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THE THIRD GENERATION

A comedy in six parts full of excitement,
suspense, logic, cruelty and madness...

...like the fairytales we tell children
to help them through life until death.

Mr Lurz's office.

Susanne Gast here.
Who? Houston, Texas?

Oh, it's you, Mr Curtiz.
It's Susanne Gast.

Mr Lurz isn't here yet.
All flights to Berlin have been delayed.

- Where should we go?
- Wherever you like. Here or there.

Right, Mr Curtiz. I'll let him know.

I imagined at a time like this
our thoughts would be more sublime.

Do you want to know
what I'm thinking about?

Dedicated to someone who truly loves.
So to no one - probably.

"I can only thank the German lawyers
retrospectively...

..."for not adhering to constitutional law
in pursuing their investigations"

(Referring to the Mogadishu hijacking
and possibly to events surrounding it)

Helmut Schmidt,
Chancellor of the Federal Republic

to Der Spiegel news magazine in 1979.

"You always pull the short straw."

Scrawled above the second urinal
from the left in the public toilets

on the corner of Schluterstraße
and Kudamm, West Berlin

- Hello.
- Hello. Thank God for that.

I was beginning to get worried.

It's outrageous.
We were one hour late taking off.

They're getting worse and worse.

- Did it all go well, at least?
- More or less.

Mr Curtiz from Houston, Texas called.
He insisted you call back.

OK, can you get him
on the line for me, please.

Mr Lurz's office. Can you connect me
to Houston, Texas, please.

To Mr Curtiz.
You have the number. Thank you.

Have you noted down
everything I marked up?

Of course, I'm reliable as ever.

That was a rhetorical question.

I know how good you are.

Really? Thank you for that.

You don't have thank me
the whole time, Susanne.

Don't sacrifice yourself to me!

Do you feel any guilt
about what you've done?

As long as films are sad, life isn't.

Really?

- Curtiz?
- No, it's for me. I won't be long.

Be quick.
We're waiting for a call from America.

So?

The world as will and idea.
I understand.

The world as will and idea.

The world as will and idea.

Did you know that, Sascha?
The world as will and idea.

Hello, Curtiz! So... how are you?

No, the reaction in Bonn
is rather negative at the moment.

No, we seem to be going through
an anti-data processing phase.

A sort of media campaign, you know.

Anyway Bonn isn't putting in any orders
for computers at the moment.

There's been absolutely no new
terrorist activity in Germany recently.

It doesn't help our sales pitch.

The situation simply
isn't as favourable for us as it was.

We can't put forward
such a convincing argument.

Yes, you're right, of course.

I can only tell you one thing for certain.

It's impossible to sell a single computer
here at the moment. Believe me.

But it will change.
Believe me, it will change.

You can count on me 100 per cent.

Of course. Thank you.

- I'm ready.
- I'll just make a call.

It's Susanne. I don't have much time.

The world as will and idea.
Understand?

The world as will and idea.
Does that sound familiar, Grandpa?

- It's Schopenhauer.
- What?

The world as will and idea.

That's philosophy, you know.

But in my day,
we read more positive things.

Hegel, Kant and Nietzsche.

And what's so negative
about the other stuff?

It's pretty straightforward.

Schopenhauer said...

..."Man's existence
is no more important...

..."than that of a stone."
And that's really stupid.

Do you know how many stars...

But that's ridiculous -
"No more important than a stone".

That's what I was saying

...are in the blue sky?

That's for people
who can't do anything with their lives.

The likes of them need a war...

...to realise that their lives
count for a lot more than a stone.

So 1884, gentlemen.

Give me the causes
of the 1848 revolution.

Following France's example,
liberals demanded a constitution...

...freedom of the press, and a parliament.

Very good. And what do you think?

There was also the common struggle
towards national unity.

Stop singing, Mother.

People really don't know
what to live for anymore.

It used to be very different.
Every generation needs a war.

Otherwise all human values
go to the dogs.

And people don't know how exciting
it is between wars and in war.

They get stupid ideas into their heads,
dim-witted and cowardly ideas.

What was the significance of the
National Assembly at St Paul's church...

...in May 1848 for the... for the further
development of the revolution?

They were politically ineffectual.

People lacked the courage to depose
their rulers and create a republic.

And why? The bourgeoisie
were politically powerful.

It was in their interests to defend
themselves against the lower classes.

Typical. First they want a revolution...

...then they get scared when their
middle-class values are in jeopardy.

What, in your opinion,
are typical middle-class values?

Law and order, respect for authority,
reliability, hard-work.

Wasn't it these very attitudes
that led directly to The Third Reich?

We're not dealing with the development
of The Third Reich.

Because it has carried on into today's
middle-class society?

And the middle classes
try to uphold these same values?

- Values that led to a fascist regime?
- We're not dealing with this now.

Anyway, you can't present it this way.

Is that what you're told to teach us,
or is that your personal opinion?

My job is teach you about
proven historical connections.

My personal opinion is irrelevant.
Understood?

Just a moment, please.

Sweetheart! What are you doing here?
Is it because...

The world as will and idea.
I've got everything together.

- You have to give it to Rudolf.
- Aren't you coming with me?

Hans will want his dinner
when he gets home.

- Sweetheart.
- It will be fine. See you later.

The world as will and idea.

The papers are complete.
The world as will and idea.

The world as will and idea.
Understood.

August will pick them up from you.

- Well?
- What do you mean, "well"?

I mean just that.
And what role are you playing today?

- Sorry, boss?
- Cop or robber?

Mother, the man with the coke is here.

Shut your trap, I know he is.

You mustn't rely only on others.
You have to be able to rely on yourself.

You have to do things through
your own willpower and strength.

Everything's OK.
The world as will and idea.

- Take a look. The papers are all there.
- Thanks.

Strange. I saw a Russian film
in the summer.

One of the shots in it
was just like the view from up here.

- Solaris.
- Sorry?

The name of the film. Solaris.

Maybe.
I've forgotten what it was called. Solaris.

The only thing I remember
was this image

- I'm sorry if that's all you remember.
- The whole film was a bit of a mess.

A mess! Solaris is one of the best films
I've ever seen.

Really? Why?

Film is a lie, 25 times a second...

...and because it's all a lie,
it's also the truth.

Truth is a lie.

Every film tells us that.

In films, lies are dressed up as ideas
and shown as truths.

That's my idea of utopia -
the only one there is.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Strange, these ideas don't suit you.

Why? What fits with whom?

When you look in the mirror,
what do you think fits?

- What does a policeman see?
- Not much.

So when is this Paul turning up?

Soon, but you can never tell
with colleagues from the training camps.

Did you do any training?

