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Rath, Anno, resident doctor.

Buried on the Western Front. Who was your professor?

Professor Schmidt. Which Schmidt?

University of Bonn, surgeon major.

Suggestive therapy.

Institute for Suggestive Therapy.

I need your help.

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

"In Pasewalk, Dr. Forster

ran the field hospital for war-shakers and trembling neurotics."

Strelow was not alone.

He was accompanied by his SA unit.

You didn't hand over the parcel?

-No. -I need to see you.

Can you sneak into the press ball without drawing attention?

Breathe calmly.

In...

and out.

In...

and out.

And now...

focus on the pendulum.

Don't try to organize your thoughts.

Just let them go.

And breathe calmly, in...

and out.

I will guide you.

Step by step.

Step by step,

all the way to the root of the suffering.

-Get up! -To the origin of the pain.

Get up!

And now gather all your strength and focus it on the stone in your hand.

Your hand obeys your will.

Your will can crush the stone.

The hand obeys your will alone.

And when you open your hand now, you'll see that your hand is as still as mine.

Breathe in calmly.

And out!

And when I say now...

you let go.

Now!

How can I thank you, Doctor?

How far have you progressed in your studies, Doctor?

Emergency exams during the second year of the war.

Then Western Front.

Why don't you give me a hand here at the field hospital?

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

I could use someone like you.

Comrades, it is my duty to inform you

that today our Emperor Wilhelm has abdicated.

He has traveled abroad with his family.

Social Democrat Scheidemann has proclaimed the republic in Berlin.

After four years of bloodshed, the war is over.

Germany has surrendered.

That's not true!

This is a lie!

All lies!

You traitors! You bunch of Jew-loving scum!

All lies!

You are liars!

You traitors!

You bunch of Jew-loving scum!

Miserable vermin.

You'll be crawling in the dirt. You filthy worms...

Is there any way to help him? He won't survive here much longer.

His eyes are completely intact.

But he really doesn't see anything?

The man doesn't want to see.

We call it "hysterical blindness."

The cause is not of an organic nature.

-A malingerer. -A sick man.

Sick, but not blind.

Hey! Private?

Staff surgeon! Professor.

Come here.

This way.

Why is he still up?

I can't sleep, Professor. Haven't been able to for weeks.

Your nerves, is it?

A little stressed?

Please, Doctor, help me.

-I want to sleep again. -Go into the foyer and wait for me there.

-Thank you, Professor. When...? -I said wait.

A good subject, but stubborn to the core. We make him wait.

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

He must long for it with every fiber of his body and soul.

Let him hope all night long that we'll come.

He's not there yet, but tomorrow morning we'll set him free.

In every man there's a god.

That is the will.

That's the energy.

The flame.

See the flame!

I want to! But...

You need to see.

Anything is possible for you.

Even more!

More!

More!

Good, this is good.

Get up!

What do you see now?

White? Paper?

I can see.

White...

You can see.

JANUARY 30, 1933

Thank God you're here. You are the only one who can vouch for my information.

Down at the bar, this is Editor-in-Chief Heymann.

-Come, let's talk to him. -No. You can't trust him anymore.

There is a warrant out for your arrest.

Anno, what's going on?

He's up there.

We need to leave right now.

Come on!

Come on, let's go. Up there.

-Anno, what's going on? -Gereon.

His knowledge has more explosive power than any bomb. Come.

Over there.

No one will publish your story in Germany anymore.

Especially not now when you're wanted by the police.

You need to go abroad immediately.

There's an express train to Paris leaving shortly. You need to catch it.

I will contact Dr. Ernst Weiss.

He knows your story. He has all the necessary connections with the press.

How do you envision that?

The police are looking for me.

I won't make it on to the train, let alone to France.

I'll accompany you.

Why should I trust a police officer now?

He's my brother.

Ask for Dr. Weiss in this inn.

It's the go-to spot for Germans in the 5th arrondissement.

Tell him everything. I can vouch for it anytime.

Put these on.

For camouflage.

And?

Wanted everywhere.

He must have arrested him.

The doctor.

Then he must have taken him to headquarters?

I suppose so.

A wonderful image.

The outstretched arms, the shouts of “Heil!”

The steel helmets also raise their hands in a salute.

Just like the SA. It is a unity that finds its full expression here.

