01x07 - Episode 7

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Previously on Babylon Berlin.

You owe me a report
for the first of May.

I'm working on it.

They only ever made one copy
of each of König's films.

You know I guaranteed that we would solve
this problem before the elections.

Bruno?

I need your help.

I have to find Krajewski.

He's the key.

If you need anything... Look, this is
what I have for you when you sing.

I need something stronger.

I thought it was just the thing
for you shaking chickens.

Also, Kardakov was still
there last night.

- Where, in Berlin?
- In Sorokina's flat.

They k*lled them all
because of you.

They are all dead!

At Wormsstrasse. There's
some kind of basement.

It's the headquarter
of the Red Fortress.

Let the train pass.

According to our...

It runs by order
of the Reichswehr.

Someone needs to sign
off the freight papers.

That is Major General Seegers.

One of the wagons contains
a different freight.

We can't examine them here.

There must be somewhere
where they can be opened.

You have the necessary staff?

Were you at the front line?

I've seen this a thousand times.
Looks much like a gas att*ck.

Gas!

Did the paper get wet?
Please iron it.

CHEMICAL ACCIDENT AT
ANHALTER FREIGHT YEARD

- Greta, the coffee, please.
- Right away, Mrs. Benda.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

No. Here.

Greta, and the eggs...

go there.

And five minutes, please.

Mr. Councillor? Madam?

Yes?

I wanted to say thank
you for employing me.

Yes, no problem.

And the children?

I'll go right away.

We shouldn't be waiting for
them, but the other way around.

Greta? The door, please.

Good morning.

Schwarz is my name, from pathology. I
urgently need to talk to the councillor.

- Do come in.
- Thank you.

Today I speak about the
phenomenon of w*r neuroses.

In common parlance also known as
'shell shock' or 'bombshell disease.'

External characteristics are an
extensive loss of physical control,

muscle spasms in
all extremities.

Uncontrollable convulsions
in the head and face area.

The symptoms of those
former front line soldiers,

who have the gruesome fate of their
generation written into their bodies,

are witness of the most disturbing
experiences in the field.

The body punishes the soul

for all the impositions
of the w*r by rebelling.

Experts also insinuate that the
majority of those cases are simulators

or cowards who use some sort
of medical fringe phenomenon

to evade their
responsibility to society,

though we must object
to that vehemently.

My studies from the
past seven years show

that those affected actually
suffer with a mental disorder.

Let me give you a
concrete example.

Private Krajewski, 32
years of age on arrival.

PRIVATE KRAJEWSKI. AGE 32 YEARS
BURIED UNDER GRENADE SHOWER

At my institute, we use a new
three-step procedure I have developed.

The first step is sedation of the patient
with barbituric acid derivative,

and put into a hypnotic state
by means of suggestion.

Hypnosis!

In hypnosis, we take
the patient back...

to the source of his trauma.

To the horrors of w*r.

The images of his
memory go as deep

as what we call
the subconscious.

We? Who is 'we'?

Is there an
above-conscious, too?

In the second step of the treatment
we conduct projective tests

according to the method of
Professor Rohrschach...

- Rohrschach? Poppycock.
- Yes.

With their help we localize
the disorder exactly

and very slowly approach the
patient's consciousness.

Only now, the third and decisive
phase of our treatment begins.

The patient's trauma
is directly addressed.

When he is fully conscious.

A conversational therapy can make
the treatment a lasting success.

That's humbug!

- What do you mean, success?
- Where will this lead to?

Electricity, mister. Muscle spindles.
Heard of that?

INSTITUTE FOR
SUGGESTIVE THERAPY 1929

Dr. Schmidt, the way I see it,
the problem is long solved

since those affected have either d*ed or
the symptoms disappeared over the years.

- That's true!
- Stop this!

Yes, but the closed institutions are
bursting with those ill-fated comrades.

I'm talking of a
thousand, 10,000 men.

But it's good if
they're all gone!

Gentlemen!

The brain is an organ,
not a poetry book.

Many of them are w*r heroes.

Heroes?

- What heroes are you talking about?
- Systematically removed from our midst,

from our everyday life, because
they remind us of a disaster

which is being glorified by
certain circles in our country!

They are washouts! They sully
the reputation of our army!

- Cowards and shirkers!
- Enough of this!

Dr. Schmidt, you're a
disgrace for our profession.

- Pseudo science!
- You are untenable!

Strange methods!

What a quack!

SEVERIN PHARMACY

the construction sites,
millions of visitors,

the Jews, the hacks.
And the prices!

And all the broads are ugly.

The bad food.

The worst food ever.

The worst beer, and the poverty.
And rashes

and scabies and... Am I
right or am I right?

I actually quite like it here.

