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Secret Soldiers

Chapter Fourteen

Georgia, Camp Toccoa, 1942

The next morning, Maggie woke up with an unusual smile on her face. The night before had been different but a good different. Though she wasn’t planning on falling asleep with her shoulder resting on George Luz’s shoulder, she was glad she had. The moment had shown her that she could trust the men, they’d allowed her to sleep even though she had been vulnerable in that moment. Although she hadn’t expected them to do anything untoward, they hadn’t seemed like the type, the thought was always in the back of her mind when it came to all men.

Letting out a yawn, Maggie checked the time on her watch that was still sitting on her wrist and realised she still had almost an hour before breakfast that morning. The sun was slowly rising, some light peeking through her window into the small bunker she lived in. Deciding now would be a good time to grab her mail, Maggie quickly changed into her OD’s and made her way toward the mailroom.

As she had thought, Maggie didn’t pass anyone on the way over - most of the men would still be asleep, getting as much in as they possibly could. She didn’t know how long they had been up the night before but they had all been playing poker still when Maggie had woken up. Although she offered to walk back over alone, George had insisted he make sure she got back safe.

Wanting to build that bond up even more with the men, Maggie allowed him to walk her over. It had been a nice feeling, not any hostility between the two as they walked to her small ‘home’. She was hoping that the men would be kinder to her, let her join in with their laughs a little more.

Entering the mail room, she had a quick conversation with Rice before he went to grab her mail. She had two letters, one with the SOE seal imprinted on the back and one she recognised as Camilla’s handwriting. Bidding Rice goodbye, Maggie left the mailroom and tucked her letters into her pocket. She wasn’t usually one for a cigarette but Maggie took one from her pocket, stuck it between her lips and lit it.

The nicotine rush was one she needed, still feeling the tiredness from the night before. As she took a drag, she noticed a group of soldiers coming her way. Standing off to the side so she wasn’t in the way, Maggie tried to work out if she knew them. The faces weren’t familiar, they could have been from one of the companies she hadn’t had the chance to meet yet.

As some of the men went into the mailroom, one of them came over toward Maggie with a small smile on her face. “Bum a cigarette, Lieutenant?” Maggie gave the man a look, raising an eyebrow as she grabbed her pack and tossed it at him.

“Do I need to give you a light as well, private?” She wore a lazy smile as she took another drag, the soldier laughing gently as he leant against the wall beside Maggie. He grabbed his own lighter, showing it to Maggie with a grin before lighting his cigarette. There was a silence before Maggie spoke. “Which company are you with, Private?”

She turned her head gently to look at the man, significantly taller than she was. “Dog company, ma’am. You’re with Easy, right?” Maggie nodded, taking a final drag of her cigarette before dropping it into the ‘butts’ bin beside her.

“I best be off, have a good day,private.” The man gave a lazy salute, making Maggie smile gently. Even though the man had no idea who she was, he hadn’t seen her as just a woman. He had treated her as an officer and even a friend, giving Maggie the smile that she now wore as she headed back toward her bunker. She had a bit more time before breakfast, giving her the chance to read the letters that had been sent to her.

Settling down on her bed, Maggie opened the one from the SOE to begin with.

Agent Walters,

With intel received, we are pleased with the progress you have been making with the US airborne. We have received some more intelligence about the plan of attack for the US airborne however you do not have the clearance for us to tell you. All we can tell you is that there will be another operative in the future, when a move of base is pushed ahead. There is not a lot we can tell you except we wish you luck and hope the two of you will work together before joining this war alongside the US troops.

GodSpeed, Agent.

Agent Frost, SOE.

Dresden, November 1942

The snow from the previous day wrapped the city of Dresden in a beautiful white one could only describe as almost magically but the blonde woman had something different on her mind. Looking down at the watch on her wrist, Claire let out a yawn before hiding her bare hand again in the warmth of the pockets of her coat. “I definitely have to sleep more.”

“You have absolutely no reason to complain, Clara.” Despite his own obvious lack of sleep, Hans was quick to respond. Leaning against the brick wall, the man let out a groan as he closed his eyes. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to get through my classes without falling asleep.”

“Well,” Claire started as she pulled her blue scarf further up into her face. “Maybe you should take a break from going out so often at god forbidden hours.”

“Yeah, just wait until you see what we did. It was worth it.” With a proud smirk on his face Hans rubbed his hands together in an attempt to get some warmth. “You’ll like it.”

Just humming in response, Claire shifted her gaze up towards the window on the third floor of the building they stood in front of. She freshly falling snowflakes made her task of making out movements on the other side of the window quite a bit harder but nevertheless a quickly moving shadows caught her attention. “Does Ilse know? You know, what happened a few nights ago?”

“Yeah I stopped by last night and spoke with her about it. She thinks it’s pretty amazing but don’t worry, she swore not to tell anyone.”

Nodding, Claire turned back to Hans with an unsure smile on her lips. “Alright, uhm, thanks for still trusting me. It means a lot.”

“Considering that you kind of held a gun pointed at me, I took the best chance by avoiding making you mad.” They both knew that it wasn’t meant to be serious but Claire couldn’t help herself and as a response she smacked Hans against his shoulder. The man only chuckled as he playfully rubbed his arm. “Oh you know that I love you too much not to trust you.”

Hearing this, a big smile formed on Claire’s lips. It was by no means the first time that she heard this from him and usually she knew that it didn’t mean much but weirdly enough this time it felt like more. She was about to respond but a door falling into its lock behind them caught both of their attention.

“Sorry that I’m late. My alarm didn’t go off.” Ilse had a hint of pink on her cheeks as she hurriedly closed her jacket. After a quick exchange of glances the brunette woman pulled her bag a little closer to her body. “Did I interrupt anything?”

