All language subtitles for Mother Night (1996).eng

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women's chorus and bing Crosby:
¶ be merry ¶

¶ and bright ¶

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¶ and may all your ¶

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¶ be white ¶

Do you prefer German
or English?

English.

You are to write down your
memoirs for the haifa institute

for the documentation
of war criminals.

You have 3 weeks
to complete your memoirs

before your trial begins.

Do you have any questions?

No. This is great.

Thanks for everything.

Man: You are
the only man I know

who has a bad conscience
about the war.

Who is this?

Bernard liebman.

I have guard duty
from 2:00 till 10:00.

Oh. I see.

Everyone else on either side

is convinced he couldn't
have acted in any other way.

How do you know I have
a bad conscience?

The way you talk in your sleep.

I can tell something
is troubling you.

What do you imagine is
troubling me, Bernard liebman?

All I heard were
a couple of names.

"Helga" was one.

Hmm.

"Hoess"

was the other one.

I knew hoess.

He had no trouble sleeping.

Slept like a baby
right up to the end.

You know this?

I guess so.

I helped hang him.

With your testimony?

No.

With my hands.

Did that give you
lots of satisfaction?

My job was to strap his ankles.

I did a very good job.

Hmm.

I see.

Afterwards, I packed
my bags to go home.

The catch on my suitcase
was broken,

so I buckled it shut
with a big leather strap.

Twice, within one hour,

I did the very same job.

Once to hoess...

Once to my suitcase.

Both jobs felt about the same.

Yeah.

I, Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

am an American by birth,

a Nazi by reputation,

and a nationless person
by inclination.

I am awaiting a fair trial

for my war crimes
by the state of Israel.

Howard: I was born
in schenectady, New York,

on February the 16th, 1904.

My father was raised
in Tennessee,

the son of a baptist minister.

He was a service engineer
for general electric.

Because of his work,

most of his reading

consisted of trade journals
and technical books.

There were a few
notable exceptions.

Howard!

Howard: In 1919,

when general electric
relocated my father,

we left schenectady

and moved to Berlin, Germany.

By 1938,

I had become a successful
playwright in the German language,

and I had married
the young, beautiful,

and famous German actress
Helga noth.

When my parents left Germany,

they asked me to return to
the United States with them.

I didn't.

Helga: "My dear...

"Sweet Ava,

"this is the only way.

"I know how to make good

the frightful wrong
which has befallen us."

"It does not matter
what lies ahead,

"for I have a full life
behind me...

"all in those few...

Sweet hours with you."

"I once told you

"that I would pledge my life

"for our nation of 2...

"And reside there...

"Even in death...

"As surely as I
reside in heaven

when your arms are around me."

"Soon it will be time
to keep that pledge,

"and I rejoice to think

"that earthly distractions
will no longer intrude

on my eternal devotion to you."

"From this moment forward..."

"Our nation of 2..."

"Is the only country

I've ever known."

Howard: As the insanity
of the world descended on us,

my Helga and I survived

by pledging our undying loyalty

to the only nation
that made any sense to us.

It was called...

Das reich zu zwei...

the nation of 2.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Howard: It was only one month

after my parents returned
to the United States,

3 years before America
would enter the war,

when I first met
my blue fairy godmother.

Howard: I call him
my blue fairy godmother

because no one believes
he existed but me.

But he really does exist,

or at least he did

on that Sunday afternoon
so long ago in Berlin.

Nice-lookin' men.

I suppose. Ahem.

Do you speak English?

Yes.

Thank God.

I've been goin' crazy tryin'
to find someone to talk to.

Ha ha.

Pardon me?

I'm sorry. You mind
if I come over there

so we don't have to holler?

As you please. Ahem.

"As you please," huh?

That sounds like something
an englishman would say.

You English, are ya?

Ho ho. No. I'm American.

That a fact?

Any of my beeswax what
you do for a living?

Writer.

No kiddin'?

Well, there's a coincidence,

'cause I was just
sittin' over there

wishin' I could write,

'cause I thought up
one hell of a story.

There's this American, see?

And he's been livin'
in Germany so long

he's practically
a German himself.

He writes plays in German.

He's married to a
beautiful German actress.

He knows a lot
of big-shot Nazis

who like to hang around
theater people.

Ha ha ha.

Who are you?

Oh, wait a minute.
This gets better.

So this fella knows
there's a war comin'.

He figures America's
gonna be on one side,

Germany's gonna be
on the other.

So this American,

who's been nothin' but polite

to the Nazis up to now,

decides to pretend
he's a Nazi himself,

and he stays on in Germany
once the war comes

and gets to be a very
useful American spy.

Ha.

I asked, "who are you?"

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I got so carried away I just...

Here you go.

That's me.

Mm.

Oh.

Ahem.

So, Mr. Campbell,

what'd you think
of my little story?

What did I think of it?

Oh, I don't think much of it.

I mean, it's, uh...

Highly implausible.
It's ridiculous.

Oh, that's ok, 'cause...

Today isn't when you give me
your final answer, anyway.

Final answer?

Look, if you imagine that I'm gonna
go home and think this over,

you're mistaken.

I'm gonna sleep like a log.

I'm not a political man.

I'm just not.

I'm an artist.

If a war comes, it's just gonna
have to get along without me.

Well, I wish ya all the
luck in the world, Howard.

The worse this Nazi thing gets,

the less anyone's
gonna sleep like a log.

Well, I don't know, maybe.

We'll see.

That's right. We'll see.

That's why I don't expect
your final answer today.

If you go through with this,

it'll be strictly on your own.

Working your way up with the
Nazis as high as you can go.

To do this right,

you'll have to commit nothing
less than high treason.

Even if you do live through
the war without being caught,

your government will never
acknowledge your role as an agent.

We couldn't afford
the security breach.

You come lookin' for a pardon,

they'll deny they
ever heard of ya.

You'll be left hung out to dry.

Ha.

You make it sound
so attractive.

Oh, I have a feeling

I've made it sound very
attractive to you, Howard.

I've seen your plays.

Really?

And what did you
learn from them?

You're obsessed with the notion

of pure hearts and heroism.

