All language subtitles for Colonel.Redl.1985.1080p.WEB-DL.English

COLONEL REDL

Colonel Redl's story is not based
on authentic documents.

Actions of the characters
are entirely fabricated.

This film was inspired by
John Osborne's play A Patriot for Me

and by historical events
of our century.

Your grandfather was friend
of his majesty, The Emperor.

The Emperor once asked him:

"Well, my friend, what's new?"

"Dedicated to our
Emperor and King.

Like the dew from heaven sent
May on him be blessings spent.

May they give the strength
for all of his deeds.

In all lands may he glory earn
our welfare is his one concern.

Woe to those who dare reject

his hand of peace, so circumspect.

His holy wrath shall strike them now

with laurels to adorn his brow."

Very nice, young Redl.
Sit down.

Maybe you'll become a great
poet of our motherland.

I haven't heard such a glorious poem

about His Majesty for a long time.

Sir, this is the boy,
Alfréd Redl.

I humbly ask for your support
to help him enter

the Imperial and Royal
Cadet School.

Always remember to keep
a straight posture.

We will be so proud of you.

And we shall never forget
what the Emperor has done for us.

How wonderful it would be
if you would return as an officer.

What an honour.

Your grandpa was just
a poor peasant.

And you suddenly
get this honour.

Never forget that the Emperor
made this possible.

Always be grateful.

Up, down, up, down, up, down...

Hands behind your head!
Down!

Hopping to the left!

One, two, one, two!

Hopping to the right!
One, two, one, two.

Right! Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Up and in position.

Redl, Kubinyi! Be careful.

You'll get a beating
if you break your weapons.

Third grade, stop the drill!

Line up in two ranks
for punishment!

Redl, Kubinyi, shirts off!

See Redl, it's snowing.

Thank you.

Kristóf Kubinyi
reporting to his grandma

would like to introduce a friend.

Harry!

Come here, Harry!

Don't worry, he just wants
to make friends. Good dog.

Sit down!

Sit down!

Tell me Redl, our Monarch's
empire is so vast

I've a hard time telling

which of the many people
of our Majesty you belong to.

I was born in Galicia.

- Polish?
- No.

My father is Ukrainian,
partly of German descent.

I believe my mother's
grandfather was Hungarian.

Yes, they were Hungarians.

The family was noble
but lost everything.

Their entire estate.

But later His Majesty
helped them,

and gave them a position
in the Civil Service.

Fine.

Then you certainly have
Hungarian blood in you.

Yes, my mother would always
sing a Hungarian song.

Under the mountains.

He is very nice!

He doesn't speak French, grandma.

He has to learn it, sweetie.

It's as important
as horseback riding.

But horses are the most
important, aren't they?

He is charming, your little friend.

Come on up, Kristóf,
it's a good view.

Yes, but do I have to
climb the tree for that?

You smell good, soldier,
like a foal.

Are you ticklish?
Let's see.

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven...

eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve...

Could you please help me?

Katalin!

What can we expect from civilians,

if soldiers act like animals?
Is this a zoo?

Class raise!

- Are you the orderly?
- Yes, sir.

Who was it? File a report,
I want names.

I'm sorry, Colonel,
I don't know who it was.

But I do, Cadet Redl.

I know the name.
Kristóf von Kubinyi.

Sir, I'm sure it wasn't him.

- Who then?
- I don't now, I was singing.

Redl, report.
Are they the usual gentlemen?

Von Freyberg, Galliena,
von Gencsy, von Kubinyi?

No, it wasn't Kubinyi, sir.

Who then? Redl,
I'm losing my patience.

Then I am forced to expel
all four of then led by Baron Kubinyi

because of this
outrageous incident.

- I think it was von Gencsy.
- Very good, Redl.

You'll be a loyal soldier
to His Majesty.

You are a bright peasant boy.

Dismissed!

Judas!

I am a Judas.
I am not a soldier.

Those over there are soldiers.

I am a treacherous peasant.

Kris!

- Yes?
- Can I walk with you?

Are you mad?

- I have a fealing you don't like me
to walk with you. - What's wrong with you?

Aren't you ashamed of our friendship?

- You really are insane.
- Lately you are always with others.

- For example?
- It doesn't matter.

Who did you mean?

Freyberg for example.
He monopolizes you.

Do you still consider yourself my friends,

or do you rather keep to your own kind?

Are you calling me to account?

- Clausewitz says... - That friendship
between soldiers lasts forever.

- How did you know what I wanted to say?
- I know your favorite citations.

Please tell me if I embarrass you,
if I am a nuisance.

Tell me frankly if you don't want our
friendship. If you are ashamed of me.

Redl, you can have my oath of allegiance.

Colonel Feldhauer wants to see
Cadet Redl in his office.

At ease.

Well... I have to
tell you something.

Redl, you father has died.
Here's the telegram.

Take it.

You'll get leave of course.

If you should need anything,

money for the journey or
a wreath for the grave,

please tell me.

You can count on me.

Colonel, may I ask for
permission to stay here.

I want to take part in His Majesty's
name-day celebration.

Now that Emperor Franz Josef the First
has become your godfather

and by the bond of our Holy Church,

you have become his sons.

Our Father, Franz Josef.

You may call him that
from this day forward

with humble pride
and the right to do so.

By the sacrament of confirmation

you're accepted as his sons.

This will make the bond
between you all

between you and the army

between you and His Majesty
even more indissoluble.

May your filial gratitude,
your filial loyalty

preserve this bond
with the Lord God

with your Emperor and your
Motherland for all eternity.

Why has Detachment D

still not rejoined the main troop?

Lt. Schorm! Send an adjutant
to find out the reason.

I want a report. The medical
personnel is still in the valley!

Lt. Beatz!

I ordered the reserves into action
to break through the enemy lines

and occupy section QX.
Leave immediately.

QX, yes sir.

Alright, then.

Colonel, captain Redl
respectfully asks permission to report:

the enemy lines have
been attacked and taken.

Good, Redl.

You have executed this tactical
exercise perfectly.

This is a command post,
not the Officer's Club.

Where we smoke and watch
friends play pool.

Lt. Schorm!

The other ranks out there
may not smoke either.

Smoking is forbidden
on manoeuvres. Carry on!

- Lt. Schorm, give the order to finish.
- Yes sir, order to finish.

Colonel,
respectfully asks permission to report:

I gave Lt. Schorm permission to smoke.

That was an error, Captain.

Self-control always and everywhere.

