The coffin was drapped in the American flag.
What are you doing out of bed?
I just came to get a glass of grapefruit juice.
He's got the flu, also I thought he could stay home a few days because of it.
This is Jack Curry Jr.
Just Jack Curry, now.
Jack, you bite your tongue. This is Mr. Lieberman.
A famous man from Vienna in Austria.
- What's he famous for? - This is fantastic!
You know you have a double.
A boy who lives in Gladbeck in Germany, exactly like you.
Exactly like me?
I never saw anything like it.
Two twin brothers could not be more the same.
Jack, you go up to bed, and I'll bring you the juice.
- I want to find out about... - You do what I tell you!
When you start paying the doctor bills, then you can hang around
and get sick all you want, now just say goodbye and go.
Jesus Christ! Goodbye.
You watch your mouth, young man!
It's amazing!
I thought he was this young boy from Germany
come to visit you.
Even the voice, the look in the eyes. Exactly.
Look, I don't want to be rude, but as you can see, I got a lot of things to do.
Look, I'm sure that nobody shot Big Jack on purpose.
It was a horrible accident.
If you'll excuse me.
Hello, is this the Harrington residence?
Yes, this is the Harrington residence.
Can I talk to your mother, please?
Well, you could, but you can't.
This will only take a moment, I promise you.
My mother isn't receiving today.
Well, perhaps if you told her that I...
Don't you understand English, you ass?
We are not at home.
Wilcox had two married daughters.
No, no sons.
The Harringstons, do they have any children?
What did the boy look like?
Sort of pale, he had straight dark hair, very dark,
blue eyes.
Yeah, yeah, I'm listening.
Why do you want to know about the kids all of a sudden?
Listen, Mr. Bennett,
if you want to ask the questions, you pay for the phone call.
No,
nothing.
No, I haven't found a link.
No, I'm in the dark.
Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow, I promise.
Coming.
I have to speak to you, Mr. Lieberman.
Well, come in. I was just coming to see you.
- Sit down. - No, I can't stay long.
Jack Jr. doesn't know where I've gone.
Mr. Lieberman,
my son is the only thing I've got.
- You can't take him away from me. - I have no intention of...
When you spoke about that boy in Germany, I got worried.
The lady who gave Jack Jr. to us, made us swear never to tell anyone.
- Your son's adopted? - It's just that... she was a German lady.
She was very nice, really.
I was amazed when I read in the papers,
about all the things you said she did.
Frieda Maloney.
Oh, God!
I knew I should never have come here.
Will you give me your word that you do not have
any recording device in your briefcase?
Thank you.
Do you have the depositions?
I have brought one.
The agreement was that you would provide an advance look
at all the testimonies against my client.
With particular regard to any scars, deformities, or disabilities,
suffered by the witnessses.
Here. The deposition is brought in good faith.
Two others will come if the interview should prove satisfactory.
You realise how unjust all this is.
Mrs. Maloney has been married to an American citizen for 27 years.
She has two children, one grandchild.
I suppose this can be...
corroborated?
By the mother of the child and three other surviving witnesses.
You will keep the interview brief.
You will discuss only my client's activities in America
between 1964 and '67.
You will ask nothing about the charges against her
or about any event that ocurred during, or directly after the war.
One question of that nature and I will immediately terminate the interview.
So.
I am to speak to you about my work with the adoption agency.
- That is correct. - I don't mind.
What I did may have been slightly illegal, but,
I brought happiness to so many people and that's was important, huh?
Now tell me, if you will,
how you came to work for this agency?
In the spring of 1963 I was contacted by someone
I knew in the Comrades Organization.
Who?
Frau Maloney will not answer that.
They helped me after the war
and wanted me to return the favour
by getting a job in an adoption agency.
Did they say why?
If you let me finish, you'll find out.
The Rush-Gaddis agency hired me.
The Comrades Organization was interested in rejects.
Couples who had been denied children, because the husband was too old.
I was to go through the files looking for applications,
specifically those of families with Nordic-Christian backgrounds,
in which the husband was born between 1910 and 1914
and the wife between 1933 and 1937.
The husband had to have a job in something like civil service
and both spouses had to be in perfect physical health.
Did they say why they wanted all this?
That information is not relevant.
I was expected to obey my orders, not to question them.
This I did. As I always had.
About a year after that I was ordered to contact
several of the applicants and offer them a healthy white baby boy,
complete with New York State adoption papers.
They were to pay me five hundred dollars
and after their medical certificates had been cleared,
they would receive the babies.
We would meet at a motel near Kennedy Airport,
that used to be Idelwild.
The babies were delivered to me
usually by stewardesses with Varig Airlines.
Varig?
Did the babies all come from Brazil?
- Is that important to you? - No.
What did they look like?
They were all beautiful little boys,
black hair, piercing blue eyes.
If you're looking for a long lost Jewish grandson, he was not among them.
How many couples did you give the babies to?
About twenty.
Only Americans?
- Some were Canadian. - No Europeans?
No.
Can you remember a Curry family?
- Curry? Yes. - Who else?
Wheelock.
Henry Wheelock.
He gave me my dog Schatzie.
Beautiful Doberman.
It was only ten weeks old when I got him.
Where is Wheelock from?
New Providence, Pennsylvania.
And how long after the Currys,
did the Wheelocks get their baby?
That's fourteen years ago, I don't remember.
And what has Josef Mengele to do with all this?
We won't answer that.
It was all a trick, wasn't it?
I know nothing of Mengele,
but you'II link me with him, won't you?
You want your pound of flesh, you don't care how yuo get it!
Thirty years! The world has forgotten!
Nobody cares!
And you persist! And persist!
Now, why don't you get off my back?
- One more minor question. - I'll say nothing to you.
As you wish.
This interview has not gone by any means to my satisfaction
I will therefore withold the other two depositions we talked about.
You Iying Jewish schwein!
You're not a guard now, Madame!
You are a prisoner!
I may leave here empty-handed,
but you
are not going anywhere.
I think Frau Maloney could answer one more question.
When is your dog's birthday?
You are an insane old man after all, aren't you?
Schatzie's birthday? It was December eleventh.
Have a safe trip, David.
Why...?
Bye, bye.
...Mengele?
That was David, he's off to New York for his sister's wedding,
but he'll be back in a week.
Mengele...
gives babies,
fourteen years later he kills the fathers,
he kills Doring, Harrington, Curry.
And the Currys got their baby four weeks apart
and the fathers were killed four weeks apart.
Wheelock.
Malone's dog was born December eleventh, ten weeks.
I've already worked it out, February the twentieth.
That's only four days from now!
Wheelock, New Providence, Pennsylvania.
How can I call Wheelock and tell him
he's going to be killed by the people who gave him his baby?
That Josef Mengele has already killed the fathers of at least
two other boys who happen to be twins?
Who would believe such a preposterous story?
Herr Doktor, how kind of you to come.
A pleasure to be here.
- Can this be little Elsa? - Yes! You remember!
Last time I saw you were that high. You had whooping cough.
No, no.
I'm going to dance with your beautiful daughter.
Good evening, how are you?
May I present to you my wife Gertrud?
- My love, Herr Mengele. - It's such an honour meeting you.
We're here on a little second honey-moon.
You're supposed to be in Krintianstad, getting ready to kill Oscarsson.
Traitor!
No!
He betrayed me!
He betrayed you!
He betrayed the Aryan race!
Get a doctor!
I am a doctor, idiot.
Don't you come near him!
Shut up, you ugly bitch!
- I thought you knew... - Hold still, hold still.
Doktor Mengele.
Could I call you away from surgery for one moment?
If you'll excuse me.
And why was I not told that, that man was called back?
- All the men have been recalled. - Recalled?
They should all be back here by the end of the week.
But why?
What has happened?
Lieberman visited Frieda Maloney in prison.
Lieberman again?
Will I be plagued to my dying day by that infernal Jew?
Maloney told him about the adoptions.
Well, that's not catastrophic, Seibert.
She only knows about America, work can still continue in Europe.
The organization doesn't share your optimism, Herr Doktor.
But all Lieberman has are a few paltry shreds of information
that he could not possibly piece together.
Eighteen of your subjects have died.
That means according to your figures that we can be sure of one,
perhaps even two successes.
And if my calculations are wrong?
There's only one chance in twenty, or thirty.
No, Seibert, the men must go back.
They can't, the operation has been terminated.
Terminated?
By whose authority?
General Rausch and the Colonels.
I told you.
I told you from the beginning.
Kill him. Kill him!
It would have been so easy!
It's gone beyond Lieberman, we don't know who else is involved.
You have betrayed me!
You're all... all a bunch of selfish old men who've lost your courage.
You only want to bask in the sun in your old age!
And if your Aryan grandchildren have to live in a world which is run
by Jews, and Blacks, and Orientals, and slobs! You could not care less!
Your operation has been cancelled.
No!
Your operation has been cancelled!
Mine continues.
Heil Hitler.
This Mengele was sort of a primitive geneticist in his ons way, wasn't he?
I understand that he experimented on human beings.
Twins.
Then he was nothing more than a sadist really.
A sadis with a M.D. and a Ph. D.
Well, some people would say that's a perfect definition of a scientist.
What exactly do you mean when you say the boys you saw
were more than twins?
Not only do they look alike,
buy they were also very alike in personality.
That is unusual.
Studies show that twins who are separated at birth
develop totally different personalities.
But these twins, or perhaps I should say triplets
because I believe that my associate saw another
were like the same people,
but brought up with different languages.
It's impossible, of course.
Excuse me doctor, but what is impossible?
What is impossible, doctor?
Mononuclear reproduction.
Doctor.
Cloning.
What if I were to tell you that I could take a scraping of skin
from you finger and create another Ezra Lieberman?
I would tell you not to waste your time, or my finger.
Anyway, that is cloning.
It was first done with plants.
A cutting taken from a plant and transplanted
grew to be the exact duplicate of the donor plant.
Now we are doing the same thing with laboratory animals.
You mean, you can produce an animal from itself?
We take the unfertilized egg off an ovulating female
and destroy all of its genes and chromosomes.
We then implant the nucleus of the donor cell
which could be taken from a blood sample, or even a skin scraping.
That cell with its genetic material intact,
eventually becomes an embryo and is born as a living creature.
Without parents?
Well, it has no father because the egg was never fertilized.
No mother, because its genetic code comes from another being.
Can you follow that?
And this creature, is an exact duplicate of itself?
Doctor, how can that be?
Come along.
Ous experiments began with the simplest of animals,
shrimps and frogs.
Animals in which the female's eggs are fertilized externally.
Then we moved on to mammals.
We tried several laboratoty animals
and found the rabbit most convenient.
I had to develop instruments which could accomplig the operation
and a whole micro-injection system
I'll show you how it's done.
Here we are removing the eggs of white rabbit from the Fallopian tubes.
Now, you see the egg under a microscope.
I've brought the point of an ordinary sewing needle into view
to give an idea of the size.
They are that small?
Most mammal eggs are about that size.
- Including human eggs? - Yes.
The next step is to destroy the egg nucleus
with ultraviolet light.
So that none of its genetic make-up remains.
Now you see an egg from a white rabbit
ready to be injected with the blood cell from a black rabbit donor.
With the injection pipette one of the blood cells is sucked up
and then injected into the egg.
After a few hours the eggs in culture divide
and are ready to be put back into the female.
There, they grow into embryos,
which in a month's time the normal gestation period,
they will become baby rabbits.
In this instance, a black litter, from a a white mother
and their black colour proves that they have been cloned
from the blood cell of a black rabbit.
But, isn't it difficult to get the egg back into the female?
Transferring the eggs isn't a problem
we do that all the time with laboratory animals.
The really tricky part is the micro-surgery.
Getting the donor cell into the egg.
You're lucky if one in ten survives.
This can be done with humans?
If the surgical technique were precise enough.
- It's monstrous, doctor! - Why?
Wouldn't you want to live in a world full of Mozarts and Picassos?
Of course, it's only a dream.
Not only would you have to reproduce the genetic code of the donor,
but the environmental background as well.
Is Mengele trying to reproduce himself?
No, he has brown eyes, and he comes from a very wealthy family.
Let's examine the family background of the donor.
The father is sixty-five years old.
Civil servant.
The mother is forty-two, you say?
She dotes on the child.
Spoils.
The boy is...
pale...
dark hair...
blue eyes.
Spoilt.
Right?
Now, Mengele would certainly know every social and environmental detail
would have to be reproduced.
Thus, if the parents were divorced when the boy was ten,
this would have to be arranged.
Doctor Bruckner,
the one who is cloned,
the donor,
- he has to be alive, doesn't he? - Not necessarily.
Individual cells taken from a donor can be preserved indefinitely.
With a sample of Mozart's blood and the women,
someone with the skill and the equipment,
could breed a few hundred baby Mozarts.
My God.
If it's really been done,
what I'd give to see one of those boys.
Herr Lieberman!
Herr Lieberman.
Not Mozart, doctor.
Not Picasso.
Not a genius who would enrich the world,
but a lonely little boy
with a domineering father,
a customs officer
who was fifty-two when he was born.
And...
an affectionate doting mother
who was twenty-nine.
The father died at sixty-five
when the boy was nearly fourteen.
Adolf Hitler.
Colonel Seibert.
You Lieberman?
Ja.
Come in.
Okay, boys.
Beautiful dogs.
Tear the throat out of anyone who even looks cross-eyed at me.
I guess you can see why I didn't exactly wet my pants
when you said someone was out to get me.
Yeah.
Take off your coat.
Very impressive.
Yeah.
My son took those pictures.
Very good.
A little artsy-fartsy, if you ask me.
- Is your son at home now? - No, he's in school.
And Mrs. Wheelock, is she at home?
She's still at work.
So you're the guy who got that Nazi Eichmann?
I located him.
It was the Israelis who did the actual kidnapping.
How much did you get for that?
Nothing.
I did it for the satisfaction, I hate all Nazis.
I don't know about the Nazis.
The Niggers we got to worry about.
Hey, why are these Nazis after me?
Well...
You know, I...
I find it very hard to talk.
Don't worry about them, they won't bother you
unless you bother me.
I was attacked by... by a dog when I was a child,
a German shepherd,
and I still feel uncomfortable with a dog in the room.
Jesus! You're like my neighbour Wally.
I mean, he won't even walk up the driveway
unless the dogs are lockep up.
Okay.
Come on, boys, in you go.
There's no other way that they can come in?
No.
Thank you.
I feel much better.
Hey!
Put your hands up.
What the hell are you up to, anyway?
Is there a basement in this house?
Yeah.
Take me to it.
Do you have any pictures of your son?
There's an album on the table.
What do you want them for?
Please, do not worry.
I am very anxious to see him and talk to him.
I am the doctor who delivered him.
Open the door.
Go down the stairs, Mr. Wheelock.
Now, listen, I don't give a doodily-shit about Jews or Nazis.
Good.
Tell me, please, which way to Quarryville?
Turn left at the end of the exit,
it's beyond Thirty, take a left, it'll take you straight into Quarryville.
Thank you.
Quiet, damn you!
Bobby, dear, dear, boy.
Mr. Wheelock.
Mr. Wheelock!
Mister...
You.
Herr Lieberman.
Get up, Jew!
Up!
Yes, I am going to kill you,
but I want you to go to your death with the knowledge
that all your efforts have gone for nothing!
I have the money, and I have the will!
And no one can stop me!
Did you kill Wheelock?
No, he's in the kitchen, mixing us some cocktails.
Do you know what I saw on the television in my motel room
at one o'clock this morning?
Films of Hitler.
They are showing films about the war,
the movement, people are fascinated,
the time is ripe.
Adolf Hitler is alive.
Tis album is full of pictures of him.
Bobby Wheelock and ninety-three other boys
are exact genetic duplicates of him.
Bred entirely from his cells.
He allowed me to take half a litre of his blood
and a cutting of skin from his ribs.
We were in a biblical frame of mind.
On the 23rd of May, 1943, at the Berghof.
He had denied himself children because he knew that no son
could flourish in the shadow of so God-like a father.
But then he heard what was theoretically possible
that I could create one day not his son not even a carbon copy,
but another original!
He was thrilled by the idea!
The right Hitler for the right future.
A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980's, '90's, 2000.
Kill!
Away!
Off!
No more gun.
Holy shit!
Bobby.
My dear, dear boy.
You cannot possibly imagine how happy I am,
how joyous I am, to see you standing there so fine, strong and handsome.
Call these dogs off, Bobby, call the dogs off, please.
I'm an old friend of the family.
In fact I'm the doctor who delivered you.
And I stopped by, having just returned from abroad,
and he let me in.
And then he pulled out a gun,
fortunately I was able to overpower him.
Now call them off, Bobby, call them off, please.
Cut!
Cut, how clever.
I said, 'off', and I said, 'away' and I said 'no gun, no more gun'.
- Then you had the gun. - No, he had, he...
They're trained to attack anyone carrying a gun.
- They were locked up and let them out. - The dogs are never locked up.
Bobby.
- My dear, dear... - Action!
Cut. Cut!
They won't listen to you.
Bobby.
That man is your enemy, don't listen to him, I beg of you.
Call the police.
Yeah.
By all means, do so, Bobby,
but first there are some things about yourself you must know.
What do you mean?
If I prove to you that I know you better than anyone in the world,
better even than your own mother, will you listen to me?
You are a clever boy.
Are you not?
You do not do well in school, that is because you are too clever.
Too busy thinking your own thoughts,
but you are much smarter than your teachers, eh?
My teachers are nowhere.
You are going to be the world's greatest photographer, are you not?
Have you ever felt superior to those around you?
Like a prince among peasants?
I feel different from everyone sometimes.
You are infinitely different.
Infinitely superior.
You were born of the noblest blood in the world.
You have it within you to fulfil ambitions
a thousand times greater than those of which you presently dream.
And you shall fulfil them, Bobby.
You shall.
You are the living duplicate of the greatest man
in history.
Adolf Hitler.
Oh, man, you're weird.
Bobby, I'm telling you the truth.
- Find your father. - What?
He killed your father.
Bobby, listen to me.
It was this vicious Jew, your sworn enemy.
He killed your father, and he came here to kill you.
Bobby.
Let me protect you.
All your power will burst forth when the time comes.
When you grow older
and you see the world engulfed by human garbage.
When you feel this urge rising within you to save your own Aryan folk
from extintion.
Then you will rejoice in your heritage
and bless me for creating you.
Bobby!
You must understand! Your parents are of no importance!
They were chosen for you!
Now that they have served their purpose
they must disappear from your life!
Bobby!
You freaked-out maniac!
Bite!
Bobby!
Holy shit!
Cut.
Cut!
Hey, man!
Get out of here!
Out.
I think you'll die if I don't call an ambulance for you.
I could just go out right now,
my mum won't be home until late.
You'll be dead by then.
If I call the police, will you tell them what I did?
Okay.
Shake.
Come on, shake.
Okay, you got a deal.
I'd like an ambulance and a police car to the Wheelock residence
on Old Buck Road, please.
Hey, man, this is an emergency.
A heavy duty emergency.
David.
What a surprise.
Which one of the assassins was it, Mr. Lieberman?
I thought you went to a wedding.
No more deception now.
No more blind alleys.
All right.
It was Mengele.
He's dead.
It's over.
The Doring boy ins't dead yet.
Neither is Simon Harrington, nor Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock.
It took a little time, a little back tracking,
a visit to Dr. Bruckner.
But now we know...
everything.
And what are you going to do about it?
Kill the boys.
Brilliant man that Mengele.
I suppose he had all 94 of those names and addresses memorized.
Now, you are trying to fool me.
You have been searching the room.
- He must've had a list. - He did, now I have it.
Give it to me.
Why?
We have the right and we have the duty.
To do what? Kill children?
Give me that list.
You'll have to take it from me.
And when you do you can add my name to the list.
I don't mean you any harm.
You'll have to kill me, David.
The first of those boys that you touch,
I will turn you and your entire organization over to the police.
I swear I'll do that.
You would protect Hitler?
No.
Not... not slaughter the innocnet, and neither will you.
A fanatic you may be, but a murderer of young children you are not.
You know, there is a nurse here,
an angel of mercy called Miss Hanrahan,
who actually gives me cigarettes.
You know, what she said to me the other day?
She said, 'Mr. Lieberman, if you can escape Buchenwald
and you can escape those bullets, then a few cigarettes will not hurt you. '
Wasn't that a nice thing to say?
Mad.