All language subtitles for The Divided Heart 1954 1080p BluRay x264 DTS-FGT

Hey!

Well, don't just stand there, help me!

One more go! A race this time.

What about your party?

- Oh, yes, come on!
- Toni! Hello!

We came out here to practise turns
for the ski race.

- —Don't you want to win?
- Yes, I do.

If you ever want to be any good,
you must always ski under control.

Always under control.

I was, papa, I promise.

Hey, hey.

- Hello, Toni.
- Hello, mitzi. What's that?

Wait and see.

Alright you two, off you go.

Oh, and here's something
for your birthday.

Thanks, herr pieter.

And thanks for lending us dora.
She went fine.

Did she? Come on, dora.

Thanks, herr pieter.
—oh, nothing.

Oh, goody.

Now this one. —no, now papa's.

Show me how they work.

Gone.

It's come back.

Let me do it!

Franz. There's a man and a woman
asking for you.

- —What do they want?
- I don't know.

Herr hartl? —yes?

I am a child tracing officer from
the international refugee organisation.

Mr marks is a child repatriation officer.

We have to make some enquiries.

Have you a foreign adopted child
living with you?

No, we have Toni.

Oh, we are trying to trace a child

who was adopted from a children's home
in leipzig by a family named hartl.

Yes, that's us.

Were you living in Bern in czechoslovakia
when you adopted the boy?

-Yes, we were. —at this address?

Yes.

Why do you say he's foreign?
He's not a foreign child.

He was born in yugoslavia
of slovene parents.

He was christened Ivan slavko.

No, that's not true. Toni is German,
we made sure of that.

He was born of German parents,
both killed in the war.

Papa, I can't do it.
Will you do it for me?

In a minute, son. Go back
and play with the others. We are busy.

Why? We want you to light the candles.

Go back and play.

His mother is alive.

She's a slovene living at toplik
in yugoslavia.

No, it's not true.

- I'm afraid it is.
- No, you made a mistake.

What's going to happen?

Was that the boy? —yes.

We have to report that he's been traced
and that he's here and well.

- —No.
- His mother will be informed.

But I'm his mother. He's mine, I love him!

If she claims custody
it will have to go through the court.

The decision is entirely up to the court.

When will we know?

If she applies for the custody
in due course you'll receive a letter,

from the court.

You said you'd only be a minute and we
want you to come and light the candles.

Come on, mama. Come on, papa.

- —Well, goodnight, mr hartl.
- Goodnight.

Stop that, you.

J' long may he live! I

j' long may he live! I

j' three cheers! J'

j' long may he live! I

j' long may he live! I

j' three cheers! J'

j' may he live for many years to come j'

j' may he be happy for
many years to come j'

What sort a woman is she?

Someone for whom the clock has stopped
at ten years ago.

It's difficult to explain. You'll see.

- Good morning, mrs slavko.
- Good morning.

-May we come in? —yes.

Have a seat, please.

We finally have some news for you,
mrs slavko.

We found Ivan.

Where is he?

Why haven't you brought him with you?
I've been waiting for nine years.

Why haven't you brought him with you?

She asked one question only,
"where is he? Haven't you brought him?"

I tried to explain it was not so simple.
She would have to sue for him in court.

But she just couldn't see why.
She blazed out,

"what? For my own baby?!

They dare try and keep him.
My little ivanka they stole."

As for what he was like now,
what kind of people he was with,

all the flood of questions you'd expect...
Not a word.

Her baby.

It was indeed as if the clock had stopped
for her ten years ago.

I can't stay in the house, Franz, I can't.

Waiting for a knock on the door
or a letter. I'm going to take him away.

Tonight, not here.
We can talk about it then.

- —No, Franz, it may be too late tonight.
- You must keep calm.

I can't keep calm. Are you calm?

He's mine, he's going away.

Wait for me outside.

-We can't run away. —why not?

It wouldn't be the first time.

And the war was on then. And the Russians.

Oh, Franz, why can't we?

-You're all worked up. —yes!

You don't seem to realise
what's happening.

