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Mr. Powell, is that you? I'm not here.

Go away.

Please, I must speak with you. My name is Michael Minkowski.

I'm the attorney representing the Plasov prisoners.

What's it this time? Are you going to sue for an apology from the Nazi party?

maybe for back wages for time spent working in camps?

No.

I'm suing for charges.

A trial has been scheduled against Franz Kuhn, and we want, we need you to

testify. This man has been acquitted twice, and he will always be acquitted.

There's no proof of the charges against him. It doesn't matter if one or a

thousand of his victims comes forward. All he has to do is smile and say, oh,

must have been somebody else. It wasn't me. It was that other mass -murdering

Nazi, and he's free. I promise you this time will be different.

How can you promise me that?

You don't know who I am. Of course I know who you are.

Another attorney who likes to milk his clients for all they worth. And at the

end of the case, nobody wins but you. So, good day.

Mr. Powell, Mr. Powell, please.

This is our chance.

Okay.

Here's how this will go.

When I say stop, you stop.

And when I say go, you go.

Do you have my word?

Now go.

Fear never stopped you before.

Would you like some tea?

Please.

Would you mind turning off the faucet for me?

Sure.

I've heard it said that art is a reflection of the soul.

Ah.

Art critic and an attorney.

Now I'm really true Did

you come here to stare at my walls or to talk to me

Yes, well Do you mind

a little culture have at it

This will take the place of me having to appear in Vienna, huh?

Well, having you in person would be much more convincing.

This is testimony of Mr. Josef Bauer, the state versus former SS guard Franz

Kroon, October 1971.

Is that all right? Yes, very creative. Thank you.

So your first encounter with SS Karl Franz Kroon was in the Kvasshof camp, so

tell me. No, it was in my later days at the ghetto, when he was just a

soldier in the Nazi army.

Get over to the truck.

Don't you hear me?

Now, quickly.

And they live faster.

What's that?

Back to work!

Now!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

I do not speak German.

I'm on my way to the administration office.

Get to your feet.

I'm on my way. Perhaps you could take it up with your umsterführer.

But you can kiss my ass, you piece of shit.

As you like.

Is this my deposition of yours?

Yours? I kissed him on the cheek.

And ran.

Oh, stop. I'm sorry.

Netanya, they stopped me.

I thought I was a dead man. You look alive to me, my friend. Do you have the

IDs?

Well done.

Excellent work. Thank you. No, no, no, no, no.

Thank you.

My dear, why do you waste your time on someone like me?

If a gentleman is attractive enough, it is never a waste of a lady's time.

Now you stay off that foot and away from trouble.

And keep that hat.

It's gorgeous on you.

Shalom Yitzef.

Shabbat shalom, Joseph.

You're late.

You aren't still forging IDs, are you, Joseph, I told you? Yes. What kind of

Shabbat blessing is that, Abraham?

No, Papa, just maps.

He can't get into trouble for that, not yet.

Anything you do for the resistance can get you into trouble already.

If the ghetto has been deported to work camps... Stop being such a coward,

Avroham. Anything this boy can do to help our people fight back, you should

proud of him. This is a family matter.

We may be forced to live in this small room together, but you are not family.

You think you are a hero, as if you should be complimented for being

but actually all you're doing is risking your life and the lives of your family.

I'm just trying to give people hope.

Exactly. How will you do that? By reminding people that there's some

they can't take from us.

Laughter, joy, our spirits.

And we're not helpless.

These are just men with guns.

Just stop persecuting him, Abraham.

We have Nazis for that.

Forgive me for thinking it's important we keep believing there's more beyond

this.

You have any new movies to show us?

Your fear is their greatest weapon.

It's the first weapon that we need to take from them.

I just want you to know I'm very proud of you.

I don't think anyone, even your father, could damage your optimism.

Thankfully.

Because hope is in high demand these days.

Trucks are coming. Trucks are coming. Wake up.

And what? We should outrun them?

Joseph,

do what they say. Do not give them a reason to harm us.

Hey.

Pick up the small.

I'll pick up the large.

This is all the bread I can get today.

Anya, stop.

Everyone is starving.

But we are all we have left.

I have to do what I can.

Mama would have done the same. You know that, little brother.

Thank you.

What's your name?

