All language subtitles for (scene-rls.net) Funeral In Berlin (1966)

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Who's that playing
the piano with his elbows?

I don't know.

Coffee, love. Coffee.

That was a recording
of Mozart's "Concerto in A Major"

for piano and orchestra,
played by Viktor Bajevski,

the young East German virtuoso
who made headlines yesterday

with his daring escape
over the Berlin Wall.

Escape? They probably paid him to leave.
Hold on a minute.

...written in verse on a postcard...

- Hello?
- - Round Robin calling Chaffinch.

Chaffinch, are you receiving me?

What do you want, Chico?

Please observe
security procedure.

On a Saturday morning,
are you mad?

Bald Eagle wants to
see you urgently at his place.

Look, he's expecting you
at 1200 hours.

Tell Ross...

...I'll be late.

Really work on the
insubordinate bit, don't you?

You're useless in the kitchen.
Why don't you go back to bed?

Shan't be long now,
Mrs. Mead.

Mrs. Ross?
My name's Palmer.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
My husband's expecting you.

Darling. Your Mr. Palmer.

- Morning, sir!
- Good afternoon, Palmer.

Darling, I'm taking the Bentley.

- To the butcher?
- Yes, Mini's had

- a nervous breakdown.
- Try not to get blood

- all over the coachwork.
- How can you work for that
dreadful man?

Loyalty.

- I like weeds.
- Yes, they're easy to grow.

Not at all.

You have to keep
the flowers out,

defend the strong
against the weak.

You know, a garden should
be like a country lane,
a place you can walk in.

Not one of those things
with flower beds laid out
like a cemetery.

I agree.
Why did you send for me?

- Thistles.
- I beg your pardon?

I've got a lot of thistles.
They attract butterflies.

You should see this place
in the summertime.

Stok. Colonel Stok, KGB.

Russian Intelligence,
Berlin Sector.

In charge of the Wall,
unofficially.

- You've been working
since your promotion?
- Yes, sir.

- Well, I want to get on in life.
- Yes.

Colonel Stok
is thinking of defecting.

- Do we want him?
- Yes, Palmer.

Where did you get this
piece of dubious
information from, sir?

- Berlin. Johnnie Vulkan.
- Ah, yes.

I'll deal with this
first thing Monday morning.

Your plane leaves
at 3:30 this afternoon.

Hallam of H.O.
will give you a passport.

He's at 62 Wallington Road.

- Have you ever thought of it, sir?
- What, Palmer?

Defecting.

I have.

- Have you found my cat?
- No, you've won the pools.

Ah, Ross's little man.
Was that meant to be a password,
or simply a joke?

I didn't recognize you,
dear boy, in that gear.

- Have you a shilling?
- Eh?

- For the meter.
- I'll see.

I seem to have run out again.

Thank you.

I know I can pay you back.

I've got a jar of coppers...

...somewhere...

Mm... somewhere.

Never mind, forget it.

- I came for the passport.
- I know, dear boy.

- Have some tea.
- I've got a plane to catch.

- You been back long?
- Where from?

- China.
- Is that another joke?

Very hush-hush.

I hope you appreciate this.

One of my lads stayed
on till two in the morning
to get this ready for you.

- Dorf?
- What's wrong with that?

- Edmund Dorf?
- All the best Englishmen

have foreign names.
Much more convincing.

I'm sorry, I just don't feel
like an Edmund Dorf.

Charming.
What do you feel like?

Rock Hunter.
Can't I be Rock Hunter?

No, you aren't the type.
You'll take what you get.

All right, as long as it's not
one of those useless
Foreign Office forgeries.

I know what you mean,
my dear boy.

The chap at the F.O.
does it with his feet!

Have a cup of tea.

- Darjeeling!
- No, thanks, I've got to go.

Give my love to Berlin!

I was there with Monty in '45.

So that's why
the Germans surrendered.

- Yes?
- That's mine,
that's mine, and this is mine.

Will you open this one, please?

They're samples.
They're all samples.

Um, I'm a salesman.

- You see?
- OK, then. Thank you.

