Time: the end of World War II. Berlin is burning. The Nazi high command sends one of its generals to negotiate an equitable peace with the Allies. His sole bargaining chip is the top-secret formula that produces synthetic fuel which has powered the German fighting machine throughout the war. On route to his rendezvous, the Nazi is captured by an American patrol. Then, in a classic scene of capitalist connivance, an American major takes the formula from him, shakes the Nazi's hand and says: "General, from now on, the world is going to be one big happy corporation."
That is the beginning...
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