All language subtitles for War and Remembrance s02e07 4th March 1943.eng

Where does a rich Parisian
find silk stockings?

One does not ask, Ma Cherie.

Your niece is kind to lend me these.

You're going to the opera
with the German Minister.

You can't wear your old clothes.

How can he do this?

I'm an enemy alien and Jewish.

The Germans please themselves.

Ils Sont Les Vainqueurs.

Herr Beck is no exception.

Perfect.

I've been living out of suitcases.

I feel so strange.

You feel beautiful because you are.

Here's your perfume.

Some of mine.

My niece always smells
like a flower shop.

Madame, your gentleman is here.

Thank you, Jeanine.

Oh, Madame, you are ravishing.

Merci Bien.

Bye, Louis.

Maman.

Don't cry.

Mommy will be home soon.

Don't cry.

I'll be home soon.

On your way. Vasi.

I'll look after him.

Sur La Porte D'avignon

Luronnes Dansent,
Luronnes Dansent

Sur La Porte D'avignon

Luronnes Dansent Du Serein

This may seem a tactless question,

but how can you be seen
with a Jewess?

The Ambassador knows that you
and your uncle are in Paris.

The Gestapo, of course, knows, too.

They also know that I am
taking you to the opera.

Who you are
is nobody else's business.

You are uneasy?

Horribly.

I'm sorry.
I thought you might enjoy this.

I intended it as a friendly,
or at least a reconciling gesture.

How long have you known
we were in Paris?

Mrs. Henry, I knew that
you were in Lourdes.

Winston Churchill, you know,
paid a handsome compliment

to General Rommel
during the Africa campaign.

''Across the Gulf of War,

I salute a great General,'' he said.

Your getting from Sienna
to Marseilles was a daring feat.

That escape caused me
terrific embarrassment.

However, across the Gulf of War,
I salute you.

You have courage.

How did you find out
we were in Lourdes?

Just before you were
moved to Baden-Baden,

there was an effort
to get you released.

The French brought it
to our attention at once.

What effort?

We never heard of such effort.

You're sure?

Well... there was a quiet
approach from Washington

to let you cross into Spain.

Still, I was bound
to find out sooner or later.

Oh, by the way,

the doctor from the Victoria home
informed me

that your uncle
is much on the mend.

Can you tell there's a difference
from peacetime Paris?

There's no Jews.

Yes. That is a change.

Do you like Mozart?

I haven't heard
the Marriage of Figaro in years.

It will be very good for you.

[Classical music]

Some more wine, Mrs. Henry?

No, thank you.

I better get back to my baby.

Mrs. Henry,
may I be direct?

Of course.

Dr. Abetz, my Ambassador,

has read your uncle's broadcast
scripts with tremendous enthusiasm.

It is not too late for
Professor Jastrow to deliver them.

You're still interested
in the broadcast?

Indeed.
They're more timely than ever.

In Dr. Abetz' view,

the only way to achieve a positive
outcome to the war now

is for the Anglo-American
allies to realize

that Germany is fighting their fight -

the fight of Western civilization
against brutish Slav imperialism.

And so you see,

Dr. Abetz wants to promote anything
that could help bring about

a better understanding
among the Western powers.

He considers them
of huge importance.

Had my uncle been willing
to make those broadcasts,

we would not have fled Italy.

I realize that neither you
nor Professor Jastrow understand

just how fraught with peril
your situation is.

What do you mean?

The pressure from the Gestapo
to arrest both of you

as Jewish fugitives from Italy with
fake papers never, never lets up.

Thanks only to Dr. Abetz

were you permitted
to go to Baden-Baden.

He is your shield and hope.

If you'd known our
whereabouts since Lourdes,

why didn't you contact us then?

With the exchange
negotiations in progress,

neither Baden-Baden nor Lourdes

seemed the place
to raise the matter.

Therefore, the mischance
of your uncle's illness

proved almost
a blessing in disguise.

Then you brought us here.

I confess.

But I promise you, Mrs. Henry,
my reasons were not entirely selfish.

I am extremely fond of your uncle,
and I was convinced

that it was here in Paris
that he would receive the finest care.

I must warn you to consider this -

if Dr. Abetz withdraws his protection,

the Gestapo will
at once sweep you in.

They're exceedingly
anxious to question you

about your trip
from Sienna to Marseilles.

Need I say more?

But we are under Swiss protection.

Let me be candid.

Once the Gestapo have you,

Swiss protection would be like
a straw fence against a fire.

And I could no longer be responsible
for what might happen...

although I should be most
enormously distressed.

You will urge him?

I don't have much choice, do I?

Our evening has been
well spent, Mrs. Henry,

if you understand that.

[Baby cries]

I couldn't get him to sleep
until you come back, madame.

He cries for you.

That's all right, Jeanine.

You can go now. Good night.

Louis, it's Maman.

You must go to sleep now.

You must go to sleep.

[Singing in Yiddish]

My uncle won't make
those broadcasts.

That would be the end of both of you.

The Germans would never let you go.

They know once he sets foot in
America, he'd repudiate every word.

