Central Studio of Children and Youth Films
named after M. Gorky
By commission of State Committee of the USSR Council of Ministers
on Television and Radio Broadcasting
SEVENTEEN MOMENTS OF SPRING
PART 6
Starring
Stirlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV
Pastor Schlagg - Rostislav PLYATT Kathe - Yekaterina GRADOVA
Gabi Nabel - Svetlana SVETLICHNAYA Frau Zaurich - Emiliya MILTON
Schellenberg - Oleg TABAKOV Mueller - Leonid BRONEVOY
Rolf - Alexei SAFONOV
Insurance agent - Victor SHCHEGLOV
Narrated by Yefim KOPELYAN
Good evening, pastor.
Sorry, I'm so late. Have you been sleeping?
Good evening. I've been sleeping, but never mind.
- Sorry again. - I've forgiven you. Come in.
I'll just put on the light there.
This way.
Has anything happened?
It has.
This way.
- Thank you. Where can I sit? - Here.
Pastor, who has been living with you for the past few days?
What's this? An interrogation?
No.
- So it means, I may not answer? - You must answer.
What if I refuse?
- You won't. - Why?
When you answer, I'll explain to you why.
One man has been living with me.
- Who is he? - I don't know.
- Did he tell you his name? - No.
Did you ask him?
No, I didn't. He begged for shelter.
He was in poor shape. I couldn't turn him out.
That's good that you are lying to me so confidently.
He told you he was a Marxist. You argued with him as with a communist.
He's not a communist, Pastor, and has never been one.
He's my agent, and he's a Gestapo provocateur.
I see...
I talked with him as with a human.
I don't care whether he's a communist or your agent.
He begged to rescue him, so I couldn't refuse him.
You couldn't refuse him.
And you don't care whether he's a communist or a Gestapo agent.
And what if concrete people go to the gallows,
because you care for some abstraction. Is that important to you?
Definitely.
That's important to me.
And to be still more concrete,
the first ones to go to the gallows will be your sister and her kids -
is that important to you?
It's ultimate evil.
But to say that you don't care who's in front of you -
a communist or a Gestapo agent - is by far a bigger evil.
And this kind of evil is dogmatic, therefore exceptionally dreadful.
Sit down and listen to me.
Your conversation with my agent was taped.
No, it's his work, not mine.
I don't know what's happened to him. He sent me a strange letter.
And besides, they won't believe him without the tape, which I destroyed.
As for your sister,
she'll be arrested as soon as you cross the border of Switzerland.
But I don't intend to cross the border of Switzerland.
You shall cross it.
And I'll see to it that your sister is out of danger.
You're like a were-wolf.
It's hard to trust you. You're so many-faced.
You have no choice, so trust me.
You will cross the border of Switzerland
to save your relatives, won't you?
I will.
I'll go there to save their lives.
Why don't you ask what you are to do in Switzerland?
If I ask you to blow up a kirch, you will refuse to go, right?
You're a smart man, and, no doubt, you've calculated what's in my power,
and what's beyond me.
Right. Are you sorry for Germany?
I'm sorry for the Germans.
Okay.
Do you think that the urgent peace is a way out for the Germans?
It's a way out for Germany.
That's sophistry, Pastor.
It's a way out for the Germans, for Germany, for mankind.
We don't fear death. We've had our day.
And besides, we are just lonely aging men.
And what about kids?
I'm listening to you.
What names can you give
of your old friends you know from the anti-war movement?
The dictatorship needs pacifists?
No, the dictatorship doesn't need any pacifists.
They're needed by those who can sensibly evaluate the moment, realizing
that every day of war brings new victims and senseless ones.
Will Hitler enter into negotiations?
Hitler won't enter into negotiations, there're other people...
who will.
But it's a premature talk.
First I need to have guarantees that there you'll contact the people,
who'll help you enter into negotiations
with the envoys of western states.
Who can help you do it?
Will the figure of the President of the Swiss Republic suit you?
No. That's not it. These are official channels. It's not serious.
I'm interested in the clergy who carry weight in the world.
The clergy,
all of them, carry weight in this world.
I have many friends there. I...
On my part it would be naive to give promises,
but I hope I'll manage to discuss this question with influential people.
Let's take the former Minister Krauze.
The West respects him.
However, I'll be asked there whom I represent.
The Germans.
If they ask you who exactly will conduct negotiations,
you ask them who exactly will conduct them on behalf of the West.
- It's via the contacts, I'll give you. - Via what?
We'll discuss all the details later.
Now it's important to reach a principal agreement.
And where's the guarantee that my sister and her kids
won't go to the gallows?
Haven't I released you from jail?
Yes, you have.
Do you think it was easy?
I don't think it was.
What do you think, having in my hands the tape
of your talk with the provocateur, where you're criticizing the Fuhrer,
could I send you to the stove?
Absolutely.
So you've got my answer.
Your sister will be safe as long as
you do what the duty of a man
mourning the Germans, old people and kids orders you to do.
Is it a threat?
No, just a warning.
If you act in a different way,
I'll be powerless to save your sister.
When should it all happen?
As soon as it's needed.
And when can it be needed?
Soon. And the final thing.
If anybody asks you about our conversation...
I'm not going to say a word.
I want to believe you.
Which of the two of us
is risking more now?
And what do you think?
I guess, you're risking more.
Right.
Are you sincere in your desire to find peace for the Germans?
I am.
Have you had this brainwave to grant peace to people quite recently?
What can I say...
It's hard to be honest to the end, Pastor.
And the more honest my answer is,
the bigger liar I may appear to you.
This mission...
of mine.
What precisely am I supposed to do?
I can't steal documents or shoot from round the corner.
Firstly, it doesn't take long to learn it.
And secondly, I don't ask you to shoot from round the corner.
Your contacts may come in handy.
You'll tell your friends
that Himmler, via a certain envoy of his,
I'll give the name later,
is provoking the West.
You will explain to them that this man of Himmler's
can't desire peace.
You'll prove to them that this man is a provocateur,
lacking weight even in the SS.
You'll explain to them that it's notjust silly but ridiculous
to go into negotiations with this man.
You'll stress once again, that's it's sheer madness
to enter into negotiations with the SS, with Himmler.
You will say to your friends
that they need to go into negotiations with other people.
And you will give them
the names of influential,
honest and daring people.
But all in good time.
We're going to talk about it later.
Is there anybody else in the house apart from the servants?
No servants either.
My sister and her kids went away to our relatives in the country.
- Can I check the house? - Welcome.
03.08.1945 (19 hours 10 minutes)
- Good evening, Mister Bolzen. - Good evening.
Your cigarettes.
Here you go.
A bottle of champagne here, please.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
I'm listening to you.
Good evening, Doctor Bolzen.
Good evening, Frau Zaurich.
Frau Zaurich, I have an idea.
Yes? I will go and fetch chess.
No, don't do it, please.
You see, I have
some ham at home.
- What do you have? - Some excellent ham.
- You're kidding. - I am not.
And I want to invite you to my place
for this ham.
Oh, my...
- And what about Gabi? - Is Gabi here today?
Oh, my... Gabi!
Gabi, come here.
We're going to Mr. Bolzen's place for dinner.
I'm waiting for you in the car.
That's great.
That's great, Gabi, right?
And now I'll play a different piece.
Dedication, by Schumann.
Okay, I'll play it now.
Such a wonderful evening we're having!
Right.
Gabi.
How I wish I could one day
do something nice for you, Mr. Bolzen.
Then tell me my fortune.
Your fortune?
What would you like to know?
Well, let's say...
when will the war end?
It's already over.
Really?
In a sense, yes.
If we'd realized it sooner,
it would've been better for us all.
And don't you think so?
At any rate I didn't say it to you.
I'd better play for you, and you dance.
Haven't seen people dance for so long.
I'm ready.
I often ask myself
why you're so gentle with Frau Zaurich?
She says that you remind her of her elder son.
Maybe she reminds you of your mother?
Then why?
It's just that out of all humans living on earth
I like old people and kids best of all.
I see. I don't belong to either group.