When no response came from neither Claire nor Hans, Ilse just nodded in a dismissive manner and interlocked her arm with Claire’s just like they always did. It felt so normal to them by now that just like usually they started walking and chatting away, leaving Hans to follow them looking almost like a lost puppy.

Due to their lateness today, Claire expected the promenade leading up to the university buildings to be rather empty but the closer they got, the more they had problems passing the groups of students.

Claire reached behind herself and grabbed Hans’ hand out of fear of losing him in the mass as Ilse also tightened her grip. Not being able to see enough, the blonde woman stood on her tiptoes. After her eyes scanned the walls of the entrance her gaze fixated on the formerly well visible swastika on the right side of the wooden entrance doors. Half of it was broken out of the stone and it has been over painted in a thick black while a certain word was written right next to it.

Letting out a gasp, Claire quickly got down on the heels of her shoes again. Looking at Ilse and her desperate tries to see past the crowd all while having a curious look on her face, Claire was quick to realise that Ilse had nothing to do with this.

The brunette gave up after a few more tries to see something and instead looked at Claire expectantly. “Vive la révolution?” After not receiving an answer Ilse turned to Hans who wore a proud smirk on his lips “Are we starting one?”

Hand just pulled the two women closer to him as he leaned down so only they could hear his voice. “What do you say, Veritas? Are we starting one?”

With a mischievous grin, Claire turned from Ilse to Hans. “We are starting one.”

With a sudden burst of pride flowing through her, Claire squeezed Hans’ hand as she turned back to the large letters painted on the wall.

Veritas

It was her name.

Now the Nazis know who they are up against.

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schrijverr · 5 years

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The kidnapped reveal

When Tommys and Sebastians child gets kidnapped the rest finds out that they have been married for sometime and have adopted a baby girl together. They try to get her back

On AO3.

Ships: Sebastian Berger x Tommy McConnel

Warnings: KIdnapping ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy and Sebastian got together three years before Major Daniel knocked on their door. Tommy had moved back to Ireland for a year, because of shit with the family and Sebastian had stayed home with their six year old daughter.

They never told anyone on their units that they were seeing someone and they never talked about a child. As far as files were concerned, their relation and life together didn’t exist. So, when they got onto the new team they didn’t tell anyone. They just moved to the new city and on from their old life.

Sebastians mother moved as well to watch Leomie if necessary and to get help from the boys if needed, she was getting old after all.

Now a year after they’d started their team, still, no one knew. They had fallen into a routine of a close friendship and for a bunch of detectives it was kind of sad that they hadn’t noticed them coming in together every day. But that meant they were all good. No one knew and that’s how they liked it.

That is why it was a great surprise to see Ilse, Sebastians mother, showing up at their workplace in complete hysterics. She yelled: “Sebastian! SEBASTIAN!”

Sebastian rushed forward, Tommy not far behind. “What is it mother?” He asked, concern written over his face.

His mother sobbed and whispered: “She’s gone. When I got home, it was a mess and she just wasn’t there.”

The hand that was rubbing her back soothingly stopped as the realization dawned on Tommy. He looked at Sebastian and saw a matching expression of horror on the Germans face. The rest was looking at the whole ordeal perplexed, finally Hickman spoke up: “Doesn’t this seem like something for the normal police? And who’s she?”

The three looked at him and after a beat of silence Sebastian said: “This is my mother and she came here to tell me that my child is missing!”

He became louder in the end, nearly yelling, the turned to his mother again and soothingly said: “It’s going to be fine mother. If anyone can find her, it’s us. Just sit down and try to calm down. Tommy help me get her to couch, she needs to sit down.”

They helped her to the couch as the Major looked through some files. The he said: “There is no record of you having a child, Sebastian. Is this the same as with Erik?”

Sebastian shook his head. “No,” he answered, “I didn’t know about Erik. I, however, adopted Leonie.”

In the background Tommy was talking to Ilse. He asked her where Leonie disappeared and if she had called the school to check there. She answered saying it was at their place and that she did call the school and that they had seen her leave. Tommy nodded and left her alone, turning back to where Sebastian was grilled about adopting a child and with who and when. He walked back towards them and told Sebastian: “It was at our house. Ilse was supposed to go there today after the bus had dropped her off. Let’s go. We can deal with them later.”

Then the two men quickly grabbed their jackets and walked out the door, leaving the team with even more questions as they hurried to follow.

The police hadn’t arrived at the house yet, so they quickly made it to the front door and unlocked it. They hurried inside to take in the scene, some things were knocked over, there were signs of struggle and a little blood on the floor. The blood splatters were next to a broken frame with a family picture in it, the glass was broken and the shards lay on the floor. Eva picked it up and looked at the photo, her eyes widened. After today she’d expected something was going on between then, with the ‘our house’ and the horrified expression on Tommys face when Sebastians mother talked, the fact that he knew her name despite her never telling them it, the whole ‘our house’ thing and how easily he talked to her, but this, this was some next level shit.

She walked to where the team stood bowed over Sebastians laptop as he scanned the area, deposited the picture on the table and said: “Found this next to some shards and some blood splatters.”

The two elder men now realized what was going on and turned to where the couple was standing looking at the picture. On it was a smiling Sebastian and Tommy with in their lap a small giggling little girl. In the background there was a Christmas tree and they all wore stupid sweaters. They looked between the team and the picture until Hickman said: “Okay, I’d like it if you two explain, now.”

Sebastian swallowed and gestured to Tommy to talk, Tommy shot a look at Sebastian and they had a quiet conversation before Tommy gave up and started talking: “So, uhm, we’re together. Have been for some time now.”

