All language subtitles for The.Plot.against.America.S01E01.EN

You're gonna call Italy.
You always call Italy first.

-That's because you're slow.
-Faster than you.

Say Italy and we all win.

I declare war on...

England!

Six, nine, ten, 11...

Freeze!

Philip!
Move, you're in the way!

Philip.

Good as gold.

Good afternoon, Selma.
How's your husband today?

As well as can be expected.

You know, if there's anything
I can do.

Thank you, Bess. And thank you
for asking your husband

to drive us to the doctor
last week.

A bus would have been too much
for Martin.

Seldon. It's time to come in.

Bye, Selma.

While I'm in the basement
with the laundry,

I can hear Mr. Wishnow coughing.

Poor man.

-Car!
-Car!

Get out of the street.

Car, c-a-r,
stick your head in a jelly jar!

Sandy, Philip.
Your father is home.

Can I do it again?

Sandy!

-Sandy, draw me next.
-No, me.

Unfortunately, ladies,
the artist in residence

has to come inside for dinner.

What do you think,
Aunt Evelyn?

Ah, remarkable.

I look like Rocky
from Angels with Dirty Faces.

-What?
-The one Jimmy Cagney played.

He goes to the electric chair
and only pretends to cry

because the priest asks him to.

You look more like Leo Gorcey.
Come on.

Shelly, Jackie!

-Where are ya? Come home!
-This. Huh?

Where are ya? Come home!

You've been listening

to the Artie Shaw Orchestra...

One, two, three...

Boys, dinner.

I told your mother
I'd wait, but she didn't want
to be a burden.

Sandy, Philip.

Doesn't matter to me if she
rode over here in a house coat.

I told her as much.
I could run over there
and get her right now.

It's not a big deal.

Sandy, help with the farshpayz.
The chicken's overcooked.

-Looks fine to me.
-Wanna get the door?

Anyway,
that's what gravy's for.

Bet you can taste
freedom already.

A couple more days, boychik.

Gut Shabbos.

-Can I speak with the papa?
-Dad.

-Gut Shabbos.

Still time until sundown,
I've come

for the Jewish homeland
in Palestine, please.

Of course. Sure.

Wash your hands. Sandy!

I washed them upstairs.

Good Shabbos.

And, uh...
thank you for your effort.

Most generous. Thank you.

Alvin, can you
scoot over? You're too close.

Aw-main.

Philip, the motzi.

Anyone listen
to the Yankee game?

-Ruffing won again.
-Did he?

Aw-mein.

I mean,
Ruffing is pitching better,

but it'll be hard for him
to win 20 again.

He still could.

Well, he's off last year's pace.

Napkin in your lap, please.

Boys, you went into New York,
you went to Katz's,

you know how much you'd pay
for soup this good?

A dollar a spoonful.

Every Friday, the same line.

Every Friday, the same soup.

Dad.

-Isn't this your homeland?
-Huh?

-Man asking for money.
-No, it's for Palestine.

It's to settle Jews in Europe
who are running from Hitler.

Well, we don't need
another homeland, right?

No.

-Who did the damage? DiMaggio?
-Dickey. Three-run homer.

How much do you want for this?

-Really? You can have it.
-No, I w-- I wanna buy it.

You're my cousin. I'm not
gonna sell you something I made.

When you become a famous artist,
I wanna be able to say

I was the first person
who bought your work.

So, uh...
two dollars sound right?

You sure?

Let me see what you bought.

Oh boy, he caught you.

-A real gangster.
-I was posing.

Is that what you call it?

You never let nothing go,
do you?

What'd I say?

This might give you an idea
for your Arbor Day poster.

The red one at the bottom.

This is good.

Thanks.

Boys,
it's close to your bedtime.

You know, Philip,

it'd be nice if you played
with Seldon once in a while.

Nobody wants to play with him.

And all he wants to do
is play chess.

I think you should extend
yourself.

His father's very sick.

Sandy.

Lights out.

What is it?

Ford Trimotor.

Citing the anniversary

of Jewish refugees

aboard the MS St. Louis
attempting to enter

the United States,
Senator Wheeler of Montana said

maintaining strict
border control merits focus

-over giving resources
for a foreign war.
-I don't get it.

What don't you get?

