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Straight ahead to the square.

No talking.

Weiss?

Is there a Karl Weiss?

And Felscher?

Weiss and Felscher?

Here.

Weiss and Felscher?

I'm Karl Weiss.

How did you know us?

Word gets around.

I'm Maria Kalova,

one of the Theresienstadt artist.

You are to join us.

Stores?

The bank?

All a false front.

This camp is a fraud.

You can get a cup of warm water in the cafe,

and buy your own valise back from the leather shop.

But the bank?

It circulates useless currency.

Then it's all a game.

Nothing is a game to the Germans.

Well, are you treated well or...?

The barracks are packed with the old and sick.

They carry the dead out every day.

Where you came in, that's a little fortress...

Torture, murder, executions.

Karl, this is no different from Buchenwald

except in the externals.

What are they up to?

Theresienstadt is their passport to respectability.

I can't believe it.

You will when the Red Cross comes through

and decides the Nazis

are treating the Jews with kindness.

The Swedes, the Swiss... All the neutrals visit us.

"Ah, a bank...

"and a bakery.

"A cinema.

What are those Jews complaining about?"

And they can get away with this?

People believe them?

Maybe they want to believe.

Come along.

You are pleased to be through with Buchenwald, I guess.

This seems to be an improvement.

Don't be deceived by surfaces, Weiss.

An artist should see what lies below.

Yes, thank you.

Maria has told me.

This place is a pesthole.

You saw those old folks on the train?

The ones with moth-eaten furs and bowler hats?

Some of them are from my hometown; from Berlin.

The last of the Jewish bourgeoisie

turned over the last reichsmark

and artworks for retirement here.

And they die of hunger every day.

We are the lucky ones.

You and Felscher keep your noses clean

and you might survive.

Does anyone ever escape?

Or are people ever freed?

Felscher, this is no ordinary prison.

We are here for a long, long time.

Your work?

You and your colleagues?

Everyone.

And you're proud of this?

Hm?

I saw no children who looked like this.

Forgive me, please, Frey, I...

I am certainly no tower of strength myself,

but I mean... "Ghetto children at play."

"Sabbath meal at Theresienstadt."

I mean, really.

Stand watch.

We are a rather eclectic group.

We use several styles.

Do you.

This might be called...

"Concentration Camp Gothic."

Your work?

Yes, but all of us do these.

They're coming.

Thanks.

In our orchestra.

As I said before, let me show you

the artistic qualities we bring out.

And how are my artists today, hmm?

Quite well, Herr Commandant.

Good, good.

My guest is Herr Banson

of the Swedish Inspection Commission.

He's heard about our artistic program

and insisted on seeing it for himself.

Quite an atelier, eh, Banson?

Hardly, um, a torture chamber, hmm?

Uh, Frey,

show Herr Banson those portraits of the Jewish children, please.

Charming.

Yet more evidence

how, with kindness, we treat our Jews.

Whoever heard of a prison camp

with a fine art studio, huh?

Charming.

And now, gentlemen,

let me show you our orchestra.

We do, and as I say,

try to develop and bring out

the inherent artistic qualities...

Lying sons of...

Easy, Weiss.

Who is he?

Sasha?

He is a doctor.

A doctor.

Where's his office?

Don't joke.

He still can sew a wound or cut out an appendix.

And the man praying?

Samuel... he is a rabbi.

A rabbi with partisans?

That's my kind of rabbi.

He might even get me back into the synagogue.

Hey, you kids,

it might not look like it, but this is a synagogue.

Ha!

Hey, I'll deal with you later.

It's just like Berlin.

I was always getting chased for playing ball on Saturday.

How did you all get here?

Uncle Sasha brought us out of Koretz.

The Germans killed his wife and daughters.

Over 2,000 Jews shot in one afternoon.

My parents, my brother.

All of my family.

And one of Sasha's patients...

Ukrainian, a good man... He let us out... 20 people.

Then others joined us from Zhitomir, Berdichev,

all the places where Jews were killed.

To this camp?

This is our fourth camp.

The Germans come looking for us.

We tell them we're Ukrainian partisans.

Do you fight back?

We will when we get guns.

What are you waiting for?

It isn't easy.

There are women, old people, children.

Uncle Sasha won't leave them.

He doesn't pray with the others?

He tore up his prayer shawl when his wife was killed.

He tells everyone who comes here,

"No more sheep to the slaughter."

But you're just a handful.

Thousands of others just went to their death.

They were overwhelmed.

