Original subtitles

- [Ludwig] He's late. - [Eva] His name is Jürgen.

- Did he ask you? - He had to go, all of a sudden.

My dearest Jürgen, if you don't want me, just be honest and tell me.

[in Polish] It's not far from here.

[in German] She's looking for a guesthouse called Old Frankfurt.

This is Dr. Rachel Cohen from Łódź in Poland. She has booked a room.

- We're closed today. - I was sent by the chief prosecutor.

If you accept, you should start learning the relevant vocabulary.

All the words you can come up with for ways of killing people.

It was about a job. Working as a court interpreter.

SS officers who worked in a camp are being put on trial.

I saw something in the newspaper. Yes.

The camp is called Auschwitz.

Once we're married, you won't be working anymore.

Yes, once...

[judge] I hereby declare the trial in the criminal case

against Mulka and others open.

The court's opening statement will now be read.

Have you given it some thought? Can we count you in?

I said yes, Eva.

So did I.

[loud clanging]

- Do we finally need to talk to her? - No, Ludwig.

[Dr. Cohen] "Though struck and wounded by the hand of man,

- what does it matter?" - [knocks on door]

[staff] Hello?

I'd like to come in and clean.

[Dr. Cohen] "Let me rise up and walk the one path.

- The royal way." - [staff] Hello?

"Though it be cold and dark and the air hard to breathe..."

[♪ mysterious music]

"Let me rise up and walk the one path.

The royal way."

Frankfurt Law-abiding citizens or criminals?

"Though it be cold and dark

and the air hard to breathe...

Let me rise up and walk the one path.

The royal way."

- [glass shatters] - [Eva's mom] Oh...

[♪ ominous music]

[Dr. Cohen] "Though it be cold and dark

and the air hard to breathe..."

[thumps on door]

"Let me rise up and walk the one path."

[thumps on door]

- [staff] Hello? - [Dr. Cohen] "The royal way."

[door opens, closes]

THE INTERPRETER OF SILENCE

[bucket clanks]

[Eva] I swear by God, the Almighty and Omniscient, a solemn oath.

I swear that I will faithfully and conscientiously

translate all documents and statements discussed in this trial

from Polish to German and from German to Polish...

[judge] Would you please speak up, Miss Bruhns?

I swear by God, the Almighty and Omniscient, a solemn oath.

I swear that I will faithfully and conscientiously translate all documents

and statements discussed in this trial

from Polish to German and from German to Polish.

I will neither add...

[audience murmuring] Women!

[judge] "...nor omit anything. So help me God."

And I won't... Nor will I omit anything. So help me God.

[judge] Thank you, Miss Bruhns. Please remain here.

The court will now commence the hearings of evidence.

Call in the witness Jan Habuda.

When will we meet your fiancée?

I'll be at the shipping department all day if you need me.

I'll join you. [sighs]

[Jürgen] Dad, you'll only confuse the staff.

Our catalog is more important.

We have to start printing by Tuesday. Otherwise, we won't be done by March 1st.

I need your approval today.

You didn't answer my question.

[Jürgen] There was no engagement.

I can't make head or tail of you.

It's always been that way.

[Jürgen's dad] Why do you always promise us a daughter-in-law,

and in the end, it never happens?

[Jürgen's mom] "Always" is a bit exaggerated.

[Jürgen's dad] You're well on the way to becoming an old spinster.

Or do you love men? If you do, just tell me!

I'm very accepting.

I won't answer that question.

[Jürgen's dad] Except if you were a Nazi.

He wanted to become a priest. Imagine that!

- He will have had his reasons. - [Jürgen] I had my reasons.

And stop talking about me as if I weren't there.

I can't marry a woman who's already opposing my wishes.

She... [sighs]

[Jürgen] Eva has accepted a job, against my will.

My future wife won't work.

Jürgen, you're a reactionary loser.

[scoffs]

I'll go before things escalate and you start insulting me.

[Jürgen's dad] Did I go too far?

