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He must be crazy.

You are being illegally held
in violation of international law.

Come forward.

Sergeant, I'll thank you to assist me

so we can accomplish this
in an orderly manner.

This has all been cleared
with Colonel Eichmann.

He must be crazy.

You, sir, I know I issued you a pass.
Please go to the car.

Thank you.

Raoul, come down.

You've got three seconds
to climb down, mister.

Or I'm going to blow your head off.

No. No, don't shoot.

No, don't shoot!

You are to be released immediately to
the custody of the Swedish Legation.

- He must be crazy.
- Get down, damn it!

Get back to work.

- I have a pass.
- Let me through.

You, sir, I know you have a pass.
I signed it myself.

- Get back.
- And you, young lady.

Yes, I saw you at the legation.
Go to Mr. Anger.

Stay where you are.

Release her.
She is to follow us to the legation.

Go to Mr. Anger.

Me, Fisher. I have a pass.

Good, then you're going back
to Budapest.

- Grab him.
- I'm on the list.

Don't let me lose you.

The rest of you, get back to work.

- All of you are strong...
- Come down.

Get down.

Get down.

Sergeant.

You will answer personally
to the International Red Cross

and the Swedish-German Friendship
Society, if he dares touch me again.

Nobody touch him.

Sergeant, what do I do now?

- Leave him alone.
- Thank you, sergeant.

Now, if I may proceed.

All those with documents,
come forward.

Come forward with your documents.

It does not matter if you've lost them
or misplaced them, we have a record.

Yes, sir, they took your pass, eh?

- Yes, yes.
- Per.

Yes, you're in the book,
Gasner Abram.

- Go ahead.
- Come, tell me your name.

You, I know you, sir.
May I see your pass, please?

- I lost it.
- Go ahead.

Let me see your documents, please.
Yes, there it is. There's your pass.

My tax receipt?

You think those animals can read?

Go on, he has a pass. Good.

The oldest will go in the car,
the others will follow on behind.

Sergeant, I shall commend you
to your superiors.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Who is he?
- You didn't ask for his papers.

He has a Swedish flag on his car,
hasn't he?

As soon as Mr. Langfelder
has turned the car around,

we'll follow him back to Budapest.
It will be a long walk.

But after that,
we'll find a place for all of you

in one of our safe houses.

And perhaps a cup of hot soup.
Come along.

- Thank you all, for your cooperation.
- I don't believe it.

Sergeant.

What do you want?

Would you leave us alone
with a few of those Jews?

Just for a minute.

Yeah.

I need a schnapps.

You. You with the beard.

- We haven't finished work.
- Behind the bunkers.

- Move.
- Move.

You, over there.

Per, drop back and make sure
they stay close together.

Yeah.

No! Please! No!

Keep walking. Keep walking.

Dearest Mother, today you will get
only these hurried lines.

Rest assured
that all is well with me.

"Times are extraordinarily exciting.

The main thing is that we are working
and fighting successfully

to preserve the gift of life,
as you like to call it.

I'm gaining a truer sense of that gift
in helping to save others here.

And so you must think of me
as one of the most fortunate of men.

It is not given to many
to live such a life.

I hope that you are well,
and I promise with all my heart

that next time you will get
a much fuller report.

I shall close now.
I greet and I kiss you all, Raoul."

I must say, he seems
to have found himself this time.

Yeah, I agree.

Then why the long face?

According to Kalman Lauer,
conditions are worse than ever there.

Raoul has become
something of a hero.

And what is conceivably wrong
with that?

Heroes have been known to die,
Jacob.

That's what's wrong.

Every hour matters,
lives are in the balance,

or I would never have allowed a third
party to intrude upon this meeting.

With or without Monsignor Rotha,

you are welcome in my house,
Mr. Wallenberg.

- Call me Raoul.
- Then it's Lisl.

Tell me if I'm wrong,
but that day in the flower market,

I sensed you eagerly reaching out
to know, to help.

And now the situation is so critical,
baroness...

Lisl.

- That I couldn't resist coming to you.

You can't possibly imagine
Gabor is at all like Eichmann.

I don't know your husband,
but I do know the party he represents.

He's his own person.

He could never destroy
innocent lives.

Then let's put it to the test
while we help shape his policies.

That is where you expect
to make use of me?

By allowing your passions,
your attitudes to shape mine.

They are already your attitudes, Lisl.

I will not be disloyal to him.

I'm asking you to keep him alive.

Because unless he can turn
his new power

to save lives and not crush them,

he will be tried when the war ends,
and executed.

- Oh, my God.
- The point is that need not happen.

There is still time for him
to disassociate himself

from this government of madmen.

I am bearing his child.

Then you must. Help him.

My child will be fatherless.

Not if you act.
He has great influence.

The only aristocrat in a den of failed
shopkeepers and cashiered officers.

Szálasi is a convicted murderer.

Your husband must prevail upon him
to honor the passes.

To ease restrictions on the Jews.
To refuse to cooperate with the Nazis.

And to stop the Arrow Cross
from murdering.

Show them the work order.

You're from Ferenczy's headquarters.
The detail is being moved.

Then march them off
to the safe house.

Come on, over there.
You heard him.

Come on.

- What if they don't believe me?
- So they'll shoot you.

Go on.

You, take that over there.

Yes, you, go on.

Put it down there.

Faster.

You want your cabbage soup, huh?
Work then.

I have orders to take
all these workers to Buda.

