All language subtitles for War and Remembrance - Part 8

A Jew's journey,
November 25, 1943.

Theresienstadt,
Czechoslovakia...

The paradise ghetto...

The most fantastic
and monstrous hoax

in the history
of the world.

After a lapse of months,

I resume this journal
at the risk of my life.

If this were found,

I would be taken outside
the ghetto walls

to the dreaded prison

known as the
little fortress,

and there in
the SS dungeons

and torture chambers,

I would die a
frightful death.

But I undertake this risk

because there are things
I must bear witness to...

terrible things,

things that must
be recorded.

Theresien itself is
an old army town.

From the outside,
quite a pretty place

with its picturesque stone
houses and barracks.

That is, If one does not
look beyond the walls

at the crowds
of sick, hungry,

and dying inhabitants.

The cafes and
nightclubs do exist.

There's nothing
to eat or drink,

but comedians and
musicians abound.

Operas, lectures,
concerts, and plays

do go on.

I've even
lectured myself.

Shop windows full
of goods stolen

from the half-dead
throngs drifting by,

but naturally,
nothing is for sale.

This colossal fraud

helps support
the Nazi claims

that the Jewish
camps in the east

are all like
Theresienstadt,

just not quite
so luxurious.

In reality, it
is like a town

on the edge of
a disaster area

overrun with refugees,

except that the
disaster keeps mounting,

and the refugees
keep piling in,

their numbers
relieved only

by the enormous
dally mortality rate

from starvation
and disease.

But the most
terrifying aspect

is the fearful black cloud

that hangs over every
Jew in Theresienstadt...

transport to the east.

For the paradise ghetto

is really nothing
but a transient camp,

what they call
a schleuse...

a sluice or floodgate
to the east.

What happens to those

who are shipped
to the east...

Nobody knows.

However, certain
people are exempt...

Jewish officials,

decorated war veterans,

and people in special
work like my library

and the place where
Natalie works...

the mica factory.

It is hell, that place,

but Natalie has
become used to lt.

Natalie has changed.

She is no more an
American jewess

terrified of falling
into German hands.

Her whole being has
a single focus now...

to make it through
with Louis. To live.

Separated from her
in the toddlers' home

and its several
hundred children,

regimented by
strange women

in this damp, dark,
old stone house

where the mortality
is terrible,

Louis is thriving
like a weed.

Whether his travels
have hardened him,

or, as Natalie
often thinks,

the cross-breeding
of the tough Jastrows

and the tough henrys

has produced a
Darwinian supersurvivor,

Louis is blazing
with vitality.

Louis. Louis.

Mommy!

Wie gehts?

Guten abend. Es geht gut.

I've got potato soup.

Oh, no.

From rotten
frozen potatoes

the SS kitchen threw out.

Specialty of Udam.
Delicious.

Come. Upstairs.

Mmm.

They want to have a
puppet show tonight

after the string quartet.

I have some new jokes.
Can we rehearse now?

I teach English
class at 7:00.

It's simple stuff.

It won't take long.

All right.

After the soup.

Eskimos are behind it.

I've known it all along.

And you're armies
are suffering defeats

on every front.

The Eskimos again!

Why can't they be stopped?

How many times have I
ordered them annihilated?

But, your highness,

there are so many of them,

and they will
not cooperate.

That's no excuse,
you incompetent!

If you can't
kill them all,

I'll find
someone who can!

Aaron, you should've
been there tonight.

Udam's new skit was
murderously funny.

Everybody loved it.

Udam's a
remarkable fellow,

we both know, Natalie,

but I warned
you before,

this is a very
dangerous business.

You think Germans care
how we amuse ourselves?

Aaron, what's this?

Where did these come from?

They arrived a while ago.

Epstein came with
them to explain.

Epstein himself?

Yes, the highest elder.

None other.

What did he say?

We're to go to SS
headquarters tomorrow,

but there's no danger.

It's a good sign.

We're due more
special privileges.

He swears that, Natalie.

Why do we have to go
to SS headquarters?

For an audience with
Standatenfuhrer Eichmann.

Eichmann?

Yes.

Quite an honor.

These clothes are rather
an encouraging sign.

Don't you think
so, Natalie?

Somebody at least wants
us to look our best.

Let's try to do that,
shall we, dear?

Start off by getting
a good night's rest.

Standatenfuhrer
Eichmann...

a remote, evil name

only whispered
around the ghetto.

Despite the modest rank,

a figure of terror

standing not far below
Himmler and Hitler.

I believe we are
about to find out

why we are in
Theresienstadt.

May god,
who owes nothing

to a stiff-necked
old heretic,

help me to protect
Natalie and Louis...

the one reason for
me to go on living.

You look very chic and
pretty, Mrs. Henry.

To see Herr Eichmann.

You like working at
the mica factory?

I am very glad to
be working there.

Your health?

Thank you, it's good.

Your son looks well.

It seems the children
of Theresienstadt

are well treated.

He's very well

and you, professor?

You were quite
ill in Paris.

I have recovered.

And your treatment
in Theresienstadt?

Good.

No complaints?

None.

Ah, good.

Good.

Well, I suppose the two
of you are wondering

why you are here.

Yes, sir, we are.

I will explain.

Your impetuous
flight from Italy

put us in a very
awkward position.

When you turned
up in Paris,

the Italian secret police

wanted to take you
back immediately.

Now, that would've
complicated negotiations

for the exchange of
the Baden-Baden group

and also would've
meant your deaths.

So, it occurred to me

that sending you
and your niece

to Theresienstadt,

while delaying
the Italians

by taking their demands
under advisement,

was the most
considerate solution.

Don't you agree,
professor?

We're very grateful
for your consideration

in the matter,
Herr Standaten...

yes. Good, .

Yes.

Well, I always try

to be as fair and
humane as possible

in carrying out the
strict Jewish policies

of the F�hrer...

Which, of course,
I totally agree with.

Now to the matter in hand.

Professor...

You are satisfied with
paradise ghetto, hmm?

Yes? Well, I am
not satisfied.

Oh, No. No. No. No.

Over the next three weeks,

we will see a great
beautification,

which you, as a very
special permanent,

will be part of

and you will benefit from.

You...

And your niece...

And her little son.

Oh, yes. Uh...

As part of the great
beautification,

the council of elders

is creating a new
department of culture,

and we want to
elect you an elder

to head this department.

Your fine lectures

and your fame as
an American author

make you the right man.

This was obviously
Eichmann's' idea.

The last thing I wanted

was to become one
of these elders,

who for a few privileges
inflict on fellow Jews

the harsh
decrees of the SS.

Well, professor?

May I inquire, sir,

have I any choice
in the matter?

If you do not have a
choice, Dr. Jastrow,

this whole conversation
has been pointless.

Now, I'm a very busy man.

It would seem a
fine job for you.

With respect, sir,
my health is frail,

and my work in the library

occupies much of my
time and energy.

If I may, sir,

I would like to decline.

Yes, of course you may.

We will say no
more about it.

There is one other
matter to be discussed.

We're also keeping
the little boy

from his playmates.

Who the devil do
you think you are?

And where do you
think you are?

Well?

Speak up!

I'll tell you
what you are.

You're nothing
but an old bag

of filthy Jewish scheisse!

Why, you stinking
old pile of garbage,

do you think you are
still in America?

You are in
Theresienstadt!

Understand?

Get this in that

stupid old thick head!

Get up on your knees!

Now tell me who you are.

