04x02 - Episode 30

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BORN 11/17/1888
d*ed 6/14/1930

Come join us.

Come on, let's sing his song.

Stennes.

Age before beauty.

Comrades, I'll see you outside.

Do you personally want to accompany
me outside, Councillor?

On the contrary.

I wanted to take a closer look

at your residence
for the coming weeks or even months.

I'll be out of here tomorrow.

For that, people would need to know
that you're in here.

Still in here.

What exactly is the purpose
of your little mutiny,

Lieutenant Stennes?

I want traitors of the movement to be put
up against the wall as soon as possible.

Traitors like you.

If the public finds out
what a pervert you are...

you'll no longer be
the head of the political police, Wendt.

And I will inform the public.

This condition...

I've long overcome it.

Go on!

Get a move on, gentlemen.

What did Stennes say?

He warmed up some old stories.

That's all.

Happy New Year, Senior.

Junior. To you, too.

- Does it say something?
- Read it yourself.

Page six.

"Death came at midnight."

Are National Socialists
behind the department store g*ng?

- What happened?
- It wasn't us.

- Who was it?
- Two misfits.

- They were on the roof.
- Misfits.

One of them fell.

They're blaming us. I don't believe this.

Read this.

This sounds very different.

You're the heroes.

NATIONAL PROTEST MARCH

"Germany, wake up."

- Where did you go afterwards?
- Party.

With the comrades. You?

Same.

- Is this your case?
- What?

The dead boy.
From the department store.

Don't think so.
The guys from the late shift will do it.

Did they arrest someone?

I don't know.
Want to become a police officer now?

Definitely not.

- When's your train?
- In an hour.

Can I take a bath before I go?

Don't you have water
at the boarding school?

Only cold water.

POLICE STATION 14
BERLIN-CHARLOTTENBURG

Not in there.

- Who?
- The redhead.

She saw everything.

We need to find her.

I'll go to the canal, you to the black
market, and you to the shelter.

There you are, finally.

Where's Benni?

There is no more Benni.

The bastards from Station 14 got to him.

- What does that mean?
- Benni is dead.

During the burglary?

And what did you take out?

Nothing.

Didn't work out, the burglary.

I don't believe a word of it.

I don't have anything, I swear.

I don't have anything!

Coming back with empty pockets.
Who do you think you are?

He's not the first one to croak.

Stop blubbering.

I'm the pasha now.

Yeah, get lost, bitch!

Don't you dare come back here!

Miss?

Dance marathon at Moka Efti!
One thousand marks prize money.

Dance marathon! Want to? One week,
at Moka Efti. You can win 1,000 marks.

- Lottchen, come here, look.
- Do you have a new job?

Dance marathon.
You can win 1,000 marks.

One thousand marks?

For the ladies, whoever has
the most stamina. Want to take part?

When is it?

In a week, I think.
You have time to practice.

- I'll ask for time off.
- Definitely.

- The Buddha is wishing you well.
- I'll ask him.

And I'd love to dance again.

And with that moolah?
We'll do fifty-fifty if I win, okay?

- And if I do?
- Seventy-thirty for you?

We'll do that.

Dance marathon!
You can win 1,000 marks.

Dance marathon at Moka Efti.
1,000 marks prize money.

- Rath. Very good.
- Detective Superintendent.

- Happy New Year.
- And to you too.

What did you get up to last night?

Why?

The president wants to see you.
It sounded urgent.

- Right now?
- No. He's in parliament. Later.

Come on now.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I am to deliver this
to the homicide squad.

- Up there.
- Fourth floor.

Thank you, sir.

By the way, there is a new case.
The first m*rder of the year.

- Yes?
- I've never been here before.

I might meet someone important.

What the heck? Let's take the stairs.

My doctors says
I need more exercise. Come.

"Statements of the officers of Station 14

"concerning
a Jane Doe at the crime scene."

Hagedorn: "Well, the redhead."

Kuschke: "No, she's not part of it."

- Do we get to have lunch?
- Enjoy your meal.

- Hello, gentlemen.
- Hello yourself. We're on lunch break.

- Take a seat outside.
- Wait!

I'm supposed to deliver this.

What is it?

A customer found it
in the ladies' department

where the boy fell off the roof.

I see. Thanks.

Off you pop.

It smells.

- Who was that?
- A footboy from Tietz Department Store.

- What a spiv.
- I'll take it to records.

- No, we can do that.
- I need to go to pathology anyway.

- Thanks.
- You go have lunch.

- Well, we are hungry.
- But penal labor in district 14.

- My condolences.
- Yes. Thank you, you too.

Same.

Like a drunk, he was sitting
on the park bench, sleeping.

