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Keep up, Salomon!

Where are we going anyways?

Let's race, boys. Come on!

Oh, I know where we're going.

Go! Jump, you pansies.

We don't have to do this.

This was your idea.

It was a great idea... from down there.

Helmuth's worried he's going to mess up his beautiful hair.

Easy!

All right. I'll go if you do. On the count of three. One.

Woah, hang on, hang on!

You blokes are bloody cowards.

I don't see you jumping.

Two!

Yes you do.

Whoo! Haha!

That was nothing! Jump, Rudi!

Oh, bother. Three!

Jump, pansies!

Let's go!

Helmuth! Helmuth!

What was I thinking?

Helmuth! Helmuth! Helmuth! Helmuth!

Helmuth!

One people! One Reich!

One bridge--

Salomon! You coming with us to pick up Gerhard?

I don't know, when does his train arrive?

Saturday, half six.

Ah, the big brother returns.

I'll have to see if I can make it.

Uh-oh.

You boys are more than late.

More than late? I knew we were late, but not more than late.

Where's your uniform, Karl?

It's at the cleaners, Rolf.

Like last week? Note that.

What are you laughing at?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, then I think you need to tell me how sorry you are

for laughing at me. For nothing.

Why don't you talk to me, Rolfi?

Shut up.

Your girlfriend's just about to tell me how sorry she is.

Sorry.

That's right, you little pansy.

Nobody calls my friend a pansy.

Move.

I'm gonna report you, Karl! You hear me?!

You'll regret this!

Honey, it's ready!

You coming?

Morning.

How was the night shift?

Oh, don't you look handsome.

Mom, please, you're spitting on me.

Morning, Hugo.

Morning.

I'll give it to you when I'm done.

How was Hitler youth?

What did you do?

It was good.

We, uh--

Well, it was mostly combat training.

Combat training?

What kind of combat training?

weaponry?

No, mostly just fisticuffs.

Oh, so hand to hand.

Right. Hand to hand.

Well, do you have to hit anyone?

No, I--

I didn't.

I just--

I was observing mostly.

This time.

Big day today, eh?

It's Helmuth's first day at his new job at City Hall.

What did they say?

The youngest intern they've ever hired.

Are you nervous?

Not really.

I mean, a bit, I suppose, but I feel ready.

Have you written your patriotic statement?

Never before has Germany been more fatherland

to us than it is now.

In this Athenian age,

the dawn of the national-socialistic millennium.

Examine the unblemished faces you pass on the street,

their strong builds.

The industrious manner with which they carry themselves.

Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry.

This is a people, a nation destined for greatness.

Gone are the fears of former years.

Gone the uncertainty of a people yearning for protection.

Gone the buckled knees of a downtrodden working class.

All right. Pick him up.

Today, our nation stands strong and tall

on the shoulders of our Führer, Adolf Hitler.

Gone are the plutocrats. The wealth infested aristocracy.

Gone the sprawling estates of the decadent bourgeoisie.

They're ready for you.

As we distill the essence of the previous statement,

two questions arise.

First, what lifts us above the other industrialized nations,

and... second point...

or... uh... or question.

How did we arrive at this great juncture in history?

The answer to both queries is one and the same.

It's nothing less than our German perseverance,

our blood, our very nature.

That was very good. Good answer.

Oh, is it Kunkel?

- Helmuth Kunkel. - Yes. My last name is Kunkel.

Very well done.

We shall use your statement in the office newsletter.

What do you think of that?

- That would be-- - Perfect!

Just leave your notes with Fräulein Kluge here.

She'll type them up.

Uh... or I could--

Welcome to Upper Administration.

Your notes?

Right now?

So you're the gifted writer

they've been talking about.

The "youngest intern we've ever hired."

So I've heard.

Says here you know shorthand.

Since when did they teach shorthand at Brackdam Secondary School?

I taught myself.

Huh.

Bet that was exciting.

Come on.

This is your desk.

But for today, all this needs to be filed and archived.

We call this "the dungeon." At least I do.

Where we file everything into oblivion.

That back there is for tenured public officials

and civil servants.

This here is for state employees and service workers.

Chronological.

That's where we keep archived copies of banned literature.

Locked for obvious reasons.

And these are policy updates, both regional and national.

It's all alphabetical, basically.

And all that is just other administrative things.

You'll figure it out.

Welcome to Upper Administration.

- Hello, Papa. - Hi.

Hey, you two.

You left it in your other coat.

Ah, that's where it was.

What, they didn't have school today?

- Got out early. - We're going to a matinee.

Why don't you knock off early and come with us?

I can't. I'm late for a meeting already.

But I will see you both tonight.

Say goodbye to Papa.

