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Previously on Babylon Berlin:

I want the medical file of Private Hitler

from his stay in Pasewalk in November 1918.

You can waste your time and beat something out of me.

But you won't find what you are looking for.

Then I wish you good luck in the new German Reich

as a personal enemy of Reich Chancellor Adolf Hitler.

Everyone, get in!

Go!

Get a move on. Faster!

Henning! Czerwinski!

Grenadier, pull yourself together!

Shoot! Shoot, kiddo!

This is the guy I told you about. Has poor eyesight, speaks German poorly.

Well, then, come with me.

Edgar.

What's up?

Gereon, where were you?!

You want to blow something up and make me an accomplice without saying a word to me!

I'm sick of it!

For one square meter, you need around 20 milliliter carbon disulfide solution.

You can order it in any pharmacy.

Impossible to trace who bought what where.

And then this.

One centimeter is enough.

Looks like amber, but it's white phosphorus.

Heat it up a little and it dissolves.

Then pour it into here.

The glass of light bulbs, it breaks the easiest.

Besides, they fit comfortably in your hand.

At first, nothing happens.

But once the carbon disulfide evaporates,

the white phosphorus will self-ignite upon contact with air.

Could you show us how that works right here?

Of course.

If you use it indoors, you only need a constant draft.

Opening a door is usually enough.

For Göring's operation, we'd need large amounts of this... tincture.

As you can see, we've made provisions.

So when does the show start?

Just you wait.

An attack on the Reich Chancellor?

But you can't...

We can't kill a politician!

A human being!

We can.

Probably lots of people.

This is murder.

I'm not going along with that.

You don't have to.

-I'm not a murderer. -I know.

-I... -But you become a murderer if you do that.

You see the reason why I didn't tell you anything?

-Charlotte. -Don't you dare!

Farewell.

FEBRUARY 27, 1933 10:15 A.M.

ALL KINDS OF SEAFOOD

QUALITY FRESHNESS FRESH FISH ON EVERY TABLE

They didn't publish it.

Not Le Monde. Not Paris-Soir. None of the French papers.

Why not?

PUBLICATION REJECTED STOP

NEED ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS STOP SIGNED WEISS

We will take appropriate steps now.

Tonight.

Where?

The Nyssen family estate.

Castle Liebenberg.

That is where the leading figures from the business world and high finance,

the highest-ranking Nazis, and the Reich Chancellor are meeting tonight.

We won't be getting a second chance like this.

Edgar.

It is what is known as a "nonofficial dinner,"

which will take place tonight at 7:30 p.m. in the main hall.

The hosts are Alfred and Helga Nyssen.

Along with 12 other major industrialists and bankers,

they will receive a part of the leadership of the NSDAP.

The Reich Chancellor is also expected to attend.

For our operation to succeed,

it is crucial that the number of people

who are privy to every detail of the plan remain small.

In short, we're all gathered here in this room.

Mr. Wegener has hired a catering company that I run.

I handpicked the employees myself.

They will all follow my instructions.

We'll both be there to oversee the preparations.

You are our outpost.

According to the plan, Hitler will arrive last.

By eight p.m. at the latest.

His seat in the hall is directly across from the host, Alfred Nyssen.

Between them is a recess in the parquet floor. That's where we'll place the bomb.

Just before the guests arrive, I will make sure that the hall is cleared out.

Then we need to place the dynamite very quickly and precisely.

There are two ways to ignite it.

A timer that is placed directly on the explosive.

When the timer runs out, the device triggers the explosion.

The advantage is clear. We can get to safety.

-And the disadvantage? -We set a specific time for the explosion.

A wired igniter, however, is much more difficult to install.

The cable must be routed through a hole in the floor

into the basement and from there through a window to the outside.

You then run the cable to your position in the park,

connect it there to the detonator, and at the agreed-upon time, you set it off.

The deadline is 9 p.m.

That's how it should be.

After the successful assassination,

you fire a flare into the sky

so that the doctor, who is already inside the Reichstag,

receives the signal that he may enter the plenary hall.

There is a microphone in the plenary chamber

that is directly and 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 House will also be waiting for the light signal.

And after exactly ten minutes, activate the dedicated line to the Reichstag.

