it.
We cannot arrest a man
unless we have proof,
evidence, facts
or at least two persons' testimony.
So, we've got the evidence.
I don't know what you're talking about.
May I feed my child?
First you'll tell me where and when
you had meetings with the resident,
and then you'll go feed your child.
I've explained to the man who
arrested me that I don't know
either the resident or his
address or himself.
Stop playing the fool.
As the saying goes, cards on the table.
Six covered ace.
Guard on duty speaking.
As soon as Stirlitz shows up,
report to me immediately.
All right, I'm writing it down.
Mueller decided to play
a game with Stirlitz.
It wouldn't be interesting
had it been not for Stirlitz's call
to Bormann and their meeting.
The circle had been closed: Stirlitz,
the code in Bern, Russian radio girl.
And that circle rested on
a mighty foundation, on Bormann.
So, either, by causing Bormann's
downfall,
Mueller would get access
to the finances for a check-up,
and he foresaw such possibility,
or, if the rules of the game allow it,
he would become
indispensable to Bormann
as the man who had exposed
Stirlitz's conspiracy
connected with the Russian radio
operators.
Both scenarios could mean
either his ultimate ascent,
or his final downfall.
I'll say nothing more.
I'll keep silent until you
let me feed the child.
Well, let's not
waste time then.
I know what you know
and what you don't say.
We'll arrange a confrontation
between you and the resident.
Sensing his exposure,
he decided to flee abroad,
but he failed to do it.
He was counting on his car.
He has a very good car.
But he had miscalculated.
Our cars are not worse
but better than his.
In all that muddle, you don't interest
us, we're interested in him.
And you're going to tell us
everything about him.
I got nothing to tell you.
It's a frost again.
Doesn't look like spring.
Your hands.
- What?
- Your hands.
Your hands.
- What are you going to do?
- Your hands!
Barbara! Helmut!
Helmut! Barbara!
Bring the child.
It's not for nothing that I told you
about the frost.
It's enough to keep your child
naked on this table
for 3 or 5 minutes...
and he'll die.
Either... or. Your choice.
You won't do it.
You can't do it.
Yes, I'll feel terrible
doing it.
I'm a human being too, not a beast.
My mother gave birth to me, too.
But in the name of all
the Reich's mothers, I shall do it!
In the name of the Reich's children
dying from the bombs, I'll do it!
Where's the child?
Bring him here, damn it!
Helmut!
Helmut, do you hear?
Bring the child!
Helmut!
You're a mother,
you must be reasonable.
Well?
Well?
You're no mother.
You're no mother.
You look great.
Just great.
You could at least have taken your
coat off in the reception room.
But since you came in
without taking your coat off,
I understand you haven't found
the pastor's sister and her kids.
No, I haven't.
More details, please: How did it
happen, where is she?
- A car came for her last night.
- What car?
Who was in the car? Whose car was it?
We couldn't establish it.
The neighbors heard the sound
of a car pulling up.
Then they saw the light
coming through
the cracks in the blackout.
Then the car revved up again.
They haven't been seen there any more.
And the photo of the woman and
the kids... you got it?
- Yes.
- Show me.
Well.
All right, we'll search
for the woman and the kids.
She may still be useful to us.
Thanks for nothing, Eismann.
And what shall I do with this?
What shall I do with this?
What is it?
You may read it.
This is your report.
I absolutely and fully trust
Standartenfuhrer Stirlitz.
May we all be damned!
That's better already.
It's a good lesson for you, my friend.
Shall I write
a new report to you?
What for? No.
But I consider it my duty
to retract my opinion.
But will it look good?
Retracting one's opinion
doesn't smell right.
What am I to do now?
Just believe.
That I