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We're very worried about your behaviour, sister.

A man shouldn't seek for God, but to believe in him.

I believe in God. I look for a God that became a man among people.

Seek God in leaves, in plants.

You told the students that intimate relationships aren't shameful.

You're depriving the girls from the sense of shame.

Plants and animals don't have shame. Animals mate, and plants grow.

For people, physical love is marriage duty.

We had to remove Leni Gruyten from the monastery.

We didn't allow her to receive holy communion

She remained immature... She wasn't pious.

What were the things you were teaching her about?

Debauchery.

Leni Gruyten choose fun, but she wasn't a girl for fun.

You were examining students faeces.

What's the meaning of that?

Do you know the name for that, sister? Scatology.

I care about health of my proteges. Digestion and metabolism are a part of that.

Rome too is familiar about behavior.

They called it fecal mysticism.

That is not faith, sister.

That is materialism.

Mystic materialism, but still, it's materialism.

Your name is Ginsburg? - Yes.

Are you Jewish? - Yes.

You didn't tell us that.

Why? - I am Christian.

That topic is out of our debate.

GROUP PORTRAIT WITH A LADY

They can accuse you for fraud. - I didn't know what to do.

Roses in snow. - I saw them too.

The grew on the grave of sister Rahel. Roses on winter.

I though: miracle! God's mercy has no limits. There were miracles before.

That isn't God's mercy, those are spells. We don't need miracles.

When they saw roses in snow, sisters have lost their heads.

And what if someone planted them right there.

I don't know anything, God save me.

I invited you, sister Gruyten,

because I know how much you loved sister Rahel.

They've decided to dig the grave up,

and to burn her remains.

They say I'm not a decent man,

but I'm not a monster.

I read that ridiculous story about roses in the newspapers.

Like Leni Gruyten has anything to do with that.

It's not our fault. Nobody asked us anything.

We already had troubles with those roses in the past.

According to the article in the newspapers, story about roses was invented by Leni Gruyten.

They're accusing her for radical mysticism.

Rahel Ginsburg was her spiritual leader.

We've tried everything.

We've dig up Rahel Ginsburg remains three times

and burying them again on different places.

And always the same: roses grow in December.

Mister Pelzer, you're in horticulture business.

You know better than us how is possible that roses can spring in December.

For example, maybe with the assistance of chemical products.

Maybe someone wanted to make Rahel saint.

Or to take revenge on the monastery.

Does miss Gruyten has anything to do with those roses, that I don't know.

As far as I know, the only connection between Leni Gruyten and roses

is the grave of Alfred Bulhorst.

But it's the one where Leni mourns someone else for 20 years.

That's why she's called Russian whore.

Is smoking allowed here?

Only for the visitors.

Excuse me, would you want one?

No, thank you.

Give me one.

Tobacco from Virginia. Wonderful aroma.

I've never heard anything about friendship between Leni and Rahel.

I think there was certain dose of mystic in their relationship.

Mystic... That sounds good.

After roses have appeared, I looked for the file of Leni Gruyten.

What did you discover? - She was very bad in maths.

Not to mention religious class.

She was very good in German.

She failed third year because of religious class.

Besides grades, there was nothing between relationships between Leni and Rahel?

You mean the relationship between two of them? No, nothing.

Grading religious class was very strict back then.

Leni is a believer, a Catholic. On her on way.

Mystic...

We want to know everything about connection between roses and Rahel Ginsburg.

Even Vatican asked for information. No one believes in that.

They think that we made up that miracle.

Doctor Scholsdorff knows Leni very good.

Right after the war, he came to Leni's house.

When you see him, you'll understand why.

Excuse me, I forgot about your visit.

Come in, sister, don't be afraid. Scientists are often absentminded.

Excuse me... I was taking a bath.

This way.

Dr. Scholsdorff, sister Klementine.

Pardon me.

You can finish your bath.

Don't be disturb because of us.

Leni Gruyten is playing the piano.

She's not someone who plays, she's the music herself.

Play me something else. I'm sick of Schubert.

I don't know anything else.

Take your feet of the table. I already told you that.

Act decent. You're unbuttoned, that's against the rules.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

For us Germans, order is passion.

And military rules... what great logic.

Soldier, worthy of that name, according to his senior officer, always has to

be obedient, careful, kind,

to make services spontaneously, quick and effective!

If the senior officer drops something,

underling has to pick that up.

He won't step out of the line, except if he's ordered to do so.

Do you have double bed room for us for tonight?

Kommandatur is in charge for rooms.

This isn't for the room,

it's for you.

Don't be afraid.

Goebbels won't find out.

You'll have to check out early in the morning.

If you're looking for the young lady, she just walked out.

Tell me, is is true that you invented a shelter resistant to bombs?

Is that true? - That question is out of place.

I haven't invented anything.

Are you doing that for profit,

or for the Third Reich?

May I?

To your health.

Heinrich...

May I be excused?

With your permission.

Otto will talk with the General about Heinrich tomorrow.

I don't want him to be sent to east.

Helen would like your grandson's name to be Kurt.

He'll bequeath him an estate on the the other shore of Rhine.

Kurt is a nice name. Lotte will love it.

Why didn't you tell me anything about Wilhelm?

It's a terrible war. People die every day.

Dad, do you agree that Kurt and Lotte come and stay with us?

Their house has been bombed. - Of course. Helen will be thrilled.

Come and pick me up if you can. I'll be back tonight around six.

Last Wilhelm's letter arrived yesterday, from some city with strange name.

It started with: 'Dear dad...'

You're exactly like I pictured you.

Very beautiful, certain in yourself...

Madam Schweigert, Erhard and Heinrich are in Denmark since yesterday.

That's good. Everything's peaceful there, there's no danger.

Of course, I reason as mother would.

On the other hand, little war won't do him any harm,

he's immature.

Madam Schweigert, I'm scared for both Heinrich and Erhard.

I don't understand. - Both of them hate this war!

My son Erhard was always a good German.

I will go to Denmark, madam Schweigert.

Why?

To tell Erhard that I love him.

I'd like to know is there any fern there too.

What kind and when does it bloom?

I didn't know you've became a botanist.

Me, a botanist? That's not bad.

I was wrong, I underestimated you.

You're not naive at all.

But I am sure that relationship between and Erhard is superficial

Yes,

superficial, but permanent.

For us, that will be superficiality that exists.

Everyone is trying to be someone who's not. You, for example.

You're playing a culture person,

unfortunately, not believable. Erhard would say that better than you.

My son can be happy with you only for a short time.

Short time... such nice words.

To be happy for a short time.

So, you're not thinking about serious and permanent relationship?

To be happy in fern, for a short time.

What do you think, is fern better looking on Danish shore?

Does it smell more than ours?

Is is softer? - That is vulgar!

Even proletarian in a way.

Nature is not a mattress. - A matters?

I wouldn't have thought of that. That is your idea.

These Danes don't know that army has the rights of passage.

There must be discipline. Especially for the occupied.

Look at this.

Dad Gruyten arranged this. He obtained a pass.

She's bringing me a package and a good wishes from my homeland.

I'm so stupid. The army took care of me.

She's not coming for me.

It's simple.

I though of a way how we can both survive.

If we take a boat, Sweden is not so far away.

People are normal over there. - The war will be over soon.

The war will never end. It will always last.

Heinrich was right. They are apes, they are not human beings.

They only look like them. - We'll be there in two days,

We'll be waiting for you.

What do you want?

You fools!

I shit on your Reich!

Dr. Scholsdorff, if I'm not wrong.

Yes. - Come on in.

Make yourself comfortable. - Thank you.

This way.

Please, take a sit. - Thank you.

What would you like to drink? - Thank you, I don't drink.

Tea perhaps. - Excuse me, servants have left.

Mr. Gruyten, I came here for personal reasons.

I wanted to apologize. - You just sit down, sit down.

I'm a linguist. My specialty is Russian literature.

When this unfortunate war has started,

I was forced to change my job.

I'm working in Ministry of Finance - I know.

Mr. Gruyten, I called you. Why didn't you come?

That unpleasentry would be solved easily that way, but like this...

I'm in a inconvenient position, I'm being checked.

Your file has gotten in the hands of the Gestapo.

The company 'Schlem and sons' with workers and clerks is a fiction,

your fiction.

Only the money that you've received on the company's account existed.

For the Gestapo, you're a saboteur. You've done harm to your homeland.

I don't understand your motives.

You didn't gain any profit from that.

My profit is the damage I've caused to the state.

You came too early, Dr. Scholsdorff,

because I didn't caused as much damage to the Reich as I wanted.

If only you didn't use the names of Russian writers.

How could I possibly allow

that Tolstoy work at construction site and eat radish?

Or this, for example.

Next to Koblenz, at construction site of the company ' Schlem and company'

works plenty of Russian workers.

Gogol,

Pushkin,

Dostoyevsky,

Turgenev.

Gogol didn't use the names of Russian writers in 'Dead Souls'.

What else could've I done?

I had to file a report.

That was too much. - You were right.

I would've done the same.

My daughter, Leni.

Dr. Scholsdorff.

PhD in Slavic studies.

I've heard, miss Leni, that your mother passed away.

Not only my mother, doctor.

My condolences. That was all against my will.

Why are you blinking, doctor?

Why aren't you a soldier?

I'm deeply touched.

Allow me that...

You always do what you must do.

No more, no less.

You're an honest citizen.

Everyone are honest citizens. - You have to understand me.

We're not criticizing you.

You have to respect the order,

and follow the rules.

Trust me, miss Gruyten, If I'd known back then...

I'm at your disposal.

Your father is well-read man.

He put the entire Russian literature in camps.

My father reads only newspapers.

And rarely.

Goodbye.

Miss Gruyten, you're here just a week, and you've become quite the florist.

I'm observing you and thinking how dexterous hand you have.

Don't worry about the place, that many soldier dying.

So many dead and wounded... And bombardments...

Whoever dies for his homeland, has the right to get a wreath.

Even when it's unknown where he's buried, there on the East,

in his homeland, grave is digged for him, and in it placed a wreath with his name.

You want to know what is in the grave? Nothing.

Nothing.

Look at our Walter, he already boarded a new one.

Why are you looking at me?

This time I'm innocent as lamb.

Why are you looking like that?

You've never seen a Russian before? - I prefer Russians dead.

Enjoy in war, comrade, because peace will be terrible.

Mr. Pelzer, I'm bringing you Boris Koltowski.

His number is 437. Be careful, he speaks German.

Who told you to sit down? You're rude.

Helga, sit down at another table, next to miss Gruyten.

Russian can sit next to Kremp.

I'm responsible for him. When I bring him in the morning, I want do bring him back,

understand?

If you want to kill Russians, then go to the front.

In fact, jump there, on that one leg you have left.

I saw thousands like that. Only, I was heading East and they were heading West.

Russians have to be watched only trough scope.

I'm very thankful to you, commandant.

I've met Boris' father, Grigory, in Berlin, in 1938.

He was attache in Soviet embassy.

We became friends, even good friends.

After five years I've received a message saying that Boris is captured. Three words.

Russian prisoners are convicted to disappear.

Mortality rate is very high in his camp.

Do everything you can that he survives the war.

That won't be easy, but I'll try. He just has to remain calm.

Of course, that will stay between us.

Mr. Pelzer, give us a ride.

I'll hardly take both of you.

Come on Russian, hurry up, motorized ones have arrived.

You don't mind the wreath? - I'm not dead yet.

I thought you just make wreaths.

I didn't know you collect them.

It's war time, one wreath can be put to use at least five times.

We just change the name and ribbon. That's in the interest of war economy.

Mr. Pelzer, I have a suggestion.

Don't change the ribbon, just wait for the next Hans.

You're right. We're not putting last names on them anyway.

From now on, just a name and a usual saying.

For example: 'For our dear missing one from his wife'...

One more thing, group that's making wreaths its too small.

And another group has too much time.

Are you economist? - No, an engineer.

That's our coffee. He has the rations from the camp.

He has the camp rations.

This is my coffee.

What? Your real coffee to that guy? Even we don't drink that.

Great.

Real coffee for the Bolshevik.

I think I'm on the right track. I found your father.

You know that he would call us if he's alive. - You think?

How would he do that? By phone, or would he send a card?

Your father is in a camp.

A working camp.

I've had enough! You're just looking at jam. Like all of us are thieves!

Will Kurt get up from the potty and steal it?

Otto didn't mean that. - I though exactly like that.

Ownership must be respected.

Otherwise, we'll all die. - I'm starving.

Are you? - Yes.

You know, Leni, prices on the black market are going up.

Cigarettes are almost gone.

And your coffee, I'm paying it like it's gold.

Do you know how much you owe me? - You don't trust me anymore?

It's not just about me. You have to provide guarantees.

Maybe apartment... - Leave apartment alone!

You be quiet!

What about the mortgage? - Why not?

You're overreacting. If Leni didn't take us in, we'd be in the basement.

Shut up, that's none of your business!

I don't have any money, I need guarantee.

Mortgage will be named on me.

That way it will be better for you too.

Miss Gruyten,

come in.

It's better we're not seen.

Don't be afraid. I'm a friend of Otto Hoyser.

When was the last time you saw him? - I haven't seen him.

I only know people who saw him.

Your father has great fortune.

He's in that camp for months and he's still alive.

Mr. Hoyser says you want to help him.

It's strictly forbidden to help camp prisoners, it's punished by death.

How much would it cost?

You are his daughter.

Me and my comrades are taking a risk. The amount must be appropriate.

Nothing will happen to us in graveyard, only dead are here.

And us? - Us?

We are shit.

You're wrong, we're the company of national interest.

Necessary in war time.

I couldn�t do that with two of them.

If only he's my husband's friend... No, never.

Not at the same time, in the same moment.

Russians have no rights to go in shelters.

I was a soldier. I know what's my duty.

'I was holding your slim hand...'

I'm scared. - Of what?

I'm afraid of death?

You're not?

Who wrote those rhymes? - Georg Trakl.

'I was holding your slim hand...'

Why don't you go outside, children. It's better to be killed outdoors than indoors.

I'm going to loosen up a bit. I have to, in my age.

I caught the old man again. He's stealing from children too.

He took a piece of bread from Werner.

I don't understand anything.

How can you sign the mortgage on the old man's name?

He'll take your apartment, you'll see.

Who is it?

No one.

Where are Americans now? - They've crossed the German border.

If you'd have to choose, would you chose Pole or Englishman?

Pole, if he's not Jewish.

Where are those ribbons?

This is third Otto today.

Where do you think you are? In church choir?

What's that stupid song?

I don't understand anything. - I think it's by famous German poet.

His name was Georg Trakl.

Correct. He died in the last war. - So what?

Are we working or singing here?

Congratulation, boss, Russian songs are being singed in your store.

Don't get upset, Kremp, Miss Gruyten has nice alt. That's very German.

She sings about some Sonja. Sonja is a Russian name. We're in war, mr. Pelzer.

Our comrades are dying in Russia.

Sonja isn't just a Russian name. Sonja Heniei is also Sonja.

Beautiful,

if you're looking for me, I'm not there.

Who are you waiting for? Not Kramp or Pelzer?