No, Gabi.
03. 10. 1945 (09 hours 45 minutes)
Duty Doctor.
If she asks you to call somewhere or send a note,
call me right away
at work, at home, it doesn't matter, and any time.
And if she has any visitors,
call this number.
It's within 3 minutes from you.
And under any pretext hold up this visitor.
Just under any.
Good morning, Frau Kien.
How are things? How's the little one?
Thank you.
He started to cry.
So I relaxed.
I was scared that since I was shell-shocked, something
might be wrong with his voice.
But the doctors examined him, and there's nothing wrong.
Thank God.
Poor kids.
So much suffering for babies just entering this world,
this tough world.
- And I have news for you. - Good one?
In our time all news is bad,
but for you, it's sooner good than bad news.
Thank you very much, I'll never forget your kindness.
That's OK. Tell me, how's your head?
Better.
Anyway, I don't feel so giddy
and I don't have those exhaustive fits of sickness.
Those are the symptoms of concussion.
Right.
But for my mane, the boy might've never been born.
This mane cushioned the blow of that metal beam.
Come on, why a mane? You have fabulous hair.
I admired it so much during my first visitation.
Did you use any special shampoos?
Yes, I did.
My uncle sent me from Sweden
Iranian henna and first-class American shampoos.
By the way, about your uncle. Does he have a telephone in Stockholm?
I really don't remember. It seems, my husband didn't call there.
Our company will arrange a telephone talk with your uncle
as soon as the doctors permit you to get up.
Those Swedish neutrals roll in money,
and he's obliged to help you.
You'll let him hear in the receiver how the baby is crying,
and he'll melt.
And now listen to this.
I arranged it with the executives of our firm.
We'll make our first payment
one of these days, without double- checking the sum of your insurance.
But on the condition you give us the names of two collaterals.
Of who?
Of two people
who could guarantee...
I'm sorry, I'm just a clerk, don't get mad at me.
Who could guarantee your honesty.
Once again I beg you to understand me correctly.
Who on earth can guarantee this?
Don't you have any friends?
Such friends?
I don't think so.
Okay, do you have any people you know?
People, who could confirm that they knew your husband.
Know.
Is he alive?
Yes, he is.
Where is he then?
Has he been here?
No. He's in the hospital.
I believe that he's alive.
I searched for him.
- In all hospitals? - Right.
And in military ones, too?
Why do you think he might be in a military hospital?
He's a war invalid, an officer, isn't he?
He was unconscious, and he could be taken to any military hospital.
Now I don't worry about you.
You're thinking quite clearly and definitely getting better.
Very soon you'll need to go out, the boy needs fresh air.
In our time fresh air is the best remedy.
Meanwhile give me the names of some of your friends,
your husband's friends.
Sir, try to speak to
the retired general Fritz Nusch.
He lives in Ransdorf.
He's my husband's old acquaintance.
I pray to God that he would
remain kind to us.
Fritz Nusch. Ransdorf. Do you remember the name of the street?
No, I don't.
They may refuse to give a general's address in the address bureau.
He's very old, he's not any longer in the army, he's over 80.
And what about his head?
What do you mean?
I'm afraid, maybe, he's sclerotic.
These geezers are the cause of all the harm in the world.
Oh, come on, sir,
the general is so kind.
Okay, who else?
Try...
to contact Frau...
Aihelbrenner.
She lives in Potsdam.
Kmellitse Street, in her own house.
Thank you. That's already something.
I'll try to make these people your collaterals.
And one more thing.
Your concierge
identified two of the bags they found as yours.
Yes, tomorrow in the morning I'll come here together with him,
and we'll open these bags in his and in your doctor's presence.
Maybe, you'll give instructions right on the spot.
I'll exchange the unnecessary stuff for the things for our little one.
Thank you.
God will repay your kindness.
God never forgets kind deeds.
- Are you a Lutheran? - No, I'm not.
My family has always belonged to the Catholic church...
And I'm a Lutheran. But it doesn't matter.
What matters is to have God in your soul.
And, finally, the last thing.
Please, sign this request
to make the first payment to you right away.
