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(drumroll)

(fanfare playing)

(music ends)

(explosions)

(train whistle blowing)

BOY:
"You are about to meet a strange people

"in a strange enemy country.

"You must keep clear of the Germans.

"You must not...

(slowly)
"... fraternize. "

What does that mean?

WOMAN: It means we shouldn't be
friendly to them.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct shouting)

This house is requisitioned
for British use

by order of
the Control Commission, Germany.

You'll forgive us, Fraulein.

WILKINS:
It belongs to a family Lubert.

He's an architect, sir.

(brakes screeching)

(knock at door)

CONDUCTOR:
All change.

(train whistle blowing)

(indistinct announcement
on PA)

WOMAN:
He's meeting you here, is he?

BURNHAM:
Susan.

- BURNHAM: How was your trip?
- SUSAN: Long.

Quick, let's get home.

(chuckles)

Rachael.

Hello, Lewis.

My God. Look at you.

It's freezing.

It is.

Here.

Let me take this.

(announcer speaking
in German on radio)

Welcome. Please come inside.

Let me show you the house.

Please, come inside.
Let me show you the house.

(chiming in distance)

LEWIS:
They're still finding bodies.

There's over 25,000 dead
still unaccounted for.

How are you?

Good. Fine. You?

It's...

It's been difficult.

For you, too, I expect.

For all of us.

We dropped more bombs
on Hamburg in one weekend

than fell on London
in the whole of the war.

That's different.

Yeah.

LEWIS:
Thank you, Barker.

Colonel Morgan.

- Welcome.
- Herr Lubert.

Please come inside.
Let me show you the house.

This is my wife, Mrs. Morgan.

LUBERT:
How do you do?

- After you, Mrs. Morgan.
- Thank you.

LUBERT:
The finest room of the house.

It's lovely, isn't it, darling?

RACHAEL:
It's very modern.

LUBERT:
Yes, it is.

LUBERT:
That's a Steinway.

- An excellent instrument.
- Yes.

Do you play?

RACHAEL:
Actually, I've rather let it slip.

LUBERT: Well, it will be good
to have it played again.

What was up there before?

LUBERT:
A painting. It was damaged.

I haven't replaced it yet.

So the main staircase is this way.

LUBERT:
Our library.

LEWIS:
Herr Lubert's an architect.

LUBERT:
Was.

Now I'm a metal press operator.

Shall we?

LUBERT:
Die Elbe.

It flows all the way to the, uh...

I'm sorry, I don't have the English.

The Deutscher See?

- North Sea.
- The North Sea, yes.

It's all the same sea in the end.

LUBERT:
Indeed.

RACHAEL:
It's cold. Can we go in?

LUBERT: I hope you can be
as happy here as we were.

My daughter and I
will stay out of your way

until we move to the camp.

Thank you.

RACHAEL (muffled): You should
have told me, that's all.

RACHAEL:
What?

Thinking of our honeymoon.

My God.

You look beautiful.

You've still got this.

Of course.

(sighs softly)

You're smoking?

Dr. Mayfield said that it
would help with my nerves.

And has it?

The cabin. You remember?

With its leaky roof.

- It rained for two weeks.
- It did.

And, my God, that cold.

You burnt my books.

Well, I had to. I had no choice.

It was Agatha Christie.

You might have waited
until I found out who did it.

- The butler.
- The butler always did it.

LEWIS:
Mm-hmm.

Happy times.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(indistinct shouting)

WILKINS:
Good. The governor's here.

LEWIS:
Wilkins.

Sir.

They were hit delivering
food to the camp, sir.

A grenade, I believe.

Two of ours dead.

Bloody looters are making it worse.

BURNHAM:
Back! Get them back!

- BURNHAM: Push them back!
- POLICE: Come on, move.

- (crowd clamoring)
- SOLDIER: Get them off!

BURNHAM:
Christ.

The breath on these people.

Yes, well, that's what

900 calories a day does to you.

Well, at least they're less
trouble when they're hungry.

Keith Burnham,
Divisional Intelligence.