We shouldn't have compromised
with the Hungarians in 1867.

Why not take the whole country,

as the English did Ireland?

Without that, Austria wouldn't
be a great power now.

Vienna curbed us,
thanks to our politicians.

Kubinyi's lamenting the fate of
oppressed Hungarians again.

But he forgets that Hungary, too

oppresses it's neighbouring peoples.

Everything has its price.
This is it.

Arad and Haynau, generals
executed like criminals!

Come on, Kubinyi...

The compromise was a great deed.

Redl, you look so sad.

- Perhaps because of you.
- Don't be sad because of me.

Let's drink to the health
of Captain Redl.

- Let's drink to it!
- Do you like him?

- Yes, he's very nice.
- You hear, old man?

She likes you, so drink!

Should I hold it?

This Redl was born
in Lemberg, wasn't he?

And you in Pomerania.
Then what?

- You think it's all the same?
- It damn well is!

Oh, you are a cosmopolitan.

No, Hungarian. Secondly,
an officer and Redl's friend.

What did His Majesty say?

"The Hungarians, a beloved nation!"

Are you trying to provoke me?

No, why should I?

Let's go.

- Baron, are you being
unfaithful to me? - Indeed.

But why!

Jealous?

I don't know you yet,
but it can soon be arranged.

Do you wanna come with me,
or prefer to sit and stare?

Have you ever done it?

Or is your biggest thrill
to shout at you soldiers?

What's special about Kubinyi
that make you all crazy?

He not only knows how to do,

- he likes doing it.
- What?

Everything.

- Then teach me, too.
- You can't teach that.

- You have it, or not.
- Kubinyi is handsome.

And wonderful.

What do you like best?

- His hairy behind?
- Yes.

He has a lovely
little rock-hard bottom.

And muscular thighs.

Just like a little boy.

One has something
to hold on to.

- The scar on his knee?
- Yes, I like that, too.

How does he do it?
Quickly? Slowly? Rough?

- Or gentle?
- Is he gentle?

No, he comes in, grabs hold of me

and my breasts and he bites.

And I bite him, too.

So, he bites?

And you?

How do you want to do it?

Are you really related?

Then watch how your
big brother does it.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- Are you sick?
- No.

I'll deal with it, don't worry.

One day, when the regiment is on parade,

I shall ride out in front of the regiment
and Colonel von Roden,

and I shall report to him on horseback.

One:
my mother's parents were Jewish.

Two:
my father is a Jew from Budapest."

Can you imagine what the regiment
would say? And von Roden?

At a parade,

with all sorts of distinguished
people present.

Consuls, attachés,
and the Goszleth girls.

Dominika and Daniela.

Alfréd, I'll tell it
to them straight one day.

Don't you think they know
you're a Jew?

I'm not just a Jew.
I'm a Hungarian Jew.

There is a difference!

We can talk about it,
not just in whispers.

My father fought for Hungarian
freedom and was exiled.

My father played cards with
the Rabbi of Lemberg.

They were good friends.

Redl! You be a Jew too!

That would make everything
so much simpler.

All right, then I'm a Jew.
It's all the same.

You know, I think your
holidays are beautiful.

- Yom Kippur, Passover...
- Passover.

Redl, I'm very fond of you.
You're so wildly ambitious.

Let's fight about
the Goszleth daughters.

Would you please
look at these drawings.

Who do they represent?
Or it's hard to identify?

You're famous for your
observation.

This one? Lt. Beatz?

- No.
- But?

- Captain Tannhoffer.
- And this handsome face?

- Kubinyi.
- And him?

That's myself.

- Continue please.
- Dr. Sonnenschein.

- Jaromil Schorm.
- Schorm? Jaromil?

Tell me,

this lieutenant here, is he a invert?

Excuse me?

- I mean homosexual.
- Not that I know.

Bohemian? Jew?

Major, I suggest you
to ask him yourself.

A straight question
will get a straight answer.

Your an idealist.

This is about debt-ridden officers.

Who will protect the army
in the event of war?

This article appeared
in a Prague newspaper

written by one "senior."

Do you know who hides
behind this name?

Your direct inferior,
Jaromil Schorm.

He belongs to the army,
but talks about us.

Corruption, debt, cards,
booze, whores!

He writes that, in the event of war
the army would need protection.

Schorm.
Senior... Senior!

Well...

tell me Captain, do you
still play the piano?

At Cadet school I took
lessons with Captain Ruzek.

Alright.

Keep an eye on Schorm.

In due time, I want a report.

Tell me,

can you make me a list,
by this afternoon,

of the officers' local contacts?

This Schorm!
Keep him out of my sight!

He is a provoker.
He will be fired!

A disgusting object!

I met him the other day in front
of the Officier's Club. His eyes!

What a shifty look!

And you supported him!

It's me he provokes in front of my
regiment, and the General Staff

finds out about it first!

We absolutely cannot afford

to be exposed to attacks like this!

I detest traitors, Captain.
Making me sick!

Kick him out,

or let him go voluntarily.

Just get him out of here!
You will do that.

And one more thing, Redl.

Tell your friend Kubinyi,

to stop his '48 tirades.

I don't want any criticism
of the compromise, alright?

Why does he always mention
Haynau when he drinks?

Haynau's been dead for years!

Haynau is not the Monarchy.

We are the Monarchy!

And so is Kubinyi.

We couldn't object to the
articles if they were true.

But they are false.

I'm ashamed that an officer
express himself in this way.

He lives among us, accepts
the privileges of uniform and rank,

laughs and swears like us
and then it turns out,

he's not one of us.

Instead of talking to us,
he spies on us secretly

and denounces us
under a false name.

Schorm must face the consequences

and leave those he's betrayed.

Taking notes, Schorm?
I could dictate for you.

Gentlemen, in my own name
and that of the officers regiment

I suggest that Lt. Schorm,
at his own request

should leave the
regiment and the army.

Schorm, I...

You can state the reasons yourself.

Yes.

Gentlemen, is this a big
moment or a small one?

I can't tell.

- This is not a cabaret!
- You're right, doctor.

Brief and soldierly.

What's going on?
Has our Bohemian gone crazy?

Schorm, if you expect a certificate
saying that you've gone insane,

which I personally agree,
you're mistaken. No!

Lieutenant,

name your seconds.

I consider the desecration
of His Majesty uniform

a personal insult.

I therefore challenge you to a duel!

Shooting?

You're near-sighted.
Want to fence?

But don't confuse fencing
with an appendectomy.