Has the dead man been identified yet?

According to his ID card, it's one
Friedhelm Oelschläger, 59 years old,

a civil official.

Has the family been notified?

His wife is waiting in pathology for you.

- I see. I'll go back down again?
- Thanks for the escort party.

Need to go to the vice squad.

Mrs. Oelschläger?

Come with me.

This is Dr. Schwarz, head of pathology.

I'm ready, you can begin.

It's him.

- Your husband?
- Yes.

Friedhelm Oelschläger.

59 years old, in the service
of the city of Berlin.

My condolences, Mrs. Oelschläger.

My colleagues
are waiting for you upstairs.

They'll take your statement.

To Inspectorate A, please.

What was the cause of death?

First of all, he drank a lot.
2.3 alcohol level in the blood.

And ate a lot.

In his stomach scrambled eggs,
butter, bread, caviar...

Malossol, the good stuff.

And all of it in large quantities.

Miss Ritter...

Happy New Year to you.

- Did you have a nice evening?
- Too right.

I see.

Lottchen! Good day. Happy New Year.

- Hi, Rudi. To you too. How far are you?
- I just started.

It's not easy with a boy
who has fallen 15 meters from a roof.

Listen to this. Just before you arrived
with Mrs. Councillor...

When was the last time
we secluditioned?

- Yes.
- About the cause of death.

A precise cut on his throat.

Someone knew exactly how it's done.

Any other marks?

I'm afraid this is the work of an artist.

Fine. Thanks for now.

Male body...

age around 16 to 18.

Head trauma. Various broken bones
in arms and legs.

Famine oedemas,
which is indicative of malnutrition.

Worms and scabies.
So-called street scars.

Must have been homeless for years.
On top of that, syphilis.

- Secondary stage.
- Why that?

It's almost unavoidable.
They're at it like rabbits in the gutter.

The broken bones
can be explained by the fall.

But these injuries here...

not so much.

External use of force.

Is that so?

Yes.

- I'd say so.
- I see.

Well, I mean...

Yes.

Would you mind if I had a look myself,
Mr. Assistant?

Why, of course not.

We will be in touch
when we have findings, miss.

Rather than speculation.

Very well.

Charlotte.

- Charlotte!
- What?

You need to talk to me.

I love talking to the DS Rath I know.
If you meet him, let me know.

What is this? Just 'cause I have a certain
political view, I'm not a different man.

Yes! What does b*ating up
innocent people in the street

have to do with political views?

Jews are not innocent.

What did they do?

They are the only ones
who profit from the crisis.

While people in Germany go hungry
and cold, in their own country.

We don't want to tolerate this.

I don't recognize you anymore.

You're a police officer.

You're supposed
to ensure order and safety.

That's what we're doing.
But proper safety, proper order.

From the inside,
not forced from the outside.

The entire foundation is corrupt
and rotten. We need to make it crumble

and build it up from scratch.

- For whom?
- For all decent citizens, Charlotte.

And him in there?

- Who, the boy?
- Yes.

Not for him.

But people like him are hungry, that's
why they steal. They are no criminals.

Yes, they are scum.

What?

That's it.

You're dead to me, Mr. Rath.

Dead and buried.

I beg you.
After I was informed yesterday,

I was able to calmly drive into the city

where I witnessed the uniformed police
finally arrive at the crime scene

an entire hour late
to finally restore order.

What are you talking about?

Why am I not privy to goings-on
which concern my department?

Mr. President?

Councillor.

- Am I interrupting?
- No.

Come on in.

- You wanted to see me?
- Indeed. What has gotten into you?

If you are talking about my involvement
in yesterday's--

It should be well-known
to a police officer of your rank

that it is absolutely preposterous

to publicly show himself
as a member of the Sturmabteilung.

- Mr. President--
- Don't interrupt me!

You were seen
harassing innocent citizens

and wantonly destroying their shops,
and actively so.

Are you well acquainted
with Walter Stennes?

I know him, yes, of course.
But we're not well acquainted.

Not particularly. Why do you ask?

Because then your political commitment
would at least be useful to us.

The detective will have to curb his
political commitment as of now,

or else his days
with the Berlin police are numbered.

You social democrats
are simply beyond help.

You won't take advantage of the chance
of undercover observation

even when it is more or less in your face.

We won't antagonize the SA.

Stennes is but small fry.
The actual problem is in Munich.

I think this is
a blatant misjudgment, sir.

Taking my leave.

Come.

I have been responsible
for a few undercover operations,

but an action like yesterday...

For you to be right in the thick of it...

Was it really necessary
to expose yourself so blatantly?

I had no choice.

It wouldn't have been possible to hide
in the second row at such an action.

Stennes would have gotten suspicious.

It was the only way for me
to keep his trust.

It was a tough deployment site.

I thank you.

Jeez, Toni, you look like a boy.
Do you have scabies?

No, just a precaution.
Against rats like you.

What have you got?

Something glittery.

Where did you get that from?

I'm just selling it.

- On commission.
- Are you taking me for a ride?

Are we doing business or not?

Forget it, that's not my caliber.

Do you still do ads?

I might.

- Looking for anything in particular?
- Sure. Widows are best.

You can find all sorts in their pad.
Dough, silverware.

Look in the paper,
they always look for lodgers.

Right, child, you'll come with me now.

Stop!

Stop!
Stop! Freeze!

Freeze!

Stop! Freeze! Stop the thief!

Stop!

Hold him!

Thank you. Hey, hey!

Right, girl, now I've got you.

Now we'll go to the station.

If Kuschke gets his hands on you,
he'll snap your neck, you bitch.

And I'll watch him do it.
With great pleasure.

The utmost pleasure.

And I bent down,

offered him my hand, and...

and he reached for it. And...

With which hand?

The right one.

And then he slipped.

Right, now you'll get to know us.

Is she the redhead
from the department store?

- Well, is she?
- Hard to tell.

ULLSTEINHAUS EDITORIAL OFFICE
OF TEMPO, BERLIN-MITTE

Excuse me, Mr. Editor-in-Chief.

The people are all waiting for you.

Fine, Potocznik.

They've debated
for two days and two nights.

Something must have come out of that.

As long as they don't shut down
the entire joint...

It's coming now.

What's the matter with him?

All right.

My speech will be brief and painful.

I know you expected me to come out of
these negotiations with a positive result,

but I'm afraid the opposite is true.

One year ago,
the economy collapsed, globally.

For a long time, we tried to dodge
the waves of these dislocations.

I'll be brief. The publishing house
needs to economize, and drastically so.

The number of our staff
will be reduced by 50%.

So half of all employees will be laid off.

I know this hits you hard,
and I'm very sorry.

I wish I... had something else
to announce, but...

That's it. Maybe the world will look
better again in a year's time.

Mr. Potocznik
will now give you the details.

Miss Sommer is about to put up a list.

If you find your name on it,
you are dismissed.

Please get in touch with our personnel
office in the next few days

to get your certificate of employment.

But not all at the same time, okay?
Here you go.

Miss Ritter.

Yes?

I think we need you
in interrogation room four.

- Me? What about Böhm?
- He's not to be found.

Besides...

I think you're the right person.

We took the girl off the hands
of the officers of Station 14.

But she won't talk, not a peep.

So we thought maybe she'll talk
when a lady questions her.

After you.

At least sit down now.

- This is Miss Ritter.
- Good thing you're here.

She's royally pigheaded.
Doesn't even have a name.

I think it would be best if you leave me
alone with the witness.

- We'll wait outside.
- Yes, in the hallway.

Can you leave the cigarettes here?
Please.

But don't forget,
big meeting is on time.

Or there'll be trouble with the Buddha.

You're tall.

You've grown a lot in one year.

What's with your hair?

- Want one?
- I don't smoke.

Toni, what happened?

Don't bother,
you won't get anything out of me.

You better let me in on this,
or we'll both be in trouble, get it?

- You?
- Yes, me.

Don't make me laugh.
You're one of them.

- Who?
- The cops. The fuzz.

- You're all in cahoots.
- Toni, I risked my head for you.

- Yeah?
- Yes!

Like how?

I held back evidence and falsified
a statement to distract them from you.

- You're all cooking this up, right?
- Stop it!

Toni!

Murderers! You k*lled him!

Toni...

- You--
- Let go of me!

Toni!

Hey!

- Now, now.
- Miss Ritter!

Calm down now.

- That's not what we had in mind.
- I know.

I guess we were wrong.

I... I've got this.

I apologize.

Renate.

She wants to apologize.

Go on and accept it, miss.

We're late.

- There'll be trouble.
- And a great deal of it. Come.

Sit down and wait.

Hang on.

I think I need to...

- Well, if you need to...
- But you've composed yourself?

- Yes.
- See you in there.

A new year, a new case.

Will you fill us in, DS Rath?

Gentlemen, the dead man's name
is Friedhelm Oelschläger.

59 years of age, administrative clerk.

He was admitted this morning, 7 a.m.

The wife states that her husband
was in charge of clubs and associations.

His particular job was to determine

whether a club could be deemed
nonprofit or not.

What else?

We found this... on the body.

Seven applications for nonprofit status
for the year 1931.

None of them processed yet.

It would be rather unusual
for a municipal clerk

to process applications
on New Year's day,

and several of them, no less.

But Oelschläger was no typical clerk.

His lifestyle went far beyond
what his salary would make possible.

His stomach alone contained foods
worth several hundred reichsmark.

- Any suspicions?
- Indeed.

The applicants are all known to us.

It's the heads of the city's
largest Ringvereins.

Immergrün, Berolina, the Rixdorfers,
Libelle, Apachenblut,

Deutsche Eiche and Mitteldeutsch.

That's almost the complete set
of gangsters.

Miss Charlotte....
Did you sleep well?

- Excuse me. I... I--
- Please take a seat.

It's nice to have you in our midst
in the new year, too.

All right, Detective. You will give the
chairmen of these so-called associations

a proper talking-to and grill them.

The officers know
where to find those gentlemen.

Okay, next. Department store g*ng.

One dead at Tietz Department Store.

Where is Böhm, actually?

I don't know.

- No one knows.
- Not one.

Well, Miss Charlotte?

So you're the only one of us who can
report straight from the crime scene.

Yes.

Well... not quite.

- Pardon?
- DS Rath was also there.

Albeit not in his official capacity.

I see?

He was one of the SA's ringleaders
during the riots on Ku'damm.

You are a member
of theSturmabteilung, Detective?

Yes.

You obviously had
more important things to do

than support Miss Ritter with the
investigations at Tietz Department Store.

So, burglary with lethal consequence.

- Have you heard the officers of... of...
- Station 14.

Yes, we have. Their statements match
with that of Officer Ku... Kuschke.

The boy slipped when he tried to escape.

We don't have the autopsy report yet.

- Has he been identified?
- Not yet.

But... we have a witness in custody.

We are hoping to get further details
of the goings-on.

DS Böhm, don't you care about reporting
on your own cases anymore?

On the contrary, sir.

I managed to solve
the department store case.

Well, then, fire away.

This morning, a coat was delivered here
from Tietz Department Store

which had been left at the crime scene
by the burglars.

Oh, right.

We took... I mean, I took the coat
to the records department.

I'm sure you meant to.

And I wonder
why the coat never arrived there.

Maybe Miss Criminal Assistant
can shed some light on this?

- What is this, Böhm?
- I can speak for myself, thank you.

You're quiet
because you have nothing to say.

I concur with DS Rath.
What's the matter with you, Böhm?

Miss Ritter, is this the coat
that was delivered?

- And?
- Böhm, dial down your tone.

We know this coat. All of us
in this room know this coat, don't we?

Miss Ritter used to wear it
almost every day.

This is a run-of-the-mill coat.
Remaining stock from Tietz.

A lot of women bought one.
I know at least two.

Is it yours or not?

No.

If Miss Charlotte says no, she means no.

Correct?

But maybe you also mean yes.

A receipt from the hygiene station
in Berlin-Wedding.

Forced fumigation because of nit
and lice infestation, made out to...

Antonie Ritter.

Antonie Ritter,
isn't she your sister, Miss Ritter?

And is it possible...

that your sister has red hair?

Charlotte?

Just like the witness whom Henning and
Czerwinski took to interrogation room 4,

if I got this right.

- It was your sister?
- Yes, it must have been.

But a more important question is,
where is your sister now?

According to the officer on duty,

she was able to free herself
from the locked room single-handedly,

after she had a chat with you,
Criminal Assistant Ritter, in confidence.

So I ask you again.
Where is your sister now?

With the coat, you clearly withheld
incriminating evidence

in order to divert suspicion
from your sister, which I have proven.

And rest assured,

I will also prove
that you helped your sister escape.

You can bet your life on it.

Is that true?

Did you withhold this coat?

Did you know about this?

Please wait in my office.

Gentlemen, this is regrettable,
but we have to do our job.

I thank you.

- Sir, I--
- Please sit down.

Miss Ritter.

Your behavior doesn't give me a choice.

Your employment
is not subject to civil service law.

Suspension with subsequent disciplinary
action is not possible in your case.

The gravity of your misconduct
is conclusive.

I have to dismiss you.

What?

A return to criminal police service
is impossible.

Your salaries will be stopped as of today.

I will make no secret of the fact
that I am also

personally disappointed in you.

I had believed that you could
become a good police detective.

But I guess I was wrong.

Goodbye.

One more thing.

Yes?

Your badge, please.

I want you to take over
Miss Ritter's tasks for now.

Was that...
was that really the final word?

It very much looks like it.

CINEMA

And did you get the time off?

No.

But I have time now.