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Here on the outskirts of Jerusalem

is a place known as the Mount of Remembrance.

Each tree along its avenue of the righteous

honors another gentile.

Men and women who risked their own lives to save a Jew's

during the Holocaust.

The accompanying medal to each honoree,

some living, others no longer, bears an inscription:

"Whoever saves a single soul,

it is as if he had saved the whole world."

Although there is no order of precedence along this path,

it is generally acknowledged

that the man whose name is on this plaque

heroically earned this honor

through the courage and passion of his life.

Come on, let's give the old witch one last dance.

Come on, kick.

Kick higher.

Raoul is a bit old for it, isn't he?

Why?

If I didn't mind grass stains on my shoes,

I'd be out there dancing with them

instead of sitting here being old with you.

Notice, Herr von Fremd,

my dear cousin's spirited defense of her baby.

Well, it's a mother's right.

Raoul, be careful!

In Germany, we celebrate the family.

Isn't it so, Mr. Lauer? Ha-ha-ha.

One, two...

- Well, throw it. Three!

Come on, get going.

Get the hell out.

Nice Hungarian peasant boys.

Sixteen, maybe 17.

Arrow Cross fascists jerk them off their farms,

teach them to burn, to kill.

What you say your name was?

Fodor. You know, it's Nikki Fodor.

Well, not anymore.

You're Laszlo Birosh, Catholic, factory worker.

You know the Jewish Music Society?

Well, go there. Get everyone out, back to their homes.

Those choir boys will burn anything with a Jewish sign on it tonight.

Major Wisleceny, Colonel Eichmann.

Admiral Horthy is expecting you.

Father, look. Is that Eichmann?

- Yes, I invited him. - You invited him?

Yes, I thought it would be politic. Go on, ride on, Nikki.

Ah. It's good blood. Magnificent.

How many centuries of noble blood does the old fossil claim?

I was taking about the horses, not the old fossil.

Occasionally, a piece of horse flesh arouses me more than women's flesh,

but only occasionally.

I don't think Admiral Horthy will let you meddle with his stable.

His country, he can't do anything about,

but his stable and the region of Hungary, he will fight for.

Colonel Eichmann, how very pleasant you could come.

Heil Hitler, Highness. - Yes.

- Major Wisleceny. Heil Hitler, Highness.

You both know Monsignor Rotha, papal nuncio.

Colonel Eichmann.

Colonel Eichmann, what a happy surprise.

Lisl, this is remarkable Colonel Eichmann

that you've wanted to meet for so long.

Colonel, my lovely bride.

How truly fortunate you are, baron.

And how truly unfearsome you seem, Colonel Eichmann.

Not at all what one might expect.

Really?

I am flattered.

Fearsome? Where could you have heard such a thing?

Baron, why don't you invite the colonel

to your Arrow Cross maneuvers next week?

I'm sure his presence there will encourage your young scamps.

Admiral regent,

I must see those excellent Lipizzaners at close range.

- Delighted. - Baroness.

- You obviously fancy horses. Thank you.

I am certain the colonel welcomes this opportunity

to discuss the upcoming rites of purification privately.

Rites of purification?

Oh. Oh, yes.

That is appropriate on Walpurgis Night, isn't it?

You know, of course, Walpurgis Night is of German origin.

An ancient pagan custom from Bavaria.

Can you imagine, in the old days,

people actually put some poor woman to the torch?

I thing I prefer one made of straw.

Herr von Fremd.

I'm told you Germans are still disposed

to such amusements.

A national appetite for bonfires, huh?

- True? Raoul.

- Herr von Fremd is our guest. - Of course.

And an important client of the Wallenberg banks.

That's enough, Raoul.

I apologize for my young cousin's rudeness.

I only spoke the truth.

Herr von Fremd, please forgive my son.

I think he has had a bit too much to drink.

Not at all, Mother.

I'm as sober as Adolf Hitler.

Now, there's a leader to be admired.

No alcohol, no tobacco.

But perhaps a taste for more exotic vices.

That's enough, I said, Raoul.

I will expect a written apology to Herr von Fremd.

- You may leave. - Leave?

My dear Mr. Wallenberg, that won't be necessary.

Many people listen to this false propaganda

of unreliable sources.

I can assure you,

we have not inconvenienced one single Jew.

And you have amply supplied them with gas.

Oh, for cooking and heating, of course.

Your Führer will not tolerate people

...making jokes about garbage.

I teach you a lesson, a big lesson.

If you laugh at mein garbage, I give you big jails, ja?

Und the gallows, und the whip, und the bullet, und the gas,

und the fire!

Out. Out. Everybody out. Go home.

You there, mind your manners.

You can't break in here like this. It's a concert.

They're burning the synagogue. They'll be here next.

The warder sent me. Go home.

The warder? But who...? Who burnt the synagogue?

Arrow Cross.

What are you all sitting here for? Go home.

And lock your doors.

Hannah, I'll take you home.

- Come on. - No.

Oh, no, no.

- NIKKl: Come on. - Hannah.

But the Germans said we'd be safe.

Yeah, like the 12,000 they shipped out last week.

Let the Jews burn!

Kill the Jews!

Hey, you, Fodor, whatever your name is.

How do we know we can trust you?

Papa, we can.

He has friends. They're fighting for us.

Friends? Zionist hoodlums.

- Nikki, what'll we do? - Follow me.

I know the back alleys.

Eichmann told the council we would be safe.

We... We would be safe if we followed orders.

- We are Hungarians. - Follow me.

The Führer will tolerate no further delays

- in eliminating Jewish sabotage. - Colonel Eichmann...

There are still a quarter of a million Jews in Budapest,

including three individuals whose wealth and power

you personally continue to shield.

I really must protest.

Colonel Eichmann,

I was an anti-Semite before you were born.

I bow to no one in my distaste for the chosen people.

I drafted Hungary's best, most vigorous anti-Jewish laws.

But death camps like Auschwitz were never what I had in mind.

Auschwitz, Auschwitz. No.

Even our enemies, by their silence,

acknowledge that we are right about the Jew.

Colonel, it is tradition in our country

to leave all matters of commerce and finance to the Jew.

And I am not going to violate this ancient Hungarian tradition.

- Certain Jews... - All Jews must go.

You will not be allowed to interfere any longer with deportations.

Not be allowed? I will not be spoken to in this...

The Führer demands a favorable ruling from your cabinet.

The deportations will be intensified.

The final solution has been set in motion.

Your behavior was outrageous.

You humiliated your mother.

It's a good thing von Fremd is a tolerant man.

Tolerant? Germany's collapsing, he needs your money

for all those ambitious new projects such as Auschwitz.

Raoul.

Is that really a good investment, Uncle?

Oh, Raoul, please.

You're not only impertinent, you're naive.

Of course we do business with the Germans.

Who hasn't?

But we are also working closely with the anti-Hitler movement.

Banking is not a business for moralists.

And you certainly demonstrated that when we sent you to Heifer in '37.

Somehow I wasn't made to sit behind a desk and say no to people.

But instead of calculating exchange rates,

you brooded into your wine glass

and talked philosophy with your new friends.

Brooded? We did that some.

We also talked about movies and women.

Oh, please, stop, both of you.

Raoul, with your goading.

And, Jacob, you do make Raoul out such a dilettante.

It simply isn't true.

He worked very well in Heifer. He always works well,

at the university and as an architect.

I thought his plans for the new spa were quite stunning.

The fact that you and your brother rejected them

tells more about your own limitations than about Raoul's.

The bath he designed for it was outrageous.

It was brilliant.

Not really, Mother.

But my quick cork, that was brilliant.

Popped right out of the bottle without a corkscrew.

And without a single customer among wine merchants everywhere.

But was I discouraged? Never.

I went right on to cheap Japanese zippers,

which led directly to my current involvement

with a middle-European trading company, n'est-ce pas?

Where I'm a leading authority on the importation

of smoked goose breast and pickled cucumbers.

Kalman Lauer is a generous man,

and his philanthropic zeal has led him to offer you a desk and a phone

and to send you off to any place

where your gift of languages could be useful to him.

Not to mention your talent for locating the wild truffle.

A talent I share with rooting hogs.

Raoul,

you said you were drilling your home guards this afternoon.

- Can you drop me off in town? - Yes.

Don't turn away from this, Maj.

- I'm not turning away from anything. - Please don't deny it.

You have confided to me your sorrow at Raoul's indifference.

Indifference?

Towards having a worthy career.

- That's a source of sorrow for me too. - Uncle.

Just the opposite may be true.

I have felt so keenly

the enormous advantages I came into, the privilege,

the love that has surrounded me.

And I'm afraid I've made so little of it all.

That I find myself going about my business in the middle of a nightmare,

trading shrewdly for shipments of wild truffles in countries

where people are herded like cattle into freight cars and gas chambers.

We can't change the world.

The war is practically over. The nightmare will end.

But if you go on wandering through life in search of perfect justice,

you'll starve, my boy.

Swedes don't starve, Uncle. They're neutral.

Especially Wallenbergs.

The assignment requires an experienced diplomat.

It also calls for a persuasive one, doctor,

and it looks like our man just qualified himself.

Once Raoul makes a commitment...

Now, just for your information,

our American ambassador has talked to your foreign ministry

and we're sure that they'll respond favorably.

Oh, Raoul, you're improving. Only 25 minutes late.

My apologies, Kalman.

Iver Olsen, my friend Raoul Wallenberg.

- How do you do? - I believe you already know Dr. Preiss.

- Always a pleasure. - Indeed, sir.

Well, I hear that we're practically fellow Americans.

Well, you spent five years in Michigan, didn't you?

Much more. Maine to Mexico.

Nice to see you, sir. Champagne?

Beer, please.

My champagne cousins own the hotel,

so the employees are under the misconception

that I have some share in the Wallenberg fortune.

- Sir. - Thank you.

- Skoal. - Skoal.

As you know, Mr. Olsen's with the War Refugee Board

set up by President Roosevelt.

Yes, we're looking for someone to represent us in Budapest.

Mr. Lauer has told me that the purpose of your organization

is to save the 250,000 Jews left in Hungary.

Then you can understand why it is so important to choose the right man.

Dr. Preiss is head of the Jewish Committee here in Stockholm.

Yes, as foreigners, we thought it proper

to consult with an advisory group.

I've told Mr. Olsen about the many trips

you've taken for me to Budapest.

Business as well as in search of my wife's family.

He knows the city.

He has contacts.

But Dr. Preiss still has his doubts about me.

Only about your seriousness, Mr. Wallenberg.

If I am selected

and if the Foreign Office agrees to give me the latitude I need,

I would be relentless, gentlemen.

You'd be a fully accredited Swedish diplomat

attached to the legation.

What the mystery writers call "a cover."

Ha. Precisely.

Now, my contact tells me

that your country is ready to increase its representation.

And they're fully aware of the purpose you mentioned, to save Jews?

Cautiously aware, I'd say.

I'm told even Swedish Jews are cautious.

That they occasionally suffer what my American friends call

the Mayflower complex.

Which is?

The fear of crowding the vault if too many more Jews come here.

Tell me, doctor, would it militate against me

if you knew I would go to any length to save lives in Budapest?

Including the promise of Swedish citizenship

to as many Jews as possible?

I would answer saying

that you have expressed your seriousness most eloquently.

Amen to that.

This is dreadful. Quite dreadful. It won't do at all.

- It doesn't fit. None of it fits. - Ha-ha-ha.

The whole of it is just one long piece of green.

You are like a little boy with a new soldier suit.

- Look at all these buttons. - Stand still.

Gabor, we must get this aligned.

Ga...

God, I adore you.

If the jacket isn't right, it must go back to the tailor.

The fit isn't right.

All the decent tailors in Budapest were Jews.

Well, Gabor, where have they all gone?

Who knows? They are such a mysterious breed.

I don't know. I've met so few Jewish people.

It's one of the advantages of a convent upbringing.

Three successive convents.

You can't imagine what a welcome sight you were

after all those sisters.

And I thought it was the Italian men who suffered by comparison.

So they did, my love.

Actually, this uniform is quite good for me.

And the arm band, it gives it some flair.

- Panache. - Yes.

And how grateful I am to your cosmopolitan background.

You were taught not only to speak French,

but to make love like the French.

Such things cannot be taught, Gabor.

- Isn't the green a bit poisonous? - Green is green.

What do the crossed arrows stand for?

Now, that is an old Magyar symbol.

Honor, courage, virtue.

Supremacy over Bolshevism and the Jewish menace.

Why are they a menace?

That is enough about politics for one day.

But if I don't ask,

how will I ever learn?

You've already filled your pretty head with more than enough questions.

- Gabor, I have one more question. - If you must.

What did Monsignor Rotha mean when he asked God

to forgive everyone who kept silent about the Jews?

The nuncio is a meddlesome old woman.

Does that invalidate his prayers?

That is a second question.

Gabor, if what he implies has actually happened to those people...

Those people are unworthy of another moment's time

as our senile regent will learn shortly.

- Gabor. - Yes.

Eichmann is losing patience with Admiral Horthy

for trying to suspend Jewish transports.

Horthy is trying as well as Rotha.

It's my feeling the Germans will soon replace the old man

with one of our people, the Arrow Cross,

which would make your husband the new foreign minister.

You, Gabor?

The foreign minister?

How wonderful.

Isn't it?

How wonderful.

- Here it is. May I take this? - Mm-hm.

- Be careful. - Nobody picks on Lutherans.

Besides, I'm the most cautious man in the world.

Ugh. What a dreadful liar.

When you were little, you'd run into a lightning storm

and dare the other children to follow.

- You called it God's fireworks. - Did I? I don't remember.

I've tried to be mother and father to you.

He would have liked you to be a naval officer.

Mother, I'm a diplomat. Overnight.

Second secretary of the legation. Not bad

- for an importer of goose breasts. - Hmm.

Take that.

So you'll write to me and come home for visits?

Certainly by Christmas, Mother.

Why do you feel you have to go to Hungary?

Even Jacob and Fredrik say it's dangerous.

I think you know.

I would...

I would explode if I missed this opportunity.

I know. I know and I understand.

I'll miss you.

I love you, my son.

And I'll always love you, Mother.

- Where are we? - Austria.

We should have crossed the border long ago,

if we hadn't stopped for the bombing.

I thought Goering said they couldn't reach this far with the bombers.

Idiot. He still thinks there's a Luftwaffe left.

Goering said if they ever bomb Germany, they could call him Meyer.

That fat bum? He's Meyer, Isador and Abraham by now.

Papers, travel documents and IDs.

Sweden?

Second secretary of the Swedish Legation in Budapest.

Traveling like an infantry replacement.

I had little choice, sergeant.

Sorry.

Diplomat, huh? I never met one.

What does a second secretary do?

Oh, import-export licenses, trade.

You know, a Hungarian salami for a Swedish herring.

Hungarian border.

Out. Everybody out.

Bring your papers down. And one valise.

Yes, come out. Do what you heard.

Only head count and registration.

Come down.

Any Jew strong enough to work goes to the labor brigades.

- Yes. - This goes for kids and girls.

- The rest go to the train. - Everybody out.

RABBl: Come, children, you know we have to go.

Everybody in this building must come out.

Our Hungarian police will treat us decently.

Fodor.

Fodor.

Chaim, you're in charge.

Everyone downstairs. Fodor!

Fodor!

Oh, you fool. Put the knife away.

Come out with the rest of us.

Look, they have the names of everyone here in the building.

You are a janitor.

Look, if you don't come out, they'll torture me,

kill the students.

No, I'm not going. I'll hide out with Teicholz.

Teicholz? Your resistance movement is a joke.

Where is the professor? Where's the rest of them?

Go and line up. Line up. Four and five.

Get out of my way, Rabbi. Tell them I'm dead.

Come out. Come on, hurry.

Do you understand?

Come out. Come on.

Hurry, hurry. Show me your papers.

- Hannah. Where is she? - That cannot be everybody.

- Oh, have you seen my daughter? - What are you waiting for? Go.

- Everybody must go. - I don't know where she is.

Line up in the street. Line up.

Quietly. Quietly.

Hannah.

You can't be here.

- Why not? - Because no place is safe.

We have to go.

My father says I can't see you anymore.

He's got bigger worries than me. They took him away.

They've cleaned out the block.

I have to hide you.

- What will they do to him? - I don't know.

Maybe they'll put him to work.

They've got 15,000 digging trenches outside the city.

Oh, my God.

- We have to help him. - No, we have to help ourselves.

- How? - We'll make a run for it.

We'll find Teicholz.

Come on.

What's wrong?

They won't take us all away, will they?

No, no, no. Of course not.

- I have to go home. - Listen.

You go back and you'll die. You'll die.

Come.

Hey, "street rat" your father calls me, eh?

Eh? Eh? Ha-ha.

Street rat.

Well, street rats know the alleyways. Come on.

Stay together.

Get in line. Move.

Stay back. Stay back.

Move back.

Stay inside. Only one at a time.

Come on, please.

Hey, let us in.

Please.

Why do they do nothing?

Your identification, sir, please.

Be sure that you keep this with you at all times,

or I can't be responsible for the consequences.

But otherwise, there should be...

- You wouldn't be Raoul Wallenberg? - Oh, but I would.

We've been expecting you.

Excuse me. My name is Per Anger, second secretary here.

Just a moment and I'll take you up to meet Minister Danielsson.

There, I'm sure you'll sleep a little better

with this Swedish pass under your pillow.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Above-mentioned to be regarded

as protected by the Royal Swedish Legation.

Only if they can establish a family or a business connection.

- There must be a limit. - Why?

You know, these security passes could use more filigree,

more gold in the pattern.

Germans respect that.

Please.

I swear, that crowd gets bigger every day.

Word spreads quickly.

One can hardly blame them.

Eichmann's preparing to make mass arrests.

Setting up deportations again.

This time, I'm afraid worse than Horthy's latest suspension.

Well, Wallenberg, this is now your project.

What do you suggest?

First, sir, these passes, which are a remarkable idea,

might be issued in much greater numbers.

- Oh, you mean thousands? - I mean as many as there are Jews.

In effect, to make honorary Swedes of them all.

No.

No, that's impossible. We could never follow through on that.

Eichmann wouldn't tolerate it.

We won't know till we've tried.

The Germans will be soon seeking our goodwill.

The Hungarians already are.

Nevertheless, we should do nothing in haste.

I'll set up a meeting with Horthy in the next few days.

With the minister's permission, I've already made the appointment.

With my permission?

Sir, under the terms of my agreement with the Foreign Office,

I am authorized to do so without going through channels.

I verified the appointment this morning

when I delivered King Gustaf's latest telegram to Horthy's office.

Would it be too much to ask, since you appear unstoppable,

if you could operate with discretion?

Not at all, sir.

Toward that end, I will also ask you to employ as few people as possible.

I'm afraid that won't be easy.

I intend to use my funds to hire 100 people.

I'll need secretaries, drivers, clerks, printers, maintenance personnel.

But it won't cost the legation a krona.

I was more concerned with our neutrality

than with the money.

Precisely why I decided to hire staff from outside the legation.

These will all be Jews.

In that connection, sir, I would like to work with Wallenberg.

Since I was the one who initiated the rescue effort,

I could provide continuity.

Well, your charm has certainly had its effect, Wallenberg.

Very well.

But in no way must the crown or this legation be compromised.

No, sir.

We are the leading neutral power in Budapest.

We must not offend anybody.

Jeopardize that condition, you lose our support.

Understood.

Before we go any further, I beg you to come to me

if anyone tries to harm you.

I will punish those responsible, even if they are German soldiers.

But, and this is the reason for my calling together your council,

your people must not try to mislead me, or they will regret it.

I have been handling Jewish affairs for ten years, so nobody can fool me.

My main task is to raise the output of the war factories,

and Jewish labor is essential for this. Heh-heh.

There is so much hysterical propaganda among you

that sometimes I despair of reaching my work quotas

without resorting to the use of force.

I need 400 volunteers at this moment.

If they work hard, no harm will come to them.

Of course, the yellow star will have to be worn.

This will have to be more strictly enforced.

But, colonel, you have given us...

However, these sudden measures that I will announce soon

will only last until the end of the war.

Once, please God, this is given to us, you will find us Germans

the good-humored fellows we were before.

Excuse me a moment.

Ja, what is it?

Horthy has ordered the train to Kistarcsa stopped.

- Well? - We had 12,437 Jews,

a new record, I believe, on the way to Birkenau camp.

Now the Hungarians are turning the train around

and are leading it back into Budapest.

Wisleceny, we will not be stopped.

We will carry on until we clean every piece of Jew crap out of Hungary.

And, Vilmos, please find a larger car. A limousine, we'll need more room.

I want to make it into an office on wheels, a supply truck,

maybe even an ambulance.

Cannot promise much these days. An old Buick, maybe.

Don't promise, just get me what I need.

My God. Wonderful.

Listen to this.

"Informant in Horthy's office tells me your personal note

together with King Gustaf's telegram

led the region to stop Jewish deportation train,

turn it back at border. Twelve thousand or more Jews."

Yes. Yes.

"The papal nuncio, Monsignor Rotha, has heard of our mission, applauds,

and he wants to join forces."

- That's wonderful, wonderful. - Oh, Vilmos.

Pick up the medical supplies at the dock in the Danube.

They've just come through on my orders to Vienna.

- Yes, sir. - Raoul, vice-consul.

- I'll take it on my phone. - He's just going to his desk.

Thank you.

Consul Lutz, Wallenberg.

How kind of you to return my call.

Do you agree we need an urgent meeting

to coordinate action? Huh?

Yes, all neutral diplomats. The Spanish, Portuguese.

- I'll call you back. - You must wait your turn.

Nothing can be done this way. Please. You must wait your turn.

What's happening here?

- Please, get back. - No, you must go down.

Come. Come, get back.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

We were trying to be fair. We can help only so many,

but we can help none of you if you act like this.

You're playing favorites. The rich ones. You're selling passes.

- No, sir. - Mr. Wallenberg is right.

We mustn't act like this.

Let's go outside and wait our turn.

Please. From the back, please go down the stairs.

Yes, she's right. Go on back down.

- Could you go back? - Young lady, young lady.

What is your name?

- If you'll just form a queue outside. - Sonja Kahn. My son, Josef.

Josef.

Do you have any connection with Sweden?

Once I knew a Swedish girl in summer camp.

She taught me how to tie my shoe. It was 15 years ago.

Do you work?

I was a teacher, but we were all dismissed.

- But actually, I'm a good typist. - Ah.

Do you speak and write German?

And English, French, Italian, and of course, Hungarian.

We'll hire you.

Eva, you have a new helper.

I will find you a desk somewhere, a typewriter, a telephone.

Now you have your Swedish connection.

- You're an employee of the legation. - Thank you.

- Like to meet your fellow Swedes? - Oh, yes.

Josi, hurry home and wait for me. Go on.

- Where is your husband? - No one can tell.

He was picked up a month ago for no reason.

I don't know where he is.

Well, you will be safe here.

Excuse me.

It's getting out of hand here.

You know, Danielsson wants us to find new quarters.

Good. We need more room.

Seven hundred passes? Ridiculous.

We need a new document, a whole new direction.

Something broader. Something more forceful.

Swedish royal colors. It's looking better.

But why not the royal seal as well? Just here.

"The Royal Swedish Legation in Budapest

confirms that above-mentioned person will travel to Sweden

on course for repatriation."

Et cetera, et cetera. "Valid for a single and specific trip to Sweden."

Yeah, looks lovely. Reads nicely.

Do you think they'll honor it?

It's too impressive to ignore.

A splendid job, but you must keep this work secret.

Oh, and random numbers on the documents.

- Keep the Germans guessing. - Yes, sir.

Come on, Per. I know where we can get a shipment of powdered ink.

Don't know why

There's no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather

Since my man and I ain't together

Keeps raining all the time

Pity your wife has to miss the fun.

Yeah, Elena adores it here at the Arizona,

but it's too soon after the baby.

She insisted I expose you to a little cosmopolitan chic.

That must be Eichmann.

- Waiter. - Yes, sir?

- What's your best champagne? - Pommery, sir.

Please take a bottle to Colonel Eichmann with this note.

- Right away, sir. - You read the dossier?

Up from the bottom. A drifter, toady.

He's on his feet saluting before his superior enters his office.

And I hear he's an avid collector.

Oh, yes.

Jewish silver, Jewish china, Jewish pianos.

Everything I had is gone

Stormy weather

Since my man and I ain't together

Keeps raining all the time

The time

Colonel Eichmann.

All I do is pray

The lord above will let me

"My dear colonel, please accept this modest gift

from the Royal Swedish Legation, which has heard so much about you.

Raoul Wallenberg, second secretary."

Stormy weather

Since my man and I

Wallenberg?

- Have we met him, Gabor? - No, I don't think so.

Lisl, you know what it is to be a Rockefeller in America?

That's what it means to be a Wallenberg in Sweden.

But they don't send Wallenbergs to be errand boys.

- Do they, colonel? - No.

Excuse me, baroness,

the Reich is obliged to keep the neutrals happy.

This man is clearly not an errand boy.

Please.

Mr. Anger, Swedish Legation, I believe?

Colonel Eichmann, how nice to see you.

- May I introduce Mr. Wall... - Raoul Wallenberg.

Thank you for the Pommery.

You're the banking family.

Just a poor cousin.

Trying my hand at a bit of diplomacy. A pleasure to meet you, colonel.

A bit of diplomacy.

A privilege of aristocrats to try on jobs like clothing.

What are your duties at the legation?

I'm here to...

To help you with your Jewish problem.

Help me?

Well, what can Sweden offer? Freight cars?

Winter clothing?

Please, don't try to camouflage your mission.

You have been sent here by the Americans

to prevent us from dealing with the Jews.

My orders come from the King of Sweden.

A humanitarian mission? I am a humanitarian myself.

We are not harming Jews. We're protecting them.

Good. We simply want to make that job easier.

By issuing those laughable Swedish documents?

The Hungarian government has recognized our passes, colonel.

In connection with the Jews who hold those passes, colonel,

we will be needing protected houses for them.

Buildings that will fly the Swedish flag.

That is ingenious, Wallenberg.

- How many houses do you need? - At least 40.

I have twice that number under my control.

Houses that I have requisitioned.

How much can you pay?

I would say $200,000 in Swedish kronor.

You don't put much value on your Hebrews.

The Americans offered me $2 million for the Jews of Slovakia,

and you propose 200,000.

It's barely a dollar a Jew.

It seems a generous amount for houses you got for nothing.

But I want interest on my investment.

I can see why you don't work for your family's bank.

Delightful meeting you, colonel.

I don't mean to compromise your authority.

I want to cooperate.

You can cooperate by letting us handle the Jewish question in our own way.

Your errand running between King Gustaf and Horthy

was a failure, by the way.

Oh, yes, the Hungarian intervention

stopped one trainload of Jewish laborers

much needed in our war factories.

But this morning, we got through twice as many.

Two trains.

So we made up for your little delay, see?

Hitler. Hitler.

Bloodhound.

Isn't that that what he likes to call himself?

I warned you about his determination.

Some Nazis are less interested in the war

than they are in murdering Jews.

I am determined too, Per.

And stubborn.

Who's the beauty?

Baroness Elisabeth Kemeny.

A family tree that includes two popes

and a holy Roman emperor.

To your health, baroness.

There is a woman full of secrets.

May I pass on to Your Highness

my government's deep appreciation of your response

to His Majesty's recent message.

Please be brief, Wallenberg. The regent is a busy man.

My colleagues and I salute your brave efforts

to stop the death trains,

even though Eichmann countermanded your orders.

These are worthless.

Worthless?

Oh, more impressive than the previous design,

but they have no validity in international law.

They violate Hungarian sovereignty

by taking our citizens away from Hungarian law

and placing them under Swedish jurisdiction.

- No, it cannot be that. - Dangerous nonsense.

We're only trying to make your work easier.

To take the Jews off your hands.

And I'm sure the colonel has more pressing matters

than arresting children.

I have suspended deportations several times,

but it is essential that I do not antagonize the Germans.

These passes, as you call them, will make things worse.

Highness, this telegram has arrived for you.

At the legation.

Good heavens, another message from the King of Sweden.

You hear that, Ferenczy?

"That you take every measure

to terminate deportations of Jewish citizens

in the interest of humanity and take steps to protect..."

King Gustaf is a Christian.

Why does he care so much about Jews?

Ha. But then, of course, you have so few of them in Sweden.

I believe His Majesty's concern transcends religions

or national borders.

Well, I trust you will inform His Majesty

that within limitations, I am doing my best.

We shall indeed, Highness.

But on that subject, our diplomatic pouch also contained

a new analysis of the military situation.

Including the statement of an American general

saying that he would soon fight his way into Berlin

and shoot Hitler in the head as if he were a snake.

May I remind you that Germany is our ally.

There is now little doubt that the Reich is doomed,

and there will be a day of retribution, trials for war criminals.

How dare you intimidate His Highness?

Ferenczy. Shh.

What is it you want?

Not I, Highness. Sweden.

It is King Gustav who hopes you will join us in this humane endeavor.

Come to the point, Wallenberg.

You've made admirable efforts, Highness.

But you have only suspended deportations.

Why not cancel them once and for all?

Exempt all Jews who hold Swedish passes

from wearing the yellow star.

- Expel Eichmann. - You are a brash young man.

Highness, there is great urgency.

Look upon me as a sympathetic witness,

someone who can testify on your behalf.

I ask you

to inform all officials that this document must be respected.

Let us distribute these to the Jews of Budapest.

- How many? - Fifty thousand.

Impossible.

I will authorize 4,500 passes.

The recipients must renounce their Hungarian citizenship.

- Only 4,500? - Be grateful for that.

And I shall hold you to your promise.

You will tell the allies of my benevolent treatment of Jews.

When you give this to Dr. Levi,

he will look somewhat suspiciously at your collar, but finally,

he'll give you all the delousing powder you need from his clinic.

I'm sure of it.

You have instructed me well in underground ways.

You're an apt pupil, Monsignore.

And I welcome support from the clergy.

But I'm not sure the Vatican shares our concern.

I am afraid there are always political considerations.

I meant our moral concerns.

There he is.

His name is Darwas.

Very rich, but maybe not for long.

I'll leave you now. I can walk easily from here.

You're sure? There'll be no trouble?

Your appointment looks nervous enough without my presence.

Don't forget, tomorrow night at the Vatican embassy.

I'll be there, Monsignore.

Mr. Darwas, Raoul Wallenberg.

Oh, yes.

- From the Swedish embassy. - Yes.

- Let's walk. - Of course.

- Your houses are nearby? - Yes. These three.

There are three more in Buda.

I want you to donate your houses.

The Swedish government will hold them in trust until the war is over.

I need safe houses for the Jewish people I'll be protecting.

They are all I own. My children will inherit them.

Mr. Darwas, do you know what Aryanization is?

What Eichmann has been doing?

Hmm. He calls it dejewification.

As soon as the Nazis crack down on Horthy,

Eichmann will Aryanize everything in sight.

Mr. Darwas, if you donate your houses to me,

they'll save Jewish lives, and you will get them back.

Oh, there's the last of my houses.

Oh. Wonderful.

But you can give me no assurances.

You have no army, no police.

Your only assurance

is that Eichmann will kill every Jew in Budapest unless we fight him.

If we don't fight him, we don't deserve to live,

in houses or in caves, for that matter.

Who are you to lecture me?

A nice Swedish boy with nothing at stake.

Not true, Darwas. I'm one of you.

I'm half Jewish.

Don't you see I'm fighting for my own life as well?

Will this entitle me to one of those Swedish documents of yours?

A mint copy.

Hmm.

All right, then.

Let me tell my family and I'll call you tonight.

Half Jewish?

You told me that your great-great-grandfather was Jewish.

All right, I'm one-sixteenth. Call me a liar for a fraction.

Ha-ha. The wildness of the imagination.

Why not, Vilmos? I feel half Jewish.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

The Swede is doing a good job.

I had to stand in line all night long outside the legation to pinch that.

Oh, poor boy, we are so hard on you.

Schiffrin, can you forge copies for us?

When Schiffrin the counterfeiter is finished,

the Nazis will think mine are real, his are fakes.

I want you to print 15,000.

On top of what Wallenberg's printing?

The Germans will get suspicious.

Are you working with Wallenberg or are you working with me?

Who is he, anyway, an overnight messiah?

All I know is the police are pulling more men off the street

for labor brigades every day.

You're right. Raise the order. Print 20,000 of these.

We'll give Mr. Wallenberg more help than he expected.

The paper, I can get.

The color of the ink is the problem.

Get Schiffrin whatever he needs.

Why always Nikki?

He's the youngest.

Nikki, put on the green jacket.

You make a good fascist, kid.

Ah.

- This can't be everyone, Sonja. - No, it's about half.

The others are afraid.

Get after them. Telephone them.

They must move. Your people must help me.

Through the power invested in me,

by His Majesty, King Gustav of Sweden,

I hereby designate this building Swedish territory

under the protection of the Royal Swedish Legation.

The Swedish flag. For them?

Yes, captain.

Well, Sonja will assign rooms.

It won't be the Gellért Hotel, but you will be safe.

- Can you believe it? - Go on, go on.

- You have a savior. - Vilmos, hurry up.

Hey, I know you don't believe in a savior, but you have a savior.

Come on. Come on. Go on and be brave.

- Go on, go on. - All right.

Come on.

- Good morning, sergeant. - Good morning.

You must be the men assigned to guard our new annex

of the Swedish Legation.

- Come on. - What?

Didn't you know? Colonel Ferenczy has approved several houses

under the protection of the Swedish flag.

If this is your patrol area, you are obviously responsible.

Come on, you Jews.

Those are Jews.

It's hard to tell without the yellow star, isn't it?

You will see that no one violates the diplomatic status of this building.

Honor that command and I will recommend you for promotion.

That will be all.

Come along, come along, don't be afraid.

Just follow that bunch of Swedes. Come on.

Let's go. We'll get him later.

Yes, Mr. Derrick. Forgive the late hour.

Yes, my staff can work 20 hours a day, so I can hardly do less.

Mr. Derrick, could you ask your friends for three more trucks?

No, I know how difficult it is,

but we need them to distribute food to the safe houses.

Oh, wait just a moment.

Carry it with you at all times, and remember, you're a Swedish citizen.

- I beg your pardon? - We bless the name of the Almighty.

- Thank you. - And you, Mr. Anger.

The map. Mr. Wallenberg, we have the map.

You will have them? Thank you.

Of the safe houses?

- Yes. - Raoul, the map is here.

Well, at last we have it.

Are Darwas' houses marked?

- Yes. - Yes.

Mama, pick a good house for us and my friends.

We'll go where we are assigned, Josi.

Mama, look.

Colonel Eichmann.

Major.

What an honor.

Heh. Please, everybody.

Go back to work. Go back to work.

I am aware that this is Swedish territory.

We respect the Swedes. Even new ones. Right, major?

We did not expect you, colonel.

Ja, I apologize for the breach of etiquette, and at this late hour,

but we couldn't leave Budapest without saying goodbye.

- Leave? - Your... cooperation

has been so successful that we are going home for a little holiday.

Josef.

Josef, fetch coffee for the colonel and the major.

We'll only be a moment.

May I see one of those magical cards

that changes Hungarians into Swedes?

Of course.

Here.

Admiral Horthy has given his blessing to these documents.

Ja, ja, I know,ja.

Ha-ha-ha. "Above-mentioned person and his home to be regarded

as protected by the Royal Swedish Legation in Budapest."

Creating Swedes with a stroke of your wand,ja?

Oh, there is no magic involved, colonel.

Carry on.

Carry on.

Carry on.

Oh, don't believe the stories you hear about Colonel Eichmann.

Actually, I have never had a bad time with a Jew.

As you can see, I am most tolerant of Mr. Wallenberg's little exercise.

Good evening, colonel. Good evening, major.

Hitler.

"Don't believe the stories you hear

about Colonel Eichmann, huh?

Actually, I've never had a bad time with a Jew."

All right, all of you, back to work.

In the Third Reich, nobody loafs on the job except me.

What do you think?

Could we really be winning here?

Better to hope than not.

Especially for them.

Maybe this is why Horthy

withdrew almost 2,000 of his gendarmes to the countryside.

He's deliberately left Eichmann too shorthanded

to continue his house cleaning.

It's my guess Eichmann's going home to ask his Führer for more strength.

Let's hope the Führer declines.

Meanwhile, with the Russians advancing,

we might be winning.

Get the medic.

All right, this way, this way. I need three more men.

Make sure you do not run out of ammunition.

- The street behind. - You see?

Hey, what's the matter with you? Can't finish it off?

A few of the kids left.

- They're cleaning them out. - Get it over with.

Shh.

Go.

- Mother Mary... - What is this?

You realize you might have shot my wife?

I am Baron Kemeny. What is going on here?

It's the resistance, sir.

Jews hiding in the factory opened fire on us.

Women and children.

We have to teach them a lesson.

Colonel Eichmann left so few SS behind.

We must set an example to maintain discipline.

Yes, I understand that, but there must be a coordinated plan.

The gendarmerie with our Arrow Cross

and whatever remaining SS

- dealing with the Jews. - Yes, sir.

- Driver. - Gabor, why?

Old traditions, old hatreds.

Some of them valid, you know.

After all, our people have suffered.

And with the Russians getting closer,

the Jews could virtually open the city gates to the Bolsheviks. Shh.

Let's go.

Shh. It's all right.

Move, Jews.

Keep moving.

Come on. Move.

Good work, good work.

Let's get the rubble cleared out of this passageway, huh? Move.

Per Anger's bringing a busload of orphans in one hour.

So let's get finished here as quickly as possible and get cleaned up

so we can tuck them into their beds like the proper nannies we are.

All right, we'll do what we can.

This way.

Look ahead. Go on, move.

Come on, Vikings, let's show them how a Swedish brigade works.

- Come on. - We'll show them now.

- Come on. - Good work.

- Thank you. - With your hands.

Come on, that's it.

- On to the lorry. - Mr. Wallenberg?

- Baroness? - We have not met.

No, but I almost introduced myself to you once.

I have heard such remarkable things about you.

I had to take this opportunity to speak with you.

Well, then may I buy you coffee?

I'm told Hungarians are never too busy to stop for coffee.

Even those who are half Italian and half Austrian.

You have done research.

- I won't take you from your work. - No, I have many helpers.

Just give me one moment.

Thank you.

Shall we go? Just across the square.

Please, you are getting wet.

- Share this. - Thank you.

It's astonishing how so many lovely things survive,

even in the midst of catastrophe.

Please, Mr. Wallenberg.

I don't indulge in sidewalk flirtations.

As it happens, I do.

I'm also grateful for chance encounters.

This was not by chance.

Monsignor Rotha told me where to find you.

Ah.

A Queen of England so admired that espresso machine

that she ordered one just like it.

Took it home with her.

Which queen?

Oh, I am embarrassed.

I should know. I went to school in England.

So we are both recipients of Anglo-Saxon educations.

I am told you came here to help the Jewish people.

Yes, and I'm finding it a painfully difficult business.

Would you like a pastry?

- No, thank you. - Yes, yes. I insist.

Have a chocolate square. I'll have an almond bar.

If only to reassure ourselves that the ovens of Budapest

are still turning out splendid pastry.

I think I know what you were implying

with your use of the word "ovens."

But I can honestly tell you that I find it

difficult to believe.

Decent people always find it difficult to accept obscenity.

- I am not a child. - No, no.

But you are a neophyte, baroness, in this matter of genocide.

Isn't that why you sought me out?

I am not sure why I am here.

I heard of your mission.

And I felt I had to hear your side of it.

- So did the nuncio. - There are no sides.

There are only facts.

There are places where millions of innocent people are put to death.

Dear God.

After they are stripped of everything and murdered,

their bodies are burnt in vast ovens.

The sky over a part of Poland is murky, full of soot.

The stench of death permeates everything.

Forgive my ignorance.

Forgive me, I have... I have forgotten my manners.

But, baroness, I need your help.

What could I do?

The Jews of Budapest are the last survivors.

- We can save them. - How?

Your husband is in a position to help me stop this insane slaughter.

You have heard that my husband will be the next foreign minister

- if there's a change of government. - Yes, I have.

And you must convince him to reverse this policy of extermination,

or he will pay for it along with the others.

He is not like the others.

But it would be so very difficult

to make him understand.

Baroness.

When the fighting ends, he will be tried as a criminal

unless he makes an act of contrition.

Now.

Excuse me.

NIKKl: Hey, Teicholz.

If the Russians don't get here soon, what do we do then?

Get Hannah to change your dressing. Your brains are leaking.

Heh. My brains are leaking.

- It felt good to hit back. - Nikki.

We sit around and pray or talk and call each other names.

Socialist, communist, Zionist, orthodox.

All that talk, talk, talk.

When we're finished insulting each other, they'll kill us.

Not all of us. And not the children.

Please go to Wallenberg.

At least put Rachel and Jed into one of his orphan homes.

Forget the Swede. We can take care of our own.

We are all doing all right with our passes.

Wallenberg started it.

He's just another goy, Fodor.

Ow.

When Eichmann comes back, and he will,

you better be damn sure who's really on your side.

- A young boy is... - What do you mean?

Listen.

Raoul Wallenberg,

second secretary of the Swedish Legation.

Good evening, Raoul.

I want you to meet General Schmidthuber.

Surely you've heard of Raoul Wallenberg.

He's been outdoing the Red Cross,

setting up soup kitchens and hospitals for victims of the allied bombardments.

Even the Vatican is impressed.

As was my colleague, Eichmann.

So much that he has abandoned Budapest to you.

- You flatter me, general. - Not at all.

You're giving him fits.

Turning Jews into Swedes.

Tell me, what sort of surgery is involved?

An operation being performed by a worldwide team

of civilized countries.

Well spoken.

Baron and Baroness Gabor Kemeny.

Yes, yes. We're even expecting Szálasi this evening.

Thank you.

Shall we drink? To our host, Consul Charles Lutz of Switzerland

and his lovely wife for this fine reception.

And to all, good health.

And also to the Spanish and Portuguese ambassadors,

and the papal nuncio

for their growing aid to suffering humanity.

The Spanish are also at your service.

Very graceful, my friend. But stop proselytizing.

We neutrals are the only ones who can enjoy the amenities

when the walls are crashing around us.

Oh, Raoul, have you met Baroness Kemeny

and her husband, Baron Gabor Kemeny?

Mr. Wallenberg.

What a delight.

Baroness.

- Wallenberg. - How do you do?

Mr. Raoul Wallenberg, Ferencz Szálasi,

chief of the Arrow Cross Party.

Delighted.

Baroness, what an adornment you are to Hungary's national pride.

Thank you.

But I really know nothing of politics.

We will rescue Hungary for you. We'll purify its wounded soil.

And you, baroness, shall be our beacon.

You expect too much of me.

Before I can go back to Sweden, we must assure the security

of the remaining Jews.

We've issued as many passes as we can.

To Jews of Spanish descent, those who speak our language.

- How many? - Seven hundred.

Reparations for the Inquisition?

Gentlemen, I'm talking about tens of thousands.

A campaign to put all the Jews under our care.

I agree.

The pitifully small number we help with baptismal certificates

or providing sanctuary in the convents.

It simply is not enough.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I must rescue the baroness from Szálasi.

It's molestation.

May I have a word with you?

Baroness, may I have the honor of finishing this dance with you?

