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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.

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.

Gone are the plutocrats.
The wealth infested aristocracy.

Gone the sprawling estates
of the decadent bourgeoisie.

They're ready for you.

Today, our nation stands
strong and tall

on the shoulders of our Führer,
Adolf Hitler.

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.
And you're sixteen?

Yes, sir.

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.

Huh.

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.

-Heil Hitler.
-Heil Hitler.

Morning sir.

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.

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.

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.

-Move your feet.
-I'm not like...

Yeah, you can, come on.

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.

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. 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.

He's right.

You see, the thing is,

I just think it's important...

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--

Come on. Max, grab
your bag. Come on. Let's go.

It's alright.

You got everything?

Everything I need.

For the train ride.

Thanks, mama.

Bye. I love you.

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 that.

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.

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--

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?

Do you know the
country without freedom?

The country of terror
and tyranny?

Yes, you know it well,
but are afraid to talk about it.

It is Germany. Hitler Germany.

Through their
unscrupulous terror tactics,

they are making you
into spineless puppets

to do their bidding.

Do not let your free will,

the most valuable thing
you posess be taken away.

Germans, arise!

Make your decision
before it's too late!

Well, who's running your office
down there?

I drove all over
Hammerbrook last night.

Yes, during an air raid.

Didn't see a single one of your
men, which I've requested twice.

And now I'm looking at
a little red leaflet

which calls the Führer

"the great deceiver
of the people."

Tonight then, good. Heil Hitler.

Julius!

Now, see how this S,
the sharp S,

it's an uppercase B that's
been typed over with a P.

It's an American typewriter,
or British.

And here, look.

The lowercase T
skips every time.

See how in "Hitler"
it double hits.

It has the same thing
down here and here.

It's a fingerprint.

...deceived
by the platitudes

of your authoritarian leader.

A lie is a lie, no matter
how many times

he says it's the truth.

Will you stand up
against a dictator

who brutally invades
his democratic neighbors?

And this concludes
our broadcast for this evening.

Tune in for more of the truth
tomorrow night at 10 p.m.

And until then, V for victory.

Can you keep a secret?

Where'd you get this?

Found it.

Presentation isn't much, but...

I thought the writing was
quite brilliant.

Found it where?

In my typewriter.

Well, come on!

You coming?

Where are we going?

It is past curfew.

Did you know
Mendelssohn was 15

when he wrote his
first symphony?

Well that
explains everything.

What are you doing with
those leaflets?

Getting rid of them.

In mailboxes, phone booths,
party announcement boards.

-Why?
-Because I can't write music.

Again with the music.

I went up there.

To his empty bedroom.

What was left of it.

Salomon wanted to be a teacher.

And those leaflets
you found in your typewriter

will change all that?

A man finds one in his mailbox.

Reads it. Can't get it out of
his head.

Passes it to
a friend at work

who passes it to another,

-and another.
-And?

And enough people find out
what's really going on

and stand up.

Put an end to it.

I'm in.

We can change things.

Not with guns, but...
with these.

You know what happens
if they catch you.

Do what is right,
let the consequence follow.

Right. I love that song.

For Salomon.

How many do you want?

I don't know, 20.

We won't get caught.

Give me 25.

Go.

Wait, here. Right now?

Yeah, right now.

You thought
punching Rolfi was fun.

Wait till you try this.

Elli!

Good morning!

Morning.

Careful.

You never know
who's watching.

Thanks, I...

Now, it's official.

Official...

So, what are you thinking?

I think it's quicker
to get along there,

to get these streets.

Do you want to hit Süder Street?

It's on your way home.

Sure.

Hello, Karl.

You're home late.

You're out past curfew.

Am I? Must have lost
track of time.

What do you want, Rolfi?

I want you to tell me
where you were.

Heil Hitler.

I'll be right back.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

You go that way!

Erwin!

Erwin! This way!

"Brothers and sisters.

I've been asked to say a
few words about finding peace

through Jesus Christ.

So... um...

Jesus was a revolutionary.

We like to think
of Him as always being kind

and loving
and filled with grace.

And He was.

But the scriptures say He was
full of grace and truth.

He said what needed to be said.

He stood up,
but He did it peacefully.

Where Barabbas fought with
swords, He fought with words.

He was rejected by
the Romans and the Rabbis,

the Pharisees and Sadducees,

even by most of those
who knew Him.

But He did what was right
and let the consequence follow.

May we be filled with grace...
and truth.

And when the moment comes for us
to stand up, may we stand.

In Jesus' name, amen."

Amen!

Can I borrow your keys again?

Woah!

Let me help you.

Thank you!

Helmuth.

Here, you missed one.

Thank you.

Better watch where you're going.

Absolutely. Yes.

Woah, nice!

How was your day at the office?

Interesting.

So, where to tonight?

Ah, change of plan.

I've got some more typing to do.

Goodbye, Helmuth.

See you tomorrow.

Right. I'll see you.

Who was that?

Just a girl... uh... colleague.

Just a girl?

What girl?

She's your colleague?

What's a colleague?

Seriously?

...only one small
ray of light suffices

to prove their
deceitfulness.

To prove that,
though Nazi propaganda

is often crafted right down
to the last detail,

it seldom coincides even
in one point with the facts.

In conclusion,
the former deputy Führer...

Where'd it come from?

I asked, where did the
wireless come from!

Are you trying to get us
all killed? Is that it?

Put your mother in a
prison camp? Get up.

I said stand up!

I don't know what you're trying
to do, you stupid boy!

I want you out of the house.

You can go to
your grandmother's.

I really don't care.

And not a word to your mother.

Is that clear?

...he will not rest
in turning his plans

for imperialistic world
conquest into actions.

This is the BBC, with our
V for victory programming.

For our German listeners,
the truth.

not the propaganda fed to you
by Hitler and his..

What happened?
He won't tell me.

Look at me.

It'll sting for a bit.

Looks a lot worse than it is.

Yes, I'm calling to see

if you still own the Remington

we serviced for you...

Our records say last
November the 15th...

Helmuth.

You alright?

Yes.

I saw what was on that paper.
The red one.

Do you have more?

No.

Good.

Hitler knows we're
beginning to see through him.

The suppressor
of free nations,

the murderer of millions.

The Europe suppressed by
Gestapo terror

must not remain unatoned.

A determined deed
can still rescue you

and your country from
the abyss to which Hitler

has led you with his lies.

Do you want to tolerate having
the happiness of your lives

taken from you,
and your children

cheated out of the most
beautiful years of their lives?

Do you want to tolerate this?

You know what I like about you?

I like that you ate all your
dinner tonight.

Even your green beans.

That makes mama happy.

Another one.

Another one? Alright.

You know what else I like
about you? I like that--

Let's go.

Anne?

Max! ...

Lisl!

Lisl? Breathe!

Lisl...

I'm sorry...

Thank God Anne
and Max are alright.

Yeah.

Yeah, thank God.

I'm so sorr... sorry.

Hitler’s false
halo has fallen.

His words are nothing more
than acrid bubbles

that dissipate into thin air.

See the little man for what
he is: a murderous charlatan.

P.S. This is a chain letter.
Pass it on.

Helmuth, let's go.

What?

If I were ever to get caught...

I would never
give them your names.

Me either.

I'll just blame it all
on the bishop.

Did we ever talk about my
university professor? Schultz?

From your one year
at university?

Yeah, before I dropped out.

Gottlieb Schultz.

Professor of World History.
He was...

Well, he opened my eyes,
you know.

First time away
from home and suddenly

the world’s much bigger.

Had my first girlfriend.

Clara?

Yes.

Yeah, Schultz
didn’t just lecture

about peoples and cultures.

He took you there
with his words.

He sort of took us under
his wing, Clara and me.

All of us, really.

And without even meaning to,
I learned about life.

About loyalty and integrity...

...what it means to
be a good man.

So I decided to study French
literature. Become a poet.

And then a friend of mine
informed me that Schultz,

this whole time, had been
sleeping with my girl.

What did you do?

I... uh...

I took it out on the
friend who told me.

Knocked him out cold.

For telling you the truth?

Yeah. For telling me the truth.

Do you wish you'd never known?

The truth?

Dear Elli.

I would love to invite you

to accompany me to
the opera this weekend.

Franz Lehar's operetta
"Giuditta" is playing

and always delights in its reach
for the Italian flair.

Please let me know if this
proposal interests you.

Your company would be
most welcome.

Cordially, Helmuth.

So you like opera?

I... love it.

Are you trying to ask
me on a date?

Uh... Yeah.

I want you...

to pick me up here Friday.

Seven sharp.

That was beautiful.

I genuinely think it's one of
Franz Lehar's best operas.

Where are we going?

It's just down here.

Technically it's an operetta,
but it's really--

I especially liked that aria.

What was it called again?

“My Lips’ Fiery Kiss.”

Yes, that's the one.

It was nice.

Although Jenny Lind
would have done it better

had she been alive
when it was written.

Who's Jenny Lind?

She was one of the most renowned
sopranos of the 19th century,

and a favorite of Felix
Mendelssohn’s,

and for whom he wrote
some of his best arias.

Who's Felix Mendelssohn?

Joking! I know who
Mendelssohn was.

That's good to know since
we’re not allowed to

listen to him anymore
because he was Jewish.

Anyway...

Do you know where he was born?

Lehar?

Mendelssohn.

No.

Right here.

-In Hamburg?
-No, right here.

This is where
we were going.

Do you know who
commissioned that plaque?

I'm sure you're
about to tell me.

None other than Jenny Lind.

The most renowned soprano of
the 19th century.

Yeah, and more than two
decades after his death, she--

Stop talking.

You'd better get me home.

It's starting to rain.

Hello?

They're quoting from
banned authors.

They’re quoting Thomas Mann.

Then it’s Schiller.
He’s even got a...

oh where is it...

Yeah, here.

Quote: “And so the English
soldier could never feel

that he had been misled
by his own countrymen,

as was the case with
the German soldier,

who rejected everything
coming from this source

as swindles and bunk.”

You know where that’s from?

Mein Kampf.

Ah, of course.

He's weaving between Schiller,
Thomas Mann, the Führer.

He's even thrown in a little
Shakespeare for good measure.

Hamlet.

It’s quite brilliant.

So an intellectual,

a university professor
or something.

Or someone who has access
to banned literature.

They keep an archive.
Copies of banned books. Where?

Uh, Berlin.

Any in this region?
What about City Hall?

I'll look into it
first thing Monday.

And do you think--

Good, do it.

"‘Tis the
times’ plague,

when madmen lead the blind"

...oh, alright...

Ex... excuse me.
I'm... I'm...

Yes...

...we'll need an update on the
river dredging project...

Heinrich Mohns?

Heil Hitler!

I understand you
archive banned books here.

Yes, yes we do.

Show me.

Sir, can I help you?

Look what I found.

Who else has keys to this room?

That is not what you just said.

What I meant was,

I'm not the only one
that goes down there.

Into the archives.

Who goes in there?

The archives?

Where they keep the
banned books. And these.

You're dead.

Easy!

He's working for someone.
He's going to tell us who it is.

Profile.

Now look at me.

He's a stubborn one.

Take it off.

I'm sorry.

Who's the book for?

Me.

What, you like Shakespeare?

Get up.

Now why should you take all the
blame? You just the paperboy.

Who's writing these?

I am.

"Indeed the nefarious plan of
the Führer

to attack the Soviet Union,

contrary to all agreements

and in spite of the
non-aggression pact..."

You wrote this?

Here. Let me hear you read this.
I wanna hear you read it.

...if you can.

"Just as tendentious
and illusionary

is the Hitler
propaganda campaign"--

Speak up.

"...But Hitler and his
accomplices know

they must deprive you
of your free will,

in order to make submissive,

spineless creatures
out of you..."

"...For Hitler knows that we are
beginning to see through him."

"...the suppressor of
free nations.

The murderer of millions."

They found this at his
grandmother's house.

Where he was living.

It's a half-finished leaflet.

- What?
- He's been arrested.

I knew this would happen.

I... I... I have a cousin,
Basel, we could leave now,

we could go to Switzerland.

And then what?

We run... you know what
they'll do to our parents?

To everyone?

What are they doing to Helmuth?

He'll outsmart them.

You know Helmuth.

He'll keep his promise.

What do I tell my parents?

We lie.

Don't tell them anything.

It's gonna be alright.

We were rough on you. Well, we
don't need that anymore, do we?

Alright.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Try and get some rest.

Get up!

Please Father,
give me strength...

The Führer wants peace...

A piece of Poland.
A piece of Czechoslovakia.

A piece of France.

No?

A friend of mine suffers
from schizophrenia.

Has delusions that he's either

Adolf Hitler or
Winston Churchill.

He's his own worst enemy.

Yeah...

You know, my colleauges think
that you had help

putting out these leaflets.

Did you?

There is no one else.

