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Extrablatt! Gang war breaks out in Berlin!

Berlin is drenched in gangsters' blood!

Machine gun fire across Berlin!

Late edition: Brutal murders in Kreuzberg!

Extrablatt! Extrablatt!

Massacre on Jannowitz Bridge!

- Read all about it in Der Angriff! - Berlin in a blood frenzy!

- Shootings in the street! - Press.

- Superintendent... - I've been waiting for you.

- Can they do as they please now? - Four bloody murders in one night!

No comment.

What will you do about the Ringvereins?

Has the police given up on Berlin?

- Does the underworld rule? - Who are the masterminds?

Who will be held accountable?

At this moment,

our investigations do not allow us to tell you who we are focusing on.

What do you think...

Ladies and gentlemen!

We're working flat out. Right now, we won't make any predictions

about potential revenge acts of the affected Ringvereins.

But certainly, there are hints which narrow down the circle of persons.

Tell your readers that the Berlin police will establish order in the city.

Thank you.

Good morning, Colonel.

- Your breakfast. - Just tea, please.

Please serve Miss Seegers anything she likes later.

- Very well, Colonel. - Thank you.

Miss, please connect me with the Reich's defense ministry.

Yes. General Seegers' office, please.

Hello.

You won't believe what was played into my hands yesterday.

It was found on some petty criminal in the street.

Highest-ranking state secrets.

I have the negative of a film in front of me.

If you print them,

and I ordered some prints yesterday,

you get detailed data on unofficial troop strength

and armament plans from the Reichswehr's staff of command.

How do you explain this?

Absolutely.

Yes, of course.

Yes.

And I'm happy to help you find the leak, General.

First of all, I'll destroy these negatives in full.

Right now, yes.

Immediately.

Without delay.

Yes.

Let's hope that there aren't any other photographs.

I'll be in touch.

Driven by fear,

your dear Papa.

Coffee?

Tea.

Sugar?

Milk.

Milk is out right now.

I can offer you plum jam.

Cold cuts?

Will you be here later?

Despite the rotten hospitality?

But I can come back if you want.

I beg you to.

You want me to come back?

CUSTODIAL INSTITUTION FOR CHILDREN AND YOUTHS HOUSE SONNENBORN

Everyone out.

Girls this way.

The boys in block A.

You are Ernestine and you Renate, right?

No.

The other way around.

Fine.

Welcome to Sonnenborn. You will heal in here.

Your body as well as your mind.

Go on.

- Charlotte. - Go back to sleep. Sorry.

Where have you been?

Out and about.

So, it's serious, yeah?

I have to run.

Well...

you still have to pay your rent.

Hang on.

Hang on, hang on.

I've got some money somewhere.

Come on, keep it.

I'll get this month.

What would I do without you?

Please don't.

Don't say it.

Thanks.

See you.

It was just sitting there in the morning.

- Here, in the staircase? - Yes, I mean... there.

Hello.

Something's cheeping, definitely.

Why haven't you opened it yet?

It's addressed to you.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS DEPT. A DC RATH

There is a living thing in there.

Open it.

It's Rat-Robert giving us his regards.

We'll leave that here and take the paintings.

Those things go in the front of the suitcase.

And all the magazines and pictures go in there to be packed.

What's this supposed to be?

I'm leaving.

We're leaving.

- Esther, I can make this right. - Do you want to finish them all off?

It'll be sorted. You'll get protection and the kids too.

I've stayed for far too long.

Where do you want to go?

You can't go outside without protection.

- You saw that yesterday. - With Edgar, I always felt safe.

You were absolutely miserable with him. Have you forgotten?

You hated him. You whinged.

- And now you can't let him go. - Yes, because you can't replace him.

What?

You can't replace him.

I wanted both of you.

Or neither of you.

Without him...

you're nothing.

You're not the man I wanted.

You're the man who was left over.

If you think that you'll get a foot into any door in this city...

you have another think coming.

