All language subtitles for V Of Love And War

And now, the news at noon.
This is the BBC.

Command reports that
last night's raid on Berlin

caused substantial damage
to the German capital.

Nine of our bombers are missing.
All the rest have now returned safely.

The Air Ministry announces
that forces of RAF bombers

attacked selected military objectives
in the Berlin area last night.

Fires and explosions resulted

and it is estimated that
considerable damage was done.

The raid lasted between
two and three hours.

Our bombers made direct hits
on important military targets...

Oh, my God, you came back!

What the devil?
What are you doing here?

Your charwoman let me in.
I'm absent without leave.

I should be court-martialed and shot.
I shouldn't have sat here for a week.

Good heavens, Captain Henry,
you do reek of rum.

That's the debriefing.

They give you a big breakfast,
a lot of rum, and you talk.

How about this?

Is this the reward
for the conquering hero?

Exactly.

- It was bad, wasn't it?
- It was long.

Do you want anything?
A drink? Food?

A drink, I guess.
And I could use a little sleep.

I thought as much.

I've turned your bed down
and drawn the curtains.

I'll take that.

Now, you get into your pajamas,
and I'll fetch the drinks.

Yes, ma'am.

I thought I'd try to call Pug tonight.

We won't make New York
much before 8:00.

- That's 2:00 a.m. London time.
- Well, I can call him tomorrow.

We really stayed too late
at the submarine school,

but it was such a joy to see Byron
looking so well and doing so well.

Pug will be delighted.

I'm ever so grateful to you
for driving me there.

I had business in New London.
It worked out perfectly.

Besides, any time I can be with you,
Rhoda, it's a pleasure.

You wanna stop for dinner? Or maybe
try one of these little tea places.

Oh, I'd love some tea. Thank you.

- It looks charming.
- Yeah.

How wonderfully cozy this place is.

It's too bad we can't stay here.

Maybe we can.

- Captain Henry. Captain Henry.
- Yeah.

Captain Vance called. You're wanted
at your embassy at quarter to 6.

- What time is it now?
- Five.

I'm making you something to eat.

Where'd you get food?
There's nothing in there but beer.

I went out and bought it.

Hey.

What the sam hill?
Where and how did you get all this?

I'm a London alley cat,
I know where to forage.

Now, sit down, captain.
We don't have much time.

- Some potatoes?
- Thank you.

Well, rather hungry at that,
weren't you?

That was the best meat,
bread and wine I ever tasted.

You exaggerate.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I want to make up for the stupid way
I behaved before you left.

I'm glad I went, Pam.
It was the right decision.

Well, now that you're back,
no argument.

- My apologies.
- You're forgiven.

Good.

Do you know that I fell for you
on the Bremen?

Did you have any inkling of it?

I must be pretty dumb.
I hadn't the faintest notion.

In Berlin, I was hard put
not to try my luck with you.

I knew it was impossible.
You're devoted to your wife.

Yes, the Rock of Gibraltar.

When you opened that door
a few hours ago

I came close to believing in God.

Well, I've developed a high regard
for a London alley cat, myself.

I'm glad.

I should be sorry to think that my grand
passion was totally unrequited.

If you'll unhand me,
I'll serve the coffee.

They're waiting for you
at your embassy.

What will you do?
Go back to Oxbridge?

I thought I'd telephone.
What will you do?

I have to find out what
Blinker Vance wants first.

- Shall I wait for your call?
- Do that.

All right.

Now, damn it, Pug.

That was one blamed fool excursion
of yours over Berlin.

We don't want to give
the Army the notion

that the Navy trains
goofy daredevils.

However, I've talked to General
Fitzgerald and General Anderson,

and I told them that I knew you
from war plans

and that you're a good man.

Now, shall we get at it?

Captain Henry,
you've been an observer here.

You've sent optimistic reports to the
president advising all-out assistance.

Not wholly optimistic, sir,
but recommending full assistance, yes.

We're proceeding to a dinner with
some British admirals and generals.

We have a list of material they want.
It would strip our forces clean.

Point is, we have to cable
specific recommendations

to the president within five days.

That's the hot potato
we've been handed, Pug.

So let's get down to business.
Suppose the British do hold out.

Suppose Hitler doesn't invade.
What then?

I can give you the official line, admiral.

Hold Hitler in 1940.
Pass him in air power in '41.

Shoot the Luftwaffe
out of the skies in '42 and '43.

Bomb factories and cities to bits
if they don't surrender.

Invade and conquer in 1944.

With what?

Ten, 15 divisions against 200?

