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(dramatic clanging music)

(film clacking)

(dramatic music)

(wind whistling)

(somber music)

(horse snorting)

(horse whimpering)

(rat squeaking)

(flies buzzing)

(birds cawing)

- Girl, where are (girl panting)

you running to?

(girl panting)

(rifle firing)

(men laughing)

(bottles clinking) - Yeah, there we go.

- Nice shot, Lazaro.

- Right.

(girl wheezing)

(rifle clicking) - You bitch.

- Wait, watch me.

(man grunting)

(explosion booming)

(rocks clattering)

- [Mother] Ilyas, stop, where are you going?

- Mom, my brother's there.

I have to find him.

- Please don't go, my little one.

- Mom-- - Ilyas, don't go.

- I can't leave him there.

- You'll die, too, my son.

(mother crying)

- I won't, Mom, I promise.

- No.

- Promise.

- There is no winning side of war.

(mother cries)

- No, no!

(rocks clattering)

(explosion booming)

(crying) No.

- Ilyas.

Ilyas!

- Ali.

(tense music)

(fly buzzing)

Ali.

(crow cawing)

(men laughing and chattering)

- Oye.

I'm from this town. (men laughing)

(somber music)

- Ali?

(Ilyas panting)

(wind whistling)

- Brother?

- Ali?

- [Man] (chuckling) Yeah.

(rat squeaking) (suspenseful music)

- You hear that?

- Huh?

- There he is. (rifle clacking)

(rifle firing)

- Ali.

- Brother.

(rifle firing)

- Ali, don't move.

I'm coming.

(rifle clicking)

Ali, no.

(rifle firing)

(can clanging)

No.

(rifle firing)

(bullet ricocheting)

- Brother, I'm here.

I'm here, brother.

Come, come here.

(rifle firing)

Brother.

(somber music)

- Ali, don't stand up.

Ali, no.

Ali, no.

(rifle firing)

Ali!

(bullet thudding)

Ali.

(men laughing)

(rifle firing)

(Ilyas shouting)

No!

(explosion booming)

(men laughing and chattering)

(glasses clinking)

- [Man] Ilyas, hurry up.

- He serves a purpose.

I'm glad we didn't kill him.

He's one of us now (laughing).

- He is my little spy.

He informs me about the beautiful girls

in Albanian villages.

(men laughing)

- [Man] Here here.

Here here.

- [Man In White Collar] Ilyas, bring two more bottles.

- Okay.

(men laughing)

(eerie music)

(bird chirping)

(owl hooting)

Ilyas, where are you?

Finally.

- [Man] Mmm, yes.

- Ilyas, I heard you sing very well.

Come on, sing us a song.

Ah, let's get you up here.

- [Man] Yeah.

- Come on, sing.

(men laughing)

- Ilyas, come on, sing! - Yes, come on, sing!

(singing in foreign language)

(rifles firing) (somber music)

(glass shattering)

- [Man] Ilyas!

(men cheering) (tense accordion music)

- [Men] Yes!

- [Man] Long live the Albanians!

- [Men] Long live!

- Long live Ilyas!

- [Men] Long live Ilyas!

Yeah!

(tense music)

(insects chirping)

("O Sole Mio")

(singing in foreign language)

- Welcome, your honorable Menemencioglu.

Ah, welcome, Your Excellency.

- Who is singing?

- Oh, one of our personnel, Your Excellency.

- Hmm, an interesting personnel.

(glasses clinking)

- I will have you in the waiting room.

The German Ambassador and his attendants are here.

- The British delegation is here, sir.

- [Numan] Thank you.

(people chattering)

- The British are here.

- Moyzisch,

I am listening.

(singing in foreign language)

- You know that our leader is paying attention

to the relations with the Turks, my Ambassador.

- It's not like the Turks will go and side

with the British just because I'm listening to an aria.

(audience applauding)

- What a pity.

A beautiful voice like this should not be wasted

on the ears of the Nazis.

(all chuckling) (somber music)

- [Mrs. Moyzisch] How are things?

Are you getting used to it?

- Ayranci is a good place.

- (chuckles) Yes, dear.

Lots of kids' noises.

Anyway.

Cornelia, we must find someone for you.

These balls aren't suitable places

for beautiful women to come alone.

(Cornelia laughing)

- Perhaps when

the war is over. (singing in foreign language)

Men... (people chattering)

- [Mrs. Moyzisch] Don't.

- My dear, don't embarrass my secretary.

You're even more attractive

when you are embarrassed.

(singing in foreign language)

(flash popping)

- Something calls for your attention, Mr. Moyzisch.

- Excuse me.

- The document, give me the document.

- Mr. Moyzisch--

- Give me the paper, please!

- Excuse me, with your permission.

Mr. Moyzisch.

Please.

You are disturbing our guests.

I'd like to remind you that you

are in the Yugoslavian Embassy.

- You, sir, can give a diplomatic note if you like.

My own personnel,

I know what to do with them.

(audience applauding)

- Let go of me, let me go!

(gentle waltz music) (people chattering)

- What's going on?

- One of the German guests have been arrested, sir.

- I want to meet the person singing the aria.

- [Ilyas] (clears throat) Champagne, Your Excellency?

- No, I don't want more champagne.

- That happens to be the singer, sir.

- Oh, an interesting singing, mister--

- Ilyas Bazna.

- Bazna.

So where are you from, Mr. Bazna?

- I'm Turkish, sir.

- Hmm, Turkish.

- [Hughe] I'd like to see you

in our embassy tomorrow, Mr. Bazna.

- Champagne, please.

- I'm coming, my lady.

- I want it now.

(woman sighs)

Ah.

The Ghazi Pasha taught them everything except servitude.

- May God never destine servitude

for the Turkish nation, my lady.

(tense drumming music)

(woman grunting)

- It was just a simple rendezvous.

He gave me his home address

so that I could go to his house.

I swear I didn't betray my country.

(dog barking) (woman crying)

- But it's a lie.

A lie.

Look.

This is betrayal.

