All language subtitles for Der.Verlorene.1951.GERMAN.1080p.BluR

Hello, Doctor.
- Good Day.

Say, am I crazy?
I thought they'd arrive tomorrow?

Yes, that's correct.
That's the problem.

The transport is planned for tomorrow.
I haven't prepared anything yet.

I hope they are vaccinated.
- Not at all.

They've been channeled
through in Hamburg.

Everyone got a kipper
and away they went.

No! Barrack 6, I said!
They're all deaf. Barrack 6, I say!

One moment, Doctor, I'm coming. Nowak!
I'll talk with him about you.

We have to order some more lymph.
I also need some needles.

All done, Doctor.

Doctor, what's the problem?
They'll start a riot here!

They know when the office hours are.
- I ordered them here.

Not you. Go home.
You should come back next week.

The pain will be there too.
How's your eye? Let's have a look.

A drink?
- No thanks, Doctor.

But I'll have my cigar.
- Yes.

I believe you have too much stress.

No, not because of that.
- I should think so too.

You should make this a habit too.
- Yes.

Let's examine your eye.
- Yes, you see it.

How can this be done alone?

Doctor here, hospital there.
A cough and runny nose,

and what else one has.
No, that's too much. - Beautiful.

Beautiful is the eye.

How about a medical assistant
for the camp?

I have one for you.

Well... Keep warm.
Tomorrow, Placzek. Yes?

Adieu.
- Thanks, Doctor.

What about it?

Look, how often do I have to tell you
to leave me alone?

I'm happy when I'm alone.
And when I need someone,

who gets on my nerves,
I have you. - Whatever you like.

You can let me know,
if you change your mind.

This man came with the others today
and he'll stay for a while.

He's a chemist from Katowice.
Nowak is his name.

He was a medical assistant once.

Do you mind if we vaccinate him
in the cafeteria? It's too cramped here.

You can examine him in here.

Makes a very good impression.
- Yes, yes.

I'll be there in an hour.
I have a few visits to make. - Ok.

All right, Nowak. With such a white
coat you almost look like an doctor.

If the boss is in a good mood,
he'll let you operate as well.

We have to finish the inoculations.
The cafeteria has to be ready.

The folks haven't eaten yet.

Stop smoking in here!
You know that it's not allowed.

Hard to believe. He can't be
without a cigarette for a moment.

You too!
That's Dr. Neumeister.

Next, please. Hurry up! The faster
you are the sooner you can leave again.

Doctor? Here's Nowak.
You wanted to think it over, right?

Well, he can join us.
- There you are. Very well.

You know the facts, Nowak?
Please come to my office later.

Ask her, in which month she is.
- In the seventh.

Then I can't vaccinate her.
Lucky you. Next, please.

Keep your nerve, Doctor.
Nowak, that's me.

No, it couldn't be avoided.

Can I take your place?

Please help yourself.
- Excuse me, Doctor.

I did knock on the door,
but it seems you didn't hear.

You are right.

None of the things we could speak about

are very comfortable for us.

Why should we mention them then?

I'll interpret your silence as
a permanent and substantial arrangement.

Yes, a permanent and mutual
arrangement.

Who was that?

Are your frightened?

It's goats' milk.
A nice girl, just a bit crazy.

She brings me goats' milk every evening.
Strange, you are frightened.

Oh, that's a precautionary
habit of mine.

The past years have left their marks.

Me too.
- Do you have a cigarette?

In former times I could
have helped you.

Well, that's over.
- I'll get you one.

Do you remember Winkler?

Shot himself in the head
when they were after him.

No really? Winkler?

Yes, he changed his name too.
Well, you have a civilized life here.

Well yes.
- Considering the circumstances.

My circumstances are less civilized.
But resettlement transports are practical.

Do you understand?
Which of us already has papers?

Poor Winkler is dead?

Strange, now it's only us.
You and I.

You didn't want to believe
that we are in the same boat.

Now you won't doubt that again.

I mean, I don't think that
either of us can leave.

We both changed our name,
Dr. Neumeister.

And you are frightened.
You know, I almost like you.

Don't make more than there is out of
our random encounter. - Random?

Random...
- Yes, yes. What's going on?

Nothing. Just the bottle is empty.
Empty by chance.

Let's go to the cafeteria
and continue our little chat there?

One moment, please... you always were
an odd sort and now..

What's odd about that?
Or do you prefer an empty bottle?

All right, I won't resist.

We have to celebrate our encounter.
Especially because it's so random.

It's random?

It's not as luxurious as our institute.

