All language subtitles for A.Day.in.October.1991.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG EN

(lion roaring)

(triumphant marching music)

(man speaking foreign language)

(film audio distorting)

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(triumphant marching music)

- [Narrator] To put Casablanca
right into the shade,

Hitler entertains his
Axis partner in Berlin.

(crowd booing)

first item is that well-known maneuver

recently renamed the Westward Advance.

(crowd laughing)

(film reel rattling)

(film narrator mumbling)

(woman laughs)

- Put that away.

He's not going to shoot you.

(man laughing)

(man speaking foreign language)

Go, get out of here.

- [Man] Easy.

This thing's delicate.

There it is.
- Hey.

- That's it.

Turn it up.

(dignified orchestral music)

- [Radio Announcer]
This is the BBC London,

broadcasting to Denmark.

We send greetings to Hamlet
this evening from Horatio.

Hamlet must quench the brewer's
thirst with something cold.

I repeat, we send greetings
to Hamlet this evening-

- Are we Hamlet?

- Tomorrow with the whole damn RAF.

- Without wings.

We need some more light over here, Willy.

Where's the other torch?

- [Radio Announcer] Valdez,
Dalmar, and Duncan could picnic-

- Gently.

(radio announcer talking indistinctly)

Don't force it.

- Okay, I'm trying.

- Good.

- That's it.

(tense music)
(gulls cawing)

(gun clicking)

(people chattering)

(steam hissing)

(muffled singing)

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(man shouting)

(distant shouting)
(dogs barking)

(car horn honking)

(suspenseful music)

Get out of here!

Go, go, go!

(gunshots banging)

(dogs barking)

(speaking foreign language)

(radio announcer speaking
foreign language)

(light jazz music)

(man singing in foreign language)

- Can I get you something?

Solomon.

- Emma.

- Petersens, dear.

- They can't hear a thing.

(Emma sighs)

- All right, mother, don't worry.

- Sorry.

The curfew's on, you
have to be more careful.

Was there trouble again at the theater?

- No, I just sat down in the
park for a minute, that's all.

- It's not all.

Your father says the
factory's been bombed.

And he shuts himself in
there, listening to his music

louder than ever, getting
himself all wound up.

Keep trying to tell him that nothing's

going to happen to us.

This is Denmark.

He says I should know better.

- We'll be fine.

Won't we?

- Coffee, dear?
- No.

Last night, the cinema,
tonight, the factory.

These foolish youngsters,
they don't understand.

Their sabotage would only
make things worse for us.

- Aren't they on our side?

- The only people on your side, Sara,

are right here in this room.

- What resistance have we
ever given the Germans?

- The war is not being fought here, Sara.

If the Germans want Danish meat,
if they want Danish butter,

we let them have it.

- We might as well join the Gestapo.

- Sara, please.

Both of you.

Can't we have one without this argument?

- You don't like it when I say it, fine,

but that is the king's position.

- The king is under arrest.

- The king is on our side too, Sara.

- Rosh Hashanah is one week away.

Would it be too much to
want one week of peace?

- It is. Yes.

- Sara, enough.

Sara.

What are you doing?

- Has father left?

- Who is this?

- Has he left?

- Yes, yes, who is he?!

- Found him last night.

Oh god, still bleeding!

He's been shot.

Help me bring him in the house.

- Wait a minute.

- Look at him.

- Sara.

He's lost so much blood.

(tense music)

Sara, you need to get Dr. Thompson.

- We can't do that.

- He's going to die in your bed.

- I was stopped last
night on the way home.

They were looking for a wounded man.

They'll be watching every doctor's house.

- You're gonna have us arrested, Sara.

- Please.

- I can't do this our life-

- Yes you can, you can do it.
- If I remember how to do it.

- You can do it.

You have to.

(tense music)

- Get me a pot of boiling
water and a candle.

- What else, what else?
- More gauze.

(man shouting indistinctly)

(dogs barking)

- The guard told me they
killed a saboteur last night.

Larsen asked the Gestapo
about displaying the body.

Someone said no, thank God.

They caught two of them.

This is from Larsen.

Now, if they catch them,
they just shoot them.

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

(men speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

- All his bright colors were gone.

No one could tell if this
had happened on his voyage

or was the result of grief.

He looked at the little lady.

She looked at him.

And he could feel he was melting,

but he still stood staunchly,
with his arms at the shoulder,

then a door opened.

The draft caught the dancer and she flew

right into the stove to the tin soldier.

- Been a while since anyone's read to me.

- I fell before.

- You were shot.

- Yes.

But I meant just before...

- You fainted.

- It was...

- You all right?

- Who are you?

- Sara.

Sara Kublitz.

- [Niels] Where am I?

- In my room.

- How did I get here?

- I found you last night.

Outside.

You were lying there.

- Where exactly are we?

- Verum.

- Near the radio factory?

- Not far.

My father's the bookkeeper there.

Are you the one the
Germans are looking for?

- Sara, could I please have my pants?

- Well, they're covered in blood.

- Could I have them?

- I washed them, they're all wet.

I'm sorry.

- I have to go.

- You can stay.

Are you hungry?

There's soup if you like.
- No, I can't.

- You should have something.

- [Solomon] Emma?

(door closes)

- That's my father.

He doesn't know you're here.

What's your name?

What's your name?

- Hence.

- Please.

Stay.

- I just saw something terrible.

- What?

- Larsen's men.

They were dragging some boy away.

Emma.

Just worse and worse.

- [Emma] What is it?

- They're just tearing the country apart.

- What's happening?
- Look at this.

They're searching for this one,

arrested some of his friends.

- Sit down, Solomon.

- That building that
was blown up last night.

(mumbling) was in it.

- No.

- He's dead.

For what?

For what, Emma?

- I don't know.

- What is that?

- What?

- What're you doing with that?

It's the Sabbath.

- Solomon, I...

- And why aren't the candles lit?

- Solomon, we have to tell you something.

(thudding)

- What is going on here?

Who is this?

Who is this?!

- His name's Hence.

- Sara, look at this!

- Papa, he was lying
there, he was bleeding.

- You have to leave,
you have to leave now.

- Be careful.

- People are being shot
by helping the resistance.

Sara I can understand.

But Emma, what on Earth
were you thinking of?

- [Emma] Solomon dear, we
didn't join the resistance.

Just helped a wounded man.

- How did he get in here?

Did he threaten you, Emma?

- No, Solomon.

- [Sara] He was almost
dead when I found him.

- Well, he's looking
very much alive in there.

Wrapped up on your blanket.

Where did you find him?

- Under the hedge, last night.

- My God.

- [Sara] I put him in the shed.

- Sara.

- Solomon, we did what we had to.

I told Sara that if he
can walk, he has to go.

- We need to talk, my friend.

Look, I'm not the Gestapo.

I'm a Jew.

And if they find you here, we're all dead.

- You work at the radio
factory, don't you?

- Yes.

What about it?

- So now you're working for them.

- I am a bookkeeper.

- What about your country?

- Don't you lecture me about patriotism!

- What happened to the others?

- Two were captured.

One was killed.

And you blew up the wrong building.

You killed an innocent man last night.

(singing in foreign language)

(tense music)

(Neils groans)

I don't know, Emma.

Perhaps this is one of
Sara's daydreams, hmm?

And tomorrow morning, we will all wake up

and we will all go to services together

and our guest will not be here anymore.

- Danes and Jews.

That's what you both used to talk about.

Isn't it?

Mother.

- Yes.

(Sara sighs)

- What about now?
- This is different!

- Why? Why is it different?

What are we tonight?

- We are a family.

And this is Shabbos.

Please.

(man shouting in foreign language)

(guns clicking)

(gunshots banging)

- [Solomon] Sara.

- Thank you.

- [Solomon] You had a difficult night.

- I'm all right.

That song you sang with
your family last night.

What's it about?

- It welcomes the Sabbath,
and peace into our house.

Today, Saturday, it's our Sabbath.

- Is it Saturday?

- [Solomon] Yes.

- [Niels] You wouldn't have a cigarette?

- You know, we haven't
missed a Sabbath service

since 1940.

April.

- Will you join me?

- I can't.

Lighting a flame is
forbidden during the Sabbath.

- Well, I'll light it for you.

- It doesn't work that way.

Smoking keeps the fire lit.

That's not necessary.

- [Neils] Have to honor the house rules.

- Well, we've all got to make
sacrifices from time to time.

But you know, these last three years,

we have been left alone,
for the most part.

Well, I see you have started
to get your appetite back.

