All language subtitles for The Debt (Ha-Hov) 2007_eng

I'm proud to announce here
in Parliament,

that the Israeli Secret Service
ended the life

of one of the most heinous
Nazi war criminals,

Maximilian Reiner,
'The Surgeon of Birkenau'.

Today, a reply was given

to a question asked in silence
twenty years ago

by six million people.

Good thing that wasn't
the Surgeon of Birkenau.

How do you know that
you're doing the right thing?

I'll tell you
something very personal.

At that moment
I didn't think or feel.

When I fired that bullet
at the Surgeon,

I remembered my mother

and what she went through...
in Europe.

"He smashed her head
against the floor.

"At that moment she knew
it was do or die.

"In a desperate final effort,
she grabbed her gun,

"and fired a single shot
before fainting.

"That night, in Berlin,
the three Mossad agents,

"who captured
the Surgeon of Birkenau

"for delivery
for a public trial in Israel,

"actually passed his death sentence
on the safe house's dark floor."

All out... more Champagne coming up.
Good evening.

I can't wait until they translate
your book to German.

Thank you. I'm honored you could
make it, Ambassador Scholl.

The honor is mine.
Have a good evening.

We are out of champagne.
- There's more in the kitchen.

"Sincerely, Rachel Brener"

Thank you, Mrs. Brener.

Thank you.

"I'm outside"

"My Mission"
...a fine name for a biography.

What are you doing here, Zvi?

It can't be him.

It's just some crazy old fool.

It doesn't even look like him.

It's been thirty years, Rachel.

None of us looks the same.
- Where did you get this... thing?

I got it straight off the desk.

Don't worry,
no one in the Mossad knows yet.

"A senile old man
or a Nazi monster?

"I'm Max Reiner,
the 'Surgeon of Birkenau'.

"So claims Nikolai Bazorov,
a habitant of Vasilkov,

"an industrial town,
not far from Kiev.

"From his bed in a nursing home,
the eighty-year-old man claims to be

"the Nazi war criminal the Mossad
claims to have killed in 1964."

I'm sorry to come back
into your life... like this.

It's not your fault.

I've nothing but this lie, Zvi.
- I know.

We must act now.
Before it all leaks out.

What? - We've no choice
but to protect our truth.

What do you mean?
- He has to be silenced.

He's in a nursing home
in the Ukraine.

Your flight leaves tomorrow
at nine a.m.

What are you talking about?

I can't handle this.
- Who will, then?

What about Ehud? - He's
already waiting for you in Kiev.

But he can't do it alone...
It's the three of us, Rachel.

I can't just get up in the morning...
fly to Kiev...

walk into some nursing home and
suffocate an old man with his pillow...

This "old man"
is the Surgeon of Birkenau.

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

What do you remember each time
you see this scar?

There's enough here
for Ehud and you...

in case there is no choice.

I'm sorry I'm not joining you.

Alright.

Don't be afraid, Rachel.
It'll be over in two days.

Don't talk to me about fear.
You're not the one getting on a plane.

You're safe sitting
on that chair of yours.

Have a pleasant flight,
Mrs. Brener.

Welcome to Ukraine,
Mrs. Mollen.

Just going over the file.

I want to be ready
for tomorrow, Zvi.

How long have you
been standing there?

Long enough to see
you're afraid, Rachel.

I'm not like you and Ehud.

Good.

You two never seem afraid.

Everybody's afraid.

Except Ehud.
- Except Ehud.

Ehud's afraid of nothing,
because he's never been afraid.

Despite all his medals and scars,

he'd never be able to face
what you will tomorrow.

But you will

and not because
you won't be afraid.

You'll be afraid.

Any woman would be.

But you can handle this fear.

You know this fear
from your home.

And what about you, Zvi?

When are you ever afraid?

Now.

Go back to sleep.

Good night.

It's the sixth month,
and this morning sickness...

Complete these.
The Dr. Will see you next.

Schedule an appointment for
Ms. Niedermeier for next Wednesday.

Mrs... Roget, follow me please.