This is betrayal.

Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal!

This, all of them!

What did you give him?

What did you give him?

- May all of your lives end!

(Moyzisch grunting) (chair clattering)

Hitler will fall down and you will fall down with him.

Ah, you scoundrels!

You will go down!

(bones cracking)

(wind whistling)

(airplane engines whining and rumbling)

(child shouting)

- [Adolf] They wanted war.

Finally, they've got the war they wanted.

There is no reconciliation!

(glass shattering)

There is just war!

Sweden, Denmark, Holland, (bomb whistling)

Belgium, Ireland, (explosion booming)

Portugal, Poland, Hungary,

Romania, Yugoslavia, Russia, Bulgaria,

Iraq, Arabia, Syria, (airplane engine whining)

Palestine, Egypt. (explosions thudding)

Today, you are face to face with the great German nation!

Long live Germany, victory! (explosion booming)

(tense music)

- You have impressive references, Mr. Bazna.

And you passed

the security clearance investigation everywhere.

You have worked a lot in a lot of embassies as well.

You have a good understanding of German and French.

So you speak French.

What about English?

- Not so well, sir.

- All right.

You are going to be the gentleman's private valet.

The less you happen to know,

the better off you'll be.

Follow me please.

(door clattering)

(light knocking)

I'm walking Mr. Bazna

around the embassy, Your Excellency.

- Welcome, Mr. Bazna.

- Thank you, sir.

- Take him to the tailor's shop at once.

Everything must be clear and clean here, Mr. Bazna,

for the gentleman's right ear can't hear very well.

It's a memory from the war in China.

I hope you are aware of the secrecy here, Mr. Bazna.

Don't share what you hear here with anyone.

- Have no doubt about it, sir.

- Good.

Otherwise, I think you know what will happen to you.

The tailor's address. (somber music)

Go at once, don't lose time.

- Yes, sir.

- Your bedroom, Mr. Bazna.

- Your name?

- [Ziya] Ziya.

- Thank you, Ziya.

(emotional orchestral music)

(bird chirping)

(tense drumming music) (typewriter clacking)

(typewriter clacking)

- Come in.

(distant dog barking)

More beautiful.

You are more beautiful than you look

on the photograph.

Mrs. Kapp, the photograph could not

capture your grace.

- You are very kind.

Your wife said the same thing.

- Mmm, yeah.

Write it down.

To the Office of the Racial Policy.

(tense music)

We will, as soon as possible,

be sending you

the information of all our personnel

currently employed in the embassy,

(suspenseful music)

for the implementation of the following proposal.

T4, dated 3-7-1942.

File number 218/83. (air whooshing)

Natural selection, Miss Kapp. (woman laughing)

(tense music)

It's the law of nature.

How can we claim that we have built

the Aryan race

without taking the crippled

and the weak ones out from our society?

Miss Kapp.

Is there something wrong?

- No, nothing.

- Good.

I need the personnel files.

I'm going to run through everyone's family

one by one.

(distant dog barking)

- Now, sir?

- Yah.

- At once.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

Here they are.

- Your father was a diplomat, is that correct?

- [Cornelia] Yes.

- You grew up in Turkey.

- Yes.

It is our duty to serve Germany

everywhere and in any way we can, Mr. Moyzisch.

- How nice.

But missing.

There are missing documents in your file.

- It's only been a couple of weeks

since I came here, you know.

I will provide them as soon as possible.

- Thank you.

(somber orchestral music)

(children laughing)

- Welcome, my lady.

What would you like?

- Water and plain coffee, please.

- [Waiter] Ah, as you wish.

- Surely, we'll join the war.

We cannot keep silent

while the whole world is on fire, right?

But I think we should side with the British

and be on the winning side this time.

What do you think there, sir?

- I've never seen a winner at war.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

(emotional orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

- Miss.

Miss?

Are you all right?

- Yes.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Must have been my blood pressure.

- Okay, friends, the lady is okay.

(people chattering) (distant whistle whistling)

- You?

- Ilyas Bazna.

- Cornelia Kapp.

- At your service.

(children laughing)

I cause you some trouble?

- Nonsense.

- I wouldn't feel at ease otherwise.

(Cornelia chuckles)

(children shouting) (man shouting)

It was beautiful.

(chuckles) I mean, the aria you sang.

- Thank you.

- Are you an opera singer?

- I wish.

It's kind of like a hobby of mine.

- It's good.

This is where I live.

- Oh.

- Thank you for this pleasant walk.

- Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow?

- Well...

I stay pretty late at work.

- Won't take no as an answer.

I believe I deserve it I must say.

Would it be disrespectful of me to wait here

tomorrow evening to take you out to dinner?

- All right.

Thank you again.

(bird chirping)

- Agust. (tense music)

- [Gulsum] Agust, run,

your mama's home. (emotional orchestral music)

Welcome, my lady.

- Your Excellency, your bathtub is ready.

- Thank you.

Ilyas, have you heard about the T4?

It's unbelievable.

The Nazis came up with this new thing.

From what I've heard, they are killing the crippled

and the mentally ill.

Hitler must have gone crazy.

Oh, oh.

Ah.

Ilyas, where did you learn the song you sang at the ball?

- At the mansion, Your Excellency.

- Uh huh.

- It was the favorite aria of the Ghazi Pasha.

- It is my favorite, too.

Come on, sing it, then.

- Right here?

- Yes, now.

- Right now?

- Do it.

- I'm not sure.

- Mr. Bazna, sing.

(Ilyas clears throat)

(singing in foreign language)

(gentle music)

(singing in foreign language)

(cricket chirping) (gentle music)

- Agust.

Not now, please.

Look at me.

Look, I'll only be gone a couple of hours.

Okay?

I have to go, I promised.

(light knocking)

I'll answer.

- I got curious when you didn't show up.

Is there a problem?

- Hey, you go home.

- (gasps) Agust!

I'm so so...

Ah, thank you.

Well, come in.

Please, come in.

- Welcome.

- Good evening.

(clock ticking)

- My son, Agust.

