Otto. A letter. From Berlin.
Good evening.
Mr. Wollner
Mr. Wirth!
My God! I'm sorry, ... We didn't know when you'd arrive.
Now you do.
You speak English with the girl?
But she speaks German, yes?
Naturally.
What is it, my girl?
My birdie Else... She's dead.
They were here.
Liese, let him out!
I thought you were dead.
Tear it off!