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We have to move, come on!

Bombs blasted, soldiers were shot.

Yes, I expect those things

would happen in a war.

Well, if you know, then no

reason for me to keep

answering your questions.

If you want someone, Mr.

Mr. What do you expect to get

from this?

Forget from this.

If you think that's a

difficult question,

you might want to reconsider

your future in journalism. I'm curious.

It never bodes well.

Well, maybe for you.

You're making a big deal out

of nothing.

They're just pictures.

I don't believe that.

There must be stories behind them.

Why does it matter?

They should be heard.

Don't you want the world to

know about you?

Well, isn't that why you went there?

You think I went to war so

people would know my name?

I didn't say that.

I think you did.

I'm not trying to interrogate you.

All interviews were interrogations.

The good ones, anyway.

Were all of these published? Some were.

But not all.

What do I get?

What do you mean?

I tell you about these

pictures, I give you all my stories.

What do I get in return?

Does it have to be so transactional?

That's what life is.

I'll tell you a story about

me if you tell me a story about you.

Fine.

I've been the model, I've

been the muse, I've been the

ingenue, but I was done with all that.

I was good at drinking,

having sex, and taking pictures.

And I did all three as much as I could.

Life was fun.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

I'm happy, I'm hungry, and I

sing on my way.

But the Germans seem to love him.

Well, the French do not.

Lunch is served.

Bravo!

Please, no more politics.

So, I was thinking we should

swim with our cocktails this evening.

Wonderful. I agree.

But seriously,

France will not stand for his ideas.

We will move against him.

And when that fails, England

will be ready

to ride to your rescue once more.

Darling, you're here.

We were going to send out a such party.

You seem to love to brag

about savings a day.

It turns out that you usually

wait until the last second.

That's a happy day. Bon amour.

Laisse ta place à vous.

Roland, hi. Roland, welcome.

Was it a hideous little journey?

On qu'est-ce?

From London, of course.

I got stuck behind a farmer.

You know Roland, not you.

If I did, would I like him?

He's quite charming.

So I won't get bored if we

continue with this introduction.

I doubt it.

He's an art gallery selling

your tits and ass. How much?

Oh, I get to speak for myself.

Well, clearly not priced high enough.

So far too quickly.

I'd like to have her longer

than longer.

Suits me.

I never did like to hang around.

Haven't you heard?

That's what all ex-models do.

travel the world, and pretend

to be someone interesting.

What about you? Why don't I know you?

Well, I'm not particularly important.

I just pedal their wares.

If you're not that important,

maybe you should cut your commission.

I work night and day for

you, my dear man.

You don't look like someone

who works night and day.

And there's paint on your

hands, so I assume you're

also an artist.

I see you don't watch it

off, not because you want

people to know, or to leave it there

because you need to convince

yourself that you are.

And you pour your own wine

before asking the host if you could.

I'll bet the members of any

major family in England know

your name before you walk

through the door.

You're part of the

establishment and you hate

that, am I right?

My lot's a quake, it's not

exactly an establishment,

but otherwise...

She can see us all.

Can I have a go?

Please.

Good luck with that.

Crew up staunchly middle

class, which means you were

poor for the rich people and

rich for the poor people.

so you feel you never fitted

in either you're used to people getting

distracted just by looking at

you you've learned to use

that which makes you

cleverer than most dislike

anyone who questions you

especially when you know you're wrong.

You have secrets.

Many.

But you'll never share.

I'm never wrong. And I can

John and I love you nearly as much.

We miss you.

Come back to Paris with us.

I don't know

who I am in Paris anymore.

The question is, who do you

want to be now, Evian? What are

What are you going to do about that?

Do I come in?

You've known me for four hours.

Just imagine what I could

know after five.

Roland? Roland?

Hello.

Your name?

We were taking a bit somewhat

time to see you today.

Oh.

You're one.

Yes.

It is much less square than

I would have thought.

Oh my god.

Ah.

