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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1975

THE LOST HONOR OF KATHARINA BLUM

Hello, Katharina?

What a racket.

Hans is so drunk,
we had to put him to bed.

And Klaus is on detail.

We've come here to try
and pick up someone else.

You nun... Don't be so proper!

See you.

Let's take him with us.

Going to a party?

Want to come to a party?

If I meet your expectations,

and without a costume.

We'll get you a fake nose.

-Where are we going?
-To a distant relative's.

To Aunt Else.

We're from the same hometown.
-Nice aunt.

Don't touch me.

We'll see.

Not so fast, man!

Shit.

Sheik Karl von Kuwait and his harem.

-I need a napkin.
-What for?

-A bottle of wine fell.
-Red or white wine?

Red wine.

Just use salt.

This is pepper.

Who's that beauty?

My cousin, Katharina Blum.

The nun, eh?

Everybody's feeling good.

Occupied! They went right
on to first name terms.

There was no encounter.
That was a reunion.

Occupied!

Woltersheim Else,
Mergentheimerstr. 3,

telephone 349462.

Blum, Katharina.
Address still unknown.

I'll call back. Over.

Talking to yourself?

Just telling myself
a couple of new jokes.

Feeling better now?

You girls are pretty tasty.

Not so prudish, eh?

You might need a little grease job.

Good evening, Mr. D.A.
Beizmenne speaking.

Were you having dinner?

I need to continue
the emergency service.

Two this time. "Escape danger."

Woltersheim, Else,
and Blum, Katharina.

Thank you, sir. good night.

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1975

CARNIVAL NIGHT

Attention! Attention!

Official police action.

Who are you?

Get against the wall.

Do not resist.

Don't put up any resistance.

Where is he?

Nobody here, boss.

Where is he?

He's gone.

Impossible.

Why?

We've watched the house
since last night.

If he's not here, he can't be far.

We'll get him.

If you want him to be able to walk,
better tell us where he is.

He can't have vanished into thin air.

Look for weapons everywhere.

How do you know he was here?

You admit you gave him shelter!

When did he leave?

When I woke up,
Ludwig had already left.

- Without a good-bye?
-Yes.

Did he fuck you?

I wouldn't use that word.

We know each other.

I've seen you somewhere before.

Yes, I work for the Blornas.

Please get dressed.

It looks bad when
you're parading half naked

in front of your employees.

I'm not parading. I'm at home.

Mrs. Blum, please.

Watch out!

Sorry.

Please get dressed!

Don't be so nervous.

Give me that.

Snipers dismissed!

Get yourself something to wear.

He slipped through your fingers again.

Moeding!

Come on.

The door stays open.

I don't understand.
What's my crime?

Take your clothes off.

What did Ludwig do?

The D.A. will explain.

Bend over.

You've fixed up your bathroom
real nice.

Four batteries,

an alarm clock,

two reels of wire
and various tools.

A short blond wig.

Books: two romances,
three crime stories,

a biography of Napoleon,

and a biography of Queen Christina,
all from a book club.

Typically bourgeois literature.

Nothing else? No weapons?

We found this note in a crime novel.

No other clues for the time being.

What use it is to you?

"I am a bad, conscienceless,
godless man,

but gold is revered,
and so is its owner.

The divine strength of gold
lies in its being

the estranged, alienated

and self-alienating essence of Man.

It is the alienated property of Men."

Sit down here.

Did Goetten write that?

No, it has nothing to do with Ludwig.

God is revered, and so is its owner!

Written by a bank robber,
it makes sense.

It's by Karl Marx!

Probably the early writings.

So you've read Marx?

No.

Is that your handwriting?

Father Urbanus, a Dominican,
wrote it down for me.

You can check.
Hohenblumenberg Convent.

You mean you know Marx
through the Dominicans?

You chose the wrong order.

The police request all
occupants of the house

to supply any information they can.

Please report anything suspicious
to the commissioner.

The duty of the press is
to inform the public.

Take this down: the D.A. speaking.

We're dealing here
with one or several terrorists

acting in cold blood
with little regard for human life.

Thankyou, Mr. D.A.

Sucker!

You were on first-name terms?

Yes.

Without knowing him?

Yes.

Didn't Hertha Scheumel
call before the party?

Yes.