- Mr. Dorf?
- Yes?

On behalf of the company,
welcome to Berlin.

- May I help you?
- Yes, please.

- Did you have a pleasant flight?
- Yes, thank you very much.

Harry Palmer,
it's good to see you.

You too, you old Kraut.

- Yours?
- Yeah.

So this is what you did
with your share of the plunder.

Nice polish, but getting old.
Like you.

- She's got a great engine.
- How's yours?

I keep in shape.

By the way, Harry, I never
had a chance to thank you

for covering for me
on that NAAFI deal.

- How did you beat the rap?
- I didn't.

It was either jail
or work for Ross.

He thought that a crook of my
caliber would be wasted inside.

He was right.
Your idea was brilliant.

So brilliant, I'm still
on suspended sentence!

Her Majesty's government
seems to be doing good business.

If you're going to have a cover,
it might as well be profitable.

- I won't ask where the profits go.
- It's only pocket money.

Yeah, I believe that about
as much as I believe that crazy
Colonel Stok story of yours.

He has as much intention
of defecting as you have.

- He convinced me.
- Really?

You'll get a chance
to make up your own mind.

I've arranged
for you to meet Stok.
You're going to the East.

- Remember, you're Edmund Dorf.
- How can I forget?

- You have the address?
- Yep.

And my Luger pistol,
and my cyanide pills
and my inflatable Batman suit.

59 Marx-Engels-Platz.

Wait here.

Me British.

You Tarzan.

Admit I scared you, English.

- I'm Colonel Stok.
- Good afternoon.

I'm sorry about arresting you.
Have some tea.

It was a simple device
to avoid suspicion.

As usual,
there is no milk today.

And so Russian tea was invented.

All right, Colonel Stok,
I'm listening.

You are in a hurry!

We must get to know
each other, English,

if we are going
to trust each other.

I wish to defect.
But there are conditions.

- What do you want?
- I want colonel's pay for life.

- Don't we all?
- A house in the country.

- Oh. How many bedrooms?
- Bedrooms do not matter,

but I must have a big garden.
I'm a peasant at heart

and I want to grow roses
in my old age.

In England, roses are out,
weeds are in.

- Is that all?
- That is all.

- I want comfort and security.
- You've got all that in Russia now.

Ah, in Russia, there is
no place for an old Bolshevik.

In my job,
I've made too many enemies.

What about your family?

My wife died
in a German air raid in 1941.

My only son hasn't written
to me in three years.

What would you do
in my position?

I'd stop telling lies,
for a start.

You have no son
and your wife is in Kiev

with your daughter Katya.

I know everything about you,
Colonel Stok.

From the size
of your refrigerator

to the cubic capacity
of your mistress.

You haven't brought me all this
way just to tell a sob story.

Let's stop quarreling, English.

- Do you play chess?
- Yes.

But I prefer a game with a
better chance of cheating.

I like you, English.

You're not as stupid
as you look.

I wanted to see
how well you were trained.

- "Train hard, fight easy."
- Ah! You quote Marshal Suvorov.

Bravo!

But my offer
is perfectly serious.

My wall has been penetrated too
many times in the last year.

And last week, when a piano
player flew over in a bucket...

- That's too much.
- You mean politically or musically?

I did not arrest you
for a joke, English.
I must go, and soon.

I should have thought that
of all people, you would know
a way of crossing the Wall.

My department is being investigated.
I'm being watched!

When the axe is falling, there
is no use pleading not guilty.

And for you,
it is a propaganda victory.

- My name is worth a headline.
- We get plenty of Russians.

It's a pity you're not Chinese.

Will you cooperate?
Information?

Yes, but there are limits.
I'm not a traitor.

I'm still a good Communist.

If you won't have me,
I'll go to the Americans.

Why don't you go to the Americans?
They have more money.

Ah! Who wants
to live in America?

They are just Russians
in pressed trousers.

Revolutionaries gone decadent.

All right, I'll
make my report to London.

I'll tell them that you
talk well and lie badly.

- Uh, one thing more.
- Yes?

