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Hold it.

What's this? Is this our cell?

Just for tonight.

To get used to your new lifestyle.

In you get.

Get inside! Move!

- Get inside! - No way!

- Let me out! - Be quiet!

Open the door! Let me out!

Open the door!

My name is Jules Garnier Michaud.

I was born in 1901 in Sentier,

a village in the Seine-et-Marne district.

My father was a lawyer.

He died when I was ten.

He seemed young and healthy.

One day, he got up from the breakfast table.

He smiled at us, said good-bye...

and dropped dead.

On the spot.

Aneurysm.

Mom loved him very much.

But she didn't let it get her down.

Her lovers always treated me well.

She wouldn't have tolerated anything else.

One of them even found me a job...

at the Paris police headquarters.

It was incredibly boring.

But at least, it got me out of the provinces.

I have a brother.

And a sister.

My sistefis name is Marie-Christine.

My brothefis name is Bruno.

No, not with him. My brother enjoyed scaring me.

We shared a room.

When I was little,

and he was eight years older...

he liked to play the wolf.

He used to howl in his bed at night...

until I came to lie next to him.

He found it funny...

but I was really scared.

I used to fight with my sister.

Until she realized I was stronger than her.

She thought there was no point in carrying on.

So that's when we stopped fighting.

Yes, I'm married.

In 1925, I married Agn�s Choiset,

that's her maiden name.

It is a happy marriage.

We have a son, Emile.

It was her choice, she named him after her father.

Emile...

A strange name.

Anyway, it doesrft matter. Whatever.

I carft eat that.

Really? - It's foul.

- Let me taste it. Amanda carft cook.

- It's not that bad. - It is.

- When is your dentist appointment? - At 3:00 p.m.

It's a shame I carft give you a ride.

It's fine, I'll go by train.

Get your fingers out of the jam!

There's this circus in Paris Where there's a man who walks on a wire

at a height of 12 meters.

And another man, who, if you give him money,

will put his head inside a liorfs mouth.

Really? - Yes.

Look!

They're already closing up the holes.

- That means rain. - No, they're preparing for Winter.

Because the ant larvae need food.

They close up the holes and store away food,

so that the larvae can survive the Winter.

Hi, Michel. Would you park it?

Hello, Th�r�se. What's new?

Two Russian Women were taken in. They were hiding Jewish children.

We can call them in for questioning once you've checked their files. Here.

- The evidence is in that package. - F'ass it over.

Has the Russian been interrogated?

Th�o is downstairs having coffee.

Call him up.

I booked three tickets to the circus tomorrow.

Good.

One more thing: Send the driver to the supply shop.

Tell him to get cigars, salami,

and two packs of coffee.

- No, three packs. - Yes, sir.

Olga Kamenskaya.

Born in 1910. Russian.

Russian Orthodox.

I'm from Russia.

From the Don region.

I am...

from a Cossack family.

My mother had an affair when I was... about six.

She took me and then we left.

Paris, fourth arrondissement, Rue Jacob.

Vogue magazine...

Fashion editor... editor for fashion.

In 1941, I joined the Resistance...

as a member of the civil and military organization,

under the command of Colonel Touny.

How is it possible...

to grill the Russian all night long and get nothing?

- Does he even speak French? - Yes, well.

You're not the same as before.

If you keep believing your fiancees nonsense,

you can go back to Flanders to dig potatoes.

Sir, I broke his knee with a hammer. He carft even Walk.

I don't need details, I need results! I don't give a damn how you get them.

Yes, sir.

I carft explain it... It's impossible...

I don't have the words...

to describe how it feels.

So, you got arrested at the back entrance...

to 7 Rue La Bruy�re.

Precisely Where Elizaveta Kuntseva

was hiding Jewish children on the fifth floor.

I don't know anything about that.

Before you came out, two children ran out of the same entrance.

The police couldrft catch them, unfortunately.

Somebody had blocked the door.

Was it you?

I don't know anyone...

on the fifth floor.

So who were you visiting?

Marie Silvestri,

apartment 4, second floor.

You claim you don't belong to the Resistance movement...

and that you don't know Zinaida Shakhovskaya,

Vera Obolenskaya or Boris Vild?

Correct.

You also claim you know nothing about the Jewish children

hidden in Elizaveta Kuntsevafs apartment?

Nothing. That's right.

You'd better confess.

It would ease your fate.

My fate?

One of you confessed already.

Dmitri Chelyadintsev.

What a name...

Th�r�se!

Take that away.

I clon't know anyone! You can kill me! I won't say a thing!

I don't know anyone! I won't say anything!

Close the door, please!

Well, I lied to you.

He hasrft confessed yet...

but he will soon, I assure you.

Nobody can stand this for long.

Attempting to stay silent is futile.

Your address book is full of contacts and numbers.

If you keep on denying it, we'll have to arrest everyone...

and they'll suffer the same fate as Dmitri.

Will you torture me?

Do I have a choice?

Just set him free.

Oh, yeah?

Why would I do that?

How do you mean?

Was he your lover?

No.

It was you who said that.

He'll snitch on all of us, he worft resist for long.

What are you Waiting for?

What if...

What if I took advantage of your proposal...

and still didn't set him free?

No, you're not like that.

