Disappearance of Josef Mengele, The (2025)

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Based on the novel of the same name

by Olivier Guez

A film by

Kirill Serebrennikov

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF JOSEF MENGELE

Today we are studying

the human musculoskeletal system.

It consists of a skeleton

and skeletal muscles.

2023. So Paulo. BRAZIL

"Skeleton" comes from the Greek skeletos,

meaning "dried up" or "desiccated."

The total weight of a dry human skeleton

is 5 to 6 kg,

about 8 to 10%

of our body mass.

Look, this is a human skeleton.

- Is it real?

- Yes, it's real.

It was once a human being.

These bones are very instructive.

Come closer.

The history of the identification

of this skeleton

is a real detective story.

We had to prove

that it indeed belonged

to the man

whose name I am about to tell you.

But how do we provide the proof?

This forces us to look into

the biography of this person.

This skeleton belonged

to Josef Mengele.

It was donated to Brazilian medicine

many years ago.

And now, here it is.

Do you know anything about Mengele?

During the Second World w*r

in Europe,

this doctor worked

at the Auschwitz concentration camp.

He experimented on humans.

He was called the Angel of Death.

He was the one who decided

which prisoners would be gassed

and which ones would be forced

to work.

Then he took some of them

into his laboratory

for experiments.

Furthermore,

he was especially fascinated

by twins.

Apparently, he was interested

in the secret of multiple births.

Dr. Mengele

would love Carlos and Demetrio!

Documents from Auschwitz

confirmed that Mengele

had a motorcycle accident in 1943.

Professor, is it really him?

We can't know about the accident.

That's true.

- Carlos or Demetrio?

- Demetrio!

All right, Demetrio.

Take it.

Don't be afraid.

Mengele can no longer harm you.

There is a large space here.

The same gap between the teeth

is visible in Mengele's photos.

This cavity appears to have been caused

by sinusitis

due to a severe infection...

Anyone displaying an image

or a sculpture

of the fugitive criminal

and his late wife...

1956. Buenos Aires. ARGENTINA

... who mentions "Pern," "Peronism,"

"Eva Pern," and "third way,"

or praises the merits

of the fallen regime,

shall be liable to a sentence

of six months to three years in prison.

Do you have Der Weg?

The latest edition?

One moment, sir.

Please.

- Yes, I have it.

- I'll take it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sir, do you know

how one can get to this place?

Of course. Take this direction...

Anyone

displaying an image or a sculpture

of the fugitive criminal

and his late wife...

Sir, we are closed.

- What now?

- Another reform.

What reform?

What are you talking about?

These guys are going to steal everything

again.

That's crazy, I can't believe it.

It will be exactly the same as before.

To the airport, immediately!

The others over there

are going straight.

Never mind, hurry up!

- Damn it...

- I'm in a hurry!

I wanted to eat.

It's easier

on the other side of the street.

All right, you idiot,

we're going to have a good time.

We don't need democracy.

We need a strong hand.

Look at the Russians!

The situation got worse after Stalin.

Come here.

Should I let him pass?

- Taxi?

- Yes.

Could you take me to...

I don't understand.

An address?

1977. So Paulo. BRAZIL

- All right, get in.

- Thank you.

That's him.

Come on.

We've arrived.

Rolf?

1956. Munich. FRG

We could obstruct this damned

American democracy in Germany.

We just need to be smart.

I am sure the Germans

want National Socialism.

They always wanted it.

You don't change your mind that easily.

No one can truly want

what is happening.

Adenauer is selling the country

to the West, to the USA,

and those damned Soviets are plundering

the East. It's despicable.

Worse than after

the First World w*r!

At some point, they will

end up annihilating each other

with nuclear missiles.

And that is when

the German spirit will be reborn.

It is tenacious.

Your father is pleased

you got your passport so quickly.

Did they cause you any trouble?

Who cares where I come from,

or who I am?

The past doesn't exist.

Argentinians don't care

about European squabbles.

They hate Jews

for crucifying Christ.

After all, they are Catholic.

You know, Pern read Mein Kampf.

In Spanish, of course,

but also in Italian.

They say the situation

has worsened since he fled.

Have you thought about going elsewhere?

Maybe to Paraguay...

But it's still too early.

What's happening back home?

Why this sudden hysteria?

Martha...

If she marries a foreigner,

he will sit on the board.

The family will not accept that

under any circumstances.

No matter what happens,

we must dictate her decisions.

Your father commands it.

It's normal after my brother's death.

He will calm down.

Yes.

Surely.

Did the funeral go well?

It was a cremation.

Your father had the urn placed

on the mantlepiece,

next to your mother's.

It's a good place for him.

Irene exasperated your father.

He never liked her.

She wouldn't have followed me,

Argentina was too far away.

Or Rolf was too young or...

What do I know?

Tell me, do you know what

really happened with Irene?

Why did she leave me just like that?

I guess she found someone else.

She sent me a photo of Rolf.

In Lederhosen. She wrote to me

to break my loneliness with a dog.

- A dog?

- Yes.

Maybe I'll do that.

Quiet, Cigano!

Quiet!

Stop growling. Good dog!

