Shadowplay

- Good morning, Mr. McLaughlin. - Good morning.

A bit of a weird question here, but look at this.

T-42 or T-4-2. Does that mean anything to you?

It could be an abbreviation for a city block, or a street name.

This refers to Lake Tegel.

It's just north of Berlin.

My family have a boat over in Tegel, T-26.

T for Tegel...

- Twenty-six for the spot. - Yeah.

Great. Thank you.

Fuck.

It's good to see you, little brother.

Moritz.

I knew you'd find me.

MOABIT

BRITISH SECTOR

Don't bother.

No whores today. We're closed.

I am a cop.

I just want to talk.

You're too young for a cop.

And you're too young to work in a whorehouse.

Can you answer a few questions for me?

Do you have any food?

I might.

Come on, then.

You know, you are a much better cop than you think, Max.

Stop this crazy shit, Moritz.

Let's just go home.

Your wife and son are waiting for you.

Jimmy.

He needs you.

I can't.

You know, we should have died in that kitchen

over 20 years ago, little brother

but...

we were spared.

Spared for something.

Moritz.

I know about Dachau.

I know what you did.

I know what you saw.

It's okay.

- I understand. - No, you don't.

- I do, Moritz. - No, you don't!

No, you don't, because you can't.

You know what I did before I left Dachau?

I lied down in one of the mass graves.

I don't know why, I

I just felt like I had to, Max.

I... I was lying there amongst...

the bones and the skin and the eyes of...

the murdered, and

there was this boy.

He was just like Jimmy.

About the same age.

And I looked up at the sky,

and just then...

dawn broke.

They spoke to me, Max.

They spoke to me.

This is not you.

This is not you.

I know you.

Moritz

and this isn't it.

This isn't you.

You gonna help me avenge them?

- No. I'm not helping... - Come on,

of course, you already are. You cleaned up every trace

- in a court of law. - Fuck, no. This is wrong!

Don't. You're not supposed to do that, Max.

- This bastard deserves a trial! - He deserves to die

- Just like everyone else! - to be part of our story,

Max and Moritz!

- No! - We did this shit!

- No! Fuck that! - Turn off water! Turn off the water!

You're not supposed to do that, Max! You're not supposed to do that!

No more tricks.

The only...

Had your hopes up there for a minute, didn't you, Nazi boy?

Listen up, Alt-Bayern girls.

The faster you answer our questions,

the faster you'll get out of here, okay?

- Leopold! - Elsie!

Me and two others we've found a way out.

Escape.

There's one thing left to figure out.

I'll be home to you soon.

- When? - Saturday.

You can't do this. It's too risky.

I went by the hotel this morning in case we missed anything.

Good afternoon, Comrade.

Trude,

could you take this little lady and get her water before we talk?

With pleasure.

Hey.

Didn't anyone tell you you're in the wrong sector with that hat?

Fuck you!

- What the hell? - You hear that?

We gotta do something.

- He's just fucking drunk. - He pulled his fucking gun.

What?

Here.

Shit.

Now you fucking care? Yeah!

Fuck you!

- Mom! - Max!

Mom!

You little fucking cunt!

Don't shoot him!

Are you okay, little brother?

You gotta help me cover this up, Max.

I need you to do that for me, okay?

Remember this?

Mom used to read it to us so we could keep her language.

Yeah.

Mom's gone,

but this book's still here.

Put your hand on it.

MAX AND MORITZ

I swear we'll always have each other's back.

"I swear we'll always have each other's back."

MAX AND MORITZ A STORY OF SEVEN BOYISH PRANKS

Anyone need a coffee?

Trude, can you bring back some Nescafé?

Only real cops get Nescafé!

Screw you, too.

Morning, Max.

Hey... what's going on?

You're the waitress...

Karin.

Hello.

My name is Elsie,

- and you already know Gad. - And who's he?

That's Max.

He's American.

Go, Dodgers, go!

A Dodgers fan? Wow.

You have my heart now.

You speak English.

Of course. It's useful.

What's your name?

Cassandra.

Cassandra.

Means "to shine" in Greek. Did you know that?

Where's your family?

Sorry.

Do you know what the women at the hotel do?

They fuck men for money.

Yes, they do.

We're looking for a woman,

perhaps you know her.

Her name is Karin,

and we really need to find her, she knows someone who is really bad.

His name is Engelmacher. Have you ever heard of him?

So you never heard the women at the hotel talk about him?

Not once?

Are you afraid someone's going to hurt you if you talk to us?

I'm not afraid.

I'm bulletproof.

CHOCOLATE BAR

You tell us what you know about Karin,

and all this chocolate is yours.

I can... tell you where he lives.

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE BRITISH SECTOR

That's where I once saw Marianne go.

Okay. Here's our British backup.

I don't want them to take this.

They don't give a shit, but we need them, 'cuz I don't wanna walk into

another goddamn anti-aircraft gunfight again.

Gad, stay with her.

Take care of her. You and me, let's talk to these Tommies.

Good job.

Gentlemen, Max McLaughlin. Who's in charge?

- That'd be me. - Alright. Thanks for coming.

It's right there.

Open up! This is the British army!

If you can hear us, open the door!

Open it.

A gynecologist's chair.

He helps women.

It's all empty.

Someone cleaned the place.

You're all good. The entire flat is secure.

Sorry for wasting your time.

- Thanks for coming. - No problem.

This is fucking embarrassing.

We should get your people in here.

Search for prints.

We missed him.

Shit!

What was that?

You get the door.

Don't shoot.

It's the mailman.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What?

That's what I love about this town.

You can bomb it, occupy it,