Original subtitles

"A drop.

"A drop's form.

"Conformity of drop-forms. "

Tend to my luggage.

Joseph! Joseph!

The luggage!

Hurry up!

Get moving!

And if I required the professors themselves to sing like tenors?

God help them from singing false notes!

False notes are inevitable!

What would they say to that?

The suitcase!

It's important to have good conductors.

No Bruno Walter's, but more Knappertsbusch's.

More Knappertsbusch's.

You slept badly, Lisi.

Stay calm and drink herbal tea at bedtime.

You don't miss anything, my F�hrer.

And you, Kennenberger. You're filling out.

Running and 50 squats a day would do some good.

Yes, my F�hrer.

Maybe even 60.

Oh, we're getting old.

You're no longer a child, neither am I a young man.

No matter, my F�hrer.

The old tree groans...

.. but never breaks. Right?

But we should move aside, make room for the young.

Good morning.

Good morning.

So happy to see you.

And you! You!

I can't find the words.

Such classical beauty!

Perfect and pure beauty, my F�hrer.

Watch your mouth, Martin.

- Are you a specialist of Classical Studies? - No, my F�hrer.

- Of archeology? History? Linguistics? - No, my F�hrer.

No, see? Not an archeologist, nor a historian, nor a linguist.

What have we here?

She had them just before your arrival, my F�hrer.

What have we here?

They're so cute.

Filth!

- Take them away! - As you say!

Hurry! I told you it wasn't the right moment.

What a way to start the day!

- Hello, Eva darling. - Hello, Magda.

The elevator's here!

I brought you some fashion magazines.

The baggage!

Please.

From Berlin and Europe. For you.

- How was your trip? - Not bad. Uneventful.

Except once in a pass,

the F�hrer wanted to explain the traits of mountain goats.

He was unable to make his point,

because just at that moment a tire blew out.

- My best wishes, Miss Eva. - Very happy to see you.

Adi looks tired. Is he OK?

He's like a volcano! Bursting with ideas. All so original, so unique.

I can't understand them.

- Because you're stupid. - I will not argue that.

But I don't see the use of goats on enemy territory.

I'll explain it to you when we're alone.

It looks like Adi's going to collapse from exhaustion. Is he not well?

It's all Martin's fault. He smells odd.

You know how the F�hrer is wary of odors.

He smells like mustard gas.

He's so brash.

He crushed my foot getting closer to the F�hrer.

Look, here.

To smell like mustard gas in the presence of the F�hrer?

I can't believe someone as cautious as Martin could do such a thing.

Then smell him yourself.

Sneak up behind him and smell.

Picker's things in room 12, Goebbels' in 31.

I'm on the third floor.

What's going on?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Why?

Why are you all snooping around me?

And I don't want to hear a word about politics at the table.

No Eastern front, my dear Joseph.

Today we are going to relax.

Mountain goat.

Pardon me?

Dr. Goebbels's luggage to his room.

Come, Joseph.

Hang up. Hang up!

Yes? Hello.

Adi.

Our textile industry is horrible. Your uniform is so faded!

Your laundry is wet.

Can't we buy English fabric? Or at least Italian?

How will this wash out?

It's not the uniform.

It's because water escapes from the body.

You look like your mother.

Don't touch me. I'm dying.

No. You won't die. I won't let you.

You're young. You don't know what illness is.

The body doesn't work and something's stuck inside.

You want to move your hand, but you can't. The legs don't want to run.

The life leaks out of the body with the water.

The trip wore you out. You need to eat and get some rest.

I've got cancer!

- Stop! It hurts! - You don't have cancer!

You're pretending! Quit your moaning!

Moaning? Me?

Yes, you moan! You're as soft as cotton!

It's hysteria, hypochondria! That's all!

Well, well.

- Maybe I also have intestinal problems? - No, you don't.

- And maybe I have a tumor in the throat? - Not a trace.

- But the doctors diagnosed it, no? - So what does that matter?

Whatever you want to have, they'll confirm it for you.

Who contradicts you, besides me?

Go on. Do go on.

Tell me something insolent.

I know I deserve the worst.

You don't know how to be alone.

Without an audience,

you're nothing more than...

a corpse.

Is that so?

And you?

What are you?

A haphazard woman.

A servant who opened the wrong door.

Take this for your work.

Young servant girl.

Let's not ruin our appetites. Lunch is served in a half hour.

Impossible.

I don't feel well.

- I can't manage the stairs. - Sure you can.

- No, I can't. - Sure you can.

All right.

As you want.

Stay here.

You need to get some rest.

The diet is observed

- No meat? - No Parteigenossen

What about butter?

Or lard? For better taste?

No, neither butter nor lard Parteigenossen

Good. Only vegetable oil and grease.

Good. I trust you.

Yes, yes.

Or I'll run off with Miss Eva!

She's calm, dignity and beauty incarnate!

What is your novel about?

About the new race.

A little impiety, a little healthy eroticism,

...the National Idea.

To be called "Adam and Eve. "

My dear Joseph, I would say...

Where are the others?

Everyone take a seat.

Gentle ladies, may I sit between you so as to serve you both?

It would be a great honor.

Don't embarrass an old man.

What's the great honor?

Big, strong men should be beside young women.

Better than a fading man.

Even if it's the nation's F�hrer, a father of sorts.

Right, Martin?

No, not at all.

Then how is it, if it's not right?

I don't know how. I only know... it's not.

Maybe the opposition is hiding in here!

Just making sure Dr. Goebbels isn't jealous of an old man like me.

Oh, my F�hrer, really!

You don't need to write that down.

Sit here. To my left, please.

Thank you, my F�hrer.

- And where must I sit? - You, at my right.

All right, sit here.

You, be seated also.

- Take part in the meal. - Comfortable?

Thank you, my F�hrer.

And you, too. Have a seat.

Please, have a seat.

Please. Let's begin!

Anyone for some corpse tea?

- Juice, water or corpse tea? - Water. I'll have water.

Maybe Bormann wants some? So, Martin?

A little broth?

Made from the meat of slaughtered animals?

Well? Some broth?

- Those fingers of vile butchers! - Certainly.

- Joseph, calm down. - Their filthy fingernails!

Those smells! Those tendons!

Don't you want some?

No, my F�hrer, I don't want any.

He fell.

Picker, I told you to sit down.

He fell!

Unbelievable!

Some shellfish? Some crab?

Picker, don't write this down.

Or some eel? Slimy, hot and fat.

Like an appendix.

Do you know how we catch crabs in Bavaria?

Sure... No, my F�hrer.

We catch them with dead grandmas.

This piece is not for you, Klutzy.

We take a grandmother, dead for three days, but no more.

The grandchildren throw her into a stream. Gutted, of course.

And the crabs cover her whole body.

She looks like some multi-armed Indian goddess.

Those red stumps.

Those moustaches!

Not bad!

Those are our young Bavarians!

In my childhood, we caught fish with forks.

We waded into the water and skewered small fish.

Why would we care about your fish?

I was talking about crabs.

- Does someone want some? - No, no.

You're right.

A vegetarian diet is the plan for a healthy life.

Eat vegetables, only vegetables. And herbs.

And especially nettles. Nettles.

Oceans of green nettle.

- Write that down, Picker. - I am writing it down.

Who can tell me what the best use is for nettles?

Or is it just a dream of mine, nonsense?

My poetic imagination?

I think I understand.

I understand.

You want to torment the eastern Slavs with stinging nettles

to free that space for German colonies?

No.

If I wanted to torment them, why use nettles?

And you, Goebbels?

Yes, as you wish, my F�hrer. As you wish.

Nettles are the primary strategic material.

Much more precious than cotton.

That's what I've been told in a Munich laboratory.

You can eat it, or use it to make fabric, glass

and lots of other useful things.

The soil in the Ukraine is the best for growing nettles.

And by the way...

Do you know why the swan has such a long neck?

Maybe in a hundred years, when we go to war with Italy...

our professors will understand something, but not until then

Against who are we preparing war?

With Italy, who else!

Write everything down word-for-word

We'll be forced to start this war.

And Duce is a great leader.

He's an example to follow.

That aristocratic profile,

that proud carrying of the head,

that lower jaw ready to devour all.

But he's an absolute idiot.

He doesn't know a thing about art and yawns in front of masterpieces.

And he had forests planted throughout Italy.

And what was the result?

In the first place, a change in climate. Humidity and precipitation.

That means that the warm air won't come to Germany anymore.

So we'll see another Belorussia develop right under our noses.

The rains will beat down on the entire Reich.

Our nation will degenerate, become lazy, clumsy and sluggish.

Like everything that lives in humid climates.

Those fat pigs full of lard.

Those pig eyes, red with schnapps and beer.

Total darkness.

Bubbles on puddles. Long nights.

Grey, humid days. Vermin.

Everywhere, vermin.

I once said to Stalin,

"Don't build the Palace of Soviets.

"The tallest building will be in Berlin. "

But, no. He didn't obey me.

And he started building it.

Fine.

If war, then war.

If war, then war.

War against Italy is a great political gambit

Is there something you don't like, doctor?

No, it's all great!

Then don't offer comments until you're called upon

What if nobody ever calls upon me?

What then?

Speak up.

If it's too quiet, he may wake up and he'll be quite vexed.

But if we continue to speak, he may never wake.

Nettles in the Ukraine?

If the F�hrer wasn't the Nation's Father,

then he could have become a literary master of paradox.

I once went to the Ukraine.

The children there are much more beautiful than ours.

Our children are like clumsy colts.

Theirs are all chubby-cheeked, blond and well-built.

Too bad that that Slavic blood gives them those pancake faces.

It's good that the F�hrer can't hear you.

- Speaking of children... - What's new with this war?

Anyone know?

You, for example.

- Haven't you discussed it with the F�hrer? - Not once.

Never.

It's none of my business, because I'm too stupid.

I don't even know who's fighting whom.

I heard everything!

- Let's go on an excursion. - An excursion!

How much fun!

Picker, finish writing and join us.

- Magda, there are no butterflies here. - Let's stop here.

Adi, look at the pretty flower.

And it's not too windy over here.

And the view is beautiful.

"Hypericum Perforatium. "

Helps against diarrhea, colic and nausea.

Magda! I'm off to check on Martin.

Put my blanket over there.

"Origanum Vulgaris. "

Impotence, immunity and overall energy.

Paracelsus praises its uses.

Dr. Goebbels, you'll be bored without butterflies.

"Valeriana Officinalis. "

Here, my friends...

it would be good to rest a little.

So, this is your blanket, Martin?

- Dr. Goebbels! - So soft!

Adi, I found some nettles for you!

Hans!

Shake the blanket out!

- Follow me! - There aren't any butterflies!

- I would like to talk to you. - What for?

I must be alone to etch this scenery in my mind.

When will I see you again?

As the F�hrer wishes.

Where's my blanket? Hey, where's my blanket?

- Joseph, you need a blanket as well. - Martin's lying down again.

Someone needs to bring you one.

Where is my parasol?

Joseph, when do we eat?

I forgot to explain something, my dear Martin.

I wanted to tell you, dear Martin,

what the Thousand Year Reich is.

The Thousand Year Reich is no more...

than the biblical reign of the Just for a thousand years.

Let's go.

My dear Martin,

you're merely repeating what the F�hrer says.

The Thousand Year Reich.

Do you know?

Do you know what its spiritual essence is?

Or do you think that it's simply a bunch of oafs,

with white teeth, and of Aryan origin?

Party members,

the Thousand Year Reich is no more than...

Martin, I know you're not sleeping. You're faking it.

Filth!

Filth!

Remember the word of St. John.

The end of the world will come

after Jesus strikes down the Serpent.

And thus what has been foretold will come to pass

I am happy to live at a time...

when mysticism and history blend together

Joseph, do be more careful

You know how Adi hates all these Jewish analogies

I've got nothing to fear

I can change any opinion of mine to the opposite

For example let' say...

the Thousand Year Reich is not the 1000-year reign of the Just...

but 1000-year reign of barbarism, pillage, and plunder

And why not?

Here is this reign - before our eyes

Joseph, you'll never change!

Dr. Goebbels has been defeated!

It's a good thing that the Party didn't see this.

I envy your happiness

You too look overjoyed, especially when you see Adi

No, it's different for me. You have the kinds the house, and me?

You are free, and I'm always busy

You think Joseph and I often have such moments?

Perhaps once a year.

Which is why we behave like newlyweds.

You must decide what you want from a genius

You can be his partner, guardian angel

And if you want more... perhaps you must simply leave.

I can't

I have tried

Perhaps you ought to be more decisive and firm

Two suicide attempts aren't decisive enough?

-Poor thing -Who? -The F�hrer of course

After all, like all women you have a tried tool...

commit adultery.

And now...

- I want some music. - I'm not against it, Klutzy.

Dr. Goebbels, you are being rude!

Opera nourishes the spiritual force of our nation!

I hate opera! It's horrible!

Move that parasol!

Cheap music!

Italian...

The waste of the decadent Western culture!

I want that waste!

Everybody dance!

No, no, no!

Witches! Witches' Sabbath on the mountain!

End of part one (C) Lenfilm 1999

Lenfilm

A film by Alexander Sokurov

Part two

- I want some music. - I'm not against it, Klutzy.

Dr. Goebbels, you are being rude!

Opera nourishes the spiritual force of our nation!

I hate opera! It's horrible!

Move that parasol!

Cheap music!

Italian...

The waste of the decadent Western culture!

I want that waste!

Everybody dance!

No, no, no!

Witches! Witches' Sabbath on the mountain!

You dance well, my F�hrer. But Goebbels, not really...

You must watch!

The lift's here.

- Look at my foot. - Show me.

Magda, if you have foot problems, you shouldn't come to the mountains.

We'll have to ask Bormann for help.

Come here!

What's wrong, Magda?

Bring her inside.

Take her to her room.

Joseph, he's taking Magda away!

See you at dinner.

The lift's here!

- God bless. - Hello.

Excuse me. Thank you.

I see.

Filth.

Filth.

I beg you to help this man.

He will surely die. Why such unnecessary cruelty?

You're not an evil man.

Your heart must be open to God.

Desertion is certainly unacceptable. And must be punished.

But I beg that he be pardoned.

The camp would... kill him.

How often do you go to church?

How many SS divisions are at my disposal?

I have no idea.

Many.

And none of those soldiers go to church.

Do you know where they go?

To death.

Who can explain this paradox?

Those who worship a crucifixion do not want to die!

The answer to that...

is to be found in youth.

No.

The answer to that is to be found in maggots.

How many eggs does a fly lay? Many millions.

How many eggs are lost? Many millions.

So all the eggs laid are lost.

To the very last, all!

But flies still exist! They live!

Why, I ask you?

I see. You hate the Church.

The young, you forbid them from the Church.

The elderly are afraid.

They no longer go anymore.

The priests are persecuted or under surveillance.

And me? I talk and talk,

begging you for something as if you were Christ himself.

Why am I so stupid?

But one should ask nothing of Him.

He is dead.

He will bring you nothing.

I see that I have insulted you.

I didn't want to. Forgive me.

The sorrow which gripped me took away what was left of my senses.

Forgive me.

I know.

I know all.

If I win...

.. everyone will worship me.

And if I lose...

.. even the lowest nobody

will use me as a doormat.

What?

What do you want from me?

You do not exist!

Nothing exists!

Nothing, nothing!

Nothing at all!

Get away!

- Is it too drafty for the F�hrer? - Yes, yes.

- The F�hrer is waiting. - Roll!

- Be careful. - Thank you.

That's good. Thank you.

The Bolsheviks are fleeing in a panic from the destructive German force.

Nose dive!

On July 11th, the Commander in Chief declared the defeat of the enemy

and the advance of the forces south of Woronesch,

350 km along the river Don.

Our troops are on the heels of the retreating enemy.

Our joy is to take arms

from England to the Black Sea.

Forward march!

We will follow you!

Lisi! That's not for you!

To your duties!

I had to get out.

That newsreel gave me a terrible headache.

Do you have anything?

Here.

Take that thing away!

OK, I'll keep it for myself.

What's wrong?

Don't you think others have problems?

Poor unhappy girl.

Unhappy.

In any case, you have no idea what it means to love by force.

A mediocre journalist. A failed writer.

Good to have found a genius to drag him around.

If not for the family and the National Idea, we would have parted long ago.

To love a genius. I can't tell you,

like trying to love the sun or the moon.

Look at your Joseph!

True cinema!

Great images!

Rubbish! Never have I seen such trash.

I could vomit.

Exactly.

Unfinished work. Incoherent stuff!

The tanks were not too boring.

But the second part! What a mess!

The writer can't or won't.

The cameraman works poorly and sloppily.

The director is only interested in himself.

The sound is not well-recorded.

Why make such a film?

A pat on the back for them?

Say they have talent?

That they'll do better next time, right?

No!

With the cinematic art form, we cannot compromise ourselves.

Better to abolish it.

The entire crew off to Auschwitz.

Where?

Ausch...

...witz?

Where's that?

Nowhere. Doesn't exist.

If it doesn't exist, then why does she speak of it?

My F�hrer, you know how women can talk. Despite their charms.

Not all should be heard, right?

That's right. Very accurate remark.

Klutzy, you have been warned.

Please, take your seats.

Where will you sit, my F�hrer?

I'll sit next to you, my F�hrer.

And where do I sit?

Please, sit down.

That's my place, Dr. Goebbels.

Magda, please.

Doctor, please.

Joseph, come sit next to me.

- Take the screen out carefully. - Careful.

Careful!

Allow me, Parteigenossen. No one tends to you.

And you are sitting here all alone.

How so?

In the intellectual sense. Intellectual.

Intellectual?

May I eat now, too?

Would anyone like something deadly?

