All language subtitles for Babylon.Berlin.S02E03.BRRip.x264

Previously on Babylon Berlin.

Fifteen executed revolutionaries
of the Red Fortress.

We confiscated the weapons
of these gentlemen.

There were projectiles from those guns
in almost all of the bodies.

I want to propose a deal.

I want the names
of those responsible of the Reichswehr

who organize the transport
of the poison gas.

You want me to deliver
your own countrymen?

Your confiscation of the train
causes tension.

That you Soviets are eager
to help build up the illegal Reichswehr

is a matter in itself.

But that even our head of state
doesn't shy away

from ignoring the Treaty of Versailles...

This is Bruno.

You can deliver the shipment.
You know where the key is.

The foreman found a human foot
in the foundation yesterday morning.

They found a body whose clothes
make an unambiguous attribution possible.

The man must have been a priest.

-Has he been identified?
-Saint Josef.

Get yourself a radio by tomorrow.

23 MAY, 2 P.M., 709 KHZ

-Help!
-Did you know one of them?

That's not the point. Come.

I can't. I have to work.

Then tell those murderers at home
what you saw.

SOVIET EMBASSY
MITTE, BERLIN

Inspector Rath, I have the documents.

In an hour,
at Friedrichstrasse train station.

-Henning?
-What?

Everything alright?

-Yes!
-Just asking.

Oh man.

Hey, mister.

Keep walking.

French for one mark,
peeling the banana for two.

Get lost.

Come on. Fudge tunnel for one fifty.

Get lost, man.

He's no good. With me
you get anything for one mark.

-He's mine!
-Shut up, you squirt.

If you don't want to go to jail,
make like a tree and leave.

-Get it?
-A copper?

-Get marching.
-A copper!

A vice copper!

-Coppers!
-Come on, let's scram.

What is this?

A visa application.
Not just any old visa application.

There are several dozens of those,
for this man alone, Major Beck.

-I know him.
-You probably know this one, too.

Seegers.

What's going on?

First you let my men go.

Then you'll get evidence
against your general staff.

Fifteen of them.

Do ut des.

I give so you give.

Off we go.

Get out, gentlemen.

Ah, finally.

With these documents
you will be able to prove

that since 1925 these officers
have very regularly been visiting

a small village 300 km southeast of Moscow
called Lipetsk.

It's the secret base
of the German Air Force.

There has been no German Air Force
since the end of the war.

There is one in Lipetsk.

I don't understand you.

You work against your own country.

I work for the police.

LOUDSPEAKER

23 MAY, 2 P.M., 709 KHZ

...picture the analysis of a patient
as something

which follows similar
mechanisms as this radio program.

In both cases, you have transmission
and counter-transmission.

In the case of our work
with traumatized front soldiers

it's a transmission
of therapist and patient.

All processes in our brain work

according to the principles
of electrophysiology.

They are basically
nothing but electric currents

which signal an activity

to our brain
and to what we call our consciousness.

But why,

I wonder,

why shouldn't the thoughts between two

separate people be transferred by way

of one of them transmitting radio waves
when thinking

and the other one receives them directly

and then identifies them as his own.

Please note
that this procedure is called...

suggestive therapy.

-Right, here you go.
-Thank you.

What do I owe you?

Is something wrong?

No, everything is fine.

I feel a bit queer, is all.

Get well soon.

Yes, you too.

We can apply for the arrest warrants
straight away.

Against whom?

Seegers, von Loitzing, Major Beck,
half the general staff.

-What for?
-Constitutional breach,

treason, conspiracy against the republic.
The list goes on.

Will that be enough in court?

Hard to say.

If anyone can say,
it's you, the public prosecutor.

They ship 13 wagons full of phosgene
to Berlin,

not even a year
after the disgrace of Hamburg.

-What happened in Hamburg?
-The Stoltzenberg chemical works.

The valve of a tank wagon burst.
What came out? Poison gas, phosgene.

There were ten dead,
hundreds severely injured.

People left their houses
and dropped to the ground.

Who was the gas for?

Why don't you guess?

-The Reichswehr.
-Well...

not officially.

And no consequences?

The chemical plant dumped the other wagons
in the sea and now they want compensation.

This shows that we need more
if we want to crackdown on these people.

I don't want that paperwork
thrown back in my face.

These documents are proof
of a German base in the Soviet Union,

where German pilots are trained to become
fighter pilots by German experts.

In German fighter planes.

-Where is this supposed to be?
-In Lipetsk.

It's 300 km southeast of Moscow.

And what's in it for the Russians,
helping us to breach the treaty?

The Russians want
to build airplane engines.

They're learning that
from German engineers.

How big is this thing in Lipetsk,
that flying squadron?

After all, it may just be
a handful of machinery.

The informant says
it's a lot more than just a few.