Actually, it's somewhat
simpler than that.

Just hang on until we get in.

Now you're talking.
But can they hang on?

I've seen their invasion defenses,

I visited their fleet,
still the finest in the world.

They've held their own with
superior aviators and advanced radar.

They've even started installing
that stuff in night fighters.

Hang on?
Yes, sir, I believe they can.

Well, I say this, Moose,
your man makes a case.

We've got to come across anyhow,
since that's what Mr. Big wants.

The least we can do
is make some tradeoffs.

Like that cavity thing you wrote
the president about.

And that airborne radar.

Right. At least get something
for our money.

But I'm warning you,

if the British fold and this stuff
winds up in German hands,

all who take part
in these transactions

stand a good chance of hanging from
a lamppost on Constitution Avenue.

Let's be on our way.
Our British cousins await.

I'll be right along.

And Pug...

...well done.

Those limeys are holding the fort,
we've gotta help them.

Trouble is, the big crunch comes
when they run out of dollars.

But the big boss
is a slippery customer.

I'm sure he'll figure out a way
to just give them the stuff.

It's good Rhoda didn't know
about the bomber ride.

Next time I recommend you take
a little better care of your tail.

- Aye, sir.
- Let's go.

- How did it go?
- All right.

There's a dispatch here
for you from BuPers.

Transportation has a priority for you
available to Lisbon on the 14th.

Grab it.

Say, maybe you and
that nice little Tudsbury girl

can have a farewell dinner with
Lady Maude and me tomorrow night.

- Hello?
- Pamela?

Glad you called. In a quarter
of an hour I'd have been gone.

- Gone where?
- I talked to Oxbridge.

They're being broadminded.
If I come back tonight, all is forgiven.

They're short-handed
and expect heavy raids,

so I really must go back.

Of course you must.

You're lucky you're not
getting shot for desertion.

A WAAF has a certain amount
of emotional rope to use up.

But I think this time I've really done it.
I'll get another pass in a week or so.

We can see each other then.

Pamela, I'm going back
to Berlin day after tomorrow.

And then to Washington.
Blinky Just gave me the news.

Pamela?

I'm still here.

Day after tomorrow, is it?

That's right.

You wouldn't want me to desert two
more days and take what comes?

I'll do it. I will.

That's no way to win a war.

No.

No, it isn't.

Well, this is an unexpected
goodbye then.

Oh, our paths will cross again.

Do you think so?

Well, I believe Ted's alive,
and he's coming back

so I'll probably be married then

and that will be far more easy
and proper all around.

All the same...

...today was one of
the happiest in my life.

That's unchangeable now.

I'll never forget it, Pam.

I'll never forget one minute of it.

Won't you?

Good. Neither will I.

Some hours of joy weigh
against a whole lifetime, don't they?

At least I think they do.

Well, goodbye, Captain Henry.

Safe Journeyings.

Goodbye, Pamela.
I hope Ted makes it.

This wicked man, this monstrous
product of former wrongs and shame

has now resolved to try
to break our famous island race

by a process of indiscriminate
slaughter and destruction.

What he has done is to kindle
a fire in British hearts

here and all over the world

which will glow
long after all traces

of the conflagration he has caused
in London have been removed.

He has lighted a fire

which will burn with a steady
and consuming flame

until the last vestiges of Nazi tyranny

have been burnt out of Europe.

You have been listening
to the prime minister...

Marvelous phrasemaker, that man.

And now, back to our
regularly scheduled program.

Do you think they'll actually hold off
the Germans, Palmer?

What does Pug say?

He wrote a pessimistic letter
when he first arrived.

He hasn't written again.

Well, I suppose I should give up tea
seeing as it was my downfall.

If only I could plead
having been drunk,

but I was sober
as a minister's wife.

Oh, my.

Rhoda, I don't think of myself
as a home-wrecker,

especially not of a military man
serving abroad.

Well, dear, I don't think of myself
as a scarlet woman.

It must be the war, Palmer.

With Hitler bestriding Europe
and London burning to the ground,

all the old ideas seem...

...I don't know,
trivial or something.

I have to go to Denver.

A buyer turned up for my house,
offered a tremendous price.

But you love that house.

It sounds heavenly
and all the old memories...

Well, Anne's dead,
the children are gone.

I kind of rattle around in the place,
and yet my friends are there.

It's a perfect place to live, to have
children and grandchildren visit.

If I had a wife, I wouldn't sell it.

What do you think, Rhoda?

Palmer. Oh, heavenly days...

We wouldn't have stayed at Mrs.
Murchinson's if I hadn't felt this way.

Oh, my Lord. I'm proud and happy
that you think of me like this.

But, Palmer...

Is it that you want to make
an honest woman of me?

That's terribly gallant,
but unnecessary.

Rhoda, Pug's an admirable man,
and you're a wonderful woman,

but there was a rift in your marriage
before we ever met. There had to be.

Before I ever knew Pug,

I saw him play as a Navy fullback.

- Rhoda...
- No, Palmer, let me go on.

Maybe I'll collect myself.

Oh, he was a husky fellow.

Aggressive, exciting,
darting all over the field.

And then, my stars,
he burst on me in Washington.

The war was on.

He looked dashing in blue and gold,
I must say.

Oh, he courted the way
he played football.

He was funny too.

Pug had a droll sense of humor,
you know?

All the other boys
I went with were just from...

...the same old Washington crowd.

Cut out of the same cookie cutter,
you might say.

But Pug...

Oh, he was different.

He is. He still is.

Oh, I...

I know he loves me.

The thing is...

...he is so Navy.

Why, that man left me standing at our
wedding reception for a half an hour

while he drove his
commanding officer to the train.

That's Pug Henry for you.

And yet, in 30 years, he...

Oh, God.

Now, for the very first time,
I suddenly feel very, very wretched.

Rhoda...

I'm sorry.

You go, darling.

You go along to Denver.

As far as I'm concerned,
you sell that house.

I just think you might...

...regret it one day.

Yes, I'll go.

But I'm taking the house
off the market.

Through the early days of September,
England braces for invasion

while enduring the Nazi
terror bombing of London.

At the same time, Churchill
continues to hurl his RAF

at Hitler's invasion fleet
assembling across the Channel

in harbors from Ostend
to Cherbourg.

Five transport steamers
heavily damaged by air attack.

One invasion barge sunk.
And a munition train blown up.

Time is running out
for Operation Sea Lion,

the German invasion of Britain.

Hitler must either go or not go
within the next two weeks

or the weather over the Channel
will make it uncrossable.

But Hitler vacillates,
and the world waits for his decision.

Mein Fuehrer, it is obvious the RAF
is in no way defeated.

In fact, their increasing activity is
destroying the invasion fleet at anchor.

To mount Operation Sea Lion without
control of the air over English ports

would be suicide.

One moment.

I will guarantee total control of the air
over the Channel for Sea Lion.

Reich marshal, you once guaranteed
that if a single bomb ever fell on Berlin,

the German people
could call you Meyer.

You are addressing the deputy leader
of National Socialism,

my successor, should I fall in battle.

Party comrade Reich Marshal Goering
has smashed the British in the air.

Magnificent performance,
above all praise.

Mein Fuehrer, the army is ready.

Get us over there.

The army will undertake
to march to London

more quickly than we did to Warsaw.

I do not want to march to London!

Destroying the British Empire
was never my aim.

It's a stabilizing influence in the world.
I said that in Mein Kampf.

Let them recognize my hegemony

and cede us some suitable colonies.

They can keep their empire.

In any event, England is finished,
beaten, down on her knees.

London burns,
the British harbors burn.

Out in the Atlantic, British ships
go down under our torpedoings,

more and more every day.

Churchill... is finished.

I know what you're thinking.

Why then does Churchill
not surrender?

I'll tell you why.

Because he still has two hopes,
America and Russia.

From America I have nothing to fear.

A mongrel country filled with niggers
and Jews, always in turmoil.

But the Soviet Union,
that's a different story.

Stalin waits like a spider for me
to get embroiled in a Channel crossing.

He's praying for just that.

While I was busy conquering France,
he grabbed a piece of Romania

and marched the Red Army
to within 100 miles of Ploiesti,

my only source of oil!

And I stand 600 miles from Ploiesti.

So I give you now the new...

...and most secret objective
of the armed forces.

Operation Sea Lion
is postponed indefinitely.

You will make all preparations

to smash the Soviet Union in a quick,
all-out summer campaign.

One colossal stroke in the east.
Smash Russia in six weeks

and so bring England finally
to her senses and end the war.

All forces...

...will report readiness to me
not later than February 15, 1941.

The Soviet Union?

Jodl...

...it is a two-front war.
The old nightmare.

The one thing he pledged
never to do.

He is a supreme military genius.
He has always been right.

Now, when our armed forces
are at their peak,

now is the time to settle with Russia.

It is a grand prospect.

We fight at last for a great cause,

for Christian civilization
against Bolshevism.

Do we?

Or do we turn east because
Goering has not frightened

the English into surrender?