You love good,
and you hate evil.

And you'd sacrifice anything

in the name of romance.

I'll be in touch.

Howard: It was every
playwright's secret dream...

to create the most challenging
role I could imagine

and then play the part myself.

Man: Cue theme music.

Howard: "Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

"This is
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"the last free American,

"speaking to you
from Berlin, Germany,

"the heart of the free world.

"There is a fine article

"in the current reader's digest

"entitled,

"there are no atheists
in foxholes.

"Well, today, I would like to
expand on this theme a little

"and tell you that
even though this is a war

"inspired by the Jews,

"a war that only the Jews
can profit from,

"you will find

"there are no Jews
in foxholes, either.

Every g.I. Joe knows..."

Howard narrating:
Every Sunday afternoon,

wherever my voice
could be heard,

people stopped
whatever they were doing

just to hear what I'd say next.

Even Berlin's chief of
police and his family

were devoted listeners...

and not just because
they were my in-laws.

Howard on radio: "Now,
to the American folks at home,

"I want you to think

of all the Jews living
in your neighborhood."

Howard narrating: It took me
only a couple of hours

to write each speech,

after which I'd hand it over
to the propaganda ministry

for their notes.

Among those who examined it

was another allied agent

whose identity
never was revealed to me.

"Do they have more
or less gasoline?"

My speech would be returned
with all sorts of notations,

including those left
by my fellow spy.

"...to these questions..."

These markings would dictate
certain vocal mannerisms...

pauses, emphases,

coughs, stumbles,
throat clearings.

"Now let me ask you this:

"Do you know...

"Of a single Jewish family

"that has ever received
a telegram from Washington

"that begins... ahem...

"the secretary of war
expresses his deep regret

"that your son was killed
in defense of his country?

"Hmph. Of course not.

No Jewish family would ever
receive such a telegram..."

"Thanks to a personal guarantee

"from the American dictator...

Franklin delano rosenfeld."

Howard narrating:
It was in this manner

that I broadcast coded
information out of Germany.

I don't know to this day
what information

went out through me.

"Why do you take arms

"against your German brothers?

"You know that
Germany's objectives

"are the same as your own.

"You must understand
that the Jews...

"Can only thrive in a nation

"which lives in slavery.

"So, my brothers,

"lay down your arms.

"By fighting this war,

"you'll only fortify
the bank accounts

"of your political leaders

who blindly serve
their Jewish masters."

"This has been
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"the last free American.

"Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler."

You are a murderer.

You are a coward.

You are all cowards!

You are murdering children!

You should rot in hell!

Damn you! Phooey!

Aah! Aah!

Man: Howard just
instinctively understands

the German ideal
of right and wrong,

the certain triumph
of good over evil,

and the redemptive
power of romance.

Ah, that is quite taken...

just promise me one thing,

that you will not leave
the propaganda ministry

and return to play
writing full-time.

Little chance of
that, herr goebbels.

I've always found it
ironic that the man

who so eloquently
communicates our ideals

to the masses

should be born in America.

Well, it's...

It's not so ironic.

I've long considered myself

a spiritual native
of my adopted fatherland.

Something I've always
wondered, herr Campbell,

do you ever miss America?

Sometimes. Of course I do.

It's, um...

But I could never be happy

with the Jews in charge
of everything.

Goebbels: Jews. The Jews will
be taken care of in due time.

Our friend hoess here
is seeing to that

at a little health resort
he's running in Auschwitz.

My wife and I
live for that day.

Is there a chance we might
meet Mrs. Campbell?

Yes. Of course, herr hoess.

I'll ask Helga to join us,

if you'll excuse me.

Goebbels: If that woman
walked off a cliff,

I swear, Howard
would follow her.

Howard: Time passed.

I never told my Helga
I was a spy.

To tell her
would only put her in danger

and make her live
in constant fear.

So I hid my true self from her,

knowing that politics

had no place
in our nation of 2.

I suppose the moral here is:

You must be careful
what you pretend to be,

because in the end,

you are what you pretend to be.

Howard: History says
the war ended in 1945.

In fact, it ended
one year earlier.

My nation of 2 was the loser,

insanity the Victor.

There were no prisoners.

No survivors.

Why would the Germans
want to kill my Helga?

Man: Sir...

I said enemy guns.

The Russians.

It was Russian fire.

The Russians.

Oh.

It was tragic timing, sir.

The Russians fired
on the crimean camp

where she was
entertaining troops.

Reich marshal goring

will issue an
official commendation

for Mrs. Campbell's bravery.

I am sure she would
be very proud.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Hmm.

Is there anything
I can do for you...

No, no, no.

Herr Campbell?

Please.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

the last free American,

speaking to you
from Berlin, Germany,

the heart of the free world.

Radio: As you know,
the bolshevik hordes

continue their barbaric
advance towards Berlin.

Let the Jewish leaders who are
exalted by our temporary setbacks

be warned that national socialism
will never allow Germany

to fall under the heels
of the black beast

who terrorizes our women
and children.

As for my American brothers,

you are fools if you believe
your dictator.

Franklin delano rosenfeld
is concerned with your welfare.

Ahem.

If you fail to heed the warning
of your Aryan brothers,

the fate that awaits you
is the fate you deserve.

German victory is certain,

for it is a moral victory.

The final blow will be
struck by Adolf Hitler.

This has been
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

the last free American.

You may not hear from me
for a while.

Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler.

Howard...

Herr noth.

Interesting time
to visit your in-laws.

If you wish to stay a while,

perhaps you can help me greet
the Russians when they arrive.

I'm going to the front.

Right over that way.

An easy walk from here.

You can make it in a day...

Picking buttercups as you go.

May I ask where
you're moving to?

I'm staying here.

My wife is at my brother's
home in cologne.

Resi will join her today.

But why stay here?

With the Russian army
at my doorstep?

I'm still the chief of police.

I'll not have my people
say that I fled

with my tail between my legs.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes.

You can shoot resi's dog.

It can't make the trip, and I
can't take care of it here,

so you can shoot it.

Where is it?

In the music room with resi.

