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Previously on "Babylon Berlin".

Dr. Forster?

Department A, Ritter speaking.

Who is this?

I want to report something anonymously.

-What exactly is this about? -Murder.

I have information of extraordinarily explosive power.

-Explosive for, against, about? -The new Reich Chancellor.

Here you go. Half past two, at Opernplatz.

-About time. -I'm sorry.

How would I know where you've been all day long?

-You won't believe this. -What?

-That's him. -Who?

The doctor from today, from the building. Do you have your badge on you?

-Give me a head start. -Will do.

And?

I looked everywhere. He must have arrested him.

-I'm sorry. -Whom are you looking for?

Gereon Rath.

-I have to pick something up. -What do you want to pick up?

Nothing. Excuse me.

Finally.

We can start now.

No, we're taking the back entrance.

Come on!

Let them get to know us.

Let's burn out those red nests.

This way.

What's the matter, Strelow?

Hey!

Seen nothing, heard nothing.

That's strange.

Odd.

Uncharacteristic.

Fine, it looks like we have to make do without Inspector Rath.

Please sum up our findings for the case of Dr. Forster, Miss Charlotte.

Are these the documents which were secured at Dr. Forster's?

Yes.

Go ahead.

Yesterday at 12:15 p.m., Precinct 5 called.

Before that, an anonymous caller allegedly saw Dr. Forster

leave the crime scene in a hurry.

The officers followed up on this and reported a death at 201 Kurfürstendamm.

At this address, Dr. Edmund Forster runs a practice for psychiatry and neurology.

Forster's receptionist, Miss Sibylle Nachtwey,

was lying dead in the private part of the office.

Use of physical force resulting in death.

Here's a page missing. January 30th.

Odd.

The day of the murder.

Pass this around, please.

The matter seems pretty clear-cut.

A young thing, barely clothed, in bed.

The doctor leaves the scene in panic. Come on.

Yes, but we didn't find any evidence linking Dr. Forster to the crime scene.

Inspector Rath and I went to the press ball.

Why?

Privately.

-We were there privately. -And Dr. Forster was also there?

Yes. Mr. Gräf and I saw him briefly.

Judging by his mug shot, it was undoubtedly him.

But one second later, he was gone again.

As was Inspector Rath.

Hey presto.

We looked everywhere.

And today, too.

-Inside and outside. -Up and down.

-No trace of Rath. -Nor of Forster.

He didn't show up all night.

Alright.

As long as we don't hear from Rath, please remain in charge of the investigation

of the Forster-Nachtwey case.

The police are watching Forster's residence,

and his wife was summoned to the practice.

Fine. And you two will go through the calendar in detail.

Appointments, phone calls and so on.

The missing page of the day of the murder seems to be key.

An appointment with the murderer. Seems to be the key, in fact.

Yes, it really seems that way.

Seems the sun is shining.

You look and see if you can find anything useful.

-Sure. -Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Is that it?

No.

No? Go ahead, please.

In the early hours, the bodies of an SA man and a policeman

were found on Cheruskerstrasse.

I know that. However, we pass cases like this on to the political police.

At first glance, this seems to be a political case.

However, an initial analysis of the ID is now available.

The SA man, Paul Strelow, was killed with a knife.

Our colleague, Officer Hoffmann, however, was strangled.

We can assume there were at least two perpetrators.

And since there is great outrage over his death here at HQ,

I think we should investigate this case.

Yes, you have a point.

Arrange the transfer from political, Mr. Böhm.

It's already done.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Let's get to work.

I need to pick something up.

-May I? -Yes.

BROADCASTING HOUSE

What do you want?

I'm to report here.

-Why? -Starting work here. At the archive.

Why didn't you say so?

Name?

Doris.

And?

Przybyszewski.

What's your name?

Przybyszewski. I'll spell it for you.

Papa-Romeo-Zulu-Yankee-Bravo-Yankee-Sierra Zulu-Echo-Whiskey-Sierra-Kilo-India?

Yes.

Wasn't sure.

Przybylski.

Przybylski.

Przybylski? Papa-Romeo-Zulu-Yankee-Bravo Yankee-Lima-Sierra-Kilo-India?

The way you say it. Come, Miss Przybyszewski.

This is where we record the Reichstag speeches.

We call it taping.

We have a direct link with the microphone in the plenary hall

to which we have exclusive access.

We document and archive all speeches around the clock.

Each record holds three minutes and 30 seconds.

At three minutes, 25 seconds,

now... the second record player must be activated.

All clear so far?

The first record is part one, the second part two, and so on.