Why?

They asked if they could
bring someone.

Did they say whom?

No, she didn't know then.

She wanted to make a pickup
at Cafe Polkt.

And you sent your Goetten?

Right after this call,
Goetten comes on

to that easily recognizable little blonde
who was all dressed up.

This sophisticated trick allows Blum
to introduce Goetten into the party

at her aunt's place
without arousing suspicion.

There she gave up
even trying to cover up.

As soon as he arrived,
both danced intimately.

I did dance with Ludwig,
but the rest isn't true.

Do you often dance with strangers?

No.

You made an exception for Goetten?

You, the one who never dances.

I've danced before.

With Mr. Blorna and his acquaintances �

lots of politicians and businessmen �

when I helped out evenings at parties.

After I got my own car,

I turned down those invitations.

Why?

Because the men were often drunk

and made advances on me.

Before that, I had to be driven home.

I danced with this man
a couple of times.

We won't get personal, Mrs. Blum.

Just answer the questions
that are put to you.

Goetten's advances
didn't bother you?

Ludwig didn't make advances.
He was tender.

Same thing.

It is not.

Advances are a one�sided action,

and tenderness is quite different.

It comes from both parties.

Who cares about that?

We want to know
if you had an appointment.

I won't sign if you keep
"advances" instead of"tenderness."

All right, "tenderness."

Thank her if this takes forever.

We enjoy listening.

How come last night of all nights
you didn't take your car?

It was safer by bus.
I didn't know how much I'd drink.

You often get drunk?

No. In fact, never.

Pardon.

Once someone got me drunk�
my husband.

You just said you never drink.

So why take the bus?

You know why
you didn't take your car?

You wanted to leave
with Goetten in his Porsche!

I told you.

I felt like getting drunk.

Instead, you split with him.

We know why.

How do you explain �

you who are so proper
that your friends call you "the nun" �

that you throw yourself
into the arms of a stranger

and take him to your room
to have intercourse with him?

What is it?

Love at first sight?

Tenderness?

Advances?

Or just a quick lay?

Want something to eat?

No, thanks.

Don't be like that.

You must be hungry.

We'd like a warm meal ourselves.

It's not as good as yours this morning,

but you didn't finish your breakfast.

No, thanks.

You're only punishing yourself.

As an adult citizen,
you should have understood

the need to interrogate you.

Amazing how people find it hard

to make a distinction
between private and business life.

Come on, young lady, your appetite
will come back once you start to eat.

I'm not a monster.

Can I wait outside, please?

I can also lock you in a cell,

if you can't stand the sight of me.

Yes, please. I'd prefer that.

There are prisoners
in for eight years and more

who are still thankful
for my fairness.

But we can be different.

Pletzer, lock her up.

That hurts!

You don't say.

Looks like someone got sick.

You really don't want anything?

We can send out for something
and bill you for it.

It's on me.
I'm going to the caf� anyway.

No sense of humor.

All those in contact with the fugitive

until he entered the cafe Polkt

have been checked out.

A bartender who served him a beer,

and two girls he danced with.

We'll question them.

We've got their names:
Hertha Scheumel and Claudia something.

No, not the girls he danced with.

Did he talk to other girls, too?

A gas station attendant,
a cigar store salesman,

a bank clerk who changed
700 U.S. dollars for him,

probably from a bank robbery.

Numbers are being checked
in Washington.

All of these have been
positively identified

as chance meetings,
not as planned contacts.

Not one word
exchanged between them

suggests anything like a code.

Yes, gentlemen.

We are mystified.

Goetten was under constant
surveillance for 36 hours.

He took advantage
of the carnival to get away.

Shouldn't we try
to arrest this sheik

and investigate
his highly obscure role?

After all, he's the one
who introduced him at the party.

Didn't it occur to you
that we deliberately left him out?

He's one of our men.

Why wasn't he arrested,
if you had him under surveillance?

All of the inspector's moves

have been approved
by Internal Security in Bonn.

Just a moment.

You think she's innocent, Moeding?

I see it the other way around.

I'd have taken her to my place.

And?

The morning after, she'd tell me

the police were after her.

You'd turn her in.

I probably would.

But I suppose
an average man would not.

Not everyone works for the police.

Anyone who thinks like that

doesn't belong in the force, Moeding.

