All language subtitles for Manhattan (2014) - S02E06 - 33 (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)

Previously
on "Manhattan"...

There is no Nazi bomb.
The army manipulated us.

There is a war
on three continents

and a madman
rounding up Jews.

- Enlistment papers?
- You'll stay right here as a private in the army.

The bomb is inevitable.

If I help build it, I might get
some say in how it's used.

Congratulations, Paul.

I've decided you will be
the Site X liaison.

You want me
to steal for you?

For king and country.

Pesticides didn't kill the
bees and it wasn't the army.

Do you think it could be
something from the tech area?

There were 127 pregnancies

on the Hill last year
and one miscarriage.

There isn't always a medical
explanation in these cases.

So it was an act of God?

The longer that it takes
anyone to deliver a weapon,

the less chance anyone has of
dropping it over a city full of kids.

Sorry.

We have to set
some ground rules.

We can't be seen
like this.

I want to apologize

while you're still
of sound mind and body.

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♪ All day I faced
a barren waste

♪ Without the taste
of water...

Look at the early
wire photos of the Arizona

before the newspapers
touched them up.

They blew the damn thing up
from inside the hull.

Ronnie, if I
wanted an earful,

I'd stay home
with Margaret.

Pearl Harbor
was an inside job.

Roosevelt needed an excuse
to drag us into the war.

♪ He's a devil, not a man

♪ And he spread
the burning sand with water

♪ Dan, you can see
with that big, green tree

♪ Where the water's
running free

♪ And it's waiting there
for me and you...

Steady.

- You okay?
- Yeah, she just snapped on me.

Look at this.

Because the fact is people
get hurt around here.

- Yeah.
- 68 accidents in the tech area

since the start
of 1945.

If this were
a factory floor,

the union would've
shut us down months ago.

And now, now we're doing our most
dangerous work yet... criticality.

Pushing the gadget
to the brink

of an explosive
chain reaction.

And we've already had
one mere catastrophe.

This is what happens
when matters of science

are left in the hands
of politicians and soldiers.

We are the ones
who are bringing this thing

down off the blackboard
and into the world,

and we deserve better.

Yeah! Yeah!

- We need strict exposure limits.
- Yes!

- And hazard pay!
- And we're going to demand it.

But first
I want to tell you

about something
that's happening right now

in Washington, DC.

While we are
risking our necks,

President Roosevelt
is assembling a committee.

It's going to decide
how the gadget's used,

if and when it's dropped,

and who it's going
to be dropped on.

And this committee includes
no scientists or engineers.

- Wait, is this a safety board?
- No.

- Are they setting new health standards?
- No, no, no.

It's called
the Target Committee,

and as it stands, no one
who helped build the bomb

will have any say in how
or where it's deployed.

But... but if we'd all write a
letter to our supervisor...

Let them deploy it
up Eva Braun's ass.

We have bigger problems
here on the Hill.

You didn't even read
them my sample letter.

These guys don't care
about sample letters.

They care about getting their balls
fried off in a criticality experiment.

You're supposed to
make them care, Helen.

You're supposed
to make them see

it's all part
of the same question.

Well, you know
what Mussolini says,

"if you want something done
right, do it yourself."

Well, I can't
do that right now.

Not while I'm wearing
this uniform.

They already look at me
like I'm a secretary.

And you want me to stand up there,
lecture them about politics?

You should find
an inside man

who's actually
on the inside.

Ora man.

Helen.

You missed
the L & O meeting.

The metal shortage could
cost us a week, maybe more.

Sorry, I'll...
I'll get the minutes.

Uh, breakfast with the wife,
if you know what I mean.

You and the other 18 guys who
missed work this morning?

I know about
your little meeting.

- What's the hay for?
- Horses.

Horses?
Are we Amish?

We have jeeps
on the site.

Oh, a corps of engineers
set up a polo league.

- Jesus.
- It's good for morale, I guess.

Well, make sure they
clean up the shit.

I want the site
spit-shined by Thursday.

Mm, you know it's
a desert, right?

What happens Thursday?

Just, um, make sure it doesn't
look like a rodeo out there.

Aye, aye.

Um, I was thinking...

After our not-so-secret meeting,

we should be studying

the radiological effects
of the test.

On what?

The planet.
People.

I swallowed 24 micrograms
of plutonium in 1943.

Now it's 1945. I still make
the Geiger counter sing.

Find me a PhD-level
subject matter expert

who's already
on the Hill.

If he's willing
to run the study

during his free time,

you have my blessing.

Thank you.

You meet Charlie's qualifications...
That's the good news.

I asked for
the bad news first.

Security clearance
for the test site.

Holiest of Holies.

The only person
who can authorize that is...

- The colonel.
- Correct.

He's got to listen
to reason, right?

Fritzy, this is a man
who sent a boy to his death

to stop me from
speaking to my husband.

I don't think
he's gonna turn around

and hand me
a security badge.

Look, we need you.

Last week three engineers
nearly barbecued themselves

doing the criticality
experiment.

Blammo, a month's exposure
in three seconds flat.

- In the tech area?
- Yeah.

We're lucky this whole place
doesn't glow in the dark.

♪ If you want to know
who we are

♪ We are gentlemen
of Japan

♪ On many a vase and jar

♪ On many a screen
and fan...

All right, all right,
all right, all right!

Posture. You're
gentlemen from Japan,

not stevedores.

If I can have everyone's
attention for a minute?

Eugene has been assigned
to a post off-site.

Which means the role of Ko-Ko
is gonna have to be recast.

If they give it to Dale,
I'm gonna commit hara-kiri.

Fortunately, we do have
a man in the wings

who has really stepped up

and become a fine thespian
over the last year.

So, let's hear it
for our new Ko-Ko...

Jim Meeks.

How about that?

Oh!

Well...

Abby?

Did someone end the war
and forget to tell me?

They're for the family that's
liberated from Buchenwald.

My lucky tie?

Do you think they'll be attending
a lot of cocktail parties?

Can I please do my part
without being mocked?

Yes, of course.
I'm sorry.

You said to find a way
to move on.

Abby, I thought we
could do that together.

You know, maybe we
give it another shot.

I don't think
we're supposed to.

Doc said a couple
of months was plenty.

Maybe we lost the baby
for a reason.

- What?
- Don't know.

Do you think that God
still punishes people?

Like the plagues
in Egypt?

What have you
ever done wrong?

Did you know that there
aren't just 10 Commandments?

There's 613.

- Really?
- Mm.

' Abby?
' Yes?

This is, uh...
This is a fairytale.

It's a bedtime story.

Things don't happen for a reason.
They just happen.

Or maybe God was punishing
the families in those camps.

First you don't want
to help them,

and now you're
blaming them.

I don't want
to help them?

Why do you think
I'm still here, Abby?

What do you think
I do all day?

I don't know, Charlie.
Play with numbers?

You know what,
I'm gonna go, urn,

play with numbers
somewhere else.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't order this.

You dropped something.

Oh, Jesus, Helen!

You owe me a lot more
than a whiskey sour.

Uh, that drink
was actually from me.

But I hope
you enjoyed it.

- Thanks.
- Oh, thank you.

With Hogarth on one side
and Theodore on the other,

it's like being
stuck between

Saturday night
and Sunday morning.

The problem
with Little Boy

is all the little boys.

You shouldn't be part
of anyone's backup plan.

Yeah, well, that's why
I like working in here.

It's a professional
environment.

Oh, yeah,
very professional.

I said I was sorry.

I guess we all have things
to atone for, right?

Something you want
to say to me, Charlie?

I would like to...

address an injustice.

No!

You bastard.

You were right.

I kept you off the test group
for personal reasons.

It had nothing to do
with your talent.

What personal reasons?

Come to G group.

Don't screw around
with me, Charlie.

We need you.

I need you.

Why now?

The test is
three months off,

we're shorthanded
and underbrained,

and this Thursday...

Jesus, as if we didn't have
enough to worry about.

What? What happens
Thursday?

- Someone's coming.
- Who?

Vannevar Bush.

F.D.R.'s science advisor
is coming to the Hill?

Sits at the right tire
of God the Father.

Here to review
the test preparations.

You can't tell anyone.

The job doesn't come
with a raise.

Okay, boss.

I heard they
liberated another camp.

That must put a spring
in your step.

Yes.

And to think we're on the other
side of the world doing our bit.

Operator.

I want to make you wetter
than Dartmoor in November.

Yes, sir.
I'll put you
right through.

Put me right through?
Patience, Constance.

Roll your skirt up first.
Give us a forecast.

Bingham here.
Clear?

Clear as a bell, Site X.
Stand by one chorus?

"Roast Beef
of Old England."

So it's an assistant
directorship

out at the test site.

I'm going to be
refining lens design.

There's still some
asymmetries to work out.

Isaacs just
threw you a bone.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

He just realized
he made a mistake.

Well, that's great, Helen.
You deserve it.

Enjoy your last day
under the British Empire.

Hey, Frank?

F.D.R.'s science advisor is
touring the test site this week.

Vannevar Bush
is coming west?

Yes.

No one can find out
I told you.

Hey, you have to... well,
you have to get him alone.

He's Roosevelt's
brain.

He can get us a seat
on the Target Committee.

I can't do that, Frank.
I mean...

I need some time
to settle it.

The test is in 90 days.

You need time to, what,
climb the ladder?

I can't petition the White House
on my first day of the job.

I'll wind up straight back
where I started.

Yeah. You're right.

Don't make me
regret telling you.

I have followed your
orders to the letter.

I haven't spoken to my husband
in months, as you know.

Please send him my best
next time you do.

But you're still a known
agitator, Mrs. Winter.

I prefer
"rogue botanist."

And you want me
to grant you access

to the most secure site
in the Western Hemisphere

- so that you can...
- Determine the health effects

of atomic radiation
and debris.

I think the Axis is gonna
find that out soon enough.

Colonel, it's not the
Axis I'm worried about.

What am I looking at?

Well, this is
your office here,

and right here,

only 20 yards away,
is Building E.

Now, do you know what
happens in Building E?

Something above
your clearance.

Well, that wouldn't stop it from
killing me if it went fast critical

and I was
sitting in your chair.

I heard you had
an event last week...

A couple
of graduate students

set off a fast-neutron
chain reaction.

I believe they
call it "tickling
the dragon's tail."

I know what it's called.

The dragons I know
don't like to be tickled.

Four seconds longer,
and it would have become
self-sustaining.

So now let's assume

fast criticality sustained
for two to three minutes.

Radiant intensity is
the inverse square of distance.

Factoring in the lack
of concrete walls

that mitigate exposure...

you and your staff
would most likely be...

well, dead.

I say "most likely"
because, Colonel,

we don't actually know,
but we could.

♪ As some day it may happen
that a victim must be found

♪ I've got a little list

♪ I've got a little list
of society offenders...

Hold on.

Okay, everybody,
let's take five.

It's a little higher.
It's a G, right?

Try a flat on that.

Hi, urn...

Want to help me run lines?

Oh, I'm just
a stagehand.

Well, we're on
a desert island here.

Not enough girls
to go around. Please?

Please.

"I have loved you
with a white-hot passion.

Shrink not away from me."

We have rules
for a reason.

If people
see us talking...

The Samurai gird
for battle.

Not with swords,
but with pens.

There's a petition
going around.

F.D.R. is forming
a committee

to decide how
the gadget gets used.

We want a seat
at the table.

We?

You didn't sign it,
did you?

This is a good thing.

No. No, for you,
it's not.

You don't sign anything.
You don't stand for anything.

You need to earn
Charlie Isaacs' trust.

That is your role.

Stick to the script.

You didn't congratulate
me, by the way.

For what? Getting the
lead in a racialist play?

"The Mikado" isn't
really about Japan.

It's a satire
of British social mores.

You need to lay off
that pitch pipe.

You're cutting off
the oxygen to your brain.

Yeah?

There's something
you ought to know.

He's circulating
some kind of protest screed.

Is that right?

It's a petition, Colonel,
advancing the revolutionary idea

that the people
who built the gadget

might have some say
in how it's used.

You're a physicist,

not an expert
in geopolitics.

You think the guys why
designed the B-29 bomber

got to pick their targets?

He doesn't just want
a seat at the table.

He wants to shut down
the project.

Let Dr. Winter run his
BVDs up the flagpole.

We'll see who salutes.

Now, if we're done
second-guessing democracy,

you're both dismissed.

You can't dismiss me.
I'm not a soldier.

Why don't you go focus on
your criticality experiments?

It sounds like you
have your hands full

not blowing us
to kingdom come.

Get me an outside line.

Justice Department.

Colonel Emmett Darrow
for Director Hoover.

I told you
to be discreet!

Now you're unionizing
the tech area?

I didn't involve you.

What, you think Charlie
won't figure out

who told you
that Bush was coming?

A couple of
my bunk mates

are acting as
his military escort.

Maybe I heard it
from them.

Helen, we won't
get another chance.

Neither will I.

The colonel's running
some kind of game on me.

Isaacs won't let me anywhere
near Vannevar Bush.

So, here, you have
to give it to him.

Or burn it
on Isaacs' alter

Keep your chair
in G group.

I know you'll do
the right thing.

Hang back there,
Private.

Look, if the colonel sent you, I
already kissed the ring, all right?

No, not the colonel,
soldier.

You're on the head
of the tech area's dime.

Pack your
bivouac gear, Winter.

You'll be spending a couple
nights in the desert.

Let me guess...

I'm not returning
until the weekend

after our distinguished
visitor is gone.

What are we gonna do out
there, water some cactus?

You're gonna tickle
the dragon's tail.

That's the spook's car.

You know I heard they found
him floating in the back

just like a canned sardine?

So, you beat Tosa.

Got out of Texas.

Congratulations.

Although
if I'm here,

that means you're not all there.

So, maybe Tosa
beat you after all.

Let's go.

Some lady biologist got
in the colonel's craw.

He banned criticality
work inside the gates.

- You say lady biologist?
- Yeah.

Now you got to
irradiate yourself

30 miles from
the nearest doctor.

How close did we get
to fast critical

before the incident?

Uh, 88%.

The goal today
is to get to 90

without waking the dragon
and killing yourself.

Well, let's hope
that happens.

- You're not coming?
- Doctor's orders.

Last week... five
roentgens, three seconds.

Whole team maxed out
exposure for the month.

That's why
you're here.

"Tickling
the dragon's tail."

Nice phrase,
very evocative.

Your wife's boyfriend
would love it.

This is how you double-check
a critical mass?

Play chicken with an
unshielded atomic pile?

Me, I'd go AWOL

before I hit 60% of fast
critical on the neutron counter.

I preferred
the trunk of my car.

Operator.

I want to write a
sonnet with my tongue

on your inner thigh.

Excuse me?

Constance?

Who is this?

No wonder you jump
when 135 lights up.

Sounds like
Paul Crosley.

Oh, uh, it's not...
I'm a married woman.

Dr. Crosley has
a scheduled call.

I'd best put him
through.

Operator.
I have Site X for you.

Yes, sir.
Go ahead.

Oh! Oh, dear.

Carry your books,
Mrs. Isaacs?

Yes, please.
Thank you.

Oh!

- I'll get these.
- Thank you.

- You get that.
- Oh!

Paul Crosley.

Yes, I remember.

Long day
crossing wires?

It's better than
sitting at home.

Tom Lancefield's
wife used to work

at the switchboard,
didn't she?

Attractive girl.
French, of course,

but that's a venial
sin nowadays.

You two were friendly,
weren't you?

Yes, well, we were
very sad to see her go.

But then Constance Faraday
joined our ranks,

and she's just wonderful.
Do you know Constance?

I just assumed that all you
Brits know each other.

Well, the empire has
dwindled, to be sure,

but it's not a Shropshire
village just yet.

- Yes.
- Fancy a ride, Mrs. Isaacs?

Hey, I didn't see
your name on the petition.

- What gives?
- Oh, uh...

maybe I don't
agree with Frank.

- Really?
- What did I miss?

Oh, just guy stuff.

Baseball, Ava Gardner, you know?

Oh, well, speaking
of Mickey Rooney,

another toast to our newly
minted star of the stage.

Yeah.
Hear, hear.

Thank you.

Do you guys, uh...
Do you guys think

that Gilbert and Sullivan
were racialists?

No, just
different times.

Are there any good
geishas in the chorus?

Wait till they hear that
plummy baritone of yours, huh?

Jimmy, I've never
heard you sing.

That's a crime.
Will you, please?

- Oh, yeah. Sing. Sing.
- I couldn't possibly.

- Okay!
- Come here, wife.

- Oh.
- Sit. Sit.

Could do that
for you here.

It's in the key of A.

Whoa. Watch where
you point that A.

This is my wife.

♪ Daisy, Daisy

♪ Give me your answer, do

♪ I'm half crazy

♪ Over the love
of you...

Thank you.

We'll see you
tomorrow.

Glass of water?

Glass of anything.
I'm at your mercy.

This used to be the
Winters' palace, no?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

You've certainly
warmed the place up.

- Cheers.
- Mm.

I know
what you're doing.

Line 135.

I haven't the foggiest
idea what you mean.

Sorry.

Wait,
your scheduled calls.

Clicks and clacks.

Mrs. Isaacs, the clicks
and clacks are technical.

They're rather tedious, I'm afraid.
It's part of the work.

The telephone isn't just for gossip
and grocery lists, you know?

- I'm not sure what Constance has told you.
- So, you do know Constance?

- Well, of course, uh...
- Of course you know her.

She connects
your calls every day.

And what are the chances
of that, I wonder.

- She's not assigned to that line.
- I misspoke.

When you were writing
sonnets with your tongue.

There's no record of those
calls in the log books.

Even Dr. Oppenheimer's
calls are logged.

Mrs. Isaacs...
Abby... sorry, if I may,

if you think I've done something
wrong, why lure me here?

Am I to, what,
confess?

Is Inspector Lestrade going
to jump out, pistol drawn?

I don't mean
to sound flip.

Truth is you've caught me.

I'm on a mission...

of vengeance.

Not that she seems to
have noticed, of course.

Constance?

Helen Prins.

And I won't pretend
that you don't know

what she did
to both of us.

Switchboard girl
knows everything.

Where your husband was
last evening, for example.

Ah...

you didn't know.

Well, seems that
he and Helen

have fallen back into
one another's orbit.

I'm so sorry.

Marriage is a bit of business
in this part of the world.

I mean,
ask Constance's husband.

I'm not proud.

But I'm baffled,
frankly, by your husband.

How he manages to keep straying
so far afield with you at home?

These great minds...

And I'm not one,
I don't flatter myself...

They're quite mad,
you know?

Always chasing
after the invisible.

And they're missing what's
right in front of them.

Dr. Crosley just helped me...
He gave me a ride home.

I heard you
dried out, Paul.

Right, yes.

Gosh, I knew I'd
forgotten something.

- Thank you, Mrs. Isaacs.
- Thank you.

86.

87.

Well, look
at the bright side...

If you poke the dragon,
we boil together.

Stop it.
Stop talking.

You know, there were times
that I envied the spies.

They never worked alone.

Rendezvouses, meetings,
signals, betrayals-

one big, happy family.

- Wanna hear a joke?
- No.

How do you catch
a Communist?

Hold a meeting.

Not a joke, actually,
a real tactic.

The FBI...
A bunch of amateurs...

But even they know how to
read a hotel registry

or a passenger
manifest.

Or a petition.

The best blacklists, Frank, are
the ones the traitors sign

all by themselves.

Darrow wanted to see
who signed the petition

so... so he could use it
against us.

And you thought
I abused my badge.

Devil you knew.

Where do you think
you're going, Frank?

Do you think
those fellas out there

are going to
let you go back?

With Bush in town and all
this work here left to do?

Sorry, Cinderella,
no ball for you.

Now, Frank,

that might be the worst
idea you've had all year,

and that is
saying something.

What, poke the dragon,
get a sick-out?

Medical evacuation
back to the Hill?

Save the day?
No.

No, Frank, no.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.

Frank, don't.

Hey, Jesus, Frank. Every
time you nudge the thing,

the temperature jumps
another three degrees.

90!

93!

97!

Oh, shit, let's go.

This is it.
Come on, guys, go!

What was that, 99%?

Get the car.

Morning.
Thank you.

Excuse me.
I'm sorry.

- Where's Frank Winter, please?
- This is his room.

Get the staff...

all of them.

Colonel, may we have
a word in private?

My office.

I'm sorry to interrupt
you, sir, but I have something to report.

I work the
switchboard, you know.

Well, of course
you know,

and, um, sometimes
we hear things.

Paul Crosley...
Dr. Crosley.

Well, I had to employ

some fairly
unorthodox tactics

to draw him out.

