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Take another one.

No Spanish.

My name is Mrs Kaltenbrunner, Mr. Polsky. It's Polish, isn't it?

- How do you know my name? - Oh. It's written here.

What, what do you want?

I'm looking to buy a house for a very distiguished gentleman

from Buenos Aires, Argentina.

And, uh, your neighbor's house just seems perfect.

So, I was wondering if you might have the phone number of the owner?

Well, the number on the sign is strangely scratched off.

It's no longer relevent.

I'm sorry. I would still like to take my chances

and get in touch with the owner.

- Do you happen to have his number? - No.

- Give me a hand. - The plates go on the other side.

Oh my God. What is this?

Careful! Let's go slowly. Watch out.

The neighbor keeps to himself. He does not want to disturb us.

Sit! What?

Your dog dug hole through fence, got into my yard and destroyed my roses.

Then what is this?

- What is it? - Shit. Your dog shit.

It's not Wolfie's shit.

Then whose it is? There is no one else here.

- Maybe yours. - This is dog shit.

I don't want your animal in my yard. So fix the fence.

He did not shit in yard.

Sit.

What do you want?

Well, it's regarding the fence. May I come in?

It's about your little squabble with Mr. Herzog yesterday.

Mr Herzog asked to implement your wish and purchase a new fence.

I will not pay for a new fence. I asked him to fix that.

This old fence is not worth repairing.

And cost is not the problem, Mr Polsky.

However. I went over property blueprints and records...

and as it turns out, the fence as it current stands

is in a slightly different location than as it's supposed to be.

Mr Herzog's yard is missing 24 square meters.

The roses need to be pulled out

and transplant them onto property which is exclusively yours.

No. You're not touching my roses.

If you want to uproot them out yourself...

Nobody's uprooting anything, and no one's putting any fences.

Now get out of my yard!

I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Mr Polsky. You have no say in any of this.

It's the law.

You can stick your law deep in your ass and get out of my yard now.

We don't want to spoil our good relations and resort to the authorities, but...

What she say?

They will die.

- And law is law. - Your law? I told you where to put it.

Let me think.

We turn to wisdom of ours ancestors, hmm?

- We cut roses in two. - Solomon's judgement?

What? You want me to say?

Let them take whole land with roses, just don't cut them, huh?

Okay, okay. Let them have it.

You ready to give up your roses, but not let die.

but he take care.

It's me who should be getting roses.

Why?

That's not how Solomon's judgment works!

- What Solomon? - What?

You threw away the instructions.

I don't need instruction to water flowers.

It's not flowers. It's black roses.

Get away from my door.

Mr Polsky? Hebrew? Yiddish?

- Yiddish. - I don't speak Yiddish. English?

- I need to speak to intelligence officer. - That would be me.

He came from Buenos Aires because it got too dangerous for him.

And after he capture his friend, Eichmann,

he buys this shithouse in the middle of shit nowhere,

and builts this crazy high fence he hides behind.

And his false beard, and sunglasses in dark.

And his monstrous dog who put shit... shit, all over my yard.

And his Gestapo lawyer, who does everything he tells her.

Mr Polsky, Adolf Hitler killed himself in '45.

Yes, this is Soviet version. I mean, who can trust the Commies?

They never provided cremated body. Why? Maybe because it wasn't his body.

But why Hitler? Why do you think your neighbor is Hitler?

Those eyes.

I saw his dead blue eyes.

- Didn't he have brown eyes? - Of course not.

I remember those eyes. I met him.

World Chess Championship in Berlin in '34.

He came to watch the final for a while, and I passed him in the hallway.

He looked at me with the dead blue eyes.

Suddenly he yelled and left.

I was terrified. I couldn't play chess anymore.

I will never forget those eyes.

His look of pure evil.

- Do you have a photo of your neighbor? - But why I would have photo of him?

It's him, I'm telling you.

Drink your coffee, Mr. Polsky. It's a traditional Israeli coffee. Turkish.

I don't need no chocolate.

You think I am some old, senile man who sees Hitler everywhere.

Of course not, Mr. Polsky. But can't you understand the budgets are very limited.

And every year we recieve at least 20 reports from citizens,

who think they encountered Hitler.

Maybe, just maybe you got it wrong?

Hitler with his dog Blondie.

You see you can grow a beard. You can get plastic surgery.

But you cannot change your eyes.

He is left-handed, amateur painter. Correct age, same height.

He even has same dog.

You know that dogs don't live that long, right?

I am not idiot. I know it is not same dog.

But he could not help getting same breed.

It was not for you.

I tell you what. Every Wednesday here at the embassy,

we host a support group for survivors.

It helps to deal with the past, to put behind the unfinished...

Shut up! I want to talk to someone else.

I am the senior officer here.

Mr. Polsky, I assure you

when we have solid, tangible evidence.

Your coincidental information and photos of a man with the sunglasses

who may not even resemble to Hitler,

are not even enough for a preliminary inquiry.

This is not solid?

There's going to be nothing solid, Mr. Polsky

because your neighbor is not Hitler, because Hitler is dead!

What do you want?

- Get off my property! - I need to water my roses.

Get out of here!

- And I need for you to write me letter. - For what?

Confirming you took part of my yard.

I've filed for tax reduction with city council.

- I'll have Kaltenbrunner look into it. - There's nothing to look.

Just write. Put your name and date and sign.

If she approves it, then you get your letter. So get out of here!

White wins. White knight to e3, black knight to f7.

Checkmate. Two black in six moves.

What, did I ruin your game?

Good evening. I understand you haven't stopped harassing Mr. Herzog.

I came to water my roses, because you didn't.

- The roses you took from me. - We didn't take your roses, the law did.

And if you don't stop harassing Mr. Herzog

I will be obliged to turn to the law once again

- and get a restraining order. - Restraining order?

You will not go to Mr Herzog, and you will not speak to him.

You behave like a good and law-abiding neighbor.

Do you understand? You have no idea, what Mr. Herzog is capable of.

- Do you have coffee? - Coffee?

Wait here.

Sit!

There is a way to avoid the checkmate.

If black rook takes white queen at g8...

White Knight to f7, still checkmate in six moves.

- Then put black pawn at f5... - Black loses in every scenario.

Is there a ferry? I'll show you.

- I'm busy. - I'll write you the letter.

You will write?

Wait here.

Do you remember?

I remember.

- Why are you look at me like that? - I'm, I'm not looking.

Here.

Check.

Check.

Checkmate and mate. In six moves. Like I said.

It does not count. I couldn't concentrate.

Let's play again tomorrow.

We made a deal. You promised to write me a letter.

I'll do it after we've played.

- We will play when the letter is ready. - I'll write it after our game.

We will play, but first a letter.

I am writing a letter, after we have played.

- We will play, but first a letter. - Okay. I'll write a letter.

After we have played. Tomorrow, at my place.

You forgot the coffee.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Ruins.

- Yours? - Why?

- Interesting. How much for this? - It's not for sale.

Let's play.

Biscuits.

I made them.

- I need to go for toilet. - Over there.

- There's a toilet downstairs. - You should told me.

- I did. - You didn't.

Check.

Checkmate.

So... The letter.

- You lost on purpose. - What?

- You lost on purpose for the letter. - Why I would?

You promised to write me letter. Why I not trust you?

What would you like me to write?

Write that you took land from me, and I don't have to...

No, you don't have to type it. Just write something by hand.

My handwriting is shit.

So? What do you want me to write?

Thank you for the game.

Give it to me! Give it to me now!

Wolfie!

Wolfie!

Wolfie!

Help!

Help!

My dog! Wolfie!

- Injured? - Yes. Somebody ran over it.