Here, please.
Thank you.
I wish you a quick recovery.
And kiss your giant for me.
This was Erwin's bag.
He could recognize it out of a thousand. The radio transmitter was kept in it.
Stirlitz didn't know why he went after these people.
He didn't know what his next move would be.
He didn't know that in the lab Kathe's fingerprints had been found
not only on the outer side of he bag.
Her fingerprints were found on the frequency panel,
and on the black ebonite earphones.
Put it over there.
Top secret.
Personal file on Jurgenn Rolf,
SS Sturmbanfuhrer (4th Depart. Of the Reich Security)
Reference on Jurgenn Rolf, Nazi Party member since 1934.
SS Sturmbanfuhrer.
A true Aryan. Of Nordic character, brave.
Maintains good relations with his colleagues.
Irreproachable in performing his duty.
Merciless towards the Reich's enemies.
An excellent athlete. An excellent family man.
No discrediting liaisons.
Holder of the Reichsfuhrer's decorations.
You're what, getting ready to evacuate?
No, it's a radio transmitter.
Collecting them? And where's the owner?
It's a lady-owner.
You may go.
I think, the owner is dead.
And the lady-owner is in the hospital with a newly born baby.
A newly born baby would be the last straw for us.
Besides, this bitch is off her head.
What are you going to do? You can't question her. Not in this condition.
As for me, I think it's the most suitable condition for questioning.
And we usually drag it out, wait for God knows what.
The chief blockhead from the department showed her a photo of the bags.
Asked if she could identify her belongings.
She won't escape.
Her baby is there, and no visitors are allowed into the children's section.
I don't think she can run away and abandon her baby.
However...
God only knows.
I decided to bring her here today.
Sounds reasonable. Did you put guards there?
We need to keep an eye on possible contacts.
We put our nurse there and replaced the janitor by our man.
Why then bring her here?
You'll spoil the whole game. What if she starts seeking contact?
I'm in two minds myself. I'm afraid she'll come to her senses.
You know those Russians, don't you?
You need to take them while they're lax and weak.
Why do you think she's Russian?
That's what brought it all about.
While in labor, she yelled in Russian.
And where is she now?
In the <> clinic. So it'll take just 10 minutes to bring her here.
Grab her quickly.
Though... we can spoil the whole game.
And it can be an interesting game, if she starts seeking contacts.
You think their people are not combing all the hospitals for her?
As for this option, we haven't checked it yet.
I'm giving it to you. Not too late to start working on it now.
See you. Good luck.
It's an interesting case.
Very interesting. The main thing is not to rush it.
Don't report to the big bosses, they'll force you to rush it.
Okay. Why did I come to you?
What a sclerotic idiot I've become. I wanted to ask you for a sedative.
Everybody knows you have effective Swedish soporific.
That's true.
It's the last phrase, that's normally remembered.
Stirlitz deduced it for himself like a mathematical proof.
It's important how you go into the conversation you need,
and the art of going out of it is by far more important.
Now, if Rolf was asked who came to him and why,
he would be sure to answer that it was Stirlitz, who came to him
and asked for a Swedish sedative.
Rolf supplied half of the department with sedatives.
His uncle was a chemist.
Brigadefuhrer, I'd better pretend sick, but I'm really sick,
and take 10 days off to go to a sanatorium, or I'll crack.
What's happened? What's wrong with you?
Don't panic, but I think we're all under Mueller's watchful eye.
What's happened?
Yesterday this idiotic incident with tailing on Friedrichstrasse,
today - something even worse.
They find a Russian with a transmitter, who's apparently been very active.
I've been hunting for this transmitter for 8 months,
but God knows why the case has been handed to Rolf,
who knows of radio games as much as a rabbit of geometry.
No. Don't do it.
It'll start the usual fight between the intelligence and counter-espionage.
Give me your sanction.
I'll go and bring this Russian to us and conduct the first interrogation.
Maybe, it's self-delusion, but I'll do it better than Rolf.
Then it'll be okay to hand her over to him.
For me it's business that comes first, not ambitions.
Go, and I'll call the Reichsfuhrer.