You must go back
to Baden-Baden at once.

Back to Germany?

Yes. To the custody
of your charge D'affaires.

Pinckney Tuck's
a flaming new dealer,

but he's competent and tough.

He's your best protection now.

Well, you must remember
that there are German internees

in America that the Germans
want back very badly.

Here the Swiss can only
go through the motions.

Tuck will fight.

I'll do what you say.

Good.

Now...

You say Beck
has gone to Stuttgart?

For how long?

For his wife's birthday.

Well, if you request
a return to Baden-Baden,

the embassy technically
can't stop you.

Let's put the request in
before Beck returns.

Just do it. Quick March.

Routinely.

That embassy's a big
tangle of bureaus.

It can just slide through.

Can your uncle travel?

I suppose if he must he will.

All right.

You'll need a Swiss escort
to Baden-Baden...

and, uh... transit visas...

and, of course, railroad tickets.

I'll have the comtesse
go to the Swiss litigation...

Or I will.

I know what you're thinking.

Can you trust this old hag
of a collaborationist?

Yes. Trust me.

We're both American.

It's risky to involve yourself,
Comtesse.

More tea?

No.

Let's get going.

Vite! Vite!

15 minutes to train time.

We'll be there in five.

Aaron, are you chilly?

No. Warm as toast.

The Swiss Consul will be there?

Waiting outside the gare,
or so the comte says.

We're so grateful to you both.

Write me all that from Baden-Baden.

Cheval!

Cheval, oui.

Horsie.

Horsie.

Mrs. Henry?

Monsieur Liestal.

Dr. Jastrow.

La comtesse de chambrun?

Ah oui.

Liestal. Swiss litigation.

Enchantee.

So nice to see you again.

I shall accompany you
to Baden-Baden.

All is in order.

The German Embassy
made no difficulties.

It's all quite routine.

We have a first-class
compartment to ourselves.

I hate farewells.

You'll be leaving soon.
I'm off.

Louis, sos sage.

Courage, Professor.

Courage.

Bon chance, Cherie.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Gardez-les Bien.

Bien sur, Madame.

[Whistle blows]

3:00 here we go, thank God.

We're not moving.

Wartime. Always delays.

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Werner Beck.

Nemesis.

I'm sorry, but he's not
well enough to travel.

Heart action weak,
blood pressure high,

lungs congested.

No. Not possible.

But the hospital discharged him.

Please, Mrs. Henry.

Dr. Grasse is Ambassador
Abetz' personal physician.

I'm perfectly fine.

There's no reason I can't travel.

Professor, you are a responsibility
of my government.

My car is ready.

Professor.

Our papers are in order.

We will not get off this train.

It will not leave until you do.

SS Colonel Paolo Blobel's
Kommando 1005

has become the custodian of
the great and sacred Reich secret.

Reichsfuhrer SS Heinrich Himmler,

privately beginning to fear
that Germany might lose the war,

is taking steps to preserve
his nation's reputation.

He has ordered that
even the mute evidence

of Germany's special
measures against the Jews,

the corpses, must not exist.

And so Kommando 1005
will open and clear

all the mass graves
throughout Poland and Russia.

Burn the bodies,

shovel the ashes into the pits,

level them off with dirt,

and scatter them with grass seed.

And in five years, the woods
would obliterate every trace.

System.

That's the thing, Greiser.

System.

Economic processing.

These fellows search.

These pull off dental gold and so on.

These collect and infiltrate.

System, Greiser, system.

And close supervision,
or the youth will rob you blind.

Last week I had to shoot
seven perfectly healthy ones.

They'll be missed on the work force.

Also, keep a close eye on your SS.

Two good men
on the collection end always.

You've thought of everything.

Germany's war needs are great.

Back home,
they're collecting pots and pans.

Here, amidst this garbage,
we are collecting treasure.

And search them all, even the kids.

It's an old Yid trick to hide valuables
on the children.

How can these Jews stand to do this?

They do it. They are fed.

If not, they are beaten and starved.

It's that simple.

Some of them look like lunatics.

Ja, they don't last long.

You handle them like cattle,

with the shots and the dogs.

When they are hopeless,
you get rid of them.

We catch them in a good mood.

We take their guns
and head for the woods.

No! See the other guy with Blobel?

He'll be taking us to the Ukraine.

That's the place to try.

We'll make it, I tell you.

I'm ready to die trying.

The idea is not to die.

The idea is to bring
the films to Prague.

I can't take much more of this.

[Praying in Hebrew]

Stop those damned sounds.

Listen to me.

They have no Jewish burial.

It's for them.

Singing the songs for the dead
is a great Mitzvah.

You stand in this pit,
you handle these horrors,

and you talk of God?

Where was He when they were shot?

Where is He now?

I don't know.

Maybe we didn't deserve a miracle
that would have saved us.

I don't know.

There he is.

Him I want to kill.

You'll get shot by the others.

What for?

For her.

Cover your face.

They'll see you.

Cover it.

You get the idea?

A layer of bodies
with rags well-soaked in oil,

a layer of wooden ties,
more bodies with oil,

more wooden ties, and so on.

