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I proclaim, (Adolf Hitler's voice)

henceforth for this country,

its new mission.

It answers to the call

that once gathered German settlers here

from all the districs of the Altreich .

The oldest Eastern Mark of the German people

shall henceforth be

the youngest bastion of the German nation

and therefore of the German Reich.

"National Newspaper"

"National Newspaper" The Fuhrer in liberated Vienna

(in distinctive Berlin accent) Lads, look at this.

Good day.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler, fellow!

A Bock sausage.

"Bock"?

Erm, do you maybe mean "Knack"?

No, "Bock"!

He probably wants a fried sausage!

Don't you, fellow?

- No! - You know what?

just have some "Leberkas", it'll just be finished, fresh.

Ah.

Ah, hot.

(in Viennese accent) Please, a wee bit of patience, yes?

"Weebit"

"Leberkas"

I could laugh my bum off about you Austrians.

"East Markians", please,

because the Fuhrer has brought us home into the Reich.

Well what's so funny about that?

They told us that we would have to fight for every inch of ground.

Wrong.

I've never been kissed so much!

And also, I haven't heard as much "Heil Hitler" as here.

Well then, how do people greet in Berlin?

Well.

"Good day" !

Good day!

Good day!

Karli, this gentleman from Berlin...

...would like to have some fresh "Leberkas".

On my tab!

Because, he liberated us.

Ah really?

What did he liberate us from then?

Well if only I knew!

How come you're so generous, Herr Schebesta?

Your glass shop is going like my grandfather's clock!

And how does it go?

Not at all, mostly.

No! Don't forget to weigh.

But why? He's not paying.

Not because you liberated us, but because I like you.

Thank you!

The glass shop!

No need to worry there, Herr Bockerer.

Some golden times await us!

Hansi !

Go carry the Leberkas over to the Miss Counsellor.

You'll have to do that yourself now!

What?

I have to what?

I have to nothing.

But Hansi.

You're with the SA.

Yes.

With the SA.

Have been for a while, just so you know!

And now I'm leaving.

For duty.

Heil Hitler.

Why so early? It's only afternoon.

'Cause Hitler is here.

What?

Here in the Café Toska?

Idiot.

I have to talk to you.

Erich ,

Yesterday we were reported because you showed a Jew.

A Jew?

Me?

But what?

"Orpheus in the Underworld".

How should he know that Orpheus was a Jew?

Mind your own business.

Erich.

Next time you play some Jewish pulp,

just change it a little, eh?

Then, when someone complains

you can say you've arianzed it.

And what's more, there is no more French champagne, understood?

Aww, pity.

Just the one I liked so much.

Idiot.

Of course we serve the same nasty cabbagewater as before,

but now it is called "German Sparkle", understood?

Yes. And...

...the rest stays the same?

What, rest?

Well, the...

...or does the German woman not do that, either?

My dear.

Even our beloved Fuhrer won't change anything about that.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler, Hatzinger.

Yeah, err, well, al-

likewise, Constable, likewise!

Ah, Thursday! Tarock game night with Bockerer, eh?

Yes. Why? Why so?

Still?

Fourteen days after liberation?

But yes why? It- is-

Tarock games aren't forbidden now, are they?

No regulations in regards to this,

however, the question is...

...with whom...

...you play.

Herr Hatzinger.

Heil Hitler.

Karli ?

Have you already put the Fuhrer's head in the shop window?

For what?

We already have the pig's head there,

why would we need the Fuhrer's head?

Listen, this is Rosenblatt, go open up for him, will you?

I don't think that Rosenblatt will show up for today's Tarock game.

What does that mean?

You think Mr. Lawyer won't put up with us any more?

Then let him quit!

After all, he did put me in hell's kitchen last week.

4 Schilling 36 Groschen he took from me.

For that money, I'll get a new Tarock partner.

You'll have to, actually.

I have to what? I have to nothing.

Think about the Nuremberg Laws.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We are still in Garber Street, and not in Nuremberg.

Come on, open the door for Rosenblatt.

To a Jew...

...not.

Heil- Ah-

Hello, Karl.

- Ah it's you! - Yeah.

- Well, late! - Ah yeah.

- Cause Rosenblatt isn't here yet, either! - Ouch. Oh really?

Would be better if he didn't come at all.

What now? Why? Better for who?

For us.

And for him.

Damn Jews.

You dirty Jews. Away with you!

Go to America! Piss off to America!

Congratulations, Mr. Rosenblatt.

You're the last in today's quota.

How do you say that?

"Einwanderungsquote".

Exactly. And these poor people...

I'm sorry folks.

We open again tomorrow morning.

We'll wait.

Look, Karl. The Nuremberg Laws direct that...

...to Aryans it is not permitted to associate...

...with racially foreign elements.

Aha. And that is why...

...Rosenblatt won't come to play Tarock anymore.

That is why! Exactly, that is why.

Come on man, I'd be damned.

A person who has been coming to our house for five years...

...every Thursday, to play cards...

...suddenly cannot come because we are racially foreign elements.

What is that supposed to mean, anyways?

Since when am I an element at all?

But you are not a racially foreign element.

That's Rosenblatt ! Full-blooded Jew.

Yes. From association with whom the Nuremberg Laws protect us. You see?

Come on, come on, I don't need any Nuremberg Law...

...to protect me from Rosenblatt, right?

He'll have to explain that law to me first!

'Cause he knows his way around criminal law, he has it...

...in his pinkie finger, he does!

He knows the Corpus Delicti by heart, from back to front.

'Nuremberg' this, 'Nuremberg' that,

'Jew' this, 'Jew' that!

As long as Rosenblatt is a Aryan, I -- as a racially foreign element -- ...

...feel honored to be beaten by him at Tarock.

M'lady, Frau Bienerl .

Herr von Hatzinger.

- Servus Herr Bockerer. - Servus, Servus Herr Doctor.

Come, sit down quickly, I already shuffled, let's start.

What's up, you two?

Or can one, perhaps, already see the saddening news...

...written on my face?

What is- what-, what's saddening?

Herr von Bockerer,

It will be the last time today that you shall say

"Your hand, Herr Rosenblatt".

See, this is my very last game of Tarock in this welcoming home.

Eh? What did I say?

What you said, what- Yes but...

...why so, Herr Doktor?

Therefore!

This, my esteemed gentlepeople...

...is an American visa.

Which enables me to switch my beloved homeland...

...or rather "the equalized Gau Ostmark"...

...for the Land of the Free.

Ah. And to that, we'll toast.

Well, as long as you're here, Herr Doktor,

See, I have a question, regarding the Aryan proof,

just a moment, please.

She wants what ?

I believe she said... Aryan proof.

Ah so?

You also have one, Hatzinger?

And you, Herr Doktor?

I don't need one.

Then what does Bienerl need one for?

Nuremberg Laws.

Dear friend.

Your heritage is pure, Karli .

So now I'm a Nuremberger!

And Hansi's, too, of course.

Just, look, there, Herr Doktor, here.

At my grandfather, on my mother's side,

from Ober-Hollerbrunn. Do you notice anything here?

Vladimir Nepomuk Krč.

If I had known that your grandfather's name is Krč, oh boy.

Oh, shut up, Karli.

Here! Here after the word "baptised".

Mhm. That's a question mark.

What? He's even got a question mark?

What is the meaning of this, Herr Doktor ?

That could mean, is he baptized at all, or if not,

was there any particular reason not to baptize him.

You- you see...

Our old monarchy was a melting pot of peoples and nations,

and so, from the East,

many years ago, 'gipsies' came to settle.

But not only! But also Kalmucks, Huzuls,...

So, a Zulu villager from Ober-Hollabrunn.

Well, but that's madness!

I won't be turned into a Negro by this!

Who knows if this question mark is actually right!

What do you think, Herr Hatzinger?

That could also be a figure-eight, with a dot.

Maybe he was't baptized until he was eight.

Or eight times. That Ober-Hollerbrunnian Negro.

I don't care either way, just as I wouldn't if he was a Jew.

Jesus!

Jesus, that was also a Jew.

Congratulations to you, Herr Doctor, for not needing Aryan proof.

But she has a grandfather called Krč !

There, take your papers.

Well then let's go.

Your hand, Herr Rosenblatt.

