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It has begun already.

The Nazis in Russia have started.

No more ghettos.

What are you saying?

Mass murders.

Firing squads.

They mean to kill every Jew in Europe.

What is you name, young man? Anelevitz.

I tell this council we should be smuggling not only food,

but guns.

We'll leave now, Berta.

No.

No, it's the least we owe them...

To be witnesses.

You're going to print a resistance paper?

First issue on the streets today.

Look, I am still not convinced

they intend to kill us all.

I mean, what good what dead Jews be to them?

Logic doesn't prove anything anymore, Mr. Weiss.

I'm Helms, 22nd Division.

Who are they?

They're Jews.

Take them over to the truck!

Move them out with the other Jews!

Come on, move! Lousy bastard.

We saved your neck.

The men tell me

more than 30,000 Jews are down there.

Simply fantastic.

Don't look.

Berta, you shouldn't be out of bed.

I listened, Josef.

Well, it's just... just a lot of talk.

Nobody's really certain what to do yet.

I tore the coat apart.

You must buy guns.

We are Czechs.

We escaped to Kiev and then we ran away from Kiev.

Why? RUDI: Does it matter?

You are Jews.

We are, too.

Shalom.

Shalom.

Shalom.

We are a rather eclectic group.

This might be called

"Concentration Camp Gothic."

In the faith of Abraham,

Isaac and Jacob,

you are man and wife.

Mazel tov!

♪ ♪

Fire.

Gentlemen,

I have never been so proud of German soldiers.

Your consciences can be clear.

I will be responsible before God and Hitler

for all your acts.

The men are appreciative, Reichsführer.

Let's take a lesson from nature.

Combat is everywhere.

Primitive man understood that a horse was good,

a bedbug was bad.

Now, you might argue that bedbugs and rats

and Jews have a right to live, and I might agree with you.

But man has a right

to defend himself against vermin.

Still, Heydrich, we must look for more efficient methods, yes?

You want to live, Rudi.

That's all you have to understand.

It's not enough.

When the killing's over, if it ever is,

and we're still alive, what then?

Then we will be a proper Mr. and Mrs. Weiss.

And we will go to Palestine.

♪ ♪

Look at this.

Another Red Cross inspection.

Looking at the "Paradise Ghetto."

You'd think just once

they'd want to look at Dachau or Buchenwald.

What confounds me is that no one ever asks,

what right do the Nazis have to imprison us at all?

They seem to assume it's all right

for Jews to be jailed provided they're not murdered.

I'm not so sure we're not being murdered

and systematically. Yeah.

I heard one of the Czech gendarme talking about

a place in Poland called Auschwitz.

Auschwitz...

Rahm was at it again.

This time

with his Red Cross inspection act.

Maria,

did I ever tell you about my kid brother, Rudi?

No.

Only about your parents...

and Inga.

Rudi, he ran away.

He's probably dead now.

Maybe he's killed a few of them along the way.

Five years younger than me.

He always used to protect me from the-the tough kids.

Sounds like you have a marvelous family.

Ahh.

I'll never see them again.

And I don't really care if I ever see Inga.

Karl...

She used to send these letters to me

through this SS sergeant.

A fellow her family knew.

But at a price.

You mustn't judge her harshly.

The hell of it is she was always stronger than I.

Perhaps I wanted it that way.

You're a talented artist.

A hack!

A disappointment to my parents.

Both Rudi and I...

we never lived up to what our father wanted.

I'm sure he loved you.

And I'm sure

Inga does.

I wonder.

She should have been strong enough to say "no."

You mustn't hate her.

When you meet her again, you must forgive her.

Tell her you love her.

I think I'll be spared the reunion.

We'll all die here.

Karl...

be careful.

Let them catch me.

It won't be just you.

We are all involved.

Rudi...

Whatever happened to you?

It's clear.

All right, Aaron.

You're too old for this sort of thing.

Oh, I'm too old for a lot of things.

One of the younger men, let them go.

The young ones make better soldiers.

If I go, it'll be a loss only to modern pharmacy.

Go on!

Beside, I've got my protector.

After all, who could stop Moses and Aaron?

Get going!

Go on.

Hey, look at this.

It's past curfew. Come on.

Move, move!

Move! Come on, get up.

Move! Move!

Anton?

You are lucky you got through.

My friend knows his way around.

Here's the money.

But, uh...

I was told you would have a dozen.

One gun... it's the best

we could do.

But it was agreed.

The money was supposed to be for a dozen guns.

You don't want it, give it back.

All we're asking for

is some cooperation.

