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Scram!

How's it going?

You're good at trigonometry, right?

Yeah, sure.

I talked to Head Cadre Unit Leader Muller.

He can choose two of us for the Gau.

Hitler Youth patrol duty at first, then on to bodyguard duty.

- My dad set it up. - Sit down.

Put textbooks and crib sheets away.

Nothing but pen and notebooks on your desks.

Date at the top right: April 21

- I could put a word in for you. - What year, Timme?

What?

1944, sir!

Right, Timme!

OK, let's start!

Exam in mathematics.

STIELKE, HEINZ, FIFTEEN

ADAPTED FROM THE NOVEL UNWANTED ADVENTURE

BY WOLFGANG KELLNER

DIRECTED BY

EUROPE DURING THE CRUSADES

For outstanding service on the home front,

to mark the occasion of the Führer's 55th birthday,

Heinz Stielke of the Hitler Youth...

DIED FOR THE FUHRER, PEOPLE AND FATHERLAND:

whose father was treacherously killed

by Ukrainian partisans,

is hereby named section leader in the Hitler Youth

in connection with his silver achievement badge.

Congratulations.

The Führer is proud of you.

Keep up the good work.

Grit your teeth, man!

- The Führer elite know no pain. - True.

But they don't miss the mark either.

Good job, Heinz. Good job.

Excuse me, sir.

I just had a talk with Head Cadre Unit Leader Müller.

- |t turns out... - Thank you, Timme. That's enough!

We're doing mathematics here!

You may sit down.

And you can take your notebook with you.

Despite misreading a few questions,

you did astonishingly well.

Beat it.

Excuse me, sir. The principal sent me.

- He wants to see Stielke. - Yes.

Uh, Stielke, go with her.

"Born on October 22, 1929 in Vienna.

Effective immediately, the provisions oi the Law

for the Protection of German Blood and Honor are to be applied.

On the basis of this order,

the student is expelled as of today.

With German regards, School Inspector Goretzki. "."

Were you listening to me, Heinz?

Stielke!

You took racial studies.

Nuremberg, 1935.

Yes, sir! Rally of Freedom.

Proclamation of the Citizenship Law and the German Blood Law.

OK, you do know the drill.

I'm required to expel you from school.

You can get your things and leave the building.

Go home.

- Does that mean I... - Mixed, Stielke. Just mixed.

Whether first or second degree will be determined.

JEWS OUT!

Jew!

You did this.

I wouldn't dirty my hands...

by touching a Yid!

My father fell fighting for the Führer!!

He fought for all of us!

Franzke!!

Notebooks out.

Examination!

What? Again?

This shouldn't bother you, fimme..

Why isn't the blackboard clean?

Class monitor! Why isn't the blackboard clean?

Is this a preparatory high school or a pigsty?

- Mrs. Stielke! - Yes, Mr. Schleiter??

I'll do the rest myself.

OK.

And put some coffee on.

Right.

FRUIT AND VEGETABLES

Heinz?

You know what happened today? They must be crazy!

Look at this!

This here is a Jewish skull.

And this is the Aryan type: Nordic-Germanic.

It can be precisely measured!

And then the racial characteristics:

Good business sense. intellectualism.

Strives for money and power. Vanity and sensitivity.

I knew it! It's pure nonsense!

Do you know what they are saying?

They said Dad was one of them.

Look...

what those bastards did to him!

I'll sort it out.

According to these books,

I'm more Aryan than Timme, and Timme is Aryan.

- Please sit down, Heinz. - |'|| show them!

Sit down.

You must listen to me now.

- You're not saying anything. - A summons.

For the day after tomorrow.

At 2 pm.

- We have to leave. - What about school?

No way!

What happened at school?

I told you! They kicked me out!

They're polluting our blood! They're parasites!

They're trying to destroy our culture!

Ridiculous!

Ridiculous? You can read all about it!

It's all in there! In black and white!

You think I can't read?

Of course you can. Calm down.

I don't need to calm down!

