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Previously on Babylon Berlin...

I need to see the interrogation
minutes of Overbeck, Greta.

The Benda murder case.

All Benda files have been
under lock and key since last week.

-By whose decree?
-Councilor Wendt.

You're turning into a master spy.

Samuel Katelbach, editor.

Isn't he an acquaintance of yours?

Three murders in one week.

Betty Winter, Felix Krempin,
and Tilly Brooks.

You and Rath are now both dealing
with those three cases

which are apparently linked.

We have a reputation to lose, gentlemen.

-Did you know the gaffer?
-No.

But we had some common interests.

Fraterna Saturnii.

It's an infamous organization.

You are invited on 24 September...

Password: Osiris.
Tristan Rot is much obliged.

You drive.

Miss Ritter established contact
with Fraternia Saturnii.

How did she do that?

Apparently, they're looking for dancers.

-For the ritual. She knows some.
-I can imagine where from.

At any rate, we need to shadow her
inconspicuously.

No way. To deliver ourselves to an
amateur in such an investigation? Never.

When I see Rot, I'll arrest him.

You will not.

We need to be undercover.

Listen, Rath. You turn up out of the blue
from Cologne

and are plonked in front of me.
You get my position.

But there is no planned job title for you
nor any need.

I don't know
who holds his hand over you up there

and I don't know who else
you're in cahoots with in this city.

-But I know that I don't trust you.
-We're a good match, then.

You don't trust me, and I you even less.

TRISTAN ROT'S VILLA
BERLIN-DAHLEM

I'll arrest the guy as soon as I see him.

-And read about it in the press tomorrow?
-No.

The whole thing
must be absolutely discreet.

Good evening.

I'm not sure this place is right.
It looks dark.

The address is correct.

Here.

You know what is expected of us?

I do.
Everything has been explained to me.

Well, then...

Osiris.

Evening.

Evening.

The lady.

Follow me.

Hermes tris megistos.
Hermes tris megistos...

How would we recognize
which one is Tristan Rot?

Open the gates.

Open yourself. Open yourself!

Obey.

Hermes tris megistos.

Yes.

Hermes tris megistos.

We call the astral body of Betty Winter.

Show yourself,

Betty Winter.

Use the gate.

Of Juliana.

Get ready.

You wipe all material things off yourself.

The pain...

the lie... the lust,

the anguish.

And you become Betty Winter.

Tristan, now.

The connection.

Your tongue, quickly.

Show her your love.

She needs you now.

Help her.

I lead you through the ungraspable.

The enigma of the end.

Only in the experience of death...

you are reunited...

and recognize each other.

Drink the curare.

In one gulp.

What is this?

The bridge!

A shadow!

Help me. Help me!

My lover, I'm burning!

I'm burning!

I'm ablaze!

That's enough. We end this.

Don't interrupt now.

My lover!

The tongue.

CID.

Tristan Rot?

You're under arrest.

Anno!

Anno is dead.

Anno died on the Flemish battlefields.

I'm Dr. Schmidt.

And I was never here.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-I'm supposed to meet a journalist...
-Swimmer or nonswimmer?

-Pardon?
-Who are you looking for?

Samuel Katelbach.

Nonswimmer.
Right in front, the gentleman.

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Katelbach.

So, what do you want?

Can we talk sensibly
or are you still incapable of that?

If you can finally explain
why in the Zörgiebel case

you claimed one thing in court
and told me another thing,

we may get back
to communicative business.

In court, I took my institution's side.

-That was it.
-You know what? Screw you.

-What would you like?
-Rollmops. And two eggs in a glass.

-Something else for you, Mr. Katelbach?
-No, thank you.

And a coffee. Black.

-Make it a double.
-Yes, sir.

Drink is for man, guzzling for the hound,
for some 'tis the other way around.

But like my Aunt Jolesch used to say,

a man more handsome
than an ape is a luxury.

I found your name on a list. Here.

Where did you get this from?

It was among the papers
of the political police.

What's this? Why does the political police
have my name on a list?

Do any of these names
ring a bell for you?

Must be a list of the good ones.

-What makes you say that?
-Because of him.

Hans Litten.

