05x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

*gripping music*

About time.

Right, let's get going.

No, we go through the back.

Come on.

Let's teach 'em a lesson.

Smoke out those red nests.

*music turns darker*

This way.

What is it, Strelow?

*sounds of fighting*

Filthy swine.

Hey!

*policeman gasps for breath*

*eerie music*

*rhythmic music*

*indistinct whispering*

[Henning] Seen nothing,
heard nothing.

*footsteps approaching*

*she whispers indistinctly*

That is disconcerting.

Strange.

[Gennat] Uncharacteristic.

Well, then like it or not,
we must carry on without Inspector Rath.

Would you please summarize the findings

in the Dr. Forster case,
Miss Charlotte?

Are these the files
seized at his office?

Yes.
[Gennat] Mhm.

Please.

Yesterday at 12:15 PM, our colleagues
from Precinct 5 called.

Earlier, an anonymous caller claimed
to have seen Dr. Forster

fleeing the crime scene.

They followed up on the tip
and subsequently reported to me

a fatality at Kurfürstendamm 201.

Dr. Edmund Forster runs

a practice for psychiatry
and neurology there.

Forster's receptionist,
Miss Sibylle Nachtwey,

was found dead in the private quarters
of the clinic.

Blunt force trauma resulting in death.

A page is missing here,

January 30th.

Strange.

The day of the m*rder.

Please pass that around.

The matter looks
pretty cut and dried.

Young thing,
scantily clad in bed.

The doctor loses his head
and flees the scene.

We found no evidence

placing Dr. Forster
directly at the scene of the crime.

Last night, Rath and I
were at the Press Ball.

Why?

Off duty.

We were there in a private capacity.

And Dr. Forster was present as well?

Yes.

Gräf and I caught sight of him
for a moment.

Matching him to the wanted poster
leaves no doubt.

Just a moment later,
he was gone again.

Just like Inspector Rath.

Presto chango.

We searched everywhere.
[Henning] Again today.

Inside and outside.
- Upstairs and down.

No sign of Rath.
- Or Forster.

He hasn't surfaced all night.

Very well.

As long as we don't hear from Rath,

you will continue
to lead the investigation

into Forster and Nachtwey.

Forster's residence is under surveillance,

and his wife has been summoned
to the clinic.

[Gennat] Good.

You two go through
the calendar thoroughly.

Appointments, phone calls, and so forth.

Now, this missing page
on the day of the m*rder

seems to be an important clue.

[Henning]
An appointment with the k*ller

seems like the key to me.

Yes, it really seems that way.

It's the sun that shines and seems.

Dig into it and see if anything
useful turns up.

Of course.
- Thank you.

Is that all?

[Böhm] No.

No? Go ahead, then.

This morning on Cheruskerstraße,

the bodies of an SA man
and a patrolman were found.

I am aware of that.

Cases like that we hand off
to Political.

At first glance, it looks
like a political matter.

However, we have an initial evaluation
from Identification.

According to it, this SA man,
Paul Strelow,

was k*lled with a knife.

Our colleague,
Patrolman Hoffmann, on the other hand,

was strangled.

One can therefore assume
at least two perpetrators.

Given the widespread outrage
over his death here as well,

I believe we should
investigate this case ourselves.

[Gennat] There is merit to that.

Arrange to take it over
from Political, Herr Böhm.

Already done.

Thank you.

Thank you.
[Gennat] Back to work.

*somber music*

[Böhm] Miss Ritter?

I need to pick something up.

[Böhm] After you.
Yes.

Thank you.

*music grows more tense*

*street sounds*

*she clears her throat*

What do you want?
- I'm supposed to report here.

Why?
- I'm starting work here. In the archive.

And why didn't you
say so right away?

Name?

Doris.
- And?

Przybyszewski.

What's your name?

Przybyszewski.

I'll spell it.

Paula, Richard, Zacharias,
Ypsilon, Bernhard, Ypsilon, Samuel,

Zacharias, Emil,
Wilhelm, Samuel, Katharina, Ida?

Yes.

Wasn't entirely sure.

Przybylski.

Przybylski.

Paula, Richard,
Zacharias, Ypsilon, Bernhard,

Ypsilon, Ludwig,
Samuel, Katharina, Ida?

Just the way it sounds.