What is it then?

Enjoy in war, because peace will be terrible.

What were you thinking when you put mortgage on your apartment?

I need the money. I pay six marks for cigarettes.

And for all of us, that's quite the amount.

And coffee, bread...

Soap...

That Russian at Pelzer, he has blond hair like Heinrich.

I need a military booklet for Boris.

The man you talked about earlier, he knows his way around.

You know me, I would never allow that, never!

Miss Gruyten was singing a song about Sonja.

Russian sang only once, and quietly. It was German song.

It was completely German song. I guarantee you!

We have other information.

At your place, few days ago, Russian songs could've been heard.

They were sung by workers and a Russian prisoner. - That's disgraceful lie!

Song about Sonja is old Russian song.

It's from Russian Empire.

It's singed in every bar.

Russian prisoners aren't allowed to sing Russian songs.

They aren't allowed to sing at all. - I swear he didn't sing Russian songs.

He was just humming some German song.

He speaks German like you and me.

Boris, come over here.

You remember the song you were humming the other day? Sing it.

Do you hear? He sings German songs.

Boris, why don't you come out?

It's better to die outside.

I want to ask you something.

What do you feel when you write on ribbons:

for F�hrer,

for people, for the country.

Mr. Pelzer, I hope you won't get angry.

That's pleasant work for me.

I meet only dead SS members here.

Hello, Pelzer.

Yes, Walter Pelzer.

Tell his excellence that everything's fine.

I have to tell you something.

The young Russian is in a relationship with Leni.

Yes, with Gruyten's daughter.

For a long time now.

No one noticed anything.

If I'd interfered it would only be worse.

I'm going to have a baby.

Our beautiful red flag is flaunting...

Bolding told me that.

That boy has gone mad.

Yes, he was singing that while he was going to work by tram. Quietly, of course.

A worker approached him and whispered:

'Be brave, comrade, we already won the war.'

He's right. We've lost the war.

But I don't know if they won.

You know about Pelzer's report.

The Russian is in relationship with miss Gruyten for months.

They're seen during raids. - Make sure he survives until the end of war.

He'll maybe be useful.

What will you do after the war? - What about you?

My question was stupid.

I should've ask: 'what are you doing tonight?'

Or better: 'what will we do tonight?'

You've been in Russia?

You can tell, right?

What kind of people are Russians?

I don't know, I was giving them butts.

Bombs?

No, artillery.

Already?

You're right, honey.

What else do you like, beside me?

I really like you.

What do you want? - Military booklet, not for me.

But you'll need to change the photo.

For Leni's Russian?

Comrades, fascists are gone!

Comrades, fascists are gone!

I won't leave here until the end of the war.

If I don't come back, it means I found her. - Or that you're killed.

'Question your conscience and ask yourself did you offend God,

with thoughts, words, acts...'

'Father, I've sinned against heaven and You...

'I wondered like lost sheep, and I'm not worthy to be called your child.'

Katarina Kirchen, first communion in 1878.

You want to roll cigarettes in prayer book?

I'll patent it.

Prayers on cigarettes.

One cigarette, one prayer.

You want to smoke, Boris?

'Were you fulfilling your marriage duties?

Were you sinful on purpose with another man,

married or unmarried?

Hands up!

How are you?

Sit down, Boris.

They're not looking for Russians,

they're looking for Germans.

Those who are imagining that the wars is over.

What is this?

Not bad.

Where did you find that?

Are you going to shoot us?

I will tell you.

Between us, the war is over.

Did you see Simon? Little boy...

When they send children to war, that means that war is over.

What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your beauty? Why did I give her that

booklet for you?

What's your mane now?

Alfred Bulhorst. Don't forget that.

If Simon finds out you're name is Bulhorst, he'll kill you.

He was trained to shoot Germans.

Those who put out white flag!

How the hell did you come here?

With proper pass?

