100 Jahre Adolf Hitler - Die letzte Stunde im Führerbunker (1989) - full transcript
A light, a day, a leader. Five men, four women, dragged out of the darkness by a hand-held spotlight. We see the last hour in the Fiihrer bunker as it really was.
Schnapps,
Wim,
Trotta,
Nico,
GK .
All of Germany
is my homeland
At the 40th Cannes
film festival
after getting
the Golden Palm in 1984
for PARIS TEXAS,
Wim Wenders got the
director's prize
for WINGS OF DESIRE.
We can improve the
pictures of this world
and with that
this world can be improved.
(Silence!)
Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
your coat please spread,
from home to home,
for us to tread.
Shelter all...
Saint Martin, shelter all
till life's not grim.
For Ute, Volker
Wim and Klausl
"The time is up...
Once more the seven
years have past.
With gaiety the ocean
casts me up on land."
Brother Borlein,
this was Fegelein'.
Brother Göring,
what is it?
This was Fegelein.
- So what?
We've been betrayed,
betrayal is our fate.
Help, help...
Betrayal, betrayal...
EDITORS:
ASSISTANT DIRECTORS:
MUSIC:
PRODUCTION
SUPERVISORS:
Sister Braun, hurry up...
something terrible
has happened...
I'm coming,
Sister Goebbels, I'm coming...
WRITER/DIRECTOR
FÜHRER'S BUNKER, 5 pm
Ever gently falls the snow,
still and frozen is the lake.
The woods shimmer
in Christmas glow.
Rejoice, Christ Child
will soon awake.
Pass me the salt,
please.
The salt? Yes
you can have it...! Here!
You swine!
Such impertinence,
I hate you, I hate you!
What is it?
What is it now?
It's better,
it's alright!
Where is he?
He's never on time.
Since Stalingrad...
he just stays in bed, drunk,
and ignores meals.
That's his way
to celebrate, that's right...
it's his way to celebrate.
What do you mean
he's celebrating?
Millions are running into
the knives of the Bolsheviks...
and he is... celebrating.
Brother Göring,
you are so stupid.
You should have been
the Reich Chancellor.
Do you mean that...?
Really...?
Attention, the Führer...
The Führer.
Fucking...
yes“.yes“.yes“.
I am still
the greatest.
Not just the
leader and hero...
I am myself!
Straight, strong and simple!
Only a few more
minutes till the end.
He has to hear about it.
- Do you want to tell him?
No, tell him what?
- About Fegelein.
Fucking... fucking...
Swine, this
German swine!
A German swine.
Betrayal, betrayal...
What's going on?
- Get a hold of yourself!
Fegelein betrayed us.
- Why did he betray us?
He was found
with a prostitute...
with a prostitute.
This is going too far.
We cannot accept this...
- It is against providence!
Gifts...
First powder the nose...
Gifts... and this too.
Now I have them all.
Look here, Auntie Eva...
Yes... Did you paint this?
It is very beautiful.
Uncle Hitler will get
very jealous...
Sign your name to it.
(Quit there!)
You swine! You swine!
(Cut!)
You swine! You swine!
Psssst...
The time has come.
She must tell him.
Her alone.
Not now!
Not now!
Not now!
Silent night,
holy night,
all is calm
all is bright!
'Round you virgin, mother
and child
holy infant
so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace,
sleep in heavenly peace.
April... April...
Attention, the Führer!
You cunt...
you miserable cunt,
you miserable piece of...
you bloody sod!
Sister Morell
I would like to...
also in the name
of the Führer...
ask you very sincerely
for forgiveness.
Thank you.
Fucking.
The Child!
The Child!
But this is just
the Holy Family.
They will survive us all.
Fucking... fucking...
Brother Bowman,
do you hear me'?
I'm reading from the
works of degenerated artists.
Did you find
anything out?
I need to know...
will I be Reich Chancellor?
You won't advise against it?
Did you get what
I discussed with Goebbels?
No, I didn't get it.
The German people...
the German people...
Do you suppose
that the German people...
during the last 12 years...
initiated intercourse
on their own?
And now I want
to be Reich Chancellor.
Say it now:
I am the Führer.
Hail Bormann!
- Say: "I am the Führer!"
All angels of this world
deliver us from this Führer!
You have to
get up earlier...
and that won't be
so easy for you.
I can't anymore.
Help, help, help...
I am really fainting.
Blondie, in winter, birds
fly south... c'mon, fly!
Hey Göring.
I've just been making
pee-pee with Blondie.
Asshole, asshole, asshole!
Ah, here you are!
Eveybody is
talking about you,
but nobody can tell me
where you are.
I want to do something
good for you.
This is Russian
nut oil.
It will keep
the body strong...
and restore
its suppleness.
And it is stimulating.
As long as there
are Bolsheviks,
our future, the Third Reich,
has a chance.
An enemy can do wonders,
wonderful wonders.
Not the silent wonders...
the hard ones...
the hard ones...
the hard ones!
I love you so madly,
so madly... My Fegelein...
No, no
I'll throw you down...
I'll finish you!
I'll finish you!
I can't anymore!
Go away... go away!
Leave me alone!
Mama, I'm afraid. Why
is Auntie Eva screaming?
All will be good.
All will be good!
"Hundreds of thousands
think they think the same...
hundreds of thousands
learn to think the same..."
Eveything will pass.
There... there...
how horrible...
"On February 12th,
the czarina died.
The miracle of the House of
Brandenburg had occurred."
My poor little czarina...
poor little ozarina!
(Action)
Betrayal... betrayal...
betrayal...
Come now,
I have to talk to you.
And now?
- Now he will tell her.
How awful. It's the end!
- What's he telling her?
You'll be
Reichs Chancellor.
Prepare for the worst.
The end is near.
The end? The end.
Fegelein, a man
of our rank
was caught with a
prostitute.
Fantastic, it's marvelous,
Hitler is finished
once and for all...
the Führer is finished.
Before the worst happens,
we must destroy ourselves.
Never! What Fegelein did
was an act of greatness.
What you suggest is escape.
- No. Self destruction
is the only greatness
in the hour of betrayal.
You must die... my wife,
my children, all must die!
Never, no!
Only one is allowed to die.
He...!
I have heard
everything!
Only one must die,
only one alone.
"As the great King himself
can't see any way out
and is at a loss
about what to do
as his generals
and statesmen
are sure of his defeat,
as the enemies already
foresee the fall of Prussia
and the future lies grey
and dark in front of him
he writes to Finkenstein,
his cabinet secretary,
about a grace period
he gave himself:
If by February 15th
no changes takes place,
he will give up,
he will take poison.
Carlyle writes further:
Brave King,
wait a little longer,
the days of your suffering
will then be over,
clouds will part and
fortune will show itself."
Honorable Mr. Himmler,
herewith I inform you that
I am planning to
close my press office.
I ask you to end
those flight experiments
which used excellent
non-Germans.
If we made a mistake,
it was only using foreigners
in the experiments
and never Germans.
Blondie... here...
only for you.
These days, this is eaten
by all dogs and all Führer.
You'll be strong
and survive.
Then a small section will
penetrate the revolution.
A part of the grand inner
dialogue will fall.
As a result of the
emerging feebleness,
only the deep
inner emptiness,
the longing for expression
and strength,
the longing for sentimental
and melancholic images
will be left.
Papa“.
Dead, definitely dead...
my Blondie, sleep well!
I will send my useless
children into death
and wait for the newborn,
who rests
in my wife's womb
and will be born
any minute now.
With the elimination of the
Bourgeois demands,
we have thrown Faust
off his pedestal
and created a base
for the human race.
With balance, it will
creep slowly into the future.
It is a human race, that,
in our sense,
will still be satisfied
and self-destructive!
Now, we no longer
need a dictator,
just the German people!
We don't need a dictator,
just the German people!
I would like to
conclude by saying
the people won't be
longing for a Führer,
only the artist
who has to learn
not to resign,
but to use the limits
around him.
Because, and I'm sure
you will agree with me,
Hitler, too
was an artist!
When I'm Reich
Chancellor,
I will lean on both of you.
Fegelein, you'll do
my foreign politics
and brother Bormann,
you'll do my domestic politics.
I'll take care of propaganda,
and we will oust Goebbels.
Take care of what?
Of film and art
and the art of hunting,
and museums... I'll take care
of collecting museums.
So you are the substructure,
I am the superstructure.
I think this is
the best way
to regulate the future
distribution of power.
You do the real power,
I do the unreal power.
That way we'll build
a 3,000 year empire.
If it continues
like this, Göring,
you can forget becoming
Reich Chancellor.
Because there will be a
Reich Chancelloresse.
You think she
told him already?
I cannot!
Two blond women stand
in front of a monkey cage.
Suddenly a monkey
pulls one of them
through the bars and
fucks her to death.
Bones, ribs, legs broken,
one eye is missing.
Fegelein, don't let
your fantasy run rampant.
Totally wrecked
in the ass.
At the hospital, when her
friend asks "How are you?",
she replies "Terrible, terrible!"
"Why terrible... you're
already so much better."
"But... he doesn't write,
he doesn't phone."
Damn shit,
stop it already.
What do you want?
I want to console you,
I want to help you.
Do you have something?
- It's the last I could find.
Morphine.
Taste's good...
like nuts.
Like nuts...
walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds,
any kind.
Enjoy them,
the nuts of the Germans.
Give my greetings
to sister Morell!
Stop screaming...
stop it.
Get up, Comrades.
What was that?
- My God.
What was that?
What was that?
The Führer... the Führer...
he is dead...
I am Reich Chancellor!
I... l... l...
Hail my Führer!
I am Reich Chancellor!
Fucking Eva... hail Eva,
hail my Führer... hail, hail!
Betrayal, betrayal,
betrayal!
Shut up, be quiet!
But this is Eva!
This is the Führer,
hail, hail!
Your wife is right.
The moustache is false.
See what you
have done, see.
I've had enough.
Nobody move.
Hey, Göring,
don't be a fool.
Shut up! I should have
stayed in Berchtesgaden.
Hermann, stop this
nonsense. - Never.
I will be Reich Chancellor
or nothing.
Without the Führer, you'll
never be Reich Chancellor.
The Führer is dead... dead.
Ah, yes?
And who is in there?
I don't know.
The Führer is dead.
Normally, how does one
recognize the Führer?
By his moustache.
Who has a moustache now?
The Führer...
So you see?
- I understand.
Hail my Führer,
hail, hail!
Fuck...
God helps those
who help themselves.
Isn't that Strauss?
Yes, exactly.
The calamity of this war
is, on one hand
it began too early
for Germany,
but on the other hand,
much too late.
Militarily the war came
one year too late,
morally, it came 20 years
too early.
The drama for the Germans
is never having enough time.
And if we don't
have time,
it is mostly because
we have no room.
The Russians, with their
enormously vast land,
can afford the luxury
of not being crowded.
Time works for them
but it works against us!
We have to organize
and arrange ourselves,
even though,
and I say this openly,
we have the right to
freely develop and unfold.
Can you hear me?
This is Hitler speaking
from the Fiührer's bunker.
Send all armies to the east,
west and south.
Field Marshall Rommel
should come back.
We need him for Russia.
I ask you... in the ranks
of my immediate successors,
will there be a chosen one
to carry the torch?
Oh, people, so unstable,
so erratic
as no other people,
where are you?
Germany, Germany,
above everything,
above everything...
And...?
Marriage!
What?
Marriage!
Marry, marry. Always
affirmative, dear Josef.
I'm all for it,
marry...
And whom? Eva, whom
do you want to marry?
You!
Hail, the Führer
has spoken.
Margarethe,
my dear Wim,
Hans my darling.
When I take a sober
and unsentimental look
I have to admit,
my friendship with you,
my dear children,
can be allotted to the list
of my many mistakes.
You have inhibited me
everywhere and...
you will inhibit
Germany in the future.
If you behave quietly and
with self-incrimination
they will be grateful
and respect you,
but then, they will criticize
and simply dismiss you,
and later they
will ridicule you.
It would truly be a mistake...
to think you're equal,
because you're not equal.
You will retreat...
and forget your past
or obstinately deny it.
Your charm, your body
will save you,
your fuzz, your smoothness...
like a dove without talons,
they'll respect you
for the sake of peace.
You're lost, little man.
Come now, please.
The children?
The children are asleep,
deeply and soundly.
Quickly, Göring,
let's beat it!
Not at this moment.
That goes against my belief
as a German officer.
But it will finish itself.
- Nothing finishes itself.
The old one is crazy...
Hitler is dead,
Braun can't handle this...
What do you still want?
Are you against
any Führer?
My Führer'is dead,
yours is down there,
but can't handle it.
You're shameless...!
Come down here, now.
(Action)
Honorable guests,
we gather together
to sanctify
this marriage.
In the presence
of witnesses
I ask you, my Führer,
are you willing
to take the vow of marriage
with Martha Goebbels?
Yes, I am.
I ask you,
Martha Goebbels
are you willing to take
the vow of marriage
with my Führer?
I ask you again!
Martha Goebbels,
are you willing
to take the vow of marriage
with my Führer?
Honorable guests,
I declare the marriage
as lawful and legal.
She is dead!
No!No!No!
The child, the child.
Take her away!
What are you doing,
Göring?
A little bit of cyanide.
It would be a pity
if this didn't look like
she took her own life.
My soul can't stand this.
I'm getting out of here.
We must burn her.
It is done!
I've had enough now.
I'm leaving.
Let me go,
get away from me!
We will never
get away from you.
I am resigning.
You are a German dog.
A German dog has to burn.
A symbol for all the
people in Germany,
who, daily, hope
for deliverance.
A symbol among many
symbols. Farewell!
We can improve the
pictures of this world
and with that
this world can be improved.
The Germans have always
shown their greatest skill
in times of hardship,
hunger and war.
If you don't apply
political values,
the achievements
of the Germans
during and after both wars,
were enormous,
inconceivable.
Hats off to
such achievements.
(Very emotional,
very powerful)
My little Moses.
For all the critics
in the world
who still haven't
understood it...
A symbol...
Actually the Germans
are romantic people,
but then they
start pondering.
Others are logical,
but in the practical sphere,
they're more realistic.
Germans must finally learn...
not everything in life
ends in a mathematical
parable, like 2 x 2 - 4.
They should be
less romantic,
less enchanted,
and most of all
less ideological!
Let go of me!
You are crushing me.
What came over you?
Yes, that's better!
So, that was it.
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Wim,
Trotta,
Nico,
GK .
All of Germany
is my homeland
At the 40th Cannes
film festival
after getting
the Golden Palm in 1984
for PARIS TEXAS,
Wim Wenders got the
director's prize
for WINGS OF DESIRE.
We can improve the
pictures of this world
and with that
this world can be improved.
(Silence!)
Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
your coat please spread,
from home to home,
for us to tread.
Shelter all...
Saint Martin, shelter all
till life's not grim.
For Ute, Volker
Wim and Klausl
"The time is up...
Once more the seven
years have past.
With gaiety the ocean
casts me up on land."
Brother Borlein,
this was Fegelein'.
Brother Göring,
what is it?
This was Fegelein.
- So what?
We've been betrayed,
betrayal is our fate.
Help, help...
Betrayal, betrayal...
EDITORS:
ASSISTANT DIRECTORS:
MUSIC:
PRODUCTION
SUPERVISORS:
Sister Braun, hurry up...
something terrible
has happened...
I'm coming,
Sister Goebbels, I'm coming...
WRITER/DIRECTOR
FÜHRER'S BUNKER, 5 pm
Ever gently falls the snow,
still and frozen is the lake.
The woods shimmer
in Christmas glow.
Rejoice, Christ Child
will soon awake.
Pass me the salt,
please.
The salt? Yes
you can have it...! Here!
You swine!
Such impertinence,
I hate you, I hate you!
What is it?
What is it now?
It's better,
it's alright!
Where is he?
He's never on time.
Since Stalingrad...
he just stays in bed, drunk,
and ignores meals.
That's his way
to celebrate, that's right...
it's his way to celebrate.
What do you mean
he's celebrating?
Millions are running into
the knives of the Bolsheviks...
and he is... celebrating.
Brother Göring,
you are so stupid.
You should have been
the Reich Chancellor.
Do you mean that...?
Really...?
Attention, the Führer...
The Führer.
Fucking...
yes“.yes“.yes“.
