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It's about Herta. I went to
the NSV center and she's gone.

- What do you mean, gone?
- We're talking about the child

we were going to bring into our home.

You just want to
get out of here. That's all.

They set a time and place to meet.
Figaro.

Stop right there!

Mr Fidelio, I presume.

Your prior service to Germany
will be recognised by posterity.

Do you have any idea
how ridiculous you are?

You wanted Fidelio and here I am!

But I'm not going to tell you
the name of my bloody dog!

We set course to here. Straight
into the heart of the invasion.

'The German...

'U-Boat man attacks!'

Herta!

What do you want?

I've come to help you.

How could you help me?

Lieutenant Colonel Koch wondered...

if you might not share the names of your
co-conspirators with me...

Navy man to Navy man.

You're a disgrace to the Navy.

Soon you will be too.

You'll be stripped of your rank
for treason...

and hanged like a common criminal

if you don't comply.

I'll know the truth, in my heart.

The names.

You're nothing but a pen pusher...

A yes man, a nobody.

You don't have the balls
to be Fidelio.

Who is it?

Who?

I have the balls to be him now.
Don't you see, Schulz?

You carry on, I win. I win either way.

What do you mean?

I told Hannie. About you.
About your record.

La Rochelle, Lorient, Cuxhaven.

Soon it will be common knowledge.

Talk. Last chance.

Fuck you, you ape.

You're all the same.

You and the Hoffmanns.

Looking down on the likes of me.

You think you're better than me.

It will be a pleasure to watch you die.

Like it was to watch good old Hoffmann.

Yes...

I was there.

And every time I screwed
his daughter,

your beloved god-daughter,

I thought...

'Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you all!"

Die, asshole.

Die!

Die!

Charges are set on the engines.

What are you doing?

He didn't want to join us,

but he's not going back to the Reich
to tell them what we've done.

- That's murder.
- You want to join him?

You're not going to be a problem,
are you, Cremer?

- No, sir.
- On deck. Off you go.

Go up!

What's with the launch?

A present from the Americans.

I didn't think you'd fancy going back.

We're set for scuttling.

Where's Lieutenant Buchner?

He didn't feel like going to America.

I understand you're disinclined
to join Herr Rahn in surrender,

Lieutenant Buchner?

Yes, sir.

And I know you really wanted
to be useful.

A ranking officer...

would now be of use to me.

Make something
of your life in America, Rahn.

Sir?

Lieutenant?

I want to go with you.

Alright - but sharpish.

Prepare to abandon ship!

Sir.

So...

What am I supposed to do?

Somebody is about to do something.

I need you to help me stop them.

How?

By reporting that you've
arrested me for treason.

Now you must be brave.

Mrs Schorlau.

Lieutenant General Werner
called me here

to deal with you.

Sit down.

- This is an outrage!
- Be quiet!

This is a legitimate government policy.

The Lebensborn Association
is devoted to

the perpetuation of the racial hygiene
of the Aryan race.

What greater calling
could these girls have?

These girls are children.

This is nothing more than
the prostitution of children

by the very person
who should protect them.

I've done these girls a favour.
What other use do they have?

No family, no education.

And this one, with the dark hair,

the Jewish appearance
and the sharp tongue on her?

She'd have stayed with us

and then been sent to a work
programme or even a work camp.

This way at least she could do something
for her fatherland.

And her child might have
been lucky,

and taken after its father.

But thanks to your disruption,

Lieutenant General Werner no longer
wants to give her the chance.

Nonetheless, because of your
family connections, he is willing to

let you have the girl

What about Gretchen?

How could you sink so deep?

What are you talking about?

We are at war with the Slavs
and the Jews.

We must do everything
we can to keep our race clean.

Gretchen is doing what she can.

If you are prepared to offer
this one a future,

one she doesn't deserve,
she's your responsibility now.

But...

you'll hold your tongue about this...

and this document...

will make sure of that.

How many U-Boats do we
have down there?

I said, how many?

Yes...

Seventeen or eighteen
in total in the whole region.

But four of those being serviced
at Toulon and La Spezia,

six are patrolling the Eastern
Mediterranean or at port there,

and then there is U-330 -

No. That's disembarked from Naples
but hasn't arrived at Toulon.

