Secret Army (1977–1979): Season 3, Episode 3 - Revenge - full transcript

Sturmbannfuhrer Kessler.

I've been summoned to see
the Reichscommissar urgently.

Yes, I know he has an appointment.
Tell him he must wait.

Good morning, Kessler.

A pleasure to meet you.
I have heard much about you.

Thank you, Herr Reichskommissar.

May I welcome you
to Brussels and say how

pleased I was to learn
of your appointment.

I am of course entirely at your disposal.
-Thank you.

I expect you are aware that
most of the traitors involved

in the attempt on the
Fuhrer's life on July the 20th

have been accounted for.

A few committed suicide
before they were arrested.

The remainder admitted their crimes under
interrogation and were summarily executed.

I have received little official
information as yet, but of course

I've heard something
of the events in Berlin.

Not only in Berlin.

We know that had the Fuhrer died,
as the traitors had planned,

the military commander in Paris
intended to seize control

and hand over the city to The Allies.

No one outside the party
can be trusted any more, Kessler.

Not the Wehrmacht, not the
Kriegsmarine, not the Luftwaffe.

No, Herr Reichscommissar.

It is possible that similar
plans existed here in Brussels.

You will find out.

The Fuhrer has ordered
the immediate death

of everyone found to
be involved in the plot.

It is our duty to see that the
Fuhrer's orders are obeyed to the letter.

Of course. With respect,
I shall need to know more

about those who have
already been found guilty.

It's a question of establishing
the connection, the association.

This will help you.

I need hardly remind you
that the contents are most secret.

Of course.

Any guilty man here in Brussels
will receive swift justice,

I assure you.
-Naturally.

Kessler. Some of the officers involved
you may find difficult to believe.

Men who have fought for Germany.
Heroes in the public eye.

Rommel for one.
-Rommel?

He is to be given
the chance to commit suicide

in exchange for the safety of his family.

You will soon read of his untimely death.

And his state funeral
will be in the news reels.

It would unsettle
the masses if any of their

heroes were to be
denounced as a traitor.

Bear that in mind.

Wullner.

Where did you put
Major Reinhardt's service record?

In the morning I want to put through
a call to General Juttner in Munich.

There are some inconsistencies
in their cross references.

Will you pass me
the file on Ernest Von Elmendorff.

Now Admiral Canaris.

Would you look under July 20th.

Meeting in the Bendlerblock
on the Lambda Canal in attendance...

Something, something
has been scratched out, Sir.

Several names have been removed.
Here, the third space.

What do you think that might've been?

Mein... or Deinhaupt...

Not Reinhardt?

Yes, sir. It could be Reinhardt.
-Thank you.

Are the men from Hohne here yet?
-Yes, Sir, in the outer office.

Would you send them in, please.

Well? -We checked the local register.
There is no family. -There was no sister?

Yes. Was. Killed in an air raid in 1942.

Any indiscretions?
-No. -Very well.

The resistance have
started ambushing Germans.

There are patrols all over the place.
-I'll get it.

Moving the ones we've
got isn't going to be easy.

The resistance are fighting the war in
their own way Albert, we must be fair.

But that doesn't help us.
-They're killing Germans.

They set the Gestapo
snapping at everybody's heels

including ours, and for what?

I'm talking about that staff car.

One chauffeur guarding a German padre.
What a target.

Albert, that car was supposed to pick
up a general and take him to the airfield.

So he changed his plans...
-How do you know that?

The communists carried out the attack.
-I've just come from Dirk.

Have you found any
way for these evaders?

Hold on, hold on. There's
more from Dirk and it's not good.

They believe they know how Max
and the others came to be shot,

and they believe it was
you that gave the information.

Are you sure?
-They know the lot.

The tip off to the French police.
How Max was set up. Everything. -How?

God knows how,
but they know, that's for certain.

What do they
intend to do, Alain?

Have me killed?
-Yeah.

What about Monique, Natalie, you?
-They blame you. No one else.

Well, they're right there.
That's something.

But can you find out
when they intend to do it? How?

Monique, Dirk can be trusted,
but he's not a member of the inner group.

He's certain
about their intentions, but not much else.

