All language subtitles for Ep 3 Cataclysm

Mussolini speaks very little English.
How's your Italian?

Fair.

Normally I'd be accompanied
by our ambassador,

but this whole errand is unusual.

The president feels that a negative
reply to a San Francisco banker

would not affect formal relations
between our two countries.

The president highly values
your discretion

and feels it might be wise
to have you along at my interviews.

Another pair of eyes and ears.

I'm not sure that Il Duce will like it.

Suppose I just come along
as though it were the natural thing,

unless, of course, they stop me.

Duce.

The Fuehrer will know long before
you get the chance to tell him.

OK.

Commander Henry
to see Captain Kirkwood.

Commander Henry, sir.

Captain Kirkwood won't be in
until this evening.

You're welcome
to use his office if you like.

Very well.

Oh, sir, the captain left an envelope.
It's on the desk.

"Captain Roger Kirkwood presents his
compliments to Captain Victor Henry,

"and trusts he is free to dine at 9
at the Osteria dell'Orso.

"P.S. You're out of uniform, Pug.

"Four stripes, please."

- Congratulations, captain.
- Thank you.

I'm catching the morning train
to Berlin.

Would you convey my regrets to
Captain Kirkwood regarding dinner?

- Aye, aye, sir.
- And I'm expecting my son.

- Will you show him right in, please?
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Dad, four stripes,
and on the first ALNAV too.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Glad I came to Rome now,
just for this.

Surprised me,
after all my shore duty.

One's not supposed to mention
this kind of thing,

but doesn't this put you
way at the front of your class?

You're never in front
until you retire.

All it takes now is one false move.

Some helmsman doping off
on midwatch.

I've got to go to the hotel
and change clothes.

I gotta catch a train.
Sorry about breakfast, Briny.

Incidentally, that submarine school
starts classes in June,

right after Warren's wedding,
so if you apply now...

June's a long way off.

How about if I ride
to the station with you?

Hey, Dad,

you know, I'm really proud
you made captain.

About sub school...

Look, if Natalie stays in the States,
well, who knows?

- What do you mean, I'm not going?
- Your name is not on the invitation.

But that's just their form.
Wives always go.

I'm just going there for security
reasons. Take my word for it.

Security reasons!
That old chestnut.

When you want things your way,
it's always security reasons.

I'd rather take you along.
You know that.

Then prove it.

Call the protocol officer
at the air ministry.

Or if you're too bashful, I will.

Are you well?

I'm bored!

This Berlin weather stinks.
Everything stinks.

I have horrible headaches.
You're never here.

- I'm going out of my mind.
- You will not call the air ministry.

- Hitler will be at Karinhall.
- I know.

All Berlin's talking about this party
at the Goerings.

Oh, here's a letter
from that Kirby fellow.

- I wonder what he's got to say.
- Read it.

Dull as he is.

All about how glad he is to be home
and how good the skiing is in Denver.

Three pages of nothing.

- Well, you look wonderful.
- I do not.

That darned hairdresser baked my hair
to shredded wheat again.

I'm tired.

I'll open a couple of bottles
of champagne

and we'll celebrate my promotion.

Celebrate it with the Goerings.

Oh, if only he could marry, eh, Luigi?
He loves children.

Stoller!

Reich Marshal Goering
told me you'd be here.

Captain Henry.

Wolf Stoller,
one of the great German bankers.

General Armin von Roon
is my good friend.

He's a tough tennis player.

He speaks highly
of your tennis and of you.

I'll tell you what, they promised...

- Oh, yes.
- It's a fairyland.

Oh, we are quite mad
about San Francisco.

Mostly because of Luigi's hospitality.

Always a pleasure.

At last we can reciprocate.
You must come to Abendruh.

- Our little country place.
- This weekend.

- We're giving a small party.
- Yes.

- You too, captain, of course.
- General von Roon will be there.

Unfortunately, I fly to Lisbon
first thing in the morning.

But you don't fly to Lisbon.

I'm sure Mrs. Henry
will enjoy the outing.

Said and done.

Good.

Brigitte will excuse us.

I think...

Alas, no time to show you
the wonders of Karinhall.

The Reich marshal
and the foreign minister are waiting.

- These are indeed wonders.
- Just odds and ends.

Gifts from governments,
from cities, from monarchs.

He is a brilliant collector.

- A man of great wealth.
- Oh, wealth...

You will have exactly seven minutes
of the Fuehrer's time

to state your business.

Your Excellency,
I am here in a private capacity,

and I regard that amount of time
as an extraordinary courtesy.

This peculiar visitation
is another studied insult

by your president to the Fuehrer.

Between civilized countries,
the diplomatic structure is used.

Germany did not withdraw its
ambassador in Washington by choice!

The United States first made
the hostile gesture.

Your president's change
of the so-called Neutrality Act

that he pushed through Congress

is a blatant act of aggression
against Germany.

And your maladroit mission
is a show of contempt

for a powerful nation
of 80 million people.

May I respectfully...

The willingness of the Fuehrer to give
a hearing in these circumstances

is a testimony to his desire for peace
that history will record some day.

