returning after
seeing the front line.
Yesterday he spent the whole day at
the section of the front,
where Russian tanks broke through
German defense positions.
What he saw there,
shook and stupefied him.
And he decided to go immediately
to Hitler to report about it.
At the front there is no
organization at all.
absolutely no organization, my Fuehrer.
A complete disintegration.
absolutely no military discipline.
I even saw some drunken officers there.
Bolsheviks' attacks demoralize army,
they create horror in the army.
It is possible to call it,
an animal horror.
I now have an opinion that...
I forbid you, Goering, do you hear me?
I forbid you to visit the front lines.
And I forbid spreading similar panic!
Oh no, this is not a panic.
This is the truth, my Fuhrer.
-My duty is to report this truth to you.
-Shut up!
You better take care of
your Luftwaffe, Goering.
Don't stick your nose where it is
necessary to have a clear understanding.
You are not up to that.
I can see that clearly now.
Never visit the front lines again!
I forbid you that!
For the first time in his life
Goering objected to the Fuhrer.
He was crushed and humbled.
He still felt the smiles
into his back of those
nonentities, the adjutants of
the Fuhrer - Shmunt and Burghof.
In Karenkhalle the staff officers
of Luftwaffe already awaited him.
He ordered to gather his people,
when he was leaving the bunker.
Good morning.
Reichsfurer has just arrived. He requests
a meeting with you one-on-one in private.
I'll talk to him in the fireplace room.
Please.
The Fuhrer no longer can be the
leader of this nation.
Well, what will be happening then?
As you know, in the bunker
there are SS troops, after all.
But this is not the main thing.
In the Fuhrer his strong will is paralyzed.
He cannot make correct
decisions any longer.
We are obligated to say that
to the German people.
Goering wanted to say: "Yes, my dear
Heinrich, I totally agree with you",
But this black leather folder stopped him.
He suspected that inside of it might be
a little dictaphone, and this conversation
in 2 hours may be presented to the Fuhrer.
-You are the successor of the Fuhrer,
therefore, you are the President.
And I am then the Reich Chancellor.
"He can say now whatever he wants,
- thought Goering,
"the father of all provocateurs
cannot be an honest person.
If only he would be an honest person,
I would agree with all his proposals".
-This is not possible.
-Only one must be both the
President and the Chancellor.
Who is that?
Where?
Over there.
Where is it "there"?
Over there, by the column,
in the dark-blue coat.
That was the funeral of the professor
of medicine Karl Pleyshner,
who many years was co-conspirator
and assistant to Shtirlitz
in the antifascist fight.
Shtirlitz wished he could rise
to the coffin and to kiss the
forehead of the dead person, but of
course he could not do that now.
looking at Werner, who was now
standing near the coffin,
Shtirlitz only now understood,
how similar, these two brothers.
The younger brother of Karl Pleyshner,
Werner Pleyshner did not know and
had no right to know, that it
was Shtirlitz, who saved him out of a
concentration death camp, where he
got per a denunciation 8 years ago.
Since then he was living entirely
alone, because his wife left him
the next day after his arrest.
-And who is that?
-Kaltenbrunner.
-Does he, too, have leaver problems?
-Yes, he was treated by Karl Pleyshner
for a long time.
Shtirlitz for some reason suddenly
recalled the funeral of Geidrich in 1942,
and Kaltenbrunner was his successor.
The funeral was solemn.
The Fuhrer was there as well.
Here is that gesture.
And here is this same gesture again,
repeated exactly by Kaltenbrunner,
it reminded him of the event of 1942.
"They all want to be like the Fuhrer",
- thought Shtirlitz.
"No doubt, they all want to be
just like the Fuhrer".
-All right, let us go, perhaps.
-Do