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WELS UPPER AUSTRIA, 1967

Is it too risqué for you?

It's fashionable, but elegant.

Otherwise people would stare and say, why does she wear crazy hats like that?

Let them stare. There is no need to be ashamed of our faith.

If he comes back I'll take a different pew.

-I can't sit next to him. -Perhaps he just wants to be friendly.

It's just an act, don't you see?

Calm down now.

What can he have against you?

Oh, hello to the Berger family!

Good day, Mrs. Berger.

What a splendid hat. It suits you very well.

I wish to keep silent, Lord

And wait for you

I wish to keep silent, Lord

I wish to keep silent

So that I understand

What happens in your world

And now we look in a mirror,

and see only strange contours.

Then we see Him face to face.

Now I recognize but parts, but later I will fully recognize.

Just as I have been fully recognized.

We are called children of God,

and that is what we are.

As a sign of this childhood under God, this community of brothers and sisters,

we now take each other's hands and speak the Lord's prayer.

Our father, who art in Heaven Holy be Thy name

Your Kingdom come

Johanna?

Johanna?

All math assignments, for three weeks.

If you break it, you pay.

See if the coast is clear.

Hanna?

Michael?

Is that you?

What are you sneaking around for?

Hi, Grandma.

What are you secretly hauling through the apartment?

Michael got something from the boy scouts.

I see.

You think I won't notice you pulling the wool over my eyes?

It's a secret. Secrets have to be kept.

That's not a secret, Hanna. It's secrecy.

At some point everything comes out and blows up in your face.

There's one coming now.

Are the dandelions blooming?

Yes, everything is yellow.

And many daisies.

We need the stems too.

-Half full. Is that enough? -Yes, so that the stems can float.

There.

Now I'll show you some magic.

And? Did it turn out?

Yes!

What's this?

No country more beautiful During this time

Than this one Far and wide

Where we spend time

Under linden trees

In the evening

Wonderful. You sing like an angel.

You should become a pop singer.

Then a rich, handsome man will marry you.

But no! The Holy Johanna is sure to enter a convent.

Johanna, come inside.

Does it still hurt a lot?

Do you want to stay with him until he kills you?

-Why don't you get a divorce? -He won't allow it.

It'll be a catastrophe, Mother.

-The whole town will be gossiping. -That doesn't hurt.

Attention, this is the police! Leave your houses...

Johanna? Michael?

Attention! This is the police!

Leave your houses and follow police instructions!

Is it happening again? Thank you, Michael.

-Grandma, we have to go. -My hat!

Is anyone still inside?

-No. -Good.

-Mrs. Ebert, are you taking a trip? -That way!

-You too! -Franz?

-Where should we go? -Down there.

-Move back! Back! -What's going on?

No pushing! Back, move back!

Back! 20 meters back!

Or do you want to get blown up?

Mother!

Mother!

We have to go to the air-raid cellar.

Quick! Quick!

Burli! Burli!

-Burli, here boy! -Burli, come here!

Burli!

Burli!

Come back here, Burli!

Run for cover!

Burli?

Those war criminals!

Those ogres!

Come on.

Everyone take a step back.

All right. Berger, Johanna.

The last shall be first.

Hello.

Hi, there.

Johanna, do you know where your grandmother comes from?

-From Wels? -No, she doesn't speak like a local.

Good bye.

-Here. -Thank you.

-And here you go. -Thank you.

-You're welcome. -Good bye!

There you are. Come in, it's open.

-Thank you. -What does A.D. mean?

It means I'm retired.

Not for sweets.

Put it in your piggy bank. Or do you have a savings book yet?

You have such soft hands.

How about some raspberry juice?

Then you have to stay a bit.

I can't get home late for lunch.

-Good bye. -Good bye.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me like that, I'm not here.

I'd like to be invisible.

You think I don't see how you look at me?

I'm the only one who can look at you this way.

The only one who sees you how you really are.

Mommy?

Here! Here, Emil!

-Pass! To me! -To me!

To me!

Wolfi is dead.

No, he still has a life.

To me.

That doesn't count.

How typical. My mom's right, better not to have anything to do with you.

Stupid cow!

Get lost, stupid cow!

What are you looking at? Hypocritical brat.

Read it, loud and clear!

"For all residents: Loud singing in the stairwell is forbidden."

-"The janitor." -That's me. The janitor.

Is it that time again? You always have money for drink.

-Go on. -But I'm the janitor.

Move it.

Yes.

Good night.

Did you see?

I took them off outside.

I put them on a newspaper. Was that right?

Go wash up.

Why is it better not to have anything to do with us?

Who said that?

Mom?

You'll never become a rock and roller like that.

Michael can play the violin in the orchestra later.

See you tomorrow morning, okay? Have you started yet?

Good bye.

We're pretty much a model family.

The most important thing in a family is to make sacrifices.

One person for the other.

No, it's mercy and not sacrifice, that's what's written.

We've made our sacrifice, but we're a respectable family.

-Don't you want to sit with us, Mother? -I'll stay with the kids.

The sparrows will get the whole cake again.

-Michael, you still have to practice. -I want to learn the guitar.

Michael, please. You're her only student, she'd be disappointed.

Do it for her sake.

-What is the first station of the cross? -Jesus is sentenced to death.

The high priests of the Jews incite the people

and demand of Pontius Pilate the crucifixion of Lord Jesus Christ.

Very good. And the 12th station of the cross?

Jesus dies on the cross.

Well done. There.

For your good work.

Don't get into trouble.

We're the Singing Siblings from Wels.

Michael and Johanna.

Our song is called "Dear Grandma".

Grandma, dear Grandma

We have a present for you

And because you cannot see us

We are singing a song for you

The best eyes belong to the heart

With which you can see so much

Even in the darkest night

You see the really important things

It's a big orange envelope. The children accidentally dropped it off.

-I'd like to have it back. -Not with me.

But it's lying right there.

Anyone could say that. It's against regulations.

But can't you...

Stop harassing Mrs. Berger, right this minute.

This is the Heart of Jesus. It is full of love, goodness and mercy.

But... every time any of you do something bad,

the Heart of Jesus bleeds because it has to endure so many sins.

We will now color in the heart, nicely and neatly.

With the red pencil, because...

...red is the color of love.

We are all born as guilty sinners.

Who knows why that is, and what it's called?

I do, I do.

-Albert. -It's the original sin,

because in Paradise, Eve bit into the snake's apple.

Very good, Albert.

Only baptism and Jesus himself can free us of original sin.

For every wound you have inflicted on the Heart of Jesus,

you may draw a drop of blood on the picture.

Everyone look here.

On Johanna's picture it looks like a pig was slaughtered.

What's this?

You wanted to do it behind our backs.

Please, Daddy. The best are invited to an awards ceremony in Vienna.

It's a competition of the Catholic Youth.

First prize is a tape recorder.

If we win, our photo will be in the newspaper.

That's all we need!

Just because you're hiding doesn't mean the children have to.

Catholic Youth.

Sounds like a serious affair.

No!

-Such public exposure is unacceptable. -Don't be so strict, Katharina.

Your father was a singer and actor as well.

Well, I didn't know him for very long.

Yes.

Mommy, please. I'll play the song for you.

-That's not the point here. -Hold on.

We can wait and see if the song is even chosen.

-Thank you, Daddy. -No!

Are you stabbing me in the back too?

Mommy, please! Please.

Just let them, for God's sake! Where's the harm in it?

Mommy.

You're a coward, Franz!

Here we go again.

What if she doesn't come back at all?

Then it's my fault.

She will come back.

What if they've caught her now? Mrs. Doringer told me

Grandma and Mommy were lucky they weren't caught, back then.

