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- Good morning, Mr. Nyssen.
- W ho are you?

Who you let in?
What are you doing in my house?

Get out now!

Please.

I am here because I
have to get something back.

Something that belongs to me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about...

the Blue Rothschild.

That's been the property of
the Nyssen family for generations.

That's not entirely true.

You see, before your family
got their hands on it,

it belonged to us.

My family.

How you get to that?

I will not let myself be blackmailed
in my own home.

Hold on.

Alright.
Let me explain the situation to you:

You are the inhabitant of this castle,
I am the house-breaker.

I have a weapon,
you are crapping yourself.

You do what I tell you,

or I'll put a bullet in your head.

Understood?

Good.

Now, show me where it is.

That is impossible!
That is completely impossible.

What?

It's not here.

I'll give you 12 hours.

Not a minute more.

And no-one's cashed in their tickets?

No. All betting slips with totals

over 200 Reichsmark,
and placed on Katsche Kroner,

and some of them have not been redeemed.

- Boss. Boss!
- Not now, not now.

Mind you, we couldn't have paid the bets
out in full. Well, not even remotely.

How much would it have been?

840,000 Reichsmark.

- Boss. We urgently have to...
- What?

We have to go to the club.
Now. Immediately.

Why? What's happened?

Go to the door.

Chief!

Chief, the police!

The cops are coming.

This is an accident.

Get rid of him.

Open up! Police!

3,2,1...

Get going.

- Police! Nobody leave the room.
- I didn't hear you ringing the doorbell.

Mother must know where the stone is.
Who else can have been at the safe?

No, it's typical!

She never answers the telphone,
this impertinent person!

Shall I perhaps go into the city and
collect the honourable lady?

She's not leaving us any other choice.

End of shift, sir.
It comes to 2,10 Marks.

Keep the change.

Could you make two more coffees
and a toasted sandwich, please.

Good morning, Lotte.

Come in,
I've just ordered breakfast for you.

Take a seat.

Please. It's important.

Charlotte!

What do you want from me!

How could you be so stupid?

Throwing away your whole future!

- Like it was nothing!
- I wanted to help my sister!

Maybe I was a little clumsy, yes,

but could you stand idly by while
a member of your family is in danger?

You probably could!

But she would only have been
in custody temporarily!

That's probably safer for your sister
than out here on the street!

Yeah, if you believe that!

- You just don't trust anyone, right?
- Yes, and least of all you!

And do you know why?

Because you've become the type
that beats up Jews and spits on gypsies!

- Shut up! You have no idea!
- I have more than an idea.

I know for certain that you've become
one of them. I saw you!

- Charlotte...
- I hate you for that!

- I'm doing my duty!
- What kind of duty is that?

Bludgeoning with clubs
for the fatherland?

Listen to me a moment. I've been waiting
until I know I can trust you.

So please calm down.

Everything I do,

I do on the secret orders
of the police president.

What?

He placed me in the SA in order
to win the trust of their leaders.

We want to spilt the SA up.

Why?

With the aim of criminalising the NSDAP.

And then close them down.

What are you saying?

Since... when?

- Since when have you been doing this?
- For 10 months.

10 months?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because the SA will kill me
if they find out.

And because it could
also put you in danger.

I need a Schnapps.

You have to forget it again.

What I said to you out there.
You have to act just like before.

I don't want to hear
anything more from you!

Everything OK?

Done.

But if we have to do
something so secret...

- I have something too.
- Yes?

Rudi Malzig.

He says that the marks on the boy's
hand definitely have external causes.

One of the policemen trod
on his fingers, that's why he fell.

He says it's not the first time such
a case has been covered up.

I would like you to go and talk to him.

Then you won't seem guilty to me.

- I'll talk to him.
- This conversation is over!

What you're asking for is impudent.

Fred!

Hermann.

Just wanted to see what you have.

Murder of a police officer.

"In the case of the murder of
Constable Helmut Naumann

"the police have informed us

"that the main suspect is 16-year-old
Antonie Ritter from Wedding."

- Yes, I thought...
- Yes, good.

Readers can find this kind of article

in every Jewish
or Communist newspaper, right?

Let's see.

"In the case of the... cowardly and...

"trecherous murder

of our trusted SA-man
Helmut Naumann," yes?

"The police asked..." no.

- "The grieving widow asked..."
- That's good.

Yes. "For the help of our community."

Yes. "The main suspect is 16-year-old
Antonie Ritter from Wedding."

Yes, then we'll go with: "A juvenile
from the lumpen proletariat

"is seriously suspected
of committing this treacherous act."

And then her name
and hair colour and so on.