My name is Alex.

And you are?

Joseph.

How did you land in this lap of misery?

I forgive the obvious, but you don't exactly blend in.

My father was the wrong color.

Well, how dare he?

She's my mom!

And what do we have here?

He says it's his mother's grave.

Prisoner number 69084.

You are wanted by the commandant.

Follow me to the administration office.

Joseph Paul.

Glad to make your acquaintance.

First

to

keep your eyes down.

He doesn't usually kill twice in the same hour.

I can't believe it.

Such a tragedy.

The carpet is ruined.

Why are you here?

You're a new mapmaker, Commandant.

That's better than you are.

Well, I have a degree from the Academy of Fine Arts in Krakow.

I'm skilled in cartography, Gothic lettering, drafting.

Gothic lettering.

Yes, gothic lettering.

That's what's actually my specialty.

Then you could be of service.

How fortunate.

And for you.

Nitek, get me a new carpet and manicurist that knows how to cut some

cuticles. Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

How do you do this?

I try to focus on each moment as if it's my last.

How does that help you?

You really pull some strings.

I wanted to make sure you had all you needed to keep you alive.

Time to put your special ID forgery talent to good use.

We have an office where you can work your magic.

Wow.

They're brand new. They are.

Yes.

Nathaniel!

This is my brother, Itzhak Stern.

I told him of your involvement in the resistance. He wanted to meet you.

He's Oscar Schindler's accountant.

Privileged to meet you.

Who is Oscar Schindler?

I'll let you two talk.

I need to get back to my work before the guards come looking for me.

Mind if I join you?

Well, I certainly hope this office meets my extravagant standards.

I can only do slave labor for psychopathic monsters under a place of

luxury.

Whoa.

I already see that I'm going to have complaints.

And where's my girl?

No fan, no grapes.

I don't know.

You know, I may just have to take it up with the little guy with the funny

mustache and the tiniest pee -pee in the known universe.

Eh, you know, he holds the record.

If we do our work, maybe we can survive this madness and tell our story.

In the world...

Is it possible to change my feed?

I made that for the coma bath.

I shower to him before he goes to bed every night.

He likes that and a glass of warm milk.

Let's make a copy for the viewer.

Or he will be jealous.

I bend him over, he's off his desk, and I give him a nice good smack.

And then, boom, lights out.

And we are where?

We are here, sir.

But in a certain sense, where any of us really need to.

It's time for your manicure, sir. Yeah, thank God.

Your report, as requested, sir.

You

chopped

the twill, right?

Yes, it's a test.

To test to see if a building explodes when you drop a missile on it?

Come on.

Well, we're going close to shelter, not far. Just stay calm.

Are you okay?

Sometimes I feel like my mind can't tell the difference between

memories and reality.

I know what you mean. The good news is I'll die soon, so you'll never get old.

You're Austrian, aren't you? Yeah.

Why does an Austrian such as yourself care about us Jews, huh?

That's something I should tell you.

A lie.

Yes, yes.

Well, all good things must come to an end.

We're done here.

I have more to ask. Goodbye, Mike.

For what it's worth, I like you.

You got some brains with a side of balls.

Good luck with your kicks.

Ugh.

I want a map of the man's barrack, 52 to 57.

Three copies by tonight.

But there's no sun.

I need it for the emulsion to harden.

Perhaps I should find a new mapmaker?

No, absolutely not. You've already found the finest mapmaker in the land.

I might even make four.

Get to it.

You connect me?

You're a dead woman.

Yes, Commandant.

Slower.

How does this work?

Well, I'm waiting for the sunshine to come out.

Without the sun's rays, the emulsion won't harden.

And Goethe wants three copies by evening, naturally.

Looks like you might have a problem.

Maybe you can be my sunshine.

What are you doing?

I'm Joseph, by the way.

Hey!

Back to the woman's barrack.

Hey, back on your work.

Let me have it.

regular by green.

Okay, now I'm going to close my eyes and see the future I want.

Oh, no.

I'm only seeing black. Okay.

Oh, no, no, no. Not the rabbit. I was thinking rabbi. The spirits can't spell.

Will you make one for me?

Well, obviously I'm not a Jew, so what's your offense?

Let's just say that they don't approve of who I choose to love.