People are acting strange toward me.

People aren't always nice. They talk a lot of nonsense.

-Good morning. -Morning.

Good morning.

Fantastic! Thank you. Wonderful!

You're becoming more and more like your grandfather.

Hey, what's going on in here?

It was very nice.

A family is like a tree with many branches.

We all belong together.

Everyone is a branch.

If we stick together,

if we can rely on each other,

then we are strong.

If we don't stick together, and everyone does as they please,

then we are weak.

Please, promise me that you'll never again do anything behind my back.

Promise?

And we won't talk about the competition. You never know whom you can trust.

What happens within a family is a matter of trust,

and is no one else's business.

Amen.

Perhaps you should've become a pastor after all?

You have to open your mouth, Franz. Your nasty looks won't work on me.

Mademoiselle? May I invite you on a little excursion?

We'll leave that here.

Thank you.

Mommy forbade me from getting into strangers' cars.

But I'm no stranger.

Why don't you drive a little faster? We're in a hurry!

Franz, she's never taken this long. She should've been here long ago.

Mrs. Leeb?

-Has Johanna been here yet? -No, but she'll still be coming.

-I have to speak with you. -Yes, fine. Good bye.

Mrs. Doringer?

Has Johanna been here yet?

She's already headed over to Öllinger.

Our retired principal is in urgent need of company.

-Why is Mommy angry with you? -A misunderstanding.

We once got along very well.

You don't know anything about it?

Did she get into trouble? Does she have to go to jail?

No, it's not that bad.

But she could be a little friendlier to me.

Get out!

-Don't you touch my child! -Calm down, my little Katharina.

-Johanna enjoyed it. -Don't call me little Katharina.

No need to assume the worst!

You won't bring him the church bulletin again!

-But he gave me 5 schillings for it. -We don't need anything from him.

What did I do wrong?

What did you tell him?

-I only answered. -And what did he want to know?

We could be a little friendlier to him, couldn't we?

Your smell! Go get washed up, right away.

I warned you about that man from the very start!

Go on and play.

Who knows what he said about us when he was drunk.

"Q"...

"U"...

"I"...

Quiet?

Johanna, the little Samaritan!

Are we going to feed Leeb again?

It's about time she's put to sleep.

I'll show you something.

This was the air-raid cellar.

And now the rats are coming back.

Something must be done about that!

-Have another one. -Thank you.

This will do you good.

I... was so gullible.

Can you forgive me?

You're not to blame. No one could've suspected it.

Is it still so bad?

Mrs. Leeb, I'm grateful for everything.

But please, don't start with it every time.

Why is she to blame? What did she do?

Grandma?

Grandma?

Hasso!

Hanna?

Where are you?

Hanna?

Hanna!

Hanna!

Here I am! I'm coming!

How could you leave me alone like that?

Don't ever do that again!

I'm sorry, I was just visiting Hasso for a moment.

That ugly beast means more to you than your grandma.

Hasso's only mad because he's on a leash and no one takes him for a walk.

Now you have me for walks.

When I'm dead, you can get a dog to replace me.

Don't say that to Mommy. She always gets so sad.

When can I finally look?

Keep me company in the darkness a bit longer.

-Congratulations! -Happy birthday!

-Congratulations, Hanna. -Happy birthday.

Well, someone's been a good girl. A very happy birthday!

Nobody asked you.

This is no children's playground. Only for car owners.

Is the block warden making the rounds again?

He loves that.

Leave the courtyard now, before I call the police.

Do not harass these people, you cretin!

Enough for today.

Put the bicycle in the cellar, and don't forget to lock it.

Be quiet, or I'll stuff your dirty little mouth!

If you scream, I'll blow your cover.

I know everything about your grandmother!

And if I talk...

then your family will be in for it.

So... that's a good girl.

Now you're going to make a sacrifice for your family, huh?

You act so holy.

You want to be something better, huh? For mommy?

