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Friedrich, time for a break!
- Friedrich, here's your day loan. - Thank you.
Friedrich, watch where you're going!
Berlin - Wedding, Late Summer 1942
- I'm sorry I'm late. - Yes, I see that. What's up?
I had to work.
This fight is very important for us, understand?
Is that them?
Yes...
students from Napola, our new elite.
They may look nerdy. But don't worry, they aren't any different than you.
Alright, you made it, but don't get too excited about it.
What's up, punk? Want a punch in the mug?
You won't be any uglier than now, anyway.
And you?
Did you say something?
I don't hear anything...
What's going on here?
Is everything okay?
Next!
Good job!
Nicely done, you'll make it.
And don't forget to cover!
Box!
Attack him!
Now! Catch him!
And nail him! Bring it on! Hit him!
Hold still...
Great fight.
You fought well, congratulations.
Heil Hitler!
I saw your fight, I like your style.
- What school are you from? - None, I just graduated.
Did you hear about the Führer's schools?
Hitler's educational outposts?
I teach Boxing and German at such a school, at the Napola, in Allenstein.
We're currently accepting applications.
If you report there tomorrow morning, I may be able to help you.
What's your name?
Friedrich Weimer.
I'm Heinrich Vogler.
You've got talent, Friedrich.
Man, they're the "Elite"!
- Really? - Sure!
They only accept the best.
Heil Hitler, Friedrich.
Heil Hitler.
It's good of you to come.
First we have to conduct some medical procedures, then, it's the dexterity exam.
Understood?
Good. Then get in queue.
Thirteen.
Ten.
Eye color?
15.
Hair color?
B.
Why did you choose this school, youngster?
Because I want to serve the Führer, my country and my motherland.
Nordic type, class 1B.
- Where have you been? - Boxing.
At this late hour?
No, I...
I was applying to the Napola school.
What did you say?
You won't go there.
But, papa... it's a big chance for me, I can become whomever I want...
Under no circumstance!
It's already too much, what Hitlerjugend does to you all.
You're not going to any elite school. You're going to work in a factory!
End of discussion!
Why not? I'll get a secondary school certificate there.
And you wouldn't have to pay...
Do as I say.
We've got nothing in common with those people, understood?
Yes, father.
Why did dad get mad?
He won't let me go to that school.
What school?
A special one.
It's located in a castle, they've got everything there...
showers, boxing hall, not to mention the gliders.
After you graduate from there, you become the elite,
and don't have to worry about money anymore.
And dad doesn't want to let you go there?
It sounds really great!
You feel dirtier leaving this, than when you enter it.
Same difference.
You'll report first to Kindler, then you'll start working in a month.
In one month?
So that you won't have any time for stupid thoughts.
Well, are you happy?
I'd rather stay here.
That's so stupid.
It'll be great.
Such a kindergarten is just like a summer camp.
You won't have to sit in a bunker all day, and all your friends will be there too.
Hey...
Is this the way for a young German to behave?
Dear mother, don't be angry at me.
But I believe that this is the chance of my lifetime. Your Friedrich.
Dear father, I forged your signature on the permission.
If you pull me out of Napola, I'll report all of the bad things that you've been saying about it.
Wake up, young man. We've reached our destination.
Could you drop me off right here?
Yes, sure I can.
- Thanks so much. - You're very welcome.
But mom, I've already...
But Dad's just butchered a pig...
No food? Brought enough?
Stand still. Hug your brother and smile.
What a beautiful Summer, Mr. Von Brock.
- Indeed. - Madam...
Friedrich! Heil Hitler!
Good to see you. See? Your dad finally let you come.
Not really, but I came anyway.
Ah... but, who signed your permission?
I did.
Well, at least you admit doing it.
A real sportsman always tells the truth.
Well, that's exactly what you're going to learn here. Come, we'll get you your uniform.
- One clothing set, in the right size, please. - Yes, sir!
We rarely admit people of your age,
but you caught my eye. I hope you can appreciate it.
