All language subtitles for Hullumeelsus

MADNESS

Script Viktor Lorents.

Set designer Kaljo Kiisk.

Main camera operator Anatoli Zabolotski.

Design and costumes Halja Klaar.

Music Lembit Veevo.

It happened in a small village,

where the invaders had already
succeeded in executing all Jews,

Marxists, gypsies, guerillas.

Now it was the turn
of those mentally ill.

Squad, halt!

Right turn!

From the shoulder!

Stand free!

Open the gate!

Long live our liberators! Hurray! Hurray!

Shut your mouth!

Squad, halt!

Right turn!

Long live our liberators! Hurray! Hurray!

Dear friends! Today we will
all go for a walk in the woods.

The grass is beautiful,
there are tall trees.

Berries and mushrooms, ferns...

We'll take a little walk, shall we?

And this is the one?
- Yes, this is the asylum.

This is the one!

Today we are admitting nobody.
We have a commission today.

What commission? Let the gentleman in,
once he's come himself!

Quiet! Quiet! Without fighting!

Does it matter, who goes first?

I have seen you somewhere,
I surely have. But where?

Heinz!

Doctor, I'll scream! I'll scream!

Then you will be
just like all other patients.

I'll throw this...

From these windows quite a few
things have been thrown out.

I'll kill at least one of them.
- Well, well!

Oh, pardon!

I do apologise.

I knocked twice, but...

Are you the chief doctor?

I see! You have
a beautiful little town here!

Did you want to see me?
- I'd be very grateful to you...

in case I'm not disturbing?

Please.
- Thank you!

I was in a hurry.
I feared most to be late.

Windisch. Sturmbannführer Windisch.
- Yes, yes, please.

Lucia! Prepare clothes for him!

It's not necessary. In this case you have
an absolutely normal person.

Sturmbannführer August Windisch.

From Gestapo. Special task.

Please!

Not necessary. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Dear doctor, let's start, shall we?
- Yes, please.

Doctor, tell me, how many patients
do you have in the hospital now?

583.

583. It's not awfully lot,
but also not too few.

Among these 583 patients
an English spy is hiding himself.

We must catch him alive.

Doctor, shouldn't we close the window?
It disturbs our talk. - Yes.

Doctor, I think it would be best
to introduce me as a regular new doctor.

As you wish. Maybe you need my office?

Oh, no. By no means. You will
introduce me as a regular ward doctor.

And please do not
forget it for a second. Oh!

I can't imagine who that could be.

I've personally checked
the patients' diagnoses.

And then there is the medical council.
Simply unbelievable!

Doctor, I hope I'm not wrong,
assuming that in you I have found

a very good assistant
and a very diligent consultant.

Is this an order?

Order or not an order, we are
both bound to a certain degree

by a joint professional secret.
Do you agree? - And then?

Oh. Then? If I make progress,
so do you and vice versa.

Let's go! - Let's go.

Doctor, if I fail in
carrying out the task,

it will also affect you.

Do you understand?

In psychiatry I am a beginner.

Until 1933 I generally worked
as a teacher.

Gentlemen, I'm ripe.

Your subject?

Physical exercise.

I'll go and look at the patients.

Hello! - Hello!

How do you do!

Well! So! I'll start treating you
with a completely new method.

Maybe there are some among you,
who do not need treatment?

I have seen you somewhere...
for sure. But where?

I have seen you somewhere.
Quite certain. But where?

Doctor, why did they
send us a new doctor?

Maybe everything will still go all right?

I don't know! I don't know
anything and I don't want to know.

Work must be done as usual.
I will go to the wards with the doctor.

Very interesting! Quite a few collectors
would envy you for this collection.

Please choose, and remember that
besides an illness, every patient has

a character and world outlook,
their own thoughts and spirit.

Doctor, do you think
they shouldn't be destroyed?

I don't know how frank can I be with you.
- You already told me all.

I would like to take this one,
a very original solution.

It's drawn by a person who is
never going to leave this hospital.

Tell me, doctor, why do you
like treating the completely hopeless?

