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Bombs blasted, soldiers were shot.

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Yes, I expect those

things would happen in the war.

Well, if you know, then no reason for me

to keep answering your questions.

Did you answer one?

I must have missed it.

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What do you expect to get from this?

Get from this?

If you think that's a difficult question,

you might wanna reconsider

your future in journalism.

I'm curious.

Never bodes well.

Well, maybe for you.

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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.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

Don't you want the

world to know about you?

[BLANK_AUDIO] Isn't that why you went there?

[BLANK_AUDIO]

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 are interrogations.

The good ones, anyway.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

All of these published?

Some were.

But not all.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

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?

[BLANK_AUDIO]

Does it have to be so transactional?

Well, that's what life is.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

I'll tell you a story about me if you

tell me a story about you.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

Fine.

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I'd been the model.

I'd been the muse.

I'd 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.

[LAUGHTER]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

That's great.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

How many old humans do you think they've

had since we looked?

You think they actually got out of bed?

Hello?

No, he's not lunatic.

He's calculated, evil, and it won't last.

But the Germans seem to love him.

Well, the French do not.

He left hospital.

Lunch served.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

These no more politics.

So I was thinking we should swing the

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.

Ah, you're here.

We were going to send out a such party.

They would love to

brag about saving the day.

It does that you usually

wait until the last second.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Roll one.

Roll it.

Was it a hideously long day, I suppose?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

From London, of course.

We got stuck behind a farmer.

You know, Rollo, don't 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.

His art gallery is

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 held on to them longer.

So it's me.

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.

[LAUGHTER]

[LAUGHTER]

What about you?

Why don't I know you?

Well, I'm not particularly important.

I just peddle their wares.

You're not that important.

Maybe you could 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.

Yes, you don't want it off.

Is that because you want people to know?

Or do you leave it there because you need

to convince yourself that you are?

Can you pour your own wine before asking

the host if he 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 Lord's a quake is

not exactly establishment.

But otherwise...

She can see us all.

Can I have a go?

Please.

Good luck with that.

Prove up staunchly middle class,

which means you were poor for the rich

people and rich for the poor people.

So you feel you never fit 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.

You dislike anyone who questions you,

especially when you know you're wrong.

And you have secrets.

Many that you'll never share.

I'm never wrong.

That's ugly.

And I can pour my own wine too.

Salut!

That's why I'm here.

It's not me.

I've known you almost as

long as I've known 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, Lea Miller?

And what are you going to do about that?

I've seen your work, you know.

It's an ass.

I remember it.

No, I mean your real life.

Your photographic work.

You're really very impressive.

Thank you.

I'd rather take a picture than be one.

Do you mind if I come in?

You've known me for four hours.

Just imagine what I

could know after five.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Roland?

Roland?

[sighs]

Hello.

Hello.

Morning.

We were taking bits of

what time we'd see you today.

Oh.

The one...

Cass.

He's much less square

than I would have thought.

She went up.

Well, he lives.

Daddy.

Okay. Okay.

Please.

Want to go get it?

[chuckles]

If 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 rants.

You think you lived as you looked,

frivolous leading with adventure.

I'm not frivolous.

I'm not.

Where should we go from here?

Well...

certainly not back down there.

[sighs]

I leave tomorrow.

Come with me to London.

[sighs]

But what's 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?

God.

Don't want it.

Jesus, I can't.

This little lady at

the short leather pair

is showing off dainty

footwear for policemen.

But the serious side of the show has some very pretty things for you to look at.

And you can look at the shoes, too.

Going from one extreme to the other?

When Hitler has his 48th birthday, they

make a show of it in a big way.

In fact, over there, the rest of his

successful birthday party

seems to be something like,

"Do a few hundred men on

parade present a few dozen colors,

flapping in the breeze."

Jesus, look at them all.

They're idiots.

They're dangerous.

They're all brainwashed.

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 thing in

response to tyranny is to paint,

to create and drink.