Now...

Say what you are.

I am...

An old bag...

Of filthy...
Jewish scheisse.

Scream it, Jew.

Scream it at the
top of your lungs,

or I'll kick you
until you do scream!

I am an old bag...

Of filthy...
Jewish... scheisse!

All right.

Get up.

You.

Help him.

Pick up his glasses.

Please, don't worry.

I beg of you, please.

Don't worry.

No. It will be...

Will be...

Sit down

it will be...

So,

tell us about your niece's
filthy puppet shows

attacking the F�hrer.

Oh, yes. Yes, we
know about them

and the Talmud classes
you have been teaching

in defiance of the
rules of the camp,

offenses punishable
by death.

If I may be permitted...

silence!

By your crimes,

you have forfeited
any claim

to the status of
interned enemy alien.

You are just another
Theresienstadt Jew.

Do you understand?

Still...

You would be useful

as an elder in
charge of culture.

And your niece does
have a good report

from the mica factory.

So...

If I may be permitted
to reconsider,

I would be honored to
accept the post of elder.

Your acceptance in
entirely voluntary,

correct?

Of course, Herr
Standatenfuhrer.

Because you
will breathe nothing
different to anyone,

and if you do,

I shall find out,

and that will be
the end of you

and your niece...

And the brat.

As you order, Herr
Standatenfuhrer.

That is all.

My god, Aaron,
what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing.

I have accepted
Eichmann's' offer

to become the elder
in charge of culture.

What did they do to you?

It's all right, Aaron.

I understand.

God forgive me

for not letting
them kill me,

but If I died,

what hope would there be
for Natalie and Louis?

What hope is
there indeed?

It is now
painfully evident

in this public use
of my name and face,

that we are at last
hopelessly beyond

diplomatic rescue
of any kind.

Since leaving Siena,

I have carried a
well-concealed pouch,

as a last resort,

containing the
photocopied documents

of my earlier conversion
to Catholicism,

my ace in the
hole, as it were,

to save me from my
bad fate as a Jew.

But this morning,

for the first time
in perhaps 50 years,

I put on phylacteries

borrowed from a plous
old man next door.

I mean to do this

in all the days
remaining to me

on this sick and
stricken earth.

Taking it all in

from that moment
in my youth

when I turned my
back on my religion

until this morning

when I entered
SS headquarters,

I've spent my
life on the run.

Now I turn and stand.

I am a Jew.

Thus I answer
Eichmann.

Schiess ihnen!

Fertig...

Anyone else but
me, no, no, no

don't sit under
the apple tree

with anyone
else but me

till I come marching home

don't go walking
down lover's lane

with anyone else but me

anyone else but me

anyone else but
me, no, no, no

don't go walking
down lover's lane

with anyone else but me

till I come marching home

I just got word from
a girl who heard

from the girl
next door to me...

Poor Valentine.

Not having a nice time
at her own party.

How can you blame her?

Being married to that
one can't be easy.

Excuse me.

Bill's all right.

He just likes
ladies and booze

a little too much.

Yes.

Pity Captain Henry's
stuck downstairs.

Oh, you know Pug?

Quite well.

He and my father
were good friends.

Say, you know...

They should be ending
that meeting about now.

Why don't I see if
I can find him?

There's Commander Bryson.

Valentine!

Valentine!

Well.

So you made it.

Barely.

I'm glad.

Lucky I got
there when I did.

Almost missed him.

Think I'll go dancing.

Hey, hey, hey!

I like your general.

I like these people.

Everybody!
Everybody, let's see

how American general
drinks vodka.

Uh-oh. We could have
a problem here.

Fitzgerald's
not a drinker.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Is there more of this
vodka around here?

There's another
couple of bottles

in there, general.

Good.

Here goes one for
old glory, Pug.

Now.

General, we'll see

who can really
drink some vodka.

Commence.

Down the hatch.

Bottoms up.

Bottoms up.

Go, go, go, go!

You said he
wasn't a drinker.

Shows you what I know.

We should say goodbye
to our birthday girl.

Happy birthday, Valentine.

Good night,
General, my friend.

Good night, sir.

Oh.

Valentine.

Good night.

Captain, Miss Tudsbury.

It's a wonderful party.

Miss Tudsbury.

So you will marry
Air Vice Marshall

Lord Duncan Berne-Wilke,

who stole 40 air
cobras from us.

Him.

What was that?

I told him we were
good friends.

You're in Moscow,
dear lady,

because he got
you a visa.

Henry.

Ne buyt durakom.

Ne buyt durakom.

Ne buyt durakom!

Ne buyt durakom.

Don't be...

What? What's durakom?

Damn fool.

I see.

Morning.

You love me.

I don't change much.

I don't love Duncan.

Why are you marrying
a man you don't love?

Because I'm sick
of floating about.

Even more now Talky's
dead. Now I have nobody.

When will you leave?

Any time.

I'm packing in
the press job.

I'll go to India and
get on with life.

Stay a week.

What's a week?

Shall we be lovers?

You're engaged
to be married,

and I've got Rhoda.

Are you sure
you've got Rhoda?

What is it?

You want to
say something?

What is it?

When I met you at
the British Embassy,

you said you'd seen
Rhoda in Washington.

I did, several times.

Was she ever with
an army colonel

named Harrison Peters?
Tall, good-looking?

I've been getting
those damn letters.

I ignore them, but...

why read such filth?

I only opened one.
I threw the rest away.

But it mentioned Peters.

All right. I don't
know anything.

But one night at a dance,

I ran into Rhoda,

and she was with a
tall, attractive man

in an army uniform.

Peters.

It was very correct,
very casual.

She even introduced him.

You saw her several
times with him?

Uh...

Yes, once or twice,
on similar occasions.

A women can't go to
dances without escorts.

Where was this? When?

Tell me. I want to know.

Don't do this
to me, Victor.

You don't want my love.

It's hopeless. It
always has been.

Forget it. Let me
get on with my life.

Don't marry Duncan.

I must certainly will.

No.

Not till I find out
where Rhoda stands.

It makes no difference.
I'm committed to him.

I couldn't hurt him.

You don't love him.

Go back to your
wife, Victor.

There's a bond between you
that nothing can break.

Not since Warren died.

Will you stay the week?

All right.

I'll try.

The week.

November 28th, 1943,

the allied war leaders
gather in Teheran

to map out the next
historic phase of the war.

Overcoming Churchill's
last objections,

Franklin Roosevelt
pushes through

operation overlord,

the cross-channel
invasion of France.

It is set for the
spring of 1944.

Stalin, in return,

guarantees a synchronized
all-out smash

from the east.

Roosevelt also extracts
from Marshal Stalin

a promise of an
attack on Japan

once Germany
is defeated

and the Soviet
Union's pledge to join

a postwar United Nations.

In the space of three days

of round table meetings

lasting but a few hours,

Franklin Roosevelt gets

almost everything
he comes for.

It was perhaps
his finest hour.

That's a pretty
sober reception.

Uh, where's my
welcome home drink?

Byron,

there's a letter
from Natalie.

It was forwarded
by the Red Cross.

Theresien. Where is that?

Czechoslovakia,
near Prague.

I telephoned my
father about this.

He's talked to the
State Department.

Read your letter first.

September 7th.

That's almost
four months old.

Dearest Byron...

special privilege
for prominent,

monthly 100 word letter.

Louis, wonderful.
Aaron, all right.

My spirit's good.

Write here.

