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Order!

Order! Order!

Order!
The leader...

Order.

The leader of the Opposition,
Clement Attlee.

Mr. Speaker.

It seems that I have
not been clear enough.

Then let me leave no doubt

about my feelings regarding
Mr. Chamberlain's future

as prime minister.

All right,
honorable gentlemen!

Give way! Give way!

Give way!

Owing to his years
of inactivity

and incompetence,

we find him
personally responsible...

personally responsible
for leaving this nation

ruinously unprepared
to face the present Nazi peril.

Order! Order!
Sit down!

Shame on you! Shame!

We are at war,
Mr. Speaker...

at war. And leaving aside
whether he is fit

to be a leader in peacetime, he
has proved himself incapable

of leading us in wartime!

Sit down!

Order! Order!

I said, "Order!"

Therefore, in the
national interest,

we, the Opposition,
are willing to enter into

a grand coalition with the
ruling Conservative Party...

so-called...

Order! Order!
but not...

and I stress never...
under the leadership

of Mr. Chamberlain,
who has lost

the confidence
of this House.

In the country's interest, man,

resign, step down, and let
us find a new leader.

Sit down. Shame on you.

Shame.
You've got some nerve!

Where's Winston?

Ensuring his fingerprints
are not on the murder weapon.

Order!

As the Opposition refuse

to join any government
headed by me,

we must now select
my successor,

someone with new strength

to form
a coalition government.

I will step down tomorrow,

but, I did want my own party,

the gentlemen I most respect,

to know first.

Yeah.

And it must be Halifax.
Hear, hear.

There's no question.

Our foreign secretary.
Halifax.

Yeah, of course.

No contest. Halifax.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I appreciate
your confidence in me.

However, my time
has not yet come.

Then who?

But, on whomever
the task may fall,

he shall be required
to explore every avenue.

Including that
of diplomatic talks.

Indeed. Towards the restoration
of peace in Europe.

Absolutely.
Hear, hear.

Well, gentlemen, there
is only one candidate...

only one man
the Opposition will accept.

Oh, no. Oh, surely not.
God, has it come to that?

No,no,no.

No, this is totally absurd.

And if he stretches out
his hand

and says, "Gimme,"

you need to anticipate
what he wants.

Black pen, red pen, paper

or "clop"...
that's his hole punch.

How selfish to resign,
time like this.

Do you think they'll take me

to Downing Street
if he gets the job?

Not after that spotted dick
you served last week, eh?

He mumbles, so it's almost
impossible to catch everything.

Be prepared to type fast...
short bursts and double-spaced.

He hates single-spaced.
Hates it.

Good luck.

To the French ambassador.

With German forces...

crossing into Holland...

Holland alone...

Come on. Telegram.

Holland alone...

requests reassurance

that French forces
will now move...

No, move at once.

Into, to protect Belgium.

Stop.

French ambassador, sir.

Monsieur Ambassador.

Oh.

They've already
invaded Belgium?

Holland and Belgium?

I will convey your plea to
the prime minister at once.

Yes. The situation
is still very confused.

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Yes.

Good-bye.

"To the French ambassador.

With German..."
No, scrap that.

New telegram.

To General lsmay.

In...

What is it now?
Your son.

Randolph, quickly.

No, last night, they said

I might be made
prime minister today,

but that-that was yesterday.

Let's see what happens today.

Yeah? Let's see what,

let's see what
Neville does today.

Yes.

Thank you, my boy.

Yes.

Yes. Keep buggering on.

Where, now...

"To General lsmay."

Ah, General lsmay.

Yeah. Sawyers.

Get rid of this, will you?

To General lsmay.

In light of today's events,

the time is ripe...

for many preparations to be...

Are you

striking those keys
in a normal fashion?

It's awfully loud. I can't...
I can't hear myself think.

Read it back.

"To General lsmay.

In the light of today's
events, the time is right..."

"Ripe"! Not "right"!

God's teeth, girl.

I said "ripe"!

Ripe! Ripe!

Last sentence.

"The time is ripe." Puh.

For...
"For..."

For...
"Man-Many, many, many..."

Many, many, many, many, many.

How many "many"s did you
write, you nincompoop?

One "many." For...

"For many preparations
to be made."

Single-spaced.
Single-spaced!

Were you not briefed,
young lady?

Single-spaced!

Someone set it on
single-space, and...

Then why did you persist?

Well, I...
Oh, goddamn! Tell...

Tell Evans to send me someone

who can get it right
the first time!

Go on! Out!

"Right"!

He shouted at you.

Did he shout at you?
No.

He can be an awful brute!
I'm...

I made too many mistakes.
I think you were nervous,

and he has a knack for
drawing out the very worst

in those who are trying
to help him the most.

No, no, it's not...
It's not him.

It's me. He's... he's...

He's a man, like any other.

Come on. What you doing?

Dearest.

The War Cabinet's been called.

Bloody cat's under the bed again.
My darling?

Tango.
May I tell you something

I feel you really
ought to know?

I have noticed a recent
deterioration in your manner.

You're not as kind
as you used to be.

You've become rough.

And sarcastic and
overbearing and rude.

Oh, is this about
the new girl?

If the king does ask you
to become prime minister...

We don't know that for sure.

I don't want you
to be disliked.

More than I already am?

My darling,
you are on the brink

of having tremendous power,

surpassed only by that
of the king,

and with such power you really
must try and be more kind.

And, if possible, calm.

I want others to love
and respect you, as I do.

Telegram for Mr. Churchill.

Excuse me?

I'm not...

of the Isle and Meuse rivers.

This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is a short news bulletin.

The German army invaded

Holland and Belgium
early this morning, by land...

There's a telegram.
...and by landings

from parachutes.

The armies
of the Low Countries

are resisting.

An appeal for help
has been made

to the Allied governments...

It's from the Palace.
...and Brussels says

that Allied troops
are moving to their support.

A hundred war planes
were seen over Brussels,

and it is now reported

that in the first raid
over Brussels,

several hundred people
were killed and wounded,

and several buildings
destroyed.

Five minutes ago,

the Air Ministry announced

that in the early hours
of this morning...

Thank you, Miss?

Layton.

You're shaking.
So are you.