He won't hurt us.

Come on, get out.

Here is your room.

Since my stroke...

I've lost all feeling

in my hands.

My vertebrae are in bad shape.

I have arthritis...

I am in agony.

Yes...

Death and courage

always go together.

With the devil.

You look like your mother.

The hands...

The eyes...

The nose...

Like your mother.

Do you have enough money?

Enough for bread and water.

Since Father died,

they send me less and less.

They don't give a damn about me.

I am just a burden.

That's how it is.

Karl-Heinz sends me some sometimes.

Behind Alois's back.

Here is some money.

1956. Gnzburg. FRG

Welcome home, Mr. Mengele.

What a pleasure after so many years.

Falk!

You haven't changed.

Neither have you, Mr. Mengele.

Yes...

Nothing has changed.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, brother.

Fancy meeting you here.

Father.

You finally got rid

of that b*tch Irene.

I never trusted her.

I still want to see Rolf.

We'll arrange that.

But stop trying to win her back.

You are too old for that.

Watch what she says and does.

We are taking care of that.

She told the Americans

you were k*lled in Russia.

But who knows what she says

to her lovers.

We hope...

that you will settle with Martha.

She is a true German

and a good mother.

Rolf and Karl-Heinz listen to her.

She is intelligent

and she wants to start a family.

I asked Rolf if he remembered

his father when he was little.

What did he say?

He doesn't remember anything.

Just that his father died in combat

against Russia after he was born.

He is weak!

He takes after his mother.

Alois, you handle it.

Yes, Father, I'll take care of it.

Martha...

Yes, why not?

I need money for Argentina.

Money is not a problem.

Why Argentina?

The USA is coming to its senses.

They finally understand

who their real enemy is.

Josef...

Let's forget the w*r

and develop our company.

We won't let ourselves be defeated.

Falk!

I cannot come back here.

Why not?

It is too dangerous.

It's small, people talk,

they know me... Too risky.

You are not being hunted.

There is no arrest warrant.

Not yet.

They have been delaying any prosecution

for months.

Former party members

are still in charge

in politics and industry

in the FRG.

The FRG!

I imagined living

in the Great German Reich, but no.

And instead, we have this absurdity:

the FRG!

- Dessert...?

- Not now!

We completely control Gnzburg.

Without us, the town would collapse.

We finance

social housing, the hospital.

Father is giving sausages to the children

for his 75th birthday.

No one will report the son

of the biggest employer in town.

When you were six, you nearly drowned

in a rainwater tank.

Since then, I say a prayer

before going to bed:

"Procul recedant somnia

et noctium phantasmata".

"May dreams and phantoms of the night

remain far from us."

If you recite it too,

it might help you

to make the right choice.

Stay for a while.

Go to Munich, have a good time.

Sedlmeier can rent you a car.

Let him rent it in his name. All right?

Very well.

But your caution is unnecessary,

believe me.

I prepared a room for you

upstairs, Mr. Mengele.

Do you need anything else,

gentlemen?

No, thank you.

May I release the cook

for today?

Yes, Falk.

You may also be excused.

I wish you a good night, Josef.

What if he reports my presence

to the police?

Falk has been in our service

for twenty years!

Stop it, Josef. You need to calm down.

It will be fine.

Of course.

Or not.

I can't just rely

on chance.

Gnzburg obeys you,

but those damned Yankees

are not easy to handle.

Adenauer has an advisor,

a very agreeable man.

Mr. Globke.

We all know it was his idea

to make Jews wear a star

and impose the same name on them.

So what?

Nobody cares!

Josef, you fulfilled your duty

during the w*r.

You did nothing wrong.

Let's return to the situation

in Argentina,

where Isabel Pern has effectively

been deposed by a military junta.

General Jorge Rafael Videla

is the new president.

As the consequences of the military coup

are not yet foreseeable,

uncertainty reigns.

The situation in Argentina

has been difficult

in recent years and months.

Record inflation has exerted

considerable pressure...

Do you have anything

for a fever?

What?

Do you have medicine?

I think it's the flight.

I don't feel well.

I knew her husband.

He fought against the communists,

just like her.

That's why they locked her up.

A strong Argentina

works against the Americans.

They will support any scoundrel

who sows chaos.

Damn Yankees

with their corrupted culture!

Their filthy hippies,

their insolent n*gg*r*s,

their repugnant degenerate art...

They do it on purpose to destroy

the true and great culture of the world.

Like Wagner,

Beethoven.

All this crap

can't hold a candle to them.

But what is there to do?

We did our best.

We did our best...

Hey, kid! Come here!

1958. Villa Clara. ARGENTINA

- Jorge or Luis?

- Jorge.

Serve the wine, Jorge.

- Where is he?

- Right there.

Relax, my boy.

Everything will be fine.

Don't forget the corkscrew.

They are good people. You'll see.

Come on!

Hurry up, they are waiting for this box

in the kitchen.

But I don't speak German.

The groom speaks Spanish.

You tell him the name and the year,

then you serve him.

If he tastes it and nods,

serve everyone.

The bride and the women first.

Give it to me, I'll open it.

