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So, you're Russian?

Born in Russia, living in Berlin at the moment.

What were you doing in New York?

Just a holiday, two days. To see the airscrapers.

You mean skyscrapers.

Yes. Fantastika.

What brings you to Berlin?

Let's say it's business. Family business.

Are you German?

Jewish.

A little bit of both.

On the way home, then.

You could say that, yes.

Now you.

Tell me, what do you want in Berlin?

Why should I tell you that?

Isn't that what you do when you travel?

You meet a stranger and tell them your secrets?

Without reservation?

Because you'll never see them again?

So?

What is your secret?

Since I come from Russia, naturally, I'm a...

spy.

A Communist?

You bet.

What's your mission?

Nothing special.

I'm helping a comrade escape from prison.

- That's it? - Yeah.

Except for the usual spy stories. Procuring information, infiltration,

political murders. Stuff like that.

Now you.

What's your family business?

My father was tricked and robbed many years ago.

I will take revenge.

Toni! Toni!

Toni, wait.

Toni, wait for me.

Toni!

Toni!

Wait!

Toni!

No!

Toni!

May I introduce myself?

Malzig.

Mine was better.

Yours?

My dream.

Shit, a quarter to eight.

Get out of Metz.

Paris is bigger.

I need to go to work. Why are you in such a hurry today?

I don't believe this.

- What? - What do you mean, what?

- That's today? - We made a date a week ago.

I don't believe it.

- I'm sorry, Lotte... - Rudi, why are you such a loser?

How am I to organize a new dance partner on the fly? I need the money.

One thousand marks. Do you think I can pass that up?

I'll come as quickly as I can.

- Second half. - Yeah, right.

I promise, Lotte.

Yes.

You can count on me.

Rudi Malzig, dependability personified.

- Get home safely, boys, okay? - Yes, sure.

Jacky.

- I've been wanting to see you. - Why?

Rudi Malzig, the show-off,

just came running along here, fresh from your parlor.

- I can't deny that. - Why do you keep falling for him?

- I wonder. - He's a nitwit, Lotte.

You can say that again.

- It's still my apartment up there, okay? - You're right.

- Yes? - Yes. Stop it now.

- Here. - What?

We're going dancing.

- Now? - Yep. It starts at nine.

Just three marks entry fee, and we can win 1,000.

Do you have the three marks?

No, but...

I thought...

you might.

Maybe.

Come on.

- Come on. - Lotte, I've been working all night.

I'm dog-tired.

What do I get for that?

Twenty pfennigs.

What do you have?

Glashütte. Pocket watch. As new.

It is new.

It's 585 gold.

That's nice for you.

You won't get nothing for it.

Why not?

You know that yourself.

Twenty marks. And I'll never see you again.

Goodbye...

We shouldn't cave in just because he's hiding for a few days.

No one is caving in, Döbrich, no one.

None of us wants to breed discord in the ranks,

but I won't let myself be used without a leader without knowing what for.

Suck up to those Munich swells, why don't you?

- What happened? - Hitler's shat his pants.

- He's fed up to the gills. - With what?

Of us going our own way with Stennes. And damaging the movement.

And Stennes has disappeared.

And Görlitz is calling every ten minutes. Helldorff's ears are smoking by now.

But where is Stennes?

- He can't just go into hiding. - He hasn't.

I know now where he is. That's why I'm here.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes.

- He's still being detained. - Comrades.

Oberführer Stennes has been removed by the supreme authority.

Hitler personally decided to make me the new head of Sturmabteilung East.

I told the Führer that I will follow his orders.

- Heil Hitler! - Heil Oberführer!

Jacoby speaking, Fred Jacoby. Mr. Grundmann?

I see. Yes, thank you.

Jacoby speaking, Fred Jacoby. That's the one.

Social, local news, sports. I...

Zeidler, you old sugar-baker, long time no see. How's the famous phimosis?

Hey, we've known each other for a long time, so I'll just ask you straight.

Do you have work?

Are you calling the entire phone book?

I need to make one more call, please. One more.

- Read this. "Be brief." - Nearly done.

BLANK, HERRMANN DER ANGRIFF

Intolerable!

BERLIN CENTER OF BERLIN-KREUZBERG

Der Angriff, editor's office.

- This is Fred. - Fred who?

Jacoby.

