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Sturmbannfuhrer Kessler.

I've been summoned to see the Reichscommissar urgently.

Yes, I know he has an appointment. Tell him he must wait.

Good morning, Kessler.

A pleasure to meet you. I have heard much about you.

Thank you, Herr Reichskommissar.

May I welcome you to Brussels and say how

pleased I was to learn of your appointment.

I am of course entirely at your disposal. -Thank you.

I expect you are aware that most of the traitors involved

in the attempt on the Fuhrer's life on July the 20th

have been accounted for.

A few committed suicide before they were arrested.

The remainder admitted their crimes under interrogation and were summarily executed.

I have received little official information as yet, but of course

I've heard something of the events in Berlin.

Not only in Berlin.

We know that had the Fuhrer died, as the traitors had planned,

the military commander in Paris intended to seize control

and hand over the city to The Allies.

No one outside the party can be trusted any more, Kessler.

Not the Wehrmacht, not the Kriegsmarine, not the Luftwaffe.

No, Herr Reichscommissar.

It is possible that similar plans existed here in Brussels.

You will find out.

The Fuhrer has ordered the immediate death

of everyone found to be involved in the plot.

It is our duty to see that the Fuhrer's orders are obeyed to the letter.

Of course. With respect, I shall need to know more

about those who have already been found guilty.

It's a question of establishing the connection, the association.

This will help you.

I need hardly remind you that the contents are most secret.

Of course.

Any guilty man here in Brussels will receive swift justice,

I assure you. -Naturally.

Kessler. Some of the officers involved you may find difficult to believe.

Men who have fought for Germany. Heroes in the public eye.

Rommel for one. -Rommel?

He is to be given the chance to commit suicide

in exchange for the safety of his family.

You will soon read of his untimely death.

And his state funeral will be in the news reels.

It would unsettle the masses if any of their

heroes were to be denounced as a traitor.

Bear that in mind.

Wullner.

Where did you put Major Reinhardt's service record?

In the morning I want to put through a call to General Juttner in Munich.

There are some inconsistencies in their cross references.

Will you pass me the file on Ernest Von Elmendorff.

Now Admiral Canaris.

Would you look under July 20th.

Meeting in the Bendlerblock on the Lambda Canal in attendance...

Something, something has been scratched out, Sir.

Several names have been removed. Here, the third space.

What do you think that might've been?

Mein... or Deinhaupt...

Not Reinhardt?

Yes, sir. It could be Reinhardt. -Thank you.

Are the men from Hohne here yet? -Yes, Sir, in the outer office.

Would you send them in, please.

Well? -We checked the local register. There is no family. -There was no sister?

Yes. Was. Killed in an air raid in 1942.

Any indiscretions? -No. -Very well.

The resistance have started ambushing Germans.

There are patrols all over the place. -I'll get it.

Moving the ones we've got isn't going to be easy.

The resistance are fighting the war in their own way Albert, we must be fair.

But that doesn't help us. -They're killing Germans.

They set the Gestapo snapping at everybody's heels

including ours, and for what?

I'm talking about that staff car.

One chauffeur guarding a German padre. What a target.

Albert, that car was supposed to pick up a general and take him to the airfield.

So he changed his plans... -How do you know that?

The communists carried out the attack. -I've just come from Dirk.

Have you found any way for these evaders?

Hold on, hold on. There's more from Dirk and it's not good.

They believe they know how Max and the others came to be shot,

and they believe it was you that gave the information.

Are you sure? -They know the lot.

The tip off to the French police. How Max was set up. Everything. -How?

God knows how, but they know, that's for certain.

What do they intend to do, Alain?

Have me killed? -Yeah.

What about Monique, Natalie, you? -They blame you. No one else.

Well, they're right there. That's something.

But can you find out when they intend to do it? How?

Monique, Dirk can be trusted, but he's not a member of the inner group.

He's certain about their intentions, but not much else.

He's going to try to find out some more tomorrow if he can.

Can you see him again tonight?

