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4.

In October 1917 Lenin and the Bolsheviks seized power in a confused and exhausted Russia.

They wanted no part of the imperialist war and signed a separate peace with Germany at

Brest-Litovsk in March 1918.

But meanwhile unrestricted German submarine warfare had caused the Americans to enter

the conflict on the Allied side.

In Austria, where the funeral of Franciosev marked the end of an epoch, the new Emperor

Karl appealed to the Germans to make peace before it was too late.

His armies were beaten and his empire disintegrating.

He did not want to be deposed and murdered, like Nicholas of Russia and his family.

In the spring the Germans launched a major attack on the Allied line, but the line held

and the British counter-attacked with hundreds of tanks.

The German army reeled.

On August the 14th the Kaiser summoned a council at Supreme Headquarters, which was located in

the former Grand Hotel Britanique at Spa in occupied Belgium.

Hey guys, take time!

Good morning.

Good morning gentlemen.

Good morning gentlemen.

Good morning gentlemen.

Good morning gentlemen.

Good morning brother.

In the book.

Your Majesty.

Rudindorf.

Majesty.

Ah, runthinser.

Majesty, good morning Chancellor.

Your Majesty.

Ah, a cup of coffee of medicine.

Oh, thank you, Miller.

Thank you.

Is this pure coffee?

Of course, your Majesty.

No wood shavings at Supreme Headquarters, eh?

No flavoured sodas, let them British blockaders eat their own sodas.

Germany stands firm.

Bright swords, gentlemen.

Good morning, Alma.

At the hour of decision, your Supreme War Lord once again joins the ranks of his circa.

Thank you, Miller.

Well, in the book.

Come on, great chief.

State the agenda.

The chief of operations has offered his resignation.

Refused that offer was refused five days ago.

Since that time, the situation has deteriorated.

College, Rudindorf, your warlord has faith in you.

Has your Majesty come on?

Boundless faith.

You are a friend I shall never desert.

Your Majesty's confidence strengthens me.

Your Majesty.

May General Grana bring in the latest telegram.

Yes, of course.

Good to see you again, Grana.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, the uh, strategic all the appreciation for the month of August 1918 is as follows.

The withdrawal from the war of our Russian enemies enabled us to transfer men and material from the east.

And to launch, um, five months ago, a great new offensive.

Does this offensive began?

Excuse me, Your Majesty.

Private telephone message for his imperative to highness the crown prince.

A mayor take it, Father.

Certainly, my dear.

Thank you.

Thank you, General Pullman.

Over there, a few of these were in here, Harnett.

Thank you.

All call, transfer.

Grandpa.

Grandpa, I'm speaking.

My darling, is this wise?

I insist that you obey me.

Habe, your grand prince.

Now, of course, I love you.

No, I will not repeat it.

Very well, I will repeat it.

I love you more than my wife.

And when I see you tonight, I'll pack your little bottom.

Therefore, it is not possible to break the enemy's will by offensive operations.

Our future objective must be to paralyze the enemy's will to win my strategic defense.

And our defensive lines are drawn with the usual precision, hmm?

Our defensive lines are in ruins.

Never.

As your Majesty Will knows.

I know nothing of the kind.

Your Majesty, August the 8th, was the Black Day from the German Army.

When the British launched their big tank attack, six of our divisions crumbled completely without resistance.

Yes, it is strange the way our men seem unable to get used to tanks.

Our casualty figures clearly show that there are more missing than dead and wounded.

Entire units disobeyed their officers and surrendered.

Yes, it is very odd indeed.

Don't you think so, Chancellor?

In the millicry sphere, Your Majesty, I bow completely to the judgement of the supreme command.

How wide? Thank you, Greta.

So unlike your predecessors, huh?

These men must come, of course, Your Majesty.

Boys, come out from soft jobs at home, prisoners returned from the Russian front and so on.

Yes, so we must review conditions.

We have come to a limit, have we?

Your Majesty, we have.

The war must be ended.

Well, I can face it.

Your warlord can face his destiny.

Your Majesty, we must negotiate an armistice.

But then regroup, smash the troublemakers at home and fight on.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

And armistice.

Yes.

Now, in your opinion, Ludendorf, we shall, upon the last today, be victorious.

Yes.

Now, you gentlemen dispute that.

Excellent.

Magnificent.

I shall ride through the Brantonburg gate at the head of returning heroes.

Your Majesty,

General Ludendorf informed us earlier that the army had ceased to be a perfect fighting machine.

No, unsons.

How will he?

Oh dear, Foreign Minister, here.

It was my Ateacore, Father.

I'm in my valley.

Oh yes, it is.

Never mind that now.

Here.

Here.

Here's excellent news.

Your Majesty, may I urge extreme decisive...

Extreme.

Disciplined at home.

Disciplined.

And crushed.

Disaffection.

Yes, Grinnell. What have you got?

It's, er, just another telegram I received this morning, Your Majesty.

Read it.

Troop Train in Frankfurt had this slander choked on it.

Slaughter cattle for butcher Ville Hellman is gang.

How can they say that?

If they knew my heart to break.

Disciplined, Your Majesty.

We must have a Commissioner for propaganda, seatuit Chancellor.

You make a seatuit.

Decisiveness.

Millet.

Your Majesty.

Order the cars.

That's what, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Upon what terms are we to seek the armistice?

Terms?

Would Foreign Minister von Hinson not agree with a more useful topic for consideration?

Would be the mechanics of the operation?

Phil Marshall is a mere politician I bow to your political scale.

Mechanics?

Simple.

Ask the king of Spain.

Or Queen Glamina of Holland.

Ask the king of Spain.

To intercede, will he?

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

Decisiveness.

Concentration.

Where's Millet?

Ordering the cars.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Shall we withdraw from Belgium?

We'll draw.

A tactical armistice will be easier to attain if we offer to withdraw from Belgium.

But our right flank depends upon Belgium.

My sincere belief is that the sufferings of Germany have been such that even England and France must

concede our right to occupy Belgium.

I even mentioned Belgium.

That business has settled it is down in black and white.

In blood and field grey.

No, no.

You drive to the station with me.

I want to have a word with you.

Of course, Father.

And as you know, gentlemen, health of the Empress has succumbed to the great strains placed upon it.

I must be constantly at her side.

I'll fill him to her.

But I look forward to the outcome of these events when the utmost confidence in the moke.

Your Majesty.

Oh, no.

Majesty.

On his side.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Gentlemen.

I'd be at out!

Wilhen's her, his castle in Germany when the war is lost.

The war is not lost.

It is not.

It is not.

Lord and Lord.

Gentlemen.

Please.

The Emperor has made certain decisions.

It is for us to enact them.

However we end up with a then-settlement, let us never forget.

The Emperor has a truly noble nature.

Don't know the fact about will is affair is that the woman is a French widow who lives near his headquarters.

And well, although it grieves us, there is a sort of stupid safeness about it.

Phew.

I'm sorry.

I just blurted it out.

The strain of keeping these facts from you has been very great.

I knew about the French widow a year ago.

You never told me?

No.

What the...

What's that, your duty, do that?

The hell, your advisors are of the opinion that you should return to Supreme Headquarters in Belgium.

Now, was it not your duty to inform me?

Well, there are some sorrows that her mother should keep to herself.

Sorrows of stay?

I've no wish to burden you. I know how much I mean to you.

My heart attack shattered you. I know that.

But as Admiral Mullis says...

Oh, men have.

You're advisors.

Wispers.

No, no.

Conspirators.

We must set an example of sacrifice.

False friends.

Have you seen this newspaper?

I'm not dismayed by it.

No, no, of course not. What if the Turks are defeated?

What if Austria has sued for a separate piece?