First of all,
they are human beings just like us

and secondly, we don't know
how we will end up.

Humour?

So, from 583 patients,
these have remained under investigation.

If it's not a secret - on what grounds...
- Excuse me, I didn't interrupt you.

Forgive me. - These three will remain
under investigation.

How old are you?
- 48.

How long is your medical practice?
- 23.

Tell me, during these 23 years, haven't
you had to unmask even a single patient?

Of course. It has happened
and sometimes even…

Who is the person No. 1? Doesn't it
seem odd to you as chief doctor

that a patient is hiding himself
in a hospital under a mere number?

I don't understand you.
- You do.

I'm not here to listen to a sane
person playing a fool.

I'm interested in his name.
- He was brought here without papers.

Wonderful. Why, don't you find it odd
that a person finds shelter

in a hospital without papers? How?
Did you inform anybody?

No.
- No?

Well... er...

Strange.

Let's continue - Yuri Krohn?
What kind of a man is he?

I brought him here. I was on duty
at that time. - I know, I read.

You brought him from a ghetto?
Is he a Jew?

No! The ghetto inhabitants
told us themselves

that a crazy Aryan was among them.

Wonderful inhabitants of ghetto!
Philanthropists, yes?

Tell me, is it thinkable

that the English secret service
would send its own people to a ghetto?

Well, it is thinkable.

Yes, then there's the third person.
Diagnosis – traumatic stress.

Well, there are all kinds of traumatics.
By the way, all three will be here soon.

Are they here?
- Yes, shall I call them?

Yes, please. Send them in.

Gentlemen!
Please take your seats!

I'm here.

We may begin...

I am listening.

Person No. 1, without papers.

First name, surname, date of birth.

How long have you been connected
with the English secret service?

A-ha! The last question
is the most important...

Since 1933...

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten, eleven - eleven years!

More precisely!

Already eleven years
I spit on the English secret service.

Doctor, why doesn't this dude stand up
when the leader is talking to him!

Who is in command here?

Let yourself be informed
that you will already be hanged.

Why hang me,

I've got nothing to do
with arson.

What are you talking about -
setting fire to the Reichstag?

I'm talking about an elevator.

The Reichstag has nothing to do with it,
it was set to fire by communists.

Inform them that the elevator
was also set to fire by communists.

We have a report and the signatures
of witnesses confirming that namely you

set fire to the elevator. Here!

And by the law...
- I make the law.

They are meant for the people
who are a bunch of scum.

The nation is not able to understand
the laws. It just has to obey them.

And anyway a law is a very wide meaning.

Give him more of my books to read.

And let him learn by heart
the collection of my quotations.

Every word in there is law!

You are absolutely right.
- But of course.

Very, very true.

I know, I'm always right.
Even when I'm wrong, I'm always right.

My leader, shouldn't you
to go to your ward to rest?

Don't give me orders!

I haven't forgotten that I have
an important meeting tonight.

With whom?

Hunters. It's none of your business.

Don't poke your nose
In other people's business!

Gentlemen, you are dismissed!

So, what's your complaint?

The same old.

Listen, it's our first meeting.
This answer doesn't tell me anything!

Tell me, is he also a doctor?
- Yes, relax, relax, Yuri.

I'm worried that
I can't return to the ghetto.

Ghetto? You are a pure-blood Aryan,
what are ghettos and Jews to you?

Tell the doctor, tell him.

My house is near there.

I saw everything, I took them cabbage,

I didn't have anything else,
but then I ran out of cabbage.

I went anyway. I read poems to them,
they liked it very much.

Two women even cried
and wanted to kiss my hand.

You find that nation likeable?

I'm not interested in nationality. The
principle is important. - Which principle?

The same one.
- Which same one?

It's very difficult for me
to speak with this person.

Doctor wants to know
how you ended up there. - Yes, exactly.

The doctor knows it.
I bit his hand then.

Yes! Oh! You were
a little excited when we met.

But why did you come for me?
- I must come, when I'm called.

But who called you? - People living in
the ghetto. I think they wished you well.

I can assure you - you were saved
from big problems indeed.

Even from very big problems.

I think this is enough for today.

Doctor, do you know, how disgusting
it is to walk on the earth,

having fair hair and blue eyes.

Especially when your forehead,
nose and ear form an obtuse angle!

Nationality does not interest me -
the principle is important.

Please, let me go back to the ghetto!

Sergeant major Willy Zollenkopf
has come on your orders.

So, you are the hero of whom
everybody is talking about.

Why can't I leave? - When you're well.
We're still examining you.

Maybe you would prefer
to talk in your native tongue?

Why? One has to respect the people
among whom one lives.

I personally learned
the spoken language in four months.

How many times did you go to
the enemy's rear? - Three times.

For reconnaissance, yes?
- What do you think, an excursion?

How did the enemy look at letting you
walk through its front line and back?

And... - Allow me!
- And you weren't caught even once?

Whether I was caught or not,
you can soon ask them yourself.

One thing interests me -
how did you end up here?

What is the matter with you?

My nerves are shattered.

If you have read this,
you should know.

Who cares what's written!
I want to hear again the story of

how you went to the regiment HQs
and wanted to shoot all the officers.

I couldn't pull it off.

They hit me on the back of my head,
right on my old wound.

This is not an answer. I'm interested
in reasons that made you do it.

We had just had our breakfast.
- Go on! - It wasn't a good one.

I hadn't killed anyone yet.

You won't understand.
You haven't seen the front line.

You wanted to kill your own men.

Or weren't they your own?

Give me a machinegun!

Give it to me quick!

I am itching to shoot this bastard!
Stand up!

I'll drive it right between your eyes!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wait, Willy! Relax, relax.

Good chap!

Good, good chap! Relax!

Stand over there. I'll stand here.

Shh... so!

So! We'll play it so that
government is sails, people are wind,

state is a ship and time is a sea!
Let's start.

Hello, I'm the wind.

And I'm the government.
That means sails.

Stop! Stop!
Government must respect the people.

Please take it once more, please!
- I'm the wind.

But I'm the government.
I'm not afraid of you!

It means something is wrong here.

Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark, tally-ho!

Stop! Stop!

Something is rotten in our state,

tally-ho!

I can't perform sails.
- More thoughts, more thoughts.

Hello-hello!
- Ex... excuse me...

Why are you changing the lines?

Right, it shouldn't be done.
- Who has written the lines?

We have an editor here, Eduard...

I know, I read his file.

Before the war he was
considered a talented writer.

We know those talented ones.
Talent is always suspicious.

Send that talented person to me.

What interests you? Yes, you?

Why aren't you in the ward?
Answer! Name?

Mine?
- Yours.

Sophie.
- Surname?

Mine?
- Answer!

Schneider.

Come later to the office
of the chief doctor. - Me?

Yes, namely you.

Sit here, please.

Medicine today makes miracles.

Wait... do you... think
that I can again... start writing?

Write, sing, dance - everything you wish,

only you have to listen to
what the doctors say.

But he can also dance, write, sing -
all that he wants?

Who?

Who?

Hallucinosis, chronic.

Tell me, Eduard. - Yes?

Did you drink a lot?

In the old days I didn't drink at all,
but later...

the nature of my work drove me.

It's not nice to work
in the area of propaganda and...

Work? Do you know at all
what kind of work it is?

To write things
you don't believe in yourself?

To write day and night,
crossing a street, sitting at a desk,

in a cafe, restaurant, write
while laying in bed by your wife.

Even in my sleep I've written many lines.
But the brain gets tired.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, and then you start wishing to
put on the brakes somehow, stop it,

at the beginning a few small ones,
later half a bottle, maybe more.

Eduard, I imagine that creative work
is first of all a pleasure.

When in secondary school, I also wrote -
short verses, but I didn't drink a drop.

We are not talking about the same things.
I will leave. - Now, now.

When I was appointed
as a newspaper editor,

I started to feel tired already
in the mornings. No, I'll go.

You should have rested.
Fresh air. Skis.

I didn't have skis, doctor,
and I have never gone fishing.

I felt... you know?

Are you trying to tell me that
the confiscated newspaper issue

was made in a drunken state?

No! By no means!

On that day, on my way to the office
I drank only half a bottle of beer.

I mentioned that also
to the police when I was arrested.

Oh, how humiliating
those explanations were!

Soldiers coming to teach us to write.
- Let's leave the emotions! Sit down!

Dear Eduard, we keep
digressing from the main theme.

Tell me, how could it happen
that that notorious article

appeared in the newspaper?
- I didn't write alone. He helped me.

Who? - Shh! He.

Who?

Come now, be more specific.
- The devil...

Thought and our era.

Again he doesn't let me write.
- What?

The title: "Thought and Our Era".

Thought and our era!

Golden words!
Why do they make you excited?

It was a headline in the newspaper
that was confiscated.

It was typeset in very large print

for the first time... without a lie.

A pity I have not read that article!
- Yes, it's a pity.

Last night the devil wrote some
sentences on my back, shoulders and chest.

Look! Oh, there is nothing left!

Eduard!

It's because I dried myself
with a coarse towel this morning.

You should get some rest.

Thank you very much. I really am tired.

Excuse me, I'll just take away the devil
or it'll cause you all sorts of trouble.

Oh, look, where the devil
has climbed into!

Excuse me!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Traumatics.

By the way, all the ones you selected
show clear signs of nystagmus.

What did you say?
- Nystagmus.

What is that?

A symptom of organic nerve disease
that can be confirmed by a simple test!

Exactly how?

See!

The eye of a normal person follows
smoothly the movements of a finger.

An ill person's eye moves spasmodically.
- I see! Thank you!

Tell me, is it possible to learn
to move the eyes unevenly?

If you wish to discuss my illness,

then I can tell you that
I feel very well. - Please!

And I am not complaining.

On all other topics
I will only talk in private.

This is my categorical demand.
- And why?

Each profession has its own ethics.

I'm your therapist and I hope
that the chief doctor agrees that...

There are no microphones?
- No, you can be absolutely certain.

This way. Just in case!

I, Sophie Schneider, consider it
my civic duty to inform you

that you have been dragged into
a dangerous political adventure.

The head of the hospital fools you,
he is an agent of the Bolsheviks.

Proof? How can you prove it?

But why do you think,
why doesn't he let me out of here?

Well, in your medical history
it says that you harassed

state institutions with
your written complaints.

Oh, I harassed them, yes?

But did you also know
that there was a time when

good money was paid for such letters?

Come here!

Yes?
- Are you a man or not?

In what sense? I'm your therapist.

Can you do me a favour?
- What kind of a favour?

I have to meet colonel Tiedemann
from security service... immediately.

With Tiedemann?
You know colonel Tiedemann?

Yes, we were
great friends with Gottfried.

He was on holiday when I was arrested

and that's why
everything went so wrong.

Now he is of course jealous,
but there is nothing I can do.

Do you know his phone number?
- 609 at work, 338-33 at home.

Follow my finger with your eyes!

No, doctor, I told you everything!

But the head of the hospital
really is a foreign agent.

Sit down, sit, I'll give you a hairdo.

Turn your head a little to the left.
God, how you strain your neck muscles!

For God's sake, relax!

Your hair is soft like that of a child.

A little, little wave and I'll
make you ten years younger.

And all the women in the hospital
will follow you. - Stop the jokes!

We were discussing serious things.

Don't talk to me about serious things!

Personal relationships are personal
and work is work.

I like you and I wouldn't want to cause
trouble for such a nice man.

Leave my throat alone!

Trouble, what kind of trouble?
- Don't tell me anything:

Gottfried Tiedemann squeezes everything
out from me anyway when he comes.

He's very good at that.

Do you know how my stepmother cried
when she was taken away?

I begged in the name of God that she
wouldn't tell me anything. - It's a lie!

How many masters are you serving?
You need pounds, dollars, yes?

Nerves, your nerves are ruined! Yes!

Close the tap.

But one day
you'll lose all this hair.

33-833? Herr Standartenführer, hello.

It's Sturmbannführer Windish
disturbing you... hello!

