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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

PARTS OF THE PLOT, CHARACTERS AND EVENTS

WERE MADE UP OR FICTIONALISED

FOR CREATIVE AND DRAMATIC REASONS

JEW SYMPATHISER

SHECHITA

VIENNA

- Shalom. - Shalom.

- Mazel tov. - Thank you.

There are still Nazis all over Vienna, Victor.

All over Austria.

They are living normal lives with impunity.

As if nothing ever happened.

Do you remember my maths teacher?

My classmates laughed at me every day.

And you never stood up for yourself.

No.

They probably would have locked you up for that.

I'm going to Switzerland with Mrs Frnkel tomorrow.

I have to go to the bank.

Please give this to an acquaintance of mine.

Which one?

I said you would be there at ten o'clock.

I wrote down the address for you.

And please be on time.

Simon Wiesenthal.

Eichmann's arrest made the headlines.

And my face was in the papers.

Since then, people have taken me more seriously, even in Vienna.

A little, a least.

On the other hand, the police now has to take my daughter to school.

But you know that Eichmann was only the tip of the iceberg.

Mengele, Brunner, Heim, Murer and all the others.

There are probably hundreds of Nazi criminals living in Austria,

carefree and not locked up.

And there are bound to be even more in Germany, hmm?

You can't take them to court?

Only a Don Quixote would try to start criminal proceedings against Nazis.

Why?

These Nazis live under assumed names

as lawyers, teachers, entrepreneurs.

Many of them are even sitting in our ministries today.

And there they cover up old injustices

and create new ones at the same time.

However, your father...

apparently really wants to try.

The Weizmanns are leaving for America.

- Really? - Yes.

Weizmann says he can't stand this life behind closed doors anymore.

But it's one of our community's goals

to make exactly that possible again soon.

Where do you go in Vienna with a kippah on your head?

- That's not the point. - It is for Weizmann.

How many out there would immediately shout "Heil Hitler!" again?

We're still miserly Jews to them. Money-grubbers.

And for others, black people are too black.

I have to show you something, Victor.

I want to introduce you to someone, but it has to stay between us.

You lost your mother and sister in Mauthausen?

And his aunt.

And his grandparents were slaughtered right in front of him

in their forest hide-out, with a shechita knife.

And you?

I fended for myself.

Alone in the forest.

As an eight-year-old child.

Do you know who I am, Victor?

I'm the one who makes sure that you

your father, you, your friends

that nothing happens to us here in Vienna.

For that, we need people like Ari and you.

What does that entail?

Look... the synagogue, for example.

What if someone decides they want to throw a bomb at it?

Or starts randomly shooting because he hates Jews?

We have to prevent that.

What on earth do you want to show me?

What is this about, Ari?

I don't want to get in trouble because of a silly prank.

It's something we might need, Victor.

There you go.

Our fathers brought them from Israel.

But those men are now too old, Victor.

You and I and our friends...

we have to keep our eyes open.

Well...

I don't think we will ever need these weapons again.

Do you want to go for a ride?

My parents want to meet you.

What did you tell them about me?

That you haven't been here long because you studied in England.

That's all.

They aren't very open-minded about that.

- I don't think so, at least. - Open-minded?

They are Catholic.

Very Catholic.

And what do they think about that?

They don't know about it yet.

Papa?

- Hello? - This is Wiesenthal.

May I speak to your father?

I think he's already asleep.

Listen, Victor,

your father asked me to track someone down.

Kurt Gogl.

An SS-Unterscharfhrer

and former commander of the concentration camp Mauthausen.

This man... was responsible for hundreds of killings.

And now, he's living a respectable life at the beautiful Lake Wolfgang.

He took on his wife's name there

Hartinger.

How do you know that?

A Mauthausen survivor told me about it.

He was on vacation in the area and recognised him without a doubt.

This Gogl... as Kurt Hartinger...

is a primary school head teacher there.

And he is one of the most socially valued members of their community.

Do you know him, perhaps?

So, you're a tailor, if I'm not mistaken?

Not exactly.

We deal in textiles.

But we also have our own collections.

- Mr Dessauer is an entrepreneur. - Ah, yes.

It's a family business.

Oh, I see!

For how many generations?

I am the fourth.

The Nazis dispossessed us.

But my father fought the Aryaniser for three years.

And he got our company back.

