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You will now listen to my voice.

My voice will help you

and guide you still deeper into Europa.

Every time you hear my voice,

with every word and every number,
you will enter a still deeper layer,

open, relaxed, and receptive.

I shall now count from one to ten.

On the count of ten,
you will be in Europa.

I say, "One."

And as you focus your attention
entirely on my voice,

you will slowly begin to relax.

Two.

Your hands and your fingers
are getting warmer and heavier.

Three.

The warmth is spreading through your arms,

to your shoulders and your neck.

Four.

Your feet and your legs get heavier.

Five.

The warmth is spreading
to the whole of your body.

On six, I want you to go deeper.

I say, "Six."

And the whole of your relaxed body

is slowly beginning to sink.

Seven.

You go deeper and deeper and deeper.

Eight.

On every breath you take, you go deeper.

Nine.

You are floating.

On the mental count of ten,

you will be in Europa.

Be there at ten.

I say, "Ten."

You are listening
to the noise of rain beating

against a large metal drum.

Go closer.

There's a fence and you have to stop.

You are walking across the rail yard,

and you've been traveling by train
from Bremerhaven,

and before that, on a ship from New York.

You are in Germany.

The year is 1945.

His name is Leopold Kessler.

I'm your uncle.

You may embrace me.

I have received this letter
from your father.

He has the nerve
to ask me to find you a job. Ah!

My God! Isn't he aware
of the situation in Germany?

My father asked me to give you —

I do not wish to know
anything about my brother.

He left our fatherland
at a difficult time.

For that, I'll never forgive him.

Family bonds are intolerable.

Well, also I'd probably regret
my kindness dearly.

Due to my position, I succeeded
to get you a job in Zentropa.

Whatever reason you have
to apply for this job

and why you are here at all,
it's of no interest to me.

Uncle, I truly —

No! I don't want any gratitude.

Zentropa will give no guarantee

that only new material
will be used for your uniform.

Your uniform will be delivered
within 12 hours.

Remember that the uniform
has to be changed twice a year.

The uniform is
the property of the company,

but paid by the employee.

Give me your wallet, please.

Thanks.

If your nephew is ready,
we'll begin the checkup.

Danke, Herr Doktor.

Thank you, Herr Kessler.
There's no need for further examination.

Your nephew is of sound health.

Standard fee, please.

Your wallet.

The German citizens you will meet

will only give
the impression of friendliness.

But never for a moment believe
that it's anything

but trying to gain something from you.

All Germans will hate you.

And in my opinion,
they are right in doing so.

We — We are all living
at the mercy of the Americans.

The military authorities
have tied Zentropa hand and foot.

Your fellow countrymen
treat Europeans without much respect.

Humility, Kessler. Never forget humility.

Close it!

What are you doing?
Do you want to wake the sleeping?

All these people work at night

- and they need their sleep.
- I just wanted to get a look at —

There's nothing to see!

You are in Germany
just after the war.

You are cold.

You are covering yourself up
with clothes you have in your suitcase.

You are to start your training
as a sleeping-car conductor.

When you have rested,
you will be on your way to your new job.

Get up.

Get up and be on your way.

Come, come, come, come.

- Good evening, Herr Kessler.
- Evening, Fräulein Schulze.

- Tonight you'll be on train 317.
- Frankfurt-Berlin.

- Tomorrow, train 212.
- Berlin-Munich.

Then on train 522.

Then we'll return to here.
Now, we shall receive our papers.

Timetable, list of sales,

receipts, electrical chart,
green checkbook,

book of tickets, account book
and the green journal.

Thank you, Fräulein Schulze.

The inspector wants you
to go to turntable three.

Really?

I've promised not to say any more,

but I think he has a surprise for you.

Danke schön.

Come.

Wait.

I see the young Herr Kessler
has not yet paid his guarantee.

I think I understand
unemployment in Germany much better now.

People just can't afford to work here.

This is for railway personnel only.

Stay back.

I thought I'd tell you right away.

- Car 2306 is back in working order.
- Is it, Inspector?

It is indeed, Kessler.

Your nephew is off to a great start.
You may turn the handle, please.

Yes, Inspector.

Track 8, Kessler.

You will have the honor of serving
on the first first-class sleeper

to run under the revived Zentropa company.

We have worked night and day
to get this train back on the track.

I understand you specifically wish
to become a sleeping-car conductor.

A fine choice.

But there was also a symbolic element

in the management's decision
of giving the job to a foreigner.

