All language subtitles for Babylon.Berlin.S03E07.BRRip.x264-ION10

Previously on Babylon Berlin...

I'm looking for these two acronyms,
O.W. and F.H.

-Yes.
-Go back to the beginning.

"Those boys are fun, I thought.
One was called Fritz Höckert,

-the other Otto."
-They were using aliases.

Richard Pechtmann...
They are Benda's murderers.

Because what we're experiencing right now
is a mania on the stock market.

That Ahrensen guy
and his Jewish financial business,

they are nothing but a state-subsidised,
international criminal gang.

We'll put a stop to their game.

At the time Betty Winter was murdered,
I was with him.

When you picked me up when I was released,
we were together the entire time.

Okay.

But the problem is,
he was gone for at least 30 or 45 minutes.

If he finds out that I told you that...
He'll kill me.

If we have the 13 here...

Then it was 14-3... then we have...
over in New York I...

-There I...
-Mr. Nyssen.

Then I have Samuel Oppenheim.

In Frankfurt am Main
he has the stockmarket...

-Yes, that's it.
-Mr. Nyssen!

-Mr. Nyssen, I'm sorry, but--
-I know.

My doctor's appointment is in...
In 21 minutes!

The thing is,

none of the companies can seriously expect
such an increase in value.

But by now the whole country
is banking on the gains spiralling up

without any cause to believe it.

It's a...

You could call it mass hysteria.

-Why is this such a burning issue for you?
-Pardon?

I'm devoting myself
to the nation's future.

That's the answer you would give
a reporter of Deutsche Allgemeine.

But please don't forget this: I...

am your analyst.

I beg your pardon.

What are you looking for...

when you dive so deeply
into this matter?

Sometimes it seems to me
as if you were following a plan.

As if there was a goal that lies
outside of the society,

outside of this great economic context.

What is driving you?

Your dedication in this matter,

your extensive research...

Germany's economic future?

What is the end goal for you?

What is it, Mr Nyssen?

Revenge.

Where is Detective Rath?

Hasn't turned up yet.

What's the matter?

-Operator, which number?
-Please give me Berlin 13-11.

-One moment.
-I'm listening.

We're natural born listeners.

Always ready.

-She doesn't trust us.
-There's no answer.

-She's right.
-Yes.

Now she wants to talk to us after all.

It's about Walter Weintraub.

Could we keep him under surveillance?

Could we do it without DS Böhm?

Okay.

Excuse me. Where can I find the stables?

-This way?
-Yes.

Thank you.

Hello.

-Which one of you is Richard Pechtmann?
-Why?

Has he done something wrong?

What do you want from him?

To ask him something.

With whom does he have the pleasure?

Rath, CID.

Is it you? Richard Pechtmann?

Since 22 April 1904,
if I can believe my mother. Why?

Does the name Greta Overbeck ring a bell?

No. Don't know her.

She was the maid of Councillor Benda.

August Benda.

Have you heard that name before?

Not that I know of.

You met Miss Overbeck
on May 5th this year at the lake.

You started a relationship
with the girl.

Calling yourself Fritz Höckert.

Not so fast.

I don't know any Greta Something-or-other.

So I can't have a relationship with her.
And I can't swim.

Okay. So you won't mind me
taking you to a line-up.

-You what?
-A line-up.

You and Greta Overbeck, face-to-face.

-What, right now?
-Correct.

Well, I'm at work right now.

Not anymore.

Let's go.

I can arrest you right here
if you'd prefer.

No, it's alright.

I'm coming.
You'll cover my loss of earnings.

DISTRICT COURT
BERLIN-MITTE

The verdict is final, dear colleague.

According to the records, the defendant
rejected an appeal while still in court.

No, she refused to appeal,
which is not surprising, as she confessed.

But you, dear colleague,
know as well as I do

that with a verdict as harsh as this one,

any duty solicitor
must apply for a revision.

Since the duty solicitor
neglected his duty to contest the verdict,

I will do this on behalf of the defendant.

This document
states my reasons for the revision.

A second document is sent out today

to complain to the appropriate office
at the Ministry of Justice.