I'll write to the Filhrer..

Air raid.

I'm not going to the shelter.

Fine, we won't go.

Your dad's parents were Jewish.

So what?

It didn't matter back then in Vienna.

When we moved to Berlin,

Dad could get any job he wanted as an engineer.

It was the best time of my life.

He wasn't interested in politics. He hated brawling.

We had everything we needed.

Mixed-race are the worst.

They even made Hm an sweet.

Trains have to keep running.

When Jewish intellectualism and Germanic genetic material mix,

it's even worse than a full Jew for the German people.

This is why we must make ourselves invisible.

Invisible.

Then they can't hurt us.

You'll see.

You'll see.

Heinz?

You're already up. I didn't hear you.

- Where are you going? - I must go.

- -|t's already 7:30. - Not to school!

It'll be fine. I've thought it over.

He probably wasn't even my father.

And you...

- What? - Well...

You know.

I'll show you! I'll show you all!

- One, two, three... - He's already the best.

- Why set it 2 centimeters higher? - Sure, fatty.

Stay on the ground. It's safe there.

- Exactly. - Shh!

He's got ambition.

Is he good all around? Academically?

Yes, sure!

Bravo!

- No, not him, Officer. - What?

Excuse me.

Mr. Franzke!!

I'll kill him!

This is treason!

- You're crazy! - Stop! Let him go!

Grab him!

Or are you all Jew lovers?

What are you doing here?

I won't let them deport me!

What's changed all of a sudden'?

We always stuck together!

Through thick and thin!

I was made section leader!

Am I not swift as a greyhound? Am I not tough as leather?

Am I not...

Most of the time, I was better than most!

Shut up, Jew!

I mean, we can't just listen to this, Comrade Leader.

Sure we can. Let him talk!

Next, he'll talk about the chosen people.

Maybe it's not even true!

- And I'm not one of them! - Oh yeah?

Let's see!

Let's vote.

Raise your hand if you think he's a Jew.

- Are you mad, Timme? - Why, sir? It's democracy.

You liked it so much in your Republic back then.

Well?

You go home now, Heinz.

- You bastards! - Get him!

Hey, kid, here!

Hide in there.

Where did he go?

- What are you talking about? - Answer!

Now, now.

Do you have to play your game in the community garden?

Game? He's a filthy Jew!

Where did he go?

This way.

Stay in there till it gets dark.

"Jew."

Fill it's completely dark, then clear out.

Not a sound!

Shit! Not them too!

Don't do anything stupid and stay in there!

They want nothing from us.

Get out! Get out of there!

One came down at Kramm's!!

It could go off at any moment!

Heinz!

My boy!

What is it, Mr. Schleiter?? Where's my mom?

You're alive!

Why didn't she go to the shelter?

- What should I do now? - Stop, please!

Mr. Schleiter, where is my mom?

Can't you see? We've been bombed out.

- Is she at your place maybe? - Uh-uh.

There.

My mom!

Let me go! My mom is dead!

Yes, Heinz. Yes.

Yes.

Dead.

Really?

Come on! Follow me!

You have to get out of here. You must...

Heinz, you must think of yourself now.

You must find someone who will take you in.

Wait, take this.

You need... you need help now.

Thank you.

20 marks! Who's got change for that?

The power is out! It could take a while.

- Yesterday it was two hours. - My goodness!

It's always when they give me their stuff to take!

Oh, what a pain!

Are you staying?

Where are you going?

Bad luck, huh'?

Figured because you keep riding back and forth!

It's no fairground ride after all.

So, orphaned, bombed out, homeless.

- Yes. - Relatives?

None, Detective.

Elementary school, prep school, Hitler Youth, etc.

Uh-huh.

Dismissed. Expelled.

Why?

Good grief!

A genetic defect.

A section leader with polluted blood.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

Why didn't you pick different parents?

You can't pick them.

Is that so?

You can't?

- My parents were good to me. - Jews aren't good.

- But mine... - Jews aren't good!