Come along,
Miss Przybyszewski.

[Przybylski]
Here is where we record the speeches.

Cut them to disc, as we say.

[Radio] Against the dictatorship.

There is a direct line to the microphones
in the plenary hall,

which only we can access.

We document and archive
all speeches around the clock.

Each disc holds 3 minutes, 30 seconds.

At 3 minutes, 25 seconds, right now...

the second turntable
must be activated.

*speech on radio continues*

Understood so far?

The first disc is Part 1,
the second Part 2, and so on.

This is where you will work,
Miss Przybyszewski.

Doris.

And this is how you archive the speeches.

Date and time go on the record.

And from that,
you get the archive number.

Then you slide the disc
into the debate sleeve...

*cheerful piano music*

and file the sleeve away...
in the proper slot.

Here you log the time

and place the card in the catalog.

Clear.

Well then.

Good luck.

Thank you, Herr Przybylski.

Harry.

*music continues*

*music fades out*

Why are the Hitlerites
so confident they'll win the election?

They could simply say:

'Now that we have power,
we're not giving it back.'

Not with the current distribution
of seats in the Reichstag.

God knows they don't have a majority.

[Litten] Even less among the people.
- From your mouth to God's ear.

I think
a grand treat is arriving.

With warmest compliments
from Gustl as well, Herr Editor-in-Chief.

Thank you, Franzi.

Oh, Katelbach, please.
What is this about?

I'm not in the mood for celebrating.

[Katelbach] Who knows how often
we'll still have the chance

to enjoy Austrian Sachertorte
at Gustl's.

That's at least
four slices per person.

Not at least.

Exactly four slices per person.

Precisely twelve equal slices.

Hold on!

What is it?

If the leftist parties reach out to each other,

as emergency allies, so to speak,

what percentage would they have combined?

The Communists
and the Social Democrats?

Never gonna happen.
They're sworn enemies.

Yet the parliamentary arithmetic

might still make it work.

Now then, in the last election in November,

what percentage did the NSDAP get?



So, a good third of the cake
for the Brownshirts.

That's four slices.

And what did the SPD get?



That's more than two,
let's say three slices.

[Heymann] And the KPD,
what did they have?



[Katelbach] Another two slices.
- [Litten] Two slices.

[Katelbach] That makes a total of...



Or five slices.

More than the Nazis.

Yes, Katelbach,
but those two parties,

or slices of cake,
aren't even on speaking terms.

Then we'll just have to change that.

Why else did I put the slices together?

We must ensure that the SPD and KPD unite.

A united front of the left?

If you want to call it that.
- Impossible.

Surely it's worth a try.
- [Litten] Yes.

You talk to the Communists,

and you to the Social Democrats.

No, I have a paper to put out,
every single day.

No chance.

You'll do it, Katelbach.

But to build up the necessary pressure, I propose,

as I said, a joint appeal

from this country's intellectual elite.

Here, please.

Don't you want any?

Not from the n*zi plate.

[Litten]
Not bad, but...

But?

Perhaps some fine-tuning.

That's what we're here for.

[Ellen] My husband had recurring
long periods of nervousness,

of sleeplessness.

Yet I had never seen him
like he was recently.

There are private quarters in the back.

He spent the night there
whenever work required it.

The young woman
we found in bed,

Sibylle Nachtwey...
Yes.

Did you know her?

Sibylle was the daughter
of my oldest friend.

She was wearing only a nightgown.

Why did she spend the night here?

She lost her apartment
in early December.

She was supposed to move in February.

We found a charming place in Friedenau.

You had no reservations about your husband
and Sibylle Nachtwey

spending several nights together?

Listen to me.

This attack was meant for my husband,
not poor Sibylle.

What makes you think that?

'We must succeed
in uniting all forces

that stand united
in their rejection of fascism.

The next opportunity
for this is March 5th.'

Final, the final opportunity.

[Litten] Very good.

And now the addition.

'We issue an appeal to all...'

An urgent appeal.

An urgent...

'An urgent appeal to help ensure

that the SPD joins forces with the KPD
in this election campaign.'

Period.

No, exclamation point.

Strong.
- [Katelbach] Very strong.

This belongs on every advertising pillar
in the entire city.

I should say so.

Right then,
who do we want as signatories?

The more prominent, the better.

This all has to do
with his time at the military hospital.

He was terrified of that time,
afraid of his past.

Yet he was forbidden from speaking
about what he experienced.

And I am forbidden as well.

The hospital where your husband...

Pasewalk, west of Stettin.

Though you won't find
anything there anymore.

Where, then?

The lines in question
were underlined by my husband.

[Katelbach]
And lastly, Zweig.

Stefan or Arnold?

Arnold.
- Stefan.

Arnold. Good.

I'll see to getting the gentlemen's consent.

Check, please.
- No. Please. No, no.

Herr Heymann, you can't pay
for your own birthday cake.

Fine, then I'll cover it.

Franzi, will you bring
the bill to Herr Litten?

With pleasure, Herr Katelbach.

[Litten] Oh!
- [Katelbach] What?

[Katelbach] Blimey, bloody hell!

We'd better leave through the back.

I'm not going to slink away
like a coward.

If you want our appeal
to see the light of day,

then follow us.

We'll see each other tomorrow.

You go right, we'll take the left.
- Understood.

Until tomorrow.
- Best of luck.

[Hitler]
Proclamation to the German People.

Over 14 years have passed
since that ill-fated day

when, blinded by domestic
and foreign promises,

the German people surrendered the highest goods
of our past, of the Reich,

its honor and its freedom,

and in doing so lost everything.

Since those days of betrayal,

the Almighty has withdrawn
His blessing from our people.

In deepest sorrow,

millions of Germany's best men
and women

from all walks of life watch the nation's unity
sink away

and dissolve into a tangle
of partisan political egoism...

*mournful string music
drowns out the speech*

...of the revolution, a picture
of heartbreaking division.

The promised equality and fraternity
were never granted to us,

yet our freedom
we have lost.

Faithful to the command
of the Field Marshal,

we shall begin.

May Almighty God take our labor
into His grace,

shape our will aright, bless our insight,

and bestow upon us the trust of our people.

Now, German people,

grant us four years' time,

and then judge and sentence us!

For we wish to fight
not for ourselves,

but for Germany!

[Guard] ID, watch,
turn over all jewelry.

Empty your pockets.

Turn over ID, jewelry, watch.

Pockets empty?

Whatever you are doing,

it is completely ill*gal.

And you will be held accountable for it.

Oh really?
- [Heymann] Yes, indeed.

Take a look.

*paper rustles*

'Urgent Appeal', is that so.

Off to the dark cells.

*curious music*

[Man] Heymann? Good God!

*shouting and wailing*

*door slams shut*

*he sighs*
*music ends*

*coughing, wheezing*

*snoring*

This is outrageous.

Hello?

[Resident] Quiet. Quiet!
- Where is the night watch?

*agitated murmurs*

*resident coughs*

*hurried footsteps*

*knocking*

Just a moment.

Oh.

Chief Inspector, forgive the intrusion.

I wanted to speak with you
before the others arrive.

Good morning, Miss Charlotte.

Good morning.

Has Inspector Rath turned up?

Not yet.
But this is about something else.

I would like to make myself
presentable first.

Of course.
And it wouldn't hurt

if I could have a bite to eat

to get the brain gears turning.

Have you had breakfast yet,
Miss Charlotte,

or is that no longer done
in your generation?

Naturally.
Good.

Then please run over to Dobrin's
and get us something.

Yes.
They know what I like.

Good.
By the time you get back,

I might once again have something on my neck

that could reasonably be called a face.

I'll see to the coffee.
Yes.

*he snores*

Good morning.

So early?

And...

Your...
No.

Inspector Rath
hasn't returned yet.

And you?
At this hour?

Pathology.

At least you can get an appointment
at this time.

Yes.

The new fellow is rather peculiar,
or so I hear.

Mhm.

*he clears his throat*

*mysterious music*

[Potocznik] Have you heard anything
from Herr Heymann?

Nothing either?

Alright, thank you anyway, yes?
Goodbye.

*ominous music*

What, not at home either?
- Apparently not.

Not at his mistress's either.

When did you part ways yesterday?

Four in the afternoon.
After Mutzbauer's.

Heymann turned right, and Litten
and I went the other way.

I'll call Dr. Litten.
- That's a good idea.

Alright now, out with it.

Towards the end of the w*r,
Dr. Forster had a famous patient.

