that.

That's an item.

I'm sorry.

Um... The Hess Statement came
from the same source as the other items?

Ah, the Hess Statement belongs to Stern.

The other items came from my private
collection.

But you purchased everything from the same
man?

Yes.

And the, uh... The handwriting
people compared this to those?

Yeah, what are you getting at?

I'm getting at the, uh,
pathetic inaccuracy of

the handwriting analysis
compared to forensics.

At least six of these documents are
forgeries.

I... Uh... I don't understand.

What are you saying?

Under ultraviolet light, six of the
samples, including the signed photographs,

the holly telegram, appear to contain a
substance called Blankephor.

So?

Well, Blankephor is a
paper whitening agent which

didn't come into use until
after the Second World War.

And in addition, the
Kleist document appears

to contain a glue of a
very recent manufacture.

And the letter, one of the
letters seems to have been

written by a typewriter which
wasn't built till after 1956.

Dr. Bonner, you haven't mentioned the Hess
statement.

I'll be honest with you, that is the most
important to us.

It is, after all, the one we would be
publishing.

That, uh...

That certainly is genuine, isn't it?

I couldn't possibly swear to that until I
carry out more refined tests.

I must cut away part
of the page, you see, and

break it down into its
separate components.

I see, I see, I see.

Well, look, if there is to be
damage to the page, I think

I must take these documents
back to Stern and himself.

Well, we're my callers.

You've been a great help, Dr. Bonner, and,
uh, you'll be hearing from us very soon.

Thank you.

Fifty-two Hitler diaries sitting in his
Eurig safe.

Wait until we tell Rupert.

Oh, excuse me, you will tell no one you
signed the oath.

Rupert Murdoch.

A proprietor.

A chap with the money.

Oh!

Yes, I believe we can stretch the secrets
agreement to include him.

Very wise.

Can you predict his reaction?

Rupert is fairly unpredictable,
but he'll most likely go bananas.

Sorry?

We think he'll be interested.

Taxi!

Bananas.

You know Wilfrid has
strong interest in the editors

of the Times and the
Sunday Times in London.

And they're lining up around the world to
come to Zurich in April.

The material has to be genuine.

Of course it's genuine.

We've got three handwriting reports to
prove it.

There's probably been some
misunderstanding somewhere along the line.

Absolutely.

And when these documents
have done a lot of travelling,

they could have been contaminated
with Whitener at any time.

Absolutely.

Possibly.

A few Juby's papers got mixed up with the
genuine material.

What does that prove?

Oh, Werner made a mistake.

After all... He's only a
policeman, for God's sake.

I'll arrange for another test.

Just for safety's sake.

This time on the diaries.

Sure.

Um... I...

No need to bother Carl Shaw.

No, no.

Or the ninth floor about this.

No need to turn the door.

You know, they're all crazy over at
Wiesbaden with this Blankefort crap.

So you've had this problem before?

Yeah.

The first time Werner told me this,
I was horrified.

And then another police doctor told me
that Blankefort has existed since 1915.

Experts are useless jerks.

I knew there had to be an explanation.

Of course.

Good.

You weren't worried, were you?

No.

No, of course not.

So, what have you got for me today?

Just great.

Thanks.

Hey, if you don't mind, I'm gonna send
these photographs to Derek Galleiter.

That's a little monthly newsletter they
print in Arkansas for right nuts like me.

It reaches 5,000 connoisseurs.

We'd be honored.

Why don't you take a photograph of my
latest jewel?

Good.

I don't know how to put this, boy.

I mean, you have many fine pieces in your
apartment.

Both apartments.

Many fine, fine pieces.

And the yacht is breathtaking.

It really is.

But this Farouk...

Are you...

I mean, are you completely sure it's
genuine?

Why?

Sure.

Of course I'm sure.

Would I have it hanging in the Carring 2
if I wasn't sure?

The Carring 2 is a shrine.

A holy place for me.

I would only have this painting hanging in
my shrine...

If I was absolutely sure it was genuine.

It was a crazy question, Billy.

Farouk is 1,000% genuine.

It comes from a source which is 1,000%
genuine.

Why don't I take a photograph?

That thing is such junk.

Well, how could he be so naive as to buy
it?

The guy is one of the true believers,
darling.

You tell him something is by Hitler and he
jumps at it.

You know, love is blind.

Love?

Yeah.

I mean, I find Mr. Hitler fascinating,
but I don't love him.

Presack loves him.

And Heidemann loves him more.

Gerd Heidemann loves Hitler more than any
man I've ever met.

Isn't that sort of a flaw in a journalist?

It surely is.

In fact, I think you'd have to call it a
fatal flaw.

Good morning, sir.

Glad you're with us, Mr. Murdoch.

Good trip, Mr. Murdoch.

This way, Mr. Murdoch.

This way, Mr. Murdoch.

Coffee, Mr. Murdoch.

I want those bloody diaries.

Yes, sir.

I want a lot more than the British rights.

Sure they'll run in the
Times or the Sunday

Times, but this thing is
much bigger than the UK.

I'll run them in my New
York Post, my Boston Herald,

my Australian, one of
my New Zealand outlets.

Collins can publish the books.

I've already got 42% of them.

And since I've joined
Stigwood, he can make the film,

which eventually will
turn up on my TV stations.

You'll need to have someone authenticate
them, of course.

Oh, thank you, Charles.

I would never have thought of that.

Sorry.

Trevor Roper is our man.

Distinguished Hitler scholar and an
ex-intelligence officer.

And he's on the board.

Right.

Time that arrogant little Don earned his
keep.

Will he be at Peter House?

No, it's a Friday.

He'll be up at Chiefswood.

Jesus Christ, the
human waxwork isn't still

playing Laird of the
Scottish Borders, is he?

He says it helps him to escape from all
that Oxbridge infighting.

My heart bleeds for him.

Well, when you reach the great man,
impress on him that this is the vulgar

world of commerce, and he needs to get his
distinguished posterior to Zurich ASAP.

Dacre speaking.

Oh, hello, Charles.

Oh, fine, fine.

It's blissful up here.

Sorry?

You found what?

Extraordinary.

Oh, extraordinary.

Of course, I'd like to see them.

Yes.

I can fly to Zurich next week,
yes.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Well, we speak in London.

Hmm.

Charles, this isn't one of Murdoch's
infantile April Fool jokes, is it?

It was with mounting excitement that we
approached the clearing in the forest.

There, Schrader.

Hello, this is Dr Werner from the
Wiesbaden police station.

Um, I'm still waiting for you
to return us to Heidemann's

documents so we may
continue with the forensic test.

I'll be back to you next week.

We still haven't discussed the
implications of your last report.

No, don't smile.

That was great.

The way you were almost actually sweating.

Keep it up.

This is a damnable breach of faith.

It's a highly competitive situation,
Hugh.

You assured me that all I would be doing
today would be getting a feel of the downs.

Now you want me to phone you from Zurich
with an instant reaction.

We understand it can only be an interim
opinion, but if that opinion happens to

lean toward authentication, then Murdoch
will be first in with a bid.

Murdoch is a candidate, perhaps.

What's good for Murdoch is good for the
rest of us, you included.

I'm not equipped with Hitler handwriting
samples.

Or chronology.

Stern will provide that.

I would like at least to consult with
Eberhard Geekhoff.

Impossible.

We're all bound by our secrets pledge.

Oh, thanks ever so much.

Thanks a lot.

It's really nice.

It's very iffy, Charles.

Very iffy indeed.

It's also extremely exciting.

When Murdoch took over, I thought we had
Leviathan by the nose.

I'm afraid it's very much the other way
around.

Ah!

Good morning.

May I introduce you, Miss Saga?

Or death.

My God, Connie, can't you keep still?

How can I keep still?

I'm being judged.

He's not judging you, he's judging the
diaries.

I am the diaries.

I found them.

I vouched for them.

My name's on the line.

The three handwriting people have agreed
they are genuine.

Connie, enough snaps already.

Oh, handwriting.

That's all on the surface.

But this Hugh Trevor Roper, he's a proper
person.

He'll be judging the contents.

And he was an intelligence officer during
the war.

Interrogated people.

He's very ferocious, so they say.

You sold those diaries to Heideman in good
faith.

Good faith is a very difficult idea to
prove in law.

What if they come and get me?

I can't listen to the silliness.

No one is coming to get you.

These so-called facts about Hess,
they contradict all the available evidence.

I know.

Aren't you completely bowled over?

Albert Speer himself told me that he was
outside Hitler's study door at the precise

moment the Führer learned to face his
flight to Scotland.

He gave an inarticulate, almost animal
cry.

Animal cry.

That's what he said.

It's a saga.

Plan three is rubbish.

I'm very much afraid this trip is going to
prove a complete waste of time.

Lord Dacre, Yann Hensman, Gruner and Jahr.

How do you do?

Welcome.

Peter Koch, Stern Magazine.

Nice to meet you.

Well, gentlemen, there's a great deal of
material to get through.

And since I don't read
German with great ease

or pleasure, you'll
have to translate for me.

My Lord, even for us it is difficult.

They're written in the old Gothic script.

I must use these transcripts.

Just one formality before we start,
please.

Would you sign this Secrets Pledge?

Charles and Brian have already signed a
Secrets Pledge.

The Times pledged not to reveal the contents
of the diaries to the outside world.

We must ask you to pledge not to tell the
Times what is in the diaries.

Until we have a deal with them.

15th of March, 1933.

Visit of the specially
chosen men and the plans

for the new Standarte
unit of the SS at Lichtefeld.

These SS Standarte must carry my name.

I look every man in the eye.

They know I am one of them.

I was a soldier at the front.

I've lain in the mud.

I know the grind.

I am a working man.

I have given my whole being, all my warm
heart for the well-being of Germany.

Almost as proof of this, the sun shone all
the time during my tour.

They call it Hitler weather.

Before I arrived and after I left, it
rained so hard the people were drenched.

September the 30th.

We have signed the Munich Agreement.

We will march into Czechoslovakia on
October the 1st, as I always said we would.

Despite our little tiffs, I like doing
business with the English.

In the end, they always see reason.

By train to Bayreuth to
hear Siegfried, Frau Wagner

entertained us to an
excellent dinner afterwards.

How inspiring to me are the works of
Richard Wagner.

The Ring of the Nibelung
reminds us over and over

again of the seriousness
of the racial problem.

I will not rest until I rid my nation of
every last Nibelung.

It is important to keep one's temper in
these important times.

Although Mussolini shakes his medals at me
and is frequently condescending,

we need him.

So I tell him, Benito, you are one of
those lonely men of the ages on whom

history is not tested but who themselves
are the makers of history.

He liked that.

April the 3rd.

Slept badly.

My left leg was numb and an owl screeched
all night long.

How I hate these wretched birds.

How I love to spend time at Berghoff.

The air of our Bavarian Alps is so sweet
that even the dogs are happier.

It never fails to rejuvenate me.

The children who visit are enchanted by the
views and by Angela's wondrous pastries.

Today, she served her famous Murrenkopf
and Winnbeutel.

But in the end, I must return to the
affairs of state.

Reality intrudes.

The Idil comes to an end.

The Idil comes to an end.

I give myself wholly to the people once
again.

The Blitzkrieg goes brilliantly.

It is a mechanised juggernaut such as the
earth has never seen before.

Our triumph is proof of the loyalty of our
people and the justice of our cause.

December the 12th.

This is a cold winter.