He's going to try to find out
some more tomorrow if he can.

Can you see him again tonight?

Yeah, perhaps yeah.

Well do your best. -Right. -Alain, wait.
Can't you arrange a meeting with them?

We can explain that
Max was endangering Lifeline.

No, he wasn't doing it on his own.
-No, they won't negotiate.

And Max was perfectly
happy to betray Francois.

Why should they care
about anyone else?

Albert, don't go anywhere
until we can find out some more.

Watch the customers.
Keep a gun handy. Stay here.

Thank you Alain. Goodnight

Well, at least the Germans wear uniform.
You know who your enemy is.

As you see, house to house
inquiries continue. Searches of

suspected premises are going on
and all police leave gas been cancelled.

We shall find them. -I'm impressed
by your diligence in this matter.

Property was damaged and a passerby
was hurt. That's police business.

I'm just as anxious as you
are to bring guilty men to justice.

Well, we have one of them.

Yes, Charles Brouillet.

He'll name the rest
before we finish with him.

With respect,
I don't think Brouillet was involved.

My men found him
hiding with a loaded gun

in his possession.
Of course he was involved.

Has he admitted, any complicity
in the attack? -No he's denied everything.

But as soon as he
recovers consciousness,

his interrogation will continue.
He'll admit it in the end.

I'm sorry Sturmbannfuhrer

but Brouillet was taking part
in an armed robbery on the same day,

which is why he was hiding

and accounts
for the gun in his possession.

Are you certain? -He was positively
identified by three witnesses.

These are the statements.

He said nothing
of this under interrogation.

The penalty for armed
robbery is very severe

and a policeman was
hurt during the raid.

Brouillet knows what he will face
when we get our hands on him.

Come.

Sturmbannfuhrer,
this is just arrived

by special messenger from
the Reichscommissar.

Ah yes, thank you.

That will be all, Benet.

May I take him, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer?

We don't much like criminals
who assault the police.

Yes, yes, I suppose so.

Waiter.

Keep the change.
-Thank you, sir.

You can tell your friends not to worry.

Sir, don't you want your bill?

What's going on? -Vercors said
it was urgent, that's all I know.

Another drink, Madeleine?
-No, I don't think so thank you.

Oh come on, with me.

It's on the house. And anyway,
look, look, I'm not busy. -Thank you.

We'll drink to after the war, shall we?

When all the shops are open again. Good
food, pretty clothes, anything you like.

Cars in the street, holidays,
lying on the beach in the sun.

Sooner or later the Allies will arrive.
The Germans will leave.

Those that aren't killed.

Have you thought about that?
-Yes. -What then?

I don't know.

Look, I've seen you
in here almost every day with Kessler

Since you first met him...

I know what you're
going to say

It's none of my business, and I don't
pretend to understand,

but I do know that you must care for him.
-You don't understand either.

What about your future?
-I just try and live from day to day.

Every day that passes brings the Allied
tanks nearer to Brussels. -I know.

What will happen then? Oh Madeleine,
you must get out while there's still time.

Or perhaps it's been decided for me.

I was supposed to see him last night, but
he sent a message to say he was too busy.

It doesn't
look as if he's coming now, does it?

I should have expected it.
In a way I did.

Madeleine, you get away, you get far
away from here, and forget about him.

Are you trying to get me shot?
I shouldn't be here. -It's important.

I left a message as arranged.
-Charles, did you get him out?

Yes.
-Well, where is he?

The prison hospital.
-Did he talk?

No. -Are you sure?
-From Kessler himself.

He was roughed up
but he kept his trap shut.

And he'll be alright?
-In time.

What then? -He'll be held while
the robbery's investigated.

I cooked up some
statements from eyewitnesses.

Kessler wasn't suspicious?

He trusts me.
Eventually, those statements

will be disproved
and Brouillet will be released.

The Germans will have
forgotten about him by then.

They'll be gone by then.

Anyway, thank you. You saved
a brave man's life.

The Germans haven't gone yet. You
thank me by not having meetings like this.

We need your help again.

No. You don't understand
the risks I've been taking.

We do, and we're grateful.
You don't have to do much.

