Friedrich, time for a break !
- Friedrich, here's your day loan. - Thank you.
Friedrich, watch where you're going !
Berlin Wedding, Late Summer 1942
- I'm sorry I'm late. - Yes, I see that. What's up?
I had to work.
This fight is very important for us, understand?
Is that them?
Yes.
Students from Napola, our new elite.
They may look nerdy. But don't worry, they aren't any different than you.
Alright, you made it. But don't get too excited about it.
What's up, punk? Want a punch in the mug?
You won't be any uglier than now, anyway.
And you?
Did you say something?
I don't hear anything...
What's going on here?
Is everything okay?
Next !
Good job !
Nicely done, you'll make it.
And don't forget to cover !
Box !
Attack him !
Now ! Catch him !
And nail him ! Bring it on ! Hit him !
Hold still...
Great fight.
You fought well, Congratulations.
Heil Hitler !
I saw your fight, I like your style.
- What school are you from? - None, I just graduated.
Did you hear about the Fuhrer's schools?
Hitler's educational outposts?
I teach Boxing and German at such a school, at the Napola, in Allenstein.
We're currently accepting applications.
If you report there tomorrow morning, I may be able to help you.
What's your name?
Friedrich Weimer.
I'm Heinrich Vogler.
You've got talent, Friedrich.
Man, they're the "Elite"!
- Really? - Sure !
They only accept the best.
-Heil Hitler, Friedrich. -Heil Hitler.
It's good of you to come.
First we have to conduct some medical procedures, then, it's the dexterity exam.
Understood?
Good. Then get in queue.
Thirteen.
Ten.
Eye color?
15.
Hair color?
B.
Why did you choose this school, youngster?
Because I want to serve the Fuhrer, my country, and my motherland.
Nordic type, class 1-B.
Where have you been?
- Boxing. - At this late hour?
No, I...
I was applying to the Napola school.
What did u say?
-You won't go there. -But, papa...
It's a big chance for me, I can become whomever I want...
Under no circumstance !
It's already too much, what Hitlerjugend does to you all.
You're not going to any elite school.
You're going to work in a factory ! End of discussion !
Why not? I'll get a secondary school certificate there.
And you wouldn't have to pay...
Do as I say.
We've got nothing in common with those people, understood?
Yes, father.
Why did dad get mad?
He won't let me go to that school.
What school?
A special one.
It's located in a castle, they've got everything there,
showers, boxing hall, not to mention the gliders.
After you graduate from there, you become the elite,
and don't have to worry about money anymore.
And dad doesn't want to let you go there?
It sounds really great !
You feel dirtier leaving this, than when you enter it.
Same difference.
You'll report first to Kindler, then you'll start working in a month.
In one month?
So that you won't have any time for stupid thoughts.
Well, are you happy?
I'd rather stay here.
That's so stupid.
It'll be great.
Such a kindergarten is just like a summer camp.
You won't have to sit in a bunker all day, and all your friends will be there too.
Hey...Is this the way for a young German to behave?
Dear mother, Don't be angry at me.
But I believe that this is the chance of my lifetime. Your Friedrich.
Dear father, I forged your signature on the permission.
If you pull me out of Napola, I'll report all of
the bad things that you've been saying about it.
Wake up, young man. We've reached our destination.
Could you drop me off right here?
Yes, sure I can.
- Thanks so much. - You're very welcome.
But mom, I've already...
But Dad's just butchered a pig...
No food? Brought enough?
Stand still. Hug your brother and smile.
What a beautiful Summer, Mr. Von Brock.
- lndeed. - Madam...
Friedrich. Heil Hitler !
Good to see you. See? Your dad finally let you come.
Not really, but I came anyway.
Ah... But, who signed your permission?
I did.
Well, at least you admit doing it.
A real sportsman always tells the truth.
Well, that's exactly what you're going to
learn here. Come, we'll get you your uniform.
- One clothing set, in the right size, please. - Yes, sir !
We rarely admit people of your age,
but you caught my eye. I hope you can appreciate it.
Ah, Schneider, come here !
This is Friedrich Weimer, he's new here... for your room.
Show him everything and introduce him to friends.
Yes, sir !
I'm Christoph, welcome to Allenstein.
Thanks.
Good, I'll show you the room first, then you can change your clothes. -Uh huh.
Hey Hubscher, now WE've got an Aryan too !
So, this is it !
So, this is your bed, and that's your locker.
Track suit, denim-- bottom left, sewing kit, clothes brush-- to the left.
top right-- private things.
Your cap's not supposed to lay, but stand, on the brown shirt.
On the bottom-- towel, handkerchiefs.
Suitcase on top, toiletries-- on the door hook.
Ok, keep your things 'straightened', or the orderly will throw everything out.
You'll understand the rest. Oh, and you're going to buy dessert.
What??
Never mind. The first time doesn't count.
Boys, the assembly is in 15 minutes !
Good, get changed, then, come downstairs.
Friedrich ! Friedrich !
Over here !
Have a seat.
Be seated.
Young men !
Students !
I'd like to warmly welcome you to our school in the new year of 1942.
I'd like to inform all new students that they have come to the place,
where their future will be shaped.
A farmer's son and an industrialist's one are equals in this school.
Namely, you'll be the future elite of a one thousand year old reich.
Men may create history,
but, WE make the men.
To my uncut diamonds, we will keep splitting and polishing you for as long
as it takes, until a shiny, precious jewel emerges.
And when the final victory arrives,
we will need many new regional party leaders.
And I don't mean just for just Cartnen
or Mecklemburg, but posts for Washington, Moscow,
London, or even Cape Town.
Make good use of your time here.
Sharpen your body and mind. And be faithful, loyal companions.
We would like to say 3 times, a loud Sieg Heil...
to our brave soldiers fighting on the frontlines of
the Reich and for our beloved leader Adolf Hitler !
Listen, guys, this is Friedrich Weimer.
He's new to the school and to our room.
- Hi. - Bon Appetit.
That's our Wilhelm, we call him Hefe.
His father is head of catering.
- and that's why this minced meat passed inspection. - Don't listen to him.
You still didn't tell me what you wanted in return for your notebooks.
Yeah, 300 grams of fine liverwurst.
- 300 grams? You must be joking ?!? - No.
But as an extra reward I'll give you a glimpse of the photo, huh?
This is Tjaden.
He's the room champion for the longest fart. -Hi.
The current record is 8,5 seconds.
What's with this whole 'photo' thing?
-Of my 3 sisters, all sweaty from dancing. -What?
- My best source of income. - I also trade socks for 2 marks.
- Does anybody buy this? - You haven't met my sisters yet.
The one in the back is Siggi...
Watch out ! Jaucher's coming !
Quick !
Friedrich, line up !
Attention !
- Is this our new recruit? - Yes, sir.
Name??
Weimer, Friedrich.
I see, so YOU'RE the one ?!
You're quite famous, for a new student.
Then you've got to be pretty good.
Whose mess is this?
Move it, clean it up.
Stop sleeping !
Twenty push-ups, now !
One, two, three, four...
What's going on here?
Locker control.
Get up.
Enough. The boy is new.
Yes, sir.
Fall out.
You've just made your first enemy.
- Christoph? - What?
- I just wanted to ask... -It's forbidden to talk during 'lights out'.
[ Albrecht's Nocturnal Arrival ]
Get up ! Make the beds up ! Morning gymnastics !
Faster, Friedrich.
Thanks.
Sure, no problem. I learned this at my previous school.
-I'm Friedrich. - Albrecht.
Can't it go any faster?
This snail's pace of yours is really beginning to bug me...
Move it to the assembly square !
Move your asses, don't be such sand bags !
I'll teach you a lesson !
You'll see the smoke coming out of your asses !
Get in line !
Faster !
Now on the ground !
Push-ups !
One, two !