No one believed it would happen.

Hey, Weiss, you're on guard duty.

You know how to shoot?

Sure.

Will this thing fire?

If it doesn't, use it as a club.

Come, I'll show you.

What are you smiling about?

I was just thinking my father's a doctor.

Oh? Where?

He had an office in Berlin.

He's been in Warsaw now, a long time.

He once thought I would be a doctor.

What, you can't stand blood?

No, just a bad student.

Uncle Sasha.

Uncle Sasha, may I go on sentry duty with him?

Sure.

Matol will show you.

Thanks.

But stay awake.

And no romance either.

Uncle Sasha.

That fellow Samuel, your rabbi.

What about him?

Will he perform a wedding after we come off sentry duty?

Why not?

You won't even have to pay him.

♪ ♪

"Beloved,

"come, the bride to meet,

"the Princess Sabbath let us greet.

"Come to the Sabbath, greetings bring,

"For it is blessing's constant spring;

"Of old ordained, divinely taught,

Last in creation, first in thought."

"In distress I called upon the Lord.

He answered me with great deliverance."

May your years be blessed with happiness and children.

And undying love

for one another.

In the faith of Abraham, Isaac,

and Jacob, you are man and wife.

Mazel tov!

Kiss the bride.

I'm afraid to.

Now that we're married.

Bravo!

Nadya, thank you

for lending me the ring.

Keep it; it was my sister's.

Well, now, you've got new responsibilities.

Family, house, insurance.

You better save your money.

You sound like my father.

He used to bawl me out

for spending my allowance on soccer games.

Uncle Sasha! The Nazis!

There's a patrol coming on the road.

A farmer told me... He saw the truck.

Everyone, move!

Come on, break camp.

Quick, quick!

Hurry, hurry, let's go.

Rudi, Helena!

We go now, yes?

This way, Reichsführer.

Gentlemen!

Whose idea was this?

Colonel Nebe.

He's an idiot.

He felt the Reichsführer should get a firsthand look.

I know Himmler better than he does.

Attention!

Quickly! Put your clothes in a pile.

Atten-hut!

How many people?

About a hundred, sir.

Normally, we process larger groups.

We've already handled 45,000 Jews

in the Minsk area in five months.

Piker.

We handled 33,000 in two days at Babi Yar.

This way!

That tall young man, the second.

He looks like an Aryan.

Bring him over here.

Sergeant, bring that tall fellow here.

Are both your parents Jews?

Yes.

Any ancestors who were not Jews?

No.

Pity I can't help you.

Send him back.

Whenever you're ready, Reichsführer.

Ready?

Yes, yes, any time, Colonel Nebe.

Fire!

It's the first time, you realize.

It's a bit hard to take.

Miserable little chicken farmer.

We shoot them by the thousands.

Oh, my God, some of them are still alive.

Sergeant!

I do think we must find another way.

Gentlemen, I have never been so proud of German soldiers.

Your consciences can be clear.

I will be responsible before God and Hitler

for all your acts.

The men are appreciative, Reichsführer.

Let's take a lesson from nature.

Combat is everywhere.

Primitive man understood that a horse was good,

a bedbug was bad.

Now, you might argue that bedbugs and rats and Jews

have a right to live, and I might agree with you,

but man has a right to defend himself against vermin.

Still, Heydrich, we must look for more efficient methods, yes?

Well, Nebe, you botched that one.

I'm Colonel Nebe to you, Major Dorf.

You're lucky you're not a sergeant, after that mess.

Who authorized you to invite the Reichsführer

to that sloppy business?

Couldn't you find gunners who'd kill them all

at the first volley?

Damn you, Dorf.

Don't you bark at me.

You're a disgrace.

Major Dorf, some of us

are sick of your interference.

Are you?

Well, for your information, Blobel,

we aren't pleased with Babi Yar.

Heydrich wants the corpses dug up and burnt.

Who the hell are you?

Get your fat behind back

- to the Ukraine. - Major Dorf,

you have no right to talk to us in this manner.

Oh, yes, he has.

Heydrich's pet.

You and that part-Jew.

Heydrich has no Jewish blood.

And anyone who spreads such lies will answer for them.

Go to hell.

I need a drink.

Listen, Major,

I have some ideas on what Himmler wants...

More efficient ways.

A lower cost for killing.

Dynamite, perhaps.

Injections, gas.

Let him go to hell!

Join us, Major?

Not him.

Keeps his head clear so he can scheme.

Like a damn kike.

