Boys from Brazil, The (1978)

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Hey, kid!

Hey, Ismael! Catch!

Such a pleasure to see you,
Herr Lieberman.

The pleasure is all mine,
Herr Strasser, I assure you.

I hate to bother such a famous
n*zi-hunter like yourself...

with such trifles as the rent,

but it is the
third of the month!

Quite so. You will have a check
in, uh, several days.

By all means take your time,
Herr Lieberman.

Feel free to ignore
your responsibilities

while my property
is being ruined!

We have floods all over the
building because of you!

You overload the floor,
putting a strain on the pipes upstairs!

And then they break!

The pipes upstairs break,
and I'm to blame?

Everything is connected.

The whole building
will soon collapse

because of you.

Ezra!

-You have a call from Paraguay!
-Paraguay?

This is an apartment house,
not an office building!

You have no right to bring
these heavy cabinets in here.

All right, all right!

So next time rent to
a feather merchant!

Hello?

Mr. Lieberman?

Out! You understand?

Speak a little louder!
I can't hear you!

Barry Kohler?
No, I don't think I know you.

I sent you a package with photos.

You didn't?

You sound like an American.

What are you doing in Paraguay?

I've been monitoring the
activities of a group of Nazis.

And I've identified several
of them as w*r criminals.

Well, from your books and articles.

40 years of heartbreak
and sacrifice,

and you call it junk!

Yes! Junk, junk, junk!

Herr Strasser,
we are wasting valuable time.

That is very normal.

Huge chunks of plaster are
coming down from your ceiling.

Look how I step on the ground.

Why soon I will be through
into your apartment.

Right into the lap of your
beloved wife, God forbid!

-Come.
-Don't push me!

Leave my brother and me alone!
Get out!

Come, Herr Strasser.

Esther,

the man's an idiot.

No, I'm an idiot,

for letting him make me angry.

Go on,

take your phone call.

The young man who
has just discovered

there are Nazis
in South America.

So, Mr. Kohler,

forgive the interruption.
Now, er...

I work alone, like you,
Mr. Lieberman.

Which is why I'm calling you,

you see, I'm onto something.

Mr. Kohler, it may be
a blinding revelation to you

that there are Nazis in Paraguay,

but I assure you,
it is no news to me.

And if you stay
there much longer,

there will still be
Nazis in Paraguay

but there will be one less
Jewish boy in the world.

Something's going on!

They seemed to be gathered
for some kind of operation.

A bunch of them have
been moving in and out

of Ralph Gunther's estate.

I want to know what to do next.

Get on a plane and go home.

Better still,
go to the American Embassy.

Run to the American Embassy,

and tell them to
put you on a plane.

Thank you for your advice.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Advice. Instruction.

A boy like that,

lucky to survive
one day in Paraguay.

He's been there...

some weeks.

I told him to go home
and he hung up.

What did he want?
Applause?

One, two, three...

four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two.

One, two!

g*dd*mn!
It works!

Come on, damn you!
Tune in!

Gentlemen, he's coming.

So, Gunther,

this is the moment.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

be at your ease, I beg of you.

Gunther, would
you do the honours?

Certainly, Dr. Mengele.

Mengele!

Captain Gerhardt Mundt.

Yes, yes, I have heard nothing

but the highest praise for you,
Captain Mundt.

Thank you, Herr Doktor.

Major Ludwig Trausteiner.

Thank you for coming, Major.

-Uh, Captain...
-It's all right, Gunther.

Captain Farnbach and I
are old comrades.

Are we not, Captain?

It's extremely flattering

to be remembered after
all those years, sir.

Oh, I am not so senile
or so ungrateful

that I cannot remember
a loyal officer

from the early days of the struggle.

And now for the youth.

This is Friedrich Hessen,
son of Wilhelm Hessen.

Welcome, young man.

Wolfgang Kleist.

I am pleased you are with us.

Thank you, Herr Doktor.

And Otto Schwimmer.

A great pleasure,
Herr Schwimmer.

And now to business.

Sit down, gentlemen, please.

The task before you

is the most important operation

that the Comrades Organization
has ever undertaken.

It is the vital link in a program
to which I and your leaders

have devoted many years
of enormous effort.

Your success on this project

carries with it the hope
and destiny of the Aryan race.

And that is not an exaggeration,

but the literal truth.

It is a holy mission, gentlemen.

You should consider
yourselves highly honoured

to have been chosen
to perform it.

Now for the details.

In the next two
and a half years,

94 men must die on
or near certain dates.

16 of these men
are in West Germany.

Fourteen in Sweden.

Thirteen in England.

Twelve in the United States.

Ten in Norway, nine in Austria.

Eight in Holland and six
each in Denmark and Canada.

A total of 94 assassinations.

All of these men...

will be 65 years old
when their dates come around.

Obviously, a few of them,

will already have died
of natural causes.

Yes, Farnbach?

Who are these men?

Jews?

Not one.

They're all family men.

Tax inspectors, civil servants,

school principals,
men of minor authority.

Are we permitted to
hire accomplices?

Accomplices?
I would not advise it.

Bear it in mind that
these are 65-year-old men.

Their eyesight is failing,

they have slow reflexes,

diminished strength.

I've been through Sweden quite a bit.

But I've never heard
of this place, Rasbo?

It is a village,

about 15 kilometres
from Uppsala.

That is Bertil Hedin,

the postmaster there, ja?

And by k*lling this old mail-man

I will be fulfilling the
destiny of the Aryan race?

You wish to be relieved
of this assignment, Captain Mundt?

No, sir.

Then do not question
your orders.

