Where does a rich Parisian find silk stockings?
One does not ask, Ma Cherie.
Your niece is kind to lend me these.
You're going to the opera with the German Minister.
You can't wear your old clothes.
How can he do this?
I'm an enemy alien and Jewish.
The Germans please themselves.
Ils Sont Les Vainqueurs.
Herr Beck is no exception.
Perfect.
I've been living out of suitcases.
l feel so strange.
You feel beautiful because you are.
Here's your perfume.
Some of mine.
My niece always smells like a flower shop.
Madame, your gentleman is here.
Thank you, Jeanine.
Oh, Madame, you are ravishing.
Merci Bien.
Bye, Louis.
Maman.
Don't cry.
Mommy will be home soon.
Don't cry.
I'll be home soon.
On your way. Vasi.
I'll look after him.
Sur La Porte D'avignon
Luronnes Dansent, Luronnes Dansent
Sur La Porte D'avignon
Luronnes Dansent Du Serein
This may seem a tactless question,
but how can you be seen with a Jewess?
The Ambassador knows that you and your uncle are in Paris.
The Gestapo, of course, knows, too.
They also know that l am taking you to the opera.
Who you are is nobody else's business.
You are uneasy?
Horribly.
I'm sorry. l thought you might enjoy this.
l intended it as a friendly, or at least a reconciling gesture.
How long have you known we were in Paris?
Mrs. Henry, l knew that you were in Lourdes.
Winston Churchill, you know, paid a handsome compliment
to General Rommel during the Africa campaign.
''Across the Gulf of War,
l salute a great General,'' he said.
Your getting from Sienna to Marseilles was a daring feat.
That escape caused me terrific embarrassment.
However, across the Gulf of War, l salute you.
You have courage.
How did you find out we were in Lourdes?
Just before you were moved to Baden-Baden,
there was an effort to get you released.
The French brought it to our attention at once.
What effort?
We never heard of such effort.
You're sure?
Well...there was a quiet approach from Washington
to let you cross into Spain.
Still, l was bound to find out sooner or later.
Oh, by the way,
the doctor from the Victoria home informed me
that your uncle is much on the mend.
Can you tell there's a difference from peacetime Paris?
There's no Jews.
Yes. That is a change.
Do you like Mozart?
l haven't heard the Marriage of Figaro in years.
it will be very good for you.
Some more wine, Mrs. Henry?
No, thank you.
l better get back to my baby.
Mrs. Henry, may l be direct?
Of course.
Dr. Abetz, my Ambassador,
has read your uncle's broadcast scripts with tremendous enthusiasm.
it is not too late for Professor Jastrow to deliver them.
You're still interested in the broadcast?
indeed. They're more timely than ever.
in Dr. Abetz' view,
the only way to achieve a positive outcome to the war now
is for the Anglo-American allies to realize
that Germany is fighting their fight -
the fight of Western civilization against brutish Slav imperialism.
And so you see,
Dr. Abetz wants to promote anything that could help bring about
a better understanding among the Western powers.
He considers them of huge importance.
Had my uncle been willing to make those broadcasts,
we would not have fled Italy.
l realize that neither you nor Professor Jastrow understand
just how fraught with peril your situation is.
What do you mean?
The pressure from the Gestapo to arrest both of you
as Jewish fugitives from Italy with fake papers never, never lets up.
Thanks only to Dr. Abetz
were you permitted to go to Baden-Baden.
He is your shield and hope.
lf you'd known our whereabouts since Lourdes,
why didn't you contact us then?
With the exchange negotiations in progress,
neither Baden-Baden nor Lourdes
seemed the place to raise the matter.
Therefore, the mischance of your uncle's illness
proved almost a blessing in disguise.
Then you brought us here.
l confess.
But l promise you, Mrs. Henry, my reasons were not entirely selfish.
l am extremely fond of your uncle, and l was convinced
that it was here in Paris that he would receive the finest care.
l must warn you to consider this -
if Dr. Abetz withdraws his protection,
the Gestapo will at once sweep you in.
They're exceedingly anxious to question you
about your trip from Sienna to Marseilles.
Need l say more?
But we are under Swiss protection.
Let me be candid.
Once the Gestapo have you,
Swiss protection would be like a straw fence against a fire.
And l could no longer be responsible for what might happen...
although l should be most enormously distressed.
You will urge him?
l don't have much choice, do l?
Our evening has been well spent, Mrs. Henry,
if you understand that.
l couldn't get him to sleep until you come back, madame.
He cries for you.
That's all right, Jeanine.
You can go now. Good night.
Louis, it's Maman.
You must go to sleep now.
You must go to sleep.
My uncle won't make those broadcasts.
That would be the end of both of you.
The Germans would never let you go.
They know once he sets foot in America, he'd repudiate every word.
You must go back to Baden-Baden at once.
Back to Germany?
Yes. To the custody of your charge D'affaires.
