"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 trifle as the rent, but it is the third of the month." "Quite so, you will have a cheque in 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!" " Get out!" " You have no right..." " You have a call from Paraguay." "This is an apartment house, not an office building." "You have no right to bring in these heavy cabbinets in here." "All right, all right." "So next time rent to a feather merchant." "Hello." "Mr. Lieberman?" " Out!" "You understand!" " You get out!" "Go and fix your rotten plumbing." "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 identify several of them as war criminals." "Well, from your books and articles." "Forty years of heartbreak and sacrifice and you call it junk!" "Yes, junk!" "Junk, junk!" "Herr Strasser, we are wasting valuable time." "The hole up there is very enormous." "Huge chunks of plaster are coming down from your ceiling." "Look, how I step on the ground." "Quite 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." " Oh!" "The young man who's just discovered there are Nazis in South America." "So, Mr. Kohler, forgive the interruption." "I work alone like you, Mr. Lieberman, which is why I'm calling you." "You see, I'm onto something." "Mr. Kohler, it maybe 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 Naziss 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, or better still go to the American Embassy, run to the American Embassy and tell them to put you on the plane." "Thank you for your advice." "What did he want?" "I don't know." "Advise, instructions." "A boy like that." "Lucky to survive one day in Paraguay!" "He's been there some weeks." "I told him to go home, anyhow." "What does he want, applause?" "One, two, three, four." "One, two, three, four." "One, two." " One, two." " One, two." " Goddamn, it works!" " 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 Gerhart Mundt." "Yes, yes, I have heard nothing but the highest praise for you, captain." "Thank you, Herr Doctor." " Major Ludwig Trausteiner." " Thank you for coming, Major." " Captain..." " All right, Gunther." "Captain Farnbach and I are old comrades." "Are we not, captain?" "It is extremely flattering to be remembered after all those years, sir." "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 Dietrich 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 Kamerades organization has ever undertaken." "It is the vital link in a programme to which I and your leaders have devoted many years of huge effort." "Your success on this project carries with it the hope and destiny of the Aryan race." "And that is not an exageration, 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-an-half years, ninety-four 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 ninety-four assassinations." "All of these men will be sixty-five 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?" "Accomplices?" "I would not advise it." "Bear it in mind, these are sixty-five 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 fifteen kilometres from Upsala." "That is Bertile Hayden, the post master, there." "And by killing this old mail man" "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 travel and live in a manner befitting salesmen, for large German firms." "You'll have more than enough money for any equipment you might need." "It is vital that you check in with headquarters on the first..." "Find it!" "Find it!" "Sir!" "All right, Mr. Lieberman, listen to this." "Killing this old mail man," "I will be fulfulling the destiny of the Aryan race?" "Operator, any word of my call yet?" "Hello." "Kohler!" "I thought I told you to leave." "Well, I didn't Mr. Lieberman, but I think you're going to be glad I didn't." "Doktor Josef Mengele was here tonight." "You mean to tell me you've called me up 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." "The others were there too." "Mengele's sending them out to kill ninety-four, sixty-five year old men in the next two-an-half years." "What are you talking about?" "Ninety-four at sixty-five... two-an-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 of them, Europe, Canada, the United States." "Mostly civil servants." "Okay, 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've been awakened." " Welcome, young man." " The stuff on now, it's just a lot of introducing and glad handing around." "Mengele is acting like chairman of the board." "Will you stop asking questions and just listen Mr. Lieberman?" "Okay, here it comes." "The task before you is the most important..." "Kohler!" "Are you there, Kohler?" "Kohler!" "... your success on this project..." "Kohler." "Clean the room." "Dispose of the body." "I do not want a trace of this vermin to remain." "Everything is all right, you can 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, but Paraguay 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, Esther, after all I've been through, one puff won't hurt me." "These..." "Colonel Eduard Seibert, he's the adjutant to Rausch, the head of the Kamerads organization." "He was in command of the extermination units on the Eastern Front." "He's a real aristocrat, what's he doing in such undistinguished company?" "And then, it wasn't a hoax after all." "Esther, on the telephone, after that boy was cut off," "I felt something... something in the silence, something alive," "and... hateful." "Maybe, I'm getting senile." "You