All language subtitles for War and Remembrance - Part 10

June 22, 1944,

And the great day
has finally arrived.

Tomorrow the
Red Cross comes

to view the
beautification

and to verify that
Theresienstadt

is indeed the
paradise ghetto

that the Germans
claim it to be.

Clean-up and
painting squads

are still
feverishly working.

The Germans have
thought of everything

from delivering
Red Cross packages

withheld for months,

to bringing from the Prague
storehouses of Jewish loot

loads of elegant finery

for those inmates
who will be on show.

They've even
gone so far

as to distribute
cosmetics

and set up a beauty
parlor for the women.

Natalie is there
right now.

Tomorrow, our newly
decorated posh flat

will be one of the
important stops

on the tour,

and the noted author,

after showing the visitors
through the rooms,

will offer them cognac

then take them
to the synagogue

and the Judaic library.

The mood in the
ghetto's manic.

There are
those who believe

the Red Cross people won't
be fooled by the farce.

Those same
optimists believed

only 2 short weeks ago

that the Americans
would soon come

smashing through France
all the way to Prague

and liberate the ghetto,

but in fact,

Rommel has got the allied
invasion bogged down

in the Normandy marshes,

and the Russians
still haven't moved.

Aaron

it's happened.

The Russians
have attacked.

Another ghetto rumor?

I heard it myself,

BBC and the Czech
language broadcast.

I went to the
Dresden barracks

where they have
the secret radio.

Natalie,
you've had serious
warning from the SS.

I had to go. It's true.

Radio Stockholm
confirmed it.

A giant attack as
big as the Allied
invasion of France.

Well

this calls for
a celebration,

don't you think
so, Natalie?

A few drops less for
our Red Cross visitors.

The SS won't mind
that, I'm sure.

L'chaim.

L'chaim.

Not bad.

If the people dared,
they'd be dancing
in the streets.

They're saying the Germans
will collapse in a week.

Perhaps.

Natalie, do you think

we ought to still go
ahead with Barrel's plans

for trying to spirit
Louis out of here?

He goes.

Nothing will change that.

Well...

God speed the Russians.

And the Allies.

June 23, 1944.

The beautification
tour begins at noon.

It is designed
to impress 4 men

Franz Hvaas the
Danish diplomat

who has been pressing
Berlin for this visit,

Dr. Jeul Henningson

of the Danish
Red Cross,

Dr. Martin Rossel
of the German office

of the international
Red Cross in Berlin,

Eberhard von Thadden,

a German career diplomat.

Thadden handles
Jewish affairs

in the foreign ministry.

Adolf Eichmann transports
Jews to their deaths.

Thadden pries them
out of the countries

where they hold
citizenship

and delivers
them to Eichmann.

If you'll come into
this other part
of the apartment,

you'll see that I've
got a splendid bedroom

with an excellent
view of the square

and that they're treating
me with extreme kindness.

Gentlemen,

Let's go.

Allies sardines.

Sardines again,
Uncle Rahm.

Gentlemen,
congratulations

on your successful
visit to Theresienstadt,

and I wish you a very
good journey home.

Prost. Prost. Prost.

The tour has
taken 8 hours,

and history will show
that the 6 month effort

was well worth it.

Some written reports of
the visitors will survive,

and on later reading,

they will be seen to
glow with approbation

of the splendid conditions
in Theresienstadt.

More like an ideal
suburban community,

one will sum up, than
a concentration camp.

After the war,

Franz Hvaas will
be challenged

in the Danish parliament

to explain how he was
duped by the Germans.

Hvass will reply that
he was not fooled.

He'll say that he could
see the visit was staged

and that he turned
in a favorable report

to assure good treatment
of the Danish Jews.

He'll maintain that,
accusing the Germans

of crimes that couldn't
be proven in wartime

would've only
made matters worse

for the Jews still
alive in their hands.

And so, he kept silent

Like many others who
knew and kept silent.

The question
remains, however,

with knowledge of the
great secret massacre

becoming dally
more widespread

how could matters
have been made worse?

They knew it Aaron

They knew it
was all a fake,

You could tell
it in their faces

and they won't do a thing.

Where have you been?

I had to turn back

every toy in the pavilion.

Yeah, they came to
fetch the cognac, too.

They measured
what was left.

They're coming tomorrow
to fetch everything else.

People are
lined up outside

giving back the
food and clothes.

The SS are threatening

to send anyone
keeping anything

straight to the
little fortress

Natalie,

your son has been
taken to the hospital.

What?

What is it?

I don't know. He had
a very high fever.

Just come.

Go ahead.

I'll get dressed and
follow you immediately.

The diagnoses is typhus.

He's been isolated.
You can't see him.

I will. I must.
I'm his mother!

All right, Mrs. Henry.

Come with me.