Might have to do something about that little bastard.

Like what?

He's quick on his feet.

Just tell me you're with me.

You're leaving for Poland tonight?

Yes, sir.

We're examining alternative methods.

Before you go, you better read this.

"Major Erik Dorf, of your staff,

"is a member of a Communist youth group

"at the university.

"His father was a Communist leader

"who took his life in a scandal.

"Dorf's mother's family...

possibility of Jewish blood."

It's not signed.

They never are.

How do you feel about it, Erik?

It's all lies, top to bottom.

Uh... oh, my father was a sort of Socialist.

I never was a member of the Communist Party.

I may have once attended a meeting out of curiosity.

No Jewish chromosomes?

Absolutely not.

The usual check was run on me in 1935, when I enlisted.

Unfortunately, Himmler has a copy of this.

He wants another investigation,

family records and so on.

Didn't you assure him about me?

Well, you know how it is in the service.

Himmler and I have our little rivalries,

and I'm afraid you're caught in the middle.

Do we have any idea who sent that letter?

It could be anybody; it's just a way of getting at me.

But you're second in command.

Yes... but everybody's weary of me.

You see, Erik...

I know all there is to know about all of them,

from top to bottom.

What a bunch of thugs and scum they really are.

A veritable rogues' gallery:

Göring, drug addict and bribe-taker.

Rosenberg, I have his letters to his Jewish mistress.

Goebbels, scandal after scandal.

Himmler, something suspect on wife's side.

Not to mention Streicher and Kaltenbrunner,

they're no better than dog criminals.

I trust you I won't become part of your rogues' gallery.

Why should you?

Assuming this letter's untrue.

He's laboring.

With 70, it's too many.

How long does it take?

Ten to 12 minutes.

Longer when the bus is loaded so heavily.

It strains the engine.

The design will have to be improved.

They weren't designed for this sort of work.

What's it like inside the bus?

Lots of clawing and fighting.

And, sometimes, you can hear them

pounding against the sides.

Not now... the motor's too loud.

Give me a hand.

This way.

Not bad.

A half hour trip from the camp.

But it's not what we have in mind.

I'm inclined to agree.

If we use this method, we'll be burning

our truck engines all over Poland.

Laborious, slow.

We need permanent installations.

Yes, Blobel and I and some of the others

talk about it quite frequently.

Oh, do you?

What else do you two talk about?

Many things.

Do you ever compose anonymous letters?

Notes to Heydrich and Himmler about

some of their staff? I have no idea what you mean.

Don't you?

They're all dead, sir, except for two children.

We had to shoot them. Very well, that's all.

I don't like what I just saw.

Neither do I.

The mothers try to protect their children,

and that's why there were a few still alive.

I don't mean that.

Carbon monoxide is inefficient.

You'd think with all our expert German chemists,

we could do better.

One left inside.

Germans?

No, Ukrainian militia.

Do we want them? They've killed more of us than the Nazis have.

Fire!

Kill him! Kill him!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, please! No!

No!

No, please!

I said kill him.

Please! Damn you, Weiss!

If you don't, I will!

Kill him! SOLDIER: Don't! Don't shoot!

If he gets back, he'll bring the Germans!

No!

I... no!

Please!

He was just a kid.

Yuri says he's the kind who murders Jews for pay.

Rudi, please.

I never killed anyone before.

I know.

You had to.

I thought I was so tough.

Blood all over his face.

I don't understand it.

Any of it.

My parents didn't either.

Sasha, maybe.

You want to live, Rudi.

That's all you have to understand.

It's not enough.

When the killing's over, if it ever is,

and we're still alive, what then?

Then we will be a proper Mr. and Mrs. Weiss,

and we will go to Palestine.

Me working on some melon farm?

You.

Oh, Rudi, we will live to go there.

Orange groves, cedar trees,

little farming villages, and the blue sea.

I guess I do owe you a trip to your Zionist homeland.

Not a trip, Rudi.

A life for us,

where they cannot jail us or beat us

or kill us.

Do you remember the first time

we made love in Prague?

Don't embarrass me.

It was beautiful.

The best thing I ever knew in my life.

For me, too.

Now, each time we're together,

the wonder of it.

Two people knowing each other so closely.

Not just the bodies...

the arms, the lips.

It's as if God or nature

or someone decided it had to be.

Rudi...

there's poet in you.

No.

Just more love for you than I can describe.

I know, my darling.

I know.

That's why I know we won't die.

We will never die.

It's clear.