Mrs. Blum?

Mrs. Blum is in the county hospital.

My name is Toetges.
We're investigating for The Paper.

Her daughter Katharina...
she has no other relatives?

There's a younger brother, Kurtchen.
He is in jail.

Interesting. What for?

I don't know.

And the mother?

Not surprising,
with that little bastard.

The husband came back
from the war a wreck,just to die.

All the better for him.

Ask the reverend
what happened in the sacristy.

Come on!

We still have some time left.

Sad...sad...sad...

A waitress may
look like a whore,

but she shouldn't be one.

I need that.
I have stomach trouble.

Soup.

You must eat soup, Schoenni.

And Katharina Blum �

was she a whore?

Her? No!

Stiff as a board.
You couldn't even pinch her ass.

Too square and too shy.

And then she fell
for the first one who laid her.

He married her. Brettloh.

This one.

Third from the right. He is �

pardon the expression �
a genuine ass-kisser.

Wilhem, you're going to be
in the papers!

Brettloh, Wilhelm.

Toetges. We're from The Paper.

We're here on account of Katharina.

So you're the husband.

I was.

I'm sure you can tell us a lot.

Dial.

Ladies, care for a hump with me?

Give me the editorial staff.

Looks like a sex desert here.
Perhaps we can get laid.

"Damning reputation
throughout the village.

The ex-husband, an honest working man,
Wilhelm Brettloh,

who divorced Blum
on grounds of desertion,

told us, barely
holding back his tears:

'I know at last
why she ran out on me.

Our humble happiness
wasn't enough for her.

She wanted to get up in the world,

and how could a modest
working man ever get a Porsche?

Give my advice to the readers
of The Paper."'

Just a minute! Coming!

"'This is where false ideas
of Socialism are bound to lead.

I ask you and your readers:

How does a housekeeper
come by that wealth?

It couldn't have been honestly."'

Oh, dear,just a moment.

Hello.

It happens.

Sports.

Tell me, would you say
your housekeeper

was capable of committing a crime?

What do you mean?

Everyone is capable
of committing a crime.

- Interesting.
- So are you.

- Aren't you Blorna, the attorney?
- Yes.

I'm from the Austrian bureau
of The Paper.

Katharina Blum has been arrested

in that sweep against anarchists.

Katharina arrested? Impossible.

It's not that bad.

They'll probably let her
run around for a while.

- Who?
- Katharina.

Could you tell me more about her?

It's a misunderstanding.

If you refuse, it'll look bad
and could be misinterpreted.

To keep silent in such a case�

this is a front-page story�

could only have bad implications.

Katharina is
a very bright, sensible girl.

Did you ever notice
her political opinions?

Or do you yourself
sympathize with...

That's enough.

Weren't you reluctant
to hire someone like her?

You keep client files at your house.

Couldn't she have a look at them?

What are you suggesting?

According to our sources,
Dr. Straeubleder is your partner.

No, I'm the counsel for the corporation
of which he is the main stockholder.

We are on vacation. Good-bye!

Thankyou. That will do.

I don't know.

"I don't know" means
I'm not authorized to say anything.

We know the place is a hide-out,

and Blum gave shelter
not only to Goetten,

but possibly to others as well.

Our staff has collected
valuable background material.

Did you know that the Blum girl

has had a gentleman friend
for two years?

The nun!

Just an hour or so.

What kind of man is her employer,
this Blorna?

Did you dig up anything?

Yes, another "coincidence":

The moment the young man appeared,
Blorna happened to go on vacation.

His wife, an architect.

In student days she was known as
"Trudy the Red."

Not for her opinions,
but for the color of her hair.

Mrs. Blum, to interrogation.

Wait here a minute.

Mrs. Schwill!

Mr. Ruhwiedel.

Rather good-looking.
Obviously a high-class gentleman.

I wouldn't say that.

I would.

Might those visitors
have been the men

who sometimes
drove you home after parties?

Is it forbidden to have
gentlemen friends?

Mrs. Blum, is it clear to you

that this is a very serious case

with many implications
that have kept the police

and D.A.'s office busy for over a year?

May I ask you:

Are your gentlemen friends �
since you admit they exist �

No.

Are there many, or just one?

One.

So you've known him for two years!

