Episode 3

♪ ♪ Now we can stop pretending and get on with our lives.

After what we've just done?

LOIS: You betrayed me in the snap of some Polish knicker elastic.

(crowd cheering on newsreel) ♪ ♪ NANCY: She was having a fit for a long time.

We know what to do, Frau Campbell.

Thank you.

I love him and he loves me.

(loud explosion, people screaming) NANCY: Warsaw has surrendered, and with it, Poland has fallen.

HARRY: We have done nothing for the Polish people.

We haven't lifted a finger.

You are dismissed.

This is your career, this is everything!

I was always destined to disappoint you.

♪ ♪ The bloody Navy?

Well, at least he's getting out in the world.

Yeah, to get shot or blown up.

(cheers and applause) LOIS: I'm joining up, too.

KASIA (in Polish): ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (camera shutter clicks) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Dutch courage, Lois.

Give me some of that.

(talking, laughter continues) ♪ ♪ (soldiers chuckling) He's having to shave by himself, then.

(talking softly) STAN: Private Broughton!

JOE: Sorry, Sarge.

(rummaging in bag) ♪ ♪ (clears throat) There is nobody serving.

I shall be straight out.

(men talking, laughing in next room) (door closes) (breathing deeply) NANCY (voiceover): 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.

TOM: 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.

♪ ♪ (waves crashing, birds chirping) Boys, you want to take a bet?

Thruppenny.

Come back later.

No?

No, you're all right, mate.

Your loss.

NANCY (voiceover): ...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.

(chuckles softly) NANCY (voiceover): There is a feeling that the Allied forces are simply hoping that the inevitable will never come to pass.

(children calling in background) 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.

You may not speak English, but you're a much better listener than most men who do.

(chuckles) (children talking in background) Quiet.

(chairs shifting) This is Jan Tomaszeski.

(students laughing softly) (sharply): There is nothing funny about his name.

And the next child to laugh will find that out from the back of my hand.

(soldiers talking in background) HARRY: 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.

(soldiers grumbling, groaning) 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.

(Kasia speaking Polish) (speaking Polish) LUDWIG: LUDWIG: (scoffs) (pistol dry-fires) (Tomasz shuffles) ♪ ♪ (children chanting "German!")

(children continue chanting "German!")

(breathing heavily) (chanting continues, sound distorts) (soldiers talking in background) MAN: Come on, lads.

TOM: You all right, Terry?

Name the time, name the day Vera lays an egg.

Nearest time wins.

Thruppence a bet, go on.

(Morse code beeping in background) Today, 1100 hours.

Hey, no coaching.

(coins clinking) NORMAN: Good lad, Terry.

TOM: 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.

(sailors laughing, talking in background) Ginger?

(coins rattling) 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.

(sniffs) "No, sir."

No, sir.

(sailors talking laughing) Sir?

(scoffs) VIC: Come on, Tom, play nice.

You're lucky you get called Henry.

VIC: 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.

VIC: That's enough, that's enough.

TOM: Get your hands off me!

Stay down, stay down, that's enough.

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.

(alarm blaring) MAN (on P.A.

): 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.

MAN: Lads, to quarters!

VIC: Come on, lads.

(bird tweeting) (alarm blaring) MAN (on P.A.

): All hands to battle quarters.

(man shouting on P.A.)

(sailors shouting) 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!

P.A.C.?

P.A.C.

ready, mate.

MAN (on radio): Armor piercing, armor piercing!

Two APs!

(shouting, Tom groans) (men shouting) Go find a Jerry.

Good lad.

(grunts): She needs feeding.

She's hungry!

♪ ♪ Nice one, Vic.

(grunts) (shouting) (guns firing) Let's have them, come on, lads.

(incoming shell whistles, explosion bangs) (men screaming in distance, shouting) (breathes slowly) (explosion roars) (rumbling, clanking) (men groaning, Tom coughing) Vic.

(breathes deeply): Vic.

Oh, no, no, no.

♪ ♪ (catching breath) (Henry coughing) Oy, big man.

(groaning) Don't you worry.

(exhales) (Henry groaning) You ready?

(groans) Right, it's going to hurt, all right?

(grunts) 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... (Henry screams) TOM: 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!

(Henry groaning) ANCHOR (on radio): 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.

(tuning) ("Theatre of Romance" playing) (Tom breathing heavily) (rumbling in distance) (lights crackling) (canary chirping) ♪ ♪ (laughing softly) (soldiers shouting, cheering) SOLDIER: It's good to see you, ladies.

(truck tailgate unlatching) ♪ ♪ (soldiers cheering, whistling) (cheering and whistling continue) "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.

(murmurs) Why don't you go down the docks?

Try selling those lads a paper!

♪ ♪ (soldiers shouting, talking outside) I would knock, but...

Doesn't seem to be a door.

(chuckles softly) (motor rumbling, soldier shouting outside) 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?

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.

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.

♪ ♪ (puts lipstick down, items clatter) CLAUDIA (voiceover): After what happened in the cinema I will teach Hilda at home for now.

You're just going to hide her away because of her epilepsy?

ROSSLER: 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.

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.

♪ ♪ SOLDIER: I'm here to see Dr. Voller.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but I don't think he'll mind.

(car approaching, horn honks) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeal) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (women talking, arguing) (Rossler exclaiming) ROSSLER: FRAU GALASH: FRAU PESSLER: FRAU GALASH: ROSSLER: (machinery running in background) Hmm?

(Rossler claps several times) FRAU PESSLER: ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (puts down tray, takes glasses) ("Das Ist Berlin" playing on speaker) (soldiers speaking German) SOLDIER: Klaus, kommst du mit?

(glass clinking) (soldiers talking, laughing) Here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(glasses clinking) ("Das Ist Berlin" continues) (glasses clinking) ALENA: Excuse me.

You forgot your change.

(soldiers talking, laughing) 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?

♪ ♪ (flicks lighter repeatedly) Sorry.

I'm clumsy.

(lighter ignites) Even my little sister Hilda says so.

(closes lighter) ♪ ♪ 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?

(word catching) Come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ Now listen, honey ♪ (soldiers cheering) ♪ 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!

(soldiers laughing, cheering) ♪ You know you love me ♪ Whoo!

♪ True for many years ♪ ♪ Love you night and day ♪ ♪ Can't you see my tears ♪ (soldiers cheering) ♪ How can you leave me ♪ MAN: Very good, Sarge.

Maybe you need a new job?

MAN 2: She's great!

You're great!

(laughs) ♪ 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.

♪ (soldiers cheering) ("After You've Gone" fades) LUDWIG: Psst.

LUDWIG: KASIA: (dog barking in distance, Kasia breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ (Jan crying in other room) ROBINA: Ah.

Come on, young man.

Can't stay like that.

Am I really so terrifying?

Clearly.

(sniffling) ♪ ♪ ANCHOR (on radio): 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... (radio signal wavers) ...after suffering extensive damage... (radio signal wavering) (murmurs) (radio continues intermittently) (shaking radio): Hey?

What's the matter with it?

No...

Broken radio.

Just stop, stop it.

I want him back!

I want him back, I want my boy back!

(catching breath) (crying softly) ♪ ♪ (sailors talking in background) 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.

You took part in a famous victory today, Bennett.

You should be very proud.

Yes, sir.

I am, sir.

(sniffs) Oi, Terry!

Your winnings, mate.

You were as near as done, mate.

1100 hours.

(coins clinking) Well done, yeah.

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.

We're in the Atlantic off a country I've never heard of, chasing a ship I can't even pronounce.

What's any of that got to do with the money?

Vic's dead, and I never got to shake his hand.

So look after number one.

(chuckles bitterly) (coins clink) ♪ ♪ (spits) (sailor coughing) ("Old Paris" playing on accordion) (soldiers laughing in background) (groans softly) I'm sorry.

I don't think I can.

What?

Oh, I've got a sheath, if that's what you're worried about.

(chuckles): No, it isn't that.

It really isn't.

Sorry.

Just... hold me, eh?

(Lois murmurs) It's not you, there's something you should know.

(exhales) ("Old Paris" continues) (Joe struggling, Lois chuckles) What?

LOIS: You're nice.

JOE: Nice?

Is that all?

LOIS: What, you want a certificate?

(Joe and Lois laughing) (Joe grunts, Lois yelps) (both grunting) (Harry catching breath) (groans): Bollocks!

(catching breath) (exhales) (catching breath, inhales deeply) ♪ ♪ (children laughing, talking in background) ROBINA: Now then, listen to me.

(clapping repeatedly): 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.

♪ ♪ BOY: Philpott.

♪ ♪ LOIS: It's all such a mess, Connie.

(exhales softly) Will you be all right?

(quietly): You upset her again, and I will break your neck.

