All language subtitles for Ep 1 The Winds Rise

In January 1933,

fourteen years after the defeat of
Germany in the First World War,

Adolf Hitler came to power.

In violation
of the Versailles Peace Treaty,

Germany at once began rearming.

In March 1936,

in violation of the treaty,
Germany reoccupied the Rhineland.

In March 1938,

in violation of the treaty,
Germany absorbed Austria.

In September 1938,
with the Munich Pact,

England and France
yielded to Germany

large areas of Czechoslovakia,
under Adolf Hitler�s threat of war.

With this pact, Germany
guaranteed peace in Europe,

and the independence
of the rest of Czechoslovakia.

In March 1939,

Germany violated the pact and
occupied the rest of Czechoslovakia.

Germany
was also threatening Poland.

And now, on March 31, 1939,

the British government, at last
resolving to halt Hitler�s Germany,

gives Poland an unconditional
guarantee of military assistance.

This guarantee will lead to the
outbreak of the Second World War.

Colonel General
Walter von Brauchitsch,

commander in chief
of the German army.

General Franz Halder,
chief of staff.

Lieutenant General Alfred Jodl,
operations chief of the OKW,

Hitler�s supreme headquarters
command.

Colonel General Wilhelm Keitel,
chief of the OKW.

Admiral Erich Raeder,

commander in chief
of the German navy.

Summoned by the Fuehrer,

these officers are here for a meeting
on the British military guarantee.

You have heard... Ribbentrop's news?

Yes, mein Fuehrer.

My will... is fixed and unshakable.

You will proceed
with the planning for Case White.

Mein Fuehrer, the starting date?

September 1.

Does the Fuehrer's decision
present problems for the military?

Joachim von Ribbentrop,
Hitler�s foreign minister.

Vain and incompetent,
he has succeeded

in earning the dislike of almost
everyone in the German government.

My Luftwaffe will be ready
September 1, mein Fuehrer.

If necessary, even sooner.

Field Marshal Hermann Goering,

commander of the powerful
German air force.

In the Third Reich,
second only to the Fuehrer.

With all due respect
to the field marshal, mein Fuehrer,

you give us only five months
to prepare for general war.

- It would require at least a year.
- We do not have a year!

It is my belief

that if the attack on Poland

is started with sudden,
heavy blows that gain rapid success,

general war will be avoided.

But if England and France do march...

I'll cook them a stew
they will choke on!

- Glory be, it does exist!
- What exists, Madeline?

This Hitler business.
I read about it in the papers, but...

Well, it seems too ridiculous
and crazy to be real.

It's real, all right.

Commander Victor Henry,
United States Navy.

Stateroom 63, A deck.

Thank you.

General von Roon.

I can't believe it.
We're actually going.

Madge Tolliver
was in Berlin for the Olympics.

She keeps saying how wonderful
it still is, and how cheap.

She says we'll just love it.
Oh, here it is, Pug.

- Surprise!
- Warren!

Hi, Mom!

- Hi!
- Hey, cutie!

What the devil?!

Why aren't you in flight school?

Just blew in. Are you kidding?
You think I would have missed this?

- I hitched a ride on a PBY.
- Pug, isn't it a wonderful surprise?

Saturday night in New York?

Watch out, all you big-city girls,
Warren Henry's in town.

What do you say
we get this party under way?

Has Byron heard about the move?

We haven't heard
from your brother for months.

The last letter we got,
he'd quit his studies in Florence,

and he's vagabonding around Europe.

- Got bored with the fine arts.
- Oh, now, Pug, don't carry on so.

Byron's a strange fish,
but there's brains underneath.

I know.

That's the problem.

Well, here's to the new tour of duty.

- Yes, and good luck in Berlin.
- Cheers!

Well, I got a Navy car.
Can I drive you someplace?

My date's not till 5:00.

Take me
to the Rockefeller Center,

- the National Broadcasting Company.
- What for?

I'm gonna look for a job.

- Does Dad know about this?
- Are you crazy?

Besides, it's just for the summer.

Bye!

They're good kids.

- When the cat's away, huh?
- I've been smoking for years.

Well, to whom?

To the kids.

Yes. Our abandoned nestlings.

All right, to the kids.

Oh, I really do feel adventurous, Pug,
sailing on a German ship these days.

I wonder if there are any Nazis
right here at this bar.

Let's go out and look
at the Statue of Liberty.

No, sir, I want another drink.
I've seen the Statue of Liberty.

Look,
as long as we're aboard this ship,

we have to assume that everything
we say is being recorded.

That means at the bar,
at the table, in our stateroom.

Did that ever occur to you?

Well, yes, sort of, but...

In the stateroom too? Always?

You mean...

You don't mean day and night,
Pug, really!

If they didn't, they'd be sloppy.
The Germans are not a sloppy people.

Well, then, mister, keep your distance
on this boat, that's all I can say.

And I intend to spend the entire trip
chastely brushing up my German.

It's gonna be the same in Berlin.

Honestly!

Oh, hell.

It really doesn't make much
difference anyway, does it?

Can I have my other drink now?

- Hi. Byron Henry?
- Yeah.

Natalie Jastrow. Hop in.

This is Leslie Slote.

I don't need a driver in Warsaw.
It's all horses.

I don't have to hear about that.

Here we are.

AJ?

AJ?

Oh, good. You're back.

- Aaron, this is Byron Henry.
- Columbia '38, is it?

- Yes, sir.
- Welcome to Siena.

Well, here's to Byron Henry,

notorious hater
of the Italian Renaissance.

Where did you hear this?

My old friend Cesare Milano
at Columbia.

He mentioned it in passing,
in a letter he wrote to me about you.

Well, I guess I have no choice
but to drink to it.

What have you got against
the Italian Renaissance, Byron?

Oh, I suppose I just
had too much of it.

I started out fascinated, and I ended
up just snowed under and bored.

It's the mixture
of paganism and Christianity.

It sort of sticks in my craw.

You asked what I had against
the Italian Renaissance.

I told you.

Now, don't fold up on us, Byron.

Other people have taken your position.

A good name for it is Protestantism.

Byron, I understand
your father is a Naval officer.

Yes, sir.
He's in Washington in war plans.