All of Germany will be listening

when you announce the deaths of Hitler and his helpers.

That's perfectly natural, Alfred.

The host takes one side and the guest of honor sits across from him.

Why won't you sit next to me?

I have another nice seat very close to our guests.

But you need to be by my side.

The Führer won't be bringing a lady, either.

On your left will be Göring and on your right von Papen.

Papen will take your place?

I'm plowing the field the right way, Alfred, please don't worry.

There's no end to this humiliation.

And your pride is that of a wimp.

I hold all the cards in my hand. All of them.

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

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

-if that Austrian doesn't shape up. -But I know that, Alfred.

Where does she want to sit?

The wife.

Look, this is where I sit.

And what do you think, who'll sit next to her?

I'll take care of the President of the Reichstag while you take on Mr. Hitler.

There you have it, son.

Alfred, are you unwell?

She won't listen to me.

-And? -Good news.

You are not wanted. At least not officially.

-Sure? -Yes.

After court, I went to police headquarters.

They assured me that there are no charges against you.

Good. Very good.

-Still, I would recommend you don't... -No.

Come on, take your coat off and come. You are needed.

-Mr. Litten. Good thing you're here. -Good morning, Mrs. Behnke.

Would you be so kind

as to help Mr. Heymann beat out the carpet in the courtyard?

Then I can mop the floor.

Mr. Heymann.

Thanks.

You can't go to the editorial office.

Someone has to report on what's happening in this election campaign right now.

I'll contribute a testimonial.

Straight from the heart of the new National Socialist reality.

Maybe this will prompt one or another reader

to check the correct box in two weeks.

Only under public pressure will they prosecute the murder of Katelbach.

At least as manslaughter.

And I'll challenge the jurisdiction

regarding the illegality of these camps, what did you call them again?

Concentration camps.

In any case, 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 accommodate us one bit.

Otto, we must take action!

This is a one-time event.

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

Let's take a chance on it.

Just one meeting, Comrade Chairman.

Come on, don't be so formal, young lady.

Alright.

If you like.

It won't be my fault if it fails.

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

Alright. But then right away tomorrow at ten.

They're beating us to it.

The meeting has already been set.

When and where?

Tomorrow morning at ten at the Reichstag.

-KPD and SPD. United. -Looks like it.

What?

This meeting must not take place under any circumstances.

But how can we possibly prevent that now?

We could have Thälmann and Wels arrested under some pretext.

That's too obvious.

That's how you create martyrs.

If at all, we have to put an end to this red rabble once and for all.

We'll move our event up.

-Honestly? I don't know if that's doable. -It is.

With the help of the SA.

The laws are all ready to go in my drawer.

Alright. I'll take care of it.

And the lists of those to be arrested.

I'll have them copied and distributed.

Right, you are lucky, ladies.

Today, I need all of you for Political.

Please go upstairs.

In an orderly fashion if you don't mind.

One after the other.

Get ready. From now on, we need to know where you are at all times.

BROADCASTING HOUSE

You are now listening to the beautiful old German folk song "In A Cool Valley."

Performed by Emil Engels and Robert Faustmann.

Accompanied by Ludwig Nelsen and Frederik Baumgarten.

In a cool valley

A mill turns night and day

And there my love was dwelling

Before she went away

And there my love was dwelling

Before she went away

For when I hear the mill-wheel

I know not what I will

I fain would die, then surely

It would at last be still

I fain would die, then surely

It would at last be still

-What's this? -Arrest warrants.

-Who are you doing this for? -Political.

POLITICAL POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Councilor Wendt is busy.

What kind of stunt is this, Sebald?

That's beyond my knowledge, sir.

Oh, come on!

Hold on!

What are the people on those lists accused of?

High treason.

We have clear evidence that communists and social democrats are planning a coup.

It is a vast and ramified network that extends through all strata of society.

Right down into our own ranks.

Okay, thank you. Goodbye.

Mr. Gräf.

Mr. Böhm.

Homicide department, Weber speaking.

I need to speak with Miss Ritter. Right away.

Do you know where I can find her?

You mean because of the lists?

I've been calling all over the place.

Inspector, Mr. Gräf, please come.

Dr. Dresse?

What can you tell me about Hitler's medical file?

Not so loud.

Who has the file and what does it say?

Yes?

I don't have the file.

I didn't expect that. That would be your death sentence.

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

But for other people, this file is a kind of life insurance, if you get my drift.

Whom are you talking about?

It worked.

They'll let you through with this.

Tonight.

SA-ID.

What are you doing here?

The detective superintendent was so kind as to inform me where you are.

Gennat?

Come, I need to tell you something.

You mustn't go back to your apartment. Under no circumstances.

Your name is on a list. As well as Inspector Rath's.

You are both in mortal danger.

You need to leave the city, you need to leave the country.

As soon as possible.

I do have another question, Miss Ritter.

What did Rath want to do with the brandy?

Rath wants to blow up Hitler.

When?

I don't know, I'm not in the loop.

This must be called off. Wendt knows something.

It's going to fail. You need to warn Rath.

How do you know about Wendt?

For better or worse, I'm working for Councilor Wendt now.

He didn't give me a choice, Miss Ritter.

He wants the medical file, but not for Hitler. He wants it 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? -It's from Gräf.

The keys to his apartment.

Charlotte, you need to find Rath.

Warn him.

And get out of the city. Both of you.

I'm afraid Inspector Rath doesn't want to be helped.

But he doesn't have a choice.

Dear colleagues,

as my presence in our editorial office could become... unpleasant,

I have asked you all to come here today

to discuss the future direction of our publication.

Elections are scheduled for March 5.

Hundreds of opposition members are in custody, thousands will follow.

The situation forces us to abandon our journalistic restraint.

We must now become campaigners ourselves or we are doomed.

Let's get down to business.

This obituary for our...

colleague Samuel Katelbach will be today's lead story.

In it, we name names.

Starting today, we will be printing the names of those who have disappeared

and been murdered on page two.

We will continue to add to this list in every issue leading up to the election.

It is likely...

that there will be consequences. I've experienced them firsthand.

I wouldn't wish anything like that on any of you.

You are free to leave, of course.

I can't blame you for that, because after all,

I hired reporters, not martyrs. You decide.

But you have do decide soon.

No.

Right now.

I have a family.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Let's get to work.

Dear Mr. Heymann, dear Mr. Litten, now that Mr. Katelbach is no longer with me,

I have decided to take on a project that we had both come up with, but on my own.

You won't find me here when you return to this apartment.

Therefore, I would like to include a few practical and necessary explanations,

which, if followed, should make your stay

on Bayreuther Strasse as pleasant as possible.

First of all, rent.

The amount of 88 Reichsmarks is to be paid

to Ministerial Director AD Gustav Roma,

who expects payment on time by the fourth of each month.

Air out the rooms thoroughly for two minutes every day to prevent mold growth

and ensure a pleasant indoor climate.

If you would like to sublet my room in the meantime,

I recommend dividing the costs based on the size of the rooms.

Quiet and clean tenants are preferable.

I am leaving my hometown with one suitcase and a small investment

which, thanks to some frugality over many years, I've even been able to expand.

SHARE 100 REICHSMARK

I will be traveling for a while and try

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

I wish both of you all the very best.

Strength and good fortune in all your endeavors.

Warm regards to both of you. Your friend, Elisabeth Behnke.

PLATFORM 19

Elisabeth, one can only write about Vienna without getting too sentimental,

with a smile and a bit of grumbling.

But even in this way, you can be captivated by a city

and fall in love with it.

And maybe it's not even the worst way.

Those who truly love don't sing love songs.

Mr. Heymann, a personal question. Do you know where Inspector Rath is?

Rath?

-No. I haven't seen him since our escape. -Thank you.

And not a word about Dresse.

-Of course, Mrs. Ritter. -Please keep this confidential.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Potocnik, you won't believe this.

I bet you won't guess it.

Who most recently requested the medical file.

Who?

Ten to one on you getting it wrong.

Hindenburg?

That was not bad, try again. One level below.

Mr. Reich Chancellor, please excuse the late interruption.

What's the matter?

Spill it. I don't keep secrets from my wife.

I'm looking for the medical file of Adolf Hitler.

