All language subtitles for Das Vaterspiel 2009

Hello?

Mimi Madonick here.
-Hi, I recognized your voice immediately.

- Do you remember me?
- Of course. How could I forget you?

Your voice is always on TV.
How did you find me?

I searched your number.
I don't know how to start.

Just try.
It can't be so difficult.

- Can you keep a secret?
- Of course I can.

Actually it depends on what
it's all about. But...

for you I'd
keep almost any secret.

I call you cause I trust you.

This might really
sound strange.

I didn't know whom to contact
and then you came to my mind.

- Me?
- Yes, could you come here...

... for a few days
without telling anyone?

No,
I can't leave the cat alone.

- Lenin is still alive?
- Lenin died.

The new one I called Alexander.
Like Lenin's brother.

- Lenin had a brother?
- Yes, Alexander.

He was executed when Lenin was 17.
But tell me what's the matter now?

- Once you painted my home.
- Right.

That's long ago.
-Yes, very long.

- Can you also build walls?
Build walls?

In other words, divide rooms,
heat and sound insulation and such?

- At yours in New York?
- In a villa in Long Island.

- A wooden house? I can do it.
I haven't done it before, but I can...

I'll find a way.
-Come here as fast as possible.

What means as fast possible?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

- Yes, that would be good.
- You're crazy.

There's a problem, though.

All flights from Vienna
to Munich are full.

You need to go to Munich by car.

My name's Jonas Strom.
I'm American citizen.

I've come all the way from
Chicago to give evidence.

It's about suspicious facts
that can easier be researched...

by the federal prosecutor here
than by an American court.

I was born February 23rd 1925,
in Klaipeda, Lithuania.

The German speaking majority
called the town Memel.

Two years before my birth
Memel became Lithuanian.

Therefore, I'm citizen of Lithuania.

Until I was 15
I had a Lithuanian passport.

My father was a lawyer.
He spoke German with me.

Later also Lithuanian.

The Jewish holidays were
only important for our family elders.

We didn't stay bound to them.

Many pupils at school didn't even
know that I was Jewish.

Jonas is a common name in Lithuania
even for non-Jews.

I was at the German school
in Memel.

Three classes above was a boy
named Algis.

His father was
the famous Lithuanian politician Munkaitis.

Algis tried to convince the others that
it would also for the Germans...

be better if the Memel country
remained Lithuanian.

I wasn't very conscious about
these things...

I only knew that Lithuania
was better for us Jews.

That's why when I listened
to Algis during the breaks...

I admired him.

Remarkable for him was
a birthmark on his right cheek

wart similar. Here.

Some German students saw
themselves superior to us...

and didn't speak to the Jews.
But Algis was different, he liked us.

He loved to support
his Jewish classmates.

The following year,
I think it was 1937

he wasn't any longer at our school.
They said he was transferred to another school.

Actually to the new
Lithuanian high school.

I've never seen Algis again
in the following years.

For this time I can't
make a statement either.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

Are you making progress with the house?
-Yes, a little.

Close to finish.

Come on, Mom.
Everything's going to be alright.

be glad to be rid of him.

Are Klara and Gerald
coming for dinner?

They have guests.

Guess what my biggest
goal is.

I hope not to go back
to that damn asshole.

No, no.

No alcohol one day of the week.
-Good idea.

Can you pour me
a glass too?

I think I can reach the airport
tomorrow in four hours.

Why are you going to America?

I'll get rich and famous.

Do you have snow tires yet?
It should be snow.

Snow? Who cares?
I'm going to be far away.

Haven't you been to New York before
and got disappointed?

This time, my plan is much
more detailed, Mom.

If you sell it I won't
drink two days a week.

- Two days?
- Yes, two.

Then on the morning of June 22nd, 1941

and with it the Germans, too.

I couldn't understand why we suddenly
should give up our nice flat

To imagine myself with a small bundle
joining the crowds...

in the streets was unbearable.

My father and a friend, grocer
Mr. Mendelson...

had got a horse car from
a farmer the day before.

The farmer didn't believe in our plans.

He said gangs were going around in
the countryside...

killing Jews and stealing.

Then suddenly someone knocked at our door
and shouted: Open the door!

Four young guys stormed into our house.
Their ages ranged from 18 to 20.

Two carried guns.
The other two had batons.

One of them had a green sleeve
at the upper arm.

The other had it in a strange way
at the lower arm.

Only he was wearing a
Lithuanian uniform jacket.

Immediately he seemed to
me oddly familiar...

but at first
I couldn't place him.

"Shall we make a journey?" he asked
As he waves some papers.

"Maybe we accelerate a little. "

"Come on take him"

Then I recognized the voice and
the birthmark at the right cheek.

"Algis" I said.
"What are you doing here?"

He was surprised for a moment and
looked at me.

"Algis, we were together at
the German school in Memel!"

He spit out and stared at me.

Then he hit the riflebutt
in my father's back...

so that he fell to the ground.

My father got slowly up and said:

"Shouldn't I have more clothes with me?"

Algis replied:
"You won't not anything. "

They forced him down the stairs.

We took the peasant clothes...

... and hid under the tarp
of a horse cart outside our house.

We wanted to get out of town
as fast as possible.

Again and again he whispered:
"Stay down there. Don't look out. "

Suddenly it became noisy.
Like cheering applause.

We passed a gas station
and then...

we heard the cheering was
accompanied by dump beats.

I looked out but the view was
blocked by people's backs...

Apparently there stood...
an audience.

Mr. Mendelson asked:
"What are you doing?"

The farmer replied:
"Jews are beaten to death. "

We got very scared that my father
could be among them.

I hoped until the end of the war
that my father had survived somehow.

But after the war had ended
that there was no more hope.

From then on I only wanted to know
if the unbearable reproach

of witnessing the killing of my father

and not trying to help him

was eligible.

I know a place, but...

I'll give it right back.

Have you got your certificate?

What certificate?

The one for the attendance office.

We have the same post box.
Aren't you Kramer?

The same post box?
But it's not your name?

Kralikauskas.

Both names start with K.
So we wave the same post box.

- Where?
- In the office.

Come and look.

- What was your name?
- Mimi.

- Last name i mean.
- Kralikauskas. From Lithuania.

Lithuania! How nice!
I mean, is Lithuania a beautiful place?

Not easy to say.

It's probably like many other places
in the former Soviet Union.

But honestly,
I can't tell you.

Where are you from?

I was born in Helsinki.
I'm grown up in Kansas.

In Basel I was very unhappy.
And in Vienna are you happy?

If it's allowed here?
-If you cant you may.

I think I can.

"Mass Communication"
Do you like that course?

Yes, absolutely.

If I close your eyes in the lecture
it's like listening to the radio.

But Lauter has interesting things to say.
-Maybe I should try it.

What about you?

- I've tried, yes.
- No, I meant if you're happy.

- No, I'm not.
- Are you married?

- Why do you ask?
You've got two last names.

Are you always so curious?
-I do what I can.

The aim of the industry lobby
is to destroy...

... and to betray the working class.
Workers need to fight for their rights!

- Is it difficult to have a minister as father?
- Not really.

The old guy would
irritate me anyway.

I can't forbid you to sit at the computer
but please do me a favor

and stop printing at night.
I can't sleep then.

At night, do not print anymore!

OK, I heard you.

Only a file left and then
I finish for today.

Hopefully I don't have to say
this every night.

No, you won't.

In addition, it smells like smoke.

- It's true.
- Look, I don't want to make a speech.

But I am part of
the federal government.

The Federal government is
responsible for the laws.

Smoking hashish in Austria
is still illegal.

In Amsterdam you can do it
as much as you like but not in Austria.

And especially not in my house.

- Will you give me money?
- What for?

- To go to Amsterdam.
- Are you crazy?

How much do you have on you?
Perhaps three-two grams.

Then smoke it somewhere outdoors,
but don't sell it. Promise me.

- OK then.
- Fine.

As you can see I'm personally
quite liberated.

But I'm a politician.

A drug incident in my family
would force me to finish.

In the beginning I found it great
always to move somewhere else.

New school, new friends, blah blah.

But at a certain point the permanent
traveling started to exhaust me.

