MEN SHOUT
You tell me about the Geneva Convention?
- I need to find someone. - Who?
Admiral George Kenton.
It's Herta. I went to the center,
- and she's gone. - How gone?
We were going to bring her into our home.
You just want to get out of here. That's all.
They set a time and place to meet. Figaro.
- Stop! - SHOT FIRES
Mr. Fidelio, I presume.
Your prior service to Germany
will be recognized by posterity.
Have you any idea how ridiculous you are?
You wanted Fidelio, and here I am.
But I'm not even going to tell you the name of my dog.
We head here. Straight for the invasion force.
♪ The German U-boat man attacks ♪
Herta!
As requested.
You've risked a lot coming here.
Yet I'm told only a few days ago
you were on Lord Haw-Haw's radio show.
That you were bragging how you'd stolen the secret of 10cm radar
from under our noses.
How you'd killed an agent of ours in Lisbon,
my colleague and good friend Tom Gardiner,
before returning home to the Fatherland
to a hero's welcome.
I didn't kill Gardiner.
And I only returned to Germany to finish what he and I started.
I haven't risked a lot coming here.
I've risked everything.
I don't know who or when or how,
but what I do know is that Fidelio, whoever he is,
can get to the Führer and will do soon.
Get to? Assassinate?
But if he goes ahead and we don't have your assurance,
the surviving leadership will destroy us.
So we need the Allies to commit to a negotiated surrender.
Look out there. Starboard. Go.
Yeah, I've seen.
It's vast.
Six hundred forty-two ships,
a hundred and seventy thousand men.
You must stop it.
We can stop it.
If I'd had this two months back,
there might have been a chance.
Why?
Because it's already begun.
Then what was I doing?
My father? All this time.
It was in good faith, Klaus. You must believe me.
But I was wrong.
Wrong about what?
War.
Everything.
It's not about patriotism or ideals.
So what is it about?
Money.
Business. Lucre.
Your pal, Sam Greenwood,
he was ahead of the game on that.
That's why the invasion can't be turned back.
Because American industry discovered war.
And saw that it was good, extremely good, for business.
In fact the perfect market.
The more it produces, the more is destroyed,
the more it needs to produce.
I'm an old military man. Like your father.
When I sent Gardiner towards you,
I did so in good faith.
I thought I could help end this thing in a civilized,
gentlemanly fashion.
But...
I'm sorry.
Do you think it was easy getting here? Getting this?
Do you think it's easy
to contemplate betraying all my comrades,
the service I've trained for,
that I've lived with all my life?
I must get back to shore and alert my comrades.
No, I don't think it was easy.
But I'd appreciate that all the same.
In return I can help you get back to shore
to warn your comrades.
What do you want?
- I've come to help you. - How could you help me?
Lieutenant Colonel Koch wondered
if you might not tell me the names of your co-conspirators.
Kriegsmarine man to Kriegsmarine man.
You're a disgrace to the Kriegsmarine.
LAUGHS
And you will be too.
You'll be stripped of your rank for treason
and hanged like a common criminal
if you don't comply.
I'll know the truth in my heart.
Names.
What I don't understand is you're a pen pusher,
GLUCK CHOKES
a yes-man, a nobody.
You don't have the balls
to be Fidelio.
Who is it?
Who?
GLUCK PANTS AND COUGHS
I have the balls to be him now. Don't you see, Schulz?
You carry on, but I win whichever way.
- What do you mean? - I've told Hannie.
About you. About your record.
La Rochelle, Lorient, Cuxhaven.
Soon it will become common knowledge.
Talk.
Last chance.
Fuck you, you ape!
You're all the same.
You and the Hoffmanns.
Looking down on the likes of me.
You think you're better than me.
It will be a pleasure to watch you die.
As it was to watch good old Hoffmann.
Yes.
I was there.
And every time I screwed his daughter,
your beloved goddaughter,
- I thought... - GLUCK CHOKES
..."Fuck you.
Fuck you all."
Die, asshole.
GLUCK CHOKES
Die!
GLUCK MOANS
Die!