-The lawyer.
-Litten is one of the good ones.

And I'm right before him on the list.
That's just great.

Maybe some stuff got mixed up
in the archive. I don't know.

But you should exercise caution.

At the newspaper,

-but also in your private life.
-Caution.

Listen, my dear detective.

I have a finished manuscript in my drawer

in which I prove that Lufthansa
secretly works with the military.

It's all happening in some hangar
at the airfield in Staaken.

All completely illegal, of course.

And I'm wondering right now...

if you just showed me this list
to draw me out of my shell.

Why wouldn't you walk out of here
and spill everything to Wendt

and his comrades
at the Reichswehr ministry?

Because that's of no use to me.

So selfless?

Have you been here before?

No.

I've heard it's a meeting point
of your friends.

Artists, journalists...

Just because we work in the same field
doesn't mean we're friends.

Believe me,
there are a few backstabbers in here.

Particularly in the front.

The nonswimmers, yeah?

I see you've been studying
your Baedecker.

-Don't move until I tell you. Understood?
-Yes.

At the table behind you...

Thomas Mann is sitting.

-What?
-Don't turn around. Don't.

What's he doing here?

He belongs
in the back with the swimmers.

Ah, his brother Heinrich is here,
and his wife Nelly.

Who's that? No way, La Dietrich?

Don't!

-Who's coming in now? Einstein?
-Albert Einstein?

Oh, well, they just left through the door.
You missed them.

You scoundrel.

Yes, that's how it is here.
Sharks and toy fish.

You get spat out before you even notice
you'd been swallowed.

Here, it's not as civilized as in the back
where the successful ones sit.

They all pull each other over the barrel.
And they all know it, too. But here...

Here, you can't trust anyone.

Thank you, Gereon...

for warning me.

And for getting the bill.

He's paying.

Hot chick!

Charlotte, you're a hot one!

Summer is coming.

-Morning.
-Morning.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, DS Böhm.

-I heard you were at the path...
-Where's your nice tunic, Miss Ritter?

What are today's tasks?

Type up these interrogations.
Court format.

The state attorney
asked for urgent delivery.

I'm training as a criminal assistant.
This is a job for a stenotypist.

Why don't you get yourself one, then?

I'm sure you know the best ones.

Very well, sir.

-Oh, and Miss Ritter?
-Yes?

Actually, I do have something
for you personally.

Come back at six p.m.
and turn off the lights at the day's end.

And you go downstairs and get Herbert
Plumpe to the interrogation room.

-Who's Plumpe?
-The actor.

Tristan Rot. Real name Herbert Plumpe.
That's common knowledge.

-Hey, Lotte.
-Hey.

-Where are you going?
-To the archive.

To type up some interrogations.

-For whom?
-Böhm. He's got it in for me.

-Sounds familiar.
-Miss Ritter, I'm looking for you.

Can you take it? I'll be right there.

I need addresses and
telephone numbers for these names.

Anything you get from the resident
register and the telephone exchange.

What is it?

I'm not sure yet.

-But it's urgent.
-I'll be quick.

You seem to have gotten over
our joint outing into gangland.

Unlike you.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-The same shirt for days,

you reek of booze
and not even time for a quick bath.

My family is out of town.

In Cologne, for a few days.

I see.

Maybe we could have lunch together?

You definitely look
like you need something strong.

-One p.m. at Aschinger?
-OK.

-Boss.
-Ah, Henning. And?

Nothing. There is no Helga Rath
registered in the hotels in town.

Thank you.

And with these, you can also listen in.

They came up with it.

Put this in here.

And then... it's like the radio.

We will see about that.

I don't understand why you want
to detain my client any longer.

Mr. Rot tried to make contact
with his deceased wife.

Whose murderer is still at large
while you molest him.

You suspected your dead wife
in the yard of the film studio, right?

-No. I...
-Mr. Rot is an occultist.

-I'm aware of that.
-He conducted a ritual

in order to make contact
with the deceased.

We know that. But we're more interested
in the question about the yard.

In order to establish contact with
the dead, you need to do certain things.

I'm listening.

Candles must be placed in all places
which the deceased was familiar with.

With their picture.