Don't take this personally,
but everybody knows that

doctors who join the army
aren't the best ones.

Summa cum laude, you jerk.

Who will be my seconds?

I'm not fighting you.

I'm the third-best shooter
in the regiment.

Allow me to send
for my civilian clothes.

The duel takes place at dawn.

I'll choose my seconds
among you.

- Alfréd.
- Sonnenschein,

I said there won't be a duel.

I will take off my uniform.

But I can't duel
with a Jewish doctor.

You're not from whom one
may expect satisfaction.

And me, Schorm?

Do I meet your
high requirements?

Baron Kubinyi...

Yes, you do.

But gentlemen, this is really...

Done!
Tomorrow at dawn.

With a bullet, since you're
such a fine shooter.

30 steps, 3 exchanges.
Redl, you're my second.

Excuse me.
I hate early rising.

I'd prefer noon or afternoon.

But honour come first.

Pistols at dawn, then.

Those articles, Schorm...

You were such
an excellent soldier.

The duel is nonsense.

- Let it go.
- I didn't force it.

- Then I'll lock you up.
- It's too late, Captain.

I'm duelling as a civilian
with Kubinyi.

- Lock him up, if you fear for his life.
- Look, Schorm.

The army is not dismissing you.

You are leaving the army.

You can join again
in a couple of years...

A couple of years?
Where will this army be then?

It will be at its post,

and so will I.

Do you know what I hate
most about this army?

Getting up so damned early.

Who's there? Who is it?

Redl.

It's you, Schorm.

I thought it was you.
Sorry.

- You're here early.
- Yes.

I couldn't sleep. Could you?

I never sleep well.

Kubinyi probably
sleep like a dog.

Don't underestimate him.
Cigarette?

No, thanks.

He overestimates himself.

- You are full of energy.
- And you?

I don't belong with you.

What do you mean?

I want to remain Jaromil Schorm.

I don't understand.

I can't take leading a double life,

everyone playing their part perfectly.

Sickening. All of it.

I still don't understand.

Tell me, Schorm...

are you really a anti-Semite?

My grandmother is Jewish.
I hope that's sufficient.

I shouldn't have insulted him.
You are right.

I just enjoyed keeping
that Jew at a distance.

- Very possible.
- Not really my style.

You play with people.

No, you do.

Me?

Why me?

You're demanding
too much of yourself.

- What else can I do?
- Well,

you might be right.

Maybe we haven't talked
enough to each other.

- Why couldn't you sleep?
- I don't know.

I think I had a dream.

- Do you believe in dreams?
- No.

Or do I?

It is cold.

Yes.

- The weapons?
- Here they are.

- Redl will tell his dream.
- That's not of interest now.

It was very interesting...

- Gentlemen...
- Please, go on.

I ask you to discuss
your disagreement,

and use your weapons
symbolically.

There are officers on guard outside,
I guarantee complete secrecy.

Until then, I shall leave
the gymnasium.

Redl, stay!

Gentlemen, I am ready.

I think we must get the doctor.

Yes.

Was Schorm your friend?

No, Colonel.

If your part in this incident is known

it will harm your career.

I'm aware of my position, Colonel.

We have decided to act discreetly.

Thank you, Colonel.

With Kubinyi, it's a different story.

He's been in trouble before.

However, he survives such
incidents more easily.

Redl, I must say,

you were only a second,
but that was a grave error.

Never get involved in
anything like this again.

Yes, Colonel.

Do you think an officer
without family connections

remains unnoticed?
Is that your opinion, Redl?

I'm convinced the army seldom
allows merit to go unacknowledged.

Correct, Redl,
and for obvious reasons.

The future of the Monarchy and
Europe depends on the army.

I've noticed that officers
who complain about privilege

are of average ability,
mostly below that.

Exactly. A good soldier
always recognizes another.

That's the basis of comradeship.

Redl, as a Commander,

I must inform to the War Ministry
about officers of outstanding merit.

Your merits have surpassed
your present rank.

And that's a fact.

Here's your promotion to Major.

And here's your order
to report to Vienna.

His Majesty has appointed you
second-in-command of a garrison.

It's a pity, it had to arrive
on this unfortunate day.

Nevertheless, congratulations.

Thank you, Colonel.

It means a great deal to me.

After all, I trained you.

Yes.

That's the way it is.

This is for you.

A wallet and a briefcase.
I had them made in Vienna.

A. R.

I grew very fond of you, my son.

Dismissed!

Colonel.

Yes?

I'd like to take
Lt. von Kubinyi with me.

He's a good soldier.

An odd team, you two.

I'm not sure it will
help you, but...

It can be arranged through his
family connections in Vienna,

if they agree to the plan.

Katalin, did you see him?

The Emperor!

Standing there admiring the view.

He has a hunting lodge here.

The Emperor!

Unbelievable!

What if we'd stopped
to greet him?

What would you have said?

"Major Redl begs to report?"

I'd have wished him good
health and a long life.

Wait, turn in to the Inn.

I'm tired, Major.

We'll take a room.

I can't believe I saw
the Emperor today.

Alfréd.

Horse and saddle,
a fine soldierly smell.

Kristóf never smells like a soldier.

Do you smell the soldier on him?

Me?

Here you are, madam.

Soldier,

uncork the champagne.

I've made a lovely,
big bridal bed for us.

What will your husband say
if you don't come home?

I'm sleeping at my mother.
You're my witness.

I've neither time nor inclination

to be a gracious society hostess.

I like riding, eating, drinking.

Why don't you have
any children?

We just don't.

I can't stand
my husband anymore.

Shall I marry you?

Do you want a pretty Kubinyi?

You deserve it.

Let's drink.

Do you know who my first lover was?

A stableboy. In Kubiny.

One day in the stable
he touched my breast.

And I hit him with my riding whip.

He grabbed me and held me so tight,

the memory of it
still gives me the shivers.

We made love in the stables,
it lasted a year.

Sometimes it was so good that when I was'
running back to the house across the park,

I could have shouted with joy.

And do I remind you of this stable-boy?

Don't be afraid, AIfréd.

I am very fond of you.

I liked you when we were children,
back in Kubiny.

Your eyes...

They are so willful and hard...

Radiant.

I like the way you are getting bald.

Is your stable-boy getting bald too?

He ceased to exist for me a long time ago.

Why do you close your eyes?

I don't know.

Are you thinking of someone else?

Yes.

- Kristóf?
- Yes.

