All language subtitles for Ep 7 Into the Maelstrom

Leslie, anything new
on that trip to the front?

Your request has gone
all the way to Stalin, I hear.

We're still waiting.

How'd you make out
on those charts?

I got nowhere, sir. As for operating
codes and signals, forget it.

Great! They called me
out of retirement for this.

They told me with a straight
face they had no such things.

They communicate in Morse
and flashing light in plain language.

- The YMCA boys.
- What?

That's a lot of tripe, Pug.

Did you give them our stuff?

I showed them the general code
and a few strip ciphers.

Admiral Gorshev, the fat one,

tried to stuff them in his briefcase,
but I won the wrestling match.

Did you really? You know,
you could get hung for that, Pug.

You should've turned over
our secret Navy codes

and toasted eternal brotherhood
in vodka.

We are getting quid pro quo
for all we're giving the Russians.

They are killing Germans.

They're killing Germans,
to not be killed by Germans.

That's the reason
they're killing Germans.

Admiral Standley.

You don't eat, you don't drink.

Don't you like our Russian
humble hospitality?

I have my limits, Admiral Gorshev.

I'm a very sick man.
I have not long to live.

I might as well enjoy myself.

Hell, you look better than I do.
You're fine.

- Let me ask you something.
- Yeah?

Why the mighty American Navy

not even convoy Lend-Lease
good to England?

Are you afraid of little
tin-plated U-boats?

Admiral Standley...

...in this world,
you have to fight... to live!

Well, let me tell you
something, Gorshev.

Unless your people loosen up with
harbor data and operation signals,

hell will freeze over
before we convoy to Murmansk.

Air raid.

The Germans would do well
to score a bomb hit here.

If I'm gonna reply to that, Slote,

you're going to have an international
incident on your hands.

Would you like me to try it, sir?
In my lousy Russian?

- It's all yours.
- Go easy.

The other Russians didn't like what
he said. Just a drop too much vodka.

...euphemism for Stalin's
deal with Hitler.

What's the protocol in this case?

I don't know, but don't drink
until he's ready.

Right.

He's a shocking character.

Speak of the devil.

By God, that wind's got a bite in it!

You don't suppose Jerry's beginning
to feel it in his bones, do you, Victor?

Well, I'm going, by God!

Oh? You're going where?

Why, to the front with you, of course.

That clearance of yours, or whatever
it is, must be the secret password.

Well, actually, Pam's
the only snag just now.

Pamela, you're not going.

Yes, I am.

So don't say a word.
If you're going, I'm going too.

I do need the girl, Victor. In fact,
I'm utterly helpless without her.

It doesn't make any difference.
The Russians will never allow it.

Actually, Victor,

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

I said that you two were old
and dear friends.

Why, you unscrupulous old horror.

Tudsbury here.

Yes, colonel.

Yes. Of course.

And thank you.

Pack your winter drawers, Pamela.

We leave for the front in the morning.

I see Moscow is getting ready, colonel.

Moscow is ready, Mr. Tudsbury.

Of course, one can always
get still more ready.

Yes. Yes.

Why didn't we just drive
straight ahead?

We are going a bit out of the way
to show you something interesting.

These German tanks were probing
and got caught.

Their comrades left
and didn't stop to bury them,

being in a slight hurry.

The chief of staff in this sector,
General Yevlenko,

thought this might interest
your President Roosevelt.

Tonight, at regimental headquarters,
we dine with the general.

Yes, captain, in my sector
we are outnumbered.

We have fewer tanks
and fewer guns than the Nazis.

But still we might yet surprise Fritz.

Will they take Moscow, general?

Excuse me.

Not through my sector.

And, if they do take it...
Well,

we will drive them out of Moscow.

Then out of Russia.

Is that your belief, general?
Or talk for the troops?

Russian troops need no such talk.

They are fighting for their lives,
homeland.

But I am told you are...

...an observer, captain.

Those dead Fritzes you saw today,
lying in the snow.

Did you observe their uniforms?

- What about them?
- "What about them"?

Summer. Summer uniforms!

Where were their greatcoats
and winter boots?

They planned a short
summer war, didn't they?

And now...
Now is...

...October and the snow is falling.

We are going to beat them, captain.

But enough of war talk.

Tonight...

...we toast beauty!

You not like delicate English woman.
You like Russian girls!

There'll be love and laughter

And peace ever after

Tomorrow

When the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep

The valley will bloom again

And Jimmy will go to sleep

In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow

Just you wait and see

The shepherd will tend his sheep

The valley will bloom again

And Jimmy will go to sleep

In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow

Just you wait and see

Dear God, it is a long way
to Tipperary, isn't it?

Not nearly so far as Washington, DC.

This afternoon when we were looking
at those destroyed German tanks,

I suddenly had this vision
of the war coming to an end.

It seems such a strange idea.

The Germans beaten, Hitler dead.

The lights going on again in London.

It's a pipe dream.
The Germans are winning.

They're very close to Moscow.

Trust you to shatter my illusions.

Victor, do you know what I felt when
you said the Germans were winning?

I felt almost...

...relieved.

Relieved! What kind of
mad reaction is that?

It's not so mad. The war is something
different when it's on.

You know, the expensive fireworks,
the travel to strange places.

- The interesting company.
- The interesting company.

Where are we going tomorrow?

I'm off to the front. You and Talky are
staying in a village a few miles back.

- How long will you be gone?
- Just a few hours.

It's the flight over Berlin
all over again, isn't it?

It is not. I'll be on the ground,
in friendly territory, all the way.

Now, that's quite a difference.

I want to kiss you goodbye.
Tomorrow morning I won't be able to.

I love you.

No, don't. Don't say anything.

I just wanted you to hear me say it.

You've never heard me say it before,
but it's been true for such a long time.

I think we'd better go back inside.

The Germans have been shelling us,
trying to draw our fire.

But we wait.

You will see, captain,
just how little these Fritzes know.

- I hope you saw what you wanted.
- I saw a lot.

It is not easy to understand
the front just by looking at it.

I understand you need a second front.

Then you understand the main thing.

Hello there! Back already?

- Where's Pamela?
- In the church.

There's an artillery spotter
in the tower.

Said to be a great view, but I
couldn't climb up the damned belfry.

I understand, colonel, there's

a downed Junkers 88
in a field nearby.

- Could you show it to me?
- Certainly.

Care to come along?

No, I've seen a lot of Junkers.
I'll join Pamela.

Right. Lead on, colonel.

Victor!

- How was the front?
- Quiet.

- What is it?
- Just a minute.

Go look.

- Tanks.
- Germans.