She knows it's to be shot.

You'll have
no trouble with her.

All right.

You broke my heart when
you married my daughter.

I wanted a German soldier
for a son-in-law.

Yes. I know.

Because I hated you so much,

I studied you.

I listened to
everything you said.

Never missed a broadcast.

Did you know that
until this very moment

nothing would have
delighted me more

than to prove you a spy...

To see you shot.

Now I couldn't care less
if you are a spy.

Do you know why?

No.

Because now I know that
even if you were a spy,

you could never have served the
enemy as well as you served us.

All the ideals that make
me proud of being a Nazi,

they came not from Hitler,

not from goebbels,

but from you.

You alone kept me from concluding
that Germany had gone insane.

Resi...

Now, look how you've grown.

You are here to kill my dog,

aren't you?

Ahem.

Yes.

But, resi, it's not something
I want to do very much.

That's all right.

I never liked it anyway.

I just felt sorry for it.

I'm going to the front.

I just came to say good-bye.

Which front?

The Russian.

You'll die, then?

Well, maybe not.

Everybody who isn't dead
now will be dead soon,

including me.

No, no, no, no, no, resi.

I'm sure you're
going to be fine.

That's all right.

It won't hurt.

Suddenly I just
won't be anymore.

Since we'll all be dead soon,

I might as well
tell you something.

What is it?

I love you.

Oh, resi, that's very sweet.

No. I mean I really love you.

When Helga was alive and
you two would come here,

sometimes I envied her,

and sometimes I hated her.

When she died, I dreamt that I
would grow up and marry you

and be a famous actress, and
you'd write plays for me.

Hmm.

I see.

Resi...

I'm very honored.

That's all right.

It doesn't mean anything now.

Nothing means anything.

Go ahead and shoot the dog.

Howard: Resi was
only half right.

From what I could gather,
she was dead before long,

but I went on living.

Had I actually traveled
to the Russian front,

surely I would have died
as resi predicted.

Instead, I motorcycled
around the German countryside

thinking I could simply
wait out the war.

My little respite ended
2 months later

when I was captured by lieutenant Bernard b.
O'Hare of the American 3rd army.

I had said good morning
to him in passing,

and he recognized my voice
from the radio broadcasts.

O'Hare seemed to take all those
things I said rather personally.

Uhh!

After my capture

the American army escorted
me on a private tour

of the Nazi death camp
at oerdre.

They thought
it would be interesting

to see my reaction
to the fruits of my labor.

Take a good look at your
kraut friends, Campbell,

'cause you're next.

To me, they looked
quite peaceful.

2 days later I was driven
away by 2 American soldiers.

I couldn't quite tell
if they knew who I was.

Well, Howard...

What did you think of that war?

Is that you, wirtanen?

I got to hand it to you...
you lived through it.

A lot of people
didn't, you know.

Yes.

Yes, I know. I know.

My wife... My wife,
for instance.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

I found out about that a
few days before you did.

You found out
about it before me?

How did you find that out?

That was one of the pieces of
information you broadcast that week.

I broadcast that...

That my wife had died?

I didn't even know it?

You knew she was
dead and I didn't?

I... I would have liked
to have mourned.

Well, what happens to me now?

You've already disappeared.

The 3rd army's
been relieved of ya,

there's no records to show
that you were ever captured.

So, Howard,

where do you want
to go from here?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't suppose there's a hero's
welcome waiting for me anywhere.

Hardly.

We can't exactly start bragging

about all the clever
tricks we pulled.

We might need them again
for the next war.

No, your role
will remain classified,

and Uncle Sam's
official position is

that you're
the scum of the earth.

Scum of the earth, huh?

What about my parents?

I'm sorry, Howard. They both
died about 6 months ago.

Both?

Father first and your
mother 2 days later.

Heart both times.

Oohh...

Uh, did anyone tell them
what I was really doing?

Come on, Howard. What
were we supposed to do,

sacrifice our radio station
in the heart of Berlin

for the peace of mind
of two old people?

Oh, no, no.
We wouldn't want that!

Well, how many people did
know what I was really doing?

There were three of us.

Just three?

That's plenty. It's
probably too many.

Three people knew me
for what I really was?

Everyone else knew you
for what you were, too.

Wait. How can you say that?

What are you thinking,
I'm a Nazi?

I wasn't a Nazi.

Well, let me ask you
something, Howard...

what would you have done
if Germany had won the war,

marched right up to your pal
goebbels and surrendered,

told him you were actually
a patriotic American spy?

Yes, I might have! I might
have marched right in there!

I might've escaped.
I don't know.

Oh, all right...

You want me to be a Nazi?

You go ahead.

Classify me as a Nazi.

You want to hang me?

You go ahead, you hang me if
you think it'll raise morale.

I don't consider this
life any great treasure.

Well, I just want you to know

how little we can
really do for you.

How little?

False identity, some cash,
transportation to a new place...

Anywhere you'd
like to go, Howard?

How 'bout New York?

You can lose yourself
pretty easily.

There's plenty of work
if you want it.

All right.

New York, then.

Of the three that knew I was a
spy, who were the other two?

The second was general
Donovan of the o.S.S.,

and the third...

I'm sorry to say is dead.

You used to attack him every
night on your broadcast.

You called him
Franklin delano rosenfeld.

He got a big kick out of that.

He used to listen
to you every night.

Howard: At first I lived
under a false name.

The idea was to start
from scratch,

lead a new life.

After a while, though,
it became clear

that I really had no life,

so the alias
became unnecessary,

and I went back
to using my own name.

No one ever asked whether I was
the Howard w. Campbell, Jr.

All of my belongings, like
myself, were war surplus,

coming from recreation kits
intended for troops overseas.

They even included
phonograph records,

so I became the proud owner
of 26 copies

of bing Crosby's
white Christmas.

Bing Crosby: ¶ ...Christmas ¶

¶ just like the ones ¶

I survived my purgatory
in New York

the same way I survived the
hell of wartime Germany...

I let my emotions be stirred
by only one thing...

my love for Helga.

It remained the permanent axis

about which my thoughts
revolved.

