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There are times when it's not pleasant
to see your picture in the paper.

This was one of them.

The article was direct
and to the point.

It said that Cordell Hull, the secretary
of state for the United States,

had released a list
of certain Swedish citizens

who had been giving economic aid
and comfort to the Axis powers.

In other words, I was considered
a Nazi collaborator.

I had been trading with Germany.

There was no secret about it.

I'd been importing oil for years
from all over the world.

That was my business.

And even now with the war on,
there was nothing illegal about it.

Sweden was neutral
and traded with both sides.

When I went to my office that
morning, I received a call

from a friend of my brother's who
was in Stockholm on business.

He was staying at the Grand Hotel.
I went over.

I knew the blacklist would be
printed in the American papers,

and it was sure to embarrass my
brother and parents

who lived in New York.

I wanted to explain
a few things to this man

so that he could take
back my side of the story.

The lobby of the Grand
was a busy place.

Like Lisbon and Istanbul
and other neutral cities,

Stockholm was crowded with what
were euphemistically called "visitors".

They came
from every country

and babbled away
in a dozen different tongues.

Some were there to buy Swedish
ball bearings and Bofors guns,

and the rest were espionage
agents trying their best

to see that the shipments
never reached their destinations.

Come in, come in.

Sorry not to have finished,
I slept late.

- Let me take your things.
- I'll put them here, thanks.

- May I offer you something?
- No, thank you.

Please sit down.

- You're British.
- Have been for years.

You didn't sound
it on the phone.

I didn't call.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

- How's that brother of mine?
- I really don't know.

You see, I've never met
your brother.

Oh, I say, this is
a delicious bit of bacon.

You must forgive me for using
the "friend of the family" approach.

I didn't want you to tell anyone
you were coming

to meet a stranger on business
you knew nothing about.

Who are you?

I'm one of the few so-called
intelligence agents

who's not in the lobby
at the moment.

But, so far as the hotel, immigration
and taxi drivers are concerned,

I'm here to buy
special steel products.

Please remember that,
in case anyone should ask you.

Now that I'm here,
what do you want?

Why, you're in a bit of a mess
over this blacklist, aren't you?

I'm a Swedish citizen.
Sweden is neutral.

She trades with both sides.

Every drop of oil I import is turned
over to the Swedish government.

Every ton has
been contracted for.

And that's what they
refuse to understand.

You don't know too much
about my background but...

I think I do.
You were born in New York...

He knew things about me
that even I'd forgotten.

And he ticked them
off like a telegraphic report.

Graduated Cornell.

Oil salesman,
Yokohama and Shanghai.

Transferred to Stockholm, 1 92 7.

Started my own business, 1 929.

Largest importer
of German oil in Scandinavia.

When I tried to explain the reason
for doing business with Germans,

he cut me off short.

I'm not here to debate your case.
I'm here to ask you one question:

Would you like
to get off the blacklist?

Well, naturally.

I think I can arrange that.
Provided you cooperate.

Not now, of course.
When the war is over,

you'll be given a clean bill
of health, retroactively.

You're from US Intelligence?

No, not...
Not really.

I'm sort of lend-lease in reverse,
if you know what I mean.

Since I've had more
experience in recruiting,

they thought it best that
I had a go at you.

Besides, the Americans
don't seem to trust you very much.

And for the oddest of reasons.

Simply because you gave
up US citizenship in 1 930.

When I decided to spend
the rest of my life here,

I thought it only decent
to become a Swedish subject.

Of course.
Are you interested, Mr. Erickson?

That all depends.

- What do I have to do?
- Oh, nothing much really.

Just a businessman
keeping his eyes and ears open.

You know more about German
oil than anyone in Sweden.

And you travel back and forth
on business.

Occasionally.

You're making a trip
tomorrow, I believe.

Baron von Oldenbourg,
of the German Oil Commission,

- Is an old friend of yours.
- That's right.

You may be able to pick up some
useful information here and there.

Now I think I understand
why I was put on the blacklist.

So I'd be forced
to cooperate with you.

Oh, now, Erickson.

You don't honestly think
we'd do a thing like that?

Oil will undoubtedly be one
of the deciding factors of this war.

When they can't put planes in the air
or tanks into the field, it'll be the end.

You might be able to help.

Being a Swede, I would be violating
my country's neutrality.

If Swedish Security Police find
out about it, they'd throw me in jail.

And we won't be able to help.

For diplomatic reasons we'll
have to say we never heard of you.

And of course, if the Germans
catch you, they'll shoot you.

So you're asking me to risk
my life to get off a blacklist

that I didn't deserve
to be on in the first place.

It's not a very enviable
position, is it?

Collins, I always thought that oil was
a dirty business without scruples.

- But you people are...
- I couldn't care less what you think.

Fortunately, in this work,
people don't have to love each other.

My job is information, and in order
to get it, I will deal with thieves, liars,

procurers, traitors,
sluts, the lot.

I don't care if you're Goebbels'
half brother or if you sell heroin.

You just bring back the information,
and we'll get along splendidly.

Let's leave it that way.

Tell them you got me in a vise and
I'm going along to save my business.

Good.

We'll see you after this trip, then we
decide where we go from there.

Any questions?

No.

Yes, one.

How does a person
get to be so cold-blooded?

Watching German planes bomb
London helps enormously.

Well, what do you think?

How do we know he won't go
to German legation and tell them?

We don't.

It'd be a perfect spot
for high-class double-dealing.

That's why I wanted that recording.

If he tries to work
both sides of the street,

you can have that fall into the hands
of the Swedish Security Police.

Now I can eat in comfort.

The next day, I flew
to Berlin to see the baron.

I'd been there many times
since the war began,

but this trip was different.

Now that I had something to hide,
I felt every passenger staring at me,

that every gun
was trained on me,

and every man in uniform
was suspicious.

The baron was there
to meet me.

After dropping my bag at the hotel,
he took me to dinner at Wannsee.

You can expect to hear that your
imports will be cut even more.

Baron von Oldenbourg?

Frau Moellendorf.
A pleasant surprise.

How nice
to see you again.

May I present an old
and dear friend, Eric Erickson.

- How do you do?
- Are you alone? Will you join us?

No, I'm meeting
General Bacher and his wife.

- But I seem to be a few minutes early.
- Then please wait here.

- May I offer you some sherry or...?
- No. No, thank you.

Erickson?
You must be Swedish.

Yes. From Stockholm.
I just arrived.

And will you be with us long?

Afraid I have to leave
tomorrow morning.

Oh, that's a pity. Just now
when the weather's so good.

I wish I could say
the same for my business.

I have just had the unpleasant
task of telling Mr. Erickson

that our petroleum exports
are going to have to be reduced.

Oh, but I'm certain
that's only temporary.

The moment the Russians
are whipped, and that can't be long,

the fuehrer will be generous
with Sweden again.

Would you mind coming to Stockholm
and telling my investors that?

But surely, your countrymen
are more than willing

to make such a small
sacrifice to beat Russia.

After all, she's been your enemy
as well as ours for a long...

Oh, here they are.

Sorry to have interrupted
your little business conversation.

Not at all. It's the most pleasant
moment I've had since I arrived.

Well, perhaps when you come
to Berlin again, we'll have another talk.

Looking forward to it.

Good evening.

Sorry, Eric.

She and her husband are...

She gets around quite a bit.

In Germany today, it's wise
to be nice to such a person.

You never know into whose ear
she'll be whispering next.

I'm sorry about your oil, Eric.

Well, I know if there's
anything to be done, you'd do it.

The shortages in the coming year
are going to be more acute

than anyone
is willing to admit.

I'm doing a survey now on
the possibility of building refineries

in Italy and France.

But the only trouble is, they'd
be more open to bombings

and sabotage
than our own.

Suddenly, a solution occurred
to me. The baron was interested.

If they wanted
bombproof refineries,

what about building
one in a neutral country?

Sweden.

The moment I got back to
Stockholm, I told the plan to Collins,

who immediately
spotted the one big flaw.

The Swedish government
would never approve.

It would hardly be considered
a neutral act by the Allies.

That's the weakness.

And von Oldenbourg
pounced on it.

Maybe you could arrange for the
Allies not to object too strenuously.

How far do you think you could
nurse this along before it'd collapse?

Oh, with discussion
of finance and construction,

I'd say...

...five or six more trips.

Provided the German
officials here in Stockholm

don't torpedo the idea
from the start.

Since I'm American-born,
they don't trust me...

...any more than you do.

No.

Perhaps you might
have to spend time

in developing a little
character... or the lack of it.

What I mean to say is this,
that now that you are on the blacklist,

wouldn't it be logical to express
your anger and indignation

by beginning to say some
nasty things about the Allies?

And from there, the Germans
wouldn't be too surprised

if you gradually became
pro-Nazi.

The people who know me
would never believe it.

You wouldn't be the first businessman
to let profit color his politics.

The best friend I have is a Jew.

Max Gumpel.

For a time, you'll hurt
one Jew deeply.

You might help save
the lives of thousands.

You'll be hated for a while, no doubt
about that. You'll be a quisling.

And you'll just have to live with it.
You won't be able to tell anyone.

Not even my wife?

This is more than I bargained for.

I know. That's the trouble
with this sort of work.

The simplest little thing
often leads to such complications.

- When do you have to know?
- I take the plane to London tonight.

The Americans take
over from here.

Heavens, I'll have to rush.

Don't become pro-Nazi
too fast, Erickson.

Handle it slowly and subtly.

I haven't said I'd do it yet.

Oh, but I think you will.

We have a most interesting recording
of you accepting our first proposition.

Cheerio.

There wasn't much choice now.

It was either go along
or go to jail.

The next night I invited
my closest friend, Max Gumpel,

to have dinner
with my wife and me.

If I could get by them, the chances
were I could convince others.

I started by ranting about
the unfairness of the blacklist

and then tried
my first anti-British remark.

We like to feel that Sweden
is free and neutral, but she's not.

I hate to say it,
but we're occupied

just as surely
as Denmark and Norway.

Not by German military.

By Allied officials.

Eric, I know how
angry you must be,

but don't talk like that.

Max.

These men are determined
to capture us economically.

Watch and see.
England will involve us in this.

Ingrid was merely surprised,
but Max was hurt.

I hated to do it to him,
but apparently he believed me,

and that was the most
important thing.

Now I began to drop remarks here
and there with associates and friends.

Nothing too obvious at first.

That Germany was
only trying to recover

what had been stolen from
her at Versailles and Locarno.

As months went by,
I kept hammering away

at Churchill's treatment
of the French.

I took my time

but never lost an opportunity to drop
a little poison whenever I could.

Friends began avoiding me,
and I was alone most of the time.

I didn't try to contact
the German Embassy crowd.

I figured, sooner or later, they'd hear
about my attitude and try to woo me.

And they did...

...and eventually offered
me a membership

in the Swedish-German
chamber of commerce.

At one of the weekly meetings,

I made a speech paraphrasing an
editorial from a German newspaper.

And someday, even those
countries who now oppose him

will realize who their true
enemy really is.

And then they'll join
the Third Reich,

in a combined front
against international exploitation

and racial degeneration.

Thank you.

Remember Ulrich
and I are here

as representatives of the Third Reich
to help Swedish businessmen.

So if you have any problems,
please call on us.

- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

- Oh, excellent speech, Eric.
- Yes, good.

Very much like an editorial
I read in the Frankfurter Zeitung.

Have you had a chance
to study my letter on the refinery?

Yes. I feel it has great possibilities
if certain questions can be answered.

And I have the first question.

Are you planning this to help
the Third Reich or to help yourself?

Well, I admit that personal gain
has a great deal to do with it.

National Socialism
is sacrifice, not profit.

And business is
profit, not sacrifice.

It's amazing how well the two get
along together if they have to.

I hate opportunists.

Whether they are
Swedish or German.

Heil Hitler.

On behalf of my government,
my apologies.

His beer-hall manners
are disgusting.

He should have a job requiring
muscles rather than brains.

I'm working on just that.

Without consulting me, he
requested a transfer to Copenhagen.

Without consulting him,
I demanded it.

He can wear a uniform.
That should make him happy.

He was born distrustful.

But I must say,
in this case he has reason.

To retain 50 percent
of the stock for yourself

makes you appear
rather greedy.

Permissions are
going to be costly.

I am reserving many shares
for... helpful friends.

Why don't we have a drink,
play bridge and talk it over.

Good.

Willy, this is the fifth time in
a row that I've done the paying.

And for 3,000 crowns, you'd better
write a glowing letter to Berlin for me.

- Hello.
- Hello.

We're in here.
It's been a long time.

The last six months have...

I thought we'd
managed to lose you.

London felt that since you
and I hit it off so well at the start,

I ought to run this little show.
I must say I'm delighted.

The food in England
these days is ghastly.

Well, it's good
to see you, Red.

- Red?
- Yes.

Your code name from now on.

He's Memphis and I'm Dallas.

Don't ask me why.

Anything less like a Texan
you couldn't imagine.

It sounds rather cloak-and-daggerish,
but it's necessary.

Fix yourself a drink.

I hear you've done
a smashing job.

Even the little children hate you.

Yes.

I've lost most of my friends.

Been dropped from every club
except Book-of-the-Month.

Good.

Your refinery.

What do they call those things
now in the advertising business?

Visual presentation, that's it.

The Germans admire
thoroughness. It might help.

It looks so good I might
even invest in it myself.

But London thinks we ought
to protect ourselves on this,

in case they turn you down.

In order to assure
a flow of information,

they feel that
on this coming trip,

you ought to recruit some friends
in the German oil industry.

I agreed to take
the personal risks,

but I am not going to put
anybody else in jeopardy!

Many of your German friends
went along with Hitler

because it was
good business.

They thought it would be a quick war
and they'd profit by it.

They might, as you did, be willing
to pay the price of cooperation

in order to buy protection
for themselves after the war.

- You'll guarantee that protection?
- Definitely.

What about your friend
Otto Holtz in Hamburg?

He runs a refinery, doesn't he?

Yes, he's a possibility.

London will select
somebody in Berlin.

I leave day after tomorrow.

If it doesn't come through by then,
our agent will contact you there.

Don't tell me I'm going
to meet a little old lady

wearing a beard
in some dark alley.

If someone should find an excuse
to use your handkerchief

and return it
to your pocket like this...

...you'll know
you've made contact.

Three points showing.

Just a businessman keeping
his eyes and ears open.

Oh, Red.

Are you in good
physical condition?

We just want to make sure
you won't collapse on us.

I had my yearly checkup at the clinic
a few days ago. Anything else?

- No.
- What about these?

Oh, we'll see that they get to you.
Just... good luck, Red.

And... do be careful.

Your sudden concern
for my safety

touches me deeply.

Have the chap at the clinic
get his dental x-rays for us.

I got them this afternoon.

This one of the bilaterals
on the right side was the best.

During the months before,
I had written regularly to the baron,

keeping him excited about the
possibility of the refinery in Sweden.

Now, loaded down
with the fraudulent charts

and a briefcase full of forged
documents, I flew back to Berlin.

The baron had to put
in an appearance at a reception

for a Japanese trade
commission, and I went along.

It was a chance to meet
Albert Speer, Herman Goering

and Joseph Goebbels,
the minister of propaganda.

He was oily and over-polite,
and so was I.

There was no telling who might
prove helpful later on.

- A bit young, isn't she, Gerhard?
- That's my tragedy, they all are.

Baron von Oldenbourg. General
Schroeder would like to see you.

Excuse me, Eric.

Frau Moellendorf.

- Mr. Erickson.
- Excuse me, please.

So nice to see you again.

You've come back
on a happy day.

The news from the eastern front
is most encouraging.

A 50-mile advance
into the Caucasus.

Ah, yes.

Now that the Wehrmacht
has crossed the Don,

I'm sure that we can look
forward to more glorious victories.

Shall we drink to them?

Here.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

I think you missed a drop.

Thank you.

No, no, it was so much more
attractive the other way.

Allow me.

I haven't been
in Stockholm for years.

Has it changed much?

No, it's still as beautiful as ever.

We seem to be standing
in the center of Martini Street.

Shall we try someplace
with a little less traffic?

- Good evening, general.
- Frau Moellendorf. Good evening.

Good evening.

- Good evening, general.
- Who's that?

You remember,
we met her at Albert Speer's.

She's the wife
of Friedrich Moellendorf.

Since we'll probably be seeing
each other from time to time,

we'd better establish
a reason for it right now.

The obvious
and most acceptable one

is that we immediately found
each other irresistibly attractive.

I don't know how believable
that would be to my German friends.

- You see, I'm married.
- So am I.

Unfortunately, that's exactly
what will make it credible.

Glance around.

In Berlin today, there's a feeling
of almost desperate urgency,

which somehow
seems to settle in the glands.

Now, if you could capture
some of that urgency,

I have something
to tell you.

- How's this?
- Oh, now there's candlelight

and champagne in your eyes.

And your smile has just
the right amount of lechery.

Do I look convincing?

Convincing?
You look convinced.

Now, I'm told you're here
to recruit some of the oil officials.

Whom did you have in mind?

Werner Albricht.
But London said no.

Oh, they're so right.

Werner Albricht has
been currying favor lately.

It would be quite a feather
in his cap to turn you in.

No, no, no. Your best bet

is the man you came
with this evening.

- The baron?
- Smile.

Well, he's as patriotic as Wagner.

With a name that
goes back even further.

His family means everything to him.
He'd do anything to protect them.

That's why he can't refuse you.

I couldn't do that.
He's one of my oldest friends.

I know.

There are many things
I've had to do

that I can't explain
to my conscience.

- Frau Moellendorf.
- Baron von Oldenbourg.

I should have warned you,

this man has as many conquests
to his credit as Genghis Khan.

If you hadn't interrupted,
I might have been one ahead.

If we don't get out of here,

I'm going to have to explain
the Fischer-Tropsch process

to the Japanese delegation.

Would you join us for dinner?

I'm sorry, I'm with friends.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Erickson.
- Goodbye.

I hope I'll see you again soon.

Now, Gerhard.
Assuming I could get

approval of the Swedish
government,

you think your oil commission would
be interested in exploring the idea?

Yes.

I think they would be
very interested.

How much do you figure
it would cost?

Not a penny.

I have no intention
of building a refinery.

All I want is a sound, legitimate
reason to travel to and from Germany.

I'm working for the Allies, Gerhard.

Eric.

Sometimes friendship
makes me deaf.

I didn't hear what you just said.

Please leave now.

And don't contact me again.

I can't.

I'm here to ask you to work with me.

I wouldn't do that.

Remember, you have a son
in a Russian prison camp.

All they'd have to do
is send a message.

I'm not a Nazi, Eric.

You know that.

But at the moment,
they are Germany...

...and I am a German.

Don't ask me
to betray my country.

You're their choice, not mine.

I have to do it because
they've got me in a vise too.

I'm sorry, Gerhard.

It's a stinking, rotten business.

He was trapped.

There was nothing
he could do but cooperate.

He called a meeting of the oil
commission, explained the project

and suggested that the commission
meet with me periodically

and keep abreast of any
future developments.

When the members
nodded agreement,

I knew I'd be making
weekly visits to Berlin,

and that's all I wanted.

I had expected opposition
from the man next to me,

who was a Gestapo colonel
in charge of Scandinavian countries,

but he went along
without too many questions.

Later in his office, though,
he called Kortner in Stockholm,

just to check
on me firsthand.

Kortner assured him
that I was trustworthy, loyal

and that the refinery plan
had great possibilities.

Kortner's enthusiasm, of course,
was based mainly on larceny.

A little graft, it seemed,

could open more doors
than a passkey.

Colonel Nordoff
and I had a pleasant chat.

When it came time for me to leave,
I felt I could ask an important favor.

Oh, one more thing.

I was wondering if on my return
trip I could go via Hamburg.

I'd like to say hello to Otto Holtz,
old friend of mine.

You seem to have
many friends in the oil business.

Oil is a fraternity.

You've been in it for a while,
you know all the members.

I think it can be arranged.

Please.

- Thank you, you've been very kind.
- Thank you.

It's comforting to know that we
have such loyal Swedish friends.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Have him put
under surveillance.

Express train to Hamburg
departing 8:1 0 on track 1 1.

Train to Muenchen departing
8:20 on track six.

The trip was slow and uncomfortable.
We were sidetracked a dozen times.

It gave me a chance to see
the condition of the rolling stock.

By the time we pulled
into the main station in Hamburg,

I'd been able to make mental notes
on troop trains and marshaling yards.

I hadn't found out
too much about oil yet,

but I was picking up other bits of
information that might prove valuable.

Otto!

You didn't have
to come to meet me.

Those are the people I like to meet,
the ones I don't have to.

I even brought an honor guard.

My son, Hans.

- Hello, Hans.
- Heil Hitler!

Herr Gunderscharf.
Please contact the stationmaster.

There's a message for you.

I had never been
to Otto's new home.

After his first wife died,

we'd always gotten together
in his office or my hotel room.

When I met his second wife,
I understood.

Klara was not
someone to be proud of.

She flaunted her sex,
was tawdry and rather stupid.

I wondered why
he ever married her.

And then I found out.

How long have
you been married?

Eleven years, but for Hans' sake,
we say 1 2.

Papa!
Papa!

I heard just now on the radio
that six people here in Hamburg

were arrested for treason.

- Jews?
- No, Germans.

A boy in our class does treason.

- What are you talking about?
- It's true, Papa.

Every morning, our teacher says,
"God strike England."

And we answer
all together, "He will."

Well, this boy Klaus does not say it.
I watched him.

He opens his mouth
and makes movements,

but he doesn't say it.

Maybe his father and mother
like the English.

That's ridiculous, Hans.

The boy's probably
just daydreaming.

No.

I think soon I must report
him and his parents.

You'll do nothing of the sort!
Go to your room!

Otto, you must
not discourage the boy.

If he really has such an idea,
it's his duty to report it.

Klara, Klara.

What are you teaching him?
The boy will grow up to be...

If they're guilty, they should
be taken. If they're not,

no harm will be done to them.

In either case,
it's good for Hans' record.

My Jugendfuehrer
said if I report things like that,

I will get the star for my uniform.

Ah, your Jugendfuehrer is a...

Go on, go on.

We'll talk about it later.

Mr. Erickson and I have
some business to discuss now.

Eric.

- You mind if we talk in the garden?
- Of course not.

After dinner is the only time
I have to work on my vegetables.

I'll get my old clothes on.

Otto was not hard to recruit,
but difficult to satisfy.

He didn't want any money, but he
insisted on some kind of document

stating that he was
cooperating with the Allies.

I tried to dissuade
him but he...

No.

When the Allies
march into Hamburg,

I want something
I can take to headquarters.

I'm sorry, Otto, I can't do it.
It's too risky.

It's the only way I'll cooperate.

Papa.

You think about it tonight.

I'll meet you in my office
in the morning.

- At the refinery.
- No, my office in town.

Come about 1 0.
I have an appointment first.

Mama says you
should come in now.

You'll catch cold.

- What are you doing sitting out here?
- Just changing my shoes.

By the next morning, I had decided
to give Otto the letter he wanted.

It was a death sentence
for both of us if anybody found it.

Otto was willing
to take the risk, and so was I.

On one condition:

I want to be sure that where
you put that is really a safe place.

Eric,

for a long time, I've been
withdrawing money from the bank.

Little by little.

Not enough to create suspicion,

but sufficient to live on for a time
when the war is over.

Somewhere in these cabinets
are 200,000 marks.

If you can find them,
you can have them.

What if this building is bombed?

Someone goes through the debris,
finds a piece of paper...

If this building is hit,

the chances are
a hundred to one that it'll catch fire.

And if the office is searched?

They'll break open the safe,

tear up the rug,

smash the desk.

But I doubt if they'll wade
through all these files.

But they might.

They might also find the money.

I might also be
arrested... and talk.

I honestly don't know
how I'd react under torture.

Those are risks
you have to take, Eric.

Well?

All right.

Wait a minute.
This is dated March 5th.

Today is September 5th.

You see, I have to be
protected too, Otto.

If tomorrow
you should get cold feet

and decide to turn the letter over
to the Gestapo,

they'd wonder why
you held on to it for six months.

Otto gave me the two-dollar tour, and
I saw the refinery from top to bottom.

When I got back to Stockholm,
I talked into the recording machine

for what seemed to be hours,
trying to remember every little detail.

During the air raid of August 23rd,

the distillation plant was burned,
but not extensively.

The damage was repaired
in six hours.

Good. Have those transcribed
and sent up to London right away.

- Good work, Red.
- How about a drink now?

No, thanks.

Red, I was hoping
you might come back

a little more enthusiastic
about the Allied cause.

When you force me
to blackmail von Oldenbourg,

one of my closest friends,

don't expect me to whistle
the "Stars and Stripes Forever".

- What about money?
- I'll send you a bill later.

Meanwhile, I want Holtz and
the baron taken care of immediately.

Documents acknowledging
their cooperation

will be filed
at the legation tomorrow.

Incidentally, I gave such
a document to Holtz.

You did what?

I had to, he wouldn't help otherwise.
It's in a safe place.

Why didn't you file it
with the Gestapo?

It'd have saved them
all that trouble of looking for it.

It's awful damned easy
for you to sit here

figuring out how brave
and smart I should be.

The only danger you're in
is getting a bad lobster.

All right, I made a mistake.

But if they find that letter,
it's my neck, not yours.

Curious chap.

The most amazing combination
of intelligence and stupidity.

Willy!

Hello, Eric.
Welcome back.

Thank you.
I was going to call you.

I wanted to tell you about
my conference in Berlin.

Any time. I'll be waiting.

- Your office, 3:00?
- Splendid.

Eric! Where have you been
keeping yourself?

I called you a dozen times,
but you never answered.

I would think that
you'd finally get the idea

that I want nothing to do with you
or your propositions.

I don't do business with Jews, Gumpel,
so stop bothering me.

That, I think,
was the loneliest moment of my life.

When other people hate you,
it's unfortunate,

but when you hate yourself,
it's unbearable.

And hurting Max the way I did
filled me with self-contempt.

Of course, news that
I'd publicly insulted him

didn't take long to spread.

My wife called me at the office
and berated me for what I had done.

I went home and tried to mollify her,
but it was hopeless.

I couldn't tell her why I had to do it.

I could only plead rather guiltily
for understanding.

All right, you've made your bed,
but don't expect me to share it.

Dear Eric, I cannot believe
you have changed to this extent.

Your outburst this noontime
only strengthens my conviction

that your conduct
has some special hidden purpose.

Because I trust you implicitly,

I shall consider our friendship
only temporarily interrupted.

If I can ever be of help, let me know.

Every good wish. God bless you. Max.

They seemed greatly interested.

Providing, of course,
I could give them some promise

of Swedish government approval.

Perhaps if you wrote
a letter to Nordoff...

I have just one question.

What were you doing
at 20 Stortorget last night?

I'm glad my wife didn't ask that.

Yes, infidelity is difficult to explain...

...but not nearly as difficult
as espionage.

I have to send
that lady some flowers.

She recommended the restaurant.
A lovely place.

I'm amazed at American intelligence
sending two such incompetent men.

But that's not my worry.

My problem is,
what do we do with you?

I could turn you over
to the Swedish Security Police,

but I can't see what would
be gained by that. Can you?

I think the best procedure would be

for you to continue to work
for the Americans,

with one slight difference.

The information you bring back
from Germany will be supplied by us.

Have you told Berlin about me yet?

Oh, no.
I haven't told anybody yet.

I wanted to talk to you first,
to see if you'd be reasonable.

It's not often we are able to get
an Allied agent working for us.

These are five canceled checks
from me to you.

An Allied agent has paid you
over 20,000 crowns

in the last few months.

I doubt whether the Gestapo
will consider these... gambling losses.

You can destroy them if you want,
they're only Photostats.

The originals, in the meantime,

are in the hands
of these two incompetents.

Now, I think you'd better write
that letter to Nordoff,

saying that we've discussed
the refinery plan

and you'll contact the more influential
members of Parliament and...

We can discuss the details later,
can't we?

You realize if I'm arrested...

...the originals will find their way
to the Gestapo.

So if there are any other members
of your department

who are suspicious of me,

tell them... l'm a real nice fellow.

Oh, Willy.

You didn't honestly think I was
that bad a bridge player, did you?

Kortner was most cooperative.

We collaborated on the letter.
I wrote it and he signed it.

It was a perfect opportunity to move
on to the second phase of my plan.

The letter requested that
I be allowed to make a survey trip

of all the refineries in Germany.

After all, since I was going
to help the Third Reich

by building a refinery in Sweden,

it'd be to their advantage
if I became acquainted firsthand

with all the latest technical
developments

and methods of production.

So on my next trip to Berlin,
I went to Gestapo Headquarters

to see Nordoff once again.

He had referred the request
to the Oil Commission.

The baron, who was the chairman,

naturally could do nothing
but recommend it.

With such auspices,

Nordoff was willing to push it up
the ladder for Himmler's approval.

When I got to the hotel later,

I received a cryptic message
telling me to meet a contact

on the embankment of the Spree
River near the Oberbaum Bridge.

Hello...

Well! There hasn't been
a welcome like that

since Lindbergh landed in Paris.

Just in...

In case you're being followed.

Keep it up.
The whole Gestapo's behind me.

There was someone following me
in the subway, but I think I lost him.

We'd better go.

Is this...?

Now, good evening.

Good evening.

Wagner seems to be popular tonight.

Hitler speaks in a moment.

When they told me to contact you,
they didn't tell me why.

My courier has had to hide out.

And I have some information that must
get back as quickly as possible.

Just a businessman keeping
his eyes and ears open.

Why this place?

Well, if our romance
were to be convincing,

we'd better have a rendezvous.
I rented it shortly after we met.

Since we're both married,
I think it's only logical

that we wouldn't want to be seen
in my home or in hotel rooms.

But you're ruining my reputation
for being generous and gallant.

In Berlin today, not even Lothario
could do any better.

Now, if you're ready.

How about a drink before we start?

How about a drink
after we're finished?

Now...

The third bomber group
is being transferred

from Lesmont in France
to Brok in Poland.

Third bomber group

transferred from Lesmont
in France to Brok, Poland.

I can't concentrate
with that going on.

Look, I have a visual memory.

If I can write it, I can remember it.
Do you have some paper?

Yes, of course.

Now, third... bomber...

Lesmont... to Brok.

Now, I overheard a senior officer
in the construction corps mention

that just north of Regensburg...

Repeat again.

And the special fuel
for these experimental jet planes

is believed to be manufactured
someplace in northern Germany.

That's all.

Now may I have that drink?

Excuse me.

How should I get rid of these?

You'd better burn them
in the sink here.

Although our job
is just to get the information,

not evaluate it,

if they can get those jet planes
in the air in any great numbers,

it might be disastrous.

And fuel is the key to the situation.

Well, that's not our worry.

But we do have one.

In case either of us should
get arrested and questioned,

I think we ought to know a few
intimate details about each other.

Now, for your information,
I have a scar, appendicitis here.

And a birthmark there.
Wine-colored.

White or red?

Vin rose.

Well, I haven't anything
quite as glamorous.

Just a cut on my thigh, which you
probably never noticed in the dim light.

I'm very observing.
So is the Gestapo.

What's it look like?

Well, a horse bit me on the a...

Just a bite scar.

Your hair is most attractive.

Is that the natural color?

Yes.

Now, what else should we know
about each other?

Well, although you probably
had the good taste

not to praise your wife
in front of me,

I think you would have
mentioned her name.

It's Ingrid.

And she doesn't understand you.

Oddly enough, that's true.

They wouldn't let me tell her,

and she couldn't stand the thought
of being unpopular.

She left me just a few days ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

At least I found out
who trusted me and who didn't.

Now, what about your husband?

His name is Friedrich.

He's a colonel with the occupation
in France.

Well, don't you think that sometime
during our passionate love affair,

you would have told me more than
his name, rank and serial number?

I mean, for my own protection,

I would have found out
if he were jealous

and apt to take a shot at me.

No, Friedrich wouldn't care.

Legally, we've been married ten years.

Actually, just about a month.

Very early, he told me
I was one in a million.

And I discovered
he was telling the truth.

Why didn't you divorce him?

I'm a Catholic.

It's worked, though.

People take pity on me,

and I'm asked to the best parties,
where I pick up the best information.

Do you mind?

I'm curious.

Ever since I met you,
I wondered what they have on you.

The Allies, I mean.

They've got me handcuffed.

If I don't work for them,
I lose my business.

Oh, I see.

Yes, I have something to lose too.

If I don't help them,
I lose my self-respect.

But haven't you ever opposed anything
for the simple reason that it's wrong?

Morally wrong?

Not when my life depended on it.

You've got connections.
You could go to Switzerland, Sweden.

I could, but I can't.

- Well, what's stopping you?
- My faith.

He's the Antichrist,
I'm a Christian.

If I don't oppose him,
my religion becomes a mockery.

Your religion also tells you
to love your enemies.

I try to be a Christian,
I never hoped to be a saint.

You don't think hanging that paranoiac
is going to end persecution?

Another greedy psychopath
will come along...

But this is now, and I'm here.
And I must do what I must do.

- And risk your life doing it?
- Yes, if necessary.

You certainly are a businessman,
aren't you?

You look at war in terms
of hundreds of tanks

and thousands of planes
and millions of men,

like some sort of a wrestling match
on a gigantic scale.

Try thinking of it in terms
of a single truck

on its way to a concentration camp

and what's shivering inside it.

I feel sorry for those people,
deeply sorry.

- I suffer for them.
- But not with them.

That's the difference.

Someday, though, you might.

You'll see a stranger, a complete
stranger, being bullied and beaten.

And suddenly, in an agonizing
moment, he'll become your brother.

I guess I've always been
an opportunist.

And the women I've known
have been too.

I've never met anyone
quite like you.

You're either very foolish
or very wise.

I can't decide which.

But I can tell you one thing.

Your husband must be an idiot.

Good night.

After our conference yesterday,
I was exhausted.

I went to bed early.
I'll wager you did the same.

Now, colonel, you know that isn't true.

One of your men followed me
out of the hotel.

- But not very far.
- Yes, he was a bit obvious.

So I managed to lose him
in the subway.

You shouldn't have done it.
You hurt his professional pride.

I was on my way to visit
a beautiful woman.

I didn't feel it was any of his business.

Frau Moellendorf
is a charming person, isn't she?

And I thought I was being so clever.

The man following you was obvious
because he was supposed to be.

To give you a false sense
of security.

You see, there were two men.

You gave the slip to the wrong one.

I was delighted to learn
that your nocturnal prowling

was for the purpose of romance
and not intrigue.

And now,
on my recommendation,

Reichsfuehrer Himmler
has approved your inspection tour.

This will allow you access
to all refineries.

To avoid suspicion,

I suggested that a team
of technicians go along with me.

Nordoff thought that one man
would be sufficient,

and the baron was selected.

It was comforting to know that
my only watchdog had no teeth.

The baron grew to hate me,
and I certainly couldn't blame him.

But then, one day while we were
touring a small plant near Leipzig,

his attitude changed.
And so did mine.

The workers had gone
on a sit-down strike.

Who are they?

They are Polish volunteers.

Why do they refuse to work?

They say too long hours
and too little food.

You'd better wait upstairs in my office.

If you refuse to work,
I'll hang you, one by one!

Don't misjudge me.
I have no mercy!

Now, get back to your posts!

So you are going to test me, are you?

Well, which one of you
is going to go first?

Let me see.

You! Come here.

Help me. Help me.
Help me, please!

- Take that man.
- For God's sake, someone help me.

I didn't do anything,
I didn't do anything!

I just sat down
because I was hungry.

Oh, please, please help me!

I'll go back to work!
I'll go back to work, don't hang me!

Don't hang me,
I'll go back to work!

Now, are you going back to work?

No? I'll give you ten seconds.

One... two... three...

Strange.

You can read about
a hundred atrocities,

hear about a thousand,

but you only have to see one.

And suddenly...
he becomes your brother.

So far, I have cooperated
because I had to.

Now I do it willingly.

So do I.

They want me to find out

where you're manufacturing
and storing fuel for those jets.

I'll find out.

And every place we went,
it was the same.

Factories, refineries, railroads.

All beginning to show the effects
of the bombing.

Did you drive through Regensburg?

What was left of it.

I hear the raid was very successful.

The chemical plants
were completely destroyed.

So was a school and 1 20 children.

- Well, those things can't be helped.
- That doesn't console me.

I provided the information
on those chemical plants.

- And so did ten others, I'm sure.
- I don't care if there were a thousand.

I am partly responsible
for killing those children.

And maybe partly responsible
for shortening the war.

Don't you think I've told myself that?

Don't you think I've tried to rationalize
what I'm doing in every possible way?

But even a good end
does not justify evil means.

You were willing to give
your life to that end.

I still am, but the lives of others
are not mine to give.

All the convictions I have,
you gave me.

And because of them,
I'm willing to live with fear.

And now I find out
that you have doubts.

I discovered there's something
worse than fear.

There's guilt.

- But you must have known...
- First, it was quite impersonal.

I relayed names, dates
and conversations,

and I knew somewhere, sometime,
somebody was going to act upon them,

but I never foresaw
that gnawing feeling of...

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