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THE ALPHABET OF FEAR

The assignment you took is dangerous and very important.

We must find out the names of those infiltrated individuals.

The losses we have suffered will only increase if we don't stop them.

This family you'll be going to...

they have to believe that you're an illiterate and clueless peasant.

Beware of your every move and every word.

Maybe it would be good to stop smoking too, Vera. Because...

the person you'll act as from tomorrow - that's not you anymore.

Zagreb September of 1943.

This movie was inspired by an authentic event from WWII.

ANNOUNCEMENT - following people are to be hanged in public.

Who was that?

I don't know. - Maybe ghosts, huh?

Who was it? - Nobody.

He keeps ringing.

Carpets.

It's that Turkish guy, trying to sell some carpets. - Did you hear?

There was some shooting on the street last night.

Seems like our night life keeps getting better and better.

Good morning.

We're not safe even in our own apartment.

What's the hurry? - I have to get to the National Treasury.

Whenever they hear news from the Fronts, they summon me.

We'll have to invite some people over. It's been a while...

Who do we have to entertain this time?

Have you met with commander Bojas' wife recently?

I've completely forgotten about that old hag!

I wish you didn't forget things like that.

I'll call her today. Are they still that important nowadays?

Important enough to get a very rich meal in my house.

I'll do it.

Goodbye.

Last time you were this gentle was 20 years ago...

Hello? Tomansky Pharmacy?

Can I speak to the master pharmacist?

Is that you, Tomansky? Molnar speaking.

I'll be needing you this afternoon.

It's the medicine again, you know me.

The larger package, as always.

Yes. Yes, right.

Fellows send their regards. Yes, that's right.

They're still hunting, yes... That's right.

Would the missus like to wear her uniform of just regular dress?

I already took it. If I had waited for you, I'd had to go naked.

Are you fantasizing again?

Why are you so curious?

Maybe you're in love?

I'm kindly asking your highness to get up. Your tea is getting cold.

Allow me to swim across.

Have you heard from a driver? - Yes, sir, he's waiting for you.

Italian diplomat who sends me tons of flowers,

is more interested in me than in the situation on battlefields.

"Oh, come siete bella oggi! Divina!"

Maybe he really loves you. - He? Italian?

Italians are always crazy of love.

In five different places at the same time.

What a luck, huh?

It's cloudy again.

And what about that German, who's always coming here?

That's a completely different story.

He's rough... but impressive.

Germans are the only people on this planet

who really know what they want. -Dad doesn't feel that way.

Our dad... our sweet daddy.

You're too young to understand our dad.

I'm 15! - And with a brain of a three year-old.

I'm a better student than you ever were.

School doesn't teach you anything about real life.

Who ever needed chemistry in real life? Nonsense...

Telling people apart, that's what counts.

How to tell a Jew from a decent man.

Dad doesn't hate the Jews. - That's because they have a way with money.

Sometimes our dad acts like a Jew.

Are you going to report him? - He's not a real Jew... just acts like one.

If he was a real one, I'd know. - If dad was here to hear you...

You know... We are the noble Aryans.

I know... I hear how other tenants refer to us.

If I was in mom's shoes, I'd never choose a guy like dad.

She was voted Miss Zagreb at the Journalist Ball in 1925.

She could have had anybody. - Mom is still very pretty.

Right... like an old, pretty castle that's always under repair.

Don't touch that! - Sentimental diary of a snot-nosed girl.

You don't need to hide it anymore. I've read it yesterday.

How dare you!?

May I clean the room? - You may.

You've done a good job describing her in your diary...

..." an illiterate peasant goose with the wings of an angel".

Oh, my... You don't look like a real peasant.

These are pretty-looking hands...

...and the fingers are looked after, too.

You look like Maire Antoinette's maid.

Well? Did you do your homework? - Trouble with capital letters, miss.

You have to losen your hand. - Cause I'm afraid. - Of what?

I don't know... looks hard, that's all.

I'll never learn those letters. -Wait until we do numbers! -Numbers?

Are there more of them than the lettes?

Ciao, ragazze.

I'll show you how to play piano later.

Why bother? Better learn how to sew.

My fella told me he'd buy me a sewing machine when we get married.

Exacty what we need... now you'll show her how to play the piano?

Katica, leave this room for later.

Go clean the living room, we are having guests.

Who's coming, mom? - Some of my friends.

Why did you have a fight with your sister? - She was reading my diary.

With all the big secrets, right? - You can read it if you want to.

But I'd prefer if nobody reads it. - So we won't read it.

But be sure to let me know when you decide to get married.

So I'll have time to get the wedding dress ready.

This is Croatian Radio. Here are the news.

The Reichskanzler cabinet. News from the Wermacht headquarters.

South-west of Orel a Bolshevik attack has been repelled.

