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I think I’ll write a diary.

- The diary of Adolf Hitler?
- Shit.

That’s sensational!

I want those diaries
for the publishing house.

Get me the books
and I will make you rich.

I wish for us both
to go party together tonight.

Party and forget.

I was never in the Waffen-SS.

You lied to me.

But one thing is definitely
not going to happen, Konny.

That’s me cleaning
while you’re out screwing.

Elisabeth, if this comes out,
I’m finished.

Don’t condemn me.

Help me.

I will prove
that Hitler’s diaries exist.

Agnes, stop.

You’re done cleaning.

For good.

Konny.

Gerd.

We’re alone.

As agreed.

200,000 marks.

All 100 mark bills.

The books.

- Just three?
- Yes.

I thought you’d give me
all the books.

No, no.
That wasn’t the agreement, Gerd.

Our agreement was that you’d get
the book you already read part of

and two others.

The others are still on the way.

- That so?
- Yes.

I need them
as soon as possible.

Sure. Of course.

What’s in it?

I can’t read that old handwriting.

- Is that an “A”?
- Of course.

“A”, as in “Adolf Hitler”.

Funny, it looks
like an “F”.

No, that’s not an “F”.

That’s an “A”, a late Gothic “A”.

- Late Gothic?
- Mm-hm.

- I see.
- Mm-hm.

Hey, Gerd, let’s go.

Let’s drink to this.
It’s on me.

- I’m in a hurry.
- Just a small one.

I need to be on
the next plane to Hamburg.

- We’ll drink after the evaluation.
- Sure. Evaluation?

- An evaluation?
- Of course.

That’s thorough. I like that.

You’ll know that
the books are real. Mm-hm.

Which they are!

Obviously.

Bye, Konny.

- Konny?
- Hm.

So? How did it go?

What’s the matter,
Konny?

Is there something wrong
with the money?

They’re doing an evaluation.

Is the evaluation a problem?

I worked meticulously.

You know, Konny,
I didn’t want to tell you,

because I don’t know
the first thing about it,

but when you showed me the books..

Well..

the initials...

- You know, on the front?
- Mm-hm.

The “A”,
to me it looked like an “F”.

Shit.

Is that an “A”?

- Of course.
- It looks like an “F”.

It’s a late Gothic “A”.

I see.

Well, we’re having it evaluated.

Yes, it’s already been commissioned.

There.

Isn’t this an “A”?

Hm?

Isn’t this an “A”?

That is an “A”, but it’s a small “a”.

I need a capital “A”.

This is a capital “A”.

Not an “F”.

Huh?

It’s an “F”.

“It’s unacceptable for a few hotheads

“to cause untold millions
in damages to our economy.

“Have these people gone mad?

“How will it
make us look internationally?

“I will immediately give
the necessary instructions.”

So Hitler didn’t know
about Kristallnacht?

That really is unbelievable.

It’s like holding history
in your hands.

An almost sensual experience.

- Richard?
- Yes?

When did you start
ordering me into your office?

Hm?

- Don’t tell me those are...
- Hitler’s diaries.

I thought I had made myself very clear.

Rudi, it’s only
the scoop of the century.

We’re covering it.

A-ha.

So that’s how things work now?

They don’t have to.

You can also get involved.

I’m staying
the hell out of this.

And just to be clear,

this conversation never took place.

That really sucked.

Nonsense. We’re all set.

Poor Rudi.

What a dilemma.

He doesn’t want to
do the story,

but he also doesn’t
want to be responsible

when Stern misses out on it.

That means he’s letting us go ahead?

If it goes wrong,
he didn’t know a thing.

Mm-hm. The classic approach.

Cheers.

What about the right of publicity?

Are there still living relatives?

There’s a cousin,
Lucille Rebecca Hitler.

She lives in Boston.

- We’ve been unable to reach her.
- Meaning?

She can only be reached
through her lawyer,

who blocked all our attempts
at contacting her.

Our local correspondent
visited them several times, but...

not a chance.

Do we even need
the rights of publicity?

Did you really just ask that?

Did he really just ask that?

- It...
- We want to sell this globally.

Of course we need
the rights of publicity.

What if we
can’t obtain them?

He’s really starting
to worry me.

I’ll take care of it.

I sure do hope so.

If we can’t clear the rights,
then your story is dead.

What’s wrong?

What is that?

Wow.

Are those diamonds
on the clock-face?

“Thank you, dear. Dad.”

I feel awful.

You helped your father
and he’s thanking you.

That’s one way of looking at it.

I shredded SS records

and he’s paying me
with a fancy watch.

Shredding SS records,
expensive watch?

Doesn’t set off
any alarm bells?

Is this a quiz show?

An expensive watch
for shredding SS records.

Is that, A: Appropriate,

B: Inappropriate,

or C: Who cares?

So, what’s the
correct answer?

The correct answer is,
C: Who cares?

No.

C is not
the correct answer.

The contestant will have to be careful

not to get eliminated.

You know what?

Maybe the contestant
is tired of the quiz.

Goodbye, Mrs. Kroner.

Goodbye, Mr. Heidemann.

Okay, what’s the matter?

Of course I realize
we need an evaluation.

But it just drives me...

Felix, I need this story.

It’s the biggest scoop
of my life.

Yes, I know, Gerd.

You know what?
We’ll remember this precise moment.

And once the books are published
and we’re swimming in money and awards,

we’ll think back to this moment
and laugh our heads off

because you shat yourself
over the evaluation.

Just for the record,
never shat my pants.

I’ll take care of
the handwriting assessment...

while you...

you fly to Boston
to meet Hitler’s cousin.

If she won’t talk to us,
she won’t talk to us.

Well, why don’t you bring Edda along?

Then Göring
can talk to Hitler.

We’re not talking at the moment.

Ah, come on now.

I mean, you brokered a truce
in the Jordanian Civil War.

Surely you can reconcile with Göring
if you need to?

Hm?

Elisabeth Stöckel?

Help me out here.

I can’t place you at all.

Doesn’t matter.

Photos of me at the shredder.
So what?

What do you
want from me?

I need someone with access
to the editorial office to help me.

Help you with what?

I’m assuming that Stern
bought the diaries of Adolf Hitler.

I need to know if they’re here
or when they’ll arrive.

I haven’t heard about Hitler’s diaries.

I actually believe you.

Keep your eyes open
and your ears tuned for me.

You’re asking me to spy for you?
Are you with another magazine?

If you hear anything,
ask for me in this café.

Elisabeth!

You destroyed records that prove
your father was in the Waffen-SS.

If that came out
it wouldn’t be nice for you,

let alone for your father.

Have a nice day.

Theo!

You’ve been hanging out with
some guy at the entrance lately.

A redhead.

Who is it?

Come on! It’s important.

You like redheads?

He’s not with Stern,

so screwing him
won’t boost your career.

Does it turn you on?

Talking about screwing all the time?

Hey!

Stop being
so uptight, missy.

You two, in my office.

Right, where are you
with the Tappert story?

- We have--
- We have info about his SS unit,

photos of his comrades
and name lists.

I detect a “but”.

But we don’t have a photo
of Tappert in an SS uniform,

nor anybody who is prepared to
confirm his membership under oath.

Then we have nothing.

Nothing but trouble with his lawyers.

Well, I trust your cooperation
won’t have been a problem?

Listen, I told you
I can’t work with her.

Yes. Thank you, Theo.

Elisabeth, you’re staying.

If you want to make it here,
you’ll have to fight guys like Theo.

Listen.

Get me the proof
that Tappert was in the SS

and you’ll get to write the story.

Okay?

Off you go.

- That was fun, wasn’t it?
- Yes.

It’s nice to see your city
from a different perspective.

I would like to see
a foreign city with you.

I booked us a trip.

To America.

Just you and me.

New York?

Boston.

Gerd, that’s...

that’s just...

Just say yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes!

Come.

We’ll drive straight to yours
to pack a few things.

Our flight leaves this evening.

Last time I was in America
was 20 years ago.

As a child?

Stop it, Gerd!

When I was a child, we had a little
squabble with the Americans,

called the Second World War.

So far, I’ve only known
two types of men.

Good men
who were repulsed by my name,

and bad men
who were attracted to my name.

You are my jackpot, Gerd.

That Heidemann is a real klutz.

I mean, how come he didn’t notice?

He did notice.

Jeez, Konny.

What’ll you do now?

You know what?
It’s over.

I’d better stop before they catch us.

I’ll call Heidemann right now
and tell him we bought a forgery.

Right.

We’ll have to hurry up a bit.

Aren’t you picking up?

The next few days are ours.

Strolling, eating, museums...

I hope the hotel bed is sturdy.

Excellent.

What if the hunter had killed Snow White
instead of the boar?

Murder, following paragraph 211.

Obviously, yes. But were any further
statutory offenses committed?

“The queen spoke
to the huntsman.

“ ‘Take the child
into the woods and kill it.

“ ‘As proof, bring her lungs
and her liver back to me.’ ”

Incitement to murder,
paragraph 211 of the penal code,

in conjunction with paragraph 26
of the penal code.

Excellent! Very good.

For next week, please write down
all the statutory offenses

that Rübezahl committed.

In case you
don’t know Rübezahl,

there’s a phone
in the hall.

Call your parents and tell them
they never taught you a thing. Thank you.

Hello, Dad.

Hello.

What’s wrong?

There’s a problem.

And those Hitler diaries
have arrived at Stern?

Mm-hm.

Then what are you
waiting for?

I don’t like being blackmailed.

Call them, tell them they’ve arrived

and that they should
leave you alone.

Thanks for the advice.

Elisabeth, I’m really sorry you...

I’m sorry
I’m not with you right now.

Elisabeth!

I don’t want it to come out.

It can’t come out.

Because...

My students,
everything I stand for...

Of course.

I just wanted to inform you.

Elisabeth.

First I need to find out
who that guy is.

I hope they’ll take it back.

Mm-hm?

It’s me, Felix.

Hey, Felix, do you have any idea
what time it is in Boston?

Yes, but listen.

There’s a problem
with the handwriting evaluation.

Is it finished already?

No, the evaluator called.

There are irregularities
in the handwriting.

- Irregularities?
- Mm-hm.

Especially with
the letters “F”, “L”, and “W”.

So it’s a forgery?

What? No, no, no!

It’s possible that someone
wrote like that.

That they sometimes
used the wrong letter.

Right, and that’s
especially likely with Hitler.

Exactly.

Listen...

What we need now
are comparable writings.

So, something else Hitler wrote,

so we can see
if he wrote like that.

That can’t be hard.

Oh, but it is.

It needs to be something
from after 1932

and the Federal Archives
has next to nothing.

Okay, Felix, I’ll handle it.

Great. Do that.

Yes, I’d like to speak
to Mr. Heidemann.

No, I... Yes, I already called
his car telephone twice.

In Boston?

Ah, fine.

When he gets in touch,

please tell him
to call me back immediately.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Konny.

That was fast.

- What was fast?
- Well, that you...

- Listen, there’s--
- There’s a problem.

Yes, exactly.

That’s why I wanted
to talk to you right away.

Gerd, here’s the thing.

I bought those books myself.

And now it appears..

Konny, I’m sorry,
but this call costs a fortune.

There’s a problem
with the handwriting evaluation.

A-ha?

Because of the cover?

What do you mean?
We’re not evaluating that.

We just gave them
single pages.

Single pages?

Yes, nobody can know
that we have Hitler’s diaries.

- Nobody.
- Right.

Anyway, there are irregularities

with the “F” and the “L”
or something.

So now we need a comparable writing

that we can send
the evaluator in Vienna.

Something from after 1932.

But there’s hardly anything
in the Federal Archives.

Do you have anything for us?

Oh, listen, Gerd...

Well, um...

might have something myself.

Yes, but that would be the same source.

For our comparison, we need
something from another source.

Ah, no! No, this isn’t
from the Strohmaier plane.

This would be... This is...

I bought this
from a different dealer,

meaning that it’s
from a different source, right?

- Of course.
- Great. Listen. Gerd.

I have two letters.

From 1939.

Excellent, Konny.

Here’s what we’ll do.

Can you send them to Stern
by courier? They’ll handle it.

Sure! Or if you prefer, I can also--

Thank you, Konny.
Goodbye.

So?

I’m going to forge
a few letters by Hitler

which I’ll send to Stern.

Stern will send them
to the evaluator,

and the evaluator...

...will compare Kujau to Kujau!

Those knuckleheads.

You’re a genius!

- Theo!
- Yes?

I bought a book yesterday.

A-ha.

Torturing For Beginners.

Fine. Okay.

You got me.

The extremely cute redhead...

This again?

He’s Leo Gold.

He brought us all those the SS lists.

He’s a colleague of ours?

No, he works
for some Jewish organization.

No idea what they’re called.
They’re Nazi hunters.

- Nazi hunters?
- Yes.

Then why give those SS lists to us?

That’s peanuts to them.

They hand those to us
for a few thousand marks.

They go after Holocaust criminals.

They leave the war criminals
to us Germans.

Good morning.

Morning.

What can I get you?

I’m looking for a Leo.

Leo Gold.

Yes.

That’s her, Samuel.

The one with the murderer father?

Shall we sit down?

Why are you interested in those diaries?

We just want to know
what they say.

Don’t you hunt down
Holocaust criminals?

I see you asked around.

I’d like to propose a deal.

You’ll leave my father alone

and give me proof
that Horst Tappert was in the SS.

I’ll keep my eyes peeled
and inform you once the diaries arrive.

But the diaries already arrived.

How do you know?

I didn’t.

But now I do.

Okay, listen.

We’ll give you proof on Tappert...

if you get us copies of the diaries.

We’ll leave your dad alone.

- Copies?
- Mm-hm.

- Konny?
- Yes?

Hello. Be careful, please.

A New Year’s greeting to Mussolini?

Yes.

And there’s one for Franco
in the oven.

Look.

I’ll send these off by courier

and then we’re back in business.

Edda, your new coat...

looks really good on you.

Let’s go back to the hotel
and I’ll show you my new underwear.

You know what?

I think I’ll have
another hot dog.

Gerd, you’ll ruin your appetite.

- Really?
- Mm-hm. Definitely.

Really?

Edda, wait here a second.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Hitler?

Mr. Göring?

I thought I was meeting Mrs. Göring?

Edda!

This is Mrs. Göring.

Hi.

Mrs. Hitler, Mrs. Göring.

Mrs. Göring, Mrs. Hitler.

Hitler isn’t actually
my name anymore.

It’s Brown.

And you are?

Heidemann.
Gerd Heidemann from Stern Magazine.

- Stern?
- Mm-hm.

Listen, I did not agree
to meet journalists.

- I thought this--
- I think I have something...

that might interest you.

With my signature,

I relinquish my claim
to the hypothetical rights

to my cousin’s diaries?

We’re offering you
20,000 marks in return.

Then the name
does me some good after all.

Nobody ever asked me
if I wanted to be Hitler’s cousin.

Would you have said no if they had?

Sorry, Mrs. Hitler,
you don’t have to answer that.

Mrs. Göring,

or should I say Miss Göring?

Huh?

Never married?

I found a nice man...

can forget and let go, Miss Göring.

We have three children,

and a small house with a broken roof.

You’re in luck, Mr. Heidemann.

I need the money.

Thank you, Mrs. Hitler.

You just have one little problem,
Mr. Heidemann.

My cousin never wrote diaries.

You know what?

I’d like to paint us having sex.

I mean, while we’re doing it.

I just need a second brush.

You talk such unbelievable trash, Konny.

But I’m glad you’re in such a good mood.

Of course.

Once we pass the evaluation,
I can do whatever I like.

I won’t have to be so careful anymore.