We have the same enemy, haven't we?

Uh... ammunition?

All right, Aaron.

It's all right.

Anton, my friend,

perhaps one day we can work together.

Perhaps.

I don't trust them.

Give them a chance.

If they help us kill Germans, why not?

Jews don't fight.

That boy...

I've seen him around before.

Can't be more than 13.

Barrel...

chamber, hammer,

trigger, grip.

You, stand there.

Take it.

Legs apart.

Gun arm forward.

Sight along the barrel.

Front sight between the "V"

touches the top of the target.

Now, take a deep breath.

Let half out.

Hold it.

Now squeeze the trigger slowly, don't jerk it.

Ready?

Aim, fire.

Now, all we need is ammunition.

And several hundred guns.

Ready?

Well, it's a beginning.

Aim.

Fire.

As commandant of Auschwitz, Hoess,

your job will be to expand the camp

to twice its size.

I understand, Reichsführer,

but where will the labor come from?

You'll have more laborers than you can handle.

I.G. Farben grabs them for their factories.

I.G. Farben will do what they're told.

They've been getting fat for long enough on our workers.

These new prisoners will be mainly Jews?

Treblinka, Belzec, the other camps

aren't fulfilling the job of resettlement.

Something on a grander scale is envisioned.

Grander?

Toward the final solution of the Jewish problem.

I won't disappoint you.

Ever since childhood, Reichsführer,

I was taught to serve and to obey.

Fine.

Dorf will be your liaison here in Berlin.

You two should get to know each other.

I understand.

Are we still examining Dorf's background?

If you insist.

Complaints about him, you know...

Overbearing, demanding.

We found nothing.

His father was a Socialist, so what?

His mother may have remarried a half-Jew.

Again, so what?

I'd almost welcome some evidence.

In order to replace him?

Or is it a way of getting at me?

Reinhard, my friend.

If I am to be a target again,

or Dorf,

who'll be next?

These matters should not distract us.

The Auschwitz program must take precedence, yes?

Absolutely, Reichsführer.

Erik?

Is anything wrong?

No.

I'm sorry I disturbed you.

You don't sleep well.

Not since that last trip east.

Oh, I worry about you.

There is nothing wrong with me, darling.

And you mustn't worry.

You've got to preserve your health.

The children need you.

I'm fine.

I know how much you hide it from me.

Ever since that-that day in the doctor's office,

seven years ago.

I knew you were a sick girl,

but you didn't want me to know it.

You're brave, Marta.

You're braver than your husband

with his boots and black uniform.

How can you say that?

All the important jobs you've had.

Marta, the war's lost.

It was lost the day the Americans came in.

Our only hope is to make the best deal we can.

Play the English and the French

and the Americans against the Russians.

It doesn't seem to be working though.

We're going to win.

Think that if it will make you feel better.

But I see what's happening.

I don't like you to talk that way.

Darling...

Some day...

people will tell monstrous lies about what

we did in Poland and in Russia.

I won't listen to them.

Ah, but they will force you to listen.

And if they do, you must tell yourself and tell the children

I was always a good servant to the Reich.

I was an honorable man,

who did nothing but obey orders.

Orders from the very top.

I won't let anyone lie about you.

I don't understand it.

Hans Frank, he...

he boasts about the millions.

And Himmler, he talks about his factories

as... if...

Shh, shh.

There's this fellow, Hoess, at Auschwitz,

he is a camp commander.

And he says...

"Believe, obey, act."

Shh.

Oh, I wish I could be like him.

And he's a kind man.

He loves his children.

He... he loves animals.

He loves nature.

Erik...

you're better than all of them.

All the Franks and the Hoesses.

Yes, better even than those at the top.

Hold me, Marta.

Erik, you must never doubt yourself.

Oh, my child.

You're so cold.

Major Dorf.

What?

Say that again.

Oh, no.

Erik, what is it?

Yes, I'll be there as soon as I'm dressed.

What's happened?

They tried to assassinate Heydrich.

His car was bombed in Prague.

They don't expect him to live.

Oh, how dreadful.

Erik...

be bold.

Be aggressive.

This is your chance.

When he dies, you can succeed him.

Inga!

I told you not to follow me.

Inga, I'm trying to help you.

You can pray all you like.

It won't get Karl out of Theresienstadt.

Can you?

No.

I won't lie to you.

I love you.

You can divorce him.

He's an enemy of the Reich. You're a Christian.

Since those times at the camp...

Inga, I need you.

Get away from me. Please, Inga.

I hate you!