Pinckney Tuck's a flaming new dealer,
but he's competent and tough.
He's your best protection now.
Well, you must remember that there are German internees
in America that the Germans want back very badly.
Here the Swiss can only go through the motions.
Tuck will fight.
I'll do what you say.
Good.
Now...
You say Beck has gone to Stuttgart?
For how long?
For his wife's birthday.
Well, if you request a return to Baden-Baden,
the embassy technically can't stop you.
Let's put the request in before Beck returns.
Just do it. Quick March.
Routinely.
That embassy's a big tangle of bureaus.
it can just slide through.
Can your uncle travel?
l suppose if he must he will.
All right.
You'll need a Swiss escort to Baden-Baden...
and, uh...transit visas...
and, of course, railroad tickets.
I'll have the comtesse go to the Swiss litigation...
Or l will.
l know what you're thinking.
Can you trust this old hag of a collaborationist?
Yes. Trust me.
We're both American.
it's risky to involve yourself, Comtesse.
More tea?
No.
Let's get going.
Vite! Vite!
15 minutes to train time.
We'll be there in five.
Aaron, are you chilly?
No. Warm as toast.
The Swiss Consul will be there?
Waiting outside the gare, or so the comte says.
We're so grateful to you both.
Write me all that from Baden-Baden.
Cheval!
Cheval, oui.
Horsie.
Mrs. Henry?
Monsieur Liestal.
Dr. Jastrow.
La comtesse de chambrun?
Ah oui.
Liestal. Swiss litigation.
Enchantee.
So nice to see you again.
l shall accompany you to Baden-Baden.
All is in order.
The German Embassy made no difficulties.
it's all quite routine.
We have a first-class compartment to ourselves.
l hate farewells.
You'll be leaving soon. I'm off.
Louis, sos sage.
Courage, Professor.
Courage.
Bon chance, Cherie.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything.
Gardez-les Bien.
Bien sur, Madame.
3:00 here we go, thank God.
We're not moving.
Wartime. Always delays.
Werner Beck.
Nemesis.
I'm sorry, but he's not well enough to travel.
Heart action weak, blood pressure high,
lungs congested.
No. Not possible.
But the hospital discharged him.
Please, Mrs. Henry.
Dr. Grasse is Ambassador Abetz' personal physician.
I'm perfectly fine.
There's no reason l can't travel.
Professor, you are a responsibility of my government.
My car is ready.
Professor.
Our papers are in order.
We will not get off this train.
it will not leave until you do.
SS Colonel Paolo Blobel's Kommando 1005
has become the custodian of the great and sacred Reich secret.
Reichsfuhrer SS Heinrich Himmler,
privately beginning to fear that Germany might lose the war,
is taking steps to preserve his nation's reputation.
He has ordered that even the mute evidence
of Germany's special measures against the Jews,
the corpses, must not exist.
And so Kommando 1005 will open and clear
all the mass graves throughout Poland and Russia.
Burn the bodies,
shovel the ashes into the pits,
level them off with dirt,
and scatter them with grass seed.
And in five years, the woods would obliterate every trace.
System.
That's the thing, Greiser.
System.
Economic processing.
These fellows search.
These pull off dental gold and so on.
These collect and infiltrate.
System, Greiser, system.
And close supervision, or the youth will rob you blind.
Last week l had to shoot seven perfectly healthy ones.
They'll be missed on the work force.
Also, keep a close eye on your SS.
Two good men on the collection end always.
You've thought of everything.
Germany's war needs are great.
Back home, they're collecting pots and pans.
Here, amidst this garbage, we are collecting treasure.
And search them all, even the kids.
it's an old Yid trick to hide valuables on the children.
How can these Jews stand to do this?
They do it. They are fed.
lf not, they are beaten and starved.
it's that simple.
Some of them look like lunatics.
Ja, they don't last long.
You handle them like cattle,
with the shots and the dogs.
When they are hopeless, you get rid of them.
We catch them in a good mood.
We take their guns and head for the woods.
No! See the other guy with Blobel?
He'll be taking us to the Ukraine.
That's the place to try.
We'll make it, l tell you.
I'm ready to die trying.
The idea is not to die.
The idea is to bring the films to Prague.
l can't take much more of this.
Stop those damned sounds.
Listen to me.
They have no Jewish burial.
it's for them.
Singing the songs for the dead is a great Mitzvah.
You stand in this pit, you handle these horrors,
and you talk of God?
Where was He when they were shot?
Where is He now?
l don't know.
Maybe we didn't deserve a miracle that would have saved us.
l don't know.
There he is.
Him l want to kill.
You'll get shot by the others.
What for?
For her.
Cover your face.
They'll see you.
Cover it.
You get the idea?
A layer of bodies with rags well-soaked in oil,
a layer of wooden ties, more bodies with oil,
more wooden ties, and so on.