Since Fanni is with these maid scouts-

"B.D.M.", Bund Deutscher Mädchen", mama. (Leage of German Girls)

Disgusting. Anyway she serves those scout maids more...

...than she is an actual housemaid here.

If your father could see this.

Well, times do change.

The big ashtray is for the General.

I feel like you changed, too, Sisi.

Me, why?

Oh dear, already that late.

And your nice young man with the "Leberkäs" still isn't here.

My nice young man won't come.

Well why not?

Well, times do have changed, mama.

Again!

Move, will you!

You lot!

Working is just hard for you!

You (some unintelligible insult)!

Serves you right!, you swine Jew you.

What- what- what's going on here?

The Jews mutilated our beautiful Vienna.

Yah, and Vienna is a pearl,

our Fuhrer said.

So they should cleanse it again too, that pearl.

That's true. That is- bravo! Bravo.

Hannes ! Looks like somone is lazing around.

Let him fetch.

Well, fetch.

Come on, fetch it, you.

You don't want to obey? Come!

Fetch. That's right.

You dog, you. Come on.

All right, and now... Come on.

Heel, come on. Heel. Good boy.

Come on, bit faster. Doggie. Come, yes.

Be a good doggie, yes.

Good. Come, come here heel.

Yes you doggie. Good doggie.

What lovely doggie we have here.

Yes, all right.

Ah I know that one!

That's Gerstenberger of the People's Theater.

He always uses to make me laugh.

- He's good! - Yeah, you like him?

- Yeah! - You can help him clean then.

- Me? Excuse me please, why me? - You seem suspicious to me.

- Why? - What is in that parcel, anyway?

Nothing. I- I mean- my...dead cat.

- And you're taking it for a walk? - No. I'd like to bury it, in the park.

This park was gifted to the People by the Fuhrer.

It's not a cat cemetary.

- Good day. - Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

That was top-notch, Hannes. Outstanding.

All right, we're finished.

The swine Jews in rows of two to the meat hall.

- Come on. - But why? They aren't...

...done yet with their chore.

I know something even more fun.

Turn! March!

Go!

What's going on here this time?

Well thank god that there is something going on now!

The tram on Ring Street is out of order, too!

- Cause of some stupid march. - You, don't you make no comment.

Listen, I comment when I please! Hallo, Mister, are you sick?

- No, no. - Has someone done you harm?

Come here.

Nobody has done me any harm.

- Stand up. - Well won't you look at that.

- Alright. The hat. - A Jew-minion.

Well someone should report this. Constable! Hallo! Come quick!

Should I call an ambulance, Mister?

No! Please don't.

What's this congregation?

Mr.- Mr. Constable, something happened to this man.

Ah? Namely?

Nothing happened to me.

- Right. - Nothing.

Then why are you causing public disturbance?

What i- Me?

Disperse, please. Or I'll have to arrest you.

Me you want- But the gentleman, he-

What gentleman? Right.

I have to beg your pardon today, gentlemen.

But the meatman stood me up today.

Well well, big times do always bring ménage problems.

You think of these as big times, General?

Well, at least that's what the newspaper says, Baroness.

Well. Big isn't always bound to be comfortable.

Well, I would say 'big' is in fact never comfortable.

Let's hope this is finally the "Leberkäs".

Well good day Ms. Lieserl.

Excuse me- "Elisabeth".

Why so formal? Just because I-

But Herr Bockerer. How can you leave me hanging like this?

Excuse me, madam, but there was this march, I didn't get through.

Oh it's fine. Let me take this. Come, Sisi, help me.

- Just because...? - Pardon?

- Well you said "just because". - Well...

Because, you know, it's over with Hansi.

Oh.

Well. I already figured something like that.

You know, the daughter of a Counsellor and the boy of a meatman.

Incorrect, Herr Bockerer. If you think that bothered me.

Well, then why did you break it up?

I didn't.

Now I'm confused.

You know what, Ms. Elisabeth, it will be best if we have a talk, hm?

Maybe next week, when I bring the Leberkäs ? Over, at the coffee house?

Down there, Swine-Jews!

Lick it up! Lick it all up!

Blood from those sweet little piggies.

Not kosher, unfortunately, eh?

But next time we'll get you some Matzo at least.

Matzo-eaters.

Matzo-shitters.

Damn Jews. Lick!

Well, wasn't I right?

That's some great fun, isn't it?

Was a good idea of you.

Hansi.

When I see blood, it makes me...

There there, you can rely on me,

I have the best connections.

Herr Schebesta, I have heard that the Mosaical...

I- Israeli- I- Israe-... I mean the Jews...

...th- that they can't leave.

But you can leave, and with your wife, and sooner than you think!

As true as my name is Schebesta!

And- And what must I do?

Nothing. Just...

- Sell as much as you can. - Yes.

Money in an envelope, jewellery in a small box,

so to speak, ready to take, right?

The rest is taken care of by Schebesta.

H- Herr Schebesta, I- I don't know how I can thank you.

Oh come on, all it takes is a little human decency, espiecially...

...with such an old customer like you, Herr Blau. Heil Hitler!

But- Jesus, Herr Doktor,

what gives, are you with Street Cleaning?

I, as a Jew? Are you meshugge?

Well, then why would you need that crap there?

Precautionary measure, Herr Bockerer.

I won't be...

...ordered by an SA-man to clean, cause everyone thinks I'm already cleaning.

And now, like this, you can go everywhere?

- Yes, but not for long, Herr Bockerer. - Well, but why?

I was just at the Belgian consulate and got me my transit visa.

With the broom and the bucket?

25ᵗʰ, 20:13, Western Train Station.

Then I shall say farewell, my dear country of home.

Well Jesus, now you really want to leave, Doctor?

Have to, Herr Bockerer. Have to.

Have to. Well, I also have to go bring my Leberkas.

Alright then. Servus, Herr Doctor.

Better not.

But I know you mean well.

Well, good day, Elisabeth.

- I am a little late. - Don't worry.

See, I met an old pal, you know?

Hansi also often came late. Probably takes after his father.

Yes

Ah, you know, us Bockerers are a little slow.

But he was quick to be with the Nazis.

What shall it be, Sir?

Yes please,

Cup Gold, yes?

Cup Gold, yes? Of course.

Did you know he was with...

...the Illegals?

He sometimes make some dark insinuations.

And stupid cow that I am,

I thought he meant another forbidden party.

Oh I see.

You mean the Socis.

I would have liked that better.

Yes. Me too.

But sadly he is with them.

May I light myself a cigarette?

Was this the reason you split up?

We didn't even have time to politicize.

We had each other very...

I had him very dear.

Good grief.

I wanna know what got into that stupid boy,

Even now he's grown up, I wanna

give him a...

Alas, I need head home.

Geez, the Leberkäs !

And I have something for you, too.

For me?

A new Hansi.

Since yours flew away.

But...

Ms. Elisabeth, how do I deserve th-

Well think, won't you.

The day after tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow?

But what's after tomorrow?

Come on mum, hurry,

I have to be at the meeting for the deployment.

Jesus! My badge.

Ah, they'll know without that tin cap...

...that you're in the NS Woman's League.

Do you think pa will notice that I'm gone?

I don't give a shit what he notices.

Geez.

What now?

The flowers.

What the hell, flowers?

The flowers! that I'm supposed to

give to the Gauleiter.

Oh he- he gets enough flowers today,

come on.

Hey, Bienerl, get u-

But Bienerl -

Is she up already?

Well, let's get up.

Oh boy.

Oh boy.

She out there already?

Bienerl?

Maybe she's in the kitchen.

But Bienerl.

Where is she now?

Why is- she had the calender-

April 20ᵗʰ...

What was there...

There is something!

Aw Jesus. I'm an idiot.

It's my birthday!

Oh Bienerl !

She brought me flowers, oh!

Eh, Hansi?

You also wishing me a happy birthday?

Jeez. Now I know what Elisabeth meant.

"Day after tomorrow", she said.

There, there, Herr Bockerer!

You're not gonna open your shop today, are you?

- Well, why not? - On a festive day like this?

Oh. Look, dear Mr. Constable,

you know, in all seriousness,

I'm really very touched

that you, as the local Constable, say this-

It is my duty.

Look, my dear Mister.

