All language subtitles for The.German.S01E06.720p.WEB.x264-DJT_track4_[eng]

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Hello?
-Hello, Mr. Pearlman?

Please call me Mishka, not Mr. Pearlman.
Who am I speaking to?

So... first of all, I got your number
from Professor Ze'ev Yanai,

who sends his warmest regards.

Wolfie, yes. He's like family.

I'm working on a study
for the Yad Vashem museum.

Yes?

-About the Avengers Organization.
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I don't like journalists.

Mishka, I'm a Holocaust survivor myself,

and I'm proud to learn
about Jews who took revenge.

I think it's important
for other survivors too.

THE GERMAN

I told him how much I had admired him
since I was little.

Then I steered the conversation
towards living in Brazil.

He said that many of his close friends
are in Brazil,

from Martin Bormann to Mengele.

Hoch told me that
ten minutes after we started talking.

I hadn't prompted him.

He didn't know anything about Bormann,

but he's been in touch with Mengele
for the past 20 years.

-Did he mention where he lives?
-Yes.

In an isolated farm
outside of Rio de Janeiro.

Any more details about that farm?

Only that it's relatively close
to Hoch's home. That's what he said.

Did he say what his alias was?

He didn't say and I didn't ask.

I felt we had what we came for,

and that pushing him further
might be risky.

Well done, Uri.

Really, well done.

Whiskey?

It befits the moment.

Here, tell me how you like it.

But I need to tell you something else.

I used the pen you gave me.

What pen?

The poisoned pen you gave me.

I killed Rhoys with that pen.

-Why did you kill Rhoys?
-I had no choice.

We went hunting.

At some point,
Rhoys figured out that I was undercover.

What do you mean?
What did you do? What did you say?

I didn't say anything.
We were hunting deer.

Then he suddenly said,
"I know that you're an undercover agent,

either CIA or Mossad."

I tried to tell him it wasn't true,
but he wouldn't let it go.

So then I stabbed him in the neck
with the pen.

You didn't give me the pen
for signing cheques.

That's right, that's right.

Uri, Uri, Uri.

Okay, we're going
to have to do two things.

We'll check
the information about Mengele...

But it might take a while.

He can smell people looking for him
from miles away.

Also,

we'll look into Rhoys' death.

To see if anyone in Munich is suspicious,

or maybe everyone believes
that he died of natural causes.

Can I take this off now?

Leave it on for a few more days,
for credibility.

You've done really well.

You've done really well,
and good luck to us all.

Why hadn't you told Amos about the pen?

I was worried he wouldn't approve.
Only experienced agents get these things.

Then why didn't you tell me
it wasn't okayed?

I didn't want to put more pressure on you.

Thanks, Rafi. That pen saved me.

I was actually surprised it worked.

He was dead within five seconds.

Okay, let's get you home to Anna.

-Drop me off at the factory first.
-No problem.

You obviously don't miss home too much.

What's going on?

How did you do that?

I made a little bypass here,
like you said.

We needed two, not one.

But I also created
a big bypass at the first station.

That's where the problems started
and caused the pressure build-up.

You were right and I was wrong.

You saved the deal, Sammy.

We'll pay off all the kibbutz's debts.

You can go home. It's all working.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'm looking for Mr. Pearlman.

-Mishka.
-Huh?

-Thanks.
-Over here.

Good...

-Ah.
-Hello.

-Hello, Mishka.
-Hello. I'm Anna.

-Nice to meet you.
-You too, hello.

Sorry to bother you.

No need to apologize.
These chairs are in no rush.

Over here.

-This is very hot.
-Thank you very much.

Wonderful.

A lady who likes strong,
boiling hot black coffee.

-Very nice.
-I work at the barn in the kibbutz.

I milk cows at night.
Without black coffee, I'd fall asleep.

Good for you.

-Well, how can I help you?
-Okay...

I'm working on a study
about the Dutch Jews.

I'm a Holocaust survivor myself.

My parents and little sister died,

and my research
focuses on Westerbork camp,

from where they sent the Jews
to the death camps.

My focus is on the Nazi officers
who were in charge of the camp.

I understand that the Avengers
"set the record straight",

as Professor Yanai put it,
with SS officer Martin Breitner,

who was in charge
of sending Jews to their death.