So what have we got?

- Is that him?
- WILKINS: That's the fella.

Looks like Werwolves. Eighty-eights.

Nazi bastards who won't accept we've won.

LEWIS: Captain, can we have
these two boys taken care of?

WILKINS:
Absolutely.

(yells in German)

- (gunshot)
- (people scream)

LEWIS:
A medic! Wilkins, get a medic.

WILKINS:
Yes, sir!

(choking)

BURNHAM:
Thought so. Eighty-eight.

(mutters)
HeiI Hitler.

BURNHAM:
Private. Get our men on the truck.

And somebody bag this one up.

(sighs)

Oh. Hello.

You must be Freda.

What were you reading?

LUBERT:
Freda.

You mustn't come down here.

And change that uniform.

(speaking English)
She never listens.

I'm only her father.

(chuckles)

Freda, it's time for school.

(Heike speaking German)

(speaking German)

I'm sorry, I... I don't...

(speaking German)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Sorry, emergency.

(conversing in German)

Ooh, I see you have coffee.

Yeah, I'd... I'd prefer tea.

They don't really do tea.

I'll rustle some up from the NAAFI.

- Coffee it is, then.
- So.

Sleep well?

Actually, I did.

Good.

That's really good.

RACHAEL:
I'm looking forward to it being just us.

What?

LEWIS:
Uh...

(speaking German)

What if we let them stay on?

The staff? Do we need them?

The Luberts.

So you mean...
Live with them?

I mean, they'd be on the top floor.

Rach, we'd hardly notice they're here.

- Is everyone doing it?
- Here.

It's not the same. No one else
has a house like this.

This isn't what we wanted.

The big house, the staff,
the art on the walls.

I know.

I thought we were going
to be together.

We are together.

Alone.

I...

I'm not comfortable with it.

With them.

Not comfortable with them
because they're Germans.

It's chaos out there, Rachael.

There's nowhere to put these people.

There's nowhere to...

Nothing to feed these people.

There's...

(sighs)

It does... It makes no sense
to throw the Luberts out.

You didn't tell me
what I was walking into.

This isn't how it was supposed to be.

None of this is how it is supposed to be.

And yet here we are.

(indistinct)

LUBERT:
Thank you.

- I'm very grateful.
- LEWIS: You're very welcome.

LUBERT:
Thank you.

(speaking German)

(Heike grunts)

(speaking German)

Sorry. Uh... Could, um...

Could one of you help me, please?

I want to move the plants.

The plants?

They're blocking the light.

She's making herself at home.

Like a maggot in the bacon.

(distant laughter)

LUBERT:
You don't like the chair?

It's a Mies van der Rohe.

"The house of construction. "

It's meant to be one of
the most comfortable chairs

ever invented.

Well, it isn't.

It's ugly.

He was of the Bauhaus school.

Their philosophy was all about rejecting
unnecessary adornment.

Do you really need a philosophy
to make something comfortable?

Well, behind every object,
there is a philosophy, isn't there?

Herr Lubert, please don't
creep about the house.

I thought we agreed
to keep to our own quarters.

Our "zones. " Yes, of course.

I will try to remember.

And if your daughter
wants anything from her room,

I'll get Heike to bring it up to her.

This is all very new to her.

All the same.

- I will make words with her.
- Have words.

- Sorry?
- In English, you don't

"make" words with someone.

- LUBERT: You should have these.
- (keys jangling)

As the lady of the house.

Delicious, Heike. Danke schon, really.

(speaking German)

Danke, Frau Morgan.

(chuckles)

Look, she's doing it again.
She's smirking.

Because...

You said she was delicious.

(laughs)

- I was making an effort.
- I know.

I don't know how you do it.

What?

You go on like before,
all your little rituals.

Get up, shave.

Have a meal, go to work.

- Like nothing had changed.
- Please, Rachael.

I don't think it's healthy
to talk this way.

- No?
- No.

Oh.

No? How... How am I
expected to talk?

You might like to set an example.

When did you get to be so self-righteous?

(sighs)

(door slams in distance)

(Rachael sobbing)

(car honks)

(people speaking German)

(indistinct chatter)

Have you seen him?

Have you seen him?

Leave her alone.

SUSAN:
Come on. Let's have that tea.

I don't know when he got
to be so sanctimonious.

You stifle under the weight
of all that decency.

Lawrence of Hamburg, Keith calls him.

The one who went queer for the natives.

RACHAEL:
He actually seems to like Lubert.

Lew let them stay on.

Is that wise?

There may not be
an outward show of hatred,

but it's there below the surface.

Be careful, that's all.
They're not like us.

Good afternoon.

(piano music playing)

Freda.

Go to your room!

Now!

It's fine.

Please forgive her, Mrs. Morgan.

She should have asked permission.

- It's all right.
- It's not.

- She plays well.
- She plays very badly.

She never practices.

Claudia despaired of her.

Claudia?

Her mother.

My wife.

Oh.

Is she somewhere
in the house, too?

She died in the firestorm.

I'm so sorry.

Um...

If Freda wants to play,
I don't see why not.

In the afternoons,
for half an hour or so, I...

I thought we agreed
to keep to our "zones. "

(door closes)

I don't want you going down there any more.

Understood?

It's their house now.

Just like that.

You'd prefer to live
in a camp?

Mummy was right.

You're a coward.

Don't stay up late.

You have school
in the morning.

Their lessons are stupid.

(shouting in German)

(indistinct chatter)

(driver speaking German)

Freda, where are you going?

CAPTAIN:
You'll be paid in food vouchers

- for your work, given a meal...
- WOMAN: Freda.

...and brought
back home before dark.

Are you 16?

(speaking German)

(ax thudding)

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER:
Bodies!

Bodies here!

CAPTAIN:
All right, stand back.

SOLDIER:
Get them away from it, Tom, will you?

SOLDIER 2:
Not a bad way to go...

One last screw before lights out.

(soldiers laugh)

- Come.
- CAPTAIN: Back to work, you lot.

Don't listen to them.
They're idiots.

CAPTAIN:
Bag up these bones.

(indistinct chatter)

LUBERT:
Forgive me for intruding.

It's freezing upstairs.
I cut some firewood earlier.

- Do you mind if I...
- No, not at all.

No need to ask permission.

LEWIS:
We're going out this evening,

but can I get you a drink?

LUBERT:
No, thank you.

Well, then. Good night.

LEWIS:
Good night.

(jazz music playing)

- LEWIS: Still got it.
- Keith won't be long.

- We're so glad you could come.
- Thank you.

Well, it's good to finally meet you

and a relief to be out of the house.

What a house, though.

It's almost worth living with a German.

It's so funny.

You've got one, too. A missing painting.

We have one just like it.

Everyone does.

It's where they would have hung him.

Who?

The Fuhrer.

"The stain that can't be removed. "

They're usually clever enough
to cover them up.

Hmm.

BURNHAM:
Sorry to keep you. Apologies.

Thank you.

BURNHAM: Based on their answers,
we assign them a category

from black to white.

They're clean,

they get their Persilschein,

their laundry ticket.

It's the certificate

allowing them to return to a normal life.

Does Lubert have his Persilschein?

Does it matter?

Yes.

I think I have the right
to know if I'm living

with a Nazi, yes, I think it does matter.

I don't think you can judge a person

by his answers to a questionnaire.

No? How do you judge him?

You look him in the eye.

- Lubert was never in uniform.
- That's not the point.

Well, there was no blood on his hands.

SUSAN:
There's blood on all their hands.

RACHAEL: Honestly, Lew,
I sometimes wonder whose side you're on.

Even after everything that they've done...

LEWIS:
The war is over. We won.

That's the end of it.

Let's have dessert in the drawing room.

Well, does he or not?

Not yet.

It's a formality.

SUSAN:
Shall we?

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER:
Morning, sir.

SOLDIER:
Papers, ma'am.

Papers.

There you are.

Papers, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: So you were building houses
for Nazi officials.

After 1933, we built
what we were told to build.

DONNELL:
Did the bombing affect

the health of you and your family?

It's a simple question.

It affected the health of my wife.

She was one of the 40,000 killed

when British bombers
razed this city to the ground.

July 27th, 1943.

Well, let's talk about your wife.

The money was hers?

Her family was wealthy, yes.

They owned a number of shipping yards.

Shipping yards used
to transfer Nazi weapons?

LUBERT:
Among many other things.

You have to understand that my wife and I

had nothing to do
with her family business.

BURNHAM: Yet you claim to never
have joined the Nazi Party?

LUBERT: I was against everything
the Nazis stood for.

That wasn't my question.

No.

I was never a party member.

BURNHAM:
Did you know about the camps?

No.

So you've never seen these?

Here.

Have a look.

DONNELL:
One last question.

During the war, did you ever
hope for a German victory?

You answered, "I wanted it to end. "

I wanted to go back to how it was.

What, you miss the past? Is that it?

I miss my wife.

BURNHAM:
All right.

You'll hear from us in due course.

(door opens)

Herr Lubert?

(door closes)

Herr Lubert?

Could you come in here, please?

Could you explain this?

It's a von Guerard.

I'm not asking what it is.

I'm asking what it's doing here.

You objected to the stain,
so I covered it.

What's the matter,
don't you like it?

That's not the point.
What's it covering?

Does it offend you?

He was German, maybe that offends you.

It was a picture of him, wasn't it?

- Of him?
- Your Fuhrer.

It's simple for you.

The war ends.

You go home the winner.

- Your conscience is clear.
- Oh.

Is your conscience not clear?

I thought you would like the painting.

I apologize if I was mistaken.

Would you object to a landscape?

A nice hunting scene perhaps?

- I object to your tone.
- (shouts) Then throw us out!

- Herr Lubert.
- Throw us out.

You hate us.

It's what you want.

- Throw us out.
- Nobody said anything about...

We can leave you alone
to fight with your husband,

when he bothers to be here.

I think you've said enough.

Then throw us out.

Here. I'll give you a reason.

I think you should go.

(indistinct chatter)

Be careful.

(speaking German)

(children chattering)

Get me some water.
I need to wash.

Nice.

Where did you get it?

From the Englishman
who's stolen my home.

(child giggles)

You see this?

You know what it is?

It's the dust of our city.

The ashes of our people.

The remains of a young
German girl like you.

What's that?

The 8th letter.

'H.'

'Heil Hitler. '

(inhales)

- (vehicle approaches)
- (inhales)

(music playing on record)

What do you think?

- It's stunning.
- (chuckles) Idiot.

- LEWIS: Me?
- I meant the table.

Burnham at the head or next to Susan?

Let's just keep him away from the alcohol.

Just don't argue with him.

- Mm-hmm.
- Be English.

Talk about the weather.

What are you doing?

I was just admiring your dress.

Oh.

- Thinking how lucky I am.
- (Rachael chuckles)

Do you like it?

You ought to, it took me long enough.

I'm imagining...

what you look like out of it.

(telephone rings)

When do our guests arrive?

Not for an hour.

- Not for an hour.
- Uh-uh.

Hmm.

You are...

(Greta speaking German)

Go upstairs.

(door opens)

Lock the door.

What is it?

There's a protest at headquarters.

I'm sorry, my love, but...

Well, you'll have to entertain
the guests until I get back.

Go on, then.

Go and save Germany.

Don't be like that.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

- (door opens)
- Wish me luck.

(door closes)

(all shouting)

ALL (chanting):
Feed us! Feed us! Feed us!

LEWIS:
Captain.

They've barricaded the street, sir.

They're not letting anybody in or out.

LEWIS:
I want this street closed off.

Captain, tell the men
there is to be no firing.

(shouting continues)

SOLDIER:
Break through!

SOLDIER 2:
We need more men!

- SOLDIER: Get back!
- (woman screams)

(woman groaning)

Hey! Hey, hey!

