Episode 1 - The Hunt

BBC-podcast on suurin edes koko. Atoppa DNA-altatullisuole postia. Siskana monia. Eikä mitään nää? Ja siis näyttää mulle narhen monat. Niin voi kulta pieni kuin DNA on uusiin liittymin kuluturvallinen nettiselaus. Se ei sitä ihmisiä menimästä se mulla jossiustoille. Kirottua DNA. DNA huoleton on uuden ajan liittymä turvallisella nettiselauksella. BBC-sounds, muistaa radio-podkast. BBC-radio 4. Nuremberg. Tämä on tuli krippi. Z Born from Iwo-passen servietominen, dokumentstä ja parkedin satisfied, keskiishit teki swCallivat vastłości kohti keängelle. Its' Mae 1945, M. Psaminen ja Japanas den ainustaa. M. Semme koika, jokin Jomaniä, 3 4 4 5 44, jokin järjestelmät on seuraavaksi, tai järjestelmät on tosi. Ja järjestelmät on, että se on tullut, joo se on tosi, että on tullut. Episode 1, The Hunt. Jatko! Vaat se ei ole, M. Psaminen ja jatko. Sää on 8 ja se on tullut. 80 kärjestelmät, kärjestelmät? Se on tullut, kuinka kärjestelmät on, että se on tullut. Sää on tullut, jatko jatko. Sää on tullut, sää on tullut. Mä oon tullut, että sää on tullut, että sää on tullut, että sää on tullut. ♪♪ Oh! Puhuutettavasti. Puhuutettavasti. Puhuutettavasti. Tässä on johtaa. Ortaan. Täällä! Ei! Ei! Täällä on hienoa. Täällä on hienoa. Täällä on hienoa. Täällä on hienoa. Täällä on hienoa. 20 kärs. 5 kärs. In this sector alone, Eric. We got a million wounded German citizens. A million and a half prisoners of war. Another million foreign workers shipped into slave for the right. Except now, the fields are empty and the houses are gone. And the factories are blitzed. So it's the roads, just one long stream of people move in both directions. Walking, walking, walking. [music] And where are they all going? Most don't have homes to go back to. No trains, no trans. Not a whole lot of cars. And no telephones, no newspapers, no bags. [music] So everywhere it's people walking along the roads. And somewhere in the middle of all this are the criminals we're after. You know one thing's for sure. Not one of them wants to get lifted by the Ruskies. They're all head and west into our sector. The French sector ordered. The British sector. [music] [door slams] Please, please, von Rippentrop. You come? Hold on, hold on. My father, yes, he's a ribbon truck. von Rippentrop. He's on our list, isn't he? Number four, on list, he's a big one. This boy walks into British field security in Hamburg. Your father is von Rippentrop. His father was some guy with a wine shop, friend of Rippentrop, that's before he marries, gets himself a von and ends up Hitler's foreign minister. Go figure. Sergeant, you're coming with me. Get two more. Stingons, two magazines for a man. It turns out Reich's minister Rippentrop, he's gone scurrying to an old buddy in Hamburg. Said buddy was too scared to have him in his own house. Everyone knows these guys are Europe's most wanted. He sends von Rippentrop to a woman in the suburbs and a attractive brunette with a rooming house. Open up, open up. Yeah, yes? Fraaland, Schuiligön, any unlock, move it, search everywhere. Excuse us, maybe you want to put a few more clothes on? Do you have chocolate? Siegachetten? Someone overhears a wine merchant talking about it, tries to blackmail him. He takes matters into his own hands. Sir, say rupee in a body! He's sitting up in bed, tied right on his lap, and pinken white pajamas. This chat's where all the older gentlemen, the game is up. I congratulate you. You're not exactly who I am. Get on with it then, full body search, quick! Sir, you have this tin taped to his leg. What is this? I have a letter here, most important for Vincent Churchill. The furor instructed me to deliver it personally. It is most urgent. Take me to Montgomery. It's been hiding there for six weeks, so maybe it wasn't such an urgent mission. And it's Winston. Winston Churchill. - Me oon. - Me oon. Welcome to Ashcam as to Rim Drop. Hair, fun, Rebentrop. Uh-huh. Now on your prisoner 31G, 352- I have the fear as personal instructions. We must come together to fight the Bolsheviks. And as he take this prisoner to rank 48, remove wristwatch, belt, shoelaces, suspenders, neckties. He's wearing pajamas, sir. So get the men some fatiks, classics, move it, soldier. And that tin taped to his leg, potassium cyanide. They were all given it. These big Nazis are shooting themselves, hanging themselves, poisoning themselves all over Germany. It's our job to get there first. Sometimes you can't. Himmler, they had onto a rest. They just didn't know. You know who I am? Just