- Wait a moment.
- Orders.

- Let me see your papers.
- I have papers.

- Go on.
- Ferenczy, from headquarters.

All right. On your way.

Up on the road,
you're going to Buda.

You. You. Over there, you.

You gotta shoot them in the pants
to get work out of them.

- Come on.
- Ha, ha.

- All right, keep working.
- You, Fodor, with them?

I'm not with them.

So?

I'm with the resistance.

Please be quiet
until we get to the house.

You, the worst student I ever had.

You were smarter.

We are scholars.
You perform a blessing saving us.

I save anyone I can,
including myself.

You saw them drown our people
in the Danube,

shoot them in the back,
kill the little Jewish children.

- I saw.
- So how can you still believe in God?

- How can you still believe in man?
- You didn't answer my question.

It is beneath me
to discuss the Talmud with a tramp.

Some scholars.

Perhaps you would prefer to discuss
the Talmud with the fascists.

Where was your Talmud
when they shot the little children?

Fodor, what you believe
and what I believe are different things.

This is what I believe in,
and it is all that they believe in.

Move on.

Gabor,

should we go to the shelter?

Hmm?

It's getting closer.

We can hold Budapest.

We and the Germans, of course.

That's not what I hear.

I swear on the cross
of the crown of St. István

that no Bolshevik will ever set foot
in our city.

Wallenberg says
the Russians will be in Budapest

- within two weeks.
- And what does he know?

He's far too busy
pulling Jews off trains.

He knows a great deal.

You've seen him?

He was here today.
I invited him and the nuncio.

I knew that.

Your priest playing the procurer,
was he?

Gabor,

Señor Rotha is our spiritual advisor.

And the pope is our spiritual leader,
and he seems quite disinterested

in Rotha's compassion
for our enemies.

Rotha has compassion
for you as well, Gabor.

So has Mr. Wallenberg.

And how does the Swede
show his compassion?

Does he hold your hand?

Does he whisper sweet endearments
in your ear?

We talked about you.

Why didn't he come directly to me?

He's cautious.
He wanted me to hear him first.

Ah.

A bit of intrigue, yeah. I like that.

- What did he say?
- Gabor.

It would make me so happy
if you could help him.

Help him?

Who gives a damn about him
or his Jews?

I am thinking of Hungary's future.

Isn't the goodwill of neutral nations
part of Hungary's future?

Szálasi might like the idea.
Isn't he greedy for Swedish approval?

So all that clever teaching
of the nuns,

they made you a first-class diplomat.

No. No, no, Gabor,

this is not about diplomacy.

Stay together.
Move quickly and be brave.

- And follow Mr. Wallenberg.
- Come on. Hurry, hurry.

We'll all be better off
in the basement.

- What was that?
- Come on, come on, come on.

Come along now, come along.

Quickly.

- Is Josef all right?
- Come on.

- Oh, yes, just a childish secret.
- What, about me?

He saw your reaction
to that explosion.

Reaction?

And thought you carried it off
beautifully.

The little devil.
Why wasn't he laughing out loud?

I think he forgot how.

Come on, come on, come on. Opa!

You all right?

- Okay?
- Raoul?

- Yeah?
- Since the Germans are the first

into the shelters, why don't we unload
the beds while the streets are clear?

- But the explosions?
- We'll do it during the loss.

Is everyone still with us?

Present and accounted for.

Children, any of you hurt?

Raoul is taking care of them.

I think they're taking care of me.

Their poor little lamb, huh? Ha.

Do I hear a cow?

Where are the rest
of my barnyard animals, huh?

Do I hear some chickens?

Some cats, huh?

Dog?

Dog?

But when I added
Wallenberg's Swedish condition

that we must refuse to cooperate
with Eichmann's deportations,

Szálasi squirmed
and Ferenczy roared with laughter.

But you made the first step.

And they know you are right.

They know it.

So tonight at the cabinet meeting,
you must be strong.

I will not be going
to the cabinet meeting.

But you must.

- You are the foreign minister.
- I will not be pushed, Lisl.

Anyway, they treat me as a child,
the baby of the cabinet.

Not old enough
to be taken seriously.

- No, I will not be humiliated.
- Gabor.

You told me yourself,

if the cabinet decides tonight
against the protection passes,

tomorrow is the beginning
of the end.

- The Jews will be finished off...
- The Jews.

...once and for all.
- The Jews.

The Jews. The Jews.

The Jews!

Haven't I told them for years,
"Shave off your beards, cut your hair.

Don't be so stupid and stubborn
in your ways.

You'll only bring trouble
on yourselves"?

Gabor!

I do not want to bring our child
into a world

where human life
is not worth fighting for.

Lisl, my adorable wife,

you know I would do anything for you
and our baby, anything.

- But I will not...
- Then you will go.

And make them see
what they must do.

We bring you
a message from Premier Szálasi,

speaking to you from his office.

Tonight, in an extraordinary session,

the Hungarian cabinet has voted
with me to observe and support

the measures taken
by the neutral powers

to offer protection
to the Jews of Budapest.

Bloody Swede.

His protected Jews.

What the hell has got into Szálasi?

Keep moving. Fifty thousand,
and 50,000 more until it's over.

SZÁLASl: And Arrow Cross guards
will, hereafter, honor passage

issued to Jews by foreign power.

Protect the Jews and their houses
will not be subject to the new laws.

- How do you explain that?
- We, uh, have a good fairy, Per.