Yes, before I was on
the most-wanted list. It was a while ago.

I still have to listen to some records
that people are asking for.

You have to get rid of this girl.
She's making it dangerous for us all.

Drug addicts are always being watched,
everyone knows that.

But I'm the only person she's got
to take care of her.

She still has to go.
She's putting us all in danger.

On the contrary, who's going to suspect
anything when she's here?

I don't buy it, Rudolf.

We have no choice but to get rid of her.

She'll probably go of her own accord
at some point.

I hope you're right.

I'll be in touch. See you soon.

- Cheers!
- Cheers, Susanne!

- Are you happy with your body guards?
- I can't complain

I've even played chess
with one of them.

But of course your whole life changes...

...when your every move is followed.

You're under surveillance, Mr Lurz.

You've been given police protection.

Yes, of course. But whatever you call it,
it has the same effect.

We've been contracted to give you this
type of police protection.

File a complaint with your colleagues,
not me.

You're not very humorous, are you?

Not at all. I recently had a dream...

...that capitalism invented terrorism
to force the state to protect it better.

Very funny, isn't it?

- I'm nearly ready.
- It's all right.

Isn't she a beautiful woman?

Yes, very beautiful. Do you love her?

Of course I do. What about you?

She's my daughter-in-law.

We must go. Come on, Susanne.

When I look at myself in a mirror
bordered with precious jewels...

...and see my vagina flushed
from the wind and from walking...

...I would like to give myself
to the first person who comes along...

...in the name of love.

But my love for the Skullcutter
is exclusive.

A mountain of unbounded pleasure.

He makes me open my legs.

And his desire
and ecstasy tells me...

..."You are the fille de joie I have...

..."to cool me and to set me on fire".

I beg you, creation of my father...

...open your legs. Lick yourself.

- Well, they're not here either.
- You always take your papers with you.

Why wouldn't you have taken them
with you today?

It doesn't make sense to me either.

But I noticed it straight away
this morning.

Have a think, darling.

Perhaps you'll think of something.

It sounds as if you suspect me.

What gives you that idea?

The way you're cross-examining me.

How do you know
about cross-examinations, sweetheart?

- Don't touch me.
- Why not?

- First you suspect me, then...
- I don't suspect you at all.

Come on. Come on!

- What's wrong?
- Let go.

Help! Leave me alone.

I don't understand you.

It's been like this for a quite a while.

You not wanting to do that.

- You used to enjoy it, too. Didn't you?
- What do you know?

You have no idea.
You just thought you did.

Fine.

Don't let's fight anymore.

Is... is supper ready?

You're always wanting something.
The whole time.

- Please, I...
- Don't touch me!

If I could only understand you.

Go on, say it - I only want you
because you're married to my son.

And say that you hate me
and yourself too, because of it.

You only want me
because I'm married to your son.

And I hate you, too.

But actually that's not very important.

What's more important
is that I hate myself.

No, not hate... I despise myself. That's it.

Despise yourself?
You get better and better!

Despise yourself. That's really funny.
To despise yourself. That's a good one.

Don't laugh. It's not at all funny.

Not at all. I really do despise myself.

It really hurts when you despise yourself.

You kill me!
You're quite amazingly moralistic today.

You're on top form, sweetheart.

You're... you're so old-fashioned.

You're so old-fashioned and moralistic!

You're a bastard.

Yes, I am a bastard
and you'll never go to bed with me again.

Yes.

It was the last time today

I see him wind with lust
on the sheet in the locked room...

...and then he cries to be whipped

I see him scratch the floor like a dog.

This sight doesn't even shock me.

You look dressed for a blizzard
in the depths of a Russian winter.

Undo the buttons.

It won't hurt you to do something, too.

Come here.

You end up needing the very thing
that once you couldn't stand.

It's OK.

Hello.

- I picked Susanne up from work.
- Thank you, father.

- Was he good?
- He was. He always is.

- Now it's bedtime.
- Come on Sascha, beddy-byes.

Come on darling, let's eat.

So, you're all here on time.

Susanne, is the little darling in bed yet?
Come down here, please.

- Did you say something?
- Dinner's on the table.

- Did you cook?
- No. Grandfather did.

- You did, father?
- I hope you like it, all the same.

Why wouldn't I like it
when you cooked it?

Well, I just thought...

- Bon appétit.
- Bon appétit.

- Enjoy your meal.
- You too, Father.

Thank you. Try the soup.

- Have you composed anything today?
- Yes a bit. And you?

Have you hunted anyone today?
Shot down someone on the run?

Edgar. Stop it. Eat!

"Big dick. Up for anything. No S&M
Tel. 822 17 05. Hurry. Really randy."

Written in felt-tip in the middle cubicle
of the public toilets in the Volkspark, West Berlin, 02.11.1978

The world as will and idea.

The world as will and idea.

- You've mistaken me for someone else.
- No.

You were expecting Adelheid,
but Adelheid is dead.

- May I sit down?
- Of course.

All the others in the group
are either dead...

...or have been arrested.
My name is August, by the way.

- Paul.
- I know, I know.

I joined the group shortly after
you left for Africa.

But as that group broke up,
I'm now forming a new cell.

- Can I try your Irish coffee?
- Go ahead.

Thank you.
I hope I can count on your support.

- Good, isn't it?
- Yes.

- How did you get on in Africa?
- You take it as it comes.

- Anyway, it was successful.
- Really?

Now I can aim at any target
I want and hit it.

The group could use a good marksman.
No one, apart from me, can shoot.

- Any difficulty getting over the border?
- I was pretty scared at first.

They poked around in my papers
for so long that I thought they'd got me.

- I understand.
- But as you can see, I'm here.

Yes. I've got the new papers here.
The world as will and idea.

Paul, we're on first name
terms, aren't we?

If you like, you can come and meet
the others in the group.

Yes, that wouldn't be a bad idea.

If I'm honest, it's hard
having to look at this pitiful girl.

- You don't have to.
- Often enough.

Why, of all things,
does she have to inject?

I've always found injections
physically repulsive.

- Just don't look.
- It's hard not to when it's in your face.

Exactly.
And it's somehow a bit unsavoury.

That's how I feel about it, anyway.

Come on, Petra. Let's go and see Hilde.

You shouldn't always do that so publicly.

Rudolf has an incomprehensible and
possibly dangerous need to do good.

You know,
like one of the Roman Catholic saints.

- Is Rudolf Catholic then?
- It's the only way I can explain it.

Oh, my goodness! Look at that room!
What a mess!

How can anyone let themselves
and their living space be like that!

- It's pretty unsavoury.
- Dear God!

Dear God! I'd give anything to take part
in some guerrilla training like that.

