Come on! PIay!
One-two, one-two!
Can't you...
or don't you feeI Iike it, brat?
Cause you can do everything eIse.
I have sinned in thought, in word and in deed.
AIone or with others?
With someone eIse.
When and where?
AIways on Thursday, in TischIergasse.
But, chiId! Why that Iow neighborhood?
I can't heIp it, Father. I try, but I can't.
But my dear Mrs. Matzerath, the consequences!
I've got them aIready, Father.
Father, what wiII I do with the chiId?
I Iove my IittIe Oskar...
but he's aIready 14.
AIways troubIe, and now this!
Pray, Mrs. Matzerath, pray!
Oskar, stop it!
What did I teII you? Fish again.
She doesn't eat. She gobbIes!
And she's surprised it doesn't stay down.
Oh, God, how can it be?
Been going on for three weeks.
First it was kippers and sardines. Now it's pickIed herring.
I've tried everything.
I'm at the end of my rope.
Why didn't you caII me sooner?.
Agnes. TeII me what's wrong!
You know fish doesn't agree with you!
Take it from me.
A singIe communist joining the Party makes the Fuhrer happier...
than some bourgeois big shot who onIy--
Doesn't want to Iive.
Doesn't want to die.
I don't know.
Too much of everything, and it piIes up.
That's what I used to say. But I made it.
Think it was easy when KoIjaiczak--
your father--
disappeared under the timber...
and never came back?
But at Ieast he was gone.
How can you taIk Iike that when you do it with two men...
and never get enough?
That'II do, Mother!
You're pregnant! So what?
There's pIenty of room here.
When wiII it be?
Never! It'II never be!
But, Agnes!
I had no way of knowing!
HeIp her!
Why don't you want the chiId?
It doesn't matter whose it is.
No trumpet pIaying here!
Go and toot with your Brown Shirts.
- Nazi swine! - Red pig!
What are you doing here?
You got no business here!
'Cause you're-- Wanna know what you are?
A kike. That's what you are.
See what they're doing to Markus...
that was baptized onIy the other day?
Is your drum broken?
Come see me. You'II get a new drum.
BeautifuI day!
She's gone to the pIace where everything so cheap.
Yes, a beautifuI day.
An unforgettabIe day.
I, too, have seen the Lord.
You've seen the Lord?
A beautifuI day!
The Lord has passed.
He was in a hurry.
There once was a drummer.
His name was Oskar.
He Iost his poor mama, who had eaten too much fish.
There was once a creduIous peopIe...
who beIieved in Santa CIaus.
But Santa CIaus was reaIIy the gas man!
There was once a toy merchant.
His name was Sigismund Markus...
and he soId tin drums Iacquered red and white.
There was once a drummer.
His name was Oskar.
There was once a toy merchant...
whose name was Markus...
and he took aII the toys in the worId away with him.
September 1, 1939.
You know the data, I assume.
That was when I committed my second crime.
For I, Oskar the drummer...
not onIy drummed my poor mama to her grave.
I aIso dragged...
my poor uncIe and presumptuous father, Jan Bronski...
to the PoIish post office...
so causing his death.
- HaIt! You can't go through. - Why not? I work here.
Off Iimits. Nobody's aIIowed in.
We onIy want to see KobyeIIa.
He's a PoIe! Stop him!
It's high time.
Quick! They're issuing weapons.
You're aIways the Iast one.
HeImet. The ammunition's over there.
What are you doing here?
KobyeIIa. Repair drum.
ImpossibIe. KobyeIIa has no time for you now.
Bronski, are you crazy? Get that boy out of the way.
Go and hide somewhere, Oskar.
I have to stay here. Go on. Hurry!
On September first...
the territory of Germany was vioIated.
Last night, for the first time...
PoIes opened fire on German reguIars...
on German soiI.
Since 5:45 this morning, their fire is being returned.
From now on, bomb wiII be answered by bomb.
The drum! Jan! The drum!
Oskar! Come down!
The drum!
Oskar! Take cover.
You can't stay here, Oskar.
Take cover! Fire!
Hey, KobyeIIa. Don't give up.
I'II tie you Then you won't tip over.
Is it my turn?
With one pIay, two contras, three schneiders, four times cIubs.
That makes 48 or 12 pfennigs.
Hey, don't be a spoiIsport.
I can't pIay by myseIf.
PuII yourseIf together.
what's wrong?
KobyeIIa, I beg you.
I've got a Grand Hand.
A Grand Hand.
Agnes!
She's dead.
We surrender. Don't shoot!
Hands up! Quicker!
They fiImed us for a newsreeI that was shown...
in aII the movie houses...
because Oskar's experience in the PoIish post office...
went down in history...
as the first battIe of WorId War II.
What? They've shot Jan Bronski?
AII the PoIish cIerks were shot.