A celebrity, you might say.

Well, a very prominent one.

Who?

Oh boy.

May I?

Go ahead.

*lighter clicks*

Hitler was admitted
to the Pasewalk hospital in October 1918.

Allegedly blinded in a gas attack.

In his book,

he calls his time at the hospital
'a dark interlude.'

His recovery from blindness

he describes as a 'feat
of his own iron will,

so that in this darkest hour
of the German Reich,

he might live for a new purpose.'

The final sentence: 'I, however,
resolved to become a politician.'

Yes, I am familiar with that.

You can't open a newspaper anymore
without reading that story.

Hitler doesn't mention Dr. Forster
by a single syllable.

*he laughs* Does that surprise you?

No, because...

do you know what Dr. Forster's
specialty was there?

Jog my memory.

In Pasewalk, Dr. Forster ran the ward

for w*r tremors
and hysterical neurotics.

Are there records of this?

All records regarding the military hospitals

are kept at the Central Army Archive
in Karlshorst.

Presumably Adolf Hitler's as well.

Yet to examine them,

I would need an official letter from you.

The political connection
is blatantly obvious.

It would properly be
a case for Political.

Chief Inspector, Inspector Rath's disappearance

is likely connected
to that of Dr. Forster.

If Councillor Wendt gets his hands
on this case,

I don't expect an impartial outcome.

You don't need to convince me of that.

Try your luck.

Thank you.

Now let's hear
what the new man has to say.

*echoing snapping fingers,
cheering*

*cheers accelerate*

[von Levetzow] Very well,

let us get straight to the point.

The political situation demands
immediate action.

In the spirit of our new government,

I shall enforce the new political mindset
without hesitation.

The system of democratic misguidance
lies behind us.

Here as well!

Here as well.

I will devote all my energy

to ensuring law and order
prevail in this city.

To that end, as of today,

we will enlist


And with these men,
we shall be a shining beacon

to the people of our Reich capital!

Fear no one

but God.

Heil Hitler!

[scattered] Heil Hitler!

[von Levetzow] Now to the execution.

The personnel will be deployed...
Where on earth is Gräf?

No idea.
- ...and equipped.

*deliberate music*

Herr Gräf.
- Good morning.

Do you have an appointment?
- No, but I have a question.

Go ahead.

I couldn't obtain
the medical certificate from Dr. Forster.

He is currently nowhere to be found.

Dr. Forster has disappeared,
yes, we are aware of that.

Could you ask Dr. Hirschfeld

whether it might be possible without it...

I mean...

if we can manage without the certificate?

Unless conditions here
change quickly,

Dr. Hirschfeld will not be returning.

And what about all of this?

Then we'd all have to join him
in Zurich.

*dramatic music*

Excuse me,
the Missing Persons Bureau?

That way.
- Thank you.

[Guard]
Keep moving. Let's go!

Next!
Use the other racks as well.

Next!

Grab a r*fle and move on!

Excuse me, is this where you file
all missing person reports?

Yes.

*eerie music*

*typewriter clicking*

*phone rings*

Karlshorst Archive,
Grundmann speaking.

Detective Inspector Ritter,
Police Headquarters.

You're calling
about a patient file?

Yes, that is correct.
With us, yes?

I just went over all of that.

Just a moment, hold on.
Yes, I'm holding.

Sturmführer Döbrich,

reporting to assist Homicide.

Where is the ranking officer?

The Chief Inspector
does not wish to be disturbed.

[Henning] Hey, hold on a minute.

*door swings open*

Heil Hitler.

Sturmführer Döbrich,
reporting for duty.

Would you like a slice of cake?

No, thank you.

Have a seat, Herr Döbrich.

I prefer to stand, Inspector.

Chief Inspector.

How can I help you?

Aha. That's what I thought.

*Grundmann coughs*

Miss, are you listening?
Yes.

Inspecting patient records
is no longer permitted here.

Goodbye.

*oppressive music*

*faint car horn*

[Jacoby] It's not so bad.

If it doesn't work out now,
it will another time.

Right?
- Fred.

Well, well, quite the sassy couple
coming our way.

Nothing can happen to you.

Identification, if you please.

The artists, gentlemen.

*distant playful trumpet music*

All in order.

