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We have decided to delve together to the
very bottom of our personal histories.

We have decided to confront them,
speaking without reserve,

without fear.
Remember. We must try to understand
if we are victims of guilt complexes.

If so, we must be
freed of them.

A guilt complex is a disturbance
of the psyche, a neurosis.

Let's not delude ourselves.
Memory is not made of shadows,

but of eyes which can stare straight
at you and fingers which point at you.

Information on existing witnesses
we have from Mario the cook.

We all know him. In particular, Kurt.
He was very useful.

I wanted him here tonight and sent word
to him. Instead, he disappeared.

- Any of you know anything?
- What do you want witnesses for?

Hans, you know all about my life.
Why rake everything up again?

That's my profession. You accepted
to take part in this group analysis.

I know, I know. Somebody speaks
and the others listen.

But in the end, something
happens within one's self.

Something does.
First we were all afraid. Now we're not.

And something else happens, Max.
I play the devil's advocate
in all this, and to do so I...

seek and I find
dangerous documentary evidence,

which I'll give to our colleague
so he can make a nice bonfire.

I also have a nice list
of witnesses I keep an eye on.

And I keep a most
particular eye on them...

because they're not as manageable
as a pile of papers.

Max, you must
have faith in Klaus.

Remember when we had
my trial here?

I felt as awful
as you feel now.

It did me good to speak,
to confess, to defend myself.

It did me good to clash with Klaus
when he accused me pitilessly.

When it was over, however,

I felt a great relief.
Perhaps, also, because Klaus
burned some 30 documents concerning you.

Just as he burned yours, Kurt.