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- What is this?
- That’s a Hitler diary.

A forgery?

No Hitler diaries
will be published in Stern.

I want the diaries
for the publishing house.

- 200,000 marks.
- The books.

In that case, I’m a millionaire today.

You are the jackpot of my life, Gerd.

Agnes, you’re not
going cleaning anymore.

Never again.

I’ll take care of the evaluation.

Evaluation. Shit.

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

- What do you want from me?
- Copies of the diaries.

The diaries are real!

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

“30th April, 1945.

“With this gun, I shot our Führer.

“The situation is hopeless.
Heil Hitler! Bormann.”

What?

Congratulations on
your 50th birthday, dear Gerd.

- Congratulations.
- To your health.

- That’s not...
- It is!

That’s the gun
Adolf shot himself in the head with.

I swear.

But that’s fantastic!

- Yes!
- Well, it’s not, but I mean...

And the guy with the pistol
is Heidemann?

I hope he won’t kidnap the cook,
or we won’t get tiramisu.

I’m afraid tiramisu is canceled today.

I’m still meeting Thomas.

I see.

Thomas?

Is it something serious?

Elisabeth, I...

I really enjoyed
spending time with you tonight.

Perhaps we can resume our old habit
and go dine out together more often?

Hm?

Yes, Dad.

Fine, but next time
I’ll pick the restaurant.

We’ll stay in the ’hood.

Where people
don’t smell revolvers.

People still shoot with them there.

Take care.

You too.

Have fun.

Good evening, Mr. Heidemann.

He really used that thing to...

It’s...

Dear Agnes, dear Konny...

Thank you.

- No, it’s...
- No, Konny did it alone.

- I mean, he came up with it.
- Yes.

Right. Isabell,
how long have you known Gerd now?

Well, we’ve only been together
a few weeks now,

but I’ve known Gerd for a long time.

He had to go and enjoy himself
somewhere else first.

Have fun? I was not so much having fun
as warming up.

Warming up, sure.

Then it all went
very quickly.

Sometimes I think I can still smell
Edda Göring’s heavy perfume

on the Carin II.

Edda initially introduced
Isabell to me.

One of her better deeds.

Ah! Well then, cheers to you,
you lovebirds.

To Isa.

It’s a shame I had to wait 50 years
to meet the love of my life.

Congratulations
on your cover story.

Thank you.

- What are you doing here?
- You still owe me.

We’re even.

I need your help.

- The diaries are--
- Get lost!

What’s going on here?

I confused her with someone else. Sorry.

Was he chatting you up?

No, on the contrary.

He’s someone from work,
but I don’t feel like it.

I want to know
what happened.

He’s blackmailing me
with my father’s past.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Come back here, asshole!

Don’t talk to her again.

If I ever catch you near her again...

I’ll beat you up.

I didn’t think you’d need a guardian.

Didn’t you hear me?
I said you won’t talk to her again.

See you around.

What?

Thank you, Konny.

I really love this car.

The things it can do!

Look!

- Did you see that?
- No.

I adjusted the side mirror
from inside the car.

Incredible. Listen, Agnes,
I need to go--

Can you clear out
the new winter tires?

- I’ll do that--
- Right now?

Thank you so much for the nice car.

Ah! Hello.

Good day. Here, for you.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Have a nice day.

Welcome to the Carin II...

the former yacht
of Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring.

I’m glad you could make time.

It’s only my 50th birthday.

Right.

What are you doing?

Bravo!

Thank you.

Thank you, Isabell.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the future Mrs. Heidemann.

Dear Isa,

you are the jackpot of my life.

With you by my side, I feel like...

I can do anything.

Will you be my wife?

Of course I will.

Of course I want to be your wife,
Gerd Heidemann.

Heidemann!

Are we paying for all this?

Well,

I was concerned with keeping
the yacht in its original condition.

This is what it looked like back then.

If we’re paying for this,
you’ll stop buying junk.

Junk?

With all due respect, Mr. Dreier,
Gerd is celebrating his 50th birthday

and he just proposed to--

Clark canceled the meeting.

- Shit. Now what?
- Follow me.

Isa!

I need to go.

What’s wrong?
Changed your mind already?

- There’s a problem?
- Yes, apparently.

One of those American media moguls
needs to buy our story--

Heidemann, where’s your car?

Good luck!

How many newspapers
does Clark represent?

Weekly and a few other magazines
belong to him.

Mr. Dreier, with all due respect.

My boat is full of guests.

You only turn 50 once in your life.

Is it really this important
for Weekly to buy our story?

Do you even realize how much money
we’ve already thrown at this story?

We can only afford that
if we sell the story worldwide.

And we’ll only be able
to sell it globally if Weekly bites.

- Got that?
- Yes.

- Did he get it too?
- Yes.

I think so, yes.

Why did Clark cancel the meeting?

He’s not interested in the story.

- Now what?
- Now, you’ll bring him around.

Isn’t that your specialty, Heidemann?

You could talk the Pope
into having a baby.

- Where are we driving to?
- To the country club.

I got a tip-off.

Clark is stumbling to hole five
as we speak.

So you’d better hurry.

- Oh, do you have the...?
- Of course.

What’s that?

The sales dossier.

An appetizer.
It contains all the important stuff.

Excerpts from the diary,
some facts, photos...

Bloom’s dossier
and Heidemann’s charm.

Do or die, gentlemen.

If you don’t convince Clark,
it all ends here.

Get going!

Oh.

PROPERTY PURCHASE AGREEMENT

Hello?

Yes, it’s Kujau.

About the purchase contract
of the apartment.

What had I asked you?

No, I... I said not to mail it to me.

I said I’d come pick it up myself.

Fine, then just send me a new one.

Well, because it was an error.

Agnes, I...

I’m sorry.

They made a mistake.

So you buy her an apartment
while I get a small car?

No!
No, I’m not buying Gabi an apartment.

No, you misunderstood.

She’s the tenant.

The notary entered it incorrectly.

So now they’re sending me
a new contract.

You’re a lying bastard, Konrad Kujau.

Get the hell out.

Agnes...

But I love you.

What the hell is this?

I’ve had enough! I just explained it!

The apartment is a great investment.

Considering the current situation,
I can’t use my real name.

The tax office works together
with the land registry office.

- Hand in hand.
- Get out.

Get out right now.

Fine.

- Should I buy you--?
- You should get out!

Don’t even think about coming back.

Mr. Clark!

All right. Enough.

We can continue in German.

- You speak German?
- Yes.

I attended four semesters
at Heidelberg University.

Heidelberg?

I had a girlfriend
in Heidelberg.

Perhaps we even met before.

Five minutes. Shoot.

Mr. Clark,
these diaries are sensational.

For the first time, we get to know
Hitler’s private, true self.

That’s exactly the problem!

The only thing the world
wants to read from Hitler

is a confession to the Holocaust.

Gerd! Gerd!

This is Adolf Hitler’s suicide gun.

With this pistol, the Führer
shot himself on April 30, 1945.

The last day in the Führerbunker.

Hitler hands out potassium cyanide
to his closest employees,

while the Führer shoots himself...

with this very gun.

A gift to you.

You’re gifting me Hitler’s suicide gun?

So, Mr. Clark, how does it feel

to hold this gun in your hand?

That’s exactly what
the Hitler diaries are about.

The fascination with evil.

Dancing with the devil.

Elisabeth.

Hey, it’s me.

What’s up?

How’s your fist, Old Shatterhand?

I’m sorry. About yesterday.

I know you meant well.

I thought I’d make up for it
with a trip to the sea tomorrow.

And I’d like to
party with you today.

If you have time, of course.

Give me two minutes.

I’ll spiff myself up for you.

Okay. I’ll go spiff myself up too.

We’ll meet at ten in Tiefenrausch.

Great.

“Health-wise, I’m doing great,

“except that I’m suffering
from terrible insomnia.

“But I suffer even more
from the injections I use to fight it.”

Adolf Hitler
suffered from insomnia.

Here’s a small decision-making aid.

It contains a few excerpts
from the diaries,

a source or two, and some photos.

We only sell all the books, or none.

And what do the books cost?

Four million.

That much?

Four million, a handshake,
and the story is yours.

I’m only really interested in one thing.

What Hitler wrote
about Operation Overlord.

