All language subtitles for Nicht.alle.waren.Moerder.2006.EN

Not Everyone were Murderers

From the memoirs of Michael Degen

Daniel, send the children home.
Something big is happening in the streets.

Enough for today, kids!

Go home!

Why? What's wrong?
Did something happen?

Stop questioning!
Quickly! Go, go!

See you tomorrow.

Slowly.

- Well, give me a break!
- Sorry!

Jew boy, I'll castrate you!

Miserable beggars!

We were sent home early.
Do you know why?

Can you tell me what this is?

- An air rifle.
- Where did you get an air rifle?

- Michael, I asked you!
- I bought it.

You bought an air rifle with whose money?

Don't try to worm your way out of this!
Where did you get the money?

From you.

You didn't get any money from me!

You steal from your mother to
buy some crap? Do you have any sense?

I wanted to defend
against the Nazis.

With an air rifle? You're ridiculous!

- What will Dad say when I tell him that?
- You don't have say anything.

Of course I must. He should know
what kind of son he has.

Mom, please!

We're going home.

- But I want to go in too.
- No, you don't.

- Mommy!
- Scream even louder!

Then I'll go myself.

He said he doesn't
want to see you anymore.

But! Did you expect that he'd
throw his arms around you?

Mama!

Ladder! Careful men, it's burning!

An hour ago,
your father died.

Jit'gadal wejitkadasch
sch'me Rabba...

b'alma... diw'ra chir'ute,
we'jamlich malchutej, be'chajechon.

Keep going!

Mama, get dressed, we have to leave!

Where should we go?

You hit me?

Get dressed...

Come on, go! Take nothing!

Hurry up!

Come on...

Open the door!

Mark my words, we're now just German
like those people down there.

Open the door!

Everyone out! By the door!
Hurry up! Jews, out!

- What is going on here?
- Nothing. Keep going!

Come on please! Don't look back!

Mommy, I want my mommy!

- To shoot a child!
- When the stupid thing is running away!

- Yes, because everyone is so "nice" to her.
- Do you belong to the Party too?

I don't belong to any "association".

Mr. SS man, hey, she over there!

Come on, don't run, just walk quickly.

That was close, right?

- Where will we go now?
- I have no idea.

Lona, you are our last hope.
We just now escaped.

Yes, in the subway station.
What is the station name?

- It don't know.
- I believe Heidelberger Platz.

Yes, good Lona.
It's okay. See you soon.

Mama!

Listen Anna! Karl Hotze, a friend of mine,
has accommodations for you.

You must pay them,
but away from the street.

They're taking all the Jews to the big
Hamburger Strasse assembly camp.

Berlin is to become "Jew-clean".

Lyudmila is a russian emigrant,
not a communist.

Watch what you say.

Dimitriev, 4th floor. Listen, to them,
you're "Rosa Gemberg". Okay? Remember.

And you're young "Max".

She doesn't need to know
who you really are.

She has lived here for 23 years.
Old Russian nobility.

Perhaps she's a spy.
In any case, she's in it for the money.

Phew! Here we are.

Dimitriev.

Max!

Hello. Here are the two.

Rosa Gemberg. And her son Max

Lyudmila Dimitrieva.
Come in.

Thank you.

We have a business relationship, right?

Good. Then first I'll show you
the apartment. Follow me.

Here I sometimes give my concerts.
Then you'll need to stay in your rooms.

In absolute silence.

Only once my guests have left,
are you permitted to open your door.

I sometimes have the Party bosses
as guests, you understand?

And here is your domain.
These are the former servants' quarters.

This room would be best for you.

Then this would be for the young master.

Satisfactory?

Then all that remains is
to arrange the finances.

For that, let's allow the young master
to be alone. Come along.

And? Do you like it?

Well, at least we have
a roof over our heads.

Can't we go home anymore?

No, we can't.

My Epstein was also a Jew.

Now he lives in America.

Our marriage was a catastrophe.

Nevertheless, I thank him for
everything that you see here.

