01x04 - Episode 4

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Previously on Babylon Berlin.

What happened? Can you hear me?

I'll get help.

Please.

- Twelve transcripts...
- Me!

- Her with the green hat, please.
- You.

Look at the tramp. Always
a tenner in her pocket.

- Come on, say it again.
- Lotte!

You're on the game but
go all sensitive on me?

There is lots of trouble
awaiting us on May First.

It is our duty

to build a bulwark
against anarchy.

The train crossed the
border this morning.

It's coming straight to Berlin!

WAYBILL

You were wonderful, ma chère.

Give me the papers.

I'll k*ll you.

Arrest him!

What's on that train?

What's in this wagon, tell us.

It's the Sorokin's gold.

The city of Berlin

Has been sung about before

By people who've long been
buried under the green grass

To us, they're but memories now

As if mother read
fairy tales to us

Some love it

Others slag it off

Some things are gone

Which once created a stir

But some things today

Are the same as yesterday

This is Berlin

The way it cries and laughs

This is Berlin

The way it cries and laughs

Come out, come out
for May the First!

Come out, come out
for May the First!

Come out, come out...

HERMANNPLATZ, NEUKÖLLN,
BERLIN 1 MAY, 1929

Come out, come out
for May the First!

NOW BUILDING KARSTADT
HERMANNPLATZ

Come out for May the First!
International solidarity!

International solidarity...

Free the people!

Free the people...

We have rights!

Let us pass!

Let us pass!

Berlin stays red!
Berlin stays red...

What is it? Afraid?

You stay here.

Attention.

Berlin stays red!
Berlin stays red!

Freeze!

Holy cow. Did you
want to muscle in?

I'm afraid we have to go.
Duty calls.

Right, ladies.

We're searching the SO36 area,
segment two, for illegal firearms.

- Let's do it.
- Yes, sir. Let's go!

Get back in the flat!

Right, comrades. Roundup.

House search.

Get out of the way.

Get out.

- Come with us.
- What is is?

- Shut up!
- What do you want from me?

SEARCH WARRANT

- Do you live alone?
- Yes.

- When were you born?
- In 1837.

Up, up. I'll take
the fourth floor.

Thirty-two flats, and only one
single 18th century musket.

That's a bit poor
for a red capital.

They all knew we were coming.

Yes, of course. The
question is, how.

Get out of here. They're
already on Weserstrasse.

They'll sh**t!

Take cover!

They're sh**ting everyone!
Come on!

Holy smoke.

Go, go!

They're with us!

Get down, they're sh**ting!

Get down!

And they sh**t, just like this?

How would they know
we're not reds?

Hermann! Hermann!

Go inside! Go inside!

Go inside!

Help!

Hermann! Help!

Hermann!

Hurry up, boy!

Good lord, they are
spoiling for a fight.

Help!

We need help!

Here!

Come in here!

Help!

Anni.

I have to... right now...

Get some towels, quick.

Calm down.

Breathe calmly. Look at me.

Yes, that's good.

Very good. Good.

You're beautiful.

You too. You're very beautiful.

You're shaking.

I'm cold, too.

Stay here.

Stay here! Don't let go.

sh*t.

Is there a doctor around?

Number 61, across the street.

Take cover, get down! They're
sh**ting everywhere!

Let me out. Let me out now!

I was hit! No! No!

Come in here!

What kind of dirty
bastards are you?

In here, come on! Quick! Run!

Come on, girl.

It's spring.

You can't give up now.

You'll want to go out
into the warm air, right?

The pretty boy will be
back with a doctor.

And in three weeks' time
you'll see each other.

You'll go dancing.

At the blossom
festival in Werder.

There's a woman bleeding
out across the street.

At number 71. b*ll*ts
lodged in her back.

Therese, you carry on.

A sad occasion, doctor.

It's never been very
nice to see you.

Doctor, I'm glad you're here.

You found just the right one.

- Why?
- What happened?

Doctor for the poor. Member of the
KP, council member for Kreuzberg.

They were sh*t down
like sparrows.

By whom? The police?

- Hang on, comrade. Nobody saw that.
- How would you know?

We were there. We were
nearly k*lled ourselves.

But you weren't.

We wouldn't sh**t innocent
women off balconies.

The blood is not even dry yet and
you're already covering it up.

Covering it up?

What are you doing here?
You're a vice copper.

You're a police officer?

Doris.

A refill.

- Good God, what a load.
- Indeed.

We're sitting in a gold mine.

How long was it?

Eleven hours this time.
That's 8.80 marks.

- You'll get it.
- And Gräf's autograph.

- You need what?
- Signature.

- Oh, right. I'll do it later.
- But do it.

- Yes, I will.
- And the money.

Go home, ladies.

All birds have flown the nest. There's
no one here to give you work.