This is your workplace, Miss Przybyszewski.

Doris.

And this is how you archive the speeches.

You mark the date and time on the record.

This constitutes the archive number.

Then you put the record into the storage folder

and put the folder... into the right place.

Here, you also put the time of day.

And you put the card into the file.

Got it.

Well, then.

Good luck.

I thank you, Mr. Przybylski.

Harry...

Why are the Hitlerians so sure that they'll win the elections?

They could be saying now that we are in power, we won't give it up again.

But not with the current seat distribution.

God knows they don't have a majority.

And even less with the population.

Let's hope so, my goodness. I think there's a surprise coming.

Gustav says congratulations, Mr. Editor-in-Chief.

Thank you, Franzi.

Oh, Katelbach, please. What is this?

-I really don't feel like celebrating. -We don't either.

But who knows how many more times we get the chance

to enjoy the only genuine Austrian Sacher torte at Gustl's?

That's at least four slices per person.

Not at least. Exactly four slices per person.

These are the original 12 even-sized slices.

Stop!

What's the matter?

If all the left-leaning parties approached each other

as emergency allies, if you will,

what percentage do they have together?

What, the communists and the social democrats? That won't happen.

They hate each other.

I know that, but the majorities might be enough.

So, at the last election in November, what percentage did the NSDAP gain?

33.1 percent.

So, the Browns got a good third of the cake.

That's four slices.

How much for the SPD?

20.4.

That's more than two, let's say three slices.

And how much for the KPD?

16.9.

That's two more slices.

Altogether, that makes...

37.3.

Or five slices.

More than the Nazis.

Yes, Katelbach, but these two parties, or cake slices, won't talk to each other.

Then we have to change this.

Why do you think I put these slices together?

We need to make sure that the SPD and KPD come together.

A united front of the left?

-If that's what you want to call it. -Impossible.

Yes, but it's worth a try. Listen.

You'll talk to the communists.

And you to the social democrats.

No, I have a newspaper to do every day, over and over.

Not a chance.

You do it, Katelbach.

But in order to create the necessary pressure, I suggest, like I said,

a joint call of the intellectual elite of this country.

Here you go.

Don't you want any?

Not the Nazi plate.

Well, not bad, but...

But?

Maybe it needs some refining.

That's why we're here.

My husband keeps having long phases of nerves and insomnia.

But I've never seen him like this.

There's a private area back there.

He slept there when work called for it.

The young woman we found in the bed, Sibylle Nachtwey...

Yes?

Did you know her?

Sibylle was the daughter of my oldest girlfriend.

She only wore a nightie.

Why did she sleep here?

She lost her apartment in early December.

She was due to move in February.

We found a nice place in Friedenau.

And you had no misgivings about your husband and Sibylle Nachtwey

-spending some nights together? -Listen.

This was an attack on my husband, not on poor Sibylle.

What makes you say that?

We need to pool all powers

who are united in their rejection of fascism.

The next opportunity to do that is March 5th.

-No, it's the last opportunity. -Very well. And now the addendum.

-We make an appeal to all... -An urgent appeal.

-An urgent... -The urgent appeal

to help the SPD join forces with the KPD for this election.

-Full stop. -No, exclamation mark.

-Strong. -Very strong.

This needs to go on all advertising columns in the city.

I should think so.

Whom do we want to sign this?

The more high-profile, the better.

All this has to do with his time at the field hospital.

He was afraid of this time, afraid of his past.

But he wasn't allowed to talk about his experiences.

And neither am I.

The field hospital where your husband...

Pasewalk, west of Stettin.

But you won't find anything there.

Then where?

My husband marked the lines in question.

MY STRUGGLE A RECKONING BY ADOLF HITLER

And lastly, Zweig.

Stefan or Arnold?

-Arnold. -Stefan.

Arnold.

Fine. I'll make sure the gentlemen agree to do it.

-The check, please. -No, no.

-Please! -No.

Mr. Heymann, you're not paying for your own birthday cake.

Alright, I'll take care of it.

Give the check to Litten.

What?

Aren't they fast?

We had better take the back door.

I'm not going to cowardly sneak out the back door.

If you want to make sure that our appeal sees the light of day, follow us.

Appeal to the German People.

More than 14 years have passed since that fateful day

when, blinded by promises from within and without,

the German people sacrificed the greatest treasures of our past, the Reich,

its honor, its freedom, and in doing so lost everything.

Ever since those days of treason,

the Almighty has withdrawn His blessings from our people.

