All language subtitles for PLAYING_WITH_TIME_1980

A special welcome to
you all tonight.

I hope those of you who
are far away from home

aren't feeling too unhappy.

If there is anything I can do,

I will do it.

Have another piece
of sausage, if you like?

Oh, yes, but just a tiny piece.

I still can't believe I'm
sitting so close to you.

Really, all my friends
love your style.

Do you know why they arrested you?

I think it was because
of my boyfriend,

He's in the Resistance.

Oh.

I adore him,

Maurice is his name.

He's in the second
year of dental school.

Mine's Robert.

He's a lawyer.

Oh, a blond, he's gorgeous.

I love blonds.

Mme. Fenelon, your music
is the soul of Paris.

Yes.

Thank you.

Somebody said it's because we're
Jewish that they picked us up.

Are you?

Half.

I'm half too.

Although it never meant anything to me.

Nor me.

You really shouldn't eat so much.

Oh, I can't help it.

I never used to until
the prison.

It made me hungry all the time.

Can you tell the direction?

North.

It's probably going to be Munich, they
need labourers on the farms around there.

Munich, I've seen photographs.

I'm not sure I could do farm work,
could you?

Have you never worked?

No, no, never. I was in school
or at home, all my life.

Hold the match sir.

Changed?

He turned to the east.

East?

That compass can't be right with
so much metal around here, can it?

Would you mind if we
sort of stuck together?

How old are you?

Twenty .

Really?

You seem so young.

I have to find the pail.

Why don't you watch where your're going?

I have to get to the pail.

It's outrageous.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Nobody's looking.

Who tipped the pail over?

It stinks in here.

Open the doors, we need air.

It wasn't your fault.

Please open this door.

We need air.

Madame, madame, your husband.

Open the door!

There's a dead man in here.

Open the door!

Is this where
we get our things back?

What did you say?

Is this where
we get our things back?

You, take your coat off.

You can take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off!

She keeps her hair?

Only Jews are shaved.

How do I look, Jew crap?

I'm not a Jew crap,
I'm French.

Who gave you permission to speak?

Where are the people
we came with?

The ones in the Red Cross trucks?

Your friends?

Look...

See... cooking!

Marianne, listen to me.

Stop that, girl.

Why are they doing this?

What do they get from it?

What a stupid thing.

My boyfriend wouldn't let me join the
Resistance because it was too dangerous.

Is that why you didn't?

I've been in the Resistance
a long time.

There's a dead woman here.

We must have an aim in life.

And I think the aim,

is to remember everything.

I'll tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a prince,

named Jean,

and he was terribly handsome,

and he married a princess called Jeanette,

and she was terribly beautiful.

So one day, the prince said to her,

"My dear, we must make children".

So...

They had six sons and
five daughters...

And each son had a horse,

And each daughter had a cow.

And when they grew up...

Of course, they all lived
very happilly ever after.

Does anyone know how to
sing Madame Butterfly?

Does anyone know how to
sing Madame Butterfly?

She... she can.

Bring her.

I'm Etalina, I saw you
once in Paris at the Melody,

My parents took me there
for my seventeenth birthday.

I've been playing professionally
myself this year.

But she's the one who
recognized you, this is Michou.

I thought I saw you coming out
of your barracks yesterday.

I begged our Kapo
to audition you!

What audition?

For the orchestra, for us.

Laura, Laura, come and meet
Fania Fenelon.

She is one of our
best players.

She can do Brahms solos.

I am honored to meet you.

Is there a conductor?

Oh yes, Mme. Alma Rosé.

Her uncle was Gustav Mahler,
the great composer.

She's a fantastic talent - but
not a warm heart, be careful.

You are Mademoiselle Fenelon?

Yes madame.

Do you play the piano?

Yes ma'am.

Let me hear something
from Madame Butterfly.

Crying? But why?

Ah, it’s faith you are lacking!

One fine day we’ll notice

a thread of smoke arising

on the sea, in the far horizon.

And then the ship appearing;

then the trim white vessel

glides into the harbor,

thunders forth her cannon.

See you? Now he is coming!

I do not go to meet him.

No, not I.

I stay upon the brow of a hillock

And wait there and wait for a long....

You will take her?

Yes cetainly Frau Lagerfuhrerin.
She is very good.

It's wonderful.

Do you know any German music?

Yes.

I am Lagerfuhrerin Maria Mandel,

in command of all
women in this camp.

I...

I forgot to tell Mme. Rosé that...

I...

I can not accept to be
in the orchestra

unless my friend,

64862 can also join
the orchestra.

She has a beautiful voice.

She is in barracks B.

Unless...

She can come,

I...

I must refuse, I'm sorry.

See that they get clean, and
send them to me at the depot.

Yes, Frau Lagerfuhrerin.

What size?

Size nine, Frau Lagerfuhrerin.
- Nine.

Find warm boots on the table.

- Find them!

Feet must be warm and comfortable
or the voice is affected.

Continue.

