That's the only mistake,
he mixed up the baby's sex.
As for the rest - an immaculate job.
Yes.
Can't hear.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes!
Now I can hear you.
And no hysterics, please.
You were aware of all the risks,
when you agreed to work against us.
Here you go.
I have
one condition.
I'm listening.
After my husband's death...
and after my arrest...
I've been out of touch...
with my homeland.
I agree to work for you.
If you can guarantee me
that in the future
I'll never get
in the hands of my former
superiors.
Lost her consciousness.
Put the prisoner
in our prison hospital.
See to it that they treat her
with particular courtesy.
It's just nerves, she'll get over it.
Play it again, please.
We can't let her out of our hands.
That's for sure.
It'll be utter
carelessness and stupidity.
Especially now, when
we start this game with the priest.
What d'you think, probably, we needed
to secure the Reichsfuhrer's support?
I'm working on it.
And the motives?
A lot of them.
We'll think.
I congratulate you, Stirlitz.
We did get the better of Mueller.
That's good, very good.
Stirlitz was watching "The Woman
of My Dreams>> for the 6th time.
He hated this movie.
It made him sick to look at Marika
Rokk and to listen to this music.
It went without saying, that such things
were never taken into account.
This movie theatre was the place
where he regularly met
a diplomatic courier
named Svenson.
The diplomatic courier Svenson
shuttled between Berlin and Stockholm,
at the same time supplying
Schellenberg's office with various data.
The information that Stirlitz
expected to receive today,
was of utter importance
for Schellenberg.
So, today Stirlitz watched "The Woman
of My Dreams>> for the 6th time.
And for the 6th time he left,
without meeting his agent.
03. 10. 1945
(22 hours 03minutes)
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 6.
To entrance 3.
To the air-raid shelter.
<> - Stirlitz thought.
"Or else they'll get me
right here in my own office>>.
Authorized Personnel
Only.
It was a government hotline
office.
Each of these telephones was directly
connected with the Fuhrer's bunker,
as well as with Bormann's
Goebbels' and Gцring's offices.
- Bormann speaking.
- Have you received...
- Bormann speaking.
- Have you received my letter?
Who's speaking? Hello?
Who is it? Hello?
I'm listening.
You were supposed to get a letter
from a loyal party member.
Yes. Good day.
Where are you?
Okay, I see.
They understood each other.
Bormann understood that Stirlitz knew
that all his telephone talks were tapped.
It spoke of the fact
that the man talking to him
was in the know of the Reich's
top secrets.
Stirlitz in his turn
made a conclusion
that Bormann understood
everything he kept back,
and therefore he felt lucky.
My car license number?
I know.
Who'll be driving?
- Does it matter?
- Yes, it does.
- One of your chauffeurs...
- I know.
He'll be waiting for you tomorrow
where we were supposed to meet earlier,
at the time appointed by you.
Today.
Let's make it
two and a half hours prior
to the time of previous arrangement.
All right. Hail Hitler.
Hail Hitler.
It was Bormann's car.
Don't ever think of seconds haughtily.
The time will come you'll know this
self-evidence.
Like whistling bullets by your head
they flee.
Those moments, those moments,
those moments.
The moments are pressed into long years.
The moments are pressed into an eon.
And sometimes I cannot even guess
Where the first moment is and where's
the last one.
Each moment has a reason of its own,
lts own bells, its own notability,
Distributing to some shameful renown,
To some only infamy, to others -
immortality.
Of tiny moments even the rain
is made.
The water pours down from heaven
in torrents,
And it may take a