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Hitler goes to
a fortune-teller and asks,

"When will I die?"

And the fortune-teller replies,

"On a Jewish holiday."

Hitler then asks,
"How do you know that?"

And she replies, "Any day you
die will be a Jewish holiday."

Curfew in half an hour!

So you ask me as a Jew,

"How could you tell a joke
like that at a time like that?"

That's how we survived,

and those were some of the
things that kept us going.

Everything else,
the Germans had taken.

They built high walls covered in
barbwire to shut us in the ghetto.

We were isolated from the rest of the
world for years without any news.

So we relied
on the little things…

a dark joke, a sunny day,

a hopeful rumor.

That's why I would go and sit
by the ghetto wall…

and look at the tree
where I first kissed Hannah.

And it was by that wall
that it all started.

With a single sheet
of newspaper.

Mama? No! It's too dangerous.

Mama? Where can she go? No!

Mama?
Hurry. Run.

Please leave.
Go, go, go!

Darling!

We'll see you soon!
We love you, Lina!

Halt!

What are you doing there? Trying
to escape from the ghetto?

Name! Heym. J-Jakob Heym.

Don't you know it's punishable
by death for a Jew…

to be in the streets
after curfew?

You're right.
Of course you're right.

One hundred percent correct. But I
don't think the siren went off yet.

Oh, a smart Jew.
Go over there.

Present yourself to
the officer on duty…

and tell him you were out
after 8:00.

- But it's not 8:00.
- Are you arguing?

- No.
- Go!

♪ Roll it out, roll it out ♪
♪ Roll out the barrels ♪

♪ Sing a song of good cheer ♪
♪ 'cause the whole gang is here ♪

♪ Roll it out, roll it out ♪

♪ Let's do ♪
♪ the Beer Barrel Polka ♪

This is the radio of
the German Armed Forces Network.

Heil Hitler. Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

We will now broadcast
a special bulletin.

In the course of a hard-fought
defensive battle,

the heroic troops
of the Fatherland,

under the command
of General von Hartung,

succeeded in driving back the
Russian forces near Bezanika.

Bezanika? Bezanika is a
very strategic point…

of this sector.

We will now broadcast a
message from our fuhrer.

Bezanika?
The Russians are there.

Only 400 kilometers away.

They're in Poland.

What are you doing here?

The sentry in the marketplace said
I should come to Your Royalness…

for my proper punishment.

Although I hadn't
heard the siren, and with due respect,

if his watch is right,
then your clock is wrong.

But that is for you to decide.

Decide?
What?

My appropriate punishment.

Even though… I take the
liberty of repeating myself…

it's not yet quite 8:00.

It still isn't 8:00. It's
only three minutes to 8:00.

No.
Two minutes to 8:00.

Then the gentleman… the sentry
was just making fun of me.

Just because a war is going
on doesn't mean that…

people should stop playing
jokes on one another.

May I?

We Jews are partial
to jokes too.

Do you live far from here?
Ten minutes, if I run.

Then hurry.

Please, may I have a pass?

Now what do I do, Hannah?
I'm locked outside.

It's crazy, Hannah. I may be the
only Jew for 400 kilometers…

trying to get back
into the ghetto.

Hurry.

To get across that distance,
you have to be a mouse.

Oh, God of the Jews,

why didn't you make Your
people a race of mice?

I ask You quite frankly, what
good does it do to be a man?

I'm going. I go.

Not yet!

You have to wait for the
searchlight to go by. Who are you?

Lina Kronstein.
I'm ten and a half.

How old are you?
Watch out!

What are you doing here anyway?
Trying to escape?

Where? A Jew would not last
five minutes out there.

So you're going back in? Yes.

May I come with you?

With me?
Huh? Me?

Why me?
Who else?

All right.

Come on.

Wait.
Oh, you're scared?

No. Terrified.

Come on!
This way!

Here.
Thank you, little mouse.

Hide! Police!

Here.

Bye-bye, little girl.

Thanks for saving my life.
You'll have to excuse me.

I'm very tired. I'm going home.
You should do the same.

Maybe I'll take the train.

Yeah, bye-bye.

Ding-ding. Ding-ding.
Ding. All right.

Where would you like to go?

Do you have any money
for your fare?

Come on. You can't stay here.
You have to go home.

Where are your parents?

Come on!

Our apartment is much nicer.

We have a living room.

Yeah, well, when there were
ten people crammed in here,

I'll show you no living room.

If you don't like it,
find another hotel.

That's not a nice thing
to say to me.

Oh, excuse me.
Where do I sleep?

Upstairs. Come on.
Why can't I sleep here?

Because if you sleep here, some nosy
neighbor might see you and then denounce me.

Then the Germans will come.
Come on.

Hey, kitty. Leave the cat alone.

Don't you like cats? No.
I'd prefer a rat.

I don't want to see you
playing with that cat.

And I certainly don't want to see
you try to catch it and eat it.

Any cat that lets itself
get caught is sick.

All right, but what
am I supposed to eat?

You don't have any
ration coupons for me.

That's true.

I'll burn that bridge
when I get to it.

Here we are.

Look, huh?

There's heat from the chimney.

Here.
It's a book about Africa.

You read this,
you forget you're hungry.

- Don't worry. I'm used to it.
- Yeah. Come on.

- What's wrong?
- I lost my doll.

Sorry. I don't have any dolls.
Why not?

Well, me and my wife
didn't have any children.

Where is your wife?
Did they put her on a train?

No, they shot her!

Under a tree.

Don't ask me what kind of tree.
I didn't bother to ask.

Time for sleep, hmm?

It's crazy, Hannah.

I manage to more or less smuggle
myself through the war.

I even got out of
the Kommandantur alive.

And now I'm supposed to
take care of a little girl.

Yeah, I know we wanted a child.

But you usually have them as babies,
and you get a chance to know them.

That's true.

But what if the Germans find her? I'm
the one who's going to have to pay.

If the Russians
are that close, well,

it's only a few days, right?

♪ Bezanika ♪

♪ Germans are dying ♪
♪ each day ♪

♪ Bezanika ♪

♪ Russians are ♪
♪ on their way ♪

Kowalsky! We're closed.
We're closed.

Time to open. Leave me alone.
Go away.

Damn it.
What are you doing?

You can't kill yourself.
You got a reason why not?

I have a good one… that's
just between you and me.

You won't believe this. Yesterday
evening, something very funny happened.

Actually, not that funny.
What?

You might not find it funny, but
that's why I caught this cold.

- Get to the point.
- What the point is, my friend…

Yesterday, after curfew,
I was in the Kommandantur.

- Are you an informer?
- Are you out of your mind?

No Jew leaves the Kommandantur
alive unless he's an informer.

Don't tell me lies.
I'm desperate, not stupid.

- Get out of here, please. Please leave me alone.
- Fine. Go ahead.

Do you want the last thing
people to say is Kowalsky didn't

keep his part of a bargain?

- What?
- I'm entitled to a shave and haircut every day.

