The Good German Page #6

Stand over there like you're waiting.

You answer the door.

Mrs. Brandt.

And this must be the famous--

Go!

Help him.

Go.

How's your shoulder?

The nurses are very kind.

We were told that, if we found you,

your husband would follow.

That he was devoted to you.

Now I understand why.

You're a lovely woman.

Remind me of the gals back home.

Schenectady.

You'd like it there.

Lots of good German folk.

The Sauerfleisch

would make you forget Berlin.

Forgetting would be better

than the Sauerfleisch.

Well, forgetting's a two-way street.

There are things you wanna forget

and things we wanna forget.

Where are your husband's documents,

Mrs. Brandt?

We can't seem to find them.

Oh, they're not with my other things?

You know they're not.

I don't know,

I can't remember anything.

The medicine they've given me,

it's making me feel all dizzy.

Most important thing right now...

... is for you to get well.

Mrs. Brandt.

-What the hell are you doing here?

-Why, Mr. Geismer.

It's after visiting hours, but I guess

some people just can't follow the rules.

Leave her alone. I mean it.

I came here to make sure

she makes the right decision.

You really wanna push me?

I wouldn't.

You don't have those documents,

do you, Jake?

You've seen what months of bombing

can do to a city.

Imagine one bomb

could do the same thing.

One bomb.

Stick it on the end of a rocket,

press a button here, goes off over there.

Anywhere, halfway around the world.

That's the future.

The future of mankind's in our hands.

It's our destiny.

Hell, don't you read the papers?

-How'd you get in here?

-Who got to you? Was it Muller?

-Do I need to call an MP?

-Not just yet.

What's ''Overcast''?

-Who told you about Overcast?

-Is it a code name?

What's it got to do with Lena?

Come on, Bernie, trot out one of your

atrocity stories to get me off your back.

I had nothing to do with what happened

to Emil Brandt.

You're the only one that knew

about me and Lena.

So what? They got to me.

Least I got something for it.

I get to hang a half dozen Nazis

they wanted to just send to jail.

Not like your girlfriend, though.

She got everything she wanted,

didn't she?

She's good at that.

Well, you can tell your boy Gunther

that he left one big, swinging loose end.

Lena doesn't have Emil's documents.

I do.

-Don't do it, Jake.

-I'll call you later for your quote.

You never saw Lena's file, did you?

Yeah. You get me those documents...

... or I'll put her in jail

for the rest of her life.

I have everything I need

and then some.

Don't think I won't do it.

lf I give you those documents,

then she leaves with me.

-Breimer's already taken care of that.

-Not with Bettmann. With me.

Anyplace she wants to go.

Anyplace I wanna take her.

You've been wrong every step

of the way, Jake. Why stop now?

What's in her file, Bernie?

Why don't you ask her?

-You have your papers?

-They won't stop me. I'm with you.

-Where are they?

-They're in my purse.

There's something wrong.

Jake?

Why was it so important

to get Emil out of Berlin?

And why does Bernie

have a file on you?

He had a file on everyone. I told you,

I was the wife of an SS man.

Hitler put the rocket program

under the SS two years ago.

That's what you told me. That as the

wife of an SS man, you were exempt.

That's true. I told you the truth.

How many Jews

were still in Germany in 1943?

By the time Emil could help you,

you should have been deported or dead.

There were not so many.

You are right.

So when they caught me,

I turned that to my advantage.

I used the skills you taught me.

When I worked for you, for the newspaper.

Watch, observe.

The stupid risks they would take--

Lunch at Aschinger's. --just to remind

themselves they were still human.

I found 12.

I turned 12 people

over to the Gestapo.

That's how I survived.

It was all to survive.

Everything.

Now you know.

The last piece in your puzzle.

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