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Sight along the barrel.

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

Ready, aim, fire.

Now all we need is ammunition.

Treblinka, Belzec, the other camps

aren't fulfilling their job of resettlement.

Something on a grander scale is envisioned.

Grander?

Toward the Final Solution of the Jewish problem.

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

we recommend this.

Zyklon B.

Has it been tested on, um...?

Humans?

Well, you know the sort of thing...

Criminals, incurables.

You would know better than I about that, Major.

Felscher, the sketches we finished...

I can't find them.

That's right. I sold them.

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

What's happened?

They tried to assassinate Heydrich.

He's not expected to live.

Oh, Karl!

Oh, Inga... Inga...

What did you find out?

The trains aren't going to Russia.

Where are they going?

Treblinka.

Another Polish work camp?

It's a death camp.

Josef,

the boy with the briefcase...

He's one of my pupils.

You don't have to look, Berta.

Why not?

Bye!

Bye!

Good-bye!

Bye!

Tear up the floor!

And these drawings mean a great deal to me.

You have a Christian wife.

Something may be worked out.

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.

No...!

Karl!

No.

They broke my hands.

Mine, too.

It will be a long time before we paint again.

Fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic.

Like a...

Like a scene from Dante's Inferno.

And those sounds.

Almost like they're really in a synagogue.

♪ ♪

You are hurting him.

Be quiet,

or I'll throw you out, wife or no.

You will kill him with your stupid raids!

Try to hang on.

It was worth it.

You must see what we got.

A machine gun, grenades, magazines.

I don't give a damn about your haul!

I want my husband.

He's bleeding again.

Give me another bandage.

Ah.

From a Mauser.

Something to show your children.

Have it gold-plated!

Would you stop it?!

I hate you! I hate all of you!

You joke as if this is a game!

My husband is almost dead,

and you joke about the bullet that nearly killed him.

I hate this camp and your useless war.

So you kill a German here

and a Ukrainian there, and so what?!

We will all be dead in another winter!

I don't want to be here anymore.

You did that almost as well as my father.

I'm sorry I didn't know him.

I'll get something to help you sleep.

Helena?

Rudi, you could have died, and for what?

To show them that we're not cowards.

They can't kill us and get away with it.

But they are killing us.

They are killing millions, and no one fights back?

No one cares.

Tell me that you love me.

I love you.

I love you.

But they will come back one day, and...

you will...

You said once we'd never die.

I don't believe it anymore.

We'll live.

You'll meet my family.

They'll love you as much as I do.

The next time that you go out

with Sasha and the men,

I want to go with you.

Not my wife.

I want to carry a gun, Rudi.

I want to be with you.

I'll talk to Sasha.

Let's go, Weiss.

Don't beat me again.

I'll die this time.

No beating.

You're going to Auschwitz.

Can I... Can I please see my wife?

Half an hour.

No use looking for them.

Your friend Frey is dead.

I know. Felscher, too.

You're lucky you're still alive.

They set you free!

Oh, Karl!

Inga...

They've beaten you.

I'm alive.

Your hands!

They made sure that I would...

never draw again.

Inga...

you can't heal them.

They say you get used to it.

It's not true.

Please don't tell me anymore.

We shouted how we would go to Italy

to see the museums and the churches.

And stop to paint.

Frey was a Piero Della Francesca man.

He wanted to see Arezzo.

We'll go to Arezzo for Frey some day, Karl.

I will never see Italy.

My brief moment of courage is over.

They're sending me to Auschwitz.

No, you won't go.

And if you go, I'll go with you.

But you can't, Inga.

You must tell Karl.

Tell me what?

Karl...

your child is in me.

My child.

Ours, yes.

You mustn't have it.

No, I will.

This is why Maria says I must stay here.

Children have been born in Theresienstadt.

I've seen them.

Cursed for the rest of their lives.

It need not be that way.

The women will protect Inga, Karl.

They'll be good to the baby.

Inga...

if you love me...

end its life before it ever sees this wretched place.

I will not.

Karl, please...

I want your blessing for our child.

I want no child.