War plans, gracious!
Is that as ominous as it sounds?

Every country draws up
theoretical war plans in peacetime.

Tell me, does your father
think war is imminent?

He didn't mention it in his last letter.

Leslie is in the Foreign Service, which
makes him an expert on these matters.

He thinks my uncle should go home.
We've had an argument

about that now for days.
Of course, he's going on to Warsaw.

Well, for what it's worth...

...I think there's gonna be a war.

You do?

- I'd be interested to know why.
- I just toured Germany.

Everywhere you drive,
you pass trucks full of troops,

and railroad cars loaded
for miles with artillery and tanks.

Byron, with such displays, Hitler
won Austria and the Sudetenland.

And he never had to fire a shot.

Dr. Jastrow, when I was in Germany,

I saw signs on park benches
and trolley cars about the Jews.

- And I saw burnt-out synagogues.
- Yes.

I'm surprised that you speak
as calmly as you do about Hitler.

Being Jewish, I mean.

If Hitler wins out,
the Jews will simply fall back

to the second-class status they had for
so long under the kings and the popes.

We survived 17 centuries with that.

We have quite a store of wisdom
and doctrine for coping with it.

Aaron, this Olympian attitude
of yours completely exasperates me.

That you could rely on Adolf Hitler's
prudence for Natalie's and your safety,

strikes me as grotesque.

I think Natalie's parents would agree.

Natalie can go home tomorrow
if she wishes.

But I think, perhaps, she finds working
here in Siena as my secretary

more stimulating than Miami Beach.

I'm thinking of going home all right,
Leslie, but not because of Hitler.

There are a few things that bother me
a bit more than Hitler at the moment.

- Look, we are not...
- I daresay.

Come on, dear. Let's go.

Upstairs here
is where we do most of our work.

- This is quite a library.
- A fair collection of early Christianity.

Now, Byron, I understand
you took a Naval Reserve course

and obtained a commission.
Is that where your interests lie?

No, sir.

The commission was more
to please my father.

I assume that when Dr. Milano

suggested you visit, he mentioned
that I might have something for you.

Yes, he did.

My next work is called
The Arch of Constantine.

You do know who Constantine was?

The first Christian Emperor of Rome,
I believe.

A-plus, Byron.

I need some research
on the Emperor's wars.

Would $20 a week interest you?

- I've flunked more history courses...
- I see. You don't want the job.

No, sir, I didn't say that.

Would I be living
and working here in the villa?

Certainly.

You'd be working right here
in this room.

That's Natalie's desk there,
and yours would be here.

I think I'll try it, sir.

Oh, you will...

although you say
you have no aptitude. Why?

Well, for the money,

- and, of course, to be around you, sir.
- To be around me?

Oh, to be sure. All right, Byron,
why don't we give it a try.

Waiter, waiter!

Oh, captain, baked Alaska!

We try to make the last night of the
voyage a memorable one, Mrs. Henry.

And it is the Fuehrer's birthday.

No, Mr. Tudsbury, there will be no
war between England and Germany.

Well, we're all the same stock.
All North Europeans.

It would be a sad thing
for brothers to fall out.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it, Pam?

Remind me to include it
in my next broadcast.

Oh, nobody wants war now anyway.
Absolutely nobody.

It would be so silly nowadays.

Does your wife speak for the
United States Navy, commander?

She speaks for Piper-Heidsieck '34.

I've just had the pleasure of lecturing
at your Naval War College.

Really? What was your impression?

Your Navy is the one fighting force
in the world today

which can compare professionally
with the Germany army.

I would put in a word
for the Royal Navy and the RAF.

It is already well-known
that the Royal Air Force

have lost air parity to the Luftwaffe.

As for the Royal Navy,

that is the province
of Commodore Grobke's U-boats.

Not a bad navy,
but we have damn good U-boats.

You had U-boats last time.

We did fine, until America came in.

Were you in the Atlantic then?

- Destroyers.
- I was below.

Maybe this is not
the first time we meet?

Maybe.

My dear Mrs. Henry, may I have
the honor of this first dance?

That is, commander,
with your permission?

By all means, captain.

Tell me, general,
will your Fuehrer attack Poland?

His whole brilliance lies
in his bloodless victories.

The Polish Corridor
is an idiotic anomaly.

- The Fuehrer will find a solution.
- No war over Danzig?

No war.

None, that is, that Germany will start.

Well, I suppose you're
on a school vacation?

Yes, for quite some time. I'm 28.

I'm sorry. I thought you were
about my daughter's age. She's 19.

Many make that mistake. I suppose
because I'm always with my father.

I help him with work.
His eyes aren't good.

- That must be interesting.
- Depends on the subject matter.

Nowadays it's somewhat
of a broken record.

Will the "Little Tramp" go,
or won't he?

Oh, lovely.
Divine, my dear Mrs. Grobke.

Most energetic dancer,
your wife, commodore.

Thank you.
Gentlemen, excuse us, please.

Gad, Henry, the woman's tireless.

Makes one wonder how that Grobke
fellow's held up as well as he has.

A great deal of sea duty, no doubt.

Well, fraternizing with Jerry, were you?

Strictly in the line of duty.

He's invited me out to inspect
the sub base at Swinem�nde.

- Anyway, I doubt that Grobke's a Nazi.
- You do?

Well, those U-boat fellows
are all right, I suppose,

as much as any Germans are.

- May I have another dance later?
- Of course, thank you.

I shall get myself
a white wig and a cane.

They look so shattered when I refuse.

And as for that hateful conga...

The Fuehrer's Ball.

I've been covering that fellow Henry
since the day he marched into Austria.

Something right out of Plutarch,
that was.

A zero of a man, with no schooling,
of no known family.

At 20, a dropped-out student,
a drifter, a failure.

Henry, I watched that man march in
triumph through the streets of Vienna

where he had sold postcards
and gone hungry,

the sole heir to the combined thrones
of the Hapsburgs and Hohenzollerns.

That grotesque travesty
is the central truth of our age,

and the only reason
for this damned ball.

- You created him, you know.
- I beg your pardon!

The Fuehrer. You and the French.

Your insane Treaty of Versailles
partitioned Germany

and made an economic
and political madhouse of Europe.

Did you think that would last?

