All language subtitles for War and Remembrance s02e12 4th Dec 1945.eng

I'll take that.

It's all right.
It belongs to me.

If you
say so. Thanks.

Pamela.

Pamela?

Pamela.

Pamela, dear.

This is Pug's
favorite reading lamp.

I'm going to a tea

so I can't
stay very long.

This is nice
of you, Rhoda,

but I can manage the
unpacking myself.

Oh, it's no bother.

I hope you're not
too uncomfortable

setting up
housekeeping

in Hack's
old apartment.

It's a bit odd
trading off this way.

Hack loved the
house, and I

The lawyers thought it
would be a good way

to settle
up Pug's share,

though I, uh

I am surprised
he accepted it.

Well,

I think he just wanted
to end the squabbling.

Have you heard
from him lately?

Yes, he expects to
be relieved soon.

He said it's like
the fourth quarter

of a football game,

when they start sending
in the substitutes.

That sounds
just like him.

Lord knows what
part of the globe

they'll ship
him off to next.

He's requested duty
here in Washington

after we're married.

Washington.

Well, maybe an old dog

can learn a
new trick or 2.

Can't you see this
room is crammed?

Please take it
somewhere else.

In there would be fine.

I, uh...

I have all these boxes
and things, uh...

Identified by number
on this sheet.

It shouldn't take
us any time at all.

Here's your copy.

Come along, dear.

Oh.

Now don't bother to
open 7, 8, and 9.

They're books.

No matter how
you arrange them,

he'll growl.

Uh, 3, and, um... 4

winter civilian things.

That's sweaters, suits,
overcoats and such.

They're mothballed.

Send them out to be
cleaned in September,

and they'll be fine.

Boy, could you move

some of these
things for us?

We have got to get
this cleared up.

Oh.

Oh, Pug had this
cashmere jacket made

in Hong Kong.

He thought he was being
incredibly extravagant.

Now he hardly
ever wears it.

Guilt, I think.

Don't let him fool you.

Under that exterior,

he's as vain
as a peacock.

Oh... no.

No, Pamela, no.

Let's see, now where
did I see those?

Oh.

Here they are.

You always have to
put the shoetrees in.

Now, Pug likes his
shoes to be just so.

But would he
take 5 seconds

to put the
shoetrees in?

Never. Not him.

Away from the
navy, he's

Somewhat of an
absent-minded professor.

You'd never expect that
of Pug Henry, would you?

Uh...

Let's see, that
leaves the box

Well, let's just get
at it, shall we?

We're just about done.

Do you need anything else?

No, that will be
all. Thank you.

Well, it's, uh

It's difficult
separating the herring

from the backbone,
as you might say.

There are some things
Pug and I really share.

One of us will have
to do without.

It can't be helped.

Mementos, pictures,
things like that.

Pug can have anything
I've kept back.

I'll take anything
he doesn't want.

I can't be fairer
than that, can I?

No. Certainly not.

Well, let's dig in.

Oh.

The house we
lived in Manila.

That's Pug
tutoring Byron.

Briny was 12 then.

Oh, it's Madeline

at her 7th
birthday party.

There's the proud papa

helping her blow
out the candles.

He would spoil
her rotten.

I had a really
tough time

deciding about this
one, I can tell you.

Maybe,

Maybe Pug found
it too painful.

I don't know.

I love it.

I made it for him.

He never uttered a
single word about it.

You'll find
him a tough man

to figure out sometimes.

Well, anyway,

here it is.

He can have it
if he wants it.

Rhoda, I'm sure he
wouldn't want you

to give up such things.

There's more.
Plenty more.

I have my share.

You accumulate
lots in 30 years.

And you don't have
to tell me anything

about what
I've given up.

Why don't we store
the rest of this

in the spare room?

Where is it?

Don't you know?

No, I've never
been here before.

Here, I'll, uh...

I'll help you with these,

and then I'll be
on my merry way.

A lovely kitchen.

Bet you found it filthy.

I did have to scrape
and scrub some.

Bachelors, you know.

Men, my dear.

Still, there's
a difference

between army and navy.

I found that out.

The spare room.

My lord.

It is really
shabby in here.

Why in the world
didn't you have Hack

put on a fresh
coat of paint?

It's simpler just
to close it off.

I don't really need it.

No, of course you don't.

Hack and I are finding

separate rooms very handy.

Rhoda, I don't
understand something.

You said you'd never
been here before.

I haven't.

Why not?

Well,

before Hack and
I were married,

I wouldn't have
dreamed of coming

to his bachelor lair.

And afterwards,

I wanted no part of
his memories here.

Do I have to draw
you a picture?

No.

Fine magnolia tree.

And these old
apartment buildings

really are the best.

