All language subtitles for 17 Moments of Spring Part 02

Central Studio
of Children and Youth Films

named after M. GORKY

By commission of the State Committee
of the USSR Council of Ministers

on Radio and Television Broadcasting

SEVENTEEN MOMENTS OF SPRING

Part 2

Starring

Stirlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV

Stalin - Andro KOBALADZE

Chief of Soviet Intelligence -
Pyotr CHERNOV

Pastor Schlagg - Rostislav PLYATT
Mueller - Leonid BRONEVOY

Kaltenbrunner -
Mikhail ZHARKOVSKY

Klaus - Lev DUROV

Frau Zaurich - Emiliya MILTON
Gabi Nabel - Svetlana SVETLICHNAYA

Guard at Stirlitz's cottage -
Alexei DOBRONRAVOV

One-Eyed - Rudolf PANKOV

Narrated by Efim KOPELYAN

Having received today the Center's
instructions,

Stirlitz could not know
that 6 days ago

Stalin, upon familiarizing himself with
the latest reports of Soviet agents,

summoned late at night the chief of
intelligence and told him...

The detection of any fascist
attempts at coming to terms

with the most aggressive

imperialist
groups in the West

should be regarded by you

as number one priority.

I understand, Comrade Stalin.

Obviously, you
must realize that...

the main figures of those
possible separate negotiations

would most likely be
Hitler's closest associates

who enjoy authority

both among the party apparatus

and the people they've deceived.

It's them, his closest associates,

who are to become the target
of your intent observation.

No doubt that the closest
associates of the tyrant,

being on the brink of downfall,

will betray him
to save their lives.

Stirlitz could not
and did not know that.

But as an experienced intelligence
agent, he knew only too well

that such a directive of the Center
was based on serious information,

that the mission he had been
today entrusted with

was probably entrusted
to several agents,

not only to him.

He also realized

that whatever separate
negotiations might begin now,

they could not have
changed the course of events

and the relationships that had been
formed as a result of the war.

Strength, courage,

and victory itself

were on the side of his country.

Yet he had got a mission to fulfill.

And Stirlitz understood
very well all its complexity.

He didn't even see at the moment
how to approach it.

He only knew that
to accomplish that mission,

he had to go up to the very top
of the Reich,

to Göring,

to Goebbels,

to Bormann and Himmler.

If such negotiations had begun,

they had to be initiated by
one of those four.

But who?

Getting down now to
the final analysis of the material

he had managed
to gather in all those years,

he had to weigh
all the pros and cons.

He had no right
to make a mistake in his analysis.

Who of the four?

Göring?

Goebbels?

Bormann?

Himmler?

Who?

02.15.1945
(08 hours 12 minutes)

Hello.

You look just right.

How long have you not eaten?

Three days.
Work is work.

Now listen.

What should you concentrate
your attention on?

On the pastor's role
in the pacifist movement.

To whom in Switzerland he
went and why, for example.

There is a traitor living there,
Krause, who used to be a Minister.

But I'm mostly interested in how
he will react to you as a Communist.

It interests me very much.

Standartenfuhrer,
the column of prisoners is coming.

There have been changes. The pastor
isn't at home, he's at the kirk.

What is he doing there?
He's banned from giving service.

- He plays the organ.
- The organ?

- He plays the organ.
- He plays the organ?!

- Is there a cellar there?
- I think there is.

Klaus, do you know where the kirk is?

- I got it.
- Let's go, it's time.

Help me.

To the cellar, to the cellar...

To the cellar, to the cellar.

To Berlin.

And hurry up.

Your life line is long,
easily traced,

and promises a full prosperity.

- Yes...
- Well?

A full prosperity.

We can hope that everything will be
even better and brighter in the future.

Good evening.

Would you like a beer?

No, thank you.

Please bring me
cognac and matches.

Good evening, Mister Bolzen.

Good evening, Frau Zaurich.
Will you join me?

Thank you.

