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-[whistle blowing] -[panting]

[whistle blowing]

[gun cocks]

Put the gun down!

Put it down.

[gun firing]

[dog barking in distance]

THE BRESLAU MURDERS

[♪ singing in Yiddish]

"The sports event of the century is rapidly approaching.

The Olympic Games in Berlin are meant to prove to the entire world

the validity of the concept of superiority of the Aryan race.

The great athletic celebration will not be disturbed

even by the controversial participation of Black athletes.

[phone ringing]

Should they compete with white athletes?

"We spoke about this with the famous anthropologist Bruno Beger."

Superintendent Barens.

-Holtz. -Heil Hitler, Obersturmbannführer Holtz.

Headquarters in ten minutes.

And prepare an arrest warrant for Podolsky.

That fucking Polish tramp.

That drunken bum. That fucking boozehound!

He just wrecked his entire career!

He ruined everything, but I'll get him!

And you're going to help me, Barens.

[line disconnects]

The Eyeburner attacked another victim near the town hall.

He stunned and tried to drag the man into one of the courtyards.

A caretaker scared him off, and the victim is in the city hospital.

Nowak and Zeigler. You'll go to interrogate the victim.

Write everything down in detail like it's a school dictation.

Yes, Superintendent.

Benk.

You'll interrogate the caretaker at the precinct.

Set aside all other cases. The Eyeburner is a priority.

Any questions?

Sir, do we report to Detective Podolsky?

No, directly to me and Obersturmbannführer SS Holtz.

Podolsky doesn't exist to us anymore.

Himmler humiliated, a dead police officer, and the suspect has disappeared.

And this?

Yesterday, this could've been a success story. Today is trash!

Podolsky buried my career!

I understand you're upset,

but I am the Chief of Criminal Police in Breslau

and I won't allow this kind of treatment.

And I am the Chief of the SS for all Lower Silesia,

and I don't know how much longer I'll let you work here.

You put your head on the block for this drunk.

Yes, and I take full responsibility for what happened.

[chuckles]

Wonderful.

I'm moved, truly.

And if it helped at all, I'd have you shot right away.

-As for Podolsky... -Don't mention that name to me.

Find him and arrest him.

What's the name of that Jew? That friend of his.

The one with whom he broke into the Forensic Medicine Unit.

-Why do you ask? -The name.

Name.

Krakauer.

[door opens and closes]

-Have you searched the wardrobe? -[objects clattering]

Maybe he's hiding in my hatbox.

[exhales heavily] This is a serious matter, madam.

Franz will rip your balls off for this.

Obersturmbannführer Holtz gave the order.

I already told you, I haven't seen him since yesterday.

He didn't come home.

I believe you.

I'm sorry.

Erwin.

Tell me what happened.

[exhales] I really can't.

But I'm going to worry.

I don't have any details, madam.

But it seems that the detective has been suspended again.

-Again? -Yes, like the last time,

after the death of that pervert, Felix Von Berg.

The superintendent reinstated him a few days ago, and now, apparently...

So, he's been suspended for the last three months?

[Benk grunts softly]

Right?

That's all from us. I want to apologize profusely for this intrusion.

Let's go!

Where have you been going for the last three months, you bastard?

I swear I'll find that whore.

Prof. Dr. INGA EISSMANN Psychoanalyst

You son of a bitch.

[playful chatter, laughter]

Mr. Fox!

[♪ upbeat music playing]

A telegram for you.

-Bad news, Foxy? -On the contrary.

-I'm famous. -Oh!

Sir Anthony Weston wants me to work for his agency.

And you don't want to?

Write editorials about antisemitism for RZF?

-No, I have better things to do. -[laughing]

What's going on here?

For Karol's mother, for the funeral.

Did he show up?

Check the local bars, dives, and brothels.

[phone ringing]

[clears throat]

Inga Eissmann?

Well, then we have to talk.

How long have you been fucking Franz?

[Inga clears throat]

I'm working with him on the Eyeburner case.

Building his psychological profile.

He'd have to be a fool to cheat on a woman like you.

Got some cognac?

HUNGARIAN HOTEL

[imperceptible]

[knocking on door]

[pounding on door]

Occupied!