You're crazy my child

You must go to Berlin
Where the crazies are

That's where you belong.

Thank you.

HOMEOPATHY ALLOPATHY

Reverend, how can I help you?

Dr. Schmidt sends me.

From now on, this is the medicine
for the patient who just left.

Barbituric acid derivative.

For the first step
of the procedure.

Ready, set, go.

So Kardakov just pretended to
be a musician? No, I don't

think so, but right now he's
mainly doing revolution.

Lights off, Kn*fe out.

Right. Here.

Thank you.

Because of the black lungs you
think he's a railway worker?

That's right.

- Well deduced, Toni.
- Let me see.

- Where did you get the stamp from?
- Borrowed it.

Looks genuine, doesn't it?

It says "police".

No one will look closely.
As long as it's official.

Press police officer Ritter.

Use your clever head
in school, missy.

You're daft.

- Can't I come along?
- To the freight yard?

Have you lost your
mind or something?

What?

"RED CASTLE," DETENTION
CELL WING MITTE, BERLIN

Give me a little bit, yeah?
I can't go on any longer.

First the negative and
the copy, everything.

They'll do the same
with me as with König.

- König sh*t himself.
- But not of his own accord.

We'll be back. In the
meantime, think about it.

- But I can't think anymore!
- Yeah, yeah.

ANHALTER FREIGHT YARD,
KREUZBERG, BERLIN

Vessel AB-32-21,
positive for phosgene.

OK, let's pack up
and go over to 64.

- Hello.
- Hi.

You look like someone
who could help me.

Well then, I'll help you.

See? I said that.

- Yes, me too.
- Good.

Here's my all-important
question.

Go on then.

How many trains per week
arrive here from Russia?

I'd say two or three.

When did the last one arrive?

Three days ago, the one with
the big bang yesterday.

Big bang.

That's right.

Hey, Werner.

- Who's she?
- Madam here is...

With the press.

- The juicy press?
- So to speak.

Berliner Illustrierte.

Check it out! My
wife reads that.

- Do you have ID?
- Yes.

Alright.

I heard one of the
wagons exploded.

Oh, don't. That's
just what I needed.

Thank you, Fuchse.
Got a light, too?

Some moron opened
the hatch and...

Lick my kettle. That was some whistle.
Took out some of our boys.

And ever since... you
can see for yourself.

And inside?

There are some experts from
Nyssen AG, examining the wagons.

Who are the coats?

They're all Russians.

Secret service or I don't know.

They've been here since
that thing exploded.

It was a Soviet train.

Can I take a look inside?

Miss.

You're something else.
That's why I'm here.

So that no one takes a look.

What? Yesterday?

I don't believe it.

How could that have happened?

This should never have happened.

Are you sure the Russians
weren't involved?

Yes, I read about it.
A chemical accident.

Alright.

I agree.

Let's do that.

Alright. Let them examine
the wagons, and...

Let them examine the wagons, and if they
find something they want, be my guest.

Yes. I'll calm down. Yes.

I agree. Excellent, yes.

Excellent. Yes.

Goodbye, Wegner.

Good morning.

And what happens in your
life after five o'clock?

Nothing special.

We could see about that.

I'll think about it.

Who dares wins.

I'll think long and
hard about it.

Careful, miss. That
boy is dangerous.

Doesn't have his
nickname for nothing.

Which is?

Stick-it-in Fox.

Come on now.

Nice guys.

The two of us, that would
have been something.

Yes. What a pity.

Well, then. Dismount!

- Spread out!
- On the double.

Move it!

Faster, faster!

- Open the gate.
- Yes, but...

Open the gate!

Stop. No admittance.

Search him!

Search everyone!

Line up, everyone!

Search those two.

Go on, faster.

Everyone at the table, stand up.
On the double!

Move. Form a line here.

Search everyone.

Hand over your g*ns.

What is this?

I'm guessing you're
responsible for this?

What makes you think that?

Benda, Berlin police,
first division.

Left pocket. My diplomat's ID.

Disarm everyone.

That's all of them.

Are these registered?

Very well.

You can collect them tomorrow
at police headquarters,

on presentation of
an owner's card.

Right, gentlemen. How kind of
you to do our work for us.

Let's see your analyses.
What's in the wagons?

Rath.

- It's me.
- What is it?

I'm at Anhalter freight yard.
You should come here.

I told you I won't
get you out again.

- No, this is different.
- Different how?

I found a trace.
The dead Russian.

What?

That's it for now, Mr. Trokhin.

Then we will both find out if this
is still a Soviet domestic matter.

This matter will surely,
how do the Germans say...

create some internal waves.

That will be unavoidable.

Mr. Councillor, the
chemists did spot checks.

So far only on three wagons.

Let us inside.