Sit down.

From the beginning.

Why is it so loud?

This is not band music.

We are not playing against the wind.

Why can you not obey
my instructions?

Music is the holiest
activity of mankind.

You must apply yourselves day and night;

You must listen to yourselves;

You must aspire to some improvement!

You cannot simply keep repeating
the same stupid mistakes...

At ease, philharmonic.

I think you've upset her.

Your being so good.

She suddenly realised what
we really sound like.

Well, it was a bit loud.

Liesle can't learn that number.

We've got to go loud or she's had it.

And you, Greta, you're getting worse.

I only studied less than six months
in my entire life.

Which turned out to be the smartest
six months you ever spent.

But it's not them altogether,

It's the maestra herself
who's brought on this trouble.

Why?

We were simply a marching
band when we started.

We'd play the prisoners
out to their work assignments

And the louder the better.

But Alma got ambitious

And the first thing you know we're
doing Bach, Brahms,

Playing concerts for the high brass....

She's a victim of her own pride

And we're in trouble now.
- Do we ever get dinner?

The slops'll be along
any time now, dear.

What kind of trouble?

Well, as soon as the big shots started
coming to hear us,

They began getting bored hearing
the same three numbers.

We have no other
orchestrations.

The trouble is, no composer ever wrote
for such an idiotic ensemble.

You don't orchestrate
by any chance, do you?

We've played the same concert
so many times the commandant...

Fania, you do know how to orchestrate.

And then they could play
all sorts of things.

Actually, I can.

Yes.

Well, not professionally, but...

We must tell Madame.

Yes.

We thought you'd like to know....

Fania know's how to orchestrate.

Leave us, leave us.

Tell me the truth Fania.

Yes, I can, I don't
see why not.

I suppose you actally studied?

Yes, at the Paris Conservatory.

What luck!

What luck to have you Fania.

There's been a terrible pressure on me
for some weeks for something new.

So they tell me.

Could you start with, err...

I have a piano score
for "Carmen".

Well, yes. I suppose I
could do "Carmen".

Or something German?

Another Von Suppé perhaps?

I know.

But they adore anything
by Von Suppé.

And we must try to
please them Fania.

Well, that is elementary
it seems to me.

But I prefer to think
I'm saving my life

Rather than trying
to please the S.S.

And you think you can do
one without the other?

You'll begin immediately.

I'll need some people
to copy the parts and

Some music paper.

It's impossible to get music paper.

Couldn't you request some?

There's a war on,
my dear!

Come, I'll find paper somehow and
You and the girls can draw the lines yourselves.

What did she say?

... Fania

I can't help striving
for perfection,

I was trained that way.
I can't change now.

I'm hardly in a position
to criticize you and

I'm also trying to please them.

Exactly.

But we are artists.

We can't help that.

There is nothing
to be ashamed of.

Please try to hurry the work.

They are so very changeable
towards us, you see?

So you'll be quick, Fania?

Now.

And now, Meine Damen und Herren,

With your permission,

A bit of popular music
from our newest member.

Why do you bother stealing
when you know

I can't stand margarine?

I only felt like a little taste.

I told you to take it, dear!

But I should think you could give up
being a little child.

When are you going to make
peace with your situation?

You can't go on and on expecting
something fantastic to happen.

I mean, this is where you are,

And it's a hell of a lot better
than most....

Please, don't yell anymore.

Whatever anybody else has,
You have to have more.

If that sort of thing catches on here,
We're finished!

I'm serious.

Anything I have
You're welcome to.

And I hope you'll do the same
for me if I'm desperate.

Fania , we can't very well
share everything.

I refuse to become an animal
for a gram of margarine

Or a potato peel!

But you don't mean to
share with the Poles, too, though?

You share with
those bitches, not me.

We're not all like that.

Ah, you just have a pet Jew.
You like Fania.

- But you're an anti-Semite, Elzvieta.
- I am not.

We had a lot of Jewish
friends in the theatre.

I am not.

In my opinion, Etalina....

They probably think that you people
are going to be...

Oh, you can say it, dear.
It's spelled G-A-S-S-E-D.

The point is that they want to feel
superior because they'll probably

Live to go home when the
war ends... being Gentiles.

They're more stupid than evil.

Well, then we should
try to teach them.

Fania, Fania,

Tell us about Paris again.

Where were the skirts?

Oh, they were to here... but very full.
The girls are like flowers.

The heels are very high.
The legs look terrific.

You can't buy stockings.
So they paint their legs.

My mother wouldn't let me, though.

And the hair? There were some
women in a convoy the other day,

I think from Holland,

Curls on top of their heads.

Oh yes, top curls,

All piled up.

Where are those women?

Oh, they're burned up by now.

What about songs? Do you know any new ones?

The way you say that.

Why not say it?

We'll be better prepared for it
when our time comes.

Sing us some of the new songs,
Will you Fania?

Did you make any records in Paris?

I hear they're playing swing.

How about "The Man I Love?"

Can you play by ear?

- What would you like to hear?
- Suprise us.

It's been so long, you choose.

Don't know why there's no sun up
in the sky. Stormy weather.

Since my man and I ain't together,

Keeps rainin' all of the time.

Fania, do you mind?

I'm crazy about this one.

Don't know why there's no sun up
in the sky. Stormy weather.

Since my man and I ain't together,

Keeps rainin' all the time.

Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere,

Stormy weather.

Just can't keep my poorself together,

Keeps rainin' all the time.

Keeps rainin' all the time.

Let's get up.

Fania.

You don't have to do this,
you're not in the band.

I would like to see it
if it's not forbidden.

I'm so hungry Fania.

What can I do?

You try to think of something else.

Can't you ask Alma for something?

Don't be silly, why should she
give me anything?

What am I going to do?

Darling, I'm in the same spot.

Why do you always expect
me to find food?

I'm not a magician.

Is that all you've got done?

Damn! At this rate we'll need another Hundred
Years' War to get a score out of you.

Will you stop bothering her?

Orchestrating is tough work even for experts.

I have to speak to you.

Why don't you stop...?

Then you lied.

You can't orchestrate at all.

I'm quite able to do it.
I'm sure I can.

What is it then?

One of the women...

This morning...

Spat at me.

Yes?

I hadn't realised how
much they must hate us.

Yes, of course,
what did you expect?

Well, I...

Hadn't thought about it.

Perhaps you are too conscientious
a person for the orchestra.

No, no, I didn't mean that...

If you'd be happier back in B barracks.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Madame please, I am
not criticising you.

I'm just not used to
being hated like this.

... Fania

There is life or death in this place.

There is no room for
anything else, whatever.

I intend to rehearse that piece tomorrow.

I want the parts by morning.

If you are able, that is.

Are you?

Yes, yes I am.

Take it.

You must be starved
working all night.

You won't take it?

Why do you have a right
to judge anyone?

You're trying to stay alive, just
like anyone else, aren't you?

Well, aren't you?

You know what they think of us.

We are no better than prostitutes
to be entertaining murderers.

I know, I'm not judging you.

But you are, I feel it from you.

And you have no right.

Have it.

Well, it doesn't matter.

We won't live to get
out of here anyway.

What if we do?

What if we do live?

All it means to me, dear, is that

You're trying to die, and it's hard to see
that happening and keep one's mouth shut.

I'm trying to live.

By throwing yourself away?

You're treating yourself like
some rotten piece of meat.

Shut up.

Don't do that.

What?

Turn away.

You have to look and see everything.

So you can tell him when it's over.

Who?

But I don't believe.

Why do you pick me?

I always know who to pick!

Live.

May I?

I just wanted to ask
you about an issue.

What do you know about her?

I see you talking
together sometimes.

Well, she's a militant communist.

She's sort of engaged to be married.

The kind that has everything
planned in life. Why?

I don't know.

She just... seems so, so
different from the others.

So full of courage.

She says the same about you.

She... she has spoken about me?

Quite often.

She especially admires your guts,

And your beauty.

She's... she's so beautiful.

Don't you think?

I love her smile.

It would be quicker if you told me
what you don't like about her.

I don't understand what
is happening to me, Fania.

I think of her all day.

I... I just adore everything
she says and does.

Oh, you love her.

You mean...

Why not?

You're very young.

When you're very young,
What else is there but love?

I feel like...

I don't know what it is.

Oh, the human race.

Are you laughing at me?

No, to the pure
everything it is pure.

Don't despise yourself.

In this place to feel at all
may be a blessing.

Do you ever have, have such
feelings Fania?

I've nothing. Nothing at all,
Not any more.

You go now, you should get some sleep.

What a proper young lady
you must have been.

I do not go to meet him.

No, not I.

I stay upon the brow of the hillock

And wait there and wait for a long time.

But never weary

of the long waiting.

From out the crowded city

there is coming

a man, a little speck
in the distance

climbing the hillock.

Can you guess who it is?

And when he's reached the summit

Can you guess what he'll say?

He will call 'Butterfly' from the distance.

I, without answering hold
myself closely concealed.

A bit to tease him

and a bit so's not to die

at our first meeting.

And then a little troubled

He will call, he will call.

Dear baby wife of mine.

Dear little orange blossom.

The names he used to call me
when he came here.

This will all come to pass as I tell you.

Banish your idle fears.

For he will return.

I know it.

Did you ever hear anything
more touching, Herr Commandant?

Good, good, but Dr. Mengele's
musical opinions are

more expert, of course.

I've rarely felt so totally... moved.

You might thank the doctor, Fania.

Thank you Herr doctor.

I must tell Fenelon
originally I opposed this...

Excuse me Herr Commandant.

I must tell you my name
is really not Fenelon.

My mother's name was Fenelon.

My father's name was Goldstein.

I am Fania Goldstein.

Excuse me, I didn't mean to
interrupt, Herr Commandant.