GLUCK CHOKES
BUCHNER STRAINS
Charges are set on the engines.
What are you doing?
He didn't want to join us,
but he's not going back to the Reich
to tell them what we've done.
- It's murder. - You want to join him?
BUCHNER STRAINS
You won't be a problem, will you?
- No, sir. - On deck. Off you go.
Off you go.
BUCHNER STRAINS
What's with the launch?
A present from the Americans.
I didn't suppose you'd fancy going back.
We're set for scuttling.
Where's Sub-Lieutenant Buchner?
He didn't fancy going to America.
GROANS
I understand you're disinclined to join Mr. Rahn in surrender?
Yes, sir.
And I know you really wished to be of use.
A ranking officer...
would now be of use to me.
Make something of your life in America, Rahn.
Sir?
Sub-Lieutenant?
I want to go with you.
Alright, but sharpish.
Prepare to abandon ship.
Sir.
So?
The intelligence boys said all it contains
are negatives of a film about a U-boat commander.
Will I send a boat after Hoffmann to arrest him?
Let him go warn his comrades.
We'll need a few good men to work with after the war.
Sir, he tricked us.
He obviously wasn't sincere.
Or maybe he's just a quick learner.
What is it you want me to do?
Somebody is about to do something.
I need you to help me stop them.
How?
By reporting that you've arrested me for treason.
Now you must be brave.
Mrs. Schorlau.
Lieutenant General Werner called me here,
to deal with you.
Sit down.
- This is an outrage-- - Be quiet.
This is a legitimate government policy.
The Lebensborn Association is devoted to the perpetuation
of the racial hygiene of the Aryan race.
What greater calling could these girls have?
These girls are children.
This is prostitution,
by the very person who should protect them.
I was doing these girls a favor. What use do they have?
No family, no education.
And this one,
the dark hair, the Jew looks, the sharp tongue on her,
she'd have stayed with us
and then some work program or even work camp.
This way she might have had the chance
to do something for her Fatherland.
And her child might have been lucky
and taken after her father.
But thanks to your disruption
Lieutenant General Werner won't give her such a chance.
Nonetheless, because of your family connections,
he is willing to let you have the girl.
And Gretchen?
SOBS
How could you come to this?
What are you talking about?
We are at war with the Slavs and the Jews.
We must do everything we can to help our race.
Gretchen is doing what she can.
If you are prepared to offer this one
a future she doesn't deserve,
she's your responsibility.
But...
you'll hold your tongue,
and this document...
ensures you will.
How many U-boats do we have there?
I asked how many?
Well,
there are 17, 18 in total in the theater,
but of those four are being serviced
at Toulon and La Spezia,
six patrolling the Eastern Mediterranean
or at port there,
and then there is U-330, now disembarked from Naples,
but not arrived in Toulon.
- That leaves... - Three.
Three?
CHUCKLES
I look forward to informing the Führer of that tomorrow.
Or would one of you prefer to go to the Wolfsschanze?
What are we to do?
Order all available U-boats to the region.
With their air and sea superiority?
There's no way they can get to the invasionary force.
Give the order
to "disrupt Allied invasionary force where possible."
Meanwhile I need all details on location,
production and innovations.
The Führer is fond of this.
Have them send the model of that midget U-boat
that Lieutenant Ehrenberg showed us.
Those might be the only U-boats we can deploy against them.
Open the door!
Aye, sir.
Stop.
As SS liaison I demand access.
Schulz.
How might I help you?
I've come to search Captain Gluck's desk.
He has confessed to being Fidelio.
We know he was not acting alone.
You have authority for the search?
What's this?
Did you just discover you had balls, Lessing?
You should have shown them more often at home.
Hm?
Here you go.
Orders from Lieutenant Colonel Koch
to search Mr. Gluck's desk.
Now, if you please.
Whatever he is accused of and has admitted to,
I insist Captain Gluck is treated
with the respect due his rank.
I did.
While he was alive.
Hanged himself in his cell.
Thank you, Lessing.
Koch?
You knew it was me, Lieutenant General?