Why can't you do the new job,
but we still keep our apartment?

It's too far to drive every day
from Weequahic.

I'd be spending half my workday
in the car.

I'd have to change schools,
right?

You would.

This is a promotion, though.

I'd be the district manager
in charge of the Union office.

That's because your father
has had the highest sales

for Metropolitan Life
in the Newark office

for years now.

They're looking to pay me
75 dollars a week

to supervise in Union.

Maybe up to 100
after a year or two.

Let's take a look.

-Apartments?
-Nope.

For one family only.
The whole house.

The whole house?

This Depression has knocked
prices down.

And with my raise,

we could afford to buy
something like this.

Bess, you'd have
the flower garden

you've always wanted.

And boys, you'd each have
a bedroom of your own.

It's nice.

The other advantage

is that the interest
on the mortgage alone

is deductible
in your income tax,

which is a savings you don't get
when you're paying rent.

Sons of bitches.

Herman.

Go back to Delancey Street.

What are you looking at?

Hey, you there. Wrong turn.

Herman, please drive.

-Bye now.

Goddamn fascist bastards.

What just happened?

Bess.

Are you awake?

No.

Why was Dad so mad today?

Can't wait until I get
my own room.

Why did Dad cuss?

What's a "fascist bastard"?

You don't know, do you?

The fascists don't like Jews.

-Why?
-'Cause we're Jews.

But why?

'Cause of Hitler. Now go to bed
or I'm getting Mom.

You don't know.

Not like I know. You grew up
in the Third Ward around Jews.

You never had to think twice.

In Elizabeth, we were
the only Jewish family.

Then what?

Did the Cossacks run you out?

Did they--
Did they burn the shtetl?

You lived. You grew up.

That's not how it feels.

I was the only Jew
in my class.

I had no friends.

People would walk by
our apartment and point

and say,
"That's where the Jews live."

Like it was something
that had to be told to everyone.

It wasn't that I was mistreated.

I was just ignored.

And alone.

I don't want that for them.

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America.

And to the Republic,
for which it stands...

...for which it stands,
one nation, indivisible,

with liberty and justice
for all.

Our end-of-year awards ceremony
will be after lunch,

so you are to go
to the auditorium

when you finish eating.

Seldon, you'll be on the stage.

Class,
Seldon won the math contest.

Let's have a round of applause.

Before we get into fun
and games,

let's talk about our plans
for summer.

Please, please read.

It's very important,
and it will help you next year.

Try your very best to read
every day,

and try to read at least
one book a week.

If you don't have a book handy,
then read the newspaper.

And please be sure to practice
your penmanship,

both cursive and print.

You can even practice
using chalk.

Anything new?

We've got new footage
of Hitler and Göring accepting

the surrender of France.
And Hitler in Paris

dancing in the street
like a happy putz.

That came in yesterday.

I still can't get over the fact

that France fell apart
in only six weeks.

Germans know how to make war.

You read The Star-Ledger today?

About Wheeler
and the Republicans

-recruiting Lindbergh to run?
-Yeah.

He's tapped into something.

Maybe not around here,
but among the goyim.

Did you read the Roper poll?

Thirty-nine percent say Jews
are like other people.

Fifty-three percent say
we're different

and should be
quote "restricted" unquote.

That much?

Ten percent say we should be
deported.

And that, my friend,
is a lot of kindling.

Lindbergh, if he runs,
could be the spark.

Sandy.

Stop following me.

Where are you going?

I wanna give my sketch
to Alvin.

He hasn't been around
since the fight with Dad.

I wanna see Alvin, too.

Am I a fifth grader now?

I've finished fourth grade.

And in September, you start
the fifth grade.

Then, you'll be a fifth grader.

-So, what am I now?
-Now?

Now, you're a nudge.

Hey, Mr. Simkowitz,
is Alvin around?

Alvin?

Yeah, my cousin. I wanted to--

You tell him, he shows his face
around here,

I'll have the police on him.

You tell your thief cousin.

...lightness
of equipment make for speed,

and speed is the essence
of these commando operations.

Landing at an early hour
in the morning,

they quickly threw
the enemy defenses

into a state of confusion.

One German machine gun burst
reportedly fired point blank

at another,
says British Intelligence...