Make way, everyone!

Make way!

The train is full, there's no room. Please step back.

We need to be on this train. My husband was picked up.

-The train is full. -Wait!

Out of the way!

Sorry. The train is full, no can do.

Conductor, we have an official transfer to another country here.

-The officer needs to come. -Not alone, I'm afraid.

Right away, Officer.

Inspector, thank you.

Please follow me. Officer!

Attention. Attention, please.

Good evening. Excuse the interruption.

-We're taking the window seats. -We made reservations.

Official trips are vis major.

-That's outrageous. -I must ask you.

We don't need window seats.

Yes, Inspector, you'll have them. I must ask you both to get up.

-This is an important prisoner transport. -We'll stay on the train, though.

Yes, of course, Monsieur. I'm sorry, Madame.

Have a good trip.

-Good evening. -Evening.

Good evening.

May I?

Don't worry. The man is under control.

Stay back!

Hey, what are you doing?

We need to get through! We need to get to this train!

Where is this train going?

To Paris, but you are late.

Where does it stop? Where does it stop en route?

Only in Cologne and then at the border.

Come with me.

How do you know my brother?

I treated him.

At the end of the war.

He later earned his doctorate under my supervision.

He was on the verge of a stellar career.

And then he...

well, today we have to say disappeared.

Until he suddenly reappeared after nearly a decade.

With his new identity as Dr. Schmidt.

-What did he want? -My support.

Your brother saw a lot of things coming. I didn't, or didn't want to see them.

What will you tell the gentleman in Paris?

What is this about?

A medical record.

Is this about a politician?

Sorry.

-I'm taking quite a risk for your sake. -No, not for my sake.

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

There's a secret, too.

I abandoned my brother at the front.

It was a miracle that he survived.

You are haunted by this?

To this day.

I'm a psychiatrist. I know a thing or two about war traumas.

Was Hitler one of your patients?

Yes, I met the current chancellor back then in Pasewalk when I was his doctor.

Back then, he was just a private.

And?

The psychiatric evaluations have...

well, let's just say, they have a compromising nature.

And above all, and far worse for him, they blatantly contradict his own myth-making.

What did you want at the Press Ball?

To meet with a journalist.

To give him the file?

The file has been missing for years, without a trace,

but if you like...

I am the file.

Gereon?

Routine ID check.

Routine ID check.

Good evening, please excuse the interruption. ID, please.

But we're not at the border yet.

Routine ID check.

Krakow.

You're Jewish?

-What does that have to do with anything? -Yes or no?

-Who are you, anyway? -Please, Eleanor.

If he wants my ID, I want to see his too.

Please excuse my wife. And, yes, I'm Jewish.

My wife just took my name.

-You don't have to... -Be quiet.

We're on our way to see my sister in Paris.

We're coming back next week.

You Jews have relatives all over the world, right?

What's this about?

You are?

Prussian police.

But we are in Thuringia.

You can tell.

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

Or did I miss something?

Smart aleck, huh?

Show me your ID and I'll file a complaint against you.

Thank you.

I don't have any ID on me. We won't get to France this way.

We'll get off in Cologne.

I can get you an ID there.

COLOGNE MAIN STATION

Stay back on the platform.

Rose Monday. We're just in time.

Or not.

Different exit. Come on!

What now?

Out the back. I'll find you.

-Erwin! -Our suitcase!

Conductor. Conductor!

Our suitcase! A thief!

-A thief! Here! -Go.

Cops, this way!

Go!

Stop!

Stop, I said!

Final stop, gentlemen.

Put it down. Is this your suitcase?

What is in it?

-I have no idea. -Your hands, gentlemen.

Name?

Rath.

-And? -Gereon.

Born?

-March 5th, 1899, in Cologne. -Do you have ID on you?

I'm afraid not.

I would ask you to call your superior, the Chief of Police.

Engelberth Rath, my father.

And you don't want to tell me what information you have?

I mustn't.

This information is subject to medical confidentiality.

I can only share it with colleagues.

In this case, I won't be able to get you any documents.

Even knowing my son won't do you any good. I'm sorry.

I had hoped you'd use your connections with Mayor Adenauer to help out.

I can't drag the mayor into a matter whose background I don't fully understand.

Then I have to do it.

Do what you can't help doing.

