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Starring

COLONEL REDL

Written by
István Szabó and Péter Dobai

Music

Director of Photography

Directed by

This 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 a friend
of his majesty, the Emperor.

The Emperor once asked him:

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

"Dedicated to our King.

May the heavens lavish
Him with blessings.

May strength and wisdom
inspire His soul.

In all lands

and amongst his faithful
subjects may his glory shine.

He orders peace and
those who dare resist

will be destroyed by
his righteous wrath.

Brave like a lion
and merciful too

laurels will
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
in 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, my son.

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 returned as an officer.

What an honor it would be.

Your grandpa was
just a poor peasant.

And suddenly, you're
afforded this honor...

Never forget that the
Emperor made this possible.

Always be grateful.

Up, down, up, down...

Up, down, up, down...

Up, down, up, down...

Hands behind your head!
Squat!

Hopping to the left!

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

One, two, one,
two, to the left.

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Stand up!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Redl, Kubinyi! Attention!

You'll get a caning for
breaking your weapons.

Third grade! Stop the drill!

Line up in two ranks
for the punishment!

Redl, Kubinyi, shirts off!

See, Redl? It's snowing.

Thank you.

Kristóf Kubinyi reporting
to Grandmother!

All present, with a plus
one, a friend in attendance.

Harry!

Come here, Harry!

Come!

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

Tell me, son...

The Monarchy is so vast, I
have a hard time telling

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

I was born in Galicia.

- Are you Polish?
- No.

My father is Ruthenian,
partly of German descent.

My mother's grandfather...

was Hungarian, as
far as I know.

They were Hungarians.

It was a family of nobles.
They lost everything.

They lost all of
their wealth.

But later His
Majesty helped them

and gave them a position
in the Civil Service.

Fine...

Then you certainly have
Hungarian blood in you.

My mother would always
sing a Hungarian song:

"At the foot of the
mountains of Csitár."

At the foot of the
mountains of Csitár,

the snow had long
since fallen.

I've heard, my angel,

that the horse had fallen
while you were riding it.

With your broken hand

how will you now embrace me?

Thus, my sweet little angel,

I cannot be yours.

Come on up, Kristóf!
It's a good view.

I won't 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?

All rise!

- Are you the orderly on duty?
- Yes, Colonel.

Who was it? I want a
report with names.

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

But I do, Cadet Redl.

I know the name:

Kristóf Kubinyi.

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

- Who then?
- I don't know, sir.

I was singing.

Redl, is it the
usual gentlemen?

Von Freyberg, Galiena, von
Gencsy, von Kubinyi?

No, it wasn't
Kubinyi, Colonel.

Who then? Redl, I'm losing my patience.
You are on duty.

Then I am forced to expel

all four of these rogues,
starting with Baron Kubinyi.

Colonel, 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
the real soldiers.

I am just a
treacherous peasant.

Kris!

- Yes?
- Can I walk with you?

Are you mad?

I have a feeling you don't
like to spend time with me.

- What's wrong with you?
- Are you ashamed of our friendship?

- Are you insane?
- You're with other people all the time.

- For example?
- It doesn't matter.

Who did you mean?

Freyberg for instance. He's
got you all to himself.

Do you still consider
yourself my friend?

Or do you rather keep
to your own kind?

Are you calling
me to account?

- Clausewitz says...
- Soldierly friendship is forever.

- How did you know...?
- I know your favorite quotes.

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.

I'll make it short.

Cadet Redl...

Your father has died.
Here's the telegram.

Take it.

You'll get furlough,
of course.

Should you need anything...

money for the journey or
a wreath for the grave,

please tell me.

You can count on me, son.

Colonel, may I ask for
permission to stay here.

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

Now that your godfather,

Franz Joseph the First has
been crowned Emperor,

by the bond

of our Holy Church

you have become the sons

of our Father,
Franz Joseph.

This word

is yours to use from
this day forward

with humble pride
and justly so.

Because His Majesty

by the sacrament
of confirmation

accepted you as his sons.

This will make even
more unbreakable

the bond binding you,

the army and His
Majesty together.

May your filial gratitude,

your filial loyalty

preserve forever

this unbreakable
bond that unites you

with the Lord,

with your Motherland,
and your Emperor.

Detachment D hasn't regrouped
with the main troops.

We've been waiting for
the order for 2 minutes.

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

I want a report.

The medical staff is
still in the valley.

Lieutenant Beatz!
Deploy the reservists

against section QX
of the enemy lines.

Leave immediately!

QX, yes, sir!

Gentlemen?

Colonel, I report that

the target has been
reached and taken.

Good, Redl.

You have executed this
tactical exercise perfectly.

One remark, however. This is a command
post, not the Officers' Club...

where you smoke, disheveled,
with your hands in your pockets

and watch friends play pool.

Lieutenant Schorm!

Those soldiers down there may
not smoke while climbing rocks.

Smoking is forbidden on maneuvers.
Carry on!

Give the order to finish.

Yes, Captain!

Colonel, I respectfully
inform you that

I gave Lieutenant Schorm
permission to smoke.

That was a mistake,
Captain Redl.

Self-control always
and everywhere.

His Majesty shouldn't have compromised
with the Hungarians in 1867.

Why not take the
whole Puszta,

as the English did Ireland?

Without that compromise, Austria
wouldn't be an empire now.

Vienna's power comes from the
cowardice of our politicians.

Our lieutenant is lamenting the
fate of oppressed Hungarians again.

But he forgets... that Hungary, too,
oppresses its neighboring peoples.

Everything has its price...
This is it.

What about Arad? And Haynau?

- Generals executed like criminals!
- Come on, Kubinyi!

You know the Compromise was
His Majesty's greatest deed.

- Redl, you look so sad.
- Perhaps because of you.

Don't be sad because of me.
Let's drink!

