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I'll take that.

It's all right. It belongs to me.

If you say so. Thanks.

Pamela.

Pamela?

Pamela.

Pamela, dear.

This is Pug's favorite reading lamp.

I'm going to a tea

so I can't stay very long.

This is nice of you, Rhoda,

but I can manage the unpacking myself.

Oh, it's no bother.

I hope you're not too uncomfortable

setting up housekeeping

in Hack's old apartment.

It's a bit odd trading off this way.

Hack loved the house, and I

The lawyers thought it would be a good way

to settle up Pug's share,

though I, uh

I am surprised he accepted it.

Well,

I think he just wanted to end the squabbling.

Have you heard from him lately?

Yes, he expects to be relieved soon.

He said it's like the fourth quarter

of a football game,

when they start sending in the substitutes.

That sounds just like him.

Lord knows what part of the globe

they'll ship him off to next.

He's requested duty here in Washington

after we're married.

Washington.

Well, maybe an old dog

can learn a new trick or 2.

Can't you see this room is crammed?

Please take it somewhere else.

In there would be fine.

I, uh...

I have all these boxes and things, uh...

Identified by number on this sheet.

It shouldn't take us any time at all.

Here's your copy.

Come along, dear.

Oh.

Now don't bother to open 7, 8, and 9.

They're books.

No matter how you arrange them,

he'll growl.

Uh, 3, and, um... 4

winter civilian things.

That's sweaters, suits, overcoats and such.

They're mothballed.

Send them out to be cleaned in September,

and they'll be fine.

Boy, could you move

some of these things for us?

We have got to get this cleared up.

Oh.

Oh, Pug had this cashmere jacket made

in Hong Kong.

He thought he was being incredibly extravagant.

Now he hardly ever wears it.

Guilt, I think.

Don't let him fool you.

Under that exterior,

he's as vain as a peacock.

Oh... no.

No, Pamela, no.

Let's see, now where did I see those?

Oh.

Here they are.

You always have to put the shoetrees in.

Now, Pug likes his shoes to be just so.

But would he take 5 seconds

to put the shoetrees in?

Never. Not him.

Away from the navy, he's

Somewhat of an absent-minded professor.

You'd never expect that of Pug Henry, would you?

Uh...

Let's see, that leaves the box

Well, let's just get at it, shall we?

We're just about done.

Do you need anything else?

No, that will be all. Thank you.

Well, it's, uh

It's difficult separating the herring

from the backbone, as you might say.

There are some things Pug and I really share.

One of us will have to do without.

It can't be helped.

Mementos, pictures, things like that.

Pug can have anything I've kept back.

I'll take anything he doesn't want.

I can't be fairer than that, can I?

No. Certainly not.

Well, let's dig in.

Oh.

The house we lived in Manila.

That's Pug tutoring Byron.

Briny was 12 then.

Oh, it's Madeline

at her 7th birthday party.

There's the proud papa

helping her blow out the candles.

He would spoil her rotten.

I had a really tough time

deciding about this one, I can tell you.

Maybe,

Maybe Pug found it too painful.

I don't know.

I love it.

I made it for him.

He never uttered a single word about it.

You'll find him a tough man

to figure out sometimes.

Well, anyway,

here it is.

He can have it if he wants it.

Rhoda, I'm sure he wouldn't want you

to give up such things.

There's more. Plenty more.

I have my share.

You accumulate lots in 30 years.

And you don't have to tell me anything

about what I've given up.

Why don't we store the rest of this

in the spare room?

Where is it?

Don't you know?

No, I've never been here before.

Here, I'll, uh...

I'll help you with these,

and then I'll be on my merry way.

A lovely kitchen.

Bet you found it filthy.

I did have to scrape and scrub some.

Bachelors, you know.

Men, my dear.

Still, there's a difference

between army and navy.

I found that out.

The spare room.

My lord.

It is really shabby in here.

Why in the world didn't you have Hack

put on a fresh coat of paint?

It's simpler just to close it off.

I don't really need it.

No, of course you don't.

Hack and I are finding

separate rooms very handy.

Rhoda, I don't understand something.

You said you'd never been here before.

I haven't.

Why not?

Well,

before Hack and I were married,

I wouldn't have dreamed of coming

to his bachelor lair.

And afterwards,

I wanted no part of his memories here.

Do I have to draw you a picture?

No.

Fine magnolia tree.

And these old apartment buildings

really are the best.

