All language subtitles for Ray AKA Paradise 2016

Hold it.

What's this?
Is this our cell?

Just for tonight.

In you get.

Get inside! Move!

Get inside!
No way!

Let me out!
Be quiet!

Open the door!
Let me out!

Open the door!

My name is Jules
Garnier Michaud.

I was born in 1901 in Sentier,

a village in the
Seine-et-Marne district.

My father was a lawyer.

He died when I was ten.

He seemed young and healthy.

One day, he got up
from the breakfast table.

He smiled at us,
said good-bye...

and dropped dead.

On the spot.

Aneurysm.

Mom loved him very much.

But she didn't
let it get her down.

Her lovers always
treated me well.

She wouldn't have tolerated
anything else.

One of them even
found me a job...

at the Paris
police headquarters.

It was incredibly boring.

But at least,
it got me out of the provinces.

I have a brother.

And a sister.

My sister's name
is Marie-Christine.

My brother's name is Bruno.

No, not with him.
My brother enjoyed scaring me.

We shared a room.

And when I was little,

and he was eight years older...

he liked to play the wolf.

He used to howl in
his bed at night...

until I came to lie next to him.

He found it funny...

but I was really scared.

I used to fight with my sister.

Until she realized
I was stronger than her.

She thought there was
no point in carrying on.

So that's when we
stopped fighting.

Yes, I'm married. Yes.

In 1925,
I married Agnès Choiset,

that's her maiden name.

It is a happy marriage.

We have a son, Émile.

It was her choice,
she named him after her father.

Émile...

A strange name.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.
Whatever.

I can't eat that.

Really?
It's foul.

Let me taste it.
Amanda can't cook.

It's not that bad.
It is.

So...

when is your
dentist appointment?
At 3:00 p.m.

It's a shame
I can't give you a ride.

It's fine,
I'll go by train.

Get your fingers
out of the jam!

Hey.

There's this circus
in Paris where there's a man
who walks on a wire

at a height of 12 meters.

And another man, who,
if you give him money,

will put his head
inside a lion's mouth.

Really?
Yes.

Look!

They're already
closing up the holes.

That means rain.
No,
they're preparing for winter.

Because the ant
larvae need food.

They close up the holes
and store away food,

so that the larvae can
survive the winter.

Hi, Michel.
Would you park it?

Hello, Thérèse.
What's new?

Two Russian women were
taken in. They were
hiding Jewish children.

We can call them in for
questioning once you've
checked their files. Here.

The evidence is
in that package.
Pass it over.

Has the Russian
been interrogated?

Théo is downstairs
having coffee.

Mm-hmm.

Call him up.

I booked three tickets
to the circus tomorrow.

Good.

One more thing: Send the
driver to the supply shop.

Tell him to get
cigars, salami,

and two packs of coffee.

No, three packs.
Yes, sir.

Born in 1910. Russian.

Russian Orthodox.

I'm from Russia.

From the Don region.

I am...

from a Cossack family.

My mother had an affair
when I was... about six.

She took me and then we left.

Paris, fourth arrondissement,
Rue Jacob.

Vogue magazine...

Fashion editor...
editor for fashion.

In 1941,
I joined the Resistance

as a member of the civil
and military organization,

under the command
of Colonel Touny.

How is it possible

to grill the Russian all
night long and get nothing?

Does he even
speak French?
Yes, well.

You're not
the same as before.

If you keep believing
your fiancée's nonsense,

you can go back
to Flanders
to dig potatoes.

Sir, I broke his knee with
a hammer. He can't even walk.

I don't need details, I need
results! I don't give a damn
how you get them.

Yes, sir.

I can't explain it...
It's impossible...

I don't have the words...

to describe how it feels.

So, you got arrested
at the back entrance

to 7 Rue La Bruyère.

Precisely where
Elizaveta Kuntseva

was hiding Jewish
children on the fifth floor.

I don't know
anything about that.

Before you came out,
two children ran out
of the same entrance.

The police couldn't
catch them, unfortunately.

Somebody had blocked the door.

Was it you?

I don't know anyone...

on the fifth floor.

So who were you visiting?

Marie Silvestri,

apartment 4, second floor.

You claim
you don't belong to
the Resistance movement

and that you don't know
Zinaida Shakhovskaya,

Vera Obolenskaya or Boris Vild?

Correct.

You also claim you know
nothing about
the Jewish children

hidden in Elizaveta
Kuntseva's apartment?

Nothing.
That's right.

You'd better confess.

It would ease your fate.

Oh! My fate?

One of you
confessed already.

Dmitri Chelyadintsev.

What a name...

Thérèse!

Take that away.

I don't know anyone!
I won't say anything!

Close the door, please!

Well, I lied to you.

He hasn't confessed yet,

but he will soon,
I assure you.

Nobody can stand this
for long.

Attempting to stay
silent is futile.

Your address book
is full of contacts and numbers.

If you keep on denying it,
we'll have to arrest everyone,

and they'll suffer
the same fate as Dmitri.

Will you torture me?

Do I have a choice?

Just set him free.

Oh, yeah?

Why would I do that?

How do you mean?

Was he your lover?

No.

It was you
who said that.

He'll snitch on all of us,
he won't resist for long.

What are you waiting for?

What if...

What if I took advantage
of your proposal...

and still didn't
set him free?

No,
you're not like that.

You're true
to your word.

