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Friedrich Wolf wrote a play in 1933.

At the time, the death camps had not yet been setup,

the gas chambers not yet invented,

6 million Jews not yet murdered,

WWllwas still on the distant horizon.

Backthen none of this had happened.

The writertells of the fate of a German doctor,

of the Jew...

You are full of worry:

Afterthe last genocide, will there be another war?

You fear for your son,

for your daughter,

for your husband.

Are our plans and hopes not built upon sand?

Is there still room for the good and humane

in the noisy bustling of this world?

For democracy and freedom?

Spirit and harmony?

You refuse to believe that

you wake up at night and stare into the darkness.

Which of us doesn't feel this way?

But this is no reason to despair.

"Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,"

"daughter of Elysium. Drunk with fire,"

"we enter, on heavenly one, your sanctuary!"

This belongs to you,

as do the last hours of 1932.

Where there is friendship and love

reason will prevail

over the undertow into barbarism.

Over the red or the brown one?

Leave the headlines for your newspaper.

Over every barbarism.

The best beignet,

for the best father.

But it's not your turn, Werner!

According to house tradition,

you must toast the new year, Fritz Carlsen.

I'm amazed to discover a romantic poet

instead of a precise-minded surgeon.

Unlikable?

Unusual!

I'll begin with a memory:

New Year's Eve 1915, in a military hospital.

Back then didn't you, eternal boss and old friend,

speak of dying for the fatherland? Of the meaning of death?

And today this hymn to life?

My Mephisto. He begrudges my performance.

Yes, Fritz, anything for the fatherlandl

THE FATHERLAND THANKS YOU FOR YOUR BRAVERY, VERDUN 1916

Those were good times:

duels, hard drinking, fencing

then the war...

and always the courage to die, but never...

...the courage to live!

And you need courage to live.

So much courage.

We didn't only fool around!

We also pored over old books.

There it was written that

in Ancient India no one could die on stage.

Before each show, the narrator would announce:

"May all living beings be without pain!"

Here's to that!

Kurt Walterfrom Berlin?

I'm Rolf Mamlock,

Ernst can't come, they're going to raid the office.

I'll bring you to other quarters.

Take fire, sugar and rum.

Let the melting sweetness drip through the flame into the wine.

The flame of the spirit - you?

The sweetness of femininity, am I right, cousin?

The acuity of science, you, doctor.

But what about the base liquid that binds

it all together, making it enjoyable?

I am the wine, your loyal friend

with the prosaic name Bankhaus Osterfeld and Co.

Is the title "patron" more pleasing, Mr. Schneider?

My modesty won't allow it.

What I expect from the coming year?

Economic boom,

Pfosperity,

security.

...sound of stars,

who knows whether the world will collapse tomorrow...

...then he shouted, ”Get out communists!

I'm on night shift, Mr. Hellpach.

I'll call the old Moses - I'll talkto Mamlock.

I'm tired.

Taxi!

I'll take you to the hospital.

Trouble afoot.

We can't go to my place.

Then we'll go to mine.

Nonsense!

I took note of him.

They were warned.

We'll getthem.

Who was there?

Get out of here!

Happy New Year!

The Reds are attacking! End!

Where'sWalter?

Happy New Year!

Rolf?

We don't mean anything to you! Wewaited.

Waris men's affair.

Should I leave my friends in the lurch?

Collarbone... almost...

Friends- Ruffians! Any pain?

Whichfriends?

My boy,

Rolf,

I got into wild scrapes too.

Somethings I'd like to spare you.

I understand, father.

You see!

At your age, it's like fermenting cider;

it presses against its walls,

wants to explode the barrel rings.

A pang?

Wait a few years - you'll no longerwant

to change the world with a clenched fist,

but rather with knowledge

and understanding.

- Bruise? -Brass knuckles.

Today it's not about ferment or a generation gap.

But rather?

It's... forgive the harsh words:

it's a question of class.

There it is again,

this intellectual bomb,

this explosive effect in your red student group.

The class question - class hatred!

I'm waiting for my New Year's kiss, my son.

In a moment, Ellen.

- Mother! -Your knight must shave first.

Hide yourwounds.

And come to your senses.

Pulse stronger.

Name?

Name?

Knife wounds?

Political, -ical, -ical.

Registration.

Police. -ice, -ice.

-L'll dictate findings later. -300 cc, Doctor.

Happy bloody New Year.

How often have you donated in the past 2 years, Mr. Simon?

15times.

How well your Jewish blood mixes with the Aryan, no coagulation.

We both have blood type A, Nurse Hedwig.

Hello!

Are you 100% Aryan?

Am I what?

Are you pure race Germanic?

Oh, that's what you mean!

I'm a prole, Doctor.

If you throw me and my friends at the works out onto the street,

no one asks if I descend from old King David or Hohenzollerns.