After three days,
you can try to make contact.

And the yard...

I saw her.

-She was standing opposite me.
-Why do you have a key to the yard?

It's outside Betty's dressing room.

I was hoping to meet her there.

There was a candle in the yard.
And a photograph of the actress.

Meaning?

That the story he's telling us
is probably true.

What else do we have on him?

Not much at the moment.
We'll have to let him go.

No. I'll keep questioning him.

And then you let him go.

If I have to.

All right, Mr. Plumpe.
Let's start from the top.

Thanks for lending us your rooms.

I help where I can.

I have to search you.
The others insisted on it.

Someone is trying
to undermine our joint foundation.

Let me stress that: our joint.

We are competitors, yes.

But we are also allies.

We have created a system
we all profit from.

Real estate.

Stimulants.

Gambling.

Gastronomy.

Women.

Entertainment.

But only we are under fire.

Only us.

The question is,

who profits from this?

Who benefits from our downfall?

Which one of you
wants a piece of our cake?

Which one of you?

My gang and I, we cover the north.

Everyone here wants your slice
in the center, what else?

It's the best part.

Top-notch sky-blue silk.
Everyone thinks that.

But we wouldn't off your girls for that.

If we really want to redivide everything,
we'll off you and your copartner,

but no chicks.

You make dough for us,
we make ash for you.

That's how it was,
and that's how it should remain.

And I'm telling you,

I'm telling you all,

If you don't help us find this Judas,

we will all go down together.

You with us.

When Judas Iscariot
betrayed our Lord Jesus Christ,

why did he do it, what do you think?

You're asking the wrong guy.

Because?

I'm no theologian.

The one who proclaims his loyalty
the loudest is the traitor, the Judas.

And they will share
the fate of the historic Judas.

He will be hanged.

He'll put himself to death.

Judas Iscariot recognizes the mortality
of his Lord on the cross

and suddenly he knows he's damned.

That his name
is damned forever and ever.

He knows he must die

and puts himself to death.

-Did you notify reception?
-Yes.

-Oh.
-I'm sorry.

-Hello.
-You're already here.

I wasn't eavesdropping.

-Won't you come in?
-Thank you.

Sugar?

Yes, two.

Thank you.

Are you closer
to resolving your insecure situation?

I think I have already taken
an irreversible step.

A step to where?

Away. Away from all that was.

But I am also wondering
why I am doing all this.

-What?
-Accept your help.

Meet with you.

This.

We're just having a light lunch.

Chatting.

Why do I risk losing everything?

You want to get to know the unknown.

The unknown in you.

You've always known it was there,

but you've always pushed back

into that dark chamber

where you store
all which that you can't comprehend

and which you are afraid of.

I look into your eyes and...

I see astonishment.

Everything seems alien.

Almost...

every moment of the day like...

Like the life of another person.

But you yourself are that person.

We rarely have moments
when we feel the strength

to climb up to a new level,

to choose something different
from that where everything is going,

seemingly without our own doing.

We happened to meet in such a moment.

That's why we are here.

Pictures, pictures. That's great.

Detective,
is Tristan Rot confirmed as a suspect?

Detective,
is Tristan Rot confirmed as a suspect?

Is he the perpetrator?

Are you the Phantom of Babelsberg,
Mr. Rot?

Litten, Katelbach, Pechtmann.

And you don't have a telephone number
for Mr. Pechtmann?

No, I don't. I only have his workplace.

-Workplace will do, thanks.
-Hoppegarten Racecourse.

-The racecourse in Hoppegarten.
-Do you need the address?

No, I know where it is. Goodbye.

-Operator, which number?
-Miss? I need some information.

I'm looking for a locksmith
in Friedrichshain.

-And the name?
-Kessler. Kessler, Horst.

Do you have an entry?

I have a Horst Kessler
on Grünbergerstrasse.

-Where?
-Gaststätte zur Frieda.

Gaststätte zur Frieda.
Thank you, goodbye.

Or check the other bag.

Please check if there's...

You know?

What are you doing here?

Come with me, Erna.

-Come with me.
-Talk to Ali, then.

Ali, be nice, please, OK?