- That leaves...
- Three.

Three?

I look forward to informing
Der Führer of that tomorrow.

Unless one of you would prefer to
go to the Wolfsschanze in my stead?

What are we to do, Lessing?

Order all available U-Boats to the area.

With their air and sea superiority?

There's no way they can
get to the invasionary force.

Give the order to disrupt allied
invasionary force where possible.

Meanwhile I need all the
details regarding location,

production, and most
importantly innovations.

As you know,
the Führer likes that.

Have them send the model of that
midget U-Boat

that the Lieutenant showed us.

They might be the only U-Boats
we can deploy against them.

Open the door!

Aye, sir.

Stop.

As SS liaison I demand access.

Schulz.

Can I help you?

I've come to search
Captain Glück's desk.

He has confessed to being Fidelio.

We know he was not acting alone.

Do you have a warrant?

What's this?

Have you just found your balls, Lessing?

Maybe you should have shown
them a bit more often at home.

Here you go.

Orders from Lieutenant Colonel
Koch to search Mr Glück's desk.

Now, if you please.

SEPTEMBER 7TH, THURSDAY.

DR. IHRGSAEDT,
CHARITÉ HOSPITAL - 15:30

Whatever he is accused of
and has admitted to,

I insist Captain Glück is treated
with the respect his rank merits.

I did. While he was alive.

Hanged himself in his cell.

Thank you, Lessing.

Koch!

You knew it was me,
Lieutenant General?

Of course.

How are the plans
for the new route going?

We can move items through
the monastic route to Lisbon.

My agent is re-establishing
her contacts there...

And in Brazil.

She?

Never trust anything to a woman...

except the baking of cakes
and the bearing of babies.

She's formidable.

And I can trust her.

Just like you can trust me, sir.

We still share the view
that the survival of the project

supersedes the success of
our current leaders, do we not?

Speaking of which...

did you find a Fidelio?

Navy Captain Heinrich Glück.

He confessed.

Sadly he hanged himself in his cell

before we could extract all the names.

Careless.

You know how I knew it was you, Koch?

You creep about like a eunuch priest.

Make sure this bitch of yours
can be trusted.

Or I'll send my guys from the task force
to make a eunuch of you for real.

Chop, chop.

Lieutenant Ehrenberg?

'Fidelio is up for a meeting.

'Please bring all of the documents.'

You...

You're Fidelio?

You seem surprised.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Apparently I've managed to
keep my utter contempt and disgust

for this regime and what it has done
to its people and the world hidden.

Though I can't say it's been easy,
pretending to be one of them.

I wouldn't have guessed. Never.

Good. It's best that way, for all of us.

Have you heard from Klaus?

You?

And the meeting's been
moved forward to tomorrow.

Perhaps we shouldn't go through with it.

It's getting increasingly difficult to
get to the Führer. We must proceed.

- So?
- OK.

At the meeting in the Wolfsschanze
tomorrow

you'll remove the model from its case.

There will be a metal tube
like this on the deck.

You'll explain that this is our
new anti-radar device

making the Marder class undetectable in
an enemy harbor to even the 10cm radar.

- Does it?
- Of course not.

We're nowhere near solving that yet!
But you've got to talk like it does.

Inside the metal tube
on the model is a vial of acid.

As soon as you push
the metal tube down...

the acid will burn the copper wire down.
That's the trigger.

The explosives
are inside the model.

Supplied by our comrades in the army.

It should be enough
to take out the whole room.

Yourself included.

Here you go.

Glück was terminally ill.

Lung cancer.

Only weeks to live.

I talked to his doctor at the Charité.

He had refused treatment.

He wasn't Fidelio.

That doesn't prove anything.

He confessed.

How did I find Glück?

A tip-off.

From a former crew member.

A U-Boatman who claimed
to have sailed

with a former crewmember of mine.

I checked it out. Chief Engineer
Lange did sail with Hummel.

It was true.

I went back to prison earlier on,
and Lange wasn't there anymore.

No trace of him having been discharged.