I have an idea, Mister Bolzen.

All right.

If someone asks for me,
I went to play chess.

Gabi, if someone calls,
I'm playing chess.

Mister Bolzen,
I think I'm going to win today.

Last time you
thought so too.

Last time I was
obviously not at my best.

Even Gabi said so.

Where's she?
I haven't seen her for quite some time.

Oh, she's here!

She's as usual sitting as quietly
as a mouse in her corner,

typing those wonderful articles of hers.

It's so cold in our house.

This is my lorgnette.

I think it's always cold there now,
in winter and in summer alike.

These are my beads, they're very old.

They belonged to my mother. Yes.

The room Frau Nabel occupies
is particularly cold.

It's a corner room.

It used to be
my elder son's room.

Frau Nabel, the boss
wants the menu to be retyped.

All right, Paul, I'll do it.

The boss wants it right away.

All right, I'll do it right away.

Did Frau Nabel
know your son?

No, not at all.

Gabi never met him.

I made my move.

I got to know her...

well, when...

her house was bombed down.

Paul!

- Yes, sir?
- More beer.

Right away.

What is this?

Checkmate?

No, that's no good. You didn't make
that move, and I didn't make mine.

Put it back, mine is here and yours
is there. That was no good.

I'll play the Kara-Kann defense.
Only don't interfere.

- What will you play?
- The Kara-Kann defense.

Well, go ahead.

Well, it's quite possible.

Oh, so you move here...

Well, well, well...
No way.

Information to be pondered over.
Göring.

Veteran of the Hitler Party,
Reich Marshal, the Fuhrer's successor.

Married for the second time,
has two children.

High-school education.

"Kill, kill and kill.

Don't think of the consequences.

You must know:
I'll answer for all of you."

Hermann Göring.

In 1942, the Soviet Air Force

had shattered the myth of the German
Air Force's invincibility.

And when the Allies' 800 airplanes

had broken the air
defenses of the Luftwaffe

and destroyed and burned down Kiel,

Hitler was yelling at Göring in public:

"Not one enemy bomb will
ever fall on the Reich!

Who was saying that to the nation?

Who was assuring the Party of that?

The leader's profession

is in the exact correlation of
promises and their fulfillment, Göring.

And you have deceived the nation."

Göring was known as a heroic
pilot of World War One.

After the Munich Beer Hall Putsch
he fled to Italy,

and returned to Berlin
only following the amnesty.

Hitler proposed Göring as candidate
to the Reichstag.

He had to win
the trust of the people.

But he felt much more
at ease with the fascists,

and with the magnates
that paid the Hitlerites.

Following the Nazis' victory,

Göring became
Reich Marshal of the Air Force,

Reich President of the Reichstag,

Reich President of Prussia,

Reich Minister of the Air Force,

responsible for
carrying out the 4-year plan,

Chief Forest Warden of Germany.

As early as 1935,

word went around
the lower-level apparatchiks:

"Göring is no longer
our Göring.

He doesn't receive his Party
comrades as he used before.

He makes them stand
in line in his office

to be signed up for an appointment.

He wallows in luxury.

He stopped mixing with the people."

At first it was said
almost in whisper.

But when Göring built
himself a castle, Karinhall,

where he had endless hunting
parties,

the leader of the Labor Front, Ley,
complained to Hitler.

"Göring's style," he said,
"is corrupting the nation."

Goebbels added:
"Luxury sucks in, my Fuhrer.

We must help our Hermann."

And Hitler went to Karinhall.

"Leave him alone," he said
after a talk with Göring.

Only Hermann knows how to present
himself to Western diplomats.

Let us regard this castle
as the people's property.

Let's think that Göring
just lives there."

It was near Karinhall that
a concentration camp was built,

where at Göring's sanction experiments

were conducted on sick old
people and children.

"That's what the nation wants," said
Göring after a visit to that death camp.

It was from Karinhall
that Göring gave the order

to destroy Guernica.

It was from Karinhall that he
ordered to bomb Barcelona,

Warsaw, Moscow,

Coventry,

Belgrade,

Cracow, Leningrad.

It was where he returned
after Hitler

for the first time subjected him
to humiliating criticism in 1942,

after the Allies' air raids.

Since then he began to shun
political activity,

moved away from his old friends,
making rare appearances at receptions.

Though for everybody
in the Reich

he remained the Fuhrer's successor,

his closest comrade-in-arms,
Nazi Number Two.

Himmler once
said to Schellenberg:

"That's it. Göring is finished.

Hitler will never forgive him
for the bombing of Germany."

And so, Stirlitz eliminated Göring

because the Reich Marshal
had lost the real power

he had had, in the first place,

and secondly,
because at Hitler's sanction

he had been
under the constant observation

of Himmler's secret service.

"No," thought Stirlitz,

in my war
I shouldn't stake on Göring.

He's a colossus with feet of clay."

Who? Who?

Yes? I got you.

Who else was sharing
your defeatist attitudes?

Who of your co-workers,
subordinates, assistants?

Who?!

You're going to tell me, swine.

Go on with interrogation.

02.15.1945
(18 hours 38 minutes)

Top secret.

Personal file on Heinrich Mueller,

Gruppenfuhrer of the SS, Chief of
the 4th Dept. Of the Reich Security

(secret state police, Gestapo).

Reference on Heinrich Mueller,
member of the Nazi Party since 1939,

SS Gruppenfuhrer, Chief of
the 4th Dept. Of the Reich Security.

A true Arian.

Of Nordic character, self-possessed.

Sociable and equable
with friends and colleagues.

Merciless towards the Reich's enemies.

A good family man.
No discrediting liaisons.

Proved an outstanding
organizer of work.

I don't wish to awaken in you

the vicious chimera of suspiciousness

towards your Party
comrades-in-arms.

But facts point to the following.

First.

Stirlitz, though indirectly,

is partly responsible for the failure

of the Cracow operation.

He was there when the city,

by some strange coincidence,
remained intact,

though it was supposed
to be blown up.

Second.

He was on the case of the missing
V-2 rocket.

The rocket has disappeared.

I pray to God that it has sunk

in the marshes between
the Wisla and the Wkra.

Third.

He's still in charge of a number of
questions

relating to the retaliation weapon.

And though there're no visible
failures yet...

there are neither

any breakthroughs, successes
or tangible victories.

I would be happy, Mueller,

if you could now, before
his files have been brought here,

refute my suspicions.

I like Stirlitz.

And I would like to get from you

a documented refutation

of my sudden suspicions.

I have never received
any signals on him.

Yet... no one can be guaranteed
against mistakes

and failures in our work.

So you think
that I'm quite wrong?

No, not at all.

Certainly, we must analyze

the suspicions we've got
from every angle.

Otherwise, why maintain
my apparatus at all?

We all might be called then

loafers
evading the frontline.

Do you have more facts?

What can I tell you...

I don't even know what to tell you.

I've asked to tape-record

his conversations with our
people for a few days.

Those whom I absolutely trust
openly talk with each other

about our tragic situation,

the stupidity of our military,

the cretinism of Ribbentrop,

about that idiot Göring,

about the nightmare
that awaits every one of us,

if the Russians break into Berlin.

And Stirlitz just says: "Nonsense,

everything's all right,
everything goes the right way."

Love for the Fatherland and the Fuhrer

doesn't mean a blind
faith in your colleagues.

I asked myself: Perhaps he's an idiot?

We have so many
dimwits who fecklessly

repeat Goebbels' abracadabra.

No, he's not an idiot.

Then why isn't he being honest?

Either he doesn't trust anyone

or he is afraid of something,

or he is scheming something

and wants to be crystally pure.

But in this case, what can he scheme?

All his operations must have
an outlet abroad, to the neutrals.

I asked myself:
Will he come back from there?

And if he comes back, wouldn't he
get in touch there with the neutrals,

the opposition and other scoundrels?

And I couldn't find a definite answer,

neither positive,
nor negative.

Yes...

Do you want to look
at his file first,

or can I take it now?

You take it.
I have to go to the Fuhrer now.

You've been drinking?

No, not a drop.

Why are your eyes bloodshot then?

I didn't sleep.

Too much work on Prague.

Our men are tailing
the underground there.

It will get very interesting there
in the next few weeks.

Kruger will give you assistance.

He's an excellent worker,
though lacks imagination.

Have some cognac.

- It will perk you up.
- I wish it did.

On the contrary, cognac makes me
dazed. I prefer vodka.

This one won't make you dazed.
Prosit!

This villa
is a safe house.

At one time its purchase was
transacted through dummy persons

and a Bolzen,

chief engineer
of the people's chemical plant

named after Robert Ley,

got the right of using the villa.

He hired a guard, giving him
a high salary and a good ration.

That Bolzen was
Standartenfuhrer of the SS Stirlitz.

Today he came here
to meet with

his agent provocateur, Klaus.

Information to be pondered over.

Goebbels.

Veteran of Hitler's Party,
Reich Minister of Propaganda,

Obergruppenfuhrer of the SS,
the Gauleiter of Berlin,

the architect of the Third
Reich's new morals.

Married, has six children.

High-school education.

"You should be cruel and
merciless when it comes to those

we're fighting against

and who are doomed by us
for total annihilation.

No pity can ever stir
in your hearts

for a Slav, a Jew, a Frenchman.

Remember: You are
the future masters of the world."

Goebbels.

Leader of the Berlin
Nazi organization,

Chief of the press, propaganda
and culture, Joseph Goebbels

was known in the Reich as an orator
and a political strategist,

the initiator of the banishment from
Germany of Thomas Mann,

Albert Einstein,
Bertold Brecht, Anna Seghers.

On his orders a fine publicist,
von Oschecki, had been killed.

At his sanction, the best German
journalists, Communists and

and Social Democrats were executed.

"The Possessed Nazi" - that was
Goebbels' nickname in the Party.

Although Reichsfuhrer Himmler's
officials called the Reich Minister

differently in their secret reports.

He was referred to
by the codename

"The Babelsberg Buck".

Not once had the Gestapo agents
spotted the Reich Minister

in the boudoirs of actresses during
night orgies in Babelsberg.

But scandal broke out
when it became known

that Goebbels had an affair
with Czech actress Lida Baarova.

Goebbels was summoned
to the Party office

and for 4 hours was subjected
to humiliating questioning

about his affair
with an inferior Slav woman.

Shortly after these events,
which almost cost Goebbels

his career,

Stirlitz saw the Reich Minister
at a book fair.

He remembered Goebbels' hands,

he remembered how carefully

Goebbels handled the book
of selected speeches of Goebbels.

The same night, on Goebbels'
orders books had been burned,

the books of Marx,
Engels, Hegel, Kant,

Heine, Mann, Tolstoy,

Rolland, Gorky, Brecht,
Seghers and many others.

The Reich Minister continued
to expiate his sins

before the new moral of the Third
Reich.

"I, like everyone of us,
will prove to the Fuhrer my loyalty

by the readiness to give every drop
of my blood for him," he said then.

Hitler had forgiven him only on the
day of the assassination attempt

when Goebbels, the only one of
Hitler's bonzes left in Berlin,

had obstructed the insurgent generals
and taken part in their shooting.

It was on his orders that the mass
arrests had been made in Berlin.

In those days hundreds of people were
executed with no trial or investigation.

The Fuhrer had decorated Goebbels,

appointed him the Gauleiter of Berlin

and began to entrust to him trips
to most vulnerable areas of the front,

where the defense was held by
Volksturm men and Hitlerjugend boys.

And finally, in January 1945
the Fuhrer came

to Goebbels' house on his birthday.

That day Goebbels said to his wife:

"With my Fuhrer, I'll rise from
the ashes.

With my Fuhrer, I'll perish.

There's no other alternative."

Goebbels was eliminated by Stirlitz
as a possible candidate

for negotiating
with the West, first,

because he had been already
compromised at one time

and removed by Hitler
from political power.

And this could never be forgotten
either by his foes or by his comrades.

Secondly, he had no ties
to the army or the secret police.

And no one would have sat down
the negotiating table with a statesman

who had no real power behind him.

And, finally,
he was fanatically loyal to Hitler.

London.

London was broadcasting cheerful
music.

The Glenn Miller Orchestra

was playing a composition
from "Sun Valley Serenade".

Himmler liked that film,
and a copy had been bought in Sweden.

Since then the film was often
screened in the basement

of the Main Office
of the Reich Security.

Particularly during
night bombardments,

when it was impossible
to interrogate the prisoners.

So, Göring and
Goebbels had been excluded.

Bormann or Himmler?

Bormann or Himmler, which of the two?

- Yes, Mister Bolzen?
- Listen, Paul...

Today you can go to town
to your children.

Be back tomorrow by 6 a.m.

And if I'm still here, make me strong
coffee, the strongest you can make.

- All right, Mister Bolzen.
- Now you may go.

Stirlitz was waiting for his agent.
The name of the agent was Klaus.

He was recruited 2 years ago.
He was willing to be recruited.

The former proof-reader
liked to court danger.

He worked like an artiste,

disarming interlocutors with his
sincerity and the bluntness of opinion.

He was allowed to say anything

as long as he delivered
prompt results.

02.18.1945
(22 hours 34 minutes)

And here I don't agree with you.

You're so ardently trying to persuade
me that man descended from the monkey,

as if you've met that monkey and
it whispered something into your ear.

Did God whisper into your ear
that He created man?

And the existence of God can't be
proved, you may only believe in Him.

- You believe in the monkey, I in God.
- No.

I believe not in the monkey, but in
the man.

Which descended
from the monkey. Yes, yes...

Did he serve food to you there?

How do you...

You believe in the monkey in the man,

and I believe in God which
is in every man.

In every man? Do you see Him
in the Fuhrer? In Himmler?

I caught him, didn't I?

Yes.

Why don't you
answer my question?

Where's He in the Fuhrer?
Where's He in Himmler?

It's a tough question.

I see you weren't lucky
with your cellmates.

And we had just
amazing debates.

You know, Pastor,
I got my education in prison.

Honestly.

In our cells
there were no easy questions.

I had pickpockets as my cellmates.

With them, you know,
it's not debates that you get.

I see you miss
a good debate.

Well, I don't know...

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Well, how is it?
- Good.

Just delicious, thank you very much.

And what is this?

What is this?

These are the children of my organ
player.

Twins.

He gives them music lessons.

Well, he is not supposed to,
but I allowed him to.

One is out of tune.

Ludwig, the one that is shorter.

Great.

Yes.

Great.

But how about my question?

It's like this.

We're talking with you
about human nature.

Of course, in any of those
scoundrels, Hitler and Himmler,

one might find the traces of,
so to speak, a fallen angel.

But their whole nature had been
so much subordinated to the laws

of brutality, violence and lies

that essentially there has been
nothing human left in them.

No, Pastor, you're evading
a definitive answer.

You know, that skillful habit of yours

to evade definitive answers

had once alienated me from the church.

Wait, wait, but from the camp
you ran to the church.

That's true.

But anyway I know I'm right here.

Because if I were a son of God,
why should I have run from the camp?

I would have just died there,
turning up the other cheek.

What do you mean, "turning up
the other cheek"?

You're projecting
a Biblical parable

onto the real machine
of the Nazi state.

Just think: A parable about
human conscience and Nazism,

a machine which is principally
devoid of conscience.

Well, I don't know...

You're not going to treat
a stone on the road

or a wall you run into
as a being like you.

Great.

You know, Pastor, your place
is in Rome, with the tribunes.

But even here, I catch you red-handed.

So, according to you,
to denounce

everything base and horrible in man
is possible?

Yes, of course, but not what was
inborn, only the acquired.

Fine. I was telling you that
I was a journalist before my arrest.

And my reports
had been banned

both by the Nazis and the Church.

As for the Church, apparently

it was against you
because you were wrong

in treating the nature of man
too severely.

No, I wasn't treating the man.

I was showing the world
of thieves and prostitutes.

The Hitlerites considered it
a slander against the supreme race,

and the Church a slander against
the man.

I'm not afraid of the truth.

You are. All right, maybe not you,
but your colleagues.

I was showing the wretched, the fallen,
who wanted to go to church,

but the Church pushed them away,

because the flock didn't want
to accept the fallen in church

and the pastor never went
against his flock.

It's hard for the pastor
to go against his flock.

But he shouldn't go after
his flock either.

I'm not condemning you for the truth.

I disagree with you about
the prognosis for the man's future.

In your argumentation you're not so
much a pastor as a politician.

And in each man
you only see a politician.

It's like seeing
in a slide-rule

just a tool
for driving nails in.

Besides, you... you get very
nervous when you argue.

But you shouldn't, you're with
a friend.

No...

I get nervous not because of our
argument.

You see...

I would like to...

get in contact with my comrades.

But I don't know...

you...

you...

Come on, speak up, speak up.

I've saved you from the pursuit

and I will help you
find your comrades.

But you're still too weak.

You're not ready yet for your struggle.

I can't let you go like this.

You should first get strong.

You had nothing to smoke at
the pastor's.

I was just suffering without tobacco.

The old man is a great talker,

but I felt like hanging myself
with nothing to smoke.

But how do you...

When you smoke,

you begin to cough,
haven't you noticed it?

Really?
No, I haven't noticed.

Well...

So you're sure that
the old man will put you in contact?

Yes.

He will do
anything for me.

Actually, the fact he was hiding
a fugitive from the concentration camp

speaks eloquently of his
attitude towards the regime.

More than anything, I love to work
with intellectuals and the clergy.

It's just amazing to see a man
willingly going to his death.

Sometimes I felt like yelling to him:
"Stop! Where are you going, you fool?"

Have you got any canned fish?
I'm just going mad without fish.

Nervous cells, you know,
need phosphorus.

I will get good
canned fish for you.

- Which do you prefer?
- I like it in oil.

- Domestic or?
- The latter.

It may be not patriotic,
but I prefer

foodstuffs and drinks made
either in America or in France.

I'll get you a box
of real French sardines.

Thank you.

They're in olive oil, very spicy
and contain a lot of phosphorus.

I looked at your file yesterday.

I would pay a lot
if only I could have a peek at it.

It's not as interesting as it may seem.

When you laugh,

when you talk
or complain about your bad liver,

it makes an impression, especially

when one knows you've carried
out an intricate operation.

But your file is boring.

Just reports and denunciations.

Everything's mixed up:
Your reports, reports on you.

No, it's not interesting.
Something else is intriguing.

I have calculated
that on your denunciations,

on your initiative,
97 persons have been arrested.

And none of them said one word
about you.

Absolutely none.

Though they did quite a job
on them in the Gestapo.

Why are you telling me this?

I don't know.
Sort of trying to analyze it.

Did you feel any pangs of conscience

when the people who'd given you
refuge were later arrested?

The devil only knows.

Perhaps I felt strong
coming into single combat with them.

I got carried away with the fight.

As for what happened to them later...

I don't know.

And what will happen
to us all later?

Well, you may be right.

After us the deluge.

Besides, our people...
it's just cowardice,

baseness, greed, snitching,
it's just in everyone.

You can't be free among the slaves.

So wouldn't it be better to be
the freest among the slaves?

All those years I've been
absolutely free spiritually.