However, it was more or less a ruin.

So you're a Jew or something?

Yes.

Whoa.

And the business is back up and running?

Do we constantly have to talk about Victor's profession?

I didn't know that something like that still existed in Vienna.

Jews.

Yes.

Many were killed by the Nazis, after all.

In my family, for example, only my father survived.

What is your profession, if I may ask?

He's a manager in a furniture factory.

I... already told you about that.

Maybe the factory was Aryanised, too.

No, I don't think so.

That is, definitely not.

Actually, it was silly of me

that I didn't tell them beforehand.

What? That I'm Jewish?

My parents don't have a problem with Jews or Negros.

At first, I myself didn't know that you...

I get the feeling that we Jews are still...

still unwelcome.

That's not true, Victor.

Most people don't even know what all really happened back then.

Sometimes I really feel like I'm in a ghetto.

Yes. Or like a...

left-over war refugee.

You're very touchy when it comes to that.

Touchy?

- Complicated. - Complicated?

I don't even know what to call it.

What did your father do in the war?

We need witnesses.

Witnesses willing to repeat their testimonies against Gogl in court.

Repeat?

In Dachau, the Americans court-martialled

countless cases from Mauthausen.

Gogl's name was mentioned several times,

but he was in hiding, living under an assumed name.

And now we'll get him.

- What can we do? - We bring charges against him.

It's not that easy.

We have to contact...

the Mauthausen survivors organisation.

Maybe we will find witnesses who are brave enough not to be intimidated.

And until then?

It might be better...

for you to write a letter, Paul.

In it, you write about the atrocities you saw Gogl commit

with your own eyes.

I'm afraid... I cannot do that.

You can, papa. We can do it. I'll help you.

And then?

I will forward the letter to the Ministry of the Interior.

Then they have to respond.

Kurt?

A registered letter for you. From the Salzburg Regional Court.

I am certain, Your Honour...

that the witnesses have mistaken me for Hartmann.

He was higher-ranking than me.

He dealt out blows many a time, yes.

Yes, I saw it with my own eyes.

Gottfried Hartmann.

Lieutenant Colonel, SS-Obersturmbannfhrer.

He died somewhere in Russia later.

We shall know the truth once the witnesses have spoken

and you have been identified by them, Mr Gogl - or not.

Your Honour...

under that helmet, we all looked the same.

We all had the same... haircut.

Take heart, comrade.

Silence in the jury.

Silence.

According to several statements,

you went to see the witness for the prosecution Richard Kuhn

in Weitra in the Waldviertel.

Yes.

That is true, correct.

I wanted to...

fill in some gaps in my memory.

I wanted to know what it was like back then.

Get some reminders.

There are many things... that I actually wanted to forget.

About that horrible time.

My wife talked to you on the phone, Mr Kuhn.

The details of what we said that day...

I cannot recall them anymore.

Mr Kuhn was an eyewitness of events that allegedly transpired

at the "Parachute Wall" in Mauthausen, 1944.

And I quote...

"Gogl kicked an old man until finally he was dead."

And according to this statement,

you pushed a different man down the stone slope.

That man died as well.

No.

That isn't right. That is not true.

Now, Mr Kuhn suddenly withdrew his statement,

which was very incriminating for you.

I can explain the reason.

That is the point where the mistaken identity comes in.

Comrades and even prisoners

kept telling me to watch out, to be careful,

because people sometimes mistook me for Obersturmbannfhrer Hartmann.

And that is exactly what happened.

That is exactly... what happened.

- Yes. - Yes!

The witnesses all clearly recognised him.

And they pointed at him.

And they recounted the most terrible things.

But in the courtroom, it sometimes felt like we were back in 1938.

Oh, come on, Victor.

Believe me, I'm not just imagining it.

Our lawyer said that the allegations are damning.

But the sentence, who knows?

Cases like these, so many years later...

I have to hang up.

Why? I am really not exaggerating.

Call again tomorrow?

Are you angry with me?

No, I just have to hang up.

Good night.

Well?

Have you read the paper today?

"Nazi hunters stay relentless".

Your Jewish boyfriend is making headlines.

I want you to break off contact with him. Immediately.

- B-But... - Believe me, it's better for you.

But that's... Daddy... you're overreacting.

You heard me.

Mr Wiesenthal, a question.

Who actually benefits from such court proceedings?

