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1942, THE NETHERLANDS DURING GERMAN OCCUPATION.

DUTCH JEWS ARE NO LONGER ALLOWED TO WALK IN PARKS

OR GO TO RESTAURANTS OR STATE SCHOOLS.

DEPRIVED OF THEIR FREEDOM AND SEGREGATED, MOST ACCEPT THEIR FATE

IN THE HOPE THAT THE HUMILIATION IS THE WORST THAT WILL HAPPEN.

TazeIaar, I want it started up by Monday, before noon.

Maintenance can be carried out on C13.

Den Daas.

That transfer has been sorted out. - Thank you.

Don't forget the doctor's note. - OK.

Have a nice day.

Mr Suskind?

The director wouId Iike to see you.

Can't it wait tiII Monday?

Daddy! Daddy!

Whose birthday is it? - Mine.

You Iook so pretty.

OK kids, coats on. PauI, Saar, Anne, Lou.

You're a bit Iate.

She is your daughter, you know.

Who needs the toiIet?

Hurry up. - Yeah.

I might as weII have stayed in Germany. - Yes, but you're in Amsterdam now.

But for how Iong and where's it aII Ieading?

To the theatre. And you're driving the kids there, now.

Without a car?

Yeah...

Then we'II waIk.

I Ieave that stinking country because of that bastard

and he foIIows me! The son of a bitch.

To pinch your job, how mean!

WaIter, if that's the worst thing that happens...

Is everyone here? Come on, sweetheart.

JEWS ONLY

Come on, kids.

Have you got it with you? - Yes, back to the Dark Ages.

The Suskind famiIy.

Seven peopIe.

Do you want one, Saartje? PauI.

VreugdenhiI, Christiaan? - Yes.

Are you in the show too? - I'm the pianist.

Jewish? - No.

Come with me. - What's going on? I'm not Jewish.

Officer, you can't treat Arians Iike that.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for the revue. Let him pIay the piano.

What business is it of yours?

As a German, I'm aIways proud of Germans in uniform, Iike you.

AIways correct.

Papers, pIease.

Here you are.

Mr Suskind? - Yes.

Wait here.

Mister...

A nice piece of rough.

If you want to seII it, my boss wiII know what to do with it.

You stiII have a job?

You didn't get fired? - I got Iucky.

You don't have to go to Germany? - I can stay in Amsterdam.

I've got a Sperre. Don't ask me why.

It's not from the Krauts. - No, the Jewish CounciI.

Get your white rag, sorted. - Can you get one just Iike that?

WeII, not just Iike that...

You probabIy have to work for them. - What are you worrying about?

If you can earn a Iiving, here in Amsterdam

and ride your bike here and breathe the air here, in Amsterdam...

You can wipe your arse with that rag for aII I care.

At Ieast I don't have to go to KrautIand.

Simon, come on.

What are you doing here, where do you Iive?

What are you sitting there for?

Come here, you're driving me crazy. - There was a stone in my shoe.

Watch out, a cop!

Papers, pIease. - I Iive here.

Roos! Roos, come here!

Go away, Roos. - Shut up!

Go away, you stinking Jew!

Daddy!

Some day the war wiII end.

And then she wiII go to schooI, and she wiII Iive

and she wiII get married.

And we wiII be a grandpa and grandma.

You'II make a great grandpa.

Hanna, wiII you promise me something?

WiII you stay with me aIways?

Whatever happens?

JEWISH COUNCIL

Excuse me, excuse me.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

Good morning.

You're aIready here, Mr PoIak. It may take a whiIe, but foIIow me.

Thank you.

To be honest, I don't see myseIf in some German factory.

You'II be exempted, sureIy. - As Iong as you're indispensabIe here.

You, me... Now, where was I?

Ah, Dr Tugendhaft and his famiIy, they can be removed.

Doctors reaIIy are indispensabIe.

We're Iucky the gentIemen are aIIowed to choose who has to be deported.

Not the Germans? - No.

They just say how many. We're free to choose who.

Imagine getting a summons to report.

You couId not report in. - Then they'II come and get you.

Miss EIzas, am I mistaken or is that someone new?

That's Mr PoIak from the Expo. He is here for the Iists.

Ah, the Iists!

Guess how many we've managed to remove from the Iist.

Bram, perhaps Mr PoIak doesn't Iike riddIes?

1 4,000, aII of them a Sperre. Who wouId have thought?

Did you expect that, Mr PoIak? Be honest.

No. Ten, maybe. TweIve, at the most.

This morning, we had coffee with the SS.

ExceIIent coffee, I must say.

SuddenIy, that Mr Aus der Funten asks... - Hauptsturmfuhrer Aus der Funten.

He asks how many peopIe the CounciI needs

to get everyone on the train within a year.

That's what he says. I say twenty thousand.

Once a businessman aIways a businessman. You ask for 20, you get 1 4.

Like rats, Mr Asscher. We're waIking into the trap Iike rats.

Mr Kisch, this reaIIy is the onIy way.

A sIippery sIope. Do we want to become the Nazis' sIaves?

Is that our mission? - Adapting.

We've survived for 2,000 years by adapting.

This couId, God forbid, be the Iast time.

PIease sit down, Mr Kisch. - Sit down?

Is your name on there, Mr PoIak?

Suskind is my name, WaIter Suskind.

SIuzker.

And you wouId Iike to be removed? I understand.

But I'm afraid I can't heIp you. Sorry.

Listen, you shouId know I have considerabIe work experience.

A ship with 1 ,000 passengers has sprung a Ieak

and there is onIy room for 50 in the Iifeboat.

What about the other 950?

They're just aIIowed to perish?

I worked at Krupp. And since '38 at Hoogovens.

You'II see, I'II be indispensabIe here within a week.

As a pianist?

I can tap dance too. I'm a company manager, a good one.

DUTCH THEATRE

157,694 cards.

The German way. DoubIe-entry bookkeeping.

There's a card for every name on the Iist.

Watertight.

FeIix.

FeIix HaIverstad. After the war he'II be an artist again.

They wait here for transportation to Westerbork camp.

Can't they go straight there? - 1 40,000 peopIe on a train in one go?

You send them twice a week,

400 or 500 peopIe at a time.

Here is the toiIet.

One toiIet? Do you know how much waste matter a famiIy produces in a day?

Times 400 or 500 famiIies... - No famiIies or chiIdren here.

The Germans don't Iike whining.

Where do you keep them then? - There.

In the synagogue? - That's where the chiIdren are housed.

Get rid of the Torah and you've got a creche.

The SS are certainIy resourcefuI.

So the chiIdren are separated from the parents upon arrivaI?

And brought here, yes. - The sIippery sIope.

You can stiII refuse the position and return the armband.

We'II see you here anyway. Your chiId here.

You across the street with your wife in the front row staIIs. Let me know.

What do you want with that?

To escape. Hide.

Have you gone mad? If they catch us, they'II send us to Mauthausen.

Is that what you want? Your daughter in a prison camp? Hiding is forbidden!

WaIter, I'm so proud of you. We've got a Sperre.

Yes, if I take that job as the Nazi's stooge.

If you don't, there'II be ten others who wiII. Twenty, a hundred.

Someone has to do it. - Why?

Why must we Ieave? We're ordinary Dutch citizens.

Maybe you can petition the Queen. - As if she cares about a few Jews.

Do you know what wiII happen if you don't take that job?

PoIice! - Get Iost!

Out the back!

Come on, run!

Up there!

Roos. - Simon, grab my hand.

Look at me. Let go. - Come on.

Stay where you are! - Simon, go on. Roos, stay with him.

Mummy! - Mummy!

Run! Run!

Good morning. WiII you be eating at home this evening?

No. Thank you.

HaIf-bIind. Lower jaw gone.

Are you stiII a human being then? - What are you taIking about?

HeImut. My brother.

The Eastern Front? - Yes.

He was awarded the Iron Cross First CIass.

A hero. - Yes.

Quite different from those here who are dragging our honour through the mud.

To the CentraI Bureau?

And then on to the theatre. - Yes, sir!

What were our orders? How were we going to take care of this task?

Do you remember?

WeII?

QuickIy, orderIy, thoroughIy.

How? Rottenfuhrer?

TeutonicaIIy, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.

It may not have dawned on you yet but we're not the SaIvation Army.

Beating peopIe up in the street, is that Teutonic?

An officer shouIdn't berate his men.

Even when they're beating heIpIess peopIe to death?

PeopIe? Symptoms of decay.

I'm warning you, once more

and you'II be going where your brother went.

Together we face the task of making things run smoothIy here.

And prevent worse happening.

We aII know who and what we have to be on the aIert for.

ToIerate them Iike you wouId a storm. You can't do much about that either.

Achtung!

With discipIine and hard work, we can fuIfiI our honourabIe task.

Hauptsturmfuhrer, may I introduce you to Mr WaIter Suskind?

He has been appointed by the CounciI to take charge here.

Ladies and gentIemen.

You must execute your tasks here with efficiency and dedication.

There are certain ruIes to be adhered to. RuIe number one: Teutonic regime.

Disorder wiII be severeIy punished.

RuIe number two: Tears or other dispIays of emotion wiII not be toIerated.

RuIe number three: Tough action wiII be taken against aII attempts

to frauduIentIy obtain priviIeges for famiIy or friends.

It is in everyone's interest that this operation

proceeds fIawIessIy and is concIuded within ten months.

HeiI HitIer!

WouId you come and report Iike that?

So meekIy and obedientIy?

That's easy for you to say, peopIe are scared.

They shouId have burned the registers.

Instead they just hand them to the Krauts. ''Here, 150,000 Jews.''

Working in Germany...

I'm a godforsaken PoIIsh pagan,

Worth Iess than nothIng, the MuseImann...

They kIck me here, they kIck me there.

Schoontje ScheIvis? What a IoveIy name!

And what's his name? - Bram.

To a Iabour camp?

He can't even waIk yet!

A cIean nappy first, and then a sIeep?

Sir. That's enough now, stop.

Have you registered yet? Can I see your summons?

Sir, pIease stop.

Listen, that's enough.

Sir?

I want you to stop. No, no.

Do you have to?

Let me go, you bastard! - May I have your keys?

CaIm down, caIm down. - What?

What happened? - Mrs Waterman, may I have your keys?

Your keys.

That's it. Are you aIone?

Madam, are you aIone? Husband? ChiIdren?

DiscipIinary case.

Don't you speak Dutch? - Better than you, you fiIthy Kraut!

ProbabIy went into hiding.

Rations haIved and immediate deportation.

I have to get out of here. Listen, my chiIdren...

My chiIdren!

We're getting quite Teutonic aIready. - Yes.

What does that reaIIy mean? - Something very German.

Yes, war.

With peopIe Iike you, you don't even have to be anti-Semitic.

ShaII I pray with you? - Get Iost. I don't pray, ever.

So you're not Jewish? - Oh, so why am I here then?

No-one knows.

Can I ask you something? What's there to sing about?

Have you got a better idea?

Nice catch.

Did he eat weII? - Yes.

Time to have a sIeep.

Bye, Mummy.

He's mine. - Of course he is.

You can come and feed him twice a day, but now you have to go.

No! I want to keep him with me.

Stop her. Stop her.

Schoontje, Iisten.

No, they're taking my chiId away!

CaIm down. Soon you'II be on the train with Bram in your arms. I promise.

OK? I promise.

I promise. - Come on.

Mr Suskind? - What?

Do you know where they're going?

Westerbork. - Yes, but after that?

To work in Germany.

What? What eIse?

No idea. But it stinks.

You have to Iet me go. - Madam.

My chiIdren are wandering the streets. - PIease, Ieave.

Stop it.

Stop it, stop it!

And just Ieave them? - They shouId be in the creche.

Creche, my arse! Are you sending your kids to Germany to work?

Do you have any idea how oId they are?

Mum?

Mummy?

Why isn't she here?

PIease knock in future.

What are you doing?

Are you going to grass on me?

Idiot.

DoubIe-entry bookkeeping.

The discipIinary cases are marked on the cards too.

I know. This is onIy haIf of the work.

Oh, you want me to pIay the hero too?

You've got the key. To the fiIe room.

FeIix...

Why did you take this Iousy job?

Like you... to save my skin.

Yes. And that's aII you can save.

WaIter.

Do you think I'm not afraid?

You shouIdn't have become a Jew then.

What are you doing? She's on the roof! - Who?

I want him back!

I want my chiId back now!

Bram!

Get her down off the roof. QuickIy.

MuIIer! Get her down from there, using any means.

Bram! Bram!

You don't seem to have understood me. RuIe one?

I tried... - RuIe one?

Teutonic regime, Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer.

Under no circumstances wiII I toIerate chaos.

It was an accident. How couId I stop it?

Your theatre, your responsibiIity.

Why?

What have they done wrong?

They exist.

I'm scared.

That's exactIy what they want.

Where did such hatred come from?

Because of what we are? - No.

Because of what they think we are.

Because of what we teach them.

About the pure and impure.

That there is a dividing Iine

between what is acceptabIe

and what is unacceptabIe.

My bed!

Who are you? - That's my bed!

Is that your bed?

You know what? Come and get it, come on.

Don't. - Come on.

Simon!

Come here, you. - Let me go!

Let him go!

No, don't! - Bastard!

What are you doing, you IittIe Jewish bitch?

This is the deportation materiaI for tonight?

412 peopIe. - We'II have to increase that.

DoubIe it, muItipIy it by ten! Do you have enough workers?

AbsoIuteIy, I have a fine team.

Thank you.

Hauptsturmfuhrer, may I ask you something?

Go ahead.

Where do they go?

I mean, after Westerbork?

My responsibiIity ends when the train Ieaves. That's aII I can teII you.

The Jews owe us their Iabour, whiIe our own men are fighting the war.

So Germany wiII have the Jews to thank for its eventuaI victory?

Hauptsturmfuhrer, I have found a discrepancy, a 'D'.

A discipIinary case, which is on the card but not on the Iist.

Arrest them. AII of them!

Yes, sir!

Death to Jews! Death to Jews!

Off to Mauthausen with the Iot of you.

UnIess you suddenIy remember the name.

Who messed with the Iist?

Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer, I assure you I do not toIerate sabotage or faIsification.

But it might be a mistake, we're onIy human.

That's buIIshit.

Give me one good reason why I shouIdn't punish your 'mistake'.

Mr Suskind...

What wouId I achieve?

Order.

Without me, you choose chaos.

Because I remove one smaII cog from the machine?

Your machine wiII go on working. I'm easy to repIace.

But there is one difference.

You can trust me. I'm German.

Meaning? - I'm a businessman.

A reaIist.

So I take a reaIistic approach.

I've had a German upbringing, went to a German schooI.

I acknowIedge you as my superior.

Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer, Iet me do my job.

Mr Suskind? Just so we're cIear.

One more 'mistake' and you'II be on the train.

With your famiIy.

My God, I thought I was going to die.

I was treated correctIy.

He probabIy Iikes me. - An SS man?

Maybe he's faIIen for me.

But what happened? - Oh, nothing. That arrogant idiot!

Mr HaIverstad. The dimwit. The big hero with his ink against a gang of crooks.

CaIm down. It aII ended weII. - Yeah.

There's someone iII back there, over on the side. Go and see.

392, 393, 394,

395, 396, 397.

Keep your hands off me.

Come with us! - Scumbag!

Look!

Mummy! Mummy!

Roos! Simon!

I said be quiet.

Simon! Let me go!

Are you deaf? Be quiet! - Let go of me. Simon!

That smeIIs good.

I'm UncIe WaIter.

And you?

I'm Roos and that's Simon. - Hi Simon.

No papers, nothing. Is it aIright if they stay here?

What happened? - It was that buIIy from PuIs.

The key man. - You'II just have to sIeep here.

Key men aren't aIIowed in here.

Goodnight.

UncIe WaIter?

Where are they taking Mummy?

I wanted to thank you.

What for?

For not grassing on me.

And I want to apoIogise.

I'm an idiot. - Yes.

Just do your job.

Yes, sir! - Other hand.

Let them perish.

We're safe in the Iifeboat. - DarIing.

If I couId just have saved one of them.

Are we going into hiding then? UntiI it's aII over.

And there's no-one Ieft. I can hear God berating me.

What do you mean? - That it's unacceptabIe

that a distinction is made between pure and impure.

Don't try to be a hero, WaIter.

How am I going to expIain to her Iater that I got rid of 100,000 peopIe?

And God knows where they end up.

What about us?

Is there nobody who can heIp us?

God?

We'II have to manage on our own. - Without God.

But I've got you.

Haven't I?

Do what you have to do.

Piet. - WaIter.

GIad you came. - Right.

Cor, I'II have another one.

I'm Iistening.

No heroics, no vioIence, no weapons. Never. Not with those kids.

The probIem of those index cards remains.

Yes, we know aII about that.

But a chain is onIy as strong as its weakest Iink.

Aus der Funten. UnscrupuIous, a Iout.

A bastard maybe. But as IoneIy as heII.

Why do you think he drinks?

They're aII IoneIy?

Why do you think I'm stiII here?

I taIk to him as one Kraut to another.

He gives me every opportunity

to convince him he's an arsehoIe if he doesn't Iet me stay.

Listen...

Can I exchange this for brandy and cigars?

Good stuff, not that rotgut.

Ask OId Cor.

The sergeant is a good cop. They do exist.

What'II you do with the brandy? - Soothe, conciIiate, pIacate, win over.

Aus der Funten. - And where does that get us?

It diverts his attention. If he thinks I'm his friend...

A bastard Iike that? No chance.

Do we want to get those kids out of there or not?

It'II be fine.

One, two, three, four.

Don't!

What do you think you're doing? Waking IittIe kids up!

380, 381 , 382, 384.

385, 386, 387, 389.

My compIiments, Suskind. WeII done. - Thank you.

With a kiss from David.

I'd rather keep him with me. It's nearIy his birthday.

He'II be in good hands, I promise you.

You obviousIy don't have chiIdren.

Mrs Groenteman...

You'II be reunited after the war. He can stay with farmers in FriesIand.

It's about your son. - We're young and strong.

And quite capabIe of Iooking after our own chiId.

Even in a Iabour camp? - No is no.

Just get on with your work, miss.

Just get on with your work...

You did your best.

But what about that chiId?

ConciIiate. - ConciIiate?

Aus der Funten, he's across the street.

At the creche? - Yes.

He brought a baby.

I'm teIIing you, this pIace is onIy for Jewish chiIdren.

From now on every abandoned chiId is considered Jewish.

I'm wiIIing to bet you she is Jewish.

Mr Suskind.

That went weII yesterday. My compIiments.

IncredibIe. What an unnaturaI mother!

Abandoning such a beautifuI baby.

TypicaI Jewish behaviour.

She doesn't Iook Jewish at aII. - What is Jewish?

Bauer.

It's aII in here. ScientificaIIy.

Does anyone have a tape measure?

You forgot her nose.

One hundred percent. I knew it.

She can stay.

Perhaps a IittIe toast to a happy ending?

Why are you Iooking at me Iike that?

It's been a Iong time since I had a drink with a feIIow countryman.

So, what's a German doing in Amsterdam?

My grandparents were from HoIIand. - I see.

Aren't you homesick?

Thank you.

BeIieve it or not, but untiI I was 23 I never smoked, never drank. Not a drop!

We were aII for nature, for purity.

SIeeping under the stars on a bed of pine needIes.

Dreaming and phiIosophising.

We wanted to change the worId.

And we have done too.

I once had a comrade

You'd never fInd a better one

The drum beat for battIe

He marched by my sIde

We kept In step

We kept In step

A buIIet fIew towards us

Is It for me or for hIm?

It took away hIs IIfe

Now he's IyIng at my feet

As If he's part of me

As If he's part of me

Those Russians are tigers. The Krauts don't stand a chance.

I want to go to Sienna. WaIter?

And to FIorence, the Ponte Vecchio!

The war's not over yet.

It nearIy is. Not Iong now.

I know this reaIIy sweet hoteI in Sienna, II Fiore di Dante.

They have homemade fig jam.

DeIicious. But darIing...

I can't Ieave.

Not yet.

Yes, they're for you. HoId on. Like this.

Here you go.

PASS

Thirteen stamps. We did it! We did it!

You have to stay here, but won't be deported.

Thank you. - I'II teII the Haupsturmfuhrer.

That is unacceptabIe. Do something about it.

Roos and Simon Waterman, thank God.

Where wiII they go? - HindeIoopen.

HeIIo. - One, two, three, four, five.

Coats.

Hurry up!

Are we staying here?

No, you'II take the train Iater. - With that cop?

Wait a minute.

Is there a probIem?

That IittIe boy can't come. I'm sorry. - Why? He can't go back.

He'II have to. - But his card's been destroyed.

Nobody wiII dare take him. Look at his face.

His face?

What's wrong with it? - These peopIe are risking their Iives.

I'm not Ieaving him on his own!

These are dark days, young Iady.

Too Jewish? Meshuga!

That may be so, but if they do a check we're aII in big troubIe.

You want him to sit in there aII day?

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Up here is perfect. - That's the first pIace they'II Iook.

It's absurd. - But it's true. And there wiII be more.

That's just crazy! RidicuIous!

Watch your fingers!

No, WaIter.

But where shaII we put them? There's nowhere they can go, dammit.

What's over there?

A coIIege.

Mr Van HuIst?

Miss PimenteI.

You're from the theatre, aren't you? Mr Suskind?

Yes. I wanted to ask you something.

I knew you'd come and see me one day. And not via the front door.

Your shed.

CouId we use it?

It's an emergency, I take it?

A haIf-empty train.

Do you know how much that costs?

It is beyond my controI.

How many peopIe have you got here? - AImost 400.

AImost 400?

'I am sorry, mein Fuhrer, but the war wiII have to wait a whiIe.

My esteemed coIIeague made a mistake.'

I can't do magic. - You can't count either.

400 Jews are 400 Jews

and not aImost 400.

How many orphans do you have right now? Without parents across the street.

HardIy any. - How many?

With her, thirteen. - That wiII just be enough.

PIease, they're just chiIdren.

Jewish chiIdren. Tomorrow's enemy. Wrap them up warm.

AII thirteen?

And get a move on.

It's beyond my controI. BeIieve me, I don't want this either.

Then don't do it if you don't want to.

I have to, it's an order. - Do what you can.

If BerIin orders 400 and I onIy send 387

what do you think wiII happen?

To me? To the CentraI Bureau?

And to her?

What does the German war industry want?

A civiIised country doesn't make chiIdren work in factories.

FamiIies have to stay together.

And the numbers have to add up. - ExactIy.

Vigeveno, Lea.

Vigeveno, Isaac. - That's me.

De Vries, SaIomon. - Yes, sir.

FIessedrager, Zwaantje.

I have a proposition, Mr Suskind.

Your choice. It's up to you.

Either the chiIdren...

or...

My mother worked as a cIeaning woman for Mrs Kohn.

Her husband was a, what do you caII it, the singer in the synagogue?

Hazzan. - Hazzan.

I must have been seven, eight years oId when I heard the Jew Kohn sing.

WonderfuI!

I wanted to sing Iike that too.

Do you feeI that too sometimes...

a sadness that makes you happy?

Do you know that feeIing?

Yes.

How is he today?

Who? - Mr Kohn?

We're not barbarians.

Such a beautifuI orchestra.

Maybe we shouId send the chiIdren after aII?

I'm having a IittIe ceIebration on Friday.

I wouId vaIue your presence.

Me?

It's very informaI. Just me and a few friends.

Thank you.

For inviting me.

But, you see...

My wife is a IittIe anxious.

What can happen?

I personaIIy guarantee your safety, and your famiIy's too,

you can have that in bIack and white.

WeII, see you this Friday then.

OId Cor sends his regards. For your friend.

He makes me sick. - Bastard.

But our bastard.

Ours? Who's going to his birthday party?

You're a hero. - I don't want a hero, but a husband.

How many have we managed to get away? 50, 80 chiIdren?

338. 338 human Iives.

And how many have I put on the trucks? 40,000 or 50,000?

You can't think Iike that.

I see aII those scared faces in the dark.

OK, fine.

So stop. But then no more chiIdren wiII get away.

It's up to you.

I'd Iike you to Ieave now. - Hanna.

Or I'II go.

Where to?

Just bugger off!

There's an art to exaggerating. - Why wouId they?

''The forced Iabour of the Jews turns out to be systematic extermination.''

EngIish propaganda. - I hope you're right.

Five stars. Thank you.

Many thanks, dear... WaIter.

May I caII you WaIter? - Of course.

You and I are in the same boat. You didn't know that, did you?

When this is over, when the pIace is cIeansed of Jews, we can both go east.

You to work in PoIand, me to the Front in Russia.

May I ask you something about that? - Do you know what that means?

The Eastern Front? - No.

You're nothing but cannon fodder.

UntiI you're bIown to pieces.

Sorry, WaIter.

It's aII a bit much at the moment.

And on my birthday, of aII days...

I got a Ietter from my sister.

Do you have any brothers? - Yes.

I don't any more.

Sunday...

HeImut hanged himseIf.

God!

Here. - No. Thank you. I'm aIright.

This damned war!

If it weren't for the war, we might very weII be friends.

Yes. - ReaIIy good friends.

WeIcome.

Good evening, Mrs HirschfeId.

Fancy coming pheasant hunting? They're everywhere.

AIbert! - Ferdi. Happy birthday.

Thanks.

I heard about your brother. Your sister must be very upset.

Yes.

War is war. - And a drink is a drink.

Don't worry. They won't be sending you to the VoIga!

Cheers. - Cheers.

If onIy it was going as smoothIy aII over Europe as here.

It's a pIeasure to watch. - Thanks to our theatre manager.

Mr Suskind, Obersturmfuhrer Gemmeker.

Commandant of Westerbork Transition Camp.

PIeased to meet you. - PIeased to meet you. Excuse me.

For your wife.

Thank you. - SyIvie?

And this is for you!

Have fun, WaIter.

I...

SyIvie, you shouId know... - You are shy, aren't you?

A high-up...

but not SS, right?

Not reaIIy.

But you are German.

A sweet, shy Kraut.

A horny Kraut?

PIease, don't do that.

Yes, very high up!

I'm married, SyIvie.

Are you? So am I. I won't wear you out, you know.

You have guts. I've seen some meshuga things in my time...

That's why I'm not with the SS.

Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not going to grass on you.

AII the girIs here are.

And Mrs HirschfeId. Madame.

In exchange for a Sperre. Seems to make the Krauts extra horny.

Now, are we going to do anything or not?

Don't then.

So why did you come here?

From our civiIised gentIeman?

Hung Iike a mouse.

'To whom it may concern.

WaIter Suskind has aIways been a IoyaI servant of the Third Reich.'

WeII, weII.

'Who has supported the SS above and beyond the caII of duty.'

Period.

'Neither he nor his famiIy shouId be impeded in any way.'

Period.

'Signed Ferdinand Aus der Funten, Commander of the SiPo and the SD.'

BIoody heII! Are you his bumboy? - His what?

Traitor! Get the heII away from me!

Licking that scum's arse for a Sperre.

And you then? Nazi whore. - Yeah, right.

Otherwise I'd be sitting on a cIoud now.

Just Iike my grandma, parents, sister, nieces...

The whoIe street, taken away.

They'II come home after the war. - You think?

You shouId hear your Kraut friends when they're pissed.

What are you on about? - They're never coming back.

They onIy have to work. - Oh yeah? CompIeteIy naked?

Men and women, mothers with their chiIdren?

They make you take your cIothes off. And then...

Then what?

In the shower. They say.

Except no water comes out.

What then?

What comes out?

What comes out then?

Gas.

You too.

You, just as easiIy. Yes.

You don't beIieve me, do you? - What shouId I beIieve?

The Iifeboat doesn't exist. Hanna, you're going to die.

Stop it! What's the matter with you?

I disposed of them. Sent them to their death. We're just a big heap of offaI.

You, me and Yvonne. - No!

You don't beIieve me, do you?

Look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me. What do you see?

What do you see?

A Kraut.

You're a fucking Kraut.

I won't bIoody do it.

Sending peopIe away is one thing.

But an accessory to murder? You forgot that bit.

Mr Suskind. What do you mean?

HitIer is doing what he promised! - PoIand is tough, yes.

There's hunger, peopIe have to work very hard, there are diseases.

Don't buIIshit me! They're being murdered.

AnnihiIated, exterminated Iike... vermin.

WiII you stop, pIease?

That horror story about gas trucks again?

Where did you get that from?

From someone who works for the SS. A Jewess.

Who works for the SS? - A tart! HorizontaI coIIaboration.

BuIIshit!

I've heard of it. By the park. The brotheI run by UIIa HirschfeId.

Even if what she says is true, what wouId you have us do?

What can we do? - Stop, just stop!

Leave the theatre to the Nazis?

Do something. Let peopIe know!

I wouIdn't want panic to break out in the theatre.

How many are Ieft in HoIIand? - 40 or 50,000?

They're aII going to be gassed. - What do you want them to do?

How do I know? Go into hiding! Do something.

That's forbidden.

Forbidden? Goddammit! They're wiping us out!

PeopIe in hiding are a danger to our community.

It inevitabIy Ieads to reprisaIs.

It is our duty to take care of our peopIe.

Feed them, give them medicaI assistance, aIIeviate the pain.

We cannot, may not, do more.

Not I, not you.

A true Humanist.

Wasn't Mr Cohen a professor before the war?

Of CIassics. - I stiII am, actuaIIy.

You're an undertaker for the Nazi's. That's what you are. I quit.

Can I give you a word of advice? - Just carry on?

Yes. - Do it yourseIf.

You've got the contacts.

Why did you think I gave you the job?

Because of your virtuoso piano pIaying?

So you...

How couId you know that I'd... - That you were so brave? I didn't.

But you have to carry on.

We're doomed anyway. AII of us.

Just bomb the shit out of it aII.

The theatre, the raiIway.

Westerbork, Auschwitz.

A few bombs and it's done with. - Why wouId they?

Damn EngIish.

It's aII about winning the war.

Why shouId I care who wins the war if I won't be there to see it?

I can't stand the sight of them, I can't bear the Ianguage.

Damn Krauts.

ShaII we get him?

How did they get here?

Mummy wouIdn't Iet me go with her. Maupie neither.

Where am I going to put you, chiId?

Come on.

No probIem. Everybody wants babies. - Maupie.

Cute. But pIease Ieave the deIiveries to the girIs.

A man with a baby is suspicious. - But we meet in a bar.

Here? They're Communists, every one of them.

Maupie's got a sister too. Nine years oId, Mirjam.

Fine, but nothing too Jewish. No-one wants them.

Where do I put the girI then? The shed is fuII.

Isn't there one with bIue eyes?

Just Iess obviousIy Jewish. Then she can come with me.

Less Jewish?

Come on, IittIe girI, sit here.

Hurry up.

HoId on tight. Here we go.

Roos!

Roos! Roos!

Henneicke CoIumn.

Henneicke CoIumn?

Never heard of it. You wanted to speak to me?

No. Just need you to sign for deIivery.

Of what? - She was in hiding. In Lunteren.

And what if I don't sign?

Then I don't get my money, you sod. That's worth seven-fifty!

A reward? Sorry, no chance.

Then I'II take her to the SD. - Out of the question. She beIongs here.

Now Iisten to me very carefuIIy, my friend.

I Iet you do your bIoody work, so Iet me do mine.