- [Jürgen's mom] Yes. - [Jürgen's dad] That's good.

[judge] Your name is Jan Habuda. Your date of birth?

[typewriter clacking]

[Jan] January 15, 1919.

[judge] Your place of residence?

Kraków.

[judge] What is your profession?

Architect.

[judge] Witness, when did you arrive at the camp, and what was the process like?

On August 29, 1943,

my, uh, parents and I

were deported from the Litzmannstadt Ghetto.

[in Polish] We were on a freight train, in a closed car, for three days.

The train stopped multiple times,

but we weren't allowed to step outside.

There was no lavatory in the car, only a bucket in the corner.

One bucket for 80 people. We had no food...

[in Polish] Excuse me.

[judge in German] Are there any problems?

[Eva in German] No, he... um... He's just talking very fast.

[audience murmurs]

[audience] She doesn't actually understand him.

[Eva in Polish] You need to pause, please.

[in German] We were on a freight train. Three days in a closed wagon.

The train would often stop, but we weren't allowed to get off.

It was very hot.

Um... It was very hot.

We had no sanitary facilities.

All we had was one bucket in the corner, for 80 people.

[in Polish] We had no food or water.

Four people died on the way.

Once we arrived at the ramp,

they let us out of the car and divided us into groups.

Children, women and the elderly to the left,

men to the right.

[in German] We had no food, no water.

Four people died on the way there. When we got to the ramp,

we had to get off the wagon.

Then, we were segregated.

Women, children and old people to the left, men to the right.

[in Polish] Two officers quarreled whether my father...

[Eva in German] Two officers were arguing whether...

[in Polish] ...who was in his 60s...

[in German] ...whether my father, who was over 60...

[in Polish] should go to the left or right.

[in German] should go to the left or to the right.

[in Polish] I thought...

That the people on the left would go...

[Eva in German] I thought the ones...

[in Polish] ...to the protection camp.

[in German] ...on the left would be sent to a convalescence camp.

[in Polish] I didn't... I didn't want them to force my father to work.

[in German] I didn't want them to send my father to work.

[in Polish] I went up to one of the officers

and told him that my father was too old.

[Eva in German] I told one of the officers, "He's too old."

[in Polish] He agreed and directed him to the left.

[Eva in German] The officer nodded and sent him to the left.

[in Polish] My parents embraced each other and waved at me.

[in German] My parents hugged each other and waved at me.

[in Polish] They were grateful and visibly relieved that they could stay together.

[in German] They were grateful and relieved to be able to stay together.

[Jan in Polish] They got into a truck.

It was a Red Cross truck, that reassured me.

[in German] They got onto a truck.

[Jan in Polish] And so they drove away.

[in German] Um... it was a Red Cross truck.

And then they left.

[in Polish] Later that evening, in the camp,

another prisoner told me...

He showed me a column of smoke on the horizon.

He said, "Look.

Your mother and father are ascending to heaven."

[audience murmurs]

Your mother and father are ascending to heaven?

[Jan] You won't understand.

Miss Bruhns. What are we waiting for?

[Eva inhales sharply]

I'm not quite sure, but I... um... This is what I understood.

In the camp, later that evening,

a fellow prisoner showed me a column of smoke on the horizon

and said,

"Look, there's your father and your mother, ascending to the heavens."

[defense lawyer] May I ask for the floor, Your Honor?

Go ahead, Defense Counsel.

The young lady is "not quite sure"?

[defendant chuckles]

[defendant clears throat]

Are we working with literary critics or interpreters?

[defendants laugh]

Your Honor, I request

to have that young lady, the supposed Polish translator,

replaced due to incompetence.

We must be able to rely on an absolutely flawless translation,

and I do not think that's the case here.

[audience murmuring]

[judge] Silence, please.

I have to ask you if you feel up to this task.

[♪ pensive music]

Yes, I feel up to this task.

[judge] The request is denied for the time being.

Prosecutor, please begin questioning the witness.

He's been having diarrhea since 2:00 a.m. this morning.