- Bye. - Bye, bye now.

Hey.

If I can quit, so can you.

- We'll see you tonight. - Right.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye.

Morning sir.

Julius said he would start the meeting without you.

I'd be downstairs.

It's come to this, has it?

Still smoking? I thought Anne made you quit.

She did.

See, my wife's trying to get me to quit.

She’s a good German.

The Führer doesn’t smoke, so she stops smoking.

Of course the Führer doesn't buy

stolen pistols off the black market either.

Are you married?

I ask if you’re married,

but I suppose I’m not being completely honest.

We brought in your wife this morning.

Hilde, right? And your daughter.

They’re just down the hall.

We’ll chat with them in a few minutes.

But you knew that, right?

That if we caught you, we’d have to bring in your family as well.

Question them.

Yeah, you thought this through

before you planned your little coup, right?

Oh, maybe not.

How do they always forget that part?

Well, let's not drag this out, Albert.

Who sold you the firearms?

I found them.

Hm.

Gerhard!

Hey! Look who finally shows up!

Why weren't you at the train station?

How was France?

A joke. A walk in the park. Great food, though.

Salomon, are you coming up for dessert?

Can't pass up on that now, can I?

Of course he is.

Yeah, well, it sounds like the French were much easier

this time than when I was there in '14.

That was no joke.

You know, I have to tell you, ever since I married your mother,

she's been talking about you nonstop.

Those two get on well.

Yes, they do.

Come on.

So, what do you think of Hugo?

Yep, that's what I thought.

Mom sure seems happy though, huh?

Still on the honeymoon, I guess.

Can you keep a secret?

Where'd you get that?

It's a short wave.

I know what it is. Where'd you get it?

Le Marché Noir. The French black market.

Shh. Turn it down!

The reception on this thing is incredible.

You can get news from anywhere. Russia, Holland, the BBC.

Wait, wait. Go back.

Mendelssohn.

I'm surprised at you.

Listening to a banned composer on an illegal wireless.

That is a capital offense.

Now, this... this is more like it.

Yeah. Banned American music. Completely different.

Come on, up you get.

I can't...

Come on, little brother!

- I can't. - Yes you can.

Gerhard's definitely home.

Yeah.

Well, the bishop asked him to say a few words at church tomorrow.

You could come and hear him if you wanted to.

Just if you want to.

Probably not this time.

But don't worry, he'll do great.

He's got a good head on his shoulders.

So does Helmuth.

Yeah, he does.

They're just very different.

And they're going to wake the neighbors.

That's it!

Shh!

What's all the racket?

We were dancing.

What?

You know, just fooling around.

Oh. Yeah, well, it's getting late,

and I'm sure your mother will be dragging both of you

to church in the morning, so you should...

True. I'll tuck him in.

And you. You need to go. It's past curfew.

I'm glad you made it back in one piece.

Me too.

See you at church.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Don't have too much fun without me.

I'm done with this.

Oh, thank you.

And like I said, it's getting late so be sure not to read it tonight.

I won't. I mean, I will be sure.

Not too...

Right.

Night, boys.

Night.

Relax.

Heil Hitler.

Heil.

You're out late. It's past curfew.

I live here.

Papers, please.

Where are you coming from?

Hammerbrook.

Salomon Schwarz... Salomon?

Religious affiliation... Mormon? What is that?

It's a church.

Huh. There it is. Jew. See?

His mother is a half Jew. Right there.

...nearly impossible to discern the truth

with Hitler's Nazi propaganda machine

twisting the truth beyond recognition.

Thus prompting Winston Churchill to proclaim,

"Our brave bomber crews will bring death and destruction

over Nazi Germany.

The blood of a Europe suppressed by Gestapo terror

must not remain unatoned."

How many more of your neighbors will be arrested

on the street in broad daylight without warrant,

never to be seen again?

How long will you tolerate the brazen disregard for the truth?

How long will you...

Girls, nice to see you.

Elise, Anna.

Brothers and sisters, I welcome you here

this beautiful Sabbath morning.

For those visiting today, my name is Bishop Arthur Zander,

and I'll be conducting this service.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Our opening hymn will be

"Do What is Right, Let the Consequence Follow."

After which Brother Lüdermann will give us our invocation.

♪ Do what is right, the daydawn is breaking,

♪ Hailing a future of freedom and light...

What happened?

Nothing. I fell.

You fell? Off what, a building?

Later...

How's it coming?

"Dear Private Orbach,

I know I speak on behalf of the whole congregation

when I tell you how proud we are of your service in the...

- That's good. - Let'ssee,

your insatiable desire to defend the Reich,

bodes well for the Fatherland.

That's beautiful.

But that's why you are doing this and not me.

