All language subtitles for The Boys from Brazil.2.ENG

The coffin was drapped
in the American flag.

What are you doing out of bed?

I just came to get a glass
of grapefruit juice.

He's got the flu, also I thought he could
stay home a few days because of it.

This is Jack Curry Jr.

Just Jack Curry, now.

Jack, you bite your tongue.
This is Mr. Lieberman.

A famous man from Vienna
in Austria.

- What's he famous for?
- This is fantastic!

You know you have a double.

A boy who lives in Gladbeck
in Germany, exactly like you.

Exactly like me?

I never saw anything like it.

Two twin brothers could not
be more the same.

Jack, you go up to bed, and
I'll bring you the juice.

- I want to find out about...
- You do what I tell you!

When you start paying the doctor bills,
then you can hang around

and get sick all you want, now just
say goodbye and go.

Jesus Christ!
Goodbye.

You watch your mouth, young man!

It's amazing!

I thought he was this young boy
from Germany

come to visit you.

Even the voice, the look in the eyes.
Exactly.

Look, I don't want to be rude, but as
you can see, I got a lot of things to do.

Look, I'm sure that nobody shot
Big Jack on purpose.

It was a horrible accident.

If you'll excuse me.

Hello, is this the Harrington residence?

Yes, this is the Harrington residence.

Can I talk to your mother, please?

Well, you could, but you can't.

This will only take a moment,
I promise you.

My mother isn't receiving today.

Well, perhaps if you told her that I...

Don't you understand English,
you ass?

We are not at home.

Wilcox had two married daughters.

No, no sons.

The Harringstons, do they have
any children?

What did the boy look like?

Sort of pale, he had straight
dark hair, very dark,

blue eyes.

Yeah, yeah, I'm listening.

Why do you want to know about
the kids all of a sudden?

Listen, Mr. Bennett,

if you want to ask the questions,
you pay for the phone call.

No,

nothing.

No, I haven't found a link.

No, I'm in the dark.

Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow,
I promise.

Coming.

I have to speak to you,
Mr. Lieberman.

Well, come in. I was just coming
to see you.

- Sit down.
- No, I can't stay long.

Jack Jr. doesn't know
where I've gone.

Mr. Lieberman,

my son is the only thing I've got.

- You can't take him away from me.
- I have no intention of...

When you spoke about that boy
in Germany, I got worried.

The lady who gave Jack Jr. to us,
made us swear never to tell anyone.

- Your son's adopted?
- It's just that... she was a German lady.

She was very nice, really.

I was amazed when I read
in the papers,

about all the things you said she did.

Frieda Maloney.

Oh, God!

I knew I should never have come here.

Will you give me your word
that you do not have

any recording device
in your briefcase?

Thank you.

Do you have the depositions?

I have brought one.

The agreement was that you
would provide an advance look

at all the testimonies against
my client.

With particular regard to any scars,
deformities, or disabilities,

suffered by the witnessses.

Here. The deposition is brought
in good faith.

Two others will come if the interview
should prove satisfactory.

You realise how unjust all this is.

Mrs. Maloney has been married
to an American citizen for 27 years.

She has two children,
one grandchild.

I suppose this can be...

corroborated?

By the mother of the child and
three other surviving witnesses.

You will keep the interview brief.

You will discuss only my client's
activities in America

between 1964 and '67.

You will ask nothing about
the charges against her

or about any event that ocurred
during, or directly after the war.

One question of that nature and I will
immediately terminate the interview.

So.

I am to speak to you about my work
with the adoption agency.

- That is correct.
- I don't mind.

What I did may have been
slightly illegal, but,

I brought happiness to so many people
and that's was important, huh?

Now tell me, if you will,

how you came to work
for this agency?

In the spring of 1963 I was contacted
by someone

I knew in the Comrades
Organization.

Who?

Frau Maloney will not answer that.

They helped me after the war

and wanted me to return the favour

by getting a job in an adoption agency.

Did they say why?

If you let me finish,
you'll find out.

The Rush-Gaddis agency hired me.

The Comrades Organization was
interested in rejects.

Couples who had been denied children,
because the husband was too old.

I was to go through the files
looking for applications,

specifically those of families
with Nordic-Christian backgrounds,

in which the husband was born
between 1910 and 1914

and the wife between 1933 and 1937.

The husband had to have a job
in something like civil service

and both spouses had to be
in perfect physical health.