And because our leader
fears the water?

Mr. Slote.

Mr. Slote.

- Mr. Slote.
- Here.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Hello, Leslie, it's Bunky.
How goes it by the old seashore?

- Oh, mighty dull, Bunky. What's up?
- Oh, not much.

It's just that I believe that you've
mentioned a girl named

Natalie Jastrow?

Yes, I have. What about her?

Well, a girl by that name is sitting
across from me right now.

Hello, old Slote.
I thought you were going to Moscow.

Hello, Jastrow.

Natalie.

Hello.

Let's have a good look at you.

No change.
Maybe a little more rested.

Why isn't Aaron with you?
What are you doing here?

Byron's arriving tomorrow
on a submarine.

Come on, Leslie,
come buy me a drink.

At the desk, yes.

I'm surprised he made it through
that submarine school.

He just squeaked by.
This is his first long cruise.

The submarine's stopping here,
and you'll think I'm rattlebrained,

but he wrote and told me
to come, and here I am.

Nothing you do really
surprises me, sweetheart.

Thank you. Listen, tell me the truth.

Is Aaron in Siena because of the
foul-up, or is he dragging his feet?

Both. The consul's being impossible,

but Aaron, I think,
secretly doesn't mind at all.

He's in more danger than he realizes.

Maybe you and I together
can shake him free.

- But you're going to Moscow.
- I have 30 days' leave.

What if I went to Rome with you?

I still have a few friends
in that embassy.

Oh, that'd be marvelous.

- To Rome.
- To Rome.

- Hello.
- Bunky, you're in time for a drink.

- Waiter.
- I ordered it, double Canadian.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, Natalie, here's that
list I promised you.

I'm afraid you'll agree that
that effectively kills that notion.

Getting all this stuff together
would take months.

I've seen it done in one month,
but six to eight weeks is more usual.

Thank you. For some reason,
the Portuguese government

doesn't want foreigners
to get married here.

Thinking of getting married?

It was something Byron wrote about,
so I thought I'd check it out.

I mean, obviously, it's impossible,

not that I thought it was
all that hot an idea anyway.

God...

...Lisbon gives me the creeps.

40,000 desperate people
trying to get out of the net.

I've seen most of the faces here
at our legation.

Not what we bargained for when we
went to Foreign Service school, is it?

Get rid of that Quaker conscience
or you're gonna crack up.

Forty thousand people.
Forty thousand.

Suppose we admitted them all.
What difference would it make?

I won't defend our immigration laws,
but you have to draw the line.

What if there were no laws?

Foreigners would flood the economy,
start a revolution.

He's talking about a few
right here in Lisbon,

mostly Jews who have escaped
the Germans, that's all.

Tried to escape.

The Germans could take
Portugal overnight.

If you want to see the head
of the Gestapo in Lisbon,

he's just walking in now.

And with him is the
German ambassador.

Is he the one with the scar?

No, I don't...
I don't know who that one is.

Though he's undoubtedly Gestapo.

Lisbon is a very sad and horrible place.

I want another.

Why don't we go to my room
and drink? Then we go to dinner.

No, I have an appointment
for dinner.

Well, I wanna go up
and change my shirt and all that.

Go ahead. I have to wait for a call
about the sub.

I'll sit here and have another
with Miss Natalie.

All right, I'll see you later.
I'll leave the door open.

Hello. I'm here.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

You like these rooms?
Fit for a rajah.

Legation had it for a petroleum bigwig.
He didn't show, I got them for a week.

- They're fine.
- What's the matter with you?

Byron's submarine was re-routed to
Gibraltar. No reason, that's how it is.

I see.

Well, too bad.

Maybe you can go see him
in Gibraltar.

Thurston doesn't think so.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- Just what I said I was gonna do.

I'm gonna wait for him in the bar
downstairs, tomorrow morning at 11.

You heard, he's en route to Gibraltar.

Navy signals get crossed up
like any others.

What'll you do? Sit in a bar
like patience on a monument?

- Don't be cross with me, Slote!
- I'm not...

Natalie, it's irrational.

Obviously, if he doesn't
show by noon,

the next thing is to find out
how to get to Gibraltar.

I know. Thurston thinks I'm a fool too.

This is quite a layout.

Me, I'm staying in a flea trap
across town.

Yeah?

Tell you what.

Why don't you stay here? No...

There's an extra room for a maid.
I can stay in there.

Nothing doing, Slote. If Byron
does show up, I'm marrying him.

Well, it's what he wants.

And in point of fact,
it's what I want too.

