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Move!

Quickly!

Keep working!

Take your hats off!

Put your hats on!

Stop! It's a burial.

Show dignity.
Forward march!

Move, move!

The quarry is a man's job.

Move, move!

They did it on purpose!

Defend yourself, he harmed you.

Kill him.

No.

What? You refuse to obey?

Defend yourself.
It's your only chance.

It's your fault and then
you attack the labor force?

Get moving!

Not that way, this way!

Sabotage of the German
war equipment is a crime.

Report his number to the office.

Tomorrow he will present himself
in front of the big gate.

Svoboda... injured.

Keep your mouth shut!

Work!

Karl Schongauer!

Do you sometimes think
of your mother?

Yes, Commandant.

Victory and amnesty are not far.

Your mother will wait for you home.

Think of her pain
if you don't come back.

We'll have to elucidate this story
of clandestine radio.

- I count on you.
- Yes, Commandant.

Untie him!

It's been ten years since
I've known you, pig head!

You are a German.

You have no right
to deceive your mother.

She works for the Reich
in the factories.

You should respect her.

Yes, Commandant.

Karl Schongauer,
born in Hamburg in 1900.

Family of shipyard workers.

Enrolled in the German navy at 17.

Takes part in
the sailors' revolt of 1918.

Arrested, released.
Arrested, released.

Embarked as a sailor
on a Norwegian cargo ship

which sank off the coast of
Reykjavik.

Re-embarked on an Italian ship,
"Stella Maris",

he is laid off in Dakar
following a fight

in which he was
seriously wounded.

He spends one year
working in a log yard.

When he returns to Germany
in 1924,

he speaks Wolof and French.

1928: He is a permanent
member of the Sailors' Union

in Hamburg.

1930: Takes part in the fights
against the SA Nazi paramilitaries.

Injured and arrested twice.

1933: Arrested again,

he gets to know
the first concentration camp

in an old brewery of Oranienburg.

1937: As part of a
"Green Triangles" group,

of professional thieves
and assassins,

he participates at the completion
of a camp called Buchenwald.

1938: Dachau.

1939: Mauthausen.

1941: Tatenberg,
the mountain of the evidence.

- Call for Lieutenant Scheller.
- Yes, Commandant!

Take your hats off!

- How long have you been here?
- For three weeks.

And before?

I was in a luxury train.

- The Commandant is looking for you.
- What is it?

He is with the Gestapo.

Damn!

Is this your last word?

Karl. You are in charge of the
clothing warehouse.

Over there, we found stenographs

of the Soldatensender West
radio broadcast.

A bunch of traitors.

Jews and Freemasons.

Speak up!

You know exactly
what this means.

In case of betrayal,

all Germans should be united.

And this?

I don't know
how to do stenography.

Before getting here,
I was a sailor.

In the navy we learn
how to do radio

not stenography.

You think we're idiots!

To transcribe these notes,
one needs a radio.

So...

who assembled this radio set?

Who?

Death?

Death.

- Death?
- Death.

Prisoner No. 24,

you are sentenced to death.

Prepare the execution. Put him
the motherland traitor's banner.

So, we agree?

- Half of your ration.
- No, a quarter.

It's not paid enough.

You know...
I was never wrong.

Interesting.

So... you pour me the soup?

You know, this is not bullshit.

Look... Here!

You're married.

Children.

Worker.

Clock maker.

If you're not honest, I stop.

Worker and clock maker
are the same.

Both of them work.

You're not independently rich,
are you?

How do you want me to read
your future with this?

You are certainly Jewish.

I'll do it anyway.

You had a happy childhood.

A Ukrainian Jew in 1917
with the Cossacks,

it wasn't ideal.

Yes, that's for sure.

Your Mount of Jupiter
is not brilliant.

- You think so?
- Wait a minute...

Your Mercury Mount
is not bad.

What is it?

Business.

With a Jew this never fails.

There!

There is your arrest.

A big disaster

that lasts.

You'll go through a tough time.

Look. If you give me a quart
of your ration tomorrow,

I'll tell you the rest.

Your children will have
a long life, that's certain.

Your wife will get a disease
but she'll come through.

As for you...

Well what?

A quarter of your soup.

It's completely worth it.

So... does it say
that I pull through?

If you tell the truth,
I'll give you two of my soups.