“Yeah, we’d gathered that much.” Hickman commented, but a jab from Eva shut him up.

“I know you had gathered that much you idiot. It’s not that hard, now let me talk.” Tommy said annoyed. “We were together before this team came together, but we never talked about our home life with our separate units. Homophobia is still something in police ranks. We’re married and we adopted this little princess.”

He pointed at the little girl in the picture and couldn’t seem to continue, as if seeing her again made it impossible. Sebastian caught on and continued: “My mom used to watch her when we still lived in Berlin and she moved with us when we needed to be closer to our new headquarters here. Leonie goes to an international school since she already speaks English from Tommy. My mom was supposed to get here with the bus, but it was delayed. When she got here. She, she was already gone.”

Tears were now streaming over his face and Tommys eyes were suspiciously wet. Tommy pulled Sebastian into an embrace. Glad to be able to draw comfort from his partner now that the secret was out. The team understood that this was a private moment left the two alone for a while to look outside for clues.

After they had collected all the data, they returned to Headquarters. Sebastian had kept his mother regularly updated, so she was waiting for them, for when they got back. She had calmed down quite a bit and was comforting the couple as they sat waiting for the results. Sebastian and Tommy were obviously drawing comfort from the other. They were literally leaning on each other sending hopeful looks to where the computer was working. The rest had pulled away from them, leaving to family with each other.

They were surrounding Louis’ desk talking to one another. “Did you all not know?” Hickman asked.

Both shook their heads, no one had seen this coming. “No,” Louis said, “I knew they knew each other, but there was nothing about a relationship or a child for that matter. They are exceptionally good at hiding it.”

“I suspected they liked each other, but this? I didn’t think they would be married.” Eva commented.

They all looked at them again. Sebastian and Tommy were now saying there goodbyes to Sebastians mother waving at her as she left. Then they turned to the computer that had started beeping and the others joined them.

“Does it normally beep when it done?” Hickman asked.

“No,” Sebastian said, “That’s what’s so strange. It’s a Skype call.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Fooking answer it.” Tommy said harshly.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and gave him an annoyed look. He connected some wires and then he picked up. On the other side there were some guys. All in black with guns everywhere. Tommy breathed out. “What do you want?” he asked.

The oldest man chuckled: “You see, child. We could really use some money, so here’s the deal. You and your boyfriend get your kid back and we get you and some money.”

“Bastard!” Tommy yelled. “Don’t you touch her! If she has even a small scratch on her I will kill you!”

The man chuckled evilly. “I know” he said. “That’s why we have her here.”

He stepped aside to show an older version of the girl from the photo strapped to her chair. When she saw the two men on the screen she cried out: “Da, papa!”

“Hush child.” One of the men said and Leonie continued to cry silently as a hand was held in front of her mouth.

“See,” the first guy said again, “Unharmed and ready for transaction.”

“Let her go, please. How much do you want?” Sebastian asked softly. They had never seen him so vulnerable. Big tears were flowing out of his eyes and you could see his heart rip more every second when you looked into his eyes.

The first guy laughed and said: “See now are we talking! I want £500.000 cash. You are to drop it and a handcuffed McConnel at this address.” He held up. a piece of paper. “And if we get the clear from our guy she’ll be at your doorstep in less then an hour. If this has not happened in the next three hours. Well, I guess you’ll find her maimed body sooner or later.” He laughed again and cut of the connection.

Once the screen was black Sebastian leaned in and cried in Tommys chest. He really didn’t want to be weak in front of the team, but he couldn’t help it. They had taken one of his few good things in life and Tommys strong arms around him made everything a bit more bearable.

Tommy looked at his crying husband and made a decision. “How can we get £500.000,- ? I don’t care about what happens to me, but I can’t let them hurt her.”

“I am not letting you sacrifice yourself, McConnel.” Major Daniel said.

“Yeah and I’m not letting them hurt my husband and child. I thought if someone would understand it’d be you.” Tommy replied.

They were about to argue more when Sebastians pleading voice cut them of. “Please both of you stop it. Tommy, you don’t get to decide you can leave me. I don’t want to lose you. You mean to much to me. Please let me see if I can pinpoint their location before you try to do something stupid, okay?”

Tommys gaze immediately softened as he looked to his husband. He stroked the side of Sebastians face. “Sure, darling.” he whispered, “I promise, but you have to promise me something to. If this doesn’t work out, you have to let me get her back.”

They held a staring contest and then seemed to agree as they locked their pinkies and both whispered: “Promise.”

Sebastian was typing on his computer, desperate to find something, anything. The rest were calling people seeing if they could get the money in cash on such a short notice. There was a tense atmosphere and everyone was easily spooked when Sebastian let out a small cheer everyone jumped in fright and the quickly rushed to the computer. “They are not very smart criminals.” He said. “Or they don’t know who they’re dealing with.”

He got a hard look on his face and Tommy said amazed: “You found them?”

Sebastian nodded and they both looked relieved. Major Daniel nodded and said: “Give the location and I’ll call in a team. You go change. I’ll see you there. Oh, and Sebastian, Tommy. I want you to in the back. You’re lucky I’ll even let you come. You are too close to this.”

They both wanted to protest, realized it was useless, gave up and nodded. Then they quickly ran away. The Major got out his phone, but before he dialed he said to Eva: “Keep a close eye on them. I don’t want to lose them, because they ripped someone apart.”

Eva nodded and walked away.

They had surrounded the house. Inside they could see the guys from the Skype call having some drinks, probably cheering for themselves. Tommy scoffed and spit on the ground. “Disgusting.” was all he said.

Next to him Sebastian nodded, his face was nothing but hard lines. They had to wait by the cars until they were called for backup or the clear signal was given. A few feet away Major Daniel was explaining the situation to the help team and after a few directions they started to move.

