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"JUNE 0"

Thieves!

Faster, faster!

They stopped chasing us!

Let me look at you.

Where did he get you?

Sorry, Israel. I'm so stupid.

We have to tell Papa.

We're not going to say anything to Papa, you hear me?

He'll kill us.

Do you have it?

I have it.

We got it.

Let's go, we're late for school. That's all we need...

Hey, hey, look what I got.

Another game, let's go.

Move. Get out of the way!

How much? What's this worth?

Can you tell me what this is worth?

I don't know, show it to Mossi.

She's like this girl from my beach house in Caesarea.

You don't have a beach house in Caesarea!

Of course I do!

Ask Adam. He's been there.

It's a palace.

Mossi?

Can't you see we're reading important news?

More important than this?

This is crap.

Don't you even know what gold looks like?

This is brass.

Is it worth anything?

It's worth, I'd say...

Get to class!

It's worth this.

But I didn't...

Mossi, I didn't say yes...

Today, as on the first day of the trial...

Eichmann entered the glass cell bowed to his defense attorney...

and showed almost no signs of emotion.

He listened intently to the words of the judges...

and was careful not to look at the crowd that filled the courtroom.

The audience today watched for the last time

the man who commanded the murder of millions of Jews

with a simple stroke of his pen,

Adolph Eichmann.

We should sentence Adolf Eichmann

to the punishment befitting, at the very least,

the depth of evil, the ocean of suffering

perpetrated on the Jewish people in the course of one day...

- I got it! - Silence!

Sir, I finished the task.

This is a historic moment. Listen.

This court is sentencing Adolph Eichmann to death

for his crimes against the Jewish people

and his crimes against humanity...

Papa, are you angry with me?

No. Not you.

Let's go.

Where?

To get you a job.

We've had enough of your games.

Israel, did you tell him?

I would never.

Come.

Papa, where's this job? I can go by myself.

The school sent for Mama.

They think I did this to your brother.

Is that the reputation you want us to have in this country?

What's it got to do with me...?

Shut up!

Your lies make me sick.

Israel, go home.

Mama's waiting for you, go.

The man we're going to meet is a very serious person.

He's a famous fighter.

You show him respect, you hear me?

- Yes. - Let's fix your hair.

Let's switch.

I'll take it.

- What is this? - From school.

Mr. Zebco, sir!

Sir!

Ya'acov. Yaki.

Remind me?

We met at...

At the...

At the union hall.

We... Up from Libya. A year ago.

My father drives the wagon.

He's reminding you that we emigrated from Libya a year ago.

He hauls scrap metal for you.

You said need small... Skinny...

This is both both...

Yes, yes, yes. Come. Come.

I'll bring him right back.

Thank you, Mr. Zebco.

Janek, come with me. Ezra, come.

Here, the kid will clean the kibbutz oven. No more bickering.

Take a break, let the kid do it.

Clean it!

On the inside, kiddo.

Tell me, Shlomi...

What are we going to do with a child?

They're skinny and cheap.

Ezra, remember when you were skinny?

I could still fit in there.

Right, so how've you grown so lazy?

Mr. Ezra? Do I get the job?

Doesn't look like it.

Mr. Janek? Am I hired?

Sorry, kiddo.

Where's Mr. Zebco?

Try upstairs, the office.

Mr. Zebco?

Okay Papa, let's go.

I did my best, but I don't think I...

Zebco said the job starts tomorrow. Right after school.

- For me? - It's a good job.

It'll give you a future in this country.

Don't do anything stupid.

Oh, no. I did do something stupid.

What!?

I...

I didn't say thank you.

Just go. Hurry.

Go!

I'm already running late.

Actually, it's okay. I'll do it tomorrow.

Interesting insight, Natan. Ron, read us yours.

The Nazis and their accomplices saw Jews as a race, not a religion.

Secular and observant Jews were slaughtered equally.

Very good, Ron. Eichmann implemented this doctrine with savagery and efficiency.

But, sir, are Jews not a race?

What do you think?

Race or religion?

Both?

Are all Christians European?

Are all Muslims Arab?

No.

Then why are all Jewish people Jews?

Now, that's a treasure.

- Where'd you snatch it? - None of your business...

David!

Sorry, sir.

Tell me David, do you see yourself as part of the Jewish people?

- Do you understand the question? - Yes, Sir.

Then answer it.

I live here, yes.

Are you Israeli?

Me? Now? Of course.

Then why do you act as if our discussion about Eichmann

has nothing to do with you?

- I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. - Rightfully so.

Because every Israeli Jew regards this moment

as a pivotal point in our nation's history, except you,

considering you keep disrupting your classmates so disrespectfully.

Did you prepare the work I assigned?

Yes, sir.

Please, then. Tell me something about Adolf Eichmann?

It was a very controversial trial.

It raised a lot of moral questions.

We'll put him to death for his crimes.

It's a big mistake if we kill him.

What?

I didn't have time... My brother and I...

Is this what your father is telling you?

My father? What's he got to do with...

It's a mistake to kill a Nazi?

God decreed in the bible,

"An eye for an eye."

Yes, but an eye is not a life.

You Arab Jews complain about being treated poorly in our country.

But look at your attitude toward the atrocities perpetrated on European Jews.

Not true, sir. My father was sent to a Nazi camp in Libya.

The Italians handed over lots of Libyans.

I didn't know about Eichmann before.

But now I do.

I read all about it.

Where did you read it?

This is not a newspaper. This is a tabloid.

Propagandist disinformation. Neo-fascistic smut.

Where did you get it?

Where did you get it?

Do you know what's so sad here?

That you're too ignorant to understand any of this.

Get out.

Get out!

Tamar, please continue. What did you write?

Kiddo! We got a new brick shipment.

Come here. Come...

See Kookooricoo over there? The guy sucking a lollipop?

Go to him! Kookooricoo!

Take him, find him some work clothes.

Come, you arrived exactly for a break.

Thanks, thanks a lot, Kookooricoo

After the defendant had been convicted on all counts,

The Prosecution demanded the death penalty for Eichmann.

The German Defense sought to reduce Eichmann's sentence

Saying, 'What happened to the Germans can happen to any nation.'

Turkish coffee.

Take one. Keeps you going at work.

Take it.

No, thank you, I don't feel like...

Thank you, bless you, thanks.

It's hot.

Enough with this! Stop!

What were you thinking! You idiot! Where's your head?

What happened? What did he do?

Probably nothing,

but Ezra's worked here long enough to know

getting yelled at is better than getting killed for disagreeing.

Killed?

There's only one thing Shlomi Zebco's killed more of than British soldiers.

Arabs. So better watch yourself.

Me?

I'm Jewish.

You!

Me?

Are the tools in the truck, Kookoo?

Get on the truck.

Are you talking to me?

- Are you deaf? - No.

Then move!

Tell me, what are you?

Excuse me?

Where are you from? Your skin color is dark.

I'm Israeli.

Excellent answer. Well done.

Listen. We're almost at this Yemenite cheapskate's place.

He's refusing to make a delivery, even though he got paid.

If and when I tell you... What's your name?

David.

If and when I tell you, "David, inspect the tank."

You're going to climb inside

and punch a hole in the bottom of the propane tank.

You want a tank with a hole in it?

Of course I don't want a tank with a hole in it!

But it's too heavy and this Yemenite won't let us use his crane.

We won't be able to get it on the truck by ourselves.

I don't intend to pay this pig for delivery and get nothing in return.

If I don't get the tank, nobody gets the tank.

Wait here!

- You piece of shit! - Shame on you!

I paid for delivery and now you say I didn't?!

Ezra paid 30 Liras for delivery!

I told him 60, not 30!

Ezra is dumb!

David!

Yes, sir Mr. Zebco!?

Inspect the tank.

Grab it. Grab it!

Go in then.

One minute.

Do you have another ladder?

Think for yourself, get another truck...

But I paid for delivery.

What does it say right here?

Excellent!

Oh, my dear boy, how nice!

It was my idea.

Clever. Clever boy!

Where did he find you, kid?

You steal parts, you steal money,

and now you want to steal my best employee?

- Best? - Let's go.

Take your child slave and your second-rate ovens,

and never come back here for anything ever again!

Your terrorist blood money is no good here anymore.

Sit up front.

How did you come to me again?

My father, Yaki. Yaakov Saada.

- He hauls your scrap. - Ah, yes, yes.

He said you got in trouble with something.

Shoplifting. What did you steal?

Nothing serious. Chocolates, candy...

Everyone deserves a second chance.

I'll make a man out of you yet.

Oh, no!

I hope he's not here to arrest you.

What? For what?

How are you?

Good afternoon.

Rabies? What's the connection?

Why not rabies? Think about it...

A rabies outbreak in the South.

Sharpshooters have to kill all the rabid dogs, jackals and coyotes

leaving nothing to chance.

And we have this pile of carcasses rotting in the sun.

Can you imagine? The smell alone!

We have to burn them.

- Just bury them. - We can't.

- Why not? - Because of...

Oh, yeah, because of the water!

- Water? - Yes, the drinking water.

We can't risk burying the animals

and have the rabies contaminate the well water.

We have to burn them! There's no choice.

It's a complete bullshit story.

But if that's what you want me to say... No problem.

Beautiful! Great, Zebco. Thank you so much.

It's a done deal. Agreed?

When do you bring him here?

- Him, who? - The rabid dog.

I can't bring him here.

Not him himself. His body. What we're burning.

Bring Eichmann here?

No way, Zebco. The oven has to be mobile.

Hayim, this is a gigantic oven. More than two tons.

I don't give the orders, I just deliver them.

You're still working for Ben Dov? Thanks.

Commander Ben-Dov, to you.

That can't be right.

He runs all the prisons in the country now.

Sends you his very best, by the way.

Why doesn't he come and ask me himself?

He sends me messengers?

No, it's not like that, Zebco. He knows we're friends.

Hayim... I'll build you the oven. On one condition.

Tell Ben-Dov I want the dog alive.

I'll burn him myself. Right here.

I want to hear his screams. More beautiful than Wagner.

Hayim! Why are you so serious? It's just rabid dogs, right?

Yes.

Yes... Rabies.

When will it be ready?

We'll get it done on time, don't worry.

Great, thank you, Shlomi. I really appreciate it.

Let's raise a glass to the occasion.

No. I'm on duty, are you crazy?

Do you know what would happen if I don't leave now?

Twenty reporters will be waiting for me outside the prison,

competing for headlines about the color of Eichmann's underwear.

I'd like to know the color too.

Don't worry. What's your drink?

I am worried. His court appeal will be filed tomorrow

and if it doesn't go through, the procedures will start moving fast.

- At home I drink Pernod. - Pernod?

You'll have to settle for some partisan Slivovitz.

My metal-cutter Janek makes it.

It's from plums, so good...

Goddamit!

- What happened? - This son of a bitch!

Someone swiped my booze! I have to start locking my door.

No big deal. I'm on duty anyway. I have to go.

One second, Hayim. I want you to tell my guys.

Better they hear the rabies story from someone of your authority...

David!

Come here!

Come here, I want you to hear this!

David! I want you to hear this!

David!

David! Come here!

Come here!

Where are you running?

Don't be scared.

Come over here. You misunderstood me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I'm not angry with you.

You know...

You heard too much.

It'll be very quick. No blood.

I'm just going to crush your throat.

What were you doing in my office?

What were you doing in my office?

Nothing, I swear to you.

I didn't hear anything, I swear.

That's not what I asked.

I was putting it back. I swear.

Listen.

The best thing about clever boys

is that they know they're clever.

So I know you know that what you heard in my office

needs to be kept a secret.

Shlomi!

Shlomi, where are you!?

I'm here!

What is it?!

Come quickly! It's Janek!

Janek?

Janek, are you alright?

Janek. What happened?

I'm okay.

Give him some air. Back up. What happened?

Where does it hurt? Ezra, get him water!

Did anyone see what happened?

He just went down like a feather.

- Where does it hurt? - I'm okay

- Did you hit your head? - Did you see?

- I wasn't here. I just came running... - No, no.

Did you see what they want us to build?

- The oven? - Did you see the blueprints?

Down here. In the original.

Topf?

Topf und Sohn.

Topf and Sons. It's German.

It's the company that built the crematorium in Auschwitz.

This model is called The Little One.

Shlomo,

why are we building a Nazi crematorium?

Why?

Everybody back to work!

Hayim, they have to understand what they're building.

They have to know.

Shlomi, I can't. Ben-Dov will kill me.

Ben-Dov can go fuck his sister.

I'm not asking. I guarantee my guys.

They won't say a word.

Ezra, David.

- Yes, Mr. Zebco, yes sir. - Come

We need you too.

I'm coming.

Good evening, this is Yuval Friedman reporting from Jerusalem.

Adolph Eichmann will file his appeal at the Supreme Court tomorrow morning.

It's hard to imagine what new evidence could be submitted

to the court to try and exonerate the Nazi.

Should his execution be carried out

this will be the first case of capital punishment in Israel

since its inception.

After approving the death penalty based on British mandatory laws...

I told you not to loiter here!

You did, but it's still a free country!

You're not allowed to take my picture!

The army censor will tell me if I can use it, not you, sir!

Keep it up and I'll throw you over the prison wall here!

Please, Captain! You'd make my job so much easier!

I know what you're looking for!

It doesn't take a mind reader.

Look out!

Did you see what happened to him?

Is everything okay?

Everything okay?

Yes, yes.

I didn't join the Border Police to be a prison guard.

We'll hang the bastard, and get out of this concentration camp.

Before we protect the prisoner from others,

we need to protect him from himself.

The prisoner is awaiting an appeal.

We'll be here for a long time.

Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain.

His death sentence just made our job twice as hard.

Stay alert!

Where's Commander Ben-Dov?

He already took the big shots down to the annex.

They waited, but...

Dammit!

If the appeal is denied and we execute the Nazi,

we'll cut a hole in the ceiling,

we stand eye-to-eye with the Nazi up there and then we drop him...

Then, we let him swing for twenty, thirty minutes.

And then...

We scratch our heads. What do we do?

It's not that complicated.

Take him to another country where they do burn the dead.

We can't do it. Jews aren't cremated.

But he's not Jewish.

Where does it say we can't cremate a goy?

Burning a goy, I'm not worried about.

You told me we don't have a... what-do-you-call-it?

Crematorium.

Throw his corpse in a ditch in the desert. He did it to millions.

Good idea. But there's a legal concern. Right, Micha?

Yes. The Attorney General's office determined we have no legal recourse

to refuse handing the body over to the Eichmann family.

In that respect, burial becomes a method of storage, not disposal.

The Prime Minister will not give the body up

and allow Eichmann's grave to become a Nazi shrine.

Can you imagine?

A pilgrimage of Brown Shirts to the grave of their martyr.

If the appeal is rejected

and Eichmann is hanged,

the best legal recommendation is,

the moment after execution,

before any claim for his body can be filed,

we cremate the body.

Hayim should have news on this.

Hayim? Hayim!?

Hayim?

Avivi?

Avivi?

You.

- Who are you? - I'm the barber.

No, you're not the barber. Avivi!

- Who let you in? - The guard. He was right here.

Where did he go?

- He went to find someone named... - Captain Amzalag!

Yes, you.

You abandon your post, Avivi?

Only to find you. I heard you had an accident.

I just saw the car.

You never leave your post.

Who's this prince?

He's the barber.

- We work only with Yaish. - We can't work with Yaish now.

- Why? - He died.

- Yaish is dead? - Yes

- Pas-possible. - Please.

Who called in a barber without talking to me?

Ben-Dov said to keep The Client contented because of the verdict.

The Client asked for a haircut, his wife is coming from Germany.

What?

She's what?

How do I not know something like that?

This Barber's on the approved list!

Stand next to him. He doesn't move until I'm back!

Got it? I'm warning you, Avivi!

Hayim! Where did you disappear to?!

What did Shlomi say? Do we have an oven?

Zebco will build the oven.

But he has one request.

- Here we go! - He wants The Client brought to him.

You all know Captain Amzalag?

Zebco behaves like he's the only one who blew up the King David Hotel.

What a prima donna.

Zebco's a terrorist.

I fought alongside him in the Etzel. Before I joined the Haganah, of course.

The most brilliant military mind I've ever met.

But he's an animal.

Tell that savage, Eichmann burns here. The Nazi only leaves this prison as dust.

Rabbi, does any of this sound problematic to you?

As long as it is never used to cremate Jews,

a religious opinion is unnecessary.

But, may I ask then, out of curiosity...

Why not just build a bonfire?

Eichmann's kidnapping Argentina was illegal according international law.

The security services would like everything else played by the book.

Okay, Gentlemen.

Sounds like we have our oven.

Hayim, you can go now.

Mr. Micha.

We met before.

Nice to see you again.

I'm Eichmann's bodyguard.

I recognize you from the courtroom.

I just wanted to tell you I think you're a...

You're a true hero.

I was at the trial every day.

Hearing that witness tell your story...

While you were sitting right there in the courtroom?

I think everyone should hear your story.

Micha, when's your trip to Poland?

Soon, I don't know exactly when yet.

Permit me to ask you, are you a survivor?

Me, a survivor? No, no.

It's okay, you can tell me.

I was born in Kfar Saba.

- And your parents? - Third generation in Israel.

- What's your ethnicity? - Turkish.

- Turkish. Both sides? - Yes.

You look European.

Is that a problem?

What? Looking European?

No, not at all.

See, it's a matter of caution.

You look European. Ashkenazi Jews are not allowed to guard the Nazi.

I can't have survivors here.

I don't want anyone here from a family affected by the Holocaust.

I don't want people getting...

emotional.

Middle-Eastern and North African guards only.

As you can see,

I'm Moroccan.

You don't enter the cell until I tell you to.

Once inside, you'll immediately sit on a chair.

You will not stand unless I tell you to.

Turn around. Hands on the wall.

- They searched me twice already. - Okay.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have accepted this job.

You'll use his comb.

I need my spray bottle.

You'll cut his hair dry.

Every time you're ready to make a cut you tell me.

- Every snip? - Every snip.

Open up!

Wait here.

Sir,

he shits.

The barber is here.

- Are you ready for your haircut? - Yes.

Thank you, Captain.

Okay?

Go ahead.

Sorry.

You can stand up.

Leave me alone!

You okay, Captain?

Please let me go!

You Israel Police have it all backwards!

You're his prisoners!

You're not allowed to talk to reporters!

Leave him alone.

Son of a bitch!

What was it like to hear the verdict?

It was...

It was like drinking a glass of cold water.

What the hell is he doing?

He's been acting strange since the accident.

Hayim, I searched it already.

I don't care if even Ben-Gurion comes to see him.

Starting tonight,

we search the cell twice after every visit.

Yes, sir.

- Yosef! - Sir?

What does drinking cold water make you think of?

That it's... It's refreshing?

Right? Am I right?

Don't know, I don't know.

It's not that kind of question.

Should I call the doctor?

No, no. It's okay! He's okay.

Son of a bitch.

Stop! Where do you think you're going?

Let him.

Okay, let's go.

Tell me, what in the world could possibly happen outside this prison

at four in the morning

that's worth taking the bus and camping out here like a hobo?

I came to see how you're doing. It was a serious accident.

You could throw something my way. A detail. Something small.

You shouldn't be so stubborn.

What's he reading? What did he have for dinner?

Imagine, your face on the cover of the "One World".

You'll get a promotion. A raise!

A raise?

Two more Liras and a Major's rank? Sit behind a desk all day?

I'll take anything. You can be anonymous if you're scared.

Scared? Scared of what?

You tell me.

You're a hustler, a smut peddler.

I'm a journalist.

- You're a troublemaker. - Thank you.

Don't you want to be part of history?

History can go to hell.

Your cigarette, sir.

You okay, Captain?

It doesn't hurt?

No.

I mean your eye.

My eye?

Someone should take a look at it.

Sir.

You're not coming to court for the appeal, Captain?

No, it's my day off.

But you will be here tomorrow?

Yes.

Can you give this to my wife in case I don't see her again?

You should give it to your lawyer.

I did. But just to make sure.

Please.

Please.

I already checked it, sir.

Good morning. Cigarettes?

Put it on my tab.

Can you get me back?

For me?

Still stubborn?

Still stubborn.

I must admit I'm a bit nervous speaking to you all in English

and even more so to be in Poland

for the first time since I survived Auschwitz.

And before that this very ghetto,

I lived here behind this window.

Alone.

I was 16 and I was lucky enough to have a permit to work.

I was ordered to find all the bibles in the ghetto

to gather them up and bring them to be burned.

One morning, after weeks of trying,

I finally convinced an old widow to part with her Bible.

She lived here. On the top floor.

I took her Bible,

and as I came down the stairs

stepping over sleeping people huddled together on each step,

I notice the Nazi guard who always had a dog on a leash

was not at his normal post

and instead was stalling with his wife.

I could smell her perfume as I passed.

Suddenly the Nazi grabbed me by the back of the hair and throw me down

and dragged me all the way across the street

and throw me on a bench that was here.

Right here.

They had discovered I hadn't been burning the bibles.

And now I would be punished.

The whip this Nazi used cut the air like jet when I swung it.

When it landed on my back,

my mind, to my own surprise did the strangest thing...

It counted.

One.

The number one.

Two. Three. Four...

Seems crazy to count.

Six. Seven. Eight...

I wished only 25 as I thought to myself

if there is a blow more than 25 I will be dead.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.

I fainted...

"Aufstehen!" "Get up!" in German.

And I don't know to this day where I got the power,

but I stood right up.

I didn't want to be shot,

and I knew he would shoot me using my running as an excuse.

And then I thought maybe he won't shoot me in front of his wife.

So I turned...

And I ran...

All the way and collapsed between these buildings.

I know what some of you must be thinking.

"It's not the worst story of the Shoah."

I'll add: "it's probably not even the worst thing that happened to me"

But I tell it to you for a reason...

During the Eichmann trial,

I worked with the lead prosecutor for the state of Israel,

Gideon Hausner.

I'm an investigator for the Bureau 6 Police Department in Jerusalem.

And we walked together interviewing Eichmann himself,

in the flesh.

Adolf Eichmann has been sentenced to death

and while we wait to learn the outcome of his appeal

and if his execution will be carried out,

I thought it was important for you to hear my story.

To the process I lost my understanding of what justice meant.

How does it apply?

And what does it mean for crimes of this nature and scale?

I couldn't figure it out...

Then one day in a pre-trial interview,

a man told me he lived in this very ghetto.

I said: " Me too."

He asked my name and I telled him... told him: "Aaronson."

And he said "Aaronson?"

"There was a boy named Aaronson that I saw with my own eyes"

"get whipped 80 times."

Not eighteen.

Or thirty, or fifty but eighty times.

"How do you know it was eighty?" I asked him.

"I was there" he said.

"I counted them."

I counted...

He counted.

My understanding of justice in this context was suddenly clear to me.

Order.

"They told us later this kid "Aaronson" died". He then said to me:

And I shook my head

and I told him: "He's not dead sir".

"He's standing right in front of you".

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm Ada from the Jewish Agency.

Yes, of course.

Is everything alright? I gathered it was at 8. Isn't it?

Yes, but I wanted to prepare you for the program at tonight's event.

Do you need another moment?

Two moments, if you don't mind.

No problem.

Micha, this way.

It's a shorter walk this way.

I can't stop thinking about the story you told today.

I'll never forget it.

It must be difficult to be back here again.

Thank you.

It is a very strange experience for me.

It's right here.

Two Vodkas please.

Was there something wrong with the hotel bar?

Here you are.

Thank you.

Cheers.

I had to make up an excuse to speak with you privately.

The hotel is teeming with delegates.

Are they plotting to poison me?

Shula and the Americans are going to make you an improper proposal.

Improper?

I wanted to sit with you on the bus today,

to tell you about it, but I wasn't sure how it would look.

The tour through the ghetto today was a trial run.

A successful trial run, from their perspective.

They want to create an annual program

and turn the ghetto into a tourist attraction. Formalize these delegations.

Sorry. Sometimes I'm not clear.

No, I'm just waiting for the improper proposal.

They want to bring you here on a regular basis,

to tell your story. Your testimony.

It's like letting you experience the torture over and over again.

To describe the most painful, most tragic moments of your life,

again and again, to strangers,

like you were some circus freak show.

They're not sanctifying the memory, they're just commemorating the crime.

So you've actually kidnapped me.

What? Of course not.

Maybe it wasn't your intention,

but it's certainly the outcome of your bold action.

And I, in spite of my suspicions,

followed right along.

I felt I had to warn you.

I wasn't thinking too much about the "how", I suppose.

I'm trying to persuade you to refuse the offer.

To convince you that your past is yours,

and it's private.

We all want to do our part to help our country,

but this is too much.

You don't have to rent out your pain for it.

It's pretty astonishing what's happening here.

You're a Jewish Agency employee,

trying to sabotage a Jewish Agency initiative.

It's bigger than that.

I don't want 'never forget' to become 'only remember'.

They're using you.

If we buy in,

if we invest ourselves in this pain,

we'll become the biggest ghetto ever built.

But this time we'll have walled ourselves in.

I think it's better if I leave.

It's very rude to be late for our hosts.

- Wait, please... - I find your words offensive...

I'm sorry, it didn't come out right, please.

I believe with all my heart,

that Jews have to be masters of their own fate,

in a state of their own.

But why accept this anxiety of ours?

Should we have to re-live the horrors of the past?

Re-live the past to justify the present?

To confirm that it happened?

It happened.

We don't need to underplay our weaknesses

but we also don't need to put on our mourning suits

to be proud and free in our country.

Look at the bar.

What do you see?

Drunk men.

When I finally came to Israel, after the ghetto,

after Auschwitz, after the Cyprus refugee camp,

I faced the immigration officer of this new country,

my new country, which itself was only a few days old.

And for the first time I told someone

what I'd gone through to get to Israel.

All this pain

and horror, bottled up inside me for years, finally poured out.

I told him the same story I told today on the ghetto street.

And the immigration officer looked at me,

and you know what he saw?

He saw a gaunt, desperate man.

Only skin and bones, with horrible breath,

and a feeble voice,

and he concluded that everything I'd told him

was a figment of my imagination.

Because one cannot grasp,

cannot deal with such a story.

It hurt me very much.

And I told myself I would never speak about it again.

The gassing of my parents.

The murder of my ten year-old little sister.

The 80 blows.

Because my own people's disbelief

was the 81st blow.

But when Eichmann was captured,

and was brought to trial in Israel,

and I was appointed to be his interrogator,

and I sat up tall and straight

throughout the entire trial,

wearing the police uniform of Israel,

and watching the witnesses take the stand in court,

swearing on the bible

and their stories no longer dismissed as fables,

but as testimony bound by law.

Then I stopped feeling ashamed.

The entire country listening

to every word on the radio, every day, on every bus, in every school,

as these events were put in order.

And all these people who didn't know, or didn't want to know,

they heard it all.

And they finally believed.

I see that man at the bar,

and I remember that these atrocities

took place in his back yard,

in front of him, his eyes wide open.

And I know that he'd prefer

to let everything that happened remain a fable,

a passing nightmare.

To deny it,

and then hopefully forget.

I've tried it myself.

And from his perspective what else can you expect?

He's only human.

But I can't let that happen in my world.

Not as long as I'm alive.

The Nazis thought they were humiliating me

when they tattooed a number on my arm.

But they actually gave me a purpose.

You're absolutely right to say I'm not just a holocaust survivor.

I didn't just live through it. No.

I don't see it that way.

I am a fossil.

A remnant.

It's in every wrinkle of my skin,

every organ inside my body.

Don't forget, the bus leaves at 7AM.

I told Shula, since I'm not one of the speakers, I'm not going.

Really?

I've already been to Auschwitz.

Of course.

Then this is the last time we'll see each other.

I escort the Americans to the airport tomorrow

and then I get on my flight.

I thought you're based here in Poland?

I requested a transfer a while back.

The agency assigned me to the Switzerland office.

Immigration department.

It should be a better fit for me. I hope.

If that's the case, I wish you the very best.

Thank you.

And if you ever

come back to Israel...

And if you ever find yourself in Switzerland...

The President has rejected Eichmann's request for clemency.

In a scathing personal letter to the condemned Nazi, he wrote,

"As thy sword hath made women childless,

so shall thy mother be childless amongst women."

It works!

It works!

Attach the chimney. Let's test it out!

A little less pressure.

Beautiful, kiddo.

Press hard.

Is everything okay?

Everything's perfect.

- Arrogant kid. - I told you so.

I wonder who he gets it from.

Come on, come on!

Don't you know how to work? Push it!

Left, left, push it to the left.

Take it there.

It's time.

It's closed!

It should be ashes, no?

What do you think?

I think it smells pretty good.

Oh, no, Ezra. This is the end. You're finished.

Don't worry. It will be all right.

What's the problem?

Unless the Prime Minister likes his Eichmann medium-rare,

I think we're going to need a bigger burner.

Ezra, you're an Idiot!

I did exactly what was written in the plans.

The plans were only for the structure!

You knew that!

We're going to need another burner.

It's impossible to build a burner in one night.

It's locked from inside. Can't get in.

Okay, come David.

See that opening?

Can you climb up there?

We can go to Hatuka's house and ask him. He'll understand.

Stealing from a thief isn't a crime.

Kookoo, stand there. He'll climb you.

What if we get caught?

I don't get caught.

If you get caught...

Put your hand out.

Close your fingers.

Wrap your thumb around.

Strong.

Now give me one right here.

Go ahead.

Very good.

That's it?

That's it. You can do it a few times if you need to.

Until you put the man to sleep.

Kookoo, let's go. David.

You know what you're getting, right? Yes.

Go. We don't have much time.

I'll catch you, don't worry.

I have something heavy, throw me the rope!

- What's this? - I took everything that was attached.

I think the oxygen makes it burn hotter.

Yes, it does.

Did you know that, Ezra? Give the kid a compliment.

Of course, I knew that. I just thought...

Let's go.

King David.

We're almost ready.

Let's get going. There's no time.

Who's coming to operate it?

I'll get my tools.

Janek.

- What?! - Get in the truck.

No, no, no.

Ezra should go. He's the technician.

I'm just a metal cutter, Shlomo.

I don't even know how to light it.

It has to be you.

What if something goes wrong?

Ezra?

I don't know.

- David? - It's perfect.

You heard the child.

Avenge.

Red hose, gas - blue hose, oxygen.

Just follow the colors.

Gas, first on the frame. Then on the canister.

Light the pilot and make sure you see the blue flame.

Do not open the oxygen valve until the pilot is lit.

It's dangerous. It can blow up.

Jan? Look at me.

I got it.

- How are you? - Let's get this monster off the truck.

Let's get you signed in. Come with me.

Is everything alright, sir?

Captain, may I please use the telephone?

It's an emergency.

Come.

David!

Let's go.

I need David back inside.

What will I tell his mother?

Tell her it's crucial.

My son, needed to factory at night?

Crucial to the entire country.

There's nothing I can do about it.

It's the last time.

It won't happen again. Thank you, Yaki.

Red pipe is the gas. The blue pipe is the oxygen.

Just follow the colors.

Gas valve first on the frame

Then on the canister.

Once you see the blue flame of the pilot,

you open the oxygen valve

first on the frame and then on the canister...

You understand me Janek?

Don't open the oxygen valve

until the flame from the gas is lit.

Do you hear me?

I got it.

- What are you doing? - I'm having a smoke.

You're a child!

Get out of my chair.

Twenty minutes have passed, sir.

Get ready to deliver the body.

Lower him down.

It wasn't intentional. We're sorry, Reverend.

No, the other side. Headfirst.

Think he needs more time?

What are we putting it in?

One morning at Birkenau they woke us up very early.

It was freezing.

It was always cold,

but nothing like that day.

When we went outside the Polish guards handed us shovels,

and told us that the path from the Nazi barracks was completely frozen,

and that we had to cover it with sand

so the SS officers wouldn't slip on their way to breakfast.

As the sun came up, we saw what we were shoveling onto the path wasn't sand.

It was ash.

There were mountains of ashes

piled up behind the crematorium.

So little ash one person makes.

Janek, did it work?

Janek.

Did you do it?

Did it work?

Janek!

Did you succeed!?

Yes.

David.

Come on up.

Shlomi, did you hear?

Yes!

I don't believe it!

We did it. Just us.

Now you can add a new souvenir.

Here.

What is it?

It's not payday.

Go home.

I got some sleep already. I'll help Janek.

No, no, you can't.

Why not?

There's nothing left to do.

Nothing left? The Hilton job alone will take three weeks.

You're not on the Hilton job.

Why not?

Because you're fired.

What do you mean?

You don't know what fired means?

It means you don't work here anymore.

Why wouldn't I keep working here?

Because I said so.

- Why? - Because that's what I want.

- Why? - I don't want you to work here anymore.

- Why? - Why, why, why? Is that all you can say?

Because you're a kid, and this isn't a place for kids.

But what did I do?

Haven't I done a good job here? Am I not part of the team?

No.

Without me there would be no burner.

Janek wouldn't know how to make it work.

Nothing would work!

So, you think it all worked out thanks to you?

You're wrong. You're a cog in the wheel.

I'm better than all your workers and you know it.

You even said so yourself.

You're an arrogant little punk

and I want you to go. Now.

It's not fair.

What I'm doing now is an opportunity for you.

You understand that, David?

Go home, go to school.

Study something real, get a profession.

I have a profession.

I love the factory. I want to work here forever.

That will never happen.

Is it because I'm an Arab Jew? Is that why?

It's because you're a thief.

Did you think I'd forget that you stole my watch?

You said everyone deserves a second chance.

You're right. You had your chance.

Now it's over.

You stole the watch first, didn't you?

- From a British soldier. - I didn't steal it. I took it.

- What's the difference? - He was dead.

Because you killed him.

You're a thief and a murderer.

British. Arabs. You even killed Jews.

And you're proud of it.

Your crimes hang all over your walls.

Do you know the difference between us?

What I did, I did for my country.

What you did, you did for yourself.

Now,

you're out.

You want to hit me?

What did you do?

We're now beyond our territorial waters.

I'm telling you, she's Italian.

She's French, my father was there.

Italian, can't you see?

She looks like your mom.

Can I look at that with you?

10 cents for a peek.

I'll give you 10 Liras for the whole paper.

Greetings from Tomer's mom.

Give it to me!

Get lost!

You'll get it when we're done.

Why would I make this up?

I'm not saying you made it up.

But you don't believe my story.

You don't believe I built the oven.

It's not about whether I believe it or not.

Wikipedia can't add your name to the Eichmann execution page

as a builder of the oven

because you can't prove your participation.

And I tried to contact the two factory workers who are still alive,

Zvika and Ezra and...

Kookoo.

No one called him Zvika.

They called him Kookoo, short for Kookooricoo,

because he loved those red lollipops shaped like roosters!

You get it?

I couldn't contact Kookoo.

Kookoo has dementia. He's in a nursing home,

I visit him once a week.

Okay, but I talked to Ezra

and Ezra said

that no 13 year-old helped build the oven.

He worked there for over twenty-five years

and said no child ever worked in the factory.

Why would you take his word and not mine?

Why?

Because they were contracted at the factory,

because they appear in photos

and because Ezra identified Zebco's body after he was killed in a car accident.

It's in the 1978 police report. It's clear cut.

This is concrete evidence. There's no ambiguity.

Maybe you can double-check for pay-stubs?

No. Shlomi paid me in cash.

In my last email I sent you a picture.

It's in the folder.

It's from the night I quit the factory.

The night Eichmann was executed.

Look at the date.

Zero-six, sixty-two? I don't get it.

June Zero.

June the nothing, 1962.

There's no date to commemorate the execution.

Are you mentioned in this article?

No. What we did was top secret.

But I bought it with the last 10 Liras Shlomi gave me.

Shira, please...

Don't take my name off.

David, I'm truly sorry.

But until you can produce some kind of proof,

even if you add your name back in every day,

I'll continue to delete it.

I fought in '67. And again in the Yom Kippur War.

So did my little brother, Israel.

Israel was killed.

He didn't get to do anything meaningful in his life.

I did.

Nothing spectacular.

But not many people can say they were a part of history.

I am a part of history.

A small part, I know.

But my part made a difference.

Building the oven is the most significant thing I've done in my life.

Probably, the most important thing I'll ever do.

I touched history.

Or it touched me.

What's wrong with asking for that recognition?

David.

Some truths have to wait patiently to be discovered.

Maybe you're one of them.