Funeral in Berlin Page #4

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it's like to be an East German.

You are insolent!

Do you think this job, this loathsome wall,

is all I've done for Communism?

Does Smolensk mean anything

to you, or Stalingrad?

I look at your stupid face and I think

you mean what you say.

I like you. You're good at your job.

You need only one thing.

- What's that?

- A reason for doing it.

- I get paid.

- 30 a week? Is it worth it?

To be a tool of the generals?

A tool for making trouble?

Trouble makes arms,

arms make money...

When you get to England,

we'll give you a soapbox.

- You sure you still want to defect?

- I told you, I'm a good Communist!

When a man leaves his wife, he

remembers his wedding night.

Communism was the love of my youth.

And I've been faithful.

Until now.

I was with Antonov-Ovseenko at the storming

of the Winter Palace in 1917.

- You know what that means in Russia?

- Yes, I think so.

It means you're an expendable hero.

That is good.

If I don't like the plan, I won't come.

I think it should satisfy you.

It's a very expensive funeral.

Final payment?

He might suffocate while you're counting it.

Get him out.

- He's pretty quiet in there.

- He's alright.

We know our business.

- You're working yourself to death.

- Yeah, well, I'm paying.

You bastard, you...

You double-crossing English bastard,

we'll kill you for this!

- Some other time.

- You planned this with Stok?

It was a plan, but it was Stok's alone.

He wanted Kreutzman, and he won.

The rest of us are losers.

Cover the driver, Johnnie! Get him

out of here, you two.

Come on. Come on!

Look out, Harry!

What has he got to do with

the Broum documents?

Ask him.

The driver hit you before I could reach you.

I'm sorry. Are you alright?

- No. Do you still have some brandy?

- Sure.

Here.

- You won't need stitches.

- Oh, good.

What are you going to tell London?

I don't know.

Let's get out of here.

I've got some fiction to write.

Palmer.

Yes?

Come with me, both of you.

Where to?

- We're going to the Villa Grnewald.

- Whose party?

So you paid 20,000 for Otto Kreutzman

in a coffin.

Will you wait outside, please, gentlemen?

You too, Vulkan.

Did they come all this way

to interrogate Stok?

20,000 down the drain!

I almost saved ten and the Broum

documents...

Broum documents?

Not Paul Louis Broum?

There you are. You're doing it again, sir.

Not telling me!

What is there to tell? You didn't

have his name in your T105.

It didn't seem important then, did it, sir?

- Colonel Ross?

- What?

I believe that Vulkan is connected

with this man Broum.

Brilliant, Palmer!

Vulkan is this man, Paul Louis Broum.

Why do you think I had so much

confidence in him?

- Blackmail, sir?

- Broum was a guard at Belsen.

In 1944 he killed a resistance worker

named Johnnie Vulkan

and took his identity. Under his own name

he'd be tried and shot.

Do you mean Her Majesty's Government

employs ex-Nazis, sir?

And thieves, Palmer.

- Now, where are those documents?

- They've gone, sir.

- They've gone, sir.

- Yes, sir.

If they have gone, that means

I have no hold over Vulkan.

And I can't let him go to the highest bidder,

now can I?

No, sir.

Well, you've bungled the rest of it.

Get rid of him.

Pardon?

Kill him.

I'm not killing anybody in cold blood.

Then provoke him, if that's going

to satisfy your scruples.

Alright, Palmer, you've had your orders.

Get on with it.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Stop the car, Johnnie.

I have orders to kill you...

Paul Louis Broum.

What are you going to do about it?

Nothing.

Ross has been blackmailing me in

the same way he blackmails you!

- Not quite the same.

- All I wanted was my identity back!

All you wanted was $2,000,000

that you stole from the Jews!

My father had the money!

If you'd had the choice,

would you be a camp guard,

or die on the Russian front?

I'm not a judge at a war crimes trial.

I don't want to know about it,

and I don't want to kill you.

Ross'll have this whole city closed by now.

- Can you get out of Berlin?

- Don't worry about me.

I'm not worried about you. I

just want you to disappear.

If the Jews hadn't fouled me up at

the garage, it would've been fine!

I'm not interested! Just think

yourself lucky you're alive.

What are you going to say to Ross?

I'll worry about that tomorrow.

Thank you. I'll do the same for you someday.

You might have to, when Ross decides

I'm no use to him any more.

English!

- What are you doing in West Berlin?

- Oh, official business.

English, thank you. We've done

a good day's work.

- The world is well rid of a fascist!

- I hope you get another medal.

Don't be a bad loser, English.

I feel the same way as you do about

Kreutzman, but why drag me in it?

Only the English or Americans would

have hired a man like Kreutzman.

- I invite you for lunch. I'm paying!

- No, thanks, I'm busy.

What's the matter? You in trouble?

Ross won't shoot you for failing once.

It's not democratic!

Colonel Stok, if I need to defect...

English, you are welcome. If you need

to get out in a hurry, ask Vulkan!

He knows the way!

Why didn't you tell me you

were looking for Broum?

I know all about him.

Reminds me of the head of my department.

Eyes follow you everywhere.

What took you so long?

I had to get the documents back

from the Jews.

Why didn't you just steal them?

My dear Broum, anything taken from

Section 63 must be signed for.

It may seem selfish, but

if this doesn't work,

I'd like to be back at my desk on Monday.

- Kreutzman is dead.

- Oh?

- Who's getting his share?

- Never mind that now.

I heard from Hoffman, the claim

to the money is accepted,

except for the proof of my identity.

We can be in and out of Switzerland

in 24 hours.

What's the interest on $2,000,000

over 20 years?

These are forgeries.

You're lying.

Show them to any Swiss banker,

he'll laugh in your face.

Beautiful forgeries, but

on the wrong paper.

- But you gave Palmer the real ones?

- Of course, dear boy.

And that shrewd little Cockney

still has them.

But don't worry, I'll get them. After all,

he doesn't suspect me.

Yes, Mr. Dorf?

Could I have the envelope you're

keeping for me, please?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, sir.

- You killed him.

- Why?

You wanted these documents so

you could share Broum's money.

I told Samantha you and Vulkan

were working with Broum.

If I came for the documents,

why did I bring these?

Come in, Johnnie.

- What are you doing here?

- There's no need to be offensive.

You're in very hot water. I've just seen Ross.

He told me where you were.

You've fallen right on your silly face.

Serves you right!

Your department doesn't have to account

for anything.

What do you want?

I have authority from Ross

to retrieve the documents.

I'm on my way home, I shall

put them in safekeeping.

Where are they?

They're in here.

Where's Vulkan?

Where's Vulkan?

He's...leaving Berlin tonight.

Let me go, please, it's very painful.

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