No.

I only met Ludwig yesterday.

Then who was it?

Who was your gentleman friend?

He has nothing to do with Ludwig.

Get out of here!

Unbelievable. They're still working.

Do you recognize this ring?

Yes.

Is it yours?

Yes.

Do you know its value?

It can't be much.

We had it appraised
by a jeweler in the city,

to be fair to you.

This ring is worth
eight to ten thousand marks.

How much?

Eight to ten thousand.

It was a gift.

A gift? From whom? What for?

And this letter,
found in your bedside table,

was postmarked February 2 at 6 p.m.
in Duesseldorf with your address:

Mrs. K. Blum, Hochkeppelstr. 7,
Cologne 1.

Who sent it, if not Goetten?

He has nothing to do with Ludwig.

Nothing wrong with having a friend.

You're divorced. You've no ties.

And it's no crime
that you take advantage of it.

Eight to ten thousand.

May I go back to my cell?

I have nothing more to say.

Interrogation ended at 9:40 p.m.

Two cups of tea and a piece of cake
were brought to the detainee,

who accepted and paid for them.

Shouldn't we let her sleep at home?

I think it best to let her loose.

Perhaps he'll get in touch with her.

Shouldn't we lock her up
for her own safety?

You can sleep at home.

We can't expose her to any danger.

In love, Moeding?

Inspector, Bonn!

You can take her home.

In case you're free tomorrow night.

Thank you very much, Mr. D.A.

How did your tender Ludwig
leave the house?

All exits were watched.

You must have shown him a way out.

But I'll find him,
and if there is any shooting,

it's obvious who'll get it.
Good night!

Your name is Katharina?

Andyours?

Ludwig.

I haven't called a man
by his first name in ages.

How long?

Four years.

No, five.

Of course, there are fellow workers
I call by their first names.

I'm not a fellow worker.

I know.

I'm so happy, and a little scared.

Scared? Of what?

If I knew, I wouldn't be scared.

I was married once,
and it didn't turn out well.

Let's leave soon.

Yes? Ludwig?

Yes, this is Katharina Blum.

You horny bitch.

Is your pussy ready?

Will you give me a blowjob?
Will you give me a handjob?

You horny slut.

You pig.

"Must I force happiness upon you?

I'm warning you. Your neighbor."

Drunk.

Are you okay?

Were you following me in your car?

You won't lose us that easy.

Two beers.

I almost had an accident.

What are you scared of?
Aren't you innocent?

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1975

"Was her apartment
the seat of conspiracy,

a mob hideout, a weapon cache?

The ex�husband, an honest
working man, Wilhelm Brettloh,

who divorced Blum
on grounds of desertion,

could barely hold back his tears:

'I know at last
why she ran out on me.

Our humble happiness
wasn't enough for her.

She wanted to get up
in the world,

and how could a candid and modest
working man ever get a Porsche?'

As a warning he added:

'This is where false ideas
of Socialism are bound to lead.

Now I know why I feared her radicalism
and her hatred of the Church.'

Her employer, the notorious
corporation lawyer Blorna,

when asked, told The Paper:

Katharina is ice-cold and calculating,

and I hold her capable
of committing a crime."

I know exactly what I told this guy.

I said, she's bright and sensitive.

It's best if you don't say a thing.

They can't force you.

I like you.

We like you very much.

She doesn't take
this garbage seriously!

Do you know what she said?

"I believe you.
I know now how these pigs work."

That doesn't sound like her.

Do you know if she met him long ago?

She'd never talk about it.

She says he's safe.

She's opening herself up
to prosecution.

That's what I told her.

We have to go back.

Father Urbanus,
I'm sorry about the note,

but I liked the Karl Marx quote
so much that I had to keep it.

I'm not blaming you, my dear.

I know what situation you're in.

But that isn't why I sent for you.

We were afraid
you would be detained longer.

Katharina, thankyou for coming.

It's very foolish of you
to call me here.

You hadn't guessed
that I wanted to see you?

If you had, you wouldn't have come.

I understand and admire you,
Katharina.

I'm sorry that you got
into trouble because ofme.

I'd like to thankyou, Katharina.

I've never doubted
your courage and sensitivity.

I'd like to help you.

Yes, I know.

I have been punished, too.

I love you.