You... you from excitement,
I from terror.

You've wanted this
your entire adult life.

No. Since the nursery.
But do the public want me?

It's your own party to whom
you'll have to prove yourself.

I'm getting the job only
because the ship is sinking.

It-It's not a gift,
it's revenge.

Let them see your true
qualities, your courage.

My poor judgment.
No, your lack of vanity.

And my iron will.
Your sense of humor.

Ho,ho,ho.

Now go.

Go?
Be...

Be what?

Be yourself.

Myself?

Which self should I

be today?

One should have had power
when a young man.

When wits were sharp.

Sinews strong.

Oh, well.

Lead on, Macduff.

When youth departs,

may wisdom prove enough.

Hardly seems like
there's a war on at all.

Do you know I've
never ridden a bus?

Sir?

I've never queued for bread.

I believe I can boil an egg.

But only because
I've seen it done.

The only time I tried
riding the Underground

was during the General Strike.

Clemmie dropped me off
at South Kensington station.

I went down but got lost.

I came straight back up!

It was awful.

Why not Halifax?
I favor Halifax.

I wanted Halifax.

The Lords wanted Halifax.

Perhaps, Halifax
wanted Halifax.

Then why have I been forced
to send for Churchill?

Because he is the only
member of our party

who has the support
of the Opposition.

His record is a litany
of catastrophe.

Gallipoli, 25,000 dead,

the India policy,
the Russian Civil War,

the Gold Standard,

the abdication
and now this Norway adventure.

What's that, 1,800 men?

One aircraft carrier,
two cruisers,

seven destroyers
and a submarine.

Winston lacks judgment.
He was right about Hitler.

Well, even a stopped clock
is right twice a day.

First Lord of the Admiralty,
Mr. Winston Churchill.

Early.

Keen.

I accept your resignation,

but I want you to know how...

cruelly I think
you've been treated.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Oh, this way, My Lord.

Your Majesty.

Mr. Churchill.

I believe you know

why I have
asked you here today.

Sir, I simply cannot
imagine why.

It is my duty to invite you

to take up the position
of prime minister

of this United Kingdom.

Will you form a government?

I will.

Very well.

Well, that was quite easy.

Yes, it was.

I believe
we are to meet regularly.

Once a week, I'm afraid.

How is...

How are you for Mondays?

I shall endeavor
to be available

on Mondays.
4:00?

I nap at 4:00.

Is that permissible?

No. But necessary.

I work late.

Then perhaps lunchtime.

Lunch?

Mondays?

Your Majesty.

Prime Minister.

Can we get any closer?
Mr. Churchill!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Mr. Churchill,
welcome to Number Ten.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Churchill,
what's your agenda?

The agenda?
A glass of Pol Roger.

Cheers.
Over here, sir!

You'll-you'll have
your pictures.

Prime Minister.

Anthony.

How is the king?

Anxious.

He's never forgiven me
for supporting

his brother's marriage
to Wallis Simpson.

You only have to meet him
once a week.

Oh, but that's like saying
you only have to have

your tooth pulled once a week.

Composition of your War Cabinet.

Who should sit on it?

Yeah.

Chamberlain, of course.

The Reverend Holy Fox.

Halifax.

Keeping your enemies close?

Oh, more than that.

Without them, the party
will have rid of me.

Oh, and that sheep
in sheep's clothing, Attlee.

Come on, Daddy.
Everyone's waiting.

Yes, I'll be there
in a jiffy, my love.

I heard that before
you were asked,

they offered it to Lord Halifax.

Oh, I doubt that.

Halifax would never
turn it down.

He's the fourth son of an earl.

Fourth sons turn nothing down.

I wish the position had come
your way in better times, sir.

You have an enormous task
ahead of you.

I only hope it's not too late.

I'm very much afraid it is.

But we can only
do our best, hmm?

Hip-hip!
Hurray!

Hip-hip!
Hurray!

Oh, heavens!

What a frightful sight.

A toast.
Yes, a speech.

Yes.
Mama.

Yes.

My darling husband.

Some of you may not know
that on the eve

of our marriage,
I got cold feet.

But as I'd already called
off two engagements

by the age of 21 and was
in danger of gaining

a reputation for being
a bolter

it would have been poor form

to call off a third.
Hear, hear.

Lucky for Daddy.

But the real reason
for my wintery feet

was that I knew, even then,

that his priority
would be public life.

But it worried
a young girl greatly,

this wretched thought
of eternally coming second.

But so it has proven to be.

And in due course, our children
would have to make their peace

with this same fact.

We all did, you see.

In our own way.

And now, today,
we are to receive our reward.

Proof that our small sacrifice

was for a far, far greater good.

I give you your father,

my beloved husband,
the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister.

Here's to,

to not buggering it up.

To not buggering it up.

Belgium was a ploy.

They punched through
the Ardennes into France.

Crossed the Meuse River
in under 24 hours.

No one can cross
the Meuse in 24 hours.

Well, apparently
the Germans can.

Look to Chamberlain's
handkerchief.

If he waves it at the end
of Churchill's speech,

we show approval.

If not, keep quiet.

The Prime Minister.

Here we go.

Mr. Speaker,

on Friday evening last,

I received
His Majesty's commission

to form a new administration.

It was the evident
wish and will

of Parliament and the nation

that this should be conceived
on the broadest possible basis.

And that it should
include all parties.

Hear, hear.

A War Cabinet has been convened.

No. Correction.

Has been formed.

"Formed."

A War Cabinet has been
formed of five members

representing, with
the Opposition parties,

the unity of the nation.

Read.

"The three party
leaders have agreed

"to serve either
in the War Cabinet

or in high executive office."

With this agreement in place,

I now invite the House

by the resolution which
stands in my name...

...to record its approval

and to declare its confidence

in the new government.

Miss?

I'm coming out
in a state of nature.

It must be remembered

that we are
in the preliminary stage

of one of the greatest
battles in history.

And that many preparations
have to be made here at home.

Hear, hear.

Sir, I take up my task

with a buoyancy and hope,

and say to the House,
as I have said

to those who have joined
the government,

I have nothing to offer

but blood, toil, tears
and sweat.

We have before us an ordeal
of the most grievous kind.

We have before us many, many
long months

of struggle and of suffering.

