Hangmen Also Die! Page #7

You'll do everything,

...and like it.

Herr Gruber,

how can you treat me like this?

I've done so much for you all these years,

and for Germany!

And why did you do so much for us,

Czaka?

Because as a real Czech patriot

I realize our entire future...

depends on unconditional collaboration

with greater Germany.

And I thought you did it

for business reasons.

For certain favors...

for certain valuable military contracts.

May I?

- Nice gold lighter.

- You like it?

You wouldn't think of bribing me...

with a gold lighter.

Czaka, Czaka, Czaka...

Suppose I pay you for police protection?

Oh, just like life insurance?

How much of a premium would you

be willing to pay?

How much do you want?

2,000 marks.

2,000 marks per week?

Per day.

2,000 marks per day?

Only a few days until we

round up your friends...

then you just drop the insurance.

Say 5 days, 10,000 marks.

Suppose it lasts a month?

So what? Another 50,000 marks.

Why Czaka, you are a big beer magnet.

Just another drop in the barrel.

Make that check payable to the treasurer

of the Occupational Police Fund.

That's it, Czaka.

I am the treasurer.

I know.

- Yes?

- Your Father will be executed...

at 6:
00 this morning. You will be allowed

to see him before he is taken away.

In a half an hour the police car will take

you to the camp. That's all.

You have ten minutes, no more.

Monkey.

Yesterday I was questioned about that

gentleman who visited us.

Me too, but everything

turned out all right.

He came back to apologize...

and offered me any help we might need.

That's good.

How is mother and Ludmilla?

And Beda, how is he?

Mother tried to see you.

I was permitted to write her a letter.

I think the censor will let it through.

It was only personal.

I also started a letter to Beda...

I was sure it would not pass.

I'll tell it to you, Mascha,

and you repeat it to him.

What I now want to say to you my son...

is meant for you when you

are a grown man...

the now mighty invaders...

will now have been thrown off our land

for quite some time.

"Quite some time."

I hope you will be living in a free land...

where the people are truly govern

by themselves and for themselves.

Those will be great days to live.

"Those will be great days to live."

In a land where all the men, women, and

children will have enough food to eat.

And time to read, and think...

and to talk things over

for their own good.

When such great days do come...

don't forget that freedom is not

something one possesses...

like a hat or piece of candy.

The real thing is fighting for freedom.

And you might remember me...

not because I've been your Father...

but because...

I also died in this great fight.

"Because I also died...

in this great fight."

Time is up, Novotny!

Attention.

Let's go!

He still has his life in your hands.

Who was the man you helped escape...

when you sent our men the wrong way?

I tell you I sat on that

investigating committee myself...

and Czaka was entirely clear

of that raid in Pilsen.

Because the traitor spoke

German and Czaka doesn't...?

Yes.

Yet when he came to Prague

and brought his brewery...

he paid with a Deutsche check

from the Bank of Berlin...

according to a little research of my own.

Maybe Czaka does understand German.

Listen, I've got an idea.

It might work now after these 2 years.

I don't know, but we can try.

What?

We can use Rudy for this.

Hello, Beda.

Father was shot this morning.

Shot?

But I...

- Mascha!

- Jan, will you come with me please?

I'm going to the camp to claim his body.

But Mascha here is a list of all those

who were executed this morning.

Your father's name is not among them.

See here, under the N's.

Only 4, Navitol,

Napitol, Naavi and Nimocek.

But I saw him on the truck this morning...

Yes, Miss Novotny?

Oh, your Father.

No, that list is correct.

No. Just a little mistake.

You were right, Jan.

Mother! Mother!

They play with human beings

like a cat with a mouse.

I don't care.

I don't care!

As long as he is alive.

- Yes?

- Bartos just called me to met him for lunch.

A sort of informal meeting.

What shall I do?

Go!

What?

Listen, I'll arrest him when I see fit,

not before.

What about these two that you still

only know by their first names?

But they will kill me!

Alright, you'll have your police guard.

Where do you want them, and when?

Back room...

Cafe Kramer.

Mr. Emil.

- Well, Emil.

- Emil!

I want you to met my Uncle,

Mr. Dedic, just in from Kladno.

- You're having lunch with us?

- Yes, I only have time for a quick bite...

before I catch my train to Karlsbad.

Passing through I thought I would

say hello to my nephew.

Well, my pleasure, sir.

Won't you be seated?

Uncle.

Matushka.

Emil.

Ladies and gentlemen,

just between ourselves...

I don't recommend the goulash,

but the paprica liver...

simply prewar!

And speaking of food,

or rather "No food"...

I heard the most wonderful Hitler story

yesterday. You understand German?

- Yes.

- Yes.

You have to excuse me, I can only tell it

in German or I'll ruin the whole joke.

Well, I know a little school book German.

That is if you want me to hear it!

- Of course.

- Sure you'll translate for us, Matushka.

Goebbels comes to Hitler...

"Adolf, we have food for 5 years."

"Five years? Really?" Said the Fuhrer.

"Yes, five years," Goebbels said.

And the Fuhrer said...

"I must tell Herman Goring"

"No, by God," replies Goebbels.

"Do not tell the Herman.

It's just the two of us, you and me."

I happen to remember another Hitler joke.

Hitler said to one of his elite guards...

I forget how it goes.

Yesterday you showed a very good memory...

of the teachings of your Gestapo friends...

when you tried to convince us to we turn

in the man who shot Heydrich.

So, you don't understand German,

you slimy scum?

No, I don't. I swear!

Drag him back, keep him quiet.

Here, help me, police!

Get out! Through the window!

Help, police!

- Let's get out of the kitchen.

- Go ahead, we'll cover you!

Halt! Put your hands up!

Friends, I am Jan Pestuca,

editor of the "Prague Evening News"...

and I have been requested to

speak to each barracks.

At 5 O'clock, we hostages...

will be given the opportunity to

address all of Czechoslovakia...

for a full hours broadcast

Each barracks will be represented

by 2 or 3 volunteers...

Will speak of the necessary of the

immediate surrender of the assassin.

Volunteer speakers must be

ready at 4:
30 sharp.

Attention!

It's clear as daylight...

they're trying to use us as a cats paw

to get the assassin for them.

I say, let the Czech people decide.

Our lives, or the assassins.

I hope there will be no such

volunteering in here.

What else is there to do?

It's not only a question of saving

the 300 of us still alive.

But after we're shot, what then?...

there will be another 300, then 3,000.

There will be no end until

they get the assassin.

There will be no end anyway,

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