I hear that you and a partner of yours
did this,

and I would like to know

how you found him and how you did this.

I won't mention you by name, of course.

You can use my name, no problem.

-It's already in a book about that.
-Oh, that's good then.

So...

Tell me, how...

you set the record straight with him?

Listen...

We got his name and address,
followed him for a few days,

and then waited for him one morning.

I jumped him,
hit him hard on his bald spot,

gagged him and took him to a nearby field.

That's where we did it.

I had a gun.

I pointed it at his face,
and we interrogated him.

Amazing.
Did you hold him down by yourself?

I heard he was quite a big guy.

He was pretty small
without the uniform and the rank.

You mean, Breitner was short?

Sort of.

-I didn't measure him.
-Of course not.

It must have been a tough struggle.

I pointed a gun at all of them.
That was enough.

After a moment of shock, they all looked
as though they were expecting me.

Mishka,

you jumped to the end, but I'd like
to know more about the process.

Can you take me
inside a mission like that?

How did you know who to follow?
Did you get photos of the Nazi officers?

We usually did,

but with him, they were afraid he'd flee.

They only gave us a name and an address.

Mishka, I'm a little confused.

It's just that the research
has to be accurate.

I heard that Breitner
was quite a big man, and he wasn't bald.

Big, small, bald, not bald. It's all
the same when they're on the ground.

Professor Yanai
gave me this photo of Breitner.

Could he be wrong?

-What's your question?
-Is this the man you killed?

Lady, we killed Breitner.

If that wasn't him,
it was another bastard.

Of course, no doubt about that.

That man admitted to being a Nazi
and murdering Jews.

He wasn't the first, nor the last.

-You did invaluable work.
-It wasn't enough.

Many of those bastards are still out
there, raising kids as if nothing's wrong.

I hope they all go to hell.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
I have work to do.

Thanks.

Hello, everyone.

Let's start rehearsal, please.

Children!

I want us to rehearse the dance
that we did last time.

Children, please stand in a circle,
I want to rehearse.

Micah, Yonatan, please, come.
Girls, I'm talking to you.

Nadav, come here, please.

I'm asking you for the last time
to stand in a circle.

Enough!

-Excuse me?
-Yes?

Do you know
where Uri and Anna Zehavi live?

-Yes, the Zehavis live down there.
-Further down.

-Thank you.
-Have a good day.

Yes?

Yes?

-Hello.
-Hello, I'm sorry, are you Uri Zehavi?

-Yes.
-I'm...

My name is Izya Goldstein,

I... Can I come in for a moment, please?

Just for one moment.

How can I help you?

I was in Auschwitz.

Your wife Anna came to our house,

and she said that you also
have a number from Auschwitz on your arm,

the exact same number as my brother,
Manfred Goldstein.

I just wanted to see if it was true.

Mr. Goldstein,
I'm not a Holocaust survivor.

I moved here before the war.

I don't have a number on my right arm
or my left arm.

I wasn't at the camps.

I can see that you're not my brother,
but your wife told me...

that... that you had...

Look, just between us, okay?

My wife,

whom I love dearly,
she's a Holocaust survivor.

Her whole family died in the camps.

Since you're a Holocaust survivor too,
I'm sure you'll understand.

She has her bad days,
and she's been unwell recently.

I'm sorry she arrived at your home
and said all those things.

I couldn't sleep at night.
I had to see it with my own eyes.

I'm sorry that you came for nothing.

No, that's okay.

-I just had to see it.
-I'm sorry.

Thelma.

What are you doing here,

this late?

I think Uri is lying to me.

What do you mean?

-Is he seeing someone else?
-No, not at all.

I think he's lying about his identity
and about what he did during the war.

What makes you think that?

Remember when we first met him
at the refugee camp?

Yes, of course. He was there with
his blanket, covered in mud. Sure, sure.

You know that no one knew who he was
or where he had come from?

Just like everyone else at that camp.

Nobody knew where they came from
or who they were.

Some people had done certain things
just to stay alive.

They didn't want to talk about it.

-What difference does it make?
-A big difference.

Then why don't you ask him?

-You want me to ask him?
-No way.

-I'll see him first thing tomorrow.
-Why?

We're planting a new orchard. Why do you
think I'm here fixing this monster?