I must have a foolproof
method of escape. Foolproof.

Organized by a professional,
like Otto Kreutzman.

- Kreutzman?
- Yes! He's organized

all the most important escapes.

He's responsible for my troubles.
Now let him get me out.

Good afternoon, Colonel.

I've instructed the guards
to escort you back.

- Worried about me?
- Not much.

- Where have you been?
- Playing chess.

Monica, this is Edmund Dorf.
He's English.

I like England.

England likes you.

- She has a friend.
- Several, I should think.

No, Lowenbrau, please.

The Wall doesn't seem
to have hurt business at all.

We're doing all right.
You see the man there
in the plaid jacket?

He sells escape stories to
editors in the Middle West.

The guy with a head in his hands
imports Zeiss cameras from the East.

They all make a great living
out of the Wall.

Which one's Kreutzman?

- Are you innocent or just stupid?
- Stupid.

- You don't use
Kreutzman's name in there!
- All right.

- But can he get Colonel Stok out?
- If anyone can.

I want to see him.

If something goes wrong,
you'll end up in the canal.

- Would you find him, please?
- It'll take time.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- Oh, you are English.
You just took my taxi.

- I ordered it. Ask him.
- Is that all?

Well, either you
wait for the next taxi...

...or I will.

I'm in no hurry.

Thank you.

- Which way are you going?
- To the Am Zoo.

Oh, the Kurfurstendamm.
It's on my way.
I can drop you.

- Come on.
- Thank you.

- What's the beer for?
- Oh, my hair.

It's better, if you want body.

- You with the Press Convention?
- No, I'm in underwear.

Oh! Kinky!
I'm in the trade, too.

Like it?

Looks very expensive.

It's murder!
I've just been modeling it.

- Know anybody in Berlin?
- No.

I'll take you to a party.

My name is Samantha Steel.
Some people call me Sam.

Edmund Dorf.
Some people call me Edna.

- Where's the party?
- Oh, that's later.

Oh, don't mind the mess.

I'm a terrible slob.

That's one thing
about living alone.

- You can be a...
- Slob, yes.

Fix a drink. I just want
to get out of this creation.

Take your coat off.

The whisky's by the bookcase.

- I like that.
- Thank you.

- Where did you get it?
- Israel.

- What were you doing there?
- I lived there for a while
with my husband.

If you can call it living.
I was in the army half the time.

- Oh, I see.
- What's the matter?

- Are you anti-Semitic or something?
- No.

- Only anti-husband.
- I left him there.

He's in the desert somewhere,
making fish ponds.

- If you need ice, it's in the fridge.
- Thank you.

- Do you take ice?
- Yes, please.

Ed?

When I'm clean,
I'll fix us up some dinner.

Inspector Reinhardt.
Do you find me physically
attractive, irresistible?

I mean, if you
saw me in the street,

would you throw yourself
at my feet?

Corporal Palmer.

Oh, ja, I was told about Dorf,
but I didn't know it was you.

I should have guessed.

So crooked, they had
to put you in Intelligence.

- It was my sex appeal, actually.
- Ah.

Who thinks you're irresistible?

She says her name
is Samantha Steel.

It means nothing.
I'll check if you like.

- Aged about 24.
- Present address?

- 24 Leitzenseeufer.
- Lietzenseeufer.

She picked me up last night,
and with my irresistible charm...

I wanna know why
and who she's working for.

If I find anything,
I'll let you know.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,

is Otto Rukel still in business?

- The housebreaker? Yes.
- And out of jail?

This is a
central police station,

not an employment bureau
for criminals.

- Is he?
- Yes, he is.

Go home soon.

- Hello?
- Sam, this is Edna.

Good morning, darling.

I'm afraid I can't make lunch,

but will you have
dinner with me this evening?

- Sounds lovely.
- I thought you'd like that.

- Will you pick me up? Here?
- About eight?

Fine. Bye-bye.

- Does he suspect you?
- Why on earth should he?

Come in.

Oh, no!

You've been burgled!

My pearls. They've gone.

- Were they insured?
- No.