- Understood?! - Yes, sir!

Sit down.

Star performer in the Hitler Youth, huh?

Yes, sir!

Hm, not fair either.

- Are you already required to work? - No.

What were you thinking?

Everyone obeyed the blackout rule but you!

- It's my fault. - That's what I'm saying.

No!

I killed her.

My mother. She wasn't in the shelter.

Because of me.

Boy, oh boy.

I need to make a telephone call.

You're quite a conundrum.

Hello?

This is Petersen. Please get me the priest.

Mm. Hello, it's Klaus.

It'll have to do. It's not permanent.

Listen, something else. Do you have a spot open?

Almost 16. An orphan.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be calling.

Um... Stielke, Heinz.

He's thin as a rail. You'll find space for him.

OK, OK, I will.

Bye.

You're off to Thuringia..

Orphanage, Catholic, quiet area.

It's nothing to sniff at these days.

Boy, oh boy. You've got some papers.

What can you do with this?

I'd say...

don't breathe a word about this to anyone.

Understood?

Keep your mouth shut! Brinkmann??

You'll be there tomorrow evening at the latest, or else...

you'll be arrested.

Get his papers ready. Marching orders, etc.

- And find him some clothing. - Yes, sir.

And now off with you. I have work to do.

- Thank you. - Out!

The Führer isn't blond either.

And look what he achieved.

I repeat: the train cars must be exited at the platform.

Travelers must wait in the underpass.

The passenger train to Erfurt has been cancelled.

The next connection from Apolda to Erfurt is

tomorrow at 5:36 am.

What do they have?

Tea and pottage. No food stamps needed.

"My mind wasn't on collecting. It's so beautiful in the forest."

Excuse me, could you please save my spot?

Gladly.

"His mother startled:

Good heavens, Franz, this is a death cap. It's..."

American pilots are very efficient: target briefing, approach,

target recognition, drop bombs and there goes a factory.

- Effective. - I know it well.

Warsaw, 1939.

We had to go down into the shelters.

Order from Berlin.

What a mess that was!

The way civilians behave in air-raid shelters.

Panic is the worst.

Yep, the English are different.

They think there's safety in numbers.

- No more soup! - As always, perfectly organized!

VICTORY COM ES BEFORE TRAVEL

Time passes so slowly in here.

- "Mushrooms are like people. - Thank you.

Do you know

who the deadly toadstools are among people?

Franz hugs her proudly:

Yes, Mother, I know. It's the Jews.

Franz's mother laughs and claps him on the shoulder."

What is it, Hilda? Don't fidget so much.

OK, but just one piece. And give the lad one too.

"Just as poisonous toadstools can be any color,

Jews also know how to hide their true identity."

Look.

Here.

These are all Jews.

Excuse me.

You have something.

On your nose.

A booger.

No, now it's on the other side.

It's no use. Just forget about it.

I guess you're stuck with it.

Rude boy!

Halt!

Why didn't you obey my order?

What order?

Oh, do you mean this here?

I didn't see.

What kind of posture is this?

What's that?

Papers.

- Luggage? - None.

You mean: "I am not in possession of a luggage, Squad Leader."

So? What did you mean to say?

I am not in possession "of luggage," Squad Leader!

Is the correct way to say it.

Come with us!

Have you lost your mind?

If anyone had seen that... A child!

We're not in Dachau!

Be tough, Wegner, but also build trust!

Get it through your head!

In the middle of the night and without cause.

So...

- Let him go? - What else?

Wegner, you are dismissed.

So you're the guy?

Come in.

Sit down.

Hungry?

Got a bit of a smart mouth, huh?

Are you from Berlin?

OK, then, let's take a look.

Go ahead.

A Catholic orphanage? Why would you go there, my boy?

The way you look.

Well...

It's all here: Aryan certificate.

We can easily get a family tree later.

Listen.

You're joining us.

Someone like you belongs with us anyway.

We have our own unit. You'll go there for training.

And then...

when you're ready, you'll come back to me.