- Were you always thinking of him?
- No.

Whom do you love more?
Whom?

- I'm very fond of you both.
- And now?

I feel fine,

but I don't know for how long.

You know, Kristóf...

and I...

we're...

Actually, I'm afraid of him.

But now you're over him.

No.

You're wonderful, Katalin.

I like touching you.

I have nobody I can
embrace, just you.

Don't forget, you're here

in Galicia, not by the Adriatic.

We have many Poles, Jews,
gypsies, thieves and whores.

Be on your guard.

Many of them smuggle vodka
across the border.

We are right at the border,
not Bad Ischl or Alt-Ausee.

There's so little to do
the officers go hunting

for chamois.

You get my meaning.

Lt. Ehrlich reporting.

Manoeuvres proceeding
according to plan.

Major, Lt. Mészáros reporting.

Manoeuvres proceeding as planned.

Throw grenades!

Throw grenades!

Stop!

Didn't you instruct your men
in the use of grenades

unexploded grenades
or those falling short?

- Assemble the platoon!
- Platoon, forward!

Throw away your cigarette.

Repeat the regulations.

I'm sorry, I don't know them all.

Not all? Item one?

Item two? Three?

Five?

- Your order, officer?
- A schnapps, please.

Coming right up, Major.

- You get many officers here, don't you?
- How did you guess?

You knew my rank.

You recognize ranks when
you're as old as me...

but you never know people.

- And vodka?
- No, that's contraband.

Maybe a glass of aquavit?

We're serving His Majesty
on the Russian border.

We're not here to impress
or chase the women,

play billiards and cards,

and get drunk,
on duty or on manoeuvres.

During the excercises, where
our soldiers, thanks to their officers...

I'm referring to Lt. Sohinszky.

Our men blow themselves up,

due to a lack of grenade instruction.

Lt. Mészáros is not here to fall off
his horse drunk at 11 am.

Contraband vodka, drunk at the Inn,

where you go to keep warm,

while your men train outside.

And by noon you are kept in
the saddle by their horses.

We are not here to dishonour
the Emperor's uniform

by making deals with civilians,

like Kferrer and Halmi
getting involved

in God knows what.

We're not here to seduce
a girl a week

meaning raping her in the woods.

Like a poor servant-girl

who dares not say a word,

for everyone would believe
the almighty officer.

Almighty officers, indeed!

Officers of the Monarchy

must set a good example
so the people trust us,

and know the Emperor
will protect them.

My question is,
does the Monarchy need

each one of you personally

here in this garrison?

Answer the question
yourselves. I'm waiting.

If you think your presence
here has a meaning

then you know
that with your rights

you have certain obligations.

Only then can you
claim privileges.

You need not be
Imperial Army officers.

The post office or the railways...

guarantees a pension.

Why do you make enemies?

The Emperor is old and gaga, if there is
a war, the Monarchy will fall to pieces.

What you say there is high treason.

Can't you see that they are afraid of you?

- Colonal Ruzitska too.
- He is corrupt, Ruzitska.

A cynic.
He is Commander of the garrison,

yet he betrays the idea of the Monarchy
in every other sentence.

Actually the others are no better.

They know nothing but
get drunk and tell stupid jokes.

No wonder that
everything is falling to pieces.

But this is exactly why I am here,
to put a stop to it,

and I am going to show them
how we can avoid the crash.

They should be afraid of me!

Let them hate me, the gentlemen.

At least I know that I am doing my duty.

He is sixty.
A Colonel in Galicia.

At his age he should be
in the General Staff in Vienna!

I am going to clean this stable.

There are some young ones left
who still have ideals.

Like Ehrlich.

Cant' you see that everybody had enough?
They are all waiting for the end.

Naturally, those who haven't achieved
anything. And why haven't they?

Because they get drunk every day.

Why should an officer
get drunk every day?

Has he no rank? No honour?

No prospects?

Doas he live in want?
Why does an officer get drunk every day?

This is my question.

Maybe he knows that
there is no sense in what he's doing.

Did you fuck my sister?

Did you or didn't you?

Kubinyi...

I won't stand for a question like this,
not even from you.

Thank you.

Colonel Ruzitska wishes to
see you in the conservatory.

Colonel?

I have bad news for you, Redl.

When did you last see Mészáros?

This afternoon,
during the manoeuvres.

He has deserted.

- Really?
- To the Russians.

Tonight at six he appeared on
the other side of the barrier.

And shouted to our soldiers:

"Say 'hello' to Mr. Ruzitska
and Redl for me!"

And then he did this.

I've had enough of
the Russians border.

I'm applying for retirement.

I'd like to recommend you
as District Commandant.

You have a great future.

I was no more than a troop
commander. That's fate.

One doesn't necessarily have
to be on the General Staff.

These damned Habsburgs!

I hate this Habsburgs, do you hear?

I hate them!

What do you think of them?

Maybe you think they're wonderful.

But I'm drunk tonight,

so I must tell you honestly.

You can have them.
I hate them!

Go on. Isn't it impressing when
the Hungarians are so rough!

His Majesty's favorite people,
his beloved children!

He embraced them with the great
achievement or the Compromise.

The real favorites were shot first.

Franz Ferdinand will follow
on his donkey called Hungary.

He really adores the Hungarians,
they are already gathering a round him.

Those who have anything to do
with Franz Ferdinand, are traitors.

Would the old Hungary crash if they
gave some rights to the nationalities?!

Galicia and Cracow would
join Poland so fast,

Vienna would be left gasping.

And our Monarchy?

It would vanish
from the map of Europe.

This Empire can only
be saved by war.

But after so many lost battles

the senile Emperor has to go first.

Are you crazy?

Trying to play switchman, are you?

I'm obliged to order you on strict duty

for the period of one week Lieutenant.

- Yes.
- It's Alfréd.

Are you busy?

What do you want?

- To talk. - I'm expecting someone
who wouldn't like to see you.

Duty inspection.

- Major, the password please.
- "Harvester." At ease.

- Who is the duty officer?
- Lt. Kubinyi, sir.

Where is he?

- Where?
- He fell asleep in the cafeteria.

Why didn't you wake him?

- I did.
- Why isn't he here then?

- He said, sir...
- What?

- What did he tell you?
- He told me to go to hell.

I'll take over.

A serious breach of duty.
At war, you would be court-martialled.

- Understood, Lieutenant?
- Yes, Colonel.

I'm now forced to transfer you.

Within 24 hours you'll report
to Helmut Haynert

at the War Ministry.