After getting Brouillet out,
anything is too much. No, I'm sorry.

It's simply another Belgian.
The Germans won't give a damn.

I told you before... -Never mind what
you told me. It's been agreed.

You mean you decided?
-Well, no one disagreed with me.

Albert Foiret has been sentenced to death.

When and how was left to me.

Mademoiselle.

I was delayed. I'm sorry.

Whatever you've got,as quickly as possible
-Certainly, sir. Please, this way.

I thought you weren't coming.

I sent a message last
night to say I would be here.

By then I'd sat for two
hours waiting for you.

I was obliged to work late,
it was necessary. -It often is.

You're in a strange mood. Would you
like a drink? Calvados? -No thank you.

I can't stay long I'm afraid.

I'm surprised you bothered to come at all.

I have to see the Reichscommissar
again this afternoon.

And tonight?
Will you be working late again tonight?

Probably.
We'd better not make any arrangements.

Perhaps we should end it. Here and now.

Is that what you want?

I don't know. I seem to
spend most of my life

waiting for you and most of
the time you're not there.

My work makes it impossible. I see you
as often as I can. -But it's very little.

I have no friends because of you.
My neighbors won't even speak to me.

I'm sure you exaggerate.
-Don't you understand how it is for me?

I have nothing to do but
sit on my own and think about the future.

About what will happen.

I don't want to think.

When I'm alone. I can't help it.

Does my presence
really mean so much to you?

You're all I've got.

Mademoiselle. Sturmbannfuhrer.
Bon Appetit.

You're all I have too, Madeleine.

I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me.

No please don't apologize.

I've been selfish and inconsiderate.
No please, let me finish.

I have accepted your devotion,
if not as a right

then without being
really aware of its effect upon you.

I can see that your fears are very real.

You're frightened. I care for you very
much. -Please Ludwig, it doesn't matter.

But it does matter. To both of us.

You've behaved impeccably
towards my colleagues

I've always been able to
rely on you being charming.

A perfect companion.
I've even prided myself about it.

I never sensed that
it was an effort for you.

That inside,
you're desperately frightened.

I'm sorry, forgive me.
-Of course.

The Reichscommissar I cannot postpone.

This evening I have
other urgent business but soon--

shall we --
have an afternoon in the country?

Or better still, a weekend away together?

Find some quiet little hotel
where we can forget the war exists.

But it does exist, Ludwig.

And one day I'll have to pay for my --
little escapade that we call happiness.

I know you've always been kind
and considerate. I expected nothing more.

But I can't help being afraid
when you're not there.

I'm so frightened of being alone again.

Madeleine. -- Would --
would you --eventually

consider marrying me?

I don't know.

I'd never really thought about it.

Dreams can become reality.

Our French comrades will take to the
streets as soon as Paris is liberated.

When France becomes a people's
democracy, then so shall we.

This isn't France.

Look, I want your help in dealing with
a man who is a traitor and a collaborator.

You don't need me
to deal with Albert Foiret.

You've got
enough guns at your disposal, God knows.

I want him alive.

Foiret had ten of our men killed.

One quick death's too good for him.
He'll die, at the end of a rope. Slowly.

You'd better put a full clip in
and keep them with you whenever you can.

You'd better keep that
under the under the counter near the bar.

Can you slip it down the piano?
-Yes.

Do you think they'll come Albert?
-Perhaps?

No. You stay here. We'll go.

We're closed. Who is it?
-Alain.

Sorry. -No, you're right to be careful.
-We've been waiting. What happened?

I've only just managed to see Dirk.

It's tonight. That's all he could find
out, that it's going to happen tonight.

Here? -Must be. They'll come to you.

Yeah, in the restaurant.
Yes, they wouldn't risk it after curfew.

Well, we're ready.
-So am I.

You've got to speak to London tonight,
on schedule, that comes first.

Not till 10 past 11.
-Does Dirk know who they're sending?

No, but they won't chance a face we
know. -So it could be anyone?

That's right, it could be anyone.

This is not, of course, proof.

Do enemies of the state,
when they're willing

to countenance their
assassination of the Fuhrer,

deserve the niceties of the law,
Herr Reichscommissar?