All right, Aaron.

You're too old for this sort of thing.

Oh, I'm too old for a lot of things.

One of the younger men, let them go.

The young ones make better soldiers.

If I go, it'll be a loss only to modern pharmacy.

Go on!

Beside, I've got my protector.

After all, who could stop Moses and Aaron?

Get going!

Go on.

Hey, look at this.

It's past curfew. Come on.

Move, move!

Move! Come on, get up.

Move! Move!

Anton?

You are lucky you got through.

My friend knows his way around.

Here's the money.

But, uh...

I was told you would have a dozen.

One gun... it's the best

we could do.

But it was agreed.

The money was supposed to be for a dozen guns.

You don't want it, give it back.

All we're asking for

is some cooperation.

We have the same enemy, haven't we?

Uh... ammunition?

All right, Aaron.

It's all right.

Anton, my friend,

perhaps one day we can work together.

Perhaps.

I don't trust them.

Give them a chance.

If they help us kill Germans, why not?

Jews don't fight.

That boy...

I've seen him around before.

Can't be more than 13.

Barrel...

chamber, hammer,

trigger, grip.

You, stand there.

Take it.

Legs apart.

Gun arm forward.

Sight along the barrel.

Front sight between the "V"

touches the top of the target.

Now, take a deep breath.

Let half out.

Hold it.

Now squeeze the trigger slowly, don't jerk it.

Ready?

Aim, fire.

Now, all we need is ammunition.

And several hundred guns.

Ready?

Well, it's a beginning.

Aim.

Fire.

As commandant of Auschwitz, Hoess,

your job will be to expand the camp

to twice its size.

I understand, Reichsführer,

but where will the labor come from?

You'll have more laborers than you can handle.

I.G. Farben grabs them for their factories.

I.G. Farben will do what they're told.

They've been getting fat for long enough on our workers.

These new prisoners will be mainly Jews?

Treblinka, Belzec, the other camps

aren't fulfilling the job of resettlement.

Something on a grander scale is envisioned.

Grander?

Toward the final solution of the Jewish problem.

I won't disappoint you.

Ever since childhood, Reichsführer,

I was taught to serve and to obey.

Fine.

Dorf will be your liaison here in Berlin.

You two should get to know each other.

I understand.

Are we still examining Dorf's background?

If you insist.

Complaints about him, you know...

Overbearing, demanding.

We found nothing.

His father was a Socialist, so what?

His mother may have remarried a half-Jew.

Again, so what?

I'd almost welcome some evidence.

In order to replace him?

Or is it a way of getting at me?

Reinhard, my friend.

If I am to be a target again,

or Dorf,

who'll be next?

These matters should not distract us.

The Auschwitz program must take precedence, yes?

Absolutely, Reichsführer.

Erik?

Is anything wrong?

No.

I'm sorry I disturbed you.

You don't sleep well.

Not since that last trip east.

Oh, I worry about you.

There is nothing wrong with me, darling.

And you mustn't worry.

You've got to preserve your health.

The children need you.

I'm fine.

I know how much you hide it from me.

Ever since that-that day in the doctor's office,

seven years ago.

I knew you were a sick girl,

but you didn't want me to know it.

You're brave, Marta.

You're braver than your husband

with his boots and black uniform.

How can you say that?

All the important jobs you've had.

Marta, the war's lost.

It was lost the day the Americans came in.

Our only hope is to make the best deal we can.

Play the English and the French

and the Americans against the Russians.

It doesn't seem to be working though.

We're going to win.

Think that if it will make you feel better.

But I see what's happening.

I don't like you to talk that way.

Darling...

Some day...

people will tell monstrous lies about what

we did in Poland and in Russia.

I won't listen to them.

Ah, but they will force you to listen.

And if they do, you must tell yourself and tell the children

I was always a good servant to the Reich.

I was an honorable man,

who did nothing but obey orders.

Orders from the very top.

I won't let anyone lie about you.

I don't understand it.

Hans Frank, he...

he boasts about the millions.

And Himmler, he talks about his factories

as... if...

Shh, shh.

There's this fellow, Hoess, at Auschwitz,

he is a camp commander.

And he says...

"Believe, obey, act."

Shh.

Oh, I wish I could be like him.

And he's a kind man.

He loves his children.

He... he loves animals.

He loves nature.

Erik...

you're better than all of them.

All the Franks and the Hoesses.

Yes, better even than those at the top.

Hold me, Marta.

Erik, you must never doubt yourself.