The rabbis say that every life is a sanctification.

A holy spark.

You must let Inga have your child.

A child that I will never know.

You will.

I promise you.

Show him the drawings...

when he's old enough to understand.

Bye.

I love you.

Good-bye, my darling.

Hold it!

Wait a minute.

It's all right, Officer, we're not smugglers.

We're merchants.

Just be sure you are back before curfew.

Oh, of course.

Go!

Hup!

Come on.

Four guns.

Four grenades.

Now, how are we supposed to start a revolution with these?

It's a beginning.

How many of us are left in the Warsaw ghetto, Moses?

I don't know... maybe 50,000.

300,000 taken away to Treblinka and Auschwitz.

If we can kill a few of them, get their rifles,

maybe a machine gun.

I'm not so sure they'd be willing to oblige us.

You know, somehow, I don't make a convincing cowboy.

Jews and guns, it's a bad combination.

It's Zalman.

The SS has blocked the streets.

What, they suspect something?

You may have been followed.

They're searching buildings.

What are we looking for, anyway?

Some of the Poles have guns.

Go. Break the door.

As soon as they come in, shoot.

Hide.

Break the door.

Why don't you? You're afraid?

Afraid of Jews? Ha!

Medic! Medic! Help!

Eva, take the guns! The guns!

Hurry up!

There is a God after all.

Jews fighting back.

Take these.

Everyone out.

The tunnels.

Watch it. Stay low.

Careful.

That's really smart... loading the guns!

We killed some of the bastards!

Look. It's begun.

Sooner than we wanted, but it's begun.

You don't aim them.

You just point the barrel and spray shots.

I want one, too.

Wait till you grow up.

They're here!

We'll meet them outside.

Zalman, Aaron, come with me.

We'll take these.

Move! Over here.

Move! Move! Move!

Be careful with snipers.

You three, come with me in the first group.

Aaron.

Keep your eyes always open!

Over here!

All right, come on.

Come on this way.

Move. Watch out.

Go.

Retreat.

They die like anyone else.

I never doubted that.

It's just that we were afraid to kill them.

I don't believe it.

They are going.

Land mines.

Now, who knows anything about land mines?

From the Poles? A gift?

A purchase.

We paid for them generously.

Well, they're trying to fight.

We can't count on it.

My friends, there's only ourselves.

Zalman, post guards.

We're at war.

We don't need these to remind us who we are.

Aha!

Instructions on how to assemble a land mine.

Now I wonder if the Talmud has any advice for us

on the subject.

Where's Berta?

She's over there. Oh.

Berta?

Josef!

Oh! Oh, Josef!

Oh... oh...

But if they catch you here, you will be punished.

It's all right, Lowy forged a pass for me.

But you are forbidden to be here.

I've become an adept liar.

How are you?

Mm...

I'm all right.

There's a rumor that we are all to be given work

in the IG Farben factory tomorrow.

Perhaps they need a concert pianist.

Oh, Josef.

Berta, they've consigned us to hell,

but we must defy them.

And we must try to live.

I thought about...

the boys and Inga.

Mm...

I, too.

Something tells me they're alive.

If one of us should die here,

the other must try to find them

and, and stay with them and love them.

Do you understand what I mean?

Oh, yes, Josef.

Not just because we're family,

but because we're Jews.

They want so desperately to destroy us.

Surely we must be worthwhile.

But if we can teach others something...

Move along!

There you go! Move!

Hey! No men allowed in here!

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Find her a place.

She's crazy; can't talk.

What did you do to her?

Nothing.

She came in on yesterday's train.

They took her parents for the showers.

She watched them go in.

Showers.

We know.

See to it she doesn't mess herself.

"Sofia Alatri. Milano, Italy."

It's hard to remember we're all people...

Individual humans

with names, homes, families.

That's how they kill us.

They take away what we are.

And it's easier to press us in the...

There's no such thing.

No such thing, what you're talking about.

It's only for showers.

Poor child.

Just like my Anna.

How can people be so cruel?

An old story, my husband says.

When you don't know what else to do, pick on Jews.