You know, I'm not sure
there were others.

There's always others.

Why don't you
hold off for today.

And let me keep working on him.

You keep working your way,
I'll keep working my way.

We'll see who wins.

I mean it, let's just
hold off for a bit.

Nah, this'll be quick.

I said hold off!

Fine.

I need you to do
something for me.

Why?

Why?

Because... because
they took my friend.

Salomon. Salomon Schwarz.

Because of a Jew?

Yes... and the truth.

The truth...

Then explain this truth to me:

How does one person cover all
of Hamburg in a single night?

How do I post these in
Hammerbrook, and in Altona,

and up in Eilbeck...
all in a single night.

How do I do that?

I can't be two places at
the same time, now, can I?

I know someone's
been helping you.

Who were they?

No one.

- There’s no--
- No, no, mhmmmm.

The Truth.

The truth?

If we don’t stop Hitler,
he will destroy Germany.

No one is safe.

Not you. Not your family...

No one.

Who was with you?

No one.

Who was with you?

No one.

Who was with you?

No one.

Your mother,
your stepfather.

We met with them...

Now he’s a good Party member and
your mother, she's supportive,

doubt she’d be involved
in any of this...

But you never know.

May have to bring her back in,
just to be sure.

Still no one?

She doesn’t know anything!

I wouldn’t have
suspected her

but then we found this
in her things.

You like opera?

It's typed on your typewriter.

With your signature.

She doesn't know anything.

Oh you’re probably right...

But Julius is going to find out,
I can promise you that.

You don’t have to tell me
who’s been helping you.

Just write down their names.

It's alright.

Doesn't have
to be perfect.

It's devastating, isn't it?

So committed to a cause,
only to realize

you've hurt those you
love the most...

You were right.

No one is safe.

But you knew that.

And did it anyway.

Send the girl home.

What are you looking at?

What happened there?

Don't touch him.

We got a letter from Gerhard.

Is he alright?

He's fine.

He says he should
be home by summer..

and, you know,
that's what the papers say too.

Things are going well in Russia.

Karl and Rudi?

Not good.

Sit up. Sit him up!

In court tomorrow,
you'll be in a suit and tie.

Hair combed back,
looking presentable. And...

you’ll read this.

Out loud. Let's hear it.

I, Helmuth Hübener

express my deepest regrets

for the malicious acts
of treason I have com-

You'll have to be more
convincing than that

if you want any leniency
in Hitler's highest court.

Little secret.

I've had a nice chat
with the judge.

He doesn't want to see
this come to the worst

any more than I do
as your attorney.

This is your life
we're talking about.

This is treason.

You’re barely seventeen.

Now, Karl on the other hand,
Herr Schnibbe, he's eighteen.

An adult.

And a known
trouble-maker,

assaulting Hitler Youth
leaders and what not.

You read this
statement in court.

Put your heart into it.

Save your skin

and let Karl-Heinz
take what's coming.

Now let's try it again,
shall we?

Hmm? From the top.

All rise.

The Honorable Head
Judge Karl Engert,

Chairman of the Second Senate
of the People’s Court,

representing our Führer,
Adolf Hitler,

in the case against
Helmuth Hübener,

Karl-Heinz Schnibbe
and Rudolf Wobbe.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

The accusations
laid before the court are:

preparation to high treason,

aiding and abetting the
enemy in time of war,

listening to illegal
foreign broadcasts,

and the publishing
and distribution

of seditious material.

The accused stand
before you now,

on this day,
the eleventh of August, 1942.

Sit down.

Read it with feeling.

These are
leaflets that were written

and distributed by
the defendants.

On a typewriter stolen
from their church, the...

hmm, Mormons.
That's interesting.

So religious...

and yet, here you are, accused
of committing high treason.

I find that ironic.

Well.

My intent is to determine who
actually instigated this group,

and whether the ring
leader wasn’t indeed

the adult of the group,
Herr Schnibbe.

We now call
to the stand

Criminal Secretary
Erwin Müssener

with the Secret
State Police, Hamburg.

How many of these
leaflets were distributed?

There were twenty-nine
separate leaflets

that either we found
or were turned in.

Multiple copies of many of them.

But we don't know exactly how
many others remain uncollected.

You believe there were more?

Yes.

A number?

We don’t know.
Possibly many more.

I will say that the content
of these leaflets

was extremely well written.

Very persuasive.