- The invasion of Normandy?
- Yes.

D-Day.

That’s what we Americans
are interested in.

Bring me the book
in which Hitler writes about that.

I hear you, but you can only buy
all the books as a bundle,

and the books cost
four million.

I’m giving you 48 hours.

Bring me the book...

and we have a deal.

- Every second counts, then.
- Yes.

Yes. Goodbye.

Listen, Konny,
we’re in a sticky situation.

I need the diary on
the time period June to August 1944,

containing everything Hitler wrote
about D-Day.

Can you get me that?

And I need the diary
here in Hamburg in two days max.

Konny, everything depends on this.

Call me when you hear this.

Hey, did you leave the dossier there?

We would’ve left it anyway.

Yes, but only after making a deal.

But we basically did.

You’re sure it’ll work out
with the Normandy book?

It will.

It’ll work.

I need your help.

I’ll scream.

Please.

- I won’t let you blackmail me again.
- That’s not why I’m here.

I want to convince you.

I want to show you something.

Give me five minutes, okay?

Please.

...the saw grooves are not sawed
through completely just yet.

A few centimeters
are left in the middle,

providing stability.

Tell me,

do you really not know what box
those damn pillows are in?

By the way, feel free to fill up
the fridge in your new place.

Konny, if I wanted these kinds
of conversations, I’d be married.

“Isn’t there any food, sweetie?”

“Where are the pillows,
sweetie?”

“I ran out of clean underwear,
sweetie.”

What has this got to do
with being married?

How can you be too stupid
to pack a box?

Now I remember.

I used the pillow to shield the stereo.

Ah! And in which box?

The box will stay closed.

I want to know which box it’s in!

I said the box will stay closed!

This is the last time.

Stop it,
or I’m kicking you out.

Oh, you’re kicking me out?

You’re kicking me out?

You want to kick me out?

You do remember
who pays the rent around here?

Go put your rent
where the sun don’t shine.

And your new apartment too,
and this apartment as well.

I’m leaving tomorrow.

I don’t give a damn.

I’ll stay here as long as I want to.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Shit.

Listen, Konny
we’re in a sticky situation.

I need the diary
on the time period June to August 1944,

containing everything Hitler wrote about D-Day.
Can you get me that?

And I need the diary
here in Hamburg in two days max.

Konny, everything depends on this.
Call me when you get this.

JUNE 6TH, 1944

You could’ve told me
we’d go to the moon and back.

We’re almost there.

What happened to these children?

This was a satellite camp
of Neuengamme concentration camp.

Josef Mengele experimented
on children here.

The Nazis tried to develop
a vaccine against tuberculosis.

The vaccine didn’t work.

Most children died,

and those who survived

were killed before the Brits
marched into Hamburg.

Why are you
showing me this?

One of those children
would have been 50 now.

I would have called her
Aunt Esther.

It’s pure chance that I exist.

My mother and my aunt
were both in Auschwitz.

They were presented to Mengele,

and he sent my aunt to Neuengamme,
while my mother survived Auschwitz.

My grandparents are dead,
and all my father’s siblings are too.

Do you see why I don’t want
those diaries to be published?

When your neighbor
murders your entire family,

you don’t want to read
articles in the papers

about how nice he was to cats
or that he had a stamp collection.

No, you want to read
that he was a monster.

Hitler was a monster.

He wasn’t some nice grandpa.

Claiming that
is like spitting in the victims’ faces.

The books are forgeries.

IN MEMORY OF MY LITTLE SISTER
ESTHER GOLD

One whiskey sour.

I’d like something with a kick,

but nothing too sweet.

Then have me.

Nice one, Ringo.

Just make two whiskey sours.

We need to find the forger.

We?

Mm-hm. I’m going to the Allgäu tomorrow.

I’m meeting a nice...

old Nazi.

The trace starts with him.

I need you to
open doors for me.

The guy was in the SS with your father.

He’ll like you.

I can’t tomorrow.

I’m going to the North Sea
with my friend.

That friend?

Oh, shit!

I need to go.

I’ll get back to you, okay?

Where were you?

Hey!

We were going to party tonight,
but I guess you couldn’t.

It’s more complicated
than that.