And that, I'm afraid,

is the sole value
this peculiar interview possesses.

Captain Henry, I beg you
to confirm my instructions

to the great field marshal.

We already know all that,

and... we also know the question.

Your president feels
that from time to time

he must give me those stern,
fatherly admonitions,

but, of course,
I am giving up my life

for the renaissance of my people.

And I cannot help seeing things
from that limited point of view.

Germany's political aims are simple,
open, moderate and unchanging.

Five centuries before Columbus
discovered America,

there was a German empire
at the heart of Europe.

War has come over and over
to this heartland

through the attempts
of many powers

to fragment the vigorous
German people.

And often their attempts
have had temporary success.

But the German nation,

with its strong instinct for survival

has time and time rallied
and thrown off the foreign partitioners.

And so I restored the Rhineland,

I brought back Austria into the Reich,

I normalized the Bohemian plateau,

and the manufactured monstrosity
of Czechoslovakia

has once again become the traditional
protectorate of the Reich.

Now this restoration of normal
Germany is complete,

and it has been done
almost without bloodshed.

Only Britain's foolish guarantee
to Poland

forced on me the brief police action
to solve the Polish question.

I share the president's desire
for peace.

I hunger and yearn for it.

I was born to create!

Not to destroy.
I am an artist,

a builder.

But the British and French leaders
called for the destruction of Hitlerism.

I have made Germany strong again,

and that does not suit them.

But this, their hate, if persisted in,
will doom Europe,

because I and the German people
cannot be separated.

We are one.

This is a simple truth, though I fear
it will need a test of fire to prove it.

How can they be so blind?

I achieved air parity in 1937.

Since then I have not stopped building
planes, planes, planes!

U-boats, U-boats, U-boats!

I have piled bombs, bombs, bombs,

tanks, tanks, tanks to the sky!

What a wasteful, staggering burden
on my people,

but our enemies understand
no other language.

Out of strength, I have offered
the outstretched hand of peace.

I was rejected, scorned!

At the price of peace,
our foes demand my head.

My people only laugh
at such pathetic nonsense.

I have done my utmost,

and my conscience is clear
before the bar of history.

So let the test of fire come.

Germany will emerge victorious.

If not,

we will all go down together,

and Europe as we know it

will cease to exist!

Now this visit of Sumner Welles,

I have no wish to return discourtesy
for discourtesy.

I would do anything for peace.

But until the British will to destroy me
itself is destroyed,

the only road to peace
is through German victory.

Anything else is irrelevant.

I will continue to hope
with all my heart

for a last-minute signal of sanity
from the other side,

before the great cataclysm

bursts on the world.

My observation, Mr. President,
is that all three men

acted as though the offensive
in the West is ready to roll.

I don't think they give a damn
whether Welles comes or not.

If the British are really as set
on their terms as Hitler is on his,

you'll have an all-out war
in the spring.

The glimpse of cross-purposes
at the top

may show a weakness
of the Nazi structure,

but it has nothing to do
with Hitler's hold on the Germans.

That includes Goering
and Ribbentrop.

When he entered the room,
they cringed.

If Hitler were the half-crazy,
half-comical gangster

we've been reading about,
this war would be a pushover.

Unfortunately for the Allies,
he is a very able man.

Now, this is everything on Stoller.

His bank is the conduit

by which Goering
has become so rich.

- Mainly by extortion from Jews.
- I didn't know that, sir.

Oh, it's all very legal, German style.

The new laws put stiff restrictions
on Jewish firms.

They can't get export licenses, can't
use the railroad, shipping and so on.

Heavy taxes. Naturally,
after a while, they go under.

Now, Stoller's bank
has access to the Gestapo.

He is the first person who knows
when a big Jewish firm

is sinking to its knees.

So he steps in with a very low
takeover bid.

Other bankers won't bid
against a Goering front,

so the Jewish owners sell for a song,

Goering acquires
another major company,

and Stoller is in there for a big share.

I'll just decline the invitation.

Your business
is gathering intelligence.

Just know what you're getting into.

Life with you is full
of marvelous surprises.

Please come with me.

Well, I must say,
this is very peculiar.

Well, this is more like it.

Oh, what a magnificent suite!

Yeah, Wolf Stoller hasn't done
too bad for himself.

I would say.

Come in.

Sir, madam, dinner will be at 7. We
are here to assist you with dressing.

What's all that?

Well, Rhoda, now you know
why they brought us up the back way.

Oh, dear heaven, Pug, I'll die!
I can't possibly.

I've practically nothing on
underneath.

Why can't they warn a girl?!

When in Rome...

- General.
- Oh, Henry.

Quite an icebreaker.

Stoller, I must say,
has quite an individual touch.

You'd never know
there was a war on.

There hardly is.
First blitzkrieg, and now sitzkrieg.

"The Phony War."

And how long does that continue?

That is up to the opposition.

Our Fuehrer has offered peace.
They can have it tomorrow.

If they accept his conquests
and his crimes.

Crimes?

Well, the rape of Czechoslovakia,
for one.

The Allies themselves handed
Czechoslovakia to him at Munich.

