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Previously on Babylon Berlin...

Who profits from our downfall?

These gentlemen wanted to get revenge
on the Armenian financier of the film.

Hostage situation!

The first suspect is the gaffer,
but he gets eliminated.

I personally managed to identify and match
the projectile with the crime weapon.

-What do you want, money?
-No.

That's not why I'm here.
I want you to carry on.

-With the sabotage of the film shoot?
-With the murders.

The hunt for the Phantom,
that's a good story.

You lost.

There's a lawyer.
He represents our comrades.

I know he'll have your case reopened.

I'm sure your chances are good.

Greta, if you take all this on the chin,
you'll spare the real perpetrators.

Your death only helps the ones
who abused you.

They'll get off scot-free.

Execution after such a short time?

Yes, it is indeed unusual.

-Who instigated this?
-The Ministry of Justice.

In five days.

Five days.

FOREIGN OFFICE OF THE REICH
3.10.1929

Thank you for finding time
for me so soon, Councilor.

What I want to discuss with you
requires a certain discretion.

I can bank on that?

-Of course.
-Good.

I asked you to come here

because I know
you are influential in certain circles.

In circles which, let's be frank,
show great disdain for our politics.

If Seegers and his men
recognize that politics come first,

we will all recover in the great boom
which will happen all over the world.

Together, we can achieve much more
than as opponents.

At what price?

If you mean the concept
of the nation state,

that has outlived its usefulness
since the last war.

At what price
should I exercise my influence?

You tell me.

How about the position
of chief of the police?

Why not?

How about
the Prussian Ministry of the Interior?

If you offer me the Berlin police,
why not think bigger?

Don't overestimate yourself.

How about the home office of the Reich?

Councilor, you are being presumptuous.

Prussian officers are not for sale.

Councilor, I'm afraid you have to go now.

It appears that you are badly informed,
Mr. Stresemann.

I'll become the chief of police
either way.

So if you want to negotiate,
do it properly.

Talk to me about the role of the military.

The SPD will have to leave the current
government in the coming months.

We're working on that.

The President of the Reich
will appoint a new chancellor

who will come from our circles.

You, Minister,
are welcome to participate

in a nationalistically
oriented government.

Your party can cogovern.

You personally
can even keep your position.

If you recognize that the military
and the racial corpus have priority.

You're absolutely right about one thing,
by the way.

The army leadership around Seegers
is a rotting bunch of old men.

Men who are lost in the yesterday...

Are you unwell?

A doctor. Get a doctor, quick!
On the double!

We need a doctor.

Quick!

Anyone here?

Stop! Freeze!

Freeze! I'll shoot!

Stop!

Henning! Henning, quick.

Boss!

-Are you all right?
-Yes.

He's hors de combat.

We know by now

that the starting point
of this unprecedented series of crimes

was an act of revenge.

The murderer of Betty Winter
had a score to settle

with a personality
of Berlin's underground.

Can you confirm that this person is the
so-called Armenian, Edgar Kasabian?

That's speculation.

Your business, not mine.

Next.

Counselor, how can we trust the police

when there are criminals
and murderers in their ranks?

When suspects get murdered
in police headquarters?

The incident you are referring to
is highly regrettable.

But you and your readers
should trust the police,

just like you trust
your fellow citizens.

Go on, get in.

Naturally, most of us are well-trained
and tested, steadfast officers.

But there are black sheep
in the best of families.

We can only do our best
and keep identifying

and arresting those black sheep
and traitors in our midst.

The incident you mentioned
has painfully confirmed this.

But it goes without saying
that it should never have come to this.

The cold-blooded actions
of these perpetrators leave no doubt

that this is an internal affair
between rival underground gangs.

The brutality of this crime tells us

that we are only at the beginning
of a relentless battle.

This smells of war.

The war of the underground of Berlin.

-What are you doing?
-They're moving me.

Why?

Why?

It's the rules.

Tomorrow is the day.

What?

What about Litten?

-Greta, what about Litten?
-He was here.

-And?
-I signed something.

-And the revision? What...
-I don't know.

Thank you. And farewell.

I'll see you again.

For sure.

Don't forget me.

The car is waiting outside.

It's yours.

Farewell.

Both of you.

I've had enough of you two scoundrels.

Why do you want him to leave?

We've discussed everything.

But that doesn't mean
we're doing it that way.

-Esther, come on.
-Don't you start!

Just because he tells you to make like
a tree, you go ahead and do it?

And good riddance?

No, my friends.

I'll tell you another thing altogether.
He's staying. And you, too, and me, too.

-Esther, stop it.
-I won't stop.

-Stop it.
-I won't stop!