I'm terribly sorry, he's just not used to having me,

oh, I mean, not having me at home in the evenings.

- Good evening, friend.

- My lady, let me take it.

(dishes clacking)

- Take this, Agust.

Ah, ah, ah.

Don't drop it.

(Ilyas chuckles)

If my friend doesn't want us to leave,

then we won't leave.

Do you have garlic?

(lively music)

- Do you need help?

- No, I'm good.

* Meatballs, meatballs

- It's very good.

- Really?

Look, this is how we do it.

We roll it first.

Then you squeeze it really hard.

Come on, do it.

Wanna make one more?

Come on, do it.

You make all of them.

(drowned out by music)

To your mom?

To you.

Throw!

- This is what I could find for dessert.

I wonder which mouse ate the rest of the cake!

- Well, then, I'm glad the mouse left us some.

(dog barking)

- I'm sorry.

The night hasn't turned out quite like you expected.

- Oh, nonsense.

It turned out exactly like I had hoped.

I've been longing for a family dinner for a long time.

So how 'bout we do this again?

Mmm, tomorrow?

- (chuckles) Tomorrow is going to be

a very busy day for me.

I'm going to be at the horseracing field

with my superior, Mr. Moyzisch.

How 'bout the weekend?

- How about the weekend?

(Cornelia chuckling)

There you go.

(tense music)

(timer ticking)

(rocking chair creaking)

(air whooshing)

(clock cuckoos)

(bird chirping)

(door creaking

(door clacking)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(clock ticking)

(somber music)

(door creaking)

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(glass clanking)

(tense music)

(glass thudding) (suspenseful music)

(camera clicking)

(door clattering)

(footsteps clacking)

(clock ticking)

(typewriter clacking)

(air whooshing)

(camera clicking)

(horse snorting)

- Dear ladies and gentlemen!

You've shown grace by attending

to the Ghazi Cup Horseriding Race,

(audience applauding)

held under the aegis of Marshal Fevzi Cakmak Pasha.

(horse whinnying)

In today's race, the German and the Italian teams

will also be racing along with the Turkish team.

(horse whinnying)

The captain of the Turkish team

is Captain Ahmet Celal Yakar.

(audience applauding)

The captain of the Italian team

is Captain Gulliana Gemma. (audience applauding)

The captain of the German team (audience applauding)

is Major Hans Dietrich Shroeder.

(speaking in foreign language)

The captain of the German team,

Major Hans Dietrich Shroeder, will be racing first.

- You should come with me in the evenings.

I don't want to leave you alone

in these boring Ankara nights.

- (chuckles) Thank you.

But you know I just moved.

I will come once I'm settled.

- It would be nice.

- I would be glad if you provided

the missing documents, too (chuckles).

- [Mrs. Moyzisch] Shall we get something to drink?

(tense music)

(horse whinnying)

(audience applauding)

(audience applauding)

(audience applauding)

- [Announcer] The captain of the Italian team,

Captain Gulliana Gemma.

- [Audience] Oh!

(horse whinnying)

(audience applauding)

(people chattering)

(tense music)

- That's for you.

And if you are interested, meet me at the opera

with 20,000 pounds.

I hope you like Tosca.

(audience applauding)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle suspenseful music)

(horn honking) (people chattering)

(tense music)

- [Announcer] Ladies, gentlemen,

the play will begin in three minutes.

(tense orchestral music)

(audience applauding) (bell chimes)

(light orchestral music)

- I have seen you before, haven't I?

I have.

You were singing an aria at the Yugoslavian Embassy.

Bourgeois pleasures you have, mister--

- Did you bring the money?

(Moyzisch chuckles)

- Do you expect me to believe that Sofia

is going to be bombed by the Allied Forces?

- Is that what I said?

I, myself, would never read the documents.

I don't care what's written on them.

- What do you care about?

- Money really.

(Moyzisch chuckling)

- You do realize that you want to be paid in pounds

from a German.

- Unfortunately, your currency is not as valuable

as the currency of the country you are at war with.

Money, please.

Enjoy the show.

(emotional orchestral music)

(lively music)

(singing in foreign language)

(dishes clanking)

- Moyzisch, are you sure the source is reliable?

(birds chirping)

What's his name?

That butler.

(tense music)

The butler we saw at the Yugoslavian Embassy,

the one who was singing arias.

- How did you find him?

- He found me.

- And where did he get these documents from?

- I don't know.

(suspenseful music)

Possibly the British.

This could be a game

the British set up to deceive us.

- Moyzisch, these documents need to be taken

to Berlin at once.

I want you to take them.

- Me?

But what if they are fake?

- You would suffer the rage of our leader

for bringing fake intelligence.

If they are authentic,

then you have yourself a reliable source.

But he must have a code name.

Mmm.

Cicero. (dramatic music)

Have these transmitted under the code name of Cicero,

Wolf's Lair, Hitler headquarters.

I'll be briefing our leader.

You'll be giving the documents yourself.

- [Soldier] Your papers, please.

- Fuhrer has ordered for you.

(typewriter clacking)

(phone ringing)

- Heil, Hitler.

- So they are going to bomb Sofia.

Nonsense!

Cicero, huh?

Is Ankara wasting time on ancient tales

while we are waging war here?

(birds chirping)

- Sir, the intelligence

could be authentic.

- Do you want to seal your fate with this?

We will wait and see.

Yah?

(singing in foreign language)

- [Shopkeeper] Ah, welcome, sir.

- Would you happen to have a Model G camera?

- [Shopkeeper] Oh, yes, wait a moment.

- You know, for the kiddo.

- [Cornelia] Come here, my love.

Which one of the hats do you like?

(people chattering)

What are we doing now?

- We are enjoying this beautiful day.

Hmm?

(Cornelia chuckling)

Come on.

(lighthearted music)

(children shouting))

- (chuckles) He's fallen asleep, at last.

- [Ilyas] Thanks to me.

- (chuckles) He's starting to trust you.

I wouldn't be at home at this hour

if Mr. Moyzisch were not in Germany.