I can't let them take him.

I need his love as much as yours.

-Yes, I know. —and he needs me.

Of course I know what it means to you.

But you want to stay here and do nothing!
Not even put up a fight!

Come, inga.

Where can we go?
We can't hide in the woods.

- —To another town.
- I see, yes, easy as that.

There's a card to be stamped
wherever we go.

Why can't you try and be reasonable?

Reasonable? Reasonable?

He's not the same to you, is he?
He can't be.

You're only really known him two years.

How much does he mean to you, hmm?

Now listen.

First, never say that to me again.

He's my son.

Next.

I can't give up my job, we've got to eat.

If it would do any good going away,
I'd do it.

No. Listen.

We've got to live in this world.
We can't change the law.

But we've our rights too,
he was legally adopted.

-We'll fight back. —we must.

We're going to.

What has he done?

What have you done?

What's all this noise?

What's going on?

- —What have you done?
- I don't know. Nothing.

Alright.

Get on with your drawings.

You won't forget my race is at three?

You won't be late, promise?

Hurry or you'll be late for school,
darling.

Bye. —bye.

- —Hey! Want to knock me over?
- Sorry.

Here's a letter for your papa.

Papa, there's a letter for you!
It's registered.

Save me the stamp.

"In the matter of the application
of the international refugee organisation

for the resettlement or repatriation
of Ivan slavko,

an unaccompanied displaced child
here by summons..."

"An unaccompanied displaced child"?

It's in the paper, too.

What are we going to do?

He's not an unaccompanied displaced child.
They got it all wrong.

What can we do?

The lawyer said we must wait.

Go and see those people who came here
at once.

- —They started it.
- Just go? Today?

Yes, Franz.

Alright, inga.

I'll tell herr kauffmann.

And your job?

- You may get the sack.
- —we're going.

And the ski race? Oh, we can't.

Is there anything else?

No, that's all.

It's only that we thought...

You thought what?

It's...

This idea there must be a law case.
We can't get used to.

We've done nothing wrong.

But I've told you,
there's nothing to be afraid of.

The court will give you legal aid.

First—class lawyer. —lawyers...

They are only good for twisting things.

This... it's all so plain and simple.

We'd hoped...

Yes?

What had you hoped?

We could make you see our side.

And then you drop the case.

I can't help myself,
once the wheels have been set in motion.

Oh, we'd hoped you were a man, not...

Not just a mere machine.

It's taken me years to learn that.

How to be a useful part of the machine.

A man here would be useless.

He would drown in the tears.

42,000 parents
who today still can't find their children.

Over 20,000 lost children
looking for their mothers.

Still.

Babies in baskets brought from half the
countries in Europe like day-old chips.

Placed in these lebensborn homes,
which the Nazis ran.

Their parentage deliberately covered up
and lied about.

So people like you should think they were
Germans and bring them up as Germans.

You know her, don't you? What sort is she?

I think she's...

She's a good woman.

Then, won't she adopt
one of those lost ones instead?

If it was wrong to take away
her child by force,

isn't it just as wrong to snatch mine?

But this is her child.

Part of her dead husband that still lives.

Mother of Jesus, why is there war?

Ready, go!

[Announced
now here comes number 49, Toni hartl

and he's doing fine.

Well, he made it.

And his time was 25 seconds.

Toni hartl, number 49...

- —Well done.
- 25 seconds.

-Have you seen my papa? —no.

Bad luck, number four.

I'm afraid number four is out of the race.

Now here comes the last of them,
number... number ten.

Number ten is hansel christa.

Well done, hansel.

I've give you your time in one second.

Have you seen my father?

Number ten's time was
29 and a half seconds.

29 and a half seconds.

Alright then, here are the results
of the boys' club feldstein.

First, Toni hartl, 25 seconds.
Good boy, Toni.

Toni, we've won!

Toni. I've got a message for you
from your papa.

He had to go away on business.
They're sorry, but they couldn't help it.

They'll be home soon, you're not to worry.

But they promised and I won.

