The Grey Zone Page #4

about escape, we're out.

How can you speak

for all of us?

You gonna speak for yourself?

Are you serious?

What, you're gonna go back

to your normal life?

Forget that. The point

is it doesn't make any sense.

You live to tell.

You're not going to live.

You won't make it to the Vistula.

Others have made it.

Others from the camp,

not from the kommandos.

They'll give up on someone

from Buna, or the camp,

but not anyone who's been

inside the crematorium.

What we could tell they'll

turn Poland upside down.

If we want to accomplish anything,

it has to be one thing.

One end.

And that's the machinery.

You've got to tell them this.

And there's no time left.

Do they know that?

Kommando 8 lasted

three months and a week.

Not with this kind of cargo.

Even Moll admits...

Moll's not going to tell you.

And with them locking us in,...

Do you hear this?

You don't even speak German.

What the f*** does

that matter?

I speak enough.

And I speak Yiddish.

- You speak Yiddish?

- From the Poles.

You heard from the Poles!

Shut up!

Mussfeld told me they

are gettting ready to move us.

No group has lasted more

than four months.

- All he's saying is...

- I know what he's saying.

We could be massacred waiting,

like every other group,

thinking we're different.

Which'll be worse even

than trying to escape.

We can tell them

we can work this out.

But it has

to be the crematorium.

Then they can do whatever they want.

You can run to hight heaven.

But after we've done

the buildings.

I'd like a bottle

of that wine.

Give us the necklace.

Oh, c'mon.

It's good wine,

you f***ing Yid.

You won't get that smelted and it'll be of

no use. We can get something for it.

- Two bottles.

- F*** you.

Hoffman, give him two bottles.

Be careful.

They're liars.

What are they gonna lie about?

He wanted to keep the necklace.

He thinks he's going to live.

We're a f***ing diversion.

These are Jews.

You keep saying that, Simon.

You trust Jews anymore?

No one would make it?

Suppose even you do.

Do you want to look anyone in the face

if any of your family's even alive?

What you've done

for a little more life.

For vodka and bed linens.

Anja, listen to me,

you're gonna die anyway.

We're dead.

They'll find the powder.

Don't say anything.

No matter what they do.

Don't say anything.

I love you.

This process of disinfecting is of

vital importance to your health.

One louse can kill you.

Cleanliness brings freedom.

You're all fine.

The quicker you get undressed, the

quicker you'll be cleaned, settled,

and reunited

with your families.

Filthy liar.

Remember the number of the hook

you hang your clothes on.

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