Zero Hour (1977) - full transcript

Zero Hour

July 1945.

The IIIrd Reich
has been defeated for eight weeks.

In exchange for the
West section of Berlin,

the Americans
give up Thuringia and Saxony,

won from the
Soviet Union at the end of the war.

The inhabitants
are waiting for their second liberation.

I spit on the
squadron commander!

Pennsylvania! California!

I spit on the
squadron commander!

You've won the war.



You were better nourished,
you had better weapons,

better logistics,
but admit

our aviation was
well over yours.

We had Stuka,
I spit on the
squadron commander!.

On certain nights our pilots
brought down 80 of yours.

Our secret weapons

were hardly used.
V1, V2...

OK, bye.

Captain Schluesselmacher?

- Can I tell you something?
- Please.

Doenitz's offer...

You should have taken it.

That's bullshit!

Germans and Americans.



With your organization'
and your stuff

and our combat experience
against bolshevism
...

I'd have given the Russians 14 days...

Listen to me carefully!

What was left from my
family in Germany

was massacred by you Nazi.

Get lost!

Is that New York?

I know where a treasure
is buried in Leipzig.

And this cord here...

is the key to i t.

Do you need the grenade?

Take it.
I'm giving it to you.

What are you doing here?

Can I have a little water?

When will they be arriving?

I don't know,
but I have this for you.

Put it on your door,

so that everyone passing by
can read it.

We won't get to that point.

Stalin likes little people.

"Citizens of Leipzig!

Under the American occupation,

the Nazi are coming back.

They are allowed to lie and wage
propaganda campaigns.

They pretend that that the Red Army,

in the occupied territories,
steals, robs and kills.

That is an odious lie!

Ever since the retreat
of the American army

of the Americans,
the Red Army

is in front of your city's gates.
Don't listen

the Nazi lies..."

Where do you think you are?

You bum!

"There will be food and
briquette distribution.

To those of good will,

we'll extend our friendship.

Don't be afraid.

The... anti-fascist tomity."

It's really nice around here.

So?
What's that to you?

How is it called?

Leipzig-Gohlis.

Here's the switch post number 25

and, back there,
the graveyard.

That's all there is.

You've got guts.

Why?

D'you want to get killed?

Since May,
they haven't killed anyone.

I'd love some coffee.

Coffee!

There's Konig Cafe
and Schmoerlemeier Cafe.

They are open and are only waiting
for your sugar rations.

If they ever see this...
a true barricade.

Who's "they"?

Who do you think?...

The Russians.

The Russians, the Russians...

What do you know
about the Russians?

I have seen your like,

guarding
the waste water plant.

And the only thing they did,

was flushing the toilets!

Can you read?

Hey! Isa!

Where did you get the bread?

This morning, the Yankees

forgot a food storehouse.

It surely smells nice.

Aunt Grete!
I got American bread!

It smelt so nice,
I almost eat it all on the road.

Here, touch it.

It feels so nice.

I ate a bit,
a tiny bit.

You made me worried sick!

What if the Russians had got you?

Look how greedy Paul is!

Go spread the manure!

Right away.

Come on,
let's go back together.

We'll have some really thick
butter sandwich.

You'll eat when you'll have
finished your work!

Get back on your scooter
and get out of here.

Recently,
some guys from Banat,

deserters,

like you...

they had put into their heads

to gobble up our gooseberry

during the night.

Bad idea.

They had the right to
a kangaroo court.

We've gotten tired
with this kind of stuff.

Consider yourself warned.

Listen... are you a railwayman,
or a bicycle merchantman?

You snotty bastard!

This is about food stuff,
about briquettes,

and the good will of those
you'll stretch your hand to.

You can't find that just
with the snap of the finger.

Listen...

Food and briquettes
when they don't have anything.

You're making me laugh!
I'm telling you:

my ass they'll give you
something to eat!

Ask one of our German soldiers.

Now that they've been
brought down a peg or two,

they'll tell you.

If these hygiene freaks
suspect typhus,

they'll go around a long way
to avoid this place.

Put the basin down.

Must be careful with the gall.

if it spreads,
it'll wreck everything.

Show me your chew.

- Where's the dog?
- Dead.

The old woman wasted it
three days ago.

It was sick.

And she sold the meat,
I know it for sure.

But, when Stalin's armies
will be here,

I'll go in the barn to see

how they treat the women.

He does what, Stalin?

