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(Drumbeat)

(Crowd cheers)

(Crowd cheers)

(Sirens)

Hey' kid!

Hey' IsmaeI! Catch!

(Camera clicks)

(CIick)

(CIick)

Such a pleasure to see you,
Herr Lieberman.

The pleasure is all mine,
Herr Strasser' I assure you.

I hate to bother such a famous
nazi-hunter Iike yourself...

with such trifIes as the rent,
but it is the third of the month!

Quite so. You wiII have a cheque
in' er...several days.

By all means take your time,
Herr Lieberman.

Feel free to ignore your responsibiIities
while my property is being ruined!

We have fIoods all over the building
because of you!

You overload the floor,
putting a strain on the pipes upstairs!

And then they break!

The pipes upstairs break,
and I'm to bIame?

Everything is connected.
The whoIe building wiII soon coIIapse

because of you.

Ezra!

- You have a call from Paraguay!
- Paraguay?

This is an apartment house'
not an office!

You have no right to bring
these heavy cabinets in here.

AII right' aII right!
So next time rent to a feather merchant!

Hello?

Mr Lieberman?

- Out! You understand?
- Speak a little Iouder! I can't hear you!

Barry Kohler?
no, I don't think I know you.

I sent you a package with photos.

You didn't?

You sound Iike an American.
What are you doing in Paraguay?

I've been monitoring the activities
of a group of nazis.

And I've identified severaI of them
as war criminaIs.

From your books and articIes.

40 years of heartbreak and sacrifice,
and you caII it junk!

(Herr Strasser) Yes! Junk, junk, junk!

Herr Strasser,
we are wasting valuable time.

Huge chunks of plaster
are coming down from your ceiling.

Look how I step on the ground. Soon
I wiII be through into your apartment.

Right into the Iap of your beIoved wife,
God forbid!

- Come.
- Don't push me!

Leave my brother and me aIone! Get out!

Come, Herr Strasser.

Esther, the man's an idiot.

no, I'm an idiot,
for letting him make me angry.

Go on, take your phone call.

The young man who has just discovered
there are Nazis in South America.

So, Mr KohIer, forgive the interruption.
now, er...

I work aIone, Iike you, Mr Lieberman.

Which is why I'm caIIing you.
I'm onto something.

Mr Kohler, it may be a blinding reveIation
to you that there are nazis in Paraguay

but I assure you, it is no news to me.

And if you stay there much Ionger,
there wiII stiII be nazis in Paraguay

but there will be one Iess Jewish boy
in the worId.

Something's going on! They seemed to
be gathered for some kind of operation.

A bunch of them have been moving
in and out of Ralph Gunther's estate.

I want to know what to do next.

Get on a plane and go home.
Better still, go to the American Embassy.

Run to the American Embassy,
and teII them to put you on a plane.

Thank you for your advice.

What did he want?

I don't know... Advice... Instruction...

A boy like that,
Iucky to survive one day in Paraguay.

He's been there... some weeks.
I toId him to go home and he hung up.

What did he want? AppIause?

One, two, three...

four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two,...

(Amplified) One, two...!

Goddamn! It works!

(Tunes in to Ioud music)

(Turns music off)

(Static)

Come on, damn you! Tune in!

Gentlemen, he's coming.

So, Gunther...this is the moment.

GentIemen, gentIemen,
be at your ease, I beg of you.

- Gunther, would you do the honours?
- CertainIy, Dr MengeIe.

(Whispers) MengeIe!

Captain Gerhardt Mundt.

I have heard nothing but the highest
praise for you, Captain Mundt.

Thank you, Herr Doktor.

- Major Ludwig Trausteiner.
- Thank you for coming, Major.

- Er... Captain...
- It's all right, Gunther.

Captain Farnbach and I are old
comrades. Are we not, Captain?

It's extremely flattering
to be remembered, sir.

Oh, I am not so senile or so ungratefuI
that I cannot remember a loyal officer

- from the earIy days of the struggle.
- (Farnbach clicks his heels)

And now for the youth.

This is Friedrich Hessen,
son of WiIheIm Hessen.

WeIcome, young man.

WoIfgang Kleist.

- I am pIeased you are with us.
- Thank you, Herr Doktor.

- And Otto Schwimmer.
- A great pIeasure, Herr Schwimmer.

And now to business.

Sit down, gentlemen, pIease.

(Latin dance music on radio)

(Static)

(MengeIe) The task before you is
the most important operation that

the Comrades Organisation
has ever undertaken.

It is the vital Iink in a programme

to which I and your Ieaders have
devoted many years of enormous effort.

Your success on this project

carries with it the hope
and destiny of the Aryan race.

And that is not an exaggeration,
but the literaI truth.

It is a holy mission, gentIemen.

You shouId consider yourseIves
highly honoured

to have been chosen to perform it.

Now for the details.

In the next two and a half years, 94 men
must die on or near certain dates.

Sixteen of these men
are in West Germany.

Fourteen in Sweden.

Thirteen in England.

Twelve in the United States.

Ten in Norway, nine in Austria.

Eight in Holland
and six each in Denmark and Canada.

A total of 94...assassinations.

AII of these men...

wiII be 65 years oId when their dates
come around.

Obviously, a few of them will aIready
have died of naturaI causes.

Yes, Farnbach?

Who are these men? Jews?

not one. They are all famiIy men.

Tax inspectors, civiI servants, schooI
principaIs, men of minor authority.

(Hessen) Are we permitted
to hire accompIices?

(MengeIe) I would not advise it.

Bear it in mind
that these are 65-year-old men.

Their eyesight is faiIing, they have
sIow refIexes, diminished strength.

(Mundt) I've been through Sweden
quite a bit...

but I've never heard
of this place...Rasbo?

It is a viIIage, about 1 5km from Uppsala.

That is Bertil Hedin,
the postmaster there, ja?

And by kiIIing this old mailman I will be
fulfiIIing the destiny of the Aryan race?

You wish to be reIieved of
this assignment, Captain Mundt?

no, sir.

Then do not question your orders.

Simply obey them.

Yes, Herr Doktor.

I apoIogise.

Further questions?

(Latin dance music on radio)

(Static)

(Mengele) The men's families
are not to be invoIved.

And in the case of, say, younger wives

who might be open to
romantic overtures as accompIices,

I repeat, the famiIies
are not to be invoIved.

You wiII live in a manner befitting
saIesmen for Iarge German firms.

And you will have enough money
for any equipment you might need.

It is vitaI that you check in
with headquarters on the first, er...

Find it!

Find it!

Sir!

(KohIer laughs)

AII right, Lieberman! Listen to this!

..by kiIIing this old mailman I will be
fulfiIIing the destiny of the Aryan race?

Operator, any word on my call yet?

(Telephone)

Hello?

Kohler?!

I thought I told you to leave!

Well, I didn't, Mr Lieberman.
But I think you're gonna be glad I didn't.

Doktor Josef MengeIe was here tonight.

You call me at 3 o'cIock in the morning

to teII me Doktor Josef MengeIe
is in Paraguay? I know that, Mr KohIer!

So does my sister,
so does my landlord, and my tailor!

And now you know it, too!
My congratulations!

He came to a meeting at Gunther's house
tonight, and the others were there, too.

MengeIe's sending them out to kiII 94
65-year-old men in the next 2½ years.

What are you taIking about?

94 at 65...

Two and a haIf years?

I can hear you, Mr KohIer.
I just can't follow what you're saying.

Goddamn it, you don't have to believe
me! I've got it aII on tape!

All over. Europe, Canada,
the United States.

Mostly civiI servants.

OK. I'm running it down now.
It'll onIy take a second.

Take your time.

Old men don't go back to sleep
once they have been awakened.

(MengeIe) WeIcome, young man.

The stuff on now, it's just a lot of
introducing and glad-handing around.

MengeIe's acting
Iike chairman of the board.

Will you stop asking questions
and just Iisten, Mr Lieberman?

- Sit down, gentIemen, please.
- OK, here it comes.

The task before you is the most...

..Organisation has ever undertaken.

KohIer?

(Screams)

Are you there, KohIer? KohIer!

- (StifIed scream)
- Your success on this proj...

KohIer?

Clean the room.

Dispose of the body.

I do not want a trace
of this vermin to remain.

Everything is aII right.
You will take care of the police.

- Who was the boy calling?
- It does not matter.

- Perhaps you should wait.
- We wait for nothing.

The Fourth Reich is coming, Gunther.
Our men will Ieave tomorrow as planned.

Kill him.

(Bells chime)

(Lieberman) Is there no way
of checking this further?

All right, thank you.

The Vienna telephone exchange
says there was a caII from Paraguay.

The Paraguayans say that
no such call took pIace.

I have finally found a couple
of things from that boy.

Mundt!

Captain in a Death-Head Regiment.

Farnbach, a Gestapo agent.

Trausteiner!

Assistant Commandant at Dachau!
Cheap bureaucrats and murderers!

And these...

who knows?

Ezra! You know you shouldn't.

Esther, after all I've been through,
one puff won't hurt me.

These...

Oh!

Colonel Eduard Seibert.

He's Adjutant to Rausch,
the head of the Comrades Organisation.

He was in command of the extermination
units on the Eastern Front.

He's a reaI aristocrat.

What's he doing
in such undistinguished company?

- Then it wasn't a hoax after all?
- No!

Esther...

on the teIephone,
after that boy was cut off,

I felt something.

Something in the silence.

Something alive...

and...

hatefuI.

Maybe I'm getting senile, hm?

You haven't got the time.

94...

ordinary men...

Beynon!

Oh, Christ!

Mr Beynon, so nice to see you again.

- How are you getting along?
- Can't complain. Who'd Iisten?

May I take up a moment of your time?

I'm so sorry, I'm late for lunch.

- AIways such a prodigious appetite!
- What?

Eight times Iast week I called you,
and each time you were at lunch.

Maybe you have a tapeworm?

now, Sidney, please...
Just a few moments of your time.

Oh, very well. Come on.

You carry this whoIe damn
concentration-camp thing

pinned to your coattaiIs.

Why do you keep knocking yourseIf out?

nothing ever pays off.

Frieda Maloney is in jaiI.

Frieda MaIoney!
She was onIy a guard in a camp.

Who strangIed young girIs with
their own hair. Bayoneted infants.

Maybe she was a despicable criminal,
but she just isn't news 30 years Iater.

Sidney, there is a plot by the Comrades
Organisation, which is the iIIegaI army...

Yes, I know what it is.

It pIots to kiII 94 men
in the next two and a haIf years.

Jews, I suppose?

I want your European,
Canadian and American bureaux

to send you cIippings of all
65-year-oId civil servants who die

accidentally.

You pass them to me and I'll do the rest.

And whose plot is this?

Josef MengeIe.

He's the red herring in this IittIe barrel?

What a titIe for the chief doctor of
Auschwitz, who killed 2½ million peopIe!

Experimented on chiIdren,
Jewish and non-Jewish,

using twins, mostIy.

Injecting bIue dyes into their eyes
to make them acceptabIe Aryans.

Ezra!

Amputating limbs and organs
from thousands,

operating without anaesthetics,
but with the strength of Wagner

providing an obbligato
to the screams of the mutants

- he was creating!
- Don't lecture me!

Sidney...you owe me something.

Even if onIy to humour an oId man

who once brought you
a page-one internationaI story.

You owe me this much, Sidney.

now I'm collecting.

Have you any idea how many men
in their mid-60s die every day?

I try not to think about it.

(Laughter)

Save it for your wife, Herr Döring.

What I've got is too good for her.

I can feeI that, Herr Döring!

Go on, go on.

Pig!

(Burp)

(Herr Döring screams)

Good boy. Good boy.

(PIane approaching)

Seibert!

News?

Good news.
Our saIesmen are all checked in.

The first quotas have been filled.
Four on the exact dates.

- Two a day early, and one a day late.
- SpIendid! Splendid! Come...

We'II have a nice Iunch.

(CIassicaI music)

Colonel, I will need a full report
on all this for my records.

I've already taken care of that.

Four out of seven on the exact dates.

They are good men.

Well chosen.

GeneraI Rausch caIIed me
from the Costa Brava.

Why didn't you teII us about Lieberman?

I did not think it was necessary.

The GeneraI is concerned.

But Ezra Lieberman...
no one takes him seriously.

Even the rich Jews
who used to send him money

have found better ways
to ease their consciences.

The man's bank has faiIed.
His followers have faIIen away.

He's entireIy without credibiIity.

I just decided it was not important.

If you'II forgive me, Herr Doktor,
it was not your decision to make.

You couId have compromised
our agents.

And if I had told you about Lieberman,

you would have
compromised my project.

How bad wouId it be if we postponed
for three or four months?

That wouId reduce the outcome
by 20 per cent.

There are 18 men
in the first four months.

It would change the results compIetely.

Assuming there is an outcome.

It wiII be exactly the resuIts
I have promised.

General Rausch
wanted to recall these six men.

ImpossibIe!

Until we find out
how much Lieberman knows.

ImpossibIe! This project has a timetable
that must be observed.

- It cannot be changed.
- Herr Doktor...

CoIoneI, do you fully understand
what it is that I have done?

I...

the outlaw.

The so-called war criminaI.

Right here in this godforsaken place,
I have created a scientific miracle.

I have turned the whoIe world
into a Iaboratory.

Our laboratory.

Don't talk to me about six men.

I wouId send out six more
if they were caught.

And six more, and six more,
untiI the task was done.

I agree, Herr Doktor.

I agree. Let's hope that we can resoIve
this Lieberman business

and that you get to put 94 check marks
on that beautiful chart of yours.

Come. WaIk me to the plane.

You see how...
passionate I am on this suject?

Uh-huh.

One day this pIace will be a shrine
visited by miIIions of schoolchildren.

That is a nice thought.

nice thought.

- Gladbeck, 3:30, Ezra.
- We'll get there. We'll get there.

When do I ever miss a train?

now, you know what to do
while I'm away?

Go through all those cIippings,
separate them by countries, then cities.

Isolate all vioIent crime.

Ezra, there are more than 100 clippings

and Beynon says
there are more to come.

Well, we have to start somewhere.

Yes, but we can't afford
to hunt for aII those men.

That's why I'm going to these cities first -
the closest and the cheapest. It's a start.

Yes, but...

Remember to separate the ones
in New England from the rest.

I can cover them on the Iecture tour.

StiII without any help.

Without heIp, without money,
without time. What eIse is new?

(Faint music)

(Louder music)

♪ I'm more in love with you

♪ It's not the feeIing it will give you
for the things gone by

♪ It's when you Iook at all the things...

(Door slams)

The IandIord!

- Where are you going?
- To turn that damn tape off.

Leave it! I like music.

Well, he doesn't. He's aIways prowling
around the landing, listening at my door!

- Just waiting to catch me.
- Catch you? Doing what?

Just what we're doing now, Iove.

Mr Harrington doesn't Iike any mucking
around. He has a wife and kid, you know!

OId coot! Bet he wouIdn't say no
if I invited him in here.

Then maybe we'II invite him in...

Iater.

Is this Frau Döring's residence?
My name is Lieberman.

Thank you.

I think she's off the phone by now.

You her grandson?

Her son.

Herr Lieberman!

Frau Döring,
thank you so much for seeing me.

Oh! Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You are the man who was on teIevision
severaI months ago.

The nazi-hunter. Frieda MaIoney.

Yes.

- Do you kiII Nazis when you catch them?
- No, that's against the law.

It's much better to put them on triaI
so peopIe can Iearn.

Learn what?

Who they were. What they did.

So why even catch them?

Just put it aII in history books.

CIever boy you have, Frau Döring!

Yes. But, er...definitely Iazy.

For example, right now
he should be in his room practising.

I can't be in my room and answer
the door at the same time, can I?

Oh, I was only teasing, darling!

now, pIease, go and practise, hm?

Now...we can talk.

First of aII, may I express my sympathy?

Things must be very difficuIt for you
right now.

Thank you.

Is he your onIy child?

Yes.

Did your husband Ieave all his money
to Erich and you?

And to a sister of his.

Why do you ask that?

I was Iooking for a reason
behind his death.

EmiI's death was an accident.

Was he a Nazi?

I did not meet him untiI 1955,
so I have no way of knowing.

Did he ever...

mention the name of
a Doktor Josef Mengele?

Who?

There was a considerable age difference
between you, wasn't there?

Oh! That wasn't the onIy difference!

I was 20, straight off the farm,

and he was Mr High and Mighty
of the Transport Commission.

Erm... 43, I think he was.

Did he...have any hobbies?

No.

Yes.

Yes, he did have one special hobby,
Herr Lieberman.

He humiliated and beat my son
at every given opportunity.

WouId you Iike me to teII you
who reaIIy killed him?

God!

To set free a stupid little farm girl,
after 22 years of unhappiness!

Do Nazis answer prayers,
Herr Lieberman?

no. That is God's business.

And I have thanked him
every night since...

he pushed EmiI under that car.

He couId have done it sooner.

But I thank him, anyway.

♪ We're home again

♪ This time, for sure

♪ We're home again

♪ So cIose the door

♪ And this time

♪ What we've got, let's be thankful for

♪ It's coId out there ♪

Who the hell are you?

Come in, Mr Harrington.
She wants to talk to you.

- I'll talk to her.
- That would be nice.

(TeIephone rings)

John!

John!

Simon, stop pIaying with those puppets
and go and wash your hands.

Hello?

(Simon) I'm on my way, Mother!

If you'd hoId on, I'll just get her.

nancy!

(Simon) Nancy! TeIephone, nancy!

(Manic Iaughter)

nancy!

(Simon) Nancy!

nancy!

(Simon) Nancy!

nancy, you can't spend your Iife in bed.

(Screaming)

(Simon) Nancy!

(Manic laugh)

Good! Good! Incredibly precise!

Everything right on schedule.

You did not have to make the trip,
Seibert. You could have used the radio.

not that I do not weIcome
a little intelligent company down here.

Gunther remembered the digitaI clock
you admired so much in his home.

Why, thank you, my friend.

Very nice of you.

Such a rational device.

- Remarkable.
- There is a probIem.

Lieberman.
He was in GIadbeck, in Döring's house.

Could he possibly
have found out about Döring?

- You don't know?
- How could I?

- The boy, Kohler?
- ImpossibIe.

Then how did Lieberman get to Döring?

Sheer coincidence.

That's not a very scientific expIanation,
is it, Doktor?

Are you interrogating me,
CoIoneI Seibert?

General Rausch put me
in charge of security.

How can I function
if I don't have all the facts?

But you do!

A nosy, incompetent oId Jew
has bumbled onto one victim.

What more do you have to know?

Any idiot could see the next logical step.

- KiII him!
- We don't want to create a martyr!

Ridiculous!

Besides, he couId have contacted
poIice agencies or inteIIigence services.

They wouId not pay any attention to him!

If he died suddenly, they would.

WeII...

then what are you going to do?

Lieberman will have to be watched
more carefully.

If he gets too cIose,
a decision will be made.

We wiII balance
the danger of killing Lieberman

against the scientific vaIidity
of your project.

Are you, my esteemed Chief of Security,
teIIing me

that a project 20 years and miIIions
of dollars in the making will be dropped

because of this insignificant,
impudent oId Jew?!

Do not antagonise me, Doktor Mengele.

I have been one of your few supporters
since this Lieberman business began.

And shouId I drop to my knees
in gratitude?

Listen to me, Seibert.

I will not permit you to Iay your failure
or your fear at my door.

I am a scientist. I have done my job.

You are an executioner. Do yours!

Ezra!

Ah! A reception committee! How nice!

- So, how did it go?
- Oh, a very rewarding trip.

The Krassner death at Freiburn
was a genuine accident

witnessed by many people.

At GIadbeck, I met a young housewife

who was not exactIy heartbroken
by the death of her oId husband.

And at Prozheim
they sIammed the door in my face.

That's the way it will be
with most of these peopIe.

- I know. Come, Iet's get a coffee.
- Yes, pIease.

Excuse me. Mr Lieberman?

My name is David Bennett. I think you
know a friend of mine - Barry KohIer?

Oh, are you the boy who's been calling?

What news of Mr Kohler?

None.

- I know he was working with you.
- That is not correct.

- He was in contact with you.
- How do you know?

From letters we received.

- "We"?
- The Young Jewish Defenders.

Oh, that bunch of fanatics.
Kohler told me he worked aIone.

Yes. And he did, thanks to you.

After he read your books,
he decided to change his methods.

I did not send your friend to Paraguay.

He sent me these.

To prove that he wasn't off
on some wiId-goose chase.

He couIdn't identify these three,
so I traced them.

This is KIeist.

Hessen. And Schwimmer.

Members of a neo-nazi organisation
in Paraguay.

This has nothing to do with me.

- Is Kohler's life nothing to do with you?
- You have no right to taIk that way!

- Is Barry Kohler still aIive?
- How do I know?!

Mr Lieberman, Barry is dead!

You know that, and I know that!

And that's why I'm here -
to pick up where he left off.

- That means with you.
- I work alone.

I'm not asking you for a job!
I simply want some information.

I can't heIp you.

I won't Ieave you until you taIk to me.

I wiII plant myseIf on your doorstep
and I'II be waiting every morning.

You're stuck with me untiI
you give me information.

Ezra, I got another enveIope
of clippings from Beynon.

A big one.

All right, young man. We'll talk.

(Car approaching)

Good morning.
I'm looking for the viIIage of Storlien.

You're going the wrong way.

Turn around and take the south road
for about 16km.

Then bear right. You can't miss it.

Thanks.

- What are you doing in these parts?
- What?

You are not Swedish.

I come from Dortmund originaIIy, but...

I live in Stockholm now.

I have spent some time
in Germany myself.

Come now! Mundt!

- What's happened to your memory!
- My God! Major Hartung!

I knew it was you!

Can't beIieve it!
What in the worId are you doing up here!

It's no great story.
My sister was married to a Swede.

After I escaped from the internment
camp, I hid out with them.

I am Lars Löfquist now, inspector of
the power company. What about you?

I come up here on a job,
for the Comrades Organisation.

In Sweden?

My God, what's going on? Can you
teII me or wouId it violate orders?

To heII with orders! I'm sick of orders!

I'm here in Storlien to kiII
a schoolteacher by Saturday.

But don't ask me why.
I cannot make head or tail of it.

Who is this teacher?
Lundberg? Olafsson?

Lundberg.

But I don't know what he looks Iike.

He's probably a harmIess old man!
It doesn't make any sense!

It makes sense to your superiors. Or they
wouldn't have given you the assignment.

An order is an order.

Good God, man!
You are an officer of the SS!

Have you forgotten?
"My honour is IoyaIty."

Those words were supposed to be
engraved on your soul.

I know Lundberg.
I wiII point him out to you.

It isn't Lundberg.

(Löfquist screams)

And it doesn't have to be Saturday.

no one wouId have wanted to kiII Jack.

The man was beIoved.

If you had seen the wreaths
his students sent!

I have only one or two
more questions to ask.

Did your husband beIong to
any international group?

Uh...

He was in the American Legion.

Rotary... I guess that's internationaI.

The Legion sent a CoIour Guard
to the funeraI.

The coffin was draped
in the American fIag.

What are you doing out of bed?

I just came to get a gIass
of grapefruit juice.

He's got the flu.

I thought he couId stay home
a few days because of it.

This is Jack Curry Jr.

Just Jack Curry...now.

Jack, you bite your tongue.

This is Mr Lieberman.
A famous man from Vienna,

- in Austria.
- What's he famous for?

This is fantastic!

You know you have a double?!

A boy who Iives in Gladbeck in Germany,
exactIy like you!

ExactIy like me?

I never saw anything like it! Two twin
brothers could not be more the same.

Jack, you go up to bed
and I'll bring you your juice.

I want to find out...

When you start paying the doctor bills

you can get sick all you want.
Just say goodbye...and go.

Jesus H Christ! Goodbye!

- You watch your mouth, young man!
- (Door sIams)

It is amazing!

I thought he was this young boy
from Germany come to visit you!

Even the voice, the look in the eyes...

Look, I don't like to be rude, but, as you
can see, I got a Iot of things to do here.

Look, I'm sure that nobody
shot Big Jack on purpose.

It was a horrible accident.

If you'll excuse me?

(DoorbeII)

- Hello. Is this the Harrington residence?
- Yes, this is the Harrington residence.

- Can I talk to your mother, please?
- Well, you couId, but you can't.

This wiII only take a moment.

- My mother isn't receiving today.
- WeII, perhaps if you told her...

Don't you understand EngIish, you arse?
We are not at home!

WiIcox had two married daughters.

No... No sons.

The Harringtons...
Did they have any children?

What did the boy Iook like?

Sort of paIe.
He had straight dark hair. Very dark.

Blue eyes.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Why do you wanna know
about the kids all of a sudden?

Listen, Mr Bennett,

if you want to ask the questions,
you pay for the phone call.

No,

nothing.

no, I haven't found a Iink.

No! I'm...in the dark.

I'll caII you tomorrow, I promise.

Coming.

I have to speak to you, Mr Lieberman.

Well, come in.
I was just coming to see you.

- Sit down.
- No, I can't stay Iong.

Jack Jr doesn't know where I've gone.

Mr Lieberman,

my son is the onIy thing I've got.
You can't take him away from me.

I have no intention...

When you spoke about
that other boy, I got worried.

The Iady who gave Jack Jr to us
made us swear never to teII anyone.

Your son's adopted?

It's just that...she was a German lady.

She was very nice, really.

I was amazed when I read in the papers
about aII the things you said she did.

Frieda MaIoney!

Oh, God!
I knew I shouId never have come here!

Will you give me your word that you do
not have a recording device in your bag?

Thank you.

Do you have the depositions?

I have brought one.

It was agreed you would provide
an advance Iook

at all the testimony against my cIient.

With particuIar regard to scars, deformity
or disability suffered by witnesses.

This deposition is brought in good faith.

Two others will come if the interview
should prove satisfactory.

You reaIise how unjust aII this is?

Mrs Maloney has been married
to an American citizen for 27 years.

She has two children. One grandchild.

I suppose this can be...corroborated?

By the mother of the child
and three other surviving witnesses.

We wiII keep the interview brief.

We will discuss only my cIient's activities
in America between 1964 and '67.

You will ask nothing about
the charges against her

or about any event that occurred
during or directly after the war.

One question of that nature and I wiII
immediately terminate the interview.

(Footsteps)

So...I am to speak to you about
my work with the adoption agency.

Correct.

I don't mind.

What I did may have been
sIightly iIIegaI, but...

I brought happiness
to so many people, huh?

now teII me, if you will,
how you came to work for this agency.

In the spring of 1963,

I was contacted by someone I knew
in the Comrades Organisation.

Who?

Frau MaIoney will not answer that.

They'd helped me after the war

and wanted me to return the favour
by getting a job in an adoption agency.

Did they say why?

If you Iet me finish, you'II find out.

The Rush-Gaddis agency hired me.

The Comrades Organisation
was interested in rejects.

Couples who were denied children
because the husband was too oId.

I looked for appIications from families
with Nordic/Christian backgrounds,

in which the husband was born
between 1910 and 1914,

and the wife between 1933 and 1937.

The husband had to work
in something like the civiI service.

And both spouses
had to be in perfect heaIth.

- Did they expIain why they wanted this?
- That information is not relevant.

I was expected to obey my orders,
not to question them.

This I did, as I aIways had.

About a year after that,

I was ordered to contact appIicants
and offer them a heaIthy white baby boy,

compIete with new York State
adoption papers.

They were to pay me $500.

After their medical certificates had been
cleared, they would receive the babies.

We would meet at a moteI
near Kennedy Airport.

That used to be Idlewild.

The babies were delivered to me,

usually by stewardesses
with Varig Airlines.

Varig?

Did the babies all come from BraziI?

Is that important to you?

What did they Iook like?

They were all beautifuI little boys

with bIack hair, piercing bIue eyes...

If you're looking for a long-lost Jewish
grandson, he was not among them.

How many coupIes
did you give the babies to?

About 20.

- OnIy Americans?
- Some were Canadian.

- No Europeans?
- No.

Can you remember a Curry family?

- A Curry, yes.
- Who else?

Wheelock. Henry Wheelock.

They gave me my dog, Schatzie.

BeautifuI Doberman. He was onIy
ten weeks old when I got him.

Where is WheeIock from?

New Providence, PennsyIvania.

And how Iong after the Currys
did the Wheelocks get their baby?

It was 14 years ago! I don't remember.

And what has Josef MengeIe
to do with aII this?

We won't answer that.

It was aII a trick, wasn't it!

I know nothing of Mengele!

But you'll Iink me with him, won't you?
You want your pound of flesh!

30 years! The world has forgotten!
nobody cares!

And you persist and persist!
now why don't you get off my back?!

One more minor question.

- I'll say nothing to you!
- As you wish.

This interview has not
gone to my satisfaction.

I wiII therefore withhold the other
two depositions we talked about.

You Iying Jewish schmuck!

You are not a guard now, madam!

You are a prisoner!

I may Ieave here empty-handed...

but you...

are not going anywhere.

I think Frau Maloney
could answer one more question.

When is your dog's birthday?

You are an insane oId man
after all, aren't you?

Schatzie's birthday?

It was December 1 1th.

Have a safe trip, David.

Why MengeIe?

David's off to New York for his sister's
wedding, but he'II be back in a week.

(Sighs) Mengele...

gives babies.

14 years Iater, he kiIIs the fathers.

He kiIIs Döring, Harrington, Curry...

They got their babies four weeks apart

and the fathers were killed
four weeks apart.

WheeIock...

Maloney's dog was born December 1 1th,
ten weeks...

I've aIready worked it out.
February the 20th.

That's only four days from now!

WheeIock...
New Providence, PennsyIvania.

How can I call Wheelock and teII him
he's going to be kiIIed

by the peopIe who gave him his baby?

By Josef Mengele, who's already kiIIed
the fathers of at Ieast two other boys

who happen to be twins!

Who wouId believe
such a preposterous story?

(♪ "The Blue Danube")

Herr Doktor, how kind of you to come!

PIeasure to be here.

Can this be little Elsa?

Yes! You remember!

Last time I saw you...

you were that high.

You had whooping cough.

no, no.

I'm going to dance
with your beautiful daughter.

Good evening. How are you?

May I present to you my wife Gertrud?

- My love, Doktor MengeIe.
- It is such an honour meeting you!

We're here on a IittIe second
honeymoon.

You're supposed to be in Kristianstad
getting ready to kiII Oscarsson.

Traitor!

(Shouting and screaming)

No!

He betrayed me!

He betrayed you!

He betrayed the Aryan race!

Get a doctor!

I am a doctor, idiot!

Don't you come near him!

Shut up, you ugly bitch!

- I thought you knew.
- HoId stiII, hoId stiII.

(Seibert) Doktor MengeIe?

Could I caII you away from surgery
for one moment?

(Mundt) If you'II excuse me?

Why was I not toId that
that man was called back?

All the men have been recaIIed.

RecaIIed?

They shouId all be back here
by the end of the week.

But why? What has happened?

Lieberman visited Frieda Maloney
in prison.

Lieberman again? WiII I be pIagued
to my dying day by that infernal Jew?

MaIoney toId him about the adoptions.

WeII, that's not catastrophic, Seibert.

She only knows about America.
The work can continue in Europe.

The Organisation does not share
your optimism, Herr Doktor.

But all Lieberman has are a few
paItry shreds of information.

18 of your sujects have died.

That means that,
according to your figures,...

we can be sure of one or two successes.

And if my calculations are wrong? And
there's onIy one chance in 20 or 30?

no, Seibert. The men must go back.

They can't.
The operation has been terminated.

Terminated?

By whose authority?

GeneraI Rausch, and the CoIoneI's.

I toId you...
I toId you from the beginning, kill him.

Kill him! It wouId have been so easy!

It has gone beyond Lieberman.
We don't know who else is involved.

You have betrayed me!

You are all a bunch of seIfish oId men
who have lost your courage!

You only want to bask in the sun
in your old age!

And if your Aryan grandchildren have
to live in a worId which is run by Jews

and BIacks and OrientaIs and sIobs,
you could not care less!

Your operation has been canceIIed.

No!

Your operation has been canceIIed.
Mine continues.

Heil Hitler.

This MengeIe was sort of a primitive
geneticist in his own way, wasn't he?

I understand that he experimented
on human beings.

Twins.

Then he was nothing more
than a sadist, really.

A sadist with an MD and a PhD.

WeII, some peopIe would say
that's a perfect definition of a scientist.

What exactly do you mean when you say
the boys you saw were more than twins?

not onIy did they Iook alike but
they were also very alike in personality.

That is unusual.

Twins who are separated at birth
develop totaIIy different personalities.

But these twins, or perhaps
I should say tripIets,

because I beIieve
my associate saw another,

were Iike the same people,

but brought up with different Ianguages.

It's impossible, of course.

Excuse me, Doctor,
but what is impossibIe?

What is impossible, Doctor?

MononucIear reproduction.

Oh... Doctor...

CIoning.

What if I were to tell you that I couId take
a scraping of skin from your finger

and create another Ezra Lieberman?

I would tell you not to waste
your time on my finger.

Anyway, that is cIoning.

It was first done with pIants. A cutting
taken from a pIant and transpIanted

grew to be the exact duplicate
of the donor plant.

Now we are doing the same thing
with laboratory animaIs.

You mean you can produce
an animal from itseIf?

We take the unfertiIised egg
of an ovuIating femaIe

and destroy aII of its genes
and chromosomes.

We then impIant the nucIeus
of the donor cell,

which couId be taken from a bIood
sampIe, or even a skin scraping.

That cell,
with its genetic materiaI intact,

eventually becomes an embryo
and is born as a living creature.

Without parents?

Well, it has no father
because the egg was never fertilised.

No mother, because its genetic code
comes from another being.

Can you foIIow that?

And this creature
is an exact duplicate of itseIf?

Oh, Doctor, how can that be?

Come along.

Our experiments began with the simpIest
of animaIs: shrimps and frogs.

Animals in which the femaIe's eggs
are fertilised externally.

Then we moved on to mammaIs.

We tried severaI laboratory animaIs
and found the rabbit most convenient.

I had to deveIop instruments
which couId accompIish the operation

and a whole micro-injection system.
I'll show you how it's done.

Here we are removing the eggs
of a white rabbit

from the FaIIopian tubes.

now you see the egg
under a microscope.

I have brought the point of an ordinary
sewing needIe into view

- to give an idea of the size.
- They are that small?

Most mammaI eggs are about that size.

- IncIuding human eggs?
- Yes.

The next step is to destroy
the egg nucIeus

with ultravioIet Iight

so that none of its genetic makeup
remains.

now you see an egg
from a white rabbit

ready to be injected with the bIood cell
from a bIack rabbit donor.

With the injection pipette

one of the blood ceIIs is sucked up
and then injected into the egg.

After a few hours,
the eggs in cuIture divide

and are ready to be put back
into the female.

There they grow into embryos

which, in a month's time,
the normaI gestation period,

will become baby rabbits.

In this instance,
a black Iitter from a white mother.

Their bIack colour proves
that they have been cloned

from the blood ceII of a bIack rabbit.

(FiIm stops)

But isn't it difficuIt
to get the egg back into the femaIe?

Transferring the eggs isn't a problem. We
do it all the time with laboratory animaIs.

The reaIIy tricky part is the microsurgery.

Getting the donor ceII into the egg.

You're lucky if one in ten survives.

And this can be done with humans?

If the technique were precise enough.

- It's monstrous, Doctor!
- Why?

WouIdn't you want to Iive in a world
full of Mozarts and Picassos?

Of course, it's only a dream.

not onIy would you have to reproduce
the genetic code of the donor,

but the environmental background
as well.

Is Mengele trying to reproduce himseIf?

no. He has brown eyes and he comes
from a very weaIthy famiIy.

Let's examine the famiIy background
of the donor.

The father is 65 years oId.
A civiI servant.

The mother is 42, you say?

She dotes on the chiId.

SpoiIs...

The boy is...

paIe.

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

SpoiIt.

Right?

Now, MengeIe would certainly know
every social and environmental detail

wouId have to be reproduced.

If the parents were divorced
when the boy was ten,

this wouId have to be arranged.

Doctor Bruckner,

the one who is cloned,

the donor.

- He has to be alive, doesn't he?
- not necessariIy.

IndividuaI cells taken from a donor
can be preserved indefiniteIy.

With a sample of Mozart's bIood,
and the women, someone with the skill

could breed a few hundred
baby Mozarts.

My God,

if it's reaIIy been done,...

what I'd give to see one of those boys!

Herr Lieberman?

Herr Lieberman...

not Mozart, Doctor.

Not Picasso.

not a genius who would
enrich the worId...

but a lonely IittIe boy,
with a domineering father,

a customs officer,

who was 52 when he was born.

And...

an affectionate, doting mother...

who was 29.

The father died at 65,

when the boy was nearly 14.

Adolf HitIer.

(Machine-gun fire)

CoIoneI Seibert!

(Dogs barking)

(Dogs growl)

You Lieberman?

Ja.

Come on in.

(Barking)

OK, boys.

Beautiful dogs!

Tear the throat out of anyone
who even Iooks cross-eyed at me.

I guess you can see why I didn't exactly
wet my pants when you said

someone was out to get me.

Take off your coat.

(Dogs growIing)

Very impressive.

Yeah.

My son took those pictures.

Very good!

Very good.

A little artsy-fartsy, if you ask me.

Is your son at home?

no. He's in school.

And, er... Mrs WheeIock?

- Is she at home?
- She's still at work.

So, you're the guy who got
that Nazi Eichmann?

I Iocated him.

It was the IsraeIis
who did the actuaI kidnapping.

How much you get for that?

nothing.

I did it for the satisfaction.
I hate all nazis.

I don't know about nazis.

It's the niggers we gotta worry about.

Why are these Nazis after me?

- Well...
- (Dogs growl)

I find it...very hard to taIk.

Don't worry about them. They won't
bother you. UnIess you bother me.

I was attacked by a dog
when I was a child.

A German shepherd.

And I still feel uncomfortable
with a dog in the room.

Jesus! You're Iike my neighbour Wally.

He won't waIk up the driveway
unless the dogs are Iocked up.

OK...

Come on, boys. In you go.

There's no other way
that they can come in?

No.

Thank you.

I feel much better.

(Gun cIicks, dogs bark)

- Hey!
- Put your hands up.

What the hell are you up to, anyway?

Is there a basement in this house?

Yeah.

Take me to it.

Do you have any pictures of your son?

There's an aIbum on the tabIe.
What do you want them for?

PIease do not worry. I am very anxious
to see him and taIk to him.

I am the doctor who deIivered him.

Open the door.

Go down the stairs, Mr WheeIock.

now listen. I don't give doodIey-shit
about Jews or nazis.

Good!

(Dogs barking)

Tell me, please,
which way to QuarryviIIe?

Down here to the end of the exit.
Take a Ieft straight into Quarryville.

Thank you.

(Dogs barking)

Quiet, damn you!

Bobby!

Dear, dear boy.

Mr Wheelock?

Mr Wheelock?

Mr Wheelock!

Mr...

You!

Herr Lieberman!

(Dogs barking)

(Mengele screams)

(Barking continues)

(Lieberman screams)

Get up.

Jew!

Up!

Up!

Yes... I am going to kiII you.

But I want you to die with the knowIedge

that all your efforts have gone
for nothing!

I have the money and I have the will!
And no one can stop me!

Did you kill Wheelock?

No...he's in the kitchen,
mixing us some cocktails(!)

You know what I saw on the teIevision
in my motel room

at one o'cIock this morning?

FiIms of Hitler.

They're showing fiIms about the war.
The movement!

People are fascinated!

The time is ripe!

AdoIf Hitler...is alive!

This album is full of pictures of him.

Bobby WheeIock and 93 other boys
are exact genetic duplicates of him.

Bred entirely from his ceIIs.

He aIIowed me to take half a Iitre of his
bIood and a cutting of skin from his ribs.

We were in a biblical frame of mind

on the 23rd of May, 1943,

at the Berghof.

He had denied himself children because
he knew that no son couId fIourish

in the shadow of so God-like a father!

But then he heard
what was theoreticaIIy possible,

that I could create one day not his son,
not even a carbon copy,

but another originaI!

He was thriIIed by the idea!

The right Hitler for the right future!

A Hitler tailor-made

for the 1980s,

'90s,

2000!

Kill!

Kill!

(Dogs snarling)

Get away!

Off!

No more gun?

(Front door)

Holy shit!

Bobby!

Bobby...

My dear, dear boy!

You cannot imagine how happy I am,
how joyous I am,

to see you standing there
so fine and strong

and handsome!

Call these dogs off, Bobby.
CaII the dogs off, pIease.

I am an old friend of the famiIy.

In fact, I am the doctor
who delivered you.

And I stopped by,
having just returned from abroad,

and he Iet me in.

And then he pulled out a gun!

Fortunately, I was abIe to overpower him.

Now caII them off, Bobby. Call them off.

Please.

Cut!

Cut - how cIever!

I said "off" and I said "away",

and I said "no gun, no more gun"...

Then you had the gun.

- No! He had...
- They attack anyone with a gun!

- They were locked up...
- The dogs are never Iocked up.

Bobby... My dear, dear...

Action!

(Mengele) Cut! Cut!

They won't Iisten to you.

I...

Bobby, that man is your enemy.
Do not Iisten to him, I beg of you!

CaII...the police.

Yeah.

By aII means, do so, Bobby.

But first there are some things
about yourself you must know.

What do you mean?

If I prove to you that I know you better
than anyone in the world,

better even than your own mother,
wiII you Iisten to me?

You are a cIever boy,

are you not?

You do not do well in school.
That is because you are too clever.

Too busy thinking your own thoughts.

But you are much smarter
than your teachers, uh?

My teachers are nowhere.

You are going to be the worId's
greatest photographer, are you not?

Have you ever feIt superior
to those around you?

Like a prince among peasants?

I feeI different from everyone sometimes.

You are infinitely different.

InfiniteIy superior.

You were born of
the nobIest bIood in the worId.

You have it within you to fulfiI ambitions
a thousand times greater

than those of which
you presentIy dream!

And you shaII fuIfil them, Bobby!
You shaII!

You are the Iiving duplicate
of the greatest man in history.

Adolf HitIer.

Oh, man, you're weird!

(Lieberman murmurs)

Bobby, I'm telling you the truth!

- (MengeIe ranting in background)
- Find...your...father.

What?

He kiIIed...

your...father.

(Dogs growl)

Bobby! Listen to me!

It was this vicious Jew,

your sworn enemy!

He killed your father,
and he came here to kill you!

(MengeIe) Bobby!

Let me protect you!

All your power wiII burst forth
when the time comes,

when you grow older!

And you see the worId
engulfed by human garbage!

When you feeI this urge rising within you

to save your own Aryan foIk
from extinction!

Then you will rejoice in your heritage
and bless me for creating you!

Bobby!

You must understand your parents
are of no importance!

They were chosen for you!

Now that they have served their purpose,

they must disappear from your Iife!

Bobby!

Bobby!

You freaked-out maniac!

Print!

Bobby...

Holy shit!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Phew, man... Get outta here.

Out.

You'II die if I don't call
an ambuIance for you.

I couId just go out right now.
My mom won't be home until Iate.

You'll be dead by then.

If I call the poIice,
will you teII them what I did?

OK.

Shake.

- Come on, shake!
- (Lieberman groans)

OK. You got a deaI.

(Bobby dialling)

(Bobby) I'd like an ambuIance
and a police car

at the WheeIock residence
on Old Buck Road, pIease.

Hey, man, this is an emergency!

A heavy-duty emergency.

David!

What a surprise!

Which assassin was it, Mr Lieberman?

I thought you went to a wedding!

No more deception now.
No more bIind alleys.

It was Mengele.

He's dead.

It's over.

The Döring boy isn't dead yet.

Neither is Simon Harrington
or Jack Curry or Bobby WheeIock.

It took a little time,

a little backtracking,
a visit to Dr Bruckner.

But now we know...everything.

And what are you going to do about it?

KiII the boys.

BriIIiant man, that Mengele.

I suppose he had aII 94 of those names
and addresses memorised.

Now you are trying to fool me.

- You have been searching the room.
- He must have had a Iist.

He did. Now I have it.

- Give it to me.
- Why?

We have the right and we have the duty.

To do what? KiII children?

Give me that Iist.

You will have to take it from me.

And, when you do,
you can add my name to the Iist.

I don't mean you any harm.

You will have to kill me, David.

The first of those boys that you touch,

I wiII turn you and your entire
organisation over to the police.

I wiII do that.

You would protect HitIer?

I will not...sIaughter the innocent,

and neither will you.

A fanatic you may be, but a murderer
of young children you are not.

There is a nurse here, an angel of mercy
caIIed Miss Hanrahan,

who actually gives me cigarettes.
You know what she said?

She said, "Mr Lieberman,
if you can escape BuchenwaId,

"and you can escape those bullets,

"then a few cigarettes will not hurt you."

Isn't that a nice thing to say?

Man!