Voice We have a warrant for your arrest.

Nollau (with Brandt and Guillaume) Half-past six this morning, Herr Chancellor. At his flat. His wife was also arrested.

Brandt And Pierre. Their son. Was he present? Did he see it happen?

Nollau I believe he came out of his bedroom while the arrest was being made. I'm pleased to say Guillaume confessed at once.

Guillaume I am a citizen of East Germany, and one of its officers. I must ask you to respect that.

Brandt A citizen of East Germany. One of its officers . . . He gave you the case. You wouldn't have had one otherwise. He sentenced himself.

Nollau I realise that a number of mistakes have been made in the course of this investigation, Herr Chancellor. I hope you feel it has now been pursued to a satisfactory conclusion.

Brandt He did it for Pierre. He betrayed me - and then he betrayed his other master as well. To explain to Pierre.

Nollau Perhaps also to explain to you, Herr Chancellor.

Guillaume (alone, sits) Sorry, Arno. The only time I dropped my guard in all the eighteen years I've spent here. The only mistake I made . . . I wonder where you are now? Vanished into the mist, I hope . . . Strange - you can see me. Gazing out at you from every newspaper and television screen in West Germany. You can guess what I'm doing, too. Reporting to you still! Inside my head. Telling you everything! Telling you sorry. Telling you I know I let Mischa down.

Brandt (with Ehmke) Trust no one. That's the miserable lesson of these last four years.

Ehmke Not even me. I hired him. I vetted him. Not even you. For a whole year you've known he was under surveillance. And not a word of warning to me.

Brandt What kind of man must he be, though? What kind of people are they who sent him? You're robbed by the beggar you befriend, and you feel ashamed for him. Ashamed for yourself, too, for trusting him.

Guillaume - And Willy. I let Willy down. I saw him on the news. He looked sick at heart. His first trip without me to watch over him. Wearing half of one suit and half of another! And no upturned faces! Who wrote his schedule? Who sent him on a walkabout when everyone was at home watching the football?

Wilke (with Ehmke) All the journalists are complaining. One of them said: 'It was never like this when Günter was organising it.' Meanwhile there's Willy, standing on a clifftop, gazing into the depths below.

Brandt - If you're going to fall, where's the better place to land? In the soft swamp of disgrace, to flounder helplessly on? Or on the hard ground, with all your struggles over? One long moment of terror, and then such . . . such simplicity.