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I have to go.

Here.

Can I see you again?

One telegram from the War Ministry
is enough.

Brandt.

What do you know about the Kaiser?

Kaiser Wilhelm II,
former Emperor of the Fatherland.

Weak leader. Poor strategist.

Led us to defeat.
Ran away afterwards.

- Exiled in Belgium, sir.
- Holland.

- Is he still alive?
- Damn your ignorance, Captain.

The Kaiser is absolutely still alive

and remains of great symbolic importance
to the German people.

You're to take immediate command

of Kaiser Wilhelm's military guard
outside Utrecht.

As of now, the safety of the Kaiser is
of prime concern to the Reich,

and, therefore, also to you.

General, I wish to inform, I am now fit
for active service.

Don't push your luck, Captain.

After that business
with the SS in Poland,

- you were lucky to avoid a court martial.
- Yes, sir.

- This posting is a great honor.
- Yes, General.

Thank you, General.

General, if the Kaiser's in Holland,

how am I supposed to guard him?

At dawn this morning, our forces invaded
Belgium and the Netherlands.

The Führer thinks of everything.

Brandt. Eighth Infantry.

I am Colonel Sigurd von Ilsemann,
aide-de-camp to the Kaiser.

My orders are to assume immediate
command

of the Kaiser's personal bodyguards.

A captain?

All the majors are busy, sir.

The Dutch army guard have deserted.

Your men will take their billet
in the stables.

- I'll need a command post.
- I'm in charge of the household.

Within the grounds.

The female staff
are not to be interfered with.

Look forward to working with you, Colonel.

Wilhelm!

Wilhelm!

They're here.

- The army, your army.
- No. No. Not mine.

They have been sent to protect you.

That in itself
is not without significance.

In return, it is vital to make
the right impression.

Oh? On whom?

Our friends in Berlin have been constantly
active on your behalf.

The army want you back.
They always have.

The stage is set.
Every detail matters.

We must invite
the commanding officer to dinner.

So now we're running a restaurant?

- He will be watching us.
- Yes, perhaps. From outside.

Wilhelm, do you want
your throne back or not?

You are the Kaiser.

Secure the perimeter.
Get this place cleaned up.

- We have to go faster.
- Move it! Move it! Move it!

I'm looking for
Gestapo Inspector Dietrich.

All these boxes get in the building.

Inspector Dietrich, I'm Brandt.

I was expecting you yesterday.

Apologies. My orders were to report
upon arrival. No time was specified.

- What can I do for you, Inspector?
- The Kaiser.

The former Kaiser.

The Gestapo keeps extensive files
on this individual,

but they are not up to date.

As part of your duties here,
you will compile a detailed report.

In particular, his attitudes towards
the Reich and its leaders,

anything he says
about the war and its conduct,

noting also significant omissions,

such as failure to agree with statements
made in favor of the Reich and so on.

You expect me to spy on him?

You'll also keep a list of all visitors,
noting the duration of their stay.

- Is that really necessary?
- Ah.

You think because he is old,
he is unimportant?

The British Secret Service
have an agent in the area.

We picked up coded radio
transmissions from the vicinity.

It could be a kidnap attempt
or, most likely, an assassination.

What's the point of killing an old man
that's been out of power for 20 years?

Personally, I couldn't care less.

He is everything that was wrong
with old Germany.

Where was he
while we were all starving?

If anything happens to him, Captain,
you'll be shot.

And I will do it.

Did you read
the SS file on him?

Hard to believe he wasn't executed.

He must have friends in Berlin.

Brussels fell to our forces yesterday

and airborne troops have secured
the border with France.

Holland is now
almost completely occupied,

- barring some unofficial resistance.
- It's unnecessary.

Strategically irrelevant for now
and a waste of resources.

I mean, invading Holland!

Further south, armored divisions
are through the Ardennes forest,

in behind the Maginot Line.

Forgive me, Your Highness.
I was told you have coffee at this time.

You're new.

- Yes, Your Highness.
- No need to be alarmed.

What's your name?

- Mieke, Your Highness.
- Dutch?

- Yes, Your Highness.
- I see.

Well, tell me, child,
would you have invaded Holland?

What?

If you had been in command
of the German army,

would you have invaded Holland?

Why, yes, Your Highness. Of course.

I see. And what precisely
is your military objective?

- Well, it's very nice.
- What is?

Holland.

Goddamn, Sigurd. She's better
than half the General Staff!

We will expect you
at tomorrow's briefing!

Yes, Your Highness.

She's the one my wife has been
complaining about, I suppose.

You know, I don't mind telling you,

if I was a hundred years younger...

Oh, never mind.

You know, Sigurd, I've been thinking.

Tonight we'll have fish.

The Kaiser presents his compliments.

He would be pleased if you'd join him
at dinner tomorrow night.

Take your clothes off.

Please.

Gently.

Please...

tell the Kaiser I would be honored
to accept his invitation.

There.

Fuck it.

Your Highness.

May I take that, Captain?

Thank you.

- You stink of schnapps.
- We need to speak.

Not now. You're late. He's waiting.

You'll address him as sir,
and his wife as madame.

The Treaty of Versailles forbids
any other form of address.

His left arm is slightly deformed.
You will not refer to it or look at it.

You will speak only when spoken to

and all discussion of politics
is forbidden.

Express no opinion of your own,
agree with his, and remember...

At the age of four, he bit
the Duke of Edinburgh in the leg.

Captain Brandt, Prince Friedrich Wilhelm
Viktor Albrecht von Preussen

and his wife,
Princess Hermine Reuss von Greiz.

Your Highness. Your Highness.

We are both so pleased
that you could join us, Captain.

...that I have always found
so fascinating.

I published a book on the subject
in 1934. You will have seen it.

For example, there are some people
who actually believe

that Adolf Hitler invented the swastika.

Utter nonsense.
The word comes from the Sanskrit.

It means "well-being,"

and the earliest examples date
from the Indus Valley,

3,000 years before Christ.

Oh, yes. In many religions, it's...

it is a symbol of life,
of good fortune.

Not that it has brought much to me.

And yet we must accept

that God has imposed
these terrible trials on us

for some inscrutable purpose of His own.

Oh, these books they're writing, my God!

They just dump bucketloads of filth
on my head

and nobody does anything.

Bismarck would have had
something to say on the subject.

But then he had something
to say on every subject,

which is why I got rid of him.

His servants would pull
the wine corks in front of you.

But I must say the old boy knew
how to deal with troublemakers.

Freemasons, Bolsheviks, Jews.

The unholy alliance
that we have to face.

Which is exactly why
a strong monarchy,

the physical manifestation
of God's will on earth,

is more vital now than ever.

Tell us a little about yourself, Captain.
Where's your family from?

Brandenburg, Your Highness.

My grandfather was an army officer,

as was my father.

He was killed on the Somme
just before I was born.

- And your mother?
- From a landowning family.

- Really? Which one?
- Related to the Ludendorffs.

- Oh.
- Distantly.

After the war, of course,
she had to clean houses.

I remember helping her
wheel her wages home in a barrow.

Of course, by the time we got
to the bakery, it was worthless.

- She died of tuberculosis when I was 12.
- Mm-hmm.

Am I to blame for every misfortune
on this earth?

I gave my life to the Fatherland!

And this is my thanks?!

Nobody cares my navy betrayed me!

Nobody remembers my army fell apart.

Ludendorff, Bethmann, Tirpitz!

Where were they? Where were they?
Where were they?!

After all I've done for them,

they stabbed me in the back.

They lost me the war!

They lost me my country.

I ask forgiveness for unintentionally
upsetting His Highness.

His earlier remark about the fuhrer

was simply a correction of fact,
you understand?

In no way a criticism.

The trout was first rate.

Hmm.

How did you get in?

Take your clothes off.

Will there be anything else,
Your Highness?

No, thank you, Sigurd.
There will be absolutely nothing.

Wait.

Stay. Stay the night.

- Good morning, Your Highness.
- Huh!

I had a visit just now
from Captain Brandt.

He tells me the British
have an agent active in this area.

It is his opinion that this agent
may wish you harm.

An agent?

We must alert the ducks.

He therefore requests that he move
into the house immediately.

What do you think of him,
our Captain Brandt?

He is a typical, cocky young officer,

who thinks he can win the war
on his own.

Does he remind you of anyone, Sigurd?

Not at all.

Are you ready for your daily briefing,
Your Highness?

I think I will give it a miss.

I have something
much more important to do.

He is not himself.

But I expect great news any day now.

We must never lose hope.

It is the hope which is killing him.

Of course, I shall say nothing for now.

Until then, we must just keep
his spirits up.

Ahem.

- Oh.
- Forgive me, Your Highness.

Colonel von Ilsemann sent me out
with more bread.

Oh, did he now?
That was very good of him. Ha!

- For the ducks.
- Oh, for the ducks, of course.

It's a bit early for my lunch.

No, why don't you feed them?

You have beautiful hands.

You are quite unused
to physical labor, no?

War changes everything.

Ja.

What do you think of ducks, child?
Hmm? I'm very fond of them.

They're beautiful creatures,
and they ask for so little.

A duck will never blame you
for his troubles

or force you to abdicate your throne.

I know you miss it terribly,
and yet, what a dreadful burden.

You're right. And it was.

Captain. Captain!

Your Highness.

I hear there's a British spy after me.

You'll be quite safe, Your Highness.

Oh...

Sigurd tells me that you fought
in Poland last year.

My grandson, Oscar, was killed
at the front there.

Perhaps you knew?

No. No, Your Highness. I... I didn't.
Please accept my sympathies.

Last September. Hmm.
You must come to dinner again.

Tell me all about it. Er...

Why don't you, er, show the captain
his new rooms at the house?

Of course, Your Highness.

My name is Stefan.
I was wondering what yours was.

De Jong. Mieke de Jong.

May I call you Mieke?

It would be better if you didn't.

Copulation is strictly forbidden
among the staff.

I would lose my position.
You might lose yours.

Where's your room?

On the other side of the staircase.
The last on the right.

They told me you were up here.

Nice place. Very comfy.

What can I do for you,
Inspector?

There was another transmission
last night.

At the moment, we only have
the one detector truck,

but there's a chance
it's coming from the village.

We're getting a second truck soon,
and then we will find the exact location.

- Soon?
- How's your report coming?

Fuck. I wouldn't mind
pulling her in for questioning.

You know, they say the Dutch women
are as sex-mad as the French.

I'm sure your Reich Marks
will be welcome anywhere.

- What?
- In the meantime,

perhaps you should spend less time
lusting after servant girls

and more finding
a second detector truck.

Ah! You've marked her out
for yourself, have you?

Copulation is strictly forbidden
among the staff.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Anyone might think
you were spying on me, Captain.

Forgive me, Your Highness.

What are you doing
creeping around in the woods?

If anything happens to you,
Your Highness, I'll be shot.

Oh, it's good to know they still care.

Walk with me.

Tell me about Poland.
Your first action?

Yes, Your Highness.

What you expected?

I expected to die.

Come on!

- They know there's a British agent here.
- Who knows?

The army captain guarding the Kaiser.

And the Gestapo turned up
at the house today.

If they knew any more than that,
you'd have been arrested by now

- When can you do it?
- I need more time.

- You may not have it.
- I know that.

As soon as you feel it's safe, do it.

Then we'll get you out.

Be careful.

What are you doing?

I wanted to see you.

I'm on duty now. They're calling me.

There's a Gestapo officer,
Dietrich, in Utrecht.

What about him?

If he bothers you at all, tell me.

I'll deal with it.

It seems the General Staff has
learnt from its mistakes of last time.

Wouldn't you say, huh, child?

On the whole, Your Highness.

Although, they may find
the infernal machinery,

la machine infernale,
harder to stop than to start.

I never wanted the last war, you know.

But there are still people who don't...
who don't seem to realize that.

Of course,
the Serbs were a crowd of thugs.

They still are.

But I told the Austrians,

"You got what you wanted.
Stop in Belgrade!"

I wrote a telegram to Vienna,
"Stop in Belgrade!"

They never sent it.

Bethmann, Moltke,
they wanted the war, you see.

It was never sent.
They made sure of that.

Yes, Your Highness.

My voice...
my voice was a lone voice.

- Perhaps... perhaps, Your Highness,
- What could I do? What could I do?

The Captain would like to see
your collection of military uniforms.

Yes, yes, go on.

He was still the Kaiser.

He could have sent
another fucking telegram.

Any progress catching the spy?

They're waiting
for another signal truck.

Your family.

- My family, Your Highness?
- Are they all right?

If there's anything I can do for them,
you must let me know.

- These are difficult times.
- Thank you, Your Highness.

Your Highness...

What is it?

You're very kind, Your Highness.
Good night.

- Was that girl asking for money?
- No, I...

I believe I was inquiring
about her family.

Perhaps I dreamed it.

Well, I don't like her manner.

If it weren't for the shortage,
I would certainly let her go.

I suppose it's part of your duties
to read this stuff?

- You're ignorant.
- I know.

Mieke, I wanted to apologize for how I was
the first time we met.

Met?

You know what I mean.

I wanted you.

It's somewhere in the village.

We'll get him next time.

So, how did you get
your Iron Cross Second Class?

I survived in a second class way.

And the scars?

Shrapnel.

Most of it's still in there.

It hurts you.

Is that why you're stuck here
and not at the front?

I'm here because I follow orders.

Do you always follow orders?

What else is there?

I'm Jewish.

I'm not.

Obviously.

I don't care.

One day, you might have to.

One day, we'll be dead.

You have bad dreams.

You have someone, somewhere?

If I did, you wouldn't be here.

And you, Captain?
No girl anywhere?

If I did, I'd still be here.

You have to go.

What you told me about yourself...

don't tell anyone else.

You're up early, Inspector.

The transmitter's right in the village.

If he doesn't signal tonight,
we'll go in and search.

Hmm.

But that's not why I'm here.

The old man is getting a visit
tomorrow, from the head of the SS.

- Himmler's coming here?
- You catch on quick.

He'll have dinner, then we'll take him
back to a secret location.

- I'll notify the household.
- No, you won't.

You can tell the old man,
but no one else.

I'm handling his security,
so we'll be searching the house today.

I'll need a list of all the staff.

And what do I tell them?
They're bound to ask questions.

Oh, their job is to answer them.
I'll be back in an hour.

Captain Brandt requests
a private audience.

Hmm.

Your Highness,
what I have to tell you

is top secret and must remain
strictly between us.

Wilhelm! Oh, Captain.

Have you heard the news?

Reichsführer of the SS,
Heinrich Himmler,

is coming to dinner tomorrow night.
Isn't that marvelous?

I just received a telegram from Berlin.

One can only hope that he has
better manners than that oaf, Goering.

It is a pity that his wife is not able
to join him, but still...

Oh, we have a million things to do!

He came here a few years back,
fat Goering.

You never knew
if he was a boy or a girl.

And he came down to lunch in plus fours.

Plus fours!

My old regiment would have set
the dogs on him.

My husband is always joking.

You must have a great deal
to do today, Captain,

so we mustn't keep you
a moment longer.

Better start counting the silver.

Wilhelm!

I regret to inform you the Gestapo

will be making a thorough search
of the house

before the Reichsführer's visit.

And may I say, between us,
it would be better if the Kaiser

didn't air certain opinions
in front of the Gestapo.

Inspector Dietrich
has no sense of humor.

Oh, Colonel?

Do you keep guns in the house?

Of course. His Highness shoots.

- And who cleans them?
- The guns? The footmen.

Hmm. Not the maids?

No, of course not the maids. Why?

Thank you.

At ease. Ready?

- Captain.
- Your Highness.

You must pay no attention
to my husband's jokes.

You know, there is nobody
more loyal to the führer.

Please.

Now, this visit tomorrow
is of the utmost significance.

It is, of course, well-known,
among those who know,

that Himmler is Hitler's
right-hand man.

One hears that Goering
isn't quite so trusted.

Although it is due to my efforts
in that direction,

I shall say no more,

that the government continues
to pay our allowance,

which Wilhelm doesn't seem
to understand,

could be taken away at any moment.

But, before the last war, of course,
he was the richest man in Germany,

so I'm afraid he has
very little idea of money.

The purpose of this visit

can only be to propose in some form
the restoration of the monarchy.

Oh, the fuhrer has done
very well so far, of course.

But it is obvious that,
in this time of crisis,

Germany needs its king.

A man of wisdom and experience,

who can ensure
the allegiance of the Church,

- the aristocracy, and the armed forces.
- Hmm.

I myself have been using what little
influence I have in Berlin.

Oh, I shall say no more.

But I am delighted
that my efforts have borne fruit.

It was for Germany that I acted,
of course.

Certainly not for the pleasure
of seeing my sisters

- bowing and scraping in front of me.
- Hmm.

Do you know, I am not sure I shall even
receive them in court.

They treated me very shabbily
when I was young.

Captain, as head of the Kaiser's
personal bodyguard,

Herr Himmler will surely want
your impressions.

May I hope
you will give a positive account

of our humble and loyal household?

- Of course, Your Highness.
- Thank you, Captain

- I was certain I could rely on you.
- If you'll excuse me.

- Yes.
- Everyone knows.

- Hmm?
- Kaiser's wife got a telegram.

I'll find out who sent it.

May I suggest my men start
at the top, work down'?

You come up from the bottom.

Yes, that's just
what I was going to suggest.

It's a madhouse.

It's a damned madhouse!

Who do they think they are?
Who do they think I am?

You should never have permitted it!

Send me the damned girl!

Take a room each.

Be respectful of personal property,
but thorough.

I'll start at the far end.

You know, my Uncle Friedrich
once told me

that a one-armed man
should never be King in Prussia.

"I'll show you," I thought,
"you miserable swine."

The old bastard died
just before I came to the throne.

I always thought
he did it on purpose.

By the way, are you courting?

Courting?

No. Well, not exactly, Your Highness.
I mean, there is someone.

Oh, of course there is.

Do you love him?

No, I... I hardly know him.

You know, my... the first girl
I ever loved, her name was Ella.

We had the same grandmother,
Queen Victoria of England,

on her mother's side and on mine.

But Ella...

Oh, she was gorgeous.

Of course, she knew it.

I went down on my knees
one summer evening

and begged her to be my wife.

Instead, she married a Romanov.

Butchered by Bolsheviks
in a mine shaft.

"That'll teach her," I thought.

So...

the moral of this story is...

Be careful what you wish for.

And, as they say, seize the day.

Yes, definitely do that.

- Finished?
- For now.

- You look happy.
- Of course.

Here am I,
a butcher's son from Munich,

tearing the Kaiser's palace
upside down.

That is what National Socialism
has done for Germany.

Staff files from von Ilsemann.

- What do you think of him?
- He's harmless.

- I don't like him.
- You don't like anyone.

Hmm.

We'll be back...

tomorrow.

Get it refueled.

Himmler's coming to the house
tomorrow.

Himmler? The head of the SS?

He'll arrive in the afternoon,
and he'll stay for dinner.

- I can kill him.
- No, that's not our mission.

Well, tell London.
They might change it.

No, it would be suicide!

The SS murdered my father
and my husband.

- You're not here to avenge your family.
- Tell London.

Tell them I'm ready.
Tell them I'll do it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Mieke.

I'll come to the house.

And I'll give you the answer
tomorrow.

Let's go!

Sorry.

I can go, if you want.

No.

Stay.

Shh.

What is it this time?

Poland.

A village of women and children.

They'd been machine-gunned by the SS.

It was a beautiful day.

And I thought...

"God made this.

God made all of it."

There was a girl.

She was still alive.

I tried to help her, but she died.

I beat the officer senseless
in front of his unit.

It's men like that, they shame the SS.
They shame us all.

But they are not the exception,
they are the rule.

I don't believe that.

I have to go.

- Will you marry me?
- What?

Marry me, Mieke. Now. Today.

- Are you serious?
- Completely.

But I'm a Jewess.

- I'll protect you.
- No!

Nobody can.

I will do my duty.

Everyone must.

You never stop. You're always there.

Ah.

Why is he coming, Sigurd? Why?

Not to see my uniforms.

Is it possible?

After all this time?

I dare not hope. I cannot.

Certainly it would make
the Empress exceedingly happy.

A small price to pay.

Sigurd, I have to be
at this morning's briefings.

I must be up to date for our visitors.

- Your Highness.
- What?!

Wilhelm, I am sorry to involve you
in this sordid affair.

This disgrace also involves the head
of your personal bodyguard,

whom you'll wish to dismiss yourself.

What precisely is the nature
of this scandal?

This girl has been caught in flagrante
in this officer's bedroom.

And Frau Linnenkamp swears
it is not the first time.

Your Highness,
I am entirely to blame.

That this should come to light on the very
day that Herr Himmler is to visit!

God forbid that he should hear of it!

You are dismissed.
Go and pack your effects immediately.

Now, just a moment.

Nobody's going anywhere.

I will speak to the captain and the girl.

In private.

I'm not sure you understand.

They have been caught fornicating
under our roof.

This girl is no better
than a common slut.

This officer has disgraced his uniform.

Your uniform.

I may not rule in Germany,
but, by Christ, I rule in my own house!

This is him, I hope?

- Of course, Your Highness.
- Well!

I am ashamed to say that before and after
my first marriage,

I myself fathered
at least two illegitimate children.

One with an Austrian Countess,
another with a French prostitute,

who was known in court circles
as "Madame I'Amour."

Both, incidentally, blackmailed me
for huge sums of money,

the Countess and the prostitute.

I expected better of the prostitute.

Now, I have many vices.

Hypocrisy is not one of them.

So you will resume your duties,
but this time...

you will be more discreet.

Thank you, Your Highness.

His Highness will see you now.

Telephone message for you, Captain.

- You sent for me?
- I've got something to show you.

It was the fucking pastor!

We found the radio set and everything.

Dirksen knocked him clean out last night,
or we would have started sooner.

Still, we should have
everything we need by tonight.

Good work, Inspector.

I'm sorry I could not count
on your support this morning, Sigurd.

And furthermore, your attitude
since the news of Herr Himmler's visit

is far from what I might have hoped.

I long for the restoration of the monarchy
as much as you do.

And yet I fear this meeting carries
with it a very grave risk.

- What are you talking about, Sigurd?
- The Kaiser's temper is short.

Should Himmler provoke him to rage,
as Goering so very nearly did,

His Highness could lose everything.

Not only the annual allowance they so
generously grant him, but his life.

The Night of the Long Knives taught us
who and what they are.

The Führer simply dealt
with a few Jews and Communists.

The former Chancellor and his wife,
gunned down in their own home.

Nobody is safe, not even you.

Then you must make sure
he is not provoked,

mustn't you, Colonel?

Your Highness.

Captain?

He's here. He's here!

Mm-hmm.

Attention!

Herr Reichsführer,
I am Sigurd von Ilsemann.

- Welcome to Huis Doorn.
- Heil Hitler.

May I present Captain Brandt
of the Eighth Infantry Regiment?

- He commands the army here.
- Captain.

May I present
Prince Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor...

Heil Hitler.

Herr Reichsführer,
welcome to our humble home.

We are delighted you could spare
the time from your innumerable duties

and we are only sorry your dear wife

is unable to come with you
on this occasion.

You will, we hope, allow us,

as representatives
of the Hohenzollern dynasty

and the royal house of Prussia,
to congratulate you and the Führer

on the latest of your astounding series
of great victories.

The National Socialist
Democratic Workers' Party

thanks you for your kind words
and your loyal support.

May I show you to your rooms?

Thank you.
It's been a tiring journey.

May I request, before dinner,
the pleasure of a private audience?

That is to say,
a meeting on matters of State.

I shall arrange it.

- I need to see you.
- Not now.

Yes, now!

No, we were told to be discreet.

The pastor's been arrested
by the Gestapo.

They're interrogating him now.

Soon he'll tell them
everything he knows.

- Why do you tell me this?
- Why did you sleep with me?

- Why did you ask me?
- Were you following orders?

No, it was a mistake, a madness.

- You used me!
- I used myself.

If you wanted to kill him,
you could have done that any time.

- I'll scream the house down!
- Oh, you will when Dietrich starts.

- How did you know?
- I saw you with him at the church.

And you're a Jew
who knows German army medals

and keeps gun oil hidden in her room.

Then, Captain, you must do your duty.

Just leave. Leave now.

- Please.
- I can't.

Do you expect me to betray my oath,
my country, for you?

I expected nothing from you,
Captain.

You must do your duty.
And I will do mine.

Forgive me, Herr Reichsführer.

What can I do for you?

This is for you, Herr Reichsführer.

I'm sure a man in your position

must have so many unforeseen expenses
in your positions...

It can be so difficult
to make ends meet.

Certainly,
I know in my own household...

servants, oh, they are so expensive,
especially in wartime.

So difficult to keep.

Thank you.

Oh!

Here you are!

I was worried.
It's almost time for dinner.

Wilhelm?

It seems we are to go back to Berlin.

If we choose.

Can that be true?

You are to be king again?

I'm afraid I'm going to need
a new wardrobe.

For now, I think we should keep this
to ourselves.

Mm.

Oh, my dear Frau Linnenkamp.

First thing tomorrow,
I shall say no more,

we must start packing the house.

Your Highness.

May I be the first
to offer my congratulations?

Oh.

I know we both had reservations
about these people

and all the people in power, but...

Yet I believe that both they
and the German people

can only benefit from a firm
and Christian presence on the throne.

A restraining influence.

Perhaps God has not forgotten me
after all.

Make yourself at home.

- Some of us weren't invited to dinner.
- Ah.

So much for National Socialism.

Has the pastor talked yet?

I just called them.
It won't be long.

Heil Hitler.

At ease, gentlemen.

Is that schnapps, by any chance?

This will go no further.

I have just told the former Kaiser
that the Führer has,

under strict conditions,
and for the good of the Fatherland,

agreed to bring him back from exile
to take up his throne once more in Berlin.

I have to tell you now
that this is a deception.

Its aim is to flush out any remaining
monarchist sympathizers, in the Reich.

You two will work together

to intercept any communications
in and out of the house.

When messengers are sent,

you'll find out where where they
come from or where they're going,

and report directly to my office
in Berlin.

Heil Hitler.

Any questions?

Good.

Captain. Thank you.

He's holding out. For now.

- Captain.
- Your Highness.

I'm starving.

We'll take a break
until he comes round again.

The Americans
will stay out this time.

They are decadent people,

no fonder of the Jews
and Communists than we are.

Now, there I disagree with you.

We face an international conspiracy
funded by Jewish capital

which has its home in America.

It will have to be defeated
sooner or later.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

You had 30 years to do something
about the Jews.

And yet, you just let them
get on with it.

We had other priorities.

But you had Jewish friends, didn't you?
I'm sure I read that.

In the last war, the German Jews fought
and died for our country

- in their hundreds of thousands.
- What's your point?

I think it's fair to say

that few people really understood
the Jewish threat until the '20s.

And for that we are very grateful
to the Führer.

Of course, the problem
is the same everywhere,

but only now, in Germany, is there
sufficient clarity of thought

to admit the scale of the task
and to examine the potential solutions

in a thorough and an imaginative manner.

And yet, where we lead
I'm sure that others will follow.

It's obvious Germany needs more room
for its people, especially in the east,

and for that there will have to be a
certain re-ordering of other populations.

And where relocation is impractical,
a more sensible solution must be found.

The elderly, the crippled,
the mentally ill

are simply a drain
on the Reich's resources.

- Not to mention the children, of course.
- Well, indeed.

In wartime, it is hardly feasible
to feed them

until they can provide
the return on capital.

And we are very much
at the experimental stage.

I attended one demonstration recently
at the laboratory in Potsdam

where ten disabled children were
each given a red balloon to play with,

and then injected in the heart
with a solution of concentrated phenol.

- I beg your pardon?
- Phenol.

You probably know it as carbolic acid.
It's easily soluble.

The children look as if they have passed
away in their sleep,

but the doctor and his assistant,
who are both very skilled,

could only manage ten in a minute.

So I fear it's hardly practical
on the scale we may eventually need.

Will you take some brandy
and a cigar, Herr Himmler?

Yes, yes!

Yes, and I will show you my collection
of P.G. Wodehouse first editions.

I'm afraid I must go.
I have an early start tomorrow.

We have an understanding, I think?

Indeed, we do.

Brandt, they are the rule.
You are the exception.

You let me know the minute the pastor
gives you anything.

Ah, good to see you finally
taking an interest, Brandt.

You were wonderful.

I was very proud of you.

You are a bloody fool, Sigurd.
You almost ruined everything.

Colonel.

I've been wondering something.

Can an officer have a loyalty
to anything greater than his country?

First, he must answer the question...

"What is my country...

and does it even still exist?"

Hmm.

The offer His Highness received
tonight from Himmler...

It's a trap.

They want to know who secretly
supports the restoration.

I trust you will inform
His Highness accordingly.

If you'll excuse me.

Captain?

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

- I have to go now. Forever.
- Oh...

But first I...
I have a message for you.

From Winston Churchill.

Of course you do.

You're the secret agent.

Marvelous.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

It's the Kaiser,
he's collapsed in the clearing!

No, get him to hospital now!

What happened? Is he dead?

We spoke and then I left.

I saw him pick up his axe
and he just fell.

- You should have gone hours ago.
- I know, I'll go now.

Brandt.

I'll find her.

Gestapo. They know.

They are coming for you now.
You'll never make it.

Mieke, trust me.

It's Brandt. Listen.

One of the female servants
is an enemy agent.

Get all the men out.
Seal off the exits and the perimeter.

And nobody, nobody gets in or out
of the grounds without my permission.

Clear?

I'm perfectly well.
Just a little dizzy, that's...

I'm fine now.
I'm fine now.

I'm all right, I'm all right.
Please, don't fuss!

I have told you so many times
not to exercise so after dinner.

I must remember that. Huh?

You... you won't believe...

I... I just received a message
from Britain's Prime Minister.

- The boy, Churchill.
- What? What message?

What?

He was offering me exile in England,

and then, when the war ends,

the throne of a defeated Germany.

Imagine that!
Two offers in one night.

Not bad, huh? After 20 years.

- Oh!
- Wilhelm, please, please rest.

Rest.

Of course, I was very polite.
I said, "No, thank you."

Of course. Please rest. Rest.

Sigurd will be here in a moment.

- Hermine.
- Hmm?

There's something I must tell you.

I shall not return to Berlin.

I shall stay here with you...

And I will never leave.

Was it tonight?
That dreadful man?

I should never have brought him here.
Oh, I am such a fool.

No, no, no!
Thank God, I'm grateful to you.

But they are not all like Himmler.

You will talk to the Führer,
and the man must be dismissed.

- Something must be done.
- No, nothing can be done.

No, they are not as we are,
as anyone is.

We had to know that, and now we do.

Oh! Look at me.

My love.

It's God's will. All of it.

No. How can that be?

And I'm content. I must be.

- Truly?
- Truly.

Then so am I.

It's that new servant girl.

- He has chest pains.
- Dr. Krahl is coming.

- Don't fuss, Sigurd. Don't fuss.
- Quick, help!

Careful.

- Don't...
- To the house.

- The doctor is coming.
- Don't fuss, Sigurd. Don't fuss.

- Careful.
- Yes. Yes.

Just put me to bed, that's all.

- Captain, open the door.
- He needs the hospital.

- Open the door!
- Brandt, the doctor is coming here.

- Follow me.
- Brandt!

But wait! I need to go with him!

Mieke. Mieke!

The Gestapo's coming for her.

Well, get her in. Quick!

Why did you wait so long?

Did you think I was going
to turn you over to the Gestapo?

Well, of course, that's exactly
what I should have done.

Halt!

Open the gate, damn you!

We're looking for an enemy agent.

Ah, so are we!
Open the fucking gate!

Oh, Christ. They're here already.

Mieke, give me your gun, now.

Mieke!

- Mueller, get that gate open.
- Sir.

Move that car out of the way now!

Where do you think you're going?

Hospital. The Kaiser's in the back,
he's had a heart attack.

- Our priority is the spy.
- Mine is his life.

They've sealed the perimeter.

Take my men and your cars
and start searching the house.

I'll be back in an hour.

Get them up to the house!

Oh, come along.
Move that fucking car!

Get moving!

- I'm checking the van.
- It's the Kaiser.

Get out of the way.

Ah, we'll just take a little look.

No!

Oh, Mieke.

You saved my life.

I'm glad we had the chance
to say goodbye.

I shall miss you.

Such beautiful hands.

Your Highness.

Your Highness?

Your Highness.

Brandt! Brandt!

He's just asleep.

- You've got somewhere to go?
- An address. Will you come with me?

I betrayed my country,
but I won't abandon it.

Oh, Brandt, please, you'll be shot!

I left two Gestapo officers
to guard the gate

and took the Kaiser to hospital.

The enemy agent killed them
and escaped.

Don't be sad.

I found something else to fight for.

Me too.

I...

I know.

But will you marry me?

Come and find me after the war.

Is that a yes?

Of course!

Has she gone?

Thank you.

From the Red Cross.

Your Highness, Captain Brandt
sent a message from Berlin.

He has good news.

Thank you, Sigurd.

Of course he has.

There you are.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

The Prime Minister will see you now.

Oh...

Thank you.