Text / (German)
Translated by Fred Brennersdorff / Yang Hui Li Ai
1. Prologue
Title: The Last Days of Sophie
Scholl Voiceover: "Sweetheart" by Billie Holiday.
2.
SCHOER'S APARTMENT, KITCHEN, NIGHT/Interior - Sophie and Gisela Schertilinger listening to enemy stations on radio receivers (not civilian radios). At the time, the BBC radio station in the United Kingdom—and the Voice of America on the BBC—played mostly jazz-type pop music. This kind of music is banned in Germany, so two young girls almost put their ears to the receiver to eavesdrop. "Sweetheart" is playing. Sophie's eyes gleamed with intoxication, and she saw that Gisela was also infected. The two tapped on the table to the rhythm of the music—
Sophie: She should sing soon.
A saxophone solo. Sophie imitated the pose of playing the saxophone, the way girls play the guitar empty-handed today. Then Billie Holiday began to sing. The two girls imitated Billie intermittently, smiling happily.
Sugar, I call my baby my sugar...
Funny, he nerver asks for my money
... And
then there's "High Passion," a particularly clear, full aria—
I made a million trips to his lips,
If I wherever be...
because the last sentence was inaudible, the two girls stammered and laughed--
Cause he is sweeter than,
Chocolate can be to me.
He's confectionary...
...
and stammering and laughing again. Sophie looks at the alarm clock, intending to turn it off--
Sophie: Sorry, Gisela, I have to go.
Gisela holds her-
Gisela (requestingly): Just a moment.
Sophie laughed. Sit down again and continue to hit the festival with the music.
Sophie: Black people just sing well. Like Duke Erlington and Conti Bashi...
Gisela: And Sachimo.
Sophie: And Ella!
Gisela: Dess Gillespie...
Sophie: And Billie! She is the best.
The lyrics are over. Sophie turns off the radio and sighs—
SOFIE: Maybe when we can hear Billie in person in Munich.
Gisela: That's fine.
Sophie: I really have to go.
Gisela: You're in a hurry too.
Sophie picked up a briefcase with some stuff in it. Gisela looks at her and realizes that Sophie isn't going on a date--
Gisela: Oh, see!
The two girls hummed the jazz and left Sophie's house.
3. Franz-Josefstrasse, Schwabing, night/external scene
In order to prevent air raids, the city has a blackout, and there are no street lights on the street. Sophie and Gisela clapped hands and said goodbye to each other.
Gisela: Okay, see you tomorrow at 12 noon in England Park.
Sophie: Is it in front of the aquarium?
Gisela: Yes. Ask Hans to call me.
Sophie: I told him.
Gisela: Has he lost his temper?
Sophie: You really shouldn't be mad at him like that (laughs). However, his anger disappeared a lot.
The two girls parted and walked in opposite directions. We followed Sophie, walking through the night in Schwabing.
4. Studio, Night/Exterior
Sophie quietly approached the studio door in a semi-basement. She looked around cautiously, and then knocked on the door according to the agreed code.
5. The basement of the studio, NIGHT/INT
Sophie enters the room and closes the door, Hans, who opened the door for her, turns around and goes back to work.
Hans: What the hell! Give Willy the envelope now. Hurry up...go ahead...
Hans Scholl, Alexander Schmoller (Schulich) and Willy Graf are busy printing leaflets.
We followed Sophie's eyes and watched the scene in the room: that night, several young college students in the room were immersed in tension and frenzy. Hans stood by a small hand-cranked mimeograph, holding the crank handle and printing. Schulich put the printed flyer aside while continuously feeding a white paper called "absorbent paper" into the mimeograph. Graff sat at a table and typed out the addresses from the small book in front of him on a typewriter, one by one, on a pile of envelopes, which had been affixed with an 8 pfennig stamp with Hitler's face on them, and then put the leaflet. Put it in, and seal it with glue. Sophie took about 200 new envelopes out of her bag and handed them to Willie Graff.
Willie: So much?
Sophie: That's all. I haven't seen any more.
Willie took the new envelope to the typewriter, ready to print the address. Sophie picked up a leaflet, scanned it quickly, whispered, frowning -
Sophie: "Our people were shocked by the fact that a large number of soldiers were killed in Stalingrad. 330,000 men were killed by that one The great strategy of the Second Class (Note 1) irresponsibly led to death and depravity. O Führer, the German people are grumbling. We owe the credit to you for this! We will also hand over our army to a half bottle of vinegar military Do you want to play at home? Do you want our young living to be cannon fodder for a party with a very low level? No, absolutely impossible! Now is the day of the final reckoning!"
Sophie quickly scanned the flyer.
Sophie: You deleted the paragraph that Professor Huber wrote?
Willy (nodding to Hans): Hans.
Sophie: Does Huber know?
Hans: He's angry. However, I am reluctant to tout the Wehrmacht. (Note 2)
Schulich: It's just a sentence anyway.
Willie: You can add it in.
Hans: Sophie, help Willy, we'll be done in a minute.
WILLY (to Sophie) Vienna, Munich, in Augustusburg.
Sophie helps. The camera shoots at the loaded envelope. There are Munich, but also to Vienna and Augustsburg.
A set of shots of printing leaflets and packing envelopes.
Willie typed the last envelope. Lots of flyers left.
Willie: Are there really so many envelopes left?
Sophie: Yes.
Willie: Hell!
The last few pages of leaflets flew out of the mimeograph. Schulich put them on the table.
Hans: It's over. Divide the letter and destroy the manuscript.
The handle of the mimeograph was lowered. In the depths of the field, Hans hid the machine under the painting tool. Sophie took half a bottle of wine from the cupboard. Schulich rolled up the used, inked manuscripts with a piece of the National Observer and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.
Schulich (laughs): I'm going to throw it in the mailbox near the Gestapo headquarters.
Sophie: Put your business card on, though.
Hans (grimace): Then tomorrow we'll be in the National Observer with business cards and leaflets.
Schulich: And then, all the people who don't have money to watch the show will applaud!
Everyone laughs. Sophie finished dividing the envelopes. Willy handed the stamps to Hans, who packed them into his briefcase.
Willy: Ugh, the rest of the stamps.
Hans: Thank you.
Sophie took the glasses from the cupboard, uncorked the corks, and poured a little red wine into each of the four glasses. Then he lit a cigarette, took a puff, and handed it to Hans. Hans also took a breath, then handed it to Schulich, and then to Willy. Willy points to the stacks of leaflets on the table that don't fit in envelopes --
Willy: What about the rest?
Hans picks up the rest of the packaged flyers—
Hans: I'm going to distribute these to the university tomorrow.
A moment of silence. Everyone was a little surprised, including Sophie.
Willy (warning tone): Are you crazy?
Hans (emphasis added): Willy, boy, don't forget that not long ago the female college students made a riot at the Deutsches Museum, and the battle was almost heated up.
Willy: So, this case is a first-level case with the Gestapo. Besides, our flyers are all over the place again!
Schulich also felt that this matter was quite inappropriate--
Schulich: Hans, let's hide these flyers in the back, and then send them out when we have an envelope.