Maybe, it's better to go to him? I hate these under-carpet games...
Go and do what you're supposed to do.
And then we'll talk about the pastor. We'll need him in 2-3 days.
- I can't do two things at a time. - Yes, you can.
A secret agent either gives in at once or doesn't give in at all,
except for some rare cases when Mueller's thugs
apply their special methods.
The picture will become clear in the first 2-3 hours.
If she doesn't speak,
we'll hand her over to Mueller and let them be up against it.
But if she does, it'll be to our credit and we'll get the better of Mueller.
Go.
03.10.1945 (14 hours 20 minutes)
- Bring Frau Kien's clothes, please. - Okay.
And you see to it there's nobody in the hallway.
Frau Kien, get ready.
You've lost the game.
A secret agent must know how to lose with dignity.
I know you'll be denying everything, but it's silly.
We've intercepted your 40 coded radio messages.
Now they'll bring you your clothes and you'll go with me.
I guarantee life to you and to your child,
if you agree to cooperate with us.
If you show no will to cooperate I can't guarantee you anything.
Will you get out while I'm getting dressed?
I'll turn away
and go on speaking, and you will be thinking what to answer me.
I'm not going to answer you anything.
I have nothing to answer.
Actually, I don't get what's going on. I'm too weak.
I think it's a mistake, and it'll be soon cleared up.
My husband is an officer,
a war invalid. 1
Come on, we have your transmitter.
And your messages. They've been deciphered.
This is evidence, which you can not deny.
From you we require just one thing - your consent
to cooperate with us.
And I strongly advise you
to agree to my proposal.
And, firstly,
to tell us all you know.
No matter how little you know.
And, secondly,
to accept my offer
and promptly, within these 2-3 days,
start working for us.
Stirlitz spoke abruptly, distinctly and loudly,
so that those who might listen to him
could hear him well.
He tried to give Kathe a hint that main things would be said later.
He saw that Kathe understood it and waited.
But to say what was to determine their next moves,
to say it now, Stirlitz could not.
Nor in the car did he feel like talking about it.
God knows why he got scared that
his car had been bugged.
So he would have a chance to say the key words only in the hallway.
He'd have about 2minutes, he calculated it while going here, to the ward.
The baby is ready.
It's hard for you to carry the baby, I can carry him into the car.
That's OK, Frau Kien will carry the baby herself.
All right.
And you see to it there are no patients in the hallway.
Listen to me, my girl, listen very carefully.
They are going to give you information for the center.
Bargain, demand guarantees, demand that the baby be with you.
Give in when it comes to the baby.
They might be recording us, so stick to this scenario when I question you.
You don't know the cipher. Our messages haven't been deciphered.
Erwin was the decipher. And you are just a radio operator.
And I will take care of the rest.
Erwin went to meet the resident in the area of Kainstrasse and Ransdorf.
But who he is, you don't know. Say: A Foreign Office man came to Erwin.
In the car I'll show you his photo. Got it?
This man from the Foreign Office
was the Eastern department councilor Haintz Kortner.
He was killed in a car crash a week ago.
It was a false lead.
Checking on this lead, the Gestapo would inevitably lose 10-15 days.
And now even one day counted.
Here you are.
Take the prisoner to room 15.
I'll be questioning her there.
The prisoner - to room 15.
Come in.
In two hours Rolf would be reporting to Mueller
that the Russian radio operator disappeared from the clinic.
Two departments of the local police would be put on high alert.
The nurse on duty and the ward nurse would be arrested.
And in another hour Schellenberg would call Mueller.
Hi, buddy.
Good evening.
Excuse me. Hold on, please.
It's important that trying to find you, they'll have to come to me.
It's the second point.
Yes, I'm listening to you.
Stirlitz has a surprise for us all.
He brought the Russian radio operator, who agreed to work for us.
Mueller knew that.
He'd been sweating for already 90 minutes comparing
the transcript of the first interrogation of the Russian radio girl to the tape
that his service, which was in constant rivalry
with Schellenberg's department, had obtained.
The Reichsfuhrer congratulated him on this success.
