Hitler: The Rise of Evil Page #7

Perhaps I'll write a memoir.

- What do you think?

- It's an excellent idea.

Good.

Then I need a publisher.

I was thinking.

Now that Hitler's in jail

and we've nothing to worry about,

why not go to America?

Darling, she's sick.

We'll find a doctor.

Better than anyone here and get her well.

From now on,

I promise...

my family before everything.

Herr Hanfstaengl...

There's a call for you

from Landsberg prison.

Austria's lovely this

time of year, isn't it?

I was...

I escaped by pure luck.

I thought my being

outside might be helpful...

Yes, yes, how very generous of you.

As a consequence, I've seen

more of your wife lately than of you.

Yes, she's a great admirer of yours.

And you're not?

Of course I am.

You know I'd do anything for your...

our cause.

I'm writing my memoirs.

Four-And-A-Half Years

Against Stupidity, Lies and Cowardice.

Effective title, don't you think?

Yes, yes, it's very good.

You might consider shortening it bit...

Ah, you see?

You see?

You're good at these kind of things.

That's why I want you to be my publisher.

But, Herr Hitler, my family only

publishes art books.

- Besides I'm taking Helene

and the children to America.

No, you're not.

I'm tired of you running

out on me all the time.

Our daughter's very ill...

Now you listen to me...

I've kept your name out of this.

It would be very hard

on your family if you

were suddenly in prison

too, don't you think?

You can stay and help me with my book.

Now that you're absent,

the Party lacks leadership.

And since my name has

been closely tied to it,

I feel I must continue with it.

By the way, Rhm thinks

it's a wonderful idea.

He feels that with my political muscle

behind him he can rebuild his army.

I might even, at some

point, run for president.

You needn't worry, we'll have

a place for you when you return.

How very thoughtful of you.

Take a letter, Hess.

Party Headquarters.

I hereby resign from politics.

I want nothing more to do with the Party.

I'm too busy writing.

But sir, without you, the Party is finished.

Exactly.

Today it seems to me providential

that fate should have chosen Braunau

as my birthplace.

In this little town, Bavarian by blood,

lived my parents...

My father, a civil servant...

No.

Make that "dutiful civil servant."

My mother, devoted above

all to her children.

Once, as I was strolling

through the inner city.

I suddenly encountered an apparition

in black kaftan and black hair locks.

"Is this a Jew?" was my first thought.

And then my question assumed a new form.

Is this a German?

They are strong.

Stronger than we are.

We need more room to live, to expand,

sustain ourselves!

Germany will either be free of Jews,

or there will be no Germany!

We need a leader, a man of great vision,

a man with the courage

to grind his enemies' bones into the dust!

And he lives! He lives today!

And he will lead his people to victory!

It's been an honour, my Fhrer.

The fever's down. I

finally got her to sleep.

Thank, God.

- Can we begin now?

- Yes, darling. Of course we can.

- There you go.

- What is it?

What is it?

Ahhh...

Look. A whole zoo.

A rhino, a lion, a tiger,

a giraffe, a monkey.

It's just what I wanted.

Uncle Dolf!

Ha, ha, ha, Egon!

Merry Christmas.

I have a gift for you. A gift for you.

Hanfstaengl.

Helene.

You're looking lovely, as always.

Herr Hitler. What a surprise.

Did they make you break rocks in prison?

No, no, Egon, but I did something

much harder than that.

Thank you.

- I wrote a book...

- Are you publishing it, Daddy?

No, I'm afraid not, Egon.

We only publish art books.

You mean there aren't any pictures?

No, no. No, pictures.

But it will sell very well and whoever

publishes will make a lot of money.

Herr Hitler, if you wish to talk

about business or politics...

Of course not. It's Christmas.

That's not why I came.

Mommy!

Would you excuse me, Herr Hitler?

Our daughter's not been well.

We've both been up all night.

No. No. I'll go. You rest.

Is she very ill?

Yes.

We don't...

We don't know what's wrong with her.

Helene...

I...

All the time I was in

prison, I thought only of you.

You saved my life...

when you took the gun from my hand.

- Please, Herr Hitler...

- No, please. No, no, please.

I have never admired a woman

as much as I admire you.

You're so brave... so beautiful.

You are the perfect woman,

wife... and mother.

Thank you.

She wants her mother.

Mommy!

Mommy!

No, you don't drink, do you?

Right.

So, tell me, what are your plans?

You can only keep the fox out

of the henhouse for so long.

Even when he's promised he's through.

Yes, well, you're a publisher,

or at least that's what they say.

You should know better

than to believe everything you read.

As soon as my plans are set,

you'll be the first to know.

In the meantime...

I'm off to the country.

Happy Christmas.

- Adi!

- Good morning, Angela.

Oh! Gosh, it's so good to see you.

It's such a long time.

Everyone in Linz is talking about you.

I've become the famous half-sister.

Oh, your mother would be so proud!

I'm glad you could come.

So, this is the house?

I can manage that.

Oh, speaking of proud mothers...

Geli's changed quite a

bit since you last saw her.

Uncle Dolf, thank you

so much bringing us here.

It's my pleasure.

I always think it important

for family to stick together.

Don't you think?

- Yes.

- Yes.

I'm honoured that you asked me

to publish your book, Herr Hitler.

It will make quite an

impression on this country.

Only a war veteran like you can understand

what the bourgeois publisher cannot.

I must warn you, though.

I don't expect huge sales at first.

The economy's too good.

- Democracy seems to be working.

- That's only temporary, I can assure you.

Our poor country

hasn't seen the end of hardship just yet.

I can't help but notice, Herr Hitler,

the mountain air has done you good.

Not to mention certain other distractions.

What do you mean by that?

Er...

Beautiful vistas.

The lake.

My Fhrer!

We just received an urgent

message from Munich.

The Party needs to know who you support

in the presidential elections.

Hindenburg or Ludendorff.

Ludendorff, of course. Why not?

He's not expected to win, Fhrer.

In fact, he's expected to lose quite badly.

All the more reason, then.

Geli!

Thank you.

Uncle Dolf,

it's so beautiful.

Hide?

I'm not hiding.

But all those men coming to see you.

Why don't you ever go

into the city to see them?

I think...

you would like that?

It's very nice.

Have you ever been to Munich?

I've never been out of Linz.

Perhaps I'll take you sometime.

Would you?

- Would you really?

- I said perhaps.

Off you go.

Wait!

Wait.

Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine. I'm just

not quite used to this yet.

Come with me.

Come closer.

Come.

Move closer.

In a circle, around me.

- Like this?

- Yes. Yes.

Faster.

Faster, faster.

Yes, um...

Stop!

Please.

Yes.

Quickly. Quickly.

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