- To Captain Redl!
- To his health!

- Do you like the Captain?
- Yes, he's very nice...

You hear it? She likes you!
Be happy!

You need any help?

This Redl...

He was born in
Lemberg, wasn't he?

Yes, and you in Pomerania...

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

Oh, you are a cosmopolitan?

No, Hungarian. An officer
and Redl's friend.

As His Majesty said...

"My beloved nation of
Hungarians, always generous!"

Are you trying to offend me?

No.

No, why should I?

Let's go!

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

That I do.

Jealous?

I don't know you yet...

But it can soon be arranged.

Have you already slept with me?
Or do you prefer to stare?

Have you ever done
it with a girl?

Or is your biggest thrill
to shout at your soldiers?

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

He not only knows
how to do it...

- ...he likes doing it.
- What?

Everything.

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

- You have it or you don't.
- He has a nice body, right?

A wonderful body!

What's so nice about it?

- His hairy behind?
- Yes.

He has a round little
rock-hard bottom...

And muscular thighs...

Just like a little boy.

You can hardly
hold on to it.

- Is there still a scar on his knee?
- Yes, there is a nice little scar.

How does he like it? Fast?

Slow?

Rough?

- Or gentle?
- Gentle?

No, he comes in,
grabs hold of me...

He grabs 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 your big brother
and learn from him.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Are you sick?

No. I'll deal with
it, don't worry.

At the grand parade,

I'll ride out in front
of the regiment

led by His Excellency,
Colonel von Roden,

and I shall report to him.

One:

my mother's parents
were Jewish.

Two: my father was a
Jew from Budapest.

Can you imagine the scene?

The expression on
von Roden's face?

At a parade,

with all sorts of
distinguished people present.

Consuls, attachés, and
the Goszleth girls.

Dominika and Danielle.

Alfréd, I'll tell them, I'll
be straight with them one day.

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

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

That's different.

We can talk about it,
not just in whispers.

My father was expelled
after the uprising in '48-49.

Mine spent most of his time playing
cards with the Rabbi of Lemberg.

They were good friends.

Redl! What if you
became a Jew too?

That would make everything
so much simpler.

All right, I'm a Jew
then, starting today.

It's all the same, right?

You know...

I think your holidays
are beautiful.

Yom Kippur, Passover!

Redl, I'm very fond of you.

You're so wildly ambitious.

Let's go and conquer
the Goszleth girls!

Would you please look
at these drawings?

Who do they show
in your opinion?

Or is it hard to identify?

You're famous for your
observation skills.

How about this one?
Lieutenant Beatz?

- No, Captain.
- Who then?

- Captain Tannhoffer.
- And this handsome face?

- Kubinyi.
- And him?

That's myself.

- Continue, Captain.
- Dr. Sonnenschein.

- Jaromil Schorm.
- Schorm? Jaromil?

Tell me, Captain...

Is this lieutenant
here not a lady?

- Excuse me?
- I mean homosexual...

Not that I know of.

A Czech?

A Jew?

Major, I suggest you
ask him yourself.

A straight question will
get a straight answer.

You're an idealist.

"Debt-ridden uniforms."

"Who will protect the army
in the event of war?"

This hatchet job appeared
in a Prague periodical,

under the pseudonym Senior.

Do you know who hides
behind this name?

Your direct inferior,
Lieutenant Jaromil Schorm.

He states that the army and the
officers of which he is one

are so corrupt, in so much
debt - cards, booze, whores -

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

Schorm!

Senior!

Senior?!

Tell me,

Captain, do you still
play the piano?

At the cadet school I took lessons
with Lieutenant Ruzek, yes.

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 an agitator.
He will be fired!

Disgusting scum!

Last time I met him in front
of the Officers' Club.

That shifty look
in his eyes!

And you stood up for him!

It's me he provokes in
front of my regiment,

and the General Staff finds out about
it first! They are opening an inquiry.

We absolutely
cannot afford...

to be exposed to attacks like this!
It's absurd!

I detest traitors, Captain.

To hell with them!

Kick him out!

Or let him go voluntarily.

Just get him out of here!

That's your job.

And one more thing, Redl.

Tell your friend Kubinyi

to stop his '48 tirades.

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

He always mentions Haynau
when he drinks himself silly.

Haynau's been
dead for years.

Haynau is not the Monarchy.
For God sakes!

We are the Monarchy!

And Baron Kubinyi!

What could be objected to the
articles if they were true?

Nothing! But they
are slander.

I'm ashamed that an officer who is a
graduate of the Monarchy's Academy

expresses himself
in this way.

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

laughs and swears with us,

and then it turns out

that he's not one of us.

He spies on us, instead of talking to
us, he interrogates us, takes notes

and betrays his brothers in
arms under a false name.

I believe Lieutenant Schorm
needs to draw his conclusions

and leave those he's
betrayed and traduced.

Taking notes, Schorm?

I can dictate it for you.

Gentlemen, on my own behalf and
on behalf of the officer corps,

I suggest that
Lieutenant Schorm,

at his own request,

should leave the
regiment and the army.

Schorm!

I...

Lieutenant Schorm, 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.

We should stay brief
and soldierly.

What's going on? Has the
silly Czech gone mad?

Schorm, you're mistaken if you
expect me, the regiment's doctor,

to issue a certificate saying
that you've gone insane,

even though I believe you have.
No!

Lieutenant!

Name your seconds!

I consider the desecration
of His Majesty's uniform

a personal insult.

I therefore challenge
you to a duel!

Should it be a gun duel?

Sorry, you're near-sighted.
You prefer to fence?

But don't confuse in
front of everyone

fencing with an appendectomy
in front of everyone here.

Don't take this personally,
but I know that

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

Summa cum laude, you jerk!

Gentlemen, if two of you would
volunteer to 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.
Alfréd!