My Epstein was rich.

I loved that.

Is there still a Mr. Gemberg?

I suppose the young man
is hungry.

Mhm.

Lona, aren't you going to
put yourself in the poorhouse?

For young Max.

French soap!

- This is for the lady of the house!
- The lady gives thanks!

Yes, the onions were the hardest
to procure. A scare commodity.

Kohlrabi! This will make a feast.

You are a splendid cook, Rosa!

The best I could! I can't cook.

For this, you're unbeatable.

May I ask how you became friends?

Lona took over the business of my
husband. He had to give it up in 1938.

Textiles, wool, and knitwear.

Since that time she has
bravely split the proceeds with us.

- The obvious thing to do!
- It is not, Lona. It's rather perilous.

- Stop please, Rosa!
- Allow me the pleasure of praising you!

Mere sentimentality, ladies,
I cannot stand.

You've said nothing of
your husband, Rosa.

He was a great man.
He could bring the whole room laughter.

Rosa's husband was a genius!

So he's no longer alive.

They took him to the concentration
camp at Sachsenhausen.

She managed to get him out.

But unfortunately too late.

I didn't know him anymore.

His mind was so diminished.

He could barely speak.

They had crushed his ribcage.

He died shortly afterwards.

Would anyone like a cognac?

Yes, I believe we could all use one.

Except for the little one, of course.

- Normally I avoid alcohol.
- Nothing is normal in these times.

So, down with it!

Na zdorovie!

Na zdorovie!

Cheers!

- Is it the siren?
- Sh!

Stay quiet, my boy.
It's nothing at all.

I'm a bit lonely.
You know, I also had a boy.

He was the same age as you.

- Where is my mother?
- She's sleeping.

We had a little too much to drink.
One needs that sometimes, understand?

I often lay in bed with my Seryozha.

And I told him stories.
Would you like that too?

Come on. Come on! We warm up,
and I'll tell you stories. Hm?

Please?

Today is the day on which
my Epstein divorced me.

- Unfortunately, I had to compel him to.
- Why?

I'll tell you, even though you
won't yet fully understand it.

Why do you back away from me?

I'll do nothing to you.

Or are you afraid?
Well, now you'll see.

Tell me, are you circumcised?

Well tell me, are you
or are you not?

I am.

My Epstein was also circumcised.

I loved that.

Too bad. Soon there in Germany...

... no more circumcised men.

What are you doing?

We were going cuddle one another, hm?

Mon Dieu, you're a little block of ice.

Give me your hand!

Can I go to my room?

- You want to already?
- Please!

Too bad, Mon Dieu.

Too bad.

Come on, at least give me another kiss.

The first guests are arriving.
You must go to your rooms.

And don't forget, you don't exist.
You aren't there.

We'll disappear into thin air.

Nice the way you help your mother.

Now you're overacting!

Shhh!

- Sorry, I'm looking for the loo.
- Next door down.

Tell me, what precisely
are you doing?

We're the house staff.

- And so you have to hide?
- Not hide, stay quiet during the music.

Mother and son, right?

You we're really frightened
when I came in.

We'll talk some more,
in the air raid shelter!

We're not going to the basement.

Hurry, gather together
everything you have.

- Are you ready?
- I have nothing else. Now what?

We'll stay here and wait.

Hurry! Hurry!

Shhh!

Ah!

They'll do nothing to us!

They're after the Nazis.
Don't be afraid!

Don't be afraid, they're not after us...!

Don't hit us.
They won't hit us.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

It's on fire!

Come on! Get out!

My hat!

Pull yourself together,
we need to get out!

The other exit, come on!

Where is the key?

- Michael, the key!
- I don't know!

- Find the key!
- There it is!

Calm down!

Look out, the beams are collapsing!

Come on!

Oh, God! I would have
wished another childhood for you.

- Lyudmila!
- You're alive! Mon Dieu!

Your apartment is on fire!
What will become of us?

You must get away, fast.
The basement is full of the Party.

