Original subtitles

Central Film Studio of Children's and Youth Films

named after M. GORKY

By commission of the State Committee of the Council of Ministers of the USSR

on Television and Radio Broadcasting

SEVENTEEN MOMENTS OF SPRING

PART 6

Starring

Stierlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV

Pastor Schlag - Rostislav PLYATT

Kät - Ekaterina GRADOVA

Gabi Nabel - Svetlana SVETLICHNAYA

Frau Saurich - Emiliya MILTON

Schellenberg - Oleg TABAKOV

Müller - Leonid BRONEVOY

Rolf - Alexei SAFONOV

Insurance agent - Viktor SHCHEGLOV

Narrated by Yefim KOPELYAN

Good evening, Pastor.

Sorry I'm so late. Were you sleeping?

Good evening. I was sleeping, but it's alright.

-Sorry again. -I've already forgiven you. Come in.

I'll just turn on the light over there.

This way.

Has anything happened?

Yes. It has.

This way.

-Thank you. Where should I sit? -Here.

Pastor, who's been staying with you the past few days?

What's this? An interrogation?

No.

-So that means I don't have to answer? -You must answer.

What if I refuse?

-You won't. -Why?

When you answer, I'll explain why.

One man has been staying with me.

-Who is he? -I don't know.

-Did he tell you his name? -No.

Did you ask him?

No, I didn't. He begged for shelter.

He was in bad shape. I couldn't turn him away.

Impressive, how confidently you're lying to me.

He told you he was a Marxist.

You argued with him like he was a communist.

He's not a communist, Pastor, and never has been.

He's my agent - a Gestapo provocateur.

I see...

I treated him like a human being.

I don't care whether he's a communist or your agent.

He begged me to save him, so I couldn't refuse.

You couldn't refuse him.

And you don't care whether he's a communist or a Gestapo agent.

And what if real people end up on the gallows

because you care about an abstraction? Does that matter to you?

Definitely.

It matters to me.

And to be even more concrete,

the first to face the gallows will be your sister and her kids -

does that matter to you?

That's the ultimate evil.

But to say you don't care who's in front of you -

a communist or a Gestapo agent - is an even greater evil.

Such evil is dogmatic, and therefore truly dreadful.

Sit down. Listen to me.

Your talk with my agent was recorded.

No, that was his doing, not mine.

I don't know what's become of him. He sent me a strange letter.

Besides, they won't believe him without the tape - I destroyed it.

As for your sister,

she'll be arrested the moment you cross into Switzerland.

But I've no intention of crossing the Swiss border.

You shall cross it.

And I'll make sure your sister comes to no harm.

You're like a werewolf.

It's hard to trust you - you've got too many faces.

You've no choice, so trust me.

You'll cross the Swiss border

to save your family, won't you?

I will.

I'll go there to save their lives.

Why don't you ask what you're to do in Switzerland?

If I told you to blow up a church, you'd refuse, wouldn't you?

You're a clever man, and no doubt you've figured out what's in my power

and what doesn't.

Quite right. Do you pity Germany?

I pity the Germans.

All right.

Do you think a swift peace is a way out for the Germans?

It's a way out for Germany.

That's sophistry, pastor.

It's a way out for the Germans, for Germany - and for mankind.

We do not fear death. Our time has come.

Besides, we're merely lonely old men.

And the children?

I'm listening.

What names can you give

of your old friends from the anti-war movement?

Does the dictatorship need pacifists?

No, the dictatorship has no use for pacifists.

They're needed by those who can judge the moment with reason, realising

that every day of war brings fresh, needless victims.

Will Hitler enter negotiations?

Hitler won't negotiate, but there are others...

who maight will.

Yes, but... that's premature talk.

First, I need guarantees that once you're there, you'll meet people

who can help you enter into negotiations

with the envoys of the Western states.

Who can help you with that?

Would the President of Switzerland be acceptable?

No, that won't do. Official channels aren't serious ones.

I'm interested in members of the clergy who have influence in the world.

The clergy -

all of them carry weight in this world.

I have many friends there. I...

It'd be naive to make promises,

but I hope to talk with influential people.

Let's take the former minister, Krauze.

He's respected in the West.

But they'll ask me whom I represent.

The Germans.

If they ask who exactly will conduct the negotiations,

ask who exactly will conduct them on behalf of the West.

-Through the contacts I'll give you. -Through what?

We'll go over the details later.

