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Previously on Babylon Berlin...

If it turns out
that Betty Winter was murdered,

the insurance won't pay a penny.

I want to save this film, you know?

You know that Edgar will never let you.

But why not?

To protect you.

We are examining the interface
between nature and the humanities.

Following the fundamental breakdown
of body and soul after the Great War

science must now find a way

into the future.

To lay the foundations for creating the
man of the 21st century.

A way which doesn't just heal
the injured body

but makes it superior
to the uninjured body.

Only the invalid's body

presents an opportunity
for artificial body parts.

Only the gouged-out eye socket

has room for the camera eye.

Only the amputated arm gives us
the option of a steel hand.

The mind injured by war, however,

is the best foundation
for overcoming fear.

Only it knows the abysses
of the destroyed soul so profoundly

that it makes it unassailable.

This is the path we need to take now.

We'll create the new man.

We'll create the man-machine.

An android, free from pain and fear.

Excuse me, I didn't know...
Should I get the car?

Someone's picking me up.
Just open the gate.

I understand.
The demon wants to subjugate Elsa,

but not as a slave.
He rebuilds her into a machine.

And Balthasar goes looking for her
and finds her in the netherworld?

Yes. The demon is the ideal man.

The man-machine.

He abducts Elsa into the netherworld

and rebuilds her.

Then Tristan comes in.
Hold this, please.

He approaches her, but she is no longer
the woman she used to be.

Her face is obscured
by a mask of steel and electrics.

That'll be you then.

He implores her to make a new start.

This is great. This is good,
it's really very good.

And together they remember their lives.

Cuts of the material
we shot before the accident.

Murder, Joachim.
We all know it was murder.

Yes, of course.
Anyway, he comes looking for you,

and finds you like Orpheus his Euridice,
and thinks he can persuade you.

But he doesn't succeed.

The demon, excuse me...

Excuse me.

The demon goes between Balthasar
and her, the robot woman.

Balthasar is horrified, desperate.

He looks into the demon's face,
he pulls off his mask, and it is...

he himself.

He must recognise

that he himself can't resist his desires
and his urge to subjugate.

It was him alone who made her soulless

because he wanted to conquer

and dispose of her free spirit.

Goldmann wrote a
fantastic duet for this.

I wrote it.
He composed the music for it.

Sure, only you
can write something like this.

Ren�, please play some of it.

Freeing the body

Of the spirit all alone

Veins all charged up

Arteries made of chrome

My new self be free

Now it lives without two

In one

In one

A face of immortality

A look into eternity

My heart is torn out

But you

Are devoid

Of pain

- Esther.
- So beautiful.

This saves the day.

Orpheus and Eurydice in
Demons of Passion.

The horror
of technology's take-over of power.

Love, disembodied
through the power of machine.

It's a good idea.

I could have come up with that.

Is it at all possible to save us?

No.

Come in.

What are you torturing
me with this time?

The usual method, business reports,

minutes for the board. I need
signatures. I promise it won't be long.

Here, have you read this?

A Miss Thea Rasche writes,

do I want to be her sponsor
and finance her Atlantic flight?

- Thea Rasche, the Flying Miss?
- Well, I know her daddy.

The little miss will be the death of him
with her flying.

Have you decided?

Just because I'm a woman
I'm to pay for such a passion?

Give me that stuff over already.

If I were 20 years younger,

and my son not such a cretin,

I would try flying myself.

But my destiny has other things in mind.
And therefore... What is this?

It's from the trust.
Your son is asking you to sign.

That boy is magnificent.

How does he imagine this?

I might as well sign over
the family fortune.

Now he thinks he needs to finally jump
on that stock market nonsense bandwagon.

What naivet�, Wegener.
What can be done?

Simply don't sign, Mrs Nyssen.

Well, you're not wrong there.

And what is this?

The regular bonus payments
for the long-term staff.

Just a formality for the bank.

Can't you do that after all these years?

Sorry. The bank is very careful
in those matters.

After all, these are
non-refundable substantial sums...

Alright, alright.

Thank you.

Tell my son I wish to
have lunch with him.