All right. And dance.

[music]

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

powerful man in Europe.

Even as it was

happening, it didn't feel real.

So what did you do?

I got on with my life.

By then, Europe was a war.

But it all seemed a long way from London.

Rawlin, as an artist and

conscientious objector,

had been hired to develop camouflage

techniques for the war effort.

And we felt safe.

Horrible. Took forever to find a cab.

Where do you want me? Right.

Please.

You ready?

All right. Make me invisible.

If I can make you

invisible, then I can hide anything.

[indistinct chatter]

Be quick. I'm starving.

The Jews were dreadful.

But I did find us some butter today.

And they had chili powder in Portnam's.

So if we have to eat rats, at least

they'll be well-spiced.

[indistinct chatter]

That's a trick. That's quite hard to do.

Oh, Jesus.

[dramatic music]

Don't be territorial, Audrey.

Evatorial, I think, I mean.

[knocking] 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. What?

Do you come in?

Thank you.

Cecil Beaton. Hello.

Well, well.

Something to say.

Lee Miller. I hear you're

the woman to see about a job.

Audrey Withers. 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.

You're gonna be a bit of a monster.

No, you never could hide this

disappointment that women get old.

That's true.

And not entirely

unique to men in fashion.

But he is irritatingly

talented, so I manage.

Well, how was this taken? That's Syria.

My studio work is right here.

Oh.

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 was

all that's going on?

We're not sure how much

longer the letters 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.

Oh, please. You weren't there.

I just want to do my

part. How hard can it be?

Who finds something, my love?

God, that is so patronizing.

Toni, 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, Nous, Saint- What else was there to know?

Oh, plenty. All my friends were living

under occupation, even

they were doing something.

Paul and Nous 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 air

raid 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 caved pretty

quickly, and she realized that

wrangling Cecil Beaton would be a lot

more fun with another woman around.

Cecil Beaton.

Oh.

Is everyone all right? Massively, 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.

Only out of business.

I don't see where we should be.

Especially the Ministry this morning, we

have a paper ration.

Well, 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.

Law. Come with me.

You care to join us? She's so creative.

It's a poem in the visual. Okay, okay.

It's a ridiculous strap

thing. I can't see a thing.

I can't see a thing. Oh, my God.

Here. Right here.

Here we go.

There, there.

There, that's it.

This is fun. Right there.

All right, 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.

The 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 a terrific

boss, and we became friends.

There wasn't much more to it than that.

Oh, Audrey.

Children? Oh, God, no.

You? Oh, God, no.

May I?

No.

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?

I've come not that old.

I was endowed like a man.

First I'm not young

enough, then I'm not old enough.

I'm just trying to understand.

What?

Trying to understand you.

[dramatic music]

I was ambitious.

I was good at shooting on my own.

Maybe form a line.

In my experience, working

partnerships were tricky,

and there can only be one boss.

Evening, ladies.

But then Davey Sherman

from Life magazine showed up.

Hello.

I...

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.

It felt easy.

Left a little?

Yes, ma'am.

Say blitz.

Blitz. Thank you.

Thank you.

Welcome.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

I'm afraid this is as

far as you can get, ma'am.

No, I'm with Vogue magazine.

She's with me.

You need military

accreditation beyond this point.

Okay.

The publications were informed, ma'am.

Only non-military access for women.

Please make your way

over toward the mess block.

Jeez.

I didn't get well up after I spent hours

in that goddamn car.

[dramatic music]

Hello.

Excuse me. I'm Lee

Miller. I work for Vogue.

Oh, Anne Douglas, ATA.

You fly.

We're not only ferrying our bombers

between bases, but...

Yes, I do.

Would you mind if I took your picture?

Oh, no problem.

Your work, it really, um...

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 you go.

See if we can get you in the magazine.

Does this sort of thing get published?

Hopefully.

Would you mind taking off your hat?

Wonderful.

There you go.

There.