- Wouldn't you?
- It's pretty harsh and severe, Rudolf.

Sure, but it it's one of the last great
adventures left to us.

Don't you think?

Sure, but I find
the unquestioning drill pretty horrifying.

You know, Edgar...

...it requires discipline to produce
anything of note. Don't you think?

You know, I got bored.
I'd always been taught I had to work.

So, I really enjoyed the first few years
with Edgar as I didn't have to work.

But then...

- Then what I had learnt won the day.
- Such is life.

You must go and see the new play
at the Schaubühne

I'm sure you've heard of it,
"Great and Small" by Botho Strauss.

God, it's incredible how sensitively
he portrays a woman's life.

And the Schaubühne.
Well, you know how good it always is.

Perfect, a really polished performance.

Hilde, you've got a new blouse.
My God, it's so elegant.

And expensive.
You can tell straightaway.

It's always the simple lines
that cost the most.

No, not at all.
It wasn't at all expensive.

You probably won't believe me,
but it wasn't.

It cost 12.50 Marks

- 12.50 Marks!
- It's true.

- Incredible!
- 12.50 Marks!

No one would ever guess.
That's fantastic, darling! Fantastic!

- That's bound to be the mysterious Paul.
- Well, this is Paul.

Pleased to meet you. Rudolf.

Edgar. Pleased to meet you.

- Did you have a good journey?
- Oh, excellent.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thank you.

- Is that him?
- Yes, this is him.

You can't imagine...

...how eager we've been to meet you.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

Hello.

I wanted to say...
Paul needs somewhere to stay.

It's too dangerous here
because of the drug addict.

I thought he could stay with you, Hilde.

You could put him up for a few days,
that would be safer.

Of course.

Voilà. This is my place.

No one else here, no man?

Oh, definitely no man.
Not today, not tomorrow.

And not in the future, either.

Why not? You wouldn't be lesbian?

That question is...

...ignorant. No, I'm not a lesbian.
I'll go and make your bed.

Oh, you have this strange game
with the balls, too.

Of course. We all do.
It's a sort of code, you see.

The video player, too.

The video player, too.

It's very nice, your place.

The best thing about Berlin
is these big flats.

- Are you hungry?
- No, thanks.

I don't eat much.

- I went off it in Africa.
- I'll have your bed ready in a minute.

It's a bit tricky with the bed.

I don't want to sleep on the couch.

Well, you can sleep here,
if you want to.

- And I'll sleep on the couch.
- That's not what I said.

I want to sleep with you here.
With you in your bed.

- But...
- What do you mean "but"?

But I've got used to making
up my own mind about who I sleep with.

So. What do you think I do?

I make up my own mind, too.
Or should I just wank?

Oh, no! I had enough of that in Africa.

Anyway, it's practical, the two of us.
Don't you think?

It's undoubtedly easy or "practical"
for you.

But for me, it means that...
I haven't decided for myself.

Rubbish.
You're talking petty-bourgeois drivel.

- Oh, stop that.
- Come here.

- Stop it!
- I always get what I want. Come on!

Come on! Go on, scream!

- Help!
- Go on scream, scream!

I like it when you scream. Go on!

You'll like it in a moment.
In just a moment.

My God, Schlossallee.

Are you going to buy it?

- Don't keep us all in suspense!
- All right, I'll take the risk and buy.

OK. Schlossallee. For 8,000 to August.

We'll soon see who the winner is.

I hope so. I have to go in a minute
anyway. I'm already late.

It's all right, I'll get it.

- Are you expecting someone?
- No.

- It's two men for Miss Hoffmann.
- What?

Now we're in shit!
You see I warned you.

- Police?
- Who else?

They're not police.

There's a black guy and one
with rather innocent-looking eyes.

- What now?
- Let them in. No other choice. Come on.

- Did you hear? Let them in.
- I'm going.

- Come in.
- Many thanks.

- Hello. Are you Mr Mann?
- Hello.

I'm Walsch. Franz Walsch.
And that's my mate, Bernhard.

He's an aristocrat.
He's called von Stein.

- Bernhard von Stein.
- Oh, right.

Oh! He'll be wondering
what we're doing here?

- Well, that sort of thing...
- It's a long...

- A very long story.
- Right!

But we can cut it short.

- We've just come from the army.
- From the marines, in fact.

But we got your address
from Ilse's father.

Because his wife died.

It was cancer.
It was cancer, wasn't it?

Yeah, yeah, it was cancer.

And Ilse... how should I put it?
She was a sort of bride.

I can't get Ilse out of my head.

That's why we're here. I may as well
give it a go. Do you understand?

Yeah... sort of.

We all have our own way
of doing things, don't we?

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

So, is Ilse here then?

Yes, she's here, but I think she's asleep.

Oh, that doesn't matter, honestly.

She's always been pleased to see me
whenever I've turned up.

- Really, every time.
- It's fine by me. Come in.

- It's a nice big flat you've got here.
- You only get them like this in Berlin.

Yeah, only in Berlin.

And Ilse? I mean, if..

Oh, there's never been anything
between Ilse and me.

It's just that I've got a nice big flat...

...and Ilse's all on her own, that's all.

That's all, Bernhard. I told you that,
whatever you thought.

- I didn't say anything.
- But you thought it.

I know what I know.

- There she is. Look, she's asleep.
- I can see that for myself.

Ilse, wake up. It's me. Your little bear.
She always called me that.

- Ilse, can't you hear me, Ilse?
- What's wrong?

- Well, she's asleep.
- Damn.

- You've got visitors. There.
- Ilse, it's me. Your little black bear.

- Franz, how did you get here?
- By car. Bernhard's dad's car.

That's Bernhard. We were discharged
at the same time, you know.

- Is everything OK?
- Yeah, fine. He's an old friend.

It's OK. They're friends of hers.
You can let the others in again.

You can come back in.
They're friends of Ilse, not police.

You were lucky again.

I'm telling you, that girl's a danger
to the whole group. She has to go.

What is it?

They've both just come out of the army
and don't have anywhere to go.

I thought... there's lots of room here...
for a couple of days.

It's fine by me.
If it's just for a few days.

For the black guy,
I've got a room close to Ilse.

And I've got a room at the front for you.

It's more of a box room,
but if it's just for a few days...

- Thanks very much, Mr Mann.
- Yes, really.

- My name's Rudolf.
- Thanks very much, Mr Rudolf

I'll go and get our things
and send the driver back to the Taunus.

- Should I...?
- No, no, stay there.

Now you've really lost it, haven't you?
You can't do enough good, can you?

Do you want to be beatified
or something?

My God, it's only for a couple of days.
It's not doing anyone any harm.

Come on.
Let's carry on our game.