And finally, a drenching of gasoline
with steel rails on top.

And how many on such a pile?

About 1,000.

More than that
it becomes top-heavy.

Always put it up
well to windward.

It helps the stink.

I told you to stand well clear.

So that's it. Finished.

By tonight, we should have this one
all cleaned up.

[Reciting Kaddish in Hebrew]

In the Ukraine,
the graves there are enormous.

They buried treasure in millions
of reichsmarks.

And they buried them like that?

I mean, with no
economic processing?

I argued with that
pighead Eichmann.

I pleaded with him.

But, no- shoot them, bury them,
on to the next town.

The worst... was Kiev.

I had no choice.

I had to follow Eichmann's orders.

I found a ravine outside the town.

Babi Yar, it was called.

It was a place to go
on Sunday picnics,

that sort of thing.

We collected the Jews in batches.

They came like cattle.

We told them they were being
resettled in Palestine.

It took days.

There were more than 30,000 of them.

The biggest job anybody ever tried.

It worked for me.

[Machine gun fires]

Well, I got it done, but what a botch.

Not only didn't the army
keep the civilian sightseers away,

half the rubberneckers
were German soldiers.

Disgusting.

People watching executions
like it was a soccer game.

They were eating ice cream,
even taking pictures.

Pictures of women and children
kneeling to be shot in the back.

That was hard on the morale
of my rifle squads, let me tell you.

They didn't appreciate
getting into such pictures.

What did we do when it was over?

Threw the clothes in with them,

loaded with God knows
what money and jewelry,

and then bulldozed sand
over the whole mess.

Between you and me,
let this go no further,

I sent a secret protest to Himmler.

I proposed economic processing.

I proposed what they
now do in Auschwitz.

I proposed Kommando 1005,
and I designed the flame.

You are as important for the war
effort as General Rommel.

Ja, but no one will ever know.

That is my sacrifice
for the fatherland.

Two hours late already -

Russian equipment,
Russian railroaders.

Sammy!

Now you know
if you didn't know before-

Jews are wild animals!

That's the way to treat them!

No other way!

So let's give them
a lesson they'll remember.

Count out every fourth man
and shoot him!

Unto the flame with them!

The rest - to be chained in sections
by the legs from now on.

And for our comrades at arms...
war heroes...

Back to Germany for a military burial
with full honors.

Into the flame with this!

Lieutenant!

Well, now...

you are blooded, Lieutenant.

I take full responsibility.

There is no time
to have you replaced.

Just keep a better eye
on your noncoms!

Now, finish up here, and get
the hell down to the Ukraine.

Get this garbage
out of my sight!

Into the truck!

Kolko.

All right.

Count off one out of four.

Let's get this over with.

[Speaking German]

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Ein, zwei, drei, vier.

Oh, God, who art compassionate,
who dwellest on high,

command perfect peace beneath
the shadow of thy divine presence

in the exalted place
among the holy and pure,

who shines in the brightness
of the firmament

to the soul of Menachem Mendel,
who was murdered by the Nazis.

[Praying in Hebrew]

[Sonar sounds]

Up scope.

Here he comes.

Range... mark?

1,700 yards.

Down scope.

All hands, hear this.

That Jap destroyer
is combing our torpedo wakes

and heading straight for us.

I'm going to shoot him.

We've been tracking this
damn convoy for days.

I'm not losing him because
of torpedo failures.

Our fish ran straight,
but they were duds again.

We've still got 13 torpedoes aboard

and some major targets ahead-
a big freighter, a tanker,

and a Jap transport with troops
dying to give our Marines hell.

If the tin can works us over,
they're going to escape.

So I'll shoot him with contact
exploders on a shallow setting.

Look alive!

I need a good solution.

Set tubes, depth 5 feet.

Open outer doors.

Set tubes, depth 5 feet.

Open outer doors.

Up scope!

Range... mark?

1,500 yards.

Bearing... mark?

350.

Target angle at about 45.

Make closing speed 40 knots.

Range... mark?

1,150 yards.

Range... mark?

1,000 yards.

Bearing.

348, drift in to port.

Angle on bow, zero.

Stand by to shoot.

Speed steady at 40 knots.

I have solution lights.

Fire one.

Fire two.

The wakes are missing to the left.

Damn it.

Stand by. Bearing... mark?

347.

Range... mark?

850 yards.

Captain, I have solution lights.

Fire three!

Fire four!

Fire five!

Torpedoes are running right
underneath the destroyer's bearing.

Left full rudder.

Come to 2-8-0.

All ahead, full.
Emergency-350 feet.

Yeah! My God, Captain,
you blew his bow off.

Belay that last order.
All ahead, 1/3.

Aye, aye, sir.
Answering all ahead, 1/3.

Yeah!

All right!

Yeah.

Yeah! All right!

Whoo!

Okay.

The freighter and tanker
are high tailing it away.

But the troop transport
is turning towards us.

Start reload.

The captain is demented or panicked.

It's great for us.

All hands, now hear this.

The USS Moray has just
scored her first victory.

We blew that Jap destroyer to bits.

Well done.