One word from you,
I'd turn myself in

and confess: "Look, it was me.

I bought her the ring.

I'm the gentleman friend."

You'd do that?

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything... that would help you.

It wouldn't help me.

I often waited for you.

I never completely gave up hope

that you'd show up one day
on your own.

But now I see: It was in vain.

So it's better
that I take back the key.

You still have it?

It wasn't found in the search.

You forced me to take it.
I never wanted it.

So you can give it back to me.

Wait!

You don't know
how much it means to me...

Father Urbanus!

Did you suspect
your daughter led a double life?

Why?

How does a mother feel,
faced with that?

Why?

It must have been
a great shock to you.

Why?

Of all people,
no one knows Katharina better.

Mrs. Blum, how do you explain

how your daughter has come to this?
Can you tell me?

Why?

What are you doing
in the intensive care unit?

No visitors allowed!

The woman needs rest.

She'll rest soon enough.

- Man, you can't do that.
- Shut up.

Here come Katharina Blum

and her aunt, Mrs. Woltersheim,
to the Police building.

The seriously-charged young lady
actually seems nice and calm.

According to the D.A.'s press release,

in spite of information received,
Goetten's hiding place

still remains unknown.

Mothers are giving �even sick ones.

- How did you get to the mother?
- I'm an old pro.

"'It had to come to this,'

she whispered in a dying voice."

Did she really say that?

We must help simple people
express themselves.

Mrs. Woltersheim isn't exactly
a blank slate herself.

Her father � his name is Lumm �
she's an illegitimate child �

was a Communist.

In 1 932, he emigrated
to the Soviet Union,

where he disappeared.

Here are interesting photocopies
our staff has provided.

Is he in town? Can we expect news
for the weekend edition?

You won't have to wait long.

Toetges speaking.
I've got news on the Blum case.

Backers in the "GDR" �
in quotation marks, of course.

"Well-informed police circles tell us

that Mrs. Woltersheim
is not a clean slate herself.

Documentary evidence shows

that her father, Peter Lumm,

emigrated to the USSR in '32,
where he disappeared. "

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Don't blame it on the police
if I'm a little rude.

I'm only a man,
and sometimes pretty blunt.

We realize you must investigate
Katharina's role, but �

Mrs. Woltersheim?

Yes.

Please come in.

I wonder if you have a right
to destroy a human being this way.

I don't mean just you,
but the handling of The Paper.

Woltersheim.

I've known Katharina
since she was born.

I see the disease and damage in her.

Because of The Paper?

That's not our concern.

Anyway, freedom of the press
cannot be dealt with lightly.

But freedom and honor
of a man can be.

If you avoid bad company,

you don't give the press
the wrong opportunities.

I won't take that kind of lecture,
especially from a young man.

My colleague's age means nothing.

However, his position as D.A.
means a lot.

In any event, I don't ask my guests

to produce a police record.

Your mother lives in East Germany
and by her own choice.

She seems to prefer their system.

Do many of your guests
think the same way?

Do I have to supply you
with their political profile?

What are you investigating exactly?

Let the state representative decide

what the important
questions are in this case.

Is Katharina Blum's
gentleman friend �

Let's leave aside whether
there's one or many of them �

among your guests, too?

Absolutely not.

Anyway, there's only one person,

and the affair is in very bad taste.

By "bad taste", I don't mean
Katharina, but the visitor.

And who is this visitor?

Since Katharina didn't say,
I won't either.

Do you know him personally?

No.

But you claim to know
all the details of Mrs. Blum's life.

Did you know that, over the past
few years, your Katharina

has traveled over 50,000 miles
all over Germany,

destination unknown?

Don't you feel well?

I went through the archive again,

and I've picked out
some more clippings.

Here, for instance,

they just mention a "Katharina B."
No picture.

How do they know all that?

The value of the ring,

all those lies about gentlemen friends?

That's The Paper.

Is the state unable to protect you
against this garbage?

Not everybody reads The Paper.

All the people I know read The Paper.

- Would you like some tea?
- Please.

Tip me off if she's released.

She's what you're always
looking for and never find.

A real gem.

Well...

how's Ludwig?

I'm not expecting you
to tell me where he is.

It wouldn't fit into your character.

Let's forget what you've done.

