Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 7, Episode 18 - Stolen Tears - full transcript

We were together in Auschwitz.

And Mr. Sumner claims the Holocaust
is nothing more than an elaborate hoax.

I was there. I saw it all.

- It's bolted from the inside.
- I smell gas!

Now you're telling
me that both deaths

are murder cases.

Why would Sumner willfully
try to deny that part of history?

Maybe so nobody can point to it and
say "this must never happen again."

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.



Yes... Yes, there's
plenty, plenty.

I brought for all my
children. Here... Eat, eat.

That's right,

Gott im Himmel...

Young man, young man.

- You'll take for me a message?
- Get outta here, mister.

It's not far. I'll give
you five dollars.

Five bucks? What do I gotta do?

You have a piece paper?

No.

Body is that of Isaac
Kroviak, age sixty-eight.

Height, a hundred and
seventy centimeters,

weight, sixty-five
point nine kilograms.

There's some kind
of a tattoo on his arm,



B-eight-seven-six-nine-three.

The end of a survivor.

Survivor? Of the
concentration camps.

The Nazis had
no use for names...

Uh, multiple trauma, consistent
with being struck by an automobile.

What's the report say?

Um, happened in
an alley downtown.

Some people heard the accident
but nobody saw it, or the car.

Hit and run, huh?

Then he's our only witness.

See what he can tell us.

Here... Just above
the knee, this pattern...

From the grille?

Yeah.

What is it, Quince?

A sliver of glass, here...

There's a chip of paint.

A car can leave
fingerprints just like a person.

Let's hope this one does

- Oh... You are Doctor Quincy?
- That's right.

I am Chaim Zgierski.

- I've come about my friend,
Isaac Kroviak.
- Oh.

I was just doing
the post mortem.

- He was run down by a vehicle.
- No, excuse me... Please.

- He was murdered.
- I agree with you.

Whoever struck him down
and didn't stop is a murderer.

No, no, no! No, he was murdered.

Deliberately.

Well, the police told me to see
you because you're the only one

who can investigate
this as a homicide.

Sit down, please. Sit down.

What makes you so certain?

Well... Yesterday,

a young man came to my
house... with a message from Isaac.

It was written on a handkerchief
in his own handwriting.

Wha'd it say?

Teufel, he lives.

And then it said
where I should go.

But... By the time I got there,

I saw red lights, I saw the
police, and Isaac was dead.

Well, what does that
mean, Der Teufel?

Der Teufel? Der
Teufel means the devil.

And for Isaac and me,

Der Teufel was a devil
that was worse than hell.

Isaac and myself, we
were together in Auschwitz...

I saw the tattoo on his arm.

- Um... I have one also.
- What happened?

What happened? Uh...
What happened, that's...

That is not...

That's not an easy
thing to answer.

What happened?

My father had a
friend, a very old man.

And he had some jewels, rubies
and diamonds, pearls, whatever...

and he was going to use them to
barter for his life, you understand?

But he swallowed them, so
that the Nazis wouldn't get them.

But, of course, he
was an old man and

he lost his courage,

and when he passed them,
he gave them to Isaac and me.

We bribed an
official of the camp...

Der Teufel, so that he should
spare the lives of our families.

And he... He took the jewels,

and then he took their lives.

He took our wives...

our children.

He raped the women,

and then he... He shot them all.

He murdered them,
right in front of our eyes.

But, you see, we thought that...

Rademacher,

that was his real name we thought,
well, we heard that he had died of typhus.

But he must have
survived to finish his...

his work.

Now, Isaac
recognized Der Teufel,

and he, likewise, must
have recognized Isaac.

And then, he killed him.

Did you tell the
police this story?

Oh, of course.

Of course, I told them. They look
at me like I am making up a story.

This... Doctor
Quincy, this is no story.

I have spent my
life, since the war,

recording,
documenting war crimes,

looking for those...
those animals

who maybe still escaped justice,

and I tell you that if you find the
murderer of all those thousands of people,

you will find the murderer
of my friend, Isaac Kroviak.

- Oh, Esther...
- Hello, Chaim...

What a surprise.

Surprise? You forgot?

Forgot? What did I forget?

The demonstration. The
picketing at the radio station.

Oh, yes, yes... I forgot.

Well... Bring a
sweater. It's a little chilly.

Look, Esther, really,
I... I don't want to go.