I told you Sonnenschein,

there won't be a duel.

Even though I have
taken off my uniform,

I can't duel with
a Jewish doctor.

Nonsense.

Gusztáv, you're unfit for a duel.

What about me, Schorm?

You think I'm unfit too?

Baron Kubinyi?

Yes, you are.

But gentlemen,
this is really...

Done! Tomorrow at dawn. With a pistol,
since you're such a fine shooter!

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

You know... I hate
early rising.

I'd prefer noon
or afternoon...

But honor comes first.

Pistols at dawn, then!

Those articles, Schorm...

You were such an
excellent soldier.

The duel is nonsense.

You must desist.

I didn't force it.

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

I'll be dueling as one of His
Majesty's civilian subjects

with Baron 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 where it
belongs, I can assure you.

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!

Is it you, Schorm?

I thought it was you. Sorry.

- You're here early.
- Yes.

I couldn't sleep. Could you?

I never sleep well.

Kubinyi must have gotten
a good night's sleep.

Don't underestimate him.

- Want a cigarette?
- No, thanks.

He overestimates himself.

You are full of
force and energy.

And you?

I don't belong with you.

What do you mean?

I want to remain
Jaromil Schorm.

I don't understand.

I cannot bear leading
a double life.

Everyone playing their
part perfectly.

Sickening.

All of it...

I still don't
understand you.

Tell me, Schorm...

Are you really
an antisemite?

My grandmother is Jewish.
Is that sufficient for you?

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

I actually got a thrill
out of calling him a Jew.

You are being reckless.

It's not really my style.

You're toying with people.

Unlike you...

Me?

What do you mean?

You're demanding too
much of yourself.

I don't have a choice.

Yes, surely.

You might be right.

We've never really
talked much.

Why couldn't you sleep?

I don't know.

I think I had a dream.

- You don't believe in dreams?
- No.

However...

It is cold.

Yes.

- The weapons?
- All good.

- Redl was telling me his dream.
- There's no time for that.

- There is.
- Stop it.

- Gentlemen...
- Please!

I ask you once again

to discuss your disagreement

and use your weapons
symbolically.

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

I shall now leave
the gymnasium.

Redl, stay!

Gentlemen... I am ready.

We must get a doctor.

Yes?

Was Schorm your friend?

No, Colonel.

You know that if your part in
this incident is found out,

it will harm your career.

I'm aware of my role
in this, 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, 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
of modest origins

and without 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 probably of 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 camaraderie.

Redl, as Commander,

it's my duty to inform
the Ministry of War

about officers of
outstanding merit.

Your merits have surpassed your
present rank. And that's a fact.

Here's my report on you.

And here's your order
to report to Vienna.

Your promotion to Major and appointment
as second-in-command of a garrison

has been confirmed
by His Majesty.

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.

Well...

That's all.

This is for you.

A wallet and a briefcase.

I had them made in Vienna.

A. R.

I have grown very
fond of you, my son.

Dismissed!

Colonel.

Yes?

I'd like to take Lieutenant
Kubinyi with me.

He's a good soldier.

An odd team, you two.

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

Very well.

It can be arranged through his family
connections if they agree to the plan...

Katalin!

Did you see him?

The Emperor!

Standing there
admiring the view.

The castle is nearby. He
comes here quite frequently.

The Emperor!

Unbelievable!

What if we'd stopped
to greet him?

What would you say?

"Major Redl
awaiting orders!"

I would wish him good
health and a long life.

Driver!

Turn in to the Inn.

I'm tired, Major.

We'll take a room.

I can't believe I saw the Emperor today!
How lucky!

Alfréd.

Horses and saddles...

A fine soldierly smell.

Kristóf never smells
like a soldier.

Or can you smell it on him?

Me?

Here you are, madam.

Soldier,

uncork the champagne.

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

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

I'll tell him I spent the
night at my mother's.

You're my witness.

I am not one of
those prissy ladies

who know how to
entertain people.

I like riding,
eating, drinking.

Why don't you have
any children?

Why?

Because 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 my thigh
with all he had.

He held me so tight
in his arms,

the memory of it still
gives me shivers.

We made love in secret,
it lasted a year.

Sometimes it was so good that when I
was running back home across the park,

I could have
shouted with joy.

And do I remind you
of this stableboy?

Don't be afraid, Alfréd.

I am very fond of you.

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

Your eyes...

They are so willful
and hard...

full of adoration.

I like the way you
are getting bald.

Is your stableboy
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.

- You thought of him the whole time?
- No.

Whom do you love more?

Whom?

I'm very fond of you both.

- And now?
- I'm feeling very well.

But I don't know
for how long.

You know, Kristóf...

and I...

we're...

I think I'm afraid of him.

But now you've
overcome your fear?

No.

You're beautiful, Katalin.

I like touching you.

I have nobody I can
embrace, only you.

Don't forget, you're here
at the Russian border

in Galicia, not
by the Adriatic.

We have many Poles, Jews,

Gypsies, thieves and whores.

You must stay vigilant.

Many of them smuggle
vodka across the border.

We are right at the border,

not Bad Ischl or
Alt-Ausee, where you know

there's so little to do, the
officers go hunting for chamois.

You get my meaning?

Lieutenant Ehrlich
reporting.

Maneuvers proceeding
according to plan.

Reporting to Lieutenant Mészáros,
everything's going to plan.

Throw grenades!

Throw grenades!

Stop!

Lieutenant! These infantrymen have
not been given grenade training.

What should be done when a
grenade didn't explode?

Assemble the platoon!

Platoon, forward!

Throw away your cigarette.

Tell me the rules.

I'm sorry, I don't know them all
off the top of my head, Major.

Not all of them? What
about point one?

Point two? Three...

Point 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
recognize people.

- Do you serve vodka?
- No.

- That's contraband.
- Maybe a glass of aquavit?