It was quiet for a while, then there were some shots and screams. From their position Sebastian and Tommy could see the guys falling and getting arrested. A few seconds later the clear signal was given and both men rushed to the house.

When they got to the entrance everyone opened up a path leading directly to a small girl who was being freed from a chair. When she saw her fathers a smile look over her features and tears started to fall down her cheeks. “Da.” She said as Tommy hugged her.

“Papa.” She squealed as Sebastian blew a raspberry on her cheek and joined in with the hug.

The kidnappers were led away and they gave the family some privacy. Before Major Daniel left he stopped by the hugging group of people. He said: “We will talk about all of this later. This is not something you should hide from the team you’re supposed to trust with your life, but for now? Be together. Be a family. I’ll see you in a few days. Take your time.”

Sebastian and Tommy nodded. They understood, but for now, they weren’t letting go of their girl for a second.

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gacougnol · 5 years

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Ilse Bing Midi, 7 Heures, "L'Heure du Berger"(The Hour of the Lover) at Broken Window Paris, 1934

#ilse bing #1934

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lacrimis · 5 years

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Helmut Fischer was the son of a businessman and a tailor and grew up in the Munich district of Neuhausen in Donnersbergerstraße 50a, where he also went to school. When the secondary school rejected him, he joined Otto Falckenberg's drama school, which he quit after a short time. In the subsequent period Fischer worked as a theater actor. In 1952 was his stage debut at the Würzburg city theatre as Albrecht III in Friedrich Hebbel's Agnes Bernauer. The reviews were devastating.

For almost 20 years Fischer remained largely unknown and had to deal with minor supporting roles. Among other things, he worked at the Munich "Oktoberfest" at the Zuban show as part of a zebra's behind. In 1953 he married the dancer Utta Martin, with whom he lived up to his death (44 years). In 1961 saw the actor's debut in Bavarian Television: as a hairdresser in Ludwig Thoma's comedy Die Lokalbahn. Fischer described himself as "terrible" and said in retrospect: "Richtig g'schämt hab' ich mich, wie überzogen ich damals g'spielt hab (I was terribly ashamed about my totally excessive acting)". As he was under-worked with acting alone, Fischer also worked as a film critic for the Munich Abendzeitung.

In 1972 he played in the Bavarian Television's first episode of the Tatort series, as assistant to then-time Inspector Veigl (played by Gustl Bayrhammer). When Veigl was "retired" in 1981, Fischer was "promoted" to Commissioner Ludwig Lenz and as such he solved a total of seven cases until 1987. In 1974 Helmut Fischer, in his favourite café Münchner Freiheit met director Helmut Dietl. The latter recognised his friend's true talent and in 1980 gave him a major role in the TV series Der ganz normale Wahnsinn in which Fischer for the first time got to play a manquéed playboy.

Memorial for "Monaco Franze" (Helmut Fischer) at Münchner Freiheit The final breakthrough came in 1983 with Helmut Fischer's series Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz. Again Helmut Dietl was the director, Patrick Süskind cooperated on the scripts to almost all episodes. In the series, which has now reached cult status among fans, Fischer alongside Ruth Maria Kubitschek, Christine Kaufmann, Karl Obermayr [de] and Erni Singerl [de] in inimitable way embodied an easygoing dandy, charmer and ladies' men, who always manages to master awkward situations with a sheepy smile. Famous sayings by the character role like "A bisserl was geht immer (Anything goes)" were adapted into daily language use. Matching this, Fischer also recorded a successful single titled "Spatzl (Schau wia i schau)) (Sweetheart (Look like I'm looking))".

From now on, the actor was busy with roles whose character were always based on Stenz though. Until the end of his life Fischer kept assuring that the figure of Monaco Franze had nothing to do with his real life. In the mid-1980s, Fischer played with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow in the two Zärtliche Chaoten films, from 1987 to 1992 he could be seen as "Josefbärli" along Veronika Fitz and Ilse Neubauer in the series Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper). Fischer enjoyed his last success in the series Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A castle on the Wörthersee), where he played the absentminded estate manager Leo Laxeneder, and as the fictitious mayor of Hohenwaldau, Peter Elfinger in Peter and Paul alongside Hans Clarin.

In 1993 Helmut Fischer was diagnosed with cancer. He kept this diagnosis largely secret, only his wife Utta knew about it. In 1996, the actor underwent treatment by the well-known and controversial cancer specialist Julius Hackethal. In November he celebrated his 70th anniversary with a great number of friends and colleagues. At the occasion the told the press: "Das Leben macht sich ja mehr und mehr aus dem Staub (Life is more and more buzzing off)". Eight months later Fischer, to the surprise of the common public, died in Chiemgau. More than 1,000 people participated in the funeral service at the mortuary of Munich's northern cemetery and the subsequent funeral at the Bogenhausen cemetery (gravesite no. 2-4-2) on 19 June 1997. In his funeral speech Munich's Lord Mayor Christian Ude, a friend and neighbour of Fischer, said: "... Populär war er in ganz Deutschland - in München wurde er geliebt. (He was popular throughout Germany - in Munich, he was loved.)"