Simply obey them.

Yes, Herr Doktor.

I apologize.

Further questions?

The men's families are
not to be involved.

And in the case of,
say, younger wives

who might be open to romantic
overtures as accomplices,

I repeat,

the families are
not to be involved.

You will live in
a manner befitting

salesmen for large German firms.

And you will have
more than enough money

for any equipment
you might need.

It is vital that you check
in with headquarters,

on the first...

Find it!

Find it!

Sir!

All right, Lieberman,
listen to this!

By k*lling this old mail-man

I will be fulfilling the
destiny of the Aryan race?

Operator,
any word on my call yet?

Hello?

Kohler?

I thought I told you to leave!

Well, I didn't, Mr. Lieberman.

But I think you're
gonna be glad I didn't.

Doktor Josef Mengele
was here tonight.

You mean to tell me, you call
me at 3 o'clock in the morning

to tell me Doktor Josef Mengele
is in Paraguay?

I know that, Mr. Kohler!

So does my sister,
so does my landlord, and my tailor!

And now you know it, too!
My congratulations!

He came to a meeting
at Gunther's house tonight,

and the others were there, too.

Mengele's sending them out

to k*ll 94 sixty-five-year-old men
in the next 2 and half years.

What are you talking about?

94 at 65...

Two and a half years?

I can hear you, Mr. Kohler,

I just can't follow
what you're saying.

g*dd*mn it,
you don't have to believe me!

I've got it all on tape!

All over.

Europe, Canada,
the United States.

Mostly civil servants.

Okay, I'm running it down now.

It'll only take a second.

Take your time.

Old men don't go back to sleep

once they have been awakened.

Welcome, young man.

The stuff on now,
it's just a lot

of introducing and
glad-handing around.

Mengele's acting like
chairman of the board.

Will you stop asking questions

and just listen, Mr. Lieberman?

-Sit down, gentlemen, please.
-Okay, here it comes.

The task before
you is the most...

organization has ever undertaken.

Kohler?

Are you there, Kohler?

Kohler!

Your success on this proj...

Kohler?

Clean the room.

Dispose of the body.

I do not want a trace
of this vermin to remain.

Everything is all right,
you will take care of the police.

Who was the boy calling?

It does not matter.

-Perhaps you should wait.
-We wait for nothing.

The Fourth Reich
is coming, Gunther.

Our men will leave
tomorrow as planned.

k*ll him.

Is there no way of
checking this further?

All right, thank you.

The Vienna telephone exchange

says there was a
call from Paraguay.

The Paraguayans say that
no such call took place.

I have finally found a couple
of things from that boy.

Mundt!

Captain in a Death-Head Regiment.

Farnbach, a Gestapo agent.

Trausteiner!
Assistant Commandant at Dachau.

Cheap bureaucrats and murderers!

And these...

who knows?

Ezra, now,
you know you shouldn't.

Esther, after all
I've been through,

one puff won't hurt me.

These...

Oh!

Colonel Eduard Seibert.

He's Adjutant to Rausch,

the head of the
Comrades Organization.

He was in command of the...

extermination units
on the Eastern Front.

He's a real aristocrat.

What's he doing in such
undistinguished company?

Then it wasn't a hoax after all?

No.

Esther,

on the telephone, after
that boy was cut off,

I felt something.

Something in the silence.

Something alive...

and...

hateful.

Maybe I'm getting senile, hmm?

You haven't got the time.

Ninety-four

ordinary men.

Beynon!

Oh, Christ!

Mr. Beynon, so nice
to see you again.

How are you getting along?

Can't complain. Who'd listen?

May I take up
a moment of your time?

I'm so sorry, I'm
late for lunch.

Always such a
prodigious appetite!

What?

Eight times last
week I called you,

and each time you were at lunch.

Maybe you have a tapeworm?

Now, Sidney, please,

just a few moments of your time.

Oh, very well, come on.

You carry this whole damn
concentration-camp thing

pinned to your coattails.

Why do you keep
knocking yourself out?

Nothing ever pays off.

Frieda Maloney is in jail.

Frieda Maloney!

She was only a guard in a camp.

Who strangled young girls
with their own hair,

bayoneted infants.

Well, maybe she was
a despicable criminal,

but she just isn't
news 30 years later.

Sidney,

there is a plot by the
Comrades Organization,

which is the ill*gal army...

Yes, I know what it is.

It plots to k*ll 94 men
in the next two and a half years.

Jews, I suppose?

I want your European,
Canadian and American bureau

to send you clippings
of all 65-year-old civil servants

who die accidentally.

You pass them to me
and I'll do the rest.

And whose plot is this?

Josef Mengele.

He's the red herring
in this little barrel?

What a title for the
chief doctor of Auschwitz,

who k*lled 2 and a half million people!

Experimented on children,
Jewish and non-Jewish,

using twins, mostly.

Injecting blue dyes
into their eyes

to make them acceptable Aryans.

Ezra!

Amputating limbs and
organs from thousands,

operating without anaesthetics,

but with the strength of Wagner

providing an obbligato
to the screams of the mutants

he was creating!

Don't lecture me!

Sidney,

you owe me something.

Even if only to humour an old man

who once brought you a
page-one international story.

You owe me this much, Sidney.

Now I'm collecting.

Have you any idea how many men

in their mid-60s die every day?

I try not to think about it.

Save it for your wife,
Herr Doring.

What I've got is too good for her.

I can feel that, Herr Doring!

Go on, go on.

Pig!

Good boy.

Good boy.

Seibert!

News?

Good news,

our salesmen are all checked in.