What if the Bulgarian army is turned and fled?

Filthy peasant rabble.

When I behold the dignity of the German soldier...

I...

What daughter, where is your lady waiting?

I sent her away so that we could have this little talk.

Oh.

What fun we had before the war.

We never talked like this.

We did.

We didn't win.

Please, Tona.

Oh, Dora, what am I going to do?

I had a dream.

I saw all our English and Russian relatives...

and all the ministers and generals of my reign.

March passed.

Marching me.

Only the little queen of Norway had a kind word.

She would have.

God knows I never wanted such slaughter.

Shall we say a prayer together?

Yes.

God, what is the thing?

Now, please, Tona. Please.

Russia.

Nikki and Dad are excited.

No, you mustn't think about that.

When you saw them in your dream, were they already dead?

No.

Were they...

I mean, did they still have faces?

Please, Tona.

And the children...

there was no need to shoot all the children.

No need.

But they are at peace now, Dora.

Only God can understand these riddles.

Amen.

Amen.

Dora, I think I should have returned to supreme headquarters.

So do I.

Yes, my presence there could be vital.

I'm sure it could.

Yes.

Shall I find your lady in waiting?

Thank you.

I shall miss you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Civilians, politicians.

That is the cause. That is the Alsar.

And what has happened to my armistice proposals?

Rejected. Was that my fault?

Perhaps we should have offered to withdraw from Belgium.

The approach should have been more direct.

Direct?

We are German soldiers. We have a pride, don't we?

Where is foreign minister von Hensse? He is never on time.

And why is that? Because he is a politician.

Girls have to travel from Berlin.

The war is not in Berlin. It is here, here.

And I cannot conduct it alone.

Oh.

I am so tired.

Oh, my God, I am tired.

We are all tired. Here he shall come, right?

The last so-called allies are trash.

Austrians, cards.

What do you want?

General?

Field Marshal. Madier Hensse.

How is the emperor?

You'll soon see for yourself unchanged.

You may still ignore what he knows to be the fact.

I mean, that if he reads those newspapers,

which demand his education, he does not comment upon them.

What fortitude?

For an awesome serity, he never wanted this war.

No, he wanted a victory.

He could have had one. More discipline and less treachery.

West burner.

General, wireless room. There's no change.

Marisone!

Gentlemen, shall we be seated?

If there's no change, the news must still be bad.

Bad? Bad, he says.

You know that we have sustained four days of continuous assaults.

We have not slept. My eyes sting, my ears are budding.

And staring at mats all night makes the lines crawl about like maggots.

God knows what our front line has suffered.

May God's smashe of traces of traitors civilians.

Our civilians have no food and no fuel.

Don't answer me back.

They die in their hundreds of thousands from the influencer.

Don't answer me!

My duty is to obey.

Obey!

Go on.

Come out, warm in, from the factories.

Our front line has collapsed.

Go on, ah!

Nobody blames you.

Oh, would I blame myself?

And I blame all traitors?

Go on, ah!

German soldiers of finest in the world.

I know what cowards are.

I'll tell you who I blame.

I blame...

I...

I can't breathe!

Excuse me, gentlemen.

General Lübndorf.

General Lübndorf.

What's happened?

Relax.

Is he dead?

No, sir.

What is it?

Well, it's like shell shock, isn't it, sir?

He hasn't been near the battle.

No, sir. He hasn't.

That it should come to this,

that the army of the great Frederick

should come to this.

You know, Majesty?

Oh, it, erm, thank you.

Lübndorf.

Majesty, don't you drink too much coffee?

Now, you ought to consult the specialist to attend the Empress.

Is that not similar?

Definitely.

Oh, yes.

Empress, is an example to us all.

You Majesty.

Is this another dream?

Or are we six friends truly in this room?

We are.

The army is defeated and we must make a direct appeal

for an armistice.

Von Hintsep.

You Majesty, are you?

Mr. Prechs, the American President Wilson.

The Wilson's book on the Prussian constitution

offers easy hope of his sympathy.

Very true.

Now that the old Chancellor has resigned,

he should be replaced by a more liberal figure.

Hey, sir, President Wilson,

his attitude to our constitution is very liberal.

Your Majesty should have pointed.

Your cousin, Prince Max von Baden, was Chancellor.

Max?

Yes.

He's prematurely bald, poor devil.

Admiral Merritt.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, uh, isn't it?

Hm.

Huh?

Steam up in the imperial train, Your Majesty.

I must order the cars at once.

Er, what can we equal the companionship of friends?

In the old days, you know I was something of a practical joker.

You were?

No, you suffered. I did save you.

I did, Your Majesty.

Oh, yes.

We were all merry young officers together.

The object, you say, Hindenburg,

is to withdraw the army intact.

It is, Your Majesty.

Second Punic War.

Hm?

Room versus Carthage.

An alliance with England and Japan

to drive the Americans out of Europe.

Er, well,

Er, who knows the answer to these riddles?

You're a good honest man, Hindenburg.

You, Nate?

It is our duty to save our social system.

Well, I think these strikes and mutinies are just the work of a few Bolshevik agitators.

Your Majesty, will you sign the proclamation here?

Or in Berlin?

Proclamation.

For the new democratic constitution, if you sign here, we never have the contents of your magazine.

No! No, as Supreme Ruler, I am the instrument of God.

There is no provision for political parties in the Reichstag to share in my executive decisions.

The Reichstag is a monkey house.

And if you don't believe, may God read President Wilson's book.

The alternative to a liberally reformed Reichstag is anarchy.

We must save the social system.

Confetti well.

Proclamation.

Er, no?

Liberalisation of the constitution.

You do realise this means social democrats as ministers.

We do, Your Majesty.

Vogue, little nobodies!

They will accept your cousin, Prince Max, as Chancellor.

They will, then.

No good.

At least Max is a gentleman.

Er, er, er.

Hang on.

Max!

Good morning, Chancellor.

Forgive my lateness.

I arrived in Berlin only this morning.

It seems that all the pipes in the building are frozen.

What? Can you find a flumber?

I'm told that the Swiss embersé have one.

Really?

If he's a German national, we can call him up.

Is Ludendorf also delayed?

My dear general.

Right, Highness, Prince Max. Excellent, sir.

Good morning, Lord.

I'm sorry that I am late, but there was a riot at the railway station.

Many red flags in evidence?

Yes, very many.

Whether we can soon stop that nonsense.

Good God, what's that?

Fuel shortage, the power plants close down.

Do be seated, general.

Thank you.

Why have you requested this conversation and the audience with his Majesty?

Are my reasons not obvious?

No.

Well, then, we can still win this war.

My depression was ill-founded.

What has happened is that the enemy cannot break through.

You see, this is a war of defensive harpah.

And if we can hold fast now, we can bring the enemy through weariness to a favorable armistice.

That is why his Imperial Majesty has ordered submarine warfare to the uttermost.

And why I demand discipline at home.

Have you read President Wilson's armistice conditions?

Defraumatic nonsense.

Submarine warfare must cease at once.

And if the United States has to deal with military leaders and imperial autocracy,

it must demand and not peace negotiations, but unconditional surrender.

We can crush them.

Really?

You said we were defeated.

I was wrong.

I saw you collapse.

That was exhaustion, and it has passed.

The damage has been done.

Damage?

To our belief in victory.

Nonsense.

The wind does his Majesty arrive.

He's late.

So I can see that.

Before he arrives, Ludendorff, there's something you should know.

Yes?

I must preface it by saying that I have admired you very much.

I mean men like you.

Soldiers got inevitable.

I don't see why.

Soldiers reunited Germany.

So as well as the bands and the uniforms, there is the mystic passion of the soldiers oath.

