Jojo Rabbit

Jojo Betzler.

Ten years old.

Today, you join the ranks of the Jungvolk

in a very special training weekend.

It's going to be intense.

But today, you become a man.

I swear to devote all my energies and my strength

to the savior of our country, Adolf Hitler.

I am willing and ready to give up my life for him.

So help me God.

Yes, that's right.

- Now, Jojo Betzler, what is your mind? - Snake mind.

- And, Jojo Betzler, what is your body? - Wolf body.

- Jojo Betzler, what is your courage? - Panther courage.

- And, Jojo Betzler, what is your soul? - A German soul.

Yeah, man. You're ready.

- Adolf. - Hmm?

I don't think I can do this.

Was? Of course you can.

Sure, you're a little bit scrawny and a bit unpopular

and you can't tie your shoelaces even though you're ten years old.

But you're still the bestest, most loyal little Nazi I've ever met.

Not to mention the fact you're really good-looking.

So, you're gonna get out there and you're gonna have a great time, okay?

- Okay. - That's the spirit. Okay.

Heil me, man.

Heil Hitler.

What? You can heil me better than that.

Heil Hitler. - No...

Just throw it away. Don't even think about it.

- Heil Hitler. - No, you're overthinking it.

- Heil Hitler. Heil "Hitterler."

Who's "Hitterler?" Do you even speak German?

- Heil Hitler. - That's not a heil. This is a heil. Heil!

- Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Ooh, that's it. You've got it. Heil Hitler.

- Have a great day! You're gonna be the best. Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler! You can do it. Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Whoa!

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler, Yorki. - Heil Hitler, Jojo.

- Are you ready for the best weekend ever? - Yes, I am.

Let's go.

Heil! Heil! Heil!

Heil Hitler, guys.

Heil Hitler!

Jungvolk, welcome to the Hitlerjugend training weekend.

In which we will make men and women of you all.

My name is Captain Klenzendorf.

You may call me Captain K.

Captain K. Whoo!

Ja. And this is Sub-Officer Finkel.

This is Fräulein Rahm.

Hey. Heil Hitler, everyone.

So a little about me. Who am I?

And why am I here talking to a bunch of little titty-grabbers

instead of leading my men into battle towards glorious death? Great question.

I've asked it myself every day since Operation Screw Up

where I lost a perfectly good eye in a totally preventable enemy attack.

And according to my superiors,

you need two eyes to be a meaningful part of the war effort.

Can two-eyed people do this?

- Jesus. - Over the next two days,

you little critters will get to experience some of the things

that the mighty German army goes through every day.

And even though it would appear our country's on the back foot

and there really isn't much hope in us winning this war,

apparently we're doing just fine.

Anyway. You boys have all been issued with your Deutsches Jungvolk daggers.

These are very special and expensive weapons.

You should never be without them.

And don't try to stab each other.

No stabbing!

No stabbing.

This is your first step towards being men.

Today you boys will be involved in such activities as marching, bayonet drills,

grenade-throwing, trench-digging, map-reading, gas defense,

camouflage, ambush techniques,

war games, firing guns, and blowing stuff up.

The girls will practice important womanly duties

such as dressing wounds, making beds,

and learning how to get pregnant.

Aw.

I've had 18 kids for Germany.

Such a great year to be a girl.

All right. Let's get to it.

Come on.

Go!

God help me.

Go, go, go!

Three, two, one, swastika!

Come on! Pull it! Come on!

Aaah! Aaah!

- Now finish him. - Don't, no, no!

- Fangs. - Fangs, ja.

- Serpent tongue. - Serpent's tongue, ja.

- Scales. - Ja, scales.

Because, once upon a time, a Jewish man mated with a fish.

Whoa!

We, Aryans, are one thousand times

more civilized and advanced than any other race.

Now, get your things together, kids.

It's time to burn some books.

Yeah!

Jews sound scary, huh?

Not to me.

If I met one, I'd kill it like that.

Like... that.

But how would you know if you saw one?

They could look just like us.

I'd feel its head for horns.

And they smell like brussels sprouts.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about the brussels sprouts bit.

Imagine catching one and giving it to Hitler.

That'd be a surefire way to get into his personal guards.

Then we would become best friends.

I thought I was your best friend.

Yorki, you're my second-best friend.

First place is reserved for the Führer.

So, unless you're Hitler hiding in a fat, little boy's body...

I'd be happy with second place.

I guess I'm just a kid in a fat kid's body.

Case closed.

Raah! Raah! Raah!

When you stand before the enemy and have to end his life,

which of you will have the stomach to do this?

Good.

There is no room in Hitler's army

for those that lack strength.

We want hardened warriors.

Those that are prepared to kill at will.

Can you do this?

- Yes. - Ja.

Johannes.

Can you kill?

Pfff. Of course. I love killing.

Good. Come here.

Don't be scared. Come on.

Good.

Kill it.

Huh?

Wring its neck and kill the rabbit.

Or are you scared?

I'm not scared. I... I just...

Now.

Place both hands around its neck and then one hard twist.

He might scream, but we'll just use the boot to finish it off.

Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

- Shoo! Come on, shoo. - Hey! Hey, hey.

Good shot.

You are a coward.

Just like your father.

He... He's not a coward.

- He's fighting in Italy. - Really?

But no one has heard from him in two years.

He is a deserting coward.

He's scared and so are you.

You're as scared as a little rabbit.

Scared little rabbit.

Maybe we should snap your neck, too?

Jojo the rabbit.

Jojo Rabbit.

Jojo Rabbit.

Jojo Rabbit. Jojo Rabbit.

Poor Jojo. What's wrong, little man?

- Hi, Adolf. - Wanna tell me about that rabbit incident?

What was all that about?

They wanted me to kill it.

I'm sorry. I couldn't.

Don't worry about it. I couldn't care less.

But now they call me a scared rabbit.

Let them say whatever they want.

People used to say a lot of nasty things about me.

"Oh, this guy's a lunatic."

"Oh, look at that psycho. He's gonna get us all killed."

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. The rabbit is no coward.

The humble little bunny faces a dangerous world every day,

hunting carrots for his family, for his country.

My empire will be full of all animals.

Lions, giraffes, zebras,

rhinoceroses, octopuses,

rhinoctopuses.

Even the mighty rabbit.

Cigarette?

Oh, no, thanks. I don't smoke.

Let me give you some really good advice.

Be the rabbit.

The humble bunny can outwit all of his enemies.