The Good German Page #3

-It looks like you're putting...

-... the whole country on trial.

-These are just the active cases.

The rest are kept under

lock and key at Kransberg.

They want me to decide

who the ardent Nazis were.

Truth is, it was the whole country.

Nobody's hands are clean.

Twenty-hour days

just to get my arms around it.

So, what's the murder

you wanted to tell me about?

What, Gunther?

He used to be a cop here in Berlin.

Don't worry, he doesn't

speak a word of English.

My driver, a kid named Tully,

turned up dead in Potsdam.

Potsdam? Potsdam's closed

for the conference.

Whoever wanted him dead

had access to the delegations.

-That's somebody high up.

-Why haven't I heard about it?

Muller didn't want you to.

He ordered me to leave it alone.

Nobody around here's

acting like the war is over.

Not the Russians. Not the MG.

-What's your angle?

-Why should I have an angle?

It just doesn't sound like you.

You came home, all you talked about

was what a great lay your secretary was.

-Stringer.

-Stringer. Sorry.

A bullet through the chest, in the river.

It's like it never happened.

Isn't that what we fought a war about?

Even a louse like Tully?

Okay.

Okay.

What?

The Russians will have to do

a police report. Can you get me a copy?

This guy drove one of the gas vans.

They would load the Jews in back,

run the exhaust inside.

By the time they got where they were

going, they were dead. Very efficient.

Driving to work he killed more people

than Al Capone in all his years.

But if you asked him,

he isn't a murderer, he's a truck driver.

And he still thinks that.

Thanks, Bernie. I owe you one.

Thank you, Danny.

I can't be out after curfew.

Would you walk with me?

You live here with someone?

Big man.

You want two girls?

You know a girl named Lena?

Who told you about Lena?

I'm not trying to get something

for nothing.

Aren't you going to offer me

a cigarette?

I didn't see her at the club.

Skinny Lena.

A big Yank in the saddle,

you'd break her in two.

Can I look in your bedroom?

Come. F*** me, Dutch.

The princess,

who knows where she is?

Lena was raped by the Russians.

You'll get yourself a good dose.

I apologize if I hurt your feelings.

She's not so special.

They raped everyone:

cripples, children.

How did you find this place?

Five hundred just to talk.

That's what I call a real pervert.

Take a couple hours off, would you?

I have nothing to be ashamed of.

-I didn't say you did.

-The war, it's convenient.

We can all blame everything

on the war.

Isn't that why you left?

The war?

I found that blue dress I bought you.

All the old things. All the old times.

This is my life now.

Tully at least understood that.

What was Tully doing

in Potsdam last night?

-I don't know.

-You weren't with him?

Potsdam is in the Russian zone.

I don't go to the Russian zone.

Lena, if I can find you, so can they.

As if I'm the only one

who needed help.

-Look at you.

-What is it you're not telling me?

It couldn't be that I loved him?

You don't need

to be afraid of him anymore.

You don't need

to protect him anymore.

I think if you hadn't left, Jacob...

... nothing would be any different.

Nothing.

lf.

lf you want to stay, it's 500 marks.

Make up your mind.

I'm going to sleep.

Did you get the report?

I had to get it from a friend of mine.

Even Muller hasn't seen that yet.

-Interesting reading?

-They found 50,000 marks on him.

So figuring they stole half, 100?

They found a slug lodged

in his backpack, .32 caliber.

Our guns are .45.

Thanks.

Now, listen,

I'm the first to recognize...

... there were excesses

in the Nazi leadership.

But if we besmirch an entire people

because of a few bad apples...

... we're no better than Hitler.

Then it's not about war crimes at all.

It's about revenge.

Revenge. Right. Got it.

Exactly. Revenge.

I found that in the dirt

where Tully's body washed up.

The little dash that you'll sometimes find

near the serial number? It's not there.

-That's meaningful?

-It means Tully had something to sell.

Something that our side

badly wanted...

... and you very badly

didn't want us to have.

You solved it

the way Russians know how to:

You put a bullet in him. In Potsdam.

Where he thought he'd be safe.

All that from a mark of punctuation.

No dash means that it's American.

You could check it against the money

you stole from him...

... if you felt like it.

I was expecting Tully that night.

Here. Not in Potsdam.

He never showed up.

Instead of the usual Scotch

and cameras, he was selling...

... for the price of 200,000 marks,

a man...

... named Emil Brandt.

What's so interesting

about Emil Brandt?

The Americans were looking for him.

That made me curious.

We pack up entire factories

and ship them back to Moscow.

Now the peace conference...

... Poland, Romania,

half of Europe, a windfall.

Something for the sacrifice

and suffering.

Now ask yourself:

What do the Americans get?

Sounds to me

like we're getting a good fleecing.

You may not be as safe

on the American side as you think.

Hannelore, Lena.

Even radar couldn't find you here.

Of course, you won't be earning...

... but Jacob here volunteered

to carry you girls on the cuff...

... till things have settled down.

I'll check in on you when I can.

As long as it's on the cuff

and not on my back.

He gives me the creeps.

Fixing your mouth,

with where it's going, sweetheart?

Let's give them a minute.

I don't want you to go out anymore.

It's a good thing I wasn't there,

don't you think?

-I went for a loaf of bread.

-I can bring you anything you need.

Stare at the same four walls.

I'd go mad.

You wanna tell me why Emil would be

worth 100,000 marks to someone?

There'd be no reason.

That's how much money

they found on Tully's body.

That doesn't make any sense.

Might have been nice to know,

Mrs. Brandt...

... that Tully was auctioning off

your husband.

We never talked

about Emil, remember?

One of our rules.

An affair has more rules

than marriage.

The Americans are looking for him,

and the Russians. Why?

-I don't know.

-Where is he, Lena? Where's Emil?

Emil's dead. He died six months ago

in the bombing.

Tully found out the Americans

were looking for Emil...

... so he offered him to the Russians.

One of his schemes. Stupid.

A way to get money to get me

out of Germany. Sell them a dead man.

Now he's dead too. Maybe you next,

if you don't watch yourself.

This isn't gonna go away

because Tully's dead.

-That's all I know.

-Emil was with the SS?

Two years ago they all got uniforms.

-Who knows why?

-Stop lying to me.

I'm a Nazi myself, did you know that?

It's true.

-You're not a Nazi.

-No, not a Nazi. None of us.

Just something to join,

like a sport club.

How could you f*** someone

for all those years and not know them?

-Stop it.

-Did you ever f*** a Nazi?

-Cut it out.

-How about a Jew?

-Why won't you let me help you?

-A Nazi and a Jew both, better yet.

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