Corpse tea, for example? No, my F�hrer, no one wants any.

Can't we change the subject?

I'm really hungry.

In the provinces, one is always hungry.

But in the city, one always feels like working.

Thank you.

If these two human needs

could be united into one,

we would have a harmonious man.

He's coming soon.

He's already among us.

Tasty. It's really good.

Yes, he's here.

He's here. Quite near.

Of course, he's nearby.

Maybe, some connection with racial traits, my F�hrer?

No.

Have you already asked yourself

why there are so many crazy Finns?

And why Czech moustaches grow downward?

You're very brave, Eva.

I could devour you.

Found what you were looking for?

That hurts.

Tasty. It's good.

The Finns are crazy

due to endless winters and the Northern Lights.

All the Northern peoples are crazy for those reasons.

Snow radiates melancholy.

As for the Czechs,

they have those falling moustaches due to their Mongolian ancestry.

The Germans are fortunate.

They are very blessed.

They don't have Northern Lights,

nor Mongols to deal with.

What was I saying?

You were speaking of the new race.

Not only.

I was also speaking of the war.

So don't cry later that the goals were unclear.

That, I don't understand. Neither does Martin, but he won't admit it.

Who, me?

I understand everything. Everything.

That's not expected of you.

Require comprehension from a woman?

No, my F�hrer.

Neither the Nation, nor the Party, nor its leaders expect that of a woman.

Comprehension is strictly a masculine faculty.

The more stupid a woman is, the more expressive she is.

It's not by chance that the wives of great men were all idiots.

Mozart's wife, for example, a stupid cow!

- Right? - Yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm exhausted.

I bid you all good night.

Good night.

Our hostess is simplicity and humility incarnate.

So? Less lucky with your wife?

What do you mean?

I think it's time that I retire.

Tomorrow we rise early. We must sleep well.

Good night to you all!

Good night.

Now let's have some wine!

What are you doing here?

You need something?

What do you want?

I know what you want.

Grandfather Hitler, grandmother Hitler.

Daddy Hitler, mommy Hitler.

Daughter Hitler, sonny Hitler.

Cute little boy. All Hitlers!

A whole Hitler family!

All stinking, snoring and burping at the same table! They burp!

They line up for the shit-house.

They scratch. They pick at their teeth and noses.

You want some calm?

A cozy home? Comfy seats?

Home-style soup? Matching pajamas?

Herbal tea in the evening? Church on Sundays?

Guzzling beer under a tree? Chomping on sausages? Sausages!

Guts with fat and spices! With cheese! Think about it. With cheese!

No calm!

No soup!

No pajamas!

The whip will fall!

The whip for all beasts!

I won't allow calm!

I will lash out again!

30 years! 40 years!

Until the beast finally becomes human!

Let's go!

Forward!

No more waiting!

Because the sky is so close!

The sky is so close!

Unbelievable!

Chorus girl!

Chorus girl!

Just wait!

You're going to get it!

You're going to pay!

Daddy Hitler, mommy Hitler!

I, too, am a Hitler!

Chorus girl!

I know you're in here. You can hear me.

How many times have I asked you to write to my parents?

They're so concerned if you love me

and if you'll never leave me.

You don't even know their real names.

Only "Mommy and Daddy. "

Maybe that sounds banal. Could be.

You have always feared banality. That's the reason you became so severe.

Do you know what my father said in 1929 after we met at the photo studio?

"That young man is one big zero. "

That's what he said. A big mistake.

You snubbed him. Like you've snubbed millions.

And even if you were one big zero,

I love you.

With all your faults, all your nothingness.

Please remain one big zero.

I even wanted to cheat on you a couple of times.

I know it's wrong.

I curse myself and I regret it.

Once with the photographer.

And the second time... I'm so disgusting.

And I committed another major sin.

I once cut your phone line.

You had lost a battle, I think. Or something.

I would like to tell you

that I am tired of hiding my love.

I can no longer stand the strain.

I've come to the end.

Maybe you ought to kill me.

Come down.

Miss Eva, you are expected in the tunnel

The F�hrer is leaving.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Black, black...

Miss Eva, are you mad?

Please, we're here.

In the car, not the trunk.

Got it? Then go.

You... You...

Beauty is the most fragile thing in the world.

What can compare to the force of this fragility?

As long as you're alive, so shall I live.

Where are those puppies?

The plague, my F�hrer. Swallowed by the ground.

Oh, the Grim Reaper. The plague will soon exist no more.

We'll beat death.

How can you say that?

Death is death. It can't be conquered.

Move on.