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Davey! Davey Sherman!

Lee, what are you doing?

Did they lock?

Did they lock? Come on!

Where'd you go?

What the hell happened?

Here, drink this.

Good guy, Davey.

You're one of the good ones.

Yeah, how am I right?

There's bad things that do

happen, you know?

Bad things do happen to some

of us girls.

Lee?

Lee, honey, what do you mean by that?

You know what?

We can talk about it later.

Let's get you to bed, okay?

I'll be back.

Is that all right?

I think it's safe to say you

got the hang of this. You think?

It's damn good.

You know, disinfects it with

hooch, and then hands it

straight back to me.

And being Davey, you put it

right back on the set.

I usually do idiotic things around Oli.

It was strange to laugh, we

could never laugh in hiding,

we could bear to grieve.

Paris is like a smile where

half the teeth are missing.

I saw Solange, they kept her

in prison for three months,

didn't know where,

We didn't know if she was alive,

and then one day she was back.

Why did they take her? Who knows?

Even that's illogic.

What's happened to Jean?

Do you know anything?

No.

We just don't know.

Everyone is looking for someone,

but none of us have any answers.

They're fucking barbarians.

And it's not just Jews.

Artists, communists,

Homosexuals, black people, gypsies.

Anyone with an opinion.

Anyone who didn't fit their ideals.

They just disappeared and with

no warning.

All we know is they pushed

them onto trains.

Old women, tiny children.

And when they go off on those trains,

they don't come back.

Where did they take them?

They're just gone.

So many people back home.

People don't just disappear.

She's a pirate.

I don't know. They do.

Thanks for the care package.

Lee, how's liberation going, Perry?

They say it's marvellous.

It must just be one big party.

We're on ten to see what you

have to say, of course.

We're actually celebrating here.

Mother made a cake.

Have you spoken to Roland?

How's he getting on?

Lee?

Have there been any reports

of missing people in the news?

Missing? I don't understand.

Thousands and thousands of

missing people.

Anything?

Sorry, it's not very clear.

Who's missing?

It's not over at all.

I know, but by the time the

next issue goes to print, I'm

sure there'll be more good news.

I've got to go.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Are you all right?

Mm-hmm.

I think you should come home.

I can't just come home, Roland.

I missed you terribly.

It's going to be over soon.

I think you've got to let me

look after you now.

Look after me? Jesus Christ.

What's the matter?

Is that why you're here?

To escort me home? No, no.

Everything's changed.

It's all different now.

I'm the same. You're the same.

Everything will be back to normal.

It'll all be better.

Normal? You only want me home so you

can feel better

about spending the war

painting some fucking sheds.

There's no need to be cruel.

What are you talking about?

Please keep your voice down.

People are missing, our friends.

I can't just come home and

sit still and do nothing.

Lee.

I don't have a choice.

That's not true.

You had a goddamn word I just said.

Yes, I have.

I'm just worried about you.

Well, don't.

And I love you. Come home.

Please.

Roland thinks I should roll

and thinks it's not really a sentence.

I'd like to hear finished right now

I'm heading to the front

Ready to go

That's not what I thought you

were gonna say

Why didn't I just go home?

I guess I could have

But I've always been the last

to leave the party

Everybody's taking

Take the edge off.

Am I right, thanks?

Listen to yourself.

Our body hurts.

We drove for months.

Didn't wash for weeks.

500 miles into the worst of it all.

Miller? Suicide packs.

I'm finding them everywhere.

Whole family's swallowing cyanide.

Are we the first ones here?

Yes, you are.

There's so much life in a

person's eyes, right up until

the moment that there isn't.

It was no longer something

I'd heard about or imagined.

It was real.

Once you've seen it, you can

never unsee it.

Oh, my God.

Davey.

Davey, give me your leg up. All right.

Oh

Jesus Christ What?

And go

Yeah

Dave, slow down. Slow down.

Does he sit? Yeah, left.

Left.

Prince, we got the plots.

Yeah. Hey, press.

This place is off limits.

Officers only.

Cigarette? Thank you.

It's kind of chilling out, huh?

Sure is.

I'm Lee Miller.

This is my friend David Sherman.

We'd love to step inside for

a few moments if that'll be alright.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Welcome to Hitler's humble abode.

Cigarette?

Oh, thank you.

Hey, Davey, it's hot.

I need you.

Yeah.

Ready? Yeah, you?

Wipe off the fray. Jesus Christ.

Is that it?

Just jab it. All right.

It's in. Come on.

Make sure you can't see my tits.

We'll never get it past the sensor.

Hitler and Ava Braun were

dead by the time we were in

his apartment.

They'd committed suicide in Berlin.

Did that change how you felt?

Washing into Fuhrer's bathtub.

Who on earth made you do that?

You think it was wrong?

I think it sounds like you.

What does that mean?

Being impulsive and not

thinking about the consequences

or the appearances. Why the

hell should I care about appearances?

But you answer some goddamn

questions, huh?

Fine

Tell me about your mother

What do you want me to say?

up to you I

Spent my entire life

Thinking about I was the problem

my

mere existence was the problem

to me a long time to realize

it wasn't me it was her

i felt like she blamed me

for everything that went wrong

in her life

and that made me feel like i

ruined everything for her

that's really what you think

do you have another

explanation that's disappointing

i think it's here

Where are they? Where are my pictures?

They're not there. Let me look.

No, they're not fucking here.

Lee? Hello? Can I help you?

Are you looking for something

in particular?

Can I help?

Where are they? Huh? Oh, goodness.

Stop, stop. Please, you mustn't.

These are mine.

I took them. I decide what

happens to them.

Please.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

stop, stop.

Well, who cares? Nobody saw them.

You didn't print them.

I fought for them, Lady.

I fought for them. After what?

To stand in a filing cabinet?

The Ministry thought they'd be

disturbed people.

This happened. This really happened.

Leave! Leave! Leave! These happen!

These images will

disturb people more than

they've already been disturbed!

People need to move on! Move on!

Move on!

This little girl in a death

camp, raped and beaten!

How does she move on?

How does she move on? Ever! Ever!

Ever!

I've sent them to New York,

and I'm hoping that American

Vogue will publish them.

I'm really trying, Lee. I'm

really trying.

Not hard enough.

I'm not trying hard enough.

I know you think I've let

you down, but I wish that

you'd let me explain before you

started destroying them. I'm sorry.

My mother was unwell when I

was seven years old.

I was said to stay with

family friends until she got better.

They were nice people.

They were good to me.

There was another man who

came to visit.

He had dark hair.

He took care of me at the

house when the family went

into town one day.

He took me into the bedroom

and told me to lie down. And he...

he...

he... My mother said I should

never tell.

She was... she was so ashamed.

So I never told.

She said it's all... it's all fake.

But it happens all the time.

And I just get away with it.

When we had first haircut.

This is the first book I

ever read to you.

This is the first picture you

ever drew.

This is the first picture I

ever took of you and your father.

I know I made mistakes.

And I know I may not have

been a good mother, Tony.

But I really tried.

Why didn't you tell me about

any of this?