But you're not Catholic. You're a Jewish brat.

And now quick, before the parents come back

from their prayers.

Look at you!

Did you crash on your bike?

I told you to be careful.

Why didn't you go inside?

Do all the neighbors have to see you like that?

Franz?

Franz?

Look at this.

You don't look like this after a bike crash.

She was in the cellar.

Didn't you see how Öllinger looks at her?

Stay here. That's just a vague suspicion.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

I promise.

We kneel.

We pray to you, Jesus Christ, and praise you,

for through your Holy Cross, you redeemed the world.

The 7th station of the cross:

Jesus falls a second time beneath the cross.

The cross presses him to the ground again.

He seems to be trapped by the weight of our sins.

The weight that presses him to the ground prevents him from breathing.

Oh, head of blood and wounds

Full of pain and And full of derision

Oh, head in mockery bound

With a crown made of thorns

Come, Johanna, don't exaggerate.

As good Christians, we suffer in silence with Jesus.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Excuse me, but I just wanted to ask something.

You don't need to visit the confessional for that.

What is a Jew?

Is it a sin that must be confessed?

No, that is no sin.

My God, the unfortunate ones.

You know, the Jews,

they were once the first true love of Dear God.

But then they had our Messiah, our Lord Jesus Christ, crucified.

Open up, child.

Are you starting to act like your mom?

Hanna!

If your hair catches fire, you will light up like a torch.

Nervous fever and exhaustion.

Very unusual for her age.

She needs a lot of sleep and some distraction.

Do you have a TV yet?

No.

Could it be that Johanna is having problems at school?

Or is there a dispute in the family?

The fresh wounds on her knees.

She crashed on her bike.

Could it be that she is afraid of something?

The child must have a reason.

If everything is wrong, improper or forbidden,

then you stop talking all together, right Doctor?

-To your health. -We mean well by her.

-Yes, everyone means well. -Good bye.

How unbearable. That's exactly what you like about Catholicism.

You get to suffer, and the others should do the same.

Through this holy ointment,

may the Lord help you in all of His mercy.

He shall stand by you with the strength of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord, who frees you of sin,

save you.

May His mercy lift you up. Amen.

Are you coming to visit me, Hanna?

You don't have to talk to me.

I'd like to read something to you.

But I can't.

I could tell you a story.

A true story, about life. Not a fairy tale.

Hm? Hanna?

Can you be offended by life and then talk to no one?

I'm not offended.

Oh, that's good to hear.

Why do people talk to each other?

In order to tell each other jokes?

To make accusations?

To always be right?

I don't know either, but...

... sometimes, after you've finally said what you always wanted to say,

then it's out, Hanna.

And then things go much better.

Is it really true that I'm a Jew?

Oh my goodness!

Of course you're a Jewish girl.

That's no reason to put on such a circus.

But what does it mean?

A Jew is a Jew.

Just like a Negro is a Negro, and an Aryan an Aryan.

Period.

Everyone should be what he is.

Other than that, it doesn't mean anything.

That can only be the block warden.

Good day, Mrs. Blumenkohl.

Why did Mommy never say anything?

She didn't want you to be afraid, that's why.

But she's the one who's most afraid. I can't get it out of her.

There are many here who'd still like to gas us.

-What do you mean by that? -Gassing?

It's what Mr. Leitinger does with the moles. You saw it.

There's one coming.

That was a freight train.

You don't have to tell me. I know a freight train without looking.

Now everything's okay.

And I don't feel guilty anymore.

It's not so easy being a Jew. Too many terrible things have happened.

But nothing happened to you and Mommy and Aunt Lisbeth.

-You were lucky. -Yes, yes.

That's how the old Nazis talk.

Where did you use to live? Before Wels?

In Linz.

I grew up in Bohemia.

In the Bohemian Diaspora.

But that's none of anyone's business.

The man I married in Linz,

my second husband, Egon Epert, not your grandfather...

That man was completely corrupt. He knew all Nazi bigwigs in Linz.

That's how he was able to protect us.

He was a tyrant, a son of a bitch.

But he gave me his Aryan name.

What's a son of a bitch?

That's not so important.

He was struck dead. In 1943.

During a bombing raid on Linz.

We had to flee immediately.

You won't find anything.

Not even a photo of Mommy and Aunt Lisbeth when they were small?

No. They don't have any photos from back then anymore.

Every photo would've betrayed us.

When I could still see,

I often sat at the window until late into the night,

waiting for them to come pick us up.

One night the Gestapo men showed up.

I thought they would pick us up.

But they went into the house across the street.

Mr. Leitinger opened up for them.

They picked up a woman with her little boy.

The boy was crying so hard.

They never came back.

I'm happy I know everything now.

What did your grandmother tell you?

How she burned the photos, so nobody knows who we are.

So nobody knows who we are!

Grandma said it's time to lay it all out on the table.

What are you telling Johanna?

It's time you stopped interfering!

You can't forbid her from doing everything.

The child wants to live, but not like you.

Why do you say such a thing to me?

What are you doing in there?

Those are my things, they're none of your business!

Get out.

Grandma says we don't have to hide any longer.

Where did you get that?

-We just have to ask Daddy. -Daddy will tell Mommy.

And Mommy never says yes once she's already said no.

We would have to do it in secret.

But then she might leave again.

And maybe she'll never come back again.

So you're always going to do what she wants?

It's your decision.

Even if it makes her sad.

Johanna!

No need to get overconfident!

What happened to your grandfather, your mother's father?

Did you learn where your grandma comes from?

From Linz?

She doesn't come from Linz, that much you can hear!

She grew up in Bohemia, in Diaspora.

In the Diaspora. So she's a Jew?

So am I!

The way she says it!

Miss Religion Teacher...

Wait, Miss Religion Teacher!

I'm sorry.

-Pastor. Pastor! -Miss Doringer, I'm really in a hurry.

They're Jews, and they have no business in church!

-I'm really in a hurry. -Ask to see her baptism certificate.

You'll see they pretend to be Catholic.

They're using the Church as a cover.

That's how brazen they are.

That's so mean, and it isn't true!

Are you ever impudent!

-See, that's typical. -Miss Doringer...

... everyone is welcome in the Church.

She wants to stop Grandma from going to Church!

You have to do something!

And what should I do? We'll endure this as well.

As long as you're the victim.

And you once again can be proud of what the others do to us.

I'd like to set something straight, Miss Doringer.

-Johanna, this isn't for you. -No, Hanna, you stay here.

What do you want from me?

I haven't done anything wrong.

You're a Sudeten German, right?

Yes, the Czechs plundered our house and drove us out of Teplitz over night.

In a cattle car. My father didn't survive it.

-Teplitz-Schönau? -Yes.

Teplitz-Schönau.

I have no baptism certificate.

And I don't know much about your Dear God.

I go to Church out of gratitude.

The only ones who helped us at the time were the young Chaplain and Mrs. Leeb.

So keep your mouth shut from now on.

Hanna?

And how do you know Teplitz-Schönau?

Knock it off and sing, will you.

I can't do it.

That's not true.

I know how well you can sing. Now sing, you stupid girl!

-I can't sing in front of so many. -Don't lie.

You dream of one day having everyone listen adoringly to you.

Johanna, you have the nicest voice in the class. Now sing!

Even if they want to forbid us from standing up for our conviction,

the 8th of May is not a day of liberation for us.

For us, this day is a day of mourning

and of remembrance of all of our brave comrades,

who gave their lives in the fight against a barbaric enemy,

for our people,

when the luck of war turned so horribly against us.

What took so long?

What were you doing there?

I thought it was a school ceremony.

-That's what Miss Doringer said. -That's where you sang?

