War and Remembrance (1988–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Part 5 - full transcript

Byron and Nathalie are reunited in Marseilles but the American Consul counsels them not to try and leave France without the proper documentation, so Byron returns to Gibraltar alone. Their plans to meet in Lisbon go awry however when, in November 1942, the Allies invade North Africa. As a result, the Germans occupy Vichy France and the borders are closed. Aaron, Louis and Nathalie travel to Lourdes to await what they hope will be a quick prisoner exchange. Pamela Tudsbury and her father Alistair are in Egypt where he is reporting on the Eighth Army's defeat of Rommel's Afrika Korps. The Russians are putting up stiff resistance on the Eastern Front and Hitler approves a new battle plan. At Auschwitz, the Nazi's complete construction of the gas chambers and the crematoria. Berel Jastrow and Sammy Mutterperl are transferred to a new work gang. In the South Pacific, Pug Henry's ship, Northampton, is severely damaged in an encounter with the Japanese.

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Tell me how you did this.
What's that thing?

You'll hear everything.
Where's the kid?

Up here!

There. That's your son.

What do you think of him?

Yeah. I guess he looks like me.

God, does he ever.

He's a stamped-out miniature.

Will he be afraid
if I pick him up?

Try it.

Hi, boy.



I'm your dad.

He's heavy.
What have you been feeding him?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

Octopus, blackbirds.

Anything.

He's a traveling man, you know?

You have to see Aaron
and meet everybody.

[Singing]

Byron!

This is utterly incredible.

Aaron.

I would like you
to meet my husband,

my American husband
Byron Henry.

Bineman.



Natalie's husband!
Oh, Natalie's husband.

Welcome!
Sholom aleichem.

You are so welcome.

Please sit down.

Oh, Louis, your papa is here.

Have something to eat.

Louis... that's your papa.
Papa's here.

Oh, isn't this wonderful?

Why don't you eat, please?
You must be hungry.

Here. Here is something.
Please eat something.

Your papa.

Louis, look who's here.
Your papa.

Excuse me.

How's the baby?

Well, he was very tired.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, well, I'm afraid your uncle

will have to sleep
somewhere else tonight.

Good shabbas.

Good night.

Thanks.

Now there is a fine woman.

Sweetie...

Yeah?

He's up, and he's watching us.

It's all right.
He's only a year old.

He's just curious as a raccoon.

A raccoon, hell.

I think he's taking notes.

That kid has got grown-up eyes.

Why don't I just
put him back to bed?

Would you mind that?

Then we can talk, and I can
get a little used to you.

Sure. Go ahead.

You should be reassured.

The procedure is obviously
quite new to him.

Does he really walk and talk?

Walk to daddy.

Walk to daddy.

Come on.

Walk to daddy.

You're supposed to clap
when he does that.

Well done, sprout.

How about saying something?

[Gurgles]

Oh, you wouldn't understand him.

It's all a jumble of Yiddish, Italian,
French, and a little English.

What about your
father and Warren?

Have you heard from them?

Didn't the Red Cross
forward my letters?

I haven't had any
letters since May.

Warren's dead.

He was killed
in the battle of Midway.

Oh, my darling.

He received
the posthumous navy cross.

Oh, Byron.

Byron, I can't believe it.

Listen.

The train for Lisbon
leaves at midnight.

Start packing.

You mean we're leaving now?

Tonight?

Yeah. Now.

Aaron will have to wait for clearance,

but I'm taking you
and the baby with me.

Did the Consul General
say you could?

Not yet.
We're going to his apartment now.

But the charge d'affaires
in Vichy has the exit visas.

We should be getting it any day now.

Why can't I take Natalie
and the baby along now?

I'm convinced I can get them
on a plane back to the states.

He's good at that.

No doubt, but the problem
is crossing the borders.

Sir, my diplomatic passport cuts
through immigration red tape easily.

You know that yourself.

Not always.

Suppose you run into a nasty French
border inspector or a German agent?

I'll have a story.

I'd like to hear it.