Red Cross food packages
extremely desirable.

Don't worry.

Theresienstadt special
haven for privileged.

We have second floor
sunny apartment,

best here.

Aaron librarian. Louis
kindergarten star.

Also chief troublemaker.

My war factory work
takes skill, not brawn.

Love you heart, soul.

Live for day
hold you in arms.

Telephone my mother.

Love...

Love, Natalie.

What did your
father find out?

You're to call
state right away.

I want to try to
call Slote, too.

Byron, what did
Natalie say?

Is she all right?

Read it...

Then tell me
what you think.

Yes, operator, I'd
like to place a call

to Washington D.C.,

the State Department

for a
Mr. Sylvester Aherne.

The number is
capital-4973.

Hmm, well, quite
a ray of light

your wife's letter
is, isn't it?

Reassuring, all in
all. Very reassuring.

That definitely gives us
something to work on.

What do you know
about this place?

Are my wife and
baby safe there?

After hearing from
Senator Lacuture,

I did some checking.

The red cross has no
record of any releases.

But the Jastrow
case is unique.

I'd prefer to
remain optimistic.

Oh, you would, would you?

What are you doing
about getting them out?

Please, lieutenant,

considering your
wife is Jewish,

traveling illegally in
German occupied territory,

she's fortunate to
be where she is.

Switch me to
Slote's office.

Ah, Leslie Slote.

Leslie resigned from
the State Department

quite a while ago.

Resigned?

Yes.

Where can I reach him?

I'm sorry. I can't say.

Excuse me, lieutenant.
I have another call.

Keep in touch,
by all means.

Yeah, thank you very much.

Good morning, Sir.

Good morning.

Hey, Mark.

Hey.

How's Janice?

She's good.

You been over
to comsubpac?

Yeah, admiral was ok.

Didn't have to
do a war dance

we got our electric
torpedoes,

and a target ship
for practice runs.

That's terrific.

A short turnaround,

and it's back to
the sea of Japan.

Tomorrow, captain's
inspection.

Friday, Admiral Nimitz
is coming aboard

to give the crew
a unit citation

for their first patrol.

Saturday, underway at 0600

for electric
torpedo exercise.

What are you
so down about?

I'm just trying to get
some word on Natalie.

Our phone from the
dock isn't hooked up.

Will you call Janice
while you're ashore

and have her meet me at
the "O" club at 2200?

Yeah, sure. You bet.

Thanks.

Byron, is that you?

I can hardly hear
you, it's so noisy.

Where are you?

Ok, well, get a pencil.

You going to need
to write this down.

Ready?

Leslie Slote
will be waiting

for your call
tomorrow at 1:00.

That's 7:00 a.m. Our time.

Give me the number.

It's ca-9164.

Got it.
Did you talk to him?

No, it was a Lieutenant
Commander Anderson

who tracked him down.

Do you know him?
Simon Anderson?

He's and old beau
of Madeline's.

He was at the house
when I called.

Byron, can you come
to lunch tomorrow?

No can do.

I've got captain's
inspection.

Well, call me back

and tell me
what Slote says.

I will. I will.

Briny, are you ok?

Yeah, yeah. I'm all right.

Thanks a lot.

Ok. Bye.

You're playing
games with Byron

while Natalie's in a
damn concentration camp.

Just shut up.

What do you think

that this little charade
of yours is all about?

Do you honestly think that
Byron needs protection

from the facts of life?

You know nothing
about Byron.

Besides, I didn't say

Natalie was in a
concentration camp.

Oh, yes, you did.

Czechoslovakia.
You said that.

You're too drunk to
know what I said.

I'm sorry you had a
disappointing patrol,

but don't take
it out on me.

I've got to
hand it to you.

You know that Byron's
half in love with you,

and that suits you fine.

And here we are,

hiding in some
damn hotel room...

so that you can keep

stringing
Uncle Briny along.

You're having your cake
and eating it, too.

How about I just go home?

How about you do

whatever the
hell you want to?

Byron, there's nothing
that anybody can do.

We don't know much
about Theresienstadt,

except that it does exist.

Maybe it is a
haven for her,

I just can't tell you.

Send her the letters

and the Red Cross
packages she asked for

and keep sinking Japs.

That's all you can do.

Going crazy doesn't help.

I am not going crazy.

Good. And neither am I.

Not anymore.

I'll tell you something
I've discovered.

Fighting a war

is the best way to forget
what it's all about.

That's a very novel
perception for me,

enormously illuminating.

Les, just tell
me the truth.

What are
Natalie's chances?

Byron...

She's in a
damnable situation.

She has been since Aaron
refused to leave Italy

back in '39,

and now...

The bat's in the fire.

But you know, Natalie's
tough and strong...

And clever.

Just fight the war, Byron.

Fight the war,

and try to put your
wife out of your mind.

And if you are a
praying man, pray.

I'll do some
checking myself.

If I hear anything,
anything at all,

I'll call you.

Bye. Thanks a lot.

Bye, Byron.

Is that all, Sir?

Yeah, Reid. That's all.

So how long will
you be in Houston?

Oh, about a week.

A week?

Well, we'll miss
Lucy's party then.

Can't be helped.

Honestly, Pug,

I thought this landing
craft assignment

would mean we'd see
more of each other.

So did I, Rho.

You might see more of

Janice and
little Vic, too.

She writes she's thinking
of moving to Washington.

Having a grandson around.

That will be nice.

She's talking about
going to law school.

She may even move in
with me for a while.

That's Sim. I'll get it.

Hi, hon.

Hi.

Come in and say
hi to my folks.

Ok.

Hello, Mrs. Henry.

Good evening, Sir.

Good evening.

You're still beached

at that new
weapons laboratory?

It's interesting
duty, Sir.

Heaven knows
what he's up to.

I can't pry a
hint out of him.

Get used to it, dear.
They're all alike.

Well, we got to run.

Nice seeing you again.

Good night.

You two enjoy yourselves.

I like that boy.

I had a long talk with
Madeline's last night.

It had to do with that
radio person Cleveland.

She was in tears.

Don't tell me he's
been phoning her again.

She's quit him, and
she's not going back,

so put away
your horsewhip.

The navy has
carried the day.

She expects
him to propose.

I hope she has the
sense to accept.

She'll pounce on him.

Of course she's paralyzed

about what to tell him
about her escapades

with Cleveland
and New York.

I hope you told her
tell him the truth.

Rho, what did
you tell her?

I told her, "wait
till he asks."

Rho...

Why don't we talk
about Hack Peters, huh?

Yes. Why not, dear?

Better fix us a couple
of stiff drinks.

While I was gone, you saw
quite a bit of him, right?

Yes, I did,

but you have to understand

the state I was in Pug.

I met him right
after Warren...

Well, I needed someone,

with you gone,

and me all alone
in this big house.

But you must
believe me, Pug.

The whole thing has been
completely innocent.

Nothing has ever happened.

He's been utterly
irreproachable.

It's true, Pug!

Believe me.

He seems to think

I'm some kind of
perfection of womankind.

I mean, can you
believe it, Pug?

Me?

It's almost
embarrassing being so...

Just so idolized.

And since I've been back,

have you still
been seeing him?

A few times.

He's very sweet Pug,

and he makes me feel
10 years younger.

Well, I guess the
only question now is

would you be happier

divorcing me and
marrying him?

I think so.

But for only one reason...

I've lost your
good opinion.

Oh, you've been...

Kind and forgiving, but...