It's the Mount of Mercury
that saves you.

You'll end up as a big
storekeeper in your city...

in Paris.

Have a safe journey.

Don't worry about us.

Did you hear?

They are capable of
sending a report to Himmler.

They're all traitors.

But this isn't something
new for you, Scheller, is it?

If I wasn't injured in France,

I'd be on the Eastern front.

It might have been more
worthwhile.

I was told you're not a stranger
to the sugar traffic.

Who said that? Schongauer?

How do you know that?

Only this vermin would want
to tarnish my honor.

But it won't save his skin.

It's a serious accusation.
I'll ask for an investigation.

Don't push it too far.

My honor before everything.

I am not accusing you.

I'm just letting you know
some rumors circulate around.

We have to clarify this issue.
Calumny can be harmful.

A bit earlier
the Gestapo implied that

we are too soft
with the political prisoners.

Too soft? You're exaggerating.

Maybe they're right.

Explain yourself.

The enemy has to be destroyed
physically and morally.

Someone like Schongauer is too
insolent knowing he's going to die.

I just saw two prisoners
at the quarry today.

Thinking that their life depended
on the other one's death,

they killed each other like dogs.

You should try that with Schongauer.
But it should last longer.

Not for three minutes,
but for 24 hours.

I've known Schongauer
for ten years.

We started together
at Oranienbourg.

He was a prisoner.

I was a Sargent of the SA.

If you tell him that his life depended
of another one's death,

he won't believe it.

It will work for the one
in front of him.

And Schongauer will be
forced to participate.

You will see if he confesses...

How much time
would you need for that?

24 hours.

I accept the bet.

I'm ready.

If I win, I'll take your
red horse.

I like it.

According to Schongauer,

it would have cost you
a truck of sugar.

Commandant!

If you win,

you'll choose amongst
my horses.

You won't be disappointed.

They are noble animals.

We suspend the execution!

Empty the enclosure No. 3
and put Schongauer in.

Right away.

Get his opponent
from the convicts' block.

And keep me informed.

- Is the enclosure barbwire electrified?
- No, but I can...

Leave them like this:

Most importantly, no suicide.

Attention!

The execution of No. 24 is cancelled.
Enclosure No. 3...

...wait for the orders.

Attention!
The execution of No. 24 is cancelled.

Enclosure No. 3
wait for the orders.

They suspended the execution.

- It's the first time, my General.
- The Russians are not far.

Take your hats off!

Attention, my Reverend.

Six dead people at the quarry.

Number 70311,

quarry supervisor.

On the lieutenant's order,
tomorrow at the gas chamber.

Good.

The execution was suspended
without any explanation.

We have to know everything on the
guy they put together with him.

Prisoner No 40004,

Svoboda was injured
at the quarry.

Svoboda? What?

The quarry supervisor
smashed his head.

- It's serious?
- Yes.

Bring him to the infirmary No 2,

to the French doctor.

We need to neutralize
the quarry supervisor.

He'll be at the gas chamber
tomorrow morning.

They gave me his number.

We have more important
things to do.

We have to get Karl
out of there.

The Slavic section must intervene

and get all the information.

He is in enclosure No 3.

We need to ask again
your section for money.

How much do you have?

2000 marks, 100 dollars
and 12 sterling pounds.

We need dollars.

I'll talk to the Slavic section.

You'll get it.

The list of prisoners.

Everything is in order,
Lieutenant!

Good. At ease!

Let's visit then your zoo.

Planika. Jestiakov.

Duprau. Katkovich.

Cassel.

Auclair. Topchitch.

Van Dang. Ontempeli...

It's very diverse.

Tournavaca.
Guillaume Maye.

Samora.

Stein.

David Stein?
But he's a Jew.

What's he doing here?

He was a prot, g, of Kapo Casimir.

He was repairing clocks.

Did he finished?

Yes... He has just repaired
the Commandant's cuckoo clock.

Good. Get this dirt out of here.

Attention!

David Stein!

- I'll start my own business...
- Get out!

March forward!

Don't worry,
I was never wrong.

We can use him.

"I CAME BACK"

Still alive, our escaped prisoner?

Still alive, Lieutenant.
Russians are very resistant.

Jew, this is not for you.

Speak only when you're asked.

- Lieutenant!
- Fall out!

Jew, you have 24 hours

to prove that you're almost
a human in your own right.