It was drawn up in 1918 during his stay at the field hospital in Pasewalk.

And I have it on good authority, that is, firsthand,

I know that it is in your possession.

-What do you want with this document? -Publish it.

If it contains what I believe it contains, the German public needs to know.

This needs to be made public, Kurt.

Yes. But I say no.

Why?

I will use this report on my so-called successor to protect the Reich.

Should that gentleman ever dare to harm our country.

But he already does.

And I'd say to a considerable extent.

I myself was interned in one of the illegal camps.

One of my best editors sacrificed his life while fleeing.

Thousands of innocent people are being arrested right now in Germany.

He's right, Kurt.

You need to play that card before the elections.

Now.

No.

Not yet.

Come.

Brunner, NSDAP.

Security check. Where is the hall?

Please.

Everybody out.

Out. Security check.

You, Maître!

Come with me, I have something to discuss with you.

For me, observing the specific etiquette this evening is of the utmost importance.

Food and drinks should first be served to the hosts alone,

that is, to you and your wife, and only then should the guests of honor be served.

Yes, of course, but...

You know what?

My wife won't be sitting next to me.

Come, let me show you.

She'll be sitting over here.

And that's why I'm the only one who gets preferential treatment.

First me and then everyone else.

And at the same time. My wife, too.

Wegener thinks highly of your culinary expertise.

Don't disappoint me.

What's this?

Those are vents for ventilation.

Check them.

Clean.

-Everything checked? -Yes, sir, Obersturmbannführer.

Marching off.

Come on.

Rath?

Please let me go in.

Alfred?

What's going on in here?

Mrs. Nyssen.

Wegener, why are people all standing around outside?

Security check, Mrs. Nyssen.

But they've all been here already.

We, too, must search the entire area for possible hiding places for explosives.

I see. Right, of course.

My goodness.

In the floor, under the table.

-The air vents, have you seen them? -We just checked them. Everything fine.

Thank you.

-That's what we're here for. -Fine. And where is my husband?

In his private quarters, my lady.

SMOKING

Well, both my dear and my mischievous boys and girls,

she's finally back with us after a long stay abroad.

The one and only divine Habanera!

Whether it rains, whether it hails

Whether it snows Or whether there's lightning

Whether there's dawn or thunder Whether you're freezing or sweating

Whether it's sunny or cloudy Whether it's thawing or pouring

Whether it's drizzling Whether it's raining lightly

Whether you're coughing Whether you're sneezing

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything

Why? Why are they to blame?

Kid, you don't get it They're to blame

And neither do you They're to blame

It's the Jews' fault It's their fault, and it's their fault

If you don't believe it It's their fault

The Jews are to blame for everything Absolutely everything

Oh, I see.

Whether the phone is busy Whether the bathtub is leaking

Whether your income Has been miscalculated

Whether the sausage tastes like soap

Whether you didn't bake on Sunday Whether the Prince of Wales is gay

Whether the furniture creaks at night Whether your dog has hard stools

What's the matter?

The boys are with me.

Play!

Go on, play!

Keep playing, girls.

That the snow is so white And, what do they say, cold

That fire, on the other hand, is hot

And that trees stand in the forest

That a rose isn't an onion And that ground meat is ground

That Heine isn't so bad

And that Einstein is quite talented

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything

It's all the Jews' fault

The Jews are to blame for everything...

-Charlotte? -Reinhold.

-How are you? -Fine.

I was worried. "Worried" doesn't even begin to describe it.

Thanks for the key.

Have you seen Gereon?

-No. -Rath?

-Yes. -I saw him.

He was at Broadcasting House with me this afternoon.

-This afternoon? -What did he want?

He asked me to come back to the studio tonight at 9 p.m.

Exactly ten minutes after the signal, you turn on the direct line.

-Reichstag, you said? -Yes.

Get changed as fast as you can. Don't forget your badge. I'll call a cab.

-Now? -Yes, right now.

I'll wait for you outside.

Good evening, Mr. President of the Reichstag.

Maître, one last little thing just occurred to me.

We'll change the seating plan.

I...

will sit here.

Him...

we'll put here. On your seat, Mother.

What do we do now?

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges