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[wind blowing]

Bing Crosby:
* I'm *

* dreaming *

* of a white *

* Christmas *

* just like the ones *

* I used to know *

* where the treetops *

* glisten *

* and children *

* listen *

* to hear *

* sleigh bells
in the snow *

* I'm *

* dreaming *

* of a white *

* Christmas *

* with every
Christmas card *

* I write *

* may your days *

* be merry *

* and bright *

* and may all your *

* christmases *

* be white *

chorus:
* I'm *

* dreaming *

* of a white *

* Christmas *

men's chorus:
* just like the ones *

* I used to know *

full chorus:
* where the treetops *

* glisten *

* and children *

* listen *

* to hear *

* sleigh bells
in the snow *

women's chorus:
* I'm *

* dreaming of a white *

* Christmas *

* with every
Christmas card *

* I write *

* may your days *

women's chorus and bing Crosby:
* be merry *

* and bright *

bing Crosby:
* and may all your *

* christmases *

* be white *

[door slams]

[Keys clattering]

[Keys clattering]

[Door squeaks open]

Do you prefer German
or english?

English.

You are to write down
your memoirs for
the haifa institute

for the documentation
of war criminals.

You have 3 weeks
to complete your memoirs

before your trial begins.

Do you have any questions?

No. this is great.

Thanks for everything.

[Door squeaks]

[Door slams]

[Keys clattering]

[Footsteps]

[Typewriter dings]

Man: you are
the only man I know

who has a bad conscience
about the war.

Who is this?

Bernard liebman.

I have guard duty
from 2:00 till 10:00.

Oh. I see.

Everyone else
on either side

is convinced he couldn't
have acted in any other way.

How do you know I have
a bad conscience?

The way you talk
in your sleep.

I can tell something
is troubling you.

[Lighter opens]

What do you imagine
is troubling me,
Bernard liebman?

[Lighter closes]

All I heard were
a couple of names.

"Helga" was one.

Hmm.

"Hoess"

was the other one.

I knew hoess.

He had
no trouble sleeping.

Slept like a baby
right up to the end.

You know this?

I guess so.

I helped hang him.

With your testimony?

No.

With my hands.

Did that give you
lots of satisfaction?

My job was to
strap his ankles.

I did a very good job.

Hmm.

I see.

Afterwards, I packed
my bags to go home.

The catch on my suitcase
was broken,

so I buckled it shut
with a big leather strap.

Twice, within one hour,

I did the very same job.

Once to hoess...

Once to my suitcase.

Both jobs felt
about the same.

Yeah.

I, Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

am an American by birth,

a Nazi by reputation,

and a nationless person
by inclination.

I am awaiting
a fair trial

for my war crimes
by the state of Israel.

[Dog barking]

[Typing]

Howard: I was born
in schenectady, New York,

on February the 16th,
1904.

My father was raised
in Tennessee,

the son
of a baptist minister.

He was a service engineer
for general electric.

Because of his work,

most of his reading

consisted of trade journals
and technical books.

There were a few
notable exceptions.

Howard!

[Father yelling]

Howard: in 1919,

when general electric
relocated my father,

we left schenectady

and moved
to Berlin, Germany.

By 1938,

I had become
a successful playwright
in the German language,

and I had married
the young, beautiful,

and famous German actress
Helga noth.

When my parents
left Germany,

they asked me to return
to the United States
with them.

I didn't.

Helga: "my dear...

"Sweet Ava,

"this is the only way

"i know how to make good

the frightful wrong
which has befallen us."

"It does not matter
what lies ahead,

"for I have a full life
behind me--

"all in those few...

Sweet hours with you."

"I once told you

"that I would
pledge my life

"for our nation of 2...

"And reside there...

"Even in death...

"As surely as i
reside in heaven

when your arms
are around me."

"Soon it will be time
to keep that pledge,

"and I rejoice to think

"that earthly distractions
will no longer intrude

on my eternal devotion
to you."

"From this moment
forward..."

"Our nation of 2..."

"Is the only country

I've ever known."

Howard: as the insanity
of the world descended on us,

my Helga and I survived

by pledging
our undying loyalty

to the only nation
that made any sense to us.

It was called...

Das reich zu zwei--

the nation of 2.

[Man on radio
shouting in German]

[Crowd on radio
cheering]

[Crowd chanting]
Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Howard:
it was only one month

after my parents returned
to the United States,

3 years before America
would enter the war,

when I first met
my blue fairy godmother.

[Ducks quacking]

[Bird chirping]

Howard: I call him
my blue fairy godmother

because no one believes
he existed but me.

But he really does exist,

or at least he did

on that Sunday afternoon
so long ago in Berlin.

Nice-lookin' men.

I suppose. Ahem.

Do you speak english?

Yes.

Thank god.

I've been goin' crazy
tryin' to find someone
to talk to.

Ha ha.

[Laughing]
pardon me?

I'm sorry. You mind
if I come over there

so we don't have
to holler?

As you please.
Ahem.

"As you please," huh?

That sounds like something
an englishman would say.

You english, are ya?

Ho ho. No.
I'm American.

That a fact?

Any of my beeswax
what you do
for a living?

Writer.

No kiddin'?

Well,
there's a coincidence,

'cause I was just
sittin' over there

wishin' I could write,

'cause I thought up
one hell of a story.

There's
this American, see?

And he's been livin'
in Germany so long

he's practically
a German himself.

He writes plays
in German.

He's married
to a beautiful
German actress.

He knows a lot
of big-shot Nazis

who like to hang around
theater people.

Ha ha ha.

Who are you?

Oh, wait a minute.
This gets better.

So this fella knows
there's a war comin'.

He figures America's
gonna be on one side,

Germany's gonna be
on the other.

So this American,

who's been nothin'
but polite

to the Nazis
up to now,

decides to pretend
he's a Nazi himself,

and he stays on
in Germany
once the war comes

and gets to be
a very useful
American spy.

Ha.

I asked,
"who are you?"

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I got so carried away
i just...

Here you go.

That's me.

Mm.

Oh.

Ahem.

So, Mr. Campbell,

what'd you think
of my little story?

What did I think of it?

Oh, I don't
think much of it.

I mean, it's, uh...

[Laughing]
highly implausible.
It's ridiculous.

Oh, that's ok,
'cause...

Today isn't when you
give me your final
answer, anyway.

Final answer?

Look, if you imagine
that I'm gonna go home
and think this over,

you're mistaken.

I'm gonna sleep
like a log.

I'm not a political man.

I'm just not.