You' re true to your word.

And you're a fine psychologist...

and a manipulator.

I've never slept with a countess before.

Here's my suggestion:

I set Chelyadintsev free tonight...

and you come here tomorrow morning.

What's your preferred wine?

Roman�e-Conti.

1919 vintage, if possible.

I carft promise...

but I'll get something special and of the same vintage.

- See you tomorrow. - Yes.

By the way, out of curiosity.

Why would a Russian noblewoman Want to save Jewish children?

I don't see What you mean.

By the way, since we have a date tomorrow...

tell them to give me a bar of decent soap.

See you tomorrow.

Take her away.

I was obsessed by the Russian princess.

There was something special about her.

She was different.

I felt her strength.

An animal-like strength, or something...

I thought I might Want to see her again...

after the first date that was about to happen.

I knew she was a prisoner...

and she'd end up beheaded, most probably.

Or even sent to a camp.

I have a strong fear of pain.

I hate myself when I have fear. It's so animal-like...

And there's nothing I can do. I think I could have...

I think if he'd just raised his hand at me...

I would have told him everything.

Who took my soap?

Here you go.

What's that?

That's not mine.

I had a bar of soap, damn it!

Stop shouting, people are sleeping.

You bastards.

You stole my soap.

We'll pick you up at 6:00 p.m.

I forgot to tell you, circus is postponed till Saturday.

I have some urgent business.

But you promised, Dad!

And the food here isrft good. We could have gone to a restaurant.

- Eat. - That's the Way it is, I'm sorry.

Not fair.

Is it true you arrested 80,000 Jews last week?

What do you mean �you�?

The Gestapo.

I told you, I don't work for the Gestapo.

I work in the police department, it's not the same.

They said French police organized a big roundup.

No idea. I'm not part of that.

It's just rumors.

Who told you about it?

My dentist.

He wants to escape to the free zone.

Tell him not to leave Paris Without a pass. It's dangerous.

I'll get him a pass.

Jules...

Emile, Wait outside. I'll be right there.

Come on.

You said the war would end soon.

Agn�s, stop it.

I might have said it but...

What will happen to us if the Germans lose in Stalingrad?

Don't worry.

I'll take care of us. All right?

Come.

Come.

Come.

Jules, What are you doing?

Jules! - I love you.

Emile!

Come here.

We will see through to completion, despite all obstacles,

the National Revolution...

The boy was born sick.

Emile was often ill in his first three years.

But then he got stronger.

Thanks to Agn�s� good care, I suppose.

He's still a bit fragile.

Even though he's now healthy.

He's very tender.

He takes more after my Wife than myself.

He's too sensitive and sincere.

I worry a lot about him.

I know What people are like.

Today, one in three French Women still dreams of sleeping with a German.

But if the Germans are defeated...

people will be ready to hurl stones at anyone suspected of collaboration.

This morning...

I don't know What got into me.

I couldrft leave the house Without doing it.

I don't know Where my lust for Agn�s came from.

Usually, with love or passion...

I try to find a logical explanation.

But this time...

There might be an explanation.

I don't know.

Maybe. What?

You like ants, but when it comes to your school report...

Look, the ants are carrying huge objects.

Your school report isrft good.

And you didn't Want to study during the holidays.

- Look�. - Sit clown.

Mom says you have problems with German.

Why?

You can tell me.

You're smart, you could get good grades.

I don't like German or the Germans.

Don't ever say that again! Understood?

Understood? Don't you ever say that again.

- Never again! - Why?

Because ifs silly and dangerous.

And I'm asking you not to.

But you and Mom don't like them either.

Stop eavesdropping on grown-ups, you don't understand.

And besides...

Upon order of the military jury of the Resistance...

Spare me the details.

Just let me finish my cigarette.

- Daddy? - Get lost, boy!

- Go. Go. Daddy, no!

- Daclcly! - Go!

No! No!

Mr. Garnier Miohaucl isn't coming. You're going back to prison.

My name is Helmut Karl Otto Dietrich von und zu Axenberg.

I was born in Berlin in 1915.

I studied Slavic studies and law at Heidelberg University.

I'm German...

and I'm a nobleman.

Which I am proud of.

As is everyone in my family.

My ancestor, Christoph zu Axenberg,

fell during the decisive cavalry attack at the Battle of Zorndorf.

Ulrich Forke, my maternal great-grandfather...

was shot in the Beaugency forest in 1870...

by a French territorial soldier.

And finally, Hauptmann Dietrich zu Axenberg...

my father.

He distinguished himself during a Danube crossing in 1914...

and again two years later near Namur.

There were many great Germans in our family.

My great-uncle was Friedrich Nietzsche� cousin.

He also was one of the founders

of the Nueva Germania settlement in South America.

I loved our family home.

That huge, mysterious park with its SOO-year-old oak trees.

It was with a heavy heart that I was forced to sell it.

But when my mother died,

I realized my duty wouldn't allow me a tranquil life...

just me and my books, away from the hectic city life.

We were lucky to sell the house at all.

It's not the best time to invest in German property.

People are buying villas in South America.

In Paraguay, for example.

I once worked for some gentlemen there.

If you like, I could try to find something for you as well.

Not that I share their view, but...

ifs just very popular.