How did you get here?

How did you know about this?

I'll tell you later.

How many wagons are there?

- In total, 13.
- Stop.

- No admittance.
- I'm with the club.

Still. Restricted area. Sorry.

Rath? Rath!

Mr. Councillor.

- What are you doing here?
- We followed a trace.

The driver of this train
was probably m*rder*d.

- Pardon?
- His body was found in the Spree river.

- In the Landwehrkanal.
- Right.

Who is she?

This is Miss Ritter, typist.

Mr. Councillor? Could
you come here?

I want to know more.
Ride in my car?

Yes, sure.

All samples tested
positive for phosphene.

- Do I come along?
- That's enough for us.

- Cordon everything off.
- No.

Come along.

Early evening, at Aschinger?

- Half past six should be OK.
- Fine.

Juicy press.

What I'm telling you now
is highly confidential.

In those sheds there are
13 cases of treason,

due to the illegal import
of warfare agents.

Contraband from the Soviet Union.
It's been increasing for years.

What exactly are they smuggling?

At first, it was conventional
weapons in small numbers.

Then it became
bigger and bigger.

Anti-aircraft g*ns, tanks, heavy g*ns.
And now... poison gas.

That's new.

Who is importing all of that?

Have you heard of the
Black Reichswehr?

Just some rumors.

Secret m*llitary.

Irregular combat units.

They are using a network of stooges for
their camouflaged w*apon transports.

At least two dozens,
always different.

But the Black Reichswehr
is always behind them.

But it's hard to prove since that
group doesn't officially exist.

Well, the body of the
railway worker does exist.

Maybe that's a clue
that will help us.

This case could be of the
highest importance for us.

You must stay on it, Rath. I need any clue
that can help me narrow down the suspects.

- Who ordered this delivery from Russia?
- Alfred Nyssen.

- The steel corporation?
- Yes.

One of their puppets, I guess.

We'll take a closer
look at him next.

The aim of these people is nothing less
than the destruction of our democracy.

So?

Like I said, the Willi
Schulze case has priority.

You two go round the neighbors,
Norbert, you go to Rote Katze.

Oh, and at the El Dorado,
there's a new gambling team.

We'll plant Johannes there.

Clear as mud? Off you
go, vice squaddies.

Just in time, my friend.
Are you busy tonight?

We're having a little party.

I want to introduce you to someone.
Guest of honor.

We start at seven.

- That's nice, Bruno. But...
- No.

You have to mingle a bit.
You'll go mad in here.

There you are, finally.

We have a date.

Would you?

Thanks. Didn't Wolter tell
you that you can bring me?

Thank you.

Well then?

Wormsstrasse, Köpenick.

Where is he?

What now, is someone
else coming?

- I don't know, actually...
- I need the table.

Oh, there he is.

Stefan.

Charlotte, what are you doing
here, all alone? I was waiting

for you. We've got something planned.
Are you free?

The two of us?

Yes. The bill!

A little excursion, to Köpenick.

Gentlemen, excuse me.

Major Scheer asked for absolute
darkness for his demonstration.

Mauser K-97, officially banned.

Comrades, Captain Wolter
and I have the honor

of introducing the prototype of
Zieldrei to you this evening.

Why darkness?

This model is an
absolute world's first.

By powder alloying the vision
lines with radioactive radium

it was possible to develop a
functioning r*fle scope for darkness.

For the first time ever...

it is also possible
to deploy sn*pers...

in the dark.

From what I understood
at the freight yard,

there was poison gas in the train, I
mean in the wagons, not pesticides.

And poison gas is banned.

So Benda confiscated the train.

And the railway worker whom they
found dead in the Landwehrkanal...

- Good evening.
- Evening.

He drove the train to Berlin.
He's part of that organization.

They call themselves
Red Fortress.

PRINTER'S

Funny, it looks deserted.

- How do you know all this?
- I investigated.

I see.

- Charlotte, what are you doing?
- Why? There's no one here.

Look, the putty is not dry.

Are you nuts?

Here's the key.

- We can't just walk in there.
- Yes, we can.

As clean as when
it was delivered.

- Why do they renovate the place?
- No idea.

What would the chief
inspector do now?

- Wolter?
- Yes.

Lock up the guy who gave him
the clue and then go for

dinner. -And Rath, what would he do?
-Stay silent.

And then do this
with his eyebrows.

No, seriously.

Charlotte?

Pull that lever there.

- A 'print king'.
- A what?

That's what they call sheets
that are stuck in the press.

Oh.

What does it say?

It's a railway paper...
CONSIGNMENT NOTE

AB 3-2-2-1.

Istanbul.

Istanbul?

What does the Red Fortress want to
do with poison gas in Istanbul?

