Thank you.
You’re welcome.
You must help us, Sophie.
Stop torturing her.
Sophie!
What is that?
It’s a photo of children rejected from the Germanization program.
The “Lebensborn” program.
These are children
taken from Polish parents
who, at first, were believed
to have Aryan racial features.
They were to be taken to Germany
and raised as Germans.
But, at some point, it was decided
that they were racially unsuitable.
Unsuitable!
That’s why they were consigned
for disposal.
All we ask of you is to translate some stolen Gestapo documents.
I can’t.
I cannot endanger my children.
Your children could be next.
No. No. I do not want to get involved.
This woman will be
Commandant Höss’ secretary.
Take her downstairs. See that she showers thoroughly.
Give me your clothes.
Here is the shower.
You must use this disinfectant soap.
It burns and it stinks.
But you must use it, because she has a good nose.
Shoes!
Put your shoes here.
Please don’t take them. They were a gift from my father.
My God, how’d you keep them in the camp?
I hid them. Please ….
If she sees them, she’ll take them away.
I’ll clean them. Please, they are all I have.
Well, all right.
Thank you.
Shh!
Don’t be afraid.
I was told you could help us.
Will you help the resistance?
But what can I do?
Emmi Höss has a radio. Her room is under her father’s office
where you will work. If you could get the radio,
bring it down here. I could smuggle it out.
Sure, sure, I give you the radio,
you smuggle it out, and I get shot for stealing it.
That’s why you must make Höss trust you.
But how?
He is a man and you are a woman ….
Of course!
Bald, starving, stinking of germicides.
Very impressive!
You’re wrong. You look German.
You speak cultured German. You’ll be working with him alone
and he’s an unhappy man.
Then do something for me. What?
You must find my son.
His name is Jan. He’s in the Children’s Camp.
What do you want to know?
If …. If he is ….
If he’s alive, right? Yes.
I understand.
Maybe Höss could arrange to get him out.
I baked Himmler’s favourite cake.
This is the new
secretary from the Camp.
Take her to the office.
Himmler can’t stay for dinner.
Do you think it’s deliberate?
Why deliberate?
You said the escapes, the delays with the building upset him.
Enough!
Imagine, that idiot guard took the new girl right into the kitchen
without disinfecting her. In the kitchen!
I mean, the children …. They are perfectly healthy.
That’s because they’re well fed here.
What happens if we leave?
They will have to sacrifice like other German children.
You are looking well.
I hardly drank
after I left here.
Can you imagine?
My father asked me what kind of medicine
I practice here.
What can I tell him?
I perform God’s work.
I select who shall live and who shall die.
Is that not God’s work?
You’re too young to recall what was done to Germany in defeat.
We cannot afford to be kind if we are to survive.
There is an epidemic in the Children’s Camp.
No matter what we do, they die like flies.
You cannot afford to be so sensitive.
… and lastly a trait of character
common to all people of southern climes,
a certain dullness of mind ….
Do I speak too fast?
No, Commandant.
Excuse me.
I’m sorry to disturb you,
but I thought maybe if you could go to Berlin
and explain to Himmler how unfair his order is,
maybe he’d change his mind.
There’s no appeal. We’re being transferred and that’s that.
My pills, quick!
Shall I call the doctor? Be quiet.
It’s unbearable.
It’s better now.
That ergotamine is a miracle.
I’m glad, Commandant.
Sit down.
How did you come here?
Not many prisoners are lucky enough to find such work.
I think
it must have been fate.
Fate brought me to you
because I knew only you would understand.
Understand what?
That a mistake has been made.
May I show you something?
This is one of the earliest Polish documents
suggesting a “final solution” to the Jewish problem.
I helped my father to write it.
Perhaps you will realize the injustice of my imprisonment.
So, you claim you are innocent.
Sir, I freely admit my guilt of the minor charge
which caused me to be sent here.
I only ask that this misdemeanour be compared to my record,
not only as a Polish sympathizer with National Socialism,
but as an active campaigner in the sacred war against the Jews.
That pamphlet in your hand, Commandant, will prove my point.
I implore you. You have the power to give clemency and freedom.
Please ….
You forget you are a Pole and, therefore, an enemy of the Reich,
and that you always will be
even if you are not guilty of a crime.
You’ve been flirting shamelessly with me.
It’s hard to believe you’re Polish
with your perfect German and the way you look,
your fair skin, the structure of your face.
So typically Aryan.
You are an unusually attractive woman.
There is something about certain Aryan women,
A pure and radiant beauty,
fair of skin
and fair of hair,
that inspires me
to idolize that beauty.
Wait.
Your pardon, sir. A question from Frau Höss, sir.
As the child just recovered from the flu, madam wishes to know
if, in your view, Iphigenie is well enough to go to a matinee
or should she consult Dr Schmidt?
If Frau Höss thinks she’s well enough to go to a matinee,
then I expect she’s well enough to go to a matinee!
I would risk a great deal to have relations with you.
If I were not leaving, I’d take that risk.
But I must go. And so must you.
I’m sending you back to Block 3. You will go tomorrow.
Commandant, I know I can’t ask much for myself
and that you must follow the rules.
But I beg you to do one thing for me before you send me back.
I have a young son in the Camp. His name is Jan.
Jan Zawistowski. He is ten years old.
I am afraid for his health.
I beg you to consider some way to release him.
He is frail, and so very young.
Please.
If I have impressed you, even slightly, with my presence,
I beg you to do this for me,
not to release me, just free my little boy. Please.
You think you could get me to contravene regulations
because I showed some little affection? It’s disgusting.
There is a legal way! There is the “Lebensborn” program.
He is a perfect candidate for it.
You could move my child from the Camp into the “Lebensborn” program.
Send him to the Reich to be raised as a good German.
He is blond and looks German
and speaks perfect German as I do.
Don’t you see how my little boy, Jan,
would be so right for “Lebensborn”?
I will have your son brought here tomorrow.
You will see him and then I will arrange
For him to be removed from the Camp.
You have no business in this room.
I’m sorry, miss, I was only ….
You came to steal that radio. You were about to pick it up.
I’ll tell my father.
He will have you punished.
I was only going to look at it. I swear.
I’ve passed by here so often. I’ve never seen a radio,
so small, so cunning.
I couldn’t believe it really worked. I just ….
Liar! You wanted to steal it.
I knew by the look on your face.
You must believe me. I wouldn’t take your radio.
Yes, you would. It cost 70 marks.
You’d listen to music in the cellar. You’re a dirty Polack!
Mother says Polacks are worse thieves than Gypsies
and dirtier, too.
You stink!
Wake up.
You fainted.
Breathe deeply, the cold air will revive you.
Keep your head flat to get the flow of blood back.
The first-aid manual says a smack will help.
Sit erect and lean against the bed.
I’ll say one thing, you’re very pretty.
My mother said you must be Swedish.
Tell me, what’s that design on your dress?
My swimming championship badge.
I was class champion. I was only 8.
Where was that, Emmi?
In Dachau. Dachau was so much nicer than Auschwitz.
We had a wonderful heated pool only for officers’ children.
I’ll show you my album.
This is me as a baby.
This is me receiving the medal.
This is the pool in Dachau.
This is me with my mommy.
This is also me
with my daddy.
Emmi?
I’m getting undressed.
Perhaps we’ll go swimming together tomorrow.
Great, Daddy.
Good night, Emmi. Good night, Daddy.
Mommy, you’re hurting me!
You’re so beautiful.
I’d like to get you in bed.
Are you a Polack?
You!
Are you also one of those filthy communists?
I am a Pole!
I was born in Krakow! I am not a Jew! Neither are my children!
They’re not Jews. They are racially pure.
I’m a Christian.
I’m a devout Catholic.
You’re not a communist?
You’re a believer.
Yes, sir. I believe in Christ.
So you believe in Christ, the Redeemer?
Yes!
Did he not say,
“Suffer the little children
“to come unto me?”
You may keep one of your children.
I beg your pardon?
You may keep one of your children.
The other one must go.
You mean, I have to choose?
You’re a Polack not a Yid.
That gives you a privilege, a choice.
I can’t choose! I can’t choose!
Be quiet. I can’t choose!
Choose! Or I’ll send them both over there!
Make a choice!
Don’t make me choose! I can’t!
I’ll send them both over there.
Shut up! Enough!
I told you to shut up! Make a choice!
Don’t make me choose! I can’t!
I’ll send them both over there! I can’t choose!
Take both children away!
Move!
Take my little girl!
Take my baby!
Take my little girl!