Hungry hands reach up at the Army truck, grasping for the crumbs of bread being torn from towering loaves and distributed by soldiers. "There's plenty to go around, please!" the men yell, trying to calm the frantic masses. Col. Sink arrives, summoning Winters and Nixon and introducing them to a Dr. Kent, who has an important medical bulletin. "Stop giving them food right now," Kent insists. "They're starving. If you give them too much to eat too quick, they'll eat themselves to death." It's true -- they're not used to nutrients of any kind, so eating will give them diarrhea, among other ailments. "Keep them in camp until we can find a place for them in town," Kent urges. Nixon can't believe this. "You want us to lock these people back up?" he gapes. Sink sadly says that they have no other choice, and Kent chips in that it's a convenient centralized location in which doctors can monitor their food, drink and medicine intake. "It's a crying-ass shame, but let's get it done," Sink says. Strolling over to the phone, he dials General Taylor and informs him that they're in Landberg, on the other side of Buchloe. "We found something you ought to see, sir," he sighs.

Winters has relayed the orders to Liebgott, who can't believe what he's hearing. "I can't tell them that, sir," he panics. "You've got to, Joe," Winters replies. Why can't Webster do it? No one's respecting how crushing this must be for Liebgott as a Jewish man, and one who's tightly tied to his faith. Finally, Liebgott whispers, "Yes, sir." Slowly, he squeezes through the starving throng and scoots up onto the back of the truck. "Achtung! Bitte!" he calls out. Leaning against the back of the truck, addressing the collective face of ultimate suffering and a group of his spiritual brethren, Liebgott shakily tries to explain that they must stop eating, and remain in their prison until further notice. The men grow afraid, rubbing their heads and wailing, their liberation suddenly disappearing. Liebgott bites his lip and tries to continue, but his voice grows heavy with emotion. His face twitches and trembles, tears visibly welling despite his most fervent attempts at stoicism. Ducking his face away from the group, Liebgott's voice breaks, and he backs away to slump down in the back of the truck, gutted. Sniffling softly, Liebgott fights sobs until his body can't steel itself any longer. Rubbing his head and covering his face, Liebgott weeps. Brilliant performance -- subtle, totally lacking in histrionics, yet stunningly moving. I'm so glad he didn't die when I claimed he did, back in episode two, before I understood The Power of Liebgott.