Lore
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five, six.
Seven.
Heaven.
Seven.
Six, five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Hell.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five, six.
Seven.
Heaven.
Seven.
Six, five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
- We can only take what fits in the truck.
- I'm not talking about the damn truck.
Hey,
here she is.
My girl.
Come here
You're wet.
You look completely different.
Not so different.
I wouldn't know you on the street.
I would know you Vati.
That is comforting.
Lore.
Wake the twins,
We have to pack.
Vati,
Are you coming?
Aren't you going to answer her?
Just six plates and cups,
but take the silverware.
All of it.
Liescher, what are you doing?
Help your sister.
Did I ask you to pack the glasses?
You have to listen.
We called him Peter,
like your Vati.
Here take him, he's wet.
Pick it up Gnter!
Clutz!
You are!
Law for the Prevention of.
Hereditary diseased off spring.
CONFIDENTIAL.
Vati?
l'm just getting her some water.
Mrs Richter will look
after her until come back.
Now go back to your mother.
Please go.
C'mon girl, out.
How are we better off here?
They'll find us.
Hurry!
Careful damn it!
You're such a coward.
Are you coming back Vati?
Heil Hitler.
Is your mother awake?
Yes.
Take this.
Gnter, hurry!
The Fhrer.
Don't touch it.
Come.
Come away from here.
What?
The final victory.
Put the others to bed.
I'll be back soon.
Mutti?
Stay away from me!
What has happened?
Put the blanket over it.
Please cover it Mama.
Go away!
Why are you looking at me?
Stop it.
Do you hear?
He's gone.
It is the end.
He's dead Lore.
Vati?
Vati.
Our Fhrer Lore.
He's dead.
Mutti?
There is nothing for Peter.
Hello.
Hello.
We wondered if we might buy some food?
- Is your mama still here?
- Yes, of course.
We thought they had taken her to prison.
I have to join your Father.
If I'm not back in three days,
you must go to Omi.
Go to the train station
and buy tickets to Hamburg.
And from there to Husum.
And then over the mud.
You remember Lore?
Hamburg is far.
If I don't go willingly,
they will come and take me.
Use the money first.
There is jewellery in my big suitcase.
Are you going to prison?
You mustn't worry.
I won't.
It is a camp.
Yes.
It is not a prison.
Prison is for criminals.
Take him.
Take him.
Take him!
Aren't you taking him?
They kill all the children.
You're not coming back are you?
You must remember who you are.
You mustn't worry.
They will be here soon.
But we mustn't be afraid.
Before the victory there is always pain.
Hold his head up.
It mustn't go under.
- If he goes under would he drown?
- He might.
A boy drowned in Hamburg, in Jenisch Park.
What did he look like?
You didn't see a thing, you ran away.
What is that?
This is Omi's house.
There's blue windmills on the wall.
Lots of them.
Wait 'til you see.
And who is she?
Mutti's sister.
She died in the first war.
She had a bad cough and then she died.
Where's Mutti?
Close by, with Vati.
If They are close,
why don't they come and get us.
They are probably thinking
about where we will live,
and
what colours they will paint the house.
Things like this.
Why won't he open the door?
I caught him stealing.
I don't know how your
parents brought you up.
You think you can just help yourselves?
Get up!
This is not your house,
no one wants you here!
We'll keep the baby but
the rest of you must go.
Let go, I want Mutti.
Get in there.
Let him out!
A German boy does not steal
and then cry like a baby.
- Never!
Go away!
Gnter is a dirty little thief.
Now we have to go.
All because of Gnter!
She said for us to wait!
Come out!
It's all your fault.
The Americans have special
little prisons for children like you.
Horrible places, where
children are tortured.
Maybe she will come tomorrow.
I don't want to go prison Lore.
No, she's not coming.
She's at Omi's.
I spoke to her.
You were not there.
She's at Omi's. Vati too.
I can pay you!
I can pay you.
We want to go to the train station.
Did your mother make that dress?
This is from a store.
Where's your mother now?
Hamburg, with Omi!
And your father?
Dead?
He's fighting.
Then he's a fool.
We don't have any trains anymore.
The Americans took them.
You're heading for Karlsruhe on this road.
Over to the French if you go too far.
- We want to go to Hamburg.
- Go across the field, you'll see the road.
Here.
For the baby.
Attention, attention!
We are under American control.
Shooting from behind,
sabotage and looting are prohibited.
These crimes will be punished by death.
All Germans and non-Germans
are instructed to go home.
You are only allowed outside
between 8-10am and 4-6pm.
Can you help me?
You have to push.
I want to have a go.
- No, let go.
- Stop it, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
It's already broken.
Doesn't matter, leave it.
Go sit over there.
Where is Gnter?
Excuse me.
There was lot of blood on her legs.
And thousand of ants.
Maybe they live inside her
body and ride around in boats.
I don't think so.
Maybe her blood has
become really thick like jelly.
A boat might not work.
Excuse me, would you
have any food for us?
I can give you something for it.
Don't put so much wood on it.
Maybe blow on it a little.
Not so hard, you'll just blow it out.
Liesel pour the eggs into the
bowl. Leave the fire alone.
Will you stop it!
Don't blow - it's no use!
We'll eat the eggs raw.
Sit here.
This is my brother, Peter.
He's hungry.
Here.
Clean yourself.
I said please could you clean yourself.
I had to look at dead Jews for
hours, just to get stale bread.
But you got two loaves!
I have diabetes, I'm the one
who deserves two loaves.
And I got nothing!
If the Fhrer knew that!
Let me see.
Try that.
That boy was at the school house.
Come quickly!
Who's afraid of the black man?
Who are you child?
We just want something to eat.
We? Where are they - mother, father?
I have water.
That is all.
This baby has bed bugs.
They are all dead. I have nothing.
I have paraffin. What can you give me?
But that's worth more than paraffin.
Anything else? Then I'll
get you food the village.
This is my mother's.
It won't work.
You gave her too much.
You shouldn't have given her the ring.
What else have you got? Nothing.
It stinks.
Stink of sh*t.
Scratch all your skin off,
until you are only a
heap of blood and bones.
I don't care anymore.
I used to have a comrade.
You won't find a better one.
The drum called us to battle.
He marched by my side.
With the same pace and stride.
A bullet came flying.
Was it meant for you or me?
It tore him away.
He was lying at my feet.
As if he was a part of me.
His hand is reaching out for mine,
While l'm reloading my gun.
I can't give you my hand,
but in eternal life,
remain my good comrade!
That was lovely.
So beautiful.
We broke his heart,
he loved us so much.
And the lies.
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