Soviet forces suffered heavy losses in all fields of combat.

Many attacks have been repelled on the Kuban bridge.

On the Donets river, there was a...

...the hero, Slavko Kvaternik...

Graduation party, 1912.

Clean this room first. You can do the office later.

Go see who it is.

Good morning, radio subscription. - Come in. - Thank you.

Wait here, I'll get the money. - Good morning.

September...

Molnar...

Right.

What are you doing here, miss Vera? -My name is Katica. -That's strange.

You look just like a student, Vera, who lives over by the Kovacic family.

Almost the same as her.

Can you imagine, ma'am, this gentleman thought I was a student.

If he could see well, he wouldn't wear glasses.

Go on, clean the room.

Is everything there? - Yes, everything. Thank you.

All these young women look the same. - Good bye.

Good bye... oh, yes...

To be honest...

...are you only using one radio? There are people who use two, but

...they pay the subscription for only one of them. - One is too many. Bye.

Good bye.

Do you have anything new? You should see

my new Jewish furniture set... real Biedermaier!

And what's all that I hear about at Vesna's?

Just her regular "marriage problems".

Did her husband go mad? "Rosenkavalier"...

He's sixty! One shouldn't fall in love like he does,

every three months.

How long do you have this one? - For 10 days.

My tailor recommended her. - She doesn't look bad.

She's hardworking and a devout believer.

Oh, you're lucky... mine ran away after three days!

I wonder why madam Bujas is not here yet...

Well, she went up on the list. Her Viktor torched 50 villages

and became a big-shot overnight. - Viktor's not all that bad...

...but she. She's like an acid!

Here she is... shhh.

What do you want? - I was sent by the Company...

about the line.

You people just keep poking around...

Have you found it? - Not yet...

but they keep sending new ones.

Bring a chair, will you.

Doesn't he have, like, a secret compartment?

That boy, Ivica... he keeps following me home

from school and never says a word.

He hasn't spoken more than 10 words to me!

With me, all the men just keep quiet.

And why aren't you talking then? - About what?

Weel, make something up. - I don't know how to do that...

I'm afraid not to say something stupid.

You, my dear, will never make it in life...

Everybody has to act a little in love... you or him.

That's what I read in a book.

And why shouldn't you be honest if you love somebody?

I'd love do find somebody I don't have to act around for...

Comrades think that the list is definitely here.

Or a least a clue to his higher source.

Maybe it is hidden in a bank.

That would be more dangerous for him.

Search again.

If you don't find anything, we'll have to do something else.

Like what? - We'll see...

Their people are much more dangerous than we tought.

Do they suspect you?

Not for now. They're teaching me how to read.

Going through that one more time will dou you good...

Come in. - Oh, it's you, at last... I'm so happy to see you.

They're waiting for me. We're collecting gifts for

our wounded soldiers on the eastern front.

You're so devoted... this damn war...

Good thing that nobody can beat the Germans.

The Italians are wonderful, too. They're such good singers!

Italians? -I have a surprise for you... please.

Let's set up a plan. - Come into the kitchen, wash your hands.

Get out tonight, we have to talk to the others.

We'll give you a decoy bag.

I'm afraid Elsa will notice me. She's dangerous.

What's her relationship with the old man?

Like dog and cat.

Good. He must be hiding it from her.

Search everything again, pay attention to visits and phone calls.

Try to sketch a face or two...

What are you still doing here?

Next time you fix it yourself.

Don't be rude.

Tonight, at 1 o�clock. - Allright.

You brought some sunshine when you came along.

Take this, it�ll take care of the coughing. My own mix.

You�re not poisoning me, are you? - You�d need a bigger dosage.

Why are medicines so sour?

That, you should ask Mr. Asclepius, the father of my profession.

Did you cash in our check? - Already spent it.

You�re too lavish. - And who should I save it for?

If your head isn�t safe today, how can saving money be any safer?

We�ll send three more... To Bosnia.

Men? -Yes. Experienced men, educated communists.

Give me their names and their credentials.

Everything�s here. One of them was already there.

He knows his way around the forests.

Not a smart thing to do... did you at least change his hair?

We did it perfect. A 180 degrees turn...

Better if we send him someplace else. Let�s say it concerns his health.

He�ll catch a flu, and my pharmacy is not there.

Tomanski, I want to send him to the same place.

You�re not thinking straight. - You�re saying that to me?

And your medicine poisoned 50 people!

If my mom were to hear this... for heaven's sake!

Well? - Let him go...

luckily, he�s carrying his own head, not mine.

Like you said, nobody�s head is safe these days.

Yours is. I have a feeling... - You think so?

You seem like you have secured it.

Come in.

I brought coffee. - Leave it on the desk, Katica.

Why was she staring at me? - You're her type.

You a little look like Will Fritsch. - I don�t trust nobody these days.