I hate all of you!

You are incapable of love!

All you know is greed and how to be cruel!

And the worst of it is, we've let you take over.

We are fighting a war.

Of course it's cruel.

People get hurt.

I have nothing against Karl.

I have nothing personal against Jews.

You leave me alone.

Yes, miss?

Is Father Lichtenberg here?

Oh, no, miss.

He's gone.

They took him away.

Away?

They warned him

to stop talking about the Jews.

Oh, dear God.

Where? They wouldn't have arrested that good man.

He was a stubborn priest, miss.

Everyone told him, forget about the Jews,

it's no business of ours, but he kept talking.

But where is he?

How dare they do such a thing.

Oh, they do anything they want.

Took him to a place called Dachau.

Not a word from him since.

Can I walk you home?

Maybe your visit to church changed your mind about me.

You can do more than walk me home.

Well, good.

I may start going to church myself.

That's not what I had in mind.

Well, you know how I feel.

I'd do anything for you.

Denounce me.

Accuse me of some crime.

That isn't difficult.

Then have me sent to Karl.

Are you mad?

To that Czech prison?

I heard what happened to Father Lichtenberg.

I want to do the same. But, Inga,

the best of those camps... they're not very pleasant.

Just tell the Gestapo that I tried

to bribe you to reach Karl, or anything.

You'd give up your freedom for him?

Yes.

For massive disinfecting, such as you have in mind, Major,

we recommend this...

Zyklon B.

I'm not a chemist.

Can you tell me something about it?

Yes, Zyklon B has a prussic acid base.

It's in crystalline form in the can.

Expose it to the air and it vaporizes.

Has it been tested?

Oh, it's in general use

for cleansing large areas of rats, lice, other vermin.

Has it been tested on, uh...

Humans?

Well, you know the sort of thing... criminals, incurables.

You would know better than I about that, Major.

We're only chemists.

I had understood,

unofficially, that the subjects died in agony.

I can only tell you it's a first-class agent

for delousing, fumigation;

it won't clog machinery;

and there's no apparatus to break down,

as in carbon monoxide.

Why do you mention carbon monoxide?

Rumors.

Zyklon B, is it?

I'll place an order with you for Major Hoess at Auschwitz.

Very pleased to do business with Security Service.

The shipping documents are to specify

that Zyklon B is to be used for disinfecting only.

Understood.

Would you care to see it work?

Is there any danger?

No danger.

A single crystal.

Showerheads, drainage holes, drainage ditches.

The room is sealed when the door is closed.

The diesel's outside.

Start the motor

and feed the exhaust in through the showerheads.

You won't need diesels.

We've ordered something called Zyklon B from a firm in Hamburg.

They're crystals.

Throw them on the floor and the gas rises.

Is Zyklon B expensive?

Ordered in quantity, we can cut costs to half a penny per unit.

Belzec, Sobibor, Maidanek,

Treblinka, Chelmno, Auschwitz.

Quantity shouldn't be a problem.

Dorf, Hoess.

General Kaltenbrunner,

Major Hoess and I have been reviewing the problems

of special handling.

Special handling?

I was warned when I succeeded Heydrich that I'd inherit

a master at language.

Hoess, excuse us, will you?

Dorf, I'm a different man

than that elegant half-breed Heydrich.

Sir,

that isn't fair.

At his funeral, looking at his mongrel children,

and his deathbed rantings,

begging forgiveness for crimes against the Jews.

He was delirious.

Don't bother defending him.

Worry about yourself.

I have no worries.

I have been more than diligent

in expediting Operation Reinhard,

Lidice was leveled,

the Jews of Poland are moving in increasing numbers.

Heydrich is dead.

I run the SS.

You have a black mark against you.

Questionable father... A Communist maybe.

I was investigated and cleared.

The commanders in the field are complaining about you.

"Informer, schemer."

What do you make of these?

It...

looks like Theresienstadt.

"The Master Race Teaches A Lesson."

"Travesties."

"Ghetto Children."

Dreadful stuff.

One of our agents found them in Prague.

That's all we need is for the Red Cross to see them.

The damn things aren't signed.

Get together with Eichmann

and find out who created these horrors.

I assure you I'll find out.

I have a feeling there are more of these.

We can't tolerate them.

Find out who these anonymous Rembrandts are.

Find out.

Felscher, the sketches we finished...

I can't find them.

Yes, that's right.

I sold them.

Sold them?

You sold them?

One of the Czech gendarmes wanted some.

We agreed that the pictures stay hidden in the camp.

If the Nazis get hold of them...