I suppose it was for the sake of the mystery that we accepted the imperial system.

His imperial Majesty is the supreme warlord, Hindenburg is chief of staff,

and someone like yourself makes the actual decisions.

The staff has the keenest brains of the empire, and we've always admired them.

But when even plumbers and railwaymen know that the staff is grotesquely mistaken,

it is time to change.

You are highness.

I most strongly protest.

I've told the Emperor that either you or I must go.

You are a milk and water liberal.

Hey gentlemen.

Miss!

Your Majesty, there is treason here.

For the sake of the war and of your throne, I beg to listen to what I have to say.

Your next appointment is with me, I believe, Ludendorff.

It is your Majesty.

The substance is that your resignation will be most acceptable.

Ever.

To put it bluntly, your recent attitudes have not been helpful to the national sacrifice.

Your Majesty.

I must repeat.

I will not dispute.

Conspirators.

Silence.

I will not be silent.

God.

The rest, that man.

Conspirators.

Conspirators.

God's sake pulls it off.

What?

If you have no idea how to militarily discipline.

Majesty.

Please accept.

Mama's loyal.

Resignation?

That's better.

Hindenburg will appoint your successor, General Greda.

Ah!

Oh, the lights weren't off for too long, will they?

My God.

Your Majesty.

Is this a thermometer?

Yes.

Max?

Have you caught the influenza?

I'm afraid I have.

We shouldn't be in the same room with you.

Miller, follow me.

Gentlemen.

His Majesty has been betrayed by civilians.

Conspirators of influence those aspects of his character that are notoriously shallow.

I'm sure we'll let your driver, General.

If his Majesty loses the war, he will also lose his throne.

Oh, yes, he'll lose both those.

At least my hands are clean.

The question is, can we even save the monarchy?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You can save the monarchy.

Not a civilian, sir.

I alert your driver.

Yes, do.

At least he is a soldier.

Highness.

Excellency.

Excellency.

Excellency.

Did you walk over here from the Supreme headquarters?

Of course you did.

Brother, what do you think of my little garden house?

Well, it struck me at once.

Style of Frederick the Great.

Gentlemen.

In the morgue, no greeting.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God.

An old man's tears, your Majesty.

Come, come, come, come.

Rejoice.

President Wilson and his allies have agreed to an armistice,

tasks of peacetime reconstruction await us.

Now, this crime council has been called

to discuss the affairs of the interior,

which will be under the command of the emperor.

Your Majesty, I beg to be allowed to resign my commission.

As a Prussian officer, I cannot say what I now have to say.

No resignations, none.

Come on.

Now, gentlemen, an appreciation of the situation

in Germany at present is as follows.

Majesty, arm mobs control the ports, the Rhine crossings,

the principal cities of the fatherland,

and the railway system.

No trains can pass.

The army is cut off precisely.

I shall place myself at the head of the units that

remain loyal and restore order.

That would mean civil war within the army itself.

I don't believe you.

Your Majesty no longer has an army.

What?

The army will march home in peace under its generals,

but not under the command of your Majesty.

I must have that in writing.

I must have a written statement from all my generals'

commanding.

Mm.

Am I not your supreme warlord?

Have you not sworn your soldiers out?

In this situation, your Majesty, that oath is a fiction.

Hit a bulk.

My god.

Jimmy, I know the word.

Got it.

Hold up,meat.

Feel emotional.

box well.

Yes.

Yes?

Thank you.

Berlin.

All troops deserted.

Situation out of hand.

This crown council is temporarily adjourned.

Social Democrats, traitors, conspirators against my dynasty.

God knows my willingness to abdicate if that were the true wish of the German people.

Oh, I've rained long enough to know what a thankless task it is.

Oh, dare that newspaper say that I cling to my imperial position.

All I've done is to pursue my duty, side by manless side, with the army and with the people.

Ah, willy my poor boy.