I see.

So the rats are leaving, are they?

Isn't it a little early?

- Send the silverware to Berlin. - Yes, sir.

The furniture goes to my uncle in Munich.

Yes, sir.

Take it all.

Clothes, linen, everything.

You were a loyal servant to her. Almost her entire life.

Thank you.

A few months ago...

I publicly commented on this subject

and made it very clear...

The new uniform suits you, sir.

...the attempt by our second frontline.

Sir! Something terrible has happened.

- I beg you, please help us. - What has happened?

The SS are deporting two elderly residents.

They're Jews.

They're taking their niece as well. She lives with my brother.

They're not married, but she's like a Wife to him.

You know he's disabled.

And she takes care of him.

I hope you realize that your brothers way of life is unworthy of a German.

All right.

These two are only half Jewish.

Yes, Standartenfuhrer.

Half-Jews are also to be deported to the Eastern territories.

You know me, I used to bring you bread.

Tell them that its true.

Granddad, tell them that we always attended church.

- Always, without fail. - You come with me!

No, Carl! No!

But this means that their niece...

whose mother is Hungarian, only has a quarter Jewish blood.

Yes, but we're following orders.

The order reads: �Persons who are at least half Jewish

are subject to deportation.�

She stays here, take the other two.

Let her go!

Help!

Thank you.

Help us!

Klara, I love you.

My way of escaping reality was to read Russian literature.

You see, everything that was going on in Germany...

the crisis, the decadence...

mass unemployment, the Treaty of Versailles...

it disgusted me.

Twelve-year-old prostitutes with crimson lips.

Horrifying.

Horrifying.

I realized that Germany was about to plunge into the abyss.

It was sinking into a sickening mire.

Every decent German was in despair.

I couldrft see a Way out.

All our hopes had died.

Do you understand?

Can you imagine how I felt?

I didn't know What to do.

Nobody knew.

The Jews and the Communists were triumphing.

The latter Wanted a revolution.

The former profited from our insignificance,

our humiliation.

Maybe the Jews don't really drink the blood of our newborns,

but the image certainly works.

In any case, they're not far from it.

But there's a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

Pull over.

I started the war as an Untersturmfuhrer and I quickly rose through the ranks.

I was very competent. I performed my duty honorably.

As the commanding officer of several Einsatzkommandos,

I was sent to the Eastern Front.

Yes, for five months.

I was injured there.

I was awarded the Knighfs Cross with Oak Leaves and then promoted.

I joined the National Socialists in 1933.

I still remember how it felt.

As if a Wave of radiant joy

was lifting me out of the abyss of despair.

It's hard to explain.

You had to be there to feel it.

His speeches where more than just Words.

They touched our souls.

A great idea had found a great man, and he knew how to express it.

Under his leadership, we would not only revive Germany...

...we would build an entire new world...

a paradise for our people,

a German paradise on earth.

Reichsfuhrer Himmler is expecting you.

I'm delighted to see someone boasting such ancient lineage

joining the ranks of the SS.

Our enemies claim SS officers and soldiers are psychopaths and sadists.

But in fact, the genius of our idea is

that the SS corps consist of decent family men:

pharmacists, butchers, bakers.

Of course, we need noblemen as well.

What matters to us is not social class, but the purity of Aryan blood.

The majority of German nobility is degenerate.

Not to mention the Italians and of course the English.

Biologically speaking, the nobility is doomed to degeneration.

But, seeing you here,

I gladly admit that your family has avoided this fate. I'm glad.

Your candidacy has been approved.

I carft even imagine...

that he's aware of my existence.

He knows everything about you. He read your record.

Moreover...

he believes you have a great future.

Only people like yourself, battle-hardened,

know that war means life itself...

in its most vivid and typical manifestation.

Dying for the fatherland and our cause

is the ultimate honor for people like you.

These are the features of our future leaders.

Did you say �leaders�?

The Fuhrer plans to get even with Russia,

to enter into a pact with England

and then to annihilate the USA and the Jewish bankers.

Then his mission will be completed, and he'll resign immediately.

Impossible!

He himself told me so.

He stood by the Window...

looked at the setting sun, and said,

�Heinrich, wars come and go.

And What remains?

Our vast cultural treasures.

My dream is to be an unknown artist...

walking the streets of Rome, Florence, Ravenna and Siena.

I'm even prepared to change my appearance.

The creation of a German paradise

will be achieved by the next generation.�

He was right. Wars come and go.

Only vast cultural treasures remain.

What's wrong? Are you unwell?

If you'll please excuse me, Reichsfuhrer.

Just a moment. Here you go.

I want you to have this ring as a token of your affiliation with our brotherhood.

This ring of honor shall unite you with all SS members

and with me personally.

Look, these two sig runes symbolize the abbreviation SS.

The swastika and the Hagal rune represent our unfaltering faith...

in the predetermined victory of our philosophy.

And look here, the engraving inside...

�To my dear...�

followed by your name.

And here's my signature.

�Heinrich Himmler.�

Try it on. On your left ring finger.

Yes, always Wear the skull on the inside.

Does it fit? Do you like it?

It's wonderful, Reichsfuhrer.

Wear it with honor.

And now, let's discuss your mission.