You off today?

Hey.
No. Working nights.

...allied operations.
The raid went like clockwork.

It's much ado about nothing.

The Brits are getting their ass
kicked left and right, so...

any two-bit thing
they can crow about--

What else can they say?
"We're losing the goddamn war"?

So, Dunkirk becomes a victory.

They lose France and have
to swim for their lives,

they talk about it
like it's winning.

Any more "winning" and Hitler
will end up in London.

...or where?

War talk in Washington:
FDR sells ships to England,

Republicans say
American neutrality at risk.

War talk in Washington:

-FDR sells ships to England--
-Hey, I'll take one.

-Republicans say
American neutrality at risk.
-Keep the change, kid.

War talk in Washington:
FDR sells ships to England,

Republicans say
American neutrality at risk.

War talk in Washington:
FDR sells--

You son of a bitch.

Come to Daddy.

Fuck me!

Hey! Hey! Shush! You'll bust it.

Alvin, he busts that machine,
it's my ass.

Come on, tough guy.

You're a punk, you know that?

Ease up, Shush. Walk.

Your mother didn't want to eat?

She won't take the bus.
She'll be fine.

I'll make a plate
and take it back to her.

I could've picked her up
on the way home.

Oh, she didn't want to impose.

Impose? I pick up
my mother-in-law, what,

twice a week for dinner?
What's a third?

Boys, you're late.
Everyone's hungry.

-Wash your hands, please.
-Okay.

So, Ev, you, uh... you looking
for some work over the summer?

I've gotta find something.

If I have to stay at home
with that woman until September,

I'll go mad.

Herman's looking for
a bigger house.

If that happens, then Mom
could live with us for a while,

-and you could have--
-Dad, where's Alvin?

No idea where Alvin is
or where he's staying.

Alvin can take care of himself.

So, Mom, what were you saying

about Nana coming to live
with us?

Oh, uh, just... if we got
a whole house of our own,

we'd take a turn
taking care of Nana.

Could you come
and live with us, too?

No, she'd live by herself.

But Aunt Ev,
you'd be sad all alone.

Not if you boys visited her.

-Aren't you gonna tell him?
-No. And you aren't either.

What if the police are looking
for Alvin?

-What if they come here?
-Shut up!

No one's looking for him
and it's none of your business.

I just wish I could be
more of a help to you.

It's not right that you have
to take care of her

all by yourself.

You have a family to raise.

And because of that,
this is your problem only?

It's not fair, Ev.

Well, I'm the oldest.

But I do have a favor to ask.

Could you cover for me tomorrow?

I want to meet Angelo
in New York.

I know you don't approve.

-I-- It's just--
-Yeah, not Jewish, I know.

And married.

But he's getting a divorce.

And that was happening
long before he met me.

Bess, I told you this.
I am no homewrecker.

It's hard for Angelo.
He's got children and...

He's doing the best he can.

You could meet someone still,
ev.

I met him.

So, he's not Jewish, so what?

I'll check in on Mom

and I'll bring her over
for dinner tomorrow.

-Come on, Bess. I'm happy!

Oh honey, you are the best.

Thanks.

Who are these war agitators?

Who are these voices

who wanna drag us
into another European conflict?

Well, I will tell you.
In fact, tonight...

-Roosevelt?
-Lindbergh,

-the son of a bitch.
-...I'm going to
name names. And in doing so,

I know that I am talking
about powerful elements

that are pushing
the United States

into this new war.

The three most important groups
are the British,

-the Jewish people...

...and the Roosevelt
administration.

Bess?

All of these groups
have their reasons

for wanting
America in this war,

but are they what Americans
should want?

You hear?

He's calling us war agitators.

-Listen to that crowd.

-He's feeding them raw meat.
-But no person of honesty

and vision can look on
their pro-war policy here today

without seeing the dangers
involved in such a policy,

both for us and for them.

A few far-sighted Jewish people
realize this

and stand opposed
to intervention,

but the majority still do not.

We cannot blame them
for looking out for what

they believe to be
their own interests,

but we must also look out
for ours.

We cannot allow the natural
passions and prejudices

of other peoples...

"Other people"? "Us and them"?
"Our interests"?

We're Americans,
you fascist son of a bitch!