We are dealing with the important matter
of human transportation,

which no borders should impede.

I also started out
as a sleeping-car conductor.

Those were my happiest days.

An engine driver's work is exciting.

The same goes
for the systematics in the tower.

But only the conductor comes
into direct contact with the passengers.

He can say "I can promise you
a most pleasant journey.

May you all enjoy a peaceful sleep."

- Right, Kessler?
- Certainly, Inspector.

I call this a mythological task.

You will accompany your uncle
while you are training.

After your exam in three months' time,
you can move on.

But you can read all about that
in the service rule book.

Here it comes.

Come in.

Please sir, Sleeping-Car Conductor,

the rails to Berlin is our best section.

When I was in America,

I was fortunate enough
to meet Mrs. George Pullman.

She gave me this bonbondose
that Mr. Pullman himself

used to carry in his pocket.

Take two.

And crush them...

as is the custom in your country.

First-class tickets only!

First-class tickets!

First class only. No.

No. First class. First class only.

Money... please...

Give us some money.

Sir. Sir.

Have you got no decency at all?

The shades must be down now, Herr Kessler.

It's the rule.

Please, listen, Herr Kessler.

Things will be quiet for awhile.

I'll retire now, if you would be so kind
as to keep an eye on everything.

I'll entrust you the passkey.

I'm in the kitchen if you need me.

And keep in mind

that the management's private compartment
has been taken, hmm?

Entrez.

You can make the bed.

Sorry to disturb you, Uncle.
I need some help.

Uncle?

Uncle?

Please forgive me. It's my first trip.

Your German is not bad
at all, Herr Kessler.

Please continue.

I took the liberty of getting
a bit of information about you.

My name is Katharina Hartmann.

As you may know, my family owns Zentropa.

You've chosen an unusual time
to come to Germany.

An American in a civilian job
is a rare sight these days.

Please excuse my curiosity.
But what are you doing here?

I'm a sleeping-car conductor.

I'm just trying to understand
why a young American wants to play tourist

in these sad surroundings.

I understand you refused to be a soldier?

I had to come here.

Why?

I believe my taking on a job
as a civilian here

here is a small contribution
to making the world a better place.

It's time someone showed
this country a little kindness.

Herr Kessler, you are a true idealist.

Are you laughing at me?

No. I'm smiling.

Because what you say seems
to come from a place far away.

What's this?

Partisans.

Executed by your countrymen, I believe.

But I thought the war was over.

There are those
who'd rather fight a lost battle.

Will that be all?

No.

Please stay.

Please sit here.

We are approaching a tunnel.

It's ridiculous.
I've been on trains all my life.

But I'm so frightened of tunnels.

Could I persuade you to stay
until we've passed through?

Once the electric light went out.

Give us a hand.

I must have fallen asleep.

It's very embarrassing.

You see, normally
I have problems falling asleep.

But when I hear the sound
of the wheels on the tracks,

I become drowsy,

and now and then,
I fall asleep for a moment or two.

And when I wake up, I'm ice cold.

It's frightening.

And then there's the feeling
that I don't know

in which direction the train is moving.

I don't know if we're going
forwards or backwards.

Or what I thought was forward

has suddenly become backward.

Know what I mean?

Let me tell you, it is most frightening.

My dear uncle,

what's happened seems to me
to be a simple switch.

You lost track of things for a moment.

And in the meantime,
the train was just turned around.

You see, it's easily explained.

Young Kessler, you're a blockhead!

You have traveled
through the German night.

You have met the German girl.

On the street above, it is daylight.

But as you go on
with your job in car 2306,

there is little to see.

Go deeper.

On the count of three,

there will be a message for you
of great importance.

One.

Two. Three.

Wake up! Leo, you have to hurry.

This invitation,

it came by messenger.

I don't know why,
but you have been invited to dinner

at 7:00 p.m.
at the home of the Hartmann family.

You are already late.

Naturally, I'll accompany you.

An invitation like this is a great honor.
I demand that you behave correctly.

It's of the utmost importance.

The Hartmann family
founded Zentropa in 1912.

My nephew, Leopold Kessler,
has been invited to dine at 7:00.

He is entirely to blame for any delay.

I leave him in your hands.
I will wait for him in the kitchen.

They've already sat down to eat.

Danke.

"...at the right hour you feed them.

You open your hand and bless
all who dwell there. Amen."

- Amen.
- Amen.

Our guest has arrived.