Instead, you change
the shape of hair now?

I said something wrong?
-No no.

I'm glad you've noticed.

Who wouldn't notice!

One of my friends tried
to chat me up at a party

because he didn't recognize me.

I guess it was drunk.

Isn't it unhealthy to dye
your hair so often?

I don't dye it.
I have Alopecia.

Don't look at me.
It's not so serious.

I just haven't a single hair on my body.
But it doesn't bother me.

I only have to wear wigs.

Now all my stuff needs
to be moved.

I can help if you want.

I took already care of everything.
You could paint the outside of the house.

OK.
I can do anything.

You're so sweet.

Your father would probably have
engaged the Red Falcons

to impress a girlfriend.

And then watched his comrades
while they paint the house.

Come on, grandpa.
Both of you are the same.

Maybe.
In a way it's right.

But actually, not really.

Now, I might...

You never visit us anymore.

You never know when you'll need it.
This also.

This paint roll, you know.
I've had it for 20 years.

No touch it.
Soft as new.

Secret's called: Washing.

After each use
wash it carefully.

If it looks clean
at least wash it two more times.

If you practice that, paint rollers
never wear out.

Here you are.

Thanks, grandpa. Great.

Your father will get crazy.

For him it's all the same
anyway.

Come on! He'll appreciate it.

For weeks he's said that the garage
needs to be painted.

I bet he won't
notice a difference even.

If you're right you can use
my car twice next week.

You tell me what you do
3 times next week If I win.

No chance.

- You did it?
- What?

- You got that garage done.
- Yes, the time had come.

Not bad.

If you'd covered the car properly
it would be even better.

I only just begun.
But as a student I'm ahead.

Journalism studies.
What's it good for?

Do you want to be a journalist?
-I don't know yet.

You can't study something
without even knowing why.

Can't you for once accept a thing
and support me?

I'm studying to find out
what to study.

Yes, people follow goals
as long as he lives.

- Is that your philosophy?
- No, my experience.

How much money do you need?
And what will you do with it?

You know what?

Have a good night!

As you want.

Good night.

And take your time.

Line up int two rows
and the game starts.

Clear goal.
Destroy the daylight.

In the dark you can
do what you want.

Profits come back.
Back to daytime.

New York is the end of the road.

Ratz, where are you going?

Stop the car.

Ratz, stop the car now!

Ratz!

Minister Kramer
speaking here.

I need some help for an issue
only young people understand.

My daughter is full of stray
staying at a party in town.

I need to remove her from there.
If possible without incident.

Wonderful.

Wait.

What's wrong?.

Why are you always pushing me
to do certain things?

That's my way of being.

Which flat?

The fucking window doesn't open.

The flat at second floor
in the corner, I think.

Where?

Where the lights are on
but I'm not sure.

Turn down the volume.

I said a little lower.

I don't let this happen.

- They can't do it.
- Yes they can.

Of course
you'll get paid.

It was a pleasure for me,
Minister.

Well,
that was this job.

If you ever do such nonsense again
I'll get you one more time.

You sure can't see it now
but I was on your side.

Filth.

It's true, he really
took your side.

I move out.

Bravo!
It's time to try independent living.

With 19 I didn't live at
my parent's either.

I was already earning
my own money.

And the Trade Union.
At least three meetings a week.

Also I collected garbage
in the city park.

In addition, I was studying,
I took the course really serious.

You are not even
close to me there.

This is your second period. But I
haven't seen a single certificate yet.

Sitting at the computer
is all you do.

It's a beautiful home.

It has very expensive furniture.

There's very advanced equipment.
When you push a button...

the television disappears.

This is certainly the way Minister Kramer
tries to hide his richness for his guests.

But the illicit cleaner
he can't get to vanish...

by pressing a button...

Ms. Grlovic will be registered retroactively
and all social security and...

We'll pay for health insurance...
I want to explain...

But the main question
on everyone's mind:

Are you going to resign?

This isn't even discussed...

This has nothing to do
with my work as politician.

Isn't it obviously just a
political plot

They want to strengthen
the Social Democrat's politic.

We certainly don't lead a political
campaign but we...

just ask ourselves how a politician
in private thinks that he

. . doesn't need to respect the law.

Don't twist
my words around please!

Do you actually care
what father says there?

As usual, he's lying.

But this event might cause
that they get him.

Shall we push the process
a little bit?

Don't you know what I mean?

Are you crazy?
He's still your father.

Gerhard finished at the end.

The gallery owner is very excited.
So am I.

Now you don't
need to preach.

- You like it?
- Yes.

He's cheating you,
can't you see that?

But apart from that
everything is fine.

Everyone cheats these days.

No no,
this is much more!

And you let him betray you.

Gerhard always
claimed that freedom from me.

I knew it already
when we married.

If you knew you could have done it too,
that would be fair.

- Don't be silly now.
- No, I'm serious.

You could do it with me
for once.

And if grandfather would still be alive
he could watch us...

... and the neighbors too.
I've got enough for now.

Go and cheat yourself.

In the summer of 1946...

I arrived in Nuremberg
two months before the verdicts.

I immersed myself in the files
immediately.

The documents were terrible themselves
but what surprised me the most was...

... the fact that the killings
of Lithuanian Jews...

during the first days of the invasion
were not mentioned at all.

Not before 10 years later at the Ulm process
against the "Special Unit Tilsit"...

the massacre my father was
was a victim of

came to terms.

Especially the Wehrmacht photographer Gunsilius
stated for the court at November 11th 1958

He had been sent in advance
of the regular troops

to prepare cantonment in Kaunas

and by chance passed the free space
by that Petrol station.

When they stop and photographed.
These are the photographs he took.

He stated that the events took place
in the morning...

of June 25th, 1941.

As evidence for his statements
he presented a couple of photos.

They show the Lithuanian murderers
beating Kaunas Jews to death...

As a reporter of the Chicago Tribune
I managed to get copies of these photos.

On two photos you can see
my dead father.

Although the head isn't recognizable,
crushed and covered with blood.

But the pajamas
shows clearly.

My father is only one among the corpses
who's wearing a pajamas.

On this picture you see...

among all the dead bodies
you can see partly their killers.

On the right side of this picture
you can see a man...

with a black hat, Lithuanian uniform
black boots...

At the lower part of his arm
he wears a green cuff.

If you compare the other photos with
this one you'll see...

that all the other men wear the cuffs
at the upper arm, just not him.

These pictures are taken a few hours
before my father was taken...

... and then killed.
And this man...

this man is up to the smallest detail
dressed just like Algis Munkaitis...

when he and his three helpers on
the morning of June 25th, 1941...

entered our apartment.

I assume that my statement and
the photographs are evidence enough

that Algis Munkaitis is responsible for
the organized massacre

and that it is clearly proved that
he was the commander.

But this isn't the only issue
I blame Algis for.

I met him again later.

Ratz, Ratz, Ratz.

Look like a rat.

Your head is like a rat's head.
You can't deny.

Aircraft hijacking.

Rat Airlines.

Looks good.

It doesn't cover properly.

But it looks great.

Yeah,
but under its very dirty.

But the surface is
clean and beautiful.

Tomorrow morning all shit
will emerge again.

Can't you be happy about
the current beauty?

Of course, if you say so.

Have you ever been in love?

I am in love now.

You haven't covered here.

- I covered the whole lino.
- It's OK.

Just leave it.
It looks like art.

At home I use to watch the neighbor
when she's cleaning and jerk off.

Isn't it boring? - No No No.
Mrs. Gronowitsch has a great butt.

I smoke a joint and watch her the
whole morning while she's cleaning.

That feeds my fantasy for a whole week.

And... do you really have no hair
anywhere on your body?

Oh, shit, shit.

Is there anything I can do?

I can't believe it's you
of all people here.

How do you mean that
exactly?

I just sensed that my beloved sister
had an accident and...

so I came running.

What a good boy you are!

You stupid thing. Why did you
have to jump into my car?

So many other cars
passing here...

- What are you doing here?
- I've separated form Gerhard.

And that's why drive here,
to Drosendorf?

Yes, I just drove anywhere.
I don't know why.

We can't leave it here
like this.

But it's dead.

Everything dies.