Don't want to take any more of your time.

Pleasure meeting you.

Love you to meet you, Miss Ma.

[dramatic music]

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 to roam.

You sure?

A rolling wouldn't mind?

The only people who care

about the men I'm sleeping with

are the men I'm not sleeping with.

[door opens]

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.

Well, he knows what

did 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.

Yep.

No.

You don't want to go home?

No, no, no.

Not some poor woman's intimates.

If Leemiller thinks

she can just watch it--

It's not about what Leemiller 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.

Only 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 that 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 pointless.

I'm sorry.

Ask again.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be there.

All right, so long.

When do you go?

Dakota leaves in the morning.

We don't need to speak French.

[door opens]

Hey.

Scoot over.

What's going on here, right?

That's bullshit.

It's bullshit.

I know 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.

I'm asleep.

I'm asleep.

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 in the day.

We're all just never going to send you.

Besides, you're an American.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

That's right. I'm an American.

I'm an American.

You're a genius, Davey Sherman.

You're a goddamn fucking genius.

Turns out I'd been

barking up the wrong tree.

The British were never going to send 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?

No, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Will you be all right?

Let's hope so.

Don't be careful. Please.

I'll try.

Okay.

I was born determined.

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.

Is there a powder room around here?

The enemy is well trained,

well equipped, and battle-hearted.

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 to specific units

as we continue to put the pressure on the

ground attack here in France.

It's pretty lightweight out there.

Watch your backs, your

fronts, eyes on the road.

Dismissed.

Dismissed.

You.

You must be Lee Miller.

It's a war zone,

Colonel. Just Lee is fine.

Just Lee, 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 you're--

Which means I have to deal with you.

Follow me.

These doctors will form

over 100 procedures per day.

Every day.

Light!

I need a light over here!

Here.

Here.

Over here, over there.

Light!

Over here.

Even when I wanted to look away,

I knew I couldn't.

Roland 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.

I think...

May I?

Of course.

We have to keep going.

Mental Assurance Public Lobby.

That language is under EDITION. Employing's Who are you?

I'm Lee.

I'm with Vogue magazine.

Yeah. He's got me for miles.

[laughs]

Don't need to. I found you.

What's your name?

Kurt.

You're a beautiful eye, Kurt.

I've got my mom's eyes.

Love you, boy.

That's how I'm going home.

Hey.

You take my picture.

I'm gonna get home in all my hands.

I'm gonna let my girl

see how brave I was.

Of course.

[door opens]

Alert.

Make sure they print that.

I promise.

Grab your kit. You're gonna sound mellow.

I'm gonna get my

signature eye with civil affairs.

Really?

Write "gerone obituary" and send it to

your editor before you leave.

Standard practice.

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

[engine starts]

[grunting]

[engine starts]

[engine starts]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting] [panting]

God damn it! Get out of there!

Move! What?

Hey! We have to move! Come on!

What the hell are you doing here?

You said it was pacified!

No, no. You can't be here, lady.

[engine starts]

Stay there! Let's go!

You guys are mean!

Kelly Dream, this is Baker-1-5.

You'll receive me heavy

fire from the enemy's position.

Cover!

Kelly Dream, watch your forehead!

[heavy breathing]

I'd stay away from that window, Mac.

They've got snipers.

[engine starts]

What the fuck was that?

Jesus Christ, you again?

You said to stay here.

Downstairs, now! 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!

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French] What do you got?

That evil wedge says,

"Your neighbor's been tipping off the

Germans about your night drops

in the blood."

She's just a girl who

got taken advantage of.

Sure she did.

What did you say?

That's what they all say.

Private!

How dare you?

What the hell?

They put up the white flag!

Asshole.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking French]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[clicking]

[clicking]

[clicking]

[clicking]

[sighs]

Fuck.

(keyboard clacking)

Who do I have to sleep with

to get some dinner around here?

About fucking time.

Not to be sentimental,

but glad you're not dead.

