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*suspensefully pulsing music*

*groaning*

*music continues*

*gagging*

*spitting, weary groans*

*water running*

*heavy breathing*

*footsteps approaching*

Herr Böhm.

Good morning.

Must have dozed off.

Well then.

See you later.

Mhm.

*eerie music*

*rhythmic music*

*door is unlocked*

*gloomy music*

*weary breathing*

*Heymann groans* - (SA Man) Move it, man!

*he groans*

(SA Man) Heave-ho.

*agitated clamor of voices*

*prisoners coughing*

*ominous music*

Morning, gentlemen.

Does anyone among you gentlemen have anything to smoke?

*prisoner shakes head*

Him over there.

A cigarette?

One drag.

*painful groan* - Excuse me.

(Heymann) Comrade.

Comrade.

*injured man groans*

(whispers) Rath? Is there a doctor in here?

Yes. - (Heymann) Over here.

Or would you prefer, Dr. Kornfeld? - After you, Mandel.

Let me take a look.

Ah, we'll need to stitch this up.

Onto that crate with him. Lend a hand, please.

Come on now.

*sprightly piano music*

*music continues*

*barking* - (Woman) Stop it, Karl!

Down!

*music fades out*

(Böhm) You have got to be kidding me.

I know this man.

He was in Homicide. Gave a statement.

A military paybook.

Krajewski, Franz, Corporal.

Grand Ducal Mecklenburgian Fusilier Regiment 90.

Take photographs of the crime scene. Face, stab wound, everything.

What kind of statement did he make?

I'll explain that to you later. Take your photos first.

*footsteps recede*

*wooden clatter*

(Böhm) Herr Gräf.

At the risk of you misunderstanding me.

Not a word to our colleagues in Homicide

about today's corpse.

Why?

I want to handle this case in peace,

and I don't want you talking about it.

That is rather disconcerting, colleague.

Yes, in times like these, many things are disconcerting.

I want to prevent Wendt's people

from snatching this case from under our noses as well.

You must help me.

I don't trust the new colleagues in Pathology.

If I show up at the autopsy, they'll run straight to Wendt.

I share that impression, yes.

With you, they won't suspect a thing.

You have to go down there anyway.

True.

Good. - Thank you.

*lively piano music resumes*

*background conversation*

*shop bell chimes*

Good.

I am the youngest of the six Luxemburg siblings,

Anna, Maxymilian, Mikolaj, Jozef, Rozalia.

They were born in Zamość...

(murmurs) I was born in Warsaw.

The maternal... *she sighs*

Oh God, oh God.

Well then, break a leg, Elisabeth.

Ah, it'll turn out fine.

*phone rings*

*festive piano music*

*silverware clatters*

*quiet conversations*

*music fades out*

(Helfers) Frau Luxemburg?

What are you doing here?

How do you know who my appointment is with?

Excuse me? I have an appointment with Frau Luxemburg.

With Clara Luxemburg?

That is correct.

Please, do have a seat, ladies.

Thank you for being able to make it.

Kawa Polska with sugar, salt, and cinnamon.

(Waiter) I'm sorry, we don't serve that. - A mocha, then.

The same for me. - Gladly.

Merci.

I owe you an explanation.

You are asking yourselves: Who is this woman?

Why have we never heard of her?

Indeed. - Why is she entitled

to convey the innermost wish of her late sister to us?

to us?

Yes.

*footsteps approaching*

*she sighs*

(Behnke) Mhm.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Well, I am the youngest of the six Luxemburg siblings.

Anna, Maxymilian, Mikolaj, Jozef, Rozalia.

They were all born in Zamość,

I, however, was born in Warsaw.

After our relocation, after our late father

had to endure his unmerited bankruptcy.

The maternal Löwenstein side

went to Berlin early on with Uncle Salomo,

long before Mikolaj married his Anni in Wilmersdorf.

They still live there today.

As the baby of the family, my parents were old;

they passed away when I was in my fourth year.

And so I was fostered into Anni's family,

took her surname, Kazimirowska,

and thus the visible kinship with Rozalia vanished.

vanished.

You spoke of your sister's innermost wish.

Correct. - Mhm.

It concerns a note

she made for her speech in the run-up to the founding congress.

for her speech.

Of the KPD?

That is correct, yes.

Um, she delivered her keynote address on the party program

and the political situation.

That was agenda item 3, after Paul Levi, before Hugo Eberlein.

You know that? - Moscow cadre school.

Well, in any case.

Up to that point, she was still a member of your party, the SPD.

Leaving was not easy for her,

as she confided in our brother.

Yet she could not accept what she saw as bourgeois inclinations...

Well, Frau Luxemburg,

that is well known to everyone at this table.

Naturally.

The note.

The wish.

(Helfers) What did your sister have in mind?

The Popular Front.

What? - Pardon?

An alliance of both parties against the reaction.

Why didn't she mention this proposal in her speech?

In her speech. - Yes.

Yes.

Pressure.

Pressure? - Yes, pressure.

You mentioned it yourself.

Besides my sister, Paul Levi was there,

Hugo Eberlein, Karl Liebknecht,

Hermann Duncker, Paul Lange, Wilhelm Pieck,

Ernst Meyer, and so forth. What do you notice?

No women.

The gentlemen did not want a joint,

fraternal alliance of the leftist workers' parties.

Yet that was precisely Rosa Luxemburg's innermost wish.

That is why I am meeting with you here today.

You are the left wing of fascism.

Your party's aim is the dissolution...

Social Democracy is...

*clamor of voices*

One moment!

May I ask you a question?

Of course. - By all means.

So even in light of this, shall we say,

emergency for our democracy, you rule out a temporary alliance

for the upcoming election?

No.

Oh really?

Upon unconditional submission of your party to our KPD,

we could very well envision joining forces.

Hold on.

Discussion is not productive at this point.

I give you 24 hours to consider it.

I am in close contact with influential figures

from the press and the judiciary who demand this unification.

If you care at all about my sister's life's work,

or about the future of Germany,

we have no time to lose.

Tomorrow, 10 AM,

Bayreuther Straße 25, I shall await you.

Good day, ladies.

*soulful music*

*she sighs*

(Wendt) That is Inspector Rath, yes.

Where did this photograph come from?

Paris.

He was arrested there, after a few detours.

Paris? I fear I have no jurisdiction there. Not yet.

An internal party matter, you said?

This concerns high treason.

I made sure he won't be sent to regular detention.

On the contrary. He must disappear, forever.

I will do everything within my power.

He's been a thorn in my side for a long time, that Inspector.

What exactly drove him to Paris?

First it was an internal party matter.

Now it is a top secret state affair.

He helped an enemy of the movement escape.

I am not permitted to disclose more, even to you.

I am sorry.

*Wendt clears his throat*

*tense music*

Chief Inspector.

Government Councillor.

What can you tell me about the whereabouts of Inspector Rath?

(Gennat) Following a botched arrest, Inspector Rath failed to report for duty.

failed to report for duty.

He has been logged as missing.

A nationwide search is underway, that is all.

What was that failed arrest concerning?

A homicide in medical circles.

The receptionist of a certain Dr. Forster was murdered.

Is that so? - Inspector Rath attempted

to apprehend this man, who may potentially also be considered a perpetrator.

to apprehend him.

He did not succeed.

And thereafter, he disappeared.

You can call off the search.

(Gennat) And why is that?

Because Inspector Rath has been located.

Abroad, where he absconded without leave.

(Gennat) Where exactly?

(Wendt) Paris.

You do not know what took him there?

No, I'm afraid not.

High treason is in the air.

The Police President has suspended him from duty,

with immediate effect.

*suspensefully pulsing music*

How is your new contingent of personnel working out, by the way?

A useful instrument the Police President has provided us with, isn't it?

isn't it?

The largest staff increase in the history

of the civil service.

After such a short time in office.

Where is Gereon Rath now?

Miss Ritter, you should bear the following in mind:

If you know anything about his illegal activities

and withhold it from me, you are committing a crime.

And then it will be me prosecuting you.

*traffic noise*

*car horns*

Herr Katelbach.

Frau Elisabeth, I almost didn't recognize you.

Aha. Yet you still turned your head to look.

Admittedly, yes. How could I not, with such a feast for the eyes?

You look dashing.

Where are you coming from?

I was at the hairdresser's. And you?

Ran out of cigarettes. I'll be right back.

Mhm.

*dark music*

Criminal Police, stay seated. We are checking your identity.

(SA Man) Over there. - Identification.

Identification. - Papers.

(SA Man) Halt!

There! Up ahead.

Halt, stop right there!

Open up! - Open up!

Open up immediately!

*battle cry*

Name? - Matern.

Max.

Camp Central.

