All language subtitles for The.Night.of.the.Generals.1967.Bluray.1080p.PCM.1.0.x264-Grym.eng

[ FOOTSTEPS I

[ SCREAMING ]

[ DOOR OPENS I

[ FOOTSTEPS I

[ DOOR CLOSES I

[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]

[ FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING ]

[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]

[ WOMAN SCREAMING I]

[ RETCHING I

[ MACHINE GUNS FIRING ]

SOLDIER: Take cover!

[ SHOUTING COMMANDS ]

SOLDIER:
There's some more, over there!

[ SPEAKING POLISH ]

Back up, around the other way.

[ MACHINE GUNS FIRING ]

[ YELLING IN POLISH ]

What's the odd smell
in this house, inspector?

The smell of war,
Major Grau.

Good morning, inspector.
Major.

I'm sorry to call you
at such an ungodly hour.

Not very nice,
I'm afraid.

The work of an amateur butcher,
I should say.

Why have you called me?

The dead woman's Polish,
isn't she?

This is not a case
for the German authorities.

Her name was Kupiecka.
Maria Kupiecka.

Kupiecka?

Oh, yes, she was a prostitute,
and a good friend to us.

She was also
a German agent.

Killed by a Polish patriot?

Providing the Polish patriot
was also a sexual degenerate.

Patriotism has been known
to have its vicious side.

100 knife wounds goes beyond
normal patriotic zeal.

1007?
That's just my guess, sir.

It would be impossible to count.

As you can see, the focus
of the murderer's attack

was on the woman's
sexual organs

using what appears to have been
a large clasp knife—

Thank you, Doctor,
there's no need to be vivid.

[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]

[ CONVERSING IN POLISH ]

Find anything?
No, not yet.

Who reported the murder?

A voice
on the telephone.

A man. He heard screams
at about 11:10.

Identify himself?
No.

Who lives in this house?

One of you...

One of you heard a scream
and telephoned the police.

One of you
knows something

about the way in which
this woman died.

If that person does not
tell us everything he knows

we shall assume that
her death was political.

That she was killed by a member
of the Polish underground

and that you are all
accomplices.

In which case,
it will be my sad duty

to turn the whole lot of you
over to the Gestapo.

The man who telephoned
the police

has one minute in which
to make himself known.

I heard the scream.

This one terrible scream.

And then, well, I.
I hid in the lavatory.

Then later,
perhaps 10 minutes later,

I telephoned the police.
That's all.

You did not give
the police your name.

That means that
there was something

you didn't
want them to know.

What could
that something be?

Well, there's a...

There's this crack in the door
to the lavatory.

And naturally you put your eye
to the crack and you saw?

I saw a man
coming down the stairs.

Describe him, please.

Well, it...

It was dark.

Describe him, please.

I couldn't see all of him.

Just the lower part,
the trousers.

Why are you so frightened
by what you saw?

Because it was
a uniform, sir.

Like yours.
Like mine?

A German officer?
The man's a liar.

German officers can commit
murders like anyone else.

Is that all you noticed?

That the trousers
were like mine?

Exactly like mine?

No.

Not exactly, sir. No.

There was a...

There was a red stripe
running down the leg.

He's lying.

Are you aware that only German
generals wear the red stripe?

Yes, sir. That's why
I was afraid.

I see.

It's impossible.

Nothing is impossible.

A German general.
Well, well.

I don't think we need to take
this testimony too seriously.

After all, it was dark
on the stairs.

Sir, I swear—

I swear I'm telling the truth.

And I believe you, until there's
evidence to the contrary.

Why would he tell
such a dangerous lie?

I want a complete
investigation.

But what happens
if the murderer

really is a general?

What happens?

Well, justice is blind,
my dear inspector.

Justice cannot see the red
stripe or the gold braid

but justice can sometimes hear
the cry of a murdered woman.

If a general is responsible,
why, we shall have to hang him.

Don't worry, Liesowski,
the responsibility is mine.

Good night.

MAN: Well, Inspector Morand,
you can't blame me

for not quite
remembering a case

that occurred almost
a generation ago.

But as they say,
it's the long arm of the law.

It's, uh,
it's 23 years ago.

My God, how time passes.

When I left the police,
right after the war

I managed to keep
some of my files.

Always glad
to help a colleague.

Ah, here we are,
Inspector.

Kupiecka, Maria.
Murdered. Unsolved.

The suspects were...

Oh, yes. Yes,
now I remember.

A German general was seen
allegedly leaving her room.

And of all the generals
in Warsaw

only three had no alibis
for the night in question.

LIESOWSKI: Here,
this is the Lichnowsky Palace.

It used to belong
to the Polish kings.

Then later it became a museum.

As you can see,
today it's still a museum.

During the war

the German headquarters
in Warsaw was located here.

As I was saying, we were
quite thorough, I thought

in the way
we eliminated suspects.

Had to proceed tactfully,
of course.

They were generals,
after all, and it was war.

And Poland was occupied.

SOLDIER:
Ready for inspection, sir.

LIESOWSKI: One of them was
General von Seidlitz-Gabler

Seventh Corps commander.

He was a Junker
of the old school.

He lived like royally
in the palace,

with his wife and daughter.

The night of the murder,
he was not in his quarters.

His chief of staff,
Major General Klaus Kahlenberge

also had no alibi
that night.

Of all the generals,
he was the least disagreeable.

An interesting man.
No wife, no children.

General Gabler, a message.
Yes?

A message from
General Tanz, sir.

Thank you,
Fréulein Neumaier.

It seems we have failed to keep
proper order in the city.

You have read it?
Oh, yes.

And because of our
notorious incompetence—

Incompetence?

They don't realize that
this is a garrison post,

that I am given only the dregs
of the army, the misfits.

Well, that was General Tanz's
word. Incompetence.

Not to mention subordinates
who shirk responsibility—

And because of our failure

the Fihrer has ordered Tanz
to solve the problem of Warsaw.

How?
Meticulously.

In three phases.

Using the most drastic means,
I suppose.

Drastic?

Monstrous.

LIESOWSKI:
Lieutenant General Tanz

commanded
the Nibelungen Division.

He was the youngest
Wehrmacht general.

A hero at Leningrad, a pet of
Hitler, a remarkable officer.

We Poles detested him.

He arrived in Warsaw on the day
the woman was killed.

He foo was unaccounted for
that night.

First roadblock,
set up there.

Yes, sir.

Sniping last night came
from a street two blocks away.

The entire quarter
is to be sealed off.

We shall take a leaf
from the fisherman's book.

First, we'll mark out
a wide perimeter,

then we'll start combing
the outlying streets.

That should set
the fish in motion.

Of course, they'll try to make
off in the opposite direction

but we'll have roadblocks
there to cut them off.

By the time
we've closed the net

we'll have them exactly
where we want them.

With their backs
to the ghetto wall.

Excuse me, general,

what about the civilian
population?

At the latest estimate,

this section of
the city contains

about 80,000
inhabitants.

One can hardly talk

of a normal civilian population
in this place.

I regard the experience to be
gained from this operation

as absolutely indispensable.
Hold it at 20.

Now, about those
flame throwers, sir

to be on the safe side,

I've requested three times
as many as needed.

What are you
scared of, children?

I think they're hungry.

What food do we have?
Some sandwiches, sir.

Bring them to me.
Yes, sir.

Yes, you're quite right,
they do look hungry.

Poor little devils.

Your lunch, sir.

Open it.
Yes, sir.

Filth!

Your hands.

Look at those nails.

Not even Polish children
should be given such muck.

Make a note.

Food and sweets to be carried
at all times for the children.

It does no harm
to win their confidence.

As for him, he's relieved as
my orderly. Home leave canceled.

Filthy pig. Last week
he offered me an unwashed glass.

Now he enters my sight
looking as though

he exhumed his grandmother
with his bare hands.

Absolute cleanliness,
that's what I demand.

Do I make myself clear?
Yes, sir.

As for our immediate
requirements,

see they're fully met.

Because once they are,
I shall seal off the district

and put the inhabitants
through a sieve.

All 80,0007?
Hmm.

General Tanz,
forgive me

but just as a matter
of curiosity

what do you feel is the exact
purpose of this exercise?

You've read the memorandum.

Yes. Yes, I have—

And what does
the memorandum say?

That phase one is intended
to intimidate the population

to search houses, to find
and arrest resistance.

Then that is the exact
purpose of the exercise.

An excellent plan.

Like my own
when I first came here

only I was never given the
ultimate authority to implement.

But am I to understand

that if there is resistance
during phase one

you would then go to phase two,
and even to phase three

which would mean the destruction
of the entire city?

You are to understand
exactly that.

Well, isn't that
somewhat excessive?

Excessive.

You will be aware that we
are 30 miles from Moscow.

We are moving ahead
on a 5000-mile front.

Every available soldier
is needed to conquer Russia.

Yet here in Warsaw,
three divisions are rotting

because of a few thousand criminal
Poles and Jews hiding in slums.

It is excessive to permit
this state of affairs.

[ KNOCKING ]
Who is it?

You have my full list
of requirements.

Of course.

Eleanore, come in.
Come in, my dear.

I hope
I'm not disturbing.

My wife arrived only
this morning from Berlin.

How was Berlin?

Eager to hear
the good news

that always follows in the wake
of a good soldier.

When I was told you were
with my husband,

I came straight here.

I wanted
to tell you myself

what an inspiration
you've been to us all at home.

I am flattered,
ma'am.

Oh, no, I'm not
flattering you.

I'm honoring you
as you deserve.

If you're not busy,
I shall need your help

with the arrangements
for the soiree tonight.

In your honor,
General Tanz.

I look forward to it, ma'am.

Oh, incidentally, our daughter,
Ulrike, is here in Warsaw.

She'll be
at the soiree too.

Yes?

You remember her,
don't you?

In Berlin, at the garden party
at General Jodl's house.