I won't stop.

You wanted to see me?

I wanted to know if the lawyer...

-if my lawyer has been informed.
-Yes.

Mr. Litten has been informed.
I called him.

Although this is not in the rule book.

Thank you.

You still don't want the chaplain?

But... a piece of paper, please,
and a pen.

If that is possible.

I will be there tomorrow morning.

You are very brave.

I have taken careful note of all of your
repeated adverse decisions

regarding our application
for a stay of execution,

but I insist that you please bear with me
in the case of Greta Overbeck.

The sentence
is to be executed today at 10 a.m.

I implore you to at least agree
to a stay of execution.

We mustn't deny our democracy
the chance

to do its duty
and properly conclude this trial.

Respectfully yours, Litten, Solicitor.

Yes.

-Done. What now?
-We'll take the letter there personally.

I'll take Hindenburg's office,
you the Ministry of Justice.

We'll meet there at 8 a.m.

And you think he'll read this?
Before the act of state?

His office is manned around the clock.
Of course he'll read it.

Excuse me.

-What did you just say?
-I wondered if someone will read it.

Before the act of state.
Stresemann's funeral is about now.

Help me search.

-For what?
-Special decrees.

No, no, imperial decrees of His Majesty
Wilhelm II, 1890-97. A green tome.

Here, this one?

Very good.

There.

"Decrees on public celebrations."

You! How smart you are!

This sovereign decree
was included in the constitution in 1918

and is thus still valid.

I quote, "On days of national mourning,

all acts must cease."

End of quote.

The execution of a delinquent
is such an act.

And, Your Honor, if you don't stop
this execution, woe betide you.

Sign this stay of execution.

Right now!

And now call the prison.

Can't reach them.

Keep trying.

We'll go there.

Who'd have thought I'd be grateful
to old Willy one day?

-Taxi!
-No.

In this case, the law is unambiguous.

-Keep talking.
-Imperial special decree.

I can't stop them now.

...for miles around,
over the heads, over the shakos

and over the top hats, is the coffin,
wrapped in the Reich flag,

visible among the green and the colors
of the flower wreaths.

Behind the coffin we see the President
of the Reich following the coffin on foot.

From the empty glass caps
of the streetlights

resting on heavy stone pedestals,

electric light is shining feebly,

dead, into the light of the day.

What's going on there?

You can't get through here.

-What's happening?
-Stresemann's funeral.

-We need to call them.
-Who?

The prison.

-Keep the change.
-Why?

I don't trust the judge.

I have to try to get the prison director
personally on the phone.

-There.
-OK.

-Give me the paper, I'll...
-No, I'll come, too.

You phone, I'll try to get there.

Hurry.

Yes, operator?

Women's prison on Barnimstrasse,
the security entrance gate, please.

-Barnim ten.
-Attorney Litten speaking.

-I need the director.
-You what?

-Get me the director.
-I'm not authorized for that.

-Get her to the phone.
-No, she's busy.

-Interrupt her.
-I can't...

Of course you can.

Go out there and tell the director

that the delinquent's counsel Hans Litten
is on the phone.

-No, I won't.
-I have crucial information.

I've got my orders. You need to call
the director's office. Goodbye.

Hello?

Excuse me. Excuse me. May I?

May I?

This is an official court paper.
Exceptional urgency.

Let me through.
A matter of life and death.

You'll have to wait
until the end of the procession.

Hey, miss!

I need to get through! Let me through!

Let me through! I need to get through!

-Let me go.
-Stop!

-What do you think you're doing?
-Let me through!

Stop! Stop immediately!

Come back!

Get her back!

No. No!

Let me through! I need to get through!

I'm CID, let me through.

Greta Overbeck,
I will now read you your sentence.

I'm CID. This is a stay of execution,
signed by the judge.

The execution of Greta Overbeck
must be stopped immediately. Right now!

Let's see what you have here, OK?

If you don't act right now,
we'll so tear you into pieces,

-you'll never smile again!
-Listen, I'm only doing my duty.

Exactly!

Greta Overbeck, born on June 14, 1907,
in Groeningshusen,

was sentenced to death by the district
court of Berlin on September 26, 1929,

for the insidious murder
of Councilor August Benda

and his daughter Margot Benda
according to current law.

Be brave and composed
on your last, difficult path.

Executioner, discharge your duties.

Oh, God.

Don't! Open up!

Open up!

What are you doing?

Unlock this door immediately!

Unlock this door right now!

Open the door!

Open the door! Open the door!

No! No!

Open this door!
Open this door immediately!

No!

Greta!

Greta!

Greta! No!

No!

No!