There is. A recording
clerk for homicide.

Here!

It's an autopsy. So not someone
prone to fainting, OK?

So, who dares to do it?

It's better than nothing.

I'll do it.

I'll pick it up later, OK?

Fine.

This is my train, my goods which
I ordered and have paid for.

If German customs don't release
the goods immediately,

this will have consequences,
you dilettante.

You think it's such a simple matter.
But the Russians gave us hell...

The train is from Russia.

The Russians loaded it. Don't
give me that garbage. Wegener.

- Tell me what's going on.
- I'm afraid it's the Russians.

- Told you so.
- What about them? What do they want?

They want to check the freight.

Until this is resolved,

the Soviet Union has a legal claim
on the contents of the train.

How is this possible?

They suspect we were
smuggling something.

From Russia, here?

I'm sure we can clear this up.
Come on, let's check the details.

Now I have to justify myself only because
some obscure Communists claim something.

Hello, Mr. Nyssen.

Have you met? The People's Deputy
Trokhin from the Soviet Embassy.

Hello.

Mr. Nyssen, please don't
misunderstand our intervention.

We don't want to stop the exchange
of goods between our countries.

- But you are doing just that.
- There is one wagon on this train

which has a different
freight than the others.

Just one single one.

What does it contain?

My government hasn't authorized me to tell
you. At the moment, it's only a suspicion.

All this fuss because
of a suspicion?

- Yes.
- Do you know what this freight is worth?

Each day that the train
sits here costs a fortune.

If suspicion is not
enough for you...

you can go to the police.

Which wagon is it? Just
tell us the wagon number.

I am here to find that out.

Here, sign this.

So you get your things back.

So, which one is it?

Nobody knows. The freight
documents have disappeared.

What? Why?

There was an incident
when the train arrived.

The driver ran off
with the papers.

I beg your pardon?

Can't the wagon be
identified right here?

- How do you want to do this?
- We look into them.

As you know, these wagons contain
highly toxic pesticides.

We can't check them here.

Somewhere, you can open them up.

Yes.

At our facility in Zossen.

We've got a shed
for such purposes.

Take the wagons there.

- You have the necessary skilled workers?
- Yes, of course.

But not before Monday.

Very well. Organize it. And we
will be present at the check.

Seriously, this is number 12,
number 13, and it's only midday.

She's on you like a tick.

You can't stop me from taking
part in the autopsy...

Right, right!

What in God's name is going on?

- I can tell you that.
- No, you won't.

Ah, it's Ms. Stalina in person.

In the name of so-called democracy,
innocent people are ex*cuted and...

- Stop the slander.
- These two women

were sh*t by
out-of-control police.

You paint the enemy
where you want him.

sh**t first, ask second,
that's how it works here

- when workers exercise their rights.
- You know nothing about this.

You're turning a blind eye on everyone
who is openly breaking the law.

What law did they break exactly?

- Agitator.
- Cover-upper.

- Subversive.
- m*rder*r!

- Bruno!
- That's enough.

Put them up here.
Left-hand corner.

Exactly where they belong.

Here we go again! Put them in
the centre of the table then.

Hang on.

I have no use for you
in here, doctor.

I won't leave these people
alone with the victims.

No, please. How am I supposed
to work with all that racket?

I'm staying.

This is my dissecting room

and I decide who gets
to dissect with me.

Not you!

Look, it's the
doctor for the poor.

Traffic police, what
are you doing here?

Lunch break. It's so cosy here.

Why are you bringing a
broad to an autopsy?

Seriously, do you have to?

Everyone else is busy.

Why do you have two bodies?
None of your business.

Bruno, why don't you go to the
canteen and order a burger?

They taste like the
smell in here.

So, what does our canal
swimmer tell us?

Am I the autopsy express? This
is rush hour traffic today.

But judging by his
skull I'd say...

he looks like Slavic.

Maybe Russian.

That man was a Russian.

At least he spoke Russian.

I see. And who are you?

Gereon Rath, special
investigator from Cologne.

What does a Cologne special investigator
know about a body from a Berlin canal?

That man broke into
my flat last night.

At Elisabeth's place?
Did he steal anything?

What did he want?

Something from the previous
tenant, a certain Mr. Kardakov.

When he tried to escape, he was pushed
into a car and threatened with a g*n.

- What make?
- Could have been a Tatra.

Sounds like a Russian affair.

Maybe.

His hands didn't look
like this yesterday.

What happened?

Massive contusions. Must
have been under a car.

Doesn't look like
an accident though.

I beg your pardon.

- So...
- You mean this was done to him?

Well, the injuries
look even, don't they?

Girl, have you just learned to talk
or why are you blabbing on? Get out.

What about your previous
tenant, what was his name?

I said get out!

Kardakov. That's all I know.

My landlady didn't know him very
well, either, but I might...

You might confirm
this guy is Russian?

- Yes.
- Very well.

Let's write that down.
Case closed.

Your students can turn this Bolshevik
into burgers or something.

Excuse me, but this man
may have been tortured.

In Berlin, the Russians off each other
around the clock. Every man for himself.

One is a Trotskyite,
the other Leninist,

Stalinist, anarchist or even tsarist.
It's too confusing.

The more of them go,
the better for us.

I'll address the autopsy report
to you, Detective Sergeant?

- You can stuff it.
- Goodbye, Mr. Criminal.

If we had a special squad
for each dead Russian...

What's this?

No idea. A four?

A ten-pack of Overstolz.

- One fifty.
- And I'll have a newspaper.

- A Morgenpost.
- Thank you.

BLOODY RIOTS IN
KREUZBERG AND WEDDING

- For you?
- A two-pack of Havana Gold, please.

That's 1.50.

You smoke cigars?

Oh. It's for the boss.

I don't envy you.

Oh, he's not always like this.

- You mean, he's actually a nice guy?
- No.

But sometimes he's less gruff.

Well, then. We can
ignore the odd m*rder.

I don't like it, either.

That man was scared.

He wasn't a tough guy. I
realized that too late.

You want to investigate?

It's not that simple.
It's your department.

But no one would ask any questions
if you did some research.

My boss would ask.

He doesn't have to know.

- Cigarette?
- Thank you.

For better times.

Alright. So what else does your
landlady know about this Kardakov?

You remembered the name.

I've got two ears.

So?

Not much.

Allegedly, he's on tour. But
he didn't take his suitcase.

Interesting.

I have to go.

I'll be in touch.

Alright.

And thank you again.

For the other day.

- Traitor!
- What is going on?

- You'll pay for this.
- Why weren't you at the station?

You're asking me?

They were all k*lled
because of you.

- They're all dead!
- What? Who?

Nadia, Nikolayev, Sergey,

Misha, Yuri, Vladimir.

They are all on your conscience.

- Where is the damned Kn*fe?
- It was Boris.

The train driver betrayed us.

He wanted it all for himself,
to take the gold to Paris.

He fled and left me there...

I'll k*ll you, you whore!

And I was arrested.

Look.

From the police.
Where is the gold?

The gold is there.

I was in the wagon.
I saw it myself.

Lyosha, please believe me.
The train is at the station.

Dearest, nothing is lost yet.
Please believe me.

My love.

Did you really think
I could betray you?

Look at me.

You really thought I could
do something like this?

Yes?

Yes.

No.

They k*lled them all.

They k*lled them all.

Forgive me.

I'LL SEW ANYTHING WORK WANTED

SHOEMAKER LOOKING FOR
EMPLOYMENT LOOKING FOR WORK

- Can you watch this for me?
- Yes, sure.

Don't you recognize me anymore?

Kinderland holiday in '22.

Greta!

Greta Overbeck from
Gröningshusen on Darss?

What are you doing in Berlin?

Well...

I... I'm on my lunch
break, are you hungry?

Me? No, thanks, I've eaten.

Come on, it's on me.

- I only came here because of him.
- I see.

Anyway, suddenly Alfons disappeared
off the face of the Earth.

Simply gone.

Somehow I've heard
this story before.

My parents had
warned me about him.

And the only one I met through
Alfons was an older gentleman.

A famous author, I
won't tell you who.

Go on.

- No.
- Yes.

- Him?
- Yes.

He helped me at first.

Then he asked me if I wanted
to do his flat for him.

Very gently, like.
In a fatherly voice.

Two days later I was back on the street.
And I'm still there.

No one takes on a maid without
a first-hand recommendation.

Would you know something?

Maybe. Yes.

At least you had a bit of luck.

Charlotte Ritter, what was it again?
Assistant investigator?

Correct. And if I put some work into
it, I can even become an inspector.

With the homicide squad?

That'll be 60 pfennigs.

Some of the guys are
pretty strange,

but my boss trusts me blindly.

Thank you.

And do you get to see the...
those that were m*rder*d?

The m*rder victims? Of course.

I'm always first on the scene,
me and the detective sergeant.

Gruesome stuff sometimes.
Recently we had one with no head.

- The axe was still there.
- No!

Then we found the head later.
You won't believe where.

Where?

Excuse me.

Oh, it's... one o'clock already.

I have to run.

But listen, are you up
for going dancing later?

Alright.

At Moka Efti,
Friedrichstrasse, 9 p.m.

I'm glad you're here.

Department A. Homicide
and Aggravated as*ault.

Miss Isolde, did you do the
two transcripts I asked for?

Please go downstairs
for your money.

Hello.

This is really scary.

Miss Isolde. What is it?