After being loved by
you for so many years,

it's wretched just
being tolerated,

to wake up every morning

knowing that's
all there is.

Rhoda, I'm sorry. I...

I don't know what to say.

I swear I never intended
to make you feel that way.

Oh, pug...

I know you didn't.

That's just the way it is.

And I don't think it's
ever going to change.

So...

What do you want me to do?

I want you to be happy.

About the divorce, Rho.

What do you want me to
do about the divorce?

Di-divorce...

I need some time to think.

I'm sorry. I just
don't know now.

Ok. You and Peters
talk it over.

Whatever you agree
on is ok with me.

I'll do whatever
you want me to do.

And that, Pamela, darling,

is how Rhoda
and I finally,

after all this time,

came to grips
with the problem

I came racing home from
Moscow to deal with.

The long and
short of it is

Harrison Peters is
dying to marry her.

No question.

She's landed him.

I realize that you
may still be engaged,

but too many people's
happiness is a stake

for that to matter

If you want me
as I want you.

Marriage won't
be, I grant you,

like those encounters
in far-off places,

but If god just
gives you to me,

I'll say, with everything
that's gone wrong for me,

that I'm happy man,

and I'll try to
make you happy.

I hope this letter
doesn't come too late.

All my love. Victor.

Ah, Miss Tudsbury.

His lordship's being
taken to the plane.

A car's waiting for you.

Very well. I'm ready.

Dearest Victor,

I'm writing this en route
from new Delhi to London

carrying Duncan home,

very much
against his will,

for further
medical treatment.

He was terribly injured

when his plane went down
in a thunderstorm...

broken collarbone,

fractured ankles,

and after a week on
foot in the jungle,

a high fever that
won't seem to go away.

During the past weeks,
he's been very low

and so dependent on me.

Now in a quiet way,

it almost seems as
If we are marled.

Now, Victor, about
your proposal,

it fell on me
like an avalanche

just this morning.

I put my arms around
your neck and bless you

but the fact is,

I've never pretended
to him or to you

that I feel for him

the strange love
that has bound us,

but I'm about ready
to give up passion.

I've not had much
luck with lt.

Besides, I really don't
quite believe your letter.

Rhoda hasn't landed
her new fellow yet,

and until he's marched
her into a church,

she won't have.

And If there's one thing
I know beyond any doubt,

it's that you will
always take Rhoda back.

I love you,

you know that,

and I always will.

I've never known
anyone like you.

Don't stop loving me.

The whole thing was
just fated not to be.

Bad luck, bad timing,

bad whatever,

but it was beautiful.

Don't... ever forget.

As the curtain rises

on the third full
year of World War II,

Japan reels before
an onslaught

of massive
U.S. War production

and the improved skills

of the American
fighting man.

From tropical New Guinea

to the
subarctic Aleutians,

U.S. Marines and G.I. S

are carrying the fight
to the Japanese.

And winning.

Bougainville...

Atiu island...

Tarawa Atoll...

Each a bloody
stepping stone

as Nimitz' fleet
island hops inexorably

across the
central pacific.

To revenge Pearl Harbor

and the G.I. S
and Filipinos

who fell at Bataan
and Corregidor.

But no branch of American
forces in the pacific

has struck a more
devastating blow

against the enemy

than the U.S. Navy
submarine fleet.

A new, aggressive
breed of skipper

has taken the war into
Japanese home waters,

and by year's end,

sunk 335 vessels,

a staggering 1.5 million
tons of shipping.

Japan's losses
are starting

to outstrip her
capacity to rebuild.

And the attrition is
seriously beginning

to weaken her
ability to make war.

Yee-yah!

Good hit!

She must have been
loaded with ammo.

Not bad.

Down scope!

All hands hear this.

That's number 2 today,

a big, fat ammo ship.

We're in pursuit of the
freighters with them.

They're hightailing
it for air cover.

We'll pursue on the
surface after dark

and sink them
in the morning.

This is going to be
one hell of a patrol.

Anybody sorry
they came along?

No, sir!

Jacks goes 20.

Fold.

Fold.

See 20.

Up 40.

I hope you guys aren't
playing for money.

No, sir.

How you doing?

You don't want to know.

That was good
shooting today.

We're not through yet.

Captain Aster wants to go

to Tokyo Bay tomorrow,

we'd go with him.

Yeah! Yeah!

Don't give him any
ideas, all right?

See you guys later.

Your bet.

How we doing on fuel?

55,000 gallons, Skipper.

Not bad.

It's a nice night.

Yeah. It's beautiful.

Once we nail those two
freighters up ahead,

with that ammo
ship bagged,

you can rotate
me stateside

anytime you want.

What about you?

Natalie's pretty much
on your mind, isn't she?

Yeah, all the time.

And the baby.

Yeah...

And Janice, too,
for that matter.

Janice? Why Janice?

Oh, lady, I've treated
her pretty bad.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Look, things
are out of hand.

The truth is,

we've fallen in love.

It's my fault.

I don't know what
possessed me.

That letter from Natalie
really woke me up.

I've got to cut this
thing off with Janice.

It will be hell
on both of us.

Look, Byron.

You're lonesome.

She is a beautiful woman.

You're quite a guy.

You're sleeping
under the same roof.

You rate a navy cross
for staying faithful.

She's fallen for me
because I encourage her.

I've been pretty
obvious about it

But the fact is that
Natalie is alive,

My wife is alive

and I've been a real
bastard to Janice.

You've got to be living
on another planet

or just never grew up.

I don't know.

What are you
talking about?

Janice and I have
had something going

for more than a year now.

What?

It's true.

I promised her I
wouldn't tell you.

What? A year? You!

Between your
brother's death

and you off in the med,

she was a mighty sad
cookie at the time.

She likes you, maybe
she even loves you,

but she's only human.

What harm have we done?

She's a great kid.

We had some laughs.

She was afraid of
you and your father.

She thought
you'd disapprove.

And obviously, you do.

Oh ho ho.

Hey, come on.

I don't know how
your mind works,

but don't waste any energy

feeling guilty
about Janice,

because that's a joke.

If he comes left...

no.

What if he maintains
in that direction?

The SJ radar's picked
a hell of a time

to crap out.

We're socked in again.

Visibility's down
to 1,000 yards.

We're trying to
track him by sonar.

Our last position's
2 hours old.

If he changes course,

we could lose him.

I don't see any reason
why he'd change course,

do you?

Do you?

Not unless he's
hightailing it for port.

Let's maintain our
course and speed.

Sleep?

Sure.

You still sore at me?

Why should I be?

You took a
load off my mind.

That was the idea.

Ship broad on port bow.

Range about 10,000.

10,000? They did
change course.

Damn. One of them's gone.

It's the same one.

Same smokestack
and goal post.

All ahead!

Come left to 1-3-5!

It's 5 miles. Unless he
zigzags, he's made it.

Fine. We'll catch him.

On the surface?

Right.

Those freighters
took evasive action.

They're probably on
full submarine alert.

They've charted their
course all night.

Planes are probably
sweeping the area.

Steady on 1-3-0.

Lady, they could
nail us any time now.

It's a great morning.

Sound the
happy hunting horn.

We're inside
the shipping lane.

Other targets will come.

Let's pull the plug.

We've tracked that
freighter all night.

We're going to get him.

What did I tell you?

Now isn't that beautiful?

Ok, take her down.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Aircraft, dead astern!

2 zeroes coming low!

Clear the bridge!

