Shadowplay

Mr. McLaughlin?

Tom Franklin's looking for you.

He says it's an emergency.

Where?

Inside that building is the potential embryo

of a political shitstorm.

Two of ours are dead.

GIs. Tied to chairs, clubbed to death.

Shit.

This is not your ordinary Berlin alleyway stabbing,

but a direct attack on our nation.

And if I know about it, I'm pretty sure the Russians do too,

and if so, they are watching.

Why the fuck would they care?

Western decline is their sole prerogative,

so if we are successful

in creating stability in our sector, then they are one step behind.

I've already briefed General Howley on the delicacy of the situation.

And if we don't find the killer?

Oh, you'll find him. Or someone.

It's not like they're innocent, these people.

If you don't agree with me,

you can just ask that Jewish kid over there

for a second opinion.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Swing by my place tomorrow a.m., I have a favor to ask.

Shit.

Do we know who they are?

They belong to the 4th Battalion.

We're getting their names.

Both killed by repeated blows to the head

with a metal pipe.

Did you find it?

Over there.

This looks more like an execution of some kind.

Such fury.

Maybe this was a robbery that went wrong.

Yeah, this ain't no robbery.

Fresh, too.

Fuck.

You checked the whole building?

Not yet.

Somebody lives here.

It's a woman's clothes.

Hello?

- Police! Stop! - Take the outside!

Shit.

Take her!

Who are you?

We don't care who you are or what you did.

We just want to know what you saw.

We are police.

We have questions about who killed those men.

Why do they call you Green Eyes?

My mother used to call me that.

She said she can see the Grunewald forest in them.

We used to go there before she died.

Did she die in the war?

Yes.

Are you afraid of the men who killed those soldiers?

I'm not afraid of anyone!

Can you switch to English?

20 untouched cigarettes in an unopened package.

This will get you 300 in Tiergarten. Please.

Still unbroken.

They weren't men.

Say it in English, please.

- They were not men. - Who weren't men?

- The killers. - So what were they, fairies?

No, women.

Have you seen any of these women before?

Would you recognize them if you saw them again?

It was dark.

And how many would you say there were? Three? Four?

Did you hear anything they said?

What did they wear? Any clothing you would remember?

- It was dark. - Yeah, yeah, you said it was dark.

You said that. That's all you're gonna give me?

"It was dark?"

Get out of here. Stop wasting my time.

You're lying. You just want these Ami-Zigaretten,

but you're not giving me anything in return.

No. I mean, yes, but I'm not...

- So tell us what you fucking saw! - I am!

American whore.

Don't call me that.

My name is Max.

We want to help you,

but first, you've got to help us.

Do you know who those women are?

Can I go if I tell you?

Yes.

I think they belong to the Engelmacher.

Who is that?

Once the Engelmacher decides to help you,

you belong to him.

But this is only what I hear.

- Help you with what? - I don't know.

But he helps when no one else can,

and if you don't help him back,

he sells your flesh to the pig farmers in Brandenburg.

Can I go now?

Yeah.

One of our deputies outside, Gad, will walk you home.

- We'll talk more tomorrow. - Why?

So you can get more of these Ami-Zigaretten.

Ute, bring her up to Gad.

I'm sorry I called you a whore,

but you didn't have to hit me.

You gave her an escort.

No woman should walk through Kreuzberg alone

at this time of night.

Not with him out there.

Engelmacher. He's the Boogeyman of Berlin.

He's got an army of people working for him,

but nobody will talk, at least not on the record.

Prostitution, robbery, murder...

"Engelmacher..."

"Angel maker?"

That's a strange name for a crime boss.

In German, that's what you would call someone

who helps women with abortions.

How many rapes do you think are committed in Berlin?

- Roughly? - Since the occupation,

something like a hundred thousand.

- A hundred thousand? - Reported.

Shit.

- And I supposed hospitals are packed. - Penicillin is way too expensive,

so he helps raped and desperate women,

if they refuse to return his favors...

- He feeds them to the pigs. - Yeah.

We connect the GIs to this Engelmacher guy,

then we'll know why they turned them into pulp.

Tell me something fucking positive about this place.

Because of the typhoid fever last year,

there are no rats anymore,

since there wasn't anything for them to eat.

Well,

that's something.

Hey.

Why are you sitting there?

Come over here, Dumbhead.

I'll give you something good.

Stay, stay.

We'll share, 50/50.

Fresh milk

from the hills of Bavaria.

And you're playing hard to get? Is it me?

Don't you like Karin anymore?

Don't you recognize her?

May I come in?

How do you feel?

It'll get better. Really.

Look. I got something for you.

I didn't ask for anything.

I think you'll like it.

And if I don't?

Then I'll kill you.

Those are from me.

And these are from Dr. Gladow.

They're beautiful.

They're from Paris. Brand new. Never used.

Why are you giving me this?

Why do you think?

I'm not a whore.

There are many things we weren't before the war.

- I am not a whore. - Of course not.

You're only a whore if you have a choice.

After what those soldiers did to me, I'm all...

There are many ways to satisfy a man.

So... meet me at ten o'clock

at the old Austrian café on Dahlmannstrasse.

What if I don't come?

Do you know why the pigs in Brandenburg are so fat?

There are other reasons Dr. Gladow is called The Angel Maker.

See you later.

CITY OF NEW YORK BELLEVUE HOSPITAL PSYCHIATRIC DIVISION

MEDICAL HISTORY MORITZ MCLAUGHLIN

REPORT OF MEDICAL ASSESSMENT

PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION

We need to keep our shit together, little brother.

Okay?

FITS OF ANGER

PSYCHOTIC DELUSIONAL

CRUELTY

UNCONTROLLABLE OUTBURSTS

POTENTIAL FOR VIOLENCE

RUSSIAN MILITARY ADMINISTRATION

I assure you, Comrade,

we have tight control over our sector...

unlike the Americans.

I am ensuring that all officials

are under our control.

Why so late?

You have no life?

I have some information that might be of value to you,

for the right price, of course.

What do you have for sale?

I found out more details about the man in this photo.

The Americans just brought him in.