Alone in Berlin Page #2

Baldur Persicke?

You often played

in my apartment.

You'd ring the bell

because I gave you apple cake.

Right?

How big you are now.

And how strong.

-Get her out.

- But...

- Just go!

Heil Hitler!

-No!

-She's dead, Otto.

-I saw.

- You said you saw how

judge Fromm hid the old woman

at his place, didn't you?

You know what's going on

in this apartment house.

A break-in,

unlawful appropriation

of national wealth

a denunciation

of a respectable citizen.

Enough!

-Oh, I just..

- And a dead woman who was

very much alive a moment ago.

You're not getting out

of this one.

- You can't do this.

No, you can't.

- Oh, yes, he can, but he won't.

Because he's a police counsellor

and not a monster.

I'm sure this gentleman

didn't take

anything that doesn't

belong to him

because he knows

exactly what that would mean.

So, he will do what he does best

when he leaves this place.

He will return to his

comfortable little apartment.

And he will observe

what is going on here.

- Yes, of course, inspector.

I will.

-You can leave now.

- Your honor,

did something happen?

I mean,

has Frau Rosenthal been...

- I don't know what you

are talking about, Frau kluge.

Now, if you'll please excuse me.

- I'll take these

five cards, please.

- With stamps?

- No, I, I already have stamps.

Thank you.

- That makes 25 pfennig.

I'll wrap it up

for you right away.

-I need gloves. Thin gloves.

-Sorry, we don't have any.

You might find some..

Let me think.

Maybe you'll find them...

-no, no, it's fine.

Just these. Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Listen, "Hitler's shadow

falls over Europe

"like the devil's shadow.

Pass this card on.

Down with the Hitler regime."

What a scrawl! Even my daughter

writes better than that.

-Oh, yes?

- If you ask me, he is

an incredibly stupid person.

- Someone from the lower classes

who works with their hands.

Perhaps unskilled,

but stupid? No.

- Probably someone

just letting off steam.

Just a flash in the pan.

There is more?

"Mother.

The fuhrer murdered my son.

Mother. The fuhrer

will murder your sons, too."

Where?

- Neue Konigstrasse.

Two weeks ago.

Another office building.

-Filth.

So what do we do now? Report it?

- If we had more men,

it wouldn't be a problem.

We would catch this, uh,

uh, how shall we call him?

"Hobgoblin," in no time.

I'd investigate

everyone in Berlin

who has lost a son

within the last two weeks.

- Why?

- "The fuhrer murdered my son."

There's only one son.

- And?

- We wait.

We collect information.

Put it together.

That is our job.

We're German professionals.

Not amateurs.

- What if he goes on doing it

and no more cards are turned in?

Who knows how long

this has been going on.

- Think what it would be like

to touch

one of these cards

in a public place.

To stand there, to read it.

Knowing somebody

might be watching you

waiting to record your response.

No, whatever our

hobgoblin writes

it's going to end up

here with us.

Let's say... 95 percent.

-I say it's less.

It's a bet?

-So we wait.

We wait for our friend

to make a mistake.

-Good morning.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler!

- So, you're from the Nazi

women's league, my dear Frau?

I'll just have the girl

bring me my purse.

- I'm not here

for a donation, Frau Gehrich.

Definitely not.

- So, what exactly

can I do for you?

-Why aren't you at work?

Didn't you read our arms

industry's calls for help?

-Look at me.

Do I look as if I'm suited

to manual labor?

-Have you ever tried?

- I'm not about

to jeopardize my health.

Anyway, I can always

get a medical certificate.

- Of course you can,

you can buy one for 20 marks

from your personal physician

but that won't help you

in this case.

In this case,

you need a doctor from a factory

to certify that

you are unable to work.

A doctor that we assign to you.

- Alright, sign me a doctor

and you'll see what happens.

- You're mocking me

and the women's league?

Making fun of our regulations

and our fuhrer?

I warn you

- and I warn you.

You don't seem to know who I am!

My husband

is Obersturmbannfuhrer!

- That makes it even worse,

Frau Obersturmbannfuhrer.

You'll hear from us.

Unless you have any more

significant information?

An ill mother, perhaps?

- Your ID and your name.

At once!

I promise you,

there will be consequences.

-Here you are.

I don't have any calling cards..

Because I'm just

a common worker.

Heil Hitler.

No, I don't understand.

That woman comes under

the labor service duty law.

And you know that

as well as I do.

- Frau Gehrich is the wife

of an Obersturmbannfuhrer.

So, I'm sure

you understand that...

- well, where does it say

that women like that

are exempt from general duties?

Where?

- Oh, don't be so obstinate.

She has to look after

her overworked husband.

-I do, too!

And from what I saw,

that woman has domestic help.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I acted according

to our regulations.

- So, are you going

to apologize, Frau Quangel?

-What for?

- Then I will do it,

on your behalf.

And you, you take some time off.

- Oh, you're throwing me out,

because I told

a woman like that the truth?

- No...

- Oh, no, you misunderstood me.

Just take some time off

and rest.

Gather your strength.

-That's important, Anna.

At a time of mourning.

Alright?

-Alright.

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler, Herr Quangel.

- And all the best for you,

Anna.

- Thank god.

No more women's league.

- Well done.

-How can you be so calm?

I nearly died

when I saw the gloves.

-Gloves, Anna. Just gloves.

-What are we doing, Otto?

We've lost our son.

Other people have lost..

But they, they don't..

-This system, this regime..

Now I feel that we're free.

I mean..

Freed... From all of it.

This is how I feel.

-Luderitz Strasse 23.

- Next.

- Amsterdamer Strasse 27.

-Hey, Quangel.

Where are you going?

Get into the shelter!

- It's a shelter for mothers

and children, boy.

So it's not suitable for us.

- Hey, what are you doing here?

What are you doing?

Stop! What..

Hey, you! Stop!

Wait! Stop! Stop, wait!

Wait!

Stop!

Hey.

Hey, you! Wait! Who are you?

-Please, can you help me?

I need to find the shelter

for mothers and children.

I've lost my way. My daughter

is waiting for me there.

You must know

your way around here. Please.

- Your daughter, you say?

- Yeah.

- How old is she?

- She's only six years old.

Six. Waiting for me

at the shelter, she said.

And now she's there

and I am not.

- Yeah, in two blocks

and you're there.

It's calm now, calm down.

The people there

will take care of her.

- I'm, I'm sure

she's frightened and crying..

It's two blocks, you say?

- Yes.

Two blocks and then left.

You can't miss it.

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler!

- Well, inspector, let's see

what your filthy hack is up to.

I hear

he's still scribbling away

right under your nose, huh?

- Heil Hitler, Standartenfuhrer.

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