She went up.

Ah.

What?

Belly.

Hold on. Oh no.

May I?

Please.

I'm okay.

I fall down these steps and die.

Be sure to say a nice thing about me.

Don't let Man Ray

go on one of his ramps.

Since you lived as you lived,

frivolous leave with adventure.

I'm not frivolous. I'm not.

Where should we go from here?

Well, certainly not back down there.

I leave tomorrow.

Come with me to London?

What was the last time you

spent longer than

a few months in one place?

How can you possibly know all

there is to know if you stay in the

same place all the time?

You find enough purpose in that?

Well, maybe I haven't done anything

interesting enough to keep me around.

Anything or anyone?

the show has some very pretty

things for you to look at,

and you can look at the shoes too.

When Hitler has his 48th

birthday, they make a show of

it in a big way.

In fact, over there, the

recipe for successful birthday

parties seems to be something like,

So a few hundred men on

parade present a few dozen colors,

standing in the breeze.

Jesus, look at them all.

They're idiots.

They're dangerous.

They're all brainwashed, you know.

Not everyone can believe this.

Surely they can see what he is.

But they don't.

Look at them.

This is not an act.

The only sane response to

tyranny is to paint,

to create, and drink, and

write, and dance.

I still don't understand how

none of you saw it coming it

happened so slowly

yeah kind of overnight we

woke up one morning and

Hitler was the most

So what did you do?

I got on with my life.

By then, Europe was at war,

but it all seemed a long way

from London.

Rollin, as an artist and

conscientious objector, had

been hired to develop

camouflage techniques

for the war effort.

And we felt safe.

Rollin?

Dottie, you're back! Holy hell!

No, son.

Please let me start dinner.

Come on, I've had a breakthrough.

You promised.

I didn't promise.

I'm making a point never to

promise anything.

All right.

How was town?

Horrible.

Took forever to find a cab.

Where do you want me?

Right here, please. You ready?

All right.

Make me invisible. If I can

make you invisible, then I

can hide anything. Be quick.

I'm starving. Yous were dreadful.

But I did find us some butter today.

And they had chili powder at Portnum's.

So if we have to eat rats,

at least they'll be well spiced.

What's in tray?

That's quite hard to do.

Territorial, Audrey.

Evatorial, I think you mean.

Excuse me, Miss Withers.

There's a Lee Miller to see you.

The Lee Miller?

What's she doing in London?

Goodness, just show her in.

Order.

Would you come in? Cecil Beaton.

Hello. Well, well.

Something to say.

Lee Miller, I hear you're the

woman to see about a job.

All dream with us.

Yes, I am. Please do sit down.

Thank you. May I?

We don't hire older models.

Don't blow a gasket.

I'm not a model anymore. Oh, dear.

So what exactly are you, then?

Cecil, would you give us a moment?

Please.

I'll be back to fix this disaster.

I don't apologize for Cecil.

He'll be a bit of a...

Monster?

No. He never could hide his

disappointment of women get old.

That's true. I'm not entirely unique to

men of fashion, but he is

irritatingly talented, so I manage.

Ah! Where was this taken?

That's, uh, Saria.

Um, my studio work is right here.

I mean, these really are

rather spectacular.

Thank you.

But Cecil is right.

I'm afraid we're not hiring at

the moment.

To be frank, what with all

that's going on, we're not

sure how much longer to let

us keep at it.

Let me get through the next

issue, see where we stand,

and we'll talk again.

How does that sound?

She didn't say no.

She didn't say yes.

You're looking at this the wrong way.

Please. You weren't there.

I just want to do my part.

How hard can it be?

You'll find something, my love.

God, that is so patronizing.

Darling, I need to tell you something.

What?

I heard that people in Paris

are going underground.

What do you mean?

It's getting dangerous.

Paul, Luce, Solange, Jean,

they've all been hiding from the Nazis.

Why didn't you go back to Paris?

I couldn't. Not then.

Paris was occupied by the Nazis.

Britain was all alone.

And we were totally cut off.

So what else was that to know?

Oh, plenty.

All my friends were living

under occupation.

Even they were doing something.

Paul and Noosh had joined

the resistance.

But I didn't know that then.

And I had no way of reaching them.

No.

And then everyone started

doing their bit.

Brolin was out most nights

being an aerate warden,

and I felt useless.

The more depressed I got, the

smaller my ass got,

which is usually the opposite.

Did she end up giving you the job?

Oh, yeah, she came pretty quickly.

And she realized that

wrangling Cecil Beaton

would be a lot more fun with

another woman around.

That's all beaten.

Is everyone all right? Mercifully, yes.

Where's Audrey?

Yeah.

It's actually not as bad as it looks.

The structure is sound, but

we will need to move into

the basement for a while.

Are we out of business?

I don't see why we should be.

I spoke to the ministry this morning.

We have a paper action.

Oh, that's a relief.

We also have a mission.

To encourage the women of

Britain to do their duty.

Might I borrow these for a moment?

Certainly. Thank you.

Marge, come with me.

Um, would you care to join us?

She's so creative.

Just hold it in the visual

with this ridiculous strap thing.

I can't see a thing.

You can't see a thing?

I can't see.

Oh my god.

Here, right here.

Right, here we go. There, there.

There, that's it?

Marge, sit right there.

Alright, here we go. Pay no

attention to the burning

building over my shoulder.

The Blitz turned houses inside

out, streets upside down, and

created chaos for the people of London.

But everyone carried on, and

I did what I could to capture it.

Men were sent off to fight.

The wives were left behind,

caring for their children.

without that responsibility we

were able to be single-minded

we worked all

hours anything to get the

next issue out

the months rolled by bombs

rained down it became a part

of daily life there

were times we froze our asses

off but we just kept going

Audrey was such a

There wasn't much more to it than that.

Oh, Audrey.

Children?

Oh, God, no.

You?

Oh, God, no. May I?

So you never actually wanted children?

Well, I never thought I could.

I was never cut up for mothering.

Why are you asking an old

woman so many questions? Come on.

You're not that old.

I wasn't that like a man.

First I'm not young enough,

then I'm not old enough.

I'm just trying to understand.

What?

I'm trying to understand you.

I was ambitious.

I was good at shooting on my own.

Maybe form a line.

In my experience, working

partnerships are tricky,

and there can only be one boss.

Evening, ladies.

But then Davy Sherman from

Life Magazine showed up.

Hi.

Not exactly the place I

thought I'd find another yank.

Uh-huh.

It's a little bit dark. I know.

May I?

Suddenly it wasn't a competition.

We were a team.

I felt easy. Left alone?

Yes ma'am. Say blitz.

Blitz! Thank you.

Thank you.

This is as far as you can get her.

No, I'm with Vogue magazine.

She's with me.

You need military accreditation

beyond this point.

The publications were in form

ma'am, only non-military access

for women.

Please make your way over

toward the Mescalade.

Geez, I think I've let up

after I spent hours in that

goddamn car.

Hello.

Excuse me, I'm Lee Miller, I

work for Vogue.

Oh, Anne Douglas, ATA.

You fly, only ferrying our

bombers between bases, but yes, I do.

Would you mind if I took your picture?

Oh, in Auburn.

Your work, it really, uh, it

lets us know what's going on out there.

Thank you.

Let's push you back over here

by the door.

Let's try that.

There we go.

Let's see if we can get you in.

Does this sort of thing get published?

Hopefully.

Do you mind taking off your hat?

Wonderful.

There you go.

Don't want to take any more

of your time.

Pleasure meeting you.

Lovely to meet you, Miss Ma.

Are you still staying in that

shitty hotel?

Not for long, if I keep

bringing home broken mirrors.

Well, you're welcome to stay here.

We have the room. You sure?

That Roland wouldn't mind?

Only people who care about

the man I'm sleeping with

or the man I'm not sleeping with.

Away?

Where? The coast.

Only a few hours away.

For how long?

A while, I expect.

We're getting ready, aren't we?

For the invasion of Europe.

I know as much as you do, I'm afraid.

I'll be disguising tanks to

look like ice cream kiosks.

But I didn't tell you that.

Davy, take our picture before

he leaves.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Not some poor woman's intimates.

If Lee Millar thinks she can

just waltz in...

It's not about what Lee

Millar thinks or doesn't think, Cecil.

This is about our duty to our readers.

Those of us without

housekeepers or hot water care

about a lot more than couture.

It's not Vogue's place.

It's not your place!

The pants stay on the line. Thank you.

Lee.

Cecil.

I think that's what you English call

getting your knickers in the twist.

Early a woman could have taken these.

Thank you.

Audrey, listen to me.

When the time comes, send me to Europe.

The Ministry's been very clear

But when the time comes, our

duty will be to do our bit.

Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know.

But why should the men get

to decide what that is?

Why can't women go to the front line?

Why?

As much as I admire your

tenacity, and I do, Lee,

it wouldn't work.

You wouldn't be able to get

anything back to us

without military sanction.

It's just ruthless. I'm sorry.

Ask again. Yeah, yeah.

I'll be there.

Alright, so long.

When do you go?

Dakota leaves in the morning.

You don't even speak French.

Hey.

Scoot over.

What's going on here, right?

That's bullshit.

That's bullshit.

No, it's not your fault.

But I should have the right

to go as much as you do.

The only reason you get to

go is because you have a set of balls.

Please.

Sweet.

Look, I don't want to go anywhere.

I'm happy right here in this

bed with you.

I understand, I really do.

It's British and the damn

rules are never going to send you.

Besides, you're an American. Holy shit.

Holy shit.

That's right, I'm an American.

I'm not an American.

You're a genius, Davey Sherman.

You're a goddamn fucking genius.

Turns out I've been barking

up the wrong tree.

The British were never going

to set a female correspondent

to a war zone.

But the Americans were different.

They weren't held back by tradition.

You're absolutely sure you

want to do this?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Will you be all right?

Let's hope so.

You'll be careful.

Please. I'll show you.

And I'd never felt so alive.

It was all an adventure to me.

I had to be where the action

was, and that was Europe.

And I'd arrived.

And finally had a chance to

see things for myself.

There's no women allowed in

the press briefing.

You've got to be kidding me.

There a powder room around here?

Well-trained, well-equipped,

and battle-hardened.

Our air offensive has reduced

their strength in the air and

their capacity to wage war on

the ground.

As you may know, we, along

with our allies, have

increased the target bombing

over Germany over the course

of the past few weeks.

You will each be assigned a

specific unit as we continue

to put the pressure on the

ground attack here in France.

It's pretty lively out there.

Watch your backs, your fronts,

eyes on the road.

Dismissed.

You, you must be Lee Miller.

It's a war zone, Colonel.

Just leave, it's fine.

Just leave, there's no women

in the press briefings.

I assume you received the instruction?

I guess I didn't hear correctly.

Can you hear me now? Yes, sir.

We don't send women to combat.

Well, that's a problem because

I'm here, which means I have

to deal with you. Follow me.

These doctors perform over 100

procedures per day. Every day.

Lights!

Need a light over here! Here, here.

Here, over here we have.

Lights!

Oh, come here.

Even when I wanted to look

away, I knew I couldn't.

Rowland wrote to me every

week, begging me to come home.

He didn't understand why I

wanted to be there.

There were moments when I

didn't either.

Maddie, we have to keep going.

I've seen you here. Who are you?

I'm Lee, with Bogue magazine.

Yeah, you've been scouting for miles.

Don't need to. I'm you.

What's your name?

Kurt.

You have beautiful eyes, Kurt.

I've got my mom's eyes. Lucky boy.

