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Breathe calmly.

In …

And out.

In.

And out.

Like this …

And now …

Focus on the pendulum.

Don’t try to organise your thoughts. Just let them go.

And breathe in calmly …

… and out.

I will guide you.

Step by step.

Step by step, right down to

the root of your suffering.

Debout! – To the source of the pain.

Debout!

Now gather all your strength and

direct it towards the stone in your hand.

Your hand obeys your will.

Your will can crush the stone.

Your hand obeys

your will alone.

And when you now open your hand, you

will see that your hand is as still as mine.

Breathe in calmly …

… and out.

And when I say ‘now’, let go.

Now.

How can I thank you, Doctor?

How far had you got in your

studies as a junior doctor?

Emergency exams in the second year of the war.

Then the Western Front.

Why don’t you lend me a hand here in the field hospital?

Until you’ve recovered and I have to let you go.

I could do with someone like you.

Comrades, it is my duty to

inform you that today our

Emperor Wilhelm has abdicated.

He has left the country with his family.

The Social Democrat Scheidemann has proclaimed the republic in Berlin.

After four years of bloodshed, the war is over.

What will become of us?

Germany has capitulated.

That’s not true!

That’s a lie!

It’s all lies!

Quiet.

You traitors!

You Jewish scum! - Come with me.

It’s all lies!

You liars! - Sit down.

You traitors!

You Jewish... scum!

Miserable rabble.

You’ll crawl in the dirt, you filthy worms...

Is there any way to help him?

He won’t survive much longer here, that troublemaker.

His eyes are perfectly intact.

But he really can’t see anything?

The man doesn’t want to see anything.

We call it hysterical blindness.

The cause is not organic in nature. - A malingerer.

A sick man.

Sick, but not blind.

Hey! Private?

Medical officer, Professor.

Come over here.

Over here.

Why are you still awake?

I can’t sleep, Professor. It’s been weeks now.

Nerves, eh? A bit frayed?

Please, Surgeon,

help me. I want to be able to sleep again.

Go into the antechamber and wait for me there.

Thank you, Professor.

When …? - Let him wait.

A good subject, but full of stubbornness.

We shall make him wait.

- All night? - Yes. He must want it.

He must yearn for it with

every fibre of his body and soul.

Let him hope all night long that we will come.

He isn’t quite ready yet, but tomorrow morning we shall set him free.

There is a god within every human being.

That is the will.

That is the energy.

The flame.

Can you see the flame?

I want to, but …

Yes.

Yes. - You must see.

Anything is possible for you.

Even more!

More.

More!

Good, that’s good!

Stand up.

What do you see now?

White? Paper? I …

I see white …

You see.

Thank goodness, there you are.

You’re the only one who can corroborate my information.

Down there at the bar is Editor-in-Chief Heymann.

Let’s go and speak to him. - No.

You can’t trust him anymore.

You’re wanted by the police.

Anno, what’s going on here?

There he is, up there.

We’ve got to get out of here straight away.

Come on. Let’s go round the top.

Anno, what’s going on here?

Gereon, what he knows is more explosive than any bomb.

Come on.

Over there.

In Germany, no one will publish your story anymore.

‘Later’ isn’t good enough now that the police are after you.

You must go abroad, immediately.

The express train to Paris is leaving shortly.

You must catch it.

I’ll get in touch with Dr Ernst Weiß.

He’s familiar with your story.

He has all the necessary contacts in the press.

How do you envisage this working?

The police are looking for me.

I won’t be able to make it onto the train, let alone get to France.

I’ll go with you.

Why should I trust a police officer?

He’s my brother.

Ask for Dr Weiß in this pub.

It’s the Germans’ regular haunt in the 5th arrondissement.

Tell him everything. I can vouch for it at any time.

Put these on.

As a disguise.

And?

They’ve searched everywhere.

He must have arrested him.

The doctor?

Then he must have taken him to the castle, surely?

Presumably, yes.

A marvellous sight.

The outstretched arms, the cries of ‘Heil’.

The men in steel helmets are also raising their hands in salute.

Just like the SA.

It is a unity that finds its full expression here.

Make some room there. - Move over.

The train’s packed; step back. - We have to get on this train.

My husband’s been picked up.

