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Keep moving.

Doctor!

Without enough food, they can't resist the diseases.

We got the rations today?

They're late again.

I'll speak to the council.

Feed only those that have a chance to survive.

Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor. Dr. Weiss.

Dr. Weiss... your wife.

I just saw her.

My wife?

She just came in on the transport.

I'd recognize her anywhere.

Berta?!

Frau Berta Weiss?

Berta Weiss... do you know her?

Frau Berta Weiss... do you know, do you know her?

Berta Weiss?

Keep moving.

Berta!

Berta! Oh, Berta! Oh, Berta!

My love, my darling, how I missed you!

But where...? No, don't talk.

Just hold me! Okay.

Come, I'll show you where we live.

But shouldn't I register?

My law-abiding wife.

It can wait.

Even in this ghetto, bureaucracy is inept.

Can you believe we have a café?

It's not quite the Adlunge Hotel.

Where there are Jews, there must be a place to talk.

We ran out of coffee a long time ago.

We can sit and hold hands.

The way we did when you were a student.

Please, something for my baby.

Now, we will pretend this is the Kurfürstendamm.

Josef, you mustn't try to hide anything from me.

I will hide nothing from you.

Oh, later, later.

We manage here.

As a physician, there's work.

There's a community...

You needn't deceive me.

I've seen the beggars in the streets

and I've heard of the shootings.

But it will end.

I'm told Göring himself will end it.

No need to humor me any longer, Josef.

I've seen too much.

I suppose we all have.

Tell me about the children.

Anna...?

Josef...

Anna is dead.

Anna?

Anna?!

Well, how...?

Pneumonia.

It was quick and painless.

Must... How? Where?

In the apartment.

She fell ill one day.

We... we couldn't get her medicine.

She died painlessly, in her sleep.

Josef, cry. It will help.

But... but she's gone and perhaps it's better.

Better?

Life is always better than death.

Mm... No, I'm not sure anymore.

And the boys?

Rudi ran away.

I had a letter from him from Prague.

He told us not to worry.

You know Rudi... The indestructible one.

My street fighter.

I should have spent more time with him.

And Karl?

Karl still is in Buchenwald.

Inga has learned that he is...

as well as can be expected.

Josef, it is wrong for us to dwell on our misfortunes.

Agreed.

I'll, uh, I'll speak to them about letting you teach school.

Me?

Of course.

Wait'll you see the children of Warsaw.

Nothing in their stomachs half the time,

but those kids give concerts and plays...

Oh, Josef...

I have never loved you more.

Nor I you.

Oh, dear God...

I look at you and I see Anna.

We mustn't.

Come...

show me these elegant quarters, hmm?

Halt.

Sergeant Muller.

This is Private Richter, East Gate.

There's a woman here to see you, sir.

Frau Weiss.

Yes. Yes, Sergeant.

Guard, open up.

Herr Muller.

I received your letter.

How are you, Inga?

You know why I came here.

Walk your post.

Go.

Please come inside.

We have a visitors' room.

I want to see my husband.

We can discuss it inside, Inga.

You said in the letter you would arrange it.

Security is stricter now.

I was only transferred here two months ago.

I thought, as a favor, for old friends...

I want to see my husband.

Are you afraid of me?

No, I don't fear you.

This is not a visitors' room.

This is your room.

Please...

sit down.

Uh...

cigarette?

Cognac?

Coffee?

The real stuff, not ersatz.

Nothing but the best for the boys in the service.

I want to see Karl.

Ah... the Helms single-mindedness.

How is he?

Is he still in the tailor shop?

I'm afraid not.

He got into a fight of some sort.

They had to string him up for a while.

They put him to work in the quarry...

Hard work; pick and shovel.

You lied to me.

I can't see him, can I?

He's being worked to death, isn't he?

I've heard stories of what goes on.

You heard nonsense.

They work and they are fed.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

I'll help you.

Can you get a letter to him?

Why not?

And can you get one out for me?

And mail it to Berlin?

It can be managed.

We're not monsters, you know.

There's a job to be done.

It's more than a job, Muller.

For me, that's all it is.

You've known me a long time.

I was there at your wedding.

I've been through hard times, no work for years.

I had no father to send me to art school.

I'm a plain Berliner; a mechanic.

Why'd you look down on me for that?

That's not what I meant.

Oh, what's the difference?

Promise me you'll get my letters to him

and send his out to me.

Done.

So...

I'll leave.

Karl doesn't look well.

That outdoor work may finish him.

What?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm sticking my neck out,

but I have influence with the commandant.

What can you do?

I could have him transferred

to the art studio.

Oh, please...

please, would you do that?

I would be very grateful to you.

Good.

Of course, you'll have to bring the letters by hand.

Mail in and out of here is, uh... uncertain.

One more week of hacking at rocks

and he'll be another dead Jew.

Papers.

We haven't any.

Give us a chance.

We want to get to Yugoslavia.

We just want to cross Hungary.

Start moving.

Please. We can pay.

I said move!

Rudi!

Rudi, stop it! Stop it!

Run.

I ca... Helena, you'll die.

I can't.

Rudi, no more.

No more.

Helena, we have to.

There's no place safe for us here.

Rudi, it is useless.

We're... we are finished.

No.

They're going to have to kill us first.

You know, I...

I haven't the vaguest idea where we are right now.

Does it really matter?

Yes.

I'm not ready to die yet.

"The brotherhood of love"?!

Bilberstein, what the devil was "the brotherhood of love"?

I don't believe a word of it.

There's no such organization. Oh, it's true.

When I left the Lutheran ministry, I wanted to, um...

encourage human love through Christian faith.

And how did your brotherhood of love work out? Oh, badly,

I'm afraid, so I, uh, joined the SS.

Spreading the gospel amongst us, eh, Bilberstein?

No, no, we're all converts to a new faith... eh, Dorf?

A new faith? Yes, and we're the apostles.

Ah, listen to Dorf.

Which one of us is Peter?

Just call me Doubting Thomas.

So long as there is no Judas.

Dorf!

Watch out for that one.

Heydrich's classroom monitor.

Gentlemen,

you've all been chosen

for a very difficult job,

and you'll be watched.

Captain Dorf here is to be assigned

to the Russian front as a sort of traveling representative.

Selling what? Extermination?

You be careful with your choice of words, Blobel.

All of you tell Dorf what you've done

and put as little as possible on paper.

Gentlemen, the Führer himself

hasn't put any of this in writing,

so don't go blabbing about it.

"Blabbing."

Little squirt.

This will be no easy job.

You'll have a thousand miles

of the Russian front to manage,

from the Baltic to the Black Sea.

With less than 3,000 men?

Yes, sir.

The plan includes recruiting local militia...

Ukrainians, Lithuanians.

Permit me to say, Captain,

this new program, these action commandos,

will be engaged in something more...

comprehensive... than resettlement.

Ohlendorf, we are aware of that.

Gentlemen, the key is mobility.

Once an area is secure,

find your Jews, move in,

and deal with them accordingly.

Don't worry about the regular army.

The generals are as afraid of us as the Jews are.

Dorf, read them that army order.

"General instructions for dealing with political leaders

"following the Führer's orders

"of March 30, 1941:

"11 categories of persons in the Soviet Union

are listed as subject to our jurisdiction."

"Jurisdiction." I like that.

A ditch and a machine gun.

"These categories include criminal elements, Gypsies,

"officials of the Soviet state

and party agitators, Communists and all Jews."

The army issued this list?

That's right.

When the Führer issued his commissar order,

making it clear what he wanted, they obliged.

The army, gentlemen, will be our willing servants.

The Führer went to great lengths

to insist that the war in Russia will be unlike any other,

and these are his exact words:

"It will be conducted with unprecedented,

merciless and unrelenting harshness."

End quote.

The Russians are to be regarded as subhuman,

born to slavery, a notch above Jews.

Will there be exceptions?

Special cases?

Yes. We might exclude certain trustworthy Russian elements...

Balts, Ukrainians who wish to work with us.

What about Jews?

Any exceptions?

None.

Well, that's clear enough.

I thought that's what this meeting was about.

About two years ago,

the Italian ambassador raised objections

to the Führer's Jewish policies.

Mussolini was offended, and so on.

The Führer told him that in 500 years

the name of Adolf Hitler will be honored for one thing:

Having wiped the Jews from the face of the earth.

Mmm.

Ahh.

What's going on?

I told him that we are Czechs

and that I studied at the Lenin School.

I know what that means.

Go on, tell him we're Jews.

He wants to send us back.

We're dead if we go back.

I know, but he says he has no quarrel with the Germans.

Tell him the roads are full of German tanks

and artillery, moving east.

I told him that my father was a good Communist.

Kiss him if you have to.

Rudi, he's asking if you are a good Communist.

Oh. Oh, yes, sure.

If it'll save my neck, yeah.

He's sending us to Kiev!

Ask him what kind of place Kiev is.

He says it is beautiful, a big city.

Where'd you get all that stuff about Lenin School?

It was really the Herzl Institute,

but I did not think it hurt to change the name.

He says they are Russian guns.

Weinberg, I'm finished.

No, Weiss, keep moving.

I can't.

Hey, you two!

Shut up! Work!

Gypsy friends.

I admire their nerve.

I question their judgment.

Maybe it's better to die for a last cigarette.

Hey, you put out the cigarette!

You, scum! You filth! Put it out!

Put it out!

Kapo, gather them!

Out! Kapo, get the hell out of there!

What happened?

Trying to escape.

A couple of Gypsies.

You two!

Go down and get the bodies!

Move!

Take them to the crematorium!

Hold it.

I want that one.

Move! You!

Help him!

Your wife's a faithful correspondent.

Is she here?

Right on schedule.

Muller, can I see Inga?

She's gone.

Can you get one of my letters out to her?

Don't I always?

Read yours. Now.

Later, when I'm alone.

You miss her, don't you?

Muller...

Muller, can't you get me out?

You're a friend of Inga's family.

You know how much she's suffering.

If you hate me because I'm a Jew,

at least have pity on her.

Who hates you?

And how can you be so certain she's suffering?

What do you mean?

Women manage.

Has she said something to you?

This is a business, Weiss.

Jews understand business.

You don't think I'd risk my neck playing mailman

without getting paid.

Muller, you're lying.

Why do you think she comes here in person?

She could mail the letters.

Money doesn't change hands.

I think you understand what I mean.

The trouble with you people is

you always expect something for nothing.

That's why you're so despised.

I don't want her letter.

And I won't send any out.

Oh, no, Weiss.

Things can get much tougher for you, if you refuse.

I don't care.

Of course you care.

You won't be in here forever.

And you won't even notice

any difference in her when you do get out.

Be smart, Weiss!

Write her tonight.

I'll read it and send it on.

I don't want to write her or see her again.

Don't be a fool!

You saw what happened to those gypsies.

I don't care.

Or perhaps you'd rather be one of Engleman's little boys.

He has his own private stock of young men.

But then, maybe you're too old for him.

Muller...

enough.

I can have you transferred to the artists' studio.

No.

Have the letter here tomorrow.

No.

I think you'll change your mind.

Go easy with my friend Weiss.

He's been requisitioned to the artists' studio.

He's a sensitive fellow.

Move! Come on, move!

A handful arrested today, sir,

from some farming villages.

Yes, sir, we will hold them till you get here.

Mannhiem! Go down to the pits

and tell them to wait until Colonel Blobel gets here.

VIP guests.

And button your tunic!

Put a cap on! This is a military outfit!

Yeah, yeah.

Five million Jews in Russia

and there's 3,000 of us assigned to shoot them.

What do you want?!

Transferred.

C Company, isn't it?

And then to chaplain's office.

Damn it, I told them to hold it up!

"Helms, Hans. Corporal.

72nd infantry regiment. B Company."

Transferred in. Great.

How did you foul up, Helms?

I'm a combat soldier.

Two years in Poland and the Ukraine.

Nobody asks to get into this outfit.

How'd you screw up?

I fell asleep on sentry.

You get plenty of sleep here.

We keep regular hours.

They gave me a choice.

Either do time in the guard house

or transfer to the action commandos.

Welcome to the SS.

Keep your mouth shut, you'll work out, Helms.

Go back to the quartermaster and draw new patches.

Remember one thing, Helms.

What's that?

After the officers get theirs, we split the loot.

What the hell are you talking about?

Pens, watches, clothing, eh?

Dumb infantryman.

Hey, you guys, get into uniform!

Officers!

This damned army major says,

"These daytime killings are a non-German concept."

Language, Blobel, language. It's not killings.

I'm quoting him. I know the rules, Dorf.

"Special handling." "Special action."

"Resettlement executive action against Jews."

I said to him, "I'm German, you tin soldier.

Regular army's up to its neck in Jew blood."

Field Marshal von Reichenau himself

told me to shoot Jews with two rounds of ammunition, not five.

Un-German.

I wish I could make you understand

we sympathize with you.

Then stop making impossible demands.

A million and a half Jews run east.

We can't catch them all.

But you must, Blobel.

Sergeant.

Not much today, sir.

The villages have been cleaned out.

Sergeant, are those civilians?

Who are they, Foltz?

Ukrainians, sir.

They like to watch.

And the photographer and the man taking motion pictures?

Who are they?

For the battalion archives.

And the man taking notes?

I don't know. Who is he, Foltz?

War correspondent, sir... an Italian.

He got clearance from divisional headquarters.

I don't like this, any of it.

You don't like it?

What the hell do you think this is, a ballet?

You're getting a Jew-free Russia, aren't you?

It isn't tidy.

"It isn't tidy."

I'll show you what's tidy.

Line them up!

I don't want those civilians watching.

Blobel, this is no way to carry out my orders!

Fire!

No protest, no fight, nothing.

Himmler was right.

The bastards are subhuman.

Colonel Blobel,

I am submitting a negative report on you.

You're what?

The orders were for secrecy

and orderliness in these matters,

and you're running a carnival.

You damn little bureaucrat.

There will be no civilian guests at these actions.

There will be no journalists prowling around.

No smoking, no drinking.

And what are they doing?

Spoils of war.

That will stop.

All valuables left by Jews are property of the state.

All right, paper-pusher.

Tell them they can't have their cognac.

Chain of command, Blobel,

That would be your job.

Heydrich has assigned me to the Eastern Front

to see that these actions are carried out efficiently

and with secrecy.

You fail on all counts.

Well, let me tell you, boy...

Those of us in the field have our eye on you.

Ohlendorf and Nebe and the others...

They know a spy when they see one.

Don't try to undercut me, Blobel.

I talk to Heydrich every day.

Colonel, next group?

No.

Hold it; get the civilians out of here.

Tell the photographer and the cameraman to stop.

Sergeant, tell them I want their film.

Hey, you, out, out!

All of you, out!

Come on, out, all of you!

You, hold it!

So you talk to Heydrich every day, do you?

Blobel, give me my gun.

Desk soldier.

Paper captain.

Go on down there and finish a few off yourself.

They all seem to be dead.

Can't be too sure.

Go on.

This is ridiculous.

Crap in your blood, Dorf?

Or in your pants, maybe?

You want to make a negative report on that drunk Blobel,

who can't run a tidy operation?

Damn you.

Go down there and you tidy it up!

It's like eating noodles, Dorf.

Once you start, you can't stop.

Ask the men what it's like, Captain.

You shoot ten Jews, the next hundred are easier.

Shoot a hundred, you'll learn to shoot a thousand.

That one, sir.

Good, good.

Two shots are plenty, von Reichenau says.

Captain Dorf.

The Zulu warriors say,

"A man is not a man until he's washed his spear in blood."

Why did you arrest one of my nurses?

She was arrested for good reason.

Sarah Ohlnick is a smuggler.

Sarah Ohlnick went outside the wall

to buy food for the children.

She knew the rules: no smuggling.

I want her released. Do you?

She's one of the best nurses in the children's ward.

A bit of class snobbery?

Would you be as eager to have her freed

if she were a housewife or a beggar?

Of course.

Then you can appeal for all eight.

Eight?

What the hell do you think I am, a monster?

That little one, the beggar girl, she is 16.

And her crime?

Like the others: smuggling food for her baby.

Oh, good God.

You're a Jew.

I was a Jew.

I'm a convert.

That's why I have this job.

I intend to keep it and obey orders and survive.

But... use your influence with the Germans.

Who the hell are you to talk?

You and your brother Moses,

so high and mighty on that lousy council.

What do you do but follow orders from the Germans...

Hand in lists of names, do their work for them?

You want to be a hero?

You try it, Doctor.

Just try it.

The Jewish Council made another appeal to the Germans, but...

Berta, you didn't need to come.

I wanted to.

Aaron.

They just killed the beggar!

Sarah the nurse.

Oh, Josef, Josef, why couldn't we have saved them?

It was hopeless, Berta.

God, I'd like to see some of them covered in blood.

We'll leave now, Berta.

No.

No, it's the least we owe them.

To be witnesses.

Can you come with us?

My brother and I have forgotten the prayers.

The prayers are no help anymore, Weiss.

We're running short of ink.

I-I-I'm a chemist.

Get us chemicals from the hospital.

We'll make our own...

Charcoal, linseed oil.

You're going to print a resistance paper?

First issue on the streets today.

But if I bring you chemicals to make ink, then I'll be involved.

Better involved with us than with the council.

The council members are alive.

Lawbreakers get shot.

I don't want to get shot.

You'll die anyway.

And better to die protesting.

Look, I am still not convinced they intend to kill us all.

I mean, what good would dead Jews be to them?

He can go; we don't need him.

The master craftsman at work.

But such equipment.

Phooey!

Look, look,

don't misunderstand me,

but logic says that we are not...

Logic doesn't prove anything anymore, Mr. Weiss.

"To the Jews of Warsaw:

"Let us have an end of apathy.

"No more submission to the enemy.

"Apathy can cause our moral collapse

"and root out of our hearts our hatred for the invader.

It can destroy within us the will to fight."

All right, I'm with you.

A blessing on you, Mr. Weiss.

We could use the doctor, too.

"It can undermine our resolution.

"Because our position is so bitterly desperate,

"our will to give up our lives for a purpose more sublime

"than our daily existence must be reinforced.

Our young people must walk with head erect."

They're braver than I am, Berta...

Whoever posted that and printed it.

It's funny, I keep thinking about our son Rudi.

What about him?

If Rudi were here, he'd... he'd be in the thick of it...

Putting up posters, refusing to give in.

I have a feeling he's safe.

I have faith in Rudi.

I, too, Josef.

I confiscated all the film I could find.

Dreadful quality.

Who filmed it?

Blobel said it was for battalion archives.

I had the feeling it was for their own entertainment.

I suppose we should keep a record.

Do you?

All our work should be documented.

I wouldn't show this stuff in newsreel theaters,

but I'd love to rub Himmler's nose in it.

Maybe get the Führer to attend a screening.

Look how casual it all is.

They don't even seem to be crying.

It's quite incredible.

Almost a religious rite.

We'll unload the wagon for a loaf of bread.

Go away! No civilians around here.

Please, one loaf?

I said go away.

Don't you know this hotel is

German Army Headquarters?

Stupid idiots.

One loaf.

Hands off, you hear?!

I hope they blow your head off.

Everywhere.

Where was the Red Army, huh?

Where to now?

Come.

Rudi, I can't eat it.

My stomach is jumping.

Make believe it's a potato pancake.

Nice and greasy.

Stop it, you monster.

Some thanks.

I go and get us dinner, you only complain.

Wait till we're married.

I won't stand for it.

Hold it; don't move.

What is it?

SS.

I don't believe it.

What?

I know him.

You know him?

Continental Hotel!

The Russians blew it up!

Get back to battalion headquarters!

They're sending engineers in!

What about Helms?

He's probably dead!

Helms.

Rudi Weiss?

How did you get here?

Never mind.

He's a relative.

Can you believe it?

His sister's married to my brother Karl.

The last time I saw him was at a soccer game.

That's before they threw me off the team.

It wasn't my fault, Rudi.

I got nothing against you.

Water.

Water, please.

Helms, listen to me.

You've been back to Berlin?

You've seen your sister?

Six months ago.

My family, tell me about them.

My parents.

Yeah... your brother's in Buchenwald.

My mother and father?

In Poland.

Inga heard from them.

They're... They're all right.

Where?

I don't... I don't remember.

Warsaw, maybe.

How the hell can I remember?

Lay off, Rudi.

What did I ever do to you?

Kristallnacht?

Three years ago?

You and that bum, Muller, beating up my grandfather.

You got it wrong.

We let him go.

We let you go.

My sister Anna?

She's...

What?

She's dead.

What...?!

What happened?

I don't know.

Last year, a year and a half ago,

I wasn't even in Berlin.

She got sick.

Pneumonia or something.

Inga went to see her.

She... She died in the hospital.

She was only 16, Helena.

I know, Rudi... I know.

And you loved her so.

I ought to kill him.

No.

No, Rudi... he could be telling us the truth.

I am.

We took your mother and Anna in, for God's sake.

They're all right.

The doctor and Mrs. Weiss... Liar!

This uniform makes you as guilty

as if you arrested Karl and killed Anna yourself!

I obey orders.

Listen.

Just get me out of here.

Get me out to the street so I can get to an aid station.

Maybe I'll bury you under a pile of plaster, huh?

The way they bury Jews alive.

I'll get you work passes.

I'll get you out of here.

It's not going to be safe for Jews in Kiev.

Rudi, he's right.

I think we can trust him.

Yes, same damage here!

They've blown up half of Kiev!

Take cover!

I'm Helms, 22nd Division.

Who are they?

They're Jews.

Take them over to the truck!

Move them out with the other Jews!

Come on, move! Lousy bastard.

We saved your neck.

What's going to happen to us?

I don't know.

I just want to live long enough

to get even with that lousy Helms.

Didn't anyone know the Russians had mines all over Kiev?!

What the devil are you doing all day?

Drinking vodka and chasing ballerinas?!

Russian sappers have blown up Kiev.

Half the city is on fire.

We've lost several hundred men.

Apparently, our counterintelligence failed.

Of course.

We're too busy shooting Jews.

What do we do now?

I can hear Himmler screaming about counterespionage.

We'll blame it on the Jews.

You've seen those Kiev Jews.

Old women, old men in beards, children.

They blew up Kiev?

If we say they did.

We absolve our intelligence and give Heydrich what he wants:

a Jew-free Ukraine.

We've shot over 100,000 Jews.

Dorf, you're looking at the man

who cleaned out the ghettos in Zhitomir, Berdichev, Uman.

Are you asking for more?

Remember, Colonel, if you kill ten Jews,

it gets easier to kill a hundred.

Easier to kill a thousand...

and easier still to kill 10,000.

♪ ♪

He says we are going to a work camp.

Work camp.

I've heard that before.

All right, all right, stay in line!

Keep it moving!

What do they call this place?

Babi Yar.

What does it mean?

Grandma's Ravine.

They don't march very well, do they?

Hm.

Ukrainians.

What's that over there?

Jewish Cemetery of Kiev.

Appropriate, isn't it?

Of course, this remains a resettlement operation.

Precisely what they were told and precisely what they believe.

It's astonishing how they cooperate.

Which proves they don't deserve to live.

Ah.

There they come.

They expected about 6,000 to turn up.

The men tell me

more than 30,000 Jews are down there.

Simply fantastic.

♪ ♪

Don't look.

Women.

The children.

Rudi...

hold me, please.

No one will believe any of this.

They'll say we lied.

Because nobody could do this to other people.

Take Major Dorf to his quarters.

I'm in charge of road construction

in the Ukraine.

This place has got to be surveyed.

Not today. It's a security area.

You mean, I can't go through

because of the target practice?

Maybe next week.

Is there a problem?

This civilian wants to get through.

He says he's the road engineer.

That's right, Major, I'm under or...

Erik!

Uncle Kurt. Get in.

Thank you.

Dorf!

You might light to check with me at headquarters later.

Final tally.

Tally?

Yes, it's, uh, some... bureaucratic business.

Goodness me, Erik, look at you.

The fearsome major.

Yes.

About Babi Yar... what were you doing there?