Don't tell him anything, not a word.

Alright.

I promise.

Promise.

I swear.

Would you like a sandwich?

Egg salad with dill and mayonnaise?
Rafi's specialty.

Yeah, sure.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine.

-And you?
-Fine.

How was your trip?

Very good.

-Really?
-Yes.

What did you do over there?

I wish I could tell you.
You'd be proud of me.

I hope that at some point
we'll be able to say...

more.

Anna?

Anna?

Would you like some coffee?

You know...

I've decided to talk
to Tamar and Steven tomorrow.

I will tell them everything
I went through.

-What are you thinking?
-You know what I'm thinking.

Especially now,

when you're so fragile.

-I'm fragile?
-Yes.

What about you? Aren't you fragile?

Yes.

-I'm also fragile.
-Why is that?

Because I'm worried about your demons
and nightmares coming back.

Good morning.

-What time is it?
-05:30 am.

Did you know Ezer Weizman was wrong?

About what?

He said, "the best ones become pilots."
The best ones become farmers, not pilots.

The best ones are farmers,
not pilots, farmers!

I'm dead serious.

Is planting an orchard better
than bombing Egypt with Phantom jets?

I have great respect for the Air Force,

but getting food from the land is life.

Bombing is death.

-Are you drunk?
-You think?

So what... what's going on?

I remembered how I used to take you
to work in the fields,

before I left
and got addicted to the factory.

Remember what everyone called you
after one month of work?

"King of the Field."

King of the Field.

Hey.

-Hey.
-I looked for you in the laundry room.

-Yeah, I switched shifts.
-Ah.

What?

Nothing. Need some help?
You have extra pruners?

Yes.

I'll help you.

Thanks.

Tamush, if it's not too late and...

Steven doesn't
have to get ready for the trip...

I think I can...

I think I want...

to share my testimony with you.

It's not too late. Are you sure?

No, I'm not sure.

But I think if it doesn't happen now,
before Steven leaves, it'll never happen.

Does Dad know?

Why are you asking?

No reason. Maybe he'll also end up
sharing his testimony.

Whatever, I don't know...
You two always decide together.

It's my decision this time.

I promised him I wouldn't do it.

Steven, I know, and as I said,
he'll be hearing from me about this.

-He's a scary guy, your dad.
-Don't let him scare you.

He barks a lot, but he doesn't bite, okay?

I bet he gave her an order
not to do it, too.

I don't think she still cares so much
about what he has to say, honestly.

I need a glass of water.

So this trip with my family

was for my parents
to give me away to a Dutch farmer

named Van Jensen.

I didn't understand what was happening.

My mother told me
it was a vacation in the country.

She told me to be a good girl

and that they will come back for me
in a few days.

How old were you?

I was twelve.

Van Jensen and his wife,

they hid me in a barn,

above the pigs.

It was very, very cold.

I had this, like, blanket
that my mother gave me.

They brought me food,

and sometimes,
their son, Anton, brought it.

I cried a lot.

And then one day his wife beat me,

because she said that my crying
will get us all killed.

So I stopped crying.

And I was just waiting.

Waiting for my parents
to come and take me.

But they were already dead.

Now I know.

They were murdered.

How long were you there for?

After... a year and a half, I was...

I got sick, pneumonia,

because of the cold.

And then they moved me to...

A hole, it was a hole in the basement,
covered.

There were a lot of rats,

a lot of rats there.

Anton told me that...

my family forgot about me.

That no one wanted me.

I remember I said to myself
that he's lying.

But then, in the end, I believed him.

I was hungry all the time...

I was very, very cold.

And...

the rats...

And then one day,

two Nazi soldiers came,

but Van Jensen and his wife,
they didn't tell them about me,

and then they shot them both

and their two children.

They shot them in the head.

But Anton wasn't there, so he survived.

And then it was just me and Anton.

He said that...

because of me, his family was murdered.

He was right.

I'm tired.

-Sorry, I'm tired.
-Sure, Mom, we'll continue another time.

Does she want to continue?

No. We'll continue another time.
It's enough for today.

Thanks.

My sweetheart.

Thank you.

Dear Mrs. Zehavi,

concerning your request
to access the personal files

of SS Obersturmführer Martin Breitner.

Your request has been approved and
you will be provided with the file soon.