SZÁLASl:will not be required
to wear the yellow star

or be subject to transportation.

Concerning Jews,

police and Arrow Cross guards will,
hereafter, honor passage issued...

Should I beware of Swedes
bearing gifts?

Consider the gifts
to mark a happy event.

A happy event?

I'm told Himmler has ordered a halt
to the gassings.

- Please.
- Oh, thank you.

And what else has your intelligence
bought you?

Or are your American benefactors
supplying that as well?

What a charming thought.
Cigarette?

- No, I don't.
- Thank you.

No, this item's
from your own department.

Auschwitz is to be dismantled.

And this all clearly pleases you?

After how many dead? Four million?

Five? Six?

It's quite an achievement,
eh, Wallenberg?

Himmler seems to be having second
thoughts about this achievement.

It appears
he's now trying to save his neck.

Himmler? Ha, ha.

You want me to believe you're not
interested in saving your own neck?

Oh, what you believe
is of little interest to me.

Really, Eichmann?
What does excite you?

Let me tell you what it is.
The desire to excel.

To go to my grave knowing
that no one has done more than I

towards ridding Europe of its Jews.

To accomplish this with distinction.

To prove myself worthy.

Oh, a worthy soldier,
that would be a change.

Thus far, your career has been mostly...
Uh, what shall I say? Technical.

Administrative.

Moving trains,
never quite filling quotas.

You conniving dilettante.

You tricked the Hungarians
into honoring those ersatz documents

for a while.

Now you're making a stink
about the marches.

Don't be encouraged
by your little moment of triumph.

I have already got that ass, Szálasi,
to countermand his broadcast order.

There is still time
to cancel the march, colonel.

- And since Himmler himself...
- Himmler be damned.

I'll decide the fate
of Hungarian Jews.

Starve them, beat them, shoot them.

March them into mass graves,
50,000 at a time.

I know all about you.

You get your money
from the Americans,

from that cripple, Roosevelt.

Furthermore,
we know your secret as well.

You're a Jew yourself, Wallenberg.

Eichmann, you disappoint me,
given your reputation for exactitude.

The fact is my great-great-grandfather
was a Jew,

which makes me
one-sixteenth Jewish,

and not as much
as I would have preferred.

And now, may I make a suggestion?

Please.

Let's open your Scotch. I'm thirsty.

Shall we drink to...?
To honor. To duty.

Can you still feel secure, colonel,

in continuing to carry out your orders
to murder helpless civilians?

They give me orders.
"Get them to the camps."

Well, by God, I'll do it.
And I'll keep on doing it until...

Until Valhalla crashes down
around your head.

Not the twilight of the gods
but the death of monsters.

Shall we drink
to the death of monsters, Eichmann?

Get out of here, Wallenberg.
Your charm wears thin.

I cannot consider this conversation
as private. The Vatican and...

To hell with them!

Wallenberg.

I'll do you a favor.

I'm open to offers.

I'll find a train for your Hebrews.

For 750,000 francs,
made payable to me personally,

you can take a few hundred Jews
anywhere you want.

- And the others?
- They remain.

I'll consider it. Good day, colonel.

- Thank you, major.
- Wallenberg.

I want that Jew lover dead
before the day ends.

Sonja.

- Sonja?
- I'm really quite all right.

Well, the doctor's
coming right away.

You won't be riding that bicycle
of yours for a few days.

- I don't know. Why not?
- Are you sure you're all right?

Colonel Eichmann, please.

No, I'll, uh... I'll need it
until Vilmos gets us a new car.

I really think she should go
to a hospital.

Colonel Eichmann,

your driver did an excellent job
on my car.

- However, I was not in it.
- Not in the car.

Perhaps next time, huh?

Dieter.

Dieter!

- What do you want, colonel?
- I'll tell you what I want.

I want you
to start marching the Jews.

And you can march them
until they drop.

This time, I will tolerate no delay.

- Come out, everybody.
- Come out. Come down, please.

Everybody get dressed.

One warm coat, one pair of shoes
and one valise.

No one is exempt.

Don't be frightened. You are being
loaned to our German ally for work

on behalf of Hungary,
by order of Prime Minister Szálasi.

You must obey.

- Come on.
- Mama, I have school.

- Josi.
- Come down.

- Hello? Hello, operator?
- Come down.

Operator, I need 789-0...

Operator? Oper...?

Come down
and don't be frightened. Come on.

Put on your coat, Josi.

Move it. Get down here now.

Will you call my teacher?

What?

What?

Will you call my teacher?

Come out, please.

You have no right to do this.

I am a Hungarian citizen.
You have no right.

Please, we must have everything.

- Quickly, or we'll be here all day.
- That belonged to my mother. No.

- Watches, eye glasses, jewelry.
- That belonged to my grandmother.

Everything you have.

You don't need to be so rude.

They're taking these.
It's for the best.

- What are we going to do?
- Have you no mercy?

- I need... I need them to see.
- Where are we going?

- My glasses.
- Hey.

- We have Swedish papers.
- Aha.

You are not allowed to do this.

These belong to my mother. Oh, no.

What's the matter, you don't like it?
Get on with it.

- Papa, when will we come back?
- I don't know.

- Move, move!
- Hannah.

- I'm going to get her.
- No.

They're taking her away.

- I said, no.
- Why?

This is Eichmann's work.
None of that Hungarian sloppiness.

