04x10 - Episode 38

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We have checked all the
premises for tomorrow's action.

The location of the homicide
squad's conference room

makes it ideal for the meeting.

We'll control the entrance,
disarm the participants.

They all need to be
subject to a body search.

There is only one access
point to homicide.

Inspection A is actually
enclosed like a fortress.

What about this door?

Yes, I know.

Behind Superintendent Böhm's
office, there is a filing room.

It contains all the homicide
squad's cases of the past two years.

The former entrance to
this room was blocked up.

It goes without saying that we'll inspect
everything before the get-together.

The participants will arrive individually
in yard six, at five-minute intervals.

Don't want them to lose
their cool in the yard.

We'll monitor the entrance to homicide
and all the adjacent hallways.

- No one can get in or out.
- I'd prefer the latter.

Afterwards, the participants
are led back to their vehicles

in three-minute intervals
and taken off the premises.

How many men do you
need for this job?

Thanks to the special location
just four. Including myself.

It looks like you've thought
of everything, Detective.

I have to say, I still
feel uneasy about this.

The Berlin police should
focus on their tasks at hand.

Peace-making in the
underworld is not one of them.

I think you're wrong.

Councillor.

The whole thing has what
it takes to be a coup.

For us...

and the city.

All right.

I'm off into my
long weekend then.

And you too, Councillor.

I won't be here,
you won't be here.

If this goes wrong,
you're in for it, Rath.

- And if it goes well?
- Then we've all always known it.

Break a leg.

Mr. President.

I'm cold.

I'm not done
without a wild boar.

I'll be back in an hour.

I'll come with you.

Very well.

Go.

Go away, quickly.

Here?

Here.

There, over there.

Here. Here. It was here, yes.

Mother.

Alfred?

Alfred.

It can only get better now.

The company.

The plants, the property,
it will all be yours now.

Ours.

PAYROLL OFFICE

Thank you.

Next.

Hello, Superintendent.

My salary for last
month wasn't credited.

It wasn't? Let's
take a look then.

- Böhm, right?
- Correct. Böhm.

Wilhelm.

Well, it is quite correct.

Salary is confiscated
by the bank.

- I don't understand.
- Impounded.

Mandatory deposit.

But the bank has already
snared everything off me.

Well. The bank's
directive is unambiguous.

They have a title.

Nothing you can do about it.

But I have to get money for
my work. You do realize that?

Apply for dole money,
Superintendent.

You're not the only one.

- Morning, Superintendent.
- Hello.

What a stinker.

A puke.

Superintendent Böhm?

Do I know you?

No, but I'd like to
make you an offer.

Get lost.

What would you say if all your worries
melted into thin air in one fell swoop?

The debt...

the apartment...

Your wife could come
back and the children.

Who are you?

I just want to help.

- Are you here for something specific?
- We know our way around.

Hang on a minute!

Hey, hey!

- What are you doing here?
- Hang on.

- Get out!
- Hands off.

You can't go in there.

Hands off!

Get out, right now.

- I'm just informing myself.
- Are you now? Can we join in?

Boss.

Detective.

- Take them away and throw them out.
- It's all right. Keep your hat on.

Boys.

Trust is good, but...

Well, you know.

Gentlemen...

Keep going.

- Your name?
- Behnke, Elisabeth.

Continue to the visitors' room.

It appears they operated
very purposefully.

- Nothing is missing, except...
- Exactly that which we need.

First the burglary at my
house, now at our lawyer's.

This is the end, Ms. Elisbeth.

I'll be rotting behind these walls like
Count Monte Christo at Château d'If.

- Why rot? Didn't he get out?
- Yes, but only at the very end.

14 years later, sewn into
someone else's body bag.

I do think we'll
manage some other way.

And sooner.

As soon as Miss Seegers is
back, she can clear this up.

WCOH.

We can only hope.

Mr. Katelbach.

Samuel.

I promise, as long
as you're here,

I won't rent out your room.

And aired once a day, or what?

Do they treat you decently?

As can be expected under the
circumstances. But now that I...

- Eighteen months!
- You mustn't give up hope.

I'll keep on fighting for you.

You're my tower of
strengthy, Ms. Elisabeth.

Are you even aware...

Are you even aware
that the two of us...

are communicating like
Orpheus and Eurydike?

I am your Orpheus.

Elisabeth.

I ask you again.

Do you want to marry me?

- Right, ladies, that's it.
- No, that's impossible!

- I protest!
- I do too.

- In the middle of a proposal.
- Visiting hour is up.

A simple yes or no.

I know it's not particularly
romantic, but...

It goes for you too.

What do you say, Ms. Elisabeth?
Yes or no? Please, quickly.

Yes, well...

So...

Congrats, Katelbach.

Take it. Tobacco is tobacco.

With all due respect, Heymann,
your ciggies are real casket nails.

I'm afraid I can't offer you
a Monte Christo at the moment.

- Don't you Monte Christo me.
- But your widow said yes.

I'm not so sure anymore.

What is it? Afraid of your own courage?
You should be glad, at your age.

The whole situation was
volatile in terms of the time.

That's why I'm so unsure.

So, am I to
congratulate you or...

It all went so fast
all of a sudden.

- You mean visiting hour was up?
- Yes, that's right.

And then Katelbach asked me again,
yes, I remember that, and then...

I was supposed to
say something, and...

I have no idea what
I said, Mr. Litten.

Oh yeah? What was her reply?

That's just the thing.

I'm not so firm on this.

Was it yes...

or was it no?

Or did she say yo?

- You don't remember?
- Is that even possible?

It's possible, yes, but... you have
to admit that it is at least unusual

for such a basic question.

Well, it all went so
slapdash. Like lightning.

All right. He'll be in prison for a
while now, if I understood you right.

That is correct.

The dadline extension was
declined, point blank.

At least, this gives me
some time to mull it over.

Everything must be
carefully considered.

I hope this is acceptable to
you, but I appealed the decision.

Yes, of course.

There is nothing else
we can do for now.

Still nothing from Miss Seegers?

No.

What would you do, Edgar?

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

- I'll exploit all legal means, I promise.
- Very well.

Wegener.

Karl.

Hi, old shallop.
Come on, have a seat.

For me, a cup of Frisian
tea, briefly infused...

Hogwash.

If you get in touch, we need to
celebrate. Two glasses of champagne.

And I'll have some eggs. Right.

Seems really profitable,
your auctions business.

Yes, that's true,
Wegener, that's true.

Formidable. Colossal, actually.

The vultures fight for everything
lambs in need try to get rid of.

Bizarre prices are being
paid for banal works of art.

- For jewellery too, right?
- Yes, of course.

Can't go wrong with gold.

What about diamonds?

Have something in
particular in mind?

Has the confirmed bachelor
possibly chosen a lady?

No.

- To your health.
- Thank you.

Here's to our Germania.

To Germania Nation.

A scoundrel if you're
not sincere about this.

How my heart aches when I can
see the bottom of the glass.

And now for the essence.
Two beers, please.

Hey, what if...

someone approached you
with a genuine rarity.

Let's say a famous
individual piece.

Jewellery? It depends.

- On what exactly?
- On what you mean by famous.

Let's say... a diamond, the...

Blue Rothschild.

Wait. Apart from the fact that this
stone has been lost for over ten years,

I'd send anyone who offers it
to me to a madhouse immediately.

Or better still, to jail.

Why?

I'm an auctioneer and I
don't deal in stolen goods.

What would happen if a
respectable house like mine

puts forward goods of
such questionable fame?

Besides, which prudent
collector would be interested?

You wouldn't hang Mona Lisa
in your lounge, either.

God forbid.

Yes. Just forget it. It was
just an idea among friends.

A stupid idea.

Wegener.

Right.

- Thank you.
- To your health.

Even water becomes a good drop
If you mix it with malt and hop.

How's your wife
and children, Karl?

What's your level of
knowledge? Number two or three?

- Three.
- Formidable.

Progress prevails
here, too, Wegener.

The man on the moon
looks down at me.

It shines right into my soul.

Hey, moon.

You make me all confused.

Whichever secret
I'm trying to hide

You anticipate everything

And know even more.

Shine on it, see me,
make life hard for me

Even when I sleep

You shine through
my dreams, but...

It doesn't get light for me
No, my soul is all the heavier

I climb on rooftops and on trees

And then I don't
climb anymore I fall

Moon, I'm falling, hitting

The cobblestones of
Potsdamer Chaussee

Moon

I don't see anything

Anymore

Bravo, Ms. Korda. Superb.

And then the song.

And then the number
with the wounded moth.

Yes, yes. Very good.

Pardon?

When can I start?

As far as I am concerned, I
could start tonight, no problem.

Ms. Korda...

I'm sorry.

We're not looking
for a singer anymore.

Says who?

Esther, please wait.

Esther.

I'm really very sorry.

But apparently some people
don't want you to be hired here.

If you mean my
husband, Heinrich,

he's dead.

And the other one too.

To me, at least.

And just now you two
pretty ones d*ed too.

Good bye.

Leave the doll.

I have to say, I still
feel uneasy about this.

The Berlin police should
focus on their tasks at hand.

Peace-making in the
underworld is not one of them.

- The boy on the roof, right.
- Benni.

Was he your boyfriend?

I'm sorry.

You can stay here, Toni.

But I don't know how much longer I
can afford this place, broke as I am.

And without work...

Don't worry about it.

I won't stay long.

I'll find something,
don't worry.

Just like that, yeah?

Look at yourself. Tall as you
are, you need to rent a tower.

I was thinking of
the water tower.

- I thought you don't smoke.
- It's for later.

I spoke with a woman from
welfare. Her name is Helfers.

I know her.

She told me about a rural school,
very posh. Lake Tegel, some island.

It's all the rage.

You don't just study there,
you also play and sing.

Yeah, for sure. Me and singing.

She might be able
to get you a place.

I won't go into a home.

Into none of them.

- Not even if it's all the rage.
- It's not a home.

- Toni, it's a chance.
- I won't go into no chance, either.

They can do it better than me.

And you might become something
proper at some point.

Like what?

President of the police?

No.

The boss of all of it.

It was my fault
you lost your job.

You won't ever forgive
me for that, will you?

That's old news.

It's better this way.

Come on. And your
pretty detective.

What are you on about?

It's as plain as the
nose on your face.

What if?

Tell me.

It's all still inconnu.

- Uncertain.
- As usual, right?

No.

Somehow, it's different.

Let's go downstairs to Jackie's.

- Have some leftovers.
- Yes.

Lotti?

Thank you.

- Evening, angel.
- How did it go?

Don't ask.

Have you eaten?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Nice one.

A telegram arrived.

From America.

Bellmann?

Hollywood is great, stop. Artists
of your caliber wanted, stop.

Can you picture moving here?

What does it say?

Let's go.

Böhm.

- Arms control.
- Put your g*ns in here, please.

Arms out.

- I'll check you anyway.
- Easy, kiddo.

Arms control.

- Put your g*ns in here, please.
- Don't have any.

Hey, take your paws off.

Arms control.

Any weapons?

Please follow me.

- Please put your g*ns in here.
- g*ns out, put them there.

Go on.

Faster.

Ladies, gentlemen.

We all appreciate you accepting
this unusual invitation.

Before I leave you to it, let me clarify
the stance of the police once more.

None of the violent and criminal
altercations of the past days and weeks

will go unpunished,

no matter what possible agreement
you may come to tonight.

We will diligently and
with all due severity

solve every single death
and every single crime.

And now seize this
unique opportunity...

and make peace.

You have exactly three hours.

We'll check out the joint
once more, all right?

Right. Let's get started.

Colleagues, companions...

friends, enemies.

Kings of Berlin.

That we all came together tonight in
order to negotiate really is unique.

It's a moment we
should take seriously.

Bob.

Else.

Adolf.

Ede.

How could it all
have got this far?

So unreasonable,
unfortunate, unnecessary.

We all...

We don't just harm each other,

we are destroying a system
which we painstakingly built.

If someone had told me a year ago
that we would be sitting here...

in the Red Fortress, seeing
all our hopes dashed,

I wouldn't even have sh*t them.

There are many opportunities,

but one like this most
likely only today.

What I'm trying to say...

I think we all
lost in this game.

All of us sitting here.

And losing is not
exactly our strong point.

- Least of all mine.
- Let's start with who k*lled Oelschläger.

- I'd like to know too.
- We didn't do it.

Took him out for sure.

Calm down, Else.
That's why we are here.

- What about you, Bob?
- I have nothing to do with it.

But it smacks of
your MO, my friend.

This is outrageous.

What's going on?

Mr. Gräf! Who arranged this?

- I can't let you in, I'm afraid. I...
- What's going on?

I can't explain it right now
but you have to believe me...

What's with all the g*ns?

- The president...
- Oh, the president.

- I would know about this!
- Böhm!

What is this?

- A hostile takeover by the Ringvereins?
- You can't go in there.

Kindly let me pass.

This is a concerted action.
Everything is under control.

This can't be true. You
won't let me into my office

because there's a bunch of
lousy criminals in there.

How dare you!

Let go of me!

No. You can't go
in there right now.

I won't tell on you, Böhm.

What?

No one will hear it from
me that you sleep in there.

That you no longer
have a place to live.

Let's get this over with.

What can you do?

I loved him.