- Yes.
- Congratulations!

- You have your first page one!
- Yes.

Now.

What are you doing there?
Stop! Stop right there!

Stop right there! Wait.

Don't steal potatoes from here,
that won't do.

- What's your name?
- Willi.

Let's get to the police. Get going.

What have you done?

You've slandered an innocent.
Her picture's hanging everywhere!

It's a good thing to frame a tick
for the murder. One rat less.

It was self-defence.
He gave us no other choice.

He was going to kill her. You saw that!

- You really don't get it, do you?
- I did it for you, Moritz! For you.

For love.

Don't you see that?

Leave me alone!

New York Times, Guardian, Le Monde,
and Vienna Daily News.

It looks like we're becoming famous,
Katelbach.

Today even you would put us on page one.

Unless you happened to be somewhere
a naked revue starlet died.

Super.

Herewith I open the trial

of the German Empire versus
Gustav Heymann and Samuel Katelbach.

Your honours. May I give you a document?

It is of immense importance.

From the highest office.

Your honours,

for the duration of the trial I am
requesting the public be excluded.

The security of the Empire is in question.

Objection! All the facts that
this trial will be considering

have already been published
in various newspapers.

I further request the exclusion
of all press represantives.

What?

That lacks any legal basis!

- What are hiding here?
- Please moderate yourself.

I am granting the request,

because military secrets from the trial
require greater secrey.

- Empty the room.
- Objection, your honours!

I request access to the document that
my colleague Jorns gave to you.

- This can't be happening.
- Refused.

- I beg your pardon?
- This is a violation of the rule of law!

This is nothing to do
with military secrets.

It's about illegal schemes of
high-ranking military officers

that endanger the republic.

Not about the dangers of the free press...

- Sir, even you have to obey the court.
- And you, the constitution our republic!

The German armed forces have
systematically bypassed

the restrictions of the Versaille Treaty.

That was well known

before the publication of the articles
by my clients, including abroad.

To prove this, I am requesting
the admission of 28 witnesses

and the submission of the evidence.

Refused.

Refused? What do you mean?

The court does not have to
justify its decisions.

That is perversion of justice.
I expect an explanation immediately!

The taking of evidence has finished.
The hearing is over.

The court will proceed to sentencing.

- What's going on here?
- I must firmly request you to stop.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find out why,
inside half an hour,

the law has gone back to the middle ages.

Men that try to rally the mob
against our armed forces

have little hope in this court, sir.

Careful, Litten.
You're skating on thin ice.

Mrs. Nyssen has just arrived.
She's waiting for you in the great hall.

What? Why doesn't she come here?

We are in a extraordinary
emergency situation!

I have informed your Mother of this.

But she wants you to go to her
yourself if you want to talk to her.

- Shall I come with you?
- No.

I'll get it over with alone.

- She should know me!
- Alfred!

There you are, finally.

I thought you wanted to learn
to cope without me.

- Where is the stone, Mother?
- Please take a seat, boy.

You're going to have to learn that
one is responsible for one's own fate.

Where is the diamond?
We still have half an hour.

Why did you have to hang
this unique treasure

around the thick neck
of your so-called wife?

- Leave Helga out of it.
- Why that, then?

Perhaps she can help you for a change.

I always stood by your father
in diffificult circumstances.

Where is the stone, Mother?

You can't seriously believe
that I'll asnwer you

when you speak to your mother
in that tone.

Mother.

You must help me.

I have been raided.

This sneaky crook threatened me.

- If I go to the police...
- You're still alive, aren't you?

Please!

Mother!

Yes, good, Alfred.

I'll help you.

This "stone," as you call it, has a name.

- I know.
- Yes, so use it.

Firstly and most importantly,

understand that you will not discuss this
with anyone outside this house.

Do you hear?

Especially not to the police.
It's nobody's business.

Why?

We have never officially owned
the Blue Rothschild..

Then you stole it?

- No!
- Then Dad?

How can you suggest that? No!

It came to us.

Like a nameless foundling.

We took it in and gave a homeland,

cherished and cared for it.

And now it's gone?

Why couldn't you
just look after it, Alfred?

If your poor, blessed father knew...

Mother, please.

Stop crying.

Since you threw me out of the house,

I no longer have any
insights or influence.

What do I have left? A gloomy
apartment in the city, cold and unloved.

But that's how you wanted it.
Both of you.

But Mother, how could I know it upset
you so much? You wanted that too.

What else could I do but to act

as if it meant nothing to me?

Mother. I'll have that room in
the west wing opened up straight away.

Forgive me, Mother.

Please forgive me.

I'll tell Helga.