They were beautiful.
They were my mother's.

- What about the rest
of your jewelry?
- It's all junk.

- Is there anything else missing?
- No.

No. That appears to be all.

Well, maybe we scared him off.

Oh, look at the mess here!

I'd like to get my hands
on the pig who did this.

- Look at all this!
- Guess what?

We'll have a drink
and then I'll help you clear up.

Here you are.

Otto Rukel, wake up.

What have you been doing?
I've been waiting for you
for three hours!

Did she hire you
to do me as well?

Me? It's an amateur job.

The top drawer was opened first.

- Did you find anything?
- She gets $300 a week

from the Discount Bank
in Geneva.

She has a United States passport
in the name of Samantha Steel,

an Austrian passport
in the name of Anna Stein,

an Israeli passport
in the name of Hanna Stahl.

Lists of men, names, addresses.

- In the wall safe?
- Ja, in a diary.

Names and addresses,
how much money they've got.

Not one less
than a million marks!

Where's the diary?

But you told me not
to take anything.

I was photographing it
when you rang.

Where's the film?

- Where's my money?
- Sell the pearls you stole.

What pearls?
I took nothing, Harry!
You told me not to.

- Really, Otto?
- On my honor, Harry.

Here you are.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Otto.

Any time, Harry.

- Hello?
- Kreutzman will be
in touch with you tonight.

Meet me at
the Chernous at 11:00.

- Chez what?
- The Chernous. It's a nightclub.

OK. See you.

- Hi, Johnnie.
- Hello, Ed.

- Samantha Steel,
Johnnie Vulkan.
- Hello.

Very happy to meet you,
Samantha.

- Edith, this is Edmund Dorf.
- Hello.

Hi. I'll just get rid of this.

- What's he saying?
- He's...

Telephone.

Hello, Dorf speaking.

Hello?

Hello?

Follow the man

with the green carnation.

- We're on, Johnnie.
Keep Samantha amused.
- OK.

See you later, love.

Mr. Dorf.

Vulkan tells us you want
to move a body, Mr. Dorf.

- Correct.
- Place of origin?

Dresden. But we can get him to
East Berlin any time you like.

- Dead or alive?
- Alive.

- Willing or unwilling?
- Willing.

- Conscious or unconscious.
- Conscious.

- Nationality?
- Why don't you give me
a form to fill in?

- Who's your client?
- That's our business.

That affects our price.
How old is he?

- Sixty-five.
- You've made a mistake,
Mr. Dorf.

If he's over 60,
he can cross the Wall legally.

And you don't need us.

Unless he's being watched.

That affects our price.

£35,000 or $100,000.

Half in advance,
half on delivery.

You're joking!
There's an appropriation
of $60,000 for this job.

Take it or leave it.

Very well, 60, if you
can give us a set
of genuine documents

answering to this description.

- Why do you want these?
- That's our business.

- I'll have to check with London.
- Do that.

Good night, Mr. Dorf.

Good night, Mr. Kreutzman.

Good night, Mr. Palmer.

- Come on, Harry,
you'll miss your plane.
- Forget it, Johnnie.

I've changed my mind.
I'll leave tomorrow.

I still don't trust
that Russian comic.

Find Stok and tell him
we're moving him tonight.

- Tonight?
- I'm calling that Russian's bluff.

He won't be there,
and then perhaps Ross
will stop wasting my time.

Where shall
I tell him to meet you?

I know.

There's been a hitch.

It's off for tonight.

- Off?
- Sorry.

It was a trick!
You do not believe me.

You dare to play games?
I'm being watched.

- You can get us both killed!
- I didn't think you'd show up.

It does not matter
what you think.

Your Colonel Ross will decide.

Good night.

Admit I scared you, Russian.

The pigeons never come,
do they, sir?

God preserve us from halfwits!

Stok should have
sent you to Siberia.

If he hadn't turned up,
we would have saved £20,000.

Yes.

I've read your T-105, Palmer.

Entertaining,
but slightly pornographic.

The fact you pick up a girl
doesn't make her a spy.

