- That's all I could find.
- They just announced
the Germans and Soviets have signed a pact
dividing our land between them!
Poland is no more!
- Go tell the others.
- I will get the supplies. - Thank you.
- Bobby!
- Aaah!
- Mama?
Excuse me sir but...
Why did you come out of this house?
- I live there.
Who are you?
- I'm sorry they--they changed all the names of the streets.
I--I must have the wrong address.
- Amen.
Amen.
Corpus Christi.
- Raus!
Into the street!
All of you!
- Attention, Poles!
From now on,
you'll be working to contribute to the German war effort.
Work hard, and no harm will come to you.
Of course, take whatever you want.
- You.
You.
You, you.
And you.
Into that truck over there.
You heard what the Major said, move!
The commandant...
Irena, get back to work.
- Now what seems to be the problem?
If a worker faints,
it endangers the efficiency of the entire plant.
I won't have that. - Yes, Herr Major...
- Herr Major, please, you can ask anyone.
I have been working here for more than a year.
I'm a very good worker.
- I am responsible for a certain amount of production,
quotas, efficiency.
Do you even understand those words?
If she can't keep up with the work, get rid of her.
- Of course. - Herr Major, please.
I swear on my mother's life I was raised
to work hard and well.
I will... double up my efforts.
- What is your name?
Your name? - Irena Gut.
You must be of German descent with a name like Gut.
Your features... Ja.
Definitely Germanic.
- I never knew my family on my father's side.
I was simply called Irena Gutowna.
- Hmm!
Well, I admire your honesty.
- I have nothing to hide.
I'm a very good worker.
- You're not going back. You're finished here.
- No, Herr Major, please, I will do any--
- The work is too difficult for you.
- No, if you'll just let me--
- How are you at kitchen work and serving food?
- Uh... yes, even though we had servants,
my mother raised me in all aspects of housework.
- Food preparation?
Sewing?
Laundering? - Yes, Herr Major!
- Yes, Herr Major.
Da.
How's your food?
- You do very well, Irena, efficient work.
- Thank you, Herr Schulz.
I will see to the dishes now.
- Leave them for a while, you need something to eat.
Sit down.
Take your time, chew your food.
No one's chasing you.
You remind me of my daughter.
The same age as you.
Now, Irena...
in addition to your kitchen and dining room duties,
you will be in charge of supervising the Jews
who work in the laundry,
as well as being responsible for all tailoring
for both the officers and the female secretaries.
I suspect that the Jews have lied
about their tailoring ability.
We'll expect to see a marked improvement
in their performance.
Your survival in this new position will depend on that.
Is that clear, Irena?
- Yes, Herr Schulz.
- These are difficult times for all of us...
I used to be an innkeeper.
Now I work for the Major.
He used to be a factory manager.
He can be harsh.
Do you know how one survives this sort of change in destiny?
You look down.
You look neither to the left nor to the right, nor up,
nor even straight ahead.
You look at your own two feet taking one step at a time.
What I mean is...
you worry about you.
You take care of you.
You know only what you need to know and the rest,
you will be like one of the monkeys.
Hear nothing, see nothing, speak nothing!
- Hello.
My name is Irena Gut and from now on,
I will be in charge here.
I'm sorry to say that the officers and secretaries
are not happy with the tailoring that's been done so far.
In fact, my superiors,
Herr Schulz and Major Rugemer himself have suggested
that maybe you've been lying about your tailoring abilities.
- Oh no, Fraulein, quite the contrary.
We were, you know, before the war, expert tailors.
- Yeah. - All of us.
- Yeah, maybe we worked a little bit--
- I'm not here to inform on anyone.
Our survival in these positions will depend on
how well we do our new jobs.
I exaggerated to the Major my tailoring abilities and...
I suspect some of you may have done the same.
I was studying to be a nurse.
- I'm a nurse.
I was.
My name is Clara, Clara Bauer.
- I am Tomas Bauer, her husband.
My wife, she was, she still is, an excellent seam person.
- Seamstress.
One of the best. Clara, tell the Fraulein
- I'm not "the Fraulein."
I lost my home, I've lost my family.
I'm a Polish girl who is a forced labourer,
just like you.
- Oh, with all due respect, Miss Gut,
you're not "just like us".
We--we are Jews.
They have different things in mind for us
than they have for you.
They've made--they've made raids into the Ghetto.
We've heard all different kinds of rumours.
- Yes, Lazar, rumours!
