The Mortal Storm Page #4

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as an enemy of his country.

And I'm not willing

to be seen in his company.

Fritz, I persuaded

Martin to come...

keep out of this, Freya.

It's no woman's business.

We want to know

where you stand.

We want to know whether you're

going to join the party

and work for Germany,

or herd with the

pacifist vermin

we're going to stamp out.

We want to know. Right now!

They're beating up a teacher!

Serves him right!

You want to know if I intend

to join your party.

Well, I can tell you

now, the answer's no!

What are you doing?

Never mind.

You're not going

after that fellow!

That fellow... your

lifelong friend!

Freya!

Freya!

I'm sorry you saw this,

but it can't be helped.

Leave me alone,

leave me alone!

Glasses... my glasses.

Oh, Mr. Werner, I'm

afraid they're broken.

Simka Goldman's little

man was very, very small

Very, very small

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho

He was very small, you see

When they got romantic, he

was bouncing on her knee...

It doesn't become women

to mix in public affairs.

And it's particularly

unwise for you.

What nonsense. I picked

up an old man's hat.

Listen to me, Freya.

There are changes

coming that may make

your father's position

very difficult,

and you're not helping him any

by flaunting pacifist sympathy.

What has this to

do with my father?

Oh, you mean because

his non-Aryan.

Men like my father

are above politics.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

If your party threatens

men like my father,

then we disagree more

than I'd realized.

You're taking a very

strange tone.

Surely I have the right

to ask for loyalty

from the woman I'm

going to marry.

Yes, Fritz, you have.

You have to make up your mind

to be heart and soul with me

in my convictions, or...

Or what?

Or we can't go on.

I think you're right.

I don't think I shall ever be

heart and soul with

your convictions.

I'm not going to argue

with you about it.

Women don't know

anything about politics.

Oh, let's forget it.

If I was rude, I'm sorry.

But you know these things are

awfully important to me.

But you needn't bother

your head about them.

Heil...

good afternoon, Lehman.

Good afternoon.

There's a new order.

I should say "Heil

Hitler," but I won't.

Not to you.

Thank you, Lehman.

That is unless some of the

other gentlemen are present...

or the students.

Yes, I shall understand.

Heil Hitler.

Uh, Heil Hitler.

Uh, Fritz Marlberg.

Shall we continue

the experiment

that we commenced

on the separation

of the red blood corpuscles?

And you can help me with

the centrifuge later.

Before we, uh, resume

our experiments

on the physical

composition of the blood,

are there any questions?

Well?

Is it your opinion that

there is no difference

between the blood of an Aryan

and the blood of a non-Aryan?

Those are the

findings of science.

Until now, physiology has

been unable to discover

any difference in the blood

of the various races.

Do you hear that?

It's a direct contradiction to our

leader's principle of racial purity!

It's an impudent defense

of racial degeneration,

and it's a lie!

I've given you the facts...

scientific truth is

scientific truth!

Unchangeable and eternal!

It cannot be altered to suit

the policies of the hour,

or the clamor of

immature hoodlums!

I demand that every loyal

follower of our leader

leave this room immediately!

From now on, this class

is strictly boycotted!

And those who remain do

so at their own peril.

We burn you! We burn you!

We burn you!

We burn you!

We burn you, Heinrich Heine,

because your poisonous

sentimentality

enervates the strong

soul of German youth!

We burn you! We burn you!

We burn you, Albert Einstein,

because you have advanced

a false and pretentious theory!

We burn you! We burn you!

We burn you! We burn you!

I'm sorry, but

that's my decision.

I can't accept it.

I've never thought

of anyone but you.

All these years must

mean something.

I'd be a fool to

let you end them

because of a silly

squabble over politics.

It's more than a silly

squabble over politics.

I know now I couldn't

live in your world.

It's because I know

it's going to be difficult,

but I want to help you.

But how can you help me?

You belong to this new Germany

that's come between us...

This new Germany that

persecutes my people.

Freya, I love you.

That's all that matters.

It's all over.

Freya,

there's something

I've got to say.

What, Martin?

Well, since that business

with my teacher at the inn,

things have been happening.

Two of our men at the farm

have been ordered to leave,

by uncle's shop

has been wrecked,

and most of my old

friends cross the street

when they see me coming.

Perhaps you shouldn't

be seeing me.

Why, Martin, you

can't be serious.

You're the only

friend I have left,

the only person I can talk to.

I've never felt so

completely alone in my life.

Good to see you.

That fellow with

your sister...

isn't that Martin Breitner

the veterinarian?

Yes, we forbade him

from the house,

but we'll settle this

once and for all.

Good evening.

I thought I made it clear

that you were unwelcome here.

Otto!

I forbid you to enter

this house again

or to have any further

association with my sister.

How dare you!

Be quiet. Get inside.

I think it's for

Professor and Mrs. Roth

to decide whether

I enter their house.

And I shall continue

to see your sister

until she herself

forbids me to do so.

I'll see you to the door.

Why does this have to happen?

I shouldn't have come.

It may hurt you.

Martin, they haven't gone.

They're going to wait

for you, I know.

Don't worry, I can

take care of myself.

Please don't go,

I'm frightened.

Please, Freya, go inside now.

Good night.

Be careful.

I will.

Father!

Father!

Freya! Freya, what is it?

Your father's not home.

It's Martin...

they'll kill him!

Hurry, Mother,

help me stop them!

Boys!

Please, stop it!

Otto, stop them! Boys!

For shame!

Martin, are you hurt?

No, I'm all right.

Come inside, Martin.

Oh, Martin, I'm so ashamed.

They were guests in our home,

and you're a friend.

I'll be going.

Anytime these gentlemen want

to continue their brawl,

they know where to find me.

Good night, Mrs. Roth, Freya.

I'm sorry.

I'm happy my husband

wasn't here

to see his home

disgraced by my sons.

I shall report the attitude of

your relatives toward that fellow.

You'll need to explain your

own position at headquarters.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

That settles it.

That settles it. We shall

have to leave this house.

Leave home?

Naturally. We've no

choice now.

That's Father.

Oh, I'm late.

I told you not to

wait up for me.

What's the matter?

You look tired.

You feeling all right?

Well...

something happened

tonight, Viktor,

which has convinced the boys

they must leave the house.

Leave the house?

It's the best way.

For all of us.

But, boys, this is your home.

We warned you to forbid

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