Festive day this, festive day that.

Right? Let me tell you, frankly,

I don't attach value to it, right? I open.

You will have to attach value to it.

What will I have to?

Keep your shop closed.

Have to. Regulations.

Wait, excuse me please, I apologize,

but I just woke up, okay,

I keep hearing "regulations".

Don't play smart with me.

Mind you, we are talking about the birthday!

And on my birthday I do what I like!

On yours, yes, but...

And today it is my birthday! Or whose else?

Today is the birthday of our Fuhrer and Reich Chancellor.

And therefore, as per official decree,

shops and businesses must stay closed.

A day like this you circle red in your calendar.

I see.

And I thought it was my birthday that she circled red.

I advise you to spend this festive day...

...celebrating.

I won't celebrate shit!

If they give no damn about my birthday,

I won't give one about that Schicklgruber's!

You know where I'll stick the Fuhrer and Reich Chancellor?

You're lucky that I don't.

And that I had my back turned on you.

Because if you say that to my face,

I'd have to arrest you then and there.

Heil Hitler.

Are you the caretaker?

No.

I'm an idiot who thought he had a family!

Let's go, let's go, gentlemen.

But cautious, no commotion please.

Up on the 1ˢᵗ floor is where Blau lives.

Yeah, yeah.

Got it, Hansi?

He takes everything away, the Herr Fuhrer.

The boy. The wife.

Even the birthday.

Ah, that's a fine birthday.

Only the closest family members.

Can't get any closer, actually.

Cheers, Karli.

I take everything back, Hansi!

That's why the boy and Bienerl

left so early.

Because of the birthday surprise!

Because of the birthday surprise!

Well!

Isn't this a birthday surprise?

Yeah, they keep coming today.

Are you excited, Karli?

Incredibly.

Congratulations.

Come on inside.

If you'd just...

...sign this please.

- What is that? - Nothing. A declaration...

...that everything you leave here

...shall be mine.

Why?

Well, you're not going to need it, are you?

It's fine, Lydia, see.

With Herr Schebesta being so nice...

...to organize for us to get out.

We will get out, won't we?

You'll be amazed!

Sign only!

Karli, now we toast to your year.

What number?

1889.

Oh darn. Nope.

I would rather...

...toast to this year.

What's wrong with my year then?

Th- It i- It is not only your year after all.

It's also...his.

Now, this is getting a little annoying.

Now he's nosing around birth years, too!

- That obtrusive person. - Pst, Karli, look.

Back that day, you, see...

several Austrians were born in...

...Vienna...in...Braunau...

a- and in Stinkenbrrunn!

- What, in Stinkenbrunn too? - Mhm.

The one from Braunau is enough!

Driving the whole world insane.

Everyone going potty.

Not long until I will go potty too.

Speaking of potty.

Be right back.

And now, please, the money,

and the jewellery.

But- why?

Oh, you won't need those either, you see?

Well, go on!

I know nothing!

Is that so?

Didn't I tell you to prepare something?

Ready to hand, as they say?

There is no money.

And no jewellery.

Do it, Sow-Jew.

Come on.

Careful with my furniture, companion.

Look, Hatzinger.

I am just a very ordinary meatman.

My respect, Karli.

But I tell you one thing, a nose...

...this I have.

Certainly you have a nose.

And now I'll tell you something.

In the morning, when I drive out to the slaughterhouse,

right?,

Already at Rennweg .

Where there is no animal slaughter house for miles around, right?

- What "already"? - Already at Rennweg...

...I can smell the blood.

And now I'm telling you, Hatzinger,

As we are, each and every one of us.

We have...

...arrived at Rennweg.

Wai- wait a minute, Karli.

I don't understand what you mean.

I smell blood.

You-

You said we would get away.

So? Are you not going?

- Where? - Maybe to Davos.

"Thus looks St. Stephen's".

♪ Thus looks St. Stephen's ♪

♪ smiling down upon us ♪

♪ And It thinks to Itself silently ♪

♪ The proud cathedral ♪

♪ This is my Vienna ♪

♪ City of Songs ♪

Give it up, Karl. They are stronger.

Only louder!

Get out.

Attention! Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

- Excuse me. - Looking for something?

Yes, I'm looking for the platform...

...where the Arlberg-train leaves at 20:13.

You mean...the Emigrant-Express.

Platform 1.

Thank you, sir.

- But hello Hermann! - Hello, Karl.

- Better not, I'm a little... - How nice to run into you!

- ...dirty. - Oh, come on!

Oh boy, it's been ages that we haven't seen each other.

Yeah, there are many who don't meet any more.

Well- ah you mean....

You won't see that with me.

Right? Say,

do you still go up to the Kahlenberg village

to the tavern, what's its name,

- To Pfeifer? - Zum Pfeifer!

On Thursdays, usually, after five, see?

- I come up there... - You come, yes?

...and we'll have a glass.

I'll have to move on now. Bye-bye!

- Bye, take care. - Hermann, take care.

Rosenblatt !

But- Rosenblatt.

Oh but Herr Bockerer, you came.

Well, that is only a coincidence.

Yes yes, I understand.

Oh, Herr Bockerer, now a bottle of wine,

and you say,

"Your hand, Herr Rosenblatt".

And you call the last score and win it.

Arlberg-Express, departure 20:13

is departing from platform 1.

I'm afraid I have to say good-bye, I...

...don't know how I can repay you.

Oh, come on, there's nothing to repay.

Doesn't look much, but.

It's from the heart.

Rosenblatt ! You better write !

- Family? - What?

Jew?

What's with the questions, family, Jew, eh?

Because you called with fervor-

What? You call me server?

You shouted the name "Rosenblatt".

- So? - The Jewish name "Rosenblatt".

Well, it's a beautiful name, man!

See, the Fuhrer has a friend who is called Rosenberg,

now I'm asking you what difference is that?

"Blatt" and "Berg", huh?

Is "Berg" aryan and "Blatt" jewish, huh?

Do you know "My Struggle"?

Your struggle?

I don't even know you, how should I know your struggle?

Don't make stupid jokes now, I'm talking

about the oevre which the Fuhrer wrote,

during his detainment.

Oh yeah?

He writes, too, then?

I thought he is a talker.

What's your name?

Bockerer, Karl. And you?

Pfalzner, why?

Why. When you ask me my name,

you'll have to introduce yourself too.

And anyway, man,

Your name I wouldn't even shout.

"Pfalzner".

Feels like I'm knocking my own teeth out!

Have a nice day.

Leave him.

Leave him.

This is an undescribable idiot.

You've got to hand it to this Hitler.

Outstanding.

Gee.

To send us the Bavarian aiding trek.

With Goulash-cannons.

Even though there is still more food than in Germany.

Yes. Yeah.

Only, well...

For instance this... this...

This whatsit- this this working thing,

that is well a beneficial affair.

Get the unemployed away from the streets.

Oh, and the compulsory military draft,

applied rigorously.

Hat off to that!

It almost sounds like you esteemed this atrocious wretch.

Oh goodness, my dear, but...

...but these Reds, at least he cleared them off the stage.

Right?

Thank you.

What's up in there?

I took it down, to camouflage.

I think they are looking for something.

All the time some SA people come up here.

- Then I'll stay out here. - It's better.

Come on, catch up, you slacker.

We are expected.

Oh you have an appointment?

But then...I don't want to disturb you, see?

Yeah, yeah. Don't be silly.

It's just ol' Hermann.

Hermann?

Well- you- uhm- I'm cold outside.

You know, my rheumatism.

I'll just sit inside.

- Yeah yeah. - I beg your pardon.

- Go sit inside. You go inside. - See you.

Hermann, hello!

- Hermann! - Solidarity.

A triple horray to the Munich Agreement.

Hip-hip, horray. Hip-hip, horray. Hip-hip, horray.

Eh, just what we needed, those, eh?

Mh.

I'm happy that you also realized that something needs be done.

Well, what is there to do, eh?

If the whole world isn't doing anything.

Look, this... Daladier, and the Chamberlain, right,

and makes a Munich Peace Treaty with the Germans and the Italians...

...before there is even a war. Now what should I do here, eh?

If noone does anything, nothing will ever change.

Well we didn't call them! They didn't have to come!

- Shh! - Hip-hip, horray!

Only complaining is no use.

Many complain.

But what else is there to do?

My whole family put themselves up against me.

I'm all alone.

That's not true at all, Karl!

You aren't alone.

There are hundreds.

Thousands like you.

They just gotta...

...just find together.

Just stop it now.

The world will end before the Viennese find together.

But it must not end, Karl!

We need to be able to sit here again.

A glass of wine.

Looking down at the Danube.

Without those... on your neck.

And that's why everyone ...

...every single one needs to take a risk.

You see?

Everything.

If need be...

...life.

I see.

- You know what I'll risk right now? - Mh?

Getting some wine,

because all that talking makes me thirsty.

♪ "...no sign of coziness and cheer..." ♪

♪ "wherever you look, all you see" ♪

♪ "alien faces, other folk" ♪

♪ "fare you well, you oldest times " ♪

(Berlin accent) Constantly about love,

Typical Viennese sweet stuff, unbearable, that!

Nothing but old times.

What do you say, do we "grind a salamander"?

We need beer for that.

There isn't even beer in this dump.

If you want to grind something, we have some horseradish. Right?

Exactly.

What'd he say?

You're only good for grinding horseradish.

Oh, Hatzinger, join us outside,

- ...it's not even cold. - Please, Karl, leave me inside,

look, my rheumatism is flaring up.

Ah, ouch.

Shall we show those lame Ostmarkians a real song?

One, two, three, four.

♪ (They sing a German student song) ♪

Those "salamander grinders" drive me insane in there.

Cheers, Hermann.

Smells mighty rotten in that old closet!

"Where it reeks, you may as well settle, old socks will continue to stink".

What is that body of water down there?

A kind of "Krumme Lanke" (lake in Berlin).

My dear mister Altreich, see here it is not a Lacke (puddle).

It is a river.

Do you understand?

The Danube!

An Austrian river.

Nonsense, originates in Schwarzwald,

clearly a German river!

But see, what is it up there?

A ditch for children to bathe their toes.

But what is it here?

A river that leads across the countries, eh?

Trabrennplatz, Krieau, Gänsehäufel, Pressburg

Over and down into the Black Sea

into the Asian realm, where the Turks are.

You see? That is your "puddle".

"Across the countries"?

Hogwash, Volksgenosse .

Those countries will soon all be one! Ours!

Ever heard of the Drive to the East ?

You have a Drive?

You just celebreated a "Peace" treaty.

The thousand-year Munich peace!

Don't kick me, Hermann, I know what I'm talking about.

They have a Drive, man!

When someone has a Drive, they start to expand!

East, west, All the same to them!

Now i have to drive to the loo.

Fellow, what foreign views do I hear?

Sounds like your doubting the Fuhrer's political genius?

Such a dirty pig.

Hey, watch it!

Hey, in Austria we have outhouses!

- What's that? - How dare you speak about the Fuhrer?

Don't you touch me, you son of a dog,

I'm gonna make ground beef out of-

Help! I'm being mugged! Help! I'm being robbed!

Help!

You dirty...I'll lay you down!

Don't move! Hands up!

Hulicke, Berliner.

This is a communist mugging.

Stop, hands up!

Against the wall!

No worries, fellow party member, we've been eyeing them for a while now.

Turn around!

Bring the wounded inside.

I insist, this is communist vermin!

An example must be made!

We are going to make a clean protocol.

And you watch those Red bastards.

You -

You have -

You hit your own father?

Well I just did my duty.

Duty -

Manslayer, you.

You manslayer!

And who inflicted violence upon you?

The one with the, erm, horseradish.

Who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

We're gonna find out who that is.

That one over there knows him.

You know that gentleman out there?

Er -

Seen him around. Please.

And what's the name of this acquantaince?

Karl.

And what else?

Bock-

Bockerer.

Come, dad, get lost.

Don't touch me, let go!

And him? He? Stays.

What, you wanna arrest uncle Hermann? Then I'll stay too!

As communist vermin, right?

Mr. SA!

Get lost, come on, both of you, quick!

Hermann, come on!

- What's going on?

- They bailed! That scum.

You don't say.

How can that happen, to a top-notch squad leader like you?

Or did you maybe know those persons?

I know no communists.

But you'd know your father, wouldn't you?

And who is the other?

Hermann is his name.

A railwayman.

Here's a good boy.

Come. Let's go for a drink.

What's with those silly worries, boy?

That Hermann has been on our list for ages.

He went into hiding, but we catch everyone, sooner or later.

Take a seat.

- No, I'm leaving. - There, there.

Yes, I am on duty.

And why are you still on duty?

Because I didn't report that you let two suspects run.

- Me? I didn't- - Yes, you, that's right, yes.

Take a seat.

Two elderly men escape you. You miss the shot.

A trained sniper.

If I don't cover for you, you're in prison, boy.

So be smart and stay.

No, I leave.

What a nice surprise for your father.

Good day.

You wanted to speak to me?

Could we do this quickly, 'cause my shop is full of customers.

Then greet properly, first.

Beg your pardon?

You shall raise the right hand to the German greeting!

- That is impossible. - What?

You see, it is, as you might say, a thing of utter impossibility,

here you are,

- And what's with this note? - Yes, it's from the medical office.

Because I have a hematoma in the right biceps.

Look!

That's all I can do, see?

I can't even treat the meat in the shop, so, German greeting I can't quite do.

- Nonsense! - Well look, with left, no problem.

But how does that look? Heil Hitler, left-handed?

You'd think I'm taking you for a ride.

Say, do you even know where you are?

- Well. - At the Gestapo.

Secret State Police.

The Gestapo.

Yes of course, I know that, because people are talking about it, no?

But quietly. After all it's secret,

as the name indicates.

Sit down.

You only speak when I ask you something, understood?

Was that a question now or not?

Who is the man with whom you were in the Pfeiffer wine tavern?

Oh boy, well there were- there were a lot of men. You see?

Mainy there were Piefke up there-

I mean, er...

gentlemen from the Altreich. very gentle men from the Altr-

I'm talking about the man with whom you were on the terrace.

Well. Well that was...

Gosh, I don't even know him.

You sit together with men you don't know?

Look. That's how it is, here in Vienna's taverns, right?

Join me once, out to Grinzing,

right?, and you'll be surprised that

you'll find yourself sitting together with who you don't know.

The Big Stranger.

Well. He wasn't particularly big, as far as I remember.

There are methods

to jog the memory in such a way...

...that one even remembers the name...

...of a stranger.

You know, you have more of a reputation than you think. Herr ...

...Bockerer .

Does "Western Train Station" ring any bells?

You were seen there.

Namely with a certain...

...Rosenblatt.

Oh yeah, Rosenblatt, yes.

You know him, too?

See, I- I have, er- today

I got a card from him, from Paris!

He arrived safe, he writes.

Man, do you still not know where you are!?

At the Gestapo!

Reporting to Obersturmbandfuhrer :

various members of the

Schutzbund Gruppe Meidling imprisoned.

Alright!

And now to you.

Herr...Bockerer.

What is the Gestapo doing to my father?

He is in treatment by Von Lamm.

And that man knows what he's doing.

- You, if something happens to him then- - Then what, boy?

Nothing has to happen to him.

That depends entirely on you.

Because I know that Von Lamm quite well.

He is one of us, you see?

I could talk to him.

You'll stay, won't you?

Yes.

Of whom?

Ah, I see.

Yes, that already sorted itself out. In our favour.

Well, on the basis of his statements you could turn it that way.

Good.

Bye.

Well! What...

...do we do with you then?

Public disturbance,

rioting...

...against Party operatives.

Jew friend. Murmurer.

Excuse me, Bockerer is my name.

Do you know how our Dr. Goebbels...

...called such elements?

- Excuse me, who? - Doctor Joseph Goebbels.

Volks-Vermin...

...he calls them.

Bacillus!

A sickness in a healthy Volks-Body.

Healthy body. Now I know.

That's the one with the bad leg!

We cure that either in our re-education camps, or...

...we prevent any further reproduction.

I have already reproduced, sadly.

- My son! You know tha- - Bockerer, I'm warning you!

If you won't pull yourself together,

our sterilization-paragraph will be applied to you.

The what will be applied?

Little surgery among the genital limbs.

Disconnection...of the spermatic cord.

Little cut.

You want to strangulate my limbs?

A little cut, man?

You want to cut me?

You want to make a Jew out of me?

- Take him away? - Out with him.

Let this cretin go.

Thank you.

There are more important issues at hand, gentlemen.

"Reichsfuhrer SS."

"In the night of"

please insert date here,

"The Volks-rage will spontaneously turn itself"

against enterprises, shops and houses of Jews."

"JEW DIE"

" Germans! Defend youselves! Don't buy at Jews. "

Your wife sends her regards.

Thanks.

But we can't hide you for much longer.

But we already have a new hideout for you.

Good.

Don't shoot.

Erm, please no fat, my dog can't stomach it.

As you wish, Herr Doktor.

By the way, what kind of doctor is Herr Doktor?

Erm, philosophy, philology, and historic sociology.

At the moment, I'm writing the most determining chapter

of my cultural history.

You don't say.

"How Mozart was murdered by the Jews and Freemasons".

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

Unbelievable, those things, eh?

The Herr Doktor lives now in the Blau 's apartment.

Listen, where did they go, anyway?

Moved away, I guess. Like so many nowadays.

By the way, where is Herr Bockerer?

Karli?

At the post office, putting in some money.

Well, Frau Annerl.

I haven't come by in a while.

You see, I was interrogated by the Gestapo.

Oh. I have to tell you, I was dizzy with fear, my goodness.

Also for Hermann, you know,

the story out there, at the Kahlenberg village, eh?

But now he's good.

Now, yes.

He's on duty, isn't he?

He is off duty for ever.

Oh, off duty for ever?

Well, why?

Death certific-

Concentration camp Dachau-

Headquarters-

Labor...

...accident...

...on day of internment.

Court cashier...

Cost invoice...

...for death certificate...

12,50 Marks.

Cremation...

Urn...

65,30.

Transportation expense to Vienna...

Don't trouble yourself, Herr Bockerer, I know that piece of paper by heart.

Total cost...

123,65 Marks.

After abovementioned amount is received, delivery will take place.

If I want Hermann back.

So you'll have to pay them, too?

If I had it, yes.

But I don't see why that's any of your business.

Herr Bockerer.

But say, why do you keep saying "Herr" Bockerer to me, Frau Annerl?

I'm saying it like it says in the record...

"Identification of fugitive by statement of Bockerer"

But listen, hey,

you don't believe I would report a friend!

"Friend", that doesn't exist anymore.

Sure, yes...

...I was interrogated by the Gestapo.

...but please, I shall be cut here, if only I said one single word!

I don't even understand how this protocol can say

"statement of Bockerer"!

It was Hansi.

I don't want charity!

But I want that Hermann returns to home.

"Starting now, the biggest army review"

"of the Third Reich"

"For four and a half hours"

"the formations of all arms pass by their commander in chief."

You're part of it all.

Want to make a carreer.

And everything is so new.

And that's why you didn't need my any more?

Were your fellow soldiers more for you?

I...I don't even know how one gets into these things.

Within the SA, it is even supposed to be...

...some sort of tradition.

The question is, Hans, if one wants to get out of there again.

God, yes.

Liesl. Help me.

Please help me.

- Father says there will be war. - Oh, nonsense.

The Fuhrer says he guarantees the peace.

Well and father says he feels it in his foot,

the one he lost last World War.

Where is Hans?

Don't know. On duty probably.

I know now what kind of duty that is.

Did you bring that money to the post bank?

No.

I needed that for something else.

Ah well, well, well.

Squandering the money.

Listen, I don't know at all where you're hanging around lately!

Are you maybe having a affair?

The only affair I have to deal with is you, and I don't know how much longer I can.

Oh, this is getting better every minute.

I want to know now what you did with that money!

150 Marks.

That is 200 Schillings!

Delivery fee, my dear Bienerl.

Delivery fee!

For my friend Hermann!

So he can get back to Vienna!

In a little tin box!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Tin box.

Now he's totally mad-

Oh I'm not! But the others went crazy!

Insane they are, every one of them!

I wanna know where Hans is!

Now, this instant!

Take it easy, Herr Bockerer.

I know where you can find Hans.

Where?

The SA people usually spend their evenings

with us at Café Toska.

Whatever the Obersturmbandfuhrer wishes, he shall get.

Also champagne.

Or you can go back hustling on the streets, you hear?

What if he doesn't drink champagne?

Doesn't need to.

He only has to buy it. Don't look so stupid.

And now, into position.

(indistinct), get out!

You had it coming, clumsy.

If two SA people in a booth think about the Fuhrer,

are getting so warm-hearted that they don't want to see the lot of you,

then you mustn't disturb them in their companionship, clear?

Alright?

Come over here honey, sit and drink a glass with me.

Interesting.

The boy wants to ditch me.

Who made you, huh?

The party.

Pah, the party.

The party doesn't give a shit about you.

Not the tiniest dirty little shit.

Or is there maybe another man?

Or a woman?

This is the thanks for getting your dad out of the Gestapo.

Very nice.

Look.

- Let's talk like men, you and I- - But with pleasure.

You are the one who is always talking like a hysterical hag.

"It needs to be over."

"Over forever!"

Hello uncle.

Don't we know each other?

I don't know, maybe from the shop.

Shop! Piepsi, coat.

No, no, I won't stay long.

I'm looking for someone.

Whatever you're looking for, you'll find it here.

Curvy, skinny, common, brutal g-

I'm not looking for any of that, I'm looking for a young man.

You'll also find that at Café Toska.

One of the SA.

Also that.

Piepsi, a bottle of champagne! For the gentleman. Take a seat?

I don't know, I'm not what you think, I'm a butcher.

You will be satisfied!

Little pervert butcher.

Just go, you ungrateful asshole.

Get lost.

But don't you think that I'll forget that.

You will be thinking about me, boy.

Papa, but what are you doing here?

No "Papa".

I'm not the father of a crook who rats on a good friend.

Me? What makes you think I did anything?

You want to know?

Why do you think I came here?

I have a message for you.

Uncle Hermann sends his regards.

What do I have to do with it?

And anyway, you don't understand.

Ah, that's how it is, I don't understand!

When you betray a good friend so he gets into a concentration camp,

where they beat him to death!

I "don't understand" that!

When a young hoodlum like you who should tend to the shop

prowls around here with this dog mob.

I "don't understand" that?

And when you stand up such a fine girl for some whore!

- Play, play! - I don't understand that?

Sitting there like painted ragdolls.

...knocking down your own father, huh?

You should be glad I did that! Or else...

...they would have beaten you to death too.

Beaten me to death. Sure!

Because you- you are manslaughterer!

Manslaughterer you are, you whole lot!

That's not true, stop with that.

What's not true, stop with what, huh?

You are the only one who has to answer for Hermann's life.

But I'll tell you one thing.

If you only set one foot in my house, I'll throw you out onto the streets

through the closed door!

And you, what do you have to answer for, huh? Ever thought about that?

You shout around, but you never cared!

What? I didn't take care of you, eh?

Who was it that pulled you out?

Of the Danube when you were drowning, huh?

But now you'll be screaming, "Father! Father! Help me!"

But then noone pulls you out!

From the deep waters!

Check.

"On September 1st, 1939,"

"Hitler proclaims the attack on Poland before the German Parliament."

"The second World War has begun."

"I have therefore decided"

"to speak with Poland in the same language"

"that Poland has been using with us for..."

"that Poland has been using with us for..."

Today there should be meat, Herr Doktor, because of the victory celebration.

Since the Fuhrer gazed down from the Eiffel tower,

upon a henceforth German Paris, you needn't worry about your meat,

Fräulein Haberl, world history.

Well, world history...

But there should be a Schnitzel in it for me.

After all I collected 200 grams worth of meat stamps.

It must have been a sensation for the Fuhrer, standing up ther-

Like veal goulash with spatzle.

Dear Volks-companion, your attitude is very fleshly.

Fleshly? Oh my, Herr Doktor!

But you misunderstand me. I, for instance, don't even eat meat.

Well then why are you even here if you don't eat meat?

Uh, for, uh, my dog. I am vegetarian, like him.

A vegetarian dog.

Not the dog, the Fuhrer.

You don't even have a dog, Herr Doktor.

Uh, I admit, in a sense, but it would be, in terms of national economy,

a sin to waste meat stamps.

I mean, when the Fuhrer calls to buying meat, then meat shall be bought.

Let's hope.

The Fuhrer takes care of everything, let this be his concern.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are again unlucky today,

sadly, no more, sold out.

Then what's the use of the Fuhrer on the Eiffel tower?

But look, Fräulein Haberl,

maybe he was on the lookout for a french butcher who might have

some roastbeef or sirloin stored somewhere.

Yeah but, how are we supposed to celebrate the victory?

But dear lady, look here now.

We've already consumed the Dutch and Norwegian meat.

The sneaky French ate theirs themselves.

Go over to the North Sea hall, maybe they have some smoked fish.

Eiffel tower.

Waiting for two hours...unbelievable...

"UNUSED SWASTIKA FLAG FOR SALE CHEAP"

But that's...

...that- that is scandalous!

A scandala- Scandalous!

No depreciative comments please, if you wi-

Excuse me, depreciative comments?

Read, Constable!

"UNUSED SWASTIKA FLAG FOR SALE CHEAP"

Who wrote that?

You asking who wrote this, Constable?

Me of course, why? Is it wrong?

See, I never know, do you spell 'Haken'

with 'ck' or not.

So not only do you not fly the flag, you're also offering it for sale!

But look, my dear Herr Doktor, first of all, I am flying the flag,

according to regulations, out of the toilet window in the back,

since I don't have any Eiffel tower instead, yes?

And second of all, this new flag, that my wife bought, is way too long.

Hey Bienerl! What did that new flag cost?

27 Marks.

So 27 Marks, Herr Constable,

and why shouldn't I be allowed to sell that thing?

Because that thing is not a thing but a legend!

- Exactly. - And there shall...

...neither haggling nor profit be done with it.

- Very correct. - Oh yeah?

But the shop that sold it to my wife, they may haggle and profit with that-

with that- with that-

Legend!

With that legend, man?

27 Marks they wanted, but take it back they won't!

Arrange immediately (Appropriating Hitler's speaking manner)

for the flying of the flag. (Appropriating Hitler's speaking manner)

I don't need instructions from you on how to conduct official procedures.

Don't play big, Herr Constable, or

I'll remember all the places you've been.

First, with the Monarchists,

then with the Socialists, then with the Conservatives

then with the Rooster-Tails, and now?

So? I am an idealist.

Yeah. It takes idealism to survive this.

When I return, the new flag is flying here.

Or you'll get to know me.

I know you better than you think.

Now see where that got you. You old stubborn.

'Cause you had to kick out Hansi!

- I had to what? - Well. The people are defiant.

No one is helping you.

- But you're helping me, Bienerl, huh? - No, I am going away,

and I won't tell you where either.

Ah, I know where you're going anyway.

No, that's not where I'm going.

- Aha. - That stupid boy.

He is together with that arrogant Cousellor's daughter again.

- Ah really? - I'm telling you,

he is even living together with that stupid cow!

Well wouldn't you know.

I'm going to the weekly review cinema.

To watch the Battle of Paris.

Ah well.

There we go.

Well?

Ah! In there!

Stupid thing that.

Karl!

What's going on, I almost tripped!

Well there's gonna be more people tripping over that than you think.

But, you can't do this, Bockerer, the symbol, in the dirt,

in the gutter, almost.

So, what should I do? I already told the constable

that it's way too long.

Should I wrap it around my head?

Well, do you have an idea?

Okay, listen. I have an idea.

Take...grab it down there.

I'm pulling it out. Grab it!

Pull!

Come on, Bockerer, don't do anything stupid.

Now, shorly before the Endsieg .

What, "Endsieg ", Hatzinger?

When they signed the Munich Peace Treaty, the war began.

And now that they talk about victory,

now the war is really starting, you hear?

So, what do you think now, Hatzinger?

But, now it's...

This is an outrage!

Why? Now it's not touching the floor anymore!

Well? You like it better like this, constable?

Take it down! Down immediately!

Up! Down! Up! Down!

Thank you.

"The German Week Review"

"The goal is called Paris."

"Our troops are in relentless pursuit of the retreating enemy."

"Above the castle of Versailles now wafts the swastika flag."

"Paris, the preciously desired goal, is now reached."

"The heart and the soul of France is therefore under German order."

"The Arc de Triomphe."

"Wehrmacht supreme command is announcing.."

"With determined capitalization of the victory of the Krim,"

"the pursuit of the defeated enemy is being continued."

"Sevastopol, the Krim's capital, has been captured."

Yes?

Herr Bockerer? This was delivered for you.

Please sign here.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

What is it?

My draft.

This is Gstettner's doing.

It's not easy nowadays to get some decent tea.

All things decent are fading today anyways.

Not even to mention the Leberkäse, right?

"Sic transit gloria mundi".

Well, on the other hand, gentlemen, we're in for a victory!

"We"?

Well, in a certain way also us!

For also we, for God's sake, in a way also

belong to the 1000-year-empire today.

Not for God's sake, that's for sure.

Well, erm. And, erm...

How is our dear Sisi, then?

I don't know.

Since she moved out, I hardly see her.

"Departure. Vienna, East Train Station."

Let's not go to the train, we still have time.

Farewell isn't going to be easier when it's postponed, Lieserl.

I cherish every minute.

Come, I'd like to have a drink with you.

You're gonna have a blast in Russia.

You know, I'm not keen on those Partisans.

Ah, nonsense, sooner or later there won't be any more of them.

'Liquidation'.

All suspicious elements in occupied area...

...chop, gone.

- Yes but how? - Simple.

Collect them, into an army truck,

the more the better, door shut, engine on.

- And?

- As soon as the engine is on, it leads gas into the hermetically

sealed interior of the truck.

After twenty minutes, everyone is done,

except maybe a few broads.

Those bitches are tough!

That's German engineering.

"Relocation", the measure is called.

'Cause those idiots believe...

...they are being moved somewhere else in that truck.

May we?

...suspicious...

I'll get us some drinks.

...then it gets complicated.

...secure clothing and valuables...

...rings, gold teeth, et cetera...

...to the Ministry of Finance...

That's the drag of the whole story.

But other than that,

you'll have a great time in Russia.

When is your train?

Ten past twelve.

Ten past twelve?

Papa, you?

Are you going with them?

No.

I don't belong to them over there any more.

I see.

You know, I wanted to tell you-

Oh come on, Hansi, I know.

You know what you look like?

Like back when we were going home...

...from auntie Annerl's place, at night, across the cemetary.

And you were so afraid, you wet your pants.

And you took me by my hand and led me back home.

My hand is still here.

But...

...will you be able to lead me back home again?

My boy, boy, Hansi.

Well, what a coincidence,

Herr Bockerer!

Ah, stop the charade, girl.

Coincidence is a woman, and is called Elisabeth Ebeseder.

But not for long!

On my first front holiday,

coincidence's name will be Elisabeth Bockerer.

And to that, we shall now have a toast.

Cheers.

- Servas, Hansi. - Servas.

Beautiful to see you before you leave, boy.

And also like this!

I told you you'd be thinking of me.

"Frosty storm blows over the land."

"Just a few yards of visibility."

"In a matter of minutes, streets and tarmacs are"

"almost completely snow-covered."

"Nonetheless, all the movements and transports need to be..."

"...executed as scheduled."

"As the Fuhrer said,"

"Middle and Eastern Europe haven't seen a winter heavy as this..."

"...in a hundred-and-forty years."

"During the past four months, our soldiers and those of our allies"

"being weighed by a gruelsome fate"

"to their true inner value."

"They have passed this bitter test."

"Artillery and armored fighting tanks did well in preparing groundwork."

"Those few adversaries who are still able to battle"

"are quickly conquered."

Oh but, Lieserl.

We're over there, in the side room, at the Müller pub.

You'll come over, right?

You come...

He talked beautifully, the Reverend,

about our Hansi.

Wouldn't recommend him otherwise. It's what we payed for.

'In proud mourning.'

That, I liked best.

Ah, you liked that proud mourning, did you? Well I didn't.

But Karli. 'For Fuhrer and homeland'.

And where did the Herr Fuhrer lead us, eh?

Stalingrad is where he lead him.

What business did he have there, our Hansi?

Alas. He defended the homeland.

So? Against whom?

Against the Russians, of course!

Ah I see! Do we have a holiday cabin over there that they want to take away from us?

The other way round, my dear, the other way round!

The Russians are defending their homeland!

Our homeland is Austria.

Did we defend it when Hitler came?

The hell we did! We let him in!

Now you're even taking away that poor boy's heroic death.

Come on. Give me 10 Groschen.

It's called 10 Pfennig, my dear.

Thank you.

What a shame that the Pfeifer isn't there any more, up at the Kahlenbergerdorf.

We'd be sitting up there now.

Well, I have an idea why.

Because Hansi gave you a beating there with the baton.

What? Me, Hansi, a beating, with the baton?

Are you stupid, Hatzinger?

Hansi would never do that, his own father, with a baton, man!

Yeah. Come, relax now, Karli.

Eh, you're right.

Doesn't matter, where the peace negotiations take place.

Peace negotiations?

Well, sooner or later those two are bound to make peace, don't they?

Who?

"Who?", of course Bienerl and Lieserl-, er,

I mean, Elisabeth.

Sooner or later that stupid mother-in-law stuff is bound to stop.

Pst, she's coming.

No, Karli. You are wrong, and I'll tell you why, too.

So, tell me why I'm wrong.

Yes.

Thinking it's the Fuhrer's fault that our Hansi died a hero?

Well, who else's fault is it, then?

Her, of course! Her! Her! That arrogant Counsellor's girl.

If she hadn't reappeared, and hadn't thrown herself at him,

our Hansi would still be at the SA today.

Hey, Karl.

Hey let her talk! I'll comment soon enough.

And they would have never drafted him.

Least of all to Stalingrad.

- Hey - - Let her talk, Hatzinger.

Or have you ever heard that an SA person dies a hero's death?

Are you finished?

- Now I'm gonna tell you something. - Well?

- The SA- - No need to say more, Karl.

What?

Peace negotiations failed.

For crying out loud, why are we sitting in the kitchen like the servants?

Because that's the only room, my dear...

...where the neighbors can't hear us.

Why, is that so dangerous in Vienna?

Back home at the Attersee lake,

near everybody's listening to the England-station.

Highest caution, my dear. People are so hateful.

They'll report you over nothing.

Er- what should I tell you?

The Arensteins were sitting at, uhm,

were sitting and listening to Debussy.

Suddenly the door bell rings.

Nicki goes to open the door, the-

the- whats-name, the Warden, and the police.

Alright!

I hear they have developed devices that enable them to trace everyone who is...

...listening to the English station.

But that is appaling!

But that is appaling!

Exactly. Appaling, dearest.

And when they catch you,

And when they catch you,

it costs the head.

"Here is BBC with news in German language."

"Also today, Royal Air Force figher-bomber units..."

"...flew missions in the area of Cologne, Düsseldorf, and Berlin."

"Despite desperate resistance, all units were able..."

"...to reach every commanded destination."

"Our unceasing attacks"

"...are forcing the opponent to..."

"...relocate vast parts of the population..."

"...towards Southern Germany and Austria."

Elisabeth!

You?

Can I-

May we stay with you, Mama?

And again we were lucky because they...

...were here again, and they-

Ah, won't you be quiet, Herr Heidenberg!

He keeps talking, I've had it up to here!

He keeps talking, I've had it up to here, man!

Great, now you woke little Adolf again.

- You make... - Every night the same.

But Karli, those poor people came from the bombed areas.

Someone has to give them shelter.

But I don't.

After all, it's your Ethnic Brother.

'Pampalic the Bombed.'

My goodness.

I can't listen to this any more.

If you hadn't listened to big Adolf's rants, you'd have been spared the little one's.

Yeah but Karli, there has to be an end some time.

Far from! This is but the beginning!

They'll send us more and more!

Like apes they'll be sitting there, around our house!

And then, where will we go, eh? When they bomb Vienna?

Well but you don't think that they'll... us, here, in Austria?

- Ostmark, my dear. Ostmark.

- Ostmark, my dear. Ostmark. - Shh, shh, be quiet, will you!

Well where do you think we'll go?

When they'll attack us, huh?

Down to the Balkan, perhaps?

Where the Russians are waiting?

Or to Italy, where already the Americans are sitting, waiting?

We're encircled here, in Gaber Street!

And for all that, we all have to thank your Fuhrer!

And now I'm going to the loo!

- Lights out, the windows are open! - We have to keep it dark.

Yeah, I know, I know!

Come on! Everywhere you stub yourself.

- Occupied! - There you have it.

Now even my shithouse is occupied territory.

Sorry.

Another one here.

Good evening!

Knabe is my name, Herr Bockerer.

Ah, you also live in my house?

See, sadly, I am not able to know everyone who they gave shelter in my house.

Well, sadly for you, but for me, well,

thank God.

- Why? - Well, there aren't so many sincere people.

"Sincere people"? Man, you don't even know me, Herr-

- K- K- Knabe. - Herr Knabe.

But, you get the right nose for it, when you're in the camp, see?

Oh in the camp. So-

- So, what camp were you in? - O- Oranienburg.

T- the motto: keep your head up and see that you make some magic happen.

Aha? Say,

Why were you in the camp at all?

- I was thinking out loud. - Ah, I see.

Yeah and- and it can't go on like this! There has t-, you have to-

...do something! Right? And-

And so I said to myself, on your own, you won't succed anyway, and

so I spoke to someone, so then they had me.

Oh, yes well. You see, when I hear you talk like this,

dear Herr Knabe, I feel like I'm hearing Hermann, see?

- T- t- the fat Göring? - No, no, God forbid.

The opposite! Come... let's sit for a moment.

See, Hermann was a friend of mine, see?

He was in Dachau. They killed him there.

Do you smoke? You know, back in the day I used to smoke Memphis.

Now I only have smokes.

Swell.

Well, they don't exactly smell, no.

No, you misheard me there.

You are swell, Bockerer.

Ah, the feeling is mutual.

You see,

I always thought,

you Prussians are to blame for this whole mess that came over us here.

And we thought the Austrians.

Get outta here, I beg you!

But Schicklgruber was Austrian, wasn't he?

Well, you see, but

we didn't make him a Fuhrer, right?

You fell for his honey, you made him big.

No, no, no. That was the weaponss industry.

It needed a war, so it financed someone who would go to war.

Krupp, Thyssen.

The whats-name in Holland, the French bigplayers, Pétain and Laval.

An unequalled scandal.

A desaster!

Say, who left the gate open? (Appropriating Hitler's speaking manner)

But please, Herr Schebesta.

Official persons executing official orders shall not be pleased.

Total darkening.

A single beam of light suffices...

...to attract an entire squadron of hostile air craft.

If such a hostile air force squadron has appetite for us,

they'll come, gate open or closed.

Yeah, I'll say.

- Who is he? - This is the bombed-out...

...Herr Knabe from Berlin.

Boy oh boy, swell flying weather tonight.

Seems like a defendist to me.

What did you say about Krupp and Thyssen?

Don't you hear anything?

I hear nothing.

But now you hear it.

I'm sure it's just a drill.

No, this- I know these sounds.

Now they're coming.

(unintelligible)

A hundred thousand window panes,

and there is no glass.

No glass!

No glass!

(unintelligible)

No glass! No glass!

A hundred thousand window panes,

and no glass!

No glass!

Well, Schebesta got his share.

He belongs into Steinhof insane asylum.

In no. 5 Drawahetz Street, a house was hit.

Everything's in pieces.

Ah, damn. That's just around the corner.

Karli, we had some mazel there!

Mazel, my dear Bienerl, is Yiddish.

No. 5?

What?

That's where Hatzinger lives!

- Anyone still missing from this house? - No, no, now that's everyone.

Jesus, oh my, Herr Hatzinger from second floor.

Such a lovely person.

Always a good spirit. And now...

Oh no. Such a fine, friendly person-

He, Hatzinger?

This is-

...Frau Neinau from the lottery booth.

This is- Oh god that is horrible-

Did something happen to you?

No. One bang, and we're smacked out of bed.

"We"?

Yes, I just had a business meeting with that gentleman there.