Let's see what our soldiers carry round.

- Leave it alone.
- Why?

If I want to know what's in there,
I want to know.

Books.

Our little soldier reads Bakunin.

And he underlines the important parts
just like my granny

"...man can become his own educator,
teacher, and in a way his own creator."

That's my book. It was in my suitcase.
Please put it back.

- And what if I don't want to?
- Put the book back, please.

- Give it back!
- Rudolf, catch!

"But it is clear that he only achieves
a certain level of independence..."

- Rudolf, here!
- Give it back, please

"...which does not cancel out
pre-determined dependence..."

- Here, August!
- Give me it!

"...or the total solidarity
by which he, as a living being...

"He is linked to the social world
of which he is a product.

- "In this world where everything is..."
- Please!

- Give it to me.
- "...and continues to be...

"...a relative cause
of relatively new effects."

Excuse me! That's my friend.

And I don't like you taunting him.

- Do I make myself clear?
- It was just a bit of fun.

Really. I must be off now anyway.
I'll be in touch

I'll get it.

Hello. Oh, Petra.

Of course we'll come.
I'll be as fast as I can.

Petra's got problems with her husband.
She's outside our flat. Let's go, Paul.

- What's it got to do with us?
- We owe it to her. We should help her.

- If I must.
- Are you coming?

In a bit. You go on ahead.
Come on. I'll show you your room.

Thanks, Franz.

I don't know about Ilse.

There's something wrong with her.

I wonder if she's taking something.

You've no idea how hard he hit me.

Oh, sweetheart, I know.

- Let's see.
- Here's where it really hurts.

I can't really see very much.

But it really hurts.

- Paul?
- Yes.

Didn't you hear
how her husband hit her?

It was impossible not to hear it.

Then do something about it.

I want to watch the end of the film.
Then I'll have a look.

- Why do you despise women so much?
- It's no more than they deserve.

You're cynical.

And your mouth works faster
than your brain.

- You're just like all the others.
- Of course not, we are as we are.

Hello, Paul.

- There she is.
- What's happened now?

He tried to kill me
because of his stupid papers.

Here, have a look.

- I can't see anything.
- What!

It's not showing up at the moment.

He hit me as if I were a sleeping cat.

- Why a sleeping cat?
- Because I say so.

And this one's just like all the rest

I want to see the film.
It's more important to me.

What's happened now?

I'm not going back home ever again.
Never ever again.

Here, look where he hit me.
Just there.

- I can't see anything, Petra.
- I don't care. It's over. Over

I'm never going back. Never.
It's over. I'm never going back to him.

It would be better not to cause a stir
at the moment.

- I think Paul is right, don't you?
- Probably.

- Shall we vote on it?
- Who votes Petra goes back?

That's a majority.

There's a lady here to see you, Mr Lurz.
She says you know what it's about.

Rubbish!
I don't have any appointment with a lady.

Don't let in the whole world.

You can't even have
a quiet game of chess.

- Oh, it's you!
- Am I disturbing you?

Susanne, could you leave us
just for a moment.

You too, Frank. You can go home.

- Are you mad! Stark raving mad!
- Why?

We expressly agreed you would never
come to my office.

Rubbish, Lurz.
No one will recognise me like this.

What do you think would happen to us?

Everything is going down the tube
because of your childish behaviour...

...because of your ridiculous disguise,
your crazy addiction to dressing up.

The only thing that's dangerous, Lurz,
is your shouting.

OK. So, why are you here?
What's it all about?

I'm practising. That's all.
And I need money.

Money! You always need money.
Money!

I want to see some results! And soon.
Do you understand?

I'll do what I can. Really.

I was thinking of a break-in
at the resident's registration office.

Those passports are always expensive.

- And that's why I need money.
- You'll get money.

"Cunts don't make sweet music
They don't sing you any songs
As I said, Mr Walsch, I can't offer you...

They're just a little resting place
For your nice stiff dongs."
...anything as a chemical worker.

An old poem that popped up again
The only thing I can offer you...

in the men's toilets at the Freie Volksbühne,
...at the moment is unskilled work.

West Berlin, 26.12.1978
I don't suppose that will appeal to you.

I understand that.

But then we'll have to talk
about possible retraining next week.

You need to sign this.

So, is there anything else,
Mr Walsch?

I thought I had a right to work.

You do. You do have a right.

It's all I can do for you at the moment,
but we'll do our very best for you.

We have to work with what's available.
Now you do really need to go.

I don't get it.
I trained for three years.

It can't have all been for nothing.

I don't get it.

- I trained for three years.
- Next, please.

Sweetheart, still not got anything?

I told you,
it was just like that for me at first.

But I trained for three years.

It can't have all been for nothing.

I've got something. Come on.
You'll feel better in a shot.

We'll get through without this stuff.

- I met Helio Gabal.
- And?

- There's a problem.
- What sort of problem?

- We need new papers.
- Again?

- Something's going to happen soon.
- What's going to happen?

I can't really tell, but we need
to meet as soon as possible.

- OK. Do the others know?
- Some of them.

- And where?
- At your place or Hilde's would be best.

All right

I'll let you know in any case.
It may be as early as tomorrow.

OK. I'll be in touch.

- Oh, sorry.
- Well!

- Did you finally manage to...?
- What?

What do you think?
Did you finally find your father?

- You're a bastard.
- We've known that for a long time.

One day someone's going to smash
your face in so badly that'll you'll choke.

That's quite possible.
But you certainly won't do it

I've just got to hold you right...

...then you won't need
that damn stuff anymore.

- What are you looking for?
- Money. I want it.

- But...
- Steal it, have it, steal it, have it.

But why steal it? Calm down.

As long as I have money,
I'll always give you some.

You know that.

- No, no, no!
- Calm down!

- Stop it! Calm down, will you!
- No, no, no!

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

- What happened?
- I don't know. She's not feeling well.

A headache or something like that,
I think.

Come on, sweetheart.
Don't cry. We'll be OK.

"All Turks are bastards. They stink and
all they think about is fucking."
"Exactly!"

"Give Germany back to the Germans.
Send all of the others home,
every last one of 'em!"

You're having more trouble than usual
concentrating today.

"Give Germany back to the Germans.
Send all of the others home,
every last one of 'em!"

"Yeah! Send the bastards back!"
"Why bother to send them back? Just gas 'em.

They should be wiped out, preferably gassed. Wiped out and gassed."

"You're a load of pitiful idiots."
"Nazi pig!"

"Filthy communist!"
"It'll be your turn one day, so help me God."

Unattributed on-going dialoge.

Found in the men's toilets at the KaDeWe
department store, West Berlin, 18.01.1979

Hello, Mr Lurz.