And what do you expect from a simpleton like her?

To charm you with Latin quotes from your prescriptions?

You better fear those who don�t look at you,

but keep taking photos of you. - Of me?

What are you doing?

Seems like you�re having fun... Next thing you know,

we�ll have to send you to a musical conservatory.

Take my boots off... they�ll give me blisters.

Who�s over there with dad? - Some gentleman.

Like I didn�t know that... young or old? -So-so...

Ugly or handsome? Pock marked or homosexual?

What was that, miss? - Hand me my slippers.

When you�re in my house, you�re drinking real coffee.

Enjoy while you can. Maybe we�ll send you to the mountains, soon.

And they only drink water from a stream over there.

Haven�t thought of that... -The job you�re doing may require it.

You haven�t changed your mind, haven�t you?

On the contrary... but please, think it through.

Aren�t I of more use here? May I go now?

Do you know how to read fortune from a cup of coffee?

Strange marks... looks like a bird.

Maybe that�s Mr. G�ring, he looks like an owl...

You could more likely see Himmler in my cup.

If things get complicated, let me know.

The departure times are precise.

By all means. You know that I�m a up-to-date kind of man.

Liking a living swiss watch.

You know, if the medicine isn�t kept dry, it can go bad.

It's dangerous. - Yes... so pack them well.

Good day to you. - Good bye.

Find some Italian music.

Dad's playing a merchant again...

Where�s your mother? - You talking about your wife?

In the future, don�t greet my guests while you�re sitting like a mermaid.

I can�t treat every clown that comes here like a guest.

Who is he? -One of your ministers, only he didn�t wear an uniform.

I don�t know him. - Let me know when mom returns.

I�m so grateful for this, missis.

When I learn how to write, it�ll be easier to get married in my village.

I'll never get married.

And why is that?

I don�t like anybody... well, not entirely. Everybody�s so rough.

And what about that blond one who keeps standing underneath our window?

Ivica... he�s too nice. Like a doll.

And I�m too old to be playing with dolls.

And I�ll find me a fellow that�ll love me... and beat me!

We have a saying: Who doesn�t beat you, doesn�t love you.

You�re crazy... enough about love. The lessons is starting.

Don�t hold your fingers that firmly. The pencil�s not going anywhere.

My hand is numb, missis.

Now write the letter "C" ten times and letter "E" ten times.

Ten times... letter "C" and "E"... Right away.

If you do good, I�ll ask my mom...

to let you go your village for a couple of days.

I�m afraid of the village. - Why are you afraid?

I�m just afraid... - Of what?

Of partisans. They�re worse than the devil. Nonbelievers.

They won�t hurt you.

Daddy says they only fight against Ustashe and the Germans.

May st. Anthony protect us from them...

What is that?

They�re testing the spotlights... you know, because of the bombings.

And why is there a war, missis? - I don�t know.

Mom says there are partisans in the city, too.

Do you know how they look like? - Me? God forbid if I did know...

I�d like to see them. At least one of them.

People say there are girls amongst them. -You don�t say?

Yes, it�s me. Of course...

Took care for all three of them. One of these days, I think.

Don�t worry. Everything is good... yes, go ahead.

If you feel like you must come over, please.

But only in a couple of days, I�m leaving for a business trip.

In the morning.

I�m very interested why are you so worried

and it amazes me, a little.

We could do it in four eyes, as well.

Delighted... definitely, certainly.

Auf wiedersehen, Heil Hitler.

What did you buy, mother? - Beautiful green silk...

Under the counter, of course. Where on Earth does this tailor get it from

when nobody can even get a couple of meters out of Zagreb?

I�ll be travelling a little further than two meters tomorrow.

And where to? Novska? - To Switzerland. By a plane.

And why for, if you don�t mind me asking? -State secret.

Already planning to flee?

Newspapers say we�re not doing so well.

You�re panicking. Politicians are always ready for everything.

They�re renting spots on the cemetery

half an hour before the victory, just in case.

Ask her, she�s an expert in politics. - Don�t provoke me.

Try it.

Always late.

Tell me, who�s private compartments are we talking about this time?

A couple of them, maybe even mine. It�s not bad to be prepared.

You think it�s safe over there?

Nowhere�s safe. Not even on Grenland.

Isn�t it better to carry everything with us, if it comes to that?

And where would we take it? - Someplace.

Someplace? Very precise...

Russians are on the left, English on the right

and us with partisan comrades in the middle.

Choose the direction, my dear.

A little too dark... - You think so?

You�ll think of something. I have a feeling you know how to do it.

After all, your not a die-hard Ustasha.

A finance expert, that�s something every regime needs.

Even the partisans who don't have real money.

And how do you feel about that, my uniformed beauty?

I don�t want to discuss politics with you.

And what about lovers? - Don't be vulgar!

Why are you insulting her?