I have too much to do here.

But, Chaim, you must go.

This is the greatest
infamy since Hitler.

This man denies the Holocaust!

- You want some tea?
- No, thank you.

You overestimate the enemy.

He is no Hitler, he's no
giant, he... He's nothing.

Take him seriously, Chaim. Don't
you underestimate this enemy.

What should I take seriously?

A lunatic who says that
there was no Holocaust,

no atrocities, no six million.

Who could believe such nonsense?

When we were young, who could believe
the world would be turned upside down?

Who would believe babies could
be stripped from their mother's arms

and thrown into wells?

Who could believe such cruelty
would hide in the hearts of men?

Who...

How eloquent you are.

You could speak for me.

But you are the historian.

You have the documents,
you have the evidence.

Then let the record
speak for itself.

I will not honor his
lies with an answer.

No one will believe him.

We're chatting with
Cornelius Sumner,

a man who heads a
group with the heady name,

The Committee
for Purity and Truth.

And Mister Sumner
claims, among other things,

that the notorious
Nazi exterminations,

the Holocaust which killed six
million Jews during World War Two,

is nothing more than
an elaborate hoax.

Is that a fair description of
your position, Mister Sumner?

As far as it goes, yes.

Although we are not saying no Jews
died in the war, that would be absurd.

But the death camps,
the so-called genocide,

the horror stories these
people are so fond of recalling,

there's as much truth
there as in Mother Goose.

Well, let me ask you,

what about the testimony of
the war criminals at Nuremberg?

What about all the
photographs, the films?

Uh, oh... One at a time. The Nuremberg
testimony was plainly coerced, like a play.

Those defendants were
handed their confessions.

And the films?

Well... Everything I've seen's
been plainly staged, faked.

A good movie maker will tell
you anything is possible on film.

Well, let's go to the phones. Hello,
you're on the air with Doug Wiley.

Do you have a question
for Mister Sumner?

Yeah, I wanted to ask
about the gas chambers.

Aren't some of
those still standing?

Well, those, uh, facilities
were never used for gassing.

They were used for
delousing clothes after death.

Uh, that is to say,
death from disease.

And the crematories?

Again, a health measure, after
the disease had taken its toll.

And all the history
books are wrong?

Up to now, yes. But I'm very
hopeful of correction the record,

for future generations.

Well, what about
the eyewitnesses,

those people that claim they
actually saw those horrors take place.

Well, they're the
worst imposter of all.

Now, I've made this
challenge before.

If anyone out there can prove, to
the satisfaction of our committee,

that, uh, the gassings,

the mass murders,

took place in the extermination camps...
the so-called extermination camps,

then I'm prepared to give

that individual twenty
thousand dollars in cash.

That's quite an offer.

Well, it's one I'm confident
I'll not have to make good...

The evidence simply doesn't
hold up under objective scrutiny.

Let's take another phone call.

Hello, you're on the air with
Doug Wiley and Cornelius Sumner.

Mister Sumner, I've
always, you know,

had my doubts about all those gas
chambers and millions of people dying.

Until today, I never understood
how it got all blown out of proportion.

- Just wanted to thank you.
- Oh...

Hmm... Esther was right.

- You monster!
- We don't
believe your Society...

- How dare you!
- You all heard my challenge.

If I am the liar and you're the
purveyors of truth, then prove it.

Prove it? You want proof?

Look at us! We are living
proof! But you twist the facts.

You make everything a
lie, you hear that? A big lie!

Perhaps you're afraid
to take up the challenge.

You're right.

There, you see?

We are afraid.

We are.

But not of your challenge.

We are afraid of your lies.

I didn't realize how
dangerous they are until now.

You are like a child
playing with fire.

I'm afraid that the
fire could spread.

I'm so afraid that
others will believe you,

I will take up your
challenge, Mister Sumner.

I was there.

I saw it all!

The murdering, the death,
the people like skeletons.

I saw the Holocaust.

It happened.

Now I know why God saved
my life for just this moment,

and as he is my witness,
I will be his witness.

It happened... It happened.

And I will prove it.

Excuse me.

Thank you. Thank you, Chaim.

Check these with Kelley.
The brochure should be ready.

Yes, sir.

Mister Zgierski, I
actually admire you.

I thought I was
dealing with amateurs.

I expected you to dredge
up those spellbinding novels

that pass as history books.

