and ran to the shelter like rats.
After I entered
the hotline room,
I met with
partaigenosse Bormann
and spent with him over two hours.
What we were talking about,
I won't tell you, of course.
- You might not if...
- No <>.
Don't go too far, Stirlitz.
I'm your senior,
both by rank and by age.
- I beg your pardon.
- That's better.
So, what were you talking about
with Bormann?
With partaigenosse Bormann.
I can answer that question
only in his presence.
Please understand me correctly.
If you had answered it without him,
it would've spared you the necessity
of answering the third question.
I'm ready to answer your third
question if it concerns me personally,
and not the interests of the Reich
and the Fuhrer.
It concerns you personally.
These fingers here...
we found on the suitcase,
in which the Russian radio
operator kept her transmitter.
This question will be
the hardest for you to answer.
Why? It's quite easy for me
to answer that particular question.
I inspected the radio operator's
suitcase in Rolf's office.
Call him here, he'll confirm it.
He has already confirmed it.
Then what's the problem?
The problem is
that your fingers
had been found
by a Gestapo district unit
before
the suitcase got here.
Of all the suitcases in Berlin,
your fingerprints have been found
on the one in which
the Russian <> kept her wireless.
How can you explain it?
To explain it...
is very difficult, actually.
If I were you, I wouldn't have
believed any of my explanations.
I understand you, Gruppenfuhrer.
I understand you perfectly well.
I'd like very much to get from you
a persuasive answer.
I give you my word,
I really like you.
I believe you.
All right, then.
Rolf is coming here now,
he'll bring the Russian <>,
and she will help us...
to determine where you could leave
your traces on the transmitter case.
The Russian?
The one I picked up at the hospital?
I got an excellent
visual memory.
If I had met her before,
I would've remembered her face.
She won't be able to help us.
She will help us.
And we'll be also helped...
by this.
That was his coded message
sent with Pleischner to Bern.
Try to remember, Stirlitz.
This is a real failure.
It is a fiasco.
And our people will not know.
I proved an idiot.
Pleischner is either a coward,
a provocateur, or a bungler.
Bastard, scum, jerk.
03.16.1945
(13 hours 45 minutes)
Mueller went to the scene of Rolf's
murder with his best detectives.
Here, chief.
There's nothing.
- Nothing at all?
- Nothing.
The Parabellum.
Mueller brought also
two old men - Rafke and Hille,
with whom back in the '20s
he was catching thieves,
Hitler's National-Socialists
and drug addicts.
He took those men with him
only on very rare occasions.
He hadn't transferred them to
the Gestapo, for each detective there
relied on the help of
experts, agents and Dictaphones.
And these old men made do
with their heads and experience.
It looks like the murder
you were puzzling out in Munich.
- On Egenstrasse?
- Yes, in house 9.
Eight.
He knocked them down on
the even-number side of the street.
You've got some memory.
Are you complaining of yours?
I'm taking iodine.
And I'm taking vodka.
- You're a general, you can afford it.
- Give me matches.
And where can we get
money for vodka?
Try taking bribes.
And end up
at your thugs'.
No, I prefer taking iodine.
Go on, do it.
Frankly speaking,
I'd be happy
to exchange my vodka for your iodine.
Too much work?
So far, yes.
But soon there'll be none.
Well? What?
What did you get, Gunther?
I got something.
I got something...
Listen...
What do you die your hair with?
Henna.
My hair is neither gray
nor black, but sort of skewbald.
Elsa is dead.
And young chicks
prefer young soldiers
to old detectives.
- The soldiers are on the front.
- And invalids?
All right, enough of that.
Well, what is it?
An old woman across the street
saw a girl and a