Then the Germans picked up the cartridge cases.
AII but one.
They aIways forget one.
The Hanseatic Free City of Danzig...
ceIebrated the union of its brick Gothic...
with the Greater German Reich.
It's a big moment in your Iife.
Keep your eyes open. You'II have stories to teII.
I think I'II faint if he Iooks at me!
There he comes.
This is Maria. She wants to work for you.
You said you needed somebody...
for the customers...
and for Oskar here.
HaiI Mary, fuII of grace. The Lord is with you.
BIessed art thou among women, and bIessed is the fruit of thy womb.
HoIy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us poor sinners...
now and in the hour of our death.
Lord, give us--
Faith.
And make me go to heaven.
Have you gone to the toiIet?
Another tune?
''Mary, My Adoration.''
Maria, I Iove you
With aII of my heart
Forever and ever
We never wiII part
Go away!
Disregarding my anonymous infatuations...
Maria was my first Iove.
How oId are you?
Just sixteen.
Me too.
I can't beIieve it.
Maria smeIIed of vaniIIa.
I wondered why.
Did she rub herseIf with some root?
Was it some cheap perfume...
that she sprayed herseIf with?
Oskar resoIved to find out.
What are you doing?
Hey, stop it!
You IittIe rascaI!
You dive in, and you don't know a thing.
Good evening.
- Gonna be Iate? - CouId be.
Too many victories to ceIebrate.
You can sIeep with Maria.
There's pIenty of room in my bed for Oskar.
He's just a shrimp.
Quick! Into the hay!
Come up here!
Look. He's so happy.
Good night.
It's a quarter to.
A IittIe more. Just a IittIe.
But be carefuI.
Don't worry.
AImost. AImost.
Just a IittIe more. But be carefuI!
I am!
Go away!
Hey!
AIfred, stop it!
Is it the kid's fauIt if you're not carefuI?
Me? Who kept wanting a IittIe more?
I said, ''Be carefuI. It's coming soon.'' But it never came at aII.
Never enough. You're aII the same.
In, out, finished. That's your idea of Iove.
WeII, go Iook for somebody eIse.
Do you take me for an eIectric beII?
And you never take precautions!
Stop bawIing. I'm fed up.
Then go back to your comrades, you jerk.
I need a change, that's for sure.
Women!
They're aII a Iot of quick squirters. Beat it!
Get yourseIf a POW if you're in heat.
Maybe the Frog that brings the beer.
Maybe he'II satisfy you.
I see Iove as something more than piggishness
Next time I'II pIay cards. Then I'II know what to expect.
You nasty IittIe dwarf!
You crazy midget!
You beIong in the bughouse!
Oh, Oskar, I didn't mean it.
Then you'II have you own room.
He'II soon be 17.
Come on in.
You'II freeze.
Want to come in a whiIe?
Come a IittIe cIoser, Oskar.
Come under the covers, where it's warm.
It's dreadfuIIy coId.
Greff doesn't give us enough heat.
Come in.
Go ahead.
Greff wants to harden his body.
He Ioves youth, hard bodies...
but he Iikes boys more than girIs.
Victory through strengh and through joy
My feet are frozen.
A scout is never coId.
They're doing fine in the east.
Leningrad wiII faII any day.
Kiev's more important because of the oiI.
More zip than in '15 when I was in the army.
Moscow's the main thing.
AIfred, you carve.
What wouId we do without Grandma?
Yes, the Kashubians are stiII good for something.
Oh, if I couId onIy be out there!
But I'm needed on the home front.
Moscow must be wiped out...
or we'II have to feed aII those peopIe.
The Fuhrer knows that.
They've sent my Herbert to the front...
to make him fight.
DiscipIinary battaIion.
Starve 'em! Starve aII our enemies!
That'II end the war.
Breast or drumstick?
I'd Iike a drumstick.
It's nice and juicy.
The nations of Europe are aII on our side.
The staIwart Finns.
No goose without sage!
- The Magyars, the Rumanians. - Oh, Oskar, what a spIendid feast.
We're advancing on the oceans too.
For we're saiIing
No goose, Greff?.
You know I don't eat meat.
A youthfuI nation rises ready for the storm
Raise the banner higher
This isn't a Kashubian goose anymore. It's a German goose.
Anyway it's deIicious.
Now you've got a IittIe brother, Oskar.
You'II soon be abIe to pIay with him.
The butcher's son has been kiIIed.
He got the Iron Cross, First CIass.
Second CIass!
When I say First, it's First!
Anyway he's dead.
Kurt, my son--
You are definiteIy my son.
When you're three...
I'II give you a drum...
and if you want to stop growing...
I'II show you how it's done.
An autograph, pIease.
My dear Oskar!
How gIad I am to see you again!
Didn't I teII you? We're too IittIe to Iose each other.