haven't got the time." "Ninety-four..." "ordinary men." "Beynon!" "Oh, Christ!" "Mr. Beynon, so nice to see you again." " How are you getting along?" " Can't complain, who'd listen." " May I take up a moment of your time?" " I'm so sorry, I'm late for lunch." "Oh, always such a prodigious appetite." "What?" "Eight times last week I call you and each time you are at lunch." "Maybe you have a tate warm?" "Now, Sidney, please, just a few moments of your time." "Very well, come on." "Ezra, you carry this whole damn concentration camp thing pinned to your coat-tails." "Why do you keep knocking yourself out?" "Nothing ever pays off." "Frieda Maloney is in jail." "Frieda Maloney!" "She was only a guard in a camp." "She strangled young girls with their own hair, bayonetted infants." " Maybe she was a despicable criminal, but she just isn't news thirty years later." "Sidney, there is a plot by the Kamerads Organization, which is the illegal army..." "Yes, I know what it is." "They plan to kill ninety-four men in the next two-an-half years." "Jews, I suppose?" "I want your European, Canadian and American bureaus to send you clippings of all sixty-five year old civil servants who die accidentally." "You pass them to me and I'll go through them." "And whose plot is this?" "Josef Mengele." "He's the red herring in this little barrel?" "What a title for the chief doctor of Auschwitz who killed two-an-half million people, experimented on children, Jewish and non-Jewish, using twins mostly, injecting blue dyes into their eyes to make them acceptable Aryans." "Ezra." "Amputating limbs and organs from thousands, operating without anaesthetic, but with the strenght of Wagner providing an obligato to the screams of the mutons he was creating." "Don't lecture me!" "Sidney, you owe me something." "Even if only to humour an old man who once brought you page one international story." "You owe me this much, Sidney." "Now, I'm collecting." "Have you any idea how many men in their mid-sixties, die every day?" "I try not to think about it." "Save it for your wife, Herr Doring." "What I've got is too good for her." "I can feel that, Herr Doring." "Go on, go on." "Pig." "Good boy." "Good boy." "Seibert!" "News?" "Good news, our salesmen have all checked in." "The first quotas have been filled, all on the exact dates." "Two a day early and one a day late." "Splendid, splendid!" "Come." "We'll have a nice lunch." "Colonel, I will need to have a full report on all this for my records." "I've already taken care of that." "Four out of seven on the exact dates." "They are good men." "Well chosen." "General Rausch called me yesterday from the Costa Brava." "Why didn't you tell us about Lieberman?" "I did not think this was necessary." "The General is concerned." "But Ezra Lieberman, no one takes him seriously." "Even the rich Jews who used to send him money, have found better ways to ease their consciences." "The man's bank has failed, his followers have fallen away from him." "He's entirely without credibility, I just decided he was not important." "If you'll forgive me, Herr Doktor, it was not your decision to make." "You could have compromised their agents all over the world." "And if I have told you about Lieberman, you would have compromised my project." "How bad would it be if we postponed for three or four months?" "That would reduce the outcome by... twenty percent, there are 18 men in the first four months it would change the results completely." "Assuming that there is an outcome." "There'll be exactly the results I have promised." "General Rausch wanted to recall these six men." "Impossible!" "Until we find out how much Lieberman knows." "Impossible, this project has a timetable that muste be observed, it cannot be changed." "Herr Doktor..." "Colonel, do you fully understand what it is that I have done?" "I, the outlaw, the so-called war criminal." "Right here in this God-forsaken place," "I have created a scientific miracle." "I have turned the whole world into a laboratory." "Our laboratory." "Don't talk me about six men." "I would send out six more if they were caught, and six more, and six more, until the task was done." "I agree, Herr Doktor, I agree." "I hope that we can resolve this Lieberman business, and that you get to put 94 check marks on that beautiful chart of yours." "Come." "Walk me to the plane." "You see how passionate I am on this subject." "Uh huh!" "To think that one day this place will be a shrine to be visited by millions of school-children." "Yes, that is a nice thought." "Yes, Doktor." "Gladbeck, three-thirty, Ezra." "We'll get there, we'll get there, when do I ever miss a train?" "Now you know what to do while I'm away?" "Go through all those clippings, separate them by countries, cities, try to isolate all violent crime." "Ezra, there are already more than a hundred clippings and Beynon called to say there are more to come." "Well, we have to start somewhere." "Yes, yes, but we can't afford to hunt for all those men." "Well, that's why I'm going to these cities first, because they are the closest and the cheapest, it's the begining." "Yes, but you know that..." "Remember to separate the ones in New England from the rest." "I can cover them while I'm on the lecture tour." "Still, without any help." "Without help, without money, without time, what else is new?" "The landlord!" "Where are you going?" " To turn that damn tape off." " Leave it, I like music." "Well, he doesn't." "He'll prowl round the landing listening at my door," " just waiting to catch me." " Catch you?" "Doing what?" "Just what we're doing now, love." "Mr. Harrington doesn't like any mucking-around in his house, he has a wife and kid, you know." "Old coot!" "Bet he wouldn't say no if I invited him in here." "Then maybe we'll invite him in." "Later." "Is this Frau Doring's residence?" "My name is Lieberman." "Good." "I think she's off the phone by now." "You're her grandson?" "Her son." "Herr Lieberman!" "Frau Doring, thank you so much for seeing me." "Won't you sit down?" "Thank you." "You are the same man they had on television, several months ago." "The Nazi hunter." "Frieda Maloney." "Do you kill Nazis when you catch them?" "That's against the law, it's much better to put them on trial" " so people can learn." " Learn what?" "Who they were, what they did." "So why even catch them?" "Just put it all in history books." "Clever boy you have here, Frau Doring." "Yes, but definitely lazy." "For example, right now he should be in his room practising." "I can't be in my room and answer the door at the same time, can I?" "Oh!" "I was only teasing, darling." "Now, please go and practise." "Now we can talk." "First of all, may I express my sympathy, things must be very difficult for you right now." "Thank you." "Is he your only child?" "Yes." "Did your husband leave all his money to Erich and you?" "And to a sister of his." "Why do you ask that?" "I was looking for a reason behind his death." "Emil's death was an accident." "Was he a Nazi?" "I did not meet him until 1955, so I have no way of knowing." "Did he ever mention the name of a Doktor Josef Mengele?" "Who?" "There was a considerable age difference between you two." "That wasn't the only difference." "I was twenty, straight off the farm and he was Mr. High-an-Mighty of the Transport Commission." "Forty-three, I think he was." " Did he have any hobbies?" " No." "Yes." "Yes, he did have one special hobby, Herr Lieberman." "He humiliated and beat my son at every given opportunity." "Would you like me to tell you who really killed him?" "God." "To set free a stupid little farm girl after twenty-two years of unhappiness." "Do Nazis answer prayers, Herr Lieberman?" "No." "That is God's business." "And I have thanked him every night, since he pushed Emil under that car." "He could have done it sooner." "But I thank him anyway." "Who the hell are you?" "Come in, Mr. Harrington." "She wants to talk to you." "I'll talk to her." "That would be nice." "John!" "John!" "Simon, stop playing with those puppets and go and wash your hands for tea." " Hallo." " I'm on my way, mother." "If you'll hold on, I'll just get her." "Nancy!" "Nancy!" "Telephone, Nancy." "Nancy!" "Nancy!" "Nancy!" "Nancy!" "Come on, Nancy, you can't spend your life in bed." "Nancy!" "Good, good, incredibly precise." "Everything right on schedule." "You didn't have to make the trip, Seibert, you could have used the radio." "Not that I do not welcome a little intelligent company down here." "Gunther remembered the digital clock you admired so much in his home." "Well, thank you, my friend." "Very nice of you." "Such a rational device." " Remarkable." " There is a problem." "Lieberman." "He was in Gladbeck, in Doring's house." "Possibly he found out about Doring." "You don't know?" "How could I?" " The boy, Kohler?" " Impossible." "Then, how did Lieberman get to Doring?" "Sheer coincidence." "That's not a very scientific explanation, is it, Doktor?" "Are you interrogating me, colonel Seibert?" "General Rausch put me in charge of security for this project." "How can I function, if I don't have all the facts?" "But you do!" "A nosey, incompetent, old Jew has bumbled onto one victim, what more do you have to know?" "Any idiot could see the next logical step." "Kill him!" "We don't want to create a martyr." "Ridiculous!" "Besides, he could have contacted various police agencies, or intelligence services." "They would not pay any attention to him." "If he died suddenly, they would." "Well." "Then, what are you going to do?" "Lieberman will have to be watched more carefully from now on." "If he seems to be getting closer to us, a decision will be made." "We will balance the danger of killing Lieberman against the scientific validity of your project." "Are you, my esteemed Chief of Security telling me that a project twenty years and millions of dollars in the making, will be dropped because of this insignificant impudent, old Jew?" "It wouldn't do to antagonize me, Doktor Mengele." "I've been one of your few supporters, since this Lieberman business began." "And should I drop to my knees in gratitude?" "Listen to me, Seibert," "I will not permit you to lay your failure, or your fear at my door." "I am a scientist, I have done my job." "You are an executioner!" "Do yours!" "Ezra!" "Oh!" "A reception committee." "How nice." "So, how did it go?" "A very rewarding trip." "The Krassner death at Freiburn was a genuine accident witnessed by many people." "At Gladbeck, I met a young housewife who was not exactly heart broken by the death of her old husband." "And at Prozheim they slammed the door in my face." "That's the way it will probably be with most of these people." " I know, come, let's get a coffee." " Yes, please." "Excuse me, Mr. Lieberman?" "My name is David Bennett." "I think you know a friend of