Slavski!

Foreigner, that's what he is!

You take that back!

I won't, it's in the papers,
my father read it out.

Stop it, you two,
or I'll knock your heads together.

Off you go.

Shoo!

What did he mean saying
that you were a foreigner?

I don't know and I don't care.

What are you following me for?
Why don't you clear off!

Toni, what is it?

Why are you crying?
It's me, tell me what's wrong?

But you promised.

We had to go to Munich
and we didn't know that before.

Why? Why did he call me a foreigner?

- —Who did?
- He did. Max.

Toni, you mustn't be upset.

You mustn't be. I can explain to you
why he said that.

And you will understand
and you won't mind what he said.

But why, mama?

It's because you've got another mother.

She lives a long way away.

You see, when you were quite tiny,
before you can even remember,

this other mother lost you.

Someone took you away from her.

And we found you in a place for children
without any mothers

and made you into our little boy,
really ours.

It's called adopting.

But, Toni, it makes no difference.

We love you just as much,
perhaps even more.

Why haven't you ever told me?

Because we thought she was dead
and now we've found out she's alive.

Will she come and live here too,
like when papa came back?

No, she won't.

I don't know what is going to happen,
perhaps nothing,

but you mustn't worry, darling,
will you promise?

You can tell Max it isn't everyone
who can say he's got two mothers.

Mitzi! —here.

I've got two mothers.
I've got two mothers.

You can't have two mothers.

I have. That's why Max is jealous.

I have, I have, I have!

There was a point they'd like to mention.
—mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes.

The United States court of appeals

of the allied high commission for Germany
is now open.

All persons designed to appear
before this honourable court

draw near, give attention
and you shall be heard.

God save the United States
in this honourable court.

Hearing of case number d641.

Establishment of the status
of Ivan slavko,

an unaccompanied displaced child.

Is the appellant ready and in court?

Are the appellees ready and in court?

The court is now open to proceed.

Your honour,
my client only speaks slovene.

The interpreter will sit beside mrs slavko
and see that she understands what is said.

Is the child in court?

No, your honour,
the child was not summoned.

Your honour, this is a translation
of mrs slavko's statement.

"I was married in 1932 to josip slavko,
from the bank.

We had two daughters, but we wanted a son.

Our prayer was granted
and god gave us a son.

He was born on January 2nd, 1941,

and we christened him Ivan."

"We were all very thankful
and very proud, the whole family."

"We lived in toplik in Slovenia.

In April 1941, the Germans invaded.

The occupation started."

"Josip longed to be
with the partisans in the woods.

But I begged him to stay with us.

To leave this work
to those without children.

He gave way,

but at night he took food
to the partisans.

Halt!

[Gunshofl

Halt!

[Gunshofl

Honey.

Why? Why?

Why? —honey.

The fiihrer is our best friend.

The fiihrer is our best friend.

Adolf Hitler is the friend
of all children.

Adolf Hitler is the friend
of all children.

"Josip was betrayed by a neighbour
who owed us money.

The next day they came for me
and the children.

I was out of the house when they came.

But my little girls
were taken with the rest."

"Nobody knows what happened to them.

They were never seen again."

"We fled to the woods, we hid there.

For five months we hid there.

The partisans helped us.

They brought us food and kept us alive."

"Then Ivan fell ill.

I couldn't keep him warm.

The partisans wanted me to go with them.

I could help with their sick and wounded.

They said Ivan could not live.

If I returned to the town
the Germans would take me.

But Ivan might live.

"They took us to a camp.

At least there was food for Ivan
and medicine.

On the first day all the children
were taken from the camp.

They took Ivan."

Did she remain in this camp?

I think mrs slavko will tell you
that after the children had been taken,

the women were told

that they would be sent
to a health resort, a spa.

Please, testify now.

You were told you'd be sent
to a health resort, a spa?

Yes.

They took everything from us
but our clothes.

They took everything from us
but our clothes.

Our wedding rings.

Our wedding rings.

And the gold from our teeth
with Jack knives.

And the gold from our teeth
with Jack knives.

Our guards were young boys.

Our guards were young boys.

We were taken to the health resort.

We were taken to the health resort.

Auschwitz.

Your honour, she remained in this place
until the liberation.

She is one of the few woman of toplik
who returned.

I demand the court
give me back the child I lost.

She asks now the court to give her back
the child she lost.

I'm his real mother.
The other woman is his foster mother.

She says she is the blood mother,

but the other woman only the bread mother.

If my child is forced to live in Germany,
he'll know the truth one day.

She says that if her child is forced
to live in Germany,

one day he will know the truth.

What will he think of
his foster parents

when he finds out
what the Germans did?

To his own nation, his father,
his mother and himself?

She asks what will he then think
about his bread parents

when he discovers what the Germans did
to his own nation?

To his father, to his mother,
and to himself?

Your honour, that concludes
the partition of my client.

What is it you're asking us
to do for you, mrs slavko?

What is it that you want?

Give me back my baby.

She says give me back my baby.

Your baby?

It's no longer in human power to give back
you back your baby, mrs slavko.

The court is adjourned
until ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

She hates us.

When is the war going to end?

Let's go in. —no.

Yes.

Inga.

- I'm sorry, Franz.
- —oh, it's alright.

Does she really think
she can be a mother to him now?

It's too late.
Can't someone make her see that?

I think the judge was trying to.

No, she'll get him, I know she will.

But you don't. —I do.

After what she said, what can I say?

Inga...

Have you forgotten
what you've done for Toni?

It's all you have to tell them.

Herr hartl. Frau hartl.

Nurse will bring you two boys
to choose from.

There is no hurry, take your time.

Thank you.

- —Franz, I'm terrified.
- So am I.

What do we know about children? Suppose...

You'll know,
or you wouldn't want one so badly.

- —Hello.
- Hello.

- —How old are you?
- I can play football.

You can? You are a big boy.

Hello to you, too.

Don't be shy, Toni. Go and say hello.

Hello.

Don't you want to make friends?

Well, come on. Come.

Can I see your pistol?

Hey, what is?

And how old are you, Toni?

I'm afraid Toni is not very responsive.
Not like hans.

He was even more nervous
when he came here.

Might we be alone with him perhaps?

Let's go and sit over there.

Well, never mind.

Look what I've got for you.

Would you like one?

Ooh, can I have one?

Thank you.

There's a tired little boy.

Come on into bed
and I'll read you a story.

Hey.

Look what I've got for you.

I'll get another room.

It's for you, it's yours.

It's a present from papa for Toni.

Don't you want it? It's from me too.

Go to sleep liebchen.

I'll come in later.

You're going back to the war,
it's your last night and I've spoilt it.

Not if you've got what you want.

I want you both.

Franz, come here a minute.

Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!

Nurse! Nurse!

Everything is alright, darling, I'm here.

It's alright.

My little one.

Franz, I didn't wake up.

Come back to us, Franz.

This is your home, Toni.

This is your room, Toni. Look.

That's bunny.
Toni's bunny for Toni to look after.

Here, give him something to eat.

That's papa. He loves Toni.

Toni!

Toni!

Toni! What frightened you?
What are you running away from?

Oh. You did have a nasty fall.

I'll have to bathe it and tie it up.

And you didn't even cry.

No, no, no! —what is it?

There's nothing in house to be afraid of.
—no!

Toni, come in
and we'll make it all better.

Come on, Toni, you must be hungry.
Come and have your supper.

Poor bunny must be terribly hungry.
Won't you give poor bunny his supper?

Come on, Toni.

Toni.

This is not a very nice game
for little boys.

Come and see what I've got for you.

I want to show you the lovely nest
bunny has found.

- —No.
- Oh, come on, dear.

Look, in papa's coat.

Toni, come here.

Wasn't bunny clever
to find such a lovely place?

So, you see, it wasn't ever you
he was afraid of, Franz.

It must have been your uniform.

What are you doing?

I'm writing a letter to your father.

I want to write one, too.