So sorry I'm late.

Never excuse yourself, young man.

Life is too short.

Kat tells me you have recently joined
our company.

I'm very pleased.

Father is pleased you're American.

He'd like Zentropa to be international.

Germans are ill-regarded right now.

Rubbish, Larry. Let's eat.

- My sister's got her eye on you.
- Larry.

Calm down, both of you.

It's very brave of you
to come to Germany at such a time.

A great tragedy has befallen
this part of the world.

Are you a Catholic, Mr. Kessler?

What kind of question is that
to ask our guest?

I'm afraid I'm not very religious.

Herr Kessler is a sensible man.

He realizes that if the scars
of this war are to heal,

then we must turn to one another.

My sister says you're a deserter.

In my father's opinion, so am I.

That's enough, Larry.

My son was too ill to join up.

Ill! The illness my father
has never understood.

He thinks it stems from my mother
spoiling me till the day she died.

Excuse me.

I apologize for my son's behavior.

- I thought you didn't like excuses.
- Damn it!

Excuse me, Father.

In war, life is so simple.

It's only afterwards
that complications arise.

- Don't you agree, Father?
- Certainly.

Religion is important in wartime,

but even more so when the silence of arms
toys with our peace of mind.

When we pray to God in time of war,

we can only rely on his support
if we have faith in our cause.

Excuse me, Father,

but what about the other side?

The enemy believes as much in his cause.

Why, of course, Herr Kessler.
God is on everyone's side.

But when you fight for a cause
with all your heart,

then God finds it easier to forgive

if, in doing so, you disobey his commands.

Who does God not forgive?

Those who do not believe.

Those who remain lukewarm,
who don't take sides.

They are condemned to eternal wandering.

He shows them no mercy, Herr Kessler.

"So, because thou art lukewarm,
and neither cold nor hot,

I will spew thee out of my mouth."

Come.

They're about to blast them.

The Allies are blowing up cranes
in Westhafen. They're dismantling.

Dismantling?

To prevent another German military power
from rising up.

They're destroying everything
that could be used for military ends.

I fail to see how the few cranes
we have left might pose a threat.

The food supply situation
will become even worse.

You're so naive, Kat.
The cranes are loading coal for IG Farben.

The Americans are clever.
They get hold of the chemical patents

and then they destroy the plants
to prevent production.

All in the name of demilitarization.

I really admire the Americans.

Mr. Kessler, did you know
that manufacturers in Germany

were owned by Americans during the war?

The Pater is praying for
Marienkirche in Westhafen,

that the explosions may not harm it.

So that's that.
You can serve the coffee now.

May I call you Leopold?

Of course, sir.

You must understand, Leopold.

Our family has always treasured
international contacts.

Pay us a visit from time to time.

How about dinner on Friday?

I'm afraid there's one of
your fellow Americans at the door.

I'm sure you'll like Alex.

We studied together in Berlin
and now he's back in Germany.

Colonel Harris.

Welcome, Alex.

Max, you must fill in this questionnaire.

May I introduce you
to one of your countrymen,

who has just been employed in our company?

Mr. Leopold Kessler,
Herr Alexander Harris.

How do you do?

In fact, it's actually Leo I came to meet.

I understand you're of German descent.

I'd be the last one to blame you for that.

You meet so many sensible Germans
these days.

Thank you for a pleasant evening.

I must go and check on the church
before curfew.

I'm afraid we won't have time
for chess tonight, Colonel Harris.

Coffee, Alex?

Oh, no, no, later.

I've got some information on you.

I know about your AWOL.

I've come to ask you
to do us a small favor.

What's that?

Well, your job with the railways
could be an advantage to us.

I don't know what you've heard
about the Werewolves.

But you should know that sabotage
is still going on,

as well as liquidations of Germans

who cooperate with the Allies.

All I'm asking you to do is
to keep an eye open for us

and report back to us.

Here, I brought you this.

Ah, excuse me, sir,
but I can't accept a gun.

Why not?

Well, if I wanted to carry a weapon,
I would have come here earlier.

Oh.

I wouldn't make a move
in this country without a weapon.

Okay, it's a deal.

You keep your eyes on the Nazis for me.
I'll go and have that coffee with Max.

Colonel Harris, my father apologizes.

But he cannot bid you good night
in person.

- He is indisposed.
- Hmm.

Just see to it, Larry, that your father
fills out that questionnaire.

I've made arrangements for someone to come
and verify it on Friday.