At last!

I'm sorry,
I couldn't get here any quicker.

- I was worried.
- No need to be. I'm not a little girl.

OK. We'll carry on
with the game tomorrow.

Well, how was it?

The men from the Berlin tax office
were really very nice.

Investing in computers seems to be
really very risky at the moment.

Their development isn't progressing.

If the situation changes,
they would of course be happy to...

...and so on.

Well placed.

- Is supper ready?
- Yes, in a minute

...and see my vagina flushed
from the wind and from walking...

...I would like to give myself
to the first person that comes along...

...in the name of love.

But my love for the Skullcutter
is exclusive...

What is this? Did you write it?

No. It's a young French girl
who committed suicide when she was 17.

- Oh, I've never heard of it.
- You must have.

It's a strange story. There are
no photos of her, only these recordings.

Shit! No stout again.

How many times do I have to tell you!
I want stout with my meals.

Sorry, I forgot to put it out.
Of course I bought some

I'll get it. It's in the fridge

...like a contortionist and it is worth it

I am never happy when making love.

Here you are. Stout

I just pretend to satisfy the other.
And if he is...

- Do you like it?
- It's not bad.

You'll learn over time, I guess.

I always used to just heat up tinned food.

Tinned food is unhealthy, isn't it?

I don't think so.
What isn't unhealthy? Life is, too.

For someone who doesn't eat much
you're not doing badly!

So? Do you want to eat it all yourself?

I'm hungry, all right?

I don't care about what I said yesterday.

Put some music on.
I've had enough of that tape.

- Who can that be?
- I don't know.

- What should I do? Open the door?
- Open the door, but be careful.

Hide!

- Oh, August, it's you!
- Hello.

- My God, you gave us a scare.
- Why?

Why! We never get any visitors.
It's only August.

August. God damn it. What's wrong?

We're all meeting
at Rudolf's this evening.

- Why didn't you call?
- I tried! It was constantly engaged.

It wasn't!
We haven't been on the phone!

- "...the instinct to command others...
- ...violence against objects

- "...in its primitive essence...
- I used to say...

...that violence against objects
leads to violence against humans

- "...is a carnivorous, savage instinct.
- Unfortunately, I was right.

"Then under the influence of it...

"...it went through all forms
of slavery and obedience...

"...gradually taking on
a more human form...

"...and sometimes
regressing into barbarism.

"Today... exploitation... money"

Any idea where Susanne
and Edgar are?

No idea. They'll be here.

- Have you phoned?
- The granddad said they left ages ago.

I don't understand.
I really don't understand.

- They'll be here.
- For sure.

I don't understand
why this crap is constantly on!

Did granddad at least say
when they left?

- No, he didn't.
- Shit!

The car just stopped
in the middle of the road.

- What happened?
- No petrol.

- Susanne promised to get some.
- I've told you, you're imagining it.

- I know what I heard you say.
- But you don't!

You've got a guilty conscience,
that's why you're shouting.

- Why would I lie? Why?
- Stop fighting.

We're not fighting!

Stop it! August, tell us why
we had to meet in such a hurry.

Exactly. That's more important now.

Right. Come on then.
You don't all have to listen in.

- Let's go over here.
- Petra!

So, what is it? I've been tipped off
that something is about to happen.

What?

I don't know exactly, but when it gets
going, it will be time for us to act.

That's why we need the new papers
now. ID cards, driving licences, etc.

My God, it's all happening so fast.

- I don't know. I thought that...
- We were always going to do that...

Stop it. We haven't got time
for this sort of dangerous talk.

- That's true.
- August knows what he's doing.

- You can be sure of that.
- So, what's going to happen?

We need to get ID cards and
driving licences as soon as possible.

- That means raiding the local offices.
- Exactly.

So, we have to draw lots to see
which of us will do it.

Seven pieces of paper,
crosses on three of them.

Whoever gets the crosses does it.

- Are the official papers for us?
- Petra, who else!

It's just I'd like to be called
Michaela Angela Martinez.

OK, if we're ready, I'll start

...not the students...

...the way society is
structured produces violence...

"These conditions in society
are stupidity, ignorance, apathy..."

...get up at six,
be on the bus by seven...

...or a quarter to seven,
if it's in the area, or even earlier.

He's overburdened.

- Ask the others again about Franz.
- All right.

Do you mind if we include Franz?
He's an explosives expert.

Really? That's great.

- What do you reckon?
- About Franz?

It's fine by me.

But I'm still not in favour of including
Bernhard, he's a nutter.

Damn, the guards are on duty.

- How come? I checked from outside.
- So did I.

- We'd better get out of here.
- Probably.

Rubbish!
It's always going to be dangerous.

- Where's the store room?
- It's this door here.

OK. You two hide for a minute
and I'll see if the coast is clear.

If it is, you unlock the door

I'll keep my sights on the pigs,
and if something goes wrong, I'll shoot.

- But...
- We'll risk it. I'll go.

Hurry up!

Do you think I'm being slow on purpose?

It was quicker last time

I'll take a look.

- Do you see anything?
- No, nothing.

Come on then.
Let's get on with the game.

- That's it!
- At last!

Look through the keyhole.

The pig's on the prowl again.

He's getting closer... and closer.

I think he's coming in here.

Now he's going back.

He's going back in.

What a mess!

Do you know what's happened?

Rudolf said...

...that you trained
as an explosives expert.

- Did he now?
- He did.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Yes, I thought it could be of interest
to the group.

- What group?
- Our cell, I mean.

It is a punishable act to put to private
use knowledge gained in army.

God, you can't do anything.
Tell me what isn't forbidden!

Everything... that is allowed.

Good. And what is allowed?
What is allowed?

...if they weren't include them in
the tradition of democratic Socialism...

It's simple.
Everything that's not forbidden is allowed.

- You don't know what's allowed!
- I didn't say that

- I'm hungry.
- Supper's ready!

- So, why don't you think about it?
- Supper's ready

- I'll see.
- What's our clever little chap reading?

"Children of the bourgeoisie often
inherit the attitudes, advantages...

"...and the egotistical instincts
of their forebears.

"The youth have energy, noble
aspirations and an instinct for justice...

"...which may counterbalance
the negative influences."

- Do you understand all that?
- I try to.

- Do you want some more to eat?
- No, thank you.

Quiet!

It's the others.

I must tell you what happened,
or I'm going to explode!

What's so hysterically funny?

Rudolf was so scared,
he peed in his pants.

- I don't believe you.
- Have a look. He's all wet.

- I'm going back to bed.
- Let's see!

- Show me!
- Let me see!

He peed in his pants!

Just when I was dying for a pee
the fuzz had to come along.

