Hey, kid!
Hey, Ismael. Catch!
Such a pleasure to see you, Herr Lieberman.
The pleasure is all mine, Herr Strasser, I assure you.
I hate to bother such a famous Nazi hunter, like yourself,
with such trifle as the rent, but it is the third of the month.
Quite so, you will have a cheque in several days.
By all means, take your time, Herr Lieberman.
Feel free to ignore your responsibilities,
while my property is being ruined.
We have floods all over the building, because of you.
You overload the floor putting a strain on the pipes upstairs,
and then they break.
The pipes upstairs break, and I'm to blame?
Everything is connected.
The whole building will soon collapse because of you.
- Ezra! - Get out!
- You have no right... - You have a call from Paraguay.
This is an apartment house, not an office building.
You have no right to bring in these heavy cabbinets in here.
All right, all right.
So next time rent to a feather merchant.
Hello.
Mr. Lieberman?
- Out! You understand! - You get out!
Go and fix your rotten plumbing.
Barry Kohler? No, I don't think I know you.
I sent you a package with photos.
You didn't?
You sound like an American.
What are you doing in Paraguay?
I've been monitoring the activities of a group of Nazis.
And I've identify several of them as war criminals.
Well, from your books and articles.
Forty years of heartbreak and sacrifice and you call it junk!
Yes, junk! Junk, junk!
Herr Strasser, we are wasting valuable time.
The hole up there is very enormous.
Huge chunks of plaster are coming down from your ceiling.
Look, how I step on the ground.
Quite soon I will be through into your apartment,
right into the lap of your beloved wife. God forbid.
- Come. - Don't push me.
Leave my brother and me alone. Get out!
Come, Herr Strasser.
Esther, the man's an idiot.
No, I'm an idiot for letting him make me angry.
- Go on, take your phone call. - Oh!
The young man who's just discovered there are Nazis in South America.
So, Mr. Kohler, forgive the interruption.
I work alone like you, Mr. Lieberman,
which is why I'm calling you. You see, I'm onto something.
Mr. Kohler, it maybe a blinding revelation to you,
that there are Nazis in Paraguay,
but I assure you, it is no news to me.
And if you stay there much longer, there will still be Naziss in Paraguay,
but there will be one less Jewish boy in the world.
Something's going on.
They seemed to be gathered for some kind of operation.
A bunch of them have been moving in and out of Ralph Gunther's estate.
I want to know what to do next.
Get on a plane and go home, or better still go to the American Embassy,
run to the American Embassy and tell them to put you on the plane.
Thank you for your advice.
What did he want?
I don't know.
Advise, instructions.
A boy like that. Lucky to survive one day in Paraguay!
He's been there some weeks.
I told him to go home, anyhow.
What does he want, applause?
One, two, three, four.
One, two.
- One, two. - One, two.
- Goddamn, it works! - Goddamn, it works!
Come on, damn you, tune in.
Gentlemen, he's coming.
So, Gunther,
this is the moment.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, be at your ease, I beg of you.
- Gunther, would you do the honours? - Certainly, Dr. Mengele.
Mengele.
Captain Gerhart Mundt.
Yes, yes, I have heard nothing but the highest praise for you, captain.
Thank you, Herr Doctor.
- Major Ludwig Trausteiner. - Thank you for coming, Major.
- Captain... - All right, Gunther.
Captain Farnbach and I are old comrades.
Are we not, captain?
It is extremely flattering to be remembered after all those years, sir.
I am not so senile, or so ungrateful that I cannot remember a loyal officer
from the early days of the struggle.
And now for the youth.
This is Dietrich Hessen, son of Wilhelm Hessen.
Welcome, young man.
- Wolfgang Kleist. - I am pleased you are with us.
Thank you, Herr Doktor.
- And Otto Schwimmer. - A great pleasure, Herr Schwimmer.
And now to business.
Sit down, gentlemen, please.
The task before you is the most important operation
that the Kamerades organization has ever undertaken.
It is the vital link in a programme
to which I and your leaders have devoted many years of huge effort.
Your success on this project carries with it the hope
and destiny of the Aryan race.
And that is not an exageration, but the literal truth.
It is a holy mission, gentlemen.
You should consider yourselves highly honoured
to have been chosen to perform it.
Now for the details.
In the next two-an-half years, ninety-four men
must die on or near certain dates.
Sixteen of these men are in West Germany,
fourteen in Sweden, thirteen in England,
twelve in the United States, ten in Norway,
nine in Austria, eight in Holland,
and six each in Denmark and Canada.
A total of ninety-four
assassinations.
All of these men
will be sixty-five years old when their dates come around.
Obviously, a few of them will already have died of natural causes.
Yes, Farnbach.
Who are these men? Jews?
Not one.
They are all family men, tax inspectors,
civil servants, school principals, men of minor authority.
Are we permitted to hire accomplices?
Accomplices? I would not advise it.
Bear it in mind, these are sixty-five year old men.
Their eyesight is failing, they have slow reflexes, diminished strength.
I've been through Sweden quite a bit,
but I've never heard of this place, Rasbo.
It is a village. About fifteen kilometres from Upsala.
That is Bertile Hayden, the post master, there.
And by killing this old mail man
I will be fulfilling the destiny of the Aryan race?
You wish to be relieved of this assignment, captain Mundt?
No, sir.
Then, do not question your orders.
Simply obey them.
Yes, Herr Doktor.
I apologise.
Further questions?
The men's families are not to be involved.
And in the case of say younger wives
who might be open to romantic overtures as accomplices.
I repeat, the families are not to be involved.
You will travel and live in a manner befitting
salesmen, for large German firms.
You'll have more than enough money for any equipment you might need.
It is vital that you check in with headquarters on the first...
Find it!
Sir!
All right, Mr. Lieberman, listen to this.
Killing this old mail man,
I will be fulfulling the destiny of the Aryan race?
Operator, any word of my call yet?
Hello.
Kohler!
I thought I told you to leave.
Well, I didn't Mr. Lieberman, but I think you're going to be glad I didn't.
Doktor Josef Mengele was here tonight.
You mean to tell me you've called me up at 3 o'clock in the morning
to tell me Doktor Josef Mengele is in Paraguay?
I know that, Mr. Kohler, so does my sister,
so does my landlord, and my tailor, and now you know it too.
My congratulations!
He came to a meeting at Gunther's house tonight.
The others were there too.
Mengele's sending them out to kill ninety-four, sixty-five year old men
in the next two-an-half years.
What are you talking about?
Ninety-four at sixty-five...
two-an-half years.
I can hear you, Mr. Kohler, I just can't follow what you're saying.
Goddamn it, you don't have to believe me, I've got it all on tape.
All of them, Europe, Canada, the United States.
Mostly civil servants.
Okay, I'm running it down now. It'll only take a second.
Take your time, old men don't go back to sleep once they've been awakened.
- Welcome, young man. - The stuff on now, it's just a lot of
introducing and glad handing around.
Mengele is acting like chairman of the board.
Will you stop asking questions and just listen Mr. Lieberman?
Okay, here it comes.
The task before you is the most important...
Kohler!
Are you there, Kohler?
Kohler!
...your success on this project...
Kohler.
Clean the room.
Dispose of the body.
I do not want a trace of this vermin to remain.
Everything is all right, you can take care of the police.
- Who was the boy calling? - It does not matter.
- Perhaps you should wait? - We wait for nothing,
the fourth Reich is coming, Gunther.
Our men will leave tomorrow as planned.
Kill him.
Is there no way of checking this further?
All right, thank you.
The Vienna telephone exchange says there was a call from Paraguay,
but Paraguay say that no such call took place.
I have finally found a couple of things from that boy.
Mundt!
Captain in a Death-Head Regiment.
Farnbach, a Gestapo agent.
Trausteiner! Assistant commandant, at Dachau.
Cheap bureaucrats and murderers.
And these...
who knows.
- Ezra, you know, you shouldn't. - Esther, Esther,
after all I've been through, one puff won't hurt me.
These...
Colonel Eduard Seibert, he's the adjutant to Rausch,
the head of the Kamerads organization.
He was in command of the extermination units on the Eastern Front.
He's a real aristocrat,
what's he doing in such undistinguished company?
And then, it wasn't a hoax after all.
Esther,
on the telephone, after that boy was cut off,
I felt something...
something in the silence, something alive,
and...
hateful.
Maybe, I'm getting senile.
You haven't got the time.
Ninety-four... ordinary men.
Beynon!
Oh, Christ!
Mr. Beynon, so nice to see you again.
- How are you getting along? - Can't complain, who'd listen.
- May I take up a moment of your time? - I'm so sorry, I'm late for lunch.
Oh, always such a prodigious appetite.
What?
Eight times last week I call you
and each time you are at lunch. Maybe you have a tate warm?
Now, Sidney, please, just a few moments of your time.
Very well, come on.
Ezra, you carry this whole damn concentration camp thing
pinned to your coat-tails.
Why do you keep knocking yourself out?
Nothing ever pays off.
Frieda Maloney is in jail.
Frieda Maloney! She was only a guard in a camp.
She strangled young girls with their own hair,
bayonetted infants. - Maybe she was a despicable criminal,
but she just isn't news thirty years later.
Sidney, there is a plot by the Kamerads Organization,
which is the illegal army...
Yes, I know what it is.
They plan to kill ninety-four men in the next two-an-half years.
Jews, I suppose?
I want your European, Canadian and American bureaus
to send you clippings
of all sixty-five year old civil servants who die accidentally.
You pass them to me and I'll go through them.
And whose plot is this?
Josef Mengele.
He's the red herring in this little barrel?
What a title for the chief doctor of Auschwitz
who killed two-an-half million people,
experimented on children, Jewish and non-Jewish,
using twins mostly, injecting blue dyes into their eyes
to make them acceptable Aryans.
Ezra.
Amputating limbs and organs from thousands,
operating without anaesthetic, but with the strenght of Wagner
providing an obligato to the screams of the mutons he was creating.
Don't lecture me!
Sidney,
you owe me something.
Even if only to humour an old man
who once brought you page one international story.
You owe me this much, Sidney.
Now, I'm collecting.
Have you any idea how many men in their mid-sixties,
die every day?
I try not to think about it.
Save it for your wife, Herr Doring.
What I've got is too good for her.
I can feel that, Herr Doring.
Go on, go on.
Pig.
Good boy.
Seibert!
News?
Good news, our salesmen have all checked in.
The first quotas have been filled, all on the exact dates.
Two a day early and one a day late.
Splendid, splendid! Come.
We'll have a nice lunch.
Colonel, I will need to have a full report on all this for my records.
I've already taken care of that.
Four out of seven on the exact dates.
They are good men.
Well chosen.
General Rausch called me yesterday from the Costa Brava.
Why didn't you tell us about Lieberman?
I did not think this was necessary.
The General is concerned.
But Ezra Lieberman, no one takes him seriously.
Even the rich Jews who used to send him money,
have found better ways to ease their consciences.
The man's bank has failed,
his followers have fallen away from him.
He's entirely without credibility, I just decided he was not important.
If you'll forgive me, Herr Doktor, it was not your decision to make.
You could have compromised their agents all over the world.
And if I have told you about Lieberman,
you would have compromised my project.
How bad would it be if we postponed for three or four months?
That would reduce the outcome by...
twenty percent, there are 18 men in the first four months
it would change the results completely.
Assuming that there is an outcome.
There'll be exactly the results I have promised.
General Rausch wanted to recall these six men.
Impossible!
Until we find out how much Lieberman knows.
Impossible, this project has a timetable
that muste be observed, it cannot be changed.
Herr Doktor...
Colonel, do you fully understand what it is that I have done?
I, the outlaw,
the so-called war criminal.
Right here in this God-forsaken place,
I have created a scientific miracle.
I have turned the whole world into a laboratory.
Our laboratory.
Don't talk me about six men.
I would send out six more if they were caught,
and six more, and six more, until the task was done.
I agree, Herr Doktor, I agree.
I hope that we can resolve this Lieberman business,
and that you get to put 94 check marks on that beautiful chart of yours.
Come.
Walk me to the plane.
You see how passionate I am on this subject.
Uh huh!
To think that one day this place will be a shrine
to be visited by millions of school-children.
Yes, that is a nice thought. Yes, Doktor.
Gladbeck, three-thirty, Ezra.
We'll get there, we'll get there, when do I ever miss a train?
Now you know what to do while I'm away?
Go through all those clippings, separate them by countries, cities,
try to isolate all violent crime.
Ezra, there are already more than a hundred clippings
and Beynon called to say there are more to come.
Well, we have to start somewhere.
Yes, yes, but we can't afford to hunt for all those men.
Well, that's why I'm going to these cities first,
because they are the closest and the cheapest, it's the begining.
Yes, but you know that...
Remember to separate the ones in New England from the rest.
I can cover them while I'm on the lecture tour.
Still, without any help.
Without help, without money, without time, what else is new?
The landlord!
Where are you going?
- To turn that damn tape off. - Leave it, I like music.
Well, he doesn't.
He'll prowI round the landing listening at my door,
- just waiting to catch me. - Catch you? Doing what?
Just what we're doing now, love.
Mr. Harrington doesn't like any mucking-around in his house,
he has a wife and kid, you know. Old coot!
Bet he wouldn't say no if I invited him in here.
Then maybe we'll invite him in.
Later.
Is this Frau Doring's residence? My name is Lieberman.
Good.
I think she's off the phone by now.
You're her grandson?
Her son.
Herr Lieberman!
Frau Doring, thank you so much for seeing me.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
You are the same man they had on television, several months ago.
The Nazi hunter. Frieda Maloney.
Do you kill Nazis when you catch them?
That's against the law, it's much better to put them on trial
- so people can learn. - Learn what?
Who they were, what they did.
So why even catch them?
Just put it all in history books.
Clever boy you have here, Frau Doring.
Yes, but definitely lazy.
For example, right now he should be in his room practising.
I can't be in my room and answer the door at the same time, can I?
Oh! I was only teasing, darling.
Now, please go and practise.
Now we can talk.
First of all, may I express my sympathy,
things must be very difficult for you right now.
Thank you.
Is he your only child?
Yes.
Did your husband leave all his money to Erich and you?
And to a sister of his.
Why do you ask that?
I was looking for a reason behind his death.
Emil's death was an accident.
Was he a Nazi?
I did not meet him until 1955, so I have no way of knowing.
Did he ever mention the name of a Doktor Josef Mengele?
Who?
There was a considerable age difference between you two.
That wasn't the only difference.
I was twenty, straight off the farm
and he was Mr. High-an-Mighty of the Transport Commission.
Forty-three, I think he was.
- Did he have any hobbies? - No.
Yes.
Yes, he did have one special hobby, Herr Lieberman.
He humiliated and beat my son at every given opportunity.
Would you like me to tell you who really killed him?
God.
To set free a stupid little farm girI after twenty-two years of unhappiness.
Do Nazis answer prayers, Herr Lieberman?
No.
That is God's business.
And I have thanked him every night,
since he pushed Emil under that car.
He could have done it sooner.
But I thank him anyway.
Who the hell are you?
Come in, Mr. Harrington. She wants to talk to you.
I'll talk to her.
That would be nice.
John!
Simon, stop playing with those puppets and go and wash your hands for tea.
- Hallo. - I'm on my way, mother.
If you'll hold on, I'll just get her.
Nancy!
Nancy! Telephone, Nancy.
Nancy!
Come on, Nancy, you can't spend your life in bed.
Nancy!
Good, good, incredibly precise.
Everything right on schedule.
You didn't have to make the trip, Seibert, you could have used the radio.
Not that I do not welcome a little intelligent company down here.
Gunther remembered the digital clock you admired so much
in his home.
Well, thank you, my friend.
Very nice of you.
Such a rational device.
- Remarkable. - There is a problem.
Lieberman.
He was in Gladbeck, in Doring's house.
Possibly he found out about Doring.
You don't know?
How could I?
- The boy, Kohler? - Impossible.
Then, how did Lieberman get to Doring?
Sheer coincidence.
That's not a very scientific explanation, is it, Doktor?
Are you interrogating me, colonel Seibert?
General Rausch put me in charge of security for this project.
How can I function, if I don't have all the facts?
But you do!
A nosey, incompetent, old Jew has bumbled onto one victim,
what more do you have to know?
Any idiot could see the next logical step. Kill him!
We don't want to create a martyr.
Ridiculous!
Besides, he could have contacted various police agencies,
or intelligence services.
They would not pay any attention to him.
If he died suddenly, they would.
Well.
Then, what are you going to do?
Lieberman will have to be watched more carefully from now on.
If he seems to be getting closer to us, a decision will be made.
We will balance the danger of killing Lieberman
against the scientific validity of your project.
Are you, my esteemed Chief of Security
telling me that a project twenty years and millions of dollars in the making,
will be dropped because of this insignificant impudent, old Jew?
It wouldn't do to antagonize me, Doktor Mengele.
I've been one of your few supporters,
since this Lieberman business began.
And should I drop to my knees in gratitude?
Listen to me, Seibert,
I will not permit you to lay your failure, or your fear at my door.
I am a scientist, I have done my job.
You are an executioner!
Do yours!
Ezra!
Oh! A reception committee.
How nice.
So, how did it go?
A very rewarding trip.
The Krassner death at Freiburn
was a genuine accident witnessed by many people.
At Gladbeck, I met a young housewife
who was not exactly heart broken by the death of her old husband.
And at Prozheim they slammed the door in my face.
That's the way it will probably be with most of these people.
- I know, come, let's get a coffee. - Yes, please.
Excuse me, Mr. Lieberman?
My name is David Bennett.
I think you know a friend of mine, Barry Kohler.
- Are you the boy who's been calling? - What news of Mr. Kohler?
None.
- I know he was working with you. - That's not correct.
- Well, he was in contact with you. - How do you know that?
- From letters we received. - We?
The Young Jewish Defenders.
They're a bunch of fanatics. Kohler told me he worked alone.
Yes, and he did, thanks to you.
After he read all your books, he decided to change his methods.
I did not send your friend to Paraguay.
He sent me these.
To prove that he wasn't off on some wild goose-chase.
He couldn't identify these three young guys, so I traced them.
This is Kleist, Hessen, this is Schwimmer,
members of a neo-Nazi organization in Paraguay.
This has nothing to do with me.
Does Barry Kohler's life have anything to do with you?
- You have no right to talk that way. - Is Barry Kohler still alive?
- How do I know? - Mr. Lieberman, Barry is dead.
You know that.
And I know that. And that's why I'm here.
To pick up where he left off.
That means with you.
I work alone.
Im' not asking you for a job,
I simply want some information from you.
I can't help you.
I won't leave you until you talk to me.
I'm going to plant myself on your doostep,
and I'll be waiting for you there every morning.
You're stuck with me, until you give me the information that I need.
Ezra,
I got another envelope of clippings from Beynon.
A big one.
All right, young man.
We'll talk.
Good morning.
I'm looking for the village of Storein.
You're going the wrong way.
Turn around and take the south road for about sixteen kilometres,
then bear right, you can't miss it.
- Thanks. - What are you doing in these parts?
- What? - You are not Swedish.
I come from Dortmund originally, but,
I live in Stockholm now.
I have spent some time in Germany myself.
Come now, Mundt! What's happened to your memory?
My God! Major Hartung!
I knew it was you!
Can't I believe it! What in the world are you doing up here?
Well, it's no great story, my sister was married to a Swede.
And after I escaped from the internment camp, I hid out with them.
I am Lars Lofquist now, Inspector of the Power Company.
And now what about you?
I came up here on a job, for the Comrades Organization.
In Sweden?
My God, what's going on?
Can you tell me or would it violate orders?
What the hell with orders, I'm sick of orders.
I'm up here in Storein to kill a school-teacher, on Saturday.
But don't ask me why, I cannot make head or tail of it.
Who is this teacher? Lundberg? Olafsson?
Lundberg.
But I don't know what he looks like.
No doubt, he's probably a harmless old man, it doesn't make any sense!
It makes sense to your superiors
or they wouldn't have given you the assignment.
An order is an order.
Good God, man! You are an officer of the S.S.!
Have you forgotten?
My honour is loyalty.
Those words were supposed to be engraved on your soul.
I know Lundberg.
I will point him out to you.
It isn't Lundberg.
And it doesn't have to be Saturday.
No one would have wanted to kill Jack.
The man was beloved.
If you had seen the wreaths his students sent...
I have only one or two more questions to ask.
Did your husband belong to any international group?
He was in the American Legion.
Rotary.
I guess that's international.
The Legion sent a Colour Guard to the funeral.