To you, my love,

to your beauty,

and to my undying devotion.

To das reich... Zu zwei...

Nation of 2.

Mm...

It's very nice, isn't it?

It's very dry.

Just the way you like it, hmm?

Yes.

¶ And children listen ¶

¶ to hear ¶

¶ sleigh bells in the snow ¶

¶ I'm dreaming ¶

¶ of a white... ¶

¶ With every Christmas
card I write... ¶

Dr. Epstein?

Yes.

I'm your neighbor
from upstairs.

I've cut myself.

Well, you won't need stitches.

The blood often
makes these things

look worse than
they really are.

Well, thank you, doctor.
I'm very grateful.

No problem.

I'm only sorry it took this

to provide an introduction.

Yes.

Yes. No, you're right.

That's a very
famous name you have.

Pardon me?

You never heard of
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

broadcasting from Berlin?

From Berlin...

Yes, I do remember now.

Um... It was a long time ago.

I never listened to him,

but I remember
he was in the news.

Those things fade.

Those things should fade.

That insane moment in history
should be forgotten.

You know of Auschwitz?

Yes, yes, of course
I know of Auschwitz.

That is where I spent
my young womanhood,

and my son the doctor here,

he spent his childhood.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

Forget Auschwitz.

It doesn't do any good.

There.

No need for amputation.

Just keep it dry
for a few days.

Well, thank you.

No problem.

I'll see you out.

Sprechen sie deutsch?

What?

Pardon me?

I asked if you spoke German.

Oh... No, no, no,
I'm afraid not.

Uh...

Auf wiedersehen.

Good-bye. That's
good-bye, isn't it?

No.

It's "till we meet again."

Oh. Till we meet again.

Well...

Auf wiedersehen.

Yes.

Auf wiedersehen.

Man: Campbell?

Yes?

Campbell...

It's adolph eichmann.

I'm in the cell above you.

Yes. Eichmann, hello.

You're always typing in there,

day and night
and night and day.

Typing, typing, typing...

Is it bothering you?

No.

I'm a heavy sleeper.

I'm only curious.

Are you preparing your memoir?

Yes. A command performance
for the haifa institute.

Ah. You're a lucky man.

I'm lucky?

How do you consider me lucky?

You can type.

I'm writing mine longhand.

Howard: One day I got the idea

that a hobby might help
pass the time in purgatory.

Ironically,

in my solitude
I had created something

that could only be used in concert
with another human being.

Yeah.

George kraft?

Who is it?

I'm, uh, Howard Campbell,

your neighbor from upstairs.

What do you want?

I want to know
if you play chess.

I didn't know I had a
painter living under me.

Where do you show your work?

I don't show my work.

Well, you should.

You been painting
all your life?

Well, not really.

Uh...

My wife died 4 years ago,

and I had the choice of either
coming to greenwich village

and becoming a painter

or blowing my brains out,

so I, uh, I flipped a
coin, and here I am.

At least you had painting
you could turn to.

What does that mean?

You mean you lost
your wife, too?

Yeah. I see you in the hallway,

and I say, "yes, this man, too,

is a member
of the brotherhood."

The brotherhood?

The brotherhood of
the walking wounded.

It's the largest
organization in the world.

You don't even know it
exists until you're in it.

You get your membership card

when you lose the one
thing in the world

that gives your life
any meaning.

And the thing that
bonds you together,

the thing that holds
the group in one piece

is the fact that the members

are absolutely incapable

of speaking to one another.

Sorry. I...

Rattle on.

How'd you lose your wife?

I can't speak about it.

Well, of course you
can't speak about it.

You're a member
of the brotherhood.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Howard: The day came
that I told him everything.

It all spilled out of me.

You know, I knew
the war was over

and Germany was going to lose,

and here I was
an American spy...

My parents, my boyhood
in Germany,

about Helga
and her nation of 2,

my blue fairy godmother,
the speeches, the code,

my capture,

and my banishment to purgatory.

I didn't have
anything to live for.

I lost my wife.

I lost my nation of 2...

George kraft,
my only living friend,

took it all in stride.

But why doesn't the
government come forward

and say this man you're
spitting on is a hero?

George...

Nobody spits on me.

Nobody even knows I'm alive.

Life continued unchanged...

For a while.

"Howard w. Campbell, Jr., a great
writer and fearless American patriot

"now lives in poverty
and in loneliness

"in a one-bedroom apartment

"at 61 bethune street
in New York City.

"Such is the fate of thinking men
brave enough to tell the truth

"about the conspiracy of international
Jewish bankers and communists

"who will not rest until the body of
every American is hopelessly polluted

with negro
and/or oriental blood."

Maybe it was the lady downstairs...
Epstein's mother.

Why wouldn't she just
call the authorities?

Why would she send my address
to some racist newsletter?

Why don't you put pen to paper
and set the record straight?

It's about time you started
writing again anyway.

I'm afraid dead men
don't write very well.

That's not true.

All the best writers are dead.

That's the most truthful
thing you've said today.

Listen to me.

It's because while you're dead,

you have nothing to lose.

You can be completely
courageous.

Find yourself a woman,
start writing again.

- A woman?
- A woman.

George, you better
stop drinking

or my portrait's gonna
look like a Picasso.

Don't change the subject.

I'm not changing the subject.

Sit up.

I am sitting up.

All right, I tell you what.

You get a woman,
then I'll get one.

I don't need a woman.

I'm on fire for my muse.

You, however, you're a mortal.

You need a woman.

I already got one.

No, you don't. Yes, I do.

Had a woman. Past tense.
She's dead.

I don't wanna talk about this.

I'm only telling you
what you need to hear.

All right, look, you're
gonna speak the truth...

oh, God... did I hit a nerve?

No, you didn't hit a nerve.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I am perfectly fine.
No, don't be sorry.

Please, I... no, don't
be humble, George.

I'm fine. I'm abject.

No, you're not abject.

I feel really...

Go ahead, talk.
I can't hear you.

God, I just... I just
shoot my mouth off,

and I... I don't know...

¶ Da da da da da da... ¶

bleeah! Bleeah!

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

Who is it?

