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Skol. ─ Prost. Prost.

And here is to San Francisco.

Thanks for all it's done for us.

San Francisco.

You know .. I wish we weren't going.

Why is it a trip is always so exciting until the night before you go. Then ..

And then you get almost sick with wanting to stay.

It's the warmth you're leaving behind, Martin. The friends.

You never really believe you'll find anything like them anywhere else.

I feel the sickness too, and I'm not going.

I wish you were.

Now Martin, didn't we agree that I would stay and run the gallery ..

And you would to the buying and .. ─ Yah, yah ..

A bit more wine you think, huh?

A bit more than a bit.

You won't find better wine than this in Germany, Martin.

Father, we're hungry.

These young men are hungry, Mama.

That's good. Then they'll enjoy their dinner.

When do we eat, Mama?

When Heinrich comes home.

When will Heinrich come home?

Soon. Now run along and wash your hands.

Come, come. Run along now.

I don't know what they're going to do in Germany.

They are so American.

Well, so are you.

Oh, that's not what I mean. The way they speak German.

Ich bin eine gute Yankee.

It's terrible, isn't it?

Well .. it won't be so bad.

After all, the Germany you're taking them back to.

It's not the Germany that you and I were born in.

The old Junkers spirit, the Prussian arrogance and militarism have gone.

It's .. it's like the United States. ─ Only no baseball.

That's bad. No baseball.

I wish I were sure it was right for Griselle to go with you.

This actress business.

Well, I'm leaving my son.

It's a fair exchange, my boy. A son for a daughter.

You have Elsa. You don't understand.

Griselle takes the place of her mother.

Max, Martin.

I know I'm just spoiling you, but ..

Would it hurt your dinner if I brought you out some cake and cream?

Hurt it?

But what if it murders our dinner?

Cake and cream? Wonderful.

Surprise. I have a plate right in my hand.

Darling, hurry up. You don't want us to starve to death, do you?

Heavens forbid.

Cake and cream.

To Elsa. ─ To Elsa.

Ah.

I feel ashamed of myself when I think of what I'm going to miss Elsa most for.

Why Max, you never told me that before.

Kenser braten.

Schnitzel. ─ Königsberger klopse.

Sauer braten. Sauer braten.

You are breaking my heart.

Almost, you make me feel that it's my duty to leave Elsa here.

I am leaving a recipe for everything behind.

With Griselle.

Wait until you taste her sauer braten .. oh!

You mean .. Griselle, she is not going with you?

Max, I'm afraid not.

Why? The plans are all made.

Why, only a moment ago you didn't want her to leave you.

I don't understand. What's happened?

Well .. it was highly secret.

I happen to know that today my son was planning to ask her a certain question.

Is it .. good?

You are sure?

Yah, I have it on the best possible authority, my friend.

This is wonderful.

It isn't that we wanted to keep it secret from you, Max.

Oh I knew, of course I knew. Do you think I'm blind?

I've seen it coming for months. A thousand little signs.

Little Griselle .. married.

Before long we'll be grandfathers.

I don't mind it so much for myself but ..

I don't know how I feel about being married to a grandmother.

Shush, shush.

Oh.

Hello everybody. ─ Hello.

Are we late? ─ No, you're just on time.

Good.

We thought we were going to be late, didn't we, Heinrich?

We sure did.

Aren't you being festive? ─ Yes, aren't we?

Come on, join us.

Thank you. ─ Thank you.

Maybe we want to drink a toast to something, huh?

Uhuh. ─ Maybe.

Do you want to tell them?

No. You'd better do it.

Well.

We're not getting married.

But Griselle ..

Now, before you get all unhappy about it, let me explain.

Heinrich and I talked the thing over thoroughly.

Didn't we, Heinrich?

Yes. Thoroughly.

We decided there was no sense in getting all ..

Emotional and upset about something that ..

Well it ..

I can't help it if I want to be an actress.

If I don't want to change all the things I've hoped and planned for so long.

Can I?

Can I?

No dear. Of course not.

It would be perfectly absurd for me to try to be a ..

A wife and an actress at the same time.

It wouldn't be fair to either of us.