I�m just repeating what every clerk in my bank is talking about.

She has a right to love. - I�m disgusted!

What did you say?! - That I'm disgusted!

You only think about money!

Shut up?! - If you touch me, I�ll scream!

Why did you lose your temper?

This is your upbringing. The upringing of chrysanthemums

who keep living of my hard work.

You were kissing this chrysanthemums� feet until recently.

One hours before the overturn, I�ll enlist in the Ushashe...

...mr. executive officer. - Stop provoking.

When are you leaving? - Under poglavnik�s personal order,

tomorrow in the morning. By a plane.

Poglavnik? - Yes, my sweet politican.

Mr. Zdenko has arrived. -Since when does he need an announcement?

Please, don�t try to find me a husband... again.

You two, don�t be so difficult.

Well, hello, Zdenko! So nice of you to visit. -Servus!

Sit down, our young and promising politician.

Looking fit, as always. You look magical,

like you don�t mind the war.

So, Zdenko... any special news?

You�re always informed, will the war end soon?

Something might be...

So, something is going on... you, as the head of propaganda

office must know more than you're willing to show.

Please, speak freely, you�re amongst friends.

This is not fot the public. We�re still preparing

a public statement to keep people from panicking.

Italy�s done... capitulated.

After the allied invasion, this is a logical turn of events.

Armies and nations are capitulating and one woman is unconquered.

There are no women like that... maybe you�re not so well armed.

Elsa! - May I bring the tea?

You may. - Russian tea? Splendid...

but only if it�s from the Imperial times!

If I get appointed as an ambassador, I�ll go back to my poetry...

To be an ambassador is like being on a constant vacation.

Only instead of your swimming trunks you have to wear a tuxedo!

Our oldtimers went mad when they heard

that they�re selling English newspapers on Sicily.

Not all of them are mad... I miss foreign papers so much.

They have good sections about the stock markets.

One can never get enough after reading that... golden tradition.

I have a copy somewhere... where did I leave my handbag?

Finish your drink first, we�ll worry about the damn papers later.

And where is Sasha? - In dance school.

Other girls run by themselves, but she need a push to do it.

Maybe you should have the kid ordained? - As if!

Nobody moves to a monastery from my house.

Bring those newspapers here, will you?

Here you go. - Thank you, Zdenko.

I have a couple of wonderful tourist photos.

What is this? - Our boys in a military action...

...taking out the trash. - This is me, far left...

I went on a field-trip. Look at the happy faces!

Boys must feel like they�re on a party.

See, we have a high morale in the Ustasha forces.

Who will pay for that? - What do you mean?

Look at these newspapers. They claim that they�re right.

Ours say the opposite.

Newspapers are like women. Whichever you choose,

you have a feeling like she�s the only one for you.

You and your brilliant comparisons.

Excuse me, Zdenko, I�m leaving early in the tomorrow.

Stay here with Zdenkor, Elsa... to talk.

Good night. - Good night, Zdenko.

Good night and a pleasant trip.

Did mom ask about me? - She forgot... they�re entertaining.

Boys kept us busy... I�ll tell you everything tomorrow, it was grand.

I�ll take the shortcut so they won�t notice me.

I don�t need an explanation... I know your every move.

Well, well... I feel flattered.

That German guy you�re seeing... he�s married. With two children.

I know that. You don�t have to snitch.

I wasn�t.

What I meant to say was that you and me aren�t bothered by anything.

I�ve never had a woman... do you understand? You�ll be my first.

Is he even capable of making a joke?

He�s not a bad guy... but she can�t stand him.

You�re acting all horny, like a cat in February.

Don�t act like a child, they�re still up.

But they know I love you... I want everybody to know.

The whole house... whoever wants. I don�t care!

Zdenko... Leave me alone!

Did you quench your thirst a bit? -I love you. Even though you�re...

What? What am I? - Heartless... like a stone.

I only have one heart... and not for you.

Forgive me if I was a bit... unconventional today.

When can I come again? And beg for mercy...

Good night, oh, cruel one! - Good night, you seducer...

I meant to call earlier�

but I had a jerk over.

Yes, yes, the cute one.

Are you flying today? Not before tomorrow!

Then give my locket a kiss!

Tomorrow at seven� As always.

Throw one more bomb over England� for me.

Yes, yes, yes� I love you even more than yesterday.

Good luck... darling.

Are you getting ready to join the partisans?

You never know when can this toy come in handy.

If you wish to play, better bring some poker cards with you.

Good night.

What's the matter? - My tooth hurts...

Go fetch me an aspirin. I�m going mad...

Right away.

Katice?

What are you doing? -I was looking for an aspirin for Elsa.

I was starting to think we had burglars. Go to bed.

What took you so long?

It took me a while to find it.

Why didn�t you wake up Katica? - Why would I?