Well, we're curious to see that, eh?

*patrolmen laugh*

Gräf, Reinhold.

Born October 1st, 1899.
- Just a moment, please.

[Gräf] Here.

You ought to be familiar with this document?

[affirmative] Mhm. We know it.

A tr*nsv*stite certificate from Hirschfeld.

This certificate permits him
to wear a dress.

[affirmative] Mhm.

Born in Dommersleben, Anhalt.

[Officer 2] Residence where?
- Torfstraße 9.

Wedding?

He's a Communist on top of it.

Being a queen wasn't enough, eh?
*scornful laughter*

By law, you are not permitted
to take action against me.

This does not constitute
causing a public nuisance.

I am licensed to wear a dress.

For now... you are.

For now.

Alright, now off to the other shore
with the two of you,

you pair of poofs.

*upbeat music*

There you are!

*someone sniffs*

[Jacoby] The police
are standing right outside.

[Edwina] Still?
- [Jacoby] Yes, unfortunately.

[Edwina] Forgive me,
but we have a bit of a problem.

What?
- What?

Mary.

No.
- [Jacoby] Caught a cold?

[Edwina] Worse.
- Dead?

Less terrible.
Ran off to Paris.

Just now.

We need a replacement, immediately.

Do you know anyone?

[Jacoby] Maybe.

Let me make a call.

*phone rings*

Yes, hello?
Fred here.

*boisterous brass band music*

When are you going to find
another hangout?

Why?

You and your fops
are ruining everything here.

Calm down, Fred.

As you can see,
I like coming here.

Do you really think
Hitler will let you get away with this?

He eats out of my hand.

Oh really?
- [Blank] Yes.

Because I do the dirty work for him.

Water under the bridge,
tonight we celebrate!

Miss?
- Ma'am.

Pardon me. My compliments.

You look fantastic.

What would you like to drink?

[Gräf] That one there.

I found a replacement for Mary.

Reinhold,
let's head to the back.

The air in here is suddenly turning brown.

Brown air?
Hold on, what's that supposed to mean?

Always highlighting division
instead of common ground, eh?

Where's your sense of humor?
Jacoby!

Your new Chancellor
is spoiling all my fun.

Come on, sit down for a moment!

Please.

We're only trying
to pull the wagon out of the mud.

Sure, we make mistakes,
but life goes on, doesn't it?

Does it?

Look at it this way,

did I let my mood be ruined
over the past 15 years

just because you
and your Social Democratic scum

ran your hypocritical politics?

You lost the workers
and the destitute long ago.

Did I whine:
'Oh no, those Socialists!

So wicked, them and their yellow press,

the country run by Jews,

parlor communists,
and traitors to the fatherland.'

Did you ever hear me say that? Never!

I came right here
to the Mikado Bar.

And I celebrated, with you lot.

With all the q*eer folk of Berlin.

*music ends*

*applause*

*MC makes an announcement*

Charlotte.
Fred.

What's going on?

We had an emergency
and could use your help.

Ah.
Reinhold will explain. Come.

[MC] ...The Lavender Song!
*cheering*

Reinhold. I have no idea
what I'm supposed to do.

Just dance.
You know the song, don't you?

Not my first time here, after all.
- Then let's go.

Should I announce you?
Mhm, fine.

*lively music*

*applause*

Ladies and gentlemen,

creatures of the night,

please welcome with me,

for the very first time
on a Berlin stage:

Carlo Cavaliere!

*applause, cheers*

It's his first time.

So...

be gentle.

*Gräf sings 'Das lila Lied'*

# What do they want? #

# Is this culture,
that any soul is shunned? #

# Who's wise and good, yet through whose veins
a different kind of blood runs? #

# That this very class #

# Is outlawed by decree #

# Those kindred in emotion, #

# In desire and in glee? #

# And nevertheless #

# Most are proud #

# To be carved from a different wood #

*cheers*

# We are simply different
from the rest #

# Who only love in morals' rigid stride #

# Wandering first through wonders,
curious and wide #

# While all they find
is dull and trite #

# Yet we know not
how their dull world feels #

# For we are children
of a different sphere #

# We love only the sultry
lavender night #

# Because we are different
from the rest #

*energetic party music*

*music transitions
into cool piano chords*

*music turns ominous*

Edgar.

What is it?