So, I'm going ahead with my plans for a year and ..

When I come back from Germany, why ..

We'll be married.

Yes. Of course, darling.

Don't you understand?

Of course we do.

There aren't many children who could be that sensible.

Anyway, it will be some time until I am a grandmother.

Now that's something.

Shush.

Shush. Go away.

And you're not angry with me?

Of course I'm not.

How could I be angry with you?

I think it is wise. In a year you will be back as a great actress.

You're a dear.

Heinrich.

Oh darling.

It will be alright.

Can we eat now, Mama?

Yes. Of course. Sit down.

Prost. ─ Prost.

Who is that from, Mama? ─ It's from uncle Max.

Hey father, it's from uncle Max.

Uncle Max? Why, bring it in then.

It's a letter from uncle Max.

From America.

From America?

How do you say it in German? It's a letter from uncle Max.

"Hier ist ein Brief von Onkel Max"

Hier ist ein Brief .. ─ Von Onkel Max

Von Onkel Max.

That's right. That's fine.

Martin, Martin.

The only question in my mind is whether it will be quite big enough.

Nein, Martin, nein.

With such a bed you must take care of it. Or have someone grow to fit it.

Yes, Five more boys and I will fit it just nice and snug.

Well maybe next time it will be a daughter.

A daughter .. a girl?

Don't worry, it will be a boy.

Once Elsa forms a habit you know, it is very hard to break her.

Martin.

Hier ist ein Brief ..

Oh, it's a letter from uncle Max.

Oh what a student, what a student.

San Francisco.

Nice to see Max's handwriting again.

Well, well?

He says San Francisco is an empty place without you and Elsa.

Even the California sunshine isn't as warm as the sunshine of our friendship.

Oh ..

Oh.

Looks like a storm is coming up.

Oh yes.

Oh .. that fellow is going to get wet.

Why .. it's Baron von Friesche.

What? Are you sure? ─ Of course I'm sure.

He's a very important man.

It's raining harder.

Oh, he'll get wet. We must ask him in.

Herr Baron. Herr Baron, come in.

Come in, sir. Come in out of the rain.

Hurry up. The door is unlocked.

"Taking it all in all .."

"Baron von Friesche is one of the most gracious and charming men I've met."

"His family is among the wealthiest and oldest in Germany."

Hmm.

"And yet when the storm forced him to take refuge in our house .."

"You would have thought it was a castle as big as his own."

"The confusion of moving didn't bother him a bit."

"You might have thought the house was arranged for a party."

"And he was the first to arrive."

"It is the sort of charm and courtesy that one finds only in the old world."

Alright, but what about Griselle?

Let's see .. ah.

Oh, he says she's to Vienna.

Ye, and what else?

That's all.

I'm sorry she left the family.

Oh, that's nothing to worry about.

Someday she'll make us all proud of her.

Sometimes she worries me. She's so young and strong-minded and daring.

Oh she'll be alright. What about the rest of the family?

We'll see.

You go and talk to her. ─ Why pick on me?

Because I'm the boss.

How do you do, Miss Delaney?

How do you do.

This is an interesting thing.

I don't seem to recognise the brushwork though. Whose is it?

It's an unknown artist. ─ Oh, a new man?

Yes.

My father just sent it from Germany.

What do you think of it?

I think it says something.

Don't you?

Quite. Quite.

I seem to feel a certain spiritual facility in it.

Don't you? ─ Why, yes.

Some artists, you know ..

Paint with their hands. Others, paint with their head.

What do you think this one painted with?

I wouldn't care to say.

I'll buy it. What's the price? I'll give you a thousand, cash.

No, Mrs Delaney. ─ You've promised it to someone else?

No, no. ─ Fifteen hundred, then?

I can tell a good painting when I see it.

I am sorry, Mrs Delaney, but that is not for sale.

I'll meet any reasonable price. Somebody has offered you two thousand, I suppose?

Oh no.

More? Twenty-five hundred?

Look here, three thousand.

Wait a minute. I know you're an honest man.

Has anyone offered you more than three thousand?

No.

Right. Three thousand it is, then.

I'm a very good client of yours, Mr Eisenstein.

