In Tranzit Page #2

...not one of you -

will escape Soviet justice.

Who's the prisoner

with the scar over his eye?

I don't know.

You don't know his name?

You should, for Andrei's sake.

On May the 8th 1945...

...Fascist Germany surrendered to

our heroic Soviet Army.

We, the Soviet people...

...have shown the German prisoners

great humanity.

We spared their lives.

We gave them shelter.

We shared our food with them.

We gave them the opportunity to

exorcise their guilt.

But some of them, because of

the nature of their crimes...

...remain the enemies of

the Soviet people.

They tried to escape punishment.

They were not successful.

The time has come for these men

to pay for their deeds.

We'll get through this you and me.

As long as we look out

one for another.

What do you mean?

The doctor has a soft spot for you.

She does.

Trust me, I know these things.

Breathe in.

Deeply.

Please turn around.

It's a bullet wound.

Anything wrong?

No, you're fine.

Good morning, doctor.

Peter?

Dead?

Everybody dead.

Dead, too?

AII.

My hands will never get used to this.

They'll have to.

We are just slaves, aren't we?

Everyone is in the same boat.

We'd better stick together -

We are all we've got here.

Bort!

Report to the doctor's office

immediately.

He's to bring some tools.

Ah, the doctor's office.

At least I'll get out of

this cold for a while.

Lucky you.

What's wrong?

Are you afraid of rats?

No. Are you?

In Leningrad,

the rats could hardly move.

Just like the rest of us.

We picked them up by their tails...

...and threw them on the stove

and toasted them.

Ate them, skin and all.

Colonel Pavlov,

the supplies are in order.

This one's not very thin, is he?

Positively overfed.

Reduce their rations by one third.

I can't have German prisoners

fattening up...

...when Soviet citizens go hungry.

The Soviet people

have shown you great mercy.

Far greater than any of you deserve.

Of course, some of you may wish to

atone for your crimes.

Others of you are hoping...

...that you will

escape punishment altogether.

I can tell...

What shall we do with the prisoners,

Comrade?

Let them stay out here

and contemplate their crimes.

You know, Comrade doctor...

...I feel you should keep a closer eye

on your ailing husband.

You're not as badly wounded

as people think you are...

...are you, Andrei?

Your wife's a very attractive woman.

Is that upsetting for you...

...the fact that she's

around men all day long?

So - what did that son of

a b*tch have to say to Olga?

Oi!

We're all on the same side.

Except, while we were

starving in Leningrad...

...he and his cronies were

hiding out in their cosy NKVD bunker.

He and his cronies have

the power to send you to Siberia.

So, even in Siberia they need doctors.

Compliments -

from the 'son of a b*tch'.

No.

Come on.

Man, we all need

a little vodka now and then.

Pavlov was asking about

Klaus Prompst...

...and Max Bort.

He suspects them,

so we're to keep an eye on them.

And on Andrei, too.

Andrei?

Why? Why Andrei?

Pavlov reckons he isn't up to the job.

That Olga should replace him.

No - if he goes, I go too.

Calm down.

He just thinks he'd be better off

in a sanitorium, that's all.

Oh, let me guess where that is.

Siberia?

We must all take care.

Today's inspection

wasn't something he dreamt up.

Someone is informing on us.

They will starve to death.

We owe them nothing.

We're not their executioners,

either.

Do you really think

I give a sh*t about those Nazis?

We still have a duty to

the prisoners in our care.

Then what we need is proper jobs...

...and proper food for them.

And what about the railway depot?

That crazy Jew? What about him?

I'm sure Yakov could

use the extra workers.

You can have them as long as you like.

Until they are transferred.

I suppose it'll speed things up a bit.

Are you sure you can feed them?

Two meals a day, as promised.

How did I come to be

feeding Germans?

It's going very well.

They're hard-working -

Efficient.

Very - German, in fact.

Yakov, the war is over.

For them, maybe.

I still miss so many things.

Natalia...

Sorry, Comrade.

It's okay.

Shouldn't a child like Zina

know life's pleasures?

Dancing.

Lipstick.

Music. I miss music.

Imagine if we could make them

put everything back the way it was.

Every bridge, every building.

Every dance hall.

Do you remember

the Annual Railway Yard Dance?

Yes.

Well, I still have all the music.

And the decorations.

I even have our musical instruments.

All you need is an orchestra.

What if...

...what if...

...we could add 'musical ability'...

...to 'hard-working' and 'efficient'?

Germans come from

the land of Beethoven and Brahms.

There must be

some musicians among them.

Oh, what would Pavlov say?

No, they've allowed music

in some Moscow camps. Why not here?

It'll be our project.

We can give it

a suitable name like...

...'International Ideological

Corrective Activity'.

You're, you're a genius. A genius!

Dismissed!

Come along, come along.

We haven't got all day.

That's it.

Yes!

I'm a Jew!

He's a f***ing Jew.

So - what are you going to

do about it?

That's it, Hans.

Come on.

Good.

If only you knew what it took not to use

that as firewood during the siege.

Good man.

Please.

Please.

Maybe we should

have joined the band, too.

And what are you gonna play,

farm-boy?

What instrument do you play?

Hmm?

It's all right. Come with me.

Go ahead.

Well done.

Now, play!

No. No, no, not like that!

Not like...

Like that! Good.

Go! Go. Take your instruments -

repair them...

...and learn the songs

you've been given.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

We need to talk.

It's important.

Your doctor friend's been

asking me questions.

About the war.

About us.

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

How about you?

Do you think we can trust her?

Why are you asking me?

Because she likes you.

And you like her.

If we work together -

and give her a few names...

...maybe we could get ourselves

on a train back to Germany.

How about Beckmeyer and Ritter? -

Nobody will miss them.

Beside, they're not going to

last much longer.

Or Dressler -

That farm-boy's no good to anyone.

Stay away from me!

Think about it.

Bort!

Follow me! Doctor's orders.

Time you decided which side you're on.

I'm on my side.

Remember, Max, I know who

you are and who you were.

I know what you're up to.

Yes, come in!

You wanted to see me?

Russian rats are tougher

than we thought.

You shouldn't have done the job in

the first place if you weren't up to it.

I'll get my tools.

Bort.

What would you do to

get out of here?

Go home and see your wife?

I won't betray my people.

Your 'people' murdered

innocent civilians.

Tell me, how many did you kill?

Hmm?

How many children?

If a girl with a live grenade

came running at you...

...would you shoot her?

So you killed little Russian girls?

No.

But I saw them kill and get killed.

Go and get your tools.

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