I was impressed by Himmlefis frankness.

He told me about the Fuhrefis dreams.

And about Hitler's plan to find a successor among the young leaders.

There's something else I'd like to say.

At Himmlefis headquarters...

Well, something happened to me there.

Maybe I made it all up,

but the whole time I was there...

I had this strange feeling that something...

that something invisible was there in the room.

Some kind of creature or...

Something that makes your blood run cold.

I felt it most in his office.

I looked at Himmler, but the air behind him was shimmering.

My hands turned ice cold and I began to sweat.

Maybe...

It could have been the result of a concussion.

I was Worried Himmler would notice it,

but it all Went swimmingly.

I was happy with the new mission that the Reichsfuhrer entrusted me with.

It concerned corruption in concentration and extermination camps.

Himmler said there were shocking rumors of large-scale thefts.

And he Wanted to verify this information.

He invested me with special authority

to conduct inspections.

What is this?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

If you want to remain barracks leader, you kick like this.

Understood?

Yes.

Like this.

Perform your duty properly.

I Want perfect order.

Actually, you only feel fear at the beginning.

After that, there is no fear and no pain.

Nothing matters anymore.

There was Rosa.

Rosa, the Jewish woman.

The Germans didn't know she was Jewish.

They thought she was Armenian.

I wouldn't have known either.

Armenians, Jews...

She could have been Ossetian. She was a redhead.

I clon't know, she was probably decent.

Had we met somewhere else...

perhaps we'd be drinking vodka together.

Through me you go to the grief-wracked city.

Through me you go to everlasting pain.

Through me you go a pass among lost souls.

Justice inspired my exalted Creator:

I am a creature of the Holiest Power,

of Wisdom in the Highest and of Primal Love.

Nothing till I was made was made, only eternal beings.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Sometimes I think it was a dream.

There is a big, bright living room.

Some fluffy cushions...

with laced covers.

And everybody� walking barefoot.

I also remember that on the floor...

there's grass.

It smells so nice.

And I'm sitting on my dads shoulders.

What are you doing up there? Get clown to work! Move!

Do you Want three hours on the ground again?

Hurry up! Come on!

My boots... Where are my boots?

Move it! Move your feet! Faster!

- Have you seen my boots? - Screw your boots.

Come on, Work!

Work!

Hey, you! Get up. Time to Work!

Are you having a rest?

Are you deaf?

L-low can I go? Someone stole my boots.

Why don't you go barefoot?

You'll survive.

Move it!

Is she dead? She's dead!

She's dead.

- Get off, they're mine. - Let go!

Get off!

I need them.

I need them more!

They're mine.

Get lost!

Get your hands off me!

- Give it back! - Don't touch me.

Cigarettes. If you had cigarettes...

you could exchange them for many things.

Bread, clothes.

You could have someone killed for cigarettes.

I could just say, �Here's a pack, go kill that one.�

And someone would have done it.

You're a thief!

You're a thief, I'll kill you!

- I'll kill you! - What are you doing?

What are you looking at?

Let go of him!

- What are you doing? Let go, I said! Bastard!

- What's going on? - Yid!

Don't you know you shoulcln't fight?

He started it! It was him.

Janek?

Is it you?

And you, come over here!

And you're Danik?

Do you remember me, Olga?

Olga, from Paris. Do you remember?

I sheltered you. You where sleeping oh the chest with the blue bird oh it.

I used to sing a song to you. You where scared and couldrft sleep.

You remember? Why are you here?

Why didn't you run away?

Why aren't you saying anything?

Say something!

I told you to go to Aunt lr�ne. Did you run away? Why are you here?

I did my best to save you!

Janek? l-low did you end up here?

How did this happen?

Don't cry.

Please don't cry.

I'm here, now. I'll protect you.

Don't you cry. Don't cry!

I'm here with you. You're like my own sons.

Do you recognize me now?

Say something.

My dear boys. I'm so happy.

You're alive!

Who takes care of you here?

- Look at you! - There was a lady but they killed her.

Are you alone?

Now you'll stay with me. It's going to be fine. You'll see.

At first I thought I'd seen them at the station.

I thought I'd seen them.

But I was such a coward, I didn't turn to look again.

I knew I couldrft run to them, couldrft grab them.

Then... how was it possible?

Walking in the yard and there they Were.

It's unbelievable.

The two of them, just standing there. Fighting again.

I took them with me.

Everybody dies, and I'm alive. Why?

All my people die, and I'm still alive.

Will you caress me?

What do I get for it?

Two cigarettes.

Want some lipstick? Brand-new.

Go. I'll look after them.

Get one cigarette for me too.

Although...

That wasn't...

That wasn't really the worst part.

The worst part was seeing the ground moving.

We threw the bodies into pits,

sometimes five to ten layers on top of each other...

and then quickly buried them beneath the soil.

But not all of them were dead yet.

Some were still twitching or...

still breathing.

Some tried to get out.

That's why the ground was moving.

It...

It...

It was pulsating.

It was alive.

Right beneath my feet.

Have you been shown your living quarters yet?

I hope ifs satisfactory.

Yes, thank you.

If you need anything, just let me know.

A girl perhaps?

The good thing about the camp is that you can satisfy your needs

Without anyone complaining.