Next.

(SA Man) Jonigkeit, Müller, Schmidt...

Thank you, Heymann.

Thank these two luminaries here.

Mandel stitched you up.

(Mandel) We took the thread from your suit.

(Kornfeld) Don't touch it! *he groans*

I think you'd better not stand up yet.

Where are we?

(Heymann) Tempelhof. SA Barracks. In purgatory.

*indistinct shouts*

Line up back there.

Henning?

Czerwinski?

Henning!

Czerwinski! Henning! - They won't hear you.

How do we get out of here?

I'm afraid the only way out is the same way we came in.

In a truck.

(SA Man) Camp North! Camp North?

(Brock) They're clearing out whole cells and hauling them to Oranienburg.

(Kornfeld) Mhm. - In regular rotation.

(Kornfeld) Cell one, cell two, and so on.

How many men guard a transport like that?

(Brock) One or two in the cab up front.

And two Brownshirts in back with the prisoners.

Armed.

Yes. Then we must...

During the drive.

*door opens*

(SA Man) Right, in here now.

*door is locked*

Matern? Max? - Brock?

*SA men laughing in the distance*

(Brock) Where did they pick you up?

(Matern) Party headquarters. - Transport to Camp North.

*vehicle hums*

*indistinct conversation*

*background chatter, phone ringing*

Any new developments, Chief Inspector?

What business is that of yours?

Right, Krajewski, Franz.

'Discharged from military service. Pasewalk Hospital. Forster.'

The connection.

*phone rings*

Yes? Ritter, Homicide.

*sinister music*

What do you want?

Since our last conversation, further questions have arisen.

I need to speak with you. In 15 minutes.

Fine. I have something to tell you too.

That we are working together

doesn't seem to be sinking in, does it?

I still have to get used to it, apparently.

Well then, enjoy your lunch.

*bells tolling*

*she sighs*

*footsteps approaching*

Here I am. What did you want?

You first.

Let's walk a few steps.

There is another murder victim.

Franz Krajewski, the man who was in my office yesterday.

I hope to learn details from Pathology shortly.

Yet by all appearances, Krajewski was stabbed

in the same manner as Strelow.

And both were in Pasewalk at the end of the war.

I gathered that from his paybook.

What? Yes.

Like Wosniak and Forster.

And Hitler.

He wants to eradicate all traces leading back to that hospital.

Files, photos.

He's having them liquidated, one by one.

Everyone who saw him there.

So that no one can contradict his version of history.

We must assemble everything before we take this to Gennat.

We're talking about the Reich Chancellor.

He won't handle us with kid gloves either.

How do you explain the murders of the receptionist and the patrolman?

Wrong place, wrong time, I presume.

Hitler wants witnesses eliminated, Forster above all.

Why did you want to speak with me?

*she clears her throat*

The liquor. The cognac, to be precise.

Which cognac?

You know which cognac I mean.

A very special vintage from France.

And this cognac? You intended to drink it?

No, but I would like it back.

Does it belong to you, or to colleague Rath?

I'm listening. *she sighs*

To colleague Rath.

Aha, just as I thought.

Have you ever considered that colleague Rath

was set on Forster?

By whom?

I was thinking of the National Socialists.

Wouldn't be the first time. Out of the question.

You are sure of that?

You see?

Right.

Now we wait for the autopsy results.

And then we plan our next move, agreed?

*solemn brass music*

*indistinct clamor*

What's going on over there?

SPD rally against Hitler.

We shouldn't return to the Burg together.

Best call it a day.

Hm.

*music grows louder*

*scattered calls*

*clamor of voices swells*

*crowd chants*

How many are there?

Police estimate 200,000.

Had the Communists marched too,

it could have been half a million in Berlin alone.

A camel will pass through the eye of a needle before a Communist

shows up at a Social Democratic rally.

Except for the Doctor and her hard core.

(Crowd) Social Democrats, Berlin!

Berlin, Berlin stays red!

We are the Social Democrats!

Something, at least.

(Speaker) The Chairman of the Social Democratic Party speaks:

Otto Wels.

*applause*

*crowd continues chanting*

(Crowd) Bravo!

Comrades!

Friends!

Berliners!

*roaring applause*

*dynamic music*

*speech continues in background*

*music turns more mysterious*

*echoing applause*

*music turns more suspenseful*

*clatter*

*roaring applause*

*music stops abruptly*

(Wels) No!