What would you like your card to be?

I was studying to be an architect.

Any architect it is.

Let's see what you can do when you're properly incentivized.

All it takes is a little Aryan push.

Commandant. Our new mapmaker is proving to be far more industrious than the

previous one.

This Jew here... This Jew is far more

than just a mapmaker.

He's also a very...

A very funny fellow.

We're done.

Listen to me carefully.

That funny little Jew is proving to be quite useful.

So if you intend on disposing of him, you'd better have someone equally as

talented to replace him.

We have a moment.

I spoke with Joseph.

Good. He worries me.

He's soft.

He can do the work and my brother vouches for him. That's all I need.

Don't mistake soft for weak.

He's determined.

He's eccentric, yes, but he's an artist.

Don't worry about him.

Give him a chance.

Papa.

You have to eat. Come on.

Stubborn ox.

Come on.

There are ways to get out of here. I'm going to get you.

No plans.

Don't you see? There is no leaving.

None of us will ever escape.

Do you run around here handing out faults, hope?

But the truth is, all that is left is pain.

Life in here is like a chess game.

Except every move is chicken meat.

Papa,

I got you.

This man is done.

No, he's just tired. He's a strong man. He can work.

The mapmaker.

The commandant was just advising me to take the very best care of you.

Your father?

I see the resemblance.

Why don't you have your father?

And pull up his shirt for me. No, please.

With me instead.

You want me to whip you instead?

I beg of you.

Please, with me.

Well, since you insist.

No, no.

Don't worry.

I won't touch your precious hands.

Count in German.

Schwein!

Herr Commandant, I hesitate to even mention this, but... Yes?

Your mapmaker is currently being beaten out in the yard, and I fear we may have

some trouble finding a suitable replacement.

No!

Nothing for me to say?

Tell us the joke, why don't you? No!

I'm sorry, what?

So go deep with it. Right away, Herr Commandant.

The commandant would like to see you immediately.

Eh, when I'm done. No, no, he asks that you come immediately.

I said, when I'm done.

Of course.

I'll notify the commandant.

This is not finished.

My sister works in the commandant's kitchen.

A chef?

I imagine she turned down many job offers at high -end fine dining

establishments for this job, huh?

I mean, I wouldn't want to work anywhere else.

We're also the best to cook for, you know, because no matter what you make

I'm Joseph, by the way. Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

How are you?

Not so bad.

It only hurts when I'm awake.

Thank you for stopping it.

I'm sorry it wasn't sooner.

I have a new shirt for you.

It's funny.

This is a legend now.

This heavenly experience.

Yes, but side projects like this put you in danger.

And people are counting on you now to help them.

There are only so many maps to be made.

So, I mentioned to the commandant the deteriorating conditions of the camp

signage and how other camps have much bigger, better signs.

He ordered me straight to work.

I, uh, hope you guys aren't sick of me yet because we're back in business.

Isaac!

my sunshine did

you

know that rebecca means captivating

well i am captive you will always be captivating to me they

couldn't gauge you if they tried

Oscar, that's so good.

And so, you want some of my prisoners.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you not already at capacity?

I mean, how many of these people does it take to make these pots and pans?

You'd be surprised, Commandant, with the demand for new mess kits.

Sky high.

We need more workers to meet it.

And of course, I would remain grateful.

This man loves his wine, his women, but most importantly,

the fossil land.

The fossil land.

Hello?

Don't forget your food. Anya, what would my barracks do without you?

Thank you.

That's our food!

I didn't mean to.

I'll get the glove.

Go on.

My apologies about that.

Emma, she's a servant. I'm sure she did not intend.

No, no, no, Oscar. Why don't I get so many chances?

We must try this out, pal.

My loyal Karun, why don't you go clean yourself up?

Danke.

Oh!

I had a thought.

I want your opinion on something.

Mapmaker!

Where are my posters?

What do you think about putting up a dozen of these around your Emalia

They're very... striking.

The typhus was my idea.

It's a very under -reported but significant element of the Jewish

Striking and informative.

Bravo.

I can guarantee five dozen of these.

works of art to be exhibited at Amalia if you can guarantee my workers.

Oscar, you drive a very hard bargain.

Are you sure you're not half Jew?

Five dozen.

Thank you.