But we all have jobs.
We're necessary workers,
as all of us have a background in tailoring.
- The girl is right.
We have to do good work or we won't be
so necessary to them.
And as I said, I'm a nurse,
and my husband Tomas is an accountant.
- I'm, uh, Moise and this is my wife, Zosia.
We were just married.
I was in my last year of medical school.
- I'm Lazar, Lazar Haller. And...
this is my wife, Ida...
- Not tailors either, I'm afraid.
- Yeah.
- Alex Rosen.
Even less of a tailor than them.
- Abram Klinger.
I'm a music teacher.
- Joseph Weiss.
If you need a lawyer, I can be of help.
Otherwise...
- Marian Wilner... chemist.
- My name is Fanka Silberman.
I love to draw.
- Oh, sh-she's very good.
- What am I supposed to do for workers, huh?
That I can just get a whole new factory
full of inexperienced people and, and meet my quotas?
- Rugemer, it's because you're my dear friend
that I'm telling you all of this.
Don't rely on your Jews.
Find substitute workers, Poles, like your servant here,
people like us.
- But trained factory workers are very difficult to find.
- Within a few months,
I regret to say there won't be any left in this area.
Get used to the thought, Rugemer.
Find replacements.
The potatoes...
are excellent.
Paprika?
- My mother's recipe.
- Your mother must be a wonderful cook.
- Fraulein?
Why do you pass me by?
- Major Rugemer complained that the produce was wilted, so...
- Mine comes straight from the farm, Fraulein.
Look.
How much do you need?
- For the Major,
for the Officer's mess and secretaries, that's fifteen,
then eleven in the laundry.
- Laundry workers?
You give fresh produce to Jews?
- Yes.
- You must be more careful in what you say, Fraulein.
It isn't safe.
Do you understand?
- Off the streets!
Off the streets right now!
Fraulein, get off the street.
Get off the street!
Off the streets right now!
- Get off the street!
Come on you Jew pigs!
She's just a baby! Please!
She's just a baby, please!
- Come on!
Keep them moving!
Sturmbannfuhrer Rokita.
- What? - She's just a baby, please.
- You are afraid the baby might be hurt?
- Yes, Your Honour. - Ah.
Your Honour?
Very polite.
Very respectful.
Oh!
Baby, may I?
Hmm!
Oyoyoy, little baby.
Hmm!
Hmm?
- No!
- No--
- N--
- Keep them moving.
Come on!
Keep them moving!
- Irena, bring--
- I have seen things, Herr Schulz.
Terrible things, horrible things.
- Don't tell me.
I don't want to know.
And if you know what's good for you,
you'll forget everything you've seen.
Now pull yourself together and go out there
and serve dessert.
- But I...
But I... They...
- I don't want to know.
You're going to serve dessert now, Irena.
Do you understand me?
You're going to serve dessert and you're going to remember
what I told you about your survival here.
Because sometimes, survival means serving dessert.
Well, if not for the roads,
this place would be barren.
Otherwise, it couldn't have gone more smoothly today.
Ah!
Kasekuchen , my favourite.
How did you know?
Mmm!
Next step, we'll hit Staroskolnastrasse.
Mm-mmm! Really delicious!
Really Irena, you're one to marry!
No screams...
No one is screaming.
- Sturmbannfuhrer Rokita, there is no one there!
- What?
Give me that.
Search everywhere!
Everywhere, do you hear me?
I want every vacant building sealed up hermetically!
I don't want a mouse to be able to find a hiding place!
It's not just end results, Rugemer.
But it's the technique, the genius of it.
It's the application of modern science
to a political and social disease.
- I run factories, my friend.
I am not a philosopher.
- This isn't philosophy.
It's good German engineering.
At first, nothing important, you have to wear a star.
Who's going to fight about a star, hmm?
Then you ban them from public parks.
All right, inconvenient.
But no one's going to start a rebellion
because they can't walk their dog in the park.
Then you ban the dog.
Each time, the circle constricts just a little more.
Each time, you make them believe
that a piece of paper can save them.
A piece of paper that only you can give them.
Each time, they get that much more used to standing in lines
and doing exactly as they're told.
Use them for labourers, by all means.
Get some good out of them.
Make them less resistant, more pliable, more cooperative.
Until we use them up.
Until there's nothing left.
Until what's left is just something you'd throw away.
Mmm!
Ah, bread!
So warm!
- Give me strong workers to fulfill my quotas,
not worn out ones.