-You want to write one? —yes.

Here.

Thank you.

When papa gets my letter
will he send me one back?

It was the first time he saw me cry.

After that he could cry naturally
whenever little boys do cry.

Mrs hartl, this strange fear of uniforms,

for I gather the fear of your husband
was no more than that,

how did it originate?

You honour...

And this strange inability to shed tears.

Your honour, there is a gap
of two years in the child's life,

before he came to the orphanage,
about which we know nothing.

He may have seen bitter fighting,
violence, destruction,

from the day that he was
taken from his mother

by men in uniform.

Please proceed, dr muller.

Until the end of the war

you lived alone with a child in the German
part of czechoslovakia?

Yes, our home was in Bern.

But you had to leave your home?

In the end,
when the Russian's were coming.

And your possessions?

We could take what we could carry
but I had Toni.

She was escaping
the Russians with Toni.

Taking the boy with you,

you walked and hitchhiked nearly 200 miles
to the German frontier?

- —Yes.
- How did you manage?

-I worked. —what sort of work?

In the fields, roadwork,
wherever I could find it.

- She walked 200 miles...
- Your honour,

I would like to ask frau hartl
one more question about this journey.

Is it true

that the wife of a farmer
offered to let you leave the boy with her,

so that you could go on your way
unburdened,

then send for him later
once you had found a home?

Yes. —but you refused?

- —Yes.
- W hy?

Because he didn't want to be left.

- —How long did this journey take?
- 61 days.

- You had nowhere in Germany to go to?
- —no.

Eventually you found a room in the village
where you are now living?

Yes.

- Had you any money?
- I worked.

When did you hear from your husband?

Not for five years.
I thought he was dead.

And then?

Then I got a card.

It said he was in Russia
and ill and being sent back.

Until your husband came back,
you clothed and fed the boy

-and sent him to school? —yes.

For nearly five years, single-handed?

He had everything he needed.

Thank you, frau hartl.

You may sit down.

I may have only been his bread mother,

but I gave him a mother's love too.

Mrs hartl, mrs slavko.

The boy is not a piece of property
to be owned.

He belongs to no one but himself and god.

We're not deciding
a question of title deeds,

but a boy's future.

It's been laid down that
this thought must be uppermost,

where does
the brightest future for him lie?

Moreover, we must consider his own wishes.

For that he must meet his natural mother.
He must try to get to know her.

He must form his wishes fairly
and without undue influence.

Remember, he's a boy, mrs slavko,
not your baby.

He's a boy, not your baby.

This meeting will be arranged, please.

Then we should like to see the boy
and learn his wishes from his own lips.

The court is adjourned.

London - "judgement of Solomon.

Yugoslav mother is to see her child.

The chief justice..."

Is this the story of two mothers?

American judges announced their wish
for the boy to meet his slavic mother.

An imager of the custody battle

for a boy which is unfolding
between two women.

The German adoptive mother...

"To quote an old Jewish proverb,

'since god could not be everywhere,
he made mothers.'

the tragedy in this case today
is that the love of two mothers clash,

one of whom must give way.

Now it's up to the boy."

Toni!

Hello!

I've got dora.

Herr pieter taught me a new game.

It's like noughts and crosses,
only it's boxes instead.

You make a square,
and then you make dots inside, like this.

- Toni.
- Yes, mama.

Toni, you haven't asked about your mother.

- —We went to see her, you know.
- I know.

Don't you want us to tell you about her?

It was in the papers, I read it.

She's a nice woman, Toni, your mother.

Your father...
He must have been a fine man too.

He's dead.

Well...

Your mother is coming to see you.
She wants to see you again very much.

Get to know you again, see where you live,
see you skiing, you know?

She is coming tomorrow in a motorcar.

I expect she'll take you out in it.

You'll have a good time.

There, you start.

You make a line between two dots,
any dots, it doesn't matter.

Well, don't you want me
to tell you all about her?

Why she's really coming?

I know. Your turn.

Mmm, that's very nice. Lovely.

Ivan, I have brought you a "presen".