And you're a
fine psychologist...

and a manipulator.

I've never slept
with a countess before.

Here's my suggestion:

I set Chelyadintsev
free tonight...

and you come here
tomorrow morning.

What's your preferred wine?

Romanée-Conti.

1919 vintage, if possible.

I can't promise,

but I'll get something special
and of the same vintage.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yes.

By the way,
out of curiosity.

Why would a Russian noblewoman
want to save Jewish children?

I don't see
what you mean.

By the way, since
we have a date tomorrow...
Mm-hmm?

...tell them to give me
a bar of decent soap.

See you tomorrow.

Take her away.

I was obsessed
by the Russian princess.

There was something special
about her.

She was different.

I felt her strength.

An animal-like strength,
or something...

I thought
I might want to see her again

after the first date
that was about to happen.

I knew she was a prisoner...

and she'd end up beheaded,
most probably.

Or even sent to a camp.

I hate myself when I have fear.
It's so animal-like...

And there's nothing I can do.
I think I could have...

I think if he'd just
raised his hand at me...

I would have
told him everything.

Here you go.

What's that?

That's not mine.

I had a bar of soap,
damn it!

Stop shouting,
people are sleeping.

You bastards.

You stole my soap.

We'll pick you up
at 6:00 p.m.

I forgot to tell you,
circus is postponed
till Saturday.

I have some
urgent business.

But you promised,
Dad!

And the food here
isn't good. We could have
gone to a restaurant.

Eat.
That's the way
it is, I'm sorry.

Not fair.

Is it true you arrested
80,000 Jews last week?

What do you mean
"you"?

The Gestapo.

I told you,
I don't work
for the Gestapo.

I work in
the police department,
it's not the same.

They said French police
organized a big roundup.

No idea.
I'm not part of that.

It's just rumors.

Who told you about it?

My dentist.

He wants to escape
to the free zone.

Tell him not to leave
Paris without a pass.
It's dangerous.

I'll get him a pass.

Jules...

Émile, wait outside.
I'll be right there.

Come on.

You said
the war would end soon.

Agnès, stop it.

I might have said it
but...

What will happen to us
if the Germans lose
in Stalingrad?

Don't worry.

I'll take care of us.
All right?

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Jules!
I love you.

Jules...

I love you.

Émile!

Come here.

We will see
through to completion,
despite all obstacles,

the National Revolution...

The boy was born sick.

Émile was often ill
in his first three years.

But then he got stronger.

Thanks to Agnès's good care,
I suppose.

He's still a bit fragile.

Even though he's now healthy.

He's very tender.

He takes more after my wife
than myself.

He's too sensitive and sincere.

I worry a lot about him.

I know what people are like.

Today, one in three French women
still dreams of sleeping
with a German.

But if the
Germans are defeated,

people will be ready
to hurl stones at anyone
suspected of collaboration.

This morning...

I don't know what got into me.

I couldn't leave the house
without doing it.

I don't know where my lust
for Agnès came from.

Usually, with love or passion...

I try to find
a logical explanation.

But this time...

There might be an explanation.

I don't know.

Maybe. What?

You like ants,
but when it comes
to your school report...

Look, the ants
are carrying huge objects.

Your school report
isn't good.

And you didn't
want to study
during the holidays.

Look...
Sit down.

Mom says you have
problems with German.

Why?

You can tell me.

You're smart,
you could get
good grades.

I don't like German
or the Germans.

Don't ever
say that again!
Understood?

Hey!

Understood?
Don't you ever
say that again.

Never again!
Why?

Because it's
silly and dangerous.

And I'm asking
you not to.

But you and Mom don't
like them either.

Stop eavesdropping on grown-ups,
you don't understand.

And besides...

Upon order
of the military jury
of the Resistance...

Spare me the details.

Just let me finish my cigarette.

Daddy?
Get lost, boy!

Go. Go.
Daddy, no!

Daddy!
Go!

No! No!

Mr. Garnier Michaud
isn't coming.
You're going back to prison.

My name is Helmut Karl Otto
Dietrich von und zu Axenberg.

I was born in Berlin in 1915.

I studied Slavic studies and
law at Heidelberg University.

I'm German...

and I'm a nobleman.

Which I am proud of.

As is everyone in my family.

My ancestor,
Christoph zu Axenberg,

fell during
the decisive cavalry attack
at the Battle of Zorndorf.

Ulrich Forke,
my maternal great-grandfather...

was shot in the Beaugency
forest in 1870...

by a French territorial soldier.

And finally, Hauptmann
Dietrich zu Axenberg...

my father.

He distinguished himself during
a Danube crossing in 1914

and again
two years later near Namur.

There were many great Germans
in our family.

My great-uncle was
Friedrich Nietzsche's cousin.

He also was one of the founders

of the Nueva Germania settlement
in South America.

I loved our family home.

That huge, mysterious park
with its 300-year-old oak trees.

It was with a heavy heart
that I was forced to sell it.

But when my mother died,

I realized my duty wouldn't
allow me a tranquil life,

just me and my books,
away from the hectic city life.

It's not the best time
to invest in German property.

People are buying villas
in South America.

In Paraguay, for example.

I once worked
for some gentlemen there.

If you like, I could try to
find something for you as well.

Not that I share
their view, but...

it's just very popular.

I see.

So the rats are leaving,
are they?

Isn't it a little early?