- Are you trying to bribe me? - Of course.

A world Without bribery

would be inhumane, wouldnt' it?

- How about a schnapps? - No, thanks.

I'll allow myself one.

Well, let's start.

Rex, my boy.

Come here.

Now, then.

Voue,

this is my camp.

This is the station,

these are the Warehouses, the barracks,

the gas chamber and the crematorium.

Since extermination became the camps main function,

we've faced constant problems.

We have 106 barracks, built for 700 people each.

But I'm cramming 1,200 into each. And it seems to work.

They fit in somehow.

But the thing is...

there are several trains a day arriving from Hungary.

I don't know Where to put them all.

So I take them straight to the gas chamber.

I have a target, to exterminate 10,000 people per day.

And...

we manage!

There you go.

The gas chamber is not our main problem.

The crematorium is, burning them.

The furnaces are already operating at maximum capacity.

There's not enough time for a full cremation.

The bones and skulls that are left over all take up space.

Sometimes we even have to burn them in the pits.

They claim the furnaces have been improved.

And What happened?

The furnace of Crematorium 3 cracked after two Weeks.

We had to suspend operations in order to repair it.

It has a shitty design.

The selection process comes with a lot of responsibility.

The selection process comes with a lot of responsibility.

It requires specialists.

You have to decide at first glance...

who might be useful for the Reich

and who goes straight to the crematorium.

I mean, how would you go about it?

Damn architects!

These idiots planned it all wrong.

We often have northerly winds,

carrying over the stench from the crematorium.

Anyway...

After all, we're not wimps, are we?

Of course.

I've got a good orchestra here, haverft I?

They'll play for me 24 hours a day.

Have you known the Reichsfuhrer long?

Not especially.

He doesrft trust me anymore.

- Why do you think that? - Well...

I've heard a lot about you.

Wasrft it you who turned the Dachau camp upside down?

Poor Kunz.

You had him shot, didn't you?

We discovered annoying discrepancies in Kunz's books.

He was siphoning off money.

Let me tell you something, my dear Standartenfuhrer.

The further our troops retreat, the more corruption we'll see.

There's nothing to be done.

Don't you see?

In places like Dachau, in Treblinka...

in Auschwitz and in Majdanek,

we've got the best SS people on the job.

The best men in the Reich.

They are totally exhausted, they haverft slept for days.

I told them,

who cares how much someone might have taken?

It's nothing compared to What they contribute to our cause.

Nothing at all!

I'm acting on the order of the Reichsfuhrer, Obersturmbannfuhrer.

If I find out that anyone has committed any irregularities...

I will have him executed.

At war, there are always sadists and madmen,

who commit atrocities that are cruel beyond Words.

I noticed Krause was rude and aggressive towards his colleagues.

I'm convinced he hated me from the bottom of his heart.

Krause also let me observe the selection process.

The train arrived, they began to unload the people.

I couldht stand the stench of the Jews' clothes and that of the carriages.

When I realized I could no longer bear it,

I said good-bye to the camp commandant...

and returned to my quarters.

I'm sorry.

My God.

Dietrich! - Helmut.

- What are you doing here? - What are you...?

It's a long story.

I'm so happy to see you.

You never dropped me a line, you bastard.

I don't like writing letters.

And you? Why didn't you write to me?

Come on, don't play games. You thought I'd been killed ages ago.

You're right.

You're right.

I often thought of you though.

What's wrong?

Let's go outside, ifs too loud here.

The natiorfs elite...

Eugen, good to see you.

You know What? My...

Shall we go to my place?

I have some cognac left.

Let's go.

This was in Ukraine.

That's me.

Friedrich, sticking his tongue out.

He was killed the next day. Probably the last photo of him.

I wrote to his mother. He asked me to do it before he died.

I don't know who that is.

Nice photo.

Yes, I like it too.

Give me...

Hang on.

Why did you take this one?

It's for my nephew.

He's five.

If I'm still alive in ten years' time...

I'll show it to him.

Look at all your books.

Most of them are in Russian.

Hey, Dietrich.

You have a lot of Russian books.

Yes.

Half of the Kharkiv library.

By the way...

there is a Chekhov first edition,

published during his lifetime.

- It's priceless. - You can have it, if you want.

Look.

I'm sure my Russian isn't as good as yours anymore.

Tell me, did you ever finish your thesis on Chekhov?

It'll have to wait till after the war.

- I'll tell you something unbelievable. - What's that?

It's for your thesis.

A small, insignificant detail.

But a true one.

Chekhov had a fianc�e, Dunya Efros...

from a rich Jewish family.

I read it in his letters.

But it didn't work out.

Anton Pavlovich Wanted the dowry,

but Dunyafs father didn't let her convert.

It turned Chekhov into a full-blown anti-Semite.

It turned Chekhov into a full-blown anti-Semite.

So here's the story:

Chekhovs former fianc�e

Went to the gas chamber here not long ago.

She was 67 years old.

I heard about it by chance.

Helmut!

Come, let's have a drink.

Sorry.

When you...

are there...

you don't see, hear, notice or understand anything.

You're kind of walking...

always staring clown in front of you.

First, I used to clean the barracks, just like everyone else.

But then I got lucky.

I was sent to the warehouse.