Oh, my child.

You're so cold.

Major Dorf.

What?

Say that again.

Oh, no.

Erik, what is it?

Yes, I'll be there as soon as I'm dressed.

What's happened?

They tried to assassinate Heydrich.

His car was bombed in Prague.

They don't expect him to live.

Oh, how dreadful.

Erik...

be bold.

Be aggressive.

This is your chance.

When he dies, you can succeed him.

Inga!

I told you not to follow me.

Inga, I'm trying to help you.

You can pray all you like.

It won't get Karl out of Theresienstadt.

Can you?

No.

I won't lie to you.

I love you.

You can divorce him.

He's an enemy of the Reich. You're a Christian.

Since those times at the camp...

Inga, I need you.

Get away from me. Please, Inga.

I hate you!

I hate all of you!

You are incapable of love!

All you know is greed and how to be cruel!

And the worst of it is, we've let you take over.

We are fighting a war.

Of course it's cruel.

People get hurt.

I have nothing against Karl.

I have nothing personal against Jews.

You leave me alone.

Yes, miss?

Is Father Lichtenberg here?

Oh, no, miss.

He's gone.

They took him away.

Away?

They warned him

to stop talking about the Jews.

Oh, dear God.

Where? They wouldn't have arrested that good man.

He was a stubborn priest, miss.

Everyone told him, forget about the Jews,

it's no business of ours, but he kept talking.

But where is he?

How dare they do such a thing.

Oh, they do anything they want.

Took him to a place called Dachau.

Not a word from him since.

Can I walk you home?

Maybe your visit to church changed your mind about me.

You can do more than walk me home.

Well, good.

I may start going to church myself.

That's not what I had in mind.

Well, you know how I feel.

I'd do anything for you.

Denounce me.

Accuse me of some crime.

That isn't difficult.

Then have me sent to Karl.

Are you mad?

To that Czech prison?

I heard what happened to Father Lichtenberg.

I want to do the same. But, Inga,

the best of those camps... they're not very pleasant.

Just tell the Gestapo that I tried

to bribe you to reach Karl, or anything.

You'd give up your freedom for him?

Yes.

For massive disinfecting, such as you have in mind, Major,

we recommend this...

Zyklon B.

I'm not a chemist.

Can you tell me something about it?

Yes, Zyklon B has a prussic acid base.

It's in crystalline form in the can.

Expose it to the air and it vaporizes.

Has it been tested?

Oh, it's in general use

for cleansing large areas of rats, lice, other vermin.

Has it been tested on, uh...

Humans?

Well, you know the sort of thing... criminals, incurables.

You would know better than I about that, Major.

We're only chemists.

I had understood,

unofficially, that the subjects died in agony.

I can only tell you it's a first-class agent

for delousing, fumigation;

it won't clog machinery;

and there's no apparatus to break down,

as in carbon monoxide.

Why do you mention carbon monoxide?

Rumors.

Zyklon B, is it?

I'll place an order with you for Major Hoess at Auschwitz.

Very pleased to do business with Security Service.

The shipping documents are to specify

that Zyklon B is to be used for disinfecting only.

Understood.

Would you care to see it work?

Is there any danger?

No danger.

A single crystal.

Showerheads, drainage holes, drainage ditches.

The room is sealed when the door is closed.

The diesel's outside.

Start the motor

and feed the exhaust in through the showerheads.

You won't need diesels.

We've ordered something called Zyklon B from a firm in Hamburg.

They're crystals.

Throw them on the floor and the gas rises.

Is Zyklon B expensive?

Ordered in quantity, we can cut costs to half a penny per unit.

Belzec, Sobibor, Maidanek,

Treblinka, Chelmno, Auschwitz.

Quantity shouldn't be a problem.

Dorf, Hoess.

General Kaltenbrunner,

Major Hoess and I have been reviewing the problems

of special handling.

Special handling?

I was warned when I succeeded Heydrich that I'd inherit

a master at language.

Hoess, excuse us, will you?

Dorf, I'm a different man

than that elegant half-breed Heydrich.

Sir,

that isn't fair.

At his funeral, looking at his mongrel children,

and his deathbed rantings,

begging forgiveness for crimes against the Jews.

He was delirious.

Don't bother defending him.

Worry about yourself.

I have no worries.

I have been more than diligent

in expediting Operation Reinhard,

Lidice was leveled,

the Jews of Poland are moving in increasing numbers.

Heydrich is dead.

I run the SS.

You have a black mark against you.