Fred Jacoby, how charming. I thought I'd never hear from you again.

- Where are you? - In Berlin.

I should have known.

Where else? Welcome to the den of iniquity.

And what are you up to?

I'm afraid I'm UAM. Unemployed at the moment.

Well, you're not the only one right now.

- Is there something you could do? - Sure.

But I thought my joint is not for posh writers like you.

My posh art is not much in demand at the moment. Probably applies to you too.

On the contrary, you couldn't have called at a better time.

We need fresh minds like yours.

- You do? - Yes.

- Well, maybe we should meet up. - How about lunch today?

No, today is no good, I... just took on a job.

But I thought you needed one.

No, this job is finite. For sure. By Monday, the horror is over.

All right, then, Monday it is.

I'd love it if we pulled an all-nighter, just the two of us.

- Yeah. - An old tradition.

We'll do that. Look forward to it.

Finally.

I'll be quick, okay?

- You again! - Him again.

- I heard. You're unemployed, too. - Don't mention it.

- And you're the whipper-in? - I'll take what I can get.

Well, then...

- Jacoby? Are you Fred Jacoby? - Indeed.

At last. I was starting to think you're standing us up.

Come on, come on.

This is your spot for the next two, three days. You know the rules, yes?

- Yes, ma'am. - You better. Go on then, master.

- Good evening. - Gentlemen.

And one, two, three, four.

Let's do this.

Dames and drones, swingers and swayers, flinchers and fidgeters,

wobblers and wavers, shakers and stompers. It's 9:59 a.m.

The first round of the first Berlin Ladies' Dance Marathon begins now!

Please remember. Every two hours,

we permit two and a half minutes for hygiene purposes and food.

You can drink while you dance.

During the break, your partner will wait by the judge's table.

Our judges will announce your disqualification

after exactly two and a half minutes if you haven't picked up your partner.

You can always swap partners. For us, men are replacement goods.

As a rule, any lady who pauses for more than ten seconds,

whether sitting, standing or sleeping, is automatically eliminated.

However, the lady who is alone on the dance floor in the end

will take home the incredible prize of 1,000 reichsmark.

The prize is ours.

And now! Sway your hips! The city is rooting for you!

A day like gold 100,000 volts in your veins

A night like velvet and silk

A day like gold You have everything you want

A night, it couldn't be better

Two steps to the left Then back, then forward

Now or never, we're born to dance

Everything shivers, it's alive Link your arms

Is it possible we're crazy?

A day like gold 100,000 volts in your veins

A night like velvet and silk

Life, is it but a dream?

It would be nice, I doubt

That it's true

Be careful

It's easily forgotten

Nothing remains as it is

Greetings to Moscow, Paris and Vienna

We wave to you Everyone is coming to Berlin

Everything shrill, everyone wants it Theyall knew all along that we're crazy

A day like gold What remains will be declared

A shimmer, what do I care about balances?

Let's dance

and tell him I said hi, officially. Yes, thank you, sir.

And?

Those Ringverein chairmen are harder to catch than a piece of soap in a tub.

- No surprise there, right? - No.

But at least we have a foot in the door with three of them.

Who?

Eisenelse, Berolina, and the guys of Blinder Bob.

Fine. Take them to task.

Weintraub is back from his acquisition tour. I announced you, Detective.

- Very well. - Where did he go?

The provinces. Looking for talent.

Hop, hop. That's it.

- Eyes forward! - Yes.

- Nice one! - Yes.

Stay focused, man.

Eyes forward. Come on. Keep your distance.

One, two, steps and punch.

Yes, nice.

That's good, yes.

More drops of fat in the soup means fewer black eyes in the ring.

Make some space for His Highness.

Go on now. Come on.

I've seen all this faster. Come on, get a move on now.

Know anything about fistfights?

Yeah, well...

He's the future. Fresh import from Hanover.

Rukeli Trollmann. He's my newest foal.

A strapping gypsy, elegant. He'll dance his opponents out of the ring.

Yes, superb! That's what I mean.

- The other guy is not bad, either. - Schulz?

You can't compare them. It's like a battleship versus a frigate. No.

We found a municipal administrative clerk dead on New Year's Day.

Oelschläger.

I heard. It's all over town.

Oelschläger was your man for the betting licenses. Is that correct?

No one is my man.

Betting is my business.

