All language subtitles for 1991-Selling Hitler-EP4

To Dr. Joseph Henker, Federal Archive
Koblenz.

Dear Dr. Henker, I
enclose three blank diary

pages and material from
Geert Heidemann's archive.

It is urgent we have a forensic report on
the age of the paper.

Schilder Helen speaking.

Geert, thank Christ it's you.

That Pratt hensman is impossible to deal
with.

Arrogant and fatter the bastard.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Rupert.

I've just been in New York putting the
finishing touches to our deal with Newsweek.

That's exactly why I'm ringing you.

Look, the two of us can sort this out
together.

We've come up with a revised offer.

3.75 million dollars for the whole
package.

I see.

Well, um, that certainly does put a
different complexion on things.

What are those goddamn Germans up to?

Murdoch's back in the game.

They want another meeting in Hamburg.

I'll tell you something.

I feel like taking the stuff they've shown
us and printing it without a deal.

I bet Hitler's public domain.

Jesus, that would teach those treacherous
shits a lesson in manners.

That's nice.

Oh, you photographed so well.

Connie isn't good photogenic.

He's going to be a worldwide star when
this film is shown on television.

I just hope it doesn't interfere with my
writing.

Yes, well, I wouldn't know anything about
stardom.

I just risked my life and my brother's
life to secure the diaries.

Of course.

Your contribution was immensely important.

Who's this?

Um, oh, Henke, Joseph Henke.

And that was the day the
Federal Archive agreed to

give Gerd all rights in
the diaries for ten years.

Terribly useful, I think.

I'm hoping to set them up as a TV
miniseries.

Oh.

Yeah.

It's Murdoch.

He's on his way up.

I'll play Mr. Nice Guy, then we'll bring
in Hensman for the kill.

Same drill for the Newsweek lot.

And, uh, what time is their plane view?

Three.

Knows where the bid will be by five,
eh?

Through the roof, I suspect.

Right.

Rupert.

Good.

You know CRB?

He's, uh, brought some backup for the
nitty gritty.

Oh, the rest of these guys are with Mr.
Edmiston.

Uh, have you two met?

No.

Uh, Gert Schilder Hillen, Mark Edmiston,
uh, President of Newsweek.

We thought it'd save everybody a lot of
time if we coordinated our efforts.

Well, let's get started.

It's going to be a long day.

Well, I'm sorry, I disagree.

I think this section is the only section
that's correct to go with.

So do I?

Well, look, the American
public doesn't give a

damn about Rudolf Hess'
peace mission to Britain.

They want to know about the murder of the
Jews.

The whole series should begin with the
Holocaust.

I agree with Mark.

But the Holocaust has not been transcribed
yet.

Only the Hess section has been properly
checked.

The publication is less than a month away.

We must publish in chronological order.

Which enables all
of us to tease out the

diaries as long as
possible, in 30 installments.

Look, the whole bloody thing is only
50,000 words.

You're trying to slice a salami extremely
thin.

Okay.

Divide it up like this, yes?

Yes.

Okay.

And now about the money.

Well, I think that we should reconvene
tomorrow.

No, no, no, no.

We must straighten this out tonight.

I really think the morning would be
better.

You're not planning to fix the price on
your own, are you, Gerd?

Ah, very well.

What is your combined offer?

We don't blame you for all the foul ups.

So, uh, we don't intend
to take advantage of

our, let's face it,
rather strong position.

The original offer stays on the table.

3.75 million dollars.

Well, um, actually, we no longer think
that's enough.

We would like 4.25 million.

I think I over-poked my hand.

I gather Newsweek wouldn't even return
your calls.

I know.

We're grateful you'd see us.

Frankly, I always wanted to deal with you
anyway.

I'm profoundly moved.

Let's see if we can't salvage something
from the wreckage.

Look, I've come back to a storm of rumors.

Is it true Murdoch's going to bother hit
the diaries?

Why, but me?

Frag, you do edit the Sunday Times.

But I'm not part of the Murdoch inner
circle.

I think that decimal count is too low for
him.

I've heard the same story.

I've also heard the Germans behaving like
absolute twats.

Oh, Rupert's got the upper hand now.

I think it's the same diary as David
Irving told us about last autumn.

I don't think so.

Well, Rupert's starlets have apparently
been authenticated by Hugh Trevor Roper.

