The two Gestapo officials were here to arrest me. The nurse had already left and returned with a clean sheet as they pulled me to my feet, and the three of them proceeded to wrap it around my blooded clothes. Then they led me from the room with a soulful tableau. The nurse relocked the door and went the other way. None of them uttered a word, one last unforgivable sin against my tilty. She was erased from this world without fanfare,
like a death had not occurred. I realized that I was under arrest as they loaded me, still sigh little, into the back of their vehicle and set themselves on either side of me, then motioned to the driver to set off towards Berlin. Who but my damned former colleague Bernheim, would have set me up like this. The first word either of them spoke was when one of them asked me where I lived, and I told him. He instructed the driver to go there, and reaching my apartment, they instructed me to
clean up, change and bring a suitcase of my necessities. It looked as if I was to be away from my home for a while, and at least I was not going to be shot right away in some allie when my case, stone and trunk, I was ushered into the back of the car and we set off once again. As we drove back into Berlin, was formulating my plan to destroy Hitler. I needed to undermine his egomania, his overbearing sense of superiority, and to plant the seed or doubt into his subconscious
and get them to germinate and grow. I would use my old professor Freud's technique simple coersion, by a continuous, subtle delivery of keywords into our conversation that would impinge upon his subconscious without his awareness. In that way, I would soft him enough, slowly converting his sense of strength into one of weakness,
and finally get him onto that slippery downward slope to self destruction. Eventually we arrived at a rye Chauserie and I was taken through the gardens at the back up to a narrow entrance leading down to an underground complex that I was told was the fuer Bunker. It had been Hitler's Berlin headquarters since the beginning of the year. Sounds of Wagner's music drifted up from below as we descended
the narrow stone stairs. When we were deep underground. I suspected I was to meet once more with a man I had avowed to kill in spite of the loyalty I held to my hypocritic oath as a physician. Suddenly we were face to face. My escorts left without a further word. Welcome to the fure bunker home. This is my new home, yours too, so we may at last continue our devapy sessions. The bunker complex was well furnished,
with fine carpets and oil paintings hanging on the walls. Passages led up to other accommodations and facilities, but being below the water table, it was prone to dampness, and the pumping system ran constantly to remove ground order that collected in some tank. As for my host, I saw at once that he was ailing. He was infirm, and his gait was shuffling. He held
his left arm that shook uncontrollably behind his back. His weakness triggered an idea, A twisted use of lessons I've learned from Freud against their therapeutic intent, a subliminal technique. I found you again thanks to our friend Bernheim. You were a great disappointment to me. Doctor continuing to avoid me like that, without warning and leaving no messages when you changed your address, I'm sorry,
I can't tell seeing your unknees. It's best that we're together now. My practice diminished and I moved to a smaller apartment further from the city center. I needed time to myself and to keep in touch with my aging family. It's a difficult times, and certain people must remain at their posts because of my strength. I haven't needed you always, but when I need you, you must be prepared to sort of. We all have moments of weakness, and my mother was sick and failing. Then I found out I could not
liberally in to visitor that I can understand. And now my mother died and I've arranged care back in Sweden for my aging father. Perhaps you started again to look for your former love, the famous and beautiful miss Manlife. I could have strangled him for a moment, I genuinely thought it through. How long can I squeeze before his personal guards burst in? If I was to die, I wanted to be certain that he went with me. Instead, I forced myself to utter the awful truth less than two hours old. She's
dead. I no longer wish to hear her name. Ah, yeah, I see you are looking at his left arm of mine. It shakes. Yeah. You are human, fragile as the rest of us. There is no shame in the weakness of a human body. They tried to assassinate me again. This time they might have succeeded, but once more I had my divine protection, but those around me perished. They have been trying to kill me since nineteen thirty two and have never succeeded. I shall never succeed.
I shall kill myself before any of them shall do so. To understand me, doctor, I knew then that my task to destroy Hitler would be easier once he had voiced the possibility of his own suicide. Of course, mine fere I had seven thousand arrested after last July Treason's bombing attempt on my life. Seven thousand, almost five thousand of them have now been executed. That's how I deal with treachery and betrayal. Doctor. Surely not all of those
can have been guilty. Of course they be guilty. If I say they be guilty, they be guilty. You're right, I'm pure. The more they betray you, the more adamant you must read to destroy them even to the last man. You see him. Now you agree with my methods. Do you know that I am protected by even the youth of charming young angel also to die for the fear that is loyalty, Doctor, Even from kindergarten,
they rise up in my defense. The Red Army may be approaching bellion, but they meet with the blazing file of young Germanic intensity that would destroy them before they can impinge upon our resolve for greater Germany. The younger they are, the more love, respect and loyalty. They will have what they lack in physical strength. They will provide in spiritual fortitude, much as you do in your weakened state. His lack of ribottal was striking. A few
years prior, such a comment would have sent him into a rage. The sounds of the Russian army advancing from the east and the north became ever more evident. During the brief periods I was permitted to walk with him and his beloved German shepherd Bitch Blondie, and the garden above my subterranean cellite quarters.
