Politics is a nasty game. I think soldiering requires the discipline to do the unthinkable and politics requires the skill to get someone else to do the unthinkable for you.
We will not sterilize every Jew and wait for them to die. We will not sterilize every Jew and then exterminate the race. That's farcical. Dead men don't hump, dead women don't get pregnant. Death is the most reliable form of sterilization, put it that way.
The machinery is waiting — feed it. Get them on the trains, keep the trains rolling, and history will honor us for having the will and the vision to advance the human race to greater purity in a space of time so short Charles Darwin would be astonished.
This meeting is not taking place. You are to take no further phone calls from anyone - at all - unless the Führer calls. [long pause] And he won't.
[to Dr. Klopfer, when asked about how he can speak "Jewish"] Well, I lived among them, I worked among them, and I picked up a few words; Jewish, Yiddish, not enough to speak. So I went in search of a rabbi. Rabbi means "teacher", I came to find out. Look, may I tell you the Lord's honest truth? So many of our highest-ranking officers, whose responsibility it is to deal with the Israelites, they make no attempt to get inside the Jewish head. I went to visit this rabbi - old man, long beard - in his one-room flat. And when he saw me, his eyes grew as large as hen's eggs. I asked him to teach me his language, and he agreed. He said that he would, but that he would charge me, of course. I applied to my commander for funds, and I was denied; now, I've run into this opposition all my life, so I paid my own money. Very little, not much. And he taught me some vocabulary, letters of the alphabet. But looking back, I realize it was poor judgment on my part, because I could have so easily had the old man arrested, put into prison, and demanded lessons from him, in his cell, free of charge. One day, he had gone out, and was rounded up and shipped off, because he had gone out unadvisedly. And I thought, that's so stupid... why are they so stupid? Didn't he know that I would have protected him? [pause] At least until my lessons were complete.
Now, last summer Reichsführer Himmler asked me to visit a camp up in Upper Silesia, called Auschwitz, which is very well isolated, and close to significant rail access. And we are turning that camp into a major center, solid structures, and here's where your Jewish labor comes into play, Herr Neumann: the Jews haul the bricks and they build the buildings themselves. And when the structures are complete, we expect to be able to process 2500... an hour. Not a day, an hour.
The Russian is not a communist, my friend. The Russian does not give a damn who runs things. I have lived amongst them. The Russian only cares he has a bottle of vodka to suck and some form of domestic animal life to fuck, then he will happily sit in shit his whole life. That is his politics. I know those people. That is the distinction; I absolve the Jews of that!
The Jews go in red and come out pink. Now that is progress!
Undersecretary Martin Luther: Sir, this is Neumann of the Four Year Plan, a close associate of Reichsmarshal Goering. Neumann, I introduce Dr. Klopfer, a close associate of the Brown Eminence.
Erich Neumann: Brown... excuse me?
Dr. Gerhard Klopfer: I represent Martin Bormann, the Party Chairman... of the Thousand Year Plan.
Heydrich: Emigration. The policy that will take the place of emigration, and we have collected enough practical experience to do it well, is evacuation.
Hofmann: Which differs from emigration in what way? Evacuation to where?
Heydrich: Let us postpone that question for a while.
Klopfer: To hell, one hopes.
Lange: Many already have.
Luther: Do they even have a hell?
Heydrich: They do now. We provide it.
Lange: I get the feeling I "evacuated" 30,000 Jews already by shooting them, at Riga. Is what I did "evacuation"? When they fell, were they "evacuated"? There are another 20,000, at least, awaiting similar "evacuation". I just think it is helpful to know what words mean, with all respect. [Kritzinger thumps the table in approval]
Eichmann: [to Heydrich, in a low voice] If I might, I think it's unnecessary to burden the record --
Heydrich: [abruptly] Yes. In my personal opinion, they are evacuated.
Heydrich: I have just done so.
Kritzinger: That is not -- no, that is contrary to what the Chancellery has been told! I have been told, I have... Purge the Jews, yes. But, to annihilate them, that we have undertaken to systematically annihilate all the Jews of Europe? That responsibility has personally been denied, to me, by the Führer!
Heydrich: And it will continue to be.
Kritzinger: [stands abruptly, stares out the window...after a long pause, turns back] Yes, I understand. He will continue to deny it.
Heydrich: My apologies. Do you accept my apologies?
Kritzinger: [pause] Of course.
Müller: Perhaps the judge has a special love for them?
Klopfer: Yes, yes a special love for them...
Dr. Wilhelm Stuckart: For who? For Jews? Wonderful, you don't have my credentials. Forgive me, from your uniform I can infer you're shallow, ignorant and naive about the Jews. Your line and what the party rants on about, how inferior they are, some sub-species, and I keep saying how wrong that is! They are sublimely clever. And they are intelligent as well. My indictment to that race is stronger and heavier because they're real, not your uneducated ideology. They are arrogant, they are self-obsessed, they are calculating and reject the Christ and I will NOT have them pollute German blood!