I tell you, I'm going home.

You take my picture.

I'm going home, you know, handsome.

I want my girls to see how brave I was.

I need to make sure they print that.

I promise.

Grab your kit.

You're going to San Mello.

You can hitch a ride with

Civil Affairs.

Really?

Write your own obituary and

send it to your editor before

you leave.

Standard practice.

Don't get excited. The town's pacified.

You can't be here, lady! Stay there!

Let's go!

Over!

6-4, over.

7 of 100, left 200.

Of 100, left 200.

I'd stay away from that window, Mac.

They've got snipers.

Jesus Christ, you again?

You said to stay here. Downstairs, now!

No, wait!

Now! You want to be useful?

There's a bunch of French

women in the cellar! Listen, buddy!

Find me one that speaks English!

God! That's her.

It's her. Come on.

I'm not done yet.

I'm going to calm down.

She's not here to annoy us.

Tell us everything.

You're dragging it out.

Stop it, madam. That's enough.

Hold on. Hold on.

Miss, are you all right? What happened?

I'm not a fighter.

Look.

He wasn't like the others.

I swear to you. He was nice.

He said he loved me.

And now I'm scared.

I can't take it anymore.

I swear to you. He said he loved me.

They all say the same thing.

It's not your fault. Don't cry.

What have you got?

That evil witch says her

neighbor's been tipping off

the Germans about your night

drops in the block.

She's just a girl who got

taken advantage of.

Sure she did.

What did you say?

That's what they all say.

Right.

How dare you?

What the hell?

They put up the white flag!

Asshole.

Who do I have to sleep with

to get some dinner around here?

About fucking time.

Not to be sentimental, but

I'm glad you're not dead.

Good to see you. Come on.

So? You alright?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Goddamn blank page.

Spoken like a true writer.

I wanted to be good.

I wanted to be true, but I

wanted to be good.

Worry about the true part first.

Make it good later.

Happy to see you.

Yeah, you too.

It was napalm, wasn't it?

Well, we didn't know it was

napalm until much later.

Audrey couldn't figure out why

the censors refused to print it.

Never thanked her. For what?

Well... For trying.

What's that?

It's a poem.

By Paul Edouard. Who's he?

He...

He's my friend.

Sur mes carriers de colliers,

Sur mon pupitre,

On my school books, on my

desk, and on the trees, on

the sand, on the snow, I

write your name.

It feels like shame.

There are different kinds of wounds.

Not just the ones you can see.

It was as joyous as it felt.

People celebrated.

Paris was just one city.

War continued across Europe.

Things are just getting going.

David Sherman and Lee Miller.

Any packages for Lee Miller?

Another loving metaphor?

If we're heading out, do I

get to shave first? That's alright.

I need to see a friend.

I won't be long.

No, I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

No, you should move back.

This is what Clark used to do.

Shut up.

Get off of her.

Please get away from her.

Leave her alone. Jesus Christ.

Asshole. Jesus Christ.

I think you'd be more grateful.

Get out of here.

Get out of here. Go on!

Here. Next time.

Cut it off.

Excuse me, madame. Excusez-moi, madame.

Je cherche quelqu'un qui habitait ici.

Madame? Solange?

Please! Solange.

Solange.

Oh, my God, you're skin and bones.

You're freezing. They're gone.

Everyone's gone.

My son's gone.

Q's trying to reach the

outskirts of Paris to welcome

the Americans.

We're here now.

Everything will be all right.

They shot him. The Germans.

What?

She made him promise not to

join the resistance,

but I couldn't not stop him

after they took his father away.

Is your child away?

Yes. Where did they take him?

I looked for him after they

released me.

Released you from where?

I don't understand.

You have to ask these

questions because you weren't here.

So if you don't know, come

back to the hotel with me.

What if John comes back and

he can't find me?

What if he comes back and

they're dismissed?

Please come with me.

I promise I'll take care of you.

I promise.

Don't make promises you can't keep.