Oh yes, I do remember her.
My compliments, ma'am.

Sorry. I suppose
that was obvious.

But you know
how mothers are.

Anxious to become
mothers-in-law,

I should think.

A splendid officer,
no doubt of that.

Any mother would be proud
to see her daughter—

Married to
a war memorial?

Excuse me, ma'am.

I shall continue to study
General Tanz's plan.

With sinking heart.

I detest that man.

What does he mean,
“with sinking heart”?

Oh, the black book.

What were you saying,
my dear?

I don't dear say anything
when you've got your book out.

One must protect
one's reputation.

Another mess like the one
you've made here in Warsaw

and you won't have
a reputation to protect.

10:42.

What's the date?
The 13th.

Fortunately, I still
have some influence

at Supreme Headquarters.

Indeed you have,

for which I am grateful.

How nice that you
are here at last.

I want to talk to you
about Ulrike.

And I want to talk to you
about the soiree tonight.

I think you should know
that this morning

Ulrike was
extremely rude to me.

Considering where you are
sending her, I'm not surprised.

[ KNOCKING ]

Excuse me, General,

but there is a Major Grau
from Intelligence.

He would like to see you.

What does he want?

He said it was personal.

He's most persistent.

Tell him,
some other time.

Yes, sir.

By the way, what did you do
to your uniform last night?

Do? To my uniform?

Yes, there was a stain
on the jacket. A red stain.

Since you obviously didn't
cut yourself shaving

it could only
have been lipstick.

Shall I match the color with the
shade Fraulein Neumaier wears?

Don't be absurd.

Anyway, the evidence
is destroyed.

I've sent everything
to be cleaned.

Aren't you glad that I am here
now to look after you?

Of course I am,
dear Eleanore.

We are well-suited,
aren't we?

[ DOOR CLOSES I

I wish you'd
remember to knock.

Sorry, sir.

Major Grau of Intelligence
just rang from downstairs.

He asked to see you.

Oh?

What about?
He wouldn't say, sir.

Tell him I'm busy.

I already told him, sir.

I took the liberty.

Good.

Well?

He rang the motor pool
this morning.

Wanted to see
the log for last night

to see if anyone
had used the car.

I said that no information
could be released

without clearing it
first with us.

Good.
Yes, that's very good.

Thank you, sergeant.

[ CLEARS THROAT I

Yes?

Sir, about my cousin,
Hartmann.

Your cousin Hartmann?

Yes, sir.

You have his records, sir.
On your desk, sir.

Oh, yes.

He's just out of hospital.
He was wounded at Voronich.

He's on temporary duty
in Warsaw.

I had hoped that we could make
his duty with us permanent.

And by some
extraordinary coincidence

he's waiting in your
office to see me.

Yes, sir.

Show him in.
Thank you, sir.

[ KNOCKING ]

Come in.

Hartmann, Kurt. Lance corporal.
Reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.

It's a distinguished
record, Corporal.

I see from your
press clippings.

Otto is obviously keeping
a scrapbook for you.

I see that you are,
“The reincarnation of Siegfried,

a German hero
from the Golden Age.”

Do you feel like Siegfried?

Well, I'm not at all certain,
sir, how Siegfried felt.

Well, that's
a sensible answer.

I see they've given you
the Iron Cross.

He killed 40 Russians
single-handed.

Splendid.

Well now,
as to your future

I imagine that
as a university man,

you'd want to
become an officer.

Therefore I shall be
happy to send you to, uh—

Um...

You don't want to go
to officers' school?

I should prefer to remain
a corporal, sir.

Actually, General,
he doesn't mean that.

What he means is—

What do you mean?

I mean, I don't want to become
an officer. That's all.

I'm shattered.

My world is toppling.

What is the point
of being a general

when corporals
prefer to be corporals?

He's still a bit shaky,
after the hospital.

Yes, apparently.

Your cousin suggested that you
join us here at headquarters

but I should think
you'd be anxious

to get back
to the fighting.

No?
No, sir.

General, what
he really means is—

Leave us, Sergeant.

[, um...

I don't seem to
understand you, Corporal.

I want to survive, sir.
I want to live through the war.

Well, naturally.
We all do.

But we are soldiers,
we must fight.

Yes, Sir.
And I have.

And you don't
want to go back.

Is this the reincarnation
of Siegfried?

I'm sorry, sir, but I
have a horror of death.

Even in a good cause?

Let me see now.

According to your papers,
in civilian life you were

a student at Dresden?

Music conservatory, yes,
sir. I studied piano.

Music, piano, yes. Yes.

Yes.

I think I have
an assignment for you.

But one which requires
great courage.

Only a man
who has killed—

How many was it?
Let me see.

Yes, 40 Russians single-handed,
would be equal to the task.

Now, what about Chopin,
wasn't he Polish?

Didn't he write
the Polonaises?

Can you play them?
Yes, madam.

You don't sound
very enthusiastic.

Well, madam, they were
patriotic pieces

celebrating
the glory of Poland.

The glory of Poland isn't
what we're here to celebrate.

So I thought that perhaps
we might play—

Wagner.

I remember
the Fihrer saying,

after a performance
of Parsital,

“There's no such thing
as too much Wagner.”

After Parsifal?

I must say, it's unusual
to find a fighting man

who also
knows about music.

Thank you, madam.

No, don't thank me,
wait until I've thanked you.

And I won't until
after the soiree.

I dislike
being a bore, major.

You never bore me, Engel.

But I can't help wondering
what you're trying to prove.

Just what do you
think you're doing?

My job.

If you say anything
to any of them,

the murderer will know
you're after him.

That's the point
of the exercise.

Good evening, Sergeant.
Sir.

But look, sir, why do you care
who killed that bitch?

She's better off dead,
anyway.

Have you ever heard
of the Eumenides?

The what?
Greek mythology.

A number of disagreeable ladies,
sometimes known as the Furies.

They believe that spilled blood
calls out for vengeance.

That's how justice began.

Well, we don't
want it to end, do we,

just because
there's a war on?

Wait for me here.
I'm afraid I won't be long.

Mad.

Grau.

Colonel Mannheim.

What on earth
are you doing here?

You must be
out of your mind.

If the generals won't see me,
I must come here to see them.

Well, God help you,
Grau. I won't.

Better have some
champagne. You'll need it.

You may be right, sir.

General Tanz, to my mind you're
a model man in every respect

except one.

You've not married.

May I ask why not?

No opportunity.
Greatly regret it.

Well, perhaps you've allowed
opportunities to slip by.

General Tanz
is a young man

whose life has been spent
as a soldier.

His generation has been denied
the pleasures of domesticity.

We live in a period which makes
great demands upon us.

There is little time for what is
commonly known as private life.

Quite right.
Champagne, General?

Water.
Water?

A glass of water
for General Tanz.

Here comes Ulrike.

You remember her
from Berlin.

Good evening,
General.

She's been with me
a year now, as a soldier.

An excellent soldier.

Thank you, Father.

I still find it hard
to get used to the idea

of young girls
in the army.

We're building
a new world order,

and women should not be exempt
from playing their part.

I knew you
would understand.

Ulrike has now decided
to become a nurse

in a military hospital run
by an order of nuns in Bavaria.

We're very proud
of our girl.

Is it true that
in the Battle of Leningrad

you used frozen bodies instead
of sandbags for your artillery?

The story is exaggerated.

Oh, I am sorry.

Some soldiers lie
and rot in the battlefield.

I thought it most imaginative,
putting the dead to work,

you might say.

Nobody rots with me.

Your water, General.

Thank you.

My compliments. I liked the bit
about the frozen bodies.

Thank you, General.
Be careful.

Ulrike has a most original
way of expressing herself.

Needless to say, I shall miss
not having her with me.

Then why let her go?

Come along, General,
let's have some supper.

You'll join us too,
Kahlenberge?

Courage.
Is not enough.

How dare you speak like that
to General Tanz?

It serves you right
for what you're doing to me.

Whatever I do is for your own
good. I think only of you.

Only of me?
You have changed.

When did I begin
to interest you so much?

Good evening.

You've become vicious.

Yes, it's the war, Mother.

Well, the nuns will soon
improve your manners.

Suppose I refuse to go?

You will be ordered to go,
I have seen to that already.

You have no choice.

You really are
a terrible woman, Mother.

I suppose
we deserve each other.

Colonel Mannheim!

Good evening.
Yes, I'd love to dance with you.

In my memoirs, I keep
a record of everything.

Yours will be the place of honor
in the Warsaw chapter.

General von Seidlitz-Gabler?

Sir.

Oh, yes,
you are Major...?

Grau, Intelligence.
Under Colonel Mannheim.

I tried to see you today.

In fact, I tried to see each
of you, without much success.

I'm sorry, Major, but general
officers are sometimes busy.

What was it you wanted
to see us about?

Last night,
a prostitute was murdered.

A prostitute?

That's an occupational
hazard, isn't it?

When you hear the details,
you'll agree it's a unique case.

Unique? You can't
be serious.

We live in an age in which

bodies lie around streets
like cobblestones.

What's so unique
about this case?

Come to the point. Last night,
a woman was murdered.

Yes, General,

in Bulkowa Street, number 27,
fourth-floor apartment

Maria Kupiecka, a prostitute,
also one of our agents.

She was stabbed to death,
most brutally.

Cut to pieces, in fact.

A charming story.

But what has that
to do with us?

Preliminary investigation
has established

that each of you was...

well, unaccounted for
last night.

To whom should we be
accountable, Major?

I fail to see what my...

What our movements should
have to do with you

or with this woman's death.

The murderer was seen
leaving the woman's room.

In that case, you
must know who he is.

Not exactly. The face was not
visible, but the uniform was.

It was the uniform
of a German officer.

In fact, a German general.

This is a very
serious charge.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Oh, yes, sir,
my duty.

Then consider your duty done,
Major. Good night

Are you, by any chance,
using perfume?

I occasionally use a strong
eau de cologne after shaving.

Good night, sir.

I will of course want to see
each of you tomorrow,

if I may,
in line of duty.

It is quite possible
that we've been misled,

but we don't want to leave
any loose ends dangling, do we?

Until tomorrow.
Good night, Generals.

Astonishing behavior!

Who invited him?
Not I.

Socially, Major Grau
has not been a success.

I'm sorry, General. I should
have had him arrested.

Why? He was merely
doing his duty.

Yes.

Well, uh...

Now, there are some officers
I should like to present to you.

Some sauerbraten,
General?

Make yourself comfortable,
Inspector.

This is my third restaurant
in Berlin.

That's if you
count the sausage shop

I had down by the station
right after the war.

We were really
on our ass then.

Now look. Germany is booming.
We made it.

Well, come along,
Inspector, do sit down.

One large Munchen, please.

Now then, you asked me
about General Kahlenberge.

Well, I don't suppose
there was anyone

who knew him
better than me.

Hartmann's doing a good job,
isn't he, sir?

Yes.

What?

Oh, yes!

Apparently.

MAN: Of course, inspector,
as I said before

I haven't seen Hartmann
since the war.

Don't want to see him,
after what he did.

But I'll say one thing,

he had the most
extraordinary effect on women.

I don't know why.

Well, he wasn't what you'd call
really handsome.

Too skinny.

But whatever it was he had,

it worked out all right
with women.

I think they must
have got together

almost from
the first moment they met.

Well, things were like that
in the war.

I remember once in Paris,
meeting this girl in the metro.

Anyway, you didn't
waste time then,

not when knowing
maybe tomorrow

you'd be sent to the fronts

or the damned Allies
would drop a bomb on you.

Sorry, I didn't mean that
about the Allies.

After all, where would we
be now without the Americans?

Nice.

I'd forgotten how nice.

Didn't you say there're
no girls in Russia?

Girls?

I was too scared.

I'm hopeless when I'm scared.

Well, it's a good thing
I don't scare you, isn't it?

It's just that this room
makes me nervous.

Nervous?

Oh, you have
no sense of history.

This used to be the bed
of the king of Poland.

Did it really? It's like
sleeping on the floor.

It's freezing in here.

But the king and the queen
never slept.

They just made love.

They were never cold.

Do you like the war?

Do I like the war?

Good God, no. Do you?

If it weren't for the war, I'd
be on the marriage circuit now,

living on some army post

making conversation
with dreary young officers.

Instead of making love
with dreary young corporals.

Oh, not dreary.
Not at all.

In fact, the best so far.
Oh?

Do you specialize
in corporals?

No.

Only heroes like you.

Just think, all this bravery
in my arms.

It must be very inspiring.

What's the matter?

You know we mustn't
like each other too much.

Why? Because I'm a corporal
and you're a general's daughter?

No.

It's because...

It's a man, a girl, a war.

Two boys I knew
are already dead in Russia.

It's funny.

In the dark,
you feel just like them to me.

Do you like this war?

No.

I like this.

[ BELLS TOLLING ]

[ CAR BACKFIRING ]

No, no!

What's wrong?

Nothing. I thought
they were firing at me.

You're shaking like a leaf.

I'm all right now.

What's it like
having people try to kill you?

Noisy bastards.

Good morning.

Good morning,
King of Poland.

What's it like having people
try to kill you?

Well, what do you
think it's like?

Terrible.

Yes.

I'm glad—

Well, I'm glad
that you're here.

So am I.

But you'll be going back soon,
I suppose?

Not if I can help it,
I won't.

Can you bear the truth?

Probably not.

I'm a fraud.
Impossible.

When they opened fire on us
at Voronich, I ran away.

It's as simple as that.

Then, I've no idea how,
I was hit.

It was like a door
slamming in my head,

and I thought I was dead.

Next thing I remember
I woke up in the hospital

and there was this general
congratulating me

on having killed 40 Russians
single-handed.

You see, they were all killed
that day, the whole company.

Everyone was killed except me,
and I suppose

it didn't look too good,
a whole company being wiped out

to they decided to make
a hero of the survivor.

The one who ran away.

So now what do you think
of all that bravery?

Well, that's a lovely story.
I think it's marvelous.

Marvelous?
Yes.

For once,
the joke's on them.

Come, make love
to the queen of Poland.

I must say you are,
well, unexpected.

It's lucky we met.

What's lucky is right now.

You know, when this war
is over—

Mm-mm.
It will never end.

Well, what happened?

Did you see them?

General Gabler and
General Kahlenberge

are in conference
and cannot be disturbed.

I told you
they wouldn't see you.

Where's General Tanz?

Why don't we forget about this?
We have other things to do.

Where's General Tanz?

In the old city,

conducting
a tactical exercise.

I don't trust him.

In the field, he must
use his discretion.

He has no discretion.
He is ruthless.

Now, now, you exaggerate.

He will only go to phase two
if phase one is a failure.

What is a failure?

If the Poles, the Jews,
try to retaliate.

What constitutes
retaliation,

a rock thrown
at this golden head?

Is that sufficient warrant
for the demolition of the city?

You always overstate things,
Kahlenberge.

General Tanz is a responsible
officer who—

[ KNOCKING ]

Come in.

Sorry, sir. Colonel Mannheim
to see General Kahlenberge, sir.

We'll discuss this later.

And don't worry about Tanz.
I'll take care of him.

Colonel Mannheim, sir.

You wanted to see me, general.

Yes, yes.

Yes, I did, Colonel.
I wanted to see you about...

Damn it, what was it about?

Yes.

Yes, I remember now.

You have an officer
on your staff, a Major Grau.

Halt!

Halt!

Major Grau
to see General Tanz.

Major Grau?

Just a minute, sir.

Get me CP,
Colonel Sandauer, urgent.

Roadblock four calling CP.
Roadblock four calling CP.

Can you hear me? Over.

Get your hands up.

Hands up.

Colonel Sandauer on the line,
Sergeant.

Colonel Sandauer,
there's a Major Grau here.

Wants to see the general.
My orders were—

What?

Yes, sir. Yes, Sir.

You may pass, Major.

Stop!

Go ahead.

Well, at least
you have one friend.

So it would seem.

Hands up!

Keep moving.
Keep moving.

Have them over here.
Over here. Over here.

Get back!

Name.

First name.

Profession.
Halt!

Major Grau.
Go ahead, sir.

Wait for me here.

This is Wehrmacht's radio unit

assigned to the Reich's general
government of Poland.

This broadcast is coming to you
directly from Warsaw.

A few yards from where I am,
I see General Tanz,

the hero of Leningrad.

He is conducting a series
of maneuvers

in the streets of the city.

An entire area is being
temporarily evacuated

in the interest
of public order and safety.

Sector one reports
phase one successful.

Sector three,
no resistance encountered.

Thank you, Sandauer.

The soldiers, of course, are
dedicated to their commander.

He is a superb
craftsman of war

and his presence alone inspires
men to extraordinary valor.

The exercise is being carried
out with meticulous precision

according to plan.

The population is extremely
cooperative and friendly.

Sector four reports
phase one operative.

Sector two,
flamethrowers ready.

Phase one to continue
until further orders.

Yes, sir.

All sectors from
commanding general,

phase one to continue
until further orders.

Main sector,
flamethrowers ready.

Go ahead.
Yes, sir.

Forward march.

General Tanz?

A few more minutes.

Halt!
Stop!

Get him!

Stop! Fire!

Sandauer!

Stand by for phase two.
Phase two, sir?

Stand by for phase two.

Yes, sir.

Notify all units.
Phase one completed.

Stand by for phase two.
Yes, sir.

CP to all sectors:
stand by for phase two.

Phase two!

Phase two!

Yes, sir.
Phase two.

Phase two.

Fire!

Fire!

Now the major
may put his questions.

He's gone, sir.

That maniac is blowing up
half the city.

Let's go.

Did you say there was
no real resistance?

No. I was there.

One shot from one sniper,
that was all,

and he blows up the city.

Now, now, we're
not the generals.

It is their business,
you know, not ours.

We're here just
to keep the papers moving.

Yours have arrived.

Congratulations.

For what?

You've been promoted
to lieutenant colonel.

Promoted?

And transferred to Paris
as of this date.

Lucky fellow.

Transferred,
but why?

Who signed
the transfer?

General Gabler,
naturally.

What are you doing?

I'm going to finding out
where the order originated.

On whose recommendation here.

Calm down.
I've already checked.

General Kahlenberge.
He recommended your transfer.

Did he indeed?

You must have made
quite an impression last night.

It would seem so.
Thank you, Colonel.

It's just as well,
you know.

That's a matter of opinion.

Above all, Major Grau,
not too much zeal.

I have a zealous nature,
sir. I can't help it.

Yes, Inspector, I was
in Warsaw with General Tanz.

And I resent those
cheap journalists

who make him out to be
some sort of inhuman monster.

He was not.

[ SPEAKING ITALIAN ]

Forgive me, Inspector.

We hire a lot
of foreigners nowadays.

We can't get Germans anymore,
not for real work.

I've seen General Tanz
in the field

with the wounded, the dying.

He was extraordinary.

Compassionate, gentle.

Do you know that
after Leningrad

Hitler ordered the general not
to expose himself to enemy fire?

Of course, he found this
a great hardship.

He was only happy in battle.

[ KNOCKING ]
Yes?

[ SPEAKING SPANISH ]

Ah, gracias. Gracias.

I'm also learning Spanish.

Well, soon everything
will be automated.

Except the manager,
of course.

And then in July 1944,
we were transferred to Paris.

The Allies were
in Normandy by then

and Hitler ordered us to stop
them in front of Paris.

We nearly did too, except that
the army was betrayed, as usual.

But we mustn't talk politics.
It's bad for business, isn't it?

You asked me about Paris.

SANDAUER: It was a paradise to
us, particularly after Russia.