Mrs. Henry, it's not
wise for you to be here.

Not wise?

He's my child. He's sick.

Mrs. Henry, you know
this was all arranged.

Oh, my god.

I didn't realize.

He's in here.

Oh, Louis.

The fever was brought
on by an injection.

It will be gone shortly,
that I promise you.

By then he'll be
dead and gone.

I didn't know it
would be like this.

I may never see him again.

Please let me
in to see him.

You must maintain
the facade.

You could be
risking everything

your life and his,
if you're seen.

Please just for a moment.

Only for a moment.

Mommy, mommy...

Mommy, mommy.

Darling.

Darling, I love you.

Mommy, I don't
Like it here.

I know

But you must be
a big, brave boy.

I want you to stay.

I can't.

But it will only be
for a Little while,

and then mommy will
come and find you,

and then we won't ever,

ever be away from
each other again.

You must go to sleep now.

And mommy has to go
to the apartment.

Will you sing to me?

On the western front,

the invasion of France

is seriously bogged down.

52,000 Allied troops

are dead or wounded.

But in the Pacific,

the U. S. Naval superiority

is assuming overwhelming
proportions.

In mid-June,

under the command of
Admiral Raymond Spruance,

the U. S. Mounts
the biggest assault

of the Pacific war
in the Marianas

to seize Saipan,

nearby Tinlan,

and recapture Guam,

within bombing
range of Tokyo.

The imperial
Japanese fleet
sails in full force

to oppose
this mortal threat

to the homeland,

and the resulting action

turns into the battle
of the Philippine sea.

The Japanese lose at
least 400 aircraft

and 3 carriers.

In fact, so many enemy
planes are shot down

that the battle will
come to be known as

"The great Marianas
turkey shoot. "

The defeat will
lead to the fall

of the Tojo government,

and the Japanese
will never again

be able to mount an
effective offensive

in the Pacific.

Meanwhile, on the
eastern front,

the Soviet Union,

which launched its attack

with 1,200,000 men,

5,000 tanks,

and 5,000 airplanes,

has, by mid-July,

swept across white Russia

and is marching
deep into Poland,

and the Poles
rise up in arms

to join the Red Army

against their
German oppressors.

July 17, 1944

Field Marshal Erwin Rommel

returns to his
headquarters

from an inspection tour

of his embattled
Normandy front.

We waited and
waited on the 15th

for the signal
from Wolfsschanze.

Everything was
set for Valkyrie

Paris, Vienna, Berlin

everyone on full alert.

You were right there
at the Fuhrer's elbow.

Why didn't you do it?

Himmler never arrived,

so I didn't fuse the bomb.

Next Fuhrer conference
is day after tomorrow.

That's the 20th.

Yes,

July 20th.

Now,

What's this meeting
with Beck about?

I don't know,

but he says it's
very urgent.

You've lost your chance.

Why? I'm going
there again.

Then you haven't heard.

Heard what?

Rommel.

He has been badly wounded.

He may be dead now.

You should have done it

when we still had Rommel.

Now what?

Gisevius.

Is Goerdeler here?

Yes.

Good.

I'm glad you're here.

My informant
in the Gestapo

just told me

that a warrant is being
processed for your arrest.

It's no more than I
expected for months.

Then that settles it.

The whole thing
is unraveling.

2 days from now,

we'll be living in a
different society

a free Germany.

How can you proceed
without Rommel?

Once you're hauled in,

can you withstand a
Gestapo interrogation?

There's your answer.

Our whole enterprise
hangs by a hair.

We've crossed the Rubicon.

It's our last chance.

Rommel or no Rommel

On July 20th,

I'll kill him,

and Valkyrie goes.

Hell Hitler.

Your papers, please.

Thank you.

Hell Hitler.

General Fellgiebel.

Stauffenberg,
good to see you.

Come into the office.

I'm due in the
map room at 1:00.

Are you ready to notify
everyone in Berlin?

Yes.

What about the others?

All telephone, telegraph,
and radio communications

will be cut
immediately after.

How much time
will you have?

10 minutes.

Too short.

No. The bomb mustn't
be discovered.

When will you set it?

Before I go in.

Himmler and Goring
won't be there.

Damn.

No matter.

Roon has returned
from Berlin.

He will be there.

I know,

but it can't be helped.

Fellgiebel,

this will be Germany's
greatest day.

Now I'm to report to
Keitel's' quarters.

Good thing you're
early, Stauffenberg.

The Fuhrer's
conference has been
put forward to 12:30.

Yes. Mussolini will
arrive by train at 2:30,

so military matters will
have to be sped along.

You are requested to
make your report brief.

I will notify you

exactly when I want
you to give it.

Are you ready?

Come along,
Stauffenberg!

It's time!

Certainly, Herr
Field Marshal.