[both laughing]

-Alpha male. That's how they are. -[chuckles]

And your husband? Does he get jealous too?

Why do you think I have one?

[♪ woman singing faintly on record]

Franz.

Describe his psychological profile to me.

Mmm. He's... [chuckles] Simple and complicated at the same time.

[both laugh]

Exactly.

He tries to hide how sensitive he is.

Flaunts his intelligence a bit too much.

And he doesn't appreciate women. [chuckles]

You're right.

Sometimes he acts like he doesn't know me at all.

[chuckles] I thought he'd go mad with jealousy

when he found the Eyeburner's letter on me.

[chuckles softly]

A letter?

[exhales heavily]

[sighs] Fuck.

Yes, sir.

Holtz issued a warrant for your arrest.

[breathes heavily]

But I don't know anything about it yet.

Excuse me?

Technically, I still work for the police.

To fire me, they'd have to find me first and take my badge.

Right.

How did you manage to get out of there?

I don't remember.

I need some fresh clothes.

[Vollinger mumbles indistinctly]

And a place to stay for a few days.

Since you've found me here, they'll figure it out sooner or later.

[breathing heavily]

We need to find the Eyeburner before they do.

Then Hitler himself will absolve me.

Then we'd better hurry.

The Eyeburner attacked again.

[knocking on door]

-Come in. -[door opens and closes]

[assistant] The police sent an interrogation report on Müller,

the Eyeburner's would-be victim, Obersturmbannführer Holtz.

Leave it.

[door closes]

It's me, honey.

Is he back?

Take the driver please, and check the train stations, cafes...

Any place you can think of.

Just do it discreetly.

[chuckles nervously]

No, nothing's happened. I'm just worried.

Yes, fine.

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

The car.

[toilet flushing]

I wanted to talk to you, Mr. Müller.

I don't know you.

Detective Podolsky. I'm investigating the Eyeburner case.

Uh-huh. I already told your colleagues everything.

And I'd like to hear it again.

From you.

He had a mark here, on his hand.

Or a rash.

Maybe it was a burn. I don't know, it was dark.

-But I've already told them. -Why were you out so late?

I was leaving from a restaurant.

Restaurants close at 10:00 p.m. What were you doing there at 11:00?

-I went to a bar. -[door opens]

Occupied. You hear me?

[door closes]

Which bar?

[inhales sharply]

Schlingel on Szewska Street.

-Are you a homosexual? -I beg your pardon?

I resent that!

I'm a public official. I work at the magistrate.

Relax, I don't care. I won't put it in the report.

But I need to know if the assault was sexual in nature.

He was just staring at me all evening.

He sat at the bar and watched me.

And when I walked up to him, he turned and left.

And you went after him.

The Eyeburner kills first.

And then he goes for the victim's eyes. There was no chlorine, right?

He didn't mention burning them.

I was just afraid it would come out.

That he's a lover from the bar.

I'm sorry, boss, but I couldn't leave the precinct.

Barens, I mean, the superintendent, was breathing down my neck all day.

I'll try to find a normal place tomorrow.

It's fine.

But if Lena finds out that you took me to a brothel,

then you'll be in deeper shit with her than I am with Holtz.

[chuckles]

She won't find out. I brought toiletries and a few fresh shirts...

And that's what we got today from the embassy in London.

Fox's article.

I wonder how he got it.

Only you, Barens, and I knew.

And Holtz.

[chuckling] Yeah, Holtz. Fucking careerist.

He wanted to impress Himmler,

and a communist is the perfect choice for a perpetrator.

[Podolsky exhales deeply]

I need to see Lena.

If Holtz has his men outside my house, take care of them.

Yes, sir.

[♪ muffled upbeat music playing]

[keys jangling]

[lock clicking]

[♪ music continues playing]

♪ However, Miss Mary is a lady Mary has sex just like me ♪

♪ Mary's blood boils and burns Miss Mary, the world dreams of her ♪

♪ An average type, supposedly But she has that something, Mary ♪

♪ That whoever sees her once Woe betide him very much ♪

♪ Whoever meets Mary even once Will say how sweet she is ♪

♪ When her eyes gaze tenderly at you You already lost and succumbed to her ♪

♪ So, given these virtues I'm so eager ♪

♪ I love you, oh, my Mary Oh, it's okay ♪

[exclaims, laughing]

Shh.