You generated a volcanic resentment
in our people.

Hitler is the political eruption.

Is the German army with him?

He has rearmed us. He has
given us back our self-esteem.

- And terror. And concentration camps.
- All forms of politics are dirty.

Democracies, dictatorships, variations
on one theme: Please the mob.

Meine Damen und Herren,
ladies and gentlemen.

I propose a toast.

A toast to Germany's great leader,
Adolf Hitler,

on his 50th birthday.

And to his life's aim, peace.

Attention, breakfast will be served
in the main lounge in 15 minutes.

Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Would you mind if I joined you?
- Oh, yes, thank you.

I feel so stupid preparing
to smile at 40 feet.

Doesn't your father believe
in before-breakfast walks?

Talky? He hates exercise of any kind.

Besides, right now, he has
a touch of gout. It's his curse.

- "Talky"?
- His middle name is Talcott.

Ever since school
he's been "Talky" to his friends.

Guess why.

Where's your wife, commander?
Also not a walker?

Oh, she's busy packing.

Not that she'll walk to the drugstore
if she can catch a ride or hail a cab.

Will you be coming back
to the United States?

If Father is thrown out of Berlin,
which seems inevitable, we will.

Why?

I have a son I should like you to meet.

Unlike his father, he's quite handsome.

- What does he do?
- Naval officer, like his father.

A sailor! Never. A girl in every port.

- Don't you have any other sons?
- As a matter of fact, I do.

But...

- he'd be a bit young for you.
- Maybe not.

I never do seem to hit it quite right.

I say, commander!

Just had a word
with that Grobke fellow.

Managed to horn in on your
little trip to Swinem�nde.

- I hope you're not put off.
- Not at all. Glad to have you.

Talky, I thought you were packing.
We dock any minute now.

That's exactly why I'm here.
I've made a muck of it.

You know I can't handle things
of that kind.

Well, what are you standing there for,
you lazy creature?

Say au revoir to Commander Henry,

and go below
and get my things together.

- Shall we see you in Berlin?
- Of course.

I shall be pumping him
for the latest military intelligence.

And learning nothing, I'll be bound.

Auf Wiedersehen, commander.

Go on.

Tudsbury, I have notions of matching
your daughter up with a son of mine.

Oh, have you?

I warn you, Pamela is a handful.

Why, how can you say that? I've
never met a gentler or pleasanter girl.

Still waters. I warn you.

See you in Berlin.

General von Brauchitsch
is expecting you.

The chief of staff is with him.

You had a pleasant American journey?
Feel refreshed?

- Yes. Thank you.
- Good.

You will take full charge
of operational planning for Case White

and report back Friday.

What assumptions are being made
about the Soviet Union?

Stalin shot most of his first-class
general officers in the Purge.

I don't rate the Red Army very high.

It can field 300 divisions.

Yes, but will Stalin allow us
to roll across Poland

to his border unchecked?

I am not an optimist about that.

What if their alliance
with England goes through?

That is politics. We have our orders.
And you have yours.

I will report back on Friday, of course.
But I can give you my estimate now.

Case White will be an all-out
two-front war from the outset.

The fatal error of Kaiser Wilhelm.

The Kaiser was not
a political genius.

This man is.

He will pull off
another political miracle.

Good. So we plan for a miracle, huh?

We plan to smash Poland
in two weeks, and...

And hold in the West.

Hold in the West,
with what we have?

That is the miracle we plan for.

All previous studies inadequate.

Assumptions about Soviet Union,

in view of the proposed Anglo-Soviet
Alliance, are highly hazardous.

We are going out on very thin ice.

Come in.

- Colonel Forrest, the military attach�.
- Welcome.

- I'm Bill Forrest.
- Pug Henry.

I'm right next door.

- Uniforms every day here?
- No, no. I just came from a review.

- You suit up only for occasions here.
- Good.

Such as... this one.

We get to meet Hitler right away?

Just luck. It's a big crush
for the Bulgarian minister.

We'll just pass by and shake hands.

It ought to give Mrs. Henry a thrill.

Is this usual? An attach�
at a head of state reception?

Not very, no.

And the queer thing is, those cards
came from Wehrmacht headquarters.

Compliments
of a General von Roon.

Well, Pug, aren't you gonna say
anything about my new outfit?

I think it's just perfect.
You never looked better.

Well, it isn't my choice,

but Sally Forrest says
Hitler is mad about pink.

It makes Washington seem
dull and tame, doesn't it?

Fantastic-looking, isn't it?

Beats Radio City Music Hall.

Oh, Pug.

Oh, look. You can see him now.

Oh, that prison haircut. I declare!

He's such a simple-looking man.
The rest are all so gaudy.

Colonel William Forrest
und Frau Forrest.

There's Ribbentrop and Goebbels.

- Would you like to meet them?
- Please!

Come on.

- General.
- Commander Henry.

General von Roon,
how nice to see you again.

Excuse me.

Well, thank you for getting us here.

What do you think of the Fuehrer?

Not much like the image in the New
York newspapers, all horns and a tail.

No, not at all.

I understand you're
an excellent tennis player.

Oh? Was that included
in my dossier?

Very little was not included.

Perhaps we can
have a game sometime.

I'd like that.

Oh, Pug. Pug, it's perfect.
You'll never believe it.

I know it's your lunch hour, but I was
afraid somebody would snap it up.

It even has a tennis court.

Pug, you don't think Hitler had
anything to do with this, do you?

Well, I mean, do you think
he really remembered?

It's such a pleasure
to do business with Americans.

My brother has a real-estate business
in Chicago, that is where I learned.

Someday, perhaps, I will go back.

On top of everything else,
there are five bedrooms upstairs

and three marble baths.

And wait till you see the garden.

Look. Isn't this the most beautiful
drawing room you've ever seen?

Look at the paneling.

Here... Here is the garden.

And behind the house
there are tennis courts,

which I'll show you in a moment. Here.

This way.

Now, this way.

Down there is the lake.

It's a lovely little lake.
You can see it.

- Who owns this?
- Ludwig Rosenthal.

A well-known sugar merchant.
Very large firm.

What's the catch?

What, "catch"? What do you mean?

Why is the price so low?

- Well, there is this new ruling.
- What ruling?

I'm not very clear about it.