Questionable father... A Communist maybe.

I was investigated and cleared.

The commanders in the field are complaining about you.

"Informer, schemer."

What do you make of these?

It...

looks like Theresienstadt.

"The Master Race Teaches A Lesson."

"Travesties."

"Ghetto Children."

Dreadful stuff.

One of our agents found them in Prague.

That's all we need is for the Red Cross to see them.

The damn things aren't signed.

Get together with Eichmann

and find out who created these horrors.

I assure you I'll find out.

I have a feeling there are more of these.

We can't tolerate them.

Find out who these anonymous Rembrandts are.

Find out.

Felscher, the sketches we finished...

I can't find them.

Yes, that's right.

I sold them.

Sold them?

You sold them?

One of the Czech gendarmes wanted some.

We agreed that the pictures stay hidden in the camp.

If the Nazis get hold of them...

Besides,

you had no right to sell my pictures!

Or Weiss'!

What's the difference?

We play this game,

thinking that we can change things.

What's the difference?

Look, Frey,

I needed a pack of cigarettes

and a jar of marmalade.

There were only four sketches.

I won't do it again.

I'll share the cigarettes.

I just pray

the Gestapo doesn't get its hands on them.

Is it a crime to want a pack of cigarettes?

Poor Felscher.

I sometimes wonder if this effort is worth it.

So do I.

Transports.

They keep sending

the old people and the sick ones to Poland.

Why?

I gave up trying to understand them a long time ago.

Karl, answer it.

Oh, Karl!

Inga... Inga.

How did you get here?

Oh, Karl, getting into a camp is no problem.

You're very pale, you're thin.

I-I'm all right.

I've got a good job here and...

friends.

Herr Frey, Herr Felscher, Maria Kalova.

We've heard so much about you, Inga.

I'm very happy

to meet you all.

There are worse places

than Theresienstadt.

That's right.

We're still alive.

Why did you come here?

To be with you.

I am sure

you want to be alone.

I was convinced that I'd never see you again.

I told you not to despair.

Yes, I remember your letters,

so full of hope and kind words.

And I remember who brought them to me.

Muller told you?

He boasted about it.

Inga... why?

Karl, I did it to reach you,

to try to keep us together.

Well, you chose a strange way.

When I think of that animal...

that pig... and you together.

Karl, you must believe me.

I tried not to.

There was no respect.

There was nothing between us.

I hated him...

and I hate him even more now.

I would have preferred never to see you again.

Would you?

Others have remained alone,

without families, no letters,

and they have survived.

Felscher has not seen or heard from anyone

in over four years.

Maria Kalova... her husband was killed by the Gestapo.

I felt that you were not like anyone else,

that you needed my love...

if only in a letter.

Yes.

That's the truth.

I would never have survived without contact from you.

No matter how you got it to me.

Oh, Karl.

We put that behind us now.

Remember when you used to call me your Saskia...

Rembrandt's wife and model?

We'll make the best of this, and soon we will be free.

I know it.

Inga, the Nazis will get rid of us

long before they surrender.

Well, we can't give up, and now I'm with you.

And what have you got?

A burned-out artist

without a shred of human emotion left in him.

Karl, that isn't you.

You are alive.

I remember when your father left for Poland.

He kissed your mother and he said,

"No matter what happens,

"Amor vincit omnia.

Love conquers all."

All of you,

against the wall!

Strip it bare!

We'll find them.

Tear up the floor!

Any idea who did these?

It could have been any one of half a dozen!

We comfort them, give them special privileges,

and this is the way those dirty Jews repay us!

Calm down, Major.

Actually, they aren't bad.

We want the identity of every artist.

We want all the work...

Every sketch, every drawing, every painting.

And we want all the conspirators on the outside

who are helping to smuggle these atrocities.

That shouldn't be too hard to find out, should it?

No, we'll find out all right.

But why this fuss over some lousy drawings?

We want to keep the Jews quiet

now that we're entering a new phase.

And there are protests from the neutrals.

Go on, bring them in.

Seem to be in a spot of trouble, Major.

You're sweating.

"Now there rose up a new king in Egypt

who knew not Joseph."

Kaltenbrunner is our new king, hey, Major.

Shall I?

Yes, please.

This is your domain.

I'm Adolf Eichmann.

This is Major Dorf from Berlin.

May I have your names, please,

where you come from?

You.

Otto Felscher.

From Karlsruhe.

Emil Frey. Prague.

He's the ringleader.

I'll beat it out of him.

