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That is divine.

It's all right. It's all right.

It'll be all right.

You're late.

Sorry.

I don't get a good morning?

Good morning, Block Führer.

What do you have to be so miserable about, huh?

Have you heard anything yet?

Gita...

You need to pick another tattooist.

Why? Where's Pepan?

You'll find someone on the way out.

Gita.

Come on.

Fast!

This Schnapps tastes off.

Don't talk!

I have told the girls that if they don't discard

the crumbs from the pockets, it attracts mice.

Or maybe it's simply

that rodents attract other rodents.

Rodents.

Who am I meant to pick?

How the fuck should I know? Just be quick about it.

You’re in my way.

Shitbag.

Are you okay?

What do you want?

I need another tattooist.

Back in line!

I'm taking him.

I think you will find he's spoken for.

Better not be holding things up.

Are you coming?

- Where were you before the camp? - What does it matter?

I'm Lali.

Why are you helping me?

Hurry up.

Keep moving.

Move!

Quick. Quick. Quick. Quick. Quick. Quick. Quick.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Quick, quick, quick.

- Has he seen Gita? - He doesn't think so.

Now, let's get to work.

- He doesn't think? - No.

He says he went to the warehouse and doesn't think she was there.

So, where is she?

Scumbag!

Can he find out?

Cunt!

What are you looking at?

- Everyone ready. Come on, let's... - Hey! Move!

Barcarolle.

The Tales of Hoffmann. Offenbach.

You're a musician.

Carpenter.

They needed someone to help build sets

at the opera house.

- Never even seen one before. - This one, take him out.

But I fell in love.

With Offenbach?

No. With one of the singers.

Hurry up!

- And this Gita? - Keep the line moving...

She’s very ill.

She’s here in the camp.

Why are you standing there? Move out!

Just follow my lead, all right?

The faster you go, the less painful it is.

Come on, keep moving.

Leon. My name is Leon.

Leon, I suspected he was gay.

And that didn't bother you? I mean, it was 1943.

You think he's the only homosexual I ever met?

I worked in a store selling fashion.

You young people think you invented sexual liberation?

We had clubs, all kinds.

- Understand? - Yes.

You two can go with them.

Baretzki looks familiar, huh?

The ugly love child of Hitler and Stalin's affair.

Don't stop!

- Heil Hitler! - Heil Hitler!

Quiet!

Come on. Move it.

This officer will take you to the workroom.

Follow him. Be quick.

This way...

Come on. Move fast.

You. You have no fear?

Every second. But I need to see Gita.

Please.

Just for a moment.

How did this happen?

She got a cut.

It's infected.

Lali.

There must be something I can do.

Leave us.

I’m thankful I got to see you again.

You will get better.

I know it.

No. No, you can't know it.

Your hands are warm and strong.

I can feel the blood in them.

It's okay. I'm not afraid.

And I want you to live to be an old man.

And I'll be with you always.

- Nothing bad will touch you. - No.

Please. No. Listen, Gita.

Go.

Go.

- Can you get medicine? - No.

Go, please.

I walked back through that camp,

where I met her, and now I am about to lose her.

And the barracks is now full of gypsy families.

They were all put in together, not like the rest of the camp.

And I am empty.

I need to get-- I need to get through.

I need to get--

Out the way!

- Fuck you! Fuck you! - Come on!

Hey.

What are you doing in here?

Have you been going through my things?

Where are my things?

Come, come.

Come, come...

Hand off!

Finish that!

Good morning.

Or morning, at least.

I'm Nadya.

Make sure you and your friends stay out of my room.

You. Come on.

You have a funny way of flirting.

What did you say?

I said if you want me to fuck you, you could just ask.

Fucking...

- He's a tattooist. Get off him! - Fuck!

See you tonight, love.

- You okay? - Sure. I'm good.

Lali?

Leon was...

He was there.

Where?

After I knew Gita was sick...

every thought I had was to find a way to make her live.

But how?

Take a guard hostage till he got out the medicine?

Set fire to a block and escape with her?

Mad thoughts.

Imagine your son, your daughter,

what wouldn't you do to keep them alive?

Anything.

You look like shit.

I mean, more so than usual.

Fucking gypsies.

Nocturnal animals who don't sleep.

You're going to tell me you're part gypsy?

Aren't we all? Gypsy, homosexual, Pole. Jew.

What are you gossiping about like a little schoolgirl, huh?

Some patients need tattooing at the hospital.

I suggested you two.

What the fuck... Jew! Stay down!

I’m not going inside. Fucking stinks in there.

Be sure to say hi to Dr Schumann from me.

Fuck off inside, then.

Stop it! Stop!

Please!

I beg you. Please!

Please... No! Please, I beg you!

Please! Doctor, please! I beg--

It'll be over soon.

No!

Your left arm.

Here.

Thank you.

Your love affair at the opera house

hasn't gone to waste.

Even in a place like this.

It was the tenor.

Who I fell in love with.

Could you finish packing up?

- Give me your arm. - I need medicine.

For a cut, fever, sweating, but shivering.

Infection. Probably sepsis.

- It needs an antibacterial. - Please. I desperately need it.

Please.

Fucking Jew!

For Gita.

For Gita, please.

Please. For Gita.

Please. Please.

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz.

Was Ana Katz the nurse?

Ana Katz!

My name is Ana Katz!

They're beautiful.

They need to be cleaned.

Lali?

I've never told anyone...

what I had to do to get that medicine.

What I really had to do.

Well...

you can tell me now.

If you want to.

Give me your arm.

I need medicine. For a cut,

fever, sweating but shivering.