- That's the direction we came from.
- Gondin said there was trouble.

They broke across the river
and hooked around the woods.

Don't worry, it's not a large unit.

Good.

Airplanes!

What's happening?

Russian armory. I think
they've surprised the Germans.

The Russians are winning
out there, Pam.

Oh, my God!

Hello there!

There's a monstrous tank battle
going on just outside the town.

They say there's
more than a hundred tanks.

I say, Pam, you're all right, aren't you?

I'm just splendid, Talky, thank you.

Well, you're all right.
I'm glad.

Now we go straight back
to Moscow.

Impossible! I want to have a look
when the fight's over

to interview the tank crews.

There is a very big
breakthrough in the north.

Moscow is in danger.
All foreign missions

will be evacuated to the Caucasus.
We must skedaddle.

Who's there?

Egads, Captain Henry.
I'd given you up for lost.

We're all fine.

Have they stowed all the typewriters?
I have to write a report.

A report?
Are you insane?

Get on the next train to Kuibyshev.
Tonight!

- The Tudsburys too.
- We've been to the Foreign Office.

They'll take responsibility
for neutral stragglers.

We have to check back
in the morning.

Well, then, that's that.

There's a typewriter, I think,
in Yeaton's office.

I don't know about a table or chair,
a mad gang of workmen

- covered and stacked the furniture.
- Why are you still here?

I'm keeping things going
with a skeleton staff

until our mission is set up
in Kuibyshev.

I'm the head skeleton.

How come you get stuck with this
duty? It's a bit thick after Warsaw.

Well, I'm familiar with the drill,
so I volunteered.

A huge pouch came in from
Stockholm the day you left.

There was stuff in it from Rome.

Would you care to see Natalie
and your new grandson?

He's quite handsome, don't you think?

Would you care to keep that?

- Certainly not. She sent it to you.
- I'd only lose it.

Besides, I have better pictures
of Natalie.

You sure?

OK, thanks.

Did she say anything
about going home?

They're on the Pan Am Clipper
from Lisbon.

They leave next month.

That's a relief.

There was something else in here.

Looks like Navy business.

Anything good?

New orders.
Command of the California.

Oh?
What's that?

That's a battleship, Leslie.

You don't say.

I'd think you'd find that confining
after what you've been doing.

Not many Naval officers
talk to Stalin face to face.

I'm not entirely unhappy
with these orders, Leslie.

Oh.

Then I suppose congratulations
are in order?

Forgot to ask...

Run into any trouble
at the front?

We heard some firing,
saw some Germans.

I'd better get at that report.

Dear Mr. President:

Command of the California fulfills
my life's ambitions.

I could only try to serve in a way
that will Justify this trust.

At Mr. Hopkins' request I have toured
the front outside Moscow.

I am writing him a long,
detailed report,

but my bottom Judgment is
that the Russians will hold

and in time will drive them out.

The cost will be terrible and
meanwhile they need and deserve

all the help we can send them.

But they are killing large numbers
of Germans.

- I saw many of the dead ones...
- Captain?

We have a visitor you might
wanna meet.

A distant relation of yours.

He's been here to see me before.

This is good surprise!

The father of Byron here in Moscow!

I'm here on government business.
What are you doing as a soldier?

When I go away from Minsk, I tell
the Russians I am soldier, yes.

So much confusion, they put
me in construction battalion.

The question is, Mr. Jastrow,
what are you doing back in Moscow?

I hear all foreigners, they leave,

so I come to ask what happened
to documents I give you?

I'm sorry to say, but our intelligence
people questioned their authenticity.

But no, Mr. Slote.
I show you photographs, no?

- Yes.
- I can bring ten people tomorrow

will tell you such stories

of children, of mothers of children,
of old people...

The Germans, they put them
on big automobiles

they transport to woods

then... big hole in the ground

and they kill them with machine guns.

Not only Minsk!

- This is everywhere!
- I am one man.

Almost alone now.

I am responsible
for US affairs in Moscow.

But President Roosevelt,
he must know

about this crazy killing
of innocent people.

President Roosevelt is the...

He is the only man
in the world who can stop it!

So please!

Please, Captain Henry...

...who can tell President Roosevelt
all these facts?

Who?

No?

What happens to Natalie, my niece?

This picture was taken
a few weeks ago.

They should be on their way
home soon.

This is small Byron.

May God keep him from trouble.

I leave my family in woods.

I come between German lines so
America will know what is happening.

My document is true!

I must go now.

I pray to God somebody will have heart
to tell President Roosevelt.

Our intelligence people
had a look at his stuff.

They decided
he was an NKVD plant.

I tried to tell them otherwise, but...

They're convinced he faked
the atrocity reports

for American consumption,
to stoke up a war fever.

You saw his evidence?

And what did you think of it?

I was inclined to believe him.

So, what did you do about it?

Uncharacteristically,
I took quite a chance.

I showed it to a New York Times
man here.

It ended up as a small
back-page article.

There have been so many
German war atrocities, you know.

It did earn me a stiff
official reprimand.

What does he expect me to do?
Go over the head of the ambassador?

The head of the State Department?

Write direct to the president?
It's insane!

It could mean the end of your career.

Exactly.

What would you do?

I'm not sure.

I now take the liberty to add,
Mr. President,

that the embassy has received
documentary evidence

of an almost incredible
mass slaying of Jews

by German paramilitary units
outside the city of Minsk.

With full awareness that you might
consider this communication

the worst kind of effrontery,

I venture to suggest that you ask
to see this material about Minsk

yourself.

Yeah?

Thank God you're here, old friend.

I'm sorry to crash in on you like this.

I say, you're all right,
aren't you?

Yes, I'm just great.

I've been up all night typing a report.

What's up, Tudsbury?

This is gonna be difficult, Victor.

But here it is straight.

Are you and Pamela lovers?

- What?
- Well, you know,

sleeping together.
That sort of rot.

Of course not!

Funny enough,
I didn't think you were.

That makes it all the more baffling.

When we returned last night, there
was a letter from her Gallard fellow.

It seems he's escaped and is safe
and well, waiting for her in England.

That's good news, Tudsbury.
What's the problem?

The problem is, old chap,
she's just told me flatly

that she's not going back to London
unless you're going there.

Now, this is wild nonsense.

She's turned to stone.
There's no reasoning with her.

And the worst thing is, some RAF
fellows are being flown out at noon

and we've got the last two seats.

- Where is she?
- She's gone for a walk in Red Square.

Won't even pack, you see.

I don't want to come the heavy
father on you,

but what about common sense?

You don't want her training around
after you, a happily married man.

- Of course not.
- I'm sure you wouldn't.

