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Hello?

You haven't even left?

No.

I'm still working.

You said you'd be home two hours ago.

I won't be much longer.

Is he asleep?

No, he's shaking and screaming.

And I don't know how to stop it.

I can't help him.

He won't stop screaming.

He doesn't want me. He wants you--

All right.

I'm leaving now.

So, I've been writing again.

And I may need some help.

All right.

Let's do it.

Hitler’s false halo has fallen.

His words are nothing more than acrid bubbles

that dissipate into thin air.

See the little man for what he is: a murderous charlatan.

P.S. This is a chain letter. Pass it on.

Helmuth, let's go.

What?

If I were ever to get caught...

I would never give them your names.

Me either.

I'll just blame it all on the bishop.

Turned in this morning.

I'm sorry...

Thank God Anne and Max are alright.

Yeah.

Yeah, thank God.

I'm so sorr... sorry.

He's doing much better.

He's back to his old self, really.

He's so busy.

Well with his job and then with church, typing.

Typing, 'til the wee hours.

He's such a good boy.

I hope he's not keeping you away.

No, no, no.

He's fine.

Oh, and thick as theives with Karl and Rudi again.

Those crazy boys are here almost every night.

Let me know if they were bothering you at all.

No, no, not at all.

I think he'd really like to see you.

You know he's cooking dinner for the boys and me tonight.

Meatloaf, I believe.

Maybe you could join us.

What do you think?

Helmuth's cooking meatloaf.

That's right.

We might survive it.

You should come.

I'd love to, but I can't tonight.

All right.

I'll come one day soon, though, that's for sure.

That's fine, my love.

Thank you, Mama.

Bye.

Bye.

Here it is, boys.

Our next leaflet.

You wrote one.

Yes. And it's very good.

All right, then.

Let's hear it.

Dear Mr. Hitler, we feel it necessary to inform you

that a grave disservice is being perpetuated--

Those are some big words, Karl.

...is being perpetuated in the Reich,

namely the horrendously prudish uniforms.

Considering the incredible beauty of our German sisters,

it seems that shorter skirts would be in order,

and perhaps a lower neckline.

And now allow me to expound upon the virtues of cleavage.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Didn't know you were such a Casanova.

Oh, and you were Mr. Big Shot Resistance Fighter.

You can't even talk to that girl at work.

What's her name?

Elli, I talk to her all the time.

Yeah? About what?

Filing cabinets?

When are you going to ask her out?

I'm pacing myself.

Is that what you call it?

Pacing yourself?

Like you're any better.

Right.

Let Helmuth write the leaflets.

Come on and help me.

All right. Let me show you how it's done.

I just need to divide these into two,

and then if you take the ones in the back, then it's fine.

Yeah, those are stamped.

These aren't stamped yet. So if you can help me.

...goals and deliver better results for all departments.

Now this meeting has already gone up longer than intended.

That will be all.

Oh, Ellie. Hey.

Glad I ran into you.

Just had a quick question. I was just wondering--

Yes.

Can you make a change, amend something I said?

Yes, of course um...

Do you need something?

No, no. I just-- need to file these.

I said periodic and random reviews,

but I should have stated periodic and timely reviews.

Sorry.

Just that one change, because as you know,

any term introduced by the Interdepartmental Affairs needs...

Dear Elli.

I would love to invite you

to accompany me to the opera this weekend.

Franz Lehar's operetta "Giuditta" is playing

and always delights in its reach for the Italian flair.

Please let me know if this proposal interests you.

Your company would be most welcome.

Cordially, Helmuth.

So you like opera?

I... love it.

Are you trying to ask me on a date?

Uh... Yeah.

I want you...

to pick me up here Friday.

Seven sharp.

Julius was talking to me today.

Greta was asking if we could come over for cards and whatnot.

I guess it's their turn.

I told him we weren't going out much right now,

so he asked if perhaps they could come over here.

I told him we'd talk about it.

Did we ever talk about my university professor? Schultz?

From your one year at university?

Yeah, before I dropped out.

Gottlieb Schultz.

Professor of World History. He was...

Well, he opened my eyes, you know.

First time away from home and suddenly

the world’s much bigger.

Had my first girlfriend.

Clara?

Yes.

Yeah, Schultz didn’t just lecture

about peoples and cultures.

He took you there with his words.

He sort of took us under his wing, Clara and me.