Why do you suppose

that flag is
at half mast?

Is it?

Something to do
with the war maybe.

I'll put on the radio.

Chief Justice Stone
Is on the way

to the White House

to administer the
oath of office

to Vice President
Harry Truman.

Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt
Is flying

to warm springs, Georgia,

to accompany the
President�s body

on the journey back
to the Capital.

Is the President

the President�s
death to a stroke.

Mr. Truman is expected
to issue a full statement

following his
swearing in.

Reactions from
around the world

have been pouring in.

The White House
switchboard

has been flooded
with calls,

as a whole nation
searches for means

to express its grief.

Franklin Delano
Roosevelt's death

brings to an end
the longest term

Roosevelt,

Dead.

I mean, it's like the
end of the world.

I knew him.

I... I sat next to
him at dinner

at the White House.

What a charmer he was.

You know what
he said to me?

He said,

Rhoda...

not many men
deserve a wife

as beautiful as you

But Pug does.

He was just being
nice, you know.

But he looked at me

as though he
really meant it.

Oh, what about the war?

Truman is a nobody.

I mean, it's... it's
a nightmare.

It's ghastly.

Hack said he left
some booze here.

Yes, he did. Lots.

You know what?

Let's just have a
good stiff drink

of scotch, dear.

Then I just think
I'll go home.

Franklin Delano
Roosevelt is dead.

A nation and the whole
of the free world

Is plunged Into mourning.

Perhaps the most apt
tribute will be paid

by the men who fought
the great crusade

under his leadership,

veterans of
Montecassino,

the Solomons slot,

the bulge, Midway,
and Iwo Jima.

They will say,

he was the
commander in chief,

not only of our
armed forces,

but of our whole
generation.

Ready!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

As the American
President Is laid to rest,

Winston Churchill
rises in parliament.

What an enviable
death was his.

He had brought
his country

through the worst
of its perils

and the heaviest
of its toils.

Victory had cast

its sure and steady
beam upon him.

In the days of peace,

he had broadened
and stabilized

the foundations of
American life and union.

In war, he had
raised the strength,

the might, and glory
of the great republic

to a height
never attained

by any nation
in history.

9 days later,
April 22, 1945,

the Red Army,

Including elements of
the first polish division,

smashes through the
outer defenses of Berlin.

By 2 p. m.,

the German capital
Is all but surrounded,

and Adolf Hitler,

the German warlord

who once bestrode Europe

from the Atlantic
to the Volga,

had now been reduced

to plotting
grand strategies

to relieve the
beleaguered capital

with divisions,
tank brigades,

even whole armies

that exist only in his
fevered imagination.

What is going on?

We have been trying to
reach the Steiner army

since yesterday.

My patience is
not limitless!

The telephone lines,
they keep breaking down.

If I do not hear
from Steiner

within 15 minutes,

somebody will be shot.

Lieutenant General
Hans Krebs,

Adolf Hltler's
latest chief

of the general staff.

Well?

Unfortunately,
mein Fuhrer

It has been confirmed.

What has?

There can be no
Steiner attack.

Everybody out!

Out!

Out!

Out!

Keitel, Bormann,

Krebs,

Jodl!

Stay!

This is the end!

Treachery, incompetence,
cowardice!

The end! The end!

I shall kill myself!

My decision
is irrevocable!

Do not say these words.

Betrayed!

Double-crossed!

Deceived!

Surrounded by liars!

I can...

I can no longer go on.

I shall die in Berlin!

The war is lost.

Lost! Lost! Lost!

Stupid, incompetent
idiots!

Lost. It's lost!

You stupid
idiots and fools!

You can't call
yourselves generals.

You're idiots!

Nincompoops!

Swine!

It's all

Treachery!

Lies! Corruption!

Everybody is

Against me!

Mein Fuhrer,
if you lose faith,

then indeed all is lost.

Bormann is right,
mein Fuhrer.

However,

it is not too late

if you will go immediately
to Berchtesgaden.

From the alpine
redoubt, you can direct

the final defense
of our country.

No.

Those who wish to go south

may do so.

I shall remain here,

in Berlin,

and,

When the time comes,

I shall shoot myself.

My decision is
irrevocable.

Mein Fuhrer, if we go,

if you don't have your
leadership staff with you,

how can you direct
the war from here?

Goering will
take over command

down there.

Mein Fuhrer,

no soldier will
fight for him.

What do you mean, fight?

There's precious

little more fighting

to be done.

April 25, 1945.

At the town of Torgau,
on the Elbe river,

the Russians and
Americans finally meet

In the heart of Germany.

And finally,

the last of the
Nazi death camps

are overrun.

Dachau.

Sachsenhausen.

Schlossenburg.

Bergen-Belsen.

Mauthausen.

Ravensbruck.

Nordhausen.

But to the end,

the Germans continued
to try to destroy

the evidence of
their crimes.

What the hell is this?

Sergeant, take a squad

and check it out.

Yes, sir.

Nolan, come on with me.

Yes, Sergeant.

Kelly, grab your men.

Come with me.

Put 2 on the engine

and 2 on the other side.

You 2, on the engine.

You 2, on the
other side.

You smell that?

Let's get this
thing open.

Oh, my god.

Look at this.

The damn krauts must have
just gone off and left them.

See if these other cars

have any people in them.

Check them out.

There's more in here.

Sergeant, look at this.

My god, Krebs,

they've reached
the Tiergarten,

and I've seen
artillery fire

from positions along
the river Spree.

Yes, and here we are
squarely in the middle,

as is our
underground warrior.

What in heaven's
name, Heinz?

Why have I been sent for?

Why does he do anything?

I gather it's some sort
of new assignment.

Anyway, I'm glad
you're here.

Your sanity's
badly needed.

These papers.

Yes. We've been
burning everything

since the Goering and
Himmler betrayals.

Betrayals?

You didn't know?

No, I've been returning

to these headquarters
in the north.

Goering wired an
ultimatum from Salzburg,

saying it was
time for him

to take over full
control of them

so that he might
negotiate a peace

with the Allies.

Of course it instantly
got him arrested.

Fat boy

Is kaput.

And Himmler?

This one the Fuhrer found
out about just tonight

from the BBC.

Heinrich has been
secretly negotiating

for peace with the west

on his own

through the Swedes.

Now our leader's

just wandering
around down there,

raving about the Jews.

Let us go down,

Into the asylum.

I do not
understand, Hess.

Where is everyone?

Gone. Scattered.

Every man for himself.

Keitel and Jodl have
already gone south.

We are among the last.

Frau Braun.

Frau Goebbels.

Dr. Goebbels' children.

Goebbels moved in
the whole family.

He's decided they
will all die

with the Fuhrer when
the time comes.

All of them?

Frau Braun, also?

Oh, yes, to desengel.

The angel of death.

That's what enlisted
men call her.

She came in a week ago.

She has decided to
die with him, too.

Well, see you at our
midnight briefing

If we are both alive.

I've been surrounded
from the onset

by traitors,
incompetents, and liars.

I should have
won this war.

I did not make a
single mistake.

My plans were... flawless.

The army let me down.

The party let me down.

The German people
let me down.

You, too, have lied to me.

Speer confessed
the demolitions

were never carried out!

Well, such sabotage
of my orders!

It's mutiny,

and mutineers are shot!

Mein Fuhrer, I did only

what I believed
to be right.

What I believed
to be right

for the German people.

I've pardoned Albert Speer

because of his
services to the Reich,

and I'll spare you

because contrary
to the nature

of your whole
damned breed,

you...

Have, on the whole, been

A... loyal...

General.

I now appoint you
operations officer

for the final defense
of the chancellery.

Yes, mein Fuhrer.

But...

As soldier to soldier.

I have a.

Last request to make

as I give you this
grave responsibility

for the defense
of the Zitadelle.

I Must, under
no circumstances,

be captured alive.

I know there is not
much time left,

but should you...

Feel the military
situation to be such

that we can no
longer hold...

For more than...

24 hours...

You are to report
this to me... at once.

This is...

A personal request.

It is also an order.

I understand,
mein Fuhrer.

My life is now
in your hands.

Yes.

Of course.

And so, with the end
almost upon him,

Adolf Hitler begins

the final decisions
of his life.

To prevent
a last treachery

by the
duplicitous Himmler,

he will have the
cyanide capsules

left for him by
the Reichsfuhrer

tested on his
faithful dog Blondie.

[Speaking German]

Then, shortly
after midnight,

he formally marries
his mistress Eva Braun.

[Singing in German]

Later that night,

as he retires
to his quarters

to dictate his last
will and testament,

Adolf Hitler will state.

My wife and I
choose to die

in order to escape

the shame of overthrow

or capitulation.

Hmm.

Moreover...

We do not wish to
fall into the hands

of an enemy

who requires a
news spectacle

organized by the Jews

for the amusement of
the hysterical masses.

Therefore...

It is my wish... our wish...

to be... burnt...

Immediately on the spot
where I have performed

the greater part

of my daily work

in the service
of my people.

It will be 4 a. m. Before
the supreme warlord

finishes his
political statement.

It rambles from one
subject to another.

He appoints Admiral
Durnitz to succeed him

at the head of the
new Reich government.

He praises the common
German soldier

and again curses
the general staff

for having betrayed him.