Let's assume you don't belong
to Goetten's gang.

Personally, I don't believe that you do.

Let's imagine

Katharina Blum, domestic help,
above all suspicion.

How much do you earn?

1,200 marks at Blorna's.

With extra income I make
1,800 to 2,000 marks.

What extra income?

I said all that yesterday.

That's the point.

We don't understand how,

with this income �

more or less your salary, Moeding �

how can you afford to buy a flat

worth 100,000
to 110,000 marks.

Don't you have any other earnings

or should we admit
the loot of Goetten's robberies

fills the hole in your budget?

I made a down payment of 7,000 marks
for the flat. From savings.

The Blorna's vouched
for a 30,000 loan.

My monthly expenses, including
interest, are about 1,100 marks.

We just want to know
how you make it.

Perhaps we can learn
how to get to own an apartment.

1,100 per month.

Our accountant has established

that we should add
another 150 per month

that you send to your mother.

Regular payments to a company in Kuir
to take care of your father's grave.

Yes, twelve marks.

Then something to your brother
who is serving time.

I send him 10 to 20
for cigarettes and coffee.

He needs them.

Don't you spend anything on clothes?

You don't always dress
as plainly as you did yesterday.

I fix up things
that Mrs. Blorna gives me.

Now I need your help.

I wonder where
these gas bills come from.

I drive to Blorna's every morning.

I drive back in the evening.

I do my errands on foot.

We've measured the distance.

The round trip is six kilometers.

In the evening,
I work at Mr. Hiepertz'.

Eight kilometers to the Hiepertz
home and back.

From time to time,
I visit my aunt, Mrs. Woltersheim.

Four kilometers.

On weekends, I go to a caterer's
or I help out as a waitress

at receptions, parties or weddings.

Often, they're out of town.

Could we say about 30 a week?

A little less.

Thirty.

That comes to 8,000 a year.

You own a Volkswagen,
which you bought secondhand,

according to the contract,
from a Mr. Klommer,

with a mileage of 56,000.

If we add six times 8,000,

it should come to 104,000.

But in fact it shows 162,000.

Now and then she visits
her mother in Gemmelsbroich.

50,000 still remain unaccounted for.

We have the gas bills.

Where did you drive to so often?

What were you spying on?

Whom did you meet and where?

That's right.
I just added it up in my mind.

I never gave a thought
about those expenses.

After work, I often go for a drive.

Mostly when it rains
and when I'm alone.

Sometimes I'm home at 5:00
with nothing to do.

I know so many women

who get drunk alone
in front of their TV.

That scares me.

"Sick mother collapses.

What is Blum hiding?

Are our interrogation methods
too gentle?

Our correspondent managed
to find Blum's sick mother.

She complained bitterly

that her daughter
hadn't visited her for so long.

Truth didn't catch her by surprise.

'It had to come to this,'

she whispered in a dying voice."

Nobody is allowed near her!

Hello.

You filthy pig.

You filthy, cowardly pig!

� Just let me throw that crap away.
� No, I'll read it.

No news from him.

"A good fuck is half the battle."

"This is rather prickly."

"Where Stalin didn't succeed,
you won't either."

"Learn to pray again."

"I'm the best lay.

I'll love you."

"Commie's Whore"

Don't take it seriously.

I'll get rid of all this filth.

Nice and cozy again here.

Now you go to sleep.

Yes, and then I'll go home.

Why don't you stay here?

Good night, Kathe.

Is that you?

Did you find it?
Are you all right?

Is there anything to eat?

Don't worry.
They're leaving me alone.

I know,
but I had to hear your voice.

I like you so much.

I'd like to be near you.

Last night, I almost went to see you.

Don't call anymore. I'll call you.

You told me not to speak of love.

But I still want to tell you

that I'm very fond of you.

Me too... very much.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1 975

This bullshit,

following you everywhere.

I'll throw a bomb in their office.

Is Alfred awake?

I have to speak to you
about Katharina.

Did you come back because of her?

Good morning.
You should be careful.

This Goetten belongs to a gang
of deserters and objectors.

They are undermining
our domestic security.

You sound like The Paper.

What's this got to do
with Katharina?

Haven't you read this crap,
yesterday and today?

The worst slanders
against Trude and me!

Did you come here
to discuss the yellow press?

Don't you want to come in?

You can throw a libel action
against The Paper.

How could they get all that information
if it wasn't from you?

This is not the time or the place
for your accusations.

Are you under surveillance too?

They're here to protect me.

I'll file an inquest to see
if you collaborate with The Paper.

Do what you want.

I work on radical cases five days a week.
I want the weekend off.

What are you doing?

I'm with The Press.

Who are you?

Leave us alone

or I'll whack you in the face!

Go away!

I recognized you right away.
You're the broad's boss.

And this is the house
with the swimming pool.

The coffee is very weak.

Not like Katharina's.

Cut it out.

- I'm not blaming you.
- You couldn't if you wanted to.

With Katharina I could never�
- Never what?

Take her in my arms.

Not out of consideration for you.
- Thanks.

You know what I mean.

But out of consideration for her.

She's so damned vulnerable.

I don't think Alois noticed that.

What's Alois got to do with it?

Didn't it occur to you
that he's the gentleman friend?

I think he's irresistible.

I know that from experience.

If it turns out it was Alois,
I'll punch him in the jaw.

Help yourself.
He just drove up.

Come in.

Good morning, Trude.

Hello, gentleman friend!

I suppose Trude was right.

I'm not sure
that's in very good taste.

Good taste would be to be
your wife's gentleman friend.

The heat isn't on yet.

Do everything you can
to find Katharina.

I'm sorry you couldn't
get here earlier.

I can't do anything about The Paper.

Lueding is in charge of that.
I don't want my name to appear.

Didn't you speak to Lueding?

You don't seem to be in the loop!
- I've no idea.

That's weird, considering
I happen to be your client.

Why didn't you come by plane?
- Because of the fog.

- So you don't know where she is?
- No.

Do you?

Katharina called Toetges an hour ago.

To offer him an exclusive interview.

So what? You said Lueding
is controlling The Paper.

There are other papers
besides The Paper.

Toetges can sell his articles
through patsies.

I have nothing
against making headlines,

except in connection
with anarchists.

Why didn't you think of that
before your "visits"?

At the worst, an affair might
get me into trouble at home,

not in public.

We do live in a free country.

Hubert.

Talk her out of this interview.

The worst hasn't come out yet

in the interrogations or in the press.

Six months ago,
I made Katharina take the key

to our place

in the country.

I guess I was sentimental.

I do love the girl.

But you won't help her
with The Paper.

You can't help her. You can help me.
She won't let you help her!

God damn it, Hubert.

You still don't understand.

I'm sure she gave the key
to this guy

and he's hiding at my place now.

It's a good hideout.

Why don't you call the police?

An anarchist in my house!

He has to go!

I thought you might drive out there,
as my lawyer.

To see if the crocuses are out?

Do you really think that's a good idea?

Those Paper bastards must be
watching me every minute.

If my name is printed
in connection with this gang,

I'm through.

You shouldn't get too involved
now on Katharina's behalf

just because of your
misplaced feelings.

I'm not saying that for my benefit,
but yours.

Sorry, Alois.

Then we'll have to part ways.

Two picture frames
with family portraits,

a pair of sandals,

toiletries in a plastic bag.

Clothes are in the suitcase
with an inventory.

Valuables:
two wedding rings, a pin,

and 32 marks and 50 pennies
in cash.

Do you like it?

Thank you.

If this reporter actually
was in her room, I'll sue him.

But I think it's impossible
that he had the nerve to do it.

I'll go to court.

I'll notify the Medical Association.

We can't prove
it had a harmful effect,

but we can't exclude it either.

The operation had been successful,

and your mother
was on the road to recovery.

These people are murderers.
All of them.

It's their very business to rob
innocent people of their honor,

often to take their lives.

Otherwise nobody would buy
their papers.

Are you a Marxist?

Just a moment, please.

Your mother is being prepared.

I would like to be there.

Maria and Teresa, our two helpers.

-Are you her daughter?
-Yes.

Thank you for everything.

Mother...

The villa's owner, a wellknown
executive and university professor,

is also a major Party official.

It is not yet clear yet how Goetten

could have broken into
this well-protected place.

The owner,
Professor Straeubleder,

has withdrawn in meditation
for the carnival period.