[doctor] Stool and blood sample.

[Annegret] I've already sent them off to the laboratory this morning.

[doctor] And?

[Annegret] It's the same thing again.

Coliform bacteria.

[nurse] Excuse me.

This is now the fourth case since the summer.

Hm. Someone must be grossly disregarding the hygiene regulations here.

[baby cries]

What about nurse Ingrid?

- Hm... Mm-hmm. - Huh? Ever since she arrived...

- No, I haven't noticed anything. - [nurse] Will you help me with the towels?

- Anyway, I have to notify the boss. - Mm-hmm.

There might be... an investigation.

- I'll let the mother know. - Yes.

[doctor] I know this is the end of your shift, but...

Yes. I'll stay. I'll keep trying with the pipette?

[doctor] Thanks, Annegret.

Mr. Habuda, why did you think your parents would be sent

to a convalescence camp?

[in Polish] Mr. Habuda, why did you think your parents

would be taken to a protection camp?

That's what the officer at the ramp promised me.

[Eva in German] The officer on the ramp had promised it.

[in Polish] Back then, I wasn’t aware that there was no such thing in Auschwitz.

[in German] I didn't know there was no such place in Auschwitz.

[judge] Miss Bruhns, would you please ask the witness

whether it was one of the defendants.

[in Polish] Was it one of the defendants?

[defendant's stomach rumbling]

[audience whispering]

[in German] It's the one with the dark glasses.

[defendant] That's a lie!

[judge] Rise, defendant.

Yes, that's a lie.

The witness must have mistaken me for someone else.

[Eva in Polish] That's a lie. The witness must've mistaken me for someone else.

[Jan in Polish] I'm not wrong.

[in German] This is not a case of mistaken identity.

I ask that it be noted for the record

that the witness clearly recognized the defendant without any doubt.

[judge] Prosecutor, do you have any further questions?

Thank you, no.

[judge clears throat]

Defense Counsel?

Proceed.

[chair scrapes]

Witness.

You state that you arrived at the camp on September 1st, 1943.

[in German] Yes.

[defense lawyer] Hm...

On that day, the defendant wasn't actually on site.

From August 28

to September 5, he was in Munich.

He underwent surgery. There is evidence to support this.

The witness is lying!

[audience murmuring]

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

What is the man saying?

That you're lying.

[guest] But we checked everything!

- [Eva in Polish] He says you're lying. - [Jan in Polish] I see.

[Eva] Says he was in Munich.

[♪ tense music]

[judge in German] Witness, would you like to comment?

[Eva in Polish] Would you like to make a comment?

[prosecutor] Your... Your Honor, we ask for a short recess.

[judge] Request granted.

The hearing will be adjourned for five minutes.

[audience murmuring]

[prosecutor] Mr. Habuda, you misremembered the date.

You have to adjust your statement.

On his transport, there was another survivor

who stated in the preliminary hearing that they arrived as early as the 25th.

[Eva in Polish] Mr. Habuda, your testimony is incredibly important,

you have to persist. You must've gotten the dates confused.

[Jan] I have not.

[in German] I am not mistaken.

If he doesn't change his statement, we can forget about the arrest warrant.

Mr. Habuda, after 20 years, well... your memory might be clouded.

[in German] I am not mistaken.

[prosecutor clears throat]

Do you want your parents' murderer to go unpunished? Translate!

[in Polish] Do you want the murderer of your parents to walk free?

That... won't bring them back to life.

[in German] This will not bring my parents back to life.

[prosecutor breathes heavily]

Mr. Habuda, I understand that you don't want to testify against Hartlieb.

But you have to testify against Boger.

[in German] I will not go back... in there, ever.

To you. To... all of them.

You know what Boger did.

You are one of the few survivors of Block 11.

My God, he tortured you! Damnit, Bruhns, translate!

Well...

[Eva in Polish] You've met Boger.

You're one of the few people who survived...

[in German] Excuse me. We have to continue.

- Block 11. - We need you. We need your testimony.