Not to Lona's.
It's monitored by Gestapo.

Go to Hotze, Karl Hotze.

I don't know where he lives.
I don't have his address.

You must simply remember:
One six, five four, three seven.

16 54 37, 16 54 37...

He's a good boy!

Thank you! Come on!

Where's a phone booth
that's still working?

Medic! I can't find a medic.

There!
Telephone booth over there.

Come on! Come quickly!

What is it? What are you doing?

So, that was it.

As I told you, we'd survive.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- A little.

I'm cold and hungry.

- Do you still know Hotze's number?
- 16 54 37

- Mrs. Gemberg?
- Yes?

I'm Karl Hotze.

It's a pleasure. Young man,
would you like some raisins?

- Yes.
- Here.

I can take you to acquaintances of Lona.
I don't know them well.

They are the Teubers.

Lona is also heading there,
taking the subway.

We'd better walk. The subway
is constantly monitored.

It means a two-hour hike.

Whoever gets tired,
can ride on the bike rack.

- And you?
- Me?

- Yes, if you become tired?
- I won't get tired.

I've walked continuously for 24
hours before... in a camp, you know?

You have to in there, or you'll
never march again. There's no mercy.

- You were in a concentration camp?
- Buchenwald, yes.

As a criminal, under criminals.

After two years they had enough
of me and I of them.

I'm not a streetcar!

I hate this. These guys
show up during the day.

For the 100th time, business only in the
evenings. Come back again later!

Foot corns on my doorstep!

Lona Furkert made arrangements.
Is she already here?

Not that I know of.

- What do those two want?
- To live with you. Not officially of course.

But if we stay out here much longer,
we'll invite trouble.

Yes, come in.

Mrs. Gemberg and her son
were bombed out.

No interest in the family tree!

- What's going on?
- Put something on, you slut!

Should I get dressed up
for the toilet?

No manners anymore, these brats!

- And for the finances?
- We'll pay of course, Mrs. Teuber.

I'm all for Grandma Teuber.

So, let's go to the parlor!

- Have you known Lona long?
- It's none of your business!

That's my man.

We present ourselves. We met by chance
in the subway. Quite by chance.

A chance is sufficient.

- Hello. Ernst Teuber.
- Gemberg. - Karl Hotze.

Hi.

You always overdo it!

Real coffee beans!
I'll make some!

It's terrible... Twice they rummaged
through my bags in the subway.

What are you saying?

Provisions for the whole week
in case I don't get back to the apartment.

Girls, time for feeding!

Morning!

This is Grete, who was previously
seen naked, and her little Horst.

Over there is Rosa, my youngest.
Hanging on the wall is Felix.

He's not here,
he's making mincemeat of the Russians.

- These two will stay with you.
- With me? With the boy?

With your's too.

He knows about more "positions"
than I did at 13.

Louts! Really,
this is real bean coffee.

You have total shit for brains!

I'm sorry.

Quiet, quiet!

Instead of a brain
you have a bubble!

I'll get back to the field.
Mission accomplished.

Head high, it'll be okay!

- Thanks for the coffee, Lona.
- Don't mention it.

You see how stupid Grandpa is!

If he'd only cut his hair
the way he boozes coffee!

Grete sleeps in her marriage bed,
and the sofa is for you.

- Is Greta married?
- In some ways yes, in others no.

- Won't strangers disturb her husband?
- No. The guys won't be disturbed at all!

A fine mess.

- Lona, how do you know these people?
- I had no choice!

- What the boy is going to see here!
- Only until Hotze finds something new.

- I can't stay here a week.
- Do you want to survive or not?

- Are you sure they're not Nazis?
- They're definitely not political.

They just want the money!

- It's a fine mess.
- Grandma Teuber said that too.

So long as they
don't betray us for money.

- Morning.
- Morning.

May I ask you something
Grandma Teuber?

Go ahead! No false modesty.

Do you think it right to rent out
your daughters to strange men?

I think it's alright.