It is only right that you let me make this little discovery.

Send it to my house at once. I'll give the messenger the check.

I wouldn't give that outrage to my worst enemy.

But I am sure father sent it only for a joke.

Put it in the cellar, Heinrich.

Maybe if she doesn't see it the next time she comes, she'll forget about it.

Alright.

I was going to write your father a letter today anyhow.

I think I'll start off with a few things he won't forget in a hurry.

Max and I used to come here years ago. ─ Yes?

It's changed. ─ Has it?

Well .. I've been living in Munich for 25 years and I've ..

Never been here before.

I don't see a waiter.

This is probably an off hour.

Well anyway .. listen.

"Mrs Delaney is making my life miserable trying to buy the ugly Venus you sent."

You know, I sent him a very bad painting. A nightmare in oil.

A very wealthy connoisseur is trying to bully him to take 3,000 dollars for it.

Max is fighting to the last ditch.

Good old honest Max.

Yes. Personally, he says ..

"I think you and I are lucky we have such a sound following for the gallery."

That's admonishing me to be more careful in the future.

Well, that's all for that .. and .. oh.

"Who is this Adolph Hitler who seems to be rising to power in Germany?"

"I do not like what I read of it."

Good afternoon, Herr Schultz.

Oh .. Herr Baron.

Good afternoon.

Would you come and sit with us?

This is my friend, Professor Schmidt.

Baron von Friesche. ─ Baron.

May I take your things? ─ Thank you.

So, he doesn't like what he reads, hmm?

Oh .. oh, the letter?

It is my partner Max Eisenstein in the United States.

Does he know the conditions he doesn't like?

Oh no, no.

It's just what he reads in the American papers.

I find that hard to understand.

I myself would hesitate to form conclusions without first-hand evidence.

You must set him right.

I suppose it isn't easy for a foreigner ..

To understand the agonies our people have suffered since the treaty of Versailles.

What years of less and less bread ..

Of leaner bodies .. of the end of hope.

Oh, thank you.

The quicksand of despair held us.

And then just before we died, a man came and pulled us out.

You are a native of Munich, Herr Professor?

Well ..

You have witnessed this deliverance?

If it is a deliverance.

You know there is a surge, my friend.

A surge.

Our whole despair has been thrown aside like a forgotten coat.

No longer do we wrap ourselves in shame.

What can be wrong about a man who affects people so?

If people are hungry they don't care what kind of a man it is who gives them bread.

We of Germany have found our destiny.

The future sweeps towards us in an overwhelming wave.

I wish we could be sure that the wave would not engulf us.

And sweep us on to destruction.

We must go with it, Herr Schultz.

The days of hopelessness and stagnation are over.

Our movement needs the sympathy and help of all right-thinking men.

Men of substance, Herr Schultz.

Leaders who can command respect in the Fatherland.

They are the men who will rise with the new Germany.

The others ..?

[ Soldiers singing ]

Come here a moment.

That's what I mean.

Chins up.

Heads high.

Strength through joy.

You see, Herr Schultz?

Martin.

Aren't they pretty.

Even in California we never had better flowers.

Very good, darling.

I have wonderful news.

We have been invited to dinner.

The Baron von Fleischer.

When? ─ Tonight.

Oh, isn't that a shame.

Just when Grandma and Herman and Otto are coming.

Oh.

Well, maybe he'll ask us again.

Well.

The Baron is a very important man.

Why, indeed he is.

And it's a great honor, his invitation.

But I asked Mama and the boys a week ago.

It is too bad, Martin. But there is nothing we can do.

Oh my goodness, they are probably on their way now.

You had better hurry and change.

We'll dine at the Baron's.

"I tell you Max, I think in many ways, Hitler .."

"Is good for Germany."

"The man is like an electric shock."

"Strong as only a great orator and a zealot can be."

"It is true that his Brownshirt troops are of the rabble."

"They pillage and have started the bad Jew-baiting."

"But these may be minor things."

"The little surface scum when the big movement boils up."

"The old despair has been thrown aside like a forgotten coat."

"A leader is found."

"Yet sometimes, cautiously to myself I ask:"

"A leader to where?"