Horst, you, too, yeah?

There you go.

You can have madame
until tomorrow morning.

Careful, Erna.

Oh, Horst.

You're cute.

Do you want to eat something?
I have some bread.

I'm yours. I'll eat something
if you want me to.

I'll fry an egg for us.

We'll have it with bread.

I've thought of something.

I've been meaning to suggest it.

By now I know people,

and they are influential.

And if they talk to that bastard Ali

and if I offer him something
for what he calls an investment,

he'll have to leave you alone, Erna.

Yes.

Because I'll make him an offer
he has to accept.

That way, we'll manage to set you free.

So you can be with me.

Do you still want to be with me, Erna?

No one thinks she'd be capable of it.

She looks so innocent.

Pardon?

I meant the girl.

An assassination like that.

What will she get?

Life.

She confessed.

Repentant and confessed
means life in such cases.

In the name of the people,
the following verdict is issued.

The defendant Greta Overbeck,
housemaid,

date of birth 14-6-1907,

is sentenced to death

for the murder of Councilor August Benda

and his daughter Margot.

The court sees it as a given

that the murder was planned and committed
in a malevolent and insidious way.

An appeal is allowed.

The defendant accepts the verdict

and expressly perempts an appeal.

The court is closed.

Who can pardon someone on death row?

The president of the Reich.

Only him?

And do you know someone
who knows him?

The president of the Reich?

No.

Well, Zörgiebel, of course.

And Wendt.

He was Hindenburg's aide.

But we have to do something.

Go see Hans Litten.

-Who is he?
-The lawyer.

He runs Red Aid.
You can try your luck there.

The verdict is harsh.

But she did plant the bomb.

-She never denied it.
-But Greta was used.

She's no murderer.

Yes, she is.

Why do you claim your wife
is in Cologne?

I beg your pardon?

I saw her.

Here in Berlin.

Haus Rheingold in Nürnbergerstrasse.

I'm sure.

Thanks for the list.

No, we don't have an entry
of the name "Rath" last week.

I'm sorry.

Schwarzbach. Look for Schwarzbach.
Helga Rath, née Schwarzbach.

-May I?
-No.

This goes against our house rules.

Don't waste my time.

Helga?

THANK YOU FOR THE LIGHT
YOU SHINE INTO OUR SOULS. A.

Senior.

Junior.

Where's your mother?

Gone.

Who sent her the flowers?

Who is "A"?

I don't know.

Answer me!

That's enough, thank you.

It's goulash. It's been simmering
since yesterday.

Don't take it personally,

but my metabolism
isn't at the height of its powers.

You don't drink, you hardly eat.

Your work doesn't seem
to be good for you anymore.

Please, Mrs. Elisabeth, don't trample
on a heavily injured man.

And you won't tell me anything anymore.

Believe me, it's for your own protection.

In this case, joint knowledge is almost
more catastrophic than knowledge.

If it ever gets to be on a knife's edge,

they'll believe I'm privy
to your wheeling and dealing anyway.

Wheeling and dealing?
What do you mean?

Don't you start.

Besides, no one will think
you're privy to it. Why should they?

Then I'd be the natural keeper
of your secrets.

Why do you want to keep my secrets
so urgently?

I read your last articles.

You never told me.

I can just about imagine
who has you in their sights.

I think it's right of you
to denounce that.

I'm glad to hear it.

Mrs. Elisabeth, I never thought you...

would be interested in the illegal
rearming of the German military.

You should have asked me.

How about seconds?

Yes, yes. I'd love some.

Thank you.

Would you have time?

For what?

You wanted to find out
about some secrets.

Right now?

In my room.

I must say, Mrs. Elisabeth, your goulash
is the beginning of my resurrection.

As a man and as a reporter.

Reporter will do.

What was your last sentence?

"If only she'd stuck with silent films."

"If only she'd stuck with silent films."

Witness Vera Lohmann.

Balthasar is grieving for his Elsa.

When she refuses to go back to him...

MODERN LIFE
MAN MACHINE

She refuses to go back to him, so he
wants to replace her with a machine.

A human machine.

I'm your new cellmate.

Subtitle translation by Stephanie Geiges