Why do you suppose

that flag is at half mast?

Is it?

Something to do with the war maybe.

I'll put on the radio.

Chief Justice Stone Is on the way

to the White House

to administer the oath of office

to Vice President Harry Truman.

Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt Is flying

to warm springs, Georgia,

to accompany the President�s body

on the journey back to the Capital.

Is the President

the President�s death to a stroke.

Mr. Truman is expected to issue a full statement

following his swearing in.

Reactions from around the world

have been pouring in.

The White House switchboard

has been flooded with calls,

as a whole nation searches for means

to express its grief.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt's death

brings to an end the longest term

Roosevelt,

Dead.

I mean, it's like the end of the world.

I knew him.

I... I sat next to him at dinner

at the White House.

What a charmer he was.

You know what he said to me?

He said,

Rhoda...

not many men deserve a wife

as beautiful as you

But Pug does.

He was just being nice, you know.

But he looked at me

as though he really meant it.

Oh, what about the war?

Truman is a nobody.

I mean, it's... it's a nightmare.

It's ghastly.

Hack said he left some booze here.

Yes, he did. Lots.

You know what?

Let's just have a good stiff drink

of scotch, dear.

Then I just think I'll go home.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt is dead.

A nation and the whole of the free world

Is plunged Into mourning.

Perhaps the most apt tribute will be paid

by the men who fought the great crusade

under his leadership,

veterans of Montecassino,

the Solomons slot,

the bulge, Midway, and Iwo Jima.

They will say,

he was the commander in chief,

not only of our armed forces,

but of our whole generation.

Ready!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

As the American President Is laid to rest,

Winston Churchill rises in parliament.

What an enviable death was his.

He had brought his country

through the worst of its perils

and the heaviest of its toils.

Victory had cast

its sure and steady beam upon him.

In the days of peace,

he had broadened and stabilized

the foundations of American life and union.

In war, he had raised the strength,

the might, and glory of the great republic

to a height never attained

by any nation in history.

9 days later, April 22, 1945,

the Red Army,

Including elements of the first polish division,

smashes through the outer defenses of Berlin.

By 2 p. m.,

the German capital Is all but surrounded,

and Adolf Hitler,

the German warlord

who once bestrode Europe

from the Atlantic to the Volga,

had now been reduced

to plotting grand strategies

to relieve the beleaguered capital

with divisions, tank brigades,

even whole armies

that exist only in his fevered imagination.

What is going on?

We have been trying to reach the Steiner army

since yesterday.

My patience is not limitless!

The telephone lines, they keep breaking down.

If I do not hear from Steiner

within 15 minutes,

somebody will be shot.

Lieutenant General Hans Krebs,

Adolf Hltler's latest chief

of the general staff.

Well?

Unfortunately, mein Fuhrer

It has been confirmed.

What has?

There can be no Steiner attack.

Everybody out!

Out!

Out!

Out!

Keitel, Bormann,

Krebs,

Jodl!

Stay!

This is the end!

Treachery, incompetence, cowardice!

The end! The end!

I shall kill myself!

My decision is irrevocable!

Do not say these words.

Betrayed!

Double-crossed!

Deceived!

Surrounded by liars!

I can...

I can no longer go on.

I shall die in Berlin!

The war is lost.

Lost! Lost! Lost!

Stupid, incompetent idiots!

Lost. It's lost!

You stupid idiots and fools!

You can't call yourselves generals.

You're idiots!

Nincompoops!

Swine!

It's all

Treachery!

Lies! Corruption!

Everybody is

Against me!

Mein Fuhrer, if you lose faith,

then indeed all is lost.

Bormann is right, mein Fuhrer.

However,

it is not too late

if you will go immediately to Berchtesgaden.

From the alpine redoubt, you can direct

the final defense of our country.

No.

Those who wish to go south

may do so.

I shall remain here,

in Berlin,

and,

When the time comes,

I shall shoot myself.

My decision is irrevocable.

Mein Fuhrer, if we go,

if you don't have your leadership staff with you,

how can you direct the war from here?

Goering will take over command

down there.

Mein Fuhrer,

no soldier will fight for him.

What do you mean, fight?

There's precious

little more fighting

to be done.

April 25, 1945.

At the town of Torgau, on the Elbe river,

the Russians and Americans finally meet

In the heart of Germany.

And finally,

the last of the Nazi death camps

are overrun.

Dachau.

Sachsenhausen.

Schlossenburg.

Bergen-Belsen.

Mauthausen.

Ravensbruck.

Nordhausen.

But to the end,

the Germans continued to try to destroy

the evidence of their crimes.

What the hell is this?

Sergeant, take a squad

and check it out.

Yes, sir.

Nolan, come on with me.

Yes, Sergeant.

Kelly, grab your men.

Come with me.

Put 2 on the engine

and 2 on the other side.

You 2, on the engine.

You 2, on the other side.

You smell that?

Let's get this thing open.

Oh, my god.

Look at this.

The damn krauts must have just gone off and left them.

See if these other cars

have any people in them.

Check them out.

There's more in here.

Sergeant, look at this.

My god, Krebs,

they've reached the Tiergarten,

and I've seen artillery fire

from positions along the river Spree.

Yes, and here we are squarely in the middle,

as is our underground warrior.

What in heaven's name, Heinz?

Why have I been sent for?

Why does he do anything?

I gather it's some sort of new assignment.

Anyway, I'm glad you're here.

Your sanity's badly needed.

These papers.

Yes. We've been burning everything

since the Goering and Himmler betrayals.

Betrayals?

You didn't know?

No, I've been returning

to these headquarters in the north.

Goering wired an ultimatum from Salzburg,

saying it was time for him

to take over full control of them

so that he might negotiate a peace

with the Allies.

Of course it instantly got him arrested.

Fat boy

Is kaput.

And Himmler?

This one the Fuhrer found out about just tonight

from the BBC.

Heinrich has been secretly negotiating

for peace with the west

on his own

through the Swedes.

Now our leader's

just wandering around down there,

raving about the Jews.

Let us go down,

Into the asylum.

I do not understand, Hess.

Where is everyone?

Gone. Scattered.

Every man for himself.

Keitel and Jodl have already gone south.

We are among the last.

Frau Braun.

Frau Goebbels.

Dr. Goebbels' children.

Goebbels moved in the whole family.

He's decided they will all die

with the Fuhrer when the time comes.

All of them?

Frau Braun, also?

Oh, yes, to desengel.

The angel of death.

That's what enlisted men call her.

She came in a week ago.

She has decided to die with him, too.

Well, see you at our midnight briefing

If we are both alive.

I've been surrounded from the onset

by traitors, incompetents, and liars.

I should have won this war.

I did not make a single mistake.

My plans were... flawless.

The army let me down.

The party let me down.

The German people let me down.

You, too, have lied to me.

Speer confessed the demolitions

were never carried out!

Well, such sabotage of my orders!

It's mutiny,

and mutineers are shot!

Mein Fuhrer, I did only

what I believed to be right.

What I believed to be right

for the German people.

I've pardoned Albert Speer

because of his services to the Reich,

and I'll spare you

because contrary to the nature

of your whole damned breed,

you...

Have, on the whole, been

A... loyal...

General.

I now appoint you operations officer

for the final defense of the chancellery.

Yes, mein Fuhrer.

But...

As soldier to soldier.

I have a.

Last request to make

as I give you this grave responsibility

for the defense of the Zitadelle.

I Must, under no circumstances,

be captured alive.

I know there is not much time left,

but should you...

Feel the military situation to be such

that we can no longer hold...

For more than...

24 hours...

You are to report this to me... at once.

This is...

A personal request.

It is also an order.

I understand, mein Fuhrer.

My life is now in your hands.

Yes.

Of course.

And so, with the end almost upon him,

Adolf Hitler begins

the final decisions of his life.

To prevent a last treachery

by the duplicitous Himmler,

he will have the cyanide capsules

left for him by the Reichsfuhrer

tested on his faithful dog Blondie.

[Speaking German]

Then, shortly after midnight,

he formally marries his mistress Eva Braun.

[Singing in German]

Later that night,

as he retires to his quarters

to dictate his last will and testament,

Adolf Hitler will state.

My wife and I choose to die

in order to escape

the shame of overthrow

or capitulation.

Hmm.

Moreover...

We do not wish to fall into the hands

of an enemy

who requires a news spectacle

organized by the Jews

for the amusement of the hysterical masses.

Therefore...

It is my wish... our wish...

to be... burnt...

Immediately on the spot where I have performed

the greater part

of my daily work

in the service of my people.

It will be 4 a. m. Before the supreme warlord

finishes his political statement.

It rambles from one subject to another.

He appoints Admiral Durnitz to succeed him

at the head of the new Reich government.