But in the end,

he'll continue
to hammer away

at his one guiding
obsession.

The Jews alone,

bear the responsibility,

Not only for the millions

dead on the battlefield

and in the bombed cities,

But for their own fate,

which they brought
on themselves.

They started the war.

They caused misery
and death to millions

of Europe's Aryan peoples.

Therefore...

They had to pay.

Though my means were
far more humane

than they deserved,

I demand all Germans,

all nationalist
socialist men.

To the last,

he is the fanatical,

hate-filled
street agitator.

He is proud that he
has never weakened,

and above all, he
will conclude...

I enjoin the leaders
of the nation

and those under them

to uphold the racial laws
to their full extent.

And to oppose mercilessly

the universal poisoner
of all peoples,

International jewry!

And so In
these last words,

Adolf Hitler
proudly confirms

that although he had
many accomplices,

It was he himself

who brought about
the final solution.

The following day,

April 30th, 10 a. m.,

advanced Russian units

penetrate to the street
next to the chancellery,

scant yards
from the bunker.

The end of the
third Reich

can now be
counted in hours.

Roehm.

Mein Fuhrer.

As previously
instructed,

I must now report

that I am no longer
able to guarantee

that the battle-worn
and exhausted troops

who are still defending
the Zitadelle

Are able to hold on
for a further 24 hours.

A final assault by a
large number of tanks

can be anticipated

no later than
dawn tomorrow morning

The first day of May.

You will no doubt
appreciate, mein Fuhrer,

the significance
of this date

for the Russian soldier.

Yes.

I know.

That is all.

Thank you.

[Speaking German]

[Speaking German]

You have escaped.

We are left behind.

A nation,

A nation which must
pay for your crimes,

And it will pay,

Heavily.

Why?

Why did we do it?

Lay waste to a
whole continent

and all in the name

of a lunatic,
hysterical despot.

The question
will, I imagine,

be asked,

For a thousand years.

Armin von Roon will
be taken prisoner

and serve 21
years in prison.

Albert Speer will serve
21 years in prison.

Joseph Goebbels will
commit suicide.

His wife will poison
her 6 children

and commit suicide.

Heinrich Himmler will be
captured by the British

and commit suicide.

Alfred Jodl and
Wilhelm Keitel

will be hanged.

Hermann Goering
will escape hanging

by committing suicide.

The chancellery will
fall on May 1 st.

Berlin will capitulate
2 days later.

The final disposition

of Adolf Hitler's
charred remains

is not certainly
known to this day.

[Knock]

Mail's here.

Oh, thanks, Jonesy.

Dear Briny, this
letter is long overdue.

We'd better have It
out about dad and mom.

You're so misinformed,
It's pitiful.

We have an
incredible father.

He'll go to the grave

without breathing
a word against mom.

Your resentment
of the divorce

and his engagement
to Pam Tudsbury

Is plain dumb.

You don't know
certain facts.

Do you remember
Fred Kirby,

the big, tall engineer
you all met in Berlin?

That's all she'll
take, Mr. Philby.

Very well.

Should I go below

and tell the skipper?

No, thanks, I'll do it.

Besides, I want
some coffee.

Captain.

Skipper, is
everything all right?

Everything's
fine. What's up?

We're all
finished fueling.

We're ready to go.

I'll be topside soon.

Oh, Tom.

Would you get this to
the fleet post office

in time for the
next mainland mail?

Pretty important, eh?

Yeah, pretty important.

Do you, Pamela Tudsbury,

take this man,
Victor Henry,

to be your lawfully
wedded husband,

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to have and to hold

from this day forward

until death do you part?

I do.

The ring, Admiral Henry?

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Admiral Henry, sir.

I was asked to
deliver this

from Admiral
King's office.

Very well.

And congratulations,
Admiral.

Mrs. Henry.

Well, there's a
memorable first.

The first time I've ever
been called Mrs. Henry.

I rather like it.

What is it?

It seems I'm wanted
at the White House.

Admiral Victor Henry,
Mr. President.

Well... Admiral Henry.

Buzz me the minute
Mr. Burns arrives.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for coming, Henry.

My pleasure,
Mr. President.

I need a naval
aide, Admiral.

Now, Harry Hopkins
and Admiral Leahy

have both
recommended you.

Would you like the job?

Very much, Mr. President.

You're hired.

Well, that does
our business.

Sit down, Admiral.

I wish all the
transactions

in this office
were that simple.

It's in the
nature of things

that the military
and the President

don't see eye-to-eye.

Let's get this straight.

Who will you work for,

me or the navy?

You're my Commanding
Officer, sir.

Good enough.

If I think you're wrong

in a disagreement
with the navy,

I will tell you.