Today a single idea unites us all.

Whether man or woman,

whether radical or moderate,

we shall prevent

the barbarians from ruling over us!

*echoing applause*

Jacky! Well, look at that,

Lotte is a Socialist.

(Berlin dialect) I am not.

What are you, then?

One of us. And you? Same here.

Just a bit redder than most folks here.

Had no idea. Come on.

Comrades.

Lotte is one of us.

(Comrades) Solidarity.

Solidarity. We know each other from the Koppeneck.

Hm.

Here.

(Wels) ...the free press, the right of every human being.

A good vantage point for the fire.

(Wels) Nothing and no one will stop us!

*thundering applause*

*"Wann wir schreiten Seit' an Seit'" by Michael Englert*

*triumphant music*

# When we march side by side #

# And the old songs we sing #

# And the forest arches ring #

# We feel our cause must win: #

# With us marches the new era #

# With us marches the new era! #

*singing fades out*

Pardon me?

How can it be that we fail to prevent such a mass gathering?

to prevent it?

The SPD knows full well what protects them.

The Weimar Constitution.

Right, and tomorrow the KPD comes along

and mobilizes half a million, is that it?

Why aren't you managing to intern more enemies?

Because laws exist.

Yet to deliver a truly crushing blow,

we require an altered legal framework.

And that must be substantiated.

A national state of emergency.

That is what we need.

You are right.

We must suspend the constitution.

Precisely. The question is how we bring that about.

*suspenseful music*

Didn't work.

We have to get inside, set the blaze from within.

*music turns more sinister*

Herr Böhm!

Herr Böhm. I've just come from Pathology.

And? - Too late.

I was told the case was closed.

The body of Franz Krajewski has already been released.

What? - Yes.

For cremation? The body was taken to the crematorium?

When there are no relatives, a body is cremated.

To destroy all evidence, is that it?

Do they take us for fools?

Or are they simply brazen now?

They haven't seen the last of me.

*background chatter, phone ringing*

*eerie music*

*murmuring*

We had no time.

Nor a key.

Had to secure files you were withholding from us.

Government Councillor Wendt has a few questions for you.

Now.

No, I have no time right now.

(Sebald) Oh yes, you do.

(Döbrich) Move it!

You certainly do. - (Sebald) After you.

*music continues*

*Böhm huffs*

Move it now!

*door slams shut*

*music gradually intensifies*

*he sighs*

*music turns restless*

*suspensefully pulsing music*

Herr Böhm, you may see him now.

*traffic sounds, indistinct dialogue*

*music swells somberly*

*cheerful background conversation*

*music fades slowly*

So do you intend to visit us more often now, Herr Litten?

The SA is on his doorstep. They want to intimidate him.

And his clients along with him. - I see.

For the time being, I could also sleep on the sofa there...

Yes, of course, Herr Litten.

Yet tomorrow morning I expect two ladies for coffee.

I will need the room then.

Naturally.

Female visitors? What is she on about?

What ladies are coming?

She never has lady visitors.

Another coffee after all? No.

Will we see each other later, though?

*distant background chatter*

Not for now.

Too late.

*door opens*

*melancholy music*

*she sighs*

*music continues*

*music breaks off*

*she huffs* *music resumes*

*music fades out*

(Heymann) Did you serve?

Third East Prussian Grenadier Regiment.

We can use you.

Matern, Max.

First Lieutenant Heymann, Second Jäger Regiment.

Let's feel out who else we have here.

Who served in the war?

(several) Here. - Then allow me

to organize our joint escape.

Any objections? - (all shake heads)

Good.

Most of you are academics, correct?

(scattered) Yes.

(Brock) I'm a craftsman.

*ominous music*

A blacksmith?

A blacksmith.

*footsteps approaching*

(SA Man) Identification check.

(van der Lubbe) The Reichstag? - (Albrecht) Mhm. Very heavily guarded.

(van der Lubbe) We can't get in there unless you climb.

Maybe there's another way.

This is the man I told you about.

Poor eyesight, speaks poor German.

Come along with me, then.

(Brock) If I counted correctly, we're up tomorrow.

*suspenseful music*

Strike fast and strike short.

Crucial question:

Who has the stomach for it?

I'll do it.

We should take them both down at the same time.

Understood.

On your signal?

Then we use their weapons to take control of the driver's cab.

Sounds like a walk in the park.

*he sighs*

*music continues*

*music mounts dramatically*

*