Now we can stop pretending and get on with our lives.
After what we've just done?
You betrayed me in the snap,
for some Polish knicker elastic.
She was having a fit for a long time.
We know what to do, Frau Campbell.
- The bloody Navy? - I'm fighting
on the right side, at least give me that.
I'm joining up, too.
We have done nothing for the Polish people, nothing.
We haven't lifted a finger.
You are dismissed.
This is your career, this is everything!
I was always destined to disappoint you.
If I have to die for my country, I will.
Dutch courage, Lois.
Give me some of that.
He's having to shave by himself, then.
Private Broughton!
Sorry, Sarge.
There is nobody serving.
I shall be straight out.
Warsaw now lies in ruins
while Germany and Russia continue
to carve out Poland between them.
Out at sea, the British Royal Navy are focusing their efforts
on scouring the South Atlantic
in search of the notorious German pocket battleship
- Admiral Graf Spee. - Hey, cook, how you doing?
Name the time, name the day she lays an egg.
Take your bets, what you thinking?
- Right. - Cough it up, come on, man.
Thruppence a bet.
Boys, want to take a bet? Thruppenny.
- Come back later. - No?
- No, you're all right, mate. - Your loss.
...rumored to be somewhere
off the coast of Argentina,
the deadliest of Hitler's Kriegsmarine
has been involved in a number skirmishes with merchant ships.
There is a feeling that the Allied forces
are simply hoping that the inevitable
will never come to pass.
My father was a surgeon in the forces,
and I went to boarding school at age seven.
And I got used to it.
And that's what you do in this life,
you get used to it.
And it makes you a better person.
Eventually.
Resilient, at least.
A quality much undervalued.
Did you understand any of that?
You may not speak English,
but you're a much better listener
than most men who do.
Quiet.
This is Jan Tomaszeski.
There is nothing funny
about his name.
And the next child to laugh will find that out
from the back of my hand.
Right, lads, listen up!
I'm sure you were hoping
to see some proper action.
I know I was.
But these foxholes need digging
with as much care as you take assembling your rifles.
And with just as much swearing.
When the German tanks cross the border,
- we need to be... - Private Broughton!
Attention when Second Lieutenant Chase talks to you,
else I'll have your bollocks on toast!
Right, lads!
You all know the drill.
No kissing and cuddling till you get six feet down.
Just to say, I don't think the lads are that keen
to see proper action, sir.
So, my attempt at camaraderie was...
Oh, it's a good try, sir.
But maybe try your jokes out on me first, sir.
_
Come on, lads.
You all right, Terry?
Name the time,
name the day Vera lays an egg.
Nearest time wins.
Thruppence a bet, go on.
Today,
- 1100 hours. - Hey, no coaching.
Good lad, Terry.
Time and day she lays an egg.
- Eh? - You're sure it's a girl?
She laid an egg at Port Stanley.
Oh, did she look surprised?
I wouldn't know what a surprised bird looks like.
Find that hard to believe.
Ginger?
Why would I want to line
- your dirty Manc pockets? - I don't know.
Maybe you're saving up for a whore in Argentina.
All right, Tom, simmer down.
He gets over-excited, Henry.
You laughing at me, lad?
No, Henry.
"No, sir."
Don't have to call you "sir," now, does he?
Same rank... don't call him sir, Norman.
"No, sir."
No, sir.
Sir?
Come on, Tom, play nice.
You're lucky you get called Henry.
Tom, mate!
So what is it that you'd like to call me?
Spoiled for choice, really.
Let's just say it wouldn't be a word a mother would use.
Although... your mother might.
You want some fucking...
That's enough, that's enough.
Get your hands off me!
Stay down, stay down, that's enough.
A German shell with your fucking name on it!
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why do you have to go round winding everybody up?
Why can't you just do your job like the rest of us?
I'm standing up for Norman
'cause he can't stand up for himself.
You don't give a sherbet about Norman.
Think you made his life easier,
making an enemy of our Henry?
Stand up for Norman?
No, you used him to get at Henry,
'cause that's what you do.
