Alone in Berlin

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 Führer!

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.

Armistice signed in Compiègne

Morning, Quangel.

Morning.

You too

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.

The Liar

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 our troops on the front

have been so victorious,

it's time that those of us at home

do our duty as well.

The Führer wants to increase production.

He expects productivity to rise by 30%

in three months and to double that

within the next half a year.

The Führer'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 Führer?

Germany has taken my only son.

Yesterday I was informed he died in combat

for you, for the Führer.

I ask you, Dollfuss.

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.

Ugh.

Then there's a Frau Else Wernicke

who just lives round the corner, then‒

ah, listen to this: Claire Gehrich.

Ah, she's the wife of Obersturmbannführer 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.

Phew.

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.

You understand?

If the doorbell rings, don't open the door...

for anyone.

Otto?

I'm writing.

To who?

I don't know.

I'm writing cards.

Cards that tell the truth.

People will read these cards.

They will pass them on.

Cards?

You're scribbling cards?

What is that supposed to do?

Mother, the Führer murdered my son...

He will murder your son too. Pass this card on.

Why are you writing like that?

I'm disguising my handwriting.

Let me do it. Please.

Oh.

It isn't even locked.

What if she screams?

She won't scream.

My stupid wife takes food to her.

The old Jew.

She hauled all her stuff up here

after they burned her shop.

She's hiding.

Psst.

Calm down.

Papa, upstairs.

Let's go. Quickly.

What are you doing here?

Barkhausen, what are you doing in this apartment?

Herr Persicke.

Neighbor, we can share.

It's Frau Rosenthal.

Please, it's not my fault.

Out.

Look for the money.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to be.

You can stay with us.

This is too dangerous for you.

Shh.

Judge Fromm?

Come with me, madam,

quickly.

They'll be back.

Shh, be quiet. Come in.

My deceased daughter's room.

No one will look for you here.

Try to get used to it.

Go to sleep, and tomorrow morning,

you will listen exactly to what I say.

Tomorrow.

Good night, Frau Rosenthal.

Is she back in her apartment?

No.

I'm coming with you.

You can't stop me.

But they'll hang you. They hang women, too.

Of course they do.

You only go up to the building.

I go inside. I place the card.

I'll be right back.

I'll be with you in a minute.

This way, sir.

80 pfennig, please.