Wait!

I’m sorry. The train is absolutely packed, there’s nothing we can do.

Conductor!

We’ve got an official transfer abroad.

Our colleague has to come along too. But unfortunately, not on his own.

Immediately, Detective.

Inspector, thank you.

If you would please follow me. Colleague!

Good evening, apologies for the disturbance.

The window seats are taken.

We’ve made a special reservation.

An official journey is a case of force majeure. - That’s outrageous.

I must ask you.

A window seat isn’t necessary.

Yes, Inspector, you’ll get him. I must ask you to stand up.

This is an important prisoner transport.

But we’re staying on the train. - Of course, Monsieur.

I’m sorry, Madame. Have a good journey.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

May I?

Don’t worry.

The man is… under control.

- Mhm. - Stay back.

We’ve got to get through here! We’ve got to get to that train!

Out of the way, that’s an order!

Where’s this train going?

To Paris, but you’ll be too late.

Where does it stop? On the way, where does it stop?

Only in Cologne and then not again until the border.

Come with me.

How do you know my brother?

I treated him.

At the end of the war.

He went on to do his PhD under my supervision. He was on the cusp of a brilliant career.

Then he…

Yes, these days you’d have to say he ‘disappeared’.

Until he suddenly

resurfaced after just under a decade.

With his new identity as Dr Schmidt.

What did he want?

My support. Your brother saw a lot of this coming.

I didn’t, I didn’t want to see it.

What are you going to tell this gentleman in Paris?

What’s it about?

A medical record.

Is it about a politician?

I’m sorry.

I’m risking a great deal for your sake. No, not for my sake.

You’re doing it for your brother, aren’t you?

There’s a secret there too.

I let my brother down at the front.

It was only by a miracle that he survived.

Does that haunt you?

To this day.

I’m a psychiatrist, so …

I’m certainly familiar with war trauma.

Was Hitler your patient?

Yes, I met the current Reich

Chancellor back then in Pasewalk, as his doctor.

He was still just a private at the time.

And?

The psychiatric examinations revealed …

well, let’s just say they were of a compromising nature.

And above all, and far worse for him, they blatantly

contradict the narrative he has built up about himself.

What were you doing at the Press Ball?

Meeting a journalist.

To give him the file?

The file has disappeared, for

years, without a trace, but if you like …

I am the file.

Gereon?

Routine check, your ID.

Routine check, your ID.

Routine check, ID.

Good evening, everyone. Excuse me, your ID, please.

We’re not at the border yet, are we?

Routine check – your ID!

Kracauer.

Are you Jewish?

What’s that got to do with anything? - Yes or no?

Who are you, anyway? - Please, Eleanor.

If I have to show my ID, so should he.

Please excuse my wife. And yes, I am Jewish.

My wife has taken my surname.

Herbert, you must… - Be quiet!

We’re off to visit my sister in Paris.

We’ll be back next week.

Hmm. You Jews have relatives all over the world, don’t you?

What’s this all about?

Who are you?

Prussian police.

But we’re in Thuringia here. That’s obvious.

As far as I know, there’s no border between Prussia and Thuringia.

Or have I missed something?

Smart alec, aren’t you?

Show me your papers, or I’ll report you.

Thanks.

I don’t have any papers with me. We won’t get to France like this.

Then we’ll get off at Cologne.

I can get you some papers there.

Step back!

Rose Monday.

We’ve timed it just right.

Or maybe not.

Another exit. Come on.

What now?

Out the back. I’ll be right behind you.

- Erwin. - Our suitcase!

Conducteur! Conducteur!

Our suitcase! A thief!

Right, come on.

Cops! This way!

Come on. - There they are up ahead. Stop right there!

I said stop!

Terminus, gentlemen!

Put it down. Is that your suitcase?

What’s in there?

I haven’t the faintest idea. Your hands, gentlemen.

Name?

Rath.

Any other details?

Gereon.

Date of birth?

5 March 1899 in Cologne.

Can you show me some identification?

I’m afraid not.

I’d ask you to ring the Chief Constable.

Engelbert Rath, my father.

You won’t tell me what information you have?

I’m not allowed to.

You’re bound by medical confidentiality.

I’m only allowed to share it with colleagues.