You caII this work? - No.

My passion. My work is emptying houses. Sending stuff to BerIin for auction.

Jews' stuff.

And the money from the 'Jews' stuff'?

Stop whining. It's used to pay for the trains, of course.

They pay for their own transport.

Stay here! Let go of me!

Shoot then! Shoot!

What are you waiting for? Need me to show you how?

Let go of my gun!

Out the way.

Where wiII they hide next?

Does it hurt? - OnIy when I Iaugh.

What wiII happen to Fanny?

What if she taIks?

Say something, WaIter. What if they come here?

Won't happen. You don't know her. - And you don't know the Gestapo.

Don't be so stupid! You're a traitor, think about it.

You've taken Aus der Funten for a ride.

TerribIe, isn't it?

You've done enough, you're not God! WaIter the Messiah.

We'II go on hoIiday. - We're going into hiding. Now!

They'II arrest everyone. Piet, FeIix...

There, WaIter the Messiah again! We have to Ieave.

We've got those stones.

Any news of Fanny?

She's on the haIf-four train tomorrow. - Dammit!

Did she teII them anything? - Then they'd aIready be here.

How can we get her off there?

Pinched from the CentraI Bureau.

An arrest warrant.

And who wiII arrest who? - You, Fanny.

And they'II faII for that? - A bit of bIuffing, pIay-acting.

You are a theatre manager, aren't you?

See you tomorrow.

What are you doing?

I'm Ieaving. With Yvonne!

We can stiII get away.

HeIp me then!

Before you know it, the Tommies and the Reds wiII be here and you...

wiII stiII be smoking cigars with that cIown.

He is indispensabIe.

For the saboteurs, yes.

She was acting aIone. She said she was trying to get her nephew away.

She's on tomorrow's train. - As wiII you be.

A one-way ticket to the Caucasus.

I wouIdn't do that. Our work here'II be finished in a month. CIeansed of Jews.

Thanks to me and to this cIown.

He's got you wrapped round his finger. - I'II give him a good griIIing.

ReaIIy? Don't forget to wear your veIvet gIoves.

Suskind wouIdn't betray me.

GESTAPO PROTECTIVE CUSTODY ORDER

BriIIiant. That shouId do it.

Let's hope so.

PhiIips...

PhiIips, Fanny. Leave her on there.

This is from the CentraI Bureau. - On the Iist is on the Iist.

An order's an order. - Westerbork.

No, not Westerbork. Mauthausen, right away.

The traitor. She's a criminaI.

As are you! Get on the train. Or do you need heIp?

Zimmermann... - Am I on that Iist?

I don't care. You can go too. - D'you know who draws the Iists up? Me!

I do! - Then I wiII personaIIy add your name.

What is it? - Suskind.

And yours, Herr Rottenfuhrer?

Scharfuhrer SchonfeId.

Now get on the train. - Scharfuhrer SchonfeId.

Put me on the train if you must.

But I can assure you that you wiII be on the next one.

And it won't stop at Westerbork.

Stop the train!

Thank you.

My compIiments. WeII done. Very weII done.

What was so urgent?

Your friend.

In two days' time he wants haIf of aII the white armbands,

7,000 peopIe, to be deported.

They're in a hurry. - Amsterdam has been cIeansed of Jews.

Why have a Jewish CounciI if there are no Jews Ieft?

Cohen protested fierceIy, of course? - Cohen spent the morning with them

and managed to get thirty names scrapped from the Iist.

Those thirty wiII get an exemption Ietter tomorrow

teIIing them they don't have to report.

Signed by Asscher and Cohen.

You mean can I make 7,000 more Ietters? Why? What good wiII that do them?

It'd give them a IittIe extra time. A gIimpse of freedom.

The iIIusion of a choice.

How many have we got now? - Over 6,000.

This trick couId cost him his head. - Who?

Our Hauptsturmfuhrer.

Revenge is sweet.

I don't reaIIy want revenge. - But he might.

Achtung!

Suskind? Suskind? Where are my Jews?

You, get up!

Where is Suskind?

I asked you a question!

Get them out of here. AII of them!

Yes, sir! Get out, everybody out!

Out, I said.

Are you deaf? Out!

That's what I'm saying.

Listen, Mr Cohen. I can assure you, it's a mystery to me too.

Just a moment...

My God.

Take two men and get them aII out of there.

Yes, sir! - You, come with me. You too.

Where's the rest of my 7,000 Jews?

I'm waiting for them.

It's stiII earIy.

On your knees!

Hands behind your back.

Hands behind your head.

What wiII happen if I puII the trigger now?

Then I'II be gone.

I mean, to me.

Do you think I wiII mourn your death?

Yes, I think I wouId miss you.

You don't have to shoot.

No, I know. I have a wiII of my own.

I can choose not to shoot.

Or maybe I'II shoot you anyway.

If you kiII me

do you reaIIy think those 7,000 wiII turn up?

Dammit! They'II have my head for this!

You didn't do anything wrong. It's beyond your controI.

TeII Sturmbannfuhrer Lages that.

Someone deceived us. Betrayed us.

Go on. Move. - Easy, easy.

Faster!

No!

No!

Aaron!

Up there! Stay where you are!

Faster!

SyIvie?

Go on.

Come on. - Where are we going?

QuietIy, eh?

Mind your head. Next one. Come on.

I'II bring some more in the morning.

Go to sIeep.

Goodnight.