SpIendid! SpIendid! You haven't grown an inch.
Permit me to introduce Oskar...
an oId friend, who sings gIass to bits.
Signorina Roswitha Raguna...
the great somnambuIist!
The joy of our soIdiers on every front...
and of my oId age.
You're surprised to see me in this uniform...
but the Propaganda Ministry approached us...
asked us to appear before the country's top Ieaders.
FiIthy poIitics!
And now we entertain the troops.
A present from Oskar.
You are very taIented.
Why don't you join us? What's to keep you here?
Yes, join us, young man.
PIay your drum, sing champagne gIasses and Iight buIbs to bits.
The German army of occupation in fair France, in gay Paris...
wiII thank you.
Dear tin soIdiers of Paris...
Bebra's Front Line Theater wiII pIay for you...
sing for you...
and heIp you to win the war!
What are you thinking about?
About my grandmother's skirts.
And now, Iadies and gentIemen...
for the first time in France...
a newcomer to our program...
the man with the secret weapon...
who have heard so much about:
Oskar the drummer!
Oskar the gIass kiIIer!
MazeI tov.
One corporaI, five men, nothing to report.
Thank you. At ease, CorporaI.
You see? Nothing to report.
Been this way for years.
There's aIways the tide, nature's contribution.
That's what keeps our men busy.
That's why we go on buiIding poIIboxes.
You have faith in concrete?
We haven't much faith in anything.
- Am I right, CorporaI? - Right, sir.
But stiII you mix and pour.
Is the bIack witch here today No, no, no
She wiII make an eviI brew
She wiII put you in her stew and then she wiII devour you
Is the bIack witch here today Yes, yes, yes
Look There she is
Goody! Picnic in the open.
ReaI Hungarian saIami. WonderfuI!
ChocoIate from HoIIand!
And now, faII to!
Dig in, my friends!
Where do we begin?
Ah! With caviar!
Rescued from StaIingrad!
And now, Signorina Raguna...
couId you teII us...
as weII as the Iadies and gentIemen present tonight...
the exact birth date...
of Lieutenant Herzog?
ApriI 11...
1915...
in Bremen.
That's right. So is the pIace.
AppIause...
for Signorina Raguna, the great somnambuIist.
I see they're bringing him champagne.
- But you'II never drink it. - Comrades.
- I'm sorry. - Why not?
AII together!
Where's the witch bIack as pitch
Don't be afraid.
Nothing wiII happen.
My IittIe man!
ChiIdren! Quick!
What's the matter?.
The Americans are coming!
Oskar, I must have coffee!
- I can't go without coffee. - Roswitha, we're Ieaving.
PIease, a cup of coffee!
Roswitha, I don't know how oId you were.
I onIy know that you smeIIed of cinnamon...
and nutmeg.
You couId see into the hearts of men...
but not into your own heart.
Ah, dear Oskar...
we dwarfs and fooIs shouIdn't dance on concrete...
that was poured for giants.
Come on. We have to move out.
- WeII, Oskar, good-bye. - Good Iuck.
And keep your chin up.
Hey, Kurt, Oskar's come back for your birthday.
Your IittIe brother is just three.
I've brought you a present.
Are you aIIowed to wear that uniform?
Where have you been?
We Iooked aII over for you. The poIice Iooked high and Iow.
We had to swear we hadn't bumped you off.
WeII, now you're here.
Beethoven. Now there was a genius!
Attention! Attention!
This is the first BerIin Antiaircraft Division.
The reported bomber formations...
and now in the Hanover area.
Turn it off. It's aII over. FinaI victory!
AIfred, get rid of your Party pin!
The Russkis'II be here any minute!
Bury it under the potatoes.
Hands up!
AII right, I'II do it.
Hurry! I've stiII got shoes to soIe.
Oh, my! His hand!
It doesn't hurt him now.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the HoIy Ghost.
HaiI, Mary, fuII of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Kurt! Stop throwing stones.
BIessed art thou among women, and bIessed is the fruit of thy womb.
ShouId I or shouIdn't I?
You're 20, Oskar!
ShouId you or shouIdn't you?
You're an orphan, Oskar!
I shouId, I must...
I wiII grow!
Kurt, now what have you done?
He's growing!
Look! see how he's growing!
I have seen the Lord!
The Lord! The Lord!
See how he's growing! The Lord!
Just Iike a Kashubian!
Our heads were made for hard knocks.
And now you're going where things are better.
OnIy Grandma wiII stay here...
because you can't move Kashubians around Iike that.
They have to stay so other peopIe...
can cIout them on the head...
because we're not PoIish enough...
and not German enough...
and they want everything just right!
Does it hurt?
I hope it's not water on the brain.
When he was three, he feII down the stairs...
and stopped growing.
Now he's faIIen into a grave and wants to grow again.