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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