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I want him back!
I want my boy back!

There is no euthanasia program.

Then I'll just continue
making a nuisance of myself.

That wouldn't be advisable.

You have brought them
to our door!

You have led them
to our door!

Harry, Kasia.

Husband, wife.

You're having a baby.

Why didn't you tell me?

I have to look after myself,
Harry.

Come on!

Come on!

Looks like we found
Jerry, then.

At least we don't need a map.

The phony war
has reached a dramatic end

with the British
expeditionary force engaging

in battle with the Nazi force
in the town of Louvain.

Are the Germans better equipped
than their opponents?

Yes, without doubt.

They are better equipped,
better prepared,

but most ominously,
136 German divisions

advanced into Belgium
and Holland with Allied troops

numbering just half that.

The question is will Louvain
suffer the same fate as Warsaw?

The key to this war and
Nazi victories is efficiency.

I see efficiency,

in every aspect of German life
and society

and their efficiency in
eliminating their opponents,

both at home and abroad,

is something I'll talk about
more deeply

later in the week.

Peace News.

Peace News, lads.

Peace News, madam?

- Sir?
- No, no thanks.

Peace News, ladies...

How's business?

Ah, it's quiet for now.

But, uh... it'll pick up
now the lads are starting

to come home in pieces.

Are you in for your tea?

I've got something important
I want to talk about.

What's that then?

You having a baby?

- Who told you?
- Nobody.

Your mother had two of you,
remember.

I'm shell-shocked, Lois,
I'm not stupid.

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Did you try to kill me?

We shake hands.

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I have to go.

There are more wounded

coming from the front line
in Belgium all the time.

We're running out of beds.

Who are they?

They're Jewish.

The woman
is heavily pregnant.

They were attacked
in the street.

They were too scared
to go anywhere else.

They shouldn't be here.

You know the rules.

It's quite a cut.

It was quite a brick.

Somebody attacked you?

The anti-Semites.

It's why we are leaving.

England, we hope.

Sorry, my wife doesn't like me
to speak of these things.

Not to strangers,
in authority...

Well, I might be a stranger,

but I can assure you,
I have no authority.

We've company...

That's so cold
in my pocket.

I'm gonna warm it up.

That should do it.
Will you blow on it for me?

Where is it?

Wait a minute...

- It's here, behind your ear.
- Wow.

They're married?

Are you telling me
this to hurt me?

Think I'm over that now

- if truth be told...
- No!

I'm telling you

because I think it's unfair
that you're kept in ignorance.

You can say that again.

I have no more wish
to believe it than you.

But there's no malice
in Jan.

He hasn't made it up.

He was rather pleased
that he's got the words right.

And the facts.

Harry has always been
an impulsive boy.

- That's one word for it.
- Big on gesture,

small on consequence.

Try not to judge him
too harshly.

Boys are hard on their mothers.

Until they meet other women
to be mean to.

And then contempt turns to pity.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking

that if I'd known Harry
was going to marry

a Polish waitress,

that I would have regarded you
as more of a prospect.

Don't say anything.

Why didn't you tell her,

you were having his kid?

She doesn't need to know.

She really doesn't.

The so-called
"Mercy Killing" program

is not a subject
for broadcast.

Fine. What should I call it?

"Life Unworthy of Life"?

Uh...
"Involuntary Euthanasia"?

- "Child Murder"?
- You know that we can't

broadcast material
that may be misinterpreted.

I think the American public
understands

what state murder is.

I imagine they do.

Nobody does it like
the Americans, after all.

That professor in charge
of this program,

he said you were
the brave ones.

for doing this.

Well, brave,
but not that brave, hey?

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Ja.

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Please, Nancy, sit down.

- Drink?
- Nancy!

- I have work.
- Nancy!

Hello.

So you are saying

the German army
can't be stopped.

So we're going to win.

It certainly looks that way.

Does that mean Klaus
will be coming home soon?

The better the war goes,

the worse for Hilda.

Not necessarily.

She might become
less of a priority.

Oh, Nancy, please,
don't lie to me.

What was the first thing
we said

when we defeated
the French?

The Negros and the Jews

need teaching
with a sharp sword.

The first thing.

When they win,
then their ideas win.

And one of their ideas
is to kill children like Hilda.

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I should go.
I should go.

- Please...
- Yes, you should.

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What's that?

What does it mean?

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- Say it in English.

So that Nancy can hear.

Aren't you ashamed?

I can't afford
the luxury of shame.

I am protecting my daughter.

Why can't you see that?!

I know it.
Miss Campbell knows it.

Tell her, Frau Campbell,
tell her,

this drunken wife of mine

that I'm right to do this!

The Nazis are going nowhere.

The Nazis are going to win.

And the only thing that keeps
Hilda safe

is if we are on their side.

(birds twittering

Please...

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Are you okay?

I need to talk to you.

I'm Jewish, Webster.

My papers are forged.

I'm Jewish.

Is that all?

If the Nazis
march into Paris...

It won't just be me
who is in trouble.

It will bring attention
to the hospital.

What about your family?

They got out early

when they saw the way it was
in Germany.

They knew France would follow.

If you still want me to stay
and fight, I will.

Henriette,

you're risking
your life to be here.

You don't need
my permission.

You need my thanks.

How much longer
will it be like this?

If Belgium falls,
we won't have much longer.

What are you smiling about?

Being here.

With you.

Mm.

Webster.

Christ.

What is this?

What is that?

The fascists are on to me.

They know where I live.

How does it feel to be a target,
Webster?

I was a fairy growing up
on a military base in Texas.

Albert, believe me,

I already know what it's like
to be a target.

I'm sorry.

I know.

No.

I'm sorry.

I...

I thought you'd be safe here.

You should come
stay with me.

I'll never be safe
anywhere in the world, Webster.

People have got

plenty of choice of what they
might want to hate me for.

So here we are.

Here we are.

♪ It was just
one of those things ♪

♪ Just one of those ♪

♪ Crazy flings ♪

♪ One of those bells
that now and then rings ♪

Sorry.

I just couldn't...

I don't know why.

Don't you?

For someone who doesn't care
that Harry got married

you seem pretty cut up about it.

I didn't want him back.

I didn't want him to marry me.

No one would blame you
if you did.

That's not what hurts me.

What hurts is that...

I wanted a Harry back
that doesn't exist.

A version I've been
carrying around with myself

all this time.

And it was never real.

That's what hurts.

So make sure you've written
your letters home.

Already wrote last month.

What am I gonna tell her?

You know what
the officer means.

Er... to your mother
or a loved one, Taff.

Or that sheep
you left behind.

Send her a bit of moss
to remember you by.

I mean it, lads.

Think about your families.

How many are you going to write,
sir?

Two sweethearts.

You'll be up all night.

What about you?

Oh, I did mine the day I
realized you were my C.O., sir.

Wasn't even sure we'd make it
alive out of basic training.

Ah...

Wait.

Nein!

Wait...

Bloody hell, sir,

have you been up
writing all night?

Well, I do hope there's
no cock talk in it, sir.

You don't want that read out
at your funeral.

I'm writing to my mother.

Sorry, sir,

not ruined your flow, have I?

Sarge! Sarge!

Jerry's knocking
on the front door!

What are the orders, sir?

Sir, what are the orders?

I don't know.

Look at me, sir.

Look at me!

The order is that we get out
of here and fall back now, sir.

It needs to be now, sir, yeah?

Maybe sooner than now, sir.

Right, lads,
we're falling back.

Back of the building.
We don't engage.

Go!

Go! Go now, you peasants!

Out! Out!

God!

Oh, hello, Robina.

It's Douglas, Lois's dad.

Yes, I remember who you are,
Douglas,

I just don't remember
making any arrangements.

Oh, no, no,
we didn't...

We didn't.

I just came on the off chance
on my bike.

That is self-evident.

Well, it's a road racer,
actually.

But it's an easy mistake to make.

You'd better come in.

So, what do you think
of Mr. Churchill, Douglas?

A man we can all get behind,
I'm sure you'll agree.

You don't have to be shy

of disagreeing with me, Douglas.

I don't care enough about
politics to be offended

if you have a different opinion.

Well, let's just say
I have my differences

with Mr. Churchill
and leave it at that.

And Mr. Hitler.

You have your differences
with him, too, I take it.

One or two, yes...

Have you heard anything
from Harry?

These last few days at all?

Well, he's not hiding from you
or your daughter,

if that's what
you're worried about.

Oh no,
that's not what I mean.

I, uh... he's with
the British troops, isn't he?

In France and Belgium?

Yes, I know what you meant,
Douglas.

I'm afraid my humor
isn't to everyone's taste.

I'm not here to...
chase Harry down

with a shotgun.

And Lois doesn't know
I'm here.

But you had the courage
and good grace

to come and tell my girl
about your lad.

And the thing is,

and what she didn't
tell you,

what with pride
and what have you, is that...

she's having his baby.

Harry's baby.

Your Harry, she's...

having his baby, like.

You seem to have made...

quite a hit with Jan.

Have you time...

for a game of chess?

Yes.

A while since I played like...

Hello, Jan.

C-four, Queen's Gambit
if I were you.

New orders.

We dig in 20 miles north and
prepare a new defensive line.

Eh?

When do we head down and
batter the Krauts in the south?

We don't.

We're going to head
to northern France.

And then we hold firm.

Hold firm and drop back?

That's a new one on me.

Let's move.

Take cover! Machine gun.

Taffy, Stan,

can you hold his fire?

We have to take that machine gun out.

Keep him busy,
and I'll work around the back.

Stuff you, Fritz.

Trust you to insult
the one Jerry that speaks Welsh.

Keep at it, Taffy.
Keep at it.

I'm going to make sure
silly bollocks

doesn't get himself killed.

It'll be all right, Bob.

Think of all them winners
at White City.

When we get out of here
that's what we'll do.

A night at the dogs,
you and me, Bob, all right?

Go on Taff!

You all right, sir?

Yes.

Thank you, Sergeant.

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Kasia!

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Hey!

Hey!

We are Polish!

Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot. We are Polish!
- We're Polish!

Son.

You all right, Dad?

Bought you a canary.

Think we'll have to go
with one rasher each.

Dad, don't worry.

Double rations
when you're under fire.

Yeah, give over...

I was cooking all the way
through the battle.

A slice of my fried bread
sunk a U-boat.

- You don't have to pretend to be brave for me, lad.
- Good.

'Cause I'm not going back.

- What?
- I'm not going back.

I'm deserting.

That's why I came home
to you.

'Cause I know you'd be the one
to help me.

Konrad...

Nie, nie, nie, nie, nie, nie,
nie, nie!

Somebody help me!

Help me!

I thought I was
finally doing something

for the right reasons.

Something good.

When I came up for air,

and I saw our lads lying dead...

some looking more like meat
than bloke to be honest, Dad.

I knew the German lads
had the same.

I was right to be bad all along.

So where's the sense
of risking my life?

You know...

I'm done.

I think you should go back.

You want me to go back?

To war?

- That you hate.
- No.

I don't want you to go back.

I just think
that you should.

Because it's me?

And because it's me.

They will use you
to get at me.

And they won't register you
in a million years.

You don't know that, Dad.

If the peace movement accept
any lad who goes AWOL,

then it will make us look

as though we're encouraging
deserters,

not genuine conscientious
objectors.

And I'm not genuine?

You don't think I'm genuine?

Are you, son?

I can be.

If you coach me...

And what if you get
court-martialed for going AWOL?

You could be hanged
for desertion.

Or getting beat to a pulp
in prison every day, eh.

You know what?

Yeah, you're right.

Daft idea.

You know, I just think...

you should think it through...

Yep. Not my strong suit, Dad.

Do you want me
to talk to Dad?

He's a pacifist,
but he wants me to go back

and start killing people.

Why don't you ask him
to explain that?

Maybe he thinks
you aren't a very good shot.

Ha, ha...

Is that one of your ENSA jokes?

You know, for a moment,
I thought he might be pleased.

Just for a moment.

Go back down there
and fight him, then.

Don't just give up.

What does it matter to you,
either way?

I need you to stay here.

I need my brother.

What, you?

You've never needed anything
of me all my life.

Belongs to you.

Take a look inside.

I don't need to.
I know what it is.

It's my story.

Your naivete.

The idea that you could
smuggle a story out

like some sort of teenage spy.

I will find a way
to get this information out.

Your euthanasia program
is party policy, isn't it?

I don't think it would be good
for the Rosslers if you did.

The Rosslers?
Your neighbors?

I don't think they want any more
attention drawn to them

or their daughter,

do you?

Are you threatening me?

I'm just reminding you

of your responsibilities
to your hosts.

The Rosslers are, after all,
the "loving, ordinary

German family living under the
shadow of Nazi death clinics"

that you refer to.

I'll do nothing more
with this story.

And the Rosslers' child
will be safe?

The authorities will lose
interest in her?

Yes.

Not so much a threat
as a mutual understanding,

that's all.

How can I trust you?

I don't know.

How can I trust you?

Nancy!

Hello, my little kitten!

Are you feeling better?

Much better, thank you.

We are going away,
we came to say goodbye.

Just for a while.

We have a summer house
on the lake.

Just Hilda and I.

Papa says it is fun for us
to go away somewhere,

and nobody knows where.

Papa's right.
It is fun.

Like a big game
of hide and seek.

You could come see us
one weekend.

I would like that.

Do you have a radio
out there?

Yes.

So, every evening,
tune into my broadcast...

and raise a glass.

And I will do the same
in the full knowledge

that one day we will be
drinking one together.

And all will be well.

All will be well.

Yes. Thank you.

One day.

Papa, will be staying.

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American candy.

Thank you, Nancy!

What you after, missus?

- I was wondering if your father was home?
- No.

He'll be out flogging his paper.

Are you one of his
peace pledge chums, are you?

- There's a lot of posh women in that lot.
- No!

Certainly not.

You don't have any idea
where I might find him?

I do, as a matter of fact.

But if you're not a mate of his

then what do you want with him,
hmm?

Did he give you the wrong change
on the last bus home?

Hang on, missus!

I was only
pulling your leg.

If my dad's got
a fancy woman on the go,

that's his business!

If I could...

bribe you with a cup of tea,

could you drag yourself away
from the revolution

for a moment?

Yep.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you for coming
to see me the other day.

I owe you an apology.

I feel I reacted rather rudely
to your gesture...

Oh, by doing a flit?

I've had worse reactions
in my time.

I, I think you showed
great courage coming to tell me.

And I'm glad that you did.

Oh... thank you.

But I just thought you should
know the truth, that's all...

Did you have any purpose
in telling me?

Were you hoping

for a reconciliation between
Harry and your daughter?

No, no.

Far from it.

And it's the last thing
she wants.

But I thought you seemed like
the kind of lady

who would take her social
responsibilities seriously,

irrespective of what
your son might want to do.

Ah, now we get to it.

This is about money in the end,
is it?

It's about being involved
in the child's life.

Financially?

No, not just financially, no.

Though it's easy to treat money
as vulgar

when you've got plenty.

I don't want to fall out
with you, Douglas.

Nor me with you, Robina.

I just wanted you
to have the facts, like I did.

- And...
- What's going on?

You were spotted,
and I didn't believe it.

Douglas came to see me
the other day.

And he told me about
your condition.

He had no right.

Does Harry know?

Yes, Harry knows.

And I'll say the same thing
to you that I said to him.

I don't want or need
anything from you.

Love...

Don't... um...

Thank you.

Thank you.

That much is clear.

Good luck, Lois.

Good luck.

Either it's an ambush

or we just got very lucky.

I've stayed in worse, sir.

Bloody hell, boys.

There's a bath!

Reckon I'll have one.

He's never had
a bath before, sir.

He's from Wales.

Um...

Thank you, Sergeant.

For helping me.

What, sir?

You gave me a kick up the arse.

You told me what to do and...

I won't forget that.

Did you get a head wound, sir?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I can't be beaten at denial,
Stan.

It runs in my family.

My father, in the last war...
my father, he...

Well, let's just say
he messed up,

and I maybe understood
for the first time

how that might have happened.

And...
maybe for the first time

I might have felt sorry
for him.

We need to set up a Bren gun
here, I reckon.

Yes.

Get a good sight
on any approach.

Yes, sir.

Turn those taps off,
Corporal Morgan!

You've got a job to do,
you grubby Welsh dragon!

I bet the fucking canary
doesn't have to go, does she?

Tom, I wish you'd understand

that we can't register any lad

who comes back from war
and says he's a conchie.

It's not any lad, is it?

- It's me.
- I know... I know...

And as I keep saying,

that's part of the problem.

You're my son.

They'd crucify you.

All right.

The problem is for you.

The problem is that
I am your son.

And you can't see anything of me
in yourself.

Oh, no, I can see a lot
of your mother though.

That bloody minded streak
of hers.

Nice try, Dad.

Still doesn't taste good.

Ah...

I refused to shake this lad's
hand on the Exeter.

I never got a chance
to put it right.

It's the only thing I learned
from the whole shitty thing.

Look after yourself.

Keep ducking.

He'll understand one day.

Yeah.

Just trying to do my best.

For both of you.

I know, Dad, I know.

And I went to see Robina
because...

Because it made you feel better.

Not me. You.

I went because you're not
thinking straight.

Because you're acting like
nothing will change!

Everything will change!

Everything's changed already!

There's only you still
flogging your daft peace paper

who hasn't caught on yet!

Lois!

- Keep going.
- Yes, sir.

No radio contact, sir.

Nothing from HQ.

I'd love to come abroad one day

and not shoot people.

What you were saying

about your dad, last night.

Sorry.

Some things best left unsaid
and all that.

You do know we're all
shitting it, don't you, sir?

I mean, it's normal.

The fear and that.

Just got to outrun it, sir.

Like we're gonna
outrun Jerry.

Hopefully.

They've got to be as knackered
as we are, haven't they?

No.

You're never knackered
when you're winning.

You think Don Bradman gets tired
when he's batting for two days?

You know, Sergeant,

if you could spell,
you'd be an intellectual.

If I could spell I wouldn't
be here with my arse on fire.

- Oh shit!
- Get inside! Inside!

It's out of range!

It's out of range!

We need to go.

We need to go, everybody out!
Everybody out!

We have a bridge,
head to the coast.

We get to Dunkirk and evacuate.

I know real strength
when I see it.

You have it in abundance.

I don't feel very strong
right now.

Herr Rossler.

I need your help.

A terrible thing has...

What is it?

Is it Hilda?

You must know something.

Why don't you know anything?

- Why don't you know anything?!
- Pull yourself together, Douglas.

I'm disappointed in you.

Shoot me!

Shoot me!

I'm ready for death.

We're all ready
for death, mate!

We're all ready for death.

How are you going
to evacuate 'em?

You and me are all that's left
of the chain of command.

If anything's happened to him,

I made him go.

I told him to go.
I made him.