There you are again, boss!

I have to welcome someone.
An old friend of mine.

Nice chap, very reliable.

Good evening.
- Good evening, Doctor.

Placzek, didn't I tell you
to keep the eye warm?

This is a scandal.
That's to keep it warm.

Have you eaten yet?
- Not really.

Thank you. I won't resist.

A beer?
- Yes, a beer please.

And a bottle of cognac.
That's why we came here, hmm?

Yes.
- You forgot your cigarettes.

Mine? Oh, thank you.
- I forgot the matches.

You don't have to be frightened here.
You are safe here. Absolutely safe.

Just relax. The doors are closed,
windows are closed.

Everything's quiet now.
Everything's outside.

Even fear.

We've reached the end.
We are there.

Right, Lieske? - No more will come.
You are the last ones.

Yes. We are the last ones.

Now we are here.

I do like you much more now,
since I know that you know the feeling.

Since I know that you are frightened.
- Ah, OK! Correct.

But actually...

I don't understand.
Fear... what for?

You only know the feeling of
uneasiness that provokes the fear.

You don't know what
an almighty feeling fear is.

I tell you...

Fear kills every other feeling.
Every other.

Yes. It kills.

Some kill for the fear of others.

And what's left over?

Let's drink to our random encounter!
All's well.

Lieske, do you want to toast too,
by any chance?

Oh, he's sleeping.

Well yes.

Prost, Hoesch! I mean, Nowak.

What was that?
A mutual and substantial arrangement.

You really are hungry.
- Tastes very good.

There, there.
He's hungry, he's frightened.

Almost human.
- Don't talk so much, Doctor!

You're turning like a roundabout
on its axis.

Condemned man's breakfast.

Either you're crazy or drunk.

It would be good
if you'd say it straight.

Do you remember this?

Is that mine?
- Yes.

Do you always carry it around with you?
- Yes!

That's good. You still have the gun.

Strange, hmm?
- Cheers, Doctor!

What's going on?
- He's awake.

See?

Nothing that's alive sleeps so deep
that it can't awake.

If it's alive!

Strange, hmm?
- Yes, strange.

Doctor, I'll leave now. I have to
get up very early tomorrow.

Good night, Doctor.
- Good night.

Turn out the lights, yes?
- Yes.

I'll leave the key.
I'll pick it up tomorrow.

But don't forget it, please.
- Forget.

I don't forget anything.
- What's the matter?

What do I want from you?
I'm on the run. Without papers.

I did help you once too.

He did help me, he says.

Therefore I am in your debt, huh?

Well, I'll have to pay my debts then.
Debts have to be paid.

Must be a heavy debt.
Very heavy.

You did help me in the past and
I have to help you today, it's simple.

You're on the run, you said.
Yes...

I have to take care that
you now find peace in your escape.

I have to start
to pay my debt.

You can't shoot.
- Now I'm to blame as well.

Must be heavy.
You know, it bears me down.

Just think about it:

Since the 8th of December 1943.

With interest and compound interest...

It's heavy.

Wait...

the strange thing is,
I had it very good in the past,

when you imposed your help on me.

Yes,
the railroad was always overcrowded.

The main thing was that I had a job.
That was all I needed.

You did have a good life, Doctor.

Simply your appearance!
Very striking for the times.

I had all kinds of things,
but otherwise...

Well, you did get my cigarettes,
they were indispensable.

And the good Dolien, my secretary.
You do remember her?

My coffee was always there.

But one morning I didn't have
the chance to drink it.

Someone was waiting for me,
a certain Mr. Winkler.

I didn't know him. It was important
for him to speak with me alone.

In a private matter.
"Very private ", he added.

I showed him the Institute.
First the laboratory.

Good morning, Doctor.
- Morning, Hoesch.

Have you checked the cultures?

Yes! Number 99 shows good results.
- Very good.

The antibiotic effect is
10% over the average.

We can use it for
the mutation experiments then.

Yes. How long do you want to
irradiate them? - Oh, start with 5 minutes.

Here.
- Thank you.

Well, Hoesch, in another row
you can examine your rabbit blood.

Good morning, Schake.
- Good morning, Doctor.

Only the rabbits listen here.
- Maxi is waiting for you already.

But Doctor!
- Yes. What's up? Ah OK!

You know, no smoking here.
Sorry, colonel, just one moment.

Certainly. That's interesting.

Yes it is. Our little Maxi
is a very interesting one.

Don't let him die. Right, Maxi?

At least not before we have
finished our experiments.

