The Good German Page #4

-You did nothing wrong!

-I survived.

What happened

to the rest of your family?

They got sent to the camps.

Everyone. My mother, uncles, cousins.

Everyone dead.

As the wife of an SS man...

... I was exempt.

''A Jewess is not a Jew,''

that's the way they used to put it.

It's not something

I have ever told anyone.

And at the end...

... no one was exempt.

Hannelore told me

that you were raped by a Russian?

Hannelore can't tell a joke.

-I didn't realize it was funny.

-Hannelore's funny.

-She always leaves something out.

-Why?

What did she leave out?

And then I met Tully.

God in heaven, I never thought

I'd eat real ham again.

Aren't you gonna have any?

-None for me.

-No?

Is that a Jewish name, Jacob?

The way you're eating that ham

could turn anyone kosher.

It's easy now to say Hitler

was wrong about the Jews.

Let me tell you something.

Nobody said he was wrong at the time.

You're up early.

I went down to the PX first thing

and stocked up.

Do you want some coffee?

Real coffee.

No wonder you won the war,

eating like this.

The little girl in the photograph,

is that Dora?

The notebook said ''Dora.''

What do you think you'll find in here?

It's all I have left of him.

Very dramatic, the princess.

Don't believe her.

She didn't give two shits for him,

alive or dead.

Dragging around that shrine

of crap and papers.

Meanwhile, f***ing with you

the whole time before the war.

She'd make you a good wife, Lena.

She knows all the tricks.

At ease.

Jake, come on into my office.

It takes two MPs to invite a friend over?

No wonder you don't get many dates.

You haven't been home

the last couple of nights. How come?

-Keeping tabs on me, Bernie?

-Those are classified.

I can keep a secret.

What the hell happened between you

and Sikorsky?

Who's asking, you or Muller?

Don't be stupid.

Muller thought I should arrest you.

Like you just did?

What happened to your ear?

Sikorsky says it's safer for me

on the Russian side than on ours.

-I'm starting to think he's right.

-What else did Sikorsky say?

Come on, I show up in Berlin,

and the driver assigned to me...

... is running around with my old

girlfriend? That's a coincidence.

I knew it was a mistake

to try to help you.

You put me in a car with Tully

because you want Emil Brandt.

-Why?

-My apologies, Jake.

But I'm spending my days

trying to find Adolf Eichmann...

... not filling out trip tickets.

Why don't you get some sleep?

You look like sh*t.

Thanks for coming in.

We're speaking to you from the end

of a long, smooth runway of an airfield--

-Hi.

-Can I help you, sir?

I need a trip ticket.

That's form 48.

Thank you. Now, if I wanted

to request a specific driver--?

-The same form. Just fill in the name.

-It's a fella I used a few days ago.

Could you pull that trip ticket?

-What's your name, sir?

-Geismer.

G-E-l-S... .

-Thank you.

-You're welcome, sir.

Emil Brandt.

Champagne from the cellar

of Admiral Donitz.

Care for some?

-I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

-Size of the bubbles.

Smaller the better,

that's the key to champagne.

This time last year I was in Anzio,

up to my balls in mud.

Six months ago I was freezing

my ass off in the Ardennes.

The good old days.

When you could tell who the bad guy

was by who was shooting at you.

Something on your mind?

You're hiding someone

in a safe house in Kreuzberg.

Who is it?

Lieutenant Schaeffer should be

more careful about who follows him.

I wouldn't blame Schaeffer.

His name was on the trip ticket.

It could be

I'm just a very attentive host.

Either that, or you thought

I could lead you to Emil Brandt.

What do you think this peace conference

is really about, who gets Poland?

The future. That's why everyone's

come to Potsdam.

What do the next hundred years

look like?

All those V-2 rockets that hit London

during the war.

Well, you were there.

lf it lasted another year,

that would have been New York...

-... Chicago.

-What's this got to do...

... with the peace conference?

I thought you might have

recognized him.

Our friend in the safe house...

... is Franz Bettmann.

The Russians get Poland...

-... and we get the brains.

-In a perfect world...

... doesn't a man like Franz Bettmann

wind up building rockets for our side?

But it's not a perfect world.

It doesn't surprise you

that there are those...

... who don't wish

America well, does it?

And Emil Brandt?

Brandt was Bettmann's secretary.

Like a son to him. Bettmann

wants to bring him along to America.

Awfully sentimental. Hundred thousand

marks for somebody's secretary?

All of them.

As many as we can track down.

Split-level with a Ford in the garage.

Kids in the back yard

playing in the sprinklers.

Strange if you wanted

anything different.

Wives too.

I wouldn't put too much stock

in that SS stuff.

When I was at West Point,

we put a uniform on a mule.

Look at these sleeves

and all this ruching.

Nobody wears

anything like this anymore.

I thought we weren't gonna reminisce.

Your rules. Not that we'd have time.

-Why? What's going on?

-Why didn't you tell me Emil...

-... was with the rocket program?

-I didn't think it mattered.

He worked directly under Bettmann

and it didn't matter?

-Who told you about Bettmann?

-Muller.

They graduated

from the same polytechnic.

That's why Bettmann hired him.

Why did you talk to Muller?

He has Bettmann in a safe house,

on his way to America to make rockets.

That's why they're looking for Emil.

They're all going, including the wives.

Why didn't you tell me, Lena?

-You know what Bettmann did.

-Everybody knows who he is.

He was famous before the war.

Now, you can either tell me or Bernie.

-He'll be here in two minutes.

-No.

What was Tully selling that was worth

so much money? Some rocket secret?

-No.

-Lena.

-How the rockets were built.

-Is that what's in here?

How they were built?

Lena, please.

A factory inside a mountain.

Tunnels where the American bombs

couldn't reach.

What were once sulfur mines.

Someone had to take them out.

Slave labor. Prisoners, detainees.

That was how they built the rockets.

Emil was asked to calculate

how much to feed them...

... to keep them alive just three months

until the tunnels were completed.

It's here, in his notebooks.

Eight hundred calories a day.

After that, let them die

and bring in new workers.

The correct answer, it turned out.

It was more efficient.

They called it Dora. Camp Dora.

Thirty thousand died in that camp.

Bettmann ran it.

Every detail.

He hanged people from a crane

right outside his office window.

Take the back stairs. Find Danny

and tell him we have to move again.

And, Lena?

Make sure he knows

where I can find you.

She's playing you, Jake.

You have no idea

what you're dealing with.

Muller paid Tully

... because he worked for the rocket

program. One big happy family.

They're all coming over

to our side now.

Muller's hiding Franz Bettmann

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