My factory needs to be efficient.
- You think you have quotas?
I assure you it's nothing compared to the pressure
we in the S.S. are under.
I have until July 22nd to make sure
that this entire sector is Jew-free.
After that,
if there's a single living Jew left in Tarnopol...
I can kiss my promotion goodbye.
- To kill everyone?
Everyone in the work camp?
The entire ghetto?
- You think any of it makes any sense?
They're madmen! Murderers!
- Tomas is right.
Maybe they're just going to hit one street or another but--
- Rokita told the Major.
I heard him myself.
And this morning, he told me he would be getting...
eleven replacements... July 22nd.
Please, you have to believe me.
- Why would they replace us?
We are necessary workers!
- What is necessary to them is to get rid of all the Jews!
And when they finish, they'll start killing Poles...
anyone they think is not of the Master Race.
You have to find a place to hide!
- Irena, if we had a place to hide,
we'd be hiding.
- I've been waiting for you, Irena.
Where have you been?
- I--I was in the laundry to go over the work schedules--
- You won't have to worry about that from now on.
Your services won't be required here any longer.
- But why?
I--I think I've been a good worker.
- Enough! I'm not asking, I am telling you!
I am going to be moving out
of these bachelor officers quarters.
I expect to be doing a good deal more entertaining
and I need something more... sumptuous.
I have commandeered a villa at the end of town
and I want you to be my housekeeper.
You will have... soldiers, painters
to do the heavy lifting and cleaning.
You... will be in charge.
You can start to work as soon as
the present tenants have left, July 23rd,
and then you will have 2 weeks
in which to get the place in shape.
- Yes.
Yes, of course, Herr Major.
I saw a place where I can hide you.
- Where did you find such a place?
Where no one would ever think of looking for you.
In the house
of one of the highest ranking German officers in Tarnopol.
- What? That's insane.
Why don't you just hand us over to the Gestapo?
- I have nothing else to offer.
There is one problem, though.
There's a Polish family who's renting the villa
from the authorities.
The Major is giving them until the 23rd to move out.
- Oh...
And the German plan to eliminate us
and every other Jew in Tarnopol is on the 22nd...
- Exactly.
- So we have to find a place to hide for this gap.
- Yeah...
If you can think of something better, tell me.
The Major is going out to a theatrical performance
on the 21st.
While he's out, I can get you in.
- And how will you get us out?
- I have not thought of that yet.
- Don't you think you should?
- I think if we thought any of this through at all,
we wouldn't do it.
We would be out of our minds to even consider such a thing.
- Irena?
What are you doing here?
- Herr Schulz, uh...
Well, I just want to turn down the Major's bed and then...
Well, he probably showered,
so I should clean it before he gets back.
It will be fresh for the morning.
- Where are the towels?
- Uh, the towels, Herr Schulz?
- You should lay out fresh towels as well.
Proper turn-down service.
Fresh towels.
Do you understand?
- Yes, I will get some right away.
- Hmm.
- Here.
See you tomorrow night.
- Where are your laundry workers?
My manifest shows me that you have...
eleven Jews working in your laundry.
- Herr Lieutenant asked you a question.
Where are the Jews from the laundry?
- I don't know.
They're not in the laundry, I assure you, Lieutenant.
I locked the room myself.
- They probably were rounded up with the office workers
this morning.
In fact, I'm sure they must have been.
- If the Lieutenant wishes to search the Laundry,
I have the key.
- Of course, if you simply sign off on the fact
that they were rounded up with the others this morning,
you'll save us all a lot of trouble.
But that's up to you.
On the other hand, if you can't find them,
you might be the one who will be held responsible.
- Yes...
I'm sure as you say...
they were rounded up this morning.
Thank you.
- I don't want to know anything.
Good luck in your new position, Irena.
And good-bye.
- Will you be going out again this evening, Major?
- No...
there's no place to go tonight.
No place to get away from the noise.
I'm going to go to bed early.
I overdid it a bit last night, I'm afraid.
Take off your shoes.
Here, help me.
No noise, no lights.
And the windows.
Uh, careful with the corners.
I will go get something nice and cold for you to drink,
and some food.
OK, let's go!
- So, after lunch, we start cleaning the attic?
- No, the cellar, first.
I would like you to install an electric light, please,
with one switch in my room, one in the kitchen
and one down here.
If I have to go down here in the dark,
I don't want to break my ankle.
- Sure.
Good night, Fraulein Gut.
