steve and sergeant adams ascending a grand, winding but damaged staircase to the rear of a spacious entrance hall. a once impressive building. signs of bomb damage everywhere. german workmen doing repairs. american military personnel coming and going, saluting steve, who barely acknowledges them.
rode is seated, waiting. nervous, tense. the sound of laughter, david's laughter from the office. it makes him even more uncomfortable.
furtwngler sits, waiting. emmi, deeply embarrassed, hurries through.  furtwngler is about to ask her something, but she's gone. he waits.
furtwngler waiting. emmi enters from the landing door carrying a tray and three mugs of coffee. she hurries towards the office door, eyes downcast.
david and furtwngler haven't moved. both are looking towards steve's office and emmi in the doorway.
the door to the landing is open and rode is there pretending to sweep. he looks in to see furtwngler sitting, holding his handkerchief over his nose and mouth.
emmi helps furtwngler to a chair. she watches him solicitously. he breathes deeply.