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- Good morning, Mr. Nyssen. - W ho are you?

Who you let in? What are you doing in my house?

Get out now!

Please.

I am here because I have to get something back.

Something that belongs to me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about...

the Blue Rothschild.

That's been the property of the Nyssen family for generations.

That's not entirely true.

You see, before your family got their hands on it,

it belonged to us.

My family.

How you get to that?

I will not let myself be blackmailed in my own home.

Hold on.

Alright. Let me explain the situation to you:

You are the inhabitant of this castle, I am the house-breaker.

I have a weapon, you are crapping yourself.

You do what I tell you,

or I'll put a bullet in your head.

Understood?

Good.

Now, show me where it is.

That is impossible! That is completely impossible.

What?

It's not here.

I'll give you 12 hours.

Not a minute more.

And no-one's cashed in their tickets?

No. All betting slips with totals

over 200 Reichsmark, and placed on Katsche Kroner,

and some of them have not been redeemed.

- Boss. Boss! - Not now, not now.

Mind you, we couldn't have paid the bets out in full. Well, not even remotely.

How much would it have been?

840,000 Reichsmark.

- Boss. We urgently have to... - What?

We have to go to the club. Now. Immediately.

Why? What's happened?

Go to the door.

Chief!

Chief, the police!

The cops are coming.

This is an accident.

Get rid of him.

Open up! Police!

3,2,1...

Get going.

- Police! Nobody leave the room. - I didn't hear you ringing the doorbell.

Mother must know where the stone is. Who else can have been at the safe?

No, it's typical!

She never answers the telphone, this impertinent person!

Shall I perhaps go into the city and collect the honourable lady?

She's not leaving us any other choice.

End of shift, sir. It comes to 2,10 Marks.

Keep the change.

Could you make two more coffees and a toasted sandwich, please.

Good morning, Lotte.

Come in, I've just ordered breakfast for you.

Take a seat.

Please. It's important.

Charlotte!

What do you want from me!

How could you be so stupid?

Throwing away your whole future!

- Like it was nothing! - I wanted to help my sister!

Maybe I was a little clumsy, yes,

but could you stand idly by while a member of your family is in danger?

You probably could!

But she would only have been in custody temporarily!

That's probably safer for your sister than out here on the street!

Yeah, if you believe that!

- You just don't trust anyone, right? - Yes, and least of all you!

And do you know why?

Because you've become the type that beats up Jews and spits on gypsies!

- Shut up! You have no idea! - I have more than an idea.

I know for certain that you've become one of them. I saw you!

- Charlotte... - I hate you for that!

- I'm doing my duty! - What kind of duty is that?

Bludgeoning with clubs for the fatherland?

Listen to me a moment. I've been waiting until I know I can trust you.

So please calm down.

Everything I do,

I do on the secret orders of the police president.

What?

He placed me in the SA in order to win the trust of their leaders.

We want to spilt the SA up.

Why?

With the aim of criminalising the NSDAP.

And then close them down.

What are you saying?

Since... when?

- Since when have you been doing this? - For 10 months.

10 months?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because the SA will kill me if they find out.

And because it could also put you in danger.

I need a Schnapps.

You have to forget it again.

What I said to you out there. You have to act just like before.

I don't want to hear anything more from you!

Everything OK?

Done.

But if we have to do something so secret...

- I have something too. - Yes?

Rudi Malzig.

He says that the marks on the boy's hand definitely have external causes.

One of the policemen trod on his fingers, that's why he fell.

He says it's not the first time such a case has been covered up.

I would like you to go and talk to him.

Then you won't seem guilty to me.

- I'll talk to him. - This conversation is over!

What you're asking for is impudent.

Fred!

Hermann.

Just wanted to see what you have.

Murder of a police officer.

"In the case of the murder of Constable Helmut Naumann

"the police have informed us

"that the main suspect is 16-year-old Antonie Ritter from Wedding."

- Yes, I thought... - Yes, good.

Readers can find this kind of article

in every Jewish or Communist newspaper, right?

Let's see.

"In the case of the... cowardly and...

"trecherous murder

of our trusted SA-man Helmut Naumann," yes?

"The police asked..." no.

- "The grieving widow asked..." - That's good.

Yes. "For the help of our community."

Yes. "The main suspect is 16-year-old Antonie Ritter from Wedding."

Yes, then we'll go with: "A juvenile from the lumpen proletariat

"is seriously suspected of committing this treacherous act."

And then her name and hair colour and so on.