Father.

And as for abdication in favor of the regency, each one of my sons has sworn never to succeed me in that fashion.

Correctfully correct Father.

So there, gentlemen, so now.

So your majesty has considered the tactics of abdication?

Do you accuse me of your own cunning?

We could make a better peace without you, your majesty.

I shall never speak to grana again.

One of my aides suggested that you could abdicate as emperor for the remaining king of Prussia.

Remind me.

Remind me.

Why that's it, that's the solution.

I said even so, I couldn't become emperor because I know the villain drug.

Belinjuk?

Don't shoot the Kaiser because you might get the crown prince in his place.

Pull yourself together, my boy. That is the solution.

Thank you.

Bonjinsa.

Prince Max? What is happening?

What's happening?

No, no, it's not the line, it's my influenza.

I have the social democrat leader here, Abird with me, and...

What?

No street fighting, there's a general strike, the Bolsheviks.

Hello, hello, hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello, hello.

Cut off.

Oh my god.

Hello.

Will this be my office?

When I've resigned and you're Chancellor.

Yes, would you like it?

It's too big.

Hello. Is that fun, Hinsa?

Yes.

Will the emperor speak to me himself?

Will he?

No.

Oh my god.

No, we must have a statement in 30 minutes. Yes.

Nothing.

Perhaps medallions of homosexual?

I said perhaps.

Hello, hello, hello.

Cut off.

Homosexuals?

He asked, how can we disarm the mutinous sailors?

I suggested that medallions of homosexuals might do it.

I agree, you're joking very frivolous taste.

Now, will the emperor abdicate?

He's considering the matter.

Did you tell them about the crowds on the streets?

What should we do?

We must announce his abdication.

But he hasn't abdicated yet.

Don't take the responsibility.

Well, will you make the announcement or July?

What's the correct form?

I'm the resigning, Chancellor. I imagine the duty falls on me.

Good.

We socialists have no wish to upset the proceedings.

Thank goodness.

Hindenburg and Grana have gone.

Pessimists?

They have absolutely no sense of peacetime reconstruction.

They'd not, Father.

My own mother will be very pleased by all this.

She is an example to us all.

She always wanted me to spend more time on Prussian domestic causes.

Your Majesty?

Yes, yes. We are composing a statement, Miller.

There's no course for anxiety.

Telegram, some Berlin.

What's that?

Announce my abdication.

What? This is treason, barefaced treason.

What's happened?

My own cousin does announce my abdication, a traitor.

He sees me totally unaware of the fact that I am still king of Prussia.

Have for an answer.

Have for an answer.

He must cease.

Tell him that under no circumstances must he...

What?

Please wait, I'll ring you back.

Hey, but...

What?

Oh, God.

The Bolsheviks have seized the imperial palace and proclaimed a Soviet regime.

My lips begun to leak.

That's not all.

Our siders sees a Reichstag and proclaim the democratic socialist republic.

It's when one relaxes, of course, all the aches and pains, ketchup.

Thank you.

What should I do?

I don't know.

Hey, but the office of the chancellor.

Come on.

You're Royal Henders.

Hello. Yes?

Yes, Funhjinter.

Yes, I've resigned.

I'm going home to sleep.

What?

Don't be ridiculous, old friend. The monarch is completely lost.

Give me the party headquarters.

Yes, I'm waiting.

I got you back here already.

My emperor.

You no longer have an emperor.

My emperor.

We cannot see you taken prisoner to Berlin.

Our advice is that you formally abdicate and seek refuge in Holland.

Do you think I am afraid to stay here with my troops?

No, your Majesty.

I shall put this villa into a state of defence.

See to it, Miller.

Machine gun posts.

Trenches were necessary.

What will you do, Millie?

I...

Will you join your troops?

Yes.

Well done.

Your Majesty, I beg you to go to Holland.

Your Majesty.

Let you moorlamp.

Yes, so, Majesty.