In exchange, you're entitled to eat as
many pancakes as you want in my cafe.

You haven't made pancakes
for three years.

What can I do about that? The
Germans don't let any potatoes in.

- That doesn't stop your beard from growing.
- That's not my fault.

A deal's a deal.

Good. Here. What are you complaining about?
You have a dull razor.

Would you sit down, please?

Barber with a dull razor's
like a blind moyel.

No insults. Sit down, please.
Here we go. Thank you.

Here. Enough.

Good. Good. Enough.

Good.
Good, good.

Mischa. Mischa.

- Professor.
- No, thank you.

Excuse me.
My respects, Professor.

I'm afraid I caught a cold last night.
Do you have some medical advice?

You know my prescription. A fine cigar
and a brandy taken in Monte Carlo.

Give me your hand. Thank you.
Thank you.

You have a good night?
Good night?

If you call three suicides balanced
by one birth a good night, yes.

Splendid, wonderful night.

Line up! Two at a time!
Pick a partner!

Music!

Herschel, you need a partner?
Yes, but not with cough.

Professor. Two weak men
don't make a strong man.

I need help.
Help me.

Mischa, you forgot me.

Okay, but I unload, you carry.
What's in it for me?

Pleasure of my company, Jakob.

I have to eat.
Do I have to feed you?

Jakob.

Jakob.
Uh…

All right.
Come on.

You all right?
Yes, thank you.

Mischa?
Where are you?

Sneaking a cigarette?
Is that it?

Huh?

Oh, my God! Are you meshuga?
It's forbidden to do that.

Forbidden? It could be you and
me in here one day. Don't you

think we should do something?

You want my opinion? The best thing to
do is nothing. I don't want to be shot.

What way would you prefer to die, huh?
Go away. Don't stand around here.

I can't let you
do something stupid!

Can you stop me?
I'm your manager.

Yes, well, you're not
a very good one.

You're not a very good boxer.

You want to try me? We're
not the same weight class.

- Oh-ho!
- Guard.

The guard is coming.

You'll make a good-looking corpse.
Yes.

Maybe I'll take
one of those bastards with me.

No, don't! The Russians
are in Bezanika.

Mm-hmm. And I heard Hitler was
applying to be chief rabbi in Berlin.

It's the truth.
Let go.

I heard it on the radio.

It's forbidden to talk.
Go to work.

Yes. We…

What are you laughing at?

Forgive me, but I just
heard some very good news.

Go, go!

You'll get shot.

You have a radio?
Who said that?

You said that. You did. No, I didn't.
I did not.

What have we been talking about?
Shut up!

You sneaky bastard.

You had a radio all this time.
I can't believe it.

I don't have a radio. I just said
that to keep you from getting shot.

Nobody would tell you
he has one if he doesn't.

I hope you realize the penalty
for having a radio is death.

I was lying!

Lying, huh? If you had the radio and
you didn't want anyone to find out,

the best way to make sure of that
would be to tell people you had one,

because they'd know you were lying,
because no one who owned a radio…

would be stupid enough
to admit it,

and they'd leave
you alone, which means…

What does it mean, Jakob?
I don't know.

It means you've got a radio.

I don't have a radio.
Yes, yes. Shh.

I understand.

Go, go.
Shh.

Psst! Don't worry, Jakob.
You can trust me.

I'll keep it under my hat.

You better,
because if you don't,

you better start the Kaddish
now, because I'm a dead man.

Jakob?
What?

- I'm going to start training again.
- Tell your new manager.

Hello, Ana.
How are you?

Are you taking a trip somewhere?

I think it's too dangerous
for you if I stay,

so I should go
with my parents after all.

May I take your book?

You're not going anywhere
until you eat your supper.

Aren't you eating?
Eat. Always eat.

It's not good to stuff
yourself till bursting.

Mischa. Have you been
in another fight?

No, it's nothing.
I have very good news.

Good news?
What good news?

Hello, Mrs. Frankfurter.
Hello.

Hello, Mr…
Shh.

How are you today?

Mr. Frankfurter, I have
something to ask you. Shh.

I've already beaten you, Papa.

Until the last line has
been spoken, the curtain…

cannot come down. Cannot come down.
Yes, yes.

Excuse me. Mr. Frankfurter. Shh.

You have something to ask me?

I am prepared to help you with the
overcrowding in this apartment.

Oh, before I forget, for you.

Two rutabagas.

I know it's not much. It doesn't
seem a fair exchange for…

Mr. Frankfurter.

Mrs. Frankfurter.

I am here to ask
for the hand of your daughter.

Come with me for a minute.

You know where we are?

Over there are trains coming to take us
away and you're making matrimonial plans?

Young man, we have learned to live
without firewood, without potatoes,

without decent clothing,
without the sound of children,

but no one can live
without a future.

We have a future, Mr. Frankfurter.
The war's about to end.

Yes, someday, but who'll
be here to see it?

We will. Our war is nearly over.
You can almost count the hours.

Don't do this to my family. Don't come
here and fill our heads with false hope!

Do you know where Bezanika is?

Do I know where Bezanika is? I
played King Lear there three times.

"As flies to… ""To wanton…"

"As flies to wanton boys are we to the
gods. They kill us for their sport."

Then you know that Bezanika is
less than 400 kilometers away.

So what do I care? And the glorious
Red Army is there tonight.

Probably even closer by now. Stalin
called to tell you this news personally?

In absolute confidence,
just between you and me…

and Rosa
and Mrs. Frankfurter…

and Avron and Judith and…

- Hello.
- Hi.

Jakob Heym told me.

Oh, Jakob Heym, the
illustrious pancake vendor.

Well, if he said it,
it must be true.

He's got a radio.

Please, don't tell anyone. It
could be dangerous for him.

And you never said anything about it.
You've been listening to a radio.

Don't worry. It doesn't even have a plug.
And I'm going to reduce it to splinters.

Close the door.

We couldn't just listen
to it for a moment?

Excuse me. Would you be
so kind as to tell me…

what happens when Gestapo finds out
that the pancake vendor has a radio?

Answer…
they will search the ghetto.

What will they find?
This radio.

I can explain that I never listened to it.
They will shoot me anyway.

For an encore, they'll hang me in the square
by the neck right next to that idiot Heym.

Morning.

Good morning, Jakob.

Gut Morgan.

Gut Morgan.
Ja.

So, what's… what's new? Hmm.

Nothing much, you know.
Kvart's wife left him.

Ohh!
Yeah.

Under the circumstances, seems a
little pointless. Ohh. That's too bad.

You know, women.
Since Adam.

Hmm. You don't say. Yeah.

Do you have anything to keep my hair from
falling out? How long have we been friends?

What does it have to do
with my hair falling out?

Do you have that green stuff you
used to rub on Stamtisch's head?

You come every morning for a free shave,
and you never said anything about a radio.

What radio? I have as many
radios as I have potatoes.

Everybody knows that
you got a radio.

What do you mean,
everybody knows?

Not everybody, but it's
traveling at least as fast

as the news about Kvart's wife.

Really? So by the evening,
the Gestapo will know.

You still have that rope?
I may need it before you.

Mischa says the Russians
killed so many Germans,

they were able to drive the tanks
across the river on their bodies.

Did Mischa say that? Yes, he did.
Is this true?

Is it?
Jakob?

Hello. Jakob, I was
looking for you.

I want you to be the first to
know I'm engaged to Rosa. Oh!

Mazel tov! But what about Thank you.
Our news?

I only told family and friends
and Frankfurter.

Schmuck! You told a barber!

A barber… the biggest mouth in town.
Off you go to work!

Murderer.

Move! I'm sorry, Jakob.
You want a partner?

Jakob, you need a partner?
You need a partner, Jakob?

He is my partner. No!
I work with Samuel.

I'm your partner,
Jakob. Me.

Stop. I know bubkes.

So, how many kilometers
did they make today?

Get off my back.

Excuse me. Your friend Jakob, did
he tell you about the front line?

Well, he asked me not to say.

What?

Mischa,
can he get the B.B.C.?

Huh? Huh? B.B.C.? Of course.

Please, Jakob, give me something.
Go away.

Don't tell me you haven't listened
since yesterday. Yesterday?

Oh, yesterday! Yesterday, there
was a program of dance music.

Maybe after work,
I could teach you the tango.

Shit!

Listen.

There was a program
of music yesterday.

Russian music.

I'm telling you,
we'll never see the Russians.

Shh.

We'll never see
the Russians, huh? So what are those?

Mr. Frankfurter,
the Russians.

They're going to bomb us.

This is the good news?

Germans.

They look like Germans to me.

According to your information, they
were retreating under Russian attack.

Well, uh…

They're, uh…
They're flying east and, uh…

And-And use your
brains a little.

If the Germans are headed in that
direction, which is where Bezanika is,

and the Russians are
headed there also,

so they tell us, I
think… Exactly.

If the Russians are there, they're not
going to sit and have a picnic. Huh?

I wouldn't think so.

For this bread, three rutabagas.
Two turnips.

No, for two turnips,
half a bread.

Three-quarters because it's you.

Achtung.
Achtung.

Achtung!
Achtung!

Stay away from the train!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot, please!

Roman, I heard voices
coming from those boxcars.

Are you crazy?
Come on. Come on.

The show is over!
Back to your work.

- I heard voices, I tell you.
- Pretend there are just potatoes in there.

Oh, yeah. It's the latest German
invention… potatoes that talk.

It's human voices!
We've got to speak to them.

What can you say to the dead?

What's the matter
with you, Jakob?

You're the one who told us the
Russians would be here any moment.

You want to keep that to yourself?
It's none of our business.

What's wrong with you?
Sit down.

They have the right to know.

Eat.
I don't want to eat.

Someone help me!
Someone help me, please!

Hey!
Do you hear me?

We have information. The Russians are
almost here. They're at Bezanika.

We all saw the plane.

Yes, please believe me.

Please.

You don't understand.
We have a radio…

Roman, no.

Roman!
You want to get killed too?

- Roman…
- You did this!

Did you have to shout from the
rooftops that the war is over?

Look where it got us!

Don't blame yourself.

If Herschel wanted to save the
world, that was his choice.

We need more Jews like Herschel.

At least he tried to give these people
some hope. He's a hero, like you.

I'm not a hero.
I'm a latke vendor.

A latke vendor with a radio.

Who just killed a friend.

If you hang yourself,
I'll kill you.

Jakob. Jakob.

Are you going to listen to London?
No.

I can't take any more. You must tell me.
The Russians…

No Russians, no radio,
no nothing!

Understand?
What do you mean?

What do I mean? I mean I don't have the
slightest idea where the Russians are.

I'm a liar.
All right?

You'll burn them.
Let me do it.

I'm perfectly capable
of frying mushrooms.

I know. I ran a restaurant before the war.
A restaurant?

Oh, yeah.
A very quaint one.

We made latkes.
You know, potato pancakes.

And blintzes stuffed
with apricot jam.

And in the summer,
ice creams and fruit juices.

Did your wife work with you?

Why are you always asking questions?
Why do you never answer them?

I already ate.
Eat.

And after you've eaten,
you can do the washing up.

I hate washing up. I did
the cooking, didn't I?

When the war is over,
can I be a waitress?

What about school? I'll go
to school in the morning.

And afterwards,
I'll serve customers.

You don't have to pay me. Just let
me eat as many pancakes as I want.

Ah.
Just like Kowalsky.

Open the window.

Look, your friend the boxer.

Are they fighting? No. Maybe
later they're fighting.

Looks like Mischa thinks
the war is over.

He's trying to get her
to go to his apartment.

Doesn't she want to go?

Very much. Then why
doesn't she go?

Well, you'll discover these
things when you're older.

When?

No more questions.
Come on.

Spirit,

if the Russians
have reached Pry,

knock twice.

Ask it something useful, Max.

Like where your daughter is
this time of night.

She's with Mischa.
That's what I'm afraid of.

He's involved with
this troublemaker Heym.

They're gonna drag Rosa into it.

On the other hand, if Rosa
doesn't sleep home, it's better.

If they arrest us,
she won't be here.

Some consolation.
Max!

The days are so difficult now. Let them
do what they want with their nights.

So? Did you listen to the radio?
Any progress at the front?

What's the news? Did the Russians
shoot down those planes?

Stop torturing me. The Germans
are already doing a fine job.

Samuel.

Ah, Samuel.

- Is it suicide?
- He didn't need to.

He just gave up and pulled
the blankets under his chin.

Stupid thing for Samuel to do
when the Russians are that close.

Because they are, aren't they?

Yes, Professor.
What?

The radio says they are.

So, Hannah, the truth can kill.

Samuel died because
I told him the truth.

And that crazy Herschel died
because he believed in news…

from a radio that doesn't exist.

So that's dangerous too.

Whatever I do, I'm wrong.

Hunger for hope may be worse
than hunger for food.

So, what's new?

I have to feed them
something, Hannah.

But what?

Well…

Elements of the 16th Army,

supported by flamethrowers
of the shock troops…

of the Leningrad Division,

are advancing with
mechanized armored units…

of Stalin's Soviet
6th Brigade…

in a easterly direction
under massive air cover.

Easterly?

Then they're headed
the wrong way.

No, no.

It's just a feint. To throw
the Germans off, right?

- Exactly.
- Why would they announce that on the radio?

Strategy. To make the Germans think
they're going to invade China.

- You have to remember, it's a world war.
- Exactly right.

For example, in Africa…

there are tribes of man-eating cannibals
who've never seen a white man.

- We don't want news about cannibals.
- Why not?

We want to know if the Russians
are finally going to get here.

Well…

Technically, they're retreating, but
strategically, they're advancing.

- What does that mean?
- Let me show you.

Hmm?
Ahh.

Here is the front line.
Here is Bezanika.

The Russians have that.

Here's Pry.
The Germans have that.

Here is the railroad junction
at Rudna.

That's what the Luftwaffe were
trying to protect yesterday.

Exactly right. And the Germans don't
want the Americans to take that.

So the Americans
are in the war too?

Well, they didn't say they
were there personally.

They have problems of their won.

They're fighting on another front.
But for now, they're sending tanks.

Tanks? How many?

Not many.
But enough.

And brand-new, right off
the boat from Chicago.

Chicago?
Yes.

How could you tell
they were American?

Well, you-you get
to know the difference.

American tanks, it's a
different noise entirely.

What kind of noise?
Clean.

Yeah.
You can hear the horns.

On the tank? No, the band.
The jazz band.

Jazz band? They sent a jazz
band to cheer up their allies.

Saxophone?
Clarinets.

Sounds like Benny Goodman.

Lady singers? Andrews Sisters?
Three of them.

Maybe their cousins.
Sounds so beautiful.

And all the time in the background
I could hear the Russian guns.

It's the most beautiful thing
I've ever heard in my whole life.

You know, the jazz band, the
artillery, everything.

It seems liberation is near.

Jakob Heym may not be the messiah,
but he could be a prophet.

Prophets speak in the name of God. All
the pancake vendor has is a radio.

Shh! He's saying the
same thing Isaiah said…

"People of Israel, I will
lead you out of bondage."

"Out of bondage." If this
is what we get from Isaiah,

I can't wait to find out the
results from the pancake vendor.

He must be stopped.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is crazy.

I know, Hannah.

But when I started
to make up those things,

I almost believed them.

I know.

The point is, what am I
going to invent tomorrow?

In my whole life, my greatest
invention was an apricot pancake.

A latke.

My crowning achievement.

Latkes and lies.

Lina?

Lina!

What are you doing here?

Look what I made for you.

I'm not hungry.

What do you mean,
you're not hungry?

This is turnip soup,
made from real turnips, huh?

Oh, it's delicious. Try it.
No, thank you.

You haven't eaten cat, have you?
Of course not.

Then it's the mushrooms. Those
mushrooms were bad. Don't worry.

It's better not to be hungry
than to be hungry, isn't it?

Sneaky bastard. He's got
the radio in the attic, Rosa.

He's trying to get to London.
I'm sure of it.

Are you going to marry
Jakob Heym or me?

Rosa, we're not the only
two people in the world.

Think about the resistance that's going
to get organized because of this radio.

Maybe I should have put up
a little more resistance.

Then you'd pay
more attention to me.

Do you want more attention?

Maybe.

Come on. Let's
try to get some sleep.

Napoleon always made sure he
got a good night's sleep…

before his big battles.

And he didn't do too badly.

Go, go! Get
away, you bad cat!

Something is going on. I knew it.
I have to see where he's going.

Mischa, it's curfew.
I know.

What if the Russians attack and I'm
lying around here? Where's my hat?

- Mischa!
- I love you. You know that.

I… love you too.

Look at this.
Look here. Look.

Your Mischa leaves our
daughter at home alone so he

can run around with this Jakob.

Something must be done
about this nonsense.

Max!

Mischa! You
frightened me!

So, that snob Kirschbaum is in on it too?
Why, because he's a doctor?

Yeah, because he's a doctor.

Go.
Leave me alone!

I know you think I'm stupid, but I'm not
stupid. No.No, I know what's going on.

You heard a message from London, and
now you're going to tell Kirschbaum.

That's it, isn't it? You were hit
in the head too many times, Mischa.

Good evening. Professor doesn't see
patients at this time of the night.

I'm a personal friend
of the doctor's.

Professional colleague
at the freight yard.

Your name?
My name is Jakob Heym.

The Jakob Heym?

I imagined you much taller.
So did I.

Come in.

- Jakob Heym!
- Professor.

Please sit down.
Thank you.

My diploma. Forty years ago.
More than forty years.

I always knew this diploma
would come in useful.

So, what can I do for you?

- I have a girl in my attic.
- I'm a doctor, not a confessor.

Oh, no, no, please.
She's only ten years old.

She escaped from one
of the transports.

I've been taking care of her. I'm doing
my best, but I think she's very sick.

Come.

I'll show you my pharmacy.
Thank you.

There's nothing there.

Here, look.

All I have.

The only medicine we could give her
is some of that good news of yours.

Like the American tanks.

I mean, even if the jazz band…

was a little too much.

Benny Goodman.

Don't you think so?

That's a wonderful medicine
you have, Jakob. Wonderful.

I admire what you're doing.
I really do.

So let's go and see
this little friend of yours.

Esther, my bag
and my coat, please.

Pancakes.

Oh, my God!

Kowalsky!

You need an emergency shave?

The Russians will be here whether
Heym has a radio or not, won't they?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Mr. Kowalsky.
Hmm?

You and I are in
the same profession.

After all, who knows more about human
nature than actors and barbers?

You have your stage,
I have mine.

Now I risk treading on yours
to make a solemn plea.

Tell your friend Jakob to destroy
the radio before it destroys us.

Destroy it? The radio? Yes.

Your friend Jakob
is preparing an uprising.

That's ridiculous. This isn't the
kind of ghetto that rises up.

Even to think of it
is blasphemy.

Jews put their trust
in God to protect them.

Yes, well, we have to admit that that line
of reasoning hasn't gotten us very far.

If you don't believe me about
the uprising, answer this…

What are Jakob Heym and the prizefighter
doing walking around after curfew?

- Mischa is in this?
- Up to his neck.

Stupid, stupid.
Oh, my God.

Anybody could see us here.

What do you think?
They don't have eyes?

Shh! Quiet!

Professor, it's
really very important to me.

It's not very far.
Right this way.

Could somebody please
tell me what's the point of this?

Shh. Shh.
Shh. Shh.

There. You see? What's he
doing out this time of night?

What are we doing out
at this time of night?

What's this?

When a man loses his fear of the
Almighty, he's capable of anything.

Yeah?

I hope to God not to find out
disgusting things about Heym.

What do you mean,
disgusting things?

His private affairs are none of
our concern. Look for the radio.

Only a complete idiot would
hide a radio in the kitchen.

- Maybe we should try the cellar.
- Yes, the cellar.

Let's go. Come on. Let's
get out of here. Let's go.

This way, Professor. Oh, my God!
He's here.

Not so fast. Only one
more floor, Professor.

- Shut up!
- Slow down. I have a heart condition.

I am exhausted.
Right here.

Wait, wait, wait.

I need to rest. I need
to rest a little bit.

Professor, what if the
Russians said that?

Yeah, you're right.

Yes, Kirschbaum is part of the resistance.
I would have bet money on it.

He keeps it in the attic.

Jakob, there are thieves
in your apartment.

My apartment?

What's to steal?

Now, come on.
Lie down.

And you do everything
the professor says.

Let's see.

Stick out your tongue like a frog
trying to catch a fly and say "Ah."

"Ah."
"Ah."

All we have here
is a little tummy ache.

Too much ice cream.

Chocolate, maybe?
Huh?

She is very sick.
Boiled water only.

And some of your medicine maybe.

It's in here.

If they are listening to the radio,
we could be considered accomplices.

Oh, my God! We'd better
wait for them there.

That's a very good point. I love
your point. Let's get out of here.

- What are you doing here?
- Hello.

My God, Kowalsky.
You too?

Yes, you know, I think it's
really for the best, Jakob.

Mr. Heym.
I really do.

Mr. Heym,

I don't know if you realize the
danger in which we have been placed.

There are informers in the ghetto who
will do anything for a few potatoes.

Therefore, I beg you,
as a father and a husband,

please destroy that radio before
the Germans find out about it.

You want me to destroy my radio?

I do, yes.

All right.

I'll destroy it.
It's a dangerous thing.

I admit that.
Good. Good.

Destroy the radio.

But since Mr. Heym has accepted
to share the information with us,

there has not been a single case
of suicide in the entire ghetto.

This is true?
It is true!

The professor
has a very good point.

Very good point.
Think about it.

Now… It's…

It saves lives.

That's a very good reason
to keep it.

- I have a suggestion.
- What?

We could listen to
the latest news,

and then destroy the radio.
That's a very good idea.

My God! These idiots want
to defy You once again.

Stop them!
I beg You.

- It's a power cut.
- It's a miracle.

Sorry, gentlemen.

No more radio.
No more news.

Good night.
Thank you for coming.

No electricity. Nothing.

It's sabotage. It's
sabotage of the resistance.

Stop! We go back. Oh, my God.

We can't go back.

Thank You.

It's a miracle.

It's sabotage. It's
sabotage of the resistance.

Miracle!
Sabotage!

Miracle, miracle, miracle!
Shut up!

Here, here, drink.

Because you've got to get well,

because your parents
are coming back.

And when they do, we're going to have
the biggest party you've ever seen.

I'll be back.

Jakob, is it true
you've got a radio?

Not you too?

Please. I've heard you have a radio.
I'd really like to see it.

I was a baby when
they took ours away.

If you promise me to get well,

I promise you,
you can listen to my radio…

if the power comes back on.

- Do you mean it?
- Would I lie to you?

So, what's new?
New? Oy.

Anybody would think you're
happy about the power cut.

Well, God's will be done.

I think that green stuff
is working.

Stamtisch never complained.
So? Yeah? Hello.

I know I'm not
a member of the club,

but, uh, I thought you might
want to hear my idea anyway.

I don't.
You see?

Mischa was thinking, Mr. Heym, if the
electricity can't come to your radio,

maybe you can take your
radio to the electricity.

What are you talking about?

Electricity.

Voila. You see? It's only certain
streets that are affected.

We could bring the radio here.

Bring the radio here?
Mm-hmm.

That's a great idea.
I love this idea.

It's the best idea I've ever heard
in my life. What a wonderful idea.

Bring radio here.
Absolutely.

You put up a big sign
in Polish and German…

so that everyone will know
there's a radio in my shop.

I could charge admission, with reduced prices
for the Gestapo and soldiers in uniform.

Put up loudspeakers.
I could sell refreshments.

What about dances in between news reports?
We could have dances.

I could invite the Luftwaffe and give
them all shaves before they hang me.

It won't work. I'll tell
you why it won't work.

I know Jakob better than
anyone, and he won't give you

the dirt from under his
fingernails…

begging your pardon, Jakob… let
alone lend you his precious radio.

- You're saying I'm cheap?
- What else do you call a man…

who's got himself free shaves
every day for four years…

without giving so much as a
sniff of a pancake in return?

I thought you were my friend.

Friends can say these things
about each other.

So, shall we, uh, go and
fetch it, huh? Yeah.

- What if the Germans see us with it?
- What if they damage it?

It's a shame there are no children left.
We could have put it in a child's coffin.

The Germans don't pay much attention
to dead children. Oh, no.

Let's go.

- No. We can't. It'd never work.
- Why?

No, no. He'll never let you do it.
Why?

He'll say it costs him
too much in electricity, hmm?

- What? Now you're saying I'm cheap?
- You're not cheap?

- I'm cheap?
- Oh, you are. Yes, you're cheap!

- You're cheaper. -Every day,
you're supposed to

have one pancake for one shave.

But no, you don't have one pancake.
You eat five pancakes every morning!

And you stuff your face until you
can't get up from the table!

Bring the damn radio.
I'll show you how cheap I am!

No, you're not that cheap.

Now, that's a mensch. That's not a mensch.
That's a meshuggenah!

Kowalsky, wait!

I didn't mean it.
You're not cheap.

What are you waiting for?
Go.

Can't do it.

Why not?

My nerves.
I'm a coward.

You get to know
these things about yourself.

There are some people, they look inside, they
find things nobody ever knew were there.

Like Jakob.

Then there's the rest of us.

Kowalsky.

You can't force a man
to risk his life.

I'll keep it at my place. The power
will come back sooner or later.

And by then, the news will be
even better, won't it, Jakob?

Yeah, like cheese.

Hey, Kowalsky,
you need a partner?

Take off… Take off your hats!

Hardtloff.

The Liquidator.

What's he doing here?
What do you think?

It looks like it's time
to pack our bags.

What does our prophet
have to say about this?

What's the prognosis, Doctor?

Supraventricular
tachycardia. Could be.

Good. Sounds serious.
It is serious.

How long can you live with that?

How long can we live with him?
That's the question.

Ah.
Feeling better.

Tonight is Shabbat.

Great.

We'll fast like
every other night.

You're not a very
good Jew, are you?

Hannah used to light
the candles.

Don't you believe?

I believe we are
the chosen people,

but I wish the Almighty
had chosen somebody else.

But you're still a Jew,
aren't you?

In the eyes of the Gestapo,

I'm the biggest Yid
they've ever seen.

The light.

No miracles for
part-time Jews, huh?

Do you remember what
you promised, don't you?

I remember.
I got better since then.

And now you want
to listen to the radio.

Well, you can't. I got rid of it.
Why?

Why?
I gave it to Mischa.

Why? "Why," "why." Always "why."

He was driving me crazy.

Gestapo!
Open the door!

I don't think it's very
clever hiding under a bed.

This is not a discussion.

Hello.
You?

If the German electricians only knew
the trouble they were going through…

just to get your radio
working again.

It's funny, isn't it?
May you die laughing.

What do you want? I want
to listen to the radio.

Please, Jakob. I have to know what's taking
them so long. I have to make my wedding plans.

That's quite impossible.
Why is it impossible?

"Why, "why." Everybody's
"why." Yes, why?

It's not even your radio anymore.
It belongs to everyone now.

You're waiting for someone?

Hmm? Who is it?
You can tell me.

And then you'll
tell everyone else.

And soon the Gestapo's
knocking on the door for real.