Ah, Schneider, come here!
This is Friedrich Weimer, he's new here... for your room.
Show him everything and introduce him to friends.
Yes, sir!
I'm Christoph, welcome to Allenstein.
Thanks.
Good, I'll show you the room first, then you can change your clothes.
Hey Hubscher, now we've got an Aryan too!
So, this is it!
So, this is your bed, and that's your locker.
Track suit, denim, bottom left. Sewing kit, clothes brush, to the left.
Top right, private things.
Your cap's not supposed to lay, but stand, on the brown shirt.
On the bottom, towel, handkerchiefs.
Suitcase on top, toiletries on the door hook.
Ok, keep your things 'straightened', or the orderly will throw everything out.
You'll understand the rest. Oh, and you're going to buy dessert.
What?
Never mind. The first time doesn't count.
Boys, the assembly is in 15 minutes!
Good, get changed, then come downstairs.
Friedrich! Friedrich!
Over here!
Have a seat.
Be seated.
Young men!
Students!
I'd like to warmly welcome you to our school in the new year of 1942.
I'd like to inform all new students that they have come to the place,
where their future will be shaped.
A farmer's son and an industrialist's one are equals in this school.
Namely, you'll be the future elite of a one thousand year old reich.
Men may create history...
but, we make the men.
To my uncut diamonds, we will keep splitting and polishing you for as long as it takes,
until a shiny, precious jewel emerges.
And when the final victory arrives...
we will need many new regional party leaders.
And I don't mean for just Cartnen or Mecklemburg, but posts for Washington, Moscow,
London or even Cape Town.
Make good use of your time here.
Sharpen your body and mind and be faithful, loyal companions.
To our brave soldiers fighting on the frontlines of the Reich
and for our beloved leader Adolf Hitler, we would like to say three times a loud Sieg Heil!
Listen guys, this is Friedrich Weimer.
He's new to the school and to our room.
- Hi. - Bon Appetit.
That's our Wilhelm, we call him Hefe.
His father is head of catering,
- and that's why this minced meat passed inspection. - Don't listen to him.
You still didn't tell me what you wanted in return for your notebooks.
Yeah, 300 grams of fine liverwurst.
- 300 grams? You must be joking?! - No.
But as an extra reward I'll give you a glimpse of the photo, huh?
This is Tjaden.
He's the room champion for the longest fart.
- Hi. - Hi.
The current record is 8,5 seconds.
What's with this whole 'photo' thing?
Of my three sisters, all sweaty from dancing.
What?
My best source of income. I also trade socks for two marks.
- Does anybody buy this? - You haven't met my sisters yet.
The one in the back is Siggi...
Watch out! Jaucher's coming!
Quick!
Friedrich, line up!
Attention!
- Is this our new recruit? - Yes, sir.
Name?
Weimer, Friedrich.
I see, so you`re the one?!
You're quite famous, for a new student.
Then you've got to be pretty good.
Whose mess is this?
Move it, clean it up!
Stop sleeping!
Twenty push-ups, now!
One, two, three, four...
What's going on here?
Locker control.
Get up.
Enough. The boy is new.
Yes, sir.
Fall out.
You've just made your first enemy.
- Christoph? - What?
- I just wanted to ask... - It's forbidden to talk during 'lights out'.
Get up! Make the beds up! Morning gymnastics!
Faster, Friedrich!
Thanks.
Sure, no problem. I learned this at my previous school.
- I'm Friedrich. - Albrecht.
Can't it go any faster?
This snail's pace of yours is really beginning to bug me.
Move it to the assembly square!
Move your asses, don't be such sand bags!
I'll teach you a lesson!
You'll see the smoke coming out of your asses!
Get in line!
Faster!
Now on the ground!
Push-ups!
One, two!
Schulze, straight shoulders!
Kruger, lower to the ground!
Siegfried Gladen has pissed his pants again.
Attention!
Student Gladen, three steps forward!
Go and get your mattress.
Take off your trousers.
- What? - You're to take off your trousers, for God's sake!
Now start peeing.
Come on, faster!
As you wish...
We'll bow, lie down, and jump!
Starting from now!
One, two, three.
Keep on jumping 'til this young man finally decides to pee.
Alright, everybody stand up!
Thank him.
Take that mattress and get the hell out my sight! Fucking pisser!
The one who doesn't know how to fight in this world of immortal war,
is not worth to live.
Bon appetit.
Young men!
I'd like to welcome a son of a great man of a good and personal friend of mine,
and a party birth time companion. With great pleasure...
Albrecht Stein...
son of our regional party leader, Heinrich Stein.
- A very hearty welcome! - Welcome!
Welcome Albrecht.
You're lucky, you were given the best room.
Who's that?
That's Katharina,
- but she's already engaged in case you wanted to know. - Who said that?
I did, you pig.
Something that Darwin called species' evolution,
can also be applied to the "nation's struggle for life" theory.
Today we'll cover the topic "Roman writers and the Jew problem."
What means does the Führer use to lead the party to victory?
Extermination of the weaker guarantees survival of the stronger,
just like in the animal world.
Which Martin Luther quotation fits here?
"And don't you even dare to doubt that...
excluding the Devil, he's the most furious, stubborn enemy of yours.
A real Jew will always be a Jew."
A modern bomber carries 1800 bombs.
What area will he be able to drop the bombs on,
with the speed of 250 kilometers per hour,
if he drops 1 bomb per second?
What is it?
The preacher brought the names of the men killed on the front.
Are we here alone?
Yes.
Shall we begin?
Concentrate.
Harder! Come on!
More force! Don't sleep!
Put your guard up!
You're to take him out!
Get your fists up!
Your fists up!
Move it!
You've got the strength and the skills, but you still have to work on your technique.
Don't punch if you lack balance.
Use front hits only if you feel you've got the advantage.
Of course, be as strong as you can, understand?
At such moments you've got to completely forget about being 'humane'.
This whole compassion thing is just bullshit.
Only by doing so, will you use your whole potential
and be ready for bigger fights.
What big fights?
Come with me.
Here, the glory years of our boxers.
Frenz Jensen in 1937 at Napola's championships.
We were the best of all the schools in the country.
And after that?
Well, since then, Potsdam took over the cup.
When are the next Championships going to take place?
In the winter.
If you train hard enough you might take part in it.
Really?
Yes, who knows?
So, get under the shower.
Without mercy.
It's the only way he'll learn.
Were you hit in the nose?
Hehe, you're all sweaty!
Mail!
Hey, that's mine.
Friedrich, a package for you!
The bathing photo!
- Yeah. - Look here, I was supposed to get all of them!
You were just supposed to have a look. Let's see.
- Want a glimpse? - Hey, why is he allowed to look without paying?
Because you moan and groan too much, Hefe.
Hey, you can't do that!
- Just a little while... - Come on, Christoph, please!
Dear Friedrich, I hope that you are well.
I don't know if you know, but Dad was visited by the Gestapo in the factory,
and now he must work double-shifts.
Don't tell him that I wrote to you.
Always be careful and brave.
Hans, under the circumstances, is doing well.
I miss you both very much. Looking forward to hearing from you. Your mother.
Oh, yuck, you human pig!
Everybody, just take a deep breath together, and it'll be over.
Yes?
Did you finish cleaning up?
- Do you head the school newspaper? - I'm going to, starting from next issue.
Do you like to write?
Actually I do.
What do you have there?
My essays from my old school.
They've just been sent back to me.
And?
Take a look yourself.
Give it back!
I'll put back the pages that have fallen out.
See? There's nearly none left.
Now they're all here.
My mom always says that everything I write is wonderful,
but she's never actually read anything till the end.
If I were you I'd be happy.
It's like winning a battle without having to fight.
No...
it's like being given a medal because of their not wanting to see you fight.
Give it to me.
What do you need it for?
- I want to read it. - You want to read a school essay?
Sure.
Are you afraid of my opinion?
No.
So?
Friedrich.
Um... would you like to see "something"?
- When did you discover this? - Today. This afternoon.
Do you really want to take a look?
Yes, you'll help me up and then I'll look.
Why should you be the first?
Because I found it. Besides I've got to check if the coast is clear.
- You'll be a back guard. - But, I'd rather be a front guard.
Friedrich, please!
Okay, but only because you discovered it.
And? Do you see anything?
No, there's no one here.
Let me look.
There's nobody here.
What are you doing?
- It's my turn. - I've already said, there's no one there.
Doesn't matter!
And? See anything?
Nothing. Nobody. Just like you said.
Shit!
Friedrich?
Yes?
How did you know she was there?
You held your breath for a moment.
Ready?
Ready!
Tug it!
Pull it!
Pull it, faster!
Goddamn it, you're supposed to jump higher!
What a bunch of clumsy assholes!
"Silence, let your sobbing be heard.
Follow me...
sightly virgin Freyn."
"Gods have you been foiling, noble knight,
but I'm afraid that dragon will you not bite."
Na, na, that is German poetry for you, gentlemen.
Carry on.
Oh! I'm sorry!
No, never apologize! No one says I'm sorry! Come!
And?
Well, it's ok.
Just ok?
It is good. Really good!
Remember what I said, fight until he's out cold.
Only one of you can win.
If you make it through two rounds, you've got a chance to win.
Make him cry!
You know the rules, fight until the knock out!
To your corners!
Box!
Stop!
Alright... box!
Hit him!
Believe in yourself and hit him!
You're fighting 'till the knock out!
Friedrich wins by knock out! Friedrich Weimer!
Congratulations, my boy, first class fight.
Thank you.
So short with us and so much progress made, an excellent example.
If we take over Potsdam's cup in the winter,
I'll put in a good word for you at the Berlin sport school.
The next Olympics are just around the corner.
Keep on training.
We have great faith in you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
You had no mercy,
he was already hanging on the ropes.
So?
He'd have done exactly the same to me.
I've just seen him, and he's still unconscious.
What did you expect?
- Would you rather see me lying there? - You didn't have to be so brutal.
- Are you maybe jealous of my victory? - No...
but couldn't you have achieved it in a different way?
No, I couldn't have!
Get up!
Siegfried...
where are you going so fast?
To the bathroom.
Turn around.
You're a shameful stain on the school's honor.
What if the Führer came tomorrow and your room stunk of pee?
- What would your sport instructor think about it? - Please, no, I...
For 20 marks I'll forget the whole thing.
- I don't have that much money on me. - Then, get it!
If you don't find it before supper, your sport instructor will be informed of your problem.
- Everything ok, Siegfried? - Yeah.
A hand grenade has an exploding range of approximately 15 meters,
and it's splintered fragments may fly even further.
To sum up...
Unscrew the lid...
pull the line and now it's triggered and sharp.
Then we make a wide sweeping motion,
we throw it, then take cover.
After pulling the line you've got 4,5 seconds till detonation.
Are there any questions?
Fine...
Christoph, come.
So... pull it. Sweeping motion. Throw. Duck!
Very good.
Next! Friedrich, come!
So... pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw. Duck!
Wilhelm!
And... pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw. Duck!
Albrecht, come.
And... pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw it. I said throw it!
Take cover!
Goddammit!
Martin. Come!
Are you out of your mind? Throw it!
Our regional party leader has come to pay a last tribute to our hero's memory.
We are gathered here today to pay tribute and to honor the memory of our comrade, Siegfried Gladen.
In a moment of terrible and grave danger, he sacrificed himself for the good of others.
He gave up his own life to save the lives of twenty of his comrades.
The young man, who lies here now at this funeral,
has filled the last seconds of his life, not with hesitation...
but with action!
Our times don't need timid solutions.
We don't need gay men,
but men who actually do something.
Every one of us, standing here now, should ask himself:
Why wasn't it me who jumped on that grenade?