Present. T!

T. T. —present.

Ivan, I have brought you a present.

That's very good.

Look, feldstein.

Please stop the car.

She's not coming. Only a man.

So I do hope you understand, mrs hartl.

She's dreadfully nervous,
I've sent her on to the inn.

Is it too much to ask if I might
take the boy to her there this first time?

Without me?

Jump in, Toni, we'll see you later.

Mama, aren't you coming too?

No, Toni, I have to stay here
and cook supper.

Come on, Toni.

- —No! Let me out!
- Toni.

- Be good, Toni.
- I won't go.

- —I'm sorry but I have to come too.
- Yes, of course.

Come along, Toni.

It's alright. Go in.

How do you do, Ivan?

I'm happy to meeting you.

Well, let's all go inside, shall we?

My little baby.

My little boy.

Josip's son. My dear child.

My dear child. My boy.

Present.

-You open it, Toni. —present.

Mama...

Toni, I'm so ashamed.

I did mean to be kind to her.

I'm lost, boys.

Could you show me
which road to take back to the hotel?

Tell him I'm very sorry
if I've made him unhappy.

Your mother wants to me to say
she's very, very sorry.

She's afraid she's made you unhappy.

She came here for three days, you know.

But she was thinking perhaps
she'd better go straight back tomorrow,

and not bother you.

I don't want her to go.

He doesn't want you to go.

It's not goodbye then, it's goodnight.

Do you ski in your country?

Ski? Yugoslavia. You?

- —Ah! Nie.
- Good.

Then I can teach you.

The first thing to learn is
you must ski under control.

Always under control.

Yahoo!

Oooh!

I think these are the best stamps
I've got.

Which?

My yugoslavians. The ones she brought me.

Pictures of all the different industries.

Printing, mining, shipbuilding.

And the airmail set has different scenery,
lovely scenery.

Mr marks says that where my other mother
lives it's about the best part.

And the skiing too. But not like here.

It's your bedtime, come on in.

- Goodnight, mama.
- —I'ii come back later.

I can't stand anymore of it.

She's going tomorrow.

That's not going to be the end of it.

There will never be an end now.

Why did she ever come?

It will go on for Toni wherever he is,
and us too and her.

Inga, this is life.

This is what we're born for,
to love and to suffer,

and through it to grow.

-And Toni too? —yes.

Toni too.

No, Franz, you're just talking.

Using words what mean nothing,
like the judges do.

You think only blood mothers
can have mother love, don't you?

You'd like to wrap him in a parcel
and send him back, wouldn't you?

Inga, he's my son too and I love him too.

If you really mean it, we can still
go away to the eastern zone.

But that wouldn't be the end of it.

You've just said,

it'll go on for Toni now, wherever he is,
and for us.

- It's out of our hands now.
- —only if we let it be.

Toni doesn't want to go away.
—not now.

But he's growing up.

Inga...

I don't want to have to say
when the time comes,

we decided what was best, who was best.

That we knew better than anyone else.

He might answer, "you knew what was best
for my mother too, didn't you?

And my father?"

God, help me to see it
your way one day, Franz.

Mrs slavko wanted to say goodbye.
We won't keep you.

Come in.

Mrs slavko wants me to say that
she will never forget the last three days,

and that she will never regret them.

Now I think mrs slavko would like to say
what she has to say in her own words.

When I came here, I didn't love my son.

I only loved my baby.

She says that when she came here
she didn't love her son,

she loved her baby.

But since I've been here,
I've found my love for my son too.

But since she has been here
she has found her love for her son too.

Because I love him, I can't
take him away from the ones he loves.

Because she loves him now

she can't take him away from all he loves.

You haven't any right to give him.

Giving and taking,
they're just another sort of running away.

Franz was right.

Running away won't help anyone.

We can't end this,
it's too big for us, it's...

Only something above us can.

The judges, it's their job to decide,
isn't it?

Well, let them do their job.
The rest of us have to.

Come in.

Ah, come on in.

Mr marks, will you sit over there?
—thank you.

