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such letters from the relatives of...

unfortunates with incurable handicaps,

requesting his special permission

to ease their suffering.

- Hm.

- Which is where you come in.

- Me?

- We need a paper from you, Halder,

arguing, along the same

lines as you do in your novel,

the case for an enlightened approach to

mercy death on the grounds of humanity.

That's why you asked me here?

Why else?

I'm hardly an expert.

My mother has been

chronically ill. Tuberculosis.

Yes. Well, the Fhrer himself

said it was written from the heart.

- Dr Goebbels was also very impressed.

- Huh.

In fact, he thought it might make an excellent

basis for a motion picture on this theme.

Ah.

As for myself, I was very impressed

by the humanity of your writing.

Thank you.

So, that's really all

you want from me, a paper?

You will, of course, be

very well paid for your work.

But more than that, your

participation would be, for me,

a guarantee that the question

of humanity remains...

central to our whole approach.

Uh-huh. Yes.

I could perhaps draft

something out by next week.

Excellent. Er, just one more thing.

Before inviting you here we did, of

course, examine your record very thoroughly.

Er, front-line service in 1918,

your work at the university...

Everything... more or less in order.

Except for one oversight.

You never joined the Party.

I did discuss it, on several occasions,

with my father-in -law, Dr Brunau.

He's a prominent member

i- i-in our district.

But at the time...

You see... I've already

mentioned my mother's illness...

And my life was a little...

complicated.

I feel such an idiot. Ineeded to

talk to you, but you'd already left,

so I thought, "Why not come

here? You wouldn't mind. "

- The tram took forever and I started

thinking... - Give us your wet things.

..."I can't just turn up

uninvited at this hour. "

You probably didn't even

know I had your address.

So, I started walking up and down the road

trying to decide what to do and then...

Well, now that you're here...

Do sit down.

Oh.

Sorry.

There you are.

I'm sorry it's such a disaster.

Er...

We'd get a maid... if

we could afford one.

I'll just dry these here.

Maybe if that book of

mine ever gets published.

Want something to warm you up?

We should have a bottle of

sherry around here... somewhere.

Unless my father-in-law's

polished it off.

- I'm afraid we only have brandy.

- Yes, please.

My wife's gone to bed.

That's not to say it's late.

She-she... She likes

to go to bed early.

Catch up on her reading.

- Too much?

- Uh-uh.

Right.

Mm. Ah!

I've been thinking about what you said

about finding something to believe in.

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