The house is surrounded by hills,
like perfect watchtowers.

Special troops were flown in
by choppers during the night,

out of earshot,

and went into action.

We waited for Goetten
to make contact.

It was essential to find out
whom he was trying to contact.

Our success here has proven
that it was a risk worth taking.

Excuse me.

Where is Ludwig?
What happened?

We've already removed him.
He's fine.

Just a bullet wound in the thigh.

What are you doing here?

All we know is he's a deserter
from the Bundeswehr.

He damaged this blessed
institution materially,

not only morally.

He never robbed a bank.

He helped himself to the pay
of two regiments.

Actually, it's all my fault.

This is the blueprint for the heating

and plumbing system
of Katharina's building.

It was on the wall in our bedroom.

It fascinated Katharina.

I told her exactly
how high the passages are,

where you can stand up straight,
where you have to duck

in order to fix pipes or wires...

Katharina, won't you sit down?

Today, we are going to spoil you.

I don't want to trivialize anything,
but what exactly happened?

You've been interrogated.

So have we all. The Paper
smeared the usual crap on us.

They only spared me,

perhaps just because
I'm an old Nazi.

You can stay at my place
if you don't want to go home.

Here's my key.

I'm going to live
with Else anyway.

Life goes on.

So, Katharina...

How long will Ludwig get?

With this hysteria,
I figure eight to ten years.

You really love him?

Why this interview,
now that it's all over?

Let me cancel it.

No, I want to see Toetges.

I want to know
what such a man looks like.

You don't know his tricks.
He'll fool you again.

At least let me come along.

I'd prefer to do it alone.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1 975

GOETTEN CAUGHT

MOTHER DEAD: FIRST VICTIM
OF ANARCHIST PARAMOUR

Hey, Katharina, is that you?

Let's have a beer for breakfast.

Look over there.
It's the Blum girl.

You're in The Paper every day!

We're saving the clippings.

I didn't think she'd look like that.

She's an anarchist!

How about a quickie?

She belongs in the gas chamber.

Cheers!

See, Blum, you're famous now.

All that mail, even on Sunday!

You can thank me for all that.

Special delivery, telegrams,

by messenger.

Just wait.

You can make a lot of money
on your name.

The story is still hot news,
but we must keep plugging it

or people will forget about you.

First an exclusive interview
for a weekly magazine.

You're news.
You have to exploit that.

This is for the story
on Straeubleder,

that business with the key.

They'll take care
of the gentleman!

We'll club him over the head.

Be a little more tolerant.

You're not blaming me
for that Paper coverage?

They treated you a little rough.

You're not mad at me?

I'll get through it and so will you.

I often get furious with the editors.

I deliver first-rate copy
and they turn it into crap.

I have a lot of respect for you.

What you've done...
I take my hat off!.

Politically naive, of course.

We should get to know
each other better.

This interview is just the beginning.

How about fucking for a start?

A corpse has been found in the woods.

The Paper photographer.

He was shot.

Did you kill him too?

Well, why not him too?

EPILOGUE

This is a very moving moment
at the cemetery.

Many of our prominent citizens

are paying their last respects
to the savagely

murdered journalist, Mr. Toetges.

This is his mother.

We recognize
Mr. and Mrs. Straeubleder

and the owner of The Paper,
Dr. Lueding,

who will give the eulogy.

The shots that killed
Werner Toetges

didn't hit him alone.

They were aimed
at Freedom of the Press,

one of the most precious values
of our young Democracy.

And these shots �

for us who stand here
in grief and horror �

they strike us
just as they struck him.

Who doesn't feel the wound?

Who doesn't feel the sorrow

above and beyond
one's personal concerns?

Who doesn't feel the breath of terror,

the savagery of anarchy,

the violence which is undermining
the foundations

of our liberal�democratic order,

which we are so devoted to.

Here, allegedly private motives

have led to a political assassination,

and we can say once more:

Stop it before it grows!

Look out,

for Freedom of the Press
is the core of everything:

well-being, social progress,

democracy, pluralism,

diversity of opinions �

and whoever attacks The Paper
attacks us all.

Characters and events
are fictitious.

Should the description of
certain journalistic practices

bear any similarity to the
practices of the BILD-ZEITUNG,

this is neither intentional
nor accidental,

but unavoidable.