In spite of our preparations and the
excellence of our armour, the bitter

weather freezes the steel of our engines
and the hearts of our brave men.

They die like dogs on the Eastern Front.

They and we are exhausted.

We know that the Fatherland will protect
us all.

July the 21st.

The cowardly bomb plot has failed.

And the traitors will be found and
punished.

My doctors expect me to make a rapid
recovery.

What's taking the bugger so long?

There are 58 volumes, Rupert.

He doesn't have to analyse every bloody
line, does he, to get the vibe?

Jesus Christ, we're not in the history
business.

We're in the entertainment business.

This launch of our secret
rocket weapon onto the British

mainland guarantees the
ultimate defeat of our enemies.

And that is the last entry.

And all these were salvaged from the same
plane crash as the diaries?

Gundelfinger's plane, yes.

And three handwriting experts have
authenticated the diaries?

Yes, their statements are beneath the
photograph.

And the age of the paper has been
chemically tested as well.

Sorry, sorry.

And who's the supplier?

Heidemann has sworn to protect the man's
identity, but...

Peter knows who it is.

Yes, yes, it was a Wehrmacht officer.

Completely to be trusted.

I'd be happy if you told me his name.

Then Goebbels' diaries
came by an anonymous

supplier, and no one
doubts that they're genuine.

Then you are satisfied, Mr. Trevor Roper.

Gentlemen, I came here today in a
very jaundiced frame of mind, as Mr.

Sorge will testify.

But yes, when I see the sheer bulk of the
diaries...

I mean, who would forge nearly sixty
volumes when six would serve his purpose?

They must be the work of Adolf Hitler.

This is an extremely exciting moment.

For me, for all of us.

For the world.

Yes!

Yes!

Well, not that there ever
was any doubt, but to have the

confirmation of one of the
world's greatest historians is...

that's most gratifying.

This is a very exciting moment for me.

For us all.

For the world.

Yes, that's agreed then, Mr. Murdoch.

We shall see you and your lawyer in Zurich
tomorrow.

Bye.

Remember, no book rights in America,
eh?

Banta must have first options.

Don't worry, I don't intend to let Mr.
Murdoch make the running on anything.

Uh, Steffi?

Yes, sir?

Yes, get me New York, will you?

Newsweek Magazine.

I want to speak to William Broyles.

Right away, sir.

We're in a very interesting poker game
here.

And we hold all the aces.

So let's raise the stakes to the limit.

Yeah?

Yes.

He said the diaries were of huge
importance.

The diaries.

The diaries.

The diaries.

Connie.

To Connie.

Connie.

Connie.

And...

To Mr. Hugh Trevor Roper.

Huge Trevor Roper.

For ending all doubt about the diaries,
there will be no more tests.

Well, there will actually.

Drink up!

What do you mean?

What do you mean what I mean?

Because there's tests.

Little fiddly, fiddly, forensic tests.

That's all.

Small bill.

Connie.

To us.

In sickness and in health.

The telephone call for you, sir.

Yes, the Trevor Roper story's been a real
shot in the arm down here.

You must be pleased.

What?

Can't hear you.

I lied today, Henry.

I lied to Trevor Roper.

At first I abstained
from the truth and then I

bent it and thought in
the name of the scoop.

I know we're making history.

But what kind of history is it that we're
making?

And terrific stuff.

Please, uh, follow me.

Please.

This is particularly important.

Hitler's reaction to Kristallnacht.

Sorry?

My Jewish shops and synagogues were
smashed.

I'm with you.

Report brought to me of some ugly attacks
by people in uniform in various places.

Also, of Jews beaten to death and Jewish
suicides.

What will they say abroad?

The necessary orders will be given
immediately.

I hope your security is tight.

The Israeli secret service would kill to
keep that from being published.

My God.

David Havig may have been correct after
all.

These will sell a few papers, eh?

So we'll, uh, we'll talk over lunch at the
hotel, hmm?

Peter, Wilfred, you'd better lock up here.

I've

spoken to my people at NI.

They are extremely disappointed about the
book rights, but...

here is our revised offer.

I've spoken to my people at NI.

That word revised.

2.5 for the American rights.

$750,000 for serialization in Britain and
the Commonwealth.

Three and a quarter million dollars.

That's a real lightning mathematical mind
you've got there, Jan.

Well, it's a good offer.

We'll, um, we'll give you our final
answer.

Five o'clock on Monday.

Coffee?

Brandy?

The cure.

Mr. Broyles, Mr. Parker of Newsweek.

Yes, we are.

Wilfred Sawyer of Gruner & Jahr,
Sternstead & Company.

Pleased to meet you.

Uh, this is Gerhard Weinberg, Professor of
Modern History.

Ah.

Uh, University of North Carolina.

How to do?

Jan Hanson.

Hello, guys.

Now, this is particularly interesting.

It's, it's the entry relating to the
conference in Munich in 1938.

There's this quite startling tribute from
Hitler to Neville Chamberlain.

I would have imposed quite, uh,
different conditions on Mussolini,

but couldn't do so with that clever fox,
Chamberlain.

This accords absolutely with my theory
about Munich.

We're running out of time.

Well, what's your opinion?

I can find no fault with the diaries.

Well, of course, Maynard
and I must get clearance in New

York, but our thought was
something in the region of $500,000.

Well, now, you mustn't look at me.

Jan is our negotiator.

I'm afraid, if you want
to compete with News

International, you'll have
to move into another region.

Three million dollars would be the
realistic figure.

Jan is a very tough man.

By the way, the truffle cake is wonderful.

We'll call you from New York Monday.

I think you're handling this brilliantly.

Thank you.

So, Murdoch is competing with Newsweek,
only he doesn't know it.

Masterful, eh, Gerd?

Masterful, Gerd.

The negotiations should be like a cup
final.

Serious, hard-fought.

But if they're not fun, they're nothing.

Right, Gerd?

Right, Gerd.

By the way, push through those forensic
tests, will you?

Peter Koshy is obsessed with getting
results.

I'll put Valdi on to it immediately.

I see Frank Charles is back from holiday.

They say Hensman still isn't in.

I don't like this.

Something's up.

PHONE RINGS Yes.

Hello, Mr. Broyles.

Yes, um...

Understood.

Newsweek is offering $3 million.

That is certainly very competitive.

We'll be back to you in 48 hours.

That is unbelievable.

You give me the shits.

We had a deal in Zurich.

We never said deal.

We said we'd phone you by five o'clock on
Monday.

It's Monday.

It's five o'clock.

And I'm phoning.

That is the situation.

The UK rights are still $750,000.

But the entire package, including America,
would now have to be $3.75.

That is $500,000 more than I offered you
last week.

You have a lightning mathematical mind,
Mr. Murdoch.

Listen, you crowd bastard.

Don't think you can buggerize me around.

I'll get C of E to telecopy a new draft
contract.

How about that?

I take it Murdoch's dropped out.

Not at all.

He was just letting off steam.

He and Searby are going to draw up a draft
contract and telecopy it to us.

He's not such a difficult nut to crack
when you have something he really needs.

This bastard hasn't changed the offer by
even $1.

Right.

We're selling the US rights to Newsweek.

The UK is wide open again.

I'll show that.

Antipodean megalomaniac.

He's dealing with a world-class power.

You can't say no to Rupert Murdoch!

I just did.

Where's Shulter Hillen?

Abroad for a few days.

It wouldn't make any difference if he were
here.

It would!

He's a gentleman and you're an asshole.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Good afternoon.

It's always nice to do business with
Newsweek.

To Dr. Yusuf Henker, Federal Archive
Koblenz.

Dear Dr. Henker, I
enclose three blank diary

pages and material from
Gerd Heidemann's archive.

It is urgent.

We have a forensic report on the age of
the paper.

The