- Pull yourself together! - [Eva] Let go of him!

Miller!

- Don't interfere, Miss! Don't interfere! - [prosecutor] Please!

The next witness is Mrs. Cohen.

[in Polish] You don't forget the anniversary of your parents' death.

[♪ somber music]

I'm sorry.

Are your parents alive?

Then please tell them that you love them.

[footsteps receding]

You now own the world's heaviest washing machine!

Yes.

The days of washing by hand are over.

No more scrubbing, wringing and fulling.

Aren't you happy? You've got Tuesdays off now.

[Ludwig sighs]

Yes, but what do I do with this freedom?

Everything's changing. I can no longer keep up.

[Ludwig] What's that sleeve for?

Do you think I'm old?

[Ludwig sighs]

Here and here and here.

[Ludwig] My God...

I do see it when I look in the mirror.

At some point in life, a woman has to decide

whether she wants to become a goat or a cow.

Which one am I?

[Ludwig] You...

Dear Edith, you read too many women's magazines.

Hm...

You are and always will be...

a very, very special...

uncategorizable animal.

I thought I'd forgotten the whole thing.

It was such a long time ago.

Now...

I suddenly remember so many things.

Does this trial have to be held here?

Why do all of these people have to come to our town?

He owns a business in Hamburg now.

An import business for tropical fruit. He has become a rich man.

How do you know?

[Edith] I read it in the newspaper.

And his wife is here as well.

And do you know where they're staying in Frankfurt?

Hm? At the Four Seasons.

[scoffs]

[Ludwig] 270 marks per night for a room.

This world isn't fair.

[♪ upbeat suspenseful music]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

I have to repeat. I was never on the ramp. Never!

My work was restricted to the Political Department.

I was never on the ramp.

[typewriter clacking]

I only worked in the office.

[grunts]

Primary Defendant Mulka.

[prosecutor] You were the aide-de-camp.

You wrote the duty roster. You ordered the Zyklon B.

You issued the permits for the trucks.

There is no evidence of this!

In that case, what did you do, Primary Defendant?

I organized cultural events for the officers.

[audience] He's making up excuses!

[audience clamoring]

[indistinct shouting]

[judge] Please include this in the record.

- At the Adler Café? - Possibly...

- [bystander 1] What does she want? - [bystander 2] Damn...

Good evening, Eva.

Mr. Schoormann.

[chuckles]

Well, how are you?

Good, thanks. What are you doing here?

My father wants to meet you.

And what do you want?

I also want you two to meet.

Come on.

Let's go!

[Jürgen] Get in.

Resistance is futile.

Are you kidnapping me?

Mm-hmm. Don't cause a scene.

Otherwise, I'll have to use force.

[♪ gentle music]

[Eva chuckles]

[handbrake clanks]

There is just one thing I'd like to ask you, Eva.

Please don't talk about the trial.

I'm no architecture expert. Is this any specific style?

[Jürgen chuckles]

No.

My father just felt sorry for the architect.

His wife had left him.

Well, and now we're stuck with this monstrosity.

[chuckles]

[narrator on TV] The Maasai Mara, a savannah landscape in Kenya.

[door closes]

Lions are the kings of the savannah. In August...

Father?

I would like to introduce you to Eva Bruhns.

- Good evening. - [Jürgen's dad] Hi.

I have to watch this. Doctor's orders.

The animal kingdom is supposed to be calming.

An antelope has just been mauled by two lions.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Schoormann.

Hm... Yes. Well, my wife isn't in yet.

Allegedly, she's taking driving lessons.

But she's probably meeting a young lover.

Would you care for some liquor?

Thanks.

My father has a unique sense of humor.

Right. I sometimes crack jokes, and nobody laughs.

- [chuckles] - Hm...

Hm... Why did you discard these?

Reiners' designs were much better.

Tulips on the front page for spring...

How original is that? Miss Bruhns, on a scale from one to ten?

Three.

[Jürgen's dad snickers]

Very generous.

Reiners is now retired, and Krampe still has to learn the ropes.