Howard w. Campbell, Jr.?

Who is it?

It's the reverend Dr. Lionel
Jones, d.D.S., d.D.

I presume you received
our complimentary issue

of the white Christian
minuteman.

It's all right, Howard.
I'm with friends.

Howard w. Campbell.

What an honor.

I feel as if my whole life

was leading up to this moment.

How do you do?

Please, allow me to introduce
you to my bodyguard,

August krapptauer...

weissbundesfuhrer emeritus
of the German-American bund.

A great, great pleasure,
Mr. Campbell.

And my secretary,
father Patrick keeley,

former chaplain of
the Detroit gun club.

Words fail me, herr Campbell.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Could we get some water?

Yeah. Of course, of course.

Uh, the climb up your stairs

was quite an effort for
our Mr. Krapptauer.

Might we, uh, bother you
for a glass of water?

All right.

Come on in.

Oh, this is my good
friend and neighbor,

George kraft.

How do you do?

Yours?

Uh, yes.

What a marvelous likeness
of our Mr. Campbell.

You've done a masterful job

capturing the jaw line.

Have you a background
in dentistry?

Dentistry? No.

Well, as one who has devoted
his life to dental medicine,

allow me to say that you
have perfectly duplicated.

Mr. Campbell's Aryan jaw line.

Oh, I'm thrilled
that you noticed.

How could I miss it?

Are you familiar with my book,

Christ was not a Jew?

I...Could never find a copy.

Oh, that's too bad.

Father keeley, make a note

that we must send Mr. Kraft
an autographed copy.

In it, I reproduce 50
famous paintings of Christ

and point out that
not one of them

shows Jewish jaws or teeth.

I don't know what to say.

Well, I had to publish
the book myself,

but what can you expect

when the publishing
industry is run by Jews?

Ahem.

Oh, of course. Forgive me.

I've been talking so much,

I almost forgot what
brought us here.

What does bring
you here, Jones?

A surprise for you,
Mr. Campbell,

waiting downstairs.

Why don't you just tell me
what this is about?

Forgive me, Mr. Campbell,

but I have promised not
to spoil the surprise.

Now, I give my word,
if you're displeased,

we'll take it away with us
and leave you in peace.

Where is it?

At the bottom of the stairwell.

You can't miss it.

All right.

Want me to go with you?

No... I'll be right back.

Helga!

If there is no room
in your life for me...

I will say good-bye,

and I will never
bother you again.

Helga...

No room in my life?

My life here is nothing
but room for you.

Howard: My God, you're alive!

How can it be?

Oh, look at you.
You haven't changed.

Helga: There is so much to tell.

Yes. Helga...

I always knew you'd come back.

I always knew that.

I just didn't know...
When or how.

There's somebody
I want you to meet.

I want you to meet
George kraft. George?

George, this is Helga.

Hello, hello. Welcome.

I presume you weren't
disappointed.

How did you do this?

How did you bring
my wife back to me?

A subscriber in west
Germany wired me

that Mrs. Campbell had
just arrived as a refugee.

One day, I learn
that you're alive,

a month later, that
your wife is alive.

What can I call a coincident
like that but the hand of God?

Why don't we let them
have a few minutes alone?

Yes, of course.

Our chauffeur will bring
up Mrs. Campbell's bags.

No need, no need.

Fool! What are you doing?

I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine.

You're risking your life,

exerting yourself like that.

It's an honor to risk my life

for a man who served
Adolf Hitler

as well as
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.

Ohh!

He's gone.

Maybe we should call
an ambulance.

Yes, yes.

That's terrible, just terrible.

Keeley: Lord, dear lord...

Who's going to carry
the torch now?

Excuse me.

Everything all right up here?

No, as a matter of fact.

August just died.

Oh, no. That's a shame.

Now that's a real shame.

Mr. Campbell,
Robert sterling Wilson,

the black fuehrer of Harlem.

Howard Campbell.
I heard about you,

but I ain't never
listened to you.

That's all right.

Yes. We was on different sides.

See, I was on the side
of the colored folks...

I was with the Japanese.

I hear you say

you didn't think colored
folks was so good.

Now, now, Robert, let's not
squabble amongst ourselves.

Let's all work
to pull together.

Now, I'm just tellin' him

like I tell you and the
reverend every mornin',

colored people gonna have a
hydrogen bomb all they own,

and pretty soon, they
gonna give Japan

the honor of droppin'
the first one.

Where?

China, I guess.

On other colored people?

Now, who ever told you
a chinaman was colored?

Helga: Gunther,
father, and resi...

Are all dead.

Yes, yes, I... I know.

But I...

I am alive.

Helga... How?

Oh, I...

No, no, no. It's all right.
It doesn't matter.

Our life starts tonight.

We'll check into a hotel.

Tomorrow, we'll find
a new place to live.

I found an old store
that has our bed in it.

Do you remember our old bed?

Yes.

Ja.

We'll start again
right where we left off...

our nation of 2.

Das...

Das reich zu zwei.

Yes.

But...

We do not have to
check into a hotel.

Helga...

It's been so long.

I'm no longer a young man.

Howard: She had been captured
and raped in the crimea,

and then shipped to the Ukraine

and put to work
on a labor gang.

Nobody told her
the war was over.

After her repatriation,

she was sent to dresden
in east Germany

and put to work in
a cigarette factory.

Eventually, she escaped
to west Berlin,

and days later, she was
flying back to my embrace.

All that mattered now

was that our nation of 2
was whole again.

Hello.

Hello.

Welcome home.

Now, here... here it is.

Excuse us.

Here, Helga, right here.

Here's the bed.

Oh, it's locked.

Veteran's day.

Veteran's day! Damn it!

Oh! God damn it!

Howard, you have changed.

Oh, Helga, forgive me.
I'm sorry.

Yes, I've changed,

but people should be
changed by world wars.

Otherwise what are
world wars for?

But maybe you have
changed so much

that you do not
love me anymore.

No, no, Helga. How could you say
that after last night, huh?

Really, we have not
talked anything over.

But, Helga, what was
there to talk about?

No words could change
the way I feel.

