The Boys from Brazil

Hey, kid!

Hey, Ismael! Catch!

Such a pleasure to see you, Herr Lieberman.

The pleasure is all mine, Herr Strasser, I assure you.

I hate to bother such a famous Nazi-hunter like yourself...

with such trifles as the rent, but it is the third of the month!

Quite so. You will have a cheque in, er... several days.

By all means take your time, Herr Lieberman.

Feel free to ignore your responsibilities while my property is being ruined!

We have floods all over the building because of you!

You overload the floor, putting a strain on the pipes upstairs!

And then they break!

The pipes upstairs break, and I'm to blame?

Everything is connected. The whole building will soon collapse

because of you.

Ezra!

- You have a call from Paraguay! - Paraguay?

This is an apartment house, not an office!

You have no right to bring these heavy cabinets in here.

All right, all right! So next time rent to a feather merchant!

Hello?

Mr. Lieberman?

- Out! You understand? - Speak a little louder! I can't hear you!

Barry Kohler? No, I don't think I know you.

I sent you a package with photos.

You didn't?

You sound like an American. What are you doing in Paraguay?

I've been monitoring the activities of a group of Nazis.

And I've identified several of them as war criminals.

From your books and articles.

40 years of heartbreak and sacrifice, and you call it junk!

Yes! Junk, junk, junk!

Herr Strasser, we are wasting valuable time.

Huge chunks of plaster are coming down from your ceiling.

Look how I step on the ground. Soon I will be through into your apartment.

Right into the lap of your beloved wife, God forbid!

- Come. - Don't push me!

Leave my brother and me alone! Get out!

Come, Herr Strasser.

Esther, the man's an idiot.

No, I'm an idiot, for letting him make me angry.

Go on, take your phone call.

The young man who has just discovered there are Nazis in South America.

So, Mr. Kohler, forgive the interruption. Now, er...

I work alone, like you, Mr. Lieberman.

Which is why I'm calling you. I'm onto something.

Mr. Kohler, it may be a blinding revelation to you that there are Nazis in Paraguay

but I assure you, it is no news to me.

And if you stay there much longer, there will still be Nazis in Paraguay

but there will be one less Jewish boy in the world.

Something's going on! They seemed to be gathered for some kind of operation.

A bunch of them have been moving in and out of Ralph Gunther's estate.

I want to know what to do next.

Get on a plane and go home. Better still, go to the American Embassy.

Run to the American Embassy, and tell them to put you on a plane.

Thank you for your advice.

What did he want?

I don't know... Advice... Instruction...

A boy like that, lucky to survive one day in Paraguay.

He's been there... some weeks. I told him to go home and he hung up.

What did he want? Applause?

One, two, three...

four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two...

One, two...!

Goddamn! It works!

Come on, damn you! Tune in!

Gentlemen, he's coming.

So, Gunther... this is the moment.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, be at your ease, I beg of you.

- Gunther, would you do the honours? - Certainly, Dr Mengele.

Mengele!

Captain Gerhardt Mundt.

I have heard nothing but the highest praise for you, Captain Mundt.

Thank you, Herr Doktor.

- Major Ludwig Trausteiner. - Thank you for coming, Major.

- Er... Captain... - It's all right, Gunther.

Captain Farnbach and I are old comrades. Are we not, Captain?

It's extremely flattering to be remembered, sir.

Oh, I am not so senile or so ungrateful that I cannot remember a loyal officer

from the early days of the struggle.

And now for the youth.

This is Friedrich Hessen, son of Wilhelm Hessen.

Welcome, young man.

Wolfgang Kleist.

- I am pleased you are with us. - Thank you, Herr Doktor.

- And Otto Schwimmer. - A great pleasure, Herr Schwimmer.

And now to business.

Sit down, gentlemen, please.

The task before you is the most important operation that

the Comrades Organisation has ever undertaken.

It is the vital link in a programme

to which I and your leaders have devoted many years of enormous effort.

Your success on this project

carries with it the hope and destiny of the Aryan race.

And that is not an exaggeration, but the literal truth.

It is a holy mission, gentlemen.

You should consider yourselves highly honoured

to have been chosen to perform it.

Now for the details.

In the next two and a half years, 94 men must die on or near certain dates.

Sixteen of these men are in West Germany.

Fourteen in Sweden.

Thirteen in England.

Twelve in the United States.

Ten in Norway, nine in Austria.

Eight in Holland and six each in Denmark and Canada.

A total of 94... assassinations.

All of these men...

will be 65 years old when their dates come around.

Obviously, a few of them will already have died of natural causes.

Yes, Farnbach?

Who are these men? Jews?

Not one. They are all family men.

Tax inspectors, civil servants, school principals, men of minor authority.

Are we permitted to hire accomplices?

I would not advise it.

Bear it in mind that these are 65-year-old men.

Their eyesight is failing, they have slow reflexes, diminished strength.

I've been through Sweden quite a bit...

but I've never heard of this place... Rasbo?

It is a village, about 15 km from Uppsala.

That is Bertil Hedin, the postmaster there, ja?

And by killing this old mailman I will be fulfilling the destiny of the Aryan race?

You wish to be relieved of this assignment, Captain Mundt?

No, sir.

Then do not question your orders.

Simply obey them.

Yes, Herr Doktor.

I apologise.

Further questions?

The men's families are not to be involved.

And in the case of, say, younger wives

who might be open to romantic overtures as accomplices,

I repeat, the families are not to be involved.

You will live in a manner befitting salesmen for large German firms.

And you will have enough money for any equipment you might need.

It is vital that you check in with headquarters on the first, er...

Find it!

Find it!

Sir!

All right, Lieberman! Listen to this!

By killing this old mailman I will be fulfilling the destiny of the Aryan race?

Operator, any word on my call yet?

Hello?

Kohler?!

I thought I told you to leave!

Well, I didn't, Mr. Lieberman. But I think you're gonna be glad I didn't.

Doktor Josef Mengele was here tonight.

You call me at 3 o'clock in the morning

to tell me Doktor Josef Mengele is in Paraguay? I know that, Mr. Kohler!

So does my sister, so does my landlord, and my tailor!

And now you know it, too! My congratulations!

He came to a meeting at Gunther's house tonight, and the others were there, too.

Mengele's sending them out to kill 94 65-year-old men in the next 2 ½ years.

What are you talking about?

94 at 65...

Two and a half years?

I can hear you, Mr. Kohler. I just can't follow what you're saying.

Goddamn it, you don't have to believe me! I've got it all on tape!

All over. Europe, Canada, the United States.

Mostly civil servants.

OK. I'm running it down now. It'll only take a second.

Take your time.

Old men don't go back to sleep once they have been awakened.

Welcome, young man.

The stuff on now, it's just a lot of introducing and glad-handing around.

Mengele's acting like chairman of the board.

Will you stop asking questions and just listen, Mr. Lieberman?

- Sit down, gentlemen, please. - OK, here it comes.

The task before you is the most...

Organisation has ever undertaken.

Kohler?

Are you there, Kohler? Kohler!

Your success on this proj...

Kohler?

Clean the room.

Dispose of the body.

I do not want a trace of this vermin to remain.

Everything is all right. You will take care of the police.

- Who was the boy calling? - It does not matter.

- Perhaps you should wait. - We wait for nothing.

The Fourth Reich is coming, Gunther. Our men will leave tomorrow as planned.

Kill him.

Is there no way of checking this further?

All right, thank you.

The Vienna telephone exchange says there was a call from Paraguay.

The Paraguayans say that no such call took place.

I have finally found a couple of things from that boy.

Mundt!

Captain in a Death-Head Regiment.

Farnbach, a Gestapo agent.

Trausteiner!

Assistant Commandant at Dachau! Cheap bureaucrats and murderers!

And these...

who knows?

Ezra! You know you shouldn't.

Esther, after all I've been through, one puff won't hurt me.

These...