You're hiding someone, huh?

Yes.

Why couldn't you think this quick in
the ring, huh? Someone important?

Oh, very important.

I'll tell you all about it tomorrow,
but right now we need our privacy.

To think that of all people,
my old manager, Jakob Heym.

Schmuck!

Mischa need the radio.

All right, I lied.

I lied…

because it's a sin to listen
to a radio on Shabbat.

But you don't observe Shabbat.

Where does it lead?

To the radio. But you
must do everything I say.

Promise? All right. Promise.

So, this is your restaurant?
It was. More of a cafe, but…

You sit here, huh?

All right?
And, uh, don't move.

If you move,
the radio won't work.

I'm, uh… I'm going
to go turn it on,

and we both are going
to listen to it.

But if I see you get up,
the radio goes right off.

Hmm? Hey.
All right.

Now I turn it on.

There.

It takes just a few moments
for the tubes to heat up,

and once they're warmed up
you'll hear talking, huh?

It's heating up now.

Whew.
We don't want him, huh?

Good
evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This is the B.B.C. in London.

Tonight we have a special guest,

the prime minister
of Greater Britain,

the very honorable
Winston Churchill,

who is just now coming into the
studio, putting out his cigar.

Good
evening, ladies and gentlemen…

and everybody in Poland.

He likes the Polish, doesn't he?

Of course. We're his allies.
Psst!

Mr. Churchill, if we
only have a little bit of time,

I would like you to bring us up to
date on the events around Bezanika.

I'd be delighted.

That is my area of exper…

Gesundheit, Mr. Churchill.

Excuse me.

The cigar smoke
gets up one's nose.

Where was I?

Bezanika, in Poland.

I know where Bezanika is.
I'm not stupid.

And I was on the phone
with Mr. Stalin,

who told me his troops
were doing wonderfully.

Is that not so, Mr. Stalin?

- Da.
- Does that mean it's nearly over?

That's a very good question.

He heard me!

We remind our
listeners not to ask questions,

as that might interfere
with reception.

And please,
don't look at the radio.

But it's still
a very good question.

And the answer is yes!

The whole megillah
will soon be over,

and that shmendrick Hitler
will be gone.

And that brings to an end
our special bulletin for Poland.

We remind our young listeners to brush their
teeth before going to bed. Seige-sund.

- I turn it off now, huh?
- What about music?

Music?
Turn around.

Music.

Now, in memory of peacetime,

which will soon
be with us again,

a little dance music.

From the Grand Ballroom
in London,

an evening concert.

May I have this dance,
mademoiselle?

Do you know how to polka?
I teach you.

Stand on my feet, huh?

There you go.

Good morning.
Good morning.

What's the latest?
It's not up yet.

What?
Good morning.

But I have some good news.
I saw him yesterday.

He's hiding a parachutist
from London.

A parachutist?

Now they have parachutists.

How do I beat that?
Flying tanks?

They need news,
but I have no new ideas.

What can I invent now, Hannah?
Submarines?

Ha! The latest.

Ask anybody else.

I'm the only one in this whole
ghetto who's got no news, Hannah.

Hey, what are you doing?

You gonna work today or is this
a one-man strike?

Hey, come on. Come on. Jakob,
what the hell are you doing?

I have to go.
Dysentery.

Jakob, are you out of your mind?

You're gonna commit suicide.
That's a German toilet!

Can't wait.

You're gonna get shot,
you crazy bastard.

Ah!

"Massive traffic in Munich."

"Miracle cure for
hemorrhoids." Shit!

"Sunny with occasional
showers in Berlin."

"Heidi, I miss you. Franz."

"In memoriam. In memoriam."

"In memoriam. In memoriam. In memoriam."
"Loyal son of the Fatherland."

"Dear Nazis."
Good news. Bad news.

Ah! News.

"The Luftwaffe Reserves
beat the Kriegsmarine…

3-2 in a hard-fought
but fair game."

Thank You. The Jews will rejoice
at this news.

Oy.

Oh!

God, a miracle, please?

All right.

♪ Your father cleans up ♪
♪ after horses ♪

♪ Listen to me closely I'll explain ♪
♪ Oy vey ♪

♪ Your mama sleeps nights ♪
♪ in the park ♪

Hello? Hello?

♪ Your father's doing time in prison ♪ ♪

♪ Your sister sleeps with a chozer ♪
♪ Oy vey ♪

♪ Your sister sleeps with a chozer ♪
♪ Oy vey ♪

Kowalsky,
you're out of your mind!

Are you all right?
What does it…

What does it matter now
that you, Jakob Heym,

the illustrious pancake vendor,
get to crap like a king?

So, now that you've shared a
toilet seat with the master race,

maybe you'll feel good enough
to tell us the news, huh?

Yesterday, Churchill
addressed the Polish people.

The Polish? You want the
latest news or don't you?

Shh.
Our apologies.

The main item…

was that the Luftwaffe soccer team beat
the Kriegsmarine by three goals to two.

That's it?

You want the latest news?
Su ganush. That's it.

Churchill is on the B.B.C. giving
out German Army sports results?

Nothing about a front line?

I mean, if Churchill has nothing
more important to announce,

it means to me… well, it means to
me the war is pretty much over.

That's right.

What if three to two is a code?

Hmm? Could mean the Russians
outnumber the Germans three to two.

Or maybe they are
32 kilometers away.

No, I don't think so.

I think that that means that they
are maybe… I think 32 hours away.

Shh. If we listen hard enough,
maybe we can hear their artillery.

Yes. That's what
the noise was last night.

My wife thought
it was the heating pipes,

but there hasn't been
any steam in them for years.

I heard it too.
Oh, you heard it too.

Yes, I heard it too.

"Et tu, Brute?"

I think it's time to organize.

Professor, did you hear this Avron?
He plans to organize.

Well, maybe he's right.

Maybe we can save a few lives if we
have an organization and a leader.

For God's sake.
For all we know,

the Russians may be pushed all
the way back to Siberia by now.

Hardtloff is here.
You know what that means.

What? You're going to fight
the Germans barehanded?

And what do you suggest we do?

Just sit down and wait?

My dear Jakob,
hope is all very well,

but sometimes it takes
a little action too.

A man like you
will understand this.

It's going to be a massacre, all because
these Jews believe the dreck I feed them.

But you started this,
and now you have to go on.

Let's only hope that
your lies were true.

Let's hope that.

Yeah.

What is it?

You know what it is.

Jakob.

Forgive me, but Jakob,
uh, he's right.

- And I am wrong?
- And you are wrong.

Oh, you smelled the cooking,
Mr. Frankfurter.

Come in.

Mr. Frankfurter.
Papa.

I'm happy you still remember.

How's Mama? Oh, you
know how mothers are.

She hasn't seen you
in a few days, so…

So I said to myself,
"Today is Sunday.

"I'm going to see our only
daughter and bring her her things.

And that way if they come to take us away,
she will still have her trousseau."

Oh.