The first quotas
have been filled.

Four on the exact dates.

Two a day early,
and one a day late.

Splendid! Splendid! Come.

We'll have a nice lunch.

Colonel, I will
need a full report

on all this for my records.

I've already taken care of that.

Four out of seven
on the exact dates.

They are good men.

Well chosen.

General Rausch
called me yesterday

from the Costa Brava.

Oh?

Why didn't you tell
us about Lieberman?

I did not think
it was necessary.

The General is concerned.

But Ezra Lieberman,

no one takes him seriously.

Even the rich Jews who
used to send him money

have found better ways
to ease their consciences.

The man's bank has failed.

His followers have
fallen away from him.

He's entirely
without credibility.

I just decided
it was not important.

If you'll forgive
me, Herr Doktor,

it was not your
decision to make.

You could have compromised
our agents all over the world.

And if I had told you
about Lieberman,

you would have
compromised my project.

How bad would it be if we
postponed for three or four months?

That would reduce the
outcome by 20 percent.

18 men in the first four months,

it would change the
results completely.

Assuming that there is an outcome.

It will be exactly the
results I have promised.

General Rausch

wanted to recall these six men.

Impossible!

Until we find out how
much Lieberman knows.

Impossible!

This project has a timetable
that must be observed.

-It cannot be changed.
-Herr Doktor...

Colonel, do you fully understand

what it is that I have done?

I, the outlaw,

the so-called w*r criminal.

Right here in this
godforsaken place,

I have created a
scientific miracle.

I have turned the whole
world into a laboratory.

Our laboratory.

Don't talk to me about six men.

I would send out six more
if they were caught.

And six more,

and six more, until
the task was done.

I agree, Herr Doktor. I agree.

Let's hope that we can resolve

this Lieberman business
and that you get to put

94 check marks on that
beautiful chart of yours.

Come,

walk me to the plane.

You see how

passionate I am on this subject?

Uh-huh.

To think that one day this place

will be a shrine visited
by millions of schoolchildren.

That is a nice thought.

Nice thought.

Gladbeck, 3:30, Ezra.

We'll get there,
we'll get there.

When do I ever miss a train?

Now, you know what
to do while I'm away?

Go through all those clippings,

separate them by
countries, then cities.

Try to isolate all violent crime.

Ezra, there are already
more than 100 clippings

and Beynon say
there are more to come.

Well, we have to start somewhere.

Yes, but we can't afford
to hunt for all those men.

That's why I'm going
to these cities first,

because they are closest
and the cheapest.

-It's a beginning.
-Yes, but you know that.

Remember to separate the ones

in New England from the rest.

I can cover them
while I'm on the lecture tour.

Still without any help.

Without help, without
money, without time.

What else is new?

# We fall to all the
old familiar things #

# You just forget #

# When every thing appears
to be the same again #

# There's one thing you #

# I'm more in love with you #

# It's not the feeling it will
give you for the things gone by #

# It's when you look at all
the things that make you cry #

The landlord!

-Where are you going?
-To turn that damn tape off.

Leave it! I like music.

Well, he doesn't.

He's always prowling around the
landing, listening at my door!

-Just waiting to catch me.
-Catch you? Doing what?

Just what we're doing now, love.

Mr. Harrington doesn't like any
mucking around in his house.

He has a wife and kid, you know?

Old coot! Bet he wouldn't say
no if I invited him in here.

Then maybe we'll invite him in...

later on.

Is this Frau Doring's residence?

My name is Lieberman.

Thank you.

I think she's off
the phone by now.

You her grandson?

Her son.

Herr Lieberman.

Frau Doring,

thank you so much for seeing me.

Oh! Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You are the same man
they had on television

several months ago.

The n*zi-hunter.

Frieda Maloney.

Yes.

Do you k*ll Nazis
when you catch them?

No, that's against the law.

It's much better to put them
on trial so people can learn.

Learn what?

Who they were.

What they did.

So why even catch them?

Just put it all
in history books.

Clever boy you have,
Frau Doring!

Yes. But, uh, definitely lazy.

For example, right now
he should be in his room practising.

I can't be in my room

and answer the door at
the same time, can I?

Oh, I was only teasing, darling!

Now, please,

go and practice, hmm?

Now, we can talk.

First of all,

may I express my sympathy?

Things must be very difficult
for you right now.

Thank you.

Is he your only child?

Yes.

Did your husband leave all
his money to Erich and you?

And to a sister of his.

Why do you ask that?

I was looking for a reason
behind his death.

Emil's death was an accident.

Was he a n*zi?

I did not meet him until 1955,

so I have no way of knowing.

Did he ever...

mention the name of a
Doktor Josef Mengele?

Who?

There was a considerable
age difference

between you, wasn't there?

Oh! That wasn't the
only difference!

I was 20, straight off
the farm, and he was

Mr. High and Mighty of
the Transport Commission.

Um, 43, I think he was.

Did he...

have any hobbies?

No.

Yes.

Yes, he did have one special
hobby, Herr Lieberman.

He humiliated and beat my son

at every given opportunity.

Would you like me to tell
you who really k*lled him?

God!

To set free a stupid
little farm girl,

after 22 years of unhappiness!

Do Nazis answer prayers,
Herr Lieberman?

No. That is God's business.

And I have thanked him
every night since...

he pushed Emil under that car.

He could have done it sooner.

But I thank him, anyway.

# We're home again #

# This time, for sure #

# We're home again #

# So close the door #

# And this time #

# What we've got,
let's be thankful for #

# It's cold out there #

Who the hell are you?

Come in, Mr. Harrington,

she wants to talk to you.

