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- Enough for today?
- Just the last few bars again.

- Did I do better today?
- Yes, you did.

When shall I come back?

Your mother said you were leaving.

Father says there's no need,
that we're safe in Paris.

Then let's say
the day after tomorrow at 4:00.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Edith.
Regards to your mother.

Thank you, and good evening.

Go straight home, you hear?

Good-bye.

Hello.

How are you, ma'am?
She just left.

I can try, but she's always
in such a hurry.

Yes, right away.

No, ma'am.

Hello?

Stay here, child. Don't go!

Edith, run,
for the love of God!

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Right!

Right!

Left! Right!

Edith!

Pierre!

Edith...

they're going to
kill us all at dawn.

How do you know?

I heard them.

I understand German.

They're going to kill
all the children and old people.

I overheard two SS talking.

- If only I could see my parents.
- But how?

Let's run for it, Pierre.

Where to?

I want to see
my mother and father again.

The door's open.
Let's go.

It's no use.

Here, take him.

Good-bye, Pierre.

Who are you?
Where are you going?

Please let me in.

Where? Here?

Don't send me away.
They want to kill me.

Shut up, you little fool.

- Are you Jewish?
- Yes.

Well, then?

You won't need this anymore.

All right, come along.
Maybe we can help each other.

Hurry up.

What is it, Sofia?

This young Jewish girl
arrived on tonight's transport.

She's already been selected
for the gas chamber,

but she isn't registered yet.

Fine, Sofia. Go now.

Fine my foot!
Don't I get anything?

- I don't even have a crust of bread.
- Some alcohol, then.

- It's bad for you.
- Who cares?

You're sick, Sofia.

I'll give you something another time.

When? They're transferring my entire block
to a work camp tomorrow.

Bye, Doctor.

They say it's a good camp.
Try to get her on our transport.

Remember: Block 12.

How old are you?

Fourteen.

- Are you here alone?
- No.

My parents are here, too,
but we got separated.

Wait here.

You're lucky.

If no one had died tonight,
I couldn't help you.

Go on. Undress.

Hurry up.

I told you to take everything off,

or you'll be found out
at the first inspection.

Hurry up.

Put this on.

Go on.

Suit yourself.

But if you want to live,
you'll put this on, and quick.

There's little time.

Hurry up.

The black triangle on your smock

is for criminals.

Political prisoners
have a red triangle, like mine.

Jews have a yellow star.

The black triangles
are treated best of all.

You understand?

The SS choose guards for the work camps
from among them.

They call them Kapò.

Watch out for the Kapò.
They turn vicious.

They have the power of life and death
over the rest.

But your black triangle gives you

slightly better odds.

You'll impersonate
a French thief who died tonight.

I haven't reported her death yet.
Her name was Nicole.

Number 10099.

Your name is Nicole now,
understand?

Remember that.

Now then, what's your name?

Nicole Niepas.

Number 10099.

In German that's
zehntausendneunundneunzig.

Remember that.

Keep this tattoo covered a few days.
Wait for it to scar over.

I'll go see about assigning you
to a different block.

In Nicole's
you'd be discovered immediately.

You must live, Nicole.

Live, and think of nothing else.

You just have to stay alive.

Come.

I got you assigned to Block 12.

That's where Sofia is,
the girl who brought you here.

The number's on the building.
You can't miss it.

Tomorrow they'll take you
to a work camp.

You'll be much better off.
No one will recognize you.

Your name is Nicole.

Never forget that.

If anyone asks, say you were
just discharged from the infirmary.

You're no longer a Jew,
understand?

You hear me, Nicole?

Go on.

It's up to you now, child.
Try and stay alive.

Good luck.

Go on now.

With your eyes closed,
this almost tastes like bread.

Don't think about it, child.
Who gives a damn?

Here you'll forget everything
except cold and hunger, you know?

The rest means nothing.
Isn't that right?

No, I don't believe it.

- How long you been here?
- Over six months.

Just wait.

We'll talk in a year,
if you're still alive.

Listen to me, child.
The cleanest one here has mange.

- What do you see, Isabella?
- Nothing. Just forest.

What kind of trees?

I can't really tell.
They look like oaks.

Then we're still in Germany, damn it.

Whoever gives me some bread
gets a cigarette.

Where do you get all that stuff?

It's not really like that, you know.

There's something
they can't take away from us:

our dignity.

I'm sure of it.

What is it?

Are you all right?

Go ahead and cry.

We're stopping again.
Take a look.