But you, Mister Zgierski...

you have made as
good a case as I've seen.

Then you will admit the truth? You will
pay the money, you will tell everyone?

No, I'll not pay the money.

Yes, I will tell everyone.

But what about the agreement?

Mister Zgierski,
did you expect this

pathetic little scrapbook
to change my mind?

I said you made a good case.

I did not say you convinced me.

Chaim, let's go.

There's nothing more
to say to this man.

I have something more to say.

The survivors that I spoke to

Daniel Rosenberg,

Solomon Kolodny,
Ruth Goldfarb...

they are witnesses...

all of us.

They're liars?

A detail, here or
there, for authenticity.

But yes, that's
exactly what they are.

And me? I am a liar, too?

You'd know more about
that than I, Mister Zgierski.

Now, if you'll gather up
your memorabilia and go,

I can get down to
this press release

in which I plan to write
about your dismal failure.

Mister Sumner, a long time ago,

I was pushed to the
ground by some soldiers.

And I didn't get up.

They knocked out
my teeth anyway.

Not... this... time.

This time... I get up.

Well, if you listened,
you can help me sue him.

Every good lawyer would caution you
about putting your head on the block.

He said whoever could prove the Holocaust,
he would pay twenty thousand dollars.

That money would go to
the Holocaust Museum.

That... Look, this
is not about money.

We must stop that
man. You understand?

It's the language he used. I
got a copy of the broadcast.

He said, anyone who could prove,
to the satisfaction of his committee.

That's a legal loophole.

You could drive a
truck through that.

Uh... And this you call justice?

This I call reality.

Ah, you're too young.

You're too young to know
what this is really all about.

I do know what this
is really all about.

My aunts, my uncles,
they died in the camps.

Believe me, I know.

You take on Sumner and you
lose, you lose on a technicality.

In a lot of people's minds
you will have proven his point.

You'll do more harm than good.

The man is a crackpot.

Let him rant.

He can't convince
even a handful of people.

You know, we said
that once before,

about another crackpot.

Hey, there he is, hard at work.

What're you doing
for lunch, Quincy?

Don't tell me you're buying?

Yeah. As soon as we collar
a certain hit and run driver.

You found the car?

Well, listen, after you told us the paint
had to come from a Ford or a Lincoln,

and that the year
had to be a '75,

and you gave us a full
description of the grille work, well,

what with all that, it
was like following a...

a map to a buried treasure.

Baby blue '75 Torino.

Smashed right front
fender and headlight.

- Any rust on the creases?
- Oh, no. Nice and recent.

Well, if it's the right
car, the paint'll match.

Oh, they'll match, Quincy.

We found the car parked at Seven
Seventy-One Vincente Terrace.

It just so happens to back on
the alley where the victim was hit.

Did you question the owner?

We have a warrant first...

Look, Quincy, if you
wouldn't mind coming along.

Now, just in case I overlook
something that's evidence

that he was driving the car.

It'll be my pleasure, and it
won't even cost you lunch.

Ha-ha! How do you like that?

Today we have with us a man
who's asked for equal time...

Himself, a survivor of
Auschwitz, Mister Chaim Zgierski.

I hope I pronounce that right.

Zuh-gur-skee... Mister
Zgierski, welcome, sir.

First of all, may I
say, Mister Wiley,

that it shames me that I should
even have to come here to...

answer such a man
as Mister Sumner.

It... it shames me, and it
is a dishonor on the dead.

This was a tragedy that happened
for all mankind, not just for Jews.

I understand that you've
picked up the gauntlet.

That you've actually submitted evidence to
Mister Sumner in support of your position.

What position?

Uh, there is no
position. This is the truth.

Mister Sumner, I take
it, didn't see it that way.

Well, he refused
us. He said that...

he said that we
had made it all up.

You see, when we
were in the camps,

we wondered if others knew,

if the world knew what
was really going on...

Here we were being
slaughtered like oxen,

and even then, we wondered,

could something so
big be hidden away?

Could it be possible?

And now, well now, we
have to wonder again.

It's like a nightmare.

I have given him testimonies
and stories and documents

and all the
evidence that I have.

I, uh, told him stories that would
make your hair stand up on end.

And it's like he would, uh...
he would spit on their graves.

Let's take a phone
call, Mister Zgierski.

Hello, you're on the air with
Doug Wiley and Chaim Zgierski...

Hello, Doug,

Mister Zgierski, this
is Cornelius Sumner...

Yes, Mister Sumner...

I feel compelled to
correct something.

Mister Zgierski's alleged evidence
was somewhat less than flimsy.

A couple of hysterical tapes,

some retouched stills...

That's not true! Even you
said that we made a good case.

You're clutching at straws...

The world is outgrowing
your melodramatic fables.

Sumner, you're a liar!

You're a bigot,
you're a vicious liar!

Your... your whole
organization, you are all...

you're hatemongers!

You're... You
are... you're scum!

You, Mister Sumner,
it's like you had a curse.

You open your mouth,
and only lies come out...

You are a liar! You are
a vicious, vicious liar!

And you, sir, are a fool.

Dollars to doughnuts,
you've got the wrong guy.

Mister Ackerman's the best
tenant we got on the floor.

Haven't seen him
in a couple of days.

- Huh, it's bolted
from the inside.
- I smell gas!

Doctor Quincy...

Hello, Chaim.

Ah, suddenly you're interested,
huh? Come in, come in...

Sit down, sit down.

Want some tea?

- Uh, no... No, thank you.
- All right.

So... So...

We're going to sue.

No. But you will
see him in court.

All right, explain.

I thought you might
need some representation.

I just came back from the
clerk's office at Superior Court.

Because of your
outbursts on the radio,

Cornelius Sumner...
He's suing you.

He's suing me.

- This is a joke?
- This is no joke.

He says you de famed him...
Caused grave injury to his reputation.

He's suing you for slander...

- Slan...!
- One point five
million dollars!

Oh... Doctor Quincy...

Oh, Mister Zgierski...
Thanks, Pete.

I just came from the
police. How did he die?

Well, we're still
waiting for some tests,

but right now everything
is consistent with suicide.

Well, at least for
him, it was a choice.

You know, Der Teufel
always was a coward.

- What did he call himself?
- Leopold Ackerman.

Ah. Masquerading as a Jew.

Well, not the first
time. Could I see him?

I have some pictures
on the desk. Take a look.

This is not Der Teufel.

It doesn't even look
like the man. This...

Oh, dear God...

He must have killed this man...

Don't you see what's happening?

Der Teufel is still out there.
Isaac's murderer is still out there.

Mister Zgierski, we can
only go by the evidence.

And what we have is that the man who
struck down your friend is dead himself.

Murdered!

But he was found in a room
that was locked from the inside.

Everything points to suicide.

You just don't
believe me, do you?

No, it's not a question
of not believing, honestly.

You see, it's my job to separate
proven facts from conjecture.

And while we are waiting for the proof,
Der Teufel walks the streets, doesn't he?

Stop! Stop!

Oh, Chaim. I was hoping to
clean this off before you came.

No, no, no, no.
Leave it. Leave it.

Chaim, don't be so upset.
I'm sure it was only the kid.

No don't... The brown shirts.

Some of them were kids.

These kids don't even
know what it means.

Leave it. Esther, leave it.

I'm not going to help them hide
this ugliness. Put down that rag.

I want everyone should see it.

Leave it.

Quince,

hang onto your hat. Toxicology
on Leopold Ackerman.

Don't tell me it wasn't the gas.

He was asphyxiated by the gas,
but take a look what else showed up.

Chloroform. Enough
to put him away?

More than enough. Think
we got a murder on our hands?

And at least one,
Sam. At least one.

I'm gonna call Monahan.

A hit-and-run driver's overcome
with guilt and commits suicide.

Now you're telling me that
both deaths are murder cases.

All right. You explain
to me how a man

can chloroform himself
into unconsciousness,

then stick his head in the oven.

And what happened to the rag
with the chloroform? And the bottle?

- It doesn't make sense!
- Oh, I see, I see.

But what does make sense is one
man dying at the hands of another,

in a room with the
window and doors locked.

Now come on, Quincy. We
were both there, you know it.

Now what did the murderer do, huh? Climb
in an envelope and slip under the door?

All right, so I don't
have all the answers.

All the answers? Are you kidding?
You don't have any answers.

Not yet, but I'm gonna get 'em. Don't
you worry about that, I'm gonna get 'em.

Right now, I have to apologize
to somebody. I'll see you later.

Now here. All these
squares show you

where the extermination
camps used to be.

Now come. I'll show
you something else.

Here,

Pillows and mattresses
made from our hair.

Lampshades from our skin.

Over here, please.

Here are thumb
straps, wrist cuffs

they used to put around
our wrists to break our bones.

And this is from Westerbork.

It's hard, almost impossible, to
comprehend such a massive loss of life.

Well, it's easy to
turn away from.

It's easy to doubt.

Oh, I'll never doubt anything
you say again, Mister Zgierski.

- Even about Isaac?
- Even about Isaac.

Turned out to be not as
simple as I thought it was.

Looks like Ackerman
was murdered.

To cover Isaac's murder.

Could be.

I've spoken to
the police about it.

They're gonna treat
it as a homicide.

Thank heavens. Please,
come into the apartment.

We'll have some tea
and we'll talk, huh?

And so, it ends up that
he is going to sue me

for what they call slander.

For calling him a
liar? That's insane.

Didn't you read the newspapers?

Uh, I've been so busy... Papers have been
stacking up in my office like kindling.

My lawyer tells me that

if we can prove to the judge
that the Holocaust was true,

then calling him a
liar would be the truth.

You see? No libel.

And that is where
you can help me.

Me? What can I do?

Help me prove that
that man is a liar.

I'm sorry, I still
don't understand.

I have evidence, Doctor Quincy.

You could look at it and
give the judge your opinion.

Is it true, or did I make it up?

But all the people
who lived through it.

I mean, what could I offer?

The eyewitnesses will
be there, don't worry.

But I want...

I want science should
know him for what he is.

Will you help me?

Of course, I'll
help you. Tell me...

what is this Mister Sumner like?

Well... Doctor... That you
should see for yourself.

Mister Sumner? Doctor
Quincy's here to see you.

He called for an appointment.

Send him in.

- How do you do, Doctor?
- How do you do?

- Please, sit down.
- Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Well, I understand that
you're suing Mister Zgierski.

I see. He sent you over
to help him weasel out of it.

Well, I don't think he has
to weasel out of anything.

He seems to be the
injured party, not you.

I'm the one who was slandered,

and I think that's
how a judge will see it.

Now, let me see if I
have everything straight.

You say that there
never was a Holocaust.

Not only me, Doctor.

It's an historical revision
whose time has come.

And what do you say exactly happened
to two-thirds of the Jews in Europe?

Just disappeared?

They didn't die
in those numbers.

It's all a paranoid fantasy.

I've researched the
subject exhaustively.

So have a lot of
serious scholars.

Have you ever read the names
of those so-called scholars?

Rothstein, Gleibner... All Jews.

In other words, you wouldn't trust
a black man's version of slavery.

Or maybe that never
happened either.

Doctor Quincy...

The decent people of this
country are fighting for their lives.

They let down their
guard, they're overrun.

You're so blinded by hate,
you're like the Mad Hatter.

Up is down, down is up.
Anything you say is so.

I'm not alone, Doctor.

We're beginning to build
a significant following.

You can't build anything
on hate, Mister Sumner.

Hate can only destroy.

You better go now, Doctor.

If someone's life is
erased, it's called murder.

What do they call it if
someone's death is erased?

That's a crime too, you know.

And you're trying to
erase six million of them.

Quincy, you know
that felt I tested?

No doubt about
it, it's human hair.

How you doing? You're
working pretty late.

I'm okay.

You know, I've been tryin'
to figure what's behind it.

Why would Sumner willfully
try to deny that part of history?

Maybe so nobody
can point to it and say,

this must never happen again.

I can't believe that any thinking
person would believe what he says.

I wish I could agree with
you on that, Doctor Asten.

Unfortunately, I think the climate is
just right for Mister Sumner's preaching.

You're talking about
the rise in anti-Semitism?

Yeah, it's pretty
hard to miss it.

Synagogues painted
with swastikas,

hate groups making the news.

The world situation
isn't helping either.

I'm just afraid that he might
be part of something bigger.

And you know, you don't have
to be Jewish to be afraid of it.

Like the old saying goes,

they came for the
Jews, I didn't speak.

They came for the
Catholics, still I didn't speak.

Finally, they came for me, and
there wasn't anyone left to speak.

Who is it?

I'm, uh, Chaim Zgierski.

I'd... like to talk
to the manager.

Hold on a second...
I'm on the phone.

Come on in. The door's open.

Hello...

Well, I don't know.

Listen, maybe Ackerman
breathed some of the chloroform

and dumped the
rest down the sink.

You still don't believe
it's a murder, do you?

You tell me how a murderer got
out of an apartment with the windows

and doors bolted from the inside,
I'll tell ya I believe in the tooth fairy.

Quincy, you're wanted
on the telephone.

Lady sounds a little rattled.

Thanks. I'll be right back.

- Mmm.
- So, what're you gonna have?

Ah, don't tell me...
Hamburger, burn it, right?

- Hello?
- Doctor Quincy? Esther Stein...

Your office told
me where you were.

Yes, Esther.

Is Chaim with you?

No. Why, is something wrong?

Yes. Well, that
is, I don't know...

but... I'm worried.

He's driving himself crazy
trying to find Der Teufel.

He said he was going to get a
list of everyone in that building.

He's sure that Der Teufel
is there, somewhere.

Well, I'm sure
everything is fine.

Look, I'll call you the minute I
hear anything. Where are you?

I'm at Chaim's.
I'll wait. Thank you.

Okay.

Ready for lunch?

Yeah, I'm gonna wash up.
Gimme a hamburger, burnt, will ya'?

Gotcha...

- Oh hi, Harold.
- Oh, how are you today,
Doctor Quincy?

Fine. Just fine.

Good.

Have a good day, Doctor Quincy.

You too, Harold.

What're you doing,
going fishing?

You bet I am.

In exactly two minutes I want you to
have Monahan meet me in the men's room.

Goin' fishing in my men's room.

Doctors...

Hey, Quincy... You
in here? Quincy?

- Hi.
- What're you doin' out there?

I'm just gonna
show you a little trick.

You know, you kept wondering
how somebody could get in

and out of the apartment while it
was bolted from the inside, right?

Yeah...

Well, I am gonna show ya.

How's that?

It worked! It's locked.

Now I'm gonna pull the line out.

Okay, open up.

- Pretty nifty.
- You bet.

You know, I remember seein' this
when I was investigating over there.

I thought it was to hang Christmas
ornament on down there...

Well it must have
broken off when he pulled

the line tight, just
like it happened to me.

Only he couldn't get
in to remove the loop

because it was
locked from the inside.

He just hoped
nobody would notice.

What's the matter,
you cut your hand?

Yeah... So did he.

When he let us in
that day, he had a new

band aid on his hand,
just where this cut is.

Wait a minute. Hang on.

You mean, this Wilson guy?

That's the Nazi they've
been talkin' about?

Well, who else has total access
to every apartment in that building.

He could have taken
Ackerman's keys,

stolen his car, gone out,
killed Kroviak, then come back,

kill Ackerman to
cover up what he did.

You know, you're right.

Holy mackerel...
What's the matter?

Esther told me Zgierski was gonna go
down there to get a list of the tenants.

- To see Wilson?
- I'll meet you out front.

Okay, I'll radio for backup.

Yeah?

Yeah, Mister Wilson...
Lieutenant Monahan.

I was wonderin' if we could
ask you a few more questions?

Oh, you... You
came at a bad time.

Maybe, uh... I could come
down to the stationhouse later.

Yeah, okay, that's no problem.

You all right?

The Nazis couldn't
kill me then...

Can't kill me now.

The defense will show that
the statements made over the air

and in print, by the
plaintiff, Mister Sumner,

were themselves
just as Mister Zgierski

characterized them,

scurrilous lies...

Not only mistruths,

but inflammatory
in their content,

designed to inflict
more suffering

on those who, after this
trial is over, you will agree,

have suffered enough.

Mister Zgierski,

did you yourself see
these alleged pyres?

Excuse me, what means "pyres"?

Human bonfires.
Did you see them?

Yakov saw them.

I told you. He was
on the death squad.

Why can't he tell us?

He is dead.

He threw himself on the electric
fence when they came for him.

Isn't it odd that no
one can seem to find

the persons who actually did what this
man has taken such pains to describe?

They killed all the death
squads to hide the truth.

They killed them!

Doctor Quincy...

what do these bits of,
uh, alleged evidence

the lampshades
made of human skin,

the bone fragments,
the zyklon crystals,

what do they tell you.

About whether or not there was a
mass extermination of Jews in Auschwitz,

or anywhere else,
for that matter?

Well, as I explained
to the defense counsel,

the specimens were authentic and consistent
with the kinds of stories we heard today.

Stories indeed.

Strictly on the basis of what you
analyzed, could you really tell?

Tell what?

Whether a hundred
died, a thousand.

The evidence establishes
a pattern of atrocities.

Don't evade the
question, Doctor.

Shall I repeat it for you?

Look, if you're asking for irrefutable
proof that six million Jews died,

by your standards, I would have
to perform six million autopsies!

Exactly so. Thank you, Doctor.

No further questions.

You may step down, Doctor.

Court will be recessed until
two o'clock this afternoon.

Well, I certainly didn't blow
him out of the water, did I?

I'm sorry. Everything I
said he turned around.

Nah... It's not just
you, Doctor Quincy.

He's managed to impugn the
testimony of every one of our witnesses.

Right now, he's got
that jury so bamboozled,

there's no telling which
direction they're gonna go.

Come on... I'll buy you
lunch. Mister Zgierski?

No, no, no. No, thank you.

Ah, Quincy... I'm
glad I caught you.

Uh... Something just came
up I think might interest you.

The only thing I can think
about right now is the trial.

Well, it is about the trial. Guess
who just volunteered to testify?

Who?

Our newest guest at
County, Charlie Wilson.

Wilson? Oh, that's all we need.

Sumner's already got that jury
half way down the primrose path.

Yeah, but you don't
seem to understand.

Wilson is willing to testify
as a friendly witness.

- For the defense?
- For the defense.

Are you serious?
What's in it for him?

Well, a chance to
tell his story, I guess.

You recently confessed
to two murders,

isn't that right, Mister Wilson?

Yep.

Did anyone make a deal with you,

offer to go easier if
you testified in this trial?

- No.
- Then why did you
offer to testify?

Because I know more about
what went on in Auschwitz

than anyone in this room.

Could you tell the court
your real name, please?

Otto Rademacher.

But there's no German accent.

It took me ten
years to get rid of it.

Mister, I'm going to
call you Mister Wilson.

Where were you in
the summer of 1944?

In Auschwitz.

As a prisoner?

No.

I was assistant to
the Rapport fuhrer.

In charge of inmate count.

Based on your experiences,

is there any truth to
Mister Sumner's contention

that there were no mass
slayings of the Jews?

None at all.

I helped to kill
thousands myself.

My only regret is that we failed

that, uh, so many survived.

Even then, men like
Sumner got their way.

They wanted to erase every
trace of the exterminations.

I fought with them.

I thought we should shout it...

to the world!

Men like Sumner...

they're worse than the Jews!

They try to rewrite history.
Take away what we did!

The final solution was the most
courageous act in modern history.

Nothing will change that.

Certainly not a man like that.

Anyone calls you a liar.

Even a Jew,

is speaking the truth!

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mister Sumner, your witness.

- No questions.
- Bailiff...

I think it might be
time for a recess.

Court is adjourned 'till 3:30.

You tried to cheat
us of our glory.

You fool.

You don't even know
what it is you've done.

I've insured our movement's
place in the history books.

And thanks to you, that's
exactly where it'll remain.

L'Chaim! That means
to Chaim and to life.

This is a great
day for all of us.

That has got to be the
shortest jury deliberation

on record for a slander case.

Yes. And you know who's gonna be

the largest contributor
to Chaim's museum?

- Who?
- Cornelius Sumner.

He doesn't know it yet, but we're
gonna go after that twenty thousand next.

I think we've got a good
chance of winning that, too.

- That would be something, huh?
- Right...

Chaim, did you pay a
boy to wash the window?

A boy? What... what boy?

There's a boy out there,
washing off the window.

Keep drinking.

- It's so nice to see
him happy, isn't it? Yes.

- L'Chaim.
- L'Chaim.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Uh, I'm trying
to clean this off.

Ah, you... I recognize
you from... from the trial.

Right? You work for
Sumner, don't you?

Not anymore, I don't.

He lied to us.

All these horrors...
they really did happen.

I couldn't listen to all
that and still look at this.

Thank you, young man. Thank you.

But I... want to leave that on,

so that whoever put
it on can clean it off.

I am the one who put
it there, Mister Zgierski.

I'll get you some more soap.