Look, you go back to your suite.
I'll see if I can find her.

Good.

But do hurry, there's a good chap.

That plane leaves at noon.

Damn. The governor went
and told you.

That's right.

There's something
I've got to say to you.

Let's go over there.

What are your plans?
Going to Kuibyshev or London?

That's all been changed.
I'm going to command a battleship.

- The California.
- Command a battleship?

- Not bad, huh?
- Oh, my God, that's smashing!

How happy your wife will be.

- Where's the California based?
- Pearl Harbor.

- Oahu. It's in the Hawaiian Islands.
- Hawaii.

I'll find a way to get myself
to Hawaii.

There must be a consulate
or military liaison of some sort there.

- There has to be.
- Pamela, you're engaged.

I won't marry Ted.

It was a beastly decision,
but I've made it. I won't marry him.

My wife will probably come to Pearl.

I should think she would.

Now, what did you have
in mind exactly?

Well, I thought that you and I
could deceive her discreetly

until you're tired of me,
and then I'd go home.

I don't understand
that sort of arrangement.

No. I didn't think you would.

I know it must seem shocking
and immoral to you,

but I don't see what else I can do.

I love you and I'm happy with you.
I don't want to be separated from you.

You must agree to my proposition.

It's not such a bad one, really.

Pamela, I know this sort of chance
won't roll around again in my life,

- but I simply...
- It won't!

It won't!

People to whom it happens
even once are lucky.

So you can't marry me.
We must accept that...

Wait a minute, I didn't say
I couldn't marry you.

If I love you enough to have an affair
behind my wife's back,

then I love you enough to ask her
for a divorce.

To me the injury is the same.

Now, you listen to me, Victor.

Unless you forbid me
right here and now,

I shall get myself to Hawaii, and
sooner than you'd believe possible.

What a nuisance I must be to you,

draping myself around your neck
at this point.

Do you love me?

I love you.

You're sure, are you?

Say it again, just once more.

I love you.

What move shall I make today?

You go quietly back to London.

- London! But I thought...
- There's no alternative.

I'll write to you or cable you.

When?

As soon as I know.

Very well. I'll wait.

Oh, God, how I love you.

I think he's in Moscow.

How does he draw
these assignments, Rhoda?

I mean, Moscow.
It's the end of the earth.

I haven't the faintest idea, Tammy.

But of course, President Roosevelt
does rely on him so.

I have to suppose there must be
a good reason.

That's the Navy for you.

No consideration for
the wives and moms.

- Could we dance?
- I'd love to.

I've got to get out of here.

- Would you excuse us?
- Oh, go ahead, dear, I'm fine.

- Hello, Rhoda.
- Palmer.

I told you Washington
was a small town.

May I have this dance?

I'm sorry, Rhoda.
I won't bother you again.

Don't be silly, Palmer.

I'd love to dance with you.

... back to punt on his own
28-yard line.

Ralph Hill and Hank Mazur,
the safeties for Army

on their own 40-yard line.

The snap, and Werner gets off
a high booming punt,

driving Mazur back to the 35. Mazur
makes the catch, wheels left and...

Wait, it's a lateral reverse!

Mazur is lateral to Hill on the 32,

Hill is racing for the far sidelines.

Hill breaks a tackle, now another!

He's got only Werner
between him and pay dirt.

He's brought down
on the 26-yard line!

- Hey, Pug.
- Hello, Red.

They told me you were here.
Come sit with us, we got a table.

Maybe at halftime.

It's like old times
sitting on the grass.

You're dead right. I'll join you.

Mazur smashing
into the Navy line.

He goes long left to the 15, to the ten,

all the way down
inside the one-yard line!

Everyone in this stadium
is on their feet

as Army comes up out of the huddle.

Sets! The signals!

The ball goes back to Watkins.

Watkins smashes into
the center of the line!

Touchdown! It's touchdown Army!

And underdog Army leads Navy 6-0.

We're gonna lose this one,
old buddy.

They've got a great backfield.

- We could use old Pug Henry in there.
- Yeah.

Fifteen-yard penalty for illegal use
of the wheelchair.

Hey, you're the original Simon Legree,
aren't you, Red?

- How's that?
- Sending the Devilfish out on exercise

in the middle of
the Army/Navy game?

What's wrong?
Expecting a war or something?

They're due back at 1200. Be tied up
alongside for two weeks.

They told me you flew here
via Tokyo.

- That's right.
- What's the straight scoop, Pug?

Are those Japs really gonna
start something?

Back in July, when Roosevelt
turned off their oil,

we had all these scary alerts,
but nothing happened.

I don't know, Red.
They're a strange people.

As far as I can make out, the odds
don't matter when it comes to fighting.

All I know is, if they do go,
we're in trouble.

The state of readiness
in the Philippines is appalling.

He's back to the ten,
to the 15, the 20!

And he's blocked on the
32-yard line by...

When was the last time
you heard from Byron?

Why?

Well, I hate to have to tell you this.
That kid of yours has got brass.

The other day he walked
into my office

and asked to transfer
to the Atlantic Fleet.

His skipper turned him down.
Byron was going over his head.

I told him, Pug.
I said this word for word:

If he weren't your son, I'd have kicked
him out of my office.

His wife and baby are in Italy,
and he's worried.

We're all separated from
our kinfolk nowadays, Pug.

Listen, I'm trying to comb out
submarine officers

from tenders and destroyers.

Listen, Pug, I'd do anything
for a son of yours...

Don't put it that way.

Byron's just another officer.
If you can't do it, you can't do it.

I'm glad you said that.

The ten! And he's over!
For a touchdown!

Red...

...his family problems
are really serious.

If it's at all possible, transfer him.

At this moment, in the nation's capital,

Japanese envoys are meeting
with American diplomats.

At issue is Japan's demand

that the US resume shipments
of oil and scrap iron,

and recognize Japan's right
to rule East Asia.

And I'll do all I can
to make it a successful one

for the sake of two countries,
Japan and the United States.

But the talks are stalemated.

America is insisting Japan
call off the war in China

and withdraw from
the Asian mainland.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Japanese
Fleet is underway.

Only a very few flag officers
know where it is going...

... and why.

And as the Japanese
task force steams east,

a much smaller American task force
sorties from Pearl Harbor,

steaming west.

Admiral William Halsey
on the USS Enterprise

is ferrying 12 Marine fighter
planes to Wake Island,

which presently has
no air defense at all.

Pilots to Scouting 6 Ready Room!

- What's up?
- The old man wants a word with you!

- The captain?
- No, Halsey!

Attention on deck!

Carry on.

You fellows all heard this yesterday.

The admiral has asked me
to read it to you again.