Fucking Chinese bitch
of a stupid whore car!

Is it his car?

What about you?
What are you doing here?

- I'm going to New York.
- By car?

Of course.

Do all men only think cunt
when the think of women?

You only found the wrong man.

I know.

What will you do?
Will you go back to him?

I always find a new one.

What an asshole!

I don't care about
who's fucking whom but...

when it comes to him
I get really angry.

And our father?

No. What annoys me with our father
is that he's is an asshole.

Come on, you always find a reason
to judge him.

Do you like his new chick?

Yes somehow. But I can't
speak with you about it.

You're moms favorite
and your duty is to care for her.

Leave me!

You haven't changed.

I did.
I don't smoke weed anymore.

And? How does it feel?

Good. I don't work as a painter
anymore either.

Thank you for coming anyway.

- Where are we going?
- To my grandma's house.

- Your granny's still alive?
Yes "Oma Tanute".

In fact this is her car.

So I'm looking after the house.

That's also why I wanted
you to come.

Are your parents
still living in Chicago?

- Don't you know?
- What?

- My parents died a few years ago.
- No, I didn't know. What happened?

A plane crash in the Caribbean.

So I moved to New York.

I thought you moved
to make a career.

No.

In fact, I came to
New York for the funeral.

The Airline company had sent two caskets,
I didn't look at the content.

I noticed at the funeral
that Tanute needed...

to be cared for.

There's her home.

Why don't we stop then?

It's late.
Let's get something to eat.

Thank you again for coming.

- Exactly what type of game
is it you work with?

A Kill-Father-Game...

actually developed for my father
but it works for all fathers.

All you need is a digital picture.
Then you choose the right tools to kill.

The massacre at Littleton high school
has led to a heated discussion...

about violence and destruction
in video games.

Don't you have anything else?

No, but my game
isn't about the collective genocide,

its about the creative and well planned
killing of a single person,

that you hate.

The software is programmed...

Doesn't it hurt to see
your father die?

No, not really.

The main thing is that I feel
a malicious pleasure.

Malicious pleasure?

Not only. But I feel the
malicious pleasure is central.

- Why don't you love your father?
- Do you anybody that loves his father?

Why am I here?

In the house lives someone
that no one nows is still alive.

And those who suspect he's alive,
don't know where he lives.

- Who is it?
- Grandfather.

- Why's he hiding?
- He's wanted.

Wanted?

- He's a Nazi war criminal.
Must be an old man then.

- Quite old. 78.
- How long has he been hiding?

- 32 Years.
- 32 Years?

And what shall I do?
Renovate his hiding place.

Renovate the hiding place
of an old Nazi?

Anything else?

God, that's a bit too much.

What do you say?

I can't do that.
My own grandfather was in Dachau.

Ratz?

I won't do that.

I don't want to have anything
to do with Nazis.

Would you like to break?
-No no.

We didn't come far unseen,
after the incident at the fuel station.

Eventually all Jews where
brought in ghetto.

On a hill behind the ghetto
was the fort 9.

In the evening you could hear
machine guns been used there.

Only a few minutes.
Then it was silence.

After a while it began again.

The people in the ghetto
covered their ears.

The noise of the machine guns
didn't stop before 1 O'clock at night.

Until then, a big part of the ghetto
was murdered empty.

The burnt smell in the air
lasted several days.

A Nazi officer had painstakingly
listed 1845 Jews...

315 men, 712 women
and 818 children killed.

The next morning a new convoy
of condammed came marching up the hill.

It was so long that it
continued until lunchtime.

People stood behind the fence
and recognized their relatives.

They cried, lamented,
and collapsed.

I was one of them.

Suddenly a Lithuanian officer
caught my attention.

I saw his back, he had a rifle
and watched the convoy.

We entered a truck that collected
the wounded and killed bodies...

Right then he turned around and...

gave an order.
I recognized the voice immediately.

Also the birth mark
on his right cheek.

It was Algis Munkaitis,
my schoolmate from Memel...

who had fetched my father in our flat
the morning of June 25th, 1941.

I don't go in there.

I have reserved a table.

How long have you known it?

Since Tanute had moved.

Before that I thought my grandfather
had died many years ago.

You had been in the house but
never had seen him?

Exactly.

There were suspicious things
now and then...

... but they were either unimportant
or there was another good explanation.

- Did he really live in the basement?
- Yes, he still lives there.

And you didn't notice anything?

Well, I did. I used to visit Tanute
also before.

Once there was an incident
with a television.

Have you got a new television?

No, the box must have
contained something else.

Really?

That day I examined the TVs in the
living room and in the bedroom...

... more thoroughly.
Both brands were different.

There was even more
I noticed that day.

Grandma!

What socks are those?
Have you started wearing men's socks?

My grandfather is innocent.

Why doesn't he turn
himself in then?

Because it's too late.

A Lithuanian Jew accused him
for participation in a massacre.

The witness apparently confused him
with someone else.

Maybe another Lithuanian
who looks alike.

At least his reaction to hide
was completely wrong.

Perhaps he also wanted
to protect the company.

- What company?
- The Fishing Grounds.

A retail company for fishing
equipment in Chicago.

When my grandparents came
to America...

they opened a fish shop
in Illinois, close to the Mississippi.

How do you know that
he isn't guilty anyway?

He said so.
I'm not really sure.

But it doesn't count anymore. He has
one or two years to live, maybe less.

He's ill and addicted to medicine.

I just want to let him die
with dignity.

Say hello to my friend.

He's from Austria.
He'll build you an apartment.

Hello.

Mimi and I met at the
university in Vienna.

The cheese is coming soon.

She has told me everything.
You can trust me.

The most important is the toilet.
I'm sick of cleaning the bucket.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Why such a hurry?

I couldn't look good enough.

I need to measure the room.

It'll be time enough for you.

After dinner, he will
need to shit.

How do you know what he wants
if he doesn't talk?

I feel it somehow.

Is he able to walk?

Yes, but only very slow.
His hip joints ache a lot.

Apart from that his health
is quite OK.

This bucket really irritates me.

Once I couldn't come
for two days.

And he placed the full
buckets by the stairs...

so that the whole house smelled
shit when I came.

He tries to force me to do
everything exactly like grandma...

... Tanute had done it.

- Do I live here all the time?
- I think it would be most appropriate.

What about you?

During the week I must stay in Manhattan.
Otherwise I won't reach my work.

The television doesn't work well.

I'll install a cable.

Do you need to bathtub?

Can come upstairs by your own?

I didn't ask Mimi whether you
understand German?

he doesn't need a bathtub.
The one upstairs he didn't use either.

But he washes himself
very well anyway.

I'm going to make dinner
Can you get the rest from the car...

and empty the bucket?

Best you empty the bucket
in the toilet of the guest room?

- Where's it?
- Beside here.

Do you empty the bucket?
-No.

Didn't I ask you to empty the bucket?

I know, but I decided
not to do it.

I thought you came to help me.

I came to renovate the house,
not to empty shit buckets.

He comes again.

What's he doing there?

I wish I knew.

Maybe he's looking for clues.

He always stops at that place.

Every day.

Maybe just the dog stops.

Dogs always like to stop.

Let's have a break.

Enough?

You know what?

I did it.

Lucas is my chance angel.

And who buys it?

I don't know. Guys like me
who hate their fathers.

- There can't be so many.
- Obviously, there are.

In a few weeks I can be rich.

Login costs five dollars.
So far 5400 people have entered.

That means I've earned
16, 200 dollars in one week.

That wouldn't have worked
without your father.

But he's a moron anyway.

Damn!

Died.

Not as easy as it looks.

This rubber is really cruel.

I switch over to "super".

Try the 4. level again.
With May 1st.

- Or the third.
- Anyway, here we are.

Incredible to make such a game.
I can't even imagine.

Really a great job.

Just like his father.

You don't even understand
the game.

You must copy your father into
not yourself.

It doesn't matter.

I only want to see how it works.

He's done a great job,
Hasn't he?

It is white and light.

Cheers.

Everything's going to be fine.

I want to thank you for
everything you've done.

My grandfather appreciates
it in particular of course.

I'm also glad you managed to sell
this father-kill thing so well.