People must have something to live on,
as long as they live.

A bit of spreading the legs open
is innate in us.

Or do you use the stork?

No. But I was married.

And? Is it different then?

You haven't had one of these
in a long time.

See, this is what
Grete gets from the guys.

Because of her beautiful crooked legs.
Through which a whole football can pass.

They are crazy about them.

She pays herself with that!

One needs fresh air.
Are you coming? - Mhm.

In case we get separated,
check at the station every hour...

... to see if the other is there.
But inconspicuously! Okay?

Do you understand?

It's frigid. As long as
I don't have to endure this.

Go back?
No, I do not want to go back.

Do me a favor, ask Rosa for a shawl and
gloves for me. I'll wait here.

Germans! Support yourselves!
Don't buy from Jews.

Heil Hitler!

- May we please see your identification?
- Identification, of course!

Oh, it's not there.
I must have left it at home.

I can show you my old
postal identification.

- Your Name?
- Rosa Gemberg.

Birthdate?

Your birthday.

12th of October 1908, in Beuthen.

Do you take us for fools? Your name is
Anna Sarah Degen and you're Jewish.

Total nonsense!
Aren't you ashamed?

I'm coming from the doctor, want to work,
and you stop me with some rubbish?

I'm not a foreigner, let me go.
Who are you anyway!?

Secret State Police.

- And so you stop people getting to work?
- Where do you work?

Hello, Michael! Michael Degen!

- Are you in our conveyance?
- The impossible! He is a Jew.

Watch it! You bugger!

I didn't want to be in the station.
I got lost.

- And what is your name?
- Max, Max Gemberg.

It's nothing.
You don't need to fear me.

We just need to get away from here.
Come on, with me. Don't be afraid!

- But, what if she's not there now?
- Why shouldn't she be there?

Then I'll keep you with me.

I'm bringing the boy back to you.

Rosa, your runaway is back!

Mama!

Hello, Mrs. Gemburg. I'm from the
civilian welfare. I bringing your Maxie.

He ran off.

Ran, ran where?
Please come in!

He could not find you at the station.

- Mom, you said...
- I said nothing at all!

And the gloves?

I don't need them anymore! What are you
doing to me? I'm about to die of fear...

... and you're wandering around
the train station!

He was just confused.
At least he's back again.

I'm Erna Niehoff. I know
of nothing and saw nothing.

Take care, Maxie!
And you best stay at home!

Oh!

Here's my phone number
if you need my help.

But don't leave it behind.
You understand?

Mama!

An NSV nurse. Who now knows
what's going on here.

- She brought me back!
- Exactly, and now knows where we live.

The men in the car...
Were they the Gestapo?

Yes.

In the car sat one of
Father's friends.

Perhaps you've mistaken her.

You need to renew this.

I wanted to do that for a while,
but you know how it is.

I looked for you through
the entire Stettiner Station.

Can you imagine how that feels?

As for that situation with you
and Daddy, I'm so very sorry.

I miss him so much.

I'll just need a moment.

I'm sorry, but you can't remain here.
Find somewhere else.

Everything went well? A good trip.
I'm Martchen, Hotze's sister in law.

- Rosa Gemberg. My son Max.
- Hi!

The bag is bigger than the guy.
Best leave it to me.

- Thank you.
- Come along.

- Lona Furkert has taken good care of us.
- She's a sweetheart! A bit more walking...

but after that, you'll have it well.

Step through here.
This is your new home.

Oh, they're already there.
Come in.

I have the whole top floor for you,
with a flushing toilet.

Only we can't have heat in here.

So, make yourselves comfortable here.

- Were you seen, Rosa?
- And if so? They weren't wearing stars.

Be careful by the window.

Our neighbor is a Nazi. He's
always watching through binoculars.

We don't have contact with him,
but he knows we're communists.

It's best if he doesn't see you.

- The curtains should be closed, Käthe.
- I forgot. I'm sorry.

- Another glass, Mrs. Gemberg?
- Yes, gladly.

- Call me Rosa.
- We don't need to be formal.

I'm Käthe.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So, here I am again.

So, this should fit the boy
reasonably well.

- A Hitler Youth uniform?
- He can't go out without it.

That would arouse suspicion.

Such a boy needs to get
into the fresh air!

Here, try this.

Wonderful. It fits you.

Will you help me in the garden?
Can you pull weeds?

We'll get you used to it.

Don't put up with crap.
If someone gives you crap, hit back.

- Good shot, right?
- If you weren't aiming at me.

- I could have.
- Tough talker! Back it up.

With this you can even...

Ow! Are you crazy?

Stupid asshole! Man!

Who started it. You or me?

- It was just for fun, you dick.
- Yeah, good fun.

The asshole thinks he's
Max Schmeling!

I have no handkerchief for this.

Here, take mine.

Man oh man,
you're a hot-tempered prig.

- I've never seen you here.
- The situation is mutual.

- And what is your name?
-Max... as in Schmeling.

I could have guessed.

- Where do you serve in Hitler Youth?
- In Köpenick.

A 100-percenter, huh?

My father is a SS Sergeant
at Prinz Albrecht Street (ie. SS HQ).

- Not at central command?
- No free rooms there.

A comedian.

Can I give it back to you,
washed, tomorrow?

No hurry.

- Do you have a name too?
- Rolf Redlich. "Double-R".

Say, have you ever gone
hunting for shrapnel?

- No, where?
- Here, in front of your nose, in the forest.

What for?

Are you from the moon?
It's great for trading!

- Do you want to?
- I don't know.

- You're too cowardly, huh?
- Do I look like it?

- Definitely.
- I can prove you wrong.

Dumbass.
So, are you with me?

Maybe.

- Good. Tomorrow, same time?
- Whatever.

Weren't you ever political, Rosa?

With a sick husband and a small child?

For you in particular
it would have seemed vital.

I had to earn money. Jakob was a
sweet man, but not a businessman.

- I thought that was in your blood?
- That's Nazi propaganda, little sister!

You didn't see what kind of hell hound
we were getting in this Hitler?

It was clear.

You don't understand my situation
and about me, not a thing.

You have a comfortable life here.

We're certainly not communists.

You Jews would stand on the sidelines.
That is the truth.

Käthe, what are you doing now?

- It's true.
- Stop it!

Time for the news.

- Not so loud!
- I still can't tune it.

Look out.

This is England.

An international commission
has established that...

In Germany, in 1939
there were 200.000 Jews...

... and now at least 160.000
have been abducted or killed.

There were 75.000 Jews living in Austria,
and now at most 15.000.

You need to get gloves like these,
otherwise you'll burn your fingers.

There!
Is that a piece of shrapnel?

Not bad for starters.

It's from a 88mm artillery.

- Is it still hot?
- Nah, or you would've heard flak last night.

It has been in the ground a while.

- Here, you can have your first shrapnel.
- Thanks.

- Are you coming in with me?
- No, I have to ask mother.

- Oh, nonsense, you're not a
a little kid anymore! Come on!

This is England...

Dad, are you at home?
I brought a friend.

- How long have you been here?
- Just now.

- And you? Were you eavesdropping?
- Dad, this is my friend, Max Gemberg.

Huh, have you been eavesdropping?

What did you hear in the hallway?

I asked what have you heard?
Can I get an answer?

The English broadcast.

He's crazy. He couldn't have.

How did you know
it was the English broadcast?

I just know.

Heard it at home too?

Tell me!

I'll won't betray anything. Or you.

Hm, and if I don't believe you?

- But you have to.
- I don't have to do nothing, got it?

Is that clear?

- Have you eaten already?
- No, I'm starving.

Then I'll make a few sandwiches.

That went alright.

- Do you live alone with him?
- For quite a while.

And your mother?

She ran off.
He drinks too much sometimes.

He can't handle it at all.

Don't you eat pork?

Sure.