Me? In the SS? How'?

Don't give me that look.

You're young.

You can make something of yourself here.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

Nothing is impossible.

We in the SS can do anything we want.

But, Storm Leader, I really can't.

Why not?

You're either with us or against us, Heinz.

Junior Storm Leader Pawelczyk.

Cut... out down?

He was trying to hang himself?

Where had he been hiding?

The rat. They really are...

To me immediately!

I really can't.

We'll talk about it later.

I left school.

So what?

- Were you working? - No, I was expelled.

Kicked out.

Not for political reasons, I hope.

No, no. Bad behavior.

I see.

We'll drive that out of you. I'll take you tomorrow.

And tonight...

you'll sleep in my room.

Here.

Down the hall, last door on the right.

Lie down.

Get some rest.

Come on, I'll take you.

It's my private barrack room, so behave yourself.

Get going-

I have things to do.

You can thank me later.

You're still awake.

The man back there...

Disgusting, I know.

But there's no getting around these issues any other way.

It's all part of the epoch-shaping violence of our mission.

It's part of our struggle

for survival against alien ideology.

Against alien infiltration.

It's up to us, a very small elite,

to help Germany fulfill its historical destiny.

This is what Reichsführer Himmler meant when he said:

"Men, you are writing a glorious chapter of history

that will never be recorded because no one must ever...

learn about it."

This is our sacrifice, Heinz.

Only when our blood has been totally purified

can we stop shedding blood.

We didn't ask any of them to hide in our ranks.

They had their chance to leave.

He could have gone to his mishpocha in America or...

wherever.

Their mere existence forces us to resort to measures...

that profoundly disgust us.

This is our fate.

That guy...

Was he a Jew?

You'll learn all about that.

Go to sleep now.

Is he dead?

Tuck yourself in.

I have work to do.

Heinz from Berlin.

Come in.

We were getting worried.

I'd have called my brother tomorrow.

- Your brother? - Yes, Detective Petersen.

- He's your brother? - Why not?

- Did anything happen? - What?

I mean because you were late.

No, not really.

I walked from Apolda.

I lost my ticket.

And the envelope with my papers too.

I see. OK, we'll discuss it all tomorrow.

Tonight, you'll sleep in the sickroom.

Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to your new friends.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You'll learn all about this. You must be hungry.

Mrs. Meinreis.

This is our Mrs. Meinreis.

The heart and soul oi this institution.

And this is Heinz.

The newest member of our family.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Now come with me.

You can sleep in as late as you like tomorrow.

I wish you a good first night under our roof.

Thank you.

Mr. Petersen.

You can call me Father.

I WILL STAND FIRM IN MY BAPTISM

I WILL ABIDE BY THE CHURCH

"May it see me always faithful and obedient to its teachings."

Have a seat.

May your meal be blessed.

Thank you.

There's the little rascal.

But, gentlemen!

What did I do?

Stand to attention!

To salute the commandant...

Eyes left!

Hall 1 present with 39 men and one foreman.

Hall 2 present with 39 men and one foreman.

Hall 3 present with 38 men and one foreman.

- One man is sick. - Why is he... sick?

He was guilty of theft, Commandant.

I hope you hit him on his bare ass.

Yes, Sir, Commandant, on his bare ass.

Good!

Now listen up!

The foreman from room 3 receives

the Cross of Merit for Discipline and Order.

Thank you, Commandant.

I will show myself worthy of the honor.

And you?

You, Arse?

What do you have to say?

Barrack present with 16 men and Arse in front.

I don't hear anything.

Section Leader Stielke, reporting for duty!

The deputy.

Eick! Kühn!

Seidel!

Tacke! Wiener!

One day without rations!

- Why? - 'TWO days!

Deputy, may I introduce you to a real section leader?

Thank you. Join the ranks.

There.

Is this the SS?

Watch out!

You're right on my heels!

- What did I do? - Idiot!

Back to work!

Move!

Tastes great.

The only real food all day.

