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A brat!

Lmpossible. I'll have a look

Do you trust her?

I'd better check

What a lovely brat it is!

Another stupid joke

by the Special Command

I was humiliated.

Because of my weakness...

... Marta involved me in

a dirty business...

... an accomplice in an effort

to save a Jewish child

Then the fight for Marta, against

Marta, began to excite me

It's my birthday today

No one here remembered

my birthday...

... no one gave me such flowers

The roses came from

the SS greenhouse

Prisoners from the men's camp

worked there

I decided to begin the attack...

... let Marta know that

I could give her Tadeusz...

... like a sweet

for being a good girl

Thank you, Madam Overseer,

but it's impossible

Anyway, I'm not all that keen

to see her

Still here? They're waiting!

Hurry up!

He's got urgent work

at the Commandant's villa

You know, Madam, we've got artists

here from all over Europe

That's his girl...

sketches for a medallion

He longs for her, but they can't meet,

as you know

I was close to mastering Marta

I told her to take the numbers

of those by the wire. She didn't react

So then I said...

... Tadeusz

She understood

But for that dog,

Marta would have been mine

I GAVE MAN EVERYTHING

I disliked such spectacles -

they soiled the dignity of our struggle

Of course, the punishment

was necessary...

Marta's gesture rather pleased me

I didn't suspect that it was more than

a spontaneous reaction

- Gruyre cheese?

- Yes

The men did it

Who in the men's camp could have

known of Major's taste for cheese?

Who would take revenge

on poor Weniger?

I decided to put pressure on Marta,

but then...

Take over command!

Strength 53, two in hospital

An international commission is coming.

Your command looks best

Choose a prisoner

to answer questions

- Your assistant?

- She's in hospital

- Typhus?

- No

Why not bring her to the block?

Individual care... a good impression

One of the two was Marta...

... but I still fought for her

I'm ready for punishment

I had to see her

Here you see a typical barracks

for women

Here's one of our convalescents

She is recovering, isn't she?

Yes, she's had medicine

since yesterday

Only since yesterday?

How long has she been ill?

A week

It's war, even our soldiers at the

front are often short of medicines

- How long have you been here?

- About two years

Is this your first illness here?

Yes. I've checked her medical card

No illnesses in two years?

No flu? No cold?

Do you get letters regularly?

Of course. We don't limit

their correspondence

It's not against the regulations

Do you allow visits by relatives?

That's forbidden in every country

These are political prisoners

Of course, we allow prisoners

to visit each other sometimes

- When?

- In cases of illness

Has anyone visited you?

Her fiance is a prisoner, too

Another "political" - he visited her

a few days ago

Well, Marta, did he visit you?

Yes

Congratulations! Promotion for sure!

Ober was pleased with me

and my protg,

She talked about promotion,

maybe transfer to the Reich

I rejoiced, too

Marta had finally given in to me

I planned to take her with me when

I was moved, to be my right hand

The life of the camp family rolled on,

through weekdays...

... and holidays

I rejoiced too soon

Behind my back they behaved as

though the camp barely existed

Perhaps they sensed it was

their last meeting...

... but what did I care about

such sentiments?

I should have finished her

This was the moment

I really saved her life this time

I deluded myself into thinking...

... she'd be grateful at last

Here

The Commandant wishes to see you

I'll deal with this

Roll call!

A note was found

Who wrote it?

Marta, step forward

Translate

I... too, am always close to you

in my thoughts

Always close to you...

Louder

I don't even have to close my eyes

to have you near me

You are within my reach

I like your hands,

the palm of your hand...

Darling... my beloved...

It doesn't matter that

you can't speak to me

I remember your voice

Although you're not allowed

to be near me...

... I can talk to you yet

We can talk to each other,

speak to each other

Darling... it must be autumn now

I lie beside you in the grass...

... among golden leaves...

... soon it will begin to rain

You will shield me from the rain,

you will cover my hair

I walk in mud, without leaves

Darling, do you...

It's good that you exist

I kiss your lips...

... so they won't be sad

I kiss your eyes,

so they will bid me "good night"

The end

Go back

The note is stupid and unimportant

I won't report it

if the author steps forward

If she delays she'll be sent

to the Corrective Company

You'll all go there if no one owns up

The Commandant wishes to see you

You'll stay here all night

if necessary

- You, too?

- I've just been called

She's furious. She's been named

as a war criminal

A broadcast from London

gave details of the transports

How do they know what goes on here?

Why does she want us?

Inga, come in. Liza, wait

I didn't understand

the language of the note...

... but a love letter would not have

numbers and familiar German names

Your duty here is finished.

You're posted to Berlin

You're posted to headquarters

Do you know that we must discuss

a painful subject first?

Your command hid a Jewish child

That's impossible

Weniger was on duty then

and admits it was possible

Well, if Inga admits she was on duty...

You must remember.

I said it was a baby in that pram...

...and she brought a doll

I don't remember

It couldn't have happened

in my presence

Liza, how can you...

Your word is enough.

Your command is well-disciplined

I know Liza...

...she would admit an offence

An SS officer never evades

responsibility

I know my duty. The command

must be punished if it is guilty

I request they all go

to the Corrective Company

Very well. Prepare your report

Overseer... the Blockmaster would

like you to come to the command

Command affairs

no longer concern me

Perhaps Overseer Inga, then,

because someone's confessed

You're all going for correction

But I confessed.

Please keep your word

Untrue. You couldn't have written it

You know I could

I don't know. It was just some

lovesick rubbish!

No, you know it was me

She forced me to it

She wanted to destroy me,

I had to defend myself

Those last words are not very clear

How did Liza defend herself...

... and influence Marta's fate...

... the fate she recounted

to her husband...

... and now prefers to end unfinished?

But we shouldn't ask too much

of the Overseer...

... she's admitted enough

Justifying oneself is only human

Anyway, what is this recollection

of a game...

... between overseer

and chosen prisoner?

An apology, an escape...

... from cruelty and evil,

only too human?

In the vague, unreal background,

people die, silently, casually...

... anonymously,

as others perform their duty...

... victims trampled into the mud,

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