In this enclosure, there is someone
who wants to kill you.

If you kill him, you are
the strongest.

In this case, tomorrow
you'll go back to repair watches.

- He says...
- I understood.

"I BETRAYED MY COUNTRY"

What is it?

Your block?

What dormitory?

Who is the head of your block?

Are you deaf?

Do you understand German?

All Jews speak German.

I'm French.

French.

I speak a little French.

I learned it in Dakar.

I forgot a lot.

- You come from Paris?
- Yes, from Belleville.

I thought all Jews speak German.

"Shit", do you know that?

Do you understand?

Everything here is shit."
Got it?

Karl knew about that
for a while.

Scheller's wife resells
sugar in town.

She is the one who turned
Scheller against Karl.

Comrades...

Lili Marleen.

They put him in the enclosure
to make him confess.

David Stein.

Number 73421.

He was repairing watches.

I have nothing against him.

Only that he arrived on
the January convoy.

I thought all of them had died.

That's what worries me.

Svoboda died 15 minutes ago.

I spoke to the French doctor
from infirmary No. 2.

Svoboda must replace Karl
in the enclosure.

They have only one inch
of difference.

They have the same hair color.

And Svoboda's face
is unrecognizable.

We should do it tonight.

If the Slavic section agrees,

they will organize
the warning system.

The Soviets insure of
the safety of the camp.

You stay in contact with me.

- Did you get the dollars?
- They're already circulating.

Did you talk to the kitchen Kapo?

- He is not that reliable.
- I've got something...

better.

Between two and five,
there's a soldier on post No 3,

at the enclosure.

- How much does he want?
- 1000 marks.

Offer him dollars.

Fifty right away,
fifty after the swap.

OK.

- The soldier agrees.
- He wants the 100 dollars now.

- It's risky.
- Certainly.

The slightest error and the
whole organization blows up.

We can't pull back now.

To save a friend, you risk
30 others to get caught.

Including you.

Nevertheless...

you have to give him
his 100 dollars.

Yet we don't know why this Jew
survived the rest of the convoy.

The January convoy?

Well... Where did they assign you?

To the death cell.

Ah, a Catholic.

He must have been Polish.

Look, one of your coreligionist.

Can you read Hebrew?

- Can you read Hebrew?
- Yes, but I don't understand.

Too bad. We'll never know
what is written here.

All the Jews from your convoy
are dead!

You're as Jewish as I am...

Too bad the Gestapo
doesn't think that.

"Ciao Giulietta."
Another cheated guy.

There are a lot of such
cuckolds in this camp.

Like Casimir.

You know whom I mean?

The supervisor for
collecting the watches.

He had the easy life.

He was hanged.

He wasn't entirely a bastard.

- A friend?
- No.

He had me repair watches

instead of sending me
to work outside.

- You've got ants in your pants?
- No.

Why do you fidget like this?

If you're really a snitch,
you're not doing a good job.

Good night.

We'll catch... rheumatism.

Another convoy is arriving.

It's a weapon convoy coming out
of the underground plant.

Drop your weapon.

What weapon?

I doubt that you'll bring down
the long-standing Reich with this.

What's wrong?
What do you wanna do?

And you?

Are you getting ready for
the victory day?

- Get a rest. Anyway...
- I'm not sleepy.

What a coward!
Here they kill every day.

Crematoriums, torture walls,
gas chambers...

And this is making you scared?

You're really a man
because you wear pants.

But...

- ...the officer didn't tell you anything?
- What officer?

You know very well what
the SS said. Don't fool me.

What are you saying?

Tomorrow only one of us
must be alive.

Do you think that if you kill me,

they'll make you an
honorary Arian?

Where did you hear this?

The lieutenant.

Scheller? Lieutenant Scheller?

Now I get it.

What are you gonna do?

Well...

You have enough time
to think about it.

Hey... The French doctor is
waiting for you in infirmary No 2.

The Latin section must take care
of the "Operation Karl".

- Who's in charge?
- You are.

This is good only for peeing.

Three weeks ago we stole
a piece of bacon from the kitchen.

We cooked it with
Jerusalem artichokes.

Oh, super!

In Oranienburg

at the beginning,
around November 1933

we managed to get

sausage, lard and cabbage.

How long have you been here?

Here, three years.
Altogether, it's been 11 years...

11 years...

This is amazing.

You're really stupid
to get so excited.

Sorry, I thought this is impossible.

You don't know
concentration camps that well.

Fabulous smoked ham...
baked with breadcrumbs

served with a slightly sour
shallot sauce

and accompanied of
such a variety of vegetables

that they all tasted like one.

Then a mix of fruits
conserved in alcohol,

followed by carp
cooked in red wine.

Then, in a big crystal bowl

comes a pudding with several layers
of macaroons, biscuits,

strawberries and ice cream.

There is a book...

that was found
in the camp toilets.

"Buddenbrooks",
do you know it?

All Germans knew it by heart.

Even the Italians, the Czechs,
the French, the Polish...

Do you know the Jewish dishes?

It seams like they have
a lot of sauce.

Yes...

a lot of sauce.

But... how to say it?

It was particularly when we lit up
the candles on Friday nights

in the winter.

There were white flowers
on the window glass.

In the next room it's cozy.

It's warm.

All the family is there.

It was a moment of... safety.

Of peace.

We said:

"Happy Sabbath.
Be joyful."

- Religion, family...
- You had a full story.

In my family
nothing much happened.

1933-1940:7 years.

Nothing happened.

My memories are sentinels posted
on the other side of the barbed wire.

Kept at a distance,

they are more ferocious
that the Kapos' clubs.

Here the sky got hard
on everyone's head,

with every call.

Here the moon is a projector,
the stars are projectors,

God is a projector.

He lays out on each block wall

the show that eyes of
death row prisoners had projected.

A multitude.

A multitude... The two teachers
who were strapped to a doghouse

by an iron collar

and for three days howled
the extinction of man on earth.

1940-1944: Almost a century.

The century of little Serioja who
arrived from Pinsk with his schoolbag

and was killed
in front of this barrack,

his bladder shattered by
boot strokes.

The kitchen, the brothel...

A thousand "red triangles"
were killed

for having taken the control over
from the "greens."

Shadows that the watchtowers
still try to discipline.

We shouldn't touch on
the dawn of time.

Good evening.

The guy from the Slavic section.

What happened?

It's difficult to get here.

They ordered to shoot

on anyone who comes
close to the enclosure.

This won't make things easier.

Between two and five

there's a soldier up there
who will look elsewhere.

He is from the regular army.

But the schedule could change

at the last minute.

We need to verify.

We know this.

Come.

We will pass here and there.

Here are two barrels.
There are two brooms

and two blankets
for the barbed wire

on the corner of dorm no. 12.
That's where we'll go in.

Last question, doctor.

Could Weissenborn
who knows Karl well

take him for Svoboda?

Look.

Anna!

A thirty-inch long sausage.

I measured it.

Here, under my shirt.

You just need to grab it.

Here, take it.

- Not hungry.
- What? Not hungry?

You need to eat if you want to...
get out of here.

What's wrong with you?

Come, I'll comfort you.

Do you have any morphine?

Where would I get it?

You saw what happened
to Casimir.

In fact, the sausage
is better than drugs.

Who do you think you are?

Anna! Anna!

I've had enough.

You see this girl?

Her name is Anna Capek.

The Czechs said she was
amazing against the Nazi.

After her arrest,
she was selected.

They first put her on morphine

then to the brothel.

Is anyone taking care
of the sentinel?

We have plenty of time.
The shift hasn't changed yet.

Good luck.

Bullets don't reach me.

- Camp guard, block No 32.
- Why did you put your flash light on?

Move!

Stop!

Blood! We shot him.

Tomorrow we'll go to the infirmary
to check who was injured.

It's the second gunshot tonight.

Do you smoke?

No.

You're dying to have some.

Yes.

Then have some.

I don't want any.

Do you ever bet?

I've just made about a dozen bets.

I won all of them.

- Do you believe what the SS said?
- No.

Fate, destiny
are stronger than the SS.

Out of three rounds.

I won.

- Great. The good one.
- Do you want to keep playing?

It's the best way to...
One whole night can be long.

- Just by curiosity.
- If you want.

- It's the shortest.
- Let me see yours.

It's not important.

You cheated.

Nonsense.

I don't understand German.

I do.

Of course.

You feel home here.

So you understand German.

Yes. I know your language.

"Raise your heads!
Look to your right!