Can you tell me why the Führer
has it in for your people?

Do you know what he's doing
to your people?

- What's he talking about?
- No idea.

And why doesn't he
have to go to war?

He is an engineer.
Important war transportation, you know?

- Before, he was a great-looking man.
- Is he a Nazi?

Just like your father at
Prinz Albrecht Street.

I'd rather leave.

Tell me, are you a Jew?

Be assured we won't say anything.
Dad won't either.

Yeah.

What are you looking at?

Young Hotze. They're in
just as much danger as we are.

- Who?
- Everyone downstairs.

They're risking their lives for us.

- They don't have to.
- No, they don't have to.

To know things are still this
way in this country. It's a wonder.

Boy!

Wake up! Get dressed! Come quickly!
You must get out. I'll wake your mother.

Rosa, get dressed! We have Gestapo
in the house! You must get out fast!

- Max, can you jump?
- Yes, why?

You must jump out the window.

Then from below, show your mother
where she should jump. Quick!

Then go to the end of the garden.
There is a door. We have...

And boy, make no sound,
even if you get hurt! Don't be afraid!

Martchen! Take care.
Take care of yourselves!

- Over here!
- Bye, Martchen! Take care of yourself!

Come quickly!

The door!

Now go!

Duck!

- Mom, did you hurt yourself?
- I landed the wrong way.

- And now where?
- I'm asking the same thing. Come on!

I can't go on with my foot.

- Want to take off the shoe?
- If I did, I couldn't go on.

I was here with Rolf.

Who is Rolf?

The boy with whom I went
hunting for shrapnel.

What? You were running around the forest
with a strange boy looking for shrapnel?

Why didn't you tell me this?
I needed to know this.

I didn't think it was so important.

You thought so? Not important!
Who is this Rolf?

He is a little older than me
and lives alone with his father.

You know the Father? Nice.
Perhaps he's a Nazi or something!

No, surely not.

- "Surely"? What makes you so sure?
- Rolf said he wouldn't betray me.

What does "wouldn't betray you" mean?

He somehow realized
that I'm a Jew.

I'm speechless.

We hide like moles,
cower in strange apartments,...

... so nobody discovers us, and you...
you're running around here with a Nazi.

What mistakes am I making now?

None. Forgive me, please.

None.

- I keep thinking of Hotze.
- I think about Martchen.

Quietly!

Martchen isn't there either.

- Are you in pain?
- Oh pain, hunger, everything.

I'm hungry too.
Where is Lona?

If Hotze was picked up,
Lona is in danger too.

What then?

We stay here and wait.

I don't know where we should go.

I don't know how long
this war will last.

I know nothing more at all.
I'd prefer death.

Mama, don't say such nonsense!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.

I would just like to wash my hands.
Everything sticks to me.

- We're going to the Redlichs tomorrow.
- The Redlichs?

Rolf's father.

- There it is.
- Aha.

Good.

I'll wait here.

Are you crackers?
Why all the noise here?

Get in there!

I wanted to ask, what Rolf is doing?

Off on a career! As a replacement soldier.
Training with the bazooka.

And you?

My mother is by the street.

Your mother?

Then bring her in.

Should I perhaps have a look at you?

Don't worry! I once took
a first aid course.

Oh boy, it's a wonder that you
were still able to walk!

The best thing would be to stick
the whole thing inside a refrigerator.

And do the thing same with me.

Careful.

Skilled hands, if I may say so.

- Oh, stop it.
- Don't be modest!

It would be best to
elevate your leg.

One moment. As high as possible.

Thank you.

I'll make some coffee,
as long as you're here.

- We want to be trouble.
- You're not. Quite the contrary.

Max can look for coffee cups
in the cabinet.

And on the window sill is
some apple juice, if you'd like it.

Unfortunately I don't have milk anymore.
But there must still be some sugar.

Great, right?

Well, I'm anxious that he
might call the Gestapo.

Help yourself, my boy.
You too, Mrs. Gemberg.