All right, von John.

Allow me, Colonel.

Uh, no, thank you.

Just a moment,
Field Marshal.

I'm out of uniform.

I forgot my cap.

The Field Marshal
is waiting.

The conference
is beginning.

I have misplaced
a report.

I'm an expecting
an urgent call

from my Berlin office

important information
for the Fuhrer.

Summon me when
the call comes.

Ja, Herr von Stauffenberg.

Mein Fuhrer,

Oberst Stauffenberg

has a fine report to make

on the home
army divisions

for east Prussia.

How long?

A Little under 3 minutes.

Oberst Graf
Stauffenberg,

have you seen him?

Yes, Herr Field Marshal.

He Left the building
not a moment ago.

One minute.

The antichrist is dead.

Quickly. Berlin,
now. Valkyrie is on!

Tell them we're
on our way!

What's the
meaning of this?

Raise that barrier!

Can't you see
what's happened?

This is urgent
Fuhrer business!

I'm sorry, sir.

No one passes without
authorization.

Then you shall have it.

Yes.

Colonel Stauffenberg
here, Captain.

They're trying
to prevent me

from passing the
first checkpoint.

Yes.

Yes, I appreciate it.

Thank you, Captain.

Thank you.

Lieutenant, you heard.

I'm allowed to pass.

Raise the barrier.

Lieutenant, the barrier!

Raise the barrier!

Thank you Lieutenant.

Now you will notify
the other checkpoints

of our approach, Driver.

Who was that on
the telephone?

No one.

One more to go.

What was it? A plane?

It was a bomb,
Mein Fuhrer.

Someone planted a bomb.

A bomb?

Seal off the compound!

Let no one leave!

You hear me?

No one leaves!

Oberst Stauffenberg.

I'm to be
allowed through.

Urgent Fuhrer
business in Berlin.

I'm sorry, Oberst.

I have orders

that no one may
Leave the compound.

Your telephone,
Schaufuhrer.

Moellendorff?

This is Oberst
Stauffenberg.

General Fromm is waiting
for me at the airfield.

Are we allowed to
pass checkpoint 3?

Yes.

Yes, thank you,
Hauptmann.

You heard, Schaufuhrer.

We're allowed through.

Excuse me, please, Oberst.

I will have to call

Hauptmann von
Moellendorff myself.

Very well, Schaufuhrer.

By all means, call him.

What are we going to do?

Quiet.

Hauptmann von
Moellendorff.

This is
Schaufuhrer Kolbe

at checkpoint 3.

Is Oberst Stauffenberg
allowed to pass?

Thank you.

Oberst,

you are authorized
to pass.

Thank you, Schaufuhrer.

Raise the barrier!

But you weren't
talking to anyone.

This time I was.

Where's the Fuhrer?

Folgen mir.

Mein Fuhrer.

I came as soon
as I could.

Well?

Nothing serious,
Herr Reichsmarschall,

but you must speak up.

His ears are
slightly injured.

What happened?

A bomb.

A criminal
conspiracy, Goring.

They'll all hang like
butchered cattle.

Who did it?

That crippled Colonel!

With a briefcase bomb!

And escaped to
the airfield!

Stauffenberg?

Can you believe it?

The alarm is out for him.

We'll get him.
We'll get them all.

Now I've got them
where I want them.

Now I can act.

But such a thing?

At our own headquarters?

It is a turn of fate.

After this miracle
of my survival,

it is inconceivable

that our cause should
meet with misfortune.

It will rally
the people to me

Like nothing else.

And it frees my hands.

Prepare a List, Goring,

of those who will die.

With the news that
Hitler escaped
serious injury,

and is still in command

the Stauffenberg
conspiracy

quickly fizzles,

and the Berlin
uprising is crushed.

That same night,

after a few hours
of aborted activity,

Stauffenberg and
some of the others

are apprehended.

Sentenced to death

by an instant
kangaroo court,

they will be
summarily executed.

Long live holy Germany!

And so begins
the bloodbath.

Adolf Hitler
will slaughter

all surviving opposition

more than 5,000 Germans,

most of them innocent

including the
last remnants

of the old aristocracy,

like Count Claus Schenk
von Stauffenberg.

On this same night,

Hitler's global opponent

has a very different
turn of destiny.

I present to
this convention,

for the office

of President of
these United States,

Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

And the banners are
really moving now.

This is the wildest
demonstration

at the convention
thus far.

Chicago stadium is on
fire with enthusiasm

for Roosevelt's
fourth term.

Congratulations,
Mr. President.

It will be by acclamation.

Nominated for
a fourth term.

Every fiber of my being

cries out against
doing this.

But,

Hitler must be
finished off.

July 23.

The war news is
becoming glorious.

A group of German
generals tried
to kill Hitler.

German morale is
clearly cracking.

The Anglo-Americans

are breaking
out of their
Normandy bridgehead,

and the Russians are
driving deep into Poland.

Still, all this does
little to relieve

the macabre gloom
in our flats.

Alas, whose ashes are
those on the shelf?

Natalie has had no
word for a month,

just the grisly
death notice

and then the
horrible delivery

of the small container.

Meantime,

there has been a
miraculous break

here in the ghetto.

The beautification
fake was such a success

that the SS
higher-ups in Berlin

decided to repeat it
and make a film of it

to counteract
the mounting allied
atrocity propaganda,

as Gobbels calls it,

about murder,
camps, gas chambers.

The film is called

the Fuhrer grants
the Jews a town.

Combing the
concentration
camp rosters,

Rahm found a Dutch
Jew filmmaker

who will direct this
fraudulent nonsense.

I am writing the script.

In the film,

the toddlers' home will
be prominently featured.

Good afternoon,
Herr Kommandant.

That brat of
yours was good.

Very good,
your Little brat.

I remember.

Go and get him,

so the director can
hear the song he sang.

Well?

What are you waiting for?

I told you to
bring him out!

I'm sorry,
Herr Kommandant,

but my son,

My son has died.

Died?

Yes. He came down
with the typhus.

Well, uh... ahem.

That's too bad.

Choose another one,
but a lively one,

one who can sing the
Little French song

as well as your kid.

I want it in the film.

Da da da

dee da da

dee da dee da...

remember!

Yes Herr Kommandant.

As you wish.

Viens, Alisse.

Ne pas peur, ma cherie.

What a god-given
reprieve the film is.

It will take a
month to prepare

and at least a
month to shoot.

And If somebody

in the collapsing
Berlin regime

doesn't think of
countermanding it,

the cameras may be
inanely grinding away

when Russian or
American tanks

come crashing through
the Bolseviche gate.

Thank god this once

for the Nazi passion
for crude fraud.

That must be
Douglas McCarthur.

Reasonable guess,
Mr. President.

Shall we go to my
cabin, Chester?

President Roosevelt and
Admiral Chester Nimitz

await the
arrival of General
Douglas McCarthur.

To be discussed,

the future strategy
of the Pacific war.

Douglas, where do
we go from here?

The Philippines,
Mr. President.

Leyte first, then Luzon.

Well, Admiral?

Japan has no oil and
precious Little food.

She brings it all
in from the south,

from the Indies
and into China.

Cork that bottle,

and she can't
go on fighting.

How cork that bottle?

Bypass the Philippines.

Land on Formosa,

or even, as Spruance
has suggested,

Okinawa.

Interdict all jap shipping

with sea and air power.

Collapse and surrender
has to follow.

National honor demands

we first Liberate
the Philippines.

Allow me to quote
Admiral King.

That would be
slowing up the war

for mere
sentimental reasons.

National honor is
a strong sentiment.

Can you take
the Philippines

with the forces
you've got?

I can't spare
anything from Europe

when at Last we've
got Hitler on the run.

If Nimitz will support me
with his fast carriers,

I will take
the Philippines,
Mr. President.

Well,

it will all be up to the
joint chiefs, of course.

I'll have my rest now,

and then, I shall return

To this subject.

A sea voyage doesn't
make me snap back

the way it used to.

You are lucky to be alive.

And so are you.

At least you were
wounded in battle.

Such an idiotic
mistake, such bungling.

I was always against it.

He should have
been arrested

and brought to trial.

Now he's a wounded hero.

But now also.

The world knows there
is opposition to him.

Possibilities may open
up for ending the war.

On the contrary.
I know the man.

After he gets through

killing off
the opposition,

he'll fight until not
a house in Germany

is Left standing.

This fiasco means
the war will drag on

at Least for another year.

Then god help Germany.

Amen.

Major General
Helmut Stieff.

This fellow takes a good
Long while to croak.

He's giving us
quite a rope dance.

Ha ha ha!

How many more did
you say there were?

7, Mein Fuhrer.

I want this film shown

in all army headquarters

and every
officers' school.

Gentlemen,

this is what
happens to traitors.

General Lieutenant
von Hase.

Lu.

Lu.

In a quarter of an hour.

I'll be dead.

But, father

Why did you never
say anything?

I never suspected.

I did not intend
for you to suspect.

In view of my
services in Africa,

they say I have my choice

a trial for high treason.

Or dying of poison.

They brought the
stuff with them.

It's fatal in 3 seconds.

The story will be
a brain seizure.

And I will get,

get a state funeral.

No steps will be taken

against my
family or staff.

In the life of a soldier,

there's a very
difficult line

between military loyalty,

carrying out orders
no matter what.

And criminal stupidity.

Manfred.

Never be a soldier.

Ich muss ihm ihre
waffe bitten,

Herr Feldmarschall.

August 18, 1944.

Filming has begun.

Besides performing in
my own library sequence,

I've been rewriting the
script night and day

under the interminable
meddling of Rahm.

Thank god for the film,

because
Eisenhower's armies

are once again
doing brilliantly.

They've broken out of
their Normandy entrapment

and are now racing
across France.

This war could
end any day now.

It was during one
of the rehearsals

that I received the news

that made this
the brightest day

in all my years.

Oh, thank god.
He's alive.

He looks so well,

so beautiful.

Thank god.

Yes. Thank god, indeed.

And Berel Jastrow.

The Allied triumphant
dash across
France continues.

On August 25th,
Paris is liberated.

At the same time,
the Red Army,

with the support of

Titus' Yugoslav
partisans,

is driving deep
into the Balkans.

By the end of the month,

Romania and the Plolestl
oil fields fall.

Bulgaria withdraws.

Elsewhere, Finland
capitulates,

and by September 1 st,

the red army stands on
the Bulgarian frontier,

before the iron
gate of the Danube.

Meanwhile, Field
Marshal Montgomery's

combined British
and Canadian forces

smash into Belgium
and Holland.

September 3rd.
Brussels falls.

Antwerp... the
following day.

And Patton's third
army takes Verdun.

On the western
front alone,

German armies have
lost over a million men

in killed, wounded,
and captured.

And almost all

of their tanks,
artillery, and trucks.

And as the month of
September unfolds,

American forces reach
the German border,

before Aachen,
on the Moselle,

but there they stop.

And in the east,

the Russian sweep
across Poland

is finally halted
at the Vistula,

opposite Warsaw.

Overextended supply lines

and stiffening
German resistance

finally brings the
whole Allied offensive

to a grinding halt.

The astounded
German high command

calls it the
September miracle.

But elsewhere in Poland,

the Red Army has overrun
a vast extermination camp

called Majdanek.

The Russians bring
in 30 correspondents

for the world's
first glimpse

of the final solution.

But the BBC refuses
to run the story,

dismissing it as a
Soviet propaganda stunt,

and the American press
is just as skeptical.

Inconceivable,

says the New York
Herald Tribune.

And Majdanek is burled
on the back pages.

We'll lose this Line.

It doesn't mean
anything anymore.

You have 5 days to
finish the film,

and not a day more.

But, Herr Kommandant,
we will not be able

to photograph
your best scenes.

Photograph what you can.

5 days.

Finish.

The Majdanek exposures.

Moscow radio's been
endlessly rebroadcasting

the horrible details.

Our reprieve expires
in Less than a week.

Then what?

September 25, 1944.

5 a. m.

The fourth transport

since the end of
filming 11 days ago

leaves in a few hours,

and that will be the end

of my Theresienstadt
Talmud class,

for Yurl, Joshua,
and Jan are going.

We stayed up all
night studying

because the boys wanted
to learn until the last.

As dawn began to break,

I closed the old volume,

Joshua, the brightest
of my 3 remaining lads,

asked me a question

that abruptly yanked
me back to the present.

Rabbi,

are we all going
to be gassed?

No. No, Joshua.

You're going to be
joining your father.

And you boys,
Yuri and Jan,

your elder brothers,

at a building
project near Dresden.

That is what we
of the council

have been informed,

and I firmly believe
it to be true.

The fifth transport?

You said the
Germans promised

the fourth was the Last.

Ordered not 2 hours after
the fourth one Left.

1,100 people.

We've been working on
the lists for hours.

Whole families
will be broken up.

Large numbers of the sick

and women with small
children will have to go.

If Louis was here,

I'd probably
have to go, too.

Well, I will not
yield to despair.

Hitler's Reich is falling.

The civilized world

may yet
smash into the lunatic
enclave of Nazi Europe

in time to save our realm.

No matter what happens,

I'm going to survive.

And I'm going
to find Louis.

Dearest Victor,

I'm sorry, darling,

but I'm going to write
about nothing but death.

3 shocks have struck
in just 2 weeks.

Duncan Berne-Wilke
has died,

swept away by pneumonia.

The other 2 Philip Rule
and Leslie Slote.

Dear god, I'm tortured
by guilt over Duncan.

If I'd stayed
on at Stoneford,

cared for him,
said nothing,

maybe he wouldn't have
sickened and died.

But I'll never
know, will I?

Oh, Victor, this fall has
been altogether awful.

The buzz bombs
were bad enough,

but these new horrors

huge rockets that
fall without a sound

have thrown
us into a funk.

After all the
wretched years of war,

after the great
Normandy landings

and the sweep
through France

with Victory
apparently days away,

we're back in the blitz.

It's just too damned much,

the sirens, the
all night fires,

the explosions,
the rubble,

the civilian death lists

all over again

ghastly.

It was a V-2 rocket

that killed
Phil Rule, poor thing.

It blew the newsmen's pub
he haunted to smithereens,

leaving nothing
but a crater.

And Leslie Slote.

Another pointless death.

Perhaps a tragically
predictable end

to those sudden
heroics of his.

Dying in a Brittany port

that Eisenhower's had
already bypassed,

leaving the German
garrison to wither.

A death of sheer waste.

Oh, Victor, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scribble

such a depressing
letter to you.

I might have
good news later

If my resignation from
the Waafs is accepted

and I can join you.

It's in the works.

Horribly unpatriotic,

but I may just
pull it off.

I don't really
expect to be knocked
on head by a V-2.

If I should be,

it's a quick,
painless exit

from this crazed world.

I only want to
live to love you.

Everything else is gone,

but that's enough
to build on for me.

All my love, Pamela.

Come in.

Admiral,
Captain Oliver reports

we'll moor at 0830 in
Ulithi, north Anchorage.

Very well.

Op-order and filing briefs

for Admiral Halsey's
battle conference, sir.

Set for 1030 aboard
the New Jersey.

Order my barge at 0830.

Aye, aye, sir.

We have a harbor
circuit dispatch

from the Barracuda's
commanding officer

in the south Anchorage.

The Barracuda?

He requests
permission to see you.

Isn't your son the
X-EC of the Barracuda?

He is... or he was,
the Last I heard.

Reply C. O. Barracuda.

My barge will
fetch you 1700.

Dinner my quarters.

Aye-aye, sir.

Gentlemen, the japs
are hardily likely

to stand idly by

while McCarthur
recaptures the Philippines

and cuts off all that
oil, metal, food.

I'm betting they'll send

every warship they've got

to stop those
Leyte landings.

And if they don't,

I may just have to go
out looking for them.

Now's the time to
finish the japs

now, when they're
losing their grip,

even with their tails.

Mick Carney will take
questions on the op-order.

Marc Mitscher.

At the Marianas
turkey shoot,

we Let the jap
fleet escape

because our mission
was to protect
the Saipan Landings.

That was Admiral
Spruance's decision.

Will it happen again?

I'll answer that.

Let me read to
you, gentlemen,

verbatim from Admiral
Nimitz' directive to me.

Your battle force
will cover and support

forces under
General McCarthur

in the seizure
of objectives

in the Philippines.

However... however,

in case opportunity
for destruction

of major portions
of the enemy fleet

is offered or
can be created,

such destruction becomes
the primary task.

I had one hell of a job

getting that put into my
orders for Leyte gulf.

But there it stands.

Therefore, we know why
we're going to Leyte.

To annihilate the
Japanese fleet

if opportunity offers.

This time, they
don't escape.

Pug Henry.

Well, I'm sort
of junior here

Fresh blood, gentlemen.

Go ahead.
Speak your piece.

Spruance stayed
close to Saipan

to prevent the japs
making an end run

and wiping
out the landing.

That was his reasoning.

Well, don't we run
such a risk here again?

Pug, when we get
through hitting them,

there won't be any japs
to make an end run.

Admiral, your barge
is approaching.

Request permission
to come aboard.

Permission granted.

Admiral.

Commander.

Log my visitor aboard.

Commanding officer
of the Barracuda,

Lieutenant Commander
Byron Henry, USNR.

Aye, aye, sir.

When did all this happen?

As a matter of fact,
only 3 days ago.

The size of the Iowa,
dad, what a beauty.

Yeah, she's put together
Like a Swiss watch.

Maybe we'll mosey
around Later.

I'm pretty tight for time.

Come on over here.

You don't get a view like
that from a submarine.

Doesn't it beat
anything in history?

Eisenhower's
fleet was bigger

for crossing to Normandy,

but for striking
power you're right

the earth has never
seen its like.

Think the japs will come?

Halsey's tongue
is hanging out,

hoping they will.

Well, if they do,

Halsey will cream them.

We outnumber them,
but they're tricky.

If they manage to crush
McCarthur's Landing,

it becomes a
different war.

Come on, let's
go have dinner.

Some setup.

It beats a desk
in Washington.

Yeah.

Who is that?

Isn't that Pam Tudsbury?

Byron, it's a long story.

I'll explain over dinner.

It's your Life.

I don't think it needs
much explanation.

I think I wrote
you about this.

Oh, the Red Cross
photo. Yeah.

Well, they both
certainly look very well.

How big that boy is.

It was taken in June.

God knows what's
happened since.

Red Cross ignores
my letters.

The State Department's
a total blank.

Well, just seeing this
does my heart good.

Sit down. We'll
have dinner.

No, thanks. I'd
better get back.

We sortie at 0500.

Byron, dinner
takes 15 minutes.

Ok. 15 minutes.

I'll see to it.

Aren't you one of the
first reserve skippers

in the whole
submarine fleet?

Being your son didn't
hurt my chances much.

You had to have
the record.

How did it happen?

The skipper took sick

out on station off Sibutu.

I figured subpac
would send out a C. O.,

but they sent an EX. O.
I got the orders.

I'm still not used to it.

You still have
mom's picture

that used to be
in that frame?

If you do, I'll take it.

I have it, but not here.

What happened
between you 2 anyway?

Well, son,

the war.

Uh-huh.

Did mom ask
for the divorce

to marry this Peters,

or did you because of her?

Briny, don't Look
for someone to blame.

About Pamela.

She's young. I know that.

It may not come off, but I

I said it's your Life.

Ok?

I'm sorry you're taking it

I came for a
shot in the arm.

Instead, I get this.

Briny, what is it?

I don't know if I'm
fit for command.

Comsubpac thinks you are.

Comsubpac can't
Look into my mind.

What's your problem?

Possible instability
under combat stress.

Briny, you're
cool by nature,

under severest
stress. I know that.

I Lost Aster.

You did what you could.

Briny

This whole thing with
Natalie and Louis

is making me nuts.

And your divorce

hasn't helped
matters either.

I can take the Barracuda

back to Saipan and
ask for relief

or go out on a
Lifeguard station

off Formosa for
the air strikes.

What do I do?

Only you can make
that decision.

You were willing to
decide my life for me.

If you hadn't pushed
me into sub school,

flown to Miami the day
I proposed to Natalie

and forced the issue,

she and Louis wouldn't
be in Europe now,

if they're alive.

Briny, I regret
what I did.

At the time,
it seemed right.

Ok. Ok. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
brought it up.

Briny, when I was
in bad shape myself,

I requested the
Northhampton.

To me, a command at sea
made life more bearable,

because it was
so all-absorbing.

I'm not a
professional like you.

I better get
back to my boat.

There's something else.

My EX. O.'s
an academy man.

Taking orders from
me grates on him.

Judge him by his
performance at sea,

not what he feels.

Well, I guess this is it.

Briny, we may be headed

to the greatest sea
fight in history,

both of us.

Good luck and
good hunting.

Goodbye, dad.

Request permission to
leave the ship, sir.

Permission granted.

The U. S. Sixth army,

with massive
naval support,

lands more than
100,000 troops

inside Leyte gulf.

And so General
Douglas McCarthur's

21/2 year-old promise

"I shall return,"
is fulfilled.

In a desperate gamble
to smash the invasion,

Japan orders nearly its
entire fleet to sea.

And on the morning
of October 23rd,

the curtain rises

on the most massive
fleet battle

in the history
of naval warfare.

In addition to
her warships,

Japan has dispatched
a new weapon to Leyte

The divine wind

kamikaze plots,

whose suicidal plunges

into their targets will,
before the war is over,

sink 34 U. S. Ships
and damage 290 others.

The battle will rage
4 days and 4 nights

across 1,000 square miles
of Philippine waters.

Inexcusable blunders will
be made on both sides.

But in the end,

the Japanese are finally
defeated and turned back,

while the McCarthur
landings go unscathed.

American Leyte losses

amount to fewer
than 10 vessels.

The Japanese lose
3 battleships,

4 aircraft carriers,

5 heavy cruisers,

and more than 14
lesser warships.

For the imperial navy,

it is the final disaster.

Beaten and broken,

that fleet will
never sail again.

This strange and
tarnished victory

only proves to me

the subhuman
stupidly of warfare

in our age of
science and industry.

The technology and means

now dwarf the results.

Ether war is
finished, or we are.

Theresienstadt
is a desolate

and terrible scene.

Perhaps 12,000
people are left,

and any hope of rescue

by the stalled
allied armies

has sadly faded.

In less than a month,

since the filming ended,

the trains have taken
away almost 20,000.

I've lost
track of how many

I've condemned to the
east by my own hand.

All those who have gone
were under the age of 55.

Above that age,
one is still safe.

There is no hot food,

not even the wretched
slops of yesterday.

Garbage piles up

because there is no
one left to remove It.

The hospitals are empty

for all the sick
were transported.

The gimcrackery of
the beautification

is falling apart in
the harsh weather.

The music that was once

so much a part of dally
life here is vanished.

Despite dire
warnings by the SS,

the old people pilfer

the planks of what
is left for firewood.

There have been other
changes as well.

The new high
elder who replaced

the mysteriously
vanished Epstein

is his old deputy, Dr.
Murmelsteln of Vienna,

the former rabbi and
university lecturer.

I'm sure the SS put him up

to designating me
as his chief deputy.

He worked on me for hours

with a wearisome
flood of arguments.

Only this office stands
between our people

and the cruel hand
of the Germans.

As for myself,

who has worked
more unceasingly

to reduce hardship
and to save lives,

often times at
great personal risk.

Those efforts
must continue,

and I must have your help.

Whatever good this
council of elders

has been able to do
to help our people,

it was never very much.

All we're doing now

is trying to
save our necks.

Selfishly trying to
postpone our own fate.

By organizing and sending
out the transports

no!

I simply will no longer
be a party to it.

I refuse to be deputy
to your dirty work.

I'm done with it for good.

You realize what you risk?

I've lived my Life.

Whatever my frail
old body must endure,

I'm prepared to risk it.

Professor, I am
utterly incapable

of continuing on alone.

You don't know the
burdens of this office.

They are overpowering.

I was counting
on your help.

I respect you more

than anyone else
in the ghetto

You, a scholar like me.

If the burdens
of this office

are too great for you,

do the same thing as I do.

Lay them down.

And as for your
flattering regard for me,

well, perhaps the SS

will arrange for us
2 fellow scholars

to share the same
train together

on our journey
to the east.

Good day to you.

My words to Murmelsteln
were no false bravado.

I have not become
any braver,

but there really are
things worse than pain,

worse than dying.

Besides,

a Jew in the
grip of Germans

probably has no
way in the long run

of escaping pain or death,

unless the outside
world rescues him.

He may as well
do what is right.

We leave on the
28th of October

on the 11th transport.

I'm ready to go,

but I had hoped

that your job in
the mica factory

would continue
to protect you.

Of course, I can go
back to Murmelstein,

say that I acted
too hastily,

I've thought it over.

No.

You must go on living,
for Louis' sake.

I don't want you
to protect me

by sending Jews
off in trains.

We both know that the
transports will go

in any case.

Not by your hand.

From the Taimud, my dear.

"Let yourself be killed

But do not kill. "

Sounds like common
decency to me.

Yes. It is.

I, Aaron Jastrow
the Jew,

in my 72nd year, am
going to my death.

I have heard that
strong young people

are spared to
work in Oswiecim,

so my niece may survive.

I began this
record of a journey

aboard a vessel docked
in Naples harbor

in December, 1941.

Mischance and misjudgments

brought myself
and my niece

to Theresienstadt.

Here I have seen
German barbarism

and duplicity
with my own eyes,

and have tried to
record the truth

the best I could.

Millions of Jews,
I now believe,

have already perished
at German hands.

A million or more of these

must have been
little children.

The world will
be a long time

fathoming this fact
about human nature,

this thing that the
Germans have done.

I am terribly
afraid of dying.

I am bowed to the ground

by the tragedy
of my people,

but I have experienced

a strange,
bitter happiness

in Theresienstadt

that I missed as an
American professor

and a fashionable author
living in a Tuscan villa.

Degraded, hungry,

oppressed,
beaten, frightened,

I found my god and
my self-respect.

I have taught bright-eyed,

sharp-minded Jewish
boys the Talmud.

I don't know whether
one of them still lives,

but the words
of the Talmud

lived on our lips and
burned in our minds.

I was born to
carry that flame.

Now I will
return to Oswiecim,

and there the Jew's
journey will end.

I am ready.

These scattered notes,

much more than anything
else I have written,

must serve as the mark
over the emptiness

that will be my grave.

Hopefully, someday they
will be discovered,

but probably not until
long after the war,

when wreckers or
renovators may come

and let sunlight into
the walls and crevices

of these mournful
old buildings.

Earth, cover
not their blood.

Aaron Jastrow,

October the 28th,
1944, Theresienstadt.

The last transport
to Auschwitz.

Knowing the war is lost,

SS Chief Heinrich Himmler,

in a desperate attempt
to save his own neck,

is about to order
the gassings halted,

but bureaucratic delay
in reversing policy

will allow this
last train to roll.

Dr. Jastrow!

You will ride up ahead

in the passenger coach.

I'd rather stay
with my niece.

Don't argue.

Who are you?

He's one of the
elders, Leon Carmel.

Head of the
transport section.

Go where you are told.

Einsteigen. Sei mutig.

Keep up your spirits.

Here.

The SS?

Go.

Oh, Dr. Jastrow.

May I take your
bag for you?

Thank you very much.

Please, sit down.

Why are we traveling
with the SS?

We are the prominents,

aren't we?

Well,

it will be a
long journey.

3 days.

You're being
transported?

You?

Ha.

I signed my
own gray card.

What have you
heard, Natalie?

Where are we
supposed to be going?

I don't know.

Direction of Dresden,
the Germans said.

To a work camp.

You believe the Germans?

We will watch the
stations we pass.

Dresden is north.

We will soon know.

So long as it's
not Auschwitz.