Something about Jewish people
owning real estate.

Well, does this man know that you're
showing me this house at this price?

Naturally.

When can I meet him?

I have taken the liberty
to ask him to come out.

He should be here at any moment.
Excuse me.

Seventy-eight dollars a month?
It's ridiculous!

Well, that's what I thought.

It's a lovely house, Herr Rosenthal.

Thank you.

We are fond of it, my wife and I.

We have spent a lot of time
and money on it.

The truth is, Mrs. Henry and I are...

Feel a bit awkward about leasing it.

But why?

You are very desirable tenants.

- If a lower rent would help...
- Lord, no. The rent is incredibly low.

Do you actually get the money?

Of course.

With the agent's commission deducted
and certain municipal fees,

I will receive every penny.

Knoedler told me that some
ruling compels you to rent it.

I assure you, Commander Henry,
that won't affect you as a tenant.

But just what is this new ruling?

Well...

...it's an emergency decree.

You understand?

I am sure eventually
it will be rescinded.

Meanwhile, this property

can be sold at any time
without my consent.

However, if there is a tenant in
residence with a diplomatic immunity,

that cannot be done.

Hence the modest rent.

May I ask you a question,
Herr Rosenthal?

Why don't you just sell out
and leave Germany?

My family

has a business
more than 100 years old.

My wife and I are born Berliners.

This is home.

I have lived through other bad times.

I was shot through a lung
in Belgium in 1914.

A man goes through a lot
in his lifetime.

Well, Mrs. Henry loves the house,

but we just hate to take advantage
of someone else's misfortune.

You'd be doing just the opposite.

You know that now.

I wish we hadn't taken it.

You do, truly?

It never really struck me before.

It never seemed
to really be happening.

That fine man. Imagine...

Renting out this beautiful home
for pittance

in order to keep it
from being sold over his head

to some fat Nazi, no doubt,
lying in wait to pick it up cheap.

Well, do you want me to call it off?
He really wants us in, you know.

Oh, I know he does.
That's what's so scary.

I'm never gonna be happy
in this house.

Or in this country.

It's such a barn.
I'll need a troop of servants.

Oh, we'll get them. No problem.

They're all Gestapo spies, you know,
every last one of them.

Oh, Pug...

I wish you'd been ordered
to a battleship.

So do I, honey.

So do I.

Byron, have I grown another head?

Was I staring at you?

Only for two weeks now.

Maybe you remind me
of somebody I know.

Possibly your mother?

You writing another letter to Slote?

Aaron needs those notes
this afternoon.

Do you suppose you could fit them
into your busy schedule?

Do you like your job?

It's a job. Why?

Seems like you're kind of
wasting away here.

Really?

My, what a tragic fate.

I'll tell you, Byron, you do peculiar
things when you're in love.

But why you're doing this,
I really don't know.

Me? I'm broke.

For you. Forwarded from Florence.

Another letter from Slote?

My folks are in Germany now.

My father's a Naval attach�
in Berlin.

What's Slote got to say this time?

I'm going to Warsaw.

Aaron.

You've been in Siena nine years
and have never been to the Palio?

- I have never attended the race.
- That is incredible.

It's nothing but a relic
of the medieval burlesque races.

In some towns they raced
donkeys or buffaloes.

In Rome, they raced Jews.

Moreover, my friend
the archbishop tells me

the crowds are so unruly,
you risk being jostled or even trampled.

Then why the sudden interest?

Because LIFE magazine wants me
to write an article about it.

For a very substantial
sum of money.

AJ, Leslie writes that he wants me
to come to Warsaw.

That's not very consistent
of him, is it?

Urging us to go home
and inviting you to Warsaw,

when the war talk
gets worse every day.

You said there's nothing
to worry about.

Natalie, is it ladylike
to pursue Leslie Slote?

- Is it wise tactics?
- That is my business.

Leslie is a very
cold-blooded customer.

I'm going.

A Jewish wife is not suitable
these days to a diplomat's career.

It's as simple as that.

You'll be in Greece.
It's the perfect time.

I postponed my trip to Greece.

This Palio thing gets in the way.

Look, I have an idea.

I haven't time to research the Palio
and attend that silly race.

Why don't you do all that,

and then you rough draft an article
and we'll split the fee. How's that?

How much?

You'd receive $1,000.

A thousand dollars?

Say, I could buy a whacking
good trousseau for that.

- A trousseau? Is that still in the wind?
- Yes.

Can I use Byron for the research?

I don't see why not.

Then I'll go to Warsaw in August,
after the second Palio. Agreed?

If the war news doesn't
get worse. Yes.

Fine.

Well, is it all set?

- What?
- Warsaw.

Oh, that's postponed,
at least until the end of August.

What are you grinning about?

What?

Who, me? Grinning?

Wonderful, Pug!

Good shot.

Guess what.
Byron finally wrote us a letter.

Yeah. OK.

Fault.

Lots of good news, dear.

Set point, Rhoda.

Tough luck, general.
Take a couple more.

No, no. This set.

- Got time for another?
- Unhappily not. I must be going.

Well played.
Now you can read your letter.

Aaron Jastrow?

He's the fellow that wrote
that book, A Jew's Jesus.

Oh, yes. You said
you liked it, didn't you?

Yeah, I read it twice.

Well, if Byron Henry's working,

it's the biggest news about him
since you had him.

There seems to be bigger news.
Looks like he's interested in a girl.

- What kind of girl, Italian?
- No, a New York girl.

It's that author's niece. Her name's
Natalie. Natalie Jastrow. Right there.

This thing is kind of far along.

I think maybe I'll write him.

What do you think
you're gonna say?

It doesn't make any difference
that she's Jewish,

although it may raise questions
about the children's faith.

Children? Pug, he doesn't
say a word about marrying her.

It's the way he writes about her.

If she's Aaron Jastrow's niece,
she's probably top-drawer and brilliant.

The point is,

what chance has a marriage
like that got to work nowadays?

At least I want Byron to think.

That comes hard to Byron.

Another letter from your folks
in Berlin?

What's so funny?

I guess you just have to know
my father.

Oh?

He got the wrong impression
from my last letter.

You don't say. About what?

Nothing you'd be interested in.

Though it's too bad
there isn't a chance.

Good news!

The archbishop
has arranged for seats for us

behind the judge's stand
for the second Palio.

- I thought you weren't gonna attend.
- This makes it much more attractive,

so book my airplane tickets
a week later for Greece.

The...
August 23, I think.

Wonderful.
That's when I'll fly to Warsaw.

"What follows
gets into prognostication

"so may be judged frivolous
or journalistic.

"However, to this observer,

"all the evidence indicates
that Adolf Hitler at this time

"is negotiating a military alliance
with the Soviet Union."

Henry, do you really intend
to send this stuff

to the Office of Naval Intelligence?

That's the way I see it, sir.

My job here is reporting on Germany's
combat readiness and political trends.

Henry, anti-communism
is the lifeblood of Hitler's politics.

The German people's fear
of the Bolsheviks put him in power

and keeps him there.

When Grobke took me
to that submarine base,

I saw some very interesting things.

When I left there,
it was quiet as a graveyard.

No night shift.

I don't think Hitler's people
are behind him for full mobilization.

And the way I see
their industrial picture,

they can't get into Poland without first
nullifying the Soviet Union.

Well, all I can say is,
if I send in this report,

I'll be laughed out
of the Foreign Service.

And I don't think it'll do your career
much good either.

- I wouldn't want to look like a fool.
- Good.

Leave the global masterminding
to the men who are paid for it.

Now, there's your report.

Yes, sir.

Unthinkable!

- Why? Isn't it militarily sound?
- Militarily, militarily, militarily.

A pact with the United States
would be equally sound.

But Poland doesn't lie
between Germany and the US.

It would be a political miracle.

Well, isn't that your
Fuehrer's specialty?

Sheer fantasy, commander.
Crude melodrama.

If you say so.

I'm afraid you do not understand
European politics.

Is Germany prepared to fight
an all-out war on two fronts?

Number one, war is not inevitable.

Number two, two fronts
are also not inevitable.

Well, Victor, let's hope I am better on
a horse than on the tennis court, huh?

With Case White, the invasion
of Poland, only 20 days away,

Mussolini sends his son-in-law,
Count Galeazzo Ciano,

the Italian foreign minister,
to Hitler�s mountain retreat.

Mein Fuehrer.

Graf Ciano.

Fr�u Eva Braun.

Charming and urbane, with the ability
to speak fluent German,

Ciano has been charged with
a mission of relaying to Hitler

Il Duce's decision not to enter
into any armed conflict over Poland,

despite the vaunted Pact of Steel
between their two countries.

Hitler discloses the plans
for Case White to Ciano.

He must attack by September 1

because the autumn rains
start October 15th.

He needs six weeks.

Two weeks to smash Poland,
two to four weeks for mop-up.

Ciano warns Hitler
that Italy is unprepared for war.

He explains that the Pact of Steel

was signed in anticipation of war
in 1942, not 1939.

He proposes another
Munich-style conference.

Maybe the West will give in again
without a fight.

- Unthinkable!
- Why?

Your charg� is exactly right.
Read Mein Kampf.

- I did.
- You haven't grasped it.

He says himself somewhere
that a pact with Russia

will be the end of Germany.

I did a little ungentlemanly spying
aboard Grobke's flagship.

I saw some operational figures.

He'd like me to think that he has
70 submarines operational.

I doubt that he has 50.

- Well?
- So,

it's just part of the general
German unpreparedness.

Hitler can't go to bat if there's a risk
Stalin will come against him.

Just so. And we've got an alliance
with Stalin practically sewed up.

So Hitler's stymied.
So no war.

So why hasn't this alliance
been announced?

What do you think, Pamela?

I think if that report would jeopardize
your career and make you unhappy,

then, by all means, tear it up.

That's hardly the point, is it?

As far as I'm concerned it is.

Victor, don't send that report.

If you do, you'll make
a complete ass of yourself.

Come in.

The courier, commander.

- Yes, sir.
- When are you leaving?

I'm about ready to seal the pouch now.
I leave for Tempelhof in ten minutes.

Hold the pouch open for me
and wait outside.

Yes, sir.

Telephone orders from Keitel
at Supreme Fuehrer headquarters.

"Battleships and submarines
proceed to war stations.

"Dispatch telegrams
to commence army mobilization.

"Move army headquarters to Zossen
at once for operations."

Did General Thomas

present the army's warning
memorandum to Keitel?

Read it to him.

And his response?

His response?

Britain is too decadent,
France too degenerate,

America too uninterested
to fight for Poland.

And the Soviet Union?

What is his opinion
of the Soviet Union?

Issue the orders.

Immediately.

Well, hasn't the archbishop
done us proud!

Couldn't have better seats.

- Can a riderless horse win?
- You're asking me?

Yes, indeed.

Just so.

Bravo! Bravo!

- I think that horse was drugged.
- Yes, sir. I think most of them are.

- What on earth is going on there?
- It's a double-cross.

That guy probably sold out
to another parish.

Natalie, this article will write itself.

What these Sienese have evolved

is a grotesque little parody
of European nationalism.

The Palio is war.

This is war.
Let's get out of here now!

I hadn't quite bargained on this.

My feet are barely on the ground.

Just keep walking.

- Hang on to him, Byron.
- Hold on.

Go along with it. We'll get out of here
next time we come to a side street.

Oh, dear, what is that?

Where's Aaron?

My God!

- Are you OK, sir?
- My glasses, they're shattered.

That was quite a commotion.
Close call there, wasn't it?

These people are out of their minds.

- He's fine.
- I said it was a war.

- We must spare civilians.
- Thanks.

People are absolutely insane!

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

I find all this quite exhilarating.

So let's go.

You better hang on to me
a little more tightly, Byron.

You were a little derelict there
for a moment.

There are snags
in the Nazi-Soviet deal.

The Russians are getting tougher,
and are in no hurry to proceed.

Valuable time passes.

Telegrams fly back and forth.

Ribbentrop has offered
to fly to Moscow,

with full powers to conclude a pact.

Weighing on Hitler�s mind

is the knowledge that
the British and French military envoys

are in Russia, still negotiating.

Finally, he comes
to an unprecedented decision.

He will humble himself

and write a personal letter of appeal
to his great enemy, Stalin.

Something has to be done
about it before it is too late.

The tension
between Germany and Poland

has become intolerable.

A crisis may arise any day.

I therefore propose

that you receive my foreign minister

on Tuesday, August 22.

At the latest, August 23.

I should be glad
to receive your early answer.

Byron, have you ever
been to Warsaw?

No, why?

Would you like to come there with me?

What would be the point?

The thing is,
Aaron's getting difficult about my trip.

And my going would
make a difference?

Yes.

Don't you know
what he calls you now?

My "golden lad".

He can't get over
what you did at the Palio.

- Oh, you exaggerate that.
- No.

You showed striking presence of mind.
I was very impressed. So was Aaron.

I mean, that horse
might very well have killed him.

What about Slote? He'd take a
dim view of me showing up with you.

I'll handle Slote, all right?

With Aaron away in Greece, I couldn't
imagine a more dismal place than this.

Why not, Natalie.

Terrific. We'll have
a wonderful time, I promise you.

Byron, I cannot tell you what a load
you have taken off my mind.

This headstrong girl doesn't realize
how wild and backward Poland is.

The political situation
is deteriorating by the day.

- You talk as though I were an idiot.
- You are a girl!

You have quite a lot
of trouble remembering that.

However,
my mind is much more at ease.

You're a very capable young man,
Byron.

Let's have a bottle of champagne on it.
Champagne, Maria.

So...

You and Natalie
are off to Warsaw.

I hope you'll manage
to see my cousin Berel.

I haven't seen him since I left Poland
almost 50 years ago.

Berel Jastrow. Presence of mind
was his strong point too.

The time pressure continues to grow.

Twenty-four hours have passed,
and still no reply from Moscow.

Hitler is in a state of near collapse
from sleeplessness and tension.

Fuehrer.

The reply.

"I thank you for your letter.

"I hope the German-Soviet
nonaggression pact

"marks a decided turn
for the better in our relations.

"The Soviet government agrees to
von Ribbentrop's arrival in Moscow

"on August the 23."

Pug! You were right. They were
all wrong and you were right!

Compliments on your prescience,
Victor.

You turned out to be right after all.

The question is,
what did he have to give Stalin?

Looks like we could be walking right
into the middle of a war.

I realize for you this
is no longer a gay excursion.

- I'll go on by myself.
- I don't think you understand.

Hitler made this alliance to give him
a free hand to invade Poland.

Byron, you heard Aaron. Hitler hasn't
used his army and he's not going to.

I'd suggest you call Slote.
Maybe he'll tell you not to come.

I'll never get a call through
to Warsaw today.

Try.

What are you talking about?
I can't hear you. What?

We were cut off before I could finish.
I'm choking! Let's get some air.

What did he say
before you were cut off?

He's furious.
He said I was insane.

The diplomats are burning papers.

Hey, will you take it easy?
What did you expect?

What else?

I should get out of Italy and go
straight home with or without Aaron.

God, it's hot! Buy me
a lemonade or something.

Let me see those plane tickets.

I'm sure we can get a refund.

You get the refund.
They burned papers before Munich.

England and France will fold up,
just as they did then.

Even if you're right,
that embassy will be swamped.

- You won't have a chance to see him.
- I'm on my way. I'm not turning back.

Give me the ticket.
I'll go check us in.

You sure you want to go?

You needn't. Honestly.
I'm releasing you.

Wait a minute.
I don't want you to come. Don't come.

Tell Aaron I said that.

Oh, shut up, Natalie.
Just hand over the ticket.

My, my! Listen to Byron Henry
being masterful.

The thing is,
if anything does go wrong,

I don't want to feel that it was I
who dragged you into this.

Finish your lemonade.
I'll meet you at gate five.

There's Slote.

- So you got my wire.
- You madwoman.

Only you'd make a pleasure trip
during a general mobilization.

- Hello, Byron.
- Hi.

Give me your passports.
I can move you through fast.

See these people?
You know who they are?

They're sensible people. They're
getting out while the getting's good.

They're Jews, mostly.

Do you listen to the radio,
read the newspapers?

Do you pay attention
to what's going on?

What kind of a stupid question
is that? Of course I do.

The point is,
are you glad to see me or not?

By the way, did you manage
to locate Uncle Aaron's cousin?

Oh, your Berel Jastrow?

He's out of town, it seems. Gone
to Miedzyzdroje for his son's wedding.

Oh, that's too bad.
I wanted to meet him.

There's no war scare here.

On our way back to Rome, I thought
we might stop off at Miedzyzdroje.

Absolutely not. Forget it.

I will not! Aaron told me to visit the
family and that's what I'm going to do.

There are half a million German
soldiers in Czechoslovakia this minute,

posted at the Jablonka Pass,
40 miles from Miedzyzdroje.

You understand that?

What was this?
Paderewski's pied-�-terre?

In the last three days,
the hotels have all emptied out.

They're virtually
giving these rooms away.

This is what I need.

All right, gentlemen, leave.
See you at dinner.

I'm gonna have a great bath.

Byron, listen, this
Miedzyzdroje trip, it's...

It's dangerous nonsense.

I'm gonna get you air tickets
out of here quickly.

If it takes both of us to put her bodily
on that plane, it has to be done. OK?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you. See you at dinner.

Hi. I'm sorry to be late.
The embassy is just a madhouse.

It's the Jews. They're storming the
gates. We've turned into visa officers.

God knows, I don't blame them.

If anyone can show a relative, a friend,
a letter from the States, we process.

Right now, a New York telephone book
in Warsaw is worth 100 zlotys.

Shall I just order for everybody?

These are local specialties,
you'll like them.

Veal steak. It's very good here.
Interested?

I don't care what trouble you went
through, I'm not going to Rome!

I'm not ready to panic.

Hitler will do what he wants to do.
That'll be that.

For all we know Hitler has
given the order to march.

In Miedzyzdroje, you have a 50-50
chance of being captured by Germans.

- I think those odds are a bit risky.
- Oh, be quiet, Slote!

- Who's there?
- Hey, Briny, are you dead?

Just a minute.

Just a second.

- What are you doing?
- I'm off to Miedzyzdroje.

I'm not missing that wedding.
Wanna come along?

Didn't we just go to sleep?

I never went to sleep. I've been
with Leslie all night. Arguing, mostly.

What time is it?

Half past 6.
The plane for Cracow leaves at 9.

- Cracow?
- It's the closest airport.

Get in here.

You told Slote you were
flying to Rome this afternoon.

I know.
I'll leave him a note.

We don't have to go back to Warsaw.
We can go to Rome from Cracow.

- Have you heard any kind of news?
- We listened to BBC at 6.

Henderson is conferring with Hitler.
Chamberlain went to the country.

Slote himself says that the British are
crawfishing and that the worst is over.

When will I ever have another chance
to see where my parents come from

and meet my family?
I'm here, now.

How are you gonna get
from Cracow to Miedzyzdroje?

Wired Berel Jastrow to meet me.

OK, I'll go with you.

- You will?
- Yeah.

You're as goofy as I am, Briny.

Oh, Natalie, you will have big surprise
when we come to Miedzyzdroje.

All family very happy American
kuzynka is coming for marriage.

This is very good luck for everybody.

You'd better brace yourself
for a big reception.

And you no worry for going to Rome.

I have very good friends in Cracow.

And no problem for you to fly airplane
day after marriage. No problem.

What did I tell you?
Nothing to worry about.

Oswiecim!

That's where Father and Aaron
studied the Talmud as boys.

Only it had a different name then,
under Austria.

Berel, what was Oswiecim
called before, under Austria?

- Before, it was Auschwitz.
- Yeah, that's it.

Auschwitz?

Natalie, this is our village,
Miedzyzdroje.

Many, many from this children
is your cousins.

You know, half, no, more than half
of this village is Jastrows.

Is he serious?

Yes, and we're gonna
meet every single one of them.

Yes.

Henry, Byron.

The Rabbi.

What in the world did he say to them?

He said you're my protector, an
American Naval officer Aaron sent.

Byron. Byron.

- The Germans.
- What about them?

They coming.

- Hi.
- Hi.

They crossed the Czech border 50
miles from here, headed for Cracow.

- Right this way.
- Well, what do we do now?

Get back to the American Embassy
in Warsaw.

Brilliant. How?

I buy you two tickets
on train to go to Warsaw.

- How do you get there?
- Oh, my family and me,

we go in automobile.
Don't worry.

Three hundred miles in front
of the German advance in that?

No problem. Good car.

Give them to your wife and daughter.
We'll go with you and the newlyweds.

- No, no, no.
- No, I insist.

Sorry I got you into this, Briny.

Forget it. It'll be interesting.
Besides, it was a great wedding.

I don't think Poland will hold out
more than two or three weeks.

- Talky, how are you?
- What are you doing here?

I've come to interview your charg�.

Haven't the other British
correspondents left?

The Jerries gave me until tonight.

Want to hear the bad man
explain all to the Reichstag?

I can get you into the press box.
My last story from Berlin.

- Sure, I'll go.
- Good. Pamela will pick you up.

- She's packing like mad.
- Tudsbury, will England fight?

By God, I hope she will.

If Chamberlain won't declare war,
I think he'll fall.

Well, see you in the Reichstag.

Ryan!

Sir.

- Call him.
- Oh, the lines are jammed, sir.

Get through.

It's gonna be a long ride
to Warsaw, isn't it?

Well, maybe it'll clear out
as we go along.

They're magnificent, aren't they?

Yes, they are very brave men.

I wonder how they'll do against tanks.

I think we have hole in tire, I think.

Commander Henry!

I had no idea my son
was not in Italy with you.

Oh, seven days ago,
he and my niece went up to Warsaw.

Warsaw!

Yes, she had a friend there
in the embassy,

a second secretary, Leslie Slote.

They expect to get married, in fact.

But I've been trying and trying
to get through to Warsaw.

I'll get on this right away.

Well, it was a harebrained trip,

but when your son volunteered
to go with her,

that was a relief to me. He seems
to be a very capable young man.

I'll wire you as soon
as I find anything out.

You know,

this gives me a strange
and terribly sad feeling.

I can't help remembering the last war.

Not so long ago, doctor.

Well, I hope to meet you one day.

I'd like to know Byron's father.

He worships you, you know.

If you hear anything,
will you please let me know?

I will, I will. Goodbye, doctor.

Here.

- This one looks worse than that one.
- Don't worry. I will fix it very good.

Byron. Byron, the woman,
she asks if you want something to eat.

We cannot eat this. You can.

No, thanks.
I'm gonna get this tire fixed.

I'm glad you're amused.

- Get under the car!
- What?

Go on, get under the car!
Get her in there!

Byron!

Byron!

Byron, for God's sake!

That was a close one.

Mama! Mama!

Mama! Mama! Mama!

Extra! Read all about it.
War in Europe.

Hitler invades Poland!
Warsaw bombed!

England and France mobilizes.
Read all about it! Extra!

Get your morning papers here.

- Extra! Extra!
- I just heard it on the radio.

- It's really happening.
- It sure is, lady.

- Who's gonna win the war?
- Let's hope it isn't Hitler.

Ain't he something?

I've always said the man is crazy,
and this proves it.

Well, honey, so long as we keep
out of it, who cares who wins?

Extra! Read all about it!
War in Europe!

Hitler invades Poland!
Warsaw bombed!

Now, damn it, Fred, CBS News
has gone and snatched my girl!

I work for CBS too!

Look, I know it's the war.

My whole show this morning
is about the war.

Look, Fred, I need some help
down here.

What do you mean
you can't send anybody?

Fred, there's scripts to be...
This is not a one-man operation, Fred.

Mr. Cleveland?

Just a minute, Fred. Yes?

The personnel office sent me.

You? How old are you?

Twenty.

What's your name?

Madeline Henry.

All right, Fred.

Well, Madeline, let's get started.

First, I want some more coffee
and a chicken sandwich.

And there's tomorrow's script
to be typed over.

- Mr. Cleveland.
- Yes?

Well, I have to tell you
that I'm very temporary.

I have to go to school in Washington
in three weeks or my father will kill me.

Three weeks...?

Mr. Cleveland, please
let me work for you till then.

Your show's brilliant.
I'll get the coffee, I'll type the script.

How much experience
have you had?

Well, none, but...

Look, I've been trying to get
into broadcasting for four months.

This is the only chance I've had
at a real job. Please give me a chance.

What does your father do?
Is he in government?

Well, he's in Berlin.
He's the Naval attach� there.

Your father is our Naval attach�
in Nazi Germany?

Yeah.

Madeline, would you by any chance
know of an admiral

by the name of Preble?

- Stewart Preble?
- That's him.

Is he some high mucky-muck?

- He's chief of Naval operations.
- Big job?

Mr. Cleveland,
you don't get any higher in the Navy.

He's at the Warwick.
We keep tabs on all the large hotels.

Does he know your father?

As a matter of fact, he does.

My father was his aide
when he was working in Washington.

His aide?

Look, kid...

admirals and generals usually
are lousy guests, but there's a war on.

So they're hot.

Take this to the Warwick
and deliver it to Preble.

Don't let them push you around.

- You mean I got the job?
- Sure. Just get to Preble.

Use the old charm.
Make him say yes.

- How's your charm?
- Not like yours.

Move your tail!

Oh, Mr. Cleveland,
the sandwich and the coffee?

Get going. That's your car fare.

Oh, aye, aye, sir.

Okey-be-bedokey.

- Hi.
- Good afternoon.

The news is bad.

Radio Warsaw claims they've been
pushing them back with heavy losses.

Rubbish. My father's
been on the phone to Stockholm.

The Polish air force
doesn't exist anymore.

The Germans broke through the whole
front with tank companies.

Panzers, they're called.

Yeah, the Germans are very good
at spreading such stuff around.

Well, we can't sit here all day.

I'm gonna miss
your fireball style of driving.

Well, where are you off to next?

London.
Then Washington, I should think.

Don't you have a young man
in London

or several who object
to your jumping around so much?

Not at the moment.
My father says he needs me.

- Late as usual.
- Well, I drove as fast as I could.

Come on, commander. Just in time.

- I'll be waiting in the same place.
- Right.

I can't believe they're buying this.

They're eating it up.

Do you realize he's been talking
for almost an hour?

Well, what did you think?

- He's not big enough.
- He's big.

That's the mistake
we made here far too long.

You and the French have him
outnumbered and outgunned.

The French?

There's Pam.

Henry, we're gonna need help
to stop this fellow.

You tell them that in Washington.

Don't you think I will?

You tell them as well.

Happy landings.

The same to you, commander.

Hello.

- I'm Palmer Kirby, from Denver.
- Oh, yes.

- If you're busy, I'll come back.
- Not at all. Sit right down.

I've got your file right here.

Red-carpet treatment,
the Bureau of Ordnance says.

How'd you get here?

I had to dodge through
Belgium and Norway.

Some planes are flying,
some aren't.

Well, your meeting with the IG
Farben fellow seems all set.

Good.

You're a scientist?

Electrical engineer. Manufacturer.

Anything to do with uranium?

Uranium?

You can tell me it's none
of my business if you want.

The things you want
all zero in on uranium.

The graphite figures,
the purchase of heavy water.

The Germans keep talking about this
ultra-powerful bomb they're building.

They're so loose-mouthed about it,
I figure it's nothing to it.

Just a propaganda plant.

The charg� wanted to see you
the moment you got back.

- Can you wait?
- Sure.

Then, around 7.

Yes, that'll be fine.

Thank you.

So you were at the Reichstag
this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

- How did he strike you?
- Reese, the man is punch-drunk.

That's an odd reaction.

It's true he's had quite a week.

Incredible stamina though.

He undoubtedly wrote every word
of that harangue.

Quite effective, I thought.

By the way,
you're wanted in Washington.

The State Department,
German desk.

You're to proceed there
by fastest available transportation.

Isn't that unusual?

I gather your combat readiness
report on Nazi Germany

had something to do with it.

It didn't seem to have the effect
on your career that I predicted.

At any rate, the idea seems to be
that you pack a toothbrush and leave.

Right.

What's the latest word
on England and France?

Well, Chamberlain is addressing
Parliament tonight.

My guess is, the war will be on
by the time you get back.

Maybe it'll be over.

In Poland...

perhaps.

Oh, Lord. For how long?

If the clippers keep flying,
I'll be back by the 15th.

- When do you go?
- I leave for Rotterdam at 8.

Tonight! You mean we don't
even get to go to the opera?

Oh, damn!

What about that galoot
that Buord wished on us?

Not your problem. Bill has
his file and Sally will entertain him.

And what if France and England
declare war?

Wouldn't that be peachy,
me alone in Berlin,

- in the middle of a war?
- I'll get back

through Lisbon or Copenhagen.
I'll get back, Rhoda.

At least you'll see Madeline and
I guess Byron's safe enough in Siena,

if Italy does stay out of it.

Byron will be all right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry
I threw my little fit, dear.

You know me.

Two days have passed since
the German army attacked Poland.

England and France
have not yet moved.

The British ambassador
has just delivered a message

to Ribbentrop's official interpreter,
Paul Schmidt, at the foreign ministry.

Schmidt is rushing the secret paper

to Hitler and his advisers
at the chancellery.

- Well?
- Ribbentrop!

Just the essentials.

"This government's note of September
1 notified the German government

"that unless German troops
were withdrawn from Poland

"Great Britain intended to fulfill
its obligations to Poland.

"No reply has been received.

"German attacks upon Poland
have intensified.

"Unless not later than 11 AM today
satisfactory assurances

"have reached His Majesty's
government in London,

"a state of war will exist between
the two countries as from that hour."

What now?

I assume the French will hand in
a similar ultimatum within the hour.

If we lose this war,

may God have mercy on us.

In two months

Poland will be finished.

Then we'll have a great peace
conference with the Western powers.

I shall now go to the front.

What is this?

There is bad Polack, there is good
Polack. This time, very bad Polack.

He wants our automobile.

Hold on here.
Let me talk to this guy.

Careful!

I'm an American Naval officer
returning to the embassy in Warsaw.

This American girl is my fianc�e,
and these people are her family.

He says American
officer never marry Jew.

- He does not believe you.
- Passport!

Briny, don't go with him!

It�ll be OK. I'll be right back.
Keep everybody quiet.

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