Executions.

Ah, yes, of course, that would be your responsibility.

I suppose somebody has to.

Who were the, um... victims?

Oh, the usual scum: saboteurs...

People who blew up Kiev...

Criminals, black marketeers.

Jews?

Some.

They're active in the resistance.

I've only been in the Ukraine for a few weeks,

but I hear your fellows are pretty thorough

in dealing with the Jews.

Only when necessary.

We're resettling them.

The road is crowded with them.

All going towards Babi Yar.

And other places.

For resettlement?

Most of them.

Criminals and spies will be executed.

Cruel business.

Any war is.

But... all those civilians?

I can't wait to see my family.

Believe me, Uncle, without them, without Marta,

without the children, I wonder if I could go on.

You're still the best pulse-taker in the world.

I've had a lot of practice.

You're old trick,

so that it won't be too cold.

Old GPs are full of old tricks.

What do you hear, Josef?

Mozart.

Ah, there we go... You mustn't tease me.

Breathe deep, mouth open.

Again.

Hm! You sound better.

Are you feeling stronger today?

Yes. I want to go back to school tomorrow.

If I miss school, they... run away.

Now, darling, maybe we oughtn't have the photographs here.

Josef, they... fill me with hope.

When I hear the children crying in the streets for bread,

and see the frozen bodies and the starving old men,

I look at the pictures and I think, maybe,

our sons are alive and happy.

I'm certain they are.

Karl has a skill; he's a fine artist.

They'll make use of him.

You see how it is in the Warsaw ghetto.

I'm a doctor; I can be used.

Anybody who can contribute survives.

It's cruel, but it's true.

And we will not speak of Anna.

We can't bring her back.

I must stop this idiotic weeping.

When I get out of bed and I go back to school, I...

I promise I won't cry.

That's much better.

I'm a spoiled woman,

indulged in too much by my parents,

you, the servants...

Not so, Berta.

You're as brave as anyone here.

Josef, the money we had sewn in the coat when I left...

Mm-hmm. What about it?

Take it. Take it.

It can't help us.

For the children in the hospital.

Oh, Berta.

We may need it for ourselves.

Hmm?

Come in.

Uh, Dr. Weiss,

your brother is back, with the man from Vilna.

Thank you, Mr. Lowy. I'll be right in.

Moses went to Vilna?

No. Just to the railroad station.

This fellow had to be sneaked in.

Someone wants to sneak in to the ghetto?

Mm-mm, no, he's a courier.

He must go back tonight.

I'll be back.

High level conference in the executive.

Don't believe anything the Germans tell you

about ghettos or work camps.

We take what they say with a grain of salt.

They mean to murder every Jew in Europe.

Impossible.

Well, reprisals, yes; we've had them here.

Not reprisals, mass murder...

The extermination of every Jew.

There were once 80,000 Jews in Vilna ghetto.

Today, there are less than 20,000.

60,000...

Shot by the SS.

But you can't shoot 60,000 human beings.

I don't believe you, Kovel.

How was it done?

The SS took any man who could work,

sent them out to the countryside to dig ditches,

the Lithuanian police circled the ghetto,

no one could get out, or in.

The Lithuanians went into the homes, beating, whipping.

The Jews came out quickly,

a few tried to hide, shot on the spot.

Taken in trucks to the ditches, undressed, searched,

lined up in the ditches, shot with machine guns.

They stood there, no tears...

no resistance.

Maybe Vilna was an exception.

Ghetto after ghetto is being wiped out.

The German army,

they're decent officers.

They must object.

Open your eyes.

Warsaw has the largest concentration of Jews in Poland.

Your turn will come.

They can't find enough ditches,

guns, bullets, to kill all of us.

Oh, they're an energetic and ingenious people;

perhaps they will.

Tell us what we must do, Kovel.

Resist.

You can start with this.

"To all Jews in the ghetto:

"Let us not go to our deaths like lambs to the slaughter.

"Young Jews, I appeal to you, do not believe those

"who wish to do you harm.

"It is Hitler's plan to annihilate the Jews.

"We are the first.

"It's true we are weak and alone,

"but the only answer worth giving to the enemy is resistance.

"Brothers, rather die fighting

"than live by the grace of a slaughter.

"Let us defend ourselves to our last breath...

Vilna and the ghetto."

But how much good will it do?

You say they'll be killed anyway.

"They," Dr. Kohn?

We!

Bare hands against tanks and artillery?

Do you have any guns? - Not yet.

We'll teach the young Zionists to obey orders

and become soldiers.

Then we'll get guns.

That sounds like Jews... No guns but start an army.

The Germans can be bribed, bought off.

They know the war is finished for them.

They've lost Africa.

America will invade Europe soon.

And we will be dead when they get here.

Berta, you shouldn't be out of bed.

I listened, Josef.

Well, it's just, just a lot of talk.

Nobody's really certain what to do yet.

I tore the coat apart.

You must buy guns.

How many?