The baby got sick in Gibraltar.
We rushed him to Marseilles.

We didn't bother with visas.
I'll talk in broken French.

I'll be the dumb
American official.

I'll make it stick.

Unfortunately for your story,

I've never seen
a healthier-looking baby.

Mrs. Henry, are you willing
to back up this story?

Once we're on the train, we'll have it
rehearsed and down cold.

Please don't worry.

Lieutenant...

I want to talk plainly to your wife.

Go ahead.

Mrs. Henry, as I said,

there are Gestapo agents
on the train and at the border.

They do exactly as they please.

You may be pulled off the train.

I'd go with her.

And something else.

Should this happen,
it's possible that your baby

will be taken from you
while you're questioned.

That's how the Germans operate.

Once you are in custody,
I can't help you.

We have a file
of such cases pending now.

People halted with questionable
American documents.

Some of them are
already in Rive Sates.

The concentration camp?

You are trying to frighten her.

I'm trying to be honest with her.
Are you?

I'm willing to take the risks.

It's not up to you.

We're going to chance it.

You are not!

You are carrying
top-secret war documents.

If you fail in your bluff,

the Gestapo can arrest you
and confiscate that pouch.

As senior officer in this area,
I'm ordering you not to do this.

I'm very sorry.

Byron, it's only
a few more days.

Why take such a risk?

Go, please.
Wait for us in Lisbon.

All hell's about to break loose
in the Mediterranean.

At the first sign of trouble,
they'll close the borders.

We went from Krakow
to Warsaw during a war.

You never turned a hair.

We have Louis now.

What do you think, Avram?

Are you asking me?

Yeah.

I've been taken off that train
to Lisbon by the Germans.

That's why you told me
to come here first.

Yes.

Byron, she needs the exit visas.

I know what you're feeling.

But please try not to worry.

The visas will be here,
and everything will work out fine.

I hope so.

I'm sorry.
I have to go now.

I'll have Mrs. Henry's luggage
brought in.

She better remain here
until the visas come.

Tomorrow, I'll send for Dr. Jastrow.

When they're ready, I'll escort them
to the border myself.

I'll have my driver
take you to the train.

Would you like some time
alone with your family?

Yeah. Thanks.

You're terribly angry
with me, aren't you?

Well, not really.

But I still think
we could've made it.

I'm sorry, Byron.

I'm just too frightened for Louis.

I know.
Honey, don't worry.

I've got 30 days leave.
I'll wait for you.

I'll check the embassy every day.

I doubt I can book
that honeymoon suite in Estoril.

Try.

I will.

Well, I better think
about shoving off.

Byron, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can't help it.

I'll be there in a week or less.

Wait for me.

Forgive me.

Love me for God sakes.

I'll love you
till the day I die.

Natalie...

the two of us will never die.
Don't you know that?

So long, Sprout.

I'm glad I got a look at you.

November 3, 1942.

A grand armada steams from the
United States and the British isles-

300 warships, 370 transports
and support vessels,

and over 100,000 troops.

Destination-
French North Africa.

Originally scheduled
for October 30th,

the invasion has now been put back
a week to the night of November 7th

when the combined forces
will sweep ashore

on the beaches of Algiers,
Oran, and Casablanca.

The new world,
with all its power and might,

sailing forth to the rescue of the old.

Hello, Mr. President.

Hello, Harry.

Midnight swim, Mr. President?

Relaxes me like nothing else.

I was having the collywobbles
waiting for the returns.

What's the news?

Still too close to call, sir.

There's another long cable
from Churchill.

Get me out.

Any word from the navy
on the torch forces?

They've got to keep
radio silence, sir.

Well, no news is good news,
I suppose.

We'd be hearing plenty
if the u-boats had attacked them.

It's a miracle, Harry.

The u-boats sank nearly
a million tons last month,

and yet that gigantic torch
sails on undetected.

But it's still five days from Africa.

You know, Eisenhower said
that the decision on Torch

may go down
as the blackest day in history.

