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BROOKLYN, 1943

So?

You scared?

No.

Why?

I don't know.

I mean, you know.

Well...

I got to go.

Hey. Max, it's okay.

Don't.

You got the next round.

PSYCHIATRIC DIVISION

PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION

SCHIZOPHRENIA

UNFIT TO SERVE.

US ARMY ENLISTMENT DEPARTMENT & PERSONNEL

Yeah, yeah.

You should've hugged him, little brother.

I wonder what she'd be like today.

Mom.

You ever think about that?

Sometimes,

I remembered what Mom used to tell me when I didn't want to go to school.

She'd say, "One day, you're gonna graduate, get married,

and have a kid who you love just as much as I love you.

And it's all gonna be worth it."

But now, I'm grown up

and all I've got is me.

That's it. Just me.

But look at you.

You've got a lovely wife and a great kid.

And it took me a while to realize,

but I'm jealous of you.

You know,

Jimmy, he's eight now.

He hasn't seen you in three years,

and he needs his dad.

Just like we did.

So if you change your mind...

and you want to come home and be with your son

you let me know,

and we'll go home.

Together.

But if you don't...

I never want to fucking see you again.

You understand?

We're not going back, Max.

We're finishing this.

I'm trying to explain this to you. We have to act now.

There's only a handful of these guys going to trial at Nuremberg.

Most of them are going back to their lives

like nothing ever happened.

These fucking Nazis, they...

they escaped through Italy,

and from there, they grab a boat to North Africa

or South America,

but it's trickier for the big fishes to slip through, right?

They need another route.

So the big ones, the top Nazis,

they're all getting out on secret flights.

-Secret flights? -Yeah, that's right. That's right.

They've got secret flights where they're flying out ex-Nazis

and it's all under the table. They're trading antiquities.

That's how they pay to get out, you know.

It's not with money.

It's stolen art and other shit.

Here, look at this.

SHADOWPLAY

What's this?

It's a lost piece by Bach,

never been played before.

You know, classical music.

Apparently, it's worth a shitload because it guarantees safe passage

for some big-time Nazi and his family out of here.

Right on time. Good girl.

-Who is that? -That is Oberlander's wife.

See, she's about to make a payment

to guarantee her and her little Nazi children

safe passage out of town.

Look.

Yeah, here we go.

Hey, look.

That's your boss.

Motherfucker.

Franklin.

Big fucking surprise.

Okay, where's the gun?

It's time to use it.

If he's guilty, he's going to trial.

What do you mean "if"?

You seeing something I'm not seeing?

Don't fucking worry about Tom Franklin.

That's not why I'm here.

I'm here because of you, and now I'm leaving.

You just saw him with your own fucking eyes.

What aren't you getting?

I can't do this anymore.

I can't.

You and I are done.

He's getting away.

No. He's not.

Please.

Again.

Show us how you will activate the bomb.

Again.

Like Karl explained, first prep...

Yes,

first prep.

Before I enter, I insert the detonator into the explosives.

Show me what will you insert into the explosives.

This.

That's the pliers.

I... I... I meant this.

Please. I meant this.

Can I take a break? Just for a moment?

It's all very confusing. Please.

What do you do after you've prepared the explosives?

I enter the station.

Then, I put the briefcase on the floor,

I say I have to go to the toilet, then I leave.

No. First, you crush the copper tube

so the acid can leak through.

That's what I meant. Sorry.

You can take a break now.

-Have a little lie down, Trude. -Thank you.

Operation Valkyrie failed and they were soldiers. Officers.

They were trying to assassinate Hitler.

Of course they were nervous.

While she's not?

She's a wreck.

What are we going to do about her?

A mother will do anything for her daughters.

Elsie...

Take him to the sick bay.

Take him, don't stand here.

You're soaked.

Dreadfully sorry to inform you, but this party's over.

Where's Tom?

Why?

I want to talk to you.

Alone.

"The worst is not.

So long as we can say,

'This is the worst.'"