mine, Barry Kohler." " Are you the boy who's been calling?" " What news of Mr. Kohler?" "None." " I know he was working with you." " That's not correct." " Well, he was in contact with you." " How do you know that?" " From letters we received." " We?" "The Young Jewish Defenders." "They're a bunch of fanatics." "Kohler told me he worked alone." "Yes, and he did, thanks to you." "After he read all your books, he decided to change his methods." "I did not send your friend to Paraguay." "He sent me these." "To prove that he wasn't off on some wild goose-chase." "He couldn't identify these three young guys, so I traced them." "This is Kleist, Hessen, this is Schwimmer, members of a neo-Nazi organization in Paraguay." "This has nothing to do with me." "Does Barry Kohler's life have anything to do with you?" " You have no right to talk that way." " Is Barry Kohler still alive?" " How do I know?" " Mr. Lieberman, Barry is dead." "You know that." "And I know that." "And that's why I'm here." "To pick up where he left off." "That means with you." "I work alone." "Im' not asking you for a job," "I simply want some information from you." "I can't help you." "I won't leave you until you talk to me." "I'm going to plant myself on your doostep, and I'll be waiting for you there every morning." "You're stuck with me, until you give me the information that I need." "Ezra," "I got another envelope of clippings from Beynon." "A big one." "All right, young man." "We'll talk." "Good morning." "I'm looking for the village of Storein." "You're going the wrong way." "Turn around and take the south road for about sixteen kilometres, then bear right, you can't miss it." " Thanks." " What are you doing in these parts?" " What?" " You are not Swedish." "I come from Don'tmund originally, but," "I live in Stockholm now." "I have spent some time in Germany myself." "Come now, Mundt!" "What's happened to your memory?" "My God!" "Major Hartung!" "I knew it was you!" "Can't I believe it!" "What in the world are you doing up here?" "Well, it's no great story, my sister was married to a Swede." "And after I escaped from the internment camp, I hid out with them." "I am Lars Lofquist now, Inspector of the Power Company." "And now what about you?" "I came up here on a job, for the Comrades Organization." "In Sweden?" "My God, what's going on?" "Can you tell me or would it violate orders?" "What the hell with orders, I'm sick of orders." "I'm up here in Storein to kill a school-teacher, on Saturday." "But don't ask me why, I cannot make head or tail of it." "Who is this teacher?" "Lundberg?" "Olafsson?" "Lundberg." "But I don't know what he looks like." "No doubt, he's probably a harmless old man, it doesn't make any sense!" "It makes sense to your superiors or they wouldn't have given you the assignment." "An order is an order." "Good God, man!" "You are an officer of the S. S!" "Have you forgotten?" "My honour is loyalty." "Those words were supposed to be engraved on your soul." "I know Lundberg." "I will point him out to you." "It isn't Lundberg." "And it doesn't have to be Saturday." "No one would have wanted to kill Jack." "The man was beloved." "If you had seen the wreaths his students sent..." "I have only one or two more questions to ask." "Did your husband belong to any international group?" "He was in the American Legion." "Rotary." "I guess that's international." "The Legion sent a Colour Guard to the funeral." "The coffin was drapped in the American flag." "What are you doing out of bed?" "I just came to get a glass of grapefruit juice." "He's got the flu, also I thought he could stay home a few days because of it." "This is Jack Curry Jr." "Just Jack Curry, now." "Jack, you bite your tongue." "This is Mr. Lieberman." "A famous man from Vienna in Austria." " What's he famous for?" " This is fantastic!" "You know you have a double." "A boy who lives in Gladbeck in Germany, exactly like you." "Exactly like me?" "I never saw anything like it." "Two twin brothers could not be more the same." "Jack, you go up to bed, and I'll bring you the juice." " I want to find out about..." " You do what I tell you!" "When you start paying the doctor bills, then you can hang around and get sick all you want, now just say goodbye and go." "Jesus Christ!" "Goodbye." "You watch your mouth, young man!" "It's amazing!" "I thought he was this young boy from Germany come to visit you." "Even the voice, the look in the eyes." "Exactly." "Look, I don't want to be rude, but as you can see, I got a lot of things to do." "Look, I'm sure that nobody shot Big Jack on purpose." "It was a horrible accident." "If you'll excuse me." "Hello, is this the Harrington residence?" "Yes, this is the Harrington residence." "Can I talk to your mother, please?" "Well, you could, but you can't." "This will only take a moment, I promise you." "My mother isn't receiving today." "Well, perhaps if you told her that I..." "Don't you understand English, you ass?" "We are not at home." "Wilcox had two married daughters." "No, no sons." "The Harringstons, do they have any children?" "What did the boy look like?" "Sort of pale, he had straight dark hair, very dark, blue eyes." "Yeah, yeah, I'm listening." "Why do you want to know about the kids all of a sudden?" "Listen, Mr. Bennett, if you want to ask the questions, you pay for the phone call." "No, nothing." "No, I haven't found a link." "No, I'm in the dark." "Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." "Coming." "I have to speak to you, Mr. Lieberman." "Well, come in." "I was just coming to see you." " Sit down." " No, I can't stay long." "Jack Jr." "Doesn't know where I've gone." "Mr. Lieberman, my son is the only thing I've got." " You can't take him away from me." " I have no intention of..." "When you spoke about that boy in Germany, I got worried." "The lady who gave Jack Jr." "To us, made us swear never to tell anyone." " Your son's adopted?" " It's just that... she was a German lady." "She was very nice, really." "I was amazed when I read in the papers, about all the things you said she did." "Frieda Maloney." "Oh, God!" "I knew I should never have come here." "Will you give me your word that you do not have any recording device in your briefcase?" "Thank you." "Do you have the depositions?" "I have brought one." "The agreement was that you would provide an advance look at all the testimonies against my client." "With particular regard to any scars, deformities, or disabilities, suffered by the witnessses." "Here." "The deposition is brought in good faith." "Two others will come if the interview should prove satisfactory." "You realise how unjust all this is." "Mrs. Maloney has been married to an American citizen for 27 years." "She has two children, one grandchild." "I suppose this can be... corroborated?" "By the mother of the child and three other surviving witnesses." "You will keep the interview brief." "You will discuss only my client's activities in America between 1964 and '67." "You will ask nothing about the charges against her or about any event that ocurred during, or directly after the war." "One question of that nature and I will immediately terminate the interview." "So." "I am to speak to you about my work with the adoption agency." " That is correct." " I don't mind." "What I did may have been slightly illegal, but," "I brought happiness to so many people and that's was important, huh?" "Now tell me, if you will, how you came to work for this agency?" "In the spring of 1963 I was contacted by someone" "I knew in the Comrades Organization." "Who?" "Frau Maloney will not answer that." "They helped me after the war and wanted me to return the favour by getting a job in an adoption agency." "Did they say why?" "If you let me finish, you'll find out." "The Rush-Gaddis agency hired me." "The Comrades Organization was interested in rejects." "Couples who had been denied children, because the husband was too old." "I was to go through the files looking for applications, specifically those of families with Nordic-Christian backgrounds, in which the husband was born between 1910 and 1914 and the wife between 1933 and 1937." "The husband had to have a job in something like civil service and both spouses had to be in perfect physical health." "Did they say why they wanted all this?" "That information is not relevant." "I was expected to obey my orders, not to question them." "This I did." "As I always had." "About a year after that I was ordered to contact several of the applicants and offer them a healthy white baby boy, complete with New York State adoption papers." "They were to pay me five hundred dollars and after their medical certificates had been cleared, they would receive the babies." "We would meet at a motel near Kennedy Airport, that used to be Idelwild." "The babies were delivered to me usually by stewardesses with Varig Airlines." "Varig?" "Did the babies all come from Brazil?" " Is that important to you?" " No." "What did they look like?" "They were all beautiful little boys, black hair, piercing blue eyes." "If you're looking for a long lost Jewish grandson, he was not among them." "How many couples did you give the babies to?" "About twenty." "Only Americans?" " Some were Canadian." " No Europeans?" "No." "Can you remember a Curry family?" " Curry?" "Yes." " Who else?" "Wheelock." "Henry Wheelock." "He gave me my dog Schatzie." "Beautiful Doberman." "It was only ten weeks old when I got him." "Where is Wheelock from?" "New Providence, Pennsylvania." "And how long after the Currys, did the Wheelocks get their baby?" "That's fourteen years ago, I don't remember." "And what has Josef Mengele to do with all this?" "We won't answer that." "It was all a trick, wasn't it?" "I know nothing of Mengele, but you'll link me with him, won't you?" "You want your pound of flesh, you don't care how yuo get it!" "Thirty years!" "The world has forgotten!" "Nobody cares!" "And you persist!" "And persist!" "Now, why don't you get off my back?" " One more minor question." " I'll say nothing to you." "As you wish." "This interview has not gone by any means to my satisfaction" "I will therefore withold the other two depositions we talked about." "You lying Jewish schwein!" "You're not a guard now, Madame!" "You are a prisoner!" "I may leave here empty-handed, but you are not going anywhere." "I think Frau Maloney could answer one more question." "When is your dog's birthday?" "You are an insane old man after all, aren't you?" "Schatzie's birthday?" "It was December eleventh." "Have a safe trip, David." "Why?" "Bye, bye." "...Mengele?" "That was David, he's off to New York for his sister's wedding, but he'll be back in a week." "Mengele... gives babies, fourteen years later he kills the fathers, he kills Doring, Harrington, Curry." "And the Currys got their baby four weeks apart and the fathers were killed four weeks apart." "Wheelock." "Malone's dog was born December eleventh, ten weeks." "I've already worked it out, February the twentieth." "That's only four days from now!" "Wheelock, New Providence, Pennsylvania." "How can I call Wheelock and tell him he's going to be killed by the people who gave him his baby?" "That Josef Mengele has already killed the fathers of at least two other boys who happen to be twins?" "Who would believe such a preposterous story?" "Herr Doktor, how kind of you to come." "A pleasure to be here." " Can this be little Elsa?" " Yes!" "You remember!" "Last time I saw you were that high." "You had whooping cough." "No, no." "I'm going to dance with your beautiful daughter." "Good evening, how are you?" "May I present to you my wife Gertrud?" " My love, Herr Mengele." " It's such an honour meeting you." "We're here on a little second honey-moon." "You're supposed to be in Krintianstad, getting ready to kill Oscarsson." "Traitor!" "No!" "He betrayed me!" "He betrayed you!" "He betrayed the Aryan race!" "Get a doctor!" "I am a doctor, idiot." "Don't you come near him!" "Shut up, you ugly bitch!" " I thought you knew..." " Hold still, hold still." "Doktor Mengele." "Could I call you away from surgery for one moment?" "If you'll excuse me." "And why was I not told that, that man was called back?" " All the men have been recalled." " Recalled?" "They should all be back here by the end of the week." "But why?" "What has happened?" "Lieberman visited Frieda Maloney in prison." "Lieberman again?" "Will I be plagued to my dying day by that infernal Jew?" "Maloney told him about the adoptions." "Well, that's not catastrophic, Seibert." "She only knows about America, work can still continue in Europe." "The organization doesn't share your optimism, Herr Doktor." "But all Lieberman has are a few paltry shreds of information that he could not possibly piece together." "Eighteen of your subjects have died." "That means according to your figures that we can be sure of one, perhaps even two successes." "And if my calculations are wrong?" "There's only one chance in twenty, or thirty." "No, Seibert, the men must go back." "They can't, the operation has been terminated." "Terminated?" "By whose authority?" "General Rausch and the Colonels." "I told you." "I told you from the beginning." "Kill him." "Kill him!" "It would have been so easy!" "It's gone beyond Lieberman, we don't know who else is involved." "You have betrayed me!" "You're all... all a bunch of selfish old men who've lost your courage." "You only want to bask in the sun in your old age!" "And if your Aryan grandchildren have to live in a world which is run by Jews, and Blacks, and Orientals, and slobs!" "You could not care less!" "Your operation has been cancelled." "No!" "Your operation has been cancelled!" "Mine continues." "Heil Hitler." "This Mengele was sort of a primitive geneticist in his ons way, wasn't he?" "I understand that he experimented on human beings." "Twins." "Then he was nothing more than a sadist really." "A sadis with a M.D. And a Ph.D." "Well, some people would say that's a perfect definition of a scientist." "What exactly do you mean when you say the boys you saw were more than twins?" "Not only do they look alike, buy they were also very alike in personality." "That is unusual." "Studies show that twins who are separated at birth develop totally different personalities." "But these twins, or perhaps I should say triplets because I believe that my associate saw another were like the same people, but brought up with different languages." "It's impossible, of course." "Excuse me doctor, but what is impossible?" "What is impossible, doctor?" "Mononuclear reproduction." "Doctor." "Cloning." "What if I were to tell you that I could take a scraping of skin from you finger and create another Ezra Lieberman?" "I would tell you not to waste your time, or my finger." "Anyway, that is cloning." "It was first done with plants." "A cutting taken from a plant and transplanted grew to be the exact duplicate of the donor plant." "Now we are doing the same thing with laboratory animals." "You mean, you can produce an animal from itself?" "We take the unfertilized egg off an ovulating female and destroy all of its genes and chromosomes." "We then implant the nucleus of the donor cell which could be taken from a blood sample, or even a skin scraping." "That cell with its genetic material intact, eventually becomes an embryo and is born as a living creature." "Without parents?" "Well, it has no father because the egg was never fertilized." "No mother, because its genetic code comes from another being." "Can you follow that?" "And this creature, is an exact duplicate of itself?" "Doctor, how can that be?" "Come along." "Ous experiments began with the simplest of animals, shrimps and frogs." "Animals in which the female's eggs are fertilized externally." "Then we moved on to mammals." "We tried several laboratoty animals and found the rabbit most convenient." "I had to develop instruments which could accomplig the operation and a whole micro-injection system" "I'll show you how it's done." "Here we are removing the eggs of white rabbit from the Fallopian tubes." "Now, you see the egg under a microscope." "I've brought the point of an ordinary sewing needle into view to give an idea of the size." "They are that small?" "Most mammal eggs are about that size." " Including human eggs?" " Yes." "The next step is to destroy the egg nucleus with ultraviolet light." "So that none of its genetic make-up remains." "Now you see an egg from a white rabbit ready to be injected with the blood cell from a black rabbit donor." "With the injection pipette one of the blood cells is sucked up and then injected into the egg." "After a few hours the eggs in culture divide and are ready to be put back into the female." "There, they grow into embryos, which in a month's time the normal gestation period, they will become baby rabbits." "In this instance, a black litter, from a a white mother and their black colour proves that they have been cloned from the blood cell of a black rabbit." "But, isn't it difficult to get the egg back into the female?" "Transferring the eggs isn't a problem we do that all the time with laboratory animals." "The really tricky part is the micro-surgery." "Getting the donor cell into the egg." "You're lucky if one in ten survives." "This can be done with humans?" "If the surgical technique were precise enough." " It's monstrous, doctor!" " Why?" "Wouldn't you want to live in a world full of Mozarts and Picassos?" "Of course, it's only a dream." "Not only would you have to reproduce the genetic code of the donor, but the environmental background as well." "Is Mengele trying to reproduce himself?" "No, he has brown eyes, and he comes from a very wealthy family." "Let's examine the family background of the donor." "The father is sixty-five years old." "Civil servant." "The mother is forty-two, you say?" "She dotes on the child." "Spoils." "The boy is... pale... dark hair... blue eyes." "Spoilt." "Right?" "Now, Mengele would certainly know every social and environmental detail would have to be reproduced." "Thus, if the parents were divorced when the boy was ten, this would have to be arranged." "Doctor Bruckner, the one who is cloned," "the donor," " he has to be alive, doesn't he?" " Not necessarily." "Individual cells taken from a donor can be preserved indefinitely." "With a sample of Mozart's blood and the women, someone with the skill and the equipment, could breed a few hundred baby Mozarts." "My God." "If it's really been done, what I'd give to see one of those boys." "Herr Lieberman!" "Herr Lieberman." "Not Mozart, doctor." "Not Picasso." "Not a genius who would enrich the world, but a lonely little boy with a domineering father, a customs officer who was fifty-two when he was born." "And... an affectionate doting mother" "who was twenty-nine." "The father died at sixty-five when the boy was nearly fourteen." "Adolf Hitler." "Colonel Seibert." "You Lieberman?" "Ja." "Come in." "Okay, boys." "Beautiful dogs." "Tear the throat out of anyone who even looks cross-eyed at me." "I guess you can see why I didn't exactly wet my pants when you said someone was out to get me." "Yeah." "Take off your coat." "Very impressive." "Yeah." "My son took those pictures." "Very good." "Very good." "A little artsy-fartsy, if you ask me." " Is your son at home now?" " No, he's in school." "And Mrs. Wheelock, is she at home?" "She's still at work." "So you're the guy who got that Nazi Eichmann?" "I located him." "It was the Israelis who did the actual kidnapping." "How much did you get for that?" "Nothing." "I did it for the satisfaction, I hate all Nazis." "I don't know about the Nazis." "The Niggers we got to worry about." "Hey, why are these Nazis after me?" "Well..." "You know, I..." "I find it very hard to talk." "Don't worry about them, they won't bother you unless you bother me." "I was attacked by... by a dog when I was a child, a German shepherd, and I still feel uncomfortable with a dog in the room." "Jesus!" "You're like my neighbour Wally." "I mean, he won't even walk up the driveway unless the dogs are lockep up." "Okay." "Come on, boys, in you go." "There's no other way that they can come in?" "No." "Thank you." "I feel much better." "Hey!" "Put your hands up." "What the hell are you up to, anyway?" "Is there a basement in this house?" "Yeah." "Take me to it." "Do you have any pictures of your son?" "There's an album on the table." "What do you want them for?" "Please, do not worry." "I am very anxious to see him and talk to him." "I am the doctor who delivered him." "Open the door." "Go down the stairs, Mr. Wheelock." "Now, listen, I don't give a doodily-shit about Jews or Nazis." "Good." "Tell me, please, which way to Quarryville?" "Turn left at the end of the exit, it's beyond Thirty, take a left, it'll take you straight into Quarryville." "Thank you." "Quiet, damn you!" "Bobby, dear, dear, boy." "Mr. Wheelock." "Mr. Wheelock." "Mr. Wheelock!" "Mister..." "You." "Herr Lieberman." "Get up, Jew!" "Up!" "Up!" "Yes, I am going to kill you, but I want you to go to your death with the knowledge that all your efforts have gone for nothing!" "I have the money, and I have the will!" "And no one can stop me!" "Did you kill Wheelock?" "No, he's in the kitchen, mixing us some cocktails." "Do you know what I saw on the television in my motel room at one o'clock this morning?" "Films of Hitler." "They are showing films about the war, the movement, people are fascinated, the time is ripe." "Adolf Hitler is alive." "Tis album is full of pictures of him." "Bobby Wheelock and ninety-three other boys are exact genetic duplicates of him." "Bred entirely from his cells." "He allowed me to take half a litre of his blood and a cutting of skin from his ribs." "We were in a biblical frame of mind." "On the 23rd of May, 1943, at the Berghof." "He had denied himself children because he knew that no son could flourish in the shadow of so God-like a father." "But then he heard what was theoretically possible that I could create one day not his son not even a carbon copy, but another original!" "He was thrilled by the idea!" "The right Hitler for the right future." "A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980's, '90's, 2000." "Kill!" "Away!" "Off!" "No more gun." "Holy shit!" "Bobby." "Bobby." "My dear, dear boy." "You cannot possibly imagine how happy I am, how joyous I am, to see you standing there so fine, strong and handsome." "Call these dogs off, Bobby, call the dogs off, please." "I'm an old friend of the family." "In fact I'm the doctor who delivered you." "And I stopped by, having just returned from abroad, and he let me in." "And then he pulled out a gun, fortunately I was able to overpower him." "Now call them off, Bobby, call them off, please." "Cut!" "Cut, how clever." "I said, 'off', and I said, 'away' and I said 'no gun, no more gun'." " Then you had the gun." " No, he had, he..." "They're trained to attack anyone carrying a gun." " They were locked up and let them out." " The dogs are never locked up." "Bobby." " My dear, dear..." " Action!" "Cut." "Cut!" "They won't listen to you." "Bobby." "That man is your enemy, don't listen to him, I beg of you." "Call the police." "Yeah." "By all means, do so, Bobby, but first there are some things about yourself you must know." "What do you mean?" "If I prove to you that I know you better than anyone in the world, better even than your own mother, will you listen to me?" "You are a clever boy." "Are you not?" "You do not do well in school, that is because you are too clever." "Too busy thinking your own thoughts, but you are much smarter than your teachers, eh?" "My teachers are nowhere." "You are going to be the world's greatest photographer, are you not?" "Have you ever felt superior to those around you?" "Like a prince among peasants?" "I feel different from everyone sometimes." "You are infinitely different." "Infinitely superior." "You were born of the noblest blood in the world." "You have it within you to fulfil ambitions a thousand times greater than those of which you presently dream." "And you shall fulfil them, Bobby." "You shall." "You are the living duplicate of the greatest man in history." "Adolf Hitler." "Oh, man, you're weird." "Bobby, I'm telling you the truth." " Find your father." " What?" "He killed your father." "Bobby, listen to me." "It was this vicious Jew, your sworn enemy." "He killed your father, and he came here to kill you." "Bobby." "Let me protect you." "All your power will burst forth when the time comes." "When you grow older and you see the world engulfed by human garbage." "When you feel this urge rising within you to save your own Aryan folk from extintion." "Then you will rejoice in your heritage and bless me for creating you." "Bobby!" "You must understand!" "Your parents are of no importance!" "They were chosen for you!" "Now that they have served their purpose they must disappear from your life!" "Bobby!" "Bobby!" "You freaked-out maniac!" "Bite!" "Bobby!" "Holy shit!" "Cut." "Cut!" "Cut!" "Hey, man!" "Get out of here!" "Out." "I think you'll die if I don't call an ambulance for you." "I could just go out right now, my mum won't be home until late." "You'll be dead by then." "If I call the police, will you tell them what I did?" "Okay." "Shake." "Come on, shake." "Okay, you got a deal." "I'd like an ambulance and a police car to the Wheelock residence on Old Buck Road, please." "Hey, man, this is an emergency." "A heavy duty emergency." "David." "What a surprise." "Which one of the assassins was it, Mr. Lieberman?" "I thought you went to a wedding." "No more deception now." "No more blind alleys." "All right." "It was Mengele." "He's dead." "It's over." "The Doring boy ins't dead yet." "Neither is Simon Harrington, nor Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock." "It took a little time, a little back tracking, a visit to Dr. Bruckner." "But now we know... everything." "And what are you going to do about it?" "Kill the boys." "Brilliant man that Mengele." "I suppose he had all 94 of those names and addresses memorized." "Now, you are trying to fool me." "You have been searching the room." " He must've had a list." " He did, now I have it." "Give it to me." "Why?" "We have the right and we have the duty." "To do what?" "Kill children?" "Give me that list." "You'll have to take it from me." "And when you do you can add my name to the list." "I don't mean you any harm." "You'll have to kill me, David." "The first of those boys that you touch," "I will turn you and your entire organization over to the police." "I swear I'll do that." "You would protect Hitler?" "No." "Not... not slaughter the innocnet, and neither will you." "A fanatic you may be, but a murderer of young children you are not." "You know, there is a nurse here, an angel of mercy called Miss Hanrahan, who actually gives me cigarettes." "You know, what she said to me the other day?" "She said, 'Mr. Lieberman, if you can escape Buchenwald and you can escape those bullets, then a few cigarettes will not hurt you.'" "Wasn't that a nice thing to say?" "Mad."