"Publicly as is natural, I expressed no doubt."

"I am now an official and a worker in the new regime."

"I exhort very loud indeed."

"All officials who cherish those things want to join the national socialists."

"But this is not only expedience."

"There is something more."

"The feeling that we of Germany have found our destiny."

"And that the future sweeps towards us in an overwhelming .."

"Wave."

"We must move with it."

"Of course there are wrongs being done."

"The storm troopers are having their moment of victory."

"And there are bloody heads and sad hearts to show for it."

"But these things pass."

"If the end in view is right."

"They pass and are forgotten."

"History writes a clean, new page."

A clean, new page.

Yes, I've heard of that page.

And how they deal with people who will not join that overwhelming wave.

Floggings!

Quarts of castor-oil through clenched teeth.

The people who disappear.

I wish Griselle were back here.

Hello Franz. Anybody home? Uncle Martin around?

Yes. In the study, Miss Griselle. ─ Oh, thank you.

Uncle Martin.

I was looking for uncle Martin. ─ Martin Schulz?

Yes.

He just stepped out for a moment.

I am a friend of your uncle's

Baron von Fleischer.

How do you do?

I'm Griselle Stone.

The actress.

Oh yes.

Griselle!

Why didn't you let us know? ─ I didn't know myself until tonight.

I've taken a part in Berlin.

Oh wonderful. That's fine.

You've met the Herr Baron, haven't you? ─ We introduced ourselves.

You know, she is determined to become a very great actress.

I am sure she will be.

Thank you.

Well, you're probably talking about something important.

Where is aunt Elsa?

Upstairs, but you'd better call out as you go up or she'll faint with surprise.

Alright. I will.

Aunt Elsa!

A very charming girl.

She is studying in Vienna you know.

Oh ..

I never saw a woman yet who didn't leave things strewn all over the house.

"G E"

Am I mistaken?

I understood your niece to say her name was "Stone".

"Griselle Stone".

Oh .. oh yes. Oh, that's her stage name.

Her real name is "Eisenstein".

"Eisenstein"?

Well, she's not my real my niece, you know. She is ..

She is the daughter of my partner in San Francisco.

Jewish?

Why yes but ..

Oh .. your partner?

The man who's letter you were reading that day in the Beer cellar?

Yes.

I am sure I don't need to tell you how vital this question is to us in Germany.

But the daughter of a very old friend? I mean ..

I must be going.

You are going to have to choose, Herr Schulz.

You can't sit on two stools at once.

At least, not here in Germany.

I understand.

"Dear Max."

"We must for the present discontinue writing to each other."

"You will understand I know .."

"That it is impossible for me to be in correspondence with a man of your race."

"Even if it were not that I have an official position to maintain."

A letter from Father? ─ Yes, yes.

It isn't bad news, is it? ─ No.

"We rise in our might."

"We go singing through our valleys with strong muscles tingling."

"Tingling for a new work."

"And from the mountains, ring the voices of Votan and Thor .."

"The old strong Gods of the German race."

What in the world is he talking about?

I don't know.

May I look at that?

"I must for the present discontinue writing to you."

"You will understand I know .."

"That it is impossible for me to be in correspondence with a man of your race."

He must be insane.

No. There is a new censorship in Germany, Heinrich.

You must remember that.

I am certain your father was writing this for the censor, not for me.

I have written a few things in my own letters that may cause him embarrassment.

It's no more than right that he wants the officials to think that he doesn't agree.

But there is still a way that we can exchange letters.

Without their having to go through the censor.

Say, boy.

You!

Look.

I don't want to upset the new order, but ..

How about letting me in there now, huh?

Don't I get a little time off for good behavior?

It is impossible to see Herr Schulz without an appointment.

Yeah, I know. But this is extremely important.

I am sorry .. if you care to tell me your business ..

I can't do that. It's a very personal matter.

Wait.

Has it occurred to you that Schulz may get pretty sore if you don't let me in?

Now you go in and tell him there is a man out here from San Francisco.

And I'll bet you a steel engraving of Adolph Hitler ..

Suitably framed .. that he'll see me.

You may go in.

You see .. what did I tell you?

