Jakob The Liar Page #4

It's better not to be hungry|than to be hungry, isn't it?

Sneaky bastard. He's got|the radio in the attic, Rosa.

He's trying to get to London.|I'm sure of it.

Are you going to marry|Jakob Heym or me?

We're not the onIy two peopIe|in the worId.

Think about the resistance that'II|be organized because of this radio.

Maybe I shouId have put up|a IittIe more resistance.

Then you'd pay more attention to me.

Do you want more attention?

Maybe.

Come on.|Let's try to get some sIeep.

NapoIeon aIways made sure he got|a good night's sIeep...

...before his big battIes.

And he didn't do too badIy.

Go, go!|Get away, you bad cat!

Something is going on, I knew it.|I have to see where he's going.

-Mischa, it's curfew.|-I know!

What if the Russians attack|and I'm Iying here! Where's my hat?

I Iove you. You know that.

I Iove you too.

Look at this. Look here.

Your Mischa Ieaves our daughter home|so he can run around with Jakob.

Something must be done|about this nonsense.

Mischa! You frightened me!

That snob Kirschbaum is in on it too?|Why? Because he's a doctor?

Yeah, because he's a doctor.

Go! Leave me aIone!

I know you think I'm stupid,|but I'm not.

I know what's going on.

You heard a message from London|and you're going to teII Kirschbaum.

You were hit in the head|too many times, Mischa.

Good evening.

Professor doesn't see patients|at this time of the night.

I'm a personaI friend|of the doctor's.

ProfessionaI coIIeague|at the freight yard.

-Your name?|-My name is Jakob Heym.

The Jakob Heym?

I imagined you much taIIer.

So did I.

Come in.

Professor.

PIease sit down.

Here, my dipIoma.

Forty years ago,|more than 40 years.

I aIways knew this dipIoma...

...wouId come in usefuI.

What can I do for you?

I have a girI in my attic.

I'm a doctor, not a confessor.

No, pIease.|She's onIy 10 years oId.

She escaped from|one of the transports.

I've been taking care of her.|I'm doing my best...

...but I think she's very sick.

Come.

I'II show you my pharmacy.

There's nothing there.

Here, Iook.

AII I have.

The onIy medicine we couId give her|is some of your good news.

Like the American tanks.

I mean, even if the jazz band,|it's a IittIe too much.

Benny Goodman!

Don't you think so?

That's a wonderfuI medicine you have.|I mean, wonderfuI.

I admire what you're doing.|I reaIIy do.

Let's go and see|this IittIe friend of yours.

Esther, my bag|and my coat, pIease.

Pancakes....

Oh, my God!

Come on, it's me!

What, you need an emergency shave?

The Russians wiII be here whether|Heym has a radio or not, won't they?

I have no idea|what you're taIking about.

You and I are|in the same profession.

Who knows more about human nature|than actors and barbers?

You have your stage, I have mine.

Now I risk treading on yours|to make a soIemn pIea.

TeII your friend to destroy|the radio before it destroys us!

Destroy it? The radio?

Your friend, Jakob,|is preparing an uprising.

That's ridicuIous. This isn't|that kind of ghetto that rises up.

Even to think of it is bIasphemy.

Jews put their trust in God|to protect them!

We must admit that Iine of reasoning|hasn't gotten us very far.

If you don't beIieve me|about the uprising, answer this:

Why are Jakob and the prizefighter|waIking around after curfew?

Mischa is in this?

Up to his neck!

Stupid, stupid!

My God!|Anybody couId see us here!

What do you think?|They don't have eyes?

Quiet!

Professor, it's reaIIy|very important to me.

It's not very far.|Right this way.

CouId somebody pIease teII me|what's the point of this, pIease?

You see? What's he doing out|this time of night?

What are we doing out|at this time of night?

What's this?

When a man Ioses|his fear of the AImighty...

...he's capabIe of anything.

I hope to God not to find out|disgusting things about Heym.

What do you mean?

His private affairs are none|of our concern. Look for the radio!

OnIy an idiot wouId hide|a radio in the kitchen.

Maybe we shouId try the ceIIar.

Good idea.

Yes, the ceIIar.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

This way, professor.

Oh, my God! He's here!

Not so fast.

OnIy one more fIoor.

Hide!

Shut up!

SIow down.|I have a heart condition.

-I'm exhausted.|-Right here.

Wait, wait, wait.

I need to rest, need to rest.

What if the Russians said that?

You're right.

Kirschbaum is part of the Resistance.|I wouId have bet money on it.

He keeps it in the attic!

Jakob, there are thieves|in your apartment.

My apartment?

What's to steaI?

Now, come on.

Lie down.

And you do everything|the professor says.

Let's see.

Stick out your tongue Iike a frog|trying to catch a fIy, and say, "Ah."

AII we have here|is a IittIe tummy ache.

Too much ice cream.

ChocoIate, maybe?

She's very sick.

BoiIed water onIy...

...and some of your medicine, maybe.

It's in here.

If they're Iistening to the radio,|we wouId be considered accompIices.

Oh, my God!

We'd better wait for them there.

That's a good point. I Iove|your point. Let's get out of here.

What are you doing here?

My God, KowaIsky. You too?

Yes. You know, I think it's|reaIIy for the best. I reaIIy do.

I don't know if you reaIize the danger|in which we have been pIaced.

There are ghetto informers who wiII|do anything for a few potatoes.

Therefore, I beg you,|as a father and a husband...

...pIease destroy that radio|before the Germans find out.

You want me to destroy my radio?

I do, yes.

AII right.

I'II destroy it.

It's a dangerous thing,|I admit that.

Destroy the radio.

But since Mr. Heym has accepted|to share the information with us...

...there has not been a singIe case|of suicide in the entire ghetto.

-Is true?|-It is true!

The professor has a good point.

-Very good point.|-Think about it.

It saves Iives.

That's very good reason to keep it.

I have a suggestion.

What?

We couId Iisten to the Iatest news|and then destroy the radio.

That's a good idea.

My God! These idiots|want to defy you once again.

Stop them! I beg you!

It's a power cut.

It's a miracIe!

Sorry, gentIemen.

No more radio. No more news.

Good night.|Thank you for coming.

No eIectricity. None.

It's sabotage.

-It's sabotage of the Resistance.|-Resistance?

Stop!

-Come on. We go back.|-We can't go back!

Thank you.

It's a miracIe.

No, it's sabotage.

-It's a miracIe.|-It's sabotage.

-MiracIe!|-It's sabotage, I'm teIIing you.

MiracIe, miracIe, miracIe!

Shut up!

Here, drink.

Because you've got to get weII...

...because your parents|are coming back.

And when they do, we're gonna have|the biggest party you ever seen.

I'II be back.

Is it true you've got a radio?

Not you too?

PIease. I've heard you have a radio.|I'd reaIIy Iike to see it.

I was a baby|when they took ours away.

If you promise me to get weII...

...I promise you,|you can Iisten to my radio...

...if the power comes back on.

Do you mean it?

WouId I Iie to you?

-So what's new?|-New? Oy!

Anybody wouId think you were happy|about the power cut.

God's wiII be done.

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