I remember that summer
as though it were yesterday.

The empty streets,
the heat, the quiet.

Everything cheap.

By the way, I was in Paris last
summer, and my Goa, the prices.

When they gave me my hotel bill
I couldn't believe it.

But in July ‘44,
Paris was still our city.

I suppose that's
a lactless thing to say,

but we did love Paris.

In any case,
General Tanz and /

were due to arrive
on July 20th.

But at the last moment,

the general decided
to come a few days early.

So I sent a messenger

to Seventh Corps headquarters
at Versailles

to say that we would be
in Paris on the 17th.

I think you know why I'm giving
you the exact dates.

As it turned out, it was a good
thing we arrived when we did.

However, there were those
who were not at all pleased

to learn of our early arrival.

Thank you,
that will be all.

Heil Hitler.
Heil Hitler.

Oh, I shall be with General
Gabler in the war room.

Yes, sir.

What about my pass?
Is it all right?

For God's sake, relax!

Operation Hartmann, phase one,
will begin tomorrow,

18 July, at 0915

when the lance corporal reports
to the train station.

With a car.

With a car duly requisitioned
from the motor pool.

Phase two,

the lance corporal meets the
secret consignment from Berlin.

Then?

Then phase three:

A 24-hour pass
for the lance corporal

will begin tomorrow at noon.

You've got it?
Here.

A corporal and a general's
daughter.

You know, you really are
asking for trouble.

But it's your funeral,
not mine!

[ ELECTRIC HUMMING ]

MAN:
The British Second Army

has been advancing
towards Falaise

trying to cut off
two of our panzer divisions

from our main supply route.

During the last 48 hours,
the enemy has succeeded

in crossing the Orne River,
here and here.

However, we were able
to stop them here

with the help of
the 12th SS Panzer Division

which is counter-attacking
at the present moment.

Now what do we do?

To be precise,
what do you do?

We. You're in this too.
General Gabler.

The field marshal will
see you at 4:00.

Thank you, Major.

I admit that it's
inconvenient for you.

It's a good deal
more than that. Why?

Just why
is General Tanz arriving

three days earlier
than was planned?

You suspect something odd?

He comes
straight from Hitler.

Isn't that odd enough?

I want to hear this.

MAN: The American First Army

occupied the town
of Saint-L6.

Our troops are withdrawing
to new positions

south and southeast of town.

Reinforcements have—

General von Seidlitz-Gabler,
General Kahlenberge.

I never had the opportunity
to thank you for my promotion.

I'm sorry. Grau,
Intelligence, Warsaw, 1942.

Oh, yes, yes.
Good to see you again, Colonel.

You once had the vision
to transfer me to Paris.

We do our best
to give pleasure. Good day.

I understand we're soon to be
joined by General Tanz.

Quite like old times.

Excuse me.
I just wanted to greet you.

General.

Tiresome fellow.

Strange, isn't it?

Everybody seems to be aware
that Tanz is coming here.

I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

Obviously not.

It's always disagreeable
when the cat gets back

to find the mice
have been playing.

We could of course
distract the cat

by suggesting that he take a few
days off to play a little too.

Particularly after all...

After all that you've been
through, my dear general,

these past few months in Russia

I know it must have been
perfect hell for you.

I want 4,000 men
by the end of the week.

And you shall have them.

Your Col. Sandauer has been
working with Gen. Kahlenberge.

We are scraping
the sides of the barrel,

but you'll have your 4,000.

Meanwhile, why don't you
take a few days off?

Rest a bit, see the sights of
Paris. It's your first visit.

I want only combat troops,
no decaying old men or children.

Yes. We are making good
progress, Kahlenberge and I.

After all, it may be your
last chance to see Paris.

It may be anyone's
last chance. Such a pity.

A necessity.

But of course.
Of course it's necessary.

Stern measures, the only thing
people respect.

All 'm suggesting is you
leave everything to us...

A commander does not—

...and your excellent
Colonel Sandauer.

We've arranged a suite
for you at the— Kahlenberge?

At your hotel.
At the Excelsior.

You'll have a car,
a driver

and whatever else
strikes your fancy.

One must relax
occasionally, General.

I can't afford to.

You give me no alternative but
to compel you to enjoy yourself.

Must I order you?

Because if I must,
I'm afraid I shall have to.

Yes, sir.

Evidently you are not
ready for me.

Very well.

I shall devote one day
to seeing the city.

I shall
return to headquarters

at 0800 hours
on the morning of the 19th.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Well, that wasn't so bad.
You now have one day's grace.

We need two,
until the 20th.

Come and have dinner with
Eleanore and me tomorrow.

Ulrike's arriving.
Bad luck.

Naturally, she forgot to say
which train she'd be on.

I assume...

I assume you're
with us now.

In spirit,
of course, but—

You'll have to make up
your mind. Soon.

Making up one's mind
is one thing,

speaking it is another.

You worry too much.

Patience is one of the few
virtues that I possess.

At ease.

Sergeant, get me
the military governor's office

on the telephone.

Corporal?
Sir.

I have an assignment
for you.

Come in.

Get me
the military governor's office.

For General Kahlenberge.

You're to stay with him
every minute of the day.

24-hour call,
do you understand?

Yes, sir.

He may want
to go out at night.

Do you know anything which might
interest General Tanz?

Nightclubs or girls,
that sort of thing.

A few, sir.

But I don't really know
what the general's taste is.

Let us hope that whatever it is,
it is not you, Corporal.

However,
if it should be,

remember that you're
serving the fatherland.

I'll try to remember, sir.

Should he ask you to take him
to his headquarters,

you're to telephone me

either here
or at my hotel.

Yes, sir.

You'll report
to Colonel Sandauer

for specific instructions.

Sir?

What is it, Corporal?

I'm sorry, but I was supposed
to have a 24-hour leave

starting tomorrow.

That's impossible.

Could I not have just
one hour free in the morning?

No.

Sir.

Hartmann?
Sir?

This is important.

All right.
Now where were we?

Oh, yes.
Childhood diseases?

Measles.

I can't remember.
Nothing serious, I think.

Chicken pox.

Bed-wetting?

No, sir.
Fear of the dark?

No, not particularly.

Venereal disease?

No, sir.

Now what about books?

Books?

Do you read books?

Yes, sir, I read books.

What?

War and Peace.

Nietzsche,
The Decline of the West.

Books on psychology,
pathology?

No, not much.

Show me your hands.

All right. Now, you'll have
a room in the general's hotel.

He'll want to see
the principal sights of Paris.

You will prepare an itinerary
and submit it to me.

When not in the field, the
general goes to bed at 11:45.

He seldom drinks or smokes

so you will probably have
an early evening.

Now this is
my private number

in case you
should need me.

Need you, sir?

If anything out of the ordinary
should happen,

ring me immediately.

Is that understood?
Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Incidentally,

avoid all cemeteries,
tombs, any mention of death.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

Inspector Morand, please.

Third floor, room 158.

Who shall I say is here?
Thank you.

I can find my own way.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Welcome, Colonel Grau,
to the spider's web.

How did you know
it was me?

What other German colonel
would enter unannounced?

Almost any
SS colonel would.

Actually, I saw you
reflected in the window.

Impossible,
it's too dirty.

I hope you're not
allergic to dust.

Old crimes, Colonel,

they generate
a good deal of dust.

Unsolved crimes.

The dust has settled.

We can always unsettle it.

Is that why you came?
Do sit down, Colonel.

I must apologize for the heat,
but it's nearly August

when most Parisians
leave Paris.

Let's hope Germans have
the good sense to do the same.

Saint-L6 fell to the Allies
this morning.

BBC?

Coffee?
No, thank you.

You have dossiers
on everyone, don't you?

On everyone
interesting.

German as well as French?

At the specific request
of German Intelligence

we keep an occasional eye
on interesting Germans.

Like me?

I have always found you
interesting.

Thank you.

What about
German generals?

Well, what about them?

Generals are interesting?

Then, to the degree
that they are interesting,

we keep an eye on them too.

Good. Here are the names
of three generals,

I want to know
everything about them.

Everything may be too much.

What specifically
are you looking for?

One of them is a murderer.

Only one?

But murder is the occupation
of generals.

Let's say that what is admirable
on the large scale

is monstrous on the small.

Since we must give medals
to mass murderers

let us try to give justice
to the small entrepreneur.

Nicely put. I shall be glad
to help you if I can.

I realize that nothing
is free in this world,

even between colleagues.

Especially between colleagues.

In exchange
for your information

I shall arrange
for the release from prison

of three French resistors.

Thank you.

Have you a favorite suspect?

Not really, no.

On the night of the murder,

each general had
something to conceal.

The night
of the murder was...?

December the 12th,
1942, Warsaw.

Then just as I started
my investigation,

I was transferred to Paris.

By the murderer?
Possibly.

For two years I've wanted
to reopen the case.

Now I can. As of today,
all three are in Paris.

General Gabler.

He's very partial to the sort
of girl who was killed.

Oh, a girl. A crime of passion,
as we say.

Passion, yes,

but only in the sense of your
distinguished Marquis de Sade.

Oh, a sex crime, I see. Is that
why the case excites you?

The girl was also
a German agent.

She may have been killed
because of something she knew.

That's why Kahlenberge
intrigues me the most.

He seems to have
no private life,

and yet he disappears from
time to time, just vanishes.

No one knows
where or why.

And General Tanz?

A perfect maniac.

GRAU: / saw him destroy
an entire quarter of Warsaw

for the sheer pleasure of it.

On the Eastern Front,
he was known as ‘the Buitcher.”

He lost most of his division
in Russia.

He revels in death. Which is
why, in a curious way,

I don't think he's the man
I'm looking for.

Anyone who has the power
to destroy a city

whenever he chooses

does not need such minor sport
as killing a girl.

I could be wrong, of course.

Hartmann?
Yes.

I'm Sergeant Kopatski,
the general's orderly.

For the time being,
that is.

I forgot to take
his laces out

before cleaning
his shoes this morning.

For God's sake,
where are your gloves?

You'll get
finger marks on it.

I haven't got any gloves.
They never told me.

Take mine.

These are the general's
holiday rations.

One bottle of cognac,

one thermos of coffee
at 40 degrees centigrade

200 cigarettes.

Does the general drink?

Like a sponge,
only he never shows it.

Put the briefcase
on the back seat.

On the right side.

Whenever he leaves the car,
clean out the ashtrays.

He smokes like a chimney.

Clean everything in sight.

Clean everything
out of sight

including the engine.

If you don't,
he'll tear your head off.

It's now one second to 9:00.

Here he comes.

I've given him full
instructions, sir.

Name?

Hartmann, Kurt,
lance corporal, sir.

Show the general
your hands.

Well, don't stand there like
a fool. Put your gloves on.

He seems to know Paris.

He's prepared an itinerary
of the sights of the city.

I have endorsed it.

I shall see you tomorrow morning
at headquarters.

Yes, General.

Sergeant Kopatski is relieved
as my orderly.

This morning he smeared polish
on my shoelaces.

14 days
confined to barracks.

Yes, General.

We've just passed
the Place Vendome, sir.

The column is 142 feet high
and was erected in 1810.

I's made of bronze from 1,200
cannon captured at Austerlitz.

There's a statue of Napoleon
on the top.

In front of us, sir,
the Tuileries Gardens.

The Tuileries Palace used to be
in the middle of the gardens.

In 1792, at the time
of the French Revolution

the Paris mob
attacked the palace

forcing the king and queen
to escape.

It was burnt down in...

In 1871.

We are now coming
into Place de la Concorde.

One of the most beautiful
squares in Paris.

It was here, in the middle
of the square

that Louis XVI
and Marie Antoinette

were beheaded
during the revolution.

The guillotine was there,
in the center,

where the obelisk is now.

Keep your eye on the road,
Corporal.

Yes, sir.

[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS I]

Fréulein Gabler?
Yes.

I'm Sergeant Kopke from your
father's headquarters.

How did they know
which train I was on?

They didn't.

May I?

You see,
I'm Hartmann's cousin.

We got no secrets,
Hartmann and me.

More like brothers,
really.

He's all right, isn't he?

All right?
Never better.

No, it's just
at the last moment

he was assigned to drive
General Tanz.

Only for today.
That's why he couldn't meet you.

Well, how are things
in the fatherland?

Any cities left after
all the bombing?

A few, yes, here and there.

There's one good thing
about Paris.

It's an open city,
no bombs.

I hate bombs.

[ WHISTLE BLOWING ]

This way, Fréulein Gabler.

I have a car for you
just outside.

I'll take you
to your father's hotel.

Hartmann's
staying there too.

With General Tanz,
just for tonight.

So I suppose you'll
run into him sooner or later

in the lobby
or something.

The gallery is shut
to the public, sir.

But special permission
has been granted for you

to see the paintings.

Most were confiscated
and assembled here

before being sent
to Germany.

General Tanz.
You've been notified.

Yes, Corporal.
Here's all the information.

On your right, sir,
paintings by Boucher

the 18th-century
French master.

All these paintings
have been selected

for Reichsmarschall Goering.

What's in there?

Paintings requisitioned
from private collections

by order
of the Reichsmarschall.

What kind of paintings?

Modern, sir,
and some Impressionists.

Decadent?

I suppose so, sir.

Light.

Toulouse-Lautrec,
Le Divan.

Renoir, Nude,
painted in 1910.

Gaugin, On the Beach,
from his Tahitian period.

Another nude by Renoir.

Soutine,
Un Gargon d'Etage.

Degas, the Tub,
painted in 1886.

Van Gogh, Vincent,
self-portrait.

Sometimes called
Vincent in Flames

painted while
in an insane asylum

during the last years
of his life.

Here, sir, a painting
by Cézanne.

How dare you touch me!

Excuse me, sir,
but, but—

Never do that again!

I thought that General Gabler
was going to join us for lunch.

Nowadays, General Gabler
does not eat lunch.

Really? That could prove
injurious to his health.

Yes. Yes,
I've told him.

However, once—

Once the exercise is completed,
he will join us at every meal.

He may not be invited then.

Shall we go to the garden?

We've had particularly good luck
with the roses this season.

It's a very beautiful place
you have here, sir.

Thank you, General.

We have spent
two delightful summers here.

I shall regret leaving it.

Hitler is now at his
headquarters in Rastenburg.

If all goes well,
the day after tomorrow

at approximately 1:30
in the afternoon

he will be dead.

If I may say so,
we hope he will be dead.

Look at that! These damn
beetles. They're everywhere.

Sir, how do we know that Hitler
won't change his plans

at the last minute?

Twice this month we
were ready for him,

but he was not
ready for us.

What if something
goes wrong, Sir?

We shall all
be executed, Colonel.

I imagine the Gestapo have
most of our names already.

This is our last chance.

This is also our last chance
militarily.

The Allies will be across
the Rhine before winter.

It is now or never.

Fortunately, we are not
as alone as we once were.

We have the support of the
greatest soldier in Germany,

Field Marshal Rommel.

Rommel?

This will make all the
difference to the army.

Rommel is more popular
than Hitler.

Rommel is even almost
a better general.

It is our plan
to make him president

of the German Republic.

KAHLENBERGE: Of the moment,
Field Marshal Rommel

Is touring the Western front

but when we need him,
he will join us here.

Try to hold this position
one more day.

That is, assuming the
reinforcements arrive in time.

Excuse me, sir.

An urgent dispatch
for you.

The enemy has broken the line
in the vicinity of Coutance.

Do what you can.

Be careful on the roads,
Field Marshal.

The enemy has complete
command of the air.

General Von Eisenbeck
is on his way to Rastenburg

to report to the Fihrer.

Tell the fuhrer the SS would
rather die than fail him.

I shall tell him,
General.

I'll stop overnight
in Livarot.

Tomorrow I'll be
at headquarters.

And after that, sir?
Where can you be reached?

Who knows?

On the 20th,
I may be in Paris.

You shouldn't have
mentioned the date.

The date means nothing.
Yet.

I still think you should wait
before you commit yourself.

I am committed.

You realize that if they fail,
you'll be shot as a traitor.

But I am a traitor,

a traitor to a madman.

Who is still
the supreme commander

you once obeyed
and admired.

When a commander goes mad,
he forfeits his right to supremacy.

We have little choice.
If we don't remove him now

we shall be traitors
to the fatherland.

If we do remove him now,

history may one day
call us patriots, heroes.

No matter what happens, I'm
afraid we shall be misjudged.

You're probably right.

But at least I hope
you'll be cautious.

It's too late for caution. The
war's lost. We must surrender.

But if he survives?
He'll never surrender.

His kind of madman
never does.

He wants the bodies of every
German man, woman and child

to feed on the funeral pyre

on which he himself
will eventually die

in Wagnerian glory.

I intend to deny him
that glory.

I intend—

[ PLANE ENGINE DRONING ]

Enemy planes on our left,
field marshal. They've seen us.

[ MACHINE GUNS FIRING ]

Take cover!
Drive off the road, quick!

I'm sorry, madam,
I was delayed.

What happened?

Field Marshal Rommel
has been wounded.

Oh, no.
How serious is it?

He's in coma. They don't think
he'll live through the night.

Terrible.
How did it happen?

Normally.

That is to say, his car
was strafed by Allied aircraft.

In that case,
this is the end.

I don't agree.

Are you mad?

There are other generals.

Yes, it isn't the end,
not by any means.

But a setback,
you must admit that.

Madam, I can't stay.
You must forgive me.

Ulrike,
welcome to Paris.

It's good to see
the good general.

ELEANORE:
Good night, General.

This thing can't work.
You don't have Rommel.

You do have Tanz
returning to duty tomorrow.

Only a miracle
can help you.

Then help
with the miracle.

Keep Tanz away
from headquarters tomorrow.

I shall do my best,
of course.

But remember,
if things do go wrong,

you will all
need a friend.

Someone who is
uncontaminated.

That's why I think
it best for everybody

if I appear neutral
and bide my time.

Don't force me to break
my neck by jumping the fence

when I can stay usefully
alive by sitting on it.

You see what I mean?

Yes, I see what you mean.

An adequate restaurant.

Very clean.

Shall I drive you back
to your hotel, sir?

Why?

I thought
you might be tired.

Yes.

Tell me, Corporal, are the
sights of Paris confined

to those which stimulate
the intellect and stomach?

By no means, sir.

Then we must be thorough.

You will report to me here
in precisely 30 minutes.

Oh, and Corporal.
Yes, sir.

You will wear
civilian clothes.

You will get them
from the hall porter.

[ WAITER SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Moi?

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

I am thirsty.

When a man is silent

it's because he's shy
or because he has suffered.

You are too good-looking
to need to be shy.

If you have suffered...

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

I can help you
forget your suffering.

Evidently you have not
suffered enough.

At 7:30,
you are to wake me.

Bath water,
31 degrees.

Breakfast to consist of four
raw eggs, two slices of toast

coffee, one ounce of brandy.

Yes, sir.
Good night, Corporal.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Hello, could I speak
to Fréulein—-7?

Kurt.

Remember me?

Yes, the queen of Poland.
Mm-hmm.

Back from exile.

I thought of this
so often.

Is it how you thought
it would be?

[ TELEPHONE RINGS ]

Hello?

But, sir, I—

Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.

Damn!
General Tanz?

Colonel Sandauer.

He wants me to sleep
downstairs in Tanz's suite.

Don't.

No, I won't.

You're the same.
Am I?

Except I'm not
really the same.

Why? What's different?

I don't know exactly.

You tell me, all right? I think
you're the only one who can.

Yes, I'll tell you.

You have to go?

Or be shot.

Don't be shot, ever.

You mustn't worry.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Who knows where
we'll be tomorrow.

I'm sorry.
Where do we meet?

Look,
go to this place at 7:00.

If 'm not there, ask for
Raymonde. It's quite safe.

Can you wait until 77?

No.

Neither can I.

Go quickly.

Kurt.

We don't have
very good luck, do we?

That's why it's got
to get better.

Good night.

Good night.

Who is it?

Corporal Hartmann, sir.

What?

Colonel Sandauer phoned, sir.
He said I was to sleep here.

Yes.

[ HIGH PITCHED RINGING ]

Who is it?
It's me, sir.

Yes?

With your breakfast, sir.

My coffee black, two-thirds
of a cup, no sugar.

Yes, sir.

The bath water was 32 degrees,
one degree too hot.

I'm sorry, sir.

I've put out
your uniform, sir.

Corporal.

Yes, sir?

Anything to tell me?

No, sir.
Nothing, sir.

All is well then?
Yes, Sir.

I insist on absolute
frankness, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Well?

Well, I hope the general
had a good time last night.

After all, we're in Paris,
and the general is on leave.

That has nothing
to do with you!

Your job is to carry out orders,
nothing else matters.

What was your
profession?

Music. I studied piano, sir.

There are some
booklets over there.

I don't know how
they came here.

Probably the hall porter
brought them up for me.

I should like to see those
paintings today.

I want you to arrange it for me,
Hartmann.

But, sir, I—
Yes?

Forgive me, sir,

but you did say you were
returning to duty this morning.

I shall take
another day of rest.

Yes, sir.

The whole business
disgusts me,

but even I must relax
once in a while.

It's like
the natural functions:

Revolting
but inevitable.

Whatever you say, sir.

You will be happy to know
that General Tanz

is not returning to duty
until tomorrow.

Oh, really?

Miracles do happen
from time to time.

Come in.

Excuse me, General, sir.
Yes.

The office of the military
governor just rang, sir.

They want you to report
to headquarters immediately.

Thank you.

What is that about?

Can't you guess?

[ CLOCK CHIMES ]

What's in there?

The modern paintings.

You remember, sir.
The ones you wanted to see.

Decadent art?

Well, yes, sir.

Toulouse-Lautrec,
Le Divan.

Renoir, Nude,
painted in 1910.

Gaugin...

Colonel Grau?
Yes.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Colonel Grau.

A private room?

It's been a long time
since I've seen such

indecent luxury
in the middle of the day.

Nothing is too good for us,
Colonel.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

We must give the red wine
a chance to breathe.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Don't worry about the maitre
d'hotel. He's one of my men.

I think the wine waiter's
one of ours.

Let's hope
the cook's neutral.

A little white wine?
Thank you.

All we need is two ballet girls
to complete the decor.

Sex and great cuisine do not
mix. Either one or the other.

Today it is the other.
Tomorrow...

I'll find you the girls.

Now, what have
you found for me?

Something
extraordinary.

What?

There will be another murder,

and it involves
one of your generals.

Which one?
Kahlenberge.

Go on.

I shouldn't
tell you this.

Why not?

Because,
as a Frenchman,

I approve in a way
of what he's doing.

You approve?

Of murder?

Of this murder.

He's part of a plot
to kill Hitler.

There have been a dozen
plots to kill Hitler

since the war began.

Not on this scale.

Half the generals
in Paris are involved.

I know.
You know? How?

The same way that
I know your code name

in the French Resistance
is “Abelard.”

More wine?
Please.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Admirable. If the plot succeeds,
I should be able to confess

that I've always preferred
Burgundy to Rhine wine.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Did you find anything else,
you know, of a private nature?

Amazing.

I tell you about
a plot to—

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

I tell you about a plot,
and you show no interest.

But if I can help you solve
the murder of a whore,

you are delighted.

I've no
sense of proportion,

it's been pointed out
to me before.

Colonel Grau, if-

Excuse me.

If the generals kill Hitler,
the war will end.

You have more faith
in them than I do.

When things
were going well

the generals enjoyed the war
quite as much as Hitler.

Now that we're losing,

they want to save
their own skins.

That's natural, but—

Inspector, I'm interested in
just one general

who killed a girl

and thought because he was
a general he could play God

in bed as well as in battle.

Well, I'm going to demonstrate
to him that he is not God.

And, that you are?

My madness is on a smaller,
more secular scale.

I simply want
to see justice done.

Now, what have you found for me
about the other generals?

You are astonishing.

Do you really think so? I always
thought we were rather alike.

Yes, only I am cautious.

There is not much to go on.

Tanz seems to have
No human interests.

Takes to the bottle
from time to time.

Bit of a voyeur,
I should say.

Gabler is something
of a sexual athlete.

He picks up girls
in the Bois de Boulogne

but as far as we know,
he hasn't tried to kill one.

Kahlenberge has been too busy
with the plot, as I said.

All relevant details
are here.

Not much to go on.

But here, the release
of your three Frenchmen.

Thank you.

Colonel, if I can ever help you
in any way.

Information?
Of course. But I meant...

Well, the Allies
will be here soon.

Paris will be French again.
You may need help.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Oh, come in, General.

General.

Is there any news?
Nothing yet.

We are expecting some
at any moment.

[ DOOR CLOSES I

The military governor
of France.

I am sorry to call you here
at such short notice.

Some of you are strangers
to one another.

However, consider
yourselves introduced.

We are all in this together,
and we must proceed quickly.

First, then:

Tomorrow, at approximately
1300 hours, if all goes well

we shall receive from Berlin
the code word “Valkyrie.”

That one word, Valkyrie,
will mean

that Hitler is dead and that
there is a new government.

We shall proceed
to the arrest of

every SS and Gestapo officer
in the greater Paris area.

You, General,

will be responsible for the
arrest of all SS officers.

Yes, sir.

What are the orders, sir,
in case of resistance?

In case of resistance,
shoot to Kill.

You will also
see to the Gestapo.

Colonel...
Sir?

You will take charge of all
telephone communications.

Major...

you will see to
the military radio.

All news programs will
be monitored by us.

General Kahlenberge...

you will arrange
for the disarming of

the Nibelungen division

at Cormet and for the arrest
of General Tanz.

Corporal!

Yes, sir?

Would you
care for a cognac?

But I'm on duty,
Sir.

You may still sit.

Thank you, sir.

My bill.
Anything you want?

I'll take a Vichy water, sir.

Vichy.
Bien, monsieur.

You've been a satisfactory
orderly and companion.

Thank you, sir.

Except for the bathwater
this morning.

I'm sorry, sir.

Have you telephoned
Colonel Sandauer yet?

No, sir, I haven't.

Any conclusions you may
have drawn from my behavior

are false and dangerous.

Define the term
“decadent art.”

Well, sir, it's a matter
of interpretation.

Technically speaking,
to be decadent is to be

weak, diminished
in energy, sterile.

I don't personally think the
paintings we saw are decadent.

But then I don't really
know what decadence is,

not officially,
anyway.

I do think that, as art,
those paintings go deep.

They tell us things we
don't know about ourselves.

They act as a mirror,
I suppose

to things we don't
normally see reflected.

Do you have a girl?

Yes, sir.
Sit down.

Do you have a picture of her?

No, sir.

This is my first leave
for years, Hartmann.

And I was ordered
to take it. Ordered.

What do you think of that?

I think it must have been
an agreeable order, sir.

Not altogether, Hartmann.
But orders are to be obeyed.

That goes for generals
as well as lance corporals.

Yes, sir.

Tell me...

when it comes to the final
choice, who is more important...

you or I?

A general is more important
than a corporal, sir.

Of course. Never forget that,
no matter what happens.

Give me your wallet,
Corporal.

I shall take a short walk.

You have good taste.

Pay the bill and leave
an adequate tip.

When I return,

I may wish to study further
details of Parisian nightlife.

Yes, sir.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

And a large cognac.

Yeah, monsieur.

Mademoiselle?

Is Raymonde-?

[ CONVERSING IN FRENCH ]

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Monsieur Raymonde.

Raymonde is a girl's name.
To be precise, it's mine.

I'm sorry, Corporal Hartmann
didn't have time to explain.

You must be Ulrike.
Yes.

He told me about you. Come.

Sit down.

Here, that's his table
in the corner.

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

I think I should warn you,

Germans don't come here
very often.

Not welcome?

What do you think?

Yes, not welcome.
I'm sorry.

But Hartmann comes.
He's different.

One day, I shall
probably be shot

by the resistance
for liking him.

But people are people.

You must know him
quite well.

I would have known him well
if he hadn't met you first.

Don't worry,
I don't anymore.

[ WAITER AND BARTENDER
CONVERSING IN FRENCH ]

[ SPEAKING FRENCH ]

Well, you've
come back, huh?

Changed your mind,
probably?

Anything you say.

[ WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH ]

[ MAN SPEAKING HUSHED FRENCH ]

Papers, please.
Papers! Quick! Come on!

That's all we need.

[ WHISPERING IN FRENCH ]

Stay where you are!
All of you!

Quick! Over there!
Get them!

All exists
to be blocked!

GERMAN SOLDIER:
Halt! Halt!

Everybody is under arrest.
Get them all out of here.

This place is to be closed
until further order.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Corporal.

Yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.

There is a girl inside
at the bar,

a blonde,
speaking to the barman.

You will ask her
to come with you.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.
Yes?

[ EXCLAIMING IN FRENCH ]

It's been a long time since I've
met someone with a chauffeur.

Well, finally.

Tell him
where you live.

Rue Leandre, near Sacré-Coeur.
Know where it is?

Yes.

Later.

Take your time.
Whenever you want.

Over there, the house on the
corner, on your left.

Park on the other side
of the street.

On which floor
do you live?

Second, in the front.

You know, he's awfully sweet.
Can't he come too?

Three's company,
as they say.

No, I suppose not.
Well, I'll go ahead.

Keep your eye on the window.
I may need you.

Yes, sir.

[ DOGS BARKING ]

All right, Fraulein Gabler,
go ahead.

Corporal.

Come up here.

[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]

Yes, sir?

Come in.

Look in there.

Here.

Drink.

You are a sensitive
young man.

You're mad.

On the contrary, I'm in full
command of my reason.

Relaxed, alert,
ready for duty.

Ready to be arrested
for murder.

Are you going
to kill me too?

I hope I shan't have to.

Today, I asked you
who was more important,

a general or a corporal

and you answered, “general.”
Of course, I agreed with you.

But when the general
should be hanged

for a filthy, bloody murder—

Then the corporal
must hang in his place.

But I can prove—

What?

What can you prove,
Corporal?

That you picked her up
in a nightclub?

Because I didn't.

Why should anyone think
I killed her?

That your fingerprints
are on a brandy glass.

Because mine aren't.

That your identity disc
was found in her room.

Because mine won't be.

You must have planned all this
from the beginning.

You're not going to prove
anything, Corporal.

You're going to disappear.

I'll say nothing till
tomorrow morning

when you fail
to report for duty

and are listed
as a deserter.

What if I refuse?

I shall kill you.

Then I shall tell the police
that you stole the car

that I followed you, you came
here and killed the girl.

Do you think anyone's
gonna believe you?

Naturally.
I'm a general.

I'm assuming,
of course,

a dead body like this

will attract a certain
amount of attention

quite unjustifiably, in my view.
After all, who was she?

A whore.

At the end of her life,
she did serve a certain purpose.

We've spent two interesting
and enjoyable days together.

I don't want to blow
your handsome head to pieces.

Get away from here, Hartmann,
as far as possible.

Go to ground somewhere.

Here's money,
and you can take the car.

You're in civilian clothes
and you have nearly

the whole night
ahead of you.

Now, go quickly,
leave Paris.

Survive.

Why?

Why?

Must you have
an explanation?

It happened,
that's all.

I've no doubt

there are many reasons,
but it was the war that...

Is your experience of death
really so limited?

Our age has witnessed
millions of deaths

more terrible than hers.

They're natural phenomena
beyond our control.

Now, either you make a run
for it, or I kill you.

Are you mad enough to think
you'll get away with this?

I already have.

You're the one whose life
is in jeopardy.

Go!

Go!

[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]

ELEANORE: Yes? Yes.

Who wants to speak to her?

Give me the telephone,
Mother.

If you won't give me your name,
you cannot speak to my daughter.

You shouldn't have
done that.

Obviously one of your
nightclub acquaintances.

You should've
let me speak to him!

He'll call back in the morning
if he's a gentleman.

Which I doubt,
knowing your habits.

You've become a savage!

What else?
I'm your daughter.

So much the worse for me.

At least I'm alive again.

[ STATION WORKER SPEAKING FRENCH ]

[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS I]

Oh, Kahlenberge.
Yes.

I shall be gone all day.

Gone where?

To the country.
Barbizon.

I promised Eleanore.
A lovely place.

There's a splendid
restaurant there.

You should try it sometime.

I won't be back
until evening.

By which time
it'll all be over.

One way or another,
yes.

Don't look so glum.

Anyway, the, um...

The exercise has
already begun, hasn't it?

Yes.

About this time, our man
should be approaching

the third checkpoint
at Rastenburg.

He's carrying a briefcase
containing four pounds

of dynamite and an automatic
triggering device.

Around 1.00, Hitler will
meet with the generals

and with our man.

The cement walls of the bunker
will intensify the explosion.

Nobody in that room
will survive.

Ah, Von Stauffenberg.

You here for the 1:00 meeting?

Yes, sir. Just arrived
from Berlin.

I was about to report, but—

Slight change in plan.

We're meeting in the hut,
at 12:30.

Oh, good.
This way.

Berlin, you lucky devil.

This place is like
a monastery in Lent.

It's perfect hell.

Over there.

Here.

It was found
in the bedroom.

Hartmann,
Kurt. Corporal.

I don't believe it.

I mean, it's too obvious,
too convenient.

What else?

We have found
fingerprints

on a piece of brandy glass,
as well as on the doorknob.

We are checking on them.

Who was the woman?

Monique Demours,
professional prostitute.

Left a bar called
Le Paradis at about 11:30

with a young German
in civilian clothes.

She's been dead since
midnight at least—

Company B.

Seventh Corps
headquarters.

That's General Gabler's command.
I'll phone you later, Inspector.

Colonel.

Yes?

Don't go there.
Not today, of all days.

Any day's a good day
to catch a murderer.

Even doomsday?
Particularly doomsday.

OFFICER:
Our strategic withdrawal

from Saint-L6 has made
it possible, my Fihrer

for us to drive a wedge into
the enemy front right here

in the vicinity of Mortain.

If we succeed—
It's all right, thank you.

OFFICER: we shall be in a
position to break through here,

to Avranches and to cut off
the American Third Army

from their First Army
and from the British.

Two of our panzer
elite divisions,

the 12th SS Panzer Division

and the 21st Panzer Division

[ TICKING ]

as well as the 346 infantry
divisions are moving west

to reinforce
our positions here.

As per your orders, my fuhrer,
the 5th Parachute Division

I'm expecting a telephone call
from Berlin, urgent.

Be right back.

OFFICER: Now,
according to dispatches

just received
from the eastern front

our troops had to retreat
from their positions.

The enemy is attacking
on the whole front here

between Lublin
and Brest-Litovsk.

Further south,
the Romanian Third Army

is facing 90 enemy
infantry divisions.

As soon as I know anything,
I'll call you.

Yes, of course I will.

What? It's...

12:42.

It's a bit early.

Right.

General, last night
there was another murder.

You and your damn murders.

Can't you understand there
are more important things

in the world
than murdered whores?

Yes, of course, sir,
but one of your men

Lance Corporal Hartmann,
is missing.

Do you know
anything about him?

[ PHONE RINGS I

Yes? Oh, yes, sir.

No, I've heard nothing,
Sir.

Of course. As soon as I hear,
I'll call you.

Thank you, sir.

I shall be brief, sir,
Lance Corporal Hartmann—

Is missing.
Yes, I know.

He wasn't a whole-hearted
soldier,

I imagine
he has deserted.

What time is it?

12:42, sir.

12:42.

Yes.

Yes.

OFFICER: Here, my Fihrer,

the enemy is driving with strong
forces west of—

Colonel Von Stauffenberg
is next.

He'll be back
in a minute.

Nobody could live through that.

Back to Berlin.

Quick!

Rastenburg calling Berlin.
Rastenburg calling Berlin.

I haven't seen Hartmann

since I assigned him as driver
to General Tanz two days ago.

Was he with General Tanz
last night?

Yes, of course he was.

And in fact it was Tanz
who reported his desertion.

General Tanz.

[ PHONE RINGS I

Kahlenberge.
Valkyrie. Repeat, Valkyrie.

I have just
received a message.

Valkyrie.
My God.

It is official,
Hitler is dead.

There is a new
government in Berlin.

We shall now proceed
according to plan.

You will begin the disarming
of the Nibelungen Division.

There may be resistance.
We're ready.

The divisional barracks must
be sealed off by 1400.

You, Major, will now
break communication

between divisional headquarters
and the outside.

Yes, sir.

At precisely 1430 hours
you will arrest General Tanz.

Here's a warrant for his arrest,
signed by the military governor.

The charge is treason.
Yes, General.

Proceed carefully,
General Tanz is a—

I know what he is,
General.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Headquarters of the Nibelungen
Division at Cormet.

Yes, sir.
Make it fast.

Yes, sir.

Mueller, get Colonel Hinkel
on the radio.

Third and 4th Battalions
are to be moved to Cormet.

Rendezvous at 1345 hours.
Yes, sir.

Come with me.

This is an urgent message

to all members
of the Wehrmacht:

The military governor of France

has confirmed the death
of the fuhrer at Rastenburg.

Officers of the SS
are being detained

in the interest
of national security.

Halt!

Colonel Grau to see
General Tanz. Urgent.

Your papers, Sir.

Thank you, Colonel.

Heil Hitler!

Halt!

Your papers, please.

Here.

Thank you, sir.
Go ahead.

Heil Hitler!

MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER:
We repeat the message

from the office of the
military governor of France.

Adolf Hitler is dead.

Members of his staff
are under arrest.

The new government at Berlin
will make an announcement.

Meanwhile, those of us
in Sector 3

will carry out
our appointed tasks.

SANDAUER:
Hello. Hello, Operator?

Operator!

What's happened
to the direct line?

The line's been cut.

What?
TANZ: Sandauer!

Sir?

Where's my call to Berlin?

The line has been cut,
according to the colonel.

Then use the radio.
Put it through to my office.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant, get me Berlin
on the radio

and put it through
to the general's office.

General Tanz.
Yes.

In Warsaw,
two years ago

I wanted to question you about
the murder of Maria Kupiecka,

remember?

Who cut the telephone wires?

There's a new
government in Berlin,

and you're
to be arrested

in exactly 15 minutes
for treason.

But I'm here
to arrest you for murder.

Sandauer!
Sir?

Are we through to Berlin?

Not yet, sir.

Last night—

[ MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO ]

Last night, as you know,
there was another murder.

In the Rue Leandre.

It was identical
to the Warsaw murder.

Corporal Hartmann,
your driver—

This is Berlin.

We are transmitting the
following important message

from the fuhrer's headquarters
at Rastenburyg.

Today at 1240 hours,
an attempt to assassinate

the fuhrer was made by a group
of vicious traitors!

The fuhrer is alive!

The assassins bomb
hardly touched him.

It wounded, however,

a number of members
of the fuhrer's staff

The circle
of conspirators is...

Sandauer!
Sir?

Switch the broadcast to
loudspeakers in the courtyard.

Yes, sir.

And above all, nothing in
common with the German people.