Suspects have been hanged for less,
I agree. -He will be arrested at once.

No. Remember what I told you.

The press has been encouraged
to treat war heroes like film stars.

There can be no arrest
without absolute proof.

After all the propaganda,
the public would not understand.

Moreover, so far,

this man still enjoys the protection
of Reichsmarschall Goering.

Proof.

Or, find another way.

One with no possible repercussions.

They may have lost their
safe houses,

but we're still no nearer to the
people who run Lifeline.

We're just nibbling away at the perimeter.

Well, we must discuss it.

I need to talk to you.

This evening?

If you'll excuse me,
I plan to have an early night.

The Reichscommissar
has instructed me

to consult with you
on a matter of supreme urgency.

We can talk now if you like.
I can give you the rest of the afternoon.

I'm not quite ready to do so.
I prefer this evening.

Shall we dine together?

At the Candide, perhaps?
I believe you like it there.

Alright?
-Right.

Got your gun?
-Yes.

Is that window secure?
-Yes.

Can you cover all the tables from there?
-Except one and two.

Right, I can do that.

One of us must cover you all the time.

Now let's consider the possibilities.

The first bottle of wine
is on the house, sir.

We would like you to enjoy yourself
this evening, sir. Thank you, sir.

One just come in. A man, on his own.

I have seen him before somewhere.
-Where?

I'm not sure.

The one that's just come in.
I seem to know his face.

Is he a policeman?
-Yeah.

I can't think of his name. I've not
seen him in this district before though.

Probably do you for
buying on the black market.

Not on his own he won't.
Shake us down maybe.

Or get one of these free meals
coppers seem to expect these days.

Well, they must be crazy
to try anything tonight

with Germans
and a plainclothes man in here.

I don't know.
One man might think twice.

I think several might
have a go just the same.

Still there's no likely ones
that I can see.

Would you like to order your meal, sir?
-I think I'll just have a drink.

Good evening, sir.
-Good evening.

We have something
very special

tonight, sir and afterwards
there will be entertainment,

a bottle of wine, a good meal.

You'd enjoy it, sir, I promise you.

Quite likely,
but not the size of the bill.

It's all too expensive for me, I'm afraid.

You're a police officer
if I'm not mistaken, sir.

We like to offer a special rate
for a gentleman like yourself.

Please don't bother about the bill.

A very pleasant way to start an evening.
Very generous of you,

Monsieur Foiret. Thank you.

Not at all, sir. Natalie show the
gentleman to a table please. -Thank you.

It's alright so far.
He is a policeman. I got him to stay.

Albert, what about the back?

Well, all the windows are locked.

They'd have to make a noise
or take their time getting in.

It would be as well if one of us
checked now and again just the same.

I'll go and see now.

I'll go. Oh, I'm so sorry gentlemen,
but this table is reserved.

I don't see any reserved sign.
-No, there isn't, but it is.

In that case, bad luck. We'll have
a couple of bottles of wine to begin with.

We have a table free over there,
sir if you wouldn't mind moving.

But we do mind.
We like it here.

It's a much better table.

Fine, then give it
to the people that

reserved this table
and we'll all be happy.

But gentlemen, you would
be much more comfortable over there.

Look, we're not going to sit next
to any bloody Germans, and that's flat.

So, either bring the menu or the patron.
I'll speak to him. It's up to you.

I'll get you the menu, sir.
Shall I put your briefcase...

No, no. We need that.

Have you seen any of them before?
-No.

Well they insist on that table.
They won't budge.

Near the door.
It's good for a quick getaway.

Good evening, sir.

What about the briefcases?

Oh, no need to worry.
They're businessmen, or salesmen.

I'll go and see them.
-No, you keep away. -Alright.

That was excellent. Thank you.
How was yours? -Oh fine.

I'm alright, thank you.

Well, here's to a very pleasant
evening Reinhardt and a happy outcome.

Indeed.

Yes, I had a special reason
for inviting you tonight. -Yes?

I need your help Reinhardt.
-Oh?

Concerning the recent attempt
to assassinate our Fuhrer.

Not the first time is it?
Been rather a lot of attempts.

You know of those attempts?
-Doesn't everyone?

But this one nearly succeeded.

Had the briefcase containing
the bomb not being moved by pure chance,

the Fuhrer would have received
the full force of the explosion.

The Fates were
certainly with him that day.

So it would seem.

And this time the traitors
were not deranged fanatics,

or communists or agents
of international Jewry.

They were trusted, respected members

of the German armed forces.

Some of very high rank.

Others distinguished war veterans
like Count Von Stauffenberg.

He took the bomb
into the Fuhrer's

headquarters and planted it.
Do you know Von Stauffenberg?

Yes, I've met him. -Dead now of course,
like many of the others.

But some are still alive.
Such men are vermin.

They contaminate our country. They
are an offense to all decent Germans.

Like vermin. They must be hunted down,
trapped and killed.

This is where I need your help.
-Me? -Yes.

You've fought in many theatres of war.
Over England, South Africa, Russia.

Your exploits are Major, well known.

You rubbed shoulders

with many distinguished officers
at one time or another.

I believe you knew Von Elmendorff
for example? -Yes, a very civilized man.

I respected him.

It's known that he was deeply involved
in planning a previous assassination.

And recruiting disaffected officers, for
example, Major Brandt, your predecessor.

Had Von Elmendorff
not died for that,

he would doubtless have become
involved in the bomb plot.

One way seems as good as another.

Then there was Oberst Neidlinger,
he was a friend?

We saw each other now and then.
-When was the last occasion?

We dined together in Berlin. April,
I think it was. -He's been executed.

Yes, I know.

He was suspended by the throat
from a meat hook with piano wire.

He took a long time to die.

His execution was filmed.
I've just seen a copy.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle. You.

How long are we going
to have to put up with this?

We're trying to talk.

We came here for peace and quiet
so we could continue our conversation.

We can't hear ourselves think
with that noise going on.

You'll have plenty
of time to talk later gentlemen.

Our clients expect entertainment, and
we try to provide that in the evening.

Well, it's a damned nuisance.
-Please wait, gentlemen.

Albert, they are
making a lot of noise.

They are complaining
about Monique singing.

It's a decoy.

Help yourself.

Look, I can't stay in here.
I've got to go out. Cover me.

Another cognac perhaps?
Thank you sir.

Good evening.

What brings you here, Inspector?
Business or pleasure?

Business in a way, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.

An informant, perhaps?
-Among other things, yes.

Well goodnight.
-Goodnight.

I wonder why you received
your present appointment?

They had to find a ground job for me.

I was severely wounded.
I couldn't fly anymore.

Quite. Like Von Stauffenberg.
He lost an arm. Was blinded in one eye.

Yes, I know that.
He was an incredibly brave man.

An assassin who betrayed
his Fuhrer's trust? Well?

A man who suffered
greatly for his country.

I cannot understand
what turns such men into traitors.

I fancy they become disillusioned.
-With what?

In war, men must have something
they believe is worth dying for.

What could be more glorious
than to die for Germany?

I expect Stauffenberg and Neidlinger
believed they were dying for Germany.

How could they possibly think that?
The Fuhrer is Germany.

The Fuhrer is one man.

One man can represent a nation,

but he cannot embody millions
of people in himself.

Half the civilized world
believes the Fuhrer

and National Socialism to be
not only wrong, but evil.

Is it so surprising if some Germans
have come to share that view?

I find that not only surprising,
I find it repellent. You do not?

You asked me to guess at
the motives of such men as Stauffenberg.

Well, I must respect
your opinion,

since you appear
to be friends with so many of them.

But, we were talking about your job.

I should thought a man with
your operational record would have

been more use on the planning
staff at Luftwaffe headquarters.

After all, you have very little previous
experience of intelligence work.

My being aircrew,
I suppose they reason that

I might know the way
that enemy aircrew think.

Of course. Admiral Canaris,
he's also a friend of yours?

We are slightly acquainted, no more.

Would it surprise you to learn that
Canaris is not above suspicion?

No.
-Why not?

I'm sure I'm not as
clever as the Fuhrer,

and he didn't suspect
Count Von Stauffenberg.

If that's meant to be
facetious, I find it in bad taste.

But what do you
think is good taste?

