Previously on Babylon Berlin...
Fifteen executed revolutionaries of the Red Fortress.
We confiscated the weapons of these gentlemen.
There were projectiles from those guns in almost all of the bodies.
I want to propose a deal.
I want the names of those responsible of the Reichswehr
who organise the transport of the poison gas.
You want me to deliver your own countrymen?
Your confiscation of the train causes tension.
That you Soviets are eager to help build up the illegal Reichswehr
is a matter in itself.
But that even our head of state doesn't shy away
from ignoring the Treaty of Versailles...
This is Bruno.
You can deliver. You know where the key is.
The foreman found a human foot in the foundation yesterday morning.
They found a body whose clothes make an unambiguous attribution possible.
The man must have been a priest.
- Has he been identified? - Saint Josef.
Get yourself a radio by tomorrow.
23RD MAY, 2PM, 709 KHZ
- Help! - Did you know one of them?
That's not the point. Come.
I can't. I have to work.
Then tell those murderers at home what you saw.
SOVIET EMBASSY BERLIN-MITTE
Inspector Rath, I have the documents.
In an hour, at Friedrichstrasse suburban train station.
- Henning? - What?
Everything alright?
- Yes! - Just asking.
Oh man.
Hey, mister.
Keep walking.
French for one Mark, peeling the banana for two.
Get lost.
Come on. Fudge tunnel for 1.50.
Get lost, man.
He's no good. With me you get anything for one Mark.
- He's mine! - Shut up, you squirt.
If you don't want to go to jail, make like a tree.
- Get it? - A copper?
- Get marching. - A copper!
A vice copper!
- Coppers! - Come on, let's scram.
What is this?
A visa application. Not just any old visa application.
There are several dozens of those, for this man alone, Major Beck.
- I know him. - You probably know this one, too.
Seegers.
What's going on?
First you let my men go.
Then you'll get evidence against your general staff.
Fifteen of them.
Do ut des.
I give so you give.
Off we go.
Get out, gentlemen.
Ah, finally.
With these documents you will be able to prove
that these officers have been visiting
a small village 300km southeast of Moscow
very regularly since 1925, called Lipetsk.
It's the secret base of the German Airforce.
There has been no German Airforce since the end of the war.
There is one in Lipetsk.
I don't understand you.
You work against your own country.
I work for the police.
LOUDSPEAKER
23RD MAY, 2PM, 709 KHZ
...picture the analysis of a patient as something
which follows similar mechanisms as a radio programme.
In both cases, you have transmission and counter-transmission.
In the case of our work with traumatised front soldiers
it's a transmission of therapist and patient.
All processes in our brain work
according to the principles of electrophysiology.
They are basically nothing but electric currents
which signal an activity
to our brain and to what we call our consciousness.
But why,
I wonder,
why shouldn't the thoughts between two
separate people be transferred by way
of one of them transmitting radio waves when thinking
and the other one receives them directly
and then identifies them as his own.
Please note that this procedure is called...
suggestive therapy.
- Right, here you go. - Thank you.
What do I owe you?
Is something wrong?
No, everything is fine.
I feel a bit queer, is all.
Get well soon.
Yes, you too.
We can apply for the arrest warrants straight away.
Against whom?
Seegers, von Loitzing, Major Beck, half the general staff.
- What for? - Constitutional breach, treason,
conspiracy against the republic. The list goes on.
Will that be enough in court?
Hard to say.
If anyone can say, it's you, the public prosecutor.
They ship 13 wagons full of phosgene to Berlin,
not even a year after the disgrace of Hamburg.
- What happened in Hamburg? - The Stoltzenberg chemical works.
The valve of a tank wagon burst. What came out? Poison gas, phosgene.
There were ten dead, hundreds severely injured.
People left their houses and dropped to the ground.
Who was the gas for?
Why don't you guess?
- The Reichswehr. - Well...
not officially.
And no consequences?
The chemical plant dumped the other wagons in the sea and now they want compensation.
This shows that we need more if we want to crackdown on these people.
I don't want that paperwork thrown back in my face.
These documents are proof of a German base in the Soviet Union,
where German pilots are trained to become fighter pilots by German experts.
In German fighter planes.
- Where is this supposed to be? - In Lipetsk.
It's 300km southeast of Moscow.
And what's in it for the Russians, helping us to breach the treaty?
The Russians want to build airplane engines.
They're learning that from German engineers.
How big is this thing in Lipetsk, that flying squadron?
After all, it may just be a handful of machinery.
The informant says it's a lot more than just a few.
But these papers don't prove that. They suggest it, but...
Your Honour, please. What else do you need?
Witnesses, files, photographs.
- I'll do it. - You will do what?
I'll go there.