You wish to see me? ─ Yes.

I'm a friend of Max Eisenstein's. We're neighbors back home.

I am .. ─ Yes?

You are Martin Schulz?

I am.

You are a partner of Max's in San Francisco?

I was associated with him at one time.

He asked me to give you this.

In person.

Thank you.

Okay .. Kraut.

"Martin, my old friend."

"I am sending this by a neighbor who plans to visit Munich shortly."

"I cannot believe what I read in the last letter you sent."

"I am sure you wrote as you did only from fear of the censor."

"I do not write now because I doubt you."

"I know that you have not changed."

"That you hate injustice and violence as much as I do."

"But there's so much madness in the world today that I need a word of reassurance."

"You must give me that word, Martin."

"I do not ask for a long letter, Martin."

"Nothing that will embarrass you and the office of censorship."

"Just one word will do."

"The word: "

"Yes."

"The answer is: No."

I can't believe he is my father.

What are you going to do?

I am going to cable Griselle to get out of Germany. Now.

Wait.

A letter will do as well.

With a maniac like that loose in Germany I don't want her to stay another minute.

This is an important day in Griselle's life, Heinrich.

She has dreamed of it for a long time.

Yes .. I suppose she will be nervous enough tonight.

Without any cables from me.

We don't want to do anything to upset the leading lady you know.

We will write to her.

One moment, ladies. I am sure I don't need to remind you.

Since we open tonight, if we don't get it right now, we'll not get another chance.

Please, ladies .. hurry up, girls.

Let's try it again.

Ready, Miss Stone?

Ready, Herr Direktor.

Alright. Start again.

Herr Direktor

Stop. ─ Thank you.

By order of the Department of Censorship ..

The following line should be deleted from this play.

Oh yes.

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."

Oh yes.

"Blessed are the peacemakers."

"For they shall be called the Children of God."

"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake."

"For theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven."

So. ─ But look here.

If you cut these passages out.

It destroys the meaning.

I am sure you will be able to solve that difficulty.

You artists.

What is wrong with the lines? ─ They are not acceptable.

They aren't even the author's. ─ I am aware of that.

There is no need for you to concern yourself Herr Direktor ..

With anything except to see these lines aren't spoken from this stage again.

Those are your government's orders.

Disobedience is treason.

Can that little man do this?

Yes .. I am afraid he can.

Blessed are the poor in spirit.

For theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

Blessed are they that mourn.

For they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek.

For they shall inherit the earth.

Stop!

Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst for righteousness.

For they shall be filled.

Stop, I say!

Stop!

Blessed are the merciful.

For they shall obtain ..

I demand that this performance cease!

Stop, I say!

Herr Direktor!

The Direktor had nothing to do with this.

I am the one who restored those lines.

Oh .. you are?

And.

Please forgive this interruption.

Today at rehearsal, this man came here ..

And ordered us to delete from our play the lines which I have just spoken.

I disobeyed him because I believe he exceeded his authority.

I do not believe that your government desires to censor the word of God.

I do not believe that your government or any government ..

Wants to censor goodness ..

And gentleness .. and truth.

Fräulein.

What is your name?

Griselle.

You would do well to remain where are, Herr Direktor.

Well, Fräulein?

Or is it a secret?

You know my name.

Griselle Stone.

No, Fräulein.

I mean your real name.

The name you have kept secret.

My real name is "Eisenstein".

I see.

"Eisenstein".

I changed it because it was not a good name for the theater.

It was too long. It didn't look well in lights.

Juden!

Yes, Juden!

Juden!

It is a word you hear a great deal in your country lately, isn't it.

"Juden". The letter "J" painted on a door.

As if by calling a man a Jew you ..

You robbed him of his humanity.

As if you took away our hands and eyes.

Our power to love and hate with just that one word.

Juden!

No, no. I'm not going ..

Take here away!

I'm not afraid of them.

No. I won't run away.

Let me go.

Please.

They are cowards.

I won't run away.

No!

Let me in. Open this door.

Open this door!

"For the sake of our friendship, Martin. .."

"And for the sake of the love your son bears Griselle, you must help her."

"I know that wherever she may be if she is still alive and free .."