We must be very cautious.

I'm one of the few reporters left who
remembers the Mussolini Diaries fiasco of 68.

What a bath Lord Thompson took on that.

Oh, Glidemore.

Now that isn't... Do you think I
ought to write a memorandum?

Frankly, it's not a great interest in me
one at other.

I gather from my
position on the fringe of

decision-making, they are
to run in the Daily Times.

If the potato is hot, class Douglas Hume's
fingers will be burned, not mine.

There never was a food allegia to top
Elizabeth Schwarzkopf.

One million, two hundred thousand dollars.

Payable over two years.

May we discuss this?

No.

We accept.

You drive a hard bargain, girl.

I'll have the contracts drawn up.

We must proceed with great caution.

The crux of the matter is that secrecy and
speed work for the con man.

Excellent, Hugh.

Hamburg on Thursday.

Someone will be there to meet you.

They want to tape you for their video.

Yes.

Yes, it's going to be
the biggest launch in

European publishing
history, maybe the world.

One moment, Hugh.

What is it, Philip?

I'd like you to read this, Charles.

Life is a bit frantic at the moment.

It is rather urgent.

For the times.

Right.

Leave it there, and I'll get to it ASAP.

Yes.

Sorry, Hugh, that was just Philip
Knightley with something urgent.

It's always something urgent, isn't it?

Yes.

Look, ring me as soon as you get back.

I long to know more about the mysterious
Heidemann.

Oh, marvellous.

Hugh, the first transcripts have just
arrived.

Yes.

This is a quite momentous day.

And now the goddamn
business side is out of the way,

we can finally concentrate
on the Hitler edition.

It'll be the biggest in the magazine's
history.

356 pages, with a 48-page supplement
entirely devoted to the diaries,

half in colour.

And the print run will be increased to 2.3
million copies.

The results of the diary tests are similar
to the archive results.

This stern is in for an extremely
unpleasant shock.

Lord Dacre.

Ah, you must be the chauffeur.

No, I am Gerd Heidemann.

Oh, I see.

This is a great honour.

Right.

Um, what?

I bought these from Carl Wolf.

Great friend of mine.

SS Tibetan file.

Researching the Aryan bloodlines.

My Mussolini section.

My Idi Amin area.

He tried to buy Goering's yacht from me.

The Amin's underpants.

You have what might be called a penchant
for dictators.

Ah, I'm fascinated by men who are powerful
enough to bring order out of chaos.

The most significant part of my archive
came from my incredible source.

Now, this is the latest photograph of
Marty.

Marty?

Borman.

He's a little young to be Borman,
isn't he?

I assure you, Martin Borman is in
excellent shape.

Lives in Switzerland.

Now.

Someday soon, I hope to have the honour of
interviewing him.

I look forward to that very much.

Now, I want to make my entire collection
available to the public.

Is that wise?

That's imperative.

This is the man that dominated 20th
century history.

I tried to buy Hitler's parental home.

To create a Hitler museum.

I told the Burgermeister
it would not only benefit

posterity, but the
tourist trade of Leonding.

What did the Burgermeister say?

Turned us down.

What a shame.

Professor.

As a token of my great
esteem for you, I made

a photocopy of one of
my greatest treasures.

A love letter written by Hitler in 1908.

Here, for you.

Mr. Heidemann, this is all...

fascinating, but... I'd like to wash
my hands before the interview.

Could we please get out of here?

You're not flustered by all this?

I have been filmed before.

How do you find Heidemann?

Off the record.

In the short time I spent with him,
I felt...

distaste, disbelief... and an
overwhelming sense of claustrophobia.

He is odd, isn't he?

Odd?

I would have said close to barking mad.

Doesn't that put a cloud over the diaries?

Oh, quite the opposite.

I find him unstable and unreliable in the
space of half an hour.

Now, Stern, I've known
what he's like for... thirty years.

Ergo, they must have been all the more
careful in checking his story.

Yes.

So there is no doubt in your mind these
diaries are genuine?

No doubt at all.

Thank you very much, Lord Dacre.

Oh, morning, Charles.

I've just had a call from Shoulder Hillen.

Oh, Christ, what now?

Well, it seems that when they thought the
diaries were going to Newsweek,

they gave Broils and Parker access to the
first eight articles.

You can't be serious.