(speaking German)

- SOLDIER: Back!
- (Lubert grunts)

(crowd continues chanting)

- Sir. Sir, where are you going?
- (tires squealing)

Get back!

(glass shattering)

(groans)

(gunshot)

LEWIS:
No firing. No firing!

(muffled chatter)

- SUSAN: It's outrageous. A clergyman?
- It's a chance to rebuild.

THOMPSON:
What choice have we got?

Thank you, Heike.

ELIOT: We've done them a favor.
Now it's time to leave.

We're talking about war.
Nobody really wins, do they?

ELIOT:
There's nothing left for us here.

French got the wine. Yanks got the view.

What, we got the ruins?

(soft chuckle)

BURNHAM:
And what does Herr Lubert think?

I don't know. You'd have to ask him.

Well, I must say, this is good hock.

Thank Herr Lubert.

ALL:
♪ With many cheerfuI facts ♪

♪ About the square of the hypotenuse ♪

♪ I'm very good at integra!
and differential calculus ♪

♪ I know the scientific names... ♪

My God. what happened?
I'll call a doctor.

No, I'm fine, Greta.

♪... of a modern Major-General ♪

(cheering)

Bravo!

I'm going to bed.

Oh!

Herr Lubert! Come and join us.

My husband wants
your opinion on something.

LUBERT:
I'm not feeling my best.

But thank you all the same.

Good night.

♪ If you don't thrill me ♪

♪ Like you used to thri!! me
That's sabotage ♪

♪ If you don't kiss me
like you used to kiss me ♪

♪ That's sabotage ♪

I would ask you not to hit
the piano like that.

♪ When you hear sirens screamin' ♪

♪ Those be-alert alarms ♪

It belonged to my wife.

♪ Don't run helter-skelter ♪

♪ There's a bomb-proof shelter
in my arms ♪

- (pounding keys)
- Lubert.

Lubert, Lubert...

ELIOT:
Steady on. All right, all right.

Sorry about the glass, old boy.

Stefan.

THOMPSON:
Well done.

SUSAN:
I'm so sorry.

RACHAEL:
What for?

I'm the one who should apologize.

Good night.

Good night.

(sighs)

That's not necessary.

You've got grit in it.

This is going to hurt.

(grunts softly)

You've been avoiding me.

Have I?

I don't think so.

I was going to apologize.

For what?

Don't.

I was going to...

but I won't.

Rachael.

(both groan)

(car approaching)

Stop.

(door opens)

Everything all right?

Uh...

What happened to you?

LUBERT:
I was caught up in a protest.

LEWIS:
You were at the protest?

LUBERT:
Not by choice.

Then you know what happened.

Bloody people tried to kill me.

LEWIS: I mean, what is the matter
with this country?

You don't realize we're here to help?

I should go.

- Good night.
- LEWIS: Good night.

I'm sorry. How was the party?

Fine.

I'm tired. I'm going to go up.

All right. I'll be up in a bit.

(sighs)

(door opens)

Ah.

Freda. Listen, do you have
something of mine? Yes?

My wife gave it to me.
There are photographs in there,

and I would like it back.

Perhaps you've seen it?

- Freda, I...
- (hisses)

(engine starts)

(footsteps approaching)

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

- Sir.
- LEWIS: Thank you.

Sir.

There's been an attack.

Bomb, sir. In the Russian zone.

LEWIS:
Oh, Christ.

It's only for a few days.

I'll be back in time for Christmas.

Well, where are you going?
I could come with you.

I'm sorry, no.

"This is the army, Mrs. Jones. "

LEWIS:
Yes.

I'll make it up to you, I promise. Hmm?

I suppose I should be used to it.

Six days.

Sorry?

I asked.

I checked.

They'd have given you six days leave
after the funeral...

and you didn't take it.

Why didn't you take it?

I asked myself that

and I had a lot of time to think about it.

- Please.
- And then I thought, why...

"Maybe he just doesn't...