So,

Joe President.

You couldn't have saved her.

You don't know that.

You should have fought back.

You should have killed that man.

Even if you had killed him, you would have never made it out of that house

alive.

I want you to live. I need you to.

Why?

Baruch atah Adonai, Elohim melech haolam, amot

ilachem min ha 'aretz.

He's going to do it.

He's got that look in his eyes.

That should do it.

Hey.

Would you be a favor and just hold this for me?

There we go. Thank you.

It's a good idea.

Use your foot instead.

What is he doing?

Thank you again for that bread the other night.

After the whipping, the pain was unbearable.

But you know what they say, time is the best doctor.

Of course, I always say, how can he be such a good doctor when he kills all of

his patients?

Well, that's not entirely true. Sometimes he tortures and gives them

As lots, he whips our asses into Swiss cheese.

No laughter to Swiss cheese, huh?

Oh, now I see.

You don't want them to waste a bullet on you.

That's very considerate of me, Cal.

And I'm sorry.

Now imagine.

If that fence wasn't there, where would you go?

What would you do?

Would you be a baker?

No.

You give away your bread.

You go broke.

Or maybe...

A pole vaulter?

I don't know. If you could do that, it would have cleared the fence a long time

ago.

No.

Or maybe it's something else.

What do you want more than anything?

Revenge. Wow.

Revenge.

Now there's a worthwhile pursuit.

Fine.

Why don't we call it?

Justice.

If you want justice, you're going to have to survive.

And once we get out of here, I'll make your first business cards free of

Although tips and bread are always appreciated.

Don't let them win me, Cal.

Can I see his smile?

There it is.

Who is he?

His name is Joseph.

You are a gift from God.

Nonsense.

I'm just happy to be with you.

Oh, you're happy now.

What are you doing here?

If they catch you here, they kill you. No, but I'm in disguise.

What, you don't think I can pass for some woman? What, two heads?

That is not the point. I'm sorry. I have to see you.

Please.

I'm already here.

Give me just five minutes, please.

I'll massage your feet.

I fit.

We'll see how enamored you are with me after you take off my shoes.

This is going to take a lot longer than five minutes.

So what you did saved my house life.

All I did was show a confused boy a drawing.

It was much more than that.

Please, you're distracting me from my work. I only have a few minutes left.

Everything. We only have four minutes left.

Well, actually, I'm a nurse.

Or I was one in the ghetto.

Now all I do is nails.

No, you do much more than that.

I see you.

You take care of everybody.

Do what they can. That's what they have.

But who takes care of you?

Still here.

Who's your father?

Your father?

I met a woman.

The most wonderful woman.

Only you yourself could find something like that in a place like this.

Move it along.

Thank you.

A day?

In here?

Are you going to go?

I don't know.

I have nothing to wear.

Afternoon, Mitter. Good afternoon, sir.

Careful, sir.

Where's his cargo?

He will be back soon.

It's sick?

Oscar, have you met Mr. Powell?

Not formally.

Oscar Schindler.

I'm familiar with your work.

Yes, but have you seen his latest?

You have all the makings of a master criminal, Mr. Barr.

Have you heard?

They want to shut down Amalia.

They're closing all factories.

They don't contribute to the war effort. Who needs enamelware anyway?

Restaurants without customers?

Munitions. That's Fezagoltis.

A booming business.

I am scouting in Czechoslovakia.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

So, my friend, what do we have today?

Oh, nothing much.

A few bottles of Chateau Lafitte Rothschild and some beluga caviar from

Adriatic.

My favorite, Oscar.

You'll never cease to amaze me.

Two glasses.

Schnell. Come.

How can you trust him? The man has saved hundreds of our people. He convinced

the Nazis to use us as free labor in his factory.

Everybody wins.

Nobody dies.

I make a list of prisoners for Schindler. He asked Goethe to re -assign

workers. And he just said, God has given us a boy messiah.

If Schindler gets his workers for his factory with Goethe's approval, what's

with all the forgeries I'm creating? There is danger in knowing too much.

Oh, well, I'd hate to be in danger.

The resistance is quite creative.

The system with Oscar is just part of the plan.

Weekly, Gert signs off on a separate list of prisoners to be executed.

Our inside man, who works closely to Gert, provides us a copy of this list.