And we most certainly won't have an electric egg piercer.

Have you lost your mind?

For less than 20 marks. It's going to be a big seller.

What is it?

It's got a little rotating motor, and a needle comes out.

It's like a sewing machine

[Jürgen] Here. So the eggs don't burst.

You use it three times, then it sits on a shelf and then you throw it away.

It's a piece of trash as soon as it comes off the production line.

- Let's talk about this some other time. - [Jürgen's dad] No!

[Jürgen's dad murmurs] This is bullshit.

"Suggestions on how even older women can still

hold out hope for a marriage proposal."

"Be slim, be quiet, be clean and always put on a smile."

Mm-hmm...

[coos]

[door opens]

[scoffs] I'll never get married.

What for? You can have lots of fun as an unmarried woman, too.

- [baby whines] - Oh...

Oh... Shoo-shoo-shoo... Oh...

Oh... Come here.

[tongue clicking]

I didn't want to upset you.

[footsteps approaching]

[doctor] How is he doing?

[Annegret] Better.

He managed to keep the last 100 milliliters down. That's a good sign.

So...

- [doctor] Well, how are you? - Me?

- I'm having a great time, really. - [doctor scoffs]

Would you like me to keep you company?

[Annegret chuckles]

Isn't your wife expecting you for dinner?

It's been a long time since my wife last noticed when I come home.

[doctor] Or if I come home at all.

[both panting]

[Annegret grunts]

[doctor] You must know, you're not just some woman to me. You're not just a fling.

[Annegret pants]

But you're a fling to me.

[moans]

- Marianne von Werefkin. - [Jürgen's mom] Dinner!

My father collects only works by female artists.

[Eva] Do women paint differently to men?

Yes. They're bolder.

And at the auctions, I'm the sole buyer.

[chuckles]

So, you opposed my son's wishes?

[chuckles]

Yes. Was he against your job?

Yes.

[Jürgen's dad] What exactly is it that you do?

I'm a Polish translator.

[Jürgen's dad] I know.

Where do you translate?

At a trial. Against SS officers who served in a camp.

I want to ask you to leave.

[chuckles]

That's very rude, Wally.

This is Miss Bruhns, your son's girlfriend.

[Wally] Is she one of them?

Jürgen, is she one of them?

Father, this is Eva. Her parents own a restaurant on Berger Straße.

I won't say a single word. Not a word!

[Jürgen's mom] Calm down, Wally. You're at home.

Brigitte, I have to use the restroom.

[Brigitte] Yes.

[breathes heavily]

Well, that's how it is.

If you put something in at the top, it comes out the bottom.

Come on, Waldi. Let's take care of this.

I'm sorry. I'm ill.

There is no need to apologize, Mr. Schoormann.

[Brigitte] Come, here.

What was your father talking about? He won't say a single word to whom?

He was imprisoned from 1943 until the end of the war

because he was a member of the Communist Party.

He never talked about that time.

Apparently, it's all coming back to him now.

He doesn't go to the bathroom anymore.

Tiled rooms make him panic.

He expects to see Nazis everywhere.

I could tell that he likes you.

I don't know why.

I couldn't marry you against the will of my father. Can you understand that?

I like your father, too.

Do you want to come upstairs? I'll sneak you into my room.

Not today.

[door closes]

[door closes]

[♪ sentimental music playing, Zarah Leander "The Love Of A Boy"]

♪ A woman's heart can be enthralled in five minutes... ♪

♪ A woman's heart can be enthralled in five minutes, five minutes ♪

Five minutes

♪ You're no longer free ♪

♪ Those days are gone ♪

♪ In five minutes ♪

♪ In five minutes, yeah ♪

♪ You're no longer free those days are gone ♪

♪ In five minutes, in five minutes, yeah ♪

♪ What love is capable of! ♪

♪ A woman's heart beats ♪

♪ Only for one man ♪

♪ In five minutes, minutes, minutes ♪

♪ And if he goes... ♪

[cheers and applause]

[♪ upbeat music playing, The Big Three "Cavern Stomp"]

♪ We've got a dance in Liverpool ♪

♪ The cats and chicks all think it's cool ♪

♪ It started off with just a romp ♪

♪ Now they call it the cavern stomp ♪

♪ Let's stomp, hey, stomp! ♪

♪ Keep your jive and your rock and roll ♪

♪ Do the cavern stomp All right, baby... ♪

[♪ dance music playing]

Take off your shoes.

Yes, ma'am.

Here? Okay.

[Miller grunts]

- By the way, my name is Sissi. - I see.

Like the empress.

I just hope your fate won't be quite as tragic.

No, not at all. I don't even have a fate.

[panting]

[object clanks]

[dishes clattering]

[liquid pouring]

Take off your pants.

I want to wash you.

[Sissi chuckles]

[Miller chuckles]

[♪ playful music]

[Miller exhales]

Oh...

You're Jewish.

[Miller grunts]

[chuckles]

[breathes heavily]

[muttering]

[sloshes]

[Miller panting]

The standard rate is 50 marks.

Extras will cost 30 each. Kinky stuff 60.

What kind of kinky stuff?

Did you think I only took you because of your beautiful sad eyes?

Yes.

[belt clatters]

[Miller] You don't look like one of those women.

Yes, most of us are perfectly decent people.

[Miller in English] Sorry. I'm drunk.

[chuckles]

[in German] This is the first time I'm seeing a prostitute.

That's out of the question.

No, I can't do that. No way! No way!

I mean...

[mutters]

[in English] It's because of my mother.

[in German] That's how I was raised.

I can't just buy a woman's body. That's not right.

Well. Luckily, most men take a different view.

And now, I'd like to go to bed.

Could you please turn off the light?

[thuds]

[exhales deeply]

It's quite cold outside, huh?

[Sissi] Yes.

[Miller] I've got 30.

- How much was it again? - Fifty, and I don't negotiate.

[Miller] But can I get an extra service?

What would you like?

[chuckles] I don't know.

How about...

[in English] Can you make me feel like home?

[in German] That sounds like kinky stuff, and you wouldn't be able to afford that.

[♪ pensive music]

[bottles clanging]

[bird chirping]

[bird chirping]

[Dr. Cohen] Come, bird.

Say goodbye.

Would you like to have breakfast today?

[receptionist] It's included in the room rate.

That posh lady has never had breakfast here.

She only wants milk.

[receptionist] These Jews...

They're to blame for their own misfortune.

If only they had assimilated better...

GUESTHOUSE

But they can never get enough.

At least I can finally clean the room now.

Well, brace yourself.

There's this new Beat Bunker.

It's wicked. They even play the Rolling Stones.

It must be heavenly.

Are you more of a Beatles or a Rolling Stones fan, Eva?

Eva!

[background chatter]

[judge] The court calls the witness Dr. Rachel Cohen to the stand.

[audience coughs]

I don't need you.

I will give my testimony in German.

I want you to hear me, see me, smell me.

On the 24th...

[clears throat]

On May 24, 1943,

my husband Josef and my two girls, Ruth and Miriam, and I

were deported to Auschwitz from the Warsaw Ghetto.

Since I was a doctor, I was picked for the group that was to join the camp

during the selection on the ramp.

However, my husband, who was nearly blind,

and my two daughters were supposed to go to the left.

I felt that they were in danger. I went over and grabbed them.

But I was pushed back to the other side. We carried on walking.

In parallel, but separated, alongside the two tracks, between the two trains.

I was desperate. Suddenly, I recognized one of the officers.

It was the pharmacist.

He had visited me quite often in his role as sales agent for pharmaceuticals.

We greet each other. I say to him, "Pharmacist,

I'll do any kind of work that you want me to do,

but please help me stay with my family."

He asked, "Don't you have twins?"

"Yes." "Where are they?"

I pointed at them, "They're walking over there."

He said, "Call them back."

I called out loudly, saying my husband's and my children's names.