I have a question.

How do you become an
assistant investigator?

- Did you finish school?
- Elementary school.

I'd say write an application.

- Vicky, the Huber file.
- Just like that?

Yes, I'm coming.

- To whom?
- The female police.

- Who else?
- Female police?

What do they do?

They question and deal with sexual
and vice offenses of minors.

I want the homicide squad.

You want the homicide squad?

They don't have any women.
Only as typists.

Where do I get those
application forms?

Personnel office.

Thank you.

Forgive me, Sveta.

I saw it all happening.
I could do nothing.

Calm down.

We'll find a way.

You have me.

We'll get the gold.

Trotsky will destroy Stalin.

With our help.

With our gold.

Yes, the Russians met
here a few times.

His organization is called "Red Fortress".
Thanks. For the best socialism ever.

They were all fervent Trotskyites.
Does that mean anything to you?

It's a communist
faction, against Stalin.

They want to free their
country from his yoke.

"Stalin is the gravedigger
of the revolution."

You speak Russian?

It's essential if you're interested
in the giants. Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.

I personally think Gulanin
is underestimated.

It was wrong to
forget about him.

Through my room! Thank
God I wasn't there.

Yes, good thing you weren't there and
I had to deal with him on my own.

Please, Ms. Elisabeth, I
didn't mean it like that.

No, I'm sure you would
have driven him away.

That's right, with the
stench of my un-aired room.

Bloody May! Police! Bloody May!
Police!

Don't touch the car, get back!

Murderers!

Charlotte! This way!

It's great, right?

Look at this.

Can I try it on?

Thank you.

Go on, take it.

- Can you afford this?
- No.

You are wanted.

Where?

He's already here. First
room on the left.

I'll explain later.
Won't take long.

What about you? Don't
tell me you're a virgin.

No, I'm Capricorn.

- Where's the Widow?
- I'm the substitute.

What do you want from her?

- I've got someone for her.
- She'll be back tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

What? Have you never seen
a man in an armchair?

I'm not available for
detective sergeants.

Don't worry.

- I only do standard dances.
- Forget it.

I'm not a whore.

You're not registered,
that's true.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll look at paragraph
361/6 of the criminal code.

Then you'll know you
have to register...

for your job here.

Meaning you'll register with us.

With the vice squad.

I was just here by accident.

That's also a solution.
Smart child.

But you don't want me to take
this place apart, right?

You'd be back on the street,
hunting for clients.

Let's deal with this
just the two of us.

Right now.

Go on, let's dance.

Come on now.

No.

Excuse me, miss.

Your dress is fantastic.
Do you want to dance?

Miss, are you accompanied?

Is that it?

Not quite.

You and the posh Cologne guy...

I saw you flirting
with him already.

That gentleman is a bit too
curious for my liking.

What's that to do with me?

Find out what he's looking for.

Why should I do that?

Because otherwise all this will be
in your certificate of good conduct.

That's not clean, anyway.

But it has to be if you want to
keep working for the police.

Can you do something about that?

I could have a look.

I have this letter in Russian.
Can you tell me what it says?

I won't tell you the intimate conversation
between my flatmate and his lover.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

Because you'll arrest
me if I don't?

That's right.

Alright, if you insist.

Ready?

Darling, please pick up my
dress from the cleaners.

Kisses, S.

Svetlana Sorokina. Who is she?

Kardakov's lover, like I said.

He went round her place a lot.

As you know, Mrs. Behnke
doesn't like lady visitors.

I don't like the
ladies that visit you.

What about family?

Where would that get us?
They have hotels for that.

Behnke speaking. One
moment, please.

Mr. Rath? It's for you.

The chief of police.

Rath.

It's me. Who?

I wanted to ask if you have
looked into the previous tenant.

That's what you're calling for?

I wanted to take advantage
of the office phone.

If there is anything that needs
to be done, I am available.

Actually, I have
something for you.

Kardakov's lover lives
at Meraner Strasse

number seven. Svetlana Sorokina.
Write it down.

- Consider it done.
- Go check it out tomorrow, OK?

Do you know the Aschinger inn?

Is the earth round?
Yes, of course.

I'll meet you there for lunch
tomorrow at one o'clock p.m.

Yes, fine.

Talk soon.

I'm meeting him. Tomorrow at 1 p.m.
at Aschinger's.

Good.

And where will we meet?

Here, of course.

Come on.

At least 200 dead.

I can't imagine that.

I don't believe Mr. Rath has
anything to do with that.

- But he was on duty in Kreuzberg today.
- Samuel, enough of that, OK?

Well, what will we do with the
other half of the evening?

Are you together?

Good.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

- No children?
- No.

I'm sorry, we're full up.

Only women with
children for tonight.

Hello?

Put me through to
the Soviet embassy.

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

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