Oh, yeah. I'd like to see you do it!
Then I'd have the last laugh.

- It was so funny. I could hardly...
- It wasn't at all funny. That's horrible!

And the papers?

Here they are.

There. Happy now?

More than happy. Good work.

Look, he's crying.

Franz, Franz, what's wrong?

- What's happened?
- No idea.

Tell us what it is. Tell us. Please

Ilse's dead.

Yes, she's dead.

- Now what?
- We have to get her out of here.

- Who should see to that?
- The least noticeable, Hilde and you.

Right. Petra and I will do it. OK?

- Yes, sounds good.
- Fine. I'll call her now

Petra. It's Hilde. Ilse's dead.
We have to get her out of here.

Can you pick me up from here?

Hello. Good evening.
I'd like to speak to Edgar.

Edgar, it's Paul. Sorry to call so late,
but it's very important.

We need to meet
as soon as possible.

It's about getting the papers stamped.

I suggest we meet at the Yaki.

Yes. At three.

Hello, Hilde. It's Edgar.

H G U J B

Mrs Gast, there's a man here
who won't go away.

- Edgar?
- Susanne.

You can go, Mr Müller.

Susanne...

Paul is dead.

Paul is dead, Rudolf.
They shot him!

They shot him down like an animal.
We have to get out of here.

We have to go underground, Rudolf.
You have to get out of here.

There's no going back.

- Where do you think you're going?
- To hell!

Are you crazy!
Come on, we've got to get out of here.

- I can't take anymore.
- We've got to get out of here.

- What's wrong?
- This is my husband. He's ill.

I'm taking him home.

Paul!

August. Come in.

Do you know where Paul is?
He should be here by now.

Paul's dead.

Really?

They shot him down
in this Japanese restaurant.

There was no warning at all,
according to Edgar.

So, it's all behind him, then.
I almost envy him.

No pain. No more fear.

No more despairing
about when this longing will end.

This longing that we are taught
is happiness.

Don't get depressed, Hilde.
Life goes on.

Do you know
if Paul left his notebook here.

- No, he always kept it with him.
- Shit. That's what I thought.

So now we're into Operation Monopoly.

Here are the papers for you and Petra.
And the rental agreement.

Rudolf's now in the south of the city.

He needed a new place
because Franz has joined the group.

He's a valuable addition to the group,
don't you think?

Look at me, Hilde. Please.

That's better. And now smile.

Smile. Try to smile, please.

You see. You can do it.

Now hurry,
and don't forget to tell Petra. I'm off.

Take care. I'll be in touch.

Marianne Klein.

Marianne Klein.

My name is Marianne Klein.

Marianne Klein.

"Slave seeks master to train me as his dog.
I have no ties and am willing to sacrifice

everything to do exactly what you want.
Always crying! Don't cry, Sascha.

Here again next Thursday at 4pm.
I'll get the other stuff tomorrow.

Every true sadist will immediately
recognise me as a slave.
Let's get you straight to bed.

A slave that's ever willing to sacrifice himself, whatever the consequences."
Right. Edgar, don't cry.

Message in the men's toilets at Bahnhof Zoo,
You have to calm down.

cubicle on the right, West Berlin, 26.12.1978
Let's practise saying the names.

So, what's your name?

My name is David Grünbaum.

I was born in Berlin
on 17th February 1948.

I'm married with one child.
I'm a bookseller.

Right. Get yourself changed
and practice it again.

Come on now, Sascha!

My name is...
My name is David Grünbaum.

I was born in Berlin
on 17th February 1948.

I'm married with one child.
I'm a bookseller.

Again!

My name's David Grünbaum.

I was born in Berlin on 17th February
1948. What are you called?

My name's Sarah Grünbaum.
Maiden name, Stiefel.

I was born in Königsberg
on 25th December 1950.

I'm married with one child,
a housewife.

- My name's David Grünbaum.
- My name's Sarah Grünbaum.

Born in Berlin on 17th February 1948.
Married, one child.

My name's Sarah Grünbaum.
Maiden name, Stiefel.

I was born in Königsberg
on 25th December 1950.

- My name is David Grünbaum.
- ...housewife

- ...born on 25th December 1950
- My name is David Grünbaum.

...17th February 1948, married, one child.
- ...Stiefel.

- ...married.
- My name's David Grünbaum. Born...

- ...married, one child.
- ...Berlin. Married, one child.

That's a plate. Saucer!

Glass. Coffee cup.

Wine.

That's the boiler.
Hot water and cold water.

Herbal tea.

Oven glove.
Fridge. Unfortunately, empty.

Have a festive cookie, Inspector.
They're from my mother.

And that's the fuse box, Inspector.

- I can see that! Good grief!
- Of course, Inspector.

Syringes, Inspector.

The heroin stuff -
is it Ilse Hoffman's?

- Yes.
- Also dead.

Put that with the other things.

- Bounty?
- Most kind of you. Thank you.

You don't have an address?
Nothing at all to help me find one of them.

- No. I wasn't included in the group!
- No.

You know that!
How do you know that?

"How do you know that?"
It's my job to know everything.

Of course.
It's your job to know everything.

That's Ilse's room!

It was Ilse's room, Mr von Stein.

Of course. I'm sorry.
I forget that she's not with us.

- Of course, it was Ilse's room.
- Two pieces of evidence...

- What are you doing with Franz's cap?
- Put it with the other things, please.

You can't simply take a cap away
from there!

Inspector, you can't take a cap!

You can't do that! It was just in there
and it's been taken.

A cap, in there with Franz's gloves.
Taken just like that!

You're being as difficult
about this cap as Edgar's grandfather!

Of course I'm as difficult
about the cap as Edgar's grandfather

I'm as difficult
about the cap as Edgar's grandfather

- I'm as difficult...
- Darts.

Darts. Where will I get darts?
Here are some!

I'm as difficult as Edgar's...
So you know Edgar? You know Edgar?

- Edgar's my son.
- Edgar's your son.

- And my father is Edgar's grandfather.
- And your father is Edgar's grandfather.

- And he's as difficult as you.
- And he's as difficult as me.

You are Edgar's father.

And... You are Edgar's father and...

Your father is Edgar's grandfather...

- ...and he's as difficult as me.
- Wait a minute.

He's Edgar's father and Edgar's father
is his grandfather.

No! Edgar's father...
He is Edgar's father and Edgar's father...

- Bernhard!
- Yes!

- Please do something useful.
- Something useful.

- Get me the darts.
- The darts. The dart game.

- Think really hard!
- Yes.

You'll remember one of the addresses.
Susanne's, for example.

Susanne's... I don't have any addresses.
That's the problem

- ... as difficult as Edgar's grandfather.
- ...as Edgar's grandfather.