Tomorrow the attic, yes?
- Yes, perfect!
- Well...
at least it doesn't look like a pig sty anymore.
Hmm?
- Thank you, Herr Major.
- At any rate,
it's going to be so much easier for you from here on out.
I'm going to move an orderly in to help you
with the heavy work, a soldier.
He'll be at your command and he can sleep in the cellar.
- But you can't! Uh...
- I can't?
I can't what? What are you talking about?
- Sir, I--I know I have nothing to fear from you.
You are a cultured and a mature man but...
I had a bad experience with soldiers...
Soviet soldiers and...
Under the same roof with a soldier,
I would be terrified the whole time.
- Don't be an idiot.
There's far too much work for one person.
I'm having many people for dinner the first party alone.
You can't possibly do all the work for them!
- But I can, you will see!
I know how to run an efficient kitchen.
And an orderly would only be in the way.
- I'll give you one chance and one chance only.
But if you can't keep up at this party,
the next day, my orderly moves in.
- Danke shoen.
You want some caviar?
It's very good.
Thank you, Irena.
Are you enjoying the party?
- I will get some more.
- My guests are getting a little impatient, Fraulein.
We must be sitting down for dinner soon, ja?
- Yes, Herr Major.
- Good.
- Rugemer! - Ah!
- Salad!
- One second, one second...
Yeah, OK!
Go! Go, go, go!
- Good! OK!
Bon appétit!
Enjoy!
- Oh, listen, it's a strudel.
It's ready to cook, 20 minutes in the oven.
- OK! - My grandmother's recipe!
Ah, here we are!
Irena, the strudel!
- Coffee, Herr Major? - Yeah, please, thank you.
- Well, thank you again, lovely party!
- And the strudel was divine.
- Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves.
- Good night. - Good night.
Hmm...
Amazing.
- I'm almost done, Herr Major.
- Huh!
I swear... you've done the work of six people.
- Thank you.
- Are you...
Are you like Cinderella, then, hmm?
With an army of mice that are your secret footmen
and scullery maids?
Hmm? - No, sir...
I'm just aware that in order to keep this position,
I must prove to you my efficiency in the kitchen.
- Ah...
Well...
your service tonight has been satisfactory, Irena.
Efficient and satisfactory.
So, for the time being,
we can do without an orderly.
Good night. - Good night.
We did it!
- Now have some water.
- Irena?
Irena? Open up!
No need to lock up every time.
- Thank you.
- I only found this.
- Why didn't you tell me about our guests in the cellar?
And don't pretend as if you didn't know.
- Uh, know what, sir? - I want them exterminated.
- Major I have no idea--
- I don't want a trace of them down there!
- But I honestly-- - The rats!
- The rats?
- Filthy, disgusting, disease-ridden rats!
And don't you tell me that you haven't heard them!
Your room is right above them in the cellar
and I've heard them, I can assure you.
You should have--
you should have seen to them when you cleaned the place!
- You're right. I--I've been meaning to say something.
- I can't tolerate even the thought of them!
They have to be gotten rid of, the sooner the better.
Top to bottom.
- Yes, that is exactly what should be done.
But you must give me some time, please, Herr Major.
- Time? Time for what?
- Well, there are vegetables,
which have been so hard to come by.
You know how you demand fresh vegetables.
They are hard to find these days.
Simply give me the time to have it moved.
- Just... kill... the rats!
Do you understand?
Kill... those rats! - Yes, Herr Major.
This time, I don't know.
- Maybe... - Maybe what, Abram?
- Maybe things aren't as grave as they seem.
- I'm glad you think so.
And when the exterminators come?
- What I mean is... it was a Jewish house.
- Hmm?
It was built by Jews.
- So?
- So, there must be a hiding place!
- That's right! - Yeah.
No Jew would have built a villa like this without a room,
big enough to hide his entire family!
- There has to be one here. - Yeah.
- I found it!
- Abram, can you see where it leads?
- Not yet!
- Abram, are you all right?
- Could he have come out on the street?
Could the Germans have seen him?
- Rats!
- What?
- Rats!
- That's all you found?
- No.
- We are in the gardens, somewhere.
- We're next to the gazebo.
- It's perfect.
Not just till they finish fumigating,
but we can be safe here.
- Yeah. - It's a real hiding place.
- Mm-hmm.
- Irena, if you can get us some electrical wire,
I can rig up an alarm bell.
- Mm-hmm.
- There are some spare mattresses in the cellar.