She keep slaving around the house all day...

Oh, the pain...

Then I�ll wake her up...

and send her to the pharmacy to fetch something stronger.

Are you mad? It's curfew!

Lay down. It�ll stop.

Gold. Press. Books. Radio. All in the hands of the Jews!

Get up.

You�ll be late for your plane.

Getting dressed up, are we? Get the breakfast ready for mister.

Right away, maam.

Take the suitcase and the handbag.

Is the breakfast ready? - Right away, maam.

Is the gentleman ready to go? - Take these downstairs first.

Watch out...

You have everything you need? - Everything except my kiss...

You�ll get one... downstairs, over by the car.

I haven�t said goodbye to the children.

Leave them be, they�re still sleeping. -Let's go.

Daddy left? - A moment ago, missis.

Where were you tonight? - Me?

Yes, you.

In my bed. -You weren't... I was looking for you.

You got me... I went for a walk.

Just be careful, don�t let my mom catch with you fellow.

You know, I have a new boyfriend... We were in the garden yesterday,

holding hands. And he wouldn't let go...

Mom's coming...

You�re up already?

Now we�re free... dad left and so did his diet menu.

Katica, run to the store and get some pork.

Just don�t be seen on the corridors. They envy and badmouth us.

I�ll fetch the wood from the basement first.

You can do that later. Now, run along, go get us some pork.

Good bye.

Sasha, get dressed. We�ll stop by the tailor�s.

We�ll get you a nice, new dress for your birthday... on the 15th.

Look, a chimney-sweeper on the roof... that�s a lucky charm!

What happened?

Our lucky charm is gone... only lasted a bit.

Who might that be? If anybody asks for me, I�m not here.

Heil!

We have a search warrant.

I�ll fetch my mom.

On whose authority? Do you know who we are?!

My husband is the head director of the National bank!

Pleased to hear that, madam. We�ll have an easier job to do, then.

What did daddy do?

And who might this be?

That's Ivica...

You could take that hat off, you flower admirer.

Is this Your house? - Yes.

Forgive us, but we�re on duty.

The whole neighborhood is blocked, we�re checking every apartment.

Who are you looking for? - A girl and some fellows.

A girl? -Yes. The girl could be around 20 years old.

A dangerous undercover agent. We almost caught her last night.

She hid somewhere in this block... - Follow me.

Our servant is around that age. Check her, just in case.

Who does this belong to? - I�m teaching her how to write.

Good day. -Come in, sweetie. Come in. We�re waiting for you.

Took me a while to buy the meat, madam. -Excuse me... Please.

Thank you for your cooperation. Heil! - Heil!

See the gentlemen out. - Why are you so stiff?

You got afraid like little children.

Admit it, you thought dad was going to jail.

Don�t worry, Molnars are not that easy to lock away.

Don�t talk nonsense. We should�ve kicked out those old scarecrows.

Goodbye. - Shall I fetch the wood?

Don�t bother me with every little thing!

Get the lunch ready and start to clean the house.

As soon as Mr. Molnar returns, we�re having some guests over for dinner.

Sasha, I called the tailor. She�s expecting us.

Don�t forget, we�re having a test tonight.

Hallo? Heil! Is this the Electrical company?

May I speak to Ivan Polak, please?

Is that you, Ivan? It�s your sister-in-law.

Listen... we�re having some problems with the short circuit.

Can you come immediately? Yes, all right.

I have to go, lunch is getting ready. Be careful on your way here,

we had a storm in the street. Alright. Good bye.

Are you alone? - Get inside.

Well? What�s going on? -It�s not in the apartment, for sure.

And the handbag? -Nothing... only some bank papers.

Where did you leave it? - In the basement.

I�ll take it with me. - Not today. It�s safer down there.

You're right.

Be a little gentler next time... you destroyed the line.

Did some policemen come over? - Yes.

They searched everything except the baskett with the suitcase.

Maybe it would�ve been better if we did what you told us to do.

The days are going by and we still have nothing.

His boss will definitely come over. Then we can catch them both.

You�re just assuming. -Molnar is always on the line with Ljubljana.

And madam told me that we�re having a guest

from Ljubljana over as soon as he returns.

From Ljubljana? - Yes.

Good thing we waited. I�ll tell the others.

Be careful.

Well? How do you think we should do it?

Listen... when that guy comes over for dinner, I�ll give you a sign.

If I won�t be able to make a phone call,

I�ll put flowers on the kitchen window.

Then we could barge in.

That's a good opportunity, but too risky.

It won't be the first time. -Yes, but last time it was a senile general.

And this is a little harder than that.

Alright... when you give the signal,

two men will come over, dressed like the Civilian forces.

Got it. -Wait for us at 10 o�clock.

And what about the pharmacist?

He disappeared just before we could catch him.

