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Previously on "Babylon Berlin".

No trace of Rath.

He didn't show up all night.

Odd.

Uncharacteristic.

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

I have information of extraordinarily explosive power.

Explosive for, against, about?

-The new Reich Chancellor. -What makes you say that?

My husband marked the lines in question.

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

Whoa!

In Pasewalk, Dr. Forster

ran the department for war tremblers and shaking neurotics.

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 disappearance of Inspector Rath is most likely connected to

-that of Dr. Forster. -Try your luck.

We make an...

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

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

PASEWALK RESERVE FIELD HOSPITAL

OCTOBER 22, 1918

Krajewski, Franz, corporal.

Buried alive at Somme on October 8th, admitted on the 16th.

What was your civil position before the war?

Policeman, sir.

Let's work toward getting you back there.

Aye, aye, sir.

Rath, Anno, assistant physician, buried alive on the western front.

-A doctor, right? -Yes, sir.

With whom did you study?

Professor Schmidt.

Which Schmidt?

Professor Ferdinand August Schmidt, University of Bonn, sir.

Sports Schmidt.

Yes. You won't become a surgeon now.

-Suggestive Therapy. -Monday, six o'clock.

Whom do we have here?

Hitler, Adolf, lance corporal, acid burn of the eyes in a gas attack.

Acid burn of the eyes with us?

The ophthalmologist only saw a light acid burn.

Let's have a look.

-Acid burn of the eyes? -Yes, sir.

-Mustard gas. -You're a fake.

Base wallah.

They really got you, lance corporal.

Thank you, Professor.

And here?

Kasabian, Edgar. Sergeant. Doesn't talk anymore.

A mutist.

Rohrschach test?

And...

Wosniak, Karl, soldier, scrap metal impact, left temple, insomnia.

Concilium. Tomorrow morning first thing with the colleagues.

Yes, Doctor.

Strelow, Paul, bomb disposal expert,

shrapnel wound and somatoform pain disorder.

Have you seen Wosniak?

Who?

Karl Wosniak.

He's asleep, there.

Karl?

Wosniak, old scoundrel. Get up, there is soup.

Have you been drinking? That's banned here.

Mind your own business.

Who are you, anyway?

I have never seen you before.

I am Marinus van der Lubbe.

If you need booze, I can provide it. I provide anything.

You can get genever, first-rate.

-Not blends like those. -Leave me alone.

Want to try?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

ARMY ARCHIVES

I have no idea what makes you think

I am authorized to hand over patient files to you.

I have an official letter granting me access to files for police reasons.

No, miss, only doctors have access to these patient files

and only for justified exceptions.

The investigation of a murder case is a justified exception.

That may be.

But it must be ordered by a court of law.

I undoubtedly know the law better than you.

Moreover, the Reich Chancellor's patient file is a politically sensitive document.

I doubt that you'll find a judge who will legitimize your search.

But you can confirm the existence of a file, can't you?

Not me personally.

But there is a register, of course.

And would you look it up for me?

Be so kind?

Please?

Well, here it is.

The patient file of Lance Corporal Adolf Hitler.

If I am correct, this file has 21 pages

and has only been taken out three times, yes?

By golly.

I worked in the archive too, during my basic training.

So we're almost colleagues.

Do you mind if I see who has taken out the file?

Not at all. Here.

Thank you.

Friedrich Wilhelms University Berlin.

Doctoral thesis.

The same guy twice?

Signature illegible, and after that...

Odd.

-Excuse me? -Look at this.

The DA's office, Munich.

Taken out on November 20th, '24.

Truly incredible.

District Attorney M. Dresse.

Well, he's got a nerve.

They never returned the file.

District Attorney Dresse. In cold print. Nine years.

This card is evidence. I have to confiscate it.

I'll give you a receipt and promise we'll look into the matter.

So will we. Such sloppiness needs to be pointed out.

Yes, sir.

You are listening to a broadcast of the funeral service at Berlin Cathedral

honoring the late SA man Paul Strelow.

Hundreds of thousands of Berlin citizens line the city streets.

The funeral procession is now moving towards the Invalids' Cemetery.

High-ranking government members take part in the state funeral.

Listen, do you really want to listen to all of this, Mrs. Elisabeth?

I will listen to it until I can believe it.

And so far, that's not yet the case.

But if you keep this up with the radio device,

I will have to propose a vote of confidence.

Either the radio set or me.

-Has Mr. Heymann reappeared? -No.

Be careful.

They have it in for you.

Alright, I have to go to the Reichstag.

-A young German worker. -Your servant.

-Good luck. -Upright...

of his comrades and the leader of his entourage...

Good morning, gentlemen.

Chief of Police, sir.

I've just been to the state ceremony

for SA man Strelow and policeman Hoffmann.

Here and here.

You see the importance the leadership of the party attaches to the Strelow case.

The case is in my department. The leadership of the party can rely on us.

Completely.

That's good.

Minister Göring entrusted me with this. Here you are.

What exactly is this?

A list of enemies of the national revival who must be immediately interned.

Some 10,000 in Berlin alone.

That's too many, even for our capacities.

Arrest the first hundred

and pick a plausible number of suspects for the Strelow murder case.

The leadership demands an example.

We will set an example. Gentlemen.

Councilor, the Strelow case is no longer with us.

Excuse me?

It was returned to Homicide.

Both strangled...

The same coil.

Mr. Krajewski, please follow me.

-Come on in. -Thank you.

Please.

I summoned you because you found the homeless guy, correct?

Yes, one of my former comrades.

Was he?

Wosniak, Karl, yes?

Yes. A soldier of the 34th.

Corps of the Bavarian Cavalry. We were at the front line together.

So.

Wosniak is not the only one.

First, Lieutenant Huber disappears in Augsburg.

And now here in the capital, Strelow.

Buried with a state funeral.

Strelow, right?

Paul Strelow?

-How do you know all these people? -We are veterans.

War invalids. Shared times.

Hey!

-What's your name? -Krajewski, Franz.

I don't want to be next.

Protect me!

Please.

Excuse the interruption.

Councilor Wendt and Detective Superintendent Gennat wish to see you.

Right now?

Immediately, yes.

Wait here.

There's no question about it,

the case must be handled by the appropriate department.

But it is. By us.

It is two murders at one crime scene

with two different murder weapons and most likely two different perpetrators.

And right this moment we have a witness over there who is testifying

that the Strelow case may be a serial killing.

But the initial motive is political. Thus, the responsibility is indisputable.

You want to milk this case for your own interests.

Would you please repeat that, Chief Inspector?

You heard me.

You let your subordinates treat you like that?

Your case, Councilor.

-Sir, I beg you, I'm in the middle of... -Thank you, Böhm.

You heard me. Hand all documents over to the councilor.

Thank you, sir.

We will see about that.

Where is your key witness?

Where is the man who was sitting here just now?

There you go. Now you have everything.

Thank you.

Unbelievable.

Ridiculous.

Your name?

Scharführer Kummer, Mr...?

Senior Criminal Investigator Sebald, political police.

At your command, sir?

Have you ever arrested someone?

No, sir.

It's about time.

What's the matter with Böhm?

The Political are interfering.

Reinhold, I have something here.

Would you help me look for a doctoral thesis?

The signature is hard to decipher.

Look, yes.

Read, no.

You're a darling.

FEBRUARY 2ND, 1933

Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down.

Mr. Speaker, please.

Please exercise your authority. Call your caucus to order.

You are bringing disgrace upon this noble house. Please calm down!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Today, the new government officials

tried to shamelessly exploit a murder for political gain.

We will stand up against such underhanded tactics with the voice of the people

and their will, and we will gather together.

Tomorrow at noon between Cathedral and Palace.

And there will be more of us.

A lot more.

And we will show the world

that the majority of all Berliners, yes, the majority of all Germans...

Mr. Chairman, you are abusing the parliament for pure agitation.

There is no room for this in this noble house.

These words out of your mouth, Mr. Speaker,

with all due respect, are sardonic satire.

-And that the majority of all Germans... -Excuse me.

Is not behind this chancellor...

-How's it going? -What can I do?

Wels is talking the whole time, or whatever you call the clamor down there.

-Have you heard from Heymann? -Nothing.

Yesterday, they arrested dozens more. No one knows where they take them.

Those are facts, not agitation.

They need to be publicly clarified.

MP Wels, tone it down! Or I'll revoke your permission to speak.

Tomorrow at noon we'll see who really speaks with the voice of the people.

-It's exasperating. -There.

Oh, MP Thälmann.

Nice of you to find the time.

I know Wels. You can really talk to that guy.

The communists seem to be the bigger task.

You could be right about that.

Mr. Speaker!

On behalf of the social democrats,

I move for the exclusion of the National Socialist caucus.

And that of the communists as well.

Their conduct is unworthy of this house!

Denied!

By order of the director, switch channel. I take over. Look for something musical.

-Excuse me? -Luigi Bernauer.

Dear listeners, ladies and gentlemen at the receiving units.

Unpredictability is a side effect of our new medium.

We therefore ask for your understanding regarding any occasional disruptions.

Here is a lunchtime greeting from our orchestra to all Berliners.

Luigi Bernauer.

I want a sausage Covered in mustard

I need something warm Being cold is so hard

I'm happy to forego a loving kiss

I want a wiener, I want a sausage

I want a sausage covered in mustard

I need something warm Being cold is so hard

I'm happy to forego a loving kiss

I want a sausage, I want a sausage

-Enjoy your meal. -Enjoy your meal.

And?

What does Forster's schedule say?

We're currently checking every institute the doctor was associated with.

Here, Reinhold!

-And? -All negative.

Do you know how many medical doctoral theses there were in 1923/24?

-No. -A tremendous amount.

So far, we don't have a match with the signature on the file card.

-But they serve tater tots today. -Excuse me?

-Fritters. -He means hash browns.

Oh, potato patties.

-Delicious. With apple puree. -Have you seen?

They're serving pancakes. You won't believe where I just was.

The world is colorful. Very colorful.

I was at the Institute for Sex Education.

-Hirschfeld's? -That's a weird bunch, I can tell you.

And that Dr. Forster, he's known there.

What can I get you?

-The... -Today's special from the top, please.

-For everyone? -Yes.

-Four potato pancakes coming up. -Great.

What did Hirschfeld have to do with Forster?

He wrote reports for Dr. Hirschfeld.

-What kind of reports? -Psychological or psychiatric ones.

Mostly before transitions.

I see. Transitions?

Transformation or something.

When there is something wrong with someone, in their head, I suppose.

Can you be more specific?

That Dr. Forster, he was writing stuff about his patients.

Must be a legal requirement.

So he was an expert for the institute?

Yes, that's right. An expert. Ah, there's the food.

Thank you.

Are you not hungry?

Reinhold, what...?

Professor Forster wrote re...

reports for people...

who want to change their sex.

What?

How do you know?

My name was in Forster's appointment book.

I had an appointment with him.

I saw him and called the police.

And I tore the page out of his appointment book.

There, I've said it.

But... why?

Professor Forster was to write a report for me.

-You want to... -I want to...

become a woman.

Yes.

And this is possible?

It's... it's not without danger, but it's possible.

I myself know two women who've been living like this for a while.

But why?

Charlotte, you don't do that for fun.

Or so that the dress fits better.

I want this so I can keep on living.

Well, now you know.

Feel free to report me to the Buddha.

It's all ruined, anyway.

Forster is gone.

Hirschfeld is in Switzerland.

Reinhold.

Nothing is ruined. Nothing at all.

Least of all for us.

And that stupid page, I think...

it may just never turn up again.

Yes.

Exactly.

And... we'll even keep searching for it.

-Why, of course. -For sure.

-With a lot of zest. -With as much as possible.

You know, if someone knocks us down...

Gereon's father is the chief of police of Cologne.

-Why don't you try him? -How about those two?

Whatever you say, sir.

-What? -Where are you going?

Why is that your business?

It is indeed my business.

These two men are about to make some significant arrests.

For legal reasons, the organs of auxiliary police are still obliged

to take regular officers to an arrest.

You are those officers.

-He's not our superior. -But Councilor Wendt is.

So, off we go, like we said.

Or do you want me to report you for refusal to work?

Move it!

Go on.

Oh, here, number 32.

Mandel, physician. Up two floors, on the left.

You wait here, we'll get the guy out. Get it?

Get it?

Van, here, stop!

URGENT APPEAL!

THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL PERSONAL AND POLITICAL FREEDOM

BUILDING A UNITED WORKERS' FRONT

A UNION OF SPD AND KPD FOR THIS ELECTION

Name?

Brock.

You are suspected of having been involved in the murder of SA man Paul Strelow

on the night of January 30-31.

What, you too?

You two are stooping to do this shit too?

You're prostituting yourselves for this? You are police officers!

It's in the constitution. You swore an oath on it.

-Get in there now! -Get in!

Cologne exchange, which number?

Inspector Ritter, Department A, Police Headquarters, Berlin.

Please put me through to the Chief of Police Engelberth Rath.

Is this an official call?

Yes, of course it's an official call.

Yes, what's the matter? Put her through.

-Yes, hello, this is Inspector Ritter. -I'm listening.

It's about your son, Inspector Gereon Rath.

He was last seen on January 30th around 9 p.m. during a police operation,

accompanied by a murder suspect. After that, there's no trace of him.

What is your question, miss?

Have you heard from him?

No.

Not in years.

Goodbye.

A Miss Ritter from Berlin.

She seems to be missing you.

Miss Ritter, for you.

For you.

Thank you.

Dear colleague, District Attorney Dresse

seems to be the director of Munich District Court now.

They didn't want to tell me about the whereabouts of the file in question.

Maybe you'll have more luck.

Munich District Court.

Police HQ Berlin, Department A, Inspector Ritter speaking.

I'd like to speak with Director Dresse.

Director Dresse no longer holds this office.

Doesn't he?

Yes, a week ago, he asked for permission to retire early.

And his wish was granted with immediate effect.

Just a week ago?

We were all a little surprised, miss.

Could you maybe give me his address?

No, you'd have to request that in writing.

I understand. I'll do that.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Yes? -Miss Ritter?

-Böhm speaking. -Mr. Böhm?

It may surprise you, but I need to meet you.

On official business.

-Where? -By the colonnades.

Right now.

Mr. Böhm?

Why are we meeting here?

I had to make sure our conversation remains confidential.

You may have noticed that the political police reclaimed my case.

I heard, yes.

I may be old-fashioned, but I won't stand

for the party political cover-up actions of Wendt and his men.

And what do you want from me?

There is a link between our two cases.

What would that be?

The girl in the doctor's office, Sibylle Nachtwey,

and Officer Hoffmann were both strangled with a wire.

The wire had the same coil, the photographs prove it.

If there is a link between Nachtwey and the policeman,

there is probably also one between your Dr. Forster and SA man Strelow.

This morning, there was a witness in my office

who believes that there is a connection with another death.

We are ahead of them.

The political police doesn't know about these links. Yet.

I trust you to tell me everything you know about Forster.

Anything with relevance to my case.

You want us to collaborate?

If I had my way, you would be working in the hygiene department in Anklam.

Or you'd be in charge of maintaining the green spaces of Stettin.

But in fact, chance has swept you

to Ernst Gennat in the homicide division in Alexanderplatz, Berlin.

And that you, even though I had hoped to be rid of you forever...

How do I know I can trust you?

I have told you what I know.

If they find out I keep investigating, I'm dead.

That's why I need your help.

Alright.

I'll check Strelow's duty stations.

I'll get a car and check his surroundings.

GERMAN COMMUNIST PARTY HEAD OFFICE

Comrade!

Is this the KPD's headquarters?

-The district center, yes. -I need to see the leader.

-Who is that? -Völker, she's inside.

Please take me to her now.

What is that?

I was a bricklayer. I got some slaked lime in my eye.

Comrades, I've come all the way from Holland

to relay an important message to you.

We need to stop talking. We need to act.

Actions are our hope.

Capitalism can't be fought in the shadow of fascism.

Comrade, who sent you?

I'm a messenger of the KP Leiden.

South Holland. I sent myself and...

my message is that together, we need to take a stand.

The enemy wants to rule in Berlin.

Let's attack the fat cats.

Let's destroy the parliaments. Let's burn them down.

Excuse me, we have work to do.

But I'm not yet... I'm not...

-Come with me. I said, come with me! -Let go of me.

Let go of me.

Let me go.

-Let go of me! -I said, come with me!

You will talk, talk, talk, and then it's too late!

Action!

Action!

That's what we need to do!

Your thoughts are good, Comrade.

But they don't understand them.

Come with me.

Where to?

I know a few people who are looking for someone like you.

Go on!

Mrs. Strelow?

Hello, I'm Gerlinde Sturm.

The NSDAP's care for the bereaved.

-Do you have a minute? -No.

Your party has his death on your conscience.

And now you want to make a hero out of him with your state fuss.

If that's the case, I can have a straight talk with you.

The Nazis, they can bite me.

I'm here because my fiancé is gone.

The last person who asked after him was your son.

I haven't seen my son in years.

This is him, engagement pictures.

His name is Gereon. Gereon Rath.

You are Gereon's fiancée?

You know him?

Why, certainly.

He was here just the other day.

Picked something up for my son.

When was that?

When the noisy troublemaker became chancellor.

I remember that day.

But I don't know what he picked up.

But I do. Dynamite.

In a cognac box.

Why didn't you tell me that you knew that anyway?

Well, then, take good care of your Gereon.

Don't want nothing to happen to him, too.

My son was a bomb disposal expert.

What does Gereon have to do with this?

What, I thought you were in the know?

No, not about that.

And what is this for?

I don't know.

And now get out!

Hello, Mrs. Strelow.

Come.

Mr. Heymann didn't leave a message by any chance?

No, not with me.

So, how did your two party leaders react?

With Ernst Thälmann, it took forever until they let me see him.

I hadn't even outlined my idea yet when he interrupted me.

Please listen. Only a united left can defeat national socialism.

You're a born traitor. I said no.

Deaf ears. No can do.

What about you?

Similar thing.

-It's not about... -Thälmann just wants to show me up.

I reached out to him, and what came back? Nothing.

-But, Mr. Wels. -Oh, stop it.

The hurt runs so deep, the two top dogs don't trust each other.

And their parties even less.

No one understands the gravity of the situation.

Delicious. Mrs. Elisabeth, your soup is the ultimate comfort food.

Really delicious.

So, if I understand you correctly,

a coalition of the two leftist parties

is the last chance to avoid Hitler's election victory.

-Correct. -Yes.

But the chairmen of both parties insist on their viewpoints of the past

without recognizing that they need to bite the bullet.

-Correct. -Yes.

Well, then, you need to speak with other people in the parties.

-Like who? -Like who?

With the women.

What?

Be honest now. Mrs. Behnke.

-Women? -Women, yes.

Who else would be able to see the future clearly through the shadows of the past?

Or was it your fault that they rejected you so brusquely?

-What? -Not at all, that's not...

So, who could be such a woman?

Who would be equally respected by communists and social democrats?

You mean the dream figure of a united left?

You mean a social democratic communist? Or a communist social democrat?

Like Tussy Marx. Karl's daughter.

Not bad. "Red Nobility," a good start. But unfortunately, Tussy is dead.

Yes, but someone like her. Young, but not too young.

With a certain intellectual eroticism.

-Yes, aloof but still accessible. -Moderate, but still radical.

-Yes, yes. -I suggest a Luxemburg in the flesh.

-Clara Luxemburg. -I don't know her.

-Does she exist? -No. But she could.

The long-lost sister.

The youngest of five Luxemburg children.

-Yes. -Oh, my God. The baby of the family.

Straight from beautiful Zamość.

Clara. She can do it. No one else.

So, Clara Luxemburg.

I went to a dance marathon once.

Just before the end, I keeled over. I want to do it again next year. Are you in?

-Anyone can dance. -Not with two left feet.

Show me.

No can do with me.

It'll be fine. I can do it.

If you... say so.

I say so.

If not, we'll just go to the movies?

What are you...?

What kind of guy are you?

What do you mean?

I need to know before going to the movies.

It's usually just the start of something, right?

What can I say?

Ex-communist who tries to be a reasonably good man in bad times.

-That's a good start. -The ex-communist?

The reasonably good man.

-Keep going. -No, now you.

I'm a socialist too.

-Yeah? -National Socialist.

Don't worry. We both want the same thing.

I don't think so.

Yes, that the little people get their say again.

Go on, what do you want to know?

You can dance.

Politically, you're fickle.

On the whole, very friendly.

And also very pretty.

-Those are not questions. -You are right.

I can't think of any questions.

And to what do I owe the honor?

Your ole inspector?

Has he still not come back?

Did he, once again, not tell the truth and nothing but the whole untruth?

Indeed.

Thank you.

You're falling for the dicks. The good ones fall for the dicks. Always.

That's what nature wants.

-What do you know about nature? -More than you, my friend.

I'm telling you, one day you'll think,

Jacky, he would have been the one.

Yes, but by then?

Then it's too late.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's good to see you.

Reinhold!

I had hoped you were here.

You know me well.

Jacky?

I wanted to say thank you again.

Dance?

Sure thing.

"Rosa Luxemburg was aware of her Polish-Jewish origins,

but didn't want to be reduced to them."

Reduced...

"Her fight was full of passion, politically as well as privately."

A modern and loving woman who bravely risked failure.

"Her political beliefs were always the measure of her actions."

Are you still awake?

Sorry, did I wake you?

No.

I can't sleep, anyway.

After all that's happened in the past few days, I feel gloomy.

Maybe we should just pull up stakes and go to Vienna.

What would I be doing in Vienna?

Well, at least it's my hometown. Half my hunchbacked family is still there.

And it has the world's largest cemetery.

-So, lots of advantages. -And then?

Then...

we get married.

Like I said, lots of advantages.

You'll get an Austrian passport.

And if it gets worse here, we'll go on a trip.

Where to?

Wherever you want, Elisabeth, I'll follow you.

Prague, Rome, London, Budapest.

Zanzibar?

Zanzibar?

What will we do there?

They said on the radio, you can swim in the sea like in a bathtub.

Swim in the sea?

I'm a Jew who sits in a coffeehouse. He doesn't swim in the sea.

The fish swims in the sea.

Or does the fish sit in a coffeehouse?

And how do we make a living?

I'll write about our trip.

You can do that? Just like that?

Why, yes. Egon Kisch does it like that. And he makes a good living.

You just have to look at the world with an alert mind and an alert eye.

I close my eyes

Imagining the two of us there

Intertwined, lips parched by love

The love of the other

I dream, I dream

I dream, oh, yes, I dream

I keep replaying our memories

That time desperately tries to destroy

A smile creeps onto my face Tears well up in the corners of my eyes

How to envision the future Reflecting on the past, healing from it

Oh, I dream I dream, I dream

Oh, yes, I dream

I dream, I dream, I dream

That you are here

With me

I dream, oh, yes, I dream

I dream

But you are not, no

No, you are not really here

I feel it in my chest

My heart which stops

I dream and pretend

I didn't notice this reality

May you sleep on But never again by my side

I dream, I dream

I dream, oh, yes, I dream

I can only dream Imagine what you'll become

If only you'd been given The time to build it

I loved loving you so much I will never stop doing so

Even death can't stop us from dreaming

So I close my eyes again And I dream

I dream, I dream

That you are here

With me

Oh, I dream

Oh, I dream, I dream

I dream

That you are here

That you are here, that you are here

Gasp!

Finally.

-I was thinking you wouldn't come back. -What are you doing here?

I went to Strelow's last workplace.

Should be of interest to you.

-Come on in. -Personally, too.

Hello?

Hello!

Damn.

What was it?

-I thought... -Still haven't heard?

I need power and a wall.

This is from the Institute for Suggestive Therapy.

WAR NEUROSES

Apparently Strelow's last workplace.

This guy.

He came to see me today, Franz Krajewski.

And that there, that's Strelow.

He spent years at that institute.

First as a patient, later as a janitor.

Then he joined the SA. But wait. There!

Gereon.

I confiscated the material right away.

Where is this institute?

In the middle of nowhere.

Out in Johannisthal.

And who is this?

Come in.

Take a seat, Miss Ritter.

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges