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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.

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--

Salomon?

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?

We can again see the confirmation of the fact

that although Goebbels,

and with him all the pencil pushers

of the Berlin Hate Center,

are really fantastic liars,

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.

We can again see the confirmation

of the fact that although Goebbels,

and with him all of the bureaucrats...

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.

“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 from a judge like Karl Engert.

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.