- They're going to clear the city out.
- Come on, a walk will do you good.

That's the Swedish flag.

Let them blow
their Jewish noses in it.

Follow them.
Get word to me where they're headed.

- Where are you going?
- Wallenberg.

He needs to see me.

Well, why bother?
I thought he was just another goy.

Illmosh, you won't believe
what I found.

Fresh carrots, fresh onions,
fresh potatoes.

Ha, fantastic.

Brother Holin, it's nice to see you.

Welcome to our restaurant.
I hope you're enjoying your food.

Yes. Good.
There's plenty for all, don't worry.

SS round-up.

Go to the house on Bencher Street,
number 47, basement.

Good. Good. Eat. Eat all you like.
There's plenty. Always plenty.

SS round-up. Bencher Street,
number 47, basement. Good.

Wallenberg?

Somebody told me
you wanted to talk.

Who are you?

You tell me.

Szcepakec Bronislaw.

Birthplace: Kraków.
In Budapest as registered alien.

Religion: Catholic.
Perfectly acceptable.

As you can see,
we're also feeding the sisters.

I'm not here to eat.

I'm Teicholz. This is all lies.

Except the part
about my being Polish.

Teicholz. You're with the Walde.

I hear you're good,

but, uh, difficult.

Did you get your head busted
fighting with the partisans in Poland?

Did you have to come to this country
illegally like me?

I'm impressed.
That's why I sought you out.

Why should I do anything for you?

- Walde's doing fine by itself.
- Indeed it is.

But we are overlapping
in certain areas,

with your printing business,
in particular.

Who in hell are you
to complain about our passes?

Do you know how many lives
we've saved with them?

Hundreds. Nevertheless,
you and I are beginning to overlap.

It's causing problems
for people carrying our passes

- and we're saving thousands.
- That's your claim.

That's the truth.

So redirect your hostility,
if you would, toward the enemy.

I'm on your side.

What do you want from me,
Wallenberg? Not that I'm delivering.

I want access to the Walde's
underground bunkers, Mr. Teicholz.

And you damn well better deliver,
because if you don't,

every one of these people
will be rounded up,

with the rest of the Jews
in Budapest,

and sent off on a death march
that will have no survivors.

I'll tell you what,

I got room for about 300.

A thousand and make room.

I'll make room.

Shake hands.

Fifteen hundred.

Hmm.

Keep up there.

Move ahead.

New arrivals will proceed...

- Keep moving.
- ... to the waiting area inside the gate.

Keep your belongings close to you.

Find a comfortable spot once inside,
if you please.

And stay quietly
until you receive further instructions.

Keep moving.

I repeat:

The new arrivals will proceed

to the waiting area inside the gate.

- Women there.
- Come on. Move.

Keep your belongings close to you.

Please, I'm an employee
of the Swedish Legation.

I must call my office.

Mama, I'm late for school.

Move. Move.

Mr. Langfelder, who drove you here,
will be waiting for you on the street.

How can I thank you
and Mr. Wallenberg?

There's no need, madam.

- Good night and good luck.
- Good night.

Per?

- Yeah?
- Tell me something.

Do you ever miss those carefree
Scandinavian days?

Yes.

I don't.

Isn't it curious?

They're all a blur to me.

Full of contentment,

but it's as if they never touched me.

Perhaps nothing ever did before,
Raoul.

You found yourself here.

I'm sorry,
but I must not allow your obsession

to ruin what's left of my marriage.

It's 1:00 in the morning,
you needn't apologize for leaving.

Well, you have that sort of effect
on people.

My secret weapon.

We hit rock bottom today, Per.

- Yes.
- Marches again.

My God.

What are we coming to?

Get some sleep.

Welcome to my sitting room.

Thank you.

I'm sure Mr. Anger imagines
all kinds of things,

seeing me here at this hour.

I promise to disabuse him
in the morning.

I came to tell you
that your life is in danger.

I know that.

Not only from Eichmann,

Szálasi also.

And I wanted you to know

that Gabor tried to stop the marches
from starting again.

Then you came here
to feed your husband's case?

You are a neutral witness.

You might be asked to testify.

But you could've told me that
on the phone.

Yes, but the climate is worsening,
as you predicted,

and I wanted to be sure
that I saw you again

to tell you these things directly.

What things, Lisl?

- That Gabor is not an evil man.
- Simply misguided.

I am still carrying our child.

I don't need reminding.

- I was not admonishing you.
- Then what?

What other things, Lisl?

I am here...

...because it was impossible for me
not to be here.

You...

...are the most beautiful woman
I have ever known.

And if I take one step towards you,

I will forget why I came here
in the first place.

I must leave.

Leave?

Is this not the safest place?

But the warmest.

Monsignor Rotha told me something
this afternoon

that moved me very deeply.

He said the Nazis' greatest victory

was convincing the Jews
that they were doomed,

but that you changed that
for thousands of them.

What does a clergyman know
about the real world?

Learn to accept a compliment,
Raoul,

when it is given with love.

All, attention. Attention.

You must stop trying
to get special treatment

from our attendants here.

Cries and complaints
will not be tolerated.

We are doing everything...

I am hungry, Mama.

Josi, they'll feed us soon.

We said it could never happen to us.

We were Hungarians
and proud of our country.

The people wouldn't let it happen.

Maybe the work camp
won't be so bad, Papa.

Oh, yes, the work camp.

Any
inconvenience you may undergo...