Infection. Probably sepsis.

- It needs an antibacterial. - Please. I desperately need it.

- Please. - Take your hands off me.

That's it.

It's not for me. It's for a female prisoner.

She's gonna die without the medicine.

All these women will die without medicine.

- Sorry, I... I didn't mean to-- - You're one of the tattooists.

Please, come in.

I...

I need an antibacterial medicine.

The patient tells the doctor

what it is that is concerning him,

and they go from there.

Are you unwell?

No, no, sir. Just...

Just in case I get sick.

Self-preservation.

An antimicrobial is what you need.

Thank you.

I have a simple job I need your help with.

I heard you're good with women.

This way. That's it, everything will be all right.

The doctor's going to help you. All right?

This way. This way.

You're all right. You're all right.

Shh, it's okay.

It’ll be okay.

The doctor will help.

Sorry. I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I’m sorry.

Help me.

You can leave her there.

Yes. There’s fine.

Tattooist. You can come inside now.

No.

No, no, no, don't!

I've had it turned off.

Come along, tattooist.

No more than four doses a day.

The medicine.

What happens to the women?

Their sterilisation is complete. I need the beds.

Someone will collect them in the morning.

You did well tonight.

I'll be sure to call on you again.

This way.

Move!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

Ana Katz!

You don't have to continue with me.

No, Lali.

I can see it in your face.

No, I'm just...

I'm so sorry that you've had to carry this secret

all by yourself.

But you...

didn't kill them.

You know that.

Wait here.

My arse is about to explode.

The shit they call coffee is like clockwork.

From the Poles.

Lali, you have to forget the hospital.

Line up.

Remember the tenor?

I was with him in Berlin.

I should be with the other homosexuals

in a different camp, with a pink triangle.

Instead, I weighed the odds and made a choice to go home.

And so, here I am, in this camp, with a yellow star.

In this hell we're in, we're only given two choices.

The bad choice or the worse one.

- Come on. Move it. Keep up. - Hey!

What are you doing?

- Nothing, we were just-- - Not you.

What have you got there?

Drop your trousers.

Get back in line.

Hope you're not stealing my Schnapps, Krauss.

Pull your fucking pants up.

Fucking Jews.

Give them a simple task to carry your stuff,

they can't even do that right.

What are you waiting for? Come on, back to your barracks.

Where do you keep it?

If you get caught, I'll pay for it as much as you.

What?

Think I haven't noticed a little extra weight

in your bag some days?

A hole in the ground.

Outside, near the barracks.

Ah-ha...

Good. I assume it's the Poles. What do they get in return?

Jewellery, money.

Whatever can be found in the warehouse.

Good. Think this will work well for us.

More Schnapps? I need you to get me cigarettes.

I don't control what comes in when it comes in.

Well, you’ll figure it out. I have every faith in you.

Getting things to me from the warehouse isn't easy.

It would help if there was someone

- in the administration building. - Too risky.

Not if you got Gita put there.

If she's still ali--

You listen, cunt.

You think I'm a fool falling for that shit?

Don't ever try to pull a fast one on me.

Remember who saved your life with Krauss.

Next time, I let them shoot you.

And then what will happen to your precious Gita?

Halt!

Quicker!

I agree to the two bottles of Schnapps.

I thought I'd lost you.

Really?

- Here? - Yes.

We could die again tomorrow.

- Are you okay? - It's fine.

I'm just happy.

Oh, goodness.

What's all this?

I'm sorting Gita's things.

Oh, Lali.

She died three months ago.

- We were married for 55 years. - I'm so sorry.

Well, we got to grow old.

But time won.

Yeah, it has a way of doing that.

Well...

I did wonder when you would tell me.

This would look very good on you.

Gosh, um...

People don't wear fur coats much anymore.

Why not? Look at it. This is a classic.

- It's beautiful, yes, bu-- - Put it on, go on.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, it's very soft.

Oh...

- Beautiful. - Oh...

Gita would approve.

I wish you could have met her.

Me too, yeah.

But I-- I so love talking about her with you

and-- and writing about her.

You must have pages and pages by now.

I'll-- I'll have something to show you soon.

Look at you.

This is a different Heather.

The boss, Heather. The writer, Heather.

I like it.

Okay...

See this?

Gita bought this for me.

She knew it reminded me of Nadya.

It's chocolate, okay? But it's gonna disappear,

it's gonna disappear and go behind...

Where is it? Where is it?

Oh... look at that. Okay, go.

Now, go share it, share it out, share. That’s it.

You're good with the kids.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. I was a bit harsh the other day.

- Nadya? - I'm all right, it...

I think it was a blessing

that my children didn't survive the journey here.

That they didn't get to experience this place.

They brought me so much joy.

I keep that here.

You know what?

- You remind me of my sister. - Is she crazy?

No.

No, she's wonderful.

And you know, after we all got along

a bit more, we were more the same than different.

and we were all in the same hell together.

Come on now, move it!

Come on, not so slow! Come on.

I wonder if I might borrow you.

Me?

I'll volunteer, Doctor.

- I know what to do. - No, it's not that sort of work.

Coming right away.

Leon.

What happened to you?

A little holiday at the Hospital Block.

Did you know that the castrato voice in opera

was produced by twisting a young boy's testicles

until they simply wasted away.

Schumann fried my balls and then he... he cut them off.

Oh, Leon, I’m sor...

Shit.

It’s-- it's all right. It’s okay.

That's horrific, Lali.

Listen, they did things that you would-- no idea.

No idea how people,

really, people, can do it to people.

How a doctor can do it.

Millions of people would have been alive today.

It's unbelievable.

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