Good morning, Mrs. Roget.

Good morning, Doctor.

That's my hand,
do you feel it?

And this is the speculum,
it will be a little cold.

That's my hand

...and this is the speculum.

Ovaries appear to be fine.

How long have you and your husband
been trying to have a baby?

About two years.

How often
do you have intercourse?

Two, three times a week.

There's nothing like young love.

There is a slight
dryness in your vaginal wall.

Do I detect a foreign accent?

Yes,
we moved here quite recently.

From where?

Argentina.

This may be
slightly unpleasant now...

Buenos Aires?

Yes.

Forgive me for being
a bit tense, Doctor.

I am afraid
I haven't told you the truth before.

My husband and I don't
have sex three times a week.

Actually it's more
like twice a month.

Well, sometimes
once is all it takes.

I set up the next visit
for Wednesday.

Eight twenty five.

The bus reaches the stop.

His wife is the first to get off.

21... 22...

23... 24... 25...

Always five seconds after her.
Always careful.

Where's Ehud?

It's okay, he's there.

A 'Berliner Zeitung', please.

Thank you.

Please.
- Thank you.

Could you direct me
to the University, please?

Sure. Walk straight ahead,
and then a left.

I'm going there.
I can show you the way.

Really?
- Sure.

Thanks.
Maybe another time.

Too bad.

From the moment he's off the bus until
he's inside the clinic, he's never alone

We have to get him
when no one is watching us.

On the contrary,

we'll get him out
with everyone watching.

More coffee?
- Later.

Try it on.

He hasn't slept for three days.
- That's nothing.

I've seen him stay up five nights
straight in Ecuador.

The shoulders are a little too tight
and the arms a little too long.

You ever think that
after you got into the Mossad...

after all the years of training...

languages, self defense, firearm.

That the night before your
big mission you'd be sewing this robe?

Don't move.
- Whatever you say.

I learned a long time ago not
to argue with an armed woman.

He looks so tired.

Forget it, Rachel.

Forget what?

Nobody really knows him.

He's got no real friends.

He's alone
and he'll stay that way.

What about his family?
Friends?

You don't know?

What?

Zvi's got no family.

Auschwitz.

All of them?

All of them.

How did you find me?

Excuse me?
- How did you get to me?

How did we?

Were you referred by a doctor or
by your medical insurance?

By Dr. Eisenberg.

How is the old Jew?

Excellent.

This may burn a little.

Is there a family history
of fertility problems?

No.

Are you an only child?
- Yes.

And there are no fertility problems
in your family?

No, my mother could no longer give
birth after the war.

The war changed a lot of people.

What are you drinking, Miss?

A moment, please.

We have a green light.

I'm scared.

Mrs. Roget,
the doctor will see you now.

That's my hand...

and this is the speculum.
Do you feel it?

That's my hand

and this is the speculum.

Do you feel it?
- I do.

You have nothing to fear, Mrs. Roget.
You're in good hands.

Together, we'll try everything
modern science has to offer your body.

You'll be surprised how much life
is hidden in your body.

My job is to awaken that life.

All you need to do is be patient
and trust me.

Your body will do the rest.

Have faith in me, and I'll take care
of you as I do with all my patients.

Like you took care of your patients
in Birkenau, Herr Doctor?!

He suddenly fell.

What happened?

He grabbed his chest and collapsed.

My husband had a heart attack.

Karlstrasse 42.
Fifth floor, the clinic.

Don't worry, Miss.

The ambulance is already on the way.
- Come quickly.

Go.

The ambulance is here.

Everything's going to be okay.
- Thank you... Thank you.

Stay with him, I'll get the door.

Open the stretcher. We've got to get
him to the hospital immediately.

Will he be alright?
- We must move right away.

Impossible.
- Why?

New regulations, sorry.
Meet us at the hospital.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Israeli Embassy,
good afternoon.

"Gabriel" here...
I'd like to speak to "Dad".

So..."Gabriel", how's the vacation
with the kids?

The kids are fine.

The sky's clear
and the sun is shining.

