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Yeah!

Let's be off, dear.

Hey, Ian! Are you surviving?

We should have a little bet. Ah!

Can I have some more champagne, please?

- We're not serving any more.
- Oh, come on. Please.

I'm awfully sorry.

Please. Please!

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

What you English
will never understand is--

is that it is a question of identity.

No, more than identity.

I'm talking about…

Hugh, wake up!

I'm talking about a country so--

I need to sleep.

Are you listening to me at all?

I'm listening.
I'm listening to every word.

You're not listening.

- What are you doing?
- Here is what I am gonna do.

I want to feel something real!

Here is something real!

Yes!

Bring it over! He's dying! He needs it!

- Behold the glassy waters of the Isis!
- Shut up, Paul!

- Love you, too, even you doubters!
- Oh, put a sock in it!

- Paul, come back!
- We make hay today!

You know, the dream is coming to an end,
and we have to celebrate that!

- We have to celebrate! Come on!
- Oh, thank God. Tell him to get out.

If he wishes to go for a midnight swim,
that's entirely his decision.

I don't want to go swimming.

I want to throw myself into the water
in despair at our mad generation.

Excellent. Go ahead.

Mm. Let me have it.

- Get crazy!
- Mmm.

Mmm. I…

Stop drinking.

Please.

Pl… please. Ugh.

Come on! There's three of us here.

Now you're just doing it because I'm here.

Look at this boy.

So English. So English!

- Leave him alone!
- Always this!

- What's wrong with being English?
- This is what I've learned at Oxford.

- We have another lesson.
- The great characteristic of the English…

…is distance.

Yes!

Not only from one another
but from feeling.

We are nothing but feeling.

There's a new age beginning.

In the New Germany.
You can look forward to that.

The New Germany.

- Yes.
- It's a bunch of thugs and racists.

Aaah!

- Germany is the proudest nation on earth.
- Really?

You'll see when you stay with us
in Munich. You'll see.

- Right.
- I'll protect you.

Give me a cigarette.

No. It's my last one.

- We'll have to share.
- I'll take it.

- You're good.
- You can do it.

Keep it in.

- Okay, okay.
- Is it hot?

It's our mad generation!

It's our mad generation.

- Beautiful.
- Yeah.

Gas masks!
Don't you want to come see?

- Just hold it steady.
- Gas masks!

- Gas masks! Come and get your masks now!
- Will you pull on that rope?

If you don't know how,
I'll get your mother to show ya!

- Excuse me.
- It's all right.

Right. Don't--
Just shut it, and get on with it!

Now pull on the left!

That's it, gentle, not too much!

- You need to hold her steady.
- Yeah!

Yes, that's good. Keep her steady.

That's better, lads. Now we're performing.

No, no, no, look. For God's sake,
she's stuck on the stonework!

- Careful!
- Just be gentle. Gentle.

- Come on!
- What are you doing, wrenching it about?

- I'm trying!
- Well, try--

This-- this side.

Watch out!

Look, at the end of the day--

Is that right?

Come on, guys.

What's round there?

They'll stop anything flying.

I know. I said I'd be on time.

There's no need
for the sackcloth and ashes.

I was late myself.

Thank you.

- What's this?
- It's Arthur's gas mask.

I've just been to collect it.

Didn't realise
they made them in children's sizes.

Well, it's new to all of us, isn't it?

Apparently, when the call comes,
I have to put his on first.

Tests motherly devotion, don't you think?

Can I have a drink? I'm parched.

- Half a bottle of Chablis.
- Certainly, sir.

- Half?
- Work.

- What's going on over there?
- I can't talk about it.

I don't think anyone's listening.

Hitler wants the Sudetenland.

He expected the Czechs to roll over,
but he's underestimated them.

- Yes, I--
- They won't give it up without a fight.

If there's no agreement tomorrow,
Germany will mobilise,

and France and Britain
will be obliged to defend Czechoslovakia.

As soon as that happens--

Thank you.

Remember eating lunch here
the day after the wedding?

Yes, Hugh.
I got poisoned by that dreadful fish.

Yes. Sorry. God!

- Sorry, I forgot.
- It's all right.

Still, it's one of the best spots
in London.

Mm. Yes.

I wish we could go upstairs,

take a room,
and stay in bed all afternoon.

Well, what's stopping us?

Arthur's with Nanny,
and, well, this place hardly seems full.

Why don't you go
and see if you can arrange it?

You know I can't.

- Do I?
- I'm due back at 2:30.

- Why would you ask me--
- You brought it up.

I'm trying to make an effort.
As requested.

I know.

Mr. Legat, Downing Street
is on the line for you.

Hell.

I have to take it.

Of course.

- I thought, perhaps, some privacy.
- Thank you.

This is Legat.

I'm afraid you'll have to come back,
old man. Cleverly's asking for you.

- Looks as though talking's over in Berlin.
- Sh…

Sir Horace Wilson's flying home.

I'm on my way.

As fast as you can. He'll kill us both.

Shit.

- 83 Lord North Street, please.
- What surname?

Lunch at the Imperial Grand
in the middle of an international crisis.

Might be the way things are done
in the Foreign Office--

I apologise, sir. It won't happen again.

No explanation?

It's my wedding anniversary.

Congratulations.

There are times when
one's family has to take a back seat.

Now is such a time.

- Has Syers filled you in?
- I gather talks have broken down.

All hell's about to break loose.
Hitler intends to mobilise tomorrow.

At six o'clock, the PM
will make a radio broadcast to the nation,

and I'd like you to deal with the BBC.

Has any-- Excuse me, sir.
Has anyone spoken to the Czechs?

What?

- I just thought that bringing the Czech--
- I'm sure the PM

doesn't require
suggestions from you, Legat.

Yes, sir.

I have to say,

this comes at the worst possible time
for us, Prime Minister.

Prime Minister, Sir Horace is here.

Well, it would seem
you have some work to do, gentlemen.

- Please don't let me stand in your way.
- Prime Minister.

Shall I show him in, sir?

Oh, certainly.

Horace?

Thank you, Osmund.

- Prime Minister.
- Aah.

I expect you're pleased to be back.

How was it? How did it go?

Ah, well, it started atrociously
and went downhill from there.

He won't wait a day longer
before invading.

I warned him this morning that
if the French fulfil their obligations,

then we'll have to go in with them.

What did he say to that?

- He smiled at me.
- God!

Even more disconcerting
than when he's shouting.

But the message was clear enough.

He's going to mobilise tomorrow.

Nice dress she's wearing.

For the parade.

Sir, have you chosen something yet?

- Coffee, black.
- Right away.

Hello.

How did it go?

- Anything for you, sir?
- No, thank you.

Today, he did nothing but yell at them.

The talks with the English
are over once and for all. He's fed up.

Eventually, Henderson just stayed silent.

Wilson got up and left.
Right to the airport and back to London.

And to prove that he means business,

this madman is now sending
a parade of tanks up Wilhemstraße.

- Straight to the British Embassy.
- So?

So, we'll mobilise tomorrow.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

Then we only have a few hours left.

Oster is talking to the generals
right now.

We'll meet tonight.

New place, Alt-Berlin. Ten o'clock.

I have to get back.

Damn, I really am scared shitless.

Can we feed the pigeons?

- Yes.
- Oh, they're hungry.

- What's your name?
- Margarete.

- Here.
- Come here.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

- Frau Limpert?
- Yes?

- I'll take care of it.
- All right.