Besides,

you had no right to sell my pictures!

Or Weiss'!

What's the difference?

We play this game,

thinking that we can change things.

What's the difference?

Look, Frey,

I needed a pack of cigarettes

and a jar of marmalade.

There were only four sketches.

I won't do it again.

I'll share the cigarettes.

I just pray

the Gestapo doesn't get its hands on them.

Is it a crime to want a pack of cigarettes?

Poor Felscher.

I sometimes wonder if this effort is worth it.

So do I.

Transports.

They keep sending

the old people and the sick ones to Poland.

Why?

I gave up trying to understand them a long time ago.

Karl, answer it.

Oh, Karl!

Inga... Inga.

How did you get here?

Oh, Karl, getting into a camp is no problem.

You're very pale, you're thin.

I-I'm all right.

I've got a good job here and...

friends.

Herr Frey, Herr Felscher, Maria Kalova.

We've heard so much about you, Inga.

I'm very happy

to meet you all.

There are worse places

than Theresienstadt.

That's right.

We're still alive.

Why did you come here?

To be with you.

I am sure

you want to be alone.

I was convinced that I'd never see you again.

I told you not to despair.

Yes, I remember your letters,

so full of hope and kind words.

And I remember who brought them to me.

Muller told you?

He boasted about it.

Inga... why?

Karl, I did it to reach you,

to try to keep us together.

Well, you chose a strange way.

When I think of that animal...

that pig... and you together.

Karl, you must believe me.

I tried not to.

There was no respect.

There was nothing between us.

I hated him...

and I hate him even more now.

I would have preferred never to see you again.

Would you?

Others have remained alone,

without families, no letters,

and they have survived.

Felscher has not seen or heard from anyone

in over four years.

Maria Kalova... her husband was killed by the Gestapo.

I felt that you were not like anyone else,

that you needed my love...

if only in a letter.

Yes.

That's the truth.

I would never have survived without contact from you.

No matter how you got it to me.

Oh, Karl.

We put that behind us now.

Remember when you used to call me your Saskia...

Rembrandt's wife and model?

We'll make the best of this, and soon we will be free.

I know it.

Inga, the Nazis will get rid of us

long before they surrender.

Well, we can't give up, and now I'm with you.

And what have you got?

A burned-out artist

without a shred of human emotion left in him.

Karl, that isn't you.

You are alive.

I remember when your father left for Poland.

He kissed your mother and he said,

"No matter what happens,

"Amor vincit omnia.

Love conquers all."

Why did you come?

Because I am your wife.

Because I love you.

Because no matter what happens,

I will be with you.

How I love you.

6,000 a day.

But how shall we select them?

You're members of the Jewish Council of Warsaw Ghetto.

You know your people.

What do we tell them?

Tell them the truth.

They're being transported to family camps in Russia.

Work camps?

Exactly.

Fresh air, good food.

Parents and children together.

It's better than staying

in this stink hole you've let Warsaw become.

People may resist.

You people haven't resisted yet.

You realize

since the murder of Heydrich,

we can't be as merciful as we have been.

But at the rate of 6,000 a day,

the ghetto will be emptied.

Nonsense.

We just want to drain off the excess.

People like you...

Officials, police, doctors... You'll stay.

You understand?

Good.

Now remember, 4:00 p.m. every day,

seven days a week,

6,000 at the rail station.

What did you find out?

The trains aren't going to Russia.

Where are they going?

Treblinka.

Three hours away.

Treblinka?

Another Polish work camp?

It's a death camp.

Polish Christians go to a work camp.

The Jews go from the trains to this big building.

The SS tell them it's for delousing.

It's what we suspected?

They have fake signs.

Hatmakers, tailors, leatherworks.

They tell them when you get your bath,

you'll be assigned a job,

but they never come out.

They're gassed to death.

6,000 a day?

Whole families.

Mothers with kids, old people.

You were right all along.

Forgive me for doubting you.

Campaign in North Africa

is gaining momentum.

Five more towns on the Libyan-Tunisian border

fell to forces of the 8th Army.

A total of 141 sorties were flown

by allied planes over France in the low countries

in the past 24 hours.

Word from Polish resistance forces states

that Nazi troops are indulging in atrocities

against the Polish population,

including the shooting of Polish civilians.

This ends our news broadcast from BBC London.

Shooting of Polish civilians!

They've known about Treblinka for weeks,

the gas chambers,

the liquidation of the ghettos,

and not a word on the BBC!

Now you understand why we're Zionists.

Maybe they can't believe what we told them.