Good to see you.

Come on.

So?

(keyboard clacking)

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Goddamn blank page.

Spoken like a true writer.

I want it to be good.

I want it to be true,

but I want it 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?

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.

(keyboard clacking)

(dramatic music)

What's that?

It's a poem by Paul Elvoir.

What's he?

He's, he's my friend.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

On my schoolbooks, on my desk,

and on the trees, on

the sand, on the snow,

I write your name.

(dramatic music)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

What'd I say?

She's a whore.

Dirty, collaborating whore.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

No one can tell you what it feels like.

Shame.

There are different kinds of wounds.

Not just the ones you can see.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Liberation.

The war was as joyous as it felt.

People celebrated.

But Paris was just one city.

The war continued across Europe.

The fighting was far from over.

And for me, well, things

were just getting going.

(dramatic music)

David Sherman and Lee Miller.

Any packages for Lee Miller?

Bussi.

Bussi.

Mm-hmm.

Another loving metaphor?

God bless you, Andre Withers.

If we're heading out,

do I get a shave first?

That's all right.

I need to see a friend.

I won't be long.

All right.

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

Shut up, you fuck fuck fuck.

Get off her.

Get away from her.

Leave her alone.

Christ.

You asshole.

Jesus Christ.

I think you'd be more grateful.

Get out of here.

Out of here.

Go on.

Don't do that.

You all right?

Here.

(heavy breathing)

Next time, cut it off.

(children chattering)

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

Excuse me, madame?

Excuse me, madame?

(speaking in foreign language)

Mother?

(speaking in foreign language)

Please.

(speaking in foreign language)

Son of a bitch.

Oh my gosh, you're skin and bones.

You're freezing.

Yes.

(kissing)

Sit.

Come sit, sit.

So long, sir.

You're gone.

Everyone's gone.

My son's gone.

He was trying to reach

the outskirts of Pahit

to welcome the Americans.

We're here now.

Everything will be all right.

They shot him.

The Germans.

What?

Shall make him promise

not to join the resistance,

but I could not stop him

after they took his father away.

They took John away?

Yes.

Where did they take him?

I looked for him after they released me.

Released you from where?

So much I don't understand.

You have to ask these questions

because you weren't here.

So you don't know.

Come back to the hotel with me.

What if John comes back in the hotel?

John comes back and he can't find me.

What if he comes back

and there's this mess?

Please come with me.

I promise I'll take care of you.

I promise.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

Here.

David? (ominous music)

(ominous music) David!

David Sherman!

Lee, what are you doing?

They locked, they locked the door.

Come on.

All right, all right.

Where'd you go?

What the hell happened?

(ominous music)

(David sighs)

You gotta drink this.

That could've been all right.

Good guy, David.

You're one of the good ones.

Yeah, I'm all right.

There's bad things that do happen.

Bad things do happen to some of us girls.

Lee.

Lee, honey, what do you mean by that?

I'm sorry.

You know what?

You talk about it later.

Let's get you to bed, okay?

Lean back.

There you go.

There you go.

It's all right.

(keyboard clacking)

I think it's safe to say

you're getting the hang of this.

You think?

It's damn good.

Oh.

(ominous music)

We're going to empty!

(audience applauding)

I'm going to enter my hand or my helmet.

She pissed at it.

Emptied it out the window.

Got a lot of, you know,

disinfects it with hooch

and then hands it straight back to me.

And being Davey, put it

right back on the set.

(laughing) That's right.

We usually do idiotic

things around our ears.

(laughing)

(ominous music)

It feels, it feels strange to laugh.

We could never laugh in hiding.

We could bear degrees.

Her's is like a smile where

half the teeth are missing.

I saw Solange.

They kept her in prison for three months.

Didn't know where.

We didn't know if she was alive.

And then one day she was back.

Why did they take her?

Who knows?

Evil Nazi logic.

What's happened to Jean?

Do you know anything?