You must learn to
sing German songs.

I will see that she begins to learn
immediately, Herr Commandant.

As I was saying, I was opposed
to this idea,

Of an orchestra.

But I must say now

That with singing of your sort,

It is a consolation that feeds the
spirit. It strengthens us

For this difficult work of ours.
Very good.

Fräulein Goldstein.

Is there anything you especially need?

Well...

A toothbrush?

Send to Canada
for some parcels.

With my compliments.

To Canada?

Ah, that's just off the last transport.

Very clean.

Welcome to Canada.

Here's your junk, stupid.

You got a toothbrush, can I see?

Oh, it looks almost new.

Nothing like having important
friends, right?

Hey, what is it?

What have you got against me?

Nothing.

I just don't feel anyone
has the right

to act superior.

Especially not in this place.

You want me to congratulate you on
some of the things

You're doing these days.

What I'm doing?

- Oh, let's forget it.
- Okay.

Personally I feel a lot safer

Now that Mandel's so hot for you.

Frankly, I'm grateful to you.

Although I wouldn't envy anybody

Waking up next
to that Nazi's mug.

There's no danger of that.

You never know.

Life doesn't always leave a
girl much choice.

There couldn't have been any choice at all,

Considering the company
you've been keeping.

Listen to skin and bones here.

Well, maybe I am, but

I'd sooner wake up next to Mandel

Than a lard like you, kid.

That's disgusting, Etalina.

Mandel's nothing but a killer.

She's still beautiful, Giselle.
I'm sorry.

If you had an ounce of Jewish pride

You couldn't call such
a monster beautiful.

Don't try to make her ugly.

She's beautiful.

And she's human.

What disgusts me is

That a woman

Who is so beautiful

Can be doing such things.

We are of the same species.

That's exactly what is so hopeless
About the whole thing.

No, there is still hope.

Because when this war is over,
Europe will be communist.

And for that, I want to live.

No, no, to see Palestine.

To bring forth Jewish children in Palestine.

You have no identity Fania.

And that's why you can call such a
monster human and beautiful.

I envy you both.

You don't think you have to solve the problem.

What problem? I don't see a problem.

She's human.

Like you, like me.

You don't think that's a problem?

What's it to you?

Your hair's coming in white.

Come to bed, Marianne...

Let' us get some sleep!
Whore!

Well it so happens, one of
them was a doctor from Vienna...

She just went for a check up!

And he thinks we're never
going to menstruate again.

Why?

Because of this fear,
every day and night.

And the food can sterilize.

Shma Yisroel, adonai elohaynu...

Maria

You know, it sounds strange,
but I think,

Maybe you could control your hunger

If you could share what you get

With some other woman. Anyone.

You know, sometimes a person

Needs the strength that comes
from giving something away.

... Fania

Don't.....

Desert me.....

Do you understand me?

She is musician, cellist.

Not to be killed, ja?

To hospital.

We need her. It's typhus.

Well, do you understand me or not?

Wait, wait.

Excuse me, Herr Oberstand fuhrer.

With your permission.

Would Mala instruct these men that
this woman is not to be harmed?

She is our cellist, and
she must go to hospital.

High fever, typhus perhaps.

I don't know what language they speak.

Parl' Italiano? Espagnol?
Russky? Romanian? Romany?

Isn't she fantastic?

But she's wearing the Star?

Sure, that's Mala. She's the
chief interpreter.

She's Jewish, but she's
got them intimidated.

How is that possible?

Mala has been here
longer than anybody,

Since the camp was built.

She was supposed to be gassed,

And she escaped with
five other girls.

She actally got out?

Yes. Stark naked, through an air vent.

They got past the
commandant's house

And he saw them out there on the road.

- Guess what Mala did?
- What?

She demanded some clothes!

Well they got talking
and he found out

that she speaks practically
every language.

She was very high up
in the Belgian resistance.

She's even got a lover here.

Oh, now you're kidding.

Oh no, it's true.

They've saved people.

A few, anyway.

And they've helped others.

Fania.

Come here now, let us work on
your Schubert song.

You must try the
"CH" sound again.

Dr. Mengele has a sensitive
ear for the language and

it's his request, you know.

- No! Not 'lacken', lachen.

- Lacken.
- Lachen!

- Not 'lacken', lachen.

That's much better.

I hope you'll never be stupid enough
to hate a language.

Alright, from the beginning.

Excuse me Madame, do you know Mala?

Yes, quite well.

How has she managed to
make them respect her so?

Well, she's extremely
useful, of course.

She's fluent in 9 or 10 languages

And with all the
nationalities in the camp

She makes it possible to communicate.

Is that all?

She even seems...

To talk down to them.
It's incredible.

Mala is one of those people
whose superiority is clear.

Even to the ignorant.

Mala is...

A miracle.

Nature sets a shield
around such people,

Like the shell around
a precious seed.

She is the hope of everyone here.

Even these Nazis sense
a sort of glory within her.

She's a miracle.

Are you trying to destroy us?

That was an F sharp.
Do you know a F sharp or do you not?

I asked if you know an
F sharp or you do not?

I want my Mama!

Mama!

There must be strict discipline.

As it is, Dr. Mengele can
just bear to listen to us.

If we fall below a certain
level, anything can happen.

He's a violently changeable man.

The truth is...

If it weren't for my name

They'd have burned them up long ago.

My father was the first violin
with the Vienna Philharmonic

His string quartet
played all over the world.

My own "Viennese Waltzing Girls"
played almost everywhere in Europe.

I know that.

That I, a Rosé, am conducting here...

I realise that.

Then why do you resent me?

You are a professional.

You know what strict
discipline is required.

A conductor must be respected.

I think she can be loved too.

You can not love what
you do not respect!

It's a perfectly traditional thing,

In Austria and Germany,
when a musician is

Repeatedly wrong...
- To slap?

Yes, of course.

Furtwängler did so frequently,
his orchestras idolised him.

I need your support, Fania.

I see they look to you.

You must back up my demands on them.

We must constantly raise the
level of our playing,

Or I really don't know how
long they will tolerate us.

Will you help me?

Will you?

I will tell you the truth.

I really don't know how
long I can bear this.

I am trying my best.

I will go on trying.

But I sometimes feel as if

pieces of me are falling away.

And believe me,

I recognise that it is your
strength probably,

That our lives depend on.

Then why do you resent me?

I don't know.

I suppose... maybe...
it's simply that

One want's to keep
something in reserve.

We can't... we can't really
and truly wish to please them.

But you must wish
to please them,

And with all your heart.

You are an artist. You can't
purposely do less than your best.

But when one looks
out of the window...

That is why I have told you,
you must not look out the window!

You have me wrong, Fania.

You seem to think that I fail to see.

I refuse to see!

Before they brought me here

I began to love.

A young man

Viennese like me.

He is a soldier now, of the Wehrmacht.

The three best months of my life...

The three best months of my life.

Oh, he warmed me, like a coat.

Then they arrested me as a Jew.

It still astonishes me.

Because you are so German?

Yes, I am, I am.

In this place, Fania

You will have to be an artist,

and only an artist.

You will have to concentrate
on one thing only,

And that is to create all the beauty
you are capable of creating.

Excuse me.

Attention!

Line up!

Jews to the left.

Aryans to the right.

She and I are only half.

Half of what?

Half Jewish.

Both our mothers were Aryan.

Mixed race.... are not to be
gassed, Frau Schmidt.

I am quite sure.

What, may I ask, is this selection for?

You belong to the Jews.

Get ready for delousing.

We only want to kill your lice, this time.

Move!

Half Jews, follow me.

In this case you are allowed to
cut off the upper half of the star.

For once, the Poles are right!

It's disgusting cutting the
Star of David in half.

Why not?

If we can avoid the gas?

Suddenly you're all such
Jewish Nationalists?

Since when have you become
such highly principled ladies?

You don't dare open your trap
with anybody else!

Your contempt doesn't impress me.

Because you've accected every
humiliation

Without one peep.

We're just a convenience.

The blood of innocent Jews
cries out against your treason!

Why don't you just shut up?

I'm sick of the Jews and the Gentiles.

The Easterners, the Westerners,

The Germans, non Germans

The French, the non French.

I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it,
I'm sick of it!

I am a woman, not a tribe!

And I am humiliated!

That's all I know!

You all are just jealous,

Anyway we're just as much
betraying the Catholics.

Our mothers were Catholics,
after all.

What are you doing that for?

... Fania?

I don't know.

I'm doing it.

So, I'm doing it.

Fania.

In front of you, up on the door.

Thank you.

Fania, they are gassing
12,000 each day now.

12,000 angels

Fly up.

Every day.

Why do you keep
telling me these things?

What do you want of me?

Look with your eyes.

The air is full of angels.

Two more cigarettes,

You took longer this time.

I'm broke. Give you
two more next time.

At least share some of what
you get with the others.

For your own sake,

So you don't turn into
an animal altogether!

Jealous?

All accounted for, Herr Captain.

Do you know Mala?

Mala? Not well.

I have seen her of course,
accompanying the...

Commandant, Herr Captain,

as interpreter.

She's had no contact at all
with your players?

No, Herr Captain.

She has visited the
barracks but not recently.

Attention!

Mala got out...

And Edek, too!

With Edek? How?

They got SS uniforms,

somehow...and took off.

What a romance!

Imagine the two of them together.

.....God!

I saw him once,
he's a good fighter,

Blond and beautiful white teeth.

She's a Belgian, like me.

What Belgian?
She's Jewish, like all of us.

Edek is a Pole, and they're going to tell
the world what's happening here.

Imagine, if they'd put a bomb
down that chimney!

Listen, listen, let's
play something for them.

Oh, yes.

"ALLIES LAND FRANCE"

Silence now,

I have corrections.

Paulette, on page 5, letter D, you will
take the C-sharp instead of Liesle...

Etalina?

Those are not Jews, they're Poles.

Hitler always said said he would
kill off the Poles

To make room for
the Germans out there.

Look at them, there there must be thousands.
They would never kill so many Aryans.

What are they going to do with them?

I think they're going to
give them this barracks.

Ladislaus?

Ladislaus!

Isn't he beautiful?

What's the matter with them?

It's nothing.

Frau Lagerfuhrerin.

There is a rumor that these Aryan Poles
are to be given our barracks.

Not at all, Madame.

In fact, I can tell you there will be no
further selections from within our camp.

Of course, we have no room
for any new arrivals.

So for them.....

There will be other arangements.

Can you do it?

Hoppa, hoppa, Ladislaus,
softly as a little mouse...

Look, a drum.
Look, look, look.

Oh, look here

Look at that.

And now...

We're going to find you a nice
new suit and some shoes,

and a sweet little shirt.
Come along.

Work hard now.

So she's a human
being, after all?

She is, but where
is the mother?

Still Giselle, in a way,

I mean, at least she
adores the child.

What is happening here?

All she said was...

One kid she saves and
suddenly she's human?

What is happening here?

From the beginning.

Let us err...

Attention!

The officers have decided to keep the piano
in their club for the use of the members.

You can manage without it?

Yes, of course, Herr Commandant.

It was only a little extra sound to
fill out, but it's not imperative.

Which one is Greta, the Dutch girl?

Come!

Open your mouth.

Do you have any disease?

No, no, Herr Commandant.

Dr. Mengele tells me she's
not a very good player.

Not very good, no,
although not too bad.

But she works quite hard...

But you could manage without her?

Why?

Yes, of course, Herr Commandant.

My wife needs someone to look
after our little daughters.

You will come with me.

You will play in the hospital for
the sick and the mental patients.

You will have the Beethoven ready.

Yes, Herr Commandant.

I must ask your toleration, if I may.

Our cellist has typhus

And now, without the piano too, we may sound
a little wanting in the lower registers.

I will send one of the cellists
from the men's orchestra.

They have several from the Berlin Philharmonic.

He can teach one of your
violinists by Sunday.

Well... of course Herr Commandant.

I am sure he could teach one
of the girls by Sunday.

Yes.

It will be very interesting Madame,
Dr.Mengele want's

to observe the effects
of music on the insane.

Ahh. Well, we will do
our very best, indeed.

And how are you these days?

I am quite well.

Of course, we are,
all of us, very hungry

most of the time

and that makes it difficult.

I offered to send an extra ration but

Mme. Rosé felt that it
should be earned.

As a reward.

You don't agree?

It's not for me to agree or not,
with our conductor.

Close the door.

How do you dare make
such a comment to her?

I don't understand. I simply
told her that we were hungry.

When they have managed to play a single piece

without making a mistake, I
will recommend an extra ration

But I will decide that,
do you understand?

There can not be two leaders.

Do you agree or don't you?

Why are you doing this?

We are hungry. I saw
the chance to tell her!

Am I to destroy every
last human feeling?

She asked and I told her!

I think we understand
one another.

That will be all now.

Yes, what is it?

Nothing.

I am merely trying to
decide whether I wish to live.

Oh come now Fania, no one dies
if they can help it.

You must try to be more
honest with yourself.

Go on.

He's here.

The cellist from the men's orchestra.

Paulette! Paulette!

Thank God I don't have to
learn this damned instrument!

Sssh! Paulette? What is it?

You're to play on Sunday...
- At the hospital, yes, we know.

You don't look to me like you
should be walking around.

They plan...

to gas... all the patients

after the concert.

How do you know this?

One of the SS women

warned me. I knew her once.

She used to be a
chambermaid in our house.

So I got out.

Paulette, welcome back.

We're desperate for you.

We're going the Beethoven Fifth on Sunday!

Madame, she's walked from the hospital.
Could she lie down for a bit?

No.

No.

I... I... I can.

Let us begin.

From the beginning.

I think...

That I...

Saw my mother yesterday...

My two sisters and my father.

What? Where?
What are you talking about?

Yesterday...

That last convoy from Bucharest...

When we were playing
outside of the..

freight car.

I looked up...

And... I wasn't...

I wasn't... sure.

Oh... but what could you have done?

Now you do her laundry...

The contessa?

Thank you.

Fania, I am troubled...

Whether I should have
warned the other patients

about what's going to happen.

What do you think?

Except what good would
it do them to know?

I have no answers anymore Paulette.

I'm living from minute to minute.

My heart beats so I'm alive.

But I'm filling up with dust.

Go to sleep.

American?

Too late for you, anyhow.

Maybe it's too late for
the whole human race, Varya.

So it's going to end after all.

Everyone tries to tell you
their troubles, don't they?

I don't know why.
I can't help anyone.

You're someone
to trust, Fania.

Maybe it's because
you have no ideology.

You're just satisfied to be a person.

One senses so much feeling in you.

Well it was that way, yes.

But I could drive a nail
through my hand

and it would hardly matter.

That is the truth.

I'm dying by inches.

I know it very well. I've seen too much.
Too much and too much and too much...

I'm finding it harder
to eat anything.

I'm one of the most successful
actresses in Poland

My father was a count.

I was brought up in a castle.

I have a husband,

Marok, my son is 9 years old.

I don't know what's going to happen to us,
Fania, you and I, before the end.

I only want one Jewish woman
to understand...

When I first came here,

I was sure that the Pope,
and the Christian leaders,

who didn't know.

When they found out, they
would send planes to bomb

the fires here and the tracks
that bring them in every day.

But the trains keep coming
and the fires continue burning.

Do you understand it?

Do you understand?

Maybe there's something more important to bomb.

What are we here anyway,

but a lot of women who
can't even menstruate

and some scarecrow men?

Oh, Fania, try to forgive me, please.

You...

Why?

What did you ever do to me?

You were in the resistance,

you tried to fight against this.

Why should you feel any guilt?

It's the others who
are destroying us

and they only feel innocent!

It's all a joke,

don't you see?

It's meaningless.

I'm afraid there's nothing you can
do that will ever change that.

I almost feel pity for a person
like you more than us.

You will survive

and everyone around you
will be innocent

from one end of Europe to the other.

Who will you ever be able
to talk to, ever again?

My memory is falling apart
- Did we...

have a ration last night?
Did we?

You throw away milk, Tchaikowska?

It was mine.

But even so...

Our farm is ten kilometres from here.

They bring it to me,

my sisters.

But even so...
To throw it away, when...

Are you saying it's not my milk?

Never mind.

Never mind.

You read too many books.
Makes you crazy.

Fania.

I will be leaving you after
the concert on Sunday.

They're sending me on a tour
to play for the troops.

I wanted you to be the
first to hear the news.

I am going to be released.
Can you imagine it?

I will play what I like,
and as I like.

They said a musician of my calibre
ought not be wasted here.

What's the matter?
I thought you'd be happy for me.

Well, yes, I am.
Of course.

But you'll be entertaining men who are
fighting to keep us enslaved, won't you?

But that's not the point.

I will be playing for soldiers, Fania.

What about us?
We're going to continue? Are we?

I intend to suggest
that you replace me.

Oh, well...

I hope it ends soon for all of us...

Why are you trying to
spoil my happiness?

I will be playing for
honorable men.

Not these murderers here.

Soldiers risk their lives.

Why do you need my
approval if you're happy?

Enjoy your happiness.

Not all Germans are Nazis.

You're nothing but a racist
if you think so.

I agree.

It's an extraordinary honour.

The only Jew to play a violin
for the German Army!

My head will explode!

Why...Frau Schmidt.

Just to...

I wanted to extend my
congratulations.

I just heard the great news.

Thank you.

Thank you, Frau Schmidt.

It's very moving to
me, coming from you.

Well, I have never been known
to hide my feelings.

Would you err.. would you join
me for dinner tonight?

Yes, it's a farewell
dinner in your honor.

I am overwhelmed, Frau
Schmidt, of course.

Erm... In a few minutes, then...

- Urm... In my quarters, yes.
- I will be there. Thank you.

Thank you, Frau Schmidt.

You see, you see...

That woman, that woman...

Has tried everything to
be transferred out of here.

Yes, she is desperate
to get out of here.

And yet she has the goodness to come
and wish me well on my departure.

Well, I certainly would never
have expected that of her.

But who knows what's
in the human heart.

You judge people, Fania.

You are terribly harsh.

Mandel saved that child.
Maybe they figure they're losing the war.

- So...
- Why must everything have a worm in it?

Why can you not accept the
little hope there is in life?

I'm all mixed up.

Schmidt wanting to get out
it's really unbelievable.

Alma, she's gotten rich
running the black market.

She's robbed every woman
whose landed here.

Every deal in the place has
her hand in it.

I'm going now Fania.

If I don't get the opportunity again,
I want to thank you for your help.

You are totally wrong
about practically everything.

But...

I must say that you
probably saved us all, so...

I thank you from my heart.

You can thank my refusal
to despair, Fania.

I guess that's true, isn't it?

What happened?

Schmidt poisoned her at dinner.

How do you know?

They shot her this morning.

Schmidt?

Nobody was getting out unless
she could, especially a Jew.

You mean she wanted out?

She'd made her pile...
Why not?

No, no, no.
Order, order

Tanya, what are you rehearsing for?
Now move.

- No, I'm not going.
- Let me stop the rehearsal.

Come on.

Mariane,

- Don't come in there.
- No, I have been appointed

- Now, listen to me.
- I am going to conduct!

No! I am now Kapo now and I
order you to stop interfering.

Go back to your seat!

The SS decided they wanted an Aryan
to be the conductor. And I will conduct!

Mengele will be here on Sunday...

He won't stand for this racket...

Let me rehearse.
You'll stand up,

wave your arms, and
at least we'll be rehearsed!

Fania, Fania...

With the executioner?

He killed Mala and Edek.

Did you know that?

Well, if he didn't, someone else would
have, you can be sure of that.

I mean to say, dearies...

Whose side do you think you are on?

Because if anybody is not sure
you're on the side of the executioners.

You go out, you ask any
prisoner in this camp.

They'll be happy to tell you.

So you can stick your comments
you know exactly where, Michou.

You shouldn't let her
get away with that, Fania.

I'd answer, but nobody
listens to what I say...

But she's right... Giselle.

What answer is there?

I am not on their side.

I am only keeping
myself for Jerusalem.

Good.

What do you mean by that Fania?

I mean, that it's good.

If you can keep yourself so
apart from all this, so clean...

But we are not
responsible for this.

No, of course not.
Nothing here is our fault.

All I mean is this,
we may be innocent,

But we've changed.

I mean we know a little something
about the human race,

that we didn't know before.

And it's not good news.

How can you still call them human?

Then what are they?

I don't like the way you seem to
connect such monsters with us.

Mengele.

Would the Herr Doctor like to
hear some particular music?

Kapo.

Doctor.

This is the armband and the
baton of your conductor.

They are never to be disturbed.

In memorium.

If the Herr Doctor will permit me.

The orchestra are resolved to

perform at our absolute best

in the memory of our beloved conductor.

I can assure the Herr Doctor
we're ready

to spend every waking moment

to perfect our playing.

We believe our fallen leader
would wish us to continue.

To carry on,

as she inspired us.

The thing to do is rehearse
and rehearse and rehearse!

Liesle has never gotten
that Beethoven right!

Now go....
Practice on that treble!

I ask you not to do that again
and beg for your life.

You, you, you shouldn't... ever beg, Fania!

Mandel.

The duet from Madame Butterfly.

You and the other one.

Quick Marianne, quick.

We are ready to begin,
Frau Lagerfuhrerin.

We are ready to begin.

Is something the matter
with the little boy?

It has always been the same...
The greatness of a people

depends on the sacrifices
they are willing to make.

I gave him back.

Come now.

Play for me.

Play for me.

One and two and...

It's daylight...

Cho-Cho-San...

He'll come. He'll come.
I know he'll come.

I pray you go and rest
for you are weary.

And I will call you...

When he arrives...

Sweet, thou are sleeping
cradled in my heart...

Safe in God's keeping
while I must weep apart.

Around thy head the
moonbeams dart...

Sleep, my beloved...

Poor Madame Butterfly...

Sweet, thou are sleeping
cradled in my heart...

Safe in God's keeping
while I must weep apart.

Poor Madame Butterfly...

Players, we will begin rehearsal...

I order you to rehearse.

That's the Russian artillery, Olga.

I am in charge here, and I give no
permission to suspend rehearsals.

Stupid, it is all over.
Don't you understand?

Those are the Russians
out there.

And we will probably be gassed
before they can reach us.

Relax, I mean, we can't
rehearse in the dark.

She can.
She can't read the scores anyway.

Where'd you get that potato?

I stole it, what do you think?

Well you're coming with me
to Mandel. I'm reporting you!

Stop it.

Sit down.

We may all go tonight.

I don't see why.

We'll be evidence, dummy.
We've seen it all.

I feel for her... She finally get's
an orchestra to conduct

and the war has to end.

I'm getting a fever or something.

I seem...

to have lost it...

the...little...hat...

I seem to have dropped it...

Have you seen it?

No.

I want you to take this.

It's my diary.

Oh, no, Fania.

I couldn't do that. I'd feel I was
condemning you, Fania.

You will live.
I know you will!

I'm not sure I wish to live.

I'm sick. Something terrible
is happening to me.

Where are we going?

Where are they taking us?

Slow down!

Fania, can't keep up.

How's it going soldier?

Could a girl ask
where you're taking us?

'Cause wherever it is

I know how to make a fellow
forget his troubles.

Where are we heading?

Who knows?

I guess it's to keep you
away from the Russians.

So you won't be telling
them what went on there.

Going to finish us off?

Don't ask me.

I'm making you Kapo.
Form them up and march

them that way,
until you get to the barn.

The commanders there will
take care of them.

Fania!

Where are you?

... Fania

Try to keep your eyes...

Open, if you can.

You've got to live Fania.

Would it be at all possible for you
to say something for the press?

It would mean a great deal
to them, I think.

Unless, unless you feel...

Come, children of my country.

Our day of glory has arrived.

We have stood up against tyranny.

And our bloody flag

Is raised.

Do you understand me comrades?

Do you hear the groaning of the soldiers?

Who have fallen into our arms.

Our sons are slain and bleeding.

Take arms, comrades!

Form ranks for battle.

And march, march on.

Be not afraid.

Your banner shall be forever high.