You ask, "What is our policy?"

I say it is to wage war

by sea, land and air

with all our might

and with all the strength
that God can give us.

To wage war against
a monstrous tyranny

never surpassed in the dark
and lamentable catalog

of human crime.

That is our policy.

Oh, you ask,
"What is our aim?"

I can answer in one word.

Victory.

Victory at all costs.

Victory, in spite
of all terror.

Victory, however long and
hard the road may be.

For without victory,

there can be no survival.

What's he doing?

Contempt.

We have to
start somewhere.

Snap.

"Our policy is to wage war.

"At all costs.

No survival."

Good God, he's incapable

of even pronouncing
the word "peace,"

let alone entering into
negotiations.

Awful, the thought
that I shall never see

my country at peace again.

I have cancer.

Oh, Neville.

Winston must be removed
from office.

If we can get him to declare
that he refuses

to even consider peace
negotiations with Germany,

you and I would perhaps
have clear grounds to resign.

That would force
a vote of no confidence.

The party couldn't
countenance that.

You're the chairman,
for heaven's sake.

He'd be finished.

And you would agree
to be prime minister.

Well...

with Winston out of the way,
who can say?

But the important thing,
Neville,

is that your policies
would be back on the table.

Peace and the protection
of our nation.

On record.

I beg your pardon.

He must declare, on record,

his refusal to engage
in peace talks.

We must have it in writing.

Thank you.

Miss Layton.
Morning.

Follow me.

Morning.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, ma'am.

What goes on
down here?

That's need-to-know,
and you don't.

The lavatory?
For the PM's use only.

Sleeping quarters,

for when you miss
the last train.

Ma'am.

That's the Map Room.

No women allowed.
What department's this?

Indiscretion in conversation
or any other form,

within or without these rooms
regarding what happens here,

is a statutory offense
punishable by up to

two years imprisonment
with hard labor.

Clear?

Crystal.

Good.

That's the War Cabinet room.

Never

I don't mean to be
rough on you, but

them's the rules.

This is the typists' pool.

Good morning, sir.
Ladies.

And here's you.

Belgium and Holland
may fall at any hour.

And the French?

The entire French Ninth Army,

some 200,000 men,
have capitulated.

All of them?

Capitulated.

Deserted. It was a rout.

All our land forces,
roughly 300,000 men,

are now in full retreat.

Air cover?
For our troops?

The Luftwaffe
control the skies.

We simply don't have enough
planes to challenge them.

In fact, I strongly
recommend we stop sending

our precious fighter planes
to be wasted in France.

Save them for our own defense.

And our navy sits idle,

neutralized, useless.

Our fleets no sooner come
within their range

than we come under
blistering air attack.

Well, their speed
is devastating.

Panzer tanks moving rapidly
westward through the center.

Well, they will have
to pause for fuel supplies.

This is not the last war, sir.

Their tanks can stop for fuel
at a petrol station.

Petrol station?

The road to Paris now lies open.

Seven million refugees
are on the move.

Collectively, we are looking
at the collapse

of Western Europe
in the next few days.

Should the public be told?

Not yet.

First, we must rouse
our old friends

to a heroic resistance.

France must be saved.

Premier.

Perhaps,
in English, Prime Minister.

Well...

We have
survived crises before,

and I am... lam confident
we will survive this one.

Tell me how
you plan to counter-attack.

There is no plan.

Well...

Well, you must counter-attack.

Well, you must.

I do not
believe that this,

Panzer breakthrough
is a real invasion.

Not a real invasion?

No. As long as their tank
crews are not supported

by infantry units,
they are

merely little flags
stuck on a map.

Because the tank crews
cannot support themselves.

No. I refuse to see,

in this spectacular raid
of the German tank,

a real invasion.

He's an actor,

in love with the sound
of his own voice.

I love to listen to him.

But we must never take
his advice.

Has a hundred ideas a day.

Four of them are good,

the other 96
downright dangerous.

His father was the same.
Great orator, but...

Until he lost his mind
to syphilis.

How nations suffer for the
sins of their fathers.

My Opinion?

At this critical juncture
for the empire,

we have a drunkard at the wheel.

Wakes with a scotch,

bottle of champagne for lunch,

another one at dinner.

Brandy and port
until the wee hours.

I wouldn't let him borrow
my bicycle.

He's a Conservative
who defects to the Liberals,

lobs grenades at us
for ten years,

then flops Conservative again
as it bloody suits him.

Sorry, but he stands
for one thing.

Himself.

We may have to replace him,
Bertie.

Replace him?

We must strive for peace

so that every son and daughter
of this land

can emerge from this crisis

with something
recognizable as home.

Spoken like a true
prime minister.

"V for Victory."

You need to reply to
the Lord Privy Seal.

Tell the Lord Privy Seal
I am sealed in the privy.

And I can only deal
with one shit at a time.

The broadcast is tonight,
so don't spare me, Anthony.

Be frank.

I don't think so.

You don't think so what?

You're suggesting
we're somehow winning.

We're not.

No, but it will inspire them.

Winston, I know...
Anthony, Anthony.

lam going to imbue them
with a...

a spirit of feeling
they don't yet know they have.

You asked my opinion.

I caution against it.

Cicero.

Cicero!

"If fortune is adverse..."
something,

something, something.

Well...

Well, it's not there.
I left it there.

Clemmie!

Cat!

Clemmie!

We cannot pay our bills.

My copy of Cicero.

Did-did you shelve it?
Did you hear what I said?

What was that?
We're broke.

Oh, um...
Out! Out.

Come on. Everybody out.

I dare not write another check.

Well, I'll economize.

Only four cigars a day.

You are insufferable!

Is there anything else?

Yes.

My love for you.

How much have you had
to drink this morning?

I see you now

as I first saw you

in 1904.

And I simply stood,
speechless.

Well, I must have been
very beautiful

to achieve
that miraculous effect.

Four years until we
saw each other again.

Went by in an absolute flash.

You didn't lack for admirers.

Your fidele serviteur
in Sidney Peel.

Brilliant man.
Lionel Earle.

Wonderful dancer.

And then at Lady St. Helier's
dinner party.

Who should show up?

Pig.

Just the same.