Come on, come on out of there.

And as we're at it, we're smacked out of bed.

- Right, isn't it- - There, there, yes.

"There, there, yes."

My dressing table fell down the back yard and...

...my dresses went up in flames.

- What are you doing, anyway? - I take records.

I am a historian, I record every stage of this-

-decay.

- Decay? - Yes.

Please come with me. Come with me.

Yes of course.

- Did you see Hatzinger? - No.

He's still inside!

Stop! I cannot allow you to enter the premises.

I'll tell you where to stick your premises!

I need to go up to the 2ⁿᵈ floor!

Be reasonable! It might collapse any minute.

Exactly!

That's my friend up there, man!

The only one I have left! I have to get him out of there!

You could be struck dead!

Let me tell you something, you. People are dying everywhere,

in Dachau, in Stalingrad, so why not in Drawahetz Street?

Let me in!

Hatzinger ! Hatzinger !

Say, what did you mean by 'stage of decay'?

We are all amidst this process of crumbling.

See, for instance, this young woman h-

How dare you! I'm not crumbling,

but you are, you vegetarian, some crumbling indeed.

Excuse me, Constable.

- Hatzinger! - Yes. I'm a little confused.

I've walked in circled three times,

and everytime there's this pile of rubble.

Please, I can't find my house.

- Oh Herr Hatzinger ! - But- Hatzinger!

- Karl! - Friend!

Are you all right, man-

Watch it! You're getting dirt all over me.

Oh boy.

Karl,

I got me some wine again at Bomeisl's.

And that game of cards I played tonight!

Like that, I tell you.

What's that?

I played cards.

- You call yourself friend, man? - Yes.

I'm here, getting a heart attack looking for you,

and you're out all night, having fun?

And playing cards with strangers?

Shame on you! Shame on you!

You're retired, you should be sleeping!

Then he would be dead!

So?

Better than playing cards, with strangers!

But I'll tell you one thing, man, I'll tell you one thing!

Even if they bomb this whole town, I won't come looking for you no more!

I never wanna see you again!

But Karli..

What's up with him?

"And then we received the check."

"For Mr. Hitler's fight."

" 'My struggle', he said. "

But it was us who had to go to war.

" 'Vienna is a jewel', he said,"

"our Herr Fuhrer."

"And that he'd make her shine. "

" You can tell. "

" Marching all the way to Stalingrad and back was in vain. "

" Instead of us going there, now the Russians are coming to us now. "

" They're everywhere! "

" Everywhere in Vienna. "

" Everywhere. "

" We are being, as it is, once again, liberated. "

" And some of us, "

" even the sturdiest and stoutest of us, are getting weak knees now. "

(Bienerl's voice) Karli, what's the matter?

You're not getting sick on me, are you?

Not now, with our new government!

Karli, please listen!

A brand new government,

and an Austrian one, at that!

With Herr Renner!

And so many Austrians!

Karli, are you not happy?

You were the one saying, your happiest day will be...

Karli!

Karli!

Do you still have that wonderful Leberkäs?

No, sadly not.

My husband is very sick.

But how do you know, about the Leberkäs?

I knew your son, Frau Bockerer.

Oh yeah...

- Well- - Well look.

See, I work for a French colonel now, and he is quite the gourmet,

so I promised him,

that I'd- well, don't worry about it.

Au revoir!

I know that guy from somewhere.

Well, er, what says the doctor?

"What says the doctor "... The fever won't go down.

Hmh. That Karl.

Like an tree, he was.

Like an oak tree, in the Vienna Woods, eh?

He took on Hitler, the war, the bombings...

- And now he went down like that. - Yeah...

The doctor says now it's the crisis.

But he gave him some shot.

Something state-of-the-art.

Erm, "Penes-Zilin" or something,

- Mhm. - ...and it's supposed to have good effects.

That fever could be gone in an hour! Just like that.

Yeah, let's hope.

Who was that?

Some nutcase.

People keep getting crazier.

Hmh.

He also seemed familiar, though.

Well, I'll see you two tomorrow, alright?

Let's hope it's any good, this "Penes...

...velin" or whatever the name. Bye, Bienerl.

Good-bye.

Ethnic brother. (Appropriating Hitler's speaking manner)

Skip the formalities.

There's no time.

Don't be surprised.

Simple, honest, Ost-Markian working man.

Your Fuhrer lives!

Eh-

Erm...

...lives?

Here...

...I will find peace,

like the great German emperor Barbarossa.

In the hills of Kyffhäuser.

Here I shall wait,

unto the hour of victory which awaits the German people.

You wanna wait here?

I have decided without doubt, to remain here for a hundred days.

A hundred days...

Your hardened German worker's face shows...

...you are no less suffering under this shameless...

...Jewish yoke of the German people!

But victory will be ours.

By your help.

You want my help?

You, who brainwashed my boy so that he'd come after me with a baton.

And then you sent him out to Stalingrad?

Where he died!

And what did you do to Hermann?

Killed him in Dachau?

I did not have Reichsmarshall Göring...

...sent to Dachau!

I'm not talking about that fat piece of lard,

I'm talking about skinny Hermann.

The railwayman!

I know no Hermann Railwayman!

Of course you don't.

Of course, you don't know any...

...of those millions...

...of those millions that you slayed!

You- you mass murderer!

You should be hanged, on the...

...Eiffel Tower.

So all Europe can see you!

The Europe you destroyed, you...

You vegetarian!

Himmler!

Arrest this Volks-traitor.

I'll throw you out!

Out! I'll throw you out of my house!

Himmler!

Himmler!

Himmler!

Himmle-

Himmler, where are you?

Everyone has abandonded me.

There he is.

I knew he had to be somewhere around here.

Yes, your coat, my Fuhrer, please.

Thank you.

I declare you General Field Marshall.

Thank you. Ah there he is.

He wanted to hide in my house.

Who?

'Who'. Him! Hitler!

Ah you mean Schebesta?

He broke out from the insane asylum.

What.

This is- this was Schebes-

Of course! That was the Schebe-

He went mad! That's-

Bockerer, you'll have to go back to bed.

No, I'm done with that.

Why not?

Cause that's where people die.

But Herr Bockerer, at your age!

Yeah, yeah,

'The Police, Your Friend and Helper'

At your service, Herr Bockerer. Always.

You'll have to admit!

Yeah. Whatever the government.

Constable stays Constable.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Erm. We are looking for Mr. Bockerer.

He took ill.

Aha. Well. Erm...

Von Zornbiegel is my name,

I help out again, here and there.

As a volunteer, of course.

At the department for Family Reunion.

We don't give handouts.

It has to stop already. This permanent soliciting...

No- No, I'm not asking anything from you.

On the contrary.

It's about this small one here.

His father...

...has fallen in the war, and his mother...

It was one of the last bombs on Vienna.

One of the countless pointless deaths in this...

...in this pointless war.

That's sad, but... what's it to us?

Well... Maybe a little something.

Erm...

May I introduce you to this young man?

His name is Bockerer.

Karl Bockerer.

Just like his grandfather.

Karli-

You see what grampa can do?

Look here.

So how is Karl now?

- Good! - Oh yes?

Ever since little Karli is here, he's not sick anymore at all.

We put another one there.

And now we put a little roof on top.

I don't know what's going on today,

but he also seems so familiar.

Geez.

It's Rosenblatt!

- Pleasure, Mrs. Bienerl. - But hello!

Mr. Hatzinger.

- Herr Doktor Rosenblatt! - Ah, not quite.

(In English) Steph Sergeant Montgomery Royce,

General Headquarters.

What did he say?

Oh, Karli will be so happy.

We'll surprise him.

Please. Herr- Herr Doktor.

Ah!

What's with him?

Now he went insane.

Welcome, Herr Rosenblatt.

Herr Bockerer.

I knew one could count on you, but...

...thank God we won't be needing this any more.

Well then let's be careful...

...so we'll really never need it again.

Isn't today Thursday?

Of course, it's Thursday! Well- of cou-

- Come on, sit, Herr Doktor. - Karli-

- Oh come on woman.

The cards are already here!

So, Karli, now you're going to pick up your first hand of cards.

Yes...

Yes, now you pick'em up nicely.

That's right.

Very good.

Your hand, Herr Rosenblatt.

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