Pardon? No, it's not over yet.
Herr Colonel,

I wanted to ask if you know
a certain Sophie Schneider?

No, Colonel, I'm not going
to question you, no.

No, I didn't say that I trust her.

She simply spoke of you very warmly
and I thought that... excuse me.

Right, in a word, you don't know her.

Yes, right. Yes... pardon?
No, we have to wait a little more.

The army will have
its premises, of course.

No, I'm not trying to justify myself.
I simply... Hello! Hello!

Drinking heavily, eh?
- Of course,

I'm just not used to
working with idiots.

Your things are not going that well.
- You are simply drunk!

I spit, spit on it all.
I'm drunk, so what? - Be quiet!

Your talk proves
sufficiently clearly that...

Proves?

What does it prove?

It proves that your idiots
need half a litre to start talking.

Did you understand?

I allow you to rise
the first glass to my health.

I rode on horseback in
Tsarskoye Selo... up and down the stairs.

It's your personal business
where you have been!

I ask for your attention for a moment!
Well, friends!

We have a very important day today.

I've come to the understanding
that you are all well,

more precisely - you have recovered

and can be released already tomorrow.

How about the devil?

Eduard! I congratulate you
on your recovery!

Aren't you happy?

Krohn, aren't you happy?

Tell me doctor,
how does life in your opinion go -

does it go in a circle or in a spiral?

There are various schools of thought -
Hegel, Nietzsche, ancient Greeks...

No, I'm not talking about that.
How should one live on?

Interesting. What do you
imagine the future to be like?

But if one creates a hybrid
from a circle and a spiral,

what nation would emerge?
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the principle,
only about the principle, doctor.

Yes, but in the future
everybody will wear civil clothes

and have a gun in the pocket.

And then it is democracy:
bang to the caretaker,

bang to the minister...
to the president, bang!

Stop shooting! Stop the democracy!

I won't permit killing
my caretakers... and ministers.

They are all just like me!

But I want a child!

My own child, such a little one,

like you, but without that scar.

Once I also wanted to have a child, in
Warsaw, but she jumped out of the window.

From the fifth floor window...

Why?

Jesus, even not a single grey hair?

Oh mother...

A daughter will born to us and
a son and one more daughter.

We'll all wait at the station
and you will come from Warsaw.

Daughter, son!
- Eduard!

Children. Will they ever forgive us
that we have betrayed them...

the devil with it.

Little devil, damn it!
- To your militancy, Eduard!

Let's go for a little walk.

Eduard, do you think
that I'm really blind?

Before the war
there was an Eduard in England.

The Duke of Windsor, King Edward VIII.

Do you remember his
banal romance with Mrs...? - Simpson.

There was nothing banal about it,
the king simply loved that American woman.

Frankly, I have always liked everything
that is aristocratic, gentlemanly.

Doctor, let us forget the pretensions!
We are far too smart for this.

Oh, let's drink to candour!
- To candour!

Why do you want to convince
them that they are well?

By the way, you did it
very smoothly.

If we were not smooth,
we would not be colleagues.

Will you take me to prison?
- Of course. But you can count on me!

One can find gentlemen also elsewhere,
not just in England. To your health!

You could become
my consultant, for instance.

Of course, that wouldn't mean
that we would drink whisky every day,

but I've always got some good Rhein wine.
- By the way, do you speak English?

Oh yes. I speak, I sing!

I dance!

Stop fooling around!

The devil is so big today.
For the first time I see such a devil.

To the devil! Eh?

In my opinion that miserable newspaper
issue doesn't play any role anymore.

I don't want to go to prison!
Why did you get me drunk?

I didn't intend to write at all.

I will never write again.

I don't even know how to write anymore.

Rejoice, devils! Rejoice, devils!

Devils, rejoice...

Where is Sophie?

Where is Sophie?

And now we will tell me everything!

Who recruited you?

It happened after school.

I was a hairdresser and
there were all kinds of clients,

but then he came.

He told me to write down everything.
I didn't want to, but I was forced.

Go on! - Then I had to give information
about my friends. I did that too.

