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We have checked all the premises for tomorrow's action.

The location of the homicide squad's conference room

makes it ideal for the meeting.

We'll control the entrance, disarm the participants.

They all need to be subject to a body search.

There is only one access point to homicide.

Inspection A is actually enclosed like a fortress.

What about this door?

Yes, I know.

Behind Superintendent Böhm's office, there is a filing room.

It contains all the homicide squad's cases of the past two years.

The former entrance to this room was blocked up.

It goes without saying that we'll inspect everything before the get-together.

The participants will arrive individually in yard six, at five-minute intervals.

Don't want them to lose their cool in the yard.

We'll monitor the entrance to homicide and all the adjacent hallways.

- No one can get in or out. - I'd prefer the latter.

Afterwards, the participants are led back to their vehicles

in three-minute intervals and taken off the premises.

How many men do you need for this job?

Thanks to the special location just four. Including myself.

It looks like you've thought of everything, Detective.

I have to say, I still feel uneasy about this.

The Berlin police should focus on their tasks at hand.

Peace-making in the underworld is not one of them.

I think you're wrong.

Councillor.

The whole thing has what it takes to be a coup.

For us...

and the city.

All right.

I'm off into my long weekend then.

And you too, Councillor.

I won't be here, you won't be here.

If this goes wrong, you're in for it, Rath.

- And if it goes well? - Then we've all always known it.

Break a leg.

Mr. President.

I'm cold.

I'm not done without a wild boar.

I'll be back in an hour.

I'll come with you.

Very well.

Go.

Go away, quickly.

Here?

Here.

There, over there.

Here. Here. It was here, yes.

Mother.

Alfred?

Alfred.

It can only get better now.

The company.

The plants, the property, it will all be yours now.

Ours.

PAYROLL OFFICE

Thank you.

Next.

Hello, Superintendent.

My salary for last month wasn't credited.

It wasn't? Let's take a look then.

- Böhm, right? - Correct. Böhm.

Wilhelm.

Well, it is quite correct.

Salary is confiscated by the bank.

- I don't understand. - Impounded.

Mandatory deposit.

But the bank has already snared everything off me.

Well. The bank's directive is unambiguous.

They have a title.

Nothing you can do about it.

But I have to get money for my work. You do realize that?

Apply for dole money, Superintendent.

You're not the only one.

- Morning, Superintendent. - Hello.

What a stinker.

A puke.

Superintendent Böhm?

Do I know you?

No, but I'd like to make you an offer.

Get lost.

What would you say if all your worries melted into thin air in one fell swoop?

The debt...

the apartment...

Your wife could come back and the children.

Who are you?

I just want to help.

- Are you here for something specific? - We know our way around.

Hang on a minute!

Hey, hey!

- What are you doing here? - Hang on.

- Get out! - Hands off.

You can't go in there.

Hands off!

Get out, right now.

- I'm just informing myself. - Are you now? Can we join in?

Boss.

Detective.

- Take them away and throw them out. - It's all right. Keep your hat on.

Boys.

Trust is good, but...

Well, you know.

Gentlemen...

Keep going.

- Your name? - Behnke, Elisabeth.

Continue to the visitors' room.

It appears they operated very purposefully.

- Nothing is missing, except... - Exactly that which we need.

First the burglary at my house, now at our lawyer's.

This is the end, Ms. Elisbeth.

I'll be rotting behind these walls like Count Monte Christo at Château d'If.

- Why rot? Didn't he get out? - Yes, but only at the very end.

14 years later, sewn into someone else's body bag.

I do think we'll manage some other way.

And sooner.

As soon as Miss Seegers is back, she can clear this up.

WCOH.

We can only hope.

Mr. Katelbach.

Samuel.

I promise, as long as you're here,

I won't rent out your room.

And aired once a day, or what?

Do they treat you decently?

As can be expected under the circumstances. But now that I...

- Eighteen months! - You mustn't give up hope.

I'll keep on fighting for you.

You're my tower of strengthy, Ms. Elisabeth.

Are you even aware...

Are you even aware that the two of us...

are communicating like Orpheus and Eurydike?

I am your Orpheus.

Elisabeth.

I ask you again.

Do you want to marry me?

- Right, ladies, that's it. - No, that's impossible!

- I protest! - I do too.

- In the middle of a proposal. - Visiting hour is up.

A simple yes or no.

I know it's not particularly romantic, but...

It goes for you too.

What do you say, Ms. Elisabeth? Yes or no? Please, quickly.

Yes, well...

So...

Congrats, Katelbach.

Take it. Tobacco is tobacco.

With all due respect, Heymann, your ciggies are real casket nails.

I'm afraid I can't offer you a Monte Christo at the moment.

- Don't you Monte Christo me. - But your widow said yes.

I'm not so sure anymore.

What is it? Afraid of your own courage? You should be glad, at your age.

The whole situation was volatile in terms of the time.

That's why I'm so unsure.

So, am I to congratulate you or...

It all went so fast all of a sudden.

- You mean visiting hour was up? - Yes, that's right.

And then Katelbach asked me again, yes, I remember that, and then...

I was supposed to say something, and...

I have no idea what I said, Mr. Litten.

Oh yeah? What was her reply?

That's just the thing.

I'm not so firm on this.

Was it yes...

or was it no?

Or did she say yo?

- You don't remember? - Is that even possible?

It's possible, yes, but... you have to admit that it is at least unusual

for such a basic question.

Well, it all went so slapdash. Like lightning.

All right. He'll be in prison for a while now, if I understood you right.

That is correct.

The dadline extension was declined, point blank.

At least, this gives me some time to mull it over.

Everything must be carefully considered.

I hope this is acceptable to you, but I appealed the decision.

Yes, of course.

There is nothing else we can do for now.

Still nothing from Miss Seegers?

No.

What would you do, Edgar?

EDGAR KASABIAN BORN 17/11/1888 DIED 14/6/1930

- I'll exploit all legal means, I promise. - Very well.

Wegener.

Karl.

Hi, old shallop. Come on, have a seat.

For me, a cup of Frisian tea, briefly infused...

Hogwash.

If you get in touch, we need to celebrate. Two glasses of champagne.

And I'll have some eggs. Right.

Seems really profitable, your auctions business.

Yes, that's true, Wegener, that's true.

Formidable. Colossal, actually.

The vultures fight for everything lambs in need try to get rid of.

Bizarre prices are being paid for banal works of art.

- For jewellery too, right? - Yes, of course.

Can't go wrong with gold.

What about diamonds?

Have something in particular in mind?

Has the confirmed bachelor possibly chosen a lady?

No.

- To your health. - Thank you.

Here's to our Germania.

To Germania Nation.

A scoundrel if you're not sincere about this.

How my heart aches when I can see the bottom of the glass.

And now for the essence. Two beers, please.

Hey, what if...

someone approached you with a genuine rarity.

Let's say a famous individual piece.

Jewellery? It depends.

- On what exactly? - On what you mean by famous.

Let's say... a diamond, the...

Blue Rothschild.

Wait. Apart from the fact that this stone has been lost for over ten years,

I'd send anyone who offers it to me to a madhouse immediately.

Or better still, to jail.

Why?

I'm an auctioneer and I don't deal in stolen goods.

What would happen if a respectable house like mine

puts forward goods of such questionable fame?

Besides, which prudent collector would be interested?

You wouldn't hang Mona Lisa in your lounge, either.

God forbid.

Yes. Just forget it. It was just an idea among friends.

A stupid idea.

Wegener.

Right.

- Thank you. - To your health.

Even water becomes a good drop If you mix it with malt and hop.

How's your wife and children, Karl?

What's your level of knowledge? Number two or three?

- Three. - Formidable.

Progress prevails here, too, Wegener.

The man on the moon looks down at me.

It shines right into my soul.

Hey, moon.

You make me all confused.

Whichever secret I'm trying to hide

You anticipate everything

And know even more.

Shine on it, see me, make life hard for me

Even when I sleep

You shine through my dreams, but...

It doesn't get light for me No, my soul is all the heavier

I climb on rooftops and on trees

And then I don't climb anymore I fall

Moon, I'm falling, hitting

The cobblestones of Potsdamer Chaussee

Moon

I don't see anything

Anymore

Bravo, Ms. Korda. Superb.

And then the song.

And then the number with the wounded moth.

Yes, yes. Very good.

Pardon?

When can I start?

As far as I am concerned, I could start tonight, no problem.

Ms. Korda...

I'm sorry.

We're not looking for a singer anymore.

Says who?

Esther, please wait.

Esther.

I'm really very sorry.

But apparently some people don't want you to be hired here.