Right now what matters is reaching a basic agreement.

And where's the guarantee that my sister and her children

won't end up on the gallows?

Didn't I have you released from jail?

Yes.

Do you think that was easy?

I don't think so.

With that tape in my hands -

your conversation with the provocateur, where you criticize the Führer -

don't you think I could've had you burned?

Absolutely.

Then you have my answer.

Your sister will be safe

as long as you do what any man

mourning for the Germans, the old and the children, must do.

Is that a threat?

No, just a warning.

If you act otherwise,

I'll be powerless to save your sister.

When will it all take place?

As soon as it's needed.

And when might that be?

Soon. And one last thing -

if anyone asks about our conversation...

I won't say a word.

I want to believe you.

Between the two of us,

who's taking the greater risk?

What do you think?

I'd say you are risking more.

Right.

Are you sincere in wanting to find peace for the Germans?

I am.

Did this idea of peace come to you only recently?

What can I say...

It's hard to be fully honest, Pastor.

And the more honest I am,

the more of a liar I may seem to you.

This mission...

of mine.

What exactly am I supposed to do?

I can't steal documents or shoot from around the corner.

First, it won't take long to learn.

Second, I'm not asking you to shoot from around the corner.

Your contacts may come in handy.

You'll tell your friends

that Himmler, through a certain envoy -

I'll give the name later -

is provoking the West.

You'll explain to them that this man of Himmler's

can't truly desire peace.

You'll show them that he's a provocateur,

with no real weight even in the SS.

Explain to him that dealing with this man

is not just foolish - it's downright ridiculous.

You'll stress again: it's sheer madness

to enter negotiations with the SS, with Himmler.

You'll tell your friends

they must negotiate with other people.

And you'll give them

the names influential,

honest, and daring people.

But all in good time.

We'll discuss it later.

Is anyone else in the house besides the servants?

No servants either.

My sister and her children have gone to relatives in the country.

-May I check the house? -Go ahead.

08 Mar 1945 7:10 p.m.

-Good evening, Mr. Bolzen. -Good evening.

Your cigarettes.

Here you go.

A bottle of champagne, please.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

I'm listening.

Good evening, Doctor Bolzen.

Good evening, Frau Saurich.

Frau Saurich, I have an idea.

Yes? I'll go get the chessboard.

No, no.

You see, I have

some ham at home.

-What do you have? -Excellent ham.

-You're kidding. -I'm not.

I'd like to invite you over for some of that ham.

In the living room.

Oh, my...

-And what about Gabi? -Is she here today?

Oh, my... Gabi!

Gabi, we're going to Mr. Bolzen's for supper.

I'll be waiting in the car.

That's great, huh, Gabi?

Now I'll play another piece.

Dedication, by Schumann.

All right, I'll play it now.

Such a wonderful evening we're having!

Right.

Gabi.

How I wish someday

I could do something nice for you, Mr. Bolzen.

Then tell me my fortune.

Your fortune?

What would you like to know?

Well, let's say...

When will the war be over?

It's already over.

Really?

In a sense, yes.

If we'd realized it sooner,

We'd all be better off had we realized it sooner.

Don't you think so?

Anyway, I didn't say it to you.

I'd better play for you, and you dance.

Haven't seen anyone dance in ages.

I'm ready.

I often ask myself

why you're so gentle with Frau Saurich?

She says you remind her of her elder son.

Maybe she reminds you of your mother?

Then why?

It's just that, of all the people in this world,

I love old people and children the most.

I see. I don't belong to either group.

No, Gabi.

10 Mar 1945 9:45 a.m.

Doctor on duty.

If she asks you to call anywhere or send a note,

call me right away,

at work, at home, anytime - it doesn't matter.

And if she has any visitors,

call this number.

It's just three minutes from you.

Detain the visitor under any pretext -

under any.

Good morning, Frau Kinn.

How are things? How's the little one?

Thank you.

He started to cry.

So I relaxed.

I was worried that since I was shell-shocked, something

might've affected his voice.

But the doctors examined him, and there's nothing wrong.

Thank God.

Poor kids.

So much suffering for babies just entering this world,

this harsh world.

-And I have news for you. -Good news?

In our time all news is bad,

but for you, it's more good than bad.

Thank you very much, I'll never forget your kindness.

That's all right. Tell me, how's your head?

Better.

Anyway, I don't feel so dizzy

and I don't have those exhausting fits of sickness.

Those are the symptoms of a concussion.

Right.

But if not for my hair, the boy might never have been born.

This hair cushioned the blow of that metal beam.

Come on, why the hair? You have fabulous hair.

I admired it so much during my first visit.

Did you use any special shampoos?

Yes, I did.

My uncle sent me from Sweden

Iranian henna and first-class American shampoos.

By the way, about your uncle. Does he have a telephone in Stockholm?

I really don't remember. It seems my husband didn't call there.

Our company will arrange a telephone talk with your uncle

as soon as the doctors permit you to get up.

Those neutral Swedes are rolling in money,

and he ought to help you out.

You'll let him hear on the line how the baby is crying,

and he'll melt.

And now listen to this.

I arranged it with the executives of our firm.

We'll make the first payment

in the next few days without rechecking your insurance,

but for this we need the names of two guarantors.

Of who?

Of two people

who could vouch for...

I'm just a clerk, please don't be angry.

Who would honestly vouch for you.

Once again I beg you to understand me correctly.

Who on earth can guarantee that?

Don't you have any friends?

Such friends?

I don't believe so.

Okay, do you know anyone else?

People who could confirm they knew your husband?

I know.

Is he alive?

Yes.

Where is he.

Has he been here?

No. He's in the hospital.

I believe he's alive.

I've been looking for him.

-In every hospitals? -Yes.

And in military hospitals, too?

Why do you think he might be in a military hospital?

He's a war invalid, an officer, isn't he?

He was unconscious, so he could have been taken to any military hospital.

Now I don't worry about you.

You're thinking clearly and definitely getting better.

Soon you'll need to go out - the boy needs fresh air.

These days, fresh air is the best remedy.

Meanwhile, give me the names of some of your friends,

your husband's friends.

Sir, try speaking to

retired General Fritz Nusch.

He lives in Rahnsdorf.

He's my husband's old acquaintance.

I pray to God that he

remains kind to us.

Fritz Nusch.Rahnsdorf. Do you remember the street name?

No, I don't.

They may refuse to give a general's address at the bureau.

He's very old, no longer in the army, over 80.

And what about his mind?

What?

I'm afraid he might be senile.

These old geezers cause most of the world's trouble.

Oh, come on, sir,

the general is very kind.

Okay, who else?

Try...

contacting Frau...

Aihelbrenner.

She lives in Potsdam.

Kmellitse Street, a private house.

Thank you. That's already something.

I'll try to make these people your guarantors.

And one more thing.

Your concierge identified two of the bags they found as yours.

Yes, tomorrow in the morning I'll come here together with him,

and we'll open these bags in his and in your doctor's presence.

Maybe, you'll give instructions right on the spot.

I'll exchange the unnecessary stuff for the things for our little one.

Thank you.

God will repay your kindness.

God never forgets kind deeds.

-Are you a Lutheran? -No.

My family has always belonged to the Catholic church...

I'm a Lutheran. But it doesn't matter.

What matters is to have God in your soul.

And, finally, the last thing.

Please, sign this request

to make the first payment to you right away.

Here, please.

Thank you.

I wish you a quick recovery.

And kiss your giant for me.

This was Erwin's bag.

He could pick it out of a thousand. The radio transmitter was in it.

Stierlitz didn't know why he went after these people.

He didn't know what his next move would be.

He didn't know that in the lab Kät's fingerprints had been found

not only on the outer side of he bag.

Her fingerprints were found on the frequency panel,

and on the black ebonite earphones.

Put it over there.

TOP SECRET

Personnel File Rolf, Jürgen

SS-Sturmbannführer, Department IV, Reich Security Office.

Character Report: Nazi Party member since 1934,

Rolf, Jürgen, SS-Sturmbannführer.

A true Aryan. Character: Nordic, brave.

Maintains good relations with his colleagues.

Impeccable in the performance of his duties.

Relentless toward the Reich's enemies.

Excellent athlete. Exemplary family man.

No improper associations reported.

Decorated by the Reichsführer-SS.

You're what, getting ready to evacuate?

No, it's a radio transmitter.

Collecting them? And where's the owner?

The owner's wife.

You may go.

I think the owner is dead.

His wife is in the hospital with a newborn.

A newborn would be the last straw for us.

Yeah, that bitch is out of her mind too.

What are you going to do? You can't interrogate her in that state.

If you ask me, that's the perfect state for interrogation.

Usually we drag things out, waiting for God knows what.

