Mr. Schwarz, you have to help me!

Mr. Schwarz, you have to help me!

They are so close to finding us! I beg you!

Mrs. Weckert, what's going on? You're all in a fuss!

Just tell me what you need and don't worry about me, Mrs. Weckert.

Since... since my son died...

I can't lose my children, not after all we've been through together.

I will not lose another child. Especially not to the state.

I would not survive that.

Alfred and Ida should have a good life.

But I am putting you in an impossible situation.

Yes, I do. I just can't ask you to do it. I have to go.

It was a stupid idea. I am sorry.

That's terrible! How did it happen?

He had pneumonia and no one could help him.

I can't lose my daughter, too. I have to do something.

You can't know this, but my son died.

You remember my son Alfred?

Of course. The boy with the bad cough. How is he?

He passed away.

And I thought... You have helped us before.

When Alfred was so sick. That's why I thought...

How awful! I am so sorry that I could not help.

It is not your fault. But...