No, Doctor,
I can't stand the sight of blood.

It's more harmless than it looks.

Just a little blood sample
from the ventricle.

Maxi is used to it, hmm?
- I really can't stand any blood.

It's OK with people,
but not with such innocent animals.

So, everything's alright.

It's over, you can go home again.

So Mr. Winkler,
how was your first operation?

Very well, thanks.
- Not much worse than human blood?

Schake, please do me a favor? Take
the blood to the Sereological Institute.

You can clean the desk later!

Dear heaven, so much blood.
Is that all from the little rabbits?

No, not only rabbits,
there are also some guinea pigs.

That's Schake's work desk.
Finally we can talk.

Hoesch, leave us alone for a moment,
yes? I'll join you later.

What's up? Something urgent?

Pardon me, Colonel?
- All right. Now you're there.

I'd have asked for Hoesch
nonetheless.

You know each other.
- Yes, and how!

Well, there you have it doctor.

Then already we were close
to the core of the matter.

You may think your Institute
is protected against counter intelligence.

What counter intelligence?
- But Doctor!

It won't have escaped you
we aren't living in normal times?

Of course. Tell me:
who's protecting me? You?

That's right. And Colonel Winkler
is responsible for the Institute.

Right, Colonel?

Do you know what's going on, Doctor?
No, you can't.

You're in trouble.

You tinker around with your new strain.
And you know what?

The results are already known in
London. Hard to believe, what? - Yes.

Yes, I know. But here are the charts
and the test instructions.

Now listen, Doctor. We don't want
to make a big deal out of this.

Honestly, we have cold feet.
Very cold feet.

We've all failed.

But what you did,
that's really not on.

Taking home war documents
and with a young girl,

who knows you well, dictating to a machine.
Maybe even with carbon paper.

Who do you mean?
- Miss Herrmann!

But you know her father lives
in Stockholm. - Yes I know.

And the whole stuff went
via Stockholm to London.

Do you have proof?

Miss Herrmann did let it out,
but in exactly the wrong place.

Of course without having a clue.

Dr. Rothe is engaged to Miss Herrmann.
- Oh. Pardon.

Yes, my dear Doctor, don't believe that
I'm very fond of these direct methods.

Anyhow: You're warned.
That was the purpose of my visit.

Hoesch, take me to the car.
Good-bye, Doctor. - Good-bye.

Miss Herrmann isn't that the cheerful lady
with the funny letters you showed me.

How is that possible?
Dr. Rothe and such a slut?

Dr. Rothe?
I wanted to tell you:

It couldn't be avoided,
telling you the facts...

but this way...

Doctor?
- Yes.

You did promise me that
I could leave at 7 today. - Yes.

Your coat.

Dr. Rothe?
- Yes? What did you want to tell me?

I owe you an explanation.
About Miss Herrmann.

Now you know,
that it's part of my job,

to be informed about everything
here in the institute.

That strange
London-Stockholm-story. . .

did lead me inevitably,
from you to Miss Herrmann.

Inevitably?
- Yes.

Believe me, it wasn't my intention.
Not at all.

But Miss Herrmann did fit very well
with my plans...

It would be better
if you didn't have any illusions.

The girl isn't worth it,
Doctor.

This spy case is ridiculous,
and we have slowed it down quite a bit.

As for us,
she can do what she wants.

You'll have to talk to her of course.

I'm willing,
to tell her to her face.

I'd prefer that.

I'll call you tonight, if you need me.

Don't give yourself any grey hairs
because of Inge, Doctor.

There's only one thing to do:
Finish it, simply finish it!

How is that possible?
Dr. Rothe and such a slut.

Don't give yourself any more illusions.

There's only one thing to do:
Finish it, simply finish it!

You're late today.
I'm starving.

I did wait for you.

Good evening, Karl.

Sorry that I'm eating already.
I have to go to Poppenbuettel.

Yes, mother wants to see
if she can get a few potatoes.

What's up with him? Do you think
it's because of me...

No.

I'll miss my bus.

I'll go now, Ingelein.
I'll be back at 10.30.

Good night, Ingelein.

Ah, there you are.
where have you been?

Ingelein, give the cat her milk
that's standing on the stove.

But let the milk cool down first,
if it's too hot. Got it?

Got it, Ingelein?
- Yes I've got it.

But Ingelein. I only told you that
you should give the milk to the cat.

What's wrong?
- Nothing, sorry.

But Ingelein, you don't have
to excuse yourself.

I didn't meant it that way.
- Of course not!