Rubbish. You'll travel for a week and no-one will let you in.
He'll fly then.
You what?
Well, it's simple.
You'll get us a plane and we'll get proof.
- Doris. - Lottchen, you have to rescue me.
- What's the matter? - Invoices.
From a clothes factory, called Sklarek. They list every single sock,
every shako and every uniform. Every service textile of the police since 1924,
and I'm supposed to check them all. It must be at least 400 pages.
But that's great, you'll need days for that.
But I don't know how to do sums.
You have to help me.
Like I helped you. 80 Pfennig an hour.
- What exactly do you have to do? - You'll do it?
And again.
I don't believe this.
Write this down.
Delivery note 219/27, Spandau town hall.
Forty-six offices, taking down and cleaning net curtains.
And here, four days later, the invoice.
Four hundred sixty offices, taking down and cleaning net curtains,
at nine Marks each, that's 4140 Marks.
So they're invoicing for ten times the amount.
I'd say they're pretty cheeky, those Sklarek brothers.
I'd say the same.
No!
What does it say on the door?
Oh, inspector.
- Is everything destroyed now? - No.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
Two questions, Mr. Gräf.
- First of all, where is Jänicke? - Didn't turn up today.
We were supposed to meet at Aschinger's.
And the second question?
Have you ever been on a plane?
- What is it? - These are documents which...
OK, I'll check them later.
- This should explained. - By you, you mean?
- Yes, there are certain payments... - Have them pay you,
I'll look at it later.
You can leave now.
Fritz, you scared me.
Sorry.
Why did you do that?
Come on.
Hang on a second.
- What is it? - What you said on that funeral march...
Mr. Benda is not a murderer.
Oh, Mr. Benda.
Is he nice to you, yeah?
No, but he has a good heart. I know that.
Gretchen, that may be so. But he's also the chief of the political police.
And his good heart, however big it may be,
he has to leave in the cloakroom outside his office.
And at night he picks it up again.
And in between he has us communists slaughtered.
PROPERTY OF THE BERLIN POLICE
Moritz!
Senior?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Where did you get the key from?
You can't sniff around like this.
I didn't.
Lock it up right away and put the key back where you found it.
Where is your mother?
Shopping with Mrs. Wolter.
Off you go.
There, in front.
COMMUNIST UNREST ON 1 MAY THE VIOLENCE ESCALATES
FOREIGN MINISTER STRESEMANN WELCOMES BRIAND IN BERLIN.
Communist kisses chambermaid.
And on the next floor the hairdressers and four bespoke tailors, not just one.
- And they have beauty advice everywhere. - Can I have the sausage?
And it's all free. Emmi and I have tried it all.
And then there were two jewellers or even three with long glass counters,
and then, when we took the escalator up to second floor,
there was a fashion show starting in the ladies' department.
So beautiful! Dernier cri.
That means the latest trend. From Paris for Madame.
Oh, if only I was 20 and had some money.
You don't look like you're 50 and have no money, Helga.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Cheers.
- Oh God, it's empty again. - To your health.
Has it got worse?
Different.
- Worse? - No, just different.
Gereon!
Would you help me, please?
Gereon...
He's no longer between us.
Moritz.
AIRFIELD BERLIN-STAAKEN
Councillor.
The most modern thing in the air today.
The initial model. You're lucky it's in Berlin right now.
It was supposed to do a test flight from Hamburg to Lisbon.
- What happened? - A crash landing.
Well, an emergency landing. New things want to be tested.
You know the deal?
- No. - No.
Never opened a parachute before?
It's the first flight for these men.
The chief of police said they would be professionals.
Professional police officers.
- Never flown before? - No.
No.
Gentlemen, your pilot.
Siegfried Stoltz. A battle-tested man, experienced with long distances.
And his navigator, Robert Sauer.
- Rath. - Sauer.
- Stoltz. - Gräf.
- Hello. - Gräf.
Hello.
- You've been briefed? - We have the coordinates.
If they are correct. It's a long haul, with no stop.
But you can do it?
We'll manage.
Soldiers...
Good luck.
Make yourselves comfortable.
It's a cargo plane.
- You can't put in seats over night. - Please.
Did you see the hatch back there?
It'll be a top-notch bomber when we get to do it again.
Just a little tinker later and we're ready for the drop.
And which plane has this much room for refills?
Right.
Put them between your legs. And aim down the sconce.
- Open the fuel cock. - Yes, sir.
Mixture set.
Damn it!
Damn!
What a grenade.
The control stick gets stuck sometimes. So don't be surprised, it happens.
REICH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS BERLIN-MITTE
Minister Stresemann, we have reliable information
that certain circles are planning to assassinate you.