- Open the gates.
- ... is only temporary.

- That's it, hurry up there.
- Open.

You must not exaggerate
your problems.

All right, Jews. Come on.

- Get moving.
- Up on your feet.

- Get up. Come on, up. Up.
- Get moving.

- Come on.
- On your feet.

Up on your feet.

Who are you?

Fodor, Special Intelligence.

From Czepo.

I was sent here.

I never seen you before.

- On your feet! That's right.
- Can you hear me?

You want to stay here?

Get up.

- Keep moving.
- You must move, you must move.

Come, we're going for a walk.

That's right.

Mama, if I miss school,
will the teacher be angry?

Of course not, sweetheart.

We're only going a short way.

Why you cry, Mama?

I am tired.

- Will Mr. Wallenberg come?
- You must obey orders.

Yes, my little one. He'll come.

- He'll come.
- Keep in line.

Up. Up.

- Mind the line there. Move on.
- Let's go.

Come on. Grab your bag,
join the line.

- Just a short walk from here.
- Come.

Hannah, you must promise me
when this is over, your music first.

You have talent.

- Don't stop, just move.
- Come on, don't waste time.

Come along.

Move faster.

Those at the front, move faster.

Watch the line.
Nobody moves out of the line.

I'm going to drag you out.

I won't go without my father.

- You, I knew you were no good.
- Papa.

- You see, Hannah, I warned you.
- He's not with them.

- Listen, we can run. He can't.
- You're crazy.

- You're going with me.
- Hannah.

Hannah, don't leave me.

Papa. I'll kill him.

They'll kill us if we don't run.

After him!

- Who are you?
- Intelligence. I got, uh, ID card.

Stay quiet.

Keep still, you. Keep still.

German.

Go to the house on Petri Street,
you know it?

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Sir. Sir. They've cleaned out
four buildings in Buda.

- What?
- One of ours, one of the Swiss.

They won't exempt anyone.

And Teicholz said to tell you
that the march has begun

and they have trains waiting
at Hegyeshalom.

To take the Jews across the border.

It's happening. Death march.

Sonja's building's empty.
She and the boy are gone.

What? Police or SS?

- I didn't ask.
- Didn't they respect our flags?

- Apparently not.
- Damn them!

Once they get the Jews
out of Hungary, they're doomed.

At least here,
I have some bargaining power.

With the Russians, you mean?

Well, so long as I can threaten
these savages with the Red Army,

we have a chance.

Like all murderers, they're cowards.

Lutz? Wallenberg.
Do you have the report also?

Yes, tens of thousands of them.
Sick, dying, starving.

Yes, a massive rescue operation.
Trucks, food, clothes, medicine.

- Stop complaining.
- Come on.

Faster. There's a road ahead.

Good God.

Come on. Move, move, move.

- Move.
- Go on.

- Go, go, go.
- Come on.

Get moving.

You don't need to hit.
Don't need to hit.

Stay away. I can't...

- Don't.
- Come on.

I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it.

- Come on. Get up.
- I'm up.

Get away from there.

Shall I stop, sir?

Mr. Wallenberg. Mr. Wallenberg.

No.

We can try to stop this
only at the trains.

- Please, help me.
- Drive on to the station.

Mr. Wallenberg, please help me.

Help us. Save us.

Per,

what does our Christian faith
tell us about these Nazi scoundrels?

Who are they? What shaped them?

I am no theologian.

Please, Mr. Wallenberg.
Save us. Help us.

Perhaps we are witnessing
the death of God himself.

Please.

Move! Move!

Keep moving. Keep moving.

Train is ready for you.

Let's go.

Keep that line tight.

Move.

Watch out where you're going.

Go on, we're going up ahead now.

Move it.

Don't fall behind.

- Come on, Jews.
- Come on.

Get away from that car.

Keep away from there.

Off the road. Off the road.

Let the car through.

Get away from the car.

The main thing is statistics.

Too many died after they got here
before we could load them.

You, you have to take back
the pregnant women and the sick.

- My orders are otherwise, major.
- Up, up, up. On your feet.

I want live bodies on the train.

- You, on the train.
- We're arguing whether Jews

should die on the train or on the road
to Budapest, what's the difference?

The useless ones don't go.

- Look at him.
- You heard what I said!

Shoot them or hang them,
for all I care. The sick ones don't go.

I'll kill you all with my bare hands!

Come on, you too.

You with the beard.

Perhaps we call Budapest, I'll get
a clarification from Minister Biner.

You do that.

How did we end up on the same side
with all the garbage of Europe?

Statistics.

Where is Teicholz?

- No, please. Please.
- Get on the train!

Out of the way.

Come on, move. Move. Come on.

Move forward.
Come on, on your feet.

Never mind all that.
Come on, move forward.

What are you doing?

Nobody touch the medicine.
It's not for you.

- Get away from here.
- Get back.

- Step back!
- Get out of here. Get away.

Step back or I'll shoot you.

- Ferenczy.
- What are you going to do?

I'm not sure. Vilmos.

Get me some whiskey, cigarettes
and big packets of money.

You want me with you?

No. You and Charles do everything
you can to stop the trains from leaving.

And write down the names
of people without passes.

Fill in the blanks
for the young and strong ones.

Wait for me, huh?

- Colonel Ferenczy.
- Oh, the Swedes.

What a nice reunion, colonel.

Christmas is upon us.
I thought we might celebrate early.

Celebrate?

To warm the hearts
of your splendid policemen, huh?

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Ha, ha.

So this fellow, this foreign office chap,
he asks,

"How can Hungarian Jews
becomes Swedes overnight?"

And I said, "Didn't you know,
the Swedes are the lost tribe of Israel?

These Jews are going home."

Going home? That's a good one.

- Stockholm, the new Jerusalem, huh?
- Yes. Yes.

I said, "It's been proven, by measuring
skulls and matching fingerprints,

the Swedes are descended
from King David.

The Royal House of Sweden
has Jewish roots.

Our constitution is based
on the Ten Commandments."

And now for the real Christmas,
huh?

Dollars? American dollars?

What do you want from us?

You know what I want, colonel.

You all know what I want.

Come on, move it.

Please, please.
Let me help with the boy.

- You come with me.
- Leave this to me.

- I've got my orders.
- Leave the child alone.

Stop! There are people here
who are Swiss citizens.

Get them out of here!

There are many people here,
Swedish persons.

Close the doors.

Stop! Stop! Keep those doors open!

Stop!

Are there any
Swedish protected people here?

Take these.

If so, come forward at once.

You are in violation
of international law!

Let them get away with that?
Get those men out of here.

Take these. Pass them out.

- Those are ours.
- Stop!

- We have to move the train.
- Stay back.

I am the secretary
of the Swedish Legation.

If you have a pass or if you have
lost one, step forward at once.

Get off the trains at once.

Josef?

Mrs. Khan.

Mrs. Khan of the legation.

- Vilmos.
- I'll take her.

- Take her to the car.
- Let me have him. Come on, my boy.

Please. He is very ill.

- Get him down.
- Anyone with a pass, step forward.

Take your filthy hands off him.

Mr. Wallenberg is a diplomat.

Ferenczy, our agreement!

Stop. Leave him alone!

I have made an arrangement
with this man, sergeant.

- We have passes.
- Raise your hands.

- Raise your hands.
- What's a handful of yids to us?

Raise your hand
if you have a Swiss pass.

It does not matter if you have lost it.
You are here in the ledger.

You have the full protection
of the King of Sweden

and the Swiss Republic.

Oh, Mr. Schuarz,
I know you have a pass.

Mr. And Mrs. Yultz.
Yes, yes. I gave you passes myself.

I remember. Hurry.
What is your name?

Caroline Takie.

Yes, yes, yes.
Her name is in the book.

This Swede bribes you again,
eh, Ferenczy?

You'll get your share.

We'll give him 400 yids.

- He can't take all of them.
- Hurry.

- Rabbi. My friend Rabbi?
- Mandel.

- Rabbi Mandel. Yes, I know.
- Please, follow me. Please.

Yes, I know you have a pass.
You have sisters in Sweden.

Come on, Rabbi.

We have our orders.

My family will be here.
My son, my daughter.

Yes, your children. Get up,
please. You are protected. Get up.

These are the Rabbi's children.

Release this man, at once.

Is there anyone else?

- Anyone else, raise your hands?
- Me.

- Speak up.
- We are... We are here.

Bring the children.

I'm sorry. I can take only so many,
so I must take the young.

- Forgive me.
- Forgive you?

I pity you.

- Get back in line.
- Yes, dear lady, pity me.

Close the car doors.
The train is about to leave.

- Ferenczy!
- Yes?

Ferenczy, open those doors.

- Open them.
- I can't do that.

We have food and medical supplies
on the truck. You will distribute them.

Per. Vilmos.

See that all our 400
are safely on the trucks.

There is another car.

Sonja, we'll find a doctor.

How many will you take?

- Get back on the train.
- Come on.

Get the people on. Close the doors.

Get out, Swede!

Go home, Swede!

Move the train.

- Close the doors.
- Close the doors.

- Home before dark, as I promised.
- We are most grateful, sir.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you.

You're safe now, Sonja.

You and Josef will be happier here
with my orphans.

And tonight,
we'll light the Hanukkah candles, huh?

Sonja?

Sonja.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Give...

Give me the child.

Sonja, give me the boy.

Give him to me.

Sonja, give him to...

Very good.
Come down to your presents.

Come on.

Raoul, I'm being exiled to Italy.

All passengers leaving for Milano,
please board the train immediately.

The official reason given
is for my own security.

I leave tonight on the train for Milano,
my family's home.

I shall remember you always.

A Franz Josef suite.

Nothing is too good
for the wife of the foreign minister.

Now, if the Allies cooperate
by not bombing the rail lines,

we will be grateful.

The allies are not deporting me,
Gabor.

That is a minor interruption.

You will be rejoining me
before you know it.

Perhaps.

In the meantime,
at least I will be with my family.

You see to it they provide you
and our baby with every comfort.

I've enjoyed far too much comfort
while others have...

But you, Gabor...

No, no. Come now. No more of that.

All visitors must leave the train.

Departure is one minute.

Goodbye, my beloved.

My little Lisl who will bear our child.

God bless you both.

Goodbye, Gabor.

Package from headquarters.

Raoul.

Roses in the winter.

It took some doing.

But the train is under way.

I'm an old hand
at bribing conductors.

Vilmos is waiting for me
at the next stop.

How clever you are.

Shall we drink to your safe
and pleasant journey? Hmm?

To your safe and pleasant life.

You've made it more than pleasant.

You've restored my faith,
along with a handful of others.

But mostly, Lisl,
it was you who helped me,

with the least to gain.

The least to gain?

Oh, no, Raoul.

I have been rewarded
beyond words.

Now I am abandoning you.

But what choice have you?
Szálasi would have had you arrested.

I should have made him do it.
I should have.

You would have.

I'm not bearing a child.

Oh, dear Raoul.

How difficult it is for you
to acknowledge what you have done.

What you continue to do.

Never enough. Never soon enough.

In matters of this kind, timing is all.

In all matters.

We're not doing so badly, are we?
Hmm? A vintage year.

A deep friendship.

Much more than friendship.

Yes.

Much, much more.

They said I was your spy.

My beloved spy.

Shall we ever meet again?

Wherever I am,

we will never stop meeting.

Here.

Well, colonel,
shall we retire to the library?

Please, come sit
where it's more comfortable.

Cigar?

Thank you.

Genuine Havana. And why not?

This is an occasion, huh?
Our last meeting.

Mm.

- You aristocrats do things properly.
- Ha, ha.

Dinner on bone china,
wine from Bohemian crystal,

Cuban cigars.

All that's lacking is en...
Entertainment.

Others have provided that, colonel.
Hmm?

Glorious display of fireworks
courtesy of the Red Army.

- Magnificent, isn't it?
- Mm-hm. Aren't you frightened?

- I'm a soldier.
- Out of uniform on the eve of battle.

Budapest could fall tomorrow,
colonel.

Shouldn't you be at the front
driving your troops?

It does not become a Swede
to mock me.

You see, Wallenberg,
I achieved my goal.

I cleaned Europe out, all but a handful.
Himmler couldn't do it.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
He would sit with us over beer

and agree that the Jews
had to be finished off.

But that was with comrades over beer,
you know?

But to do it, to really do it,
that isn't easy.

Himmler. Ha, ha.

How many Jews are still alive
in Hungary?

In the countryside?

Not enough to fill a synagogue.

Budapest,

oh, 100,000.

Maybe 20,000 of them carrying those
damned papers you gave them.

So few.

So few.

And, colonel,
I ask you to spare them all.

Do you hear those guns?

The Red Army
is less than two kilometers away.

What can these few Jewish lives
mean to you now?

Be honest with yourself,
Wallenberg.

We Germans acted
on what others dreamed about.

Philosophers, churchmen, rulers.

The forbidden lust of Europe
to destroy the children of Abraham.

Colonel, your sense of history
is on the same level as your morality.

- I ask you again, spare these people.
- Ha, ha.

The world will thank us someday,
you mark my words.

Oh, there's your thanks.
There's your thanks.

You're doomed.
You and your whole pack, finished.

Oh, but it was a good road to travel.

Power. Wealth. Blooded horses.

The elite of Europe's whores.

Not bad for a modest salesman.

But you're an aristocrat,
you wouldn't understand.

When my time comes,
I'll go to the hangman smiling.

Colonel,

I will do everything in my power
to speed your journey.

You're certain the road is still open?

It is, sir.
The Russians have cut the others.

- You will drive me to Vienna.
- Yes, sir.

Wisleceny, orders are that all children
and protected Jews

are to be taken to the central ghetto.
No exceptions.

Once they're resettled in one place
they're going to be eliminated.

No single Jew
must come out of the ghetto alive.

I expect you to rise
to new heights, major,

in order to finish the job properly.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

Help us here. That's right.
All right, this is the last one.

Okay.

- Come on.
- You don't do this to us.

Jewish pigs, get back.

- Close the door!
- Get back. Get back in there.

Put the bar in. Go on. Quick.

Nikki, those are chains.
They're locking us in.

No, the Russians are in the city.
They'll come in time.

Those are German tanks outside.

Why aren't they off fighting
the Russians?

Just listen. I'm going up higher
to get a good look.

The street rat will find
a safe nest for us yet.

- Come on, help me.
- Get us out of here.

No, change that, Sonja.
Say, "My dear Marshal Malinovsky,

I greet you on behalf
of the Swedish government

and extend my good wishes
to the Soviet Union.

I'm working on a plan for the
restoration of normal life in Budapest.

I put myself at your disposal,

and will happily meet
with your representative at..."

Sonja, you didn't have
to come to work.

The work is good for me.

We couldn't even bury him
in the Jewish cemetery.

The soldiers,
they wouldn't let us go there.

We had to break the frozen earth
in someone's yard.

- I'm sorry.
- A child.

Eight years old.

Who had he offended?

Sonja...

They won't feel sorry us, Raoul.

Ever.

They'll laugh at us.

Josi.

The Arrow Cross
and the SS are coming here.

They took everyone
from the other office.

Believe me, sir, we have to get out.

All right, everyone, another move.

Back with our orphans
on Venture Street.

We can hide out in those tunnels
under that old place for weeks.

All right, get moving.

Do we have any blank passes left?

- Yes.
- Good. Well, take them.

Take some official seals and stamps,
uh, typewriters, files.

Oh, and, Vilmos,
see if you can find Teicholz.

Don't get yourself killed, but we need
a diversion in the center ghetto.

Sir.

Hello. Some new faces.
Welcome to our hotel.

And how are you?
Feeling better, huh? Good.

Where were we?

"I propose
we name this organization

the Wallenberg Institute
for Support and Reconstruction.

Its purpose, General Malinovsky,
would be humanitarian..."

Wallenberg! Mr. Wallenberg.

The savior of the Jews.