And finally, a drenching of gasoline with steel rails on top.
And how many on such a pile?
About 1,000.
More than that it becomes top-heavy.
Always put it up well to windward.
it helps the stink.
l told you to stand well clear.
So that's it. Finished.
By tonight, we should have this one all cleaned up.
in the Ukraine, the graves there are enormous.
They buried treasure in millions of reichsmarks.
And they buried them like that?
l mean, with no economic processing?
l argued with that pighead Eichmann.
l pleaded with him.
But, no- shoot them, bury them, on to the next town.
The worst... was Kiev.
l had no choice.
l had to follow Eichmann's orders.
l found a ravine outside the town.
Babi Yar, it was called.
it was a place to go on Sunday picnics,
that sort of thing.
We collected the Jews in batches.
They came like cattle.
We told them they were being resettled in Palestine.
it took days.
There were more than 30,000 of them.
The biggest job anybody ever tried.
it worked for me.
Well, l got it done, but what a botch.
Not only didn't the army keep the civilian sightseers away,
half the rubberneckers were German soldiers.
Disgusting.
People watching executions like it was a soccer game.
They were eating ice cream, even taking pictures.
Pictures of women and children kneeling to be shot in the back.
That was hard on the morale of my rifle squads, let me tell you.
They didn't appreciate getting into such pictures.
What did we do when it was over?
Threw the clothes in with them,
loaded with God knows what money and jewelry,
and then bulldozed sand over the whole mess.
Between you and me, let this go no further,
l sent a secret protest to Himmler.
l proposed economic processing.
l proposed what they now do in Auschwitz.
l proposed Kommando 1005, and l designed the flame.
You are as important for the war effort as General Rommel.
Ja, but no one will ever know.
That is my sacrifice for the fatherland.
Two hours late already -
Russian equipment, Russian railroaders.
Sammy!
Now you know if you didn't know before-
Jews are wild animals!
That's the way to treat them!
No other way!
So let's give them a lesson they'll remember.
Count out every fourth man and shoot him!
Unto the flame with them!
The rest - to be chained in sections by the legs from now on.
And for our comrades at arms... war heroes...
Back to Germany for a military burial with full honors.
into the flame with this!
Lieutenant!
Well, now...
you are blooded, Lieutenant.
l take full responsibility.
There is no time to have you replaced.
Just keep a better eye on your noncoms!
Now, finish up here, and get the hell down to the Ukraine.
Get this garbage out of my sight!
into the truck!
Kolko.
All right.
Count off one out of four.
Let's get this over with.
Ein, zwei, drei, vier.
Oh, God, who art compassionate, who dwellest on high,
command perfect peace beneath the shadow of thy divine presence
in the exalted place among the holy and pure,
who shines in the brightness of the firmament
to the soul of Menachem Mendel, who was murdered by the Nazis.
Up scope.
Here he comes.
Range...mark?
1,700 yards.
Down scope.
All hands, hear this.
That Jap destroyer is combing our torpedo wakes
and heading straight for us.
I'm going to shoot him.
We've been tracking this damn convoy for days.
I'm not losing him because of torpedo failures.
Our fish ran straight, but they were duds again.
We've still got 13 torpedoes aboard
and some major targets ahead- a big freighter, a tanker,
and a Jap transport with troops dying to give our Marines hell.
lf the tin can works us over, they're going to escape.
So I'll shoot him with contact exploders on a shallow setting.
Look alive!
l need a good solution.
Set tubes, depth 5 feet.
Open outer doors.
Set tubes, depth 5 feet.
Open outer doors.
Up scope!
Range...mark?
1,500 yards.
Bearing...mark?
350.
Target angle at about 45.
Make closing speed 40 knots.
Range...mark?
1,150 yards.
Range...mark?
1,000 yards.
Bearing.
348, drift in to port.
Angle on bow, zero.
Stand by to shoot.
Speed steady at 40 knots.
l have solution lights.
Fire one.
Fire two.
The wakes are missing to the left.
Damn it.
Stand by. Bearing...mark?
347.
Range...mark?
850 yards.
Captain, l have solution lights.
Fire three!
Fire four!
Fire five!
Torpedoes are running right underneath the destroyer's bearing.
Left full rudder.
Come to 2-8-0.
All ahead, full. Emergency-350 feet.
Yeah! My God, Captain, you blew his bow off.
Belay that last order. All ahead, 1/3.
Aye, aye, sir. Answering all ahead, 1/3.
Yeah!
All right!
Yeah.
Yeah! All right!
Okay.
The freighter and tanker are high tailing it away.
But the troop transport is turning towards us.
Start reload.
The captain is demented or panicked.
it's great for us.
All hands, now hear this.
The USS Moray has just scored her first victory.
We blew that Jap destroyer to bits.
Well done.
The forward torpedo room
can paint a beautiful sunrise among those tubes.
Yeah! Yeah!
The transport is headed this way.
He's 10,000 tons, full of soldiers.
Here's our big chance.
We'll shoot him,
then pursue the other two on the surface.
Let's get them all now - l want a clean sweep.
Yeah!
Knock it off.
We'll celebrate when we got them.
Tubes one, two, and six are ready - forward.
Open outer doors.
Up scope.
Bearing...mark?
315.
Range... mark?
1,200 yards.
Down scope.
Stand by to shoot.
l have the solution lights, sir.
Fire one.
Shoot number one fired electrically, sir.
Fire two.
Number two fired electrically.
Fire six.
All units are running hot, straight, and normal.
Up scope.
Okay. Come on, baby, come on.
Three sweet ones on target all the way, Skipper.
Torpedo run to target - 22 seconds.
Two sure hits, Skipper, on the corner of midship.
l see flames. She's afire.
Whoo-hoo! Ha ha!
Well done, fleet.
Well done. Down scope.
Prepare for battle on surface.
Man all guns.
Horseshoe! Surface, surface, surface.
Forward. Take it forward.
Get that ammo ready.
Aye, aye, sir.
50 over the side.
Let's circle and see where the freighters have got off to.
All ahead 1/3.
Like ants off a hot plate, huh?
He's trying to sink it.
He just might, too.
5-inchers - sink them!
Come on, 5-inchers, finish them.
Whoo!
Okay. Briney, what's the range on the freighters now?
Radar, what's the range?
13,000 yards.
Okay. Let's circle, jam some charge into the batteries,
and get photographs of this transport.
On the surface, we can overtake these other two monkeys easy.
Meantime, let's sink these boats
and send these floaters to join their ancestors.
Captain, don't do it.
Why not?
Because we're not butchers.
These are combat troops.
lf they get rescued, they'll fight our guys
in New Guinea in a week.
it's like shooting prisoners.
Come on.
What about our guys in Bataan? On the Holiday Arizona?
These boats, barges, and rafts are legitimate targets of war.
So are the men.
lf we don't kill them,
they'll kill Americans.
Open fire! All guns.
Commence firing.
Captain, I'm going below.
Very well, Reid.
Henry.
Hey.
5,000 yards.
Broader in the starboard quarter. Hull down.
We got the bastards, Briney.
I'm going to attack.
Aye, aye, sir.
Look alive, Lieutenant.
There's a war on.
Wrong, Skipper.
War is when the other guy can shoot back.
l can hack your not agreeing with my decision -
it's not just me, the crew should be high as a kite, they're not.
They will come around when the action starts.
You're the guy I'm wondering about.
Now hear this.
We've got these Jap freighters at 5,000 yards-
nearly a beam each other.
I'm shooting three torpedoes
and an overlapping shot from our stern tubes.
Look sharp.
Final bearing and shoot.
Mark?
140.
Range... mark?
950 yards.
Down scope.
Angle in the bow 80 port.
They're overlapping nicely.
Set...solution lights, sir.
Fire seven.
Tube seven fired electrically, sir.
Fire eight.
Number eight fired electrically.
Fire nine.
Number nine fired electrically, sir.
Torpedoes running hot, straight, and normal - on bearing.
Whoo! Ha ha!
Up scope.
One hit, Skipper, folded her stacks.
What about the other one?
No luck, sir.
Very well. Surface!
Down scope.
Horseshoes.
Surface, surface, surface!
They've got some 3-inchers.
Better hope they're lousy shots.
We can hit them from below.
No. We'll finish now.
All ahead. Strike.
All ahead, forward.
Steady as you go.
Stand by to shoot - two, three.
Shooting two, three.
All ahead 1/3.
The solution lights have been reported, Skipper.
Range 700 yards.
Bearing 002.
Point-blank, Briney.
Fire three.
Left full rudder.
Got them both.
Well, there's no sense in taking any more fire, eh?
Clear the bridge!
Dive! Dive!
Attention all hands.
I'm so proud of all you guys l could damn near cry.
You are the best sub crew in the whole damn Navy.
Let me tell you something else.
The Moray has just begun to kill Japs.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
We're going to go back and put our last fish in that cripple,
then all ahead flank for Pearl.
When we pass Channel Boy l in 10 days,
we're going to tie a broom to the periscope...
clean sweep!
God bless every one of you.
Crew seems all right to me, Briney.
Welcome aboard, Admiral Nimitz.
l want to shake hands with every officer and man on this boat.
Well done, Captain.
Thank you. Follow me, please.
Pete, aren't you staying for the party?
No, Briney. l can't get in the mood.
Yeah.
See this?
Nothing in there about the shootings, l hope.
No.
There's plenty of scuttlebutt around the base.
What are they saying?
Looks like the vote's going against the Skipper.
Good.
But not by much.
l don't know, Briney.
All those men out there...
and he honestly believes he did the right thing.
l know.
Subpac's recommending him for his second Navy cross.
When Nimitz finds out about those shootings,
l doubt it.
it's some war, Pete.
Yeah...some war.
I'll see you around, Briney.
Hello!
it's me - Briney!
Byron.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Janice!
Oh, Byron, l love you.
Don't you know that?
Don't be so afraid.
l won't eat you.
Did you see this?
Uh, yeah. Everywhere l go.
You should've seen the bash
they laid on at the officers' club.
He's the toast of Subpac.
Well, did you get my message?
is he coming for dinner?
Yeah, he's coming.
Well, great.
l got to change.
Captain, I'm surprised you weren't waylaid by adoring females.
Well, l did, but l fought them off.
Oh, single-handedly?
Of course.
l didn't come empty-handed.
Here it is, for you.
And this is for you, Mrs. Janice Henry.
And for you, Captain.
Oh! Hey.
This is for you, Lieutenant Henry.
Right there.
You know, he is the best damn submariner in the fleet.
That's just what l needed, Captain.
All conquering heroes in the dining room
for the dinner of your lifetime-
steaks, shrimp... apple pie, Byron,
and champagne from California.
Ah, my style. My style.
We've had enough.
Now, you two stay clear of my kitchen.
Aye, aye, Captain.
I'm going to clean up... cut it out.
Thank you.
Lovely mood I'm in, gentle as a bird in motion...
Let me do that.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pete Betman asked to be transferred.
And?
What do we do for an xO?
l told the Admiral that l wanted you.
Me? No. No, that's impossible.
I'm a Junior Reserve.
Besides, I'm a lousy administrator. You know that.
The roster shows you're qualified, and you are.
The Admiral is considering it.
Yeah. You'd be only the third reserve xO in Subpac.
But the Admiral is inclined to give me what l want just now.
Unless you agree with Pete Betman.
lf you don't want to sail with me again, that can be arranged, too.
l haven't asked off.
Let's get this thing settled once and for all.
We're in a war, and the only way to end it, to win it,
and to save lives in the long run
is to kill large numbers of the enemy.
Am l right or wrong?
No, Lady. You loved it.
l...l don't mind doing a job on the bastards.
l admit that.
The war was their idea.
You know, l think you've forgotten they killed your brother.
l said l haven't asked off. Now, drop it.
Where's Astor?
Byron?
Yeah?
Where's Astor?
Oh, he got smashed and took off.
Well, on your feet, sailor.
it's time for you to hit the rack.
Oh, what a day.
You haven't said anything about Natalie since you made port.
is there any news at all?
I'll call the State Department in the morning,
for all the good that'll do.
That was for Natalie, wasn't it?
No...
good night.
What did you do with Byron?
Sleeping like a baby.
He ought to be with all the champagne we poured into him.
You really are a bastard, you know that?
Uh-uh. I'm a hero.
Didn't you read the newspapers?
Are you sure?
We're not waiting anymore.
Your chains?
Okay.
Stay under the water as long as you can.
May 10, 1943.
The fighting ends in North Africa.
After more than two years of bloody warfare,
a quarter of a million German and Italian soldiers
have finally laid down their arms.
For the Third Reich, it is a second Stalingrad.
Two months earlier, ill and discouraged,
Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, the brilliant ''Desert Fox,''
returned to Berlin in a futile effort to persuade Adolph Hitler
to pull his troops out of Africa.
And now, with the final collapse of his vaunted Afrika Korps,
he has been summoned for another meeting with the Fuehrer.
My friend, I'll be waiting.
All right.
And Erwin, be careful.
Yes.
Mein Fuehrer.
Sit down, Rommel.
l should have listened to you.
Now...it is too late.
it's all over in Tunis.
My men...
l keep thinking about them.
They're lucky.
The Stalingrad heroes are prisoners of the Bolsheviks.
Your men will get fat on American prison rations.
Hmmph.
Your sacrifice was not in vain, Rommel.
They wrecked Roosevelt's timetable for invading fortress Europe,
held them up, while Manstein got my armies out of the caucuses.
Do you know what the soldiers
are calling ''Case Blue'' campaign now?
Caucasus roundtrip.
You know that, my Fuehrer?
Rommel, nothing in Germany escapes me.
Never forget that.
Now...you're quite recovered.
Ja. As fit as a boy.
l want you as my military advisor attached to... headquarters.
Oh, my Fuehrer, give me a field command.
No. l need a plain-speaking man, a soldier, by my side.
Then, uh...
may l speak plainly now?
That is what l want.
Mein Fuehrer... end the war.
Make peace.
We cannot go on fighting the whole world.
There's not much chance left of winning this war.
l know that.
l would make peace tomorrow...
but nobody will make peace with me.
So...
what can l do but fight to the end.
Permit me to speak against that.
lf we took certain crucial first steps...
if certain activities -
secret, reprehensible, un German activities-
were stopped at once, disavowed, even punished -
What activities... are you referring to?
Certain activities in Poland...
of the SS...
of Himmler.
Himmler!
What concern is he of yours?
Himmler's job is internal Security.
Yours is fighting a war.
We have enough strength to force a tolerable peace.
You might strike a deal with the west, but it's impossible...
but it's impossible unless we put an end to...
to things...
common humanity won't tolerate.
No! No! l do not permit you to continue!
The Jews are our implacable, eternal enemies!
Churchill and Roosevelt are nothing but Jewish puppets!
The Jewish Bolsheviks in the East
and the Jew Plutocrats in the West have ganged up to destroy us!
Now, if the German people are incapable of winning this war,
then let them rot!
The best...are dead...anyway.
l will fight for every street, for every house!
Nothing shall be left!
lf a great race dies, then it has to die heroically!
The immediate question is,
where will the allies land next and when?
Well...
Sicily, end of June, early July...
then Italy.
Review the staff studies for Italy, and give me an urgent appraisal.
Zu Befehl, Mein Fuehrer.
Operation Citadel...
under Manstein and Von Kluge.
My coming attack in the East.
Review it and meet me later tonight.
Attack... in the East?
After Stalingrad -
especially after Stalingrad!
They are too cocky now to make a decent separate peace.
So l must tear a great hole in their front.
Yes, one good bloody nose,
and Stalin and l will be doing business again.
Attack!
Attack.
Always attack.
The blacker things look, attack, attack, attack!
Operation Citadel begins in late June.
The day l swore...
The day l swore a soldier's oath of loyalty l would never have believed
such things could be perpetrated by my own government.
So, now you understand.
Hold or die.
Fight to the last round.
No retreat.
He can only wade deeper and deeper in blood,
dragging the fatherland after him.
Unless...
Unless what?
Unless some...
somebody...
some heroic personage...
is ready to step in...
to depose him...
and end the war.
You are... talking treason.
July 5, 1943, early dawn.
Against the advice of his Generals,
Adolph Hitler launches Citadel,
his big Summer offensive in the East-
against a small bulge in the front,
near the industrial town of Kursk,
with the strongest German force under one command,
he hurls nearly a million men, 3,000 tanks, 10,000 guns,
and more than 2,000 planes into the assault.
But this time, there is a breach in German security,
and the Russians are ready.
Lying in wait with almost 1.5 million men, 20,000 hidden guns,
3,600 tanks, and over 2,000 war planes,
they hit the Germans with a blow of such force
the invaders are all but stopped in their tracks.
For five days, the battle rages.
Then as the allies land in Sicily,
Adolph Hitler is suddenly forced to reverse himself.
in a futile and desperate attempt
to bolster the collapsing Italian army,
he abruptly calls off Citadel and immediately begins to ship
his bloodied and battle-weary troops to Italy.
On July 18th, the Kursk battle finally draws to a close,
and Adolph Hitler suffers a defeat he will never recover from.
90,000 dead or wounded...
nearly all of his 2,000 tanks lost and all of his attacking war planes.
After this, the German leader will never be able to mount
another offensive in the East, and his once powerful Wehrmacht
will be on the run until the Russians enter Berlin.
Quite a difference from the last time l was here.
When was that, Miss?
1941 December.
Ah, yes, ma'am.
The war's further away now.
Thank God.
They said they'd be in the back yard, Miss.
Straight through the French doors.
Thank you.
Ah, the Viscountess, Mr. Ambassador.
Pack it up, Philip.
Hello, my dear.
Hello, Mr. Ambassador.
How long have you been here?
Seems like a lifetime, but only since Stalingrad.
Lemonade, Tudsbury?
Lemonade, Phil?
Lemonade.
Chickens, Mr. Ambassador?
One's more likely to eat regularly in Moscow
when food grows in the back yard.
l can imagine.
We tried to book you into the National, but they're full.
We'll put you up here.
How kind.
United press just left a suite in Metropole.
Could l get it?
Think l can swing it.
The manager is a distant cousin of my wife.
Be sure to come to our party tonight.
Best spot for watching the victory fireworks.
Thank you.
Bye, dear.
Thank you.
What victory?
The Kursk Salient.
Surely you know about it.
it wasn't reported in America.
The invasion of Sicily's been the big story.
Sicily. A sideshow.
Come on, Philip.
Hitler's offensive at Kursk
was the biggest tank battle of all time.
The Russian counterattack finally broke the backbone of Jerry's line.
That is something to celebrate.
Stalin's ordered the first victory celebration of the war -
120 artillery Salvos. it'll be something.
Well, l suppose l better come to the party then.
You had. The entire Yank mission's coming.
All except Captain Henry, that is. He won't be there.
Oh, won't he?
You've met him, then?
Made a point of it.
Doesn't say much.
They say he gets things done.
That he does.
He's off in Siberia now.
Just as well.
l look like death.
Come on. it'll never work. He's married.
He's a fossilized old Christian.
Doesn't even play cards on Sundays.
How do you intend to pry him from his wife?
That's doesn't deserve an answer.
l love it when you're angry.
How's your wife, Philip?
Oh, Valentina!
She's fine.
She's still touring the front with her ballet troupe.
Thanks for asking, Tuds.
Oh, baby, please come back or you'll break my heart completely
'cause l don't want to go on without you, no, sirree...
Tudsbury!
One of the great tank commanders.
He fought at Kursk.
l gathered.
He told me he killed many ''Germans.''
That's strange, isn't it?
The only decent song of this whole Holocaust
is a cheap weepy Hun ballad.
Reminds me of North Africa.
Oh, what the hell.
Shall we, Pamela?
Why not?
Orders came for sailing somewhere over there
all confined to barracks was more than l could bear
l knew you were waiting in the street
l heard your feet but would not meet...
Let's have a drink.
Be right with you, General.
... my own Lili Marlene
resting in the village just behind the line
even though we're parted your lips are close to mine
you wait where that lantern softly beams
your sweet face seems to haunt my dreams
my Lili of the lamplight my own Lili Marlene
Attention, everybody.
it's five minutes to midnight.
We'll darken the room and proceed to the balcony.
Hello, Pamela.
Hello there.
Remind you of anything?
My terrace in London. 1940.
Yes.
Pamela, I'm sorry about your father.
l really am.
Did you get my letter?
No.
Did you get any of mine?
No.
You married yet?
Not yet.
God! There's shrapnel falling.
Get inside!
Pretty fancy display of flak.
Too bad they're not as free with cooperation.
General Fitzgerald, Miss Pamela Tudsbury.
How do you do?
Pamela. What a pleasure to meet you.
l was with Duncan Berne-Wilke in New Delhi.
He'd gotten word you were coming.
He was a very happy man.
Now l see why.
is he well?
Getting along.
That's a thankless war theater, the CBI.
Pug, we better get back to those charts.
I'll make my farewells, Pamela.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry I've got him on my hands.
I'm pretty tied up.
Can we see each other tomorrow?
l can't tomorrow.
Foreign press is being taken on a tour of the Kursk battlefield.
When will you be back?
Not for a week.
That's too bad.
l bumped into your wife in Washington.
How does she look?
Very well.
She said to watch your weight.
Shore duty. She knows me.
Your General looks about ready to go.
Yes, so l see.
Well, I'll see you in a week.
Yes.
We have worlds to talk about.
We do.
You call me when you get back.
As the Third Reich reels from he Tunis disaster
and further reverses on the Eastern front,
two more blows shake Hitler's empire.
On July 24th and 25th,
a combined force of 780 American and British bombers
drop over 5,000 tons of bombs and incendiary weapons
on Hamburg, Germany.
50,000 people are killed and nearly a million are left homeless.
Then with the allied landings in Sicily turning into an axis route,
the disillusioned Italian people rise against Mussolini.
And on July 25th, after 21 years as dictator, Il Duce falls.
Treachery!
it's all treachery!
l told Mussolini. l warned him.
Where are your troops, your bodyguards?
Nothing. He had nothing.
The question is, will the Italians keep fighting?
Never.
Now that the Swine Badoglio has taken over.
He's our worst enemy.
He's already in touch with the British.
l know it.
l can smell it from here.
l want two plans drawn up tonight.
First, find and rescue Mussolini.
Two, prepare to take Rome.
I'll clean out that scum, that rabble, that royal family.
I'll make them crawl.
I'll put the Duce back in power in a week.
There's the question of the Vatican.
The whole corps of diplomats is in there.
I'll enter the Vatican and pull out that gang.
Won't that be a haul.
Shoot those diplomat swine hiding in there.
Later we can say it was all a mistake of the war.
Clean out that whole pus of priests.
What do l care?
The Vatican.
An abscess of swindling Jew religion.
Jesus was not a Jew.
He was the bastard son of a Roman soldier.
And Paul, huh! The greatest Jew swindler of all time.
Mein Fuehrer, we have 70,000 troops in Sicily.
They must get back quickly to the mainland.
At once. Absolutely.
Zeitzler, Jodl, see to it.
Blow up the equipment.
Just bring back the troops.
Sicily's done for.
I'll have to fight the allies on the mainland.
We'll need every last man.
And Rommel. Take charge up North.
Stand by to seize the Alpine passes and roll in every available division
to disarm the Italians at the first false move.
Absolutely, Mein Fuehrer.
They're probably plotting to change sides right now.
Treachery!
They're all traitors, except the Duce.
l want him rescued, no matter what.
That way I'll preserve the axis and the pact of steel.
Zu Befehl, Mein Fuehrer.
it will be more than two months before German commandos
finally locate and rescue Mussolini.
And on September 23, 1943, the deposed dictator,
under the fuehrer's orders, will proclaim the new
Italian Social Republic in the North.
But Il Duce will prove to be nothing more than a puppet,
and his new government only a figment of imagination,
propped up by Adolph Hitler's waning military might.
Le veux joir! Le veux joir!
Oui! Oui!
Le Voleur la-bas.
Regarde attention.
Yes, that's right.
Le voleur-the thief.
The thief?
Oui.
Voleur mechant!
There you are.
I've been looking all over the park.
We have to go home now.
Word from the Swiss.
The train to Prague leaves at 8:00 tonight, and we're on it.
Prague. Then it's definite?
We'll join others and go to Thereseinstadt.
Still no word of why we're being sent to this...this place?
No.
The Comtesse has been checking it out.
it doesn't sound at all bad.
it's an old issue, but the Thereseinstadt article is excellent.
it's a German magazine.
Pure Nazi propaganda, of course, even though it's written in French.
But the feature articles are neatly and well-written.
See, Natalie?
Well, look at this, Aaron.
it's called the Paradise Ghetto.
it's supposed to be a privileged retreat for Jewish war heroes,
high judges, great artists.
They even say they have Cinema, concerts, theater.
The pictures seem to be authentic.
l even recognize some of the people.
Look, here's that banker Otto Hirsch.
I've spent weekends on his estate.
There's the conductor of the Vienna Philharmonic.
Why won't they allow us
either to stay here or go back to Baden-Baden?
Werner Beck must've had something to do with this.
The ambassador said no.
He said Werner Beck was transferred to Madrid a month ago.
And Ambassador Abetz made no further mention
of those damnable broadcasts?
Not a word.
Mystifying.
You'll only stay there until the exchange.
Then you'll be on your way.
I'm sure of it.
Please fill this out.
You will return them when we arrive at Bohusovice.
Please fill this out.
Some sort of customs declaration?
Yes. For Thereseinstadt authorities.
And please make sure you specify the accommodations you desire.
Please fill this out.
Weren't you able to arrange your apartment in advance, my dear?
No, but we were assured accommodations
would be more than adequate.
And you?
Oh, we booked ours ages ago.
Guaranteed.
Four rooms facing south and two bathrooms.
Guaranteed?
Yes. Guaranteed.
Aaron, you will ride, won't you?
l shall walk.
The Paradise Ghetto, l take it.
Attention! Attention!
Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Jews,
in the name of the council of elders we welcome you to Theresienstadt.
Am the itester Dr. Eppstein.
This is my Deputy Dr. Murmelstein.
You will acclimate yourselves, and you will like it here.
Only Jews live in Theresienstadt, and we govern ourselves.
All the jobs are done by Jews -
the manning of our police, public health,
and fire departments, and even our own bank.
Everyone who can work has the duty to work
and will be drafted according to their vocational skills.
We are well aware that life in Theresienstadt
may require certain adjustments.
l want to reassure you that we, of the council of elders,
will do what we can to make these adjustments easier.
However, for the continued well-being of the community,
there are certain rules that must be followed.
it is important for everyone to understand
that these rules will be rigorously enforced.
By welcoming you warmly,
we admit you to the municipality of Theresienstadt.
And now, please go to the registration tables.
Achtung, Juden! Achtung!
When you reach the tables, you will surrender all valuables -
currency, cigarettes, cosmetics, jewels.
Anybody caught trying to hold back any forbidden object will be arrested
and severely punished.
After you have been allocated your billets and given your mess tickets,
you will move immediately to the examining rooms.
You will disrobe.
You will be searched.
You will be examined by doctors of the Reich for your fitness to work.
When finished, you all will be deloused.
Cooperate.
Make no protest.
Remain silent.
Move to the tables.
Oh, dear. l hadn't counted on this.
W-what is this?
What about our apartment?
l paid a fortune.
l have an official economic ministry receipt.
We have an apartment.
Your apartment...
with a view of the lake?
Take your papers into the examining room.
We have an apartment.
Not my coat, please.
Your papers, please.
Name?
Dr. Aaron Jastrow.
My niece Mrs. Natalie Henry and her son Louis.
Americans?
Yes.
Under Swiss protection.
Part of the Baden-Baden internee exchange.
We're housed temporarily in Theresienstadt
by order of Herr Abetz in Paris.
You will turn over your valuables.
Now.
lf you'd allow me -
Valuables! On the table!
One moment, please.
Dr. Jastrow?
Yes.
The Reich security advised us of your coming.
These are important prominentes.
Special status.
Take them to these quarters.
Zu Befehl, Herr Haupsturmfuhrer.
Thank you.
That's all.
Enjoy your stay in Theresienstadt.
Please. lf you will, come with me.
Achtung!
Some of our other prominentes.
Your work assignments
will be given to you by the labor section.
The boy will be taken to the children's home.
No.
For his own health. Regulations.
You will have daily visiting privileges.
Oh, my God.