Or choose not to believe.

We sent word to them.

"The Jews of Poland are being systematically destroyed.

Broadcast it."

Answer came back,

"Not all your radiograms lend themselves to publication."

They think we're lying.

The crime is so huge, no one believes it.

There's only one answer: more guns.

That fellow Anton on the Christians side...

You'll have to go see him again.

Maybe we can pull a few people off the transports.

There are vacant buildings near the rail station.

I've had this notion of starting a clinic there.

Yes, you may save a handful,

but the answer is in guns.

Keep moving!

Come on.

Stay in line!

Damn it, why don't they fight?

A half million of us, a handful of them.

If we die, we die.

Josef,

the boy with the briefcase...

He's one of my pupils.

You don't have to look, Berta.

Why not?

How bad can Russia be?

There'll be jobs for us.

It's a family camp.

I know.

And we'll be together.

Hey, what's Dr. Weiss up to?

I didn't know he was down here.

Hey, Dr. Weiss, what are you doing down here?

Mr. Lowy, you're too sick to travel.

Into the clinic. Your wife, also.

But I don't get it. I'm-I'm not sick.

Into the clinic.

What clinic?

I'm trying to pull people off the transports.

Don't say a word. Act sick. Go on.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Uh, three of you... You can't travel.

This child looks as if it's incubating typhus.

Go to the clinic, over there, please.

Sit over here.

You are all too sick to travel.

What's going on here?

The rail station clinic.

It was authorized yesterday.

These people are too sick to travel.

If this shipment is short, I'm in trouble.

You idiot, nobody's going to get into trouble.

We have orders not to let people

who are incubating typhus or cholera

to get on the trains!

Get out of this clinic!

You leave my patients alone, or I'll report you!

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Fill the cars.

No shoving.

Families stay together.

You will be kept together in the family camp.

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Move quickly.

Stay in line.

And so they leave.

6,000 today,

6,000 tomorrow.

If we try to save six

or ten,

maybe even 20...

Move quickly and stay in line.

Does it mean anything, Josef?

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Move quickly and stay in line.

Fill the cars. Fill the cars.

No shoving.

Families stay together.

You'll be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Bye!

Bye!

Good-bye!

Bye!

All of you,

against the wall!

Strip it bare!

We'll find them.

Tear up the floor!

Any idea who did these?

It could have been any one of half a dozen!

We comfort them, give them special privileges,

and this is the way those dirty Jews repay us!

Calm down, Major.

Actually, they aren't bad.

We want the identity of every artist.

We want all the work...

Every sketch, every drawing, every painting.

And we want all the conspirators on the outside

who are helping to smuggle these atrocities.

That shouldn't be too hard to find out, should it?

No, we'll find out all right.

But why this fuss over some lousy drawings?

We want to keep the Jews quiet

now that we're entering a new phase.

And there are protests from the neutrals.

Go on, bring them in.

Seem to be in a spot of trouble, Major.

You're sweating.

"Now there rose up a new king in Egypt

who knew not Joseph."

Kaltenbrunner is our new king, hey, Major.

Shall I?

Yes, please.

This is your domain.

I'm Adolf Eichmann.

This is Major Dorf from Berlin.

May I have your names, please,

where you come from?

You.

Otto Felscher.

From Karlsruhe.

Emil Frey. Prague.

He's the ringleader.

I'll beat it out of him.

Shh. Major.

You?

Karl Weiss. Berlin.

Now come forward

and tell me which of you are responsible for these horrors.

Do as the major says! Move!

Well?

This...

is mine.

This and this...

are mine.

Felscher.

I did this.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Major Dorf has come from Berlin to found out

how many of these atrocious pictures exist,

where they're hidden, where they've been sent

and who are your contacts on the outside.

Frey, would you like to start?

There are no other pictures.

Weiss?

These are the only drawings.

You.

Th...

they are...

th-they... Come on, tell it.

The commandant knows the work we do here.

It's only portraits and...

Lying...!

I know of no other pictures.

Weiss,

what is the function of art?

The function of art?

I believe someone said it is to enhance life.

And you call this garbage life-enhancing?

"Transport East."

"Ghetto Children."

How could you produce such lies,

such distortions and claim that it's art?

Because it's the truth.

Then tell me why the Red Cross has inspected this camp

a dozen times and never found these conditions?

Tell Weiss that his wife has just arrived from Berlin,

that might change his mind.

Weiss, the commandant tells me

that your wife arrived from Berlin recently.

That's right.

I'm sure

that she'd want you to tell the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

Felscher?

I...

Do you want to say something?

No, he doesn't.

Let him answer.

No...

nothing.

Weiss...

I have the feeling I've met you.

Is that true?

I have no recollection of you.

Now this is Berliner to Berliner.

Forget about these Czechs and Austrians.

Berliners kept me in Buchenwald

for four years.

Berliners sent my parents to Warsaw.

Ah, that's the trouble with you people,

you can't forget the past.

Now these drawings mean a great deal to me.

You have a Christian wife.

Something may be worked out.

Free us?

We could look into it.

Otherwise, I'll hand you over to Rahm

and your wife won't want to see you when it's over.

There is no conspiracy.

There are... there are no other pictures.

Get the information from them.

Take them away.

You look as pale as they do.

Do I?

You mustn't let it upset you.

Rahm's people will soon get at the truth.

You'll be able to go back

to Berlin a hero.

Karl?

Karl!

Where are they taking you?

Inga, stay back.

Just stay back!

I'll be all right!

No! No! No!

They won't hurt me!

Please, just stay back!

Let me go with him, please. He's done nothing.

Inga, please, go back! It'll be all right!

Karl!

Karl!

Karl!

Come on.

Hurry up.

This way.

Over here.

In there.

Keep moving.

Frey?

Can you hear me? Yes, Karl.

Yes!

Felscher?

Can you hear us? I hear you.

What are they going to do to us?

Beat us, I imagine.

Remember our agreement.

It was my fault.

I sold the pictures.

Felscher, listen.

They may hurt us, but they will not kill us!

I'm not a brave man.

I'm past 60.

My kidneys are weak.

I wasn't meant to be a hero.

You'll surprise yourself, Felscher.

They tell me that after a while you don't even notice it.

Oh!

Felscher, stop it!

Listen, you two.

Have you ever been to Italy?

No.

But I've wanted to go for years.

The three of us...

Let's make a vow.

With our wives,

a grand tour of Florence, Venice...

But don't forget Arezzo.

I'm a Piero della Francesca

man, Weiss.

We mustn't miss the frescos in San Lorenzo.

Siena, Perugia, Orvieto.

I'll let you and Felscher make out the itinerary.

You want to talk before we begin?

I don't know anything.

Please.

No. No.

No! No, please, no!

Not a word!

Felscher, to hell with them!

We've given into them too long!

You want to go back

to the commandant's office and talk?

I've got nothing to tell you.

Italy, Weiss!

Italy!

Florence!

The Ufizzi Gallery!

Italy, Weiss!

Italy!

You want to talk now?

No.

Oh, no.

No.

Finished.

The old man's dead.

Weiss and Frey won't talk.

They must talk.

Then I'll have to work on them some more.

For God sakes, don't kill them!

Those fellows are going to end up in Auschwitz.

Only after they talk.

Major Dorf says

the second you tell him about the drawings, you're free.

I don't know anything.

The last of them.

We got them out just in time.

Yeah, but does it mean anything, these pictures?

It must.

To tell the world the truth later.

I suppose so.

I was so tempted to take them all

right to the commandant and say, "Here they are.

Now give me back my Karl!"

He and Frey would prefer this.

I know.

I hope so.

My God, I hope so.

Frey?

Frey?!

Can you hear me?

Yes.

They broke my hands.

Mine, too.

It will be a long time before we paint again.

We may end up like Felscher.

We had no right to make him resist.

He did what he thought was right.

We can't worry about it anymore.

I was a coward all my life.

A kid who ran away from fights.

I cried the first day I went to school.

I wasn't meant to be a hero, either.

Italy, Frey.

Michelangelo's David.

The Sistine Chapel.

The line outside.

They've undressed by now. Next.

Sorting the clothing.

All the laborers are Jews, special teams.

What happens to them?

They go eventually.

A selection process.

Those who work to the right.

Those for special handling to the left.

Inside one of the chambers before the Zyklon B is dropped.

During.

Afterwards.

Special teams go in and remove the bodies.

Removing teeth,

cutting hair. Is Hoess making sure there's no pilferage?

At Maidanek we had to court-martial some men

for stealing state property.

He's quite strict.

Next photo.

The crematory.

We're experimenting with conveyor belts.

Burial pits for the ashes.

Lights, please.

Well, you seem to have taken to your new assignment

with your usual dedication, Dorf.

I meant to talk to you about that, General,

about being reassigned to Berlin,

so your job can be easier.

You're a detail man, Dorf, not a policy maker.

Stay in Poland, work with the camp commandants.

But there is the matter of my wife.

I hate to bring it up.

A little cheating while Daddy's gone?

Not at all, sir.

Mrs. Dorf is ill.

She's had a weak heart for years,

and these prolonged absences of mine

are having an adverse effect on her.

Well, then, bring her to our hospital.

Let her take a vacation.

Nothing's too good for an SS wife.

That's very kind of you, General,

but with the bombings and the shortages,

I should be in Berlin with her.

You amaze me, Dorf!

Our armies are being bled white at Stalingrad.

The British and the Americans are leveling our cities.

And you complain about a sick wife.

I had thought that out of my devoted service

to the SS... Major!

You are lucky still to be wearing this uniform.

You made enemies,

covered up information about your background.

That's not so. What's the difference?

The men think you did.

I am not being treated fairly.

Stay in your job.

Keep the camps operating.

And maybe you can be transferred later.

Maybe.

"Corpses buried at Babi Yar are to be dug up and burned.

"Not a trace is to remain.

"This is of the highest priority.

"The crematoria obviously are not doing the job.

"We suggest you start a program

"of outdoor burnings to destroy the bodies.

"Huge pyres of railroad ties

drenched in gasoline may prove more efficient."

I suspected for a long time.

All the talk about spies, saboteurs,

stopping disease.

Where did you find those copies?

Really doesn't matter, does it?

You were so adamant about people telling lies about you,

I knew something must be wrong.

What did Kaltenbrunner say?

I go to Poland tomorrow.

And you didn't stand up for yourself?

After all you've done for them?

None of it matters

anymore, Marta.

Poland, the Ukraine.

The walls are tumbling.

Don't say that.

Kaltenbrunner senses it when you talk like that.

No wonder your career's in ruins.

Oh, Erik, it's evident from these letters

and from your behavior that you're sick of your work.

You're ashamed of it.

Maybe I am sometimes.

But you can't let yourself be.

Do what you're told till the end.

That will convince people that what you're doing is right.

Marta.

My gentle Marta.

How I've misread you.

I thought you'd be furious.

I've been supervising the killing of women and children...

Don't say it! Don't.

And all you're outraged over

is that I'm not prouder of my work!

But you must be!

Do what you're told to the end.

That will convince people that what you're doing is right.

Don't laugh at me.

Don't laugh at me. Don't.

I'm not laughing at you, Marta!

I'm astounded at my own stupidity.

Yes.

I have no choice.

I must enter into my work with more enthusiasm.

Erik...

I'm afraid we'll be punished.

Punished?

All of us.

No.

You've done nothing wrong, Marta.

And I've been a good soldier.

Those letters.

The naked people.

The gas chambers.

The funeral pyres.

That's why they must all be done away with,

so that no one knows.

So that no one can tell lies about you.

We call it a family camp to make them less apprehensive.

Don't they realize?

Some do, and there are occasional outbursts,

but it's usually over with quickly.

Delightful.

Major, this is Professor Pfannenstiel,

expert on hygiene from Marburg University.

He's an expert on sanitation disposal

and so on.

He may be of some help.

Anything I can help you with, it will be my privilege,

but, um, where is the, uh...?

Inside.

And the subjects?

There's a group waiting.

You'll see in a moment.

Everything is made as pleasant as possible.

Lawns, the music.

Families kept together.

Yes, yes.

Most humane.

♪ ♪

Shall we go inside?

After you, Professor.

Thank you.

Dorf?

So Kaltenbrunner got rid of you.

That's not true.

Kicked you out of that soft job in Berlin.

So now he's got you touring the special handling centers.

But I hear your stomach isn't so strong.

It's strong enough.

I wasn't sure whether you and the major wanted

to get so close to the operation.

The heat and the stink

can be pretty bad.

We run 46

like this.

Very efficient.

Dorf,

he gave you the boot

because some Jew artists wouldn't talk.

That's a lie, Hoess.

Someone's spreading vicious rumors.

Well, don't look at me.

I shove them in,

gas and burn them.

I just do my job.

And, uh, this is the actual...?

They're told it's a fumigating bath,

a delousing shower.

Of course, for their peace of mind.

By the way, what's your daily output?

12,000 when all the furnaces are going.

And when I.G. Farben or some other outfit

isn't demanding Jews to work for them.

Major Hoess has a most sensitive job, Professor.

Not only Special Handling, but keeping it quiet.

Believe me, I know.

I won't tell a soul about this visit.

Secrecy is our watchword.

Maybe the professor could figure out some way

of cutting down the stench from the chimneys.

The Polacks can smell it for miles around.

Ha! Some secret.

And the fumigating agent?

Through that hole in the ceiling there.

Zyklon B crystals.

When they hit the air, they vaporize.

It's over in minutes.

But the stuff deteriorates,

so we had to organize our own distribution system.

Even set up a holding company

for the shipment and sale of the stuff.

But, uh...

only the big wheels in Berlin get to own shares.

Professor.

Coming?

How wonderfully quiet they are.

We've got it worked out to a factory system,

but I'm still behind schedule.

They undress, we take the valuables,

we take them to the showers,

we burn them and bury the ashes.

Absolutely ingenious.

Ready, sir.

Go ahead.

Come!

You see? It's only a shower.

Just for five minutes.

It will clean you up and kill the lice.

There's a viewing hole, Professor,

if you'd care to look.

Look? Me?

Uh, Major Dorf,

perhaps you would want to...

I've already seen it.

Fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic.

Like... like...

like a scene from Dante's Inferno.

And those sounds...

almost like the wailing in a synagogue.

When the guards approach, begin entering the cars.

Move quickly

and stay in line.

You will be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Sit over there and act sick.

They're onto you. You saw them watching us.

I'll handle it. They're coming.

Berta, out the back door.

Zalman, go with her.

Everyone on their feet.

These people are sick.

Quiet, Weiss.

I said on your feet.

What in hell is going on here?

Branch clinic of the hospital, Captain.

They don't look sick to me.

Weiss, why wasn't I advised of this?

You were.

I can't be blamed if your office is inefficient.

This is some kind of racket Weiss is running, isn't it?

I have fever.

No such authorization.

Nothing in my files either, Captain.

Dismantle that clinic.

Burn it.

Put anyone connected with it on tomorrow's transport.

Excuse me, Frau Weiss.

You must come with me.

May we sing the song once more?

I'm afraid not.

May I speak to my husband first?

He will be at the station.

Teacher, are you coming back tomorrow?

Of course, Aaron.

For the rest of the day,

you will read from Shakespeare.

We were doing so well with Twelfth Night.

Aaron, you will lead the class.

You will all keep up with your studies.

To be educated is to be a better person.

Good-bye, children.

Move along!

Stay in line!

Keep moving!

Hey.

There she is.

Mrs. Lowy.

Mr. Lowy.

I see we are to be fellow passengers.

You know, Berta, I feel about Mr. Lowy

as if he was an old classmate of mine.

We've been down the same road.

Deported from Berlin, to Warsaw and now...

A family camp in Russia.

Oh, no, don't, don't cry.

We were ready for a change anyway.

So, the resistance loses its printer.

How will they manage?

I trained Eva to run the press. Ah.

There's big things in the works, Doc.

I'm sorry we're going to miss it.

And, uh, my brother, Moses?

They must've come looking for him, too.

He's safe, hiding with Zalman.

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Fill the cars.

No shoving.

Families stay together.

You will be kept together at the family camp.

Dr. Weiss, I'm sorry...

Listen, Karp, my wife can be excused?

She's a teacher. She's an interpreter.

She's speaks better German than your masters.

Make an appeal for her.

Not a chance, Doctor.

It's my neck also.

You can't get rid of me that easily, Josef.

I'm just saying good-bye to our friend Karp here.

Don't blame me; they'll get around to me one of these days.

If we don't first.

Begin entering the cars.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together...

Well, it's not exactly the Orient Express.

Come on now, stop crying.

I can't help it.

I'm frightened.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together...

As long as we're together, Josef,

they can't destroy us.

Fill the cars. No shoving.

Change of routing.

Treblinka's full, you're going to Auschwitz.

Families stay together.

Move quickly and stay in line.

You will be kept together on the journey

and in the family camp.

Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God,

the Lord is one...

You don't pray?

I don't know how. You?

I stopped when my family was killed.

May the God of Israel protect you.

Something from the Book, Rabbi.

Any help we can get is welcomed.

"And David said onto his men...

Gird ye on every man his sword."

First Samuel.

Good.

You'd convince me.

I'd convince myself.

Go.

Rudi?

This time don't hesitate.

Kill when you have to.

Hey!

Battalion messenger. The phone's are out.

I have a message for the captain.

What captain? How should I know?

I've got it right here.

Here it is.

Van Kalt.

Is that what it is?

Van Kalt?

Klaus, are you all right?

♪ ♪

Keys to the gun room.

Yes, don't shoot!

Over here! Check the ammunitions store!

I think they're down here.

Let's find out.

Where'd they go?