How do I look?
Like gold.
Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah!
Quiet! Quiet!
Stop!
We are closing this club!
You must leave immediately!
You must give your names at the door!
Leave immediately!
- What do we do? - It's OK. It's OK.
Oh, my God!
Come on.
Where's Thomas?
Pete, it's me! I'm on your side.
Goddamn them!
- No! - We're H.J.s.
If we get caught here, we're dead.
Come on, out the back. The alley.
- Come on, come on! - Leave her alone!
We'll be all right.
No!
Down the stairs.
Let's go.
Heil Hitler.
That is the Jews� trick.
The Jew wants you to look at him as just another person.
But he does not look at you that way.
He is your enemy.
Do you know why?
Because you are superior to him.
You are special.
You belong to something special.
He is your brother.
All of you are brothers.
The same blood runs through your veins...
the blood of the greatest race on the face of this earth.
Berger.
I just wanted to say that...
I guess I still have something to learn about boxing.
You showed me that strength of spirit...
can be just as powerful as technical skills.
Heil Hitler.
Look what we have done in just six short years.
Every day you must carry it with you...
the knowledge of who you are.
You will carry it with you.
Yes!
- All right! - Nice!
All right.
Great. Absolutely great.
Ah.
Peter. Good.
I wanted to have a word with you.
Please.
- We'll go in a moment. - Yes, sir.
- Where are we going? - Oh, nowhere.
I just wanted to tell you...
that the reports on your progress have been very good.
Your training sits well on you.
- How do you feel? - Fine. I feel very well.
I'm most gratified. I knew you would take to it.
I was also thinking about your grandmother.
Maybe what you all need is a trip to the country.
The strength through joy movement...
provides these vacations, you know.
I could submit an application. What do you think?
Good. Then I will arrange for it.
Thank you.
It's my pleasure. That's everything.
I just wanted to tell you how pleased I am...
and keep up the good work.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Uh, there's one more thing.
I think it would be wise...
if you stopped working for that bookseller.
- What's his name? - Herr Schumler.
What has he done?
- What did you do for him? - I just delivered books.
Didn't it seem at all strange to you?
Don't most people come to pick out books for themselves?
It was for old people who couldn't go out.
How did you know they were just books?
Did you ever open them?
It's better to know...
what you're agreeing to, Peter...
before you become part of something.
It was just a job. We need the money.
Of course.
However...
if you did go back and check...
and it turns out that there's nothing...
well, then, you might help to clear him.
Of course, you mustn't let him know.
You keep up the good work.
I have great hopes for you.
Well, good night.
Good night.
Ah, Peter. I've been wondering about you.
Herr Schumler.
Your mother told me...
that you wouldn't be coming to me for a few weeks...
but I was beginning to think...
you were never coming back.
- I have time again. - Really?
Don't they keep you very busy with all those activities...
and competitions?
I don't always have to go...
and I don't always go even if I have to.
Well, I don't have any for you today, but when I do...
Thank you.
Peter?
Excuse me. Can you watch the store for a moment?
Oh, yes, we just got one in.
I assure you...
Then we have no choice.
Forgeries.
No, no.
Don't come here.
I understand, of course.
Year and date of birth.
Why?
I have my messenger boy here.
I can send it right over to you.
It's my pleasure. I hope you both...
will be feeling better soon.
Good-bye. Peter?
You're in luck, Peter.
I have a delivery for you.
Ah, Peter. Thank you.
Is she feeling better, your mother?
I'm afraid she's in the hospital, but this will help.
Would you like to come in?
Have some tea?
Perhaps talk about music?
I'll just put the kettle on and get another cup.
Do you play?
- No. - Never?
I don't anymore. I used to.
Why not?
I wasn't any good.
I doubt that.
The tea will be ready in a minute.
Who is this?
That was my husband.
Do you recognize him?
He was a student of your father's.
His name was Carl Bohlgren.
After he was killed, I changed back to my maiden name.
It was safer.
Ah, the tea.
We just heard he'd given a speech at the university...
after the expulsion of all the Jewish professors.
Did you know my father?
No, unfortunately.
I met my husband while he was studying in Berlin.