He praises the common German soldier

and again curses the general staff

for having betrayed him.

But in the end,

he'll continue to hammer away

at his one guiding obsession.

The Jews alone,

bear the responsibility,

Not only for the millions

dead on the battlefield

and in the bombed cities,

But for their own fate,

which they brought on themselves.

They started the war.

They caused misery and death to millions

of Europe's Aryan peoples.

Therefore...

They had to pay.

Though my means were far more humane

than they deserved,

I demand all Germans,

all nationalist socialist men.

To the last,

he is the fanatical,

hate-filled street agitator.

He is proud that he has never weakened,

and above all, he will conclude...

I enjoin the leaders of the nation

and those under them

to uphold the racial laws to their full extent.

And to oppose mercilessly

the universal poisoner of all peoples,

International jewry!

And so In these last words,

Adolf Hitler proudly confirms

that although he had many accomplices,

It was he himself

who brought about the final solution.

The following day,

April 30th, 10 a. m.,

advanced Russian units

penetrate to the street next to the chancellery,

scant yards from the bunker.

The end of the third Reich

can now be counted in hours.

Roehm.

Mein Fuhrer.

As previously instructed,

I must now report

that I am no longer able to guarantee

that the battle-worn and exhausted troops

who are still defending the Zitadelle

Are able to hold on for a further 24 hours.

A final assault by a large number of tanks

can be anticipated

no later than dawn tomorrow morning

The first day of May.

You will no doubt appreciate, mein Fuhrer,

the significance of this date

for the Russian soldier.

Yes.

I know.

That is all.

Thank you.

[Speaking German]

[Speaking German]

You have escaped.

We are left behind.

A nation,

A nation which must pay for your crimes,

And it will pay,

Heavily.

Why?

Why did we do it?

Lay waste to a whole continent

and all in the name

of a lunatic, hysterical despot.

The question will, I imagine,

be asked,

For a thousand years.

Armin von Roon will be taken prisoner

and serve 21 years in prison.

Albert Speer will serve 21 years in prison.

Joseph Goebbels will commit suicide.

His wife will poison her 6 children

and commit suicide.

Heinrich Himmler will be captured by the British

and commit suicide.

Alfred Jodl and Wilhelm Keitel

will be hanged.

Hermann Goering will escape hanging

by committing suicide.

The chancellery will fall on May 1 st.

Berlin will capitulate 2 days later.

The final disposition

of Adolf Hitler's charred remains

is not certainly known to this day.

[Knock]

Mail's here.

Oh, thanks, Jonesy.

Dear Briny, this letter is long overdue.

We'd better have It out about dad and mom.

You're so misinformed, It's pitiful.

We have an incredible father.

He'll go to the grave

without breathing a word against mom.

Your resentment of the divorce

and his engagement to Pam Tudsbury

Is plain dumb.

You don't know certain facts.

Do you remember Fred Kirby,

the big, tall engineer you all met in Berlin?

That's all she'll take, Mr. Philby.

Very well.

Should I go below

and tell the skipper?

No, thanks, I'll do it.

Besides, I want some coffee.

Captain.

Skipper, is everything all right?

Everything's fine. What's up?

We're all finished fueling.

We're ready to go.

I'll be topside soon.

Oh, Tom.

Would you get this to the fleet post office

in time for the next mainland mail?

Pretty important, eh?

Yeah, pretty important.

Do you, Pamela Tudsbury,

take this man, Victor Henry,

to be your lawfully wedded husband,

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to have and to hold

from this day forward

until death do you part?

I do.

The ring, Admiral Henry?

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Admiral Henry, sir.

I was asked to deliver this

from Admiral King's office.

Very well.

And congratulations, Admiral.

Mrs. Henry.

Well, there's a memorable first.

The first time I've ever been called Mrs. Henry.

I rather like it.

What is it?

It seems I'm wanted at the White House.

Admiral Victor Henry, Mr. President.

Well... Admiral Henry.

Buzz me the minute Mr. Burns arrives.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for coming, Henry.

My pleasure, Mr. President.

I need a naval aide, Admiral.

Now, Harry Hopkins and Admiral Leahy

have both recommended you.

Would you like the job?

Very much, Mr. President.

You're hired.

Well, that does our business.

Sit down, Admiral.

I wish all the transactions

in this office were that simple.

It's in the nature of things

that the military and the President

don't see eye-to-eye.

Let's get this straight.

Who will you work for,

me or the navy?