Send the silverware
to Berlin.
Yes, sir.

The furniture goes
to my uncle in Munich.

Yes, sir.

Take it all.

Clothes, linen,
everything.

You were
a loyal servant to her.
Almost her entire life.

Thank you.

I publicly
commented on this subject

and made it very clear...

The new uniform
suits you, sir.

...the attempt by
our second frontline.

Sir! Something
terrible has happened.

I beg you, please help us.
What has happened?

The SS are deporting
two elderly residents.

They're Jews.

They're taking
their niece as well.
She lives with my brother.

They're not married,
but she's like a wife to him.

You know he's disabled.

And she takes care of him.

I hope you realize that
your brother's way of life
is unworthy of a German.

These two are only
half Jewish.

Half-Jews are also
to be deported
to the Eastern territories.

You know me,
I used to bring you bread.

Tell them that it's true.

Granddad, tell them
that we always
attended church.

Always, without fail.
You come with me!

No, Carl! No!

But this means
that their niece,

whose mother is Hungarian,
only has a quarter Jewish blood.

Yes, but we're
following orders.

The order reads: "Persons
who are at least half Jewish

are subject to deportation."

She stays here,
take the other two.

Let her go!

Help!

Thank you.

No!

Help us!

Klara, I love you. Klara!

No!

My way of escaping reality
was to read Russian literature.

You see, everything that was
going on in Germany...

the crisis, the decadence...

mass unemployment,
the Treaty of Versailles...

it disgusted me.

Twelve-year-old prostitutes
with crimson lips.

Horrifying.

Horrifying.

I realized that Germany was
about to plunge into the abyss.

It was sinking
into a sickening mire.

Every decent
German was in despair.

I couldn't see a way out.

All our hopes had died.

Do you understand?

Can you imagine how I felt?

I didn't know what to do.

Nobody knew.

The Jews and the Communists
were triumphing.

The latter wanted a revolution.

The former profited
from our insignificance,

our humiliation.

Maybe the Jews don't really
drink the blood of our newborns,

but the image certainly works.

In any case,
they're not far from it.

But there's a glimmer of hope
on the horizon.

Pull over.

I started the war as
an Untersturmführer and I
quickly rose through the ranks.

I was very competent.
I performed my duty honorably.

As the commanding officer
of several Einsatzkommandos,

I was sent to the Eastern Front.

Yes, for five months.

I was injured there.

I was awarded the Knight's Cross
with Oak Leaves
and then promoted.

I joined
the National Socialists in 1933.

I still remember how it felt.

As if a wave of radiant joy

was lifting me
out of the abyss of despair.

It's hard to explain.

You had to be there to feel it.

His speeches were more
than just words.

They touched our souls.

A great idea had found
a great man, and
he knew how to express it.

Under his leadership, we
would not only revive Germany...

we would build
an entire new world...

a paradise for our people,

a German paradise on earth.

Reichsführer Himmler is
expecting you.

I'm delighted to see
someone boasting
such ancient lineage

joining the ranks
of the SS.

Our enemies claim
SS officers and soldiers are
psychopaths and sadists.

But in fact,
the genius of our idea is

that the SS corps consist
of decent family men:

pharmacists, butchers,
bakers.

Of course,
we need noblemen
as well.

What matters to us is
not social class, but
the purity of Aryan blood.

The majority of German
nobility is degenerate.

Not to mention the Italians
and of course the English.

Biologically speaking,
the nobility is doomed
to degeneration.

But, seeing you here,

I gladly admit that
your family has avoided
this fate. I'm glad.

Your candidacy
has been approved.

I can't even imagine...

that he's aware
of my existence.

He knows
everything about you.
He read your record.

Moreover...

he believes you
have a great future.

Only people like yourself,
battle-hardened,

know that war
means life itself,

in its most vivid
and typical manifestation.

Dying for the
fatherland and our cause

is the ultimate honor
for people like you.

These are the features
of our future leaders.

Did you say "leaders"?

The Führer plans
to get even with Russia,

to enter into
a pact with England

and then to annihilate the USA
and the Jewish bankers.

Then his mission
will be completed,
and he'll resign immediately.

Impossible!

He himself
told me so.

He stood
by the window...

looked at the setting sun,
and said,

"Heinrich, wars come and go.

And what remains?

Our vast cultural treasures.

My dream is to be
an unknown artist

walking the streets of Rome,
Florence, Ravenna and Siena.

I'm even prepared
to change my appearance.

The creation of
a German paradise

will be achieved
by the next generation."

He was right.
Wars come and go.

Only vast cultural
treasures remain.

What's wrong?
Are you unwell?

If you'll please excuse me,
Reichsführer.

Just a moment.
Here you go.

I want you to have this ring
as a token of your affiliation
with our brotherhood.

This ring of honor shall
unite you with all SS members

and with me personally.

Look, these two sig runes
symbolize the abbreviation SS.

The swastika and the Hagal rune
represent our unfaltering faith

in the predetermined
victory of our philosophy.

And look here,
the engraving inside...

"To my dear..."

followed by your name.

And here's my signature.

"Heinrich Himmler."

Try it on.
On your left ring finger.

Uh... Yes, always wear
the skull on the inside.

Does it fit?
Do you like it?

It's wonderful,
Reichsführer.

Wear it with honor.

And now,
let's discuss your mission.

I was impressed
by Himmler's frankness.

