Babylon Berlin

Accused...

I take it, from your conspicuous indifference,

that you have nothing further to contribute to the proceedings.

Nothing, however, is more than a little.

- Mr. Chairman... - He can talk!

I am a rightfully convicted criminal.

- I don't deny anything. - He doesn't deny anything!

Well, why should he?

He was rightfully sentenced

by the District Court of Berlin on 26th October 1930.

And since then he's been free on his own recognisance.

He's probably been laughing into his hands.

After committing the most abominable offences against children

a so-called court gave him a suspended sentence

and released him back into the population.

And why is he crying now?

- I... - Why is he crying?

I'll never do it again.

I promise.

- I swore it! - And the court believed you!

And that's why the amiable judge in Berlin also said

that he didn't have to be on too tight a leash.

For a... trivial offence like child abuse!

He had no idea of the existence of the White Hand,

the true court that meets in these halls

to close up all the loopholes

that insects like this one have been crawling through for years!

In the name of the White Hand,

here and today we issue a revised judgment against Theodor Kroll:

Due to repeated serious abuse of minors,

we sentence you...

...to death.

The verdict will be enforced immediately!

In the name of the German people,

right follows wrong.

Right follows wrong!

- After barbarism comes order. - After barbarism comes order!

- After weakness comes strength. - After weakness comes strength!

Executioner, do your duty.

Uncle.

Welcome to your homeland!

Look at him! He's become a real American.

- Avreml Goldstein. - No, not Avremi, not Goldstein.

These days I'm called Gold. Abe Gold.

- Gold? Without "Stein?" - Without "Stein?"

Fine, come on,

we'll get a taxi outside.

- How was America? - Nothing without you.

Are you a capitalist now?

In Moscow we're building even bigger skyscrapers.

Number 12 please.

Do you have what I asked you for?

Were you with him?

- Jealous? - Answer me!

A couple of times.

How many?

The party comes first, then your controller, and lastly yourself.

Your words, comrade.

I missed you.

Look at this.

The woman.

Yes.

- That's it. - The one and only.

Nyssen. You know these people?

Depends what "know" means. They buy their jewellery from me.

- Above all, we have to be discreet... - No, no, no, no.

There is no "we."

The Rothschild was my father's.

And it's mine.

But your father, may he rest in peace,

wanted that it was returned to our community!

No. Perhaps he said that, but he didn't mean it. Believe me.

- But your father... - My father sleeps with the fishes.

But his grave is in Berlin.

An empty one.

- This is your business, isn't it? - Hooligans.

It'll soon be cleaned up, swept up and beautiful.

Come on.

A stone like that does not belong to one man.

You are sinning.

What?

That's really your final word?

I'm afraid so.

Then good luck finding the stone.

- I won't help you. - Sure.

Welcome to the 21st hour of the first Berlin Ladies' Dance-Marathon!

Outside a new day is starting, but in here we are ruled by the unending night.

Morning, Heini. How much did we make last night?

2.400.

Is that all? How can that be? Half the city's passed through here.

Thanks!

- Rudi, my hero! - Always at your service.

- I called in sick for the whole day. - Lovely.

See you, Reinhold.

- Keep going! - I'll try!

Good luck!

Well, would you like a little refreshment?

- What's that? - Well... Ammonia.

Really?

- Man, no... fizzy powder. - Give it here.

I think it would be best if we greeted the new day

with a fresh breeze and with a little more speed!

Hello number 42, don't forget to dance, you're sleeping on your feet!

Good morning, number 16! Hello! Wake up, number 39!

I think, for you, it's time for a...

Extra round for the audience!

The clock is ticking. All couples come into the circle.

39 is out!

42 is holding up well.

16 is finished!

Congratulations, number 42! The others are eliminated.

And it continues for everyone. Don't worry, the break won't last long!

- Your cocaine sucks. - What? That cannot be.

It's medical quality, direct from the Charité hospital.

- I need a break. - I like it when you cling on to me.

Is Doris still there?

Yes.

And the professional?

- Who? - The tall one, 14.

Sadly she is too.

- Tell me a story. - What, real or made up?

Theory or fact?

Well, the main thing is that you start somewhere.

Recently, the boy, that fell from the roof...

Yes?

We're letting lots of cases go that actually deserve to be investigated.

Dr. Schwarz says: Cases that cause more trouble than they solve,

and in the end, none are like that.

And you?

Me? I swore an oath, on Hippocrates.

It applies to the living same as the dead.

And what was up with the boy?

The hands looked like they'd been stepped on.

- Really stepped on. - I know, and?

I can't explain it any other way.

- A murder case? - I say yes.

- And your boss? - Says no. You were there.

- You have to report it to Böhm. - Böhm? Why not Rath?

They're both arseholes. But Böhm doesn't pretend to be anything else.

Where can I find Colonel Wendt, please?

In the saloon.

Colonel Wendt?

Arndt Scheer, SA-member, Berlin-Hellersdorf South.

Yes, and?

My father was a grenadier in three infantry divisions

and was in all three campaigns in Pomerania.

What was his name?

Lieutenant Colonel Scheer. Wilhelm.

A great loss, the death of your father.

He believed in a Germany that many have started to forget.

He told me a lot about you, Colonel.

Yes?

Sit down for a moment, keep me company.

No, I don't want to disturb you. I only want to express my admiration.

Admiration?

My father told me once, how you rescued his unit from an ambush.

Faced the enemy without hesitation, all your men with iron resolve.

I've always pictured you as a kind of role model, like you were for my father.

Take a seat. Waiter?

Coffee? Beer?

- Beer. - Very good, sir.

Who are you doing this for?

Sorry?

I can recognise a speech that has hostile intentions at its root.

Its construction is good, my boy, but transparent.

Well...

On whose behalf are you here?

Stennes.

And what is the aim?

To damage your reputation and thereby ensure that you're fired.

- Long term. - And short term?

To set Stennes free.

Enjoy.

- You can go? - Waiter?

Didn't you hear me?

It might sound strange, but I... I love and hate this task.

Ah, yes?

Yes, because my admiration for you is real.

I was glad to be able to speak to you up close, and...

heartbroken that this should happen to you.

- But orders are orders. - Yes.

Now I'm almost relieved about failing.

Enjoy.

I don't want to interfere in your research in any way, gentlemen.

I'd much rather broaden the remit.

And I'm sure I'm not the first that, gratefully,

has been thrown in this direction.

What if nobody sits here?

What if the target of this rocket isn't space, but...

Paris, London...

or Warsaw?

And the top part houses a detonator

behind which a ton of dynamite is hidden...

Or more?

Well, any military use should be well thought out.

It's definitely possible to develop the rocket in that direction,

if we were in the position to convince the defence minister.

If we were the first to develop a rocket of this type,

the result would be enormous military potential for the German empire,

and astoundingly lucrative business for Nyssen Ltd.