I discovered that Lange, the real Lange,

is a Chief Engineer,

but on U949.
And they went missing one week ago

off the coast of Tunisia.

How would that look?
Admitting we let ourselves be fooled?

Surely you want to catch those
responsible for trying to fool us?

Don't you?

Glück is - or was - Fidelio.

I have already conveyed that
to the Reichsführer's office.

Word must have got here that
the American invasion's begun.

We need to get to the radio
before they get in.

Finally. Well done.

They've found the stores. Should
keep them occupied for a while.

U-Boat Command Mediterranean. Calling
U-Boat Command Mediterranean.

'U-Boat Command Mediterranean.
Please identify yourself. Over.'

And you're sure about this?

Yes.

This is Lieutenant Franz Buchner,
Commander of U-949

reporting from
the abandoned Naples station.

I wish to report U-949
lost at sea on 2 September.

All hands lost except myself
and Seaman Cremer.

Look for a way out.

Go, go!

Also I intercepted Captain Lieutenant
Klaus Hoffmann

attempting to pass U-Boat positions
and innovations to the Americans.

He was caught and placed under arrest.

I await instructions.

Request you report the matter
to High Command in Berlin.

And please urgently report to
Lieutenant Robert Ehrenberg,

U-Boat development in Berlin,

that Captain Lieutenant Klaus Hoffmann
is under arrest in Naples.

I repeat, urgently report
to Robert Ehrenberg,

U-Boat development in Berlin,
that Captain...

There's a backdoor. Quick!

Over and out.

Schulz here.

Lieutenant Breitner,

I was told to call this number
as a matter of urgency

the moment I arrived in Toulon.

Lieutenant Breitner?

You were in Naples, right?

Yes.

I need to know about U-330.

Lieutenant Hoffmann arrived
in Naples two days ago

and took command of U-330
with Rahn and the rest of the crew.

And who at U-Boat Command
Mediterranean signed the orders

for U-330 not to sail
until Hoffmann got there?

It didn't come from U-Boat Command
Mediterranean, but from Berlin.

From Tirpitzufer.

What?

I've got the number here somewhere.
Hold on.

Here you go.
Navy Captain Albrecht Lessing.

- Hello?
- Thank you.

Albrecht!

For God's sake! Who did you expect?

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry about everything.

What happened?

Herta?

Tilda? Could you please
take her to the kitchen.

Give her some biscuits and milk.
I have to talk to my husband.

I've heard of this Werner.

These task force men
are the lowest of the low.

You've been very brave.

Braver
than I could ever have been.

I'm proud of you, Hannie.

Everything's OK. It's over.

You need to leave. Herta and you.

Go to Kiel tonight. Tomorrow
morning you continue to Denmark.

- Denmark?
- Yes.

You have to leave.

What are you going to do?

I can't tell you.

But you have to leave.

With Tilda.

Open the door. Open the door!

- Tilda! Wait!
- Now!

Move.

Move! Over there!

Tilda, look after Herta!

Sit down.

What are you doing here, Schulz?

Enough of the act, Lessing.

Though I have to admit,
you played it well.

Had us all fooled into
thinking you were just a pathetic,

cuckolded yes-man.

Stay where you are...

Fidelio.

Yes.

I'm Fidelio.

For the time being.

But if you shoot me, another
will take over. And another.

Yes. Because there'll always be
disloyal, entitled shits

- who need to be taught a lesson.
- No.

Because there'll always be men
who cannot bear to see their country

and their fellow countrymen
brutalised any more.

- Stay where you are.
- Looks like you're going to shoot me

whether I move or not.

Robert, I beg of you. Don't do it.

Hannie...

Begging for mercy,
just like your father!

You? You killed him?

You killed him?

Let go.

Albrecht!

Oh Jesus.

Oh God. I'm so sorry.
What have I done?

Asking for forgiveness at
the deathbed.

How touching.

Father, godfather, husband.

But your brother...

now that's one member of your family

I really would like to kill!

Put that thing down, Hannie.

This is a man's game.

You need balls...

and in case you didn't notice,
you've got none.

True, I haven't.

Neither do you anymore.

That's from that poor woman
in La Rochelle.