Hans: Paper is expensive in Luoyang. There are no more envelopes.
Willie: It's dangerous enough to stick things on the wall at night. You still have to go to the university in broad daylight to hand out flyers? Are you dreaming?
Hans: Willy, now we have to act, it's time for us to wake up the city.
Willy (interrupting): Right now, after the Battle of Stalingrad, the school is full of Nazi SA spies.
Schulich was thinking, but Hans's thought seemed to move him.
Schulich (grimacing): If the Bolsheviks came by now, they would have caught a bunch of cowards.
Willy (to Schulich) You hate the Bolsheviks the most. Hans, this is too risky to do.
Hans: I can go during class, when there will be no one in the hall...in the blink of an eye, I can come out.
Willie: Too dangerous.
Sophie looked thoughtful. Hans knew Willy was not persuaded, so he said mildly—
Hans: Willy, I take the responsibility alone.
Sophie saw that this did not reassure Willy, and exchanged glances with Hans. Hans packed the leaflets into a box. It seemed he had made up his mind. Willy had to give in -
Willy: Be careful anyway!
Hans: I know.
Sophie noticed that the lads were exchanging glances. It appears that they have no disagreement on principle. She put the glass on the table.
Sophie: Drink it!
Hans and Willy went to grab wine glasses. Schulich grabbed the cork stopper from Sophie's hand and lit it with a match. Sophie watched happily as Schulich painted a Hitler-style mustache on his face with the blackened cork, and a Hitler-style hair on his forehead. Schulich raised his glass -- Schulich
(imitation of Hitler's tone): Ladies and comrades: Your Führer, Adolf Hitler, has decided to abdicate in the name of the German nation. I have devoted my life to the downfall of the German nation. The goal is now achieved. I bow to leaflet No. 6 of the White Rose Group (Note 3) from Munich, the capital of the movement, and surrender: I am a military dictatorship with half a bottle of vinegar! Your "bad boy" (the German derogatory term for "the greatest commander without precedent" at the time)! Unprecedented commander in chief.
As he spoke, he raised his hand to imitate Hitler in the Nazi salute. Everyone was happy, all stood upright, raised their hands and said "German salute"!
Sophie: You are a defeatist, my Führer!
Schulich (in Russian): Let the people's sinners go to the trash! (repeated again in German) Let the sinners of the people go into the trash!
With that, he threw the wine bottle into a wastebasket. Sophie clinks glasses with everyone.
All: Cheers!
Sophie sips the fine wine comfortably. Schulich put the red wine in the glass on his face like vodka, and then rubbed the graffiti on his face with the wine. Everyone else is enjoying the wine.
Willy: I have the letters to Munich and Augsburg.
Schulich (rubbing his face): For me from Vienna.
Hans: Don't forget Lepert.
Schulich: No.
Willy put aside the envelope for Lepert.
Hans: For Falk, I'll take him to Berlin next week. Come to think of it, Berliners are going to hand out our new leaflet. (Excited) So the Nazis should know that there are underground resistance groups even in the capital.
The moustache painted on Schulich's face was difficult to wash off for a while. He wiped hard in front of a mirror--
Schulich: This thing can't be washed off.
Hans: If you wear these snot-blocking hairs to class tomorrow morning, everyone's going to give you a salute.
Everyone laughs. Schulich rubbed hard on his face, and the wine in the bottle was also used up.
Hans: All right, buddy, let's hit the road.
Sophie also rinsed the wine glasses under the faucet and put them in the cupboard. Packed the wine bottle too.
Young man puts on coat. Hans lifted the box.
Schulich: You're going through Schwabing at night with a box full of flyers?
Sophie (slightly pondering): I'll get this one.
The two looked at each other. Hans hesitated.
Willy: Hans, I don't think Sophie can...
Sophie: It's easier for women to pass the test when it comes to inspections.
The siblings looked at each other.
Schulich: She's right.
Willie sighed. At this time, everyone had put on their coats and stood together. Sophie looked around the house like everyone else. There was indeed no trace of their secret activity left in the studio. They shook hands with each other, looked at each other, and said in unison—"Go all out..."
Willie turned off the light. Schulich was the first to walk to the door in the dark. He opened a crack in the door and looked outside. The air is cool. He nodded, and several others walked to the door.
Hans (coming over, whispering): Schulich, we will meet at your house at noon tomorrow, (the two exchange glances) After I come back from college.
Everyone understands that that means Hans has distributed the flyers to the university.
Schulich: Okay. See you tomorrow.
6. Studio, Night/Exterior
Sophie follows Hans, leaves Willy and Schulich, and walks into the night.
Sophie took Hans's arm, and the two walked away.
Schulich locked the door.
Willy and Schulich watched the siblings go away.
7. The street in front of Scholl's apartment, in front of the house at night/exterior view
. The two are talking. It's almost home, the brothers and sisters relax a little -
Sophie: So, it's tomorrow?
Hans: The Nazis aren't waiting for us either. But if you're going back to Ulm tomorrow, are you going to use your own skates this weekend?
Sophie: Who are you going to borrow this time?
Hans laughed.
Sophie: To Rosa?
Hans did not answer.
Sophie: Trout?
Hans shook his head clearly.
Sophie: Is that for Gisela?
Hans makes a strange appearance.
Sophie: Gisela believes too, you're the only one?
HANS (reluctantly): What's she the only one?
Sophie: The ski manager wouldn't laugh at you?
Hans avoided the subject.
Hans: Hey, is the snow thick enough there?
The younger sister looked at her brother with sarcastic eyes for a while, then smiled, took a deep breath of the cold air, and cast her eyes on the deep night sky.
The two continued to walk. Sophie saw a man in a coat and hat around the corner not far from their door. It looks like it's waiting for someone. Sophie glanced at her brother, and Hans looked forward.
They are alert. The two settled down, as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward while talking, Sophie grabbed the handle of the box.
Hans: The little train stops at 5:30 in the evening now.
Sophie: If you're looking for my skates, they're in the closet, not in the shoe closet.
Hans: Where in the closet?
Sophie: In the drawer under the closet. Don't forget to add some wax.
Hans: That's for sure.
Sophie took big strides like her brother, and the two walked side by side in the direction of the man.
The man unexpectedly blocked their way. Sophie and Hans had to stop.
Man: Good evening. Borrow a fire?
Hans: Yes.
Sophie watched how Hans quickly took out a match from his pocket and lit it. By the beating firelight, Sophie saw a face that had been burnt out of shape. The man's coat was also in tatters. The accomplices of the Gestapo would not look like this.
MAN (to Hans): Thank you. Long live Hitler!
Hans: Good night.
The man took a deep breath of his cigarette and turned away. The siblings breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and moved on.
Hans: Molotov cocktails.
The two walked into the corridor leading to the backyard of the building and walked towards the door.
8. SCHOER'S APARTMENT, NIGHT/INT SET
: Sophie brews two cups of tea in a Russian teapot and places it in a small tray. The home is filled with a warm atmosphere.
9. Scholl's apartment, Hans's room, NIGHT/INT
Sophie enters Hans's room with a tea tray. I saw him sitting wearily at the table in the dark. It was midnight now, energy and vitality seemed to leave him, and he looked exhausted. She put a cup of tea on his desk next to his briefcase.