Excuse me, sir,
my staff and I are very busy.

Two days now, I have been guarding
your Jewish orphanage, Wallenberg.

I have to atone for my stupidity.

Captain, if you would
just go upstairs...

You are a wonderful man, Wallenberg.
I have been less than wonderful.

Dreadful, stupid. From now on,
you have a Hungarian bodyguard.

- Whether you know it or not.
- Wallenberg!

Wallenberg.
Five hundred SS defense units...

Get off me, you bastard.

- It's all right. Tell me.
- Eichmann's orders before he left:

Shoot everyone.

They're moving in on central ghetto.
Tanks, machine guns.

- Surrounding your safe houses.
- Oh, my God.

I've got to find
General Schmidthuber.

Vilmos! Vilmos!

What did you see?

Some guys hanging around.

You can tell me.

I think...

- I think that they are going to...
- I know, my son.

I know.

Come, children,
time for afternoon prayers.

Get your books.

You too, Fodor.

The Lord doesn't give out marks.

I do.

Nikki, go on and pray with them.

What good will it do?

Maybe by tomorrow,
we won't be here.

But our book will remain.
God's word will last forever.

Come, children, we will sing now.
Nikki will join. Page 33.

Stop him.

No, you can't come in here.

Royal Swedish Legation,
official business.

A strict order, all of these offices
were to be cleared out before noon.

The files must be burned.
We can allow for one day or two.

- Stop preparing a mass operation.
- General.

Oh, Wallenberg,
I heard you were killed.

General, are you aware

of the operation about to take place
in the ghettos?

- What's he talking about?
- Eichmann's orders.

- Well?
- The orders are

to machine-gun 100,000 people
to death.

Men, women, children, infants.

Do you understand this will be
your parting gift to humanity?

I wasn't aware of it.

I'm fighting the Russians.

General, there are companies from
your own division waiting to move in.

I ask you to stop it.

Not my division.

Yours?

It is true?

I'm told you are a combat officer,
hmm? A soldier, not a murderer.

I warn you, general,
if you allow this atrocity to take place,

I will personally see
you are tried as a war criminal.

- You threaten me, Wallenberg.
- It is not an idle threat.

You will be seen by the world
not as a soldier,

but as a contemptible murderer.

To hell with him, general.
He's been bluffing.

He's been making trouble
for months.

General, you will hang for this!

Cancel it.

Call Operations and cancel it.

And you,
call off those Arrow Cross pips.

You have my personal guarantee
there will be no such action.

Thank you.

Eichmann is a madman,
but if we stop now,

- it's a confession of guilt.
- Silence.

Wallenberg.

Wallenberg.

Don't work too hard
at saving some necks.

- We have to move out.
- All right.

- Move out?
- All right.

Come on, men, we're moving out.
Pack up.

- Attention, everybody.
- All right, on the truck.

Everyone in the trucks.

Move out.

All you men, move on it.

Hannah.

Rabbi, they're going away.

I wish you'd change your mind.
The city isn't secure.

Nonsense, I've already made contact
with the Russians.

Look, Malinovsky has sent
an escort for me.

But the streets aren't safe,
they're still fighting.

Well, I have absolute faith in Vilmos.

Oh, Per, I've left some money
with the minister.

Please see that it's used to buy
food and medicine for the ghetto.

- I am. You can depend on us.
- I always have.

God bless you, Per.

And you.

Well, I'll back in a week, making my
usual impossible demands on you all.

Good luck, Mr. Wallenberg.

Meanwhile, Sonja will
keep you on your toes, huh?

Maybe Mr. Anger is right, sir.

Maybe you should wait.

Our new friends
don't look threatening.

Good morning, comrades.

Sonja.

- It's going well, huh?
- Yes.

I'm only sorry I, uh...
I didn't teach Josef to smile.

- Ready, comrades.
- Goodbye.

- Thank you, bye-bye.
- Bye.

Come on, let's get our people out!
Bring the bar.

Take that.

Move that one. Stand back.

Come out!

What's the matter,
you wanna stay in here?

Come on, you're free!

Is it possible, Vilmos,
that we did make a difference, huh?

Mr. Wallenberg.

Mr. Wallenberg.

Captain.

I'm the second secretary
of the Swedish Legation.

I have an appointment
with Marshal Malinovsky at Debrecen.

Raoul.

What? What are they doing?

My name is Wallenberg,
here are my credentials.

The driver to the truck,
you are going with me.

I am in direct contact
with your commander.

Come, I have my own orders.
Please come.

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

Do you realize
I have diplomatic immunity?

I demand an explanation.

Go!

Dear beloved Raoul,

after many years of despair
and infinite sorrow,

we have never given up hope
of seeing you again.

Despite the fact
that all our efforts to contact you

have been unsuccessful.

From other prisoners
who have returned

and who have shared cells
with you,

we have learned
about your life in prison.

However, nothing sustains us more

than your thought
that it is given to few men

to lead a life such as yours.

There is a room waiting for you
when you return.

On January 17th, 1945,
Raoul Wallenberg vanished.

After repeated requests
for information as to his fate,

all of which were rebuffed,

the Soviet Union announced
that he had died in July, 1947.

No evidence was produced
to support their claims.

And over the years,
reports about him persist

from those who claimed to have spent
time with him in Soviet captivity.

I, Per Anger, was Raoul's colleague
for seven months in Budapest.

I believe to this day,
he still may be alive.