But these papers don't prove that.
They suggest it, but...

Your Honor, please.
What else do you need?

Witnesses, files, photographs.

-I'll do it.
-You will do what?

I'll go there.

Garbage. You'll travel for a week
and no one will let you in.

He'll fly then.

What?

Well, it's simple.

You'll get us a plane and we'll get proof.

-Doris.
-Lottchen, you have to rescue me.

-What's the matter?
-Invoices.

From a clothes factory, called Sklarek.
They list every single sock,

every shako and every uniform. Every
service textile of the police since 1924,

and I'm supposed to check them all.
It must be at least 400 pages.

But that's great,
you'll need days for that.

But I don't know how to do sums.

You have to help me.

Like I helped you. 80 Pfennig an hour.

-What exactly do you have to do?
-You'll do it?

And again.

I don't believe this.

Write this down.

Delivery note 219/27, Spandau town hall.

Forty-six offices, taking down
and cleaning net curtains.

And here, four days later, the invoice.

Four hundred sixty offices,
taking down and cleaning net curtains,

at nine marks each, that's 4140 marks.

So they're invoicing
for ten times the amount.

I'd say they're pretty cheeky,
those Sklarek brothers.

I'd say the same.

No!

What does it say on the door?

Oh, inspector.

-Is everything destroyed now?
-No.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Two questions, Mr. Gräf.

-First of all, where is Jänicke?
-Didn't turn up today.

We were supposed to meet at Aschinger's.

And the second question?

Have you ever been on a plane?

-What is it?
-These are documents which...

OK, I'll check them later.

-This should explained.
-By you, you mean?

-Yes, there are certain payments...
-Have them pay you,

I'll look at it later.

You can leave now.

Fritz, you scared me.

Sorry.

Why did you do that?

Come on.

Hang on a second.

-What is it?
-What you said on that funeral march...

Mr. Benda is not a murderer.

Oh, Mr. Benda.

Is he nice to you, yeah?

No, but he has a good heart. I know that.

Gretchen, that may be so. But he's
also the chief of the political police.

And his good heart, however big it may be,

he has to leave in the cloakroom
outside his office.

And at night he picks it up again.

And in between
he has us communists slaughtered.

PROPERTY OF THE BERLIN POLICE

Moritz!

Senior?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Where did you get the key from?

You can't sniff around like this.

I didn't.

Lock it up right away
and put the key back where you found it.

Where is your mother?

Shopping with Mrs. Wolter.

Off you go.

There, in front.

COMMUNIST UNREST ON 1 MAY
THE VIOLENCE ESCALATES

FOREIGN MINISTER STRESEMANN
WELCOMES BRIAND IN BERLIN.

Communist kisses chambermaid.

And on the next floor the hairdressers
and four bespoke tailors, not just one.

-And they have beauty advice everywhere.
-Can I have the sausage?

And it's all free.
Emmi and I have tried it all.

And then there were two jewelers
or even three with long glass counters,

and then, when we took the escalator
up to second floor,

there was a fashion show starting
in the ladies' department.

So beautiful! Dernier cri.

That means the latest trend.
From Paris for madame.

Oh, if only I was 20 and had some money.

You don't look like you're 50
and have no money, Helga.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

-Oh God, it's empty again.
-To your health.

Has it got worse?

Different.

-Worse?
-No, just different.

Gereon!

Would you help me, please?

Gereon...

He's no longer between us.

Moritz.

AIRFIELD BERLIN-STAAKEN

Councillor.

The most modern thing in the air today.

The initial model.
You're lucky it's in Berlin right now.

It was supposed to do a test flight
from Hamburg to Lisbon.

-What happened?
-A crash landing.

Well, an emergency landing.
New things want to be tested.

You know the deal?

-No.
-No.

Never opened a parachute before?

It's the first flight for these men.

The chief of police said
they would be professionals.

Professional police officers.

-Never flown before?
-No.

No.

Gentlemen, your pilot.

Siegfried Stoltz. A battle-tested man,
experienced with long distances.

And his navigator, Robert Sauer.

-Rath.
-Sauer.

-Stoltz.
-Gräf.

-Hello.
-Gräf.

Hello.

-You've been briefed?
-We have the coordinates.

If they are correct.
It's a long haul, with no stop.

But you can do it?

We'll manage.

Soldiers.

Good luck.

Make yourselves comfortable.

It's a cargo plane.

-You can't put in seats overnight.
-Please.

Did you see the hatch back there?

It'll be a top-notch bomber
when we get to do it again.

-Really?
-Just a little tinkering

and we're ready for the drop.

And which plane
has this much room for refills?

Right.

Put them between your legs.
And aim down the sconce.

-Open the fuel cock.
-Yes, sir.

Mixture set.

Damn it!

Damn!

Piece of junk.

The control stick gets stuck sometimes.
So don't be surprised, it happens.

REICH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MITTE, BERLIN

Minister Stresemann,
we have reliable information

that certain circles
are planning to assassinate you.

-Very soon.
-Communists?

National forces.

How many assassinations on me have you
and your men prevented in recent years?

Ten? Twenty?

Twelve, to be precise.

Then do what you always do.

Your men save my life,

I save the peace,

and one day we will die,
very snugly in our bathtub.

The state visit right now...

Foreign minister Briand?

We have evidence of a stark change
in the security situation.

A changed situation doesn't faze me,
Benda.

I just don't love my life enough for that.

But what worries me
is what you brought me here.

I wasn't sure you were aware of it.

The entire Reichstag knows about Lipetsk.
But these dimensions...

This finally contains enough evidence
to take half the general staff to court.

For goodness sake, please don't.

You mean the Reichstag
is happy about the fact

that the Russians are helping us
to build a modern air force?

Aren't you?

Minister, I know you've always seen
the Treaty of Versailles

as a defamation of Germany.

But you weren't awarded the Nobel prize
for this stance, but for a peace treaty.

The aim of my peace mediation is solely
to make sure

new agreements are no longer
based on the moral humiliation

and economic subjugation
of our Fatherland.

It disturbs me
that you're so sure about this.

Things are complex in the German Reich,
always have been.

I don't doubt that.

But what will you say
when the League of Nations hears

that Lipetsk is not a small training camp
for a handful of hotspurs

but that a new German Air Force
is being built there?

Please excuse me once again.

If my Käte were to come in now,
then heaven help me.

Carry on, Benda.

I keep far fewer secrets from Dr. Koller
than from my wife.

We have confiscated a freight train
with a quantity of poison gas

which would be enough for manufacturing
at least 100,000 grenades.

New estimates regarding the troop strength

of the shadow army of the Reichswehr

are in the range of six figures.

And now, of all time,
when the French are our guests.

If the French foreign minister
hears of such dimensions,

I'd look like a fraud.

I'll say goodbye for now.

-Thank you, Patachon.
-Watch out, Pat.

Aye-aye, sir.

What do you suggest?

It's only a matter of time
until this affair will create waves.

And then you should not look like a fraud,
but like a spotter.

Continue.

I'm about to obtain updated evidence
in Russia.

And then we take that gang to court,
in Germany.

Whom do you mean exactly?

Seegers, Ludendorff...

Just the top men.

Apparently you love your life even less
than I love mine.

A leyb hot nit moyre far keyn flig.

A lion doesn't fear a fly. I know, Benda.

My wife keeps saying that, too.

Gereon.

Now they're trying to convince us
that all men are equal.

Another big misconception
of the modern era.

Man is flawed.

The masses are a danger.

Capital is full of temptation.

We are all sinners.

We're only equal in that respect.

Physically and mentally,

we're unequal.

That is God-given.

Take your brother, Anno.

Never make the mistake to strive
for the same aims as him.

Men differ the most clearly
in their aptitude for leadership.

If you are not humble enough
to recognize this,

you should not lay any claims
to power at all.

In the state, we find

our true nature of man.

A divine world order

will only be reflected in that society

which allows for a structured state.

The hierarchy...

is embedded in the divine origin
of the state...

Why did you leave me?

Helga.

Why?

Tell me.

Why did you leave me?

Say it.

Why?

I've fallen in love with your brother.

And now?

You have to make up your mind.

I have made up my mind.

Helga!

Helga!

God has left us.

A long time ago.

And what remains?

A hull.

A tree without roots.

A world without light.

First, the wrong son returns home...

then you leave me alone with him.

Father.

That's just what we needed today.

We're very close to the coordinates.

But the bad weather
is making it difficult.

-What?
-The navigating. We'll go lower.

Under the clouds.

What happened?

We got hit.

Ignite.

Not happening.

Do it again.

Again, nothing.

Go steeper. The propellers are jammed.

OK, ignite.

Ignite.

There, right in front of us.

Our target.

Yes, this must be it.

But shouldn't we keep our distance?

Yes, sure.
But don't you want to take photos?

Now, man. Visibility is good.

We won't be getting any closer.

Come on now.

You lie down
and your mate will hold on to you.

Don't forget to hold on.

Go on, then.

Go on, don't be afraid.

Pull me back in!

I have to change the film.

Your hand!

Go on!

As long as the clouds are dense,
we're safe.

I'll change our course temporarily.

Just to be safe.

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end

To ashes, to dust

Stolen from the light

But not yet now

Miracles wait

But not yet now

Miracles wait until the end

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

But I can forgive you

You are very close to death

But your eye still clear

Does it recognize me? I'm ready

To seek immortality with you

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges