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.
Shit! I don't... Fuck, 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 fucking prowl today.
You look like shit Baretzki.
What the fuck?
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 bitches 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 kill 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 fucking 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. - Lali. Lali.
Lali.
You survived it, Lali.
Out of bed, you lazy bag of shit!
Still can't tell when I'm joking.
No work for you today.
You are one lucky bastard.
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 cocky.
- 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 war?
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.
Fucking 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 fucking prick!
We are taking you for ice cream!
Father...
Fucking 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!