We have to bring it in. I'll grab the top of the head, you grab the legs.

- What are you doing? - I'll see if it's...

It's alive! We have to bring it in.

- He's dead. - He is not dead!

I saw his legs moving.

He's dead.

Help me, please?

I owe you a rematch.

I never clipped his nails. I liked the sound of the nails.

He scratched the bedroom door, until I let it in.

Then he jumped up against me and licked my face.

I don't want to play right now.

It's nothing.

- Do you drink? - Why?

- You don't seem like the type who would drink. - I want to drink to Wolfie's memory.

More.

Mr. Polsky.

How do you find Mrs Kaltenbrunner?

- What do you mean? - You know what I mean.

Do you find her...

sexy?

She has a nice behind.

I think it's the first time I drink, since...

30 years. 35.

- I had to avoid it because of my work. - You were not painter?

I studied art when I was young, but...

I guess I was better at other things.

Your paintings are interesting.

It's a pity you don't sell them.

Mr Polsky...

I will paint a picture for you. It is long since I painted a portrait.

And you are a very handsome man.

- I can't. It's too early. - And it's not.

- Hello. - Please come in.

- Get it off me! - He really likes you.

- I don't like him! - Why not?

I don't like dogs.

- I don't like him either. - I thought you liked dogs.

I liked Wolfie. Not this dog.

Mr Polsky, smile.

Mr Polsky?

Why did you ask me if Mrs. Mrs Kaltenbrunner sexy to me?

- You asked me. - The details don't matter.

To your question I would say "yes".

Don't you find she is?

She has nice bosom.

It's done.

It is not yet dry. Stay and wait, let's play chess.

- It can dry out on me. - See you tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow is a meeting for the tax credit.

Maybe after the meeting.

Mr Polsky? I don't even know your first name.

My name is Herman.

Marek.

I...

Do you have some time before your tax reduction meeting?

Yes.

More.

Water?

Sorry!

Faust.

I will get you something, to put on.

Thank you.

You lost your whole family?

I saw a photo.

Why didn't you move to Palestine?

- You have your own country now. - I don't need no country.

I don't need anything.

Taste of home.

You may be a Jew, Mr. Polsky.

But you are a good neighbor.

Unlike me. You can water your flowers whenever you want.

Marek.

There's something I need to tell you.

- It's Kaltenbrunner! - Wait!

Tell me. What is it?

It's too late. I have to hide.

Open the gate. I saw you.

Mr Polsky, open up immediately.

- I know enough. - Come on.

I'm here.

Quiet. Mrs Kaltenbrunner...

- We have a complicated relationship. - I know.

You were trying to tell me something.

No. It was nothing.

And I guess she's right. I can't.

- Can't what? - See you anymore.

I can come back later, after he's gone.

We're having guests tonight. Let's play chess when they leave.

And bring the bottle.

- Is he coming? - Who?

The art expert?

Yes.

I noticed the brush strokes too in the earlier works

although I'm no expert.

In his bedroom there is an old and rusty Nazi cupboard.

You can probably find everything there the evidence. I couldn't get to it.

- Have you been in his bedroom? - When we played.

Is that him? Are you an expert?

I would like to believe so. Funny to meet you, Mr Polsky. Shalom.

Look at these roses.

And the sky. This is from the '20s.

- Yes. - Do you see the same in them?

Why is it so important to you to prove that your neighbor is Hitler?

What kind of question is that? He's Hitler!

- He should be arrested. - And what happens after that?

Entitlement. He has to pay.

Why are you asking such questions?

I also lost my whole family in the camps.

Sometimes I was ready to kill every German.

- Where are you going? - I'm learning to cope with my past.

What are you talking about? Are you an art expert or a psychologist?

Yes, I have taken care of victims of mass murder for many years.

When I started working with groups...

You brought a bloody psychologist here!

- I'm going to need you to calm down. - I will not calm down!

You cannot do your job.

You are going too far now! If you don't calm down...

I want to see the ambassador.

- You can't see the ambassador. - I want to see him now!

Let go of me, you bastard! They call him the "Führer"!

- Get out of here. Don't come back. - I want to see the ambassador!

Crazy old man.

Shit!

Mr Polsky?

- Did you get it? - What?

The tax reduction thing. Isn't that where you went?

- Yes. Yes.. - And you got it?

- How long did you know? - Know what?

How long have you been spying at me, you traitor?

Who are you? Who are you working with?

I trusted you. You miserable son of a bitch. You bastard!

- I can't breathe. - You are going to pay.

- For what? - What for?

I will kill you like I killed your monstrous dog!

- You killed Wolfie? - Yes, I killed Wolfie.

- You killed Wolfie? - Yes, I killed Wolfie before he killed me.

You took everything from me!

- I didn't kill anybody. - The championship of '34.

- I remember you. - It was me. I was there.

- You buried me in this trap! - Yes, I was... Führer!

I will kill you! You don't deserve to live!

Where are you going? I need to kill you.

I don't want to be the Führer any more.

We were six people.

And I really looked like him.

But I'm bigger.

So they starved for weeks to have the same weight.

It wasn't enough, so they cut my fat.

I needed to be just like him, to become him.

All who didn't really look like him got executed.

But I wanted to live.

They isolated me for almost ten years. And told Martha that I was dead.

And they were right. I was.

I am dead.

Pull down your trousers.

- What? - Pull your hosen down.

- I want to see your testicle. - This is crazy.

- I know you have only one. - I have two.

Let's see.

Who told you that Hitler has only one testicle?

- I know everything about you. - I'm not him!

Let's see. Let's see. Pull down your hosen.

No!

I am sorry.

Good morning, Mr Polsky. how are you today?

What are you doing here?

- We need to talk to you. - Forget it. It's not him.

Of course not, it's something else. Will you let us in?

- No. What do you want? I'm busy. - It is better we speak inside, Mr. Polsky.

Nobody believe it. So when you forgot your portrait...

No, you didn't put it in the case when you threw me out.

Yes, yes. You're right. Sorry for that, okay?

We decided to examine it, after all. Call it a professional hunch.

So the art expert, I mean the real one, concluded it's a Hitler painting.

No. It's not him.

Of course it's not him but this is a perfect imitation deliberately made.

We suspect your neighbor might have some connection

with some network of Nazi war criminals.

- This is crazy talk. - Or some sympathizers.

- Where are you going? - I have to tell you, Mr. Polsky.

- I am very impressed. - It was all in my head.

I asked for him to deliberately paint me in similar style.

- Like Hitler reproductions. - That's very clever, Mr. Polsky.

What?

We think of, it would be the best if we conduct the surveillance from your house.

I'm telling you, you will find nothing because there is nothing to find.

Let us be the judges of it.

I don't want you spying from my house.

I said no!

Your turn.

Why you paint like Hitler? In exact same manner.

I have learned perfectly to imitate his painting style.

So when things went a little bit shitty, Mrs Kaltenbrunner had an idea.

South America... good market,

Those people, who came the other day.

- They are Nazis? - No. Not even German.

No, just old people with an unhealthy obsession. But they have money.

They wanted to buy the painting just to talk to me.

When it got very bad, we hid under building.

In sewer.

Only neighbors knew how to find us.

We were there for three weeks.

One day, a neighbor

a nice German man

very friendly, always helped Lili groceries...

He led them to us.

I am sorry.

They are coming Monday morning.

- Who? - Israelis.

I tried to talk them out, but... I'm sorry.

What will you do?

What I always do.

I told you, my handwriting is shit.

It says that I grant you the land with your roses.

You will have to change the fence at your own expense.

Goodbye, Mr Polsky.

Come on.

Give them to her. Women love flowers.

Better than just for looking at.

Put out the cigarettes!