Dive! Dive!

Go! Go! Go!

Horseshoes, get down!

They got Horseshoes!

Horseshoes is hit!

Where's the captain?

Give me your hand!

Give me your hand!

No. You can't help me.

Give me your hand!

Get back in!

I'm not going without
you! Give me your hand!

Take it to 3-5-0 feet.

All ahead full.

Answered all
ahead full, Sir.

The Paradise Ghetto
has a new commandant,

SS Major Karl Rahm.

Showing Rahm
around the ghetto

is camp inspector
Schaefuhrer
Rudolf Heindi.

This Austrian with a
cigarette obsession

is a feared and
loathed man.

For possessing a
single cigarette

he will beat a
victim half to death

or send him to the
little fortress

to be tortured.

It's rumored that Burger,

the low SS thug,

who kicked and berated me
in Eichmann's' presence,

did not show
enough enthusiasm

for Eichmann's'
great beautification

of Theresienstadt plan

and so was replaced.

But at least Burger
was a devil we knew.

With him, life in the
ghetto was wretched,

but it was stable.

There have been
no new transports

to the east
for many weeks.

What will the
unknown devil bring?

Theresienstadt
is run down.

It's a filthy
looking pigsty.

I will not tolerate it.

Unlike my predecessor,

I propose to make a
great beautification

my prime concern.

Theresienstadt is
going to become...

The Paradise
Ghetto... in fact,

as well as in name.

I've issued
important orders.

The supper hall will
be rebuilt at once

as the community center

with studios and
lecture halls.

And an opera house

and a theater with a
full-equipped stages.

The cabarets will be
enlarged and decorated.

The tents will be
removed from the square.

And a beautiful
garden will be laid

for the leisure
of the old people.

The hospitals are going
to be spic and span.

We will build a playground
for the children.

And a fine school

with the very
best textbooks

and.

I've long suspected
that Eichmann's'

made me a
figurehead elder,

possibly even sent
me to Theresienstadt,

in anticipation of a visit
by neutral observers.

Window dressing, the
eminent American writer.

And we must make sure...

Something like that now
seems to be in the wind.

It is whispered that the
international Red Cross

is coming to inspect
the Paradise Ghetto

in late spring
or early summer.

Unfortunately, this
will do nothing

To improve the lot of
the ghetto residents.

So what Sturmbannfuhrer
Rahm is actually proposing

is the painting
of a corpse.

As you can see, we have
a big job before us.

As you Jews are to be
chief beneficiaries,

I expect you to
make suggestions

as to how we
should proceed.

Well?

I am not talking
for my health.

Your suggestions!

Ja.

Herr Kommandant, I am
the stinking Jew Jastrow.

Now, that will
cease at once!

New regulations.

No more idiotic saluting

and taking hats off.

And no more
stinking Jew talk.

Jawohl, Herr Kommandant.

Theresienstadt is not
a concentration camp.

It is a comfortable
and happy

residential town.

Understood?

Speak!

If I may mention,
Kommandant,

in my department,

the music section
badly needs paper.

Paper?

What kind of paper?

Any kind, mein
Kommandant.

Though ruled musical
score paper would be best.

Ruled musical score paper.

How much?

Well, 500 sheets
to start with.

See to it.

Jawohl, Herr Kommandant.

Thank you, sir.

You see, gentlemen,

these are the kind
of ideas that I want.

What else?

Soccer teams.

We could organize soccer
teams, Herr Kommandant,

if we are
supplied footballs

and a suitable field.

Excellent!

It will be done.

Your suggestion.

Please, sit down.

There's one final item

to be discussed.

Sturmbannfuhrer Rahm
has confided to me

that he finds

the overcrowded conditions
in Theresienstadt

most unhealthy
and unsightly.

Not quite suited

to a great beautification.

So he has ordered

that we at...

That we at once

select 5,000 residents

for transport to the east.

Murmelstein will now
give you your allotments.

You will turn in your list

to the transport
commission by 3:00...

This afternoon.

Non-working
juveniles... 1,000.

Over 65... 1,000.

Economic department... 500

finance department... 250

technical department... 600

art and culture... 150

medical department... 300

And so, today I begin
to pay the price

of my exalted status

as an elder.

Udam.

Udam, what is it?

Oh, no.

Yes, Natalie,
I'm afraid so.

Surely, there's some way
to get you an exemption.

I'll talk to Aaron.

It won't do any
good, Natalie.

Everything that can
be done has been done.

Tomorrow at 6:00
I must collect Marta

and go to the depot.

The puppet shows,
they found out.

Oh, Natalie, don't worry,

I went by your
apartment earlier.

No transport
notifications.

Believe me,

you and your uncle

have the highest
exempt classifications.

Oh, Udam.

I've come up with some
new jokes for tonight.

Let's go inside.

Anyway, with the train
leaving tomorrow,

I don't think anyone will
be in the mood to laugh.

Natalie,

it's the reason to
make them laugh.

My Theresienstadt friends,

I have no heart
tonight for a lecture.

I will put aside my
professorial notes.

They are neat, bloodless,

and irrelevant.

My topic was to
be he book of Job.

That's what
I'll talk about,

but not as a professor.

As one of you...

the Theresienstadt Jew.

Satan said to God...
do you remember?

Naturally Job is upright...

7 sons, 3 daughters,

the wealthiest man
in the land of Uz.

Why not be upright?

See how it pays.

Job is not upright.

He's just a smart
Jew, sneers Satan.

But take away his awards,

and see how upright
he will remain.

So God allows Satan

to put Job through
every trial but death.

All his children die.

All his wealth
is wiped out.

A horrible sickness
strikes him.

And so, reduced
by a whim of God

to a broken, loathsome,
plundered skeleton

covered with sores,

Job sits on the ash heap.

Naked I came from
the womb, he says.

Naked will I return.

God has given. God
has taken away.

Blessed be God's name.

Amen. Amen.

Job has stood up
to Satan's test.

The oldest problem
of human existence...

senseless evil.

But now comes
a worse trial,

a worse test.

Job's comforters come.

Passionately, they
urge him to admit

that since God is just,

Job must have committed
some terrible sin.

Search your deeds.

Repent.

Confess.

But Job fights back.

I have not sinned.

I will submit to
the divine will,

but not to
pious platitudes.

And so, in the depths of
his most terrible hour,

Job rises to stand
toe-to-toe with God

and demand an answer

to the great ultimate
human mystery

of senseless evil.

Why do you do this to me?

Well,

Job gets his answer...

An answer that
answers nothing.

God himself speaks
to Job at last

out of a roaring storm.

Who are you to
call me to account?

Can you hope to understand

how or why I do anything?

My universe is vast
beyond human conception.

Where were you

when I laid the
foundations of the world,

when the morning
stars sang together,

and all the suns of
heaven shouted for joy?

Can you comprehend

the infinite mysteries
of existence...

you, a poor worm

who lives for a few
moments and dies?

An answer that answers
nothing and everything.

The roaring storm
has declared only

that God's
reason is hidden

Beyond Job,

beyond the comforters.

The universe doesn't
always make sense.

There is no guarantee
of good fortune

for good behavior.

Crazy injustice

is part of the
enigma of the world

and of our brief lives.

Job humbles himself,

is more than satisfied,

and falls upon his face.

My Theresienstadt
friends,

this is the thought

I would leave
with you tonight.

Who is it in history

who suffers ordeal
after ordeal,

plundering after
plundering,

massacre after massacre,

century after century...

