02x03 - Episode 11

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Babylon Berlin". Aired: 13 October 2017 – present.*
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Police commissioner Gereon Rath is transferred from Cologne to Berlin, the epicenter of political and social change in the Golden Twenties.
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02x03 - Episode 11

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Previously on Babylon Berlin.

Fifteen ex*cuted revolutionaries
of the Red Fortress.

We confiscated the weapons
of these gentlemen.

There were projectiles from those
g*ns in almost all of the bodies.

I want to propose a deal.

I want the names of those
responsible of the Reichswehr

who organize the transport
of the poison gas.

You want me to deliver
your own countrymen?

Your confiscation of the
train causes tension.

That you Soviets are eager to help
build up the illegal Reichswehr

is a matter in itself.

But that even our head of
state doesn't shy away

from ignoring the
Treaty of Versailles...

This is Bruno.

You can deliver the shipment.
You know where the key is.

The foreman found a human foot in
the foundation yesterday morning.

They found a body whose clothes make
an unambiguous attribution possible.

The man must have been a priest.

- Has he been identified?
- Saint Josef.

Get yourself a
radio by tomorrow.

23 MAY, 2 P.M., 709 KHZ

- Help!
- Did you know one of them?

That's not the point. Come.

I can't. I have to work.

Then tell those murderers
at home what you saw.

SOVIET EMBASSY MITTE, BERLIN

Inspector Rath, I
have the documents.

In an hour, at Friedrichstrasse
train station.

- Henning?
- What?

Everything alright?

- Yes!
- Just asking.

Oh man.

Hey, mister.

Keep walking.

French for one mark, peeling
the banana for two.

Get lost.

Come on. Fudge tunnel
for one fifty.

Get lost, man.

He's no good. With me you
get anything for one mark.

- He's mine!
- Shut up, you squirt.

If you don't want to go to jail,
make like a tree and leave.

- Get it?
- A copper?

- Get marching.
- A copper!

A vice copper!

- Coppers!
- Come on, let's scram.

What is this?

A visa application. Not just
any old visa application.

There are several dozens of those,
for this man alone, Major Beck.

- I know him.
- You probably know this one, too.

Seegers.

What's going on?

First you let my men go.

Then you'll get evidence
against your general staff.

Fifteen of them.

Do ut des.

I give so you give.

Off we go.

Get out, gentlemen.

Ah, finally.

With these documents you
will be able to prove

that since 1925 these officers
have very regularly been visiting

a small village 300 km southeast
of Moscow called Lipetsk.

It's the secret base of
the German Air Force.

There has been no German Air
Force since the end of the w*r.

There is one in Lipetsk.

I don't understand you.

You work against
your own country.

I work for the police.

LOUDSPEAKER

23 MAY, 2 P.M., 709 KHZ

picture the analysis of a
patient as something which

follows similar mechanisms
as this radio program.

In both cases, you have transmission
and counter-transmission.

In the case of our work with
traumatized front soldiers

it's a transmission of
therapist and patient.

All processes in our brain work

according to the principles
of electrophysiology.

They are basically nothing
but electric currents

which signal an activity

to our brain and to what
we call our consciousness.

But why,

I wonder,

why shouldn't the
thoughts between two

separate people be
transferred by way

of one of them transmitting
radio waves when thinking

and the other one
receives them directly

and then identifies
them as his own.

Please note that this
procedure is called...

suggestive therapy.

- Right, here you go.
- Thank you.

What do I owe you?

Is something wrong?

No, everything is fine.

I feel a bit q*eer, is all.

Get well soon.

Yes, you too.

We can apply for the arrest
warrants straight away.

Against whom?

Seegers, von Loitzing, Major
Beck, half the general staff.

- What for?
- Constitutional breach,

treason, conspiracy against the republic.
The list goes on.

Will that be enough in court?

Hard to say.

If anyone can say, it's
you, the public prosecutor.

They ship 13 wagons full
of phosgene to Berlin,

not even a year after the
disgrace of Hamburg.

- What happened in Hamburg?
- The Stoltzenberg chemical works.

The valve of a t*nk wagon burst.
What came out? Poison gas, phosgene.

There were ten dead,
hundreds severely injured.

People left their houses
and dropped to the ground.

Who was the gas for?

Why don't you guess?

- The Reichswehr.
- Well...

not officially.

And no consequences?

The chemical plant dumped the other wagons
in the sea and now they want compensation.

This shows that we need more if we
want to crackdown on these people.

I don't want that paperwork
thrown back in my face.

These documents are proof of a
German base in the Soviet Union,

where German pilots are trained to
become fighter pilots by German experts.

In German fighter planes.

- Where is this supposed to be?
- In Lipetsk.

It's 300 km southeast of Moscow.

And what's in it for the Russians,
helping us to breach the treaty?

The Russians want to
build airplane engines.

They're learning that
from German engineers.

How big is this thing in
Lipetsk, that flying squadron?

After all, it may just be
a handful of machinery.

The informant says it's a
lot more than just a few.

But these papers don't prove that.
They suggest it, but...

Your Honor, please.
What else do you need?

Witnesses, files, photographs.

- I'll do it.
- You will do what?

I'll go there.

Garbage. You'll travel for a
week and no one will let you in.

He'll fly then.

What?

Well, it's simple.

You'll get us a plane
and we'll get proof.

- Doris.
- Lottchen, you have to rescue me.

- What's the matter?
- Invoices.

From a clothes factory, called Sklarek.
They list every single sock,

every shako and every uniform. Every
service textile of the police since 1924,

and I'm supposed to check them all.
It must be at least 400 pages.

But that's great, you'll
need days for that.

But I don't know how to do sums.

You have to help me.

Like I helped you.
80 Pfennig an hour.

- What exactly do you have to do?
- You'll do it?

And again.

I don't believe this.

Write this down.

Delivery note 219/27,
Spandau town hall.

Forty-six offices, taking down
and cleaning net curtains.

And here, four days
later, the invoice.

Four hundred sixty offices, taking
down and cleaning net curtains,

at nine marks each,
that's 4140 marks.

So they're invoicing for
ten times the amount.

I'd say they're pretty cheeky,
those Sklarek brothers.

I'd say the same.

No!

What does it say on the door?

Oh, inspector.

- Is everything destroyed now?
- No.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Two questions, Mr. Gräf.

- First of all, where is Jänicke?
- Didn't turn up today.

We were supposed to
meet at Aschinger's.

And the second question?

Have you ever been on a plane?

- What is it?
- These are documents which...

OK, I'll check them later.

- This should explained.
- By you, you mean?

- Yes, there are certain payments...
- Have them pay you,

I'll look at it later.

You can leave now.

Fritz, you scared me.

Sorry.

Why did you do that?

Come on.

Hang on a second.

- What is it?
- What you said on that funeral march...

Mr. Benda is not a m*rder*r.

Oh, Mr. Benda.

Is he nice to you, yeah?

No, but he has a good heart.
I know that.

Gretchen, that may be so. But he's also
the chief of the political police.

And his good heart,
however big it may be,

he has to leave in the
cloakroom outside his office.

And at night he
picks it up again.

And in between he has us
communists slaughtered.

PROPERTY OF THE BERLIN POLICE

Moritz!

Senior? What are you doing?

Nothing.

Where did you get the key from?

You can't sniff
around like this.

I didn't.

Lock it up right away and put the
key back where you found it.

Where is your mother?

Shopping with Mrs. Wolter.

Off you go.

There, in front.

COMMUNIST UNREST ON 1 MAY
THE v*olence ESCALATES

FOREIGN MINISTER STRESEMANN
WELCOMES BRIAND IN BERLIN.

Communist kisses chambermaid.

And on the next floor the hairdressers
and four bespoke tailors, not just one.

- And they have beauty advice everywhere.
- Can I have the sausage?

And it's all free. Emmi
and I have tried it all.

And then there were two jewelers or
even three with long glass counters,

and then, when we took the
escalator up to second floor,

there was a fashion show starting
in the ladies' department.

So beautiful! Dernier cri.

That means the latest trend.
From Paris for madame.

Oh, if only I was 20
and had some money.

You don't look like you're
50 and have no money, Helga.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

- Oh God, it's empty again.
- To your health.

Has it got worse?

Different.

- Worse?
- No, just different.

Gereon!

Would you help me, please?

Gereon...

He's no longer between us.

Moritz.

AIRFIELD BERLIN-STAAKEN

Councillor.

The most modern thing
in the air today.

The initial model. You're lucky
it's in Berlin right now.

It was supposed to do a test
flight from Hamburg to Lisbon.

- What happened?
- A crash landing.

Well, an emergency landing.
New things want to be tested.

You know the deal?

- No.
- No.

Never opened a parachute before?

It's the first flight
for these men.

The chief of police said
they would be professionals.

Professional police officers.

- Never flown before?
- No.

No.

Gentlemen, your pilot.

Siegfried Stoltz. A battle-tested
man, experienced with long distances.

And his navigator, Robert Sauer.

- Rath.
- Sauer.

- Stoltz.
- Gräf.

- Hello.
- Gräf.

Hello.

- You've been briefed?
- We have the coordinates.

If they are correct. It's a
long haul, with no stop.

But you can do it?

We'll manage.

Soldiers.

Good luck.

Make yourselves comfortable.

It's a cargo plane.

- You can't put in seats overnight.
- Please.

Did you see the
hatch back there?

It'll be a top-notch bomber
when we get to do it again.

- Really?
- Just a little tinkering

and we're ready for the drop.

And which plane has this
much room for refills?

Right.

Put them between your legs.
And aim down the sconce.

- Open the fuel cock.
- Yes, sir.

Mixture set.

Damn it!

Damn!

Piece of junk.

The control stick gets stuck sometimes.
So don't be surprised, it happens.

REICH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN
AFFAIRS MITTE, BERLIN

Minister Stresemann, we
have reliable information

that certain circles are
planning to assassinate you.

- Very soon.
- Communists?

National forces.

How many assassinations on me have you
and your men prevented in recent years?

Ten? Twenty?

Twelve, to be precise.

Then do what you always do.

Your men save my life,

I save the peace,

and one day we will die,
very snugly in our bathtub.

The state visit right now...
Foreign minister Briand?

We have evidence of a stark
change in the security situation.

A changed situation
doesn't faze me, Benda.

I just don't love my
life enough for that.

But what worries me is
what you brought me here.

I wasn't sure you
were aware of it.

The entire Reichstag knows about Lipetsk.
But these dimensions...

This finally contains enough evidence to
take half the general staff to court.

For goodness sake, please don't.

You mean the Reichstag
is happy about the fact

that the Russians are helping
us to build a modern air force?

Aren't you?

Minister, I know you've always
seen the Treaty of Versailles

as a defamation of Germany.

But you weren't awarded the Nobel prize
for this stance, but for a peace treaty.

The aim of my peace mediation
is solely to make sure

new agreements are no longer
based on the moral humiliation

and economic subjugation
of our Fatherland.

It disturbs me that you're
so sure about this.

Things are complex in the
German Reich, always have been.

I don't doubt that.

But what will you say when
the League of Nations hears

that Lipetsk is not a small training
camp for a handful of hotspurs

but that a new German Air
Force is being built there?

Please excuse me once again.

If my Käte were to come in
now, then heaven help me.

Carry on, Benda.

I keep far fewer secrets from Dr.
Koller than from my wife.

We have confiscated a freight train
with a quantity of poison gas

which would be enough for manufacturing
at least 100,000 grenades.

New estimates regarding
the troop strength

of the shadow army
of the Reichswehr

are in the range of six figures.

And now, of all time, when
the French are our guests.

If the French foreign minister
hears of such dimensions,

I'd look like a fraud.

I'll say goodbye for now.

- Thank you, Patachon.
- Watch out, Pat.

Aye-aye, sir.

What do you suggest?

It's only a matter of time until
this affair will create waves.

And then you should not look like
a fraud, but like a spotter.

Continue.

I'm about to obtain updated
evidence in Russia.

And then we take that g*ng
to court, in Germany.

Whom do you mean exactly?

Seegers, Ludendorff...

Just the top men.

Apparently you love your life
even less than I love mine.

A leyb hot nit moyre
far keyn flig.

A lion doesn't fear a fly.
I know, Benda.

My wife keeps saying that, too.

Gereon.

Now they're trying to convince
us that all men are equal.

Another big misconception
of the modern era.

Man is flawed.

The masses are a danger.

Capital is full of temptation.

We are all sinners.

We're only equal
in that respect.

Physically and mentally,

we're unequal.

That is God-given.

Take your brother, Anno.

Never make the mistake to strive
for the same aims as him.

Men differ the most clearly in
their aptitude for leadership.

If you are not humble
enough to recognize this,

you should not lay any
claims to power at all.

In the state, we find

our true nature of man.
A divine world order

will only be reflected
in that society

which allows for a
structured state.

The hierarchy...

is embedded in the divine
origin of the state...

Why did you leave me?

Helga. Why?

Tell me.

Why did you leave me?

Say it.

Why?

I've fallen in love
with your brother.

And now?

You have to make up your mind.

I have made up my mind.

Helga!

Helga!

God has left us.

A long time ago.

And what remains?

A hull.

A tree without roots.

A world without light.

First, the wrong son
returns home...

then you leave me
alone with him.

Father.

That's just what
we needed today.

We're very close to
the coordinates.

But the bad weather is
making it difficult.

- What?
- The navigating. We'll go lower.

Under the clouds.

What happened? We got hit.

Ignite.

Not happening.

Do it again.

Again, nothing.

Go steeper. The
propellers are jammed.

OK, ignite.

Ignite.

There, right in front of us.

Our target.

Yes, this must be it.

But shouldn't we
keep our distance?

Yes, sure. But don't you
want to take photos?

Now, man. Visibility is good.

We won't be getting any closer.

Come on now.

You lie down and your
mate will hold on to you.

Don't forget to hold on.

Go on, then.

Go on, don't be afraid.

Pull me back in!

I have to change the film.

Your hand!

Go on!

As long as the clouds
are dense, we're safe.

I'll change our
course temporarily.

Just to be safe.

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end

It must be just a dream

Trying to snatch the wind

Who really knows?

The clock on your wall

It is filled with sand

Put your hand in mine

And let us be forever

Now you make your choice

And throw us in between
happiness and agony

But I can forgive you

You are very close to death

But your eye still clear

Does it recognize me? I'm ready

To seek immortality with you
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