In that case, I can’t get you any papers.

Even knowing my son won’t help you there.

I’d hoped you’d use your

contacts with the Lord Mayor.

I can’t drag the Lord Mayor into

something when I don’t know the background to it.

Then I’ll have to do it.

Do what you can’t help but do.

Perhaps I’ll have to remind him of that unsavoury business.

What business?

The one that made you send me to Berlin back then.

The Lord Mayor of Cologne is being blackmailed.

Dr Adenauer.

It’s a rather unsavoury business. It’s to be sorted out before the election.

Yes, I’m listening.

Good afternoon. Detective Inspector

Ritter, Division A, Berlin Police Headquarters.

It’s about your son, Inspector Gereon Rath.

He was last seen on 30 January at

around 9 pm during a police

operation, in the company of a murder suspect.

Since then, there’s been no trace of him.

What is your enquiry, Miss?

Have you heard anything from him?

No.

Not for years.

Thank you.

A Miss Ritter from Berlin.

She seems to be missing you.

Our departure from Berlin was…

Well, a bit of a surprise.

You won’t get through to the Lord Mayor dressed like that.

Not today, on Rose Monday. Ms Hülsenbeck!

Put me through to Berlin 1347.

Get a move on, you lot. Otherwise you’ll miss the whole thing.

Thanks.

There you go, that’s good for you.

No way.

If you want to go to France, you’ll need papers.

But not dressed like that.

I’m not wearing that.

If you want to meet the Mayor,

you’ll have to put something like that on.

No one’s answering in Berlin.

Thanks, I’ll try again later.

Luckily, Mrs Hülsenbeck managed to sort all that out so quickly.

Come here, let me give you a kiss.

Right, and now let’s have another drink, shall we?

Right then, here’s to you!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the city rises to the thunder of the drums.

The squares are aglow and

laughter hangs in the air like a promise.

From the Alter Markt to the Heumarkt,

joy surges through the streets.

Music surges forth, footsteps become rhythm,

movement becomes ecstasy.

This is no mere moment, this is an event.

Come on.

Where to? We’ll take a shortcut.

It’s Carnival, it’s Cologne, and now the party begins!

Right, off you go.

Kölle!

Kölle!

We’re losing sight of our destination, Commissioner.

There it is. There’s the Brauhaus.

Here, there sits the mayor.

Don’t be shy.

Saint Gereon.

You make me happy, lad. Mr Mayor.

Father. Kölle Alaaf.

Here’s the thing... Dad’s already let me in on the secret.

You can come to Paris with me tomorrow, yes, at 8 o’clock, sharp.

I’m flying by aeroplane, and I have to be back by the evening.

Thank you very much, Dr Adenauer.

If Dad says it has to be done, then it has to be done, doesn’t it?

It’ll all work out, lad. Cheers!

Cheers!

We’re flying to Paris.

What? Yes.

Tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock.

Yes, we’re in Cologne. Everything’s falling into place here.

Yes, switchboard?

SA barracks in Ehrenfeld, quick.

And now, please join me in welcoming the new Reich Chancellor,

here today in the distinguished company of Mr Otto Regensburger.

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

Don’t get too excited just yet –

Mr Hitler and I … – Regensburger!

Don’t you dare lump me in with you.

Yes, but … - We’re the very opposite of mean.

Yes, you’re absolutely right, Mr Chancellor.

I’ve been trying to do that for a long time now, not to be mean, that is.

I mean, not to be mean to you. - Ah.

He’s always acting as if he doesn’t know me.

I don’t know you at all either.

Let me go!

Yes.

That’s going to be difficult, Mr Chancellor.

That’s an order!

Marvellous!

Ladies and gentlemen, I did

tell you not to rejoice too soon.

What do you mean by: ‘Don’t rejoice’?

People are rejoicing, aren’t they! Thousands of laughs!

- Just for me! - No, the last

one was meant for me! - What?

You’re a Jew!

A circumcised man.

You are absolutely right, Mr Chancellor.

As for me, however …

Yes, and as for you? - Yes, as for me …

Thank you very much.

The Chancellor is going to treat

us to a reading from his book today.

Yes, a polemic …

- *Mein Kampf*! - Get out of here!