You don't have to tell me that!
You never do anything wrong!

Sshh.
- Don't "Sshh" me!

I know, the neighbors.
That's all you care about.

I can die here.
- The cat has to have something.

Of course, as long as the cat has
it's milk and Dr. Rothe his dinner.

But what about me?
Nobody gives a shit about me!

Say something.

What can I say?
There's nothing to say.

Then I realized she was talking.
What she said was a confession.

That's how women confess: admit,
then admit and again admit.

Only the one important thing,
that is withheld.

At least it was a confession,
She told me about you, Hoesch.

She wanted reconciliation.
She would have got it I think.

Suddenly something happened.
The phone rang.

It was suddenly as if
they were all in the room in person.

Don't pick up.
We simply aren't at home.

Yes? Hoesch.

Well yes...
but it wasn't my fault.

He didn't want to talk to me
but to you.

Let it be.

Well.

In any case,
there was no going back.

Never again.

I still don't know why and how
it happened.

At the time I knew absolutely nothing,
believe me.

Sure. You weren't yourself.
Just weren't there, hmm?

What's the problem?
Do you have any doubts?

No, if you say so.

I say so.

Well and then... then..

Then I had something in my hands,
I believe. Yes...

I played with it, without knowing
what it was.

Yes, and when I came to my senses again,

A lot of time must have passed.

I heard voices.
Outside in the hall.

Children, I have to go to Holleman's.

There are no potatoes in Poppenbuettel.
Not one.

Yes, the bag.

I won't frighten the Hollemans
with my backpack.

Ah... Karl? Just go in.
Hoesch wants to talk to you.

Doctor, what's going on?
I tried to call you.

I don't understand. What's going on?

There we have it. You on the sofa,
the body in front of you.

What a situation!

Others would have squealed on you,
but not me.

I knew immediately.
What we had on you.

Who is we?
- Well, the State.

It was clear, something had to happen.
And it did happen. Do you remember?

Two phone calls,
the rescue action was started.

Half an hour later
Colonel Winkler was there.

Do this without a sound.

Sooner or later we would have
taken care of Herrmann

but this way at least
she'll get a normal funeral.

Colonel, the police.

By the way, Hoesch, don't think
that I like your methods.

Good night, Colonel.
- We'll handle this:

Department 4. I naturally won't
prevent you from making your report.

You take care of the papers.
Clearly suicide.

Why does a person want to hang
at any price?

Or was there some delicacy involved.

You and your fanaticism for justice,
what's that worth in reality?

Only feelings. And that for a woman
who's out of the question.

Engaged to a man like you and sleeps
with the man next door. No Dr. Rothe.

Hoesch did you a favor,

Your antiquated ethical lifestyle
doesn't fit in with these times.

Isn't that right, Hoesch?
- Yes, Colonel.

What do we oblige you to do?
Your experiments undisturbed.

Keep on working and accept
the fact that you're still alive.

Inge Herrmann, born
3rd September 1919 in Hamburg,

17 Magdalenen Street,
died on 8th December 1943.

Diagnosis: suicide
strangulation with a belt.

Number: AZ 1384-43.

The body can be released to the family
for the funeral.

From murder to suicide.

And nobody asked.
Even Mrs. Herrmann didn't ask.

Good evening, Karl.
- Good evening, Mrs. Herrmann.

I forgot to get some beer.
Perhaps...

You want to eat in a restaurant.
I mean, because you're wearing your coat.

Yes, I really wanted to leave.
- The button is still loose.

Karl?

I've already packed your things.

Thank you.

Karl, where do you want
me to send the post?

I'll tell you.

The bill is on the desk.

Your light and heating
is calculated up to today.

The rest is there too.
- Mrs. Herrmann...

Don't say anything.
I know you can't stay here

with all your memories.
I can understand this.

I don't want to persuade you to stay,
but...

I'm an old woman.

Inge is gone,
and now you...

I can't stand it, seeing you leave.

Do you want me to play the role
of the dead in your life?

Well and anyhow,

I still don't know how,
somehow she managed it.

I didn't leave,
I lived together with her,

but it was the opposite of what I wanted.

One survives if one can.
- Don't you understand?

I couldn't.
I wasn't allowed to!

Do you have any idea what you did?
To let me live?

It was war. Thousands died every day,
we wanted to spare one.

Me, of all people.
- You were lucky that it was you!

I'm always lucky.
- Yes, of course.

Well, life went on.
Also at the institute. You remember.

Strange.
Sometimes I was in quite a good mood.

Hey, Hoesch, come here.