Over so many years, someone like Gogl

has become a social and political member of society again.

Can he not simply be left alone?

There is no double standard when it comes to guilt, sir.

Only the law...

can be our answer to a period of lawlessness.

Let us wait inside, Victor.

He...

he shot our child.

Susanne.

She was barely six years old.

Right in front of us.

He fell through the cracks.

Shh!

Silence.

- Stop this masquerade! - Such a farce!

Order in the court!

The witness cannot keep testifying due to a rush of emotion.

You may return to your seat.

No. No.

And then...

after my wife and I had to watch that...

And then, when Mila was dead, too...

he stood in front of me and put the weapon in my mouth.

He looked into my eyes and said...

"No."

"I will let you live."

"You can tell the other prisoners what awaits them...

if they do not obey."

Stop it.

Order in the court!

I gave him an injection, and now he is asleep.

But I want to take him to Vienna.

Today was too much for him.

I will take care of it.

Middle!

- Ari, why? - Pass!

Play!

Over there!

There, there, there!

Go!

- Right side! - Here!

- Here! - Here!

Hello, girls!

Hey!

Oh no...

Yes, yes!

- Aw, no... - Oh, come on!

Come on, run!

- Yes, that's how you do it... - Do better.

Shoot!

- Yes! Yes! - Yes!

Here! Middle!

Look at that.

What a present.

Let's go, boys.

Leave it. We probably have another ball.

Oh.

Hmm?

- Come on, let's go. - The ball, please.

What? You have to speak up.

- The ball. - Ah!

The ball...

First off, the word is "please".

Secondly, the ball is ours now.

- You're wrong. - Yeah?

Well, then come and get it if you dare.

Okay, we're leaving. Come, please, let's go.

Come on. Or are you too scared, little Jew?

Hey, come here!

You surprised me, charging at that guy like that.

It was stupid of me.

You're right.

Why?

On behalf of the Republic, the jury has reached a verdict.

They find the defendant Kurt Gogl

not guilty as charged, concerning all of the 21 charges.

Yes!

Victor!

I will talk to the prosecutor.

He has to introduce a complaint of nullity.

Why?

A faulty charge to the jury by the presiding judge.

Otherwise, they could have never reached that verdict.

It is a betrayal...

of every victim and every survivor.

What are the chances of it being accepted?

Other countries are watching.

The case would have to be opened up again.

We will definitely keep fighting.

I don't think I have the strength for that.

If we give up, we will be forgotten.

We can do this, papa.

You cannot rely on the state.

You never could.

That is the way it always was and probably will remain.

Freedom is not a gift from some state or from Heaven, Paul.

You have to fight for it. Every day.

- Good day! - Hello.

- Good morning. - Good day.

Hello.

- Hello, good day. - Morning.

Good day.

Where were you all day?

I drove around places I haven't been to for a long time.

Gogl is sitting in Lake Wolfgang's clean air with his Nazi friends,

catching fish and thinking how dumb we all are.

Do you think you can take him to court in another country?

We need to make him afraid.

Come on, let's flay him alive, five, six of us.

But that won't put Gogl behind bars.

What if we do it like with Eichmann?

Kidnap him and take him to Israel? Seriously?

Why not? Kidnapping him won't be a problem.

Yes, of course not.

We ambush him, chloroform him, lock him in the boot of your car.

Then we take him to Israel, where he will be tried.

Mm-hmm, 6000 kilometres.

First on a ferry across the Mediterranean to Tunis,

then through Libya and Egypt with Gogl in the boot.

What do you want to do?

Sit around and not understand the world?

Maybe we can...

punish him through his conscience.

Oh, please. He doesn't have a conscience.

Are we still meeting at the restaurant?

Yes. We have to celebrate Kurt.

Shh!

- Who could that be? - No idea.

At this hour.

What are you doing here?

I want you to tell the truth.

Oh, buzz off.

Someday you will have to face the truth. Better to do it now.

Are you trying to threaten me?

Leave my husband alone.

He didn't do anything. He was acquitted.

You cannot run away.

My father and I will always remind you of the people you have killed.

Every day... and every night.

Go, call the police.

I just can't comprehend what went through your mind.

How you could do those things.

I... did not do anything. Do you understand?

And what "war" means, that is something you, little boy,

with your father's money and your public school in England,

have no clue about.