Are you crazy? Sneaking into your own home?

Good evening, darling.

I see you've missed me very much.

I've been worried to death that something happened to you

and I wouldn't be able to kill you myself.

[Podolsky] Hmm.

Now, explain yourself.

They're after me.

I've made a mistake.

You threw up on Holtz, I can understand that.

Explain why you were lying to me.

-I don't know what you mean. -[scoffs]

You went to work every morning for three months.

Where were you? I know it wasn't the precinct.

[Podolsky sighs heavily]

-None of your business. -None of my business?

-It's not important now. -It's important to me.

[stopper opens]

What do you want?

Did you lack anything?

Champagne, fun, new dresses?

That's how you see me?

You never said what you were doing

the night the Eyeburner slipped you the letter.

I don't remember. I was drunk.

Very convenient.

Inga is right. You don't understand me at all.

Inga who?

Fine. Let's have it your way.

But from now on, you have no right to ask me where I go and with whom.

[Podolsky sighs]

Come on, quit sulking.

I love you.

Me too.

[inhales sharply]

-Say it normally. -I'm saying it normally.

You say "me too" when you're angry.

Say, "I love you."

I love you, and now I have to go because I'm late.

[Podolsky sighs]

Lena.

[door closes]

[sighs]

What was in those letters?

Some bullshit.

That he's cleaning the city. That we're alike.

Meaning you executing that psychopath?

The killer wants you to think that's what triggered his crimes.

That you're an accomplice to his murders.

But why drag Lena into it?

How does he know me?

Go back to the archives.

Check the reds' files again.

You want a lift to the brothel, boss?

Go to the precinct.

I still have something to do. And one more thing.

Check if Zelda applied for a US visa first thing in the morning.

Yes, sir.

[sighs softly]

[sniffles]

You have to be careful.

Honey

-Drive. -Where?

-Just go! -Giddy-up.

[horse neighs]

[crying softly]

[hurried footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

I thought I made myself clear.

Johann, we can't just sit idly.

We have no other choice.

If anyone finds out about his disappearance,

we'll attract the attention of all of Breslau.

He's your son.

[sighs]

It's for his own good, understand?

[crying]

He'll be fine.

He'll be fine.

It's not the first time. He'll come back.

Please. It's been three days.

Let me call her. She won't tell anyone and she can help.

She knows him at least as well as we do.

Please.

[sighs]

[sighs] Take your pills and lie down.

[continues crying]

The tattoo is the same, but the initials are different.

He has an "A" like Ann, she has "U" like Uwe.

Zelda applied for a visa a month ago.

She wanted to go to America with Blumenstein.

He could have killed Zelda and Blumenstein out of jealousy.

Boss, it all adds up.

Uwe Gerber is our man.

He's been with the communists for six years.

He has a weapon for sure.

He studied Philosophy at Goethe University in Frankfurt.

I bet he knows the Book of Nahum by heart.

The graphologist also said it was definitely someone well-educated.

-He quit studying in his third year. -Got involved with communists.

And one more thing.

He works in the Jewish Hospital warehouse on Sudeten Street.

He can get chlorine.

[footsteps approaching]

[woman] Who is it?

-The caretaker. -What?

I need to check the meters.

It's only the middle of the month. The collector took the tokens.

[gun cocks]

New rules.

Sure, squeeze the last marks out of people, that you're good at.

How will I feed my baby?

-[gasps] -[Podolsky] Shh.

[baby crying]

[baby continues crying]

Open it.

[grunting]

Sit down!

[panting]

[baby continues crying]

Where is he?

[panting] I don't know.

He's been gone for three weeks. Ask the caretaker.

Are you his wife?

Is that his child?

Yes.

Is it normal that he disappears for several weeks?

Is it normal that you persecute Jews and murder your political opponents?

He's suspected of murdering three people.

-[laughs] -He had an affair with a prostitute.

I don't give a shit about your bourgeois propriety.

And that prostitute is one of the victims.

[gasps softly]

[doorbell ringing]

[smacks wall]

-Lena. -Good morning.

What a surprise. Please, come in.

Poldek just left ten minutes ago.

You can leave a message for him.

Or I can ask him to visit you tonight.

[chuckles] No, there's no need.

The thing is...

I don't know where Franz is. He left me a strange letter, and...

I also don't feel safe lately.

My dear, did something happen?

[chuckles] No, it's basically nothing, but...

-I feel like someone's following me. -Following you?

That's very serious. Then you really need to talk to Poldek.

Last night...

someone was walking behind me...

down the street, and when I stopped and turned around,

that person stopped too.

For God's sake, Lena. What were you doing there alone?

-It doesn't matter, it's just that... -It does matter.

Darling, I'm sorry, but a young woman shouldn't be wandering around town

alone in the middle of the night.

-I understand, but... -But? There's no but.

Homeless people, thieves, rapists. We live in very dangerous times.

I know.

You're right.

-[objects clattering] -[baby cooing]

Hush, darling.

[baby crying]

I told you, you won't find anything.

[breathing heavily]

[baby continues crying]

[chuckles softly]

What's this?

Here it is.

[Podolsky breathes deeply]

Number 33, Spinning Street.

July 16th.

9:00 p.m.

Tomorrow.

Boss.

[panting]

I found him.

You think that will save you?

He's a communist. I need a dozen men to take him down.

Too late, Podolsky.

I've vouched for you.

But you don't give a shit about that, do you?

You use people when you need them, but you don't really care about anyone.

One last chance.

You destroy everything you touch.

Do you know who paid for your stunts this time?

Doctor Krakauer.

-What? -Holtz sent him to the Dachau camp.

[gun cocks]

[gun fires]

[guns cocking]

I regret that fate made our paths cross, Podolsky.

[handcuffs clicking]

I'm sorry that I've embarrassed you, but...

I heard you got the Eyeburner.

I demand that you free Doctor Krakauer.

One more word and you'll be in Dachau with him.

-I should be there, not him. -Yeah, I agree.

So please...

I don't have time for this nonsense and you have even less. Who is it?

I'll bring him in if you release the doctor.

Name.

I can get it out of you by force.

Maybe that would work, but it would take time.

And we know we don't have that.

You don't have it, Podolsky.

[cell door unlocking]

[door opens]

[Barens] You've been reinstated to the force by Obersturmbannführer Holtz.

This will be your last operation.

Get going.

[sighs]

[Podolsky] There are three exits from the factory. Two on Stabelwitz Street.

One from the back. We need to watch all the windows.

Four of you will be patrolling the workers' quarters.

He won't escape far.

We're looking for Uwe Gerber.

But don't rely on the photo, he may look different.

How do we recognize him?

Maybe we won't.

That's why we have to catch all of them, to the last man.

And most importantly, we don't know what's waiting for us,

if they have weapons and what kind.

But your orders are not to shoot.

We need Gerber alive.

How do we defend ourselves?

Wisely.

And that, comrades, we won't allow!

[men] We can't!

We can't let those fascists take away what we value the most.

Our freedom and our dignity!

[men] We can't!

We can't let them destroy our dreams of a new world.

A world free from exploitation.

A world free from national and religious conflicts.

[men shouting in agreement]

[Gerber] So we will show them that the revolution continues!

That we were, we are, and we will be here!

Yes! That's right!

Yes!

[gun firing]

On the ground! Hands on your head. Now!

On the ground!

[indistinct shouting]

On the ground!

[policeman 1] On the ground! Now!

[policeman 2] Come here. By the wall. Line up, one by one.

Stop stalling. Move. Faster. Now!

Go. One by one.

Faster. Go.

Come on!

Chimek, God damn it.

[men shouting]

[Gerber] Beat a fascist!

[men shouting indistinctly]

[gun fires]

[policeman 3] By the wall!

[shouting continues]

[groaning, panting]

What now, Gerber?

The party's over.

No, Podolsky.

It's just the beginning.

[breathing heavily]