Hitler: The Rise of Evil

Parsifal is the German ideal.

A combination of strength,

determination and purity.

Hello, gentlemen!

My son, Adolf.

That used to be my desk

before I retired,

which is why you need to apply

yourself at school.

Stupid old fool.

He's perfectly normal for a boy his age.

He's God's curse on me

for marrying my niece.

Uncle, don't be absurd.

You'll get what you want in the end.

You'll be a painter, an artist...

anything you want.

Oh, my little genius.

You little bastard.

You burned my beehives again!

Uncle. Do you know what I think?

I think, we should

take him out of school.

He's so talented an artist

and what does he need

with science and mathematics?

Uncle?

Uncle. What is it?

Oh. My God!

Adi. Adi, quickly.

Come help me with your father. Uncle?

- I'm going to Vienna, Mother.

- What?

I want to see opera. Great opera.

I want to study at the Fine Arts Academy.

It's too far. You'll get lost.

I've heard too many stories

of Jews and gypsies taking advantage.

I am not a boy, Mother!

She's very sick.

She won't live until Christmas.

She has cancer of the breast.

It's a lie.

I know it's hard.

She'll do anything to ruin my career.

You may begin.

At the end of 30 minutes, I will collect

the sketches. And this time tomorrow,

the names of those who

have passed this part

of the examination will

be posted on the door.

Did you do well

in your drawing exam?

Were you accepted?

Someday I shall be a great artist, Mother.

I know you will.

Angela...

...I know he's only your half-brother...

...but I want you to take care of him

as if he were your own.

He's so sensitive.

I don't know how he'll survive

without me.

Yes.

Amen.

Adi, I know it's hard,

but you have to be brave.

Don't tell me how to feel.

You didn't love her.

She was only your stepmother.

You wouldn't know how to love anyone.

You're just a lump, a peasant.

God for nothing

but breeding more b*tches like you.

I'm sorry, Herr Hitler.

You don't have a style.

Your people are like buildings.

There's no life to them.

Perhaps if you tried architecture

or theatrical design. I'm truly sorry.

I have a class to teach.

Best of luck...

I'm all right. I'm just waiting

for my inheritance, that's all.

It's the Jews' fault, you know.

They swarm into our country,

steal the bread from our tables.

Just ask our mayor.

Well said, Herr Doctor!

- They are wolves.

- Hear, hear!

Beasts of prey in human form!

Soup! Soup!

It's all their fault, you know.

They swarm into our country,

take the food from our mouths.

And here we are, German and hungry.

- It's not funny.

- I'm sorry, I thought...

I thought you were a Jew.

You look like one.

Come on. Wake up!

Out of your bed. Come on.

You've got ten minutes to get out of here!

"My dearest sister...

My studies are going very well here.

My art is getting a lot of attention.

I'll be famous before you know it.

I look forward to my upcoming birthday

when my inheritance is due.

I wonder could you bring it in person?

I'll wait for you in the railway station.

Under the big clock."

Adi? It's you.

Angela.

Goodness, what happened?

I thought you said you were doing fine.

A bit of bad luck...

Do you have it?

I wish you would have said something.

You could have come home.

Say hello to your Uncle Dolf, Geli.

She's a shy girl,

but very affectionate.

Well, it's the Jews. It's the Jews. They run

the galleries and won't buy my paintings.

The Poles... they work... or next

to nothing, so I can't get a job.

That's terrible. You know,

there's plenty of work in Linz.

- Oh, you must be joking.

- No, I'm serious.

Here. Happy birthday.

Our father worked hard for this.

Linz - it's the last place I would go.

You can't stay here.

Of course not. The sooner I leave

this Babylon of races the better.

I'm off where the real Germans are.

War! War! Austrian Archduke's

assassination leads to war!

Come closer.

Let me speak!

England, France and Russia

are joining forces against our ally Austria.

We must stand with her,

united, ready to sacrifice.

Our lives are nothing.

Our country is everything.

We are now only Germans!

War! War! War! War!

Congratulations, Private Hitler.

As you were one of only 600

to survive your baptism of fire...

...it's my privilege to promote you

to the rank of corporal.

- Thank you, sir.

- Welcome to the war.

I need one of you men

to deliver a message.

Here, sergeant!

Stay down. Stay down.

Take this to Lieutenant Guttman

at the command post.

Wait for a reply.

Sit.

Sit. Foxl, sit.

Sit!

Looks like your fiance's got

a mind of her own, Adi.

Foxl, sit! Sit!

You make a fool out of me.

You try to humiliate me.

You must learn... to... sit... down!

That's enough.

Everyone was killed.

The entire company wiped out.

The entire company - except me, of course.

Even my dog, my little Foxl.

Just seconds before the bomb landed,

she led me outside as if she knew.

She's so loving, so affectionate...

and then in one brief moment... she's gone.

No, she's not.

I think... she's in the stew.

Sorry.

- Just shot it off.

- You're joking.

Put the pistol to my toe... and bang!

Ticket home.

For every toe you shoot off, ten men die

because you aren't there to protect them.

Battles are lost,

ground is given up, ground that we've won

through blood and sacrifice,

that your brothers died for!

And you sit there playing cards!

- Corporal, that's enough.

- You owe your lives.

I will not put up with this.

You're well enough to walk...

I'm sending you on leave.

I want you gone by morning.

Yes, sir.

Pacifists. Marxists.

Socialists.

Jews.

They call themselves Communist now

and they're everywhere -

except here at the front.

Who pissed in your brain?

Please.

Do you know any Jew soldiers? Hm?

Look around you. Do you see any?

I'm a Jew, Adi...

so shut up and eat.

This has to get through

as soon as possible.

We don't have much time

left. It's dangerous.

If either of you makes it,

you'll deserve an Iron Cross.

- Yes, sir.

- Go with God.

- Yes, Corporal?

- Nothing, sir.

I followed your orders, sir.

I deserve this medal.

I risked my life.

We all risk our lives - every day.

- You gave me your word, Lieutenant.

- Believe me, if it was up to me...

I did believe you.

Anyone else would have laughed.

- What do you mean by that?

- I've always stood up for your people.

When anyone said,

"Oh, you can't trust them"...

...I pointed to you, sir.

Take a deep breath, gents.

You can almost smell the French perfume.

Wait till We get to Paris.

- Attention!

- Sir!

Good evening, gentlemen.

I'm here to tell you you'll all

be packing out in the morning.

- We're being deployed to the eastern front.

- But, sir, we're only 50km from Paris.

They'll think we're on the retreat.

Those are General Hindenburg's orders,

Corporal.

There's your prize.

Now go tell the men on the front lines.

Sir!

This is no way to win a war.

Mustard gas!

Masks on!

Mustard gas!

Masks on!

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