That idiot from the department showed her a photo of the bags.

He asked if she could identify her belongings.

She won't escape.

Her baby's there, and no one's allowed in the nursery.

I don't think she'd run off and abandon her baby.

Still...

God only knows.

I've decided to bring her here today.

Makes sense. Did you post guards there?

We need to keep an eye on possible contacts.

We put our nurse there and replaced the janitor with our man.

Then why bring her here?

You'll blow the whole thing. What if she tries to make contact?

I'm torn myself. I'm afraid she might come to her senses.

You know how those Russians are.

You have to take them while they're weak and off guard.

Why do you think she's Russian?

That's how it all started.

While in labor, she was screaming in Russian.

Where is she now?

At the Charité. It takes ten minutes to bring her here.

Get her here fast.

Although... we might ruin the whole operation.

It could get interesting if she starts making contact.

You think their people aren't checking every hospital for her?

We haven't looked into that possibility yet.

I'm handing it over to you. It's not too late to start.

See you. Good luck.

It's an interesting case.

Very interesting. The main thing is not to rush it.

Don't report to the big shots. They'll just push you to rush.

Okay, yes. Why did I come to see you?

What a fool I've become. I wanted to ask for a sleeping pill.

Everyone knows you've got effective Swedish sleeping pills.

That's true.

It's always the last phrase that's remembered.

Stierlitz worked that out like a mathematical proof.

It's important how you start the conversation you need,

but the art of ending it is far more important.

Now, if Rolf were asked who came and why,

he'd say it was Stierlitz, who came to ask

for Swedish sleeping pills.

Rolf supplied half the department with sedatives.

His uncle was a chemist.

Brigadeführer, I'd better pretend to be sick, though I really am,

and take ten days off at a sanatorium, or I'll crack.

What's happened? What's wrong with you?

Don't panic, but I think we're all under Müller's watchful eye.

What's happened?

Yesterday, that idiotic tailing incident on Friedrichstrasse.

And today, something even worse.

They caught a Russian with a transmitter, apparently very active.

I've been hunting that transmitter for eight months,

but for some reason the case was handed to Rolf -

who knows as much about radio games as a rabbit knows about geometry.

No. Don't do that.

It'll start the usual fight between intelligence and counterintelligence.

Give me authorization.

I'll bring this Russian in myself and run the first interrogation.

Call it wishful thinking, but I'll do a better job than Rolf.

Then we can turn her over to him officially.

For me, duty comes first, not ambition.

Go. I'll call the Reichsführer.

Maybe it's better if I go myself. I hate these backroom games...

Go do your job.

Then we'll talk about the pastor. We'll need him in two or three days.

-I can't do two things at once. -Yes, you can.

A secret agent either breaks right away or never breaks at all,

except in rare cases when Müller's thugs use

their special methods.

We'll know the score within the first few hours.

If she doesn't talk,

we'll hand her over to Müller and let them deal with it.

But if she does, the credit's ours, and we'll be one up on Müller.

Go.

March 10, 1945. 2:20 p.m.

-Bring Frau Kinn's clothes, please. -Okay.

And make sure no one's in the hallway.

Frau Kinn, get ready.

You've lost the game.

A secret agent must know how to lose with dignity.

I know you'll deny everything, but it's pointless.

We've intercepted your 40 coded radio messages.

They'll bring your clothes now, and you'll come with me.

I guarantee your life and your child's life,

if you agree to cooperate with us.

If you refuse to cooperate, I can't guarantee anything.

Would you step out while I'm getting dressed?

I'll turn away.

I'll turn away and keep talking, and you can think about your answer.

I'm not going to answer you at all.

I have nothing to say.

Honestly, I don't understand what's going on. I'm too weak.

There must be a mistake, and it'll be cleared up soon.

My husband is an officer -

a disabled veteran.

Come on, we have your transmitter.

And your messages. They've been deciphered.

This is evidence you cannot deny.

We require only one thing from you - your consent to cooperate.

That is all.

And I strongly advise you...

to accept my offer.

First,

tell us everything you know.

No matter how little.

And second,

accept my proposal

and promptly, within three days,

begin working for us.

Stierlitz spoke abruptly, clearly and loudly

so anyone within earshot could hear him well.

He tried to signal to Kät that the main points would come later.

He saw that Kät understood and waited.

But, to say what would determine their next moves -

Stierlitz had no idea.

For some reason he feared his car had been bugged.