He told me
about the Führer's dreams.

And about Hitler's plan
to find a successor
among the young leaders.

There's something
else I'd like to say.

At Himmler's headquarters...

Well,
something happened to me there.

Maybe I made it all up,

but the whole
time I was there...

I had this strange feeling
that something...

that something invisible
was there in the room.

Some kind of creature or...

Something that makes
your blood run cold.

I felt it most in his office.

I looked at Himmler, but the air
behind him was shimmering.

My hands turned ice cold
and I began to sweat.

Maybe...

It could have been the result
of a concussion.

I was worried
Himmler would notice it,

but it all went swimmingly.

I was happy with the new mission
that the Reichsführer
entrusted me with.

It concerned corruption
in concentration
and extermination camps.

Himmler said there were
shocking rumors
of large-scale thefts.

And he wanted
to verify this information.

He...

He invested me
with special authority

to conduct inspections.

What is this?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

If you want
to remain barracks leader,
you kick like this.

Understood?

Yes.

Like this.

Perform your duty properly.

I want perfect order.

Actually, you only feel fear
at the beginning.

After that,
there is no fear and no pain.

Nothing matters anymore.

There was Rosa.

Rosa, the Jewish woman.

The Germans didn't know
she was Jewish.

They thought she was Armenian.

I wouldn't have known either.

Armenians, Jews...

She could have been Ossetian.
She was a redhead.

I don't know,
she was probably decent.

Had we met somewhere else...

perhaps we'd be
drinking vodka together.

Through me you go
to everlasting pain.

Through me you go
a pass among lost souls.

Justice inspired
my exalted Creator:

I am a creature of
the Holiest Power,

of Wisdom in the Highest
and of Primal Love.

Nothing till I was made was
made, only eternal beings.

Abandon all hope,
ye who enter here.

Sometimes I
think it was a dream.

There is a big,
bright living room.

Some fluffy cushions...

with laced covers.

And everybody's
walking barefoot.

I also remember
that on the floor...

there's grass.

It smells so nice.

And I'm sitting on
my dad's shoulders.

What are you doing up there?
Get down to work! Move!

Do you want three hours
on the ground again?

Hurry up! Come on!

My boots...
Where are my boots?

Move it!
Move your feet! Faster!

Have you seen my boots?
Screw your boots.

Come on, work!

Work!

Hey, you! Get up. Time to work!

Are you having a rest?

Are you deaf?

How can I go?
Someone stole my boots.

Why don't you go
barefoot?

You'll survive.

Move it!

Is she dead? She's dead!

She's dead.

Get off, they're mine.
Let go!

Get off!

I need them.

I need them more!
They're mine.

Get lost!

Get your hands off me!

Give it back!
Don't touch me.

Cigarettes.
If you had cigarettes...

you could exchange them
for many things.

Bread, clothes.

You could have someone killed
for cigarettes.

I could just say, "Here's
a pack, go kill that one."

And someone would have done it.

You're a thief!

You're a thief,
I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!
What are you doing?

What are you
looking at?

Let go of him!

What are you doing?
Let go, I said!
Bastard!

What's going on?
Yid!

Don't you know
you shouldn't fight?

He started it!
It was him.

Janek?

Is it you?
Mm-hmm.

And you, come over here!

And you're Danik?
Mm-hmm.

Do you remember me,
Olga?

Olga, from Paris.
Do you remember?

I sheltered you.
You were sleeping on the chest
with the blue bird on it.

I used to sing a song to you.
You were scared
and couldn't sleep.

You remember?
Why are you here?

Why didn't you run away?

Why aren't you
saying anything?

Say something!

I told you to go to Aunt Irène.
Did you run away?
Why are you here?

I did my best to save you!

Janek?
How did you end up here?

How did this happen?

Don't cry.

Please don't cry.

I'm here, now. I'll protect you.

Don't you cry. Don't cry!

I'm here with you.
You're like my own sons.

Do you recognize me now?

Say something.

My dear boys. I'm so happy.

You're alive!

Who takes care of you here?

Look at you!
There was a lady
but they killed her.

Are you alone?

Now you'll stay with me.
It's going to be fine.
You'll see.

At first I thought
I'd seen them at the station.

I thought I'd seen them.

But I was such a coward,
I didn't turn to look again.

I knew I couldn't run to them,
couldn't grab them.

Then... how was it possible?

Walking in the yard
and there they were.

It's unbelievable.

The two of them, just
standing there. Fighting again.

I took them with me.

Everybody dies,
and I'm alive.
Why?

All my people die,
and I'm still alive.

Will you caress me?

What do I get for it?

Two cigarettes.

Want some lipstick?
Brand-new.

Go.
I'll look after them.

Get one cigarette
for me too.

Although...

That wasn't...

That wasn't
really the worst part.

The worst part
was seeing the ground moving.

We threw the bodies into pits,

sometimes five to ten layers
on top of each other...

and then quickly
buried them beneath the soil.

But not all of
them were dead yet.

Some were still twitching or...

still breathing.

Some tried to get out.

That's why
the ground was moving.

It...

It...

It was pulsating.

It was alive.

Right beneath my feet.

Mmm.

Have you been shown
your living quarters yet?

I hope it's satisfactory.

Yes, thank you.

If you need anything,
just let me know.

A girl perhaps?

The good thing about the camp is
that you can satisfy your needs

without anyone complaining.

Are you trying to bribe me?
Of course.

A world without bribery

would be inhumane,
wouldn't it?

How about a schnapps?
No, thanks.

I'll allow myself one.

There.

Well, let's start.

Rex, my boy.

Come here.

Now, then.

Voilà,

this is my camp.

This is the station,

these are the warehouses,
the barracks,

the gas chamber
and the crematorium.

Since extermination became
the camp's main function,

we've faced constant problems.

Here.

We have 106 barracks,
built for 700 people each.

But I'm cramming 1,200 into
each. And it seems to work.

They fit in somehow.

But the thing is...

there are several trains a day
arriving from Hungary.

I don't know
where to put them all.

So I take them straight
to the gas chamber.

I have a target,
to exterminate 10,000 people
per day.

And...

we manage!

There you go.

The gas chamber
is not our main problem.

The crematorium is,
burning them.

The furnaces are
already operating
at maximum capacity.

There's not enough time
for a full cremation.

The bones and skulls that are
left over all take up space.

Sometimes we even
have to burn them in the pits.

They claim
the furnaces have been improved.

And what happened?

The furnace of Crematorium 3
cracked after two weeks.

We had to suspend operations
in order to repair it.

It has a shitty design.

The selection process comes
with a lot of responsibility.

It requires specialists.

You have to decide
at first glance

who might be
useful for the Reich

and who goes straight
to the crematorium.

I mean,
how would you go about it?

Damn architects!

These idiots
planned it all wrong.

We often have
northerly winds,

carrying over the stench
from the crematorium.

Anyway...

After all, we're not wimps,
are we?

Of course.

I've got
a good orchestra here,
haven't I?

They'll play for
me 24 hours a day.

Have you known
the Reichsführer long?

Not especially.

He doesn't trust me
anymore.

Why do you think that?
Well...

I've heard
a lot about you.

Wasn't it you who turned
the Dachau camp upside down?

Poor Kunz.

You had him shot,
didn't you?

We discovered annoying
discrepancies in Kunz's books.

He was siphoning off money.

Let me tell you something,
my dear Standartenführer.

The further our troops retreat,
the more corruption we'll see.

There's nothing to be done.

Don't you see?

In places like Dachau,
in Treblinka...

in Auschwitz
and in Majdanek,

we've got the best SS people
on the job.

The best men in the Reich.

They are totally exhausted,
they haven't slept for days.

I told them,

who cares how much
someone might have taken?

It's nothing compared
to what they contribute
to our cause.

Nothing at all!

I'm acting on the order
of the Reichsführer,
Obersturmbannführer.

If I find out that anyone has
committed any irregularities,

I will have him executed.

At war, there are always
sadists and madmen,

who commit atrocities
that are cruel beyond words.

I noticed Krause was
rude and aggressive
towards his colleagues.

I'm convinced he hated me
from the bottom of his heart.

Krause also let me observe
the selection process.

The train arrived,
they began to unload the people.

I couldn't stand the stench
of the Jews' clothes
and that of the carriages.

When I realized
I could no longer bear it,

I said good-bye
to the camp commandant...

and returned to my quarters.

I'm sorry.

My God.

Dietrich!
Helmut.

What are you doing here?
What are you...?

It's a long story.

I'm so happy to see you.

You never dropped me a line,
you bastard.

I don't like
writing letters.

And you?
Why didn't you write
to me?

Come on, don't play games.
You thought
I'd been killed ages ago.

You're right.

You're right.

I often thought
of you though.

What's wrong?

Let's go outside,
it's too loud here.

Yeah.

The nation's elite...

Eugen, good to see you.

You know what? My...

Shall we go to my place?

I have some cognac left.

Let's go.

This was in Ukraine.

That's me.

Ah! Friedrich,
sticking his tongue out.

He was killed the next day.
Probably the last photo of him.

I wrote to his mother.
He asked me to do it
before he died.

I don't know
who that is.

Nice photo.

Yes, I like it too.

Give me...

Hang on.

Why did you take
this one?

It's for my nephew.

He's five.

If I'm still alive
in ten years' time...

I'll show it to him.

Look at all your books.

Most of them are
in Russian.

Hey, Dietrich.

You have a lot
of Russian books.

Yes.

Half of the Kharkiv library.

By the way...

there is
a Chekhov first edition,

published during his lifetime.

It's priceless.
You can have it, if you want.

Look.

I'm sure my Russian
isn't as good as yours
anymore.

Tell me, did you ever finish
your thesis on Chekhov?

It'll have to wait
till after the war.

I'll tell you
something unbelievable.
What's that?

It's for your thesis.

A small,
insignificant detail.

But a true one.

Chekhov had a fiancée,
Dunya Efros...
Mm-hmm.

...from a rich
Jewish family.

I read it
in his letters.

But it didn't
work out.

Anton Pavlovich
wanted the dowry,

but Dunya's father
didn't let her convert.

It turned Chekhov
into a full-blown
anti-Semite.

So here's the story:

Chekhov's former fiancée

went to the gas chamber
here not long ago.

She was
67 years old.

I heard about it by chance.

Helmut!

Come, let's have a drink.

Oh! Sorry.

When you...

are there...

you don't see, hear,
notice or understand anything.

You're kind of walking...

always staring
down in front of you.

First,
I used to clean the barracks,
just like everyone else.

But then I got lucky.

