GERMANY, SPRING 1945
There he is!
Get after him!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Let's go!
Right.
Fun time's over.
Quickly!
-Go, go!
-Damn it!
-Come on!
-Let's move!
-Get that son of a bitch!
-You two, flank him!
Come at him from both sides!
Got you, private.
-I want him alive.
-Oh sh*t
Our mission can wait.
Step down, Sergeant.
Desertion is treason, Private.
Against the Fhrer
Against the Fatherland
Treason.
Poland, France, Italy, Russia.
You've been around.
Ah, sh*t, Khler.
Careful, you idiot.
Iron Cross.
A badge for t*nk destruction.
Huh.
Close Combat Clasp in bronze.
And a face like something
Arno Breker sculpted in marble.
Aryan blood running through him,
yet he has the heart of a coward.
You're a disgrace.
What is your reason
for betraying the Fatherland?
I never wanted this w*r.
No one asked me.
They just put me in this uniform,
and I fought anyway like I'm told.
Six years.
Six senseless years.
I'm done with this bullshit.
We've all had to suffer
our share of blows.
And yes, we're on our knees.
But we're not down yet.
We'll get back up, and strike back.
It's in our nature. It's in our blood!
We fight,
we suffer,
we bleed and we die.
But we are a people of victors.
Hmm?
We're a people of murderers.
You're a tough son of a bitch,
I'll give you that.
Your neck won't snap immediately.
I hope you die a slow death.
-Yes.
-Now you'll suffer a bit longer.
Eventually, only after
you've pissed and sh*t,
and your swollen tongue
is hanging outta your mouth like a rag,
you'll be glad you finally stop breathing.
Drfler, you sick son of a bitch!
We're ready.
And now we get the gold.
Finally!
Let's get outta here!
There's Papa!
Papa, come with us.
No, Karl, he can't.
Your papa has to stay here.
He needs to take care of Lottchen now.
-Farewell.
-Mama! Karl! Wait for me!
-Mama!
-Lottchen
Papa?
Papa!
Papa, don't leave me alone!
Soldiers!
Dad, there are soldiers here in town.
-What, here in our village?
-Mm-hmm.
Bri-- Brigitte, the Americans are here!
No, Dad. It's our people.
-It's gotta be SS.
-What?
Oh! Oh God.
Get the portrait from the cellar
and hang it up again.
I'm not your lackey, Robert.
Yeah
Elisa beth
My name is Elsa, soldier.
Hey!
-Leave her!
-It's all right, Paule.
That's my brother.
The paste helps.
Elsa made it herself.
Paule has a special gift.
You're pretty strong.
Just like Reichsmarschall Gustav.
Our old ox.
Great.
Now we can tie you in front of the plow.
I don't think that's a good idea.
You need rest.
You must be hungry, soldier.
My name is Heinrich.
Heil h*tler!
Lieutenant Colonel!
Robert Schlick.
Mayor and local group leader,
at your service.
Johannes Lwenstein.
Does the name mean anything mayor?
Yes, he was a Jew
who used to live here in the village.
Um er, that is to say,
his parents and siblings.
Lwenstein himself lived in Essen,
but visited regularly.
Bring me to the house of the Lwensteins.
They're not here anymore.
I'm proud to report our village has been
Jew-free since November '38,
-Lieutenant
-You will take us to the house now.
As you wish.
Please follow me
as I take you through our lovely village.
It was a beautiful house,
but also a beautiful fire.
Happened a few days after
we chased away those Jewish scum.
-Yeah. I mean, if you play with fire--
-What happened to the Jews' belongings?
Did they take anything with them?
Uh, we allowed them to take
some pieces of clothing, but that's all.
Was the house looted?
Well, Mller took
some pieces of furniture,
and some of the women stocked up
on dishes and bedsheets and the like.
But other than that, no.
American low-flyers.
They've been buzzing around
like mosquitos for days.
-There's more and more.
-You can go.
-Huh?
-If I need you, I'll call.
Of course, Lieutenant Colonel.
Oh
I just wanted to say,
I also run the inn here.
Crown Prince Rudolf, in town?
And, well, we don't have much,
but what we have, we'll be happy
to share with you and your men,
-Lieutenant--
-That's understood.
Yes.
We'll have to clear every stone.
It'll be a pain in the ass.
If you had a little restraint,
the Jew would have told us
the exact hiding place.
-They want the gold.
-Sh!
-Tell me, Robert.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Then let's get out of here.
And we can start again somewhere.
How do you see that working?
It's really not that simple.
I have children.
Yes, funny that.
It's the balls you lack.
Sonja!
Why are you helping me?
'Cause I hate those n*zi bastards.
Those filthy pigs k*lled our father.
They picked him up two years ago
for making subversive statements.
And he never returned.
The same people who ratted him out
then drove us from our farm.
I didn't want anyone
to take a closer look at Paule.
It's because I'm so pretty!
Yeah. And we've been here since.
Uh
I guess I've spoiled your appetite now?
If you want,
I'll tell you some of Dad's h*tler jokes.
Oh yeah!
Come on, Brigitte. Shake a leg.
-They're thirsty men.
-Well, you'd better work, then.
"My dear whore Amie"
-Here you go
-What the hell, Drfler, you ass?
What? She'd suck cock
for some nylon stockings.
Control, gentlemen.
Do you have anything better
than this f*cking slop?
I'm sorry, Sergeant.
We've got turnips
coming out of our ears too.
For someone who's starving,
your boy looks in good shape.
-That's right!
-Tell me
Why is a strapping lad like yourself
not on the front lines
defending his Fatherland?
Micha. Go peel potatoes in the kitchen.
You will order a foraging expedition
to all of the farmyards tomorrow.
We need rations immediately.
Who knows when
we'll get another opportunity?
Heil h*tler.
Three beers.
I have decided this inn
is my new headquarters.
Civilians are not welcome.
Look.
I think that's Dresden.
sh*t.
My aunt lives there.
Let's find that gold
this morning!
What happens
when we have the gold?
Do you think the lieutenant colonel
will take it to the Fhrer?
Hold on.
I rounded up everyone
who could hold a shovel.
Good progress.
We have no time to lose.
The French have crossed the Rhine,
and the Americans are coming
from the south and the west.
Lieutenant Colonel, sir.
What?
Do you really think
we can break through enemy lines?
We'll find a way.
Our men are exhausted.
They will regain strength
in the Alpine fortress.
In the mountains,
we'll be surrounded on all sides.
Have you lost your faith, Sergeant?
In the Fhrer?
Have you lost your faith
in the final victory?
-No. But--
-Or are you also thinking of desertion?
Like that private?
Of course not, sir!
Death
or victory.
There is no other option.
Didn't I order you
to secure provisions?
Rogge, move it. Get the provisions.
You'll take care of it yourself.
-Wouldn't it be better if I stayed here--
-I have given you an order.
Move out, Drfler.
Get ready to leave!
You're the best, Rita.
Huh?
Good morning.
I have to go.
You badly needed that sleep.
And a good breakfast, too.
Paule's getting fresh eggs.
Not necessary.
Why the hurry to leave?
I have to.
Why don't you gather your strength first?
Thank you.
I could use some help around here.
My wife and son
were k*lled in a bombing raid on Hagen.
Elisabeth was seven months pregnant.
But Lottchen survived.
Neighbors wrote to me
that they've taken her in.
I have to get to her immediately.
At least put on some other clothes
before you go out.
Or they'll just hang you again
on the next street corner.
Elsa, there are people! In a truck!
SS.
-Same ones?
-Yeah.
Grab the bags.
Krause, Niemann. Get the animals.
Yes, sir.
Come here, you feathery bastard.
Nice chicky-chicky! Come on!
Come here-- sh*t!
What an idiot.
Chicky-chicken! Come on!
-Just catch the f*cking chicken, Niemann!
-Come on!
I need help!
You've got this.
What do you want?
I'm rounding up provisions for my troop.
Do you have a problem with that?
Excellent, Niemann!
You chicken thief!
-You don't even know how to pick 'em up.
-Not everything.
We need to live too.
You're a feisty one, huh?
Paule.
Why are they k*lling our animals?
They're not allowed.
Don't worry.
They'll be gone in a minute.
Oh.
I thought vermin of your kind
were eradicated.
You're not allowed
to k*ll our animals!
Shut up, moron.
I'm not a moron!
Who else lives here?
Nobody. Just my brother and I.
Hmm.
So why are there three cups?
My brother doesn't like
to drink from the same cup twice.
So he is a moron.
