would have
to go underground.
That was synonymous to failure.
If he were sure that Katya would
be under his control all the time
and Mueller wouldn't lay
his hands on her,
he wouldn't have been so worried
and wouldn't have asked himself this
one question - was he right or not.
He would've placed her in a secret
radio-flat under the SS guard.
And when an opportunity turned up
he would've arranged for
Kathe and her baby to disappear, and
nobody could've tracked her down.
Probably, later
he could've arranged for
Kathe and her baby to disappear, and
nobody could've tracked her down.
Though even now, regardless of
the desperate situation on the front,
and regardless of the huge masses of
refugees in the center of the country,
the Gestapo continued
to operate very efficiently.
Every other man
gave information against his neighbor,
while the latter in his turn
pointed his finger at the informant.
Only a very naive person,
unfamiliar with the structure
of the German secret police,
could think it was possible to escape
in this general chaos.
Don't be mad, it's our common
cause, and its the outcome that counts.
Does it really matter who'll be praised
and be given a candy?
I don't like sweets.
Let's get back to the tape.
I have to admit,
this Stirlitz is very proficient.
Listen to how well he's coached her.
Needless to
repeat to you this textbook truth,
that in Moscow this arrest
will mean a verdict to you.
A person, who got to
the Gestapo, must die.
And the one, who left the Gestapo
alive, is labeled a traitor, right?
That's in the first place.
I'm not going to ask you the names
of the agents who remain at large.
That's not so important.
Looking for you, they'll come
to me, that's the second point.
And thirdly.
You understand that as a human
and as a Reich officer,
I can't but
feel sorry for you.
I realize
how much you will suffer
if we're forced
to place your baby in an orphanage.
The kid will be deprived of his mother
forever.
Get me right, it's not a threat.
Even if I was against doing it,
I've got my superiors.
I can't ignore the order,
I'm a soldier,
and my country is at war with yours.
And, finally, fourthly.
At one time we received
copies of your movies,
shot in Alma-Ata
by Moscow film studios.
Germans are depicted as fools in them.
If it's really so,
why were we
at the Kremlin gates and on the Volga,
if we're such idiots?
You're right.
But now the Red Army troops
are at Berlin's gates.
Right.
When we were at the Kremlin gates,
you believed you would get to Berlin.
Likewise, we're now convinced
we'll soon get back to the Kremlin.
But let's drop it.
I'm telling you this for the only reason
that our
decipherers are not that dumb,
and they've cracked much
of your cipher.
And our man can replace you
as a radio operator.
Your radio operator is ignorant of
my hand.
However, in the center
they know my hand very well.
Right, but we have your messages
recorded on the tape.
We can teach our man
your hand
and he'll take your place.
It'll compromise you to the end.
Your homeland will never forgive you,
we both know it.
If you act wisely,
I promise you a full alibi
before your commanders.
- It's impossible.
- You're wrong.
It's quite possible.
Your arrest won't be registered
in any of our documents.
You'll settle down in an apartment,
where your girl will be comfortable.
- I have a boy.
- Sorry.
Later, if you meet your people,
you'll tell them
that after your husband's death a man,
who gave the password, found you.
I don't know the password.
You do.
But I don't ask for it,
it's minor things and romantic games.
You're going to say that the man,
who gave the password,
brought you to this flat
and gave you coded messages,
which you later sent to the center.
It's an alibi.
In plays and movies about secret agents
they normally give time for thinking.
I'm not giving you any,
and ask you right away:
Yes or no?