04x04 - Episode 32

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I take it, from your conspicuous

indifference,

that you have nothing further to

contribute to the proceedings.

Nothing, however,

is more than a little.

- He can talk!

I am a rightfully convicted criminal.

- I don't deny anything.

- He doesn't deny anything!

Well, why should he?

He was rightfully sentenced

by the District Court of Berlin

on 26th October 1930.

And since then he's been free

on his own recognisance.

He's probably been

laughing into his hands.

After committing the most abominable

offences against children

a so-called court gave him

a suspended sentence

and released him back

into the population.

And why is he crying now?

- Why is he crying?

I'll never do it again.

I promise.

- I swore it!

- And the court believed you!

And that's why the amiable judge

in Berlin also said

that he didn't have

to be on too tight a leash.

trivial offence like child abuse!

He had no idea of the existence of

the White Hand,

the true court that meets in

these halls

to close up all the loopholes

that insects like this one have been

crawling through for years!

In the name of the White Hand,

here and today we issue a revised

judgment against Theodor Kroll:

Due to repeated serious abuse

of minors,

The verdict will be enforced

immediately!

In the name of the German people,

right follows wrong.

Right follows wrong!

- After barbarism comes order.

- After barbarism comes order!

- After weakness comes strength.

- After weakness comes strength!

Executioner, do your duty.

Uncle.

Welcome to your homeland!

Look at him!

He's become a real American.

- Avreml Goldstein.

- No, not Avremi, not Goldstein.

These days I'm called Gold. Abe Gold.

- Gold? Without "Stein?"

- Without "Stein?"

Fine, come on,

we'll get a taxi outside.

- How was America?

- Nothing without you.

Are you a capitalist now?

In Moscow we're building

even bigger skyscrapers.

Number 12 please.

Do you have what I asked you for?

Were you with him?

- Jealous?

- Answer me!

A couple of times.

How many?

The party comes first, then your

controller, and lastly yourself.

Your words, comrade.

I missed you.

Look at this.

The woman.

Yes.

- That's it.

- The one and only.

Nyssen. You know these people?

Depends what "know" means.

They buy their jewellery from me.

- No, no, no, no.

There is no "we."

The Rothschild was my father's.

And it's mine.

But your father,

may he rest in peace,

wanted that it was returned

to our community!

No. Perhaps he said that,

but he didn't mean it. Believe me.

- My father sleeps with the fishes.

But his grave is in Berlin.

An empty one.

- This is your business, isn't it?

- Hooligans.

It'll soon be cleaned up,

swept up and beautiful.

Come on.

A stone like that does not

belong to one man.

You are sinning.

What?

That's really your final word?

I'm afraid so.

Then good luck finding the stone.

- I won't help you.

- Sure.

Welcome to the 21st hour of the first

Berlin Ladies' Dance-Marathon!

Outside a new day is starting, but in here

we are ruled by the unending night.

Morning, Heini.

How much did we make last night?

2.400.

Is that all? How can that be?

Half the city's passed through here.

Thanks!

- Rudi, my hero!

- Always at your service.

- I called in sick for the whole day.

- Lovely.

See you, Reinhold.

- Keep going!

- I'll try!

Good luck!

Well, would you like

a little refreshment?

- What's that?

Really?

- Give it here.

I think it would be best

if we greeted the new day

with a fresh breeze

and with a little more speed!

Hello number 42, don't forget to dance,

you're sleeping on your feet!

Good morning, number 16!

Hello! Wake up, number 39!

Extra round for the audience!

The clock is ticking.

All couples come into the circle.

39 is out!

42 is holding up well.

16 is finished!

Congratulations, number 42!

The others are eliminated.

And it continues for everyone.

Don't worry, the break won't last long!

- Your cocaine sucks.

- What? That cannot be.

It's medical quality, direct from

- I need a break.

- I like it when you cling on to me.

Is Doris still there?

Yes.

And the professional?

- Who?

- The tall one, 14.

Sadly she is too.

- Tell me a story.

- What, real or made up?

Theory or fact?

Well, the main thing is

that you start somewhere.

Recently, the boy,

Yes?

We're letting lots of cases go that

actually deserve to be investigated.

Dr. Schwarz says: Cases that cause

more trouble than they solve,

and in the end, none are like that.

And you?

Me? I swore an oath, on Hippocrates.

It applies to the living

same as the dead.

And what was up with the boy?

The hands looked like

they'd been stepped on.

- Really stepped on.

- I know, and?

I can't explain it any other way.

- A m*rder case?

- I say yes.

- And your boss?

- Says no. You were there.

doesn't pretend to be anything else.

Where can I find

Colonel Wendt, please?

In the saloon.

