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Previously on Babylon Berlin:

I will guide you to the truth.

Gereon!

-Did you go to war? -I followed my brother.

I came back alone. My mother never got over that.

For her, the wrong son came home.

Anno was officially declared dead.

-And now? -We're here if you want us to be.

Lotte? Where have you been?

Everywhere.

-I want to join homicide. -There's no women here.

-I don't do detective sergeants. -Don't worry.

Let's settle the matter between us.

What's the matter with you?

Get lost! I don't want to see you again.

-Mr. Benda is not a murderer. -He's the boss of the political police.

No! Fritz!

That Benda of yours, it was his people.

Tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Fritz, what are you doing here?

You're mistaking me for someone else.

What's this, Daddy?

Do you recognize me?

Anno?

Stop! What are you doing?

You can't go out there.

Don't go out there! Stay inside, mate!

We want our money back!

FIVE WEEKS EARLIER 20 SEPTEMBER 1929

-Why so many rolls? -I don't know.

-Morning. -Didn't he--

-Morning. When did you get home? -Morning.

Late. I didn't want to disturb you.

Don't get upset!

WOMEN'S PENAL INSTITUTION BERLIN-FRIEDRICHSHAIN

REJECTED REJECTED

You are very persistent about this matter.

It's my heartfelt wish, madam.

Greta Overbeck and I are close.

She doesn't give us that impression.

-Why ever not? -It doesn't say that here.

She expressly refuses to see anybody.

In particular DS Charlotte Ritter.

I'm just an assistant inspector.

It says DS here.

Well, I can't help you there.

You're not even related.

Please sign here.

One more thing, Weintraub. This is Mr. Ulrich from police records.

What does the joker want?

Dactyloscopy.

-Fingerprints. -Just a formality.

-For my release? -For our files. A prophylactic measure.

Precautionary.

Please.

Well, then, show me how you do it.

Thumb.

This is part of it.

GATE 2

Look at that, Stick-it-in Fuchs.

Welcome.

Well, well, well.

The clothes make the man, huh?

Señor Walter.

Cigarette?

Here you are.

Vera?

Mr. Weintraub.

Caught red-handed.

You know what? You go ahead.

-I'll go for a spin with the lady here. -They're all waiting.

All the more suspense.

Come closer.

Don't you worry.

I won't hurt you. Come on.

FILM STUDIOS NEUBABELSBERG POTSDAM-NOWAWES

We'll repeat the sequence for "We've Lost Each Other Long Ago,"

the third and fourth shot. Let's get to work.

-Quiet, please. -We're rolling.

-Sound. -Sound is running.

-Roll it. -89-15, take two.

And action.

I don't see where you are going

When silence reigns and loneliness

Makes my mind heavy

A wind of grief and sorrow blows

You won't tell me where you're going.

It's your own stubbornness That leads you on your journey

It pains me that I have to ask of you

What you ask of me

It's been troubling me so long

It's been troubling me so long

The longing that I once had

Your reluctance has replaced it now

We have long lost each other

We've grown apart in our hearts

We are the tail of yesterday's magic

And in our souls pain alone is burning

Yesterday is melting

Tomorrow is stony

Hope is going to ruin

There's no world where we are still safe

And lonely I go who knows where

We were given so much happiness

But now it's extinct in our souls

Too much waiting changed things

It's cold in my heart, I make no secret of it

We have long lost each other

We've grown apart in our hearts

We are the tail of yesterday's magic

And in our souls pain alone is burning

Betty?

Oh, God.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, my little flower.

First, a man has to do what he has to do.

And then...

he can do what he wants to do.

-Yes? -This is Bellman.

There's been an accident at the studio.

-What kind of accident? -I-- I-- I...

Stop the stammering, Bellman, talk.

Betty Winter is dead.

I'm coming.

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

Hello.

Hi.

You'll have to hurry if you want to read all these before your exam.

No, I'm just returning them to the library.

May I?

-What's the exam? -Forensics.

With Ulrich from the records department and Gennat.

A 30-minute practical exam, crime scene analysis and forensics.

I fear it's not exactly my strong suit.

You can do this.

-You think? -Why, yes, of course.

Did you go to prison this morning?

Yup. Greta doesn't want to see me.

She expressly put that on the record.

-The judgment is still out. -I have to go.

Break a leg!

I didn't mean it like that.

Hi, boss.

-What's up? -Stay there, we have to go downstairs.

-Where to? -Babelsberg Film Studios.

Buddha's order, we're to go there immediately.

Betty Winter.

One of the greatest-- what am I saying-- the greatest hope

we have on stage and in film.

-Had. -Pardon?

Well, now she's...

This is a huge tragedy.

And I only just met her.

-You mean personally? -Less than a fortnight ago.

An autograph session in Babelsberg

on Betty's birthday.

Studio shoot for her last film.

Demon of Passion.

-Doesn't that already exist? -Only on stage.

But now a brand-new musical film with sound.

So you hear them talk at the cinema?

Yes, and not just talk. They also sing.

Incredible woman.

No wonder the Americans wanted to lure her there.

Who was that again?

Her husband, Tristan Rot.

He plays the male lead in the film.

Her husband? I thought he was queer.

Yes, he is, but he loved her.

Very much.

What's going on here?

Once again, the press were faster than we were.

Detective, what's going on here?

Do you know more about the Betty Winter case?

CID, make way.

-No recordings. -Article 118 of the Reich law:

-Every citizen has the right-- -But not now and not here.

-There is no censorship. -That's enough.

Reinhold, can't you do something? Please.

Close the gates.

Don't touch anything.

-Homicide division, hello. -Homicide?

But it was an accident.

-Who are you? -Jo Bellman, I'm the producer.

It was obviously an accident.

-I mean, we all saw it-- -We're here to clarify this.

You stay with me. Everyone else please wait off the set.

So, what exactly happened?

Case study no. 16. A lifeless body,

found in the early morning by the family gardener

in the property's garage, identified by the wife,

who called the police immediately.

All external circumstances point towards suicide.

Miss...

-Ritter. Charlotte Ritter. -Please, Miss Ritter. Ladies first.

Explain the five steps of the procedure to determine death,

the Gennat method.

One, I get a first general overview of the crime scene.

-Here? -Right here.

Please don't touch.

Two, staff will look for evidence and clues.

-How could this have happened? -The lamp toppled

and the screwheads were torn out.

Where's the cable for the spotlight?

-It's here. -Don't touch!

It's quite the weight, 10kW.

Boss, shall we start?

Search the set for clues. The Gennat method.

Yes, sir.

Gloves!

Very good, the gloves.

Each detail is tagged.

The spotlight was fixed with these screws.

Completely intact.

Three, take pictures of the crime scene.

Four, witnesses are questioned.

My husband was with me all night.

One moment, Mrs. Klopsch. First the question, then the answer.

-Sorry. -What's your name?

Tilly Brooks.

I see. Where are you from?

-Boston. -Boston?

Can you tell me in more detail?

I didn't see anything, I was looking the other way.

What about the husband, Tristan Rot?

Tristan?

I didn't see anything, I was up on the rope.

-Rot wasn't here today. -It was his day off as far as I know.

Who's responsible for the lighting?

-Peter Glaser, the head light technician. -Where is he?

He only oversaw the setup. Then they changed shifts, he left with the others.

Do you have his data on file?

-Of course. -Where do you suspect fingerprints?

-Up there, on the balustrade. -Correct. Take your time.

On the door handle, on the steering wheel...

Keep going.

-And on the hose on the exhaust pipe. -Very good.

Detective, the incident was filmed by this camera.

We need to have it developed immediately.

I've already taken the liberty of getting that started.

Here you are.

Peter Glaser's personal file.

-Very well. That's it for now. -Mr. Bellman.

The fifth and last step,

evacuation of the body and evaluation of the results at headquarters.

Very good, Miss Ritter. Thank you. Next.

Detective!

We need you to sign here that it was an accident. Please.

You'll get it once we've evaluated everything.

And if it was an accident.

In the lab, the dactyloscopic examination showed

that the deceased's fingerprints are not congruent with those

found on the hose on the exhaust pipe.

A comparison with the wife's fingerprints,

seen on the right here,

confirm the assumption that this was no suicide,

this was an insidious murder by the wife.

Thank you.

And the motive?

-Revenge. -Really?

Yes. The husband had poisoned her lapdog.

-Miss Doris, please note-- -Hang on, not so fast.

Please switch it off again.

Miss Ritter, please explain in more detail the differences between the fingerprints.

Yes, the...

The grooves are different.

The grooves?

Well, the dorm--

The epidormal ridges

-You mean the epidermal ridges. -Yes, I'm sorry.

The epidermal ridges are different on every person.

Yes, well, every child knows that.

But how do the images of the epidermal ridges differ?

The basic form.

By their basic form. There are three basic forms and the minutes.

Minutes is what the clock has.

They are called minutiae, deduced from?

Latin for?

Minutiae.

Latin for detail.

All right. But maybe you can give us the basic forms.

Well, there are whorls

and...

And?

Whorls and...

Esther?

Walter is here.

About time.

Looks like you've been expecting someone.

Welcome back.

Oh, my favourite pests.

What do I see there?

Well, look at that.

Where did these come from?

Thank you.

Edgar.

Welcome home.

I need to show you something.

-What, right now? -Yes.

We'll go to Moka Efti.

It won't take long.

No, wait.

I'll take that myself.

See you later, guys.

STOCK EXCHANGE BERLIN-MITTE

Every single sector is joining in.

Each segment we banked on did well.

Some of them in two-digit percentages.

Mrs. Nyssen, the rally is going up. The Dow Jones is at a historic high.

Prosperity for everyone.

The history of world finance is rewritten.

A few months ago, no one would have believed

that every American chimney sweep, each German employee could have stock.

Our fund is banking on growth.

Particularly for large-scale investors like you.

Mr. Ahrensen, the trust is interested in the new offer from your consortium.

This is encouraging.

What sum?

BUSINESS STATISTICS

Forty-five million American dollars.

The economy is growing.

It's going uphill all the time.

Prosperity for everyone.

Do you believe that?

I beg your pardon?

You see, Wegener, I am someone who is seeing a mad-doctor.

He says he's a "psychotherapist."

But I say he's a mad-doctor.

I see him because I was peculiar as a child.

I never played with the others.

I would have liked to, but...

I didn't really know how.

Anyway...

He says I'm manic, my mad-doctor.

That's when you want to do and achieve a lot very fast at the same time.

Off the cuff, without practice or skills.

You could say megalomaniac.

And he says I'm depressed.

That's when you don't want to do or achieve anything at all.

Except maybe die or... just lie in bed.

And those two phases, the manic and the depressive, they alternate with me.

My mad-doctor is supposed to anticipate the changes and...

adjust my medication accordingly.

Right now, for instance, Wegener,

a manic phase is coming.

And do you know

how to recognize a manic phase?

You suddenly realize how everything is connected.

What we see right now is a mania at the stock market.

Something is inflating here.

Wegener, that Ahrensen guy and his Jewish business finance,

they are nothing but a state-subsidized, international criminal gang.

We'll put a stop to their game.

And we'll get our money back and our country.

With their means.

We need to get a hold of the client lists of the large banks.

I want to know if the small investors really all fall for this scam and...

and how much they actually know about this.

I'm sure it's possible to procure those client lists.

But illegal.

Yes, we're turning criminal now, Wegener.

The mail!

-Hello. -Hello.

Curtains.

It's heavy.

Here, let me help you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

-Okay. Bye. -Bye.

First he acts all friendly and gives me a "you'll be fine" look,

and then he fails me.

-Because of the minutes? -Minutiae.

-Can't you take the exam again? -In a year.

What do I do without investigatory powers for one year?

Now I'm not allowed first access at crime scenes.

And Doris told me all male candidates passed and they were a lot worse.

-So you need to be better. -I am better!

They simply don't want any women in the department.

I do.

Charlotte, stop it.

You're still an assistant inspector,

even without crime scene authorization.

And I need your sharp mind right now.

Are you coming?

Where to?

We're going to the movies.

You have to learn to distinguish between relevant and irrelevant questions.

Is it irrelevant that you know what minutiae are?

The young woman established the circumstances of the crime perfectly.

And then you threw her off track.

I asked for simple technical knowledge.

It's your credo, sir.

The biggest secrets are hidden in the smallest of details.

Precision is important in our work,

but pettiness is harmful.

This is where we disagree, Mr. Ulrich.

Mr. Gräf.

Go ahead.

Appalling.

Can we see the last part again?

I can only show you all of it.

But we have a cutting table.

Okay.

Well, I never.

How did this happen?

Someone tampered with the water pipe.

It was a proper explosion.

-So it wasn't an accident? -No.

Who would have done that?

I don't know yet.

There's more bad news.

Betty Winter.

No accident, either.

What makes you say that?

I cleaned up the place before the cops arrived.

The spotlight had been tampered with.

-Who knows about this? -No one...

saw anything.

-No one. -Is that clear?

Sawed through?

Walter, there was something fishy about the production from the start.

Right away, a fire in props storage.

One week later, a crane falls onto the set.

The next day, someone steals the camera off the truck,

and then...

two weeks later,

there's a murder.

Who is behind that? What do you think?

Walter, we invested a lot of money, you hear? A shitload.

How much of ours is in there?

One million.

And a second million from the bank.

Screw me.

If the cops find out that it wasn't an accident, we'll be left with the costs.

I think we'll have to go pay a couple of people a visit.

Stop. There.

Her.

What is she doing?

What is she looking at?

-Do we know who it is? -Tilly Brooks.

That name doesn't ring a bell.

The lady's name is Mathilde Spielmann.

Tilly Brooks must be an alias.

-Do you have her address? -Yes.

I'd like to question her.

-I'll visit her. -Or I will.

Or both of you?

Yes, boss.

Oh, I'll take that now. I'm going to the lab now, Mrs... Rath.

-Do I have to do anything else? -The nurse wrote down your appointment?

Yes.

That's it? No examination?

No. We'll inject a mouse with your sample.

If there is chorionic gonadotropin in your urine,

the animal's ovaries will react by ovulating within the next 72 hours.

Come back later this week for an appointment with Dr. Zondek.

Okay.

Next, please.

Finished your work, miss?

Where's Toni?

Toilet.

And has he been in already?

-Who? -The night owl.

Oh, him. Yes, just now.

Just now?

He's supposed to be out by 7:00.

He's got the day, we have the night. It's in the lease.

It's nearly eight now.

You can discuss it with the man himself.

But I don't know him.

What? Still haven't seen your fellow tenant?

Not so far, no.

Give it to me, moron.

There you are.

Come on.

Oh, he's left a mess again, that idiot.

Typical.

Just drops everything.

All right.

Cant he read, that swine? House rules.

At least he has a gramophone.

Right, now we'll put everything in his bed linen.

Through all of history

A breeze of emancipation is blowing

From human beings to infusoria

Women want to be on the throne everywhere

From the Amazons to the girls of Berlin...

Look at this. Disgusting thing.

Throw it away!

What men can do

We've been doing for a long time

And maybe a whole lot more

Out with the men in the Reichstag

And out with the men in the Landtag

And out with the men in the House of Lords

We'll make it a house of ladies

Out with the men altogether

Out with the men forever

Out with men for the better

They should have been gone long ago

Yeah, out with the men in the hall

And in with women, one and all

Well, there you go.

Truth is a treacherous beast.

Our alliance with the past is diffused by our desire to form versions

and variations of our experiences.

But there are no versions of the truth.

The truth is singular.

There is a subject across from me today, let's call him "Siegfried".

The challenge is to demonstrate with him

how much man tends to get tangled up in lies and self-deception

simply out of the desire to make meaning

out of the incomprehensible things that happen to him.

Siegfried, are you ready?

Yes.

Focus. Don't waste any time on your answers.

The more time an answer has to follow a question,

the less room there is for the truth.

So answer my questions immediately now.

Yes.

-Do you love the ocean? -Yes.

-Do you love mountains? -No.

-Do you love cigarettes? -Yes.

-Have you ever killed a human being? -Yes.

-When did you kill them? -In the war.

And in civil life?

-Yes. -Do you love your father?

Yes.

Do you love your father?

Yes.

-Why are you crying? -I don't know.

-You're evading. Why are you crying? -I don't know.

Your tears are distracting. Why are you crying?

Because...

-it hurts. -Correct.

-You feel the pain because you lied? -Yes.

-You redirected it into tears? -Yes.

Speaking the truth will conquer your pain.

Yes.

Do you love your father?

I hate him.

-Do you desire other women? -Yes.

-Do you desire the woman you live with? -Yes.

-No. -If not, why not?

-I don't know. -If not, why not?

-I don't know. I don't know! -If not, then why not?

-Because I am lying to her. -Why do you have to lie to her?

Because he's demanding me to.

-Who is he? -My brother.

Where is your brother?

Where is your brother?

My brother is dead.

-Is that the truth? -Yes.

What is demanded of you?

To tell the truth.

Why do you lie to the woman you live with?

-I don't lie to her. -That's right.

-Where is your brother? -He is dead.

-Do you lie to the woman you live with? -No.

You see?

But...

I'm losing her.

-You're not losing her. -Yes, I am.

-You're not losing her. -She's leaving, I'm losing her.

You can't lose her.

Why?

Because she's not yours.

-Repeat this. -She's not mine.

You can't lose anything because you don't own anything.

I own nothing.

You're not afraid because you can't lose anything. Say it.

I'm not afraid... because I don't own anything.

You have embarked on a journey,

Siegfried, on a journey to the light.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes.

Do you want to guide us from the darkness to the light?

Yes.

Do you want to guide us from the darkness to the light?

Yes.

Bring the truth to light?

-To the truth, to the light. -To the truth,

to the light.

To the truth, to the light.

To the truth, to the light.

To the truth, to the light...