Generals get paid to worry, Harry.

I've been reading Thucydides.

Athens launched a sea expedition
against Sicily

very much like Torch, you know.

It was a total disaster.

And you know why?

Because back home political
support fell apart.

That's why it's
so damn important

that the Democrats hold onto
their majority in the house.

Well, what does Winston
have on his mind?

Well, first, Montgomery is definitely
forcing Rommel back at El-Alamein.

We've been hearing that
for two weeks.

Two more 1,000-plane bombing raids
are scheduled for November-

Hamburg and Stuttgart.

You win a war on the ground.

And Churchill is very worried
about Stalin's long silence.

Stalingrad's picture is grim,

and Churchill's
always been concerned

about the separate peace
in the East.

Lenin gave away half of Russia
to the Germans in 1917

to make a separate peace.
We have to hang onto Stalin.

[Telephone rings]

Mr. Hopkins, for you. London.

Oh. Excuse me, Mr. President.

Mr. President.

Hello, Ed.

What's the word
from Democratic headquarters?

Senate's okay.
Governorships, not so good,

and they sure played hell
with us in the house.

I don't like these off-year elections.
How bad is it?

They've gained, tops, 47 seats.

Then they didn't make it.

We've held the house by 11 seats.

By thunder, I've got my Congress!

Not by much,
but you still have your congress.

Absolutely!

I'll tell him right now.

Thank you.

Mr. President.

That was General Allan Brooke
calling from Churchill's war room.

The eighth army has broken through
at El-Alamein.

Rommel's forces are in retreat.

Well, splendid.

You know what, Harry,

I think we're going
to rewrite Thucydides.

The sun hangs huge and red above
the far, dust-streaked horizon.

The desert cold is already
falling on Kidney Ridge.

Here, not only did these German
and British soldiers die

who litter the ground
in the fading red light.

Here at El-Alamein,
the Africa Korps died.

The Korps was a legend.

A dashing, clean-cut enemy,
a menace,

and at the same time, a sort of glory.

In Churchillian rhetoric,
a gallant foe worthy of our steel.

We have won here,
in the great Western desert,

a victory to stand with Crecy,
Agincourt, Blenheim, and Waterloo.

Lines from Southey's
Battle of Benhelm

are haunting me here
on Kidney Ridge.

They say it was a shocking sight
after the field was won.

For many thousand bodies here
lay rotting in the sun.

But things like that, you know,
must be after a famous victory.

I am very tired.

A voice that I don't want to listen to

tells me that this
is England's last triumph,

that our military history ends here

with a victory
to stand with the greatest.

If history is but the clash of arms,
we leave the stage with honor.

The sun going down on Kidney Ridge
is setting on the British empire,

on which, so we learned to say
as schoolboys, the sun never sets.

I take a last look around
at the dead of El-Alamein

and mutter a prayer for all these
poor devils- Germans, British,

who sang Lili Marlene
in the cafes of Tobruk.

And again from Southey,

''it was a very wicked thing,
said little Wilhelmine.

Nay, nay, my little girl, quote he-''

[telephone rings]

Pamela Tudsbury.

Oh, thank you, Colonel.

Yes. He'll be very pleased.

Good news.

The interview with Monty is on.

They're sending a jeep for us.

Us?

Why, yes.
I've been cleared, too.

Look impressed.

Quite a landmark occasion
for a female.

Absolutely not.
Out of the question.

You're not going, Pamela.

Of course I'm going.

Of course you're not.

Much too dangerous.

Dangerous? We're only going
to his field headquarters,

miles from the front.

I don't want to hear
another word about it.

Ready, Mr. Tudsbury, sir?

Talky.

Father.

Pamela...

go back inside.

Watch your step, men.

Come on.

No.

[Pamela Tudsbury]
I'm writing this
in my hotel room in Cairo.

As a World War I reserve officer,
my father was burled with honors

in the British military
cemetery outside Alexandra.

The London Observer asked me
to complete the Kidney Ridge piece

my father was working on
when he was summoned

to the Montgomery interview.

