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Halte! L'attaque touche.

Touche Riehl, 2-zero.

En garde.

Ready?

Fence!

Halte! Halte!

L'attaque touche, touche Heydrich, 2-1.

En garde.

Ready?

Fence!

Halte! Halte! Halte!

Christina.

I'm so happy you

asked me to come.

Let me take that.

- Thanks.

- Good trip?

- Birgitta, give me my dance card.

- Sorry.

It's already full, darling.

No it's not.

Not him, Lina,

he's weird.

Steer clear if you

want to stay intact.

Maybe I don't.

My name is Heydrich.

Reinhard.

Write it down.

It's so sad, our country

has become so weak.

Yes, well, it's not going

to change any time soon.

Don't be so sure, there's one

man who could change everything.

If we have to take this any further,

I'd rather you knew my beliefs.

Does it bother you?

No.

Well, you'd absolutely have

to read Hitler's book.

Which book?

Mein Kampf of...

Reinhard, you have so much to learn!

Okay, a lot, a lot to learn.

Do you like the picture?

I love the picture.

You look...

- What?

- Beautiful.

Thank you.

When I was a little girl, I would

imagine that each of these trees

was a sentry watching

over me as I passed by.

I wish you could have

seen it in those days.

We had a party every weekend.

There were vast buffets,

flowers everywhere.

There would be an orchestra

who would play all night.

And when it was

time to go to bed

I would hide under the piano

so my mother couldn't find me.

I wish you could have

seen it in those times.

You've seen my parents.

Well...

No one escapes the crisis.

And they're proud, so they

keep their heads held high.

But I know it grieves them

to think of those lost years.

What I want

more than anything...

is to live that time again.

And one day I will.

Shoulder arms!

To the colors,

present arms!

I've never seen that

woman before, Sir.

Her name is Christina

Wiegel, she lives in Berlin.

She says she met you at

a dance 18 months ago

and that you conducted

intimate relations since.

She says she's visited

you here, several times

where you've taken

advantage of her virtue.

And it was her clear assumption

that you were betrothed to her.

She's a lying b*tch, Sir.

- Calm down, Reinhard.

- How can I calm down, Sir?

This woman... this woman is

trying to ruin my reputation.

You've been summoned

to appear in court.

With immediate effect.

- For a court martial, Sir?

- Yes.

You're a good soldier, Reinhard,

but there is nothing more I

can do to help you on this.

This young woman's father is best

friends with Admiral Raeder in Berlin.

Your Honor, this scurrilous

accusation is nothing but lies.

Yet this is your

signature, is it not?

This young lady did come

and visit you at your request.

But it was never a

serious relationship, Sir.

And Miss Wiegel was

always aware of that.

So, you did have sexual relations

with this young woman?

I ask you again, did you or did you not

have sexual relations with Miss Wiegel?

She was the one who

insisted upon seeing me.

And now, out of nothing but pure

jealousy is trying to ruin my future marriage.

I know you know what I mean.

I know you all know what I mean, none of you,

none of you men would marry a woman like this.

This court does not consider such behavior

befitting an officer of the German Navy.

I pity the man who

has to call you "son".

You're relieved.

No visitors! I said no visitors!

None! None! None!

Open the door!

We need to think

about our future.

She was nothing to me.

What?

She meant nothing to me!

Nothing!

You'll never, ever speak of her, about this again.

Never!

And be a man.

Don't cry.

Pull yourself together.

You want to be

my husband...

you be my husband.

And I mean it.

We will never, ever

talk about this again.

Put some clothes on.

Your future father-in-law

told me a lot about you.

How long have you

been a Party member?

- Two months, Herr Himmler.

- Not long.

- I was in the Navy before that, Sir.

- I know.

- You were disgraced.

- Yes.

That's of little concern to me.

I'm looking for someone to run

the new SS Intelligence Unit.

Its objective is to gain

information on our political enemies.

And expose infiltration by

government agencies and foreign powers.

Tell me, what is your

philosophy on intelligence gathering.

Intelligence is a marriage

of instinct and information, Sir.

Go on.

Intelligence requires

organization and industry.

No one, Herr Himmler, will work harder

than me and no one will be more organized.

Can you prove this?

Your chicken farm.

It makes no money,

am I correct?

It's not your fault,

Herr Himmler.

You have 6 sheds, 70 chickens

in each, but you have foxes...

getting inside, I noticed the holes

along the fence as I arrived.

You're not here enough to insure adequate

maintenance and your farm hand is overweight

and unable to perform

physically demanding work.

For an efficient farm

you need proper up-keep and economies of

scale vastly in excess of what you have now.

See, I could run this farm for you

and I guarantee within six months,

I would give you a

ten-fold increase in profit

and a complete

eradication of fox attacks.

Or I could run your new

SS Intelligence Division.

You could.

So, you're saying he's married to a Nazi

Party member, but he's actually a Communist?

Absolutely, Sir.

- And you can prove this?

- It's confirmed by different sources, Sir.

Excellent, Dormer,

thank you very much.

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