You're drunk.

Getting there.

Maybe now is not the best time.

No, tell me.

Why are you here?

Have you changed your mind, Mr. Max?

Perhaps you realize...

Your husband helps Nazis escape, Claire.

They pay him in stolen art,

and he somehow flies them out of the city

on diplomatic carriers.

He's setting up George to take the fall.

I'm sorry.

I see.

And you're telling me this

not because you care about me in any particular way, but because...

I do care for you.

But I need you to help me find evidence.

Blimey.

-Claire. -I think...

I think you should leave.

-Claire... -Get out of my house!

Get out! You have no right!

Get out of my house!

Your girls,

they're so beautiful.

The older one?

Gerti?

Is that her name?

I saw it on her schoolbag.

And the little one

looks just like you.

I noticed ballet shoes above your daughter's bed.

They looked too big to be your daughter's.

They're mine.

Please don't hurt my girls.

Please.

Do you know what I'll do to your girls

if you don't do what we ask?

There we go.

Ow! God!

What is it, George?

I don't know. I think I just sat on something kind of sharp.

Why are we meeting here?

It sounded as if

-it was important. -Yeah, it is. It is urgent.

Thanks.

-What is it? -I don't know.

I just feel a little...

Never mind. Never mind. Anyway,

it's about those flights out of here.

I've noticed something...

You noticed?

Yeah. The Germans are flying out.

Someone's issued them

false documents, and...

I'm sorry. Shit. I think I'm going to be sick.

George, what's going on?

I don't know.

I think I just have to...

No!

What happened?

You're still up.

What happened to your hand?

I took a shortcut.

There was debris on the street I had to clear...

I didn't know you left.

Well, I didn't plan to, but

I had to take Bob Travis to this meeting.

Heavens.

Late meeting.

Well, it was with the Brits...

Brits don't attend meetings in the middle of the night.

We're in bed by 11:00 with a nice warm toddy.

It's in our constitution.

You're drunk.

Rather so, I'm afraid.

But I'll be sober tomorrow.

Whereas you...

What happened to your hand?

Do you know why I didn't want to have another go?

Claire, I know you're afraid of another miscarriage, but I never...

That's what I told you, but that's not the reason.

You don't make me feel strong.

I think that's what it's all about,

making the one you love feel strong.

You never will.

-I set the timer... -Good.

And next?

This is next.

Before I go in I put the detonator into the explosive...

-And this goes here... -No, no.

-Oh, right, this goes before that. -Yes. Keep going.

I think... this?

I'm sorry. I know I can get this right.

Ah, fuck!

Sorry.

Again, again.

Yes?

It's me. Open the door.

-Hi. -Hi.

Sorry for coming so late, but

can you hold onto these for me?

Just for a couple days.

What is it?

I don't know. It's some musical notes.

I guess they've never been played before.

-It's very mysterious. -I know. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

-I'll see you tomorrow. -Night.

Ah, one... one... one more thing.

Say I had a bag of gold.

Big fucking thing.

And I could only spend it in Berlin on one thing.

Where would I spend it?

Schools.

Books. Teachers.

-That's three things. -No, that's one. The future.

The future.

Any other guidance I can assist you with?

You're funny now, real funny.

Try my best.

Thank you.

-Good night. -Good night.

The American Max McLaughlin,

he just gave me a...

It's just a flesh wound.

It's the TB.

Standing in the rain for so long.

Didn't he receive his medicine?

Not enough.

That's all. Leave.

The doctor tells me you are about to die.

Do you want to die?

Do you want to meet your wife again?

Tell me why.

A good Saturday.

No war.

Tell me about you and your wife having a good Saturday.

She reads to me...

while I make her coffee.

She walks me to work.

You work on Saturdays?

At people's homes.

You're a handyman?

I am a tuner.

What does that mean?

I tune pianos.

You tune pianos.

Yes,

I do.

-You don't have to do this. -I don't have to do what?