I have tried, but I cannot.

I can, however...

complete Southey's verse for him.

"It was a famous victory."

Professor, Mrs. Henry, here we are.

Your exit visas properly endorsed

by the Vichy government
as promised.

Superb.

Mr. Gaither, I assure you my niece
and I will be forever in your debt.

I don't know how to thank you.

Not necessary.

I've booked you both to Barcelona
tomorrow and thence to Lisbon,

where your husband is.

I'm to call him when everything's set.

Use my phone.

Professor, may I offer you
a drink to celebrate?

With greatest pleasure.
Thank you, Mr. Gaither.

Natalie?

Oh, honey, that's terrific!

Yeah, tell Gaither I owe him one.

I'm trying to wangle our way
out of here.

You remember Bunky Thurston?

Leslie's friend at the embassy.

Right. He's still here.

I'll talk to him in the morning.
Maybe he can help.

I called the hotel.

I think I can get
the honeymoon suite.

Oh, Byron.

Okay. Tomorrow it is.

You'd better start teaching
that kid of mine some American.

And all those convoys
passing Gibraltar.

The Fuhrer knows about it.

He's not concerned.

But where are they heading for?

Intelligence says maybe
it's a landing in Sardinia.

The Fuhrer thinks
it may be an attempt

to put troops behind Rommel.

Therefore, I've ordered
defenses around Tripoli.

Mussolini is quite sure
it will be French North Africa.

Mussolini...

his judgment is clouded
by two things,

his ulcer and his whore.

[Speaking German]

Unbelievable.

At most, a feint.

Well, Jodl, I think you'd better show
this to the Fuhrer immediately.

You're the one who should tell him
as headquarters Commander in Chief.

No, no.

The Fuhrer is busy
with his party speech.

Is it worth disturbing him?

He should be told immediately.

Of course he must.

Report this dispatch
to the Fuhrer,

but don't be alarmist or pessimistic.

It's no big development.

In all German history,

our position has never been
so powerful.

Our new order rules all of Europe.

My armies threaten the Volga,
the Caucasus,

and, despite momentary setbacks,

the Nile, and beyond.

My u-boats have sunk
almost eight million tons this year.

The Atlantic is becoming
impassable to the enemy.

As for Stalingrad...

[knock on door]

[Knock knock]

Ja!

Mein Fuhrer,
we have an urgent submarine report.

Large sections of those Gibraltar
convoys have turned south.

French North Africa.

If it isn't a deception.

One of our u-boats?

No, Mein Fuhrer. Italian.

Italian intelligence.

As about as reliable
as Italian troops.

Still, Keitel is to telephone French
army headquarters in Vichy,

report this intelligence,

and tell them I demand
a full war alert

of all Admiral Darlan's
land and sea forces in North Africa.

Zu befehl, Mein Fuhrer.

Meanwhile, we will proceed
on to Munich

until this little nonsense
takes clearer shape.

French North Africa.

Knock Italy out of the war.

The weak opponent.

Not a bad move...

if that's it.

Roosevelt!

Sieg heil!

7:46 P.M.

Adolf Hitler addresses
the party faithful

on the 19th anniversary
of his famous beer hall putsch.

Mein Fuhrer!

Sieg...

Heil!

Sieg...

Heil!

Sieg...

Heil!

This is the best speech you've made
in your political career.

People will recall this speech
and play it to their grandchildren.

Roon, what news?

Mein Fuhrer, I regret to report
absolute betrayal.

British and Americans
are wading ashore,

and Darlan has ordered cease-fire
throughout French North Africa.

Darlan!

Our man.

How could he suddenly
turn so rotten?

The treacherous swine!

I understand that most forces there
are obeying him,

laying down their arms.

Vichy, apparently, is impotent.

Have Ribbentrop notify
Mussolini and Laval.

They're to come
to Munich immediately.

We confer tomorrow morning.

Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

Keitel!

Mein Fuhrer.

Make plans to land
in Tunisia in 48 hours.