-Herman, quiet. Just listen.
-The lousy traitor.

I bet he's onstage right now,
wearing that goddamn medal

that Göring put on his chest.

Fucking Nazi son of a bitch.

Herman, the children.

They should hear what this
good-for-nothing turncoat
is saying.

...for the Jewish
or British people.

Both races, I admire.

But I am saying that the
leaders of both the British

and the Jewish races,

for reasons which are
as understandable from their--

This is how it starts.

Everyone thinking they can work
with the guy,

that they'll bring him around.
It's like Hitler.

Everyone thinking
he doesn't mean what he says.

Exactly.

Year after year,
Hitler says terrible things...

What's happening?

And they said nothing.

When a man tells you
he's a son of a bitch,
believe him.

Same with the America Firsters
with all their crap

about keeping pure European
blood free from inferior blood?

Which, by the way, they mean us.

Of course it's us.
It's always us.

But this, with Lindbergh,
he's giving permission.

He's a goddamn hero.

So, if he says it, every
anti-Semite has permission.

"The lone eagle.
He flew across the ocean.

He wouldn't lie.
He's a great American."

Newspapers and the radio guys,
they all lap it up.

Well, they lap it up
because it's Lindbergh.

Coughlin says it
or even Henry Ford,

they argue back. No one will go
after Lucky Lindy.

Is he going to run
for president?

Against Roosevelt?
He'd be a putz.

He's a hero, as you said.

A hero. A hero now.

But if the Republicans run him
against Roosevelt,

after all he did to get us out
of this Depression--

Who says we're out of it?

-Worst is over.
-Says you.

A lot of people still aren't
earning what they once did.

I know plenty still out of work.
People aren't patient.

Not with Roosevelt.
Not with anybody.

And no one wants another war.

-That's for sure.
-Uh-huh.

Roosevelt's a professional
politician. A leader.

Lindy's an airplane pilot
with opinions.

-Horseshit opinions.
-If the Republicans

are that stupid, Roosevelt will
mop the floor with them.

You know, I remember the parade
when he came home.

-The ticker tape.
Yeah, sure, I remember.

I remember it. My father,
he took off work that day

and we took the tube
into the city.

He put me up on his shoulders
to see Lindy come down Broadway.

So what?

So, I still remember how I felt.

And now?

That's still who he is.

Not to us, not now,
not in this neighborhood,

but to the rest of the country,

he's still that man
in the little plane.

A kid
should get named after him.

Boys, it's late. Back to bed.

What's in my heart
should be in his head.

Always blamin' the Jews.

Win or lose, there's a lot
of hate out there.

And he knows how to tap into it.

Boys still upstairs?

Still in pajamas.

Celebrating their first day
out of school, I'd say.

If you're ready, I can drop you
at your mother's.

Okay.

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna tear them up?

-You're keeping them?
-Don't tell.

But Mom and Dad saw them
already.

Everybody has.

Anyone asks, I threw them away.

Suppose they find them?

How will they do that?

Just keep your little trap shut,
and no one will find anything.

And if Mom and Dad make me
tear up my sketches,

they'll make you tear up
your Lindbergh stamp.

I'm not gonna say nothin'.

Evelyn.

Taxi! Taxi!

You sure it's okay
I don't come in?

Sure.
But if you really want to...

Enjoy the newsreels.

Give my love to your mother.

Ma. You gotta eat something.

Not hungry.

And where's your sister?

She had plans. I'm here.

You're coming to dinner
with us tonight.

Herman's gonna pick us up
after work.

Your sister is with her man.

What kind of man doesn't show
himself to the girl's mother?

I know what kind.
A shegetz.

-You don't know that.
-A mother knows.

If he was Jewish, she would have
brought him home by now.

Thank God your father's dead.

Ma, look at me.

Bess, where's Evelyn?

Two bits, each hour.

What can I tell ya?
It ain't Jersey.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hatcher will see you now.

There's our new
district manager.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Please, sit.

We better get up.

-Already?
-Yeah.

It's a quarter past.
Reservation's for six o'clock.

Yeah, about that.

You didn't forget?

Steak at Keens.
I gave you the number.

Ev, I gotta get back tonight.

Well...

I-- I brought a suitcase. Why--
Why didn't you say something?