All of us, really.

And without even meaning to, I learned about life.

About loyalty and integrity...

...what it means to be a good man.

So I decided to study French literature. Become a poet.

And then a friend of mine informed me that Schultz,

this whole time, had been sleeping with my girl.

What did you do?

I... uh...

I took it out on the friend who told me.

Knocked him out cold.

For telling you the truth?

Yeah. For telling me the truth.

Do you wish you'd never known?

The truth?

I have never been unfaithful.

Karl Oswald Vater was my employer.

He cornered me...

and he raped me.

I'm a good mother for my boys...

and I have never been unfaithful.

That was beautiful.

I genuinely think it's one of Franz Lehar's best operas.

Where are we going?

It's just down here.

Technically it's an operetta, but it's really--

I especially liked that aria.

What was it called again?

“My Lips’ Fiery Kiss.”

Yes, that's the one.

It was nice.

It's one of the best arias ever written.

Not better than Bizet's flower aria from Carmen.

Yeah, but My Lips Fiery Kiss would be a close second.

Which I also thought was beautifully performed tonight.

Although Jenny Lind would have done it better

had she been alive when it was written.

Who's Jenny Lind?

She was one of the most renowned sopranos of the 19th century,

and a favorite of Felix Mendelssohn’s,

and for whom he wrote some of his best arias.

Who's Felix Mendelssohn?

Joking! I know who Mendelssohn was.

That's good to know since we’re not allowed to

listen to him anymore because he was Jewish.

Even though he was baptized a Reformed Christian

at the age of seven.

Doesn't seem to matter to our leaders in Berlin.

Anyway...

Do you know where he was born?

Lehar?

Mendelssohn.

No.

Right here.

- In Hamburg? - No, right here.

This is where we were going.

Do you know who commissioned that plaque?

I'm sure you're about to tell me.

None other than Jenny Lind.

The most renowned soprano of the 19th century.

Yeah, and more than two decades after his death, she--

Stop talking.

You'd better get me home.

It's starting to rain.

It's high treason.

We believe in being subject to Kings, presidents, rulers--

I know the doctrine.

But this is Helmuth we're talking about.

This is my congregation.

And my duty to them--

Do you think that Christ would betray one of His flock?

I'm protecting the flock.

Like you did with Salomon?

When they find Helmuth...

and they will find him...

Where do you think the Gestapo will turn?

They'll go straight to a little church

where he got the typewriter.

And the mimeograph.

To the one who purchased the mimeograph.

To his wife.

To his children.

Ten of spades.

Who's go is it?

Mine, mine.

Stop.

- No. - This is mine.

This is also mine.

This is mine.

This is mine.

Another game?

Yep.

Oh, I love this song.

Dance with the lady.

Please.

No, he never...

Get up.

One more.

No, no, give it a moment.

He has nightmares.

These tremors.

The doctor says they should go away.

Eventually.

[Clears throat] Hello?

They're quoting from banned authors.

What time is it?

They’re quoting Thomas Mann.

Then it’s Schiller. He’s even got a...

oh where is it...

Yeah, here.

“And so the English soldier could never feel

that he had been misled by his own countrymen,

as was the case with the German soldier,

who rejected everything coming from this source

as swindles and bunk.”

You know where that’s from?

No.

Mein Kampf.

Ah, of course.

He's weaving between Schiller, Thomas Mann, the Führer.

He's even thrown in a little Shakespeare for good measure.

Hamlet.

It’s quite brilliant.

So an intellectual,

a university professor or something.

Or someone who has access to banned literature.

They keep an archive. Copies of banned books. Where?

Uh, Berlin.

Any in this region? What about City Hall?

I'll look into it first thing Monday.

And do you think--

Good, do it.

"‘Tis the times’ plague,

when madmen lead the blind"

...oh, alright...

Ex... excuse me. I'm... I'm...

Yes...

...we'll need an update on the river dredging project...

Heinrich Mohns?

Heil Hitler!

I understand you archive banned books here.

Yes, yes we do.

Show me.

Sir, can I help you?

Look what I found.

Who else has keys to this room?

That is not what you just said.

What I meant was,

I'm not the only one that goes down there.

Into the archives.

Who goes in there?

The archives?

Where they keep the banned books. And these.

You're dead.

Easy!

He's working for someone. He's going to tell us who it is.

Profile.

Now look at me.