That cIown of yours can now stenciI as many Ietters as he Iikes.

Suskind?

It's not true. - You're a haIf-wit, Hauptsturmfuhrer.

A wimp.

HeIIo! Open the door!

Open up.

Open up, poIice.

Come on, Iet's take a Iook upstairs.

They've gone.

They're not here.

That's dangerous. You shouId come inside.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Excuse me.

WaIter. - SyIvie?

They picked them aII up this morning. AII the girIs. Everybody.

Oh no, and the chiIdren?

They're stiII there.

They'II hear us. - I can't open it.

I can't Iet them starve. I have to go back.

Back?

You can't go back.

I have to.

I know someone who can heIp me.

This makes me sick.

What about these girIs?

What wouId you choose: dancing or PoIand?

Our Jewish SS.

Get back.

WeII done. Now you won't be deported. - I said, get back.

Obersturmfuhrer!

The Commandant knows me. - I don't give a shit!

Commandant!

We've met before. Sorry, but it's urgent.

Right.

I'm the theatre manager.

Hauptsturmfuhrer Aus der Funten's birthday?

I don't remember. - In Amsterdam. At Mrs HirschfeId's.

Never heard of it. Take him away.

No.

Come with me.

Stop!

Enough!

You're Suskind, aren't you?

Yes.

There's someone who wants to taIk to you.

By the Iatrines.

OK.

God bIess you.

Don't ask any questions.

My darIing.

I'II never Ieave you.

Sweetheart.

Where's Yvonne?

She's asIeep.

Did he... - Don't ask any questions.

We'II aIways be together.

Forever.

Listen, WaIter.

Tomorrow...

You can go to Amsterdam.

In the morning.

No questions.

He wants Grandma's stones. He'II give you tiII midnight tomorrow.

And you?

I'm staying here.

But you have to go.

Those chiIdren...

My darIing.

Yes.

You wiII be back by midnight. With Grandma's treasure.

If you try to cheat me, they'II be on the very next train.

And if I don't try to cheat you? - Then she is yours once more.

Yours and yours aIone.

Don't worry. She has a Sperre untiI further notice.

Do I have your word?

You have my word.

WaIter.

UncIe WaIter!

I'II be back before dark.

Do you think I can take a bath too?

As Iong as you keep them quiet.

And?

They're safe.

We have to get them out of there. And quick.

PISS OFF!

Is that enough for 1 4 chiIdren?

PIenty. - The rest are for Gemmeker.

What? - Nothing.

We shouId hurry.

You.

The key man!

SaIIie! Where is SaIIie?

SaIIie?

Simon, come on, hurry up!

CIose it! CIose it!

BIoody IittIe Jew! Are you stiII aIive? - Let go of me!

What have we here?

Two, four, six, eight, ten.

That'II bring in a nice amount.

WaIter!

It'II be aIright. Another train Ieaves at quarter past nine.

Everything you need to get away. - Get away?

You have to go underground, WaIter. - And Ieave Hanna behind?

A boat Ieaves tonight. I'II take you to Katwijk.

To Katwijk? I need to go to Westerbork, I gave Gemmeker my word.

And he gave you his? - Yes.

He gets the diamonds, Hanna gets a Sperre untiI further orders.

WeII, it seems the order has been given.

By who?

By who? Why? - I don't know, but they're on the Iist.

Tonight.

There's a deportation at haIf past one.

Bye, kids.

Sweetie.

Bye.

UncIe WaIter?

Hi, IittIe one. My brave boy.

Have a good trip.

Can I come with you? - No.

Where are you going then?

I don't know.

AT THE END IS VICTORY!

Mummy! - Essy, here. Essy!

Mummy!

My case. I'm Iooking for my case. - Your case is staying here.

Excuse me. - Move aIong. Go on.

Where's the Commandant? - Go on. Move aIong!

Hanna?

PIease, I'm iII.

BIoody bastard!

Let go of me!

Son of a bitch, Iearn some discipIine! - He's a human being too!

Mum, where is Mum?

Mr Suskind? FoIIow me.

My wife, where is she?

And my chiId?

Mr Gemmeker, we had a deaI.

We agreed... - I know, Mr Suskind.

It was beyond my controI.

Where is Hanna?

My wife and my chiId...

Hanna!

Hanna!

A person can be mistaken.

I thought we were friends.

Did you...?

Did you have Hanna...? - The game is over.

PIease, Ferdinand.

PIease...

Hanna and Yvonne Suskind.

Carriage number 1 4.

BIoody Kraut!

HANNA AND YVONNE WERE GASSED IN AUSCHWITZ ON 24 OCTOBER 1944.

WALTER PROBABLY DIED FOUR MONTHS LATER

ON ONE OF THE DEATH MARCHES SOMEWHERE IN CENTRAL EUROPE.

DURING THE YEAR HE WAS IN CHARGE OF THE DUTCH THEATRE,

WALTER SUSKIND HELPED SAVE THE LIVES OF OVER A THOUSAND PEOPLE.

Roos!

Simon!

DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE STILL BEING HUMILIATED AND PERSECUTED TODAY.

THE CHILDREN FROM THE THEATRE WERE SAVED AND GREW UP IN FREEDOM.

MILLIONS OF CHILDREN ARE STILL CAUGHT UP IN THE HORRORS OF WAR.

WAR CHILD HELPS THESE CHILDREN. WE SUPPORT THIS CHARITY.

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