The execution list from the inside man is given to Gert's prostitute.

Oh!

She gets the list to the gardener.

The gardener... passes the list to a resistance member in the Krakow mosque.

He then finds IDs from recently deceased non -Jewish families that can be forged

to match the names on the list. He gets those IDs back to the governor, who

then... Hand them to me, I give them to you, and you work your magic. And then

they're smuggled out before they are executed.

So, this inside man who's copying this list from inside Goodsville must be very

good. She certainly is.

Bert keeps a copy of the list sitting on his desk in the same spot every week.

He likes to review it as he has his nails done.

But now, if he ever saw her doing this... Everyone puts their life on the

for the greater cause.

Time will go.

in the education building? Well, it's rough, boys.

It's not all caviar and foie gras.

We also have lobster and pâté.

That's only on Wednesdays. No.

Yeah. Good to these sauerkraut servants.

And they are, huh?

One has to watch the Nazis like a hawk.

I'm not sure what it is about them yet, but I don't believe they can entirely be

trusted.

They're going to let him talk to you like that?

Oh, talking down, I'm going to give that man later, Nathaniel.

He's going to be so scared. His balls are going to be in his throat. He's

to have three atoms on the bushel.

I'll do it later, in private.

I find that when I publicly humiliate this one, he starts to think we're in a

relationship.

And I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment.

So you know him, then?

I do.

I'm Franz Grimm.

You stay away from him.

Oh, my God.

Alexei, do you know why they're doing this?

I don't think they need a visa.

Next time, we'll vacation in the tropics, okay?

I've always told you to play by the rules, but look where this has brought

The scene's coming.

It protects you.

Your father did my job to protect... Papa, you were trying to protect your

family. I am the one who should be sorry.

You've always played by your own rules, Joseph, and I think...

It has frightened me for a long time but it doesn't anymore.

And I am so, so proud of you.

I thought you'd stood me up.

I would never.

You're in the barracks. The one they kept out all night. I heard about it.

I'm sorry to postpone our date.

I really don't like being cold.

You're warm now, yes?

Definitely getting warmer.

I should go.

Wait.

Do you have those maps for the commandant?

Why were you torturing the mapmaker?

You forced him to stay in the cold overnight.

Are you that stupid?

What if you had killed him?

How am I supposed to build a work camp without men?

He was disrespecting me.

You dare speak back to me?

I don't care what he was doing.

Don't forget your place here.

I picked you up from the gutter when you were just a lowly boxer getting beaten

for a living.

Now, you get to do the beating.

When I say so.

Do you understand?

Nod, you stupid boy.

What's that?

On your cheek.

Give that to me.

No.

This is mine.

I draw this.

No. Herr Grun, that's a lie. You know this is my work.

A lying Jew.

If he says it's his drawing, then I believe him.

So.

It's your drawing?

Yes.

You swear on it?

Yes. I swear I don't want it.

Well.

I'm going to tell you about this.

Papa.

Papa.

Mama.

It's all my fault.

Everything you begged me not to do over and over.

It's how I killed him.

I never should have.

You know you did not do this. You didn't kill him.

You don't bear any of these sins.

No, there is no logic in why anything happens anymore.

Dear, dear God, why have you done this to us?

There is something you need to see.

Liquidation? The entire camp.

But it is not confirmed. And so far it is just a recommendation.

Oscar knows?

Yes.

You!

Making the world a purer place.

It should be race.

Making the world a purer race.

No?

Yes. You're right. A purer race is much better.

I'll fix it immediately.

Ed, I say that you can go.

I could kill you right now.

Sit down and finish my tea, and nobody would even...

Thank you, Commander.

It's been a lucky day.

Al!

Yeah, what?

In two weeks, the whole camp.

And how do you suggest I do that?

It's impossible.

You are the magician, dream maker, the one we all look to for hope.

Whenever a heart has gone cold, you have brought it back to life.

I know because you did it for me.

What if it was never real to begin with and I was just fooling myself?

Well, you fooled me too.

So keep tending.

And here, we are free.

Do you hear that?

Those violins?

Shall we dance?

Four? You said three.

I changed my mind.

It's now four.

It's a good thing I hate eating.

Rebecca Tenenbaum.