- Can you tell Herr Plassman, please?
- I will.

- Here, let me.
- I can do it.

- Herr von Hartmann.
- I can do it.

There.

May I?

This is London.

In a moment,
you will hear the prime minister,

the Right Honourable Neville Chamberlain,

speaking from Number 10 Downing Street.

His speech will be heard
all over the Empire,

throughout the continent of America,

and in a large number
of foreign countries.

Mr. Chamberlain.

I want to say a few words to you,
men and women of Britain and the Empire.

How horrible and fantastic it is

that we should be digging trenches
and trying on gas masks here

because of a quarrel in a faraway country

between people of whom we know nothing.

Both Herr Hitler and the Czechs

have made their case
regarding the Sudetenland passionately.

Herr Hitler has told me privately,

and last night repeated publicly,

that when this question is settled,

it is the end
of Germany's territorial claims in Europe.

Damn fool.

Now, I ask you to await,

as calmly as you can,

the events of the next few days.

As long as war has not begun,

there is always hope
that it may be prevented.

And you know
that I am going to work for peace

to the last moment.

Good night.

- And you're off air, Prime Minister.
- Oh, good.

Well done, sir. No wobbles at all.

Uh, photograph.

There we are. As if I'm reading.

Very good. Thank you so much.

Well navigated, sir.

Thank you.

Do you know, I always think the trick is
to try to imagine I'm just speaking

to one person
sitting at home in an armchair.

Of course,
tonight, it was a little bit harder

because there was somebody else
lurking in the shadows.

Herr Hitler.

RADIO ADDRESS OF THE BRITISH
PRIME MINISTER NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN

You're taking it
to the Chancellery yourself?

Yes. I'm very curious
to see how Hitler will reply.

- What about after?
- After?

After.

- After, I have an appointment in Mitte.
- I see. An "appointment"?

Yes.

How mysterious.

Well, until next time, Herr von Hartmann.

Mrs. Winter.

- For goodness' sake!
- All right!

- That should have gone in first.
- Got everything in hand. Cecily?

Yes, that's got to go.

- Where should I sit?
- You off, then, Appleby?

- We are.
- I'll sit in the front.

- Good luck with it.
- Thank you.

- Be well.
- I'll sit in the front, then.

Come along, dear.

Christ!

Arthur?

I'm sorry, I-- I wasn't expecting…

Hello.

What was that?

- He made me jump.
- He's been waiting for you.

I'm glad you're home.

I have to grab my overnight bag
and get back. I don't have long.

You're staying over?

- Apparently, I'm needed.
- Well, you're needed here too.

What's happening?

Pack a week's worth of clothes,
and drive him to your parents' right away.

Can you tell me why?

I need to know you're somewhere safe.

- I won't go without you.
- Oh, Pamela. I'm afraid you have to.

- By tonight, it could be hard to get out.
- Tell them you have a son,

- and we need you tonight!
- I have no power--

- You can go tomorrow.
- Impossible. It's too important.

It's not more important than your family.

- That's very clear.
- Darling, I--

Get off me!

- You're being unreasonable.
- Right, I'm being unreasonable?

I'm always hysterical
in the face of your fucking calmness!

Do you not think there are things worth--

I mean, this is your marriage.
This is your family!

And I know I'm upset,
and I know how much you hate that,

but your silence is killing me!

We'll be packed and gone in an hour.

No one forced you to marry me, Hugh.

You act like it's a sentence from a judge.

- You chose this.
- I don't--

It is not my fault
that you are disappointed by your life.

- I can't talk about this now.
- Right, yes. Of course you can't.

- Get that stuff in there.
- We need two people for the couch.

- Pictures.
- I need to do this first.

Do you need a worker?

Do you need a worker?

HELLO! I AM LOOKING FOR WORK!

Do you need a worker?

Do you need a worker?

Paulie? No way. I can't believe it.

Franz Sauer.

- Little Paulie!
- How are you?

Still busy as a beaver.
How about you? Where are you headed?

To the British Embassy.

I'm delivering the official reply
to Chamberlain's radio broadcast.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

No kidding?

Who would've thought
that you'd be delivering messages

between world leaders?

- And I'd be protecting the Führer himself.
- You're with the bodyguard?

Führer Escort Command.

- One of 27.
- Congratulations.

- Paulie, one of just 27.
- Congratulations.

But everyone always knew
that you'd make it to the top one day.

- It baffles me every day that I have.
- Nonsense. We've always been winners.

- Not me.
- Always.

- Back on our soccer team?
- But no thanks to me.

That was you, Franz. Our opposition
peed their pants in fear of you.

Yeah, there was no getting past.
Certainly not past me.

Well, Paul, don't let me keep you.
Hurry along. Duty calls.

I'll see you around, Franz.

Not if I see you first,
Paulie von Hartmann!

Hey! Those aren't your potatoes!

Hugh! You're to take this
straight upstairs to the PM.

- What is it?
- Reply from Berlin.

Hurry!

Here. Thank you.

We'd be abandoning
the people of Czechoslovakia to the Nazis.

- We would not be abandoning them.
- Excuse me, sir.

- It's Hitler's reply to your broadcast.
- Ah, good. Good, good, good.

Well?

No.
He's not changing his mind.

You know, we might…

Uh, Legat, would you fetch my copy
of The Times from my office?

- Yes, sir.
- Oh, I've got one here.

- Right. Is it today's?
- Yes.

Oh, good. Now,
let's see what we've got here.

- Hitler's speech is page 17, sir.
- 17, very good.

There we are. Good. Now, there's…

Something has been niggling at me
since I read this.

"We never found
a single great power in Europe

with a man at its head
who has as much understanding

for the distress of our people

as my great friend Benito Mussolini."

- See what I mean?
- Yes.

I'm not sure I do.

If Herr Hitler
is not going to listen to me…

…maybe he'll listen to his great friend

Benito Mussolini.

Now, Legat, I want you to take this
to the cipher room

and have it telegraphed immediately
to Jimmy Drummond,

- our ambassador in Rome.
- Yes, Prime Minister.

Hadn't you better tell the foreign
secretary you're writing to the Italians?

Oh, damn the foreign secretary.

Oh, Legat, forget you heard that.

Scrub…

Look at them! Watch closely!

This is the place where the Jew belongs.

Keep scrubbing!

I said keep scrubbing!

Into the cracks, as well.
Keep scrubbing! I said keep scrubbing!

You missed a spot!

Look at him, this Jewish pig!

How his presence ruined the very ground!

♪ Your soft breath gives solace… ♪

The cracks as well.

Keep scrubbing! I said keep scrubbing!

♪ In your arms ♪

♪ For hours walking barefoot ♪

♪ Over the soft moss ♪

♪ You're silently dreaming ♪

♪ Of strange star signs ♪

♪ The golden locks ♪

♪ Kindled by the moon ♪

♪ I see the longing ♪

♪ But you can't stay… ♪

- Sorry.
- Thought you'd got lost.

What?

Very strange to meet you here,
Lieutenant Colonel.

- I've never seen you out of uniform.
- One second.

Andi, three schnapps.

Three schnapps, coming right up.

Go ahead.

Everyone was there,
all the top-ranking defence generals.

And they all confirmed again

that there is strong opposition
to a war with the Czechs.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

At two o'clock tomorrow,
when Hitler gives the order to invade,

the Wehrmacht will step in.

- And the three of us are the key.
- What exactly does that mean?

We go to the Chancellery.

We make sure
that all important entry points are clear.