How much were you paid?
- It varied.

At the beginning I didn't take it,
but later I didn't care.

You knew Tiedemann well.
You could have called him.

He could have made that
English gang harmless in no time.

A gang? There was no gang.

I just wrote to Tiedemann and...

He said nobody would know about it.
But they did.

That's why they come for me
every night in cars, with big headlights.

All the ones that are killed.

Look, they are coming for me!

They are coming for me,
all the ones that are killed!

Lucia, I understand you...
There is no need to fret.

I don't understand anything anymore.
I hate that Windisch.

To make patients drunk!
What can be worse!

Lucia, we have worked together
already for twenty years.

Twenty-one years and four months.

Yes, twenty-one years and four months.

You arrived on an evening train
and we walked through all the wards.

You were wearing a checked dress -
with such tiny checks - brown and white.

Then I was still afraid of our castle...
- But now?

Now I'm afraid of something else.
- It seems to me that you are the same...

you haven't changed at all.
- But you have changed.

How can you bear that man?

I wouldn't even call him a doctor.
- I do not want to tell you about him.

I want to tell you about things
I have kept silent for twenty years.

Forgive me...
twenty-one years and four months.

Yes, you have changed very much.
You even deceive me.

Deceive? Well. Go, Lucia, go.

Leave. I beg you, leave.

He's not at the hospital, Herr
Standartenführer, I know it for sure.

Yes, I even saw him leave...

Yes, yes... pardon?

With one lady?

Frivolous behaviour?

That I don't know...

I understand,
an unsuitable moment, but still...

Sturmbannführer has now arrived.
Yes, yes, alone.

Hello! Herr Colonel, no ladies.

It was your acquaintance Sophie Schneider.

No, I wanted to say that... Herr Colonel,

I can assure you that the state
will receive what it needs... Yes, right.

We don't have a lot of time.
I was given an order - only two more days.

If a normal expert analysis
doesn't give results,

one has to use long-time observation
for exposing the simulator.

It can take weeks, even months.
- Two days and not one minute more.

True, there's one more possibility.

But still... No.
- Speak out.

Think of the danger breathing
down our necks.

Look, I simply thought that
if you yourself would spend

one or two days among them.
Among those you suspect.

What? Like a madman? But they know
that I'm their therapist.

- Exactly! Come.

Yes-yes-yes.

Look, patients can be
convinced of everything.

It is different with sane people

and an interesting situation
may develop,

where you can unexpectedly
expose the person you're looking for.

By the way, as per you request -
all four are in the same ward.

All right, I agree.

I've seen you somewhere,
I surely have,

but where?

Bon appetite! Your new ward mate.

Doctor Windisch must rest a little,
make good friends.

Long live the leader.
- Long live!

I ordered you lunch.
- Take a seat!

Bon appetite!

That's the spirit!

Attention!

I announce - the soup is not tasty.

You're right, it isn't.

No, it is tasty.

True, yes, very tasty.

Thank you! Thank you!

I thank my people for unanimity.

Why are you looking at me?

I see that you are a man who's
very much obliging, very much.

So what?

You'll be my dog.

You have all the prerequisites for that.
- How?

You'll be my favourite dog.
You'll be a grand dog.

Do you know how to bark?
- No, I don't. - Well, try!

Did you hear me?

No, you have to be a big dog.
Try once more!

Willy! Take a shirt and make a noose!

Look!

If you don't know how to be a dog,

I'll simply hang you!

For hanging there has to be a judge,
there has to be a court of law.

The court of law is there

and it always makes a decision that
confirms the infallibility of the leader.

Willy Zollenkopf!

You are the executor.
Judge and executor.

You'll strangle him!
Nicely and without any noise.

If there's no real dog,
one doesn't need a half-dog either.

Eduard! Can you see
the fate that awaits me!

Doctor, don't be upset,
it isn't really that awful.

At the beginning it seems so, but later...
You'll get used to it. - What?

You'll get used to it.
- But he isn't even of pure breed?

Where are you going? Come back!
- To call the witnesses, witnesses.

It's not ancient Rome here. Without
witnesses court is much more objective.