Boxing is my sport. They both need to be clean.

As far as the betting licenses are concerned...

There are rules and an order for everything.

- Checked by the municipal authorities. - Keep your distance!

I had no problems with him whatsoever.

And if you are looking in my circles for someone

who sped up Mr. Oelschläger's demise,

you can dig until the cows come home.

That guy made all the Ringvereins all over town very happy.

And the fact that he's now pushing up daisies

is for all of us...

a regrettable loss.

Because it threatens the peace of our hierarchy.

But who would benefit from Oelschläger's death?

You let us know. All of us.

- Diego, I've seen enough. - Yes, sir.

We'll see, okay?

Keep going.

STRICTLY NO MUSIC PLAYING

- Who is it? - Open up, Renate, it's me, Toni.

- What's up? - I need a roof over my head.

I thought you were a runaway now.

I need a break. It's too cold.

May I?

Come on in.

Hi, Willi.

Hi, Toni.

- Where's the little crumb-snatcher? - They took him to a home.

What's the matter?

Come with me.

I found her like that. Monday last week.

Stone-cold dead.

It was the same with Mother.

And then?

One line of the Lord's Prayer. That's all we knew.

And we opened the window to let the soul out.

What do you think, how long does it take?

Until she smells?

- It's cold, it'll be a while. - Let's hope so.

We'll get support in two weeks.

Until then, we'll do it like this. You're relatives from the East.

And if anyone asks, Mother is out on an errand.

- What if I've already said that? - Then she's at the doctor's.

Or out of town.

But we need to make sure we get something to eat.

All right? Everyone who wants to, stay here.

- I can do ads. I'll start today. - Me too.

- And steal. - All right. We'll do that.

Mother Cziczewicz is now in a better place.

Forevermore.

Amen.

Charl...

- I can't go on any longer. - Jacky! Don't let me down.

Sure. Keep going.

- Lottchen, I'm wearing the wrong shoes. - Take them off!

- That's forbidden. - Is it?

- And? - They're all in the same mood.

- Which is? - Bad.

They're all pissed about Oelschläger's demise.

- Weintraub, too. And you? - I went to the municipal office.

Today was the deadline for allocating the club licenses for the coming year.

Yes. Oelschläger was in charge of awarding the licenses.

Because of his death, none of the Ringvereins got one.

- Licenses for what? - Betting, in this case.

Don't want to know how many palms they greased.

- How much they paid. - They suspect each other.

They'll want to see who takes advantage of the situation.

I want to find out more about the Ringvereins. How they work.

- What exactly? - The betting business, for example.

There are some ardent enthusiasts at the press.

Don't you have a good private contact?

"Wdw full stop, off full stop,

"furn full stop, rm at 10 RM/wk plus AP."

Widow offers furnished room at 10 reichsmark per week plus AP.

Short and economical. You couldn't write a better ad.

I don't get it at all. And what is AP?

Advance payment. It's a common abbreviation in the paper.

As you know, I know about the press.

Leave it, I'll do it today.

Can you tell me why you are in such an ostentatiously good mood, sir?

Because I'm finally put on trial on Wednesday.

Exactly.

It'll be a triumph for Litten, Heymann, and me.

I'll be shot of the old stories at last.

We met at the café to talk strategy yesterday.

The charges are...

illegal publication of secret documents of the Reich.

I won't be dragged to court for such tripe.

Just say indispensable due to aversion.

Get yourself a doctor's note.

I have summoned 28 witnesses on your behalf.

- Decency demands that you appear. - Litten, of course I'll be there.

Why are you pulling my leg, then?

It's hard to take this Punch-and-Judy show seriously.

I wouldn't be so sure if I were you.

Don't be so grouchy. You're not actually worried about me?

What are you worried about? It was you who passed the documents on to me.

Proof that the illegal armament is no fantasy, but bitter reality.

But they would have stopped the proceedings, sir.

Litten will be running rings around them,

and Heymann will publish my article on page one:

"Triumph of the free press. Clearance beats suppression."

It's all in here.

Behnke, first floor.

We need a plan B, sir.

- Where are they? - Who?

The negatives. Give them to me.

Just in case something were to happen to you, sir.

I see. If this appeases you...

They're in my room, in a box. Fine. I'll go get them.

What did I say? Must be the new tenants.

Don't, I'll go.