Are we terribly old?

Yes, I'm afraid you are.

Oh, you beast.

Oh, you...

Would you
hear me read my speech

for tonight's broadcast?

Prime Minister.

Prime Minister,
the situation in France.

Is it true
we're in full retreat?

Is France lost?

"The Spanish ships
I cannot see,

for they are out of sight."

If you will Sit here

at your desk.

And speak slowly and clearly.

Into the microphone.

So...

if you're ready,
on the stroke of 9:00,

the red light will come on,

and we shall go live
to the nation.

9:00, red light...

you begin.

Yes?

One moment.

Prime Minister,
are we ready?

One moment, one moment.

We are going live...

One moment, damn you!

And four, three,

two, one.

I speak to you
for the first time

as prime minister

in a solemn hour for the
life of our country,

of our empire, of our allies

and, above all,
of the cause of freedom.

A tremendous battle

is raging in France
and Flanders.

The Germans,
by a remarkable combination

of air bombing
and heavily armored tanks,

have broken through
the French defenses

north of the Maginot Line

and strong columns

of their armored vehicles

are ravaging
the open country...

...which, for the first day
or two,

was without defenders.

However, I have
invincible confidence

in the French Army
and its leaders.

Only a very small part
of that splendid army

has yet been heavily engaged,

and only a very small part
of France has yet been invaded.

Side by side,

the British and French peoples
have advanced.

"Advanced"?
To rescue not only Europe.

How bloody dare he.
But mankind

from the foulest and most
soul-destroying tyranny

which has ever darkened

and stained
the pages of history.

But now one bond unites us all.

To wage war
until victory is won,

and never
to surrender ourselves

to servitude and shame.

Whatever the cost

and the agony may be,

conquer we must,

as conquer we shall.

Well done, sir.

Oh! I thought
you did marvelously.

The last ten years,

I was the only one
who told them the truth.

Until tonight.

There is no advance.

It's a shambles.

We're in full retreat.

But would you be
serving them tonight

by denying them
their sleep

and terrifying their children?

What, even if the terror
is coming?

Because the terror is coming.

There's time enough
for the truth.

Have you seen this?

What's so funny?

Prime Minister. Sir.

Yes, what is it?

Perhaps...

Look, I'm...

I'm not sure
if you know this, but,

but the way you're doing
your "V for Victory" sign...

Well, in the poorer quarters,

that gesture means
something else.

What does it mean?

Well, I wouldn't like
to say, sir.

I was captured by the Boer.

I spent time
in a South African prison.

Up your bum.

Sir.

UP your bum?

UP your...

00:47:31,849
The way you're doing it, sir,
yes, sir.

But if you turn it around,
that's fine.

I wouldn't like
millions of people

to take it the wrong way.

Indeed.

Sir.
Sir.

And up your bum!

Your Majesty.

Don't want to take
too much of your time.

I heard you on the wireless.

Was I comprehensible?

The public need to be led,
not misled.

Not left to work it out
for themselves.

Right.

Will that be all,
Your Majesty?

Yes.

Good day, Prime Minister.

Good day.

I believe I have just received
a royal rap on the knuckles.

As of 20:00 hours last night,

the Germans have encircled
60 British,

Belgian and French divisions.

On our part, all our forces
under Lord Gort have withdrawn

or are trying to withdraw to
the French coast, to Dunkirk,

where we cannot reach them.

How many of our men
are trapped?

All of them.

Our country's entire
professional soldiery.

And we can see no clear way
to rescue them.

General, are you telling me

that we shall have lost
the entire British Army

by the next few days?

That's correct.

The German force
is superior in every regard

and only 50 miles
from the coast.

They are pushing us
into the sea.

No, the Germans must
not reach the sea.

Not before we evacuate
our men.

Ismay, what have you got
for us?

As it stands, I cannot see

we have much hope of getting
any of our forces out in time.

Not a man?

Well, we... Well,
we cannot be so

totally at their mercy.

What's our next step?

Anyone?

Come on, speak!

We still have
a garrison at Calais.

25 miles to the west.

Well, how many men
do we have there?

4,000, more or less.

Then why...
Why didn't you say so?

Yes. Then we...
We have them go east,

engage with the German
columns moving on Dunkirk,

buy us some time.

Draw the... the Nazi focus

away from Dunkirk
whilst we execute a...

a maritime evacuation
of our forces.

Is that possible?

It would mean a huge sacrifice.

4,000 young men.

To save 300,000.

Under whose command
is the Calais garrison?

Brigadier Nicholson.

Very well.

Tell Nicholson it is
of the greatest importance

to this island that...

that his garrison
draw the enemy's tanks

and artillery and bombers
away from Dunkirk.

Invite their wrath, and...

Well, and to fight on

if needs be.

If needs be, until the
destruction of his command.

It's suicide.

Prime Minister,
I have reservations.

Well, who is free
of reservations?

About unnecessary sacrifice,

when there is
an available alternative.

What alternative?

Italy has offered to
mediate peace talks

between ourselves and Germany.

I already indicated that,

provided the liberty
and independence

of the British Empire
was assured,

we would consider any proposal.

With, with Hitler
holding the whip hand.

Do you really think
he would honor

our liberty and independence?

It would be
in his interest to do so, sir.

Because the British Empire...
The only thing to do

is to show that maniac

that he cannot conquer
this island,

and for that we need an army.

General, tell
Brigadier Nicholson

the Germans must not
reach the sea.

Not before we-we
get our boys

off of that bloody beach!

I take full responsibility.

Really?

Really! Yes, sir.

It is the reason

I sit in this chair!

Well, surely,
before you take

full responsibility
for the deaths of 4,000 men,

you'd wish to consider
every available avenue.

What is this?

What is your mind on the
principle of peace talks, sir?

Do we take it, for example,
that you preclude yourself

from even considering taking
part in such negotiations?

I should like to speak
to Viscount Halifax

and Mr. Chamberlain.

Alone.

Issue the order
to the Calais garrison.

Confirm it has been done.

Dismissed.

Now, you two come on.

Out.

Bridges!

You come on, hop it!

Out. Out!

Winston,

we are facing
certain defeat on land,

the annihilation of our army,
and imminent invasion.

We must be rational.