How often need I say it?

We do not attract attention.

But we attract the least attention by doing what the others want.

Johanna, don't you understand?

She does it to humiliate us.

She sang so wonderfully, little Johanna!

Wolfi!

Come here, Wolfi!

When he grins and sweats like that,

that's when it's dangerous. I know.

Come to Daddy, Wolfi.

Come here, Wolfi.

Come here.

Wolfi, come, come here.

-Hello, children. -Hello.

Please ask her.

Just for tonight.

-Lisbeth, you can't... -Shh, not now.

Aunt Lisbeth, may I spend the night at Wolfi's?

-I don't think that's a good idea. -Please, Mommy, just once.

-Just once, please! -Please!

Good night.

You mustn't leave me alone.

Out of bed. Fall into line!

Fight like a soldier

or die!

Come, Wolfi, this is war!

Wolfi, fall into line!

This is war, do you understand! War! Come!

Get in!

Stop! Stop! Wolfi, I won't leave you alone!

Johanna!

Come here.

I can't let this go on any longer, I'm going to file charges.

Please!

It's not the first time. There will be consequences.

-Please... -Doctor, just a moment.

Doctor, Wolfi won't be going back to his father.

Oh, this doesn't look good.

-What? -Your blood pressure.

-The boy will stay with us. -Mother.

That's not good for your blood pressure.

I've survived much worse.

Well?

All right.

I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you.

Daddy sent me to war.

In war, you're all alone.

-Is that for Berger? -Yes.

Come on, I'll show you the way. First floor!

What did Germany have to pay reparations for this time?

For people like you, who are still scot-free.

We should be getting ten times as much.

There. Yes.

The show is about to start!

-You have to get a jar of jam first. -Can't Michael get it?

-Michael, can you... -Johanna!

Did you not hear me?

Should I go with you?

I can go alone!

Excuse me. Would you like to watch television with us?

Was that a joke? I wouldn't have expected that of you.

Franz?

Are you really that blind?

You'll never go into the cellar alone, okay?

Your wife is nearly suffocating next to you,

and you act as if it's nothing.

Of course I notice that something is weighing on her.

But she does not want to talk about it, and I respect that.

You've been married to her for fifteen years,

and never once asked her?

Have you ever thought that it might be you who makes Katharina's life so hard?

You're not interested.

You leave her alone.

Do you want me to tell you?

Mother, that's enough.

It's my business.

If I have to discuss something with my husband, I will.

Then do so.

Now you can receive your Pope's blessing in your own living room, Franz.

Urbi et orbi.

And "Lassie and Fury."

-And "Isar 12". -It's not children's entertainment.

The children may watch when we allow it, okay?

Since Mrs. Leeb is here...

Tell us how it was,

with the retired bank director.

Mother, please don't.

There's no place for that here.

I think I should go now.

No, Mrs. Leeb, stay.

Children, go to your rooms.

But "Lassie" is about to start.

That doesn't matter.

I don't think this is the right time for such discussions.

This is the television program of the Austrian Broadcast Company.

-Hello. -Could we watch some TV with you?

Don't you see how crass you are?

Nothing happened to you. No need to bear a grudge.

Katharina, talk.

Katharina, please talk.

You don't even trust me.

I'm ashamed.

You can tell me anything.

Everything.

Why did you marry me?

Out of pity?

Because I love you.

He doesn't set foot in here.

She just doesn't get it.

Thank you for everything.

Hey!

Little girl...

Let me out. Please!

Hey!

Why does everyone think they can treat me like crap?

Help me! Please.

You are my salvation.

The key is over there.

Come on.

Yes, that's a good girl.

And then you'll stay with me for a while, and we'll sing a bit.

Don't leave me alone.

Is one of the stovetops on?

-Is something burning in here? -Nothing's burning here.

-Johanna! -Where is Johanna?

Johanna, do you have the heater on again? Open the door!