- Rach...
- ... feel it like I do. "

(shattering)

- He wasn't there.
- No.

There was a war on. I had a job to do.

What did I have?

Nothing.

(sighs)

What is it you want from me?

Lewis...

I want him back.

I can't do that for you.

Lewis. Lewis. Please.

I'm asking you. I'm begging you.

Please don't go.

I'm going out.

(sighs)

(sniffles)

(door closes)

(aria playing on record)

(aria continues)

- Sir.
- Barker.

(Lewis and Barker
speaking indistinctly)

(engine starts)

(inaudible)

- (music stops)
- (chuckles)

Michael could never manage
that bit, either.

Michael.

My son.

He died in the war.

A bomb hit our house
on July the 2nd, 1942...

and killed him.

He was 11.

He'd be about your age right now.

He used to come home from school.

He'd have...

He'd have ink all over his hands.

I'd have to spend hours...

He'd get it all over the keys.

And I don't...

I don't think I can...

I don't know if I can...

I don't...
(sniffles)

...think I can cope.

Because...

I should have stopped him,
I should have...

I was his mother.

I was his mother.

I can't...

I can't...

I couldn't...

- I can't bear it.
- Freda.

I can't bear...
(sobbing)

I can't...

I can't bear it.

LUBERT (whispering):
It's all right.

(shushes softly)

RACHAEL:
I can't.

(knock at door)

(speaking German)

Mrs. Morgan.

I wondered if you'd like
to join me for breakfast.

Both of you.

We would like that very much.

I have somebody coming over
tomorrow to do my hair,

if Freda would like to join me.

Freedie?

- Thank you, Mrs. Morgan.
- FREDA: Why?

What's wrong with my hair?

(indistinct chatter)

(all chuckle)

Be back before dark.

Of course.

(door closes)

(knock at door)

Come in.

Herr Lubert. Frau Morgan.

Will you need me this afternoon?

No, thank you, Greta. That will be all.

(door opens)

(Rachael moaning)

(dogs barking)

(guard speaking Russian)

KUTOV:
These were your men.

LEWIS:
Do you have the man responsible?

I'd like to see him.

KUTOV: Siegfried Leitman,
former SS Sturmbannfuhrer.

(Lewis speaking German)

- LEITMAN: Yes, I do.
- Good.

This boy.

Do you know him?

- No.
- Come on.

Come on. You wear the same mark.

There are many of us with that mark.

Then give me their names.

Why would I do that?

Colonel, this man
still has his bootlaces on.

KUTOV:
An oversight.

He might have hanged himself.

But you didn't, did you?
Because you're a coward.

And you send children to do your killing.

Yes. They make the best killers.

They don't question it.

And you don't have the stomach
for handling them.

That's where you're wrong.

See, I killed younger than this.

When the war was on, before
the bureaucrats took over,

I killed every German I got my hands on.

- Yes.
- Because I wanted it to end.

You are murderers, too.

You think we have forgotten?

You are like a child who covers his eyes

and thinks the world goes away.

But we won't forget.

We will cut your men's throats
in the streets.

We will burn your women in their homes.

We will bomb your children

while they are sleeping in their beds.

KUTOV:
Colonel Morgan.

- You want it?
- Nein!

- Now, give me their names.
- (Leitman coughing)

(Rachael laughs)

I'm so sorry.

No.
(screams playfully)

(Rachael laughs)

We're nearly there.

(both laughing)

RACHAEL:
It's still freezing.

I actually can't feel my toes.

Oh, that's not good. Let me check.

What are you doing?

- I'm just checking.
- Stop it.

- Stop it. (laughing)
- Yep, still here.

So are your feet.

- Stop it.
- Ankles, yep. Calves.

And your thighs.

Before the war,

I bought some land in the Alps.

Near Oberstdorf.

It's not much now, just a cabin,

a bit like this one.

Warmer, I hope.

I'm going to build a house.

Something very modern.

Just one floor...

set into the hillside...

with steel beams and a glass wall

facing the beautiful pine trees.

You can ski to the front door.

What do you think?