You can speak to me, Sofia.

I'm your friend.

Hmm?

Look...

Pictures of my children.

Wonderful young people, just like you.

This is my Karl and Inga,

and this is Rudi.

You would like Rudi.

He's 24 now... so handsome.

And next to him is Anna.

She's a little older than you.

I'm as frightened as she is, but I'm ashamed to show it.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Maybe they will have work for us tomorrow.

Poor child; you're cold.

Hmm?

Tell me about Italy.

Milano.

She can't remember.

Maybe she's better off.

You're a beautiful child.

Just like my Anna.

Everyone in this barracks, fall out!

Why?

Do you have work for us?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Hurry up.

We don't have all day.

It must be some kind of work, Frau Weiss.

Don't you think so?

No, I'm afraid not.

Come on!

Just move.

Get up! Come on, get up!

Sit up.

That will not be necessary.

She's crazy.

She will come with me.

Move! Come on, Lowy.

I-I'm an expert cook.

They can use me in the kitchen.

Just move.

Where are you taking us?

No questions.

Move!

Come on, move! Move, move along.

Just like my Anna.

♪ ♪

Clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

You are going to the showers.

Move along.

Come on, move along.

Take your clothes off.

You are going to the showers.

You will be back in ten minutes.

You needn't lie to us.

I am Berta Weiss.

My husband is Dr. Josef Weiss.

He and this woman's husband... Franz Lowy...

Are with the people who are building the road.

Please tell them what has happened.

Move on; come on.

Move on.

Come on.

Mothers with children,

hold them closely and tell them to breathe deeply.

It's good for them.

The disinfecting takes ten minutes.

Form a line.

Come this way.

Hold me tight.

I will protect you.

See, it is a shower room.

Good-bye, Josef.

I love you.

Are you all right, Doctor?

Yes.

Yes, yes. Just a little bit dizzy.

You don't look so hot.

Maybe you should go to the hospital.

I think not, Mr. Lowy.

As long as we work, we survive.

Well, that guy, that civilian engineer,

he's different from the rest.

Why?

Because he's spared our lives as long as we can work?

No.

He's sticking his neck out.

I heard the SS officers were on his back to get rid of Jews.

He hid 300 of us here.

You're right, Mr. Lowy,

it was a mean thought on my part.

He seems decent enough.

You're not well?

Oh, yes, yes, quite all right.

Better to work than the alternative.

What's your name?

Josef Weiss.

Dr. Josef Weiss.

Medical doctor?

Yes.

I have a general practice in Berlin.

Why don't you tend the fire?

Come on.

I'm very grateful to you.

How are you, Erik?

I'm well enough.

Let's see.

Christmas, Berlin, right?

That's right.

Marta and the children.

Good to see you, Erik.

And I'm delighted to see you, Uncle Kurt.

I've got some real coffee inside.

Come on.

Your roads are most important to us,

as are sanitary precautions... Prevention of contagion.

Great deal of disease in Auschwitz.

As much among those who run it

as the prisoners, I imagine.

Disease of the spirit, perhaps,

or of the soul itself.

You've become even more, uh...

What shall I say? Righteously indignant than ever.

What we do we do out of necessity.

Stop it.

Save those lies for the Jews you've been murdering.

Lying to them up until the last moment.

Why do you have to strip them naked?

Can't you at least, in the name of God,

let them die with some dignity?

I've seen your SS louts grinning at the naked women.

They are criminals and enemies,

and they are sent to the processing plant naked

for sanitary reasons.

Jews in the Warsaw ghetto are fighting back.

Think of that.

Those despised unarmed people in Warsaw,

defying the "master race."

It almost restores one's faith in Divine Providence.

I'm told you're using several hundred Jews as laborers

when there are Russians and Poles available.

What of it?

You're not supposed to.

Jews are marked for special handling.

We'll send you a Red Army detail...

Strong backs, dull brains.

No.

Do you curry favor with enemies of the Reich?

The children of those Jewish laborers

will rise to destroy Germany.

I should strangle you as a favor to your father.

How many dead will satisfy you?