God knows why he became scared

that his car had been bugged.

So he planned to speak the key words only in the hallway.

He'd have about two minutes - he'd calculated on the way to the ward.

The baby is ready.

It's hard for you to carry the baby, I can carry him into the car.

That's okay, Frau Kinn will carry the baby herself.

And make sure there are no patients in the hallway.

Listen to me, girl, listen very carefully.

They'll give you some intel to pass along to our people.

Negotiate. Demand guarantees. Demand they let you keep the baby.

Don't give in until they threaten the baby.

They might be recording us, so stick to this story when I question you.

You don't know the code. Our messages haven't been decoded.

Erwin did the decoding. You're just a radio operator.

I'll handle the rest.

Erwin went to meet a contact in the Kantstrasse-Rahnsdorf area.

You don't know who he is. Say: "A Foreign Ministry man came to Erwin."

In the car I'll show you his photo. Got it?

This man from the Foreign Ministry

was the Eastern Department Councilor, Heinz Kortner.

He was killed in a car crash a week ago.

It was a false lead.

Checking that lead would make the Gestapo lose 10-15 days.

And now even one day counts.

Here you are.

Take the prisoner to room 15.

I'll be interrogating her there.

Prisoner to room 15.

Come in.

In two hours Rolf will report to Müller

that the Russian radio operator vanished from the clinic.

Two local police units will be put on high alert.

The nurse on duty and the ward nurse will be arrested.

And in another hour Schellenberg will call Müller.

Hi, buddy.

Good evening.

Excuse me. One moment, please.

It's important - if they try to find you, they'll have to come to me.

That's the second point.

Yes, I'm listening.

Stierlitz has a surprise for us all.

He brought in the Russian radio operator, and she agreed to work for us.

Müller already knew.

He'd studied the transcript for an hour

comparing the Russian interrogation record

with the tape his service had obtained in its rivalry

with Schellenberg's department.

The Reichsführer congratulated him on the success.

In truth, Stierlitz was laying it on the line.

He realized the code had not been cracked.

It was practically impossible to break it,

since it was his personal code and the Gestapo had no key.

The messages sent to Stierlitz from Central used a different key,

which the radio operator might not know about.

That was the codebreaker's job,

and the codebreaker kept quiet because he was buried under the rubble.

At the interrogation he and Kät played their parts well.

Still, Stierlitz kept asking himself

if he had the right to bring Kät to prison at all.

Kathrin Kinn,

Katya Kozlova?

Yes, he could have taken her to Babelsberg,

given her an apartment and issued a new ID.

But that would have meant saving Kät's life at the cost

of dooming the operation -

an operation that could shape Europe's future.

He realized that by abducting Kät from the hospital,

the entire Gestapo would be put on high alert.

And if she escaped,

every lead would point back to him.

He, too, would have to disappear underground.

That would mean the operation's failure.

If he were certain Katya would remain under his control,

and Müller wouldn't get his hands on her,

he wouldn't be so tormented

and wouldn't be asking himself the same question: was he right or wrong?

He could have placed her in a safe radio apartment under SS guard.

When the opportunity came, he'd arrange for

Kät and her baby to disappear so no one could trace them.

He probably could have arranged that later.

For Kät and her baby to disappear so no one could track them down.

Even now, despite the desperate situation at the front,

and the massive waves of refugees in the heart of the country,

the Gestapo continued to operate very efficiently.

Every other man informed on his neighbor,

while the neighbor, in turn, pointed the finger at the informant.

Only a very naive person, unfamiliar with the structure

of the German secret police,

could think it was possible to escape in all this chaos.

Don't get upset - it's our common cause, and the outcome is what matters.

Does it really matter who gets the credit, or who gets the praise?

I don't like sweets.

Let's get back to the tape.

I must admit.

Stierlitz is very skilled.

Listen to how well he's coached her.

No need to remind you of this basic truth -

that in Moscow this arrest will mean a verdict against you.

Anyone who ends up in the Gestapo's hands is doomed.

And whoever walks out alive is branded a traitor.

That's the first point.

I'm not going to ask you the names of the agents still at large.

That's not important.

When they come looking for you, they'll come to me - the second point.

And thirdly.

You understand that as a human being,

and as a Reich officer, I can't help feeling sorry for you.

I realize how much you'll suffer

if we're forced to place your baby in an orphanage.

The child will be deprived of his mother forever.

Make no mistake, it's not a threat.