But he and Constance Faraday,
our new British transfer,

are involved in something
with the telephone,

line 135, every day
like clockwork

with some kind of signal
on the other line.

Thank you, Mrs. Isaacs.

America is strongest when
her citizens do their duty.

Well...

all right, then.
Thank you, sir.

- I was so glad to see you at the Seder.
- Yes.

This Hill suffers from a lack
of faith, you may have noticed.

- I blame all the scientists.
- So do l.

We have such great need of faith
in these difficult times.

Yes.

Yes. it's...

been a very hard year with
the war and the camps.

And the baby.

- Yes.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

No, you didn't really.
It's, urn...

I... I...
I can't hear it again.

Hear what?

That these things
just happen.

And that there's
no reason for it.

Of course
there's a reason.

You're in pain.

Don't fight it.

Pain is His voice,

reminding you
that you're alive

and at His mercy.

In difficult times
most of all,

His voice
is everywhere.

My wife was thrown through
the windshield of a car.

- Oh...
- She lived, Mrs. Isaacs.

And her pain
is constant

for a reason.

We can know
His reason

if we have the
strength to listen.

Will you?

Listen?

With me?

Sir?
M.l.T. is landing.

We're all here
for a reason.

We all know
what that reason is.

To drop an atomic weapon
on a Japanese city,

killing 30
to 50 thousand people.

Mostly civilians,
women and children.

If that's not why
you're here,

you're in
the wrong room.

If you thought you were racing
the Nazis to a super weapon,

your ignorance
has been engineered.

You've been sold
a comic book.

Frank?

There is no German bomb.

The Army has known
that for a long time

and so has Dr. Isaacs.

Is there a German bomb,
Dr. Isaacs?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

- And how long have you not known?
- It doesn't matter.

The gadget is gonna
end this war.

It's gonna
save lives.

Hitler is finished.

Every industrial center
in Germany is an ash heap.

The Russians
are rolling in.

Yet I haven't noticed
a second sun over Moscow

or Stalingrad
or London, have you?

What does that tell you
as a scientist?

Ignorance is forgivable.

It's what comes next
that is not.

Less than a quarter
of you signed this petition.

I don't blame anybody
who didn't.

For one thing,
I've been a son of a bitch.

I've disrespected half
the people in this room.

A lot of you
have good reasons

not to put your names
on something I wrote.

For another thing...

this petition...

This petition
is a blacklist.

Anybody know the half-life
of an FBI file?

It's longer than any
of our natural lives.

They've been using me
to divide us.

But instead...

Instead we're going
to surprise them.

All of us
or none.

F.D.R.'s scientific advisor
is here on the Hill.

This is our last chance to
send the president a message.

They can build this bomb without...
Without statesmen, without generals,

but they can't build it
without us.

So I'm...

I'm gonna walk out
the door right now.

I'm probably gonna
wind up in the brig.

But I'm asking you
to follow me.

If you believe we have
a moral responsibility

for the future of what we are
building here, follow me.

If you believe Japan deserves
whatever it gets, follow me.

Follow me no matter what you
believe so long as you believe

the scientists
who designed this gadget

should have some say
in how it is used!

All of us or none.

But any ignorance from
here on out is willful.

And won't be forgiven.

Not by any God
worth inventing.

Not by any democracy
worth fighting for.

Sir, the
president is dead.

We interrupt this
program with a "World News" update.

President Roosevelt
has died.

Reports have emerged suggesting he
suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

The president
was sitting for a portrait

when he complained of
a "terrific headache."

Vice President
Harry S. Truman

received the news
at the Capitol,

whereupon the Secret Service
rushed him to the White House

and he was sworn in
by Chief Justice Harlan Stone.

He has been one of the
greatest leaders of this country.

He has been one of the
greatest leaders of humanity.

And his name will be left
to us as a lover of men,

as a servant
of their freedom,

and as a wise
and patient leader

in the greatest war
ever fought for freedom.

What we know at this hour

is that the president
died at his home

in Warm Springs, Georgia.

Mr. Roosevelt
has piloted the nation,

if not through victory,
to within sight of victory.

Lincoln's death
removed him from leadership

in the time
of Reconstruction.

President Roosevelt's death
has removed him

from the greatest task
ever faced by men

of making peace
and building a secure

and neighborly world.

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