No.

We just don't know.

Everyone is looking for someone,

but none of us have any answers.

They're fucking barbarians.

And it's not just

Jews, artists, communists,

homosexuals, black people, gypsies.

Anyone with an opinion.

Anyone who didn't fit their ideals.

They just disappeared.

And with no warning, all we know is

they pushed them on the trains.

Old women, tiny children.

And when they go off on those trains,

they don't come back.

Where did they take him?

They're just gone.

So many people were gone.

People don't just disappear.

Just if I don't, I don't know.

They do.

(dramatic music)

(bell ringing)

Yes, yes!

Order with us.

Thanks for the care package.

Please, have a deliberation.

Go, Paris.

They say it's marvelous.

It must just be one big party.

We're all tend to understand what you

have to say, of course.

We're actually about

to celebrate it here.

Mother made a cake.

Have you spoken to Roland?

How's he getting along?

Lee, are you there?

Have there been any reports

of missing people in the news?

Missing?

I don't even understand.

Thousands and

thousands of missing people.

Anything?

Sorry, it's not very clear.

Who's missing?

It's not over at all.

I know, but by the time

the next issue goes to print,

I'm sure there'll be more good news.

I've gotta go.

What?

Don't be careful.

(door opens) (door opens)

(door knocks)

(door knocks)

What?

Look what the cat dragged in.

(gasps)

(door closes)

(crying)

You're right.

Mm-hmm.

I think she'll come home.

I can't just come home, Roland.

I missed you terribly.

It'll all be over soon.

I think you've got to

let me look after you now.

Look after me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What's the matter?

Is that why you're here?

Just escort me home?

No, no, everything's changed.

It's all different now.

I'm the same.

You're the same.

Everything will be back to normal.

It'll all be better.

Normal?

You only want me home

so you can feel better

about spending the war

painting some fucking sheds.

There's no need to be cruel.

What are you talking about?

Please give me a voice down.

People are missing, our friends.

I can't just come home,

sit still and do nothing.

Lee.

I don't have a choice.

That's not true.

You had a goddamn word I just said.

Yes I had.

I'm just worried about you.

I don't.

And I love you.

Come home.

Please.

(ominous music)

Roland thinks I should--

Roland thinks it's not really,

since I'd like to

hear finished right now.

I'm heading to the front.

Ready to go?

That's not what I

thought you were gonna say.

(ominous music)

Why didn't I just go home?

I guess I could have.

But I've always been the

last to leave the party.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Want some?

Everybody's taking them.

Takes the edge off.

I'm all right, thanks.

Suit yourself.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Oh my God.

The entire body hurts.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

We drove for months.

Didn't wash for weeks.

500 miles into the worst of it all.

(ominous music)

Colonel?

Miller?

Suicide packs, we're

finding them everywhere.

Whole families, swallowing, signing back.

Are we the first ones here?

Yes, you are.

You are.

Thanks.

(ominous music)

There's so much life in a person's eyes.

Right up until the

moment that there isn't.

(ominous music)

It was no longer something

I'd heard about or imagined.

It was real.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Once you've seen it,

you can never unsee it.

(ominous music) (ominous music)

Move, move.

No sign of life.

(ominous music)

Help, help.

No sign of life, sir.

(groaning)

Oh my God.

(coughing)

(coughing)

Davey.

Davey, give me your leg up.

(coughing)

All right.

(coughing)

(crying)

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(coughing)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(muffled chattering)

(ominous music)

(muffled chattering)

It's all right.

(ominous music)

It's all right.

I'm safe.

No, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Jesus Christ.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

What?

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Davey.

And go.

Okay, let's go.

(ominous music)

Got it.

Yeah.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Davey, slow down.

Slow down.

Is this it?

Yeah, left, left.

(ominous music)

Friends, we got the plots.

Yeah.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Hey, yeah, press.

This place is off limits, officers only.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

It's kind of chilly out, huh?

Sure is.