What do you see?

There's a station,
but there's no sign.

- They're not speaking German.
- Are you sure?

Can't you hear?

What's next to Germany? France?

You wish.

Poland!

Any news from Warsaw?
How are they doing there?

Better than you. Wait.

Good luck.

Where are you from?

Where are you from?

I could tell right away
you were a nice girl,

despite your black triangle.

Who got you shipped out with us?
The doctor, right?

He's a good man.
He's saved many like you.

You're Jewish, aren't you?

No, I'm not Jewish.

How many are political prisoners?

About 50%.

But you can't trust them.

They've almost all
been here over two years.

- They've betrayed the cause?
- They've adjusted.

One in Block 10
even became a Kapò.

She'd been a good resistance fighter,
but bit by bit--

Listen, I speak German fairly well.

Could that help me?

Probably.

In fact,
if you become an interpreter,

you could be useful in many ways.

All in all,
this is much better than Auschwitz.

Yes, we get more sleep.
We eat better.

You've seen it yourself.

They want to get
every ounce of work out of us.

It's in their interest.

But there's still
the nightmare of selection.

- Here too?
- Yes.

Every four months,
an SS doctor looks us over.

The older and skinnier ones
are taken away.

One sore, one wound
is all it takes for them to replace you.

All of you were brought in
to replace a hundred others.

Where did they take them?

No one knows.

But one thing's for sure:

It's somewhere
with a gas chamber.

What is it, you little fool?
Sleep!

I don't want to die.

What the heck did you just say?

Where are you from?

Russia. She just got here.

She's a little...

Anna, the Red Army's coming.

Yes, Red Army come.

Interpreter!

Good for you! They let you go.
I didn't think you'd make it.

Did they beat you more?

Listen, everyone.
The Kapò said--

Who took my potato?

Give it back, Nicole.
It's mine.

What are you going on about?
I gave it to her.

- Nicole, I traded my shirt for that.
- Who cares?

It's mine! I put it on the stove
just minutes ago!

You ate it
and just don't remember.

If it was really yours,
go get it back.

Go on.
What are you waiting for?

I'm surprised at you,
a political prisoner.

You mean the political prisoners
are better than the rest of us?

Listen to the countess.

She's scared,

yet she fought
in the Resistance.

I'd love to see what resistance
she put up at home.

Georgette, cut it out.

I wouldn't brag about
being here for being a thief.

Come say that to my face,
if you dare.

I'm coming.

Show her!

Damn you!

Come on, girls.

Calm down.

Some spring!
The water just gets colder.

What's the countess expect?
Hot water?

It's melted snow.

Aren't you going to wash up?

That's exactly what they want.

They want to break us down,
reduce us to animals.

We have to put up a fight.

- By washing?
- Yes, that too.

It's one way to feel more human...

to refuse to become like beasts.

I've survived three selections.

Last time I had an infected foot,
and they didn't notice.

It was just blind luck.

But if they don't like your face,
being healthy won't help you.

Does it still look gray?

No, don't worry.

I have good hands and feet.
Who cares about my teeth?

They care. You'll see.

- Hurry. You have to go.
- You look fine.

Get her out of here
or they'll come after us all.

Good luck.

- Do I look less pale?
- Much better. Like a different woman.

Think I should take off
the bandage?

Sure, it's the first thing they see.

Keep your head up and smile.

And stick out your breasts.

Even better if they show a bit.

- Hide your hands.
- They're not stupid.

How far you think you'll get
with those hands?

That's you. Smile.

Be brave.

- Get dressed.
- Left.

- Left.
- Go on.

Here she comes.

- Which is the good side?
- Left or right?

I don't know.

Please tell me: left or right.

I told you, I don't know.

What's so hard to figure out?

We just ask the older ones.

Ninette, left or right?

Why ask me?
Maybe I made it through.

Sure, maybe you did.
But was it left or right?

Right.

Goddamn it!

Don't cry.

You'll see.
Red Army come soon.

Don't cry.

Right?

I tricked them!

Look at my hands!

I made it. Look!

I showed you all!
I showed all of you!

Drop dead!

You won't even look at me?

Are you scum afraid to
even acknowledge me?

Cowards!

They've turned you into sheep!

Cowards!

And you're cowards, too!

Murdering bastard!

Bastard!

I'm not afraid of you anymore!

I know where you're taking us,
you vultures, you animals!

You'll all die, too!

They'll kill your children
and your cursed mothers!

May your mothers rot in hell!