Perhaps now you can leave us.

I'll give you some clothes.

- It won't work, Mr. Kublitz.

- What?

Being reasonable?

Look at what my wife and my
daughter have done for you.

Why can't you just be thankful and go?

- You know what they've
started making at your factory.

- I know how much money comes in

and how much money goes out.

- You know a lot more than that.

Just tell me the right building

and you can go back to pretending

there's no war on in Denmark.

- I am a Dane, just as you are.

What you're doing may be your
choice, but it's not mine.

- They make rocket parts
right in front of you.

- You listen to me.

I have nothing to do with that.

- When the time comes, Mr. Kublitz,

the Germans wouldn't give
a damn how much of a Dane

you think you are, or how
well you add and subtract.

(solemn music)

- What are you doing?

- Just looking.

- Put that away.

Put it away.

I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you.

- Do you know what they're
making at your father's factory?

- It's not his factory.

- Do you know?

- Radio parts, things like that.

I don't really know.

- Radio parts.

They're making steering
mechanisms for rocket bombs.

- Why should I believe you?

- Because I know.

- If you know so much,
how come you blew up

the wrong building?

- You think I'd risk my
life to blow up radios?

- I don't know what you'd do.

- That's not really true, is it, Sara?

(singing in foreign language)

♪ Amen ♪

♪ Amen ♪

(singing in foreign language)

(clock chiming)

- My name is not Hence.

It's Neils.

Niels Jensen.

(gentle music)

- He isn't threatening us.

- Just his being here as a threat.

Sara.

Don't let this man play
with your emotions.

- It's the king's birthday tomorrow.

- I know.

- Remember three years ago?

All the people in
Townhall Square, singing.

The king on his horse,
reaching down, shaking hands.

Was touching everybody's hands.

I think he was trying to tell us

that even though everything had changed,

nothing would be different.

But it's different now.

Isn't it?

Neils told me about what
the Germans are doing

at the factory.

I don't want to believe him, or that...

Is it true?

- Many things are true, Sara.

Is it true that about 20 years ago,

a young man fell in love with your mother,

started a family?

Is it true that this
man loves his daughter?

His family, his home, peace?

And that he believes that
the way to get his family

through all this is to behave correctly.

According to the law.

I don't rock boats, Sara.

I pay my fare and I ride.

It is true.

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

I understand.

And I love you.

- A few weeks ago, I
started hearing rumors.

And then I came across it in numbers.

Then I saw the memorandums,
and then I knew,

but what could I do?

I have been praying to God every day

to please give me some strength.

I don't know what else to do.

- I'm sure there was nothing
that you could have done.

But now, couldn't you help him?

A little.

- Solomon, you'll have to
speak to the rabbi now.

- And tell him what?

- He might know someone who could help us.

- And then maybe we have even
more of them in our house.

- I'm worried about Sara.

- So am I.

I'm afraid I may do
something foolish tomorrow.

- Oh, bookkeeping on a Sunday.

- Just a few loose ends, Heir Larsen.

(tense music)

- You Jews do have some admirable traits.

- Did you have a pleasant walk?

- Very nice, thank you.

- Did you get what you needed?

Oh my God.

- Solomon?
- Hmm?

(solemn music)

- Are we next?

That's the one you want.

Everything's in there,
including your two friends.

- [Neils] Are you sure it's them?

- It's the same two they
brought it on Friday.

One of them was wounded in the leg.

I've got you what you wanted,
and I'm finished with it.

- I can't very well blow
it up with them in there.

- I don't care what you do.

- But if they knew when, they
could make a break for it.

You could warn them.

- You.

You've got to warn them.

I'm done with it.

Now get out.

(knocking on door)

Emma! Close the door.

- [Emma] Mrs. Petersen.

(door closes)

- I risked my life.

I'm risking theirs.

And perhaps many more.

- Do you want their lives in
German hands, or in yours?

- Mrs. Petersen's
daughter just called her.

That Danish Nazi she knows
says an action against the Jews

is only a matter of time.

(solemn music)

(dignified orchestral music)

- You wouldn't have a beer?

- I'll get it for you.

(jazzy music)

- Sit, Sara.

I'll get you a plate.

- It's okay.

- Are you leaving?

- Not yet.

I need your help.

Do you have any bicycles?

Show me.

(tense music)

Hold this.

- Neils, what are we doing?

- Over here.

- You can't go near that place.

They know you now.

- I know.

That's what I need your father for.

- My father?
- He can walk right by them.

(thunder rumbling)

- You can't ask him to do that.

He gave you what you wanted.

You're using him.

You're using me.

You are.

- If you think it's
war, Sara, act like it.

(both grunting)

He's gonna help us!

It's up to all of us.

You, me, and your parents.

We're all Danes.

(solemn music)

- Feel.

Stop.

Feel.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(solemn music)

- They were brave boys.

- I know, dear.

It's enough now, Solomon.

Please, you've done enough.

Please.

(clock chiming)

- Real tobacco?

- Courtesy of the RAF.

Could you get back in that room?

- Why?

You know others who could do this?

- They can't do what you can,

get inside unquestioned with equipment

that won't be searched.

- But they'll just rebuild it,
or build it somewhere else.

It won't make any difference.

- Time makes all the difference.

Time can mean lives.

- What do I do?

- Attach this here.

Then, to start the timer, hit total.

Understand?

(tense music)

- You and your mother should be ready

to leave at any moment.

Pack small bag each.

- And then what?

(clock ticking)

- Kublitz.

- Heir Larsen.

- Numbers are best kept simple, right?

- The simpler, the better.

- Yes.

Yes.

Well, travel with a machine?

- Yes.

Actually, at first, it
was just the ribbon,

but last night, the whole
thing just went kaput.

So I just picked up this new one.

- Oh, English.

- I found things at a cafe.

They're one of my weaknesses.

Would you like one?

Why don't you just take the pack?

- Thank you, Kublitz.

Thank you.

You know, you're a lucky Jew, Kublitz.

If it was my choice, you
wouldn't be working here.

Anywhere in Denmark.

Maybe in Poland.

Stinking up their soil.

Two plus two equals four.

Doesn't it?

(solemn music)

- Mama.

I can't.

Can't do this.

I can't fit our lives into two small bags.

- What has she got in here?

Don't need this.

Or this.

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful music)

- Did you hear that?

God damn you!

- It had to be done.

- My Shabbos candles.

Put them back.
- It's too heavy.

- No no, they go back in.

They go back in, no no,
they go back in, no no.

Where's your father?

- Shh.

He's gonna need you.

I need you.

- We all need you.

- Solomon?

Solomon?!

Thank God.

Thank God.

It's all right?

It's all right.

- Larsen, factory security.

I think he knows.

- That's it, then.

We leave right now.

- Everything is ready.

Your bags are packed.
- Yes.

- Come.

Come, my dear, come.

Solomon.
- Yes, yes.

- Hurry.
- Yes.

(tense music)

- Come.

Come.

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshot bangs)

(engine idling)

It's almost curfew. Doesn't help.

And they're going to be looking
for at least three people.

- We could go to my brother David's.

- Where's that?

- It's North on the coast.

- Does he have a telephone?

- Yes.

- Then get word to him as soon as you can,

tell him to get out of his house.

- What do you mean?

They would go after him?

- It's possible.

Now we need to split up.

- Neils, you go.

We will stay together.

- No, Papa.

I'm going with Neils.

- Sara, no.

- Two and two can move
a lot easier than four.

- Sara, I want you here with us.

- Wait a minute, Solomon.

She's right.

Maybe we'd all be a lot
safer if we separated.

- Right, now is there some
place you two can stay?

- What about Dr. Thompson?

- Thompson, yes, of course.

- Sara, no.

- Trust me, please!

- Sara.

Sara, I want you to meet us
at the synagogue tomorrow.

Early morning service.

- Give it another day.

We should stay out of sight for a while.

- Just remember who you
are, and what you are.

(solemn music)

- [Man] You can stay
here as long as you need.

- Thank you.

Is there a telephone, please?

- This will do for tonight,
but tomorrow morning

we will go to the synagogue
and talk to the rabbi.

- This morning service is canceled.

I have very important news to give you.

Last night, I got word from
the most trusted sources

that in two days, the German will raid

every Jewish home in
Copenhagen and Denmark.

They will try to arrest
each and every Jew.

The situation is extremely serious.

They know tomorrow is Rosh Hashanah,

and that our families will be at home.

We must take action right now.

Leave the synagogue.

- Neils?

- They'll be all right, Sara.

- What about you?

- I'll make sure you're safe.

- I don't wanna be safe.

- What?

- I'm scared.

I'm so scared you'll go off and...

- You're a pretty good
reason for me to stay alive.

- Am I?

- But I'll be more careful, Sara.

If you want me to.

- Operator, 32, 16, X, please.

Thank you.

It's Emma, Emma Kublitz.

I know, I'm...

Well, I needed to call you to tell you

that no one can visit for the new year.

That's right.

Everyone is going away this year, dear.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Right away.

(Neils grunts)

(Neils grunts)

- It's bleeding.

- Maybe...

Let's leave the last
ones a few days, yeah?

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Danced naked in front of
his coarse, brutal soldiers,

that now jeered at their mad prince,

who was bent on storming
the gates of heaven

and was mastered in a moment-

- By one little gnat.

Neils.

Neils.

(solemn music)

(light piano music)

- Neils, you should be in Sweden.

- That's a hell of a welcome.

So, what's news?

- These things are everywhere.

But we've got a much bigger problem.

- Sara.
- Where's Mother?

- Hiding.
- What's wrong?

What happened?

- [Solomon] There's no Rosh
Hashanah frost this year.

The Germans are arresting all the Jews.

We have to leave.

Now.

- [Sara] But Neils is-

- Forget him, Sara.

Just walk away.

- No, Papa, no.
- You must.

- I won't do that.
- You must!

- Tell me where to meet you.
- Sara.

- Where?

- Festival Hill, number 12.

- Neils!

Run away, run.

(Sara gasps)

- [Larsen] Pretty eyes.

- What do you want?

- If I'd wanted you and your father,

you'd be on a transport by now.

Others can arrest the Jews.

It's the saboteurs I'm after.

I want Neils Jensen.

- No.

- And you're going to tell me.

- No.

But then you want him to, don't you?

Even though he's not a Jew boy.

(gunshot bangs)

(gun clicks)

(solemn music)

(knocking on door)

- Is she here?

What happened?

- He followed me.

From the synagogue.

- Who did?

- Larsen.

He's dead.

- I shot him.

- What?

- [Sara] I shot him.

- Come sit. Come.

- How could you let this happen?

- I should never have left her alone.

I'm sorry.

- You asked me to trust you!

- Solomon, stop it.

It's enough.

- I made a mistake.

- Have you heard anything
about the arrests?

- My friends are
concerned that it might be

another false alarm.

- Your friends aren't Jews.

- [Neils] Some of them are.

- Emma and I made this list.

They're friends.

People who need to be warned.

(tense music)

- [Emma] Thanks.

Sara.

- All right, do the best you can.

And good luck.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

(man speaking foreign language)

(footsteps approaching)

(door opens)

- See you tomorrow.

(solemn music)

- Excuse me, please.

The sea's too rough
for a crossing tonight.

So rest if you can.

- My sister and I got separated.

How can I find her?

- People are hiding everywhere.

It's impossible to say.

I'm sorry.

- Everything will be all right.

And God willing, tomorrow night,

you'll find yourselves in Sweden.

- Emma and I want you to take this.

If you don't need it for us,
someone else might need it.

(solemn music)

- [Sara] I don't wanna leave you.

- Sara.

You have to go.

You know that,

And I need to stay.

- Can't I be scared of losing you?

- Nothing's going to get lost.

Nothing.

Hold me?

(tense music)
(praying in foreign language)

- All that talk about
German boats around us.

Did you see any?

- Easy, Paul.

Can your boat hold them all?

- Yeah.

But not tonight.

- Elsinore's way up the coast.

- [Paul] Is it more money?

- They take my boat, I lose my work.

There are mines out there,
so maybe I lose my life too.

- Look.

There's no more money, and these people

can't wait another night.

- Come on.

Everybody's scared.

- 2:30.

Be at the dock, and be quiet.

(baby crying)

- [Man] She will sleep now.

- [Emma] Is he coming with us?

- Get down.

(tense music)

- Take care of her for me.

- I will.

God bless you, Neils.

- [Paul] No more time, Jensen.

(speaking foreign language)

- May you be inscribed
in the book of life.

- Thank you, Solomon.

(solemn music)

- Get her down.

- I love you, Sara.

- I love you.

(solemn music)

- Release the line.

Let go, Neils.

She's safe.

(lion roaring)