All language subtitles for The Boys from Brazil.1.ENG

Hey, kid!

Hey, Ismael.
Catch!

Such a pleasure to see you,
Herr Lieberman.

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

I hate to bother such a famous
Nazi hunter, like yourself,

with such trifle as the rent,
but it is the third of the month.

Quite so, you will have a cheque
in several days.

By all means, take your time,
Herr Lieberman.

Feel free to ignore
your responsibilities,

while my property is being ruined.

We have floods all over the building,
because of you.

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

and then they break.

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

Everything is connected.

The whole building will soon
collapse because of you.

- Ezra!
- Get out!

- You have no right...
- You have a call from Paraguay.

This is an apartment house,
not an office building.

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

All right, all right.

So next time rent to
a feather merchant.

Hello.

Mr. Lieberman?

- Out! You understand!
- You get out!

Go and fix your rotten plumbing.

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

I sent you a package with photos.

You didn't?

You sound like an American.

What are you doing in Paraguay?

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

And I've identify several of them
as war criminals.

Well, from your books and articles.

Forty years of heartbreak and
sacrifice and you call it junk!

Yes, junk! Junk, junk!

Herr Strasser, we are wasting
valuable time.

The hole up there is very
enormous.

Huge chunks of plaster are coming
down from your ceiling.

Look, how I step on the ground.

Quite soon I will be through
into your apartment,

right into the lap of your beloved
wife. God forbid.

- Come.
- Don't push me.

Leave my brother and me alone.
Get out!

Come, Herr Strasser.

Esther, the man's an idiot.

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

- Go on, take your phone call.
- Oh!

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

So, Mr. Kohler, forgive
the interruption.

I work alone like you,
Mr. Lieberman,

which is why I'm calling you.
You see, I'm onto something.

Mr. Kohler, it maybe a blinding
revelation to you,

that there are Nazis in Paraguay,

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

And if you stay there much longer,
there will still be Naziss in Paraguay,

but there will be one less Jewish
boy in the world.

Something's going on.

They seemed to be gathered
for some kind of operation.

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

I want to know what to do next.

Get on a plane and go home, or better
still go to the American Embassy,

run to the American Embassy and
tell them to put you on the plane.

Thank you for your advice.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Advise, instructions.

A boy like that. Lucky to survive
one day in Paraguay!

He's been there some weeks.

I told him to go home, anyhow.

What does he want, applause?

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two.

- One, two.
- One, two.

- Goddamn, it works!
- Goddamn, it works!

Come on, damn you, tune in.

Gentlemen, he's coming.

So, Gunther,

this is the moment.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, be
at your ease, I beg of you.

- Gunther, would you do the honours?
- Certainly, Dr. Mengele.

Mengele.

Captain Gerhart Mundt.

Yes, yes, I have heard nothing but
the highest praise for you, captain.

Thank you, Herr Doctor.

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

- Captain...
- All right, Gunther.

Captain Farnbach and I are
old comrades.

Are we not, captain?

It is extremely flattering to be
remembered after all those years, sir.

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

from the early days of the struggle.

And now for the youth.

This is Dietrich Hessen,
son of Wilhelm Hessen.

Welcome, young man.

- Wolfgang Kleist.
- I am pleased you are with us.

Thank you, Herr Doktor.

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

And now to business.

Sit down, gentlemen, please.

The task before you
is the most important operation

that the Kamerades organization
has ever undertaken.

It is the vital link in a programme

to which I and your leaders have
devoted many years of huge effort.

Your success on this project
carries with it the hope

and destiny of the Aryan race.

And that is not an exageration,
but the literal truth.

It is a holy mission, gentlemen.

You should consider yourselves
highly honoured

to have been chosen
to perform it.

Now for the details.

In the next two-an-half years,
ninety-four men

must die on or near certain dates.

Sixteen of these men are
in West Germany,

fourteen in Sweden,
thirteen in England,

twelve in the United States,
ten in Norway,

nine in Austria,
eight in Holland,

and six each in Denmark
and Canada.

