I know how you feel. If we don't amputate, he'll die.
Give yourself room to work.
Cut down to the artery.
Be brave, colleague.
Take hold of the artery.
Clamp it.
Saw.
The best thing to do is shoot yourself in the mouth.
Then your skull explodes.
You won't feel a thing. You'll be dead immediately.
I want to be a beautiful corpse. I'll take poison.
If I have to die, at least let it be painless.
That's definitely painless.
It paralyses the nervous system and the respiratory system.
A matter of seconds.
Can I have one too? -Me too.
Himmler supplied me well.
Thank you.
I would have liked to give you a nicer present.
Berlin, April 23, 1945.
My dear little sister, I'm sorry to write this to you.
But such is how it is. It could be over any moment.
First of all: Hermann isn't with us.
But I'm sure you'll see him again.
He'll get through this and fight on from Bavaria.
The Führer has lost all hope of a positive outcome.
Dear son, I don't know if you will receive this letter.
Maybe someone will allow me to send you a last greeting.
I stayed with dad against his will.
Last Sunday, the Führer wanted to help me escape.
But you know your mother. We have the same blood.
I won't even think about it. Our ideology is going down the drain...
...and with it, everything that made life beautiful and worthwhile.
A world without the Führer and National Socialism is not worth living in.
That is why I brought the children, too.
They are too good for the life that awaits them.
God will have mercy on me if I bring them redemption myself.
I'll wear my bracelet with the green stone until the very end.
After that, I want you to always wear it.
Unfortunately, my diamond watch is with the watchmaker.
I've included the address below. I hope you're lucky enough to get it.
I want you to have it.
You'll also get the bracelet with the topaz pendant.
A birthday present from the Führer.
I owe some money to the Heise company.
There may be more debts, but no more than 1500 Reichsmarks.
All correspondence with the Führer must be burned.
I'm sending you some food and tobacco. Also, the coffee is for Lindner and Kathl.
The cigarettes are for Mandi, the tobacco for dad, the chocolate for mom.
I can't think of anything else. That's it for today.
Dear sister, I wish you lots of happiness.
And remember, you will see Hermann again.
The warmest regards and a kiss from...
...your sister.
Peter.
I brought some bread.
I have to go, dad. They need me. -Stay here.
Let me go. -Easy, boy.
Let him go. The Führer needs everyone.
I'm tired of your bullshit. -Wilhelm.
What did you say?
Kiss my ass.
They should hang you. With somebody like you we'd make short work.
Let's go get some water. –There's no water here.
Then we'll have to go outside and look. -Are you drunk?
Come on, hero. I'll protect you.
Inge.
Give me that gun.
Give it here.
I don't fight against children.
Berlin is not really as bad off as it seems.
The divisions must be kept intact. Supplement them with civilians if necessary.
If we stop the Soviets here, the whole world will be taken aback.
If it's really true...
...that there are rifts between the Allies, and that happens...
...then a reversal is possible...
...and I can deliver a blow to the head of this insatiable Bolshevik colossus.
If I'm successful here, and save the capital...
...then the world will realize that only one man is capable...
...of stopping the Bolsheviks.
And that is me.
If I win this battle, then it's not for personal honor and glory.
But for history.
If all goes well, perfect. In the opposite case, Europe will become Bolshevik.
And in five years, the Führer and National Socialism will become legendary.
Sanctified by the last great battle.
Everything that the world reproaches us for will be swept aside.
Only here in Berlin can everything still be saved.
Each last man must be utilized. That is our duty.
Grand Admiral Dönitz will be happy to learn that things are so well with the Führer.
Such energy. –It's a miracle.
He is and remains the Führer.
And just yesterday there were rumors that he'd succumbed to depression.
You said it yourself: rumors.
The V2's will ensure a reversal of the situation.
Their range must be enormous. When will they be ready?
I can't say anything. It's a strict secret.
Naturally. Excuse me.
Here I am.
Got you.
Excuse us. –It's nothing.
Go play upstairs.
General Field Marshal, the Führer would like to speak with you.
Listen, Keitel. I want you to leave tonight.
Go to Dönitz and help him get everything organized.
Things have to be started up again.
I don't understand you.
We have no more oil fields. That's catastrophic.
It makes any serious operation impossible.
Once everything is settled here, we must recover our oil fields.
Any other questions? –No, mein Führer.
Good. Have a good trip.
Fritz.
Martha.
The operator is dead and the entire Army press service has left.
Frau Junge, bring this to Herr Bormann. It's urgent.
Bad news?
This has just come in. –Thank you very much, Frau Junge.
A telegram from Göring.
He writes:
Mein Führer, based on your decision...
...to remain in Berlin, do you agree...
...that I thereby take command...
...with complete freedom of action?
If I receive no reply by 2200 hours, I'll assume you have been incapacitated.
I will then act on behalf of the country and the Fatherland.
That's high treason. And betrayal of you.
Göring's concerns are not entirely unjustified.
If our communication system fails...
...we'll be cut off from the outside world.
We won't be able to issue orders anymore.
I think Göring wants to seize power.
I never trusted his clique at Obersalzberg.
This looks like a coup.
That failure. That parasite.
Parvenu. Sluggard.
How dare he say I'm incapacitated?
Hello. –Herr Speer. How did you get into Berlin?
It wasn't easy, but I must speak with the Führer.
If I were you, I'd wait a bit.
The Luftwaffe. What has he done to it?
For that alone, he should be executed.
That morphine addict corrupted the country.
And now this.
He betrays me.
Me of all people.
I want Göring stripped of his power, immediately.
And, in case I don't survive the war...
...he's to be executed immediately.
What's going to happen to us? Is there any hope left?
Frau Junge, leave here before it's too late.
The Führer is staying. We can't leave him behind, can we?
He doesn't need anybody for what awaits him. Least of all you.
But Herr Goebbels and his wife are staying. And the children.
But the children...
I always thought...
...that there was a way out.
Warmer, warmer, warmer...
Hot.
Look, Heide. –It's beautiful.
Uncle Albert.
Uncle Albert, won't you stay with us? –I can't, Helga. I have work to do.
You can work here too.
Good evening, Herr Speer. –Frau Christian. Are you running a kindergarten now?
Mommy is ill.
What does she have? -I don't know.
The doctor wants her to stay in bed.
Herr Minister, Frau Braun would like to speak with you.
Good luck.
See you soon, children. -See you soon.
Who wants some apple juice? -Me.
Tell Frau Braun that I'll be by.
Come in.
Albert. Hello.
You have a fever.
Albert, I can't take it anymore.
Why don't you leave with the children, Magda?
Leave? And go where?
I can arrange a barge to take you to Schwanenwerder.
You can hide until everything's over.
It won't be long now anyway.
I've thought about it.
My children can't grow up in a world without National Socialism.
Think about it some more. The children have a right to a future.
If National Socialism dies, there will be no future.
I can't believe you really want that.
Go.
I'll come by again before I leave.
Come in.
I knew you'd come.
You wouldn't desert the Führer.
I've come to say goodbye to the Führer. I'm going back to Hamburg tonight.
Of course, you must go. Sit down.
I brought some furniture you designed.
I couldn't leave it behind.
Please, you must've not eaten all day.
That's true.
It's very important that you came. It shows him you're on his side.
Did he ever doubt that?
Lately, he often thought you were against him too.
I always said you'd come and here you are.
I think he liked it that you advised him to stay in Berlin.
I think it's best, too.
And, you know...
...it may sound strange...
...but I'm really happy here. And I'm not afraid.
Herr Speer...
The Führer...
When you speak with him...
There's the question of whether we'll remain here, or fly to Berchtesgaden.
Advise him to leave, Herr Speer. He listens to you.
Persuade him that if we don't leave Berlin, the Bolsheviks will cut our throat.
So, you came. -Mein Führer, I...
It's OK.
Let's sit down.
I had great plans for the Germans and the world.
Nobody understood me. Not even my old brothers in arms.
The opportunities we had. The whole world was ours to grab.
Too late.
I can be proud only...
for openly fighting the Jews...
...and for cleansing the Lebensraum of the Jewish poison.
I don't find it hard to go on. One brief moment...
...and then eternal peace.
But please spare the people, mein Führer.
If my people cannot endure this ordeal...
...I won't shed a tear.
They get what they deserve.
They brought this fate upon themselves.
For months...
...I have to tell you this...
...for months I've sabotaged your orders for destruction.
I not only ignored your orders, but even acted against them.
I had to tell you.
My personal loyalty to you has never wavered.
So you're leaving.
Good.
Goodbye.
I wish you all the best.
Come in.
The very best.
Eat as so much as you can, gentlemen.
Peter.
It's alright, son.
He has a fever.
Yes, but he's alive.
if God wants to do someone a favour
He sends him out into the world
He gives him a bite to eat
and then sends him to a sausage factory
the lazy ones who stay in bed
are not invigorated by the dawn
they know only of rocking cradles
of worries, burden, need and bread
the streams gush in the mountains
larks flutter in the air
why would I not sing along
lustily and loudly
On the right there.
Loyalty and courage still exist in this world.
Ritter von Greim and Fräulein Reitsch, how good...
...that the both of you arrived more or less unharmed.
Sit down.
We came under heavy fire, but still arrived in Gatow.
From there, we couldn't continue.
We flew in a Fieseler Storch, over the Russian lines...
...and landed on the East-West axis, close to here.
Before landing, the Soviets had a go at us.
A telegram from Göring.
Received yesterday. Read it.
You see they spare me nothing.
Neither deception nor infidelity. Neither infamy nor treason.
You end up regretting your own kindness.
General Von Greim, I appoint you Supreme Commander of the Luftwaffe.
I hereby promote you to General Field Marshal.
Mein Führer, I will not disappoint you.
A big responsibility rests on your shoulders.
You must rebuild the Luftwaffe from the ground up.
Many mistakes have been made. Be ruthless.
Life doesn't forgive weakness.
This so-called humanity is religious drivel.
Compassion is an eternal sin. To feel compassion for the weak...
...is a betrayal against nature.
The strong can only triumph if the weak are exterminated.
I've remained faithful to this law of nature, and have never shown compassion.
I've always been ruthless when faced with internal...
...opposition from other races. And that's the only way.
Apes, for instance...
...kill all outsiders.
And what applies to apes, most certainly applies to humans.
Himmler made an offer to surrender...
...to the Western powers.
Via Count Bernadotte.
Reported on English radio.
Himmler. Of all people, Himmler.
The most loyal of my loyals. That is the most terrible treason.
Göring, yes, he was corrupt. Always has been.
Speer, yes, an absent-minded artist. All the others: yes.
But Himmler?
Has he gone insane?
He must have told them I'm sick.
Or perhaps already dead.
Leave me alone with Ritter Von Greim and Fräulein Reitsch.
And get Fegelein. –We don't know where he is.
What? He's Himmler's adjutant. He must be available.
We haven't seen him for days. –I want a report immediately.
Stay, Doctor, please.
You and Greim must go as quickly as possible. Fly to Dönitz.
Tell him to do everything it takes to punish Himmler.
We've decided to die with you.
Thank you for this proof of loyalty.
But Himmler must die. He committed treason.
He's no longer necessary for my plans.
Do you think I'll just look on as those Jewish swines slaughter me?
This is part of a huge decoy operation. I've allowed the enemy...
...to invade the Reich. And they think they've won.
But mark my words: they'll have a rude awakening.
Dönitz is mobilizing in the north. Kesselring in the south.
We'll surround the enemy and crush them in a pincer movement.
From Prague, three armies will attack the Russians, simultaneously, from the rear.
I didn't know we still had so many reserve troops.
I made sure you'll soon have a thousand of the most modern...
...jets at your disposal.
With those, you can make the Luftwaffe ready for battle again.
I kneel to your genius, at the altar of the Fatherland.
He'll be furious if he learns that Hermann is gone.
Hopefully it's not what it seems. The Führer would never forgive him.
It makes me feel sick. My sister is carrying Hermann's child.
Don't be so glum, Fräulein Braun.
You know the Führer as benevolent. But he can also be quite the opposite.
Heil, mein Führer.
You too have requested to leave Berlin?
Mein Führer, as you know, all medical departments...
...that fall under the SS and Himmler, have left Berlin.
Himmler is a traitor. He won't escape punishment.
Mein Führer, as Reichsarzt SS, I have no more work here.
Your request to leave Berlin is unacceptable.
My family...
If the Russians...
I must leave. –You've done nothing wrong.
Future generations will thank you for your medical research.
I take all the responsibility.
We'll talk about it later.
Gruppenführer Fegelein cannot be found. He's not in the bunker.
What, you can't find Fegelein?
Keep searching. I want to speak with Fegelein. Immediately.
If he left just like that, that's desertion. Treason.
Bring me Fegelein.
Fegelein. Fegelein.
Daddy, why are you wearing your Sunday uniform?
Ernst, is something wrong? –No.
Thank you.
Brigitte is hungry too.
Ilse, you should eat something too.
Thank you. –You're welcome.
Thank you.
What is it? –Gruppenführer, you're under arrest.
What? –You're suspected of desertion.
Get dressed. You'll come with us.
Like hell.
Search the room.
Let go of me. You can't give me orders.
You won't have Hermann executed, will you?
There's no doubt. He wanted to flee.
What does it matter? Everything's over.
Think of my poor sister. She's pregnant by Hermann.
He collaborated with Himmler. He's a traitor.
There's no compassion for traitors.
There's no mercy for them.
He'll be court-martialled and executed.
What's the point of that?
It is my will.
You're the Führer.
Speak.
The Russians are advancing more and more.
There are no more reserves. Supplies from the air are impossible.
There's no ammunition coming in anymore.
In the north, the Russians are standing in front of the Weidendammer bridge.
In the East: Lustgarten. South: Potsdammer Platz.
West: Tiergarten, about 400 meters from the Chancellery.
How long can you hold out? –At most, two days.
Including the government district? –Yes sir, mein Führer.
As a soldier, I suggest we flee Berlin. It's surrounded.
The battle of Berlin has killed 20,000 of our best officers.
That's what young people are for.
Your proposal is insane. Complete madness.
Think of the thousands of wounded. We can't help them.
Mein Führer, the orders have been written. I give you my word...
The Führer cannot make an honorless disappearance from world history.
Even if such a move was successful...
...I'll end up in another troublesome situation.
I'd have to stay in the open air, or on a farm...
...and wait for the end.
Wenck is advancing with the 12th Army. He can join the 9th...
...and give the Russians the final blow.
Wenck's an excellent fellow. Send a telegram to Keitel:
Immediately report to me the following:
First: Where is Wenck's vanguard located?
Second: When will they attack again?
Third: Where is the 9th Army? Fourth: where will they make a breakthrough?
You'll see, gentlemen. I'll be right.
Wenck will come.
I want to know if Wenck can do anything at all.
It's unlikely that Wenck's small amount of troops...
What's unlikely about the offensive? –Wenck can't do anything anymore.
Then why don't you tell the Führer that? Has everyone gone mad?
Do you think the Führer doesn't know? He'll never surrender.
And neither will we. I've been through that once. Never again.
Come on. I have to go.
Stop right there.
Heil Hitler.
You have to cut lengthwise. –In the mouth. One shot and you're dead.
Who will win? –Me.
You look very elegant.
I think we're all going to cry today.
Have we reached that point? –No, they'll be tears of joy.
What is it, Helga?
Helga, come.
Helga cries easily lately. Excuse me.
I must go see your Uncle Hitler, children. Good night.
Excuse me. I fell asleep.
Did you get some rest, my child?
In shorthand.
My political will.
More than 30 years have passed...
...since I made my contribution as a volunteer...
...during the first World War.
During those 30 years, I learned to think, act and live...
...out of love and loyalty for my people.
Excuse me. The artillery... –Yes. Please sit down.
Centuries will pass...
...but from the ruins of our cities and monuments...
...the hatred of the people...
...who did this to us, will continue to flare up:
International Jewry and its accomplices.
What is it, Herr Minister?
Imagine this. The Führer wants me to leave Berlin.
He ordered it.
I've never ignored an order from the Führer.
But I will ignore this order. I'll stay with the Führer.
Please, Frau Junge...
...I want to dictate my will to you.
I was just typing the Führer's will.
Good.
I understand. Some other time.
Mein Führer, according to the racial law I'm obliged to ask you:
Mein Führer, are you of Aryan descent?
Can I see your identity card?
You're talking to the Führer here. –Alright then.
And you, Fräulein Braun, are you of Aryan descent?
Then there's nothing to stop us.
I'm asking you now: Do you, mein Führer, Adolf Hitler...
...take Eva Braun, present here, as your wife? Answer "yes."
Do you, Eva Braun, take Führer Adolf Hitler, present here...
...as your husband? Answer "yes."
Then I declare you man and wife.
Frau Junge. –Thank you. Krebs.
I'm happy you could be here. –Congratulations, but I didn't know about it.
When I had to sign, I almost wrote Braun instead of Hitler.
I had to cross it out.
Is there a response from our telegram to Keitel?
Do we have news of Wenck and his army?
No, mein Führer, I regret to report.
He's injured.
Everything will be alright.
You must go to the Führer right away. –At this hour?
How long can we hold out? –Twenty hours, no more.
The Russians are within a few hundred meters.
For the moment we've brought them to a standstill.
You know, Mohnke, the western democracies are decadent.
They'll succumb to the people from the east.
All the best. Thank you.
It wasn't only for Germany.
A message from Keitel.
1. Wenck's vanguard is stuck south of Schwielowsee.
2. The 12th Army cannot continue the attack on Berlin.
3. The 9th Army is completely surrounded.
What do we do when the last ammunition reserves have been exhausted?
I'll never surrender. Never.
I forbid you, and the other commanders, to surrender.
Listen, Günsche. My wife and I are going to commit suicide.
I don't want my corpse exposed by the Russians.
I don't want them to get me, dead or alive.
I want to be burned and never to be found.
Günsche, I want you to promise me...
...that you will do all it takes.
Mein Führer...
...that's a terrible order, but I will carry it out.
Kempka. –Erich, I need 200 liters of gasoline.
Are you crazy? Where will I get that from?
From the parked vehicles.
What's all that gas for? –I can't say over the telephone.
Come, please. The Führer wants to see us.
Should I tell the Führer you're indisposed?
It's only my collapsed lung.
I'll die soon anyway.
Excuse me.
Over here, Herr Professor.
One moment, please.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry to interrupt your important work.
Mein Führer, keep faith in the final victory.
Lead us and we shall follow.
Come on.
Join the crowd.
Come. Have a drink.
Anyway there's nothing else we can do. –Do sit down.
That's better. Yes sir, the situation is pretty shitty.
Can we sit down? –Please do, Fräulein Br...
Frau... –You can call me Frau Hitler.
It's alright.
A pity we can't go outside anymore.
Only if you want to die a heroic death.
Fritz, control yourself a bit. –Yes. Control.
Take cover.
Let's go.
What are you doing here? –I have to report to the Führer.
You can't right now. Sit down.
Sit. Drink.
May I present Frau Hitler?
So young and so many decorations. You must be proud.
Excuse me. I'm not used to drinking anymore.
You can use our toilet.
If your hand shakes, the bullet might only hit the optic nerve.
That's why it's good to take the poison too.
When you bite through the capsule, pull the trigger.
Will I have enough time?
The poison starts working after one or two seconds.
Tornow, you too.
Come Blondi.