My little boy,

when you read these lines, I'm with you.

Very close to you.

I am with you all the time anyway.

Because I am watching you
from the cloud I'm sitting on.

You are probably thriving splendidly
and never think of your mother.

But I just want to tell you

that she is with you.

And she loves you.

Your mom.

We're to blame.

We arrested,
questioned and sentenced her.

Come.

Rath.

Detective.

I wasn't expecting you at all.

Councilor.

What can I do for you?

I just need a moment of your time.

OK. I'll just put the horse away.

Shall we take a walk?

If you don't mind,
I'd prefer to stay here.

OK.

Must be hugely important
if you've come all the way out to see me.

Yes. It is important.

I know it was you who solicited
the murder of August Benda.

I also know
that you covered all your tracks.

You put all confidants away.

You forced the sentence of Greta
Overbeck and expedited her execution.

And your motive...

is nothing but personal gain.

Your career.

Personal gain is not important to me.

Our country stands to gain

from the removal of Jews and Bolsheviks
from influential positions.

Our country would also stand to gain

from the police not having murderers
in leading positions.

You see, Rath,
I am responsible for actions

which will be deemed groundbreaking for
the reconstruction of the German Reich.

But I can't expect you
to understand this perspective.

You're a simple policeman
with a simple assignment.

Yes, that I am.

Why don't you arrest me?

Because I can't prove anything.

Yes. And that which can't be proven
in the eye of criminal law

is tantamount to never having happened.

To being nonexistent.

Even though I am responsible
for everything you have mentioned,

you can't pin any of it on me.

That's why this conversation
is a waste of time.

Goodbye, Detective.

Did it work?

I think so.

Why don't you arrest me?

Because I can't prove anything.

Yes.

And that which can't be proven
in the eye of criminal law

is tantamount
to never having happened.

To being nonexistent.

Amazing.

This is really remarkable.

Even though I am responsible
for everything you have mentioned,

you can't pin anything on me.

That's why this conversation
is a waste of time.

-May 16, you say?
-Yes.

Ah, yes, here.

Erwin Trollmann and wife.

On May 16, 1918, two days.

Erwin Trollmann.

They came every year. Hang on.

-Always in summer.
-Yes?

Yes, always room two,
and later with his son.

With his son?

-Yes.
-What were they doing here?

Fitness. Physical exercise in the park.

Seems to be making it, the little one.

May I?

Yes, but don't touch.

RUKELI TROLLMANN VS.
CHALLENGER ERWIN PESCHER BOXING

Rukeli Trollmann.

I can imagine
this will turn into something long-term.

What are you doing here?

Hands off my sister.

Don't you have any manners?
We're just neighbors having a chat.

Not you, you rat. Come.

Let go of me.

So that's where you got the money
for the birds from.

Look at me!

How could I be so stupid? Come upstairs.

You can't tell me anything.

-Why not? Who else? I'm your sister.
-No, you're not.

What?

-What did you just say?
-You're not my sister.

My real sister is blind. Because of you.

-Mrs. Petersen.
-Colonel.

All the brass today for a change.

You have to look impressive
as chief of the police, Colonel.

That's exactly right.

ZÖRGIEBEL TO FALL OVER 1 MAY

-The large clasp?
-The small one will do.

Chief Constable?

Come on in, Rath.

Excuse the chaos.

You are resigning.

At some point, everyone's time is up.

I just wish the accompanying ills
were less unpleasant.

Yes. The moment is inopportune.

Every office is finite.

The minister of the interior is announcing
my successor as we speak.

In the face
of this unexpected resignation...

the Prussian Ministry of the Interior

has decided on a successor
you all know.

It is thus a solution

which lends itself
to this special situation,

and the level of experience
turned the balance most of all.

Who?

Take a wild guess.

I myself...

will therefore take on the office

which I had before I entered politics

one more time.

Grzesinksi. Thanks to your help.

Grzesinski himself?

He was it before me,

he is my successor.

Where does it say

that you youngsters can do it better?

Taking my leave.

Farewell. All the best to you.

Here at headquarters and anywhere else.

Thank you.

I'm Red Rieke.

They are Buxe, Peppi,

Olschen, and, well, the rest.

And you?

Toni.

Toni is a good name.

Yes, Toni is good.

Can stay.

The film that was never to be completed.
Now it is finished after all.

And they are all here.
The mayor, Pommer, Lilian Harvey,

Fritsch, Helm.

Even Max Reinhardt.

And Charlotte Ritter!

The most sparkling star
of the Berlin police.

Good evening.

-What are you doing here?
-Looking around.

And? Does she have
some inside intel for me?

Backgrounds, motives, and so on?