Let’s dance and
have fun. Tomorrow...

What’s so complicated?
I don’t think it’s complicated.

Where were you?

I was out with that guy.

He waited on me and we talked.

Your blackmailer?

He’s not a blackmailer.

He’s not blackmailing you, but you were
still with him instead of me?

It’s more complicated.

No, it’s really not.

Agnes, telephone.

Yes, hello.

Konny, finally.

Did you listen to your voice mail?

Yes, I did.

Why didn’t you call me?

It’s urgent.

Ah.

Did you call? Do they have the book?

Um... call?

- Call who?
- Them.

Whoever has the books.

Oh, them! Yes, of course.

Of course I called them.

Listen, I couldn’t
get a hold of them, Gerd.

Do you know why?

Because of Poland.

What about Poland?

Um, listen... martial law.

They were all arrested.

Konny, I’m not joking around here.

If you don’t get the book,
then I can’t buy any more of them.

Listen, I’m trying.

So there’s
still a chance?

Listen, Gerd, there’s always a chance.

And the whole thing
is obviously very interesting.

I mean, what he may have written.

Of course,
he will have been shocked

to learn about the landing
of 70,000 Americans in France.

Perhaps he wrote
something like,

“Now we’re in a pickle!”

Right.

- Or perhaps he was actually proud.
- Milk?

Mm-hm.

- “The more danger, the more honor.”
- Mm-hm.

It wasn’t really a world war
until the Americans joined.

Of course.

Anyway, Konny,

pray to God
that he wrote something about it.

And find the book,

or it all ends here.

Gerd, don’t worry! I’ll call.

Shit.

It’s not going well, is it?

No! Are you surprised?

This is artistic work,
so everything has to...

be just right.

Yes, I’m an artist.

A sensitive artist.

I can’t handle
all this bickering.

So you didn’t gift her the apartment?

No.

- And she pays rent?
- Yes.

Indirectly.

What does that mean?

Well, I’m paying the rent
for her apartment right now.

But in the..

In the new apartment,
I’m not paying rent,

because I’m basically the landlord.

What?

Oh, Konrad Kujau, you rascal.

Listen. I did some thinking.

I’d like to...

put some money aside for later.

So I’d like to invest in stocks.

My cousin has a brother-in-law, Wolfi,

and he knows about
that sort of thing,

so I’m meeting up with him.

I see. Yes.

Fine.

Well, then do that.

Agnes, you’ll be a stock shark.

A female stock shark.

- Great.
- Yes.

Now that that’s cleared up,

you can get started.

What’s the matter,
Konny?

Well..

I’m arguing with her too.

Number.

What number?

Her number.

Well?

Elisabeth!

How nice to see you!

You’re the spitting image
of your father.

And who is this young man?

This is my boyfriend.

He’s a member of
the national resistance, too.

Horst.

Congratulations.

Handsome, hm?

Right.

I was very happy that you called me.

At my age,
you’re grateful for any surprise.

Come on in.

We have plum cake

and real bean coffee.

Listen up, Gabi.

Konny needs us both right now.

And if we’re honest,
we both need him too.

And we need him in peak shape.

I see.

I’ll tell him.

Goodbye.

She said I’m a strong woman.

You are.

And that you’re a dimwit.

She also wants you to know
that she found the pillow.

You have an impressive collection,
Mr. Strunz.

Is that the first design
of the runic insignia?

Yes. Drawn by our Führer himself.

We’re here because of
a very special find, Mr. Strunz.

We were told that diaries
of the Führer have turned up.

Why do two young people
like yourselves care?

I’m happy, of course,
but you’re young and in love.

I can think
of better things to do

than to wallow in war memories
with an old rascal like me.

Remembering.

That’s exactly what it’s about.

Remembering our heroes.

Men like my father.

Men like you.

Of course,

we do that other stuff too.

Either way, as far as
the Führer’s diaries are concerned,

you heard right.

- So it’s true?
- Yes.

- And?
- It’s sensational.

The intimate thoughts of the Führer.

And further evidence
of what we’ve known all those years.

The Führer knew nothing.

Have a seat.

- You’ve read parts of it?
- Indeed!

I even had one of them
in my safe for a while.