- Yes. - Congratulations!

- You have your first page one! - Yes.

Now.

What are you doing there? Stop! Stop right there!

Stop right there! Wait.

Don't steal potatoes from here, that won't do.

- What's your name? - Willi.

Let's get to the police. Get going.

What have you done?

You've slandered an innocent. Her picture's hanging everywhere!

It's a good thing to frame a tick for the murder. One rat less.

It was self-defence. He gave us no other choice.

He was going to kill her. You saw that!

- You really don't get it, do you? - I did it for you, Moritz! For you.

For love.

Don't you see that?

Leave me alone!

New York Times, Guardian, Le Monde, and Vienna Daily News.

It looks like we're becoming famous, Katelbach.

Today even you would put us on page one.

Unless you happened to be somewhere a naked revue starlet died.

Super.

Herewith I open the trial

of the German Empire versus Gustav Heymann and Samuel Katelbach.

Your honours. May I give you a document?

It is of immense importance.

From the highest office.

Your honours,

for the duration of the trial I am requesting the public be excluded.

The security of the Empire is in question.

Objection! All the facts that this trial will be considering

have already been published in various newspapers.

I further request the exclusion of all press represantives.

What?

That lacks any legal basis!

- What are hiding here? - Please moderate yourself.

I am granting the request,

because military secrets from the trial require greater secrey.

- Empty the room. - Objection, your honours!

I request access to the document that my colleague Jorns gave to you.

- This can't be happening. - Refused.

- I beg your pardon? - This is a violation of the rule of law!

This is nothing to do with military secrets.

It's about illegal schemes of high-ranking military officers

that endanger the republic.

Not about the dangers of the free press...

- Sir, even you have to obey the court. - And you, the constitution our republic!

The German armed forces have systematically bypassed

the restrictions of the Versaille Treaty.

That was well known

before the publication of the articles by my clients, including abroad.

To prove this, I am requesting the admission of 28 witnesses

and the submission of the evidence.

Refused.

Refused? What do you mean?

The court does not have to justify its decisions.

That is perversion of justice. I expect an explanation immediately!

The taking of evidence has finished. The hearing is over.

The court will proceed to sentencing.

- What's going on here? - I must firmly request you to stop.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find out why, inside half an hour,

the law has gone back to the middle ages.

Men that try to rally the mob against our armed forces

have little hope in this court, sir.

Careful, Litten. You're skating on thin ice.

Mrs. Nyssen has just arrived. She's waiting for you in the great hall.

What? Why doesn't she come here?

We are in a extraordinary emergency situation!

I have informed your Mother of this.

But she wants you to go to her yourself if you want to talk to her.

- Shall I come with you? - No.

I'll get it over with alone.

- She should know me! - Alfred!

There you are, finally.

I thought you wanted to learn to cope without me.

- Where is the stone, Mother? - Please take a seat, boy.

You're going to have to learn that one is responsible for one's own fate.

Where is the diamond? We still have half an hour.

Why did you have to hang this unique treasure

around the thick neck of your so-called wife?

- Leave Helga out of it. - Why that, then?

Perhaps she can help you for a change.

I always stood by your father in diffificult circumstances.

Where is the stone, Mother?

You can't seriously believe that I'll asnwer you

when you speak to your mother in that tone.

Mother.

You must help me.

I have been raided.

This sneaky crook threatened me.

- If I go to the police... - You're still alive, aren't you?

Please!

Mother!

Yes, good, Alfred.

I'll help you.

This "stone," as you call it, has a name.

- I know. - Yes, so use it.

Firstly and most importantly,

understand that you will not discuss this with anyone outside this house.

Do you hear?

Especially not to the police. It's nobody's business.

Why?

We have never officially owned the Blue Rothschild..

Then you stole it?

- No! - Then Dad?

How can you suggest that? No!

It came to us.

Like a nameless foundling.

We took it in and gave a homeland,

cherished and cared for it.

And now it's gone?

Why couldn't you just look after it, Alfred?

If your poor, blessed father knew...

Mother, please.

Stop crying.

Since you threw me out of the house,

I no longer have any insights or influence.

What do I have left? A gloomy apartment in the city, cold and unloved.

But that's how you wanted it. Both of you.

But Mother, how could I know it upset you so much? You wanted that too.

What else could I do but to act

as if it meant nothing to me?

Mother. I'll have that room in the west wing opened up straight away.

Forgive me, Mother.

Please forgive me.

I'll tell Helga.

Today.

She'll understand.

To the city, doesn't matter where.

Get going. Quickly!

- Inspector? - Gräf!

Excuse me, I didn't want to scare you.

- Why aren't you at the interrogation? - Red Hugo hasn't shown up.

He should have been here an hour ago.

I've called, nobody's answering. Not at his place or at his club.

And none of his people have heard anything from him.

Presumably he's run off with the betting money.

Go to Weintraub.

Ask him who placed the bets against him. He sees himself as the victim.

Our colleagues are just about to do that.

Thank you.

Mount up, men!

Inspector Rath! I wasn't expecting you yet.

Especially not here in the back.

Chief Inspector Böhm is suposed to be coming here.

Right now. Before the autopsy.

That's right. I wanted to talk to you.

- With me?! - Yes.

What can you tell me about the boy

that fell from the roof of the Tietz department store on new year's eve?

It's all in the report. External causes were ruled out.

I've spoken with Miss Ritter.

Can you confirm that someone stepped on the boy's hand?

Your findings have therefore been corrected afterwards.

Yes.

By who? Dr. Schwarz?

Does it often happen that Dr. Schwarz corrects your reports?

Inspector, this is very unpleasant for me.

Is there any evidence for this that you can give me?

A case that you can prove?

I kept carbon copies of my reports. As well as the corrections

and the re-evaluations of Dr. Black.

- How can I get these documents? - Malzig!

I'll bring them to you. This evening. To your apartment, or wherever.

My place is good. Here's my address. I'll be home from 8.

Malzig! Where is the body?

I'm coming, Dr. Schwarz.

Where were you?

- Fuxe, finally! - Calm down, Werner. Calm down.

Always remember: she wants something from us, not the other way around.

The warehouse is chock-full.

We can offer everything, booze, the finest champagne.

- Tobacco products of all kinds... - Nice. Exactly what Else needs.

Say nothing and you'll make a good impression, got it?

It's fine, Fuxe.

Hello. The lady, the boss, if it's OK with you.

Look at that, Fuxe, Weintraub's mutt.

Do you want to cause trouble for me?

Tell me if you're bringing a customs officer,

or you'll quickly be a head shorter!

My honourable trading partner here has an outstanding offer.

- And only for you. - Oh no.

Starting your own business now?

Well then, tell me what you have, and I'll tell you if I want it.

Everything. The whole range from A to Z.

Let's start very moderately. Schnapps. Goods. Hooch. Snuff...

- We have those. Vaccum packed... - Cigarettes. Don't talk to me.

And for my very personal treat...

real cigarillos from Havana. The one with the black elephant, do you have it?

I think so, yes.

Well done, Fuxe.

You seem to have a real prize with your little man here. Points to you!

The only question that remains is the price. How will we split it?

70/30 for me. If the stuff you bring me's any good.

Do you seriously think we've come out here to haggle at that level?

If it's less 70/30 in my favour then we don't need to talk any further.

Leave it, girls. I'm not going to let this idiot steal my time any longer.

I know who killed Red Hugo!

What did you say?

Come on, out with it.

From the looks of it, you're next, Else.

If Weintraub has his way, you and your dolls will be history very soon.

Yesterday, Red Hugo assassinated, tomorrow it's your turn.

And then the whole city will be divided up again, in his favour, of course.

And you happen to have heard that somewhere?

From old Weintraub personally.

50/50. Then we turn the tables and Weintraub is next.

- Esther! What did the cops say? - Well, what do you think?

I don't want you to go out on the street alone.

- Only for a short time. - Why shouldn't I?

Because someone out there is after me. And maybe not just me.

- But me too? - Maybe.

So you'd better stay at home.

That would suit you.

Are you listening to me?

I shouldn't go out anymore? Should the children be locked up?

It wouldn't have gotten that far with Edgar.

Edgar is gone!

He's dead, Esther.

We'll have to move on from that eventually.

"That?"

Him.

Maybe you do.

- Why is this taking so long? - Oral declaration of their judgment.

It takes a while.

For acquittals too?

In the name of the people,

in the case against the defendants, Gustav Heymann and Samuel Katelbach,

the following verdict was issued:

The defendants have been found guilty of treason and defamation.

The assertion that the German state

carried out rearmament in the Soviet Union illegally,

and bypassing the League of Nations,

could not be reliably proven.

The court sentences the defendants to 18 months in prison

with no possibility of parole.

18 months.

This verdict is a disgrace!

I will appeal.

An urgent appeal.

An urgent appeal? You are free to do so.

However, this will only be permitted if you present the court with new,

previously unknown evidence.

You have five working days to do this. This session is closed.

The last word has not yet been spoken.

We have to write it.

I'm not going to jail for loyalty reasons,

I'm going to jail because I make them uncomfortable.

Not bad, eh?

Tell that to my colleagues out there.

Katelbach. Come on.

If I fully asssess the situation,

then the dismantling of our rule of law has just begun here, in this place.

A shift in the balance of power seems to be taking place

in the back rooms of these walls, which is undermining our free society.

I will not allow such arbitrary judgment to endure in our country.

- This fight has only just begun. - Mrs. Elisabeth, you were right.

We need to consider plan B.

- Talk to Dr Litten. - Where are they taking you?

18 months! What am I going to do without you for so long?

Go on, go. And you... keep your distance.

Here, for you.

- Mrs. Elisabeth? - Yes?

I...

I wanted to say something important... I...

For a long time I've wanted to say this, but...

I've never found the opportunity.

I promise you I'll talk to the lawyer right away.

Will you marry me, Mrs Elisabeth?

- Pardon? - Keep going.

It would be so much easier... with visitor permits and all.

You're overreacting, Mr. Katelbach.

- It's just the situation causing this. - It's not...

I know when it's the situation, and it's not the situation now.

Believe me, I am familiar with such distinctions...

I mean, differentiations.

But I can still come visit you in prison.

Sign here.

I'll think about it. When I visit you, I'll tell you what I've decided.

And what exactly does that mean?

To me, it sounds like a "no",

so stop this crap.

Come on.

Don't worry, Mr. Katelbach. Consider Plan B activated!

Help!

Help!

Helga?

Helga!

Have you seen my wife?

Your wife left very suddenly in her car, Mr. Nyssen.

- Where to? - I don't know.

I'm sure she'll be in touch soon, Mr. Nyssen.

Of course, Wegener.

Yes?

This is the doctor. I can't go on like this!

You'll have to find someone else.

What happened?

They're onto me!

- Who's onto you? - My assistant, Malzig.

Oh, God.

Operator. What number please?

Put me through to Litten Law, North, 2645.

Connecting you.

Litten Law, Seegers speaking?

Yes, Behnke here. They're gone.

The negatives. They were in a silver tea canister and someone's stolne them.

What?

Tell the lawyer: The authorities are after us!

Understood.

Helga!

Hello?

Do you miss her?

You!

- Where's my wife?! - With me.

What have you done to her?

- What are you planning? - That depends on you, Mr. Nyssen.

How much extent you cooperate.

Say something!

Give me the stone, and you'll get your wife back.

How am I meant to do that?

I don't know where that cursed stone is!

If I knew, then...

I would have given it back long ago!

- Cut in, Nyssen. Stop crying. - Tell me your price.

- I'll pay anything! - I don't care about your money.

The stone, or you'll never see her again.

- Inspector Böhm! Good day. - Hello.

About the cop murder...

Do you have the girl?

Not yet.

But the investigation into the murder weapon and the autopsy of the victim

will certainly provide us with valuable information.

You've got quite the operation going.

Wanted posters everywhere.

Well, it concerns the life of one of our colleagues, dosn't it?

Of course.

Perhaps we don't give each other much credit, sir. But...

If you need help, let me know.

Mind your own business.

- Inspector Rath! - Good day.

That was a nice riot at Wittenbergplatz.

That's exactly why I'm here. Keyword: department store gang.

I need to see the previous file on that.

- If there is one. - One? Plural.

Plural.

We've got a bunch of them.

- Well, then. - Follow me, squad leader.

Death of a street girl. Yet again.

Someone in this town is obviously targetting homeless kids.

Here... Death of Beppo Schmidt. Investigating officers, Section 14.

Supervising officer, Erwin Kuschke, sergeant, Section 14.

Death of Albertine Ahlrichs.

Investigating officers Section 14. The same section...

The question is whether the loss of these street children

is great enough to hang several Berlin police officers out to dry.

It doesn't matter if a murder victim is rich or poor.

Start from the beginning.

A small contribution against hunger.

A small contribution?

A small contribution against hunger.

Shit.

12 children have died as a direct result of arrests.

14 other deaths were subsequently classified as accidents.

If Rudi Malzig can actually prove

that autopsy reports were subsequently changed...

Where is he, anyway?

That'll be him.

Yes, OK!

Moritz.

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