I'll talk to her.

That would be nice.

John!

John!

Simon, stop playing
with those puppets

and go and wash
your hands for tea.

Hello?

I'm on my way, Mother!

If you'd hold on,
I'll just get her.

Nancy!

Nancy! Telephone, Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

Come on, Nancy, you can't
spend your life in bed.

Nancy!

Good! Good!
Incredibly precise!

Everything right on schedule.

You did not have
to make the trip, Seibert.

You could have used the radio.

Not that I do not welcome

a little intelligent
company down here.

Gunther remembered
the digital clock

you admired so much in his home.

Why, thank you, my friend.

Very nice of you.

Such a rational device.

Remarkable.

There is a problem.

Lieberman.

He was in Gladbeck,
in Doring's house.

Could he possibly have
found out about Doring?

You don't know?

How could I?

The boy, Kohler?

Impossible.

Then how did Lieberman
get to Doring?

Sheer coincidence.

That's not a very scientific
explanation, is it, Doktor?

Are you interrogating me,
Colonel Seibert?

General Rausch put me in charge
of security for this project.

How can I function
if I don't have all the facts?

But you do!

A nosy, incompetent old Jew
has bumbled onto one victim.

What more do you have to know?

Any idiot could see
the next logical step.

k*ll him!

We don't want to
create a martyr!

Ridiculous!

Besides, he could have contacted
various police agencies

or intelligence services.

They would not pay
any attention to him!

If he died suddenly, they would.

Well...

then what are you going to do?

Lieberman will have to be watched
more carefully from now on.

If he seems to be getting closer
to us, a decision will be made.

We will balance

the danger of k*lling
Lieberman against the...

scientific validity
of your project.

Are you, my esteemed
Chief of Security,

telling me that a
project 20 years

and millions of dollars in
the making will be dropped

because of this insignificant,
impudent old Jew?

I wouldn't do to antagonize
me, Doktor Mengele.

I have been one of
your few supporters

since this Lieberman
business began.

And should I drop to
my knees in gratitude?

Listen to me, Seibert.

I will not permit you
to lay your failure

or your fear at my door.

I am a scientist,
I have done my job.

You are an executioner.

Do yours!

Ezra!

Ah! A reception committee!
How nice!

So, how did it go?

Oh, a very rewarding trip.

The Krassner death at Freiburn
was a genuine accident

witnessed by many people.

At Gladbeck,
I met a young housewife

who was not exactly heartbroken

by the death of her old husband.

And at Prozheim they
slammed the door in my face.

That's the way it will probably
be with most of these people.

-I know. Come, let's get a coffee.
-Yes, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Lieberman?

My name is David Bennett.

I think you know a friend
of mine, Barry Kohler?

Oh, are you the boy
who's been calling?

What news of Mr. Kohler?

None.

I know he was working with you.

That is not correct.

Well, he was in
contact with you.

How do you know that?

From letters we received.

'We'?

The Young Jewish Defenders.

Oh, that bunch of fanatics.

Kohler told me he worked alone.

Yes. And he did,
thanks to you.

After he read your books,

he decided to
change his methods.

I did not send your
friend to Paraguay.

He sent me these.

To prove that he wasn't off
on some wild-goose chase.

He couldn't identify
these three young guys,

so I traced them.

This is Kleist.

Hessen.

This is Schwimmer.

Members of a Neo-n*zi
organization in Paraguay.

This has nothing to do with me.

Does Barry Kohler's life
have anything to do with you?

Look, you have no right
to talk that way!

-Is Barry Kohler still alive?
-How do I know?

Mr. Lieberman,
Barry is dead!

You know that,

and I know that!

And that's why I'm here,

to pick up where he left off.

That means with you.

I work alone.

I'm not asking you for a job,

I simply want some
information from you.

I can't help you.

I won't leave you
until you talk to me.

I'm going to plant myself
on your doorstep,

and I'll be waiting
for you there every morning.

Now, you're stuck with me

until you give me the information
that I need.

Ezra, I got another envelope
of clippings from Beynon.

A big one.

All right, young man,

we'll talk.

Good morning.

I'm looking for the
village of Storlien.

You're going the wrong way.

Turn around and
take the south road

for about 16 kilometres.

Then bear right.
You can't miss it.

Thanks.

What are you doing
in these parts?

What?

You are not Swedish.

I come from Dortmund
originally, but...

I live in Stockholm now.

I have spent some time
in Germany myself.

Come now! Mundt!

What's happened to your memory!

My God! Major Hartung!

I knew it was you!

Can't believe it!

What in the world
are you doing up here?

It's no great story.

My sister was
married to a Swede.

And after I escaped
from the internment camp,

I hid out with them.

I am Lars Lofquist now,
inspector of the power company.

And now, what about you?

I come up here on a job,

for the Comrades Organization.

In Sweden?

My God, what's going on?

Can you tell me
or would it violate orders?

To hell with orders!
I'm sick of orders!

I'm here in Storlien to k*ll
a schoolteacher by Saturday.

But don't ask me why,
I cannot make head or tail of it.

Who is this teacher?

Lundberg? Olafsson?

Lundberg.

But I don't know
what he looks like.

He's probably a
harmless old man,

it doesn't make any sense!

It makes sense to your superiors.

Or they wouldn't have
given you the assignment.

An order is an order.

Good God, man!

You are an officer of the SS!

Have you forgotten?

'My honour is loyalty.'

Those words were supposed
to be engraved on your soul.

I know Lundberg,

I will point him out to you.

It isn't Lundberg.

And it doesn't
have to be Saturday.