With the deepest sorrow, millions of the finest German men and women

from all walks of life watch as the unity of the nation slips away

and dissolves into a tangle of politically self-serving opinions...

the image of a heart-rending brokenness.

We didn't get the equality and fraternity promised to us,

but we lost our freedom.

In accordance with the General Field Marshal's orders, let us begin.

May God Almighty accept our work into His grace,

guide our will, bless our insight,

and grant us the trust of our people.

Well, people of Germany, give us four years,

and then judge and condemn us!

For we don't want to fight for ourselves, but for Germany!

ID card, watch, take off your jewelry.

SA BARRACKS BERLIN-TEMPELHOF

Pockets empty?

ID card. Take off jewelry, watch.

Pockets empty?

Whatever you are doing...

it's completely illegal.

And you will be held responsible for this.

-Will I? -Oh, yes.

Check him.

Urgent appeal, I see.

Off to solitary confinement.

No.

BOARDINGHOUSE FOR MEN, ALEXANDRINENSTRASSE

Intolerable!

-Hello? -Quiet.

-Quiet. -Where is the night guard?

Seriously. What's going on?

One second.

Sir, please excuse the early disruption.

I need to speak with you before the others arrive.

First of all, good morning.

Good morning.

Has Inspector Rath come back?

Not yet.

It's about something else.

-I'd like to make myself presentable. -Of course.

And it wouldn't hurt to have a bite to eat

to get my thought processes moving.

Have you had breakfast, Miss Charlotte, or has your generation done away with that?

No, of course I have.

Fine, please run over to Dobrin and get me something. They know what I like.

-Very well. -When you come back,

I might have something on my neck which could be classed as a face again.

-I'll take care of coffee. -Yes.

Good morning. Early bird?

And the...

-Your...? -No.

Inspector Rath hasn't come back.

And you? At this early hour?

Pathology. At least you still get an appointment at this hour.

Yes. The new guy is peculiar, they say.

Excuse me, have you heard from Mr. Heymann?

You haven't, either?

Okay, thanks anyway. Goodbye.

Not even at home?

Apparently not. And neither at his mistress's.

When did you part ways yesterday?

Around 4 p.m. After Mutzbauer.

Heymann went to the right. Litten and I went the other way.

-I'll call Dr. Litten. -That's a good idea.

Alright, fire away.

Around the end of the war, Dr. Forster had a pretty well-known patient.

A celebrity, you could say. Well, a big celebrity.

Who?

Whoa!

May I?

Go ahead.

Hitler was admitted to the field hospital in Pasewalk in October 1918.

Allegedly, he had been blinded in a gas attack.

In his book,

he calls his time in the field hospital a dark interlude.

He describes his recovery from blindness as a feat of his own steel-like will,

enabling him to live for a new purpose

during this darkest hour of the German Reich.

The last sentence reads, "But I decided to become a politician."

Yes, I'm aware. This story is in all the newspapers.

Hitler doesn't mention Dr. Forster at all.

Does that surprise you?

No, because...

do you know what Dr. Forster's specialty was at the field hospital?

No, jog my memory.

In Pasewalk, Dr. Forster ran the department

for war tremblers and shaking neurotics.

Is this documented?

All war hospital documents are at Karlshorst's central army archives.

Presumably, including those of Adolf Hitler.

But in order to look at them, I need an official letter from you.

The political context is perfectly obvious.

So this is a case for the political police.

Sir, the disappearance of Inspector Rath

is most likely connected to that of Dr. Forster.

Once Councilor Wendt gets the case, I don't believe in an unbiased solution.

You don't have to convince me of that.

Try your luck.

Thank you.

And now let's hear what the new guy has to say.

Alright, let's get straight to the nitty-gritty.

The political situation demands immediate action.

In line with our new government's vision,

I will implement these new policy approaches without hesitation.

The system of democratic aberration is behind us.

Here too!

Here too.

I will do everything in my power

to ensure that peace and order prevail in this city.

To that end, starting today,

we will be deploying 5,000 new national personnel.

And with these men,

we will be a shining example to the population, to our capital of the Reich!

Fear no one...

but God.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

And now the implementation.

The new personnel will...

-Where is Gräf? -No idea.

And equipped.

INSTITUTE FOR SEXUAL SCIENCES

-Mr. Gräf. -Good morning.

-Do you have an appointment? -No, but I have a question.

Please.

I didn't receive Dr. Forster's report.

He is currently nowhere to be found.

Dr. Forster has disappeared, yes, we are aware of that.

Could you ask Dr. Hirschfeld if without the report...

well, if we could do it without the report?

If the situation doesn't change rapidly, Dr. Hirschfeld won't return to Berlin.

And all this?

We would all have to join him in Zurich.

Excuse me, the missing persons department?

-This way. -Thank you.

Next!

Next!

Excuse me, are you all reporting a missing person?

Yes.

Karlshorst Archives, Grundmann speaking.

This is Inspector Ritter, department... police headquarters.

-Are you calling about a patient file? -Correct.

-From us? -I have just told your colleague all that.

-One moment, please hold. -Yes, I'll hold.

Sturmführer Döbrich, assigned to assist the Homicide Division.

Who is the highest ranking officer?

The Detective Superintendent is busy.

Hey, wait a minute.

Heil Hitler, Sturmführer Döbrich reporting for duty.

Would you like a piece of cake?

No, thank you.

Take a seat, Mr. Döbrich.

I prefer to stand, Inspector.

Detective Superintendent.

How can I help?

Yes, I thought so. Very well, thank you.

-Miss, do you hear me? -Yes.

It is no longer possible to view patient records at our facility. Goodbye.

It's not that bad.

If it doesn't work now, it'll work some other time. Right?

Fred.

-Here comes a really sassy couple. -Nothing will happen to you.

IDs, please.

The artists.

Alright.

Well, we're looking forward to that.

Gräf, Reinhold.

-Born on October 1st, '99. -One second, please.

Here.

You should know this document.

Yes, we know it.

Transvestite license from Hirschfeld.

It's a certificate permitting her to wear a dress.

Born in Domersleben, Anhalt.

Your address?

-Torfstrasse 9. -In Wedding?

And he's a communist, too?

Being a faggot is not enough, apparently.

Legally speaking, you have no grounds to take action against me.

I'm not offending public decency. I'm allowed to wear a dress.

You're still allowed.

Still.

Right, go and be queer now, friends of Dorothy.

There you are!

-The police is outside the door. -Still?

I'm afraid so.

Sorry, but there is a small problem.

What?

Mary.

-No. -A cold?

-Worse. -Dead?

Less bad.

Hightailed it to Paris. Just now.

We urgently need a replacement, right now!

Do you know of someone?

Might do.

Let me make a phone call.

-Hello? -This is Fred.

-When will you look for another place? -Why?

You and your flashy dudes. You're ruining everything.

Calm down, Fred.

As you can see, I still like coming here.

Do you really think Hitler'll let you get away with this?

-He's eating out of the palm of my hand. -Right.

Yes. Because I do his dirty work.

No hard feelings,

let's party tonight.

-Miss? -Mrs.

I beg your pardon. Compliments.

You look stunning. What would you like to drink?

This.

I found a replacement for Mary.

Reinhold, let's go to the back.

-The air is suddenly turning brown. -Brown air?

Hold on, what is this?

Stressing the divisive rather than what we have in common?

Where is your sense of humor? Jacoby.

Your new chancellor is spoiling the fun for me.

Come on, sit down for a minute.

We're only trying to sort out the mess.

So we'll make our mistakes.

-Yes, but life goes on, doesn't it? -Does it, now?

Look at it this way.

Have I let you ruin my mood for the past 15 years

while you and your social-democratic rabble pursued your deceitful policies?

You didn't even notice that you had long lost the workers and the poor.

Did I complain? Oh, no, those Sozis are so mean,

they and their yellow press hacks, the country ruled by Jews,

drawing-room communists and traitors to the Fatherland.

Did you ever hear that from me? Never!

I came here, to the Mikado-Bar.

And I partied with you, with all of Berlin's gay rabble.

-Charlotte. -Fred.

What's the matter?

We have a small emergency and need your help.

Reinhold will explain backstage. Come.

-I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. -Just dance.

-Do you know the song? -This is not my first time.

Well, then, off you go. I'll announce you.

Ladies and gentlemen, dear night folk,

please welcome, for the first time on a Berlin stage, Carlo Cavaliere!

This is his first time.

So...

bear with us.

What do you want?

Is it culture when every man is taboo

Who is smart and fine

But filled with blood of a peculiar kind

That the very category

Banned by law

Is the one that in spirit Is akin to pleasure and play

And of the same sort?

And yet most are proud

That they are cut From a different cloth...

We are, after all

Different from the rest

Who only love

In conformance with moral standards

First with curiosity

Wandering through a thousand wonders

But for those there's only the mundane

But we do not know what that feels like

For we are all children of other worlds

We only love the purple night Which is sultry

Because we are, after all Different from the rest

Edgar.

What's up?

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges