Shadowplay

Have you ever used a gun before?

Of course not.

I'll need your gun, soldier.

Point and shoot.

Let's get them.

You're going to be fine.

We should call for backup.

I already did.

There's two over there.

Get their guard down and I'll be right behind you.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my daughter.

I've been looking all day. Have you seen her?

Remove the guns. Gag 'em.

AIR RAID SHELTER

Watch out. There is someone.

Hey, see that cover right there?

When I start moving towards that,

you start firing downrange toward them.

Do not stop shooting until I get to that spot.

-You understand? -Okay.

I trust you.

Go.

Same thing. I'm gonna move over there now.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Okay.

You good?

Who is it?

Who is it?

It's your friend.

Drop the gun.

Tell him to put down his gun and lie down.

Or I'll cut your throat.

Tell him.

Don't kill him, Max. Don't kill him.

I need him.

If you kill him, I'll never forgive you.

Put down that weapon!

Don't kill him.

You move, you fucking die.

Here.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine, I think.

Is this the best way to Tempelhof?

Apologies, sir.

There's a gas leak in Steglitz, so we're going to have to go around.

Where's Marty?

He's sick, sir.

Make sure we get there in time.

Yes, ma'am.

What are you doing?

No, I think we hit something back there.

Gonna take a look at the tires.

Claire...

Tom.

I have nothing left to say to you.

Read the letter.

You want me to open it for you?

Here you go. It's not very long, but I think it's to the point.

Move.

Call your Commanding Officer.

Tell him we got him.

Bring him to the station, we'll follow you.

PROTECT OUR CHILDREN

We have to get back.

I need to know how my scarecrows are doing.

I was just... informed.

I'm sorry.

Five dead.

They're transferring the wounded

to the military hospital in Dahlem as we speak.

I know.

So many... Too many.

I'm going to throw this into the river Spree tonight.

I promised myself to carry it with me

until we had Anne Christine Friedrich's killer.

Hey...

Keep it.

Maybe you'll need it someday to remember...

remember who you were.

You need to stay alive for your wife.

Talk to me, piano tuner.

No.

You need me so you can use her.

What do you say?

Hours.

You don't think he'll be able to...

This one has seen his last sunrise.

Didn't sound too cheerful.

Tell me... something...

about... yourself.

Myself?

Myself.

Yeah.

I grew up in Georgia.

My father was an engineer and...

my... mother...

Your mother...

My mother...

She played piano.

She played piano all the time.

Let's go.

Hello, Gad Epstein. How are you today?

Gad.

-Take him. -Yes.

Come with me.

My guess is American Intelligence will be here in a couple hours.

We have until then.

-We've made the arrest... -I know,

but that's big fucking fish in there,

and everyone's gonna want a piece,

so I suggest we get our shit together,

think it through, and get in there.

Can you get the recorder?

And Gad, will you call Tom Franklin and tell him?

Gad, I don't want Tom Franklin to know about this.

Can you tell me why?

I have to go.

We're going to bring in two big fish today.

Hey! Can you make a detour to Dahlem?

-Jump in! -All right.

Today is August 11th, 1946.

Present for this interrogation are myself, Superintendent Elsie Garten,

my assistant, Gad Epstein, and the suspect,

medical doctor Hermann Gladow.

You are suspected to have arranged

the murders of two American soldiers,

Private Deluca and Private Gallagher

as well as the German girl Anne Christine Friedrich.

And a homeless teenage girl with green eyes,

whose name we still don't know.

With the assistance of Karin Mann,

you're also suspected to have supervised assault on this station,

that resulted in the death of five police officers.

You are furthermore suspected

to have murdered the police officer Trude Schweinstager.

You are also suspected to have assaulted

a police officer, me, with a deadly intent.

-Did I leave anything out? -Yes.

That I started the war.

Did you?

Once a boy a Rosebud spied

Heathrose fair and tender

All arrayed in youthful pride

Quickly to the spot he hid

Ravished by her splendour

Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red

Heathrose fair and tender

Now the cruel boy must pick

Heathrose fair and tender

Rosebud did her best to prick

But her cries of pain were to no avail

She simply had to suffer

You were born in Stuttgart?

Did you meet Karin Mann through your work as a gynecologist?

Karin Mann?

Don't know her. Never heard of her.

Maybe you don't remember her name.

I remember every name.

I also remember the names of every one of my patients.

Including yours.

Ten years ago, maybe eleven,

at University Hospital, Ziegelstrasse.

You wanted to know why you couldn't get pregnant.

You wanted a child, so very badly.

But the examination showed

you could never have one because of ovaritis.

The name of my doctor was Vogel.

Yes, Vogel. Hans Vogel.

Nice man.

Not very bright, but...

And who was the expert he consulted?

Do you remember his name?

I examined you

and it was me who diagnosed the ovaritis

and probably saved your life.

Berlin's a village, Ms. Garten.

Quite a coincidence. Needless to say,

this has nothing to do with why we are here.

No. Oh, no.

On the contrary.

If it wasn't for me,

maybe the ovaritis would not be discovered

and you would not only have been childless, but dead.

How is your sex life?

Everything as it should be?

I remember your husband. What's his name?

Leonard? ...pold? Leopold? Leopold.

Such a sweet guy.

We had a chat in the hallway.

Do you recall what everybody used to say back in '43?

"Better enjoy the war, 'cause the peace is gonna hurt."

What now, another song?

-Thanks. -See ya!

Good luck, sir.

Hey, come on.

What happened?

I don't know.

I just... I can't remember.

GRUNLOW FARM EBERSWALDE

Oh, fuck.

What has happened?