Shame. Did you use that plan, I heard from Molnar?

It was sent to the frontline.

I almost forgot. Take it and hide it.

You�ll need it for that dinner party, maybe sooner.

If you get caught.

It�s hard to act as an illiterate. I�m afraid my moves might give me away.

I believe you. -Hurry, the madam might be here soon.

Farewell.

The assignment you took is dangerous and very important.

We must find out the names of those infiltrated individuals.

Am I bothering you? - Come in, I�m done.

You said we�d have a class tonight. - Let me see how you did...

Take a seat.

What�s that you�re writing? - My diary.

The school for servants is in business, again?

Sasha, dad called from Zurich. He�ll be home tomorrow. We�ll have a big dinner.

Some teacher you are... looks like magpies jumped all over the notebook.

There was a call in the afternoon.

A man from Ljubljana wanted to know when was daddy coming home.

We were finding secret military plans hidden in the carnation flower buds.

Would it be so strange to find somebody

capable of stealing our secret papers in you own garden?

For example? -Your daughters, i. e. What�s their business?

Well, Elsa, the older one, works as an Ustashe office clerk.

The other one, Sasha... she's still a kid.

Kids her age blew up a gasoline warehouse in Ljubljana.

What do you say about that, Molnar?

Even "kids" are dangerous in this land of renegades.

I think I can guarantee that my kids don�t blow up gasoline warehouses.

Nor my papers.

And? Who else do you have here?

My wife. Who�s all into gossip, the only political work she�s capable of.

And a servant. - A servant?

Yes, a servant... 21 years old,

a simple minded human being, illiterate as they get...

A religious one, not interested in men other than Jesus Christ.

A communist is capable of most elaborate disguises.

There is always a way.

You have a vivid imagination.

Would you like to meet this subtle intellectual that still smells of hay?

Yes, please.

Remember this, Molnar, we have to catch whoever got involved in this.

We have to, for our own sake.

How may I serve? - Clean these ashes.

That will be enough, Katica. Now, fetch me a book... lexicon Minerva.

Right away.

Show me which one. - The one that has lexicon Minerva written on it.

I don�t know... - You may go.

Where did you find this creature?

So, there are no moles in the house.

But I�m afraid that somebody might be spying on us.

I wonder who switched my handbag at the airport. Who would need it?

What did you have in the handbag? - Unimportant papers from the bank.

It�s the thought that counts! Somebody�s watching me.

While you were in Switzerland,

we had to retire a loyal acquaintance of yours.

I don�t understand... - His name is Tomanski.

We felt bold enough to keep him under watch.

Nice of you... and then?

While we were doing that, we figured out

that the others were also on his tail. What could we do?

We decided to stop that.

Tomanski is now breathing air that�s not so fresh.

You killed him?

No. It�s a shame to kill a man that hasn�t confessed his sins.

You�re threatening me a lot today.

And what would you like me to do? To court you?

Where�s mom? -She went to buy a ham for tonight.

Isn't it strange that they spy on our radio talk? Follow your pharmacist?

They want to catch all the people we infiltrated!

So, you�re dealing me out? -You�ll understand our caution, Molnar.

After all, you�ve working for us for 10 years... you�re not a beginner.

You don�t need lectures like this.

I can prove to you that this is way out of my reach.

Maybe the spy is one of those whom I helped to infiltrate?

Maybe he was tempted... a pointed gun can change

a person�s political view in the matter on seconds.

Thesis like that have to be proved... or they become worthless.

See me to the house door and be very kind on the way there.

I hope that, even with everything said, you�d still be my guest tonight.

It would be unwise...

maybe one of your distinguished guests is the one we�re looking for.

That somebody could get scared and then we could loose him.

You know, Molnar, I got hungry all of a sudden,

I�d like to re-invite myself. May I? - A plate will be waiting for you.

One more thing... give me the list of our men.

I�ll keep it safe, if you�re not insulted by that.

I�d like to see the secret safe where you keep it...

it would show me all about your level of imagination.

Only amateurs keep their secrets locked in a hidden safe.

And what about people like you? - If you�d allow me a lecture on espionage.

I�m listening.

This here is the most vulgar type of a safe. High-school level.

That�s why I�m keeping my high-school memories here.

Excellent.

Let�s take one step further...

these here are normal drawers, all innocent looking.

But when you press here, out comes a surprise.

Truth to be said, this could�ve only manage to amaze our grandmas.

That�s why I�m keeping my old medals here. Or an old love secret.

Bravo, bravo... well? That�s not all, isn�t it?

Here you go. Within one�s reach and in fact, unreachable.

Excellent, excellent... I�m not entirely disappointed.

Finally, the first nice word I heard from you today.

Lucky for us, they weren�t called to fix the phone while you were gone.

They could�ve found a nice name list of our secret organization.

You�re completely senile, Molnar!