Unfortunately.

Eve n n ow.

The day after tomorrow, don't forget, dear doctor:

my gall bladder's on the right, the appendix on the left -

but leave that. It's in fashion again.

An accident, Professor, already taken care of.

My telephone's not working?

I saw lights. I wanted to...

Oh thanks! Likewise!

Your gall bladderwill be the 3000th Mamlock removes.

Afraid? Me?

Of Mamlock's knife?

Ha, afraid!

Even here: mathematical precision.

Don't choke.

No, Hans, it must be said:

no manual precision

without mental discipline.

Hear, hear!

Yes, in school he sharpened the pencils for the teacher.

And always the best! And always right.

What would you like, Dr.?

Red? Or brown?

Cognac.

Full!

You, Mr. PhD Candidate...

actually need it more than I do.

Why?

Take a swig first!

Your friend's in our hospital.

The tardiness of the fi//"us.

She was blonde.

Of all people...

I spared our boys inconvenience.

Nothing more than that, my dear.

Get him out of the clinic as fast as possible.

Not for me - for your father.

Butstill...

a red kiss, on a brown cheek.

Bravo!

Idiot!

Pardon me, Professor.

It happens with concussions, buddy.

Slowly he'll start to remember.

- Your name too. -Hurry, Simon! The sterilizer!

March, march, old dragon!

- I must get out of here! -Impossible!

If this card goes to the police, it'sfinished.

It's still blank.

How much longer?

So, Rolf?

Did you bag another case for your doctoral thesis?

Stab wounds and lacerations? That's not your concentration.

That depends, doctor.

What's your opinion on this case? Personally?

We'd better consult your father. Personally.

- Good morning! -Good morning!

Today's assignment, Colleague Hellpach.

This time you've made it! A meniscus operation, on your own.

As usual! The lowest grade gets the small stuff!

- Will we ever get the big ones? -Not as long as Mamlock's boss!

The chief surgeon's coming:

the appearance of the master!

Don't spare any effort for your professor, Hirsch!

Professor!

My hand...

will it get better?

Have you no faith?

80, little Kurt, are you afraid?

Men don't cry!

Professor,

Dr. Hellpach advised me to have his operation done privately.

Well, do you have the money?

I'll get it somehow.

Leave it to me.

- Good morning, colleagues. -Good morning.

We should all learn that!

Precise with everything.

Likeclockworkl

- Your watch. -Oh yes, thank you.

That's how a surgeon should be, likeMamlock!

Such a sense of duty - like iron, truly Prussian!

We know, Dr. Hirsch.

What do you mean?

Imean...

Oh never mind!

There's a type of competence that's a provocation.

Because nobody does it as well as our professor.

Your Nibelungen-style loyalty to Mamlock isjust grotesque.

Dislocated fracture,

keep breathing!

It'll take sometime,

but we'll fix him.

How did it happen?

The usual brawling between Nazis and Communists.

Pardon me, doctor.

The usual... is getting more and more usual!

Light!

It's time the chancellor put a stop to this stuff.

Will the black wolf stop the brown one from feeding?

What's the difference between Nazis and Communists?

Do you know any Communists, Professor?

Unfortunately.

Listen, everyone! Courage and luck!

My newspaper needs me now.

The final battle for democracy is upon us!

The Right and Left will lose, and the middle will win!

To calm you down.

The absence of gall will ease the loss of your illusions.

Butwait! The loss of 2 million Hitlervotes?

And without narcotics... So painful.

Friends! The reliability, the solidity of our democracy,

grows within humanity.

Humanity?

No such thing.

There is only the people.

A people that can only keep its place on earth with weapons.

Is our people's spot in the sun being threatened?

I meant...

our people, Mr. Hirsch.

Germany is everywhere,

where German blood runs through our veins.

Germany is German-speaking Czech Moravia,

the German-settled Hungarian Transylvania,

Germany is Courland... the Baltic... Ukraine...

it's all of East Russia, which our people need for settlements.

That's war.

It's the raising of our nation.

- Our downfall. -The downfall of the incompetent.

We're at work, colleagues, not at a public meeting.

Mr. Hellpach, the professor changed plans.

You'll assist him. You, Hirsch, will operate on the boy.

But couldn't I assist you?

Boss' orders.

Did another profitable side job fall through?

That damned Jew!

- Profession? -Mechanic.

- Family? -Yes.

And you let yourself in for such political adventures?

Don't you think of your wife?

Your children?

It's because I think of them, Professor.

But that's illogical, man!

Professor, I can't explain it to you.

Why not?

You're too cultured to understand, Professor.

How sloppy!

Why isn't this filled out?

- Well'? -Hans, this case...

The police, Professor.

Nonsense!

NEW YEAR'S EVE ACCIDENT.

The case is clear.

Gentlemen, do not harbor any illusions.

I respect the state and its laws.

Justice!

Understand, Simon?

This case must be cleared up.

The case is clear.

One day Germans will only work with Germans, because

each race has its own specific, unchangingcharacteristics.

- But! -This is my 3rd try!

Life is dirty, now it's time to fight!

For example?

Heroism, for instance, is something typically Aryan.

You don't say...

And David, who triumphed over giant Goliath?

I suppose he was a coward?

Well, old warrior?

Your heart's sputtering quite a bit.

Did you manage to provoke the editorial atmosphere?

Or perhaps you've heard of the old Negro epics?

The wonderful, heroic stories of the black race?

Narcotics, nurse.

Sweet dreams, Walter.

Certainly, every race has its unique life, its own beauty.

But racial arrogance is no good characteristic,

and racial self-aggrandizement has an unpleasant odor.

Some matters cannot be argued intellectually.

The weapons are too different.

Enough!

There's so little objectivity, so little nobility,

so little justice in your words, Mr. Hellpach.

It's certainly due to generationaldifferences.

But youth was never before so brutal, so high-handed.

Keep talking, doctor.

But I'm always talking, nurse, my goodness!

Gentlemen! Iwant no more politics in my clinic.

Here, there are only doctors and patients,

patients and doctors.

- Party work... in a hospital? -Exactly! I'm sure of it!

- Party work... in a hospital? -Exactly! I'm sure of it!

- The comrades will decide. -I can see him any time.

- Ernst! -Coming, sir!

Leave your ride here.

They go to editorial, samplecopiesl

When's your friend coming?

A knife in the back is no joke.

I'll keep the position open as long as possible.

Adolf, Adolf...

above all...

Your entries?

No.

- Professor? -Later.

- Does it hurt? -No.

It's urgent - and personal.

Do you know what this could mean? For you?

- And for him. -And for us?

I understand, Professor.

We've thoroughly misunderstood each other.

I accepted your amnesia,

because I wanted to give you a chance to think.

You're incurable.

You can see so deep into people.

What did you expect of me?

Insight!

Because you lack the overview.

I don't presume to change the world, patient.

Don't you think you are also a patient? Seriously ill.

Do I look like it?

As a doctor, you predict when cancer will strike the nerves.

But as a patient, you don't see how the cancer of fascism

is attacking the nerves of our people.

Pardon me?

Ruth! Rolf!

That'simpossible!

Yes, thanks. I'm coming now.

Hans should have arrived awhile ago.

Oh, excuse me. I'll consult with him anothertime.

By the way, turn on the radio...

You'll find it interesting.

Many things separate us.

But shouldn't we fight this cancertogether?

Your bogeyman.

Elections are in a week,

then nobody will speak of Hitler anymore.

I don't believe that.

And if they stage a provocation beforehand?

Tomorrow, today...

They apprehended the arson/"st while still in the Reichstag.

A Dutch Communist Party book was found on him

in the name van derLubbe.

- Your people. -Nonsense!

You must have another fancy explanation?

Hopefully, with sufficient dialectic support!

Be quiet!

A warning for those who didn't want to see,

A warning for those who didn't want to see,

who for 14 years didn '1 recognize this criminal organization

for what it actually is.

The Jewish media willingly lent this satanic party their columns.

You can't go out now!

It could go late, mother.

You're just like your father,

just as obsessed.

Him with his clinic, you with your politics.

I beg you, let it go. Please!

Awhole people is being duped.

You are taking this all too lightly.

Germany, awake!

Germany, awake!

Germany, awake!

Awake!

Fall slowly, kid! You'll burn your morals.

Afraid of fire?

No.

It stinks.

I'll be assisting you, Hans. Hellpach isn't here today.

What?

He had to leave.

To the next SA barracks to swap his surgeon's knife for a revolver.

Stop everything! Stop!

Page one's revised.

But half our circulation...

Spare no expense, spare your head!

Goebbels' speech in our paper??

The Reich Minister's speech!

I'm going to typesetting.

Ready, march!

Sprained.

Outrageous, what you're doing. Outrageous!

Don't be so prim.

Should I tell you what we've had to do since last night?

You get used to it.

You too.

Hannibal auten postquam centum ta uris comp u/sis. ..

Fascilula pa//I infra corn ua.

But after Hannibal bound straw between the horns of 100 oxen...

he set fire to it, drove the oxen against the Romans and won.

Aren't you clever!

Ruth, my darling sister...

I'll translate Livius' old robber stories tonight.

But outside, there's living history!

Son...

I'm quite calm, mother.

What a night!

I lay awake, wanting to hearwhen you returned.

Thinking about what could happen to you...

...you pass a Nazi pub, and suddenly there's a shot!

- Father! -Hello, children! Hello, Ellen!

So what does Titus Livius say?

I've been reading about Hannibal in Apulia.

Whata guy!

You see, you intellectual!

How's yourthesis coming?

He's only interested in living history.

And yourcommunists didn't set fire to the Reichstag.

Right?

Oh, Ruth! Come! Don't you get a joke?

You always take his side.

Us two.

We're the non-proletarian, the spiritual, the...

how shall I put it, the conserv...

the conserving element!

Foreign words are a matter of luck.

Go for it! Show him you're father's daughter!

Just don't be a coward. That's the worst!

Now go help mother.

Read this to yourself.

I've read it.

It's an official government report.

The election-bomb of the fascists.

Iwon't hear such cynicism in this hour!

In war you must respect even the toughest enemy, and not

ascribe infamies to him, of which you might yourself be capable.

- Father, take that back. -l'mtalking!

First theories, then flaming speeches, and finally - arson!

But father, there's not even the shadow of a proof.

You can feel it, down to yourfingertips!

The government is clamping down!

All red smear sheets, confiscated!

Are heads rolling yet?

Arrests according to plan:

Communists, pacifists, Jews, Social Democrats...

Jews?

Hans!

I advise you as a friend...

Disappearfor a few days!

You must be crazy.

Just understand!

It's like 1914, the mobilization of an entire people.

It's grand!

Hans!

Invite Dr. Seidel to dine with us.

Rolf!

You have a choice:

those criminal arsonists or your parents!

We have a choice, father!

Fight for truth, or capitulate before lies!

No more discussion!

I forbid you all Communist activities, starting now.

Then you'll have to play police, father.

- Rolf! -Hans.

Professor! Do you approve this infamous terror of the

Communists and their intellectual backers, the Jews?

What?

What did you say?

The Jews want to make trouble forthe nationalistic goverment.

But there's not the shadow of a proof!

You can feel it, down to yourfingertips!

Professor, I can't work under a Jew anymore.

Have you gone mad?

You must fulfill your duty, just like the others.

A doctor cannot leave his post.

What would life be, if we couldn't overcome personal prejudices?

Understand?

Understanding! It's the power of blood, and blood is fate!

You're right, Doctor:

Where reason ends, blood begins.

Where the mind is missing, there begins fate.

Where are you going?

I want to know!

Rolf, Hans! Lunch!

I demand you cease all political activity immediately,

or not return to this house.

- Is that clear? -It's clear, father.

Rolf, nothing is clear!

Madness.

It's all madness.

No one can hold him back.

You?

We must hold him back.

Rolf will think everything is like it was a few days ago.

He'll be arrested.

Or worse.

They'llcatch him...

drag him to the barracks...

steel rods...

belts...

a shot rings...

Why are you telling me this? You!

You're his enemy.

I'm a great enemy:

an enemy who trembles when its opponent dies.

What is it?

You, of all people, should understand me!

You, an Aryan married to a Jew!

It's anotherworld.

Oh, stop it!

Oh, stop it!

Official law.

They have a warrant from the police presidium.

I thought, if you would speak with our patron.

Bankhaus Schneider and Osterfeldt carry a lot of weight.

Dr. Carlson will take over my lecture,

as I must see to another duty.

It's the old question:

Should life rule over science,

or knowledge over life?

What does this conflagration mean?

Or any of it,

in the face of Harvey, Pavlov, or Einstein?

Ladies and Gentlemen, let us stay calm, and

stand by our scientificconvictions,

our intellectual duty.

He's so changed. His nerves are completely...

But dear President, this is going too far.

Yes, regrettable.

An old warwound... no vacation in three years.

But Ellen! Yes, alright, Mr. President.

Drinkthis.

I'll take care of it.

With Mamlockthere's no problem.

But Rolf... it's not so easy, the police are after him.

Yes, but you can... Hans!

I demand you do something!

It's about our son, Hans!

We were expecting you. Call a car.

It'll all get sorted out.

Dear Professor, my gall-bladder's been bothering me for days.

Keep breathing.

This situation in the clinic...

On New Year's Eve you spoke of the advantages of friendship.

One more attack and we must operate.

If you say so.

But listen to my advice:

You're overwrought -

take a vacation.

Me? Overwrought?

There's an armed mob in the clinic!

What did Pericles say about Athens?

I need plebs to conquerthe plebs.

The government sweeps up the red mob with the brown.

Irrelevant. I need aseptic air in the operating room.

I'll see to it. Your presence just raises more dust.

It'll be over in a few weeks.

You have my word.

We will be the admonishers and accusers

and keep hounding their conscience!

Hans, we must find Rolf.

You must speak with him, I beg you.

I spoke with him. He decided.

Yes, you spoke with him!

Either / or. Right or left.

I'm familiar with your cold absolutism, your icy antitheses.

Both of you with yourheartless fanaticism!

- Both of us? -Yes both of you!

We all have a spot inside us, where the words of another

can't make it past the glacier of comprehension

and instead echo in the vaults of the heart.

But for you two, everything must be hot or cold.

True or false. Understood or misunderstood.

Brain! Brain! Brain!

But that's your racial heritage.

Forgive me, Hans! I didn't mean to say that.

I meant something else completely! Please forgive me!

German people, give us many years, and I swear to you...

I didn't do it for salary or wages, but for your own will...

Heil Hit/er! Heil Hit/er!

Ber/in, March 1st

The Reich Minister of the Interior asked all local governments

to forbid printing Communist texts and all gatherings.

March 24 th

The Enabling Act of 1933, allows the Reich government

to pass laws itself,

issued by the Reich Chance//or.

Ber/in, April 7th

According to the new law,

Jews are forbidden from working in all public institutions.

Forbidden... Forbidden...

- Schneider. -Mamlock.

What does this all mean?

I must get back to work.

Of course, and you will. This new law is...

Law! Law!

Can you forbid my blood from flowing?

Well you can't forbid me from operating either!

- I'm going to my clinic. -Hans!

They'll arrest you.

A man who was in the field for 4 years?

Who was buried in ruins and wounded?

Who must see his patients?

Come straight away!

I'll be right there, Mr. Schneider.

CHIEF PHYSICIAN PROF. MAMLOCK

Press corps, meet the new Acting Head of the clinic!

You've seen for yourselves the catastrophic conditions

in the clinic under Mamlock'smanagement.

Your truthful coverage will help us.

We've been dismissed,

without notice!

All Jewish doctors.

Calm yourself.

I am calm, Professor.

Almost as calm as a corpse.

Simply shown the door!

And you're running away,

without my orders.

Forgive me, Professor.

You've also been dismissed.

You have to get used to it.

Please have a seat.

It's nice to have you here.

It's been very quiet in the last weeks.

The last weeks?

Dr. Hellpach...

in SA boots and belt.

Day after day: Izzy, Moses, Jews...

Jew, what is that?

We were born here.

Our language, our people...

We'reGermans!

I'm a Jew.

They've taught me that.

I'm leaving Germany.

Give up?

Because of a phantom who'll be gone tomorrow?

I'm afraid.

Jewish pogroms.

In the 20th century? Here?

Never.

Jews out!

Jews out!

Jews out!

Jews out!

JEWS OUT!

Director Schneider is unavailable.

Someone has to help us.

FASCIST TERROR AGAINST JEWS!

That'll help. Good, Rolf.

Why don't you talk with your father like you write for him?

Because he's stubborn.

People like him are lost causes.

We must help. How else will they understand?

Pointless! He's plastered his world shut with illusions.

You must speak with him.

Ernst, arrange a meeting.

It's a party mission.

Quick, hurry with the car, Ernst.

Almost done, boss.

Is school already out?

Ruth?

The ghetto sign.

Who did this, child?

No one! No one!

I want to know!

Not so loud!

They're everywhere!

Behind the trees,

underthe benches.

They shout.

They chase you!

And were such wonderful guys!

Who shouts? What do they shout?

Jews out!

Jews out! Jews out!

You're lying!

JE\N

We still have a constitution.

We still have rights and laws.

We two. You and your father.

We'll go to your school together.

No, father, I'm not going back.

- You don't know them! -Let her be!

Coward!

TO CONQUER ENEMIES, ONE NEEDS DARING,

AND MORE DARING. ALWAYS DARING.

Bring the leaflets to point D.

Then you can get some sleep.

I'll take this to Mamlock first.

He'll throw you out, that's all.

Waste...

embezzlement...

At least you should see this before it comes out.

..."So that this Mamlock resigned his position as director."

Show enemies the shield, and friends our embrace.

Take this down!

Denial!

These infamous lies...

Impossible!

Werner-

the truth is at stake.

So is my newspaper!

Yes, but we...

we have to do something!

A notice in the local section,

you've fallen ill.

Swines!

You heroes!

You shield-bearers!

- You men of honor! -Hans!

At least print leaflets!

Rn pay!

Leaflets??

Like the communists.

FASCIST TERROR AGAINST JEWS! THE TRUTH ABOUT PROF. MAMLOCK

Professor!

My hand.

Does it work?

Yes!

ACTING HEAD OF CLINIC

Here, there are only doctors and patients,

patients and doctors.

You shouldn't have permitted it.

No one's home.

I was told there's a leak.

Didn't you sleep last night?

Last night? That's a good one.

I'll make you some coffee.

Hands off!

In the closet...

What's in there?

Chocolates, my dear,

and sea snakes.

If someone asks, I'm a plumber, ok?

It's nice and quiet here.

Lie down.

Sleep!

Yes, some sleep would be nice.

Just half an hour, you hear?

No longer!

Leave that alone!

Are you doing all this for communism?

What d'you mean? I'm not doing anything.

From Rolf-

for your father.

Father was active in our district. The SA picked him up

right after the Reichstag fire We haven't heard from him since.

That's terrible!

- What if they beat him? -Ruth!

You have to ask the police.

Ask the police?

That's a good one!

Who can get answers there?

Besides, mother absconded to the countryside. My brothers fled too.

The only way to avoid a concentration camp.

Have some consideration forthe child!

Ah - we always have kids around when we talk.

We don't beat around the bush.

You probably don't know that Mamlock has been dismissed.

We're suffering too.

Oh yes. We know, we know.

But you don't know how many comrades are dying in prisons.

Exaggerations!

They're starving to death.

But we don't crawl underthe table -

we can't reconcile with those hoodlums,

we can only annihilate them.

Thanks for the meal.

Father!

Hans!

Father!

All against one, father!

Did they scream and grab you in your clinic?

You'll be operated on tomorrow.

Professor Mamlock will...

Stop!

Keep going! Give it gas!

I won't abandon you, father! Can you see me?

Even if the whole mob is after us!

Shut up, brat!

We'll walk through the streets.

Just as you are!

A girl with her father!

Are you ready, father?

Are you crazy, girl?

Be still.

Be still, people!

I won't let my father be broken!

Don't you see? Don't you recognize him?

Didn't he help you all?

Rolf!

Rolf!

Hide the leaflets quickly!

Stop! Stop where you are!

Rolf?

No, Dr. Carlsen is not in.

It's the Mamlocks, doctor.

Dr. Ruorff speaking.

Send an ambulance immediately!

It's a severe heart attack.

Father.

Can these people even touch your honor?

These bandits did this to me once.

Just once.

Leave my father alone!

Mr. Mamlock...

your provocation in the clinic today...

shall not be repeated.

Understood?

Come again?

You and all non-Aryan doctors are forbidden from entering the clinic.

Forbidden?

What's yourlegaljustification? I mean the innerjustification:

The cleanliness you so like to proclaim.

It's the right of the national revolution.

If we're discussing rights,

why did you come to work with me at the clinic?

Why? Because I was an idiot?

A charlatan? A subhuman?

Or because you could learn something from the Jew Mamlock?

Mr. Mamlock, these things

are not decided intellectually, but in the heart.

And how?

A Jew remains a Jew.

Germans will only work under Germans.

Ah! So it's fear.

Fear of competition.

60 million Germans against 600,000 Jews.

One percent.

And against this one percent you are moving heaven and earth!

But Mr. Schneider...

What?

L'mcoming.

Think what you want,

but you will enter the clinic no more.

That was close.

Thank you, father.

For what?

You must leave!

Immediately!

And you must leave Germany, Father, tonight.

I'm staying.

I...

My friends - we beg you to leave.

Your friends are not mine.

But us?

Are you my son?

I'm Rolf Mamlock, I admit it.

So?

What's the name of the man in the hospital?

Give him the works!

Jew boy Mamlock, Rolf.

Stop!

You...

Mamlock?

Dr. Carlsen will operate tomorrow, Sir, our best surgeon.

The best surgeon is Mamlock.

Don't you think, Sir,

that we Aryan doctors should refute the myth of Jewish superiority?

I think your remark is idiotic.

Hellpach, Professor Mamlock will operate on me.

Out of the question.

Do I have to call the Gauleiter?

Mamlock is world-renowned.

Do you think the fuss at his house makes us look good abroad?

And?

If I may ask, do you think that

ousting your Jewish majority shareholder looks good abroad?

Who's operating?

I...

Understood, Sir.

Before, on the telephone,

the officer sounded like Mamlockjunior.

Nonsense!

Major, I need your help.

I have a very difficult patient.

Ah! I do too.

These idiots caught the wrong Rolf Mamlock.

Interesting...

What about the telephone?

The voice of Mamlock's son?

Please, not the hospital.

You'd be safer there now,

than in this house.

You won't get through there.

There's a guard behind the wall.

Thank you.

Rolf, your sacrifice is senseless.

All for a few leaflets!

From professors to hairdressers,

all of Germany stands behind us!

Is that what you think?

Forget the whole thing!

Think of your mother.

Have you nobody worth living for?

It is worth it.

Sure, there are no iron crosses or heroic deaths.

But when our boys die, they know what it's for.

And they know what to expect if they get caught.

- And that makes sense? -Yes.

- Too bad for you. -Why?

One less Jew.

- You're no Jew. -Oh?

- Are you? You're a German? -Why?

Shouldn't you have handed me overto Hellpach?

Next time, I'll do my duty!

You, here?

Iwas called to Mrs. Mamlock.

BY Whom?

Professor Mamlock, of course.

I heard differently.

Whatdid you hear, Comrade Hellpach?

I was the one on the phone!

One more false alarm and you're fired!

Excuse me, doctor.

Keep watch! On everyone who enters this house!

Have you thought it over?

Who are you?

What did you want at the Mamlocks”?

To get clothes for your friend.

Where is he?

Leave, father! Tonight!

You'll be needed when this is over.

What I wouldn't give to keep us together.

Please, listen to him.

When you're all safe, I'll get well.

Still no answer?

Who are you? Quick.

Why do you want to be RolfMamlock?

Come on, where is he?

It'sjustimpossible!

The few that are level-headed and courageous are being taken.

You can't throw yourself into this witch's cauldron, Rolf!

Tell me!

Why do you want to be Rolf Mamlock?

Where is he?

Even if thousands of us die...

we'lljust be the beginning.

Rolf!

Leave the country, you hear? You're going somewhere safe -

that's what I'll tell your mother.

And now, go where you must.

Go where you're needed.

What did you want at the Mamlocks”?

Spit it out!

Father!

Start unpacking, Hans!

Did you think we'd abandon you?

Hans...

itwill all be all right.

You were playing the wrong side, dearMamlock!

I flipped the record over.

'He who has succeeded in becoming a friend to a friend...'

The mob has done its part.

The scare is over,

yourclinic awaits you.

And tomorrow, Hans...

you'll think it was all just a bad dream.

You promised me, Hans.

You were going to leave.

Nothing serious.

I nearly allowed myself to be misled, and

take outward appearances for essential reality.

Outward appearances?

Yes.

A symptom of the cause.

But now everything's coming back in order.

We must trust our elite,

as they trust me, to do myjob.

So I'll go on playing a trick on old man death.

I'm very h3PPY-

I haven't been an agreeable companion of late.

That will change too.

Greetings, masters of knife and swab!

I see onlyjoyful faces.

Such a change, thanks to God who created patronage.

Oh, yesterday, what a day!

Even the Greeks before Troy said, Oh great day!

Unbelievable that we dared not utter Mamlock's name.

Who didn't dare?

Instead of a denial, my article on the local page:

"Professor Mamlock at work."

- Good morning. -Good morning.

Well,

your heart's fluttering.

It is awaiting you!

Salve Pather tantarum. ..

You, father of many happily removed gall bladders.

What'sthis nonsense?

Creating that editing room atmosphere again?

Yes, but without leaflets.

Fine, you shield-bearer!

Get to work!

Prepare the anesthetic, Evipan.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Schneider.

Workassignments?

Before the work assignments, gentlemen...

Before the work assignments, gentlemen...

as temporary director of the clinic

I must officially inform you of some regulations.

The new Civil Service Law forbids

all non-Aryans from working in public hospitals.

Asupplemental clause makes an exception for war veterans.

Quite right.

Thus, Mr. Mamlock has the right to hold the office of Head Doctor-

We know.

...and Jew.

Dr. Hellpach, the case is clear!

Sorry, sir, just a small formality.

The list of Jewish workers not covered - to be let go.

Your signature.

Here, next to mine.

What?

Simon?Simon!

I won't let Simon go.

That is not your decision.

Simon has worked with me for 15 years.

He's invaluable.

As a doctor, you should understand.

These things are not decided intellectually.

Stop talking like a recording.

Speak like a human, for once!

I won't tolerate your tone!

I'll go willingly, Professor.

Simon...

you're not going to abandon me?

Me, abandon you?

Orderly Simon, leave the clinic immediately!

Mr. Mamlockl

What did Simon ever do to the German people?

But dear Mamlock - I don't understand you,

We've managed to keep you working here!

You'll be here for the clinic and your patients, Professor.

I ordered the anesthetic be prepared!

Your signature, please.

Here.

Now, let's get to work!

Stop!

This is a provocation of the government.

#3. Simon, Orderly #4. Dr. Hans Mamlock, Head Doctor.

Hans, you put yourself on the list?

He prefers to sabotage the laws of our government.

What sabotage?

I demand nothing more or less than constitutional rights:

that all citizens are equal,

whatever their race, religion orclass.

Your opinions?

Idemand democracy!

- The time for democracy is past. -Never!

There is no doubt...

There will always be people with theirdoubts, ideas and beliefs.

The ideas ofjustice, humanity, spiritual freedom and moral courage

are like the supporting beams ofa building.

They tie us together and they support the state.

If the state has no beams, it has no windows or doors,

and those who are walled in live in dungeons.

Maybe they have to?

They never have to!

Today...

Listen - never!

Unbelievable! How can you, a young person, talk like that?

Seidel, would you want to exist without your own opinion,

your own words or newspaper?

Impossible! But why do you torture yourself?

Please! Hellpach, it's urgent now!

Mr. Mamlock, for the last time:

do you refuse to acknowledge this government regulation?

The government receives its mandate from a parliamentary majority.

It may demand obedience, but not opportunism!

- Opportunism! -Yes!

Please, go on!

- ProfessorMamlockjust meant... -You can't measure every word.

Ah! You identify with Mr. Mamlock.

Very interesting.

I must ask you all to follow me.

We must draw up a report!

But we must operate!

Is this a madhouse or a clinic?

Chief doctor, Nurse Hedwig,

You all heard Mr. Mamlock's omissions.

Mamlock...

You? Fire of the spirit?

Accept the government's gift, good grief!

Don't sacrifice yourself forthe little Jew.

There's more at stake.

Yes, it's not about big or small Jews, it's about more.

Much more.

It's about the law that allows humans to live together.

How did you say it?

The elites guarantee civilized behavior?

Forget the phrases.

Leave the world...

to those who own it.

To them?

As a government representative, I ask you all to sign this report.

ProfessorMamlock's subversive speeches...

endangerthe security of hospital operations.

We refuse to work under him anymore.

We have to sign that?

No, you don't have to do anything.

You can also refuse to sign.

I ask that you strike the last sentence.

The choice between a hostile, provocative mentality, and the

new ethos of purity and loyalty is in your hands.

Everyone can sign on to those last words.

- Please. -No thanks, I don't work here.

You were a witness.

One is responsible for his family, after all.

Chief physician.

I'm sterile. I can't get dirty.

Then you'll have to wash your hands again.

Read, Fritz, what you are signing.

You think you can sneak, on trembling knee,

through the ranks of the enemy. You're wrong!!

Your cowardice is their weapon.

Be quiet, Hans!

Because there's no greater crime than not wanting to fight,

when one must.

- You agree with your enemy. -Now you notice?

The government really can't allow such provocation.

I beg you, don't give up without a fight!

You talk like a Communist, and put everyone in terrible danger.

Danger? You cowards!

You'll be devoured because of your cowardice!

Go ahead and sign!

Write yourverdict.

What have you come to, Hans?

Here there are only doctors and patients...

patients and doctors.

There's no other way.

Can we do anything else?

Our work is done.

You still haven't signed.

I'm not signing it.

- You're not signing it? -No.

Are you still with the movement?

If your behavior is that of the party, then no.

We wanted to clear out the cowards and profiteers.

And wewill...

And where is he?

The soldier with convictions? And where are the others?

I will not have this!!

Go ahead and yell.

No battle was ever won by brawlers.

A hangman is no soldier!

You're dismissed, as of tomorrow!

The patient is getting restless. Are we still operating?

Onward, men.

Our patients are still top priority.

You're mistaken.

Dr. Carlsen, you'll take over the department and operation.

Dr. Ruorff will assist.

Is that clear?

I want my work.

Let me go to my work,

to my patient.

I beg you.

- Dammit! -Guards!

I'm sorry, Hans.

You have only one task left.

Your last task here.

Your signature.

On this product?

On this report!

And add that you regret your words.

It might help your family.

Thank you, very kind.

So very kind.

OPERATION NO ENTRANCE

An error, a single error.

Paperwalls, not people,

and how they fall over,

with no resistance,

no fight.

An error, a single error,

one that cannot be signed.

One that must be struck through,

struckthrough,

radically struck through.

NO ENTRANCE

THE FATHERLAND THANKS YOU FOR YOUR BRAVERY, VERDUN 1916

Professor! Professor!

Fluttering pulse.

Quick! Plugs, cotton, scissors.

Not necessary.

Lie still, Hans.

I'll operate immediately.

Who?

- Who? -Guards!

- You! -Get off of me!

Calm down, Simon, calm down.

The report.

But Professor,

you wanted to...

Fight?

That's right, child.

Butwith whom?

Alone...?

But still fight?

Yes, you're right.

Terrible how you can forget that.

In the end, you think only of yourself.

Don't speak, Hans.

You're bleeding too much.

Too much talking, and never learned how to fight.

Transfusion! Simon!

Was this the only way?

The only one...

for me, perhaps.

But you...

you must find another,

3 new way.

Listen...

dare to do it,

and greet my boy.

Listen...

greet Rolf,

when you see him,

on the other path, on the other path...

What is it?

We must file a new report immediately,

to help us remember.

Not necessary, Mr. Hellpach, not necessary.

Because what happened here,

we will not forget.

We certainly won't forget.

Never forget.

There is no greater crime than not wanting to fight,

where one must!

Based on the play by Friedrich Wolf.

Subtitled by Christopher Hench

© 2013 DEFA Film Library, University of Massachusetts Amherst