Ruth! Miriam!

They turned around, they came back.

The pharmacist took my daughters' hands and walked us over to a different officer.

He turned around, took a quick glance at my daughters and told the pharmacist,

"Unsuitable."

Then, the pharmacist told me, "They have to return to their line."

My husband and my children kept walking in their line. I was crying.

The pharmacist said, "Don't cry.

They'll only take a bath. You'll see each other again in one hour."

At that, I returned to my group. I never saw them again.

[audience murmurs]

[judge] Witness, do you recognize the pharmacist among the defendants?

That's him.

[audience murmuring]

The Frankfurt Daily

I thought he wanted to help me.

[judge] Silence, please.

It was only later that I

found out that the other officer was Josef Mengele,

and what it meant to hand over twins to this doctor.

But he wasn't interested in mine.

They weren't identical twins, they were quite different.

Each, in their own ways, the most wonderful children in the world.

[judge] Please respond to this, Defendant Dr. Hartlieb.

Were you in Auschwitz on May 24, 1943?

[defense lawyer] Confirm that.

You were only in charge of the drug storage chamber.

Yes. That is correct.

I was present that day, but I can only repeat

that I was only in charge of the drug storage chamber.

I was never posted at the ramp. Never!

- You should be ashamed of yourself! - And what's all this fuss?

What's the point of this confrontation? I don't know this woman.

- [judge] Please control yourself! - I've never seen this woman before!

[judge] Defendant Hartlieb.

- [guest] Get her out of here! - [judge] Calm down.

I have admonished you several times.

[chuckles]

This is Miriam.

[Dr. Cohen] In the summer of 1942,

she had a tame sparrow that she wanted to show to Dr. Hartlieb.

We had a coffee in the garden. My daughters were fond of him.

[judge] Prosecutor, please.

Do you want it?

Thanks.

This is Defendant Hartlieb, without any doubt.

[audience murmurs]

[judge] Witness.

Do you mind if we keep these photos for our files?

I don't need them anymore.

Your Honor.

We request the execution of the arrest warrant

and the transfer of defendant Josef Hartlieb into custody.

[mutters]

[judge] Granted.

[audience clamoring, applauding]

- [judge] Silence. - [gavel thuds]

Witness.

You're dismissed from the stand.

I have something else to say.

[audience clears throat]

[judge] Proceed.

I don't get you.

I don't understand you when you say that you didn't know.

Of any gassings.

You didn't know.

I met a boy. He was 16.

After two days in the camp,

he was separated out during the morning roll call. Due to physical...

weakness. [scoffs]

[mutters]

He came to me and said, "I'll go to the gas now."

This boy had been in the camp for two days,

and he knew what was going on there. This boy was called André Rappaport.

And he knew it all.

But you didn't! And you, too! No?

You didn't know. You didn't know. And neither did you!

None of you knew anything, right? You also didn't know about the gassings!

[exhales heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

[judge] This will not be included in the court record.

Call the next witness.

[audience murmurs] She wasn't let out.

[♪ mysterious music]

Mrs. Cohen!

Mrs. Cohen!

- [Eva] Mrs. Cohen! - [horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[Dr. Cohen groans]

Mrs. Cohen!

Mrs. Cohen, can you hear me? What happened?

We need an ambulance!

[panting]

[mutters]

Do not worry.

Don't worry.

[sobs]

- Where are you taking her? - [medic] To the local hospital.

Good.

Stop it.

[bystander 1] Hey, give it a break.

[ambulance door closes]

[♪ somber music]

[water running]

- [water stops] - [sighs]

[bystander 2] You do look like a sensible person.

Excuse me?

Why are you getting involved in this?

[sighs] I was hired as an interpreter.

There are lies being told in there, and you're translating those lies.

Why would the witnesses tell lies?

For financial reasons, of course. And you're part of that.

You are involved in slandering law-abiding citizens.

[gasps]

[♪ ominous music]

I know that at some point, you'll deeply regret this.