Well, you are a fine fellow, aren't you?
That's right, sit down.

Ivan, how old are you?

- —Toni, how old are you?
- Ten.

Ten? I wish I were ten again.

- You have school, don't you?
- —yes.

-You like your teacher? —yes.

What games do you play at school?
Football?

-Sometimes. —what else?

Skiing?

Pretty good at skiing, eh? —yes.

Toni, you know why we're all here?

Because I've got two mothers.

But do you really understand?

You really know the difference between
a real mother and a foster mother?

Yes, my mother told me.

Oh, do you mean your foster mother?

My mother, not my other mother.

He means frau hartl, your honour.

You like her? Your other mother?

- —Yes.
- Good.

Well, I...

Well, you had a good time with her.

Rides in the car, presents.

Toni, what did you do for her?

I'm teaching her to ski.

Would you like to go back to yugoslavia
with her?

I want to stay here.

Wouldn't you be just as happy there
with your real mother?

Wouldn't you?

All we're trying to do is to find out
what you really want, son.

There are times
when justice cannot be done.

The foundation of justice
is to reward those who have done good,

to compensate those
who have suffered wrongs,

to punish only the evildoers.

The natural mother of this child has
suffered wrongs beyond redress.

If we refuse her partition,
the court is adding to those wrongs.

Punishing her for having suffered.

The foster parents

came at a time
when the whole future of the boy,

body and mind, hung in the balance.

Only through their love and care
is he here today.

If we take him away from them

the court is punishing them
for the good they have done.

Justice stands between these two women
with veiled eyes and cannot help us.

So both these considerations
we must forget.

The boy is the victim of horrors
brought about by grownups.

Now it is the duty of grownups
to try to do what is best for the boy.

He was questioned
by the three judges of this court.

I do not think that any of those present
will forget the scene.

He said, "I want to stay here."

I, for my part...

Could not face my conscience

if I voted to take him away from
the parents who have brought him up,

from his school, from his school friends,

and from the country
which he regards as his own.

He wants the boy to stay in Germany.

Wars leave behind a stain of shame
which the centuries will not wash away.

And we have no power
to address the wrongs done.

It isn't easy to deny a boy his wish

to remain with those whom he considers
his mother and father.

But in my opinion, little boys have
resilience not given to grownups.

It isn't too much to expect
that with new friends and new places,

with his own flesh and blood,
he may soon find a place in his affections

for the woman who bore him,

at least equal to that now held
for his German foster parents.

In my judgement,

Ivan should be returned
to his true mother.

In a difficult decision the truth to lay
hold of is usually the simplest truth.

Here is the real mother,
here is the real son.

In a very material sense,
god has made them of one flesh.

Moreover, he is the seed of the father
that is dead but lives in him.

And the male likeness of the sisters
who are lost but are found in him.

In childhood,
the mother cares for the son.

When he is grown, the son cares for
and protects the mother.

It is very natural that this child
should cleave now to the foster mother,

as the source of the only care
and protection he has ever known.

But he is ten years old.

And is on the brink of the age
when his need will be to give love

rather than receive it.

If he goes to the real mother,

I would put it that we are giving
the custody of the mother to the son,

rather than that of the son to the mother.

I'm sure she will not make the mistake
of treating him as her baby.

And because of all the love
he has received,

I think he will have enough to give.

By a majority of opinion

the court now orders that Ivan slavko
by repatriated to yugoslavia

and designates his mother, Sonja slavko,
as his guardian,

pursuant to the previsions of united
states high commissioner law 11.

An order to this effect will be entered.

The court is adjourned.

Toni, darling, your coffee.

Have you got your stamps, Toni?

Is my tie alright?

Goodbye. — Bye, Toni.

- —Bye, Toni.
- Goodbye, Toni.

- Bye, Toni!
- Goodbye.

Bye, tonl -goodbye, Toni.

Bye. —bye, Toni.

Bye, Toni.

Tickets, please.

No, no, your tickets.

Tickets, tickets. —ticket.

Yes, yes.