The sausage is from Poland.
As real as it gets.

- More coffee?
- Gladly.

Always black gold.

Thank you.

It's possible that your foot
would give you such trouble...

that only cooling would help.

If it's too cold, I'll wrap
the bag in a towel.

- Of course it's better without that.
- Thank you, it's fine.

May I ask why are
you not at home?

We were bombed out.

We're on the road.

Uh-huh.

If you want,
then you can stay here too.

There's enough room.

And, having a woman
in the house wouldn't hurt.

You can see the man's
state of affairs.

Mr. Redlich, we're
not simply just Germans.

I know.

- I know!
- You want us to stay anyway?

We're already working it out, huh?

With the splint, your mother will
walk better than on her healthy foot.

Well, I'll be! Max Schmeling
is apprenticing in handcrafts.

- Man, how did you get here?
- Your father picked me up off the street.

- The Gembergs are living with us now.
- The Gembergs?

Well, Max with his mother.

Your splint, Mr. Redlich,
could be patented.

See how light these are.
Polish goose down.

- Are you often in Poland?
- Earlier I was often there, professionally.

- But now it's in Russian hands.
- Really?

Yes. Soon, dear Germany...
good night!

- Can I help?
- It's all right.

I'll do the same with the other bed.

Hmmm, how that smells!

May I ask what that is?

Pirozhki, stuffed dumplings.
The recipe of a Russian friend.

Pirozhki: sounds almost
as nice as it smells.

Could I please have one more
of the wonderful pirozhkis?

Gladly. But not, lest it
would bad for you.

Thank you.
Please call me Erwin.

"Mr. Redlich" sounds so formal.

I think today I'll eat
until I burst.

It tastes so delicious, right?
- Hmm.

- We're not supposed to be out here.
- Nonsense!

After the all-clear signal everyone
looks for the best pieces.

It has been properly
cleared out here.

I've got something!
It's shining like the...

Ouch! Max! My leg hurts so much!

I have stepped on something.
Help me up!

Not so fast! That hurts!

Your trousers are wet!

Crap! I peed on myself.
Please don't tell Dad anything.

- Man, you're very bloody down there!
- Quick, back home!

Oh! I can't.

I'll lie here and you get Dad.
You run home fast. Go!

I'm not going without you. Give me
your arm and I'll carry you. It's not far.

- I have to lift you higher.
- Aaah! My ass!

- Make it quick!
- I am!

We're almost there.

Mr. Redlich!

What is it?

Mr. Redlich!

Rolf! Rolf!

What happened?
What's wrong with him?

He came upon a grenade.

Rolf! Rolf!

The effort was in vain, son.

I cannot get him
into the house.

I no longer have
the strength for it.

I am to blame.
God has not forgiven me.

No one is to blame,
Mr. Redlich... Erwin.

This is the punishment for my...

...having taken your people
to Poland.

Whole trains full.

All the people with the yellow star.

I didn't want...
Believe me, Rosa, I never wanted for...

But I was a participant.

I witnessed it all...

The selections. The sky
fire-red from the furnaces.

Mr. Redlich.

All were killed.

Women and children.

People like you.

Simply gassed and then into the oven.

- Stop it!

I watched...
and kept silent.

I was too cowardly.

I was too cowardly, Rosa.

Now he takes my son.

You he lets live.

Oh Martchen! You're alive!
You're alive!

I looked for you all over.
There's no word from Lona either.

We were so worried.

What about Käthe and Hotze?

Hotze was abducted.
Käthe was too. I know nothing else.

Look, the boy is already asleep.

Yes, both of you have had a hard time.

I don't want something else
to happen to you.

Hotze was too careless,
always distributing leaflets.

Of course they found out about him.
Such a silly boy!

I'm happy you're back.
It makes me so happy!

Oh, Rosa.

- What happened to you?
- Better not ask.

So, I'll prepare some food.
We're hungry. Should we wake him?

- Let him sleep.
- Very well. I'll be right back.

What's coming now?

