Mother Night Page #8

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I had taught myself | never to feel guilt.

It wasn't the fear of death.

I had taught myself | to think of death as a friend.

It was not the thought | of being unloved that froze me.

I had taught myself | to do without love.

What froze me was the fact | that I had absolutely no reason...

to move in any direction.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Been standing there a long time.

Waiting for somebody?

You lost?

Better move on then, | don't you think?

Yeah.

"Nazi Pig"

"Keep Out"

"Let's Finish The Job!"

Who is it?

- It's Howard Campbell. | - What do you want?

Could I come in?

You're going to have to tell me | what this is about.

I want to go to Israel | to stand trial.

What?

I want to be tried | for my crimes against humanity.

What do you want from me?

I want to surrender | to an Auschwitzer.

Then find one who thinks | of Auschwitz all the time.

And don't speak Yiddish! | We are in America now!

If you can't remember, | I will remember for both of us.

- You still want revenge, is that it? | - Yes.

Then go on with your plan | because it proves nothing.

Mr. Campbell, | I think I can help you.

Thank you.

Yes.

"Translation:
'Corpse carriers | to the guardhouse. "'

"Tomorrow"

"My Trial"

"Begins"

"Dear Howard...

The discipline of a lifetime now | collapses like the walls ofJericho.

What is the tune | that Joshua's trumpet plays?

Is that the music of my conscience? | I doubt it. I've done you no wrong.

I think the music must be an old | soldier's itch for a little treason.

And treason this letter is.

I hereby violate | my direct and explicit orders...

and identify myself as the man | you knew as Frank Wirtanen. "

I affirm and will affirm | under oath...

that I recruited you | as an American agent...

and that you, | at great personal sacrifice...

became one of the most effective | agents of the Second World War.

If there must be a trial | of Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

let it be one hell of a contest...

and may justice be served.

Yours truly, Frank.

May justice be served.

I like the sound of that.

They say that a hanging man | hears glorious music.

I wonder what it sounds like.

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