Come and sit down.

Father is taking his bath.

He's always retiring to his bath
when he's upset.

The colonel is forcing him to fill out
this stupid questionnaire.

So what's it all about?

They ask you about your relation
with the Nazi party.

And Father has to have
a perfectly clean record

if he wants to retain his position.

And the colonel knows that Father
will have to lie to keep Zentropa.

Your uncle wants to leave now.
He's waiting in the hall.

Goodbye, Fräulein Hartmann.

There's one thing
I want to confess to you.

I fooled you a little the other day

when I pretended
that the tunnel frightened me.

It was the sight of those hanged people
that touched me so deeply.

After all, they were only fighting
for their country,

like most of the world has been doing.

And suddenly it's a crime.

You have left the house.

Behind you is the German family.

You see before you the questionnaire

that is designed to test
the guilt of the country.

Friday, you will be back.

Herr Kessler.

I'm a friend of the Hartmann family.

They said I could ask a small favor.

My nephews are going to Cologne.

Would you please look after them?

They'll be picked up at the station.

The tickets and papers are in order.

The children are with me.

Okay.

You can stay in here.

Compartment 13
has ordered a bottle of Sekt.

The name is Ravenstein.

By the way, no guests on duty.

I'll see to it that a fine of seven marks
is deducted from your salary.

- Sekt for Ravenstein.
- Hier bitte.

The Allied command in Frankfurt
has appointed my husband mayor.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Are you the engine driver?
- I'm the sleeping-car conductor.

I don't wish to impose,

but my family and myself lived
in London during the war

and now we're returning to Wöllstadt.

But my wife is suddenly refusing
to get off the train.

She's very upset about the state
Germany is in right now.

Would you be so kind
as to help me set her mind at rest?

If you could perhaps reassure her

that Wöllstadt has been spared
the havoc of war.

We live at 43 Sachsenstrasse.

I don't know Wöllstadt, but what
I've seen from the train looks bad.

But you must help me.

I'll never get her off the train.

Wöllstadt is our home.
We can get a taxi from the station.

My dear, I have encouraging news.

Please repeat what you told me.

I don't really know Wöllstadt.

But you did tell me
Wöllstadt had been spared.

I only know what I saw from the train.

Did you hear?

Next station is Wöllstadt.
You'd better get ready.

Palestine!

Palestine! Palestine!

She wants us to live in the desert.

We are Jewish, but we are German,
but we are Jewish.

Savages!

Leo, help me.
These people will kill me.

What's going on here?

We have dismantling orders
for all the heaters on this train.

But it's freezing outside.

War debts for Scandinavia.

It's outrageous!

Take it easy, old man.

I don't have to accept this.

We've got to distribute all the blankets
we have to the passengers.

We'll get the children to help.

We have problems with the heating,

but we can offer you blankets.

We have problems with the heating,
but we can offer you blankets.

Give the children some chocolate.

- We'd like another bottle of Sekt.
- Of course, right away.

A security check before the zone crossing.

Can we see the passenger list?

Sure.

Here we are.

You've got the newly appointed mayor
of Ravenstein and wife in 13.

Thank you.

Go on, have another piece.

A security check before the zone crossing.

Chocolate?

Security check before the zone crossing.

Papers, please.

This paper's expired.

Do you have another piece of paper?

You can't cross the zone with this.

This guy's ID is no good.

Just one more piece of paper.

Nein!

I can't let you through with this.

Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein!

Nein!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

You are at a party.

Leo.

I heard about that little episode.

I understand you handled it very well.

- I didn't do anything.
- That's just it.

We'd have a lot less problems
if everyone behaved like you.

By the way, we've already
appointed a new mayor.

The children were turned over to me
by this man,

a man who claimed to be a friend
of the Hartmann family.

Yeah, yeah.

They're not stupid, those Werewolves.

Listen, I can hardly recognize Max.

He's been staring out that window
for more than an hour,

waiting for the 9:15 to come in.

It's pathetic.

I insist on a return game
today, Colonel Harris.

Bitte.

I've never understood how anyone
could be proud to be German.

If I had my way, I'd be on a plane
bound for America today.

You find that hard to understand.

I think the war was a waste of time.

It's how you would feel if you were
to attend the good Father's Mass.

The ceremony might be colorful,
even entertaining,

but to a disbeliever it's simply
a sophisticated waste of time.

Shoddy too, when the sacrament
is nothing but a dry cracker.

She's flirting with you.