So dig in.

It's the only thing that keeps us going.

A piece of advice: only slog when they're watching.

Or else your bones will break in a few days.

What kind oi prison is this?

Did they not tell you?

Educational labor camp for problem youths.

I thought it was a concentration camp.

No way.

That's where they send you if you try to escape.

This place is a resort in comparison.

Besides, you're lucky.

Our barracks is the best in the camp.

The others sleep 40 to a room.

So it's not so bad.

How long do we work for?

11 hours a day.

Sundays till noon, then roll call.

Why does he call you "Arse"?

For fun. My name is Arch.

Willi Arch.

And you put up with it?

As long as Hibrandt leaves me be, he can call me whatever he wants.

What's his name?

Gunther von Hibrandt.

He thinks he's a Nibelung. A real Teuton.

There's really no day off?

It's part of our education.

The same thing every day?

At first.

But it might be your turn soon.

It usually takes two weeks.

My turn for what?

Don't talk too much. Don't ask too many questions.

Everyone's a rat here.

- Was that it? - I told you to dig in.

Can't you warn us before you come in?

I had one hell oi a hand.

Stielke, go to the commandant‘s office.

Why?

- Did I do something? - No, resilience training.

I told you your turn would come.

Resilience training'?

Everyone has survived so far Go on now!

COMMANDANTS OFFICE

Come in.

Close the door.

Come closer.

Closer.

- How long have you been here? - 14 days.

That's right. Commandant?

Pants down.

Well?

Hands on the table.

Bend over!

Section Leader, you've been initiated. Answer!

You wanted to tell him something, Commandant.

Hm... That's right.

Now hear this!

From now, the section leader is the new camp supply officer.

- Say thank you. - Thank you, Commandant!

And 20 knockwurst.

Um... 21.

Exactly four pounds.

20.

Section Leader!

Deputy Commandant.

Report to me after breakfast.

Aren't you eating breakfast?

I go shopping every day now. I could help you out in here too.

Not done yet?

Get lost already!

Come in.

Oh, right.

Come in.

Lock the door.

Come here.

Come on.

Undo it.

What?

Come on!

Don't be so shy.

See?

You can do it.

Just look at you!

And now kiss me.

Stielke, go to the commandant‘s office.

What? Again?

I'm here!

Did...

something happen?

Your son'?

The radio.

The news was on the radio.

- What? - Those criminals!

With a bomb!

Was Walter killed?

The Führer!

They tried to blow up our fuhrer!

They tried to assassinate the Führer.

I know.

But he's still alive.

Left face!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...

10,11,12,13...

"The Art of Love."

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO

SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT AND SEXUAL EDUCATION

What's up with you?

Private Arch is getting out of here.

What are you doing'?

The front.

Willi is finally fit for duty. Free at last.

Oh, man! In Russia they're dying like flies.

Russia!

- Poland, kid. - What?

The Eastern Front is in Poland.

But don't worry. I'll be fine.

Sure, that's what they all say.

Didn't I tell you that Private Arch is getting out?

- What do you mean? - You idiot!

Sometimes...

when I'm walking here...

alone...

I also think of getting out.

Dumb idea. They'll catch you.

I still don't get why we're here.

- What's the point. - No?

"Educational camp." What are we learning?

Gratitude. You learn gratitude.

Plus, they need manual labor.

All we cost is a little food.

I guess you don't see it. Not right now, anyway.

But I didn't choose it!

I know, but think about it.

Workers and then cannon fodder. It's simple.

Enjoy the high life while it lasts.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing at all.

Well then...

Here's some advice: don't let it go to your head.

You'll need the others again one day.

Don't worry!

Won't happen to me!

Of course not! Hang in there!

Maybe we'll meet again!

Who knows? See you!

Sublime night with great fires

That shine on all the mountains

Today, the earth must renew itself

Like a newborn child

Mothers, for you are all fires,

And all these stars set up

Mothers, in the depths of your hearts

Beats the heart of the world to come

Young men!

The Führer...

sends you his best wishes

and Yuletide greetings.

Heil Hitler!

One apple each.

In one hour.

Go wash yourself.

- I'm out of polish. - Sure.

Thanks.

No problem.

- For Christmas. - Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Sit down, my love.

I cooked it myself.

Tell me...

Why...

do you still let him beat me?

The resilience training'?

It's our duty to educate you all.

He's the commandant.

You have to balance the good with the bad.

This is why you're sitting at my table.

Mm.

Tastes great.

Just like my mom's.

Come on.

You may take my dress off.

Yes!

Oh, my prince! My Prince!

My prince!

Things should always stay this way.

- What way? - The way they are right now.

You want to marry me?

I'd like to, yes.

You're sweet.

It's just...

- |t wouldn't work. - That's right.

It wouldn't work with Marga.

Marga is much too moody.

She only does what she wants.

You don't let anyone tell you what to do?

- Never. - Even if everyone's against you?

Especially not then.

Let's say...

just theoretically...

you fell in love with someone...

a man...

and he isn't a pure Aryan.

And you don't know it.

But then you suddenly find out he is...

Would you still...

Would I still sleep with him?

Are you crazy?

There are laws against that.

But if Marga breaks the law, it must be worth it.

Barrack present with 16 men.

Section leader in front, a new boy in the back.

New boy, step forward.

No need, Gunther.

I've already seen him.

Then... dismissed!

- I'd like to tell you something. - Yes?

I'm grateful to you, really.

For everything.

Very much.

I know.

Come, |'|| show it to you.

See, it's done.

Do you like it?

Are they a||...?

- Don't you like it? - You were with all of them!

Section Leader!

You forget yourself.

- But I love you! - Bight.

You're supposed to.

New boy, to the commandant's office.

- Why do they want to see me? - Scram!

Go on!

- Something wrong? - Back to Rosy Palmer.

Shut up, asshole! On the double!

A brand-new paintbrush, a brand-new painting.

Time for a little feast, boys!

Quiet!

Well, what have we here?

Read too much Jack London, huh'?

- You ran away, didn't you? - No!

I didn't! Honestly! Really!

Calm down! Where are you from?

Bombed out.

Charlottenburg.

What, from Berlin?

No way! Me too!

Noah“.

What's it look like there? When did you leave?

Last week.

And, what's it look like there?

On Quitzowstrasse?

A lot is destroyed, right'?

- Yeah, a lot. - Everything?

No, a bit is still standing.

Yeah?

Not so sure about Moabit. I haven't been there in a while.

- What about your parents? - Dead.

Both oi them.

Shit!

- Where are you going? - The front.

- The front! - Eastern Front.

I know a guy there. I'll join him.

How old are you?

- They'll take me. - Oi course they will.

They're looking for heroes.

But you're already shitting your pants.

Come on, be reasonable.

Going to war!

Never been laid, but eager to fight to the last.

- I have a woman. - You have what?

You know...

With real...

You're full of surprises. And you're going to see her?

No.

I see. Didn't have enough up top, huh?

And now you're looking for another.

Oh, man!

I thought I'd seen it all!

A guy who looks like you should be preserved from damage.

What would the women do without you?

Women aren't good.

That's right.

But you may change your mind.

Most men do.

That's no reason to go to war, though.

I might have something for you.

Our boss is supposed to send a man

to the labor service training camp in Husung.

But that man is gone. So I could talk to him.

We'll change the name. But you have to work hard!

Show me your papers.

I don't want to go to the labor service.

Kid!

With us, you'll survive.

We built Germany. The autobahn and everything.

"We build things up, then tear them down.

We've got work in every town."

Understand?

Things are always being built.

I don't have any papers. They got burned.

That won't be a problem.

So?

What do you say?

HUSUNG NORTH SEA

Pardon me.

How do I get to the labor service camp?

Why would you go there?

You can work just as well at my place.

And I have...

a camp bed for you.

No, no! I definitely have to report there.

Then I guess not. Just keep going that way.

Bye. Giddy-up.

Giddy-up.

- Going to the labor service camp? - No, but it's in this direction.

- Is it far? - No, just a little bit more.

Down this road?

Like I said.

You're also going this way?

This is the only road there is.

When I have a free day, I always go to see Grandpa.

He has to do everything himself. I help him.

But I like doing it.

- You don't have any parents either? - No.

It's comfy at Grandpa's house.

- Do you have far to go now? - No, I'll be fine.

They're pretty heavy.

Maybe you'd like a hot meal?

- And your grandpa? - He's a good guy.

- By the way, what's your name? - Heinz.

I'm 6am.

I'm about to burst!

And then?

Then... I went to an orphanage.

It was great there.

I even had my own room.

But it wasn't right for me.

You have to go your own way these days.

What way is that?

I was thinking oi going to the front.

But the labor service is important too.

So then, it's the home front for you.

- What? - Isn't that right?

We built Germany.

- The autobahn and everything. - Oh, yes, that's right.

The Führer had foresight there.

We need highways.

You can tell.

Even if just for an orderly retreat.

- Things are always being built. - Of course.

Sure.

Why not? After victory is achieved.

After what?

The final victory.

Oh, with the miracle weapons?

Why not?

How should I know?

- Grandpa! - No, no, he's right.

It's all very simple.

You just have to understand it.

OK, then, go ahead and win the war, but don't forget...

to build.

When do you have to be at your camp?

Not till tomorrow.

I can't take it. I've never heard anything like it.

Why do you think I sleep in the kitchen?

That's just great.

What are you doing'?

English. It's from Grandpa.

Say...

Your grandpa...

He's kind of...

ls something wrong with him?

He's all right.

It's just that...

Be honest.

Where are you really from?

I told you.

Do you think we believe that?

Well...

I was also in a kind oi institution.

- I got out of there. - An institution?

No! For youths.

Hard labor and discipline.

And how did you end up there?

It's a long story.

Well, we've got time.

Or...

are you afraid I'll tell someone?

No!

We don't rat on anyone.

No one.

Understand?

Not even Jews?

Grandpa says everyone is equal.

But Jews are inferior.

People who say that have something to hide.

That's what Grandpa says.

- Would you get involved with a Jew? - "Involved“?

You mean, like a boyfriend?

Maybe.

Yeah, if I liked him...

Maybe.

Really? What about the law?

Laws are only valid...

when they're good for the people.

That's what Grandpa says.

Well then.

Bye.

And thank you.

- Will I see you again? - You mean it?

- At Grandpa's house. - Sure!

Take care.

Hey!

I have to tell you something.

- About yesterday. - Yes?

My dad...

is a...

Jew. He was!

- All oi a sudden. - What?

It just turned out that way.

Really?

Then you're against them too.

- Why? - Well...

You have to be since they're against you.

Bizarre.

Put your clothes in there,

write your name on it and hand it in.

Too small.

Mine are too big. Let me see.

They fit.

Take these.

Seems to be one big shamble here.

I'm Strauch.

Stielke.

Here's the battle situation.

Enemy tanks.

Three of them over the hill.

Let's say...

there!

"Difficult terrain."

Oh well.

All right.

"Distance... 300 meters.

You have...

two men each with a tank fist and hand grenades.

Mission: to stop or neutralize the enemy.

Use natural cover:

humps, shrubs, clumps of trees, etc."

Strauch and Stielke.

Show us how it's done. The rest of you: observe.

Pick up your weapons.

Take your position first.

Then move towards the hill.

Position!

Get up! Move! Move!

Tanks!

Find natural cover!

Let them advance up to within 20 meters!

Get your ass down, Strauch!

- I have it in sight! - Fire!

That's some heavy fire!

Boom!

Score! Your turn!

Kiss my ass!

1, 2, 3...

Boom!

Two enemy tanks neutralized by direct hits!

The third moved off over the hill! Retreat!

Now, now.

Serviceman Strauch, in combat your nuts would be cracked by now.

All right, let's review.

What is the blast radius of a tank fist?

What was wrong today?

These fake maneuvers make me want to puke.

We'll be shitting our pants when a real tank comes along.

Are you crazy? You're usually so gung-ho.

I know.

You've been like this for three days.

Are you sick?

|'|| show you something. But don't say anything.

"Dear Max, we argued about The Song of the Nibelungs.

Do you remember'?

I said that a bond of loyalty is dissolved

when orders turn out to be foolish, when the continuation oi

an undertaking is senseless and even criminal.

You demanded loyalty until death

and equated disloyalty with dishonor.

But we agreed that Hagen is a tragic hero.

I've changed my mind: Hagen was dumb and no hero at all.

My dear son, by the time this letter is in your hands

I will be dead.

But I am no tragic hero either.

German racial ideology is an anachronism,

the murder of the Jews a crime,

your father guilty.

Only total defeat will allow Germany to rise anew.

Anew, and perhaps once again decent.

For that to happen, the old guard must be swept away.

Your father included.

My death will look like an accident.

You are the only one who knows the truth.

Live better than I did, my boy.

Your father.

Alexander Strauch,

Colonel of the SS.

Central Economic and Administrative Office."

Aren't you afraid I'll tell people?

I need someone to talk to.

Oh, man.

- |I your father is right... - Yeah?

Then they lied to us.

The whole time.

But that's not possible.

And yet...

I knew a woman.

You mustn't laugh.

A real woman.

It was very different than I imagined.

Still, I thought she loved me.

But that was also just bullshit.

My father is already dead.

And he was such a high-ranking officer.

I lost my father too.

They all abandon us in the end.

Just like that.

Germany, fatherland, we are on our way!

- We're part of the army now. - Are you allowed out?

I don't think so. There are always new rumors.

First they say to defend what we have,

then to go to the front. It keeps changing.

Grandpa says the English will be here in two days anyway.

- Come stay with us. - Someone might hear you!

I brought some civilian clothing.

Run away?

If I do, I'll bring a friend with me.

Tonight.

Shit! Roll call. Who knows what's going on now.

But take the clothes with you. It's too risky.

Take care of yourself.

I'll come.

Heinz!

Just in case. So you can talk to the English.

No other way through for miles around.

Who do you suppose should pass through?

Watch your tone! We're at war!

Call me Storm Chief Leader when you address me!

The terrain is favorable.

Fall out! Set up a tank trap!

Come with me! Recon and secure the area!

Dig a trench to the left and right.

Unbelievable!

I'd say someone is airing out their sheets.

Those are signs of surrender! Clear as day!

Clear as day.

Lock them up! In the barn!

In the name of the people.

Considering...

the enormous sacrifice that our people...

in defense of their living space...

Did you write “living space"?

Have to make...

Go relieve Strauch.

- What about our fearless leader? - He's not here.

Tell Strauch to come here!

Listen, Max.

They're really going to do it, aren't they?

No.

I won't be part of it.

Me neither.

Of course!

They won't even notice! We take off, and that's that.

Run away?

This is our chance.

We'll be at Gabi's place in a few hours.

She's waiting.

We'll lie low.

Running away is what you're best at, huh?

Me?

- Why? - Then run away. Piss off!

"I condemn to summary execution

for high treason against the German people

by means of hanging the following individuals:

Hillmer, Wilhelm,

Steinhäuser, Alma,

Steinhäuser, Johanna,

three Poles, female, and two Frenchmen."

We're doomed.

We've lost the war.

But I won't go out as a murderer.

No!

You have to distract him.

If he comes out.

No! No!

No! No!

Oh, no!

My house!

No SS.

Here! Jewish!

I'm Jewish.

See, they don't believe it either!

Well, looks like you got what you wanted.

Always remember to use "natural cover."

Naughty boy!”

BABELFISCH TRANSLATIONS Patrick Baker, Heather Kimber