In fact, Stirlitz was laying all on the line.
He realized that the cipher had not been cracked yet.
It was practically impossible to crack it,
as it was his personal code and the Gestapo had no key to it.
The messages sent to Stirlitz from the Center had another key,
which the radio operator might not know.
It was the decipherer's responsibility,
who kept quiet because he was buried under the ruins of the house.
At the interrogation he and Kathe played their parts well.
However, Stirlitz kept on asking himself,
if he had a right to bring Kathe here, to prison,
Katherine Kien,
Katya Kozlova?
Yes, he could've taken her to Babelsberg,
could've found her an apartment and provided her with a new ID.
That would've meant that by saving Kathe's life
he had deliberately doomed to failure the operation, which
this way or the other could be of consequence for the future of Europe.
He realized that after abducting Kathe from the hospital
all the Gestapo would be raised in general alarm.
And if she managed to escape,
all the tracks would lead to him.
So he, too, would have to go underground.
That was synonymous to failure.
If he were sure that Katya would be under his control all the time
and Mueller wouldn't lay his hands on her,
he wouldn't have been so worried
and wouldn't have asked himself this one question - was he right or not.
He would've placed her in a secret radio-flat under the SS guard.
And when an opportunity turned up he would've arranged for
Kathe and her baby to disappear, and nobody could've tracked her down.
Probably, later he could've arranged for
Kathe and her baby to disappear, and nobody could've tracked her down.
Though even now, regardless of the desperate situation on the front,
and regardless of the huge masses of refugees in the center of the country,
the Gestapo continued to operate very efficiently.
Every other man gave information against his neighbor,
while the latter in his turn pointed his finger at the informant.
Only a very naive person, unfamiliar with the structure
of the German secret police,
could think it was possible to escape in this general chaos.
Don't be mad, it's our common cause, and its the outcome that counts.
Does it really matter who'll be praised and be given a candy?
I don't like sweets.
Let's get back to the tape.
I have to admit,
this Stirlitz is very proficient.
Listen to how well he's coached her.
Needless to repeat to you this textbook truth,
that in Moscow this arrest will mean a verdict to you.
A person, who got to the Gestapo, must die.
And the one, who left the Gestapo alive, is labeled a traitor, right?
That's in the first place.
I'm not going to ask you the names of the agents who remain at large.
That's not so important.
Looking for you, they'll come to me, that's the second point.
And thirdly.
You understand that as a human
and as a Reich officer, I can't but
feel sorry for you.
I realize how much you will suffer
if we're forced to place your baby in an orphanage.
The kid will be deprived of his mother forever.
Get me right, it's not a threat.
Even if I was against doing it, I've got my superiors.
I can't ignore the order, I'm a soldier,
and my country is at war with yours.
And, finally, fourthly.
At one time we received copies of your movies,
shot in Alma-Ata by Moscow film studios.
Germans are depicted as fools in them.
If it's really so, why were we
at the Kremlin gates and on the Volga, if we're such idiots?
You're right.
But now the Red Army troops are at Berlin's gates.
Right.
When we were at the Kremlin gates, you believed you would get to Berlin.
Likewise, we're now convinced we'll soon get back to the Kremlin.
But let's drop it.
I'm telling you this for the only reason
that our decipherers are not that dumb,
and they've cracked much of your cipher.
And our man can replace you as a radio operator.
Your radio operator is ignorant of my hand.
However, in the center they know my hand very well.
Right, but we have your messages recorded on the tape.
We can teach our man your hand
and he'll take your place.
It'll compromise you to the end.
Your homeland will never forgive you, we both know it.
If you act wisely,
I promise you a full alibi before your commanders.
- It's impossible. - You're wrong.
It's quite possible.
Your arrest won't be registered in any of our documents.
You'll settle down in an apartment, where your girl will be comfortable.
- I have a boy. - Sorry.
Later, if you meet your people, you'll tell them
that after your husband's death a man, who gave the password, found you.
I don't know the password.
You do.
But I don't ask for it, it's minor things and romantic games.
You're going to say that the man, who gave the password,
brought you to this flat
and gave you coded messages, which you later sent to the center.
