Alone in Berlin Page #4

Intellectuals, wise guys.

Don't mess up my floor!

Swallow your damn blood!

Up! Up, up, up, up, up!

Come. Up.

You think you're clever, huh?

And we're just the guys

from the ss

who don't have a clue, right?

Say it. I want to hear it.

I'm smarter than you guys.

Say it!

Say it! I can't hear you.

- I'm sorry.

Huh?

You have two days..

Two days to eliminate

the guy you let go.

Now, get rid of that thing!

- Frau Quangel?

You're Hans's mother, right?

- Yes.

- Uh, Dietrich.

I was one of Hans's classmates.

-Dietrich. Of course.

How are you?

- Fine. Thank you.

Well, I'm alive.

-I'm glad you've come back.

- Herr Necker?

- Excuse me, I have to go.

You know, Frau Quangel, I..

I miss Hans a lot.

- I have nothing to do

with Enno anymore.

He hasn't been my husband

for a long time

before god.

-Now..

Where were we? Yes.

You were about to tell me

how to find

that ex-husband of yours.

So here you've been hiding?

I know you've nothing to do

with the cards, Enno.

- Oh, that's good

news, inspector...

- but the guys from the ss

think it was you.

And I'm afraid

they're in charge now.

In charge of me, too.

They will arrest you,

they will interrogate you

in their own way.

-I'd rather be dead.

-You're right.

You'd rather be dead.

- Uh..

- Shh..

It's alright.

It's better this way.

- No. Please. No!

- Sh*t!

- Suicide?

Good news, Escherich.

The noose has tightened.

Hm?

No new cards?

-Not yet.

No.

-Hm.

- Thanks for taking over

for Fritz.

It's getting closer.

- Foreman Quangel,

the machine is overheating.

-Turn it off!

Don't you have anything to do?

Ludwig.

There's something for you.

It's quite something.

Better take it

to the management.

You're a party representative.

You have to do it.

Stick by the rules.

- Yes, sir.

-Everyone on today's shift.

Their names, addresses.

- Of course.

- Our man must live somewhere

between christburger

chodowieckistr and jablonskistr.

- No, nobody

with that address, inspector.

- Who is the foreman?

Who knows his men best?

- Well, that's Fritz Kemper.

- Well, get him here at once.

- That's impossible.

He injured himself this morning.

- And who replaced him?

- It's Quangel.

Otto Quangel

from the other shift.

- Well, his name

is not in the list.

I, I thought it was complete.

- Sorry. Uh, he's just

helping out today.

Of course,

he does not know the people.

-Where does he live?

Otto Quangel.

-Walter, where is Otto?

- Good morning, foreman Quangel.

-Good morning.

-Please, have a seat.

Frau Quangel!

We know you are here!

Open the door!

Look at this Quangel.

This will surely interest you.

What do you think that is?

Don't even make

the effort, Quangel.

There are exactly 267 cards.

Is that the number

you were looking for?

Think about it, Quangel.

Every single card

was voluntarily turned into us

voluntarily.

We didn't find any ourselves.

They couldn't wait

to hand them over to us

all those people.

Some were arrested,

one committed suicide.

How could you seriously believe

that you would change anything

you, foreman Quangel?

- Who killed himself?

- It doesn't matter.

A small fish. Insignificant.

-Everyone is significant.

It's my fault.

- Oh, there we go.

Now you have

admitted your crime.

Tell me, Quangel, precisely.

How many cards

did you write yourself

I mean, altogether?

-Two hundred and eighty five.

-Eighteen.

Eighteen cards

weren't turned in.

By the way, we have Anna.

- Then let her go.

She has nothing to do with it.

- I know you are lying, Quangel.

Your wife dictated

what to write.

- Do I look like someone

who would let his wife

dictate things to him?

It was my idea

from the beginning.

I thought it all up.

I carried it out by myself.

-She confessed.

-Now you're lying.

- She confessed. She didn't

want you to get all the credit.

-I'll sign my confession

but, inspector, Anna

please, don't.

It's, it's not necessary.

- Send a recording clerk

to my office.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Yes.

-Ah, Escherich.

To the hobgoblin!

-Quangel.

- Anna.

- Otto.

- You know what will happen?

- Yes.

-It can't be changed.

-I know, Otto.

It doesn't matter.

-No.

- All rise!

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- Time's up.

-Don't be afraid, my child.

Don't be afraid.

Judge Fromm,

would you stay with me a moment?

I'll close my eyes

and pretend it is Otto.

-Time, Quangel.

Put these on.

-Can I do something for you?

Is there something you need?

-The card and a pen.

You took her anyway.

- I read all your

cards, hobgoblin.

Yours and your wife's.

I am the only person

who read all of them..

All of them, except for 18.

Eighteen cards.

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