I was sent to the warehouse.

We were sorting things.

The glasses go there,
the lighters go there.

The boots go there.

First it was people, then boots.
Lots of boots.

I found it very interesting
that Dunya Efros had been
at the camp.

I knew she'd married
a rich lawyer, a Jew
by the name of Konovitser.

So she must have been
registered here under his name.

Dietrich had
heard it from a kapo,

who in turn had heard it
from someone who'd been
in the same carriage.

So it could be true.

Wait! Buttons!

Bone buttons are useless,

but fabric ones
need to be checked.

There might be coins inside.
Ah!

Cigarettes, cigarettes!

Hurry up!

Here, take it.
Come here! Take it!

Only two? I found them.
Not there!

Hurry up! We've got
a new train arriving.
Move it!

They always search us.

Imagine if she catches us.

We'll get beaten,
what else?

If it's clothes, food,
cigarettes...

If we take too much,
we'll be kicked out.

First of all,
there was the warehouse.

It processed all the belongings
of those arriving by train.

Everyone was stealing there,
even the supervisors.

But theft was rife everywhere,
not just in the warehouse.

The commandants had found
a never-ending source of income.

They even profited
from the prisoners' food.

Therefore I had to check
the prisoners' rations
against the official quotas.

I knew what to expect
from previous experience.

The rations would be too small.

I knew the method.

The commandants were in
cahoots with the suppliers.

For example, the report says
that a ton of root vegetables
was ordered.

But they only
deliver half a ton.

The other half
they share among themselves.

And then they even
took something off
the delivered half.

From the officers down
to the prisoner cooks,
everyone was involved.

It wasn't me!

You'll go to the other group.

Clean this shit up,
you dirty bitch!
Olga, help me!

What's going on here?

Why is there such disorder?

You're too slow.

We need more people.
I sent you some more.

They're just too weak.

Just calm down.

How many more
will arrive today?
Three.

-Sort out this mess.
Is that clear?

As you can see,
Standartenführer,
we can't prevent theft.

I don't have enough people.

I recognized her
from the back of her neck.

She used to turn her head
as if she had a sore neck.

My heart was about
to jump out of my chest.

I looked at her,

but only realized a moment later
that it really was her.

She really was here,
in this camp.

Krause came over
and said something to me...

but I didn't hear him.

I couldn't believe it was her.

We met in Italy, in August 1933.

At Villa Mancini in Tuscany.

Beautiful.
It's a beautiful region.

She was sitting in a wicker
chair, wearing a lovely hat.

She was smoking...

with her legs crossed.

I could see her ankles.

You know,
I've always had a thing for...

for feet.

And then she said
with her raspy voice...

"Lie on top of me, crush me."

Or maybe she didn't say a word,
I'm not sure.

I just remember her huge pupils,

her eyes looking through me,
full of fear or horror.

I'm not great at seducing women.

Maybe I dreamt it all,
being drunk.

The next morning, she was gone.

She had left,

without saying good-bye.

I found her address
and sent her a letter.

I was waiting for a reply,
maybe a postcard
with a polite rejection.

But I got nothing.

I kept on writing and waiting
for a reply, but nothing came.

Writing to her
and waiting for an answer
became an obsession for me.

I like waiting.

I can wait for a long time.

For my entire life,
if necessary.

It was nothing, a silly game.

He started writing me letters,
but I didn't reply
to any of them.

He had beautiful handwriting.

The prince found his letters
and became very jealous.

The prince...

I don't think he would care
if I hitched up my skirt,

yet he was jealous of letters.

What did he see
in those letters?

And why would anyone write
to a woman who doesn't respond?

At the villa, Prince Kamensky,
my future husband,
was courting me.

I married him later.

I remember the moment when
I realized I would marry him.

We were playing blindman's buff.

We blindfolded him,
spun him round...

and ran away to drink champagne.

And he just stood there,
with his arms spread.

So awkward and so pathetic.

What for?

Well...

I don't want to remember this.
What for?

I was allowed to choose
a servant from the prisoners.

Krause advised me
to take an Adventist.

Because they're German
and keep themselves clean.

I told them
to send me Olga as a cleaner.

I'm finished.

Is there anything else?

Have a shower.

Then get into bed.

Look at me.
Why are you shaking your head?

Where have you been?
The lights will go out soon.

Hey! Leave her alone. She's
got an ID from the boss now.

Come here, quick.

Come here, look what I've got.

Huh?
That's right.

Don't refuse a gift.

Come with me,
you shouldn't stay with her.

Where are you taking them?
You'll be with me now.

No need
to be with this shiksa.
They are ours!

Wait. Be quiet.

Auntie Rosa has
something for you.

You'll be with me now.

No need to mix
with this shiksa.

I was glad when she took them.

After all,
she was the block leader.

She could hide them, feed them,
protect them...

She could.

No, I don't know...

I think it's good that...

I think it's good
that I had no children.

It's incredible.

She refused to believe that Jews
are parasites and exploiters.

Once the danger
of anti-Semitism disappears,

the Jews lose all inhibitions.

Since relocation
wasn't viable...

we had only one option:

extermination.

So we decided to kill the Jews,
young and old, all of them.

...following
relentless fighting,

have completely destroyed the
German garrison in Belgrade...

and today, on October 20,

liberated the capital
of allied Yugoslavia

from the German invaders.

Here you are.