- It's beautiful.
- Yes, but is it what we need right now?

I know what you need right now.

I once played Sherlock Holmes in
The Hound of the Baskervilles,

and I always insisted…

on authentic props.

Young man, I realized I care about
more people than my immediate family.

In other words, perhaps I'm wrong
and your friend Jakob is right.

Yes, and while
I'm baring my soul,

I must tell you that I did not
play King Lear three times.

That was a lie. I played it once,
and I forgot half my lines.

Mr. Frankfurter… Try not to get
killed before you marry my daughter.

And remember: "Until the
last line has been spoken,

the curtain… ""The curtain
cannot come down."

Well, gentlemen,
I think the person we need…

has to have physical
as well as moral courage.

He has to be a man who has proved
that he is willing to take risks.

And I think he should
also be a man…

who's brought hope…

hope and dignity to the ghetto.

Here.
Thank you, Esther.

It sounds like
the professor to me.

Uh-huh.
We will see.

"Jakob Heym."
Let's see. "Jakob Heym."

"Jakob Heym."
J…

"Blumethal."
Hmm. Blumethal.

"Jakob Heym." "Jakob Heym." "Professor
Kirschbaum." There, you see?

"Jakob Heym." "Jakob Heym."
"Jakob Heym." "Jakob Heym."

"Jakob Heym." "Jakob Heym."
"Jakob Heym." "Jakob Heym."

Congratulations.

A little apricot liqueur.

I was saving it
for a special occasion.

Gentlemen.

To Jakob Heym. To victory.
To victory.

L'chaim.

I'll get the door.

Gestapo! Open the door!

Why are you running?
It's Mischa.

Good joke.
Very good joke.

I know.
I know.

I'm not invited.

But I have something I think
you will find interesting.

My God!
Where did you get that?

You have a radio.
I have a gun.

German steel.

At least we can count on them
for something, eh?

So, now that you're the leader,
what's out next move, Jakob?

We have to wait for the signal.

The signal? Yes.

And then we start
the insurrection.

- B.B.C. said so.
- What's the signal?

Something very special,
like, uh,

"The chicken is in the pot,"
or, "The baby is singing."

But our signal is top secret. I'm not at
liberty to tell you at this present time.

Further evidence that you are
in the best position…

to lead us, Jakob.

Yeah.

But if I'm your leader, I will
only do it on one condition:

We must be disciplined.

All of you.

Now, we only have a little
time left, right, Professor?

And in that time,
if anybody, anybody,

does anything stupid,
you have to answer to me.

Hmm? Open up!
Gestapo!

- That's not Mischa.
- Open the door!

Yes?

Open the door!

Yes? Does the Jew
Kirschbaum live here?

Professor Kirschbaum lives here.

Do you have an appointment?
We don't need one.

Tell the professor this is urgent.
Wait here.

I shall tell him you are here.

Come in.

Take a seat, please.

We have some visitors.

Andre, dear.

Some gentlemen to see you.

Good luck, Jakob.

Shalom.

Shh!
Shh, shh, shh.

There's only two of them
That's two too many.

Give me the gun. It's my gun.
No.

I am the leader.

Gentlemen,
what can I do for you?

Please get your bag. General
Hardtloff has suffered a heart seizure.

That's the first good news
I ever got from a German.

Hardtloff?
Huh.

Oh, uh, he's not my patient. I presume
he has his own doctor. Are you refusing?

Uh, no, I'm… I'll get your bag.

Thank you, Esther.

I put in the other pills,
the ones for your heartburn.

With a little luck,
you will not need them.

Unfortunately, I think I will.

Thank you, Esther.

He'll be back.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

Oh, it's a nice place.
It's a very, very nice place.

Come on! Let's go! Meyer!

I'm sorry.
Idiot!

Oh, it's a great honor
for me, Professor.

I used to attend all
your lectures in Berlin.

Berlin? The
good old days, yes.

Please.
Yes, yes.

It seems this little town is home to one of
the greatest cardiologists in the world.

Yes, I had the honor
of teaching in Berlin.

And now, I am a professor
of, uh, latrine cleaning…

in the freight yard here.

I see.

Well, the ghetto is going
to be emptied tomorrow.

I can see to it
you are not on the transport.

- Why so generous?
- I'm surrounded by incompetents.

These doctors are unable
to do anything for me.

And the pain is unbearable.

Open the jacket, please.

Let me see.

I know this sound, yeah.

I have a similar condition.
It's pretty painful, isn't it?

Yes.

But only here,
I have a little problem.

On the one hand as a physician,
I'm obliged to help you.

On the other hand,
if I save your life…

I mean, you'll
liquidate the ghetto.

And if you do not,

my men will liquidate you.

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

This is the radio of
the German Armed Forces Network.

Heil Hitler. We will now
broadcast a special bulletin.

- Our troops are engaged in the Battle of Normandy.
- Ah, news.

Sorry. Perhaps you
would like to hear how the war is going.

But, of course, you have your own
sources of information, your own radio.

In the ghetto? You
think we are stupid?

We have informers.

I know that you listen to the B.B.C.,
that you're dreaming about resistance.

Why don't you give me the name of
the criminal who owns the radio?

I'll save you.
What do you say?

It's-It's a hard decision to make, yes.
It's a hard decision.

Yeah.

May I… May I… May I have
a glass of water, please?

If it helps you to make
up your mind, why not?

Water.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir, but I…

Poison!

It was poison! You bastard Yid!
I forbid you to die!

You really shouldn't get excited.
Take my advice.

You know, I am a world-famous
cardiologist, yes.

A world-famous cardiologist.

I'm a…
world-famous cardiologist.

- Esther.
- Professor. Professor!

Stop. He's dead. Boys.

You let this dirty Yid defy me.

- But Herr General…
- I want to see this radio here tomorrow morning!

Go!
Heil Hitler.

Achtung, achtung!

A criminal terrorist is hiding
a radio in the ghetto…

in defiance of regulations.

Unless the man responsible brings
himself and the accomplices…

to the Kommandantur by midnight,

ten hostages
will be shot in reprisal.

Achtung, achtung!

A criminal terrorist is hiding
a radio in the ghetto…

in defiance of regulations.

Unless the man responsible brings
himself and his accomplices…

to the Kommandantur by midnight,

ten hostages
will be shot in reprisal.

Hello?

Are you there?

Hello?

What do you want?

Oh, is that a way
to greet a visitor?

Sorry. Shall I go to the basement,
fetch a bottle of champagne?

No wonder you never had
any customers. Yeah?

Yeah. So, I wanted to tell you
about that green stuff, you know?

Never worked for Stamtisch,

didn't work for me
and it won't work for you.

Oh.

The last cigarette, before you
tell me to turn myself in.

Yeah, well… No, that's
between you and Him up there.

If He is up there.
Yeah.

No, actually, I wanted
to ask you about the signal.

I-I was wondering if-if… That-That
signal must have come by now.

I think, uh, at least
any minute now.

