01x04 - Episode 4

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Come, quickly.

You, get back in line.

Please, help me.

- Where's my sister?
- Back in line.

Send this, I beg you. I beg--

Burn in hell.

I've got that.
I heard it the first time. Yes.

Let me repeat.

I placed the order.
I placed it two weeks ago.

I cannot control their end.

- I--
- Please, get on with it.

- Will do.
- Thank you.

- Yep. Thanks.
- Right.

Hi...

I'm so sorry.

Work was just...

And I think I left
my mobile there,

and there was just no parking,
so I was just,

you know, driving around
and around

and... yeah. Over it.

- You look schlecht. No offence.
- None taken.

Only 'cause I don't know
what schlecht means.

Schlecht. Maybe we should talk
another day.

No. No, I've...
I've been looking forward

- to a wafer all day.
- All right, all right.

I didn't know
what happened to you.

Oh, vodka.

American dollars.

And...

This is exquisite.

Where did you get it?

Found it.

Who's stealing from
the clothing warehouse for you?

Give me names, Rat,

and I might let you
crawl out of here.

Names!

I collect parcels.

No questions asked.
That's how it works.

- I don't have any names.
- This is disappointing.

sh*t! I don't... f*ck, I swear.
I swear I don't--

Names?

Names.

I lost him.

You don't know for sure.

It's bad news or worse news.
There's no other kind here.

What else am I going to think
after five days of nothing?

Hush your gossip.

You want us all
to get a beating?

Schwarzhuber is
on the f*cking prowl today.

You look like sh*t Baretzki.

What the f*ck?

Fredrik!

Fredrik!

- Find my son!
- Come with me.

Fredrik!

You come here now!

Follow me.

The crematoria. Shut them down!

Everyone, go, go, go!
We need to hurry, come on!

Faster! Find my son.
The crematoria! Shut them down.

Lali.

What did you do?

Which of you b*tches sits here?

She was going through my things.

You, clear this up.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Nothing should be broken.
I was careful.

Lie still a little longer.

What's going to happen to me?

I have to beat you
till you give me names.

But I will k*ll you
if you give me names.

I... I want as
little innocent...

blood on my hands as possible.

You understand
what I'm saying to you?

Two shakes. Lali, one second.

Thank you.

Hi. So sorry, Lali. How are you?
I have not stopped.

Just checking
what time you will be coming.

I should get there
by 4:30 tomorrow.

Very good. I will see you then.

- Okay. Got it.
- Okay.

Thank you.
I'll see you soon. Bye.

Bye.

- Yes, Lali.
- One thing I forgot.

It is the bins day.
Many people put them out early.

Perhaps they put them out
on their way to work,

I don't know.

So, come up Inkerman
all the way, yes?

Yes.

And then left,
so you are on my side

and there will be no bins
to bother you there...

- Okay.
- ...on that side. Yes?

I'm at work now, Lali.

- See you then. Bye.
- Bye.

- Hello?
- Are you at home?

No, I'm at the hospital.

Did you find your phone?

Yes, I do have it,

or I wouldn't be speaking
to you on it, would I?

So, I will stand in the spot,
your spot down the front, okay?

Yes, I will see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow, is it? Thursday?

Yes, Lali, it's tomorrow.
It's tomorrow.

So, good night, Heather.

All right, good night.
Good night, Lali.

Get out of there,
you f*cking thief!

Rebbetzin.

Mrs Hoffmanova?

Gisela?

Where are we? The smell...

- They took my shoes.
- Take mine.

- No, I couldn't.
- Please. It will be a mitzvah.

What happens here? The rumours.
They're true, aren't they?

Papa, Mama, the girls,
has there been any word?

Gisela, I'm sorry.

No, they... they weren't taken.
They escaped.

They are in Turkey,

they had passports coming
from Weismeyer.

The passports never arrived.

You're wrong.

- I'm sorry, my darling girl.
- No, you're wrong.

Lali may come back.

I could never forget
what that tastes like.

We always break the fast with...

butter.

Gefilte fish.

My mother makes
the best gefilte fish.

I once break the fast with...

Gita.

Use your bowl.

- Take mine.
- The guards.

Gita.

Gita, please. Gita...

Keep walking.

Move it!

Mrs Hoffmanova...

Get up. Get up.

Chazak, chazak v'nitchazek.

Yeah.

My tattooist...

He's in block 11.

Save him, please.

Keep walking.

Please.

You can ask Herr Schwarzhuber.