A total of ninety-four

assassinations.

All of these men

will be sixty-five years old
when their dates come around.

Obviously, a few of them will already
have died of natural causes.

Yes, Farnbach.

Who are these men?
Jews?

Not one.

They are all family men,
tax inspectors,

civil servants, school principals,
men of minor authority.

Are we permitted to hire
accomplices?

Accomplices?
I would not advise it.

Bear it in mind, these are
sixty-five year old men.

Their eyesight is failing, they have
slow reflexes, diminished strength.

I've been through Sweden
quite a bit,

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

It is a village. About fifteen
kilometres from Upsala.

That is Bertile Hayden, the post
master, there.

And by killing this old mail man

I will be fulfilling the destiny
of the Aryan race?

You wish to be relieved
of this assignment, captain Mundt?

No, sir.

Then, do not question your orders.

Simply obey them.

Yes, Herr Doktor.

I apologise.

Further questions?

The men's families are not
to be involved.

And in the case of say younger
wives

who might be open to romantic
overtures as accomplices.

I repeat, the families are not
to be involved.

You will travel and live in a manner
befitting

salesmen, for large German firms.

You'll have more than enough money
for any equipment you might need.

It is vital that you check in
with headquarters on the first...

Find it!

Find it!

Sir!

All right, Mr. Lieberman,
listen to this.

Killing this old mail man,

I will be fulfulling the destiny
of the Aryan race?

Operator, any word of my call yet?

Hello.

Kohler!

I thought I told you to leave.

Well, I didn't Mr. Lieberman, but I think
you're going to be glad I didn't.

Doktor Josef Mengele was here
tonight.

You mean to tell me you've called
me up at 3 o'clock in the morning

to tell me Doktor Josef Mengele
is in Paraguay?

I know that, Mr. Kohler,
so does my sister,

so does my landlord, and my tailor,
and now you know it too.

My congratulations!

He came to a meeting at Gunther's
house tonight.

The others were there too.

Mengele's sending them out to kill
ninety-four, sixty-five year old men

in the next two-an-half years.

What are you talking about?

Ninety-four at sixty-five...

two-an-half years.

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

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

All of them, Europe, Canada,
the United States.

Mostly civil servants.

Okay, I'm running it down now.
It'll only take a second.

Take your time, old men don't go back
to sleep once they've been awakened.

- Welcome, young man.
- The stuff on now, it's just a lot of

introducing and glad handing around.

Mengele is acting like chairman
of the board.

Will you stop asking questions
and just listen Mr. Lieberman?

Okay, here it comes.

The task before you is
the most important...

Kohler!

Are you there, Kohler?

Kohler!

...your success on this project...

Kohler.

Clean the room.

Dispose of the body.

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

Everything is all right,
you can take care of the police.

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

- Perhaps you should wait?
- We wait for nothing,

the fourth Reich is coming, Gunther.

Our men will leave tomorrow
as planned.

Kill him.

Is there no way of checking
this further?

All right, thank you.

The Vienna telephone exchange says
there was a call from Paraguay,

but Paraguay say that no such call
took place.

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

Mundt!

Captain in a Death-Head Regiment.

Farnbach, a Gestapo agent.

Trausteiner! Assistant commandant,
at Dachau.

Cheap bureaucrats and murderers.

And these...

who knows.

- Ezra, you know, you shouldn't.
- Esther, Esther,

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

These...

Colonel Eduard Seibert, he's
the adjutant to Rausch,

the head of the Kamerads
organization.

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

He's a real aristocrat,

what's he doing in such
undistinguished company?

And then, it wasn't a hoax after all.

Esther,

on the telephone, after that boy
was cut off,

I felt something...

something in the silence,
something alive,

and...

hateful.

Maybe, I'm getting senile.

You haven't got the time.

Ninety-four...
ordinary men.

Beynon!

Oh, Christ!

Mr. Beynon, so nice to see you again.

- How are you getting along?
- Can't complain, who'd listen.

- May I take up a moment of your time?
- I'm so sorry, I'm late for lunch.

Oh, always such a prodigious
appetite.

What?

Eight times last week I call you

and each time you are at lunch.
Maybe you have a tate warm?

Now, Sidney, please, just a few
moments of your time.

Very well, come on.

Ezra, you carry this whole
damn concentration camp thing

pinned to your coat-tails.

Why do you keep knocking
yourself out?

Nothing ever pays off.

Frieda Maloney is in jail.

Frieda Maloney! She was
only a guard in a camp.

She strangled young girls with
their own hair,

bayonetted infants.
- Maybe she was a despicable criminal,

but she just isn't news
thirty years later.

Sidney, there is a plot by
the Kamerads Organization,

which is the illegal army...

Yes, I know what it is.

They plan to kill ninety-four men
in the next two-an-half years.

Jews, I suppose?

I want your European, Canadian
and American bureaus

to send you clippings

of all sixty-five year old civil
servants who die accidentally.

You pass them to me and
I'll go through them.

And whose plot is this?

Josef Mengele.

He's the red herring
in this little barrel?

What a title for the chief doctor
of Auschwitz

who killed two-an-half million people,

experimented on children, Jewish
and non-Jewish,

using twins mostly, injecting
blue dyes into their eyes

to make them acceptable Aryans.

Ezra.

Amputating limbs and organs
from thousands,

operating without anaesthetic, but
with the strenght of Wagner

providing an obligato to the screams
of the mutons he was creating.

Don't lecture me!

Sidney,

you owe me something.

Even if only to humour an old man

who once brought you page
one international story.

You owe me this much, Sidney.

Now, I'm collecting.

Have you any idea how many
men in their mid-sixties,

die every day?

I try not to think about it.

Save it for your wife,
Herr Doring.

What I've got is too good
for her.

I can feel that, Herr Doring.

Go on, go on.

Pig.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Seibert!

News?

Good news, our salesmen have
all checked in.

The first quotas have been filled,
all on the exact dates.

Two a day early and one
a day late.

Splendid, splendid!
Come.

We'll have a nice lunch.

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

I've already taken care of that.

Four out of seven on the exact dates.

They are good men.

Well chosen.

General Rausch called me
yesterday from the Costa Brava.

Why didn't you tell us
about Lieberman?

I did not think this was necessary.

The General is concerned.

But Ezra Lieberman,
no one takes him seriously.

Even the rich Jews who used
to send him money,

have found better ways
to ease their consciences.

The man's bank has failed,

his followers have fallen
away from him.

He's entirely without credibility,
I just decided he was not important.

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

You could have compromised
their agents all over the world.

And if I have told you
about Lieberman,

you would have compromised
my project.

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

That would reduce the outcome by...

twenty percent, there are 18 men
in the first four months

it would change the results
completely.

Assuming that there is an outcome.

There'll be exactly the results
I have promised.

General Rausch wanted to recall
these six men.

Impossible!

Until we find out how much
Lieberman knows.

Impossible, this project has
a timetable

that muste be observed,
it cannot be changed.

Herr Doktor...

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

I, the outlaw,

the so-called war criminal.

Right here in this God-forsaken
place,

I have created a scientific miracle.

I have turned the whole world
into a laboratory.

Our laboratory.

Don't talk me about six men.

I would send out six more
if they were caught,

and six more, and six more,
until the task was done.

I agree, Herr Doktor, I agree.

I hope that we can resolve
this Lieberman business,

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

Come.

Walk me to the plane.

You see how passionate I am
on this subject.

Uh huh!

To think that one day this place
will be a shrine

to be visited by millions
of school-children.

Yes, that is a nice thought.
Yes, Doktor.

Gladbeck, three-thirty, Ezra.

We'll get there, we'll get there,
when do I ever miss a train?