Filmography :

1958 – Cherchez la femme (Curse the Women); with Helen Vita

1959 – Hunting Party; with Angelika Meissner and Wolf Albach-Retty

1960 – Oh! This Bavaria!; with Liesl Karlstadt and Ludwig Schmid-Wildy

1960 – Die vor die Hunde gehen (Those Who go to the Dogs)

1962 – Florence und der Zahnarzt (Florence and the Dentist)

1970 – Der Röhm-Putsch (Night of the Long Knives); with Hans Korte and Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – Sachrang (Order of the Case); with Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – The Unicorn

1978 - Derrick - Season 05, Episode 04: "Ein Hinterhalt"

1979 – Blauer Himmel, den ich nur ahne (Blue Heavens which I can but sense); with Jörg Hube and Hans Stadtmüller

1979 – Der Durchdreher; Director: Helmut Dietl

1980 – Die Undankbare (The Ungrateful)

1984 – Mama Mia – Nur keine Panik [de] (Mamma mia - don't panic); with Uschi Glas and Thomas Gottschalk

1987 – Hexenschuß (Lumbago); with Birte Berg and Beppo Brem

1987 – Zärtliche Chaoten (Tender Chaotics); with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow

1988 – Starke Zeiten (Hard Times); with Karl Dall, Hans-Joachim Kulenkampff and David Hasselhoff

1988 – Zärtliche Chaoten 2; with Thomas Gottschalk und Michael Winslow

1989 – Jede Menge Schmidt (Lots of Schmidt); with Anja Schüte

1992 – Der Unschuldsengel (Innoncent as an Angel); with Hans Clarin and Iris Berben

1993 – Probefahrt ins Paradies (Test Run to Paradise)

1995 – Drei in fremden Kissen (Three in Foreign Sheets); with Hans Brenner and Fritz Wepper

1996 – Drei in fremden Betten (Three in foreign Beds); with Fritz Wepper and Heidelinde Weis

1997 – Fröhlich geschieden (Happily divorced); with Rainhard Fendrich

TV series :

Funkstreife Isar 12 (Patrol Car Isar 12); with Wilmut Borell and Karl Tischlinger

Graf Yoster gibt sich die Ehre (Count Yoster); with Lukas Ammann and Wolfgang Völz

1972–1981 – Tatort; as Kommissar Veigl's (Gustl Bayrhammer) assistant Ludwig Lenz, with Willy Harlander

1981–1987 – Tatort; as Hauptkommissar Ludwig Lenz

Tatort series as visiting commissioner in:

1968 – Die seltsamen Methoden des Franz Josef Wanninger (The Strange Methods of F. J. Wanninger) - Die Beschützer(The Protectors); TV police series

1972 – Gestern gelesen (Read Yesterday)

1978 – Derrick - Ein Hinterhalt (An Ambush); TV police series with Horst Tappert and Fritz Wepper

1979 and 1986/1987 – Der Millionenbauer (The Million Mark Farmer); with Walter Sedlmayr and Veronika Fitz

1979 – Fast wia im richtigen Leben (Almost like Real Life); with Gerhard Polt

1979 – Der ganz normale Wahnsinn (The Ordinary Madness)

1982 – Meister Eder und sein Pumuckl - Die abergläubische Putzfrau (The Superstitious Cleaner); Children's series

1983 – Krimistunde (Thriller Time)

1983 – Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz; with Ruth Maria Kubitschek

1983 – Unsere schönsten Jahre (Our best Years); with Uschi Glas and Elmar Wepper

1986 – Das Traumschiff (The Dreamliner); guest role

1986 – Rette mich, wer kann (Save Me who Can!); with Gundi Ellert

1987–1992 – Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper); with Veronika Fitz

1992 – Lilli Lottofee [de] (roughly: Lilli the Lottery Game Fairy); with Senta Berger

1992–1993 – Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A Castle on Wörthersee); with Uschi Glas

1993–1994 – Peter und Paul (Peter and Paul); series with Hans Clarin

1996 – Wir Königskinder; with Fritz Wepper

1972 Münchner Kindl

1973 Weißblaue Turnschuhe (White and blue Sneakers)

1973 Tote brauchen keine Wohnung (Dead Persons need no Flat)

1974 3:0 für Veigl (3-0 for Veigl)

1975 Als gestohlen gemeldet (Reported stolen)

1975 Das zweite Geständnis (The second Confession)

1976 Wohnheim Westendstraße (Westendstraße Boarding House)

1977 Das Mädchen am Klavier (The Girl at the Piano)

1977 Schüsse in der Schonzeit (Shots during Closed Season)

1978 Schlußverkauf (Sale-out)

1978 Schwarze Einser (Black Ones)

1979 Ende der Vorstellung (End of the Show)

1979 Maria im Elend (Miserable Maria)

1980 Spiel mit Karten (A Card Game)

1981 Usambaraveilchen (Saintpaulias)

1981 Im Fadenkreuz (In the Crosshairs)

1982 Tod auf dem Rastplatz (Death on the resting place)

1983 Roulette mit sechs Kugeln (Roulette with six Bullets)

1984 Heißer Schnee (Hot Snow)

1985 Schicki Micki (Fancy)

1987 Die Macht des Schicksals (The Power of Fate)

1987 Gegenspieler (Opponent)

1976 Transit ins Jenseits (Transit to the Afterlife)

1977 Wer andern eine Grube gräbt (Harm set, Harm get)

1979 Der King (The King)

1987 Wunschlos tot (Perfectly Dead)

Stage plays :

1952 – Agnes Bernauer - at the Würzburg city theatre

1953 – Diener zweier Herren (Servant of Two Masters) - am Stadttheater Würzburg

1964 – Die großen Sebastians (The Great Sebastians) - at the Kleine Komödie in Munich

1966 – Italienische Nacht (Italian Night) - at Residenz Theatre

1969-1970 – Jagdszenen aus Niederbayern (Hunting Scenes from Lower Bavaria) - Münchner Kammerspiele

1975 – Fast wie ein Poet (Almost like A Poet) - at Residenz Theatre - Director: Rudolf Noelte

1984-1985 – Waldfrieden (Peace in the Woods) - Münchner Volkstheater

1984-1985 – Die Brautschau (Looking for a Wife) - am Münchner Volkstheater mit Hans Brenner

On Fischer's favourite spot in the garden of café Münchner Freiheit in Schwabing, a bronze monument by Nicolai Tregor Jr. was revealed which depicts Fischer in his famous role as Monaco Franze.

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Hyperallergic: Weekend Words: Paris

Gustave Caillebotte, “Paris Street, Rainy Day” (1877), oil on canvas, 212 x 276 cm, Art Institute, Chicago (image via Web Gallery of Art)

On Thursday, in the single most destructive act of his catastrophic presidency, Donald Trump pulled the US out of the global climate accord, calling himself the representative of Pittsburgh and not Paris. To which the mayor of Pittsburgh, Bill Peduto, replied in a tweet: “I can assure you that we will follow the guidelines of the Paris Agreement for our people, our economy & future.”

Good Americans when they die, go to Paris.

—Oliver Wendell Holmes

I do not think it altogether inappropriate to introduce myself to this audience. I am the man who accompanied Jacqueline Kennedy to Paris, and I have enjoyed it.

—John Fitzgerald Kennedy

America is a nation with no truly national city, no Paris, no Rome, no London, no city which is at once the social center, the political capital, and the financial hub.

—C. Wright Mills

With an apple I will astonish Paris.

—Paul Cezanne

The first thing that strikes a visitor to Paris is a taxi.

—Fred A. Allen

We’ll always have Paris.

—Rick to Ilse, in Casablanca, screenplay by Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, and Howard Koch

Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

—John Berger

 London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.

—G. K. Chesterton

An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

And trade is art, and art’s philosophy, In Paris.

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Aurora Leigh” 

We worship not the Graces, nor the Parcae, but Fashion. She spins and weaves and cuts with full authority. The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveler’s cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same.

—Henry David Thoreau

In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language.

—Mark Twain

 Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

—Willa Cather

Secrets travel fast in Paris.

—Napoleon Bonaparte

Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half.

—Charles Montesquieu

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Áprilisi olvasások

Ebben a bejegyzésbe most azokat a könyveket gyűjtöttem, amiket áprilisban sikerült olvasnom.

Polcz Alainetől a Macskaregényt már olvastam és nagyon szerettem. A halállal kapcsolatos könyveit mostanában kezdtem csak olvasni. Alaine természetesnek veszi a halált és elfogadja azt, szinte félelem nélkül gondol rá és ír róla. Tetszik az írásmódja, úgyhogy biztosan fogok még tőle olvasni könyveket.

Olvasások

Polcz Alaine - Egész lényeddel Polcz Alaine: Kit siratok? Mit siratok? Elisabeth Kübler-Ross: A halál és a hozzá vezető út Bauer Barbara: Elsuttogom százszor Katharina Hagena: Az almamag íze Dékány Dávid: Darwin Motel Singer Magdolna: Vigasztalódás a gyászban

Mesekönyvek Gyermekkorom kedvenc mesekönyve volt Az égszínkék nyulacska és Brumm Brumm a kismackó. Otthon előkerestem őket és újra elolvastam. Az alábbi három mesekönyv csak véletlen került a kezembe. Janikovszky Évától az Égig érő füvet ismertem (de főleg az ebből készült filmet) és azt nagyon szerettem, ezért kíváncsi volt erre a mesekönyvre is. Nem csalódtam, nagyon kedves kis történet. Ljuba Stíplová és Várszegi Adél nem hagyott mély nyomot bennem.

B. Weber: Az égszínkék nyulacska Ilse Berger: Brumm Brumm a kismackó Ljuba Stíplová: Kisállatok esti meséje Janikovszky Éva: Bertalan és Barnabás Várszegi Adél: Kismadár és Kóró

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Secret Soldiers

Chapter Four

Maggie felt nervous as she followed behind Camilla, the woman walking confidently knowing that it didn’t matter what the men thought of her. Whilst Maggie was there to train and eventually fight with the men, Camilla was basically Maggie’s babysitter until they left America. Though no one knew what the plan was after training, many had the suspicion that the 101st would go to England before jumping from the planes into whichever continent they were told to.

Whilst nervous, Maggie was rather good at hiding her true feelings. She had been trained in spotting body language and understanding it, meaning Maggie found it easy to replicate the gestures that showed confidence. She did not feel confident one bit, she never did when meeting a new group of people. Shaking all thoughts of nerves from her mind, Maggie followed Camilla round the corner.

Lined up were a group of soldiers, all wearing the same OD’s that Maggie wore as they stood at attention. In front of them stood a small group of men that Maggie guessed were the officers and only one facing the men - the CO. Whilst Maggie had not met any of the officers, she had heard that Sobel was a mean son of a bitch. It seemed to be all anyone could talk about.

Approaching the man, Maggie could feel all eyes on her as she saluted the CO. Camilla did the same, yet she looked more uninterested than Maggie at the man. Camila didn’t need to be there, hell she didn’t want to be there and that showed. “Lieutenant Sobel?”

The man gave a short salute to the two women, allowing them to stand at attention rather than stood saluting the man. He wore a sneer as he looked at the women, his eyes quite openly looking them up and down, resting on the chests of both women. Maggie held in a sneer of her own, Camilla not doing the same.

“I suppose you’ve been given your orders from Colonel Sink, sir?” Maggie wished she could be as blatant as Camilla was being but she knew that she was expendable to both the US Airforce and the SOE. She couldn’t get away with much if she wanted to stay in the airborne.

