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Amazing to find such a diamond|among such filth.

Who asked you?

You made your report, now go!|Nothing to do?

This is not a Jewish school!

Name?

Peters... Josef Peters.

Stop, idiot!|Your parents are German?

We say, "Jawohl!"

And where are your parents?

He said he was|in an orphanage.

The Bolsheviks|must have killed them.

Don't cry, son.

They'll pay for this.

Enough!

Your papers, my boy!

You can do nothing here|without papers.

You're insane!

Send the kid over!

Josef, damn it!

Your name is Josef!

Go on!

You do speak Russian.

I clearly said|Jews should step forward.

This one's playing dumb.

Captain, I know Russian.

Tell them he's not a Jew,|and if they touch him...

they'll regret it.

He says he's not a Jew, and if|you touch him, you'll regret it.

Watch it, you Russian scum!

Take this Jew away!

Both of them!

I said he's not a Jew!|He's Stalin's son.

Well? Translate!

He said that...

that he's Stalin's son.

What does it say?

"Dzhugashvili, Yakov... "

"son of Yosef. "

Stay here!

Don't move!|You, move along!

Faster!

Where'd you learn Russian?

In school. In Grodno.

I was a Komsomol.

Now you're obeying|these fascist pigs?

What did he want?

I didn't understand.|It's a dialect...

Tell him to watch|where he spits.

If he insults a German,|he'll get himself shot.

Tell him I have orders to|drive them to the Kommandatur.

Come on, kid!|You're our good luck charm!

You witnessed the Reich's|victory. The son of Stalin!

Do you know what that means?

Smile!

He speaks perfect Russian.

He'll be useful.

You must be hungry.

Perel!

He's a Jew!

He says there's a Jew here.

Where?

He says I'm the Jew.

He says it's me!

You know him?

So what does he want?

I don't know.

Ask him.

Why, Zenek? Why do that?

What? Aren't you a Jew?

And I'm a Polish fascist?

Correct?

A fine answer!

Stop!

You're still alive, Jupp?

The Captain wants to see you.

Wait for his questions.|Answer only yes or no.

Stand at attention.|He insists on that.

And don't turn around|when he paces.

And not a word...

about the Communist school.|He can't stand the Bolsheviks.

Careful! You can't fool him.

One look,|and he knows everything!

Peters,|to the company commander!

I'll be damned!

Age?

Sixteen.

My men are fond of you.

Please.

No, Captain.

Who was your father?

My father...

My father was a businessman.

And... you have nobody left?|No relatives?

Would you stay|as our interpreter?

I want to serve|our German homeland.

You'll have many chances.

The future belongs|to your generation.

You know against whom|we're fighting this war?

Against Russia?

Against France?|Against England?

No, my boy. Against Jews.

It's our Jewish war,|our holy war.

It's not a question|of "Lebensraum. "

We must liberate Europe|from the Jews.

Do you understand?

Jawohl, Captain.

You can be proud...

to be taking part|in this holy war.

What will happen to them?|Will they be killed?

Who?

The Jews.

We'll see.

They'll be moved out.|To Madagascar or Siberia.

Don't worry.

The Fuhrer will find|a solution.

Don't look.

No, let him look!

Look, Jupp!

These swine killed|your German parents...

for being Germans!

They stole your home!|Watch them pay for it!

Look at the animals!|You must learn to hate!

That's when I first felt|how confused I was.

Who was my friend, who my enemy?|How could they be kind to me...

and at the same time|kill others so horribly?

What set us apart?

A simple foreskin?

"I feel German pride...

"in spilling my blood|for Fuhrer and homeland. "

Sounds a bit stiff.

Either lyrical or patriotic.

As you describe her,|it's patriotism.

You can add...

What do you call her?

Yes, when you're alone with her.

"My little p*ssy. "

Write...

"For you, my little p*ssy...

"I'd like to... "

"A shudder passes through me. "

"Tears follow upon tears. "

"The stern heart...

"has become soft. "

"And all I own|seems far away.

"And all I lost is real. "

That's way over her head.

Aren't you tired?

Not yet. And you?

I'm going on watch duty.

The stars...

They're the same|as in Germany...

but farther away.

I was never there.

That's true.

But you'll get there.|I won't.

Why not?

I'm joking.|We'll go together.

We'll go to Berlin.

What did you do|before you became a soldier?

"Philosophy have I digested.

"The whole of Law and Medicine,|Theology, alas thrown in.

"From each its secrets|I have wrested. "

"Poor fool,|with all this sweated lore.

"I stand no wiser than before. "

Recognize it?

Sure.

I'm an actor.

A real actor?

Naturally!

In movies, too?

Naturally!

Is it hard|to play someone else?

It's much easier|than playing yourself.

Jupp, wait!

I won't do anything!

Wait!

Don't run!

You're circumcised.

You're a Jew?

My God...

No, please, get up.

Don't be afraid.

Forgive me.

I had no idea.

Everything will be fine.

I'll be like a brother,|like a friend.

There now, calm down.

Don't cry anymore.|Don't be afraid.

Germans aren't all the same.|There are other Germans, too.

During that holiday,|you lived...

in the huts for a whole week?

Does that mean|that Jews don't have homes?

It symbolizes|our submission to God.

It is proof...

of our faith in providence.

Bertha loved this holiday.

I hated Passover.

I had to eat eggs|dipped in salt water.

They made me nauseous.

I was wondering...

Do you still pray,|like at home?

Religion is the opium|of the masses.

Could I play a Jew?

You look too stupid.

You racist!

The Russians are still|on the other side.

We just flushed them|out of here.

Jupp, over here, fast!

Take the phone.

Listen in.

Can you understand them?

He says he screwed her|three times, and the fourth...

And?

The other asks where she is.

So, where is she?

In Brunsk.|He says the Germans are there.

Great!

Cut the line.

Russian sh*t! My shoes!

He's aiming at a German cycle...

with two soldiers.

He's about to burn their asses.

Stay there. I'm coming!

My helmet...

You see,|you kissed me after all...

Retreat to the forest!

And so I lost my only friend...|"the other kind of German. "

He left my life like Kathy,|the hunchback Basia...

Inna Moyseyevna, my father|and mother, Bertha and Isaac.

All those I'd loved.

I won't go on.|I can't go on.

I want to be by myself,|to be among my own kind.

Comrade! Can you hear me?

Who is it?

Help me! I said I was|a pure-bred German...

but I'm a Komsomol from Grodno.

I'm a Jew. They'll kill me|if they find out.

Where are you?

The trench by the bridge,|just below the fire.

We forgot the line!|Have you been listening long?

You killed them all.

Ullmayer, the sergeant,|Robert...

Good work!

Hey, Komsomol,|can you hear me?

At nightfall we hold our fire.

Get over to the river|and across the bridge.

There are seven of us|on a hill here.

Take a rifle.|Do you have one?

Hold it up so we recognize you.|We'll keep you covered.

And cut the line!|Right now!

Jupp! Son,|you captured the enemy position.

So, instead of deserting...

I became the hero|of the company.

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