Now you know what to do
while I'm away?

Go through all those clippings,
separate them by countries, cities,

try to isolate all violent crime.

Ezra, there are already more than
a hundred clippings

and Beynon called to say there are
more to come.

Well, we have to start somewhere.

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

Well, that's why I'm going
to these cities first,

because they are the closest
and the cheapest, it's the begining.

Yes, but you know that...

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

I can cover them while I'm
on the lecture tour.

Still, without any help.

Without help, without money,
without time, what else is new?

The landlord!

Where are you going?

- To turn that damn tape off.
- Leave it, I like music.

Well, he doesn't.

He'll prowI round the landing
listening at my door,

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

Just what we're doing now, love.

Mr. Harrington doesn't like
any mucking-around in his house,

he has a wife and kid, you know.
Old coot!

Bet he wouldn't say no
if I invited him in here.

Then maybe we'll invite him in.

Later.

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

Good.

I think she's off the phone by now.

You're her grandson?

Her son.

Herr Lieberman!

Frau Doring, thank you so much
for seeing me.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You are the same man they had
on television, several months ago.

The Nazi hunter.
Frieda Maloney.

Do you kill Nazis when
you catch them?

That's against the law, it's
much better to put them on trial

- so people can learn.
- Learn what?

Who they were, what they did.

So why even catch them?

Just put it all in history books.

Clever boy you have here,
Frau Doring.

Yes, but definitely lazy.

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

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

Oh! I was only teasing, darling.

Now, please go and practise.

Now we can talk.

First of all, may I express
my sympathy,

things must be very difficult
for you right now.

Thank you.

Is he your only child?

Yes.

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

And to a sister of his.

Why do you ask that?

I was looking for a reason
behind his death.

Emil's death was an accident.

Was he a Nazi?

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

Did he ever mention the name
of a Doktor Josef Mengele?

Who?

There was a considerable age
difference between you two.

That wasn't the only difference.

I was twenty, straight off the farm

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

Forty-three, I think he was.

- Did he have any hobbies?
- No.

Yes.

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

He humiliated and beat my son
at every given opportunity.

Would you like me to tell you
who really killed him?

God.

To set free a stupid little farm girI after
twenty-two years of unhappiness.

Do Nazis answer prayers,
Herr Lieberman?

No.

That is God's business.

And I have thanked him every night,

since he pushed Emil
under that car.

He could have done it sooner.

But I thank him anyway.

Who the hell are you?

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

I'll talk to her.

That would be nice.

John!

John!

Simon, stop playing with those puppets
and go and wash your hands for tea.

- Hallo.
- I'm on my way, mother.

If you'll hold on, I'll just get her.

Nancy!

Nancy! Telephone, Nancy.

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

Come on, Nancy, you can't spend
your life in bed.

Nancy!

Good, good, incredibly precise.

Everything right on schedule.

You didn't have to make the trip,
Seibert, you could have used the radio.

Not that I do not welcome a little
intelligent company down here.

Gunther remembered the digital
clock you admired so much

in his home.

Well, thank you, my friend.

Very nice of you.

Such a rational device.

- Remarkable.
- There is a problem.

Lieberman.

He was in Gladbeck,
in Doring's house.

Possibly he found out about Doring.

You don't know?

How could I?

- The boy, Kohler?
- Impossible.

Then, how did Lieberman
get to Doring?

Sheer coincidence.

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

Are you interrogating me,
colonel Seibert?

General Rausch put me in charge of
security for this project.

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

But you do!

A nosey, incompetent, old Jew
has bumbled onto one victim,

what more do you have to know?

Any idiot could see the next
logical step. Kill him!

We don't want to create a martyr.

Ridiculous!

Besides, he could have contacted
various police agencies,

or intelligence services.

They would not pay any attention
to him.

If he died suddenly, they would.

Well.

Then, what are you going to do?

Lieberman will have to be watched
more carefully from now on.