I f*cking hate this fake coffee.
What I wouldn't give for some real coffee.
You got a man?
-My fianc is at w*r.
-Oh yeah?
When did he last write you?
Long time ago, huh?
He won't be back.
You and I know that.
He's a pretty boy.
But he's worm food by now.
Give it back.
Come get it.
Elsa!
Come on, throw him out!
You're a liar.
Stay outside, you parasite.
Oh, no, no, no, no!
Shut up.
Ah! sh*t!
Don't just stand there, you idiot!
-Hold the little slut down!
-Drfler, you can't do that.
Hold her!
There we go.
-Let go of me, you pig!
-You two, stop it, please.
Come on, when was the last time
you got to f*ck?
It's my turn first, then you.
-We're not the f*cking Red Army!
-Shut the f*ck up, limp d*ck!
If this gets out, we'll all get sh*t.
If this gets out, then I'll sh**t you!
Here.
Just imagine it's your husband.
Now, off with those clothes.
Ah!
Hey!
-Uh
-What's going on in there?
Ah!
Oh! f*ck!
sh*t!
Paule.
It's okay.
It's okay, Paule.
Thanks for the clothes.
Those assholes were vacationing
in Sonnenberg.
His name was Hans.
We'd known each other since childhood.
We have to go.
We have to take Rita with us!
We can't.
We can spend the night here.
What's wrong?
We have to go back.
We can't go back.
But I have to milk Rita.
Or else she'll scream.
-Forget about that stupid cow!
-Rita isn't stupid. She's having a baby.
They wanted to k*ll us,
don't you get that?
There. That was the last stitch.
How could the private have survived?
No idea.
The farm girl must have
cut him from that tree.
-I still have to bandage you.
-Oh, kiss my ass.
-Are you injured anywhere else?
-No.
Oh!
Don't worry.
I'll go back to that f*cking farm
first thing in the morning.
So you can watch him escape a third time?
I'll get that bastard.
Come on, Paule, you have to eat something.
Get some rest.
Everything all right?
Paule misses his cow.
I meant, how are you doing?
Everything's all right.
Thanks.
I've only seen my daughter once
since she was born.
She basically doesn't know who I am.
Maybe she's better off without me.
Are you kidding?
You ran for weeks,
and now you're backing out?
Why did I cut you down from that tree?
I risked my life for you.
Hey.
Your daughter is the reason
you're still alive.
I'm sure you're a good father.
Elsa?
Everything's okay, Paule.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Go to sleep.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Are you still sitting there?
I closed my eyes for a bit.
Blinked or what?
Have you heard from Paule yet?
Not yet.
Paule? Where's my coffee?
Paule?
sh*t.
Uh-oh.
We have to move quickly, Rita.
Look at him.
Would you look at that moron?
Where are they, huh? Where is the private?
I made them disappear.
Moron.
You could k*ll him, Drfler.
He still won't talk.
Rita!
-Rita!
-Let's get that heifer on the truck.
And also the cow.
-Rita!
-We'll have goulash tonight!
Rita
Rita
Paule!
We'll get him out.
We searched everywhere.
Turned over every stone.
There's no gold.
-Bring me the mayor immediately.
-Yes, sir.
Have you found the gold?
What's that?
The farm girl's brother.
And?
No trace of him.
Lieutenant Colonel
Lieutenant Colonel.
-How may I be of assistance?
-Where's the gold?
Gold?
The Jew.
Lwenstein wanted to buy his way out.
-From the camps.
-I don't know anything about that.
We know that the Jew hid a box
with 31 bars inside this house.
All residents of this dump
to the village square.
Twelve o'clock sharp.
I AM UNWORTHY OF LIFE
Ready?
-Sieg
-Heil!
Don't look over there.
Come on. This way.
In the name of God, stop!
Unworthy to live?
No life is unworthy to live!
You will stand aside.
Your Jesus, preacher,
was only the son of a Jewish whore,
and he won't protect you.
What are they going to do?
-Is there another entrance?
-This way.
You there, in the house.
Get out!
-To the marketplace!
-Elsa?
-The SS has Paule.
-Come on, hurry up.
What's going on?
Come with us.
Hurry up!
You can knot a gallows, right?
Let's see if the head tears off,
or if he dangles.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present to you
the Hunchback of Sonnenberg!
The Hunchback had a hump, you moron!
Come on.
Unworthy to live?
I'll show you who's unworthy to live!
Move! Find another spot! Move!
They took Paule to the top.
Don't leave me behind here!
My r*fle!
Come on, Khler, show us
how much you learned at f*cking Napola.
Come on, move!
That's right!
Who's the moron now, huh?
Paule!
-Paule!
-Elsa?
No!
Paule!
Paule
We have to go.
I'll take him.
Tell me where the Jew's gold is,
or I start sh**ting people,
one after the other,
until you tell me where it is!
Please, don't!
-I'll start with your brat of a son!
-Elsa.
-No, please, please don't!
-Please, don't!
Elsa. Elsa, don't
Don't sh**t!
Private!
Come on, you bastards!
He ran upstairs. Let's go inside.
-Yes, sir!
-Now!
Come on! k*ll him!
Watch out!
-sh*t, I can't hear anything!
-Come on, let's go.
-What about Schrder?
-Let's go!
Private!
Private!
-Come on, weapons!
-Yes, sir!
Private!
What's wrong, no more a*mo?
He's trapped.
Go get that bastard!
Move your fat ass, you f*ckin' coward.
Can you see him anywhere?
sh*t!
Go to hell!
Oh sh*t!
He's in the house! Go get him!
Hello, Private.
Private!
Take cover!
Come on! Everyone get over here!
Move, you lazy f*ckers!
You two go that way!
You're with me!
Check under every stone.
That cockroach has to be somewhere.
-Oh my God.
-We searched the cross street.
-He's not there.
-Sh!
-Seal off the streets.
-Yes, sir.
So he can't escape
across the fields.
-You, come with me.
-Yes, sir.
There.
I hope that'll keep for a while.
Thank you.
Are you a soldier?
I was a soldier.
My sons.
Friedhelm fell in Italy,
Peter in Stalingrad.
Irmgard?
Please, wait.
Where were you?
I've been looking for you.
What happened?
This is Heinrich.
He wanted to help Elsa free her brother.
I buried Paule.
What about Elsa?
The SS took her to the inn.
Stop. Stop!
It's best to not strain your leg
for the moment.
It can start bleeding again at any time.
You need to rest for now.
Do you know why the SS are here?
Gold.
They're here because of the gold.
They're serious.
We're in a difficult position.
Hmm.
You saw them.
They're going to sh**t everyone.
So what are we going to do?
You're crazy.
I didn't do all that
just to lose everything now.
Robert.
The w*r will be over soon.
And then we're rich.
They wanted to sh**t my son.
-We no longer have the upper hand.
-Robert, just wait!
You'll keep your mouth shut, understand?
-You don't understand. You have no family.
-Come back here! Robert!
Stay here!
-Keep your mouth shut!
-Robert, we'll get it done!
It's over.
What was that all about, hmm?
Playing cowboys and Indians
without little Sonja?
Just like old times,
when I was never allowed to join?
Don't let him suffer for so long.
-Give me that.
-Hmm?
Please! Wilhelm!
There. Now what?
Now we get the gold.
The Americans have been seen
near the outskirts of the capital.
Now, Berlin has become a frontline city.
Defenders of Berlin,
know that the eyes of your wives,
of your mothers,
and of your children are upon you.
Why aren't you eating?
The meat is so tender.
Surely that was a happy cow.
-Hofer.
-Yes, sir.
Take this away.
Wait there.
This too.
You don't need to be afraid of me now.
You know, you remind me
of a girl I knew once.
I loved her very much.
But she couldn't become my wife.
Rebecca was a Jew.
I couldn't stay with her or marry her.
So I sh*t her.
I didn't want her to be sent to a camp.
I wanted it to be
quick.
But I'll make up for it.
I will never leave you.
I will forever protect you.
Come with me
Rebecca
The Lwensteins were
the only Jewish family in the village.
They were such lovely people.
The change happened so suddenly.
The mayor was the loudest by far
at the community meetings.
He said we had to
"fulfill our duty as National Socialists."
That there was no place
for "Jewish vermin" here.
calling for w*r
on the German people.
sh**ting down German officials!
-That's right!
-That's why I say we need to avenge Rath!
Avenge Rath!
And in the fall of '38,
shortly before the November pogrom
their oldest son Johannes
came back to the village.
He lived in Essen.
He had married
into a wealthy merchant family there,
and taken over the company.
Then came Kristallnacht.
-Get outta here!
-Come on, get out.
Your stench has defiled our town
for long enough!
Your town?
My ancestors helped build your town.
Have you forgotten already,
Mr. Robert Schlick?
-I don't understand.
-Go!
-Get out of town!
-What could we have done to cause this?
You, you m*rder*d Jesus!
-What?
-You're vile! Vile!
Since when do you care
about the Lord, Wilhelm Reinkober?
I haven't seen you in church for years.
I care about the well-being
of the German people.
That's right! Jews must all die!
Johannes was sure that they faced
certain doom as Jews in Germany.
He and his wife sold the company,
and wanted to emigrate to Palestine
together with the Lwensteins.
But his parents didn't want to go.
They refused.
This was their home.
They were Germans.
Jewish whore!
Elvira!
Have you gone mad?
What are you doing?
-Die, Jew, die!
-Get out of here, Jewish whore!
The gold must have come
from the sale of the company.
The angry mob didn't notice it.
Except Sonja.
And those other scoundrels.
Come here, you!
How could that happen?
Have you ever experienced
people in a blood rage?
I've been in this w*r six years.
I've experienced it myself.
Die, you pigs!
I was paralyzed.
I couldn't believe
that this was really happening.
No one ever spoke of that night again.
It's as though it never happened.
As though the Lwensteins
had never existed.
Rumor was
that Johannes Lwenstein and his wife
had been arrested on their way
to Palestine before they could set sail.
That would explain why the SS have left
no stone unturned in the Lwenstein ruin.
And the gold?
Reinkober, the mayor and Wirtz
had hidden it.
They probably wanted to wait a while.
And then the w*r came.
And now the SS
will get the gold.
No.
They won't.
You can't be serious.
That
It's not
Where is it?
What is it?
Do you really think one of us took it?
So tell me.
Robert.
It could only be Robert.
And now he's dead.
Where is the gold?
You're seeing ghosts, Sonja.
Is she, Wirtz?
I'm curious. Where did you get the money
to repair your roof?
You're siding with her now?
What is this?
I think you've got it.
Oh, stay away from me, you low-down dog!
Shut up, you damn cr*pple!
You stupid clown.
Gimme back my leg!
Wait a second. I see something!
What is it? Is it the gold?
"Thou shalt not steal."
"Thou shalt not k*ll."
The g*dd*mn preacher.
Where's the gold now?
In the church.
We just couldnt let the murderers
get the gold.
Show me where the gold is.
What's your plan?
We'll give the SS what they want.
If people knew what they've been praying
in front of all this time
What are you doing down there?
The ring slipped off my finger.
It's a little too big.
We'll adjust it.
-Did you mean what you said?
-What?
That you'll always protect me?
Till the end of our days.
Thank you.
What have you done, girl?
I loved my brother, you bastard.
Okay, so we'll sleep on it, then?
No way.
We'll drag the preacher out of bed.
Not necessary.
Don't k*ll him this time.
We still need him.
Ah, he's a tough one.
Right, Father?
Here you go.
-Here.
-Thanks.
sh*t.
The Yanks have broken through
the entire frontline.
-They'll be here in a matter of hours.
-We're not leaving the gold.
The w*r is lost,
you know that as well as I do.
What do you want me to do?
That madman in the chimney sweep costume--
Get down!
Hey, you in there!
That g*dd*mn private.
-What do you want?
-The girl.
You can have the gold in return.
He has the gold.
No sh*t.
I'll get her, Private!
Hurry up!
Lieutenant Colonel!
Lieutenant Colonel!
Lieutenant, are you there?
The runaway's here. He has the gold!
Lieutenant Colonel, sir?
What's going on?
sh*t.
Where's von Starnfeld?
That f*cking coward
ate his cyanide capsule.
After preaching final victory to us.
-What an assh*le. And the girl?
-The girl is missing.
So now what?
Well, now I'm in charge.
Where's the girl?
She's with me!
I'm bringing her out now!
Stop!
-You, stay right where you are.
-Go on, f*ck off, farm girl.
Faster, Elsa. Hurry up!
What are you doing? Take the jacket off.
Get down!
Braun! What's he doing?
No idea.
Cover me, now.
Understood.
Oh, thank God!
