Alone in Berlin

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- Victory over France!

Victory over France!

West front surrenders!

Victory over France!

- The French are defeated!

- Good morning, judge Fromm.

- Yeah!

- There's nothing for you today.

- That is what I call good news.

I wish you a nice day

just the same.

-Your honor.

- Heil Hitler!

- Heil Hitler!

-So what's the news?

- A letter from the military

postal service. Typed.

-Who?

Quangel's son.

- Herr Quangel, for you.

- Something has happened

to the boy?

-Those liars!

-Anna.

- You're to blame.

You and your damn war!

You and your damn fuhrer!

- Anna.

- Please..

Leave me alone.

-It's me, Eva.

Frau Rosenthal?

-Anything from my husband?

Thank you, Eva.

-What do you need?

-I don't need much.

As always.

-Morning.

- Frau Quangel, how much butter

do you need?

Half a pound? Your usual?

You have milk and eggs.

Now how much butter do you need?

- I..

- Oh, come on!

- Come along.

- Hurry up.

- Frau Quangel?

I'll take you home.

- I'll be straight home

from work.

- Hey, Quangel.

What's the hurry?

Is something wrong?

We're going to get rich.

A victory over France.

Know what that means?

We're gonna be the richest

country in the whole world!

- So, in the next few weeks

we will have

destroyed England

and ended the war.

And since the troops

on the front

have been so victorious

it's time that those of us

at home do our duty as well.

The fuhrer wants

to increase production.

He expects productivity

to rise by 30 percent

in three months

and to double that

within the next half a year.

The fuhrer's wish

is our command.

We will now receive

any proposals

about how to reach this goal.

Sieg Heil!

- Sieg Heil!

- Workers, does anyone

have anything to say?

Yes, foreman Quangel?

- To increase productivity,

additional machines

must be installed

and a few shirkers laid off.

-What are you talking about?

Who are those shirkers?

- Some can't keep up

with the work pace.

Others don't want to.

Talking politics, skipping work.

Some men here are good at it.

Very good.

- How dare you talk

like that, Quangel?

You're not in the party!

How dare you discredit

members of the party!

- Quangel only thinks

of himself.

Do you donate anything

to the winter relief fund?

And to the fuhrer?

- Germany has taken my only son.

Yesterday, I was informed

he died in combat.

For you. For the fuhrer.

I ask you, Dolfuss.

What more can a man donate

than his child?

- Anna!

Anna, we have visits to make!

The Nazi women's league

is waiting for you!

Heil Hitler, Anna!

Where were you?

- We're late!

- Now, come on.

It's time to go.

We'll wait downstairs.

- I'll change. I'll change.

- So, first

that Frau Gerda Kleinschmidt.

Then there's

a Frau else Wernicke

who just lives around

the corner, and then..

Ah, listen to this,

Claire Gehrich.

- Ah, she's the wife

of Obersturmbannfuhrer Gehrich.

You have to be really diplomatic

if you visit her.

- Should I cross her out?

- No, no, we can't do that.

We all have to do our part

but, uh, perhaps not today.

We have to be in good shape

for someone like that.

What a nice place.

- What can I do for you?

-Your husband?

-Yes.

- Your husband's

fighting in Poland

isn't he, Frau Kleinschmidt?

He's risking his life,

day after day for his people

and his fatherland while you are

having a good time in Berlin.

-Aren't you ashamed?

- But I..

But..

Nobody understands.

I'm so worried for him.

I'm so worried, but..

-Knock it off!

Get back to work.

Don't think this will save you

from the front.

I'm not going to lie.

I know you did it on purpose.

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