In the first two days, more than 33,000.

We get rid of over 100,000 there before we're finished.

Have you improved security?

Yes, sir.

What about the clothing?

It's distributed to Ukrainians, and they don't seem to mind.

They don't ask questions.

♪ O little town of Bethlehem ♪

♪ How still we see thee lie ♪

♪ Above thy deep and dreamless sleep ♪

♪ The silent stars go by ♪

♪ Yet in thy dark streets shineth ♪

♪ The everlasting light ♪

♪ The hopes and fears of all the years ♪

♪ Are met in thee tonight. ♪

Daddy, can't we open presents?

Yeah, presents!

After the concert, children.

You know the rules:

Singing, then clearing up, and then presents.

Rewards after duty.

It's the same in the army.

Your father got this long vacation

only after his duties on the Russian front were over.

And Mama received this new piano for being so brave

while I was away.

It is magnificent.

One of those wonderful old Bechsteins.

I was stunned when the movers brought it in.

I couldn't believe it.

And it didn't cost a penny.

Really? ERIK: No, it was sitting

in the clinic around the corner.

No one played it; it was gathering dust,

and so the physician who ran the place offered it to me.

Offered it to you?

Yes, in the interests of party unity.

Oh.

This piano needs tuning.

Ah, tuning a piano is no problem.

Getting one is.

Well, it doesn't seem to have been

very hard for you, nephew.

Whose was it?

I told you. The clinic's.

Oh, some Jewish people lived there, but they went away.

Oh, I wonder where.

Let's have an intermission now.

Shall we open the presents?

A little less greed, children.

Marta, let them be.

It's only once a year.

Two white mice!

Mama, I wanted a mouse, also!

Oh, Dad, I love them.

I'll name one Siegfried and the other Wotan.

Better change one name, because the pet shop

assures me one of them is female.

A boy and a girl?

They're going to live together

and make mice babies.

I can hardly wait! Babies!

I might give you the sick ones.

Peter!

Erik, the children are tired.

Why don't we all sing, "Silent Night,"

and they can go to bed?

We can listen to Midnight Mass on the radio.

Uncle Kurt, you see how being married

to an administrator has made her efficient.

I think it might be the other way around.

Marta's efficiency has rubbed off on you.

Come on, children, come on... that's it.

Ready?

Okay.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night... ♪

Something seems to be muffling the keys.

Is one of the strings broken? Hmm.

Ah!

Hmm.

These were lying on the strings.

Some old photographs.

Pictures! Let me see!

May I? Sure.

Who are they?

It's Dr. Weiss.

And their children, I imagine.

Do you know where they are, Erik?

Not the faintest idea.

I think he was deported years ago.

Laura, get rid of these.

We didn't finish singing "Silent Night."

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant so tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace. ♪

How is the Muller family tree coming?

Lies on top of lies.

What whores they make of us, Felscher.

It's how we survive.

He's got me painting in Charlemagne

and Frederick the Great.

They're jealous because we go back to Abraham.

Beautiful.

You won't forget the two crusaders.

There and there.

Weiss, you and I will be friends

before this mess is over.

Who knows? With America in the war,

I may need Jew friends to say nice things about me.

Don't count on me.

After all I've done for you?

Your wife was here yesterday.

Your monthly letter.

Don't you want it?

You made her pay the usual price?

It came postage due.

She had to pay a bit, but then she can afford it.

Go on, Muller.

Get out of here.

I don't want her to come here again.

She won't.

You're being transferred.

You and Felscher.

Request for a couple of high-class artists.

Transferred...?

You've developed reputations.

Concentration camp geniuses.

You're going to Theresienstadt

in Czechoslovakia.

The Paradise Ghetto.

I'll, uh...

I'll miss playing mailman for you.

Don't, Weiss.

Listen...

nothing is as it should be anymore.

Read it.

Be tolerant of her.

"My beloved Karl, dearest husband.

"I miss you more each day,

"and pray for the day when we will be united.

"One can always hope.

"I keep going to official people,

"but there seems to be no way I can secure your release.

"We must hope that your parents are well.

"Miraculously, a letter came from Warsaw some months ago.

"Your father is working in the hospital

"and your mother is teaching school.

"I wish I had some news of Rudi,

"but he has vanished from the earth.

"Oh, I love you, Karl, and I want you so much.

"Please understand me, darling.

"I have had to do things to get these letters to you,

"but my love for you is undying.

Your loving Inga."

Loving.

Cheer up, Weiss.

They say Theresienstadt is not so bad.

I always wanted to see Czechoslovakia.

Good morning, Heydrich; Dorf.

What a pair.

One of them part Jew, the other a Berlin shyster.

We estimate

that there are 11 millions Jews in the world,

and the Final Solution will deal with all them.

All?

The Führer has ordered the physical extermination

of the Jews.

Language, Heydrich, language.

The policy regarding the Jews is as follows.

They will be sent to labor camps in Poland

where natural attrition due to hunger,

fatigue and disease will take its toll.