However long forever is.

Will you share it with me?

Thank you, crazy person.

Join me if that ever changes.

I'm afraid it's going to be a very short engagement.

In fact, I've already sent out invitations.

A woman.

Rabbi would have a harder time sneaking in, you know, if not as pretty as me.

Harayat Mekedeshet Li Petabat Zo

Etat Moshe

And Israel.

It's a nice reminder that even in here you can still find love.

Well, maybe not you.

If I'm not at that line -up, then go.

Well,

where are they? What?

You have my signposts. What signposts? Well, I've been waiting. I was told that

someone was bringing me posts to hang these signs around the women's barracks.

What signs?

For the cholera outbreak.

The smell by the women's latrines is truly horrifying.

A math case of it.

Explosive diarrhea, like a bomb, went off.

Yeah, well, that's your job. You handle it.

Go! Go, go, go!

Did you do it?

What's next? More IDs?

I'm afraid the time for that is over.

What's happening?

The liquidation is to proceed. Miatek has seen the memos to confirm.

They plan to leave no trace for the Russians.

What does that mean for us?

Extermination.

Most of us are being sent to Auschwitz almost immediately, and the lucky ones

will go with Schindler to his factory in Brunhild. There must be more that we

can do.

Let's think about it once you get to Schindler's factory.

Rebecca, she has to get sent to the factory. We have to get her on that

And my mother. I cannot.

I can't add any more names. The total number is final.

I'm sorry.

Isaac, then let me take their place with them. Take them instead of me.

I'll be your insect.

Yusuf, Mazel Tov on your wedding.

We don't encounter much good news around here, so when we do, it gets around

quick.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm only setting up, Commandant.

You think I don't see you?

Always looking around.

Everywhere. Like a little rat.

Looking for some cheese.

It's you, handsome.

Do you know what this is?

These people will be sent to a factory.

But they will work for the Reich.

You should be happy for them.

Why are you looking at this list?

No reason, Commandant.

My eyes just fell on it. I meant no harm.

You're not my problem anymore!

Get out!

Yosef isn't here.

Why is my name on Schindler's list and not yours?

He made you change it to save me.

Change it back.

Rebecca, please. You have to. You know it.

He is far more valuable to the resistance than I am.

Look, I don't want to... He will be angry with you, worried for me.

But I'm nothing next to the hundreds of people he can help.

is our mission.

Rebecca! Joseph!

Joseph!

Rebecca!

I wrote these for you.

I'll find you, no matter what. I love you.

This one is mine.

Where do you think you've gone?

I love you.

That's all.

I specifically asked the commandant to let me give you a special goodbye.

He forbid it.

Now he's not here to stop me, is he? No, no, no, no, no.

This one's on the list for Schindler's Factor.

Was ist das?

Give that to me.

You've made a mistake.

Take her instead of me.

Rebecca!

This is what she wanted.

I measured your figure with my own, counted your eyelashes with the tip of

tongue, and hungering for you, recited your virtues from memory.

Good to see you, my friend.

Please.

So, did you bring me anything?

Great.

They should see our friends safely into Argentina.

And the Russian ones?

They're coming. I'm sorry.

I just... I've had a lot on my mind lately.

Anything you'd like to talk about?

I'm fine.

You know, Joseph, I may come across as an ungrateful sod, but the agency values

you and your work immensely.

So, have you decided if you're going to testify?

Nothing gets past Mossad.

Testify, I mean, what's the good in that? I mean, it's not going to bring

anybody back.

It's not about going back.

It's about moving forward.

Yes, sir.

Then will the next set of documents be ready?

Oscar, what is happening at Auschwitz?

Nothing is confirmed.

All I know is that the Allies are gaining ground, and the Reich continues

demand all evidence of the camps be destroyed.

They hung gods.

The Nazis found the warehouse full of prisoner property.

Never a good idea to steal from the Reich.

But what have you heard about Auschwitz?

There must be survivors, right?

Very little from Auschwitz has ever been reported.

But what is that little?

You're asking a question.

To which you already know the answer.

They're just rumors.

An old friend from Goethe's house.

Never give up miracles do happen

Surrendered? The war is over?

What? What does that mean?

It means we survived.

The fatherland has surrendered.

The telegram confirms it.

