Original subtitles

For one square metre, you need about 20

millilitres of carbon disulphide solution.

You can get it from any chemist’s to order.

It’s impossible to trace who bought what and where.

And then there’s this.

One centimetre is enough.

It looks like amber, but it’s white phosphorus.

Warm it up a little and it dissolves straight away.

Then pour it in here.

The glass from light bulbs breaks most easily.

Besides, they fit comfortably in your hand.

At first, nothing happens.

But when the carbon disulphide evaporates,

the white phosphorus ignites on contact with the air.

Could you demonstrate that?

Of course.

If you use it indoors,

all you need is a steady draught.

Usually, simply opening a door is enough.

For Göring’s operation, we’d need large quantities of this …

tincture.

As you can see, we’ve made the necessary arrangements.

So when’s the whole thing going to kick off?

Just wait and see.

An assassination attempt on the Reich Chancellor?

You can’t possibly…

We can’t just kill a politician!

A human being!

Yes, we can.

Probably many people.

That’s murder.

I’m not taking part in that.

You don’t have to.

I’m not a murderer. I know.

I… But you’ll become a

murderer if you do that.

That’s why I didn’t tell you anything.

Charlotte. Don’t you dare!

Goodbye.

They haven’t published anything.

Not *Le Monde*, not *Paris-Soir*, none of the French newspapers.

Why?

We’ll draw our own conclusions from that.

Tonight.

Where?

The Nyssen family estate. Liebenberg Castle.

That is where the leading figures from the worlds of

business and high finance, the most senior National

Socialists and the Reich Chancellor, are meeting this evening.

We will never have another opportunity like this.

Edgar.

It is a so-called ‘unofficial dinner’, taking

place this evening at 7.30 pm in the grand hall.

The hosts are Alfred and Helga Nyssen, who,

together with 12 major industrialists and

bankers, will be hosting part of the NSDAP leadership.

The Reich Chancellor is also expected to attend.

For the success of our operation, it is

crucial that the number of people privy

to every detail of the plan remains small.

In short, we are all gathered here in this room.

Mr Wegener has commissioned a catering company that I run.

I have selected the staff. They follow only my instructions.

We’ll both be on site to oversee the preparations.

They are our outpost.

According to the programme, Hitler is the last to be announced.

By 8 pm at the latest.

His seat in the hall is directly

opposite the host, Alfred Nyssen.

Between the two of them is a recess in the parquet floor.

That is where we will hide the bomb.

Shortly before the guests arrive,

I will ensure that the hall is cleared.

Then we must place the dynamite very quickly and precisely.

There are two ways to detonate it.

A timer that is placed directly on top of the explosive.

Once the time has elapsed, this device triggers the explosion.

The advantage: we can get to safety.

And the disadvantage?

We have to commit to a specific time.

A wired detonator is much more difficult to install.

To do this, the cable must be run through a hole in the floor into

the cellar and from there through a window to the outside.

You then run the cable to your position

in the park, connect it to the detonator

there, and set it off at the agreed time.

The set time is 9 pm.

That’s how it should be.

After the successful assassination, you’ll fire a flare into the air so that the doctor,

who is inside the Reichstag,

receives the signal to enter the plenary chamber.

In the plenary chamber there is a microphone,

which is constantly connected to the Broadcasting House.

From there, his speech can be broadcast without any delay

to all radio receivers throughout the Reich.

Our contact at the broadcasting centre will also be waiting for the light signal,

and will switch on the dedicated line to the Reichstag after ten minutes.

And the whole of Germany will be listening,

when you announce the deaths of Hitler and his accomplices.

That goes without saying, Alfred.

The host takes one side

and the guest of honour sits opposite him.

But why aren’t you sitting next to me?

I’ve got another spot, right next to our guests.

You really must be by my side.

The Führer isn’t bringing a lady along either.

Göring is sitting to your left and von Papen to your right.

Papen is taking your place.