And any survivors will be dealt with accordingly.

The "action commandos" will be expanded?

And other methods.

May we know what they are?

The use of gas is being examined.

Gas?

It's a possibility.

Now, General, you know what happened

with the mercy killings some years ago?

Sir?

I mean, the elimination of cretins, morons.

Yes, but what do you mean?

Dorf, you know damned well what I mean!

The Vatican and the church has raised hell!

He backed down, and the gassings ended.

Well? The same thing will happen.

We can't get the churches angry at us.

Heydrich...

this bloody business is getting out of hand.

Look...

I represent the Civil Branch of the Reich,

and I am damn worried!

These are only Jews we'll be handling.

Yes, controlling the foreign press, the banks,

whispering in Roosevelt's ear.

Nobody will lift a finger

to protect Jews.

And we'll be on firm legal ground.

We'll be eliminating enemies of the state, spies, terrorists.

What's the difference if they're shot,

gassed or worked to death?

I don't like this.

Oh, damn it, I'm a lawyer, too, and I want to be heard!

The conventional notion of justice is dead, Frank.

Do you happened to remember what the Fuhrer said

about your precious law?

I don't recall.

Dorf, you'd better tell him.

I believe the Führer said,

"Here I stand with my bayonets.

"There you stand with your law.

We'll see which prevails."

If it's extermination you want,

I'll oblige you.

Ah, some momentous decisions were made today.

Inevitable decisions.

Fascinating.

You have second thoughts? Of course not.

You and I are obeying the law, the Führer's law.

Not some abstract notion.

The kind of thing that Frank was babbling about.

Clear conscience?

I'm obeying orders.

Who am I to judge my superiors?

Why should they need judging?

Tell me, Dorf, how is your, um...

your charming wife and your beloved children?

Quite well.

I remember the day we spent in the Prater in Vienna.

When was that?

Three years ago.

I came to you for guidance at Heydrich's request.

Ah, yes.

The young innocent.

Your own family, Eichmann?

Splendid,

all things considered.

Wartime shortages and so on.

Our families, Eichmann...

The woman and the children of Germany...

They give us courage, determination.

No question.

Loving wife, happy children.

We owe them a better world.

Like the decisions we made today.

A necessity to assure the future of the race.

Precisely.

And later generations will not have the will

or the strength to finish these tasks.

I look at my children,

and I know I'm doing the right thing.

Rudi...

I'm cold.

Come closer.

It doesn't help.

I don't think I'll ever be warm again.

Give me your hand.

Rudi...

we cannot go on...

we cannot go on running like this.

You think we should have stayed in Prague?

I don't know, but at least there...

I had my apartment.

We could get food.

I had friends.

Your friends are all in concentration camps.

I... I think I am a burden to you.

I cry too much.

Helena...

I want to cry also.

But I learned, when I was a kid back in Berlin,

you never cry in a fight.

Never.

Even if it hurts.

Because there's always the fellow

who wants to see you cry.

And if he does, he'll murder you.

Nothing left.

Not even a turnip.

Rudi, what are we going to do?

You give me all this talk about this Jewish nation

your-your Zionist friends want.

Out in some desert?

Surrounded by Arabs?

That fellow with the whiskers...

What was his name?

It's Herzl.

Don't you try to make me laugh again.

I just want to knock some sense into your head, that's all.

You think you're going to get that place without a fight, huh?

Without killing or being killed?

But I'm cold.

I cannot think about Herzl when I'm cold.

I'll get you something to eat.

Close your eyes... I have a present.

Rudi, stop.

Come on, close them.

All right.

Now open your mouth.

What is it?

Raw potato.

Vitamins.

It's making me sick.

Then pretend it's a pastry.

Ah, brioche, fresh from the bakery.

Will you stop it?

Mmm. You smell that coffee?

I'd like mine with cream.

You're awful.

Here we are, a Berlin family,

plenty of food...

but we'll never live in Berlin.

And we will never live in Prague.

Where, then,

your nonexistent land of Israel?

I don't know.

But wherever we go, I will be happy.

So will I.

Come on out with your hands over your heads!

There's 50 of us here! Partisans!

No, Rudi.

Rudi, that knife won't help.

There are too many of them.

Come on out, slowly!

One gun... I should have gone for him.

Where are your 50 partisans?

They'll be here when we need them.

Who are you?

We are Czechs.

We escaped to Kiev and then we ran away from Kiev.

Why? RUDI: Does it matter?

You are Jews.

We are, too.

Shalom.

Shalom.

Shalom.

Jews with guns.

Very few guns.

The 50 partisans?

Uncle Sasha's imagination.

I am Sasha.

Commander of the partisan brigade from Zhytomyr.

You know... you're lucky we found you

instead of the Ukrainian partisans.

They would have killed you as soon as the Germans.

Do you have a gun for me? No.

At the moment, we have a lot more Jews than weapons.

Come. Let's go to the camp.

You both look starved.