You're my Commanding Officer, sir.

Good enough.

If I think you're wrong

in a disagreement with the navy,

I will tell you.

That's what I want.

Just remember that the military can be wrong, too.

Very wrong.

What's wrong with those Russians?

You had duty there.

Why won't they stick to their agreements?

In my experience, they usually have.

Is that so? You're dead wrong.

Stalin agreed at Yalta

to hold free elections in Poland.

He's reneging on the deal.

Churchill's up in arms, and so am I.

I told Molotov how I felt.

He said he'd never been talked to like that.

I said, "keep your agreements, then. "

[Intercom buzzes]

Yes.

Mr. Burns is here.

Well, it's about time.

That's it. Duty calls, Admiral.

I'm told you've just been married.

Yes, Mr. President.

You'll want a few weeks for your honeymoon.

I'm ready to report for duty.

Well, very good. The sooner, the better.

Is your bride a Washington lady?

No, sir. An English woman.

I look forward to meeting her.

Thanks, Mr. President.

Well, was it worth delaying our honeymoon?

Victor!

He's putting me to work

as his naval aide.

Oh, Victor!

You'll be here in Washington, then.

He wants me to start immediately.

No honeymoon?

I'm afraid not, not for a while, anyway.

In that case, Victor Henry, take me home.

Take me home before your damn navy

gets any more ideas.

Mmm.

My god.

I can't get used to seeing you like this.

You look 30.

I don't function like 30.

More?

Yeah.

Good.

You know what this reminds me of?

No, what?

That meal you scavenged up

after I flew over Berlin in '41.

Steak, salad, chianti,

and that wonderful bread you found.

Called yourself a London alley cat, if I recall.

Well, it's not every London alley cat

that lands herself an American Admiral

and naval aide to the President.

[Telephone rings]

Oh, damn!

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

Yes. Yes, he is. Just a minute.

It's Rhoda.

Yes, Rho, what is it?

Wait a minute. Let me get a pencil.

Oh?

No, no. Never mind.

I'll take care of it from here.

Of course. And I'll let you know.

What is it?

Natalie Henry, German internee.

Hospitalized army facility airport.

Condition critical.

Malnutrition, typhus.

American Red Cross, Germany.

Yes. This is Admiral Victor Henry,

naval aide to President Truman.

I'd like to speak

with the Surgeon General's office, please.

May 8, 1945.

V-E day

Victory in Europe.

After almost 6 years of war,

the guns have finally fallen silent

across half the globe.

Our gratitude to our splendid Allies.

Winston Churchill�s message to his people

Is a simple one,

almost the last before he falls from power.

The evildoers are now prostrate before us.

God bless you all.

This is your victory.

And we must now

devote all our strength and resources

to the completion of this great task,

both at home and abroad.

Advance Britannia!

Long live the cause of freedom.

God save the King.

President Harry S. Truman

addresses the American people.

This is a solemn, but glorious hour.

The flags of freedom fly all over Europe.

I only wish that Franklin D. Roosevelt

had lived to witness the day.

Now we must turn our efforts

to the great tasks ahead.

First, to win the war in the Pacific

and then, to win the peace.

Have one of these!

Here's a tomato, man.

That's a while back.

Better than that slop we've been eating.

No... no, operator. No, Mrs. Harrison Peters.

Foxhole road.

Yeah, Peters.

Did you check information?

Why don't you give your dad a call?

I don't know where he's stationed.

No... no, just never mind, all right?

Thank you.

Come on, skipper.

There's big doings at the officers' club tonight.

A homecoming wingding. How about it?

Captain?

No, Tom, you go.

I've got some business

to take care of.

Yes, sir. He requests to see the Admiral.

Lieutenant Commander Henry.

Yes, sir.

Go on up, sir.

Thank you.

Henry, are telling me

you're going over my head to chief of operations

on a personal matter, claiming the highest urgency?

Admiral, here it is.

You may want to court-martial me for desertion.

I'm going to see my wife

and find my son if he's alive.

Please give me orders to enable me to do this.

If I find them and the war's still on,

I'll take an FM submarine

into Tokyo bay if you want me to.

You have one hell of a nerve.

Whatever your personal hardship,

I don't appreciate being told off.

Sorry, Admiral.

If your combat record

wasn't the most outstanding one in the fleet,

I'd see you in the brig!

Yes, sir.

Well,

I'll ascribe your insubordination

to combat fatigue.