Did they say why they wanted
all this?

That information is not relevant.

I was expected to obey my orders,
not to question them.

This I did.
As I always had.

About a year after that
I was ordered to contact

several of the applicants and
offer them a healthy white baby boy,

complete with New York State
adoption papers.

They were to pay me
five hundred dollars

and after their medical certificates
had been cleared,

they would receive the babies.

We would meet at a motel
near Kennedy Airport,

that used to be Idelwild.

The babies were delivered to me

usually by stewardesses
with Varig Airlines.

Varig?

Did the babies all come from Brazil?

- Is that important to you?
- No.

What did they look like?

They were all beautiful little boys,

black hair, piercing blue eyes.

If you're looking for a long lost Jewish
grandson, he was not among them.

How many couples did you give
the babies to?

About twenty.

Only Americans?

- Some were Canadian.
- No Europeans?

No.

Can you remember a Curry family?

- Curry? Yes.
- Who else?

Wheelock.

Henry Wheelock.

He gave me my dog Schatzie.

Beautiful Doberman.

It was only ten weeks old
when I got him.

Where is Wheelock from?

New Providence, Pennsylvania.

And how long after the Currys,

did the Wheelocks get their baby?

That's fourteen years ago,
I don't remember.

And what has Josef Mengele
to do with all this?

We won't answer that.

It was all a trick, wasn't it?

I know nothing of Mengele,

but you'II link me with him,
won't you?

You want your pound of flesh,
you don't care how yuo get it!

Thirty years!
The world has forgotten!

Nobody cares!

And you persist!
And persist!

Now, why don't you get off my back?

- One more minor question.
- I'll say nothing to you.

As you wish.

This interview has not gone by any
means to my satisfaction

I will therefore withold the other two
depositions we talked about.

You Iying Jewish schwein!

You're not a guard now, Madame!

You are a prisoner!

I may leave here empty-handed,

but you

are not going anywhere.

I think Frau Maloney could answer
one more question.

When is your dog's birthday?

You are an insane old man
after all, aren't you?

Schatzie's birthday? It was
December eleventh.

Have a safe trip, David.

Why...?

Bye, bye.

...Mengele?

That was David, he's off to New
York for his sister's wedding,

but he'll be back in a week.

Mengele...

gives babies,

fourteen years later he kills
the fathers,

he kills Doring, Harrington,
Curry.

And the Currys got their baby
four weeks apart

and the fathers were killed four
weeks apart.

Wheelock.

Malone's dog was born December
eleventh, ten weeks.

I've already worked it out,
February the twentieth.

That's only four days from now!

Wheelock, New Providence,
Pennsylvania.

How can I call Wheelock and tell him

he's going to be killed by the people
who gave him his baby?

That Josef Mengele has already killed
the fathers of at least

two other boys who happen
to be twins?

Who would believe such
a preposterous story?

Herr Doktor, how kind of you to come.

A pleasure to be here.

- Can this be little Elsa?
- Yes! You remember!

Last time I saw you were that
high. You had whooping cough.

No, no.

I'm going to dance with
your beautiful daughter.

Good evening, how are you?

May I present to you
my wife Gertrud?

- My love, Herr Mengele.
- It's such an honour meeting you.

We're here on a little
second honey-moon.

You're supposed to be in Krintianstad,
getting ready to kill Oscarsson.

Traitor!

No!

He betrayed me!

He betrayed you!

He betrayed the Aryan race!

Get a doctor!

I am a doctor, idiot.

Don't you come near him!

Shut up, you ugly bitch!

- I thought you knew...
- Hold still, hold still.

Doktor Mengele.

Could I call you away from surgery
for one moment?

If you'll excuse me.

And why was I not told that,
that man was called back?

- All the men have been recalled.
- Recalled?

They should all be back here
by the end of the week.

But why?

What has happened?

Lieberman visited Frieda Maloney
in prison.

Lieberman again?

Will I be plagued to my dying day
by that infernal Jew?

Maloney told him about the adoptions.

Well, that's not catastrophic,
Seibert.

She only knows about America,
work can still continue in Europe.

The organization doesn't share
your optimism, Herr Doktor.

But all Lieberman has are a few
paltry shreds of information

that he could not possibly
piece together.

Eighteen of your subjects
have died.

That means according to your
figures that we can be sure of one,

perhaps even two successes.

And if my calculations are wrong?

