Mother Night Page #2

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Well, today I would like | to expand on this theme a little...

and tell you that even though | this is a war inspired by the Jews...

a war that only | the Jews can profit from...

you will find there are | no Jews in foxholes either.

Every G.I. Joe knows... "

Every Sunday afternoon | wherever my voice could be heard...

people stopped whatever they were | doing just to hear what I'd say next.

Even Berlin's chief of police | and his family were devoted listeners...

and not just because | they were my in-laws.

"Now, to the American folks | at home...

I want you to think of all the Jews | living in your neighborhood. "

It took me only a couple of hours | to write each speech...

after which I'd hand it over to | the propaganda ministry for their notes.

Among those who examined it | was another Allied agent...

whose identity never was | revealed to me.

"Do they have more | or less gasoline?"

My speech would be returned | with all sorts of notations...

including those left | by my fellow spy.

"To these questions... "

These markings would dictate | certain vocal mannerisms...

pauses, emphases...

coughs, stumbles, | throat-clearings.

"Now let me ask you this:

Do you know of | a single Jewish family...

that has ever received | a telegram from Washington...

that begins...

'The secretary of war | expresses his deep regret...

that your son was killed | in defense of his country'?

Of course not.

No Jewish family would ever | receive such a telegram...

thanks to a personal guarantee | from the American dictator...

Franklin Delano Rosenfeld. "

It was in this manner that I broadcast | coded information out of Germany.

I don't know to this day | what information went out through me.

"Why do you take arms | against your German brothers?

You know that Germany's objectives | are the same as your own.

You must understand | that theJews...

can only thrive in a nation | which lives in slavery.

So, my brothers...

lay down your arms.

By fighting this war, you'll only | fortify the bank accounts...

of your political leaders | who blindly serve theirJewish masters.

This has been | Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

the last free American.

Thank you for listening. | Heil Hitler. "

You are a murderer.

You are a coward.

You are all cowards!

You are murdering children!

You should rot in hell!

Damn you!

Howard just | instinctively understands...

the German ideal | of right and wrong...

the certain triumph | of good over evil...

and the redemptive power of romance.

Just promise me one thing:

You will not leave | the propaganda ministry...

and return | to playwrighting full-time.

Little chance of that, | Herr Goebbels.

I've always found it ironic | that the man...

who so eloquently communicates | our ideals to the masses...

should be born in America.

Well, it's not so ironic.

I consider myself a spiritual native | of my adopted fatherland.

Something i've always wondered, | Herr Campbell:

Do you ever miss America?

Sometimes. Of course I do.

But I could never be happy | with the Jews in charge of everything.

Jews. The Jews will be | taken care of in due time.

Our friend Hoess here is seeing to it | at a resort he's running in Auschwitz.

My wife and I live | for that day.

Is there a chance we might | meet Mrs. Campbell?

Yes. Of course, Herr Hoess.

I'll ask Helga to join us, | if you'll excuse me.

If that woman walked off a cliff, | I swear, Howard would follow her.

Time passed.

I never told my Helga | I was a spy.

To tell her would only | put her in danger...

and make her live | in constant fear.

So I hid my true self | from her...

knowing that politics had no place | in our nation of two.

I suppose the moral here is:

You must be careful | what you pretend to be...

because in the end | you are what you pretend to be.

History says | the war ended in 1945.

In fact, | it ended one year earlier.

My nation of two was | the loser...

insanity the victor.

There were no prisoners...

no survivors.

Why would the Germans | want to kill my Helga?

Sir...

I said enemy guns.

The Russians.

It was Russian fire.

Russian.

It was tragic timing, sir.

The Russians fired | on the Crimean camp...

where she was | entertaining troops.

Reich Marshal Goering will issue | an official commendation...

for Mrs. Campbell's bravery.

I am sure | she would be very proud.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Is there anything I can do for you, | Herr Campbell?

Please.

"Good afternoon, | ladies and gentlemen.

This is | Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

the last free American...

speaking to you | from Berlin, Germany...

the heart of the free world.

As you know, | the Bolshevik hordes...

continue their barbaric | advance towards Berlin.

Let theJewish leaders who are | exalted by our temporary setbacks...

be warned that National Socialism | will never allow Germany...

to fall under the heels | of the black beast...

who terrorizes | our women and children.

As for my American brothers...

you are fools | if you believe your dictator...

Franklin Delano Rosenfeld, | is concerned with your welfare.

If you fail to heed | the warning of your Aryan brothers...

the fate that awaits you | is the fate you deserve.

German victory is certain, | for it is a moral victory.

The final blow will be | struck by Adolf Hitler.

This has been | Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

the last free American.

You may not hear from me | for a while.

Thank you for listening. | Heil Hitler. "

- Howard. | - Herr Noth.

Interesting time | to visit your in-laws.

If you wish to stay a while, | perhaps you can help me...

greet the Russians | when they arrive.

I'm going to the front.

Right over that way.

An easy walk from here. | You can make it in a day...

picking buttercups as you go.

May I ask | where you're moving to?

I'm staying here.

My wife is at my brother's home | in Cologne. Resi will join her today.

- But why stay here? | - With the Russian army at my doorstep?

I'm still the chief of police.

I'll not have my people say | I fled with my tail between my legs.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. | You can shoot Resi's dog.

It can't make the trip, | and I can't take care of it here...

so you can shoot it.

- Where is it? | - In the music room with Resi.

She knows it's to be shot. | You'll have no trouble with her.

All right.

You broke my heart | when you married my daughter.

I wanted a German soldier | for a son-in-law.

Yes. I know.

Because I hated you so much, | I studied you.

I listened to everything you said.

Never missed a broadcast.

Did you know that | until this very moment...

nothing would have | delighted me more...

than to prove you were a spy...

to see you shot?

Now I couldn't care less | if you are a spy.

- Do you know why? | - No.

Because now I know | that even if you were a spy...

you could never have served the enemy | as well as you served us.

All the ideals that make me | proud of being a Nazi...

they came not from Hitler...

not from Goebbels...

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