The Counterfeit Traitor Page #8

some routine questions

and told me that Colonel Erdmann

would see me later at another office.

I soon discovered where

the other office was:

In Moabit Prison.

This way.

And don't forget, tell him I want to see

Colonel Nordoff immediately.

Yeah, yeah.

Mariana!

Open the door!

Open it!

Mariana!

Mariana!

Mariana!

Mr. Erickson?

My name is Colonel Erdmann.

I knew that woman.

Yes, of course. Now, we would like

to find out how well you knew her.

He keeps sticking

to the same story.

He was intimate with her,

but he had no idea

she was after information

about refineries.

He claims he told her nothing.

Same thing she said.

It's obvious he was just duped.

You can accuse him of stupidity,

but not treachery.

Nordoff.

Your province is administration,

mine is security.

My experience has taught me

to smell the difference

between the guilty

and the innocent.

I have a strange feeling

this man is lying.

Maybe so.

But as an administrator,

something tells me

that you may have created

a diplomatic incident.

Erickson is a prominent citizen

of a neutral country.

Foreign Minister Ribbentrop

does not encourage

bringing about protests from Sweden.

I didn't arrest him.

I merely detained him

for questioning.

For 12 hours in a basement cell?

Let me also remind you

that Reichsfhrer Himmler

personally authorized

Erickson's plan and survey trip.

The reichsfhrer prides himself

as an infallible judge of men

and doesn't react too kindly

when that judgment is questioned.

So unless you are prepared

to substantiate your "strange feeling"

with a formal arrest,

- I would suggest...

- All right, let him go.

But from now on,

he's going to be watched

as never before.

Erickson.

I want to apologize for the treatment

you have been given.

It's inhuman and inexcusable.

I didn't know you were here

until an hour ago.

You are free to go now.

I understand you were

on your way to Hamburg.

Why don't you go to

the hotel and rest?

I'll take care of your transportation.

- Eric, I just heard...

- Gerhard, I still can't believe it.

That woman, all the time,

was trying to get information out of me.

- I never suspected her for a moment.

- Neither did I. Neither did anyone.

We spoke loudly and patriotically

for the benefit of the microphone.

Meanwhile he gave me

the most important information

I'd ever come across.

On the map, every assembly plant

and jet fuel depot was pinpointed,

with a few buzz-bomb launching sites

thrown in for good measure.

Now it was memorizing them,

destroying the map,

getting back to Stockholm

so London could be notified

soon as possible.

Now that we have Swedish approval,

I'm anxious to finalize plans

- and start construction.

- Good, good.

- Well, goodbye, Eric.

- Goodbye, Gerhard.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

When I reached Hamburg,

they were beginning

to evacuate children

because air raids on the city were

becoming more frequent now.

It was too late to go to Otto's house,

so I delayed my visit

until the next morning.

As I was leaving my hotel room,

I discovered that I had company.

He may have been waiting

for someone else,

but I had a hunch

that his job was to follow me.

I paid my respects to Mrs. Holtz

and young Hans.

Otto had left instructions with her for

me to go through his personal papers.

So getting the office keys from her

was not too difficult.

It was quite a relief to see that no one

had been there before me.

The money was right where

it should have been,

and so was the letter.

Hello, Hans.

I thought you were in school.

Today is my father's funeral.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

What are you doing?

Collecting some

of your father's papers.

- Can I help you?

- No, all finished now.

We can go home.

I'll take the other key.

There are some things

I wanna go over with you.

After all, you're

the man of the family now.

Hans! Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

I'm not going to hurt you, Hans.

What do you think will happen

if you... tell the police about this?

There's nothing they can do

to your father.

He's dead.

He's already paid his penalty.

They'll arrest me, of course,

and they'll make me talk.

They won't believe that your mother

didn't know, so they'll arrest her too.

And what about you?

They'd never let the son of a traitor

wear that uniform.

Shall we burn the letter, Hans?

Blessed are the dead,

which die in the Lord from henceforth:

Yea, says the Spirit,

that they may rest from their labors.

I am the resurrection

and the life, sayeth the Lord.

He that believeth in me,

though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth

and believeth in me shall never die.

In the midst of life

we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor

but of thee, O Lord,

who, for our sins,

are justly displeased.

Yet, O Lord God, most holy,

O Lord...

No, no. Not this way.

Wait. Go into the vault.

Go inside.

- Mama! Mama!

- Come on.

Mama!

Hans.

Hans.

Hans.

- My son isn't here.

- So he's in the other one.

He'll be perfectly safe.

No running back and forth

when the alarm is on.

He'll be all right.

Come and join me in prayer.

O most merciful savior, we are

in desperate need and sorely afraid.

Thank God it's from the family.

Don't be afraid. The bombing's

way down by the refineries.

Tell me, son.

Do you know that man who stood

beside your mother at the grave?

No.

If you know anything,

you must tell me, son.

After all,

we're soldiers together.

If I do, will they take away

my uniform?

Of course not.

And what's more, if you help me,

you'll get a medal.

This man is a friend of my father.

Seek, and you shall find it.

Knock, and it shall be opened

unto you.

Lord, open the door to thy peace.

All clear.

All clear.

You're under arrest.

You go on. All of you. Go on.

- What's this all about?

- I've sent for a car. We wait inside.

I don't want you to run for it

and I have to shoot you.

By what authority

are you arresting me?

Gestapo.

I don't know what that boy told you,

but I came here

for the funeral of my friend.

I'm traveling under Gestapo orders.

- Get the police.

- Get the policeman.

Here is the police!

- Follow me.

- What happened?

They're in this vault.

One man's got a gun.

I just heard a shot.

I'm glad you're here.

A man in there tried to kill me.

Let the police out.

Open the door!

- He's getting away!

- He's got the keys.

I managed to stay out

of sight during the day,

and that night I went looking for

the address Dallas had given me.

The underground contact

at Nine Herbertstrasse.

How about a dance, big boy?

I'm saving the next dance for you.

Hello, honey.

Want to dance, mister?

Dance, honey?

Look, I'm from Stockholm. I...

I'm from Stockholm.

A friend of mine by the name of Dallas

said that if I...

...ever found myself alone in

Hamburg with no place to go,

you'd help me.

Dr. Karp?

This is Hulda Windler.

I'm sorry to bother you at home,

but a friend of mine is in great pain.

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