If there wasn't a child in
the house now,

I'd let you roar
yourself to death.

But you need to keep quiet.

- 'Operator.'
- SS, Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse, please.

- Hannie, no.
- 'I'll put you through.'

Trust me, my dearest.

Sir?

Your brother-in-law, he's been
reported under arrest in Naples.

Bad news.

So he failed in his mission.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Go to Zossen Airfield.

Inform them I won't be coming.

And your model - I won't be able to
present it to the Führer.

Maybe it's best you
return it to your department.

So Schulz came here and,
using his affair with you,

tried to blackmail your husband,

Mrs Lessing.

You're a woman of the world...

And you have nerves of steel, I can see,

So I'll be frank...

Why on earth
should I believe such a story?

When we first met, I
got the impression that

you had concerns
about Lieutenant General Werner.

That's right. Yes.
But I don't understand.

So you would take it seriously
if I tell you about...

the systematic abduction, rape

and attempted impregnation of girls as
young as twelve and thirteen,

German girls for that matter, done
under the guise of an official scheme,

in the name of the German people?

Most seriously.

By senior SS officers,
like your superior Tobias Werner.

What do you know?

I'll give you an address.

You'd best go there immediately.

And I will describe to you
what you will find there.

It is a remote estate,
difficult to find.

- Over there.
- 'Nobody can hear you.'

- Look in there.
- Aye, sir. Take him away!

Get up. Move it.

Are you nuts?

Don't you know who I am?

You'll regret this, I swear.

Excuse me,
what are you doing here?

- What's going on?
- You're under arrest. Come with us.

Let... Let... Let go of me.

- I can explain everything.
- Take her away.

And?

A Wehrmacht transporter
will be heading North

from the Piazza Bagnoli
in two hours.

They're going to give us a ride.
We should get going.

Sir?

- Did you hear me?
- He's been writing since you left.

Take this for me, Buchner.

And this.

And when you get back to Germany,
take both items to Ehrenberg.

He'll know what to do with them.

Aren't you coming with us?

I've reported myself as a traitor.

They'll hang me if I go back.

So you'll wait for the Americans?

I'm wanted for murder by them.

For a decent guy, you've
got yourself into a lot of trouble.

War robs us of our decency, Cremer.

Try to hang on to yours.

I'm going to stay here a while
and assess my options.

Is that a good idea?

Got a better one?

Go. Both of you.

Yes, sir.

Take care, sir.

Tickets. Money.

Tomorrow you fly to Lisbon.

Friday you go by boat plane to Brazil.

Please don't spend it all
on the tables of Estoril,

or on champagne.

The money must last
until the first delivery arrives.

Fifty kilos of gold.

Oh, I do like gold!

What do you take me for?

And the last loose end?

Klaus Hoffmann?

My Italian connections
have that in hand.

Lieutenant General Werner's
in the 'special room'.

You must excuse me.

I've got to talk about a very serious
matter with an old colleague.

What about my husband?

There is a limit to the Lord's mercy.

Where you're going,
you won't need a husband.

I couldn't get him to change his mind.

And I have to go tomorrow.

But they'll send me to the camps.

They'll castrate me.

They'll do experiments on me.

That's what they said.

And I promised I'd make sure
they wouldn't hurt you any more.

We loved each other...

Gustav...

It was a special kind of love.

Kiss me.

Kiss me one last time.

So long...

My most beloved person.

In here please.

'Dear Hannie...

'Do you remember our vacation in Italy?

'The boys from the fishing village
were waiting for me again.

'And when I came to you,
there was dirt on my face,

'my shirt was torn from where they'd
thrown me to the ground.

'You could tell I was struggling
to hold back the tears. And you said:

"We're Hoffmanns.
We don't tolerate injustice.

'And you went with me down to
the shore,

'and you said to those Italian boys:

'Let's settle this with a race.

'They laughed.

'The blonde girl and
her weeping little brother.

'A little dinghy
against their Amazon?

'Of course they laughed.

'And you beat them.

'You put them in their place.

You did not let injustice pass, Hannie.

'You are the last...

'but the best of us Hoffmanns.

'You'll beat them again.'