If you mean my husband, Heinrich,

he's dead.

And the other one too.

To me, at least.

And just now you two pretty ones died too.

Good bye.

Leave the doll.

I have to say, I still feel uneasy about this.

The Berlin police should focus on their tasks at hand.

Peace-making in the underworld is not one of them.

- The boy on the roof, right. - Benni.

Was he your boyfriend?

I'm sorry.

You can stay here, Toni.

But I don't know how much longer I can afford this place, broke as I am.

And without work...

Don't worry about it.

I won't stay long.

I'll find something, don't worry.

Just like that, yeah?

Look at yourself. Tall as you are, you need to rent a tower.

I was thinking of the water tower.

- I thought you don't smoke. - It's for later.

I spoke with a woman from welfare. Her name is Helfers.

I know her.

She told me about a rural school, very posh. Lake Tegel, some island.

It's all the rage.

You don't just study there, you also play and sing.

Yeah, for sure. Me and singing.

She might be able to get you a place.

I won't go into a home.

Into none of them.

- Not even if it's all the rage. - It's not a home.

- Toni, it's a chance. - I won't go into no chance, either.

They can do it better than me.

And you might become something proper at some point.

Like what?

President of the police?

No.

The boss of all of it.

It was my fault you lost your job.

You won't ever forgive me for that, will you?

That's old news.

It's better this way.

Come on. And your pretty detective.

What are you on about?

It's as plain as the nose on your face.

What if?

Tell me.

It's all still inconnu.

- Uncertain. - As usual, right?

No.

Somehow, it's different.

Let's go downstairs to Jackie's.

- Have some leftovers. - Yes.

Lotti?

Thank you.

- Evening, angel. - How did it go?

Don't ask.

Have you eaten?

- Yes. - Yes.

Nice one.

A telegram arrived.

From America.

Bellmann?

Hollywood is great, stop. Artists of your caliber wanted, stop.

Can you picture moving here?

What does it say?

Let's go.

Böhm.

- Arms control. - Put your guns in here, please.

Arms out.

- I'll check you anyway. - Easy, kiddo.

Arms control.

- Put your guns in here, please. - Don't have any.

Hey, take your paws off.

Arms control.

Any weapons?

Please follow me.

- Please put your guns in here. - Guns out, put them there.

Go on.

Faster.

Ladies, gentlemen.

We all appreciate you accepting this unusual invitation.

Before I leave you to it, let me clarify the stance of the police once more.

None of the violent and criminal altercations of the past days and weeks

will go unpunished,

no matter what possible agreement you may come to tonight.

We will diligently and with all due severity

solve every single death and every single crime.

And now seize this unique opportunity...

and make peace.

You have exactly three hours.

We'll check out the joint once more, all right?

Right. Let's get started.

Colleagues, companions...

friends, enemies.

Kings of Berlin.

That we all came together tonight in order to negotiate really is unique.

It's a moment we should take seriously.

Bob.

Else.

Adolf.

Ede.

How could it all have got this far?

So unreasonable, unfortunate, unnecessary.

We all...

We don't just harm each other,

we are destroying a system which we painstakingly built.

If someone had told me a year ago that we would be sitting here...

in the Red Fortress, seeing all our hopes dashed,

I wouldn't even have shot them.

There are many opportunities,

but one like this most likely only today.

What I'm trying to say...

I think we all lost in this game.

All of us sitting here.

And losing is not exactly our strong point.

- Least of all mine. - Let's start with who killed Oelschläger.

- I'd like to know too. - We didn't do it.

...took him out for sure.

Calm down, Else. That's why we are here.

- What about you, Bob? - I have nothing to do with it.

But it smacks of your MO, my friend.

This is outrageous.

What's going on?

Mr. Gräf! Who arranged this?

- I can't let you in, I'm afraid. I... - What's going on?

I can't explain it right now but you have to believe me...

What's with all the guns?

- The president... - Oh, the president.

- I would know about this! - Böhm!

What is this?

- A hostile takeover by the Ringvereins? - You can't go in there.

Kindly let me pass.

This is a concerted action. Everything is under control.

This can't be true. You won't let me into my office

because there's a bunch of lousy criminals in there.

How dare you!

Let go of me!

No. You can't go in there right now.

I won't tell on you, Böhm.

What?

No one will hear it from me that you sleep in there.

That you no longer have a place to live.

Let's get this over with.

What can you do?

I loved him.

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