We are a seagoing nation.

Have been
since the Bronze Age.

The Channel is ours.

It's our moat,
our battlement,

and the German doesn't
recognize an expanse of water

greater than a bloody lake.

They have first to reach
this island, Edward.

Where men,
women and children,

whom we will have
failed despicably

in our duty
of protection, will be

entirely defenseless...
And whose fault is that?

...against the largest army
the world has ever seen.

Furthermore, once France falls,

Germany can concentrate
on aircraft production.

They will then have
the French fleet as well.

What is to stop Herr
Hitler then, Winston?

Words, words, words alone.

If you will not permit
any talk of peace,

then I shall be forced...

Might we
not allow Edward

simply to meet the Italian
Ambassador Bastianini,

discuss a possible role

as mediators between
us and Germany,

and find out their price?

Sir.

Mr. President.
Winston.

Franklin.

How are you'?
Fine. Fine.

How are you,
Prime Minister?

Oh, I'm in fine fettle.

Fine fettle.

Listen.

I'm, telephoning
about your navy ships.

If you could loan us just,

50 older destroyers.

Ah, yes.
Or even 40 would do.

Well, I,

I did ask around,

but just not possible,
I'm afraid.

The Neutrality Act we signed
last year has tied my hands.

Just can't swing it.

I tried.

Well, can I...

Do I have your permission

to send an aircraft carrier

to pick up
the P-40 fighter planes

we purchased from you?

Mr. President?

Well, you've got me
there again.

New law
preventing transshipment

of military equipment.

But we paid for them.

We paid for them
with the money that we...

that we borrowed from you.

I'm so, so sorry, Winston.

I need not impress
upon you the...

the trouble faced
by the Western Hemisphere,

without your support
in some fashion.

I know. I know.

You are on my mind
day and night.

Look, we could possibly...

Mr. President...

I mean to say...

We are facing
the gravest odds.

We could take your planes

to about a mile from
the Canadian border.

And then, if you send across

a team of horses from Canada,
nothing motorized

then you could pull them
over the border yourself.

How does that sound?

Horses?

You did say,

a team of horses?

Well, I guess you could
push them yourself.

Damn things have wheels.

UP to you.

We could do that,
Prime Minister.

Prime Minister?

Anything you could do
at this time,

Franklin, would be
most welcome.

Good night to you, Winston.

It must be late there.

In more ways than you
could possibly know.

Prime Minister.
Prime Minister.

Get me Admiral Ramsay
on one of these, will you?

Yes, Prime Minister.

Put me through
to Admiral Ramsay.

Admiral Ramsay.

It's the prime minister.

Bertie?

Bertie, I hope
I didn't wake you.

Not at all.
I was just reading the Bible.

Exodus?

Listen, Bertie.

We need to evacuate our boys.

The Navy is saying that
with one cruiser

and six destroyers
and with the...

the Luftwaffe controlling
the skies above,

we'll be lucky to get
ten percent out.

I want you to order
an assembly of boats.

Boats?

Yes.

Civilian boats.

As many as
you can get your hands on.

Longley's Clipper,
Fearnley's Gin Palace,

anyone with a pleasure craft
bigger than 30 foot

that can get to France.

Bertie, you still there?

Um... Right.

Help me stage
this thing, Bertie?

We must at least try to bring
some of our boys home.

Well, I'll have the BBC
issue the order.

Good.

Oh, and Bertie,
you still there?

Sir.
We need a name

for this operation.

Good morning, Prime Minister.
Prime Minister, do you have

anything you'd like to say
to our readers this morning?

Prime Minister.
Mr. Churchill, sir.

Prime Minister, do you have
anything you'd like to say?

Prime Minister? Prime
Minister, are you going to...

Prime Minister, would you
like to... Prime Minister?

How do you manage
drinking during the day?

Practice.

L...

should like to discuss...

I have been asked
if plans should be drawn

to evacuate myself
and my family to Canada.

I would like to know the
opinion of our prime minister.

Well, my opinion would
be that you must do

what you feel
is right for yourself,

your family and the nation.

I mean, your survival
is paramount.

Prime ministers...

well, we seem to come and
go at an astonishing rate.

Your position
in Parliament, I...

I'm told, is not strong.

My party

resents the way
Chamberlain was pushed aside.

And many others doubt me.

They want Halifax still,

but why get rid
of the organ grinder

and replace him
with the monkey?

Lord Halifax is a close
personal friend of mine.

I am unwanted.

I've never been trusted
since the Gallipoli campaign.

Unwanted.

Perhaps it's because
you scare people.

Who?

You scare me.

What nonsense.

What could possibly
be scary about me?

One never knows what's going
to come out of your mouth next.

Something that will flatter,

something that will wound.

My emotions are unbridled.

A wildness in the blood

I share with my father.

And my mother also.

We lacked
the gift of temperance.

Were you close to your parents?

My mother was glamorous,

but perhaps
too widely loved.

My father was like God,

busy elsewhere.

Hmm.

Good day, gentlemen.
Prime Minister.

I have asked the minister
for war to join us.

Neville, would you...

Anthony.

Obviously, we are
in a dangerous situation.

But I am assured
by the French premier

that while some
German tank units

have reached the sea,

the situation generally seems
to be well in hand.

What news from Calais?

The garrison attacked,
but was forced back

and is now surrounded
on all sides.

They're being shelled
and bombed mercilessly.

Casualties are at 60%.

Hmm.

Prime Minister.

The question of peace talks.

We must hold our nerve.

Signal only that we intend
to fight it out until the end.

A peace offer

telegraphs our weakness.
Agreed.

And even if we were beaten,
we should be no worse off

than we should be if we were
now to abandon the struggle.

Let us therefore avoid

being dragged
down the slippery slope

with talk
of a negotiated peace.

Slippery slope? The only...

I suspect Italy and Germany...
The only slippery slope...

...wish to get us so deeply
involved in negotiations

that we should be unable to turn back.
Nonsense.

Bastianini informed me...
I propose...

The only slippery slope...
Would you stop interrupting me

while I am interrupting you?

When I chose my War Cabinet,
I took great care

to surround myself
with old rivals.

I may have overdone it.

Viscount Halifax,

the approach you propose is...
It's not only...

It's futile.

But it involves us
in a deadly danger.

The deadly danger here

is this romantic fantasy
of fighting to the end.

What is the end,

if not the destruction
of all things?

There's nothing heroic

in going down fighting
if it can be avoided.

Nothing even remotely
patriotic in death or glory

if the odds are firmly
on the former.

Nothing inglorious
in trying to shorten a war

that we are clearly losing.

Losing? Europe is still...

Europe is lost.

And before our forces
are wiped out completely,

now is the time to negotiate,

in order to obtain
the best conditions possible.

Hitler will not insist
on outrageous terms.

He will know
his own weaknesses.

He will be reasonable.

When will the lesson be learned?

When will the lesson be learned?

How many more dictators

must be, wooed, appeased,

good God,
given immense privileges

before we learn?

You cannot reason with a tiger

when your head is in its mouth!

Prime Minister.

Winston. Winston.

Yesterday, you gave
permission...

What permission?

For me to meet Bastianini.

I sanctioned the theoretical exploration...
Theoretical?

...of what price Italy
would ask. Nothing more.

I did not sanction any...
If you will not permit

further exploration
of a peace agreement,

then you will have
my resignation.

Don't be absurd, Edward.

I need you. You know I do.
I will not stand by

to watch another generation
of young men die

at the bloody altar
of your hubris.

Oh, and you would have us
die as lambs!

Was Gallipoli
not enough for you?

How dare you!

Our troops were chewing
barbed wire in Flanders,

and I saw it!

Opening a second front,
outflanking the Turks

was a serious military idea,

and it could have
damn well worked if the...

if the admirals
and the First Sea Lord

hadn't dithered away
our element of surprise.

Choice is yours, Winston.

You have 24 hours
to enter into peace talks,

or I shall resign.

I told him.

It shook him.

I imagine it did.

Gave him 24 hours.

I don't expect he'll agree,
so I shall resign first.

You then follow,
that's critical if we're

to trigger a vote of no
confidence in the House.

I shall announce it.

The king will back us.

Prime Minister.

I wonder
if we might schedule you

to address the Outer Cabinet.

have made an order
requesting all owners

of self-propelled
pleasure craft

between 30 and 100 feet
in length

to send all particulars
to the Admiralty immediately...

To Brigadier Nicholson.

30 Infantry Brigade, Calais.

Every hour

you continue to exist

is of the greatest help

to our forces at Dunkirk.

Have the greatest
possible admiration

for your splendid stand.

Your evacuation, however,

will not take place.

I repeat,

will not take place.

Sign.

Here. Here.

May I be excused?

You may not.

What is this about?

No one tells us anything.

It's all classified.

We hear scraps, and it's
worse than knowing nothing.

What would you like to know?

How many men will survive?

Come with me.

I'm not allowed
in the Map Room.

Well, you are now.
Prime Minister.

At ease, gentlemen.

Now...

The German army
controls every French port

except Dunkirk here
and Calais here to the west,

where the garrison
under Brigadier Nicholson

is drawing fire and delaying
the German advance on Dunkirk.

At both points,
our troops are encircled.

Now, we are still trying

to clear Dunkirk Harbor
of wrecked ships

so that we can then land
the boats we need to get

our boys off those beaches.

But enemy aircraft
is attacking us constantly.

Our only hope in Dunkirk
is thick cloud cover

to thwart these attacks,
but the skies remain clear.

And even then, lam told
we will need a...

a miracle to get even
ten percent of our men out.

Courage, Miss Layton.

Courage.

General.

How long have they got

if we don't rescue them?

One, maybe

two days.

News from Calais,
the 30th Infantry, sir.

They've retreated
to the town's citadel

as a last
and probably hopeless stand.

The order, "every man
for himself," has been given.

Thank you, thank you.
Brigadier Nicholson.

There's a telegram, sir.
Thank you.

Good show, chaps.

Well done, lads.
Well done.

All right.

He's losing too much blood.

We need another
transfusion here.

All right, men? All right?

Your evacuation, however,

will not take place.

I repeat,
will not take place.

Go to bed, Pig.

You must sleep.

Leave me, Clemmie.

The opportunity for doing so
passed a long time ago.

". Operator.
How may I direct your call?

Give me Ramsay.
One moment, please.

Bertie?
Sir?

What's been the response?

It will take time.

It's too soon to judge.

How many boats so far?

Winston, it will take time.

The request for civilian boats,
Bertie, was not a request.

It was an order!

Miss Layton.
Sir.

I need to reach,

to reach,

to speak to...

To?

3:00 p.m.

3:00 p.m., sir?

Yes. Yes.

Ask Bridges to summon the...

Oh, God.

The War Cabinet, at 3:00 p.m.

Thank you!

Sir.

From Lord Gort
in France, sir.

Belgium has fallen.

They will surrender
at midnight.

France will soon follow suit.

We have received reports

that the most probable
method of attack

which Germany might employ
against this country

is a large fleet
of fast motorboats,

possibly up to 200,
carrying a hundred men apiece,

to carry out a seaborne raid
on a large scale.

By these means, a considerable
force of the enemy

could be landed at many
points on the coast

simultaneously
with airborne raids inland.

We do not feel that by
naval or air action,

we could prevent such a landing.

Could you repeat that?

We must prepare

for the imminent invasion
of our island.

We must prepare for the
imminent invasion of our island.

We recommend that the country

should be warned and roused
to the immediate danger,

and that all personnel

required to put Britain
in a state of defense

should be mobilized
without a moment's delay.

Lights.

01:21:02,489
Thank you, General.

Let all preparations be made.

Let the record state,
I have received word

from the Italian embassy
in London.

Italy is prepared
to mediate a resolution

between Britain,
its allies and Germany.

Perhaps then,

the time
for such an offer from us

is when...

Well, is when...

ls when Germany has made
an unsuccessful attempt

to invade this country.
Unsuccessful?

Then you leave me no other
option but to offer...

Winston. Winston!

You are refusing
to grasp the realities

of how precarious
our position is.

Our entire army
is about to be wiped out.

Terms must be struck.

Anthony.

Then it seems we...

We have no choice

but to at least consider the

path of negotiation.

If Hitler's peace terms are

over lordship
of Central Europe,

return of certain
German colonies,

and if he will leave us

our independence,

then I'd be grateful

to get out of our present...

difficulties.

But it is unlikely

that he will make
such an offer.

But if I were told
what the German terms were,

well, then I'd be prepared
to consider them.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

We shall prepare a draft
memorandum at once.

I have come to wonder,

in recent days...

whether it was...

part of my duty...

part of my...

part of my duty to...

to consider...

to consider,

to consider...

...whether it was...

Will that be all
for tonight, sir?

...whether it was
part of my duty

entering into...

into negotiations with,

...that...

...that corporal...

that Child.

And monster of wickedness.

That butcher.

That savage.

Monstrous savage.

That wicked

house painter.

House painter!

Where were we?

Well?

I didn't understand you, sir.

You were...

Were?

You were mumbling.

"Mumbling."

The right words

won't come.

They will come, sir.

No one can put
words together like you.

Oh!

Your beau?

My brother.

Where is he now?

He was falling back
on Dunkirk.

But he never made it.

What?

Just looking at you.

Shall I read back
what we have?

Yes, please.

"L have come to wonder
in recent days

"whether it was my duty
to consider

entering into negotiations
with..."

With?

I've just been standing,

imagining never
being here anymore,

whether it is because
I'm no longer alive

or that the palace
itself is gone.

Canada.

You must decide, sir.

You could rule in exile.

Truly? ls that to be
my fate?

You know something?

I'm aware in this moment
of feeling angry.

Bloody angry-

Darling.

Winston, darling.

There's someone to see you.

You have a visitor.

My darling, you have
the full weight

of the world
on your shoulders.

No, I know, I know.

But these inner battles

have actually trained you

for this very moment.

You are strong because
you are imperfect.

You are wise
because you have doubts.

Now, shall I let him in?

Who?

The king.

Which king?

Our king?

Well, if it isn't him, it's
a marvelous impersonation.

Mr. Churchill.

I hope you can forgive
the late hour, but

your wife thought tonight
would be a good time.

Shall we sit?

Oh, yes.

Please.

Something to drink, perhaps?

No.

01:32:15,323
I received a visit.

From?

Viscount Halifax.

It appears that the
prospect of a peace deal

has increased dramatically.

The War Cabinet is drafting
a letter to Mussolini,

asking him to broker talks
with Herr Hitler.

Then Halifax was correct.

I should like to know
your mind.

It would be helpful
to know yours first.

I should like
to know it myself.

Nations

which go down fighting
rise again, and those

that surrender tamely
are finished.

Belgium?

Collapsed.
Norway?

Holland.

France any hour.

And the mood of Parliament?

Fear. Panic.

And you?

Are you not afraid?

I am, most terribly.

Support in the War Cabinet

for the campaign of resistance

has collapsed.

Later today, I will address
the House accordingly.

You have my support.

Your Majesty?

You have my support.

I confess, I

had some reservations
about you at first, but

while some in this country
dreaded your appointment,

none, none dreaded it
like Adolf Hitler.

Whomever can strike fear
into that brute heart

is worthy of all of our trust.

We shall work together.

You shall have my support
at any hour.

Beat the buggers.

I will go to Parliament.

But without support
in my own party,

I must sue for peace.

You once gave me some advice.

Perhaps I can...
I can give you some.

Go to the people.

Let them instruct you.

Quite silently,
they usually do.

But tell them

the truth unvarnished.

If invasion is imminent,

if our troops in France
are lost,

they must be prepared.

On certain matters,

I have very few people
with whom I can

talk frankly.

Perhaps now we have each other.

And I no longer scare you?

A little.

But I can cope.

We are ready.
More or less.

More or less
what, Bertie?

Give me a number.

In total, 860 vessels.

The biggest civilian
fleet ever assembled.

Operation Dynamo
waits on your command.

Admiral,

initiate Dynamo.

And may God
watch over them all.

We've lost the prime minister.

Do you know
how to use this thing?

Yes, sir.

How do I get to Westminster?

Westminster.

The District Line, east.
One stop.

District Line.
East. One stop.

Well, that doesn't
sound so hard.

No, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

The memorandum is titled
"Suggested Approaches to Italy"

and is as follows.

"If Signor Mussolini
will cooperate with us

"in securing a settlement
of all European questions

"which safeguard
the independence

"and security of the allies,
and could be the basis

"of a just and durable
peace for Europe,

"we will undertake
at once to discuss,

"with the desire
to find solutions,

"the matters in which
Signor Mussolini

"is primarily interested.

"We understand that
he desires the solution

"of certain
Mediterranean questions,

"and if he will state
in secrecy what these are,

"France and Great Britain
will at once

"do their best
to meet his wishes."

So, this is the Underground.

Thank you.

01:40:27,193
Does anyone have a match?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What are you all staring at?

Have you never seen
the prime minister

ride the Underground before?

What is your name?

Oliver Wilson, sir.

And what do you do,
Mr. Wilson?

Bricklayer, sir.
Ah, bricklayer.

We shall have great need
of bricklayers soon.

Business will be looking up.

Progress.

How old?

Five months, sir.

He looks like you.

Madam, all babies
look like me.

Well, what is your name?

Mrs. Jessie Sutton.

Ah, Mrs. Sutton.

It's a pleasure.

Abigail.

Abigail Walker.

Marcus Peters.
Marcus Peters.

Agnes Dillon.
Agnes.

Maurice Baker.
Mr. Baker.

Alice Simpson.
Alice Simpson.

Miss Margaret Jerome.

Oh, a Jerome.

My mother was a Jerome.

I expect
we are closely related.

Please, please. Sit.

Sit, everyone.

Thank you, Mr. Baker.

So, how are you all,
how are you all bearing up?

Good spirits?

Yes.
Yes?

Just as well.

We shall need them.

Let me ask you something

that's been weighing
on my mind.

Perhaps you can
provide me with an answer.

You, the British people.

What is your mood?

Is it confident?

Yeah.
If confident, how confident?

Very. Some people say
it's a lost cause.

No, lost causes
are the only ones

worth fighting for.
Too right.

Yes.
Now let me ask you this.

If the worst came to pass

and the enemy
were to appear on those...

those streets above,
what would you do?

Fight.
Fight the fascists.

Fight them with anything
we can lay our hands on.

Broom handles if we must.
Street by street.

They will never
take Piccadilly.

Never take Piccadilly, indeed.

And what if
I put it to you all

that we might,
if we, if we ask nicely

get very favorable terms
from Mr. Hitler

if we enter into a peace deal
with him right now?

What would you say to that?

Never! Never! Never!

Never! Never!

Never.

Never

Will you never give up?

No. Never.

"Then out speake brave Horatius,

"Captain of the Gate:

"To every man upon this earth

"Death cometh soon or late.

"And how can man die better

"Than facing fearful odds

"For the ashes..."
"For the ashes of his fathers

"And the temples of his Gods."

Are you crying?

L...

Yes, yes. I...

I blub a lot, you know.

You'll have to get used to it.

What stop is this?

It's Westminster, sir.

Westminster. It's my stop.

Prime Minister.

Sir.

The War Cabinet.

Sir, they're waiting.

I'm due to address
the Outer Cabinet.

When?
Now.

I haven't spoken to them

since the formation
of the new government.

Prime Minister.
Good day, gentlemen.

Prime Minister...

I-I'm about to, speak to
my Outer Cabinet in my rooms,

and I extend the
invitation to any of you

who would care to join them.

Let's go.
Let's go.

This afternoon,

I shall address the House

on the matter
of our nation's security.

At this very moment,
the War Cabinet

is drafting papers
that lay out a willingness

to enter into peace talks
with Herr Hitler,

via his

his lackey, Mussolini.

I have thought very
carefully in these last days

whether it was part of my duty

to consider entering
into negotiations with...

With that man.

But then I...

I spoke with

Oliver Wilson,

Mrs. Jessie Sutton,

Mrs. Abigail Walker,

Marcus Peters,

Maurice Baker,

Alice Simpson

and Miss Margaret Jerome.

Brave, good, true citizens
of this kingdom.

And they argued strongly
that it was idle to think,

if we tried to make peace now,

we should get better terms
than if we fought it out.

The Germans, Mr. Baker felt,

would demand,
in the name of disarmament,

our naval bases and much else,

and I think he's right.

Jessie Sutton,
speaking for many,

believes we would then
become a...

a slave state.

A British government which
would be Hitler's puppet.

A government set up
under Mosley

or some such person.
No, no.

And I join with them in asking
a further question.

A question I now put to you.

Where should we be
at the end of all that?

Some might benefit.

I mean, the powerful might
be able to parlay good terms,

preserved in their
country redoubts,

out of sight of the swastika
flying over

over Buckingham Palace!

Over Windsor!

And, draped on
these very buildings!

Never! Never!
No! No!

So I come to you...

I come to you

to learn your minds
in this grave hour.

You see,
it was pointed out to me

by my new friends
that you might even rise up

and tear me down
were I for one moment

to contemplate parlay
or surrender.

Were they wrong?

No!

Were they wrong?
No!

Were they wrong?

No!
Thank you. Thank you.

Then I have heard you.

I have heard you.

It appears to be
your will also

that if this long island story
of ours is to end at last,

then let it end
only when each one of us

lies choking in his own
blood upon the ground!

Yes!
Bravo!

Yes.

And when I asked
to know their minds,

there occurred
a demonstration which,

considering the character
of the gathering,

quite surprised me.

There is no doubt
that if we falter at all

in the leading of the nation,

we should all be hurled
out of office.

I am sure now
that every minister

on both sides of the House

is ready to be killed
quite soon,

and have all his family
and possessions destroyed,

rather than give in.

In this, they represent
almost all the people.

And it falls to me
in these coming days and months

to express their sentiments.

There shall be
no negotiated peace.

And you must each do now

as you see fit.

If you will excuse me,
gentlemen

I believe I am due
to address Parliament.

And I have yet to write
a word of my speech.

There's the buggers.

Tiny.
Sir.

Miss Layton.
Sir.

lam in need of you.

We must both now resign,
force a vote of no confidence.

Well, let us go
to the Commons first,

join our colleagues.

Then speak after
the prime minister's address.

Here is a woman
who's always tired,

for she lives a life
where too much is required.

The Prime Minister.

Turning once again to the
question of invasion,

I would observe that there
has never been a period

in all these long centuries
of which we boast

when an absolute guarantee
against invasion

could have been given
to our people.

Hear, hear.

But I have myself

full confidence
that if all do their duty,

if nothing is neglected,

and the best arrangements
are made,

as they are being made,

we shall prove ourselves
once more able

to defend our island home.

To ride out the storm of war

and to outlive
the menace of tyranny.

If necessary

for years, if necessary

alone.

At any rate,
that is what we are

are going to try to do.

That is the resolve
of His Majesty's Government,

every man of them.
To your right, please.

That is the will

of Parliament and the nation.

Hear, hear.

The British Empire

and the French Republic,

linked together in their
cause and in their need,

will defend to the death

their native soil.

Hear, hear!

Aiding each other
like good comrades

to the utmost
of their strength.

Hear, hear.

Even though
large tracts of Europe

and many old and famous states

have fallen
or may fall into

the grip of the Gestapo

and all the odious apparatus
of the Nazi rule,

we shall not flag or fail.

We shall go on to the end!

Hear, hear!

We shall fight in France.

We shall fight on the
seas and the oceans.

We shall fight
with growing confidence

and growing strengths
in the air.

Hear, hear!

We shall defend our island,

whatever the cost may be.

Hear, hear.

We shall fight on the beaches.

We shall fight
on the landing grounds.

We shall fight in the fields

and in the streets.

We shall fight in the hills.

We shall never surrender!

Hear, hear.
Hear, hear.

And if...

And if

which I do not
for a moment believe,

this island
or large part of it were...

were subjugated
and starving,

then our empire
beyond the seas,

armed and guarded
by the British fleet,

would carry on the struggle.
Hear, hear!

Until, in God's good time,

the New World, with all
its power and might,

steps forth to the rescue

and the liberation of the old!

Bravo!

Victory!

Victory! Victory!

Changed your mind?

Those who never
change their mind

never change anything.

What just happened?

He mobilized
the English language

and sent it into battle.