You are the accused and the witness.
Keep that in mind!

Relax, doc, relax!

Get me a drink!

Phone?
- No, nobody called.

I wonder how you weren't
arrested on the street? - Shut up!

Where's my uniform?

Where's my uniform?
- In the wardrobe.

I should have put the uniform on
at the beginning!

Patients won't react to it,
but he will betray himself for sure!

Have you got a good eye?
- Yes, I have.

What angle do I have?
- What angle?

From the ear to the nose
and from the nose to the forehead?

Absolutely acute. What about it?
- You fool! Idiot!

You haven't just got twisted eyes,
but also inborn nystagmus!

Such a drunkard! A traumatic!

Sit down!

Right. It is now clear to me
how this story developed. - Story?

The spy doesn't hide himself here,
he is being hidden. - Who?

Doctor, I'm not as naive as you think.
Only a fool can think

that a skilled psychiatrist
cannot tell a simulator from a patient.

I did everything I could,
believe me, even today...

all night I thought and checked...
- You are lying! I know who the spy is!

I know, but I want you
to name him yourself!

I really don't know. - You lie!
Think again and tell me the truth!

I think you did the right thing,
choosing from among those five.

Yes, among those five.
- I'll call them here. - No!

In five minutes
he will expose himself.

I'm not unnecessarily in uniform.

As soon as he sees me,
he will realise that I'm on his trail.

He will either try to escape or hide
himself or show unusual activity.

Stay where you are!

Doctor, do you recall
that you once told me:

"We don't know
how we will end up", yes?

I can assure you today
that I know how you will end up!

Dear doctor!

I congratulate you
from the bottom of my heart!

What does this mean?
- Why shouldn't I be happy,

when also our small collective
has finally given birth to a volunteer.

What did you want to say, say it!

I... doctor.

I'd like to give you some advice.

Well?

On the front line many things happen.
You could get killed there.

You see! - No, I have heard that already.
Tell me...

You could get killed! Hinlegen!

Hinlegen! Hinlegen! Kriechen!

Kriechen!

Auf - marsch-marsch!

Kriechen!

Herr thinks that it's enough!
But the heels!

If you lay like this on the front line,

there will be holes in
your heels on the first day!

Achtung!

You must kill the others,
but the others must not kill you.

That's the fundamental basics!

Hinlegen!

Hinlegen!

Kriechen!

Marsch-auf-auf!

Person No. 1 observed you
all the time through the window

and tried to hang himself
after that in the sauna. - What?

Tried to hang himself
after that in the sauna.

I've got him!

Auf dem laterne steht...

Kriechen!

Why did you want to hang yourself?

I was in a very bad mood. Now it's gone.

Why?

It is the privilege of leaders -
to think one way in the morning,

and the other way in the evening.
- Oh! No, I'm not talking about that.

I want to know what drove you
to committing a suicide?

A leader can do anything.

If he wants, he can hang himself,
if he wants, he can hang other people.

The leader is like a noose
and the people are in it.

And if the people slip out of it, then
the leader has the right to hang himself!

Over! Everything is over!
I've been betrayed!

Everybody is a traitor!
The people do not deserve me

and you don't deserve me either!
Look at what you look like!

In what condition you come to me!
Everything is over! Over! Over!

Everything is over! Over! Over!

Yes! Führer! My leader!

It cannot be that everything is over!

Say something! Say: Drang nach Osten!

Heil, mein Führer!
Don't leave me alone!

I'm afraid. I'm afraid!

Call the head of the hospital!

I'm not going to take that
noose off my neck myself!

Windisch is walking around
in Gestapo uniform! - Yes.

You knew about it?
- Yes.

And helped him?
- Why are you looking at me so?

What is Windisch doing here?
Are you going to tell me?

He's looking for a person
who has never been here...

What kind of a person?
- I created him myself.

Created and wrote about it to Gestapo.

Do you see the power
that one unsigned letter can have?

But why? Why?

It helped save our patients!

And there's only very little time
left to wait.

You think I am a lunatic?

As you wish.

We will meet one day, for sure.