Do you mean it?

Yes. Of course I mean it.

Nothing I could say
could spoil it?

No, Helga, no.

Nothing you could ever
say could spoil it.

Never, never.

I'm not Helga.

I'm resi... Her little sister.

What?

You said you loved me.

How could you do this to me?

I love you.

You love me? How
could you love me?

You don't even know who I am!

When I got to west Berlin,

they gave me papers
to fill out:

Name, occupation,
nearest living relative.

I had a choice.

I could stay resi noth,
cigarette machine operator

with no family anywhere,

or I could be Helga noth,
famous actress

and wife of a brilliant, handsome
playwright living in America...

a man I love deeply.

Who should I have been?

Howard, for 10 years
in that factory,

the only thing
that kept me alive

were daydreams of being
my sister Helga.

So resi disappeared.

I don't know what to say.

You picked a hell
of a person to be.

That is who I am.

I am Helga.

You believed it.

Was I or was I not
Helga to you last night?

That's a hell of a question
to ask a gentleman.

Am I entitled to an answer?

Howard...

Would you sometime
write a play for me?

I don't think
I can write anymore.

Did Helga inspire you to write?

Not to write,

but to write the way I wrote.

We used to say that
I wrote parts for her

that let her play the
quintessence of Helga.

I want you to do
that for me one day.

The qu...

the quintess...

quintessence.

Quin...

quin...

qui...

the quintessence of resi.

Resi. Mmm.

Maybe I will.

Howard: Resi was growing
younger by the second.

Although she had bleached her
hair white to appear older,

it now spoke to me of peroxide

and girls who run away
to Hollywood.

Finally, I have a home.

It takes a heap and a million
to make a house a home.

Who did that?

Who did what?

That.

Howard Campbell?

You know him?

No.

No? It's funny. You
look just like him.

Don't that look like the
gentleman you're with?

Well, let me see.

Uhh! Aah!

Howard!

Before the Jews
put you in the zoo,

I'm gonna have a little
fun with you myself.

You felt that one, huh?

That was for private
Irving Buchanan.

Is that you?

No. He was my best friend.

5 Miles in from Omaha beach,

the Germans cut his nuts off

and hung 'em from
a telephone pole.

And this, this is
for ansel brewer!

Ohh! No!

He got run over by a
tiger tank in aachen.

And this is for Eddie mccarty!

He got hit in the head

by a schmeizer in the ardennes.

And this, this is for...

resi: No!

Helga...

Shh. Do not speak, liebling.

Where are we?

We are safe.

You have been asleep.

They will not find us here.

Who... who won't find us here?

The Jews, sweetheart.

What's on my chest?

You had your ribs taped up.

By whom?

The doctor who lives
in your building.

Oh. Epstein.

Ja. That was him.

He was very nice.

I used his phone
to call Dr. Jones,

and he brought us here.

Well, nice to have friends.

Ja. Come in.

Wilson: How's he doin'?

He has just woken up.

How's your head?

Splitting.

You ought to take an aspirin.

Thanks for the advice.

Well, you see, most things
in this world don't work,

but aspirin do.

Resi, the newspapers.

Is it true the Israelis
want to put me on trial?

Dr. Jones says the American
government will not let you go,

but the Jews will send
men to kidnap you

like they did herr eichmann.

It ain't like havin' a Jew here
and a Jew there after you.

They got everything after you
but the Jewish hydrogen bomb.

Heh heh heh.

What the hell was that?

That was your friend.

Jones?

No. George kraft.

What's George doing here?

He is coming with us.

We are all leaving the country.

Dr. Jones has made
the arrangements.

Howard! Look who's
up and around.

How do you feel?

I'd stand a better chance

if it weren't for the
racket you're making.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just
killing a little time.

God, you scared me
half to death, Howard.

I was worried sick about you.

Well, George, you know,

it was bound to happen
sooner or later.

Well, it's all for the best.

You'll see. You'll
have a new identity,

get a new place, new country.

You'll start writing again.

I might even be a better
painter in Mexico.

Mexico?

Well, look who's
back on his feet.

Well, I guess you can't
keep a good man down.

That's the spirit.

Howard, Wednesday night
is the weekly meeting

of the iron guard of the white
sons of the American constitution.

Father keeley and I
want to stay

to a memorial service
for August krapptauer.

We thought that perhaps you,
being krapptauer's mentor,

might say a few words.

I've thought of
a general theme,

if that helps.

I'm sure I could use one.

I think the theme should be

"his truth goes marching on."

Hmm.

Hmm.

What can I possibly say

to a bunch
of junior storm troopers?

You know, I knew
their fearless leader

for all of 20 seconds before he
dropped dead on my stairway.

You will find the right words.

You always do.

When we get to Mexico,

I'm going to write again.

Did I have something to
do with this miracle?

Mm-hmm. Everything.

No.

Very little.

But some.

Yes.

It's a real miracle.

It's the talent
you were born with.

No, no, no, no.

The real miracle...

Is your ability
to raise the dead.

The love does that.

Yes, yes.

It raised me, too.

Today, the mayor
admitted his embarrassment

that a notorious war criminal

had been living
an anonymous life

in New York for at least
some of that time.

He also noted that neither he

nor the United States
government

have any authority
to hand Campbell over

to the Israeli government
for trial.

However, it all may be
a moot point.

Howard w. Campbell

has once again
escaped without a trace.

This is Campbell's
last known residence.

A modest apartment
in greenwich village

has been vandalized by locals,

angered by Campbell's
latest escape from justice.

The United States government

has promised to make
a full review

of Campbell's
citizenship status

and find out why he was never
brought to trial previously.

In the meantime, Israel has stepped
up its demands for Campbell,

encouraged by the idea

that he may not be
a citizen of the U.S.

That he may in fact

be a citizen of nowhere at all.

We must never forget

that a propagandist
of Campbell's sort

is every bit as much
of a mass murderer

as eichmann, himmler,

and even Hitler.

How many millions of people
lost their lives

because of the lies
he spread during the war?

We will find Campbell

just as we found eichmann.