Our therapy sessions hardly classified as such, academically, being having more to my listening to his ravings about Valhalla and reincarnation, and his positive plans for the future, in spite of the overwhelming odds against this ever happening, getting worse day by day. So what do you suppose the Russian will do when they get there? I fear for the cities, women and children. The Russian soldiers are not as moral and disciplined as yours. My impure to say the
least. They're savages. They come to get you, they never get you. I am impregnable. It was just the two of us. There was no audience. This conversation was not being broadcast. Yet Is still maintained his fanatical bluster, playing to the back row of the theater, even with an audience of one. But just supposing they do reach this bunker, we are in an increasingly weakened position, are we not. Where do you suppose will be the fate of the women and the children? Have you considered what they
will do to you? You never listened to me, doctor, Did I not say, yeah, impregnable? Heaven itself my collapse upon us if you shall remain safe within his forts. I had a thousand year like so triumph over all opposition. In fact, he'd only say he was impregnable. He turned and shuffled off, speaking to one of the domestic attendants passing by, have someone show doctor Drum to his quarters. After a couple of weeks closed
certainly held against my will. When the fewer barriers of his close associates, including the Gobble's family Joseph, his wife, six children, five small daughters, and a young son, I began to experienced symptoms that at first I put down to the food we were being served. It was not particularly good and was being prepared in the cramped and damp and environment in which we existed.
Hitler, whose diet was vegetarian, seemed not to be affected. His vegetarian choice was a contradiction that perhaps troubled me all the more for his insistence it was out of concern for animals suffering unwinding that alone would be enough to drive me mad. Regardless, I continued to experience diarrhea, luring on my vision, and constant skin irritation. I came to realize that it was me alone and I was being poisoned slowly, and the symptoms were those of slow
poisoning with arsenic Such poisoning could only be administered in food of beverages. So I stopped taking coffee and tea and if it served to me individually, and I avoided food that could only been purposely tainted for my consumption, and I immediately realized hitless intent. He, of course, had been obsessing over what his enemies would do to him when they reached his bunker. It was when
now, not if he would not be taken alive. If he was gone to be driven finally to commit suicide, those now around him, his loyal followers, would have to fall a suit or be murdered the mutual suicide pacts. As he could not rely on my compliance, he was killing me slowly and probably getting considerable my line satisfaction while doing so. On April sixteenth, we heard that the Red Army had surrounded the outskirts of Berlin, and emotional
tension among the inhabitants of the bunker, except for Hitler increased. Conversations became stilted, and brief temper were on the edge. Only the quiet background music of Wagner or Beethoven so often filled the prolonged silence that were pervasive. By this time, I had become cautious of anything I ate unless it was being generally consumed. Even then, I ate and drank parsingly. On April the twentieth, the Red Army began shelling Berlin. They could only be days away
from our refuge. It happened to be Hitler's fifty sixth birthday, and I allowed myself to enjoy some of his special birthday cake and the other treats being served at our communal, though restrained celebration. Subsequent days passed in rapid succession, while my symptoms continued unbaited, and I was in fear of my survival.
Somehow I had to stop ingesting the poison I was being fed. And during this time Martin Bormann, Hitler's private secretary, found a willing drinking partner in Hermann Fieedline, a lieutenant general in the Baffin Essays attached to the bunker staff, a close associate of Himmler. He had been married for less than a year to Gretel Brown, Eva's sister, so he was now her brother
in law. As moral in our tightly closed community continued to deteriorate, those two offers has made good use of their time, invading the wine storage area and starting early in the mornings. They were in a state of half ineberration most of the day, and Gretel was on the verge of giving birth to the first child, and as a consequence, Hermann had little time for her.
