Lore Page #2
Those Americans.
With their photographs.
Actors. The Americans paid all of them.
Come here, my little one.
Come!
Come on.
Come!
Get outside.
Put on your clothes!
You can stay here.
With the baby they give you food.
You have the boys, yes? The twins?
Leave me the baby.
What did she mean?
What she said about the Fhrer?
Nothing. She didn't mean anything.
Is the Fhrer sad?
Lieschen? Please?
The moon has risen.
The golden stars are sparking,
bright and clear in the sky.
The forest stands...
Keep walking.
Hey! You!
Hey! You!
Stay here.
Come here.
Stay.
Mother? Father?
- We haven't done anything.
- What?
We don't know him.
Papers!
We don't it's.
Where are going you?
- Papers! Travel only with permission.
- He was at the school. He's following us.
Shutdown! Run some?
I have papers.
We need a lift. At least
as far as Schweinfurt?
- Who is you?
- Thomas. l'm their brother.
Hey, you!
You.
Coming.
Your name?
Liesel.
Liesel?
Who is this, Liesel?
Who is this?
Our brother.
We've just been to Ansbach,
looking for food, and have been walking.
- Lost.
We lost them in Buchenwald.
We were moved to Buchenwald from
Auschwitz, and we were there until liberation.
We have to go to Omi.
- What Omi?
- Yes, Omi, we have to go to Omi.
In Hamburg.
In Hamburg.
Hamburg?
She's worse.
Thomas got us food.
Who said you could take the baby?
When my father comes,
he will deal with you.
So when is he coming?
Shut up.
You only eat from that side.
Stop it.
I know what you are.
You're a Jew.
I saw it on your papers.
I don't want you touching them,
do you understand me?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Thomas says we're not allowed in Hamburg.
He said it's over the border.
Germany is all broken up.
There's a Russian zone,
a British zone, a French zone.
We're in the American one.
Hamburg is in Germany.
Thomas says there isn't a Germany.
He said the Russians hate us.
All the enemies hate us and
we can't be trusted anymore.
And all the men will be punished.
Why don't you like him?
You don't know anything about him.
He gives us food.
He gets food because of Peter,
that's why he stays with us.
He's a parasite.
Mutti wouldn't like him.
But Mutti also said there were trains.
Well I like him.
Why are there trees
growing on the roof?
They're camouflage.
- Why?
Did you fight?
No I was in prison.
What did you do?
I stole.
Did you have a gun?
No.
My Vati is fighting in Belarus.
What do you want?
I don't want to swim it Lore.
- It's easy.
- Shut up, Gnter. You can't even swim.
I can swim with Peter.
You'll get to the other
side and leave us.
We have to cross here.
There are no bridges for days.
I'll go down there and have a look.
Go back!
Hello.
God!
You gave me a scare.
What are you doing down here?
I am walking.
I can see that.
My grandmother lives cross there.
And your parents?
She has a house with
windmills on walls.
And a big garden with flowers.
- Do you know the house?
- No.
Strange heat today.
I need to cross the river.
Come here.
Let me have a look at you.
Closer, I don't bite.
I'can sing something for you.
Yes.
Go on.
Little brother dance
with me, take my hands.
Clap clap clap go the hands,
tap tap tap go the feet.
Go this way, then that way,
twirl around, it's easy.
There's water in it.
little deer for my trouble.
- It's all I've got.
- Do you know how much work I have ahead of me?
And a bleating wife at home.
If don't get this done, no dinner for me.
Child, you smell like death.
What have we done?
Don't touch me.
Lore did not mean to.
She didn't mean it.
F***ing turn off anyway.
Not, just to way.
If they ask you anything I'm your brother,
and our parents are dead.
Just say that.
Wait here.
- Have you seen my brother?
- Piss off!
Did you tell them?
What?
Did you tell them what we did?
He said the trains are running again.
But they won't let us through.
We'll walk at night. It's safer.
Come.
Lore.
What language was that boy speaking?
Polish.
We're in the Russian zone.
We need to get into the British one.
They're from a camp.
Come.
Quiet!
Someone's cooking.
I'm hungry.
Quiet.
You don't move'til I get back.
Will Thomas be back?
Gnter. Come here,
sit down on the blanket.
He's coming.
Thomas!
Thomas!
He's brought someone.
Thomas! Here!
Thomas!
Gnter!
Stop! (Russian)
Gnter!
Run!
Come on!
Gnter!
They shot him.
You should have stayed
down like I told you.
It's your fault they shot him.
You stole their food and now he's dead.
He fell down.
He ran the wrong way.
He should have stayed in the trees.
On the ground. Like I told you!
Leave it on!
He should have kept quiet.
He thought it was you.
It wasn't me.
Gnter?
Eat!
I don't want to.
Eat your bread!
I don't want to.
Eat it!
If you don't come now
I'll go without you.
You can't leave us.
There are no more borders now,
you can get there by yourselves.
You've got the baby,
they'll let you on the train.
If you stay,
I'll let you keep the baby.
You can keep Peter.
I'll tell everybody he died.
I don't want him.
You can pretend he's your brother.
I don't want him.
You won't get away with it.
They'll find you.
And you will be punished,
Like all the others.
Like all the men that did bad thing.
There people every where that did.
No one cares.
I can't help you anymore.
I told them Mutti and Vati would be there.
But they're not.
I don't care.
You lie!
You always lie.
You can't help it.
All you filthy Jews!
Sometimes I look at you,
and I can see them.
One lie after the other.
They are everywhere.
I can't stop thinking of it.
I can't stop thinking of it.
Were they the same
pictures as before?
No, different ones.
One was in Poland, I think.
The others were in Germany.
There was one of women in a pit.
Lots of women.
Naked.
A little boy.
They're exaggerating it.
They're always the same photos,
just a different angle each time.
An the people are thin
and lying on the ground.
But it said they killed them.
Shut up.
It's not like the soldiers in these
pictures killed all these people.
You don't see any pictures of
them actually killing them right?
Ticket!
My wallet.
It has to be here.
Do you promise not to tell?
What?
I only did it so he couldn't go.
It's not him.
Thomas Weil.
He said it didn't matter.
The man was a Jew. He was dead already.
The Americans like Jews.
So he pretended to be a Jew.
So what is his name?
He didn't tell.
They are the dead Jew's photos.
Is this Omi's house?
I think so.
Are you sure?
The lights are on.
Berta! Be quiet!
Who's there?
Hannelore, Omi.
My god, Hannelore!
Where is my Asta?
Where is Mutti?
Where have you come from child?
From the Black Forest, Omi.
Come on, sit, sit.
You have all grown so big.
And here's little Peter.
And this is Gnter.
No.
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