A man can't hide forever

when his hands are covered

with the blood
of 6 million human beings.

Howard w. Campbell Jr.
Wanted to be here tonight

to tell you of his long
and fulfilling association

with your fallen hero,

but he's asked me
to make this brief statement

to you on his behalf.

"The truth of your leader
August krapptauer

"and those like him

"will be with mankind forever

"as long as there are
men and women

who listen to their guts
instead of their minds."

And now for a special treat.

A subscriber to the white
Christian minuteman in Vermont

has made us a loan
of some very rare material,

which I'm sure you'll find
most inspiring.

Robert.

Campbell on film: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is Howard w. Campbell
Jr., the last free American.

Tonight, I would like
to ask a common question.

Why are we enemies of the Jew?

The answer is simple.

The Jew is the cause and
the beneficiary of our slavery.

He is made two halves
off the fatherland.

The Jew has no interest in the
solution of Germany's problems.

He can't have. He wants
them to remain unsolved.

You see, he has
a better trump in his hand

when a nation lives in slavery

than when it is free.

The Jew is the cause
of our misery,

and today he lives
on our truths.

And that is why
as nationalist socialists

we are enemies of the Jew.

He has ruined our race,

rotted our morals,

corrupted our traditions,

and broken our power.

As long as we are true
to our Aryan heritage,

he is a leper among us.

If we ignore our destiny,

he will triumph
over us and our future.

The Jew is the plastic demon

of the fall of mankind.

He thrives
in filth and garbage.

He spreads disease.

He steals our possessions
and lusts after our women.

He pretends to be
a friend of this victim,

and before the
unfortunate one knows it,

his neck is broken.

We are Jew-haters

because we are proud
to be aryans.

It isn't true that we eat a
Jew with every breakfast,

but it is true

that the Jew is slowly
eating away at our future.

That is going to change

as surely as we are aryans,

as surely as world supremacy

is the birthright
of the Aryan race.

This has been
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

the last free American.

Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler.

I gotta admit, Howard.

Act III had me
on the edge of my seat.

A blue fairy godmother.

I was beginning to wonder
if you really existed.

Oh, I exist all right.

I'm just retired, 8 years now.

Imagine my surprise

when they called me out of
retirement 2 months ago.

For me?

Why all this sudden
interest in me?

That's what I was
supposed to find out.

Well, you know,

it's no mystery why the
Israelis would want me.

No, the mystery is
why the Russians think

you're such a fat prize.

The Russians?

What Russians?

Well, at least
2 in this country.

One is your friend

colonel ilora poropov.

Poropov? No...

I'm sorry.

You know him as George kraft.

He's been operating in the U.S.

As a Russian spy since '35.

No. Heh heh.
George kraft's not a spy.

I mean...

G-George's told me
about his wife, his...

a wife in Indianapolis
who died 4 years ago?

No such person.

He's got a wife, all right,

still living in proskurov.

He just hasn't
seen her for 25 years.

I don't imagine he's mentioned the
3 children or 9 grandchildren.

No, but... ah, kraft, he was...

poropov.

Whatever. He was living
in the building for 3 years.

I mean, he didn't
introduce himself to me.

I went downstairs. I
introduced myself to him.

From what I can tell,

you weren't part
of his original agenda,

just sort of
an unexpected perk.

Everything was nice and quiet

until he sent
an anonymous letter

to your protege Dr. Jones

telling him where you were.

Then the excrement really
hit the air conditioner.

It was kraft?

If it makes you
feel any better,

he really is a painter.

I don't think much of his work,

but what do I know about art?

Maybe it's ok.

Maybe that's the one
thing you can't fake.

Maybe you're the
exception to that, too.

What was kraft's plan for me?

Ahh.

Well...

When he tipped off Jones,

he knew you'd
become news again.

He figured he could get
you out of the country

easier than staying
by your side.

Then you could be kidnapped

with fewer international
complications.

I see. Good.

Well...

You said there's
2 Russian spies.

Who's the other, Jones?

Nah. Jones is the one
true friend you got.

Seems he's the only one with
your best interests at heart.

Well, then who's the other?

No. Not resi.

No, God damn you!

Not resi!

God damn you!

Not resi!

Relax, Howard.

I'm only the messenger.

You're a goddamn liar!

I'm sure she had you
thinking about your new life

and how nice it was gonna be,

but it wouldn't
have gone that way.

When you got to the
airport in Mexico city,

there'd be a second
plane waiting for you,

and off you'd go on a
one-way trip to moscow,

all expenses paid.

What could the Russians
possibly want

with such a burned-out piece
of world war ii surplus?

They can exhibit you
as a prime example

of the fascist war criminals

that this country shelters.

They also hope you'll confess

to all sorts of collusion

between the Nazis and the Americans
before and after the war.

Eichmann: Well...

I think that's a record.

Eichmann?

You've been typing for
almost 15 hours straight.

Me, I've barely written
5 pages in as many days.

When do you eat?

I don't know.

Hmm.

I hear your trial starts
in a couple of days.

Where's your lawyer?

He's trying to find
the one person

who will corroborate
my defense.

So far I'm told
he doesn't exist.

Listen, Campbell, can
I give you some advice?

Certainly.

Spend some time
in the exercise yard

or have them bring in
a radio or television.

You've got to learn to relax.

It is important

to learn how to relax.

That's how I got here.

Hey, eichmann,

can I ask you
a personal question?

Certainly.

Do you believe you're guilty

of murdering 6 million Jews?

Absolutely not.

Oh, you were simply a
soldier, were you, huh?

Taking order from higher-ups?

Is that right, eichmann,
like any good soldier?

Campbell.

Yes?

About those 6 million...

Yes?

I don't need credit
for all of them.

I'm sure I could
spare you a few.

Howard, where were you?

We were worried
about you, old boy.

You are cold.

Yeah. Well, I just stepped
outside for some air.

Well, that was a bit
of a risk, wasn't it?

Ah, it was a bit of a risk,

but you know what Jones says.

"I'll sacrifice anything
for the truth."

This is torture,

having to stay
in this cramped room

for the fear of our lives.

How can people
treat us like this?