This daughter of yours... a good-looking girl.

She would make an excellent spy.

An outstanding temptress. -You think you�re not in that league?

A professional defect. Well... until tonight. -Until then.

Let me thank you on behalf of the hostess, who can't find the right words.

I�d also like to apologize for the absence of Mr. and Mrs. Bujas.

They're indisposed.

Who is this narcissistic German?

Klaus Terman, the commander of the city.

Among all the dessert on this table, he seems to fancy you the most...

Where did you get that idea?

They have a hard time concealing their greed for food and women.

We can talk a little behind their backs. We won�t overthrow the Third Reich.

I'm glad you brought me into contact with this young man.

Your young politicians have a certain quality

which Goebbels expressed perfectly in Hamburg.

That speech was published here, too.

Leave it here, we�ll do it.

Are you informed about what miracle our German friends are working on?

If I were, it wouldn't be a miracle, would it?

Apparently it's a gigantic bomb.

A single bomb could destroy all of Zagreb.

The English are working on similar weapons.

I mean, it's not an ordinary bomb carried by an aircraft.

If I'm informed correctly,

it has a trajectory like only celestial bodies have.

A comet launched by the hands of men.

So let me raise my glass in honor of the comet!

Long live the great German Reich!

Do you believe in miracles? A wonderful thing is to believe...

I'm too old for that.

Your friend from Ljubljana has the best intentions

to quickly become your son-in-law.

You're misjudging him, Colonel. He's merely being polite.

What did we do, dad?

Mr. Klostermann is pleased by your cheerfulness.

I�m taking care of that...

making up questions that are not answered easily.

Just try not to overdo it.

I had a little too much to drink... - I can see.

I keep having dreams in which you�re dead lately.

An original way of courting, I admit.

I think I could really kill you if you turn me off completely.

I�ve never wanted anything in my life like I want you.

I have to find you a woman, so you�ll stop killing.

Are you alright? Your hands are shaking.

Maybe a little...

You�ll have to bring in coffee. -Who is that fat man in the uniform?

A treasury minister. Look, he left a gun in the lobby.

Communism is a sickness of those who can't make a living.

A drug, giving them nice dreams.

Every servant's infected with that bug.

Even her, who is looking like she can't count to three.

First you should tell us what communism is.

Is it something to eat... or a type of tree?

Because of a similar naivety there are two partisans hanging from every tree.

I�m sure that you, my dear Mr. Bolner,

can calculate the budget of France in five minutes.

But you wouldn't learn to spot a communist in five years.

You're right, our father is living on another planet.

Allow me... A little excess...

Partisans!

Why are you just standing there?

Colonel was just joking. Serve the coffee.

There are potential... and there are organized communists.

Every servant is a potential rebel.

They are like seeds that only need to be scattered so they can spring up

overnight with a bomb in their hand, shouting "Long live Tito".

Colonel, are you informed

about how many rebels are roaming about in our forests?

They're a real nuisance for the statisticians.

Who really knows who's part of that gang.

They can sit at the table and hail the Fuehrer,

just like you, and the next day they'll shoot you in the head.

It'd be easier to list every existing bird than every rebel.

Miss, would you like to keep me company?

I wish to speak with miss Elsa. - Just a moment, please.

Hans, it's you! Where have you been?

We got back sooner, so I wanted to take a little walk with you.

I'd love to, Hans, but we have guests. Stay with us.

Isn't it bad manners? I literally fell from the sky!

Better you fall down here than above Sicily.

A guest who's occupying two empty seats!

Come in, lieutenant.

The Third Reich is in the minority here, anyway.

You're too late, everything's cold already.

Thanks, I've already had dinner in Rome. We had to land there.

Judging by that, Palermo must be ablaze like a Christmas tree now.

Yes, Colonel, at your command.

The flames can already be seen from Messina.

We had a good day. None of us crashed into the ocean.

You must be tired.

I'd love to fly again tonight. I�m dying to.

It's so enthralling, like a passion.

Excuse me...

Listen! An air-raid warning!

Well?

The heavenly planes have arrived... only from the wrong side.

Do you have a safe air-raid shelter? - We only have our basement.

Maybe the English want revenge for what happened in Sicily.

Here they come.

Model B-17� The flying fortress.

They're already passing us by. It's a shame I'm not up there.

Are they going to attack Munich or Cologne?

My family lives in Munich. - I'm sorry.

How many are there? - Go out and count them.

Destroy me completely!

This is the best anti-aircraft gun.

Give me a sip, as well... I�m not a pilot.

Fear is just something I have to overcome.

I�m not a heartless machine... I�m not made of metal.

He's jealous... and drunk!

You lifeless hermaphrodite...

Oh, love... you�re the crown of life... happines without peace.

A disgrace!

Does anyone have a cigarette? I left mine upstairs.