Isn't it a bit disproportionate,
the furor with which

you're trying to save
a legitimately convicted individual?

Is it because she is pointing the finger
at two communists?

I'm just pointing out the rights
of a citizen who has been wronged.

In a constitutional state
whose values I believe in.

Are you a communist, Mr Litten?

I'm a defense lawyer.

Good day.

Put me through to police headquarters,
Councillor Wendt.

Hoffmann. Help me out here.

-Detective?
-Take him to Interrogation Room 1

and wait for me.

Yes, sir.

Off we go, move.

Stop pulling me, I'm coming.

What I need now, from you,
is a special warrant

for a line-up between Richard Pechtmann
and Greta Overbeck.

You are the only one
who can authorise this.

Where is the man now?

Downstairs, Interrogation Room 1.

Give me the women's prison
in Berlin-Friedrichshain.

Let's go.

The perfect murder method of the week.

A small insulin injection
into an unconscious or sleeping body

and the sleeper will continue to sleep...

...for good.

What about the injection site?

Wouldn't forensics find that?

Rubbish. An insect bite, that's all.

Tricky thing, insulin murder.

Particularly for the wise guys upstairs.

Are these really all
of the victim's effects?

-I mean Tilly Brooks?
-Yes.

As requested,
I prepared everything for inspection.

Clothing, jewellery, and so on.

I can't believe that we can't find
any leads. We've never had that before.

-Do you need my help?
-No.

Continue with the comparisons.

Very well.

-You really think I can come up?
-Don't worry,

Mum said you can eat with us.

Mother?

Oh no. No.

We can't do the garden today.
I have work to do.

Give me your bag and go upstairs,
Mrs. Schmidt is waiting with dinner.

-Go!
-See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

We'll do the garden
on the weekend, promise.

Alright, Mrs. Cziczewicz.

Hey there.

You've picked the best pair of the lot.

More trusting and loyal than the others.
Very tame.

You won't have problems
with them in the flat.

How much is it?

I only sell them as a pair.
Six marks a piece.

So 12 marks for both of them?

Well, I'll have to save up
for quite a while then.

But they are beautiful, thank you.

Ruth! Esther!
Come back here. Right now!

Can you save them for me?
Until I have the money?

We'll see.

Weishaupt? Come over here.

Yes.

Who examined the medallion, you?

Yes.

You didn't open it. That's sloppy work.

Look here.

A hair.

Correct. A sloppy job.

But now we have something
we can work with.

-Well then...
-Off you go!

Miss Overbeck,
this is Chief of Police Zörgiebel.

My name is Gereon Rath.

We met a short while ago,

at your former employer's house,
Councillor Benda.

I want you to follow me to that window

and take a look into the room.

Please come here.

Is that him?

Is he the man you met as Fritz Höckert?

-Miss Overbeck?
-I don't know.

I will ask you one more time.

Is this the man you met
by the name of Fritz Höckert?

Whom you had a relationship with

and who you thought was dead?

No, it's not him.

That's impossible.

-I don't know this man.
-Why are you crying then?

Look at him.

Look at him!

Detective, control yourself.

Take the inmate back.

Why are you protecting him?

Why are you protecting him?

You can leave.

Okay, then...

-About my loss of earnings--
-Get out!

Thank you, General,
for persuading your esteemed circle

to give me the chance today
to introduce you to something.

An idea.

Picture yourself in a casino.

At a roulette table, like this one here.

And you place a large amount
of very valuable chips

neither on a colour
nor on a number.

Instead you place your entire bet
next to the table.

The croupier will ask
what you are doing, and you say,

"The next ball you spin
will find neither colour nor number.

Give me, say, a hundred times my bet...

if my prophecy is correct."

We can assume that the croupier
will accept this in his view absurd,

but lucrative proposal.

You have an interesting profession,
I mean, you.

The player.

You are a geologist and you've developped
a localisation system for earthquakes.

It can predict their location
and time to the second.

And when the croupier
then spins the ball...

...the entire casino
is shaken by the shock wave

of two eroding tectonic plates.

The ball, which was on its way safely
to a random number between 1 and 36

flies out of the wheel
into the empty space

and is swallowed up by a crack
opening up the vibrating parquet floor.

Then there is silence.

The quake is over.

The damage is enormous.

But one man,

that is you...

...the seemingly reckless gambler,

leaves a hall with a broken bank

and pockets full of money.

I want to talk to you about
the economic situation of our country.

The situation we face
in the stock markets in Germany

has the dimensions of an earthquake,
and a devastating one to boot.

Take a seat.

Small investors are offered investments,

which they can never pay back.

Those are substantial sums.

But you're investing in many areas.

Even if one paper
is not performing favourably,

you still have five, six,
seven others to absorb it.

-Yes, but... 200,000 marks?
-A bargain

if you look at the development
of the stock market.

And you have generated almost
enough increase in value in your stock

to secure the purchase with that.

No price is increasing
anywhere near as fast

as the debts of the army
of guileless wannabe investors.

If this goes wrong,
I need three lifetimes to pay this back.

The market is flying higher and higher.

Why not get a nice piece
of that pie for yourself?

There's nothing to suggest
that your prediction will come true.

The Americans are showing us how.

Growth in almost all segments
has been constant for years.

The Americans will be the first

whose pipe-dreams explode in their faces.

And then it's our turn.

Because the panic will slosh over to us.

Like a floodwave of biblical dimensions.

It will look harmless enough from afar,

but it approaches suprisingly fast
and washes everything away.

So you seriously want to make a fortune

by betting on the downfall of our economy?

I want us, all of you and I,

seize the opportunity to shape
a radical, new beginning for society.

There you are at last.

-Did we arrange to meet?
-No, but I need to talk to you.

What's the matter?

Are you okay?

No.

What happened?

-You had something urgent to say.
-Yes, but you first.

I found a witness
for the Greta Overbeck case.

-What kind of witness?
-Her lover.

-The one who hooked your friend.
-Where is he?

It wasn't him.

-What?
-She didn't recognise him.

-Greta?
-Yes.

And everything in me says it's not true.

What did you want?

Walter Weintraub. He is connected
with the murder at the film studio.

Vera Lohmann told me.

-How so?
-Assistant Inspector Ritter?

-Yes?
-Excuse me, Detective.

Are you still dealing
with the Brooks case?

-Of course we are. What's up?
-We found a lead

in the Brooks case.

-Do you want to come?
-Yes, okay.

And how exactly is this to be done?

Naked sales.

The Americans call it "short selling".

You sell shares
you don't actually own yet.

How does that work?

We offer to sell shares
at a moment in time X,

let's say in three months' time.

And we offer them at an incredibly
good price from today's point of view.

However, the price is only good compared
with the enormous prices of today.

But after the earthquake,
when time X has arrived,

we sell at the price
that was set back then,

then the real price we have to pay
will be at rock bottom.

On that day X
we will stock up on cheap shares.

But our buyers have to pay.

-Because they have committed to that.
-Fairytales.

So the question is, are you,
all of you here in this room, prepared

to invest 40 to 50 million reichsmark?

An investment at the end of which

we can expect profits
of over one billion reichsmark.

Why don't you do it?

Don't you have the capital?

Not of this magnitude.

General, I thought in a gentlemen's club
you meet gentlemen

and not gamblers like him.

I'm not an economist.

I wanted your your opinion on this matter.

I am an economist.

And the pipe dreams of our host here...

totally lack economic sense.

Gentlemen.

General.

This is a photograph of the hair,
of the head hair...

The top layer of hair.

Of the top layer of hair,

which we found in the medallion
of murder victim Tilly Brooks.

We compared it
to hair from the suspects,

and we actually found a match.

-You collect hair?
-We have a register

where we record physical properties
of convicted criminals.

These properties include hair,
fingerprints--

Alright. Whose hair is this?

Walter Weintraub.

He murdered Tilly Brooks.

Go on then, go out and become famous.

Pardon?

You arrest the Phantom.

You'll join the ranks of
investigative demigods in this department,

you'll have your picture taken,
you let the press celebrate you

even if it was a risible hair
from an idiotic register

that put you on the right track.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.
-Come on.