-Keep me alive. -I know, you told me.

Someone else already is.

It would never have worked.

Your idea is good, but she was just too close to them.

But I have an idea.

You're the same height.

You're more firm in your figure than she,

but you have the same shape.

You even have the same eyes.

Almond-shaped.

Did you kill her?

Not me.

I'm offering you a chance to set things right, Karin.

I can't just walk into a police station.

They are looking for me, they'll recognize me.

You arrive late, fast, discreet,

put the briefcase down, leave.

She is blonde.

And you're going to be.

You're going to be blonde.

PEROXIDE

What is it, Karin?

Do you want to say something?

She was a mother, she had two children.

No loose ends.

I found them.

Paintings.

Where?

In the basement.

-How many? -I don't know.

Too many.

Claire.

I'm sorry.

Tomorrow, I'm leaving for London.

Please feel free to tear my husband apart

in whatever fashion you may fancy.

After the rain...

comes me.

Take these.

This might just work.

And last but not least, something sweet.

This gave the panzer divisions courage

and stamina on their way to Stalingrad.

-Chocolate? -Fine chocolate.

Laced with the Fuhrer's own pervitin.

Made right here in Berlin.

Eat it twenty minutes before.

-The whole bar? -The whole bar.

You need the pervitin.

And you need to put some flesh on those hips.

Now,

if you'll excuse me,

I need to get our shooters into position.

Good luck.

Mr. McLaughlin?

Sorry, I'm running late.

There is a note here for you.

Thank you.

"Too bad you're leaving.

You'll miss my finest work yet."

Where are the Alt-Bayern Hotel interrogations?

I put them on your desk.

Alright.

-Everyone's downstairs, Trude. -Right.

Downstairs.

Has anyone seen Max?

No.

Strange.

You're late, Trude.

Well...

seems like we have to start without our American friend.

Remember this?

Anne Christine Friedrich from Dresden.

She was raped and murdered.

Remember what I asked of you?

To instil this city with hope rather than fear.

Well, today we're going after the man

who ordered the kill of Anne Christine and the two GIs.

We cannot allow this man,

or any man, to get away with such atrocities.

Today is the day we make him pay.

Today is the day we catch the Angel Maker.

Monika, I need you to go to the American Consulate

and make sure they're aware of our operation.

We'll split into groups. One will go to the French...

-It's her! It's that waitress! -Grab her! Eva!

Bomb! Everybody to the vault. Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Eva! Eva, come on!

Karl, you stay here and help her!

Everyone else, with me!

She couldn't have gone far. Come, help me.

Come on! Quickly!

Don't shoot, it's me!

Don't shoot!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Come on, come on!

Quickly. Come on!

Are you okay? How are you? Are you alright?

Quick! Take Gad. Inside!

Quick! Take Gad. Inside!

Get inside. Come on!

Faster!

Elsie.

Let me deal with her.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Where is he?

Tell me where he is or I will let my hand go.

Where is he?

The medics are coming.

Tell me where he is, I'll make sure they'll help you first.

Weishaupt Institute...

No, that place is bombed to pieces.

The tunnels...

air raid shelter...

We all have a choice.

And yours put you here.

Please.

Please. Please.

You all right?

Help the medics inside.

Do what you can.

You know where to go?

Hey! Police! We need a lift.

Let's go.

Ah, Tom, I'd like you to drop me off on your way.

-I don't have time. -Of course you do.

Where are you going?

London. My mother's ill.

-Your mother's dead. -Oh, yes, that's right.

I still need to go, I'm afraid.

Just drop me off at Tempelhof,

there's a flight leaving in two hours.

What the hell's going on?

It's all in here.

You can read it now or when you come home, as you wish.

So there's nothing you want to say?

Not really, no.

It's all here in this letter?

Pretty much, yes.

You're still drunk.

Sober as a judge, sorry to say.

Tempelhof Airport, please.

Yes, Ma'am.

Subtitles: Guillermina Usunoff www.plint.com