It's an alibi.
In plays and movies about secret agents they normally give time for thinking.
I'm not giving you any, and ask you right away:
Yes or no?
That's the only mistake, he mixed up the baby's sex.
As for the rest - an immaculate job.
Yes.
Can't hear.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes!
Now I can hear you. And no hysterics, please.
You were aware of all the risks, when you agreed to work against us.
Here you go.
I have
one condition.
I'm listening.
After my husband's death...
and after my arrest... I've been out of touch...
with my homeland.
I agree to work for you.
If you can guarantee me that in the future
I'll never get in the hands of my former
superiors.
Lost her consciousness.
Put the prisoner in our prison hospital.
See to it that they treat her with particular courtesy.
It's just nerves, she'll get over it.
Play it again, please.
We can't let her out of our hands. That's for sure.
It'll be utter carelessness and stupidity.
Especially now, when we start this game with the priest.
What d'you think, probably, we needed to secure the Reichsfuhrer's support?
I'm working on it.
And the motives?
A lot of them.
We'll think. I congratulate you, Stirlitz.
We did get the better of Mueller.
That's good, very good.
Stirlitz was watching "The Woman of My Dreams>> for the 6th time.
He hated this movie.
It made him sick to look at Marika Rokk and to listen to this music.
It went without saying, that such things were never taken into account.
This movie theatre was the place where he regularly met
a diplomatic courier named Svenson.
The diplomatic courier Svenson shuttled between Berlin and Stockholm,
at the same time supplying Schellenberg's office with various data.
The information that Stirlitz expected to receive today,
was of utter importance for Schellenberg.
So, today Stirlitz watched "The Woman of My Dreams>> for the 6th time.
And for the 6th time he left, without meeting his agent.
03. 10. 1945 (22 hours 03minutes)
To Entrance 3. To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 6.
To Entrance 3.
To Entrance 6.
To entrance 3.
To the air-raid shelter.
<<I'd better go down to the air-raid shelter, >> - Stirlitz thought.
"Or else they'll get me right here in my own office>>.
Authorized Personnel Only.
It was a government hotline office.
Each of these telephones was directly connected with the Fuhrer's bunker,
as well as with Bormann's Goebbels' and Göring's offices.
- Bormann speaking. - Have you received...
- Bormann speaking. - Have you received my letter?
Who's speaking? Hello?
Who is it? Hello?
I'm listening.
You were supposed to get a letter from a loyal party member.
Yes. Good day.
Where are you? Okay, I see.
They understood each other.
Bormann understood that Stirlitz knew that all his telephone talks were tapped.
It spoke of the fact that the man talking to him
was in the know of the Reich's top secrets.
Stirlitz in his turn made a conclusion
that Bormann understood everything he kept back,
and therefore he felt lucky.
My car license number?
I know. Who'll be driving?
- Does it matter? - Yes, it does.
- One of your chauffeurs... - I know.
He'll be waiting for you tomorrow
where we were supposed to meet earlier, at the time appointed by you.
Today.
Let's make it two and a half hours prior
to the time of previous arrangement.
All right. Hail Hitler.
Hail Hitler.
It was Bormann's car.
Don't ever think of seconds haughtily.
The time will come you'll know this self-evidence.
Like whistling bullets by your head they flee.
Those moments, those moments, those moments.
The moments are pressed into long years.
The moments are pressed into an eon.
And sometimes I cannot even guess
Where the first moment is and where's the last one.
Each moment has a reason of its own,
lts own bells, its own notability,
Distributing to some shameful renown,
To some only infamy, to others - immortality.
Of tiny moments even the rain is made.
The water pours down from heaven in torrents,
And it may take a half-life just to wait
For it to come, your one and only moment.
It comes like a gulp of water in the prime
Of a scorching summer, comes like an atonement.
But don't forget your duty at any time,
From the very first to the very last moment.
Don't ever think of seconds haughtily.
The time will come you'll know this self-evidence:
Like whistling bullets by your head they flee,
Those moments, those moments, those moments.
Those moments...
End of Part 6.