Truth & Treason

Keep up, Salomon!

Where are we going anyways?

Let's race, boys. Come on!

Oh, I know where we're going.

Go! Jump, you pansies.

We don't have to do this.

This was your idea.

It was a great idea... from down there.

Helmuth's worried he's going to mess up his beautiful hair.

Easy!

All right. I'll go if you do. On the count of three. One.

Woah, hang on, hang on!

You blokes are bloody cowards.

I don't see you jumping.

Two!

Yes you do.

Whoo! Haha!

That was nothing! Jump, Rudi!

Oh, bother. Three!

Jump, pansies!

Let's go!

Helmuth! Helmuth!

What was I thinking?

Helmuth! Helmuth! Helmuth! Helmuth!

Helmuth!

One people! One Reich!

One bridge--

Salomon! You coming with us to pick up Gerhard?

I don't know, when does his train arrive?

Saturday, half six.

Ah, the big brother returns.

I'll have to see if I can make it.

Uh-oh.

You boys are more than late.

More than late? I knew we were late, but not more than late.

Where's your uniform, Karl?

It's at the cleaners, Rolf.

Like last week?

What are you laughing at?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, then I think you need to tell me how sorry you are

for laughing at me. For nothing.

Why don't you talk to me, Rolfi?

Shut up.

Your girlfriend's just about to tell me how sorry she is.

Sorry.

That's right, you little pansy.

Nobody calls my friend a pansy.

Move.

I'm gonna report you, Karl! You hear me?!

You'll regret this!

Honey, it's ready!

You coming?

Morning.

How was the night shift?

Oh, don't you look handsome.

Mom, please, you're spitting on me.

Morning, Hugo.

Morning.

I'll give it to you when I'm done.

Big day today, eh?

It's Helmuth's first day at his new job at City Hall.

What did they say?

The youngest intern they've ever hired.

Are you nervous?

Not really.

I mean, a bit, I suppose, but I feel ready.

Have you written your patriotic statement?

Never before has Germany been more fatherland

to us than it is now.

In this Athenian age,

the dawn of the national-socialistic millennium.

Examine the unblemished faces you pass on the street,

their strong builds.

The industrious manner with which they carry themselves.

Gone are the plutocrats. The wealth infested aristocracy.

Gone the sprawling estates of the decadent bourgeoisie.

They're ready for you.

Today, our nation stands strong and tall

on the shoulders of our Führer, Adolf Hitler.

As we distill the essence of the previous statement,

two questions arise.

First, what lifts us above the other industrialized nations,

and... second point...

or... uh... or question.

How did we arrive at this great juncture in history?

The answer to both queries is one and the same.

It's nothing less than our German perseverance,

our blood, our very nature.

That was very good. And you're sixteen?

Yes, sir.

Very well done.

We shall use your statement in the office newsletter.

What do you think of that?

-That would be-- - Perfect!

Just leave your notes with Fräulein Kluge here.

She'll type them up.

Uh... or I could--

Welcome to Upper Administration.

Your notes?

Right now?

So you're the gifted writer

they've been talking about.

The "youngest intern we've ever hired."

So I've heard.

Huh.

Come on.

This is your desk.

But for today, all this needs to be filed and archived.

We call this "the dungeon." At least I do.

Where we file everything into oblivion.

That back there is for tenured public officials

and civil servants.

This here is for state employees and service workers.

Chronological.

That's where we keep archived copies of banned literature.

Locked for obvious reasons.

And these are policy updates, both regional and national.

It's all alphabetical, basically.

And all that is just other administrative things.

You'll figure it out.

Welcome to Upper Administration.

-Heil Hitler. -Heil Hitler.

Morning sir.

It's come to this, has it?

Still smoking? I thought Anne made you quit.

She did.

See, my wife's trying to get me to quit.

She’s a good German.

The Führer doesn’t smoke, so she stops smoking.

Are you married?

I ask if you’re married,

but I suppose I’m not being completely honest.

We brought in your wife this morning.

Hilde, right? And your daughter.

They’re just down the hall.

We’ll chat with them in a few minutes.

But you knew that, right?

That if we caught you, we’d have to bring in your family as well.

Question them.

Yeah, you thought this through

before you planned your little coup, right?

Oh, maybe not.

How do they always forget that part?

Well, let's not drag this out, Albert.

Who sold you the firearms?

I found them.

Hm.

Gerhard!

Hey! Look who finally shows up!

Why weren't you at the train station?

How was France?

A joke. A walk in the park. Great food, though.

Salomon, are you coming up for dessert?

Can't pass up on that now, can I?

Of course he is.

So, what do you think of Hugo?

Yep, that's what I thought.

Mom sure seems happy though, huh?

Still on the honeymoon, I guess.

Can you keep a secret?

Where'd you get that?

It's a short wave.

I know what it is. Where'd you get it?

Le Marché Noir. The French black market.

Shh. Turn it down!

The reception on this thing is incredible.

You can get news from anywhere. Russia, Holland, the BBC.

Wait, wait. Go back.

Mendelssohn.

I'm surprised at you.

Listening to a banned composer on an illegal wireless.

That is a capital offense.

Now, this... this is more like it.

Yeah. Banned American music. Completely different.

Come on, up you get.

I can't...

Come on, little brother!

-I can't. -Yes you can.

-Move your feet. -I'm not like...

Yeah, you can, come on.

That's it!

Shh!

What's all the racket?

We were dancing.

What?

You know, just fooling around.

Oh. Yeah, well, it's getting late,

and I'm sure your mother will be dragging both of you

to church in the morning, so you should...

True. I'll tuck him in.

And you. You need to go. It's past curfew.

I'm glad you made it back in one piece.

Me too.

See you at church.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Don't have too much fun without me.