We're serving His Majesty
and the Monarchy here.

On the Galician border,
not anywhere else.

We're not here to have a
good time or chase women,

to court, play
pool and cards,

and get drunk every
single evening.

On duty or on maneuvers, where
because of some of the officers,

I'm referring to
Lieutenant Schohinsky,

our men blow themselves up,

due to a lack of
grenade instruction.

Concerning
Lieutenant Mészáros,

if he falls off his
horse at 11 am,

it's because he has already
absorbed 8 vodkas,

contraband vodka, drunk
at the roadside inn,

where the officers
go to keep warm

while their soldiers
train outside.

The officers can only
stay in their saddles

until noon thanks to their
mount or to their orderly.

We are not here to exploit our
rank and His Majesty's uniform

to get loans from local
civilians and usurers.

Like Kferrer and Halmi.

They can blackmail
us if we owe them.

We're not here to seduce a
different girl every week,

raping her like
some no-name grunt.

Like a poor
servant-girl yesterday.

Who dares not say a word,

for everyone would believe
the almighty lieutenant.

But what exactly does it mean
to be an almighty lieutenant?

We are officers
of the Monarchy.

We must set a good example
so the people trust us,

and know the Emperor
will protect them.

My question is: does
the Monarchy need you?

Each one of you, personally?

Here in this garrison,
in this position?

Answer the question
yourselves.

I'm waiting.

If you think your vocation and
presence here has a meaning

then you should know
that with your rights

come certain obligations.

Only after owning these
can you claim privileges.

No one forces you to be an
officer of the Monarchy.

There are other occupations, at the
post office or the railways...

which also guarantee
an imperial pension.

Why do you make enemies?

The Emperor is senile,
if there is a war,

the Monarchy will
fall to pieces.

What you say is tantamount
to high treason.

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

- 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 do nothing but get drunk
and tell stupid military jokes.

No wonder everything
is falling to pieces.

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

and I am going to show them how
we can restore order fast.

They should be afraid of me!
That's good.

Let the gentlemen hate me.

At least I know that
I am doing my duty.

He is sixty and a
Colonel in Galicia.

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

I am going to clean
this stable.

There are some young ones
left who still have ideals.

Like Ehrlich.

Can't you see that
everybody has had enough?

They're waiting
for it to end.

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

Because they get completely
drunk every day.

Why should an officer
get drunk every day?

Has he no rank? No honor?

No prospects?

No means to make a living?

Why does an officer feel the
need to 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 did you not?

Kubinyi...

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

Major, 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, after the
maneuvers at the border.

He has deserted.

Really?

He switched over to
the Russian side.

At 6 o'clock, he appeared on
the other side of the barrier.

He approached the gate and
shouted to our soldiers:

"This is for
Ruzitska and Redl!"

And then he did
this with his hand.

I've had enough of
the Russian border.

I will be applying
for retirement.

I'd like to recommend you
as District Commandant.

You have a great
future ahead of you.

I have been a troop
commander my whole life.

That's fate.

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

Fucking Habsburgs!

I hate the Habsburgs,
do you hear?

I hate them!

And you, what do you think?

Maybe you like them.

But I am drunk right now,

so I'm being
honest with you.

It's a gift. I hate them!

It's impressive when Hungarians
are being this crude.

His Majesty's favorite people,
his privileged children!

Whom he embraced with the magnum
opus that is the Compromise.

The real favorites
were executed first.

Franz Ferdinand will follow
on his donkey called Hungary.

He really adores the Hungarians who
are already gathering around him.

Those who have anything to
do with him are traitors.

Would good old Hungary collapse if it
gave some rights to ethnic minorities?

If Galicia and Cracow
were given the chance,

they would join Greater Poland so
fast, Vienna would be left gasping.

What would remain of
the Monarchy then?

It would vanish from the map
of Europe in an instant.

This Empire can only
be saved by war.

For this, however, after so many lost
battles and victorious maneuvers,

the old guy should go down
to the Capuchin Crypt.

Are you crazy?

What do you want,
you switchman?

I'm obliged to place you on strict
duty for a period of one week

starting at midnight
tonight, Lieutenant.

- Who is it?
- It's Alfréd.

Are you busy?

What do you want?

- To talk.
- I don't have time.

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

Duty inspection.

- Password, please.
- Harvester. At ease.

Who is the duty officer?

Lieutenant Kubinyi, sir.

Where is he?

Where is he?

He fell asleep in
the cafeteria.

Why didn't you wake him?

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

- With respect, sir, he said...
- What?

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

I'll take over.

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

Understood, Lieutenant?

Yes, Colonel.

I'm now forced
to transfer you.

Within 24 hours,
you'll report

to Colonel Helmut Heynert to be
heard at the Ministry of War.

He already knows.

Your future will be
decided in Vienna.

Oh, you fools. Dismissed.

I almost feel sorry for you.

I wonder if our
friend Redl's a Jew,

but instead of a caftan, he
wears His Majesty's uniform.

He is very good at
hiding it then.

Redl will soon be on
the General Staff.

A Jew on the General Staff?

The old guy at the top is already in
the hands of the Rothschild family.

I didn't thank Redl for
this trip to Vienna.

Watch him, he may yet
be of use to us.

Back up!

Get lost!

Get out of here!

Go away!

Get lost!

What do you want from me?

To hell with you!

Is it true, Major,
that you are a Jew

on your mother's side?

Several people have said so.

I've also heard that 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.

My wife would like

to invite you to
our home, Major.

For the Friday night supper.

Lieutenant Ehrlich feels
quite at home with us, too.

I have a large family
and beautiful children.

Leave me alone! Go away!

For various reasons,
I have to warn you,

Lieutenant Ehrlich and
all other gentlemen,

including our doctor,

that close contact with the
Jews is to be avoided.

The Imperial Army, including
the General Staff

is accessible for Jewish
soldiers for the moment.

But everyone has to
choose his side.

If you're most comfortable amongst
rabbit hair merchants with a sidelock,

you shouldn't want
to wear a uniform.

There's something else.

Some of the Jews here,

or let's say most
of the Jews here,

have close connections
and trade

with coreligionists
across the border.

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

We suspect that information
is traded as well.

Including information
gathered from some officer

during the Friday night supper
over some stuffed fish.

Each of you must decide

whether you consider yourselves
an officer of the Imperial Army,

or a Slovak,

a Ruthenian

or a Jew.

"Dear Sonnenschein,
old doctor.

I haven't heard from
you for a while..."

Major, a woman
wants to see you.

She says she's your sister.

What does she look like?

She is... elderly.

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

Hold on!

Send her in.

Alfréd!

Zsófi, what are
you doing here?

We've heard you were here.
Mother sends her love.

Who told you?

A soldier told us about you.
Schilhanek's son.

Yes, Mother sends her love.

Ilse and the children, too.

Magda, you know, has moved
far away with her husband.

Are there any problems?

Something's wrong?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Something important
to tell me?

No.

Please. You need money?

- No.
- Yes, you do.

I can send you
some every month.

- No need.
- Here.

Or I'll bring it myself.

Here.

Please don't ever come here again.
How dare you?

This is a barracks
after all!

You can't just waltz in here
like it is a post office.

And you definitely shouldn't
use my name to do so.

- But...
- No.

I am busy, as you can see.

Take it...

Put it away...

Kristóf is really hurt.
You know?

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...

At least stop
deceiving yourself.

The concept of the
Monarchy is good.

I can't imagine

anything much better
in its stead.

Sure, the Emperor's old and
makes mistakes. I concede that.

Some reforms are due.
I am aware of that.

But I must show that
from where I stand,

the Monarchy isn't crumbling,
it is strong. And if others...

felt like me,

things wouldn't depend on
the Emperor's health alone.

We could still make
everything right.

Everything I can do,

I shall do.

And what do you want to do?

And you wonder why
people hate you?

I know everything
about them.

Every last thing.

And when the time comes,
I'll strike them down.

Gentlemen,

will you please line
up according to rank.

You can step forward if you
hold a strong position.

I assume you know your
relationship with 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, neither am
I, so obviously no disadvantage here.

When the Archduke enters,

we stand to attention, if the gentlemen
still remember how to do it.

When you receive your decoration,
you look him in the eyes.

When he shakes your
hand, bow your head.

You won't lose it just yet.

Line up now according to
your rank and position

at a right angle
to the door.

They're coming.

I'm glad I managed to
have you moved here, son.

I really trust you.

The decisive factor was you
not belonging to any faction.

Our duty is to preserve what
we have, regardless of others,

because the future is frail.

Your task is

to modernize military
intelligence.

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

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

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

And when you become
Minister of War,

I'll remind you of this to
have my pension raised.

Just one more
piece of advice.

Make sure you only
have subordinates

who admire you.

Do you understand?

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
of His Majesty,

the "Juda-Pesters".

Yes.

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

I have a very high
opinion of you.

I welcome you as members of
this newly formed office.

Please get to
know each other.

Don't be surprised that you speak
different tongues almost to a man.

Your task will be in the
provinces and with the people

whose language and
customs you know.

Our mutual task

is to preserve the safety and
strength of the Monarchy.

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

is not a lie, but our task.
Our mission.

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 everywhere.

We just have to arouse
their interest.

Every detail of our work,
it goes without saying,

is strictly confidential.

If you are successful,

you'll be praised
by nobody but me.

As for 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 which can make
useful decisions

in the interest of the
Monarchy if necessary.

This trust was lent to you

after long and careful
consideration.

As hard as it was
to gain this trust,

it is just as
easy to lose it.

To lose everything...

This is power.

Note everything about every officer.
Absolutely everything.

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, Alfréd.

"According to some:
career driven,

concerned only with
his own interests.

Would like to appear
as an aristocrat.

Admires power and
often stresses

his gratitude to
the Habsburgs.

No contact with his family,

nor with his sister
residing in Lemberg."

Look at these poses.

Poses...

Insincere.

Oh! Lieutenant Colonel Redl!

Come with me!

Ambassador, may I
present to you

Lieutenant Colonel Redl
from the Ministry of War.

Don't you recognize me?

My name is Saviola.

Italian artillery. Fiume,
Trattoria "la Mamma"!

Yes, I remember.

Are you stationed in Vienna?

I am working for the
military attaché.

And you are the new guy.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you. Excuse me...

Käthe! May I introduce you
to the Lieutenant Colonel?

Thank you, Marie, but
the Lieutenant Colonel

is a childhood
acquaintance of mine.

Gentlemen, may I? My
husband, Alfréd Redl.

Alfréd and Kristóf went
to school together,

and when he was a little boy, he
used to visit us in Kubiny. Right?

Right.

- I hear you're the one to be afraid of.
- True.

It's not pleasant for me

to ask you this question,

but Marshall Conrad von
Hötzendorf asked me

if you're homosexual.

He heard about it, he says, from
people from the upper crust,

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 are starting with you,

because they know
that I'm backing you.

That's the world around you.

You'd better get used
to it right now.

I don't know why, but
I've got the impression

you make enemies easily.

Avoid that whenever
possible...

For my sake, too.

You should marry, Alfréd.
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 should perhaps go on the
offensive in the Balkans.

The Emperor wants peace, not because
of his age, but because he knows

what war would do
to the Monarchy.

He makes mistakes by putting
officers in key positions

who represent a
trend he fears

and which disrupts the army.

The Archduke works openly against
him with the General Staff

and he pretends
not to notice.

