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- South Lake?

- Yeah.

That's over an hour away.

- Oh, that's... I have money.

- Hop in.

(phone ringing)

- Hello. Zev?

- Yeah.

(exhales deeply)

- Thank God.

Where are you?

Zev?

Tahoe.

You understand what you must do?

There's only one left.

Yeah, I understand...

what I must do.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

I'd like to check out, please.

Thank you.

- You hurt your hand?

- Oh, yes, yes.

It's... Well, I can move. Good.

Okay, that'll be $106.20.

I think I will have enough money

for the taxi.

Oh, uh, we take credit cards, too.

Yeah.

Thank you.

(Charles):
Tahoe?

What the heck is he doing in Tahoe?

No, I'm just picking up a rental now

and I guess I'll just drive up there.

Yeah.

Oh, look, can you try and find the name

of the taxi company that picked him up?

Thank you.

(doorbell ringing)

(Zev clears throat)

Can I help you?

Rudy Kurlander, he lives here?

- Yes.

- Can I speak with him?

- He's still sleeping.

- Oh.

Well, could I wait for him

to... wake up?

It's important.

What's this about?

Well, it's private.

And he knows me, he knows me.

I knew him a long time ago.

- Come on in.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- Do you want a cup of coffee, Mr...

- Guttman.

Yes, coffee would be nice.

Thank you.

Uh, just black.

Take a seat in the living room.

I've got a pot brewing.

That's from our family reunion

a couple years ago.

Oh. (Chuckles)

You have a big family.

My father likes to say

he fielded a soccer team.

(laughing) I'm his youngest.

How old was your mother?

She was a lot younger.

It was his second marriage.

- Thank you.

- Can I ask you a question, Mr. Guttman?

Does you being here

have to do with Auschwitz?

Yes.

My father's not gonna want

to talk about that.

Oh.

I understand.

Would you like to join us

for breakfast, Mr. Guttman?

I'm making baked apple pancakes.

I'm not very hungry.

Thank you very much.

I won't bother you for long.

Are you sure?

It's an old family recipe.

Mmm. Yes, I am sure,

but thank you just the same.

If you'd excuse me, I am just going

to run up and tell Dad you're here.

Yeah, yeah.

(Playing tune)

(door opening)

Uh, who are you?

Oh, I am Zev.

- Hi, Zev.

- Inge.

(continues playing tune)

Who is that?

Well, it's an old friend

of your grandfather.

You like Wagner?

Yes. I have always loved Wagner.

My daughter said someone I knew

from Auschwitz was here.

But a survivor should not like Wagner, no?

(chuckles) You can't hate music.

I, uh, didn't recognize your face

in those pictures.

But...

(Speaking German)

Your voice...

has not changed.

(German):
I knew you would come

to find me one day.

Zev's your friend, Poppy?

Inge, please go back into the kitchen.

My friend and I need

to discuss some things.

I have not forgotten you.

Please... let us go outside.

I do not want my family to hear...

what we have to say.

It has been a long time...

since anyone knew who I was.

I cannot even remember when.

Over the years

people have looked at me

and I think they know,

but they never do.

Or maybe they were just

too scared to say anything.

Sometimes, I come out here

and speak my name.

I talk to myself.

I remind myself of who I was.

It is the only way to know I existed...

before I became who I am now.

Well, living a lie is not a life.

I always knew you would find me.

It has been too long.

We are old men now.

Take your hands off of me, Otto.

Excuse me?

I said, "Take your hands off of me."

(scoffs)

- You called me Otto.

I think you're confused.

No, your name is Otto Wallisch.

You were a Blockfuhrer

at Auschwitz.

And you killed my family.

Are you crazy?

You've lived a lie for so long

you've convinced yourself it is true.

' L...

I do not understand.

Let me help you...

understand.

(doorbell ringing)

It's like we're running a hotel.

Go tell Pop-Pop breakfast is ready.

Who is it?

My name's Charles Guttman.

I think my father's here.

Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you,

but I was told that a taxi

dropped my dad off here a little while ago.

Yeah, he's outside with my father.

Thank God.

(scoffs)

He's been missing for a week.

Missing?

I had no idea. Come on.

Thank you.

- Dad?

- Oh, my God.

- Mommy?

- Please do not be frightened.

Don't be scared.

Dad, why don't you,

uh, lower the gun?

- Charles?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- Uh...

Dad, put the gun down.

- Put down the gun, Dad.

- No. No.

Not until he tells the truth.

Why are you doing this?

Tell them who you are.

Please, stop this madness.

Tell them what you did.

- Leave them alone, please.

- English!

I beg you.

I want them to understand

what you're saying.

(Kristin):
Dad, what is he talking about?

Do not listen to him.

He is crazy!

Ach so?

(gasps)

You have a very easy choice.

You can tell the truth and she lives,

or you can lie and watch her die.

You have three seconds.

- One.

- Please stop.

- Two.

- Please, just shoot me.

- Dad, stop it!

- Three.

Okay. Okay.

(sobbing):
Okay.

(sniffling)

During the war,

I was not a prisoner.

Louder.

- During the war I was not a prisoner.

- Louder!

During the war I was not a prisoner!

(sniffling)

I was a Nazi.

I was SS.

I was a Blockfuhrer at Auschwitz.

(Kristin):
Did you kill people?

Yes.

- You killed people, Poppy?

- How many people did you kill?

I don't know.

Many!

-

(Zev):
And now tell them your real name.

My name is...

Kunibert Sturm.

No.

Your name is Wallisch!

No, it's Kunibert Sturm.

You are Otto Wallisch!

No.

You! You are Otto Wallisch!

You're lying. (Scoffs)

No.

It's the first time

I haven't lied in 70 years.

You are Otto Wallisch.

I am Kunibert Sturm.

We were both Blockfuhrers.

No... (stammers)

I was a prisoner.

Look at your arm.

You are number 98814.

I am 98813.

We tattooed each other.

It was our only way to escape.

Dad?

Is that true?

No, it's all lies.

It's all lies.

(sniffling) It's not true.

Lies?

How could you forget?

You took the name Zev

because it means wolf.

You said we were wolves!

(speaking German) (gunshot)

(gasps)

(thudding)

(Charles):
Oh, my God.

I remember.

(Charles):
Dad?

Dad! (Gunshot)

(reporter):
Right now, we're still waiting

to hear from

the Lake Tahoe Police Department.

They haven't spoken to reporters

or released a statement just yet.

But they have assured us

that we will hear from them in some way

within the hour.

Residents, though, are,

as you can imagine, just stunned.

I've spoken to some people

who do not want to comment on camera.

I did speak to one,

though, who told me that...

- Poor Zev.

- Tragic. Absolutely tragic.

He couldn't have known

what he was doing.

He knew exactly

what he was doing.

What? What are you talking about, Max?

The man he killed

was named Kunibert Sturm.

And Zev's name

was Otto Wallisch.

They were the men who...

murdered my family.

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