It was she
who picked me up, sir.

Well, you have to say that to get
it on expenses, don't you, Palmer?

- Ah, there is something else.
- Yes? What is it?

That £800 loan without
interest to buy my own car.

Yes.

"Yes," I want it,
or "yes," I can have it?

Yes, everything they
say about you is true.
Get out of here.

Go back to Berlin.

I don't care much
for Berlin, sir.

You're liable
to get your head shot off.

That's what you're
paid for, isn't it, Palmer?

Yes, sir.

But if you're worried,
send Babcock in

with a chit and I'll give you
a signature for a pistol.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Babcock.

He wants an armory chit.

If he thinks I need a pistol,
I need a coffin.

I'll be glad to give you one.

- Who is Samantha Steel?
- T-105s are confidential.

Haven't you read the
Official Secrets Act?

- How was the weather in Berlin?
- Cold.

- I can make it tonight.
- Not tonight you can't.

You're going straight back
to Berlin at 11:00.

- Good morning, Alice. 11:00?
- Yes. Tickets.

Expenses.

$68,000.

For which you have to sign,
Mr. Palmer.

They're still working
on your photographs.

What about my request
for documents?

Passed to H.O. Mr. Hallam
will see you in 20 minutes.

Right. Thank you, Chico.

Come in.

- Hallam?
- Ah, Rock Hunter!
Come in, dear boy.

Here we are,
"Special Import Licenses."

We call all requests
for documents
"Special Import Licenses."

- Very quaint.
- I'm very proud of these.

Very hush-hush. They match
your German's list to a T.

He's very lucky.
It wasn't easy.

Uh, I...

I seem to have
run short of cigarettes.

- Do you want a French one?
- No. Never mind.

Well, where were we?

Ah, birth certificate
of one Paul Louis Broum.

Inoculation for smallpox.
Do you read German?

No, but I do have
a plane to catch.

I know you have
a plane to catch.

Certificate of graduation
with academia,

commission in the army,
death certificate.

We won't need that.

Now, shall we resurrect him?

- How long will that take?
- Patience, dear boy.

Now, to this dead Mr. Broum
we add one British passport,
naturalized.

Your client will know how
to put on the photo and stamp.

One driver's license, endorsed.

One insurance policy,
receipt for premium.

Diners Club credit card,
current.

And what have we got?

- A new Broum?
- Quite correct.

I thought so.

Signature, please.

- Rock... Hunter.
- Hm?

- Oh, another little joke.
- Yes. Good day.

Passengers
for British European Airways

flight 684 to Berlin
who have already checked in

may now board the
coach through gate seven.

You smoke too much, Chico.

Come into my office.

Bloody things are still wet.

Your German burglar
photographed everything.
That's why I took so long.

Now, these are Samantha Steel's
passports: Israeli, Austrian, American.

Photostats of everything
in her safe, and her diary.

Thank you, Round Robin.

How come you've picked
Paul Louis Broum's documents?

What an extraordinary question.

- I said, how come?
- I started at capital A,

then capital A small a,
and then Ab, and then Ac.

I went on until
I found what you needed.

Sometimes we start at Z and
work backwards, just for fun.

Are you sure this fellow's dead?

Dead? Of course he's dead.
His death certificate says so.

"Sometimes we start with Z and
work backwards, just for fun."

Oh, what a lovely surprise.

I thought you were
still in London.

I have a surprise for you, too.

Oh, am I glad you're back.

It's in here.

A present?

- Pearls?
- To replace the ones
that were stolen.

- Are they real?
- They cost a fortune.

Well, I'll take
better care of these.

- By the way, darling...
- Yes?

Did your burglar find
anything in my flat?

Nothing much. Did yours
find anything in mine?

- Yes.
- Oh?

Your stuff was too innocuous.
You know what I mean?

It was too good to be true.

I'll have to put that
in my next report.

What's your interest
in Paul Louis Broum?

None at all.

- Who is he?
- He's on our wanted list.

- Whose wanted list?
- Israeli Intelligence.