Leave my husband alone, you dirty Jew!

Stop it. Go, now, call the police.

Every day...

and every night.

As long as I am alive.

Hello, police?

This is Gogl speaking.

Don't you dare set foot on my property ever again,

do you hear me?

You are the criminals!

You're raising the dead!

Hello?

Victor, this is Zimmermann speaking.

The prosecution has retracted the nullity appeal.

What?

Yes, it's incredible.

- But why? - It was decided yesterday.

At a session at the Ministry of Justice.

There must have been some sort of political intervention.

Hence, Gogl is a free man.

All right, I'll take care of it.

But without you and Ari.

It would be too risky.

Somebody might recognise you.

What is it?

We're not killing him.

You seem so broody.

I wonder how this is supposed to go on between us.

What do you mean?

Well...

Should we stay together?

Is this supposed to be a proposal?

Not yet.

Yes, it's better this way.

I don't want to become like my mother,

who does nothing but keep the house and play the good wife all day long.

I think no one wants to become like their parents.

At home they are...

well... pretty upset by all the fuss.

You can imagine.

Imagine how upset we all are here.

My father has forbidden me to see you.

Why?

Because I'm Jewish.

Please tell him that the next thing I will do

is to comb through the history of his fucking furniture shop.

And if it turns out that...

To be honest, I don't want to become Jewish.

I really don't.

And this has nothing to do with Nazi or something like that...

Anna...

You shouldn't have to become Jewish for me.

A religion or faith should be something connecting, shouldn't it?

Who is that?

I'm not going to ask if I'm disturbing you, I can see that I am.

May I?

Who has the right to murder someone, Victor?

No one. Why?

No one.

No state, no regime, no soldier, no human.

And yet it happens.

Although the Bible does prohibit it, right?

Apparently, faith ends when a "Fhrer" appears in the flesh.

Then people are quick to forget about their God.

If it was up to me,

faith and politics should not be interlaced anyway.

The one has got nothing to do with the other.

Did... something happen?

You tell me.

It would be wrong...

to take justice into one's own hands, believe me.

He is a murderer.

Yes.

But we are not.

Violence, Victor...

is like weeds.

It never dies, not even in the fiercest drought.

People gang up

in order to tyrannise politics or their closest rival,

a stranger or nonconformist.

They throw incendiary bombs in order to assert their ideals,

no matter if innocents are affected as well.

Violence... has to be nipped in the bud.

Once weeds sprawl, it can spread everywhere in no time.

And how do you want to...

nip weeds in the bud?

In a well-kept garden

it has no chance of even developing.

And if it is already there?

One has to order a gardener,

who knows how to handle the situation.

I like you, Victor.

I really like you.

Please take care of yourself.

And of your father.

Who was that?

Two are in the hospital in Salzburg.

They're in such a bad state

that the police couldn't even interrogate them yet.

The other two fled at the last second.

How did this happen?

Gogl was accompanied by a friend

who immediately pulled out a knife.

Then a bunch of others came, using knuckledusters,

tools, everything close at hand.

They wanted to know who had sent our people.

They might as well put two and two together.

You have to disappear, at least for a couple of weeks.

I will get you a gun. You should always carry it with you.

No, no.

Shit, shit, shit.

Victor, you have to scram, immediately!

Listen to me! You have got to go.

- And my father? - He's in the hospital.

My father is taking care of him.

There's nothing else you can do for him.

Come up with a story.

You're visiting a former classmate in Italy or something.

What? Should I help you pack?

What good is travelling if done alone?

One might discover a new side of oneself.

Nonsense.

One is lonely.

I will see about that.

It's only for a few days.

Victor, if something bad happens, there are three ways to deal with it.

You can either let it refine you or destroy you.

Or it can make you stronger.

When I look into your eyes...

I worry.

How long is the drive to Italy?

- To the sea? - Uh-huh.

Seven, eight hours maybe?

I'd love to do that sometime.

Next time, you'll just come with.

Uhm, why not this time?

Because your father won't let you?

So what? I have my own opinion.

I think I'm old enough, and it is none of his business.

Yes? And did you tell him that?

I thought you wanted to be with me.

Or was that as lie?

It was a lie.

Oh yes? And why not, all of a sudden?

There are a couple of things that we should...

talk about.

For when I hear the mill wheel,

I know not what I will.

I fain would die, then surely

it would at last be still.

I fain would die, then surely

it would at last be still.

Bravo.

Well done, kids.

I thank you.

Thank you, headmaster.

Back there, there's a girl making out. This is how we do it.

You didn't listen, Erika, did you?

I know that one already.

Thanks.

All right, have you got everything you need?

- All good. Well poured! - Cheers.

Hello.

What would you like to drink, young man?

A beer, please.

Where do you come from?

Salzburg.

A bigheaded.

Beer, coming right up.

The ones who reported Hartinger...

- Gogl is his name, actually. - Whatever.

We should have hanged the whole lot of them.

Just like that, without a judge.

The two in the hospital are not talking, by the way.

How do you know that?

From Ferdl. Our post is responsible in the matter.

They ran like rabbits.

Look, Gentlemen, Gogl is a poor dog.

The way they tortured him...

What else would you expect from a Jew?

Who, up until this day, is causing nothing but trouble.

Exactly. Cheers.

There you are.

- Cheers. - Cheers, Gentlemen.

Can I get you anything else?

The Jew, the Jew...

Always the poor Jew, yes.

And what did we have to suffer?

Comrades torn to shreds by grenades right next to you.

Or dying like the flies at the sickbay.

Or disappearing in snow and ice.

Everyone was doing their duty back then.

Imagine being locked up for your service to your country,

after 20 years.

Gogl was publicly put down because of this.

This is the worst part.

- He shouldn't worry about that. - And meanwhile he has cancer.

- Really? - Prostate.

My wife told me.

He was at the clinic, and she assisted the doctor.

Yes.

What? What's the matter?

Nothing, Kurtl.

You can rely on us. I promise you that.

All right, thank you.

But I'll best be going now. We have to get up early tomorrow.

Goodbye.

He's right, Gentlemen.

What about all the meat?

Erika should take something. And take some home, if you want to.

I won't, nobody will eat this at mine.

- Erika, put it on my tab, will you? - Already done.

- Thanks, Mayor. - Forget about it.

Bye.

See you.

Goodbye.

Everything all right with the beer?

- The bill, please. - Uh-huh.

What brings you into this neck of the woods?

I'm... on holiday.

You don't look like a holidaymaker.

In fact, you don't look like you're from Salzburg either.

Do I know you from somewhere?

No, I don't think so.

Wait a second.

I know my way around this area.

In case you want to know anything?

Listen up, everybody!

Good morning.

And welcome to our battue.

We are shooting small game with pellets.

As always, after the horn signal "herders in"

only shots towards the outside are allowed.

No more shooting into the kettle.

Or else a comrade might be shot by accident.

And we wouldn't want that, would we?

All right, good hunting!

Hail! Hail!

Well, well, what do we have here? Master Hare?

Yes!

We were a bit too slow for Eder, weren't we?

Did we get a proper ticking-off?

Yes!

Well, well.

Yes!

Barco!

Barco!

Barco!

Why aren't you coming when I call you?

Is there something up there?

Heel.

Please join me in a moment of silence.

Comrades, back to the hunting lodge. There, we will lay out the prey.

But more orderly, please.

And Kofler... Photo!

Let's go.

I'll be right there.

Come, come.

Do you want to shoot me, or what?

You can't do it.

I wouldn't bet on it.

What do you want from me?

Boy.

What do you want? To remind me?

Go down there.

- There is nothing there. - Let's go.

Interesting rifle you've got there. Czech, isn't it?

Imagine all the people having been shot at with it.

Go down the bank. There's a car waiting.

Look...

I still have it.

From my service.

In Mauthausen.

Did you know that most people prefer eating white eggs over brown ones?

It's true.

Many chicken farmers have started to control this,

in order to accommodate the demand.

And do you know what they do? Do you?

They just separate out the chicklets with brown ears,

put them in a box and gas them as easy as that.

At some point, they will only have white eggs.

Put the weapon down!

It's all right, Ederl.

Someone like him I can handle on my own.

Isn't it the bastard who sued you?

It's the dirty Jew!

Wait, wait, wait!

Let him go.

Or should we make him dance?

They like to dance.

No, I'll shoot him!

Hey!

What good is that?

He just wanted to go to his car anyway

and never come back here ever again, right?

So...

Leave him.

Easy.

Run.

Run.