Some things are inevitable.
I love Byron.

I suppose I should
congratulate you.

God knows I wish you well, Natalie.

I know you do, Slote.

Did you mean that invitation
about my having the bedroom?

Why not? The place is yours.

All right. The idea of going to that
fleabag again just gives me the horrors.

- I mean, I haven't had a bath in days.
- Be my guest. The tub's magnificent.

People wouldn't understand about us,
would they, Slote?

There's nothing to understand
about me.

You're the puzzle.

You didn't used to think that.

I'm paying a steep price
for oversimplifying.

I'm fond of you, Slote.

Thanks, Jastrow.
Go take your damn bath, would you?

Waiter? Excuse me.

- Do you have the correct time?
- 11:45.

Thank you.

Paging Mr. Larvo.
Paging Mr. Larvo.

Paging Mr. Gardia.
Mr. Gardia.

Paging Mr. Gardia.

Hey, watch where you're going.

Byron! I just... I just knew it.

I just knew you'd be...

I just knew.

Mr. Brown.

Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown.

Slote, we're over here! Slote!

Over here!

Well, hello there.

Did Natalie tell you we had some
wrong information?

Well, not exactly wrong.
Anyway, I'm here.

He's got absolutely everything.
All translated from the Portuguese,

notarized, authenticated by
the Portuguese Consul, the works.

I thought you were lousy
at paperwork, you devil.

How on earth did you manage
to assemble all this?

I heard we were gonna be in Lisbon,
I got a pass and flew to Washington.

The Portuguese naval attach�
played tennis with my dad.

- He was real helpful.
- Yeah, I should say so.

Well, I guess everything's here.

Well, now what?

Will you marry me?

Yes, I will.

- Well, is the exercise on?
- We're on.

Natalie. Leslie Slote.
My exec, Lady Aster.

- How do you do?
- Pleasure to meet you.

- Lady?
- Happened first year at the academy.

With a name like Aster,
it was bound to.

My name is Carter, Natalie.
By all means, use it.

How about we get on with it?

When we got re-routed to Gibraltar,

we had this damnedest sudden
outbreak of malfunctions.

- How can you get away with that?
- We got the engine records to prove it.

Sure, those old S-boats,
they just gasp and flounder along.

At any moment you could justify
an order to abandon ship.

Coming into Lisbon was
a highly commendable prudence.

At last. Come on, we're late.

- Big shot, this Admiral D'Esaguy?
- Vice chief of naval operations.

Your ensign must have
awesome connections.

He says these things take time.
He invites us all to lunch.

That's very cordial of him. Does he
realize we only have three days?

Don't press him, Byron.

Would you please tell him
what I said?

He says, "The dew will not dry
on these roses

"before you are married."

They're beautiful. Thank you.

You know, I'm beginning to believe it
for the very first time.

- Here we are. The Marriage Bureau.
- It looks closed.

He says it's OK.

Manuel.

Manuel!

Good luck for you.

Good luck for you.

What is this?

Congratulations. You're married.

We are? When?
I must have missed it.

When you signed the blue paper,
that was it.

I guess you just have to take
their word for it.

You got the ring?

Here you go.

No, Byron. I weigh a ton.
You're gonna slip a disk.

Whoa, honeymoon suite is right.

Nice of Slote to let us
use this place.

Look at this.

Slote.

Mrs. Henry? For you.

What's that?

Just some stuff I bought
at the shop downstairs.

- I guess Slote told them we're here.
- He thinks of everything, doesn't he?

He sure does.

Excuse me a minute. Maybe you
can pour some champagne.

Sure.

Wear the white, Jastrow.
You always looked angelic in white.

This is a confidential communication,
to be destroyed.

Yours till death. Slote.

On a knife-edge of geography,
between war and peace,

far from home,

Mr. And Mrs. Byron Henry,
Americans,

slumbering in wedlock
on a January night of 1941.

One of the more than 2,000 nights
of the Second World War.

When so much of mankind
slept so badly.

Numerous losses we've suffered.

Including the secretaries
of Winston Churchill.

He is wearing them out in relays.

Dictating a letter to Franklin Roosevelt
more than 4,000 words long.

This letter is a turning point of the war.

Great Britain cannot handle
the challenge alone any longer.

He begs Roosevelt to help him
against the U-boat blockade

by sharing the convoy Job

and by replacing the hundreds
of vessels being sunk.

He asks, too, for immense quantities
of aircraft and munitions.

Finally, after many pages,
he takes the plunge.

Last of all, we come
to the question of...

...the question of finance.

The more rapid and abundant
the flow of munitions and ships

that you are able to send us,

the sooner will our dollar credits
be exhausted.

The orders, as already placed,

exceed many times
the total foreign exchange

remaining at the disposal
of Great Britain.

Would it not be wrong if we were
to be divested of all assets?

And after victory was won
with our blood,

civilization saved

and time gained for
the United States to be fully armed,

that we should stand
stripped to the bone?

We are ready to suffer and sacrifice
to the utmost for the cause.

The rest

we leave with confidence

to you and your people,

confident that ways and means

will be found.

And if, Mr. President,

the defeat of
the Nazi and Fascist tyranny

is a matter of high consequence
to the United States,

then you will regard this letter

not as an appeal for aid,

but as a statement

of the minimum action necessary

to achieve our common purpose.

- The courier plane, Mr. President.
- Thank you, Dan.

Churchill's letter, I expect, huh?

Well, they aren't biting anyway.

Well?

Sir, he wants everything he needs
to keep fighting, free of charge.

He wants us to get it
over there for him.

That is...

...repeal the Neutrality Act.

Yeah.

They're fighting to save us.

To save the earth.

They're fighting alone.

They've come to the end of their rope.

The problem is money.

The dollar sign.

Needs an idea.

Well...

...the fishing may be
better tomorrow, Harry.

Blow the horn!

Blow the horn!

Fine show. Especially for the crew.
You enjoy Laurel and Hardy?

- Yes, I do, Mr. President.
- Good. So do I.

Well, Mr. President,
we dock tomorrow.

- Have a good night's sleep, sir.
- Come to my quarters, Harry.

Attention on deck!

- Carry on.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I've been thinking about that letter.

Got an idea.

In the minds of a very overwhelming
number of Americans,

the best immediate defense
of the United States

is the success of Great Britain
defending itself.

Now, what I'm trying to do
is eliminate the dollar sign.

That's something new in the minds
of everybody in this room, I think.

Get rid of the silly, foolish,
old dollar sign.

Let me give you an illustration.

Suppose my neighbor's house
catches on fire

and I have a length of garden hose
four or five hundred feet away.

If he can take my garden hose
and connect it to his hydrant,

I may help him put out the fire,

and thus prevent the fire
from spreading to my house.

Now, what do I do?

I don't say to him before
that operation:

"Neighbor, my garden hose
cost me $15.

"You'll have to pay me $15 for it."

No.

What is the transaction that goes on?

I don't want $15.

I want my garden hose back
after the fire is over.

- Mr. President...
- Excuse me, Mr. President...

Feeling cocky?

No, simply adventurous.

After all, perhaps this will be
our last game.

I understand you have been
recalled to Washington.

And I go tomorrow for an
inspection of the eastern front.

What eastern front? I thought you
and the Soviet were buddy-buddies?

Of course. Our part of pacified Poland.

Of course.

Check.

Time for another?

I haven't resigned yet.

Tell me, Victor...

...what is all that
smokescreen about

lending and leasing
and garden hoses?

There is legal precedent for the leasing
of American military property.

But the lending of ships and weapons
is a novel idea.

Of course, they have to be returned
in good repair after the war.

It's poppycock.

It's politics.

Check.

Oversight.

I was not concentrating.

Why is he so afraid to tell the truth
to the American people?

I can tell you what
Franklin D. Roosevelt should say.

What's that?

He should say:

"My friends, this war is for
the mastery of the world.

"Our aim should be to achieve that
mastery, but with a minimum of blood.

"Let us encourage others to do
our fighting for us.

"Let us give them all they need to
keep on fighting. What do we care?

"In developing the industries
to produce the stuff for lend-lease,

"we are getting ready for world rule.

"They will use up all our early models,
our discardable stuff,

"in killing Germans for us.

"Then, at the last moment,
when the mopping-up will be easy,

"we shall step in.

"The others will shed the blood
and we will take the prize."

That is the true meaning
of lend-lease, Victor.

That is your version, general.

Mate.

Time for another, general?

Goodbye, Victor.
I shall miss our games.

If there's any last thing
I can do for you?

Oh, there may be.

A Ted Gallard,

British RAF pilot went down
in the Channel a few months ago,

good friend of mine.
Maybe your people picked him up.

- Gallard?
- Gallard.

I will see what I can do.

Good luck in war plans.

War plans?

Ah, Victor. Please come this way.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I'm so glad you could come.

It's a little gloomy here now,
Victor, but very private.

Please.

So you go so soon.

- Did you expect this?
- Yes, I did.

Of course you are anxious to be
reunited with your beautiful wife.

What do you say to a glass of sherry?

That'd be fine. Thank you.

Well, now...

...what do we drink to?

I daresay you won't drink
to victory for Germany?

- Well, we are neutral, you know.
- Oh, Victor...

...if only you were.

Well, to...

...an honorable peace?

To an honorable peace.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

Now, about your friend Gallard,
the British aviator.

He was plucked out of the Channel
by our navy,

he's confined in a
prisoner-of-war camp,

and I'm happy to report
his condition is good.

I'm obliged to you
and to General von Roon.

Please, please, please.

Among men of honor, certain
courtesies are taken for granted.

And it is in that spirit that I asked you
to come here this evening.

There are special conversations
that have to be forgotten.

And in Germany we have a phrase
for such delicate matters.

We say, "under four eyes".

I believe I've heard that phrase.

What transpires next is
under four eyes.

You and Armin had a conversation
about this lend-lease bill.

Did he make sense to you?

You prefer not to say, eh?

Of course. You are a diplomat.

I'm a gunnery expert
misplaced in diplomacy

and hoping to get the hell out of it.

A man of honor wants to serve
on the field.

- Would you?
- No, thank you.

That you...

...sympathize with England
is only natural.

I do. I love England.

After all, I spent two years at Oxford.

But we know that in your Army
and Navy,

there is serious opposition
to this lend-lease giveaway.

Which will strip you of armaments,
by the way.

Now, in war plans,

you will be in a key position
to foster

this wise and patriotic opposition.

Frankly, Germany needs friends
in influential positions,

to offset the Morgenthaus
and the Lehmans.

- Herr Stoller...
- Please, please.

You promised that you would
hear me out.

Now, Victor,

and remember,
this is under four eyes,

we do have such friends.

Not many, but a few.

Patriotic Americans
who see the realities

and not the propaganda of the Jews
and of Churchill,

who is just an adventurous
megalomaniac.

We hope that you

will be another such friend.

Now...

...you are aware of my connection
with Hermann Goering.

To me, one of the great figures
in European history.

His practical grasp of affairs
still astounds me.

Now, Hermann Goering
has established in Switzerland

some anonymous,
untraceable bank accounts.

After the war, these will be the rewards

of Germany's honorable friends

who said the right word
in the right place.

It will be a time of simple gratitude
among men of honor.

A sharing of benefits in the day
of victory.

If our friends want these accounts,
they will be there.

If not...

So, Victor, I have spoken my piece,

and after you have said yours,
this conversation will be...

As if it had never existed.

I find that interesting.
Extremely interesting.

But I must ask you,

what made you, or General von
Roon or Reich Marshal Goering

so sure I might be receptive
to this offer?

Now, this is highly important to me.

Armin von Roon
knows nothing about it.

OK.

As for the Reich marshal,

he remembers your visit
with the banker Gianelli,

and his purpose now is exactly
the same as Roosevelt's was then.

To avoid any future useless bloodshed.

He thinks you can help.

And I have confidence that you will.

Well, that is a very clear answer,

and now here is mine,
under four eyes.

You tell Reich Marshal Goering
for me

that he can stick his Swiss bank
account up his fat ass.

I remind you, Captain Henry, that you
have not yet left the Third Reich.

You are still in Berlin.

Reich Marshal Goering is second
only to the Fuehrer.

I am an officer of
the United States Navy,

and unless I misunderstood you,
or you withdraw it

you have asked me, in his name,
to commit treason for money.

My dear Victor, how can you take it
in that way?

What I asked of you was that you
should present both sides

for the sake of American security,
and for peace.

Now, see here, old top.

We Germans are at war,

surrounded by foes.

I think your response
was naive, wrong.

Your phrasing was coarse.

Still, it was an honorable reaction.

And I have absolutely
no hard feelings.

I trust you have none.

I put a very high value
on your goodwill, Victor.

And we did have some good times
at Abendruh, didn't we?

By the way, I don't know whether you
youngsters are interested in the war.

Remember the war?

There's news.

The British have captured Tobruk.

Is Tobruk important?

Yeah, it's important. It's the best
harbor between Egypt and Tunis.

Well, look who's arrived.

The German ambassador...

...and friends.

Oh, God.

Wait till you hear this.

Wonderful. He's the best
of the fado singers.

What's that, fado?

Fado singers, fate songs.
Very pathetic, very...

...Portuguese.

What song is that?

That's an old one.

That's the fado of the sailors.

"Close your eyes.

"Life is simpler with
your eyes closed."

- Let's leave now.
- I'm for that.

Byron! Slote, do something.

He doesn't sing "O Sole Mio".

The man said he doesn't sing
"O Sole Mio"!

Byron, they don't even understand you.

No.

- No "Sole Mio".
- Karl!

You get the hell back to your seat
and shut your swinish mouth

or else it will be the worse for you
and your Jew woman.

Quick! March!

It's all right.

Who are you?

I'm an American Naval officer,
attached to submarine S45.

I am the German ambassador
to Portugal.

As it happens, I, too, feel that my
companion was inexcusably rude.

Please accept my apologies.

I believe it's my wife
who deserves an apology.

Yes, of course.

Will you accept my apology, madam?

Yes, yes. Byron, that's enough!

- Nicely done.
- Yes, absolutely mad, but nicely done.

Well, I told the guy he didn't sing
"O Sole Mio".

All right, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

What am I doing wrong?

Natalie.

All right. I loathe Lisbon.
I always have.

God, I'm going to regret
till the day I die

that we were ever married and spent
our wedding night here.

I'll never forget the scene
in that restaurant tonight.

It's not because of Lisbon, Natalie.

You keep saying that Lisbon's
like San Francisco.

In San Francisco, the Inquisition
didn't baptize Jews by force,

burn those who objected, and take
their children to raise as Christians.

How does that tidbit
of Lisbon history strike you?

Does it matter?
Maybe it doesn't to you.

I'll do whatever you want about
the religion.

- Want me to become Jewish?
- Are you insane?

I don't know where you're going.

I don't know when I'll ever
see you again.

All I know is that you're leaving
tomorrow on a submarine.

Why don't we tear up
the Portuguese documents

and just let everything be as it was.

Then if we're ever in
a human situation again

and still care, we can get
married again properly.

This was a farce!

No, it wasn't.

This is all I ever wanted, all my life.
And now I've got it.

We're not tearing up any papers.
You're my wife.

Why'd you go through all this trouble?
Why did you get yourself in this mess?

Because, Natalie...

...married officers get extra allowance.

I see.

Well, that makes a lot of sense.
Why didn't you tell me?

Even I can understand greed.

Byron!

Byron!

What?

What time is it?

It's quarter of 2.

Listen, since Tobruk, new orders
are going out all the time.

Great.

That's life.

Hi, Natalie.

This is one terrible thing,
breaking in on honeymooners.

Talk about extra-hazardous duty.

Well, what's the matter?

It's a change of plans.
There's no sweat.

Listen, I gotta go round up the rest
of the crew that's got overnights.

Should be an interesting tour
of Lisbon after dark.

Well, tell me.

Since the fall of Tobruk,
the mission has been changed.

S45 leaves in the morning.

Lovely. My entire married life,
cut short by a third.

Not exactly.

I plan on having six kids.

Six?

I may never last the course.

Natalie, I don't want you
going back to Italy.

But I have to.

What would Aaron do if you said we
got married and you were going home?

He'd make a mess of it.
He's terrible with officials

and the stupider they are,
the worse he gets. I have to go back.

All right.

Sixty days. Two months.

If he's not out of there by April first,
you go straight home.

You book your transportation now.

I see. Are you giving me
orders, Byron?

Yes, I am.

Well, that feels pretty good.

All right, my lord and master,
I'll do just as you say.

Sixty days.

Now, tell me something.

Exactly when do you leave?

Aster comes for me at 5:30.

Hours and hours.

Great big chunk
of our marriage left.

Why are you standing there?

Come here.

Thanks a lot for the ride, pal.

Hey, Joe? Joe, wait for me.

So when did this seagoing Greyhound
float in here?

Yesterday.

It's an old Spanish bucket.
Crew is mostly Greeks and Turks.

I tried talking with them.

Pleasanter ones seem to be
professional cutthroats.

I gather these poor Jews will be
packed like sardines

on five-decker bunks,
for which they pay the price

of a deluxe suite on the Queen Mary.

These fellows laugh like hell
about that.

Careful. Watch it! Watch it!

Well, Natalie, you sure
made a beautiful bride.

Now you're a beautiful Navy wife.

- So long.
- Bye-bye.

We're underway at 0700.

Everything's gonna be OK, Natalie.

It's just time.

Now man to special sea detail.

I guess that's it.

Getting married was exactly
the right idea.

No, I really mean it.

It was an inspiration
and I adore you for it.

Hey, I love you.

I'm very happy.

I love you.

Goodbye. I love you.

I love you.

You come home...

...you hear?

I will! I swear I will!

I'll be waiting.

Two months!

Two months!

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