- Why is that?
- Because very soon,

German war criminals will no
longer have to face trial.

- Broum is dead.
- Every night,

some dead Nazi comes crawling
out of the woodwork!

I see, it's the old "eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth" bit.

No. There's a lot of hard cash
in Switzerland

that they stole from the Jews.

Israel is morally and
legally entitled to that money.

If we can stop people like
Broum from getting there first,

the Swiss have agreed
to hand it over.

So you turn out to be

a dedicated Zionist.

- A fanatic.
- Yes, you're absolutely right.

- Will you give me
those documents?
- No.

What in God's name
do you want them for?

Forget it, Sam,
I can't give them to you.

- Why not?
- I came here to do a job.

- I hope you're proud of it!
- It's a living.

Your rotten job and your lousy few pounds
a week, that's all you care about!

I'm explaining all this

because I think I'm
in love with you.

But there are things more
important to me than
my personal feelings.

Those Broum documents represent
over two million dollars to us.

We want that money.
We mean to get those papers,

even if we have
to kill you for them!

Now, get out!

Oh, by the way, is old
Klaus Berger still alive?

- The forger?
- Yeah, the forger.

I'd like to run you
out of Berlin, Palmer.

You and MI5
and the Deuxieme Bureau

and the CIA
and the rest of them.

Then I can do my job instead
of providing work for every forger,

confidence man, thief
and murderer in this town.

I agree, I agree, I agree.

But is old man Klaus
still alive?

The money?

And the documents?

You get those with
the second payment,

on delivery of my client.

As you wish.

Is your client still in Dresden?

No, we moved him to East Berlin.

- Ready to move
at short notice?
- Yes.

But I must have approval
of the details of your plan.

- That's our business.
- It's our money.

Meet me here tomorrow,
same time, up on the roof.

We've got what we wanted.

The operation has begun.

Begun? My client
hasn't approved.

He will.

My plans never fail,

and I personally will supervise.

I shall be there
from start to finish.

- It starts in the East.
- And I'll be there.

- You can go to East Berlin?
- It's only forbidden to West Berliners.

I'm not a Berliner.
I'm a West German.

What's your client's name?

That's our business.

Well, you'll contact your client
and tell him

he is to exactly follow
these instructions.

- Ross agreed.
- Of course!

- You move tomorrow.
- Yeah.

You are joking again, English.

- Not this time.
- Who is doing the job?

Kreutzman.

If there is a mistake, the
Grepos will be shooting at me.

That'll be nice.
You'll find out what it's
like to be an East German.

You are insolent!

Do you think this job,
this loathsome Wall,

is all I've done for Communism?

Does Smolensk mean anything
to you, or Stalingrad?

I look at your stupid face

and I think you
mean what you say.

I like you.
You're good at your job.

You need only one thing.

- What's that?
- A reason for doing it.

- I get paid.
- £30 a week? Is it worth it?

To be a tool of the generals?
A tool for making trouble?

Trouble makes arms,
arms make money.

When you get to England,
we'll give you a soapbox.

- You sure you want
to defect tomorrow?
- I told you,

I'm still a good Communist!
When a man leaves his wife,

he remembers his wedding night.

Communism was
the love of my youth.

And I've been faithful.
Until now.

I was with Antonov-Ovseenko
at the storming

of the Winter Palace in 1917.

You know what
that means in Russia?

Yes, I think so.

It means you're
an expendable hero.

That is good.

If I don't like the plan,
I won't come.

I think it should satisfy you.

It's a very expensive funeral.

- Final payment?
- He might suffocate
while you're counting it.

Get him out.

- He's pretty quiet in there, isn't he?
- He's all right.

We know our business.

- You're working
yourself to death, Harry.
- Yeah, well, I'm paying.

You bastard, you...

You double-crossing
English bastard!

- We'll kill you for this!
- Some other time.

- You planned this with Stok?
- Of course it was a plan,

but it was Stok's alone.
He wanted Kreutzman, and he won.

The rest of us are losers.
Cover the driver, Johnnie.

Now, get him out of here,
you two. Come on.