Today.

She'll understand.

To the city, doesn't matter where.

Get going. Quickly!

- Inspector?
- Gräf!

Excuse me, I didn't want to scare you.

- Why aren't you at the interrogation?
- Red Hugo hasn't shown up.

He should have been here an hour ago.

I've called, nobody's answering.
Not at his place or at his club.

And none of his people have heard
anything from him.

Presumably he's run off with
the betting money.

Go to Weintraub.

Ask him who placed the bets against him.
He sees himself as the victim.

Our colleagues are just about to do that.

Thank you.

Mount up, men!

Inspector Rath!
I wasn't expecting you yet.

Especially not here in the back.

Chief Inspector Böhm
is suposed to be coming here.

Right now. Before the autopsy.

That's right. I wanted to talk to you.

- With me?!
- Yes.

What can you tell me about the boy

that fell from the roof of the Tietz
department store on new year's eve?

It's all in the report.
External causes were ruled out.

I've spoken with Miss Ritter.

Can you confirm that someone
stepped on the boy's hand?

Your findings have therefore
been corrected afterwards.

Yes.

By who? Dr. Schwarz?

Does it often happen that Dr. Schwarz
corrects your reports?

Inspector,
this is very unpleasant for me.

Is there any evidence
for this that you can give me?

A case that you can prove?

I kept carbon copies of my reports.
As well as the corrections

and the re-evaluations of Dr. Black.

- How can I get these documents?
- Malzig!

I'll bring them to you. This evening.
To your apartment, or wherever.

My place is good. Here's my address.
I'll be home from 8.

Malzig! Where is the body?

I'm coming, Dr. Schwarz.

Where were you?

- Fuxe, finally!
- Calm down, Werner. Calm down.

Always remember: she wants something
from us, not the other way around.

The warehouse is chock-full.

We can offer everything,
booze, the finest champagne.

- Tobacco products of all kinds...
- Nice. Exactly what Else needs.

Say nothing and you'll make a good
impression, got it?

It's fine, Fuxe.

Hello. The lady, the boss,
if it's OK with you.

Look at that, Fuxe, Weintraub's mutt.

Do you want to cause trouble for me?

Tell me if you're bringing
a customs officer,

or you'll quickly be a head shorter!

My honourable trading partner here
has an outstanding offer.

- And only for you.
- Oh no.

Starting your own business now?

Well then, tell me what you have,
and I'll tell you if I want it.

Everything. The whole range from A to Z.

Let's start very moderately.
Schnapps. Goods. Hooch. Snuff...

- We have those. Vaccum packed...
- Cigarettes. Don't talk to me.

And for my very personal treat...

real cigarillos from Havana. The one
with the black elephant, do you have it?

I think so, yes.

Well done, Fuxe.

You seem to have a real prize
with your little man here. Points to you!

The only question that remains
is the price. How will we split it?

70/30 for me.
If the stuff you bring me's any good.

Do you seriously think we've come
out here to haggle at that level?

If it's less 70/30 in my favour
then we don't need to talk any further.

Leave it, girls. I'm not going to let
this idiot steal my time any longer.

I know who killed Red Hugo!

What did you say?

Come on, out with it.

From the looks of it, you're next, Else.

If Weintraub has his way, you and
your dolls will be history very soon.

Yesterday, Red Hugo assassinated,
tomorrow it's your turn.

And then the whole city will be divided up
again, in his favour, of course.

And you happen to have heard
that somewhere?

From old Weintraub personally.

50/50. Then we turn the tables
and Weintraub is next.

- Esther! What did the cops say?
- Well, what do you think?

I don't want you to go out
on the street alone.

- Only for a short time.
- Why shouldn't I?

Because someone out there is after me.
And maybe not just me.

- But me too?
- Maybe.

So you'd better stay at home.

That would suit you.

Are you listening to me?

I shouldn't go out anymore?
Should the children be locked up?

It wouldn't have
gotten that far with Edgar.

Edgar is gone!

He's dead, Esther.

We'll have to move on
from that eventually.

"That?"

Him.

Maybe you do.

- Why is this taking so long?
- Oral declaration of their judgment.

It takes a while.

For acquittals too?

In the name of the people,

in the case against the defendants,
Gustav Heymann and Samuel Katelbach,

the following verdict was issued:

The defendants have been found
guilty of treason and defamation.

The assertion that the German state

carried out rearmament
in the Soviet Union illegally,

and bypassing the League of Nations,

could not be reliably proven.

The court sentences the defendants
to 18 months in prison

with no possibility of parole.

18 months.

This verdict is a disgrace!

I will appeal.