Meanwhile, she and Eva remained title bonded as loving sisters. By April twenty seven, Berlin was cut off from the rest of Germany as Hitler's reserved forces failed to push back the Red Army. It was that day that Hitler realized Fugeline was not at his post in the fure of Bunker. It was a fact that among his colleagues, Figeline was nicknamed Flageline, pertaining to the German word flakel an impertinent louts Fageline, find your putnent lout bringing me up
me. Later that day, a disheveled, half drunk Figion was brought back to the Bunker to face Hittler, who was put into a locked cell while his captors reported to their few. He had been found as his Berlin apartment, half drunk, civilian clothes with a quantity of cash and jewelry, some of which belonged to Eva, in preparation of fleeing to Sweden or Switzerland. Having been unwilling to engage in any suicide packed that he was at least wise
enough to know was coming. From papers found in his briefcase, it appeared that his close associate Ss Richenfil Himmler was currently in secret peace negotiations with Western Allies. The following day, the twenty eight, Hitler heard of a BBC radio report confirming that Himmler had indeed being negotiating with the Allies for peace terms. And this was perhaps the cruelest insult of all to him. Then Rat Timbler, heavimnisted immediately and bringing to me, I delivered him right here.
That's a Fige line that deserted cooperating with the Rat. I have him port marshaled. Set it up now today, right now, Chia and now I Jia, by stupid of all ranks and honors, get on visits. At the rapid convene court martial head about General Monk Herman Figlan was found guilty of desertion and sentenced to death. Despite the pleading of his sister in Loeva, Hitler remained adamant that the sentence should be carried out immediately. Figlin was taken
up to the garden and shot in the back of the head. A few minutes later, without any sign or shred of emotion, Hitler told me he needed to speak to me privately, to you and I've always been close, You've been inside my head. For Heaven's sake, what can I do for Eva? She knows Fagline had to be dead with but she's upset for her sisters sake. Will marry her, Adolf, She will make you whole. He'd started letting me call him Adolf and prout of other people. No one
commented on it, but it was the surest sign of his descent. Perhaps it made him feel good, like we were actually friends here. Yes, as your enemies approached, of course, you will eventually defeat them. But it's quite romantic, don't you think you know the mind of women as well? Doctor? The Greeks believed that when two people are married, should they die, they travel to the underworld together. I had no idea if that
was true. I just made it up on the spot, an appeal to hitless love of ancient mythology, one last little punch off the edge of his psychological roof. Very well, Eva and I are to be married tonight. A quiet ceremony, but just the witness's present. Yeah, I'm very pleased for you both. They had been married for some thirty hours before the following night. In the early hours of April the thirtieth, I heard a gunshot. I was told later in the day by Joseph Cobbles that if you were
a NEIGHVA had medituside. I had to admit I took a grim but significant satisfaction in death, and a cruel smile tugged at my lips. True to his earlier pronouncement, Hitler has shot himself after seeing Eva take a fatal dose of cyanide, and having swallowed the same himself. He had foreseen his and her likely treatment had they fallen into the hands of the Russians. Simple assassinations
would not have been sufficient to satisfy the invaders vengeful ambitions. Things were getting worse when I found out later in the day that I had been locked inside my quarters. On the second day of May, a god brought me food on a tray and informed me that the Goubble's family were God. When I asked where, he pointed his forefinger heavenwards and crossed himself all dead. He said the parents had apparently poisoned their six small children and then committed suicide.
I asked him what above those who still remained. He said they were all planning to break out towards the West, hoping to surrender to the Americans rather than face the vengeful Russians. What about me, I asked. He replied that he had been given orders to keep me in prison, and he left me with a parting remark, It's better for you. If the Russians find you as a prisoner, then maybe they will let you out. I asked him, why should I not break out with the wrist, to which he
replied and be shot as the rest of us probably will. He made a good case for my remaining as a prisoner. Even if I was slowly dying from being poisoned. At least I would not be served any more deadly food starvation seemed a better option here. Now, reflecting on my old, too short, but at times painfully long life, I've flushed this final serving of food and drink down the toilet, as I've been doing ever since I've been locked in here. I'm getting weaker, but I must avoid dehydration to prolong
my ability to survive. I dipped a glass of water from the toilet tank as its refilled, and drank it thirstily, and dipped another. Can I survive until the Russians come down? Here? Will have just bombed the place from above to make sure there are no survivors. Now, surely they will come down to find prisoners and search for documents and booty. Do I know sufficient Russian to engage them enough to have them release me and not to shoot
me out of hand? As and inconvenient obstacle? For all my study of languages when I was young, I found French, German, English easy enough? Why didn't I try harder at Russia? I'm so tired. When I sleep, I can see Tilde and how she was, so I just need to sleep to sleep. The Hitler File is a production of Voyage Media.
The series is produced by nap Mondel, Robert Midas and Dan Benomore, directed and produced by Dan Benemore, Written by Desmond Fosbery, based on the novel The Drameric File by Brandon Rolfe, starring Peter stormare Is doctor Drmieric, and Denis O'Hare as Adolf Hitler. Additional cast credits available in the show notes. Edited sound designed and mixed by Nick Missidi. Original music by Darlas Gonzalice.
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