What do you think?
Huh? Hmm?

What?

For what I'm about to say,
I'd rather be in the dark.

I don't have a radio.

I've never had one.

And if I did, I wouldn't have
had the guts to listen to it.

So how did you know
where the Russians were?

Well, I made it up. Most of it.
No, no, I don't think so.

I don't think you can make that up.
I don't think so. I did.

The battle for Rudna, you had
the battle for the tanks,

the Luftwaffe, the Churchill… Yeah,
the jazz band. Yeah, all of that.

Actually, the soccer score
was genuine,

thanks to your dancing that day.

And Bezanika, I really
did hear that in the Kommandantur.

But as for the rest of it,
it's lies.

All lies.

Sometimes I amazed myself.

But it's lies…
and wishful thinking.

- You're telling the truth?
- Finally.

Go ahead.
Tell me how much you hate me.

Do you…

So that-that was…

Our dear friends, the Germans,
and half the German Army,

they were tearing
the ghetto apart…

for a…

For a radio that
doesn't even exist?

Don't tell Mischa.
It'll kill him.

You're not sleeping.

You shouldn't ruin
your eyes like that.

I'm not going to see
my parents again, am I?

The Russians aren't coming,
are they?

Yes, they are.
A whole battalion of them.

Straight from Moscow,
with tanks and a big band.

Is that another lie?

No. Why should I believe you?

Would I lie to you
about something like that?

Yes.

I heard you talking
to your friend,

but I understand why you did it.

You wanted to be… to be good.

That's from Hannah.

She told me she wishes
we had a little girl like you.

Where are you going?

Well, I have something I have to
do, and you should get some sleep.

Why?
Well, I…

Questions.
Always questions.

I have to give
the Germans my radio.

But you don't have a radio.
That's a problem, isn't it?

You know, maybe I'll go and explain it
all to my good friend in the Gestapo…

and he'll see
the funny side of it,

and we'll have
a good laugh about it.

That one's from me, maidelah.

Be careful.

Mischa, open the door.
It's me, Jakob.

Has the signal come? Not yet,
but I need your services.

Are we going to rescue the hostages?
That's being taken care of.

But your mission
is to go to my attic.

I'll get my clothes.
No. Not now.

Tomorrow, if I don't
show up at work,

you must go up to my place
under the cover of darkness…

and transfer back here something special
I left for you to take care of.

The radio?
Something special.

I understand.
Good.

Where's my gun?
No.

This mission
does not require a gun.

It requires a good brain
and a strong heart.

So I chose you, our best man.

Mazel tov.

All right?
Good-bye, my friend.

"Dear Jakob,

"you'll probably hold yourself
responsible for my death,

"and if you look at it one way
you'd be right.

"But when you look at it
a different way,

"your imaginary radio
gave me a reason…

"to keep going for
a few more days anyway.

"Much as I'd like to, I don't
hold anything against you.

"With a bit of luck, you'll find some
other schmuck to shave you for free.

"Until I see you again,
I remain your best customer,

Kowalsky."

Shalom, chozer.

Remember me?
The smart Jew?

Why are you out after curfew?

It's about my radio. I must
see the officer on duty.

I wish to give myself up.

Maybe you're not such a smart Jew.
Keep going.

I know the way.

It's in here.

So, here we have
the famous Jakob.

Did you bring your radio?

Yes and no.

Papa!
Papa!

Please! Please!
Please!

Halt!

Mischa, come here. Come on.
Come on.

Come on!

You're crazy. You're going to get us
killed. Shh. I have to go to Jakob's.

Rosa, go!
Go, go!

Halt!
Halt!

Halt!

The radio?

The… The hostages.

Nothing yet? Another few
more minutes, Herr General.

All right.
Continue.

Tell us about the radio, I will see
what I can do for the hostages.

Look by the window.
There's nothing here.

It has to be here somewhere.

Mischa. Mischa,
I hear something.

- I'm sorry if I frightened you.
- Who are you? What are you doing here?

I'm Lina Kronstein. I live
here, but it's a secret.

You're Mischa, aren't you? Jakob said
you would come and take care of me.

What do you mean, take care of you?
Of course we will.

We'll be happy to,
won't we, Mischa?

Listen to me very carefully.
This is very important.

Do you know where Jakob
has hidden the radio?

- Of course I do. I've heard it.
- You do?

This is the B.B.C. from London.

- You actually heard this radio?

But I'm not supposed to tell anyone.
Where is it?

Where is your damn radio?

Lina, where the radio is matters
a great deal to a lot of people.

Do you think Jakob would
trust us to listen to it?

Hey! Stop.

I'll show you.

I'll show you my radio.

Go, Lina! Go, go! Forget
about the radio, Mischa.

That…

is my radio.

You've just told
your last joke, Yid!

Stop.

Go! Go! Run! Mischa!

Trust me!
Run!

Don't shoot.

Please, don't shoot.
Don't shoot!

It was you,

the Jew who was out
after curfew.

And it was your radio I heard.

Excuse me, sir.

Is that a problem for you? You're the
one with the problem, my friend!

That's true.
That's certainly the case.

I can't argue with that.

But to let a Jew hear a radio,
that's a serious offense, isn't it?

You can shoot me, but you
still don't have my radio.

So, we both have a problem.

Don't we?

May I?

You will stand
up in front of the Jews…

and tell them
there was no radio.

You made it all up, everything.

There is no radio,
no resistance.

In return for your confession,
I won't shoot you.

But you will put me on
a transport to the camps.

It's the same thing, isn't it?

That's not much
of a deal for me.

You may be a good soldier,

but you're not much
of a businessman.

Excuse me for saying so.

Who knows?

You might survive a week
in the camps.

Two weeks, six months,
until the Russians…

or the Americans
or the British arrive.

You know how close
they are, don't you?

There's always hope.
Isn't there?

What man doesn't want to see the
next day… and the one after that?

You all know this man.

He told you he had a radio.

He told you that
you should resist…

the German authorities.

He will now tell you that
this was all a lie.

He will tell you that there
never was such a radio…

and that resistance…

is pointless.

Tell them.

Tell them.

Y-Y-You…

tell them!

Jakob!

Jakob!
No!

So that's how it ended.

I never got a chance to be the
big hero and make my big speech.

I swear, I had a speech all prepared
about freedom and never giving in.

But somehow…

Yes, that's how it ended.

And they all went off to the
camps and were never seen again.

But maybe
it wasn't like that at all.

Because, you know,
as Frankfurter says,

"Until the last line has been spoken,
the curtain cannot come down."

Mischa.

About 50 kilometers out of town,

the train was stopped
by Russian troops…

who had just taken
Bezanika and Pry.

Jakob.

♪ Roll it out, roll it out ♪
♪ Roll out the barrel ♪

♪ Sing a song of good cheer ♪

♪ 'Cause the whole gang ♪
♪ is here ♪

♪ Roll it out, roll it out ♪

♪ Let's do ♪
♪ the Beer Barrel Polka ♪