-Johanna! -Something's burning!

-Don't you smell it? -It's outside! Downstairs!

Close the window!

-Grandma, here I am. -We have to go outside!

Michael?

Michael, come back here!

Franz! Help!

Help! Please, over here!

The fire department is here.

-They'll save us all. -Yes.

Help! Help me! Over there, in the cellar!

Are they unfolding a tarp? I'm too afraid to jump.

Michael must be downstairs.

Now a fireman is spraying water with a hose.

Smoke. A lot of smoke.

Michael is gone.

Mr. Leitinger is still in the cellar. His wife locked him up.

He was playing with fire again. Let him burn, just like in Hell.

-Mother, not in front of the child. -There's no harm in it.

Let him turn to coals.

Daddy says one shouldn't wish anything bad upon anyone.

There are exceptions.

For everything.

The firemen are carrying someone out of the house.

Is it Mr. Leitinger?

I don't know.

Mrs. Leitinger is standing there, next to the...

In the cellar, of all places.

-Fate can be so cruel. -Mother, that's enough.

What is enough, Katharina?

Don't you remember?

How he stood at the door, shouting,

"I won't let any racial vermin in our air-raid cellar!"

"We could do without you."

-Is anyone else in the building? -Yes, up there.

Ladder ready!

We have it all under control!

Keep your windows closed

and remain calm!

Mrs. Leeb?

You were there.

How he slammed the metal door in our faces.

How he sent me into the street with the children.

-Amidst the bombs. -But I did everything I could.

I pleaded with him to let you back in.

And then I was walking home with the girls.

A shell exploded right in front of my eyes.

I looked into the glare for too long.

The girls were screaming.

I thought I was going mad.

But I just... lost my eyesight.

They're covering him with a white sheet.

Open the window.

That smell.

It's the smell of justice.

That was it, then.

What are you doing here? You're interfering with police work.

Hello, Mrs. Berger.

Want to come along?

I'm staying with Grandma.

What a terrible death. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

A warning to us all. And then those awful rumors.

Who knows if it was an accident.

De morte nil sine bene, as they say in Latin.

Not a bad word about the deceased.

-He was a human, like all of us. -Not like all of us.

Only one like you. That's bad enough, Director, sir.

All I expect of him is an apology.

Oh, my child.

You can't expect anything of him. He won't change.

It only makes you more miserable.

Is it my own fault then?

Do you want to remain a victim forever?

-Franz, are you there? -No!

Yes!

Franz? Did you ever wonder how your wife survived back then, in Wels?

Mother, stop.

After her training, Katharina could not be employed as a teacher.

-Without an Aryan certificate... -That's my history!

-It's no one's business! -Katharina needed a new job.

Franz, are you still there?

Mrs. Leeb was convinced that...

... that Mr. Öllinger could be trusted.

He immediately gave her a position at his bank.

As his personal secretary.

I'm very sorry.

I had no way of knowing that...

I didn't want to make things difficult for you.

He called it working overtime.

He forced me, from day one.

"You could be a little bit friendlier."

That's what he said.

And then he did with me as he pleased.

I had to do it, or else he would've blown our cover.

Katharina? Open the door!

I'm sorry.

Please.

What are you doing?

Stay.

Franz knows everything.

But that's the best thing that could've happened.

Good morning, Mr. Berger.

You seem so serious. Has something happened?

Director, sir, you know what it says in the Bible.

If your brother has sinned, then confront him about it in person.

Does it say that, as a matter of fact? You know that better than I.

And if he is not ready to change, then tell it to the community.

If it says so in the Bible. But I'm not so sure Katharina would like that.

That was so long ago.

It's nearly forgotten. I'm in a hurry.

It's time you apologized to her.

But what for?

Everything is fine.

In my own way, I even helped save her.

Hasso!

Hasso, come!

And now for the song competition of the Catholic Youth.

We'll play the song from Johanna and Michael from Wels.

The siblings are supposedly among the favorites.

Grandma, we'll be famous!

We'll be famous!

Too bad.

We can't go without Mommy.

The first witnesses of the birth of Christ, the shepherds,

did not encounter just Baby Jesus,

they encountered a small family.

Mother, father and the newborn child.

Johanna, what are we speaking about?

About the Christian family.

But you don't even know where your grandfather is from and where he is now.

God sets foot upon the earth in the bosom of a family,

thus showing that the family is a safe place

to encounter and get to know Him.

That is why one of the most important services...

I'm waiting.

My teacher said I don't even know who my grandfather is.

My first husband, Gideon Feingold,

actor and singer,

Hanna's grandfather...

On April 9th, 1943,

he was deported to Auschwitz.

His prisoner number there was: J70813

In March 1944, most likely,

he was gassed and then incinerated.

I often saw him at the theater.

Likely.

Hanna.

Let's go.

Johanna?

Johanna?

And?

Are you a different person now?

No.

It doesn't bother me.

Being blind has to have its advantages.

Ruth Blumenau.

Blumenau was my maiden name.

Before I married Gideon.

Your grandfather.

He was the love of my life.

I was costume seamstress at the theater.

And he was the star. He was to get a role in a film.

In December 1932,

he went to Berlin.

After that, we never heard from him again.

Johanna,

it's late.

You go ahead, I'll come say goodnight.

There never was a film role for father in Berlin.

He left you. And me too.

And Lisbeth.

Yes.

He never answered my letters.

He only wrote me just before his deportation.

"I always carry you in my heart."

"I hope we'll see each other soon."

-Are you coming? -Certainly not.

Why should I be there when Mr. Leitinger is buried?

Simader, police.

-We have to talk to your daughter. -What?

Yes?

What does he want?

Is he taking away the child again?

Come with me.

Only the child.

-Franz. -Now hold on.

Katharina!

And Leitinger?

-He was sitting in there. -Did he want something from you?

Did you go to him? The door was open.

It was locked from the outside with a padlock.

It's time you stopped lying.

The firemen found Leitinger right here.

The padlock is open, the key is in it.

And the door to the compartment is open too.

But I have nothing to do with that.

You certainly do.

You were always fighting with Leitinger.

You saw him sleeping off his hangover.

Your grandma gave you the matches, and you went into the cellar.

Enough of these methods!

Do you enjoy frightening the child like that?

We have to follow every lead, even the rumors.

We're done here.

You did very well.

Mother?

Mother!

Mother, say something!

It's a false alarm. You can go now. Hanna? Hanna!

Don't be so strict with your mom.

Take care of her. You're the stronger one.

I had nothing to wear for the Feast of Tabernacles.

Over night, my mother sewed me a beautiful white dress.

I looked like an angel.

-Hanna? -Yes?

Where did you come from?

I think I won't recover.

Don't say such a thing.

Who'll tell me what I can't say now?

Give me your hand.

The last remnant of the Blumenau family.

Go now. You're too young for this.

Go now.

Something dark and elegant, that's what the mortician said.

What is that?

What did you do there?

It's our tradition, Grandma said.

The dress shouldn't be good for anything else.

A tear goes through our heart.

And shoes.

Who knows, if my future path is rocky and steep,

then I'll need walking shoes. That's what Grandma said.

Lord, give her eternal peace,

and may the eternal light burn.

Lord, let her rest in peace. Amen.

Thus speaks the God of Israel,

Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

Have no fear, for I shall redeem you.

I call you by your name. You belong to me.

For I, the Lord, am your God, your redeemer,

because you are precious and dear to me.

That's just typical.

At a funeral.

I'm very sorry.

Excuse me?

My condolences. I'm very sorry.

For what exactly? Everything?

Mrs. Berger, one moment please.

Katharina, I just wanted to tell you that I...

Oh, Mr. Öllinger...