Action stations!
Oh, bloody hell. Come on, mate! Come on, mate!
- Take my hand. - Nah, forget it, mate.
I'm going to get on with me job, like you said.
Lads, to quarters!
Come on, lads.
All hands to battle quarters.
Move!
- What's the story, sir? - All you need to know is,
she's sunk nine of ours, and we're not going to be the tenth.
- Get on with it! - You got it!
- B.A.C.? - B.A.C. ready, mate.
Armor piercing, armor piercing!
Two APs!
Go find a Jerry.
Good lad.
She needs feeding.
She's hungry!
Nice one, Vic.
Let's have them, come on, lads.
- Fucking hell. - If that took the canary out,
nobody gets a refund.
Fucking hell.
Vic.
Oh, no, no, no.
We've got four dead here.
- What about you? - I'm not dead.
Don't you worry, you little bastard!
You ready?
Right, it's going to hurt, all right?
Fuck!
We're going to get this tied off.
All right? I'm going to count to three.
Go on, just do it.
All right, one...
We're going to need a medic down here, sir!
The medic is in worse shape than Able Seaman Lowe.
We've lost a lot of men,
but we don't seem to be sinking.
Right, this'll have to do for now, yeah? Eh?
This'll have to do for now.
Let's get you up!
Get you up these steps first.
And if you slip, I'll catch you.
HMS Exeter continues to search the sea
for one for Germany's notorious pocket battleships,
the Admiral Graf Spee,
one of the deadliest of Hitler's Kriegsmarine.
Reports say the British are finally closing in
on the vessel,
and engagement in battle looks imminent.
It's good to see you, ladies.
Come on, boys, play it louder
for the people at the back.
- Heil Hitler. - Lois,
can you just stop messing about?
I know it's not the London Palladium,
but it's our first continental engagement,
so let's have some fun, eh?
You're having enough fun for both of us, aren't you?
What's up with you, love? Have you lost your horse?
That's more like it.
Peace News.
I fought in the Great War.
I know the truth of it.
Peace News.
Read about the alternative to war.
Try selling one to Hitler, pal.
Us killing innocent Germans, that's,
that's only going to make Hitler stronger, not weaker.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Siding with the Jerries
while our lads are out there dying in the Atlantic.
What? What did you say?
Haven't you heard?
The Exeter's been hit.
Hit bad, they're saying.
The Exeter, you...
Sure it was the Exeter that was hit?
Why don't you go down the docks?
Try selling those lads a paper!
I would knock, but...
Doesn't seem to be a door.
Quite a thing, eh? The two of us, here.
Why are you here?
I ask myself the same question every hour.
I've done nothing but dig trenches since I...
No, I mean, why are you here?
What have you come to say?
I'm so glad to see you.
Gives me the chance to say I'm sorry.
I just wonder if you could ever forgive me,
and maybe we could
one day be a... I don't know.
We could at least just be...
- Pals again. - I'm not glad.
And no, we can't be pals.
Got to get ready for the show,
- so... - What is it?
- What can I do...? - Just go away, Harry.
Please.
After what happened in the cinema
I will to teach Hilda at home for now.
You're just going to hide her away because of her epilepsy?
What you saw... her fit.
Please tell no one... tell no one.
Of course not... come on, Claudia,
you know I can keep a secret.
We're drinking buddies.
This is serious, Frau Campbell.
Very serious.
Frau Gross,
she lives in the neighborhood.
She had a son.
Michael.
A crippled boy.
And blind, too.
He used to sit outside on the front step
and sing to passersby, and...
One day he was gone.
Just gone.
And perhaps for the best.
It is not our place to do God's work!
What do you mean, "gone?
Where?
He was sent
- to Dr. Voller's clinic. - And we don't want
the same thing happening to Hilda,
so she will stay here, where she's safe.
We may already have lost our son to this war.
_
I'm here to see Dr. Voller.
Do you have an appointment?
No, but I don't think he'll mind.
_
Hmm?
_
Aber...
Klaus, kommst du mit?