I’ll command the field from the right-hand side,

Alfred; please don’t worry.

This humiliation never ends.

And your pride is that of a wimp.

I’ve got all the cards in my hand, every single one.

The other day, Hitler’s predecessor, Kurt von Schleicher, came to see me.

He wants me to support him, and that’s exactly what I’ll do

if that Austrian doesn’t toe the line.

But I know that already, Alfred.

Where does she want to sit, the First Lady?

Look, I’m sitting here.

And what do you reckon? Who’s sitting next to her?

I’ll sort out the President of the Reichstag,

whilst you take Mr Hitler to task.

You’ve got it, lad.

Alfred, are you feeling all right?

She’s not listening to me.

And? – Good news.

They’re not looking for you. At least not officially.

Are you sure? – Yes.

I went to police headquarters after the court hearing.

They assured me that there’s nothing against you.

Good, very good.

I’d still recommend … - No.

Hang up and come over. We need you.

Mr Litten. It’s good to see you.

Good morning, Ms Behnke.

Would you be so kind as to beat the

carpet in the courtyard with Mr Heymann?

Then I can mop up here.

Mr Heymann.

Ah. Thank you.

You can’t go into the newsroom.

Someone’s got to report on what’s

happening in this election campaign.

I’ll be contributing a first-hand account, straight

from the heart of the new National Socialist reality.

Perhaps that will wake a few people up, so that in two

weeks’ time they’ll tick the right box on their ballot paper.

Only under public pressure will

they prosecute the murder of Katelbach.

At least as manslaughter.

And I will challenge the legality of these camps – what

did you call them again?

Concentration camps.

I will take action against these illegal prisons.

The law is still on our side.

Thälmann just wants to make a spectacle of me.

He won’t get the better of us one iota.

Otto, we must act!

This is a one-off matter.

As soon as the elections are over, we’ll go our separate ways again.

Let’s take our chances.

Just one meeting, Comrade Chairman.

Come now, don’t be so formal, young lady.

All right then.

Fine by me.

It won’t be down to me.

- When did you say? - As soon as possible.

All right then, but let’s make it tomorrow at ten.

They’ll beat us to it.

The meeting point has already been agreed.

When and where?

Tomorrow morning at ten o’clock at the Reichstag.

The KPD and the SPD. Together?

It looks that way.

What?

This meeting must not take place under any circumstances.

How can we stop it now?

We can arrest Thälmann and Wels on some pretext.

That’s far too obvious.

That’s how you create martyrs.

If we’re going to do this, we must put an end to this

red rabble once and for all.

We’ll bring our operation forward.

I don’t know if that’s feasible. – It is.

With the help of the SA.

The laws are all ready and waiting in my drawer.

Good. I’ll take care of it.

And the lists of those to be arrested, too.

I’ll have them copied and distributed.

Well then, good luck to you, ladies.

I need everyone here today for the political meeting.

Please go upstairs.

Behave yourselves, if I may ask!

One at a time!

Be ready – from now on, we must always know where you are.

Now listen to the beautiful old German folk song ‘In einem kühlen Grunde’.

Performed by Emil Engels and Robert Faustmann.

Accompanied by Ludwig Nelsen and Frederik Baumgarten.

- What’s this? - Arrest warrants.

Councillor. Ritter.

Who are you doing this for?

The Political Police.

Government Councillor Wendt is unavailable.

What sort of operation is this, Sebald?

It’s completely beyond my knowledge, Chief Inspector.

Oh, for goodness’ sake!

Wait a moment!

What are the people on the lists accused of?

High treason.

We have clear evidence that communists and

social democrats are planning a coup.

It is a vast network that runs

through all strata of society.

Right into the very heart of our own ranks.

Hm?

Right, thank you very much. Goodbye.

Mr Gräf. – Mr Böhm.

Homicide Squad, hello.

I need to speak to Miss Ritter. Immediately.

Do you know where I can find her?

You mean about the lists? – Mhm.

I’ve been phoning round everywhere.

Chief Inspector Gräf,

please come with me.

Dr Dresse?

What can you tell me about Hitler’s medical records?

Not so loud.

Who has the file and what’s in it?

Yes?

I don’t have the file.

That was to be expected; it would be a death sentence for you.

For me or for you, it would be a death sentence.

But for others, this file is a life insurance policy,

if you see what I mean.

Who are you talking about?

It worked.

They’ll let you through with that. Tonight.

An SA pass?

What on earth are you doing here?

Detective Superintendent Gennat has informed me of your whereabouts.

Gennat?

Come with me, I have something to tell you.

Do not go into your flat. Under no circumstances.

Your name is on a list. So is Inspector Rath’s.

You’re both in grave danger.

You must leave the city, you must leave the country.

As soon as possible.

I do have one more question, though, Miss Ritter.

What was Rath planning to do with the cognac?

Rath wants to blow Hitler up.

When?

I don’t know; I haven’t been let in on it.

The whole thing must be called off. Wendt knows something.

It’s going to go wrong. You must warn Rath.

How do you know about Wendt?

For better or worse, I’m now working for Government Councillor Wendt.

He left me no choice, Miss Ritter.

He wants the file, not for Hitler, but for himself.

And for that he needs me.

At least, that’s what he thinks.

I know where the medical file is.

I didn’t hear that.

What’s this? From my colleague Gräf.

The keys to his flat.

Charlotte, you must find Rath.

Warn him.

And get out of town, both of you.

Inspector Rath doesn’t want any help.

But he has no choice.

Dear colleagues, as my presence

in our newsroom might prove

somewhat awkward, I have asked

you here today to discuss the

future direction of our newspaper.

The elections are on 5 March; hundreds of opposition

figures are in custody, and thousands more will follow.

The situation forces us to

abandon our journalistic restraint.

We must now become campaigners

ourselves; otherwise, we will go under.

On to the day’s business.

This obituary for our …

colleague Samuel Katelbach

will be today’s lead story.

In it, we will name names.

From today, on page two, we will be publishing the

names of those who have disappeared and been murdered.

We will continue to add to this list in

every issue right up until the election.

It is likely that this will have consequences.

I have experienced this first-hand.

I wouldn’t wish anything like this on any of you.

You are, of course, free to leave.

I can’t blame you for that; after all,

I’ve hired reporters, not martyrs.

The decision is yours.

But you must make it soon.

No.

Now.

I have a family.

I’m sorry.

Fine.

Get to work.

"Dear Mr Heymann, Dear Mr

Litten, now that Mr Katelbach

is no longer with me, I have

decided to tackle a project

that we had both conceived, on my own.

You will no longer find me

here when you return to this flat.

I therefore take the liberty of,

We have included a few practical and necessary

instructions, which, if followed, should make

your stay on Bayreuther Straße as pleasant as possible.

First of all, the rent.

This is payable in the amount of 88 Reichsmark to

the former Ministerial Director Gustav Roma, who

expects payment on time by the fourth of each month.

A daily two-minute burst of fresh air

prevents mould from forming in the rooms and

also ensures a pleasant indoor climate in general.

Should you wish to sublet my room,

it is advisable to split the costs

according to the size of the room.

Quiet and tidy tenants are to be preferred.

I am leaving my home town with a

suitcase and a small stereo system,

which, thanks to a certain degree of thrift,

I have even been able to increase over many years.

I shall be travelling for some time and shall endeavour to

report on my experiences with a keen eye and an open mind.

I wish you both all the very best,

strength and good fortune in all your endeavours.

Warmest regards to you both, Your friend, Elisabeth Behnke.”

“Elisabeth, one can only write about Vienna without sentimentality,

with a smile and a grumble.

But even in this way, one

can be enthralled by a

city and fall in love with it.