Oh, I don't know, resi,

but you know
in spite of everything,

I still believe people
are really good at heart.

Tomorrow we will
start our new lives,

and then you will be
able to relax.

Oh, yes, to relax.

Ohh.

Ahh.

You know, I was thinking.

What? Tell me.

I was thinking that maybe
Mexico isn't what we want.

Well, we can just go
right on from there.

Yeah. Maybe right
at the Mexico city airport

we could just get
right on another jet.

On to, uh...

I don't know.

Caribbean. We'd go...

Moscow, maybe, huh?

Moscow?

That's a novel idea.

You don't like it?

I would have to think about it.

Oh.

Resi...

Resi...

I want you to think
about it, too, ok?

Well, if you want to.

Yeah.

You know, the more
I think about it,

you know, the better it sounds.

Well, what could you possibly

find interesting about moscow?

Well, I don't know.

I'd like to visit
an old friend.

You never told me you
had a friend in moscow.

Gee, George, I guess it just
never came up in a conversation.

What's his name?

Ahh.

Colonel ilora poropov.

Don't know him.

Don't know him, huh?

Well, it doesn't matter.

He's just a spy that's trying
to get me to Mexico city

so I can be kidnapped

and flown to Russia
to stand trial.

No, that is not...

don't even think about it.

God, Howard,

this is ridiculous.

Cowboys and Indians.

Yeah.

All right, George.

Howard, this is not who I am.

This is the way things are.

Nobody should know
that better than you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sweetheart...

That dream.

Yeah.

About Mexico.

It was really true.

Oh.

Tomorrow we were
all going to escape.

I-it was our mission
to get you to moscow,

but then I was not going
to go through with it...

Because I love you.

Oh.

I told you I was not going
to go through with it,

did I not?

Yes, you did. She told me.

Yeah, and he agreed with me.

He came up
with the dream of Mexico,

where we would all get out
of this trap together.

How did you find out?

American agents.

Ah.

They're gonna be raiding our happy
little home any minute now.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

Well, then we must leave
right now, liebling,

while we still can.

No. It's too late, darling.

We're already surrounded.

Then we will fight them.

No. Resi, you don't understand.

I said we are surrounded.

Does that matter?

Yes. Of course that matters.

We...

you mean, why don't
I die for love

like a hero in a
Howard w. Campbell play?

Yeah.

Yeah. That is
exactly what I mean.

Well...

Let us die together

here and now.

No. Resi,

you have a full life
ahead of you.

No. I have
a full life behind me,

all in those few
sweet hours with you.

All in those few
sweet hours with me.

Sounds like a line I might
have written as a young man.

No, it is a line you wrote
as a young man.

Oh. Well...

Foolish young man.

Well, I adore that man.

Ohh.

Well, I'm sorry, resi.

I can't congratulate you
on your taste in men.

You no longer...

You no longer believe

that love is the only
thing to live for?

Well...

No.

Then tell me what to live for.

Tell me anything.

It does not have to be love,

anything at all.

I will live for that chair,

or... or that picture
on the wall,

or that crack
over... over there.

Just tell me.

Tell me what you live for,

and I will live for that, too.

Resi, what I live for is...

I'm an old man.

I will show you
what to live for.

I will show you a woman
who dies for love.

No, resi.

No. No, my God.

Resi, no.

No, resi.

Oh, my God.

Resi.

No.

Resi.

Don't move a muscle.

Howard: The morning after
the raid on Jones' basement

I was released,

thanks, I suppose,
to my blue fairy godmother.

I was deposited onto
the streets of New York,

restored
to the mainstream of life.

I took several steps
down the sidewalk,

when something happened.

It was not guilt that froze me.

I had taught myself
never to feel guilt.

It wasn't the fear of death.

I had taught myself to think
of death as a friend.

It was not the thought of
being unloved that froze me.

I had taught myself
to do without love.

What froze me

was the fact that
I had absolutely no reason

to move in any direction.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Been standing there
a long time.

Waiting for somebody?

No.

You lost?

No.

No.

Move on then, don't you think?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Epstein: Who is it?

It's Howard Campbell.

Could I come in?

You're going to have to
tell me what this is about.

I want to go to Israel
to stand trial.

What?

I want to be tried for my
crimes against humanity.

What do you want from me?

I want to surrender
to an auschwitzer.

Then find one who thinks
of Auschwitz all the time.

Epstein: I know, but you
want to bring him back.

Ain't nobody gonna
bring back papa.

I know this. No one.

And don't speak yiddish.

We are in America now.

Woman: If you can't remember,

I will remember for both of us.

You still want
revenge, is that it?

Yes.

Then go on with your plan,

because it proves nothing.

Mr. Campbell...

I think I can help you.

Thank you.

Campbell.

Auf wiedersehen.

Yes.

Auf wiedersehen.

¶ Leichentrager Tor wache ¶

Howard: "Dear Howard,

"the discipline of a lifetime

"now collapses
like the walls of Jericho.

"What is the tune
that Joshua's trumpet plays?

"Is that the music
of my conscience?

"I doubt it.

"I've done you no wrong.

"I think the music must be

"an old soldier's itch
for just a little treason.

"If treason
this letter raises...

Frank: "I hereby violate my
direct and explicit orders,

"and I identify myself as the
man you knew as Frank wirtanen.

"I affirm
and will affirm under oath

"that I recruited you
as an American agent

"and that you, at great
personal sacrifice

"became one of the most effective
agents of the second world war.

"If there must be a trial
of Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"let it be one hell
of a contest,

"and may justice be served.

"Yours truly,

Frank."

Howard: May justice be served.

I like the sound of that.

They say that a hanging man
hears glorious music.

I wonder what it sounds like.

Bing Crosby:
¶ ...Of a white Christmas ¶

¶ just like the ones
I used to know ¶

¶ where the treetops glisten ¶

¶ and children listen ¶

¶ to hear ¶

¶ sleigh bells in the snow ¶

¶ I'm dreaming ¶

¶ of a white Christmas ¶

fading: ¶ with every
Christmas card I write ¶

¶ may your days
be merry and bright... ¶