Her stockings.

- Alice has an absurd proposal.
- What?

She'd like you
to visit the SS tonight.

Of course you won't do it.

You won't, will you?

Why?

You know nothing of these things.
You've never been with a man, have you?

But if I go, will they feed me?

Ask her.

Ask her.

Anyone want to play cards?

No. Play by yourself.

We wish all our listeners
a good evening.

Look what I found.

Pretty, eh?

Man, what do you want with her?

What's this?

- Are we gonna adopt her?
- You bet.

I scrubbed her down
nice and clean.

She's not even 70 pounds.

I like 'em that way.
Right, kitten?

Come along.

Have a good time.

She's a bag of skin and bones.

- Did you win?
- Not really.

- Were you lucky?
- You bet.

I was right.

She's a virgin.

She was a virgin.

Well? What are you
still doing here?

Go ahead. Beat it.

Excuse me, but you said
you'd feed me afterward.

- What did she say?
- She wants something to eat.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

A necklace!

I can imagine
what you had to do for that, sweetie.

Attention!

Camp director Herbert Schuster

wishes all of you
a merry Christmas.

You will now sing a song
from the fatherland.

Why are you back today?

Your friends sent for me.

They must have changed their minds.

They're all in town getting drunk.

Why didn't you go, too?

I don't like to drink.

What do you like, Karl?
Just war?

Karl, where were you last Christmas?

Kharkov. You?

Here.

And before that?

- Paris.
- You like Paris?

It's a city like any other,
just a bit more hectic.

It was nice the first day,
when we entered the city.

And the day we paraded
down the Champs-Élysées.

I win.

Are you sorry...

you're not home?

Because it's Christmas?
What nonsense.

Then what is important to you?

My country, I think.

My country is all that matters.

What if you lose the war?

Impossible.

But if you do?

Play, Karl.

We can't get
more news from the front.

Morale is low,
even among the political prisoners.

I told the women on my block
to sabotage our work.

- They laughed at me.
- It's the same at the factory.

We have to find
the right arguments.

They only listen to talk of escape.

Then let's talk about escaping.

It's pointless.
It's impossible to escape.

It's not pointless.

Look. They're always
together these days.

Are you crazy?
That was a wool sweater.

At least two more packs,
or give it back.

Okay, I'll try again tomorrow.

And can you get
more of that marmalade?

- The civilians really like it.
- Impossible. Karl won't hear of it.

He says we can't waste anything.
His friends at the front are starving.

You think
he really cares about them?

He'll have forgotten by tomorrow.

Okay, I'll try again.

The head Kapò
is going back to Auschwitz.

I might be chosen to replace her.

They'll need another Kapò
for this block.

I could mention your name.

Tell your friends
how much I help you.

Get one to back us,
and we'll be in good shape.

Good evening, Countess.

How are things at headquarters?

What do you mean, Georgette?

Nothing. Just asking.

From now on,
mind your own business.

SUCH IS THE FATE
OF ALL ENEMIES OF THE REICH

Attention, prisoners!

You are prisoners of the great Reich.

You work for the great Reich...

and in exchange
the Reich feeds you.

It's a very clearly defined relationship.

Whoever betrays this relationship
will be punished.

Prisoner 8711 attempted to
sabotage the factory's work

by tampering with the machinery.

Prisoner 8711
was caught in the act.

Sabotage is punished by death.

Translate.

Translate!

It is right that...

It is right that
such a criminal be hanged.

Is that clear?

Carry out the sentence!

Kapò!

Two weeks' solitary
and half rations for three months.

Is it time?

- Five more minutes.
- Very well.

I resubmitted
my application for the front.

They can use a man with just one hand now,
or so I hope.

- Aren't you okay here?
- No. I'm bored.

- Are you okay here?
- Now I am.

I get enough food and sleep,
I don't work,

and I'm exempted from selections.

And nothing else matters?

What else is there?

When are you going to eat that?

At night.
Otherwise I can't sleep.

It's not as nutritious
when it's stale.

And struggling so hard not to eat it
is bad for you.

It saps your strength.
Did you know that?

You're still on half rations, eh?

Boldly join the battle,
for victory awaits

Wield your hammers

Forge your swords

From our steel
the red spark will fly

The heat from that spark

Burns in my chest

Arise and fight
Reveille is sounding

Now you Russians
sing one of your songs.

We don't know
which ones are allowed.

Any song.
Just sing it well.

"Holy War".

Don't be funny.
Want to get us killed?

Why?
It's the only one we know.

"Holy War".

Go ahead, Borovin.

Forward, O nation of the people

To mortal combat rise

Heed the people's struggle

And wage a holy war

Fight those who seek to smother

This fire within our breast

Who rape and plunder our land

And torment human lives

You were right.

The Red Army's arrived.

Just a minute.

You in there...
show them the empty bunks.

Go on.

This way.

My son.

My boy.

Aren't you others going to hug us?

Where are you from?
Tell us some news.

Quiet!

She's right. They'll hear us.

It's true.
Now wait a minute.

Show us the beds
we're to take apart.

We'll answer
all your questions while we work.

It won't be long now.

The Allies have landed in Normandy,
the Germans have lost Stalingrad,

and the Red Army
has reached the Dnieper.

But what if they counterattack?

It's too late for that.

The entire front is on the move.

You'll see.

And the Red Army
will come all the way here.

They'll come and set us all free.

Is that really true?

Of course.

They brought us here
to build fortifications

because they're retreating.

And we'll watch from here
as they turn and run.

And that day we'll skin him alive

and dunk him in vinegar.

- Who?
- Faust.

What's that you want to do?

Nothing.

I was kidding.

You better watch yourself.

And you there, get to work.

Who was that?

Our Kapò.
Don't you have one?

No.

We chose our own supervisor
in each barrack.

Are you ladies
scared of that little girl?

You'll soon learn the meaning
of the word "Kapò", my son.

Is this Faust?

Yes.

What does this say?

"Touch Faust, and you're dead."

- Did the SS write that?
- Yes.

- They're nice to kitties.
- Are you nice to everyone?

No, not to everyone.

Go get your friends.
It's almost roll call.

- They haven't called us yet.
- I'll go with you.

You too. Get moving.

Thieving bitch!

You ate the whole thing!
Give it back, you bitch!

Stop it.
What's going on?

She stole half a roll
I was saving.

She ate the whole thing,
the stinking bitch!

Too bad.
Now get to roll call.

God, what will I do now?

Go!

What will I do?

Is that true?

I couldn't take it any longer.

Let's go. It's roll call.

- Let me stay here.
- Let's go.

See? Washing every morning
hasn't helped you any.

- Let me stay, please.
- You preached such fine words.

Let me stay here.

Remember?

"We mustn't become like animals."

"We have to guard our dignity."
Remember?

And now here you are.

Here you are,
just like all the others.

But it's only natural.

All those things you said
were nonsense.

What's wrong?
What's the matter?

Where are you going?

No, Teresa!

Boris, keep going.

Come on, move!

- Come on, try.
- I can't.

Be strong!

Did you see that?

Stay and catch your breath.

They won't notice if I go.

The SS say they're staging
a counterattack,

that they'll be back
in Moscow by June.

That's what they say.

Meanwhile,
they've killed another of our men.

We've been waiting three months.

What would you have us do?

Anything while there's still time,
before we end up like those women.

What are you doing?

How dare you!

- Read it. It's for my mother.
- It's forbidden.

- You're worse than an animal!
- Take your hands off me!

It's forbidden
to talk to civilians or send letters.

Are you one of them?
Why are you doing this?

Because this is how it is.

- What is it, Nicole?
- Fool! They'll kill you!

- What did he do?
- Tried to send a letter. I tore it up.

Stand there.

You'll stand there all night...

at attention.

Move forward,
and you'll hit the high voltage.

Step backward,
and the guard will take care of you.

You up there...
if he moves, shoot him!

Good night...

comrade.

They should dress us Kapò like this.
Cute, isn't it?

Look.

They're going steady.

In some camps
the Kapò can dress as civilians.

We should ask
for the same treatment.

Nice.
What did they cost you?

Just three packs of cigarettes.

What are you waiting for?

Want a cigarette?

Catch.

Go on. Smoke it.

Pick it up. I won't shoot.

I won't shoot.

Go on.

Don't you like to smoke?

And moving around a bit
will wake you up.

Otherwise you'll never make it.

Go ahead.

Don't you trust me?

You'll never make it.
You'll end up dead anyway.

Watchtower 7,
reporting for duty.

All quiet.

He's still alive?

He has a thick hide.

Want to see?

No, don't.
Let's see if he makes it.

All right. Proceed.

Attention!

All prisoners,
report for roll call.

Catch up with the others, quickly.

Here's some bread and margarine.

Go on, blow your whistle.
Call your friends.

Some bread and margarine
sets everything right?

You really think that's enough?

That's artillery fire.

Those are our men.

You hear that?
They're 60 miles away.

Maybe even 30.
It's just a matter of days now.

The war's over, Nicole.

We'll go home.

We'll return to our old lives
and forget all this.

What will it feel like
to be free again,

to do whatever we want?

In my town they celebrate
when one of us returns.

They welcome us
with music and flowers.

We spend the whole night
dancing, singing, and shouting.

Everyone stays up all night.

You like to dance, Nicole?

I used to love to.

Run, Sasha!

There's only one German soldier.
I'll distract him.

You can cross the river
and escape.

What for?

It's only a matter of days now.

They'll have to set us all free.

No, there's no telling what they'll do.

This chance won't come again.

Today's your last day
working outside the camp.

They'll take it out on my comrades.

What do you care?

Follow me, but be careful.

I don't know this area.
They'll find me.

There are partisans on the other side.
We hear their gunfire sometimes.

Wait till he walks away.

What will you do?

I'll stay with them.
What else can I do?

- Don't you want to escape, too?
- Where would I go?

After the war's over,
where will you go?

I don't know.
I've never thought about it.

Where do your parents live?

They're dead.

Go now, Sasha.

I can't.

Look at them.
They're worse than animals.

At least animals sense
when they're about to die.

- But these women--
- Die?

- Yes.
- Who told you that?

Tuesday we're all going to Germany,
to a special camp set up for that.

They say they can liquidate
over 5,000 a day.

Not you, silly.

We'll become assistants
to the Wehrmacht,

with uniforms, salaries,
and clean criminal records.

Good.
You scared me for a minute.

- You coming?
- No, I have something to do.

Georgette, here she comes.

Excuse me, Kapò.

Look what I found
on cleaning duty today.

I found him like this.

Poor Faust.
He was so sweet.

Don't you know they're going to
kill all of you too?

Sasha, come here.

What's the matter?

- Tuesday?
- Yes, day after tomorrow.

- We have to try.
- You know it's suicide.

We've said many times
it's impossible to escape.

You can't escape
from a gas chamber either.

We have to find a way
to cut the power to the fence.

We'll need tools to cut the wire.

I could sharpen some stakes,
but it would take days.

- Too long.
- They're watching us.

It's still too long.

What do we do
about the high voltage?

The switch room's
next to the main gate.

One of the British pilots
worked there.

We've gotta talk to him.

I did.
He said he'd help us.

But he says we'll never get
into the switch room,

and they never turn off the high voltage.

- Is the room locked?
- Of course.

We'll need an impression of the key.

- Be my guest.
- Quiet!

Maybe they're leaving.

Are they really leaving?

It's true.

Will you be quiet?
We can't hear.

Maybe they're leaving,
and we'll all be free.

You, you, you, and you,
come with me.

There's work to do.

Come on. Hurry up.

The impression of the key.

Thank you, Nicole.

Why did you trust me?

You think we were wrong?

Do the women know about me?

Not yet.

Sasha...

I have something else to tell you.

I'm not really a thief,
and my name isn't Nicole.

I'm a Jew.

Meet me later in the washroom.
In all the confusion they won't notice.

Will we make it, Sasha?

Yes, you'll see.

We'll make it.

Come.

You'll really take me home with you?

Of course.
You'll come with me.

What will your family say?

Let's see.

My father
will observe you in silence.

Then he'll say,

"What's this, Sasha?
She belong to you?"

He'll shake his head
and go back to work.

So he won't like me?

Very much, but he won't admit it.
That's how some old people are.

My father was
always very serious, too.

Whereas my mother
will immediately burst into tears.

She'll ask if you're
hungry, thirsty, cold, or tired.

And if you answer no
to all her questions...

she'll smile at you and tell me--

What?

"She's a good girl, Sasha.

"You made a good choice."

No, I'm not a good girl,

and your mother won't like me.

I'm not that at all. I'm--

You still haven't told me
your real name.

Edith.

Listen, Edith.

When my mother says that, I'll say,

"Of course she's a good girl."

That's all she'll want to know.

We'll go out,
and I'll show you around the town.

You'll like it. You'll see.

In the evening we'll dress up

and go out together,
just you and me.

We'll go wherever you want.
All right?

We'll go dancing.

- What time is it?
- 6:25.

She'll be here any minute.

The stakes?

In the workshop.
Janko will be here soon.

- I can go, Solomon.
- No.

Igor Borovin
and Janko Milovic will go.