Battle order number one.

The Enterprise is now operating
under war conditions.

At any time, day or night,
we must be ready for action.

Steady nerves and stout hearts
are needed now.

Signed by me. Approved by
Vice Admiral William F. Halsey,

commander aircraft, battle force.
Dated 30 November 1941.

I have reliable information
that someone said

this piece of paper gives
every one of you carte blanche

to plunge the United States
of America into the World War.

Now, would the brave soul
who said that care to step forward?

Sir.

What's your name?

Lieutenant Warren Henry, sir.

You think this order permits you to
plunge this country into war, do you?

Sir, I added I was all for it.

Well, you're all for it, eh? Why?

What are you?
Some bloodthirsty killer type?

Admiral, I think we're
in this war already.

We're fighting it with both hands
tied behind us.

Gentlemen, this force was stripped
for action weeks ago.

There is nothing loose,
disposable or inflammable

left aboard the Enterprise
that I know of.

Except the wardroom piano.

I made that exception myself.

Now,

there will be no friendly vessels
in our path.

They've all been warned away.

So any ships that we encounter
will belong to the enemy.

And if we don't shoot first,

we may not get a chance to shoot.

Therefore,

this force will shoot first
and argue afterward.

The responsibility is mine.

Questions?

Good day, then.

And good hunting.

Attention on deck!

I'll give him one thing.
He's a tough old bird, huh?

Or a trigger-happy nut,
depending on events.

You know, Dad, that was really great
news about the California.

I could hardly believe
when Mom told me.

What's the latest on Natalie?

She's flying to Lisbon on the 15th.

I've got a picture of the boy.

They look like my baby pictures.
You ought to see him.

I'm looking forward to it.

Damn, it's rotten being so far apart.

Hey there, Dad,
there's Harrison Avenue.

What do you say we take a look
at the old house?

Yeah, why not.

- Is that it?
- That's it.

How long has this place
been deserted?

I don't know, it looks like a long time.

It looks like it shrunk.
Remember it being so much bigger.

Look, that's where Warren
threw that can of red paint at me.

It's still got the stain.

Wonder what the back looks like now.

Hey. Look up there, Dad.

Remember we sat on the porch
and you tutored me?

- You remember that, huh?
- Yeah.

I shouldn't think that
a pleasant memory.

Why not? Missed all that school.

Somebody had to
when I had the accident.

Yeah, but I was such a lousy tutor.

Maybe your mother
should have taken it on.

But she was always busy
with one thing or another.

For all the times I lost my temper,
Byron, I apologize.

- I didn't mind.
- You cried sometimes.

You didn't cry when the truck hit you.
Pain never made you cry.

Sometimes you put on that angry
voice, it scared the hell out of me.

It's all right. I liked studying with you.

I understood you.

Well, now that we've seen the house,
how about some lunch?

Maybe a quick game of tennis.
The plane doesn't leave till 6.

You know, outside of those three days
in Lisbon with Natalie,

I was happier here
than I've ever been in my life.

I really loved this old house.

Yeah. That's the trouble
with a service career.

You never strike roots.
You raise a family of tumbleweeds.

Come on, let's go.

Well, you sure ran the old guy around.

Well, I gotta hand it to the old guy.
He's still in pretty good shape.

Just trying to keep the old wreck afloat.

Incidentally...

...didn't you say that Natalie is flying
to Lisbon on the 15th?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, now the 15th's almost here,
isn't it? About that transfer request,

couldn't you table it
now that they're coming home?

Table it? It's tabled.
I've been turned down.

- What more do you want?
- I mean in your own mind, Briny.

I'm assuming she's gonna get home
with the baby.

Otherwise I'd desert
and go fetch her out.

And I still want to be transferred.

I want to see them
and be near them.

I've never even seen my own son.

There's another side to it.

Your squadron is in desperate need
of watch officers.

- They're on a war alert.
- Dad, what do you want?

I haven't asked you to go use
your influence on Tully, have I?

I'm sure glad you haven't.

Tully stretched a point getting you
into that May class. That was different.

Oh, yeah.

I'm eternally grateful to both of you.
That's why my son was born in Italy.

That's why I'm separated from my wife
from the whole wide world.

Maybe we'd better just drop it.

Yeah, good idea, Dad.

Well...

I guess this is it, then.

You'll be seeing Janice and Warren
in a couple of days.

Give them my love.

- Tumbleweeds blowing apart, huh?
- That's right.

Tumbleweeds blowing apart.

I pray for Natalie and your son, Byron.

I know you do, Dad.

Thanks.

Natalie.

- Herb, how are you?
- Just fine.

I'm sorry. Do you know Phil Briggs
with The New York Times?

This is Herb Rose, who runs
a Paramount office here.

Hi.

I spotted you speaking Japanese
over there. It's very impressive.

I had a studio office in Tokyo
for a couple of years.

I had no choice but to pick up
the lingo. I was gonna call you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

- We'll be right back. Excuse us, Phil.
- Sure.

What is going on?

Now, listen carefully.
I have to talk fast.

War with the Japs may be
a matter of days, maybe hours.

- How do you know?
- I'm in a position

to do these guys a favor
from time to time.

I want you and your uncle to go to
the Coliseum tomorrow morning at 9.

- What for?
- You'll be offered a chance

- to get out of Italy right away.
- How?

Via Palestine.

Palestine!

That's a more dangerous place
than Italy.

- Not according to Herb Rose.
- It's a hellhole.

A desert full of flies,
Arabs and diseases.

Come on, Aaron.

Anyway, Herbert is leaving illegally,
isn't he? And that's risky.

In a touch-and-go situation
like this

the first principle is not to give
the authorities

an excuse to act against you.

Obey orders.

Keep you papers straight,
your head down,

your spirits up
and your money in cash.

That is our ancient race wisdom.

And above all, stay within the law.

You sure Herbert said the Coliseum?

Yes, Aaron, I'm sure.
Let's just wait here.

Dr. Aaron Jastrow?

Would you be good enough to
autograph my copy of your

A Jewish Jesus?

Please, that picture gives me
the horrors.

I've disintegrated
beyond recognition.

Obviously not, since
I recognized you by it.

I'm Avram Rabinowitz. Mrs. Henry,
how do you do? I am glad you've come.

I asked Mr. Rose what other
American Jews were left in Rome.

And I was amazed to learn the great
writer Aaron Jastrow was here,

with his beautiful niece.

We better walk around.

We are sailing from Naples on the
flood tide tomorrow. Are you coming?

- You're a ship's captain?
- Not exactly.

I have chartered a vessel.
This won't be an easy voyage.