"She will try to get to your house."

"I must hope that God will let her succeed."

"Heinrich and I commend her to your care, old friend."

"Our prayers are with you both."

[ Door knocks ]

[ Door knocks ]

Griselle.

[ German language ]

[ German language ]

Go away. You will destroy us all, Griselle.

Alright.

Halt!

Halt!

[ Griselle screams ]

[ Gunshots! ]

Griselle?

Let this be a lesson to you, Mr Eisenstein.

Never try to hide a masterpiece from a connoisseur.

You like my picture?

It sure don't look much like you.

A letter for you Mr Eisenstein from Germany.

Did you hear what I just said to that dame?

She says to me: "Did I like her picture"?

And I says: "It sure don't look much like you".

And it sure didn't.

"Dear Max. Heil Hitler."

"I regret I have bad news for you."

"Your daughter is dead."

"Dear Max .. Heil Hitler."

"I regret I have bad news for you."

"Your daughter is .."

"Dead."

Adolph Martin Schulz.

I baptize thee in the name ..

Of the Father.

And of the Son.

And of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Protect, dear Lord.

The life of this little child and keep him ever as thy own for Jesus' sake.

The blessing of almighty God, the Father.

The Son and the Holy Ghost be with you all.

Amen.

To look at you Elsa, you would hardly know this is a Christening.

How long is this to go on?

Nothing is going to spoil the day for him.

Look at the little chap.

He has a fine new name.

Nothing in this world that I could have done would have helped Griselle.

If I brought her into the house it would have meant perhaps that all of us ..

Take your hand off me, Martin.

I hope I am not intruding.

Oh no, no. Not at all.

Come in.

A cablegram just came for you.

I thought it might be important. ─ Oh, thank you.

Pardon me.

As handsome a young man. I congratulate you both.

Perhaps I should say the three of you? ─ Thank you.

Thank you.

You sound tired.

Five fine boys here.

And one in America.

You have done more than your duty.

You must rest a while.

I think when the baby is old enough to travel, I may go away.

Perhaps to Switzerland.

That should be very nice.

Not bad news I hope.

No.

Not at all.

A message of congratulations to little Adolph.

Shall we go into the other room?

I mustn't forget I am the host and the father, you know.

Come in.

The mail, sir.

Put it down here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Herr Schulz.

Have you got the mail, sir? ─ There was nothing.

Nothing important.

"Heinrich, my son."

"I am writing to you because there is no-one else who can help me."

"That crazy cable. These letters in code."

"Another one has just come. Now, even the servants look at me in a strange way."

"Only if you lived in Germany could you see what will happen unless they stop."

"As you are my son, Heinrich, you must see that there are no more."

"You must go to any lengths .."

"As you are my son."

Good afternoon, Herr Baron.

How are you, Franz?

Is Herr Schulz at home? ─ Yes, Herr Baron. In the study.

Won't you come right in?

Herr Baron von Friesche, sir.

Why .. Herr Baron.

What a delightful surprise.

I thought you were in Berlin. ─ I got back this afternoon.

Oh.

I haven't been home yet.

Why you ..?

You stopped to see me first? ─ Yes.

Well, sit down.

Won't you have a drink? ─ Thank you. I'll only stay a minute.

I have some of your favorite Schnapps.

Did you have a pleasant journey?

Not too bad.

I ran into a friend of yours. ─ Oh?

Who was it?

Oh, he's an artist, I believe.

By the way, that was your line wasn't it? Before you came to Germany?

Paintings and so forth?

Yes.

And have you sent back a great many ..

Picassos and Cézannes and things since you have been here?

A few.

Thank you.

Prost. ─ Prost.

You know, Martin.

It is illegal in Germany ..

To send or receive letters written in code.

Yes, I understand that.

By the way, that friend of mine you said you met in Berlin.

Oh yes.

A chap named Otto Burkholtz.

I know no-one by that name.

Really?

Are you sure?

Of course. Of course I am sure.

Martin.

You wondered why I stopped in to see you before I went to my own house.

I thought perhaps you might have something to tell me.

Something to tell you?

I don't understand.

There is nothing you want to talk to me about?

