a conference
of united nations.
He got old, hasn't he?
- Who?
- Stalin.
The issue of Poland
has been thoroughly discussed...
I don't think so.
The principles and terms
of the meeting
of Foreign Ministers
have been fixed.
It has been also decided at
the conference that the Allies'
land, sea
and air forces,
based on a greatest
than ever before
coordination of military
efforts, would strike
on fully agreed dates
new,
even more powerful blows
at the heart of Germany.
What an idyll.
Blows from the east,
west, north and south.
That's what has been decided
at the conference.
He did get old.
What is it, Walther?
In his place, I think I wouldn't
display so openly
his complete misunderstanding and
aversion to his ally.
Though that should suit us.
Reichsfuhrer, it's spring of 1945.
Yes?
- May I come in?
- Yes, please.
I'm listening.
Yes.
In Lisbon.
5/11.
I've reported.
I've reported it.
Yes.
This is not a matter to discuss on
the phone.
No.
Not now.
Top secret.
Personal file on Wilhelm
Ferdinand Holtoff,
Obersturmbanfuhrer of the SS
(4th Dept. Of the Reich Security).
Reference on Wilhelm
Ferdinand Holtoff,
SS Obersturmbannfuhrer,
member of the Nazi Party since 1938.
A true Arian.
Character approaching
the Nordic, firm.
Maintains good relationship
with his colleagues.
Excellent work
showing. A sportsman.
Merciless towards the Reich's enemies.
Unmarried.
No discrediting liaisons.
Holder of the Fuhrer's decorations
and the SS Reichsfuhrer's citations.
Yet a lot still remains unclear. Yes.
I agree.
Hail Hitler.
I've been ordered by my superiors
to consult with you.
I got a very intricate case.
Either my prisoner
is mentally unstable,
or he should be handed over
to you, to the intelligence.
He speaks like those
English swine on the radio.
Sit down.
I can't go on like this! I just can't!
I can't, do you understand?!
I just want to live,
to live under anyone,
under fascism, under capitalism,
with Hitler, without Hitler.
I can't go on like this!
I just suffocate from your
blindness, stupidity, insanity!
Who ordered you
to write proclamations?
You couldn't have thought
of that filth yourself.
Who gave you the text? Your hand was
directed by the enemy's will.
With whom of the enemy did you
connive? Where and when?
I connived with nobody and
nowhere.
I'm afraid of talking
even to myself.
I'm afraid of everything.
Don't you have eyes?
Don't you realize that's the end?
We are finished!
Don't you understand that each
new victim now means vandalism?
You've kept repeating you
live for the sake of the nation.
So go away
and save the rest of the nation!
You're condemning
poor children to death!
You're fanatics
seizing upon power!
You eat well,
you smoke good cigarettes,
you drink coffee, cognac.
So let us too live like human beings,
not like dumb slaves.
Or kill me right now,
so that I don't go mad
from the sense of my own impotence,
of the stupidity of the nation
which you've turned
into a dumb flock.
Wait.
Shouting is not an argument.
Do you have any suggestions?
What?
I'm asking: What specific
suggestions do you have?
How can we save our
children, women and old people?
What do we have to do for that?
It's always easier to criticize
and bear malice.
It's much more difficult to propose
a reasonable program of action.
I reject astrology.
I bow down before astronomy.
I was refused a chair in Kiel.
That's why you're being so malicious!
Wait.
Stop shouting.
Go on, please.
There's interconnectedness
between everybody living on Earth
and the sky, the sun.
That interconnectedness helps me
take a more correct, a more sober
look at everything going on
on the soil of my homeland.
I'd be very interested in discussing
that subject with you in greater detail.
But now, I think, my colleague
will permit you to go to your cell,
where you will rest for a couple of
days, and then we'll continue our talk.
You