And perhaps it isn’t even the worst way.

Those who truly love do not sing love songs.”

Mr Heymann, one more question. Do you know where Inspector Rath is?

Rath? No.

I haven’t seen him since we fled.

Thank you.

And not a word about Dresse.

Of course, Mrs Ritter. Please treat this as confidential.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Potocznik, you won’t believe this.

I’ll bet you’ll never guess who

last requested the medical records.

Who?

Ten to one that you’re wrong.

Erm…

Hindenburg?

That wasn’t far off. One more time, one floor down.

Mr Chancellor, please excuse the late disturbance.

What is it?

Spit it out – I have no secrets from my wife.

I’m looking for Adolf Hitler’s medical records.

They were compiled in 1918 whilst he

was at the Pasewalk military hospital.

And from a reliable source – that is to say, first-hand – I know that

that it is in your possession.

What do you intend to do with the document?

Publish it.

If it contains what I believe it contains,

the public must be made aware of it.

It belongs in the public domain, Kurt.

Yes.

But I say no.

Why?

I shall use this report on my

successor to protect the Reich, should

that gentleman ever dare to harm our country.

But he’s already doing that.

To a considerable extent, I would say.

I myself was interned in one of the illegal camps.

One of my editors sacrificed his life whilst trying to escape.

Thousands of innocent people are being arrested in Germany as we speak.

He’s right, Kurt.

You must play this card before the election.

Now.

No.

Not yet.

Come along.

Brunner, NSDAP.

Security check. Where is the hall?

This way, please.

Everyone out of here.

Get out. Security check.

You there, Maître!

Come along, I need to have a word with you.

For me, observing the specific etiquette

this evening is of the utmost importance.

Food and drink should first be served to

the hosts, you and your wife, and only

afterwards should the guests of honour be served.

Yes, of course, but …

You know what?

My wife isn’t even sitting next to me.

Mmm.

Come along, I’ll show you.

She’s sitting over there.

That’s why I’m the only one who’s being served first.

Me first, then everyone else.

And all at the same time. Including my wife.

Wegener thinks very highly of your culinary expertise.

Don’t let me down.

What’s that?

Those are ventilation inlets.

Check them.

Clean.

Have you inspected everything? - Yes, Herr Obersturmbannführer.

Move out!

Come along.

Rath?

Please let me in. Please let me in!

Alfred!

What on earth is going on here?

Mrs Nyssen.

Wegener, why are all these people standing round outside?

Security inspection, Mrs Nyssen.

But they were all here just a moment ago.

We, too, must check the entire room

for possible hiding places for explosives.

Oh, I see, yes, of course.

Goodness me.

In the floor under the table, the ventilation grilles.

Have you checked them? – Just checked them; everything’s fine.

Thank you.

That’s what we’re here for. – Good.

Where is my husband?

In his private chambers, my lady.

Well then …

It’ll be all right. Ah!

Oh.

Well now, my dear ones and my naughty boys and girls,

at last she’s back with us after a long stay abroad.

The unique, divine Habanera!

Oh, I see!

What’s the matter? The boys belong to me.

Play!

Go on, play! Carry on, girls!

Charlotte? Reinhold.

How are you? Fine.

I was worried. ‘Worried’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Thanks for the key, too.

Have you seen Gereon?

– No. – Rath?

Yes. I saw him.

He was with me at the radio station this afternoon.

This afternoon? And what did he want?

He asked me to return to the studio, tonight at 9 pm.

Exactly ten minutes after the signal, switch on the direct line.

The Reichstag, you say? Yes.

Get changed straight away.

Don’t forget your badge. I’ll call a taxi.

Now? Yes, straight away!

I’ll be waiting for you outside.

Good evening, Mr President of the Reichstag.

Maître, one last little thing has just occurred to me.

We’ll change the seating arrangement.

I …

shall sit here.

Him …

we’ll seat him here.

In your seat, Mother.

What shall we do now?