Could you live in it?

I don't know how to ski.

(both laugh)

You're smiling.

- I smile all the time.
- Hardly ever.

Not since you came here.

I like you like this.

I never thought that I could be
happy like this again.

Then come with us.

You don't have your papers.

How will you travel?

They will clear me.

It's just a matter of time.

This is Stunde Null.

The Zero Hour.

Everything can start again.

Do you like my hair?

I liked the way
it was before.

Like a true Hitler Madchen.

Tell me about this Englishman
who took your house.

(sighs)

I let him get to me. Leitman.

I shouldn't have.

- He murdered children, sir.
- Hmm.

If it was me,
I would have loaded the gun.

You would have loaded the gun?

Yeah.

(both laugh)

No, you wouldn't have.

Yeah. No, I wouldn't.

Dad always said I lack
the spine to be a soldier.

Yes.

Then I think your dad
probably gave you a compliment.

It's not the war
that makes men of us.

I've done things
I'm certainly not proud of.

I often wonder, my wife...

if she knew... how she'd feel about me.

Let's get out of this
bloody cold and go home.

(engine starts)

(woman talking indistinctly)

(girl squealing)

(indistinct chatter)

(singing indistinctly)

SUSAN:
Rachael.

Sorry I'm late.

Now, what's all this about?

RACHAEL:
I need a favor.

It's taking a long time to clear Lubert.

SUSAN:
What's your secret?

- RACHAEL: What?
- Something's changed.

Oh, it's my hair. I had it done.

No. Mm.

Something else.

It's Christmas.

I've always liked Christmas.

Really?

I can't stand it.

Not Christmas without children.

Oh, is the teddy bear for the girl?

- Yes.
- And...

The cigars?

- For my husband.
- When he gets back?

Yes. For when he gets back.

Well, I suppose I could ask Keith

what's taking so long to clear him.

(piano music)

If you're going to spy on a girl,

the least you could do
is pay her a compliment.

Hello, Rach.

- (music stops)
- LEWIS: I'm home.

Lewis.

Is Lubert around?

Uh...

I think he's in the garden.

- Why?
- He should join us.

I'm going to clean up. I have some news.

Oh.

What are we celebrating?

LEWIS:
I've been offered a new post.

Ah.

Your trip was successful?

LEWIS:
Successful? Well, um...

Let us see, shall we?

GRETA:
Herr Morgan? Shall I prepare supper?

LEWIS:
That won't be necessary, Greta.

We're going out to
a regimental dinner tonight.

But you can please join us
for a glass of champagne.

Come on. Come in and join us.

A second Christmas.

Shall we say a Russian one.

A post? Where?

LEWIS:
The War Office.

London.

We're going home.

So?

I've been cleared.

(laughs)
I knew it.

Congratulations. Burnham
must have pulled some strings.

- That's really wonderful.
- LEWIS: Yes, it is.

RACHAEL:
I, um... I don't understand.

You haven't finished your work here.

Well, I put in a request.
I didn't want to tell you.

I didn't want you to get your hopes up.

But we're going home.

Hmm?

So, from both of us,
I'd like to say thank you,

and to new beginnings.

(dog barking in the distance)

(indistinct shouting)

Bertie?

Bertie?

Bertie.

(footsteps approaching)

Right.

Sorry.

This dress, it isn't right.

(whispering)
What are you doing? He's downstairs.

Just tell him.

Tell him you're leaving with me, tonight.

- I can't.
- Then I will.

No, it has to come from me.

- LEWIS: It's the same dress.
- What?

Oh.

Yes.

My love.

Sir.

(upbeat music playing)

SUSAN:
Rachael.

- Lew.
- Yes?

We need to talk.

Colonel.

Just a minute.

- LEWIS: General.
- How are you?

LEWIS:
Good, good. How are you?

(sighs)

BROOK:
You know you'll be wasted in Whitehall.

Well, you're leaving this city

in better shape than you found it.

Cheers.

Glad to be of service.

Sir.

PAMELA:
Rachael. Oh, Rachael.