I wish he stayed there forever.

I can't devote enough time to Agust.

- Where is his father?

His father left us

once he found out about our son's condition.

Saying that such a defective son could not be his.

I guess he only married me for my father's status.

He was an ambassador.

Turns out he is (somber music)

just the perfect son-in-law for him.

Because my father is the same.

When he understood Agust's condition,

he told me to drop him off somewhere and leave.

Think about it.

Like he's a puppy.

It's so hard to trust someone.

I don't want war anymore.

- There's no war here.

- Eventually, Turkey will join the war, too.

(light emotional music)

- Don't be so sure.

- You are a strange person, Ilyas.

It's like

you have the power to resolve all problems.

It's like you have the power to overcome anything.

(romantic music)

(airplanes rumbling) (air raid sirens blaring)

- [Announcer] The bombing of Sofia

by Allied Forces.

(people screaming)

(bombs whistling)

(explosions thudding) (airplane engines whining)

- [Man] Attention, attention!

All the embassy staff is ordered

to go to their place of duty

under Von Papen's urgent code.

(tense music)

- So the intelligence was authentic.

Why didn't our leader take any measure?

His distrust cost us hundreds of soldiers.

Send a message to Moyzisch.

We have to find Cicero!

(clock ticking)

- [Harry] You may leave, Mr. Bazna.

- The Germans will respond (tense music)

to the attack on Sofia.

We have to finish this quickly.

- Our assassin will be waiting on a crowded street.

- You have to be sure you can do this.

- [Harry] Don't worry, Your Excellence.

Our ally isn't aware it's a shrapnel bomb.

Von Papen and the assassin will certainly die tomorrow.

And the assassination will be blamed

on the Turks.

- [Hughe] This will determine the fate of the war.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps clacking)

(clock ticking)

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

(tense music)

(singing in foreign language) (people chattering)

- Oh, well, I see you don't frequent home

as much as you do the tavern.

- As if you do.

- I do from time to time.

I water the flowers

and look at our wedding pictures.

Feels good to feel married (chuckles).

What happened?

- What happens if the German ambassador

is killed here?

- Germany would declare war on Turkey.

And we would side with the British.

- Someone is about to make us join the war by force.

(audience cheering and applauding)

(somber music)

(people chattering)

- [Woman] Nice to meet you.

Hope to see you again.

- Goodbye, take care of yourself, eh?

- Ah, mmm, oh.

It was a beautiful day.

(dramatic music)

- Sir, excuse me.

You've forgotten your glasses.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you. (tense music)

(dramatic music)

(men grunting)

- I want the identification of anyone who entered

or didn't enter the embassy today!

And I want every room checked!

- [Man] Yes, sir.

(birds chirping)

- [Harry] You weren't at the embassy

this morning, Mr. Bazna.

- I went out for a walk, Mr. Wellington.

I lost track of time.

Is there a problem? (bird chirping)

(clock ticking)

- I hope not.

(bird chirping)

You're cruel, Mr. Bazna.

You're enslaving a bird.

Maybe it wants to go home.

Who knows where it's from?

(gentle music)

What's its name?

- Ilyas.

When friends say my name, it looks.

It's just a bird.

- We found it, sir! (tense music)

Sir, we found these in Suzie's room.

- What's going on?

- Take her away.

- Harry, what's going on?

What are you doing?

Harry!

Leave me alone!

(Suzie grunts)

I didn't do anything.

I swear.

I didn't do anything!

- There are spies among us!

Nothing happened between you and Suzie, right?

- No, Your Majesty.

She was just an employee.

(clock ticking)

- After this I think you'll be a little bit more careful

when choosing your employees, Mr. Wellington.

This girl has ruined all of our plans!

(door clattering)

- What now?

- Would you like anything, Your Excellency?

- We'd call out to you if we wanted something.

Get out!

(Hughe grumbles)

(Hughe sighs)

Churchill shouldn't hear of any of this.

(crickets chirping)

Well, maybe he should.

- [Harry] Of course.

(train rattling)

(train whistle tooting)

(insects chirping) (people chattering)

- Whoever has the Turks their side

wins the war, Mr. Hugessen.

We must finish the job before the Germans.

- We are doing our best, Prime Minister.

- I'm here because you weren't, Mr. Hugessen.

(train rattling) (train whistle tooting)

- [Soldier] Present arms!

- [Soldier] Present arms!

(train chugging)

(wheels screeching)

- [Man] Mr. Churchill, President Inonu.

- Mr. Hugessen.

(film clacking)

We are ready to give you more than you need, Ismet Pasha.

We also promise to lay the infrastructure

by repairing the railways at once to supply your army.

We also promise to supply the border points

in the Thrace region

with antiaircraft again.

What we ask in return

is only that you give us permission

to use the military airfields

in Ankara, Istanbul, and Izmir.

(men chattering)

Join the war on our side, Ismet Pasha.

Be on the winning side this time.

(men whispering)

- Ismet Pasha has a serious hearing impairment.

He is saying, he cannot hear you, unfortunately.

- We're increasing the number of the aircrafts to 20

and doubling the number of antiaircrafts.

We can give him 150 more tanks.

(steam hissing)

The Pasha says that we will consider

your offer, Sir Churchill.

- May I remind you

that the last time you joined the war

on the side of Germany.

- Ismet Pasha asks if you know

where we are, Mr. Churchill.

During Greek invasion,

16 soldiers of ours

were put in a wagon (emotional orchestral music)

and burnt right here.

And you come here

and tell us

you want our country

to join the war again, Sir Churchill.

Some of them were my close friends.

Sergeant Mehmed,

Corporal Yakup, (train whistle tooting)

Machinist Ali Raziaphanti, Doctor Yilmaz,

Private Mehmet Yilmaz,

Private Hasan Guzma. (wind whistling)

(lively music)

(camera clicking)

- Get going.

Don't be late.

I'll look after him.

Come on, go.

(crickets chirping)

(lively swing music)

(people chattering)

* When you're by my side

* And speaking softly

* Words you only mean for me

* Somewhere deep inside

* I start to feel

* All the things that love ought to be *

* And when you hold my hand

* And look at me with

* Something special

* In your eyes (birds chirping)

* Then I understand love's mysteries *

* And I know it tells no lies

* I'll give everything

- I wish we could freeze time.

* I've got

* To you - Right at this moment.

Here.

(bird cawing)

- We have to convince him somehow.

We have to make a move before the Germans do.

- Your Excellency, if Mr. Churchill

couldn't convince him personally,

what can we do?

- I am surrounded by unhappy people.

Except Ilyas.

Look at the man, he can smile

even in the middle of this turmoil.

A married man shouldn't be smiling this much, Ilyas,

or they'd think you are in love.

- That would be a fortunate dream, Your Excellency.

Milk?

- Hmm.

Thank you.

(tense drumming music)

(phone ringing)

(Cornelia chuckling)

(tense music)

- Welcome, Mr. Moyzisch.

- The list of children to be sent to Bulgaria

as part of the T4.

Check it please.

By the way,

Miss Kapp, I want your complete file

on my desk immediately.

- Of course, sir.

- Mom!

Mom!

(emotional music)

- I'm sorry, my lady.

When my brother got sick,

I didn't know where else to take your son.

- Miss Kapp, we've found

the missing document in your file.

- Okay, Gulsum.

- Agust.

Shall we go out to the garden?

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

- When I was a child,

I was very afraid of my mother.

She had a heavy hand.

Cruel.

Every morning, oatmeal.

Every morning!

She'd put you in your place

if you didn't eat it.

She wouldn't eat herself.

I understood why later on

why she didn't eat.

Because we had no more.

No more.

Then, she got sick.

I went to her.

She had died two hours before I arrived.

Then it was Germany that raised me!

(dramatic music)

It became my mother.

National Socialism reminded us of who we are now.

- But we are at war.

- Tomorrow belongs to those

who sacrifice today, Cornelia.

(gentle music)

How naive he is.

He isn't even aware of who he is.

How difficult this must be for you.

A kid that needs constant care.

- I would do anything for him.

- I know.

I know what you've been through.

(emotional music)

(somber music)

- Agust, no!

Come here.

(thunder cracking)

(rain pattering)

- You can pass.

Be careful.

You didn't honk.

(thunder cracking)

Are you all right?

- I am.

Well, Mr. Moyzisch is back.

He had a dinner at Karpic this evening.

I dealt with him all day.

Just tired I guess.

Let me check the dinner.

Are you hungry, little mouse?

(thunder cracking)

(thunder cracking) (rain pattering)

(thunder cracking) (Moyzisch gasping)

- Are you drinking alone, Mr. Moyzisch?

- Anyone can have problems.

Maybe.

Don't you?

We've been looking for you everywhere.

Where have you been, butler Cicero?

- Cicero?

(chuckles) Is that how you refer to me?

- Von Papen does.

He calls you that.

I call you Ilyas.

- Bravo.

- Ilyas Bazna.

- You got my name, bravo.

So.

How much would you pay for the minutes of the meeting

between Inonu and Churchill?

- Nonsense!

It can't have happened.

Our intelligence would have known about it.

- Hmm, but it did.

- I thought you weren't reading the documents.

- I don't but I listen.

I want 50,000 pounds for the rest of the documents.

By the way,

and don't drink on your own, Mr. Moyzisch.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

(Ilyas chuckles)

- Asshole.

(dramatic music)

- Ilyas.

- Your Excellency?

- Will you soap my back?

- Would you like to take a break today, Your Excellency?

(gentle music)

- Break?

("Nessun Dorma")

Excellent.

I've always wanted to come here.

It seems really authentic.

Come on, you sing, too.

Join, join.

(clock ticking)

(camera clicking)

- Mr. Menemencioglu what were you thinking

talking to Churchill?

That the Germans would just sit in a corner

and keep silent?

It's your call.

If you want to make enemies with the German Empire, tell me.

- It is not our intention, Mr. Ambassador.

- Couldn't be like that.

It shouldn't be like that.

I work as the chief of staff of your fourth army.

Which, in short, means that I rank a lot higher

than Mustafa Kemal.

- Mean, Mustafa Kemal rejected your request

to be the ambassador.

And after him, Ismet Inonu rejected it, too.

Still, as you can see,

you turned up

like a sort of a bad penny,

Sir Von Papen!

- But I am here now.

If you break off relations with us

and side with the British,

no one can keep our troops in the Thrace region

from destroying Istanbul, Ankara, Izmir.

I am telling you, we can level this city to the ground

With one single bomb.

That beautiful Istanbul would turn to ashes.

In short, it would be the end of you. Mr. Menemenci.

Sorry, Mr. Menemencioglu.

I know your country's structural state

better than you.

With your permission, hmm.

- The Nazis know everything.

They found out.

- How did they find out?

There was no one else beside us in the meetings.

- I don't know, Your Excellency.

Maybe there has been a leak on the Turkish side.

You said there were a lot of soldiers

entering and leaving the train.

Maybe if I had been there--

- But you weren't!

What do the Turks say?

- They're at least as confused as we are.

This morning the German government sent a memo.

- After this, the Turks are definitely not joining the war.

The boss is going to kill us.

Are you planning on being useful, Harry?

- Of course.

- Then go find out where this leak is coming from.

- Of course, sir.

- Now!

(door clattering)

- Your Excellency?

(dog barking)

(light knocking)

- Mr. Moyzisch.

(Cornelia gasping)

- Cornelia, from now on

we, you and I, will be closer.

(Moyzisch exhales heavily)

- What are you doing?

Let me go!

- I'm saving your son's life!

- Don't.

- Shh.

From now on

you will do

what I want.

(Cornelia grunting)

Or with a single order,

(Cornelia panting)

I'll send that freak son of yours

to where he belongs.

(Cornelia whimpering)

Do you understand?

(Moyzisch exhales heavily) - Moyzisch.

(Cornelia crying)

- Me and you, shh.

- Moyzisch, find a way

to reach out (tense music)

to your spy at the British Embassy.

Tell him we are buying all the documents.

At once!

- As you wish, Your Excellency.

I...

- [Harry] Great Britain's

great intelligence service is snooping.

We must find the source of the leak.

- [Man] But sir, it could have been from anywhere.

- Go look everywhere then!

To Egypt, Tunisia, Libya!

Go!

You, you are responsible for here.

You are going to look here.

You're going to stick your nose in everywhere.

I want records of all telephone calls.

- [Man] Yes, sir.

- Now!

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Who is this?

I don't understand.

(people chattering)

(light Parisian music)

(tense music)

(film clacking)

- So, we have a spy leaked inside

and you're going to give him to us.

You said it very clearly, Miss.

("As Time Goes By")

May I ask what you like in return?

- New

passports for me and my son.

To go to Switzerland,

to be far away from the war.

They think that my son

has some problems,

that he is not suitable.

Mr. Wellington,

they are going to take my son

to the concentration camp.

I've got to get him somewhere

the Nazis can't reach.

- We don't have any more spies among us.

We did our cleaning up to this point.

- Is that so?

(tense music)

Then, where did the meeting

of your prime minister leak from?

- From the Turks' side.

- Oh.

- Here's what we can do.

If I see what documents your embassy has,

then I can understand exactly where this leak is from.

That's the only way I can believe

what you are saying is true.

But Miss,

I have to see those documents. ("As Time Goes By")

Hmm?

- [Lazlo] We'll come again.

- [Rick] Any time.

- [Ilsa] Will you say goodnight to Sam?

(people chattering)

(tense music)

- [Harry] I'm going to give you a chance.

But Miss, I have to see those documents.

(emotional music)

- [Ilyas] The war will end soon.

All of this will end.

We will start a new, peaceful life.

(loud knocking)

- Ilyas.

Welcome.

- Were you expecting someone, Miss Kapp?

- No.

- I noticed you left the office early.

Do you have things to do?

- No, I just wanted to take a walk.

- [Moyzisch] Where did you walk to, Miss Kapp?

He really is unaware

of what's going on in the world.

Cornelia.

- No.

- You hear me.

Those kids at the camp are happy,

even happier than Agust.

Because there are people like them over there.

(emotional music)

They hold hands

and together walk around the garden.

They are fed well,

dressed appropriately.

They sing songs, folk songs.

(gas hissing)

- (crying) Mr. Moyzisch.

I beg you, don't do it.

Go.

- Do you need to be polite?

Hmm.

We crossed that line already.

(Cornelia shouting)

(both grunt)

- Don't!

- Mom!

Open door!

Hey.

I'm scared, Mom.

Hey. (sad music)

Mom.

Mom.

(door clattering)

(dramatic music)

- [Pasha] You'll never forget the sacredness

of your duty, Ilyas.

Your duty is above everything else, everything.

- [Agust] Mom, open the door!

(emotional music)

- Agust.

(Cornelia panting)

- The intelligence I received it's talking

about an operation coded Overlord.

We must find out what it's about at once.

(door clacking)

(dramatic music)

Maybe, maybe it's a new front.

Or maybe even

a big assault.

(people chattering)

- [Man] Surely, we will find out.

- Good.

You go, I'm coming.

The next one is more beautiful.

The one after that is even more beautiful.

And the one after that

is more beautiful.

(grunts)

(safe handle clacking)

That is all they know.

We have to pay attention of this, gentlemen.

(camera clicking)

I'm just, I'll be right back.

(camera clicking)

Miss Kapp.

- I left tomorrow's schedule on your desk.

And you forgot to take your folder.

- Hmm.

I know.

That's why I'm back.

(lively Turkish music) (people chattering)

(singing in foreign language)

(glasses clinking)

(somber music)

(dog barking)

- This is our confidential information.

Who got hold of these, how?

- You have a spy among you.

I told you.

Now I want the passports from you.

All right?

- In these papers, there's nothing

but a silly code name, Miss Kapp.

Cicero.

Who is this Cicero?

- I don't know.

I just want the passports that you promised me.

- The passports are yours

when you give us Cicero

or his identity.

- But what do I know about catching him?

- Learn how, Miss Kapp.

That's if you value your son's life.

I want Cicero.

(tense music)

- Ziya.

What's going on?

- They are taking precautions after the last leak.

By the way, they asked all of the embassy staff

to report any person with suspicious behavior.

Please, keep your eyes open, too.

We are not allowed to enter or leave.

- [Ilyas] Yeah, yeah.

- The names I call will go to Mr. Wellington's office

for a security investigation.

Mr. Miller.

Mrs. Tasev.

Mr. Bazna.

Mr. Bazna, can't you hear?

Mr. Wellington is expecting you.

(clock ticking)

- So, how long have you been married, Mr. Bazna?

- Hmm?

10 years.

- Your wife's job,

the place she runs in Maltepe,

don't you think it's a little inconvenient?

And does it disturb you that your wife works

in a tavern, Mr. Bazna?

- Is this an investigation about security

or about morals, Mr. Wellington?

I'm sorry.

I learned how to serve in one of those places.

I met my wife there, too.

- You're living separately.

- Like you.

Your wife is in England, right?

This is the time we live in, Mr. Wellington.

We all do our share in our jobs.

Can I go to my room if you allow me?

Because I don't want to be any more disrespectful.

- Cicero.

- Yes, sir, did you want something?

- Does the name Cicero ring any bells for you, Mr. Bazna?

- An ancient Roman philosopher,

isn't that right?

- You're right (scoffs).

(suspenseful music)

(bird chirping)

(people chattering) (lively Turkish music)

- What's up?

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- You must have a problem

or you wouldn't be here during the day.

(singing in foreign language)

(sighing)

(chuckles)

Understood.

I knew it was bound to happen.

We're all human, after all.

Sometimes we don't choose who we fall in love with.