And Poland?

As for Poland...

Some other time.

I found this all laid out for me
this morning.

Oh, Pug,
I may never leave Abendruh.

The British regard the invasion
of Poland as a crime.

Poland was worse than a crime.
It was a mistake.

The great victory?

The Fuehrer bluffed himself
into a corner over Poland.

He got out of it with a pact with Stalin.
A coup de th��tre, perhaps,

but the Russians gained half of Poland
without firing a shot.

A strategic disaster for us,
despite our victory in the field.

Great men
can make great mistakes.

And with greatness,
maybe they overcome them.

- You call Hitler great?
- A great politician, without question.

He has united the country,
like your Roosevelt.

He is what I believe
you call a "winner".

And his master-race stuff,
you buy that too?

Bunkum for the masses.

A vulgar distortion
of German nationalism.

But that is politics for you.

You're not a Nazi, then.

I?

I am a conservative monarchist.

Do the other generals
think as you do?

As in your Navy,
I imagine, we have all kinds.

I see.

One thing we all share:
Loyalty to the head of state.

One thing we all believe:
Orders are orders.

Let us join the others.

There is Captain Henry.
What better authority do you want?

- Let's ask him.
- It might embarrass him.

No war talk, please. That's out.
This weekend is for pleasure.

I don't mind. What's the question?

Please...

- I am, as you know, an actor.
- One of Germany's greatest.

I create illusions for a living.

And I say it is an illusion to hope

that the United States
will ever allow England to go down.

Please, let's talk of something else.

I'm a businessman, a realist.

I maintain this isn't 1917.

The Americans are realists.

Once Europe is normalized, we
can have a thousand years of peace.

What do you say, Captain Henry?

The problem may never come up.

You still have to lick England.

Oh, I think we can assume
that's in the cards.

Providing the Americans
don't step in.

Your president doesn't try to hide
his British sympathies, eh, Victor?

Although, wouldn't you say
that the people are against him,

or at least sharply split?

Yes, but America
is a strange country, Herr Stoller.

Public opinion can change fast.
Remember that in dealing with us.

Public opinion doesn't just change.
It is manufactured.

There you have the live nerve.

The power of the Jews.

I think you exaggerate that.

You fellows tend to do that,
as a form of kidding yourselves.

Victor, who is your minister
of the treasury?

The Jew, Morgenthau.

Who sits in your highest court
with the most power?

The Jew, Frankfurter.

Who? Well, I could go on and on.

But no. Admit it, Victor.

The Jews have American finance,
communications, justice,

even the presidency in their pockets.

To begin with...

...the treasury post
has very little power.

All the other cabinet positions
are held by Christians.

Financial power lies in banking,
shipping, oil and so forth.

All in the hands of Christians,
always has been.

That's always the Jewish line,
how unimportant they are.

You recommend that we force
them out of their businesses

at 10 cents on the dollar?

You are better-informed
than many Americans, Victor.

But anyway, it would be an excellent
idea for the health of your economy.

And you'll come to it
sooner or later.

Please, Stoller, enough of this!

But is it truly your position
that the Jewish question

really has no bearing
on America's entry into the war?

Oh, I didn't say that.

Americans react very sharply
to injustice and suffering.

And your Negroes in the South?

It's bad, but it's getting better.

And we don't put them
behind barbed wire.

That's a political penalty.

A Jew who behaves himself
doesn't go to a camp.

No, the American Jews would be
making the greatest possible mistake

to drag in the United States.

You know what the Fuehrer said
in his January speech:

"If they start another world war,
that will be the end of them."

And he was in deadly earnest,
I assure you.

War or peace is not in the hands
of the Jews.

You've greatly distorted
that situation.

I don't think so.

Anyway, I can only pray that your
government will come to its senses.

And soon, so that the Jews might be
spared the very, very bad fate

which they seem determined
to bring on themselves.

Now, we have a little lunch
prepared, gentlemen.

Nothing elaborate, you understand,

but what would you say to an omelet,
a glass of champagne? Please.

- Who are you?
- Rosenthal.

- You are living in my house.
- Of course.

Forgive me...

...but my wife and I are going
to be sent to Poland soon.

And we were wondering if there
were any articles in our home

you and Mrs. Henry
would care to... buy.

But you have a factory here.

You must have people
who can keep an eye on things

until conditions improve.

In fact, I have sold my firm.

So there is nobody.

To Stoller Bank?

You know about these matters?

I have received a very fair price.
Very fair.

Herr Rosenthal, I told you
when we rented your house,

I had no wish to profit by your
misfortune. I don't. I do not.

Captain Henry,

you could not possibly do me
or Frau Rosenthal a greater kindness.

If you want to telephone me,
you can get me here.

Merry Christmas.

There you are!

- What on earth?
- I decided to walk.

Four miles in the snow? We're
due back at the embassy at 8:00.

I'll change clothes real fast.

Lord, I hope this party will be fun.
This is one grim Christmas.

Amen.

The best parties you have ever seen.
They are the nicest people.

Spending time with the Stollers?

Honey, the trouble with you is, you
don't know what the hell is going on.