Colonel Wendt?

Arndt Scheer, SA-member,

Berlin-Hellersdorf South.

Yes, and?

My father was a grenadier in three

infantry divisions

and was in all three campaigns

in Pomerania.

What was his name?

Lieutenant Colonel Scheer. Wilhelm.

A great loss,

the death of your father.

He believed in a Germany

that many have started to forget.

He told me a lot about you, Colonel.

Yes?

Sit down for a moment,

keep me company.

No, I don't want to disturb you.

I only want to express my admiration.

Admiration?

My father told me once, how you

rescued his unit from an ambush.

Faced the enemy without hesitation,

all your men with iron resolve.

I've always pictured you as a kind of role

model, like you were for my father.

Take a seat. Waiter?

Coffee? Beer?

- Beer.

- Very good, sir.

Who are you doing this for?

Sorry?

I can recognise a speech that has

hostile intentions at its root.

Its construction is good, my boy,

but transparent.

On whose behalf are you here?

Stennes.

And what is the aim?

To damage your reputation and

thereby ensure that you're fired.

- Long term.

- And short term?

To set Stennes free.

Enjoy.

- You can go?

- Waiter?

Didn't you hear me?

I love and hate this task.

Ah, yes?

Yes, because my admiration

for you is real.

I was glad to be able to speak to you

heartbroken

that this should happen to you.

- But orders are orders.

- Yes.

Now I'm almost relieved

about failing.

Enjoy.

I don't want to interfere in your

research in any way, gentlemen.

I'd much rather broaden the remit.

And I'm sure I'm not

the first that, gratefully,

has been thrown in this direction.

What if nobody sits here?

What if the target of this rocket

or Warsaw?

And the top part

houses a detonator

behind which a ton of dynamite

Or more?

Well, any m*llitary use should be

well thought out.

It's definitely possible to develop

the rocket in that direction,

if we were in the position to

convince the defence minister.

If we were the first to develop

a rocket of this type,

the result would be enormous m*llitary

potential for the German empire,

and astoundingly lucrative business

for Nyssen Ltd.

Convincing the ministry and General

Seegers won't be a problem.

Well, first of all, the launch pad

would need to be changed.

For this purpose they would

be need to be more flexible.

The wobble clock register

will have to be doubled,

and the trombone inner tract

and fracturing pistons

integrated into the hull.

Can you explain it in more detail?

Gentlemen.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you?

- Quite the opposite, my dear.

Take a seat.

Let me introduce

Doctor Litten, state laywer.

Commissioner Rath.

- A pleasure.

- I've heard a lot about you.

Tomorrow Mr. Litten is going

to this ridiculous trial.

Yes, that I've already heard of too.

Perhaps you can convince them to turn

up in person tomorrow?

- I've already said I'll be there.

- But Heymann hasn't!

Justice building,

the air there is so bad,

my nose and throat

immediately swell up!

- Don't start up with that again.

- Yes, yes.

Calm down. We'll bend the knee.

- Gentlemen, excuse me.

- See you tomorrow, Doctor.

The Commissioner wants

our expertise.

What's it about?

I'm investigating a case that involves

the ring clubs and the boxing scene.

What exactly do you want to know?

the Ring clubs involved in this?

What rules are the fights

organised under?

- OK. But quickly. I have 10 minutes.

- Waiter!

Bring us three large black coffees

with a sh*t.

- Very good, sir.

- And what do you have there?

Sportgazette?

Very good, give it here.

Secondly, exactly six of the 12 Berlin

Ring Clubs that are also boxing clubs.

Every club has its own

boxers under contract.

The boxing clubs also

host the fights in Berlin.

- That much I know.

- Well done.

Tonight: Katsche Kroner versus

Kurti the "Hammer" Schulz.

Kroner belongs to

Red Hugo from the Immertreu,

and Schulz to Weintraub

and the Rixdorfern.

This kind of fight is something like

the high mass of their guild.

A holy mass.

But, above all, everyone that goes

to these fights also bets on them.

And that's how they make money.

every, and it really is every amount,

is accepted by the bookies.

Victory, knockout, points,

whatever you like.

Naturally, all the ring clubs want

a piece of the pie,

but the biggest fish in the pond,

or the batter,

is Weintraub. Walter Weintraub

from the Rixdorfer Ring.

Since the death of the Armenian.

Ever since the Armenian passed on,

Weintraub has been the boss of

the biggest game in town.

His venues, his bets.

A well-oiled machine.

The closest person at the moment is

Hugo Wannmacher from the Immertreu.

Evening, gentlemen!

Also known as Red Hugo.

Well, how are the bets looking?

16:1. For your Rubber-Hammer there.

- I'll check if the coast is clear.

- Did you hear that, Katsche?

- The odds are against you.

- People think you're going to go down.

The people know nothing about boxing.

I'll knock you down

as easily as breathing.

Yeah, with your rubber arm?

Calm down!

Kurti, calm down, calm down.

Come on, sit down.

Look at me, Kurti, let it go.

You can hit him in the nuts soon.

- Yeah.

- Go out there and do it.

The people out there don't

want to be bored, heh?

And you, leave him alive, OK?

"Leave him alive."

Did you hear that?

Who has an interest in messing with

Weintraub's business?

That's the wrong question.

Anyway, it's obvious that the m*rder

of the one civil servant

that's responsible for the clubs

slightly messes up the delicate

structure of the clubs.

You see, the Berlin ring clubs

can be divided into two types.

The Northern clubs are controlled

by the Eisen-Else.

That includes Red Hugo,

Blind Bob, Ede the Kn*fe,

and a few smaller fish that

are bored of the middle German ring.

And the South swear their loyalty to

Weintraub.

Clubs such as "Libelle,"

"Apachenblut" and "Deutsche Eiche."

From Robert the Rat

to Adolf the Muscles.

United in mutual dislike of

and shared dependency

from the Berlin administration,

because they all need a stamp of

approval from the city.

will have become an enemy of

the whole underworld.

On the contrary.

Watch who's there tonight.

All the Godfathers will be there,

like we said,

the Holy Mass of the underworld.

And a fight worth watching

carries on above it.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Boxing fans, we come to

the main match of the evening.

Welcome both boxers!

Even though everyone

knows who's going to win.

Who's that then?

The gigolo Kroner

against the Hammer?

8Please, that's not a boxing match,

that's a m*ssacre.

- A m*ssacre on Kroner?

- Definitely.

Schulz is a caveman.

What he does has

nothing to do with boxing.

Ah, yes?

Yes! when he punches, they feel it

in their teeth in the sixth row.

Does Weintraub control the fights?

I mean: Does he postpone fights?

In the rules, the fights are clean. Nobody

would bet if they were fixed, right?

Yes, you can imagine

how it rattles in the box.

- What about this evening?

- Schulz versus Kroner?

Clean, I'd say.

Yes, yes.

- Kroner will win.

- Third round.

- Knockout victory.

- My man are standing by.

Last bets, gentlemen!

Close the booths.

- 5,000 on Katsche.

- Get back! Get back!

- 2 on Katsche.

- 3 on Katsche.

I'm betting on Katsche.

KO in round three.

- All that on Kroner?

- Yes.

- Get back!

- Get a move on!

- Everything on Katsche Kroner.

- On Katsche Kroner, KO in round 3.

Betting's over! Betting's over!

No further bets can be placed!

No further bets can be placed!

Seconds out! Round one!

Fist-fighting, Commissioner,

is a power fight,

a masculine dance.

Only in the ring can you see

the virility of men

in its purest form.

The most beautiful virtues of our

gender come to the fore:

The experience of pain

Entry into the male world

ritually performed in the ring.

Representing we mortals,

Achilles and Hector fight.

Visible, simple,

and understandable to all.

The time without words

begins with a clang of a bell.

Silence returns.

The only speech is through the fists.

Seconds out! Round three!

- Boss! Boss!

- What is it?

Something's up. Some guys have

suddenly bet on Katsche. Huge sums!

3rd round by KO.

- All on third round, KO?

- No.

How much?

Come on.

40,000.

Add the odds were at 1:16.

Like I said, at its basis the most

beautiful thing in the world.

Unless the fight is fixed.

sh*t, sh*t!

Boss!

8Kurti! Kurti! Kurti!

Don't mess up now! Kurti!

You have to win!

Now.

You must win! Kurti!

You must win!

What?

- Three.

- Get up!

- Get up!

- Get up, Kurti!

Ten. Out!

The Katsche!

Yes, that's how you do it!

Diego. Did you see that?

Did you see that?

I'mma get that pig.

- You are on thin ice.

- Come on, stop it! Go away!

This is simply business.

Pal, you fixed the match!

You bet 40.000 Mark against me

behind my back.

Or how else can you

explain this sh*t to me?

- Move!

- This man, do you know who it is?

- The one with the red hat?

- Yes.

That's Red Hugo.

I swear, Walter, I didn't have

Mr. Wannenmacher?

Hugo Wannenmacher of the Immertreu?

- Good evening, Mr. Weintraub.

- Evening.

- Who wants to know?

- Rath, Criminal Police.

Please come to my office

tomorrow morning at 10am.

For questioning.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a victor by KO in round three!

From Berlin, Katsche Kroner!

