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Hey! Come on, Mouse, out of the water!

Oh, Mama. A little longer. - I said out! Right now!

You're both completely blue!

They're pretty. - Who are they?

The Shah of Iran and his wife. - Ah, my three Graces.

Papa, what is a Shah? - Sort of like a king.

A Shah may cut off the head of anyone he dislikes.

Don't tell the children such rubbish. - The Truth is Simple.

With such power, there is no joke. - Hallo, Klaus.

And? How goes the Revolution? - Right now, it's on holiday.

Will you to come to our party tonight? - Certainly.

Well, until then. - Yes.

Ah, Klaus, not now.

Yeah, sure, OK. - It makes me nervous.

Yes, but not very much. So cheer up.

The royal couple landed at 11.05...

in a private plane at Tempelhof airport.

Empress Farah wore a fox-fur coat and a black and white hat.

Stefan!

Stefan!

The Shah inspected an honour-guard of the Berlin Police.

Stefan, dear friend.

Fresh off the presses.

OK.

For all to hear.

My clever star-journalist wife...

wrote an open letter to her imperial highness Farah Diba.

Don't make a big deal of it. - It'll be in the next edition.

5000 of these fliers are already at the universities.

Very good.

Good day, Mrs Pahlevi. There's a story in the New Review about life in Iran,

about how hot it gets there, and how you, like most Persians,

like to holiday on the Caspian coast.

Like most Persians? Isn't that an exaggeration?

Most Persians are farmers, and make less than 100 Marks a year.

And half of all Persian mothers die giving birth.

From hunger, poverty and illness.

And the children work 14-hour days weaving carpets.

Do most of them really holiday with you at the Caspian seaside?

They write: "The Shah must have a son. "

Iranian Law is very strict on that point.

Strange that it seems so unimportant to the Shah.

And no official statement is made.

That the Minister of Justice makes no comment.

That unofficial courts are held in secret.

That torture is allowed under Persian law.

We do not want to insult you.

But the German public should not be insulted

with crap like this story in the New Review.

Faithfully, Ulrike Meinhof.

Welcome, Pahlevi! - Princess, Princess!

Farah! Farah Diba!

Murderer!

Are they crazy?

Murderer!

Are you crazy? What are you doing?

Don't push me, you wanker!

Stop!

Is there a doctor here? Let us through!

It's out of control here. Are you stupid? There, the woman!

Can you help us? We have an injured person here.

What happened?

He was attacking me. - You are mad?

Let's go.

He needs a physician!

Mrs Meinhof, they were not on the demonstrators' side. Why?

The right-wing press blamed the disaster on the students.

Above all the Springer group tried, in its newspaper,

to label the students as rioters.

"To shout is no longer enough, now they want blood. "

But the truth is,

the protest proved that we live in a Police state.

That the Police and the press went too far in Berlin on June 2nd.

And that the only freedom here is for the Police.

But Mrs Meinhof, with all respect... - We all know that Kurras...

...who shot Ohnesorg, will be acquitted.

That is pure demagogy! That is demagogy.

In America they discuss using nuclear weapons in Vietnam,

and Israel starts a war of aggression with the help of the USA.

which is called "preventive war" here. - Israel has to defend itself.

Then Hitler's attacks on Poland and Russia were also "preventive".

But you can't say that! - Mrs Meinhof, I must say...

You must also consider the child.

This woman has nothing worthwhile to say.

The American Imperialist machine will not stop!

Vietnam, Bolivia and now the Near East.

America has supplied Israel with weapons for years.

Each warplane, each rocket, each tank, everything comes from the USA.

Or the western industrial nations. - They are not the people's friends!

The pigs want to control the oil fields of the Near East.

It's just shit to them if many thousands of people die.

I must now go to church. - You should preach...

that over half the people in the world do not have enough to eat.

Is it senseless to preach for a better world?

That those condemned once again must resist!

You should get married soon.

Ulrike! Wait!

Wait!

Finally.

Hello, Baby. - Well, Kitty?

So, here it is. I hope it's enough.

Will it be enough? - Why?

So... - Hey!

I think... we don't want to torch the department store

We need hard action to show that wanker that we're not kidding!

And if people are still inside? - Don't talk like a homo, Tussi.

Who'd be there at night? And if there is: a bigger headline!

Are you insane? - Andreas knows what he's doing.

You're under arrest! - Police! Halt!

Idiot! - Police!