Oh! What about City Hall? How's the new job?

It's great! Great. Thank you for your recommendation.

Bishop, a word?

You're on your way, young man. You mark my words.

Yes, Otto?

This is a church. No place for salutes.

This is not a political rally.

I understand that.

You see, the thing is,

I just think it's important...

He's right.

There you go.

Max. Max!

What's for dinner?

Knödel.

Here you go.

Oh, can I go play football after school tomorrow?

Uh, ask your mama.

No,

- we spoke about this. - Please?

No. No, no. You have to study. You're lacking.

And what did you and mama do today?

We went to the zoo.

- The zoo? - Mhmm.

And what did you see?

We saw a lion. It had a huge mane.

And we even saw a wolf!

Which, I'm not sure was a wolf or a fox.

But instead of hunting or chasing after their food,

they dig holes in the snow and then they jump into the holes

to get the food.

And did you know that a group of lion is called a pride?

Wow.

And we saw tortoises. We even saw bats.

Smile.

At the dinner table.

We learned that they used echolocation.

And echolocation is when--

Come on. Max, Come on. Let's go.

It's alright.

We'll be safe in the shelter.

Why do they make you sit here for so long?

There are no bombs dropping.

Seems vague.

Not even a proper unit number or commanding officer.

Yeah, that's right.

I step on a train eastbound.

Find out when I get there.

You're taking it with you?

No.

It's staying.

You got everything?

Everything I need.

For the train ride.

Thanks, mama.

Bye. I love you.

You sure we don't want to come to the station?

I can't.

We're proud of you.

You stay out of trouble, okay?

Look after these two lovebirds.

I'll take that.

Let's go.

Is this work work or church work?

It's church.

Come on, let's get you to bed, big boy.

Say goodnight to papa.

- Goodnight, papa. - Goodnight.

How are things at work?

Uh, good.

Looks like they're going to publish my patriotic statement

in the department newsletter.

Ah, you're on your way, young man. Mark my words.

Ignore it. We go in. What's he going to do?

No, you go on.

Do you want to get turned in?! Don't be an idiot.

Salomon!

Go!

Our 12th Article of Faith states--

and you can turn there with me if you like--

"We believe in being subject to kings, presidents,

rulers, magistrates,

in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law."

Would not this include our Führer

and the current laws of the Reich?

Each of us must ask ourselves,

can we pick and choose which of God’s laws we’ll follow?

Only the commandments we find most convenient?

The ones we happen to agree with?

I don't... I don't understand.

"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."

Yes.

Your entire life you’ve come inside this chapel

and learned of the peaceable things of the kingdom.

Of brotherhood, and kindness,

and love.

We can’t allow a lifetime of what we’ve learned

inside these doors to be lost

because of what was outside them this morning.

I love my country,

but there are things more important than patriotism.

But what do we do?

We do what we can.

What are you reading?

Thomas Mann.

They didn't burn this one, did they?

I guess they missed it.

His brother Heinrich is even harder to find.

Brother Berndt tore it down.

Everyone's very upset.

Not everyone.

I think it's just a matter of time now.

I could hide you.

With Hugo in the house, that would be interesting.

Not there, somewhere else.

I don't...

I'm German.

As much as you are.

As much as Karl or Rudi.

Or Bishop Zander.

I'm not going anywhere.

From London, this is the BBC.

For our German listeners, the truth.

Not the propaganda spoon-fed to you by those sly foxes

on the People's Radio.

And straight off the wire,

we report of the latest unprovoked attack

by Hitler's troops,

which took the lives of 17,000 innocent civ--

Salomon Schwarz!

Open the door Jew!

Let's go.

You know, I joined this church in 1933,

February the 19th.

They baptized me a little pond behind my house.

There was ice on the surface when I stepped into it,

but when I came up out of the water,

well I didn't feel the cold.

And I knew my life would never be the same.

And our Führer had just become Reich Chancellor.

It was an incredible time.

Here was a leader who believed in so many of the things

I'd learned to embrace in this church.

He didn't drink, didn't smoke,

believed in fasting, giving to the poor.

There were just too many similarities

for it to be a coincidence.

And I still believe that.

We can’t always expect to understand

why things happen the way they do.

Not yet, anyway.

People look at our little congregation

and think we--

we’re sympathetic to the enemy,

which couldn’t be further from the truth.

That’s why we have to avoid even the appearance of evil.

Never let anything shake your faith.

Be true to your convictions

and God will use you to further the work of His Reich.

Am I making any sense here?

Yes.

Alright then. I'll let you get back to your typing.

Bishop?

Hmm?

I have a lot of work to do.

Do you mind if I borrow the typewriter?

Hey, whose down there?