Run!

- Run! - Dirty Jew!

Don't you dare come back!

You don't really sound like you're in Italy at the sea.

Why, what would I sound like?

Further away.

Are you keeping secrets from me, Victor?

Why?

I can tell that you have changed since the trial.

Why don't you move in when I get back?

The flat is big enough.

My father says I cannot move out until I'm married.

Is this supposed to be a proposal?

He would never give his blessing to me marrying a Jew anyway,

is what he said.

So you do everything your father says?

Of course not!

But I still think marriage is kind of old-fashioned.

Yes?

Open up! Criminal Investigation Department Vienna.

Hello?

Criminal Investigation Department. Mr Dessauer?

Yes?

- We have a complaint against you. - Pardon?

Apparently, you were unauthorizedly carrying a weapon.

Also, there is a complaint for trespassing,

nighttime disturbance and assault.

Quite a collection.

- This must be a mistake. - Where is the weapon?

I don't have a weapon. There is no weapon.

Well...

Wait, you have no right to do this.

- Says who? - The law!

You have no right to search this room just like that.

I want to notify my lawyer.

Look, possession of a weapon alone is not punishable.

But you should not have carried the rifle around with you.

I don't own a rifle.

- And I demand... - Gustl!

Under the bed.

- Classic. - How inventive.

Czech.

And it's loaded.

Oh no.

Sign here. Here.

Wait, first, we have to read it carefully.

- I won't stay this long. - And what is going to happen now?

The rifle remains confiscated.

Since you allegedly don't know where you got it from,

there will be a penalty.

- I'd expect twenty. - 20.000?

Victor, calm down. They are policemen, not judges.

You're not poor.

You lot are all rich businessmen, after all.

What do you mean by that?

We don't make the laws, Gentlemen,

we just make sure they are observed.

I decidedly advise you not to do this.

Okay, the rest will be done by mail,

along with the complaint filed by Mr Hartinger.

- Gogl. Gogl is his name. - Whatever.

He claims you put a few thugs onto him.

Defamation. We decidedly deny it.

The investigations will clear that up.

Shall we go?

- Goodbye, Gentlemen. - Or should we say "shalom"?

I will file a complaint against both of you.

For what?

"About what", you mean.

Shalom.

Obviously, the Jews still can't take a joke.

What were you doing during the War, actually?

You were a soldier, right?

Oh, spare him, that was such a long time ago.

I want to know, though.

Were you a Nazi, father?

Do you see what stupid ideas you are giving your brother

with your dumb questions?

No, of course father was not a Nazi.

Everybody had to join the army back then,

or else he would have been killed himself.

Really?

You once told me you were at the front.

Or is that not true?

Let me tell you something, Anna...

You have the mercy of a late birth.

You did not experience war, you don't know what we had to go through.

Do you reckon you would have acted differently?

Just because your Jewish suitor wants to make you believe

we had a choice?

Did you kill someone, father?

You will stop saying such things, understand?

We didn't do anything wrong.

And you can go ahead and tell that to you dumb friend.

He won't believe me.

Go to your room.

I do not want to see you here anymore today.

And you will stop seeing the Jew, I forbid it.

Immediately, forever!

You heard me.

I want an answer on whether you were a Nazi.

- Go to your room! - Rudi, please.

Why?

Am I not allowed to talk to a Jew?

What about a Negro? Or a homosexual?

Hannes, you should leave.

- Is there a difference to you? - Why...

Now! Go.

But why? I want to know too.

Everyone my age had to go to war back then.

I didn't go voluntarily, believe me.

The last thing I need is for these old stories

that no one wants to talk about anymore, get stirred back up.

Here, in my own house.

By my own daughter.

Rudi, leave her, she is young and stupid.

No. She is not.

Anna, I hope you never have to be in such a situation

we were in back then.

I just want to talk about it normally.

Will you stop it now, you stupid brat!

Or I might just lose myself and smack you...

I don't care how old you are.

You're crazy!

So, what should we do next?

Nothing. I have three charges filed against me.

You won't give up now, will you?

Gogl has to be scared.

We have to scare him shitless.

He is not scared, can't you see that?

Maybe the lawsuit can be reopened somehow.

We have tried that.

And even if so, he will be acquitted a second time.

I wouldn't count on that.

Your faith in Austria's justice is unbroken.