Yet looks up at the sky,

sometimes with dying eyes,

and cries,

the lord our God,
the lord is one?

Who until then

will leave the
fearful mystery

of undeserved
suffering to God,

and praise his name saying

the lord has given. The
lord has taken away.

Blessed be the
name of the lord?

Amen. Amen.

Nobody, my friends,

but that loathsome,
bereaved skeleton

on the ash heap.

Nobody but Job.

He is the only answer,
if there is one.

The satanic challenge
to an almighty God...

Job.

The stinking Jew.

There will be no puppet
show tonight, Natalie.

Gut gezugt, Berel,

Und gut getantzt.

Shalom aleichem, Natalie.

Berel.

Aaron, little Aaron.

The star Talmud pupil.

50 years.

Oh, my dear cousin!

50 years!

Oh! Oh!

We must keep
our voices down.

Since Warsaw...

Much has happened
to you, hmm?

I still can't believe
you're alive...

And here.

Could be
much worse, Aaron.

The advantages of
being an elder.

How did you find
out where we were?

And how did you get
past the guards?

It's very dangerous.

Luck, you might say.

It's too long a story.

I'm in the Prague
underground now.

We can do many things.

Natalie, since I found
you and Aaron were here

I've been making
arrangements.

The boy.

He is well?

Yes.

I can get him out
of Theresienstadt.

Take Louis?

Why? He's fine.
He's healthy.

He's actually
thriving here.

Natalie, you
know the dangers.

This ghetto is a pesthole

of malnutrition
and sickness

besides, god knows
what the SS may decide

to do with
the kids one day.

Or with all of you.

You know I'm right, Aaron.

We have very
good connections

in the health department.

The child will
be hospitalized

with some false diagnosis,

then the death certificate
will be provided

to the central
secretarial file.

Maybe even a fake
burial or cremation.

Oh, my god.

After that,

we'll secretly
move him to Prague.

From there, I'll
take him to a farm

where he'll live with
some wonderful people.

You can get news of him.

I promise you,
all the time.

Natalie.

The children.

They are the future.

They must be saved.

This might be the best
thing for Louis, Natalie.

It's best he be with
his mother everyday.

There are transports...

we're exempt!

I will not be
separated from Louis!

Aaron can reach me, if
you change your mind.

I've been through
a lot since Warsaw.

So have you, I know.

But he is what
I'm living for.

I can't.

Aaron.

My organization has word

that if the Russians
or the Americans

ever get near Prague,

maybe even if the
Americans land in France,

the SS will launch a
mass killing action

here in the ghetto.

We are...

we're planning an
uprising if that happens,

but that will be a
desperate business,

and god knows
who will survive.

I'll do my best to
try to convince her.

Sit down.

Let me tell
you now, quickly,

what happens to those
who are sent east.

You must all know it.

I've come from the east,

from seeing it.

Rhoda?

Rho, what is it?

Oh, I'm all right, Pug.

Just go to sleep.

Let me in.

The door's not
locked, Pug.

Oh. Was I making a racket?

I tried to keep it low.

What's up?

Oh, I'm done for.

Everything is ruined.

You're well rid of me.

I think you could
use a drink.

I look gruesome, don't I?

Come on downstairs
in the library

and we'll have a talk.

Oh.

You're an angel.

A brandy.

A big brandy.

I'll be right down.

Better?

Much.

I washed my face and
flung myself into bed

hours and hours ago,

and then I just
couldn't sleep.

Why, Rho?

Not because I have to see
Colonel Peters tomorrow.

It's just a
business meeting,

I told you that.

You know I wouldn't
cause you any trouble.

Pug, someone's
been writing Hack
anonymous letters.

Oh, I know.

Pam told me you
got some, too.

It's really gotten
under his skin.

Any idea who's
writing them?

No.

Oh, it's a woman.

Some vicious bitch.

Oh, they abound.
They do abound.

It's just so unfair.

I didn't even know
Hack then. Now, did I?

Talk about your
double standards.

To hear him talk,

he has been to
bed with everyone.

Single, married, divorce,

he makes no
bones about it.

He reminisces,

the whole point being
how different I am.

And I am, too. I am.

I mean, there was
only Palmer Kirby.

I don't know how,

or why that happened.

But I'm not one of
those cheap flirts

he's run around with.

These letters are
ruining everything.

He seems so crushed.

Well, of course
I denied everything.

I had to, for his sake.

For such an
experienced man,

he is strangely naive.

Well, say something, Pug.

Don't just sit
there like a sphinx.

If he loves you, he'll
believe you, Rhoda.

Will he now?

And what if he asks you
about them tomorrow?

We have an urgent
priority problem

to thrash out tomorrow.

He won't bring up
anything personal.

Certainly not
those letters.

Not to me.

I wish I could
be so sure.

Forget it, Rhoda.

Go to bed.

Pleasant dreams.

Could I have
another drinkie?

Sure.

Will you tell me
afterward what happened?

If anything
personal turns up,

I will tell you.

Ah, thank you, Pug.

You are so wonderful.

Feeling better,
aren't you?

Heaps.

You're sweet to be
so reassuring, Pug.

It's just that
when you told me

you were seeing
him tomorrow...

Well, Hack can't
possibly ask Palmer.

It just isn't done.

Palmer wouldn't tell
him anything anyway.

You're the only
other one who knows.

You're the
aggrieved husband.

I just got to thinking

about all sorts
of possibilities.

Actually, I didn't
know anything

until tonight.

Of course you knew.

Don't be like that, Pug.

How could you not know?

What was it
ever all about?

Well, I'm sort
of waked up now.

I'll do a little work.

Smoke cigars, Henry?

By all means.

Before we get
down to business,

there is something
I'd like to say.

I have the greatest
deal of respect for you.

Rhoda is what she is...

a woman in a million,

because of the years
she spent with you.

I regret we haven't
talked about that.

We've both been
busy as hell.

But one day,
we'll have to.

Yes, we will.

I'm sorry I was slow
getting back to you.

I guess that phone call
from Harry Hopkins helped.

Colonel,

to shortcut this a bit.

I have top
security clearance.

The army's developing
a uranium bomb

with a blank check,

triple-a priority power.

That's why I'm here.

The landing craft program
can use those couplings

that I mentioned to you

which you have preempted.

I can't give them to you.

We're talking
about components

for 40 vessels, Colonel.

If they're
launched on time,

Eisenhower can hit
those French beaches

with a lot more force
than he would otherwise.

Captain, our requirements
are the same as yours,

but our urgency
is much greater.

I have an idea that
might solve this problem.

I've checked all the stuff

that the
manufacturers have.

They could modify
a larger coupling

to meet your specs.

A 10-day delay.

Supposing I take some
samples to your plant

and talk with
your engineers?

Not a chance.

Easier than going
to the president,

which I would do.

You'll just have to
go to the president.

I can't help you.

Ok.

I will.

Captain Henry!

Let me check into
one possibility.

I'll call you before noon.

I'll wait for
your phone call.

Can you use
that, McDermott?

With a modified sleeve
and a bigger gasket,

it'll work.

Thanks, Mac.

Well, will that
do it, Colonel?

We'll check back
with Washington.

Here you are,
Captain. Good luck.

Pug. Nightcap?

No, thanks.

Pug Henry.

Don't you want
to drink with me?

You know, I was, uh...
talking to Rhoda.

She was talking to me

about that
Anderson fellow.

Seems like a real comer.

He's into the development

of that navy
process in Anacosta.

She, Rhoda says that
he and Madeline's
are serious.

You'd approve,
wouldn't you?

Yep.

Well... I think
I'll turn in.

Pug?

I'd like to ask you a
very personal question.

I don't want to
disturb you, Pug,

but this is damn
important to me.

Ok. Go ahead.

Ah.

Why did you and
Rhoda ever break up?

It wasn't my
doing, was it?

Believe me, I'm
not so rotten

I would move in
on a guy's wife

when he's overseas.

I believe you.

You and Rhoda...

you're 2 of the
finest people I know.

What happened?

Dr. Fred Kirby have
anything to do with this?

What kind of a
question is that?

I've been... I've been
getting letters, Pug.

Vicious,
anonymous letters.

About...

About Rhoda and Kirby.

I'm ashamed of myself

for paying them any
attention, but...

You should be.

Fred Kirby's an
old friend of mine.

We met when I was
stationed in Berlin.

Rhoda came home when
the war broke out.

Fred was in Washington.

Played tennis with her,

took her to
shows and such,

sort of what
you'd been doing...

except without
the complications.

I knew about it, and
I appreciated it.

I don't much like this
conversation, Colonel.

I'd like to turn in.

I'm sorry, Pug.

Ok.

Good night.

It's because I idolize
Rhoda that I'm so upset.

I'm more than upset.

It's driving me crazy.

I've known a hell
of a lot of women,

maybe sexier than
Rhoda... prettier.

Ah, but she's virtuous.

That's why she's
so precious to me.

I know this may sound
strange coming from me,

but...

That's how I feel.

She's darn near perfect.

She's elegant...

Honest, decent,

truthful.

She never lies.

You know women, Pug.

They lie the way
they breathe.

You know that.

Not Rhoda.

Ah, Rhoda,
she's different.

She's the finest lady
I have ever known.

That's why
this thing has...

Hit me like an earthquake.

If I've offended you
in any way at all, Pug,

I'm sorry.

'Cause I think the
world of you, Pug.

Colonel.

We have a very
busy day tomorrow.

Yeah.

Right.

Good night.

Thanks, Pug.

Hi, daddy.

Hi, Mad.

Hello, Sir.

Good to see you again.

Hello, son.

You remembered
you had a family.

How nice.

What is all this?

Um, are you going to
be busy next Saturday?

Not that I know of.

Oh, no? Well, fine.

How about coming to
St. John's church

and giving Madeline's away

to this sailor boy?

Well, congratulations!

Oh.

Welcome aboard.

Well, thank you, Sir.

Chalk one up for the navy.

A little toastie.

Could I have a
refill, please?

Well...

The last fledgling
takes wing.

At least she made it

before the
mother flew away.

There was a
letter from Byron.

In all the excitement,
I clean forgot.

Any real news?

Well, the first
patrol was a success,

and he, uh, qualified
for command.

And, uh...

You know Byron.

He doesn't say much.

Well, how was your trip?

Was Hack helpful?

Decidedly.

Well, I said I'd tell
you of any personal talk

between me and Peters.

So?

Go ahead.

You were right.

Those letters
were eating him.

I spent half of one night

backing up your story.

Lied like a thief.

I did the very best
I could for you.

Did he believe you?

I thought so.

Well, you were...
very, very gallant.

Thank you,
and god bless you.

That's not the end of it.

What do you mean?

He caught me the next
morning in the dining car.

He asked for
coffee right off

And he said, I take it

you preferred not to
give me a straight answer

about Dr. Kirby
last night.

Oh, god.

What did you say to that?

He caught me off guard.

I said, how could I have
been any straighter?

And he said,

and I'm trying for
his exact words,

I'm not about to
cross-examine you,

and I'm not about
to throw Rhoda over,

but I think I
deserve the truth.

A marriage shouldn't
start with a lie.

If you get the chance,
please tell Rhoda that.

It might help
clear the air.

It's ruined.

Oh, well.

I'm sure you did the
very best you could.

You're just...

You're just not a
very good liar, Pug.

That damn woman.

If I could find
her, I would...

hey!

You are drunk as a skunk.

Why not.

Rhoda, he is not
throwing you over.

Oh.

No, of course not.

Well, he'll go
through with it.

Soul of honor
and all that.

And I'll probably
have to let him.

I mean, what's
my alternative?

Still, it's ruined.

Rho, why don't
you just tell him?

No, I mean it.

Look at Madeline's and Si.

She told him
about Cleveland.

They couldn't be happier.

Oh, Pug.
My poor, dumb love.

What kind of a
comparison is that?

I mean, look at
me. I'm a hag.

Simie is not
30 years old,

and Madeline's is a
luscious young girl.

And Hack has...
fastened on to me,

and it's all...

Very charming, but...

At our age, it's
mostly mental.

And now I'm cornered.

I'm damned if I do,

and I'm damned if I don't.

I'm a good wife.

I'm a good wife.

I could make him
happy. You know that.

He had to have this
perfect picture of me,

and now it's gone.

It was an illusion.

What's wrong
with an illusion?

I'm sorry, Pug.

L... I didn't mean
to yell like...

I'm sorry.

I think I...

l... I think...

I better go to bed.

Whoop!

Oh.

Oh, Pug.

Oh, Pug.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you for...

For trying.

You are...

A grand man.

And I love you for it.

Mmm.

Save it for Pamela, honey.

Pamela turned me down.

She didn't.

Indeed she did.

My god, you're
close-mouthed.

Why? Uh...

How could she

is she marrying
Berne-Wilke?

She hasn't yet,

but she said no.

That's it.

And you...

And you j...

and you...

And you just accepted it.

How can I not accept it?

I am just potted
enough to tell you.

You... go after her.

You... you romance her.

You court her.

That's all she wants.

I don't think
she's like that.

Her letter was
pretty final.

We're all like that.

Don't you ever learn?

Oh, I...

l... I declare, I am...

Re... re-really
stone dr... drunk.

You may have to help
me up the stairs.

Ok.

No.

No.

I was just fooling.

You drink your brandy.

L... I can navigate.

You're sure?

I always have.

Night, love.

Night.

May 11, 1933.

With the Red Cross
visit drawing nearer,

Kommandant Rahm
is getting nervous

about his ability

to hold them to the
restricted route.

Therefore, he has decided

to clean up
the entire ghetto.

The first step

is to again relieve
the overcrowding.

So the sluice to the east

has once more been opened.

All Jews now at
Theresienstadt, 35,000.

Protected by the
Germans, 9,500.

Protected by the central
secretariat, 6,500.

Total protected, 16,000.

Available for
transport, 19,000.

Ordered for
transport, 7,500.

One-fifth of
the entire ghetto.

Didn't you protest?

Herr professor...

The controlling figures
are burned in my brain.

The transports
will go in 3 trains

on 3 successive days.

The first one,
3 days from now,

May the 15th.

Oh, the grating
irony, May the 15th,

the date the
Theresienstadt people

have been waiting
and praying for.

The rumored date

of the long-awaited
allied landings in Europe.

The transport will
dare to disrupt

the beautification,

but Rahm is unconcerned.

He has warned that
the work will be done

or those in charge
will be sorry.

I still cannot believe
that so blatant a comedy

can hoodwink anybody.

What are the Germans
hoping to gain by it?

Jews are disappearing.

Millions are gone.

Can this vast horror
be long concealed?

Yes, yes.

