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Captain, I'd rather stay|here with my comrades.

You've shown enough courage.

Now you go to school, study.

And see the Reich, at last.

It's an excellent school.|You should be proud to go there.

When the war is over...

if you want to...

I wrote to my wife...|We have no children...

We want to adopt you.

We have land in Pomerania.|You'll like it. At ease!

For my wife.

A special Party envoy|came out from the Reich...

to bring the hero|of the Reich...

future son|of Captain von Lerenau...

aristocrat|and staunch anti-Semite...

to the most elite|Hitler Youth School.

Good luck, Jupp! Our regards|to the Reich! Write to us!

A Hitler Youth doesn't smoke.

Will you survive?

What else doesn't he do?

As a war hero, you may at times|act like a man.

A German man.

A true German soldier!

Puff on mine if you like.

How handsome you are.

Do you know it?

My pure little golden boy.

Papers.

The young man's|temporary papers.

Born April 20...

Lights out, please.

You were born the same day|as the Fuhrer.

Your hair is dark, like his.

My darling...

So soft and tender.

Touching him with my hand...

his hair, his lips...

My Fuhrer!

Assembly!

Attention!

We welcome the German|of pure breed...

Josef Peters...

whom our troops liberated|from the Bolshevik orphanage.

As an interpreter|and as a soldier...

he served our country|heroically.

We are proud to welcome him|into our ranks.

Josef...

are you ready to swear|allegiance to our Fuhrer...

Adolf Hitler?

I am ready.

I swear before God...

...with this solemn oath...

...to give the Fuhrer...

...of the German Reich|and its people...

...Adolf Hitler...

...the Commander-in-Chief|of the Hitler Youth...

...total obedience...

...and, in case of any danger...

...to be ready...

...to give up my life.

You can lower your arm.

Our new comrade will see...

that our Fuhrer has created|a community...

in which all Germans|are brothers.

The world's strongest community.

We salute our new comrade|with a triple...

Sharpen...

the long knives...

on the pavement stone!

Sink the knives...

into Jewish flesh and bone.

Let the blood flow freely!

You don't know it?

Didn't you sing it|at the front?

No.

You'll learn.|You'll learn everything here.

Schwarz!

Look after Peters!

He's your roommate.|Get him a uniform.

It's a pleasure.

Same here.

This will be much harder|than among the soldiers.

The smallest detail|could give me away.

"Sink the knives|into Jewish flesh and bone. "

My flesh!

That's for you.

I'm Herman.

Be seated!

You're the new hero?

Your name?

Jupp, and you?

Leni.

Having been at the front|is sufficient.

She's the best one here,|but she's unapproachable.

Isn't he cute?

We pray before meals.

Eat correctly,|using knife and fork.

The knife in the right hand...

the fork in the left.

No slurping, no crumbs.

Respect our German bread.

Enjoy the meal.

Attention, Goethke!

How do you recognize...

a Jew?

How do you recognize a Jew?

Be seated.

That's quite simple.

The composition of Jewish blood|is totally different from ours.

The Jew has a high forehead...

a hooked nose...

a flat back of the head...

ears that stick out...

and he has an ape-like walk.

His eyes are shitt...

and cunning.

He never looks you in the eye.

He waves his hands about...

makes exaggerated gestures...

and he fawns before you.

But the minute|your back is turned...

he leaps at your throat!

The Nordic man...

is the gem of this earth.

He's the most glowing example...

of the joy of creation.

He is not only|the most talented...

but the most beautiful.

His hair is as light|as ripened wheat.

His eyes are blue|like the summer sky.

His movements are harmonious.

His body is perfect.

You can call me a gem.

Science...

is objective.

Science...

is incorruptible.

As I have already told you...

if you thoroughly understand|racial differences...

no Jew will ever|be able to deceive you.

Step forward.

The eyes...

Look at his skull.

His forehead.

His profile.

Although his ancestors'|blood, over many generations...

mingled with that|of other races...

one still recognizes his|distinct Aryan traits.

It's from this mixture...

that the East-Baltic|race evolved.

Unfortunately, you're not|part of our most noble race...

but you are|an authentic Aryan.

A special bulletin!

The heroic battle|of Stalingrad is over.

True to its oath, with|its dying breath...

the 6th Army, under the|outstanding leadership...

of Field Marshal Paulus,|fell to...

the enemy's superior numbers.

Generals, officers, and simple|soldiers fought side by side...

until the last bullet.

The army's sacrifice|was not in vain.

Our soldiers died so|that Germany may live.

How do you whistle?

Like this.

How do you feel?

You don't know the Reich.|You don't understand.

We have complete freedom here.|Like our school for example.

My father is a teacher,|Hans' father is a mason.

And Herman's father|is a baron.

There is no difference among us.

We all have|the same opportunities.

You understand?

We are brothers, true brothers.

I could eat them all.

They're made of plaster.

You have no imagination.|I have too much.

I can't look!

Are you there?

I can't see you.

I must be going.|See you tomorrow.

Leni's sweater inspired me|to pull my skin way down...

and tie it with a thread.

If it stayed in place,|I'd never be recognized...

and I could live like them.

Come in.

My mother, Jupp.

Let's sit down.

For you.

We couldn't accept|such a generous gift.

I have plenty.

Captain Lerenau's|wife sent me a package.

We own property on Pommern.

They want to adopt him.

Fine, but only|if we eat it together.

Papa...

died in battle.

Sit down, please.

I hear you have no parents?

I don't know where they are.

Didn't you say that...

the Bolsheviks killed them?

Gerd told me.

Yes, the Bolsheviks|arrested them...

then a truck ran them over.

That's the official version.

Nice picture.

Really? That's me.

My cousin was a painter.

He even knew the Fuhrer!|From Vienna!

Leni resembles me, right?

Her father had dark hair,|like you.

Lord...

forget not those who|suffer and are hungry.

Comfort the Lonely...

and give your blessing...

to the orphans. Amen.

Eat, Jupp.

Your tears will make|the ham saltier.

It's nothing.

It's just...

It's been so long|since I've been...

in a nice home.

Are you hurt?

No. It's nothing.

You're lucky.

Tomorrow the doctor|pays us his annual visit.

Leave me alone!

Is something wrong?

That queer|grabbed my balls again.

We have to undress?

Of course.

My tooth!

It hurts so much,|I can't talk.

I need a dentist.

Strange,|it looks quite healthy.

Tying the foreskin|was not successful.

Pus had formed|under the thread.

After the thread was removed,|the skin slipped back.

I couldn't escape my own body.|I still had to hide.

Intimacy was impossible.|I couldn't love Leni.

You pricked me!

The golden insignia!|I didn't know!

We could do it.

I want to, Jupp. You understand?|I really want to.

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