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on their faces.

They were chaste.

Obedient.

No wealth,

no possessions,

no women.

No women.

They would flagellate themselves

before they put on their breastplates

and went into battle!

No.

Today, my castle is bristling with flags

that aren't mine.

A tottering spider...

ready to devour us.

He utterly repels me.

Every year, hundreds of thousands

of young men volunteer

to fight the enemy.

Youth is at the forefront

of our movement.

Youth is the very soul of our resistance.

Like your ancestors,

the Knights

of the Teutonic Order,

you will fight the barbarians

at the gate of the Reich.

- Lothar.

- You have the honor...

and the good fortune

to be on your way east.

And cradled in your hands,

you will bring us back victory.

Lothar.

And now, my young heroes,

listen carefully to me.

From this day forward,

you no longer have a mother, a father,

or a family.

From now on, you belong

to the Fhrer.

You have been given to him.

Sieg...

Heil!

- Heil!

- Sieg...

Kehrt!

We're most proud to add you to our ranks.

Welcome, Lothar.

Charge!

It's the famous Krupp 88.

It's almost a shame that there are

no planes to fire them at.

Fire.

A tank is deaf and half-blind.

You can hear it, but it can't hear you.

It's hard for you to see it all

because of the way it jolts up and down.

Also, it has big blind spots

here and here,

and it's almost totally blind

when you're right up close to it.

So, don't be afraid of tanks.

Just the opposite. Go right up to them.

Because that's when

they are the least dangerous.

All right?

Crouch down...

Here, let me help you.

OK.

All right?

Can you carry it?

There's your helmet.

Thank you.

OK?

- Let me.

- All right?

What?

Let me do it.

Wait for me, Hans.

Ready? Fire.

Traitors.

Horrible.

What is it, sir?

A bomb. At the Fhrer's headquarters.

No!

The ambulance!

Lothar, can you hear me?

Lothar. Help!

Help!

Hurry up!

Hurry up! Here!

It's all right. I'll take him.

I'll take him home.

I'll take you home.

I'll take you home.

Take it away.

Touch my hand.

Let go.

Take me away.

Let go.

Help.

Take it away.

Help.

Mommy.

Mommy.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

You swine.

Traitor.

Scum.

Fake nobility and a fake tradition.

That's not Germany.

I wish I'd turned you in a long time ago.

I had the strongest suspicion.

Exposing young men to filth like that.

You should set an example.

You're part of the conspiracy,

Like all these so-called aristocrats.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Please.

Excuse me.

He won't require any more water.

Bathing wouldn't cleanse him.

He must be given a horrible death.

Hanged with a piano wire.

We'll clean the army of all such elements,

up to the highest ranks.

The Fhrer was protected.

Thank God death wouldn't take him.

Can't you do anything?

We tried, but it failed.

This whole beautiful country

to which we've given our souls

is utterly doomed.

It's going to be wiped out

of human memory.

Our entire heritage,

even our name.

Our ancestors' names.

Wiped out! All wiped out!

No idea... Come here.

Take this...

Right up here.

Thank you.

My advice to you

is to leave immediately.

With all the chaos,

no one will stop you.

Thank you.

But I...

I can't leave the children.

No.

Go. Go now.

Don't stay. This castle

is going to be destroyed.

Everything is going to be destroyed.

Even the children.

It's, uh, my diary.

Would you please keep it for me?

It's, uh...

my life is in it.

Uh, no... part of my life.

Thank you. Keep it.

Ah, it's not important.

Excuse me.

I have to go.

Periodically, the oldest boys were sent

to fight at the front,

which was no longer far away.

This time,

Raufeisen went along with them.

Frau Netta and I remained

in charge of the younger ones.

Ooh!

Yaah!

We still played,

but the nights have grown

longer and colder

and the food even more scarce.

And the boys

grow younger and younger.

Good night, boys.

Good night, Abel.

Excellent.

This...

And this will do.

Bring it outside.

My mission calls me west.

They're expecting me in Berchtesgaden.

I have to report about my results.

Soldiers!

Your blood is our most priceless gold.

Some of it may have to return

to the earth.

You should take pride.

Blood and earth belong together.

The soil has to be

drenched with blood.

Blood is fertilizing the earth.

New generations will rise from it.

But this is my horse.

Yours? Nothing is yours.

You're a prisoner, Abel.

A K.G.

- Sieg...

- Heil!

Sieg...

Heil!

- Heil!

- Sieg...

"This whole beautiful country

"to which we've given our souls

"is utterly doomed.

Wiped out of human memory. "

"These people started a fire,

"and now their own house

is going to burn down.

"It's going to be destroyed.

Absolutely everything

is going to be destroyed. "

"Even the children. "

Along the few narrow roads

in the frozen cold of winter,

I discovered refugees

from all nationalities fleeing.

The Russians must be nearby.

It's a wild confusion...

With German soldiers

making for the front

or retreating back to the west

among the civilians.

Oh, Alf.

You're all right, you know.

You're not hurt?

You're not hurt?

I'll take you...

I'll take you...

Take you away, yeah?

Abel! Abel!

Abel.

What the hell are you doing here?

Come with us.

Soviets keep marching,

Fritz kaput!

Where are you going?

We are helping them

to track back to the west.

So they have to keep marching.

Fritz kaput!

Come with us, really.

Everybody's on his own now.

Come with us, Abel!

I can't. L... I...

I have to stay with the children.

- Ha ha!

- Children?

Children?

Good luck!

Soon, I was about to discover

that at night, too,

there were people on the roads.

They only walk by night.

I saw them in the moonlight.

Some say... these are the dead

Risen from the grave all over the east.

But I know who they are.

They are from the camps.

There were camps everywhere.

Death camps.

Nobody was to know.

But I've seen them.

Marching.

Floating in their pajamas.

Who's there?!

It's me... Abel.

Who is there?

Let me in.

It's me... Abel.

Hinei ma tov umanaim

Shevet Achim gam Yachad

Hinei ma tov umanai...

...Im,

shevet Achim gam Yachad

I sang when I got there.

I always sing.

They liked my voice,

the S.S. Officers in the Iager.

They made me sing.

"Sing, Ephraim, sing. "

Hinei ma tov umanaim

Shevet Achim gam yachad

Where... where are your parents?

Gas...

oven.

Many, many people.

All gas.

Oven. Dead.

Abel!

Shh.

Abel! Are you there?

Where are you?

I'll come back, but you stay up here.

Stay... stay quiet, now.

You hear?

My fate had led me so gently,

so carefully so long.

I had trusted her totally.

I had always followed her.

But what if all that time

I had been following nothing?

What if there was nothing there

and I was alone?

What had I done?

What am I to do with all the children

I've collected here?

What about all those bodies

strewn around?

Some in groups,

Some in brotherly embraces.

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