I was somebody when you were still shining Edgar's boots.

Yeah?

Where is he now?

He is dead.

Buried.

And why?

Because he was careless just the one time.

No!

Because he wanted to get rid of his best friend.

Because he was incapable of sharing with anyone.

Shall I?

What do you mean by that?

He wanted to have me shot dead.

And you? What did you do?

Why are you still here?

And he isn't.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Go on.

Thank you.

Director General?

Why didn't you tell me? I would have told you that we renovate.

Now we've got the schlimazel.

What can I do for you?

Listen, Grün.

You need to get me something. A diamond.

Call your Jews in Amsterdam and tell them that we need a diamond.

One that looks like the Blue Rothschild.

A copy that's indistinguable from the original.

And I need this stone now, right away.

- May I ask why the interest... - We're the victims of a crime.

Pardon?

A kidnapping.

I see.

Please, Grün.

Money is immaterial. I just need a duplicate.

The stone is a work of art, a solitaire.

- The purity, the cut... - So forge it.

A forgery would be apparent immediately.

- Have you been to the police? - Goodness me, no.

Grün, you need to understand, the life of my mother

and of my wife is in your hands.

Name your price, I'll pay.

I can try to find out who has the stone.

But...

making a duplicate is out of the question.

Please!

I'm ever so sorry, Mr. Nyssen.

- Avrum? - Yep.

I need to talk to you. Right now.

- When can we meet? - Come here. I'm at the hotel.

Not there.

I know a café.

No one will disturb us there. Do you have something to write?

- Mrs. Ahlrichs? - Yes.

Hello, I'm with the police. Are your parents in?

Do you have a badge?

And a gun?

No, I don't, I don't need that. That's just in the movies.

I'm here about your daughter Albertine.

I would like to enquire about the circumstances of your daughter's death.

He met the wrong people. Didn't come home for days,

Must have slept under a bridge.

- And he became a criminal? - I'll say! Grand theft in the end.

So they arrested him and put him in a home.

At some point, they put him in a home.

Of course, he ran away immediately.

And the judge who sent him to the home? Was it Dr. Voss?

Yes. A merciless man.

- And how did your daughter die? - They said something about an accident.

Shortly after she ran away from the home.

- It was called Sonnenborn. - You don't know what happened?

She must have picked an argument with that patrolman.

- Beppo was 13, right? - Yes, 13.

He managed to threaten three grown-up police officers

so that they had to shoot him?

He threatened them?

- That's what the report says, yes. - But he was so little.

She was thin as a pencil.

But she threatened the police officer so much

that he had to throw her over the railing in self-defense?

I wasn't there.

And how did you learn of his death, Mrs. Kleinemann?

The home let me know and then this arrived in the mail.

- I was to confirm everything and sign it. - That was it?

- A notice in the mail? - Yes.

Dr. Schwarz...

Can I borrow this?

Sure, you can keep it. I don't need it anymore.

What now, is something going to happen?

Will you follow up on this?

Yes.

HUGO WANNENMACHER RED HUGO

Iron-Else.

Knife-Ede.

Rat-Robert.

Rat-Robert.

Who's there?

Is there anybody here?

Stop right there!

Stop right there!

Detective, I'm glad you accepted my invitation.

You?

Would you...

What do you want from me?

I want to propose something.

The war must end. This war.

There's too much trouble in the business. Mistrust, discord.

Trust must be restored now.

You are mocking me.

We need help, Detective.

We need a mediator everyone trusts.

8Who can bring everyone together.

All leading personalities of Berlin's Ringvereins and syndicates.

If I were to invite my esteemed colleagues, will they come?

Hardly.

Who would follow a dead man's call?

But if you guarantee for the safety of such an event,

it could work.

Me?

How dare you be so cocky? Your empire is in ruins,

and now you want to use me?

As a puppet for your revenge?

- Who do you take me for? - This is not about revenge.

Is it not?

No, it's about the opposite. I want peace.

The hatred will grow.

And each death is like a stone thrown into water,

which will have further repercussions.

You killed Oelschläger.

Red Hugo.

Rat-Robert, and who knows whom else.

Am I right?

What gives you the absurd idea I could cooperate with you?

I of all people.

Move.

- Go. - I didn't come empty-handed, Detective.

I propose a swap.

I don't do business with murderers and criminals.

I will deliver you from your pain.

From the source of your fear.

I will free you of your anguish.

What are you talking about?

I will kill Dr. Schmidt.

I know what he did to you.

What he keeps doing to you.

Our mutual friend is actually our enemy. He has turned us into puppets.

Submissive slaves of his stewardship.

It's time to cut the strings.

If you help me...

to organise the meeting of the Ringvereins,

I will fulfill my part of the deal.

I give you my word.

Who knows about you being alive?

Just the master. And now you.

I want to be there.

I need to see it.

So be it.

But...

No one can know that I am alive.

Tell them the police wants to mediate. You want to end this war.

At a safe place of your choosing, without weapons. Soon.

And you?

Will you be there?

No. I'm just a dead man who is looking for peace.

- It's coming, it's coming. - Yes.

- Not bad. - Thank you.

Hello, waiter. I am meeting someone, the table is reserved, the name is Grün.

I don't have that here.

I had someone call and a table was reserved.

- Not on the name of Grün. - Goldstein, maybe?

On that name even less.

For me, green has always been a color.

That's what it is, sir.

The green stems from the colors of the flag of Simeon.

One of Israel's 12 tribes.

I don't have a tribe of Simeon here, either.

Listen, I have an important meeting here.

- So please give me a table... - Jew!

This café is not green or golden, it's German.

I'm not talking to you.

So stop polluting the fresh air we've come here for today.

It's you who is polluting the air with your hatred and your taunts.

Don't touch stuff that doesn't belong to you. Itzak!

What are you doing here?

What's it to you?

I asked what you are doing here.

My students explain the etiquette of this country to the Jew.

He doesn't seem to want to learn.

Anyone else want to get beat up by a Jew?

No?

Sure?

Not a good meeting place, Uncle.

We're going home.

What was the urgent business you wanted to talk to me about?

Listen.

Kidnapping people is a crime.

You bring shame upon our community.

Let those women go.

Is that your house?

- You recognize it? - Yes.

- You never moved house? - No.

My daughter was born here, my son went to school there.

How could I move away from here?

Will you come in? Liwi would be glad to see you.

Not today. Not today.

Then come on Friday at eight. For the Sabbath.

- You shouldn't be alone on Sabbath. - We'll see. Are you OK?

Nothing happened.

Avrum...

nothing good will come out of bad.

Let the women go.

Take care.

Godspeed.

Would you be so kind as to stop your efforts?

- Why? - You're getting on my nerves.

We have to do something.

We can't sit in the corner doing nothing, like you are.

But your doing doesn't have the slightest chance of success, girl.

Do you have a better idea?

Yes.

But I'm not sure if I'm ready to share my thoughts

with a subnormal person like you.

I can't do anything.

It's...

But isn't that what you've always wanted?

Are you talking about the death of my wife and my mother?

I'm talking about independence.

But not at this cost.

He threatened to kill them if he doesn't get his stone.

You feel pretty powerless.

I am powerless.

I can't do anything.

It's a hopeless situation, a dilemma.

- Yes, you can do something. - No!

What can I do?

Let go.

Just let go.

And fear will lose its terror, its power.

Face your fear, Mr. Nyssen.

The fear which is paralyzing you so, which is making you powerless.

How?

Embrace that terror which you can't change.

And it will disappear.

I'm to let them go?

In the notes of the Bodhidharma, it says, "Let go,

"and if it is significant,

"it will come back to you."

Yes.

I understand your reservations. It's a gamble.

But I see the unique opportunity to end the war of the underworld.

8But by means of proper and publicly justifiable police work.

All Ringvereins have suffered losses.

- We're charging an open door. - I say no.

- No deal-making in the back room. - It would be an attempt.

No one would ever learn of this meeting.

Rath, I beg you! The press learns of everything.

And you're betting on the reliability of the Ringvereins?

Chief, Superintendent...

We will never get a total grip on organised crime in our city.

But any action which would give us more control of the situation

is progress. If this meeting were to lead to a truce,

it would be a big success.

For us, the police.

For Berlin.

We mustn't associate ourselves with these people.

I still say no.

Take them to task individually and question them.

Find proof and arrest them.

This and nothing else is the job of the homicide squad.

- You subscribe to police ethos, Gennat. - Yes.

Straightforward, true to principle...

and I agree with you.

Thank you.

However, we could also see the political side of it,

and that is exactly my job.

Total discretion, Detective.

No one must know that we support such a meeting.

Pick a Sunday, and hurry up, before this makes massive waves.

No dreaming, keep going.

Or you'll get into trouble.

- I won't stay long. - They all say that.

What's in that building over there?

It's house three.

It's the prisoners.

But they are all grown up.

- Why are they here? - They are waiting for their sentence.

By whom?

The White Hand.

A short trial, and then...

Sonnenborn Reformatory.

Hello, my name is Müller, Berlin Youth Court.

I'd like to speak with the management.

One moment, please.

House Sonnenborn, Voss speaking.

Hello?

- Operator, which number? - The registration office, please.

"Defense conference in Berlin opened."

Anselm?

Major General von Seegers with von Schleicher and Dr. Gregorius.

Anselm from Breslau.

Well, I never.

- Operator, which number? - Berlin North, 26-54.

- Law office Litten, Seegers speaking. - Miss Seegers, Behnke speaking.

- There is news about WH 808. - Oh yeah?

- When can we meet? - Right now, if you want.

- Fine. - Café Schwaneke?

Yes.

Hello?

Excuse me, isn't this Rath? Detective Rath?

- Yes, it is. - Is he there?

Not at the moment.

- Who is this, please? - I am... I was...

Charlotte Ritter, I was a criminal assistant.

It's you. Well, good evening. Behnke is my name.

I work with Mr. Litten, the lawyer. You know him, right?

Yes, of course.

We need your help. Mr. Rath's and yours.

- You still owe me that dance. - That was last year.

- It was? - It's statute-barred.

Well, then...

Do you know who runs the Sonnenborn reformatory?

Helene Voss.

It's the wife of that Judge Voss.

Is that so?

He sentences minors and sends them to his wife at Sonnenborn via court order.

For special correction and exercise. What a nice couple, right?

Sounds likeable.

We checked the files from police archives.

More than half a dozen of those kids

Voss sends to Sonnenborn via court order.

And they abscond right away.

And then?

They all make contact with Station 14.

They deny everything.

They pin it all on Senior Watch-master Naumann.

And he's dead.

I don't believe a word of it.

Neither do I.

Voss is the judge and the police officers are his executioners.

We need to let them go.

There is no evidence.

We need to find it.

Come in.

I'm afraid I have no news of either your wife nor your mother.

There is no need. I'm free.

Totally calm...

and free.

May I ask you to explain what you mean by that?

Wegener, do you know what you can do in a hopeless situation?

I think you agree with my perspective that we are in a hopeless situation.

In a dilemma.

- In a predicament. - Yes, I do.

So, what can you do?

Correct. Nothing, Wegener.

Absolutely nothing at all.

And that's exactly what I intend to do now.

Letting go...

is the order of the day.

But that's impossible. You can't just abandon the ladies to their fate.

Why not?

We'll see about that.

I'll give him what for.

Surrender?

Unconditionally?

Who are you talking to?

Am I a bandit?

Tell your captain, as always, I have due respect for His Imperial Highness.

He, however...

Tell him.

He can kiss my ass.

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