Shh. Major.

You?

Karl Weiss. Berlin.

Now come forward

and tell me which of you are responsible for these horrors.

Do as the major says! Move!

Well?

This...

is mine.

This and this...

are mine.

Felscher.

I did this.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Major Dorf has come from Berlin to found out

how many of these atrocious pictures exist,

where they're hidden, where they've been sent

and who are your contacts on the outside.

Frey, would you like to start?

There are no other pictures.

Weiss?

These are the only drawings.

You.

Th...

they are...

th-they... Come on, tell it.

The commandant knows the work we do here.

It's only portraits and...

Lying...!

I know of no other pictures.

Weiss,

what is the function of art?

The function of art?

I believe someone said it is to enhance life.

And you call this garbage life-enhancing?

"Transport East."

"Ghetto Children."

How could you produce such lies,

such distortions and claim that it's art?

Because it's the truth.

Then tell me why the Red Cross has inspected this camp

a dozen times and never found these conditions?

Tell Weiss that his wife has just arrived from Berlin,

that might change his mind.

Weiss, the commandant tells me

that your wife arrived from Berlin recently.

That's right.

I'm sure

that she'd want you to tell the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

Felscher?

I...

Do you want to say something?

No, he doesn't.

Let him answer.

No...

nothing.

Weiss...

I have the feeling I've met you.

Is that true?

I have no recollection of you.

Now this is Berliner to Berliner.

Forget about these Czechs and Austrians.

Berliners kept me in Buchenwald

for four years.

Berliners sent my parents to Warsaw.

Ah, that's the trouble with you people,

you can't forget the past.

Now these drawings mean a great deal to me.

You have a Christian wife.

Something may be worked out.

Free us?

We could look into it.

Otherwise, I'll hand you over to Rahm

and your wife won't want to see you when it's over.

There is no conspiracy.

There are... there are no other pictures.

Get the information from them.

Take them away.

You look as pale as they do.

Do I?

You mustn't let it upset you.

Rahm's people will soon get at the truth.

You'll be able to go back

to Berlin a hero.

Karl?

Karl!

Where are they taking you?

Inga, stay back.

Just stay back!

I'll be all right!

No! No! No!

They won't hurt me!

Please, just stay back!

Let me go with him, please. He's done nothing.

Inga, please, go back! It'll be all right!

Karl!

Karl!

Karl!

Come on.

Hurry up.

This way.

Over here.

In there.

Keep moving.

Frey?

Can you hear me? Yes, Karl.

Yes!

Felscher?

Can you hear us? I hear you.

What are they going to do to us?

Beat us, I imagine.

Remember our agreement.

It was my fault.

I sold the pictures.

Felscher, listen.

They may hurt us, but they will not kill us!

I'm not a brave man.

I'm past 60.

My kidneys are weak.

I wasn't meant to be a hero.

You'll surprise yourself, Felscher.

They tell me that after a while you don't even notice it.

Oh!

Felscher, stop it!

Listen, you two.

Have you ever been to Italy?

No.

But I've wanted to go for years.

The three of us...

Let's make a vow.

With our wives,

a grand tour of Florence, Venice...

But don't forget Arezzo.

I'm a Piero della Francesca

man, Weiss.

We mustn't miss the frescos in San Lorenzo.

Siena, Perugia, Orvieto.

I'll let you and Felscher make out the itinerary.

You want to talk before we begin?

I don't know anything.

Please.

No. No.

No! No, please, no!

Not a word!

Felscher, to hell with them!

We've given into them too long!

You want to go back

to the commandant's office and talk?

I've got nothing to tell you.

Italy, Weiss!

Italy!

Florence!

The Ufizzi Gallery!

Italy, Weiss!

Italy!

You want to talk now?

No.

Oh, no.

No.

Finished.

The old man's dead.

Weiss and Frey won't talk.

They must talk.

Then I'll have to work on them some more.

For God sakes, don't kill them!

Those fellows are going to end up in Auschwitz.

Only after they talk.

Major Dorf says

the second you tell him about the drawings, you're free.

I don't know anything.

The last of them.

We got them out just in time.

Yeah, but does it mean anything, these pictures?

It must.

To tell the world the truth later.

I suppose so.

I was so tempted to take them all

right to the commandant and say, "Here they are.

Now give me back my Karl!"

He and Frey would prefer this.

I know.

I hope so.

My God, I hope so.

Frey?

Frey?!

Can you hear me?

Yes.

They broke my hands.

Mine, too.