There's no reason for you to die in a Russian prison camp.

Oh, no. To be tortured, to suffer an agonizing death? No, your best bet is to

flee. Quick, go.

I don't worry. I won't report you for running.

You can count on that.

The rest of the telegram instructed him to exterminate all the Jews in this

building.

What a pity they left before I could finish.

Oscar, what will you do?

I'll have to flee, too, of course.

But this moment isn't about me.

Now is the time for celebration.

Prove. To freedom.

To freedom.

To freedom!

So, we can go.

Just like that.

Yes.

We're free to go, Joseph. We can do as we please.

Well, then, I must see you later, dear friends.

Who are you looking for?

An Auschwitz survivor, Tannenbaum, Rebecca Tannenbaum, maybe Rebecca Bauer.

Are you certain she was sent to Auschwitz?

In 1944, I don't know the month.

There's no record of her. Are you sure?

I eat their name.

I'm sorry.

Joseph? Rita.

Where is she?

Before the camps were liberated, a number of us were moved from

Auschwitz to Ligteverden.

The Nazis were trying to stay ahead of the Allies, but eventually they got too

close and...

Most of the Nazis fled.

Rebecca and I escaped on a wagon outside Silesia.

But there was an accident.

The wagon flipped.

I was thrown clear, but Rebecca, she was trapped

underneath.

I ran for help, but... It was so dark and I couldn't find my way back to her.

I just left her there.

I'm so sorry, Yusuf. I'm so sorry.

And my mother.

I'll keep looking for Rebecca, no matter what.

Rebecca, Rebecca, get in the car. No.

Rebecca.

Rebecca!

Rebecca, get in the car!

Rebecca, get in the car!

Rebecca, get in the car!

This Jew is far more than just a nutmaker.

This one is mine. Rebecca!

I'm Carl Richter.

I'm lead counsel for the defendant.

I would like to say that I am an admirer of your work.

And that I'm sorry for your loss during the war.

Losses.

This is the anger.

There is no reason to direct this at me.

Don't you believe every accused party deserves a defense?

Go to Blashoff Prison Camp in 1943 and ask the same question.

Erica? Enjoying your chat with my witness?

Hardly a chat, Counselor.

Only a courtesy.

See you on the stand.

Would you like to run through anything?

No.

No run -throughs.

No practices, no advice, no encouragement.

I will say what I will say, and that will be that.

You know, there's something I've been meaning to say to you.

Justice.

You're not here because of me.

I'm here because of you.

Me here.

You gave me a future.

Well, I merely reminded you it was there.

So you didn't actually see the defendant strike Anna Vankovsky?

I heard him beat her to death.

But you didn't see it happen?

The sounds were horrible.

Do you know of anyone else who might have seen it happen?

I was right there. I know what happened.

And yet, you didn't see anything.

Is it not possible that your traumatic experiences in the camp,

of which I'm sure there were many, has left your memories a

bit...

Unreliable.

Is it not the case that your sister's medical records state that you suffer

shell shock?

A form of mental illness.

Right now.

And nobody would even say.

You don't think that affects your memory at all?

You are the magician.

In here, we are free.

Don't let them take that from you.

I know. This is difficult, Mr. Bao, to revisit the losses you suffered in the

war.

I can imagine.

The trauma that comes with losing a close family member, how it disturbs the

mind. Objection? Is there a question here?

Get to the point, Herr Richter.

Mr. Bauer, to your knowledge, did your counsel suffer the loss of a family

member during the war?

Yes.

His sister, Ania Wankowski.

The victim?

who you accused my client of murdering.

So much loss.

So much suffering.

And only one Nazi official here to blame.

Is it not natural instinct, Mr. Bauer, to place your rage on him?

Well...

He has earned it. You believe the defendant is guilty of horrible,

crimes. I do.

Do you hate him?

I do.

And yet, you are so calm and unemotional in your demeanor. Why?

Because your client doesn't scare me anymore.

To what are you referring?

Ask your client. He'll remember.

Remember what?

with the vow.

The moment of my revenge.

Shall I elaborate?

Not at this time.

Preserves the right to recross, Your Honor. Your Honor, I request a brief

recess. No.

Keep going. Talk to me.

Actually, uh...