Well, of course, now they're afraid
Newsweek is just going to rip them off.

This isn't a case of Prussian paranoia.

It's certainly what I would do if I were
Newsweek.

We're putting publication forward.

Well, they're going public on Friday,
and they're putting Stern out on Monday.

So I think we'd better
run the first instalment on

Sunday with a piece in
Saturday's Times by Trevor Roper.

You call the master in Cambridge,
and I'll terrorize Frank Giles.

Hello, Frank.

And, in fact, we must envisage
him every night after he'd

apparently gone to bed sitting
down to write his daily record.

If Hitler, as he said in 1942,
had long ago found writing by hand a great

effort, that may be not so
much because he was out of

practice as because he already
suffered from writer's cramp.

Oh, very good.

Very, very good.

Agreeing to run the diaries in the Sunday
Times without letting our own journalists

make independent checks is completely
irresponsible.

You try arguing with Murdoch.

It's not our job to argue with Murdoch.

It's your job.

Have you read Trevor Roper?

There weren't just 60 diaries at Zurich.

There was a complete coherent archive
covering 35 years.

The archive coheres as a whole.

And the diaries are an integral part of
it.

This is the internal evidence of
authenticity.

And that man was an intelligence officer
in the war.

Frank, one man's opinion isn't enough.

Have you forgotten the Mussolini diaries
fiasco?

I know, I know, but I don't want to hear
about all that.

The deal's been signed.

And we are going to have to do it.

The first extract will appear on Monday.

When the diaries have properly evaluated
the biography of the dictator and with it

the history of the Nazi state will have to
be written in large part in you.

And for this great find, we have this man
to thank.

Devious.

And future generations will
of course... Oh, keep still!

...to remember the name Gerd Heidelberg.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That was stern publisher Henry Nannan with
a literally world-shaking announcement.

Dr. Joseph Henker, Federal Archive.

Hello, Dr. Henker.

I'm afraid I have slightly worried news
for you.

I've just received the results of Arnold
Rents' forensic analysis.

The diary pages did not contain paper
whiteness.

They might be the right period.

That's only might!

They say the rest of the archive material
I sent are definitely fake.

After all, it's the diaries that matter.

So the rest of the material didn't
necessarily come from the Bernersdorf crash.

No, no, no, no, no.

The implications are frightening.

If the archives are fake, so are the
diaries.

Look!

Look!

Two of the most
distinguished historians in the

world have said that
those diaries are genuine.

I do not intend to let
Arnold Rents block the

biggest syndication deal
in journalistic history.

Nannan's press release
will inevitably bring

a worldwide tidal wave
of skepticism upon us.

We are going to be
attacked by every academic

and newspaper on
the face of the planet.

The jackals will gather here in droves on
Monday for the launch.

We must be absolutely confident the story
is watertight.

If we have any doubts at all, we must pull
out now.

What do you want me to do?

There is only one way to be sure.

Gerd Heinemann must be made to divulge the
name of his source.

No, Gerd, I will not reveal my source.

Please, Gerd, just write down the full
story of how you obtained the diaries.

Only I will see it.

Then it will be locked away in the
company's safe.

But when I tracked him down, my source
didn't want to sell.

He feared for his brother, his wife,
and himself.

Do you know what I did?

I swore to him, on my mother's life, that
I would never, never reveal his identity.

Do you understand the solemnity of that
vow?

Yes.

I, myself, am a son.

The source is okay.

You must trust Heinemann.

He's got a gun.

Could you just get him out, please?

Hello, baby.

I'm making everybody here very unhappy.

Good.

Because I'm unhappy.

Heidemann.

The great, good Heidemann.

I tell you.

Heidemann's a cockerel.

He's attacked.

One day, Maria.

One day, the world will know who the true
genius is.

Who delivered their diaries into the
world.

Who?

Who, genius!

Christ!

Don't die.

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die.

Hugh?

Alexandra, something isn't right.

I don't understand.

It's the wording of this letter.

What letter?

The letter Heidemann gave me.

A love letter from the young Hitler to a
girl.

It's just that... It's just what?

I can't put my finger on it, but the
wording of the letter is just too close to

this book, Kubitschek's account of the
young adult.

It's as if the letter's been copied from
the book.

And why is the letter with Hitler's
papers?

He posted it to the girl.

It couldn't be with his papers.

Oh, my God, Alexandra.

I think this is a forgery.

If this is forged, then perhaps the entire
archive is forged.

If the archive is forged...

It's a very successful headline.

Hello, darling.

It's summertime.

Look, Lady Catherine.

Yes?

It's sensational.

I'll never see another front page like
that as long as you live.

Oh!

Oh, it's absolutely fantastic!

I think I'll ring Hugh Trevor Ripper.

Good idea, Frank.

There's bound to be a lot of carping
criticism from our rivals.

Use the man to counter the arguments.

Hugh?

Frank Giles.

Very well, thank you.

What we'd like you is a quiet, scholarly,
detailed piece, rebutting any attacks.

Naturally, one has doubts.

Hmm?

Well, of course, there are no certainties
in this life.

But these doubts aren't
strong enough to make

you do a complete
180 degree turn on that.

Oh, I see you are doing a 180 degree turn.

Look, Hugh, I think I'd better ring you
back later.

Hugh thinks the diaries may be forgeries.

Better talk to Murdoch in New York.

Frank.

Ring Hugh back.

He mustn't make his doubts public at the
stern press conference.

Say he can reveal them exclusively in next
week's paper.

Frank.

I think you're being just marvellous.

But there's no actual proof they are
fakes.

I don't want you to remake the paper.

F*** Dacre.

Publish!

David Irving says the diaries are deeply
flawed.

I wouldn't be going to Hamburg if I didn't
leave the diaries at general.

Are you 100% sure of that?

Don't put the sentence point on my
beliefs.

There are problems, but I'm convinced
every problem has an answer.

All right, fellas.

Come on, give us a break.

Right.

Please tell me again.

How did the diaries come into Stern's
possession?

The diaries were brought
out of the East by a former

Wehrmacht officer currently
living in West Germany.

The other material
was delivered to me in

Hamburg by a group of
peasants from Bernersdorf.

This archive material, we now accept,
may not be genuine.

But the diaries are certainly authentic.

The story I was first
told indicated one plane

crash, one salvaged
cargo and one supplier.

Well, it, um, it was necessary to deflect
the truth in order to protect my supplier.

Mr. Heidemann, when I
was in Zurich, Peter Koch

told me the supplier
came from East Germany.

That was why his identity could not be
disclosed.

Just last week, you told me
the Wehrmacht officer lived in

Switzerland and could not
be identified for tax reasons.

Now you tell me he lives
in West Germany and only

supplied the diaries and
not the additional material.

So, let's start again, shall we?

How did the diaries come into Stern's
possession?

Mr. Heidemann, can you give
me any reason why I should

believe in the existence
of this Wehrmacht officer?

No.

Why should I?

Well, why should I believe?

And why should I publicly authenticate the
diaries at tomorrow's press conference?

I have had quite enough of this.

You are behaving exactly like an officer
of the British Secret Service.

This is not 1945.

They are real.

They are real.

Of course they are.

And now, the theme is really good.

A long time, it's very nice.

It's a very great project.

When the nation has
sought to defeat us.

In this world, we are yet.

Thank you for being here today,
ladies and gentlemen.

The interest in this
edition of our magazine

is both unprecedented
and completely justified.

In a moment, we will
be showing you a program

describing in detail how
this amazing find came about.

But first, I want to say
publicly, I am 100% convinced

Hitler wrote every single
word in those books.

We spend a lot of money on those diaries,
but when it comes to informing the reader,

nothing is too expensive.

On the 20th of April, 1945,
a Junkers carrying the effects

of Adolf Hitler craft here
in the Heidenholz forest.

These are the graves of the crew.

And now began a race against time.

With the invaluable assistance
of Thomas Volker, Heidemann

embarked on a year-long search
for the source of the diaries.

Three handwriting experts have already
authenticated the contents.

And the eminent British historian and
Hitler expert, Hugh Traveroper,

has also examined the diaries.

So there is no doubt in your mind these
diaries are genuine?

No doubt at all.

Come on, fellas.

Hold on.

Please stand back.

Please don't touch the...

No, no, no.

Hold on.

Don't touch the...
Come on, fellas.

Just hold on.

Just hold on.

I hold them up.

You can see.

Just wait a minute.

Take your pictures.

Come on, fellas.

All right.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
it is your turn to ask questions of us.

Yes?

My question is for Professor Trevor Roper.

The announcement of the
diaries and the initial excerpts

have been greeted with
almost universal derision.

Is your position the same
as when you spoke with Miss

Dickman and when you wrote
your article for the Times?

As a historian, I regret that the normal
method of historical verification has,

understandably perhaps,
to some extent, been

sacrificed to the requirements
of a journalistic scoop.

I am the British historian, David Irving.

Now, I may not have a doctorate or a
professorship or even the title Lord,

but I believe I have a reputation in
Germany nevertheless.

I demand to know how Hitler could have
written of the July bomb plot in his

diaries when your own film just showed him
meeting Mussolini a few hours after the

explosion and having to shake hands with
his left hand.

Thank you, Mr Irving.

You've made your point.

Any more questions, please?

A few months ago, I
was shown photocopies of

writers from a collection
of obvious forgeries.

Please, please.

Luckily, I made copies
of the copies because

these diaries are part
of the same collection.

Mr Irving could ask Westerns to not make
steepness.

Any more questions?

Any more questions?

I challenge them to tell us if they have
tested the diaries, Inc.

for his age.

defence of SpaceOOD

I would like to agree with the chief rabbi
of Great Britain, who said.

As a human being, victim and survivor of
history's most monstrous tyranny,

I protest vehemently against the
publication of the so-called Hitler diaries.

Whether they are authentic or not is quite
immaterial to the outrage of resurrecting

the incarnation of evil and his
propaganda, rehabilitating him for a

generation which knew not this master
gangster.

Hailing this find as the biggest discovery
since the Dead Sea Scrolls is a sacrilege

which only compounds
the insult to millions

who perished and
suffered under this tyranny.

Sanctimonious bullshit.

Comrade, I have
just sent nine different

volumes to be given
definitive forensic tests.

They will be examined by
the Federal Archive at Koblenz,

the laboratory in Berlin,
and by the Wiesbaden police.

Sometime next week, there will be no doubt
about their authenticity.

In the meantime, we have a magazine to get
out.

Let's hope that the second instalment will
be even more sizzling than the first.

Listen, mate, it's the
only thing people are

talking about right now
in Britain and America.

They got hundreds of thousands of new
readers in the last week.

They all seem incredibly confident about
winning the war.

Mind you, I suppose
most of the people in the

bunker thought that
right up until the end.

We can't lose whichever way it goes.

I mean, we've got new readers.

And if the diaries are rubbish,

the Hitler thing is yesterday's news.

The last diaries.

There's all the fusters being there.

I wasn't sure you'd still want them.

Of course I want them.

The set wouldn't have been complete.

Posterity would have been cheated.

This is wonderful.

Snaps?

Surely.

So, what I thought was this.

Gina and I have seen these two magnificent
houses in Almeria.

They're absolutely fantastic.

We'll buy one.

You and Edith buy the other.

We'll build a tunnel between the two of
them.

Join together both our collections.

We'd have the biggest Hitler archive in
the world.

What do you say?

Kurt?

We've had a great adventure together.

But now, I think, it's time we went our
separate ways.

You will phone me, won't you?

Huh?

You will phone.

If the music to Veal and the blacksmith
ever turns up.

You'll be the first to know.

Goodbye, guys.

Come on.

Goodbye.

You...

Yes?

The Federal Archive report is in.

It didn't go our way.

The paper is post-war.

The notebooks themselves appear to have
been bought at Woolworths.

And the so-called A.H.

Seal, actually plastic, imported from Hong
Kong.

I think it's time to take that holiday
that we've been talking about for so long.

And the so-called A.H.

Seal, actually plastic, imported from Hong
Kong.

This is crazy.

I'm sick and tired of all this... If the
office calls, tell them I've gone out.

Where?

I'm going to bring back
irrefutable evidence that

those diaries came from
the Bernersdorf plane crash.

This is my friend, Maria Mordic.

Maria?

Edith.

We're going to be staying with Maria's
parents in Austria.

I thought it was that time you two met.

I think you're going to like each other.

Um, yes, we now accept that the diaries
are, in fact, forgeries.

We're launching a full
in-house investigation into the

chain of events which led
to such a regrettable incident.

Now, don't apologize, you fool.

God.

I've got the proof now.

I've got the proof!

Where did you think all that money was
coming from?

I don't know.