The ship is an old one and it's small.

It's been transporting hides, fats,
horses and such things.

So the smell is interesting.
But it will take us there.

How long a voyage will it be?

I want to be frank about this.

Depending upon the current situation,
we may go to Turkey

then proceed over land
through the mountains into Galilee.

You're talking of an illegal entry.

If it can be illegal for a Jew
to go home, yes.

But we don't think so.

I have a 2-month old baby.
Can he make this trip?

Well, Mrs. Henry, haven't
you heard the stories

coming from Poland and Russia?

Maybe you should take some risks
to get your baby out of Europe.

You want to think it over, I'm sure.

Mr. Rose will telephone you
tonight at 6:00

and ask whether you want
the tickets for the opera.

Tell him yes or no,
and that will be that.

- We're very grateful to you.
- For what?

My job is moving Jews to Palestine.

Is your baby a girl or a boy?

He's a little boy,
but he's only half-Jewish.

Never mind, we'll take him.
We need boys.

I'm tired.
I want to go.

He's so warm.

Oh, my dear, I'm sure it's nothing
but a little touch of cold.

- Hello?
- Natalie? Herb Rose.

I was just wondering,
you want those opera tickets?

I don't know what to do.

The baby seems to be coming down
with something.

Herb, I think we'd better wait
for the later tickets.

You're making a mistake, Natalie.
I think this is the last performance.

You sure?

Positive.

OK. Good luck, kid.

December 7th, 1941.
5:32 AM.

The Japanese fleet lies
some 230 nautical miles north

of the island of Oahu.

Five days earlier, with the Washington
negotiations still deadlocked,

the Japanese Imperial Council
arrived at a decision:

Unless the fleet is sighted by the
enemy anytime before December 6,

it will be irrevocably
committed to strike.

Now, as dawn breaks
on this Sunday morning,

the fleet remains undetected.

And as the heavy carriers swing
their bows into the wind,

they are less than two hours'
striking distance

from the bulk of the US fleet
anchored at...

... Pearl Harbor.

Anna May, I have to run down
to Yoguchi's. We're out of eggs.

Yes, ma'am. Is Mr. Warren
coming home today?

Yeah. The Enterprise
is due in this morning

and he's gonna want
some breakfast.

Good morning, Mr. Yoguchi.
A dozen eggs.

- Can you pick out a nice pineapple?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Is this one OK?
- Good.

It's good one.

Many plane. Big, big drill.

Look!

My money! You no pay!

My money! My money!
My money!

They must all be asleep
or out of their minds!

You sure about the war, Mrs. Henry?
I think maybe you just saw a drill.

Oh, for heaven's sake, a drill?
How stupid do you think I am?

I saw a hundred Jap planes.
Maybe more!

Sailors are burning up
and drowning out there!

Warren, my God!

What happened?
Baby, what happened?

We were flying patrol
ahead of the Enterprise.

We never even saw the bastards till
six of them jumped us out of the sun.

Shot me down, Janny.

Killed my radioman.

Dearest Pamela, here's one more
pass at writing that famous letter.

I've already torn up two false starts.

In Tokyo, I actually went to the cable
office and wrote out the message:

"Come."

Yet I didn't send it.

Captain? Can you come up here
a minute?

Why are we going back, Ed?

- Think it's for real?
- I wouldn't be surprised.

I honestly never thought they'd go.
Attacking Pearl, they'll get creamed.

I hope so. What are your plans?

Going back to Wake Island.
I raised the control tower there.

All quiet so far.

How and when do we get
to Pearl, Ed?

God knows, captain.

I still say you should go
to the hospital.

The hospital's gonna be jammed.
I'll get cleaned up here.

I'm gonna go to Ford Island,
see what's there, maybe get a plane.

Hold still, honey.

I wish you saw their faces

when I came climbing out of that tree
dragging my parachute behind me.

What a madhouse!

I saw this beautiful Chinese gal

go galloping across
Dillingham Boulevard

in nothing but a bra
and pink panties.

You would notice something like that,
even if they shot your arm clean off.

Oh, stop.

Sailor, whose boat is this?

Sir, this is Captain Bradburn's gig, sir.

Lieutenant Henry of the Enterprise,
a dive-bomber pilot.

- Yes, sir?
- The Japs shot me down.

I've gotta find another plane
to get back in this fight.

So how's about you taking me over
to Ford Island?

All right, sir.

Be careful, baby.
And come back to me.

Roger. I'll see you there.

Yesterday, December 7th, 1941,

a date which will live in infamy,

the United States of America was
suddenly and deliberately attacked

by naval and air forces
of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace
with that nation.

And at the solicitation of Japan,

was still in conversation

with its government
and its emperor,

looking toward the maintenance
of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour

after the Japanese squadron
commenced bombing in Oahu

the Japanese ambassador to
the United States and his colleague

delivered to the secretary of state

a formal reply

to a recent message
from America.

With confidence
in our armed forces,

with the unbounding
determination of our people,

we will gain the inevitable triumph,

so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare

that since the unprovoked
and dastardly attack by Japan

on Sunday, December 7th, 1941,

a state of war has existed

between the United States
and the Japanese Empire.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in this short period of time...

This floor is wild!

This short period of time,
the Presidential address is over,

a total of not more
than 500 words at the most.

Mr. Roosevelt is leaving
the rostrum now

on the arm of
Captain James Roosevelt.

We should have gone to Palestine.

Oh, don't be hasty, Natalie.
He's declared war only on Japan.

But Japan is part of the Axis.

Hello?

Yes.

It's the American Embassy.
The ambassador wants to talk to you.

Mr. Ambassador?

Yeah, I see.

Do you really think
you can manage that?

Well, we would be
desperately grateful, sir.

So we'll just sit tight
until we hear from you.

Thank you.

Well?

The Italians have suspended
all exit visas for Americans.

- Oh, God.
- We may still be all right.

The ambassador has connections
in the immigration office.

He's sure they'll waive the suspension
in our case

- so we can still leave on the 15th.
- Marvelous.

Provided the United States doesn't
go to war with Germany and Italy.

Otherwise...

- Look alive!
- What are you doing?

- Come on.
- Move it!

- Take it over! Take it on over.
- Slow it down.

Slow it down!

- Hey, hey, hold it! Where you going?
- Hey, hold on, you guys!

It's probably just another
false alarm. What do you think?

We only have three fish.
The orders call for six.

- Can you work that crane?
- I can try.

Here they come, boys!

- Hit the deck!
- Yes, sir.

Let's get out of here, sir.

- What are we gonna do?
- Oh, my God!

Listen up. Listen up.

These fires are gonna spread.
When they do, these fish will go up.

Yeah, we lose these torpedoes,
we might as well scrap the squadron.

Hansen, go get us some help.

You guys, let's load torpedoes.
Let's go. Let's move it!

Move it. Come on!

Ahoy on the Devilfish!

Stand by and get your ladder,
I'm coming aboard.

Welcome aboard.

Here's the situation. We took it
real bad back at the anchorage.

Sea Lion looks like she's a goner.
Sea Dragon still might be saved.

I want you to go back there
and see if you can help out.

Ahoy, Devilfish! Request permission
to come alongside.

Midshipman, on the double!

- Who the hell is this now?
- Pierce. He was on a work party.

Captain, Mr. Henry sent me
to tell you his party's all right, sir.

They're taking the torpedoes
out of the shop.

- You mean that thing is still standing?
- Yes, sir.

The fire blew in another direction.
Mr. Henry got some trucks.

We've been taking torpedoes out
right and left.

- Pierce, stand by, I'm coming aboard.
- Yes, sir!

Take that boat back to Cavite!

Almighty God, they leveled it.

All right, let's get the hell out of here.

- Come on, Pierce, shove off!
- Yes, sir.

Holy cow!

Boy, howdy! Hot damn!

Well, can you beat that?

Boy, I thought you guys was gone!

- Hello, Byron.
- Attention on deck!

Afternoon, sir.

Carry on, men.

Well, how many did you save?

Twenty-six. We had to leave.
The fire was closing in.

Well done. That's quick thinking.

- Well, it was Hansen's idea, sir.
- Who's Hansen?

Hansen!

- What's your rate?
- Torpedo man, first class, sir.

That's where you're wrong, sailor.
You're chief torpedo man now.

Thank you, sir.

As you were.

I want a full report on this. The names
and rates of all your working party.

Oh, one more thing.

You still interested in that transfer
to Sub Force Atlantic?

- Yes, sir, I am.
- All right.

Submit another request.

I think I can assure you
it'll get favorable consideration.

Thank you, sir.

Haul this gear to Mariveles
and report to the Devilfish.

Captain Hoban's
got his hands full over there.

- Aye, aye.
- Very good.

All right, Pierce.
Get me out of here, son.

Captain, we're coming in
to Hawaii now.

Skipper wants to know
if you'd like to sit beside him.

Yeah.

We'll be seeing the fleet
in a few minutes, captain.

Oh, my God, there it is.

I can't pick out the California, captain.

Maybe she sortied.

Captain Victor Henry
to see Admiral Kimmel.

Sir, you really don't expect to see
Admiral Kimmel today, do you?

I just arrived to assume command
of the California.

Excuse me.

A Captain Victor Henry
to see the admiral.

You may have to wait all day
or a week.

- You know what the situation is.
- I have the general picture.

Would you care to sit down?

Yes, ma'am.

Certainly.

The admiral will see you
right away, sir.

That's the second door down
to the right.

Thank you.

Sir, about the California...

Oh, that's right.

You were supposed to relieve
Chip Wallerstone on the California.

How did she come out of it?

- You haven't heard?
- No, sir. I came straight here.

Well, she took two torpedoes to port...

...several bomb hits and near misses.

One bomb penetrated below decks
causing a big fire.

She's down at the bow, sinking.

Preliminary estimates...

...a year and a half out of action.
Possibly two.

That's all top-secret, of course.

Chin up, Pug.
You'll get another command.

Yes, sir.

The only thing is, admiral, there
aren't that many battleships available.

Not anymore.

Now, see here, Pug...

Washington was crying wolf
about the Japs for a year

while the paper-pushers
were giving our hardware

to the Russians and the British.

We didn't even have the wherewithal
for proper patrols.

God knows I didn't want to rely
on the Army, but what could I do?

Oh, well.

The milk is spilt,
the horse is stolen,

and I think it's pretty clear
that President Roosevelt

was too damned interested
in the wrong enemy...

...the wrong ocean...

...the wrong war.

Well, sir, I can see
how busy you are.

Yes, well, I do have
a thing or two on my mind.

- Nice seeing you, Pug.
- Thank you, sir.

Dad! Where on earth
are you calling from?

- I'm in Pearl.
- You're here in Pearl Harbor?

- Just got in this morning.
- This is wonderful!

Warren got back too.
I'll put him on in a second.

But Dad, you've got to promise me

that you'll stay with us
the whole time you're here.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Here.

- Hey, Dad.
- How are you, son?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'll tell you
all about it when you get here.

You know about the California?

Yes.

I'm sorry about that. I really am.

Look, I'll tell you what.
When you get here,

I'll have the bar open and Janny
will be putting dinner on the table.

Sounds fine.
I'll see you in a little while.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye.

Long time since we see you
in the club, Mr. Henry.

Very long time, Salas.

Pamela, I'm finishing this letter
in Pearl Harbor.

In Manila, Byron and I visited
the old house we once lived in.

Memories overwhelmed me.

Rhoda, the kids.

Those were the sweetest
and best days of my life.

Is it really in the cards
for me to start over,

to have new babies learning to talk,
little boys playing on the grass,

a little girl twining her arms
around my neck?

Facts are sometimes hard
on dreams.

The facts are plain to me at last.

I'm a family man.

I'm a one-woman man.

And I've got to fight a war.

I said I love you, Pamela.

I do.

I guess I'll love you until I die.

Don't come.

Yours forever,

Pug.

He's a maniac after all.

Exceedingly clever,

persuasive and forceful,
but a maniac.

I confess, I never grasped it before.

I thought he play-acted.

- Now what?
- I'm afraid that was it.

He said he'd called in
the United States diplomats

and given them their papers.

All I can say is,
I couldn't be less surprised.

Mussolini still has to talk.

We'll know about him
in about an hour.

- What choice has he got?
- I believe I'll have a glass of sherry.

Would you like one?

I'd better keep my wits about me today,
what's left of them.

Well, don't despair, Natalie.
I still have one very good card to play.

Remember my friend Father Enrico
Spanelli, the Vatican librarian?

Well, he'll be coming around in a little
while to drive us to the Piazza Venezia.

He knows all the newspapermen,

so we're going to hear and see
Mussolini from the press section.

Aaron, I don't want to take the baby
into that fascist mob.

After all, my dear, it is visible history.

And since we are in a tight spot,

we might just as well
get the good of it...

...mightn't we?

Natalie, do you know I'm a Catholic?

- What? What do you mean?
- Then you don't know.

I thought perhaps you were being
tactful all these years.

But it's quite true.

Are you serious?
What am I supposed to say?

It's the family skeleton.
I converted when I was 23.

Of course, it never took.

I fear I'm not the right blood type
for that or any other religion.

But at the time, the act was sincere.

That's what it was. I wondered
why we could never talk about you.

Well, it's understandable.

But the important thing is,
I still have the documents.

Father Spanelli has copies.

So you see, we do have friends
in the Vatican.

And that could be a very useful
insurance if we need it.

My sympathies, General Guderian.

What a frightful place for tanks.

Did you manage to hear
the Fuehrer's speech?

Yeah. How could he do this?

Roosevelt declared war
only on Japan.

As we came in to land,

I saw a supply train
halted in the snow, half buried.

I know. It's the same
all the way along the front.

"Failure of supplies, insufficient
strength, unexpected bad weather."

Terrible!

Madness.

We have not even ordered
winter uniforms.

The Fuehrer thought it would be bad
for the troop's morale

to even hint that we could not win
in the summer.

Fuehrer.

Great fighting men,

but they are being pushed
beyond all endurance.

Then let us hope the Russians
are worse off than we are.

Out there.

Can you make out
the dark red mass to the right?

The Kremlin.

It might as well be the moon.

General Guderian.

- Yes, colonel.
- Berlin is on line at the command post

- for General von Roon.
- Thank you.

Roon, have you heard the news
out there?

Yes, general.

We couldn't be more surprised here.

We are devastated.

But at least Japan must come in now
against Russia.

That will take the pressure
off the Moscow front.

And we can look for an attack
on Vladivostok.

We cannot.

Japan has not declared war
against Russia.

The Fuehrer did not demand it
of them.

That is not possible.

- Beyond belief.
- Yes, but it has happened.

He just went ahead
and took on the United States.

But there is no plan, no strategy
for a war with the United States.

That is why you must return
at once to Berlin,

to draw up a wholly new
operational scheme.

All-out, two-front war with possible
major enemy landings in the West.

And...

...you will report to Halder.

Halder?

I am resigning my command.

I am very sick.

Forgive me, general.

I must return to Berlin at once.

Problems.

Meanwhile in Rome, with the die
already cast for him

by Hitler's declaration of war against
the United States,

Mussolini addresses
the Italian people.

I'm afraid that's it, my dear.

Well, here we are in enemy territory.

We have to return to the hotel.

The hotel? We've got to go
to the embassy!

My dear, I know it was
very stupid of me,

but I left my briefcase
with the manuscript at the hotel.

I never thought he'd do it.
The utter idiot!

I take you to the hotel immediately.

Wait a minute, stop!

Dear me. Police.

Germans too.

Never mind the manuscript.
Let's go to the embassy.

Of course, your manuscript,
it is very precious, professore.

But if worse comes to worse...

...I can always get it for you.

Embassy.

Why can't we just go to the front gate?

No, it will only be worse there.

But we should be able
to pass through that line...

...with no trouble. Let's try.

Don't try and crash that cordon.

Terry Young, a man from UP,
got into a jam doing that.

- Took him away in a police car.
- Should we go to the Vatican?

Would it be any use?

No, no, not now.
Don't think of it.

Nothing has been arranged.
In time I can work out something.

- But now it could be the worst thing.
- Natalie!

- Why are you here?
- Why are you?

Ship's generator broke down.
We came back for a new armature.

Hello, doctor. Now, listen,
we're all in big trouble.

I think the best thing for you to do
is come along with me.

- Come on.
- Good.

Sorry about the accommodations,
Natalie.

I know how tough it's been
on the baby.

He's been gagging on the stench
for hours.

I may never eat fish again.

We still have much further to go?

It should only be a few more minutes
to the docks.

You know, I keep thinking
about that diplomatic train.

I still think that ship of yours is
dangerous, but the diplomatic...

You can go back and get on the train
if you want, but I won't!

Soldiers.

- They're coming.
- Quick, under the tarp.

Natalie, you have to do something
with the baby.

OK, we are through now.

Natalie, how on earth have you
managed with the baby?

I gave him his dinner.

Great.

When do we sail? Immediately?

First we have to install that thing
and test it.

- What was the name of the boat?
- It's now called the Redeemer.

Turkish registry. Once you're aboard
you'll be secure.

The harbormaster and the
Turkish Consul

have an excellent understanding.

But come aboard.
We'll find comfortable place for you.

Aaron, I'm beginning to feel like a Jew.

I've never stopped feeling like one.

I thought I'd gotten away from it.

Obviously, I haven't.

Come, my dear.

Your quarters are through
this passageway.

I'll show you the way.

You can relax now, Mrs. Henry.

We're in Turkey.

That's a start.

Hi, Dad. How about some breakfast?

No, thanks, Jan. I'm still off schedule
from all that traveling.

Oh, by the way,
Fleet forwarded your mail.

It's there on the table.

Thank you.

Dear Pug:

I know this is the worst possible way
to break this news to you,

in a letter which will reach you
in a faraway place.

I know how unfair it is.

Pug, my love,
you've always had your doubts

that I was cut out to be a Navy wife.

After all these years,

I suppose I've proved it.

Ever since Berlin,
during your long absences,

I've been seeing a lot
of Palmer Kirby and...

... the fact is...

What's the matter, Dad?

Oh, nothing.

Bad news from home?

Coffee's mighty hot.
I burned my tongue.

- Where's Warren, by the way?
- He went to the ship.

He expects to be back for dinner.

But I guess we can never be sure
about anything anymore.

That's exactly right.

You sure you won't eat something?

No, no, I don't want to eat.

I guess I'm tireder than I figured.

I might even crawl
back in the sack for a bit.

Fresh bottle, Janice.

Opened it up, drank the whole thing.

Is he all right?

I don't know. He's out.
I mean he's just out cold.

Well...

...he was reading his mail.

Now, I think something
in one of those letters upset him.

Maybe you should look at his mail.

Did you listen to the evening news?

No.

Big air strike on Manila.

They made a mess out of
the Cavite Navy Yard.

That's all the news
Washington put out.

The communicator on the Enterprise
told me two submarines were bombed.

One sunk.

The Devilfish?

God, no.

Maybe it's a mistake.

Maybe.

- Hi, Dad.
- Good morning, Jan.

- My shower wake you up? I'm sorry.
- No, no.

Vic usually wakes me up at this time.

Are you ready
for some bacon and eggs?

As a matter of fact, that sounds great.

Warren get back last night?

Yeah, he's getting dressed.

Well, what are the orders for the day?

I see that an old buddy of mine

is running Cincpac personnel.
Jocko Larkin.

I'm gonna see if I can get him to
shake loose another command for me.

Good idea, Dad.

Honey.

He's in there.

Oh, good morning, Dad.

- How you feeling?
- Not badly, considering.

Did I empty the bottle?

Bone dry.

I only remember the first half of it.

Believe me, Dad, it was
just what the doctor ordered.

- How about a little hair of the dog?
- Not on your life.

That's the road to perdition.

This coffee is excellent.

Believe me, you picked a good day
to miss.

There's lots of news, none of it good.

For instance?

Hitler and Mussolini
have declared war on us.

They have?

Well, the lineup's complete.

They're fools, though,
making it easier for the president.

That the worst of it?

They sort of plastered Cavite, Dad.

Any dope?

Not much. Apparently they went
for the shore installations.

The Devilfish was alongside.

Dad, I didn't want to tell you this
because it's unofficial.

The word I got on the Enterprise
was that they got two subs.

One was the Devilfish.

What about survivors?

There's no word.

Look, Dad...

...I've got a really strong
feeling that Byron's OK.

Now, there's so much confusion
in this Navy right now.

The word could be wrong.

It's a very comforting thought,
Warren,

until we get
more definite information.

What about you?
Will I be seeing you?

I hope so. Sometime during this war.

No, no. I mean tonight.

It doesn't look like it, Dad.
We sortie at dawn.

I'm gonna leave the car for you
in the staff parking lot.

Why don't you drive it home
when you're finished?

All right.

Well...

Good luck, Warren.

Good hunting.

- Yes, sir?
- Philippine operations file.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Here we are, sir.
- Thank you.

Sir?

Is there anything wrong, sir?

Nothing.

Where's Captain Larkin's office?

- Building three, sir.
- Thank you.

Where in the world
have you been, Pug?

I tried to find you
all yesterday afternoon.

Hold the calls, Amory.

Well, now, it's good to see you.

Pug...

... I'm sorry about the California.

She'd have had a great skipper.

Why were you trying to find me,
Jocko?

Admiral Kimmel is going to be relieved
at his own request...

...like Louis the XVI had himself
shortened by a head

at his own request.

Now, his successor
is going to be Admiral Pye.

The admiral wants to
start shaking up the staff.

He wants you for operations.

Now, hold it right there, Pug.
Hold it!

This is as great a break
as a man in our class can have.

And remember, there are six Iowa
class battleships building now,

due commission in 12 to 20 months.

The world's greatest warships...

...and you're in line for one.

Jocko, get me a ship.

- I am telling you...
- Now!

Not in 1943.

Pug, you don't say no
to the fleet commander.

Where's Admiral Pye's office?

Will you sit down, you son of a bitch.

By God, you never could play
football or tennis.

And you don't think straight either.

Now, sit down.

Is everything all right, Pug?

I mean, you look a little green
around the gills.

I hit the brandy
a little too hard last night.

You did? You?

I didn't like losing the California.

I understand.

- How's Rhoda?
- Fine.

Let's see now.
You have a boy aboard the Enterprise.

Is he all right?

I also have a son on the Devilfish.

Devilfish?

That's right.

I'm sorry, Pug.

The Northampton might conceivably
be available.

The Northampton?

God love you, Jocko.
That's the heaviest thing we have left.

Pug, I don't care.

A cruiser command doesn't compare

with Cincpac's deputy chief
for operations!

- And you know it.
- Now, you listen to me, Jocko.

I've shuffled all the high strategy
papers I ever want to see in this Navy.

I'm a sailor and a gunner,
and there's a war on.

If you can't find anything else,
get me a squadron of minesweepers.

I want to go to sea!

I hear you, Pug.

Loud and clear.

One more flap I'll have
with the admiral.

I'll give it a try.

And in conclusion, Rhoda,

if I really believed this divorce
would make you happy,

I could endure it better.

However, it strikes me as a calamity,
for you as well as me.

I know the life we've been leading
in recent years

has put a strain on our marriage.

In Manila I said to Byron that we'd
become a family of tumbleweeds.

That's the truth.
And lately the winds of war

have been blowing us
all around the world.

Right now it strikes me
that those same winds

are starting to flatten civilization.

All the more reason for us to hang on
to what we have,

mainly to love each other
and our family,

and love each other to the end.

That's the way I've worked it out.

I hope on further thought you will too.

Love, Pug.

Oh, that's wonderful, captain!

Thank you so much for calling.
You have no idea what this means.

Yeah. He just drove in now, captain.

Yes, I'll be sure and tell him that too.
Goodbye.

Dad, he's all right! Byron's all right.
It wasn't the Devilfish.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Captain Larkin just called.
It's official.

It was the Sea Lion that went down.

And there was something else,

although I'm not quite sure
what Captain Larkin meant.

- What's that?
- Well, he said to tell you:

"She's all yours."

"She's all yours"? That's it?

Yes. He said you'd know
what he meant.

- More good news?
- Pretty fair.

- Maybe this calls for a celebration.
- Maybe it does.

Dad...

...if you get hungry, I'm leaving a
sandwich for you in the kitchen.

Thank you, Janice.

Now, are you sure you don't mind
staying with Vic?

Of course not.

I've got enough to do with these
Northampton rosters

to keep me busy all evening.

Is there anything else I can get
for you before I leave?

- Another cup of coffee?
- Thanks, Janice.

I won't be long.

These civil defense meetings
usually break early.

I'm a warden now.

Well, that's nice, Janice.

Dad...

This arrived early this morning. In all
the excitement I forgot about it. Sorry.

Dearest: Just this instant heard
on the radio of Japanese attack.

Am utterly horrified.

Frightfully worried about you.

Desperately ashamed
of that ridiculous, idiotic letter.

Worst possible timing.

Forget it. Please.

Please, and forgive.

Hope you're safe and well.

Cable me.

Love, Rhoda.

Well?

Nothing, just something from Rhoda.

You pass by Western Union
on your way to the base, don't you?

- Would you send a telegram for me?
- Sure.

What's wrong with that?

How about "love"?

By all means.

Thanks, Jan. You add that.

You know...

Warren's ship sorties at dawn.

Yes, I know.

Oh, Lord,

in a world so rich and lovely,
why can your children

find nothing better to do
than to dig iron from the ground

and work it into vast, grotesque
engines for blowing each other up?

Is it because Abel's next-door
neighbor was Cain?

Is it because if my enemies
make deadly engines

then I must do it better, or die?

Maybe the vicious circle
will end this time.

Maybe not.

Maybe it will take Christ's
Second Coming to end it.

Maybe it will never end.

But it is 1941 and I know this:

Until the life is beaten
out of the monster Hitler,

the world cannot move another inch
toward a more sane existence.

There is nothing to do now,
but win the war.

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