Heydrich: Doctor, please--
Stuckart: He doesn't understand! And neither do his people. Deal with the reality of the Jew and the world will applaud us. Treat them as imaginary phantoms, evil inhuman fantasies, and the world would have justified contempt for us! To kill them casually without regard for the law martyrs them, which will be their victory! Sterilization recognizes them as a part of our species but prevents them from being a part of our race. They will disappear soon enough, and we will have acted in defense of our race, and by the law! This fellow here mentioned the laws for the protection of German blood-- I wrote that law! When you have my credentials then we'll talk about who loves the Jews and who hates them. Pigs don't know how to hate. I know too, when it comes to the half-mixed, that to kill them abandons the half of their blood which is German.
Klopfer: [menacingly] I'll remember you.
Stuckart: You should. I'm very well known.
Erich Neumann: I've done the arithmetic. The real size of the labor force is already a million less than the figures show.
Dr. Georg Leibbrandt: The economic considerations are not the only considerations, you see.
Erich Neumann: I'll say they're not. Have you done the extrapolations?
Dr. Georg Leibbrandt: My friend, with due respect, may I say, "Fuck the extrapolations"?
Bühler: [referring to Heydrich] From where he sits, he does not have the ghettos or the stink...and he's burglarizing administrative control from the Governor-General, clearly.
Col. Karl Schöngarth: Privileges of rank.
Dr. Alfred Meyer: I don't hear any urgency...
Schöngarth: Privileges of rank! The higher you go, the more infallibility is bestowed.
Meyer: Alright, but I don't hear any cut-the-bureaucracy solutions. Our problems... [to Bühler] You're right. He does not have our problems.
Bühler: Crap! "The privileges of rank". All that matters is if you have the SS blood group tattooed under your arm. That's a secret password for you people.
Schöngarth: Oh, what are these suspicions?
Bühler: I will tell you this: When cholera hits the ghettos, and typhoid, your little tattoos won't protect you from shitting your guts out non-stop until you dry up and die. Then tell me about "infallibility".
Kritzinger: You are Lange?
Lange: Yes, sir.
Kritzinger: Who were those 30,000 you say you shot - when you say "you shot"...
Lange: In Riga, Latvia. 27,800 I have some responsibility for. I stood by with my men and allowed Latvian civilians killed in mobs. I received memos directing the... one would say "evacuation" of Jews who, shot and buried in soil and corpses, managed to crawl out, still alive. Not exactly war, is it? And gas chambers about to come?
Kritzinger: What gas chambers? Gas chambers?
Lange: I hear rumors, yes?
Kritzinger: This is... more than war. There must be a different word for this.
Lange: Try "chaos".
Kritzinger: Yes... the rest is argument. The curse of my profession.
Lange: I studied law as well.
Kritzinger: [incredulous] How do you apply that education to what you do?
Lange: It has made me distrustful of language. A gun means what it says.
[After speaking to Kritzinger, Lange looks out the window at the frozen Lake Wannsee]
Heydrich: Beautiful lake. [Lange turns, startled] I'm sorry. After the war, I shall live in this house, and rise to see that lake every day. And dream... comforting things. I am a dreamer, as I think you are.
Lange: Yes, it is a dream world.
Heydrich: Ah, Major Lange, how can I help you... politics is a nasty game. I think soldiering requires the discipline to do the unthinkable and politics requires the skill to get someone else to do the unthinkable for you. But we need the politics, so we put up with them. At least for now.
Heydrich: We look forward to a better day... a peaceful world. A German culture triumphant. That is what we work for.
Lange: I appreciate the words, sir.
Heydrich: We are servant-soldiers, are we not?
Lange: Yes, that is what we are.
Klopfer: I take it you don't get good food like this up in Krakow?
Dr. Joseph Bühler: If all of Berlin eats like you, it's no wonder we have shortages.
Heydrich: You drink, Eichmann?
Eichmann: Yes, sir.
Heydrich: Are you ever drunk?
Eichmann: [wary pause] From time to time.
Heydrich: Well, then... take a fucking drink.
Eichmann: Well, I am on duty, sir.
Heydrich: Well, then, it's an order.
Müller: What was that story you were going to tell me?
Heydrich: Oh yes, he told me a story about a man he had known all his life, a boyhood friend. This man hated his father. Loved his mother fiercely. His mother was devoted to him, but his father used to beat him, demeaned him, disenherited him. Anyway, this friend grew to manhood and was still in his thirties when the mother died. The mother, who had nurtured and protected him, died. The man stood at her grave as they lowered the coffin, and tried to cry, but no tears came. The man's father lived to a very extended old age, and withered away and died when the son was in his fifties. At the father's funeral, much to the son's surprise, he could not control his tears. Wailing, sobbing... he was apparently inconsolable. Lost. That was the story Kritzinger told me.
Eichmann: I don't think I understand.
Heydrich: No? [Eichmann shakes his head] The man had been driven his whole life by hatred of his father. When the mother died, that was a loss, but when the father died, and the hate had lost its object, the man's life was empty..over.
Müller: [pause] Interesting.
Heydrich: That was Kritzinger's warning.
Eichmann: What, that we should not hate the Israelites?
Heydrich: No, but that it should not fill our lives so much that, when they are gone, we have nothing left to live for. So says the story. I will not miss them.