Here.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
_
Excuse me.
You forgot your change.
Thank you.
My name is Klaus.
Klaus Rossler.
I'm Kasia.
Don't be nervous, Klaus Rossler.
Perhaps we can talk away from your friends?
- Can I have a light? - Yeah.
Sorry.
I'm clumsy.
Even my little sister Hilda says so.
Come here.
I'm sorry.
The other men were teasing me,
so I came over and talked to you,
because you seemed nice and...
I don't think this is a good idea, after all, do you?
Come on.
♪ Now listen, honey ♪
♪ While I say ♪
♪ How can you fix your mouth to tell me you're going away ♪
I wouldn't leave you, love!
♪ Don't say that we must part ♪
♪ Don't break my aching heart ♪
I wouldn't do that! I wouldn't break it!
♪ You know you love me ♪
- Whoo! - ♪ True for many years ♪
♪ Love you night and day ♪
♪ Can't you see my tears ♪
♪ How can you leave me ♪
Very good, Sarge.
Maybe you need a new job?
She's great!
You're great!
♪ After you've gone ♪
♪ And left me cryin' ♪
♪ After you've gone there's no denyin' ♪
♪ You'll feel blue ♪
♪ You'll feel sad ♪
♪ You'll miss the dearest pal you've ever had. ♪
Psst.
_
Ah.
Come on, young man.
Can't stay like that.
Am I really so terrifying?
Clearly.
We have received reports today
that contact has finally been made
between HMS Exeter
and one of Germany's most deadly heavy cruisers.
Flanked by the Achilles and Ajax,
the Exeter...
...after suffering extensive damage...
Hey?
No.
Broken radio.
Just stop, stop it.
I want him back!
I want him back, I want my boy back!
Cigarette?
I'm sorry, Vic.
I should have shook your hand.
Didn't have you down for the praying type, Bennett.
I wasn't praying, sir.
Wouldn't want to give God the work.
He's got enough on his own plate sorting this shit out.
Hell of a crew, I'm proud of every one of you.
You took part in a famous victory today, Bennett.
You should be very proud.
Yes, sir.
I am, sir.
Oi, Terry!
Your winnings, mate.
You were as near as done, mate.
1100 hours.
Well done, mate.
Oh, I can't, I can't take this.
Half the lads who bet on it are dead.
But you can do what you like with your half.
All the lads bought in fair and square.
It's our money now.
Well, I think we should give it to the,
to the widows, or the chaplain or something.
We're in the Atlantic
off a country I've never heard of,
chasing a ship I can't even
fucking pronounce.
What's any of that got to do with the money?
Vic's dead, and I never got to shake his hand.
The world's fucked, mate, so look after number one.
Keep the fucking lot.
Is Lois still around? The singer?
She's still around,
but I think you missed the boat,
if you get me meaning.
I'm sorry.
I don't think I can.
What?
Oh, I've got a sheath,
if that's what you're worried about.
No, it isn't that.
It really isn't.
Sorry.
Just... hold me, eh?
It's not you, there's something you should know.
Yeah, all right.
- What? - You're nice.
Nice?
Is that all?
What, you want a certificate?
Bollocks!
Now then, listen to me.
Listen to me!
This young man is Jan.
And his father is a war hero.
His father died fighting that dreadful Hitler.
His brother is fighting Hitler as we speak.
His sister is fighting Hitler, too... yes,
Adolf Hitler.
Any boy who attacks
this fine young man must be on Hitler's side in this war.
Is there any one of you who's on Hitler's side?
Hmm?
You?
No, ma'am.
You?
No, miss.
So...
Now you know, I expect you to treat him
with the respect he deserves.
Off you go.
In you go.
Philpott.
It's all such a mess, Connie.
Will you be all right?
You upset her again, and I will break your neck.
I'm sorry.
I thought he might be taking advantage of you.
Very noble of you.
But he wasn't.
Well...
He was, in a way.
- Because he... - Because what?
Because I'm not over you,
so I'll do it with anyone who'll have me?