We were sorting things.

The glasses go there, the lighters go there.

The boots go there.

First it was people, then boots. Lots of boots.

I found it very interesting that Dunya Efros had been at the camp.

I knew shed married a rich lawyer, a Jew by the name of Konovitser.

I knew shed married a rich lawyer, a Jew by the name of Konovitser.

So she must have been registered here under his name.

Dietrich had heard it from a kapo,

who in turn had heard it from someone whid been in the same carriage.

So it could be true.

Wait! Buttons!

Bone buttons are useless,

but fabric ones need to be checked.

There might be coins inside.

Cigarettes, cigarettes!

Hurry UP!

Here, take it. Come here! Take it!

- Only two? I found them. - Not there!

Hurry up! We've got a new train arriving. Move it!

They always search us.

Imagine if she catches us.

We'll get beaten, What else?

If its clothes, food, cigarettes...

If we take too much, we'll be kicked out.

First of all, there was the warehouse.

It processed all the belongings of those arriving by train.

Everyone was stealing there, even the supervisors.

But theft was rife everywhere, not just in the warehouse.

The commandants had found a never-ending source of income.

They even profited from the prisoners' food.

Therefore I had to check the prisoners' ratiohs against the official quotas.

I knew What to expect from previous experience.

The rations would be too small.

I knew the method.

The commandants were in cahoots with the suppliers.

For example, the report says that a ton of root vegetables was ordered.

But they only deliver half a ton.

The other half they share among themselves.

And then they even took something off the delivered half.

From the officers clown to the prisoner cooks, everyone was involved.

It wasn't me!

You'll go to the other group.

- Clean this shit up, you dirty bitch! - Olga, help me!

What's going on here?

Why is there such disorder?

You're too slow.

- We need more people. - I sent you some more.

They're just too weak.

Just calm clown.

- I-low many more will arrive today? - Three.

Sort out this mess. Is that clear?

As you can see, Stanclartenfuhrer, we oarTt prevent theft.

I don't have enough people.

I recognized her from the back of her neck.

She used to turn her head as if she had a sore neck.

My heart was about to jump out of my chest.

I looked at her,

but only realized a moment later that it really was her.

She really was here, in this camp.

Krause came over and said something to me...

but I didn't hear him.

I couldrft believe it was her.

We met in Italy, in August 1933.

At Villa Mancini in Tuscany.

Beautiful. ifs a beautiful region.

She was sitting in a Wicker chair, wearing a lovely hat.

She was smoking...

with her legs crossed.

I could see her ankles.

You know, I've always had a thing for...

feet.

And then she said with her raspy voice...

�Lie on top of me, crush me.�

Or maybe she didn't say a word, I'm not sure.

I just remember her huge pupils,

her eyes looking through me, full of fear or horror.

I'm not great at seducing women.

Maybe I dreamt it all, being drunk.

The next morning, she was gone.

She had left,

Without saying good-bye.

I found her address and sent her a letter.

I was Waiting for a reply, maybe a postcard with a polite rejection.

But I got nothing.

I kept on writing and Waiting for a reply, but nothing came.

Writing to her and Waiting for an answer became an obsession for me.

I like waiting.

I can Wait for a long time.

For my entire life, if necessary.

It was nothing, a silly game.

He started writing me letters, but I didn't reply to any of them.

He had beautiful handwriting.

The prince found his letters and became very jealous.

The prince...

I doh't think he would care if I hitched up my skirt,

yet he was jealous of letters.

What did he see in those letters?

And why would anyone write to a Woman who doesn't respond?

At the villa, Prince Kamensky, my future husband, was courting me.

I married him later.

I remember the moment when I realized I would marry him.

We were playing blindmarfs buff.

We blindfolded him, spun him round...

and ran away to drink champagne.

And he just stood there, with his arms spread.

So awkward and so pathetic.

What for?

Well...

I don't Want to remember this. What for?

I was allowed to choose a servant from the prisoners.

Krause advised me to take an Adventist.

Because they're German and keep themselves clean.

I told them to send me Olga as a cleaner.

I'm finished.

Is there anything else?

Have a shower.

Then get into bed.

Look at me. Why are you shaking your head?

Where have you been? The lights will go out soon.

Leave her alone. Shes got an ID from the boss now.

Come here, quick.

Come here, look What I've got.

That's right.

Don't refuse a gift.

Come with me, you shouldrft stay with her.

- Where are you taking them? - You'll be with me now.

- No need to be with this shiksa. - They are ours!

Wait. Be quiet.

Auntie Rosa has something for you.

You'll be with me now.

No need to mix with this shiksa.

I was glad when she took them.

After all, she was the block leader.

She could hide them, feed them, protect them...

She could.

No, I don't know...

I think ifs good that...

I think ifs good that I had no children.

It's incredible.

She refused to believe that Jews are parasites and exploiters.

Once the danger of anti-Semitism disappears,

the Jews lose all inhibitions.

Since relocation wasn't viable...

we had only one option:

extermination.

So we decided to kill the Jews, young and old, all of them.

...following relentless fighting,

have completely destroyed the German garrison in Belgrade...

and today, on October 20...

liberated the capital of allied Yugoslavia

from the German invaders.

Here you are.

You know, I admire the Bolsheviks.

They live for their cause.

Stalin is...

an extraordinary individual.

Had I been born in Russia and not in Germany...

I would have become a Communist.

They want to create a paradise on earth.

And they are capable of it.

Being with him, my life had become so much better.

I didn't have to starve anymore.

You carft imagine the happiness

when you don't have to think about food all the time.

Simply not having to think about food.

It's amazing how quickly you turn

from an animal back into a human being.

A woman.

Just a few days and...

I was already thinking about lipstick, my hair and my skin.

All it took was some food and some sleep.

Come here.

Remember how hot it was there?

Look who it is.

Come here.

What's wrong?

I have to take this to the laundry. Give me your handkerchief, please.

He had a razor in the bathroom.

Why not?

What lay ahead for him? Nothing but torment.

So why live?

Nothing lay ahead for me either.

No salvation.

He knows and appreciates Brahms and Tolstoy.

He likes Chekhov.

Who did this to him?

I remember him in Italy.

I-low could it be... Who could have...

He couldrft have done it to himself. And What if it was him...

What if he did do it himself?

Do you have anything to drink?

Here...

Shoot me in the head.

- Shoot me in the head! Put the gun away!

Shoot me in the head!

I worft die, I'm immortal.

I'm an Ubermensch.

I've survived tanks rolling over me.

You know how?

I buried myself.

If you die, they bury you.

And if you Want to survive,

bury yourself.

I was buried,

but I rose from the dead.

So, I'll never die again.

But I'm not the only one who's immortal here. They are as well.

They're all still alive.

They're everywhere, Helmut.

Everywhere.

They're like ribbons of mist.

Here, right behind you.

They're also here in this room. They're just hiding.

And if you go to the forest,

they'll show up among the trees.

Do you see them?

The ghosts of those we killed.

Ghosts don't exist.

We ourselves have become ghosts.

It's time to admit we lost everything.

Everything-

5:00 a.m., Heidelberg...

back during one springtime...

at university.

It was end-of-term exam time.

We were debating Chekhov all night long.

In our halls.

You still remember?

And then...

through the Window...

in the silence...

the gentle tapping of female heels on the pavement.

Here.

Pervitin.

It's a great help.

So is heroin.

Chekhovs fianc�e Went to the gas chamber.

He was in love with her. Ms. Efros, the Jew.

What do you think your Chekhov would say...

if he knew What was going on in the world?

He would say nothing.

I've always loved you.

You know why?

Because you are so handsome.

And so stupid.

You really believe your paradise is for everyone?

That we are equal?

It's ridiculous.

There will be people like me in paradise too.

The sons of bakers and pharmacists.

And people like you.

Noblemen...

who are hiding grand thoughts...

Knut!

- ...behind high foreheads. - I need you here.

You've always been better than me.

I used to love you for it. But now I feel sorry for you.

Take him away.

All the best, Dietrich.

- Knut! - Yes?

How did you get on at school?

Well, so-so.

But you do love the Fuhrer.

Oh, yes, Standartenfuhrer.

We'd never betray him, right?

- No, sir! - No, sir!

Heil... Heil...

Take him away, and make sure he gets to bed.

Where are you taking me? You shithead.

I'll get you out of here.

I'll save you.

We'll go to a beautiful place,

to Nueva Germania,

the German settlement that was founded by my great uncle.

In South America.

In Paraguay.

We'll sit in silence side by side...

looking at the black cypress in the moonlight.

You'll apply cream to my sunburnt shoulders.

We'll drink cheap Wine...

and look into each othefis eyes.

Nothing more.

Come here!

A German passport and a Red Cross certificate.

To go to Switzerland.

I'll keep them for you.

Is it true? You will take me away?

Yes.

Say it again. Is it true?

Say �yes. �

It's so wonderful. Oh, God.

So wonderful.

What do you Want me to do now?

You are such a good man! So good.

It's such a good plan! You are so good.

You're wonderful.

You're amazing.

I love you.

I love everything about you.

Finally I understand...

You have the right to do whatever you are doing.

You're so different.

Totally different.

Different, not like all the others.

What are you saying?

What are you saying?

Olga, What are you saying?

I finally understand.

You have the right, you really do.

The right to do What you do. You're so completely different.

You're so...

All of you... You're so...

You're wonderful. You're right.

Your people are a great nation, the master race. I'll follow you...

What are you saying?

What are you saying? Have you gone mad?

You're an intelligent woman!

- Why are you shouting? - Doh't you dare even think that way!

- Who knocked that into your head? - You are a master race.

It's just a pack of lies, all of it!

God!

Of course,

the Ubermensch has no doubts.

The Ubermensch is not afraid of death.

Neither his own, nor someone else's.

The Ubermensch is self-sufficient.

Stop it! I don't know. Stop it.

Stop it!

Enough.

Hey, you! Are you too good for us? Go take your lunch.

Go to hell.

Take it, I'll eat it.

You eat your gruel.

That's right.

Don't listen to Rosa. She is just scum.

All kapos are scum.

Go feed that bitch. She thinks she's too good for us how.

Hold her down.

Come here.

Come on, come here.

Come here.

Hold her down.

Beat the Nazi! Beat her up! For the motherland!

- I'm not eating this. - Hold her down!

Not to her taste...

- Did you like it? - Sit and be quiet.

I was lying in the barracks thinking...

�Tomorrow I'll be out of here. I'll never see this again.�

It was such a heavenly thought.

�We'll go far away...

and we'll never remember this ever again.�

And here is the list of confiscated valuables.

Schulmann!

What a swine.

So you Want to finish me?

What dirt did you dig up?

What do you have?

Evidence.

You're a thief.

I'm acting on behalf of the Reichsfuhrer, and I'll report it like it is.

You're hindering my work.

A thief?

Well, I'm a thief, and you're an idiot.

A hypocrite.

You dream of paradise...

but there's no heaven Without hell.

And I created this hell.

Me, Hans Krause.

The Reichsfuhrer will turn a blind eye to that.

He doesrft care.

People like me are much more important

to the Reich than people like you.

Who betrayed the Fuhrer?

You noblemen.

Who conspired against him?

You little wimps.

You think I'm hot aware of your relations with that Whore from the 7th barrack?

As I told you, you're hindering my work.

Leave the room, Obersturmbannfuhrer. That's an order.

Fuck your order.

Then came an order to cover up all traces of the crimes.

We had committed crimes, and we knew it.

And we were proud of it, it was our sacrifice.

Now, I was not the only one ready to betray the cause.

We all Were.

Without exception.

I found an officer filling his pockets with valuables.

I told him to give it all back, and he openly defied me.

Human nature was beginning to snow its face.

I Want to take the children with me.

What?

Two Jewish children.

I hid them in Paris, now they are here.

Impossible.

No.

Do you understand? It's impossible.

You're the superior, the inspector.

They're afraid of you, they worft touch you.

Yes, they might leave me alone.

But you'll get shot immediately.

The children too.

Is that What you Want?

So What shall I do?

Get changed and come to the car.

It will be Waiting by the entrance to the railway ramp.

At 5:00 p.m.

Here.

I have things to do.

I was looking at the gun, then at him.

I imagined shooting him right in the forehead.

The bullet making a hole...

You're going on vacation.

Take her with you.

Save her.

The car is waiting.

This will get you to Switzerland.

Do it for me.

I felt as if I was speeding towards a wall.

I suddenly felt like a little boy again,

who Wanted nothing more than...

to lie next to her.

To lie in the heat and keep silent. Yes, keep silent.

My equilibrium had been upset.

It was a moment of great Weakness.

A moment of disgrace.

The entire world around me had lost its equilibrium.

May I?

The commandant is dead.

I know.

Get on with it.

Do what we agreed.

Where's the barracks leader?

I'm the new one, Rosa is sick.

These are the sick ones who didn't go to work.

Muster them together. - The sick as Well?

Bring all of them outside. Quick!

I Want all 29 outside.

The sick and the weak to the disinfection. Hurry up!

You have ten minutes.

41233.

- Move. - Come on!

81815.

- 10172. - I'll go to work now.

No more work, ifs time to die. Move!

4254. Quick. Let's go!

1711. Get out of bed. Move it! Come on!

3043. Hurry up!

What did I say? 4030.

Come on, faster!

Get up! 4326.

Olga.

Come here.

Don't you get it? 9014.

6208, 9812. Get up!

5981, 4032.

Olga, I know you will escape.

And we're going to the gas chamber now.

Would you do me a...

I have this...

Would you please send it?

To my daughter Shura in Kemerovo.

Will you make sure it gets there?

Put enough stamps on it, so it gets to Kemerovo.

So that she knows I love her. And doesrft Wait for me.

I'll go.

I'll go for you.

You have someone to live for.

Your daughter in Kemerovo.

These two.

And I have no one.

No one.

There's no reason...

There should be a reason.

You should live.

You'll get better.

You'll see. You'll definitely get better.

All will be fine.

- Olga. dust fine.

Where is 10172?

All will be fine.

Where is 10172?

Tell your daughter about me.

Let's go, down the stairs.

Move it!

Go on!

Don't stop!

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Watch it, you idiot!

No, ifs not true, I...

I I feel sorry that Emile saw his fathefls death.

I'm also sorry that I made my Wife suffer.

I hope I didn't, but...

but still...

I'm also sorry that I didn't get to sleep with that Russian princess.

I don't need to justify any of my actions.

With my head held high and hope in my heart, I accept death.

I have become an Ubermensch...

the first of many yet to come.

I'm a pioneer.

A merciless, great era will inevitably dawn on our planet.

And it was us who laid the foundation for it.

We who were the first to fall.

Granted, we lost the war.

Germany won't enjoy victory, happiness or legal immunity.

Let the others have it.

But let the German paradise be blessed.

Even if we are destined for hell.

If there is one reason why our cause wort become reality,

then that reason is...

because it is perfect.

Mankind is not ready for perfection.

I don't know why I Went instead of Rosa.

I carft explain why. Something made me do it.

It wasn't my choice. It just happened.

You see,

evil will grow Without anyone's help.

But the good always needs one big final push

to carry the hope that beyond evil...

there will be a miracle...

and that love does exist.

Now I have nothing to fear but my God.

Yes, I have sinned.

You have nothing to fear.

Enter.

Janek, Danik!