Of course.
How go the plans for the new route?
We can move items through the monastic route to Lisbon.
My agent is re-establishing her contacts there...
and in Brazil.
Her?
Never trust anything to a woman...
except baking cakes and bearing children.
CHUCKLES
She's formidable,
and I can trust her.
As you can trust me, sir.
Do we still share the view
that our project supersedes
the success of our current leaders?
Speaking of which,
did you find a Fidelio?
Captain Navy Heinrich Gluck.
Confessed to it.
Unfortunately hanged himself in his cell
before we could extract all the names.
Careless.
You know how I knew it was you?
You creep about like a eunuch priest.
Make sure this bitch can be trusted.
Or I'll send my guys from the task force
to make a eunuch of you for real.
Chop, chop.
WERNER SIGHS
PHONE RINGS
Sub-Lieutenant Ehrenberg?
Fidelio is up for a meeting.
Please bring all the documents.
DOOR OPENS AND BELL RINGS
You...
You're Fidelio?
You seem surprised. I'll take that as a compliment.
Apparently I've managed to keep my utter contempt
for this regime and what it has done to the world hidden.
Though I can't say it's been easy.
Pretending to be one of them.
I wouldn't have guessed.
- Never. - Good.
It's best that way, for all of us.
Any word of Klaus?
You?
The meeting's been moved forward to tomorrow.
Maybe we shouldn't go through with it.
It's getting harder to get to the Führer.
We must proceed. So?
Okay.
At the meeting in the Wolfsschanze
you'll remove the model from its case.
There will be a metal tube like this on the deck.
You'll explain that this is our new anti-radar device
making the Marder class undetectable in an enemy harbor
to even the 10cm radar.
- Does it? - Of course not.
We're not near cracking that yet.
But you've got to talk like it does.
Inside the metal tube on the model is a vial of acid.
As soon as you push the metal tube down,
the acid burn s the copper wire down.
That's the trigger.
The explosives are inside the model.
Supplied by our comrades in the army.
It should be enough
to take out the whole room.
Yourself included.
Here you go.
Gluck was terminally ill. Lung cancer.
Only weeks to live.
I talked to his doctor at Charité.
He refused therapy.
He wasn't Fidelio.
This doesn't prove it. He confessed to it.
How did I find Gluck?
A tip-off.
A former crew member?
A U-boat man who claimed to have sailed
with a former crew member of mine.
I checked it out.
Chief Engineer Lange did sail with Hummel.
It was true.
I went back to prison earlier on.
Lange wasn't there anymore.
No trace of him having been discharged.
I found that Lange, the real Lange,
is a Chief Engineer,
but on board U-949.
And they went missing one week ago
off the coast of Tunisia.
How would that look?
Admitting we let ourselves be fooled?
Surely you'd like to catch those responsible
for trying to fool you, don't you?
Gluck is, or was, Fidelio.
I have conveyed that to the Reichsführer's office.
CROWD CLAMORING
Word must have got here the American invasion's begun.
We need to get to the radio before they get in.
Finally. Well done.
CLAMORING AND BANGING
They've found the stores. Should keep them occupied.
Calling Command of U-boats Mediterranean.
BANGING
Command of U-boats Mediterranean.
Identify yourself. Over.
- And you're sure about this? - Yes.
This is Sub-Lieutenant Franz Buchner, U-949,
reporting from abandoned Naples station.
Wish to report U-949 lost at sea on 2 September.
All hands except myself and Ordinary Seaman Cremer are dead.
CROWD CONTINUES CLAMORING
Look for a way out.
Move it!
Also intercepted Lieutenant Klaus Hoffmann
attempting to pass U-boat positions and innovations
to the Americans.
Under arrest, await instructions.
Request report matter to High Command in Berlin.
BANGING AND SCREAMING
And urgently report to Sub-Lieutenant Robert Ehrenberg,
U-boat development in Berlin,
that Lieutenant Klaus Hoffmann is under arrest in Naples.
I repeat. Urgently report to Robert Ehrenberg,
U-boat development in Berlin, that--
There's a backdoor. Quick!
Over and out.
PHONE RINGS
- Schulz. - Sub-Lieutenant Breitner.
I was told to call this number as soon as I arrived in Toulon.
Sub-Lieutenant Breitner?
- You were in Naples, right? - Yes.
I need to know about U-330.
Lieutenant Hoffmann arrived in Naples two days ago
and took command of U-330 with Rahn and the rest of the crew.
And who at Command of U-boats Med signed the orders
for U-330 not to sail until Hoffmann got there?
That came from Berlin.
From Tirpitzufer.
What?
I've got the number somewhere. Hold on.
Here you go.
Captain Navy Albrecht Lessing.
- Hello? - Thank you.
- Albrecht. - For God's sake,
who did you expect? Huh?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry about everything. I...
What happened?
Herta?
Tilda? Take the girl to the kitchen.
Give her some milk and biscuits.
I must talk to my husband.
I've heard of this Werner.
These task force men are the lowest of the low.
You've been very brave.
SCOFFS
Braver than I could ever be.
I'm proud of you, Hannie.
Everything's okay.
It's over.
You need to leave. Herta and you.
Go to Kiel tonight.
Tomorrow morning you continue to Denmark.
- Denmark? - Yes. You have to leave.
- What are you going to do? - I can't tell you.
But you have to leave.
With Tilda.
Open the door!
- Tilda! - Now!
Wait!
Move. Go on. Move it!
- Over there! - Tilda, look to Herta.
Sit down.
- What are you doing, Schulz? - Enough of the act, Lessing.
Though I have to admit you played it well.
Had us all fooled into thinking you were
just a pathetic, cuckolded yes-man.
Stay where you are!
Fidelio.
Yes.
I'm Fidelio.
For the time being.
But if you shoot me, another will take over.
- And another. - Yes.
Because there will always be disloyal, entitled shits
who need to be taught a lesson.
No. Because there will always be men
who cannot bear to see their country
and their fellow countrymen brutalized anymore.
Stay where you are!
Looks like you're going to shoot me whether I move or not.
- Robert, I beg of you. Don't. - Hannie.
Begging for mercy, just like your father.
You?
You killed him?
Let go.
HANNIE STRAINS
LESSING GROANS
Albrecht! Oh Jesus. Oh God.
I'm so sorry. What have I done?
Asking for forgiveness at the deathbed.
How touching.
Hannie...
Father, godfather, husband.
But your brother...
now that's one member of your family
I really would like to kill.
SCHULZ CLEARS THROAT
Put that thing down, Hannie.
This is a man's game. You need balls.
In case you didn't notice, you've got none.
SCHULZ SPLUTTERS
True,
I don't.
SCHULZ GROANS
HE MOANS
You neither anymore.
SCHULZ GROANS
That's for that poor woman in La Rochelle.
GROANS AND MOANS
SCHULZ CHOKES
If there wasn't a child in the house now,
I'd let you roar yourself to death.
But you need to keep quiet.
SHOT FIRES
LESSING PANTS
Operator.
SS, Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse, please.
Hannie, no.
I'll put you through.
Trust me, my dearest.
Sir?
Your brother-in-law, he's been reported under arrest in Naples.
Bad news.
So he failed his mission.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Go to Zossen airfield.
Inform them I won't be coming.
And I won't be able to present your model to the Führer.
Maybe it's best you return it to your department.
So Schulz came here and,
using his affair with you, tried to blackmail your husband.
Mrs. Lessing.
You're a woman of the world,
and of commendable steel, I can see,
so I'll be frank.
Why on earth should I believe such a story?
When we first met, I got the impression
that you had concerns about Lieutenant General Werner.
That's right. Yes. But I don't understand.
So you would take seriously the systematic abduction,
rape and attempted impregnation
of girls as young as 12 and 13, German girls for that matter,
done under the guise of an official scheme,
in the name of the German people?
Most seriously.
By senior SS officers.
Like your superior Tobias Werner.
What do you know?
I'll give you an address,
and you best go there immediately.
I will describe to you what you will find there.
