Alone in Berlin Page #3

I mean,

has Frau Rosenthal been...

- I don't know what you

are talking about, Frau kluge.

Now, if you'll please excuse me.

- I'll take these

five cards, please.

- With stamps?

- No, I, I already have stamps.

Thank you.

- That makes 25 pfennig.

I'll wrap it up

for you right away.

-I need gloves. Thin gloves.

-Sorry, we don't have any.

You might find some..

Let me think.

Maybe you'll find them...

-no, no, it's fine.

Just these. Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Listen, "Hitler's shadow

falls over Europe

"like the devil's shadow.

Pass this card on.

Down with the Hitler regime."

What a scrawl! Even my daughter

writes better than that.

-Oh, yes?

- If you ask me, he is

an incredibly stupid person.

- Someone from the lower classes

who works with their hands.

Perhaps unskilled,

but stupid? No.

- Probably someone

just letting off steam.

Just a flash in the pan.

There is more?

"Mother.

The fuhrer murdered my son.

Mother. The fuhrer

will murder your sons, too."

Where?

- Neue Konigstrasse.

Two weeks ago.

Another office building.

-Filth.

So what do we do now? Report it?

- If we had more men,

it wouldn't be a problem.

We would catch this, uh,

uh, how shall we call him?

"Hobgoblin," in no time.

I'd investigate

everyone in Berlin

who has lost a son

within the last two weeks.

- Why?

- "The fuhrer murdered my son."

There's only one son.

- And?

- We wait.

We collect information.

Put it together.

That is our job.

We're German professionals.

Not amateurs.

- What if he goes on doing it

and no more cards are turned in?

Who knows how long

this has been going on.

- Think what it would be like

to touch

one of these cards

in a public place.

To stand there, to read it.

Knowing somebody

might be watching you

waiting to record your response.

No, whatever our

hobgoblin writes

it's going to end up

here with us.

Let's say... 95 percent.

-I say it's less.

It's a bet?

-So we wait.

We wait for our friend

to make a mistake.

-Good morning.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler!

- So, you're from the Nazi

women's league, my dear Frau?

I'll just have the girl

bring me my purse.

- I'm not here

for a donation, Frau Gehrich.

Definitely not.

- So, what exactly

can I do for you?

-Why aren't you at work?

Didn't you read our arms

industry's calls for help?

-Look at me.

Do I look as if I'm suited

to manual labor?

-Have you ever tried?

- I'm not about

to jeopardize my health.

Anyway, I can always

get a medical certificate.

- Of course you can,

you can buy one for 20 marks

from your personal physician

but that won't help you

in this case.

In this case,

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