We have work to do here.

By 10:00 at the latest,
if all goes well,

you and Janko
will arrive with the weapons.

Nicole will go to the switch room.

The power should be off by 10:15,
which the Englishman

will verify at 10:20.

No need to verify it.
We'll hear the siren.

What siren?

The one that goes off
if the power's cut.

The switch room is
right next to the watchtower.

Opposite the main watchtower.

Yes, the SS will be there right away,
but she'll have cut the wires.

- Then what?
- Then we all escape.

Except for Nicole.

They'll kill her.

She hasn't got a chance.

So what are you saying?
Would you rather they kill us all?

- You love life, don't you?
- Like all the living.

- Would you do it?
- It's an absurd question.

You know I'd never make it.
They'd stop me halfway there.

But if you were her,
would you do it, Solomon Leitman?

Maybe.

Maybe.

And you're a man.
You've seen battle.

But Nicole...

Nicole's barely 16.

She knows nothing of these things...

and she's suffered so much already.

It's not her duty to sacrifice herself.

I'll do it.
I'll take her place. Let me try.

Impossible.

Anna says the women have gone crazy.

They're praying and crying.
They want to rise up.

They were going to lynch an SS,
but fortunately--

- Where's Anna?
- Waiting by the fence.

Tell her to spread word of the escape.

The instructions are the same,
except for the signal.

When they hear a siren,
they run for the fence. Got it?

Come right back.
It's almost time.

There are 2,000 women in this camp.

They've all suffered,
and they all have a right to live.

And what about us?

You say we've seen battle
and know what it's like.

But what does that mean?

It's 6:40.

Sasha, why are they
standing for me?

We're agreed, then. Let's go.

Listen, Sasha--

Come here.
Just for a moment.

You mustn't tell her anything.
Swear you won't.

She'd refuse.
Why should she do it?

Swear you won't tell her.

That's right.
Why should she do it?

Her life for many others.

Is it right to barter
with lives like that?

Well, then?

Yes, it's horrible
to force anyone to be a party to

that kind of bartering.

But under these circumstances,
it's necessary and even right...

to allow one person to die,
to save many others.

We're the ones killing her.
You know that?

No, it's not us.

It's not our fault.

Now come on.

Swear.

Swear.

I swear.

Do you have anything to do now?

We only have five minutes left.

We still have so much
to tell each other,

but for now we have to plan
how to find each other.

I thought about it all night.

After I cut the power,
I'll come straight here.

Will you wait for me?

Of course.

We'll escape together.

But if we can't find each other...

you see that tree
that's taller than the others?

The very tallest tree.
We'll meet there.

I have something to tell you, too.

Back when I first saw you...

I wasn't thinking of escaping.
You understand?

What I said wasn't to
convince you to help us.

I was just
falling in love with you.

I love you so very much.

You know that, don't you?

Yes, Sasha.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

You mustn't thank me.

You see...

sometimes things happen
that we can't control.

We want love and happiness
for everyone...

but instead we're forced to kill...

and hate.

Will you understand,
my little one?

What? I don't understand.

Sasha... it's time.

What's that?

Yes, sir.

It's confirmed.

Headquarters can't send trucks.
We have to kill them.

That'll take a long time.

- No, it won't. Start digging a pit.
- Yes, sir.

- All these must be destroyed.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Good luck.
Good luck, Janko.

Attention!

All report for roll call!

We'd better postpone it.

- Just our luck!
- What do you mean?

Headquarters didn't send trucks.

Now we'll have to bury them too.

Nice uniforms, huh?

I'm on my way, Sasha.

Remember: the tallest tree.

- Edith.
- What?

Quiet!

Quiet!

When you cut the power...

a siren will go off.

They'll kill you immediately.

It's true.

But I have to ask you to do it anyway.

So none of it was true, then?

You must go.

What should I do now?

You have to go.

You want me to die?

You have to go.

The lives of everyone here
depend on you alone.

Including yours, right?

- What is it, Nicole?
- Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- When do we leave?
- When it's all over.

- Where will we go?
- Germany.

The war's over.

They screwed you over, Karl.

They screwed you over, too.

What will you do now?

I don't know.
What about you?

I don't know.

I guess there's
no real reason to go on living.

You're right.

There's no real reason.

Traitor! Bastard!

She'll go. I'm sure of it.

You'll see.

They screwed us over, Karl.

They screwed us both over.

Karl, take this off.

Lord, my Lord...

you who break
the chains of slaves...