Have a look at this.

Can you among all this throng of bacilli
remember three of them?

Well, give them a name then.

Call the first Colonel Winkler,
the second Hoesch and the third Rothe.

That's easy.

But if you inject a single Winkler,
Hoesch or Rothe,

into the blood of a healthy body,
he'll become ill.

He'll die... like a dog.

By the way, when I took your
eyepiece out of the desk drawer...

Is it yours?
- Yes.

Nice. You don't have to get so close
to the patient to give him an injection.

Is it here to indicate
our personal relationship?

No, it's always there.
These things make the pocket bulge.

My connections are good for
some cigarettes, but a new suit

I won't get without coupons.
- Very efficient.

Doctor? Are you taking me with you?
- I did promise it.

Good-bye, Doctor.
- Come.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Excuse me, I don't know yet.
Is this perhaps your seat?

Yes, that's my seat.
- Excuse me.

No problem.

By the way may name is Rothe, Karl.
- Ursula. I am Ursula.

Ursula. That's a nice name.

Ursula what?
- Weber. Ursula Weber.

I've been living here since noon.
- You live here?

But it's not my fault.
The housing office instructed me.

Am I in the right seat now?
- No, that's Mrs. Herrmann's seat.

Please stay, she won't come
for dinner anyway.

Maybe you'd like to pour me
some tea. - You're welcome.

She always does that.

Here's your cup.
- Thank you.

Your letter. Do you want to read it?
- No, better not.

Come in.

I'm sorry.
Pardon my intrusion.

Look at the state of my hand.
- Terrible.

The fountain pen.

It must work.
It's important.

I have a couple of letters to write.
- That's important.

It's awful. I hate writing letters.
I always put it off.

I hope you don't mind.
- No, not at all.

It's nice here. So many books.

I'm sure you like reading.

I don't think writing letters
is real work.

You surely have important things
to do? - Yes, very important.

I am disturbing you. I knew it.
I'm always in the wrong place.

My mother always told me:
"Ursel, you have two left hands...

"And two left feet."

Really.
I can't see it.

Are you from Hamburg?
- No, I'm from Goerlitz.

I was transferred.

I'm a student teacher at
the Einspuettler Trade School.

Quite young.
- Nowadays,

there are many who are much younger.
You're also not from Hamburg?

Yes, you surely know many people here.

Then you don't realize.
- Don't realize what?

My talk doesn't disturb you.
- No, not at all. Sit down.

Do you want some coffee?
- Real coffee?

No not quite, but... almost.

Yes.

Here you are.
- Thank you.

It's strong.

Special ration?

No, I have good connections.
But you only get one cup.

Otherwise you'll have two left pairs
of hands and feet. - For sure.

How long have you lived here?
- About two years.

Today I've see Mrs. Herrmann
for the second time,

but I can tell you:
I don't much like it here.

Yes, I know.
But life goes on.

At first I didn't want to move in,
then I told myself:

The room can't be empty.

That's superstition, isn't it.

Yes.

Why did she kill herself?

I mean she was 24.
I'm 22, I couldn't do that.

Well... what have you got out of life
when you're so young?

Here's your pen.
- Thank you.

How can I return this favor?
Oh yes!

My mother sent me a huge gingerbread.
Home baked and fresh! I'll get it.

There's a bar, they have liquor.

Money first.
- Come, you can count on me.

Stop it. Go home, you're full.
I'm no bank. - The money's here.

Dog leather is great.
My wife made a bag out of it. Top quality.

Dog leather no, that's nothing.

They make ladies' slippers out of fishes.

It has to be one with a short coat
otherwise it moults.

Don't you see that the fellow
isn't interested in woman?

Go away!

He pesters people when he's drunk

I hardly know him.

That'll be the day
when I know such guys.

She doesn't know me.
- This isn't a good bar.

I like it.
- I'm not often here.

Shall we go or have another drink?
- I must go. Another drink for the lady.

Something's wrong with you.
I can sense it.

Nothing important.
- One can't be always in a good mood.

You don't have to be afraid of me.
- I'm not afraid.

Don't talk bullshit
when I'm with a client.

She doesn't know me.
- Closing time!

She didn't think anyone was biting.
- Time you caught your train.

Well yeah.

So, here's my room.

The switch is behind you.

Turn on the light.

You're an odd one.

Are you going to stand
by the door in the dark?

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Damn!

That's who you are.

I knew it. You're the one.

Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Help! Help!

Police!

Help! Murderer!

Light! Turn on the light!

Police!

My keys! Police!