Instead of answering Camilla, Sobel stepped aside and outstretched his arm to signal that he was giving his permission for Maggie to stand in front of the men. Doing so, Maggie held her hands behind her back and stood up tall. Though she didn’t feel it, Maggie oozed confidence as she let her eyes run over the men of Easy company.

“Good Afternoon, men. My name is Agent Maggie Walters. Whilst i’m sure you’re all wondering what it is i’m doing here I cannot divulge all the information.” Maggie took a pause, keeping her eyes trained on the expressions the men produced as she spoke.

Some had raised eyebrows and some remained stoic. “What I can tell you is that I am to be your Lieutenant, on loan from the SOE if you like. My mission is to train with and help train you to be Paratroopers. Whilst I am here you will treat me like you treat any other CO, is that understood?”

There was a pause before a chorus of ‘yes Ma’am’s’ reached the ears of Maggie. Giving a nod, Maggie continued. “Whilst I am here I expect to be respected and in return I will give you the respect you want to be given. You may call me Walters when we’re not training, and whilst we are I do not mind you using Sir rather than Ma’am as I do understand this may be challenging for some of you.”

No one missed the way Maggie allowed her eyes to gravitate toward Sobel, snickers coming from some of the men. Unfortunately for them, Sobel had stepped forward and noticed the way Maggie’s eyes went to him. “If you’re quite finished, Agent, these men are to run Currahee.”

Though everyone remained silent, Maggie could feel eyes still on her only this time she could see the anger and annoyance in some of them. “I expect that you will be joining us. Dismissed.” With that, Sobel stalked off leaving Maggie standing with eyes still glaring at her as if they were attempting to punish her with their eyes.

“If looks could kill,” Maggie turned her head to glare at Camilla, the woman wearing a smirk as one of the Lieutenants - Winter’s - turned to face the men. Dismissing them, Maggie didn’t miss the names mutter toward her under the men’s breath, some brave enough to say them in a loud whisper. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh - it would be a long and tough road to friendship with the men.

Dresden, September 1942

A small smile graced her lips as Claire held the bottle of wine in her hands. Since she knew that alcohol was forbidden in Germany, the surprise was big when Hans told her that he ‘borrowed’ it from a police officer.

The label was almost completely scratched off and Claire had a hard time trying to find out where it came from, but she came to the conclusion that it must have been from Russia or one of its neighboring countries because of the cyrillic letters engraved at the bottom.

She tried to decipher it with her little knowledge but gave up after a few seconds already.

“One glass and I’m gone.” Ilse held two, yet to be filled, wine glasses up and smiled at Claire.

“You don’t have the good old German liver?” The blonde shook her head, a chuckle leaving her lips as she opened the bottle of wine. A few drops of the dark red liquid dripped into her hands. A small shiver went down Claire’s spine as she had to admit that it looked awfully much like blood.

“I have a french liver, Clara. You have to stick with Hans and Vik to be able to really drink.” Ilse smirked and had a tight grip on one of the glasses as it was filled with the crimson coloured wine.

“Français?” Claire asked with a certain curiosity and dragged the word out a bit. “Where exactly if I may ask? Paris?”

The brunette shook her head as she replaced the filled glass with the still empty one. “Lyon. It’s south-west from the swiss border.”

“That’s quite far away.” Claire noted and filled the second glass. “What brought you to Dresden?”

Ilse let out a sigh. “My mother. She studied art here and always talked about how good it was and how much she would love to have me follow in her footsteps.”

Claire just nodded and placed the bottle of wine back into its former place below the sink, hiding it below a few rags. It was by no mean a safe place to hide the forbidden good called alcohol but it was better than nothing.

“How about you?” Ilse asked as she leaned against the counter while handing Claire the fuller glass, obviously careful with her own boundaries considering her apparently not too well way of handling alcohol.

Claire took a few sips and let out an approving sigh. She had better but considering that she couldn’t even find out what kind of wine it was exactly, she was happy nevertheless. “I wanted to come back home. Study art and come back home.”

The brunette nodded and took a few careful sips on her own. “I guess we are study partners just like Vik and Hans.” Ilse pointed behind herself to the door, separating the kitchen from the living room. Laughter could be heard from the other room.

Claire nodded and moved towards the door. “Come on my dear study partner. We shall not let the boys have too much fun without us.”

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HELLO RINA do u have any moodboards you’d like to share? Have a lovely day 💙💙

Moodboards you say?👀

The Harding siblings (y‘all will still meet the boys)

Martha and Matthew Harding during WW1 (Claire’s parents)

Ilse Berger

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Secret Soldiers

Chapter Seven

Georgia, Camp Toccoa, 1942

For Maggie, the next few weeks were a blur. Most of her activities were the same each day; training with the men, eating alone, meeting Camilla for a brief catch up, sending letters to the SOE and coming back to her barracks to find them askew.

At least once a week Maggie would go back after a day of lectures, when Sobel was not needed, to find all her possessions thrown about her barracks. The first time she had found personal items to be missing, such as underwear that wasn't army issued.

Though aggravating, Maggie knew she couldn't do anything. She was a Lieutenant out of courtesy, not through proving herself or climbing up the ranks. It wasn't a situation she could control and Maggie had to live with such a situation.

That morning Maggie stood beside Richard Winters, a man she hadn’t really spoken to much apart from when helping with training the men. The sun shone down on all of them, lined up and ready to listen to Sobel moaning about whatever he fancied that morning. As usual, the man was late.

As Maggie stood beside the Lieutenant, she caught Camilla making her way toward the group with another soldier by her side. Though she had to strain, Maggie noticed that the man was in fact Lieutenant Speirs, the CO of Dog Company. Again, Maggie had never spoken to the man but had seen him in passing.