Handcuff them! - You're under arrest for arson.

Good morning.

Under continuous bombardment by American warplanes...

of alleged Vietcong positions, civilian populations suffer the most.

In the USA, particularly at universities, these pictures led...

the students to rise up in protest. In the Federal Republic...

thousands of students protest, such as these, in Berlin.

The Anarchist Rudi Dutschke mobilizes the resistance.

Comrades, we don't have much time.

In Vietnam the bombs fall every day. We must stand up for them.

As Che said: It is not a matter of wishing success to the victim of aggression,

but of sharing his fate.

One must accompany him to his death or to victory.

From German ground...

From German ground wars are still prepared.

From German ports and miltary bases...

The American military wages the Vietnam war!

We cannot allow this!

We must stop the German government

helping this Imperialist war in Viet Nam!

Are you Ulrike Meinhof? - Yes.

We are forced to take illegal action...

let sabotage and blockades start now!

We protest against this conference!

Ladies and Gentlemen, this conference is terminated!

Are you Rudi Dutschke?

Yes, I am. - You dirty communist pig!

I am dead. Let me live.

Father. Mother.

Soldier... Soldier...

He's down here! He went down here somewhere.

Search the building site. - Covering!

You are surrounded! Come out with hands up!

I can't stand communists.

Rudi Dutschke is in critical condition after two hours of emergency surgery today.

Only one of the two bullets could be removed from his head.

Spontaneous demonstrations have sprung up across the country,

blaming the Springer publishing house for inciting the assasination attempt.

Springer, Murderer!

I didn't think this was your style!

Attention, this is the Police!

You are trespassing on private property.

Leave the area immediately!

Come along!

Frau Meinhof? What are you doing here? Release her. Frau Meinhof is a journalist.

Dresden!

Hiroshima!

Vietnam!

Dresden!

Hiroshima!

Vietnam!

Che Guevara was captured...

and then murdered by the CIA...

Yesterday Martin Luther King was assasinated...

...Senator Robert Kennedy was shot...

Republican Richard Nixon becomes the 37th President of the USA

Soldiers sealed off the street and fired into the crowd.

One of the first Soviet vehicles into Czechoslovakia...

The students call the protests in Paris cultural revolution.

The state calls it anarchy.

The more I hear of this shouting,

the clearer it becomes - we need to ensure the rule of law in this country.

In agreement with Andreas Baader I want to make a statement.

He and I placed the bomb in the department store.

We did it to protest against the indifference...

of people who sit and watch the genocide in Vietnam.

We believe that speech without action is wrong.

Order, please!

Order, please!

Mr Mahler?

Could you do us the honour of allowing the court to share the joke?

The judges can hardly understand the ideas Ms Ensslins and Mr Baader.

Otherwise they would take off their robes and join the protests themselves.

Order!

Order, please!

Mr Ensslin, your daughter wanted to address your generation with her act.

Whatever they wanted to do, it comes to this:

Our generation experienced, in the name of the people,

concentration camps, Jew hate, genocide,

and now will not permit reformation, a new beginning.

How do you explain that, with the world as it is?

It's amazing that Gudrun, who considers things very rationally and intelligently,

by one foolish act, experienced

a holy self implementation.

I feel that she created something free with her act.

Even in the family. I feel liberated.

Of a tightness and a fear, that had ruled my life before.

It took the fear from me.

Throw a single stone, and that is a crime.

Throw a thousand stones and that is a political action.

Set fire to a car, that is a crime.

Burn a thousand cars, and that is a political act.

Protest is saying: "I disagree with this and that. "

Resistance is saying:

"I will put a stop to this and that. "

Thanks for making this possible. - It's OK. I've read your work.

Can one stop the genocide in Vietnam by burning down a department store?

No. It was an error, as I said in court.

It was an act of rebellion. But it was pointless...

while Fascism grows as strong as it was under Hitler.

This time we offer resistance. Out of responsibility before history.

People, here and in America, must eat. Must eat and buy.

But they do not think about it, they just consume.

We wanted them to think about it a little.

So you burned down a department store?

I will never resign myself to doing nothing. Never.

If people try to murder us, like Ohnesorg und Dutschke,

then we will shoot back. That is only consistent.

Do you really mean that?

All over the world comrades fight with guns in hand.

We must become soldiers. - We fight already.

And if the fascists throw you into prison for it?

Such victims they'll have.

Or do you believe that you'll change something with your grand theory?