An urgent appeal.

An urgent appeal? You are free to do so.

However, this will only be permitted if
you present the court with new,

previously unknown evidence.

You have five working days to do this.
This session is closed.

The last word has not yet been spoken.

We have to write it.

I'm not going to jail for loyalty reasons,

I'm going to jail because
I make them uncomfortable.

Not bad, eh?

Tell that to my colleagues out there.

Katelbach. Come on.

If I fully asssess the situation,

then the dismantling of our rule of law
has just begun here, in this place.

A shift in the balance of power
seems to be taking place

in the back rooms of these walls,
which is undermining our free society.

I will not allow such arbitrary judgment
to endure in our country.

- This fight has only just begun.
- Mrs. Elisabeth, you were right.

We need to consider plan B.

- Talk to Dr Litten.
- Where are they taking you?

18 months! What am I going to do
without you for so long?

Go on, go. And you... keep your distance.

Here, for you.

- Mrs. Elisabeth?
- Yes?

I...

I wanted to say
something important... I...

For a long time
I've wanted to say this, but...

I've never found the opportunity.

I promise you I'll talk
to the lawyer right away.

Will you marry me, Mrs Elisabeth?

- Pardon?
- Keep going.

It would be so much easier...
with visitor permits and all.

You're overreacting, Mr. Katelbach.

- It's just the situation causing this.
- It's not...

I know when it's the situation,
and it's not the situation now.

Believe me, I am familiar with
such distinctions...

I mean, differentiations.

But I can still come visit you in prison.

Sign here.

I'll think about it. When I visit you,
I'll tell you what I've decided.

And what exactly does that mean?

To me, it sounds like a "no",

so stop this crap.

Come on.

Don't worry, Mr. Katelbach.
Consider Plan B activated!

Help!

Help!

Helga?

Helga!

Have you seen my wife?

Your wife left very suddenly in her car,
Mr. Nyssen.

- Where to?
- I don't know.

I'm sure she'll be in touch soon,
Mr. Nyssen.

Of course, Wegener.

Yes?

This is the doctor.
I can't go on like this!

You'll have to find someone else.

What happened?

They're onto me!

- Who's onto you?
- My assistant, Malzig.

Oh, God.

Operator. What number please?

Put me through to Litten Law,
North, 2645.

Connecting you.

Litten Law, Seegers speaking?

Yes, Behnke here. They're gone.

The negatives. They were in a silver tea
canister and someone's stolne them.

What?

Tell the lawyer:
The authorities are after us!

Understood.

Helga!

Hello?

Do you miss her?

You!

- Where's my wife?!
- With me.

What have you done to her?

- What are you planning?
- That depends on you, Mr. Nyssen.

How much extent you cooperate.

Say something!

Give me the stone,
and you'll get your wife back.

How am I meant to do that?

I don't know where that cursed stone is!

If I knew, then...

I would have given it back long ago!

- Cut in, Nyssen. Stop crying.
- Tell me your price.

- I'll pay anything!
- I don't care about your money.

The stone, or you'll never see her again.

- Inspector Böhm! Good day.
- Hello.

About the cop murder...

Do you have the girl?

Not yet.

But the investigation into the murder
weapon and the autopsy of the victim

will certainly provide us with
valuable information.

You've got quite the operation going.

Wanted posters everywhere.

Well, it concerns the life of
one of our colleagues, dosn't it?

Of course.

Perhaps we don't give each
other much credit, sir. But...

If you need help, let me know.

Mind your own business.

- Inspector Rath!
- Good day.

That was a nice riot at Wittenbergplatz.

That's exactly why I'm here.
Keyword: department store gang.

I need to see the previous file on that.

- If there is one.
- One? Plural.

Plural.

We've got a bunch of them.

- Well, then.
- Follow me, squad leader.

Death of a street girl. Yet again.

Someone in this town
is obviously targetting homeless kids.

Here... Death of Beppo Schmidt.
Investigating officers, Section 14.

Supervising officer, Erwin Kuschke,
sergeant, Section 14.

Death of Albertine Ahlrichs.

Investigating officers Section 14.
The same section...

The question is whether
the loss of these street children

is great enough to hang
several Berlin police officers out to dry.

It doesn't matter if a murder victim
is rich or poor.

Start from the beginning.

A small contribution against hunger.

A small contribution?

A small contribution against hunger.

Shit.

12 children have died as
a direct result of arrests.

14 other deaths were subsequently
classified as accidents.

If Rudi Malzig can actually prove

that autopsy reports
were subsequently changed...

Where is he, anyway?

That'll be him.

Yes, OK!

Moritz.

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