He already knows.

Your future
will be decided in Vienna.

Oh, you fools.

Dismissed.

I'm almost sorry for you.

I wonder if Redl's a Jew,

but instead of a caftan,
he wears uniform.

A great camouflage.

Redl will soon be
on the General Staff.

A Jew on the General Staff?

Our top moron already is
in the hands of the Rothschild family.

I didn't thank Redl for this trip.

Watch him, he might be
useful to us.

Go away.

Get lost!

Go!

Go away!

Go away!
What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?
What a nonsense...

Major, may I ask you,
are you also a Jew?

Through your mother?

Several people have say so.

I also heard, you don't like
to mention it.

Maybe you're right.

I won't tell anyone.
My heart's just overjoyed.

- May I sit down, Major?
- Please.

If you excuse me, Major,

my wife would like to invite you

to our Friday night supper.

Lt. Ehrlich feels quite
at home with us, too.

A large family and
beautiful children, Major.

- May I tell your fortune...?
- Don't! Don't touch me!

I have to warn you,

Lt. Ehrlich and all other gentlemen,
including our doctor,

that close contact with
the Jews is to be avoided.

Our supreme Commander,
His Majesty

allows Jewish soldiers,

to entry into the Officer
Corps of the Royal Army.

If most comfortable with
junk merchants in a caftan,

you shouldn't be in uniform.

There's something else.

Some of the Jews here...

No, let's say
most of the Jews here,

have trading connections
with Jews across the border.

Vodka, fabrics, God knows
what else is being smuggled.

We suspect that information
is traded as well,

gathered from some officer
during the family's gefilte fish dinner.

We must decide.

Either you're an officer
of the Imperial Army,

or a Slovak,

or a Ukrainian,

or a Jew.

"Dear Sonnenschein,
old doctor.

I haven't hear from you
for awhile..."

A woman wants to see you.

She said she's your sister.

- What does she look like?
- She's elderly.

- Tell her I'm busy.
- Yes, sir.

Hold on!

Send her in.

Alfréd?

Zsófi, what are you doing here?

We heard you were here.
Mother sends her love.

- From whom?
- A soldier, Silhanek's son.

Yes, mother sends her love.

Ilse and the children, too.

Magda, you know,
has moved with her husband.

Are there any problems?

No more than usual.

Something important to tell me?

No.

Please. You need money?

- No.
- Take it.

- I can give you every month.
I'll send it to you... - No.

Or I'll bring it myself.
I don't mind.

Here.

Please don't ever come here again.
You can't do that.

These are barracks!

This isn't like a post office.

- You shouldn't come here
using my name. - But...

- No.
- This...

Now I have to...

Take it.

Put it away.

It's...

- Kristóf is really hurt.
- I'm the one that's hurt.

He said and did things I couldn't accept
as an officer or his friend.

Alfréd, don't be ridiculous!

Stop lying to me.

To me?

Stop pretending
for your own sake.

The concept of the Monarchy is good.

I can't imagine

anything better in its place.

The Emperor's old
and makes mistakes.

Some reforms are due.

But I must show
that from where I stand,

the Monarchy isn't
crumbling, but strong.

If a few others felt like me,

things wouldn't depend on
the old man alone.

Then we could save this Monarchy.

Everything I can do, I shall do.

And what do you want to do?

And you wonder
why people hate you?

I know everything...

everything about them.

I can strike them down
whenever I like.

Gentlemen,

will you please
line up according to rank.

By rank, I don't necessarily
mean military rank.

I assume you know your
closeness to Vienna,

although that can change.

The lower ranks should
line up according to height.

Short people first.
There's no disgrace.

The Heir-Apparent
isn't tall, either.

Neither am I, so obviously
no disadvantage here.

When the Archduke enters,
we stand to attention.

Receive decorations, head high.

At his handshake, bow your head.

You won't lose it just yet.

Line up now according to
your rank and position

facing the door.

They're coming.

I'm glad I did transfer you here.
I really trust you.

The decisive factor was
you not belonging to any fraction.

We must do our duty, independently
and do the best of our ability.

Your task is to modernize
military intelligence.

You've done excellent work,
but largely as an amateur.

From now on, you're
the number one specialist.

If you have any problems,
come to me and I'll help.

And when you become War Minister,
I'll let raise my pension.

Just one more advice.

Choose subordinates who have
reason to look up to you.

Men who are grateful to you,

because you selected them.

If you are equal to the task,
you may even become a Baron.

In Hungary every other
Jewish factory owner is a Baron.

The most loyal subjects or His Majesty,

the "Juda-Pesters".

Yes.

The Ministry of War also recommends
a couple of people every year.

I have a very high opinion or you.

I welcome you as members
of this newly formed office.

Please get to know each other.

Don't be bothered that you
speak different tongues.

Your task will be in the provinces,

with people whose language
you know.

Our mutual task is

to preserve and protect
the strength of the Monarchy.

Whatever we say or don't say
in order to reach our goal

is not lie,
but our mission. Duty.

We must know everything
about everyone.

The smallest town
holds people we need.

It's up to us entirely
to find them.

Suitable types abound, nearly
everyone is susceptible.

Every detail of our work
is confidential.

Strictly confidential.

If you are successful,

you'll be praised by
nobody but me.

Mistakes, nobody will defend
you, the same goes for me.

But we belong to a group,

whose hand is on the pulse
of the Monarchy,

and can make decisions
in its interest.

This trust, after long
and careful consideration

was lent to you.
Lent, not given.

As hard as it was
to gain this trust,

as easy it is to lose it.

To lose everything.

That's power.

Note everything about
every officer.

Who was he with? Where?
What did they talk about?

How much they spend, what
they like, their passions.

Which officers are
regular customers.

Name, rank and garrison.

"Redl, Albert.

Career driven, concerned
only with his own welfare.

Likes to be considered an aristocrat.

Admires power and often stresses

his gratitude to the Habsburgs.

No contact with his family,

and sister, resident in Lemberg."

Poses.

Poses.

Insincere.

INSINCERE!

Oh! Lt-Col Redl!

Come, come with me!

Ambassador, may I present you

Lieutenant Colonel Redl
from the Ministry of War.

I’m delighted

to meet you!

The pleasure is mine.
It’s an honour.

That’s Lieutenant Colonel Redl.

He’s the person it will be good
to watch out for.

Don't you recognize me?

Saviola. Italian artillery.

- Fiume. Trattoria "la Mamma"!
- Yes.

Yes I remember.

- Are you stationed in Vienna?
- I am working for the military attache.

So, you are the new man.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Katrin! May I introduce you
the Lieutenant Colonel?

Thank you, but the Lt. Colonel
is a childhood memory for me.

Gentlemen, may I?
My husband, Alfréd Redl.

Alfréd and Kristóf
went to school together,

and when he was a little boy he used
to come and stay with us in Kubiny. Right?

Right.

- You are a man one has to be
afraid of, so I hear. - True.

It's not pleasant for me

to repeat this question, bit Marshall
Conrad von Hötzendorf asked me,

if you're homosexual.

And if I think it odd

that even the Archduke
has made inquiries.

What do you say?

They're plotting
against you already.

Unless it's a plot against me.

They don't dare touch me,
so they starting with you,

because they know
that I'm backing you.

That's the world around you.

Take stock of it.

I've got the impression
you make enemies easily.

Avoid that whenever possible.

For my sake, too.

You should marry.
That would calm people down.

I'll introduce you to a girl
from a good Viennese family.

Or we'll pack our bags
and go to America.

Should we?

We may face an offensive
in the Balkans.

The Emperor wants peace.

He knows what war would do
to the Monarchy.

Yet he makes bad mistakes.
He puts in key positions,

men who represent
everything he fears.

And this of course
disrupts the Army.

The Archduke works
openly against him,

and he pretends not to notice.

When the Emperor dies,

the Monarchy will fall to pieces.

Look at this here,
from an earlier empire.

What does remain?

Stop that!

That civilian suit
is the greatest lie in your life.

I know.

Are you coming?

Of course.

Alfréd.

Yes, I'm coming.

Welcome, Lt. Colonel.

May I check your uniform,
according to regulations?

Colonel, your sword, please.

- Colonel.
- Thank you.

Kindly wait a moment.

- Kubinyi.
- Hello, Redl.

I thought you were
in St. Petersburg.

I'm now on General Staff
for Hungarian affairs.

If you need anything from that
area, please come to me first.

I see.

And if I can do anything...

I don't snoop on fellow officers.

Take care.

Lt. Colonel,
His Imperial Highness is expecting you.

Imperial Majesty,

Colonel Alfréd Redl begs to report.

Colonel Redl. I'm glad
we can have a talk.

I've heard so much about you.

How do you like your position?

Thank you, Imperial Highness.
I have a lot to do.

And I like to work.

Do you enjoy the power

in your hands? Sometimes?

Just for a moment?

What I feel rather
is the weight of my task.

They say your loyalty is unshakeable
and based on gratitude.

You want to serve and
prove yourself, am I right?

I am deeply honoured,
if they say that about me.

You're a good
toll-collector, then.

You won't side with those
who've gained eminence

by their noble blood.

Are you Catholic?

Yes.

We understand each other.

I've read your reports.

You write very well.

Or rather, convincingly.

You like to work hard

like in Galicia, where
you proved your ability.

We'll see whether you are
just as talented here.

We have to focus on the
interests of our Monarchy.

World becomes...

dangerous.
Army morale is shaky.

The Imperial Army has begun
to resemble a casino,

playing pool, drinking
and chasing women, right?

Yes, unfortunately.

The spirit of liberalism
undermines everything.

Please, sit down.

In such a situation...

one has to make a clean
sweep to restore order.

Don't stand there, sit down.

The army must be as rock-hard
as ice on a frozen lake.

Your Highness,
fish swim under the ice.

We must take lasting examples

as your previous activity proved.

We must arrange some actions
that will shake the army,

to take clear to all
that the liberalism...

must end. Is that clear?

The Emperor must see that
an effective army needs a new spirit.

In my view, the people
of the Monarchy

must be shown a distinct
face of the enemy.

The picture of a common enemy,
who threatens them.

The feeling of fear, you see,

is the only thing
that makes an army tough.

Think it over, Colonel.

Check your files and submit
a suggestion to me, soon.

It should relate to the Balkan,

and the action of Russian forces.

Or possible French.

You have full authority.

How long have you known
Colonel von Komjáthy?

Since I was in the
32nd "Maria Theresia" Regiment.

Cognac? Grappa? Liquor?
What would you like?

Cognac, please, if I may.

Who are the confidants
of Colonel von Komjáthy?

Komjáthy?

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

I thought you were
a bright peasant boy.

Think it over.

Will one afternoon be sufficient

to give me an accurate list
of officers relations in your garrison?

The building material contract

for the Przemysl fortress
was signed by Ullman.

The engineer responsible
was Worowka.

To whom did you pass
on the material?

Whom did you hand
the material? Where?

And how?

There are five cases at our disposal,

unfortunately each case amounts
to high treason.

I suggest we remove a case

from the military court
and make it public.

With special reference
to the equality guilty environment.

We do it so spectacularly that it creates
tension throughout the army,

and among the civilian population.

I suggest a public trial
with many witnesses,

and press coverage.

The idea is excellent, Redl.

It all depends on
the person accused.

I suggest either the case
of Max von Dornheim,

or Colonel György von Komjáthy,
from Budapest.

Please.

Look, Lt. Colonel.

This trial must show
the army and the officers,

that the enemy's in our ranks,

and that we'll strike down anyone,
who neglects his duty.

At the same time, we must
show the whole world,

a united and strong
Austro-Hungarian army.

That's politics.

So, the accused cannot be Austrian,

certainly not Austrian aristocrat.

It'd weaken the trust
in the leadership.

He cannot be Hungarian since
we live in a dual Monarchy.

We don't want to irritate
the enemy within.

Also cannot be a Czech.
They keep demonstrating.

Too many
independence movements.

They would see as a provocation.

It certainly can't be a Jew.

The Dreyfus affair
enraged all of Europe.

We'd stir up an international storm
of indignation and upset the Emperor's...

important links
with the Rothschild bank,

which is of vital importance
to the Monarchy.

And finally...

no Serb or Croat.

That zone is too hot and
must be tackled otherwise.

You have
Hungarian blood in you?

Ukrainian.

That's what we need, a Ukrainian.

Look for a duplicate
of yourself, Redl.

I'd have to search Galicia.

Then look there.

Similar background,
career and connections.

That can't be a problem for you.

You have files on everyone
with your wide network of agents.

- What happened? - I'm included
in the Archdukes schemes.

The bullets are whistling
past my ears.

Colonel, we have
the answer for you.

Dismissed.

Salapska! Salapska!