Pity. We would have made a dream
couple. Purely professionally, of course.

-Why? You have him.
-He won't say anything.

Why are you two wasting away
at the police? Why not at Ullstein?

It's the same job, just pays much better.

-A writer, me?
-Yes.

A cheeky lass with bite. Young women
are doing well at the moment. And you?

Take pictures of living things
for a change, not just of the dead?

Cobbler, stick to your dead.

Mrs. Korda!

"DEMONS OF PASSION"

STARRING BETTY WINTER
TRISTAN ROT

AND ESTHER KORDA

I don't see where you are going

When there is silence, and loneliness

Is heavy on my mind, and there is

A wind of grief and sorrow blowing

DEMONS OF PASSION

Elsa, listen.

I won't share you.

Never, ever.

You will have to, Balthasar.

It's the new era.

Where have you been all night long?

Balthasar.

If you don't say anything, I'll go.

-Balthasar.
-Elsa, I...

I'm not the man I once was.

Not anymore.

The bond of our love will tear.

I can feel it.

We're losing each other.

We're losing each other!

I'm tumbling. I'm falling!

Now!

Balthasar!

Look what you have done.

Stop.

I can't.

I can't do it!

A look into eternity

My heart is torn out

But you don't feel the pain

-Empowerment is will
-Will

-Fate's right and stress
-Stress

-So scream in the silence
-Silence

-Feeling is but coercion
-Coercion

THE END

Bravo!

The premiere of the new Bellman film
Demons of Passion last night

had been awaited with baited breath.

But the audience was presented

with an indigestible patchwork
of outdated expressionism,

melodramatic parvenu art,

and a framework plot which
had obviously been added later on

and had brazenly been borrowed
from classic literature.

As if the demise of the main protagonist
during the shoot

hadn't been enough of a tragedy,

the film's other big tragedy
is its wasteful expenditure,

witlessly blown for nothing,

for a decorative gesture
of nostalgic transfiguration.

Not even Tristan Rot can save this,

who just a few years ago had put the fear
of God into us with his demonics.

But what's the point?

The masses will flock to see it.

Too large is the desire
for a dream world,

too big the fear of reality.

The attempts of German film...

It is time to tell Bellman

that these painted image mockups
don't concern us anymore.

It is time for film art
that is facing up to life.

I'M GONE. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.
TONI

What are you doing here, mister?

If I may politely ask you
to get out of our bed.

Hey!

Yes.

What kind of depraved individual are you,
to be lying here all the time?

You mustn't be here.

Turn around!

You?

Who else?

I don't bite.

25 OCTOBER 1929

Oh. Excuse me.

Yes?

-Mr. Nyssen?
-Speaking.

This is Wegener.
Prices on Wall Street...

They fell.

Yesterday.

They hit rock bottom.

It has started.

We need to go to the stock exchange.
Immediately.

-Boss!
-What's the matter?

Something with the stock exchange.

People are ganging up on the banks
and demanding their money.

-Why is this our business?
-There's been an emergency call.

One of our guys lost his head.

Who?

You have ruined me!

I'll finish you off!

Look at the bastard.

He's as much a filthy swine
as the rest of you!

To the side entrance.

This is it! He duped me!

Henning, I'll take the side corridor.

I want my money!

I demand that you give me
my money back!

-Or I'll shoot you all!
-Böhm!

-What is this nonsense?
-Don't make yourself unhappy.

Henning.

They cheated us all.

Böhm.

I'm putting the gun down now.

Put that thing away.

We'll just go.

You still have a chance.

You have a life.

It doesn't belong to the money.

Not to the bank.

Not to the debts.

Your life.

You are a good policeman.

You have a wife.

You have two children.

What do we do with him now?

What I said.

Go home.

We'll keep the gun.

Get a good night's rest.

Tomorrow is another day.

Come on, Böhm.

Gereon.

Ready for the next session?

We must find a way...

to make the injured soul unassailable.

What are you doing here?

Helga?

You have embarked
on a journey, Siegfried.

To the truth...

to the light.

You are not afraid.

You are free of pain and fear.

Your path inevitably leads us
to the fusion of man... and machine.

We... are creating the new man.

We are creating the man-machine.

An android, free of pain and fear.

The war-torn soul

is the best foundation for this.

Only he knows the abysses of the soul
so profoundly...

that the will for numbness...

occurs in the most natural of ways.

Our new, synthetic substances...

will rob the destroyed soul
of all feeling...

...thus freeing it from
all pain and fear.

Do you want to lead us...

from the darkness to the light?

The truth to the light.

To the truth. To the light.

Subtitle translation by Stephanie Geiges