I'm an artist.

If a war comes,
it's just gonna have
to get along without me.

Well, I wish ya
all the luck
in the world, Howard.

The worse
this Nazi thing gets,

the less anyone's
gonna sleep like a log.

Well, I don't know,
maybe.

We'll see.

That's right.
We'll see.

That's why I don't
expect your final
answer today.

If you go through
with this,

it'll be strictly
on your own.

Working your way up
with the Nazis
as high as you can go.

To do this right,

you'll have to commit
nothing less
than high treason.

Even if you do
live through the war
without being caught,

your government
will never acknowledge
your role as an agent.

We couldn't afford
the security breach.

You come lookin'
for a pardon,

they'll deny they
ever heard of ya.

You'll be left
hung out to dry.

Ha.

You make it sound
so attractive.

Oh, I have a feeling

I've made it sound
very attractive
to you, Howard.

I've seen your plays.

Really?

And what did you
learn from them?

You're obsessed
with the notion

of pure hearts
and heroism.

You love good,
and you hate evil.

And you'd
sacrifice anything

in the name of romance.

I'll be in touch.

Howard: it was
every playwright's
secret dream--

to create the most
challenging role
i could imagine

and then play the part
myself.

Man: cue theme music.

[The star-spangled banner
playing]

Howard: "good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

"This is
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"the last free American,

"speaking to you
from Berlin, Germany,

"the heart
of the free world.

"There is a fine article

"in the current
reader's digest

"entitled,

"there are no atheists
in foxholes.

"Well, today,
i would like to expand
on this theme a little

"and tell you that
even though this is a war

"inspired by the Jews,

"a war that only the Jews
can profit from,

"you will find

"there are no Jews
in foxholes, either.

Every g.I. Joe
knows..."

Howard narrating:
Every Sunday afternoon,

wherever my voice
could be heard,

people stopped
whatever they were doing

just to hear
what I'd say next.

Even Berlin's
chief of police
and his family

were devoted listeners--

and not just because
they were my in-laws.

Howard on radio: "Now,
to the American folks at home,

"i want you to think

of all the Jews living
in your neighborhood."

Howard narrating: It took me
only a couple of hours

to write each speech,

after which I'd hand it over
to the propaganda ministry

for their notes.

Among those who examined it

was another allied agent

whose identity
never was revealed to me.

"Do they have more
or less gasoline?"

My speech would be returned
with all sorts of notations,

including those left
by my fellow spy.

"...to these
questions..."

These markings would dictate
certain vocal mannerisms--

pauses, emphases,

coughs, stumbles,
throat clearings.

"Now let me ask you this:

"Do you know...

"Of a single
Jewish family

"that has ever received
a telegram from Washington

"that begins--ahem--

"the secretary of war
expresses his deep regret

"that your son was killed
in defense of his country?

"Hmph. of course not.

No Jewish family
would ever receive
such a telegram--"

[coughs]

"Thanks to
a personal guarantee

"from
the American dictator...

Franklin delano rosenfeld."

Howard narrating:
It was in this manner

that I broadcast
coded information
out of Germany.

I don't know to this day
what information

went out through me.

"Why do you
take arms

"against
your German brothers?

"You know that
Germany's objectives

"are the same as your own.

"You must understand
that the Jews...

"Can only thrive
in a nation

"which lives in slavery.

"So, my brothers,

"lay down your arms.

"By fighting this war,

"you'll only fortify
the bank accounts

"of your political leaders

who blindly serve
their Jewish masters."

"This has been
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"the last free American.

"Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler."

[The star-spangled banner
playing]

You are a murderer.

You are a coward.

You are all cowards!

You are
murdering children!

You should rot in hell!

Damn you! Phooey!

Aah! aah!

[Yelling]

[Weeping]

[Piano playing]

Man: Howard just
instinctively understands

the German ideal
of right and wrong,

the certain triumph
of good over evil,

and the redemptive
power of romance.

[Chuckling]

Ah,
that is quite taken--

just promise me
one thing,

that you will not leave
the propaganda ministry

and return
to play writing
full-time.

Little chance
of that,
herr goebbels.

I've always
found it ironic
that the man

who so eloquently
communicates
our ideals

to the masses

should be born
in America.

Well, it's...

It's not so ironic.

I've long
considered myself

a spiritual native
of my adopted fatherland.

Something I've
always wondered,
herr Campbell,

do you ever
miss America?

Sometimes.
of course I do.

It's, um...

But I could never
be happy

with the Jews in charge
of everything.

Goebbels:
Jews. the Jews will be
taken care of in due time.

Our friend hoess here
is seeing to that

at a little health resort
he's running in Auschwitz.

My wife and i
live for that day.

Is there a chance
we might meet
Mrs. Campbell?

Yes. of course,
herr hoess.

I'll ask Helga
to join us,

if you'll excuse me.

Goebbels: if that woman
walked off a cliff,

I swear, Howard
would follow her.

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

Howard: time passed.

I never told my Helga
i was a spy.

To tell her
would only put her in danger

and make her live
in constant fear.

So I hid my true self
from her,

knowing that politics

had no place
in our nation of 2.

I suppose the moral
here is:

You must be careful
what you pretend to be,

because in the end,

you are what you
pretend to be.

[Air-raid siren]

[Explosion]

[Explosion]

[Explosion]

[Louder explosion]

Howard: history says
the war ended in 1945.

In fact, it ended
one year earlier.

My nation of 2
was the loser,

insanity the Victor.

There were no prisoners.

No survivors.

Why would the Germans
want to kill my Helga?

Man: sir...

I said enemy guns.

The Russians.

It was Russian fire.

The Russians.

Oh.

It was tragic
timing, sir.

The Russians fired
on the crimean camp

where she was
entertaining troops.

Reich marshal
goring

will issue
an official
commendation

for Mrs. Campbell's
bravery.

I am sure she would
be very proud.

Yes.
yes, of course.

Hmm.

Is there anything
i can do for you...

No, no, no.

Herr Campbell?

Please.

[Footsteps]

[Door closes]

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

the last free American,

speaking to you
from Berlin, Germany,

the heart of the free world.

Radio: as you know,
the bolshevik hordes

continue their barbaric
advance towards Berlin.

Let the Jewish leaders
who are exalted by our
temporary setbacks

be warned that national
socialism will never
allow Germany

to fall under the heels
of the black beast

who terrorizes our women
and children.

[Cough]

As for my American brothers,

you are fools if you believe
your dictator

Franklin delano rosenfeld
is concerned with your welfare.

Ahem.

If you fail
to heed the warning
of your Aryan brothers,

the fate that awaits you
is the fate you deserve.

German victory is certain,

for it is a moral victory.

The final blow will be
struck by Adolf Hitler.

This has been
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

the last free American.

You may not hear from me
for a while.

Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler.

[Shouting]

Howard...

Herr noth.

Interesting time
to visit your in-laws.

If you wish
to stay a while,

perhaps you can help me
greet the Russians
when they arrive.

I'm going to the front.

Right over that way.

An easy walk from here.

You can make it
in a day...

Picking buttercups
as you go.

May I ask where
you're moving to?

I'm staying here.

My wife is at
my brother's home
in Cologne.

Resi will
join her today.

But why stay here?

With the Russian army
at my doorstep?

I'm still
the chief of police.

I'll not have my people
say that I fled

with my tail
between my legs.

Is there anything
i can do?

Yes.

You can shoot resi's dog.

It can't make the trip,
and I can't take care
of it here,

so you can shoot it.

Where is it?

In the music room
with resi.

She knows
it's to be shot.

You'll have
no trouble with her.

All right.

You broke my heart
when you married
my daughter.

I wanted a German soldier
for a son-in-law.

Yes. I know.

Because
i hated you so much,

I studied you.

I listened to
everything you said.

Never missed
a broadcast.

Did you know that
until this very moment

nothing would have
delighted me more

than to prove you a spy...

To see you shot.

Now I couldn't care less
if you are a spy.

Do you know why?

No.

Because now I know
that even if you
were a spy,

you could never
have served the enemy
as well as you served us.

All the ideals
that make me proud
of being a Nazi,

they came not from Hitler,

not from goebbels,

but from you.

You alone kept me
from concluding that
Germany had gone insane.

Resi...

Now, look
how you've grown.

You are here
to kill my dog,

aren't you?

Ahem.

Yes.

But, resi, it's not
something I want
to do very much.

That's all right.

I never liked it anyway.

I just felt sorry for it.

I'm going to the front.

I just came
to say good-bye.

Which front?

The Russian.

You'll die, then?

Well, maybe not.

Everybody
who isn't dead now
will be dead soon,

including me.

No, no, no,
no, no, resi.

I'm sure you're
going to be fine.

That's all right.

It won't hurt.

Suddenly I just
won't be anymore.

Since we'll all
be dead soon,

I might as well
tell you something.

What is it?

I love you.

Oh, resi,
that's very sweet.

No. I mean
i really love you.

When Helga was alive
and you two would
come here,

sometimes
i envied her,

and sometimes i
hated her.

When she died, I dreamt
that I would grow up
and marry you

and be a famous actress,
and you'd write plays
for me.

Hmm.

I see.

Resi...

I'm very honored.

That's all right.

It doesn't mean
anything now.

Nothing means anything.

Go ahead
and shoot the dog.

Howard: resi was
only half right.

From what I could gather,
she was dead before long,

but I went on living.

Had I actually traveled
to the Russian front,

surely I would have died
as resi predicted.

Instead, I motorcycled
around the German countryside

thinking I could simply
wait out the war.

My little respite ended
2 months later

when I was captured by
lieutenant Bernard b. O'Hare
of the American 3rd army.

I had said good morning
to him in passing,

and he recognized my voice
from the radio broadcasts.

O'Hare seemed to take
all those things I said
rather personally.

Uhh!

After my capture

the American army
escorted me on
a private tour

of the Nazi death camp
at oerdre.

They thought
it would be interesting

to see my reaction
to the fruits of my labor.

Take a good look at
your kraut friends,
Campbell,

'cause you're next.

To me, they looked
quite peaceful.

2 days later
i was driven away
by 2 American soldiers.

I couldn't quite tell
if they knew who I was.

Well, Howard...

What did you think
of that war?

Is that you,
wirtanen?

I got to hand it
to you--you lived
through it.

A lot of people
didn't, you know.

Yes.

Yes, I know.
I know.

My wife...
My wife,
for instance.

Yeah.
sorry about that.

I found out about
that a few days
before you did.

You found out
about it before me?

How did you
find that out?

That was one of
the pieces of information
you broadcast that week.

I broadcast that...

That my wife
had died?

I didn't even
know it?

You knew
she was dead
and I didn't?

I--i would have
liked to have
mourned.

Well, what happens
to me now?

You've already
disappeared.

The 3rd army's
been relieved of ya,

there's no records
to show that you
were ever captured.

So, Howard,

where do you want
to go from here?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't suppose
there's a hero's welcome
waiting for me anywhere.

Hardly.

We can't exactly
start bragging

about all the clever
tricks we pulled.

We might
need them again
for the next war.

No, your role
will remain classified,

and uncle Sam's
official position is

that you're
the scum of the earth.

Scum of the earth, huh?

What about my parents?

I'm sorry, Howard.
They both died
about 6 months ago.

Both?

Father first
and your mother
2 days later.

Heart both times.

Oohh...

Uh, did anyone tell them
what I was really doing?

Come on, Howard.
What were we
supposed to do,

sacrifice our
radio station in
the heart of Berlin

for
the peace of mind
of two old people?

Oh, no, no.
We wouldn't want that!

Well, how many people
did know what I was
really doing?

There were three of us.

Just three?

That's plenty.
It's probably
too many.

Three people knew me
for what I really was?

Everyone else
knew you for what
you were, too.

Wait. how
can you say that?

What are you thinking,
I'm a Nazi?

I wasn't a Nazi.

Well, let me ask you
something, Howard--

what would you have done
if Germany had won the war,

marched right up to your pal
goebbels and surrendered,

told him you were actually
a patriotic American spy?

Yes, I might have!
I might have marched
right in there!

I might've escaped.
I don't know.

Oh, all right...

You want me
to be a Nazi?

You go ahead.

Classify me as a Nazi.

You want to hang me?

You go ahead, you hang me
if you think it'll
raise morale.

I don't
consider this life
any great treasure.

Well, I just
want you to know

how little we can
really do for you.

How little?

False identity, some
cash, transportation
to a new place...

Anywhere you'd
like to go, Howard?

How 'bout New York?

You can lose yourself
pretty easily.

There's plenty of work
if you want it.

All right.

New York, then.

Of the three that knew
i was a spy, who were
the other two?

The second was
general Donovan
of the o.S.S.,

and the third...

I'm sorry to say
is dead.

You used to attack him every
night on your broadcast.

You called him
Franklin delano rosenfeld.

He got a big kick
out of that.

He used to listen
to you every night.

Howard: at first I lived
under a false name.

The idea was to start
from scratch,

lead a new life.

After a while, though,
it became clear

that I really had no life,

so the alias
became unnecessary,

and I went back
to using my own name.

No one ever asked
whether I was
the Howard w. Campbell, Jr.

All of my belongings,
like myself,
were war surplus,

coming from
recreation kits intended
for troops overseas.

They even included
phonograph records,

so I became the proud owner
of 26 copies

of bing Crosby's
white Christmas.

Bing Crosby:
* ...Christmas *

* just like the ones *

I survived my purgatory
in New York

the same way
i survived the hell
of wartime Germany--

I let my emotions be stirred
by only one thing--

my love for Helga.

It remained
the permanent axis

about which my thoughts
revolved.

To you, my love,

to your beauty,

and to my undying
devotion.

To das reich...
Zu zwei...

Nation of 2.

Mm...

It's very nice,
isn't it?

It's very dry.

Just the way
you like it, hmm?

Yes.

* and children
listen *

* to hear *

* sleigh bells
in the snow *

* I'm dreaming *

* of a white... *

[glass breaks]

* with every Christmas
card I write... *

[unlocking]

Dr. Epstein?

Yes.

I'm your neighbor
from upstairs.

I've cut myself.

Well, you won't
need stitches.

The blood often
makes these things

look worse than
they really are.

Well, thank you, doctor.
I'm very grateful.

No problem.

I'm only sorry
it took this

to provide
an introduction.

Yes.

Yes. no, you're right.

That's a very
famous name you have.

Pardon me?

You never heard of
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,

broadcasting
from Berlin?

From Berlin...

Yes, I do
remember now.

Um...it was
a long time ago.

I never
listened to him,

but I remember
he was in the news.

Those things fade.

Those things
should fade.

That insane moment
in history should
be forgotten.

You know of Auschwitz?

Yes, yes, of course
i know of Auschwitz.

That is where I spent
my young womanhood,

and my son the doctor here,

he spent his childhood.

Oh, well,
I'm sorry.

Forget Auschwitz.

It doesn't do
any good.

There.

No need
for amputation.

Just keep it dry
for a few days.

Well, thank you.

No problem.

I'll see you out.

Sprechen sie deutsch?

What?

Pardon me?

I asked if
you spoke German.

Oh...no, no, no,
I'm afraid not.

Uh...

Auf wiedersehen.

Good-bye. that's
good-bye, isn't it?

No.

It's "till
we meet again."

Oh. till
we meet again.

Well...

Auf wiedersehen.

Yes.

Auf wiedersehen.

[Typing]

Man: Campbell?

Yes?

Campbell...

It's Adolph eichmann.

I'm in the cell
above you.

Yes. eichmann,
hello.

You're always
typing in there,

day and night
and night and day.

Typing, typing,
typing...

Is it bothering you?

No.

I'm a heavy
sleeper.

I'm only curious.

Are you preparing
your memoir?

Yes. a command performance
for the haifa institute.

Ah. you're
a lucky man.

I'm lucky?

How do you consider
me lucky?

You can type.

I'm writing mine
longhand.

Howard:
one day I got the idea

that a hobby might help
pass the time in purgatory.

[Siren]

[Baby cries]

[Woman yelling]

Ironically,

in my solitude
i had created something

that could only be used
in concert with another
human being.

Yeah.

George kraft?

Who is it?

I'm, uh,
Howard Campbell,

your neighbor
from upstairs.

What do you want?

I want to know
if you play chess.

[Unlocking]

I didn't know
i had a painter
living under me.

Where do you
show your work?

I don't show my work.

Well, you should.

You been painting
all your life?

Well, not really.

Uh...

My wife died
4 years ago,

and I had the choice
of either coming
to greenwich village

and becoming
a painter

or blowing
my brains out,

so I, uh,
i flipped a coin,
and here I am.

At least
you had painting
you could turn to.

What does
that mean?

You mean you lost
your wife, too?

Yeah. I see you
in the hallway,

and I say, "yes,
this man, too,

is a member
of the brotherhood."

The brotherhood?

The brotherhood of
the walking wounded.

It's the largest
organization
in the world.

You don't even
know it exists
until you're in it.

You get
your membership card

when you lose
the one thing
in the world

that gives your life
any meaning.

And the thing that
bonds you together,

the thing that
holds the group
in one piece

is the fact
that the members

are absolutely
incapable

of speaking
to one another.

Sorry. I...

Rattle on.

How'd you lose
your wife?

I can't speak
about it.

Well, of course
you can't speak
about it.

You're a member
of the brotherhood.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Howard: the day came
that I told him everything.

It all spilled
out of me.

You know, I knew
the war was over

and Germany
was going to lose,

and here I was
an American spy...

My parents, my boyhood
in Germany,

about Helga
and her nation of 2,

my blue fairy godmother,
the speeches, the code,

my capture,

and my banishment
to purgatory.

I didn't
have anything
to live for.

I lost my wife.

I lost
my nation of 2...

George kraft,
my only living friend,

took it all in stride.

But why doesn't
the government
come forward

and say this man
you're spitting on
is a hero?

George...

Nobody spits on me.

Nobody even knows
I'm alive.

Life continued unchanged...

For a while.

"Howard w. Campbell, Jr.,
a great writer and fearless
American patriot

"now lives in poverty
and in loneliness

"in a one-bedroom apartment

"at 61 bethune street
in New York City.

"Such is the fate of
thinking men brave enough
to tell the truth

"about the conspiracy of
international Jewish bankers
and communists

"who will not rest until
the body of every American
is hopelessly polluted

with negro
and/or oriental blood."

Maybe it was
the lady downstairs--
Epstein's mother.

Why wouldn't she just
call the authorities?

Why would she send
my address to some
racist newsletter?

Why don't you put
pen to paper and set
the record straight?

It's about time
you started writing
again anyway.

I'm afraid dead men
don't write very well.

That's not true.

All the best writers
are dead.

That's the most
truthful thing
you've said today.

Listen to me.

It's because while
you're dead,

you have
nothing to lose.

You can be
completely
courageous.

Find yourself
a woman, start
writing again.

A woman?
A woman.

George, you better
stop drinking

or my portrait's gonna
look like a Picasso.

Don't change
the subject.

I'm not changing
the subject.

Sit up.

I am sitting up.

All right,
i tell you what.

You get a woman,
then I'll get one.

I don't need
a woman.

I'm on fire
for my muse.

You, however,
you're a mortal.

You need a woman.

I already got one.

No, you don't.
Yes, I do.

Had a woman.
Past tense.
She's dead.

I don't wanna talk
about this.

I'm only telling
you what you need
to hear.

All right, look,
you're gonna speak
the truth--

oh, god--
did I hit a nerve?

No, you didn't
hit a nerve.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I am perfectly fine.
No, don't be sorry.

Please, i--
no, don't be
humble, George.

I'm fine.
I'm abject.

No, you're
not abject.

I feel really...

Go ahead, talk.
I can't hear you.

God, I just--
i just shoot
my mouth off,

and i--
i don't know...

* da da da
da da da... *

bleeah! bleeah!

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, rest...

[Knock knock]

Who is it?

Howard w. Campbell, Jr.?

Who is it?

It's the reverend
Dr. Lionel Jones,
d.D.S., d.D.

I presume you received
our complimentary issue

of the white Christian
minuteman.

It's all right, Howard.
I'm with friends.

Howard w. Campbell.

What an honor.

I feel as if
my whole life

was leading up
to this moment.

How do you do?

Please, allow me
to introduce you
to my bodyguard,

August krapptauer--

weissbundesfuhrer
emeritus of the
German-American bund.

A great,
great pleasure,
Mr. Campbell.

And my secretary,
father Patrick keeley,

former chaplain of
the Detroit gun club.

Words fail me,
herr Campbell.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Could we get
some water?

Yeah. of course,
of course.

Uh, the climb
up your stairs

was quite
an effort for our
Mr. krapptauer.

Might we, uh,
bother you for
a glass of water?

All right.

Come on in.

Oh, this is
my good friend
and neighbor,

George kraft.

How do you do?

Yours?

Uh, yes.

What a marvelous
likeness of our
Mr. Campbell.

You've done
a masterful job

capturing
the jaw line.

Have you
a background
in dentistry?

Dentistry? no.

Well, as one who
has devoted his life
to dental medicine,

allow me to say
that you have
perfectly duplicated

Mr. Campbell's
Aryan jaw line.

Oh, I'm thrilled
that you noticed.

How could I miss it?

Are you familiar
with my book,

Christ
was not a Jew?

I...could never
find a copy.

Oh, that's too bad.

Father keeley,
make a note

that we must
send Mr. kraft
an autographed copy.

In it, I reproduce
50 famous paintings
of Christ

and point out that
not one of them

shows Jewish
jaws or teeth.

I don't know
what to say.

Well, I had to publish
the book myself,

but what can you expect

when the
publishing industry
is run by Jews?

Ahem.

Oh, of course.
Forgive me.

I've been
talking so much,

I almost forgot what
brought us here.

What does bring
you here, Jones?

A surprise for you,
Mr. Campbell,

waiting downstairs.

Why don't you just tell me
what this is about?

Forgive me,
Mr. Campbell,

but I have promised
not to spoil
the surprise.

Now, I give my word,
if you're displeased,

we'll take it
away with us and
leave you in peace.

Where is it?

At the bottom
of the stairwell.

You can't miss it.

All right.

Want me
to go with you?

No...i'll be
right back.

[Church bell tolls 3:00]

Helga!

If there is no room
in your life for me...

I will say good-bye,

and I will never
bother you again.

Helga...

No room in my life?

My life here
is nothing but
room for you.

Howard:
my god, you're alive!

How can it be?

Oh, look at you.
You haven't changed.

Helga:
there is so much
to tell.

Yes. Helga...

I always knew
you'd come back.

I always knew that.

I just didn't know...
When or how.

There's somebody
i want you to meet.

I want you to meet
George kraft. George?

George,
this is Helga.

Hello, hello.
Welcome.

I presume
you weren't
disappointed.

How did you
do this?

How did you bring
my wife back to me?

A subscriber
in west Germany
wired me

that Mrs. Campbell
had just arrived
as a refugee.

One day, I learn
that you're alive,

a month later, that
your wife is alive.

What can I call
a coincident like that
but the hand of god?

Why don't
we let them have
a few minutes alone?

Yes, of course.

Our chauffeur
will bring up
Mrs. Campbell's bags.

No need, no need.

Fool! what
are you doing?

[Breathless]
I'm fine. I'm
perfectly fine.

You're risking
your life,

exerting yourself
like that.

It's an honor
to risk my life

for a man who served
Adolf Hitler

as well as
Howard w. Campbell, Jr.

Ohh!

[Thud]

He's gone.

Maybe we should call
an ambulance.

Yes, yes.

That's terrible,
just terrible.

Keeley:
lord, dear lord...

Who's going to carry
the torch now?

Excuse me.

Everything all right
up here?

No, as a matter
of fact.

August just died.

Oh, no.
That's a shame.

Now that's
a real shame.

Mr. Campbell,
Robert Sterling Wilson,

the black fuehrer
of Harlem.

Howard Campbell.
I heard about you,

but I ain't never
listened to you.

That's all right.

Yes. we was on
different sides.

See, I was on
the side of the
colored folks--

I was with
the Japanese.

I hear you say

you didn't think
colored folks
was so good.

Now, now, Robert,
let's not squabble
amongst ourselves.

Let's all work
to pull together.

Now, I'm just
tellin' him

like I tell you
and the reverend
every mornin',

colored people gonna
have a hydrogen bomb
all they own,

and pretty soon,
they gonna
give Japan

the honor
of droppin'
the first one.

Where?

China, I guess.

On other colored people?

Now, who ever told you
a chinaman was colored?

Helga:
Gunther, father,
and resi...

Are all dead.

Yes, yes, i--
i know.

But i--

I am alive.

[Whispering]
Helga...how?

Oh, I...

No, no, no.
It's all right.
It doesn't matter.

Our life
starts tonight.

We'll check into
a hotel.

Tomorrow, we'll find
a new place to live.

I found an old store
that has our bed in it.

Do you remember
our old bed?

Yes.

Ja.

We'll start again
right where we left off--

our nation of 2.

Das...

Das reich
zu zwei.

Yes.

But...

We do not have
to check into
a hotel.

Helga...

It's been so long.

I'm no longer
a young man.

Howard:
she had been captured
and raped in the crimea,

and then shipped
to the Ukraine

and put to work
on a labor gang.

Nobody told her
the war was over.

After her repatriation,

she was sent to dresden
in east Germany

and put to work in
a cigarette factory.

Eventually, she escaped
to west Berlin,

and days later, she was
flying back to my embrace.

All that mattered now

was that our nation of 2
was whole again.

Hello.

Hello.

Welcome home.

Now, here--
here it is.

Excuse us.

Here, Helga,
right here.

Here's the bed.

Oh, it's locked.

Veteran's day.

Veteran's day!
Damn it!

Oh! god damn it!

Howard,
you have changed.

Oh, Helga,
forgive me.
I'm sorry.

Yes, I've changed,

but people
should be changed
by world wars.

Otherwise what are
world wars for?

But maybe you have
changed so much

that you do not
love me anymore.

No, no, Helga.
How could you say that
after last night, huh?

Really, we have not
talked anything over.

But, Helga,
what was there
to talk about?

No words
could change
the way I feel.

Do you mean it?

Yes. of course
i mean it.

Nothing I could say
could spoil it?

No, Helga, no.

Nothing you
could ever say
could spoil it.

Never, never.

I'm not Helga.

I'm resi...
Her little sister.

What?

You said
you loved me.

How could you
do this to me?

I love you.

You love me? How
could you love me?

You don't even
know who I am!

When I got
to west Berlin,

they gave me papers
to fill out:

Name, occupation,
nearest living relative.

I had a choice.

I could stay resi noth,
cigarette machine operator

with no family anywhere,

or I could be Helga noth,
famous actress

and wife of a brilliant,
handsome playwright
living in America--

a man I love deeply.

Who should I have been?

Howard, for 10 years
in that factory,

the only thing
that kept me alive

were daydreams of being
my sister Helga.

So resi disappeared.

I don't know
what to say.

You picked a hell
of a person to be.

That is who I am.

I am Helga.

You believed it.

Was I or was I not
Helga to you last night?

That's a hell
of a question to
ask a gentleman.

Am I entitled
to an answer?

Howard...

Would you sometime
write a play for me?

I don't think
i can write anymore.

Did Helga inspire
you to write?

Not to write,

but to write
the way I wrote.

We used to say that
i wrote parts for her

that let her play
the quintessence
of Helga.

I want you to do
that for me one day.

The qu--

the quintess--

quintessence.

Quin--

quin--

qui--

the quintessence
of resi.

Resi. mmm.

Maybe I will.

Howard: resi was growing
younger by the second.

Although she had
bleached her hair white
to appear older,

it now spoke to me
of peroxide

and girls who run away
to Hollywood.

Finally,
i have a home.

It takes a heap
and a million to
make a house a home.

Who did that?

Who did what?

That.

Howard Campbell?

You know him?

No.

No? it's funny.
You look just
like him.

Don't that look
like the gentleman
you're with?

Well, let me see.

Uhh!
aah!

Howard!

Before the Jews
put you in the zoo,

I'm gonna have
a little fun
with you myself.

You felt
that one, huh?

That was for private
Irving Buchanan.

Is that you?

No. he was
my best friend.

5 miles in
from Omaha beach,

the Germans
cut his nuts off

and hung 'em from
a telephone pole.

And this, this is
for ansel brewer!

Ohh!
no!

He got run over
by a tiger tank
in aachen.

And this is for
Eddie mccarty!

He got hit
in the head

by a schmeizer
in the ardennes.

And this,
this is for--

resi:
no!

Helga...

Shh. do not speak,
liebling.

Where are we?

We are safe.

You have been asleep.

They will not
find us here.

Who--who won't
find us here?

The Jews,
sweetheart.

What's on my chest?

You had your ribs
taped up.

By whom?

The doctor who lives
in your building.

Oh. Epstein.

Ja. that was him.

He was very nice.

I used his phone
to call Dr. Jones,

and he brought us here.

Well, nice
to have friends.

[Knock knock]

Ja. come in.

Wilson:
how's he doin'?

He has just woken up.

How's your head?

Splitting.

You ought to take
an aspirin.

Thanks for
the advice.

Well, you see,
most things in this
world don't work,

but aspirin do.

Resi,
the newspapers.

Is it true
the Israelis want
to put me on trial?

Dr. Jones says
the American government
will not let you go,

but the Jews
will send men
to kidnap you

like they did
herr eichmann.

It ain't like
havin' a Jew here and
a Jew there after you.

They got everything
after you but the
Jewish hydrogen bomb.

Heh heh heh.

[Gunshot]

What the hell
was that?

[Gunshot]

That was your friend.

[Gunshot]

Jones?

No. George kraft.

[Gunshot]

What's George
doing here?

He is coming with us.

We are all
leaving the country.

Dr. Jones has made
the arrangements.

[Gunshots]

Howard! look who's
up and around.

How do you feel?

I'd stand
a better chance

if it weren't
for the racket
you're making.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm just killing
a little time.

God, you scared me
half to death, Howard.

I was worried sick
about you.

Well, George,
you know,

it was bound
to happen sooner
or later.

Well, it's all
for the best.

You'll see. You'll
have a new identity,

get a new place,
new country.

You'll start
writing again.

I might even be
a better painter
in Mexico.

Mexico?

Well, look who's
back on his feet.

Well, I guess
you can't keep
a good man down.

That's the spirit.

Howard, Wednesday night
is the weekly meeting

of the iron guard of
the white sons of the
American constitution.

Father keeley and i
want to stay

to a memorial service
for August krapptauer.

We thought that
perhaps you, being
krapptauer's mentor,

might say a few words.

I've thought of
a general theme,

if that helps.

I'm sure i
could use one.

I think the theme
should be

"his truth goes
marching on."

Hmm.

Hmm.

What can I possibly say

to a bunch
of junior storm troopers?

You know, I knew
their fearless leader

for all of 20 seconds
before he dropped dead
on my stairway.

[Both laughing]

You will find
the right words.

You always do.

When we get to Mexico,

I'm going
to write again.

Did I have
something to do
with this miracle?

Mm-hmm. everything.

No.

Very little.

But some.

Yes.

It's a real miracle.

It's the talent
you were born with.

No, no, no, no.

The real miracle...

Is your ability
to raise the dead.

The love does that.

Yes, yes.

It raised me, too.

Today, the mayor
admitted his embarrassment

that a notorious
war criminal

had been living
an anonymous life

in New York for at least
some of that time.

He also noted
that neither he

nor the United States
government

have any authority
to hand Campbell over

to the Israeli government
for trial.

However, it all may be
a moot point.

Howard w. Campbell

has once again
escaped without a trace.

This is Campbell's
last known residence.

A modest apartment
in greenwich village

has been vandalized
by locals,

angered by Campbell's
latest escape from justice.

The United States government

has promised to make
a full review

of Campbell's
citizenship status

and find out why he was
never brought to trial
previously.

In the meantime,
Israel has stepped up
its demands for Campbell,

encouraged by the idea

that he may not be
a citizen of the U.S.

That he may in fact

be a citizen
of nowhere at all.

We must never forget

that a propagandist
of Campbell's sort

is every bit as much
of a mass murderer

as eichmann, himmler,

and even Hitler.

How many millions of people
lost their lives

because of the lies
he spread during the war?

We will find Campbell

just as we found eichmann.

A man can't hide forever

when his hands are covered

with the blood
of 6 million human beings.

Howard w. Campbell Jr.
wanted to be here tonight

to tell you of his long
and fulfilling association

with your fallen hero,

but he's asked me
to make this brief statement

to you on his behalf.

"The truth of your leader
August krapptauer

"and those like him

"will be
with mankind forever

"as long as there are
men and women

who listen to their guts
instead of their minds."

And now for a special treat.

A subscriber
to the white Christian
minuteman in Vermont

has made us a loan
of some very rare material,

which I'm sure you'll find
most inspiring.

Robert.

Campbell on film: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,
the last free American.

Tonight, I would like
to ask a common question.

Why are we enemies
of the Jew?

The answer is simple.

The Jew is the cause and
the beneficiary of our slavery.

He is made two halves
off the fatherland.

The Jew has no interest
in the solution
of Germany's problems.

He can't have.
He wants them
to remain unsolved.

You see, he has
a better trump in his hand

when a nation
lives in slavery

than when it is free.

The Jew is the cause
of our misery,

and today he lives
on our truths.

And that is why
as nationalist socialists

we are enemies of the Jew.

He has ruined our race,

rotted our morals,

corrupted our traditions,

and broken our power.

As long as we are true
to our Aryan heritage,

he is a leper among us.

If we ignore our destiny,

he will triumph
over us and our future.

The Jew
is the plastic demon

of the fall of mankind.

He thrives
in filth and garbage.

He spreads disease.

He steals our possessions
and lusts after our women.

He pretends to be
a friend of this victim,

and before the
unfortunate one knows it,

his neck is broken.

We are Jew-haters

because we are proud
to be aryans.

It isn't true
that we eat a Jew
with every breakfast,

but it is true

that the Jew is slowly
eating away at our future.

That is going to change

as surely as we are aryans,

as surely
as world supremacy

is the birthright
of the Aryan race.

This has been
Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

the last free American.

Thank you for listening.

Heil Hitler.

I gotta admit, Howard.

Act III had me
on the edge of my seat.

A blue fairy godmother.

I was beginning to wonder
if you really existed.

Oh, I exist
all right.

I'm just retired,
8 years now.

Imagine my surprise

when they called me
out of retirement
2 months ago.

For me?

Why all this sudden
interest in me?

That's what I was
supposed to find out.

Well, you know,

it's no mystery
why the Israelis
would want me.

No, the mystery is
why the Russians think

you're such a fat prize.

The Russians?

What Russians?

Well, at least
2 in this country.

One is your friend

colonel ilora poropov.

Poropov? no...

I'm sorry.

You know him
as George kraft.

He's been operating
in the U.S.

As a Russian spy
since '35.

No. heh heh.
George kraft's not a spy.

I mean...

G-George's told me
about his wife, his--

a wife in Indianapolis
who died 4 years ago?

No such person.

He's got a wife,
all right,

still living
in proskurov.

He just hasn't
seen her for 25 years.

I don't imagine he's
mentioned the 3 children
or 9 grandchildren.

No, but--ah,
kraft, he was--

poropov.

Whatever. he was living
in the building for 3 years.

I mean, he didn't
introduce himself to me.

I went downstairs.
I introduced myself
to him.

From what I can tell,

you weren't part
of his original agenda,

just sort of
an unexpected perk.

Everything
was nice and quiet

until he sent
an anonymous letter

to your protege
Dr. Jones

telling him
where you were.

Then the
excrement really hit
the air conditioner.

It was kraft?

If it makes you
feel any better,

he really is a painter.

I don't think
much of his work,

but what do
i know about art?

Maybe it's ok.

Maybe that's the one
thing you can't fake.

Maybe you're the
exception to that, too.

What was kraft's
plan for me?

Ahh.

Well...

When he
tipped off Jones,

he knew you'd
become news again.

He figured he
could get you
out of the country

easier than staying
by your side.

Then you
could be kidnapped

with fewer
international
complications.

I see. Good.

Well...

You said there's
2 Russian spies.

Who's the other, Jones?

Nah. Jones is the one
true friend you got.

Seems he's the only one
with your best interests
at heart.

Well, then
who's the other?

No. not resi.

No, god damn you!

Not resi!

God damn you!

Not resi!

Relax, Howard.

I'm only the messenger.

You're a goddamn liar!

I'm sure
she had you thinking
about your new life

and how nice
it was gonna be,

but it wouldn't
have gone that way.

When you got
to the airport
in Mexico City,

there'd be a second
plane waiting for you,

and off you'd go
on a one-way trip
to Moscow,

all expenses paid.

What could the Russians
possibly want

with such a burned-out
piece of world war ii
surplus?

They can exhibit you
as a prime example

of the fascist
war criminals

that this country
shelters.

They also hope
you'll confess

to all sorts of collusion

between the Nazis
and the Americans
before and after the war.

Eichmann: well...

I think
that's a record.

Eichmann?

You've been
typing for almost
15 hours straight.

Me, I've barely written
5 pages in as many days.

When do you eat?

I don't know.

Hmm.

I hear your trial starts
in a couple of days.

Where's your lawyer?

He's trying to find
the one person

who will corroborate
my defense.

So far I'm told
he doesn't exist.

Listen, Campbell, can
i give you some advice?

Certainly.

Spend some time
in the exercise yard

or have them bring in
a radio or television.

You've got to learn
to relax.

It is important

to learn how to relax.

That's how I got here.

Hey, eichmann,

can I ask you
a personal question?

Certainly.

Do you believe
you're guilty

of murdering
6 million Jews?

Absolutely not.

[Laughs]

Oh, you were simply a
soldier, were you, huh?

Taking order
from higher-ups?

Is that right, eichmann,
like any good soldier?

[Laughing]

Campbell.

Yes?

About those 6 million...

Yes?

I don't need credit
for all of them.

I'm sure I could
spare you a few.

Howard, where were you?

We were worried
about you, old boy.

You are cold.

Yeah. well, I just
stepped outside
for some air.