Now, Colonel

which of us
has committed treason?

I'm not interested
in treason, General.

I'm interested in murder.

Today, someone attempted
to murder the Fihrer.

That should be your
sole concern at this moment.

Where were you last night,
General, between 11 and 2 a.m.?

[ GUNSHOT I

[ SOLDIERS CHANTING ]
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

He came here to arrest me
for treason.

Sergeant!

Yes, sir?
Take him away.

All combat units to proceed
immediately to headquarters

military governor of France.

Yes, sir.

You are to arrest
the entire headquarters staff.

Yes, General.

I myself will arrest
the governor.

For treason.

Good morning.
This way, please. This way.

General Kahlenberge?

Yes?
I'm Inspector Morand

with Interpol.

How do you do?

May I come
with you, please?

[ PLANE ENGINE DRONING ]

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Arriving from Diisseldort,

Lufthansa flight 761,
gate number 8.

I left Paris
on July the 20th

somewhat hurriedly,
as you might imagine

and surrendered to the
Americans. Porter.

And General Gabler?

General Gabler survived,
as always.

Two cases, both gray.

Pan American?
In about five minutes, sir.

I seem to spend more time

waiting for baggage
than traveling.

I've been on the move
a great deal this year.

Since May the 12th,
to be exact.

Yes.

General,
the morning of—

If you don't mind, nowadays
I prefer my civilian title.

The morning
of July the 20th, 1944,

a Colonel Grau
came to see you.

Colonel Grau?

Oh, yes! I remember!

Amazing.

It's those murders, isn't it?

I'll never forget,

when the whole world was
tumbling about our ears

there was Colonel Grau,
mad as a hatter,

trying to solve
his little murders.

Colonel Grau was my friend.

When I was
in the French Resistance

he was helpful.

And now you want to solve
the murders for him.

You are perceptive.

Isn't it a little late
in the day?

Colonel Grau always felt
that any day is a good day

to catch a murderer.

The last time I saw him, he was
on his way to your headquarters.

That's right. He wanted
to know about one of my men.

A Corporal Hartmann.

Then you do
recall the case?

Yes, vividly. Corporal Hartmann
disappeared on the 20th.

He'd been assigned
as General Tanz's

driver for two days,
and during that—

General Tanz's driver?

Yes.

Your baggage is here.
Thank you, General.

Sorry, Herr Kahlenberge.
Thank you very much.

“Schussnigg, Willi, 48,
plasterer, born in Hamburg.

Convicted of four separate
sexual misdemeanors

involving prostitutes.

On parole
since January, 1965.”

On the night of May the 12th,
where were you?

Here, sir, in Hamburg.

Picture!

Picture.

Did you know this girl?

I say, did you know this girl?

Yes, Sir.
That's Erika Mueller.

Do you know
where she is now?

She's dead, sir.

I read it in the papers.
Last week.

How did she die?

Well, they said—

The papers said
she was found in a hotel room

cut to pieces.

She was killed.

By a man who picked her up
in the Blue Harbor Bar.

Were you in
the Blue Harbor Bar that night?

No, sir. I wasn't, sir.

Yes, he was!
I saw you!

You talked to her.
You talked to Erika at the bar!

Didn't he?
Yes, I saw him too!

That's a lie!

I never spoke to her!

Did you speak to her,
yes or no?

Well, maybe, sir.

I offered her a drink,
but that's all.

You see,
I talk to everybody.

He's the one who left with her!
He Killed her! He's the one!

I didn't go with her!

I didn't kill her!
I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!

All right.
At what time did you-?

I'm sorry, Inspector Hauser,
but I must see you at once.

It's urgent.

Continue the interrogation.
Yes, sir.

At what time did you
leave the bar?

I don't know.
Between 10, 11.

The girl's positive
that he's the one

who left with Erika Mueller.

He may have left with her,
but he didn't kill her.

You still believe that the man
who Killed Erika

is the same one
who killed that girl

in Paris
over 20 years ago?

And the one
in Warsaw too.

The murderer's signature
is unmistakable.

The state of the bodies,
the absence of clues.

But who was in Hamburg
a few days ago

who was also in Paris
22 years ago

and in Warsaw in 1942?

Maybe...

Maybe Corporal Hartmann?

Who no longer exists.

Or...

General Tanz, who does?

General Tanz?

He's in prison,
isn't he? A war criminal.

According to my
information,

he was in prison
until last March

when he was released.

Could you check on that
and, if it's true,

on his recent movements?

You understand this
is most confidential.

Of course.
Now...

Now we must find
Corporal Hartmann.

That is,
if he's still alive.

He is the key
to what happened.

But how are you
going to find him?

You know we've
tried everything.

His parents are dead.

You saw his cousin Otto,
who won't talk about him.

So who else is there? Who else
would know where he is?

Inspector Morand?

What can I do for you?

Excuse me, madam. I would
like to see your daughter.

My daughter? But why do you
want to see my daughter?

To ask her some questions
about someone

I believe she knew in Paris,
during the war.

Eleanore.

Excuse me.

Chief Inspector Morand
from Paris.

My husband.

Always happy to meet
one of our French Allies.

Thank you.

He wants to talk to Ulrike.

You see me at my labors.
I'm writing my memoirs.

They should be most rewarding.
General, if-

You are kind.

But then, I've always felt
that even in war, gentlemen,

though they may be
on opposing sides,

still have much in common.

It was everyone's misfortune
that Hitler was not a gentleman.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose not.
And now...

And now, General, I-

He wants to talk to Ulrike.
Yes.

My daughter lives
in the country.

She never comes here.
No, thank you.

Young people are so different
nowadays, aren't they?

Yes.
But where does she-?

Not like us.

Our generation believed
in being happy, didn't we?

Oh, yes, yes.
Happy.

I do wish we
could help you, but...

Well, how can we?

She's not here.

So nice
to have met you.

Good day,
Inspector.

I'll show you out.

At present, I'm describing
the July plot to kill Hitler.

So difficult to tell
what really happened.

ELEANORE: Hilda!

Lately there's been a tendency
to make excuses for Hitler

which means I shall
have to be somewhat cautious.

We don't want to open
old wounds, do we?

Of course not.

Particularly now that
so many of the war criminals

are at liberty.

Like General Tanz?

Exactly.

Of course, a 20-year sentence
is a bit much for a soldier

who simply obeyed orders
like the rest of us, but,

politically he was inclined
to be rather extreme

if you know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

Fortunately, he seems
to be leading a quiet life.

Oh, quite the contrary.

Next week will be
the 25th anniversary

of the
Nibelungen Division.

Tanz is coming
out of retirement

to be
their guest of honor

and spokesman.

Like our government,
I take a most dim view of that.

This way, please.

You must have noticed,

my daughter and my wife
are not on good terms.

In fact, they haven't spoken
to one another since the war.

That's sad.

I myself only see my daughter
once or twice a year.

And very briefly at that.
She lives on a farm near Munich.

We meet in a railway station,
with her child.

It's the only way
I can get to see my grandson.

Your daughter is married?
Yes.

To a farmer named Luckner.

She was never the same
after the war, poor girl.

Something happened to her,
I don't know what.

It's hard to help children,
isn't it?

Particularly if one's wife...

Well, it was impossible
after Paris.

Anyway, that's all
I see of her.

But why do you
wish to see her?

In Paris, many years ago,
she knew a young man.

I told you, I haven't seen
Hartmann since the war.

Mrs. Luckner, you are
the only person who can tell us.

I don't know if Hartmann
is still alive, but if he is

for his sake, for everyone's
sake, I implore you, help me.

I'm sorry. I don't
know where he is.

Too bad. Particularly
for Hartmann.

Good-bye, madam.

Monsieur Morand!
Wait a moment.

[ CAR HORNS HONKING ]

[ BAND PLAYING ]

It's good to see you here,
General. This way, please.

Officers! Ladies.
Quiet, please, quiet.

Of course, it is only
natural for all of us

to be happy to see
General Tanz again.

Free again!

And to know
that our leader in war

is with us again on this...

On this wonderful occasion!

Now let me welcome you all
to this reunion.

An occasion for us all
to think back

to those extraordinary years

when we were young
and had a cause to live for!

And if necessary,
to die for!

[ CLAPPING ]

Now, before continuing,

I'm sure you all remember
our old marching song.

[ BAND PLAYS I

Excuse me, sir.

On the night of May the 12th,
someone left the Blue Harbor Bar

in Hamburg with Erika Mueller,
a prostitute.

At 11:45, he took her
to the St. Pauli Hotel,

where he murdered her.

Identification.

Inspector Hauser,
Hamburg Police,

while Chief Inspector Morand
is with Interpol.

On the night of December
the 12th, 1942, in Warsaw

the same man murdered another
prostitute, Maria Kupiecka.

Evidence of his guilt was first
assembled by Colonel Grau.

Does the name ring a bell?

A remarkable man.

He was obsessed with a strange
craving for absolute justice.

I am unable to share
your enthusiasm.

He was a traitor.

Is that why you shot him?

You are wasting my time.

On the night
of July 19, 1944 in Paris

I was involved
in the investigation

of the murder
of a prostitute

in the Rue Leandre.

What has any of this
to do with me?

Warsaw, Paris, Hamburg.

You were in all three places.
Need I say more?

No, you've said quite enough.
Now if you will excuse me,

these are theories,
and theories are not evidence.

I agree with you there.

Nothing I have said so far
is capable of proof.

Precisely.
Except that in Paris

there was a witness.
Bring in Luckner!

HAUSER: Bring in Luckner!
MAN: Luckner!

You should have
killed me, General.

This man will testify
at your trial. A public trial.

I'm sure you know
what that means, Tanz.

I should think that even
your most devoted admirers

will be quite shocked.

Give me your gun.

Twenty-five years ago
our division was created

as Thor's hammer, to strike
the enemies of the Reich.

And the youngest of Germany's
generals was chosen to lead us.

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