The Round Up Page #4
- Year:
- 1965
- 9 min
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We have lunatics here.
Appendicitis cases
who'd just been operated on.
And the usual children's diseases.
Measles,
scarlet fever, chicken pox...
Typhoid even.
And in the pharmacy?
Methylene blue.
And two stoves to sterilize syringes.
On the front in '14, it was better.
- You were there?
- Ambulances at Verdun.
I lost my eye there.
Where do I begin?
We just received some milk.
Under-4s only.
There's not enough to go round.
I've been a good boy.
I'm sure you have.
My teacher said so.
I believe you.
Why can't I leave then,
if I've been a good boy?
I've no idea, little man.
I don't know why you're here.
We need to tell Mummy
we're waiting here for her,
me and Simon.
We live at number 12.
Number 12, fine. I'll remember.
You have family here?
Yes, my brother's outside.
What's your name?
No Zygler,
but you can call me Nono.
Okay.
That boy's mother
died this morning.
A hemorrhage.
Poor woman died
on the way to hospital.
The boys don't know.
Which is your brother?
I am.
- Is your father here?
- He's in the free zone.
At least, I think so.
My big sister
and little brother got away.
You two are all alone here?
We're here. Their neighbors.
They're with us.
Look, Mummy gave it to me
before she went to hospital.
There's her photo inside.
Your Mummy's very pretty.
When does it begin?
What, darling?
The show. The bicycle race.
We're the only show here, Nono.
- Where are you going?
- The Red Cross. Can you help?
- Depends.
- Leave me alone!
You're trying to get out?
Are you alone here? No family?
Nobody?
Go and see the chief plumber,
Roques.
He has blank permits, Ausweis.
He can help you.
Go on.
I didn't tell you.
He can help you, too.
Why don't you ask him?
Who'd look after them?
Come on in, madam.
A fine case of chicken pox.
I never saw so many Jews.
How can they hurt us?
There's too many of us.
It's too much work.
Why are we here then?
I know where we're going.
We're going to Pitchipoi!
Where's Pitchipoi?
Near Timbuktu.
Why's everything you all say
so confusing?
to the arms factories in Poland.
There aren't any in Poland.
But there are salt mines.
I saw them when I was a kid.
You get on a little train
and go underground.
And you know what the workers
built in the salt? Do you?
Do you know?
What about you?
A cathedral. A real one.
In the salt.
With candelabra and pews.
We can build a synagogue then.
The doctor sent me.
You're the chief plumber?
Yeah.
I won't shake your hand.
- Who's it for?
- Me.
- It'll never work.
- Why not?
We got two Jews out today.
Two men, in our overalls.
With your figure...
They're not that stupid!
Give me the Ausweis anyway.
In my top pocket.
Take the pen out, too.
How do you spell your name?
Roques, with an S.
If anyone asks, say I'm your wife.
I can cope with that.
- Does that look okay?
- Let's hope so.
Now it's got my name on it.
Thanks.
And good luck.
Say it to them.
I brought my husband his lunch.
He's the chief plumber.
I'll go with you, just in case.
Hold on.
How do I look?
Full of nerve.
Let's go.
Not him!
- Who is he?
- He knows I'm Jewish.
Miss!
Well played.
Quick, before he changes his mind.
Little girl.
Thanks.
Here.
I told you.
Why'd no one listen to me?
Rachel, please, not in public.
You're always so trusting.
It's all your fault.
A father protects his family!
Rachel, be quiet.
Look around you.
I wasn't the only one.
We all trusted them.
Your father's right.
We all trusted them, all of us.
You're Protestant?
A pastor's daughter.
- Practicing?
- Yes.
I still believe.
I wanted to say...
I'd no idea what was going on here.
They gave you
no special instructions
before they sent you here?
Sure.
So, what were
their recommendations?
To stay silent
about what I saw here.
Not to mix with the detainees,
to keep my distance.
One day,
they'll be called to account.
Who?
The men who ordered this.
They'll have to pay.
You must stop your children
from gathering by the rails.
Firemen!
Water!
Water!
What do we do, sir?
There'll be a riot.
I wouldn't blame them.
Roll out the hoses!
That's an order.
What the hell's going on?
Who gave these orders?
I did.
You're here to check the hoses,
not use them!
I don't see a fire.
Roll them back up! Now!
I'm the ranking officer
in this arena.
Step back, Lieutenant.
Attention!
In the absence of a superior,
I'm in command.
And so, I confirm my orders.
Roll them out!
Fall out.
What you're doing is a disgrace.
Hooray for the firemen!
Please!
Over here!
Thank you.
Don't push!
Please, over here!
Thank you.
God bless you.
So my uncle can bring us food.
I've no stamps,
but I put 5 francs inside.
Please...
Hurry!
God bless you.
Thank you.
Gentlemen...
from many detainees.
Tomorrow,
don't report for duty.
You'll each receive a Metro ticket.
You'll go and post the messages.
As far away as possible,
If by chance you get caught,
say you're acting alone,
to protect your comrades.
Anyway, do your best.
I'm proud of you.
By the way, Cardinal Suhard...
You read his letter of protest?
"We can't hush
the cries of our conscience...
"In the name of humanity
and Christian principles... "
What do we do?
Nothing.
He didn't even make it public.
So it doesn't exist.
The Germans are here!
You bastards!
Scum!
Deaths every day,
sanitation deteriorating...
I have 100 volunteer doctors
waiting for a simple order.
Jews, I imagine.
All you have to do
is allow them in.
There's no point.
They're leaving tomorrow.
All of them. Even you.
Murderers!
It can process 8000 units per day.
As long as we finish
crematoria 2 and 3 by mid-August.
Ashes, Himmler.
We need ashes.
Ashes don't say
how many of them there were.
They don't say
if they were men, women or children.
Goodness, Wagner is so depressing!
Can't we change the music?
Who wants a cocktail?
Moi, moi, moi!
Eva, you know what I think
I don't drink, mein Fhrer.
I just think up cocktails
and test them on Dr. Morell.
Come and try my latest creation.
For heavens' sake,
don't get so close to the fire,
or you'll explode
like a Molotov cocktail.
Dinner's in 10 minutes.
It's Sauerbraten.
If you'd seen the slaughterhouses
in the Ukraine,
and the butchers
wading through blood,
you'd soon lose your appetite
for Sauerbraten.
It's nothing,
just a touch of heatstroke.
Give him plenty of fluids.
Are you okay?
Fetch her cape.
You're exhausted.
You need to rest.
Are you holding up?
Yes, for now.
You know your destination?
The Loiret region detention camps.
Beaune or Pithiviers.
I'd like...
I'd like to go with the children.
I'll support your request.
Thank you.
Get some fresh air,
you're very pale.
Want a cigarette?
Thanks, I don't smoke.
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