PAMELA:
Is it true?

- What?
- PAMELA: You're really leaving?

CELIA:
Won't you miss it?

PAMELA:
What will she miss?

- PAMELA: The staff?
- The people.

PAMELA:
Hmm.

BURNHAM:
I must say, I'm surprised at you, Morgan.

For what?

I thought you'd prefer
to handle the matter yourself.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

BURNHAM:
Ah, don't play innocent.

If you're so bloody convinced
Lubert's clean,

don't send your wife
to press his case for you.

(song ends)

(guests applauding)

PAMELA: Do you really want
to go back to London rationing?

I'm sure Lewis would forgive you
if you did choose to stay.

LEWIS:
Susan. Ladies. Excuse me.

Would you mind if I borrowed my wife?

Please.

Tell me I'm wrong.

What I'm thinking...

Tell me I'm losing my mind.

Lewis...

I'm so sorry.

(sighs)

How long?

- No, not here.
- I was gone a few days.

How long have you been fucking him?

- Don't do this.
- I want to know.

Why? What difference does it make?

I want to know the moment
our marriage was over.

It's been over for years,
ever since Michael died.

Don't you dare bring him into this.

Everything changed when he died.

Why can't you admit it?

You left me.

(sighs)

- It's my fault.
- No, no.

It's mine.

Why can't you just say it?

Say it.

You blame me for letting him die.

- (guests applauding)
- (weeping)

Take me home.

Please, can you take me home?

Just get in. Get in the car.
Get in the car.

Give me the keys.

- Give me the keys.
- Here they are, sir.

- (gunshot)
- (Rachael screaming)

LEWIS:
Rachael, get down.

Hold on, Rachael. Hold on.

(gunshot)

- RACHAEL: Oh, dear God.
- LEWIS: Rachael, are you hurt?

- Are you hurt?
- Lewis.

I'm going after him.

- Lewis, Lewis.
- It was two shots.

- Stay in the car.
- Just...

Hey!

(yells in German)

(yells in German)

I will fire! Stop!

(grunts)

- (gunshot)
- (yells)

(Lewis yells in German)

Bertie?

(panting)

(gunshot)

LEWIS:
Stop or I will fire! I will shoot!

You have nowhere to go!

(Lewis yells in German)

Go on...

...shoot!

Come on...

...do it.

FREDA:
Albert!

(screams)

LEWIS:
Freda, no.

It's too late.

FREDA:
Albert!

Help me! Help me!

- (Albert yells in German)
- FREDA: Albert!

LEWIS:
Come on.

LEWIS:
Just stay with me. Stay with me.

Take him.

FREDA:
Papa!

(door closes)

I should never have brought you here.

(sighs softly)

Can't blame you...

for wanting to start again.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

What boy?

Freda, answer me.

I have always tried
to protect you.

Why would you do this?

Huh?

Listen to me.

You're my daughter.

I know I've not
always shown it...

...but you're the most
important thing in my life.

I miss Mummy.

So do I.

But we have each other.

We still have each other.

Lewis?

Are you all right?

How is she?

She's sleeping.

He knows.

Good.

We should leave in the morning.

(kisses)

(door closes)

(sighs)

Just go.

(footsteps approaching)

How did it happen?

Was he in pain?

He was caught in the blast.

It was instant.

Yeah.

(sighs)

You know, I never wanted to leave you.

I had to.

You know, I see his face...

every time I look at you.

When you laugh, I...

h- h-hear his voice.

I...

When I...

Every time I touch you, I...

I smell him on your skin.

You're the best part of me, Rachael.

You always will be.

(sighs)

(sobs)

(continues sobbing)

LUBERT:
Rachael?

Ready?

(indistinct announcement
over PA system)

Rachael?

No, no, no, no, no.

You-you're coming
with me.

I need you.

We needed each other.

But this is, this is what you wanted.

To start again.

I do.

I do.

(train whistle blowing)

Forgive me.

FREDA:
Rachael.

Papa!

Papa!

(birds chirping)

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