When the Emperor dies,

Austria-Hungary
will fall apart.

Look at this here, from
an earlier empire.

What will remain of ours?

Stop that!

That civilian suit is the
greatest lie in your life.

I know.

Are you coming inside?

Of course.

Alfréd.

Yes?

I'm coming.

Welcome, Lieutenant Colonel.

May I check your
uniform, as is my duty?

Lieutenant Colonel,

your sword, please.

- Colonel.
- Thank you.

Kindly wait a moment.

- Kubinyi.
- Hello, Redl.

I thought you were in St.
Petersburg.

I was recently called back.

I'm on the General Staff, in
charge of Hungarian affairs.

If you need anything in that
field, please come to me first.

I see.

And if I can do anything...

I don't snoop on my
brothers in arms.

Goodbye.

Lt. Colonel, His Imperial
Highness is expecting you.

Your Imperial Highness,
Colonel Redl begs to report.

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

I've heard so
much about you.

How do you like
your position?

Thank you, Your
Imperial Highness.

I have a lot to do.

I like to work.

And what does the
power in your hands

feel like?

Do you enjoy it?

Sometimes...

What I feel is rather
the weight of my task,

Your Imperial Highness.

Of course... They say your
loyalty is unshakable

as it is based on gratitude.

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

I am deeply honored if
that is said about me.

You're a good
toll-collector, then.

You won't side with those

who've gained their position
by their noble blood.

Are you a Catholic?

Yes.

Good... We'll understand
each other well.

I've read some
of your reports.

You write very well, Redl.

Or rather, convincingly.

You like to work fast,
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.

Because the world
around us...

has become dangerous.
Army morale is low.

The Imperial Army has begun
to resemble a casino,

playing pool, drinking and
chasing women, right?

Yes, unfortunately,
Your Highness.

The spirit of liberalism undermines
everything. It's terrible!

Please, sit down.

You know...

In such a situation

one has to... one has to make a
clean sweep to restore order.

Don't stand there, sit down.

The army must be

as ice on a frozen lake.

Your Highness, fish
swim under the ice.

Listen, Lieutenant Colonel,
we must make lasting examples

as your previous
activity proved.

We must arrange some actions

that will shake the army,

to make clear to all that
liberalism must end...

once and for all.

Is that clear?

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

We have to draw the
image of the enemy.

Our peoples must see it.

We must show them in no uncertain
terms what the enemy is like.

We have to create the
picture of a common enemy

who threatens them
and who is visible.

They have to feel the
danger, do you understand?

Feeling threatened
hardens the army.

Think it over,
Lieutenant Colonel.

Check your files and
submit a suggestion to me.

Relate it to the
Balkans, if possible.

Imply Russian
machinations...

Or possibly French.

You have full
authority of course.

How long have you known
Lieutenant Colonel Komjáthy?

Since I was in the
32nd Regiment,

"Maria Theresa".

Cognac? Grappa? Liqueur?

- What would you like?
- Cognac, please, if I may.

Who are the confidants of
Lieutenant Colonel Komjáthy?

Komjáthy...

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

You are a bright
peasant boy.

Think it over.

Will one afternoon
be sufficient

to give me an accurate list
of officers' relations

in your garrison?

It's Ullmann who signed the
contract regarding the transport

of the building materials
for the Przemyśl fortress.

The engineer responsible
was Worowka.

To whom did you pass
on the material?

I asked, to whom did you
hand over the material?

Where?

And how?

Your Imperial Highness, there
are five cases at our disposal,

unfortunately each case
amounts to high treason.

Here are the files.

I suggest we depart
in one of these cases

from the court martial's usual way
of proceeding and make it public.

With special emphasis given to
the equally culpable entourage.

We do it so spectacularly
that it creates tension

throughout the army and among the
civilian population of the Monarchy.

I suggest a public trial

with many witnesses
and press coverage.

The idea is excellent,
Redl, but it all depends

on the person
accused, you know.

I suggest either the case
of Captain von Dornheim,

or the case of...

Lieutenant Colonel Komjáthy, from
the 32nd Regiment of Budapest.

Your Highness?

Look, Lieutenant Colonel.

This trial must show the
army and the officers

that the enemy's
in our ranks,

and that we strike
down ruthlessly anyone

who neglects his duty.

At the same time, we must show
our people and the whole world

a united and strong
imperial army.

That's a question
of politics.

So the accused
cannot be Austrian,

certainly not an
Austrian aristocrat.

It'd weaken trust
in the leadership.

He cannot be Hungarian

since we live in
a dual Monarchy.

We don't want to
irritate the Hungarians.

Also cannot be a Czech.

They keep demonstrating and
instigating scandals in Parliament.

They constantly claim
independence...

They would see this
as a provocation.

It certainly can't
be a Jew...

Think about the Dreyfus affair,
which whipped Europe into a frenzy.

We'd stir up an international
storm of indignation

and upset the
Emperor's links

with the Rothschild bank. No,
it's out of the question.

It is of vital importance
to the Monarchy.

And finally...

It can't be a
Serb or a Croat.

That zone is too hot and
must be tackled otherwise.

You too have...

- ...Hungarian blood in you, right?
- I am Ruthenian.

That's what we
need, a Ruthenian.

Look for a doppelgänger
of yourself, Redl.

I'd have to search
in Galicia.

Then look there!
Similar background,

career and connections.
He would be our man!

That can't be a
problem for you.

You did do a good job.

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

What has happened?

I may be involved in the
Archdukes' schemes.

The bullets are whistling
past my ears...

Lieutenant Colonel, we
have the answer for you.

Dismissed.

Salapska! Salapska!

Did you fall asleep or what?

Prepare the Ministry's
steam train

and cable the Lemberg
garrison's commander

so that he puts Ullmann
under surveillance.

But take no open action before my
arrival. That's all, hurry up!

Good evening.

- Are you Victor Ullmann?
- Yes. How may I help you?

Where can we talk
in private?

- Why?
- Please come with me.

- This way, please.
- 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.
Give me the keys.

- This is a grave insult!
- The keys!

Captain! Escort Mr. Ullmann
to the room next door.

Where's your friend,
engineer Worowka?

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

András!

Take him away.

Przemyśl.

Salapska!

Make a list of all
contractors, all engineers

and their army partners,

including private contacts.

But first

send a telegram to
the Vienna police

so that they file an arrest
warrant for Worowka.

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

I'll handcuff you if
you don't put it down.

Stop! Don't move!

Get a doctor, quick!

"Heir-Apparent.
Kristóf von Kubinyi.

St. Petersburg."

Turn right, please.
Right, I said!

Announce me to the General.
It's urgent.

The General is retired since yesterday.
He won't be in today.

The chief of the General Staff
handles all open cases.

I see.

Thank you.

Please allow me, Your Imperial
Highness, to question...

- ...Major Kristóf Kubinyi.
- What about?

I'm sure that an engineer
by the name of Worowka

and an army supplier from
Lemberg, Victor Ullmann,

together handed over the blueprints
of the Przemyśl fortress to the enemy.

Galicia again, where all that is nasty
happens. Are they in your custody?

No. Ullmann committed
suicide during the search

and Worowka was murdered
after coming to Vienna.

Once you go into action, death follows.
Przemyśl...

What do you want to
learn from Kubinyi?

If Victor Ullmann had any
military diplomatic contacts.

Tell me, Redl...

are you an evil man?

Your Highness, I...

- I am doing my duty.
- What faith?

As I told you, I'm Catholic.

Evasive answer.
Why no children?

We don't have any children
because my wife is gravely ill.

Forgive me for the invasiveness,
I just never understood

why von Roden always backed
you, even with the Emperor.

Because you graduated
with honors

and you're a good
mathematician?

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

or gratuitously harassing

our most reliable men, Redl.

But Your Highness, this is
about high treason, after all!

I shall decide who
the traitors are!

Przemyśl is of minor
military importance.

The guilty have sentenced themselves.
Case closed.

It would appear
that this time

you did not succeed, Redl.
Your doppelgänger is dead.

Spin your web better.

Be faster.

Or would you rather it be Baron
Kubinyi instead of a Ruthenian?

- Kubinyi is not your doppelgänger.
- Your Highness...

- You misunderstood me.
- I misunderstand no one!

Open your eyes when you look
for a picture of the enemy!

Don't make me think
you're as senile

as Roden with his
ever misty eyes.

Whom we have
finally managed,

after much struggle,

to retire.

You were a big fan of his.

Right?

He was indeed...

a bit emotional.

Look, Redl.

The time for
waltzing is over.

War is coming.

It's inevitable
for the Monarchy.

The Monarchy needs a
spectacular, easy case.

A bit of a fright
that has an impact.

A few days of
threat and fear,

then a quick victory.

War, then?

An assassination attempt somewhere,
to be followed by retaliation.

Then

a small, local war for
a couple of weeks,

to save...

that which can be saved.

Redl... This profile!

An extremely ruthless type.

But something about it
suggests sensuality.

A Slavic face.

Yes, the cheekbones.

Looking at this photo, clearly
a brutal personality.

Colonel Redl...

First we'll promote him.

The whole thing is
monstrous treason.

The Archduke is planning
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,
it's my world...

Yet now I'd like it to collapse
as quickly as possible.

A quick hero's death. Done.

Then we're even, the
Monarchy and I.

I'm forty years old.

How does a forty-year-old admit that
he's been on the wrong side all along,

when all other possibilities
are just as miserable?

Nothing matters,
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 here?

I want to know
what he thinks.

Of you?

I can't prevent
what's brewing.

What I swore to defend...

doesn't exist.

I dreamt that my father sat on my
shoulders pushing me down ever further.

You know more about
me than anyone else.

If you ever abuse this fact,

I'll shoot you.

Colonel, wearing a
mask is obligatory.

Even for me?

Yes, for everybody
until midnight.

Colonel Redl,
whom we all fear.

And your wife?

- At the sanitarium, sadly.
- How long has she been ill?

She's had frail lungs
since childhood.

What a pity! We wish
her a speedy recovery.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

If there were an explosion
in this room now,

that would solve all
of Europe's problems.

And us? Would we be
inside or outside?

Trieste will fall
to the Italians.

I'm certain of it.
Don't buy that villa.

Every battalion's safe
has a sealed envelope

with the secret
mobilization order.

Colonel!

What do you make of this?

I've just heard that it's not
aligning with the Hungarians,

but with the Germans that
will save the Habsburgs.

Katalin, dear...

Excuse me.

Would you introduce that charming
Esterházy boy to my daughter?

See you later.

There are Germans in Silesia.
Don't forget that.

I think the Ruthenians will join
the Russians in a heartbeat.

They prefer the Tsar
as their daddy.

It's only a
question of time.

I didn't know you knew him.

I met him at that ball.
Charming man.

Long live the Emperor, long
live Habsburgs, my friend!

And our united army!

It is midnight. Masks
may be removed.

Alfréd, may I introduce you to a
new guest: Lieutenant Velocchio.

Alfredo Velocchio.

Redl.

All I'm asking is
that you love me.

That you protect
and trust me.

I am...

I am very weak. I
need your support.

Tell me what to do.

How should I be?

Cynical?

- I'll try.
- Why cynical?

You said you didn't believe in
the whole thing, yet you go on.

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

Am I supposed
to seize power?

There are officers
who share my views.

Should we support the
Emperor, who is old,

and may be dying?

It's the war we
should prevent.

Or...

a bullet from this pistol

might be the solution.

No, there is a
much better way.

Who sent you?