Yeah, perhaps yeah.

Well do your best. -Right. -Alain, wait. Can't you arrange a meeting with them?

We can explain that Max was endangering Lifeline.

No, he wasn't doing it on his own. -No, they won't negotiate.

And Max was perfectly happy to betray Francois.

Why should they care about anyone else?

Albert, don't go anywhere until we can find out some more.

Watch the customers. Keep a gun handy. Stay here.

Thank you Alain. Goodnight

Well, at least the Germans wear uniform. You know who your enemy is.

As you see, house to house inquiries continue. Searches of

suspected premises are going on and all police leave gas been cancelled.

We shall find them. -I'm impressed by your diligence in this matter.

Property was damaged and a passerby was hurt. That's police business.

I'm just as anxious as you are to bring guilty men to justice.

Well, we have one of them.

Yes, Charles Brouillet.

He'll name the rest before we finish with him.

With respect, I don't think Brouillet was involved.

My men found him hiding with a loaded gun

in his possession. Of course he was involved.

Has he admitted, any complicity in the attack? -No he's denied everything.

But as soon as he recovers consciousness,

his interrogation will continue. He'll admit it in the end.

I'm sorry Sturmbannfuhrer

but Brouillet was taking part in an armed robbery on the same day,

which is why he was hiding

and accounts for the gun in his possession.

Are you certain? -He was positively identified by three witnesses.

These are the statements.

He said nothing of this under interrogation.

The penalty for armed robbery is very severe

and a policeman was hurt during the raid.

Brouillet knows what he will face when we get our hands on him.

Come.

Sturmbannfuhrer, this is just arrived

by special messenger from the Reichscommissar.

Ah yes, thank you.

That will be all, Benet.

May I take him, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer?

We don't much like criminals who assault the police.

Yes, yes, I suppose so.

Waiter.

Keep the change. -Thank you, sir.

You can tell your friends not to worry.

Sir, don't you want your bill?

What's going on? -Vercors said it was urgent, that's all I know.

Another drink, Madeleine? -No, I don't think so thank you.

Oh come on, with me.

It's on the house. And anyway, look, look, I'm not busy. -Thank you.

We'll drink to after the war, shall we?

When all the shops are open again. Good food, pretty clothes, anything you like.

Cars in the street, holidays, lying on the beach in the sun.

Sooner or later the Allies will arrive. The Germans will leave.

Those that aren't killed.

Have you thought about that? -Yes. -What then?

I don't know.

Look, I've seen you in here almost every day with Kessler

Since you first met him...

I know what you're going to say

It's none of my business, and I don't pretend to understand,

but I do know that you must care for him. -You don't understand either.

What about your future? -I just try and live from day to day.

Every day that passes brings the Allied tanks nearer to Brussels. -I know.

What will happen then? Oh Madeleine, you must get out while there's still time.

Or perhaps it's been decided for me.

I was supposed to see him last night, but he sent a message to say he was too busy.

It doesn't look as if he's coming now, does it?

I should have expected it. In a way I did.

Madeleine, you get away, you get far away from here, and forget about him.

Are you trying to get me shot? I shouldn't be here. -It's important.

I left a message as arranged. -Charles, did you get him out?

Yes. -Well, where is he?

The prison hospital. -Did he talk?

No. -Are you sure? -From Kessler himself.

He was roughed up but he kept his trap shut.

And he'll be alright? -In time.

What then? -He'll be held while the robbery's investigated.

I cooked up some statements from eyewitnesses.

Kessler wasn't suspicious?

He trusts me. Eventually, those statements

will be disproved and Brouillet will be released.

The Germans will have forgotten about him by then.

They'll be gone by then.

Anyway, thank you. You saved a brave man's life.

The Germans haven't gone yet. You thank me by not having meetings like this.

We need your help again.

No. You don't understand the risks I've been taking.

We do, and we're grateful. You don't have to do much.

After getting Brouillet out, anything is too much. No, I'm sorry.

It's simply another Belgian. The Germans won't give a damn.

I told you before... -Never mind what you told me. It's been agreed.

You mean you decided? -Well, no one disagreed with me.

Albert Foiret has been sentenced to death.

When and how was left to me.

Mademoiselle.

I was delayed. I'm sorry.

Whatever you've got,as quickly as possible -Certainly, sir. Please, this way.

I thought you weren't coming.

I sent a message last night to say I would be here.

By then I'd sat for two hours waiting for you.

I was obliged to work late, it was necessary. -It often is.

You're in a strange mood. Would you like a drink? Calvados? -No thank you.

I can't stay long I'm afraid.

I'm surprised you bothered to come at all.

I have to see the Reichscommissar again this afternoon.

And tonight? Will you be working late again tonight?

Probably. We'd better not make any arrangements.

Perhaps we should end it. Here and now.

Is that what you want?

I don't know. I seem to spend most of my life

waiting for you and most of the time you're not there.

My work makes it impossible. I see you as often as I can. -But it's very little.

I have no friends because of you. My neighbors won't even speak to me.

I'm sure you exaggerate. -Don't you understand how it is for me?

I have nothing to do but sit on my own and think about the future.

About what will happen.

I don't want to think.

When I'm alone. I can't help it.

Does my presence really mean so much to you?

You're all I've got.

Mademoiselle. Sturmbannfuhrer. Bon Appetit.

You're all I have too, Madeleine.

I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me.

No please don't apologize.

I've been selfish and inconsiderate. No please, let me finish.

I have accepted your devotion, if not as a right

then without being really aware of its effect upon you.

I can see that your fears are very real.

You're frightened. I care for you very much. -Please Ludwig, it doesn't matter.

But it does matter. To both of us.

You've behaved impeccably towards my colleagues

I've always been able to rely on you being charming.

A perfect companion. I've even prided myself about it.

I never sensed that it was an effort for you.

That inside, you're desperately frightened.

I'm sorry, forgive me. -Of course.

The Reichscommissar I cannot postpone.

This evening I have other urgent business but soon--

shall we -- have an afternoon in the country?

Or better still, a weekend away together?

Find some quiet little hotel where we can forget the war exists.

But it does exist, Ludwig.

And one day I'll have to pay for my -- little escapade that we call happiness.

I know you've always been kind and considerate. I expected nothing more.

But I can't help being afraid when you're not there.

I'm so frightened of being alone again.

Madeleine. -- Would -- would you --eventually

consider marrying me?

I don't know.

I'd never really thought about it.

Dreams can become reality.

Our French comrades will take to the streets as soon as Paris is liberated.

When France becomes a people's democracy, then so shall we.

This isn't France.

Look, I want your help in dealing with a man who is a traitor and a collaborator.

You don't need me to deal with Albert Foiret.

You've got enough guns at your disposal, God knows.

I want him alive.

Foiret had ten of our men killed.

One quick death's too good for him. He'll die, at the end of a rope. Slowly.

You'd better put a full clip in and keep them with you whenever you can.

You'd better keep that under the under the counter near the bar.

Can you slip it down the piano? -Yes.

Do you think they'll come Albert? -Perhaps?

No. You stay here. We'll go.

We're closed. Who is it? -Alain.

Sorry. -No, you're right to be careful. -We've been waiting. What happened?

I've only just managed to see Dirk.

It's tonight. That's all he could find out, that it's going to happen tonight.

Here? -Must be. They'll come to you.

Yeah, in the restaurant. Yes, they wouldn't risk it after curfew.

Well, we're ready. -So am I.

You've got to speak to London tonight, on schedule, that comes first.

Not till 10 past 11. -Does Dirk know who they're sending?

No, but they won't chance a face we know. -So it could be anyone?

That's right, it could be anyone.

This is not, of course, proof.

Do enemies of the state, when they're willing

to countenance their assassination of the Fuhrer,

deserve the niceties of the law, Herr Reichscommissar?

Suspects have been hanged for less, I agree. -He will be arrested at once.

No. Remember what I told you.

The press has been encouraged to treat war heroes like film stars.

There can be no arrest without absolute proof.

After all the propaganda, the public would not understand.

Moreover, so far,

this man still enjoys the protection of Reichsmarschall Goering.

Proof.

Or, find another way.

One with no possible repercussions.

They may have lost their safe houses,

but we're still no nearer to the people who run Lifeline.

We're just nibbling away at the perimeter.

Well, we must discuss it.

I need to talk to you.

This evening?

If you'll excuse me, I plan to have an early night.

The Reichscommissar has instructed me

to consult with you on a matter of supreme urgency.

We can talk now if you like. I can give you the rest of the afternoon.

I'm not quite ready to do so. I prefer this evening.

Shall we dine together?

At the Candide, perhaps? I believe you like it there.

Alright? -Right.

Got your gun? -Yes.

Is that window secure? -Yes.

Can you cover all the tables from there? -Except one and two.

Right, I can do that.

One of us must cover you all the time.

Now let's consider the possibilities.

The first bottle of wine is on the house, sir.

We would like you to enjoy yourself this evening, sir. Thank you, sir.

One just come in. A man, on his own.

I have seen him before somewhere. -Where?

I'm not sure.

The one that's just come in. I seem to know his face.

Is he a policeman? -Yeah.

I can't think of his name. I've not seen him in this district before though.

Probably do you for buying on the black market.

Not on his own he won't. Shake us down maybe.

Or get one of these free meals coppers seem to expect these days.

Well, they must be crazy to try anything tonight

with Germans and a plainclothes man in here.

I don't know. One man might think twice.

I think several might have a go just the same.

Still there's no likely ones that I can see.

Would you like to order your meal, sir? -I think I'll just have a drink.

Good evening, sir. -Good evening.

We have something very special

tonight, sir and afterwards there will be entertainment,

a bottle of wine, a good meal.

You'd enjoy it, sir, I promise you.

Quite likely, but not the size of the bill.

It's all too expensive for me, I'm afraid.

You're a police officer if I'm not mistaken, sir.

We like to offer a special rate for a gentleman like yourself.

Please don't bother about the bill.

A very pleasant way to start an evening. Very generous of you,

Monsieur Foiret. Thank you.

Not at all, sir. Natalie show the gentleman to a table please. -Thank you.

It's alright so far. He is a policeman. I got him to stay.

Albert, what about the back?

Well, all the windows are locked.

They'd have to make a noise or take their time getting in.

It would be as well if one of us checked now and again just the same.

I'll go and see now.

I'll go. Oh, I'm so sorry gentlemen, but this table is reserved.

I don't see any reserved sign. -No, there isn't, but it is.

In that case, bad luck. We'll have a couple of bottles of wine to begin with.

We have a table free over there, sir if you wouldn't mind moving.

But we do mind. We like it here.

It's a much better table.

Fine, then give it to the people that

reserved this table and we'll all be happy.

But gentlemen, you would be much more comfortable over there.

Look, we're not going to sit next to any bloody Germans, and that's flat.

So, either bring the menu or the patron. I'll speak to him. It's up to you.

I'll get you the menu, sir. Shall I put your briefcase...

No, no. We need that.

Have you seen any of them before? -No.

Well they insist on that table. They won't budge.

Near the door. It's good for a quick getaway.

Good evening, sir.

What about the briefcases?

Oh, no need to worry. They're businessmen, or salesmen.

I'll go and see them. -No, you keep away. -Alright.

That was excellent. Thank you. How was yours? -Oh fine.

I'm alright, thank you.

Well, here's to a very pleasant evening Reinhardt and a happy outcome.

Indeed.

Yes, I had a special reason for inviting you tonight. -Yes?

I need your help Reinhardt. -Oh?

Concerning the recent attempt to assassinate our Fuhrer.

Not the first time is it? Been rather a lot of attempts.

You know of those attempts? -Doesn't everyone?

But this one nearly succeeded.