A million?

Two million?

We must keep on killing them, don't you see?

If we stop, it's an admission of guilt.

But if we go on, we prove to the world

that we had total dedication to our mission...

that what we did were moral and historical necessities.

Try to understand that.

I understand too well.

Now get out of here!

They've gone.

You are not allowed in here.

Please...

My wife and Mrs. Lowy... Are they working?

Don't blame me.

I just take orders...

like everyone here.

Oh... Damn them.

Damn them.

Why do they have it all their way?

Why... Why doesn't somebody...

say no to them?

Thank... you.

Thank you.

It's Passover, Weiss.

April 19, 1943.

I haven't forgotten.

But I'm afraid you and I shall have no Seder.

We could've attended the one the SS invited us to last night.

Yes, I heard the sound truck, too.

Anyone accept?

Not even Elijah the prophet.

I might've gone.

When I was a kid, my brother always got to ask

the four questions.

Maybe last night, the SS would have given me the honor.

Perhaps... before shooting you.

God knows how he is, my brother...

He and Berta.

We could use a doctor now, Weiss.

To treat the wounded?

Mm-hmm.

My inclination would be to shoot our wounded.

That doesn't sound like you.

Well, I'm wiser than I was a year ago.

Tell me, Zalman, how many soldiers do we have?

Four hundred, armed.

And others?

A few hundred who'll support us.

The remaining 50,000... terrified.

So am I.

I wasn't cut out to shoot guns.

Who was?

Do you know that tomorrow is Hitler's birthday?

Mm-hmm.

Did you also know that Himmler promised us

as a birthday present?

Warsaw is to be cleaned of Jews to celebrate the event.

Candles on his cake.

I never thought I'd be resigned to dying.

I don't mind.

Provided it's with a gun in my hands.

Put that light out.

I'm cleaning up for Passover.

Put out that light.

I'm not critical, mind you.

Just speechless.

They're on time, as ever.

A happy Passover to our Jewish friends.

Come out in peace, and we shall arrange a Seder meal for you.

Forget this foolish battle, put down your guns.

Those who led you into battle betrayed you.

A happy Passover to our Jewish friends.

Come out in peace and we shall arrange a Seder meal.

They're not leaving.

Just coming back in force.

Commence march!

Always our miserable ghetto police first

and then the Lithuanians.

Save your fire for the Germans.

Oh, it's a pleasure.

Someday. I'll be able to tell

a Lithuanian SS man I saved his life.

Now.

Get back! Get back!

Back! Step it!

Cover our retreat!

All is lost! Run!

Get back, all of you! Run! Run!

Give 'em a parting blast.

Look at them run!

Zalman, for the first time in my life,

I feel the blood of King David in me!

Don't go overboard, Weiss.

Well, just a drop or two.

It's the last of the Passover wine.

Share it with us.

Oh, no, no. It's yours.

Please. You need it.

Good yontif. Good yontif.

Good yontif. Good yontif.

L'chaim. L'chaim.

"Why is this night different from all other nights?

"On any other night,

"we may eat either leavened or unleavened bread

"but on this night only unleavened bread.

"On any other night, we may eat any kind of herbs,

"but this night, only bitter herbs.

"On any other night, we do not dip even once,

"but on this night, twice.

"On all other nights, we eat either sitting or reclining,

but on this night, we all recline..."

"It was that we were all slaves unto Pharaoh in Egypt,

"and the Eternal God brought us forth from thence

with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm."

They're back in force.

"Blessed be, he had not brought forth our ancestors from Egypt,

"we and our children, and children's children would still have...

"Blessed art Thou, Eternal God,

Sovereign of the universe..."

"this night to eat unleavened cakes

and bitter herbs."

"seasons which approach us

"that they much rejoice in the building of Thy city

"and exalt in Thy service,

"and that we may eat there of the sacrificial

"Paschal Lambs whose blood shall be sprinkled

"on the side of Thine altar..."

Stay close to the buildings!

Blessed art Thou, O Eternal, who redeemest Israel..

Shut off the water!

Go ahead.