- Very soon. - Communists?
National forces.
How many assassinations on me have you and your men prevented in recent years?
Ten? Twenty?
Twelve, to be precise.
Then do what you always do.
Your men save my life,
I save the peace,
and one day we will die, very snugly in our bathtub.
The state visit right now...
Foreign minister Briand?
We have evidence of a stark change in the security situation.
A changed situation doesn't faze me, Benda.
I don't love my life enough for that.
But what worries me is what you brought me here.
I wasn't sure you were aware of it.
The entire Reichstag knows about Lipetsk. But these dimensions...
This finally contains enough evidence to take half the general staff to court.
For goodness sake, don't.
You mean the Reichstag is happy about the fact
that the Russians are helping us to build a modern airforce?
Aren't you?
Minister, I know you've always seen the Treaty of Versailles
as a defamation of Germany.
But you weren't awarded the Nobel prize for this stance, but for a peace treaty.
The aim of my peace mediation is solely to make sure
new agreements are no longer based on the moral humiliation
and economic subjugation of our Fatherland.
It disturbs me that you're so sure about this.
Things are complex in the German Reich, always have been.
I don't doubt that.
But what will you say when the League of Nations hears
that Lipetsk is not a small training camp for a handful of hotspurs
but that a new German airforce is being built there?
Please excuse me once again.
If my Käte were to come in now, then heaven help me.
Carry on, Benda.
I keep far fewer secrets from Dr. Koller than from my wife.
We have confiscated a freight train with a quantity of poison gas
which would be enough for manufacturing at least 100,000 grenades.
New estimates regarding the troop strength
of the shadow army of the Reichswehr
are in the range of six figures.
And now, of all time, when the French are our guests.
If the French foreign minister hears of such dimensions,
I'd look like a fraud.
I'll say goodbye for now.
- Thank you, Patachon. - Watch out, Pat.
Aye-aye, sir.
What do you suggest?
It's only a matter of time until this affair will create waves.
And then you should not look like a fraud, but like a spotter.
Continue.
I'm about to obtain updated evidence in Russia.
And then we take that gang to court, in Germany.
Whom do you mean exactly?
Seegers, Ludendorff...
Just the top men.
Apparently you love your life even less than I love mine.
A leyb hot nit moyre far keyn flig.
A lion doesn't fear a fly. I know, Benda.
My wife keeps saying that, too.
Gereon.
Now they're trying to convince us that all men are equal.
Another big misconception of the modern era.
Man is flawed.
Rabble is a danger.
Capital is full of temptation.
We are all sinners.
We're only equal in that respect.
Physically and mentally,
we're unequal.
That is god-given.
Take your brother, Anno.
Never make the mistake to strive for the same aims as him.
Men differ the most clearly in their aptitude for leadership.
If you are not humble enough to recognise this,
should not lay any claims to power at all.
In the state, we find...
our true nature of man.
A divine world order...
will only be reflected in that society
which allows for a structured state.
The hierarchy...
is embedded in the divine origin of the state...
Why did you leave me?
Helga.
Why?
Tell me.
Why did you leave me?
Say it.
Why?
I've fallen in love with your brother.
And now?
You have to make up your mind.
I have made up my mind.
Helga!
God has left us.
A long time ago.
What remains...
A hull.
A tree without roots.
A world without light.
First, the wrong son returns home...
then you leave me alone with him.
Father.
That's all we needed today.
We're very close to the coordinates.
But the bad weather is making it difficult.
- What? - The navigating. We'll go lower.
Under the clouds.
What happened?
We got hit.
Ignite.
Not happening.
Do it again.
Again, nothing.
Go steeper. The propellers are jammed.
OK, ignite.
Ignite.
There, right in front of us.
Our target.
Yes, this must be it.
But shouldn't we keep our distance?
Yes, sure. But don't you want to take photos?
Now, man. Visibility is good.
We won't be getting any closer.
Come on now.
You lie down and your mate will hold on to you.
Don't forget to hold on.
Go on, then.
Go on, don't be afraid.
Pull me back in!
I have to change the film.
Your hand!
Go on!
As long as the clouds are dense, we're safe.
I'll change our course temporarily.
Just to be safe.
To ashes, to dust
Stolen from the light
But not yet now
Miracles wait until the end
To ashes, to dust
Stolen from the light
But not yet now
Miracles wait
But not yet now
Miracles wait until the end
It must be just a dream
Trying to snatch the wind
Who really knows?
The clock on your wall
It is filled with sand
Put your hand in mine
And let us be forever
Now you make your choice
And throw us in between happiness and agony
But I can forgive you
You are very close to death
But your eye still clear
Does it recognise me? I'm ready
To seek immortality with you
Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges