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ME FOR YOU AND YOU FOR ME.

"9201 buttons."

During one of Otto Oberlander's
actions in Lithuania,

this is how many lives his
group ended in one single day.

"White buttons are children."

OTTO IS NEXT

Excuse me, these are very soft.

Look, here's my
bombing certificate.

Look. You should give
me a better price.

Mr Oberlander?

I knew it was you.

I took one of your courses at
Humboldt. Classical philosophy.

I'm Moritz McLaughlin.

My classes were in German.

My mother was German. That's
why she moved us here in '33.

I always speak English because I
think it makes me sound smarter.

And I saw you here
and Mr Oberlander?

If I did anything

I don't know you. Go away!

You're going to regret not going
to Nüremberg, Otto Oberlander.

The bullet was millimetres
from your spine.

If you keep cheating
death like this

he'll give you a bad end.

I think Mr. Death is full and
tired and too lazy to come get me.

Yes, that's true.

He's been busy recently.

I wouldn't be here if
it wasn't for Karin.

I can see you like her.

Did you hear about that
new store on Ku'damm?

I suppose it's for the
wives of American officers,

but there are no signs
denying Berliners access.

Sometimes there's
nothing like a new dress.

I'll get it!

Don't put yourselves out.

Good morning.

Mr Max.

About yesterday...

Elsie Garten, Claire Franklin.

Good morning. I gather
you're here to see Tom.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Morning.

Tom, darling, you have guests.

- Max.
- Tom, this is Elsie Garten,

head of the precinct. I
figured you should meet...

We already met. How
are you? Excuse us.

Mrs Garten, was it?
Come on through.

- Please take a seat.
- Thanks.

So you're also with the police?

- That must be dreadful.
- I don't mind.

You don't mind?

Well, it's maybe not what I
planned to do with my life,

but I think I can contribute.

And the pay is decent.

And what did you plan
to do, if I may ask?

I taught languages
and semiotics.

Ah, so you know Latin.

- Some.
- I love Latin.

Please say something.

Tempora mutanur, nos
et mutanur in illis.

Times change, and
we change with them.

Sad for us

but a necessity for you.

I'm sorry for you
if you feel hate.

I can understand, but it's
a very consuming feeling.

- Not every German was with the Party.
- Pleasure meeting you, Mrs Garten.

- Who else knows about this?
- Only the people in this room.

I don't really know you, but I'm
gonna need your help on this.

I mentioned George's debts.

He's in over his head,

and there are rumours about art
looted by the Nazis being traded.

I thought he was selling stolen
art to pay off a gambling debt,

but it's worse.

My source says that he smuggles art
out of the country for the Russians.

When I met him, he didn't seem
like he loved the Russians much.

Money is a terrible master,
and the Russians are ruthless.

Around every poker table is a fool.
If you don't know who, it's you.

This round it's me, and
if Washington finds out.

I'm fucked.

Max, you're the only
person I trust right now.

I need to find out
what George is up to.

I need you to find hard
evidence in his house.

When?

We're having a cocktail on Saturday.
Both George and Gina are coming.

That's when.

Lady, come!

MOABIT BRITISH SECTOR

Gotcha!

Lady, come!

Gotcha.

- I got some chocolate...
- I think I saw her. She's inside.

- The waitress?
- Yes. She arrived last night.

- Why didn't you tell anyone?
- I couldn't leave. I would lose her.

Where's Astrid? You
could have sent her.

She had to go. Her
mother is sick.

- Did you see the Angel Maker?
- No, just her.

Alright. I'll head back
to get Max and Elsie.

You stay here. But if she
leaves, you follow her.

Oh God.

Why do you sleep here?

I had nowhere else to go.

Do your friends outside
want to come in?

- What friends?
- The people outside.

They talked about you, so
I figured you were friends.

That's the Swedish soup kitchen.
They've been there for days.

No. In the ruins. A
young man and a woman.

They also talked
about the Angel Maker.

- I don't see them.
- They're there.

We got her! The waitress
is at Alt-Bayern!

Where are Max and Elsie?

I don't want to be a
hooker when I grow up.

I'd rather be a veterinarian.

Come here.

Don't.

Don't let go.

I can hear your heart.

How do we get to the roof?

Where did you see them?

Shit!

They're everywhere.

- Hey, what's wrong?
- Nothing. Let's get to the station.

What happened?

Nothing.

- We have her! Karin Mann!
- Yes?

- At the Alt-Bayern Hotel!
- The brothel.

We have her. Come on!

Okay, let's go!

Hurry up.

They're surrounding the
whole fucking hotel.

What's that?

The soldiers put it here right
before the Russians came.

Nobody has removed it.

Look. I think you
can fire those.

I saw how the soldiers used
it. Didn't look very hard.

You can't just shoot people.

But cops are bad.
Right, like Russians?

Yeah, but it wouldn't be very

smart.

- Is she still there?
- Yeah. Should we wait?

- She can lead us to the Angel Maker.
- No, we go now.

Trude, tell the others no
one moves until we're inside.

Okay, let's go.

Show me how it works.

We need to bring it down
lower. The barrel. Faster.

How do we load it?

Push with your foot.

You can't shoot that house.

It's just a ruin,
nobody lives there.

My friends live in
there. They'll die!

You have one minute.
Then I'll shoot. Go!

45, 44, 43

16, 15, 14, 13, 12...

Run! Run!

Two, one!

What was that? A bomb?

Artillery!

- The shot came from up there.
- A diversion.

- Surround the building.
- Trude! Astrid!

Spread out, she'll
try to get away!

Hurry, go to the sides. Come!

Move. Move! Move!

That's her!

Wait! Stop.

Help!

Wait. Stop running!

Hey! Over here!

- This way!
- We can't.

- We can't find her anywhere.
- Why are you here?

Go outside! She can
come out anytime.

What are you doing?

- What happened?
- She's gone.

She's gone.

Fuck!

I've been told that most of the
commanders were educated men,

like you, who convinced the troops
that they did the only right thing.

- It was war.
- No, it wasn't.

What you did, they haven't
made a word up for yet.

Now listen. This is going
to drip. And you will drink.

It's just water from below, but

close your mouth, and
it'll dribble down

and reach the white stuff I
got from my Lithuanian friend.

Yeah, Lithuania, same place where
most of your actions were conducted.

Anyway, this white stuff, it
reacts with water, violently.

Burns a hole through anything.

This will achieve nothing.

If you call me a murderer, what
do you call yourself after this?

By your moral standards,
we are the same.

No. You're tied up.

Stop this nonsense! Let me go!

Let me go, you.

Let me go, you piece of shit!

Let me go.

And why would I do that?

Because I can give you
something of great value.

Something hidden
in my apartment.

I'm not someone you
can bribe, Otto,

but maybe we can talk
about it over a drink?

Come on! Open up and
say ah, Nazi boy.

- How did you get in?
- The cops came, but I got away.

That means they'll
come here as well.

We can't move her.
She will not survive.

We can't leave her.
What if the cops come?

Marianne. Wake up.

The police are coming.
We have to flee.

Alright.

Stay calm. Easy.

Are they coming now?

Yes, we don't have much time.

What's in the syringe?

Something to make you
sleep so we can carry you.

You need to trust us, you hear?

Can you do that?

Good.

From an angle...

That's good.

Hermann?

Yes?

Why is Karin giving me
the shot and not you?

She needs to learn.

Don't worry.

Karin's lucky.

You know that.

When you wake up, we'll
go buy you that dress.

Karin, take care of Dr Gladow.

He helps girls like us.

Yes.

Hansi.

No Karin.

First you killed for revenge

- then because you had to.
- I know what I did.

Shadowplay. Johann
Sebastian Bach.

Who are you?

Do you speak English?

Mrs Oberlander?

His name is George Miller.

He's an American pilot. He supervises
all of Berlin's military flights.

Apparently, he's smuggling artwork
out of the country, and Franklin

believes the Russians are
paying Miller to do it.

That is all.

What is the connection
to Tom Franklin?

If Miller's working
for your government...

Franklin said he'd be fucked.

And tell me what else
you know about Franklin.

Not much. His
wife's an alcoholic.

And what else?

I want to know everything about
his private life, understand?

Fine.

You have ten minutes.

Bonus.

Ten minutes.

We better get out of here now.

Marianne died delivering
that worthless information.

Worthless?

What seems worthless to you
may be very valuable to others.

What if someone doesn't
like this Charles Whitlock?

If someone wants to
kill Charles Whitlock?

Then seemingly useless information
can suddenly be worth gold.

The allies are slowly
drifting apart.

This city is a memorial
to what happened.

And the promise that
it never happens again.

I think the occupation
will end soon.

But the East and the
West will remain,

and a divided city

is in constant need of
a certain commodity.

- Information.
- Of course.

And I will provide both
sides with a premium product.

I started this family
with just two girls.

My two little soldiers,
gathering information.

No one is worthless.

I knew you'd come back.

What?

Nothing.

What is it?

- They medicated you?
- I'm fine. Everything is fine.

Never better.

Something's wrong.

Me and two guys

we've found a way out.

- What do you mean?
- Escape.

We have one thing left to
figure out. Then I'll be home.

- When?
- Saturday.

Don't do this. It's too risky.

Time to fly back, Mrs. Garten.

- You can't do this. Don't do it.
- It'll be fine.

Don't do it.

- Anyone seen Elsie?
- No.

We still have a lot of
evidence to go through.

Books, ledgers, manuscripts.

Look through everything
from the brothel.

My husband, Leopold Garten,
is planning an escape.

I... I don't know if
he's acting rationally,

and I'm afraid he'll
be caught if he tries.

I am certain he will get killed.

I found your documents. The
sheets of music, like you said.

The Bach piece, right?

Oh, I see. You
think this is over

but it's not.

You're never letting me go.

Correct.

But if you tell me why
that music is so precious,

I promise I'll let
your family alone.

Someone once told me that

even Nazis love their children.

And you have two
beautiful children.

Tell me why the
music is so valuable.

I can tell you
everything, but please

don't touch my children. Please.

Well, that's up to
you, Mr Oberlander.

It's payment.

Okay. I'm listening.

Wrong room.

Room service.

Bloody ice is melting,
so we have to work fast,

and you clearly need a drink.

Good show.

How come you married Tom?

How come I married?

Sine amore, nihil est vita.

That's Latin, dear.

One of the perks of
growing up in Sussex.

"Without love,
life is pointless."

And you love him?

Your brother

tell me something about him.

Moritz.

Well.

Growing up, he was
always the smart one

but he was totally
out of control.

But he was... He was my centre.

I don't think I'd be alive
if it weren't for him.

But there was this one time...

I had an opportunity to return
the favour and help him.

Right before he shipped out.

We were drinking.

Moritz was so proud to
be serving his country,

and as happy as
I'd ever seen him.

But I was worried about
him going off to war.

My brother had some
serious mental problems.

I knew he wasn't well.

If he went to fight in his condition,
it could cause psychological damage.

I had his doctor write to the Army,
explaining his psychiatric history.

How he'd been treating him for over
a decade for possible schizophrenia.

And all that came with that.

He made it clear that
Moritz was unfit to serve

and he should be
honourably discharged.

But the letter never
got to the Army.

So

We finished our last drinks

and he went off to war.

That was the last time
I ever spoke to him.

You know

lovers crave to know
each other's hurts.

We're not lovers.

Not yet, we aren't.

I think you should go.

I think you're wrong.

Save the whisky, Mr Max.

I might be back.

- Stop it.
- Stop what?

- The humming.
- Why?

You've been humming it for a
week. It's driving me nuts.

Yeah? Well, I like it.

Okay, smile, Max.

- Smile, goddamn it.
- It's too goddamn cold to smile.

"It's too goddamn
cold to smile."

Tea

for

two.

T-42.

You know I'm not going
to kill you, right?

My little brother is.

Subtitles: Lisa K.
Villeneuve www.plint.com