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- You're not coming down?

- No.

- All right, let me in for a minute.

- No! I mean...

I'm... I'm working.

Jesus!

- You all right?

- Why shouldn't I be?

Well, you're here and Helen's... more

than usually abstract, shall we say?

My couch is free.

You know I can't afford you.

But you can afford the

rent on a bachelor flat?

Well, that depends if I ever get

to finish this paper I'm writing.

All right.

I know where I'm not wanted.

Maurice...

We'll get together when things have

calmed down a little. I promise.

Don't do me any favours.

I'd like you to meet Anne.

Delighted, Frau Professor, delighted.

- Oh no, we're not... Anne and I...

- What a wonderful place for a party.

- Freddie.

- Cheers.

John here is working on a secret assignment

for the Chancellery of the Fhrer.

It's a... brief paper that...

that had to be drafted.

I teach at the university.

Then you must know Theodore.

Of course.

Once it would have given me great satisfaction

to see you at a gathering such as this.

But accepting your duties as a National Socialist

is no excuse for shirking them as a husband!

I worry for the movement when it

embraces men of such moral weakness.

Ishould explain. Doctor

Brunau is my father-in -law.

- My wife and I are separated. - To think

you abandoned Helen for this whore.

There's no need to bring Anne

into it. The fault is mine.

If you'll excuse us. Anne?

Why should we leave? You're

not the one who's drunk.

- Bastard!

- Where do you think you're going?

Elisabeth, darling, would you mind

taking care of Anne for a few moments?

Ineed to have a quiet word with John.

- You don't have any children, do you?

- Not yet.

No, you're much too young.

If I have to listen to

one more proud mother

gushing about the orienteering

prize the little horse won at camp...

- I'm sorry... - I don't know

about you, I could do with a drink.

No need to apologise. If you're in with

us, John, the old rules no longer apply.

Himmler...

He might look like a bank manager, but

you've got to give the man one thing -

very advanced views on sex.

He wants us to go out, he wants us to

knock up girls left, right and centre

so that they can... donate

a child to the Fhrer.

- Well, it's our patriotic duty,

for God's sake. -

So long as it's the right sort of girl, that is.

Not that you've got any problems on that score.

She looks like a bloody Rhinemaiden.

She does, doesn't she?

Really, mother!

- I'm unpacking. No... - It's not time

to unpack. We haven't left yet.

But I've only just arrived.

No, Mother. You woke up

here this morning, remember?

You've been here a long time

and now you're going home.

The house is on fire.

The house isn't...

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