When you return home
I'll be able to tell you

what I think
about what you've done.

Until then, the "entire family"
and I congratulate you.

You haven't changed, Rachel.

Neither did you, Ehud.

That's Katrina, my first wife.

She's beautiful.

Beautiful...

A beautiful devil from Moscow.

That's three years ago. When I was
selling fighter jets in Sierra Leone.

Selling to the rebels?

To the rebels
and those who rebel against them.

That's my second wife
in our villa in Angola.

Are all the cute African kids yours?

Only the two on the right.

And what about her?
- We divorced a year ago.

Sweetie, another double Scotch please.

Sure.

What about Zvi?

Last time I saw him
was in a German hospital,

ten years ago, after the
bombing of the Israeli Embassy.

I haven't seen him
for a long while either...

well, not until yesterday.

I never thought this
would come back, either.

What are we doing here, Ehud?

What we should have done
thirty years ago.

We have a second chance.

I can't kill anybody.

Not even him?

Don't worry, you won't do much...
It's simple.

I already checked out
the nursing home last night. - And...

It's forty minutes away.
Isolated in a forest.

Most of the tenants are
former Soviet government officials

and high ranking red army officers.

It's secure, but at night we can
get in easily. We walk in.

You stay downstairs as a lookout
while I go up to his room,

finish what's left of the Surgeon
and we get out of there.

If it doesn't work,
I brought this along...

What's that?

A present from Zvika.

A SIG-Sauer,
the best in the market.

Even on automatic it's got
the recoil of a BB gun.

Quiet as a heart beat.

Yes?

The visiting hours
are long over.

What can I do for you?

We're a bit lost.

How do we get back
to the guesthouse?

You walk straight back,
turn left,

and you'll see it in front of you.

Could I please bother you
for a glass of water?

My husband isn't feeling well.

Thanks.

I didn't want you to see me
like this. - Like what? A drunk?

No.

A coward.

That's what I am, Rachel...

That's who I've been
since that night.

Why didn't you say anything?

I wanted it to be different.

What happened to us, Ehud?

We were different once,
weren't we?

Let it go.
Come home, Rachel.

Home to what? That life is over.

Are you sure that's
what you want to do?

I'm going ahead.

Alone?

Alone.

If only... I could, I'd...
- You're here with me.

What's your name?

You Jews are close
to your historical roots.

It's a good thing.

Very good.

You take historical names
from the Bible...

I've always loved the Bible
as a child.

It is a very satisfying book.

It is all about higher justice.

You weren't lying
when you talked about your mother

and what she went through
during the war, were you?

Yes... People tend to tell the truth
when their genitals are being touched.

Do you want to know
why I did what I did in Birkenau?

Because we could do whatever
we wanted to the Jews.

But you're different.

You have strength.

Rage...

But you're angry
with your mother too.

You rage at her weakness.

You hate her for it.

You Jews
never knew how to kill,

you only knew how to die.

What's wrong?

Don't worry,
it'll all be over soon.

Will it make you feel better
if I shot him in the knee?

We're not getting out
of here so quickly.

The party at the Embassy is
postponed. - What does that mean?

It means we're not getting out
so quickly.

Until when is the party postponed?

How much longer
will we be here?

Did you feed him?

Without the party as cover,
we can't get him to the airport.

When are we getting out of here?
- Did he eat?

Whom do you care about, him or us?

Focus on what you have to do.
Worry only about your shift.

Now, just tell me,

did you feed him or didn't you?

It's okay, I fed him
at the end of my shift.

Listen,

I don't know how many more days
we still have.

But as long as we're here,
there are rules and regulations.

Every eight hours, he eats,
whether he wants to or not.

Shift ends - he goes to the restroom,
whether he wants to or not.

We shave and clean him once a day.
And we never talk to him.

Don't ever forget what we're doing
and who is lying on the floor there.

Why don't you kill me now?

You want to.

I see it in your eyes.

You won't die here.

We'll take you to the Jewish State

and put you in a courtroom, inside
a cage made of bulletproof glass,

so that no one can kill you.

There, everyone will come to see
and hear you squirm.

And you'll sit there.

You'll say that you were only
a pawn in the system.

That you followed orders.

And you'll say that
you were temporarily insane.

You'll even say that you're not you.

Everything you'll say
will be logged in the protocol.

Word for word.

And everything you'll say
won't matter at all.

Because when the trial is over,

they'll tie a rope

around your neck,

and pull hard, so hard

that your body will go mad.

You know so well,
Herr Doctor,

how the body revolts
when life leaves it.

And then, only then,

after all that,

you will die.

You're tired.

Why don't I replace you now.

You've got two more hours off.

What will I do with them?

Go ahead.
Get some fresh air.

Sure?

With a TV in the room
it's 300 Grivnas.

Without one it's 150.
- I see. Thank you.

Goodbye.

What can I do for you?

Do you have a vacant room?

How long are you here for?
- Two, three days.

I have a charming room
on the top floor.

Thank you.

Are you visiting a relative?
- A distant relative.

Go ahead, please.

We're visiting
Mr. Alexander Mironienko.

And you're?
- His grandchildren, Andrey and Natasha.

You may go in.
Good day.

Mr. Mironienko, please.
- And you're Miss?

Ms. Marta Mino.

I'm not listed.
He doesn't know I'm coming.

No, no, don't call him.
It's a surprise.

We don't like
surprises here, Madame.

This isn't a regular nursing home.
It's a guarded facility.

There are important people here
who like their privacy

and their peace of mind.

Perhaps you can still help me.
It's extremely important.

I'd be very grateful.

What do you think
you're doing, Madame?

Nothing, nothing.

The entrance is at the other side.

Thanks.

It's a sin.

Excuse me?

It's a sin to stay indoors

on such a lovely day.

I don't understand
how they can play cards indoors

on a day like this.

Excuse me?

"Bazorov"

Which way to Nikolai Bazorov's room?
- And who are you, Sir?

Peter Sohanov, Moscow
correspondent for 'Berliner Zeitung'.

Second floor, room 232.

That way?
- That way.

You the man from the
'Berliner Zeitung'? - Peter Sohanov.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but you can't come in.

I'm early?
- No, you simply can't come in.

You his son?
- Yes.

What's your name?
- Stephan.

Listen, Stephan, it's difficult,
but it's your father's chance

to tell his side of the story.
- My father's a senile old man.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Everything he told the other reporter
is complete nonsense...

Costia, I told you before,
don't run in the halls!

I'm bored.

Do we understand one another?

Maybe I can come back
another time?

I'm asking you to leave now
or I'll call security.

Goodbye.

Costia.

Good morning.

Costia, come here!

No!
- Come here!

No, I've got no way
of reaching him...

He won't let me talk to him.

Thomas, I tried.

I'll keep trying...

Costia, you should be careful
with that thing!

If you don't stop it now, we won't go
to the lake tomorrow morning.

But, Dad, you promised.
- So start behaving.

Thomas, I'll have the article ready
for you on Friday.

Save space for a double spread.

What are you doing?

Get dressed.

Why? Are you jealous?
- You better get a hold of yourself.

It's going to be at least another week
until we're out of here. - What?!

The Embassy party is postponed again.
We may be replaced soon.

No one is taking
this son of a bitch from me.

I caught him,
and I alone will bring him home.

How can you let everyone tell you
what to do?

Don't let them replace us.

You're not going to answer?

Ok, be silent.

Silent like your whole family
was at Auschwitz.

Get out of here.

She's with him because of you.

It's clear she loves you,
not him.

When she kisses him
she thinks of you.

What does a monster like you
know about human feelings?

What I did, I did for science.

What science?!

I was a soldier of progress,

a doctor serving the Reich.
- All your patients died, "Doctor".

What is the death of hundreds
in the name of progress?

What are you talking about?

Replacing hands
and legs of innocents

and watching them die is progress?

It's a disease.

A personal mental illness,
nothing else.

Then we were all insane?

Temporary insanity?

There's no explanation
for your actions

and I seek none.