Well, that was
a bit of a risk,
wasn't it?

Ah, it was
a bit of a risk,

but you know
what Jones says.

"I'll sacrifice anything
for the truth."

This is torture,

having to stay
in this cramped room

for the fear
of our lives.

How can people
treat us like this?

Oh, I don't know, resi,

but you know
in spite of everything,

I still believe people
are really good at heart.

[Laughs]

Tomorrow we will
start our new lives,

and then you will be
able to relax.

Oh, yes, to relax.

Ohh.

Ahh.

You know,
i was thinking.

What? tell me.

I was thinking
that maybe Mexico
isn't what we want.

Well, we can
just go right on
from there.

Yeah. maybe right
at the Mexico City airport

we could just get
right on another jet.

On to, uh...

I don't know.

Caribbean. we'd go...

Moscow, maybe, huh?

Moscow?

That's a novel idea.

[Laughs]

You don't like it?

I would have
to think about it.

Oh.

Resi...

Resi...

I want you to think
about it, too, ok?

Well, if you want to.

Yeah.

You know, the more
i think about it,

you know,
the better it sounds.

Well, what
could you possibly

find interesting
about Moscow?

Well, I don't know.

I'd like to visit
an old friend.

You never told me
you had a friend
in Moscow.

Gee, George, I guess
it just never came up
in a conversation.

What's his name?

Ahh.

Colonel ilora poropov.

Don't know him.

Don't know him, huh?

Well, it doesn't matter.

He's just a spy
that's trying to get me
to Mexico City

so I can be kidnapped

and flown to Russia
to stand trial.

No, that is not--

don't even
think about it.

God, Howard,

this is ridiculous.

Cowboys and Indians.

Yeah.

All right, George.

Howard, this
is not who I am.

This is the way
things are.

Nobody should
know that better
than you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sweetheart...

That dream.

Yeah.

About Mexico.

It was really true.

Oh.

Tomorrow we were
all going to escape.

I-it was our mission
to get you to Moscow,

but then I was not
going to go through
with it...

Because I love you.

Oh.

I told you I was not going
to go through with it,

did I not?

Yes, you did.
She told me.

Yeah, and he
agreed with me.

He came up
with the dream of Mexico,

where we would all
get out of this trap
together.

How did you
find out?

American agents.

Ah.

They're gonna be raiding
our happy little home
any minute now.

Oh, that's
unfortunate.

Well, then we must
leave right now,
liebling,

while we still can.

No. it's too late,
darling.

We're already
surrounded.

Then we will
fight them.

No. resi, you
don't understand.

I said we are
surrounded.

Does that matter?

Yes. of course
that matters.

We--

you mean, why don't
i die for love

like a hero in a
Howard w. Campbell play?

Yeah.

Yeah. that is
exactly what I mean.

Well...

Let us die together

here and now.

No. resi,

you have a full life
ahead of you.

No. I have
a full life behind me,

all in those few
sweet hours with you.

All in those few
sweet hours with me.

Sounds like a line
i might have written
as a young man.

No, it is
a line you wrote
as a young man.

Oh. well...

Foolish young man.

Well, I adore
that man.

Ohh.

Well, I'm sorry, resi.

I can't congratulate you
on your taste in men.

You no longer...

You no longer believe

that love is the only
thing to live for?

Well...

No.

Then tell me
what to live for.

Tell me anything.

It does not
have to be love,

anything at all.

I will live
for that chair,

or--or that picture
on the wall,

or that crack
over--over there.

Just tell me.

Tell me what you live for,

and I will live
for that, too.

Resi, what
i live for is...

I'm an old man.

I will show you
what to live for.

I will show you
a woman who dies
for love.

No, resi.

No. no, my god.

Resi, no.

No, resi.

Oh, my god.

Resi.

No.

Resi.

Don't move a muscle.

Howard: the morning after
the raid on Jones' basement

I was released,

thanks, I suppose,
to my blue fairy godmother.

I was deposited onto
the streets of New York,

restored
to the mainstream of life.

I took several steps
down the sidewalk,

when something happened.

It was not guilt
that froze me.

I had taught myself
never to feel guilt.

It wasn't
the fear of death.

I had taught myself to think
of death as a friend.

It was not the thought
of being unloved
that froze me.

I had taught myself
to do without love.

What froze me

was the fact that
i had absolutely no reason

to move in any direction.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Been standing there
a long time.

Waiting for somebody?

No.

You lost?

No.

No.

Move on then,
don't you think?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Epstein: who is it?

It's Howard Campbell.

Could I come in?

You're going
to have to tell me
what this is about.

I want to go to Israel
to stand trial.

[Unlocking]

What?

I want to be tried
for my crimes
against humanity.

What do you want
from me?

I want to surrender
to an auschwitzer.

Then find one who
thinks of Auschwitz
all the time.

[Woman speaking
yiddish]

Epstein: I know, but you
want to bring him back.

Ain't nobody gonna
bring back papa.

I know this. No one.

And don't
speak yiddish.

We are
in America now.

Woman: if you
can't remember,

I will remember
for both of us.

You still want
revenge, is that it?

Yes.

Then go on
with your plan,

because it proves
nothing.

Mr. Campbell...

I think I can help you.

Thank you.

Campbell.

Auf wiedersehen.

Yes.

Auf wiedersehen.

* leichentrager
Tor wache *

Howard: "dear Howard,

"the discipline
of a lifetime

"now collapses
like the walls of Jericho.

"What is the tune
that Joshua's trumpet plays?

"Is that the music
of my conscience?

"I doubt it.

"I've done you no wrong.

"I think the music must be

"an old soldier's itch
for just a little treason.

"If treason
this letter raises...

Frank: "i hereby
violate my direct
and explicit orders,

"and I identify myself
as the man you knew
as frank wirtanen.

"I affirm
and will affirm under oath

"that I recruited you
as an American agent

"and that you, at great
personal sacrifice

"became one of the
most effective agents
of the second world war.

"If there must be a trial
of Howard w. Campbell Jr.,

"let it be one hell
of a contest,

"and may justice be served.

"Yours truly,

frank."

Howard: may justice
be served.

I like the sound of that.

They say that a hanging man
hears glorious music.

I wonder
what it sounds like.

Bing Crosby:
* ...Of a white Christmas *

* just like the ones
i used to know *

* where the treetops
glisten *

* and children listen *

* to hear *

* sleigh bells
in the snow *

* I'm dreaming *

* of a white Christmas *

fading: * with every
Christmas card I write *

* may your days
be merry and bright... *

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