[door slams]

[reporter 1] Mr. Boger! Mr. Boger! Over here!

Could you please answer another...

- [reporter 2] I'd say... - [reporter 3] Dr. Hartlieb.

In custody as of today.

- Care to comment? - [reporter 4] Just one question...

[Oswald] Chin up.

This will soon be over.

- [officer] Step back. - I don't need your comforting words.

- [officer] Stay back! - You have to remember the nice things.

Right? Just think of the music.

It was always so rousing when the prisoners marched out to work. Right?

Never again have I heard such a good band.

Do you remember?

We both loved the Radetzky March.

[humming]

How dare you put yourself on the same level as me,

Unterscharführer?

My apologies, Sturmbannführer!

[sighs] This can't go on for much longer.

This farce will finally come to an end, right?

What do you think, Boger?

Jerichow told me today that he thinks the trial will continue until mid-March.

Treatment and food are acceptable. Don't worry.

[♪ solemn music]

[music stops]

[plane whirring]

- [wind gusting] - [leaves rustling]

Go! Attack!

[imitates gun firing]

Ah!

Good evening, little toad.

Good evening, toad lady.

[imitates gun firing]

[imitates explosion]

[imitates engine revving]

Whom's coat is it?

Whose coat is it?

[Stefan imitates gun firing]

Your sister.

[baby cries]

Is Dad all right?

Yes, but we had an accident in front of the community center today.

A witness was hit by a car. She was taken to you.

Well, I guess she wasn't sent to the infant ward, Eva.

Don't be silly. They can't tell me anything in the casualty ward.

Could you please ask around? How is she doing?

Her name is Rachel Cohen.

[Annegret] Listen, I can't leave here right now.

Please, Annegret. Please. It's important.

You used to work there.

[Eva] Can't you ask someone and find out how she's doing?

[Stefan] Bang! Bang! Bang!

[background chatter]

[Edith] The schnitzels are overcooked.

Well, they're not for girls.

I won't serve them.

[Edith] Annegret. Would you like a schnitzel? Extra well done.

And? Do you have any news?

Yes, I do. I asked about her in the emergency room.

So?

Rachel Cohen only sustained a few bruises.

- Who's that? - She was discharged immediately.

- At her express wish. - Thank God!

- Thank you, Annegret. - You're welcome.

I'm going to bed now, okay? Good night.

May I know who that woman is?

Dad. It's all so horrible.

[Eva sobs]

I'm not going to continue with this.

Yes, you'd better let it go.

Listen.

Everything is back on track with Jürgen.

[Ludwig] Just get married, all right? Get married and look to the future.

Eva. Can you help me at the bar?

[Ludwig sighs] Great.

- Pass the ball! - [Miller exclaims]

[child] Goal!

[Miller sighs]

[child] Do you want to play?

- Dad? - And I didn't believe you.

[Miller] And I told you, I always pay off my debts.

I've got something else.

Something to celebrate?

Yes. We finally had one of the defendants arrested today.

We'll hold them accountable, one by one.

- [Sissi] That's good for you. - [chuckles]

And what do you want from me?

Nothing. [chuckles]

I mean, not that. Not only that.

I feel very comfortable around you.

For the first time in this country.

[chuckles]

I'm sorry. I have a job.

And other than that, I prefer to be alone.

Will you go back to the Bunker?

Maybe.

[♪ lively music]

Sometimes, I also sit in the lobby of the Four Seasons.

Their receptionist likes me. But I'm not suitably dressed today.

I see...

Pull the tap a bit more. There's more foam then.

I've known this since I was 11, Mom.

Good.

[background chatter]

So...

[door opens]

[♪ tense music]

There's a spot over there.

[Robert] But that's Edith Bruhns!

[Edith] I'm sorry, we're fully booked.

Never mind.

We don't patronize establishments owned by snitches.

[spits]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[background chatter]

[Ludwig breathes heavily]

[footsteps approaching]

How do you know them? How come you know Robert Mulka?

[♪ closing theme music]

Translated by Danjela Brückner