It wasn't hard, guards are gone.

Enjoy in the war, comrade,

because peace will be terrible.

Simon!

Simon!

Germany has failed!

I'm scared. Boris, I'm scared.

You returned.

You surprised me.

I'm bringing rent from Otto Hoyser.

Your money for my apartment.

You could've send it via post office. - Post office?

Your money for my apartment.

I waited for a year for this pleasure.

To pay you rent for my own apartment. Rent is an debt of honor.

Come in, don't stand out there.

Thank me for your life! Otherwise you'd be dead!

What else do you want?

Stop it!

Give it to me, Walter. Americans are right behind me.

Leave, I'm not holding you back.

My motorcycle is not for sale, I need it.

We're old party comrades, Walter.

One week before American arrived I gave my membership card back.

I have a verification.

I'm not Nazi. - Sell me that motorcycle.

I'll pay you in cash, 1000 marks.

Ten times more.

10000.

It's not even worth 500! - To you, today is worth more than 10000.

But I'm not a monster.

10000 marks... Alright.

Pay attention in second gear.

You're a business man, mr. Gruyten.

After demolition, there's construction.

Steel will always be steel.

These days they're giving me a tank for two pack of cigarettes.

Do you know how much is 40 tons of steel worth?

You know things about constructing, and I have the funds.

I propose that we pal up. You organize, and I'll finance.

We'll share the profit on half.

This is gold, pure gold. All we have to do is bend and pick it up.

Do you agree? - No, mr. Pelzer, I'm a mason, I want a job, you can hire me.

I'll give you a job if you want. I'll pay you good.

Bring Boris too. What's his name now? Bulhorst?

Alfred Bulhorst.

Your papers.

Alfred Bulhorst?

Correct?

When were you born? - 1920.

You were soldier?

Do you have a discharge paper from the prisoners camp?

Come with me.

Tell madam that we handed Alfred Bulhorst to the French army.

All our camps are full.

They gave him to the French, on other shore of Rhine, to Saar.

American is naive, he asked me why Boris didn't say he was Russian.

Soviet war prisoner.

Americans would send him to Stalin, And Stalin would say:

How can you be alive? Why didn't you die for your country?

Why did you allow them to capture you? Straight to Siberia.

Alfred Bulhorst, your husband,

was killed in a mine accident.

If someone gets killed in war, even if he gets captured...

But on the end of war to be enslaved

and to die in camp, that's really bad luck.

Nifelheim,

is almost in Holland, right?

Is is true that in Nifelheim even adults

ski in wooden shoes?

Grave is over there, in the last row. You'll recognize it by fresh flowers.

His parents came, not long ago.

Before the accident, late Bulhorst

was writing to some Leni.

The letter arrived to his parents.

They don't know who's that Leni.

Are you her, maybe?

Strange, why didn't you bring flowers?

Miss Gruyten, your father died in an accident.

However, in vague circumstances.

Your father wasn't in dangerous situation,

and nothing indicates to participation of third person.

My biggest respect, police commissioner, Schmidt.

Excellency, your excellency.

Do you remember that my information were always accurate?

Who let this dog in?

Dogs disgust me!

Madam Schweigert, have another one.

Biscuits are great.

Leni is right, mom. I've never tasted better biscuits, even when you make them.

This guy with vodka, his name was Bulhorst.

Too bad I was the one who sent him to camp.

Leni, my dear, Trakl, Schubert,

I'll never forget it.

What do you say, Boris?

You know, madam Herzhold, Leni and me are in love.

Soul must speak inside a man. Soul is the most important.

I said it, and I repeat,

that Hoyser is on top of my head.

When that young idiot shoot me,

strange, I didn't feel anything.

You didn't change, Heinrich.

I checked, people wear wooden shoes after Dutch border,

they don't wear them in Nifelheim.

Are you sure you don't know western dances?

Please, have another one.

Please.

Translated by Inglourious @KG