How dare you say that to me?!

Hey, what's it all about, Fred?

The Wolf Stollers, Pug.
Loveliest people your wife ever met.

I said the nicest Germans,
and they are.

I thought broadcasters
were supposed to be impartial.

You are wildly prejudiced.

Time for you to go home, Rhoda.

And what does that mean?

If you think
the Wolf Stollers are nice,

you've got to get back on American
chow and The New York Times.

Well, aren't we the nice,
clever radio personality?

I just know the German people are not
monsters with tails and horns.

They're just ordinary people,
however misguided.

Or did some Fr�ulein climb into your
bed with cloven hoofs, dear?

It might be easier to navigate
in this country, Rhoda,

if the bad ones did sprout horns

and grow hair on the palms
of their hands or something.

What Wolf Stoller has on his palms is
blood, lots of it. He acts unaware of it.

You encourage his color-blindness
by acting the same way.

Lords of mercy me!
If that isn't the wildest poppycock!

Freddie Fearing,
you are the one who should go home.

Merry Christmas.

Now, Fred, it's Pug's job to socialize
with people like Stoller.

I propose a moratorium tonight
on discussing Germans.

- I agree!
- Hear, hear. I agree.

- Absolutely.
- Christmas Eve.

Pug Henry, I like you.

I guess I'll go for a walk.

Fred. Fred?

- Forget it.
- Fred.

- Pass the wine, will you?
- Yes.

Give me..."Give me" have some.

That Freddie Fearing.

Big-shot authority on Germany,
he thinks.

Why, Mrs. Stoller
is an absolute darling.

We meet at the hairdresser
and gab away by the hour.

We're already invited to the big
hunt party in April at Abendruh.

- We'll decline.
- What?

We're never going back
to Abendruh, Rhoda.

We most certainly are.

The only fun I have had here...

Wolf Stoller is Goering's man for
extorting money from the Jews.

He can't be.

That's what Fearing
was talking about.

Claremont showed me the file
on Stoller. He's made millions out of it.

That charming man?

That charming man
drove Rosenthal to the wall.

- Rosenthal?
- The man we rent our house from.

He approached me tonight
on the street, like a beggar.

He wanted us to buy some things
from his house.

Anything for a little cash, because
they're shipping him to Poland.

How awful. What did you say?

I didn't take him up on it.
I don't want to suck his blood.

The man must be desperate
for money.

I'd be glad to give him money.
I will not buy up his possessions.

He won't accept your money.

There are lovely things in the house.
We can pay him a very fair price.

A very fair price?

Like Stoller gave him
a very fair price?

I think it's time we got out
of this hellish town, Rhoda.

I don't want to be disturbed.

Dear Admiral Preble:

I am requesting BuPers to relieve me,
preferably before April,

and the sooner the better.

Berlin is a nightmarish place.
It's bad for me, worse for Rhoda.

I've trained 25 years
for combat at sea.

I'm a gunnery man
and nothing else.

I ask, I beg for transfer to sea duty.

Pressure against Sweden and
Norway in the intensified blockade...

... sunk the Norwegian ship Navarra.

Briny, dear, the doctor says my
father's coming along Just fine,

but I don't like his fragile look.

He doesn't do much but sit in the sun
and listen to the news.

He's terribly worried
about Uncle Aaron.

He never used to speak much of him.
Now he goes on and on about him.

He's terrified that Hitler is a devil

who's going to conquer the world
and murder all the Jews.

Well, it won't be long
until your brother's wedding, will it?

Time flies.

Before we face each other again,

I'd better level with you
about me and Leslie Slote.

Don't panic, love.
It's nothing earth-shaking.

Last December,
when I reached New York

and found out my father
was out of the hospital,

I decided to stop off
in Washington to see Leslie.

I owed him that much, dear.

He was definitely not expecting the
answer I brought back to his proposal.

Lord, did he carry on!

"You and that boy,"
he kept saying.

"There can't be anything
substantial between you."

In the end, I came flat out with it.

I said the thing between us
is damn substantial,

that by comparison, nothing else
Just now seems very substantial.

Well, he calls it a "physical
infatuation, very temporary".

He insists I'll marry him
in due course,

that he and I
are meant for each other.

He keeps telephoning
and once he flew down to see me.

Nothing has happened that can
make me forget

the look in your eyes, the feel
of your arms around me when...

The Phony War has ended.

A fierce air, sea and land battle
is raging for Norway.

We bring you special reports
from the war capitals. First, London.

This is the BBC.

In a lightning attack
without warning or provocation,

Nazi Germany has invaded
neutral Norway by sea and air,

and German land forces
have rolled into Denmark.

The Royal Navy is moving rapidly
to cut off the invasion.

Winston Churchill, first lord
of the admiralty, has declared:

"All German vessels entering
the Skagerrak will be sunk."

Next, Berlin.

Fred Fearing in Berlin.

The propaganda ministry
has issued this bulletin:

Forestalling a British plan
to seize Scandinavia

and deny Germany access to
Swedish iron ore and other materials,

Germany has taken Denmark
and Norway under its protection.

- Papa?
- And now, Paris.

