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We can only finance all this
if we sell the story worldwide.

He’s blackmailing me.
With my father’s history.

- Get the diary.
- Hitler was a monster.

If people claim he wasn’t,
it’s like spitting in the victims’ faces.

He’s not blackmailing you,
yet you were with him, not me?

I’ve got the diary.

- Even then, your dad was a hard man.
- What happened in Ascq?

Our three amateur editors-in-chief
gave away their story!

We need to publish
on Monday, too.

The editorial team
won’t go along with that.

Good morning, Mr. Kujau.

Hello, kids.

The bread rolls are still warm.

And especially for you...

a...

- brioche.
- Thanks.

Hey, you know...

as far as I’m concerned,
this could carry on forever.

I’ve never been as happy
as I am with you and...

and Heidemann, who’s shitting money
at our door like there’s no tomorrow.

We’ll have to bury it in the garden soon.
We’re running out of space.

Well, if they don’t suddenly publish, right?

No way. They’re not publishing anything.

They’ll only publish
when they’ve got all the diaries.

And, well, I can tell you...

that is going to take quite some time.

Are you sure?

A meeting to tell the editorial team
about the special issue?

Is that necessary?

We have to explain to the editorial team
why they weren’t told earlier.

You’re holding an all-staff meeting?

Well, have fun.

By the way, they’ve got
bulletproof vests down at Security.

But probably not in your size, Bloom.

- What does he mean by that?
- Well, I did try to tell you.

They’re going to hate us.

They’ve never been
made fools of like this.

All we did was not let them in on it.

So, we made
fools of them.

Böllinghaus from Foreign Affairs
won’t stand for it. He’ll quit.

Same goes for Streile.

And if he goes,
so will Rösler, Enders, Weigand.

How many have to stay?

The guys from Sport and Entertainment
will stay, but that won’t help much.

- So that means we need Ostrowski.
- He’s in charge of Home Affairs.

We need half the editorial team
and all of Home Affairs.

Yes.

Else there’ll be no special issue.

Where are we?

We’re here.

That’s your dad’s house, isn’t it?

Do you know what happened in Ascq?

Ascq is a small village near Lille.

A train full of SS soldiers
was blown up.

The SS wanted revenge,
but couldn’t find the perpetrators.

They went to the nearest village,

got the men out of their beds
and shot them.

Eighty-six men.

Old men.

Some of them practically still children.

I’m not saying your father was there.

But that’s what happened in Ascq.

Oh, Elisabeth.

I’m just heading out. Sorry.
Why didn’t you call?

What’s the matter? What happened?

Now I know, I can see it.

What?

The evil in you.

Elisabeth.

Elisabeth!

Drive, drive.

Oh, is our young talent gracing us
with her presence after all?

Come on. All-staff meeting.

Ostrowski, do you know
what this is about?

In Home Affairs,
we never know what’s going on.

- Morning.
- Morning.

What’s Dreier doing here?

Hello, everyone.

Hello, everyone.

Welcome to this staff meeting.

- Great that so many of you have come.
- Is Michaelis coming?

Nope. Today
Moneybags is talking to you.

Yeah, I know what you call me.

No problem. I can handle nicknames.

At school they used to call me

Dreier the Liar, pants on fire!

Okay, so why am I here?

The publishing house is broke,
Spiegel magazine bought us out,

Christmas bonuses are no more.

No. On the contrary.

Fame...

honor, and fat bonuses await you.

And Gerd will tell you why.

We have Adolf Hitler’s diaries.

What?

The Führer’s most intimate thoughts.

Totally different
than what you’d expect.

He was completely different.

The biggest scoop
of the decade, at least.

We’ll serialize it.

We’ll start by publishing
a special issue on Monday.

- What?
- Monday?

Thank you for listening
and good luck with it.

- Does Michaelis know about this?
- You’ve neutered the editorial team!

Do your special issue
on your own.

Good. Anyone else?

Anyone else who doesn’t want to be part
of the scoop of the century?

- Ostrowski, wait, Ostrowski.
- You can’t do that, Bloom.

And you know it.

You’ve subverted
every journalistic check and balance.

We know that, okay?

But it was the only way
to get this story in the paper

without the competition
getting wind of it.

I really didn’t tell anyone about it.
Not even my own department.

Even my wife
knows nothing about it.

What he said
about his department is true.

Ostrowski, this is the story
every journalist dreams of.

And we’re serving it to you
on a silver platter.

This very special story

needs a very special journalist,
Joachim.

It’ll be your masterpiece.

It will be your Faust, Joachim.

It will make you immortal.

Very well.

To work, then.