Where's Heinrich?
-Why?
-He wanted to buy your freedom.
I heard an expl*si*n.
And g*nshots.
I have to go back.
Wait.
Come with me.
Who do you think sh*t them all?
Ten-pointers, 12-pointers.
I've had everything
on the end of the barrel.
It gets dangerous
when you only wound the animal.
That's when you need the hunting cutlery,
and get up close.
Once, in Nimmertal,
a wounded boar came right at me.
-I stopped him with this.
-I'd love to hear the story.
But first, we've got
some n*zi pigs to hunt.
Where's the gold?
Whatever happened
to that wonderful little girl?
The one I baptized?
"Thou shalt not steal"?
Start talking, you dirty thief!
Did you hear the bang?
What was that?
Use the pickax on his knee.
Sonja, please stop.
-His screams will wake the whole village.
-Do what you want.
Maybe we should go to Irmgard.
I know you share a bed with the widow.
Whatever happened to being celibate?
They're bandaging him.
Well, let's not call off the hunt
because of that.
"Dear Heinrich.
"It's very painful
to write you these words."
"Lisbeth and Karl
did not survive the att*ck."
"They were
they were buried in the cellar."
"But Lotte is alive and well."
"We took her in."
"Take care of yourself."
"Grete."
Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
I've got tears in my eyes.
Nice to have you back with us, Private.
You're lucky you and I have
the exact same blood type.
Now show me where the gold is.
Or else I go to Hagen.
I'll find your brat, I can promise you.
And then I'll drown that little brat
in a bucket.
And so
Where is the gold?
-Show us where.
-In the altar.
The marble top can be moved.
Go on, what are you waiting for?
-Yes.
-Yes.
What was your plan? Hmm?
Have a nice little life
together with the widow?
Not everyone is like you, Sonja.
Don't be so righteous.
Move it, Private.
Don't act all tired.
Off to the church we go.
Wait.
They're in for a surprise.
Yes!
The gold is here.
What's that?
Oh sh*t.
What was that sh*t?
No idea. Maybe the wrath of God.
Good morning, preacher!
And just in time for morning Mass!
Holy sh*t.
You two are some tricky sons of b*tches.
A booby trap?
-Heinrich.
-Elsa.
Elsa, stop.
Braun.
Get a crate from the truck.
Yes, sir!
And you come here.
Maybe I'll visit your daughter after all.
What do you think of that?
Private.
I can't hear you!
Incoming!
Phenomenal.
Oh sh*t.
Take cover!
Damn
What was that?
Who took that sh*t?
Oh my God.
Oh!
Heinrich!
w*apon!
Ah, sh*t!
You are nothing but a dirty whore.
I told you, wounded boars
are the most dangerous.
Oh sh*t.
No!
Elsa.
Elsa.
Elsa.
Elsa!
sh*t!
Well, my two lovelies.
Am I spoiling your wedding?
Oh, Private.
You're pretty dangerous after all.
There, there.
Oh!
You want the gold?
You can have it!
Come on.
This is London calling.
Here is a news flash.
The German radio has just announced
that h*tler is dead.
I'll repeat that.
The German radio has just announced
that h*tler is dead.
Whoo! Bull's-eye!
Hey, Sarge. Shouldn't we
have fired a warning sh*t or something?
I mean, the w*r is over.
They would have surrendered,
don't you think?
What's the matter, Baker?
You gonna get all weepy on me
just 'cause a bunch of f*ckin' Krauts
got what they had comin' to 'em?
-No, I'm just sayin'--
-Shut up, Baker.
Holy sh*t!
Hey, Sarge?
I gotta show you something.
What is it?
You gotta see this
with your own eyes!
Here's another one.
The woman has gotta be swimming in gold.
Well, I'll be damned.
sh*t!
We'll have to report this, right?
Oh, yeah.
Or maybe we don't.
Good decision.
Grab a couple of crates
off that t*nk.
Yes, sir!
Start picking these bars up.
Come on, get that one over there!
-On the double!
-We're rich!
-Get the hell outta here!
-Man, I'm lovin' Germany.
It's the best place in the whole world!
HAGEN, GERMANY
Mr. Wahrlich?
Heinrich? Grete, look who it is!
It's Heinrich!
Look, Lottchen. There's your father.
Hello, Lottchen.
Papa!
Oh, Papa!
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