She didn’t get a chance to ponder the reasoning for Camilla walking beside him as Sobel sped round the corner, spit flying as he yelled. “You people are at the position of attention!” No matter how straight anyone was standing, Maggie knew each man would have straightened themselves up as Sobel came round the corner.

Maggie wanted to roll her eyes when the man came into view, his torso covered with a leather jacket even though Maggie was sure the weather could have killed her in a bathing suit. She was still getting used to the warmer weather of America, England being a rather dreary country with only one or two days that could be classed as summer each year.

Maggie’s eyes followed the man as he stalked up and down the lines of men, as if he was an animal ready to pounce on his prey. Maggie knew she would be subject to the man’s anger at any point, readying herself mentally for the berating. Maggie never had anything out of place yet he always found something.

Maggie was sure she could smell his foul breath as he stopped in front of her, beady eyes measuring her up before he took another step closer. “Name.”

Maggie readied her M1, holding it out to him as was the procedure. He took no interest as his eyes stayed on Maggie’s face, watching as she rattled her name off. “Walter, Maggie, sir.”

The man took a pause, eyes travelling down Maggie’s torso and stopping for a moment before he looked back up at her. He made all the men nervous, but Maggie more so. It seemed that his eyes could never find her face when he was made to speak with her, only ever her chest.

“Your skirt is too short. Below the knee is the appropriate length. Do not think just because you’re a woman I will let this pass. Your pass is revoked.”

Maggie took a deep breath as Sobel left her personal bubble, making his way over to one of the men. Maggie thought a prayer in her head for whichever man Sobel decided to pick on.

“Private Perconte, did you blouse your trousers like a paratrooper?”

“No, Sir.” Maggie didn’t bother listening to the rest of Sobel’s nitpicking, she knew none of the men would stand a chance of keeping their passes. Maggie cursed Sobel in her mind, they were supposed to be headed to the pub for a few drinks and Maggie thought it would be the perfect moment to get involved.

A few drinks with the men might have allowed her a way into their now tight knit group. She needed them to trust her, needed them to know her as more than just their Lieutenant or than just a woman in the army. She needed them to know her as Maggie Walters, British woman fighting for the same cause as them - to protect their country and their families.

Dresden, November 1942

A harsh wind greeted Claire as she stepped out of the university building into the already dark evening. With a direct look down at the Elbe river, the blonde woman pulled the blue scarf she wore further into her face, trying to shield her chapped lips from the cold. Since her arrival in Dresden roughly a month ago, the winter crept closer and closer up their backs. With a tight grip on her messenger bag, Claire walked down the stairs, careful not to slip.

“Clara!” She was almost at the bottom when she heard a familiar voice call out her name from the top of the stairs. With a smile on her lip she turned around and looked up at Ilse.

The brunette hurried down the stairs, almost losing her brown barrette. Coming to a halt next to Claire, Ilse interlocked their arms. Together the two of them walked along the Brühl's terrace.

Ilse started to talk at some point but Claire’s attention was focused on the reflection the shop windows next to them offered. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Claire had to be careful. The Gestapo was more active than ever and she wasn’t too keen on being interrogated by them. The stories she had heard are enough to send shivers down her spine.

Craning her neck to look behind herself she saw a man, leaning against a wall. She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her as if he was a predator while she was his prey.

Ilse must have sensed Claire’s discomfort so she turned her head just as well. The color drained from the brunette's face and she tightened her grip on her friend.

Claire reached inside her jacket and flicked the cap of her hidden knife open. She had a deja vú as she thought of a similar situation only a few days ago. Just as now, she had the feeling of being watched from the darkness the night offered but she had Hans and Viktor by her side. Now she was alone with Ilse and Claire highly doubted that her friend was a skilled fighter.

Turning back to Ilse she quickened her pace.

“Are you alright?” Claire asked quietly. She already knew the answer but deep down Claire hoped that she was just being paranoid.

The woman in question nodded almost too eagerly, obviously trying to hide whatever she felt at the moment.

The rest of the walk continued in silence as both women were too busy taking in their surroundings. It was only a few minutes of them walking but it felt like ages to both of them and a look of relief made its way into Ilse’s face as they reached her home.

After a quick goodbye Claire was alone again. With one hand in her pocket, ready to draw the knife she was basically jogging to the apartment Hans and her shared. When she was younger she loved strolling down the dark streets with her brothers after being out for the night but here in Germany and with the darkening she felt cornered.

She could have gone back to the university and wait for Hans’ class to be over but that would have meant more waiting in the dark and that’s the least she wanted at the moment. After coming to a halt right at the blue door, Claire could feel a wave of relief wash over her. She felt so close to the safeness the shared home provided and with quick steps she made her way up the stairs to the apartment. Claire never heard the heavy door fall into its lock but she didn’t care as she unlocked the apartment door.

In a matter of seconds she was inside and closed the door. Leaning against it, she let out a shaky breath as her bag dropped to the floor.

“Endlich.” She mumbled and pushed herself up to a straight position. The feeling of being followed finally started to fade away and Claire decided to go to her room. She barely had the chance to open her jacket as someone knocked at the apartment door.

Claire waited and when the knocking continued she grabbed every weapon her room offered and hid them somewhere on her body. Tiptoeing to the entrance, she questioned who it could be. Ilse was home and surely wouldn’t go through the darkness on her own. Hans and Viktor still had their class for at least half an hour. No one else would be so persistent trying to get in.

Claire took a deep breath and clutched the hidden knife with a strong grip as she opened the door.

Four men stood in front of her, one of them was the man from earlier.

“Wer sind sie?“ Claire questioned with a voice, way higher and sweeter than usual as she blocked the entrance.

“Die Gestapo.“

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Translations:

“Finally.”

“Who are you?”

“The Gestapo.”

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