None of us were expecting
to find a sixteen year old.

Persuasive?

You're saying that the words
of a 16-year-old boy

could sway the German people?

I’m saying,
they were well written.

I was looking for a university
professor, someone older.

But we have someone
older right here:

Herr Schnibbe. Karl-Heinz.

Karl-Heinz Schnibbe

was not the
author of the leaflets.

We found the typewriter,
we know it was used by--

But isn't it likely that this
young man was influenced,

perhaps persuaded by
his older friend?

Herr Schnibbe, a known
troublemaker?

Isn’t that possible?

Kommissar?

I don't know.

Excuse me?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

I asked if it’s possible-

Of course it's possible.

That will be all.

Your honor.

My client has prepared
a written confession

which demonstrates very clearly

that he was bullied into
this "resistance group"

by his older friend, here,
Herr Schnibbe

Bring him forward.

I, Helmuth Hübener,

express my deepest regrets...

...I express
my deepest regrets...

that Germany
has followed a lunatic

into a war she cannot win.

No, no, no, no.
This is a court of law.

The accused is free to speak.

Ah, that's
quite the statement.

Do you really believe that
Germany will lose this war?

Absolutely.

Don't you?

And yet, it was only a year ago
when you wrote,

"Never before has Germany
been more homeland to us

than it is now,
in this Athenian age,

the dawn of the
National-Socialistic millennium.

And how did we arrive at this
great juncture in history?”

On the backs of the conquered.

That’s how we arrived here.

The power of this Reich is mired
in the blood of the innocent.

In Poland, in France.

Germany's future lies frozen and
dead on the steppes of Russia

so Hitler can have
his living space.

Ah yes, the Allies are up
in arms about our living space,

aren't they?

Have you never heard of
British ‘Imperialism’,

or what the Americans call
their ‘Manifest Destiny’?

Hmm?

They’re hypocrites!

It’s exactly
the same expansionism

that our Führer has achieved!

What did you think, boy?

You would write some little
leaflet and overthrow the Reich?

I thought...

I would write the Truth...

and let it overthrow the Reich.

The Reich doesn't fear
your little papers.

Then why are we here?

It has become so
convenient to accuse the victor.

It’s the very reason Aristotle
said that in the time of war,

truth is the first to go.

You mean Aeschylus.

"In war, truth is the
first casualty."

He was right.

Hitler says whatever he can
to cover the truth:

That his thirst for power has
cost millions of lives!

Millions of lives.
Every German knows

that we're winning this war.

You only know what Goebbels
wants you to know!

I know that in my court you will
address me with respect!

Your court? Or Hitler's court?

My court! The Führer's court!
The German people's court!

The people deserve the truth!

-Hitler will stop at nothing!
-Truth is loyalty to the Führer—

He will send Germany
into the fires

Shut your mouth!
Sit him down!

...in order to finish
the crimes he has started!

The people deserve the tru-

Not his face!

-Expose him for what he is:
-Shut him up! Shut up!

a reckless mass murder-agh!

This court is in recess.
Sentencing will follow.

All rise.

In the case against
Helmuth Hübener,

Karl-Heinz Schnibbe

and Rudolf Wobbe,

the court pronounces all three
guilty of high treason,

and of aiding and abetting
the enemy in time of war.

Rudolf Wobbe.

You are hereby sentenced to
five years imprisonment.

Karl-Heinz Schnibbe.

You are hereby sentenced to
ten years imprisonment.

Helmuth Hübener.

For your crimes
against the Reich...

the sentence
is death...

by beheading.

Any final words from
the defendants?

Yes...

I am guilty of no crime at all.

I will die, having done
nothing wrong...

But your time will come.

The judge will be judged
and truth will prevail.

Rudolf Wobbe.
Karl-Heinz Schnibbe.

Come.

You stay.

One moment. Please.

One day,...

this will end.

You will live...

to have a better life...

in a better Germany.

We did what we could.

Remember me.

You should know,

this was filed on your behalf.

Clemency?

It was denied.

Thank you.

Will you deliver this for me?

Please?

Mother,

By the time you read this,
I will be gone.

I'm not afraid to die.

Father in Heaven knows
I have done nothing wrong.

He will be the proper judge
of this matter...

My deepest regret is the pain
I have brought to those I love.

I pray God will protect them
and bring them home.

Please remember me kindly.

and that I love you.

And that we'll
see each other again...

in that better world.