- This week.
- Very well.

Colonel.

Lieutenant.

To what do I owe the honour?

I'm missing a groom.

Who?

You know who I mean,
Richard Pechtmann.

As far as I know he was arrested.

As far as I know he was released again.

- Was he?
- Shortly after questioning.

After the line-up with the house maid.

Overbeck, yes.

- What did she say?
- The truth.

That she doesn't know him.

Is that what you wanted
to see to me about?

No, you had intimated that...

If the movement is in financial straits
you would supply capital reserves.

Potentially.

A lot of money needs to be spent
until the next election.

I see.

There may be resources.

If the financial markets play along.

I'll keep you posted.

Abducting the main suspect
last night was a brazen scam.

But this abduction also shows

that we're not dealing with a single
perpetrator in this murder series.

This was an organised gang
which will stop at nothing.

Whose gang? Which organisation?

I can't say anything about that.
But I can assure you and all Berliners

that due to the severe injuries of the
suspect, he is posing no acute danger...

Councillor, can you tell us
who the Phantom is?

Sorry. But I can also tell you

that our forces
will leave no stone unturned

in order to get the suspect
back into custody.

We have instructed all hospitals
in the city

to report all admissions immediately.

...Weintraub last night?

A conference in Potsdam
kept me until late...

And I can inform you that arrests
were made that night.

- Thank you.
- Who was arrested?

Can you give us names?

- Is it the man in the picture?
- At this time I can only implore you

not to fan the hysteria in the city
any further. Thank you.

You can't fob us off like that!
The public has a right to know!

If we don't find Weintraub
within 24 hours,

we'll be in the eye of a hellish storm.

I can't for the life of me provide
information about Weintraub's whereabouts.

- You can, but you don't want to.
- No.

That is simply beyond my knowledge.
Why am I here, anyway?

You are under urgent suspicion
of the abduction of a murderer.

Paragraph 473,
abetment to cover up a felony.

Why were you there, anyway?

I wanted to ask Detective Rath
about the state of the investigation.

While your men overpowered our guards
and abducted an injured criminal.

Do you have witnesses for this claim?

You see, you have nothing on me.

I sit here accused,
but I suggested yesterday

that this is about something
other than Walter Weintraub's life

or those pitiful uninvolved dancers
or the corrupt gaffer.

What is this about in your opinion,
Mr Kasabian?

It's about me.

Someone wants to obliterate
my existence.

Why do you cover for Weintraub,
after all he did to you?

Yesterday I turned
to Detective Rath for help,

and today, as a wronged citizen,
I turn to you, Councillor.

Are you really sure you've exhausted
all investigative methods?

Back to the cell.

I'm out of here by
tomorrow at the latest.

He's making us look like fools.

There may be another possibility
to find Weintraub.

Admittedly, it's an unusual idea.

You mentioned it in passing once.

Criminal telepathy.

As far as I know, all serious greats
of this field can be found in Vienna.

But I don't know of anyone in Berlin.

I do.

First the money.

Two hundred fifty-nine.

What is this?

That's all I have.

I mean, for today.

Alright. The rest... next week.

Thank you.

- You can pick her up in two hours.
- I'll come in.

No, you stay out here.

It's alright, Lotte.

Joseph!

How could you betray us like that?

Esther, they're keeping tabs on me too.

The supervisor insisted
on having the house as security,

considering the...

...your husband's activities.

Those gentlemen...

They're buying the house from the bank.

Get off my property.
It's not yours yet.

Esther.

Call off your shmocks and get out.

Don't make a mistake, Esther.

Get lost, weirdo.

Now that I'm back again
you need to make a decision.

Do you want to be with me?

You laugh. I'm serious.

We walk out of here and you never
have to come back, you know?

- But Ali says...
- Ali only wants to make money with you.

What's up?

Doesn't she want to go
with a brown shirt?

What do you say?

Not really sure.

If she doesn't want to go,
you can buy her in instalments.

Leave it, Ali.

- Don't you butt in.
- It's my pub.

She's my girl.

What about him? What will he do
when I don't get him money?

I told you I'd give him 200 marks.

And I'll turn tricks
for your loveliness?

No! You won't have to!
That will be over.

- Will you go with him?
- He says it's a deal.

Alright then.

You'll be back anyway.

You've got your money, so shut up.

Spoiling for a fight now?

Not now and not here,
but I'm telling you, I'll see you again.

I think so too. I'll see you again.

Damned Nazi.

- Where is Richard?
- Heil Hitler, Gruppenf�hrer.

When did you last see him?

With you, at the editor's office. Why?

The police found him. Arrested him
and faced him off with Overbeck.

And for some reason
they let him go again.

And you?

Has anyone been to see you?

No, I was gone.
Took the Jungvolk to Grunewald.

- Who is she?
- My fianc�e, Erna Heinrich.

- How long have you known her?
- Two months.

- Why do you want to know?
- Because you need to be careful, damn it.

When Richard turns up,
you let me know immediately.

Who knows what kind of deal
he made with the police.

Are you sure the police
haven't been here?

Someone was here.

- Schneider.
- Schneider. A party man from Munich.

- And you know him?
- No.

We don't know him.

Get rid of the whore. Right now.
Do you understand?

And you'll find a new place to stay.
Without delay.

What are you doing?

Erna, you're staying.

We're staying.

I won't have him tell me what to do.

Did it all... go well?

Yes. Take the dressing
off in three days.

Thank you.

You OK?

Bambi didn't understand and kept going.

He had become calmer.

The forest was singing around him.

The light turned more golden
and got hotter,

the leaves on the bushes,
the grass on the ground,

and the moist, steaming soil
began to smell strongly.

New energy swelled up in Bambi
and spread through all his limbs,

so that he stiffly walked about
in hesitant moves

as if he was artificial.

Keep going.

He stepped towards
a lowly elderberry bush

and beat the soil with knees held high
and rampant blows

so that clods of earth went flying.

Thank you.

You have a visitor.

Councillor?

Detective.

Samuel Katelbach.

- Didn't he used to be your neighbour?
- The journalist?

Yes.

He ignored a summons.

So?

And he is not in his and your old home.

Indeed?

I always had the feeling
he didn't want to leave.

Yes.

I'm not convinced of that, either.

It seems so expedient, this sudden
move to an unknown address.

What can I do?

I thought we'd take a closer look
at his last place of residence.

Together.

Do we have a warrant?

It's in the works.

OK.

Good evening, Mrs Kasabian.

- Hi, Olga.
- Hi, Mrs Korda.

There will be a way.

We'll take it together.

You...

and he...

and I.

I will rescue the three of us.

My own brother-in-law can't stop the
bank from demanding their money back.

But I will get it back for us.

If the film is a success

we'll get it all back.

And then we'll show all those
who have written us off.

We'll beat them.

With skill. With art.

Not with violence.

Not with fear.

But with beauty.

With imagination.

While you are sleeping
and Edgar is in jail

I'll get our lives back.

Mr Rath.

Mrs Behnke. Is Katelbach in?

No, he moved out.

- When was that?
- A few days ago.

More specific, please?

He wanted to go to Budapest on Friday,
at least that's what he said.

- Why?
- Mrs Behnke,

concealing something from us now
will have serious consequences.

I don't want any consequences.

Why is the wardrobe there?

- Which wardrobe?
- Do you want to play me for a fool?

This, Mrs Behnke,
will have consequences.

He said it was about life and death.
I couldn't turn him in.

He received a summons for a hearing.

No-one gets strung up for that.

What do you think?

The woman is harmless. Katelbach must
have wrapped her around his finger.

What do you think about Katelbach?

Hard to say.

He liked me a lot at first. Until
my statement in the Z�rgiebel trial.

- No wonder.
- Yes. He resented me for that.

I still think
he wanted to keep in touch with me.

Put him on the official wanted list.
Betrayal of military secrets.

He won't get far.

Giving my son...

Alfred Nyssen...

power of attorney.

Full stop.

Criminal, Wegener.

And you are sure?

Of course we are sure, Mr Ahrensen.

You can now decide if your bank
is to be a winner or a loser

of the imminent restructuring
of the financial market.