The forward torpedo room

can paint a beautiful sunrise
among those tubes.

Yeah! Yeah!

The transport is headed this way.

He's 10,000 tons,
full of soldiers.

Here's our big chance.

We'll shoot him,

then pursue the other two
on the surface.

Let's get them all now -
I want a clean sweep.

Yeah!

Knock it off.

We'll celebrate when we got them.

Tubes one, two, and six
are ready - forward.

Open outer doors.

Up scope.

Bearing... mark?

315.

Range... mark?

1,200 yards.

Down scope.

Stand by to shoot.

I have the solution lights, sir.

Fire one.

Shoot number one
fired electrically, sir.

Fire two.

Number two fired electrically.

Fire six.

All units are running hot,
straight, and normal.

Up scope.

Okay. Come on, baby, come on.

Three sweet ones on target
all the way, Skipper.

Torpedo run to target - 22 seconds.

[Boom]

Two sure hits, Skipper,
on the corner of midship.

I see flames. She's afire.

Whoo-hoo! Ha ha!

Well done, fleet.

Well done. Down scope.

Prepare for battle on surface.

Man all guns.

Horseshoe!
Surface, surface, surface.

[Alarm sounds]

Forward. Take it forward.

Get that ammo ready.

Aye, aye, sir.

50 over the side.

Let's circle and see where
the freighters have got off to.

All ahead 1/3.

Like ants off a hot plate, huh?

He's trying to sink it.

He just might, too.

5-inchers - sink them!

Come on, 5-inchers, finish them.

Whoo!

Okay. Briney, what's
the range on the freighters now?

Radar, what's the range?

13,000 yards.

Okay. Let's circle, jam some
charge into the batteries,

and get photographs
of this transport.

On the surface, we can overtake
these other two monkeys easy.

Meantime, let's sink these boats

and send these floaters
to join their ancestors.

Captain, don't do it.

Why not?

Because we're not butchers.

These are combat troops.

If they get rescued,
they'll fight our guys

in New Guinea in a week.

It's like shooting prisoners.

Come on.

What about our guys in Bataan?
On the Holiday Arizona?

These boats, barges, and rafts
are legitimate targets of war.

So are the men.

If we don't kill them,

they'll kill Americans.

Open fire! All guns.

Commence firing.

Captain, I'm going below.

Very well, Reid.

[Sonar sounds]

Henry.

Hey.

5,000 yards.

Broader in the starboard quarter.
Hull down.

We got the bastards, Briney.

I'm going to attack.

Aye, aye, sir.

Look alive, Lieutenant.

There's a war on.

Wrong, Skipper.

War is when the other guy
can shoot back.

I can hack your not
agreeing with my decision -

it's not just me, the crew should
be high as a kite, they're not.

They will come around
when the action starts.

You're the guy
I'm wondering about.

Now hear this.

We've got these Jap
freighters at 5,000 yards-

nearly a beam each other.

I'm shooting three torpedoes

and an overlapping shot
from our stern tubes.

Look sharp.

Final bearing and shoot.

Mark?

140.

Range... mark?

950 yards.

Down scope.

Angle in the bow 80 port.

They're overlapping nicely.

Set... solution lights, sir.

Fire seven.

Tube seven fired electrically, sir.

Fire eight.

Number eight fired electrically.

Fire nine.

Number nine fired electrically, sir.

Torpedoes running hot,
straight, and normal - on bearing.

[Boom]

Whoo! Ha ha!

Up scope.

One hit, Skipper, folded her stacks.

What about the other one?

No luck, sir.

Very well. Surface!

Down scope.

Horseshoes.

Surface, surface, surface!

[Alarm sounds]

They've got some 3-inchers.

Better hope they're lousy shots.

We can hit them from below.

No. We'll finish now.

All ahead. Strike.

All ahead, forward.

Steady as you go.

Stand by to shoot - two, three.

Shooting two, three.

All ahead 1/3.

The solution lights
have been reported, Skipper.

Range 700 yards.

Bearing 002.

Point-blank, Briney.

Fire three.

Fire three.

Left full rudder.

Got them both.

Well, there's no sense
in taking any more fire, eh?

Clear the bridge!

Dive! Dive!

[Alarm sounds]

Attention all hands.

I'm so proud of all you guys
I could damn near cry.

You are the best sub crew
in the whole damn Navy.

Let me tell you something else.

The Moray has just begun
to kill Japs.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

We're going to go back
and put our last fish in that cripple,

then all ahead flank for Pearl.

When we pass Channel Boy I
in 10 days,

we're going to tie
a broom to the periscope...

clean sweep!

God bless every one of you.

Crew seems all right to me, Briney.

[Music - Anchors a Weigh]

Welcome aboard, Admiral Nimitz.

I want to shake hands with every
officer and man on this boat.

Well done, Captain.

Thank you. Follow me, please.

Pete, aren't you staying
for the party?

No, Briney.
I can't get in the mood.

Yeah.

See this?

Nothing in there
about the shootings, I hope.

No.

There's plenty of scuttlebutt
around the base.

What are they saying?

Looks like the vote's
going against the Skipper.

Good.

But not by much.

I don't know, Briney.

All those men out there...

and he honestly believes
he did the right thing.

I know.

Subpac's recommending him
for his second Navy cross.

When Nimitz finds out
about those shootings,

I doubt it.

It's some war, Pete.

Yeah... some war.

I'll see you around, Briney.

[Music playing]

Hello!

It's me - Briney!

Byron.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Janice!

Oh, Byron, I love you.

Don't you know that?

Don't be so afraid.

I won't eat you.

Did you see this?

Uh, yeah. Everywhere I go.

You should've seen the bash

they laid on at the officers' club.

He's the toast of Subpac.

Well, did you get my message?

Is he coming for dinner?

Yeah, he's coming.

Well, great.

I got to change.

Captain, I'm surprised you weren't
waylaid by adoring females.

Well, I did, but I fought them off.

Oh, single-handedly?

Of course.

I didn't come empty-handed.

Here it is, for you.

And this is for you,
Mrs. Janice Henry.

And for you, Captain.

Oh! Hey.

This is for you,
Lieutenant Henry.

Right there.

You know, he is the best
damn submariner in the fleet.

That's just what I needed,
Captain.

All conquering heroes
in the dining room

for the dinner of your lifetime-

steaks, shrimp... apple pie, Byron,

and champagne from California.

Ah, my style. My style.

We've had enough.

Now, you two stay clear
of my kitchen.

Aye, aye, Captain.

I'm going to clean up...
cut it out.

Thank you.

Oops!

Lovely mood I'm in,
gentle as a bird in motion...

Let me do that.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pete Betman asked
to be transferred.

And?

What do we do for an xO?

I told the Admiral
that I wanted you.

Me? No. No, that's impossible.

I'm a Junior Reserve.

Besides, I'm a lousy administrator.
You know that.

The roster shows you're qualified,
and you are.

The Admiral is considering it.

Yeah. You'd be only the third
reserve xO in Subpac.

But the Admiral is inclined
to give me what I want just now.

Unless you agree with Pete Betman.

If you don't want to sail with me
again, that can be arranged, too.

I haven't asked off.

Let's get this thing settled
once and for all.

We're in a war, and the only way
to end it, to win it,

and to save lives in the long run

is to kill large numbers
of the enemy.

Am I right or wrong?

No, Lady. You loved it.

I... I don't mind doing a job
on the bastards.

I admit that.

The war was their idea.

You know, I think you've forgotten
they killed your brother.

I said I haven't asked off.
Now, drop it.

Where's Astor?

Byron?

Yeah?

Where's Astor?

Oh, he got smashed and took off.

Well, on your feet, sailor.

It's time for you to hit the rack.

Oh, what a day.

You haven't said anything
about Natalie since you made port.

Is there any news at all?

I'll call the State Department
in the morning,

for all the good that'll do.

That was for Natalie, wasn't it?

No...

good night.

What did you do with Byron?

Sleeping like a baby.

He ought to be with all
the champagne we poured into him.

You really are a bastard,
you know that?

Uh-uh. I'm a hero.

Didn't you read the newspapers?

Are you sure?

We're not waiting anymore.

Your chains?

Okay.

Stay under the water
as long as you can.

[Yelling in German]

May 10, 1943.

The fighting ends in North Africa.

After more than two years
of bloody warfare,

a quarter of a million
German and Italian soldiers

have finally laid down their arms.

For the Third Reich,
it is a second Stalingrad.

Two months earlier,
ill and discouraged,

Field Marshal Erwin Rommel,
the brilliant "Desert Fox,"

returned to Berlin in a futile effort
to persuade Adolph Hitler

to pull his troops out of Africa.

And now, with the final collapse
of his vaunted Afrika Korps,

he has been summoned for another
meeting with the Fuehrer.

My friend, I'll be waiting.

All right.

And Erwin, be careful.

Yes.

Mein Fuehrer.

Sit down, Rommel.

I should have listened to you.

Now... it is too late.

It's all over in Tunis.

My men...

I keep thinking about them.

They're lucky.

The Stalingrad heroes are
prisoners of the Bolsheviks.

Your men will get fat
on American prison rations.

Hmmph.

Your sacrifice was not in vain,
Rommel.

They wrecked Roosevelt's timetable
for invading fortress Europe,

held them up, while Manstein got
my armies out of the caucuses.

Do you know what the soldiers

are calling ''Case Blue''
campaign now?

Caucasus roundtrip.

You know that, my Fuehrer?

Rommel, nothing in Germany
escapes me.

Never forget that.

Now... you're quite recovered.

Ja. As fit as a boy.

I want you as my military advisor
attached to... headquarters.

Oh, my Fuehrer,
give me a field command.

No. I need a plain-speaking man,
a soldier, by my side.

Then, uh...

may I speak plainly now?

That is what I want.

Mein Fuehrer... end the war.

Make peace.

We cannot go on fighting
the whole world.

There's not much chance left
of winning this war.

I know that.

I would make peace tomorrow...

but nobody will make peace with me.

So...

what can I do but fight to the end.

Permit me to speak against that.

If we took certain
crucial first steps...

if certain activities -

secret, reprehensible,
un German activities-

were stopped at once,
disavowed, even punished -

What activities...
are you referring to?

Certain activities in Poland...

of the SS...

of Himmler.

Himmler!

What concern is he of yours?

Himmler's job is internal Security.

Yours is fighting a war.

We have enough strength
to force a tolerable peace.

You might strike a deal with
the west, but it's impossible...

but it's impossible
unless we put an end to...

to things...

common humanity won't tolerate.

No! No!
I do not permit you to continue!

The Jews are our implacable,
eternal enemies!

Churchill and Roosevelt
are nothing but Jewish puppets!

The Jewish Bolsheviks in the East

and the Jew Plutocrats in the West
have ganged up to destroy us!

Now, if the German people
are incapable of winning this war,

then let them rot!

The best... are dead... anyway.

I will fight for every street,
for every house!

Nothing shall be left!

If a great race dies,
then it has to die heroically!

The immediate question is,

where will the allies
land next and when?

Well...

Sicily, end of June, early July...

then Italy.

Review the staff studies for Italy,
and give me an urgent appraisal.

Zu Befehl, Mein Fuehrer.

Operation Citadel...

under Manstein and Von Kluge.

My coming attack in the East.

Review it and meet me later tonight.

Attack... in the East?

After Stalingrad -

especially after Stalingrad!

They are too cocky now
to make a decent separate peace.

So I must tear a great hole
in their front.

Yes, one good bloody nose,

and Stalin and I will be doing
business again.

Attack!

Attack.

Always attack.

The blacker things look,
attack, attack, attack!

Operation Citadel
begins in late June.

The day I swore...

The day I swore a soldier's oath of
loyalty I would never have believed

such things could be perpetrated
by my own government.

So, now you understand.

Hold or die.

Fight to the last round.

No retreat.

He can only wade
deeper and deeper in blood,

dragging the fatherland
after him.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless some...

somebody...

some heroic personage...

is ready to step in...

to depose him...

and end the war.

You are... talking treason.

July 5, 1943, early dawn.

Against the advice of his Generals,

Adolph Hitler launches Citadel,

his big Summer offensive
in the East-

against a small bulge in the front,

near the industrial town of Kursk,

with the strongest German force
under one command,

he hurls nearly a million men,
3,000 tanks, 10,000 guns,

and more than 2,000 planes
into the assault.

But this time, there is a breach
in German security,

and the Russians are ready.

Lying in wait with almost
1.5 million men, 20,000 hidden guns,

3,600 tanks,
and over 2,000 war planes,

they hit the Germans
with a blow of such force

the invaders are all
but stopped in their tracks.

For five days, the battle rages.

Then as the allies land in Sicily,

Adolph Hitler is suddenly
forced to reverse himself.

In a futile and desperate attempt

to bolster the collapsing
Italian army,

he abruptly calls off Citadel
and immediately begins to ship

his bloodied and battle-weary
troops to Italy.

On July 18th, the Kursk battle
finally draws to a close,

and Adolph Hitler suffers
a defeat he will never recover from.

90,000 dead or wounded...

nearly all of his 2,000 tanks lost
and all of his attacking war planes.

After this, the German leader
will never be able to mount

another offensive in the East,
and his once powerful Wehrmacht

will be on the run
until the Russians enter Berlin.

Quite a difference from the last time
I was here.

When was that, Miss?

1941 December.

Ah, yes, ma'am.

The war's further away now.

Thank God.

They said they'd be
in the back yard, Miss.

Straight through the French doors.

Thank you.

Ah, the Viscountess,
Mr. Ambassador.

Pack it up, Philip.

Hello, my dear.

Hello, Mr. Ambassador.

How long have you been here?

Seems like a lifetime,
but only since Stalingrad.

Lemonade, Tudsbury?

Lemonade, Phil?

Lemonade.

Chickens, Mr. Ambassador?

One's more likely
to eat regularly in Moscow

when food grows
in the back yard.

I can imagine.

We tried to book you into
the National, but they're full.

We'll put you up here.

How kind.

United press just left a suite
in Metropole.

Could I get it?

Think I can swing it.

The manager is a distant cousin
of my wife.

Be sure to come to our party tonight.

Best spot for watching
the victory fireworks.

Thank you.

Bye, dear.

Thank you.

What victory?

The Kursk Salient.

Surely you know about it.

It wasn't reported in America.

The invasion of Sicily's
been the big story.

Sicily. A sideshow.

Come on, Philip.

Hitler's offensive at Kursk

was the biggest tank battle
of all time.

The Russian counterattack finally
broke the backbone of Jerry's line.

That is something to celebrate.

Stalin's ordered the first
victory celebration of the war -

120 artillery Salvos.
It'll be something.

Well, I suppose I better come
to the party then.

You had.
The entire Yank mission's coming.

All except Captain Henry, that is.
He won't be there.

Oh, won't he?

You've met him, then?

Made a point of it.

Doesn't say much.

They say he gets things done.

That he does.

He's off in Siberia now.

Just as well.

I look like death.

Come on. It'll never work.
He's married.

He's a fossilized old Christian.

Doesn't even play cards on Sundays.

How do you intend
to pry him from his wife?

That's doesn't deserve an answer.

I love it when you're angry.

How's your wife, Philip?

Oh, Valentina!

She's fine.

She's still touring the front
with her ballet troupe.

Thanks for asking, Tuds.

[Singing]
Oh, baby, please come back or you'll break my heart completely

'cause I don't want to go
on without you, no, sirree...

Tudsbury!

One of the great tank commanders.

He fought at Kursk.

I gathered.

He told me he
killed many ''Germans.''

That's strange, isn't it?

The only decent song
of this whole Holocaust

is a cheap weepy Hun ballad.

Reminds me of North Africa.

Oh, what the hell.

Shall we, Pamela?

Why not?

[Singing]
Orders came for sailing somewhere over there

all confined to barracks
was more than I could bear

I knew you were waiting
in the street

I heard your feet
but would not meet...

Let's have a drink.

Be right with you, General.

[Singing]
... my own Lili Marlene

resting in the village
just behind the line

even though we're parted
your lips are close to mine

you wait where
that lantern softly beams

your sweet face seems
to haunt my dreams

my Lili of the lamplight
my own Lili Marlene

Attention, everybody.

It's five minutes to midnight.

We'll darken the room
and proceed to the balcony.

Hello, Pamela.

Hello there.

Remind you of anything?

My terrace in London. 1940.

Yes.

Pamela, I'm sorry about your father.

I really am.

Did you get my letter?

No.

Did you get any of mine?

No.

You married yet?

Not yet.

God! There's shrapnel falling.

Get inside!

Pretty fancy display of flak.

Too bad they're not as free
with cooperation.

General Fitzgerald,
Miss Pamela Tudsbury.

How do you do?

Pamela.
What a pleasure to meet you.

I was with Duncan Berne-Wilke
in New Delhi.

He'd gotten word you were coming.

He was a very happy man.

Now I see why.

Is he well?

Getting along.

That's a thankless war theater,
the CBI.

Pug, we better get back
to those charts.

I'll make my farewells, Pamela.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry I've got him on my hands.

I'm pretty tied up.

Can we see each other tomorrow?

I can't tomorrow.

Foreign press is being taken
on a tour of the Kursk battlefield.

When will you be back?

Not for a week.

That's too bad.

I bumped into your wife
in Washington.

Oh?

How does she look?

Very well.

She said to watch your weight.

Shore duty.
She knows me.

Your General looks
about ready to go.

Yes, so I see.

Well, I'll see you in a week.

Yes.

We have worlds to talk about.

We do.

You call me when you get back.

As the Third Reich reels
from he Tunis disaster

and further reverses
on the Eastern front,

two more blows
shake Hitler's empire.

On July 24th and 25th,

a combined force of 780 American
and British bombers

drop over 5,000 tons of bombs
and incendiary weapons

on Hamburg, Germany.

50,000 people are killed and nearly
a million are left homeless.

Then with the allied landings
in Sicily turning into an axis route,

the disillusioned Italian
people rise against Mussolini.

And on July 25th, after 21 years
as dictator, II Duce falls.

Treachery!

It's all treachery!

I told Mussolini. I warned him.

Where are your troops,
your bodyguards?

Nothing. He had nothing.

The question is,
will the Italians keep fighting?

Never.

Now that the Swine Badoglio
has taken over.

He's our worst enemy.

He's already in touch
with the British.

I know it.

I can smell it from here.

I want two plans drawn up tonight.

First, find and rescue Mussolini.

Two, prepare to take Rome.

I'll clean out that scum,
that rabble, that royal family.

I'll make them crawl.

I'll put the Duce back in power
in a week.

There's the question of the Vatican.

The whole corps of diplomats
is in there.

I'll enter the Vatican
and pull out that gang.

Won't that be a haul.

Shoot those diplomat swine
hiding in there.

Later we can say it was all
a mistake of the war.

Clean out that whole pus of priests.

What do I care?

The Vatican.

An abscess of swindling
Jew religion.

Jesus was not a Jew.

He was the bastard son
of a Roman soldier.

And Paul, huh!
The greatest Jew swindler of all time.

Mein Fuehrer,
we have 70,000 troops in Sicily.

They must get back quickly
to the mainland.

At once. Absolutely.

Zeitzler, Jodl, see to it.

Blow up the equipment.

Just bring back the troops.

Sicily's done for.

I'll have to fight the allies
on the mainland.

We'll need every last man.

And Rommel. Take charge up North.

Stand by to seize the Alpine passes
and roll in every available division

to disarm the Italians
at the first false move.

Absolutely, Mein Fuehrer.

They're probably plotting
to change sides right now.

Treachery!

They're all traitors,
except the Duce.

I want him rescued,
no matter what.

That way I'll preserve the axis
and the pact of steel.

Zu Befehl, Mein Fuehrer.

It will be more than two months
before German commandos

finally locate and rescue Mussolini.

And on September 23, 1943,
the deposed dictator,

under the fuehrer's orders,
will proclaim the new

Italian Social Republic in the North.

But II Duce will prove to be nothing
more than a puppet,

and his new government only
a figment of imagination,

propped up by Adolph Hitler's
waning military might.

Le veux joir!
Le veux joir!

Oui! Oui!

Le Voleur la-bas.

Regarde attention.

Yes, that's right.

Le voleur-the thief.

The thief?

Oui.

Voleur mechant!

There you are.

I've been looking all over the park.

We have to go home now.

Word from the Swiss.

The train to Prague leaves
at 8:00 tonight, and we're on it.

Prague. Then it's definite?

We'll join others
and go to Thereseinstadt.

Still no word of why we're
being sent to this... this place?

No.

The Comtesse has been
checking it out.

It doesn't sound at all bad.

It's an old issue, but the
Thereseinstadt article is excellent.

It's a German magazine.

Pure Nazi propaganda, of course,
even though it's written in French.

But the feature articles
are neatly and well-written.

See, Natalie?

Well, look at this, Aaron.

It's called the Paradise Ghetto.

It's supposed to be a privileged
retreat for Jewish war heroes,

high judges, great artists.

They even say they have Cinema,
concerts, theater.

The pictures seem to be authentic.

I even recognize some of the people.

Look, here's that banker
Otto Hirsch.

I've spent weekends on his estate.

There's the conductor
of the Vienna Philharmonic.

Why won't they allow us

either to stay here or go back
to Baden-Baden?

Werner Beck must've had
something to do with this.

The ambassador said no.

He said Werner Beck was transferred
to Madrid a month ago.

And Ambassador Abetz
made no further mention

of those damnable broadcasts?

Not a word.

Mystifying.

You'll only stay there
until the exchange.

Then you'll be on your way.

I'm sure of it.

Please fill this out.

You will return them
when we arrive at Bohusovice.

Please fill this out.

Some sort of customs declaration?

Yes. For Thereseinstadt authorities.

And please make sure you specify
the accommodations you desire.

Please fill this out.

Weren't you able to arrange
your apartment in advance, my dear?

No, but we were assured
accommodations

would be more than adequate.

And you?

Oh, we booked ours ages ago.

Guaranteed.

Four rooms facing south
and two bathrooms.

Guaranteed?

Yes. Guaranteed.

Aaron, you will ride, won't you?

I shall walk.

The Paradise Ghetto, I take it.

Attention! Attention!

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Jews,

in the name of the council of elders
we welcome you to Theresienstadt.

Am the itester Dr. Eppstein.

This is my Deputy Dr. Murmelstein.

You will acclimate yourselves,
and you will like it here.

Only Jews live in Theresienstadt,
and we govern ourselves.

All the jobs are done by Jews -

the manning of our police,
public health,

and fire departments,
and even our own bank.

Everyone who can work
has the duty to work

and will be drafted
according to their vocational skills.

We are well aware that life
in Theresienstadt

may require certain adjustments.

I want to reassure you that we,
of the council of elders,

will do what we can to make
these adjustments easier.

However, for the continued
well-being of the community,

there are certain rules
that must be followed.

It is important for everyone
to understand

that these rules will be
rigorously enforced.

By welcoming you warmly,

we admit you to the
municipality of Theresienstadt.

And now, please go
to the registration tables.

Achtung, Juden! Achtung!

When you reach the tables,
you will surrender all valuables -

currency, cigarettes,
cosmetics, jewels.

Anybody caught trying to hold back
any forbidden object will be arrested

and severely punished.

After you have been allocated your
billets and given your mess tickets,

you will move immediately
to the examining rooms.

You will disrobe.

You will be searched.

You will be examined by doctors
of the Reich for your fitness to work.

When finished,
you all will be deloused.

Cooperate.

Make no protest.

Remain silent.

Move to the tables.

Oh, dear.
I hadn't counted on this.

W-what is this?

What about our apartment?

I paid a fortune.

I have an official economic
ministry receipt.

We have an apartment.

Your apartment...

with a view of the lake?

Take your papers
into the examining room.

We have an apartment.

Not my coat, please.

Your papers, please.

Name?

Dr. Aaron Jastrow.

My niece Mrs. Natalie Henry
and her son Louis.

Americans?

Yes.

Under Swiss protection.

Part of the Baden-Baden
internee exchange.

We're housed temporarily
in Theresienstadt

by order of Herr Abetz in Paris.

You will turn over your valuables.

Now.

If you'd allow me -

Valuables! On the table!

One moment, please.

Dr. Jastrow?

Yes.

The Reich security advised us
of your coming.

Ah.

These are important prominentes.

Special status.

Take them to these quarters.

Zu Befehl, Herr Haupsturmfuhrer.

Thank you.

That's all.

Enjoy your stay in Theresienstadt.

Please. If you will,
come with me.

Achtung!

Some of our other prominentes.

Your work assignments

will be given to you
by the labor section.

The boy will be taken
to the children's home.

No.

For his own health. Regulations.

You will have daily
visiting privileges.

Oh, my God.

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