You don't need to be like this, you know.
- Be like what? - Like something that you're not.
You'll end up hurting yourself.
I'm sorry, I'm forgetting
that hurting me was your job, wasn't it?
I'm not "being like this"
because of what happened to us, Harry.
I'm "being like this" because of what's happening here,
how much has changed.
I'm in a foreign country for the first time in my life,
so I can "be like this" if I want to,
and it's nobody's business...
especially not yours.
The Graf Spee ended up scuttled
but not before inflicting damage and casualties
on three British warships.
The Germans are celebrating their "great naval victory"
at the Battle of River Plate, and in London,
the British are doing exactly the same.
How does this absurdity come about?
In wartime, truth is no longer objective
or even factual.
Sometimes truth is little more than wishful thinking.
This was Nancy Campbell,
American Radio International, from Berlin.
Your Lois's sheet music... I didn't want damage it.
It's not a telegram?
Does it look like a telegram?
Thanks.
Our Father Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name;
Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
Attention!
_
Well, I have an easy answer for you.
There is no euthanasia program.
Well, Hitler signed a decree in October,
so I'd be surprised if that were true.
The Führer's decree was for adults
who may be enduring a "life unworthy of life."
- No children were mentioned. - I've been to the clinic.
I've stood outside and seen a bus full of children driven in.
I've spoken to a mother whose child died in the clinic.
I know the name of the head of the clinic,
and I would like to meet him
- and talk to him. - That wouldn't be advisable.
Okay.
Then I'll just continue
making a nuisance of myself.
And then you might end up being deported.
And where will you end up, as my official minder,
if I'm making a nuisance of myself?
I wonder what that will do to your position in the ministry.
_
Konrad.
Konrad!
♪ Sto lat, sto lat, niech zyje, zyje nam ♪
♪ Jeszcze raz, jeszcze raz, niech zyje, zyje nam ♪
♪ Niech zyje nam. ♪
Happy birthday.
There.
I-I truly hope you have much better birthdays
than this one in the future.
I thought it may help you
with your English.
Ah, that's Harold.
He's Harry's father, yes?
My husband.
My father.
Husband?
Yes, very good, yes.
Your mother?
Wife.
Harry, Kasia.
Husband, wife.
No.
Robina and Harold, husband and wife.
And Harry and Kasia, husband and wife.
It was only a bit of fun, sir.
And the girl, the singer, she was, you know...
she liked a bit of fun herself.
I was talking to her before the concert...
That's enough, Broughton.
I didn't know you knew her from home, sir.
'cause then I would have been, uh,
- a bit more... - Careful.
Oh, I would have been careful, sir,
don't worry about that.
I went to the talk about VD in basic training,
- so I am never without my sheath. - Unless you want to be
the first British casualty on foreign soil,
private, I suggest you spare me the detail.
And as it turned out, she wasn't all that keen anyway.
- You really don't listen, do you, private? - Funny thing was,
when it came to it, she said she couldn't,
'cause she was up the duff.
It worked, mind you.
I went soft as a whelk the minute she told me that...
I'd get out of here now
if I were you, private,
before he comes back with a pair of nutcrackers.
Lois!
Lois.
I know!
I know.
What do you know, Harry?
I know what you said to Private Broughton
about being pregnant.
Did the trick. Put him off.
You're having a baby, aren't you?
Why didn't you say something?
- Why didn't you tell me? - Why?
What are you going to do?
Ask me to marry you?
I have to look after myself now, Harry.
Bloody hell, Lois, we'll miss the ferry, come on!
Miss Campbell, walk with me.
Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Dr. Voller.
I don't have long.
I don't have much time,
so I shall answer your question for you.
I haven't asked you one yet.
I know what it will be.
"What gives us the right to decide who lives or dies?"
- Am I correct? - Go on.
A general has that right,
a politician has that right.
Is it more appropriate that the doctor has that right?
A doctor makes those decisions
every day of his working life.
A doctor vows to alleviate suffering.
Yes, but the policy doesn't only talk about
alleviating suffering.
