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August sixth.
I can't believe it's August 6th already.
I haven't written you in over a month,
so I'm writing this as quickly as I can
for fear that I'm going to stop,
knowing how ridiculous it is.
I don't even know if you're alive,
let alone where I would send all these letters if you were.
But with you gone, I have no one to talk to.
I know my problems are so insignificant
compared to the people I meet every day.
And yet, I can't stop thinking I'll hear your voice again,
my love.
You know, 'cause I'm not trying to say I think Nazism is a swell idea,
but if it gets little people like you to feel important,
well then, I guess it's gotta be pretty powerful, huh?
I mean, who... who doesn't want to be part of the master race?
Am I right? But here's where you lose me, okay?
It's when those ideas, they start killing innocent people,
and you're all still fucking onboard.
What do you want, boy?
Bertha,
you worked as a guard at Ravensbrück,
and the Polish rabbits that the scientists conducted experiments on,
they were not furry and cute, were they?
No, they were rather human.
Polish women, ranging in ages of 17 to 42.
Are you familiar with the war term, "The Three Alls", Bertha? Hm?
"Kill all."
There's, uh, "Loot all."
And there's, "Burn all."
Don't worry. We have so far to go.
Morning, ma'am. What's your business in the British Sector?
Police business.
Where?
At a bar called Klaus Maus in Wilmersdorf.
Klaus Maus. You know, I've been there.
Don't drink the lager. They water it down.
-Thanks. -Have a lovely day.
I think he liked you.
Shut up.
Hello. You're American, right?
-Yes, Ma'am. -We're German police,
and we'd like to ask some questions.
Ask away, Fräulein,
Private Gallagher and Deluca were murdered last week,
and this was one of their favourite places.
Did you know any of them?
Karin?
Karin! Table 6 and 7 need...
I'd like to talk to your waitress. Is she here?
Yes. Karin is in the kitchen.
-May I? -Yes, of course.
Karin?
I'm Elsie Garten. I'm a police officer.
Can I ask you some questions?
Yes. Sure.
But I need to carry out the trash.
Alright.
"Angel Maker." That would be the kingpin?
Yes, sir.
He's supposedly active here in our sector?
Seems like he works all sectors, with a focus on prostitution,
probably extortion and kidnapping as well.
-Wow. -We get this guy, everyone's happy,
even the Russians.
They're never happy. They're incapable of good times.
Four days ago, two American soldiers were murdered.
I thought the case would keep you busy.
Why are you chasing this Angel Man instead?
Directly or indirectly, he's responsible for these murders.
Proof? Witnesses?
It's all in there.
But Max, this list...
You can't fight organised crime with table legs, sir. No offence.
That's possibly and probably so,
but you can't get what there is not any of.
Then I'll take whatever I can get.
-Oh, one more thing. -No more fucking bridge, sir.
Don't worry.
You do remember that pilot you met at the club?
George Miller?
-Yeah, sure. -Well, people in the know
have been asking some very odd questions lately.
I want him to know I'm watching him.
I knew him before the war.
Bit of a gambler.
Well...
I'd like you to hand this letter to him.
Say hi from me.
He's stationed over at Tempelhof.
-Tempelhof Airport? -Yes.
-Give it here. -Swell.
I'll get you everything I can off that list.
Swell.
Coming.
Coming.
You just disappeared.
I realised I had to feed my cat.
So sorry.
Come in.
What's this about?
Maybe we can sit down?
Yes, sure.
Did something happen?
Do you live here by yourself?
Nice street.
Thanks. It's intact.
You keep it dark in here.
I am...
Yes.
How long have you worked at Klaus Maus, Karin?
I don't know, four years maybe?
Are you sick?
No. Why?
Since you live alone, I assume the penicillin here belongs to you.
Oh, that.
I had pneumonia a few weeks ago.
-Pneumonia? -Yes.
In this heat?
Penicillin is a hard thing to come by these days.
That's...
...the plus of working in a pub.
All these foreign soldiers with their benefits.
I didn't know they handed out expensive medicine for free.
Without demanding anything in return, that is.
We all do what we have to do.
Can you give me those photos?
Have you seen these men before?
I don't know. Maybe. Should I have?
Witnesses saw you being harassed by these soldiers a few weeks ago.
At Klaus Maus.
I don't remember.
You don't remember?
It happens all the time.
"Hey Fräulein, wanna frat?"
"Hey Fräulein, what about some friendly invasion?"
"Hey, Fräulein. Hey, Fräulein."
Sorry.
You must've heard it yourself?
Were you raped?
You are a lucky woman, Karin.
Lucky?