Maybe I should take this opportunity to remind him of that unpleasant story.

What story?

The reason why you sent me to Berlin back then.

The mayor of Cologne is being blackmailed.

Dr. Adenauer.

The affair is unsavory. Should be taken care of before the election.

Yes, I'm listening.

Good afternoon. Detective Ritter, Division A, Berlin Police Headquarters.

This is about your son, Inspector Gereon Rath.

He was last seen on January 30th around 9 p.m.,

during a police operation while escorting 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.

Thank you.

A Miss Ritter from Berlin.

She seems to be missing you.

Our departure in Berlin was...

well, unexpected.

In any case, you can't go to the mayor's office dressed like this.

Not today, on Rose Monday. Mrs. Hülsenbeck!

Connect me to Berlin 1347.

Hurry up, you two cuties. Otherwise you'll miss the whole thing.

Thanks, Mrs. Hülsenbeck.

Right, this is a good one for you.

No, no way.

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

I want to go to France, but not dressed like this.

I'm not wearing this.

If you want to meet the mayor, you'll have to wear some of it.

-There is no answer. -Thanks, I'll try again later.

We are lucky that Mrs. Hülsenbeck was able to pull this together at short notice.

Come on over to my place, let me give you a kiss.

Right, and now let's have a drink, yeah?

Here you go, cheerio.

Ladies and gentlemen, the city rises amid the thunder of drums.

The squares are aglow, and laughter hangs in the air like a promise.

From Alter Markt to Heumarkt, a sense of joy flows through the streets.

There is music, footsteps become rhythm, movement becomes ecstasy.

This is not just a 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!

Come on up!

Candy!

Candy!

I get the impression we're losing sight of our goal, Inspector.

There it is! There's the brewery!

Here, that's where the mayor is sitting.

PÄNZ BREWERY

Don't be shy.

Once on the Rhine

A glass of wine in moonshine

Once on the Rhine

You think the whole world is thine

My mouth is laughing every hour

My ailing heart is getting well

Come on, I'm buying...

Once on the Rhine

-Good old Gereon! You make me happy, kid. -Mr. Mayor.

-Father. -Kölle Alaaf.

-The matter is... -Dad has already told me the secret.

Tomorrow, you can come with me to Paris, eight o'clock sharp.

I'm taking an aeroplane, and I have to be back by evening.

Thank you so much, Dr. Adenauer.

When Dad says it has to be done, it has to be done.

It's all working out, kid. Cheers!

Cheers!

-We'll be flying to Paris. -What?

Tomorrow morning, eight o'clock.

Well, we're in Cologne.

It's all working out here.

Operator?

SA Barracks in Ihrefeld, hurry!

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

today in the distinguished company of Mr. Otto Regensburger.

Thank you. Thank you.

Don't crow too soon, Mr. Hitler and I... Regensburger!

Don't you dare put yourself on the same mean level as me.

Yes, but we're the opposite of mean.

Yes, you are so right, Mr. Reich Chancellor.

I've been trying for a long time not to be mean, I mean.

I mean to be mean with you.

-He always pretends he doesn't know me. -But I don't know you.

-Let go of me. -Yes.

This is hard to do, Mr. Reich Chancellor.

This is an order!

Wonderful.

Ladies and gentlemen, I told you not to crow too soon.

What do you mean, don't crow too soon?

The people are crowing! Thousands of laughs. Just for me.

-No, the last one was for me. -What?

You're a Jew!

A circumcised guy.

You are totally right, Mr. Reich Chancellor.

-I, however... -Yes, you, however.

Yes, I, however!

Thank you.

The Reich Chancellor will treat us to a reading from his book, yes,

a political treatise. Mein Kampf.

Pay attention, you...

Please be quiet! Quiet, please, ladies and gentlemen.

This is a very normal...

So...

Dr. Forster, we have to go. The SA is back there. Get out of here!

Only the French could think of summoning someone to Paris on Shrove Tuesday.

The Schnüsse Tring meeting starts in eight hours!

Well, what does a Frenchman really know about the good life?

Make sure you're back home in time for the election.

To prevent the rise of the narcissistic mob.

Am I right, Gereon?

Gereon, am I right?

Luckily, you two survived the massacre, kiddo.

Now go have a few wonderful days in Paris.

Monsieur Fiquet, I'm so happy to see you.