Hans: Thanks, Sophie.
She walked behind him, put her hands on his shoulders, and gave him a few massages. Hans raised his head, apparently comfortable. Sophie goes to the door -
SOFIE: Don't do it too late.
Hans: Good night.
Sophie walked to the door, turned back, and the two looked at each other and laughed.
Hans' room. Hans opened the briefcase, took out the stamps and put them in a drawer of the desk. The drawer contained a set of syringes, medicine, and a pistol. Underneath were some handwritten or machine-typed letterheads and an unpacked pack of cigarettes.
10. SCHORE'S APARTMENT, SOPHIE'S ROOM, NIGHT/INT
Sophie is sitting at a table with a half cup of tea. She was wearing pajamas over a thick striped towel bathrobe. There was only one table lamp lit in the room, and the dim yellow light exuded a dash of warmth. On the table is a diary, and one can see a picture of Fritz and a list of several movie tickets or concerts. Curtains cover the windows. A gramophone plays her favorite piece: Schubert's Trout Quintet. She started writing letters. The face is light, happy and hopeful.
Sophie (voice-over): Dear Lisa: I'm listening to the Trout Quintet on the gramophone. Listening to this little andante tune, I want to be a trout too. When people feel heavy or sad, they can see spring clouds floating in the sky, green branches swaying on the ground, and people can't help but feel happy. Ah, how glad I am for the spring that has knocked on the door. Listening to this piece by Schubert is like being able to touch and smell the breath of spring, hear the singing of birds, and see all things awaken. This piano replay of the theme song is like a clear and cool spring jubilant. Oh, what a mesmerizing one! Hope to hear from you soon.
She closed and signed the
letter -- the end of the letter: the most heartfelt greetings. your Sophie.
Sophie folded the letter and put it in an addressed, stamped envelope. She turned off the gramophone.
Off-painting: The wooden floor of the room squeaks under Hans' cautious footsteps. The sound of the door being gently closed. Sophie looked towards the door and sighed deeply. Worry and hopeful.
Sophie turned off the lights, undressed, and lay down on the bed.
The sound of her brother returning to his room came from outside the picture.
Sophie lay on the bed with her eyes open, then turned sideways and fell asleep with her face on the pillow.
11. Scholl's Apartment, Kitchen, Day/Interior
February 18, 1943. Thursday.
The early spring in Munich is bright and warm like spring and April. Sophie eats a simple breakfast in the kitchen. There is a luxurious Russian tabletop tea stove in the kitchen. Her breakfast consisted of a little homemade brown bread and a little jam. That bit of jam is only thin enough to spread a slice of bread. There is also peppermint tea.
The BBC/VOA program was humming on the radio. Hans walked into the kitchen with a note in hand, and Sophie looked up at him.
Announcer's Voice: Important news: The Russians continue to regain lost ground in southern Stalingrad. German prisoners of war on the Stalingrad front complained of being overwhelmed and malnourished. The British Air Force bombed the Ruhr area; 17 German-Italian fighter jets were wiped out in the air battle in Tunisia.
Hans hears a few news in a piggyback. Sophie switched off and hid the radio. She has heard a lot.
Hans: The BBC report is also not to be trusted. Mrs. Schmidt, afraid of air raids, went back to her sister's in the country. Let's help her water the flowers. Say hello to us.
Sophie scraped the remaining jam in the empty jam jar with a spoon.
Sophie: Is there any jam from my mother's? You can only buy beet syrup on the market.
Hans opened the box Sophie had brought back the night before and put in some of his collection of leaflets.
Hans: Be patient. In a few weeks she will have fresh strawberries in her garden.
Sophie cut the bread and gave the big piece to her brother. As Hans closed the box, he took the bread and took a bite.
12. SCHOREL'S APARTMENT, DAY/INT
Sophie stands in front of the mirror, looking at her dress. Hans walked over, she turned and asked—
Sophie: Inconspicuous enough?
Hans nodded. They looked at each other. They understand that it is not a joke now. A moment of silence. The two brothers hugged each other and were silent for a long time.
Hans: The fire is going to the university today.
Then they let go of the clasped hands. Sophie picked up the suitcase, Hans picked up the briefcase, and left the apartment.
13. SCHOREL'S APARTMENT, STAIR FLOORS, DAY / INT The
siblings walk down the stairs in their coats. Sophie is carrying the box. Hans holds the briefcase.
14. Scholl's Apartment, Front Lobby, Day/Int
Sophie looks at the letterbox and closes it in disappointment.
Hans: No news from Fritz yet?
Sophie shook her head thoughtfully.
15. Scholl's apartment, building courtyard, daytime/exterior scene
Two people walk into the sunny courtyard. Sophie narrowed her eyes in the sun, took a deep breath, and smiled.
16. Ludwigstraße, near the university, daytime/Exterior On
the right sidewalk of Ludwigstraße, Sophie and her brother walked steadily towards the university, shoulder to shoulder. Both of them were carrying their own bags. But Sophie not only felt heavy in herself, but also felt Hans's nervousness. They glanced at each other, shook hands again, and encouraged each other.
Sophie: Think about going skiing.
The siblings looked at each other again. Sophie and her brother walked through the door of the university.
17. MUNICH UNIVERSITY,
MAIN BUILDING, PATIO AND GALLERY , DAY / INTERNATIONAL FROM THE GLASS DOORS, SOPHIE SEE UP THAT TROUT LAFRENTZ AND WILLY GRAF FACE THROUGHOUT THE HALL come. Of course Willy knew their plan, but Trout, who didn't know the details, stared at Sophie in confusion.
Everyone greets each other: Good morning.
Trout: We're going to the neurological hospital across the street.
Hans, are you going?
Hans: Sophie is going back to Ulm, I'll be there later.
Trout looked at the box in Sophie's hand.
Willie: Let's go.
The siblings waited for each other to leave the hall, then looked around. The air is fresh. They opened the box in the corner, took out the leaflets, and quickly placed them in small stacks, in small stacks, on the windowsill, the stairs, and the door of the lecture hall. The voice of lectures was faintly heard from the door.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a deafening sound, like firecrackers, as if something had collapsed. The voice echoed in the hall. Sophie held her breath, carefully discerning the sound. Her flyers are not finished yet. Hans waved to her and ran towards the door.
Sophie closed the box and ran out.
18. In front of the University of Munich, the main building, on the way to the back door, DAY/
INT Sophie and Hans are carrying their bags and want to leave the university and walk towards Acharing Street. Hans took a few steps ahead of Sophie. Sophie hurries after her brother--
Sophie: Hans, did you know that there are some flyers in the box?
Hans hesitated, pondered, and looked at his watch again. He decides to take another risk—
Hans: You wait here. There are no flyers upstairs.
Sophie: I'll go with you.
Sophie caught up with Hans, and the siblings hurried back to college.
19. Munich University, main building, hall and stairs, daytime/interior view
There is a corridor on the second floor of the main building, through which you can reach the large lecture hall on the upper floor. From there Sophie looked down at the patio yard below. Empty. Only the voice of the lecture was heard.
Hans: Hurry up.
Sophie opened the box and quickly grabbed the rest of the leaflets with her brother and placed them on the balcony fence of the promenade. The two exchanged glances with smug eyes. The school bell rang.
Hans (whispering): Now go!
Close the box. Almost at the same time, the door of the lecture hall opened, and a stream of people poured out. Most are girls, but there are also boys (many in military uniforms). Just as she was leaving, Sophie ventured to push the stack of leaflets with her hand. Hans saw it and stared at Sophie with a puzzled look, and Sophie returned him a smug smile.
HANS (warningly): We must go now.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
The fliers spread out and fell from the second-floor balcony fence to the patio yard below.
Sophie watched as the surprised classmates raised their heads and looked at the place where the flyers were falling from the balcony on the second floor. Several people quietly picked up the flyer and read it curiously.
Sophie heard the angry shouts of two guys in military uniforms --
shouts: Who's doing the pig thing!
The brothers and sisters withdrew their hasty footsteps and blended into the crowd of students on the stairs as if nothing had happened, almost feeling safe.
Suddenly a man (Schmidt) shouted loudly with a heavy South German accent--
Schmidt: Stop, stop, stop!
Sophie was stunned. She glanced at Hans. That nightmare that had been worrying but never came true suddenly became a reality. At first, the students didn't understand who they were shouting at, and looked at each other suspiciously, and a few others looked around at the people around them. Sophie, like Hans, quickened her pace. They don't look sideways and try not to be noticed. Schmidt pushed through the crowd of students vigorously and walked towards Sophie and Hans. He's clutching a few fliers in his hands--
Schmidt: Stop, you two... stop for me now!
Out of the corner of her eye, Sophie saw Schmidt approaching. When he caught up with the siblings, he rolled up the incriminating evidence and stuffed the flyer into his pocket.
Schmidt: Stop. You are under arrest. Stand still, for the sake of the crucified Jesus!
Schmidt, the university's janitor, stands in the way of the brothers and sisters. The two of them calmly stopped. The crowd stared at them. Sophie saw her brother trying to calm herself down--
Hans: What's the matter?
Schmidt: You are under arrest.
Hans: Disrespectful! Get your hands off! Why are you arresting people at school!
Sophie saw a student in military uniform in the distance, running towards the corridor with a flyer in hand. Immediately afterwards, the alarm bell rang on the campus. Schmidt approached Hans and grabbed his arm—
Schmidt: You were alone in that corridor just now. Come with me!
Sophie: We came from the School of Psychology.
Schmidt: Bullshit! The flyer is what you throw down there.
Hans: How ridiculous!
Schmidt: If you're still a little shameless, just admit it.
Sophie squeezed between the two men and stood in front of her brother for the first time---
Sophie: Let go of my brother! I threw the flyer down there.
Sophie was aware of the reproachful look her brother was giving.
There was a commotion in the crowd. Schmidt was in a hurry, he blocked the crowd --
Schmidt: This should call the police. Follow me now.
The siblings and Schmidt squeezed through the startled crowd and walked down a hallway. The bell kept ringing.
20. Munich University, Main Building, Legal Counsel's Office, Day/Int
Sophie and brother wait in Legal Counsel Heverner's office. Havenall, the head of the university's attorney's office, was about 50 years old and dressed in civilian clothes. The alarm bells were still ringing outside the painting. The siblings, in their coats and their bags, sat apart from each other. Sophie glanced at her brother, and an encouraging smile crossed her face. She looked at Hevernar, who stood with his arms crossed in the sunlight by the window. Schmidt stood proudly behind her and looked at her.
The alarm bells finally stopped. Immediately, the President of the University of Munich, Professor West walked in. He was not wearing civilian clothes, but an SS officer uniform. Schmidt stood at attention. Hefner also stood at
attention-Havener and West: Long live Hitler!
Schmidt stood up straight and spoke without waiting to ask—
Schmidt: Long live Hitler. Two students, a man and a woman, were caught on the spot and brought here when they were distributing leaflets with unclear contents on the patio. The flyer has been properly kept.
He picked up the flyers he had collected from the Havenall table and handed them to West. The latter took over—
West: Thank you, Schmidt.
The principal glanced at the brothers and sisters with undisguised contempt.
West: There's another dwarf rebellion in the school... well, we'll take care of these red-faced guys (note 4). Havenall, get their files from the National Police. Schmidt, you write a report.
Schmidt and Hevernell: Yes.
West handed Hevernell a flyer. They both started browsing. Schmidt picked up one and read it too--
Schmidt: There are leaflets all over the yard and on the stairs.
Sophie was surprised to find that her brother used West to try to tear up the flyer in his pocket while he was looking at it. Unexpectedly, a corner of the flyer was exposed. Sophie held her breath and gave Hans a quick look. West lifts his head -
West (to Hevernell): The pinnacle!
Haverner: Can't believe it!
The two stared at the brother and sister at the same time. Hans suppressed his nervousness and looked straight ahead. Sophie also calmed herself, smiling calmly at the two men.
West: At my school, you'll get what you deserve, I tell you!
Off-screen: The siren of a police car on the street gets closer, louder, and then stops abruptly. The three men looked out the window involuntarily. Schmidt approached the window, looked out, nodded to West and Havenall --
Schmidt: They're here.
Sophie saw that Hans had thrown the shredded leaflet onto the floor behind him. But Schmidt looked at them too. He finds the scraps of paper on the floor and immediately shouts--
Schmidt (emotionally): There, there...that student has something there.
Hans didn't want to give Schmidt a handle, and he quickly took it back. But at this moment the headmaster also came, and he said condescendingly to Hans--
West: Hand it over! Otherwise, you want me to use force?
Sophie heard hurried footsteps in the corridor and saw Hans hand the shredded paper in his hand to the headmaster. Meanwhile Schmidt, behind Hans, knelt on the ground, swept the broken leaflets together, picked them up—
Schmidt: These are with those leaflets.
Schmidt put all the scraps he picked up on a piece of white paper. Then, humbly held the paper to the headmaster. The latter put the broken leaflet he had taken from Hans on it.
There was a knock on the door, Sophie turned her head, and Robert Moore walked in, followed by two men in plainclothes. Moore wore a cape over his arms, a uniform with a swastika, and a bow tie. The other two Gestapo wore (Gestapo) leather coats, leather gloves and top hats. Moore looked gentle, and even had a smile on his face. Sophie felt that his presence seemed to ease the tension.
Moore: I'm Moore, State Police. Long live Hitler.
He routinely showed his police card.
West, Schmidt, Hevernell: Long live Hitler!
Sophie found that Moore was a little surprised: I didn't expect to be caught by a young girl and a young student.
Schmidt: It was I who
noticed ... Sophie noticed that the headmaster stopped him with his eyes -
West: Okay.
More turns to the siblings—more
: Your documents?
Sophie took her student ID card out of her pocket and handed it to Moore. And then there's Hans.
Mohr (looking at the photo on the document and the siblings themselves): Miss Sophie Magdalena Scholl, Mr. Hans Fritz Scholl, from Ulm. Are you siblings?
Sophie and Hans: Yes.
Moore handed the papers to his assistant and put them away. Then he looked at Sophie—more
(talking to himself): A weak woman...only 21 years old...wanting to rebel against the German Empire that controls the whole of Europe?
West: This kid is trying to tear up this flyer right in front of me.
Hans: That piece of paper was stuffed into my hand by a classmate I didn't know. I don't want to be implicated by it, so I want to destroy it.
Moore remained silent. Sophie saw West hand the broken leaflet on the white paper to More's entourage. Moore turned to Sophie. Cut to Sophie's box.
Moore: Is this box yours?
Sophie: Yes, mine.
Moore: Take them away.
His entourage immediately took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the siblings. Sophie and Hans were taken away.
DEEP FIELD MORE turns to West and Hevernell -
MORE: I need their files. I have ordered that the university be blocked. Faculty members are not allowed to leave the school.
21. Munich University, Main Building, Patio Yard, Daytime/Interior The
main building lobby is silent. Sophie and her brother, in the custody of two Gestapo, walked through the silent crowd of students towards the school gate. The siblings were in handcuffs, not looking sideways. Moore was not present.
Sophie saw the plainclothes of the Gestapo picking up the flyers in the yard. Several male and female students were helping.
Hans walked aimlessly, but in reality whispered to Gisela Schertilinger—
Hans: Go home and tell Alex to stop waiting for me.
Sophie saw Gisela trying to restrain herself.
Gestapo entourage: go!
The brothers and sisters were hurried to the gate. A guy in military uniform opened the door for them.
22. By the sedan in front of the university, DAY/EXT/IN
We follow Sophie and Hans into a large black civilian sedan. The two Gestapo followed him into the car. The big car started. A Gestapo agent sat between the siblings in the back row. The brothers and sisters stared straight ahead. The agent watched them back and forth from left to right. Sophie and Hans looked nervous.
23. In front of the Wittelsbach Palace, daytime/location
car drives to the front of the Wittelsbach Palace with two stone lions. SS soldiers stood guard in front of the door. The guard opened a side door and the car drove in.
24. Wittelsbach Palace, Entrance Hall/Corridor, Day/Interior
On the stairs leading to the second floor: Sophie walks on one side of the Gestapo agent (Locher), Hans on the other. Another Gestapo agent from the university followed them.
Locher was Moore's assistant. Sophie felt that the man was a bit lazy, like an oily and floury guy. Perhaps because of the thin mustache on his upper lip. His tone of voice was that of a soldier, with a distinct Bavarian accent. The siblings were taken to a hallway with benches on the second floor. Another Gestapo agent was waiting there.
Locher: Scholl, Hans, go into the interrogation room immediately to be interrogated by Mahler!
Saying that, he grabbed Hans's arm roughly and pulled him into an open door beside him.
Sophie stopped and looked at her brother. Hans stopped at the door, turned towards her, and the two smiled at each other for a moment. Sophie knew that from now on, she would face everything alone.
Locher: Come, too, ma'am.
Sophie was taken to another interrogation room. Locher opened the door and pushed Sophie in.
25. Wittelsbach Palace, Interrogation Room Foyer, Day/
Int Locher brings Sophie into the outer hall of More's office. Sophie's heart was pounding and she sat down in the chair. Locher stood behind her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Sophie looked ahead.
The door opened. Moore appears. With Sophie's suitcase in his hand, her files and a large stack of flyers from the university under his rib, he walked into his office without even looking at Sophie. After he went in and closed the door, a red light next to the door came on.
Pause. The red light next to the door turned to white.
Locher: Go in, start.
Sophie stood up, walked to the creaking door, and entered.
26. Wittelsbach Palace, Interrogation Room, Day/Int
Sophie enters More's rather spacious office. She looked around. He looked at his interrogator, Moore, again. Moore was taking out a stack of colorful cards from a large filing cabinet filled with "White Rose" files. The blue card is densely written, and the white, red, and yellow cards are blank. He also memorized something by the way, but he didn't know what to write.
Moore: Sit down.
Sophie looked at Moore cautiously. She sat down without taking off her coat.
During the interrogation, only Moore and Sophie were present, and no clerk was present. Sophie looked at the brown leather soundproofing cladding nailed to the door. The conversation here is inaudible outside.
On the table in front of Sophie was a flyer picked up from the university. She didn't see her box.
During the interrogation, More wrote on the blank card in front of him like he was playing solitaire. Later we learned that Sophie's confession was recorded on the white card; the red card was Hans's; the yellow card was that of other co-conspirators; and the blue card was his record of what happened. This was the first interrogation, and Sophie's voice was quieter, timid and reserved. Moore's attitude toward her was routinely rough.
More glanced at her file, and then—more
: Scholl, Sophia Magdalena, who lives in Ulm. Born May 9, 1921 in Fortenberg. Believe in Protestantism. your father?
Sophie: Robert Scholl. He was the permanent mayor of Voltenberg.
Moore: You studied pediatric nursing, did you graduate?
Sophie: Graduated.
Moore: Entered the University in the summer of 1942, a student of biology and philosophy. Four siblings?
Sophie: Yes.
Mol: You have a second address in Munich: Franz-Josefstrasse 23. back floor. Mrs. Schmidt, the landlord?
Sophie: Yes.
Moore: Do you have a criminal record?
Sophie: No.
Moore pushed the leaflet on the table slowly towards her. She felt a threat.
Moore: You admitted to the janitor that you threw these fliers down the school floor?
Sophie saw Moore looking up at her.
Sophie: The flyers were originally on the marble fence upstairs. I just bumped into them while passing by.
Moore noted on a white card.
Moore: Why?
Sophie: Just having fun. So I admitted it at the time.
Moore: So you at least see who put those fliers there?
Sophie: No.
She fought Maul's scrutinizing gaze stubbornly, barely smiling, and shrugging regretfully. And then--
Sophie: But, I know, I did a very stupid thing then. I'm sorry too, but I can't get it back.
Moore held a dozen leaflets in front of her in one hand, and with the other pushed a legal manual in front of her so that she could read the words on the cover: "Criminal Law Volume."
Moore: Miss Scholl, the leaflet you handed out at school violated the War Criminal Act. Do you want to read, what are the punishments for treason and surrender?
Sophie: I didn't hand out leaflets.
Moore: Jail, imprisonment or capital punishment!
Sophie: I really didn't hand out these leaflets.
Sophie calmly faced the scrutiny of the Gestapo. At this point, Sophie saw that More had taken her suitcase out of the back of the desk and spread the leaflets in stacks on the lid.
Moore: Fits right in.
Sophie: It's a coincidence.
Sophie finished speaking and looked at him calmly.
Moore: What are you doing at school with an empty suitcase?
Sophie: I was going to go home, to Ulm, to pick up some of the clothes I left with my mother last week.
More: Back to Ulm? It's the start of the semester, and you want to come so far?
Sophie: Yes.
Moore: Just to get some clothes?
Sophie: Not really. I also want to see my girlfriend and her newborn baby. Also, my mother is sick.
Moore: But it's not the weekend yet? Class is starting! It sounds like it was made up.
Sophie: Because my girlfriend has to go back to Hamburg early, so I planned to go back on the weekend, so I had to go early. I'm going to take the 12:48 train and have made an appointment with my sister's boyfriend to meet at Holzkirchener station. If you don't believe me, you can ask him.
Moore: What's his name?
Sophie: Otto Escher. He took the 12:30 train from Thorn to Munich.
Moore picks up a yellow card--
MORE: Escher is the letter e and i?
Sophie: It's a and i.
Facing Moore's scrutinizing eyes, Sophie remained calm.
More: Then you don't have any dirty clothes to bring back to Ulm?
Sophie: No. I washed the small ones myself, and the large ones haven't gotten dirty yet.
Moore: Well, you don't need clean clothes. But you also said just now that you are carrying the suitcase to get your clothes?
Sophie: I think since I'm in Ulm, I'll bring back some laundry for the next few weeks.
Sophie said, watching as Moore wrote it down on a white card, before snuffing out the cigarette in her hand. According to the fashion of the time, he did not throw away the cigarette butts, but put it in a cigarette case.
Mohr: You said you were going back to Ulm, what are you going to do at the university?
Sophie: I'm on a date with a girlfriend (notice the attention Moore is looking at at the moment). Her name is Gisela Schertilinger.
More picked up another blank yellow card and wrote Gisela's name.
Sophie: We were supposed to have lunch together at the Aquarium in the English Park at 12 noon today... More
: But you're going back to Ulm.
Sophie: That was an impromptu decision I made last night. Today is to go to college and tell Gisela that we can't have dinner together.
The doorbell rang, and Moore pressed the door button on the desk. After the door opened, Sophie saw a Gestapo agent come in and wordlessly put a piece of typewriter paper (Schmidt's testimony) on More's desk. Moore pushed the box towards him. The man clearly understood what he was being asked to do, and he immediately picked up the box and went out. Moore glanced at the page of testimony with interest, then placed it face down on the table.
Moore: Why is your brother at school with you? Don't you just want to go and say hi to Gisela?
Sophie: We often go to school together. Hans is going to the University Neurological Hospital today.
Moore looked at Schmidt's testimony again--More
: But the janitor testified that you were on the balcony of the promenade on the second floor at 11 o'clock. what are you doing there?
Sophie: We're looking for Gisela. She was taking Professor Huber's introductory philosophy class.
Moore: That class was in the classroom on the first floor.
Sophie: Right. We arrived about 10 minutes early, and I took my brother to the psychology department on the second floor, because I often attend classes there.
More wanted to surprise Sophie—MORE
: So, where are those flyers?
Sophie
sees his trick - Sophie: I do see stacks of papers all over the floor, is this what you mean?
Moore: Didn't you read it?
Sophie: Of course I did. However, it was only a brief glance. My brother made a joke about it.
Moore: Political jokes?
Sophie: No. Just saying those things are a waste of paper. He is as bad at politics as I am.
Moore took out another blue card---More
: When the local party boss gave a speech at the Deutsches Museum last time, were you there when the schoolgirls made trouble?
Sophie: No.
Moore: But you are obliged to listen to the lecture.
Sophie: I'm not involved in any political activity.
Moore: So what do you think the state party boss mentioned in the Deutsches Museum that girls should have children for the Führer, not mess around in college, and said that the ugly ones can marry his sergeant View?
Sophie (cautiously): It's a matter of opinion.
Moore rearranged the records on the blue card again, then turned to her again—
Moore: Your troubles in college make you a suspect. (Pause) I urge you plainly to tell the truth without any reservations or scruples.
Sophie: I also declare that I have nothing to do with these flyers other than that last joking idiot. I know that if we can't find someone who actually spreads the fliers, we're heavily suspicious. But we really have nothing to do with it.
Moore looked at her. Sophie kept her composure. Moore opened the student file and watched. He took another white card---
Moll: Have you participated in the Youth Volunteer Team and the German Girls' League (Note 5)?
Sophie: I did.
Moore: You quit again in 1941. why?
Sophie: Honestly, I stopped being keen on these things for the last two years, because my sister Inge, my two brothers and I were all caught for so-called subversive activities by the Youth League (Note 6). They released me that night, but everyone else was sent to Stuttgart, where they were held for several weeks without sentence.
Moore took notes on a red card.
Moore: The Youth League is a banned organization.
Sophie: We just sang songs, went wild and enjoyed nature...I still think it was unfair to arrest us that time.
Dull pause.
Moore: So, are you against National Socialism (Nazis)?
Sophie: I admit, I personally don't want to have anything to do with National Socialism.
The phone rings. Moore picked up the receiver and listened carefully.
Moore: Thank you.
He hung up the receiver. A cross is drawn in the upper right corner of a blue card.
Moore: Do you think you can hide your true thoughts from us during this interrogation investigation?
Sophie: I'm being completely honest with you.
Sophie was surprisingly calm. To her surprise, Moore sorted the cards and left the room. Sophie was nervous. Her eyes went to the window. Neighboring buildings are bathed in the midday sun. Moore was back soon.
Moore: My colleague didn't find any flyers in the box. Your brother's statement agrees with yours.
A burst of relief followed by tension mingled in Sophie's mind. She glanced at Schmidt's testimony.
Moore: Are you relieved?
Sophie: I wasn't worried at all.
long silence. Moore still looked at her. He grabbed the phone and dialed again. Sophie also looked at his thin face.
Moore: Call the female clerk.
What Moore wrote on a white and a blue card. The door opened, and Sophie saw an administrative clerk (the clerk) crept in, a young woman in plain clothes. She pushed aside the typewriter on the small table next to her, and put a stenograph and pencil and sharpener on the table. She wore glasses, and she always looked indifferent and serious, with an expression of nothing to do with herself, only occasionally looking at Sophie.
Moore: I am now dictating a recording. You gotta hear it. If anything doesn't match your statement, interrupt me immediately, Miss Scholl?
Sophie: Yes.
Moore: Then you'll be detained in the back cell. Of course, it depends... maybe you can go back to Ulm tonight.
Sophie rubbed her hands nervously under the table, but didn't let Moir notice, and returned Moir a shallow smile.
MORE (to female clerk) Ready?
Female clerk: Okay.
More picked up the white card and Sophie's student file and began to dictate -- More
: I was born in Fortenberg, the town of Ollingen in Fortenberg. My father was the permanent mayor there...the
female clerk started to take shorthand.
Sophie: Yes.
The camera pans out of the interrogation room.
27. Wittelsbach Palace, Corridor, Entrance Hall, Day/Interior View of the
same evening. A Gestapo agent who had been to the university came out from the opposite room and shouted -
Gestapo agent: Metternich.
A male student in a soldier's uniform quickly stood up. Gestapo agents hand him a release card.
Gestapo agent: release certificate. Long live Hitler!
The student also raised his arms and walked out quickly.
Sophie was taken downstairs by Locher and taken to the cell.
28. Wittelsbach Palace, underground passage, daytime/interior
under shadowless lights. Sophie tried to break free from Locher's hand on her arm. She snapped--
Sophie: Please let me go.
Locher continued to hold her—
Locher: Go, go! Miss! Come with me! You students, do you think we can let us let you toss with us here?
29. PRISON
BUILDING, PRISON REGISTRATION OFFICE , DAY / INT Sophie is brought to the Prison Registration Office by Locher.
Locher: Scholl, Sophie, new here.
Sophie looked innocent and walked into the registration desk with a small smile. There sat a 38-year-old woman, Elzer Goebel. She was not wearing a prison uniform, but a high-neck dress over a work uniform. Elze looked at Sophie in surprise: Such a young girl! Sophie waited for her to find a card with Sophie's name on it.
Elzer: Please give me your scarf and put all your other belongings in that box.
She put a cardboard box on the table. Sophie put the scarf and other belongings inside. Not much. There is a faint sound of Goebbels's speech in the gym on the radio. Locher walked over and turned up his voice.
Goebbels (voice-over, soundtrack): In this life-and-death war, the modesty of the bourgeoisie must be thrown away. The danger we face is enormous, and we must make great efforts to deal with it. Now is the time for us to rip off our gown gloves and clench our fists...I ask you, do you want a full-scale war? Will you—maybe this war is bigger and more intense than we can imagine today?
Elzer painted off the original name on the cardboard box, wrote Sophie's name, and then registered Sophie's belongings.
Elzer (murmurs): A scarf, a wallet, a student ID card named Sophie Scholl, cigarettes and matches, a keychain and four keys.
Sophie noticed Locher listening admiringly to Goebbels' demagoguery. Elzer stands up—
Elzer: Please come with me.
Sophie followed her inside. Elzer opened the fence door in the corridor.
30. Prison Building,
Cell Corridor, Day/ Int Sophie follows Elzer down the cell corridor. Elzer opened a door. The two go in.
The end of Goebbels' speech is heard off-screen.
31. Prison Building, Search Room, Day/Interior
A room with white painted walls. There are no windows, just a few graffiti and a few riding boot prints on the walls. Bright white lights, a table, a chair, nothing else.
Elzer: Please take off your clothes. Give me the coat.
Sophie undressed professionally. Elzer looked at her by the side, and double-checked when she was done taking off.
Elzer (whispering): If you have anything suspicious, give it to me and I'll throw it down the toilet.
Sophie looked at her suspiciously.
Elzer: I am also a prisoner.
Sophie remained calm and friendly, so that the other party would not perceive her distrust--
Sophie: I have nothing suspicious.
Elzer: You can put your clothes on.
Sophie gets dressed. Elzer is filling out a form.
Elzer: Ever since the flyer case and the slogan on the wall, it's been in and out like a pigeon loft. Every day a high-level figure comes here, (schadenfreude) to be secretly scrutinized by a special committee.
Sophie: Why are they still interrogating us, I thought if there was even the slightest suspicion, they were immediately sent to Dachau concentration camp.
Elzer: The special committee needs to know who did it. However, you are lucky to have Moore on your case. He was somewhat human.
Sophie continued to dress.
Sophie: He said I might catch the last train of the day back to Ulm.
Elzer: But it was Maul who ordered you to stay with me in the "Honor Cell" first.
Sophie buttoned her shirt calmly and followed Elzer to the cell.
32. PRISON
CORRIDOR , DAY/ INT Sophie follows Elzer and Locher to the door of a cell. Locher opened the door. Goebbels' speech can still be heard off-screen from the register. Elzer holds the bedding and towels for Sophie.
Locher: Well, here we are. Ladies please come in. Quick, quick, I'm going to the lecture.
33. PRISON
BUILDING, CELL , DAY / INT Sophie and Elzer walk into "Honor Cell". Locher closed and locked the door. Sophie looked around the cell: two wooden beds, a narrow cabinet, a toilet, a sink and a few poor things in the cell: a very thin towel, a rice bowl and a tin cup, A bar of soap and Elzer's toothbrush and toothpaste (the Scholls are not allowed to go home for necessities). The sight is claustrophobic.
Elzer: This place was originally prepared for the rich who "deviated" because of their extravagance.
Sophie sat down on the edge of the bed, touching nothing, as if this was not her home.
Elzer: Your brother has already been interrogated and is waiting there right now. You're a suspected felon now, because you were the one who took the box and pushed the flyer downstairs -- don't admit anything to them.
Sophie: I have nothing to admit.
The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the passage of time. Sophie listened carefully to the movement outside. The two test each other—
Sophie: How long have you been in here?
Elzer: 1 year and 5 days.
Sophie: Why were you arrested?
Elzer: I wrote a letter quoting Ludwig Thoma's criticism of Hitler. "
Poverty of mind is like a thin leg, and a dry mind is like a dash." The two laughed, but Elzer laughed happier than
Sophie—Elzer: "Now we rhyme, this person is really annoying."
Sophie laughed.
Sophie: But you still work for the Gestapo?
Elzer: I only register prisoners here, I'm a registrar.
A moment of silence.
Elzer: You must be thinking, am I their spy because I'm in the same room as you?
Sophie was silent.
Elzer: I was betrayed. I would never do that kind of thing.
Sophie: I don't understand, how can you work for these people?
Elzer: Very simple, an order. (Pause, cautiously) I'm here out of fear of suicide.
Sophie: Why are you against the Nazis?
Elzer: My brother and I are both members of the Communist Party, although he holds a high position in an insurance company. And the Communists are very united, that's why I like them. Either way, something has to be done.
Sophie: Yes.
Sophie leaned against the radiator and felt it with her hand—SOphie
: No heating.
Elzer: But summer is suffocating.
Next, Sophie fell silent, waiting for something. She felt a slight noise from the floor of the cell. Then, the door was suddenly opened.
Locher: Scholl, Sophie, come with me.
Sophie nodded to Elzer.
Elzer: I hope not to see you again, I wish you all the best.
Sophie: Good. I wish you all the best too.
The two shake hands. Sophie put on her coat and followed Locher out.
34. Prison Building, Registry, Evening/Interior
Sophie followed Locher into the registry. The fence door in the cell corridor behind her slammed shut. There was a piece of paper on the table at the registration office, and Locher picked it up—
Locher: Well, miss, this is your release card, you're lucky.
Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. Locher sat down to fill out the release card. The squeak of the prison food delivery truck can be heard outside the picture.
Voice-over: Get your meal!
A whisper. The sound of the small window on the cell door opening. The clanging sound of the metal rice bowl. Sophie looked out the window and saw blue mist lingering on the walls of the Wittelsbach Palace opposite. Locher rummaged through the seal box for the appropriate seal—an excruciating wait.
The phone rang. Locher picks up the phone—
Locher: I'm the registry.
He listens for a moment, then looks at Sophie--
Locher (shouting): Don't feed the Scholls, continue to interrogate them!
Sophie gasped. Locher picked up the completed release card and stood up—
Locher: Come with me.
The camera pans. Sophie's heart was in her throat, and she followed Locher towards the stairs leading to the corridor.
35. Wittelsbach Palace, Underpass, NIGHT/
Int Sophie follows Locher on the way to Wittelsbach Palace. She glanced uneasily at Locher, whose face was expressionless.
36. Wittelsbach Palace, Registry, Night/Interior
A set of clips: We see that Sophie was photographed from the front and side, and her fingerprints were pressed, following the procedure of identification at the time of her arrest. She just stared blankly ahead.
37. Tersbach Palace, Interrogation Room, Night/Interior View
Weather in February. Night has fallen outside. Sophie is led into a dimly lit interrogation room. She recognized from the silhouette in the window that Moore was waiting for her. He was staring out the window at night. Locher put the release card on Moore's desk and went out.
MORE (quietly) You can take off your coat. Sit down.
Sophie hung up her coat and sat down. Moore took out a match, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.
Moore: Do you smoke?
Sophie: No smoking. thanks.
Moore: You do smoke.
Sophie smiled indifferently---
Sophie: Occasionally.
Sophie surveyed the environment. She found that the female clerk had already arrived this time, sitting in the shadow behind the desk. She and the reserved and indifferent woman looked at each other. Moore turned on a dim lamp again.
Sophie found a briefcase on the table. The cards on Moore's desk seemed to multiply. Moore stood in the shadow of the lamp, first moved the release card to him, glanced at it, and then pushed it aside. Sophie felt something strange about him, becoming unpredictable. Moore walked to the light. His face can be seen clearly. He began to read a card -- More
: Your father was jailed for six weeks last year for calling our Führer "God's punishment for mankind."
Sophie: He was arrested for "conspiracy" and stripped of his post.
Moore: Only the tough can help all beings, Miss Scholl! I couldn't help asking myself, what was your father's attitude towards your participation in the German Girls' League?
Sophie: My father never had any political influence on our education.
Moore: Typical democrat! Why did you join the German Girls' League?
Sophie: I heard that Hitler wanted to make our country great, happy and strong; to make everyone have work and bread; to make every German a free and happy person.
More: It's true, Miss Scholl. The individual is nothing, the collective is everything. You should agree with me on this point, right?
Sophie shrugged. She noticed by the light of the cigarette butt that Moore seemed emotional. He stares at Sophie—
MORE: Are you still single?
Sophie: I'm engaged. Fiance is Fritz Haltnag. He served as a captain on the Eastern Front.
Pause. Moore was taking notes on a white card. He drew out a blank yellow card. Glancing at Sophie, he asked again—more
: In Stalingrad?
Sophie: Yes.
Moore: When was the last time you saw him?
Sophie: More than half a year ago.
Moore turned on the interrogation lights. Sophie narrowed her eyes. She saw Moore take a Model 08 pistol and a magazine from his briefcase and put them on the table. Sophie realized that the Gestapo had raided her house.
Moore: Do you know these things?
Sophie: My brother has such a pistol. He was a sergeant in the Wehrmacht.
Moore: And what about the 190 rounds in your drawer, 9mm?
Sophie: That's my brother's stuff too.
Moore: When was the last time you bought a stamp?
Sophie: About 10 to 12 days ago.
Moore: Where? How much did you buy?
Sophie: Bought it at Post and Telegraph, 23 Rue de Leopold. 10 of the 12's...and maybe 5 of the 6's, I don't remember exactly.
Moore: No more?
Sophie boldly denied it.
She saw Moore take the 140 eight pfennig stamps we've seen out of his bag and put them in front of her. We have seen that Hans, like Sophie, keeps the stamps in the drawer of his desk.
Moore: Know this stack of stamps?
Sophie: I don't know.
Moore: Really don't know?
Sophie: I don't know.
Moore stared at the flashing cigarette butts, waiting for Sophie to answer, but it backfired. And then he went on with the greatest equanimity--
MORE: We found these things in your brother's house. Why did you hide from us the fact that he had so many stamps?
Sophie: You're asking when and where I last bought stamps.
Moore's brows furrowed. He took a few breaths desperately and wrote something on the white and red cards.
Moore: 140 stamps! Who among you needs so many stamps? What are you going to use them for? Who is in charge of sending letters to the mailbox?
Sophie: For greeting friends and family. We write a lot.
The phone rings. Moore picked up the handset, listened to what the other party said, and hung up again. He pressed the door button on the table. But the door didn't open.
Moore: So, you recognize these stamps!
Sophie: I'm just guessing. You found these stamps with my brother, not me.
Then Sophie saw the door open softly. A man in plain clothes, older than Moore, with short hair, walked in. He was Moore's boss, and he exchanged glances with Moore, then quietly crossed his hands in front of his chest, and stood behind Sophie by the door, observing everything in the room. Sophie was so nervous that she didn't dare to look back.
Moore: Do you have a typewriter?
Sophie: The one in my brother's room belongs to the landlady. She lent it to us, and my brother wanted something.
Moore: What?
Sophie: An essay on philosophical and theological issues.
Moore pulled out a leaflet from his briefcase. "To all the German people" is written on it.
Moore: Isn't that the flyer?
Sophie: No.
Moore: So are there words like, "Hitler can't win the war, he's just prolonging it". Or maybe it's sentences like "criminal behavior doesn't make Germany win the war", or "the Germany of the future can only have a federal system...freedom of speech, freedom of belief"...
Sophie: These weren't written by Hans .
Moore: That's what you wrote?
Sophie: Neither.
More recorded on the white and red cards.
Moore: But do you believe in such a social system?
Sophie: I never cared about politics.
More put the flyer in front of Sophie—more
: Anyway, after a font test, this flyer was typed out by the typewriter you found in the house. Earlier this month, the flyer was mailed to a large number of people, especially in Augsburg and Munich.
Sophie: I don't know anything about it.
She pushed the flyer aside.
Moore's boss gave him a look, and Moore understood what he meant, and got up and walked out--
MORE (to Sophie): Sit still. (again to the female clerk) Look at her.
Sophie turned now to see Moore's boss closing the door behind the two of them.
Sophie looked at the female clerk again, her expression still indifferent and refusing.
38. Wittelsbach Palace, Interrogation Room, NIGHT/INT
Sophie waits restlessly. The female clerk looked at her indifferently and tapped the table with a pencil. Sophie did not show weakness to the woman, she sat up straight.
Moore came in with a stack of writing papers and put them on the table. He moved the cards on the table to one side, opened an envelope, and took out a handwritten leaflet that had been torn into small pieces and glued together, and placed it in front of Sophie—
MORE: We found You were there when your brother tore up this flyer. Remember it?
Sophie: Don't remember.
Moore: Before you make up a lie, read it!
Sophie (reading): "200,000 German brothers fell victim to a military charlatan who believed in his demagoguery."
Mohr: Well, what does it remind you of?
Sophie shook her head in confusion.
Moore: Doesn't it remind you of the same tune on the sixth leaflet you just read?
Sophie was silent.
Moore: And that handwriting?
Sophie: I don't know.
Moore: Come on, stop pretending. This defamatory leaflet is copyrighted by a man named Christoph Probusch, a friend of yours in Innsbrucker.
Sophie was startled, and a trace of unease flashed across her face.
Moore: We found his letter at your house. The handwriting is exactly the same as this one. Probush, a former medical student who also enjoyed the Führer's fav
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