The Good German Page #2

Who would know?

Poor, f***ing stupid Lena.

You don't know f***ing nothing,

do you?

Hey, Sikorsky.

What happened to your arm?

Scotch from Scotland. Forty cases.

Good?

They flew it in for Churchill.

Can't afford it.

Hey, who's your comrade?

Don't worry, I'll give you a price.

I got something else for you.

Really? What's that?

Emil Brandt.

Remind me who that is.

You should know.

You've been looking for him.

Have I?

Names, names, so many names.

Maybe I should just turn him over

to the Americans.

Why don't you?

Because when everyone else

pulls up their tents...

... you Ivans will be the only game

in Berlin, and the fact is...

-... I like it here.

-That's it?

A favor?

Two hundred thousand marks.

It's not like I'm asking for real money.

Have the printing press work overtime.

Plus papers, so I can get my girlfriend

on a train out of here.

The trouble is, Tully...

... I have seen Emil Brandt's

death certificate with my own eyes.

I thought you weren't looking for him.

Now, let me do you a favor.

You remind me of my son, a little bit

of a buffoon, but good-natured.

Get out. Now. Before you get hurt.

Suit yourself.

I just gotta figure out

how to get my girlfriend on that train.

What's your girlfriend's name?

Mrs. Emil Brandt.

Imagine her surprise

when he turned up like that.

And mine too.

Hey, Tully.

I'll take your offer.

Two hundred thousand marks.

A lot to arrange, getting him out

of the American zone. You follow?

Come back in two hours.

I'll advance you half.

And bring Mrs. Brandt.

I'm not going with you

to the Russian zone.

Lena, half up front,

Have you checked

the exchange rate lately?

What happens when they find out

you don't have Emil?

What happens is, we're in London

with 10,000 f***ing dollars.

You're out, I'm out.

It's a perfect plan.

I won't go to the Russian zone.

I won't.

He just wants to see you. What's the

big deal? He wants to know I have him.

-But you don't have him.

-You're out selling love you don't have.

Hey, fish.

I had to hitch a ride

from the conference. What happened?

Blow.

I hate to pull rank on you,

but you are my f***ing driver.

I'm off the clock, sir.

Lena?

I'm off the clock too.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

I'm in the middle of something.

-We know each other.

-I'm in the middle of something.

-What happened to you?

-I need a minute to think, Tully.

You can think on the way.

-Hey, don't push her around like that.

-F*** you!

Move!

Get in.

Hey!

-Tully, stop.

-Shut up!

Stupid f***!

They gave me a choice:

London or Berlin.

For me there was no choice.

The minute it came over the wire

that the war in Europe was finally over...

... all I thought of was Lena.

I didn't expect to run into her.

Not that way.

Not my first week in town.

But that was just like Lena.

She always kept me off balance.

Tully wouldn't be a problem,

or not anything I couldn't figure out.

I just had to find her again.

I knew the bartender would help.

Tell a bartender you're looking for

a friend, and you have two friends:

Him, and the girl he steers you to.

-What the hell is she doing with him?

-Who?

-Lena.

-Tully?

He's not a bad sort.

Just a bit of a c*nt.

Yesterday he tried

to pimp her to me.

Well, she and her friend Hannelore

come around and cheer up the GIs.

We're all trying to get by.

This whole goddamn country,

she winds up f***ing my f***ing driver.

Oh, you knew her?

I hired her as a stringer.

Her husband was never home.

There were no kids.

She got tired of rattling around

the house all day.

She was good at it too.

She could get people to do things,

and they didn't know how she did it.

-You were screwing your secretary.

-Stringer.

Sorry.

What the hell does it mean

she's with him, anyway?

She seems to have made

quite an impression on you.

I just didn't expect

I'd find her like this.

I didn't expect I'd find her.

When you say to yourself,

''That's the worst thing I've ever heard''...

... stick around.

That's Berlin. Now it is.

There's always something worse.

-Geismer. G-E-l-S-M-E-R. Geismer.

-Yes, yes, I understand.

I'm sorry, The New Republic

is not credentialed for today's schedule.

-We can't have you without a press card.

-I told you my wallet was stolen.

I have a line of people behind you.

You should speak to General Sikorsky.

He's in charge of security.

Where's Charlie Ross?

I played poker with him in St. Louis.

lf I could just talk to Charlie Ross.

Oh, f*** a duck.

General, over here, please.

Welcome.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Congratulations.

General.

General, I'm with the office

of the military governor.

I'll be escorting the captain

back to the American zone.

Were you with Corporal Tully

last night?

I was in a club up till dawn

drinking with the bartender...

... if your girl Friday

had bothered to check.

Checkpoint recorded Jacob Geismer

crossing into the Russian zone...

... just after midnight.

-F***ing Tully.

-What's that?

My wallet was stolen at the airport.

-Did you report it?

-It's not exactly a war crime.

Where did you get those bruises?

I got in a fight with Tully.

-Over... ?

-He rode the brake.

Wasn't over a girl, was it?

He was supposed to pick me up.

He didn't show. I got pissy about it.

The Russians want this to go away.

An American serviceman turns up dead

in Potsdam...

... on the eve of the peace conference?

It's pretty damn embarrassing.

Good news for you, frankly.

We want it to go away too.

Well, maybe I should talk directly

to the MG.

He won't wanna bother with this.

He doesn't wanna know

what Tully was doing in Potsdam?

We're doing a hell of a job in Berlin.

Is there a black market? Sure there is.

Are some of our boys involved in it?

Yes, they are.

-lf the Russians killed Tully--

-Then he deserved whatever he got.

And his poor family

doesn't need to know anything more...

... than that he crashed his jeep

trying to avoid a bunny rabbit.

We're not gonna start World War III

over some dumb GI...

... who got his dick stuck

in a pitch pot.

You stay out of the Russian sector

for the rest of your time here.

Now, we can't protect you over there.

Thanks.

And if you find that girl...

... we'd like to talk to her.

Kids. Two months ago,

they were shooting at us.

lf it isn't Jake Geismer.

Who did you insult this time?

-You got a second? I'll tell you.

-Yeah, why don't we catch up?

-How's 1946?

-You mean you're not interested?

I know you, Jake. We're a long way

from South Street.

That's funny. I haven't met a DA yet

that could resist a murder.

Nothing better for a prosecutor

than a criminal with a sense of history.

Everything got written down.

Who they killed and what it cost.

Meticulous record keepers.

--forces from the west are poised

to strike the final blows upon Japan.

This military power is sustained

and inspired by the determination...

... of all the Allied nations

to prosecute the war against Japan...

-... until she ceases to exist.

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