Permission to redirect John Clinton

But

Have

you ever actually seen the defendant kill a person

Yeah, he killed my father right in front of me

Would you be all right describing that experience for us?

I would.

The inciting incident is actually quite amazing.

Amazing? Yes.

I'm an artist, so in the camp I would occasionally draw cartoons for the other

prisoners, you know, to keep up their spirits.

Oh, cartoons?

Yes. Mostly drawings depicting the humiliation of Nazi guards in various

And since the defendant was the most laughable of the guards, by far he was

frequently the object and victim of our ridicule and mockery.

Mockery as to what?

His lack of intelligence, mostly.

And his pitiful desperation to impress superior officers.

principally, Commandant Goode.

Grin was obsessed with seeking the Commandant's approval, a task which he

never able to accomplish.

That day, I had drawn an especially accurate, detailed rendering of the

defendant's face on the roll of toilet paper.

Actually, it was of Hitler.

The defendant will remain silent.

I had shown the drawing to dozens of prisoners already, to an extraordinary

reception. You'd think I had painted the Mona Lisa.

But do you know who loved it most of all?

Commandant Goode.

I had shown it to the commandant earlier that day.

I was his mapmaker, you see, and so I had a lot of close personal contact with

him. We considered each other friends. He complained to me often about Grimm.

When I showed him this toilet paper masterpiece, he found it particularly

amusing. He actually asked me to make copies for him, one to keep, and a

of extras which he said he wanted to give out to his friends.

I remember very clearly, as I was leaving the room, the commandant looked

drawing and he said, laughing,

Right where he belongs, that piece of shit!

Objection! The witness is provoking my client.

Overruled. Was that the moment of revenge to which you referred?

Oh, no.

Not even close. It was a prelude.

Later on that day, I was walking with my father, and as I was showing him the

drawing, it dropped.

The defendant saw it on the ground. The defendant was quite familiar with my

heart and knew it was my work.

But my sweet father shouted that he had drawn it, wanting to protect me.

But it didn't work.

No.

The defendant pulled out his luger.

He said something he must have felt was witty because he laughed.

But my father.

My poor father.

Who had kept me safe all my life.

Fuck off.

What?

And he shot him in the face.

Do you want to tell this part, friends, or should I?

Witness shall direct comments only to counsel.

What happened next, Mr. Bob?

Well, in a rage, I... I threw myself at Groon. My body slammed

into the gun. He let go. I grabbed it and I smashed it across his face.

You cannot possibly believe this. I yanked his arm with all my might and he

toppled off the horse.

Lies. This is a lie.

He was sprawled out in the snow and all of the men were shouting, kill him, kill

him. And I chose to go against his ear right here, right here. You filthy lying

Jew! You stop this now! The defendant will be held into contempt at court if

there's one more outburst.

And a little blood let out into the snow.

And I will never, never forget the look in that man's eyes.

And what was that look?

Terror.

Absolute.

Mr. Whipped him again against the side of the face and all the men were around

me screaming, kill him, kill him. And I put the muzzle right in his eye and he

was begging for his life, crying, tears running down his cheeks, whimpering and

shaking like a scared dog.

And I yelled at him, I'm going to shoot your face off. This is how you die,

pleading for mercy, held prison alone, beaten by the righteous hand of a Jew.

Night. There

it

is. You weak Nazi coward.

I may be just one, but I'm representing six million more of these.

I should have killed you when I had the chance.

I was a patriot following orders.

I was a patriot.

God, get this man out of my courtroom immediately.

Rebecca!

Keep whistling!

Rebecca?

Quite impressive, Mr. Powell.

Big talk for such a small man.

I learned from the best.

You've always been my sunshine.

I know a nice little cafe just two ones a corner. They serve a marvelous cherry

brandy.

I hope it's kosher.

Of course it's kosher.

Sounds great.

And the one thing I could never forget.

What is that?

Not here.

They can't take a joke.

Hey.

Can you hear it?

What?

Violins.

I had this time.

You were a long time coming.

I had given up hope. Lost the only thing left to hold.

We were so tired of running.

But the path never led to each other's doorstep.

You gave me hope.

you offer.

But we weathered the storm And we danced in the rain

Now we made it to summer Every kiss

heals the cracks From our lingering past