Unfortunately, I had to
return it to the dealer.

Could you introduce us
to the dealer?

I don’t want anything
to do with him anymore.

But you’ll contact him one more time
for me, won’t you?

Who could resist?

Yes. Hello?

It’s Strunz.

Ah, Mr. Strunz.

What a coincidence for you
to call right now.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Did you happen to be there on D-Day?

- No, I was not.
- Hm. Pity.

If you say so.

The Americans sent our boys
through hell and back.

Oh, of course,
if you put it like that.

What can I do for you?

I have two customers here
who are very willing to pay

for memorabilia
from the good old days.

Mm-hm.

You could finish your work day
with a good deal, Doctor.

Ah, today?

That’s, um... Yes.

Okay, Mr. Strunz, I just want to say...

I can be there in an hour.

In an hour?

Perfect.

Great. See you. Goodbye.

What will we do
in the meantime?

How about I show you
Goebbels’s cross-country skis?

So? Is it coming along?

Mm-hm.

Done.

What? You’re done? That quickly?

Mm-hm.

One Normandy special. Here you go.

It’s a bit thin, no?

Well, half the world attacked that year.

The Führer didn’t have time
for his diary.

He was stressed out.

Who attacked?

Half the world, or me and Gabi?

Heidemann?

Gerd, it’s Konny.

Mm!

Ah, Konny. One moment.

Yes, I’m listening.

Gerd, listen, I’ve got the book.

What do you mean?

It’s already at yours?

Yes, I’m holding it as we speak.

Oh! How did you pull that off?

I drove there myself.

It was quite the adventure.

I had to throw the money
into a passing Trabi at full speed,

and they then threw
the book over into my car.

Great, Konny.

Did you bring
any other books?

You can send those along--

Listen, Gerd, the doorbell’s ringing.

That must be
the courier.

I’ll quickly wrap it up and send it,
so you’ll have it tomorrow morning.

- Great.
- Bye, Gerd. Bye!

Bye, Konny.

Take care.

There. Now we just have to order a courier.

And I...

I still need to go somewhere.

What?

Good morning, Mrs. Kraner.

Clark’s in the bag.

Oh, really?

He set terms, and we can match them.

From here on out
it’s back to you, Mr. Dreier.

I knew I could depend on you,
Mr. Heidemann.

Good job, Bloom.

Mrs. Kraner,

please set up a meeting
with Harold Clark tomorrow morning.

Of course, Mr. Dreier.

And ask Mr. Michaelis to come see us.

Gabi?

I’m really sorry about yesterday.

I have an appointment in an hour
and we can meet in the Sissi Bar after.

Sweetie!

Say something! Is everything okay?

Gabi?

Gabi!

We must bid our little love nest
a fitting farewell.

Yes.

It’s just that I wanted to...

Never mind.

You just can’t trust that guy.

You can tell he never served.

Dependable men are rare these days.

Real men, like your father.

He was game for anything.

Even as a greenhorn,
he was a tough cookie.

Those frog-eaters
could tell you all about it.

They still talk about it in Ascq.

What happened in Ascq?

The executions?

- He never told you about that?
- No.

What executions?

He can tell you himself.
I wasn’t there myself.

It’s late.

Warn me in advance next time,

and I’ll try
Dr. Fischer again.

Thank you.

Richard, just come to my office
if you want to see me, okay?

The Weekly is buying
the rights to the diaries.

Ah.

Is that so?

That would mean that the Brits
will definitely want to follow.

And the French.

Then Australia, Asia, the whole world.

Come on, Rudi.

I know you had your reservations,

but now let’s consider
the interests of the magazine.

Yes?

What a fucking mess.

Clark already flew out yesterday.

What the hell went wrong?

He fucked us over.

He fucked you over?

How did he fuck you over?

Well...

we left the dossier...

with Clark.

We thought it was a done deal.

It would have been.

Does that mean
Weekly could publish the story?

Our three hobby editors-in-chief
gave away their story.

Shut up, Rudi.

- When does the next Weekly appear?
- Monday.

Okay, we’ll have to publish it
on Monday, too.

Yes, we’ll bring it out on Monday.

You can forget about that.

The editorial board
will never agree to it.