There's only one chance in twenty,
or thirty.

No, Seibert, the men must
go back.

They can't, the operation
has been terminated.

Terminated?

By whose authority?

General Rausch and the Colonels.

I told you.

I told you from the beginning.

Kill him.
Kill him!

It would have been so easy!

It's gone beyond Lieberman,
we don't know who else is involved.

You have betrayed me!

You're all... all a bunch of selfish old
men who've lost your courage.

You only want to bask in the sun
in your old age!

And if your Aryan grandchildren have
to live in a world which is run

by Jews, and Blacks, and Orientals,
and slobs! You could not care less!

Your operation has been cancelled.

No!

Your operation has been cancelled!

Mine continues.

Heil Hitler.

This Mengele was sort of a primitive
geneticist in his ons way, wasn't he?

I understand that he experimented
on human beings.

Twins.

Then he was nothing more
than a sadist really.

A sadis with a M.D. and a Ph. D.

Well, some people would say that's
a perfect definition of a scientist.

What exactly do you mean when
you say the boys you saw

were more than twins?

Not only do they look alike,

buy they were also very alike
in personality.

That is unusual.

Studies show that twins who are
separated at birth

develop totally different personalities.

But these twins, or perhaps
I should say triplets

because I believe that
my associate saw another

were like the same people,

but brought up with different
languages.

It's impossible, of course.

Excuse me doctor, but
what is impossible?

What is impossible, doctor?

Mononuclear reproduction.

Doctor.

Cloning.

What if I were to tell you that
I could take a scraping of skin

from you finger and create
another Ezra Lieberman?

I would tell you not to waste
your time, or my finger.

Anyway, that is cloning.

It was first done with plants.

A cutting taken from a plant
and transplanted

grew to be the exact duplicate
of the donor plant.

Now we are doing the same thing
with laboratory animals.

You mean, you can produce
an animal from itself?

We take the unfertilized egg
off an ovulating female

and destroy all of its genes
and chromosomes.

We then implant the nucleus
of the donor cell

which could be taken from a blood
sample, or even a skin scraping.

That cell with its genetic material
intact,

eventually becomes an embryo
and is born as a living creature.

Without parents?

Well, it has no father because
the egg was never fertilized.

No mother, because its genetic code
comes from another being.

Can you follow that?

And this creature, is an exact
duplicate of itself?

Doctor, how can that be?

Come along.

Ous experiments began with
the simplest of animals,

shrimps and frogs.

Animals in which the female's eggs
are fertilized externally.

Then we moved on to mammals.

We tried several laboratoty animals

and found the rabbit
most convenient.

I had to develop instruments
which could accomplig the operation

and a whole micro-injection system

I'll show you how it's done.

Here we are removing the eggs of
white rabbit from the Fallopian tubes.

Now, you see the egg
under a microscope.

I've brought the point of an ordinary
sewing needle into view

to give an idea of the size.

They are that small?

Most mammal eggs are about
that size.

- Including human eggs?
- Yes.

The next step is to destroy
the egg nucleus

with ultraviolet light.

So that none of its genetic
make-up remains.

Now you see an egg from
a white rabbit

ready to be injected with the blood
cell from a black rabbit donor.

With the injection pipette
one of the blood cells is sucked up

and then injected into the egg.

After a few hours the eggs
in culture divide

and are ready to be put back
into the female.

There, they grow into embryos,

which in a month's time
the normal gestation period,

they will become baby rabbits.

In this instance, a black litter,
from a a white mother

and their black colour proves
that they have been cloned

from the blood cell of a black
rabbit.

But, isn't it difficult to get the egg
back into the female?

Transferring the eggs isn't a problem

we do that all the time
with laboratory animals.

The really tricky part is
the micro-surgery.

Getting the donor cell into the egg.

You're lucky if one in ten survives.

This can be done with humans?

If the surgical technique were
precise enough.

- It's monstrous, doctor!
- Why?

Wouldn't you want to live in a world
full of Mozarts and Picassos?

Of course, it's only a dream.

Not only would you have to reproduce
the genetic code of the donor,

but the environmental background
as well.

Is Mengele trying to reproduce
himself?

No, he has brown eyes, and he comes
from a very wealthy family.

Let's examine the family background
of the donor.

The father is sixty-five years old.

Civil servant.

The mother is forty-two, you say?

She dotes on the child.

Spoils.

The boy is...

pale...

dark hair...

blue eyes.

Spoilt.

Right?

Now, Mengele would certainly know
every social and environmental detail

would have to be reproduced.

Thus, if the parents were divorced
when the boy was ten,

this would have to be arranged.

Doctor Bruckner,

the one who is cloned,

the donor,

- he has to be alive, doesn't he?
- Not necessarily.

Individual cells taken from a donor
can be preserved indefinitely.

With a sample of Mozart's blood
and the women,

someone with the skill
and the equipment,

could breed a few hundred
baby Mozarts.

My God.

If it's really been done,

what I'd give to see one
of those boys.

Herr Lieberman!

Herr Lieberman.

Not Mozart, doctor.

Not Picasso.

Not a genius who would enrich
the world,

but a lonely little boy

with a domineering father,

a customs officer

who was fifty-two when
he was born.

And...

an affectionate doting mother

who was twenty-nine.

The father died at sixty-five

when the boy was nearly fourteen.

Adolf Hitler.

Colonel Seibert.

You Lieberman?

Ja.

Come in.

Okay, boys.

Beautiful dogs.

Tear the throat out of anyone
who even looks cross-eyed at me.

I guess you can see why I didn't
exactly wet my pants

when you said someone
was out to get me.

Yeah.

Take off your coat.

Very impressive.

Yeah.

My son took those pictures.

Very good.

Very good.

A little artsy-fartsy, if you ask me.

- Is your son at home now?
- No, he's in school.

And Mrs. Wheelock,
is she at home?

She's still at work.

So you're the guy who got that
Nazi Eichmann?

I located him.

It was the Israelis who did
the actual kidnapping.

How much did you get for that?

Nothing.

I did it for the satisfaction,
I hate all Nazis.

I don't know about the Nazis.

The Niggers we got to worry about.

Hey, why are these Nazis after me?

Well...

You know, I...

I find it very hard to talk.

Don't worry about them,
they won't bother you

unless you bother me.

I was attacked by... by a dog
when I was a child,

a German shepherd,

and I still feel uncomfortable
with a dog in the room.

Jesus! You're like my neighbour
Wally.

I mean, he won't even walk up
the driveway

unless the dogs are lockep up.

Okay.

Come on, boys, in you go.

There's no other way that
they can come in?

No.

Thank you.

I feel much better.

Hey!

Put your hands up.

What the hell are you up to, anyway?

Is there a basement in this house?

Yeah.

Take me to it.

Do you have any pictures
of your son?

There's an album on the table.

What do you want them for?

Please, do not worry.

I am very anxious to see him
and talk to him.

I am the doctor who delivered him.

Open the door.

Go down the stairs, Mr. Wheelock.

Now, listen, I don't give a doodily-shit
about Jews or Nazis.

Good.

Tell me, please, which way
to Quarryville?

Turn left at the end of the exit,

it's beyond Thirty, take a left, it'll take
you straight into Quarryville.

Thank you.

Quiet, damn you!

Bobby, dear, dear, boy.

Mr. Wheelock.

Mr. Wheelock.

Mr. Wheelock!

Mister...

You.

Herr Lieberman.

Get up, Jew!

Up!

Up!

Yes, I am going to kill you,

but I want you to go to your death
with the knowledge

that all your efforts have gone
for nothing!

I have the money, and
I have the will!

And no one can stop me!

Did you kill Wheelock?

No, he's in the kitchen,
mixing us some cocktails.

Do you know what I saw on the
television in my motel room

at one o'clock this morning?

Films of Hitler.

They are showing films
about the war,

the movement, people are
fascinated,

the time is ripe.

Adolf Hitler is alive.

Tis album is full of pictures of him.

Bobby Wheelock and ninety-three
other boys

are exact genetic duplicates of him.

Bred entirely from his cells.

He allowed me to take half
a litre of his blood

and a cutting of skin from his ribs.

We were in a biblical frame of mind.

On the 23rd of May, 1943,
at the Berghof.

He had denied himself children
because he knew that no son

could flourish in the shadow
of so God-like a father.

But then he heard what was
theoretically possible

that I could create one day not his son
not even a carbon copy,

but another original!

He was thrilled by the idea!

The right Hitler for the right future.

A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980's,
'90's, 2000.

Kill!

Away!

Off!

No more gun.

Holy shit!

Bobby.

Bobby.

My dear, dear boy.