Piano wire. Meat hooks.

Sitting in comfortable armchairs
and watching a film of it afterwards?

Be careful Reinhardt.
The executions were

filmed on the orders
of the Fuhrer himself.

However, I'm sure you didn't
mean to insult the Fuhrer.

You flying men,
you have a strange sense of humour.

I used to find
the same with Major Brandt,

before he killed himself.

It's nearly curfew.
What are they gonna do?

Are they gonna wait until
everybody else has gone?

Albert, they won't pay the bill.
They want to see you. -Alright.

Ready?

I'm not paying it.

You've made a mistake,

or it's barefaced robbery.

I assure you, sir, there's no
mistake. The bill is absolutely correct.

Fetch the patron.
-I can't...

Let him explain it to me

face to face. Where is he? Hiding?

No sir, here I am. What can I do for you?

You can stop trying to pad your bills.
That's what you can do.

Excuse me, sir, let me have a look.
Thank you Monique.

No, this bill is perfectly correct, sir.

But we had the fixed price menu.
-Yes, sir, but what about your bar bill?

You had quite a considerable amount
to drink. -We haven't had that much.

I think you've had too much, so why
don't you you pay the bill and go home.

Or what?

Or you will find yourself inside
monsieur. Just shut up and pay your bill.

Do you always hide behind a cop?

Don't touch it!

Thank you, sir.
-You're welcome.

A large cognac for this gentleman, with
my compliments. Thank you. -Thank you.

I've got to go, Albert. The schedule.
-Oh, yeah.

Obviously has to have been a false alarm.
-Don't count on it.

Alright. Thank you Alain. Goodbye.

Thank you mademoiselle.
-Thank you monsieur.

I understand you know
Field Marshall Rommel?

I met General Rommel
as he then was,

once, in North Africa and I've
never seen him since.

But you became close friends with

one of his staff officers.
Oberst Gerhardt.

In fact, aren't you godfather
to his youngest son?

Are you planning to write
my biography, Kessler?

Gerhardt is dead.

You see why I thought
you might be able to help us.

Stauffenberg, Neidlinger, Gerhardt.
You knew them all.

You must have heard something
which could help us.

Since they are all dead,
whatever I heard is irrelevant.

About those men, yes.

But there are others who are still alive.

There were plans to take over Berlin,
Paris,and for all I know Brussels as well.

If so, I think you may know about them.
-Huh!

You are personally acquainted
with Generals Beck and Goerdeler.

You have connections
with the Kreisau Circle.

We are not short of material evidence.

I am just a grounded pilot.
What makes you think I know anything?

You appear to have a knack for making
friends with people of that type.

Also, on the afternoon of the bombing,
on July the 20th,

you attended a conference, at Abwehr
headquarters in the Bendlerblock,

called at short notice by
Colonel General Christiansen. -Yes.

The Wehrmacht and
the Luftwaffe were represented,

You were present on behalf
of Luftwaffe Intelligence,

but the SS and Gestapo
were not invited. Why was that?

The subject under discussion
did not concern them.

The subject being?

A review of the military situation
on the ground and in the air.

The updating of contingency plans.

I wonder why
such a military conference

did not include a representative
from -- the Waffen SS?

Or did it?
-I didn't call the conference, Kessler.

You mean it was a personal
decision by Colonel General Christian?

No, I do not mean that.

The SS were not excluded as you put it.
-So there were SS personnel in attendance?

Hauser? Bittrich?

Ah! So the SS are getting cold feet about

elements within their own ranks.
Is that it?

The conference began at 5 o'clock in the
afternoon. -Yes. -When did it finish?

Some officers left at 8 in the evening.

Yes, but the remainder
stayed at the Bendlerblock all night,

and did not disperse until
9 the following morning.

That does not sound like
a routine conference to me.

If you already have
this information...

The Abwehr is constantly
under surveillance.

We do not trust the Abwehr.

You do not trust the Abwehr, you don't
trust the Wehrmacht, or the Luftwaffe.

Now it seems you don't even trust the SS.
It must be very difficult for you.

I want to know exactly what
was discussed that evening.

You know I can't tell you that.