- Oh! Nice of you to come.
- Here, potato salad.

Great, come in.

Gereon, the men are upstairs at Scheers'.
The flat above us.

- OK.
- See you later.

Thank you.

The railway line from
Ypres to Comines.

On May 5, 1918, at 8:45 a.m.,

the second att*ck of the 30th infantry
division, led by General Heisen.

Heavy a*tillery on the other side.
The Brits respond with barrage fire.

Hand grenade thrower troops.

Only Battle Battalion 31
reaches the group of hills.

Colonel Seegers is in command.

Our men in the crossfire between
Zwarteleen and Zillebeke.

The enemy ring is blown up.

The height is conquered and handed over
to the division's chief commander.

At exactly 7:51 p.m.

Comrades.

Today we commemorate the many men
from our unit who have fallen.

Rahn,

Müller, Zangert,

Wiedemann, Fischer,

Behnke, Michaelis, Kohn.

Fallen for Germany.

Honor to their memory.

Winkelmann, Hase,

Röhler, Kuhnert,

von Dülmenau, Rosen.

The German army.

Unbeaten in the field.

- Who betrayed us?
- Social democrats.

I once had a comrade

You couldn't find a better one

The drum b*at to the fight

He was marching by my side

Keeping up the pace

Keeping up the pace

A b*llet came a-flying

Is it meant for me or you?

He is torn away

He's lying by my feet

As if he was a piece of me

As if he was a piece of me

Retreat!

Retreat!

Gereon!

Gereon.

He's lying by my feet

As if he was a piece of me

As if he was a piece of me

Right, comrades.

Please come downstairs now.

Emmi and the ladies have
prepared some snacks.

Come.

Arndt, you did that really well.

Father taught it to me.

Yes, but you recited it.

With dignity, and appropriately
for the occasion.

At ease.

Nyssen AG is one of the biggest
steel producers in the Reich.

We'll be causing a storm.

Alfred Nyssen personally
ordered this shipment.

He must face the law for this.

The evidence is overwhelming.

Those people hate social democracy.
They hate the Jews.

We are both their
personal enemies, Karl.

Arresting Alfred Nyssen
gives us the opportunity

to fight for the strength
of the republic.

Alright, I agree.

Ready for the storm?

Yes, this is the chance
we've been waiting for.

I wish you much success.

Good night, president.

- Miss Overbeck?
- Mr. Councillor?

I don't have to tell you that
everything you hear in this house

is highly confidential.

No, I know that.

This includes the visitors
we have here, right?

Yes, sir. Madam has
explained everything to me.

Very well.

Sebald? This is Benda. Please arrange
for Alfred Nyssen to be arrested.

- Very soon.
- I agree.

You are beautiful, Lieschen. I'm
so happy she is going out again.

But I am going out.

You're a beautiful woman
and much too young to...

Emmi, please.

And this dress looks great on you.
Don't you agree?

- Yes.
- See? The inspector can also see

that it looks great on you.

- I don't get that impression from you.
- That's a pity.

- We hardly ever see you at home anymore.
- Work.

And I thought you were on the run,
you're running out every morning.

Excuse me. I wanted to introduce you to
someone who knows a Rath in Cologne.

There are quite a few Raths.

One of 22nd infantry,
army group west.

Oh. Please excuse me, Emmi, Mrs.
Behnke.

He's still unattached. I
asked him the other day.

- Is he really?
- Yes.

- We can do it just like that.
- Major General, Inspector Rath.

- Our colleague from Cologne.
- I'm honored. Pleased to meet you.

Good evening. The captain told
me you knew someone named Rath?

Yes, I came across a Rath in Emerdingen,
when I was forming my cadre.

- Anno Rath?
- Possibly...

A jolly fellow.

He could do a standing jump
onto any table, and he

did, too. -That's my brother.
-Charming, funny.

When he entered a room, it didn't take
two minutes for everyone to talk to him

or about him. He was
admired without envy.

And the wenches, as far as there
were any, ran after him in droves.

I know what you're
talking about.

So where is your brother now?

Retreat!

Are you deaf? Retreat!

My brother is still alive.

Gereon?

Gereon!

Gereon!

Thank you, Gereon.

Thank you. Get up!

Get up!

Come here, there are two more.

Get up!

Get up!

Come here, you bastard.

Come, I said.

No! Anno!

I was captured...

and was forced to
leave Anno behind.

- Captivity.
- For three months.

And no trace of your brother?

Dozens of tracing requests, w*r
welfare, Red Cross, everywhere.

He is secretly
holding the line...

which we will return to as soon as
we get back what belongs to us.

Alfred Nyssen?

Come with us.

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end

Ocean of time

Eternal law

To ashes, to dust

To ashes

But not yet now

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end