If the cowardly French won't fight
Roosevelt's green draftees, we will.

Zu befehl, Mein Fuhrer.

Also, alert units
for the execution of plan Anton.

Highest urgency.
We occupy the rest of France!

Yes, Fuhrer!

I want my best panzers
thrown into Tunisia!

The Deutschland,
the Adolf Hitler Leibstandarte,

yes, and the Herman Goering
panzers, too.

That cowardly, bloodthirsty
lunatic Roosevelt

and his drunken lap dog,
Churchill,

have stepped into the quicksand!

North Africa will be their
political graveyard.

And with Rommel
taking overall command,

he'll push Roosevelt's nigger troops
back into the sea!

And with those extra forces,
I'll roll across!

We'll push him right back,
this time to the Nile!

Mein Fuhrer, with you,

the world's greatest military
genius leading us,

this will be
a very positive development.

Oh, yes.
True turning point.

Excuse me.
Where can I find Mr. Thurston?

First secretary?

Second floor.

Yeah, that's what it says.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

No, no.

You guys got to deal with it,
right?

Byron Henry!

Hey, Bunky.

What are you doing in Lisbon?

Natalie's coming from Marseilles.

I thought she was in Siena.

A lot's happened.

I need air priorities for us
on the next Pan Am.

Byron, nobody's coming
from Marseilles today.

What's going on?

Haven't you heard?

The allies invaded North Africa.

The Vichy government's broken
relations with the United States.

As of 5 A.M. This morning,
the borders are closed.

I'm afraid I have very serious news.

I've just been informed
that the German army

has crossed the borders to begin
the occupation of Vichy, France.

Furthermore, I was also informed

that we are to be interned
by the Vichy government.

Please, let me finish!

You are correct.

Technically speaking,
they have no right.

Although they did break
relations after the landings,

we're not at war with Vichy, France.

However, we will be taken
by bus to Lourdes,

where we will be confined
with other Americans

until the Vichy government
decides what to do with us.

As most of you are aware,

the usual drill
in these circumstances

is for the belligerent
countries to exchange internees.

Many Vichy personnel
are still in our country.

Vichy wants them
to be sent back safely.

So there's no reason -
I repeat, no reason

to assume this situation
is in any way different.

We will be going home, and soon.
Of that I can assure you.

All right.

The buses will leave
tomorrow morning at 8:00.

If anyone has problem,
Mr. Jones will talk to you.

Professor Jastrow, Mrs. Henry.

May I see you in my office?

I know how difficult
these past few days have been,

but Avram has good news.

Is that true, Avram?

Yes, I have documents for you.

Forged, but of excellent quality.

I didn't tell you because I wasn't
sure Avram would get them done.

It was very risky.

Professor, these certify that you
have been, for a number of years,

a correspondent for life magazine.

I have written for them.

You, Mrs. Henry, are credentialed
as Dr. Jastrow's editorial assistant.

As journalists,
you qualify as internees.

But we're fugitives.

How could any document protect us
if the Germans discover we're here?

Fortunately,
the Germans are rather busy

with North Africa and Stalingrad.

And our stay in Lourdes,
as I said, should be brief.

But Mr. Gaither-

besides, there'll be
almost 200 Americans,

and we'll undoubtedly be dealing

with very low-grade
Frenchmen and Germans.

Not the kind of people
that would be familiar

with your reputation, Professor.

Therefore, I believe these
papers will suffice.

Avram, isn't there anywhere else
we could go?

Back to the Mendelson's
until we find a way out.

With the Germans coming, occupied
France is no place for alien Jews.

When I think of our names on lists,
and Germans reading them...

I should've gone with Byron.

God, why didn't I go?

Natalie.

Natalie, your best chance now
is with the Americans.

This exchange will be made.

What will you do?

Play hide-and-seek
with the Germans for a while.

Then I go back into business.

Remember.

''Next year in Jerusalem.''

It was, of course, the most
ghastly misfortune

that we falled by only hours
to leave Vichy, France legally.