Even if I was against it, I have my superiors.

I can't ignore their orders, I'm a soldier,

and my country is at war with yours.

And finally, fourthly.

At one time we received copies of your films,

shot in Alma-Ata by Moscow studios.

Germans are depicted as fools in them.

If that's true, then why were we

at the Kremlin gates and on the Volga, if we're such idiots?

But now...

Now the Red Army is at Berlin's gates.

Correct.

When we stood at the Kremlin gates, you believed you'd reach Berlin.

Likewise, we're now convinced we'll soon get back to the Kremlin.

But let's drop it.

I'm telling you this for one reason:

Our codebreakers aren't that dumb,

and they've cracked most of your cipher.

Our man can take over your work as a radio operator.

Your operator doesn't know my style.

But at the Central Committee, they know it very well.

Right, but we have your messages recorded on tape.

We can easily train our man to copy your style,

and he'll take over your work.

That'll compromise you completely.

Your homeland will never forgive you. We both know that.

If you act wisely,

I promise you a full alibi before your superiors.

-Impossible. -You're mistaken.

It's quite possible.

Your arrest won't appear in any official records.

You'll be moved into an apartment where your girl will be safe.

-I've got a boy. -Sorry.

Later, if you meet your people, you'll say

that after your husband's death, a man who gave the password found you.

I don't know the password.

You do.

But I'm not asking for it. Those are just romantic details.

You'll say the man who gave the password

brought you to this apartment

and handed you coded messages that you later sent to the Committee.

That's your alibi.

In spy novels and films, they usually give you time to think.

I'm not giving you any. I'm asking you straight:

Yes or no?

That was his only mistake - he mixed up the baby's sex.

The rest was flawless.

Yes.

Can't hear.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes!

Now I can hear you. And no hysterics, please.

You knew the risk when you agreed to work against us.

Here you go.

I have...

one condition.

I'm listening.

After my husband's death...

and after my arrest... I've lost touch...

with my homeland.

I agree to work for you.

If you can guarantee that I'll never again fall

into the hands of my former...

superiors.

She's lost consciousness.

Take the prisoner to the prison hospital.

Make sure she's treated with the utmost courtesy.

It's just nerves. She'll recover.

Play it again, please.

We can't let her slip away. That's certain.

It'd be sheer carelessness.

Especially now, when we're starting this game with the priest.

You think we should've secured the Reichsführer's backing first?

I'm working on it.

And the motives?

There are plenty.

We'll think it over. Congratulations, Stierlitz.

We've outsmarted Müller.

Good. Very good.

Stierlitz was watching "The Woman of My Dreams"

for the sixth time.

He despised that film.

Just seeing Marika Rökk and hearing the music made him feel sick.

Such things, of course, were never taken into account.

This theater was the place where he regularly met

a diplomatic courier named Svensson.

Courier Svensson traveled between Berlin and Stockholm,

supplying Schellenberg's office with various intel.

The report Stierlitz expected today

was of great importance to Schellenberg.

Stierlitz watched "The Woman of My Dreams" for the sixth time that day.

And for the sixth time, he left without meeting his contact.

10 Mar 1945 10:03 p.m.

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To Entrance 6.

To Entrance 6.

To Entrance 6.

To Entrance 6.

This one's for 3.

To Entrance 3.

To Entrance 6.

To Entrance 3.

To the air-raid shelter.

"I should head to the shelter," Stierlitz thought.

"Otherwise they'll get me right here in my office."

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

It was a government hotline office.

Each of these phones was directly connected to the Führer's bunker,

as well as to Bormann's, Goebbels' and Göring's offices.

-Bormann speaking. -Have you received...

-Bormann speaking. -Have you received my letter?

Who's speaking? Hello?

Who is it? Hello?

I'm listening.

You should've received a letter from a loyal party member.

Yes. Good day.

Where are you? Okay, I see.

They understood each other.

Bormann understood that Stierlitz knew all his calls were being tapped.

He knew the man on the other end

knew the Reich's deepest secrets.

Stierlitz, in turn, concluded

that Bormann understood everything he left unsaid,

and that made him feel lucky.

My car's number...

I know. Who'll be driving?

-Does it matter? -Yes.

-One of your drivers... -I know.

He'll be waiting for you tomorrow

at the place and time you set.

Today!

Let's move the time up by two and a half hours.

I mean, this moment.

All right.

-Heil Hitler. -Heil Hitler.

That was Bormann's car.