Tell me, who came
to the pastor last night?

- Nobody.
- About 9 o'clock?

No, you're mistaken.

At any case, nobody came
from you. I was alone there.

- You put the house under observation?
- Of course.

Nobody came last night.

But the night before,
his sister was there.

Oh, he just loves her!
He knows her by her footsteps.

- He has a sister?
- A sister and two nephews.

He adores them, and he knows
it's her as soon as she opens the door...

So you're sure that
the old man will work for you?

As you know, I always
get results.

Of course he will!

Actually, I feel in myself
the calling of an oppositionist,

a tribune, a leader.

I'll overwhelm people with
my vigor and logical thinking.

And that pastor
is a very dangerous man.

You think so? Why?

Someone's made a big
mistake by letting him free.

Perhaps. All right.

Good work, Klaus.
But don't brag too much.

Now to business.

For a few days you'll be living
in one of our houses.

Because after that you'll have to do...

a very serious work.

Though it won't be my department.

Take a sheet of paper
from the gray file

and write the following.

Standartenfuhrer,

I'm deadly tired.

I've got no more energy.

I worked in good faith,
but I can't go on.

I want to rest.

That's all. Klaus.

What for?

I think it would be good for you
to go to Innsbruck for a week.

There are casinos there

and young female skiers still
sliding down the mountains.

Without this official letter I can't
secure a week in paradise for you.

I might be accused of being too
liberal towards my favorite agents.

Thank you.
Though I've got enough money.

There's never too much money.
Or is there?

No, there isn't, actually.

They say it's very expensive now
to treat that... influenza.

Try to recall again:
Has anyone seen you at the pastor's?

There's nothing to recall. Nobody.

We'll drop the letter on our
way to your new house.

Get an envelope.

And write another one to the pastor,
so that there may be no suspicions.

Try to write it yourself.
I won't be disturbing you.

Here's my third draft.

Honesty involves action.

Honesty involves action.
Faith is founded on struggle.

Therefore, I can't
forgive myself for inaction.

Inaction is worse than treason.

I am leaving
to carry on struggle.

- Well?
- Great.

Have you ever tried to write?

No.

If I could write,
would I have ever be...

Go on. Aren't we being
honest with each other?

You wanted to say
that if you could write

you would have never worked for us?

Something of the sort.

Not something of the sort, but
exactly that, isn't it so?

Yes.

Good for you. Why would you
be insincere with me?

No reason at all.
Finish your cognac and let's go.

It's dawn already, the bombers
may be here very soon.

How far is the house?

About 10 km away, in the woods. It's
quiet there, you'll get a lot of sleep.

Tell me, Klaus,
about that Minister Krauze,

did he say anything about ex-minister
Krauze?

No, not a word.
I wrote about it in my report.

He immediately went into his shell.
I was afraid to press him.

You did the right thing.

- And nothing about Switzerland?
- Absolutely nothing.

All right, we'll try to approach him
from a different side.

Sure. The important thing is
that he agreed to help me.

Atta boy, that pastor!

Oh, what a beauty!

And the smell, eh?
Ravishing!

I'll surround myself with books now
and read to my heart's content.

Books help me
get prepared for work.

- Do you like reading?
- Yes, I do.

Me, too.
I love to read.

A good book
makes man cleverer,

sharper, even more complex,
I would say.

Oh, what a beautiful place!

It smells so good of rot.

For some reason, all those
condemned to death,

with whom I shared a cell
before their execution,

just loved to confess
their love for nature to me.

And, you know, they put it
in such beautiful words.

Amazing words, I would say.

You know...

Screenplay by
Yulian SEMYONOV

Directed by
Tatiana LIOZNOVA

Director of Photography
Pyotr KATAYEV

Production Designer
Boris DULENKOV

Music by
Mikael TARIVERIYEV

Lyrics by
Robert ROZHDESTVENSKY

English Subtitles by
T. Kameneva

End of Part Two