By the way...

why are you being so terribly formal, calling me sir?

We were on informal terms last night, weren't we?

- I thought... - Yes?

We can be informal in my bedroom.

In the kitchen, we should remain formal. You're my lodger, so to speak.

Everything in its place.

Lodger.

That's all?

Good day, madam. Would you have something to eat for me and my brother?

Come on in. But brush off your shoes.

You can wash your hands here.

I thought we were getting new lodgers.

But it's lice-ridden things with a dubious smell.

You shouldn't be talking about smell, Mr. Katelbach.

- The negatives. - By the way, I didn't write the ad.

Apparently it was done by a master.

Excuse me, may Willi go to the bathroom?

Can't he talk?

He's become mute since Mother died.

Come on, I'll show you the bathroom.

But hurry.

Hands up!

What do we have here?

- What are you doing? - We're playing cowboys and Indians.

But he doesn't have anything, right?

No.

But why did he take a detour to the lounge if he wanted to pee?

Willi has never seen such a pretty thing.

Nor has he smelled anything like it.

Right, kids, that's it. Out with you.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

What possessed you?

You can't be cautious enough these days.

- Where's the film? - What?

- The negatives are gone. - No.

I'd love to be a furnished gent

And pay Miss Lisbeth rent

When we talk about rocket science,

we usually talk about flight experiments,

about air travel, about the speed of sound,

about conquering space.

But we never talk about weapons.

But the potential is almost infinite.

Once we're flying to the moon, we can use our knowledge for the military, too.

Or the other way round.

First, I want to fly to the moon.

Mr. Nyssen, this would be a pioneering achievement for Germany

if we're the first nation to develop missiles of such a nature.

You could produce them legally.

The shameful Treaty of Versailles doesn't concern you.

You mean, missiles could make us great again?

You do know how to pique my interest, Colonel.

Good evening.

You.

There's been trouble.

You've been replaced by Helldorff.

By whom?

By the party leadership.

Hitler personally.

What a pack of cowards.

Behind my back.

A lot of comrades are unhappy with the decision.

Wendt won't let me go.

We need to put pressure on him.

The pig is a faggot.

Pardon?

A friend of Dorothy.

An excursion with the Jungvolk to Castle Saaleck. June '25.

A few of the minors in his care remember the nocturnal activities well.

Do we have evidence of that?

The documents are with the party in Munich.

Do we have access?

Not at the moment. But it's an open flank.

You must get him on this.

Hour number nine of the first ladies' dance marathon at Moka Efti in Berlin.

And all our contestants are still alive.

Jacky? Jacky!

- I need some water. - I'll get you some.

Come on.

I need the bathroom anyway. Wait here.

I'll tell them.

Night descends on the city

The proud ones won't lose heart

Hope blossoms after midnight

Watch out, stay alert In the face of the goal

Which, still far away Relentlessly comes closer

Dance as if it was the last time

Dance as if your life depended on it

One bat of an eyelid is all it takes

For it all to have been in vain

OCCUPIED - VACANT

I can't keep going.

Number 48 is giving up.

What a pity, young lady. But an excellent choice of costume.

And number 11 is leaving the field.

And I'm told that number 24 didn't return from freshening up.

Well, the numbers are dwindling.

Ladies, get yourself fresh partners. We're ringing in the march into the early hours.

Reinhold.

This event is nearing infinite degradation in seven-mile boots.

- You applied for it. - I'll soon have something new.

A proper job.

- Writing? - Yes.

Where?

It's not definite yet, but here's hoping.

I have to go.

Young man.

Relief.

Thanks, Jacky.

- Reinhold, what are you doing here? - I'm the substitute Rudi.

And you're missed at the office.

- Calm down. - I messed up big time, Reinhold.

Yes.

I don't want sympathy.

Whatever, but...

- No but. - Yes, Charlotte.

- You're a fighter. - And I knocked myself out.

There is no such thing as K.O. for the likes of us.

We're children of the street. Giving up is not an option.

If someone knocks you down, you have to get up again.

And when they knock you down again,

you have to get up again, even if it hurts.

You think you want to stay down.

Dear God, please let me stay down, but... as a child of the street, you mustn't.

Because they would kill you.

So you get up. Again and again you get up,

until the other guy realizes he won't keep you down.

And then...

you knock him down.

Gereon.

Ready for the next session?

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