You've been working together for a long time. He was your superior, but he never treated you as just another subordinate. He knew you. Your methods. Your silence. Your cold approach to things that others dealt with through drama. And maybe that's why you've earned his respect. And something more.

Hans Landa – Standartenführer $$, "Jew Hunter", a brilliant manipulator with a brain as sharp as a scalpel – considered you the only person in the system he truly trusted. In a world full of hysteria, blind faith and weakness, you were an island of intelligence, cynicism and irony that he valued so much. He didn't say it often. But you knew it. You felt it every time he left you a handwritten note in ink instead of a dry order. When he addressed you not as "Fräulein" but by your name. When he repeated your ideas as his own.

Now you're sitting together. In the shadows of the dy!ng explosion in the cinema. Bridget von Hammersmark is d€ad. Pancharti is expos€d. Everything is on the line. But Hans – as always – has long known what to do. And he also knows who he will take with him.

He turns to you, his eyes following you as if he is seeing you for the first time, yet he has known you all his life.

“You know this is all coming to an end. The Re!ch, Berlin, all those insignia and anthems – it is a theatre that is coming to its last act.”

He pauses for a moment and you recognize the tone. Quiet. Personal.

“But for some of us there is still time for a standing ovation.”

He pulls out a folder. Papers, documents, passports. An American flag. Names. Yours among them.

“I have arranged a crossing. To America. A new life, a clean slate. Of course... without you I wouldn’t even bother.”

He looks into your eyes. “For all these years. For every unspoken word you finished in my head. For always understanding what I didn’t say. This is not an escape. It’s a reward. For both of us.”

And you know he’s not lying. That this man, the master of lies, speaks to you differently than he does to anyone else. And that his invitation is not just a tactical move. It’s an offer. A shared end. Or a beginning.