What did I tell you? Fish again.
She doesn't eat. She gobbles!
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 pickled herring.
I've tried everything.
I'm at the end of my rope.
Why didn't you call me sooner?.
Agnes. Tell me what's wrong!
You know fish doesn't agree with you!
Take it from me.
A single communist joining the Party makes the Fuhrer happier...
than some bourgeois big shot who only--
Doesn't want to live.
Doesn't want to die.
I don't know.
Too much of everything, and it piles up.
That's what I used to say. But I made it.
Think it was easy when Koljaiczak--
your father--
disappeared under the timber...
and never came back?
But at least he was gone.
How can you talk like that when you do it with two men...
and never get enough?
That'll do, Mother!
You're pregnant! So what?
There's plenty of room here.
When will it be?
Never! It'll never be!
But, Agnes!
I had no way of knowing!
Help her!
Why don't you want the child?
It doesn't matter whose it is.
No trumpet playing 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 only the other day?
Is your drum broken?
Come see me. You'll get a new drum.
Beautiful day!
She's gone to the place where everything so cheap.
Yes, a beautiful day.
An unforgettable day.
l, too, have seen the Lord.
You've seen the Lord?
A beautiful day!
The Lord has passed.
He was in a hurry.
There once was a drummer.
His name was Oskar.
He lost his poor mama, who had eaten too much fish.
There was once a credulous people...
who believed in Santa Claus.
But Santa Claus was really the gas man!
There was once a toy merchant.
His name was Sigismund Markus...
and he sold tin drums lacquered 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 all the toys in the world away with him.
September 1, 1939.
You know the data, I assume.
That was when I committed my second crime.
For l, Oskar the drummer...
not only drummed my poor mama to her grave.
I also dragged...
my poor uncle and presumptuous father, Jan Bronski...
to the Polish post office...
so causing his death.
- Halt! You can't go through. - Why not? I work here.
Off limits. Nobody's allowed in.
We only want to see Kobyella.
He's a Pole! Stop him!
It's high time.
Quick! They're issuing weapons.
You're always the last one.
Helmet. The ammunition's over there.
What are you doing here?
Kobyella. Repair drum.
Impossible. Kobyella 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 violated.
Last night, for the first time...
Poles opened fire on German regulars...
on German soil.
Since 5:45 this morning, their fire is being returned.
From now on, bomb will 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, Kobyella. Don't give up.
I'll tie you Then you won't tip over.
Is it my turn?
With one play, two contras, three schneiders, four times clubs.
That makes 48 or 12 pfennigs.
Hey, don't be a spoilsport.
I can't play by myself.
Pull yourself together.
what's wrong?
Kobyella, 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 filmed us for a newsreel that was shown...
in all the movie houses...
because Oskar's experience in the Polish post office...
went down in history...
as the first battle of World War II.
What? They've shot Jan Bronski?
All the Polish clerks were shot.
Then the Germans picked up the cartridge cases.
All but one.
They always forget one.
The Hanseatic Free City of Danzig...
celebrated the union of its brick Gothic...
with the Greater German Reich.
It's a big moment in your life.
Keep your eyes open. You'll have stories to tell.
I think I'll faint if he looks 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.
Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with you.
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Holy 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 toilet?
Another tune?
"Mary, My Adoration."
Maria, I love you
With all of my heart
Forever and ever
We never will part
Go away!
Disregarding my anonymous infatuations...
Maria was my first love.
How old are you?
Just sixteen.
Me too.
I can't believe it.
Maria smelled of vanilla.
I wondered why.
Did she rub herself with some root?
Was it some cheap perfume...
that she sprayed herself with?
Oskar resolved to find out.
What are you doing?
Hey, stop it!
You little rascal!
You dive in, and you don't know a thing.
Good evening.
- Gonna be late? - Could be.
Too many victories to celebrate.
You can sleep with Maria.
There's plenty 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 little more. Just a little.
But be careful.
Don't worry.
Almost. Almost.
Just a little more. But be careful!
I am!
Go away!
Hey!
Alfred, stop it!
Is it the kid's fault if you're not careful?
Me? Who kept wanting a little more?
I said, "Be careful. It's coming soon." But it never came at all.
Never enough. You're all the same.
In, out, finished. That's your idea of love.
Well, go look for somebody else.
Do you take me for an electric bell?
And you never take precautions!
Stop bawling. I'm fed up.
Then go back to your comrades, you jerk.
I need a change, that's for sure.
Women!
They're all a lot of quick squirters. Beat it!
Get yourself a POW if you're in heat.
Maybe the Frog that brings the beer.
Maybe he'll satisfy you.
I see love as something more than piggishness
Next time I'll play cards. Then I'll know what to expect.
You nasty little dwarf!
You crazy midget!
You belong in the bughouse!
Oh, Oskar, I didn't mean it.
Then you'll have you own room.
He'll soon be 17.
Come on in.
You'll freeze.
Want to come in a while?
Come a little closer, Oskar.
Come under the covers, where it's warm.
It's dreadfully cold.
Greff doesn't give us enough heat.
Come in.
Go ahead.
Greff wants to harden his body.
He loves youth, hard bodies...
but he likes boys more than girls.
Victory through strengh and through joy
My feet are frozen.
A scout is never cold.
They're doing fine in the east.
Leningrad will fall any day.
Kiev's more important because of the oil.
More zip than in '15 when I was in the army.
Moscow's the main thing.
Alfred, you carve.
What would we do without Grandma?
Yes, the Kashubians are still good for something.
Oh, if I could only be out there!
But I'm needed on the home front.
Moscow must be wiped out...
or we'll have to feed all those people.
The Fuhrer knows that.
They've sent my Herbert to the front...
to make him fight.
Disciplinary battalion.
Starve 'em! Starve all our enemies!
That'll end the war.
Breast or drumstick?
I'd like a drumstick.
It's nice and juicy.
The nations of Europe are all on our side.
The stalwart Finns.
No goose without sage!
- The Magyars, the Rumanians. - Oh, Oskar, what a splendid feast.
We're advancing on the oceans too.
For we're sailing
No goose, Greff?.
You know I don't eat meat.
A youthful 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 delicious.
Now you've got a little brother, Oskar.
You'll soon be able to play with him.
The butcher's son has been killed.
He got the Iron Cross, First Class.
Second Class!
When I say First, it's First!
Anyway he's dead.
Kurt, my son--
You are definitely my son.
When you're three...
I'll give you a drum...
and if you want to stop growing...
I'll show you how it's done.
An autograph, please.
My dear Oskar!
How glad I am to see you again!
Didn't I tell you? We're too little to lose each other.
Splendid! Splendid! You haven't grown an inch.
Permit me to introduce Oskar...
an old friend, who sings glass to bits.
Signorina Roswitha Raguna...
the great somnambulist!
The joy of our soldiers on every front...
and of my old 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 leaders.
Filthy politics!
And now we entertain the troops.
A present from Oskar.
You are very talented.
Why don't you join us? What's to keep you here?
Yes, join us, young man.
Play your drum, sing champagne glasses and light bulbs to bits.
The German army of occupation in fair France, in gay Paris...
will thank you.
Dear tin soldiers of Paris...
Bebra's Front Line Theater will play for you...
sing for you...
and help you to win the war!
What are you thinking about?
About my grandmother's skirts.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
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 glass killer!
Mazel tov.
One corporal, five men, nothing to report.
Thank you. At ease, Corporal.
You see? Nothing to report.
Been this way for years.
There's always the tide, nature's contribution.
That's what keeps our men busy.
That's why we go on building pollboxes.
You have faith in concrete?
We haven't much faith in anything.
- Am I right, Corporal? - Right, sir.
But still you mix and pour.
Is the black witch here today No, no, no
She will make an evil brew
She will put you in her stew and then she will devour you
Is the black witch here today Yes, yes, yes
Look There she is
Goody! Picnic in the open.
Real Hungarian salami. Wonderful!
Chocolate from Holland!
And now, fall to!
Dig in, my friends!
Where do we begin?
Ah! With caviar!
Rescued from Stalingrad!
And now, Signorina Raguna...
could you tell us...
as well as the ladies and gentlemen present tonight...
the exact birth date...
of Lieutenant Herzog?
April 11...
1915...
in Bremen.
That's right. So is the place.
Applause...
for Signorina Raguna, the great somnambulist.
I see they're bringing him champagne.
- But you'll never drink it. - Comrades.
- I'm sorry. - Why not?
All together!
Where's the witch black as pitch
Don't be afraid.
Nothing will happen.
My little man!
Children! Quick!
What's the matter?.
The Americans are coming!
Oskar, I must have coffee!
- I can't go without coffee. - Roswitha, we're leaving.
Please, a cup of coffee!
Roswitha, I don't know how old you were.
I only know that you smelled of cinnamon...
and nutmeg.
You could see into the hearts of men...
but not into your own heart.
Ah, dear Oskar...
we dwarfs and fools shouldn't dance on concrete...
that was poured for giants.
Come on. We have to move out.
- Well, Oskar, good-bye. - Good luck.
And keep your chin up.
Hey, Kurt, Oskar's come back for your birthday.
Your little brother is just three.
I've brought you a present.
Are you allowed to wear that uniform?
Where have you been?
We looked all over for you. The police looked high and low.
We had to swear we hadn't bumped you off.
Well, now you're here.
Beethoven. Now there was a genius!
Attention! Attention!
This is the first Berlin Antiaircraft Division.
The reported bomber formations...
and now in the Hanover area.
Turn it off. It's all over. Final victory!
Alfred, get rid of your Party pin!
The Russkis'll be here any minute!
Bury it under the potatoes.
Hands up!
All right, I'll do it.
Hurry! I've still got shoes to sole.
Oh, my! His hand!
It doesn't hurt him now.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Hail, Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Kurt! Stop throwing stones.
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Should I or shouldn't I?
You're 20, Oskar!
Should you or shouldn't you?
You're an orphan, Oskar!
I should, I must...
I will 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 like a Kashubian!
Our heads were made for hard knocks.
And now you're going where things are better.
Only Grandma will stay here...
because you can't move Kashubians around like that.
They have to stay so other people...
can clout them on the head...
because we're not Polish 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 fell down the stairs...
and stopped growing.
Now he's fallen into a grave and wants to grow again.