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Who can withstand His indignation?

Who can endure His fierce anger?

I'm just like you, Podolsky.
I'm cleaning the city.

MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF THE BRESLAU MONSTER

THE BRESLAU MURDERS

Welcome to Breslau, Mr. Ambassador.

-The head of Criminal Police.
-Leopold Barens.

How was your trip from Berlin,
Your Excellence?

There's no time for pleasantries.

Follow me.

Who gave you this?

Who gave me this?

I found it in your purse with...

your panties and cocaine.

Did you go through my stuff?

It's connected to my case.

Did you know I had it in my purse?

Oh...

So when you searched it,
it had nothing to do with your case?

He was a citizen of the Republic.

I have the right to know the details.

Mr. Ambassador,
as I said before, it's impossible.

If we disclose it,
our work could be compromised.

I spoke with the Prime Minister today.

We're considering boycotting the Games.

Let's not get hysterical, Mr. Ambassador.

The cooperation between our nations
cannot be hindered by such incidents.

-Let me see.
-It's evidence.

-I need to take the prints.
-Show me.

This must be some kind of a joke.

Two people were murdered.
It's not a very funny joke.

And the man who gave you this
is involved in both murders.

Will you inspect my crotch too?

This is important, Lena.

Who gave you this?

"It is our duty to convince the foreigners

"that our safe country
is ruled by the law,

"and the German nation wants peace."

"We want to prove to the world

"that the claims of Jewish persecution
are false."

Of course they are.

This is the official directive,
sent to all NSDAP activists.

If we boycott the Games,
the case will escalate.

The world will learn about the Third Reich

murdering Jewish athletes.

We'll find the killer
by the end of the week.

I promise.

First, you went to the Rose of the East.

Do you remember anything from there?

Did you see anyone suspicious?

Did you leave your purse somewhere?

Then you went to Luxus.
Did you see anyone, I don't know, odd?

Who was with you?

-Ewa.
-And these young men, did you know them?

You followed me?

I was looking for you.

-You're sick, you know?
-I saw the coke at home.

And we both know how it ends for you.

Fuck you, Detective.

A couple joined you in Luxus?
The Brauns, I suppose?

I don't remember. I was drunk.

Then you went to the casino.

-Did you talk to anyone?
-I don't remember. I was drunk.

For fuck's sake, Lena, focus.

I don't remember. I was drunk.

I'll talk to your friends.
Maybe they remember something.

Franz, you can't do this to me!

Franz, you can't humiliate me
in their eyes!

Franz!

I've been calling.

Polish Ambassador and Obersturmbannführer
SS Holtz are at the precinct.

Superintendent Barens told me
to get you here ASAP.

You will get me there later.
Now I need you and the car.

-But, Detective, it's--
-Erwin.

Lena was right, Franz.

You're jealous like a kid.

I'm not. I'm on a case.

Like I told you.

The case of an unfaithful wife?

A double homicide investigation.

Note that I'm not investigating
cocaine use.

You find it funny?

Do you remember
when she returned from Austria?

Was it funny then?

I hope you don't suspect us?

Franz, come on.

I don't.

But it's a brutal murder
with a political background.

You might have met the murderer.

Maybe the SS officers,
who will definitely want to talk to you,

will think it's one of you.

Are you trying to threaten us?

You?

If you weren't married to Lena,
you'd be nobody.

You'd never be allowed in this house.

-Linda...
-But it's true.

You think she'd get with him in Vienna?

Have you ever wondered
why she married you?

You?

Linda, that's enough. He's our friend.

What time did you leave Luxus?

What do you want me to say?

I'll be going, then.

I'll send my colleagues here.

What colleagues?

This is a serious murder case.

They will search your home.

They will question your husband.

I'm afraid they'll report it to the SS.

God only knows how many crimes
they can charge a person with.

Wait, Franz.

I'll tell you everything.
At least what I remember.

Lena left with Klara after midnight.

Where did you go after leaving Luxus?

Uh...

I went home.
I caught a taxi outside the club.

And Lena?

She didn't want to sleep.
But I don't know where she went.

What time was this?

Shortly after midnight.

Are you sure it was past 2:00?

Maybe Lena was at the casino earlier,
but you didn't see her?

The band finished playing,
and they always finish at 2:00 a.m.

I went out to get some air.

Lena was walking down the street.

You're going to search our home now?

Do you believe in God?

-Yes.
-No.

Do you know the Book of Nahum?

"Who can withstand His indignation?"

"Who can endure His fierce anger?"

"His wrath is poured out like fire.
The rocks are shattered before Him."

Franz...

are you sure you didn't have a stroke?

I wasn't expecting more fun
after the Ambassador's visit.

Andrew Fox.
He knew a surprising amount of details.

I assure you, it was none of my men.