It's already getting light.

When the day arrives,
the Americans come.

Those aren't pilots. Those are tanks.

Those are ours or the Russians.

The Russians?

Climb up, to see if
you see something.

- Hey.
- A Russian!

What? Are you sure?

- He had a red star up there.
- Russian?

Now we're back
to being normal people.

Quiet!

"We should open it!"

- How do you know Russian, Rosa?
- Come on, we must go up!

Rosa is dead. Now I'm
Anna again. Anna Degen.

Come on, quickly!

Hurry up, open it!

Get back in!
Where are soldiers hiding?

You're hiding something, we're
ready for it. Where are soldiers?

We are not enemies.
I'm Jewish...

This woman saved us.

She says she was waiting
for us. She's Jewish.

- Where did you learn Russian?
- In a boarding school in Prague.

Escort this woman away.
I want to speak with her alone.

- My friend! She did nothing.
- Keep quiet!

I want to talk with you alone.
Who is this?

- My son.
- Then he can stay.

Leave him here. Go.

Sit down.

Sit down!

- Where did you learn Russian?
- Our family comes from Poland and...

...migrated to Germany
after World War I.

Speak slowly!

Where is your husband?

- My husband is dead.
- Since when?

- For years. He was in a CC.
- In CC?

- CC for Concentration Camp.
- I know!

- You've thought about it a long while.
- You said to speak slowly.

- Why was your husband in the CC?
- He was a Jew.

You're a German and you
have a Jew for a husband?

I'm also a Jew.

- Are you a German boy?
- He was...

I want him to give the answer!

- So, you're a German?
- Yes.

Even though your father is a Jew?

- I'm a German and a Jew.
- You're not a Jew.

Even if your father is a Jew,
you're a long ways from being a Jew.

Show your passport!

- We have no passports.
- Show me your German passports!

I have an old postal ID,
but it's a forgery.

Because you're a spy.
You have no Jewish husband.

You know that all the Jews were killed.

In the case of our people...
forced to dig our own graves.

- And then they killed her!
- Mama!

You are a Jew, yes? That's a lie!

Your mother raised you to lie.

You know very well that Hitler murdered
all the Jews. Yes or no?

Yes.

Then why are you alive?
And your mother?

- We were hiding for two years.
- You're lying!

You are a Jew, right?

Your father is dead, right?

Do you know what you, as a Jew,
must do when your father has died?

Do you know?

- What do you do then?
- I pray.

What do you pray?
What do you pray?

Kaddish.

Then pray!
I want to hear it. Now!

Loudly!

Jit'gadal wejitkadasch
sch'me Rabba...

... b'alma diw'ra chir'ute,
we'jamlich malchutej,...

... be'chajechon uw'jomechon uw'chaje
d' chol beyt Yisroel ba'agala...

... uwisman kariw, w'imru Amen.

... Osse shalom bim'romaw,
hu ja'asse shalom alejnu...

... we'al kol Yisrael we'imru Amen.

I also prayed in that way
for my father.

He had to dig his own grave.

Men, bring them back!

Did they do something to you?

- You helped her hide?
- Yes.

Why?

My sister was a communist
and her husband too.

- Where is your sister?
- Dead.

Ravensbrück concentration camp.

- And her husband?
- How would I know?

I hope he survived.
I don't know. I hope he did.

We'll drink to reconciliation.
Bring the vodka bottles!

Thank you.

To peace!

To victory! To Stalin!

Repeat: "We'll live forever".

- We'll live forever.
- Now drink!

I think I'll be sick from it.

You're a man, so drink!

Are you coming?

This is progressing so rapidly.
Due to the stupid jaundice.

Are you in pain?

It could be worse.

Do you ever think about death?

When I was your age,
I never thought about it.

Maybe that was a mistake.

But speaking honestly...

I wouldn't want to return
to the world again,...

not even as a beetle.

Erna Niehoff and Käthe Hotze died in a
concentration camp. The others survived.

subtitles by SmartyBoy