We have a tight schedule,
ladies and gentlemen.

You can’t publish.

- The diaries are fake.
- Elisabeth...

Have you got any proof of that?

Isn’t it down to you
to prove they’re real?

Of course we’ve got proof.

Their abundance alone
speaks for their authenticity.

And of course we’ve also
had the handwriting analyzed

by the world’s
most renowned graphologist,

Professor Sebastian Moser.

The professor will confirm
the diaries’ authenticity

tomorrow at the press conference.

Let me ask you again, Elisabeth,

do you have any proof for your claims?

Good. One less hysterical woman.
I think we can live with that.

Right, get to work, everyone.
We’re making world history.

- Leo speaking.
- They’re publishing them.

There’ll be a press conference tomorrow.

Fuck. What happened?

They found some handwriting expert
who’s confirmed the diaries are real.

What? What handwriting expert?

- I’ll talk to Bloom again, but--
- Elisabeth. My office.

- What’s the expert’s name?
- Moser. The guy’s called Moser.

Right now, please.

I’ll find out
what hotel he’s staying in.

Close the door.

So...

what’s wrong with you?

Are you on a high
from your Tappert story or what?

I apologize for making a scene,
but I know that the diaries are fake.

- I couldn’t say in there, but--
- What?

What couldn’t you say?

I’ve read the diaries...
and what’s in them is unbelievable.

But unbelievable in the sense that--

Where did you read the diaries?

Did you break in here?

- The diaries are fake.
- I can’t believe this.

Shit, Elisabeth.
I really went out of my way for you.

And I am grateful to you for that,
but this is about Stern’s reputation.

About the trivialization
of a mass murderer.

I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust.

Out, okay?

Out. And I mean right now.

You’re not to talk to anyone.
You’re not to touch anything.

You’re to leave this office now.

Or I’ll call Security.

Get out!

Respect, Felix. You’ve really got
everything under control here.

Come on.
What about the rest of the diaries?

Are we going to get them?

To be honest,
I don’t know how many more there are,

but if the supplier finds out
we’re publishing,

the source will dry up.

It’s against our agreement.

Well, then just don’t tell him
and grab what you can.

Here, come on.

- Yeah?
- It’s Gerd.

Hello, Konny.

- What I wanted to ask was--
- What a coincidence.

I was just talking to Agnes about you.

Ah, yes, how funny.

So, have any more
of the diaries arrived?

No.

No, they haven’t.

The handover was planned for today,
but on the way to the handover,

we were photographed
by two guys on a motorway bridge.

And not that they were
from the Intelligence Service.

but, you know...

So, we stopped
the whole thing, so, no.

- They’re still in the pianos.
- Oh, right.

Yes, sure.

Do you think
you’ll get anything by tomorrow?

What’s happening tomorrow?

Nothing. Forget it.

Is everything okay with you?

Yes, everything’s fine.

Speak soon.
Say hi to your wife.

Gerd, one more thing.

What I wanted to ask was
about the publication.

How do you know?

Know what?

What do you mean,
“Know what?”

Well, I said, “publication”,

you said,
“How do you know?”

And now I’d like to know...

what I’m supposed to know.

You’re already publishing the diaries?

When are you publishing?

I’d like to know
when you’re going to publish, Gerd.

In the next issue.
There’ll be a press conference tomorrow.

The next issue?

- And when were you going to tell me?
- I’m telling you now.

Gerd, you promised me

you would only publish
when you had all the diaries.

That’s not exactly what I said.
Look, I’ve got other problems.

What..

Damn it.

What’s wrong, Konny? Bad news?

Very bad.

Have you heard anything
from Moser?

Did he arrive okay?

Gerd! Has Moser arrived?

Yes, he’s arrived.
Alster Hotel. Top room.

Bloom speaking.

Fischer again.

Heidemann’s not available.

You realize
without Moser, this will blow up in our faces.

We picked him up at the airport
and dropped him off at the hotel.

If that’s not enough for you,
go there yourself,

treat him to a Sachertorte
or just wipe his ass.

My God.

Konny.

Now the bastard’s not answering.

Can you explain to me briefly
what’s going on here?

I have to go to Hamburg.

Try and save
what can still be saved.

- Yes?
- It’s Leo.

- The assholes fired me.
- Really? That sucks.

But I’ve found out
the expert is staying at the Alster Hotel.

- Shall we meet in an hour?
- Did you hear me? I lost my job!

Yes.

I found out
where the expert’s staying.

Fuck you.

Hey...

My father is a war criminal
and I got fired from Stern.

Now go ahead and say you were right.

That I shouldn’t have gotten involved.

Tequila rapido.

Also known as tequila boom boom.

Or as tequila soda,

zombie tequila,

or tequila zack zack.

Why are you here, anyway?

I just wanted to say goodbye in style.

You’re really unbelievable.

I wasn’t right,
by the way.

You didn’t choose all this.

And you are the way you are,
and the way you are is right.

And it was exciting to see
if the combo would work, but...

It doesn’t work at all.

Nope, apparently not.

Some other time, Thomas.

I’d love to some other time.

You’re late.

How did you know I’d come?

Come with me.

Hello.

Would you let Mr. Moser know
we’re waiting for him in the lobby?

- Who may I say is waiting?
- Fritz Riedlinger.

A very good day to you, Mr. Moser.

A Mr. Fritz Riedlinger
is waiting for you in the lobby.

Yes, of course.

Sorry, Mr. Moser isn’t interested.

In that case, thank you.

That was your whole plan?

No. We’ll go visit him in his room.

Are you going to knock on every door?

She dialed 115.

- This is it.
- Yes.

Room service.

- Mr. Moser?
- I didn’t order anything.

- Mr. Moser, we have to speak to you.
- What do you want? Who are you?

The diaries are fake.

What do you mean, “fake”?
Fake in what way?

Hitler, a dog lover, who knew nothing
about the extermination of the Jews?

I just analyzed the handwriting,
not the content.

Yes, and we’re not saying
you made a mistake,

but the content of the diaries
is absurd.

Yes, you may claim that.
I only got four pages to analyze.

We have copies
of another 20 pages.

Copies... Copies don’t interest me.
I’ll only analyze the originals.

Please excuse us turning up like this,
but you’re our last hope.

I work at Stern
and was fired this morning

because I doubted
the authenticity of the diaries.

Try to get your hands on a whole diary.

Get an idea
of the contents of the diaries.

Everything depends on you.

Stern is relying solely
on your expert opinion.

Please read one of the diaries.
They mustn’t be published.

Mr. Moser, I know we can’t force you.

Please do this for us.

- Who’s opening the press conference?
- That’s a good question.

Wait. Stop.

That’s a stupid question. Me, of course.

With all due respect,
a journalist should do it, right?

No, no, no, no.

I financed the whole thing.

I personally fired up
the editorial team this morning.

This, this is my show.

Of course
a journalist has to do it.

Let me guess. This journalist?

I get it.

We bag the bear, you get the fur.

You don’t know
what you’re talking about, Richard.

- This bear is far from being killed.
- You’ve kept out of this until now.

And now success is within our grasp,
you want to be in the spotlight.

Well,
the spotlight doesn’t suit everyone.

Some shine in it,

others just sweat.

You need me.

If Stern’s editor-in-chief doesn’t
publicly get behind this story,

you can forget it.

Now, don’t be like that.

You commissioned the story behind
my back, I’m grabbing it. We’re even.

Mr. Moser, come in.

This is Professor Moser.

Rudolf Michaelis,
editor-in-chief, delighted.

How was your journey?
The hotel? Everything okay?

Yes, yes.
Thanks, there were no problems.

Good. Then I would say,
Mr. Moser, you sit here, then.

- Rudolph, you sit in the middle.
- Yes.

Mr. Dreier, you can sit there.
Gerd, you sit there,

and I’ll sit on the outside,
next to Gerd.

I don’t know.

- Does Bloom have to sit at the table?
- Sorry?

Well, it’s like painting.

Anything not belonging in a painting
is not only superfluous, it’s wrong.

Like you know anything
about painting, but it’s true.

Actually, there should only be
one traitor to my left,

not two.

- I don’t need to be in the spotlight.
- Yeah, then don’t.

But I think it would make
a very odd impression

if the department head wasn’t there...

Mr. Dreier, either Felix sits
at the table or you’re doing it alone.

I must interrupt you
very briefly at this point.

Yes, Mr. Moser,
I’m sorry that we only have our own--

No, no, no. I have to apologize.

For the airfare and hotel expenses.

But I won’t be
at the press conference tomorrow.

What was that?

What are you gawking at?!
Bring that man back!

Find out what’s wrong!

Get him ready
for the press conference tomorrow!

Jesus Christ.

Is this what you had in mind?!
What a professional you are!

Jesus!

Do you get it now?!

This is exactly
why journalists design papers...

and not former used car salesmen.

Idiot.

Yes, didn’t you hear what Rudi said?

Bring that expert
to the press conference

or you’re finished.

You were really good with Moser.

Thank you.

Well, then I really earned my meal.

- Have you ever eaten Jewish food?
- Yes.

Gefilte fish?

