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be wasted in the rank and file.

Sturmbannfhrer Dorbisch?

Bouhler here. There's

someone I'd like you to meet.

It's not every day we get a call

from the Chancellery of the Fhrer.

I don't work there, you understand?

I'm really just an academic.

Just an academic? Don't be ridiculous.

You served with the 24th Brandenburg!

Inever saw much action, I'm afraid.

I was only called up in 1918.

Ah, just in time for the last big push.

Great times.

- I hope you're hungry?

- No... Yes, yes.

Well, the Kaiser, as you know, had

his elite regiment, the Imperial Guard.

Well, now we have the Schutzsfaffel.

Hm. The Fhrer's bodyguard?

It's rather more than that.

I'm not suggesting you have to ride

around on a running board with a revolver.

No. No.

We're interested in recruiting

the better type of person.

The specialists in their

field, such as yourself.

Well, I wouldn't exactly

call myself a specialist.

See, that's what I like about you, Halder

- no showing off, no bragging,

just a quiet determination.

That's exactly the

type we're looking for.

I... I am flattered by your high

opinion of me, but my worry is that...

with my work at the university, I

might not be able to contribute...

The last thing we want is for you to

be distracted from your valuable work,

shaping the minds of

our next generation.

No, your position would

be an honorary one.

The greatest minds in the

land with us in spirit.

Helen, something rather

extraordinary has happened.

It's all because of the

book, would you believe?

They really seem to love

it, for some unknown reason.

Helen... I'm trying

to tell you something.

Sorry? What did you say?

John!

Is that you, John?

Yes!

Come back to bed.

Maurice?

There you are. I was beginning to think

she was playing a practical joke on me.

- Who?

- Helen. Sending me here.

- What's this all about?

- I needed somewhere I could work in peace.

- Who is it?

- Shh!

Sorry, I'm a bit distracted.

Right, come on! You've got time

for a quick drink. I've had a...

- I've had a lot of cancellations. Come on.

- I'm afraid I really can't.

- Just one. There's always time for one.

- I can't, Maurice.

- You're not coming down?

- No.

- All right, let me in for a minute.

- No! I mean...

I'm... I'm working.

Jesus!

- You all right?

- Why shouldn't I be?

Well, you're here and Helen's... more

than usually abstract, shall we say?

My couch is free.

You know I can't afford you.

But you can afford the

rent on a bachelor flat?

Well, that depends if I ever get

to finish this paper I'm writing.

All right.

I know where I'm not wanted.

Maurice...

We'll get together when things have

calmed down a little. I promise.

Don't do me any favours.

I'd like you to meet Anne.

Delighted, Frau Professor, delighted.

- Oh no, we're not... Anne and I...

- What a wonderful place for a party.

- Freddie.

- Cheers.

John here is working on a secret assignment

for the Chancellery of the Fhrer.

It's a... brief paper that...

that had to be drafted.

I teach at the university.

Then you must know Theodore.

Of course.

Once it would have given me great satisfaction

to see you at a gathering such as this.

But accepting your duties as a National Socialist

is no excuse for shirking them as a husband!

I worry for the movement when it

embraces men of such moral weakness.

Ishould explain. Doctor

Brunau is my father-in -law.

- My wife and I are separated. - To think

you abandoned Helen for this whore.

There's no need to bring Anne

into it. The fault is mine.

If you'll excuse us. Anne?

Why should we leave? You're

not the one who's drunk.

- Bastard!

- Where do you think you're going?

Elisabeth, darling, would you mind

taking care of Anne for a few moments?

Ineed to have a quiet word with John.

- You don't have any children, do you?

- Not yet.

No, you're much too young.

If I have to listen to

one more proud mother

gushing about the orienteering

prize the little horse won at camp...

- I'm sorry... - I don't know

about you, I could do with a drink.

No need to apologise. If you're in with

us, John, the old rules no longer apply.

Himmler...

He might look like a bank manager, but

you've got to give the man one thing -

very advanced views on sex.

He wants us to go out, he wants us to

knock up girls left, right and centre

so that they can... donate

a child to the Fhrer.

- Well, it's our patriotic duty,

for God's sake. -

So long as it's the right sort of girl, that is.

Not that you've got any problems on that score.

She looks like a bloody Rhinemaiden.

She does, doesn't she?

Really, mother!

- I'm unpacking. No... - It's not time

to unpack. We haven't left yet.

But I've only just arrived.

No, Mother. You woke up

here this morning, remember?

You've been here a long time

and now you're going home.

The house is on fire.

The house isn't...

Oh, my God!

Carry on.

- What are you doing?

- I was going to fry the onions.

Do you have to do it this minute?

I want to do it while you're

here so you can put me right!

There was a time when I wouldn't have felt it so

much, you saying that you loved somebody else!

But a few weeks ago Istarted falling

in love with you all over again.

- It was as if you'd-you'd suddenly

come alive! - Yes, that's how it felt.

Ispoke to Father.

- Did he make an awful scene?

- I had it coming.

Oh! I can't bear the idea

of him thinking badly of you.

He has every reason to.

But he doesn't know what I'm like,

what you've had to put up with!

Helen! Don't...

Please, don't be nice to me.

I'm not being nice to you.

Mother, what happened?

I was trying to come downstairs.

Ow!

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- What have you

done? - Oh-oh!

- Couldn't you have waited for me?

- I can't wait around all day.

The piano is driving me mad!

- Wait, Mother, wait!

- Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

- Are you sure you are all right?

- Yes, I'm all right.

You scared me.

- We're on our way.

- At last!

You're really leaving?

Helen, please...

Chat, chat, chat. Don't

know what you've got to talk about.

- You told me you were finished with her.

- Stop it.

Look, if I asked you one more time,

please stay, would it make any difference?

I'll come back tomorrow. We'll

talk about it then, I promise.

If we don't get Mother to

the car now, we never will.

- He won't come back.

- Please, stay out of it!

If you'd have been a proper wife to him

- this wouldn't have happened.

- How dare you?

She's a wonderful wife in

ways you'll never understand!

So, why are you leaving?

Ineed to go to the toilet.

Bloody hell!

Good idea, Mother.

Before we get going.

What is this place?

You said you were thirsty.

A glass of water to take my pills.

I'm sure they serve water.

There we are.

Erm... A glass of beer for me.

And for you, Mother?

Mother?

Water.

Now that we've sat down, at least

have a cup of coffee, a little cake?

Remember what the doctor said

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