Mother Night Page #5

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I listened to everything you said.

Never missed a broadcast.

Did you know that | until this very moment...

nothing would have | delighted me more...

than to prove you were a spy...

to see you shot?

Now I couldn't care less | if you are a spy.

- Do you know why? | - No.

Because now I know | that even if you were a spy...

you could never have served the enemy | as well as you served us.

All the ideals that make me | proud of being a Nazi...

they came not from Hitler...

not from Goebbels...

but from you.

You alone kept me from concluding | that Germany had gone insane.

Now, look how you've grown.

You are here to kill my dog...

aren't you?

Yes.

But, Resi, it's not something | I want to do very much.

That's all right.

I never liked it anyway.

I just felt sorry for it.

I'm going to the front. | I just came to say good-bye.

Which front?

The Russian.

You'll die, then?

Well, maybe not.

Everybody who isn't dead now | will be dead soon...

including me.

I'm sure you're going to be fine.

That's all right. | It won't hurt.

Suddenly I just | won't be anymore.

Since we'll all be dead soon, | I might as well tell you something.

What is it?

I love you.

Oh, Resi, | that's very sweet.

No. I mean I really love you.

When Helga was alive | and you two would come here...

sometimes I envied her, | and sometimes I hated her.

When she died, I dreamt | I would grow up and marry you...

and be a famous actress, | and you'd write plays for me.

I see.

I'm very honored.

That's all right. | It doesn't mean anything now.

Nothing means anything.

Go ahead and shoot the dog.

Resi was only half right.

From what I could gather, | she was dead before long...

but I went on living.

Had I actually traveled | to the Russian front...

surely I would have died | as Resi predicted.

Instead, I motorcycled around | the German countryside...

thinking I could simply | wait out the war.

My little respite ended | two months later...

when I was captured by Lieutenant | Bernard B. O'Hare, American 3rd Army.

I had said "good morning" | to him in passing...

and he recognized my voice | from the radio broadcasts.

O'Hare seemed to take all | the things I said rather personally.

After my capture, | the American army escorted me...

on a private tour | of the Nazi death camp at Oerdre.

They thought it would be | interesting to see my reaction...

to the fruits of my labor.

Take a good look | at your Kraut friends, Campbell...

'cause you're next.

To me, | they looked quite peaceful.

Two days later I was driven away | by two American soldiers.

I couldn't quite tell | if they knew who I was.

Well, Howard...

what did you think of that war?

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