She invited people, neighbors.

I can't miss dinner tonight.

S-- So why not be honest?

Angelo.

Hey, talk to me.

-Come on, Ev.

So, you-- You see me, and all
the blood leaves your head,

and-- and you-- you get a taste
of fruit,

and then everything changes.

Angelo.

I thought you knew
what you wanted.

I told you before. Leaving
my family would kill my mother.

W-- What about my mother?

What the hell am I supposed
to tell her about us?

I can't get a divorce.
Not now.

Not till the kids grow up some.

You can't, or won't?

Ev...

This is supposed
to be something fun.

I didn't come here
for a shakedown.

You know my situation by now.

Ange-- Angelo. Wait.

Stay. The room's paid for.

-Oh, Philip, good for you.

But there'll only be four of us.
Nana isn't feeling up to dinner.

Sandy, could you bring up
the laundry from the basement?

Mom.

Philip, I'm busy. What is it?

Something the matter?

What is it?

Took you long enough.

I just heard about it today.

So, Alvin finally owned up
to it?

For the life of me, I don't know
what's wrong with the boy.

-I'm just...

I'm sorry I asked you
to take him on.

The strange thing,
he's a good worker.

Smart. Learns quick, mechanical.
I had him working in the bay.

-Hell, he learned how

to do stuff on the new cars
I don't even know.

Rewire the electrical
and the new short waves

or adjust frequencies,
he's a damn smart kid.

Irv, I gotta ask you.

You call the police about it?

I was waiting for you
to come around.

Thank you.

-Hey, pal!

How much?

Fifty-three.

Sure, you comin' or what?

I can give you, uh...

I can give you ten now.

I'll have the rest by Friday.

Uh, the things we do for blood.

-What else am I gonna do?

Both of his parents
dying young...

I'm the uncle,
I'm supposed to do something.

Okay, see you later.

You hear the speech last night?

Oh, the son of a bitch.

I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.

The goyim
sharpening knives again.

It's so bad even a few
Republicans broke ranks.

Dewey and Willkie
both came out against him.

I didn't hear that.

The latest news this morning
is Lindbergh resigned

his reserve commission
in the army.

Says he won't serve under FDR
as a Commander in Chief.

Traitor, flat out.

My brother was in Berlin
back in '32.

He wrote to us about what
Goebbels and Hitler were up to.

The government there,
they played by the rules.

The Nazis, they made a joke
of every damn rule,

and now here's FDR playing
with his one hand tied

behind his back like this is
some kind of gentlemen's sport.

Mark my word. If Roosevelt
don't do something soon,

there's gonna be hell to pay.

Your brother, he-- he get out?

I haven't heard from him
in two years.

-I could use a beer.
-Yeah?

What about the money
from old man Simkowitz?

Nah, that's long gone.

I'm not just bent.
I'm flat broke.

You went through all of it?

I mean,
it wasn't exactly a pile.

Yeah, enough to get me fired,
asshole.

Yeah, sorry about that.

But I got an idea, though.
You know Mickey Egan, right?

-Uh, the bookie.
-Yeah, him.

This is where you parked?

So he's got this kid running
his numbers in Hillside.

And I've been eyeing this kid.
He's real sloppy.

We could take him.

-So that's your big idea?
-Mm-hmm.

We're gonna rob a policy runner.

-Yeah.

Sorry, just let me
get this straight.

So, we jam this kid, yeah?
We take his money,

and then we run back
to Weequahic and call,

"Olly, olly, oxen free."
Yeah, we're safe and sound.

We're no prob--
There's no problems at all.

My uncle will cover for us.

-Shush, your uncle is in Philly.
-So?

Well, he ain't shit here
in Jersey.

Look, Mickey Egan has
the sloppy kid covered.

Longy and his guys have Egan
covered,

and the New York Mob? Yeah?
They have Longy covered.

The strong eat the weak,
not the other way around, Shush.

And that's the way the world
works.

You wanna commit suicide,
you go ahead.

You can count me out.

Taxi!

The world fucking stinks.

-Yeah.
-Right here.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

I drove to New York today.

Spoke to Hatcher
about the promotion.

And?

He heard me out.

I told him I wasn't going
to take the position.

What did he say?

He said... "Good luck, Levin."