Spending 106 million reichsmark
on everyone else drowning

while sitting
in the only intact rescue boat

has a certain cynicism to it.

Not cynicism, Mr Ahrensen,

foresight and common sense

are the architects
of this rescue programme.

And your mother obviously agrees.

What sort of terms did you have in mind?

When do you think
all of this will go down the drain?

We propose three months.

First of January, 1930.

Correct.

OK.

Let's do it.

Junior.

Senior.

What a surprise.

- What happened?
- Sports.

Boxing?

Something like that.

Thank God. I was worried they
arrested you and you won't come back.

Are you OK?

Yes. And you?

- I just hope I won't get on your nerves.
- You'll stay as long as you need to.

Your nephew was telling me about his
adventures with the German Workers' Youth.

They seem to be a robust gang.

Has your mother seen you?

No.

Might not be a good idea in your state.

Senior, I don't want to go back.

Will you talk to her?

Alright.

- Go to your room.
- You what?

You have school tomorrow.
And I need to talk to Mr Katelbach.

- Good night, Mr Katelbach.
- Sleep well, young gentleman.

- Good night.
- Good night, Senior.

Lovely lad. Doesn't smoke, doesn't
drink. Thank God not a vegetarian yet.

But politically a little wobbly.

He's young.

There's no fool like a young fool.

Before I forget...
I have something for you.

A little present for the host.
From my home country.

Wachau. Apricot.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

And...

Did Councillor Wendt fall for it?

I think so.

And Elisabeth? I mean Mrs Behnke?

She played along flawlessly.

She'll get a complaint.

Oh please. The poor woman
has suffered enough.

I'll do what I can.

Where are you off to?

A police colleague is having a birthday.

And before that
I need to talk to the boy's mother.

Go on, standing on one leg
is a wobbly affair.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Good evening.

- I'd like to see Mrs Schwarzbach.
- Whom shall I say is here?

- Her husband.
- One moment, please.

...the gentleman to my left
started to snore loudly.

The lady next to him had a bad cold
and was wheezing...

And then the conductor turns around.

My heart nearly missed a beat.

Yes! He thought I was the culprit!

I, who was sitting in my seat quiet as
a church mouse. I had hardly moved.

It took a while for him to notice
it wasn't me, but the lady next to me.

Gereon?

What are you doing here?

It's about Moritz.

He's at my flat.
And he doesn't want to come back here.

- You what?
- He knows where his home is.

- His home.
- Who is this? Is he "A"?

- His home is with his mother. With me.
- Is he "A full stop"?

What, here? In this... joint?

Helga...

Let's pack your things and go home.

- It's too late now.
- No.

It's not.

I lost the baby.

What?

A miscarriage, Gereon, I lost our baby.

Mr Rath?

Good evening.

What do you want now?

I thought maybe we can all together...

Stop that!

Gereon, stop it! Don't!

Stop it!

Stop right now!

Do something!

Are you OK?

Get out. You're barred from the house!

Get lost.

That's absurd.

High treason and military espionage.

Katelbach is no secret agent, right?

No.

The prosecutor
will never succeed in court.

Write this down, please.

But this story, about Lufthansa
providing their facilities near Berlin

for a military base, that...

That must be a military secret.

First of all, it's an illegal
entanglement of this company

in the secret rearmament of our country,

and thus it must be brought to light
by the fourth instance.

The what?

The free press, Mrs Behnke.

I would say this is a
threatening gesture.

Katelbach, Heymann... They want
to intimidate the entire critical press.

- That's all.
- So you don't think there will be a trial?

Yes, there will.

But you know, a trial can drag on.

For one year, or two.

And during the entire time,
the defendants are under surveillance.

And even the most hard-nosed ones
can't pretend it doesn't impact them.

So they withdraw.
And their opponents have already won.

And what should I tell Mr Katelbach?

Mr Katelbach is in a safe place?

OK. That's all I want to know.

Tell him to stay at that place,
at least for some time.

I will let the prosecutor know
that I'm taking on his defence.

Therefore, every file will pass my desk.

Thank you.

Don't worry too much, Mrs Behnke.

So long.

- Goodbye, Mr Litten.
- Give Mr Katelbach my regards.

Goodbye.

- Are you all good?
- We're fine.

- Charlotte.
- Hi.

Happy birthday. Let me kiss you.

This is for you.

- Thank you.
- Good evening.

All alone tonight?

Don't want, have or need one.
You know.

What about you?
Has your beloved arrived yet?

- Good evening, Detective.
- Good evening.

How are you?

- Excellent.
- You don't look like it.

Show me who?

The one with his back to us.
The blonde one.

Introduce me?

- But you better not say anything.
- I wouldn't.

Yes, you so would.

And then he shouts in a steely voice,
"may the post grow on you!"

Excuse me, Fred,

may I introduce you
to Charlotte Ritter, homicide?

- You must.
- This is Fred Jacoby. He's with Tempo.

Pleased to meet you.

The pleasure is mine.

Do you want... Do you have...
Shall I get you a drink?

I'll get mine.

I'm fine, I still have one.

Excuse me.

Mrs Behnke?

Yes?

I may be able to support you.

Me?

You are trying to uncover
certain illegal machinations,

like in high-flying military circles.

What are you offering?

I have information from the innermost
circle of the German mititary.

No, I have access to such information.

Does Mr Litten know you are here?

Good.
What kind of information is it exactly?

A...

A secret plan.

I believe it's the
so-called shadow army.

The war plans of the Reichswehr.

Deployment plans, size of divisions.

When can you deliver such papers?
How can I access them?

In two, three days?

- OK. Friday?
- Agreed.

Six pm?

At the north entrance of
Kaufhaus des Westens. Do you know it?

Like the back of my hand.

I can't pay my rent.

You must pay your rent.

I can't pay my rent!

You must pay your rent.

I... will pay the rent.

What's that?

Trouble.

Right under the sky.
Can't you live on the ground floor?

They didn't have a vacancy.

I'm sorry.
Another year older.

Take the accordeon.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

A high-ranking visitor.

Evening, everyone.

- And sundry.
- Evening.

Today we're saying happy birthday

Reinhold Gr�fe, 40 years old

Pour me

Pour yourself

Pour us all another drink

- Bravo!
- Here's to you, Reinhold!

To our host, police photographer
and shining star in Berlin's night sky!

- For he's a jolly good fellow!
- Hurrah!

- Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
- Here's to you, dear Reinhold.

And to our friendship.

Thank you for coming.

Right, and now the birthday boy.

What? No, no.

- Oh yes.
- Not in a million years.

First we, then you. Sing!

Sing, sing, sing...

Alright, alright. One moment, please.

There you go!

Excuse me.

Thirsty? Or lonely?

Just thirsty.

I've been a criminalist for a quarter
of a century. You won't fool me.

What do you mean?

For people like us, marriage is poison.

I'd love to ban it for my staff.

But I haven't managed that so far.

Sometimes our job forces us to make
private decisions which are unpleasant

but imperative.

What makes you say that?

Trust me.

A song... written at a time

when I didn't know yet who it was for.

I was alone in my dreams

In my mind I was kissing

A thousand times

Today I saw you standing at my door

I wonder, may you be looking for me?

I can see it in your eyes

Only I can understand this look

You are everything I want

You are everything I want

Come and carry me through the world

Come and take my whole life

You are everything I want

You are everything

We don't have long

Our time trickles away

Don't you see the world is breaking up

I've been longing for you far too long

I just never told you about it

You are everything I want

You are everything

This star will burn up in a flash

Our luck depends on the morrow now

You are everything I want

You are everything

Come and carry me through the world

Come and take my whole life

You are everything I want

You are everything

Ali K�hler?

And who are you?

That doesn't matter.

We heard you had some trouble
with that swastika guy, Horst Kessler.

What if I did?

He's stirring up your district, K�hler.

First he takes your girl and...
then your people.

When that Kessler guy is dead
you'll get the same again.

And how will I get the rest?

We'll find you.

Don't you worry.

Subtitles by: Stephanie Geiges