Then we give the signal to step in,
and Hitler will be arrested.

You believe that the Wehrmacht
will take action against him?

War with the Czechs, that's…

That means war with Britain and France.

That's crazy!
It's the last thing the generals want.

Right, Hans.
But still, I don't trust the generals.

They're not opposed to him.

They're just opposed to war
because they're scared they'll lose it.

Is this really the only plan?

It's the only plan we have, Erich.

It all sounds
so incredibly fragile.

Have you ever wondered if we're wrong?

What if we're mistaken?

What if he's right,
and he's telling the truth

that he just wants to take back
the territories that belong to Germany?

- And he'll stop there?
- Then leave, Erich.

He's a small, vulgar man.
Hitler is like a thug.

He only knows his own personal truth.
He'll keep taking more and more.

- More people will get hurt.
- How do you know?

- He'll never stop!
- It's not the time to argue!

- Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day--
- Three schnapps.

Are you with us, Erich?

Let's assume
Hitler gets arrested tomorrow.

What happens then?

We shoot the bastard.

If he doesn't surrender.

Tomorrow at two o'clock, we will hear
that mobilisation is beginning.

That will be our cue.

Friends, history is watching us.

Sometime tomorrow night,

this whole nightmare will be over.

♪ I see the longing… ♪

♪ But you can't stay ♪

♪ Come dance through the blue night ♪

♪ With me one more time ♪

- What? You want to arrest him?
- That's the plan, yeah.

- You think that could work?
- Yes.

This Wehrmacht will turn against the boss?

Never. Mark my word.
I was married to a general.

- Your husband was a disloyal arsehole.
- Yes, to me, maybe, but never to Hitler.

When he mobilises tomorrow,
we will stop him.

- You want him to mobilise?
- Yes, damn it!

If he doesn't go to war,
you can't stop him.

But, Paul, that means you need this war.
That's totally perverse.

Of course that's perverse, Helen.
Without a crime, there can be no arrest.

What?

I'm considering if I should trust you.

- You've already trusted me.
- This is something different.

What is it?

FOREIGN OFFICE
POLITICAL DEPARTMENT

What's this?

I got it from the Foreign Office.
I took it today.

What's this?

This is his true plan for Europe.

PROTOCOL OF THE MEETING IN THE CHANCELLERY
ON NOVEMBER 5, 1937

They'll arrest you for this.

I'm aware.

- This is appalling.
- What are you going to do with it?

What are you going to do with it?

Come in.

Letting you know I'll be upstairs, sir.
If you need me.

Righto. Oh, you're on tonight, are you?

Yes, sir. I'm here till the morning.

Oh, good. Any reply from Rome?

Not yet, sir.

But, you know, it wasn't built in a day.

Hah!

Far as I can see,
they haven't finished it yet.

Are you an Oxford man?

Yes, Prime Minister.

Aah. Come on in. Close the door a minute.

Terribly draughty, this place.

- What did you read at Oxford?
- German.

Did they teach you
to write English as well?

Well, they did their best.

I was more of a talker than a writer,
though, sir. Debating was my thing.

- Debating?
- Yes, sir.

Well, you've come to the right place.

It's all anybody seems to do here
is to debate.

Listen, I've got something
I'm going to ask you to do.

It's a little bit impertinent, but this is
my speech for tomorrow to the House.

But I-- I feel somehow it doesn't flow,

and maybe-- maybe an Oxford man,

who… who debates and… and reads German,

might be able to improve it a little.

- Would you mind?
- Of course, Prime Minister.

Thank you so much.

- Very good. Good night.
- Good night, sir.

- I'm sorry…
- How are you?

- Ah, this looks promising.
- George--

- Make sure you got your camera.
- Ready?

All right? Okay.

- Yes, sir.
- Just keep an eye on them.

Nothing from Rome, Prime Minister.

Still early.
Just have to be patient and wait.

Do you know,

I'd gladly stand against that wall
and be shot if it prevented war.

Come here.

I wish you wouldn't say things like that.

At least not before lunch.

Right.

Of course, you were too young
to serve in the Great War, Legat.

And I was too old.

Somehow, that made things worse.

It is absolute agony to…

see such suffering and…

feel so powerless.

Oh. Right.

Now every time I…

pass a war memorial or…

visit one of those
vast cemeteries in France,

where so many of my friends lie buried,

I vow that if I find myself
in the position

where I could prevent
such a catastrophe from happening again,

I shall do anything…

sacrifice anything…

to maintain the peace.

This is sacred to me.

I understand.

Ah, it's not that
we're militarily unprepared for war.

That can be remedied, is being remedied.

It's-- it is rather that I… I fear for
the spiritual wellbeing of our people

if they don't see their leaders
doing everything, absolutely everything,

to prevent another conflict.

'Cause of one thing, I'm certain.

If it comes,

the next war
will be infinitely worse than the last.

And they will need even greater fortitude
to survive it.

- Neville.
- No.

Oh, it's all right. It's all right.

Come on. Let's go in.

This is Joan, Mr. Legat.
She's our fastest.

Joan, stop what you're doing now.

Mr. Legat needs you
to type up the PM's speech for the House.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Thank you for doing this so quickly.
- You're most welcome.

If you could make four copies, please.

These notes in red, these amendments,
if you can put them in where they are.

Absolutely, thank you.

Uh, could you, um… stand
a little further away, please?

Right, sorry.

Sorry, Miss, um…

Joan will be sufficient.

And if you want to know where I'm from…

- I--
- …the answer is Nottingham.

Yes.

Yes?

- Sorry for my delay, sir.
- Ah! Legat, good, good.

Now, we can't risk
losing the connection to Berlin.

Syers has the line to Rome,
so I want you to sit here…

Bring that chair over.

…and keep the line open
and listen out for news.

- Do you think you can manage that?
- Of course, sir.

What exactly am I listening for?

To see whether Mussolini's intervened.

The PM needs to know
before he addresses the House.

Things are getting tight.

Yes. That is painfully obvious.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

What…

- I'm afraid we do need to leave now, sir.
- Yes.

- You address the House in ten minutes.
- Yes, I know.

- Nothing?
- Nothing, sir.

- The line's open?
- The line's open. No reply.

- Sir.
- Yes.

Yes, all right!

If news comes
once the PM is speaking, Legat,

- bring it to the chamber immediately.
- Yes, sir.

- Is Anne here?
- She's gone on ahead.

She'll be in the gallery, as will I.

- Your hat, sir.
- Thank you so much.

- God bless you, Mr. Chamberlain!
- Mr. Chamberlain!

Good luck, sir.

We're all behind you. God bless you.

- Hello?
- This is the ambassador.

Mr. Henderson, this is Hugh Legat,
the prime minister's private secretary.

I just returned from Herr Hitler.
Where's the PM?

For His Majesty's
Government,

there were three alternative courses

that might have been adopted.

Either we could have threatened
to go to war with Germany

if it attacked Czechoslovakia,

or we could have stood aside
and allowed matters to take their course.

Or finally, we could attempt

a peaceful settlement by way of mediation.

Hear, hear.

I know very well
that I have opened myself to criticism

- on the grounds that I was detracting…
- It's a message from Berlin.

…from the dignity
of a British prime minister,

and to disappointment

and perhaps even resentment…

…if I failed to deliver

a satisfactory agreement.

I am…

able to report to the House

that I have just received news from Berlin

that Herr Hitler

has postponed mobilisation.

Guten Tag.

Furthermore,

- he has invited me…
- Very well done, Prime Minister!

…along with Signor Mussolini

and the prime minister of France,
Monsieur Daladier,

to meet him in Munich tomorrow…

…to resolve the Sudetenland issue.

Gentlemen.

Is it starting?

Mussolini talked Hitler into a conference
with Chamberlain and Daladier.

Tomorrow in Munich.

They're going to sacrifice the Sudetenland
to prevent war.

- Damn it!
- They're doing exactly what he wants.

- Will the Wehrmacht move against him?
- We can forget about that.

- Not a chance.
- So this is it?

- God damn it!
- Honestly, please.

Pardon me.

What do the gentlemen plan on doing?

It's as good as decided.
A conference like this is a formality.

You need to find a way
to meet Chamberlain.

You have to prevent this agreement
from being made.

Thank God you can still laugh.

Show him the proof.

- What proof?
- That Hitler is bent on a war of conquest.

I am in possession of a document.

What kind of document?

Trust me, please.

- Paul.
- Can I just…

Just a moment…

Hugh Legat
is one of Chamberlain's secretaries.

Can you arrange for him to come to Munich?
That he's part of the English delegation?

Possibly, yes.

- Will he be expecting--
- No.

But he will help us.

All right.

Right, I'll do what I can.

Gentlemen.

And can you get Paul into the conference?

I'll try and add you as an interpreter.

I have to get back.

What's happening here?

Do you think
you can smuggle illegal documents

into an international conference

and have a secret meeting
with the British prime minister,

right under the Führer's nose?

Yes.

Oh, Paul?

Then you should have this with you.

Ever used one?

As children, we used to shoot rabbits.

This is different.

The principle's the same, right?

Thanks.

Sir Alexander?
I got a message you wanted to see me.

Ah, Legat. Yes.

Close the door.

What's this about, sir?

This is Colonel Menzies
from MI6.

- Colonel?
- Good evening.

I believe the name Paul von Hartmann
is known to you?

Legat?

Yes.

Yes, sir. We were at Oxford together.

When did you last see him?

Uh, the summer of '32.
I visited him in Munich.

All roads lead to Munich.

- Any contact since?
- No.

- Why not?
- We had a disagreement.

- What about?
- Politics.

And you haven't communicated since?

No, sir.

We're sorry about the questions, Legat,

but we need to understand
what sort of relationship you have,

or had, with this particular German.

It seems your friend is part of
the secret opposition to Hitler.

His position inside the Foreign Ministry
gives him access to classified material.

Material he's willing to share with us.

Or, more specifically, with you.

How do you feel about that?

Surprised.

But…

are you willing to take matters further?

I don't understand.

He has a document in his possession,

and we'd very much like to know
what it is.

We'd like you to go to Munich tomorrow,

meet with von Hartmann,
and get the document.

I beg your pardon?

It's not without risk.

Technically, it'll be
an act of espionage on foreign soil.

This kind of thing, sir, I--

- I'm not really--
- No one is at first, but you'll do fine.

Duty calls, Legat.

- I'm not sure how Cleverly will feel--
- Leave Cleverly to us.

Absolutely. We know Oscar.

And the PM doesn't need to know.

Well.

Good luck, Legat.

The German Reich!
Vote for the German Reich!

Which government is in the right?
The answer is…

Cast your pivotal vote!

I was recommended
a bar called "Hubers."

- Yeah, we know it.
- Yeah, we know it.

- What?
- We know Hubers.

- Great!
- Not great.

Yes, great. Ah!

The beer's cheap,
and apparently, they have live music.

Believe me, the music there is awful.

Awful music is my favourite kind of music.

- Mine too. Paul.
- Yeah. See?

It's his vacation.
He's the guest.

Hugh gets to choose.

FOR LIST 2, VOTE NSDAP

- Hubers.
- Hubers.

Thirsty!

You can go there.
There is one. He took coffee there.

It's on my little list,
which you all made fun of.

I don't want to go to this-- this rally.

Yeah, but I want to go to the rally.

- You're not going there.
- Pardon?

- You're too drunk, Lena.
- I see. I'm too drunk.

- I'm going.
- Well, I won't come. Not with you two.

Okay, then don't.

Hugh will come.

Do I have to go?

You have to actually see the man.

If he's so ridiculous,
why not just ignore him?

Ignore him?
We cannot ignore him. He's dangerous!

- No, but this is fuelling the fire, Lena.
- He's--

- This is what he wants. Attention.
- He's talking about things that matter!

- Oh, come on, Paul.
- There's a reason people attend rallies.

- Paul, he's a bigot and a pervert.
- Exactly.

The people of a whole country
forgot about what makes them as a nation,

and now that there is someone to lead them

and to remind them
of their nation's greatness--

I don't understand
how anyone can vote for this man.

Voting for Hitler
is not voting against Jews.

- Not against Jews?
- It's voting-- No!

- It's voting for the future.
- The future?

- For the future?
- Yes! Yes!

- What future?
- I'll show you!

You lot, hey!
Can I ask you something?

- What?
- What do you want?

- Who are you going to vote for?
- Why?

What do you think of Hitler?

Hitler makes us proud to be German again!

- Thank you! Thank you very much.
- Who are you lot going to vote for?

- Hitler!
- Thank you.

See? The future.

Yes!

Now, Paul, you have
to be careful, because people are scared.

Yes, scared of change.

Paul,
people are leaving the country.

Families are getting on boats to America.

If that's what they decide,
they are free to do so.

- They don't just decide like that!
- Bullshit!

People don't want to live here any more.

They are scared to live in this country.
That's not just bullshit!

The Germany you're
speaking of is being built

upon the suffering of other people.

You're one to talk
about exploiting others,

- Englishman.
- Oh, all right.

I take it. I'm a hypocrite.
But I know fanaticism when I see it.

Fa-na-ti-cal.

You think I'm a fanatic?

I think he's a fanatic,

- and you are defending him.
- You sound like him.

Fuck you!

- Hey!
- What? You want to say something to me?

- I don't like you speaking like that.
- I don't like you talking as if you knew

- what any of this feels like!
- I don't think you understand

- this feeling you're--
- No, no, no.

You don't understand anything
about me or about Germany!

You never for a second

ever forget your triumph!

- Be quiet!
- Exactly!

You're talking down to me like a child.
I'm supposed to be grateful for that?

I'm sick of being grateful!
And I'm sick of you too.

Pau--

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

I don't-- I don't understand this.

We always used to enjoy
provoking each other. It--

It was fun, but this is-- this is
different. I've not seen him like that.

Me neither.

I mean…

Shall we…

see some bigots and perverts?

Yes.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

- Well?
- Here are your papers.

They barely got you on the list.

Ready?

Are you coming?

Someone needs to make sure
you don't do anything stupid.

Go, hurry. See you in Munich.

EMIGRATE! GO TO JERUSALEM!

This is your compartment.

Thank you.

- Cramped but cosy, huh?
- Yeah!

Helmut, no visits from women.

Of course, you know me.

This is me.

- There's someone in there already. Hello?
- Yes.

Paulie?

Hello, Franz.

What are you doing here?

It seems they need my help…

- I see.
- …with interpreting.

- No one told me.
- Yes, it was a last-minute decision.

- Is this your bunk?
- Yes.

Then we're roommates.

Yeah.

Like in the old days.

- Like in the old days!
- Yeah, excellent!

- Excellent, right?
- Excellent.

Great.

- Okay, may I? One second.
- Yeah.

- See you in a bit, I…
- See you.

Thank you, Legat.

Prime Minister,
don't let us go to war again.

- Good luck, sir.
- Nice of you. I'll make sure we don't.

- Sir, you can really do this.
- Good morning.

- We should board, Prime Minister.
- Thank you very much.

Mr. Chamberlain!

- Give us a statement!
- Prime Minister?

Sir?

- He'll give us--
- Yes.

- Good luck, sir.
- Yes, indeed.

Prime Minister, please.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. That's enough.

- I'm going to say a word.
- We should board now, sir.

When I was a boy,

I used to repeat,

"If at first you don't succeed,

try, try, try again."

And that's what I'm doing now.

Good luck, Mr. Chamberlain!

Safe journey, sir!

Protect us, sir!

- You caught me.
- Can I assist you?

I know it looks bad,
but it's nothing personal.

We all have our orders.

I'm relieved to be able to tell you
that everything is in order.

You can put it back now.

Thank you so much.

Come on, Paulie. Are you cross now?

Do I hear you being cross now?
Is Paulie cross?

Cross little Paulie!

Paulie, come on!

Defend yourself!

Come on, defend yourself!

- Von Hartmann?
- I am.

Dr. Schmidt. Head of translation.
Do you have a moment?

- Of course.
- I'm very pleased to meet you.

I'm relieved
I don't have to do all of it by myself.

When we arrive in Munich,
I will handle the Führer, the Duce,

the Prime Minister,
and the Président du Conseil.

And you can deal with the smaller stuff.

What other languages do you speak?

French, Italian, and
a little, really just a little bit of Ru…

The Russians aren't invited,
and neither are the Czechs.

Don't worry.
I'll brief you on the details later.

Right now, the Führer is waiting
for his foreign press summary.

Can you take care of that?

- Right now?
- Yes, right now.

What do I have to do?

Look him in the eye.

Don't speak
unless you're spoken to directly.

And don't smell of smoke.

If you stink of smoke,
he'll throw you out.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

Von Hartmann,
press summary for the Führer.

Who wrote this?

That's the editorial
in the London Times, my Führer.

Have you spent time in England?

I was at Oxford for two years.

I can hear that.

Von Hartmann.

You're ambitious. Good.

You're intelligent. Good.

Maybe you think
you're more intelligent than me?

- I--
- I can read people.

The way professors at those universities
read books.

Oxford.

I see who you are.

Do you see me?

Yes, my Führer.

You know the English.
What are they thinking?

They underestimate you.

Correct.

The maps, my Führer.

The new course for the border.

We have 40 divisions
to destroy the Czechs with.

We could have it done within a week.

Yes, my Führer.

The train is heading
in the wrong direction.

Why these detours?

Good, thank you.

PEACE IN EUROPE

WELCOME CHAMBERLAIN

- How was your flight?
- Oh! It was very uncomfortable.

I have a very sore back.

- Look at this.
- Would you care for something to drink?

Ah… Yes.
A little, ah… whisky and water.

Whisky mit Wasser.

Welcome.

- A great pleasure.
- Our friend Hermann Göring.

Hello.

Welcome. Pardon me.

Good morning.

- Welcome.
- Hello.

Attention!

We'll talk upstairs. Tell him that.

Just the four of us.
You and one advisor each.

Yes, my Führer.

Thank you.

…saw him carry himself
with confidence.

- Indeed.
- I'll go give him the rest.

I require a watch. Lend me yours, please.

He apparently thinks he won't get it back.
He thinks the Führer is a watch thief.

He thinks he's one of the clever ones.

Well, let's get it over with.

Very well, sir.

Rather too strong, this.
I need to-- Ah.

Excuse me, Your Excellencies.

Prime Minister,
Monsieur le Président du Conseil.

The Führer invites you
to join him in the library…

- Very good. Come along.
- …in order to begin the talks.

He suggests leaders and one advisor only.

Well. Sorry, Henderson.
Horace, looks it better be you.

Well,
please excuse me a moment.

It was a mistake not to insist
on the Czechs being in the negotiations.

They're carving up the damn country,
and there's no one--

Please try to stop fidgeting, Mr. Legat.
You'll wear that chair down to a splinter.

- Hello.
- Yes, this is Cleverly.

- Sir, it's Legat.
- Yes. Where's the PM?

Everyone's been at the conference
for about an hour now, sir.

Good, good, good.

Sir Horace asked me to stay here,
but I feel I'd be more--

Make sure this line remains open.

With respect, I feel I'd be more useful
to the PM if I was at the conference.

Just do your job, Legat.

But having come all of this way--

Absolutely not!

You stay exactly where you are.

Hello? Sir?

Sir?

Hello?

If London calls again,

I can always tell them you're busy
with the hotel manager.

They'll believe that, I'm sure.

Go.

- Oh, sorry!
- Watch it!

Your ID, please.

Monsieur.

Bien sûr.

Excuse me. Sir Neville?

- Yes.
- I'm Hugh Legat.

Ah, Legat. Yes, of course.
What are you doing here?

I had a couple of queries from London.

Is Sir Horace in?

No. No, he's with the PM
and the other leaders.

Is there anything you can tell me?

Nothing pressing.

Hartmann, have you noticed
how often Göring changed outfits today?

This is the third uniform
I've seen him wear today.

But don't let that--
Oh, there's Schmidt. He needs you.

The Führer wishes
for the ambassadors to join now.

Fetch François-Poncet and Henderson.
Quickly, please.

- How's it going?
- Haven't a clue.

Mr. Ambassador.

- Would you like some tea?
- Thank you.

Tea, if you'd be so kind.

Right away.

Your Excellency,
would you be so good

as to join the leaders in the library?

At last.

I… Follow me
without anyone seeing.

Where the hell are you going?

Hello.

- Do you happen to have the time?
- No. I'm sorry.

Thanks anyway.

Damn it.

- Were you followed?
- I don't know.

I'm not used to this sort of thing.

Welcome to the New Germany, Hugh.

Are we safe?

As safe as anywhere.

It's fine. I'll order beers.
We'll drink them.

We'll listen to the music
and speak entirely in German.

Excuse me.
Some beer? Two pale lagers.

You're married?

Yes.

Happily?

So-so.

What about you?

No.

You're turning grey.

And you still don't need to shave.

Where's Lena?

We don't speak any more.

My pleasure. Cheers.

Hugh, we both, you and I,

are the last hope of stopping Hitler.

Wh--

They're going to make a deal.
Tomorrow or the day after.

I know. That's the problem.

Why?

Make your deal,
and Hitler becomes even more powerful.

We're preventing a war.

No, you're not. You're not!

I know it's awful for the Czechs
to lose these territories,

but if you invade tomorrow,

tens of thousands
of innocent people will die.

Yes. And if we don't invade tomorrow,
then soon maybe millions will die.

Millions.

You have no idea who he is.

If you did, none of you would be here.

What do you want from me?

A meeting with Chamberlain.

Tonight.

Help me. Hugh. You're his secretary.
Secretaries arrange meetings.

- But not secret meetings with you.
- There has to be a way.

It's impossible.
And what do you want to tell him?

What do you want to tell him?

That Hitler
is a terrible man?

Trust me, he knows.

I can prove it.

Is that amusing to you?

I'd forgotten what you're like.

- You don't want to help me.
- I can't. I can't.

I can't! Not with a private meeting.

Bu--

But if you have information
we should know about,

I can try to arrange
for the prime minister to see it.

Before he signs anything?

I can try.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir.

If you're done with the Stürmer,
could I have it?

- Of course.
- Yeah? And could I keep it as well?

- Of course.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.
- Thank you very much.

JEW CENTRAL PRAGUE

Don't look at it.
Just put it under your arm, God damn it.

- Right. Sorry.
- You make a terrible spy, Hugh.

- Sorry.
- You should be at home with your wife.

It's actually a relief to be away.

Let me guess. She finds you distant.

She says you don't let her in.

That's right.

Do something about that.

And finish your beer.

Will I see you again?

You know,

if you ever needed to get out,
you'd be well looked after in London.

I'll never abandon Germany. Never.

Top secret.

Berlin, 10th November 1937.

The Führer began by explaining
that the question is one of space.

The German race comprises over 85 million,

and this constitutes a more tightly-packed
racial community than any other country.

The only remedy lies
in the acquisition of living space.

And this will only be solved
by means of force.

How's your afternoon,
Herr von Hartmann?

Arduous, Frau Winter. And yours?

Well, I'm hanging in there.

- Did you meet with your English friend?
- I did.

- And?
- And we'll see.

Did something happen?

Yes, you could say that.

We have an agreement.

An agreement for the immediate handover
of the Sudetenland…

Congratulations, Schmidt.
Excellent work.

Thank you.

…to the German Empire.

We'll get everything we wanted.

I thought it would take
at least another day.

Yes, it would have
if Chamberlain had had his way.

He wanted to wear down the Führer
with the smallest details.

- The man is a bean counter.
- Have they signed already?

What? The treaties are being drawn up
right now. They'll sign after dinner.

And straighten your tie.

The two of us have been invited
to the dining room with the Führer.

- Oh, God.
- What, "Oh, God"? Von Hartmann.

Herr von Hartmann, that's a great honour.

- Yes.
- Quite right, Fräulein…

- Frau Winter.
- Frau Winter.

Anyway, the English and the French
aren't staying for dinner.

They've lost their appetite.

- So we were asked to fill the ranks.
- Dr. Schmidt!

Well, looks like I'm needed again.

- A narrow escape.
- Thank you.

The Führer is vegetarian.
Insists on meat not being served anywhere.

- Does he?
- Yes.

When I was at lunch at the Chancellery
with all the high command,

they served Sellerieschnitzel.

- Musso will have enjoyed that.
- Yes, wouldn't he just?

And afterward, I'm telling you,
I went to a butcher's shop nearby.

- Ordered two huge sausages.
- Could be Wurst.

Yes. And I was just leaving
the butcher's shop,

when who should be coming in
but Hermann Göring,

with a hungry look on his face?

- He was as famished as I was.
- Sir, I--

Yes, not now, Legat.

Don't drink too much,
von Hartmann. Just wet your lips.

We still have a lot of work ahead of us.

Tomorrow, the world will watch Munich
and our translations.

Of course.

We can't afford any mistakes.

…he has some skill.
He's not a bad negotiator.

Prime Minister,
tomorrow morning,

millions of mothers will be blessing you

for having saved their sons
from the horror of war.

- Prime Minister.
- Too kind.

- Can I have a word?
- Not now.

- It's rather urgent.
- Legat!

You really should go and rest
before the signing, Neville.

I think I will take forty winks.

- I sent a sandwich up to your room.
- Thanks so much, Horace.

Legat. Will you just
give the man a moment to breathe?

- Yes.
- He's very tired.

He's been up for 15 hours or more.

Yes, sir. Sorry.

Join us for supper.

All right.

- Excuse me.
- Von Hartmann?

Where are you going?

Excuse me, my Führer. I'm needed
for the translation of the agreement.

Come here.

I never forget a personal obligation.

For Germany,

I am prepared to be dishonest
a thousand times over.

For myself, never.

I'm no watch thief.

Thank you, my Führer.

To the good health
of our dear Italian friends.

And to the Führer.

To the Führer.

One of the Italian delegates

was saying how good the kitchen is.

- Yes, indeed, yes.
- What do you recommend?

- I recommend the Hachsen.
- What is that?

It's a pork knuckle.
Very crispy.

- Sir Horace!
- Yes?

Would you mind
if I joined you in a moment?

Yes, of course.

- Have you read it?
- It's classified.

- If they find…
- Have you spoken to Chamberlain?

- Have you spoken to Chamberlain?
- Keep your voice down!

- Thre's no linen. No linen.
- Not yet.

You know they're about to sign?

It isn't an easy thing to raise with him.

- Then I'll do it.
- Oh, for God's sake! Don't be stupid.

This is the last moment.
Do you understand?

I won't have it on my conscience
that I did nothing!

- I feel the same. As soon as I can--
- No, no.

- I'll talk to him.
- Not soon, now!

- Let's do it together.
- No!

- Why not? We are on the edge.
- Do you have any idea--

We are right on the edge.

Paul.

- I'm sorry.
- What's happened to you?

We have to try, Hugh.

Please, we have to try.

This'll be the end of my career.

Where's the document?

In my room.

Come on.

Is there another hotel nearby?

Downtown. I will call it. I will call.

Thank you, that would be great.

In the meantime, if we can get some linen
so we can have a shower,

that would be amazing.

Listen.

He's old, and he's exhausted.

I'll give him the document,
and if he agrees to see you,

for God's sake,
don't give him a moral lecture.

- Just the facts.
- All right.

Wait here.

Oh, sorry, Prime Minister.

No, no, no, no. Come on in, Legat.
Just having my blood pressure checked.

Fortunately, it looks
as if I'll live another day.

- Good night.
- Good night, Joseph. Thank you.

So what is it that can't wait? Hm?

We've come into possession
of a significant document.

And who is "we"?

I have come into possession of a document.

What is it?

The minutes of a meeting that Hitler held
with his senior commanders last November.

A meeting in which he explicitly
commits himself to a war of conquest.

Obviously, it's all in German,

but I believe it to be legitimate
and truthful.

And how did this document come to us?

A friend gave it to me
in strict confidence.

- Friend?
- A German diplomat.

Why does he wish us to have it?

I think he should explain that himself.
He's waiting outside.

- Does Sir Horace know about this?
- No, sir.

Nobody knows.

You're exceeding your authority,
young man.

I can't possibly meet
with a German diplomat.

I understand,
but he is risking his life to see you.

No…

This is… most improper.

I'm aware, sir.

Right.

Three minutes. Not a moment longer.

You've got three minutes.

This is Paul von Hartmann
of the German Foreign Ministry.

- How do you do?
- Thank you for seeing me.

I'm not sure it's very wise.
For either of us.

Take a seat. Close the door, Legat.

You better come and join us, Legat.
Come on.

So, get on with it.

That document is proof
that Hitler is lying

when he claims to have
no further territorial demands.

On the contrary,
he wants to expand the country,

and he will keep on expanding.

Therefore, I beg you
not to sign the agreement tonight.

What?

Prime Minister.

Adolf Hitler is a monster.

He is a madman.

You cannot give him what he wants.
He'll take more and more land.

More and more people will suffer.

That is the proof.

I applaud your courage, young man.

But I have to give you
a lesson in political reality.

The people of Great Britain will never
take up arms over a local border dispute.

- It's so much more than a local border--
- As for what Hitler may do

or may not do in the future,
well, we shall have to wait and see.

- Wait and see is not--
- My sole objective here

is to avert war in the immediate term,

so I can begin to build a lasting peace.

- There will be no lasting peace.
- But I have to try!

Look, the worst thing I could do
is to walk away from this conference.

If you do, there are people waiting,
high up in the military,

a resistance, to bring him down.

- Well, why haven't they done so already?
- They will if--

I can't rely on some resistance

you may believe exists in the German army.

I mean…

Well, I…

think you should…

take this back to wherever it came from.

No.

Keep it. Study it.

That is the political reality.

Now you're being impertinent.

And you are shaking hands with a man
who hates everything you stand for!

He is lying to you.
He will go further and further.

He will not stop, sir. He will never sto--

Thank you for your time.

Please don't sign the agreement.

Get rid of this.

I have to say, Legat,

I'm extremely disappointed in you.

Oui, bien sûr.

Mr. President
of the Council.

- Yes?
- Thank you for your cooperation.

I think we have come
to a very good agreement.

Merci beaucoup. Monsieur.

- Prime Minister.
- Ah. Nice to see you.

Oh, Monsieur Daladier.
Did you get some dinner?

There they are.

…the Czechs aren't here,
given the circumstances.

Um… Oh, there's Monsieur Daladier.
I want to--

Mr. Daladier,
how was your dinner?

- Sorry, we we both speaking.
- Um, um… un sandwich?

- Oh, c'est nécessaire.
- Monsieur.

- À tout à l'heure.
- It is very exciting…

On va trouver quelque chose? Du vin?

Du vin? Une bonne idée!

Psst, psst!

Are you looking for someone?

Yes, thank you.
About the arrangements for the press?

Who's responsible for that?

Enjoy the rest of your stay
in Munich, Mr. Legat.

Oh bloody hell.

What did you want from him?

Can a British photographer
be at the signing?

No chance.

Only the Führer's personal photographer
has permission to take pictures.

I'm sorry
if I embarrassed you tonight.

I'm the one who should apologise.

What have you done with the document?

I will take it to London,
find a more responsive audience.

It won't be a waste.

- Gentlemen!
- We should stop talking.

Unser wunderbarer Führer

ist außerordentlich erfreut,

Sie für diese festliche Unterzeichnung

wieder in der Bibliothek
begrüßen zu dürfen.

The Führer is pleased

to invite you back to the library
for the signing ceremony.

- Prime Minister.
- Good.

Duce, Monsieur Président du Conseil,
Excellencies, gentlemen.

Please, this way.

Who's there?

Open the door.

I want to show you something.

Now?

It's the only time we have.

Give me two minutes.

You can talk to her.

She won't respond, but maybe she can hear.

Lena?

It's me, Hugh.

What happened?

We split up.

After your trip to Munich.

How did she end up here?

She was arrested at a protest in '35

and sent to Moringen, the women's camp.

When they discovered she was Jewish…

they were rough.

They said she fell out of a window.

I'm sure she did.

But not before
they carved a Star of David onto her back.

I knew he was racist.

All the awful Jewish stuff,
I thought it could be put to one side.

How?

But you can't put it aside.

If they are capable of that,
they are capable of anything.

Lena knew that.

Yes, she did.

May I?

Shall we share?

What will you do?

Carry on.

In a few hours, I have to present
a press summary to Hitler.

I'm told he's taken a shine to me.

Maybe it's a chance
to really do something.

What do you…

- How?
- It would solve everything.

They'd kill you
for even thinking about it.

I have a pistol.

I might get a moment alone with him.

Stop it!

Don't be stupid.

I'll take the document to London.
It will make a difference.

Probably more talking, yes.

- Yes, more talking.
- I have to fight.

You don't have to fight!

We don't choose the times we live in.

The only choice we have is how we respond.

- You don't have to fight, Paul! We don't.
- I have to fight.

- We need to talk! We need to--
- I… have to fight!

- No, you don't! No!
- No! It's my responsibility! Understand?

- Your responsibility?
- Or I may as well blow my brains out.

There are other ways of doing things!
Talk, discussion--

- There's no other things, no.
- There's always hope!

Hoping is waiting
for someone else to do it.

We'd all be much better off without it.

I'd miss you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

REGINA PALACE HOTEL

- Hello.
- Hello.

Bit early for a walk.

Yes.

I-- I couldn't sleep.
I had to clear my head.

Are you all right?

- Why are you standing out here?
- I'm looking for you.

The PM's awake, and he wants to see you.

- I heard you were looking for me, sir.
- Ah! Legat. Good morning.

Don't suppose
you brought that copy of The Times with…

with Hitler's speech in it, did you?

Yes, sir. I put it in your box, sir.

Oh, good man. Can you find it for me?

Had a word with him last night.

Asked if I might see him again
this morning before we fly back.

- Asked who, sir?
- Herr Hitler.

Did-- did he agree?

Couldn't really refuse.

Must say, that was a remarkably rude young
man you brought to see me last night.

- I really am sorry about that, sir.
- Ah, thank you.

- Have you told anyone about it?
- No.

Good. Neither have I.

His arguments were naive,

but… they were not ineffective.

Now, here we are.

Listen, I'd like you
to take this to Wilson.

Ask him to turn it
into a short statement of intent.

Just from there to there.

Sir, I don't follow.

Well, on Monday night,
Hitler publicly declared his desire

for a permanent peace
between Germany and Great Britain.

- Yes.
- Well, I'd like his undertaking redrafted.

- In the form of a joint statement.
- A joint statement?

To which both he and I
can put our names this morning.

Oh, get on with it. Go on. Get it done.

And get yourself a coffee.
You're half awake.

"We regard the agreement signed last night

as symbolic of the desire
of our two peoples

never to go to war
with one another again."

I hope the PM realises
this has no legal force whatsoever.

- The man's not a fool.
- What the hell's he playing at?

I've no idea.
First I heard of it was half an hour ago.

- Do you have it?
- Yes.

- Good.
- It may be a little long.

- What if he refuses to sign it?
- Why should he?

These are all statements
he's made already.

It doesn't mean
he's going to stick with them.

It's symbolic, Horace.

Last night's agreement
only settles a tiny dispute.

There will be others.

And I want him
to publicly commit himself to peace.

Oh, Legat, make sure
there's a car available at 11:00.

To the Führerbau?

No. Ah, you've put my name before his.
It should be the other way around.

Otherwise, good.

Yes, I wanted to have
a private meeting with him.

Man to man, no officials.

- He invited me to his apartment.
- What?

- No officials?
- Not even you, Horace.

Oh, for God's sake. You can't go
and see Hitler entirely on your own.

Can and will.

Gentlemen, we must rise
to the level of events.

What? Hey!

What are you doing here?

I mean, what the hell
are you doing here in Munich?

What are you doing here in Munich?
What's going on here?

What is going on here? Talk to me!

I don't know--

Now, let's talk. Come on. Talk to me!

I would suggest you go back
where you came from.

Legat.

Paul.

It was a specific point.

A bit of an embarrassment.
Well, why was there…

With respect to-- There just is.
I can't explain it any more.

- Prime Minister?
- Yes?

- I should accompany you to the meeting.
- No.

I thought I had made this perfectly clear.
No officials.

Not as an official, sir. As a translator.

No, I want him to feel
this is a personal meeting.

You need someone there to make sure
your words are accurately reported.

- I--
- Remember what happened at Berchtesgaden

- when he refused to give us a copy…
- No, that--

You can't trust Schmidt to have your back.

I think a translator could be useful.

- I'm the only one who speaks German.
- All right, all right, all right!

You can come, but be discreet.

Keep out of his eyeline. And mine.

Mr. Chamberlain!

- Mr. Chamberlain!
- Mr. Chamberlain!

Good morning, Prime Minister.

- This way, sir.
- Morning.

- Your wardrobe.
- They have the document.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- Very well.

I'm pleased to hear that, sir.

We, the German Führer
and British Prime Minister,

are agreed in respect of the future
of Anglo-German relations.

We regard the agreement signed last night

as symbolic of the desire
of our two peoples

never to go to war with one another again.

We are determined to continue
to remove possible sources of difference

and to contribute to the peace of Europe.

Herr Premierminister?

Ich möchte Ihnen ganz ausdrücklich danken.

Prime Minister,
I would like to thank you explicitly.

Dr. Schmidt wird Sie zurück
ins Hotel begleiten.

I will accompany you back to your hotel.

Thank you, Herr Hitler.

And may I add

that there was never a doubt
in my mind, sir,

as to the lengths to which you would go
to protect Germany.

Ich möchte dem hinzufügen,
ich habe nie daran gezweifelt,

zu was Sie alles bereit wären,
um Deutschland zu schützen.

The foreign press summary!

Thank you. Come along, Legat.

The Reichsführer is arriving.

Please excuse me, my Führer.

"The cheers for Hitler
were mechanical and polite."

"For Chamberlain, they were ecstatic."

You, as an educated German,
what do you think? Are they right?

I do not wish to be followed mechanically!

I gave Germany back its dignity.

Is it too much
to ask for a little gratitude?

"Mechanical."

They're grateful
to this arsehole Chamberlain!

Am I the only one who realises
that we have a historic task ahead of us?

That this is the moment
for Germany to fulfil its destiny?

Speak. I want you to answer me.

Why aren't they grateful?

The people don't want a war.
They're afraid.

The people don't know what they want.

They're children.

But you're right. They are afraid.

I am surrounded by cowardice.

Yes, my Führer.

I told you, I can read people.

You say yes,

but your eyes…

are saying no.

It's just you and I here.

So…

what are you thinking, von Hartmann?

What do you…

want to say to me?

Nothing.

Heil, my Führer.

I'm told you've signed another agreement
with Chamberlain?

Don't take that so seriously.
That piece of paper is of no significance.

The problem lies here,
with the German people.

Anything else?

Thank you.

For…

this.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind. They
asked me to share a ride to the airport.

I'm glad to have a moment alone with you.

I haven't been
altogether straight with you.

No?

No. I'm actually something
of a guardian angel.

What on earth are you talking about?

In London, you asked my surname.

It's Menzies.

I think you know my uncle.
He's a colonel in the Foreign Office.

Well, he asked me
to keep an eye on you out here.

Thank goodness I did.

I took it from your room last night
when you went off with your friend.

I think other parties
were trying to find it this morning?

I assume
you're waiting for me?

No, actually.

No?

Not today, Paulie.
Not today, but soon. Very soon.

Well, then.

- My regards--
- Get out.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Thank--
- Enough!

Smoke?

Yes.

Sir.

Sir, we'll be on the ground
in half an hour.

My God, I… fell asleep. Ooh.

Apparently, there's quite a crowd.

The King has asked you
to go direct to Buckingham Palace

so their Majesties
can thank you in person.

Oh, God.

I shall have to speak to the cameras.

The world doesn't yet know
about our joint statement.

Prime Minister, I urge you

to treat the undertaking given by Hitler

with the utmost caution.

- Ah…
- The agreement on the Sudetenland

- is one thing, but this other document--
- Yes, I know. Horace, look.

If there's one thing I've learned
from my dealings with Mr. Hitler,

it's that you can't play poker
with a gangster

without any cards up your sleeve.

What if he breaks his word?
You'll look like a fool.

Well, if he breaks his word, the world
will see him for who he truly is!

And it'll unite the Allies.
Might even bring the Americans on board.

And if I'm made to look a fool,
well, it's a small price to pay.

Horace, I can only play the game
with the cards I've been dealt.

What do you think, Legat?
Do you think this will change the game?

I think there's a chance, Prime Minister.

So do I.

Whoo!

Thank you so much.
How are you?

Look at that, Legat.

You'd think we won a war
rather than avoided one.

There are thousands of people
gathering on the Mall.

Welcome back, sir. Congratulations.

The King intends
to take him out onto the balcony.

The settlement
of the Czechoslovakian problem,

which has been achieved…

…uh, is in my mind

merely a prelude to a larger settlement,

which, for all Europe,

may bring peace.

For this morning…

this morning I had another talk…

…with the German Chancellor Herr Hitler.

Here is the paper

which bears his name upon it
as well as mine.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Where's Arthur?

He's in the garden.
He'll be happy to see you.

I'm sorry for the way I left.

And, uh…

I wanted to say…

you were right.

I have felt disappointed.

And it's my fault, not yours.

But there are some things
I want to change.

I think I might resign from the service.

And do what?

When war comes, I need to be…

useful.

Yeah.

Don't laugh,
but I think I might join the RAF.

What about the treaty?
I thought he just said that--

Just a delay. The PM's given us a chance
of winning the damn thing when it happens.

It's quite some service
when you think about it.

But it's coming.

Sooner or later.

One day soon, we will have to fight.
And we will have to win.

There must be something else
that you can do.

It's the--

- More talks, negotiations--
- There's no other way.

Don't say that.

There's always hope.

Yes.

And we'd all be
much better off without it.

Daddy!

Here. Come here. Up a squeak.

Oh, I've missed you.

I could have shot Hitler.

I was so close to him,
I could smell his breath.

I could feel the gun in my hand.

But my hand wouldn't move.

Do you know why?

What would give me the right?

Do you want to keep going?

What other choice do we have?

They'll hang you for that one day.

I know.

♪ Withering hours ♪

♪ The gentle days keeping us warm ♪

♪ In your arms, flowers ♪

♪ Turn to promises… ♪
- I'll take it.

♪ That linger until dawn ♪

♪ You dream of summer… ♪
- Oh, you speak Russian as well, right?

♪ Of hearing bluebells chime ♪

♪ Your golden locks ♪

♪ Drenched in moonlight… ♪

♪ Sitting in silence ♪

♪ As we watch the birds fly by ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Into the dark blue night ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Into the dark blue night ♪

♪ The nightingale cries ♪

♪ In the meadows ♪

♪ As the dew drops from my eyes ♪

♪ You dream of summer ♪

♪ Of hearing bluebells chime ♪

♪ Your golden locks ♪

♪ Drenched in moonlight ♪

♪ Sitting in silence ♪

♪ As we watch the birds fly by ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Into the dark blue night ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Into the dark blue night ♪

♪ And every year ♪

♪ The free birds fly ♪

♪ Into the distance ♪

♪ Under auburn skies ♪

♪ Fading to black ♪

♪ The forest sighs ♪

♪ Waiting for spring ♪

♪ To bring them back ♪

♪ And every year ♪

♪ The free birds fly ♪

♪ Into the distance ♪

♪ Under auburn skies ♪

♪ Fading to black ♪

♪ The forest sighs ♪

♪ Waiting for spring ♪

♪ To bring them back ♪

♪ You dream of summer ♪

♪ Of hearing bluebells chime ♪

♪ Your golden locks ♪

♪ Drenched in moonlight ♪

♪ Sitting in silence ♪

♪ As we watch the birds fly by ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Into the dark blue night ♪

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