Hitler: The Rise of Evil Page #9

It's not our fault

because the Jew's the cause

For all our flaws

Oh, it's a shame but true

Whatever's wrong the Jew's to blame

So blame the Jews. Go blame the Jews

The Jews are guilty and it's not new news

You don't need brains to read the clues

The guilty party always is the Jews

So blame the Jews, if we have flaws

It's not our fault

because the Jew's the cause

For all our flaws

Oh, it's a shame but true

Whatever's wrong the Jew's to blame

This will be your new bedroom.

You may decorate as you wish,

you'll be spending a lot of time here.

Unless you're with me, then a bodyguard

must accompany you at all times.

This is a dangerous world, Geli.

And I'm here to protect you.

There, take it! Now I have nothing left!

Move along!

Out! Out!

Don't buy from the Jews!

It's ridiculous.

The SA's broke, hungry,

spoiling for a fight with anyone.

Can I write about it?

No, because Hitler doesn't sell papers.

Do you know what does? Gossip.

Look at today's front page.

Bavarian Farm Girl Has Religious Visions!

We've published, oh I don't know,

ten editions of that in the last four days!

- She gives people hope.

- So does Hitler!

People don't want the real news.

They don't wanna be depressed.

They don't want to hear about anything

they might have to do something about.

It's as if we've all

become stupid, gone blind!

What on earth is happening to you? What...

Since when have you become

so contemptuous of people, Fritz?

Don't raise your voice.

Somebody has to. You're so busy scrutinizing

him you can't see you're becoming like him.

You're losing the best part of yourself!

You can't stay like this.

You'll either have to

go forward, or step back.

but where you are at the moment is wrong.

I can't go forward, I'll lose my job.

If I lose my job...

The only other choice

is to be content with silence.

But I know you better than that.

The opposition papers are implying things

about your relationship with your niece.

Trust these Jews to paint everyone

as dirty as they are.

But it's not just them. People in the party

are also beginning to object...

She's my niece, for God's sake!

We go to the opera together!

Hold on, could you?

Herr Hitler, I haven't yet seen

a photograph that captures your eyes.

It would be a shame to

deprive us of their power.

- What's your name?

- Eva.

- Eva Braun.

- Eva.

She's a very pretty girl, your niece.

Yes.

No!

Please! Uncle...

He didn't mean anything!

I swear. Uncle. Please.

Please, you're crazy. He's not...

Shut up! Leave it!

No...

Please.

See him again and I'll have him killed.

Please.

I want to go home.

I don't want to be here any more.

- Of course you do.

- No.

I don't!

I can't stand this any more.

You won't let me do anything, you won't...

...let me make friends!

You won't let me grown out of my own.

I'm sick of your speeches.

I'm sick of your parties! I'm sick of you!

Listen to me!

You're different from other girls.

You're sweet.

Sweet and innocent.

And you don't understand

what men like that want to do.

Now, your Uncle Dolf is

here to protect you.

You will never be left alone

with a man like that again.

Six-and-a-half million votes.

107 seats.

We're the second biggest party

in the Reichstag.

Herr Goebbels, how could have

done this without you?

How would you like to be

my new Minister of Information?

I'd be honoured, my Fhrer.

Hanfstaengl, your wife has prevailed upon me

to promote you too.

I thought Press Secretary might suit you.

Thank you, Herr Hitler.

Excuse me, my Fhrer.

Frulein Geli was caught outside

getting into a taxi.

She told the driver

to take her to the train station.

Excuse me for a moment.

You must never ever,

ever try anything like that again.

Do you understand me?

Now, listen. Listen, listen, listen.

I had a dog like you once.

Couldn't get it into her head

who her master was.

Kept running away.

So I penned her, she escaped.

I beat her, she tried to bite me.

I chained her and she strangled herself.

She was stupid, Geli.

Don't be stupid.

Take her home.

Hello.

What is it?

Adi, we can't leave it like this.

It's not right.

And I can't bear it.

You can't bear it?

What about me?

What about me?

It was my gun!

This is all I have left.

This room will not be touched.

But, Adi...

Don't you see?

The goddess of history

is watching over everything I do now.

Everything.

Everything.

Your citizenship,

your new German citizenship.

Thank goodness your

family changed its name,

or else we'd all be saying

"Heil Schicklgrber!"

Here's to the next Reich's President.

I think it's wonderful.

I think it makes you look brave...

and strong...

and determined.

Thank you, Frulein Braun.

I think so too.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler!

The new German citizen. Adolf Hitler.

is running for President.

As Hitler makes history

with his Germany flight.

his message is loud and clear.

A vote for the Fhrer

is a vote for the future!

Heil Hitler.

...Lohengrin as our model

and the music of Wagner as our inspiration.

we will hang the profiteers.

We will crush the Communists.

Behind us is Germany. With us is...

The Fhrer is now running

for Reich president

and we're going to give

him a run for his money.

Sepp, find out about

his accounting practices,

write an article about them.

Maria, get on the campaign trail.

Find those that have heard him speak.

- Speak to those that disagree.

- Herr Gerlich, I thought you said no...

No Hitler, yes.

Temporary insanity. Am I forgiven?

I want him stopped!

What does this mean?

You said that you would stop.

I'm doing my job. The job of every

newspaper is to reflect its time.

Don't you think if we ignore...

Everybody out! Quick, get out.

Come on.

Move.

Out, everybody out.

- Next time, it could be a bomb.

- But it wasn't a bomb.

- Don't you see they're

just angry because...

I'm sorry, Fritz.

Fritz, you're fired!

Will you be having lunch today,

Frulein Braun?

Not today, Angela.

It's all there is, you know?

I beg your pardon?

He treated my daughter the same way.

Chained her.

Then abandoned her.

I don't know what you're talking about.

There's a locked room upstairs.

Would you like to see it?

Don't touch.

He'll know you've been here.

You can't compete.

You're alive and she's a memory.

His memory.

Not mine.

Not the real Geli.

I can't bring her back

and I can't change what I allowed to happen.

but I can warn you, Frulein.

It's not going to get any better.

This is his ideal.

Not you.

Never you.

What's this?

He hates fresh flowers.

He put it there himself, my dear.

I want you gone from this

house by morning.

Of course, I'm happy

to take on another client.

I'm not exclusive to the

National Socialists, you know.

What's it called?

- The Straight Path,

after a quote from St Paul.

- Oh, a religious paper?

- In its way.

My client only asks that you not exercise

editorial control over what he writes.

I'm a printer my friend, not a publisher.

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