- Come on!
- Look out, Harry!

Kreutzman.

What has he got to do
with the Broum documents?

Ask him.

The driver hit you before I could
reach you. I'm sorry, Harry.

- Are you all right?
- No.

- Do you still have some
of that brandy?
- Sure.

Here.

- You won't need stitches.
- Oh, good.

What are you going
to tell London?

I don't know.

Let's get out of here.

I've got some fiction to write.

Palmer.

- Yes?
- Come with me, both of you.

- Where to?
- We're going to the Villa Grunewald.

Oh, who's giving a party?

So you paid £20,000
for Otto Kreutzman in a coffin.

Will you wait outside,
please, gentlemen?

You too, Vulkan.

Did they come all this way
to interrogate Stok, sir?

£20,000, down the drain!

- I almost saved ten
and the Broum documents...
- Broum documents?

- Not Paul Louis Broum?
- There you are.

You're doing it again, sir.

- Not telling me.
- What is there to tell?

You didn't have his name
in your T-105.

It didn't seem important
then, did it, sir?

- Colonel Ross?
- What?

I believe that Vulkan is
connected with this man Broum.

Brilliant, Palmer.

Vulkan is this man,
Paul Louis Broum.

Why do you think I had
so much confidence in him?

- Blackmail, sir?
- Broum was a guard at Belsen.

In 1944, he killed
a resistance worker

named Johnnie Vulkan
and took his identity.

Under his own name,
he'd be tried and shot.

Do you mean that Her Majesty's
government employs ex-Nazis, sir?

And thieves, Palmer.

Now, where are those documents?

- They've gone, sir.
- "They've gone, sir."

Yes, sir.

Well, if they have gone, Palmer,

that means I have
no hold over Vulkan.

And I can't let him go
to the highest bidder, can I?

No, sir.

Well, you've bungled
the rest of it.

Get rid of him.

- Pardon?
- Kill him.

I'm not killing anybody
in cold blood.

Then provoke him, if that's
going to satisfy your scruples.

All right, Palmer,
you've had your orders.
Get on with it.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Stop the car, Johnnie.

I have orders to kill you...

...Paul Louis Broum.

What are you going
to do about it?

Nothing.

Ross has been blackmailing me
all these years

- in the same way
he blackmails you!
- Not quite the same.

All I wanted was to get
my identity back,
get Ross out of my hair!

All you wanted was two million
dollars in a Swiss bank

- that you stole from the Jews!
- My father had the money!

If you'd had the choice,
would you have been a guard
in a concentration camp

or be killed
on the Russian front?

I'm not a judge
at a war crimes trial.

I don't want to know about it,
and I don't want to kill you.

Ross'll have this
whole city closed by now.

- Can you get out of Berlin?
- Don't worry about me.

I'm not worried about you.

I just want you to disappear.

If the Jews hadn't
fouled me up at the garage,

everything would've
worked out fine!

I'm not interested!

Just think yourself
lucky you're alive.

What are you going
to say to Ross?

I'll worry about that tomorrow.

Harry, thank you.

I'll do the same
for you someday.

Yes, and you might have to,
when Ross decides
I'm no use to him anymore.

English!

What the hell
are you doing in West Berlin?

Oh, official business.
English, thank you.

We've done a good day's work.
The world is well rid of a fascist!

- I hope you get another medal.
- Don't be a bad loser, English.

I feel the same way
as you do about Kreutzman,
but why drag me in it?

Only the English or the
Americans would have hired
a man like Kreutzman.

I invite you for lunch.
I'm paying!

- No, thanks, I'm busy.
- What's the matter?

You in trouble? Ross won't
shoot you for failing once.

It's not democratic!

Colonel Stok,
if I need to defect...

English, you are welcome.

If you need to get out
in a hurry, ask Vulkan.

He knows the way!

Why didn't you characters tell
me you were looking for Broum?

I know all about him.

Reminds me of the head
of my department.

Eyes follow you everywhere.

- What took you so long?
- The Jews grabbed
the documents.

I had to get them back.
Why didn't you steal the bloody
things in the first place?

