Defiance Page #3

- I'm not the one who's wasting time, Tuvia.

I can't have you questioning me in front of the others.

We're family, we have to stick together.

Why?

So we can die alongside these... malbushim? ("clothes" in hebrew-non combatants)

Don't call them that. They're people, they're Jews.

- Pretentious Jews.

Jews who stucked up their noses at us.

Jews who would go out of their way to

lock their daughters away from our dirty hands.

You are nothing to them, Tuvia!

They only follow you because they are too weak

and afraid to fight for themselves.

And what about Bella?

You think she'd be with you if this wasn't happening?

Don't.

- Is it love, Zus?

... and anyone else who would rather fight than

wait to be killed ...

we are leaving to join those who fight.

Are you coming?

We're not so naive to think

they won't kill some of us.

But all Jews, it makes no sense!

They need us to work

in the factories, in the labor camps.

They're death camps.

We too have heard of such places.

But have you seen them yourself?

Can you tell me with absolute certainty

that we weren't just as likely die out there,

with you, in the woods, with winter coming on?

Do you think we haven't all considered running away?

For anyone who leaves,

they kill 20.

How can I sacrifice thousands,

for the sake of a few?

What if we take you all?

The old? The sick? How will we live?

- We will protect you.

We have made alliances with the russian partisans.

- They are as bad as the Germans.

You are too young to

know the pogroms!

Our only weapon is time.

If I can buy more, we will have won.

You want to time? Fine.

I'll give you time. A day, a

month, maybe even a year.

To live.

Your daughter, Chaya. She's with us.

Your husband is waiting for you

Rabbi, please!

- We are waiting for God.

I am going!

I am going.

Me too.

Come along! Come forward! Please have

your valuables out and ready!

Keep moving!

Come, come! Look, we're not going to bite you!

Mama! Papa!

How about you, grandpa'?

- I'm a watchmaker.

Can you repair guns?

The trigger.

- Maybe.

All right, please come forward! Everyone

have your things out and ready! Yes, please.

But... they were my grandmother's.

- And now they belong to the Otriad.

Everyone sacrifices for the sake of the collective!

We can trade this for food or weapons!

Next!

- How about carpenters? Any bootmakers? Seamstresses?

I am an accountant.

- Well, this should come in handy!

You have a new profession.

- Mazaaltov!

Next!

I am shoemaker.

- Good! You're wellcome.

Yes, please.

- I am a nurse.

Good, you are most welcome.

Friends, this is the

happiest day of my life.

To see you here, safely amongst us.

But there are a few things

you must learn about living here.

When you are rested and settled, you will be assigned work duties.

Everyone will work,

there are no exceptions.

We will help supply our Russian

partisan comrades.

We will mend clothes,

we will repair weapons.

Women will learn to shoot.

And they will fight alongside men.

Pregnancies are forbidden.

We cannot accomodate an infant's needs here.

Today ...

we will start rebuilding the lives you have all lost.

This is the one place in all the Belarussia where a Jew can be free.

We welcome you into our community.

He is a Jew?

- Yes.

Reload!

This is not a gun. To you

it is Barkhovh's spear.

It is Samson's jawbone.

It is Ehud's sword.

It is the slingshot youg David used

to bring down the monster Goliath.

And we will become warriors,

like the Maccabees.

Brave men and women

fighting for their freedom.

As they were.

Fire!

Good.

Now, this here... this is a knight.

He can move... one, two forward

and one to the side ...

Yesterday potatoes with beets,

today beets with potatoes.

Tomorrow - special treat:

potato soup.

Stop complaining, you

wenches, and keep mashing.

We love potatoes, don't we boys?

- Yes, sir!

We love vodka, winches...

Thank you.

Get down!

Put some hairs on your chest.

Not all at once!

-If you want to be a soldier, you drink!

What are you doing?

- Sorry, just having a little drink.

So, a little bird told me ...

that a certain someone is waiting for another

certain someone to ask a certain question.

Hello, Chaya.

- Hello Asael.

Let me take...

- Oh, no, no...

You're sure?

- No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

May I help you?

Chaya, I was wondering if maybe you ...

I mean... you and I ...

I accept.

You do?

- I do.

Blessed art Thou, our God,

King of the Universe...

Who created Man

in His own image...

And out of Himself fashioned for us

a lasting place.

Blessed art Thou, our God

King of the Universe ...

Who created all things

for His glory...

Oh, gladden these loving mates...

as Thou they anciently gladden

Thay creatures in Eden.

Blessed art Thou, O God ...

Who gladdens the bridegroom and the bride.

Amen.

- Amen.

With this ring, you are consacrated to me.

According to the law of Moses ...

and Israel.

Tuvia, this is it.

This is all we have.

Cover them up!

Some talk of returning to the ghetto.

They've barely eaten for days.

What time is it?

- Do you have an engagement?

Is there any supper?

- Not today.

Tuvia is sending out more food missions.

You follow Tuvia like an old goat.

- I'd rather be a goat than a snake.

Tuvia is doing the best he can.

We should've joined Zus.

- Who's stopping you?

.

What are you're going to do today?

- Today I go on my first food mission.

I will tell Asael to send

someone else.

No, I want to go.

I must go.

Here. You must... you must take this.

To stay warm, please.

Please, take it.

Thank you, Tuvia.

She's the tasy one, you aristocrat.

- What?

We were told:
"hands off".

Property of the commander.

Tuvia, I'm beggining to see signs of a new sickness.

Two of the old one's have died this week.

Miriam!

- What happened?

He says it was a patrol.

They're watching the roads.

The Germans are everywhere.

You go back and stay alert!

She will be allright.

Take your food back now and

stay on this side of the river.

But watch out for patrols.

I'll wait here for the others. Good luck!

Halt! Who goes there?

- Lazar, I'm coming from camp.

The danger's out there.

- Sorry, Tuvia.

Any sign of the food mission?

- Not yet.

I think it's typhos. If it is, we

are in trouble.

The lice are carriers.

The partisanss have ampiciline,

but they say they need it for themselves.

I heard you. Medicine.

I'll go see Victor now.

What happened, you allright?

Fine, thank you.

You're too sick.

Stay in the truck.

Make sure it's in gear when I get back.

- No, I'm coming with you.

I give the orders tonight, Tuvia.

You don't have to do this.

I don't? What about the typhos?

- Some will die. They will, anyway.

For luck, take it.

What about the others?

- Drive with the f***ing truck!

The others?

Fighters die so that

malbushim may live.

That's what you believe, yes?

- What do you believe?

You're communist now, Zus?

- Communist, zionist, fascist ...

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