I'm Lee Miller.

This is my friend, David Sherman.

We'd love to step inside.

For a few moments, if

that'd be all right.

Thank you.

(door creaking)

Hey, Lee. Hey, ma'am.

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

(people chattering)

Welcome to the

Eastbury something of boat.

Thanks.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Fuck.

After you.

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

Hey, Davey, it's hot.

(ominous music) What?

Come on, quick, I need you.

For what?

You good?

What?

All right.

Here?

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah, you?

Oh, hot.

Wipe off the frame.

It's too hot. It's too hot. It's too hot. It's too hot. It's too hot. It's too hot. (ominous music)

Hey.

Wait.

Jesus Christ.

(laughing)

Is that it?

Just check.

All right, it's it, come on.

Make sure you can't see my tits.

We'll never get it past the sensor.

(ominous music)

Davey.

(ominous music)

All those people.

All those people.

All those people.

You and my people.

(ominous music) (ominous music)

Hitler and Eva Braun were dead

by the time we were in this apartment.

They'd committed suicide in Berlin.

Did that change how you felt?

Washing into Fuhrer's bathtub.

What on earth made you do that?

You think it was wrong?

I think it sounds like you.

What does that mean?

Being impulsive, not

thinking about the consequences

or the appearances.

Why the hell should I

care about appearances?

You answer some goddamn questions.

Fine.

Tell me about your mother.

What do you want me to say?

Up to you.

(ominous music)

I spent my entire life

thinking that I was the problem.

My mere existence was the problem.

It took me a long time to realize it

wasn't me, it was her.

I felt like she blamed me for everything

that went wrong in her life.

That made me feel like I

ruined everything for her.

That's really what you think?

(ominous music)

Do you have another explanation?

That's disappointing.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music) (ominous music)

(ominous music)

I get to tell you.

(ominous music)

Where are they?

Where are my pictures?

Something out there.

There we go.

No, they're not fucking here.

(ominous music)

(door opens)

Lee, can I help you?

Are you looking for

something in particular?

Can I help?

Where are they?

Home.

(ominous music)

Oh goodness, stop, stop,

please, you must have...

These are mine.

I took them, I decide

what happens to them.

Lee, stop, stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

They're in historical records.

Well, who cares?

Nobody saw them, you didn't print them.

I fought for them,

Lee, I fought for them.

These must be preserved.

What, to stand a filing cabinet?

The ministry thought

they may disturb people.

This happened, this really happened.

Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee happened.

These images will disturb people

more than they've already been disturbed.

People need to move on, move on, move on.

This little girl in a

death camp raped and beaten.

How does she move on,

how does she move on?

Ever, ever, ever.

(woman crying)

I've sent them to New York,

and I'm hoping that

American Vogue will publish them.

I'm really trying,

Lee, I'm really trying.

Not hard enough.

I'm not trying hard enough.

Dude.

(somber music)

I know you think I've let you down,

and I wish that you'd let me explain

before you started destroying them.

I'm sorry.

My mother was unwell

when I was seven years old.

I was said to stay with family friends

until she got better.

They were nice people.

They were good to me.

There was another man who came to visit.

He had dark hair.

He took care of me at

the house when the family

went into town one day. (somber music)

He took me into the bedroom.

Took me.

I lied down.

And he,

he, he, he, he, he, he, he,

he, he, he, he, he, he, he,

he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he,

He, he, he, he, he, he, he, yeah, yeah. Who's here?

You said not.

You was just a relate swimmer, aENN institution, which says this is my life, and it's not my life I've ever known. Don't waste this much time twice, I can't think.

But it happens all the time.

And they just get away with it.

The book of hair,

probably the first haircut.

This is the first

book I ever read to you.

This is the first picture you ever drew.

This is the first picture I ever took of

you and your father.

I know I made mistakes.

And I know I may not have

been a good mother, Tony.

But I really tried.

Why didn't you tell me about any of this?