A bit scheming, don't you think?

Why not dance with her?

Not today. I'm a little tired.

It's time, Max. The Jew is here.

Marie.

Bring me those silly papers.

The form must be verified

by somebody from the Resistance
or by a Jew.

They're the rules.

I must ask, do you know this man?

Max, you have to turn around.

Max Hartmann is my friend.
He gave me food and hid me in his cellar.

No more!

I won't do it again.

Do what you like!

We handed out 13 million questionnaires

and found that 80% of the Germans
in our zone

have Nazi sympathies.

Max Hartmann is important
for the reconstruction

of the transportation system.

I admit I made a little
private arrangement with that Jew.

He broke into an American food depot.

And he's quite thankful
that I got him out of trouble.

Is it my move?

What am I doing? No.

I think I'll retire now.

No need to disturb the Father and Alex.

Good night to you both.

Good night, Father.

Good night, Father.

Your uncle has always been a good man.

Don't forget that whatever happens,

you must always do
what you think is right.

Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

Katharina.

Shh.

Come. Let's get out of here.

- Put the lamp out.
- What?

The lamp.

Father had given Larry
this train for one of his birthdays.

Larry never touched it.

It was quite rude.

That thing with the questionnaire,
it was a farce.

Colonel Harris forced the Jew to sign.

I know.

I could see that Father had never seen
this ugly little man before.

I'm sorry that Father
had to go through such a farce.

You're so good and understanding.

I find that a little provoking.

Allow me to test your tolerance,
Mr. Kessler.

I am a Werewolf.

Or more correctly...

I was a Werewolf.

So, now you know.

I have no doubt
that my secret is safe with you.

I was foolish enough to get involved
with these people.

I realized right away
that it was a terrible mistake.

But to get out was not easy.

Maybe it was just to spite Father.

I've been very lonely with this secret.

But it's all over now.

I've broken with them forever.

But I had to tell you.
Don't you understand?

Mr. Kessler, you once said to me...

the time had come to show
a little kindness towards Germany.

Now, Mr. Kessler,
I ask you to prove your open mind

and show a little kindness to me.

Checkmate.

Yes, I'm afraid
I have to admit you have won.

- Again.
- Again.

You know, we've played chess
about 15 times together

and I've beaten you every time.

Doesn't that bother you, Pater?

It's just a game.

Hmm. You know, sometimes

it's very difficult for me
to understand Germany.

We've bombed you to pieces.

And yet you all behave
as if there never was any war at all.

Max Hartmann and I
have been very close friends.

And now, I risk everything,
including court-martial,

just to help him keep his position
in Zentropa.

Do you think he knows about this?

Frankly, I don't think he cares.

Damn you, Max.

Get out of that bathroom and talk to me.

Max, you can't treat me like this.

Open that door and face reality for once.

It's time to go home, Colonel.

- Come on, Colonel Harris.
- He can't do that to me.

Papa?

Papa?

Papa!

Mr. Hartmann!

Mr. Hartmann!

Of course, I don't know
what happened upstairs this evening.

But from the way
that the kitchen personnel reacted,

it wasn't very pleasant.

I'm inclined to believe

that my nephew bears a large part
of the responsibility.

Actually, I've taken a rather substantial
risk in getting you this job.

My reputation is at stake.

And all this at a time when the letter

we've been waiting for so long
has finally arrived.

This means that your application
for the examination has been accepted

and is to be executed
in nine or ten weeks.

As the test is comprehensive
and the grading particularly severe,

I recommend you to,
as soon as you finish these shoes, hmm,

go through the regulations.

Excuse me, Herr Kessler,

but I found this pair of Crockett & Jones
outside Abteil neun.

I'm sure there must be a misunderstanding.

Well, they're polished.

I don't think so. Where is the chalk mark?

- Chalk mark?
- Chalk mark.

A chalk mark on the sole

is the passenger's guarantee
that the shoes have been polished

and that they've been polished
by the conductor of a car.

I can't see how a chalk mark can be
the passenger's guarantee of anything.

No, no, no. But you've come here
with your background in American culture,

American way of thinking,

but I ask you kindly —

kindly, Herr Kessler —

without humility,
you will not get anywhere.

Besides the guarantee, the chalk marks
also indicate the traveler's compartment.

Take these shoes, for example.
Where do they belong?

Now, I've lost track of—

Uh-huh, there you are.

- And how will you find out?
- I could always ask one of the passengers.

Ah!