Not raped. Not dead. Lucky.
Well then, thank you for your time and cooperation.
I hope you're feeling better soon.
They won't be here forever, you know. The soldiers.
There's an end to everything.
I'm lucky...
TEMPELHOF AIRPORT AMERICAN SECTOR
Let's make sure they don't take out anything from our list.
We need all this shit. Pencil sharpeners, bikes, cookies...
Oh, I fucking love cookies.
Oh, I love chocolate chip.
Hey, there's no cookies on this list.
They're fucking cookies. Relax.
We're supposed to have, uh, five bicycles.
What are you shaking your head for? It says five bicycles.
No, it's been crossed off.
No, it's underlined.
This is crossed off. This is underlined.
Vice Council Franklin was pretty fucking clear on that.
Those'll do. Oh, and we need, uh, transportation to...
Ritterstrasse, Kreuzberg. And a typewriter.
-What she said. -Kreuzberg.
Yeah. Thanks buddy.
Gonna take these for the road.
Thank you.
This whole town's starving, so hopefully we got enough of the items
that'll make 'em talk.
You need to let go of the people you don't trust.
I trust every single one of my team.
Yeah, well, why did Green Eyes get killed? Someone fucking leaked.
You gotta consider every one of your scarecrows... Even him.
Gad, it's a joke.
So how'd the British Sector go?
There was this waitress, Karin Mann.
She see anything?
But I'm fairly certain she didn't tell me everything.
Oh, yeah? Maybe we should talk to her again.
There's the truck.
See you guys back at the station. There's something I gotta do.
Lieutenant George Miller, Air Force. You know where I can find him?
All the way down this hall.
NYPD. What'd I do?
You tell me.
-How you doing? -Good. How's crime?
Yeah, booming.
What can I do for you?
Oh, right. I've got a letter with your name on it from Tom Franklin.
Since I was in the perimeter, there you go.
He says hello.
Says he wants to see you around sometime soon, catch up.
Hey, you guys go back before the war?
No. No, we met here in Berlin.
Well, thanks for this, and you say hi to Claire if you see her around.
Will do.
Hey, that Major General Wright,
the guy you pointed to at the card game, you know where I can find him?
Yeah, he's right across the hall, just past the phones.
All right, see you around.
See you.
The engineers are ahead of time, and we're on a 12-hour standby
to change sector. I'll call you right back.
Sir...
I don't give a shit about protocol. I just want to find my brother.
Why's that?
Because I'm all he's fucking got.
What happened in Dachau?
Dachau.
45th Infantry were the first guys in and we saw it all...
Things you can't imagine.
Things you can't unsee...
and we'd already seen the worst of war.
Walking skeletons...
broomsticks for arms...
mass graves.
They were so malnourished, so feeble.
I didn't know people could look like that and still be alive.
And there was nothing we could do,
but watch them howling and howling in pain.
First night in...
I was woke up by heavy machine gun fire.
Turned out someone had lined up and gunned down
some of the camp guards...
32 of them, to be precise.
There were four more to go, but he ran out of ammo.
So...
He killed them in ways that were...
unsound.
I threw his ass in detention, but by the morning, he was gone.
If you ever find your brother...
you tell him from me,
the one thing I regret more than putting him in chains...
was letting someone with his problems
on the battlefield in the first place.
Bertha! Wake up!
We have a schedule to keep.
Bertha, I know you're trying to be a good person now.
You're fixing bikes, back on the straight and narrow.
But you don't get to return to society.
You're a fucking Nazi, and your sins, they don't just go away.
Which is why I'm going to burn them off of you.
We won the war, and you lost it...
and now what remains is to make sure that those ideas stay buried
because they're never going to rise again.
What's this?
What's that?
Is that your family heirloom?
I'm going to melt it down and I'm going to stick it in your eye.
But let's save that for later.
So if you're okay, I'm going to take a few pictures.
Oh, no, that's... that's... don't move.
So this is our waitress.
Yes. We're looking for her.
You think we should spread her image to the other precincts?
No. She could lead us to Engelmacher.
And we don't want to tip him off that we're looking for him.
-We don't know where she is. -Yet.
Not yet.
Karin!
I want to see Dr Gladow.
Did you get any sleep?
I don't care about fucking sleep.
Police came to my apartment this morning.
I want to see Dr Gladow.
I want to see the Angel Maker.
When are you coming home, Uncle Max?
In a couple weeks, tops. How's your mother?
She's okay, I guess.
She thinks you're wasting your time over there.
-Uncle Max? -Yeah.
Any sign of my dad yet?
No, not yet.
-Mom says he's dead. -He ain't dead, Jimmy.
Bring him home, okay?
Hey, listen, this ain't my phone, so I gotta go, okay?
-Okay. Bye. -Bye.
Max, give it here to me.
-Hey, Moritz. -Yeah?
Isn't this pretty... strange?
We need to lose the badness that's inside.
We need to get rid of all the evil.
One day, we might need this for protection, you know.
-It needs to be pure. -Yeah.
Shut up.
So it's blessed now?
Yeah. It fucking should be.
Okay. Let's get out of here. Max, let's go.
The power should be back on in a few hours, sir.
Mind if I join?
What are we drinking?
What?
I don't mean to overstep here,
-but maybe you shouldn't. -Maybe I shouldn't what?
Drink.
Goodnight, Mrs Franklin.
I've come to the conclusion that suffering is a personal matter.
As a consequence of this, we mustn't judge those in our close proximity,
since we don't know the wounds they might carry within.
On the bright side, wounds that never heal don't leave any scars.
What the hell are you talking about?
To be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely sure.
Please have a drink with me, Mr Max.
I promise I'll behave.
Schnapps, please, and he'll have the same again.
-So how was your day? -Blissful.
Did you arrest any shoddy Fritzes?
"Fritzes"?
Germans.
-Derogatory. -Of course.
My second night here at this hotel...
in the elevator...
So?
What did you think?
Then why bring it up?
I thought it was rather wonderful
that that moment remained unmentioned.
A secret of sorts.
But now you've put words on it, it'll disappear, wither away.
Maybe that's why I mentioned it.
I love this song.
Care to dance?
I'm fine, but thank you.
Thank you for the drink.
I need to get to bed.
Of course you do.
Always a pleasure. Get a good night's sleep.
What is it that you want?
The same as you.
Good night.
-Same again, please. -Of course.
I'm sorry...
Elsie, I'm sorry.
Her husband is still reported missing.
Elsie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your husband.
It's okay, Gad.
Go back to sleep.
I hope you see him again.
I hope so too.
One day...
This is the only way in.
The entire institute has been sealed off because of the bombings.
It could collapse any moment.
-So it's safe. -Exactly.
Hello. Out of the way, man.
Dr Gladow has many soldiers working for him.
That's what he calls us, his soldiers.
Hello.
Look, Hermann.
I brought you something.
Please, sit.
I hope it's not too dark for you,
but Marianne always tells me to be more careful.
When we met the first time, you asked me for a favour, and I helped you.
A favour I've paid back.
A favour you've begun to pay back.
Are you here to ask me for another one?
I want you to use me.
I already am.
Mr Gladow, you...
you have other girls with...
with bigger tits and rounder asses.
Girls that men want, who are great at fucking.
That's not me.
Not really.
I'm talking about my mind.
You own it so why not use it?
You need a lucky girl.
And I'm lucky.
Mr McLaughlin, message for you.
MEET ME AT THIS ADDRESS: INDUSTRIESTRASSE 23. HURRY. MORITZ
Good morning, sunshine.
We're just getting warmed up.
Up until now, I've only been using one flame, but I got three more.
I was saving 'em cause I didn't want it to go fast but you're cooking.
And now, just when you thought it was all over, Bertha...
I present to you... the offer.
Ah, see?
I'm not such a bad guy, am I?
If you give me the name and address of someone bigger than yourself...
I'm gonna let you live, Bertha.
No, no, I can't hear you. Speak up, come on.
-Otto Oberlander. -Otto Oberlander?
-Spandau. -Spandau. Okay, address?
Come on. You can do it.
What's his rank?
Squad leader for Einsatzgruppe D.
For Einsatzgruppe D?
Bertha, do you have any idea what the Einsatzgruppe D did in Poland?
Let me go.
Okay. I will.
I will.
I will let you go
into whatever kind of hell awaits the likes of you, Bertha...
'Cause, see, I lied.
"Loud she yelled in agony, for she felt her conscience free."
"You are me and I am you.
Together we are one, not two."
BIKE REPAIRS
Move!
Work, I said!
Back off!
RUSSIAN PRISON CAMP MUNICH
Go, go!
Faster!
Move, move!
Go!
Do you live on 104 Eisenacher Strasse, Kreuzberg, Berlin?
Is your name Leopold Garten?
What is the name of your wife?
What is the name of your wife?
Wife.
Elsie Garten...
You don't know who I am...
I left this device so we can communicate.
There is information I need from you.
You will tell no one of this.
I will be in touch.
Here is what I offer you.
Elsie...
Elsie, it's me.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home, my love.
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