"Attention!

"Take your hats off!
Put your hats on!

"Quickly! Get out! Attention!

"Death, death, death."

Must wipe out humankind.

Who wants that?

The Germans.

Shut up, or else...

You are all separate spare parts.

Assembled, you make up Hitler.

Dirty Jew!

You dare tell me that?

"Dirty Jew",
just like your SS officers!

There you go, give your orders!

Come here.

Stop! I didn't want this.

First round is yours, Scheller.

The Jew will win the bet.
He's quick-tempered.

Lieutenant Scheller,
what about your racial pride?

His rival has German blood.
The subhuman cannot kill him.

In fact, Karl is a bastard.
He'll finish off the Jew.

The Gestapo will have no more reason
to complain about our softness.

It's true.

We can always find something,
Commandant.

Don't you have the impression
that something is going on?

Nothing unusual, Commandant.

I'm a seasoned veteran.

Eleven years of concentration camps
sharpened my senses.

On my patrols,

I can precisely feel
the mood in the camp.

There's something
going on tonight.

The man I shot at

was surely not a sleepwalker.

Figure out this issue
before you go to sleep.

At your command!

Dragulovic got injured.

- Is he taken care of?
- Yes.

What else?

Scheller patrols the camp.
Already two shots.

Wagner?

Dangerous.

Is the camp guard in position?

Yes.

Tell the Latin section
to suspend the operation.

OK.

Infirmary No 2,

the French doctor...

We shouldn't get noticed
under any circumstance.

INFIRMARY No 2.

Stop!

Post No 2, nothing to report.

Section! March forward!

The Slav No 2 got hurt.

The operation is cancelled.

- What? Repeat.
- "Do you speak English"?

We shouldn't expose ourselves.
The operation is cancelled.

- Did you understand?
- We cannot stop the operation.

These are the orders.

- Did you really understand?
- Yes.

Good.

Good night.

The Latin section

ordered me to be in charge
of the operation.

I was also told me that
I shouldn't risk my life.

This doesn't mean that the
operation shouldn't take place.

Are you saying that
I should go?

It's been too difficult
getting you appointed

as head of the Infirmary
for us to run this risk.

Yet we have to go ahead.

If you want to act
in spite of the orders,

I'm against it.

I'm willing to take the risk myself.
I've been used to it since 1934.

It's not a good reason.

My principle is to
never get discouraged.

Given the present situation

this principle
doesn't mean anything.

It's not what I think.

No time to waste.

Do you have any morphine?

Very little. Only what
I could get from Kapo Casimir.

I need one vial.

- I don't understand.
- In order to use Anna.

I refuse.
My morphine is too precious.

For dying patients...
I want it for a living person.

Listen, I'm a doctor.

I don't have time to play
the vial at a chess game.

I'm responsible for the operation.

But we had an order.

An order not to expose ourselves.

With or without an order,
I counted on using this woman.

The only risk we run

is sending someone to verify
if our guard is at his post.

If he is, we go ahead.

The organization didn't pay
100 dollars

to make a German rich.

OK.
I'll go look for this woman.

You speak French, don't you?
Follow me.

I've got something for you.

- What do you want me for?
- Come here.

I am nothing.
Leave me alone.

Sit down.

Could you get out of this brothel?

All work deserves its pay.

This right now
and three afterwards.

OK.

Can you go to the watchtower
of enclosure No. 3

and see if the sentinel
Is an SS

or a soldier of the regular army?

I'm ready.

SS or regular army,
do you understand?

In the end, crying
is not a sad thing.

But one needs something
to cry about.

Here it's not possible.

My memories stayed with
those I left behind 11 years ago.

There is nothing left now.

I should be able to remember
the street corner...

where I went to school.

The staircase of our home.

The friends.

I thought a lot about them
during the first years.

Too much.

Everything is worn out.

I don't know what's true
any more...

What I had stored up
or what I invented afterwards.

It's not important.

True or fake,
there is nothing any more.

Wasteland everywhere.

For four years
I've had many fears.

You don't know what it means.

Fear to run into a policeman,
fear to go out in the evening,

fear of getting noticed,

of being captured.

Then I was captured.

I felt the fear of
being interrogated,

of being beaten, tortured,

deported.

Then I was deported.

I renew my stock:

The fear of being suffocated
in my wagon,

of getting the typhus fever,

of not arriving to the destination.

I arrived

and the fears continued.

There are always other fears.

I had no idea there were so many.

They never end.

I was put on death row

and I told myself:

"This time it's over.
You got to the end.

"You won't come out of there
any other way but dead.

"So forget the details."

Impossible.

It's like a watch you take to pieces.

You want to see everything,
you spend hours doing it.

Death is the same

except that we cannot
see everything.

I'm sure of it now.

I have already died
hundreds of times

in different places.

Shot at close range,
shot from a distance

by a kapo, by a squad,

killed by exhaustion,

like the Muslims

when they pull their cover
over their head.

All of this... just nightmares.

Then I told myself:

"Reality almost never
matches expectations."

My father used to say:

"Predicting means preventing."

So I started again.

Everything missing from my list
I found it.

Myself alone, I invented
everything that's going on here.

And I didn't get nuts.

Maybe because there
was even worse.

Afterwards I told myself:

"It's exactly what I imagine
that can come true."

So... from all my heart

I wished for
my immediate execution.

Just so I don't hear all these
hammers in my head any longer.

However it is very simple.

The Swedish sent
a Red Cross delegation

to inspect here.

In such a case, the camp authorities
are informed longtime ahead.

Nobody was informed
of the Swedes' arrival.

So the entire delegation
was sent to the crematorium...

in a blink of an eye.

- The Red Cross?
- An error.

No protests?

Our fight just now wasn't too bad.

This way, we could
understand one another.

Now we know each other...

like two people can know
each other in this camp.

I'm telling you this:

Here, it's not the human being
who matters

but his fight.

You... you're nothing.

And because you're nothing,
you're gonna die.

So...

you want to kill me?

This last night we're
spending together and...

Stop!

Who's there?

Why do shout when you see me?
Your name!

Rademacher, Lieutenant.

Obersturmfhrer!
This is not the regular army.

At your command,
Herr Obersturmfhrer.

Go on.

- How old are you?
- Eighteen, Herr Obersturmfhrer.

Where do you come from?

From Brno, Herr Obersturmfhrer.

- Sorry. From Brnn.
- What are you doing here?

I am sick, Herr Obersturmfhrer.
Very sick.

If you knew...

You're injured?

ARMIES WHORE

Where is the injured prisoner?

All the injured prisoners are at the
infirmary, Herr Obersturmfhrer.

Show them to me.

There is someone here
who got injured by gunshot.

Come forward!

All prisoners injured by gunshot
must say their number.

Those injured by gunshot,
present yourself!

You have ten seconds.

If you don't come forward,
we'll check all of you.

Hurry or it's going to be worse.

There are no prisoners injured
by gunshot, Herr Obersturmfhrer.

Inspect them one by one.

Quickly then.

Personal inspection.
Attention!

Dysentery.

Dysentery.

Pleurisy.

Pneumonia.

Skull fracture.

Arm fracture.

Throat infection.

Uremia.

Pleurisy.

He is a private.

On the watchtower:
He's from regular army.

Where is your stuff?

In the back room,
Herr Obersturmfhrer.

What is this?

We are overloaded.

Take him out right away!

Do you want to see the
other patients?

Hide yourself. It's time.

Attention!
Locking the dormitories.

Locking the dormitories.

Stay calm.

Anyone moving around
will be shot.

Prisoners, stay calm.

Anyone moving around
will be shot.

- It's time.
- Time for what?

We must do something.

- We?
- It's the only chance.

Better die while trying to escape
than end up in the slaughterhouse.

- No chance.
- Oh yes.

There is always one.

- What are you doing?
- There is no electricity here.

The entire enclosure is electrified.
Where do you think you're going?

The bombs didn't fall too far.

God is sending us a miracle,
it's clear.

If you believe in miracles,
you'll end up in the crematorium.

I have to do something
for my kids.

There are 7000 men here.

The organization saved
more than 300.

Multiply it by the number of
women and children.

So what?

You'll get 10 comrades shot
in retaliation.

Good luck.

What is it?
What is it?

Don't be a child.

Bombing.

It's insane!

Stop this!

Scumbag!
Get back in!

No! Help me!

Skunk! You see very well
this is useless!

Move!

Any attempt to escape
is punished by death.

Move away!

The barbed wire is now
electrified.

All this is useless.

You're bleeding a lot.

I can make you another
bandage...

I'm an old creature
of concentration camps.

You can believe me.

When the old camp veterans die,

the war will end.

I've seen almost
all of my comrades disappear.

We remain only

a small group of survivors.

The war will end.

Today or tomorrow,
it doesn't matter.

The camp experience
is all over.

We've endured it till the end.

There is no place for us
any more.

Here or out there.

Our skin is too tough.

Our gestures are too violent.

We can't live differently
any more.

If we're free...

they'll stick us in prison
after eight days of peace.

War is over.

You're telling me goodbye?

I've finished the war.

Remember the date.

It's a dead body.

That's the kind of visit
we get here.

He is Czech.

You needed a dead man,
now you'll have two.

This won't upset Scheller.

- Do you think it's the officer?
- No.

This time it's not him.

Soon there will be an alert.

- Who locked it?
- I don't know.

- Your name?
- Torberg.

We need soldiers
on the Eastern front.

Oh God, it's all over!
He's going to the watchtower.

It's strange...

there's nothing going on.

- It must be a maneuver.
- What maneuver?

Look and see if you find
a message on the body.

No.

There's nothing.

So?

What worries me is...

Anything new?

One of the prisoners tried to escape.

- Which one?
- The one wearing grey pants.

Ah, the Jew.

Turn the searchlight on them.

- What is it?
- Maybe a short-circuit.

There is no short-circuit.

It's the second time
you stand out.

My God! Scheller!

What do we do?

Did you find what's wrong?

I hope this works.

What's up with you?

Please excuse me. My son just
got killed on the Eastern front.

Make sure these scumbags
don't sleep.

Do your duty,
like a soldier on the front.

Stand up you there, inside!

- It's OK.
- You watch and I rush.

No need to watch.
If there is danger,

the sentinel will shoot at us
to save his skin. Let's go.

Now is the good time.

Attention,
the barbed wire is electrified.

We'll take care of that.
Change clothes with the Czech.

- Hurry up.
- I can't.

Karl!

Hurry up.

We risk our skin.
But come on!

You won the game.

Tomorrow they'll find a dead body
and you'll be saved.

I'll help you.

Good luck, comrade.

Camouflage yourself.

Good God,
let's hurry up!

Take this. It's pure gold.

If the Jew talks about I,

we'll go up in smoke.

He won't talk.

Hide these brooms and
blankets over there.

I don't even know his name.

"73421...
And you, No. 24."

What a distance we had
to cross in order to

find each other together
in Tatenberg...

Tatenberg...

I had never seen it
on the map.

It's like number 24.

A number just like any other.

Now...

Tatenberg...

Twenty four...

I know only that.

Day light!

The water is frozen, good grief!

The crematorium doesn't function?
No more warm water?

The SS Commandant.
What?

Are you sure?

Dammit!

Squashed by the Jew?

Yes.

You'll come for debriefing.

The SS Commandant.

Hello, Scheller?

Heil Hitler!

Did you hear?

The experience finished
twelve hours earlier.

Won the bet? You?

Sorry, it's me who won

given the circumstances.

The Jew, this subhuman species,
spilled German blood.

Give the necessary orders.

- Dragulovic?
- He'll be able to walk today.

We have no news
from the infirmary.

- We need to reestablish the link.
- Good.

- Karl was killed in the enclosure.
- What?

Fritz overheard Weissenborn
talking to the Chief Kapo.

OK.

Do you know "The Funeral March"?

Play ten bars from it later.

Where?

Outside at the roll call.

Are you nuts?
It's the whole piece.

Yes.

For Karl.

Three bars.
It's already too risky.

Svoboda,
we won't recognize you.

"Attention.

The following must present
themselves at the big gate...

12511...

12617...

15444...

16004...

16189...

16563...

17009...

17642, armies whore.

17642, armies whore.

22889...

34703...

Be brave.

You'll save 3 vials of morphine.

- The news?
- Excellent.

The Czech Svoboda is saved.

42806...

77713...

If the Jew doesn't talk,

we should put Karl on a
list of outside commandos.

I got it.

It will be done.

Attention!

He is really bashed up.

You spilled German blood.

What was that?

Bring him!

Gas chamber.

Did you hear?
We took Warsaw back.

Soon the children
will go to school.

Put your hats on!