It talks about not infecting the gene pool.
Human progress is driven by natural selection.
It isn't something the German government
- has made up. - Human progress is driven
by our capacity to look out for those who are weaker than us,
and I'm arguing the ideology, not nature.
Can I ask you a question?
What gives you the right
to perpetuate the suffering of another human being?
I believe in science and human progress.
I don't know what you believe in,
and I am not sure you do either.
I know you want to find a monster here,
but there is no monster.
There's reason.
"The multiplication of the feeble-minded
is a very terrible danger to the race."
You know who said that, Miss Campbell?
Winston Churchill.
That's your argument? That we started it?
Throughout the West,
politicians and intellectuals agree
that we have to root out the weak
if the whole of humanity is to prosper.
The difference between them and the Third Reich
is that we have the courage
to pursue the idea.
We are the brave ones here,
you are the cowards.
Hallo, Frau Klopp.
Hello, Nancy.
Thank you.
Come, come inside.
The first thing that happens is
the family gets a letter from something called
the Children's Specialty Institutions.
They seek consent to let the child go for treatment.
If the parents refuse, they get a second letter,
this time emphasizing the child's disability
and potential for improving her life in the institution.
If the parents don't cooperate,
they are threatened with withdrawal of guardianship,
and if they refuse again they can both be called up
for special "labor duty" in a camp nearby.
And Michael, Michael Gross?
Did you find out what happened?
Michael is dead.
The institute talks about
a treatment gone wrong.
There is no treatment, there is only murder.
Oh.
I can't write about it yet... obviously,
- I came to tell you right away... - How dare you?
What was that?
- Uwe... - How dare you
dig around and draw attention to yourself like this?
Then you come here and tell us?
You talked to Mrs. Gross,
you talked to your Nazi minder at the Ministry.
And they know you are a neighbor of ours.
Not necessarily...
Don't you think they followed you?
Don't you think they know everything about you?
And they know you live next door to us.
Don't you see?
Get out.
Get out!
You have brought them to our door.
You have led them
to our door!
- Uwe, please. - No, no, Claudia.
Miss Campbell has put our dear Hilda in danger.
She must go.
And we must pray.
Thank you, Frau Campbell.
Thank you!
I love it.
Let's see.
How was Harry?
I know it won't go far.
But, you know,
you need it more than me, so...
Thank you for seeing me right.
After it happened.
Graf Spee is sunk.
- What, did we hit her? - Nah.
Captain scuttled his own ship so we couldn't take her.
Shot himself.
Yeah, I don't know if that counts as one for us,
with it being an own goal and that, but...
Oh, God, shut your noise, would you?
Don't tell anybody I've done this.
Yeah, well, I've heard they've been giving you grief
- about keeping the money. - Yeah, well,
I ain't doing it for the lads.
I'm doing it for Vic.
The sort of soppy thing he'd do, isn't it?
This doesn't make us mates.
No.
Thank you for the money.
And maybe you could put it towards a hook.
_
Tomasz...
_
So you married a Polish girl.
And you got that singer in the family way.
And she doesn't know you're married?
I've got to say, sir,
you've shocked me bowlegged.
I'm pretty shocked myself.
I'd have put good money on you being a virgin.
Thanks.
So, have you, uh, got a favorite, at all?
Of the two?
No, sergeant.
I love them both.
War's most likely done you a favor then, eh, sir?
It may have given me somewhere to hide?
No, no, I mean,
you know...
if what we hear from Poland is as bad as they say...
the Polish girl's most likely dead by now.
Come on. Come on!
Fraulein, hello.
There.
Take cover!
You heard anything from Harry?
He's not hiding from you or your daughter,
if that's what you're worried about.
She's having his baby.
Harry's baby.
I will get this information out.
I don't think it would be good
for the Rosslers if you did.
What's that?
Aren't you ashamed?
The Nazis are going nowhere, the Nazis are going to win.
Why can't you see that?
How does it feel to be a target?
I'll never be safe, anywhere.
What are the orders, sir?
Sir, what are the orders?
I don't know.