Napola - Elite für den Führer (Before the Fall)

Friedrich! Quitting time!

- Friedrich, your money. - Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Merten!

Friedrich! Be careful!

Berlin, late summer, 1942

Watch out! I'm throwing a stone!

Thomas, a hard left, a hard left! Go with him! Come on!

- Move, Thomas, come on, again! - We need more ice.

Sorry. I'm late.

- So I see. Why? - I had to work.

- Today is important. You know that. - Is that them?

Yes, that's them, the Napola students, our new elite.

Spiffy, huh? But they still put their pants on one leg at a time.

Alright. That should do.

Don't let 'em get to you.

Got a problem, kid? You want I smack you one, boy?

I'll make you even uglier.

And you? You say something?

I can't hear you.

What's going on?

You okay?

Fight over. Next!

Well done.

- Keep away. - And keep your guard up.

- Box! Go! - Go in! Go in! Go in!

Get back! Get back!

Guard up! Go in!

Take the left, the left!

That's it! Now hit him!

Guard up!

Keep your guard up!

Keep your guard up!

Good. Go get him, Friedrich, go!

Now! Come on! Take him!

Here it comes.

- You fought great. - You put up a good fight out there.

Well done.

Heil Hitler!

I saw your fight.

I like your boxing. Where do you go to school?

I don't. I just graduated.

Have you heard of the Fuhrer's schools?

The National Political Academies?

I teach boxing and German at one. At the Napola in Allenstein.

The entrance exams are taking place now.

Sign up there tomorrow morning.

Maybe I can do something for you. What's your name?

Friedrich Weimer.

I am Heinrich Vogler.

You're talented, Friedrich.

Man, oh man! That's the elite, Friedrich!

- Really? - They only take the very best.

How did you get in?

My coach recommended me. Who's that?

And jump! Next.

And jump! Next.

- Heil Hitler, Friedrich! - Heil Hitler.

Nice of you to come.

We'll examine you first, then fitness tests, alright?

Good. Go line up.

Thirteen.

Ten.

Eye color...

Fifteen.

Hair color?

B.

Why do you want to be a cadet at the Fuhrer's academy?

Because I want to serve Fuhrer, Folk and Fatherland.

Nordic. Class One B.

SUITABLE

Where were you?

- Boxing. - At this hour?

No, I... I was at the entrance exam for a Napola.

You were what?

You're not going there!

But Papa! It's my big chance! It can really get me somewhere.

Absolutely not!

The Hitler Youth's bad enough, an elite school is out of the question!

You start in the factory, like we agreed.

Why? I could go on to university, become somebody.

You don't even have to pay.

Because I say so. We won't have anything to do with these people!

Yes, Father.

Why is Papa so mad?

- I could go to a school. He doesn't want me to. - What school?

A really special one.

It's in a castle. It has everything.

Real showers, a boxing hall, and even gliders.

And when you graduate, you're part of the elite.

- You don't have to worry about money. - And Papa doesn't want that?

But it sounds great.

- I'll come out even dirtier. - Then forget it.

Here's your invitation to become an apprentice.

You start next month.

- Next month already? - Yes.

So you don't get any stupid ideas.

Are you excited?

I want to stay here.

Nonsense!

It'll be nice there.

The country evacuation is like a holiday camp.

You don't have to go in the bunker, and all your friends are with you.

Hey!

Does a German boy act like that?

No.

"Dear Mama, don't be mad at me.

I believe this is the chance of my life. Your Friedrich."

"Dear Father, I forged your signature on the permit.

If you pull me out, I'll tell them what you said about the Napola."

Wake up!

We're there.

- Could you let me out here? - Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Mama, I have one already! - Daddy just slaughtered it for you.

Just pack it away. Tidy yourself up.

Just look at yourself!

Tubby, good vacation?

Stand there. Take your brother in your arm.

- Smile. - Herr Von Brock.

Nice summer? - Fine, thank you. - Madame.

Friedrich! Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler. - Good to have you.

- You convinced your father. - No, I just left.

And the signature?

I did it.

That's not done here, Friedrich.

A true cadet is honest and sincere.

Oh well, you'll learn. I'll show you your uniform.

- One complete set. Make sure they fit. - Yes, sir!

It's not so common for someone to be taken at your age.

I put in a word for you. I hope you appreciate it.

Ah, Schneider, come here.

This is Friedrich Weimer. He's new. He'll be in your room.

- Show him around and introduce him to his new comrades. - Yes, sir.

I'm Christoph. Welcome to Allenstein.

Thanks.

First I'll show you the room. Then you can get changed.

Hey, pretty boy, now we have a real Arian, too.

And here we are.

That's your bed, and this is your locker.

So, training and drill clothes, bottom left. Uniforms hung up.

Sewing kit, clothes brush, small personal effects.

Cap on the brown shirt.

Below, towels and handkerchiefs. Bag on top. Toilet bag on the hook.

Keep it sharp

- or the duty cadet will pull it all out. - Yes.

You can manage the rest. That'll be one desert.

- What? - A joke. The first time is free.

Hurry! Speech in 15 minutes.

- Get changed. See you downstairs. - Yes.

Friedrich! Friedrich!

C'mere!

Sit with us.

Sit.

Cadets!

Teaching staff! My most heartfelt welcome

to the new year of service, 1942.

To all new students, I emphasize that this is a place

where you will be educated without regard for your origins.

Farmer or factory owner's son, in this school everyone's equal.

You are the future elite of our Thousand Year Reich.

Men make history,

but we make the men.

We will take care of you.

We will polish the raw diamond in you

until you become shining gemstones.

For when the final victory is achieved,

we will need many governors.

Not just in Austria or Germany,

I speak of governors for Washington, Moscow, London

or Cape Town.

So use your time well. Steel your body and soul

and be faithful, dependable comrades.

To our brave soldiers at the frontiers of our Reich

and our beloved Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler, three times: Sieg!

- Heil! - Sieg!

- Heil! - Sieg!

Heil!

"Our flag waves us forwards,

We go forward man for man,

We march for Hitler through night and need,

With the flag of the young for freedom and bread,

Our flag waves us forward,

It is the flag of a new era,

And our flag leads us to eternity,

Yes, our flag is greater than death!"

Guys, listen up. This is Friedrich Weimer.

He's our new roommate. - Hi, Friedrich. - Hello.

This is Wilhelm. We call him Tubby.

His father is the district meat supplier.

- That's why he was accepted. - Don't listen to him.

- What do you want for your magazines? - 300 grams of liverwurst.

- 300 grams? You're crazy! - Right!

Maybe I'll let you have another look at that photo, hmm?

- This is Tjaden. He holds the room's farting record. - Hi.

Hello. - Current time: 8 seconds. - Yeah.

- What kind of photo? - My sweaty sisters doing sports.

- What? - My biggest source of income.

I even sold their socks for two marks.

- Someone bought them? - You don't know my sisters.