Now, as it happens,

I have a letter here from the CNO.

Where the devil is it?

Ah, here it is.

The CNO wants a team of experienced skippers

to inspect captured U-boats in Germany.

The preliminary reports

Show these boats to be better than ours.

Hmm, embarrassingly so.

The only way to get the real dope

is to go out with those kraut skippers

and operate them.

You know any German, Henry?

Yes, sir. Some.

Interested?

Admiral,

I'd be so grateful.

You have the operational background.

You'll have to qualify your relief

on the FM sonar first.

Give him a week of runs

in the dummy field on Molokai.

Sir?

Thank you,

and god bless you.

Say, Byron, uh.

Sir?

How did your FM sonar really perform out there?

Smooth as oil, sir.

Got us through those jap minefields, no sweat.

Greatest thing since canned beer.

[Alarm sounds]

What on earth.

Sorry, honey.

Duty calls.

Ohh...

Is this it?

This is it.

Hello, sir.

Well, hello, Simon. Good to see you.

Good to see you.

How's Madeline?

Fine, sir.

How's it going?

They expect the weather to break by 0530.

Oppenheimer and Fermium have been on the horn

to meteorology all night.

They look pretty nervous.

Don't they, though?

How about some coffee and a doughnut?

Certainly.

Peters?

Hi, Groves. Coffee?

You know Lieutenant Commander Anderson.

General.

Anderson... you're in fusing, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Tell me something.

Is that contraption going to go off?

Oh, it'll go off, sir.

I only hope it'll never be used.

If it works, it'll damn well be used.

If we don't have to invade Hangzhou,

it'll save half a million American lives.

And even more Japanese.

General, what's the latest?

The weather's still lousy, Alby.

But I've given the word to go.

We're rollin'.

That's the best news I've heard all night.

Give us a minute.

Sam, tell the General what you told me.

General Peters.

Enrico.

That Dr. Fermi.

There's a man with a strange sense of humor.

How's that?

They say he's actually taking bets

as to whether this thing

sets the atmosphere on fire

and incinerates the earth.

General, nobody knows exactly

what this thing will do.

Not Oppenheimer,

and not Fermi.

All observers kneel in the bunkers,

back to the blast.

Close your eyes.

Cover your eyes with your hands.

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with the protective glasses provided to you.

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Zero.

"I am become death,

the shatterer of worlds. "

Hi.

I got your letter from Guam.

Good to see you, Briny.

It's good to see you, dad.

Hello, Byron.

You know something?

I'll be damned

if I'm going to call you mama.

How about Pamela?

That'll work.

Is there any news?

She's in a convalescent hospital in Paris.

I guess she's on the mend.

Here.

From Natalie.

I'm a little better.

Berel came to Thereslenstadt

and got Louis last July.

Later I received this picture of him

on a farm outside of Prague.

He looks well, doesn't he?

Avram says we'll find him.

I love you.

Natalie.

He looks wonderful, doesn't he?

He certainly does.

Yeah.

This man Rabinowitz was in Paris

with a Jewish rescue outfit.

His people were with the troops that found Natalie.

That's how he got involved.

They think the train

was on the way to Buchenwald.

What about Aaron?

Rabinowitz says he,

Went to the gas.

I need a flight to Germany.

I have to report to Swinemunde

before my leave starts.

I'm flying to Berlin tomorrow

to get red-hot dope for the President

at the Potsdam conference.

Maybe I could get you a ride.

Berlin's perfect if you can swing it.

I, uh, tried to reach mom several times

from San Francisco.

No luck.

You know her. She stays pretty busy.

Is she ok?

From what I've seen, she's fine.

Dinner's at 6:00, Byron.

I'll be there.

No, thank you.

You didn't say how

lunch went with your mother.

Oh, it was all right, I guess.

No. She's drinking too much.

Yeah, she has her spells.

What do you call too much?

2 scotch and sodas before lunch,

2 bottles of wine with lunch,

which she polished off herself.

That's too much.

I know she was tense about meeting you.

She told me so.

What are your plans?

First, I'm going to see Natalie.

Then I'll talk to Rabinowitz

about looking for Louis.

If there's anything I can do to help

while I'm over here,

be sure and let me know.

I will.

If he's alive, I'm going to find him.

If it takes the rest of my life,

I'll find him.

It won't be easy, Byron.

Hundreds of thousand of homeless children

are roaming Europe.

Some of them have become savages

wolves.

Their parent were killed,

and they learned to live by stealing.

There are gangs of them.

Where's the best place to start?

Here.

Start in Paris.

The joint distribution committees,

they are the best choice.

Then I would go to Geneva.

Big card files are being assembled on kid there.

The Red Cross,

the world Jewish congress

kids all over Europe.

Why not straight to Prague?

He ought to turn up there.

I went to Prague.

Checked all the DP centers.

I went to that farmhouse where they took him in.

It's burned down now.

Everything's overgrown and wild.

Only one farmer would talk.

He said he remember the little boy,

but he doesn't know what happened to him.

So, it's, um... it's tough.

Kids can endure a lot,

and Louis is a strong kid

with plenty of spirit.

Avram,

How much do you know about what happened to Natalie?

More than I have time to tell you now.

Here.

This is the affidavit

she gave the war refugee board.

It's pretty complete.

I'll read it later.

No, read it now.

Read it.

You'll understand better when you see her.

God.

Well, Byron.

So it's you.

Natalie.

You look like a movie star.

I look ghastly, don't I?

No.

Not to me.

I should have gone with you in Marseilles.

Natalie, don't.

Avram saved my life you know.

You saved your own life.

I'll wait for you up there, Byron.

You can't leave. You can't leave me.

[Whispering]

Why don't we sit down?

Come on.

Your father wrote me lovely letters.

He's a fine man.

Did you get any of mine?

No.

Not that I remember.

My memory's not too good.

Not yet.

Not real letters.

I dream a lot, you know.

I dreamed about you a lot.

I dreamed letters, too.

But your father's letters were real.

I know that.

I'm sorry your parents broke up.

Well, my dad's happy, and my mom's ok.

Oh, good.

Of course I knew Pamela in Paris.

Strange, isn't it?

I suppose you know Slote's dead.

Yeah.

Pamela wrote me about him.

Dear heavens. Poor old Slote's, a parachutist.

He can't have been very good at it, could he?

I wasn't wrong to like him.

His heart was in the right place for a gentile.

I sensed that about him.

You

Really do look so

imposing.

Were you in any great danger?

You ask me that?

At least when I was in danger, I could fight.

Oh, I tried to fight.

I tried.

I tried.

I finally received my new passport.

It came yesterday.

Lord, that little book looked so good.

I'll bet it did.

I managed to keep my old one

for a long, long time.

Right up until Auschwitz.

Do you believe that?

That's where they took all my clothes away.

One of the girls in Canada

probably found it.

She probably traded it

for a nice big chunk of gold.

She probably... she...

She probably...

She probably...

I love you, sweetheart.

Byron, I'm sorry.

I'm just not in good condition yet.

The nightmares.

Nightmares.

Every single night, Byron.

Every night.

And all the drugs.

I get needles night and day.

Night...

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Natalie, I'm going to start looking for Louis tomorrow.

Oh, thank god.

Thank god.

How much time have you got?

About a month.

I'll see you as often as I can.

The main thing is you look for Louis.

He's alive.

I know he is.

Find him.

I will.

I swear, I will.

I love you too, Byron.

You're much

Much older.

Oh.

Oh, dear, already?

We haven't even talked about Aaron yet.

He was so brave, Byron.

The worse things got,

the braver he was.

He wasn't at all the man we knew in Siena.

He became very religious.

I'm glad you're here.

Forgive me. I'm in lousy shape.

I promise I'll be better next time.

Natalie.

Find Louis.

Find him.

Excuse me.

Attendez.

I want to check the following names

Louis Henry

Henry Louis

Henry Jastrow

Louis Jastrow

Ok, where do you keep your files?

The next room.

Thanks.

This one time Jewish quarter.

Now no Jewish. Nyet.

One time old people home.

Louis?

Heisst du Louis?

Nein.

You say I've seen all the places in Prague

where these kids are?

[Translating in Czech]

He will take you back to your hotel.

Thank you.

It's very sad about your son.

I hope you find him.

Not in Prague.

Nobody understands what I say.

I don't understand them.

You like me to come to your room?

But why?

I don't charge you.

I like Americans.

I like you, too, Katinka.

You're very pretty,

and you speak English, thank god, but

I don't think so.

[Speaking Czech]

Waiter!

Waiter!

He says something about homeless kids.

[Speaking Czech]

He says some children were taken to England.

How? Why?

[Speaking Czech]

He say RAF Sends Czech volunteers

back home to Prague.

Planes empty for going back,

so some people in England

arrange RAF To give children homes.

When did this happen?

[Translating in Czech]

[Speaking Czech]

2 or 3 weeks ago.

Couple of planes.

Where in England?

What else can you tell me?

[Translating in Czech]

He know nothing more.

He say maybe RAF Tell you.

Thanks.

Do you speak English?

Oh, yeah. Little bit.

I'm looking for Mr. Friedman.

End of the hall,

around the corner.

Thanks.

Wiedersehen.

Mister!

Yeah?

You looking for a boy?

I sure am.

Most of them look older

than my son would be.

Yes, I know.

Does he look familiar?

It's very difficult to say.

In the first group of 300.

There were only 17 under the age of 8.

Most of them boys, however.

Where could I see them?

The youngest are at bulldog's bank in Essex.

They needed a small, quiet place.

Lady Clark donated her cottage there.

Most generous of her.

Mr. Friedman, thank you very much.

I'm so very sorry.

Commander Henry.

Yes?

A word of advice.

Your uniform.

The younger children

many of them are still terrified of uniforms.

Thank you

[rings doorbell]

Well, we have 6 here.

We keep them in small groups,

then they have much more

individual attention.

As you can see, Commander Henry,

none of the boys resembles your son.

I'm sorry.

What's that little boy doing?

Oh, that's Danny Mensch.

He was separated from his parents at Theresienstadt.

He's playing at killing Germans.

Over and over again he plays it.

Hey, it's ok, Danny.

It's ok now.

Bist du mein?

He's asking are you his.

He asks everyone the same question.

No.

Nein.

The other smaller children

are being cared for at Weir Courtney,

Sir Benjamin Drake's estate in Surrey.

I'll phone ahead and tell them you're coming.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I wish there was some way

I could help.

Those children are very lucky, Commander.

They're being loved and cared for.

Besides, they're alive.

Did you know that towards the end at Auschwitz

the Germans didn't bother

to gas many of the children first.

They just threw them alive into the furnaces.

As I said,

our children are the very lucky ones.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Commander Henry,

pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Goldberger, thanks for seeing me.

You are looking for a child?

A Jewish child?

Yes. His mother's Jewish.

She survived Theresienstadt and Auschwitz.

I, um, I have a picture.

His is him taken 11/2 years ago.

Come.

[Singing]

Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti...

No, wait. Wait, wait.

[Speaking German]

It's him.

Hello Avram.

Hello Natalie.

Well what's your important message?

Byron telephoned me

Yes.

Natalie.

Natalie he found him.

Hi.

Hi.

He looks fine.

Hello Lewis.

Avram how's Natalie?

How did she take it?

It was very emotional for her

but she's fine today,

and waiting for both of you.

Good.

Let's go.

Yeah.

You've heard about all of that?

Sure.

I guess it's all over isn't it?

Yes, I guess so.

That's quite a story

about how you found him.

Very lucky.

Yeah, pure luck,

or god.

Natalie says she's ready to go home

now you've got him.

She thinks she'll recuperate better there.

Good.

But she won't go to Germany

that I can tell you.

I don't expect her to.

Byron, she said more than once to me

that if she ever found Lewis

she would take him to Palestine.

Look,

she doesn't know what she'll do, all right?

First, she has to get well.

Would you go with her if she did?

All I know is

that once I'm demobilized

I will never be separated from this kid.

He seems to be very quiet.

He doesn't talk.

What do you mean?

Just that.

He doesn't smile

and he doesn't talk.

He hasn't said a word to me yet.

I had a hell of a time getting him released.

They had him classified as

psychologically disabled

but he's fine.

I mean he understands anything you say.

He obeys, he just doesn't talk.

Lewis,

[speaking German].

Avram, let him be for now all right?

Look they told me

a lot of kids react this same way.

They said they're sending a group of these

psychological cases off to Canada next week.

He's lucky I got there when I did.

God knows if we ever

could have traced him there.

What's the story on him?

There's not much.

From what I was able to gather

he was picked up in the woods near Prague

where the Germans took

a lot of Jews and Czechs

and shot them.

The bodies were just lying around.

That's where someone found him...

with the bodies.

Look Lewis.

There's momma.

Go on.

Lewis.

Go on sweetheart.

Go on.

Lewis?

Lewis.

Lewis.

Lewis.

You came back.

You came back.

Byron,

you can do anything can't you?

[Singing in Yiddish]