Why the shouting?

There's a man by my door!

Aren't you used to it?

No, he's a murderer.
A murderer! A killer!

Something I've not seen before.
I tell you, he is one.

A killer.
I just looked him in the eyes,

and I already noticed in the bar,
how he stares.

An alarm?
- No but on the fifth floor...

Can you see something?
Maybe in the attic?

Werner!

Werner, please come out.

Excuse me.
It's a bit embarrassing.

Well. Poor girl, nothing to eat...

Had a few drinks,
a few too many. Unfortunately.

Why didn't you ask who he is?
- She always has trouble with guys.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

Excuse me,
what did you do up there?

Nothing. I only paid for the liquor.
That's no crime, is it?

Bye. It wouldn't hurt if someone
gave her a good thrashing, though.

What if they walloped you!
You and your big mouth.

Pretending you're a big shot.

Damn, my keys.

No, that's a murderer.

Yes... now I know.

What I myself
didn't have the guts to believe.

And she had shouted in my face:

"Murderer."

But I was safe.

I wanted to go home.

Wait, don't go without me!
Stop!

I thought I'd miss it.
This is the last one isn't it?

Yes, the last one.
- But I have to go all the way.

I have to go to the terminal.
We've been bombed out in Rothenburg.

Do you have a light?

We have to get off.
You can go back to your seat now.

Give me a light.

I know you. I don't know where from
but I know you.

That's funny, I know this face.

Are you from Uelzen?

I know him. That's true.
Have you been to Sterkerode?

No.
- Come into the light.

Leave him alone,
he doesn't know you, right?

Of course he doesn't know me

I'm just a little man,
nobody knows the little man.

But I, I know you.

Do you know me?
- No.

He doesn't know me, she doesn't know me,
nobody knows me.

So, do you know me?
- No.

There you have it.

Nobody knows me. There you have it.

I didn't know the train was heated.

Pardon, they aren't so luxurious
in the fifth year of war.

Now I know where you're from.

Sure, if you don't want to talk to me.

Do what you want.

Young lady, do you know me?

Terrible, such an vulgar man.

Look. Nice, right?
Do you want too?

Yes, that's nice.

I queued up one hour for this.
There are no toys for the kids.

I have two kids,
two boys.

It's not easy,
in the war without a husband.

My Heinz is
in the army since '38.

Six years.
- A long time.

Ah, it's so hot!

Yes and he comes for 8 days vacation
each year. That isn't much.

He's just too hot-blooded.
What do you want now?

Can't you see that
I'm talking to this man?

It could be a mistake but...

Leave me alone!
- I've seen those eyes before.

Don't make trouble here!
- No doubt about it.

I know those eyes...
- Leave me alone!

Take it easy.

How pushy some people are.
Doesn't he realize that you don't know him?

Of course I don't know him.- How should
somebody like you know such a person?

There we have it! Alarm!

Air raid warning!
All to the bunker.

We must leave
or we'll have to stay.

I'll stay.
- Anybody in here?

Quite right.

If you get it, you get it wherever.

We're moving.

Out of the station.
We're out on the open track.

You know, in the past
I was always very frightened.

But not anymore.

because you don't live anymore
if you're always frightened.

I'm not frightened anymore.

Can I have a light, please?

Can I have a light?

All aboard! All aboard!

Walls have ears!

Departure!

My flight had been in vain.
I had not escaped.

I had not wanted to do it,
but still I had done it.

And now I walked through the night.
Blind and deaf...

And lost.

I only had one wish.
To sleep, at any price.

But when I came home,
somebody was already asleep there.

Mrs. Herrmann, her cat on her lap.
Why hadn't she gone to bed?

Because she was waiting for me
with all her dreadful care.

Dear heaven, I fell quite asleep.

Want anything else, Karl?
I didn't have any luck in Poppenbuettel.

Half a pound of butter
and two brown loaves.

Half a pound!
Did you hear, Karl?

Did I hear what?

I didn't ask for anything.
- I just...

I didn't want to disturb you.
- You never want to disturb me.

I'll make you something.
- I didn't ask for anything.!

Ssh, we're not alone here.
- Yes, you're right.

Inge was absolutely right.
One suffocates here!

One can perish.

Yes.
Yes, yes.

So long as the cat has its milk.

Inge?

I...
You've always been very good to me.

Excuse me.
- You don't have to apologize.

Do you have a temperature?

And so I saw Mrs. Herrmann
for the last time.

Although I find suicide reprehensible,
cowardly and inexcusable,

there was no escape.

I didn't want my work
to fall into your hands.

No, it should vanish with me.
That's why I went to the Institute.

Then... I wanted to end it all.

Hey, you! Wake up!

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up!

Damn you!
You can sleep long enough!

Haven't you ever understood,
why I'm still alive, hmm?

Because of a cigarette.

It was then I wanted one, not now.
That's why I'm still alive.

Anyway. . .

All my documents and charts,
everything burned.

Finished.

All I wanted then... was a cigarette.

And I didn't have any.

But I remembered
where I could find some.

In your desk drawer.
Very simple.

I forced it open.
I found some.

I also found some other things.

Like those funny letters from Inge,

which you had once so tactfully
shown to Colonel Winkler.

With one of those letters
I lit my cigarette. Yes...

Of course I also took something else.
For now I thought of you.

You should not survive me, Hoesch.

No, no. You must go too.

The whole thing was rather eerie.

The light of the radiation machine
flickered every few seconds,

and I thought of how I could get you.

For once in my life
I wanted to kill,

deliberately kill.

And for that I needed a revolver.

Well...
These things make a bulge in your pocket.

Yes, yes.

That was clear,
you had to go with me.

But where were you?
I had to think quickly.

I saw the official car outside. I was
looking for you. At home, in the office.

Finally at Winkler's.
I had some business with him anyway.

No, I was looking for you.
I heard of your visit.

You weren't at home.
I found that funny.

Then I went to the Institute.
I was on the right track.

And there I found your traces.
The whole mess in the washbasin,

my broken drawer. Notes gone,
pistol gone. Then I realized!

You'd asked for Winkler in the office.
So I thought you were there.

Right. I'd driven there too.
- It didn't matter at that time.

I wanted to put you out of harm's way.
You with my gun... very embarrassing.

But I had no time for you.
Duty first.

We had alarm level 9 that evening.
Very big affair!

A General Hauff was arrested.
In Berlin. He talked.

He also had his allies in Hamburg.
All big shots. But where?

Without you I wouldn't have found out.
But thanks to you it was my big evening!

Only thanks to you.
You showed me the way

Password Babylon.

The whole story sounded
like a detective novel. I laughed.

In any case I knew the trick and
dared to venture into that strange world.

Because I thought you were there.

Password Babylon.

This way, please.
You can leave your coat here.

May I smoke?
- Oh, no problem.

Babylon . . .

It worked. I was in the house,
in a strange mood.

Like a boy.
A boy playing cops and robbers.

Of course I thought that
you were in the room next door, Hoesch.

That was your mistake, Doctor.

Now the best part: Do you know
where we hide the poison vials?

Right in plain sight.
I don't get it,

why should the party bosses have a
monopoly on heroic death in their pockets?

"To the heroic death in their pockets."

Don't laugh.

I don't have to remind you that we are
all in danger after Hauff's arrest.

If he'd had the poison before,
we'd know if our names are known.

After all, which one of us could stand

an extended interrogation
in Prinz-Albrecht Street?

With the effective methods of
our dear Hoesch? No thanks!

No, I honestly prefer
my 08 for suicide.

So far it's worked very satisfactorily.

I'd made a mistake.
You couldn't belong to them, Hoesch.

Smashing, Winkler.
I had been wrong about him.

He is a very receptive person,
as I now noticed.

I find this panic a bit hysterical.
- No time for feelings here.

Gentlemen, in our situation
our private affairs are quite silly.

We have to act immediately.
Who knows how much time we have left.

Marquart, you leave tonight
as a messenger.

Thank you, Colonel.

Gentlemen... The car from Bremen
waits at 5 o'clock at the Seegartenbruecke.

What's going on?
Why does no one answer the phone?

Yes, hello?

Hoesch? What's going on?
Can't this wait until tomorrow?

Dear heaven, my wife is seriously ill!
You know that! What? Who?

Dr. Rothe?
No, Dr. Rothe isn't here.

Yes, Colonel, I'm here.
Good evening. - Good evening.

Are you crazy? What's Dr. Rothe
doing here in the middle of the night?

What on earth do you want?
Why have you come here at all?

Very simple. Babylon.

What? He stole the gun?
He must be crazy.

No, no, here.

Yes, I'm listening. Give it to me.
You're too nervous.

But I'll need it later.

Yes, of course I'm listening. What?

What's that?
You've sent me two officers?

You're worried about my security?
Very nice, but I'll see you tomorrow!

Of all people, Hoesch.

I've you to thank for that.
- Yes, Yes.