Had the briefcase containing the bomb not being moved by pure chance,

the Fuhrer would have received the full force of the explosion.

The Fates were certainly with him that day.

So it would seem.

And this time the traitors were not deranged fanatics,

or communists or agents of international Jewry.

They were trusted, respected members

of the German armed forces.

Some of very high rank.

Others distinguished war veterans like Count Von Stauffenberg.

He took the bomb into the Fuhrer's

headquarters and planted it. Do you know Von Stauffenberg?

Yes, I've met him. -Dead now of course, like many of the others.

But some are still alive. Such men are vermin.

They contaminate our country. They are an offense to all decent Germans.

Like vermin. They must be hunted down, trapped and killed.

This is where I need your help. -Me? -Yes.

You've fought in many theatres of war. Over England, South Africa, Russia.

Your exploits are Major, well known.

You rubbed shoulders

with many distinguished officers at one time or another.

I believe you knew Von Elmendorff for example? -Yes, a very civilized man.

I respected him.

It's known that he was deeply involved in planning a previous assassination.

And recruiting disaffected officers, for example, Major Brandt, your predecessor.

Had Von Elmendorff not died for that,

he would doubtless have become involved in the bomb plot.

One way seems as good as another.

Then there was Oberst Neidlinger, he was a friend?

We saw each other now and then. -When was the last occasion?

We dined together in Berlin. April, I think it was. -He's been executed.

Yes, I know.

He was suspended by the throat from a meat hook with piano wire.

He took a long time to die.

His execution was filmed. I've just seen a copy.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle. You.

How long are we going to have to put up with this?

We're trying to talk.

We came here for peace and quiet so we could continue our conversation.

We can't hear ourselves think with that noise going on.

You'll have plenty of time to talk later gentlemen.

Our clients expect entertainment, and we try to provide that in the evening.

Well, it's a damned nuisance. -Please wait, gentlemen.

Albert, they are making a lot of noise.

They are complaining about Monique singing.

It's a decoy.

Help yourself.

Look, I can't stay in here. I've got to go out. Cover me.

Another cognac perhaps? Thank you sir.

Good evening.

What brings you here, Inspector? Business or pleasure?

Business in a way, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.

An informant, perhaps? -Among other things, yes.

Well goodnight. -Goodnight.

I wonder why you received your present appointment?

They had to find a ground job for me.

I was severely wounded. I couldn't fly anymore.

Quite. Like Von Stauffenberg. He lost an arm. Was blinded in one eye.

Yes, I know that. He was an incredibly brave man.

An assassin who betrayed his Fuhrer's trust? Well?

A man who suffered greatly for his country.

I cannot understand what turns such men into traitors.

I fancy they become disillusioned. -With what?

In war, men must have something they believe is worth dying for.

What could be more glorious than to die for Germany?

I expect Stauffenberg and Neidlinger believed they were dying for Germany.

How could they possibly think that? The Fuhrer is Germany.

The Fuhrer is one man.

One man can represent a nation,

but he cannot embody millions of people in himself.

Half the civilized world believes the Fuhrer

and National Socialism to be not only wrong, but evil.

Is it so surprising if some Germans have come to share that view?

I find that not only surprising, I find it repellent. You do not?

You asked me to guess at the motives of such men as Stauffenberg.

Well, I must respect your opinion,

since you appear to be friends with so many of them.

But, we were talking about your job.

I should thought a man with your operational record would have

been more use on the planning staff at Luftwaffe headquarters.

After all, you have very little previous experience of intelligence work.

My being aircrew, I suppose they reason that

I might know the way that enemy aircrew think.

Of course. Admiral Canaris, he's also a friend of yours?

We are slightly acquainted, no more.

Would it surprise you to learn that Canaris is not above suspicion?

No. -Why not?

I'm sure I'm not as clever as the Fuhrer,

and he didn't suspect Count Von Stauffenberg.

If that's meant to be facetious, I find it in bad taste.

But what do you think is good taste?

