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You're to report to

headquarters immediately, sir.

If you were desperate for

your wife to have a kid...

would you get someone?

You know, like that lad there?

What is it? What's happened?

Oh, the Jews have shot Vom Rath.

Who the hell is Vom Rath?

Some third f***ing secretary in the Paris

embassy with a bullet in his abdomen.

Poor sod.

- Well, he's ruined my evening.

- Why?

Well, put it this way, if Vom Rath dies,

I wouldn't want to be a Jew tomorrow night.

I'd better go and make my apologies.

Sh*t! I haven't had duck for ages.

Well, alas, duty calls.

I must tear myself away from

the most delightful of hostesses.

Oh, Freddie... I'll

just smell that duck. This is torture.

No peace for the wicked.

Is it all right if I

leave Lis here with you?

- Of course. - You didn't say

where you were going, Freddie.

Oh, I've got to burn down a few

synagogues. I could be all night.

You said they'd stopped all

that stuff with the Jews.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Not really going to burn down

synagogues, are you, darling?

No.

No, first thing is a briefing

to organise a spontaneous demonstration

of popular indignation for tomorrow night.

Cheerio.

He can take care of

himself, you know he can.

It's just that... poor Freddie,

he hasn't been sleeping.

I...

I just realised... I

- I've left something at work.

Papers I need...

for my lecture tomorrow.

I'm so sorry.

Heil Hitler.

Return to Paris, please.

I'll need to see some exit papers.

I'm sorry, I have to follow procedures.

- Your name, please?

- Beckermeier.

Tell me, Beckermeier, do you

enjoy working on the railways?

Yes, sir.

Then would you like to further

your career in transportation?

Say, digging autobahns?

One return ticket to

Paris coming up, sir.

Maurice!

"Come house tomorrow. "

No! No, no. Thank you.

Hello.

Halder speaking.

Understood.

What is it?

- Vom Rath died.

- Who?

- Secretary at the Paris embassy.

- Did you know him?

What? I've been ordered

to report for duty tonight.

- But I thought your rank was honorary?

- All reserves have been mobilised!

- I've never seen you like this.

- I know, forgive me.

- I just... I don't know what to do.

- I know what you're thinking.

You're a man of letters, you shouldn't

be out there patrolling the streets.

- I never thought it would come to this.

- Of course you didn't.

Just think about it, what exactly

are you going to be doing tonight?

- Yes.

- Keep the peace.

Stop the mob from

getting out of control.

- Is that really all it is?

- Yes.

You're not going to be in any danger.

It's not me I'm worried about,

I'm thinking about Maurice.

- I promised him he'd be all right.

- It's not your fault.

- Any Jew with any sense left years ago.

- Exactly!

- I should have helped him while there

was time. - He can take care of himself.

He hasn't got a family. Would you

risk everything we have for him?

- He may come here while I'm gone.

- John...

If he does, give him these.

- What have you done?

- You must... You have to do this for me!

Are you all right? Did I hurt you?

Look at yourself.

Just look at yourself.

Anne...

Maurice!

Please! Help me!

Wait!

Maurice!

Gluckstein!

- Is there a Maurice Gluckstein?

- Don't worry, sir.

- None of them will slip through the net.

- I have orders to bring him in.

- What did you say the name was?

- Gluckstein.

Gluckstein. Do we have a Gluckstein?

Gluckstein!

I am Gluckstein.

That him?

Yes.

OK, move them out!

# The world

#Is deep

# And deeper

# Than the day

Anne?

Anne...

Has he been here?

Who?

Maurice.

No.

No, come to bed.

There is a reference here to your friendship

with a Gluckstein. Maurice Israel Gluckstein.

Mainly a professional

relationship, as my doctor.

A psychoanalyst, it says here?

- Yes.

- According to our records,

you continued to associate with him

after he was prohibited from practising.

Did I?

This would have been 1938.

He did approach me. Now I remember.

To ask for my help in

leaving the country.

I, of course, referred him

to the proper authorities.

You've written on the Jewish question.

- My field is literature.

- Oh, I mean from a racial point of view.

We have reports on your lectures.

Your work at the university

is valued by the leadership

but in times of war, you understand,

we all have to give that little extra.

Of course.

Now, we're currently engaged in a major

resettlement programme in the East.

Resettlement? Of the Jews?

Among others. Transports are underway.

We need to ensure that reception

facilities are fully operational.

We need reports we can trust.

When would you like me to start?

With immediate effect.

Was there something else?

This... resettlement...

obviously it's a colossal undertaking.

I was just wondering, is it still

possible to keep accurate records?

I'm rather proud of this.

I had a special punch card

and sorting system designed.

State of the art.

Everything's there. Cross-indexed.

Very impressive.

Can you find anybody?

Might... Might we try a little exercise?

By all means.

Say that doctor you

mentioned... erm, Gluckstein.

Would your records be able to tell

us where he ended up, for instance?

- We need to check a record.

- Yes, sir.

Gluckstein.

The full name's... Maurice Israel.

- Year of birth?

- 1899.

Or thereabouts.

Well, I wish I could wait and see

the outcome of our little experiment,

but you wouldn't believe the paperwork

that ends up on my desk. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Gluckstein, M.I.

Evacuated to Silesia.

Does it say when he was picked up?

Thank you.

Aren't you going to say goodbye?

- I know what you did.

- What are you talking about?

- He came to the house that night.

- Who?

You turned him in.

How can you think that?

One thing you can say for the Gestapo,

they keep extremely thorough records.

Drive on.

Oh, John... John! Please!

Please!

Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- Hauptsturmfhrer Halder?

I prefer "Professor".

Step this way, Professor.

Thank you.

I trust you'll find everything in order.

Obersturmbannfhrer Eichmann

will be pleased to hear it.

In fact, he asked me to

carry out a little experiment.

To check that his records

office is fully operational,

he wanted to see if it is possible

to locate a particular individual.

A fascinating exercise,

I'm sure you'll agree.

The name, selected at

random, is Gluckstein.

Maurice Gluckstein.

Our records show that he

should be here somewhere.

Sorry to disappoint you, Professor, but at any

given time we've got up to 30,000 items here.

And the turnover is considerable.

Moreover, on arrival, each

item is allocated a number,

which becomes its sole

means of identification.

So all we have to do is

find Gluckstein's number?

- In theory, yes.

- But?

Let me put it this way, Professor,

I'm sure from Head Office

everything looks neat and tidy,

- but out here...

- Can you find this man or not?

Frankly, not a chance in hell.

Nine out of ten are

processed on arrival.

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