John Rabe Page #3

I want a report

sent to Shanghai and Berlin today.

Yes, sir.

- Chang.

- Yes?

You're to reinforce the sheds...

...to make provisional shelter.

Is that clear?

Boss, I'm driver.

And without shelter...

...you'll be a dead driver soon.

Herr Fliess.

Stop. Stop the car.

Close the gate! Close it!

The early bird catches the worm, eh?

Get out of the car.

- Open the trunk.

- Herr Rabe.

May I remind you,

you had your send-off yesterday.

You're talking to the new director

of Siemens Nanking.

- I don't remember handing over.

- Don't worry.

You've been busy enough

with your move.

What are your plans

as the new director?

Considering

what we witnessed yesterday,

the plant

will have to be closed immediately.

And what about the workers?

They will be contacted.

- Should we resume business.

- Do you have everything?

- Files? Accounting books? Contracts?

- No need to worry.

German efficiency.

A good plan, Herr Fliess.

It's just a pity your contract

doesn't start until the sixth.

The day after tomorrow.

If you doubt me, look in the trunk.

The contract must be with the papers.

German efficiency.

That may be so.

- But you have no say here anymore.

- You're right, indeed.

And you have no say here, yet.

But somebody has to have a say here,

don't you think?

Han?

Han.

Tell him to open the car trunk.

Herr Fliess,

would you please open the car trunk?

And now tell him

that for insurance purposes alone,

his access to the company grounds

must be restricted.

He'll stay in the guest apartment.

Staff will look after him.

- Herr Fliess...

- Don't bother.

Herr Fliess.

The apartment is over there.

I'm sorry.

If the Fhrer knew

the people they send here...

It's just ridiculous.

I know you mean well.

But let it rest, please.

Someone has to look after it.

- Someone, but not you.

- As long as I'm here, I will.

- And where are my fried eggs?

- You can look after them yourself.

December 4. 1937.

As the Japanese shells

tear through the sky overhead,

I open the gates

and let in all who come to us.

Women and children crouch

under the huge German flag,

with terror in their eyes.

The flag is said to be bombproof.

The Japanese

are faithful allies indeed.

They hold their fire

as soon as they see our flag.

Very honorable.

Hurry up there!

Come on! Quickly!

What is all this?

The refugees can't stay

in the front yard.

That's company grounds.

I'd need permission.

So they're staying in our yard?

Yes, exactly.

They're staying in our yard.

This way. Bring it over this way.

"The Japanese soldiers

are your friends!"

The Chinese took the bait.

Inform headquarters.

Congratulations, Major.

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