And your gloves, Jorge.

Where is the groom?

Over there.

Where? Is that him, there?

Come on!

Skorzeny claims to have seduced Evita

during her tour,

just before her audience with the Pope.

A real saintly sl*t,

that Seora Pern!

Sir?

Speaking of our friend Adolf Eichmann,

his parties have become

quite famous.

He gets thoroughly drunk,

plays the violin, quite well,

and says that the Jews kissed his feet

to save their skin.

He's more like a King of the Jews

than a retired SS Obersturmbannfhrer!

Eichmann is becoming dangerous

and drawing the attention of the Jews.

The "millions of m*rder*d Jews"? Lies.

To make Germany feel guilty

for declaring w*r

and responsible for the death

of seven million Germans.

The wine is good.

Bring the bottles.

They want us to feel guilty

for the loss of our beautiful cities

and our ancestral lands in the East.

Millions of m*rder*d Jews?

Nonsense!

I would say 65,000 at most.

Probably less.

- What did I tell you?

- He's hungry!

No meat for puppies!

Come, Henry the Lion...

"Henry the Lion"?

That's a strange name for a dog!

Josef chose that name

in honor of the founder of Munich,

the Duke of Bavaria and Saxony.

Henry the Lion...

A small mouse is enough to scare him!

How is Mr. Mengele Senior doing?

He is doing well, but not well enough

for such a long flight.

But he sent a letter

and a gift.

Alois is watching over him.

Karl-Heinz,

can you take this dog outside?

There's also the Bayreuth Festival,

which he never misses.

Kopps was Himmler's

chief of intelligence.

Really? I don't remember him.

Yes, you do, Josef!

You ran into him once

in the offices of Der Weg.

Where is the wine?

He recently opened a hotel!

Well, he wasn't stupid.

Yes, La Campagna.

Darling, are you coming?

Yes, of course.

Well, my wife filed for divorce

just before I left.

Now I am completely free.

So, maybe you'll start

following my example.

What do you think, Ulrich?

Everything is possible in Argentina,

my dear Josef!

As long as you don't see yourself

as a loser.

Only he who surrenders to his fate

is lost.

Do you know who owns

the best grocery store in Bariloche?

The Vienna Delikatessen?

Hauptsturmfhrer Priebke!

He worked hard in favor of the

Final Solution for the Jews of Europe.

That's life.

My young Krug,

you assume everything will turn out well.

Yes. I am a convinced optimist.

Optimism is a disease

that can be cured effectively.

My dear Jung,

we are not all so gloomy.

Where has your zeal gone?

You relentlessly led

the Hitler Youth

and here you are,

a peaceful businessman.

A fine example

of a fortunate coincidence!

I am sure...

Kid!

... that the Reich will soon rise again.

If not in Europe, then here.

Be very careful with the cake.

I'm putting on music.

Leave it. It's better if I do it.

Bring the cake.

Let me do it.

There you go. Come on!

For pity's sake, don't burn the cake.

- Are you Jorge or Luis?

- Jorge.

You are an idiot, Jorge...

Come on, come on!

HAPPY MARRIAGE

Careful!

It is sharp.

Don't worry, he's a doctor.

Since Cain and Abel,

humanity has been in an eternal struggle.

Vile materialism,

coupled with the denial of God,

is the cause of all our misfortunes.

We must unite

and fight for the future

of the Greater Reich.

This couple here,

who today become

a true German family,

is the strength we need

in the struggle and the idea

of the Greater Reich. And we...

My dear Alexander!

We have already made a toast.

Let us drink to Argentina,

where some have found happiness.

No, dear Ulrich!

Long live the struggle!

As our Fhrer said:

"The struggle is everywhere."

Natural selection

obeying the Aryan laws of nature.

The weak and inferior beings

must be eliminated.

Racial purity, order, and discipline!

Germany

is the greatest power in the world!

Sieg Heil!

Cheers!

Long live the bride and groom!

Thank you all.

Is there a tennis racket?

And ba*ls, please.

Ulrich...

Just a moment.

What are you going to do?

I have a little surprise for you.

Who will bring me a racket?

How do you say "racket" in Spanish?

Dear Josef, the w*r ends

for everyone at a different time.

For me, it was May 8, 1945.

I destroyed 26 Russian tanks

from the air,

I lost my leg

and surrendered to the Americans.

Well done, Ulrich!

How many did you destroy?

I blew up 519 of them

and shot down 2,530 fighter planes.

Do we have that thing

for playing tennis?

What is it called in Spanish?

Tennis?

And ba*ls!

He said a ball too.

He's a weird guy.

He has a strange look in his eyes.

You always find fault.

As long as he pays...

Yes, that's right.

Thank you.

Ulrich?

Josef...

Pilot, greet the sun for me

And the stars, and the sun

All your life, you float across

Distant uninhabited lands

Faster, always faster

The propeller turns at your will

- Let's go.

- Now?

Now. Come on!

Did you like my brother?

This is not the time.

You wrote to me that you divorced

a year after the wedding.

Is that true?

Yes.

No wonder. Why did you choose

to marry such a...

such a strange woman?

We loved each other.

Only one year.

Yes.

Only one year.

That shows your lack of confidence.

You don't know

what you want in life.

I know what I don't want.

Oh, really. And what would that be?

You have always been a coward.

But it's not your fault.

Your mother raised you that way.

And now you lack ambition.

Why don't you talk

to any family members anymore?

That's not good.

Family, Rolf, ancestry...

These are immutable values.

Never betray your blood.

It's a delicate subject.

- A delicate subject?

- Yes.

"Cowardice

is the inertia that,

in relation to others,

prevents us from affirming

our freedom and autonomy."

Fichte.

I am not afraid.

I despise all of them.

And myself, for being a Mengele.

What has our family done to you,

for God's sake?

They are greedy and cowardly.

They only care

about money and business.

How can you keep silent

in the face of these accusations?

Those are lies.

Surely you don't believe those Jews

who are trying to slander your father?

You are my son.

My only son,

and you believe

all the lies about me?

Are you a communist?

Are you a communist?

You are right.

It is time

to draw a line under

certain painful events.

Father and son...

should love each other.

Regardless of the circumstances.

I didn't want to come,

but I did anyway.

Even though it was very difficult.

I had to get a fake passport.

You can't come to Brazil

named Mengele.

That's how it is.

And now I am here.

I want you to tell me the truth.

Why did you go to Auschwitz?

What did you actually do there?

Did you commit the crimes

you are accused of?

What are those horrible glasses?

There.

Do we hang them on the collar now?

Do you think you're an American actor?

And that hair, it's impossible!

As long as you are here,

you will have a neat haircut.

I know a hairdresser around the corner.

Don't move!

Sir...

This is a mistake, I am a doctor.

I didn't do anything.

We'll see.

- What did I do?

- Shut up!

Silence!

What is all this noise?

People are sleeping!

Shut up!

1960. Buenos Aires. ARGENTINA

Do you know her?

She died after having an ab*rtion.

She wasn't even fifteen years old.

We were told

to look for a certain Gregor.

It turns out that is your pseudonym.

Josef Mengele.

I don't understand.

I will help you.

You are accused...

You are accused...

of ill*gal medical practices,

of ill*gal ab*rtion,

and of corrupting the morality

of your host country.

Yes.

That was a long time ago.

I was trying to help.

I operated once or twice, that's all.

I regret what I did, sir.

I won't do it again.

Officer...

Why don't we make a deal

and forget about this little problem?

Side view.

Do you know the rat line?

What is that?

There must be many routes here.

They bore through stone

and help each other. Clever.

You. Get out.

Take that filthy creature out.

It brings disease.

Where did you find it?

These critters are super smart.

Leave us.

Alright, Mengele...

How much?

I don't want to put up with this.

I'm sick of this place.

The heat, the darkness,

days on end without electricity...

I hate this red dust

that settles everywhere.

My son and I followed you to Argentina,

not Paraguay!

Paraguay is a rat hole.

We went there for a weekend

and I was bitten by a spider!

I hate spiders!

I'm afraid of spiders, Josef!

I don't want a life as a fugitive.

Constantly being on the run,

having to sleep in hotels...

Just so I understand:

you refuse to go there

because of a spider?

Is that right?

Our friends ask me how I am

and I don't know what to tell them.

Karl-Heinz is being harassed at school

because of these articles.

And if we move to the jungle,

where will he go to school?

You could just turn me over

to the police.

Or better yet, to the Jews!

What is the bounty on my head?

20,000 marks?

Enough for fancy dinners

and luxury dresses.

Isn't that right, Martha?

You're exaggerating.

You're not in danger.

I'm not in danger!

I'm not in danger...

Aren't you a little stupid, Martha?

Is that what Karl liked about you?

Your slightly idiotic side?

Karl was more manly than you.

Argentina considers the kidnapping of

Eichmann

by the Mossad

as a serious attack

on its sovereignty,

a destabilization of world peace.

Eichmann made

the following statement today:

"I voluntarily declare,

now that my identity is revealed,

that avoiding prosecution is futile.

I agree to be tried in Israel.

Under legal protection,

I will present my version of the facts

concerning my last

years of service in Germany.

I will hide nothing,

so that future generations

know the truth..."

That scoundrel!

I bet he's going to turn me over

to the Israelis!

That... b*stard!

You have nothing to fear, Josef.

You followed orders

and managed the deportees.

These are the laws of w*r.

You are going to meet Wolfgang Gerhard.

He is on our side.

Young, but trustworthy.

A convinced National Socialist.

How much do I owe you?

Not a penny!

It is an honor to help you.

My son's name is Adolf.

Like the Fhrer.

Hauptsturmfhrer Josef Mengele!

Your w*r is not over!

So I was at this girl's place

yesterday...

A real goddess.

Look over there.

I was at home

and another girl shows up.

You'll never guess her name...

Jssica.

A Brazilian princess.

The archetype of the Brazilian woman.

So I'm at home with my girlfriend

and the doorbell rings.

And who is there?

Another girl,

Jeniffer.

She has a baby in her arms

and says I'm the father.

My girlfriend goes crazy.

My girlfriend looks like

the tanned girl on the poster.

Wait a second.

Hi, how are you?

Good, and you?

Go to the back.

There's a bar and a pool table.

Joo, can you get them a drink?

And next time, I'm going straight home.

The loser has to leave.

Come on, stop!

So yes, this girl shows up

and says it's my kid...

It is so hard for me...

I live...

in this rat hole.

I almost died twice.

Twice!

The Israelis want to k*ll me.

I couldn't even bury Father!

I wanted to get on the first plane

to Europe.

I was told it would be suicide,

that at best,

they'd pick me up at the cemetery.

In Germany, that b*stard Adenauer

put a bounty on my head

for ten million dollars...

I couldn't even

send a wreath

with my name on it!

It's kind of you to come, Rolf.

I need you now.

I really need you.

You have to understand

that after the First World w*r

the West was at a turning point,

especially Germany.

Our civilization was consumed

by individualism

and by capitalism.

We had two options:

perish or defend our country.

Germany

was in peril,

on the brink of destruction.

This happens constantly

throughout history.

But we Germans are not a race of sl*ves,

but of masters.

Therefore, action was needed.

We had to protect our own.

Ensure the perennial supremacy

of our race for the future.

It was a matter of life or death.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?

- Completely.

The Fhrer wanted 100 million Germans

first,

then 250 million in the near future

and one billion by 2200,

one billion!

He was our Caesar

and we, his geneticists,

were responsible

for the growth of our race,

and ensuring it was strong

and capable of growth.

Every great nation needs a leader.

Otherwise, the world would descend

into chaos and humanity into darkness.

I know these Spengler theories

about the decline of the West.

I am not here under a false name

to listen to this

National Socialist doctrine.

Father!

What did you do at Auschwitz?

Helene!

Where are you?

I'm coming!

- Everything alright? - Yes.

I have a lot of work.

That's nothing new.

I could finish earlier today.

But I would need a good reason.

Do you have an idea?

Anything?

Well...

That will depend on your behavior.

I could whip up a romantic dinner

for us.

With your favorite cutlets.

An excellent reason

to finish earlier...

And if you help me

pick more blueberries,

I could make us

my mother's jam recipe.

Last one in the water loses!

Watch out...

1943. Auschwitz Concentration Camp

Bring them to Nyiszli.

Unlike the father,

the son does not have scoliosis...

Very interesting...

What perfect methods do you know

for cleaning the skeleton?

One is dissolution:

the corpse is submerged

in calcium chloride.

In two weeks,

the soft tissues are burned away.

The fat is then dissolved

in a gasoline bath,

leaving the bones dry,

odorless, and white.

The second method is similar

to cooking food.

The flesh is boiled in water

until it detaches from the bones.

Then a gasoline bath is used.

Process them as quickly as possible

and send the skeletons

to the Institute of Anthropology

in Berlin-Dahlem.

Professor von Verschuer is the first

to take an interest in genetics

and racial hygiene.

He is asking us for samples

proving the inferiority of the Jews.

This poor genetic heritage

perfectly corroborates this theory.

WELCOME

Walking corpses arrived every day.

Diseases.

Lice, typhus,

tuberculosis.

Every day.

What do you think

I should have done with them?

Auschwitz was a labor camp.

I was carrying out my responsibilities.

My responsibilities!

Do you know what that is?

And sometimes, it's better

to free people from their pain.

It's not always easy.

Believe me.

Do you understand?

I saved many people by deciding

who was fit or unfit for work!

Let's stop, this leads nowhere.

Spending time dwelling on the past

is the worst thing for your health.

What about the Jews?

What did the Jews do to you?

Do you see this mosquito?

If tonight,

it bit you,

what would you do?

Would you let it bite you

again and again?

No, you would crush it.

And why?

Because it can be dangerous,

spread diseases.

Because it is not part of you,

but it sucks you, and sucks you,

and sucks you.

Did you never feel pity

for the children?

For the women and the elderly

who were gassed?

Do you have no remorse?

Remorse has no place here.

It's the Jews or us.

They started the w*r 1000 years ago

by attacking the Nordic nations.

We had to eliminate them.

Their boys

would have become men,

their girls vengeful mothers.

The Jews

who leave Germany today

will return tomorrow.

And Israel...

Israel...

threatens world peace.

Remorse, Rolf,

is a disease invented by the weak

to prevent action

and paralyze the will.

And why are you afraid of being judged?

I do not accept their justice!

Their judges are not real judges!

They are assassins hired by Jews

who want revenge!

And I no longer have any desire to live!

I fought for the traditional values

of the nation.

And in our country,

no one was against the Fhrer.

No one! Even the Pope blessed him!

And now, look at this!

Here!

Look!

Here...

Do you think it's easy for me

to read all this?

Look!

They are making a film about me

in the USA!

An actor is playing me!

It's slander!

Slander!

I am innocent!

A load of nonsense!

A load of nonsense!

WANTED CRIMINAL

1962. Santa Lucia Farm. BRAZIL

Get up.

I have work to do.

What are you looking at, Peter?

Did I gain weight?

You sleep too much.

You should eat less.

I always wanted to be a ballerina.

But I wasn't lucky.

The company director

didn't like me,

because I refused

to sleep with him.

He gave all the big roles

to a talentless sl*t.

That Jewish b*stard.

God punished him a few years later.

He was sent to one of your camps.

But by then,

ballet was over for me.

The w*r broke out,

I had to flee the Russians.

Marriage, pregnancy...

Time kills all dreams.

Brush your teeth

once in a while.

And stop smoking.

Here.

Buy yourself some dresses,

you look neglected.

And stop scratching your backside

in front of the workers.

It's indecent.

But I must have

some qualities.

No?

You speak German a little better

than your dear husband.

Come here. Cigano!

Come here.

Is Hochbichler here?

He went into the woods.

Gitta...

- What is it?

- Look.

Mr. Hochbichler,

can you explain this?

Stop! Don't sh**t!

It's me! Gerhard!

It talks about the young n*zi

Josef Mengele,

"the Angel of Death of Auschwitz",

who is still on the run.

All these photos!

The most wanted

w*r criminal.

His head is worth a million in Germany!

He knows about Mengele.

It is written that Israel

is ready to abduct Mengele,

just like they kidnapped Eichmann

in Argentina.

The Mossad

is going to storm our farm.

They are going to k*ll us all!

My wife, my children, and me.

Calm down, Geza.

No one knows he is here.

The press publishes anything.

You are not in danger.

We have already suffered

with the Jews and the Russians.

One of my sisters was r*ped

by the soldiers of the Red Army,

she died.

And they invaded Hungary.

We were supposed to share the farm expenses

with a Swiss zoologist,

not with the butcher of Auschwitz!

He doesn't want to live

with "the butcher of Auschwitz".

They should be proud to host

a leading figure of the Third Reich.

Considering what we pay them.

I don't want anything more to do

with him!

This person must leave.

Very well.

Give us some time.

We will look for a place

to relocate him.

I need to talk to his family

in Gnzburg.

Give us a little time.

But don't talk to anyone.

Don't do anything rash.

Stay calm.

Do you think the problem is solved?

- Yes, I think so.

- We'll see.

What would you have done?

I don't know.

My head is going to explode.

- What are your sons' names?

- Roberto and Mikls.

Boys, come inside. Quickly!

Hurry up!

Go wash your hands!

Go on, go on.

Roberto and Mikls.

Nice boys.

Do they go to school?

Think about your sons' future.

It's a trap, Hans.

These Hungarian scumbags will hand me over

to the Jews without batting an eye.

I can't live like this anymore.

I can't anymore.

I spoke to them.

Those b*stards

won't cause you any more trouble.

"Only he who surrenders..."

That's all nonsense!

Money moves mountains, Josef.

Hauptsturmfhrer!

I will do everything to ensure

your safety.

I was unable to serve the Fhrer

and the Reich.

It is my duty to help you.

Thank you, dear Wolfgang.

But leave us alone for a moment.

This is a family matter.

- Heil Hitler !

- Yes, yes.

Thank you.

It will work out, Josef.

Keep a low profile for a while.

No correspondence.

Gerhard will continue to bring you

everything you need.

He will give us news of you.

He is fanatically devoted to you.

Twenty SS doctors

worked at Auschwitz!

Twenty!

Horst Schumann,

that repulsive hypocrite,

sterilized women and men.

Carl Clauberg,

jovial, drunkard, and gambler,

implanted animal embryos

in women,

then injected formalin

into their uteruses.

Capesius, the pharmacist,

was caught

stealing gold teeth!

Rascals, criminals, all of them!

Friedrich Entress,

that withdrawn and bitter psychopath,

inoculated detainees with typhus,

then injected phenol

into their hearts.

And August Hirt,

that careerist b*stard,

he denounced me

while he was injecting deportee hormones

into h*m*

to prove their inferiority.

And I am "the Angel of Death"?

I am responsible for everything?

Why?

Help me, Hans!

Why?

Calm down, Josef.

Be patient.

They will soon forget you.

The Jews don't forget, Hans.

Don't deceive yourself.

They got Eichmann

and they want my skin.

I cannot continue

to hide like an animal.

Always hunted.

I am tired, I...

I feel so bad!

I understand you.

I assure you, Josef.

Martha moved with Karl-Heinz

to South Tyrol.

She is reliable.

She won't talk to journalists.

But they are tracking her.

Two electricians came to her house

claiming they had the wrong address.

Did you bring me laxatives?

- I'll bring some next time.

- You piss me off.

Damn it, Hans!

How is Rolf?

Very well.

He is in Freiburg with his mother.

But he doesn't talk to others.

It's his mother's influence.

It's very possible.

Idiots!

Josef!

No smoking allowed!

If you smoke,

you are fired!

Is that clear?

We don't understand

what you're saying...

Bum!

Did you understand that?

You monkey!

Is that Portuguese?

Do you understand that?

Go f*ck yourself!

Stop it!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Scumbags!

You degenerates!

Let go of me!

- No one will denounce you!

- Yes! I have to leave.

You can't do anything.

You can't even manage

to bring laxatives!

You know what? I don't care.

Let's leave here quickly.

He's becoming unbearable.

Why are you smoking?

You all call us murderers,

and forget

that we fought against cancer

for the good of the nation.

The most important thing for us

was public health.

The Fhrer even ordered

a campaign against smoking.

Are you even aware

of all the chemical additives

you are inhaling?

No, he doesn't know.

With us, smoking was forbidden

in public places.

We even invented

non-smoking compartments

on trains.

Built highways,

housing...

And the Germans were happy!

You can believe me.

I still remember

the general euphoria of the 1930s,

when they chased out

the old "humanists"

from hospitals and universities

with general approval.

It was the same

for social Darwinism

and racial hygiene.

We needed it

and we wanted it.

And now the Germans

are unhappy.

They crawl before the communists

and the Jews,

because they are the ones

who hold the power.

I hate them all,

these damn weathercocks.

All the major industrialists

used camp deportees

for labor.

All of them!

Cigano!

Auschwitz was a very successful

enterprise.

But no one wants to hear that anymore,

huh, Rolf?

They all profited from it.

The bankers,

the industrialists,

the government organizations,

all lined their pockets.

Me, not a penny, and now,

I have to pay the bill.

They all made money thanks to the system

that was once in place.

No one protested when the Jews

cleaned the sidewalks.

No one said a word

when they suddenly disappeared.

Take Professor von Verschuer.

Former director

of the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute,

to whom I had sent the samples...

Well, he now runs

the genetic research center in Mnster.

Meanwhile, in my absence,

I have been stripped

of all my titles and honors.

A pilot who bombs a city

does not commit a w*r crime.

Quite the opposite.

He is considered a hero.

So why are they persecuting me?

I was a doctor, I saved lives.

I worked

for the future of Germany.

And I, a patriot,

am forced to hide

in this den

of poorly washed scoundrels,

full of criminals and addicts,

in the middle of nowhere,

among the garbage and the rats.

Two power outages a day,

shootings, filth everywhere...

What a degradation!

I never thought

I would have to grow old like this.

Mother said you were a good actor.

Shut your mouth!

Did you k*ll people?

Did you t*rture people?

Did you cut them open

without anesthesia?

Did you experiment on children?

Burned newborns alive?

What did you come here for?

Did you come here to judge me?

I came

because you said you were alone

and you were threatening suicide.

I don't need anyone,

least of all you.

You are nothing. You are nobody.

A naive petty bourgeois,

influenced by his mother, his stepfather

and Jewish propaganda.

Like your damn generation.

You will never understand

what happened to our country!

Never!

Let me die in peace!

Leave me and get out!

Or at least show some respect

for your elders.

Attention, Brazil,

it is 5:06 PM!

Rubens Paulis

opens the second half in Campinas.

Santos is here.

Pass from Totonho to Da Silva...

... is preparing to go

to the Legislative Assembly

to try to convince its members

to approve

the budget for an infrastructure project

which could change

the destiny of the State.

Let's move on to international news.

Eichmann was hanged in Israel

at the Ramla Palace prison.

Mikls, turn up the volume.

... accused of crimes against the Jews

and humanity,

and membership in the criminal

organizations SS, SD, and Gestapo.

His trial began a year ago,

after he was captured in Argentina

by the Mossad.

Eichmann was found guilty

of w*r crimes.

The death penalty, abolished in 1954...

Have you finished your homework?

Go get ready for school tomorrow.

Don't listen!

... applies exceptionally

as for w*r crimes.

The Israeli Minister

of Foreign Affairs, Golda Meir,

apologized for her interference

in Argentina,

but maintained

that her actions were justified.

Let us turn

to our own capital,

which continues its inexorable expansion

only two years

after its inauguration.

Despite its unfinished state,

it is a symbol of national cohesion.

He will go to So Paulo next week,

I will drag him there.

Let Gerhard

or someone else save him.

Don't do that.

Let's make them pay more.

For a bigger farm.

Hochbichler is our cash cow!

Are you crazy?

If you weren't a failure,

we wouldn't be hiding a German

to make ends meet!

Or to buy yourself dresses?

Have you ever thought about me?

Always alone,

taking care of the children,

managing the workers!

Darning and washing

while you are traveling,

God knows where!

You barely return,

and you're already gone!

How long are we going to live like this?

Think about the children.

I'm not talking about myself.

Think about their education.

I spent my best years

in this hole for you.

What if the police or the Mossad arrive?

So? Let them come.

We'll feign ignorance

by claiming Gerhard duped us.

They want the Beatles!

They have nothing to eat

and they want the Beatles.

We are live

from the Southern Cross Hotel.

The Beatles have arrived,

but remain unseen.

The police performed

a diversion maneuver

which created hysteria,

and the Beatles

were discreetly directed

to another hotel entrance.

Fans know they have arrived,

they are going wild, as you can see.

The police are literally overwhelmed.

The barriers are on the ground

and I am speechless

before the hysteria reigning here,

in front of the Southern Cross Hotel.

I already told you to stop

those chewing noises.

He is right, eat in silence.

It is not polite.

This gypsy food is inedible.

Full of salt, paprika...

This b*stard exasperates me.

How long are we going to put up with him?

Calm down.

Yes, I put in too much salt.

It's delicious.

Just the right amount of salt.

Like my mother's soup.

It is impolite to speak Hungarian

in my presence.

I might think

you are talking behind my back.

Or that you are making fun of me.

Do you like the soup?

I like it.

I don't.

Tell your father

what your teacher wrote.

Traitor!

In front of the children? I...

Shut up!

The way you defend him

is despicable.

If they were my sons,

I would not tolerate this behavior.

Be stricter.

Let them study instead of

hanging out with the natives

and throwing stones

at bats.

And make them stop

watching that crap on TV.

Have you seen what Roberto looks like?

With his long hair...

He should have

a decent haircut.

Today,

I was in the village and I noticed

a suspicious group

of Israeli tourists.

Bad news for you,

Herr Hochbichler, huh?

Learn German.

Proper German.

The children too.

Your Hungarian accent

gives me a headache.

Why don't you learn

Hungarian?

What good would it do me to learn

the language of a poor country?

Your Hungary is bankrupt,

inferior in everything to Germany,

which is honest and industrious.

This Soviet occupation

is a deserved punishment

for a nation of gypsies

whose only contribution to humanity

has been goulash and paprika.

But Germany is also

occupied by the Soviets.

Don't forget that,

my dear Dr. Hochbichler.

All because of the paranoia

of your vegetarian Fhrer.

The Fhrer is unique in his century.

A giant of History

like Alexander the Great and Hannibal.

And the little ignorant pygmy

that you are

should watch what he says.

You know nothing about it,

you cannot judge.

"Germany is so great!"

Why then,

Herr Hochbichler, are you so afraid

to appear

before a court of pygmies?

You only did your duty,

didn't you?

You are innocent.

Why stay here?

Go back and explain to your countrymen

that Auschwitz

was merely a stumbling block

on the path to the purity of your race!

You b*stard! Thug!

Stop!

You b*stard!

Get out!

Get out of here, Hochbichler!

You monster!

Get out of here! Right now!

Or I'll call the police!

This farm

belongs to me too!

So if I leave here, you do too!

You dirty gypsies!

It's better over there.

More light.

Is this really necessary?

It's too dangerous.

I won't show it to anyone.

It's just for me.

Cigano, calm down. Stay there.

Who will take the photo?

Nobody.

I'm setting the timer,

and we'll stand here.

Where am I supposed to look?

There.

Excuse me, Rolf.

I haven't been very kind to you.

It's hard.

You understand, I hope.

The w*r ends

at a different time for everyone.

Mine hasn't come yet.

I have to leave.

I hope we meet again.

Don't forget the things

I urgently need.

Spare parts

for my razor,

jam...

and my medication.

Come here,

Cigano...

The country presents

very varied climatic conditions.

In the North, in Manaus,

tropical rains are forecast

throughout the day,

with maximum temperatures

around 30 degrees.

Be aware of the risk of flooding...

Look...

Look how handsome he is.

Don't you think so?

Fortunately, he looks like you.

Rolf.

Rolf.

Rolf Mengele.

My son.

Rolf Mengele...

What a funny family name...

Mengele.

Where does it come from?

I don't know.

Josef...

- You don't know?

- No!

Yet you are a scientist.

An Aryan, eugenicist engineer!

You must know

where your name comes from.

I have no idea.

It sounds a bit like...

some kind of Christmas cake.

Or...

some kind of hairy arachnid.

Why is your skin

and hair so dark?

1978. So Paulo. BRAZIL

Cigano!

Rolf?

Wait!

Sir, where can I find

Don Pedro's house?

You are here. That's the one.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, sir.

I saw your advertisement.

Do you still need help?

I can cook, clean,

I have references...

Excuse me.

"The world grows old...

"and young again.

"But man hopes for blessed days.

"Hope accompanies him all his life.

"It dances around the smiling boy.

"The young man lets himself

be enchanted.

"But with him,

it will not be buried.

"In the grave,

"he finishes his weary journey.

"Hope is planted on his headstone."

Slowly...

Faster.

Faster.

Damn it! Nothing works anymore!

I am cursed.

Luisa...

Stay with me tonight.

Please!

Dom Pedro, I can't.

What will the neighbors think?

And my mother?

No, Mr. Pedro.

Perhaps if we were married

in proper form...

Very well.

Let's get married.

Really?

But without papers.

Why?

I can't...

I can't!

Everything is fine.

Dom Pedro!

A codfish croquette?

Later.

Mengele!

Mengele!

Who is there?

I will sh**t you, you dirty dog!

Get out!

If I go out, you are all dead!

Mr. Pedro, this is my little sister.

This is Mr. Pedro.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Pedro!

This is my husband.

Come, for a photo.

Come on, let's go.

Dom Pedro!

Josef Mengele

died in Brazil in 1979.

He was buried in Embu

under a false name.

On June 21, 1985, the So Paulo police

and forensic examiners

declared with high certainty

that the skeleton found in Embu

belonged to Josef Mengele.

In 1992, DNA analysis

confirmed their findings.