Military information remains
secret under all circumstances.

The procedure is to apply to
whoever convened the meeting,

in this case, the Abwehr,
and request sight of the filed report.

I find it difficult to believe that
there will be one in this case.

I believe that those officers
remained that night waiting for news.

And when it was learned
that the Fuhrer was still alive.

That the entire
treacherous plan had failed,

then, and only then, did those officers
slip away, hoping to save their own skins.

You have a vivid imagination, Kessler.
-Not in this case, I think.

I am convinced that there were SS
representatives present at that meeting.

I want to know who they were. You are
already implicated by being there.

Now if you cooperate,
I will see that your name is removed.

Prove your loyalty
to the Fatherland by naming names.

Kessler, I neither know who was
involved in the bomb plot, nor do I care.

And if you expect me to inform

against other German officers,
you're wasting your time.

I'll say this. Not one man
at that meeting deserves your attention.

Now is there something else
you wish to know or I may I go?

You are a clever man, Herr Major.

Certainly clever
enough to know if there

were traitors present
at that meeting.

And clever enough to know
the conclusions which will

certainly be drawn if you
decline to name them.

You draw whatever
conclusions you like.

As far as I'm concerned,
there were no traitors there.

In that case, there's
nothing more to be said.

You wear the highest decoration
your country can bestow.

I'm sure you would
not wish to dishonor it in any way.

Many of your friends have died.

The end they met was
neither pleasant nor honorable.

Not a fate one would wish for a man
who has fought well for his country.

It's very late.
I shall wish you good night, Herr Major.

Kessler!

You should be careful.

This could easily go off.
Someone could get killed.

Having a man tortured is more
your style. I think you're bluffing.

If I'm wrong, you can pull the trigger.

If anyone's been bluffing tonight,
it certainly was not me.

Once I'm certain of
a man's guilt,

he will die, sooner or later.
You may be sure of that.

We all die sooner or later,
even you, Kessler.

I just don't care all that much.

Safe journey home.

Perhaps Dirk got it wrong?
-He's never got anything wrong before,

and anyway, the night isn't over yet.

Well, someone could have come in,
seen our policeman and decided against it.

I'm beginning to peer into shadows.
It's ridiculous.

Well it's nearly time to shut up.
-Is there anyone left? -Just him.

Right. Could you
check the windows upstairs?

Could you go in the kitchen please?
I'll see to him.

Excuse me, sir, but it is after curfew.

The regulations. You must know that, sir.
-Yes, I know. Thank you Monsieur Foiret.

Most kind. Most enjoyable.

I must apologize for the disturbance.

I know you get people like that,
a few drinks and they want an argument.

But I'm very glad they didn't

spoil your evening, sir.

Goodnight and we'd be
glad to see you anytime.

What the hell is going on?

You are under arrest.
-Arrest! What for?

I expect I'll think
of something, Monsieur Foiret.

Murder, perhaps. Yes.

In the mean time,
possession of firearms will do.

Isn't Albert with you?
-No.

Is he in there? -No.
-He must have gone upstairs.

No, I've just been upstairs. I was
checking his room as well. He's not there.

Well, he's not in the kitchen
or the cellar. I've just been there.

He wouldn't have gone
outside on his own, surely?

Oh my God, they've got him.

I have listened
to the recording of your conversation.

It didn't work, Kessler.

There is no further action
which can be taken.

I suggest you apologize to him.
You must have a working relationship.

But Reichskommissar...

You failed to prove his guilt, or to
persuade him to remove himself.

Then you must learn
to work with him, Kessler.

Anyone without a Knights Cross
who talks as he does...

But he does have
a Knight's Cross, Kessler.

Awarded him by the Fuhrer himself.

The photographs are all over
Germany, which no doubt

explains why he is
one of Goering's pets.

Tell me, Kessler,

were there really SS officers
involved in the plot?

Oh yes. But we do in fact know who they
are. They have been dealt with.

Very well, Herr Reichskommissar.

I shall do as you request,
despite my own personal feelings.

But Major Reinhardt is guilty. I know it.

One day I shall see that
he pays the penalty.

That day has not arrived, Kessler.

I can wait, Herr Reichskommissar.