Sorry, I didn't mean to be cruel.

Is Baader or Gudrun here? - Gudrun is up there.

Oh! Sorry! - Hello. Who are you?

I'm Peter Boock. - And I'm Gudrun.

Are you a runaway?

Youth Training Centre. - There are others here, too.

They'll soon come and join us. They gather up here.

Can I bathe afterwards? - Bathe now.

No water wasting here. Tell me about yourself.

Where did you get that? - Youth Training Centre. Lucky City.

I heard about it. You nearly burned the place down.

The bastards nearly beat us to death for it.

If they catch me, no more day leave till I turn 21.

Don't let it worry you. You're part of our family now.

You were locked up for arson, too.

But we are free on appeal.

And at least we can make an appeal.

And so we make it. - And if they find me?

Andreas and I must disappear, if our appeal is rejected.

Tell me... do I see right? You trying to fuck my old lady?

Well, Kitty?

Hey.

Andreas, this is Peter.

What happened to you? - The staff at Lucky City.

Then we should tear them some new arseholes.

Great leather jacket!

Here, it's yours.

Let's go! To Darmstadt! - We don't have enough cars.

Then we'll steal two or three.

Only the gun cures the rigidity.

Go on, fire at will!

Fire at will!

We have made extraordinary efforts...

to understand what the people want. We want more democracy.

These words of the new Federal Chancellor Willy Brandt as he takes office...

reconcile the students and end nearly 3 years continuous riots.

The reform promises to create peace at the universities, and the basis

to bring the outside parliamentary opposition into the democratic process.

And what do you believe? - I think the worst is over.

The protest movement has lost its momentum.

Groups which feel existentially oppressed

will not hesitate

to bomb whatever parts of society they see as oppressive.

Over here! Can't you see us?

Gudrun?

Andreas... Hallo, Astrid. - Mister Counsellor.

And? What are your plans? What's next for you?

Can't you talk normally? Do you really think Interpol are after us?

...because those jerks in Frankfurt rejected our appeal?

We're not going back to prison.

Then come to Berlin. Illegally. We're building up a new group.

We're further along than you'd think. What have your guys done?

A lot's happened since you've been away. We have good contacts.

Houses, ID, money, weapons. We can provide everything.

Yeah, under your leadership. The illegal underground attorney.

I'm shitting myself. - Let him finish.

They couldn't steal grandma's puppy! - That's not the point.

Where's Dutschke now? - Living in London.

He's crippled, can hardly speak.

Since he was shot, nobody leads while the struggle goes on.

The struggle would have been won, if they hadn't screwed it up.

Show us what you're made of. Steal the purse from granny's bag.

Baby... - I want to know if he's got the balls.

Or is it all just talk?

Oh, man!

Fucking shit, they're stealing my car!

Hey! Stop! Fucking spagetti-muncher!

Shit! You dumb bitch, you left the car open again!

So what? Steal a new one. - You CUNT!

CUNT! FUCK IT ALL!

WHY?

What are you doing here? Why us?

So call the cops.

Where's Ulrike? - In bed.

Where's the bedroom? - Back there.

Wait a minute.

Quiet, you'll wake the children.

We're back.

They're hunting you, you know. - Big deal.

Can we stay here for a while? - Yes, of course.

We're recruiting here in Berlin. And in other cities.

We're expanding the group. Political conditions change.

What are your plans? - What kind of stupid question is that?

We take action. If it goes wrong, too bad.

So, that's it for me. Where can I crash?

I'll join you in a moment.

What does he mean, though? - He means exactly what he said.

Andreas does not compromise. You must understand that.

Andreas is more of a revolutionary than all the rest of us together.

Sounds great when you're stoned.

You look unhappy.

I saw a film about Youth Homes. Girls there are treated like shit.

I thought I could do something about it, but they remain shitty.

But Peggy there escaped.

What we need is a new morality.

You must see that clearly.

Draw a line between you and our enemies.

You must leave the system and burn your bridges.

And your son? That you may never see again?

If you're serious, you have to be prepared to suffer.

Andreas also has a baby daughter.

I could never leave my children.

Shit.

Do you know how fast you were going? - No. Do you?

Show me your license, please.

And the registration papers, please.

I'm sorry about this, officer.

My friend seems to have thrown them out.

You live in Rome, Mr Hoger? - Yes.

Your date of birth? - 14/6 nineteen...

'39.

You don't seem too sure about it. - It was a long time ago.

And?

They're holding him in Moabit jail.

We have to get him out. - I'll help.

Me too.

How? Tying sheets together?

You can write about it afterwards. That's all you're good for.

Perhaps Andreas should just serve the ten months.

Shit! Freeing Prisoners is what we're always talking about.

We'll show the pigs what we can do, if they lock up our people.

We're getting Andy out! Now!

We can't visit him in prison anyway.

You'll be a publisher. We'll get in with a book contract.

Good day.

This is Dr Gretel Weitemeier, who will be publishing our book.

Pleased to meet you. - The pleasure's all mine.

Are you insane?

Man, it only fires tear gas. Looks real though, eh?

Where did you get that? - from Gudrun.

We've got a lot of things, now. - And who is "we"?

I cannot say.

Well, I can: Gudrun, Astrid, Ingrid.

I bought some Asprin. - Ulrike.

She's only the decoy.

You told me you wouldn't be involved!

What is your part? Well?

Mahler arranged for Andreas and I to visit the Sociological Institute...

to research our book. - They're allowing him out for that?

With a Police escort, of course. - That's where we come in.

Inside the Institute, we stick guns in the cops' faces...

and away runs Baader. - And you?

I stand back and look surprised. That's all.

Now can we get on with dinner?

But you're all female. What if they don't take you seriously?

Mahler knows some professionals. We'll have help. Mahler says...

it'll be a piece of cake. - I don't believe it.

The cops have real guns, not like that piece of junk.

This is completely insane!

I have to go through with it.

Mr Baader, in the event of an escape attempt, we are authorised to shoot.

I want to make sure you know that. - You needn't worry about it.

I've seen you on TV. - Hopefully I was interesting.

Yes, very. Anything else you need? - Thanks, I'll manage.

Hey. - Hey.

Sit down here.

Can I get a cup of coffee? - Of course.

Are you married? Do you have any children? - Yes, wife and child.

So, moving along. We have...

I told you yesterday, come back after noon today.

The reading room is occupied. - Then we'll wait here.

It's a long wait. - We have time.

In the following discussion...

Go, quick. Let's move. - What do you want here?

Shit!

Hands up! - Up against the wall!

C'mon, Kitty!

Gudrun! Help me!

Stay down!

According to reports the kidnappers shot the doorman with tear gas

They overpowered the guards and released Baader by force of arms.

My God, the children!

Go, children, run.

Quickly.

We say: The uniform-wearer is a pig, not a human.

And so we treat it as such. We will not negotiate with them.

It is wrong to talk at all with these people.

And of course, they may be shot when we consider it necessary.

The gun makes its statement. It is possible,

in our actions, our enemies may occasionally triumph.

But where it is important, they will not beat us.

Our success will belong to history.

Welcome to the camp! - The attorney looks like Fidel Castro!

Welcome, Andreas. Hi, Gudrun. - Which way to Havana?

This is Achmed, the Commander. This is Gudrun and Andy.

The men sleep here, the women there! - What?

The rules of the camp. - Shit on that. We sleep together! There!

What's Ali Baba saying? - Forget it. Come.

It's all fine. Sleep where you like.

All in this house here.

Fucking shit!

This does not have anything to do with our job!

We are urban guerrillas, understand? We don't fight in the desert!

Tell that camel-jockey we fight against bank guards!

French.

What are they laughing about? - We're just admiring your trousers.

You've got them a little dirty.

I'll finish you off, you cocksucker.

Baby, leave it. he's one of us.

He is not one of us.

He's only here because he's scared of the cops in Germany.

SICILY

You're homesick, right?

Which means you give up. - These people are fighting a war...

What does our situation in Germany have to do with it?

You can't force a revolution there, even with a Kalashnikov.

Germany is just one front.

We fight with comrades everywhere against injustice and oppression.

I thought you knew that. - And what about your children?

You live underground. Why bring them into it?

Sooner or later it'll come out that I did not participate in the Baader escape.

Then I can go back legally.

I could take care of the children.

That sounds very much like betrayal.

Betrayal? Of whom?

Look after yourself.

What now? Can't we have a little fun?

He won't give us any more ammunition. - Then we go on strike.

What are they staring at? - Probably never seen naked women before.

Hey, look who's here.

What does one do with a traitor?

People's court.

What?

He asks us to get dressed. - Why should we?

Sexual freedom and the fight against imperialism go together.

He doesn't understand, Baby.

Fucking and shooting are the same!

Abu Hassan is commander of the whole camp.

Don't worry...

...we'll bring you out.

Hands up!

Don't move! Get down on the floor!

This is a hold-up! Get away from the window!

Get down!

In West-Berlin today, a gang robbed three different banks in 10 minutes.

In Breitenbach Platz, three masked men and one woman.

At 8.10 AM four men dressed in parkas...

The robbers got away with approximately 200,000 Marks.

It is believed that the robbers

are militant left-wing extremists.

Detectives found a bag of ski-masks dumped by the bandits.

They left handbills with the text "Expropriate from enemies of the people".

217,449.50 Marks.

Not bad for 10 minutes work. - Ulrike should write a statement.

Make clear that we only took the money of capitalists.

That only the rich need be worried. - Yeah, liberal wankers think that's good.

Stupid whore! Can't you be careful? Shit-for-brains!

And so was the revolution made!

Some say, Bank robbery is not political.

Revolutionaries in Latin America call bank robbery "expropriation".

Official Statement on Bank robbery.

It is politically right to expropriate.

It is strategically right, if it finances the revolution.

Your children are gone. I just heard from Sicily.

The man who took them even knew the code word.

They're surely already with your ex, the old fascist.

The Baader-Meinhof group will become accepted as leaders of the revolution.

What are you doing there? That's my car!

Yesterday five arrests were made: Attorney Horst Mahler,

student Peggy Sch�nau...

In the young woman's handbag, police found a Belgian pistol.

The charges: possession of guns, falsification of identity papers,

car theft, burglary, theft and armed robbery.

In M�hlheim, Dortmund, and Konstanz, the prisoners face similar charges.

Show me your identity papers.

Get back!

...further threats of violence...

The trial of Astrid Berger began today.

According to a study by the Allensbacher Institute...

25% of Germans under 30 are sympathetic to the RAF.

That's about 7 million people.

Which makes finding them a lot more difficult.

Lobster soup.

So we plan to computerise identity papers.

I'll explain by giving you an example.

Underground terrorists naturally hide their identities from authority.

Without the new ID card...

no bank account.

Now they'll find it hard to rent somewhere to live.

Everything will require the new cards. Gas, water, electricity.

In Frankfurt alone, 16,000 customers usually pay bills in cash.

We will no longer accept cash. All customers will have to use their new ID.

No ID: no health care, either. - And then?

Then we take it further. For example,

No ID: no driving license, no child support payments.

If everyone has to have an ID, the last handful who don't: suspects.

That is a mathematical certainty.

In the long term it does nothing to smash heads.

Or, as some would prefer, to cut heads off.

Not the police,

but political powers resistant to change,

allow terrorism to develop.

That is my opinion.

Oh, and say hello to the minister for me.

Shit!

Floor it!

Halt!

Freeze! Hands up! You too!

Go! Go! Petra, go!

Drop your weapons!

Kiss my arse!

Stop, girl! Freeze! Hands up!

Hello, Werner. You're back early.

Excuse me, this is my house. You said one night only.

Oh, you'll have your way. We'll be gone tomorrow.

Well, then. Tomorrow.

...two people, a man and a woman, ran a police roadblock...

What's wrong?

That's Petra's car.

The woman was killed in the shootout that followed.

She opened fire when ordered to lay down her weapon.

Shit.

This is war. - Now we kill a pig.

Cold-blooded murder. Obviously they're shooting to kill.

They'll be hunting us all now. - We must attack the cops directly.

Shoot down their helicopters! Blow up their stations!

That goes against our policy. - I shit on the policy!

The armed fight against Imperialists...

is against the US military presence in Germany and in West Berlin.

We need to re-think our stategies. - Do you think we need better plans?

We need more safety precautions.

Actions in cities we don't know well are unwise.

What happened to Petra must not re-occur. - Fuck-ups like that...

are not caused by bad planning. - It went wrong. It was a mistake.

Her mistake! Not the group's. People must follow the plans.

It was not the group's fault!

The plans are all over the place. Made up as we go along...

Nobody questions why they go wrong. - You cunt!

Your idea of emancipation is the freedom to shout at men!

Baby, you know that's nonsense.

General Daniel Chase, Chief-of-staff at the Pentagon, explains:

The US Air Force does not bomb...

targets south of 17 degrees latitude

"For the mass-murderers of Vietnam...