The weather isn't great today, but it wasn't any better in Cologne.

I'm afraid we don't have much time.

I have urgent business matters in Cologne.

I have to be back by this evening.

But of course. "Carne Vale," isn't it?

My dear Monsieur Mayor,

here, you can always count on weak meat.

He's alluding to Carnival.

In France, you can always count on weak meat.

Mr. Mayor, allow me to introduce myself. Eduard von Kittlitz, German Embassy Paris.

Your entourage, Mr. Mayor, I'm afraid...

I have a directive from Berlin, Your Excellency. Here you are.

From the Reich Ministry of the Interior?

Reich Minister Göring, yes, with all due respect.

-I must ask you both to follow me. -A moment, Mr. Kittlitz, hold it.

I need to look at what you gave me first, thank you.

Very well. I'll take the two gentlemen, they're part of my delegation.

No, no. Monsieur Fiquet,

if you would be so kind and check the gentlemen's papers now,

I'd be grateful. Mr. Kittlitz, farewell.

Right, Inspector, Professor, please come with me.

-You'll take the red car. -Monsieur, your ID.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Monsieur, I have to insist. Your ID, please.

I have to stop you...

I don't understand your language.

Merci.

Welcome to the city's catacombs.

And here's what we've all been waiting for.

The drama of our reflection.

A dream of the future.

Berlin est Paris, Paris is Berlin!

Thank you.

Pardon.

So, cursed traitors and forgers...

Dr. Weiss?

Are you Dr. Weiss?

-With whom do I have the pleasure? -Edmund Forster.

Nice to meet you. Who is this?

Inspector Rath.

He guided me here... to this place, thankfully.

I have no intention of talking to a police officer, least of all one from Germany.

No.

Dr. Weiss,

Inspector Rath has taken quite a risk to bring me here to you.

So we can trust him.

Rath, did you say?

I think you knew my brother, Anno Rath.

He studied under Dr. Forster in Berlin.

Anno Rath is your brother?

Yes. He told us to go see you.

Anno Rath is dead.

It's complicated.

Yes. Thank you.

-Would you like a drink? -I would love one.

-Yes, please. -Mademoiselle.

When did you last see my brother?

In August of '24,

during that fateful lecture

when your brother presented his dissertation.

This illustrates the impact our research can have

on policy, too.

The Munich District Attorney's Office must now decide

whether Adolf Hitler, who was imprisoned following his coup last year,

may be released early from his prison sentence.

For this reason, the investigating senior public prosecutor,

Dr. Martin Dresse, contacted our department

and requested an expert opinion.

Private Hitler. Photographed here shortly after his admission

to the Pasewalk Reserve Military 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 military hospital as a hysteric

who had used autosuggestion to convince himself that he was blind.

In his medical report...

That explains your scars.

Yes.

I've always seen this as a warning

from my former comrade at the military hospital.

The scars remind me of him.

They have for many years, every day.

And after that attack, you changed your name.

Yes.

He's supposed to think I'm dead.

Who would have thought that the medical history of an obscure Austrian private

would one day be of such crucial importance?

My brother mentioned that you have trusted connections

with influential French daily newspapers.

Indeed.

The press have been waiting for a story like this.

Yes. The world needs to find out as soon as possible

who they are dealing with in Germany.

I agree. But whether that will stop our fellow citizens from voting for him,

I dare to doubt.

The brutality of the attempts to prevent the publication

of this information is a sign of the NSDAP's great concern.

Alright. We should get to work right away.

From now on, he is my charge.

-I understand. -Come, there is a back exit.

Gereon, thank you. And...

take care of yourself.

Good luck.

-Goodbye. -This way.

Why didn't Gereon ever tell me about you?

Because knowledge of my existence is dangerous.

For everyone.

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not quite yet

Miracles wait until the end

Ocean of time

Eternal law

To ashes, to dust

To ashes...

But not quite yet

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not quite yet

Miracles wait until the end

It's just a dream after all

Just chasing the wind

Who knows for sure?

The clock on your wall

It is filled with sand

Put your hand in mine

And let's be eternal

You make your choice now

Between happiness and agony

But I can forgive you

You're so close to death

But your gaze is clear

Recognize me, I'm ready

And I'm searching for immortality

Bravo!

Good evening, Inspector Rath.

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges