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- Good morning, Mr. McLaughlin.
- Good morning.

A bit of a weird question
here, but look at this.

T-42 or T-4-2. Does that
mean anything to you?

It could be an abbreviation for
a city block, or a street name.

This refers to Lake Tegel.

It's just north of Berlin.

My family have a boat
over in Tegel, T-26.

T for Tegel...

- Twenty-six for the spot.
- Yeah.

Great. Thank you.

Fuck.

It's good to see
you, little brother.

Moritz.

I knew you'd find me.

MOABIT

BRITISH SECTOR

Don't bother.

No whores today. We're closed.

I am a cop.

I just want to talk.

You're too young for a cop.

And you're too young to
work in a whorehouse.

Can you answer a few
questions for me?

Do you have any food?

I might.

Come on, then.

You know, you are a much
better cop than you think, Max.

Stop this crazy shit, Moritz.

Let's just go home.

Your wife and son
are waiting for you.

Jimmy.

He needs you.

I can't.

You know, we should have
died in that kitchen

over 20 years ago,
little brother

but

we were spared.

Spared for something.

Moritz.

I know about Dachau.

I know what you did.

I know what you saw.

It's okay.

- I understand.
- No, you don't.

- I do, Moritz.
- No, you don't!

No, you don't,
because you can't.

You know what I did
before I left Dachau?

I lied down in one
of the mass graves.

I don't know why, I.

I just felt like I had to, Max.

I... I was lying there amongst

the bones and the
skin and the eyes of

the murdered, and

there was this boy.

He was just like Jimmy.

About the same age.

And I looked up at the sky,

and just then

dawn broke.

They spoke to me, Max.

They spoke to me.

This is not you.

This is not you.

I know you.

Moritz

and this isn't it.

This isn't you.

You gonna help me avenge them?

- No. I'm not helping...
- Come on,

of course, you already are.
You cleaned up every trace

- in a court of law.
- Fuck, no. This is wrong!

Don't. You're not
supposed to do that, Max.

- This bastard deserves a trial!
- He deserves to die.

- Just like everyone else!
- To be part of our story,

Max and Moritz!

- No!
- We did this shit!

- No! Fuck that!
- Turn off water! Turn off the water!

You're not supposed to do that,
Max! You're not supposed to do that!

No more tricks.

The only...

Had your hopes up there for a
minute, didn't you, Nazi boy?

Listen up, Alt-Bayern girls.

The faster you
answer our questions,

the faster you'll get
out of here, okay?

- Leopold!
- Elsie!

Me and two others
we've found a way out.

Escape.

There's one thing
left to figure out.

I'll be home to you soon.

- When?
- Saturday.

You can't do this.
It's too risky.

I went by the hotel this morning
in case we missed anything.

Good afternoon, Comrade.

Trude,

could you take this little lady
and get her water before we talk?

With pleasure.

Hey.

Didn't anyone tell you you're in
the wrong sector with that hat?

Fuck you!

- What the hell?
- You hear that?

We gotta do something.

- He's just fucking drunk.
- He pulled his fucking gun.

What?

Here.

Shit.

Now you fucking care? Yeah!

Fuck you!

- Mom!
- Max!

Mom!

You little fucking cunt!

Don't shoot him!

Are you okay, little brother?

You gotta help me
cover this up, Max.

I need you to do
that for me, okay?

Remember this?

Mom used to read it to us so
we could keep her language.

Yeah.

Mom's gone,

but this book's still here.

Put your hand on it.

MAX AND MORITZ

I swear we'll always
have each other's back.

"I swear we'll always
have each other's back."

MAX AND MORITZ A STORY
OF SEVEN BOYISH PRANKS

Anyone need a coffee?

Trude, can you bring
back some Nescafé?

Only real cops get Nescafé!

Screw you, too.

Morning, Max.

Hey... what's going on?

You're the waitress...

Karin.

Hello.

My name is Elsie,

- and you already know Gad.
- And who's he?

That's Max.

He's American.

Go, Dodgers, go!

A Dodgers fan? Wow.

You have my heart now.

You speak English.

Of course. It's useful.

What's your name?

Cassandra.

Cassandra.

Means "to shine" in
Greek. Did you know that?

Where's your family?

Sorry.

Do you know what the
women at the hotel do?

They fuck men for money.

Yes, they do.

We're looking for a woman,

perhaps you know her.

Her name is Karin,

and we really need to find her, she
knows someone who is really bad.

His name is Engelmacher.
Have you ever heard of him?

So you never heard the women
at the hotel talk about him?

Not once?

Are you afraid someone's going
to hurt you if you talk to us?

I'm not afraid.

I'm bulletproof.

CHOCOLATE BAR

You tell us what you
know about Karin,

and all this chocolate is yours.

I can... tell you
where he lives.

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING
THE BRITISH SECTOR

That's where I once
saw Marianne go.

Okay. Here's our British backup.

I don't want them to take this.

They don't give a shit, but we need
them, 'cuz I don't wanna walk into

another goddamn
anti-aircraft gunfight again.

Gad, stay with her.

Take care of her. You and me,
let's talk to these Tommies.

Good job.

Gentlemen, Max McLaughlin.
Who's in charge?

- That'd be me.
- Alright. Thanks for coming.

It's right there.

Open up! This is
the British army!

If you can hear
us, open the door!

Open it.

A gynecologist's chair.

He helps women.

It's all empty.

Someone cleaned the place.

You're all good. The
entire flat is secure.

Sorry for wasting your time.

- Thanks for coming.
- No problem.

This is fucking embarrassing.

We should get your
people in here.

Search for prints.

We missed him.

Shit!

What was that?

You get the door.

Don't shoot.

It's the mailman.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What?

That's what I love
about this town.

You can bomb it, occupy it,

divide it into sectors, but
the mail gets delivered.

"Dr. Hermann Gladow."

- We have a name now.
- We do.

Please, I have two daughters.

- I'm all they have.
- This is a blessing.

Every time I see a little girl,

I see an entire family.

I assume you know who I am?

And you consider me a criminal.

No.

But I help people.

Mostly women.

No.

Careful.

They come to me when
no one else cares.

And, if it is against
the law to help them,

then I'll break the law.

You women did not need this war

which men forced upon you

and then lost.

But I say

the future belongs to you,

the women.

No more "Children,
Kitchen, Church"

like in The Third Reich.

That's why I'm helping you,

so this city becomes
a better place.

And will you help me?

Yes.

I'll help you get back
to your daughters.

But what do you want me to do?

Just tell me everything.

Okay. This is our guy,

Dr. Hermann Gladow,

gynecologist.

Pass it around.

After talking to the director
of the medical register

over in Charlottenburg,
I've learned

that Hermann Gladow
is 51 years of age,

and that he's originally
from Stuttgart.

All right. We're almost there.

Good job, everyone. Gold
star to Gad over there.

And tomorrow, after
we finish compiling

everything we have on Gladow,

we'll share this information
with all the precincts,

including the ones in the
French and the British Sector.

And the Russian sector?

Fuck the Russians.
They're on a need-to-know.

Also, I want to continue

interrogations of the
girls from Alt-Bayern.

All right,

back to work.

And please remember,

be here at nine sharp tomorrow

to go through everything
one last time.

What is it?

Nothing. Just

we've got a good crew here.

Great people.

I'll see you.

Look, a cigarette.

Wow, great.

Hey.

Come here.

I want one, too.

Can I have one, too?

- Thank you, Mr. America.
- Thank you!

Yes, thank you.

Look, I have one, too.

Please, don't hurt me.

Put this on.

And what did we find out today?

They know your name

and your face.

And they know about
your brothels.

Yes.

And what else?

They think she killed
two American GIs.

And a German girl

- and...
- And?

Anything else?

And that you helped Karin.

Did you hear that, Karin?

Why would I do
something like that?

I love the Americans
as much as anyone else.

Right, Karin?

Yes,

of course, nobody loves the
Americans more than you.

See?

LEAVING US SECTOR BERLIN

Do you have information
about Tom Franklin for me?

That's not why I'm here.

Then why are we
talking? I'm a busy man.

There will be an escape
from Hohenschönhausen.

Tonight.

Escape is not possible.

How would you know this?

I think you know.

He's going to escape.

How very German of you,
betraying your own kin.

I am saving him.

I've seen your guards,
the dogs, the barbed wire.

I want my husband alive.

More importantly,

you want my husband alive.

HOHENSCHÖNHAUSEN PRISON

RUSSIAN SECTOR

Is it loose?

Yes.

One moment, please.

Phone call for you,
Mr. McLaughlin.

Yeah?

Yeah, I received the terrific
news about the Angel Man,

and took the liberty to pass it
on to my boss, General Howley.

And he told me he wanted to have
a little chat with you tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yeah, at the cocktail.

Christ, you forgot, didn't you?

- Of course not.
- Of course not.

I hope you remember you're supposed
to investigate George Miller tonight.

- Yeah.
- Good.

So you'll take a little detour
to his house on Swan Island.

Apparently, there were
flights out of Berlin

flights that no one
has a record of.

And it's impossible for planes to
take off without a paper trail.

OFFICE OF FLIGHT OPERATIONS

It's the Army,
for Christ sake's.

I got it.

If you find anything,

you go to the US military court

and you tell them
that George Miller

sells out his country to clear
his personal gambling debts,

and that makes him
a goddamn traitor.

- Okay.
- See you tonight.

So this mess is because of you.

Maybe I was wrong about you.

Maybe you're not so lucky.

Or maybe I am.

Maybe all this happens because
that's exactly what I am.

I tell you that we shouldn't
get rid of Trude yet.

She could be of more use.

She's a widowed housewife
who works as a cop.

Yes, and?

She said the officers are gathering
at the precinct at nine tomorrow

to talk about you.

And the American will
distribute the evidence

to all the other precincts.

I think we can take
them all out at once.

Maybe

what happens now

will force you to change
into something stronger.

BLESSED

Wait here.

OFFICE OF FLIGHT OPERATIONS

Breakfast in Berlin, huh?

I just spoke to your wife.

She says hello.

That wasn't meant for you.

We got the names and addresses of
all the Alt-Bayern Hotel girls?

Good.

Why did you want to meet here?

I thought you'd
appreciate the music.

I think he's pretty good.

What is it you
wanted to tell me?

- It's not a rash.
- Who did this to you?

Russians.

They took me

after I walked Green Eyes home.

And then they made me talk.

About what?

About you.

You told them about Leopold.

I'm so sorry.

I really tried...

I really did,

but it hurt so much.

Should've kept your mouth shut.

I wish to God I
never said anything.

Don't say that.

God didn't protect your
family or this city.

God doesn't care about you,

so don't waste your time on him.

Waste it on us.

Aim,

set,

fire!

German soldiers are soft.

What just happened,

you didn't fool death.

I did.

So whose party is this, anyway?

The Vice Council, Tom Franklin.

- Oh. Nice chap?
- Jolly nice chap, actually.

McLaughlin! Get over here!

Every European country into
an American market is...

- Guns?
- Money.

Takes a lot of green to
bribe a continent, Tom.

Can we talk?

The war's been good to us,

with the GNP doubled between '40
and now, the unemployment's down.

- How much?
- I'd say $20 billion US.

But not a bribe. An investment.

Mark my words. Max
McLaughlin, Bob Travis.

- Pleasure.
- Max is NYPD

here in Berlin on
assignment, and Bob's O.S.O.,

because Europe's too important
to be left to the Europeans.

Let me just check
in with Claire,

make sure everything's
not falling apart.

Meet me in my office
in one minute.

Can't wait.

So,

O.S.O.?

Officer of Special Operations.
We used to be O.S.S.

Spies, right?

Intelligence.

So your work here,

does it bring you much
to the Russian Sector?

Excuse me, Bob.

- Mr. Max.
- Mrs. Claire.

So?

I found flight logs. Records
of 15 secret flights.

George.

How did you know?

Can't tell.

They're going to ask me tomorrow,
you know, the military court,

- when I turn over the evidence.
- Just say that you heard a rumor.

A rumor?

There's nothing but in this town.
They'll believe you. Trust me.

And not a single
word to a single soul

until we hear what they're
going to do about this.

So

Let's party.

Tom. If we book the Engelmacher.

I'm going home.

Let's revisit this tomorrow,

okay?

And the exquisite subtlety

of the figure's
contrapposto is sublime.

It's, to me, perfect.

- Franklin. Pardon me, ladies.
- George.

At first, I thought you
somehow suspected me,

but then how would you
know about this, right?

What do you mean?

There's something
goddamn not right

because those 15 flights
were never scheduled

- or logged or anything.
- George, yes, I hear you,

and we'll get to the bottom
of this first thing tomorrow,

but for now, you need another
drink. Scotch and soda, right?

Darling. Not there.

No. Take it to the other
room. Two of those...

The city has never
looked so sweet.

Off we go.

Madam, this way.

The second time I
catch you staring.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment has arrived, what
we've all been waiting for.

Gather 'round.

Come on, don't be shy.

Now,

please cut the cake any
way you like, General Clay.

Well, Claire,

then I guess I'll take
what I've always wanted.

Claire.

Max.

I want more.

I mean it. I want more of you.

Claire...

I'm leaving.

I need to go back to New York.

I see.

Goodbye, Mr. Max.

Pretty potent stuff in there, so
handle with care and all that.

- Much obliged.
- Of course.

Max.

Tom.

Thanks for the invite.

Party's been... great.

All right.

Thanks for the party. So,
we'll talk tomorrow, yeah?

- I was thinking about it more...
- Sure thing, George.

Tomorrow.

Fucking traitor.

I'm going to grab a scotch.

Scotch, please.

- Max McLaughlin?
- Yeah.

BLESSED

So... it's blessed now?

It's Dad's gun.

We're going to need it.

But... don't worry.

- It's still blessed.
- What are you doing here?

What do you think, Max?

I'm going back to New York.

Maybe you should, too.

What's worse than
the Third Reich?

Hmm? Who is worse than a Nazi?

Stop these fucking
games, Moritz.

It's not a game, Max. Just
a simple fucking question.

Who's worse than a Nazi?

- No one's worse than a Nazi.
- No.

That's not it.

- The Devil.
- No.

No, see, because the
Devil was an angel,

who had the fucking
balls to challenge God,

failed, took the fall, and
he's been in hell ever since.

The Devil?

Yeah, he's okay in my book.

- Who's worse than a Nazi?
- Moritz, I don't know,

and I don't care
because I'm leaving.

The one who helps the
Nazis is worse, Max.

What are you talking
about? Who helps Nazis?

- Over here!
- Let's raise a glass!

Come on, little brother.

- Over here!
- Follow me.

Hey. Does this have anything...

You're the cop.

You still care about right
and fucking wrong, Max?

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