You know,
I admire the Bolsheviks.

They live for their cause.

Stalin is...

an extraordinary individual.

Had I been born in Russia
and not in Germany,

I would have become a Communist.

They want to create
a paradise on earth.

And they are capable of it.

Being with him, my life
had become so much better.

I didn't have to starve anymore.

You can't imagine the happiness

when you don't have to think
about food all the time.

Simply not having
to think about food.

It's amazing how
quickly you turn

from an animal
back into a human being.

A woman.

Just a few days and...

I was already thinking about
lipstick, my hair and my skin.

All it took
was some food and some sleep.

Come here.

Remember
how hot it was there?

Look who it is.

Come here.

What's wrong?

I have to take this
to the laundry. Give me
your handkerchief, please.

He had a razor in the bathroom.

Why not?

What lay ahead for him?
Nothing but torment.

So why live?

Nothing lay ahead for me either.

No salvation.

He knows and appreciates
Brahms and Tolstoy.

He likes Chekhov.

Who did this to him?

I remember him in Italy.

How could it be...
Who could have...

He couldn't have
done it to himself.
And what if it was him...

What if he did do it himself?

Ho ho!

Do you have anything
to drink?

Here...

Shoot me in the head.

-Shoot me in the head!

Shoot me in the head!

I won't die,
I'm immortal.

I'm an Übermensch.

I've survived
tanks rolling over me.
Ha!

You know how?

I buried myself.

If you die,
they bury you.

And if you want
to survive,

bury yourself.

I was buried,

but I rose from the dead.

So, I'll never die again.

But I'm not the only one who's
immortal here. They are as well.

They're all still alive.

They're everywhere, Helmut.

Everywhere.

They're like
ribbons of mist.

Here, right behind you.

They're also
here in this room.
They're just hiding.

And if you go
to the forest,

they'll show up
among the trees.

Do you see them?

The ghosts
of those we killed.

Ghosts don't exist.

We ourselves have become ghosts.

It's time to admit
we lost everything.

Everything.

5:00 a.m., Heidelberg...

back during one springtime...

at university.

It was end-of-term exam time.

We were debating
Chekhov all night long.

In our halls.

You still remember?

And then...

through the window...

in the silence...

...the gentle tapping
of female heels on the pavement.

Here.

Pervitin.

It's a great help.

So is heroin.

He was in love with her.
Ms. Efros, the Jew.

What do you think
your Chekhov would say...

if he knew what
was going on in the world?

He would say nothing.

I've always loved you.

You know why?

Because you are so handsome.

And so stupid.

You really believe
your paradise is
for everyone?

That we are equal?

It's ridiculous.

There will be people like me
in paradise too.

The sons of
bakers and pharmacists.

And people like you.

Noblemen...

who are hiding grand thoughts...

Knut!

...behind high foreheads.
I need you here.

You've always
been better than me.

I used to love you for it.
But now I feel sorry for you.

Take him away.

All the best, Dietrich.

-Knut!
-Yes?

How did you get on at school?

Well, so-so.

But you do love
the Führer.

Oh, yes,
Standartenführer.

We'd never betray him, right?

No, sir!
No, sir!

Heil... Heil...

Take him away,
and make sure he gets to bed.

Where are you taking me?
You shithead.

I'll get you out of here.

I'll save you.

We'll go to a beautiful place,

to Nueva Germania,

the German settlement that
was founded by my great uncle.

In South America.

In Paraguay.

We'll sit in
silence side by side

looking at the black cypress
in the moonlight.

You'll apply cream
to my sunburnt shoulders.

We'll drink cheap wine...

and look into each other's eyes.

Nothing more.

Come here!

A German passport
and a Red Cross
certificate.

To go to Switzerland.

I'll keep them for you.

Is it true?
You will take me away?

Yes.

Say it again. Is it true?

Say "yes."

It's so wonderful. Oh, God.

So wonderful.

What do you want me to do now?

You are such a good man!
So good.

It's such a good plan!
You are so good.

You're wonderful.

You're amazing.

I love you.

I love everything about you.

Finally I understand...

You have the right
to do whatever you are doing.

You're so different.

Totally different.

Different,
not like all the others.

What are you saying?
What are you saying?

Olga, what are you saying?

I finally understand.

You have the right,
you really do.

The right to do what you do.
You're so completely different.

You're so...

All of you... You're so...

You're wonderful. You're right.

Your people are a great nation,
the master race.
I'll follow you...

What are you saying?

What are you saying?
Have you gone mad?

You're an intelligent woman!

Why are you shouting?
Don't you dare
even think that way!

Who knocked that
into your head?
You are a master race.

It's just a pack of lies,
all of it!

God!

Of course,

the Übermensch has
no doubts.

The Übermensch is not
afraid of death.

Neither his own,
nor someone else's.

The Übermensch is
self-sufficient.

Stop it! I don't know. Stop it.

Stop it!

Enough.

Hey, you! Are you too good
for us? Go take your lunch.

Go to hell.

Take it, I'll eat it.

You eat your gruel.

That's right.

Don't listen to Rosa.
She is just scum.

All kapos are scum.

Go feed that bitch.
She thinks she's
too good for us now.

Hold her down.

Come here.

Come on, come here.

Come here.

Hold her down.

Beat the Nazi! Beat her up!
For the motherland!

I'm not eating this.
Hold her down!