We didn't move here until after your father's death.
He was a brave man.
Maybe.
Why do you say that?
Well, he had to know what they would do, what would happen.
The Jews weren't his problem.
Maybe he didn't see them solely as Jews...
but fellow human beings and colleagues...
who were being unjustly persecuted.
And what did they ever do for him?
- Maybe they were just using him. - Who told you that?
No one. It just makes sense.
They probably deserved to be expelled.
Peter, they didn't do anything.
Well, I don't know that. How do you know?
They were expelled. They must have done something.
I'm sure it's all been very difficult for you.
If your father could...
My father left us without anything...
and my mother had to go work in a factory.
Don't tell me about things that I know!
I have to go now.
It's better to know what you're agreeing to, Peter.
Peter, they didn't do anything.
Maybe they were just using him.
How did you know they were just books?
They must have done something!
You must learn to steel yourself.
You cannot let your feelings overcome you.
OK, swing boy, you're dead!
Aah!
I had you pissing in your pants.
- Damn it, Thomas! - Hey.
You can be a real bastard sometimes!
Hey, relax. It was a joke.
- It wasn't funny! - All right, I'm sorry.
- Calm down. I'm sorry. - All right.
I was just riding by. Just...
Do you want to know what I was riding by on?
Look. It's mine.
Where did you get it?
Emil got me into the motorized H.J.
They just gave it to me. Can you believe that?
I know it doesn't look like much, but it can really fly.
You want to take a spin?
No. Not right now.
It's been like I said, hasn't it?
We have it both ways. What could be better?
I don't know.
There's nothing to know. It's easy.
We just play along, we get whatever we want.
I know, Thomas.
Did they tell you to talk to me?
What?
Did they tell you to talk to me?
What's the matter with you?
What did you say that for?
Are you losing... what did you say that for?
You've just been listening to Arvid too much.
You know, Arvid looks at everything backwards.
He's a weirdo.
Yeah, maybe.
No, not maybe. Definitely.
Come on. Just once around the block.
No. Some other time. Really.
All right.
Hey...
don't throw yourself in.
Herr Kehler, the store owner...
is always grousing and complaining...
about the lack of raw materials.
He said they're being used up by the army...
and that this is hurting all the small businessmen.
Very good, Stahlecker. Thank you. Berger?
I've overheard my father many times...
speaking out against the Fuhrer.
He says he's a madman who's dragging...
the whole country down with him.
Did he suggest...
any course of action to remedy this?
No. My father's too weak. He just talks.
Hmm. Talk can spread. Muller?
I have nothing to report.
Throughout Germany today...
there was a feeling of great pride and appreciation...
for the Fuhrer's bold action...
to ensure the safety of our German brothers...
in the Sudetenland.
The Czech army offered no resistance...
to the overwhelming strength showed by our forces.
There have also been numerous reports...
of spontaneous celebration by the Czech people.
Many poured out into the street to greet our brave soldiers...
and to express gratitude and relief for their liberation.
Today, a meeting was held...
between Foreign Minister Von Ribbentrop...
and the president of Czechoslovakia.
Von Ribbentrop expressed that in the Fuhrer's words...
it should now be clear to all nations...
that Germany stands ready to protect...
members of the German race...
no matter across what border they may live.
Yeah!
Go, Hitman!
He's his old self again.
He's supermergentroid...
but he still can't play ascending octaves.
Ow! Smooth!
Hey, fly boy! You have any dog fights yet?
No, but we'll get our chance soon enough.
Can you imagine that? Just up there flying around.
I'd get dizzy.
The Luftwaffe would like to request a song...
and I want you to play it.
Peter, what about it?
Wait a minute.
Tell them we play what we want to play...
and if he doesn't like it, he can go someplace else.
You'll go someplace else after tonight...
but right now I am paying you, and you will play what I say!
Djangoman, let's just play the song.
Think of the band.
I don't play for money.
That's good...
because I'll see to it you never play any clubs again!
Hey, what's the matter with you?
We liked your music.
We only wanted to hear one good German song.
There are no more German songs, only Nazi songs.
Let's just go, Arvid.
Wait a second!
You want to hear a song for the Fatherland?
Play it yourself.
Take it.
Take it!
What's the matter with all of you?
Can't you see what's happening? Are you afraid to look?
We are murdering Austrians.
Next, it will be the Czechs and then the Poles...
not to mention the Gypsies and the Jews.
It's unmentionable!
You think that just because you're not doing it yourself...
that you're not a part of it?
Well, I'm sick and tired of doing my part!
And now you want to hear a song.
You need someone to lift your morale! Well, I won't!
I won't.
Herr Hitman, wait up!
- Djangoman... - Arvid!
My name is Arvid!
Djangoman, Herr Hitman...
how could I have been such an idiot?
What do you mean?
You've been practicing for tonight for weeks.
They only wanted to hear one song.
It's not just one song or that song!
Don't you see?
Anytime you go along with them, anytime you try to help them...
it just makes it easier!
Arvid!
What the hell's the matter with you?
What was that speech all about, the Jews and the Gypsies?
What about the cripples and the retards?
You know, that's who you belong with.
I would rather belong to anyone... anyone...
than belong to the Nazis like you do.
That's because you've got everything backwards.
You always said I was the stupid one.
Nazis go anywhere they want, do anything they please.
Everybody gets out of our way!
So who's the smart one, eh, Djangoman?
You know, if I were you...
I wouldn't worry about anybody but myself...
because we're coming after you next.
Quiz time.
"Got your glasses on."
What?
Means you don't know who your friends are.
I can't believe I used to feel sorry for that traitor.
You're a real bastard.
What the hell's gotten into you?
What's gotten into me?
Yes, you!
What the hell was that all about?
- Those things you were saying... - I was saying?
I can't believe that was you!
You don't really believe all that propaganda, do you?
Peter, he's the one who's got his head full of propaganda.
Did you hear him? He was actually defending the Jews.
But... but Benny is Jewish.
Yeah. And see what that music's done to Arvid?
It's perverted his brain. Look at him.
What?
I can't believe this.
Arvid's right about you.
- Oh, you always take his side. - I'm not taking his side.
You always take his side, whether he's right or wrong!
Well, he is right! Listen to yourself!
You're turning into a fucking Nazi!
Oh, so what if I am?
Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I forgot.
Your father was a Jew lover, too, wasn't he?
Come on!
I'll kill you!
Peter, stop it! Thomas!
- Get your hands off me! - Come on!
Let go!
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me...
in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me...
all the days of my life...
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen.
So I sent out my driver...
admittedly a mistake, and he brings back...
French sausage, Polish wine...
and Greek chocolate. Ha ha ha!
The delicate matters you must always attend to yourself.
I can't remember when we've eaten so well.
I don't know how to thank you.
It is entirely my pleasure.
It's not often that I get to share the hospitality...
of such charming company.
Thank you.
And thank you again for the beautiful radio.
We've all been enjoying it so much.
Well, I know how fond this family is of music.
You've hardly touched your food.
I'm all right.
Are you sure your mother-in-law wouldn't like to join us?
Yes. It's not that. It's just that...
none of these rich foods would be good for her.
But she's so looking forward to our vacation.
Good. To the Reich.
To the Reich.
Can I have some wine?
Willi!
Well, surely it wouldn't be terrible...
to let him try a little...
just this once?
All right, now.
Just a little.
You drink it slowly, son.
Uhh!
Ha ha ha!
Heh heh heh!
Peter, won't you join us, please?
Have some wine. It's a curative.
Keeping the body free of foreign elements...
whatever they might be...
is the central principle in our Fuhrer's "Weltanschauung."
Drink makes us weak. Strength comes from purity.
Well, it's gratifying to know that the Hitler Jugend...
is still training their recruits so effectively.
If only I was a little younger.
I'd have not acquired all these bad habits.
Comfort is the curse of age.
Everyone in Germany, regardless of age...
must aspire to...
the highest principles of National Socialism.
- Peter, don't be rude. No, no.
He's quite right. Go on, son.
What else about me do you have objections to?
Polish sausage, French wine, Swiss chocolate.
I would be more satisfied with just good German fare.
And the music!
What kind of loyal National Socialist...
would listen to anything else?
I won't have you talking this way to our guest.
You must apologize.
Oh, no. No apologies.
He has found me out.
Well, Peter, you must report me.
For surely they would not allow me...
to remain at my post if they knew.
How I envy the young.
For them, everything is so clear.
Things seem to be either one way or another.
It's only with a little age that you begin to see life...
as a series of compromises.
But, even in compromising one must draw a line.
And I see that I have strayed from duty far enough.
Thank you, Peter.
It is true what our Fuhrer says.
In Germany today, it is our youth who lead the way.
Now, regrettably, I must leave.
Dear lady, it has been delightful.
- You won't stay for the coffee? - Excuse me. No. I must go.
- I'll see you to the door. - Thank you.
Good night.
I don't know what's come over you.
He's done so much for you.
For us!
Herr Hinz, I could understand, but Herr Knopp? He's a good man.
Mama, he's a Nazi.
And what's wrong with that?
The whole country is Nazi.
He asked me to spy on Herr Schumler.
Then he must have had a reason.
I will not have him sitting or sleeping where my father did!
Uhh!
You want to end up like him?
All his great principles.
What good did they do us?
What good did they do anyone, including him?
In the end, he couldn't bear...
to look at his own face in the mirror.
By the time the Gestapo had finished...
he was a hollow little man,
willing to say or sign anything to stop the pain!
They're gonna take you away, just like they took Papa.
Come here.
Nobody's going to take me away.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Besides, I've got you to protect me.
And I would.
Yes?
Gestapo. Where's Dr. Berger?
Heil Hitler. Dietrich Berger...
you'll come with us for questioning.
Questioning?
About what? There must be a mistake.
No mistake. You'll come with us now.
What's happening?
You can't just take him with you.
Shh, shh, shh. May I get a few things?
No, no. You won't be needing anything.
You'll be back in the morning.
Heil Hitler.
Thomas.
Deutsche, Deutsche Hitler Jugend.
National Socialism...
is humanity's greatest experience.
Man's salvation is in our hands.
And the Hitler Jugend are the guarantors of that future.
You are the lifeblood of Germany.
Woe to those who do not understand.
Three times woe to those who oppose you!
Sieg heil!
- Sieg heil! - Sieg heil!
They gave me this great bike.
Did Peter tell you about it? It's beautiful.
Want to take a look at the knife?
Be careful.
Did you ever hurt someone with it?
No.
Hey, where you been?
Hi, Peter.
I've been waiting for you.
Did Mama get back yet?
No. Thomas was just showing me his knife.
Give it to him.
Give him back the knife!
Give me the knife.
Willi, Peter and I need to talk for a minute.
Go on.
He's gonna make a fine soldier someday.
I hope not.
Yeah, well, the way we walked into Czechoslovakia...
he'll probably never even have to fight anyone.
- What do you want? - Nothing. I just wanted to talk.
About what?
I'm just worried about the way you've been acting lately.
I know Arvid's death shook you up...
but you've got to forget about it.
Forget about it?
Yeah. You've got to.
He's just one person.
He was our friend!
It doesn't matter.
Peter, you can't save everybody.
There are more important things now.
Any time, we could be at war!
If you side with the Nazis, then we're at war.
You and me, Thomas.
I'm not going to forget about Arvid.
They murdered him! They murdered my father!
Wait a second. What are you talking about?
Arvid killed himself.
Arvid was a cripple. He didn't belong.
What's happened to you?
He was a cripple?
He killed himself because he did not want to become a murderer.
Don't you see that's what they're trying to turn us into?
Stop, Peter! Stop talking this way!
Just stop it!
You gotta go along, make the best of things.
They want us to spy on our own parents!
Don't you understand?
God knows what else they'll do!
Peter, we're not in charge.
We can't know what's really going on.
They're evil, Thomas!
Shut up! I'm not hearing this!
You don't know what you're saying!
Do you want me to re...
Just go along.
Just make the best of things.
It is an honor to be chosen for this detail, Herr Muller.
You will answer no questions.
Just make sure you deliver these packages...
to whom they are intended.
Heil Hitler.
Frau Bachman, you are to have this.
You are to take it.
Hello?
Give this to your mother.
Is it a present?
Bibsi, who are you talking to?
What do you want?
You are to have this.
What is it?
Is it something to do with my husband?
When is he coming home?
What have you done to him?
You are to take it.
Heil Hitler.
Oh, my God!
No! No! No!
Aah!
No!
Frau Linge!
It's Peter Muller.
Frau Linge, please!
Peter, I can't see you right now.
- Please, I have to talk to you. - What is it?
Please.
All right, come in.
Slowly. Slow.
They killed all their fathers.
What, Peter?
Ashes.
I delivered their ashes.
My friend k-killed himself.
And my mother doesn't...
But I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. I...
- It's all right, Peter. - It's not all right!
It's not all right!
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
God, the night they came and took my father away...
we were in the middle of dinner.
We were in the middle of dinner, and they just came in.
And we didn't do anything.
He told us not to do anything. He...
He was so calm.
He... he didn't seem scared at all, and... and...
when they brought him back four months later...
I wasn't sure it was him. He looked so different.
He... he was so weak he couldn't even speak.
And he didn't go near his violin.
He was so scared...
he wouldn't leave the house and pick up the telephone or...
And I...
I just... I don't...
I don't know what they could have done to him.
My papa. He...
he was so brave.
He...
he was...
wonderful.
I found something after you left the last time.
It's a letter from your father to my husband.
Shall I read it to you?
"We must all take responsibility...
"for what is happening to our country.
"If those of us who have a voice...
"do not raise it in outrage...
"at the treatment of our fellow human beings...
"we will have collaborated in their doom.
"It is not good enough to raise these voices in our homes.
"Many Germans do this. But outside their doors...
"all they hear is Hitler's voice of hate...
his promises of glory."
He goes on later in the letter to talk about you.
"Every day...
"I look at my son, my Peter...
"and he's grown a little bit bigger.
"He's already becoming a man.
"And what curiosity.
"Always asking questions. Question after question."
"Until he fully understands the answer."
"The sight of his small face, strong and hopeful...
"awakening to the world around him...
"is what keeps me going.
It is when I think of him..."
"that I know what I'm doing must be done."
You must go now, Peter. I must go.
And you must be strong.
We'll meet again.
Take me with you.
Stay and wait for Mama.
I don't want to stay here. I want to go with you.
I can't take you with me, Willi.
I wish I could.
This is a letter from Papa.
He did love us.
Never think he didn't.
Bei mir bist du shon
Please let me explain
Bei mir bist du shon
Means that you're grand
I could say, "Bella, bella"
Even say, "Wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you
How grand you are
I tried to explain
Bei mir bist du shon
So kiss me and say you understand
I could say, "Bella, bella"
Even say, "Wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you
How grand you are
Ah
Everybody out of the truck!
Move, move, move, move, move!
Everybody out of the truck!
Move, move, move!
On my signal.
Come on, pound him!
Uhh!
Stop it! You leave him alone!
All right, keep moving! Let's go!
OK, come on! Let's go!
Let go of me!
Let him go! Where are you taking him?
Thomas.
Uhh! Aah!
- Uhh! - Aah!
Aah! Uhh!
Go on.
Get out of here.
You said they'd never split us apart.
Peter...
please!
You! Stop there!
Go!
Go on!
And then what?
H.J. by day, swing kid by night?
You don't understand.
They'll send you to a work camp!
They won't let it go this time!
It doesn't matter.
I know who my friends are.
I'm not alone.
You two! That one over there!
You're not a murderer, Thomas.
You're not like them.
Come on, swing kid.
They're waiting for you right over here.
If he comes over here, tell him where I am.
Wait!
Bring that one here.
Into the truck. Come on.
I didn't do anything!
Get down there! Get down! On the ground!
Such a waste.
So much passion, for nothing.
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Peter!
Swing heil!
All right. Settle down. Get in the truck.
Peter!
It's OK, Willi!
It's OK!
Swing heil!
Peter!
Swing heil!
Peter!
Swing heil!