When I return,

I want to see all the shoes marked
with compartment numbers.

And under no circumstances will I tolerate
any disturbance of the passengers.

Do you have a moment? We need your help.

I beg you, Herr Leopold. Come with me.

You are being led through the train.

You are led through carriages
you never knew existed.

Be careful.

Welcome, Herr Kessler.

I can understand that this setup
might puzzle you somewhat.

But this sector is in a state of emergency

and the authorities won't allow us
to give Max a proper burial.

Gatherings are forbidden, Herr Kessler.

Therefore we must resort to this...

most unworthy arrangement.

We will proceed
with our ceremony in secret,

like the Christians in the catacombs.

Everyone is gathering
at the old marshaling yard at Darmstadt.

Your job is to stop the train there

so that we can get the coffin
off the train.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

You've pulled the emergency brake!

This is the American occupation force.

Law 1067 of the military government

forbids gatherings and processions.

Please disperse and go home
or you will be arrested.

Disperse and go home
or you will be arrested.

The ceremony is over.

The coffin is to be turned over
to the occupation forces

for confiscation immediately.

Vivat. Vivat. Vivat.

Go back to America, please.

Psst. Herr Leopold.

Over here.

Bitte.

Kat is a lovely girl.

You stay away from her.

I just wanted to thank you.

My nephews' journey went splendidly.

What would they have done without you?

Open the door, please.

Our superiors appreciate your help
in the Ravenstein assassination.

Please open the door.

We have a new job in mind for you.

There's your girlfriend.

Listen, Leo.

I'm not asking you to decide right now.

We will offer Herr Kessler
a ride back to Frankfurt.

Then we must fix the back door.

It sticks.

You love her.

She is so strong, and yet so vulnerable.

I want you to go forward in time.

Go forward one month in time.

Be there on the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three.

You have a visitor.

Pater.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all.

Danke.

Have you been promoted yet?

My exam is in a few weeks.

What are you doing in Munich?

I'm at St. Christopher's Church.

I've come —

I've come to ask you not
to judge Kat too harshly.

I know that she told you
about her mistake.

Kat is confused,
as so many others are these days.

But she is not a Werewolf.

She repents her sins and is trying
very hard to make amends.

She had to flee from those people
in Frankfurt. They stop at nothing.

Max Hartmann received threatening letters.

His collaboration with the Americans
was no secret.

And after he died, the authorities
confiscated his entire estate.

Do you have any contact with Kat?

I really must go now. We will meet again.

Goodbye, Herr Kessler,
and Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Pater.

Herr Kessler, if I were you,

I'd attend the midnight mass
at St. Christopher's tonight.

Priests are a necessary discomfort.

Amen.

Marry me, please.

Yes.

With this ring, I thee wed.

In the name of the Holy Trinity.

Amen.

It is New Year's morning,
year one.

You are on your honeymoon in
the Hartmann family's private compartment.

You have been making love.

You have enjoyed
the tenderness of your wife.

But now she's asleep, and you are alone.

For the first time,
you experience the fear

of being on a train
with no possibility of getting off

and no idea of where the journey may end.

Stuttgart, Passau,
Dresden, Leipzig, Berlin,

Wiesbaden, Hamm, Hannover, Ludwigshafen,
Hamburg, Frankfurt, Duisburg,

Stuttgart, Passau,
Dresden, Leipzig, Berlin...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm so glad you got
this compartment for us.

I've traveled so many times in it.

My father showed me
all of Germany from here.

Kat, I know so little
about you and your family.

And yet you know more than others.

I don't believe your father
could be threatened to take his own life.

You see, for Father,
transport was a sacred word.

The most important thing for him
was that the wheels kept on rolling.

- But they were rolling.
- Yeah.

But the war made Father old and strange.

And he saw the whole of Germany
as his own model railway...

running around and around

and around and around and around.

And he wanted to believe that the cars
were just as empty as toy trains.

But even though he did his best,

it was not possible to repress
the fact that Zentropa,

during the war, transported Jews
in cattle trains to concentration camps,

and American officers first class
afterwards.

In the end, it was all too absurd,
even for Father.

But listen, I just...

Shh.

Jesus Christ, what a dump.

The two of you are moving
into what can be provided

for a newly married couple.

The place is okay with you
because she is there.

And as you go on with your job,
and are back on the tracks,

you feel stronger.

One night, there is a call for you

in the middle of the Berlin-Frankfurt run.

Answer the call in the middle
of the Berlin-Frankfurt run.