No. Nothing.

Well, I suppose I should be getting on.

I want a bath and a rest before dinner.

Thanks for the drink.

You know, I like this so much better than that imported stuff.

And I don't think it is only a matter of patriotism either.

It's just that with liquor that has crossed the ocean ..

There is always .. something.

A taste of something foreign.

[ Door knocks ]

Yes?

Mail, sir.

Franz.

Will you get my hat and coat, please. ─ Yes, Herr Baron.

That is what I was talking about.

Why did you interrupt us?

Why did you bring that letter in there?

I thought you would want it, sir.

It was from America.

"Max .. do you know what you do?"

"I shall have to try to smuggle this letter out."

"I write an appeal from a despair you cannot imagine."

"This crazy cable. These letters you have sent."

"I am called in to account for them."

"They demand I give them the code."

"The code."

"Already the results of your madness are terrible."

"I am bluntly told I must resign my office."

"In the name of Heaven, Max. Do you see what that means?"

"Do you know what it is to be taken to a concentration camp?"

"Would you stand me against a wall and level a gun?"

"I beg of you: stop."

Have we got everything?

So you are off, huh? ─ Yes.

Elsa.

I know why you are going away.

I know things have changed between us.

Will you do something for me?

What?

When you get across the border into Switzerland.

Will you mail this letter.

Why are you writing to Max? ─ It is very important.

What have you to say to him?

You can send it by the post. ─ Elsa.

I cannot send it by the post.

I am being watched.

Those letters from Max are destroying me.

Martin.

If you need me.

If I can help you.

Perhaps I should stay with you?

No .. you must go. This letter must go.

Here.

Auf wiedersehen, Martin. ─ Goodbye, Elsa.

[ Door knocks ]

[ Door knocks ]

Why, Herr Baron.

Good evening. Come in.

Come in.

I want to talk to you.

Why, of course.

Close the door.

Why .. no one will hear us.

I have dismissed the servants.

I warn you, Herr Schulz.

If that is your name.

I told you it was a crime in Germany to send or receive letters in code.

Perhaps I should have added that it is treason ..

To try to smuggle such letters out of the country.

What do you mean?

Last night your wife was stopped at the Swiss border.

She had a letter addressed to San Francisco ..

Which she destroyed before we could read it.

I thought perhaps you might care to tell me the contents.

That was for Max.

I begged him not to write to me anymore.

That letter proved I am innocent.

If you had only read it.

But surely Elsa must have told you?

You questioned her, didn't you?

We allowed her to go on into Switzerland.

She is a simple, rather stupid woman after all.

Harmless enough I dare say, without you.

But I tell you the whole thing was a plot to destroy me.

There was no code really.

That's all it ever was you see.

You received a cablegram the day of the Christening.

You said it was a message of congratulations to little Adolph.

That was a lie.

If it was a plot, why didn't you tell us?

I thought you wouldn't understand.

Ha.

You have gone to a great deal of trouble with your story.

But I should call it rather ingenious ..

Than convincing.

Herr Schulz.

I give you a last chance to name your accomplices.

But Herr Baron, I ..

There were no accomplices.

I .. I am innocent.

If .. if .. you could only have ..

Questioned Elsa, I am sure you would have believed her.

We will question you.

You are foolhardy, my dear friend.

I shall go.

But there will be others come to question you.

And they will not be as gentle as I.

Our government has very little patience with its enemies.

You might still save yourself.

But I told you the truth.

Very well.

Auf wiedersehen, Herr Baron.

Goodbye, Herr Schulz.

Herr Bäron.

And I advise you not to make any plans to leave.

"Martin."

"Griselle, Martin. Griselle."

"Griselle, Martin. Griselle."

"Griselle, Griselle."

[ German language ]

Jawohl.

Hey .. another one from Germany.

You and Germany ought to get together, Mr Eisenstein.

Sometimes they find who you're writing to, and sometimes they don't.

They probably ain't got a system like we got.

We don't send any letters back "Address Unknown."

Not unless we've tried everything.

I mean, thät's the Germans for you.

I don't understand. I didn't send Martin this letter.

I haven't written him since ..

T-G