If he seems to be getting closer
to us, a decision will be made.

We will balance the danger
of killing Lieberman

against the scientific validity
of your project.

Are you, my esteemed
Chief of Security

telling me that a project twenty years
and millions of dollars in the making,

will be dropped because of
this insignificant impudent, old Jew?

It wouldn't do to antagonize me,
Doktor Mengele.

I've been one of your few supporters,

since this Lieberman business
began.

And should I drop to my knees
in gratitude?

Listen to me, Seibert,

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

I am a scientist, I have done my job.

You are an executioner!

Do yours!

Ezra!

Oh! A reception committee.

How nice.

So, how did it go?

A very rewarding trip.

The Krassner death at Freiburn

was a genuine accident witnessed
by many people.

At Gladbeck, I met a young
housewife

who was not exactly heart broken
by the death of her old husband.

And at Prozheim they slammed
the door in my face.

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

- I know, come, let's get a coffee.
- Yes, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Lieberman?

My name is David Bennett.

I think you know a friend of mine,
Barry Kohler.

- Are you the boy who's been calling?
- What news of Mr. Kohler?

None.

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

- Well, he was in contact with you.
- How do you know that?

- From letters we received.
- We?

The Young Jewish Defenders.

They're a bunch of fanatics.
Kohler told me he worked alone.

Yes, and he did, thanks to you.

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

I did not send your friend to Paraguay.

He sent me these.

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

He couldn't identify these three
young guys, so I traced them.

This is Kleist, Hessen,
this is Schwimmer,

members of a neo-Nazi organization
in Paraguay.

This has nothing to do with me.

Does Barry Kohler's life have
anything to do with you?

- You have no right to talk that way.
- Is Barry Kohler still alive?

- How do I know?
- Mr. Lieberman, Barry is dead.

You know that.

And I know that.
And that's why I'm here.

To pick up where he left off.

That means with you.

I work alone.

Im' not asking you for a job,

I simply want some information
from you.

I can't help you.

I won't leave you until
you talk to me.

I'm going to plant myself
on your doostep,

and I'll be waiting for you there
every morning.

You're stuck with me, until you
give me the information that I need.

Ezra,

I got another envelope of clippings
from Beynon.

A big one.

All right, young man.

We'll talk.

Good morning.

I'm looking for the village of Storein.

You're going the wrong way.

Turn around and take the south road
for about sixteen kilometres,

then bear right, you can't miss it.

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

- What?
- You are not Swedish.

I come from Dortmund originally,
but,

I live in Stockholm now.

I have spent some time in Germany
myself.

Come now, Mundt!
What's happened to your memory?

My God!
Major Hartung!

I knew it was you!

Can't I believe it! What in the world
are you doing up here?

Well, it's no great story,
my sister was married to a Swede.

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

I am Lars Lofquist now, Inspector
of the Power Company.

And now what about you?

I came up here on a job, for
the Comrades Organization.

In Sweden?

My God, what's going on?

Can you tell me or would it
violate orders?

What the hell with orders,
I'm sick of orders.

I'm up here in Storein to kill
a school-teacher, on Saturday.

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

Who is this teacher?
Lundberg? Olafsson?

Lundberg.

But I don't know what he looks like.

No doubt, he's probably a harmless
old man, it doesn't make any sense!

It makes sense to your superiors

or they wouldn't have given you
the assignment.

An order is an order.

Good God, man! You are
an officer of the S.S.!

Have you forgotten?

My honour is loyalty.

Those words were supposed
to be engraved on your soul.

I know Lundberg.

I will point him out to you.

It isn't Lundberg.

And it doesn't have to be Saturday.

No one would have wanted
to kill Jack.

The man was beloved.

If you had seen the wreaths
his students sent...

I have only one or two more
questions to ask.

Did your husband belong
to any international group?

He was in the American Legion.

Rotary.

I guess that's international.

The Legion sent a Colour Guard
to the funeral.