a small man with glasses, a bookie, put in an army shirt, and underpants. I am Heinrich Himmler, minister of the interior. I command and see SS. They said about stripping him. The doctor comes in, searches between his toes, under armpits, ears, air, and now his mouth. No. No, sorry. Wider. Please. And he can see something like glass in there. He's got one. Quick. Hold him. We're not going to get him to just sick it up. Get his show. Soldier, stomach, clock. Now. Once you bite on these little beauties, it's good night Vienna. [MUSIC PLAYING] Good bloody riddance. Put a blanket over him, Corporal. More than he ever did for anyone. Yes, we're different, aren't we? Now we got to get his deputy, Ernst Carlton, brooner, chief for the Reichsicker Heights Hotel. That's like the Gestapo in the SS and the whole murder-incorporated gang. He was on the lamb up into the Austrian house. Took a truck with 50 kilos of gold bars, two million Swiss francs, and his mistress Countess Gislevon Westart. She gets birth up there, twins, little Ursula and little Wolfgang. He leaves his new family down in the village, and fourth him go up to this hunting lodge. Snow's 20, 30 feet thick up there. They had two guides and false papers. Like that's going to help a guy who's six foot seven with a doling scarf or a maired of mouth. Counting Intel sends this Harvard guy to track him down. He gets a tip off from the Austrian resistance, but our Harvard, he dresses himself up and laid a hose and entweets. He doesn't want the Alamo up there. No heroic fight to the death. Tells the doughboys to hang back. Marches up to the door, pretends to be a lost hiker. This Harvard's got co-honate. Excuse me. May I come in? I'm lost. But cotton, Booner, he clocks the carbines, glinging through the trees. Runs back inside. Harvard gets out of the line of fire. Hold your fire. Hold. Lomas' weapon's home. But it doesn't take long before they come out. Hands up. Ernst Carlton, Booner. I'm placing you under arrest. No, no, no. I am Dr. Dr. Josef Untavogen. My papers. Please? OK. They found empty champagne bottles, American cigarettes, and in the fireplace, Carlton Bruner's dog tag. I don't know anything about this. I am here, Dr. Untavogen. And he keeps it up all the way back. Even Harvard's starting to wonder, maybe two guys with scarves like that. But news travels fast, and the whole village comes out to see. Ernst, Ernst, you're alive. And I'm including the Countess. Welcome to Ashcan Prisoner 350017. I demand my attention to the Geneva Convention States that are-- Geneva, senior officer. Geneva Fricking Convention. You run the SS. You run the Gestapo. You reckon you can-- I can't take him to his wrong manacy. I shall write to General Eisenhoff, given my regards. Some of them don't even try to hide. Von Papin, the man who made Hitler chancellor, started this whole thing, you could say, was at his family estate eating stew with his grandchildren. Captain, would you maybe like to join us? Hans Franck, governor of Poland, found him hanging round the bus his old holiday home at Bricktisgarden. I kept the diary. Every day in Poland, yeah. You must have it here. 11,000 typed pages. It will show you the Cams in Poland. That was all himla. Promise me you will read it all. I am a man of culture. Yeah, I have this also. He hands in this painting of some broad with a rat. Lady, this an Ermin. Yeah? No? By Leonardo da Vinci. Yeah. If it. See? I am an art lover. But in the van, he takes a razor blade to his wrists, even his throat. Damn. Quick. Get me a turn of kids. Let it is. All right. Got him out of memory. They save him, but not that his left arm is ever working again. I hope in the first news, Ian, for shopper. He crack off. But the emos wanted, newly promoted to number one, he drives right up to our boys. Hey, General. I am Reichsmartschel Hammond Gering. I met your service. General Alexander Patch. He shakes his hand and takes him off for press conference. They ask him how to rebuild Germany, and he says he's the guy to do it. Grunt's got themselves photographed with an own rallyer's shoulders. Hey, me next, Reichsmartschel Hammond, please. Hammond. But when I hear about it. Senior American officers permitted themselves to be photographed shaking hands with a Nazi, whose very name symbolizes all that we have been fighting. This incident, if true, is shocking. I have directed that there be no fraternization. That senior Germans will be given only minimal essential accommodation. So Herman is on his way to us, except another hardball arrives first. My name is Colonel Burton Andrus. Formerly of the 11th cavalry. I have been personally ordered by General Eisenhower to take command of this stockade. He sets off rest of us following taking notes. Those windows. Which windows, sir? All of them glasses of prison as best friend. They got to go, black sick glass and bars. There's over 1600 windows here. As you've counted, requisition materials, fourth width. Bars too. What the? Those shambles, take them down. All of them. Pretty rare. Get me a teleprinder, five type riders, two doctors. You writing this down? Medics? I said, doctors, two of. Kurt. I want two additional watchtowers there and there. Heavy machine guns, floodlights, alarm system camouflage, netting in case of airborne assault. Airports, sir. Who's got a million Nazis out there? Fanatics. You think they want one of Buster guys out? Well, they seem pretty quiet, sir. That's always the first sign. You seen action. Normally, he ride a damn bestow. Good man. No one's going to escape this. This, sir. He's here, sir. Mm. Good smell him. Let's go. Show fruit up to the front door. He strolls right in. I have stayed in this hotel many times. Right blue Luftwaffe uniform, 16 matching suitcases, monogrammed hat box, varnish nails, and a valet. My master requires a suite with at least three. Those off full strip search, all cavities. I am here to see General Eisenhower take me to him immediately. I was out of Hitler's deputy. Second in command of all Jeff. You, butler guy. Yeah, that's right. You. Next block of law. Report for canteen duty. And I thought I told you to get undressed. This is totally out of it. You want me to help? You don't. We found razor blades taped to the souls of their feet, sewn into the seams of their clothes, and always the cyanide, gering has one in the lapel of his uniform. Think of one of those little glass lights that blink on a switchboard. Inside a teaspoon of amber fluid, enough to kill a dozen men like that. But that isn't the only chemical. I think you should see this, sir. What the doxay? Oh, he said the toenails were red, too. It's hard, Jen. A very, very obese man, about 53 years of age, aspiring profusely, short of breath, but not acutely ill. 120 kilograms in weight. 60 pounds looks more. Mark the regular tremor of both hands, flaccid, and generally in very poor physical condition. And he scared. This suitcase. You ever seen so much, sir? Now, I'll go. outside a drugstore. Para Coden says he needs it for his heart. How many do you reckon? We reckon 200 pills a bottle, a good 100 bottles. 20,000 pills? There's he takes 40 a day, 20 in the morning, 20 at night. It's for his heart. Para Coden's what they use in Germany when they can't get morphine. Urssets dope. Shish. We'll get a sample back to the FBI. Who can tell us how to-- [GROANS] The chair, sir. They made a week so they can't become weapons. And 260 pounds, a lot of pounds. No! It'll be the table. That's the wash, Dan. He's not getting another. But the very next day, the phone rings. It's Eisenhower's people, and there's seven kinds of mad. What the hell's going on there, Andris? Sir, I don't-- this Frenchy newspaper man says he's senior so-called prison. We're bringing it up to stand at, sir. Headline. I'm translating. It pays to be a Nazi. What? Jernor happens snooping around the town. Didn't get any answers, so makes it all up. Sure, it's called the grand hotel. So he writes, the prisoners are living like kings. Pampered day and night. They get the same calories per day as the rest of the German population. And then Rusky radio picks it up. Uncle Joe's already paranoid, reckoning we want to cut a deal with the Germans, frees the Kremlin out. So Moscow radio goes ape. It looks like Paris, where Nazis are getting even fatter and more insolent. These notorious war criminals rest in Luxembourg after their sanguinery carnage. Nothing but the finest vines and finest foods will do for them. Servants noiselessly bring delicious wines on silver trays. Do something, Colonel. This is a disaster. We've lost a million men fighting these bastards. And now we're pampering the enemy top brass. This is a total disaster. Malali, get in here. Sergeant at the double. Malali. That was episode one of Nuremberg, written and directed by Jonathan Mayerson, based on contemporary documents, memoirs, and court transcripts. Sound design Adam Woodams. Original score by Metaphore Music. The producer was Nicholas Newton. 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