Babylon Berlin

And this is the departure time...

Ladies.

All right.

What can you tell me about this conference?

It'll be tomorrow, 9 o'clock at Reichswehr headquarters.

My father talks about nothing else.

It's about the adjustment of the defense strategies.

They want to amend WH 808.

WH 808?

The big plan.

Exactly, whose pictures were stolen from me. Our plan B.

The illegal rearmament on all levels,

land, water, air, is to be complemented by something new.

They're talking about a new type of weapon.

That's a bull's eye.

So far, so good. But what's your plan?

- We'll take WH 808 into our possession. - How do you mean?

We'll get the documents.

Plan C.

And how do you propose to do this?

Photographs of documents won't be enough.

No.

In order to exonerate Katelbach and Heymann,

we need to present the original.

And by next Monday, too.

- They won't be satisfied with copies. - Right.

The prosecution will claim that they could be forgeries.

And I don't think

the Reichswehr will hand a top secret document over when we kindly request it.

- For that reason, we won't make copies. - And no kind requests.

- But? - We'll get the original.

And the Reichswehr won't even notice.

At least not until we've delivered it to the court.

How do you propose to do this?

We'll produce a doublet.

You what?

- Mrs. Behnke knows the minute taker. - An old admirer.

- He's taking a train... - I could pick him up...

Go ahead.

- Dr. Gregorius, the minute taker... - An old admirer.

...takes the first train back to Breslau after the conference.

He will have the original document on him.

We'll be there, 12:36 p.m. local time, Schlesischer Bahnhof, platform 8.

And I just happen to bump into him.

- Excuse me, sir. - Excuse me.

Dr. Gregorius?

Elisabeth Behnke. Sanatorium Ahlbeck, 1920. Do you remember?

Glandular fever?

What a surprise!

- Is this your train? - Yes, going back to Breslau.

You too?

No, I'm afraid not. I'm going to... Erfurt.

In half an hour.

What a pity.

For us to meet again after such a long time

and to have to separate immediately.

- There's a kiosk on the platform. - Mrs. Behnke will distract the target.

And lure him to said kiosk.

- A quick mocca over there, swiftly? - All right.

Ten minutes at the most.

I need to be in my seat by 25 to one.

Meanwhile, Miss Seegers and a third man will take the documents.

I have already contacted the ideal candidate for that.

Here you go. Two coffees.

Thank you.

- Oh God. - Mind what you're doing.

I'm sorry. I'll take care of it.

Our guy will take the document and pass it on to me.

I never forgot about you. The carefree days by the sea,

the way my heavy heart became lighter,

and only because you were there, Anselm.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

But tell me how you have been the last ten years.

Take it, quick.

But what is my task in this?

You are in another compartment of the train and will produce the doublet.

To calm your nerves?

You will be supported by a first-class typist of your choice, of course.

As soon as I hand over the document to you, everything depends on you two.

Here. You have five minutes.

This is the page. WH 808. Addendum, dated January 18, 1931.

- Ready? - Let's go.

Header, centered, capital W, capital H, space, 8-0-8.

Paragraph A. First level of armament, colon, aviatics, rockets, semi-colon.

So I was called into the council of experts of the Reichswehr,

and I have been advising the military staff in...

a secret mission.

What about you, Elisabeth?

- Did you do it a second time... - What?

Wed someone?

No. Where would we be? I did have offers, it's not that.

Paragraph B, second level of armament, colon,

the government's measures driven by the Reichswehr, full stop.

- Damn! Reichsmehr. - Never mind. Keep going.

Well, I was in my second year of mourning back then.

My loss was still very deep-seated.

Good lord. I have to go right now. Waiter! The check, please.

"Stay with me, thou art so beautiful."

...must be employed.

- Full stop. - Hurry up, two minutes left.

I never learned if my feelings had found an echo in you.

- At last, waiter, we're in a hurry. - One moment.

Your change.

Parenthesis, rockets.

All forms of state-of-the-art technology of destruction must be employed,

full stop.

Sometimes one single glance

is enough to throw you off your normal orbit of life.

Two three, three-fifty, four, four-fifty.

Thank you very much.

See me to the train?

- What do I do? - Improvise.

And thus by the year 1939 we will return the German Reich

to the position of great power of 1914, full stop.

Done.

- Can't you take the next train? - I'm sorry. I have to catch this train.

Anything else would amount to high treason.

Anselm?

I... had forgotten the scent of your skin, Elisabeth.

- Anselm. - I fell into the hands of a siren.

Return it, quickly. Stop, stop. Stop. The stamp.

This should be my compartment.

Farewell, Elisabeth.

- I'll wait here until the train departs. - Yes.

Let's get out of here.

Where is he?

In there. But he doesn't have the copy yet.

I'll take care of it.

I need to know. Are you playing with my feelings again?

I never stopped thinking about you.

Come to Breslau with me.

- Right now? - Yes!

- But... I have tenants. - I live alone, come!

You are asking the impossible of me.

Yes. Come.

- I'm coming. - Yes!

- We have the original. - But he still needs the copy.

Two B.

A pickpocket!

- Anselm! - Stay right here.

What's going on?

- Scoundrel! - What did I do?

- Police! - Always something going on in Berlin.

- I have a pickpocket. - Help!

- Let me go! - You're coming to the station.

- Let me go, please. - Wait till I hand you over to the police.

Police!

We let ourselves get carried away, Anselm. Too soon.

- We must make sacrifices, too. - Attention, the train departs.

But we'll meet again.

- How? - Very soon.

Everything under control, officers. It's a misunderstanding.

And now scarper.

- Charlotte? - One sec.

Right.

- Get up. - That's right.

- Up with you, Detective. - Already?

Yes. We don't have time.

None?

Or just a little?

A little while with no haste.

You think?

Stockpiling for the long day?

Don't build cubiform capitals, Helga.

A single lattice is sufficient. Each layer is two stretchers, one girder.

Alternating. Can't be that hard.

Tell me where the diamond is, Annemarie.

- Tell me where the rock is or I'll... - Or what?

What do you have in mind, mommy?

I've been here for two days, all because of you.

You should say thanks to you. There is time for that.

You brought this upon yourself, and your petty bourgeois pomposity.

Your son put the rock on me to show me that he loves me.

If Alfred loves anyone at all, it is exclusively himself.

Release them.

- Alfred? Never. - No, the stone.

I haven't got the slightest idea where it is.

I don't trust you.

I don't trust you at all.

The feeling is mutual.

I hope you'll die before me.

Do you now?

What are you afraid of?

Of you...

Of you sneaking into the cemetery at night

and scratching my name off the tombstone.

That was a good one.

I have to give you that, girl.

Go on.

Hand them to me, I place them.

I want Liebenberg 20-57, please.

One moment, please. Connecting you.

Castle Liebenberg, Alfred Nyssen's phone, Wegener speaking.

Listen very closely.

This is my last call.

Either I get the stone or the women die.

Tell that to Mr. Nyssen.

Listen.

We have the diamond.

The Blue Rothschild is...