My dear Broum, I've told you,
anything taken from Section 63
must be signed for.

It may seem selfish of me,
but if this doesn't work,

I'd like to be back
at my desk on Monday morning.

- Kreutzman is dead.
- Oh?

- Who's getting his share?
- Never mind that now.

I heard from Hoffman
last night, the claim to my
father's money is accepted,

except for the proof
of my identity.

We can be in and out
of Switzerland in 24 hours.

What's the interest on two
million dollars over 20 years?

These are forgeries.

- You're lying.
- Show them to any Swiss banker,

he'll laugh in your face.
Beautiful forgeries,

but on the wrong paper.

- But you gave Palmer the real ones?
- Of course, dear boy.

And that shrewd little
Cockney still has them.

But don't worry, I'll get them.

After all,
he doesn't suspect me.

- Yes, Mr. Dorf?
- Could I have the envelope
you're keeping for me, please?

Certainly, sir.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.

Sam?

Samantha?

- You killed him.
- Why?

Because you wanted these documents
so you could share Broum's money.

I told Samantha all along,
you and Vulkan were
working with Broum.

If I came for the documents,
why did I bring these?

Come in, Johnnie.

- What are you doing here?
- There's no need to be offensive.

You're in very hot water,
dear boy.

I've just seen Ross.
He told me where you were.

You've fallen right
on your silly face.

Serves you right.
Of course, your department

- doesn't have to account for anything.
- What do you want?

I have authority from Ross
to retrieve the documents.

I'm on my way home, I shall
put them in safe keeping.

Where are they?

They're in here.

Where's Vulkan?

Where's Vulkan?

He's...

...leaving Berlin tonight.

Let me go, please,

it's very painful. Ah!

He's going over the Wall...

...into the East.

They were going to throw me out.

Throw me out.

After 25 years!

What do you think of that,
Mr. Palmer?

As a security risk!

I never even dreamt
of betraying my trust...

...till I heard they were
going to throw me out.

Those silly papers.

They weren't even secret.

They belong to Broum, anyhow.

You wanna tell Ross that?

No.

If you help me, Hallam,

I'll try to keep you
out of jail.

What's Vulkan's plan?

We were going over
the Wall tonight.

- Both of you?
- Yes.

It's an escape route for Stok's agents.
The Grepos know about it.

From East Berlin,
we can get to Czechoslovakia,

from there to Switzerland.

- Where is he?
- You go through that house.

At the back there's a garden
and another building.

That's where he's
waiting for me.

Give these to Vulkan.
Tell him I believed
your little story,

and whatever you do,
keep him talking.

I'll be right behind you.

Broum? Broum, where are you?

Broum?

He fell for it.

I've got the documents.

Broum? Broum, where are you?

I have a gun on you, Harry.

Come here!

- Where's your gun?
- I haven't got one.

- I came unarmed.
- You're lying, Harry.

Why did you kill Hallam?

Don't pretend you're stupid,
Harry.

Hallam broke down
and told Ross everything.

Ross's men are down there now.

It's a good try, Harry,
but it won't work.

Hallam brought me what I
needed, and in two minutes,

I'll be out of here
and over the Wall.

Hitting you on the head
is getting to be...

I told you, Johnnie.
Those are Ross's men!

- I'd like to use this
on you right now!
- I know you would.

- Stand up!
- The minute they see

that fancy fur coat of yours,
they'll shoot you down.

- You're dead, Johnnie.
- Not yet. Get up!

Ross's men won't shoot you,
will they?

Give me your coat!

We head for the Wall, slowly.

Now, move!

Dorf!

Stop!

Shoot!

Paul Louis Broum.

The documents are in his pocket.

"...and he was found
at the foot of the Wall."

Another martyr killed
escaping to the West.

I thought Colonel Stok
would appreciate that, sir.

You might make
a professional yet, Palmer.

I'm glad you think so, sir.

That loan you wanted to buy
a car, how much was it?

- £800. Why?
- Well, I think you've earned it.

No, thank you, sir.

I'll walk.