If you like.

An unusual mix, huh? The guest list.

If you mean Szálasi, unusual is too kind a word.

I understand your husband is his ardent supporter.

Are you beginning where you left off that afternoon?

My husband is a diplomat.

Then perhaps he can use his diplomatic skills

to civilize the Arrow Cross.

And I'm sorry if I offended you.

How do you assume I can influence him in these matters?

He obviously worships you.

- As he should. - You are presumptuous.

I have been led to believe the Swedes were more reserved.

Perhaps it's my Western education.

Among other things, I developed a taste for democracy

and American music, like this song.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Has it occurred to you that you are rushing into...

Intruding upon my relationship with my husband?

But not, I hope, as a...

As a fool.

No.

No, no.

Not as a fool.

That pleases me, baroness.

More than I can say.

Excuse me, Wallenberg, but I wish to dance with my wife.

Of course. Thank you, baroness.

Have you seen Raoul Wallenberg?

Yes, he's here.

Raoul.

Horthy is about to announce an armistice with the Russians.

Oh, it's not unexpected.

What does your minister think will happen?

German occupation.

And not just the odd Wehrmacht battalion.

Waffen-SS in control everywhere, and Arrow Cross given a free hand.

They're advancing on Budapest even now.

Eichmann. This is what he's been waiting for.

He and that slime, Szálasi.

Of course.

I have the car.

- Excuse us. - Excuse me.

- I will join you as soon as I can. - Good.

Move inside, quickly.

Get out, as fast as you can.

- That's right. - Raoul.

Move inside. Quickly, please.

Horthy has surrendered. It's on the radio.

He said Germany has lost the war and he warned the fascists not to fight.

Help get everyone settled. Beds, food.

- Can we go home? - No.

Please, sir, we want to see our families.

No more Germans, no more war. It is safe now.

No, no, it is not safe. You'll be better off inside. Go on. Go on.

I assure you we'll try to bring your wives and families here.

Stop! You are in violation of the Swedish-German treaty.

- I said stop! - Who the hell are you?

Do you not see the Swedish flag? This man is under our protection.

Now, release him.

- Go on, go inside. - Thank you. Thank you.

You dare to violate our diplomatic status again

and you will answer to Colonel Szálasi.

Now, get out!

All right?

What did I tell you?

Arrow Cross are going berserk shooting anyone they can find.

- How many have we got back? - About a hundred.

- Quickly, quickly. - This way. Move quickly.

- Come on. Quickly, inside. - Find a place inside.

We'll try to bring your families.

You. You traitors!

Animals!

Mikki, I will save you! I swear it!

My God, what can I do?

Abdicate, my dear admiral.

Abdicate?

For the good of Hungary, Highness.

And at the request of the Führer.

If I refuse?

Admiral Horthy, if you do not abdicate in favor of Colonel Szálasi,

your son will be shot.

Find a way to make it clearer to Szálasi the disagreement is secret.

Hungary sends us 50,000 Jewish laborers

to replace the worn-out workers.

The allied bombings have cut the trains.

- The rolling stock is scarce. - They can go on foot. March them.

All Jews remaining in Budapest to be rounded up

and put into concentration camps to work.

Damn Hungarians never do anything properly.

Random shooting, shoving Jews into the Danube.

- And neutral countries' passes? - No exceptions. March them.

My friends, I am so pleased that you responded to my invitation.

- Come, come, come. - Good morning.

Good morning, good morning, good morning.

As you can see, I'm back.

But I desperately need your cooperation.

Now, we must work swiftly and efficiently.

are here in the outskirts of Budapest.

Premier Szálasi has commanded all Arrow Cross...

Fodor. Fodor.

Into your clown suit.

NIKKl: What? - Come on.

Take some of these.

Which ones?

The Swedish passes, our own.

Take them to Óbuda.

There's a work brigade building tank traps.

You got to smuggle them to the people.

You heard how bad it is on the radio.

Are they in charge?

Does it mean...?

Is the Arrow Cross now running the government?

It means we save as many of our people as we can.

Any way we can.

first advance columns are nearing the outskirts of Budapest.

Scared?

No.

Yes.

We'll do it.

You'd better.

Come on, Jew.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Come on, you.

And you. Move.

Too weak, huh?

No good.

Drag him out. Get rid of him.

Jews turn green when they die.

Hey, you don't think it's funny?

Oh, Papa.

Oh. Oh.

Hannah. You must get away from here.

- You must get away. - Forget her.

Take them.

When you get a chance, give them out.

You risked your neck for these? The guards don't respect them.

- They spit on them, Hannah. - No. They can save you.

Hey.

- What's going on? - Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

I could not find what I was looking for.

Do you have papers?

Get back to work. You want soup, you work.

This is no good.

You're a Jew, aren't you?

NIKKl: Hey, is there a problem here?

A Jew girl here has one of those Swedish papers.

They aren't any good.

Sure they are.

Those are the new ones. I'll take her back to Budapest.

- Arrow Cross intelligence. - Hey.

Intelligence? You mug, you idiot.

Go away.

Get over there and start digging.

Then we'll have some fun, huh? Come on, move.

Hey, look, we take care of our Jews.

We're in charge here.

All you do is shoot them and throw them in the river.

We get a day's work out of them.

Come on. Ah.

- Hey, wait a minute. - Hey.

I don't like you.

Come on, keep working there.

Why'd you stop him working for? Keep on. Come on.

All those with Swedish passes, come forward.

Come.

I said, all those with Swedish passes, come forward.

Stupid.

It does not matter if you have lost them or misplaced them,

or if you have applied and they have not yet been issued.

We have a record of all persons holding neutral passes.

- Come forward. - Come on.

Come, we'll look after you.

- Hurry! - What's going on?

Who the hell are you?

I am the second secretary of the Royal Swedish Legation.

I'm here to take responsibility for all workers under our protection.

Get back to work, all of you.

All persons holding neutral passes, come forward.

Get back to the field. Go, Jews, go.

You are being illegally held in violation of international law.

Come forward. Come.

Sergeant, I'll thank you to assist me

so we can accomplish this in an orderly manner.

This has all been cleared with Colonel Eichmann.

Ha-ha-ha. He must be crazy.

You, sir. I know I issued you a pass.

- Please go to the car. - Thank you.

Raoul, come down.

You've got three seconds to climb down, mister,

or I'm going to blow your head off.