All language subtitles for QB VII s01e01.eng

[♪♪♪]

Male narrator: This is the
story of the lives of two men

who fought each other in one
of the most fascinating trials

in modern history.

The trial took place in qb vii,

queen's bench
courtroom number seven

of the royal courts
of justice in London.

There, sir Adam kelno, a
refugee European doctor

and concentration camp survivor,

brought suit for libel
against Abraham cady,

world war ii ace

and world-famous
American novelist.

For nearly 30 years,

they lived their lives
unaware of each other

until they came into
explosive contact

in our time in these
medieval court buildings.

In the lives of these two
men, in their conflicts,

in this tragedy,

is the heart of the
story of a generation

that, in the unforgettable
phrase of those times,

had a rendezvous with destiny.

[♪♪♪]

[Reporters
chattering indistinctly]

Where are we going?

Qb vii. What?

It's the courtroom.
Queen's bench seven.

[Clamoring]

Yes, sir.

Sir, Adam, is it true
that Polish witnesses

who are in prison with you
at jadwiga concentration camp

will testify against
the statements

made about you by
Abraham cady in his novel?

I am deeply sorry
that I am the cause

of them having to relive
the horror of that time, yes.

Well, if Abraham cady would make

some sort of financial
offer outside of court

would you stop pursuing
your case against him?

Heh. Mr. Cady's descriptions
of my medical practices

in the prison of the Germans

are totally false and libelous.

I hope to secure
a public apology

here in an open court.

Abe, be careful.

Of what?

Mr. Cady, have you any
intention of apologizing

to sir Adam for
your attack? None.

This is one Jew you're
not gonna castrate, kelno.

You have no dignity, Mr. Cady.

[♪♪♪]

Narrator: As the Russians drove

Adolf Hitler's
armies out of Poland,

towards their ultimate
destruction in Berlin,

they liberated from
the concentration camps

those pitiful scarecrows
of human beings

who had not yet been
murdered by the Nazis.

One of these was Dr. Adam kelno.

[♪♪♪]

Guard: Who are you?

[Coughing]

Kelno. Dr. Adam kelno.

I am Polish.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, nurse? Yes?

Excuse me.

Now, you tell me,

where are all these
people coming from?

Concentration camps.

I'm a doctor. I hear
you're short of doctors.

Oh, no, no, no.
You're not well enough.

You need to rest.

Listen, I need to work.

No. Listen, I'm a
doctor. It's my life.

Man 1: Pressure's
going down. More oxygen.

Man 2: It's not holding here.

Adam: Keep going.

More adrenaline.

Okay.

Stethoscope.

Still up.

[Ventilator releases]

[♪♪♪]

[Sobbing]

Adam? Yeah?

Adam, come on, now.
Don't do this to yourself.

Don't play nurse with me.

Go away.

This is no good.

You're not going to
wipe out jadwiga this way.

You want me to face it.

You want me to remember it.

Get over it?

I know it isn't...

Do you know... Do
you know what it is like

to patch up,

to repair sick, broken people,

knowing that the Germans
are going to butcher them

because they are not
well enough to work?

No.

To fight the Russians
when they occupy

and the Germans
when they occupy,

and to fight the Polish
communists pigs! [Shushing]

Why do they occupy at all?

No, I don't know what it's like.

But I know it happened.

And I know that
you must forget now

if you want to survive.

Oh, Adam, I want
you to get better.

Why? What's the use?

What difference does it make?

I care for you.

[Laughing]

What is there to care for?

You went to school in england.

Well, the war is
nearly over now.

You could go back.

You could open up a practice.

They'll be needing
doctors, you know.

You really do care
for me, don't you?

Yes, I do care.

You do understand
that I cannot give you...

I can't give you what
you want to give me.

Well, that's all right.

I have not been with
a woman for five years.

[♪♪♪]

I would not know now...

How...

Adam.

How...

It's all right.

Nothing bad will ever
happen to you again.

[♪♪♪]

You won't have to take
a step. We'll lift you into it.

I tell you, I'll fall down.

What makes you think
you're going to fall down?

Because the bone isn't attached.
Oh, don't be silly. Come along.

Up you come. You'll
be quite all right.

Nurse. Oh.

Get his plates, please. Yes.

Good morning, Mr. Evans.

Good morning, doctor.
Tell me something,

who did your operation?

You did.

I did.

Thank you. Well, now...

If your leg wasn't attached,

I'd know about it, wouldn't I?

Well, perhaps you
wouldn't tell me.

Adam: No, let's...

Well, look, now. Let's see.

Thank you.

Now, this is an X-ray
photograph of your leg.

There's your name on top.

Now, that is your leg.

All right? What
do you see there?

You mean that white line?

Yes. It is a bolt.

It is a pin. I put it there.

It holds your leg in its socket.

Then I sewed the
muscles back around it.

Right?

Now it is part of you.

It works just
like the other leg.

Really? Really? Yes, it does.

What we're gonna do
we're gonna stand you up,

put you on your feet.

You'll hold on to this
bar. And then you...

Then you take a
step. Come on. I can't.

Of course you can.
Don't be a baby.

Come on. I've
got it. That's fine.

Get your hand
on... She's got you.

Yeah.

That's right.

Now you're all right.

Hold on.

All right, you
standing on your leg?

Yes.

Is it falling off?

Not yet.

Good.

All right. Now take a
step forward, please.

Come on. I'm waiting.

There.

All right?

[Chuckles] Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Hi, darling. Hello.

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm inspector Henderson.

What do you want?

I have a warrant
for your arrest.

It's my duty to caution you

you're not obliged
to say anything,

anything you say will
be taken down in writing

and may be given as evidence.

My arrest? What for?

You are to be detained in
custody pending a hearing

and extradition ordered
by the Polish government.

Why? What's wrong? The
Polish government alleged

that you are a war criminal,

for having committed atrocities
at jadwiga concentration camp.

That's insane.

I must ask you to come with us.

I don't... It's okay.
Just a moment.

Now, don't worry.
Shh. [Whimpering]

Dr. Kelno. Yes.

You must by my
lawyer, Mr. Takama.

In england, solicitor is
the phrase, Dr. Kelno.

Your barrister,
Mr. Robert highsmith.

How do you do? Hello.

I prepare the case,
and your barrister

does the presenting
of it in the court.

Yeah. I must say I'm overwhelmed
that you're representing me.

Thank you. I also must tell you

I'm somewhat
apprehensive of your fee.

I haven't heard what it'll be.

Members of the anti-communist
Polish community in London

are paying that fee.

I don't know anyone from there.

Well, they know you
now if they didn't before.

You must realize that
you'd be free on bail

if it weren't for the
international implications.

You've heard the charges?

I couldn't believe they
were talking about me.

I think you should
know the facts.

Now, this, Dr. Kelno,
is from a document

prepared by the
Polish government

and sent to the home office.

And the relevant part is...

"That the said Dr. Adam kelno,

"as a prisoner doctor in
jadwiga concentration camp,

"removed healthy ovaries
and amputated healthy testicles

"of Jewish prisoners
in collaboration

with German
sterilization experiments."

That is monstrous.

Did you have contact
with Dr. Tessler at jadwiga?

No, not really. He
was a communist.

They'll be looking for him
as a key witness against you.

Oh, yes, and I imagine he'll
say anything they tell him to.

Well, unfortunately, they
haven't been able to find him,

so you may not have
to worry about him.

Oh, I won't worry in any case.

You know, this whole
thing is so incredible.

I can't even begin
to cope with it.

I'm afraid you have to.

The Polish
government is prepared

to make a major
effort to extradite you.

Polish government?
The communists.

They are the Polish
government today, after all.

You do understand
this, Mr. Highsmith,

you do see that the
communists will tell any lie,

any lie at all...

To discredit anti-communist
Polish patriots,

make people believe
we collaborated

with Germans during the war.
For that reason, we can hope,

unless there are surprises
we haven't anticipated

that a British court would
not hand you over to them.

There will be no
surprises, believe me.

Nevertheless, we must
be prepared for anything.

During the proceedings,
don't get carried away

by your political animosities.

Oh, please, sir. Please.

I mean, you cannot
expect me to react

to this incredible conspiracy

in the spirit of
Christian charity?

No, but I suggest
there's a posture in court.

I will try to have your case
settled as quickly as possible.

All right. Goodbye.

Try to be patient, Dr. Kelno.
Oh, yes, I can do that.

You know, after five
years in the hell of jadwiga,

I can do anything. Bye.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[Inaudible dialogue]

Igor zaminski, comrade.

Intelligence section
of the foreign office.

Huh. Thank you.

Well, now, tell me,

what can I do for you?

How well did you
know Dr. Adam kelno

when you were in prison
with him at jadwiga?

I stayed away from him.

He was an anti-communist.

The word is "traitor," comrade.

We are the state now.

Anti-communism is treason.

Ah, of course.

The party wants to establish

that traitors like kelno
collaborated with the Germans.

This department has been
ordered to bring them back to Poland

to stand trial as war criminals.

Kelno is my assignment.

And you want me to
testify against kelno?

Oh, no. The British courts would
scarcely let us extradite kelno

on the word of a loyal
communist like yourself.

Thank you.

How well did you know
Dr. Mark tessler at jadwiga?

Well, we three
operated together,

but I knew tesslar as
little as I knew kelno.

I understand he also escaped
from Poland to the west.

Escaped?

[Chuckles]

You see, without tesslar,

the British courts will insist

upon hearing testimony from Jews

that kelno sterilized
and castrated.

We are hoping you
can lead us to them.

I don't see how.

The Germans were
using Jews as Guinea pigs

to find a practical way
of mass sterilization

of what they call the
degenerate races.

They'd hardly
keep records of that.

I seem to remember

in the transcript
of the interrogation

that preceded your
admission to the party

you referred several
times to a medical log

kept by an orderly.

Indeed, you specifically
insisted that it would prove

you had never taken part in
these experimental operations

or collaborated
with the Germans.

It seems to me
there was an orderly

that kept a log.

Um...

Sobotnik. Sobotnik.

Yes.

I remember, too, that he was
half Jewish, which was odd.

Normally they only kept the
Jewish doctors and nurses alive.

If he was half Jewish, he'd have
a great reason for keeping track

on what kelno was
doing to his people.

Do you know what
happened to him?

No.

Have you ever been to england?

Once, before the war.

Why?

I have to go
there for the trial.

Can you recommend a
good London boot maker?

No.

I'm afraid not.

I could not afford
bench-made boots.

Thank you.

I'd like you to do me
a favor. Yes, doctor.

There is an engineer named...

Egon sobotnik.

I would like you to take
this note to him for me.

[♪♪♪]

[Inaudible dialogue]

Comrade sobotnik? Yes?

My name is zaminski.

I'd like to have
a word with you.

What about?

About jadwiga.

Ah.

I was questioned when I
joined the party, comrade.

They know all about jadwiga.

Yes, I read your file.

It's a pity you couldn't
turn over your surgical log

to the Russians when
they liberated the camp.

The Germans burned it.

You served under doctors lotaki,

kelno and tesslar, correct? Yes.

In your file you are
quoted as stating

that all three were kind men

and did what they could
for the other prisoners.

Yes, but at the time
I was questioned.

I didn't know that Dr. Kelno
had defected to the west.

And what do you have
to say about him now?

Oh, he's guilty.

Of what?

Of, uh...

Whatever you're
charging him with.

You know, sobotnik,
you're a little disgusting.

Where is Dr. Tesslar?

Um...

How should I know?

A Jew, you have
zionist contacts.

I am half Jew.

Then you have half as
many zionist contacts.

[Chuckles]

Why should I have any?

Because Jews always
have to hedge their bets.

You never know when a country
will turn against you, do you?

I have the utmost confidence
in the Polish people's republic.

We are flattered.

Now, we need to
know the names of Jews

experimented upon by kelno.

Yes, uh...

But I told you, all the
records were burned.

Your memory wasn't.

A man named, uh...

Eli janos, yes.

Eli janos.

He was castrated by him.

Who else?

That's all I can
think of. I swear.

Where is he? And
don't say you don't know.

He's on the island of Cyprus,

waiting to get into Palestine.

You are sure?

My sister is there. She
wrote me a week ago.

Write down both their names.

Is that all?

For the moment.

Comrade sobotnik,
you're a survivor.

Comrade zaminski, I'm a Jew.

[♪♪♪]

Magistrate: Speaking for
his majesty's government,

as I have been empowered
to do in this case,

I must say that while
we are bound to adhere

to our treaty of extradition

with the Polish
people's republic,

we are aware that safe
refuge given to political exiles

is part of British tradition.

We must make morally certain

there is substance
to the charges

brought against Dr. Kelno by
ambassador kranz's government

before we violate
that tradition.

Mr. Bannister.

I should like Dr. Ronald
Fletcher called.

Call Dr. Fletcher, please.

Dr. Fletcher, have you
examined a man named Eli janos?

I have, sir.

And what did you find?

The poor devil's a eunuch.

I object. I don't think that
editorial comment is warranted.

Damned well is a
poor devil, isn't he?

I should like the
learned magistrate

to inform my opponent...

I will inform both of you...

That I have chosen to conduct

these painful
proceedings informally.

Contentiousness among counsel,

however stimulating
to the press,

will be restrained by the court.

What did you find
clinically, doctor?

The testicles had been
excised from the scrotal canal.

Magistrate: Bring
in Mr. Eli janos.

Escort Dr. Kelno
from the court, please.

Clerk: Mr. Eli janos.

Mr. Janos, we understand
the special circumstances

of your being here

and wish to spare you as
much of this ordeal as possible.

Now, will you tell us what
preceded your surgery

at jadwiga concentration camp?

I was working in...

One of the concentration
camp factories

making German uniforms.

I had two months left

when I was taken to
the medical barracks.

Two months left for what?

Two months left to live.

The Germans had it calculated
that, taking into account,

the number of people available,

it was worth feeding
you on a minimal basis

for seven months

to get the most work out of you.

After that you were
usually so weak,

too weak to work,

and they murdered
you in the gas chamber.

What percentage of
these prisoners were Jews?

Seventy-five percent.

What happened when you were
taken to the medical barracks?

Two orderlies held me down

while this doctor put
a needle in my spine.

Were you given a
local anesthetic first?

No.

Was it painful?

It was painful.

Do you know the
doctor's name? Kelno.

Had you ever seen
the doctor before?

No. How did you
know it was Dr. Kelno?

He hated Jews and
collaborated with the Germans.

Mr. Highsmith is asking for
more positive identification.

Then you do not
know it was Dr. Kelno.

While the orderlies
were holding me down,

he hit me across the mouth

and said, "stop fighting, Jew."

The only doctor in
jadwiga who could do this

was named Adam kelno,
and everybody knew it.

I object. This is not evidence.
I admit this is not evidence,

but this is not a trial
in the ordinary sense.

It is an extradition hearing.

There is no jury, gentlemen.

Please continue.

Do you know why
they were doing this?

I found out later they
were trying to find a way

of sterilizing conquered people

as fast and as
cheaply as possible.

They were
experimenting with x-rays

and chemicals and castration.

With me, they were
trying to find out

how fast the operation
could be done.

One of the orderlies
timed it with a stopwatch.

Now, you are absolutely certain

you can identify the man
who operated on you?

Eli: I was conscious
all the time.

He showed me the testicles
after he removed them and said,

"have a last look, Jew."

Are there any further questions?

No, sir.

I am, at this point,

taking a most unusual Liberty

with the approval of counsel.

Will the bailiff please
bring the men in?

You understand what
an identification parade is,

Mr. Janos?

Eli: It has been explained.

Magistrate: One of
these men is Dr. Kelno.

You are to identify him.

Now, Mr. Janos, can
you identify Dr. Kelno?

[♪♪♪]

I do not recognize any of them.

I can only conclude...

I should like Dr. Kelno
to stand alone.

That won't be necessary.

This has been a nightmare

for a kind and honorable man

who has already suffered
agonies beyond our imagination

at the hands of the Germans.

Now, we, the English,
supposedly his friends,

have impugned his reputation
and cruelly imprisoned him.

Once and for all,
there must be no doubt.

Justice must be done
to this blameless man.

Dismiss the others.

This is not the man
who castrated me.

[Crowd murmuring]

I can only conclude that the
Polish government has failed

to establish a case for the
extradition of Dr. Adam kelno

to the satisfaction
of this court.

I therefore dismiss the case
pending against Dr. Kelno

and release him from custody.

Court is adjourned.

[Chuckles]

Adam: Thank you. Thank you.

Angela: Thank you
so much. Come on.

Thank you very much.

Man: How could you people
make this kind of mistake?

I believe that we were
deliberately misled

by two party members.

Who are they?

Dr. Lotaki and his
orderly, sobotnik.

They must have known
janos couldn't identify kelno.

How would they know that?
Because they collaborated.

Because it was Dr. Lotaki
who conducted this experiment.

And because they want all
evidence of the operations

discredited and expunged.

What will you do about them now?

What will I do? Hmm,
from your superiors.

Nothing, comrade.

The party realistically
is only concerned

with the wartime activities
of anti-communists like kelno.

Where is a good boot maker?

I beg your pardon?

For men's boots.

Maxwell's on Dover street.

Thank you.

Well, are you satisfied now?

Presently.

Now, what does that mean?

I have a sense of
unfinished business.

Well, have all you want.

The matter is closed.

[♪♪♪]

Adam.

Hello.

I wasn't tired.

But you haven't had trouble
sleeping since the war.

What are these for?

They're boat schedules.

You're not planning
on a vacation, are you?

How do you know I'm not?

Oh, because I know
you too well, Adam kelno.

I haven't made my plans yet.

Adam, I am having your baby.

I think you ought to tell
me. We're going away.

We're going away.

[Scoffs]

But why? Your-your
career is here.

Why would you want to go
away? You were in court with me.

You don't have to ask that.
The court ruled in your favor.

The communists
have lost one round.

They'll never give up.

You understand?

Sooner or later they'll
get hold of me, try me...

They wouldn't hound an
innocent man. Not here.

Angela, what do you think Polish
people like myself were doing

all those years when
the Nazis had us

in those concentration camps

like Auschwitz,
treblinka and jadwiga?

What do you think we were doing?
We were fighting the communists.

To the death.

For Poland. And we lost.

We lost.

And your county,
for instance, France,

and this country, england,
they recognized them.

So now we are Polish exiles.

But you are safe here.

Look, I tell you, they
will never give up.

We are going where
it is safe, far away.

I just joined the
British colonial service

as a medical officer.

To serve where, Adam? Kuwait.

Where on god's earth is Kuwait?

I'll show you. It's here.

In the middle east,
the persian Gulf.

It is a sheikdom. A
British protectorate.

They're drilling for oil.

There we are. Kuwait.

[♪♪♪]

[Baby whimpering]

Oh, my god. All this wasteland.

What on earth are we going to
do when we...? If we get there?

I'm going to look
after the workers

who run the pumping station,

and you're going to
look after Stephan.

Hey, do you speak English?

Yes, yes.

Tell me, how far is it
to the pumping station?

Yes, mister. Yes.

He doesn't understand English.

Well, it's probably...

What would it be...
Three hours away.

Hey.

There.

[Horn honks] Stop.

That must be my clinic.

[Baby crying]

[Chickens clucking]

Hello. Please.

Hi, I'm Dr. Kelno.

I'm inea, doctor. Huh.

Tell me, who was
the last doctor here?

Just me. Just me.

I'll get my family
settled in first,

and then I'll come back.

Yes.

[Speaking in foreign language]

[♪♪♪]

My god.

[♪♪♪]

Narrator: After years
of dedicated drudgery,

Adam kelno brought
the medical standards

of his tiny clinic in Kuwait
into the 20th century.

[Dog barking]

Really, why are you going?

Look, Angela, I am a doctor.

So? So I need new
kinds of patients.

He understands.

I mean, nomadic arab tribes.

The bedouin. Desert
instead of the city.

That's why I came here,
anyway. Can't I come with you?

Yeah, sure you can. You
wanna be a doctor, don't you?

Adam, you're not serious
about taking him with you.

A marvelous experience for him.

Absolutely not.

I mean, it's bad
enough that you're going.

[Chuckles]

It's just I'm bored.

I'm bored. I'm bored
with clean, orderly clinics.

But that's what you wanted.
I need common diseases.

That's the job you took.
There are people out there

with dietary deficiencies
we've never even heard of,

with hereditary diseases
that can be challenged.

There are people who've
never seen a doctor in their lives.

Well, you know, this is
what I've been waiting for.

You told me that you
wanted a chance at a quiet,

normal, orderly life.

Yes. You finally got it.

I don't understand
why you wanna leave.

I do it for you.

I should've thought
you of all people

would've had enough
trouble and challenge

for a lifetime. Ange...

You said, when we
came out here, 3000 miles

that you wanted to
be anonymous. Yes.

You wanted to get away
from the communists

who were out to kill you.

What has that got
to do with it anyway?

They'll bloody well
know where to find you

if you become Albert
schweitzer of the desert.

[Laughing] Hey, Stephan.

Hey, listen, I'll win
the nobel prize for you.

Make you very
important at school.

Hey, you'll never
have to work again.

Oh, Adam. You really
are an impossible man.

Ha-ha-ha. Hear what
she says about your father,

that I'm impossible.
Is that right?

Okay.

Listen, I must go.

Look after
everything, won't you?

Bye. Mm.

Listen, I'll be three, four,
maybe five days. That's all.

Goodbye now.

I'm not going? No, you're not.

Look after your mother, okay?

We'll go out in
maybe ten days' time.

All right? Another time.

All right.

Take care of everything.

Be careful.

[♪♪♪]

[Sheep baaing]

[Camel growls]

[Man yelling]

Hello.

I'm Dr. Kelno.

I have a letter from
the office of the emir.

Sheik Hassan El-nagar.

Thank you.

[Camel bellows]

Please pull that out.

[Camel bellows]

[Men speaking in
foreign language]

Sheik Hassan?

Ah. My name is Dr. Kelno.

Here is a letter from the emir.

Hm.

This is my son, jabir.

Hello.

You may go, jabir.

Return, tell me when
she begins the pains.

I share my father's good fortune
in meeting you at last, doctor.

Thank you.

Is your wife, she's
having a baby,

sheik Hassan?

Two of my wives,

the second and the third.

It never stops.

Do you have midwives here?

Women to help? Yeah.

[Chuckles]

Of course.

Tell me, is it ever
unsuccessful?

Many die in childbirth.

It is probably why Allah
ordered us to have many.

What happens to the
babies... The newborn babies?

They die too.

But our family has stayed
at the same numbers

for six generations.

We see to that.

You know, your son, um...

Sorry, what was his name?

Jabir. Jabir. Jabir.

He seems very well spoken.

How old is he?

Twenty-four.

He has not been blessed.

This letter says
that you have, uh...

Some business to suggest.

Yes. Not exactly
business as such.

No, no, it explains that I
have been here in Kuwait

as a physician
to the oil workers

for a number of years now.

Yes, we have heard that.
With very little to work with,

you have done
wonders. Thank you.

We wish now to bring treatment
and medicine and doctors...

To the desert.

No. Please. Excuse me.

Sheikh Hassan...

Please, all I ask

is that I can bring
modern medicine to you

and to your people

to make life much
easier for you.

You see, for instance,

I know how many children
you lose from diphtheria

or what you call the,
uh... Throat disease.

That is Allah
business, not ours.

With all due respect to
Allah and your people,

I asked you
whether in your heart

you completely believe that.

The riches from oil and
all that has come with it

will make infidels
out of this nation

in one generation.

No, but you see, you don't...

No, thank you.
You... no, thank you.

No, thank you.

I'm sorry. He doesn't
hear. He's deaf.

Adam: What, since birth?

No, it came slowly upon him.

You will stay the
night with us, I hope.

Yes, please. I will
be delighted to, yes.

[♪♪♪]

[Animal howling]

[Dog barking]

[Inaudible dialogue]

Okay.

There. That was... come on.

Adam: Ahmed?

My wife had a child last night.

And she is well this morning.

She was lucky.

My men tell me you thought
she would not be well.

I could have made it
much easier for her.

You know you puzzle me here.

What you really want from us?

There's enough suffering in the
world which cannot be avoided,

and the doctor wants to
treat that which can be.

Hmm.

My wife, she's a nurse.

Please, would you
let me bring her here

to stand by me as I
treat your women?

Well, I cannot see
how this can profit you.

It is my profession.

But my profession
is to be a trader,

and I do not give things away.

Now, if you will
excuse me, doctor,

I sense that somewhere you
must have fallen from god's grace

to want to give of yourself
this desperately to strangers.

Well, if you will forgive
me, sheikh Hassan,

I don't think you
understand the difference

between the philosophy
of the prophet Mohammed

and that of Jesus Christ.

[Hassan chuckles]

All right. All right.

With our wife to help. Yes.

Would it be necessary for you

to actually see the...?

The private parts of our women?

Uh, not if you
make it a condition

of my being allowed
to return here, no.

Well, I will be honest with you.

I care in a very UN-eastern
way for my third wife.

And when she comes to her term,

I would like to be certain
that I do not lose her.

So if your wife will
attend her labor,

I will give her admission
to examine our women.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

It's 100 over 50.

[Speaks in foreign language]

[In English] Good.
Please, I just...

Mm. No, please, I just want

to see your teeth.
That's all right.

Open your mouth.

Ah...

How old is she?

Nineteen.

Okay. You can close it. Close.

It's incredibly... she...

You know, she won't
have one tooth left

by the time she's 30
if she lives that long.

Okay.

You go off now and
wait for the others.

There.

Well, it's done.

[Sighs]

Tell me now, are you sure...?

You sure you can deal with
this? Well, we have no choice.

Listen, you may find
some inflammation

of the mucous mem...
Are you listening to me?

Of course I'm
listening. All right.

Now, listen, you may
find some inflammation

of the mucous membrane
of the lady. Understand?

There are also signs of
herpes virus in their mouths.

You understand that?
Yes. Yes, I've noticed that.

I've seen a few zu examinations
in my time, you know?

Yes. Well, it's just
that I would hate

to see anything go wrong.

Because we're on
trial here, after all,

or we're being tested.

Adam, I don't know
what we're doing here,

but so long as we are
here and these are the rules,

you'll just have to trust me.

Yes. But it's just that i...

You know, diagnosis
by remote control

has always been repugnant to me.

[Sighs]

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

I'm sorry, I have to...

Good luck. Now be careful.

Yes.

[Woman speaks
in foreign language]

[Indistinct chattering]

I didn't know you hunted.

Oh, yes.

But not only for the food,

but also for the
quality of understanding

between man and death.

Very sophisticated.

[Chuckles]

For a primitive people.

Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

Yes, but you think that.

[Gunfire]

[Camel grunting]

Hassan, I want to talk to
you about survival experience.

To stop the child from
catching the disease,

you give it to him.
Yes, not entirely.

Enough to protect him
from a fatal attack, yes.

And the poison you put into him,

he gives through his
blood to his children.

No, no, no. No, no.

There is no medical
evidence of that.

Once we had locusts,

and the British aircraft came

and killed the
locusts with a spray.

Then the sheep lost their
wool and died from the spray.

Allah keeps careful
books, doctor.

All I want is to cure your
children of diphtheria now.

Even if you could
without future harm,

I cannot permit it.

Why not? Tell me.

It would build

a dependence on your world

that would eat at us.

What is wrong with my son?

You mean jabir? Yes.

Listen, let me ask
you something.

Have you seen this softness
in any others of your line

or you heard of it in
any other generations?

Well, there was one in
my grandfather's time,

but very distant from my blood.

I don't think it
is in the family.

Might still be curable.

I have never spoken
about this to anybody, but...

He cannot have a son.

The shame will destroy him.

Yes, I agree. It
is awful for a man.

You used the word "curable".

You think anything
can be done for him?

He lacks a male sex hormone.

Do you understand me?

A male sex hormone
which is called testosterone.

I'm saying it could
be supplied to him.

And it would give him the
strength to provide a child?

Well, you know, I don't know...
Yeah... well, it could, yes.

Hm.

And, uh...

How would it be given to him?

By inoculation.

Would you be prepared
to do this for us?

We could pay very little.

Listen, it would
cost you nothing.

It would be my
privilege. Please.

Well, thank you.

But nobody should
know about this.

Absolutely not.

Very well then.

If after you have
completed your work,

he can produce a
grandchild for me,

I give you my word

that you may inoculate my
people against the throat disease.

Good. Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Hello. Heh. Hello.

Hello, darling.

Hello.

Eh. Oh. Here we are.

Son, why don't you
say good morning first?

Good morning.

That's a good boy.

The splint.

Put the bandage.

Do you want to do it? Oh, yes.

You know how to
fix the bandage? Yes.

Don't make it look too easy now.

You'll learn be
a doctor like that.

Well, he may as well start now.

You think he really
wants to be a doctor?

Yes. Well, I want him to be.

What is that? Is this
supposed to be testosterone?

I'm afraid it is.

What you mean you're afraid?

Well, how much
can you give jabir?

More than he's got.

The hormone is present. I
mean, it's just not enough.

How do you know it's
not genetic and incurable?

Because... i know.

In terms of numbers,
I have probably done

more of this kind of
work than any other doctor

in the world. That's why.

In the concentration camp.

Yes. In jadwiga.

I know how long it
is for people to suffer,

be deprived when modern
medicine can help them.

Well, I won't dispute
you medically,

but on the practical
point of view,

you are basing all your hopes

of helping those people
on your ability to cure jabir.

And what if you fail?

Adam: Then, my darling, it
would have proved your point

I shouldn't have involved myself
in the desert or these arabs.

Oh, but since you have, I
want it to work out for you.

For all of us. It will.
It will, believe me.

Jabir will have a child.

[Knocks] Yes?

Mr. Clinton-meek is here. Who?

Oh, he's the new
colonial officer.

You said he was coming.

Send him in, please.

What does he want?

Well, I suppose he
wants to introduce himself.

He did say he wanted
to discuss your article.

Dietary deficiency
in desert nomads.

Adam: Oh.

He probably wants
to congratulate me.

Somehow, I don't think so.

How do you do? I'm Mrs. Kelno.
This is my husband, Dr. Kelno.

Mr. Clinton-meek.
How do you do, sir?

I've done very well up to
now, thank you very much.

[Adam sighs]

Well, my wife tells me
that you have thoughts

about my paper in
the medical journal.

I have one thought.

You shouldn't have published it.

No? Why not not?

Dr. Kelno, the ruling
families of Kuwait

make millions of pounds
a year out of British oil.

How do you think
it'll look if you write

that with all this money,

the desert arabs still
haven't got enough to eat?

Well, in the first place, it
is not a question of enough.

It is that they eat
the wrong foods.

And what do you mean by
how will it look? To whom?

To the colonial office.

To the British public.

Look, these people's dietary
deficiencies are voluntary.

I'm not accusing
anyone of starving them.

I understand that perfectly.

The fact remains you
succeeded in embarrassing

both the colonial administration
and the Kuwait government.

You may easily succeed

in arousing these
unfortunate arabs

toward restlessness... That
would be a statement by...

Please.

A restlessness

which might well be
exploited by the Russians

who would dearly love
to deprive us of our oil.

I'm sorry, but politics
have nothing at all

to do with medical science.

I'm not prepared
to argue about it.

But I am.

I'm afraid I'm not.

What is it you want
Dr. Kelno to do?

Stay out of the desert.
Adam: Is that an order?

It's a very well
thought out suggestion.

The British foreign office
doesn't need to order.

I see. Yes. Your wife
seems to understand

the situation, perhaps
you'll listen to her.

Good day.

Good day.

[♪♪♪]

Well, what did you
expect me to say to him?

You came here to
find a place to be safe.

It isn't much, but we have it.

Look, I'm trying to help
those people out there.

I'm trying to bring them
into the 20th century.

What is a doctor supposed to
do? Oh, I have met a lot of doctors

in my time, but I've never
met one who thought

he had to take the burden of
all the sick people on his back.

Always seem to try to
get away from yourself

into some kind of work.

And if you're not working...

You never seem
to enjoy yourself.

Oh, Adam.

Adam?

Adam, I love you.

Do you know that?
I'm just trying to help.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry. I love you too. I...

Do you? Yes.

And I'm grateful to you.

I'm sorry. I...

[Gunfire]

[Arabian music
playing in distance]

[Men speaking in
foreign language]

This pleases me.

Pleases me very much, doctor.

Khalil!

This is Dr. Kelno.

Khalil, the father
of zhura, the bride.

Hello, doctor. How do you do?

Good, thank you.

Sit down.

I hope when jabir raises
her veil for the first time,

he will be pleased.

He should have had a real beauty

to help arouse his love.

Zhura makes up in anything
what she lacks in beauty.

How can they say
that in front of her?

She's suppose hear, see
nothing on wedding day.

Oh.

To share the joy of your
host is a privilege, doctor.

Yeah.

Well, I'm just concerned.

You know, you should
have consulted me

before you permitted
the marriage.

A sheikh doesn't
consult on family matters.

I know. I didn't
mean it that way.

Thank you.

No, I'm talking medically.

You know he may not be
prepared for marriage yet.

But he's growing a beard.

Ha-ha.

That does not
necessarily mean to say

that he can produce
a child, you know.

Not necessarily.

Well, I prayed for it.

And if you expect to use
this to fight the throat disease,

you pray too.

[Men cheering and trilling]

Oh. Thank you.

Shukran. Heh.

Nice. Very nice.

They don't even offer her any.

Because she eat big meal
after she's with husband.

And now she eat nothing.

Oh, I see. Oh.

Hm.

Welcome, huanda, mother
of my daughter husband-to-be.

It is time.

Hm.

The groom's mother
is with the bride.

Well, it is time. It is
time for you, my son,

to sign the contract.

[Man yelling in
foreign language]

[Men yelling] [Gunfire]

Go to your bride, my son.

[♪♪♪]

It's a boy, Adam.

[Men speaking in
foreign language]

[Angela chuckles]

I'm very, very pleased, my son.

I'm very happy.

And thank you.

Thank you. Thank
you, Mrs. Kelno.

We are very indebted to you.

Well done, doctor. Welcome, sir.

There is something for
you to see. Come with me.

Huh?

[♪♪♪]

Your wife planned this.

She had no more doubt than I had

that I would have a grandchild.

Of course. Naturally. Thank you.

Were they refrigerated?

Naturally. They
should be on dry ice.

Good. Good.

Stephan, you wanna
prepare the ampoules?

Stephan: Yes, sir. Good.

You know how
to do it, don't you?

Yes, indeed.

Adam: One day you'll
be a big doctor, huh?

[Chuckles]

Give me your arm. What...?

Do them properly now. All right?

Take care.

Okay. Next.

[Band playing patriotic ballad]

To the queen. God bless her.

May her birthdays be celebrated
in peace throughout her reign.

All: To the queen.

God bless her.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you may smoke.

[Corks popping]

Cheer up, darling.

It only happens once a year.

Aw, they make me tired.

The good old British
empire and all that.

[Chuckles]

They must be out surely by now.

Well...

[Glass tinkling]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an
important announcement to make.

This gives me great
pleasure and surprise.

The queen's 1959 birthday list

has just been
released from London,

and the colonial
office has informed me

that among those chosen

for the honor to the
empire is Dr. Adam kelno.

[Guests gasp] Adam. Adam.

He's been awarded the
order of knights bachelor.

Adam!

[Laughing]

Sir Adam.

Speech. Speech.

Man 1: Speech.
[Tapping on table]

Man 2: Speech.

[Chuckling]

Um...

[Coughs]

Well, thank you. Thank you all.

You know, I don't know if...

I don't know if this honor
has been given to me

for my work with
the desert arabs

or my nutritional research or...

Or for my perseverance in
simply getting the job done.

[Chuckles]

Whatever.

I am awed and
deeply appreciative

that the nation which
has given me refuge

and opportunity...

Has so recognized me. Um...

But I'm very grateful
to you all. Thank you.

Thank you.

That concludes our
little party for the moment.

If anybody cares to dance,
eh, the music will play for you.

And as you know,
the bar is now open.

[Guests chuckle]

Sure. Go on then.
Don't go too far now.

Have a good time.

Don't get lost.
Don't break anything.

[Chuckles]

Oh.

[Chuckles]

Adam.

You realize we can go home now?

Because of this?

Even if they wanted to,

there's nothing
anyone would dare do

to sir Adam kelno.

Angela...

They couldn't. Come on.

They never could.

You never really
had anything to fear.

Angela, don't. Oh, all right.

All right, all right.

The communists aren't
bothering Polish exiles anymore.

No. No.

They're far too busy
surviving themselves.

To you. Mm. Cheers.

Heh. To us.

Oh, it'd be wonderful.

You can open up a
practice in London. Hm?

An exclusive
practice in Mayfair.

How'd that be?

Oh, you deserve
success and comfort.

Well, we both
deserve it, I think.

[Sighs] You know, you're right.

Yeah.

Yes, you're right.

I could have my own clinic.

Of course. Your
clinic in Mayfair.

No, no, no. Uh...

No, in east end.

Near elephant and castle or...

Adam, but that's the slum.

Oh, my god. What...?
Haven't we suffered enough?

Suffered for what? Come on.

Oh, sir Adam, my
congratulations.

Oh, thank you.

Lady kelno.

Thank you.

Okay, cheer up.
We're going home.

[Chuckles]

[Music continues playing]

[♪♪♪]

Mr. Cady's description
of my medical practice

as a prisoner of the Germans
are totally false and libelous.

This is one Jew you're
not gonna castrate, kelno.

[♪♪♪]

Narrator: While Dr. Adam
kelno was escaping

from the communist
conquerors of Poland,

young American
writer, Abraham cady,

as a volunteer in the
British royal air force,

was doing battle with a
would-be Nazi conquerors

over the English channel.

Just like that?

[Typewriter clacking]

"That's right." She replied.

She says that?
That's right. She does.

Do you really think a
woman would ask a man

to do a thing like that?
She's just a character.

Now, Samantha, I appreciate
everything you're doing, but...

Why don't I just
shut up and type.

Exactly.

May I ask a question, Abe? No.

Something I really don't
understand about writers.

Are you writing this
seriously or just for money?

Everything I do for
money is serious.

No, what I mean
is, do you believe

what you're writing?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I'm not writing the great
American novel. I couldn't.

I think you could.

[Chuckles]

This comes from your
many years of experience

as a literary critic, right?

I know you can write seriously.

Well, I couldn't afford
all my various vices.

Yes?

Thank you.

Mail. From the
states. Philadelphia.

Aw, my father.

Read it, will you?

"Dear Abe.

"Thank god you are
promoted to an office

and out of the airplane."

Yeah, well, I didn't
write him about the crash.

He'd decided I was
permanently blinded.

He'd do such a
scene in the shul.

Abe.

You don't know Jewish
fathers. [Chuckles]

Sounds more like your
mother would have.

Well, that's the thing
about Jewish fathers.

A mother nibbles away
at them all her lifetime.

But when she dies,
her soul enters his body

and finishes the job.

Honestly.

Go on. Read me some more.

"This girl,

"does she come
from a good family?

Those English Jews
can be very stuck-up."

He thinks I'm Jewish?
So let him think.

I couldn't tell him
your father was a lord,

and on top of that, a gentile.

Would it really matter to him?

There's an old yiddish
story about that.

It doesn't really matter,

he'd just have a
small stroke, that's all.

"Be sure you let them know

"your father isn't just
an ordinary baker.

"Tell them we have
the best Jewish bakery

in Philadelphia."

Well, when I was growing up,

we were very poor.

"Take care of yourself.

Don't go out in
the fog too much."

[Laughs]

"It's bad for the sinus.

"Your mother, she
should rest in peace,

"would be very happy
you stopped flying.

Love, papa."

It's a sweet letter, Abe.

Yeah, it's all right.

Can't imagine feeling that
way about one's parents.

[♪♪♪]

Who's it?

It's me. I work late.

Come in.

You weren't sleep, were you?

Sit here, will you?

Damned bandages.

They'll be off soon.

Yeah, well, one good thing.

I'll be able to see when
I go to the bathroom.

[Chuckles]

I'm pretty cross, right?

Really. You're outrageous.

Hm.

Are you afraid
what it'll be like

when the bandages come off?

And things are...

Less unprecedented?

Whether we'll feel the
same way again and so forth?

So forth.

And so forth.

[Sighs]

I suppose I'm a little afraid.

Well, you don't know
what kind of a prize you are.

Money. Title.

[Chuckles]

Not everyone is as
secure as you are.

[Chuckles]

People who love each
other want to be together.

Prizes get won.

I was always taught
to take my gloves off...

With a lady.

Is that what it is?

Is that really
true? Is that all?

Well, I can't be exactly agile.

It doesn't matter, darling.

[♪♪♪]

What's the matter?

What?

Close the door.

[♪♪♪]

[Lock clicks]

[Chuckles]

You've got a whole
lifetime to be a great lover.

I know.

I have to get over the feeling

that someone is
scoring me all the time.

You're just a big
fool, aren't you?

Afraid so.

[Phone ringing]

Yes? Mr. Shawcross?

Yes.

Shawcross the
publisher? Yes. Yes.

This is sergeant flory,
marylebone police station here.

Do you know a yank, sir?

Name of flight lieutenant cady.

Says he's a writer.

What's he done now?

Well, he's out of uniform.

Claims you publish his stuff.

You called me at...

2:00 A.M. to tell me
that he's out of uniform?

He's naked, sir.

Found him swimming
in the fountain

in trafalgar square.

Bring the idiot to me, sergeant.

[Abe laughing]

Couldn't understand
what I was doing

in an raf uniform, those bums.

I said I'd gladly transfer
to the American air force,

but I like this uniform better.

Probably why I
enlisted in the first place.

Stop talking and
drink your coffee.

Now, what's this all about?

You know, these are
patronizing reviews, David.

You want me to read them to you?

I've read them.
What's all this drinking?

Well, war's over...

The bandages are off,
and I don't like what I see.

About to be discharged,
anxious, et cetera.

Why have you and this
Samantha broken up?

Oh, well, that's
a vicious circle.

She's afraid

that when I see
her, I won't like her,

and I'm afraid that if I see her

maybe I won't like her.

It's a standoff.

You've been with
her, haven't you?

Knowing you.

Well, whoever started the
rumor that the British are reticent?

Everything was as it should be.

Impeccable.

But what makes you think
that actually seeing her

would be any more?

Or less?

Well, it's the male animal.

This one, anyway.

All right, David.
You do know me.

I have to control situations.

I panic if I don't.

Hell, I can't fly if anyone
else is on the flight deck.

I don't control this.

Think you can pull yourself
together by lunchtime?

I doubt it.

Pity.

There's an absolutely
smashing girl from the BBC

been asking to interview you.

Obviously, intoxicated
by your work.

Seems to think your stuff
really reeks with masculinity.

Well, I like that.

Let's talk about me a lot.

I've asked her to
lunch at my club.

Maybe you can wreak a little
and get back on the flight deck.

[Chuckles]

I'll try, David.

[Light classical music playing]

Well, here's your bird.

Cynthia green, Abe.

How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

I took the Liberty of
ordering you a Martini.

We were just discussing

the singular efficacy
of those things.

Seem to work on everybody,

except book
reviews. Right, David?

[Chuckles]

Cynthia was very taken
by the sheer personal vigor

that pokes through
in your writing.

Oh, you were?

Ah, that's hopeful.

Here's to vigor and so forth.

And so forth.

[♪♪♪]

David, I am going to kill you.

[Chuckles]

Samantha.

Well...

You know, you're
gonna have to marry me.

Unless you prefer
me blind and helpless.

Don't test me.

[Ship horn blowing]

Elizabeth, you were a year
younger when we married.

Well, she's so vulnerable.

If ever I've seen a child less
vulnerable, it's Samantha.

But going to the states.

To California.

To Los Angeles!

[Ship horn blowing]

Father: Bye, darling.
Elizabeth: Bye.

Father: Goodbye.

Take care.

[♪♪♪]

[Abe laughing]

I can't wait to see my
father and your folks meet.

I'm sure my father thinks
English laws really don't exist.

I wonder what he'll
say when he finds out

we married in a church?
I don't care what he says.

I'm perfectly willing to go
through a Jewish ceremony

if you like. I would not like.

I don't believe in the Jewish
thing. Or the Christian thing.

Or the Muslim thing
or the Buddhist thing.

You disapprove?

Well, you have to
believe in something.

Why? Because...

Well, because you'll
feel empty if you don't.

Well, I believe in myself,
and I believe in money.

And I believe in
mumm's extra dry 1939.

I wonder if you'll
always be able to do that.

Do what?

Pass everything up with
some kind of a flip remark.

Are we about to
have our first fight?

No.

All right then.
Something practical.

Yeah, what's that?

Will I like Beverly Hills?

You'll hate it.

But for $200,000
for the film rights

to the squadron,

and for $5000 a week,

while I'm writing
the screenplay,

you'll get used to it.

[♪♪♪]

Hello, Mr. Cady.

Maybe it should be
dad or even Morris.

It was a calm trip on the boat?

Samantha: Very
smooth, thank you.

With food on the
train from New York?

Oh, yes. It was fine. Fine.

Abe: Hey, papa.

You like California? Well,
we don't know yet, papa.

Let her catch her breath, huh?

A new person from
a different place,

even comes into the family,
they should be welcomed.

It's lovely, Mr. Cady.

I want you to
see the pool first.

Traveling all the way here
when you're having a first baby.

I understand. It's not easy.

Well, that's the way it is.

You lose someone,
you gain someone.

A wife lost, a daughter gained.

Maybe a granddaughter.

It's a cycle. Heh.

Abe: Well, it's not exactly
your father's estate, but, uh...

Samantha: It's, uh...

It's remarkable.

Abe: Sure is. About as
California as you can get.

Huh? [Morris chuckles]

Morris: It's not what you
wanted? I should've rented for you?

Abe: It's fine, papa.

Samantha: Oh, it's
exactly what we wanted.

Morris: Sometimes I can
fall asleep in the pool on a tire.

A white wall naturally.

Oh, Abe, stop it.

What's the matter?

Abe, a person gets tired.

I'll look after the luggage.

Maybe we could all
take a dip before dinner.

Good.

Let's go inside. I'm
dying to see the nursery.

Nursery? The baby's room.

They do have room for their own.

Oh, sure. Well, he could
have a wing all to himself.

Or she can.

[Sighs]

Satisfied? Hm? [Chuckles]

I'm still in a state of
shock from the trip.

It's been an
exhausting few weeks.

You'll get used to how
people live around here.

Oh, I'm sure I will.

It seems to have been built
and delivered all of a piece.

That's true. You
rent it by the month

along with a Butler, a
pool man and a gardener.

I suppose what strikes me,

and I'm thinking of england,
so it's foolish, I know,

but what strikes me is that
it all seems so temporary.

It is temporary.

It'll last just as long

as the head of the
studio likes what I write.

We are going to be happy, Abe?

We'll work at it.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Narrator: In the two decades
Adam kelno struggled to survive,

first in Kuwait and
then in London slums,

Abe cady earned fame
and fortune as a writer

of motion pictures.

His son, Ben, was
born and grew up.

His father, Morris, grew old,

and Samantha became
more wife than mother,

and, in her husband's
eyes, less woman.

Abe, like Adam kelno became
successful and restless.

[Morris speaks indistinctly]

What's with the
fun hat, kid? Huh?

We had a minyan
for Seymour Levy,

the gentleman
who died last week.

Did he sucker you into this?

I didn't mind.

[Sighs]

[Pounds table] Israel again.

I was showing Ben
where I'm going to live

in Tel Aviv. Yeah.

Doing a little brainwashing,
you understand, right?

Can I help it if he has a
grandfather that's subversive?

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

Abe? Yeah?

How many movies you wrote?

I don't know. Six or seven.

And two academy
awards, yes? Right.

And not one word
about your own people.

Gonzo, where are you?

Here we are, herr cady.

Hope nobody
ever tells that kraut

the war's over and
he's out of prison

or any moment we'll
have to start paying him.

The war is over, Abe.

What does that mean?

It means maybe they
wouldn't like it too much

the war in the movies anymore.

Well, you take care
of your minyans,

I'll do the writing.

I'm not trying to
tell you what to do.

Well, then don't.

You want I shouldn't have
minyans here anymore?

Now, whatever
gave you that idea?

Papa, to you, I will
confide a secret.

Huh? [Chuckles]

You got me talking that way.

I mean, the world
does not revolve

around what happens to the Jews.

I mean, before
god takes a breath,

he doesn't ask himself,

"is this good or
bad for the Jews?

Sometimes you don't even
seem Jewish to me anymore.

I've been married to a
gentile woman for 20 years.

My son was
raised like a gentile.

Not because of Samantha.
Don't blame it on her.

Why don't we just cool this?

Who cares what he is?

At least he should know

what they did to
his father's people

and nobody lifted a finger.

Concentration
camps were long ago.

Why should we lay
it on his generation?

Better we forget about it.

If we forget about it,
it will happen again.

Papa, be Jewish. Be as
Jewish as you wanna be!

But don't make it a
cross you have to bear!

[Laughing]

Now, that's a mixed
metaphor if I ever...

[Laughing]

Hey.

[Sighs] Can't you
be more careful?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Craig.

Mea culpa. Mea maxima
culpa. That's a play, Ben,

about a woman who's hung
up on good housekeeping.

Hey. Samantha works
hard to keep the house nice.

Yeah? Well, so do I.

Mm. Let's take a drive to
the beach in the jag, huh?

It's 6:30. We'll be
having dinner soon.

After dinner then.

Abe, it's a school
day. Ben has to study.

Maybe we can go after
dinner. What do you say, mom?

We'll see. Go on, Ben.

We'll see what? If
he washes his hands?

If his manners are
impeccable? If he's respectful?

I'm not gonna argue
about it. Then and only then

he can take a drive with
his father. As a reward.

There has to be some
discipline in a boy's life,

even if there isn't any
in the adults around him.

My third ear tells
me that's another one

of those rationalizations
you're addicted to.

To which you're
addicted for a writer.

Where are you going?

Family quarrel. I
shouldn't interfere.

Well, you interfered enough
with Ben. He gets all that stuff

about joining the
Israeli air force from you.

This is from a boy who
couldn't wait for Pearl harbor.

He should run
away at 20 years old

to fly with englishmen.

I want to talk to you.

Want a Martini?

I'm serious, Abe.

You can't be serious
and drink a Martini?

Anglo-Saxon puritan ethic?

You're so bloody literate.

If I weren't,

I'd have to turn to crime
to support this family.

Okay.

You have my full,

even enraptured attention.

This isn't funny.

No, maybe it is.

Who is Mary Smith?

Mary Smith is the distaff side

of the registration
that illicit couples use

in motel books.

Such as John and Mary Smith.

In your witty manner,

are you denying you
know a Mary Smith?

I am not now, nor have I ever

been acquainted
with a Mary Smith.

Why do you treat
her so shamefully?

Mary Smith followed me

all the way down
Beverly boulevard

crying her eyes out,

complaining that you've
been unfaithful to her.

Well, she's crazy.

Oh...

Of course she's crazy.

You've never touched
another woman

since you've been
sleeping with her.

That's right. I haven't.

[♪♪♪]

Thank you.

I don't know what the
word for male slut is...

But that's what you are.

And that's the way you're
bringing up your son.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[Typewriter clacking]
Secretary: Hi.

Hi.

Secretary: Your wife's inside.

Are you crazy?

What about the private line?

I answered it. It was
your actress friend.

What did she want?
She said she doesn't mind

losing her lines. You
shouldn't make a fuss.

Not her, my wife.

Something about a station wagon.

What about the station wagon?

I've been waiting to
take it. I'm late already.

Take it where?

Don't you ever remember anything

after cocktail time?

Oh, try to improve
your responses.

You said that yesterday.
I explained to you clearly

I had to drive to long beach
museum for the British art show.

You said you had to
take the station wagon

because the jag
needs to be lubed,

but I could pick it up at
3:00. And it's now 3:30.

I'm, obviously, in a
state of mortal sin.

Can anything be done?

Just give me the keys, Abe.

Do you have to be so brutal?

Why do we have to go through

these ridiculous little
quarrels all the time?

There are so many important
things to quarrel about.

Is there petrol in it?

The car is full of gas.

You've been in this
country for 18 years now.

Look...

I'm sorry. I forgot
about the car.

Hey.

Hey, I'm not that sorry.

You really are a wretch, Abe.

Let's try not feed on
each other like this.

Nice to see you.

You can take the mg. Thanks.

Always the bridesmaid,
never the bride.

Your time will come.

Yes, I know. It's
called menopause.

Abe: A natural.

People have to share everything.

It's a sign of their love.

And I'm not talking about
constant sexual intimacy either.

I'm talking about sheer
day-to-day contact.

At very least, if people
have to live together,

they should have
separate apartments.

Bathroom, dressing
room and sleeping room.

Well, in other words,
you have to be rich

to have any kind of a
good shot at marriage.

Right. Uh-huh.

Well, then tell me why
do more rich people

get divorced than poor people?

Because poor people
can't afford divorces.

You know why you
and I get along so well?

Because we only see
each other once a week?

That's right.

If we lived together, we
wouldn't get along at all.

Ah, if we lived together,

you wouldn't be
seeing anybody like me

and getting away with it.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, yes, Mr. Harris.
Ken said you'd call.

Oh, nine tomorrow's fine for me.

And Jason's even better.

Well, I'll see you then.

Bye-bye.

How do you know what you'd do?

You haven't been with one man

long enough to find out.

Nobody asked me.

Come on, you'd hate
it if anyone asked you.

If you say so.

You know why?

Could I stop you
from telling me?

Because you feel unworthy.

You find it hard to believe

that anybody would
actually want you for yourself.

So you go and sell yourself

to prove you have
any value at all.

And you sold
yourself so often...

That there's nothing
left to give away.

You know, you
should be sitting up,

and I should be
lying on the couch.

You're not gonna charge $50

an hour for this, are you?

Why not?

I probably owe you
more than that already.

I've come to a big
decision about you.

Yeah? Yeah. I'm
gonna write a book

about you and I'm
gonna call it the bed.

[Both chuckle]

Well, do I get a
piece of the action?

Why? I'll make you the...

What do you call it?
The technical advisor.

You give me all
the clinical details.

[♪♪♪]

What are you building, Abe?

I don't...

If everything I
write turns to junk,

I'm gonna be the
best-selling junk writer there is.

And that's...

Awful.

Shh.

It's all right, papa.
You can come out.

You don't have to
lurk in the doorway

clucking your tongue at me.

I wasn't clucking.

Up here, you were clucking.

I'm your father.

Oh, don't you
people ever give up?

Why are all Jews such parrots?

Listen, Abe,

you are a you people too.

Without interfering
with your business,

I'm trying to tell you what
you're doing is no good.

Yelling at me, all
right, I understand.

But Samantha is a woman.

I have two people to
argue with in this house.

It's a regular cabal!

If you're such a nice
Jewish father to me,

why do you always take her side?

Because you're wrong.

Because you were brought up

to love god and to obey
his commandments,

and you are turning
out to be a bum,

and I want you should stop.

"I want you should stop."

Been in this
country all your life.

Can't you learn to
speak English correctly?

[♪♪♪]

You know you've done
that three times already?

I have a feeling
I've left something.

I had some good
things in this house.

Yep.

We have.

Among the bad.

I know.

Changing your mind? No, Abe.

I know you'd rather stay here,

and I know you're
going to London for me.

I want you to know how
much I appreciate that.

I don't deserve any
credit. Just getting rich

and slowly dying
here in Hollywood.

I have to leave.

Will you do me one favor?

What's that? When it
comes time for papa

to board his plane for Tel
Aviv and us to board ours,

will you...? Yeah?

Will you accept his love?

At least pretend.

You never quit.

We ran down a
long time ago, Abe,

and we know it.

But your father, he's
going to live in Israel.

[Laughing]

A pioneer at 83.

Fact is you may never
see him again in this life.

London is only four hours
flying time from Israel.

Probably see him twice a month.

Israel will be at
war within a year.

Everybody says so.

Then what?

Are you sure you're not Jewish?

Dad! Dad, there
studio car is here.

We'll be right
there. Hey, hey, hey.

Take some of these bags out.

Come on. There'll be plenty
of time for that at the airport.

Well, Abe,

this is the first house
Samantha ever had.

And Ben was a baby here.

Yeah, well, she
doesn't have to leave.

People have mixed-up feelings.

She feels one thing,
she feels another.

Not everybody's
sure like you are.

[♪♪♪]

[Piano playing]

Have you read my
son-in-law's new book?

The bed?

Hm. I'm afraid I have.

Yes. The Americans
that read it suffer terribly.

Abe is a pioneer. In very
good company, I believe.

Mark twain and Benjamin Franklin

both wrote
pornography, you know.

[Indistinct chattering]

Don't you adore
Samantha's dress?

I think it's
absolutely beautiful.

I just can't believe
she got it in Paris.

Really, it's no...

[Indistinct chattering]

Abe: Well, there's always a
way. He's taking credit too.

As a journalist, I'm fascinated
by one facet of your work.

Yeah, what's that? Its
quality of uninvolvement.

Of studied
uninvolvement, I suspect.

Made possible by simplistic
and undemanding themes.

Hey. That's good.

If one examines it,

one finds out that
your first novel

was about peace-time
flying... Yeah.

Your second and third novel
was about wartime flying.

And your fourth
about fornication.

Peacetime fornication.
I still have the one

about wartime
fornication to do yet.

Now, listen, honey.

I'm not a very profound man.

I wake up every
morning very happy

there's money in the bank.
Oh, I don't believe that of you.

I think you know there
are obligatory themes

for a man in your
time and place.

Nothing is
obligatory for a writer.

Israel will soon be at
war with the arabs again.

There's our chance to connect

and write about
wartime fornication

at the same time.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.

Excuse me, will you?

Well, you're not gonna
be a miser, are you, David?

Margaret Alexander,
my friend, Abe.

How do you do?

Alexander. Alexander.

Now, how do I know that name?

Alexander the great.

Alexander woollcott.

Or Alexander's ragtime band.

[All laugh]

Brandy Alexander?

Oh, now you're reaching.

How about thurston Alexander?

Oh, of course, the
American secretary of state.

Yeah.

Under president, uh...

Your husband, god forbid?

My father.

Oh. Scholarly gentleman.

Look just like the secretary
of state ought to look.

Where is he now?

On elba, plotting to return.

Excuse me.

I hear you're taking
a flat in Mayfair,

just behind Shepherd's market.

That should make Katie happy.

Old pups, young
girls and new money.

That's right. All in the
same neighborhood.

[Chuckles]

Hey, you know, David, I've
been staring at this woman

across this whole
dreary cocktail party?

You asked for this party, Abe.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry.

I just been attacked
by a female barracuda

disguised as a literary critic.

It seems I should write
something good about the Jews.

There are subjects other than
beds and aircraft, you know.

Yeah.

Well, maybe I'm only
comfortable with one or the other.

Oh, well, uh...

Uh, okay. Have you
met Margaret Alexander?

Samantha.

How do you do?

Hello.

May I have a word with you, Abe?

Oh, sure.

Excuse me.

I have a splitting headache.
I... I'd like to go home.

What, in the middle of a party?

I didn't say you have to go.

And nobody will
miss me, I assure you.

Oh, no. I'll take you home.

Good night.

I'll call you, David.

He's going to ask me for your
telephone number, you know.

I've only been with
one married man.

And it was a mess.

Shall I give it to him?

This is very unlike you, David.

He isn't...

Coping very well.

Well, I doubt this would help.

What he really needs is...

Love.

She loves him.

He needs to love.

Well, may he only wants to
find someone he can talk to.

No. He'll talk.

Will he talk.

All right, I was
vaguely annoyed after.

Phoning me just when I
decided you weren't going to.

Well, I was a little
nervous about it.

You're not the girl
next door, you know.

But you managed to overcome it.

Well, you were
just too smashing.

[Chuckles] And I didn't think

it would bother you too
much that I was married.

Not enough.

Where is she?

At her family's
estate in the country,

with our son.

Mm.

I take it you're
not getting along.

Well, no worse than usual.

Right now she's jabbing at
me because I'm not writing.

Why aren't you? I
would've thought that...

You're not one of those who
thinks work is ennobling, right?

Don't you get bored?

There's nothing I wanna say.

Well, you certainly spend
a lot of time trying to say it.

Zing. [Laughs]

I meant it
sympathetically. Yeah.

Well, I thought I could
go on writing junk,

but it turns out I can't.

The bed finished me.

Margaret: Oh. I love London.

Every part of it.

Makes me cry when I think
of the children long gone

who've played in this park.

Yeah, well, that's
another problem.

I don't I ever cried.

Well, I cried almost every
day when I was a child.

Oh, yeah?

You know why?

Yeah. My father.

He's a superbly intelligent
man. Very graceful.

He wielded enormous
power gracefully.

You know, it's in
all the history books.

Then why did you cry?

Well, he wanted me

to be as strong and
bright as he was.

I tried for him,
for his approval,

but I was always
afraid I'd fail.

And because I was
afraid, of course I did fail.

Oh, well, at least you tried.

I don't.

I guess I'm afraid that if I do,

and I can't make it.

I mean if I really
can only write things

like the bed,

I won't be able to stand it.

Margaret: Your parents must
have demanded a lot of you too.

Abe: Heh. That's a built-in
hazard in a Jewish family.

[Margaret chuckles]

I couldn't get along
with my father as a kid,

and it's worse now.

He's obsessed with
the need for unity

among the Jews as a
weak and oppressed people.

That's why he's in Israel now.

He has to identify.

See, my father's kind
of thinking offends me.

It offends my sense of
being a special individual.

I don't wanna be thought
of as weak and oppressed.

I don't wanna be
thought of as a...

You don't wanna be
thought of as a Jew.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, I'm really sorry, I
shouldn't have said that.

But you meant it.

Because it's true.

You know an anti-semite
when you see one.

Oh, don't, Abe.

Eh...

It's something
I've had to live with

and face for a long time.

But you don't have
to face it right now,

this afternoon.

[Sighs]

Abe...

Married, neurotic,
anti-semitic and all.

I don't know what your father
expected that you didn't give.

[Dog barking within]

[♪♪♪]

I called you all night.

I finally had to drive
in from the country.

Yeah.

Your father's
had a heart attack.

Yes, hello?

When is your next
flight to Tel Aviv?

Yeah, well, I can still make it.

Abraham cady.

Yes, I understand, at
the accommodation desk.

Right. [Hangs up receiver]

It's been all gone for us
for a long time, hasn't it?

This isn't the time, Samantha.

I think it is.

You're tough enough
and remote enough.

Yeah, probably.

There's just no place to
go. I think we should end it

before we hate each
other any more than we do.

And before it rubs off
on our son any more...

Are you jumping on this
because I didn't come in last night?

You haven't come home any
night for the last two weeks.

That's true.

Is it someone you
care for or is it just...?

I care a lot.

Does that make
it better or worse?

Worse.

[♪♪♪]

I'll drive you to the airport.

No, no, no.

I'll take a cab.

Let's not torture ourselves.

Tell Ben I'll call him.

Tell him his grandfather's ill.

He knows.

I loved you as
much as I could, Abe.

I know.

I wish I was as sure I had.

You're hard to give to.

Maybe only someone like
yourself would be enough for you.

Don't.

It's not the end
of the world, is it?

[Whispers] No, it's not.

I'll... I'll pray
for your father.

I'll call you when
I get there, huh?

[♪♪♪]

[Door opens, closes]

And I'll pray for you, Abe.

[Car horns honking]
[Indistinct chattering]

I'm Abraham cady, the son.

[Men singing in Hebrew]

Who are these people?

Do you speak Hebrew?

I studied it in
school as a child.

They are chevra kadisha.

People who deal with
death in the community.

It's considered a great
tribute to your father

for them to be with him.

He must have been very pious.

Yes, he was.

Will he recognize me?

Man: Act as though he does.

One never really knows.

[Men continues
singing in Hebrew]

The son of aham.

Mr. Schomel. Mr. Bendami.

Thank you for
being with my father.

It is a privilege.

Very charitable man.

[Singing in Hebrew]

Papa?

Papa?

Papa, it's Abe.

It's Abe.

[Speaking in yiddish]

What is he saying?

I don't understand him.

It's yiddish.

[Speaks in yiddish]

Yes, papa.

Man: He says, "be a
good Jew. I love you."

[♪♪♪]

[Breath releases]

[Men speak in yiddish]

Say the shema for him.

Hear, o Israel.

The lord our god.

The lord is one.

In Hebrew.

[Speaking in Hebrew]

[Abe repeating in Hebrew]

[Speaking in Hebrew]

[Repeating in Hebrew]

[Man speaking in Hebrew]

[Repeating in Hebrew]

[All speaking in Hebrew]

[Singing in Hebrew]

[♪♪♪]

[Men speaking indistinctly]

[All singing in yiddish]

Rabbi [in English]: May
the soul of Morris cady

come to this place in peace.

[Abe speaking in Hebrew]

All: Amen.

[Continues speaking in Hebrew]

All: Amen.

[Speaking in Hebrew]

All: Amen.

[All speaking in Hebrew]

All: Amen.

[Continues speaking in Hebrew]

Amen. All: Amen.

[♪♪♪]

I tried to reach you, and...

Then I heard your
father had died...

so I flew.

[♪♪♪]

Will you take us to
yad vashem? Sure.

It's the memorial
to all the Jews

that died in
concentration camps.

My father always
wanted me to go there.

Well, let's go.

Abe: Stop at the
wailing wall, driver.

It's a tradition here
to leave a prayer

for the dead, Margaret.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Abe: Yad vashem,
Israel's memorial

to the victims of the holocaust.

Male narrator [in
film]: Corpses of victims

in the hundreds of
thousands were found

where they had been
hastily committed to lie

in the frozen earth
by the retreating Nazis.

When the Russians overran

the most dreaded
concentration camps,

those of Auschwitz and jadwiga,

the Russians, not
inclined to long trials

of war criminals, disposed
of their Nazi captors

rather directly by
western standards,

firing squads.

In the Nazi concentration camps,

12 million were murdered,

six million of them Jewish.

"Arbeit macht frei" means
freedom through work.

A greeting at the
entrance to all the camps.

Under this cruel joke,

the rescue poured out
by the thousands in 1945

as they had been
brought in by the millions

during the years before.

In barracks 125 at jadwiga,

the Nazis had been conducting
secret physical experiments

on prisoners in the name
of medical advancement.

How fast and efficiently

can a Jew be castrated
with minimum anesthesia?

How long can an infant
live without food and water?

The effects of
forced malnutrition

on a 4-year-old as
opposed to a 10-year-old.

How many times can
a child's legs be broken

and set before they
can no longer heal?

What kind of wounds and
lesions produced experimentally

are impervious to skin grafts?

How many blows with a rifle butt

can the undeveloped
skull of 12-year-old absorb

before there is permanent damage

to the nervous system?

And dozens of Nazi
concentration camps

scattered throughout Germany
and conquered Europe.

Unheated barracks were bursting

with women, children
and singled men

about to be murdered
in the gas chambers.

Tattooed...

Numbered for extinction,
hundreds by the hour.

The Nazis, always
methodical and frugal,

developed a method of
murdering 1200 prisoners

with only four
canisters of lethal gas.

At their peak, the gas
chambers of jadwiga

were destroying 20,000
human beings a day.

My god.

Makes you ashamed

to be a member
of the human race.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

I know what I have
to write about now.

I'm going to stay
here in Israel.

I have to do this alone.

I know that.

I wanna do the testing
with the Jewish people

by the lord god of Israel.

And I wanna take them
from the ovens of jadwiga

and sinai and Suez.

I want the reader to be there

when they hoist
the star of David

over Jerusalem...

And rekindle the eternal flame.

I pray that god gives
me the talent to do it.

[♪♪♪]

[Military jets whirring]

[♪♪♪]

Narrator: Qb vii concludes
tomorrow night as...

I read the holocaust.

You know how good it is.

You can tell me about
it for an hour or so.

This is a monstrous,
unbearable lie!

You know, if nobody reads
it, if nobody opens the book,

it is there in print,
my whole life!

Adam kelno is guilty, period.

I want you to
represent Abe cady.

Oh, Tom, please.

And more than that, I
want you, Dr. Parmentier.

I want your testimony.

[Sniffles]

You're absolutely
certain that there is not

the faintest basis of fact

in anything he
implies in that book?

Look, please, if
there's any doubt,

if you have any suspicions, I
must leave and go elsewhere.

Narrator: Tomorrow
night: Part 3, the trial.

[Jerry goldsmith's "a kaddish
for the six million" playing]

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