That's what I want.

Just remember that the
military can be wrong, too.

Very wrong.

What's wrong with
those Russians?

You had duty there.

Why won't they stick
to their agreements?

In my experience,
they usually have.

Is that so? You're
dead wrong.

Stalin agreed at Yalta

to hold free
elections in Poland.

He's reneging on the deal.

Churchill's up in
arms, and so am I.

I told Molotov how I felt.

He said he'd never been
talked to like that.

I said, "keep your
agreements, then. "

[Intercom buzzes]

Yes.

Mr. Burns is here.

Well, it's about time.

That's it. Duty
calls, Admiral.

I'm told you've
just been married.

Yes, Mr. President.

You'll want a few weeks
for your honeymoon.

I'm ready to
report for duty.

Well, very good. The
sooner, the better.

Is your bride a
Washington lady?

No, sir. An
English woman.

I look forward
to meeting her.

Thanks, Mr. President.

Well, was it worth
delaying our honeymoon?

Victor!

He's putting me to work

as his naval aide.

Oh, Victor!

You'll be here in
Washington, then.

He wants me to
start immediately.

No honeymoon?

I'm afraid not, not
for a while, anyway.

In that case, Victor
Henry, take me home.

Take me home before
your damn navy

gets any more ideas.

Mmm.

My god.

I can't get used to
seeing you like this.

You look 30.

I don't function like 30.

More?

Yeah.

Good.

You know what this
reminds me of?

No, what?

That meal you
scavenged up

after I flew over
Berlin in '41.

Steak, salad, chianti,

and that wonderful
bread you found.

Called yourself a London
alley cat, if I recall.

Well, it's not every
London alley cat

that lands herself
an American Admiral

and naval aide
to the President.

[Telephone rings]

Oh, damn!

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

Yes. Yes, he is.
Just a minute.

It's Rhoda.

Yes, Rho, what is it?

Wait a minute. Let
me get a pencil.

Oh?

No, no. Never mind.

I'll take care
of it from here.

Of course. And
I'll let you know.

What is it?

Natalie Henry,
German internee.

Hospitalized army
facility airport.

Condition critical.

Malnutrition, typhus.

American Red
Cross, Germany.

Yes. This is Admiral
Victor Henry,

naval aide to
President Truman.

I'd like to speak

with the Surgeon
General's office, please.

May 8, 1945.

V-E day

Victory in Europe.

After almost 6
years of war,

the guns have finally
fallen silent

across half the globe.

Our gratitude to our
splendid Allies.

Winston Churchill�s
message to his people

Is a simple one,

almost the last before
he falls from power.

The evildoers are now
prostrate before us.

God bless you all.

This is your victory.

And we must now

devote all our
strength and resources

to the completion
of this great task,

both at home and abroad.

Advance Britannia!

Long live the
cause of freedom.

God save the King.

President
Harry S. Truman

addresses the
American people.

This is a solemn,
but glorious hour.

The flags of freedom
fly all over Europe.

I only wish that
Franklin D. Roosevelt

had lived to
witness the day.

Now we must turn
our efforts

to the great tasks ahead.

First, to win the
war in the Pacific

and then, to
win the peace.

Have one of these!

Here's a tomato, man.

That's a while back.

Better than that slop
we've been eating.

No... no, operator. No,
Mrs. Harrison Peters.

Foxhole road.

Yeah, Peters.

Did you check
information?

Why don't you give
your dad a call?

I don't know where
he's stationed.

No... no, just never
mind, all right?

Thank you.

Come on, skipper.

There's big doings at the
officers' club tonight.

A homecoming wingding.
How about it?

Captain?

No, Tom, you go.

I've got some business

to take care of.

Yes, sir. He requests
to see the Admiral.

Lieutenant
Commander Henry.

Yes, sir.

Go on up, sir.

Thank you.

Henry, are telling me

you're going over my head
to chief of operations

on a personal matter,
claiming the highest urgency?

Admiral, here it is.

You may want to court-martial
me for desertion.

I'm going to see my wife

and find my son
if he's alive.

Please give me orders to
enable me to do this.

If I find them and
the war's still on,

I'll take an FM submarine

into Tokyo bay
if you want me to.

You have one
hell of a nerve.

Whatever your
personal hardship,

I don't appreciate
being told off.

Sorry, Admiral.

If your combat record

wasn't the most outstanding
one in the fleet,

I'd see you in the brig!

Yes, sir.

Well,

I'll ascribe
your insubordination

to combat fatigue.

Now, as it happens,

I have a letter
here from the CNO.

Where the devil is it?

Ah, here it is.

The CNO wants a team of
experienced skippers

to inspect captured
U-boats in Germany.

The preliminary reports

Show these boats to
be better than ours.

Hmm, embarrassingly so.

The only way to
get the real dope

is to go out with
those kraut skippers

and operate them.

You know any
German, Henry?

Yes, sir. Some.

Interested?

Admiral,

I'd be so grateful.

You have the
operational background.

You'll have to
qualify your relief

on the FM sonar first.

Give him a week of runs

in the dummy
field on Molokai.

Sir?

Thank you,

and god bless you.

Say, Byron, uh.

Sir?

How did your FM sonar
really perform out there?

Smooth as oil, sir.

Got us through those jap
minefields, no sweat.

Greatest thing
since canned beer.

[Alarm sounds]

What on earth.

Sorry, honey.

Duty calls.

Ohh...

Is this it?

This is it.

Hello, sir.

Well, hello, Simon.
Good to see you.

Good to see you.

How's Madeline?

Fine, sir.

How's it going?

They expect the weather
to break by 0530.

Oppenheimer and Fermium
have been on the horn

to meteorology
all night.

They look
pretty nervous.

Don't they, though?

How about some coffee
and a doughnut?

Certainly.

Peters?

Hi, Groves. Coffee?

You know Lieutenant
Commander Anderson.

General.

Anderson... you're in
fusing, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Tell me something.

Is that contraption
going to go off?

Oh, it'll go off, sir.

I only hope it'll
never be used.

If it works, it'll
damn well be used.

If we don't have to
invade Hangzhou,

it'll save half a
million American lives.

And even more Japanese.

General, what's
the latest?

The weather's still
lousy, Alby.

But I've given
the word to go.

We're rollin'.

That's the best news
I've heard all night.

Give us a minute.

Sam, tell the General
what you told me.

General Peters.

Enrico.

That Dr. Fermi.

There's a man with a
strange sense of humor.

How's that?

They say he's
actually taking bets

as to whether this thing

sets the
atmosphere on fire

and incinerates
the earth.

General, nobody
knows exactly

what this thing will do.

Not Oppenheimer,

and not Fermi.

All observers kneel
in the bunkers,

back to the blast.

Close your eyes.

Cover your eyes
with your hands.

Once you become aware
of the blast flash,

you may stand up
and turn around.

Shield your eyes
at all times

with the protective
glasses provided to you.

Zero minus 45 seconds.

Automatic firing sequence
engaged and counting.

Zero minus 40 seconds.

Zero minus 35 seconds.

Zero minus 30 seconds.

Zero minus 25 seconds.

Zero minus 20 seconds.

Zero minus 15 seconds.

Zero minus 10...

9... 8... 7...

6... 5... 4...

3...

2...

1...

Zero.

"I am become death,

the shatterer of worlds. "

Hi.

I got your
letter from Guam.

Good to see you, Briny.

It's good to
see you, dad.

Hello, Byron.

You know something?

I'll be damned

if I'm going to
call you mama.

How about Pamela?

That'll work.

Is there any news?

She's in a convalescent
hospital in Paris.

I guess she's on the mend.

Here.

From Natalie.

I'm a little better.

Berel came to
Thereslenstadt

and got Louis last July.

Later I received
this picture of him

on a farm outside
of Prague.

He looks well,
doesn't he?

Avram says
we'll find him.

I love you.

Natalie.

He looks wonderful,
doesn't he?

He certainly does.

Yeah.

This man Rabinowitz
was in Paris

with a Jewish
rescue outfit.

His people were with the
troops that found Natalie.

That's how he
got involved.

They think the train

was on the way
to Buchenwald.

What about Aaron?

Rabinowitz says he,

Went to the gas.

I need a flight
to Germany.

I have to report
to Swinemunde

before my leave starts.

I'm flying to
Berlin tomorrow

to get red-hot dope
for the President

at the Potsdam
conference.

Maybe I could
get you a ride.

Berlin's perfect if
you can swing it.

I, uh, tried to reach
mom several times

from San Francisco.

No luck.

You know her. She
stays pretty busy.

Is she ok?

From what I've
seen, she's fine.

Dinner's at 6:00, Byron.

I'll be there.

No, thank you.

You didn't say how

lunch went
with your mother.

Oh, it was all
right, I guess.

No. She's drinking
too much.

Yeah, she has her spells.

What do you
call too much?

2 scotch and sodas
before lunch,

2 bottles of
wine with lunch,

which she polished
off herself.

That's too much.

I know she was tense
about meeting you.

She told me so.

What are your plans?

First, I'm going
to see Natalie.

Then I'll talk
to Rabinowitz

about looking for Louis.

If there's anything
I can do to help

while I'm over here,

be sure and let me know.

I will.

If he's alive, I'm
going to find him.

If it takes the
rest of my life,

I'll find him.

It won't be easy, Byron.

Hundreds of thousand
of homeless children

are roaming Europe.

Some of them have
become savages

wolves.

Their parent were killed,

and they learned to
live by stealing.

There are gangs of them.

Where's the best
place to start?

Here.

Start in Paris.

The joint distribution
committees,

they are the best choice.

Then I would go to Geneva.

Big card files are being
assembled on kid there.

The Red Cross,

the world Jewish congress

kids all over Europe.

Why not
straight to Prague?

He ought to turn up there.

I went to Prague.

Checked all the
DP centers.

I went to that farmhouse
where they took him in.

It's burned down now.

Everything's
overgrown and wild.

Only one farmer
would talk.

He said he remember
the little boy,

but he doesn't know
what happened to him.

So, it's,
um... it's tough.

Kids can endure a lot,

and Louis is a strong kid

with plenty of spirit.

Avram,

How much do you know about
what happened to Natalie?

More than I have time
to tell you now.

Here.

This is the affidavit

she gave the war
refugee board.

It's pretty complete.

I'll read it later.

No, read it now.

Read it.

You'll understand better
when you see her.

God.

Well, Byron.

So it's you.

Natalie.

You look like
a movie star.

I look ghastly,
don't I?

No.

Not to me.

I should have gone with
you in Marseilles.

Natalie, don't.

Avram saved my
life you know.

You saved your own life.

I'll wait for you
up there, Byron.

You can't leave.
You can't leave me.

[Whispering]

Why don't we sit down?

Come on.

Your father wrote
me lovely letters.

He's a fine man.

Did you get any of mine?

No.

Not that I remember.

My memory's not too good.

Not yet.

Not real letters.

I dream a lot, you know.

I dreamed about you a lot.

I dreamed letters, too.

But your father's
letters were real.

I know that.

I'm sorry your
parents broke up.

Well, my dad's happy,
and my mom's ok.

Oh, good.

Of course I knew
Pamela in Paris.

Strange, isn't it?

I suppose you know
Slote's dead.

Yeah.

Pamela wrote me about him.

Dear heavens. Poor old
Slote's, a parachutist.

He can't have been very
good at it, could he?

I wasn't wrong
to like him.

His heart was in the right
place for a gentile.

I sensed that about him.

You

Really do look so

imposing.

Were you in any
great danger?

You ask me that?

At least when I was in
danger, I could fight.

Oh, I tried to fight.

I tried.

I tried.

I finally received
my new passport.

It came yesterday.

Lord, that little
book looked so good.

I'll bet it did.

I managed to
keep my old one

for a long, long time.

Right up until Auschwitz.

Do you believe that?

That's where they took
all my clothes away.

One of the
girls in Canada

probably found it.

She probably traded it

for a nice big
chunk of gold.

She probably... she...

She probably...

She probably...

I love you, sweetheart.

Byron, I'm sorry.

I'm just not in
good condition yet.

The nightmares.

Nightmares.

Every single night, Byron.

Every night.

And all the drugs.

I get needles
night and day.

Night...

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Natalie, I'm going to start
looking for Louis tomorrow.

Oh, thank god.

Thank god.

How much time
have you got?

About a month.

I'll see you as
often as I can.

The main thing is
you look for Louis.

He's alive.

I know he is.

Find him.

I will.

I swear, I will.

I love you too, Byron.

You're much

Much older.

Oh.

Oh, dear, already?

We haven't even talked
about Aaron yet.

He was so brave, Byron.

The worse things got,

the braver he was.

He wasn't at all the
man we knew in Siena.

He became very
religious.

I'm glad you're here.

Forgive me. I'm
in lousy shape.

I promise I'll be
better next time.

Natalie.

Find Louis.

Find him.

Excuse me.

Attendez.

I want to check the
following names

Louis Henry

Henry Louis

Henry Jastrow

Louis Jastrow

Ok, where do you
keep your files?

The next room.

Thanks.

This one time
Jewish quarter.

Now no Jewish. Nyet.

One time old
people home.

Louis?

Heisst du Louis?

Nein.

You say I've seen all
the places in Prague

where these kids are?

[Translating in Czech]

He will take you
back to your hotel.

Thank you.

It's very sad
about your son.

I hope you find him.

Not in Prague.

Nobody understands
what I say.

I don't
understand them.

You like me to
come to your room?

But why?

I don't charge you.

I like Americans.

I like you, too, Katinka.

You're very pretty,

and you speak English,
thank god, but

I don't think so.

[Speaking Czech]

Waiter!

Waiter!

He says something
about homeless kids.

[Speaking Czech]

He says some children
were taken to England.

How? Why?