Advances?

Commissions?

Was there ever a supplier or was Heidemann
forging the diaries all along, huh?

Of course he wasn't.

I met him and his wife.

Who was Heidemann's source?

I can't tell you his name.

You'll have to ask Gerd.

You can't ask Gerd because you say he's in
East Germany.

Maybe he's asked for political asylum.

Hello, Gerd.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be okay.

I've got the proof.

I went back to Bernersdorf.

I found a young peasant
whose father had been

at the scene of the
Gunnel Finger plane crash.

He'd taken the door.

He'd used it to prop up his garden shed.

They're gonna have to believe us now.

This is proof that there was a plane
crash.

We won.

Gerd, we won, we won.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Here's the icing on the cake.

I've, um...

I've written to Marty Borman.

Switzerland.

Yeah.

I've asked him to come out of hiding.

He's going to authenticate the diaries.

They're gonna have to believe Martin
Borman, aren't they?

Hmm?

Sit down, Gerd.

I want

you to take a deep breath.

The plane door is very useful.

And if Borman turns up, certainly we'll
all be laughing.

But in the meantime, what we have to have,
and no arguments...

...is the name of the man supplying the
diaries.

Ah...

Ah... Ah, his name is, um...

Conrad Fisher.

A fisher came from Austria and gave
himself up yesterday.

Only his real name's Kuya, apparently.

Conrad Kuya.

Long series of arrests when he was
younger.

Spent time in Stanheim prison.

Ran a cleaning company until he discovered
the memorabilia market...

...and this amazing, uh...

Talent.

I guess you'd have to call it a talent,
wouldn't you?

They do exist, Leon.

They do exist.

I didn't find them this time.

I met an evil man.

Evil.

But I will find them.

Someday.

I will.

You bastard!

You bastard!

You bastard!

You lied to me!

You fraud everything!

You bastard!

And now, two months later, what do you
make of it all?

Well, I made about 17,000 pounds,
which pleased my bank manager enormously.

Hugh Trevor Roper, you came out of the
affair not quite as well.

There is a limerick circulating around
Cambridge.

There once was a fellow called Dacre,
who was God in his own little acre.

But in the matter of
diaries, he was quite

ultraviaries and unable
to spot an old faker.

I mean, what precisely happened to you in
Zurich?

Well, I've pondered a great deal on it,
as you may imagine.

And it comes down to this.

I thought the stern people were
honourable.

So I took their bona fides as a dartum.

I see.

How did Frank come in?

Sit down.

Now, Frank, this has got nothing to do
with the diaries disaster.

But I think the board would feel a lot
happier if we kind of kicked you upstairs,

made you editor emeritus.

What does that mean, Frank?

Well, the E means you're out.

And emeritus means you deserve it.

When the judge sentenced
Heidemann and Kuyao, he said

he thought Stern should
have been in the dock as well.

What would you say to that?

Well, I'd say I disagree.

The Hitler diaries affair did have a
traumatic effect upon Stern.

You lost revenue, circulation,
respect.

Well, that was then.

This is now.

We've, uh, bounced back.

With the new cast of characters.

Dr. Hemsman is a professor in Munster.

Wilfred Saul runs a small publishing
company.

Thomas Walter left Hamburg.

Leo Pesch works for Vogue.

Dr. Manfred Fisher is the head of Dornier
Aircraft Company.

Henry and Allen is retired, and Peter Koch
is unemployed.

Yes.

But you are still managing director of
Gruner and Jahr.

Yeah.

You must be a very good manager indeed.

Yeah.

Yes, I must be.

Well, I'd say it's a lot more rewarding
than forging lunch and vouchers.

I first got the idea... when I was copying
out Hitler's appointments... just to

practice the handwriting, you know... And
suddenly, I looked... I created a diary.

But I never would have had the courage to
go through with it... until I met Hans

Bauer at a party... and he told me about
Operation Seraglio... and the plane crash.

..

and that lent the whole thing credibility.

Hey, Carney.

Do Hitler.

How much?

25 bucks.

One thing I never understood.

Why didn't you give the score of Wieland
the Blacksmith to Heidemann?

He would have paid you anything for it.

True.

But I can't write a note of music.

Fly with me, Gondela.

No, he's not.

He'd be realized.

True.

True.

This is the first sentence.

This is the first sentence.