It is a remote estate,
difficult to find.
- Over there. - Nobody can hear you.
- Look in there. - Aye, sir.
- Take him away. - Get up. Move it.
Are you nuts? Don't you know who I am?
You'll regret this, I swear!
Excuse me, what are you doing here?
- What's going on? - You're under arrest. Come.
Let go of me.
- I can explain. - Take her away.
SMASHES
So?
Wehrmacht transporter heading North
from the Piazza Bagnoli in two hours.
They're going to give us a ride. We should get going.
Sir?
Did you hear me?
He's been writing since you left.
Take this.
And this.
Take both items to Ehrenberg when you get back to Germany.
He'll know what to do.
Aren't you coming?
I've reported myself in a traitor.
They'll hang me if I go back.
So you'll wait for the Americans?
I'm wanted for murder by them.
A lot of trouble for a decent guy.
War robs us of our decency, Cremer.
Try to hang on to yours.
I'm going to stay here awhile and think.
- Is that a good idea? - LAUGHS
Do you have a better one?
Go. Both of you.
Yes, sir.
Take care, sir.
Tickets. Money.
Tomorrow you'll fly to Lisbon.
Friday by boat plane to Brazil.
Please don't spend it all on the tables of Estoril
or on champagne.
The money must last until the first delivery arrives.
Fifty kilos of gold.
I love gold.
What do you take me for?
And the last loose end?
Klaus Hoffmann?
My Italian connections have that in hand.
SOMEONE KNOCKS
Lieutenant General Werner's in the special room.
You must excuse me.
I must talk about a very serious matter
with an old colleague.
What about my husband?
There is a limit to the Lord's mercy.
Where you are going...
you won't require a husband.
I couldn't get him to change his mind.
And tomorrow I must go.
But they'll send me to the camps.
They'll castrate me.
They'll do experiments on me.
That's what they said.
And I promised I'd see they hurt you no more.
We loved each other.
Gustav.
It was a special kind of love.
Kiss me.
Kiss me one last time.
So long,
my most beloved person.
FOOTSTEPS RETREAT
- We meet again. - Do you mind if I...
Be my guest.
Luckies.
What brought you back to Italy?
US Army.
We are the advance guard.
The Mafia,
the Camorra.
Made a load of us gangsters officers.
How do you like that? Hm?
The Yanks like us after all.
Who knew?
I guess we hate fascists because Mussolini got rid of us.
And we hate communists
because they're bad for business.
And we're good, God-fearing Catholic boys,
so we do what the priests tell us.
Well, most of the time.
The Yanks, they don't like us so much
to want us to stay in their country.
They think they are exporting their garbage business.
All they're doing is expanding ours.
Stupid, eh?
But we're not going to argue.
So you're here as the hand of American justice?
Nuh-uh.
No.
You know what you are, my friend?
You are a regular Jesus Christ.
You might be preaching the word of the Lord,
for all I know,
but you manage to piss off all the wrong people,
just like he did.
His enemies, the Romans, his own side, the Pharisees.
Sure, he had a few pals, but who were they?
Some dumbass fishermen.
LAUGHS
So my friends of the SS sent you?
And I thought you hated fascists.
Well...
I do.
KNIFE SLICES
But business is business, my friend.
Nothing personal. Hm?
GROANS
Shh.
It's okay.
HOFFMANN GROANS
In here, please.
GROANS
Dear Hannie,
do you remember our vacation in Italy?
The boys from the village had been waiting for me once more.
And I came to you. There was dirt on my face,
my shirt was torn from where they'd thrown me to the ground.
You saw I struggled to hold back the tears.
And you said, "We're Hoffmanns.
We don't let injustice pass."
And you went down to the shore with me,
and you said to those Italian boys,
"A race to settle this."
They laughed.
The blonde girl and her crying little brother.
A little jolly boat against their Amazon.
CHOKES
Of course they laughed.
And you beat them.
You humbled them.
You did not let injustice pass, Hannie.
You are the last,
but the best of us Hoffmanns.
You'll beat them again.
EXHALES