There is no sense to lt.

It is the backward child

on a monumental
and terrible scale

caught at the
empty jam jar.

His face, hands,
clothes smeared red,

smiling and denying
that he ate the jam.

Natalie.

I'm heartsick about
this transport.

Rahm has ordered
all the orphans

to be shipped out as well.

Visitors asking a
child about its parents

mustn't hear that they're
dead or transported.

Half my Talmud class
is already going.

Natalie, do you hear me?

It's a mistake.

They delivered them to
me at the toddlers home.

One for me, one for Louis.

We're on the 3
train on the 17th.

"To be resettled in
the direction of Dresden."

Natalie, listen to me...

our transport numbers are
printed right on the card.

I'm to take Louis to
the Hamburg barracks

on the 16th.

Not very much
luggage they say.

You must listen
to me, Natalie.

You're a prominent,

the headmistress of
the children's pavilion.

There must be
some mistake.

I don't think so.

What do you mean?

I'm afraid it's
my own doing.

I didn't want to
worry you, but...

Our group's been
planning a way

to get the Red Cross

to see beyond what the
Germans want them to see.

Maybe there
was an informer.

I warned you repeatedly.

These clandestine
Zionist activities

will get you into
trouble someday.

You should have
allowed Berel

to take Louis out of here.

But still, no need
to panic, my dear.

Don't want to come

to any rash conclusions.

The transport
section's a madhouse.

Someone might easily

have pulled
the wrong card.

I'll be with you
within the hour.

Yes, of course.

A mistake is not
at all unlikely.

You know what it's like
in the transport section.

People running
around without heads.

I will look into it.

I can't tell you how
I appreciate this.

Herr professor, your niece

She hasn't been up to
any mischief, by chance?

Nothing of the kind.

Certainly not.

No, of course not.

Well, doctor; I know
you're a very busy man.

But perhaps
you should have

these notifications
with you

when you're making
your inquiries

at the transport section.

No!

No, No, No.

Let her keep them
don't confuse things.

When the error has
been corrected,

she will be contacted
to give them in.

That's obviously the
best way to handle it.

Thank you again, doctor.

Herr professor.

He'll let you know
when he has news.

5 days have passed.

The second train
has already left.

No news from him?

I am an elder.

Is he in his office?

No, he is not.

I...

I shall go to the
transport section.

Do as you please.

Epstein wouldn't see you.

Didn't think he would.

But there's real news.

The transport section
as made a gross error.

What kind of error?

More than 8,000
summonses went out.

There was only room
for 7,500 transportees.

At least 500
may be cancelled.

Why, that's
marvelous news.

Do you really suppose

they'll cancel the summons

of someone accused
of plotting
against the Reich?

No more of that.

You were following
your conscience.

I was, you know.

I really was.

Even now I don't
regret what I did.

Except you were
right, Aaron.

I should've jumped
at Berel's offer

to get Louis out

before taking such risks.

You know, Aaron...

My appearance will
be very important...

Now that I'm no longer
going to be shielded

by a famous uncle.

I'll be on my own.

I must look my best.

Perhaps if I can...

Arouse the instant
favor of the SS

wherever it is I'm going,

and identify myself
as an American

and a prominent...

Maybe...

Maybe it will help.

Yes, of course.
Excellent thinking.

So...

Don't you think I should
wear this on the train?

It is rather seductive.

Well, no. I'd advise not.

It might provoke liberties

from the Germans

or the worst kind of Jews.

Well, now, what
about this one?

Tailored, muted, elegant,

Even faintly Germanic.

Besides, it suits your
figure to perfection.

You and Louis will make
a splendid impression

on your arrival.

Yes, Aaron. You're right.

So, that's settled.

What else to take?

We're allowed so little,

and there's the food
I have to carry.

Natalie, I'm
going to follow up

on the
cancelled summonses.

I'm going to
Rahm's office.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

You know what he's like.

Epstein maintains
Rahm's bark

is far worse
than his bite.

Once his rages are over,

he's perfectly
easy to talk to.

All right.

Please be careful.

What time do you
have to report?

3:00, no later.

Well, I shan't be long.

Goodbye, little fellow.

May god watch over you.

I am the high
elder Jastrow.

I respectfully
request permission

to see the Herr
Kommandant Rahm.

Was ist los?

Was fehlt ihnen?

Uh, it is in
connection with

the b-b-beautification
project.

Warten sie auf
nachsten flur.

Man will sie aufrufen.

You will be called!

Dann die treppe.

The stairs, the stairs!

Abwarten. Wait!

Louis...

We can't wait for
uncle Aaron any more.

Mommy's going to take
you for a walk now.

Forgive me, Herr officer.

Would it be
possible to know

when the Kommandant might

Back!

You will be told

when the Kommandant
will see you.

Stay here!

Papiere.

Henry, Natalie.
Henry, Louis.

Mommy, why do I
have to put this on?

Jawohl, Kommandant.

Sie you there!

Reihe kommen!

Los. Schnell.

What the devil
do you want?

Herr Kommandant,
may I respectfully...

respectfully what?

You think I don't
know why you are here?

If you mention one word

on behalf of your
Jew, whore niece,

you'll go out of this
building covered in blood.

Do you understand?

You think because
you're a filthy elder

you can barge into
these headquarters

and plead for this... sow

who plotted
treason against the
German government.

So, you asked to see
the Kommandant, ja?

I will give you 2 minutes,

but if you dare mention
that Zionist whore,

I'll knock your teeth
down your throat

talk!

I've committed
a serious crime

which I wish to
confess to you.

What crime?

No.

I bought them in
Rome, Herr Kommandant,

in 1940... for $25,000.

As a prominent, I wasn't
searched on my arrival,

so I was able to
withhold them.

I seriously regret this

very... serious offense.

I came to make a
clean breast of it.

It seemed to me better

to hand them
over directly

to the Herr Kommandant

because of their
great value.

Their great value?

You probably bought them

from some
swindling old Jew.

They are glass.

No, no, I assure you.

They are from the
finest jeweler in Italy.

Have you any
more hidden away?

There is nothing
else, Herr Kommandant.

And your, um, Jew, whore
niece knows about them?

No, I told her nothing.

I thought it wiser.

No one in the world
knows about them,

Herr Kommandant,
except you and me.

Well...

The whore and the brat
go in the transport.

There was an
excess of summonses.

I understand there
will be cancellations

she goes!

She's lucky
she wasn't sent

to the little
fortress and shot!

Get out.

I said get out!

Herr Kommandant,

I must tell you,

if my niece
is transported,

I shall resign
from being elder.

I shall resign
from the library.

I will take no part
in the beautification.

I will not talk to
the Red Cross visitors.

Nothing on earth
will force me to
change my mind.

Do you want to commit
suicide immediately, Jew?

Herr Eichmann's'
took great pains

to bring me from Paris
to Theresienstadt.

Why? Because I'm
a good window-dressing.

My picture has been taken
by the German journalists,

my books published
in Denmark,

the Danish members
of the Red Cross

will be very interested...

shut your mouth and
get out at once,

unless you wish to die.

Herr Kommandant, I
haven't much to live for.

I am not well,
and I'm old.

Kill me,

and you will have to
explain to Herr Eichmann's

what has become of
his window-dressing.

Torture me,

and what effect shall
I make on the Red Cross?

But if you cancel
my niece's summons,

I guarantee
our cooperation

when the Red Cross comes.

And I guarantee that she

will do no more
foolish things.