Do you know why it was easy
to exterminate you people?

Because the Jew is an egoist.

Each one of you was thinking
only about himself.

How to make it to the next day,
the next hour.

How not to get flogged
or kicked.

Why do you think
it took only four soldiers

to lead a thousand people
to the gas chambers?

Entire families.

Because not one
of the thousand dared to resist.

Dared to risk being
the first to fall.

Are you going to manage with him?

I'll be all right.

I'll replace you in a bit.

Thank you...

Thank you...

No tracks,
no traces... nothing.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

What are you doing?

I'm going to finish him off.
- He's gone.

He's not going back to the clinic,
nor to his home. He's gone.

It took fifteen years to find him.
You can't do it in ten minutes.

You do what you want.
I'll do what must be done. - No.

It's our mutual responsibility.
- Mutual? Did I beat him up?

Did I fall asleep and let him escape?

When we get home, each one of us
will own up to his part in this.

I'm not coming home empty handed.

Somebody's getting a bullet
in his brain tonight - him or me.

Move aside.
- You can't decide for us all.

You sure can't do it anymore.
- Don't be a child.

We can't get caught.
It'll be a national embarrassment.

And what do you call this?!

Wait.

He escaped during my shift.

I'll assume sole responsibility.
- And what will you say?

That you fell asleep

and the biggest Nazi war criminal
caught by the State of Israel

simply walked out the door?

You want responsibility, Rachel?
You got it.

It's suicide.

Suicide is not the worst option here.
Not even for you.

Zvi, come with us.

Don't go.

Give me one good reason why not.

No one needs to know
that you fell asleep, Rachel.

No one needs to know
that he escaped.

We are the only ones who know what
happened here tonight, us and him.

What difference does it make?

It can stay that way.

No one needs to know
what really happened here tonight.

But he did escape.
- That's the truth.

But it doesn't have to be
the truth that we return home with.

The truth can be
whatever we want it to be.

The truth is
that The Surgeon tried to escape,

Rachel struggled and got hurt,

a second before he escaped

she reached for the gun
and shot him once in the head.

We got rid of the body and left
no trace of the Surgeon of Birkenau.

But he's out there. He's alive!

No, he isn't.

He'll stay underground
the rest of his life.

He won't refute his death story,
it'll keep him alive.

But we know the truth.
- Only us.

No one else. Ever.

Just us three.

We'll go back home
and get on with our lives.

As heroes.

Everything alright, Mrs. Mollen?
Sleep well?

Very well. Tell me,

when does the train leave
for the city today?

Today's Sunday,
so there are just two trains.

One at 10 a.m.
And one at 10 p.m.

Good. I'm leaving today.

Good morning, nurse.
- Good morning.

Good morning, nurse.

Mr. Bazorov?

What can I do for you?

It's time for your vitamins.

Please, your arm.

Try not to miss the vein.

Excuse me, nurse,
I forgot my tape recorder here.

Go ahead...

You came back to take my picture?

The photo of The Surgeon of Birkenau?
- Some other time, Mr. Bazorov.

Is he famous?
- Famous?

Him? He's a senile old man
who suffered a stroke last month

and ever since, fancies himself
the Surgeon of Birkenau.

Don't know where he got that idea.

Poor bastard.
- Poor bastard.

What a waste of time.
Instead of a headline sensation,

I've got junk for a supermarket rag.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Have you seen a reporter around?
- He just left.

How many times have I asked you
not to let anyone in his room?!

Sorry, I'm new here.
- Why did you speak to him again?

I've told you a thousand times
not to talk to anyone!

Would you mind taking him outside?
- No problem.

Come with me, sweetie.

Come on, champ, your turn.

Can't do much without
your old partner, can you?

Too bad he became senile.

Not in front of the grandson.
Leave poor Bazorov out of this.

The nurses say he doesn't
even know who he is anymore.

You Jews never knew how to kill,

but you always knew how to die.

I knew you'd come the moment senile
old Bazorov started blubbering.

I never should have confessed to him.

People like us take our secrets
to the grave.

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