Were you asleep?

I need a special train
from the Ministry,

and notify Commandant Lemberg,

to put Victor Ullman
under surveillance.

But not open action before
my arrival. Immediately.

Good evening.

- Are you Victor Ullman?
- Yes. How can I help you?

I must speak to you in private.

- Why?
- Please come.

- This way.
- Go ahead.

- Excuse me.
- This way.

- Salapska.
- András!

Give me the keys to the
safe and your desk.

- May I have an explanation?
- I am searching the premises!

I could fabricate evidence
and nobody would ever know.

But I don't want to.
The key.

- I won't tolerate this!
- Give me the key. Major,

take Mr. Ullman next door.
I'll interrogate him later.

By the way, where's
the engineer Worowka?

I don't know.
In Vienna, I presume.

András!

Take him away.

Przemysl.

Major, make a list of
all firms, all engineers,

and their army partners.

Possible private contacts
aside from business relations.

But first a telegram
to the Vienna police.

"Find and arrest
engineer Worowka."

- Put it back, please.
- Leave me alone.

I'll have to handcuff you,
if you don't.

Stop! Don't move!

Get a doctor, quick!

"Heir-Apparent."

"Kristóf Kubinyi, St. Petersburg."

Turn right, please.
Right, I said.

Announce me to the General.

The General is retired
since yesterday.

The chief of the General Staff
handles all open cases.

Understand.

I understand.

Please allow me,
Imperial Highness, to question

- Major Kristóf Kubinyi.
- What about?

I'm sure that engineer Worowka

and army supplier Victor Ullman

conspired to pass plans
of the Przemysl fortress to Petersburg.

Galicia again.

- Have you arrested them?
- No. Ullman committed suicide,

and Worowka
was murdered in Vienna.

Once you go into action,
death follows.

Przemysl. What do you want
to know from Kubinyi?

If Ullman had any military
diplomatic contacts.

Tell me, Redl,

are you a cruel man?

Imperial Highness,

- I am doing my duty.
- What faith?

- As I told you, I'm Catholic.
- Do you like children?

Yes, but my wife is ill.

Excuse the questions.

I just wonder why Roden
always backed you.

Because you graduated with honours
and you're a good mathematician?

I see no point in you interrogating
members of the General Staff,

or harassing our most reliable men.

But this concerns high treason.

I shall decide who is the traitor!

Przemysl is of minimal
military importance.

The guilty have sentenced
themselves. Case closed.

You haven't succeeded this time.

A dead duplicate is no duplicate.

Spin your web better
and do it faster,

or will von Kubinyi
replace a Ukrainian?

- He's not like you.
- Your Highness,

- you misunderstand me.
- I don't misunderstand you.

Open your eyes when you
look for the enemy, Redl.

You're not senile yet,

like this Roden with
his watery eyes.

Whom we finally managed

to put into well-earned retirement.

You admired him, or not?

Your Highness, he indeed
was a bit emotional.

Look, Redl.

The Emperor's Waltz
isn't danced anymore.

War is coming.
Can we avoid it? Maybe.

However, the Monarchy
needs a spectacular case.

A bit of a fright.

A few days of threat and
fear, then a quick victory.

War, then?

A retaliation for some
assassination.

Then a small, local war
for a couple of weeks,

to save what can be saved.

Mr. Redl. This profile

an extremely ruthless type.

But something about it
suggests sensuality.

- Slavic face.
- Yes, the cheekbones.

Looking at this photo,
clearly a brutal personality.

Lt. Colonel Redl.

First we'll promote him.

The whole thing
is monstrous treason.

The Archduke plans a military coup,

to seize power himself.

He doesn't believe
in the old Monarchy.

The only one who does
is the Emperor.

I hate politics!
I hate politicians!

My world, yes, my world.

Today I wish it would fall apart.

A quick hero's death. Done.

Then we're even,
the Monarchy and I.

I'm forty.

Do I admit that
I've been on the wrong side,

when all other possibilities
are just as miserable?

Nothing matters, Alfréd,
only life itself.

To breathe this wonderful
morning air.

"It's no sin to be involved.
It's a sin to remain involved."

Montaigne.

I learned it
in my French Class.

Why do you keep this?

- I wanna know what he thinks.
- About you?

I can't prevent what's brewing up.

What I wanted to defend
doesn't exist.

I dreamt my father sat on my
shoulders pressing me into the earth.

You no more about me
than anyone else.

If you ever misuse that,

I'll shoot you.

Colonel, it's a masked ball.

- Even for me?
- Yes, until midnight, for everyone.

Colonel Redl, whom we all tear.

And your wife?

- Unfortunately, in a sanatorium.
- May we ask why?

- A shadow on the lung.
- What a pity.

I wish her a speedy recovery.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

If there were an explosion
in this room now,

it'd be the solution for Europe.

And would we be
inside or outside?

Trieste will fall to the Italians,

so don't buy it.

Every battalion's safe
has an envelope

with the secret mobilization order.

Colonel Redl?

What do you say to that?

I heard that Austria-Germany,
not Hungary

will save the Habsburgs.

Katalin, dear, excuse me.

Would you introduce that
Esterházy to my daughter?

We'll meet later.

Yes, but the Germans are in Silesia.

The Ukrainians will join
the Russians.

They prefer the Tsar.

I couldn't think of any
other reaction from them.

- I didn't know you had known him.
- I met him that evening.

Charming man.

Long live to the Habsburgs,
even it if might not be long.

And to the army of course.

It is midnight.
All masks are falling!

Alfréd, may introduce
our new guest.

- Tenente Velocchio.
- Alfredo Velocchio.

Redl.

The most important thing
for me is that you love me.

Protect me and trust me.

All my life...

I've been weak, I need your help.

Tell me what to do.

Tell me how to be.
Cynical, maybe?

- I'll try.
- Why cynical?

You don't believe in the
whole thing, but you go on.

You said war is coming,
but you'll lose it anyway.

Am I supposed to seize power?

Enough officers share my views.

Should we support
the Emperor, who is old,

and may be dying?

It's the war we should stop.

Or...

a bullet from this pistol
might be the solution.

No, there is a better way.

- Who sent you?
- Excuse me?

Who sent you?

The Italians? Russians?
French? English?

Who?

I don't know who.

- I'm getting 12,000 crowns for it.
- For what?

I'm supposed to get
military secrets from you.

They're most interested in
the plans to attack Russia.

Over.

The code letter for war
with Russia is "R".

Yes. R.