Excuse me?

Who sent you?

The Italians? The Russians?

The French? The English?

Answer me!

I don't know who.

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

I'm supposed to learn
military secrets from you.

They're most interested in
plans relating to Russia.

It's over.

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

R.

On the Northern front

there are 788 battalions,

377 cavalry squadrons,

379 batteries

with 2,222 guns.

69 technical companies,

6 companies of cyclists,

1,234 machine guns.

Understood?

In the fortresses of Lemberg,
Cracow, Przemyśl... 22 batallions,

7 cavalry regiments,

80 artillery regiments,

with 6 guns per battery.

Ready for action.

And now get lost.

Where did you meet
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 had you do it?

No one.

- He asked me to introduce him.
- Did he say why?

- No.
- 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 found their
Ruthenian...

Our Father, who
art in Heaven...

Hallowed be thy name.

Perhaps I should have
started this earlier.

Salapska! Colonel, we
must speak to you.

Come in.

Colonel! We have
orders to disarm you.

Which is Colonel
Redl's room?

First floor, number 7.

He has officers
visiting already.

Captain Salapska reporting.
This way.

Redl!

You'll be court-martialed

for passing military
secrets to our enemies.

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

Do you understand?

I was provoked.

We are the ones being
provoked here.

Since you were assigned
to the Adriatic,

you have been performing your
vile treacherous activity.

The Archduke chose me because
of our childhood friendship

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

He asked me privately to deliver
his message to you personally.

Behave properly in court
and concede the charges,

then the sentence
will be light.

But if you contest,
you'll be sentenced

for high treason based
on the charges.

Betrayal...

is a national
virtue nowadays.

I'm sorry we're seeing each other
under these circumstances.

If it's any consolation,
some people know

and I've told them,

there has never been an officer more
reliable than you in this army.

I would like to have
a child with you.

Do everything what the
Heir-Apparent asks you to do,

and nothing will
happen to you.

You have no one left
on your side...

Nobody but me.

Children?

I...

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 really pass on 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 away.

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 about me?

And what shall I do?

My grandfather,

Doctor Ignác Sonnenschein
always said,

"Lord, you didn't
make me Rabbi Moses

or an Emperor.

So you can only hold
me accountable...

for having been Doctor
Ignác Sonnenschein

all my life."

Tell them what
they want to hear.

It will only be
a year or two.

I dreamt about you.

We were walking in darkness

and you showed
me the way out.

We should live together.

We're talking about the head
of military intelligence.

He was the head, Captain.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir. I understand.

But Colonel Redl
was my superior.

Didn't you ever notice
anything about his behavior?

Yes, Colonel.

His unrelenting work morale.

He rarely slept or ate,
just kept working.

Gentlemen!

Remain seated. How are
the trial preparations?

He won't cooperate,
Your Highness.

I'd have this traitor shot.

The papers could call
it an accident.

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

Followed by 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 you're saying Redl will not
cooperate with us on this.

- Correct?
- Yes, Your Highness.

Not to mention that Redl
has a lot of information

that he might disclose
at the trial,

which can have, in my opinion,
unpleasant consequences.

Solution 2: a
closed hearing.

After the trial we can
make the affair public,

with just enough details
to create tension...

- Please, sit down! -

...not only within
the Officer Corps,

but also in the
civilian populace.

Do you agree?

Whoever agrees with the second
solution should raise his hand.

Lieutenant Colonel Kubinyi,

you don't agree?

Your Highness,
respectfully, no.

What do you suggest?

Redl should have the chance
to decide his own fate.

You were his fellow cadet,
you are thus prejudiced.

In principle, you're right.
Gentlemen, what do you think?

How can Redl decide
his own fate?

He won't even agree
to a public trial.

Gentlemen, we're
speaking of a traitor.

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

Gentlemen, 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.

In any case,

for the people
of the Monarchy,

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

As a consequence,

I suggest that he be allowed

to end it himself.

A third solution.

What is the public
told in this case?

He picked up a letter
at the post office,

two detectives saw him, then he
was captured trying to escape,

and committed suicide.

Speak up.

I would like to
respectfully signal that

in this case, the press
will insist on details.

Maybe...

he might tear the envelope
and mislay the pieces,

or leave part
of it in a car,

or his penknife he used
to open the envelope,

or the penknife case.

Perfect. It should be
published like this.

I suggest it not
be published.

It should be leaked...

But not in Vienna.

In Lemberg, Budapest,
or maybe Prague.

Let some bright
reporter uncover it.

We just plant the clues.

We should check a list of
all journalists in Prague.

Any counter-suggestions,
gentlemen?

I also think this is
the best solution.

Lieutenant Colonel Kubinyi,

your opposition to the previous
proposal led to this solution.

You'll visit Redl,
as an old comrade,

and hand him your revolver.

That's all.

Your Highness, I can't
perform this task.

An officer cannot take action against a
superior. The rules forbid me to do so.

By the grace of the Emperor and
by the power vested in me,

I promote Lieutenant
Colonel Baron Kubinyi

to Colonel of the
Austro-Hungarian Army.

My orders take effect today.

Dismissed.

Colonel...

You have to do it. You know
how to use the weapon.

You were told we should give you
10 minutes before you do it.

This way, there is no trial.

Is there anyone you
wish to say goodbye to?

Move along! Get it on!

A briefcase and matching
wallet, leather,

with the monogram A. R.,

80 crowns.

80 going once.
80 going twice.

- 90!
- 100!

- 110!
- 110 going once.

- 120!
- 120 going once.

Going twice, sold.

Up next is a child's
poem, handwritten.

"Dedicated to our King.

May the heavens lavish
Him with blessings.

May strength and wisdom
inspire His soul.

In all lands

and amongst his faithful
subjects may his glory shine.

Alfréd Redl, elementary
school pupil."