Go upstairs and get some cigaretes. -Not now, daddy, the air raid is on.

Nothing will happen to her. -Then you go.

Wait a moment! She shall also bring the wine.

Yes, I'll bring it.

Why are you nodding your head when you don�t understand a thing?

Bring some wine! - Go on, hurry up.

Those impolite Englishmen. They'll give us rheumatism!

Here they come again.

Those flying beasts are being financed by the Jews.

By the Jews and the Americans. With joined forces!

WINE

Did you find some Roman remains there?

Something even more valuable.

My God, a cat's rendezvouz on my ancestral portrait.

This kittens will be like royalty...

I forgot to switch off the lights in my cabinet. I�ll be right back.

Take over this baroness for me.

My organism�s natural laws are making me go up there...

Hurry up, will you? What is she doing up there? Tell her to bring the wine.

My handbag was over there, hidden in the basement. You were right.

Did you notice down there that your illiterate peasant

understands hell of a German? - Don't shoot!

I don�t want everybody to know...

Right, what would your ancestors say?

A Gestapo spy on the last branch of a noble family.

Don�t worry, I�ll safeguard your reputation.

Don�t move!

Hands up.

Go in to the room, madam.

Do you speak German?

Do you speak German?

Lower your hands!

Speak. Enough of this acting!

You�re under my protection. Your former employer has bad nerves...

You have to admit, you�re to blame for that.

You, Molnar... search her room for anything under our jurisdiction.

Until those up there finish their job,

you and me will do some negotiating.

What kind of music do you like? Brahms? Beethoven?

Or maybe Russians? They have some Marxist tunes...

This is not bad... it�s reminding us that human life is not eternal.

Well? Let�s start the negotiations. - Negotiate about what?

About business... in life, you can sell anything.

Brains... beauty... body... strength.

Even political ideology. Isn't that so?

Even Leonardo used to sell him self to the court on occasions...

Velazquez as well.

One has to make a living.

I don�t know what you mean by that.

You�re not, as it would seem, a small fish in your political firm.

Your assignment here was a clever one... almost bizarre.

You know a lot of things.

I can offer a good price for every bit of information.

Have a drink... these planes can irritate a man.

Thanks, I don't want to.

Drink... for my health.

Not a surprise... you, as a good merchant, won�t give up right up.

We wouldn�t appreciate you if you did.

Because if you give them away this quick you�d give us away, as well.

Isn�t that so? -I don�t have anything to tell you.

And the gun you took... you took it to clean dust with it?

Look, this is what you were looking for.

A list of, how do you call them... provocateurs.

Dragutin Lakosh. Bernard Tondicic. Nikola Kartar.

Ivan Skocha. Tomo Pushak.

Zvonimir Janus... and so on.

They will never get caught by your people...

Maybe somebody will find them after all.

This is her notebook. My stupid daughter was playing a missionary...

teaching her how to write.

Good job, little girl. A nice portrait you did here.

I am a bit uglier, though, but you can justify that by the class hatred.

Where's the wine? - Be patient, she'll be back soon.

It could cost her her head.

So... instead of drawing our faces,

you'll be drawing some of your bosses for us.

Over there you get paid with words...

here, we�ll give you marks, dollars and pounds... Whatever you want.

I�m not a spy. -And what were you doing here, then?

Fight against fascism!

Did you hear that!? That�s what I call an answer!

What�s wrong, herr Molnar? Are we forbidden to laugh?

Maybe you�re being a bit too chivalrous, herr Kessner.

Stop! I�ll shoot!

Molnar, control yourself! We�ll continue this talk in our office.

Let's go!

Is he alive? - He�s only unconscious.

What about him?

What�s wrong? - I have a piece of glass in my eye.

Let me see...

Are you alright? - Let�s go.

Here�s the list. - We�ll take him, as well.

He�ll tell us a lot more than what is written on that piece of paper.

And what if somebody comes? - The air raid is still going on.

Alright...

His car keys. We�ll take his car...

grab him by the legs, and you... cut the electricity and the phone line.

Faster! What are you waiting for? We�re not visiting like guests!

Take his coat and hat. - Alright.

Go first, if somebody comes...

The alarm will soon end. - Faster!

What�s going on? Maybe a bomb fell there...

They must be drinking... dad loves to act all brave.

What happened?! - A hit in the head.

And where�s Mr. Molnar, Katica? - Up there, calling the hospital.

Good thing he�s alright...

And where was he standing when he got wounded?

Over by the window. They were sitting in the armchairs.

Exactly. And drinking, like I told you.

This man might die. Move away... give us room, please!

Hurry, hurry... poor man. - I�ll be right back, madam.

Hans, you're like a hungry animal today.

Have a little more patience.

Hurry up inside, before they climb up!

Wait, I dropped my notebook.

THE END