I am still
the greatest.
Not just the
leader and hero...
I am myself!
Straight, strong and simple!
Only a few more
minutes till the end.
He has to hear about it.
- Do you want to tell him?
No, tell him what?
- About Fegelein.
Fucking... fucking...
Swine, this
German swine!
A German swine.
Betrayal, betrayal...
What's going on?
- Get a hold of yourself!
Fegelein betrayed us.
- Why did he betray us?
He was found
with a prostitute...
with a prostitute.
This is going too far.
We cannot accept this...
- It is against providence!
Gifts...
First powder the nose...
Gifts... and this too.
Now I have them all.
Look here, Auntie Eva...
Yes... Did you paint this?
It is very beautiful.
Uncle Hitler will get
very jealous...
Sign your name to it.
(Quit there!)
You swine! You swine!
(Cut!)
You swine! You swine!
Psssst...
The time has come.
She must tell him.
Her alone.
Not now!
Not now!
Not now!
Silent night,
holy night,
all is calm
all is bright!
'Round you virgin, mother
and child
holy infant
so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace,
sleep in heavenly peace.
April... April...
Attention, the Führer!
You cunt...
you miserable cunt,
you miserable piece of...
you bloody sod!
Sister Morell
I would like to...
also in the name
of the Führer...
ask you very sincerely
for forgiveness.
Thank you.
Fucking.
The Child!
The Child!
But this is just
the Holy Family.
They will survive us all.
Fucking... fucking...
Brother Bowman,
do you hear me'?
I'm reading from the
works of degenerated artists.
Did you find
anything out?
I need to know...
will I be Reich Chancellor?
You won't advise against it?
Did you get what
I discussed with Goebbels?
No, I didn't get it.
The German people...
the German people...
Do you suppose
that the German people...
during the last 12 years...
initiated intercourse
on their own?
And now I want
to be Reich Chancellor.
Say it now:
I am the Führer.
Hail Bormann!
- Say: "I am the Führer!"
All angels of this world
deliver us from this Führer!
You have to
get up earlier...
and that won't be
so easy for you.
I can't anymore.
Help, help, help...
I am really fainting.
Blondie, in winter, birds
fly south... c'mon, fly!
Hey Göring.
I've just been making
pee-pee with Blondie.
Asshole, asshole, asshole!
Ah, here you are!
Eveybody is
talking about you,
but nobody can tell me
where you are.
I want to do something
good for you.
This is Russian
nut oil.
It will keep
the body strong...
and restore
its suppleness.
And it is stimulating.
As long as there
are Bolsheviks,
our future, the Third Reich,
has a chance.
An enemy can do wonders,
wonderful wonders.
Not the silent wonders...
the hard ones...
the hard ones...
the hard ones!
I love you so madly,
so madly... My Fegelein...
No, no
I'll throw you down...
I'll finish you!
I'll finish you!
I can't anymore!
Go away... go away!
Leave me alone!
Mama, I'm afraid. Why
is Auntie Eva screaming?
All will be good.
All will be good!
"Hundreds of thousands
think they think the same...
hundreds of thousands
learn to think the same..."
Eveything will pass.
There... there...
how horrible...
"On February 12th,
the czarina died.
The miracle of the House of
Brandenburg had occurred."
My poor little czarina...
poor little ozarina!
(Action)
Betrayal... betrayal...
betrayal...
Come now,
I have to talk to you.
And now?
- Now he will tell her.
How awful. It's the end!
- What's he telling her?
You'll be
Reichs Chancellor.
Prepare for the worst.
The end is near.
The end? The end.
Fegelein, a man
of our rank
was caught with a
prostitute.
Fantastic, it's marvelous,
Hitler is finished
once and for all...
the Führer is finished.
Before the worst happens,
we must destroy ourselves.
Never! What Fegelein did
was an act of greatness.
What you suggest is escape.
- No. Self destruction
is the only greatness
in the hour of betrayal.
You must die... my wife,
my children, all must die!
Never, no!
Only one is allowed to die.
He...!
I have heard
everything!
Only one must die,
only one alone.
"As the great King himself
can't see any way out
and is at a loss
about what to do
as his generals
and statesmen
are sure of his defeat,
as the enemies already
foresee the fall of Prussia
and the future lies grey
and dark in front of him
he writes to Finkenstein,
his cabinet secretary,
about a grace period
he gave himself:
If by February 15th
no changes takes place,
he will give up,
he will take poison.
Carlyle writes further:
Brave King,
wait a little longer,
the days of your suffering
will then be over,
clouds will part and
fortune will show itself."
Honorable Mr. Himmler,
herewith I inform you that
I am planning to
close my press office.
I ask you to end
those flight experiments
which used excellent
non-Germans.
If we made a mistake,
it was only using foreigners
in the experiments
and never Germans.
Blondie... here...
only for you.
These days, this is eaten
by all dogs and all Führer.
You'll be strong
and survive.
Then a small section will
penetrate the revolution.
A part of the grand inner
dialogue will fall.
As a result of the
emerging feebleness,
only the deep
inner emptiness,
the longing for expression
and strength,
the longing for sentimental
and melancholic images
will be left.
Papa“.
Dead, definitely dead...
my Blondie, sleep well!
I will send my useless
children into death
and wait for the newborn,
who rests
in my wife's womb
and will be born
any minute now.
With the elimination of the
Bourgeois demands,
we have thrown Faust
off his pedestal
and created a base
for the human race.
With balance, it will
creep slowly into the future.
It is a human race, that,
in our sense,
will still be satisfied
and self-destructive!
Now, we no longer
need a dictator,
just the German people!
We don't need a dictator,
just the German people!
I would like to
conclude by saying
the people won't be
longing for a Führer,
only the artist
who has to learn
not to resign,
but to use the limits
around him.
Because, and I'm sure
you will agree with me,
Hitler, too
was an artist!
When I'm Reich
Chancellor,
I will lean on both of you.
Fegelein, you'll do
my foreign politics
and brother Bormann,
you'll do my domestic politics.
I'll take care of propaganda,
and we will oust Goebbels.
Take care of what?
Of film and art
and the art of hunting,
and museums... I'll take care
of collecting museums.
So you are the substructure,
I am the superstructure.
I think this is
the best way
to regulate the future
distribution of power.
You do the real power,
I do the unreal power.
That way we'll build
a 3,000 year empire.
If it continues
like this, Göring,
you can forget becoming
Reich Chancellor.
Because there will be a
Reich Chancelloresse.
You think she
told him already?
I cannot!
Two blond women stand
in front of a monkey cage.
Suddenly a monkey
pulls one of them
through the bars and
fucks her to death.
Bones, ribs, legs broken,
one eye is missing.
Fegelein, don't let
your fantasy run rampant.
Totally wrecked
in the ass.
At the hospital, when her
friend asks "How are you?",
she replies "Terrible, terrible!"
"Why terrible... you're
already so much better."
"But... he doesn't write,
he doesn't phone."
Damn shit,
stop it already.
What do you want?
I want to console you,
I want to help you.
Do you have something?
- It's the last I could find.
Morphine.
Taste's good...
like nuts.
Like nuts...
walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds,
any kind.
Enjoy them,
the nuts of the Germans.
Give my greetings
to sister Morell!
Stop screaming...
stop it.
Get up, Comrades.
What was that?
- My God.
What was that?
What was that?
The Führer... the Führer...
he is dead...
I am Reich Chancellor!
I... l... l...
Hail my Führer!
I am Reich Chancellor!
Fucking Eva... hail Eva,
hail my Führer... hail, hail!
Betrayal, betrayal,
betrayal!
Shut up, be quiet!
But this is Eva!
This is the Führer,
hail, hail!
Your wife is right.
The moustache is false.
See what you
have done, see.
I've had enough.
Nobody move.
Hey, Göring,
don't be a fool.
Shut up! I should have
stayed in Berchtesgaden.
Hermann, stop this
nonsense. - Never.
I will be Reich Chancellor
or nothing.
Without the Führer, you'll
never be Reich Chancellor.
The Führer is dead... dead.
Ah, yes?
And who is in there?
I don't know.
The Führer is dead.
Normally, how does one
recognize the Führer?
By his moustache.
Who has a moustache now?
The Führer...
So you see?
- I understand.
Hail my Führer,
hail, hail!
Fuck...
God helps those
who help themselves.
Isn't that Strauss?
Yes, exactly.
The calamity of this war
is, on one hand
it began too early
for Germany,
but on the other hand,
much too late.
Militarily the war came
one year too late,
morally, it came 20 years
too early.
The drama for the Germans
is never having enough time.
And if we don't
have time,
it is mostly because
we have no room.
The Russians, with their
enormously vast land,
can afford the luxury
of not being crowded.
Time works for them
but it works against us!
We have to organize
and arrange ourselves,
even though,
and I say this openly,
we have the right to
freely develop and unfold.
Can you hear me?
This is Hitler speaking
from the Fiührer's bunker.
Send all armies to the east,
west and south.
Field Marshall Rommel
should come back.
We need him for Russia.
I ask you... in the ranks
of my immediate successors,
will there be a chosen one
to carry the torch?
Oh, people, so unstable,
so erratic
as no other people,
where are you?
Germany, Germany,
above everything,
above everything...
And...?
Marriage!
What?
Marriage!
Marry, marry. Always
affirmative, dear Josef.
I'm all for it,
marry...
And whom? Eva, whom
do you want to marry?
You!
Hail, the Führer
has spoken.
Margarethe,
my dear Wim,
Hans my darling.
When I take a sober
and unsentimental look
I have to admit,
my friendship with you,
my dear children,
can be allotted to the list
of my many mistakes.
You have inhibited me
everywhere and...
you will inhibit
Germany in the future.
If you behave quietly and
with self-incrimination
they will be grateful
and respect you,
but then, they will criticize
and simply dismiss you,
and later they
will ridicule you.
It would truly be a mistake...
to think you're equal,
because you're not equal.
You will retreat...
and forget your past
or obstinately deny it.
Your charm, your body
will save you,
your fuzz, your smoothness...
like a dove without talons,
they'll respect you
for the sake of peace.
You're lost, little man.
Come now, please.
The children?
The children are asleep,
deeply and soundly.
Quickly, Göring,
let's beat it!
Not at this moment.
That goes against my belief
as a German officer.
But it will finish itself.
- Nothing finishes itself.
The old one is crazy...
Hitler is dead,
Braun can't handle this...
What do you still want?
Are you against
any Führer?
My Führer'is dead,
yours is down there,
but can't handle it.
You're shameless...!
Come down here, now.
(Action)
Honorable guests,
we gather together
to sanctify
this marriage.
In the presence
of witnesses
I ask you, my Führer,
are you willing
to take the vow of marriage
with Martha Goebbels?
Yes, I am.
I ask you,
Martha Goebbels
are you willing to take
the vow of marriage
with my Führer?
I ask you again!
Martha Goebbels,
are you willing
to take the vow of marriage
with my Führer?
Honorable guests,
I declare the marriage
as lawful and legal.
She is dead!
No!No!No!
The child, the child.
Take her away!
What are you doing,
Göring?
A little bit of cyanide.
It would be a pity
if this didn't look like
she took her own life.
My soul can't stand this.
I'm getting out of here.
We must burn her.
It is done!
I've had enough now.
I'm leaving.
Let me go,
get away from me!
We will never
get away from you.
I am resigning.
You are a German dog.
A German dog has to burn.
A symbol for all the
people in Germany,
who, daily, hope
for deliverance.
A symbol among many
symbols. Farewell!
We can improve the
pictures of this world
and with that
this world can be improved.
The Germans have always
shown their greatest skill
in times of hardship,
hunger and war.
If you don't apply
political values,
the achievements
of the Germans
during and after both wars,
were enormous,
inconceivable.
Hats off to
such achievements.
(Very emotional,
very powerful)
My little Moses.
For all the critics
in the world
who still haven't
understood it...
A symbol...
Actually the Germans
are romantic people,
but then they
start pondering.
Others are logical,
but in the practical sphere,
they're more realistic.
Germans must finally learn...
not everything in life
ends in a mathematical
parable, like 2 x 2 - 4.
They should be
less romantic,
less enchanted,
and most of all
less ideological!
Let go of me!
You are crushing me.
What came over you?
Yes, that's better!
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