Why are you here?
- Very simple.

I came to shoot Hoesch.
And you actually too. - Too?

Now I don't want to shoot you anymore.
- Very nice.

Lilly, Hoesch has sent two officers.
Let them in.

Without password!
They don't belong to us.

Well, there they are.

A fine thing you've landed me with.
- You landed me in it once too.

If it's against Hoesch,
I'm with you.

Here we are Colonel.
- Good evening.

One moment. I have an unexpected visitor,
as you can see.

Dr. Rothe, please.
- Yes, thank you. - Next door.

Make yourself comfortable.

Nothing could be done.
At that moment there was an alarm.

Damn.

It was all very dramatic.

Here are your tracker dogs,
and over there the conspirators.

But there were even crazier things.

The head of state was kidnapped
by paratroopers.

A minister escaped by plane.
I don't know what else.

What else I'll go through that night,
is almost harmless compared to this.

Winkler had a plan.
The ambulance was standing by,

to bring his wife to the hospital.
Instead of her he decided

to smuggle out the messenger as a patient
and to fool the officers.

But my officers weren't fooled.

Especially that scrawny Mueller.
No grass grew under his feet.

The story gets even funnier.
- I quite agree.

And then they saw something.

I'll try to call Hoesch.

Winkler and his friends, of course,
didn't have a clue.

The hours went by.
and then I fell asleep.

It was dawn. The city still hoping
for the sounding of the all clear.

Winkler didn't want to wait any longer.
His friends left the house one by one.

We were faster!
As the air raid came to an end,

I had already taken all precautions.

Dr. Rothe, it's time.
- I'm not a murderer.

Sorry.
I've not been asleep for long.

Broken crockery brings luck.

Yes, I'm ready.

One moment. Farewell, Marquart.
Everything will be alright.

Yes, Elisabeth, it'll be alright.
In 4 weeks everything will be over.

Doctor, let's go.
Nurse, thank you.

The house was surrounded.
We got them all one by one.

Only the main stakeholders were missing.
But what was that with the ambulance?

I let it go quietly at first.
I'd watched the whole palaver.

Just opposite, from a garden.
Then the hunt was on!

Something must have happened.

Why isn't the car here?

Damn and blast.
The whole thing's fallen through.

You, to the right! Three men to the left!

Stop! Stay where you are!

That's how it looks

when grown-ups play hide and seek.

But when I turned around
Colonel Winkler was gone.

Only the pistol was there.

He'd left it me, and no good-bye.

But his final words,
I remember exactly.

He said:

"For Hoesch".

They mustn't find it here with me!
In my situation.

But Winkler,
he would have been spared a trifle.

How so?

Things would have finished off quite nicely
without too much talk.

With all that he had to tell us.

Didn't you say, I thought that he...
- Didn't I just tell you.

He didn't at all! We got him.
As he escaped to Switzerland.

And then your Colonel Winkler.
We strung him up.

We didn't look for you anymore.
You were dead and buried.

And yet, yes, here you are.
Merry and bright.

Full of beans. I tell you,
you were always lucky. Doctor, admit it!

Well.

Unbelievable.

The firestorm was over,
thousands were dead.

Thousands who wanted to live.
But I, I was still alive.

Unbelievable.

Again I only had one wish:
to go back home.

But when I came to
Magdalenen Street...

There was no Magdalenen Street anymore.

Anybody there?
Can you do me a favor?

Can you read that?
I can't. Smoke poisoning.

And please write:
" at Zillich".

We live in Hollstock now.
My wife and I lost everything.

Everything's lost.

Do you know what happened
to Mrs. Herrmann?

All gone!
Mrs. Herrmann, Miss Weber, Dr. Rothe.

It's their own fault.
Why didn't they go in the bunker?

Yes, it's their own fault.
Serves them right.

Well, Dr. Rothe was dead
without dying.

At that time it was child's play
to get papers.

So I became Dr. Neumeister.

Doctor in the refugee camp
Elbe-Duvenstett.

that the past was buried in
the ruins of Magdalenen Street.

Until you came here this afternoon,
to vaccinate.

Then I realized that there is
no leaving behind.

There's not. It doesn't work.

I've no time to get excited!
Don't you understand?

One has to know one's stuff.
And know the right time to jump.

I've always managed
to jump at the right time.

What do I care for? For you,
Winkler, for Inge Herrmann, for me?

That's nonsense.
It's all nonsense.

You don't have the guts,
you amateur.

You're not able to shoot.

Maybe I can.

Jump now.

That's yours.

These are yours too.