We can bring those here.
- Yeah. - And soap and water.
- Maybe some newspapers
so we can read something of what is happening outside.
- Yeah.
- Maybe some books. - Oh, yeah, books.
I miss books so much!
- We can make a chess set.
Perhaps we could get a deck of cards.
- Chess? Cards?
This is not a resort hotel.
- A hotel?
We live in a coal bin,
completely cut off and scared to death
about what could be happening to our families on the outside.
So if Tomas asks for some chess set or maybe a book,
suddenly for you, that's a resort?
We had things... Tomas and I!
We had a house as beautiful as this villa!
And china and drapes and parties!
- Well I could bring the papers down
after the Major's done with them and...
I--I can get a deck of cards,
I'm sorry, I didn't think--
- No, you--you have nothing to be sorry about.
Without you, we'd all be dead.
- He's right. - Yeah.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Oh, you're always the lucky one!
- It's fantastic!
- Welcome, Irena, to our humble home!
- What's that? Storage?
- We've christened it the honeymoon suite.
There are 3 married couples here so, you know....
We only have water,
but... the occasion calls for something.
OK. - Here you are.
- Thank you. - So...
Guys, L'Chaim!
- L'Chaim!
- To life. - Yeah.
- L'Chaim!
- You're the lady from the square,
the--the vegetable seller. - Yes, from the market.
- Oh, well, we have all the vegetables we need,
and I'm expecting the fumigators anyway
so I have no place to store them.
- I understand.
I've been watching your house.
You're hiding Jews here.
- That is a filthy lie!
I--I work for a very important German officer--
- My husband is a Jew.
I've been hiding him myself,
but it's only a matter of time before he's found.
Please, you've got to take him in.
- Henry Weinbaum?
- My God... he worked for--
- He worked for Rokita himself!
He was his butler after he had to leave
his profession as a printer.
Couldn't work as a printer.
- That's why Rokita has been looking for him like a madman.
He takes it as kind of an insult
that his personal Jew has been able to escape.
- Well, wonderful.
We'll bring the most wanted Jew in Poland down here.
I say it's out of the question.
- I agree.
- I know it's a tragedy,
but we cannot hide every single Jew in the cellar.
- Henry Weinbaum... already knows we are here.
So they catch him, don't you think they will ask
what other Jews are in hiding and where?
And don't you think Rokita would make it his own business
to get every bit of information out of him?
- Henry Weinbaum.
- Abram found the piano.
- Yes.
- Beautiful music.
- What was that? - Someone's coming!
Into the hiding place!
- What is it?
- I don't know!
- Run!
- Go! Go! Go!
- Open it now or I'll break the door down!
Why the hell don't you open this door
when an S.S. Officer tells you to, are you deaf?
- Sorry, I was washing my hair, didn't hear you ring.
- Out of my way.
How many people live in this house?
- Uh, just two. - Hmm.
- I'm the housekeeper.
- Quite a lot of dishes for just 2 people,
wouldn't you say, Fraulein?
- The Major had a small gathering here last night
with Sturmbannfuhrer Rokita.
- The Major?
- Major Edward Rugemer.
This is his house.
If you wish to search,
you might need to get permission from him.
- No one leaves this house, you understand?
No one!
- Who is the imbecilic moron who is in charge here?
Is it you?
Stand at attention when a superior officer talks to you,
you insolent young swine!
You dare to accuse me of hiding Jews in my house?
Answer me!
- Obviously Major, we were... misinformed.
- This is Fraulein Gut,
my housekeeper and trusted assistant.
She will show you around. Search thoroughly.
If you find any Jews, come back "pew" shoot me.
If you don't find any,
then we will see who's to be shot.
- Please sir, a search won't be necessary.
- Oh!
It is very necessary. My honour is at stake!
Get out of my sight and go find your Jews!
- Shall we begin in the attic?
- Ida is pregnant.
- That's wonderful!
- I told you she would react like this.
- Here is the list of the things I'm going to need.
You just go to the pharmacist's--
- There's plenty of time to get medical supplies.
- Irena, these are the things I'm going to need
to perform an abortion.
Clara will assist me.
- Irena we, uh, we can't bring a baby into--into this.
- It would be endangering all of our lives.
- Yours too.
- It would be only a matter of time before the Major
or somebody else heard the crying.
- Listen, we--we've all talked it over.
It's the only thing to do.
- I can't. I--I...
This is absurd.
And my religion...
- This is not a matter of religion.
This is life and death.
- I can't.
I can't do this. - You don't have to do this.
I'm going to.
I just need you to get the supplies I requested.
- Ida... everyone's talking but you.
Everyone seems to have an opinion.
But what about you?
Do you want to have this baby?
- Yes, of course.
But not now.
Not in these conditions.
It will be too dangerous for all of us.
You're right.
This is not just a matter of religion.
I saw a baby...
ripped out of its mother's arms and killed in front of me,
and... I could do nothing.
I made a vow then that if I ever could save a life, I would.
That's why without even thinking I took you here to hide you.
It's not enough to just... save a life...
to simply survive.
We have to live.
Otherwise, the Hitlers of the world have won.
Ida, if there was no Hitler, no--no camps, no S.S.,
no Major Rugemer...
would you have this baby?
- Yes.
- Then I'm not going to help Hitler get another Jewish baby.
He won't get rid of you... of us.
I think we should have faith.
Because if we don't,
something else will die inside of us too.
- But if anything goes wrong, we all pay the price.
- Everything has already gone wrong,
and we're still here.
- When I was a little girl, I...
I used to hate it when my mother made me
help her with the dishes.
I never thought I could look forward to it...
but I never thought I would be living in a cellar.
- Go! Go, go, go!
- "You Jew-loving whore.
"I know you're hiding Jews in this house.
"I give you until tonight, seven o'clock,
"to bring 60,000 zlotys in a bag.
"Bring it to the train station and leave it on the bench
"next to the clock.
"Do not tell anyone, don't look back.
"I'll be watching you, ready to shoot you down.
If you don't comply, the Gestapo will get you all."
- Where can we get that kind of money?
- And even if we pay,
what stops him from demanding more?
- Whoever it is doesn't know for sure.
Maybe they're only guessing.
- In which case, if we pay,
we've told him he guessed right.
- Yeah, but if we don't pay, he will go to the Gestapo.
And this time, they will do a real search.
- Oh, stop the nonsense.
We don't have the money.
- Irena's done enough for us.
Maybe we should just wait until dark and--
- No, that's out of the question.
- Besides, he may be watching our house.
- There might be an elegant way out of this.
Irena, show the note to the Major.
- Are you out of your mind? - What?
That's ridiculous!
- May I, please.
Look.
What would happen if we simply tore off,
"You Jew-loving whore," hmm?
- So that anyone reading this cannot tell
it was addressed to a woman.
- Uh...
- One will think it was left for the Major.
- That's clever.
Schweinhundt!
Someone--someone is trying to ruin me.
I will kill them!
This swine thinks he can accuse me of harbouring Jews?
Irena, you know every inch of this house.
You know it would be impossible for me to be hiding any Jews!
- Of course not Herr Major.
- Rokita? I...
I'm being blackmailed.
This is a matter for the Gestapo and I ask your assurances
that you will move immediately.
I received a letter here demanding I pay 60,000 zlotys
tonight or this--this scammer will tell the Gestapo
that I've been hiding Jews in my house!
In my house!
You've been here many times.
The next thing you know,
they'll say that you are an accomplice!
Irena?
Maybe. Maybe you're right.
Irena...
there's something I need you to do for me.
- Calm down, Irena.
Here... drink this.
Yeah?
Excellent.
She did what?
Ah, well, you know...
Hmm!
Thank you, my friend.
Good night.
That was Rokita.
He said you let out quite a scream in the waiting room
when some poor old man bumped you.
He said you could never make a spy.
They have the blackmailer in the Gestapo's hands now.
Did you see him?
- Why? Will I have to identify him?
- No.
I don't think so.
They shot him.
Swine...
You did well tonight. You can take the day off.
I can see to my own breakfast.
- Thank you.
- Oh, and if you see any Jews in the cellar,
give them my regards.
- Danke!
Yeah, I know!
Ah!
Well, I'm glad that you have finally accepted some help.
Huh?
- You were right.
Thank you for hiring Herr Schulz.
- Excuse me one moment, please.
Maybe try with this.
- It's so damp in here.
Impossible to get rid of her asthma.
- Lazar?
- What?
- The baby's moving!
- We have overextended ourselves
on the Eastern front.
It's a classic mistake,
but they won't listen to us in Berlin.
Oh, no.
And meanwhile, the Soviets...
they are advancing every day!
- No, my dear Major, Berlin knows best.
At least, that's what they keep telling me.
- Hmm!
- It's good to see you here, Schulz.
- My life has been boring since you left.
- Are the guests enjoying the food?
- Ah well, the guests who are interested in the food,
are, of course, enjoying the food.
But that Rokita!
He had his hand up his secretary's skirt
under the table the entire dinner.
- The man is a pig. - Mmm!
He couldn't wait the end of the evening.
He brought her in the gazebo.
- Could you serve the coffee, please?
- Is anything wrong? - No!
No, not at all.
- Not again. Not again this one.
- Yeah, come on!
- What's that?
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
- St-stomach cramp again.
- Contractions.
You're having contractions.
She's not due yet.
- Just... breathe.
Breathe slowly.
- Come on.
- Someone's coming!
- What? - Someone's coming!
Sturmbannfuhrer Rokita?
I brought you schnapps and strudel.
My Major said you must try--
- Thank you, Irena. I don't need anything.
Oh dear, I think we should go back inside, don't you think?
- Yes. - Oh! Don't worry about it.
I'll pick it up. - Careful the step!
- Thank you!
- Let's go get a glass of champagne.
We'll resume later.
- Everyone into the town square.
Schnell!
- What is this all about? - Keep going!
- I am Major Rugemer's housekeeper.
Here, you can examine my papers.
- No exceptions! Move along!
Schnell!
- Attention, attention!
You have been brought here today to witness ...
punishment.
This is what happens to Aryans who try to shelter Jew pigs!
Europe is going to be Jew-free.
And it is going to be free of Jew lovers as well.
Because this is what will happen to them...
and their precious Jews!
Music please.
- Good morning!
- Irena, how can we help today?
Is everything all right?
You look terrible.
- N-no, I'm all right.
- Can we help you with anything?
- You look as if you'd seen a ghost.
- What have you done?
I trusted you!
For all we know,
they could be watching the house right now!
You've killed us both.
You've killed us both!
- Herr Major-- - Get rid of them now!
- Go down to the hiding place.
- What are you going to do?
I don't know.
Herr Major-- - How could you?
- You are a good man. I know you are.
- All along they were in my house.
Three Jews in my house!
This is what the blackmailer's letter was about, huh?
And when Rokita was here, you were laughing at me.
You and the Jews were laughing at me.
- No!
No, they are 3 innocent women, 3 women who are my friends.
- They're Jews!
They're Jews!
They're the enemy!
- No they're not, Herr Major.
They're not anyone's enemy!
But if you think the punishment for this should be death,
then... kill me.
Kill me or turn me in. But let them go.
Please, take me to the Gestapo.
I will confess, but give them a chance to escape.
Please, I-I beg you, Herr Major.
- Idiot!
Do you think that they will believe that I didn't know
there was 3 Jews hiding in my house!
Do you?
Rokita will have me killed, just to save his own skin!
You have killed us both, Irena.
You have killed us both!
- Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners...
- Shut up.
- ... now and at the hour of our death.
- Shut up, I said shut up!
- Blessed art thou among women-- - Shut up!
Such...
... ingenuousness... you have.
I'm old...
and tired...
of the killing.
of all of it.
Of all of it.
Turn you in?
There may be a way.
There may be a way...
that I can keep your secret.
If I...
if I thought that you...
you loved me...
wanted me, a man--
a man could do that for a woman who he knew loved him...
wanted him.
It would have to be...
It would have to be that I thought
that you loved me, Irena...
and if... I thought that you wanted me too...
- Herr Major-- - Irena...
Irena, I...
Oh...
I will help you.
I will help keep your secret, Irena.
Our secret.
Irena...
... my love...
Tell me about your family.
- Why?
- Because I'm interested, I--I want to know who you are.
- What does it matter who we are?
What we do is who we are.
- Yeah.
- My father is a chemist and architect and...
my mother took care of my 4 younger sisters and I.
My mother is warm and...
full of energy.
- That makes me think of someone next to me.
- Our house was taken away.
I just hope they're still alive.
- War is filthy.
Animals behave better than humans.
My mother was...
strict...
but with a heart of gold.
If she could see me...
my life...
she would scream of shame.
You look so ravishing, my love.
- Whore!
- Mama! What are you doing?
I'm so sorry, Fraulein! - Fraulein?
She's a Polish whore!
You don't even deserve to be called a Pole.
Sleeping with this German officer!
- Quiet, Mama!
Quiet!
Please, I beg you.
She's old. She's senile.
She doesn't know what she's saying.
- You want to sell to a whore, sell to a whore.
- I don't want any trouble.
- Give me 2 dozen eggs and 4 kilos of potatoes, please.
- From what I read,
the Germans are losing some grounds.
Of course, they won't say it blankly in the paper,
but if you read between the lines...
"The Polish resistance is gaining ground,
"making it more challenging for Hitler's army.
"They are accustomed
"to the Russian's strong offensive style.
They shall soon discover AK's strategic... manoeuvres."
- So there is hope!
- The Soviet army may be strong for now,
but our troops will continue to fight.
Right, my dear? - Yeah.
There are rumours that the Polish Partisans
are multiplying in the area.
- Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre, Herr Hauptmann?
- I'm surprised the old man still keeps up the pretence
of having her serve.
- She serves in the bedroom, why not here?
- Well I think it's disgusting,
the way he chases after his Polish pig.
- Oh, shut up.
You're just jealous because she's better looking than you.
- They gobbled up the hors d'oeuvres already?
- Yes, Herr Schulz...
they are so good!
Would you mind if I took some to my quarters...
just for a snack in case I get hungry later on?
- Just for a snack?
Yeah.
Sure.
Here.
you never can tell how hungry you can become
in the middle of the night.
And I've brought some extra blankets as well.
I wouldn't want you or the Major to be too cold.
No, no!
Don't tell me.
I don't want to know anything.
- Herr Schulz, I...
I hope that one day,
I will be able to meet your wife and daughter and...
tell them what a truly fine person you are.
- One day, yeah, maybe...
... one day.
- I should go before I am missed.
- Irena?
Merry Christmas.
- Hanukah's desserts are the best.
This is delicious.
- Hmm...
- Someone...
someone has complained to headquarters in Berlin.
This probably all started
with that vicious blackmailer rumour.
You repeat a lie often enough, you know...
In any case, in Berlin,
they say that I have become enamoured of a Polish girl.
And because...
because of that,
my leadership has... deteriorated.
Why me, huh?
Why me?
I had a distinguished career.
And now...
now it's gone!
It's you.
It's your fault!
Your fault.
Irena, it's...
it's all falling apart.
All of it.
It's amazing,
amazing how fast it crumbles.
It was supposed to last a thousand years.
It won't even last until Easter.
I have to leave soon to set up new headquarters
for the final defence of the Fatherland.
When I go, you must take your Jews into the forest.
- Yes.
Yes, I know.
- And then you will come and join me, yes?
- Yes, of course.
Shall I tell you something funny?
I thank God for your Jews.
Mm-hmm!
I thank God for them every day.
Because without them...
without them,
I would never had known this time with you.
Is the baby born?
- Not yet.
- So, I will see you in a few days, yes?
- Yes, in a few days.
- Mm-mmm!
- Hmm?
Hmm? - Mm-mmm!
- No.
What do you think?
- Mmm...
A little shorter on the sleeves and it's perfect.
- You're a real tailor after all.
Congratulations, Henry!
OK. And now...
for you...
- One more trip and we're done.
- That checkpoint wasn't there before.
- Well, it's there now.
- Can't you do something?
- We're trying. I don't know what else to do.
- The ba--the baby is push--pushing into my stomach.
- Laugh, laugh hysterically. But laugh!
- Do what he said, laugh!
- Hey, soldier, for you and your friend.
Enjoy the evening! And pick up your rifle!
- Yes! - Go!
- Henry! - Helen!
- You are Irena? - Yes
Irena Gut.
Zosia, Clara, Tomas, Marian, Joseph,
Abram... Alex.
- We have to move.
We won't be safe here for long.
- I just wanted to make sure they're all here.
- We're all here, Irena.
- OK.
- I hope to see you soon. - Me too.
- Thank you! - Ida!
Lazar, take care of your family.
- I will.
We're safe now. To life!
- L'chaim! - L'chaim!
- Thank you. - Zosia...
- We won't forget you, Irena.
- Hey. - Thank you!
OK.
- Thank you.
- Irena. - Clara, my friend.
Oh, thank God! - Good, you are talking to God.
- If there's anything I can do to help you,
let me know.
- Yes, we will be calling on you very soon.
Stay safe.
- One day, you made a vow before us.
Today, we give you back the same.
Here's your passport.
- Thank you.
"Sofie Soferstein."
- You are now a Jewish woman.
- You will be repatriated out of Poland to a refugee camp,
where you will be free.
- This is my baby!