Fire!

Get 'em out! Tell 'em to hide!

Quickly, down the back stairs.

Get out!

We have got to get out! We can't hold on any longer!

Will you cover us?

I will! Get out! Run.

We got 'em in a cross fire!

Stopped 'em again!

Eva, the banner!

I can't believe my eyes.

The whole damn SS is retreating.

How does it feel, Weiss?

We have smitten the Philistines, hip and thigh.

I know Laka's in ruin, I know, but try to find them.

Yes, we need food and medicine also.

No, no surrender.

And, Steve, keep trying to reach the Polish resistance

outside the wall.

They haven't helped us yet, I know, but maybe they might.

How many days?

Today's May eighth.

Our battle with the SS started on April 19.

That's 20 days so far, and we're still fighting.

We never gave Hitler his birthday present.

Oh, we did.

But not the one Himmler promised him.

"Thousands of our women and children

"are being burnt alive in the houses.

"People enveloped in flames leap like torches from windows,

"but we fight on.

"It is a struggle for your and our freedom.

"We will avenge Auschwitz,

"Treblinka, Belzec and Majdanek.

"Long live freedom.

"Death to the murderers and criminal Nazis.

"Long live the life and death struggle

against the German barbarian."

See if you can get through with these.

I'll go with you as far as the entrance.

Right.

The last of our paper.

I've never been a brave man.

Nor I.

But I learned something.

We all die.

So why not make it worthwhile?

They shot him! He's dead!

They're all over! Outside!

Gas.

It's over.

The pills.

It's not enough for everyone.

Maybe some want to leave.

They're free to take their chances...

with the rest.

I'm staying.

You wish to go outside?

It's a chance.

Some hope.

All right.

I'll lead you out.

Zalman...

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Weiss.

Sorry I didn't get to know you better.

Some other time, perhaps.

Of course.

I have the right name,

but I'm afraid I can't lead you to the Promised Land.

Follow me.

Aaron.

Come on!

Out! With your hands up!

Come on, hurry up!

Come on, come on.

You won't be harmed.

Raise your hands!

Move over to the wall!

Keep your hands in the air!

Line up! Face the wall!

Aaron, take my hand.

Everybody take hands!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Oh, my God.

Something wrong?

This is dreadful.

Our street was bombed.

"Luckily, we were all in a shelter,

"having been given warning, so no one was injured.

"But I'm afraid there was damage to the apartment,

including our beautiful piano."

So long as everyone was safe.

The piano can be replaced.

Any gossip from Berlin?

I'm no longer privy to inside information,

now that Lichtenberg is dead.

Lichtenberg?

Oh, that priest at St. Hedwig's.

My wife says he died in Dachau.

You warned him yourself,

didn't you, Major?

Oh, how the stench

in those chimneys get right into this room.

How can man enjoy his lunch?

It can't be helped.

Processing 12,000 a day.

I've got 46 ovens.

They never stop.

You think you've got your problems?

I had to fight the army yesterday.

They were complaining because I was

commandeering their supply trains to ship Jews out to you.

Hoess, what's the policy on using Jews

on labor details?

Labor details?

Poles and Russians.

Jews are marked for special handling.

I'm told there are Jews who are still working the roads.

Shouldn't be. Jews are marked

for special handling.

A fellow from Warsaw there, he said,

he said the Jews fought for three weeks.

It took 7,000 Germans to suppress it.

Do they know any of our people?

No, no, he wasn't in the fight.

And that's... that's why he's still alive.

Pull harder!

Pull! Pull!

By whose orders?

Kommandant.

For what reason?

Sir, you will have to ask him.

You mean, now, this minute? Yes, sir.

Major Hoess says the detail will be replaced.

Stop! Fall in!

Counts of two!

Where are we being taken?

Delousing.

It's over, Mr. Lowy.

You and I have had a long journey, my friend.

Berlin, Warsaw, Auschwitz.

It wasn't any vacation.

No, no vacation.

You've been a good friend.

Yes, certainly, you were always one of my best patients.

Always paid your bills on time.

March forward!

Why do we still obey them?

We're finished anyway.

Ah, to hell with them!

Forward march!

Give me your hand, Dr. Weiss.

I feel as nervous as a kid

going to school for the first time.

Mr. Lowy, did you ever have your gall bladder looked after?

I've been warning you about it for years.

Since you first came to my office in Berlin.

I may have it done in the spring.

It's a hell of a way for men to die.

Maybe it's just for delousing.

Yeah, yeah.

I've been a printer all my life.

Look, there's still printer's ink under my fingernails.

Well... maybe those pamphlets helped.

I know they did.

Hold it! Stop the truck!

I think they were tipped off. Let's hit them.

No, scatter, hide.

We'll meet at the camp. We can take them.

I said no!

Everyone move!

After them!

Stop or we'll shoot!

Over there!

Helena?

Helena?

Helen...

Helena.

I don't understand.

How much did you hear?

Sounds like you're going to break out.

What's your name?

Rudi Weiss.

German?

Jew.

We are Red Army, 51st Division.

Weiss, if you are a spy, we have to kill you.

I'm not a spy.

If there's going to be a breakout, I want a gun.

I was a partisan for two years.

Whose unit?

Uncle Sasha, the doctor from Koretz.

What actions were you involved in?

Ambushed the Ukrainian SS on the Zhytomyr Road.

We attacked the SS headquarters in Krimitch.

We were caught trying to shoot up a convoy.

My wife... was killed.

What is this place?

Sobibor, Eastern Poland.

They gas 2,000 Jews a day, burn the bodies.

There is a field of ashes outside.

The SS sleep on pillows stuffed with Jewish hair.

I think I trust him.

He has got the look of a partisan.

All the bodies have been dug out of Babi Yar

and burned, Reichsführer.

33,000?

Over a hundred thousand.

The 33,000 was the harvest of our two-day reprisal.

How long ago it seems.

Eichmann?

I'm insisting on priorities for our trains.

The army can't be allowed to divert them.

Hoess?

Auschwitz is functioning... Overburdened but functioning.

In secrecy, I trust?

Insofar as is possible, Reichsführer.

What about these reports of rebellions?

Jews fighting back?

There's no resistance in Warsaw.

A few pockets,

but, by and large, they've all been liquidated.

Of course, there have been a few cases in the camps

but nothing major.

The Jews seem intent on aiding us

in their annihilation.

Resettlement.

Oh, Major Dorf... our expert in semantics.

We haven't heard much from you

since your assignment in the east.

Has your enthusiasm diminished?

I'm more enthusiastic

than the day I took the oath, Reichsführer.

Ah. Splendid, splendid.

Gentlemen, I would welcome suggestions from all of you

on plans for the future dismantling of the camps.

Oh, I'm not suggesting

that Germany will be defeated, mind you...

Dismantling, Reichsführer?

Yes, our job will soon be finished.

A Jew-free Europe.

So, perhaps the camps and the machinery

could soon be obliterated.

Forgive me, Reichsführer, but why?

Why?

Why erase the evidence?

Why was it necessary for you to dig up 100,000 corpses

and burn them at Babi Yar?

Why dismantle Auschwitz?

Would it not be more fitting to let them stand

as monuments to our great service to mankind?

Major, you misunderstand me.

I did not...

The Führer himself said

that we were here "to complete the work of Christianity...

Defending Western culture."

Oh, I agree, Major Dorf, but others may misunderstand us.

The Jews will lie about us.

Not if we tell the world the truth!

We must distribute film... photographs, affidavits.

We must explain logically and persuasively

why it was a moral and a racial necessity

to do what we did.

We have committed no crimes.

We have merely followed the logic of European history,

and eminent philosophers and churchmen

can be called upon to defend us.

A case can be made for Auschwitz.

I'm a lawyer, you know, I understand these things.

No shame, gentlemen, no apologies;

no maundering over dead Jews.

We must make clear to the world...

that we stood between civilization

and the Jewish plot to dominate the world,

to destroy decency.

We alone...

we...

were courageous enough.

The major may have a point.

Let us be certain in our hearts

that we fulfilled this task for the love of our own people

and that we have not been damaged in character,

in our innermost souls.

We have remained decent and loving men.

For that, we may be proud.

I know that man.

Karl.

Karl Weiss, the artist from Berlin.

We worked in Buchenwald, years ago.

The tailor shop, remember?

Then they sent you to, um, Theresienstadt.

Don't you remember the day we got into a fight

with a kapo over some bread?

You had a Christian wife.

She, uh... she used to smuggle letters in

through a sergeant.

Inga. Yeah.

You were upset that she, um...

But it's all over now.

You're lucky you lived so long.

The Americans are pushing through France.

The Russians were in Czechoslovakia, in Budapest.

The Nazis are through.

My father is here.

There's a rumor they're going to turn us all loose.

My father... my mother... here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Weiss.

God, what they did to your hands.

Paper.

Pencil.

Best I can do.

Thank you.

I know you, Weinberg.

You were a friend.

That's what I felt like.

A long time.

Are my boots ready?

I said my boots!

Who's he?

Ooh!

We cannot get there!

Let me try.

We move east.

The Red Army shouldn't be too far.

Coming with us, Weiss?

No. I have a family somewhere.

I want to find them.

The Germans will catch you again.

Not if I'm careful.

Good-bye, Barski.

Thank you.

Vanya.

All prisoners fall out of the barracks!

I repeat: all prisoners fall out of the barracks!

This is a general evacuation!

I repeat! All prisoners...

Weiss?

Fall out of the barracks.

This is a general evacuation.

Weiss?

All prisoners

fall out of the barracks! Oh...

We've come this far.

This is a general evacuation.

All prisoners fall out of the barracks.

You'll forgive me if I take it.

This is a general evacuation.

You won't be needing this, either.

I repeat: this is a general evacuation.

All prisoners fall out of the barracks!

I was merely a courier.

Heydrich gave me orders.

Kaltenbrunner.

A transmitter of orders, clerk.

A clerk?

Okay, tell me about this photograph.

Executions.

The people you see there were probably

saboteurs, guerillas.

Probably?

You know the nature of warfare.

It's sad, but some innocents may also have been killed.

I have no knowledge of such things.

What's this, Major?

I'm not certain.

Dead bodies, of course.

We've got sworn testimony from 24 witnesses

that you helped supervise gassing operations

at Auschwitz and other camps,

and were present when selections

and mass killings took place.

I may have been present a few times

as Berlin's representative, but I made no decisions.

These came from Berlin.

The Jews had to be dealt with.

Permitted to rise to power again,

their money and influence would destroy Germany,

and that is why we...

Unwillingly to be sure...

Why we had to liquidate children.

The children...

We had to kill the children, that's... they, uh...

The ch...

If I made the decisions, Dorf,

I'd put a bullet in your head right now.

But since we do things in a democratic way,

you'll be tried.

The Russians and the Poles have dibs on you.

I beg your pardon?

A legal claim.

I'd like to hand you over to the Jews.

Maybe the parents of these kids...

if they're alive.

I'm not being treated fairly.

I'm a lawyer.

I know my rights.

Go through these.

If you want to tell me anything, sound off.

I'll get a stenographer.

Hey, Eddie, we need a stenographer...

Uh, this is Corporal Dennison

in Captain Cassidy's office, down at headquarters.

Uh, the captain needs to

requisition a stenographer to take down a statement...

Yeah, that statement will be used as evidence...

Yeah, yeah, bilingual.

Okay, fine.

Um, tell, uh, Major Barinson

that, uh, we'll return the favor.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, get a medic!

"Be assured, dear Frau Dorf,

"that your husband, Major Erik Dorf, died a hero

"in the service of the Reich.

"We who are his comrades

"will honor his memory and keep

alive the great tradition he personified."

It's unsigned.

It is also untrue.

Untrue?

Marta, Erik took his own life.

The Americans had him in custody

as a war criminal.

In all likelihood, he would have been executed

or given a long term in prison.

You're lying!

You always hated Erik.

No, not always.

And I can no longer hate him.

I was too involved in his dreadful business myself

to pass judgment.

You get out of here!

My father was a hero!

Peter, you must face the truth.

You, and your mother and Laura... Shut up!

Your father was a murderer.

He and his colleagues,

those strutting men in black uniforms

were mechanical killers.

Oh, a heroic career...

The shooting and gassing

and torture of innocents. Mom, make him stop!

Kurt.

Leave us.

We never want to see you again.

How dare you defame Erik's name!

You should be praying for his soul.

Somebody else will have to furnish those prayers.

I watched and did nothing, and believed the lies.

We've got to face up

to what we are and what we've done.

I won't be silent.

Good-bye, Marta.

Good-bye, children.

Children...

we must light a candle to your father.

Hey.

Hello.

Rudi?

Rudi!

Rudi!

Inga!

Inga.

Oh.

Karl's son.

I named him Josef, after your father.

Oh...

People who knew Karl say he looks just like him.

He looks more like Churchill.

The same Rudi.

My God, how long has it been?

Seven years.

I remember the day you left Berlin.

Alone in the night.

Hey, Josef, smile.

This is your Uncle Rudi.

Rudi.

I went through Auschwitz after it was liberated.

They told me about Karl.

He'd been tortured here, hadn't he?

About some drawings, they said.

I'll show them to you.

Rudi, you've learned about your mother and father?

Yes.

The murder of people like that and millions of others.

You can hate me, if you wish,

for being one of them.

No, Inga,

I don't hate you.

I'm a kind of blank.

No hate, no love...

like the walking dead I saw in the camps.

No, not you, Rudi... never.

I was married when I was with the partisans.

A Czech girl.

She's dead.

We had to leave her body in the Ukraine.

I won't go back and look for her.

What really does matter is what we had when we were alive

for a little while.

Rudi, I am sorry.

What are you going to do?

Now, I go back to Germany with him.

But I won't stay there.

Teach him... not to be afraid.

I never saw Karl draw like this.

Your brother was a talented artist.

We're giving the drawings

to the museum in Prague.

A permanent record of what happened.

And they killed him for these.

If you could have seen him, Rudi,

with his hands smashed.

His lovely hands.

And this?

His last picture.

A man named Weinberg

who knew Karl in Buchenwald

and Auschwitz sent it to me.

With his hands broken.

Weinberg said that he begged for something to draw with

right up to the end.

I used to defend him in the street.

He was skinny.

Scared of tough kids.

I guess we both let Papa down.

No, Rudi.

Your father loved you both very much.

Maybe love is what got us in trouble.

Trusting, hanging onto each other.

You must never believe that.

Where will you go now?

I don't know.

I'm nobody.

No papers, no family, no country.

Good-bye, little brother.

Good-bye, Inga.

Maria.

Good-bye, Churchill.

Some of those kids aren't bad.

Greek Jews.

Their families were massacred in Salonika.

Parting gift before the Germans pulled out.

You're Rudi Weiss, aren't you?

How did you know that?

No secrets in the liberated camps, especially among Jews.

My name's Levin... I'm from a Jewish

Agency for Palestine.

I know quite a few things about you.

Like what?

Oh, you were a partisan.

They say you escaped from Sobibor.

What else do you know?

Your family and brother were killed in Auschwitz.

Your wife in the Ukraine.

You know a lot.

Say, Weiss, uh, you want a job?

You know so much about me,

you must know I never finished school.

For this job, you're qualified.

We need a shepherd.

A shepherd?

We've got 40 of those Greek kids and no parents.

We need someone to smuggle them into Palestine.

You interested?

I don't speak any Greek. Or Hebrew.

I'm not sure I'm much of a Jew.

You'll do.

It won't be as dangerous as the partisans,

but it won't be a Purim festival either.

We'll get you a passport, eh?

Hey!

That's no way to pass!

Hey.

Another game, huh?

You're in my side... yeah.

Get back.

Hey.

Over here! Throw me the ball!

Come on, get it...!

Let's see who can grab the ball.

That's it.

Round one!