Not to her taste...

Did you like it?
Sit and be quiet.

I was lying in the
barracks thinking...

"Tomorrow I'll be out of here.
I'll never see this again."

It was such a heavenly thought.

"We'll go far away...

and we'll never remember this
ever again."

And here is the list
of confiscated valuables.

Schulmann!

What a swine.

So you want
to finish me?

What dirt
did you dig up?

What do you have?

Evidence.

You're a thief.

I'm acting on behalf
of the Reichsführer,
and I'll report it like it is.

You're hindering
my work.

A thief?

Well, I'm a thief,
and you're an idiot.

A hypocrite.

You dream of paradise...

but there's no
heaven without hell.

And I created this hell.

Me, Hans Krause.

The Reichsführer
will turn a blind eye
to that.

He doesn't care.

People like me
are much more important

to the Reich
than people like you.

Who betrayed the Führer?

You noblemen.

Who conspired against him?

You little wimps!

You think I'm not aware
of your relations with
that whore from the 7th barrack?

As I told you,
you're hindering my work.

Leave the room,
Obersturmbannführer.
That's an order.

Fuck your order.

Then came an order to cover
up all traces of the crimes.

We had committed crimes,
and we knew it.

And we were proud of it,
it was our sacrifice.

Now, I was not the only one
ready to betray the cause.

We all were.

Without exception.

I found an officer filling
his pockets with valuables.

I told him to give it all back,
and he openly defied me.

Human nature
was beginning to show its face.

I want to take the
children with me.

What?

Two Jewish children.

I hid them in Paris,
now they are here.

Impossible.

No.

Do you understand?
It's impossible.

You're the superior,
the inspector.

They're afraid of you,
they won't touch you.

Yes, they might
leave me alone.

But you'll get shot
immediately.

The children too.

Is that what you want?

So what shall I do?

Get changed
and come to the car.

It will be waiting by the
entrance to the railway ramp.

At 5:00 p.m.

Here.

I have things to do.

I was looking at the gun,
then at him.

I imagined shooting him
right in the forehead.

The bullet making a hole...

You're going
on vacation.

Take her with you.

Save her.

The car is waiting.

This will get
you to Switzerland.

Do it for me.

I felt as if I was
speeding towards a wall.

I suddenly felt like
a little boy again,

who wanted nothing more than...

to lie next to her.

To lie in the heat and
keep silent. Yes, keep silent.

My equilibrium had been upset.

It was a moment
of great weakness.

A moment of disgrace.

The entire world around me
had lost its equilibrium.

May I?

The commandant is dead.

I know.

Get on with it.

Do what we agreed.

Where's
the barracks leader?

I'm the new one, Rosa is sick.

These are the sick ones
who didn't go to work.

Muster them together.
The sick as well?

Bring all of them outside.
Quick!

I want all 29 outside.

The sick
and the weak to the
disinfection. Hurry up!

You have ten minutes.

41233.

Move.
Come on!

81815.

-10172.
-I'll go to work now.

No more work,
it's time to die.
Move!

4254. Quick. Let's go!

1711. Get out of bed.
Move it! Come on!
Allez, allez!

3043. Hurry up!
What did I say? 4030.

Come on, faster!

Get up! 4326.

-Olga.

Come here.

Don't you get it? 9014.

6208, 9812. Get up!

5981, 4032.

Olga, I know you will escape.

And we're going
to the gas chamber now.

Would you do me a...

I have this...

Would you please send it?

To my daughter
Shura in Kemerovo.

Will you make
sure it gets there?

Put enough stamps on it,
so it gets to Kemerovo.

So that she knows I love her.
And doesn't wait for me.

I'll go.

I'll go for you.

You have someone to live for.

Your daughter in Kemerovo.

These two.

And I have no one.

No one.

There's no reason...

There should be a reason.

You should live.

You'll get better.

You'll see.
You'll definitely get better.

All will be fine.

Olga.
Just fine.

Where is 10172?

All will be fine.

Where is 10172?

Tell your daughter
about me.

Let's go, down the stairs.

Move it!

Go on!

Don't stop!

Come on, move it!

Don't stop!

Move it!

Watch it,
you idiot!

No, it's not true, I...

I feel sorry that Émile
saw his father's death.

I'm also sorry
that I made my wife suffer.

I hope I didn't, but...

but still...

I'm also sorry that
I didn't get to sleep
with that Russian princess.

I don't need
to justify any of my actions.

With my head held high
and hope in my heart,
I accept death.

I have become an Übermensch,

the first of many yet to come.

I'm a pioneer.

A merciless, great era will
inevitably dawn on our planet.

And it was us
who laid the foundation for it.

We who were the first to fall.

Granted, we lost the war.

Germany won't enjoy victory,
happiness or legal immunity.

Let the others have it.

But let the German paradise
be blessed.

Even if we are
destined for hell.

If there is one reason why
our cause won't become reality,

then that reason is...

because it is perfect.

Mankind is not
ready for perfection.

I don't know
why I went instead of Rosa.

I can't explain why.
Something made me do it.

It wasn't my choice.
It just happened.

You see,

evil will grow
without anyone's help.

But the good
always needs one big final push

to carry the hope
that beyond evil...

there will be a miracle

and that love does exist.

Now I have nothing to fear
but my God.

Yes, I have sinned.

You have nothing to fear.

Enter.

Janek, Danik!