In an official communiqu�,
France has announced

that the Allies will rally to the
cause of democratic Norway,

and will meet the German onslaught
"with cold steel".

Papa!

Mama! Mama!

Mama! Mama, come quick!

This would mean the collapse...

Well, what do you think
of the news?

So much for
the Sumner Welles mission.

This may just get you that sea duty
you keep writing all those letters about.

- Hell of a way to get it.
- Yeah.

Your report on the Gianelli meetings
was really tops, old fellow.

Gave me an excellent feel
of how they went.

Hitler's a strange one, isn't he?

Everybody's reaction
is a little different.

Admiral Preble tells me
you're returning briefly in May

for your son's wedding.

Be sure to drop in on me
before you return to Berlin.

I'm absolutely delighted
that you are where you are,

and I've told old Preble that,
in no uncertain terms.

Sir?

A man named Rosenthal.

Call him at that number.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Pug?
- Hello, Rhoda.

Everything stinks.

Yes. I know, the war's
breaking wide open.

Look, honey, you better make yourself
a hair appointment.

That hunt party at Abendruh,
call Mrs. Stoller and accept.

Oh, marvelous.

And I want you to make out a list

of everything you want to buy
from the Rosenthals.

After each item,
put down a very fair price.

This is more like it.

The Second World War
is in its ninth month,

and Paris is having a lovely spring.

Adolf Hitler's Germany
has conquered Poland

and occupied Norway.

But all is quiet
on the western front.

For, in the West,
the Germans face the Maginot Line,

that impregnable chain
of great fortresses

shielding France from the Swiss
to the Belgian borders.

The French army,
the strongest, best-trained,

best-equipped in the world,
led by the great General Gamelin.

The British expeditionary army,

backed by the Royal Air Force
and the world's most powerful navy.

And so, Paris is tranquil.

The British call this lull
the "sitzkrieg".

American headline writers
call it "the Phony War".

But on May 10, 1940,
the Phony War comes to an end.

After 19 postponements,
six months of delays,

Case Yellow, the attack
on France, begins,

with the assault
on Belgium and Holland.

Then, as the Allied armies
move to stop them,

the Germans strike through
the hilly Ardennes.

This main armored punch
bypasses the Maginot Line,

catching the Allies
by complete surprise,

and threatens
to cut the front in two.

The Allied armies
are in pell-mell retreat

to avoid entrapment.

In London,
the Chamberlain government falls.

Winston Churchill
is the new prime minister.

- Madeline!
- Put it!

Oh, Pa!
Gosh, you look great!

Both of you look great!

This is Janice Lacouture and she's
in town shopping for her trousseau.

Oh, my dear! Your snapshots
don't do you justice at all.

- You're ravishing!
- Thank you.

I always said that Warren
had good taste.

And how is he, anyway?

All right, I hope. He's sweating out
carrier landings, down off Puerto Rico.

Byron, I'd like for you to meet...
Byron?

- Byron. Byron?
- Where the devil is he?

Yeah, just now.
I'm in New York at La Guardia.

Natalie, I'm sorry about your father.

Well, did Aaron come home?

No, he's stuck. He said he'd write you
and tell you about it.

- Listen, I'm flying down there.
- What about your family?

Don't you worry about them.

I'll phone you
and tell you what flight I'm on.

Byron, are you sure?

Hey, bye for now. I love you.

Janice.
I'm Warren's brother, Byron.

- Hi.
- I knew you'd be here, so...

Go ahead, Janice, open it.

What a beautiful little elephant!

You marry any of us,
you must have the patience of one.

- My God, if that isn't the truth.
- Oh, Mom, Palmer Kirby called.

He's at the Waldorf
and he's invited us all to dinner.

Well, for heaven's sake,
what's he doing here?

I don't think we can go,
can we, Pug?

As a matter of fact,
I want to talk to Fred Kirby.

Oh, it's impossible. I have nothing
to wear to the Waldorf.

My clothes are a mass of wrinkles.

Well, if only I could get
to a hairdresser.

I have nothing to offer
but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

He's a genius.
Where has he been till now?

Head of the British navy
when U-boats got into Scapa Flow

and sunk the Royal Oak and when
the Germans crossed the Skagerrak

- and took Norway.
- Will you shut up and listen?

... I will say, it is to wage war
by sea, land and air

with all our might and with all
the strength that God can give us...

... to wage war
against a monstrous tyranny

never surpassed in the dark,
lamentable catalogue of human crime.

That is our policy.

You ask, what is our aim?

I can answer in one word: Victory.

Victory at all costs.

Victory in spite of all terror.

Victory, however long and hard
the road may be...

... for without victory,
there is no survival.

Let that be realized.
No survival for the British Empire.

No survival for all that
the British Empire has stood for,

that mankind will move forward
towards its goal.

But I take up my task
with buoyancy and hope.

I feel sure that our cause will not be
suffered to fail among men.

At this time I feel entitled
to claim the aid of all.

And I say, "Come then,
let us go forward together

"with our united strength."

You have Just heard the newly
appointed prime minister of Britain,

Winston Churchill.

That man will save civilization.

- Do you think we'll get in?
- Oh, no.

We'll never let them
conquer England.

Fred, can I talk to you
for a couple of minutes?

Caviar, champagne and business
as usual. That's Pug!

Sure, we can talk in the bedroom.

Dad,

I gotta be moseying. I'm leaving
for Miami at La Guardia in an hour.

You know that Fred Kirby expects you
to be dining with us.

Well, the reservations
are already made, so...

What about Madeline?

She wants us to come to her show
right after dinner.

I know, Dad,
but I really think I ought to go.

Byron, you are impossible. Couldn't
this have waited until tomorrow?

Mom, don't you remember
what it was like to be in love?

Me? Of course not!
What a silly thing to say.

- I'm a million years old.
- That must be some girl in Miami.

- Yeah, she's all right.
- Bring her to the wedding. Don't forget.

Byron, you have a real talent
for disappointing your father.

He'd be disappointed
if I didn't disappoint him.

- Bye, Mom.
- Goodbye, honey.

Yes, yes, these will be very helpful.
Thank you, Pug.

I thought you might
find them interesting.

Fred...

...you're working on a uranium bomb,
aren't you?

Now, of course, you can tell me it's
none of my business, but I'm visiting

the president this trip, and if the
occasion arises, you might want me

to volunteer my valued opinion and tell
him to do something about uranium.

The real question here, Pug, are
the Germans. How far along are they?

If uranium bombs are possible,
and if Hitler gets them first...

...that could prove
to be disagreeable.

The invasion of France
is still under way.

Winston Churchill,
the new British prime minister,

a night worker, a late sleeper,
has ordered his staff not to wake him,

except in extreme war emergency.

On his fifth day in office,
they awaken him.

Sir.

The premier of France
is on the phone.

- Reynaud himself? At this hour?
- From Paris.

- What's the news?
- Lord Gort's forces are still holding.

But Holland will surrender at 11 AM
and the Belgians are wavering.

- And the French?
- Retreating everywhere.

Churchill.

Mr. Churchill...

...we are beat. We...

We have lost the war.

Surely it cannot have happened
so soon?

The front is broken near Sedan.

The enemy's armored forces
are pouring through

in irresistible numbers.

Then he will outrun his surprise,
and we will counterattack.

That was the winning principle
of your great Marshal Foch in 1918.

We are defeated.

Surely, Corporal Hitler cannot have

accomplished in five days
what Kaiser Wilhelm

could not manage in four years!

There is only one chance left.

You must throw in
your entire air force at once

to stop the flood of German tanks.

Where are General Gamelin's
reserves?

Your "masse de manoeuvre"
for counterattack?

There is none.

Commit your whole air force
in France, I implore you!

Do it now! Otherwise...

...the war is lost.

I shall fly to Paris.

Have courage.

Pray summon
Air Vice Marshal Dowding.

The Germans have flanked
the Maginot Line, Dowding,

with their armored thrust
through the Ardennes hills,

where General Gamelin
thought tanks could not operate.

The French front is cut in two.

They are surprised and routed.

These two German forces
threaten to encircle

and cut off our entire army
in France.

All this in five days?

The world order
trembles in the balance.

Our empire, the French Empire.

Yes, civilization itself.

Lord Gort is falling back on Dunkirk,
the only port left open to us.

But he is in grave peril
of being cut off.

Now, if I have to rescue
my army from France,

can you master the air
over the Channel while I do it?

At high cost, yes.

If I have to fight on alone,

how many squadrons must I hold back
from the battle for France,

to defend our island
against the full fury of the Luftwaffe?

Cut to the bone.

Twenty-five squadrons.

Well, I'm off to Paris.

I'll hold back your 25 squadrons.

Thank you, sir.

No war, no death.

It's just the sky and the sea and the
sun shining down on us, all alone.

Hey, Mr. Henry!
You awake up there?

- Yeah.
- Just got a call from the beach.

Your father wants you to come in.

- Wrong boat. He's in Washington.
- Is your father a Navy captain?

- Yeah.
- He's on the wharf

waiting for you right now, buddy.

- What on earth?
- I haven't got the foggiest.

- Go ahead and turn it around.
- OK.

I'd better get dressed.

I am green. You should try putting on
eyebrows and lipstick

sometime in a rocking boat.

Yeah, just like I thought.

There he is on the dock.

I'd recognize that walk anywhere.

He's probably here with my mother.

I'm going to tell them, Natalie.

Listen, I only decided to marry you
an hour ago.

I've got a few things I want to work out.
For example, I'd like to tell my mother.

Well, you'd better hurry.

Dad's got a way
of getting to the facts real quick.

Come on, let's get your stuff.

Up.

Hell of a thing to do to you, Natalie.

- Everybody all right?
- Everybody's fine.

The war news is shaking things
up a bit, though.

Warren's leave is cancelled. The
wedding's been moved to tomorrow.

One-day honeymoon, he goes
straight out to the Pacific Fleet.

You two had lunch?

Well, I packed some sandwiches,
but we kind of forgot.

The smells from that joint there have
been driving me nuts. I haven't eaten.

Would you mind going up there?

Some of these waterfront places
can be pretty good.

Well, it looks like France
is really folding.

The German army may actually bag
the entire British regular army.

I heard the president on my car radio,
making an emergency address

to a joint session of Congress. He
asked them for 50,000 planes a year.

- 50,000?
- It's just wild talk.

He said we'll have to build factories
to start making them.

He'll get the money too. I saw
the mood up there in Washington.

The panic is finally on.

Now then, number one.

You have to be in Pensacola
tomorrow morning at 10.

- All right, I'll be there.
- OK. Number two.

Sub school starts earlier. May the 20th.
If you wanna get in,

you have to report to New London
Saturday for a physical.

Applications are piling in.
Red Tully told me.

May 20th?
That's three days from now.

Do you have to go
to the submarine school so soon?

It's a possibility. I don't know.

When does the school start?

Three months.

Then what?

Well, as far as I can make out,
he'll go straight out to the fleet.

Three months and then you're gone.

We'll talk about that
when we get to the wedding.

I haven't been invited.

Oh...

Janice said to make sure
I brought you along.

You know...

Natalie and I are getting married.

I see.

Well, that might affect
your admission to the school.

The unmarried ones
tend to get the preference.

We only just decided this morning.

It's a terrible tangle. There are all
kinds of complications for me too.

None that can't be overcome.

The last thing I wanna do is stop you
from going to school. I was in Warsaw!

Well, that's that.

Great chowder. Hit the spot.

Hey, I can still catch
that afternoon plane to Pensacola.

Why didn't you just telephone this?
Wasn't it simple enough?

- Why did you come all the way here?
- It wasn't much out of my way.

Where's Mom and Madeline?

They're still in New York, shopping.

They're flying down tomorrow.
So you'll come, Natalie?

Well, I don't know if I can.

Yeah, we'll be there.
At least I will.

I guess that covers everything?

What about sub school?
I told Red Tully I'd call him today.

If Captain Tully has to know today,
then I'm out. OK?

Byron! Don't make decisions
like that.

I don't know how else
to make a decision.

Well, talk to me. I'm involved.

Well, I've spoken my piece
and now I'll leave.

We can pick this up tomorrow.

Then you really don't have to call
Red Tully today after all.

Keep trying to remember,
I didn't start this war, Byron.

I happen to think
you'll make a good submariner.

They're all a bunch
of goofy individualists too.

On the other hand, I can't hate you
for wanting to marry

this brilliant and beautiful young lady.

Well, I'll be going.
I'll see you in church, and be early.

You're to be best man.
Goodbye, Natalie.

I'm sorry for breaking up
your day on the boat.

- Please try to come to the wedding.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

I'll pick up the check.

I have always loathed
the smell of cooking fish.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

I don't like the way
you treated your father.

You know what he came here for,
don't you?

To separate us.

He was utterly right. You're blaming
him for the whole war situation.

That is completely immature.
I was embarrassed for you.

I hate that feeling.

You know, I never wanted anything
before from life.

Or from him or from anybody.
And now I do.

That's all the more reason to look at
reality and stop throwing tantrums.

Well, he really got to you, didn't he?

- He gets done what he intends to do.
- That's how much you know.

I love you. I'm going to Pensacola with
you. Now shut up and take me home.

He saved our lives. The last plane
we could get from New York

didn't leave us a minute
to finish shopping.

Your daughter and I would've come
to this wedding in rags.

Pug...

Isn't this a cunning number?

Found it the last second at Bergdorf's.

Oh, honestly,
a small plane is so much fun.

You really know you're flying.

Well, that was nice of him.
Is Fred Kirby that rich?

Well, I wouldn't hear of it,
but it's charged to his company.

He's taking it
on to Birmingham today.

Anyway, I didn't want to argue
too much. It was a deliverance.

Zip me up in back, will you?

Pug, did Briny
really bring that Jewish girl?

- Yeah.
- Oh, of all things.

I've never, ever laid eyes on her.
Now she'll have to sit with us,

- and they'll all think she's family.
- She may well be.

I don't believe it. I just don't!

How much older is she?
Four years?

Oh, that Briny!
Just enjoys giving us heart failure.

Always has, the monster!

Pug, what's taking you so long?
Land, it's hot in here.

She may be older than he is,
but she is terrifically attractive.

Well, you've got me curious,
I'll say that.

I pictured her as one of those
tough Brooklyn chickens

who shove past you
in New York department stores.

Rhoda, this is Natalie Jastrow.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Well, my dear, how very nice
you do look.

Oh, Augusta, oh!
I am so glad you made it.

Well, I guess we'll see you inside.

Big hit I made.

- Don't let Mom bother you. She's OK.
- You see how she looked at my suit?

You're still in mourning.
She knows that.

This must be Byron's sidekick
from that jaunt in Poland.

Natalie, this is my sister Madeline
and Mr. Palmer Kirby.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

I can see why the little devil
left us so flat in New York.

Well, I can't say I blame him.

He shouldn't have rushed
down here so fast.

Why not?

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
in the sight of God

to join together in holy matrimony
this man and this woman.

She looks... interesting.

Doesn't she?

From the looks of her,
she might almost be

an Armenian or even an Arab.

Byron met her in Italy.

Well, Warren did tell the congressman
and I that she was beautiful.

Yes.

Don't tell them I'm your fianc�e.
Let them think whatever.

- I just don't wanna get into it.
- Take it easy.

I swear, I'm the only Jew
in Pensacola.

When I walk through these doors
I'm going to set off gongs.

I told Byron this morning
that I'm all for you.

- That was sight unseen.
- Do you always take such blind risks?

A flyer should be more prudent.

Well, I know what you did in Warsaw
and that's enough for me.

You're cheering me up.
I feel terribly out of place here.

You shouldn't.
Janice is as much for you as I am.

Byron, he's changed already.

Thank you.

Come on, children, we're going
to the head table. Come on, follow me.

50,000 planes a year!
That's a billion dollars!

He'll get it, congressman.

It's politically hysterical,
financially irresponsible,

and industrially inconceivable.

And you're willing to watch
the British and French go down?

Now, that's how that question
is usually put.

Ask me if I'm willing to send
three million American boys

overseas against the Germans

to prop up the old status quo
in Europe. That's what this is all about.

- Don't forget it.
- The British navy is propping up

our own status quo
right now, free of charge.

If Hitler gets that fleet, his reach will
extend all the way to Pensacola Bay.

Oh, yes.

I can just visualize the old Rodney and
the Nelson out there at the marina

streaming the swastika and shelling
the hell out of our poor old yacht club.

That's not where they're coming,
congressman.

They're not coming at all.

That's New York Times stuff.

Now, when those limeys see
they're in a jam, they'll throw out

that blowhard Churchill,
make a deal with Germany.

They're gonna hang in there as long
as they think that the Roosevelts

and the British sympathizers

and the New York Jews
are gonna get us over there.

Well, I'm from Denver and I'm Irish.

Well, error is contagious.
It knows no boundaries.

I was in Warsaw during the siege.

That's right! So you were.
You and Byron.

Pretty bad, was it?

For three weeks, the Germans
bombed a totally defenseless city.

They knocked out every hospital
except the one I was working in.

The wounded were piled up
in our entranceway like logs.

In one of the hospitals, actually
pregnant women were burning.

Well, that sort of thing has been going
on in Europe for centuries, my dear.

And that is exactly what I want to spare
the American people.

I heard a good one yesterday.

Old Abe and his family
are driving down to Miami,

and along about Tampa
they run out of gas.

So they pulled into this filling station,
and the attendant says, "Juice?"

And old Abe says, "Well, what
if we are? Don't we get no gas?"

Oh, that's pretty cute.

Picked that one up yesterday.

Hey, sugar, give us a smile.
It's your wedding day.

Hey, listen, nobody meant anything
by that up there.

I know.

You know, darling,
I'm really finally getting organized.

I think I may as well fly up
to New London,

take that sub school physical.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Go on.
You're going up to New London.

Only if we both agree.

I won't do anything from now on
unless we concur.

All right.

So anyway, I take the physical,

making sure that a married applicant
has a chance,

that if he's accepted
he gets time with his wife.

That takes care
of the first few months.

Then I'll probably get shipped out
to a submarine base.

Chances are it's Pearl Harbor. Might
even end up with Janice and Warren.

They have a university in Hawaii.
You could teach there.

Goodness, you've been thinking about
this with might and main, haven't you?

- You looking for us?
- I understand

you're using the congressman's car
to take Madeline to the airport.

Well, don't leave without me.

I just talked to Washington.
I gotta scoot. Your mother's staying on.

What time is that plane?

1:40.

Darling, can you lend me money?
I'll take that plane to Washington.

Oh? I'll be glad for the company.

I have to run upstairs and change.
I'll meet you out front, OK?

- Why are you going to Washington?
- See Leslie about Aaron's citizenship.

I thought while you're in New London,
I could just take care of it.

What is the matter?
You look as if you'd been shot.

You're mistaken.
I'll give you the fare.

Let me just show you Aaron's letter.
He wrote me and asked me

to go see Slote about his passport
problems. He's really worried about it.

What's the point?

I believe you.

Look, I know you and Janice
have better things to do

- with the little time you have left.
- Nothing that won't wait.

Dad, we're riding to the airport
with you, now that's that.

Who knows when we're gonna
see you all again?

This family has been gypped
by this miserable, stupid war.

This is the first time
we've been together in how long?

And we can't even stay together
for 12 hours. Well, I say,

excuse me, that if this is gonna
be a short reunion,

it is damn well going to be
a merry one. Cheers!

- Cheers!
- Cheers, Mom.

You going to the airport?

Wait a second.

All right, Mom.

All right, everybody.
Let's sing something.

Bell-bottom trousers
Coats of navy blue

He'll climb the rigging
Like his daddy used to do

When I was a lady's maid
Down in Drury Lane

My mistress, she was good to me
My master was the same

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

Till we meet
Till we meet

God be with you
Till we meet again

Till we meet
Till we meet

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

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