(quietly): I'm sorry.

I thought he might be taking advantage of you.

(sniffles): Very noble of you.

But he wasn't.

Well...

He was, in a way.

Because he... Because what?

(sniffles): 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.

♪ ♪ (crying softly) ♪ ♪ NANCY (on radio): 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.

♪ ♪ (knock on door) ♪ ♪ (knocking, Douglas sniffles) Your Lois's sheet music-- I didn't want damage it.

(hoarsely): It's not a telegram?

Does it look like a telegram?

(papers rustling) (quietly): Thanks.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ("Last Post" playing on trumpet, waves crashing) CHAPLAIN: Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

ALL: 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.

(quietly): Amen.

OFFICER: Attention!

("Last Post" continues) ♪ ♪ (sheep bleating) (honking) KONRAD: (door creaks) (Konrad slurping) (engine approaching) ♪ ♪ FARMER: KONRAD: WIFE: (trapdoor clunks) (footsteps approaching) (footsteps clunking) (floorboards creak, baby crying) (baby continues crying) ♪ ♪ (floorboards creak) (baby cries again) SOLDIER (in Russian): (in Polish): (baby crying) (floorboards creak, Grzegorz stifles cough) ♪ ♪ (floorboards creak, footsteps retreat) (door closes, farmer exhales) SCHMIDT: 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.

(scoffs): 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.

(classical music playing) (speaking Polish) GRZEGORZ: (sniffs) KONRAD: (gears grinding, motor humming) GRZEGORZ: GRZEGORZ: KONRAD: (brakes squeal, engine idling) (car door opens) KONRAD: Konrad.

(soldiers and family shouting) Konrad!

(woman screaming) (farmer shouts, gun fires, woman screams, gun fires) ♪ Sto lat, sto lat, niech zyje, zyje nam ♪ ♪ Sto lat, sto lat, niech zyje, zyje nam ♪ ♪ Jeszcze raz, jeszcze raz, niech zyje, zyje nam ♪ ♪ Niech zyje nam.

♪ ♪ ♪ ROBINA: Happy birthday.

(bell jingles over door) 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.

(chuckles) 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.

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.

(officer shouting orders outside) 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.

(catching breath) 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.

TED: Bloody hell, Lois, we'll miss the ferry, come on!

♪ ♪ (engine starts) (locking tailgate) ♪ ♪ 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.

Isn't 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.

What gives you the right to perpetuate the suffering of another human being?

I believe in science and human progress.

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.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (people speaking German in background) (children chattering, music box playing) (knocking on door) (door closes, footsteps approaching) Hallo, Frau Klopp.

(door opens) CLAUDIA: Hello, Nancy.

Thank you.

Come, come inside.

(door closes) NANCY (voiceover): 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.

(stifling cries) 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.

Get out!

(Claudia cries quietly) 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.

(Nancy chuckles forcibly) ♪ ♪ Let's see.

(playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star") (soldiers chattering) How was Harry?

(chattering and laughing continue) ♪ ♪ (men talking in background, sailor coughing) ♪ ♪ 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.

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.

(coins clinking) And maybe you could put it towards a hook.

(sailors chattering in background) (sailor coughing) ♪ ♪ (knocking) KASIA: TOMASZ: (groaning close by, Kasia shushing) (whispering): KASIA: (groaning continues) (Ludwig groans) KASIA: (groaning continues) (Ludwig groans) (slide racks, Ludwig starts to speak) (dog barking distantly) (Kasia gasping) KASIA: TOMASZ: Tomasz... Tomasz... KASIA (whispers): (stifled crying) (Tomasz speaking Polish) (Tomasz crying, speaking Polish) ♪ ♪ STAN (voiceover): 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.

(quietly): I'm pretty shocked myself.

I'd have put good money on you being a virgin.

Thanks.

(exhales) 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?

(sniffs) 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.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (Kasia sighs) ♪ ♪ Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

(birds fluttering, squawking) (soldiers chattering) (whistles) Fraulein, hello.

(soldiers chattering) ♪ ♪ There.

♪ ♪ (door creaks) ♪ ♪ (gunshot) ♪ ♪ (rubble clatters) DOUGLAS: You're acting like nothing will change.

Are you telling me this to hurt me?

The Nazis are going to win.

WEBSTER: I thought you'd be safe here.

ALBERT: I'll never be safe.

(gunshots) The key to Nazi victory is efficiency.

STAN: Sir, what are the orders?

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