Only God knows why.

Why do I get the feeling you're keeping something from me?

I wonder if they will ever stop.

- With what? - With what?

I was acquitted, Hermine.

Not guilty.

This is what it's called.

But they still keep on and on.

- What do you want me to do? - I want this to stop.

Even though people here are really decent and are standing by us.

I did my duty, all right?

My duty... as a soldier.

What else could I have done, huh?

Go to see Gring in Berlin and tell him to stop?

Or... write a cordial letter to Hitler?

Hitler didn't know about all of it either.

The truth is that we were the victims.

Yes.

You didn't do anything different from what thousands of other did.

Those were the times.

Every single worm crept out of its hole back then.

All the things you would only ever think to yourself

were allowed to be said out loud all of a sudden.

There's something evil...

in all of us, Hermi. All of us.

In you, in me.

And back then, they...

they were able to...

to make this part of us visible.

And all of a sudden, you were someone,

you were worth something.

Kurt.

Did you do any of the things they're accusing you of?

What are they accusing me of?

Women and children.

- Did you... - I was certainly harsh.

Hermi, I was harsh because I was expected to be harsh.

In war, it's always Death who reigns.

But cruel...

Have you ever seen me be cruel, Hermi?

So you didn't.

You did not do... this.

Hermi...

I have seen the worst things you could imagine.

Things you can't even talk about.

You don't want to talk about.

And these things are haunting me now.

That's more of a punishment than any court in the world...

.. could ever mete out.

I'm glad you never went that far.

A child is a child.

Yes.

Where are you going?

I'm going outside to piss in my garden.

While breathing the fresh air coming from the water...

.. hoping it will distract me.

JEW SYMPATHISER

Please tell me anyway.

- What? - Don't act like you don't know.

- You've been lying to me for days. - What do you mean?

Why did you come back to Vienna after only two nights in Italy?

- I was longing for you. - Oh, come on.

You're lying through your teeth. You didn't even go to the sea.

I did.

What do you think where I went?

I know you too well, Victor.

You're not telling the truth.

Yes, I am.

I just want to be close to my father until he's feeling better.

And you realised that after seven or eight hours of driving?

Yes. I called Ari at work from Grado,

he told me the shop's very busy and that he needs me,

especially since father's not here.

Who could it be?

This Wiesenthal person again?

Who is it?

Police. Open up.

The police?

I'll explain in a second.

Next time you're dead.

Let's go!

You've been fast asleep, Victor.

I just went to see your father. He's not well.

He's weak. Very weak.

He thinks you're in Italy. I let him believe you were.

Being one of the victims is terrible, Victor.

But what's even more worse is being one of the offenders.

Living with the guilt.

Passing it on to the next generation.

Which makes the younger generation offenders themselves.

Gogl might be free...

.. which is terrible and sad.

But he will always be captive if we keep his memory alive.

Do you understand?

It's our job.

Rest well.

Then we will decide what to do next.

Goodbye.

Mr Stger, please let me talk to Anna for a second.

You won't see Anna again. She won't reach out either.

Please leave.

- I just want to explain to her... - If you ever show up here again,

I'll call the police.

Gentlemen?

What do you think you're doing?

Hello?

Hello?

Where were you yesterday between five p.m. and midnight?

Please explain what all of this means.

He asked where you were.

Here.

I'm mourning. My father has passed away.

I only leave the house if I have to.

- I think I'll cry. - Any witnesses?

- I don't think so. - Don't think so?

Too bad.

Nothing. There's no one else here.

Who did you think was here?

Hermine Hartinger.

Married name is Gogl. Where is she?

- Do I know her? - Very funny. She spat in your face.

What about her?

Don't get cocky.

I really don't understand...

She's been missing since yesterday.

One can assume that she has been kidnapped.

Maybe even killed.

- You are among the pool of suspects. - And you don't have an alibi.

So pack your things and let's go.

I'm sorry. I do have an alibi.

I was at your police station yesterday.

My car was stolen, so I filed a report.

That was around eleven.

Where did you want to go at this hour?

Since you only leave your house when you have to.

I had a few appointments in the morning

concerning my father's estate.

I went shopping in between and put the bags in the boot.

I had completely forgotten about them by the time I came home.

But around eleven p.m., I became very hungry.

So I went downstairs...

and my car was gone.