[Speaking Czech]

He say RAF Sends
Czech volunteers

back home to Prague.

Planes empty
for going back,

so some people in England

arrange RAF To
give children homes.

When did this happen?

[Translating in Czech]

[Speaking Czech]

2 or 3 weeks ago.

Couple of planes.

Where in England?

What else can
you tell me?

[Translating in Czech]

He know nothing more.

He say maybe
RAF Tell you.

Thanks.

Do you speak English?

Oh, yeah. Little bit.

I'm looking for
Mr. Friedman.

End of the hall,

around the corner.

Thanks.

Wiedersehen.

Mister!

Yeah?

You looking for a boy?

I sure am.

Most of them look older

than my son would be.

Yes, I know.

Does he look familiar?

It's very
difficult to say.

In the first
group of 300.

There were only 17
under the age of 8.

Most of them
boys, however.

Where could I see them?

The youngest are at
bulldog's bank in Essex.

They needed a
small, quiet place.

Lady Clark donated
her cottage there.

Most generous of her.

Mr. Friedman, thank
you very much.

I'm so very sorry.

Commander Henry.

Yes?

A word of advice.

Your uniform.

The younger children

many of them are still
terrified of uniforms.

Thank you

[rings doorbell]

Well, we have 6 here.

We keep them in
small groups,

then they have much more

individual attention.

As you can see,
Commander Henry,

none of the boys
resembles your son.

I'm sorry.

What's that
little boy doing?

Oh, that's Danny Mensch.

He was separated from his
parents at Theresienstadt.

He's playing at
killing Germans.

Over and over
again he plays it.

Hey, it's ok, Danny.

It's ok now.

Bist du mein?

He's asking are you his.

He asks everyone
the same question.

No.

Nein.

The other
smaller children

are being cared for
at Weir Courtney,

Sir Benjamin Drake's
estate in Surrey.

I'll phone ahead and
tell them you're coming.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I wish there was
some way

I could help.

Those children are
very lucky, Commander.

They're being loved
and cared for.

Besides, they're alive.

Did you know that towards
the end at Auschwitz

the Germans
didn't bother

to gas many of the
children first.

They just threw them
alive into the furnaces.

As I said,

our children are the
very lucky ones.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Commander Henry,

pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Goldberger,
thanks for seeing me.

You are looking
for a child?

A Jewish child?

Yes. His
mother's Jewish.

She survived Theresienstadt
and Auschwitz.

I, um, I have a picture.

His is him taken
11/2 years ago.

Come.

[Singing]

Do, re, mi, fa,
so, la, ti...

No, wait. Wait, wait.

[Speaking German]

It's him.

Hello Avram.

Hello Natalie.

Well what's your
important message?

Byron telephoned me

Yes.

Natalie.

Natalie he found him.

Hi.

Hi.

He looks fine.

Hello Lewis.

Avram how's Natalie?

How did she take it?

It was very
emotional for her

but she's fine today,

and waiting for
both of you.

Good.

Let's go.

Yeah.

You've heard
about all of that?

Sure.

I guess it's all
over isn't it?

Yes, I guess so.

That's quite a story

about how you found him.

Very lucky.

Yeah, pure luck,

or god.

Natalie says she's
ready to go home

now you've got him.

She thinks she'll
recuperate better there.

Good.

But she won't
go to Germany

that I can tell you.

I don't expect her to.

Byron, she said
more than once to me

that if she
ever found Lewis

she would take
him to Palestine.

Look,

she doesn't know what
she'll do, all right?

First, she has
to get well.

Would you go with
her if she did?

All I know is

that once
I'm demobilized

I will never be
separated from this kid.

He seems to
be very quiet.

He doesn't talk.

What do you mean?

Just that.

He doesn't smile

and he doesn't talk.

He hasn't said a
word to me yet.

I had a hell of a time
getting him released.

They had him
classified as

psychologically disabled

but he's fine.

I mean he understands
anything you say.

He obeys, he just
doesn't talk.

Lewis,

[speaking German].

Avram, let him be
for now all right?

Look they told me

a lot of kids
react this same way.

They said they're
sending a group of these

psychological cases off
to Canada next week.

He's lucky I got
there when I did.

God knows if we ever

could have
traced him there.

What's the story on him?

There's not much.

From what I was
able to gather

he was picked up in
the woods near Prague

where the Germans took

a lot of Jews and Czechs

and shot them.

The bodies were
just lying around.

That's where
someone found him...

with the bodies.

Look Lewis.

There's momma.

Go on.

Lewis.

Go on sweetheart.

Go on.

Lewis?

Lewis.

Lewis.

Lewis.

You came back.

You came back.

Byron,

you can do
anything can't you?

[Singing in Yiddish]

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