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earned the title of champion

at the Olympic Games.

That's us. We're exempt.

We're totally exempt.

- Not me.

- Yes, you are.

You're my wife,

wife of an Olympic champion.

- [Announcer Continues]

- We're exempt.

... will be removed

from their posts.

- No license to practice a trade...

- Kato, bring us more tea, please.

- Shall be issued to Jewish persons.

- Right away.

In professional law

or medical associations...

or organizations

ofjournalists, engineers,

theater and film artists,

Jews may only be accepted

in numbers not to exceed...

six percent

of total membership.

AJew cannot be the managing

editor, publisher...

or member

of an editorial staff...

capable of exerting influence

on the editorial direction...

of any periodical

orjournal.

AJew cannot

be the director,

artistic director

or literary manager...

or an employee,

however designated,

who is capable of

determining intellectual...

or artistic direction

of a theater.

I've asked to see you, Sors,

because I've been given the task...

of drawing your attention

to an indisputable fact.

This is the Officers' Club.

If you want

to continue fencing,

I suggest you return

to your old club.

The laws don't apply to me. I'm

exempt for three separate reasons.

- I know all this.

- I'm Roman Catholic.

My father won a medal

for gallantry in the Great War.

I'm an Olympic champion.

I was also awarded

the Signum Laudis.

That's four reasons.

Well done.

You'll probably be promoted

to general.

I'm only interested in fencing,

- nothing more.

- Go ahead, fence.

There is no law stopping you,

but you won't fence with us.

You do know you would never have

become the Olympic champion...

were it not for the fact that

two of the judges were Jews.

These people are either

criminal or insane or both.

I beg you, please,

let's move away from here.

If you want to, we can all go.

Your whole family:

Hannah, Istvan,

your mother.

We owe it to our children

to get out while we still can.

I beg you, please.

We can get through this

if you just keep on loving me.

Hannah can't go

and leave her parents behind.

When will Hannah

get out of my bed?

- It's you who are in her bed.

- You wanted this too.

I certainly did not.

You started this. You wanted it.

What frightens you more,

Adam, me or this country?

You don't stop, do you?

If I'm going to choose,

I'm gonna stay with Hannah, who's

only exempt because she's my wife.

- Give this up.

- I won't give you up...

because I can't give you up because

that's what love does to people.

Evidently not to you.

I don't care about your family.

- You want me to kill my family?

- Yes, yes, kill them.

- I wish Istvan were dead.

- Jesus, you're monstrous.

I can't see

any other way out.

Fine. I never want

to see you again.

dd [Clock Chiming]

- Happy New Year.

- [Others] Happy New Year.

dd [Clock Continues Chiming]

- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

dd

- [Hannah] Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

dd

Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year, Mother.

Happy New Year,

Greta.

[Adam]

Ivan, Happy New Year.

Happy New Year,

Father.

Happy New Year.

Please, God,

may we always go on singing.

Your grandfather, Emmanuel

Sonnenschein, used to say,

"Be glad

that you were born here.

This is the promised land."

These things

are only temporary.

- Don't you agree with me, son?

- Yes, Father, I agree.

For God's sake, Adam, open

your eyes. Don't delude yourself.

You're afraid to see what they are,

and they'll see what you are.

Don't be ludicrous.

I'm not afraid of anything.

- I'm just not going to stand here...

- Adam, we must leave here.

Hannah...

talk to him.

We can go to America,

Australia.

We have to get our visas

before it's too late.

For the sake

of our children, please.

How could we make a living

away from here?

We'll sell

the "Taste of Sunshine."

You know how to make it.

You can teach us how.

- We'll make it, and we'll sell it.

- No, I can't.

Your grandfather tried to teach me,

but I never really paid attention.

I was only interested

in photography.

- Where do you think the recipe is?

- Here somewhere.

He always worried

it would get lost or stolen.

- Let's try to find it.

- Now? It's New Year's Eve.

Yes, now! We can't just

stand here and do nothing.

Calm down, Greta.

You're hysterical.

Oh, don't say that.

God damn your helplessness.

- God damn your Jewish cowardliness!

- Greta!

I want to stay alive.

I want my son to stay alive.

If you all want to die trying to fit

in with these people, then do it!

Stay here and die,

but not me and not my son!

Greta, you must never say anything

that sounds like a curse.

Not in this family.

[Greta Crying, Bumps China]

[Ivan] For days on end,

they tried to get visas,

but quotas had been filled,

borders closed.

Dr. Adam Sors, graduate of law,

resident of Greater Budapest,

born in 1902, mother's

maiden name Valerie Sors...

Sonnenschein...

is hereby commanded to appear

with three days' food rations...

and suitable clothing

for winter weather conditions.

Mrs. Sors, I'll try

to arrange for him...

to stay in the regimental

barracks in Budapest.

- I'll do everything I can.

- Thank you.

Please... No.

Sors, something

I once said to you:

That assimilation

was the right choice.

I'd like to ask your forgiveness

for having said that.

I was profoundly wrong,

and I apologize.

Do you still want

to be married to me?

Yes.

Yes.

[Ivan] The German Army

occupied Hungary.

My mother and grandmother

were moved into the Budapest ghetto.

Twenty people were assigned

to each tiny apartment.

Mrs. Sors, when they start to move,

get up to the attic.

[Whispers] He says

we should go to the roof.

[Policeman] Start coming

up here in groups of ten!

[Ivan] A few weeks later,

ghetto Jews were herded together...

and marched

to an unknown destination.

My mother Hannah

was among them.

No one knows where

or how she was killed.

My grandmother, Valerie,

managed to escape...

to a safe hiding place

in a friend's attic.

The general couldn't help us,

and my father and I...

were sent to a labor camp

close to the Russian front.

You... with the white armband,

over here!

What's this?

Christmas tree decorations?

I am Dr. Adam Sors,

officer of the Hungarian Army.

What's this white exemption rag

doing on your arm?

Where'd you buy it, Jew?

How much?

I am the national

fencing champion.

What are you?

I am an Olympic

gold medalist.

[Grunting]

Look at me.

Stand up.

Stand up.

I'm gonna teach you

what you are.

You're garbage. You're

a stinking Jew. Strip, Jew.

All your clothes.

All your clothes off!

[Groans]

I'm asking you again, Jew.

What are you?

Adam Sors, Doctor of Law,

- officer of the Hungarian Army.

- [Hit With Rifle]

[Soldier Beating With Rifle,

Adam Groaning]

- What are you, Jew?

- Adam Sors,

Hungary's fencing champion,

Olympic gold medalist.

[Beating Resumes]

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