This!
And he puts his heart into it!

Don't you say!

The nurse girl is a little gone.

She stays for hours
in the shithouse

howling like someone was
flaying her:

"Mummy! Bombs!"

She's not the only one
having gone through shelling.

I can hardly wait for
these Russians to come.

Just to put some people
in their place.

We'll at last
have some justice.

And me!

I'll watch them do the broads

That I'll do.

Don't hang around here!

I've told you one hundred times!
You have no business being here!

Just wait I tell your mother.

I'll show you,
whistling in a graveyard!

Can I stay here tonight?

Have to think about it.

It's already better.

Even better.

Hello?

Yes.

We've had to cases of typhus.

No, nothing serious.

Can you make a detour?

You don't have to.

Wroclaw, would be alright?

Fine.

Send my best to Joseph Stalin.
He shouldn't be too disappointed

he didn't end up with Saxony.

"Send my best to Joseph Stalin"?

He won't have
too many friends around here!

Where are you coming from?

From Plauen.
I crossed the American lines.

And the BMW outside?

I stole it from a peasant.

Do you know why I like
the Americans?

- No, why?
- They look smart.

Their pants and their shirts
have a well defined pleat.

- So what?
- So, they look smart.

Have you ever heard
of Saint-Louis blues?

What's that?

You don't know?!

Don't you have a radio or what?

Where would you want me to find
a radio?

Look at this fool.

- He feel asleep.
- Is he mad?

I thought so two minutes ago.

It's the heat.
It's becoming unbearable.

We're used to another climate.

Where did you go see
heat wave, besides Leipzig?

I was in Greece,
if you can remember.

Here,
have a Lucky Strike.

I can tell you that,

when I was in the tanks,
in Arcadia...

Well,
just on the eve of Christmas,

We fried eggs on
the armoring.

Yes, my dear sir.

The Yanks,

have red gasoline.

Can you imagine that?
Red gasoline!

You'd say
raspberry syrup.

And tin cans

that can take
half a turkey.

With feathers.

Such stuff,
dear sir.

And they don't smoke their cigarettes
up to the stump, like we do.

No.

They only smoke them
up to the middle.

That's how they do it.

When I was repatriated,

because of my
injured leg,

we had been eating in the cave
ever since the end of '43.

289 air-raid alerts.

I put down everything
on the cave's door.

The hour, the date, the length

Everything is written down.

I drilled a hole
through Bergwein cave's wall.

20 centimeters thick.

Just like that, with my arms.

It was nice living in the cave.

We all sat there.
There was no animosity.

And the kids...
They behaved so well.

When the English went away,
to Berlin or Eisenach,

we were able to breathe.

Bergwein painted watercolors.

Some cows...

with bells
hanging from their necks.

We were going along fine.

That's funny...

Now, there's peace.

I almost miss

those chats.

And outside, everything crumbled.

We had never been hit hard.

Until that night, just before the end,
when everything finished.

Bergwein's kids were killed.

I took all my stuff and came here.

I've never left since.

At the end of '33,
there were lots of us who thought

the specter of Nazism
would have soon disappeared.

We only gave Hitler a
couple of weeks.

But the syndicate leader

of the Railwaymen Association,
Hans Jahn,

had no illusions.

He knew what was in store for us

if the Nazi came to power.

So, in the winter of '32,
we simulated an alert

in order to evaluate
the time we needed

for starting a
general strike.

In other words,

how much time did the
railwaymen need

to paralyze the
railway network?

Signaling, shunts,
the engine drivers

and the freight trains, too,

if a Nazi offensive took place.

I can tell you
it was a total success.

In a couple of hours only,

we blocked all the trains.

We said:
"Today, we shout.

"Tomorrow, we hit."

And then?

Nothing.

The big shots vetoed it.
They wouldn't go along,

having put their
blind trust in the government.

- And then?
- When Hitler came?

It wasn't something that depended
on 50 railwaymen in Saxony.

It went all the way to Copenhagen,
Amsterdam,

and Spain, even!

You know...

in Greece,

there was a town called
Kalavrita.

We had to sort things out

so we, at last,
would have calm and peace.

Everyone of us had received
a square, white house,

and a wine barrel.

Everything went smoothly
until the day when...

Night had fallen

And it smelled like...

I can't say.

We were going around
without our uniforms.

Then, we got shot
by concealed snipers.

The scum!

We were all hit.

I found myself without a leg.

Bullshit.

8h:30.
Power came back.

You've at last found
what you wanted.

I didn't kill anyone.

Anyone.

At least,
anyone I know of.

The girl,

I built a hiding place for her.

For when the Russians would come.

Do you believe
in briquettes?

I'd lose my sleep
if I didn't.

My cord!

There wasn't anyone,
so I took it.

Tell me everything,
as you promised.

- This is Arabia.
- Looks big.

Yes, it is.
Really big.

Tell me a story.
An adventure story.

Every day at noon,
a sandstorm begins.

Exactly at noon
the sky darkens as if it was night.

And these storms sweep the land.

You should consider yourself
lucky to be living here.

Does it stop?

Yes.
It goes on for about an hour

and then it brightens.

What do they eat?

They eat mutton.

They don't eat pork,

because pigs roam through garbage.

They also have rice,
beautiful yellow rice.

And dates.

And, above everything else,
there's pudding every day there.

They invented it
two hundred years ago.

Tell me,

were you aware?

I've never eaten dates,
nor leg of lamb.

Stop it, already...
I'd rather not think about it.

If only I had one here,
a well roasted leg of lamb...

Not during a storm.

Otherwise you'd be eating
the Arabian desert.

Take this, kid.

A cup of warm
malt coffee.

Thank you.

- Have you got typhus?
- Why?

Oh, your leaflet...

They say typhus,
is always better than you.

It smells of coffee!

Say...

d'you think Russian soldiers
are idiots?

- Well...
- Don't interrupt me!

For one,
they don't understand our language.

And then...

who do you think you are?

I know what you are.
A propaganda peddler.

You are one of those
described in here.

I should have seen right away
you were an informer,

even a spy for the Yanks.

The jacket! The jacket!

Look at this jacket.

And you accommodate
such lowlife!

You are beginning to smell trouble.

My advice for you is to scram.
Things will change.

Slow down!

How do you know it's
true about the coal?

How do I know?

I just know it.
The anti-fascist committee knows it.

By the way,
if you want a red flag

everything is ready.

Why would I want a red flag for?

Why?

You are asking me that?

To salute, of course!
To wave it!

When our liberators arrive.

Thank you, Mr. Franke.
I've already been liberated.

We've been liberated
for some time.

We won't be liberated

until the red flag
doesn't flow everywhere.

Mind my words!

Do you believe in God?

No.

I knew it.

Only an atheist would
bawl on a Sunday.

Will you let me have
your party badge?

You don't need it any more
in the anti-fascist committee.

I've been watching you
for some time.

You've been watching me since 1933.

It's not about that.
I really want your badge.

You've only got it four months ago.

When I named my roosters
Joseph, Adolf and Hermann,

you went to the police.

And when Richard's
letter came, without even knowing

if he was dead,

you put your arm
around me and said:

"May the certainty that
your son

dedicated his life to the Führer

console you through the pain
that afflicts you."

You said that.

In those times times, you were wearing
the eagle on your jacket, I saw you!

And what happened to
the little mustache?

You sacrificed it too on the eighth of May?
You jerk!

He used to hand out
the food coupons

like if the Führer himself
had personally given them to him.

He fulminated and got mad

if you didn't salute him with
"Heil Hitler!".

I was forced to.
I had superiors.

I had problems too.

Problems?!
You, problems!?

You've never had any.
Not then, and not know!

You are again beginning to
mock us.

First"Heil Hitler!",
then "Red Front".

Our most eager
anti-fascist committee recruit.

Don't make me laugh!

When the Yanks came,
you waved three white flags

and now you're unfolding
a red sheet.

Three days ago he came to see me:

"Dear Mrs.Unterstab!
The new government

will assuredly entrust you,
with the up-keeping of the graveyard."

Do you know what he wanted?
Something to eat!

This infidel! Always prowling
around my rabbits' cages!

Then, he gives me a bucket
with coal, token of friendship...

And I packed him a thigh.
I really did!

He thought he was eating
one of my Flanders giants.

D'you know what it was?

A bit from my
dog's thigh!

He died from canine
de la parvovirus.

And besides that,

he also had worms and
scabies.

Mangy dog for the
first communist in our village!

What are you looking for
by the graveyard?

Nothing.
What would I look for there?

That's funny.

Him, I can understand.
But you and this Franke

you prowl around there as if
you were looking for something.

I'll go take a walk.

A man sang in the woods

They have guns

And then

There is what to drink

And, all this time,

We were drinking like a hole

And the hole got bigger and bigger

And the bottles got empty

And we started crying

In the wine vapors

Our watches look
at one another

Everything alright?

This morning, in Weissenfels,
I climbed a little hill.

I saw the beautiful German
land destroyed.

Where are the fascists?

I looked around.

Nothing.

Now, I can do business
with the Germans.

There're some
decent blokes here.

You can see this right away

You really are ogling him!

- Nonsense...
- Admit it.

Ogling someone it's not bad.

Grass everywhere.
Like back home.

Not I.

- Not you?
- No.

I don't eat too much.

Are you hungry?

Yes, I'm hungry.

I'm always hungry.
With the old woman

there isn't much to eat.

D'you want it?

- Can I take it?
- You can.

- It does you good.
- Can't say no to that.

Why do you go on
staying with the old woman?

What do you want me to do?
I've been there for...

let me see...
I've been there for an year.

And then, I sleep here,
I live here.

I have what to live on,
and then...

what else can I do?

Where can I go with
the mad foot I have?

And your head,
is it mad too?

The head is alright.

First drink.
Then think.

Yesterday is not all there is.
Today is important. And tomorrow.

Come with Motek.

I can't leave.

Why?
Are you married to that?

- No, I'm not married, but...
- Well, then...?

I have a horse.
You love horses.

I have a carousel.
You're looking for work. There.

"Railwaymen, hold on! "

Are you nuts?
Hide that!

- Why are you afraid of?
- Stop snooping around!

The war is over.

Listen to me carefully.

Times ago, there was a signal,
here, down there.

Trains would stop for
two, or three minutes.

And the leaflets

were printed in Amsterdam.

When the train came,
I'd take a bundle

and spread it around.

When trains stopped at the signal.

It was hidden in the
airing pipe,

under the toilets' window

or between the partition walls.

And this...

was my secret weapon.
This key.

Show me.

It's only tracks, nothing more.

Yes, that's how it looks,
but...

Everything going through here
went to Kiel,

Dantzig, Wroclaw, Wuerzburg,
Nuremberg, Ingolstadt...

And you were doing
all that by yourself?

No!
I had contacts everywhere.

All the way to Spain
I had them!

When we realized,
back then,

in 1935,

that the material for
the Franquists

was transiting through Dresden
disguised as lignite,

we contacted our
comrades in Spain.

Contacts
everywhere in the world.

- Without setting foot outside the house?
- Absolutely.

Look at this bench.

We'd sit there and talk.

High treason talk?

Troop movements,
armament,

centralization of equipment,
workers' moral,

organization,
everything mattered!

You are a real
human torpedo!

Heroic dead men don't exist!

Surviving it's what matters!

- Mattiske.
- Yes?

My mother has a flat tire.

If you fix it,
she'll give you carrot juice.

Give it to me.

Hey, you!

I think she's interested in you. She said:
"The one with the winner's jacket."

What could you know?

She said right now

that she could leave tonight!

- Just wait!
- Are you happy about the Russians?

Why?

At last, we'll be having
entertainment again.

She said you should
go see her.

Should have said that.

Won't you go?

Of course I will.

Shall we walk a little along
the track?

When I was in the war,
I had some girlfriends.

- You were in the war?!
- Not for long.

Where were you?

In Greece.
We razed everything back there.

In Greece?!

If I tell you.
And, imagine,

at Christmas we...

...fried eggs on the armoring.

How do you that?

Paul always tells this story.

Oh well...

Yes.

- D'you know jazz?
- No.

Listen.

- D'you like the Americans?
- They're alright.

I know everything about them.

D'you know what I like
about them?

What?

They smell nice.

They don't resole their shoes.

Once bust,
they buy new ones.

A regular waste,
can't even imagine it!

Damn!

And the radio stays on
all day long.

Nice jacket.

It's a pilot jacket.

Kid skin.
Feel it.

It smells...

- D'you live around here?
- Yes.

I came from Munich.
I'm staying with my aunt.

- D'you know what it means?
- No.

Why have you come here?

- Got something I have to do.
- And then, you'll be leaving?

I'll go back to the Yanks.

Schluesselmacher will adopt me.
They do that in America.

There's nothing left here.

Here, everywhere you look,
ruins... But there...

I saw photos in the
captain's tent.

Wild horses,

big avenues,
a joint every street corner.

They have so much food that...

that... they only bite once
from a chicken thigh.

I swear.
I saw it.

And, listen, it's paradise.

If it's so good,
what are you still doing here?

There's something

I have to cake of.

You wouldn't understand.

And then
I'll go see my grandparents

and I go to the Yanks.

I'd have loved being a pilot,
saving people.

Who would you
have liked to save?

Well, those in need.

You come in your plane,
you see the smoke

and then you
talk through your radio.

I would have liked being saved.
That too isn't bad.

You have to parachute yourself
above a field,

where people gather potatoes.

Your cheek is wounded,
you hobble.

Because
you've twisted your ankle.

They dress your wound,
they give you a tap on the shoulder...

Will you take me to the Americans?

What if the Russians come?

They don't scare me.

Besides...

I'm armed.

It takes your knees out.

But it's forbidden.

So what?
I'm an exception.

An exception!

Right after the armistice,
a guy fired a bazooka into a jeep.

Three Americans killed.

They executed him.

He wasn't older than you.
We were all forced

to watch.

Youngster!

Have you been in combat?

Yes!

My Richard fought too.

He got not far from Moscow.

Have you really fought?

Well, not really,
but it was going to happen.

There's lots
of empty houses around here!

Don't you even think
about pilfering!

I've got my eyes on you.
I'm warning you!

I bet she's all for snooping.

Look.

Is it yours?

I took my wages for
six years' work

on the fields,
with a German gentleman.

A ruddy short bloke.

He almost looked like...
a two-legged sow.

The owner's wife

used to say that old Poles
had a venereal disease. All of them!

And the carousel?

Ah! The carousel?

I got to a German barrack.

Well, everything had been destroyed
and the Fascists had left...

And there was lying
my little carousel...

the sole survivor

of the Wermacht's rout.

Alright, but why here?

Why?! For business, of course!
What else for?!

But here...
Why here?

Why not?

Everyone took refuge in the towns
afraid of Russians.

There's no one left
for your carousel.

When Stalin will be here,
people will get used to it.

Everyone will come back...
to my little carousel.

Well?

Peace has become,
so let's make presents to each other.

Look.

Nice, isn't it?

Here, take it.

I also have beautiful
German music.

Hey! How did it come out?

Damn!

You look like
coming from a film.

Turn around!

Is it nice?

It's not well
to be that nice.

Not at all.

Why?

Here, I made it for you.

It's been a long time I've been
wanting to show it to you.

What is it?

- A hiding place.
- A hiding place?!

Yes. For you.

I've even put some apples.

Why would I hide?

Well,
when the Russians will come,

it'd be better for you.

They could find you
to their liking

and then they won't be
making you any favors.

So, here it is.

As soon as they'll arrive,
you'll hide in here

and you'll wait for me
to come and get you out.

Understood?

Even if I have to force
you to get in here.

My God!
What a thick head you can have!

With the jugs you're carrying...

Did you really think
peace had come?

You make me laugh!

Friends!
We are free!

From now on we can turn the light
on without being afraid of punishment.

D'you understand what this means?

Good evening, Mattiske!

Good evening, Mme Schleppe!

Nice, isn't it?

Nice installation.

Lots of light.
And here's more.

That's nice.

That's good, right?

Good evening, everyone.

Good evening, friends.

Have you seen this?

Unfortunately,
there's no more bread.

I've brought two bottles from my
'37 vintage.

I was saving them for Richard
once the war would have been won,

but Richard is not here any longer,
and the war is lost.

Let's dry them!

- Will you open them?
- Alright.

The wurst,

we'll cut it
into the soup.

I'm at peace about the drink,

seeing Paul's gluttony.

Where're the children?

The children?

You're closing your eyes.

Because it's good.

It's no poison!

That's all that's left.
I hid the rest.

Yes! Just in case
things got worse!

How stupid they can be!

I'm saying this...

How stupid you are...

When we'll get to America,

I'll buy you lipstick.

I wouldn't want it.

Why not?

It's made from
bedbug blood.

Bedbug blood?!

Hey, kid!
Get lost!

He wasn't there
at the last reunion.

We're short on young people.

Mr. Mattiske, for instance,
has a very youthful hand.

Isn't it so,
Mr. railwayman?

It hasn't yet lived,
or only did so little, this hand!

The wine is going to my head!

Calm down.

Here's your head line.

There,
under the curve,

it makes an unfinished
downward arabesque.

No, there's something else
in store for you.

Adversity!

It can be seen very well!

But...
Do you really see all this?

Yes, everything.
Absolutely everything, my dear sir!

I'd like to know if this guy
is still alive.

Who?

Who?! But the German boss!
Adolf Hitler.

Well, listen,
this is a little too much.

I've stopped wondering about
him since April.

With Franke we only swear by
que par Thälmann,

I'd like to see Adolf in Moscow,
taking anti-fascist courses.

He's in Spain, with Franco,
and is doing just fine.

They've only cut him from
newspapers and radio, but besides that...

- You bet he's not starving!
- Oh yes!

I'd really like to know
how one becomes a Nazi.

Come on!
Enough with the politics.

Let the music play.

Motek,
play a record for us.

Turn the sound down.

I don't know what
to do with Paul.

Paul built me a hiding place.

Are you getting it on with him?

Not at all.
He did it because of the Russians.

If you need someone to protect you,
that should be me.

He meant well.

He even put some apples there.

Come on...

What?

How stupid you can be...

Isa!

Robert didn't work in the hothouse.

He was better than that.

He was a in house detective
with the big Brenningmeier store.

Now, with everything burnt down,
he must be unemployed.

But, during the Nazi regime,
the number of thefts

was frightening.

When, while patrolling,
Robert

came across someone he knew,

that totally threw him off balance.

He turned up his collar,

put on dark glasses

and noiselessly came
behind the guy.

Then he shouted with
a sepulchral voice:

"Open your bag right way!"

You can bet the guy was
scared stiff!

He didn't know where to hide.
In front of all the customers!

Go and bring me my jacket.

He only recognized him

when he burst into laughter.

Oh! He had a stupid laughter,
Robert did. He was a phenomenon.

Good evening, Frieda!
Come sit with us.

A funny thing he was.
Always joking around.

Good evening!

Died so young.

He stumbled on the carpet
and he was gone.

That was quick.
Wasn't it, Frieda?

Wait.
Come with me.

I'll bring you something.

There's something I must do.
Are you coming with me?

- Where to?
- The graveyard.

What for?

You'll see.
Just come on.

I'll go everywhere with you.

My Richard, he was 13,
we grabbed him by his feet

and by his arms.
We put him on the couch.

He had fallen and
was bleeding from his nose.

I first cleaned him up,

then I called.

His family came.
We were all around him in the room.

We said
anecdotes from Brenningmeier.

At eleven I made coffee
for everyone.

For Pieritzens Rudolf,
my brother-in-law, too,

I had to make fried potatoes,
and marinated meat,

that's how hungry he was.

Robert was there...
Where we were sitting.

It's been now 12 years
he's at the graveyard.

Speaking about this, Franke
went there three times today.

What's he up to?

No idea.

- Will we find them?
- Whom?

The Americans.

Yes.
We have a powerful engine.

And then, I can smell them
from 100 km.

I don't feel safe with your weapon.

I need it just in case that...
To protect you.

Come on.

They can't see us.

What's this all for?

Wait.

Feel it.

Knots.

Untie them.
They're important.

It's a secret.

What's the spade for?

Listen.

It must stay a secret between
you and me.

D'you swear it?

Yes.

Running away from the Russians,

a S.S. officer and his fiancee
came here.
came here.

To avoid the Americans,

they drove with no headlights
and slept in barns.

And they arrived here.

And, in this very graveyard,

they buried all
their valuables.

Hoe do you know all this?

An inheritance.

Take this.

Go ahead.

Are you sure it's here?

I'm certain.
I surveyed it carefully.

Back there there's the angel,
there Dieckmann's grave.

And here Professor
Wilhelm Schmidt.

Give me some light here.

Put this knot on the
margin of the grave.

Is it straight?

No, more this way.

Hold it tight.

It's sticky.

Let everything go.
Take your lamp and come here.

You like this, don't you?

On the right after every knot.
That's where we must dig.

If we leave, she'll cry.

Not when she'll find out
we're going to America.

Give me the spade...

Why are you waddling?

I have to take a leak.

Well, go somewhere and do it.

I can't.

You can't?! Why is that?

It's a graveyard.
I can't.

That does it!

Me I shit.

She won't piss in a graveyard!

Lord, Isa!

It was worth it.

I can't believe it.

There's something under.

These are figures.

Is there a key?

No, we'll have to force it.
But not right away.

D'you know what's inside?

It doesn't weigh too much.

Come, we have to leave.

Put this away.

Don't make so much noise!

What do we do if
they notice something?

I've got an idea.

Come!

Come, everyone!

Damn!

Where have you got these from?

These are my old radios!

I fixed them.

You're something else.

Come here, children!
We'll celebrate!

Madam!

They've arrived!

Come on.

Come on...

The clock is ticking!

The time has come!

Welcome, gentlemen.
We thought you wouldn't come any more!

Real faces.
This is a real army!

A peasants' and workers' army.

You can see that right away.

At last!

Come with me.

Let her go.

Paul made a hiding place for here
Don't be afraid.

Go where you know.

My bike! My bike!
They took my bike!

Come, kid, come.

Get in.

Get in!

You'll get out only
when I'll tell you.

Beautiful madam.
German madam.

Can I kiss your hand?

You've given me so much love,

so much potato soup.

Name?

Name...
Name!

Your name?

Torsten.

Me...

Me,

my name is Vassya.

Typhus.

No, not there.

Here. Good, good!

There.

No! The girl is sick.
Typhus. No!

Help!

Isa!

Joshi!

- Stay away.
- Let me go!

Joshi!

Are you nuts?

Damn maverick!

He brought us bad luck!
I told you

he was a spy.
The jacket! I knew it.

A good German doesn't shoot
his liberators.

Go talk

to the officer.
You know Russian.

I'm Polish.
My Russian is very bad.

He'll understand you!
Go talk to him.

- What has he done?
- Acted without thinking.

He's just a kid,
and he's in love, that's all.

- What has he done?
- Fired a shot.

On the Russians?
I won't talk to him!

- They'll kill me!
- Go.

It's dangerous.

Firing a shot!

Jesus, Mary!
What a nasty story!

Motek, they're bringing down
your carousel.

Your business.

Because of Nazi like you,
we're in trouble.

Me?

Time of truth.

I saw you

modifying the date on
your husband's tombstone.

- You don't know anything.
- He was not

a detective when he died,
he was with the Gestapo!

- That's not true.
- I know everything.

Women! Men!
Go! Go home.

They're nice.

They let the Hitler Youth go.

Peace at last, I hope.

What does peace mean?

It means a new beginning.

We'll apply our peace.

Now, everything will change.
D'you understand?

Yes, yes.

Have you understood?

Then say it loud and clear!

Tell me...

Do yo know Cologne?

Yes, I do.

My brother owns a electronics store
back there.

Maybe you could start
with tinkering radios.

A radio technician!

That would be nice.

Let's go, then.

Come on,
you winner's jacket.

Come on.

Go through the garden.
Nobody will see you.

I can't go on any longer.

Alright. Take a rest.

Nobody can see us here.

- Will we ever get to Cologne?
- Cologne...

Cologne, it's like Leipzig.

We'll soon be on the American side.

20 kilometers left.
Something like that...

I'd really like
to know what's inside.

I'll go find something
to open it.

The forest
is littered with scrap metal.

That's too thick.

I won't make it.

- I'm really hungry.
- Me too.

No, not now.

It doesn't break.

No, it's no good.

Wait.
I'll find you something else.

Isa!
I've found something.

With this, I'll open it.

I've already opened it.

How?

- With my clip.
- Impossible.

- Yes.
- No!

- Yes.
- Stop it!

Look.
The box is open.

- Silver cigarette case.
- Golden chain.

A swastika.

A golden party insignia.

He surely must have
been someone important.

And this.

A silver cross with ruby.

Look at this.

This will pay for our
round trip to America.

I don't know what to
think about the Russians.

Really?

Neither do you.

Me? I just want to get away
from this shitty country.

The Yanks are stronger,
we'd better accept that.

You are not one of them.

Oh, stop it.
What's an American?

He's 50% German

who, one hundred years ago,
was savvy enough to leave.

German almost got to being
the official language back there.

And quite a lot o f
them speak German.

I wouldn't have thought the
Russians laughed so much.

We made it!

These are the Americans.

It's a civilian car.

Must be a general.

A big shot.

Damn it! We made it!

It's mine.

Bastards!

Bastards!

Isa!

Isa!

Jump!

You bastards!

Stop! Stop!

Isa!

You scum!