But I don't know any of their addresses.
I only know my own.

Be quiet!

- My name's Sarah Grünbaum.
- My name's David Grünbaum.

I was born in Berlin
on 17th February 1948.

Married, one child.
My name is...

Susanne. I think someone betrayed
Paul. Someone betrayed him!

- They betrayed him!
- It's all right.

- My name's David Grünbaum.
- Sarah Grünbaum. Maiden name, Stiefel.

I was born on 17th February 1948.

- Married. One child. Bookseller.
- Married. One child. Housewife.

There's nothing here. Look!

There's nothing here.
You can sniff around all you like.

There's nothing here.
You won't find anything!

- Were you shouting at me?
- I wasn't shouting at you. I was shouting.

- The person who shouts is wrong.
- Yes, I know.

- That's a platitude! A platitude!
- It's a people's proverb.

If you get to my age, you'll realise
the people are always right.

If you get to be my age.
An address book.

Very clever. Very clever. Address book.
It says so on the cover!

- Inspector?
- Yes.

- You are Edgar's father.
- I am Edgar's father.

And your father is Edgar's grandfather.

My father is Edgar's grandfather.

And Edgar's grandfather
knows Edgar's address.

And Edgar's grandfather
knows Edgar's address.

But he won't give it to me
because he's as difficult as you!

Stollen! Stollen. It's delicious Stollen.

It's a delicious Stollen.
A Stollen with icing sugar.

A Stollen made with currants.
A Stollen made with real butter.

A Stollen from my mother.

- Inspector Gast?
- Yes

I've found a cassette recorder
and also a tape.

- That's very interesting.
- It's a music tape. Just normal music.

- Have a look at the books.
- Yes, sir.

Books. Yes, that's what you're good at -
taking books. And music.

Music and books and caps!
Caps and books and music.

You can hear for yourself.
Music, perfectly normal music.

You have to leave it to us
to decide what we need to look at.

- Of course.
- I'll give this to you.

Take what you want. Take this cap,
spoons, Milky Way, typewriter, paper.

- Posters...
- Mr von Stein!

Yes!

Is it OK if we use the typewriter?

- Of course! Use it.
- OK, carry on.

Use everything. Please use it all. An
ashtray. Here, take all the numbers!

- Take all the numbers!
- ...used.

The palm!
Why don't you arrest me!

And the blind.
Have you taken a blind?

Or here, books.

What have you got to say about that?

- Nothing. Nothing at all.
- ...Ministry of the Interior...

There's nothing in it!

Oh, why don't you take the Stollen.
I bought it, but it was expensive.

- Expensive!
- ... number 300.

- Oh, the video recorder.
- Of course. Our video recorder.

The mandatory video recorder.

Why "mandatory"?
What's that supposed to mean?

- What should I put?
- Just put "a game, five silver spheres"

Micha Wollf. Born on 3rd February 1948.
Bavaria. Single.

- Petra.
- Michaele Angela Martinez.

Born 12th November 1946
in Santiago, Chile.

Hilde.

Marianne Klein. Born on 12th February
1947 in Saarbrücken. Divorced.

Franz

Oskar Mazerath. Born on 17th June
1946 in Cologne. Divorced.

- What are you called?
- Louis Celine from Lothringen.

- Will that do?
- I was just asking.

Fine. On the whole it all sounds good,
but our next problem is we need money.

- Money?
- Where can we get money?

- Why would you of all people ask that?
- Why me?

My God. Think about it.

Oh... you mean...

But of course. That's great!

Of course, it's great.

Life is so easy.

Exactly. We'll get it all from the bank
with a little force. Shall I make the lots?

- Yes, let's get started.
- We'll target Petra's husband's bank.

- Then one of us knows the way round.
- If you think that's best.

Believe me, it is.

We'll draw lots for two others
to do it with you.

Very sensible.
What do you think, Rudolf?

So sensible that I don't understand
why you're taking so long talking over it.

Do you feel the same?

Every time I think of Paul
it makes me feel uneasy.

- Don't talk about Paul!
- I have to!

I can't help it. I'm almost certain
someone betrayed him.

- Who?
- It's obvious.

- Think about it.
- Oh, do you think so?

If that's true...

Why are you all looking at me like that?
Don't stare at me.

Actually, I don't think Franz
had anything to do with it.

Let's draw lots. I've got a blank again!

- I've got a cross.
- So have I.

Right. Petra, Franz and Hilde
will do the bank.

This one will be useful but...
we must do something symbolic.

- What do you mean?
- Something exciting, spectacular.

We could blow up an important building.

- The Memorial church.
- What about the television tower?

- The Schöneberg town hall.
- That's the one!

That's fantastic! Fantastic!
I want to do that one.

- Please let me do it. On my own.
- If you really want to.

- Franz will make you a nice big bomb.
- Sure, if you want.

Hello. Yes... of course.

- Who was it?
- The post office.

Is that you, Petra?

Petra, is that you?

Petra, is that you?

This is a hold-up. Stay calm!
Do exactly as I say!

Stand over there by the wall.
Hands above your heads.

- Go on. Do it.
- Do it, Petra.

- Is everything OK?
- Yes.

Hurry! There's no time.

OK. Ready!

Don't move for three minutes
or we'll shoot the manager.

- Damn. I can't get this thing open!
- No point without the combination

Petra.

I can show you
Edgar and Susanne's room.

Look, that's their room.
My great-grandson's cot is still in there.

That's Edgar's son, you know.

Yes, but I asked you for Edgar's address.

- Your name's von Stein, isn't it?
- Yes, but...

- So you're an aristocrat.
- Yes, but...

- What?
- Nothing. It doesn't mean much.

That's Edgar's mother.

She occasionally comes to life
and moves about on her own.

But she's usually in her own little world

I've always wanted to be aristocratic
ever since I was a child.

A baron or a lord.

You can have my title.

Doesn't aristocracy
mean anything to you at all?

- No, nothing at all.
- People have some strange ideas

I thought because Edgar
got on so well with you...

- Yes, he did.
- So I thought he would have given you...

Look, this is the piano where he always
sat composing for hours on end.

So...

I don't have the address.
You're picking on me, just like my son!

- This is Mr von Stein.
- Bernhard von Stein. How do you do?

- I really don't like chocolates.
- Don't take her the wrong way.

She's a bit strange,
but she's been like that for ages.

Don't take any notice.

This is another of Edgar's compositions.

I think he could
have been a great composer.

But I have no idea about it - about music.

Take your time, have a look at it.
I'll be back in a minute.

- Do you know when Stresemann died?
- No.

Oh, of course. He was over 37.