Piano wire. Meat hooks.

Sitting in comfortable armchairs and watching a film of it afterwards?

Be careful Reinhardt. The executions were

filmed on the orders of the Fuhrer himself.

However, I'm sure you didn't mean to insult the Fuhrer.

You flying men, you have a strange sense of humour.

I used to find the same with Major Brandt,

before he killed himself.

It's nearly curfew. What are they gonna do?

Are they gonna wait until everybody else has gone?

Albert, they won't pay the bill. They want to see you. -Alright.

Ready?

I'm not paying it.

You've made a mistake,

or it's barefaced robbery.

I assure you, sir, there's no mistake. The bill is absolutely correct.

Fetch the patron. -I can't...

Let him explain it to me

face to face. Where is he? Hiding?

No sir, here I am. What can I do for you?

You can stop trying to pad your bills. That's what you can do.

Excuse me, sir, let me have a look. Thank you Monique.

No, this bill is perfectly correct, sir.

But we had the fixed price menu. -Yes, sir, but what about your bar bill?

You had quite a considerable amount to drink. -We haven't had that much.

I think you've had too much, so why don't you you pay the bill and go home.

Or what?

Or you will find yourself inside monsieur. Just shut up and pay your bill.

Do you always hide behind a cop?

Don't touch it!

Thank you, sir. -You're welcome.

A large cognac for this gentleman, with my compliments. Thank you. -Thank you.

I've got to go, Albert. The schedule. -Oh, yeah.

Obviously has to have been a false alarm. -Don't count on it.

Alright. Thank you Alain. Goodbye.

Thank you mademoiselle. -Thank you monsieur.

I understand you know Field Marshall Rommel?

I met General Rommel as he then was,

once, in North Africa and I've never seen him since.

But you became close friends with

one of his staff officers. Oberst Gerhardt.

In fact, aren't you godfather to his youngest son?

Are you planning to write my biography, Kessler?

Gerhardt is dead.

You see why I thought you might be able to help us.

Stauffenberg, Neidlinger, Gerhardt. You knew them all.

You must have heard something which could help us.

Since they are all dead, whatever I heard is irrelevant.

About those men, yes.

But there are others who are still alive.

There were plans to take over Berlin, Paris,and for all I know Brussels as well.

If so, I think you may know about them. -Huh!

You are personally acquainted with Generals Beck and Goerdeler.

You have connections with the Kreisau Circle.

We are not short of material evidence.

I am just a grounded pilot. What makes you think I know anything?

You appear to have a knack for making friends with people of that type.

Also, on the afternoon of the bombing, on July the 20th,

you attended a conference, at Abwehr headquarters in the Bendlerblock,

called at short notice by Colonel General Christiansen. -Yes.

The Wehrmacht and the Luftwaffe were represented,

You were present on behalf of Luftwaffe Intelligence,

but the SS and Gestapo were not invited. Why was that?

The subject under discussion did not concern them.

The subject being?

A review of the military situation on the ground and in the air.

The updating of contingency plans.

I wonder why such a military conference

did not include a representative from -- the Waffen SS?

Or did it? -I didn't call the conference, Kessler.

You mean it was a personal decision by Colonel General Christian?

No, I do not mean that.

The SS were not excluded as you put it. -So there were SS personnel in attendance?

Hauser? Bittrich?

Ah! So the SS are getting cold feet about

elements within their own ranks. Is that it?

The conference began at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. -Yes. -When did it finish?

Some officers left at 8 in the evening.

Yes, but the remainder stayed at the Bendlerblock all night,

and did not disperse until 9 the following morning.

That does not sound like a routine conference to me.

If you already have this information...

The Abwehr is constantly under surveillance.

We do not trust the Abwehr.

You do not trust the Abwehr, you don't trust the Wehrmacht, or the Luftwaffe.

Now it seems you don't even trust the SS. It must be very difficult for you.

I want to know exactly what was discussed that evening.

You know I can't tell you that.

Military information remains secret under all circumstances.