(sad emotional music)

When one falls in love,

one doesn't care about duty.

(dramatic music)

(door creaking)

(birds chirping)

(clock ticking)

(Ilyas gasps)

- Ilyas?

- I was cleaning your room before you came, Your Excellency.

- Excellent.

(bird chirping)

This move will open up the third front.

Normandy will be remembered

as the beginning of our victory.

Overlord will be the end of Hitler.

(tense drumming music)

- It's crucial that the people who will be gathered together

as part of the T4 orders are transported quietly.

This could be propaganda material

our enemies use to fuel the increasing opposition.

It could be-- (phone ringing)

Hello?

Cicero.

Wait.

Wait!

Out.

Quickly.

You, too.

- Huh?

Oh.

- Why are you calling me here?

Where?

Not over there.

9 p.m. at the square.

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- Could you recognize him, Miss Kapp?

- [Cornelia] No.

- The British now know that there is a spy

among them, Mr. Moyzisch.

- That's entirely your problem.

- They had the documents I gave to you.

Which means that you have a spy among you, too.

So our problems (tense drumming music)

are mutual, Mr. Moyzisch.

- You asked me to come up for this?

- The Allied Forces are preparing for an all-out attack.

All these documents coded Overlord are in the embassy.

This carefree attitude will cost you 300,000 pounds.

(Moyzisch laughs)

I have the destiny of Germany in my hands, Mr. Moyzisch.

- You have a growing appetite, Mr. Bazna.

Like a gluttonous child.

- And you have the attention of a child, Mr. Moyzisch,

and we're being followed. (tense music)

- The British. (tense drumming music)

- They noticed us.

(suspenseful music)

- I told you there was a spy among you.

Faster, let's go down Ulus from a side street.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

* Ah

* Eh ah

- Towards the farm.

* Eh ah

* Eh

- Faster.

It's all ruined if they see me.

- I am ruined if Mr. Moyzisch sees me.

- Don't worry, Mrs. Kapp.

When we figure out who he is,

you won't have to be afraid of that Nazi.

- Open it.

- I don't use guns.

It's against my character.

- A gluttonous but naive child.

It's not how these things go.

Take it.

* Ah

- Get out.

I'll deal with it. * Eh ah eh

* Eh ah eh (tires screeching)

(singing in foreign language)

- [Harry] It's all over, Mr. Moyzisch.

Hand over the agent!

- [Moyzisch] The game is not over until we say so.

(guns firing)

(glass shattering)

Mr. Wellington. (suspenseful music)

* Ah

* Eh ah eh

(gun firing)

* Eh ah eh (gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(singing in foreign language) (gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- Who was it?

He was right beside you, Mrs. Kapp.

You must have seen him. (slow drumming music)

- I didn't.

- I thought you were worried about your son, Mrs. Kapp.

Are you sure you're not hiding anything from me?

- Yes.

- Look, I can save you and your son.

There are clinics for special kids

in London, England.

I only ask you to tell me who that man was.

I assure you no one will know about it.

(tense music)

- I said I didn't see him.

- You know, from now on,

you're on your own.

May God help you and your son.

(tense music)

- Mr. Moyzisch, there's an urgency you have to know.

It was found that the British Embassy

was called from your phone.

In fact, a couple of times.

- What do you mean?

What do you mean?

- You have someone among you, too.

- Come with me!

(suspenseful music)

(man shouting) (dog barking)

- [Cornelia] You lied to me!

- Did you tell him anything about me?

Did you tell Wellington anything about me?

Why did you get involved with something like that?

- They were going to arrange passports for me and Agust.

They were the only chance for me

to get out of the country.

- You could have asked me for help!

- What?

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a spy.

(somber music) (clock ticking)

Why did you make love to me, Ilyas?

Was that a mission, too?

Very good.

(dog barking)

I thought you really fell in love with me.

- I would have shot you right there,

if I didn't love you.

- Thank you.

You are very kind, thank you very much.

- How tragic.

You have a very active life, Mr. Bazna.

Let me introduce you.

Ilyas Bazna, the valet,

sorry, the personal valet

of the British ambassador, Mr. Hugessen.

Or should I call you Cicero?

(Cornelia gasps)

- And you, Miss Kapp.

You risked your son's life for this valet!

And what's more is that he's married.

This may be a camouflage, of course.

It's the end of the road, Cicero.

We're going back to the embassy together.

Do I need to tell you what happens to spies?

I guess not.

After you.

(tense music) (men grunting)

(Cornelia gasps)

(men grunting)

- Stop!

Stop.

Both of you.

- Cornelia.

- Just stop, Miss Kapp.

I can get you and your son out of here at once.

You know that.

Shoot him!

It's a matter of Agust's life.

It's a matter of little Agust's life.

It's a matter of your son's life, Cornelia.

Pull yourself together.

I can get you and your son out of here at once.

You know it!

Think of what they'll do to your son in the Nazi camps.

Think!

Think of what Hitler will do to your son, Cornelia.

Shoot Cicero, Cornelia.

I can get the passports at once.

You know that I can get them at once.

There are special schools in London, England!

Think of your son.

(gun firing)

(Harry grunting)

(Harry wheezing) (clock ticking)

(emotional music)

(Cornelia crying)

- I'm going to arrange passports for you and Agust.

You'll be out of the country

before anyone knows what happened.

- You can come and get us

after you're done with Wellington.

- Are you going to risk (distant siren blaring)

everything for her?

You killed Wellington.

Things will get out of control.

Ilyas.

You can't make everyone happy.

You know that, right?

There will always be someone left behind, broken.

Don't forget.

Ilyas.

(tense music)

- Cornelia, get Agust.

I'll grab his bags and we must get to the car--

- Don't you dare!

- Agust.

- He's sleeping like a baby.

We have common pleasures, Mr. Bazna.

Interesting.

It was difficult for you to get what you want.

But for me, it was easy!

Don't get angry.

There's no need.

We still have common goals.

I want the Overlord documents now!

- You will get nothing from me

unless you let them go.

- All right.

Take them to the embassy.

- You can't take them anywhere.

This is Turkish soil. - Ah.

The world is ours.

I guess you forgot that, Mr. Bazna.

(somber music)

Your time is ticking.

Take them.

(suspenseful music)

- It's strange that Wellington disappeared.

- (chuckles) We all may have

our little secrets, Your Excellency.

Your back?

- No.

Not if you are working here.

And little secrets, never!

Hmm.

- Your chest.

- I'm having trouble getting to know people.

Everything was clear in the past, hmm.

I can't understand people anymore.

I don't want to believe that Wellington was a traitor.

You're a very good valet, Mr. Bazna.

(tense music)

- That's very kind of you, Your Excellency.

(camera clicking)

(clock ticking)

(suspenseful music)

(tense drumming music)

- [Moyzisch] Get out.

(dogs barking)

- What do you want from me?

I told you everything I know upstairs.

- I took everything I want from you.

(Cornelia panting)

I don't even care about the things you're telling me.

- Don't.

- You could have brightened me up

with your grace, too.

(Moyzisch exhales heavily) (Cornelia gasps)

(Cornelia panting)

(loud knocking)

What is it?

- [Man] He's here, Mr. Moyzisch.

- [Moyzisch] Who?

- [Man] Cicero.

(tense music)

- Where's Cornelia?

- The money is here.

The documents?

- The woman and the child first.

Otherwise you can't get anything from me.

- I thought you were doing all of this for the money.

- Where are they?

(Moyzisch laughing)

- You know, you won't come out of this alive, right?

- I guarantee you, Mr. Moyzisch,

that will be the last thing

on your mind when you take

your last breath. (door clattering)

(Moyzisch chuckles)

- [Franz] The boy is on the road.

The boy was sent to Bulgaria.

Come, Mr. Bazna.

You are too famous

for a valet, Mr. Bazna.

Mr. Bazna, why are you doing this?

Risking everything for a woman.

- Would you believe me if I said love?

- Love (chuckles).

- This is why we are not on the same side.

- Miss Cornelia is here.

But her son was sent to the camp.

- Hmm, the woman and the child first.

Then the Overlord documents

in the place and time of my choosing.

- An interesting offer.

- The future of Germany depends

on these two people you will give to me.

If the British were to win,

it would be a shame

for this beautiful friendship we developed.

- (chuckles) Good.

Release Miss Cornelia.

(dramatic music)

- Where is Agust?

(gentle orchestral music)

How long do we have to go? (tense music)

Where is this camp?

- [Driver] It's outside of the city.

We'll be there soon.

- Quick, I beg of you.

Ilyas, will we be there on time?

- Don't worry, (dramatic music)

I made that mistake once.

(dogs barking)

- [Camp Announcer] Attention, attention!

Do not look the soldiers in the eye!

Act according to the camp rules!

Bow your head while walking!

Attention, attention!

Do not look the soldiers in the eye!

Act according to camp rules!

Bow your head when walking! (somber music)

(doors creaking)

(dogs barking)

(doors rumbling)

(doors creaking)

(tense music)

- Get undressed!

I need everyone to hurry up!

- Aren't they ready yet?

- No, ma'am, not yet.

- Then don't have them get undressed.

Hurry up!

- Quick!

Come on, now. (somber music)

Get to the doors now!

(child crying)

(emotional music)

(dog barking)

- [Soldier] Stop or I'll shoot!

- No, don't fire! (dog barking)

- Stop, stop!

I have an order written by Ministry of the Interior.

- [Soldier] Put your hands up in the air.

Slowly.

(children laughing)

- [Boy] Toys.

- [Man] Wait, kid.

(dogs barking)

(tense music)

(crank creaking)

(children laughing)

- Agust!

Agust! - Cornelia!

Please don't shoot me.

- [Soldier] Wait!

Stop! (Cornelia gasps)

- Agust!

Agust.

(children crying)

Get off!

- No, wait! (dramatic music)

(glass shattering) (Cornelia grunting)

(somber music)

- (panting) He's alive.

- Come on.

(children crying)

- I swear he's alive.

(Cornelia sobbing)

- [Agust] Oh no!

(Cornelia sobbing)

- He is alive.

My son isn't dead.

He's alive, Ilyas. - Shh, shh, shh.

- [Agust] Mom!

- Agust, Agust! - Mom.

(Cornelia panting)

Agust, oh. (dramatic music)

Look at me, look at me, yes.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

(Cornelia sobbing)

(emotional music)

We could have done something

for the other children.

- Who said we didn't?

- How?

- [Ilyas] With a heavy bribe.

- Release all the children.

- All the children?

- Yes, all of them.

(tense music)

- With the fake pounds your guys printed

to hit the British economy.

- Ilyas, what are you doing?

- They've been fake all along.

- Fake?

(Cornelia gasps)

- Well, then why?

- [Ilyas] I'll tell you one day.

(tense music)

(tanks rattling)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(people chattering)

- Well done, Agust.

So you still haven't told me. (whistle whistling)

What did you give them to save us?

(birds squawking)

- An empty bay in Norway.

- Where are those pigs?

(waves splashing)

(somber music)

- [Cornelia] Who are you, Ilyas Bazna?

- [Ilyas Only one Turk in the world

changed the destiny (gentle music)

of World War II.

He caused the Germans to lose the war.

- You may come in.

(emotional orchestral music)

- Welcome, Ilyas.

Now I'm going to give you the most important duty

of your life.

But you'll have to be really patient.

It's obvious that this Hitler will draw the world

into a big war.

This is what it looks like.

You and your friends,

as this country's first personnel

of the National Correspondence Organization,

will keep our young republic out of this dirty war

under all circumstances.

- [Ilyas] Yes, my Pasha.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

- Cicero.

(guns firing)

- [Ilyas] During World War II,

Ilyas Bazna gave 15 intelligence reports

and documents that he stole from the British

and gave to the Germans.

The contents of the reports and the documents were true

but their timings were changed.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

(suspenseful music)

(somber music)