-He wasn't angry?
-Bess.

Hatcher is a gentleman
of the old school.

He doesn't waste his time
getting angry

at somebody like me.

I'm small potatoes.

What about Karl?

He put you up for the promotion.

You know what he told me
when I got back?

He said the Union office
is full of drunks.

Famous for drunks.

He didn't want to say anything
to influence my decision,

but he told me I'd have been
the head Jew.

The big, sheeny boss the goyim
are all dying to work for.

I was supposed to go
and pick them up

off the barroom floor.

You can imagine
how they would have loved me.

No, I'm...

I'm better off where I am.

I hope I didn't...

Honey, I did what I did.
That's the end of it.

We're going to be fine.

Hey, Seabiscuit. Look at me.

-Good boy.
-Good boy.

You trainin' horses now, kid?

- Hey!

Hey, now you can draw its ass.

What do I need the horse for?
You can model that.

-Hey, you little runt--
-Hey, just cut the crap, Shush.

Why don't you go over
to the game?

-I'll catch up.
-All right.

Hey, good one, Sandy.
You're pretty funny.

Well, can I see?

Damn, you are good.

-Alvin.
-What?

I stopped by the gas station.

I had your sketch.

Oh, so you think I'm a thief?

No, no, it's--
it's just Mr. Simkowitz--

Mr. Simkowitz
said I was a thief.

Look, just between me
and your buddy over there,

I'm a lot of things, kiddo.
But a thief, I'm not.

You're too young
to understand now,

but there comes a time
in a guy's life,

where a guy has to stick up
for a friend...

even if the friend isn't
always the brightest bulb.

Good. We square?

All right. Anyway, you'll have
to excuse me, Picasso.

There's some guys in the alley
behind the barbershop,

and they're just begging
to lose their beer money.

-Hey, Philip.
-Hi, Earl.

Who's at the door, Earl?

A friend from school.

Louise,
this is my friend, Philip.

Glad to meet you, Philip.

Earl, there's a plate of cookies
on the counter.

I'm sorry, I have to run.

It's nice meeting you, Philip.
Bye.

-Wow.

Who was that?

That's my mom.

You call you mom
by her first name?

Yeah, she likes it.
She thinks it's hip.

-"Hip"?
-Hip. You know, cool.

It's what musicians say.

My dad plays in the Glen Gray
Casa Loma Orchestra.

It's a swing band and Louise
used to be their singer.

She made a record.
You wanna hear it?

Yeah. Sure.

He wanted it to go on like that.

I'd be the mistress,
never the wife.

-I'm sorry, Ev.

Where did all the boys go?

There used to be so many.

Well, maybe that was
the problem.

Come on, you'll meet someone.

Who, the plumber when he comes
to fix Mom's sink?

Stop. You're beautiful.
You're bright.

I'm gonna die an old maid.

Ev, we can work something out.

I-- I can stay with Mom more.

I'll talk to Herman. Maybe...
he can still take the promotion,

then we'll have a house,
uh, a room for Mom.

No, you stop.

I couldn't live with myself

if I let you move the boys
to Union.

It's not your fault.

It's just...
the way things worked out.

When my dad's touring
with his band, he sends

air mail stamps postmarked
from cities everywhere.

Here's one from Honolulu, Oahu.
That's part of Hawaii.

I saw that one in the book.

My dad went to a private home
in Honolulu to see

the canceled two-cent Hawaiian
missionary stamp of 1851.

Did you ever see it?

Dad sent me a picture of it.
It's worth 100,000 dollars.

Want some more cookies?

We have all kinds.

No thanks.

Okay.

Let's do something awful.

Come on.

Take a look over here.

You can touch 'em.

You can't hurt 'em none.

-Cool, huh?
-Yeah.

Hip.

You can touch these, too.

No, that's okay, Earl.

...have an innate responsibility

to raise them up with purpose,

and we must come to understand
that the classroom

is the life garden
of human flowers

in which the child
is helped to grow

in an atmosphere of joy
and gladness...

-...for it is the classroom

where American ideals
are instilled,

ideals we need
in these troubled times

where there can be no divided
allegiance.

We have room for but one flag.

The American flag.
Thank you.

I didn't think you'd make it.

Ugh. Very tired.
Almost didn't come.

Well, you missed
all the speeches.

The mayor already came and left
and the superintendent.

And then that rabbi
with the concluding prayers
and remarks.

-Rabbi?
-You can't ignore
Hitler's threats.

So, I met
the new math teacher.

Oh?

He's younger than I thought.
From Boston.

Met his wife, too.

She'll be teaching third
in the fall,

but... maybe I misheard
and it was their daughter,

I... I can't remember.

...and what is best
for our country is best for us.

We fight them over there,

or we fight them here.
Lindbergh's all wet.

Perfectly fine to disagree,
however, it appears

as if our dialogue has drawn
two lovely ladies to us.

This is my wife Tess and
our colleague, Evelyn Finkel.

Evelyn's a substitute
at Hawthorne Avenue

and has been an officer
of the teachers' union

-for the last few years.
-Call me Lionel.

Evelyn, a beautiful name
for a beautiful lady.

Tell me about your work
for the teachers' union.

Oh, please, I'm--
I'm one of many.

Modest as well.

Well, I am very pleased
to make your acquaintance.

Brought to you by Jergens,

the lotion for soft, smooth,
romantic hands.

And now,
here is Walter Winchell.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.
North and South America

and all the ships and clippers
at sea, let's go to press.

-Flash: Mineola, New York.

Herr Lindbergh's announcement

yesterday that he's seeking to
become the Republican nominee

for president and to challenge
Franklin Roosevelt

on an isolationist, pro-fascist
platform has revealed

the Lone Eagle to be
the Lone Ostrich,

sticking his head in the sand
to avoid the terrible threat

-facing our great nation.
-Damn right.

It appears
Herr Lindbergh wants to be

the second Neville Chamberlain,
and like Chamberlain,

he's swallowed hook, line,
and sinker,

the lie that Hitler and the
vicious thugs around him

are eager to turn their swords
into plowshares.

Sorry, Herr Lindbergh.
Peace for our time

cannot be bought
with words on a piece of paper,

and the American people
won't be fooled.

-Flash: Berlin.

Herr Hitler and Herman Göring
are slapping hands together

and jumping around with
delight, knowing they bought

Herr Lindbergh with a cheap
Nazi medal and a pack of lies.

-Flash: London.

-Prime Minister Churchill
put to lie

Herr Lindbergh's faith
in the Little Corporal

when he said, and I quote, "The
Battle of France is over...

-Look what the cat dragged in.
-Herman...

What the hell is wrong with you?

I gave you a roof
over your head.

Food on the table.

I went out on a limb for you,
got you that job.

And you drag the Levin name
through the mud?

You're nothing
but a common thief.

You think your roof,
your food gives you the right?

Even in court,
the defendant gets to tell

his side of the story.
But oh no, not in this house.

You didn't have the guts
to tell me you lost the job

-because you stole.
-Herman.

-What other side is there?
-Herman, this doesn't help.

Let it be, Aunt Bess.

I just came for my things.

I need my coat
from the back hall.

-Keep an eye on the silverware.
-Herman!

Sorry you had
to hear that, boys.

Dad was really mad.

Alvin told me he didn't do it.

I think he took the blame
for one of his friends.

Did you tell Dad?

Alvin told me
not to say nothin'.

I lost my temper.

I was wrong.

We're family.

And this evening, I forgot that.

I'll find your cousin
and apologize.

Lindbergh is just
another Father Coughlin.

"And now for the golden hour of
the Shrine of the Little Lindy."

He'll probably show up back here
before I can track him down.

Dewey came out against him.

Of course he did.
He's not trying

-to be number two to a phony.
You gotta get involved.

Like a weight lifted
off my shoulders.

Herman. What'd you think?

Whatever Walter Winchell
left standing tonight,

FDR will tear down tomorrow.

What does he know with politics?

-Can't believe
he's gonna support...
-The Lone Ostrich.

Shush wasn't lying.
They really got you.

I don't even know
how they knew.

That you were a Jew?

They always know.

Last time I ever go to Union
alone, I'll tell you that.

-Fucking Krauts.

Uh... thanks... for this.
You know, I'll-- I'll give you

some rent money
when I'm back on my feet.

Sofa in the back room upstairs
will have to do.

There's sheets and a pillow
in the closet down the hall.

Just make sure to be out of here
before my dad opens at 10:00.

Okay?

-You really wanna do this?
-I'm tired of turning my cheek.

Where he at?

Shit, give him a second.

You comin'?

The Cathay Circle Theater

is the setting for
a colorful premiere

of the new
Warner Brothers screen triumph

All This, and Heaven Too,

-Rachel Field's famous novel.

James Stewart attends
the gala opening

with Olivia de Havilland.

And about 20,000 are on hand
for the festivities.

Mr. and Mrs. Jack Warner

come with Elsa Maxwell
of party fame.

And now, the still men
seem bent on shooting somebody.

-This is late for you.
-I'm looking for my nephew.

Oh, yeah. I haven't seen him.

My intention in running
for the presidency

is to preserve
American democracy

by preventing America
from taking part

in another world war.

Your choice is simple.

It is not between
Charles A. Lindbergh

and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

It is between
Lindbergh and war.

Already got
the asshole's picture up.

Fucking Lindy.
They think Lindbergh can win.

He can.

With the Battle of France over,

and Nazi Germany
the clear victor,

the Battle of Britain
is now on.

The German Luftwaffe started
by sending waves of planes

to attack the southern coast
of England,

bombing British airfields
and coastal defenses

before making their way
back to French territory.

The Luftwaffe soon expanded
their attacks

beyond the English Channel
with bombings

on RAF bases
and British convoys, moving--

They look kinda drunk.
Is that fair?

L'chaim.

All over
Nazi-controlled Poland,

Jews and other so-called
"undesirables"

have been rounded up en masse
by the Third Reich

to separate them
from the greater population.

While some Polish Jews
have fled to the Soviet Union

in the face of last year's
German invasion,

many more have been rounded up
and put into segregated ghettos

throughout the major cities,
including Warsaw,

Lodz and Bendzin,

as well as the Free City
of Danzig.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Fucking cocksucker!

Fucking Jew!

Luxembourg, Albania,
and now France,

all seeing the swastika
fly above their soil

as Hitler's Third Reich
attempts to curtail

the activities and movements
of Bolsheviks,

Jews, and their sympathizers.

Nazi shit fuck!

Across the world,
key Nazi ally Imperial Japan

makes a similar march
on the continent of Asia,

already occupying Manchuria,

Taiwan, parts of mainland
China, and Korea,

with its armed forces now
threatening French Indochina.

I'll kill you!

-Come on! Fucking shit!
-Stay down!

-Hey! Let's go!
-Kraut sons of bitches!

-Come on!
-Fuck!

Let's go, let's go.

That's for Daniel,
you Nazi fucks.

-Go, go, go! Come on!
-Kraut sons of bitches!

Sheeny bastards!

Yes! Yes!

-Ah, fuck.

I have
only contempt for Adolf Hitler.

There may be a time
when he comes here, to America.

And what will our president
do then?

Your choice is simple.

It is not between
Charles A. Lindbergh

and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

It is between Lindbergh and war.

Lindbergh! Lindbergh! Lindbergh!

Everyone sees what he is.

Everyone I talk to knows that
he's just--

Who do you talk to?

We live in Newark, New Jersey,
in the Jewish section of town.

I met with Lindbergh.
He's a gracious man.

There are so many, though,
who don't trust him.

I understand.

And I'm gonna do my best
to convince them otherwise.

The 33rd president
of the United States,

Charles Augustus Lindbergh.

I think
I might've found someone.

-Who, then?
-Rabbi Bengelsdorf.

Evelyn.

I have been asked
to initiate a new program.

Consider it a mitzvah
to send the best young man

to go spend a summer
with a farm family.

I don't wanna go.

This is just a great opportunity
and that's all.

That's how fascism works.

They turn children against
their parents.

You here to fight
for King and country?

I'm here to kill Nazis.

Charlie Lindbergh wants to be

another little Hitler himself.

Charles Lindbergh is a hero!
You are a coward.

And you're dragging everyone
down with you!

Not you, Evelyn.

You're headed straight
to the top!

What is happening here
is for your own good.

We gotta get out of here.

Canada.

This is my country!

Not anymore.
It is Lindbergh's.

We only think we're Americans.