Quiet, please! Quiet, please, ladies and gentlemen!

This is a guest who is so enthusiastic that he …

Get him out of here, yes!

Alaaf!

So …

Dr Foster, we must be off. The SA are back there. Let’s get out of here.

…summoned to Paris.

In eight hours, the Schnüsse Tring will be in session.

Well, what do the French know about the good life anyway?

Make sure you’re back home in time for the election,

to prevent the narcissistic rabble.

Am I right, Gereon?

Gereon, am I right?

Luckily, you’ve survived the massacre, my boy.

Monsieur Fiquet, I’m delighted to see you.

The weather isn’t great today, but that’s just how it is in Cologne, isn’t it?

Unfortunately, we don’t have much time.

Urgent official business awaits me in Cologne.

I must be back by this evening.

With the French, one must expect them to be weak-willed.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Eduard von Kittlitz, German Embassy in Paris.

As for your

entourage, Mr Mayor, I’m afraid …

I have instructions from Berlin, Your Excellency. Here.

From the Reich Ministry of the Interior.

Reich Minister Göring, with all due respect. I must ask you to follow me.

Just a moment, Mr Kittlitz, just a moment, please.

I must first have a look at what you’ve given me there.

Very well. I’ll be taking these gentlemen with me; they are part of my delegation.

No, no. – Monsieur Fiquet.

Would you be so kind as to check your papers now?

I’d be very grateful. Kittlitz, I have the honour.

Commissioner, Professor, please come with me.

You’ll take the red car.

I don’t understand your language.

Merci.

Paris is Berlin.

Pardon.

Dr Weiß?

Are you Dr Weiß? - To whom do I have the honour?

Edmund Forster. Pleased to meet you.

Who is that? - Commissioner Rath.

He guided me here, for which I’m very grateful.

I won’t speak to a police officer,

let alone one from Germany.

No.

Dr Weiß,

Inspector Rath took quite a risk

to bring me here to you.

So, we can trust him.

Rath, did you say?

I believe you knew my brother, Anno Rath.

He studied under Dr Forster in Berlin.

Anno Rath is your brother?

Yes, he sent us to you.

Anno Rath is dead.

It’s complicated.

Yes.

Thank you. - Would you like something to drink?

Very, very much so. I’d love to.

Mademoiselle.

When did you last see my brother?

In August ’24, during that fateful lecture,

when your brother presented his doctoral thesis.

... which illustrates the impact

our research can have on politics.

The Munich Public Prosecutor’s Office is

currently considering whether Adolf Hitler,

who has been in custody since his coup last

year, may be released early from his high-security prison.

For this reason, the investigating Senior Public Prosecutor,

Dr Martin Dresse, has approached our faculty

and asked for an expert opinion.

Private Hitler, photographed here

shortly after his admission to the

Pasewalk Reserve Hospital in October 1918.

According to his own account, he was

blinded by a British mustard gas grenade.

The psychiatrist treating him, Dr Edmund

Forster, however, identified Hitler at the

hospital as a hysteric who, through

autosuggestion, had fantasised his way into an imagined blindness.

In his medical report …

Hence your scars.

Yes.

I’ve always seen this as a

reminder of my former hospital comrade.

The scars remind me of him.

Every day, for many years now.

After that attack, you changed your name.

Yes.

He’s supposed to believe that I’ve died.

Who would have thought that the medical history

Would the story of an insignificant Austrian

private really be of such crucial importance?

My brother said you have close ties with

influential French daily newspapers.

Quite so.

The press is just waiting for a story like that.

Yes. The world must find out as soon as

possible who it is dealing with in Germany.

That is correct.

But whether that will stop our fellow countrymen from voting for the man,

I dare say I doubt it.

The brutality with which attempts are being

made to keep this information secret is

evidence of great concern on the part of the NSDAP.

Very well. Then we should get down to work straight away.

From now on, he is under my protection.

I see.

Come on, there’s a back exit.

Gereon, thank you, and ...

Take care of yourselves.

Good luck.

See you again. This way.

Why didn't Gereon ever tell me about you?

Because the knowledge of my existence is dangerous.

For everyone.

Bravo.

Just chasing the wind

Bravo!

Good evening, Inspector Rath.