It will be a long time before we paint again.

We may end up like Felscher.

We had no right to make him resist.

He did what he thought was right.

We can't worry about it anymore.

I was a coward all my life.

A kid who ran away from fights.

I cried the first day I went to school.

I wasn't meant to be a hero, either.

Italy, Frey.

Michelangelo's David.

The Sistine Chapel.

6,000 a day.

But how shall we select them?

You're members of the Jewish Council of Warsaw Ghetto.

You know your people.

What do we tell them?

Tell them the truth.

They're being transported to family camps in Russia.

Work camps?

Exactly.

Fresh air, good food.

Parents and children together.

It's better than staying

in this stink hole you've let Warsaw become.

People may resist.

You people haven't resisted yet.

You realize

since the murder of Heydrich,

we can't be as merciful as we have been.

But at the rate of 6,000 a day,

the ghetto will be emptied.

Nonsense.

We just want to drain off the excess.

People like you...

Officials, police, doctors... You'll stay.

You understand?

Good.

Now remember, 4:00 p.m. every day,

seven days a week,

6,000 at the rail station.

What did you find out?

The trains aren't going to Russia.

Where are they going?

Treblinka.

Three hours away.

Treblinka?

Another Polish work camp?

It's a death camp.

Polish Christians go to a work camp.

The Jews go from the trains to this big building.

The SS tell them it's for delousing.

It's what we suspected?

They have fake signs.

Hatmakers, tailors, leatherworks.

They tell them when you get your bath,

you'll be assigned a job,

but they never come out.

They're gassed to death.

6,000 a day?

Whole families.

Mothers with kids, old people.

You were right all along.

Forgive me for doubting you.

Campaign in North Africa

is gaining momentum.

Five more towns on the Libyan-Tunisian border

fell to forces of the 8th Army.

A total of 141 sorties were flown

by allied planes over France in the low countries

in the past 24 hours.

Word from Polish resistance forces states

that Nazi troops are indulging in atrocities

against the Polish population,

including the shooting of Polish civilians.

This ends our news broadcast from BBC London.

Shooting of Polish civilians!

They've known about Treblinka for weeks,

the gas chambers,

the liquidation of the ghettos,

and not a word on the BBC!

Now you understand why we're Zionists.

Maybe they can't believe what we told them.

Or choose not to believe.

We sent word to them.

"The Jews of Poland are being systematically destroyed.

Broadcast it."

Answer came back,

"Not all your radiograms lend themselves to publication."

They think we're lying.

The crime is so huge, no one believes it.

There's only one answer: more guns.

That fellow Anton on the Christians side...

You'll have to go see him again.

Maybe we can pull a few people off the transports.

There are vacant buildings near the rail station.

I've had this notion of starting a clinic there.

Yes, you may save a handful,

but the answer is in guns.

Keep moving!

Come on.

Stay in line!

Damn it, why don't they fight?

A half million of us, a handful of them.

If we die, we die.

Josef,

the boy with the briefcase...

He's one of my pupils.

You don't have to look, Berta.

Why not?

How bad can Russia be?

There'll be jobs for us.

It's a family camp.

I know.

And we'll be together.

Hey, what's Dr. Weiss up to?

I didn't know he was down here.

Hey, Dr. Weiss, what are you doing down here?

Mr. Lowy, you're too sick to travel.

Into the clinic. Your wife, also.

But I don't get it. I'm-I'm not sick.

Into the clinic.

What clinic?

I'm trying to pull people off the transports.

Don't say a word. Act sick. Go on.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Uh, three of you... You can't travel.

This child looks as if it's incubating typhus.

Go to the clinic, over there, please.

Sit over here.

You are all too sick to travel.

What's going on here?

The rail station clinic.

It was authorized yesterday.

These people are too sick to travel.

If this shipment is short, I'm in trouble.

You idiot, nobody's going to get into trouble.

We have orders not to let people

who are incubating typhus or cholera

to get on the trains!

Get out of this clinic!

You leave my patients alone, or I'll report you!

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Fill the cars.

No shoving.

Families stay together.

You will be kept together in the family camp.

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Move quickly.

Stay in line.

And so they leave.

6,000 today,

6,000 tomorrow.

If we try to save six

or ten,

maybe even 20...

Move quickly and stay in line.

Does it mean anything, Josef?

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Move quickly and stay in line.

Fill the cars. Fill the cars.

No shoving.

Families stay together.

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Bye!

Bye!

Good-bye!

Bye!