Does that mean you throw me out now?
-Throw you out? No.

You did what I asked you for.
If you are financially...

nothing financial. I want to spend
Christmas here.

I started to like Lucas.

It's incredible that he
has to hide like this.

We can't do anything
about that now.

Why doesn't he talk to you?

He knows that I despise him.

What? And why do you do
all this for him?

- I just do it.
- And why am I doing all this for him?

- You should know that yourself.
- I know it.

Then everything's fine.

Do you actually like me?

You just use me.

You could use me also.
-Could, yes.

But you know Mimi, I stopped
doing it for you long ago.

I do it all for Lucas.
-Who would help him?

Here, read that. You have no idea
who your friend is.

And for whom
you work actually.

Now I'll leave you alone...

with your new friend.
Just call me if anything happens.

What are they doing?

The farmer answered:
"Beating Jews to death. "

... the bodies of wounded and
the dead were collected...

Right then he turned around
and gave an order.

I recognized the voice immediately.

And also the birth mark
on the right cheek.

It was Algis Munkaitis,
my schoolmate from Memel...

who had fetched my father in our flat
the morning of June 25th, 1941.

In the evening you could hear
machine guns been used there.

People ran inside.
Some of them knelt and prayed.

The Machine gun fire
continued the next day.

All together 9200
Jews had been killed.

I am sure that Algis Munkaitis was
there at the place...

and I know that he actually
killed the Jews...

... and also was the leader.
I'm sure about that.

That was the last I saw of him.

Two days after the massacre...

... that were later called
"Grosse Aktion"

I decided to escape
from the ghetto.

No problem. I understand a little German.
But I have forgotten how to talk.

- Nice jacket.
- Thank you.

- And your Computer work went well?
- Yes, well enough.

Do you smoke?

Hm. That jacket makes
you look like Elton John.

I know.

Let's go inside.
They are waiting for you.

Hi, Mom.

It took two days to find a flight.
Then I missed my plane in Amsterdam.

Do they know what happened?

Two boxes of sleeping pills
and a bottle of whiskey.

If we just had found him...

But I didn't notice anything.
I slept at that time.

I say hello to
grandfather, OK?

OK.

I'm Anastasia. You're
Helmut's son, right?

We have to meet this way,
sadly.

Oh, it's you.

- Didn't you understand anything?
- No, I haven't understood anything.

- Hi grandpa.
Glad you could make it, boy.

Here he wrote
the suicide letter.

I found him here.
He was already dead.

How long has this notebook
been standing here?

Maybe a year.

But before that he also used
to come here to be alone.

He didn't talk about feelings.
He couldn't.

Once he did.
It's certainly five years ago.

I went after him.
I sat on the bed.

I watched him for a while.
He looked out the window.

Then he said:
I've lost my son.

I said:
He'll come back.

He answered: If I'd stop giving him
money he wouldn't even call anymore.

Then he stopped to give you money
and you didn't call anymore.

- So is this my fault?
- No. The money was it.

For me he played as if
everything was fine...

... and a great future was lying
ahead of us.

The bank says he
was heavily indebted.

In a few days a debt
43 million Schilling is due.

43 million.

I had no idea there of anything.
Nothing at all.

Did you?

I always thought he was
rolling in money.

Everybody thought that.

Maybe he believed it himself.

And the truth didn't match
with his his ideals.

He was a politician.

I believed there's a solution
for every problem.

Perhaps he was right.

Time to go.

- I need to ask you something.
- What is it?

- Maybe it's not a good time, but...
- Just tell, boy. What is it?

- You were in Dachau, right?
- Yes.

Through the whole war?
-No, just the last year.

But it was enough for me.

On April 29th, 1945...

... we were rescued.

What did that feel?

Not so special.
I was too weak to feel anything.

Finally I walked outside and sat down
on a bank in my convict uniform...

... and started to laugh.

I was unable to stop laughing.

Why were you laughing?

Because sometimes you have to
laugh when you're afraid.

But you had been
released, didn't you?

Yes. But I had no idea
where to go.

In friendship - Your comrades

I don't want to intrude in your life.

I don't want to intrude in my life.

The End

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A Huge Animal from the North