No one would have
wanted to k*ll Jack.

The man was beloved.

If you had seen the
wreaths his students sent!

I have only one or two
more questions to ask.

Did your husband belong
to any international group?

Uh...

He was in the American Legion.

Rotary,

I guess that's international.

The Legion sent a Colour
Guard to the funeral.

The coffin was draped
in the American flag.

What are you doing out of bed?

I just came to get a glass
of grapefruit juice.

He's got the flu.

I thought he could stay home
a few days because of it.

This is Jack Curry Jr.

Just Jack Curry now.

Jack, you bite your tongue.

This is Mr. Lieberman.

A famous man from
Vienna, in Austria.

What's he famous for?

This is fantastic!

You know you have a double?

A boy who lives in
Gladbeck in Germany,

exactly like you!

Exactly like me?

I never saw anything like it.

Two twin brothers
could not be more the same.

Jack,

you go up to bed and I'll
bring you your juice.

-I want to find out about...
-Just do what I tell you.

When you start paying
the doctor bills,

then you can hang around
and get sick all you want.

Now just say goodbye and go.

Jesus H. Christ!
Goodbye!

You watch your mouth, young man!

It is amazing.

I thought he was this young boy

from Germany come to visit you.

Even the voice,

the look in the eyes...

Look, I don't like to be rude,
but, as you can see,

I got a lot of things to do here.

Look, I'm sure that nobody
shot Big Jack on purpose.

It was a horrible accident.

If you'll excuse me?

Hello. Is this the
Harrington residence?

Yes, this is the
Harrington residence.

Can I talk to your
mother, please?

Well, you could, but you can't.

This will only take a moment,
I promise you.

My mother isn't receiving today.

Well, perhaps if you told her...

Don't you understand
English, you a*s?

We are not at home.

Wilcox had two
married daughters.

No, no sons.

The Harringtons,

did they have any children?

What did the boy look like?

Sort of pale.

He had straight dark
hair, very dark.

Blue eyes.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Why do you wanna know
about the kids all of a sudden?

Listen, Mr. Bennett,

if you want to
ask the questions,

you pay for the phone call.

No.

Nothing.

No, I haven't found a link.

No! I'm in the dark.

I'll call you tomorrow,
I promise.

I'm coming.

I have to speak to you,
Mr. Lieberman.

Well, come in.

I was just coming to see you.

Sit down.

No, I can't stay long.

Jack Jr. doesn't know
where I've gone.

Mr. Lieberman,

my son is the only thing I've got.

You can't take him away from me.

I have no intention of...

When you spoke about
that boy in Germany, I got worried.

The lady who gave Jack Jr. to us

made us swear never
to tell anyone.

Your son's adopted?

It's just that she was
a German lady.

She was very nice, really.

I was amazed when I
read in the papers

about all the things
you said she did.

Frieda Maloney!

Oh, God!

I knew I should never
have come here.

Will you give me your word

that you do not have a recording
device in your briefcase?

Thank you.

Do you have the depositions?

I have brought one.

The agreement was that you
would provide an advance look

at all the testimony
against my client.

With particular regard to any scars,

deformity, or disability
suffered by witnesses.

This deposition is
brought in good faith.

Two others will come

if the interview should
prove satisfactory.

You realize how
unjust all this is?

Mrs. Maloney has been married

to an American
citizen for 27 years.

She has two children.

One grandchild.

I suppose this can be...

corroborated?

By the mother of the child

and three other
surviving witnesses.

We will keep the interview brief.

We will discuss only
my client's activities

in America between 1964 and '67.

You will ask nothing about
the charges against her

or about any event that occurred

during or directly
after the w*r.

One question of that nature

and I will immediately
terminate the interview.

So,

I am to speak to you about my
work with the adoption agency.

That is correct.

I don't mind.

What I did may have been
slightly ill*gal, but...

I brought happiness
to so many people

and that's what's important huh?

Now tell me, if you will,

how you came to work
for this agency.

In the spring of 1963,

I was contacted by someone

I knew in the
Comrades Organization.

Who?

Frau Maloney,
you will not answer that.

They'd helped me after the w*r

and wanted me to
return the favour

by getting a job in
an adoption agency.

Did they say why?

If you let me finish,
you'll find out.

The Rush-Gaddis agency hired me.

The Comrades Organization
was interested in rejects.

Couples who were denied children

because the husband was too old.

I was to go through the files
looking for applications

specifically those of families

with Nordic/Christian
backgrounds,

in which the husband was born
between 1910 and 1914,

and the wife

between 1933 and 1937.

The husband had to have a job
in something like civil service.

And both spouses had to be
in perfect physical health.

Did they explain
why they wanted this?

That information is not relevant.

I was expected to
obey my orders,

not to question them.

This I did,

as I always had.

About a year after
that, I was ordered

to contact several
of the applicants

and offer them
a healthy white baby boy,

complete with New York State
adoption papers.

They were to pay me $500.

After their medical certificates
had been cleared,

they would receive the babies.

We would meet at a motel
near Kennedy Airport.

That used to be Idlewild.

The babies were delivered to me,

usually by stewardesses
with Varig Airlines.

Varig?

Did the babies all
come from Brazil?

Is that important to you?

What did they look like?

They were all beautiful little boys

with black hair,

piercing blue eyes.

If you're looking for
a long-lost Jewish grandson,

he was not among them.

How many couples did
you give the babies to?

About 20.

Only Americans?

Some were Canadian.

-No Europeans?
-No.

Can you remember a Curry family?

-A Curry, yes.
-Who else?

Wheelock.

Henry Wheelock.

They gave me my dog, Schatzie.

Beautiful Doberman.

He was only ten weeks
old when I got him.

Where is Wheelock from?

New Providence, Pennsylvania.

And how long after the Currys

did the Wheelocks
get their baby?

It was 14 years ago,
I don't remember.

And what has Josef Mengele
to do with all this?

We won't answer that.

It was all a trick, wasn't it!

I know nothing of Mengele!

But you'll link me
with him, won't you?

You want your pound of flesh!

You don't care how you get it.

30 years! The world
has forgotten!

Nobody cares!

And you persist and persist!

Now why don't you
get off my back?

One more minor question.

-I'll say nothing to you!
-As you wish.

This interview has not gone

by any means to my satisfaction.

I will therefore withhold

the other two depositions
we talked about.

You lying Jewish schmuck!

You are not a guard now, madam!

You are a prisoner!

I may leave here empty-handed.

But you,

are not going anywhere.

I think Frau Maloney could
answer one more question.

When is your dog's birthday?

You are an insane old man
after all, aren't you?

Schatzie's birthday?

It was December 11th.

Have a safe trip, David.

Why...

Bye bye.

Mengele?

That was David.

He's off to New York
for his sister's wedding,

but he'll be back in a week.

Mengele...

gives babies.

14 years later,

he kills the fathers.

He kills Doring, Harrington, Curry.

And the Curry's got their
babies four weeks apart

and the fathers were
k*lled four weeks apart.

Wheelock.

Maloney's dog was born
December 11th, ten weeks...

I've already worked it out.

February the 20th.

That's only four days from now!

Wheelock,
New Providence, Pennsylvania.

How can I call Wheelock

and tell him he's
going to be k*lled

by the people
who gave him his baby?

By Josef Mengele, who's already
k*lled the fathers of at least

two other boys who
happen to be twins!

Who would believe such
a preposterous story?

Herr Doktor, how
kind of you to come!

Pleasure to be here.

Can this be little Elsa?

Yes! You remember!

Last time I saw you...

you were that high.

You had whooping cough.

No, no.

I'm going to dance with
your beautiful daughter.

Good evening. How are you?

May I present to you
my wife Gertrud?

My love, Doktor Mengele.

It is such an
honour meeting you!

We're here on a little
second honeymoon.

You're supposed
to be in Kristianstad

getting ready to k*ll Oscarsson.

Traitor!

No!

He betrayed me!

He betrayed you!

He betrayed the Aryan race!

Get a doctor!

I am a doctor, idiot!

Don't you come near him!

Shut up, you ugly b*tch!

-I thought you knew.
-Hold still, hold still.

Doctor Mengele?

Could I call you away from
surgery for one moment?

If you'll excuse me?

And why was I not told that
that man was called back?

All the men have been recalled.

Recalled?

They should all be back
here by the end of the week.

But why?

What has happened?

Lieberman visited Frieda
Maloney in prison.

Lieberman again?

Will I be plagued to my dying
day by that infernal Jew?

Maloney told him
about the adoptions.

Well, that's not catastrophic, Seibert.

She only knows about America,

the work can continue in Europe.

The Organization does not share

your optimism, Herr Doktor.

But all Lieberman has are a few

paltry shreds of information

he could not possibly
piece together.

18 of your subjects have died.

That means that,
according to your figures,

we can be sure of one,
perhaps even two success.

And if my calculations are wrong?

And there's only one
chance in 20 or 30?

No, Seibert,

the men must go back.

They can't.

The operation has
been terminated.

Terminated?

By whose authority?

General Rausch,

and the Colonel's.

I told you.

I told you from the
beginning, k*ll him.

k*ll him!

It would have been so easy!

It has gone beyond Lieberman,

we don't know who
else is involved.

You have betrayed me!

You are all a bunch
of selfish old men

who have lost your courage!

You only want to bask in
the sun in your old age!

And if your Aryan grandchildren

have to live in a world
which is run by Jews

and Blacks and
Orientals and Slavs,

you could not care less!

Your operation has
been cancelled.

No!

Your operation has
been cancelled.

Mine continues.

Heil Hitler.

This Mengele was
sort of a primitive geneticist

in his own way, wasn't he?

I understand that he
experimented on human beings.

Twins.

Then he was nothing more
than a sadist, really.

A sadist with an MD and a PhD.

Well, some people would say

that's a perfect
definition of a scientist.

What exactly do you
mean when you say

the boys you saw
were more than twins?

Ah, not only did they look alike

but they were also
very alike in personality.

That is unusual.

Studies showed that twins
who are separated at birth

develop totally different personalities.

But these twins, or perhaps
I should say triplets,

because I believe that
my associate saw another,

were like the same people,

but brought up

with different languages.

It's impossible, of course.

Excuse me, Doctor,
but what is impossible?

What is impossible, Doctor?

Mono-nuclear reproduction.

Oh, Doctor.

Cloning.

What if I were to
tell you that I could

take a scraping of skin
from your finger

and create another
Ezra Lieberman?

I would tell you not to waste
your time on my finger.

Anyway, that is cloning.

It was first done with plants.

A cutting taken from a
plant and transplanted

grew to be the exact
duplicate of the donor plant.

Now we are doing the same
thing with laboratory animals.

You mean you can produce
an animal from itself?

We take the unfertilized egg
of an ovulating female

and destroy all of its genes
and chromosomes.

We then implant the nucleus
of the donor cell,

which could be taken
from a blood sample,

or even a skin scraping.

That cell, with its
genetic material intact,

eventually becomes an embryo

and is born as a
living creature.

Without parents?

Well, it has no father

because the egg was
never fertilized.

No mother,

because its genetic code
comes from another being.

Can you follow that?

And this creature
is an exact duplicate of itself?

Oh, Doctor, how can that be?

Come along.

Our experiments began with
the simplest of animals:

shrimps and frogs.

Animals in which
the female's eggs

are fertilized externally.

Then we moved on to mammals.

We tried several
laboratory animals

and found the rabbit
most convenient.

I had to develop instruments

which could accomplish
the operation

and a whole micro-injection system.

I'll show you how it's done.

Here we are removing the
eggs of a white rabbit

from the Fallopian tubes.

Now you see the egg
under a microscope.

I have brought

the point of an ordinary
sewing needle into view

to give an idea of the size.

They are that small?

Most mammal eggs are about that size.

-Including human eggs?
-Yes.

The next step is to destroy
the egg nucleus

with ultraviolet light

so that none of its
genetic make-up remains.

Now you see an egg

from a white rabbit
ready to be injected

with the blood cell from
a black rabbit donor.

With the injection pipette

one of the blood
cells is sucked up

and then injected into the egg.

After a few hours,

the eggs in culture divide

and are ready to be put
back into the female.

There they grow into embryos

which, in a month's time,

the normal gestation period,

they will become baby rabbits.

In this instance,

a black litter from
a white mother.

Their black colour proves

that they have been cloned

from the blood cell
of a black rabbit.

But isn't it difficult to get
the egg back into the female?

Transferring the
eggs isn't a problem.

We do it all the time
with laboratory animals.

The really tricky part
is the microsurgery.

Getting the donor
cell into the egg.

You're lucky if one in ten survives.

And this can be done
with humans?

If the surgical technique
were precise enough.

-It's monstrous, Doctor!
-Why?

Wouldn't you want
to live in a world

full of Mozarts and Picassos?

Of course, it's only a dream.

Not only would you
have to reproduce

the genetic code of the donor,

but the environmental
background as well.

Is Mengele trying to
reproduce himself?

No.

He has brown eyes

and he comes from a
very wealthy family.

Let's examine

the family background
of the donor.

The father is 65 years old.

A civil servant.

The mother is 42, you say?

She dotes on the child.

Spoils.

The boy is...

pale.

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

Spoiled.

Right?

Now,

Mengele would certainly know

every social and
environmental detail

would have to be reproduced.

Thus if the parents
were divorced

when the boy was ten,

this would have to be arranged.

Doctor Bruckner,

the one who is cloned,

the donor.

He has to be alive, doesn't he?

Not necessarily.

Individual cells
taken from a donor

can be preserved indefinitely.

With a sample of Mozart's blood,

and the women,

someone with the skill

and equipment could breed
a few hundred baby Mozarts.

My God,

if it's really been done...

What I'd give to see
one of those boys!

Herr Lieberman?

Herr Lieberman.

Not Mozart, Doctor.

Not Picasso.

Not a genius who would
enrich the world...

but a lonely little boy,

with a domineering father,

a customs officer,

who was 52 when he was born.

And an affectionate,
doting mother

who was 29.

The father died at 65,

when the boy was nearly 14.

Adolf Hitler.

Colonel Seibert!

You Lieberman?

Ja.

Come on in.

Okay, boys.

Beautiful dogs!

Tear the throat out of anyone

who even looks cross-eyed at me.

I guess you can see
why I didn't exactly

wet my pants when you said
someone was out to get me.

Ja.

Take off your coat.

Very impressive.

Yeah.

My son took those pictures.

Very good!

Very good.

A little artsy-fartsy,
if you ask me.

Is your son at home?

No. He's in school.

And, uh,

Mrs. Wheelock?

-Is she at home?
-She's still at work.

So, you're the guy who got
that n*zi Eichmann?

I located him.

It was the Israelis who
did the actual kidnapping.

How much you get for that?

Nothing.

I did it for the satisfaction,
I hate all Nazis.

I don't know about Nazis.

It's the n*gg*r*s
we gotta worry about.

Why are these Nazis after me?

Well...

I find it...

very hard to talk.

Don't worry about them.
They won't bother you.

Unless you bother me.

I was attacked by a dog
when I was a child.

A German shepherd.

And I still feel uncomfortable
with a dog in the room.

Jesus! You're like
my neighbour Wally.

I mean, he won't
walk up the driveway

unless the dogs are locked up.

Okay.

Come on, boys, in you go.

There's no other way
that they can come in?

No.

Thank you.

I feel much better.

Hey!

Put your hands up.

What the hell are
you up to, anyway?

Is there a basement
in this house?

Yeah.

Take me to it.

Do you have any
pictures of your son?

There's an album on the table.

What do you want them for?

Please do not worry,

I am very anxious to
see him and talk to him.

I am the doctor
who delivered him.

Open the door.

Go down the stairs,
Mr. Wheelock.

Now listen, I don't give
doodley-sh*t about Jews or Nazis.

Good!

Tell me, please,
which way to Quarryville?

Down here to the end
of the exit.

You'll be on 30. Make a left,

it'll take you straight
into Quarryville.

Thank you.

Quiet, damn you!

Bobby!

Dear, dear boy.

Mr. Wheelock?

Mr. Wheelock?

Mr. Wheelock!

Mister...

You.

Herr Lieberman!

Get up, Jew!

Up!

Up!

Yes...

I am going to k*ll you.

But I want you to go to your
death with the knowledge

that all your efforts
have gone for nothing!

I have the money
and I have the will

and no one can stop me!

Did you k*ll Wheelock?

No,

he's in the kitchen,
mixing us some c*ck!

You know what I saw on the
television in my motel room

at one o'clock this morning?

Films of Hitler.

They're showing
films about the w*r.

The movement!

People are fascinated!

The time is ripe!

Adolf Hitler is alive!

This album is full
of pictures of him.

Bobby Wheelock and 93 other boys

are exact genetic
duplicates of him.

Bred entirely from his cells.

He allowed me to take
half a litre of his blood

and a cutting of skin from his ribs.

We were in a biblical
frame of mind

on the 23rd of May, 1943,

at the Berghof.

He had denied himself children

because he knew
that no son could flourish

in the shadow of so
God-like a father!

But then he heard

what was theoretically possible,

that I could create
one day not his son,

not even a carbon copy,
but another original!

He was thrilled by the idea!

The right Hitler
for the right future!

A Hitler tailor-made

for the 1980s, 90s, 2000!

k*ll! k*ll!

Go away!

Off!

No more g*n?

Holy sh*t!

Bobby!

Bobby.

My dear, dear boy!

You cannot...

possibly imagine how
happy I am, how...

joyous I am,

to see you standing there so...

fine and strong
and handsome!

Call these dogs off, Bobby,
call the dogs off, please.

I am an old friend of the family.

In fact, I am the doctor
who delivered you.

And I stopped by,
having just returned from abroad,

and he let me in.

And then he pulled out a g*n!

Fortunately, I was able
to overpower him.

Now call them off, Bobby,
call them off.

Please.

Cut!

Cut, how clever!

I said, 'Off',
and I said 'Away',

and I said, 'No g*n, no more g*n'.

Then you had the g*n.

No! He had...

They're trained to attack
anyone carrying a g*n!

They were locked up...

The dogs are never locked up.

Bobby,

my dear, dear...

Action!

Cut! Cut!

They won't listen to you.

I...

Bobby, that man is your enemy.

Do not listen to him,
I beg of you!

Call the police.

Yeah.

By all means, do so, Bobby.

But first there are some things
about yourself you must know.

What do you mean?

If I prove to you
that I know you

better than anyone in the world,

better even than
your own mother,

will you listen to me?

You are a clever boy,

are you not?

You do not do well in school,

that is because
you are too clever.

Too busy thinking
your own thoughts.

But you are much smarter
than your teachers, huh?

My teachers are nowhere.

You are going to be the world's

greatest photographer,
are you not?

Have you ever felt superior
to those around you?

Like a prince among peasants?

I feel different from
everyone sometimes.

You are infinitely different.

Infinitely superior.

You were born of the
noblest blood in the world.

You have it within you
to fulfil ambitions

a thousand times greater

than those of which
you presently dream!

And you shall
fulfil them, Bobby!

You shall!

You are the living duplicate
of the greatest man

in history.

Adolf Hitler.

Oh, man, you're weird!

Bobby, I'm telling
you the truth!

-You have the strength...
-Find... your... father.

What?

He k*lled... your... father.

Bobby! Listen to me!

It was this vicious Jew,

your sworn enemy!

He k*lled your father,
and he came here to k*ll you!

Bobby!

Let me protect you!

All your power will burst forth
when the time comes,

when you grow older!

And you see the world
engulfed by human garbage!

When you feel this urge
rising within you

to save your own Aryan
folk from extinction!

Then you will rejoice
in your heritage

and bless me for creating you!

Bobby!

You must understand,

your parents are
of no importance!

They were chosen for you!

Now that they have
served their purpose,

they must disappear
from your life!

Bobby!

Bobby!

You freaked-out maniac!

Print!

Bobby...

Holy sh*t!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Shoo, man.

Get outta here.

Out.

I think you'll die if I don't call
an ambulance for you.

I could just go out right now.

My mom won't be home until late.

You'll be dead by then.

If I call the police,

will you tell them what I did?

Okay.

Shake.

Come on, shake!

Okay, you got a deal.

I'd like an ambulance and a police car

to come at the
Wheelock residence

on Old Buck Road, please.

Hey, man, this is an emergency!

A heavy-duty emergency.

David!

What a surprise!

Which assassin was it,
Mr. Lieberman?

I thought you went to a wedding!

No more deception now.

No more blind alleys.

It was Mengele.

He's dead.

It's over.

The Doring boy isn't dead yet.

Neither is Simon Harrington or...

Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock.

It took a little time,

a little backtracking,
a visit to Dr. Bruckner.

But now we know...

everything.

And what are you
going to do about it?

k*ll the boys.

Brilliant man, that Mengele.

I suppose he had all
94 of those names

and addresses memorized.

Now you are trying to fool me.

You have been
searching the room.

He must have had a list.

He did.
Now I have it.

Give it to me.

Why?

We have the right
and we have the duty.

To do what?

k*ll children?

Give me that list.

You will have to
take it from me.

And, when you do,
you can add my name to the list.

I don't mean you any harm.

You will have to k*ll me, David.

The first of those
boys that you touch,

I will turn you and your entire

organization over to the police.

I will do that.

You would protect Hitler?

No.

I will not

slaughter the innocent,
and neither will you.

A fanatic you may be,

but a m*rder*r of young
children you are not.

You know, there is a nurse here,

an angel of mercy
called Miss Hanrahan,

who actually gives me cigarettes.

You know what she said
to me the other day?

She said, 'Mr. Lieberman,
if you can escape Buchenwald',

'and you can escape those b*ll*ts,

then a few cigarettes
will not hurt you.'

Isn't that a nice thing to say?

Man!