Please... I love him.

- I love him.
- There is no love here.

Only hate and pain.

Rot in hell, Hitler!

Lali.

I think we should stop.

Gita.

Gita.

- Gita. Gita.
- Lali. Lali.

Lali.

You survived it, Lali.

Out of bed,
you lazy bag of sh*t!

Still can't tell
when I'm joking.

No work for you today.

You are one lucky b*stard.

You must have had
a guardian angel put in a word.

I have some friends
in high places.

When I come back tonight,
we can discuss business.

I'm not sure I can carry on
with all of that.

Oh, you just watch your step
for a bit.

You got too c*ck.

- I'm always careful.
- See?

I heard somebody say
you were a rat

who just got too big
for his claws.

Who?

Just...

Just if we found out
who reported me,

I could avoid taking risks
when he's around.

You think it was me, don't you?

- No. No, no.
- You think I would betray you?

How can you even say that?

You don't trust me.

No!

Swear on this worm's life
that you trust me.

I trust you.

No. I... I swear...

I swear on his life,
I trust you.

Please.

Please. Please.

Now, go back to bed.

No work for you today,
I told you.

Orders from above.

What, you think she wants
to see you like that?

Heather.

Sorry. I feel...
I can't breathe.

You can. Or you wouldn't
be talking, right?

Sit. You're fine. I promise you.

Just call...
Can you just call me a cab?

Just call me a...

Ambulance is faster.

It was a panic attack.
I feel a bit silly.

The hours you're working,
all this time with Lali,

- writing through the night--
- I'll be fine.

Have you heard
about transference?

Darling, I've been reading
this article.

I know what it is.

Second-hand stress
is making you ill.

Look...

I can handle it.

None of the things
Lali went through,

none of it happened to me.

And to make it about me
would be a bloody insult.

Here you are. Back at last.

I just needed
a little bit of time to myself.

I've never done
anything like this in my life.

And I was not prepared
for how overwhelmed I would be,

- listening to your memories.
- Who wouldn't be?

At least if they have
one of these.

That's very generous of you.

But I didn't want you to know
I was struggling

because your story,
it's such an important story.

And I don't know
if I'm capable of writing it.

I'm actually terrified.

This is for you.
It's the first 150 pages.

You've really done it.

So... we keep going?

Yeah. Yes.

But I really want us
to be honest

about how we're coping.

If I need to go away
and write for a week,

then that's what I do.

And you can only call me
once a day.

Okay.

I like the phone, but okay.

I know.

Cilka?

Why did you help us?

What's it like?

To kiss someone you love?

I'm sorry.

I have a place... here.

It's where Cilka lives.

She reads books.

And she goes for long walks
in the woods

behind her papa's house.

And one day...

when it's safe...

I'll let her out again.

What happened to Cilka
after the w*r?

What she lived through...

The Russians took her
from the camp.

She was in a gulag, a jail,
for ten years in Siberia.

- Why?
- For collaborating.

It could have been me
taken there.

I worked for them too.

But I wasn't punished.

For what? Being brutalised?

When I think of all the things
I did in little pieces...

but you turned the pieces
into a picture.

I see a picture
of a man who was forced

to look at a dark part
of himself.

A part he didn't know existed.

A part that’s in all of us.

Come here.

Mrs Hoffmanova.

You start a new job tomorrow.

We'll be working indoors,
you and me.

- Get some sleep.
- Gita, thank you.

f*cking move.

Move it.

I love you.

You don't know me.

I am Gita Fuhrmannova.

Fuhrmannova.

Last week, I lost everything.

You, my parents...

- You don't know about...
- I found out they were taken.

My parents aren't young.

But then, I looked up.

And the sky was still there.

You've been right all along.

We must keep living.
And help others too.

Whatever it takes.

I'm all right.

I just took a little beating.

Show me.

If we ever get out of here...

where will you go?

Where will you go?

We should all find an island
where nobody can throw us out.

A paradise island.

I did find an island.

Just a little bigger
than I planned.

What about Nadya?

You know, it doesn't matter
your race or religion.

We all bleed the same
when we're shot.

Come on, you f*cking prick!

We are taking you for ice cream!

Father...

f*cking scum.

Grab the little ones
and throw them on!

What's going on?

- What's going on?
- Get off me!

Get up there!

Nadya.

- Where are they going?
- Shut up or line up!

Not the women and children.

Please, no.

- Back off!
- Please, I'm begging you.

Back off, tattooist!