Schulze, straight shoulders !
Kruger, lower to the ground !
Siegfried Gladen has pissed his pants again.
Attention !
Student Gladen, three steps forward !
Go and get your mattress.
Take off your trousers.
- What? - You're to take off your trousers, for God's sake !
Now start peeing.
C'mon, faster !!!
As you wish...
We'll bow, lie down, and jump !
Starting from now !
One, two, three.
Keep on jumping 'til this young man finally decides to pee.
Alright, everybody stand up !
Thank him.
Take that mattress and get the hell out my sight ! Fucking pisser !
The one who doesn't know how to fight in this world of immortal war
is not worth life.
Bon appetit.
Young men !
I'd like to welcome a son of a great man, of a good and personal friend of mine,
and a party birth time companion. With great pleasure:
Albrecht Stein,
son of our regional party leader: Heinrich Stein.
-A very hearty welcome ! -Welcome !
Welcome Albrecht.
You're lucky, you were given the best room.
Who's that?
That's Katharina.
- But she's already engaged in case you wanted to know. - Who said that?
I did, you pig.
...something that Darwin called species' evolution
can also be applied to "nation's struggle for life" theory.
Today we'll cover the topic
"Roman writers and the Jew problem."
What means does Fuhrer...
...use to lead the party to victory?
Extermination of the weaker guarantees survival of the stronger,
just like in the animal world.
Which Martin Luther quotation fits here?
...and don't you even dare to doubt...
...that, excluding the Devil, he's the most furious
stubborn enemy of yours.
A real Jew will always be a Jew.
A modern bomber carries 1800 bombs.
What area will he be able to drop the bombs on
if he drops 1 bomb per second...
with the speed of 250 kilometers per hour?
What is it?
Preacher brought the names of all the men killed on the front...
Are we here alone?
Yes.
Shall we begin?
Concentrate.
Harder !
C'mon. More force ! Don't sleep !
Put your guard up !
You're to take him out !
Get your fists up !
Your fists up !
Move it !
You've got the strength and the skills, but you still have to work on your technique.
Don't punch if you lack balance.
Use front hits only if you feel you've got the advantage.
Of course, be as strong as you can, understand?
At such moments you've got to completely forget about being 'humane'.
This whole compassion thing is just bullshit.
Only by doing so, will you use your whole potential,
and be ready for bigger fights.
What big fights?
Come with me.
Here: the glory years of our boxers.
Frenz Jensen in 1937 at Napola's championships.
We were the best of all the schools in the country.
And after that?
Well, since then, Potsdam took over the cup.
When are the next Championships going to take place?
In the winter.
If you train hard enough you might take part in it.
Really?
Yes, who knows?
So, get under the shower.
Without mercy.
It's the only way he'll learn.
- Were you hit in the nose? - Hehe, you're all sweaty !
Mail !
Hey, that's mine.
Friedrich, a package for you.
The bathing photo !
- Yeah. - Look here, I was supposed to get ALL of them !
You were just supposed to have a look. Let's see.
- Want a glimpse? - Hey, why is he allowed to look without paying?
Because you moan and groan too much, Hefe.
Hey, you can't do that !
Just a little while...
C'mon, Christoph, please !
Dear Friedrich, I hope that you are well.
I don't know if you know, but Dad was visited by the Gestapo in the factory,
and now he must work double-shifts.
Don't tell him that I wrote to you.
Always be careful and brave.
Hans, under the circumstances is doing well.
I miss you both very much. Looking forward to hearing from you. Your mother.
Oh, yuck, you human pig !
Everybody, just take a deep breath together, and it'll be over.
Yes?
Did you finish cleaning up?
- Do you head the school newspaper? - I'm going to, starting from next issue.
Do you like to write?
Actually I do.
What do you have there?
My essays from my old school.
They've just been sent back to me.
And?
Take a look yourself.
Give it back!
I'll put back the pages that have fallen out.
See? there's nearly none left.
Now they're all here.
My mom always says that everything I write is wonderful,
but she's never actually read anything till the end.
If I were you I'd be happy.
It's like winning a battle without having to fight.
No,
it's like being given a medal because of their not wanting to see you fight.
Give it to me.
What do you need it for?
- I want to read it. - You want to read a school essay?
Sure.
Are you afraid of my opinion?
No.
So?
Friedrich.
Um..would you like to see "something" ?
- When did you discover this? - Today. This afternoon.
Do you really want to take a look?
Yes, you'll help me up and then I'll look.
Why should you be the first?
Because I found it. Besides I've got to check if the coast is clear.
- You'll be a back guard. - But, I'd rather be a front guard.
Friedrich, please !
Okay, but only because you discovered it.
And? Do you see anything?
No, there's no one here.
Let me look.
There's nobody here.
What are you doing?
- It's MY turn. -I've already said: there's no one there.
Doesn't matter !
And? See anything?
Nothing. Nobody. Just like you said.
Shit !
Friedrich?
Yes?
How did you know she was there?
You held your breath for a moment.
Ready?
Ready.
Tug it!
Pull it!
Pull it, faster!
Goddamn it, you're supposed to jump higher !
What a bunch of clumsy assholes !
Silence, let your sobbing be heard.
Follow me,
sightly virgin Freyn.
"Gods have you been foiling, noble knight,
but I'm afraid that dragon will you not bite."
Na,na, that is German poetry for you, gentlemen. Carry on.
Oh! I'm sorry !
No, never apologize ! No one says: I'm sorry ! Come !
And?
Well, it's ok.
Just ok???
It is good. REALLY good !
Remember what I said:
Fight until he's out cold.
Only one of you can win.
If you make it through 2 rounds, you've got a chance to win.
Make him cry !
You know the rules, fight until the knock out !
To your corners !
Box !
Stop !
Alright...box !
Hit him, Friedrich !
Believe in yourself and hit him !
You're fighting 'till the knock out !
Friedrich wins by knock out ! Friedrich Weimer !
Congratulations, my boy, first class fight.
Thank you.
So short with us, and so much progress made, an excellent example.
If we take over Potsdam's cup in the winter,
I'll put in a good word for you at the Berlin sport school.
The next Olympics are just around the corner.
Keep on training.
We have great faith in you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
You had no mercy,
he was already hanging on the ropes.
So?
He'd have done exactly the same to me.
I've just seen him, and he's still unconscious.
What did you expect?
- Would you rather see ME lying there? - You didn't have to be so brutal.
- Are you maybe jealous of my victory? - No
But couldn't you have achieved it in a different way?
- No, I couldn't have !
Get up !
Siegfried,
where are you going so fast?
To the bathroom.
Turn around.
You're a shameful stain on the school's honor.
What if the Fuhrer came tomorrow and your room stunk of pee?
- What would your sport instructor think about it? - Please, no, I...
For 20 marks I'll forget the whole thing.
- I don't have that much money on me. - Then: GET IT !
If you don't find it before supper, your
sport instructor will be informed of your problem.
- Everything ok, Siegfried? - Yeah.
A hand grenade has an exploding range
of approximately 15 meters.
And it's splintered fragments may fly even further.
To sum up:
Unscrew the lid,
pull the line - and now it's triggered and sharp.
Then we make a wide sweeping motion,
we throw it, then, take cover.
After pulling the line you've got 4,5 seconds till detonation.
Are there any questions?
Fine...
Christoph, come.
So: Pull it. Sweeping motion. Throw. Duck.
Very good.
Friedrich, next. Come.
So: Pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw. Duck.
Wilhelm.
And: Pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw. Duck.
Albrecht, come.
And: Pull it. Sweeping motion.
Throw it. I said: THROW IT !
TAKE COVER !
GODDAMMIT !
Martin. Come.
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ?? THROW IT !!
Our regional party leader has come
to pay a last tribute to our hero's memory.
We are gathered here today to pay tribute and to honor
the memory of our comrade,
Siegfried Gladen.
In a moment of terrible and grave danger,
he sacrificed himself for the good of others.
He gave up his own life
to save the lives of twenty of his comrades.
The young man
who lies here now at this funeral
has filled the last seconds of his life, not with hesitation,
but with action.
Our times don't need
timid solutions.
We don't need metrosexualists,
but men who actually do something.
Every one of us, standing here now, should ask himself:
Why wasn't it me who jumped on that grenade?
Did he find at that very moment,
the lives of his friends to be more valuable than his own?
If so, why?
Our bodies are not our own property
but our nation's,
our country's
and before all, our Fuhrer's.
And what?... What can be a better ending for our lives,
than a heroic death?
Siegfried Gladen,
our nation thanks you
and assures you that it will never forget you.
Lower !
I can't believe my own eyes !
It can always be done just a little bit better.
Don't let the tiredness get to you !
Enough !
Young men,
today we'll practice high jumps,
my favorite sport discipline.
It requires absolute body control,
stomach muscles must be hard as a stiff board,
as they support the whole body.
If you bend at the waist,
you won't achieve a thing.
Hard as a stiff board.
Who wants to try first?
Come here, boxer kid.
Hard as a stiff board. Go on.
Well? Hit me.
Fine,
Line up for first the jump !
Quite a brave act.
Will you come home with me on Sunday?
It's my father's birthday.
- Heil Hitler, master Stein. - Heil Hitler, Johan.
Albrecht, finally. Good to see you.
Friedrich? I've heard so much about you. Welcome.
- Thank's for the invitation. - No need for thanks.
- Mom, l... - Tell me later, dear.
Come. Show me your room.
Not bad.
Yup, everything was already here...
- In the whole house? - Yup.
Quick, quick quick !
Thank you, I'm very touched.
Happy Birthday.
Good evening, father. Happy Birthday.
Thank you, Albrecht.
You've lost weight. Are you playing enough sports?
Sure, of course. Naturally.
This is Friedrich.
- You know... - Of course.
I've heard alot about your boxing skills.
A warm welcome.
Dear Heinrich,
on behalf of your old mates we wish you the very best,
and a good start in Warthegau.
I hope you've got enough skills to clean up the local mess !
Cheers !
Dear father,
I wrote a small birthday poem for you.
Here it goes:
- At first... - Thank you,
Albrecht, thank you very much. I'll listen to it later.
Dear Franz,
party companions,
Thank you for this great party.
Let me tell you
that the task I was given
fills me with great pride.
I know, that it wouldn't have been granted to me, in Berlin.
Some people simply can't understand my methods.
But in this country, it's the Fuhrer who decides, not the bureaucrats.
Cheers ! Carl. Willhelm. Franz.
How's your combat training?
- Good. - Albrecht's going to be a Waffen SS officer after school.
Ah, then tasks of strength might not be all that...
So, you're the boxer, are you?
- And in perfect shape, I've heard.
- Really? Then maybe you could show us some of your'moves'?
An excellent idea !
Gentlemen,
after dinner, I invite you to the cellar, where our young elite
will show us something VERY special.
What a great idea.
Surprised, aren't you?
-I train in my free time to keep in shape. -Undress !
- Undress? - Yes, you'll show us what you've learned.
- But Albrecht does't... - Ahhh, every German should box.
And...Box !
What's that supposed to be?
Fight honestly, you don't have to spare anyone here.
Fight honestly,
No.
Hit me !
- No. - You're to box !
Hit me, coward !
You're to fight !
Albrecht !
Don't you worry. Great punch.
Genius.
Hans, give our young people some vodlka.
Our country needs people like you.
More people like you on the Eastern front, and we can close that chapter for good.
Cheers !
- But, sir... - No refusing Heinrich.
- Shall we, young master? - Yes, let's go.
Albrecht, listen... [ Big sigh ]
Attention !
About face !
Young men...
Good news for you. Due to intensified air battles
Wehrmacht has requested some of Napola's students.
Yesterday our whole eighth grade volunteered.
They're off to terrify the enemy !
And I'm filled with pride
that our second school certificate students
have embraced the call, and have not
chosen to run from danger.
Heil Hitler, young men ! Heil Hitler !
Well, at least, they no longer have to be here...
How long are you going to stay mad at me?
I'm not mad.
I'm afraid.
Of what?
Friedrich,
Wake up.
What's going on?
It's your father.
Let's Go ! Fall in line !
Attention !
Seventh grade reporting, sir.
Heil Hitler, young men ! Heil Hitler !
At ease.
Young men, we've got a problem.
Day before yesterday, a transport with war prisoners arrived at Allenstein.
12 Russians escaped into the forests near Karlstadt.
They overpowered two guards,
and stole their weapons.
Nobody knows the local area better than you do.
So I ask for your help.
If you wish to take part in this dangerous mission,
and help recapture these wild monsters:
Answer loudly: Yes, sir ! - Yes, sir !
Then, let's go !
Faster !
Take the ammo by yourself.
Live ammunition?
And what did you think?
That we were going to catch them with our bare hands? Next.
Go, go !
Get in !
Forward !
Young men. Do your best. Don't let them escape.
I'll award the most zealous units
with a Contribution Cross myself.
Load your weapons !
Unlock them !
March off !
Halt. Don't move !
Halt !!!
Hands up, or I'll shoot !
I saw one there, he had something in his hands.
Oh my god, they're just children !
Bandages ! Hand them to me ! Hurry !!
- What's he saying? - I don't know.
It won't be any help ! Albrecht !
Everything's ok...Calm down... Everything will be fine...
He's dead.
It's high time.
Let's go !
What's happened here?
Report.
Five captives shot while trying to escape.
- Is that the last one? - Yes.
Stand back, Albrecht.
Father, NO !!!
Don't you DARE defy me in public again ! Understand??
- DO you understand?!! - Yes, father.
Good job, young men.
Let's go, there's more of them to recapture.
You too ! Get moving ! And fast !
- Sir, we... - Why suddenly the: "Sir" ?
Yes, of course, I mean: Heinrich.
Come, Albrecht.
Let's go. Move it.
- Pull yourself together ! - Pull myself together??
Do you know what we've just done??
We didn't have to shoot !
I didn't give you an order !
But your father said that they were armed !
What are you staring at??
I'm not looking at you.
I know what you're thinking...
Don't look at me like that !!!
- Albrecht ! - Stay here.
It won't do any good.
Hey Weimer, were you the one who shot him?
Hey, say something. Answer my question.
I asked you something.
Are you deaf ??
- Break it up ! - I'll take care of it.
Take their weapons.
Are you out of your minds?? This is a combat mission !
Get in.
Let's go.
You're lucky the Russians didn't abduct you.
You'll be leaving jail tomorrow.
You, that way.
Christoph?
Shut up, Hefe.
- I'd like to talk... - Shut the fuck up.
Attention !
Sit down !
Take out your notebooks, you're going to write an essay:
"Winter landscape as a background for German Knight Sagas."
You've got an hour, starting from now.
Alright, your time's up.
Christoph, come to the front and start reading.
Please.
German landscape as a background for German Knight Sagas.
German landscape is a very important background for Knight Sagas.
Oh, really, Christoph?
The earliest sources prove
the enormous role of winter landscape in historic...
Enough. Take your seat.
Albrecht, come, you'll read.
Please.
Despite being a bit childish,
winter and a view of freshly fallen snow awakens in us
a feeling of inexplicable joy.
Perhaps because as children, we think of snow in relation to Christmas...
In my dreams I am the hero who saves the virgin from the dragon.
One who frees the world from evil.
When searching for the escapees yesterday,
I remembered the boy who wanted to save the world from evil.
Albrecht, enough.
Upon returning I realized that I MYSELF am that evil...
The very evil I wanted to free the world from.
Albrecht, enough.
Killing the captives was wrong.
- They weren't armed, as Stein had told us, just to bait us. - Stop it.
- We didn't shoot men, but helpless children. - LEAVE THIS INSTANT !!!
[ Head of Institution ]
How can you explain your behavior?
Do you understand the position you've put me in?
I don't think you have the slightest idea of all the privileges you have here.
Do you know how much I would have sacrificed just
to be able to graduate from such a school?
But I wasn't granted such a chance,
by the age of 16, I'd already been working for 3 whole years.
And you..
All you do is to trample on everything.
But that's over now.
You're going to write an essay,
in which you'll tell the 'real' version.
And I expect you
to voluntarily join the Waffen SS by yourself.
I've already talked to Borner, brigade leader.
Ukraine will suit you the best, right now.
- I can't. - What?
I won't write a new essay.
Yesterday, I wrote what I really thought.
I'm to be given that essay early tomorrow morning,
or else you won't survive this.
Alright, get out. End of jail.
- What's going on? - Haven't you heard?
Albrecht defamed his father in an essay.
What ??
Albrecht !
What's happened?
I'll be 17 in one week.
My father's shipping me off to the Eastern front.
I'm to write another essay to straighten things out.
So why did you write that essay?
I couldn't have done it any other way.
What do you mean: I couldn't...?
Yes, you couldn't neither...
when you punched the coach.
- That was something completely different. - Oh, really?
- You didn't help anyone by doing so ! - Yes, I did.
So who'd you help? Explain it to me. I can't understand it !
I helped myself...
Oh, really? You helped yourself??
You didn't think about anyone else, did you?
He ?! Say something !! He ?!
You fucking egoist !!
That's the first essay of mine my father has ever read...
So what are you going to do now?
I don't know.
Get up ! In 10 minutes I want to see everybody at the lake !
When I say "in 10 minutes",
then you ARE to be at the lake in 10 minutes. Is that clear??
Okay.
You'll enter this air hole here,
then, swim (underwater) to the second one.
Whoever's ready... goes to wash himself, then, it's on to breakfast.
Christoph, you're the first.
Well, c'mon, it's not getting any warmer here !
Christian and Peter, go to the second air hole.
Ok, it's back to your room. Hup !
Friedrich, you're next. Come !
Albrecht, your turn.
Tjaden, next.
Albrecht. Albrecht !!
Albrecht, no ! NO !
Too weak...
He was simply too weak...
Obituary.
Please !
Friedrich,
good to see you up.
I'd like to have this printed in the upcoming issue.
[ Obituary ]
No.
But,
then... they can't yet bury him.
- You can't do that... - Amidst people who have died for Fuhrer,
for motherland, and for the nation: there's no place for suicides.
His parents think the same way.
They've seriously asked me
if I've forgiven you for the fact that you're partly responsible for his death...
Both strongly feel that
their son changed greatly since meeting you...
But I defended you.
Don't worry. I know how much that Saturday fight,
in the name of our school, means to you.
Strong proof of your faith
in your tutors. And your gratitude for the chance
that you were given here.
Thank you. You may leave now.
How are you doing?
Friedrich, what happened back there in the forest was terrible...
And Albrecht's death is a severe loss.
But right now, it's all about your life..., your future...
There are scouts from various sport schools in the audience.
Use this fact well.
Is everything alright?
Make him cry !
You know the rules.
No punches below the waist, no head butting. Fight fairly.
Now to your corners.
Box !
One, two,
three,
four...
Box !
Strip ! Everything.
The underwear is also ours.
Dismissed.
Hurry Weimer ! Get on with it !
Let's go, forward march !
Up until 1945, there were over 40 Nazi educational
outposts, with more than 15,000 students,
all within the territory of the German Reich.
When the war was finally acknowledged as being lost,
they were still sent out for the: "Last Struggle"
Blinded by instructed fanaticism and despite being insufficiently armed,
they offered a stubborn resistance.
Half of them died...
NaPoLA