I'm in the debt, Mr. Miller.

I'm deserted.

I'm stricken to the heart.

The officers of your suite are all still here, Your Majesty.

Well, thank God I'm used to learning, yes?

The...

Disability I was born with...

Has made me very self-reliant.

Where have you been?

As a commodity, Your Majesty, I've had the baggage put aboard the Imperial Train.

Unload it.

Unload it.

At what, so, Majesty?

I shall fight on here, Miller.

I shall expend the last brand of ammunition.

You can see many drunken soldiers.

Oh, rioters.

Lutors.

Moral decay of that kind seems to accompany all dynastic catastrophes.

Poor Germany.

Contemptable unwashed France.

And as for England, Miller, as for England.

Why do they hate me so much?

They do realize, don't they, that they're a blockade, killed more women and children than did my submarines.

They do realize that, don't they?

Well, thank God.

Empress is safe in Potsdam.

She is an example to us all.

Oh, yes.

Of course she is.

English do know about the starvation and the disease they caused.

They do know about that.

They do know that their hatred is entirely unfair.

Well, my courage is unabated.

No, I can handle these problems.

I have the map of Europe here in my head, oh yes.

Sleeping and waking.

If my destiny is to be a tragic one, then let it come.

Of course in different circumstances, I might have been an archaeologist.

Something of that kind.

As when Gris older, these things seem less important.

I often think of our plumes, you know.

Plumed helmets at the Brantonburg Gate.

Where are you going?

Do you want to know with the baggage or medicine?

Well, don't.

We'll go to Holland.

But no farewells.

At least we'll spare the generals that satisfaction.

Oh, you wait for Phil Marshall?

No, sir.

Oh, he was already awake, sir.

Hiding, sir.

Nothing.

Did you tell him Berlin was on the wire?

Of course, sir.

Is he coming down?

Yes, sir.

Well, go on, sir.

Does he come down?

Yes, sir.

Well, go on, sir.

Does it happen?

Yes, Phil Marshall.

The Imperial trains teamed away in silence.

What direction?

Holland.

Holland.

Berlin, sorry.

Hey, but here are the officers of the Chancellor.

In the morgue.

Please listen.

It is the opinion of the Supreme Command

that the government of which you are Chancellor

is the only one with any claim to legality.

In consequence of this opinion,

Supreme headquarters will send loyal troops

to support your government

and to restore order.

But my government has no legal claim.

How can we hold elections?

Please become Chancellor.

There are two conditions.

First, your government will provision the troops.

Understood?

Second, your government will cooperate

in the suppression of mob rule,

but of Bolshevism.

Understood?

Of course we agree.

Of course.

Don't we all want the violence to stop?

Good.

Yes, then you can hold your elections

in which the majority will vote for peace and quiet.

Phil Marshall, you have saved us.

Indeed.

Well, yes, we must hope.

For favorable terms of the peace treaty.

Good night, Chancellor.

Good night, Phil Marshall.

Thank God.

There are certain values, Grina.

You've achieved the emperor,

and his army are the eternal protectors.

We cannot save the emperor,

but we can save the army.

I know that, Phil Marshall.

We must save Germany.

It is our sacred duty.

Good night, Grina.

Phil Marshall.

Good night, Sergeant.

Grate.

Excuse me, sir.

How will the emperor live?

The emperor.

I expect they'll find him a mansion in Holland.

The emperor.

Count Ben-Tink.

Your imperial majesty.

To place your house at our disposal is more than generous.

I understand that, like me,

you are the knight of the orders of John Jerusalem.

We share that honor, sir.

Is it true that the Austrian emperor has fled?

I believe it is so.

The end of an epoch.

What do you think of it all?

Will you be my wife and household?

You are not a free mason?

No, sir. I am not.

Slended.

We accept your hospitality.

Please.

Now for some tea.

A cup of good English tea.

A cup of good English tea.

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