You cannot possibly imagine
how happy I am,

how joyous I am, to see you standing
there so fine, strong and handsome.

Call these dogs off, Bobby,
call the dogs off, please.

I'm an old friend of the family.

In fact I'm the doctor
who delivered you.

And I stopped by, having just
returned from abroad,

and he let me in.

And then he pulled out a gun,

fortunately I was able
to overpower him.

Now call them off, Bobby,
call them off, please.

Cut!

Cut, how clever.

I said, 'off', and I said, 'away' and
I said 'no gun, no more gun'.

- Then you had the gun.
- No, he had, he...

They're trained to attack
anyone carrying a gun.

- They were locked up and let them out.
- The dogs are never locked up.

Bobby.

- My dear, dear...
- Action!

Cut.
Cut!

They won't listen to you.

Bobby.

That man is your enemy,
don't listen to him, I beg of you.

Call the police.

Yeah.

By all means, do so, Bobby,

but first there are some things
about yourself you must know.

What do you mean?

If I prove to you that I know you
better than anyone in the world,

better even than your own mother,
will you listen to me?

You are a clever boy.

Are you not?

You do not do well in school,
that is because you are too clever.

Too busy thinking your own thoughts,

but you are much smarter than
your teachers, eh?

My teachers are nowhere.

You are going to be the world's
greatest photographer, are you not?

Have you ever felt superior
to those around you?

Like a prince among peasants?

I feel different from everyone
sometimes.

You are infinitely different.

Infinitely superior.

You were born of the noblest blood
in the world.

You have it within you
to fulfil ambitions

a thousand times greater than
those of which you presently dream.

And you shall fulfil them, Bobby.

You shall.

You are the living duplicate
of the greatest man

in history.

Adolf Hitler.

Oh, man, you're weird.

Bobby, I'm telling you the truth.

- Find your father.
- What?

He killed your father.

Bobby, listen to me.

It was this vicious Jew,
your sworn enemy.

He killed your father, and he came
here to kill you.

Bobby.

Let me protect you.

All your power will burst forth
when the time comes.

When you grow older

and you see the world engulfed
by human garbage.

When you feel this urge rising within
you to save your own Aryan folk

from extintion.

Then you will rejoice
in your heritage

and bless me for creating you.

Bobby!

You must understand!
Your parents are of no importance!

They were chosen for you!

Now that they have served
their purpose

they must disappear from your life!

Bobby!

Bobby!

You freaked-out maniac!

Bite!

Bobby!

Holy shit!

Cut.

Cut!

Cut!

Hey, man!

Get out of here!

Out.

I think you'll die if I don't call
an ambulance for you.

I could just go out right now,

my mum won't be home until late.

You'll be dead by then.

If I call the police, will you tell
them what I did?

Okay.

Shake.

Come on, shake.

Okay, you got a deal.

I'd like an ambulance and a police
car to the Wheelock residence

on Old Buck Road, please.

Hey, man, this is an emergency.

A heavy duty emergency.

David.

What a surprise.

Which one of the assassins
was it, Mr. Lieberman?

I thought you went to a wedding.

No more deception now.

No more blind alleys.

All right.

It was Mengele.

He's dead.

It's over.

The Doring boy ins't dead yet.

Neither is Simon Harrington, nor
Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock.

It took a little time, a little
back tracking,

a visit to Dr. Bruckner.

But now we know...

everything.

And what are you going
to do about it?

Kill the boys.

Brilliant man that Mengele.

I suppose he had all 94 of those
names and addresses memorized.

Now, you are trying to fool me.

You have been searching the room.

- He must've had a list.
- He did, now I have it.

Give it to me.

Why?

We have the right and
we have the duty.

To do what?
Kill children?

Give me that list.

You'll have to take it from me.

And when you do you can add
my name to the list.

I don't mean you any harm.

You'll have to kill me, David.

The first of those boys
that you touch,

I will turn you and your entire
organization over to the police.

I swear I'll do that.

You would protect Hitler?

No.

Not... not slaughter the innocnet,
and neither will you.

A fanatic you may be, but a murderer
of young children you are not.

You know, there is a nurse here,

an angel of mercy called
Miss Hanrahan,

who actually gives me cigarettes.

You know, what she said to me
the other day?

She said, 'Mr. Lieberman, if you can
escape Buchenwald

and you can escape those bullets,
then a few cigarettes will not hurt you. '

Wasn't that a nice thing to say?

Mad.