I went around the block

because I thought I might have parked the car somewhere else.

But that wasn't the case.

So I went to the police.

Nice storytime.

What do you mean?

Hold your horses, mate.

You still could have kidnapped or killed Mrs Hartinger - or Gogl.

You hid her body and went back to Vienna by train.

A simple plan.

But in the meantime,

I would have had to have my car stolen

or at least would have had to make it disappear

and convince Mrs Gogl to walk to her execution

or to where I would hide her.

And all of that in just seven hours.

Four of which Mr Dessauer would have had to spend on a train.

- Listen, you... - Relax, Schauppi.

I don't think you would want to make a fool of yourselves

in front of the prosecutor or the public.

With your conspiracy theory.

Shalom.

You need to leave.

Right now.

They're not going to leave you alone.

It's too dangerous.

For all of us.

You can't go home. They'll wait for you there.

Either them or the police so they can spy on you.

What do you need?

The money that's in my safe and some personal items.

Here.

Write it down.

I want to say goodbye to someone.

Is that really necessary?

Do you know someone in America?

I'll write down some names and addresses.

Someone will help you.

Everyone is their own devil.

And we make this world hell ourselves.

Don't do anything stupid.

Or else I've never known you.

I... I don't know what to say. It's quite unexpected.

I'll take care of everything. I promise.

But I don't want you to.

- I don't want to be dependent on you. - Okay.

So you'll take care of everything.

That's not funny.

Bad enough if my parents knew that we've met.

But if I tell them we'll move to America,

I don't know what my father will do.

I don't think I can do this.

- I'm not that spontaneous. - Just trust me. Please.

You'll go to Zurich by train.

We'll stay at a hotel for a night.

Then, we'll fly to New York City.

It's a foreign country. I don't know the language and...

- What am I supposed to do there? - It'll all fall into place.

I think I'm too scared, Victor, it's...

it's too crazy, too unexpected, I...

I'm not prepared for something like this.

My family...

I don't think I can do this.

That's everything.

Everything you wanted.

Everything I need.

"Please step back. Your train is approaching."

You're a friend, Ari.

A true friend.

Thank you.

And what about Anna?

"Please step back."

I understand. Well... you're free now.

You can pick up a pretty little American.

An actress.

I'm only going to ask once: Where is my wife?

So?

I still wish for you to turn yourself in and tell the truth.

- As easy as that. - Stop that bullshit!

Answer right now!

If your wife is still alive but you can't be too sure,

she doesn't have much time.

That much I can tell you.

I need proof she's still alive.

Denied.

Besides, I don't even know myself.

I don't believe you.

This is a written confession concerning your crimes.

You're going to sign it.

Then, I'll take you to your wife. We'll see if she's still alive.

WRITTEN CONFESSION KURT GOGL

Fine.

I will sign it, but...

only once I've got Hermi back.

I can't do that.

You could shoot me, yes.

But in that case, your wife is dead, too.

Or you could sign the confession.

Put your rifle away. Your revolver, too.

Do you really think people are that stupid?

To not know it was you?

The confession is absolutely worthless.

You forced it.

If Hermi is dead...

they'll hang you from one of those trees anyway.

If she isn't,

you can put your confession where the sun don't shine.

It's worthless.

Do you want to go back?

The path doesn't get easier.

What's your plan, huh?

Hermi is alive. I'm sure of that.

You're too much of a coward to murder someone.

Or else you could just kill me, too.

Done.

So what is this supposed to be?

I understand you're scared.

I know that feeling.

I'm not scared.

Yet.

All those years, you've probably been thinking how lucky you were

to get away like that.

That's why you're scared now.

Are we finally done with this now?

You've tricked me into coming here, right?

My wife has certainly never been up here, correct?

Hermi?

Hermi!

You're the Jewish boy. I recognise you.

Just so you know.

You must have mistaken me.

We all look the same with the mask on.

ZURICH

You can't imagine the things I had to promise to my parents.

I've started a new life here in America.

In freedom.

In a kind of freedom I didn't know before.

But of which I know

it is not a gift from a state or from Heaven.

And I have to fight for it every day.

I looked up Kurt Gogl on the internet a while ago.

It says that his whereabouts remain unknown.

It hasn't mattered to me in a long time.

Unfortunately, I know...

that weeds can quickly spread everywhere...

once they have started to grow.