Yes.

But Jews don’t eat
exclusively gefilte fish.

Schmuel used to be
in Mossad.

He was there
when they caught Eichmann.

And he makes
the best falafel in the world.

Do you think we persuaded Moser?

I hope it helped.

My former colleagues at Stern
can be very persuasive, too.

The bill, sir.

Yes.

Compliments of Stern.

Would you like to go
on an after-dinner stroll?

Yes, all right.

We can take a short walk.

I’ll pay for dinner myself, though.

I’m a graphologist, Mr. Heidemann.

I concentrated exclusively
on the handwriting in my report.

That was the assignment.

But what I read earlier in the diary...

You just can’t be serious.

What do you mean?

“We absolutely
must find a place in the East

“where these Jews
can support themselves”?

He’s supposed to have written that
during the Wannsee Conference?

Where the decision was taken
to deport the Jews to the East

and exterminate them there?

That’s what’s so sensational.

Others would call that
historical revisionism.

Mr. Moser, just because
the diaries say something different

than what one might have expected,
or one might even have wished for,

does not automatically make them a lie.

Truth is sometimes uncomfortable.

Come to the press conference tomorrow
and confirm that they are originals.

What you think personally
of the contents is irrelevant.

I just have
a really bad feeling about it.

A bad feeling? Fuck that.

Where was it
when you pocketed the check?

A bad feeling! We won’t have
an expert’s opinion tomorrow.

Let me tell you
what my feeling about this is.

This is the greatest
historical find of our time.

From tomorrow, a money train
will travel around the world

and you’ll either be on it
or under it.

This could be the highlight of your career.
Or the end of it.

Then they won’t even let you give
your expert opinion on kids’ comics.

And this is one
of the better pictures by Hitler.

Oh, dear.

Then I definitely
don’t want to see the others.

Shh. Careful. This was
a private gift from me to Gerd.

I know.
And guess where it was hanging.

Above the bed.

And then I intervened.

And now I’m even drinking
his best red wine.

Isabell, you’re really treating me
like a king. Thank you.

Whatever you drink
won’t ruin Gerd’s liver.

That’s true.

Gerd, we were just
talking about you.

No, actually we were
talking about your liver.

Gerd, Isabell is really fantastic.

And your red wine, too.

Yes, Konny, what a surprise.
What are you doing here?

Excuse me, Isabell,
we have to talk business.

Konny.

What are you doing here?

You lied to me, Gerd.

You promised me you wouldn’t publish
until you had all the diaries.

Konny, I never said that.

I already said that on the phone.

You’re really twisting my words--

Blah, blah, blah, that’s not what
we agreed, I know that much.

But... who’s going to tell me now...

that you won’t renege
on our agreement, huh?

What do you mean by that?

You can’t reveal my identity, Gerd.

You know my brother
almost risked his life in the GDR

for these fucking diaries.

You know what the Stasi
would do to him if he were exposed.

Konny, I’ll try, okay?

No, no, no.

No trying. No talking.

You won’t reveal my identity.

After all, this is about my future.

Yours, too.

Well, Gerd, I know
you’ve taken your cut, huh?

How many of the millions

got stuck in your pocket
on the way from Stern to me?

If I hadn’t asked for a receipt..

I haven’t embezzled anything.

Hey, I don’t think Stern would
find that funny, nor the police.

Konny, I didn’t embezzle anything.

Hey, if my name comes out...

then I’ll see you go to prison.

The diaries are real.

The Führer’s most intimate thoughts.

A worldwide sensation.

Heidemann, you’re under arrest.

Perfect.

Gerd...

I’m so proud of you.

What is it?

I didn’t sleep well.

It’s all the excitement.

I’ve got
a really odd feeling about this.

About what? The diaries?

You’re a bit nervous.

Today’s a big day.

What if I just got carried away?

Maybe the diaries really are fake.

Was I thorough enough?

- I was thorough enough, right?
- Gerd. Gerd.

You’re getting yourself worked up.
The diaries are real.

And you’re a hero.

And a hero has no doubts.

Don’t ruin this for us.

Okay?

Good luck.

So today is the day.

- It’s been a long journey.
- Yeah.

A long, hot journey.

It’s incredible
we’ve managed to do this.

Now we just need
that fucking expert to come.

Is he coming, the fucking expert?

Actually he’s a handwriting expert,
not a fucking expert.

Seriously, Gerd. He is coming, isn’t he?

I really set him straight yesterday.

He’s coming.

We’ll put on a nice show up there,

then we’ll both be showered in plaudits.

It’ll be the scoop of our lives.

Then let’s see if the fucking expert
has already arrived.

We are reporting live
from the press conference

at Stern publishing house...

Do you think he’ll go?
I can’t see him anywhere.

I think we did it.

- It’s great you’re here.
- Mr. Moser, this is your seat.

And he seems to be the joker

up the sleeve
of the Stern editorial team,

renowned Austrian handwriting expert
Sebastian Moser.

- Shit.
- Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome.

Exactly ten years ago,

The Washington Post
won the Pulitzer Prize

for its Watergate revelations.

And I am very, very sure

that the next Pulitzer Prize
will go to Stern.

Yes, indeed.

Stern is known for its thorough and
progressive investigative journalism.

But none of this would be possible
for me without a great team.

And my very special thanks
go to Gerd Heidemann.

- Bravo.
- Hear, hear.

Gerd, the discovery you brought to us
is truly a worldwide sensation.

And here they are.

Adolf Hitler’s diaries.

“In terms of my health,

“I was at the end of my tether
several times in September.

“Still can’t sleep
and have little appetite.

“I had to have serious words
with E. again.

“Young as she is,
she has no idea what a struggle it is,

“being Chancellor of the Reich.

“E. thinks that
now the time for fighting is over,

“I will be able to make time for her.

“E. also reproaches me
for thinking too little about myself,

“that the others are enjoying life.

“Apparently, Hoffmann told her

“that Goebbels has bought
a country house in Wannsee.

“That loyal soul, let him have it.”

And in view of the Wannsee Conference,
the Führer writes...

“We absolutely must find
a place in the East

“where these Jews
can support themselves.”

The Wannsee Conference

was where the systematic extermination
of the Jews was decided.

They can’t be serious.

...writes about Himmler...

“I threatened to bring him
before a party court

“because of the allegations in Poland,

“the result of him
disobeying my orders.

“That sneaky small animal farmer

“with a desire for power,

“that devious number cruncher,
I’ll give him what for.”

Heidemann. Photos. We want photos.

Jeez, Heidemann,
you’re a photographer yourself.

Now hold those things up higher.

The history of the Third Reich
must in large part be rewritten.

Yes?

It is well known
that Hitler dictated everything.

Even Mein Kampf is said
to have been dictated to Hess.

He didn’t write
anything himself.

We have, of course,
had the diaries put through their paces.

I am 100 percent convinced

that Hitler wrote
every single word in these books.

Not least because
of the expertise of Sebastian Moser.

He has clearly identified
the handwriting as that of Adolf Hitler.

Mr. Moser.

The sheer volume
of this handwritten discovery

points to its authenticity.

But I have grave doubts.

They could be genuine.

But the case is looking rather shaky.

So now you’re withdrawing
your expert opinion?

Ladies and gentlemen,
take it easy, one at a time...

INTERRUPTION

- No way.
- He shot them down.

We really did it!

First German Television
with View of the Day.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Chancellor Kohl intervened today
in the ongoing dispute

between coalition partners CSU and FDP

over the course
of Germany’s domestic policy...

That’s one hell of a long train ride.

You could have picked me up
at the station, really.

Shut up now and sit down.

They’re bound to have
something on the diaries.

...strain on the relationship

is calling into question
what has been achieved.

Doubts about the authenticity
of Adolf Hitler’s diaries

discovered by Stern magazine remain.

In Hamburg today,
Stern rolled out the red carpet.

But the press conference to present
the discovery of Hitler’s diaries

to which the world’s press had been
invited got completely out of hand

after the graphologist made public
his doubts about their authenticity.

They could be genuine,
but the case is looking rather shaky.

What?

It also remains unclear how the diaries
came to be in Stern’s possession.

Mr. Heidemann,
where did the diaries come from?

- How did you get hold of them?
- Where did you get them?

At Stern, we protect our sources.

What?

Well, that didn’t exactly go smoothly.

Not exactly smoothly? I don’t think
you know what “smooth” means.

You know what’s
great about you?

You don’t know anything about anything.

It’s called publicity.

Everyone will want to make up
their own minds about the story.

It’s not about publicity or circulation.

It’s about the paper as an institution.

It’s about our credibility.

And that has to be restored.
And we have to do it now.

I say we give all the diaries
to the Federal Criminal Police.

Then we’ll have
a watertight report in a few days.

Then we won’t need
that charlatan of an expert any more.

But if the report shows
the diaries are fakes,

we’ll shoot ourselves in the foot.

Don’t you get it?

We have to prove that they’re real.

- Heidemann has to reveal his source.
- I’m protecting my source.

I’d have thought
you’d want to protect yourself.

Heidemann, if this goes wrong...

I’ll finish you.