The procedure is to apply to whoever convened the meeting,

in this case, the Abwehr, and request sight of the filed report.

I find it difficult to believe that there will be one in this case.

I believe that those officers remained that night waiting for news.

And when it was learned that the Fuhrer was still alive.

That the entire treacherous plan had failed,

then, and only then, did those officers slip away, hoping to save their own skins.

You have a vivid imagination, Kessler. -Not in this case, I think.

I am convinced that there were SS representatives present at that meeting.

I want to know who they were. You are already implicated by being there.

Now if you cooperate, I will see that your name is removed.

Prove your loyalty to the Fatherland by naming names.

Kessler, I neither know who was involved in the bomb plot, nor do I care.

And if you expect me to inform

against other German officers, you're wasting your time.

I'll say this. Not one man at that meeting deserves your attention.

Now is there something else you wish to know or I may I go?

You are a clever man, Herr Major.

Certainly clever enough to know if there

were traitors present at that meeting.

And clever enough to know the conclusions which will

certainly be drawn if you decline to name them.

You draw whatever conclusions you like.

As far as I'm concerned, there were no traitors there.

In that case, there's nothing more to be said.

You wear the highest decoration your country can bestow.

I'm sure you would not wish to dishonor it in any way.

Many of your friends have died.

The end they met was neither pleasant nor honorable.

Not a fate one would wish for a man who has fought well for his country.

It's very late. I shall wish you good night, Herr Major.

Kessler!

You should be careful.

This could easily go off. Someone could get killed.

Having a man tortured is more your style. I think you're bluffing.

If I'm wrong, you can pull the trigger.

If anyone's been bluffing tonight, it certainly was not me.

Once I'm certain of a man's guilt,

he will die, sooner or later. You may be sure of that.

We all die sooner or later, even you, Kessler.

I just don't care all that much.

Safe journey home.

Perhaps Dirk got it wrong? -He's never got anything wrong before,

and anyway, the night isn't over yet.

Well, someone could have come in, seen our policeman and decided against it.

I'm beginning to peer into shadows. It's ridiculous.

Well it's nearly time to shut up. -Is there anyone left? -Just him.

Right. Could you check the windows upstairs?

Could you go in the kitchen please? I'll see to him.

Excuse me, sir, but it is after curfew.

The regulations. You must know that, sir. -Yes, I know. Thank you Monsieur Foiret.

Most kind. Most enjoyable.

I must apologize for the disturbance.

I know you get people like that, a few drinks and they want an argument.

But I'm very glad they didn't

spoil your evening, sir.

Goodnight and we'd be glad to see you anytime.

What the hell is going on?

You are under arrest. -Arrest! What for?

I expect I'll think of something, Monsieur Foiret.

Murder, perhaps. Yes.

In the mean time, possession of firearms will do.

Isn't Albert with you? -No.

Is he in there? -No. -He must have gone upstairs.

No, I've just been upstairs. I was checking his room as well. He's not there.

Well, he's not in the kitchen or the cellar. I've just been there.

He wouldn't have gone outside on his own, surely?

Oh my God, they've got him.

I have listened to the recording of your conversation.

It didn't work, Kessler.

There is no further action which can be taken.

I suggest you apologize to him. You must have a working relationship.

But Reichskommissar...

You failed to prove his guilt, or to persuade him to remove himself.

Then you must learn to work with him, Kessler.

Anyone without a Knights Cross who talks as he does...

But he does have a Knight's Cross, Kessler.

Awarded him by the Fuhrer himself.

The photographs are all over Germany, which no doubt

explains why he is one of Goering's pets.

Tell me, Kessler,

were there really SS officers involved in the plot?

Oh yes. But we do in fact know who they are. They have been dealt with.

Very well, Herr Reichskommissar.

I shall do as you request, despite my own personal feelings.

But Major Reinhardt is guilty. I know it.

One day I shall see that he pays the penalty.

That day has not arrived, Kessler.

I can wait, Herr Reichskommissar.