DO NOT ENTER!

Thank you, gentlemen.

-Much obliged, thank you.
-You're welcome.

Right, men, listen up.

You know what's at stake.

You spread out over the entire area.

No-one, I'm telling you,
no-one comes into this hall

unless you've frisked them
two or three times. Is that clear?

Johnny, you're personally responsible

for making sure
nothing happens to our main girl.

You don't let her out of your sight.
If she needs a pee, you'll flush. Got it?

Sure.

Right, men, let's go.

You two stay out here,
the rest of you inside.

We'll do the ballustrade...

Good evening, Colonel.

Mrs. Peters.

-The mail?
-On your desk.

-Wonderful. Do I smell sauerkraut?
-Yes.

Very good. I haven't eaten all day.

Then I'll heat up the meat right away.

If I didn't have you...

Then, Colonel,
you'd have someone younger.

Would you serve my food here?
I'm expecting visitors.

Certainly.

-Boss.
-Where's Weintraub?

He's shooting the film in there.

-They're shooting again?
-Looks like it.

And who are those nice guys?

-Guards.
-Their guards.

-Weintraub is here for sure?
-He's in there.

-Yes, in there.
-You stay here.

Yes, sir.

So today we'll be shooting
Elsa's encounter with the demon again.

Isabel's first entrance until 63.

In 10 minutes
I want all the cameras ready on set.

Where will we find Mr. Weintraub?

-What do you want him for?
-I'll ask him myself.

-So?
-He was at the office earlier.

If you please?

This way.

Mr. Weintraub?

Señor Walter?

Mr. Weintraub?

Seegers' hesitation in returning
to the Reichstag

can have only one cause.

-He's afraid.
-Afraid? Of what?

Seegers is afraid of power.

Afraid of political power because
he needs the people to be on his side.

But he doesn't understand the people.

The meeting with that daydreamer
should have proven that.

What a waste of time.

So gentlemen, may I,
or are there any objections?

Re!

Kontra.

Brutus.

-Mine.
-No!

From Schleicher.

A double stab with the dagger,
unbelievable.

Incredible.

Trick of the century.

What about that journalist?

Katelbach.

He's turning into a troublemaker,
I'm afraid.

But we have the means for that.

Use the SA.

They shouldn't become
our regular clean-up crrew.

Why not?

Because we mustn't be indebted
to those people.

They are useful
as long as they hold our stirrups.

Yes, but they understand the people.

Understanding the people doesn't
make you capable of ruling a state.

They won't be leading.

He's double dealing.

Why?

Because you took the trick from Papen
when he said Kontra,

so as a Re, I'd say you're my man.

I'm happy to have your trust.

But your fickleness makes me wonder.

We're married after all. I'm glad.

The NSDAP won't stand in our way.

On the contrary,
they'll clear the way for us

thanks to their connection
with the people.

Fine, but watch out.

Give them your little finger,
and those mutts will take your whole hand.

Please get ready to shoot.

We want to shoot in ten.

Arms up. Hold your breath. Wonderful.

Get ready to shoot!

-We'll shoot in ten.
-Very nice.

I like that.

Hold.

And down.

Turn around.

That's wonderful.

Turn around again.

I like that a lot.

Hold your head straight. Nice.

That's great. And up.

Shoulders...

-There!
-Get Henning and Czerwinski!

Weintraub!

Weintraub, freeze!

Stay down!

What's going on here?

Don't leave the hall. You are safe here.

We've called for backup.

-We need to find Detective Rath.
-Okay.

You stay here and guard the crime scene.

Czerwinski, over there.
I take the north exit.

Help!

Vera!

Vera! Vera!

Lotte...

Call a doctor!

Call a doctor, quickly!

Get a doctor!

Everything is so dark.

We know who you are, Weintraub.

-Get together everyone!
-Close together!

-Hands up.
-Arms up!

Jump!

We'll catch you!

Careful, careful. Slowly.

-Alright?
-Charlotte, are you okay?

-Vera...
-Are you in pain?

Subtitle translation by Stephanie Geiges