Are you an idiot or what?

Don't try to rip me off, you ape.

Don't try to rip me off.

But that's what happened!

He came just before the fight.

When everyone was outside.

Yes, and he said

he came on your orders.

He said it was a trick, an American trick!

Because of the odds.

Who? Who was it?

- Some man, oldish.

- Yankee!

Yes, an American!

No, he wasn't American,

the trick is American.

Or at least that's what I thought.

He was a lanky guy, like a ghost.

And you just believed him?

Just like that?

Katsche, you said you knew him!

I did not say I knew him!

I only said that

I thought I knew him.

You believed this dandy just like that?

Or so we thought.

Neither of you can think!

Up there, where the brain is in other

people, in yours there's just jelly!

Red jelly!

We're still not out of the line of

fire regarding the Tietz burglary!

But we really did only

put the banner up!

We don't know anything about

the break-in.

It was pure coincidence that

we were on the same roof!

The Bolshevik press says otherwise,

that we're thieves. Do you get it?

We now know where they

are hanging around, the ticks.

- Which "ticks?"

- The thieves.

- Particularly the redhead.

- You'd better find her, dammit!

- Where have you looked so far?

- Everywhere!

- Yes.

- Yes.

The Topp-Keller club?

- The tannery?

- Yes sir!

Mother Litzen?

The redheaded girl

hasn't been seen for days.

What going on with the return clause?

Go through the rest of the city

until we give the girl to

the squad leader. Understood?

- Do you understand?!

- March!

Cheers, pal!

Wait, wait!

- Toni!

- Do you have my dough?

- What dough?

- From the jewels, you bastard!

- I'm glad you're here. Take a seat.

- Don't change the subject.

It's a bit too hot right now

to sell all that stuff.

But I'm doing my best.

Have you put out any ads?

What?

You can trust me. We've always done

good business together, right?

It's OK, Peter. I have some adverts,

two of them. One is really good.

Her name is Behnke.

A widow, two rooms, a lodger.

Looks like jewellery in the bedroom

under the underwear.

Good, good!

Bayreuther Street, yes?

Come on, take a seat. Sit down!

I'll get you something nice.

Is she there?

There are too many in there.

Well, what do we do now?

We go for back-up.

No.

I'll go in.

In there? In uniform?

- Are you tired of life?

- Yes.

And then?

Either I come out with her, or she runs

out here and you catch her.

- I can do that too.

- No.

If she trusts anyone, it's me.

Two minutes. Then we're coming in.

- Don't create any trouble, boy.

- I'm just looking for someone.

You're daring.

- Where can we talk?

- Here.

- Is there a back exit?

- What's all this about?

I mean it.

There are people waiting outside.

And you think I'll believe you?

You're two sandwiches short of a picnic.

- What's going on here?

- Go away.

Come on.

Hey, hey!

Are you mad?

What are you doing?

Take it, and go.

Take the Kn*fe

and get somewhere safe.

- Why are you doing this?

- Do it. They're coming.

Hey!

Hey!

Grab her!

Get the Kn*fe!

- And I trusted you, you pig!

- Take it!

So, it's you!

You're on watch.

- What?

- Go and see if anyone's coming.

What are we doing?

All good stuff.

Go to the street.

Go on!

Moritz!

I can't do it any more.

I can't do it any more.

Please, Miss Doris, wake up!

Number 42.

Sadly, that was inevitable.

But time is passing.

One. Out!

- Where can I make a report?

- What about?

- Cop m*rder.

- What?

What did you just say?

I saw a cop being k*lled.

Only two couples are still standing,

ladies and gentlemen.

Now we're down to

the deciding minutes.

Wait a moment.

Bring her here.

That's not right. She has to move,

or she's disqualified.

our steeliest contestant,

with her tireless partner,

a couple since the first round.

And, on the other side, number 27!

- Partner change time, sir.

- Now.

- Lotte!

Before you say anything,

let me finish.

- Let go! Hands off!

- But what is that?

- I have to talk to you. Rationally.

- Go away!

- Rudi?! Rudi!

- Number 27. 10 seconds to go!

- Charlotte, come on!

- So shabby, taking advantage of this.

- Charlotte, where is your sister?

- She has to turn herself in.

- Why? What's she done now?

She k*lled a police officer.

Do you know where she is?

What?

Number 27,

you are already on the countdown.

Time is running out.

Come on.

One!

Out!

Frau Cziczewicz?

Renate?

Let me in!

- I heard you.

- And?

- Where's Toni?

- Haven't seen her for a while.

- How come?

- She's in trouble.

Do you know where she is?

If you see her,

Miss Ritter?

- She's not here.

- I'll take you home.

All done.