I'm getting so forgetful.
Forgive me

Stresemann?

Stresemann 37.

- So Edgar and I...
- Won't you ever get it? I'm not Edgar!

Don't shout like that.
That's the dangerous thing!

Rubbish. No one will suspect us
with the baby.

What idiot would go into hiding with a
baby. It's the best possible disguise.

You don't need to shout.
David and I...

We're pretty sure...

...that the thing with Paul
wasn't totally above board.

To put it bluntly,
we think someone betrayed Paul.

We talked about that too, of course

I can't prove anything.
It's just a suspicion at the moment.

So we'll have to be much more careful
from now on.

Yes, we have to be as careful
as we can.

We've got a plan.

We're thinking about kidnapping
Susanne's former boss, PJ Lurz.

You plan to kidnap PJ Lurz?

Yes, I've got the exact details
of his schedule.

Of course.

- I don't see what the point of it is.
- The point?

We demand the release of all political
prisoners in the Democratic Republic.

- All of them?
- Yes, but...

- What do you mean, 'but'?
- Well, I just mean... why?

Why? Why?
Because that's what you do.

Right. It's normal.

- That's right.
- Of course, it's right.

That's what I said.

That's why you're here.
We want you to help us.

And we don't want anyone else
to know about this plan.

- I understand.
- Right.

It's obvious we'll help, isn't it?

- Of course.
- Good.

- Who can that be?
- No idea, shall I go and see?

No, I'll get it.

- August.
- Hello.

- We weren't expecting you.
- Hello, August.

Hello. We've done a little bank robbery.
I wanted to give you your share.

Oh, so you're all here, too.

We just popped in.
We wanted to say hello.

Of course, of course. Here's the money.

- I'm just visiting, of course.
- I must be off. I'll be in touch.

"Mac Killroy was here"

Men's toilet in the restaurant Terzo Mundo,

Grohlmannstrasse near Saginyplatz,
West Berlin, 20.02.1979

Moritzplatz, last stop in West-Berlin.
Last stop in West-Berlin.

Please stand back.

A beer.

What do you think of this?

It's a sign of cynicism
that you want to meet here.

Not at all.
It's just being sensible about it.

There's no safer place in Berlin
at the moment.

It's cynical, nonetheless.

It couldn't have gone better.
No one suspects anything

I'll pour it myself.

Everything takes time,
even art, if you know what I mean.

Have you got the money on you?

Thank you.

- Hello, Franz.
- Hello, August.

Have you got the bomb?

- Yes.
- God, be careful!

- It's been defused.
- Oh, OK.

- What does Petra have to do exactly?
- She just has to set the timer.

She has five minutes to get out of there.

By the way, Ilse's been found
and buried already.

- Where?
- Jerusalem cemetery.

Can I use the phone?

The nigger should be
at Jerusalem cemetery in half an hour

and Petra's bomb will go off at 12:05
in the Schöneberg town hall.

Franz, stop! Franz.

You can't go to Ilse's grave,
do you hear?

Franz. I've been watching them.
It's all a set-up.

It's all a set-up Franz.

August and Lurz.

If you go, they'll arrest you.

Franz. Can't you hear me?
They'll arrest you.

If you go on, I'll shoot.

Let me be.

Hands above your head!

- At last!
- Was as fast as I could be. The bomb.

You need to activate it.
Set it for 12:05. Up by the window.

Go!

Get out, Lurz! Get out!
Come on. Get out!

Hurry up. Come on. Hurry up!

Go!

Hands above your head!

Why were you at Ilse's grave
at that very moment?

- By chance, Inspector.
- But you were a friend of Walsch?

And you were at the cemetery
by chance when your friend popped up?

- Yes, just by chance.
- Mr von Stein!

Mr Stein, you were not there by chance!

- No.
- So?

- I... I followed him.
- Oh, really?

But you insisted you didn't know where
your friends lived.

- It was true at the time.
- And now you have their addresses?

Yes, I... I followed August
and he met Franz, so I followed him.

- Where did you follow August from?
- I saw him in the street.

You're lying again.
You do have the address.

You won't gain
anything by keeping quiet, Mr von Stein.

You know the address.
I know you do!

- Is it Susanne's new address?
- I don't have any addresses!

- You dirty little liar!
- I don't have it!

All right. You will talk.

We have ways of making you talk
that you can't even imagine.

You'll talk, believe me.

- It's all a very dirty business.
- What do you mean?

I witnessed a meeting
between August and PJ Lurz.

He paid him for it. He's responsible
for what the others are doing.

You're crazy.

- How do you know this PJ Lurz?
- My father knows him through business.

You've got a vivid imagination,
Mr von Stein.

It's pure fantasy.

- Go on.
- But it's the truth. It's the truth.

- Careful, the banister's rotten.
- No!

- Would you like some too, Mr Lurz?
- Thank you. That's very kind.

Come on, get a move on.

I can't get this bloody thing
to work properly.

- I thought you were the expert.
- I've never said that.

What the hell! Hurry up!

What are you on about?
You do it then!

Stop shouting at each other.

Will you stop bossing us around
like the school teacher!

I only said what needed saying.

I won't say another word
if that's the way you want it.

OK. Can we rehearse the text again,
Mr Lurz?

My name is PJ Lurz.

Today is Tuesday 27 February 1979,
the last day of carnival madness.

I'm being held prisoner in the name
of the people, for the good of the people.

- Thank you.
- Is it working now?

I'll try it again.
I don't know if it's working.

Get out of shot! And you!

Yes, I mean you.

The lettering is too big.
You'll have to do it again.

You could have thought of that earlier!

What! We all have to try things out,
you know!

My God! Can you turn on that thing
with the animal noises?

- Right. Shall we try it again, Mr Lurz?
- My name is PJ Lurz.

Today is Tuesday 27 February 1979.

The last day of carnival madness

I'm being held prisoner in the name
of the people, for the good of the people.

Is it OK like that? Are you happy with it?

- Is the writing the right size now?
- The writing's fine.

Mr Lurz, can you speak a bit louder
when the tape's playing?

Let's try it again.

Move a bit more to the left.
A bit, a bit, a bit! Yes, stay like that.

Please stay like that, Mr Lurz.
Don't move.

I need to test it all again.
Will you get out of shot back there!

Turn the animal noises on.

Mr Lurz.

My name is PJ Lurz.
Today is Tuesday 27 February 1979.

The last day of carnival madness.

I am being held prisoner in the name
of the people, for the good of the people.

And again.
Make it a little louder this time, please.

My name is PJ Lurz.

Today is Tuesday 27 February 1979.

The last day of carnival madness.

I am being held prisoner in the name
of the people, for the good of the people.

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