My work will be
much easier.

And I’ll have more time for you.

Are you threatening me?

Hm?

You cheeky thing.

You cheeky thing.

Am I threatening?

Mm-hm.

- Mm-hm.
- No.

No, don’t!

What are you doing here?

Getting my hands dirty. You?

Is that something on Tappert?

From the military archive?

Nonsense.

If I had evidence, I’d show you.

We’re a team.

I demand to know what that is.

Application documents
for the young talent award.

You’re applying for
the young talent award? You?

With what?

Your sensational article
on Walkman batteries?

Or your street survey
on the morning-after pill?

Girl, it’s a journalist’s
young talent award.

Being young is not enough.
You have to be a journalist too.

Gerd, get a grip.

I don’t understand.

I saw the diaries with my own eyes.

I held them in my hands.

So those diaries do exist,

and I know they’re authentic.

I know they’re authentic, because...

because what I read in them

was just...

unbelievable.

What you read was unbelievable?

You lack any professional distance.

You think you need this story.

But what you need,
even this story can’t give you.

Even if it were true.

You know what, Edda?

Hm?

- Konny?
- This is the voice mail of...

- Everyone says Hitler never wrote.
- ...of Schonert Building Cleaning.

- Please leave a message after...
- Can you imagine?

Thank you and goodbye.

Can you imagine
if the diaries were forged?

Konny?

Konny.

- Good morning!
- Hello, sweetheart.

Whoa, you stink.

Ah, come on.

I was headed
for the bath tub anyway.

Yes. Good idea.

...the diaries were forged.

Konny?

Konny.

I don’t get it.

Something must have gone...

very wrong.

Agnes...

let’s pack up.

Good morning.

Hey.

What is this place anyway?

Our HQ.

Schmu’els’ shop.

I just hang out here.

- Coffee?
- I want the proof.

Do you think that’s enough
to take Tappert down?

I never could stand him.

Good work.

Have a good day.

Do we have what we need?

I can’t tell yet,
but it looks like it.

- Want to take a look?
- Yes.

Yes?

I’m writing the Tappert story.

Good.

Very, very good, Elisabeth.

Get going, then.

Bloom.

Ah, the evaluation.

Well?

Yes?

Hey, Gerd, the evaluation is done.

And?

The evaluator compared
the pages from the diary

to Hitler’s letter to Franco.

Yes?

It’s incredible.

It contains exactly
the same irregularities.

The evaluator said it was almost
consistently inconsistent.

What does that mean, Felix?

What do you think it means?

It means the books are real.

- What?
- They’re real!

They’re real?

- The diaries are real!
- Yes!

Gerd?

Get up, pack up, and leave.

Have you lost it completely?

You weakened me.

You’re not on my side.

And if you’re not for me,
you’re against me.

You’re going to Hamburg alone.
We’re through.

- Hey!
- Hey!

I have a reason to party.

I don’t need a reason to party.

That’s great!

Then I always have someone to party with
when I have a reason to.

I packed everything we need.

How about you?

You wouldn’t believe
how much work that was.

But I think I removed
all the evidence.

And I made us new passports.

Mrs. Meyerhofer.

- Great.
- Good.

The police?

They’re real.

What?

The evaluation proves it.

The diaries are real!

So much drama over nothing.

Didn’t I tell you, Gerd?
Of course they’re real.

Of course they’re real.

Oi!

Evi! Another bottle
of champagne, please.

Listen, my brother...

he lives in the GDR.

And he knows someone
who transports pianos.

He’s the guy we’re bribing.

Get it?

So that he, the guy
who packs up the pianos,

so that he smuggles the diaries...

in the piano moving van.

Why so few?

Come on, Gerd!

You can’t use one van

to transport two pianos...

and a thousand diaries.

Then it wouldn’t be
a piano transport,

it would be a diary transport.

Seriously though, Konny.

The next time we meet at the airport...

will I get all the books?

Gerd, just let me do my thing.

We don’t want to
blow our cover.

No.

We don’t want to blow our cover.