The Good German Page #5

from South Street.

That's funny. I haven't met a DA yet

that could resist a murder.

Nothing better for a prosecutor

than a criminal with a sense of history.

Everything got written down.

Who they killed and what it cost.

Meticulous record keepers.

--forces from the west are poised

to strike the final blows upon Japan.

This military power is sustained

and inspired by the determination...

... of all the Allied nations

to prosecute the war against Japan...

-... until she ceases to exist.

-It looks like you're putting...

-... the whole country on trial.

-These are just the active cases.

The rest are kept under

lock and key at Kransberg.

They want me to decide

who the ardent Nazis were.

Truth is, it was the whole country.

Nobody's hands are clean.

Twenty-hour days

just to get my arms around it.

So, what's the murder

you wanted to tell me about?

What, Gunther?

He used to be a cop here in Berlin.

Don't worry, he doesn't

speak a word of English.

My driver, a kid named Tully,

turned up dead in Potsdam.

Potsdam? Potsdam's closed

for the conference.

Whoever wanted him dead

had access to the delegations.

-That's somebody high up.

-Why haven't I heard about it?

Muller didn't want you to.

He ordered me to leave it alone.

Nobody around here's

acting like the war is over.

Not the Russians. Not the MG.

-What's your angle?

-Why should I have an angle?

It just doesn't sound like you.

You came home, all you talked about

was what a great lay your secretary was.

-Stringer.

-Stringer. Sorry.

A bullet through the chest, in the river.

It's like it never happened.

Isn't that what we fought a war about?

Even a louse like Tully?

Okay.

Okay.

What?

The Russians will have to do

a police report. Can you get me a copy?

This guy drove one of the gas vans.

They would load the Jews in back,

run the exhaust inside.

By the time they got where they were

going, they were dead. Very efficient.

Driving to work he killed more people

than Al Capone in all his years.

But if you asked him,

he isn't a murderer, he's a truck driver.

And he still thinks that.

Thanks, Bernie. I owe you one.

Thank you, Danny.

I can't be out after curfew.

Would you walk with me?

You live here with someone?

Big man.

You want two girls?

You know a girl named Lena?

Who told you about Lena?

I'm not trying to get something

for nothing.

Aren't you going to offer me

a cigarette?

I didn't see her at the club.

Skinny Lena.

A big Yank in the saddle,

you'd break her in two.

Can I look in your bedroom?

Come. F*** me, Dutch.

The princess,

who knows where she is?

Lena was raped by the Russians.

You'll get yourself a good dose.

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