Hello.

Hello, Leo.

Kat, is everything all right?
Where are you?

I'm in the villa, in Frankfurt.

What are you doing there?

Can you come over here?

I'll be in Frankfurt in half an hour.
Are you okay?

We'll talk when you get here.

Kat!

Kat!

Kat!

Kat!

I'm afraid the young Herr Hartmann

wasn't as cooperative as yourself.

But then, what's one faggot less?

Where's my wife?

We've taken her
to a temporary hiding place.

We thought you'd be more cooperative
if she was with us.

I'm so glad you came, Leopold.
We can discuss your next job.

We would like the Bremen line
to be shut down, tonight.

You're a capable man.

We're sure you can handle
a big job like this.

All you have to do is place
some explosives underneath your sleeper.

The bomb will be detonated
on the Neuwied Bridge.

You'll have ample time to get out.

I'm sorry to press you like this,
because I do like you.

Remember, tonight you're going
on the Bremen Express.

Excuse me.

Here you are.

- Up you go.
- Suitcase, sir.

I've reserved compartment three
for you, Colonel.

Please take a seat
and I'll come to you once we're off.

There is a package for you.
We don't approve of such things.

Come in.

Sit down, Leo.

Now, talk to me.

Well, I...

Excuse me.

I would like a word with the conductor.

Excuse me.

Allow me to present
the examinee: Leopold Kessler, my nephew.

Herr Seifert and Inspector Steleman
are in charge of the examination.

There is a practical
and a theoretical part.

First, we'll ask some questions.

Then we will accompany you

to see how you manage with both
the passengers and the equipment.

The conductor must be
both polite and firm at all times.

Accompany us to compartment nine
and we can begin.

Has this exam taken you by surprise?

No, it's just that I was attending
to one of the passengers.

If you don't mind, I'll just finish what
I was doing and be back at once.

Sorry about the interruption.

So what is your story?

Remember the Ravenstein incident?

Oh, Germans killing Germans,

that doesn't break my heart.

I met that man again, the Werewolf,
at the Hartmann villa tonight.

Yes. And?

Excuse me.

Kat, what's going on?

They want you to place a bomb.
Listen to me!

Tell him your life is at stake.

You must place the bomb
during the stop at checkpoint Urmitz!

For Christ's sakes, Kat.

The bomb has to go off
in the middle of the bridge,

where it's under repair.

The train will go very slowly.

I can't say any more.

They're watching you, remember.

Checkpoint Urmitz!

I love you.

The assessor
is getting a little impatient.

I think we had better proceed
with the examination.

So, we would like to know
what you would do

if the cleaner handed you a green card

filled in like this.

Kessler, do me a favor.

Stop messing around with me.

What sort of information
do you have for me?

Is it that brown bag you wanted me to see?

The situation is a bit more complicated
than I thought.

Kessler, goddamn it.

Can't you stay put for a minute?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

On your way to the platform, sir?

Excuse me.

Jesus Christ.

Hey!

Uncle, there's something
I got to tell you.

Where is your cap?

I do not have the authority to decide
whether this examination can proceed

without you having your cap.

But I know that if you want to carry out
the job of a sleeping-car conductor

with your head uncovered,

I have no choice but to put you
off the train immediately.

There's something I've got to tell you.

The last thing I desire
is private conversation on duty.

You have carried out the orders.

Now, relax.

I want you to sink down
into the soft cool grass on the railbed.

Look up.

Look at the stars.

See how the stars resemble
illuminated cities on a map,

or maybe it is the fading lights
of human lives.

But you are here to help
the lights burn brighter,

not to put them out.

At any price,
you must make this good again.

Run for the bomb.

Out of the way.

Out of the way.

Out of the way.

Out of the way!

Hold it, boy.

Have you gone completely mad?

Get out of here this instant!

Don't you want your promotion at all?

There is a high-ranking military officer
in number three, if you didn't know.

He has put in a complaint about you.

This will be noted in your exam.

It's going to be difficult for you now.

My nephew's behavior cannot be excused.

My first thought was to advise you
to cancel the exam at once.

The exhausting run has made you sick.

- Do you wish to proceed?
- That is up to the examiner.

I shall repeat my question.

What would you do if the cleaner

handed you a green card
filled in like this?

Your clothes are soaked with sweat.

And you're afraid of fainting.

Can't you see it's filled in incorrectly?

Completely incorrect.

Your heart is pumping
faster and faster in panic.

Can I have a glass of water, please.

Would you like to tell the examinee

the correct answer to the question?

It's a trick question.

The answer is:
Report the cleaner immediately!

The green card should never be
in the cleaner's possession.

The cleaner never keeps
any papers for the conductor.

On the contrary, the conductor
must give him a receipt

as soon as he takes over.

And which form is used for this?

- Uh...
- Yes, B, that is correct.

And now a question
after Herr Seifert's own heart.

What is stated in paragraph four,
section 62 of the rule book?

You cannot breathe.

On the count of three, you faint.

One.

I must inform you that an open collar
is against the regulations.

Two.

Three.

One second of infinite rest.

Your uncle kindly got a card for you.

We now want you to make bed 42.

I have put the correct number
of bedding covers out for you.

You may begin when I say so.

We want you to make the bed twice.

Then we will examine the bed.

Are you ready with the clock?

You may now begin.

The clock is ticking.

The clock is ticking!

No time for that.

The clock is ticking.

Hurry, Herr Kessler, the clock is ticking.

The clock is ticking!

Thank you.

Kat is sitting in compartment one,

if you wish to talk to her.

Kat.

Excuse me, Colonel.
There must be some misunderstanding.

My wife is handcuffed.

I'm afraid there is
no misunderstanding, Leo.

I'm sorry.

I once told you that your connections
with the railways could be of help for me.

You couldn't know that
it was your association

with the Werewolf Katharina Hartmann
that really interested us.

We needed your help to keep track of her
when we found out that it was Kat

who wrote the anonymous letters
of threat to her father.

Tell the colonel that
you're not a Werewolf.

- Shh.
- Kat.

Please believe me when I tell you

that I really cared for you.

What are you saying?

You know, they say a werewolf

is only a werewolf during nights.

In the daytime, it's a human being.

I know I can't make you
understand what it is

that makes a man turn into an animal...

because you don't accept
that it ever happens.

During nights,
I wrote the letters to Father.

During days, I regretted it.

I didn't want him to die.

But it hurt me so much to see him suffer
at the feet of the Americans.

And Larry?

He must have followed me
to the meeting at the villa.

It was him or us.

So our marriage was just part of a plan
to blow up this train.

No, that's not true.

I really loved you.

You know, there were times

when all I wanted was for us to leave
and forget about Germany.

But, Leo, it didn't work.

I'm sorry, Leo.
I... I did what I had to do.

But it's your fault too.

The bridge would have been
so easy for you.

Easy?

Nothing could have happened to you.

And what about all the people
on the train?

What people?

Everybody on this train has been
through the war, just like me.

You can't compare yourself to us.

Everybody has killed or betrayed,

directly or indirectly,
hundreds of times, just to survive.

Look into their eyes
and you see what I mean.

Kat, you're talking about an awful crime.

But the way I see it is that
you are the only criminal.

I haven't done anything.
I'm not working for either side.

Exactly.

I'm sorry to say this.

But I got this rotten feeling

that everyone's been screwing me
ever since I got here.

And that makes me mad.

And now, it's my turn to say something.

Herr Kessler.

Would you please come
to compartment nine for a moment?

I was told I might find
the conductor here.

I have a problem. Is it too much
to ask for a bit of service?

Shh. We must be quiet.

The assessor needs to rest
before we proceed with the exam.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

In my opinion, you have only one chance.

When Herr Seifert wakes up,
ask him to follow you through the train

as you give each of the passengers
an unconditional apology.

Think it over.

Conductor!

These shoes need polishing.

I wanted them polished.

I am sure the shoes have been polished.

I don't think so. There's no chalk mark.

Your problem is not important.

You'd better watch your step!

You pulled the emergency brake!

Because I don't want
this train to go to Munich,

Bremen, Frankfurt, or fucking Auschwitz.

I want it to stay right here!

You'll have to excuse me.
I need some time to think.

Isn't this the Neuwied Bridge?

It might be.
There have been some diversions.

Back into your compartments now.

Refreshments?

Bed-making?

Shoeshine?

You are on a train in Germany.

Now, the train is sinking.

You will drown.

On the count of ten, you will be dead.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

In the morning, the sleeper has found rest

on the bottom of the river.

The force of the stream
has opened the door

and is leading you on.

Above your body, people are still alive.

Follow the river.

As days go by...

head for the ocean...

that mirrors the sky.

You want to wake up,

to free yourself of the image of Europa.

But it is not possible.