you help me?
But how did you come here?
By the stairs.
- Have you got a pass?
- Sure.
We're evacuating.
- I can see it.
- Come tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'll be busy.
Please, help me today.
It depends with what.
I need a book by Mevers, dated 1857,
published in Leipzig.
Then you should've turned
to Doctor Nikenberg,
but he's in the hospital right now.
Pity. So I guess
no one can help me?
I really don't know.
Then try
Professor Pleischner.
- Thank you.
- Any time.
You've come to me?
Right. Good day.
Good day.
Good day, good day...
- Mister...
- Stirlitz.
Mister Stirlitz.
Oh, my God, it's been so long.
- And I've seen you quite recently.
- When?
Ah, you were...
- I've come to ask you for a favor.
- Welcome.
You were at the funeral.
Excuse me, what do you want?
I need a book by Mevers,
published in Leipzig.
Oh, it's a very rare edition.
I'm afraid we've sent it
to the depository, in the mountains.
But I'll try to look for it.
And you're a sly man.
To ask me for a book by Mevers
is like asking you
for a tone of margarine.
You wanted to see me. That's it.
I'm sorry.
Not it, not it...
Not it.
I'd say the Greeks' Art is by far too
humanist, too blurred.
The Romans are tougher, probably,
they're more like us, Germans.
Not without reason Mussolini considers
Julius Caesar the first fascist ever.
The Greeks are focused on Man,
while the Romans - on the idea,
inner logics.
A hero, a role-model.
Kids are supposed to play it.
Am I right?
Why don't you say anything?
Why don't you object?
I guess, you don't side with me.
You do hate muscular torsos
and proudly set,
blunt heads.
No?
- You had big problems, didn't you?
- Problems?
If a concentration camp
is a problem.
You know, I've been taught to argue
only with those
who I can fully trust.
I trusted only one man.
My brother.
How can one live without any trust?
How do you manage to live?
I manage. Yes, I do.
I don't know why, but I trust you.
Frau Bau,
go down to the air-raid shelter, please.
But why?
You know pretty well I manage to run
just to the middle of the hallway.
I guess, it's better to stay here then.
The fear reflex.
Nothing can be done about it.
So where were we?
Right, here's your book.
You said you trust me.
Why?
Don't know.
Information to be pondered over.
Bormann.
The Reichsleiter,
the Fuhrer's Nazi party deputy.
Married.
Father of eight children.
Has a conviction.
Incomplete high-school education.
About Bormann, like everybody else
in the Reich, Stirlitz knew very little.
There was a word he'd served a sentence
for assassination,
but then either escaped
or was released after the amnesty
and joined Hitler's party.
He became Hess' private secretary
who was the only privileged one to be
on the first-name basis with the Fuhrer...
Having taken over Hess' position,
after the latter fled to England,
Bormann sanctioned the Gestapo
to destroy all his friends
he used to work with
in the party office.
Like before, he was unnoticeable,
stayed away from cameras
and seldom appeared
at receptions.
He demonstrated accentuated respect
for Gцring, Goebbels and Himmler.
He changed only after
the Fuhrer called him
his shadow.
Bormann wrote
Hitler's
most important political speeches.
Every morning Bormann reported
to him
on home and foreign affairs.
Bormann decided whether
the Fuhrer would receive Goebbels
or deny him an audience,
whether he would invite Mussolini
to dinner or not.
Stirlitz,
like many others in the SD,
knew that in the last few years
the Fuhrer
had made no important decision
without consulting with Bormann.
Thinking about Bormann,
Stirlitz now and again returned
to the only weighty fact
which he got,
while talking once to Schellenberg.
The latter said:
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Stirlitz made a decision
to stake on Bormann,