One of your men
hasn't reported to work since morning

and he's on a case
of which even the Führer is aware!

You've had a great career so far.

It would be a shame if it ended so badly.

Your brother, with such a grand life.

I'm sure you have the same genes.

I was sure it was a mistake,

but allegedly
you haven't joined the Party yet.

Use a good pen.

It's important.

APPLICATION FOR ADMISSION TO NSDAP

He usually writes about the Bolsheviks.
He's related to the Royal Family.

He's been in Breslau for a few months.

Gambles at the casino. Drinks.

He brought a couple of women to his room.

Should we silence him?

No.

On the contrary.

Luxus is by the market square, right?

Yes, Detective.

The casino is around 650 feet away.

An hour and a half.

What was she doing for an hour and a half?

You know that I don't ask
unnecessary questions, boss.

But maybe I could help if I knew why...

I found this on Lena.

Very few people know
about the burned eyes.

Black suits protect this case
better than they do Führer's arse.

The murderer left it with her.

Give it to Gaduła
to check for fingerprints.

Yes, sir.

Barens doesn't need to know about this.

Why exactly?

He'll say that the killer
has an emotional connection to me

and take me off the case.

You don't seem
to understand the stakes, Podolsky.

I understand,
but I hate getting overexcited.

I overslept today.

It's not about your return
to duty anymore.

If you don't find the perpetrator
in three days,

the Third Reich's greatest
propaganda project will fail.

This won't motivate me to work harder.

The Polish Ambassador visited me
this morning.

The British press
is reporting on the case.

Andrew Fox, he's a fucking moron.

I saw him at the Hungarian Hotel.
I told him to go to hell.

If word gets out
before you find the perpetrator,

we're both going down.

Yes, hello?

They're finished with the bodies.

They're waiting for you at the morgue.

I want Krakauer to do the autopsy.
I've heard they're giving him grief,

and you know he's the best.

Jews can't hold public office.

-I'm sure there's something you can do.
-I can't.

The government passed a law.

Where have you been
for the past few months, Podolsky?

The government, Emperor,
Prime Minister, Führer.

Someone's always trying

-to make our lives harder.
-Now it's different.

You're an idiot,
if you don't understand, Franz.

Forget about Dr. Krakauer.

Go interrogate the Polish Olympians.

Then go to the morgue.

Yes, I need you badly.

Yes.

No... Fuck them, Doctor.

This is on me.

Hmm. I'll see you in half an hour.

Yes, thank you very much.

See you.

Lena.

You first went to Luxus.

You left after midnight.

You came to the casino past 2:00.

What where you doing before that?

How do you know that?

I spoke with Ewa and Klara.

Why are you angry?

It's for your safety.

The killer...

You must have met him
during those 90 minutes.

It could be someone you know.

Where are you going, Lena?

To drink and whore around away from you!
Leave me alone!

Let me out, you son of a bitch!

Franz, come on, open the door!

Fuck you!

Nice to see you.

Very glad to see you.

My boy.

Nice to meet you.

I told you, honey. The press.

Andrew Fox.

-Gerda Holtz.
-Nice to meet you.

Apologies for the last-minute invite.

I didn't know we were hosting

a writer of such a distinguished newspaper
in Breslau.

No harm done.

Please, come in.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-Obersturmbannführer.
-Hello.

Let me introduce my brother,
Colonel Lothar Barens.

Gerda Holtz.

A veteran of the Great War and Freikorps.

Please, no need for introductions.
We know German national heroes very well.

-It's a great honor.
-Barens.

Come in.

The guard at the entrance
keeps watch all night. He's new.

He'll remember me, because a few times
I told him what I think about his mother.

He'll let you in, not me.

But there must be a back entrance.

I'm too old for this, Detective.

What matters is
that you're the best, Doctor.

If they called you in the afternoon
to see the bodies,

then they must be in room 3.

I hope they didn't cut them up too much.

These morons shouldn't even butcher pigs.

Are they your guys?

They're always victims.

It's incredible
that the world still falls for it.

Jewish provocations,
we've been used to that for years.

But is it true
that there was a woman with him?

A whore.

The perfect couple.

Oh.

Andrew Fox.

Excuse me,
but I overheard that you're talking

about this mysterious murder
at the Hungarian Hotel.

I don't know if it's true,
but I've heard--

Mr. Fox.

Excuse me, I need your help.

My help?

You're a British man.
You must know about whisky.

I had a new delivery yesterday.

Allegedly from Scotland.

But I think I've been fooled.

I read your story.

It's really good.

Now I know why I got the invite.

You owe the invite
to my sheer curiosity about you.

Although I must admit I was surprised

that someone like you
could delve into such filth.

-Someone like me?
-Come on.

You are closely related
to the Royal Family.

Your mother is the King's wife's cousin.

Your father is the archduke.

Wait, wait...

Are you rebuking me for my story
or trying to become friends with my dad?

I'm confused.

I would hate for you to get more confused.

Are you threatening me?

We're doing our best to solve this case.

We don't want to hide anything.

We have a lead. We're close.

It's a matter of days, maybe hours.

And you've invited me here
to tell me this?

I would hate for you

to make a fool of yourself
with some street rumors.

I believe you can write a great story

which everybody in the Kingdom will read.

A story free of lies
about the Third Reich.

We despise
those who lie about our fatherland.

With all due respect, Obersturmbannführer,

but this has never been near Scotland.

Syphilis marks on the lady, and scars,

probably from a beating.

This one is the most interesting.

The changes in the skin tissue indicate
burning with a chemical substance.

The room where they died reeked
of chlorine.

He probably used it to burn their eyes.

From a technical standpoint,
it must have been some other chlorine.

This burn must have happened
five to twelve months ago.

The wound is properly healed.

And the gentleman...

Boring.

No major scars.

No sign of torture.

The killer shot to kill.

Only later did he burn his eyes.

But why?

If I knew that, I'd be watching
something else, believe me.

Ah.

The killer had more affection
for the lady than the gentleman.

Her eyeballs and eye sockets
were meticulously burned out.

At least 30 milliliters of chlorine.

While his cornea and conjunctiva
are barely affected.

Take a look.

Not more than a few drops.

Utmost care is visible with the lady,
haste with the gentleman.

So it was all about her?

He burned the man's eyes
to cover his tracks?

I tell you what I see on the body,
you draw the conclusions, Detective.

Who's here?

Put your hands up!

Uh, I appreciate your alertness, officer,

but you can put your little guns down.

I'm a police detective.

-I know him.
-A famous one as we can see.

He's a hymie.

A fucking Jew.

Call the Obersturmbannführer Ballack.

-Gentlemen, there's no need to--
-Shut up.

You'll regret your rudeness,
you fucking pig.

The Blood and Soil exhibition will prove

that Breslau is one
of the crucial cities of the Third Reich.

The incredible findings
of our brilliant archeologists prove

that German tribes came to this land
in the 1st century BC.

Distinguished professors Krepke and Kuntz
will tell us more about their work.

Bravo!

Bravo!

What the Obersturmbannführer
says is true.

The soil we are standing on already
belonged to the Aryans 2,000 years ago.

Just imagine
that when the Jews were murdering Christ,

our ancestors were
setting up communities here, in Breslau.

Prominent German archeologists discovered

the remains of Goth tribes
during excavations.

This symbol exactly.
Yes! A swastika!

Centuries ago, the Lower Silesia region...

Jürgen.

Good evening, Father.

How are you feeling?

Better.

Do you remember anything?

I told you,

I was just walking.

You know you shouldn't do that.

I just went for a walk, Dad.

I was just walking.

-I was...
-It's okay, son.

You'll feel better.

-Let's consider the matter closed.
-Yes, sir.

I lied to the Doctor
that I was allowed to bring him here.

-It's all my fault.
-Yes, it's your fault, Podolsky.

Doctor,

you can go home now.

-Thank you.
-Good night.

Good night, Detective.

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Thank you, boss.

Apologies for dragging you out of bed.

I'd have handled
these idiots myself, but--

Do you really want to end up
in a concentration camp

with communists and sodomites?

Not sure it's such bad company.

Holtz won't let it go, Franz.

I cannot protect you from him.

Good morning, honey.

I didn't have a choice. I understand
you're angry, but I didn't have a--

It was about your safety.

Lena.

What?

Obersturmbannführer Holtz wants
to see you.

The thing with Dr. Krakauer is that--

You have a beautiful wife.

I heard she hails
from a noble Austrian family.

Should your interest in my wife worry me?

And you, the son of a Polish worker...

It must have been a big misalliance.

It wouldn't be possible
if not for your stellar career.

You want to intimidate me.

On the contrary, I wanted to console you.

The Third Reich offers opportunities
for people like you. Good Germans.

The last thing you can say about me is
I'm a good German.

As you said, my father was Polish.

You'd do anything
to get back your job in the police.

That's why you act haughtily.

I don't act haughtily.

Jews cannot hold
public office in the Third Reich.

Forgive me, I'm not into politics.

I needed an expert.

There are other experts. Good Germans.

Who missed the fact
that the killer was after the woman?

Pardon?

Ann Ricken. Known as Zelda.

The killer was after her,
the Pole died accidentally.

And even though I am, as you mentioned,
the son of a Polish worker,

I'm well-versed enough in logic
to realize that you'd prefer

that I follow this lead.

It would help
to avoid an international scandal.

It's amazing.

We have a common goal.

I must detain the killer
to get back my job.

You need him
to protect the Reich from a disgrace.

Two days. You have two days.

But I work my way.
I don't care about politics.

The killer burned out the victims' eyes.

He's a psycho.

This woman knows them best in this town.
Talk to her.

PROF. DR INGA EISSMANN
PSYCHOANALYST

And one more thing.

A British reporter will visit you.

Treat him well.

Am I to follow all your orders?

Yes.

Update him about the progress in the case

and tell him what you've just told me.

That a dead hooker
is better than a dead Olympian?

She took a job
at a factory a year ago.

Quit working the streets.
Showed up at hotels less often.

She only kept
her evenings at the Sylvan Palace.

On Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Not the first woman to die on your beat.
What's going on?

You two had a thing?

No, no.

It's a matter of responsibility.

I told you many times to find a woman.

One to live with.

Boss, I gave Zelda
the tip about that client...

And now she's dead.

And I'm responsible for what happened.

On the house.

The responsibility lies
with that wacko who not only killed her

but also burned out her eyes.

You think too much, Erwin.

We're going to catch the motherfucker.
Preferably in two days.

Anything you say
can be very important.

So please, focus.

Did Zelda tell you anything
that alarmed you?

Maybe someone threatened her.
Some violent client?

Everyone who couldn't get it up.

Typical.

Someone who fell for her?

And why are you asking about that?

She died because she went with the Jew.

We're investigating every possible lead.

If you think of anything, it's...

Franz.

I didn't want to say it around Lewiakow.

He hates it
when the girls hustle on the side.

But there was a guy.

-A client or not.
-Who?

She worked at the Bierhoff's factory
during the day.

I think that's where they met.

He loved her. And he was jealous.

She loved him too.

She had a soft spot for the Reds.

-"Reds"? You mean a communist?
-Yes.

He said
that's why they couldn't be together.

That it's too dangerous.

These women are so dumb, right?

-Who was that guy?
-I don't know.

They were meeting privately.

Thanks, Lila.

Shame you don't come anymore, Franz.

Bye.

We heard she had a lover.

Involved with the unions, let's say.

I know nothing about it.

But, I guess,
you have plenty of lovers in the trade.

You're perceptive.

Did you notice anything odd
in her behavior lately?

-No, I haven't seen her in a while.
-Why?

Because she quit her job three weeks ago.

First they told them to mark the stores,
to let everybody know they're Jewish.

Now they have to erase the marks

so that nobody knows that the race
of the business owner matters here.

They will have to paint it back
after the Games anyway.

Question Zelda's neighbors,
check the commies' files.

Maybe something will stand out.

He's probably married.

Otherwise, he'd be with Zelda
instead of paying her.

How is Lena?

What?

You told me
she felt terrible this morning.

That's why I'm asking if she's better.

I hope so, Erwin. I hope so.

Franz!

Why didn't you tell me
that we were expecting a guest?

I just got out of the tub.

I see you've met Mr. Fox.

It's funny, we've met before.

But I can't recall,

was it at the Night's Dream
or the bar at the Hungarian Hotel?

When?

I don't know. Several weeks ago.

I understand
Obersturmbannführer Holtz sent you.

Gosh! You have boring work stuff
to talk about. I'm off.

Always the pleasure
to see you, Mr. Fox.

Oh, I'm sure
that mine was much bigger.

Please let me know
if you'd like to have lunch with me again.

Oh, I will.

I remember you from the corridor
by the room where the bodies were found.

Why does it interest you?
That's a bit suspicious.

You read my story.

You know I'll get to the truth.

With or without your help.

Help...

I'm supposed to help you?

That's funny.

I should arrest you
for disclosing details of the case.

Obersturmbannführer Holtz sent me here.

Not to be threatened, I assume.

And during your detention,

I should make you testify

that you got your information
from a maid, Elsa Guttman,

for which you paid 20 German marks.

But then I'd have to arrest Mrs. Guttman.

Nevermind that she'd be fired
and her child would become a beggar.

Unfortunately,
it's a matter of national security.

The SS would get her.

And you never know what they're up to.

Who was that woman?

The woman who died with the athlete.

She was a prostitute, right?

Who'd go to such lengths
to kill a prostitute and burn her eyes?

That's a great question, Mr. Journalist.

As soon as you find out anything,
report to me immediately.

I'm done.

Please excuse me.

Marital duties call.

Boss, will you be needing me tonight?

No, you can go home if you want.

Just make sure to service the cameras
before 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Yes, of course.

Good night, Mr. Blumenstein.

Good night.

Abram, is that you?

I have an idea.

Mmm-hmm.

Why don't we quit...

-Hmm?
-...fighting for a while?

Like two archenemies. What do you think?

-How would we talk to each other, then?
-We wouldn't.

BLUMENSTEIN'S PHOTO STUDIO

Boss, I'm here.

Boss?

Boss?