Generation War (Unsere Mütter, unsere Väter)

PREVIOUSLY

I expect you to make us proud.

This is about nothing less than the future of Germany.

Take cover!

It's your brother.

Fire at will!

- We were five, five friends. - To us.

We'd known each other since we were children.

Charly would serve her country as a nurse.

We represent the German woman.

Charly.

- Have you loved him for long? - Yes.

- Does he know? - I don't think so.

She thought she should do her duty.

A nurse called Charlotte

has reported that a Jew is hiding here.

I'm sorry.

Viktor Goldstein.

His father was a respected tailor.

Viktor was to take over the business,

until it was destroyed on "Kristallnacht."

A good German doesn't break the law.

We're no longer German.

Jews are being sent East.

Greta. The two of them are inseparable.

We all believe she'll be a star one day--

the new Marlene Dietrich.

She wanted to save her friend Viktor.

I need papers. Can you help him?

I'll make you a star.

My little brother, Friedhelm.

The war will make a man of him.

It'll bring out the worst in us.

The bookworm, lover of Rimbaud and Jünger.

Here, I am not your brother.

In the war, he became a warrior.

And this is me, Wilhelm Winter,

Lieutenant in the Windhund Company.

Where there are Jews, there are partisans. This is a war.

- This is not war. - Yes, it is...

in the name of the Führer.

The war will be over by Christmas.

It was the five of us.

Friedhelm!

GENERATION WAR

Part II A Different War

May 1943.

We parted two years ago in Berlin.

Two years and still no end.

At first, it was just a feeling, but now I know:

the German army is not invincible.

We moved into position at Orel.

They say that the final, decisive battle will be fought soon--

the battle that will end the war.

I don't know whether I can still muster

what my men expect of me:

a firm belief in victory.

We'll continue.

Take cover!

Let's get out of here!

You gave us quite a fright.

FIELD HOSPITAL -- OREL, RUSSIA 360 KM

Nurse, please help me.

Nurse.

Pressure bandage. The Russian.

- But we're only allowed to-- - Just do it.

- The head injury first. - What about the Russian?

We don't even have enough morphine for our own wounded.

Turn on the radio.

Nurse Hildegard, will you assist her?

That was famous singer Greta Del Torres,

singing "My Little Heart."

The high command has announced

that the Führer has spoken from his headquarters...

I thought that the Lieutenant Colonel--

I'm sorry, Miss Greta.

To the best of my knowledge, he's at the opera with his wife.

His wife.

Take me home.

292nd INFANTRY DIVISION OREL, RUSSIA. MOSCOW: 350 km

3 days until the Battle of Kursk

Two years in Russia and I don't understand a thing.

Get yourselves something to eat.

Yes, sir.

Fresh from training, just kids.

The older the war, the younger the soldiers.

When can I take my leave?

The lieutenant says that all leave has been cancelled.

They need all the men they have for the offensive.

Shit, my fiancée--

You don't have a fiancée, Bartel.

How will I ever get one if I can't have any leave?

Hello.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is--

That ginger guy, last week. What was his name, Schneider?

The one whose head got blown off.

If you're still alive in four weeks' time, then you can tell me your name.

Until then, it's one and two.

Your brother will make men out of them.

Yes, I'm sure he will.

Nurse, what's your name?

Charlotte.

Will you have a drink with me?

I don't drink when on duty.

Then give me a kiss.

Today is my 21st birthday.

Congratulations.

I have shrapnel inside my head.

An operation is impossible.

I must look like a ghost, which is ironic

because I'm with the 707th Company. We call ourselves the ghost legion.

The ghost legion, what does that mean?

We make Jews disappear.

Women, too?

What do you think happened to Lilija?

She was a good nurse.

Listen, she was a Jew,

and the Jews want our demise, remember?

Make sure that a comment like that doesn't fall upon the wrong ears.

Without knocking?

Do you think I'm some BDM girl?

What if I hadn't been dressed?

Nothing I wouldn't already know.

Lout!

Does your wife have a headache again?

Perhaps she and I should meet for a coffee.

You should have called.

I have no time. I'm learning new lyrics.

You'll soon have to learn many more lyrics.

How would you like to go on tour?

On tour?

A few dancers, a juggler,

and the star of the show: Greta Del Torres.

I could ask Marika Rökk.

I could learn a few French chansons.

I've always wanted to go to the Moulin Rouge.

We'll do Paris afterwards.

Afterwards?

The tour is heading East.

Warsaw...

- Well, I could-- - Russia.

What?

- You don't expect-- - You'll sing for hundreds of men.

You lousy--

Officers who haven't seen a woman for months.

You'll celebrate victories,

and when the final victory is won, Paris, Milan...

Rome,

Vienna,

Budapest.

All of Europe will be yours.

You should pack now.

Your plane leaves tomorrow.

What are our chances?

The German Africa Corps has surrendered.

It's 300km from Tunis to Sicily.

The Allies will attack Italy next.

We must push the Russians back.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

- When will we finally fight? - Will the Russians attack?

We'll attack first, obviously.

Germany always attacks first.

The Führer said the war will be over by winter.

Did he mention which year?

That's negative thinking,

defeatism.

Okay, guys, it's late.

Time for lights out.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Come inside, children.

Get away from the well.

Schneider, get away from the well!

Stop the car.

- Your plane leaves in half an hour. - I know.

What is it?

- Sorry, I must have the wrong floor. - Are you looking for the Jews?

- Yes. - They've gone.

Gone?

Berlin is Jew-free now, remember?

They didn't even clean the house, filthy scum.

Unbelievable.

Now be quiet, or else the Russians will come.

Well, at least the furniture came in handy.

Tell me,

what do you have to do with them?

KOPICE, POLAND AUSCHWITZ CONCENTRATION CAMP: 170KM

What are you doing?

Look, you mustn't do that. Stop it.

They'll shoot us all.

Stop. Stop.

Hey, you're dead, maybe tomorrow, in a month, or in a year.

Keep shouting, you're dead right now.

That goes for you all.

Nobody has to join me,

but nobody stop me.

I was in Sachsenhausen.

They said they needed workers for a company close to Lublin.

Then you are lucky.

Have a good trip.