On the northern front

there are 788 battalions.

377 cavalry squadrons.

379 batteries

with 2,222 guns.

69 technical companies.

6 companies of bicyclists,

1,234 machine guns.

Understood?

In the fortresses Lemberg,
Cracow, Przemysl...

22 battalions.

7 cavalry regiments.

80 artillery regiments.

1 battery with 6 guns.

Ready for action.

And now get lost.

From where did you know
Alfredo Velocchio?

I didn't.

I met him that night in October.

Who introduced him to you?

- I forgot.
- Think.

Who was it?

Who told you
to introduce him to me?

- Excuse me?
- Who commissioned you?

No one.

He asked me to introduce him.

- What did he say?
- Nothing.

- You're lying.
- I'm not.

You're lying!

I swear...

he mentioned Kristóf..

Why don't they arrest me?

What are they waiting for?

They need a Ukrainian.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

Blessed by the name...

Perhaps I should have
tried this earlier.

Salapska.
Colonel, we must speak to you.

Come in.

We have orders to disarm
and arrest you.

Which is Colonel Red's room?

First floor, number 7.
He has officers visiting already.

Major Salapska reporting.
This way.

Redl!

You'll be court-martialled
for passing military secrets.

The court-martial will decide
your fate in an open hearing.

- I've been provoked.
- No, we were!

Since you were in Fiume,
you've been a traitor.

The Archduke chose me
because our friendship,

and your relations with my sister
make you part of our family.

He asked me to deliver his
message to you personally.

Behave properly in court
and admit the charges,

then the sentence will be light.

Or you'll be sentenced
for treason and betrayal.

Betrayal.

Is a national virtue nowadays.

I'm sorry we're meeting
again like this.

If it's any consolation,
some people know and I've told them,

no officer has been
more reliable than you.

Alfréd, I really would like
to have your child.

Do what you're expected to,

and nothing will happen to you.

Haven't you noticed
that no one's on your side?

Nobody but me.

Children?

Now...

I don't like children anymore.

They telegraphed me
to come here from Fiume.

May I?

How do they know
we were friends?

They know everything.

- Did you betray secrets?
- Not the way you heard.

Then stand up in court
and defend yourself.

The court only accepts
evidence that can be proved.

The Emperor would never
allow an unjust verdict.

If the charge is false,
they can't take the uniform.

They'll take yours, too,
if it suits them.

They might need
a better scapegoat soon.

Then it'll be your turn.
The Jews.

The simplest solution.
Popular, too.

None of us will be wearing
this uniform much longer.

I converted to Christianity,
you know that.

And what shall I do?

My grandfather,

Doctor Ignác Sonnenschein
always said,

"Lord, you didn't make me
Moses or an Emperor.

So you can only hold me
accountable...

for being Doctor Ignác Sonnenschein

all my life".

Tell them what they want to hear.

It's just another year or two.

I dreamed about you.

I walked in darkness

and you showed me the way out.

We should live together.

We're talking about
the head of Intelligence.

He was the head, Captain.
Is that clear?

- He was.
- Yes, sir.

But Colonel Redl was my superior.

Didn't you ever notice
anything about his behaviour?

Yes, Colonel. His will to work.

He rarely slept or ate,
just kept working.

Gentlemen!

Remain seated.
How are the trial preparations?

He won't cooperate.
I'd have this traitor shot.

The paper could call it
an accident.

He was run over or fell out
of a hotel window.

Then a military funeral.

I'm not sure yet what's best
for the Monarchy.

No other aspect matters.

Well, gentlemen.

Solution 1: an open hearing.

But Redl won't cooperate.

- Correct?
- Yes, Your Highness.

Not to mention that Redl
has a lot of information,

which he might disclose at the trial,

with unpleasant results.

Solution 2: a closed hearing.

After the trial the verdict
we can make the affair public,

in order to create tension...
Please, sit down!

Within the Officer Corps and also
the whole civilian population.

Do you agree?

Whoever agrees
should raise his hand.

Lt. Colonel Kubinyi,

you don't agree?

Imperial Highness,
I beg to reply, no.

What do you suggest?

Redl should have the chance
to decide his own fate.

You were his school friend,
hence prejudiced.

Principally, you're right.
Gentlemen?

How can Redl decide
his own fate?

He won't even agree
to a public trial.

We're speaking of a traitor.

One can only deal with
a traitor when he's dead.

I won't inquire how this man
managed to get into the Ministry.

Who backed him,
or whom he deceived.

These questions will be
answered later.

For the people of the Monarchy

we're dealing with an officer
in the Imperial War Ministry.

So,

I suggest he should be allowed

to end it himself.

A third solution.

What is the public told
in this case?

He picked a certified letter,
two detectives saw him,

he was captured trying to escape,

and committed suicide.

Yes?

Your Highness, in this case
journalists will insist on details.

Maybe...

He might have torn the envelope
and mislaid the pieces,

or left it in a car.

Or his penknife he used
to open the envelope,

or the penknife case.

Very good. It should be
published like this.

I suggest it's not published like that.

It should leak out.

But not in Vienna.

In Lemberg,
Budapest, or Prague.

Let some bright reporter
uncover it.

We just plant the clues
that lead to Redl.

We should check a list of
all journalists in Prague.

Any counter-suggestions,
gentlemen?

I also think this is
the best solution.

Lt. Colonel Kubinyi,

your opposition
led to this solution.

You'll visit Redl,
as an old comrade,

and hand him
your service revolver.

That's all, gentlemen.

Your Highness,
I can't perform this task.

An officer cannot take
action against a superior.

By the grace of the Emperor
and by my own decision,

I promote Lt. Colonel Kubinyi

to Colonel of the
Austro-Hungarian Army.

My orders takes effect immediately.

That"s all.

Colonel,

you know how to use the weapon.

You will have a moment,
but please be brief.

Then there is no trial.

Is there anyone you wish
to say goodbye to?

Make sure you get
out of here, quickly.

A briefcase and matching
wallet, leather,

with the monogram A. R.
Eighty crowns.

One bid for eighty.

- Ninety.
- One hundred.

One hundred ten.

A hundred twenty.

One hundred and twenty.
Going once, twice, sold!

Next a child's poem, handwritten.

"Dedicated to our
Emperor and King.

Like the dew from Heaven sent
may on him be blessings spent.

May they give the strength he needs
for all of his majestic deeds.

In all lands may he glory earn

our welfare is his one concern.

Alfréd Redl, elementary
school pupil."