En route to Lourdes,
November 12, 1942.

I write this entry
as I sit on the bus

with the other American internees.

My only hope is this pilgrimage
town will hold for us

the same miracles
it supposedly has held

for so many down the years.

Yet, as my journey continues,

I find myself thinking,
not of Lourdes,

but strangely,
of a place of my youth- Oswiecim.

During our stay
in the Mendelson apartment,

we heard much grisly talk about
the rumored atrocities in the East...

mass shootings, gassings,
death camps.

And it was almost always the name
of one place kept recurring,

never uttered
except in hushed terms

of the most profound horror
and dread. My Oswiecim.

But now, in its ugly Germanization,
Auschwitz.

So if these rumors are more
than paranoid fears,

the place where I studied as a boy,

the place of so many
fond childhood memories,

may well be the center
of the whole horror.

And the ultimate menace
that could be facing us

is transportation to the mysterious
and frightful camp at Oswiecim.

That would, indeed,
be a neat closing of the circle.

My one consolation
is that our random existence

on this petty planet does not move
in such artistic patterns.

We are a continent away
from Oswiecim

and only 30 miles from Spain.

I still have faith that we will end
by going home.

Ah, Professor,
would you step here a moment?

I'd like you both
to meet Pinckney Tuck.

He's formerly
our charge in Vichy.

Now he's responsible
for us all at Lourdes.

Pinck, Dr. Aaron Jastrow
and his niece Mrs. Natalie Henry.

My pleasure, Professor.

Mrs. Henry.

That's a fine-looking young man.

Thank you.

Tell me, Mr. Tuck,
what can we expect?

The Vichy government
does intend to swap us

for their personnel
in the United States.

That's encouraging.
Isn't it, Natalie?

Yes. Doctor, I'd like
a moment with you.

Those Frenchmen in the
United States may elect to stay there

rather than return
to the gentle rule of the Hun.

That's rather alarming,
but why tell me now?

You're senior among us
in age and renown.

If you keep your spirits up,

make no demands
for actions I can't take,

bear yourself cheerfully
in tight moments,

you'll be a strengthening influence
when we may need one.

I shall be glad
to be of any assistance.

Thank you. Shall we go in?

Where's our room?

I think down here.

Oh, Tom, I'll meet you downstairs
in five minutes.

Getting settled in?

Yes. Fine.

Everything all right, professor?

Fine, thank you.

I'm finding this mountain air
rather invigorating.

How's the baby, Mrs. Henry?

Sound asleep already.

Well, it was a tiring trip.

Professor, this afternoon
we'll be setting up our routine

for the stay here.

It will be helpful if you could join me
with some others and help organize.

I'd be very glad to.

Good.

Mr. Gaither.

Who are those men?

I'm afraid they're Gestapo,
Mrs. Henry.

They're being posted
at all four hotels.

They'll start examining our papers.

They have no right to,
and those documents will hold up.

Professor, this is a roster
of the rooms

should you want to contact anybody.

Thank you so much.

I'll contact you later.

On the eastern front,

Hitler continues to feed whole armies

into the meat grinder
of Stalingrad's ruined streets.

Meanwhile, Stalin grimly positions
a million and a half fresh troops

with masses of tanks and artillery

north and south
of the embattled city.

Under the cover of a heavy blizzard
in subzero weather,

the Red Army attacks.

General.

Colonel General Kurt Zeitzler,
Hitler's replacement for Haider,

the new Chief of Staff.

Keitel, this just came in.

We must show
the Fuhrer immediately.

Even so, Zeitzler,

I strongly advise that you do not
disturb the Fuhrer at this time.

It's long after midnight.

He didn't sleep well on the train.

The sixth army's fate
may be sealed soon.

Manstein and Goering
arrive this morning.

Plenty of time to discuss this
at the situation conference.

I will see the Fuhrer immediately.

I'm Chief of Staff.

The southern front's
threatened with collapse.

Very well. George.

[Ring]

Der Fuhrer, Bitte.

Steady, Zeitzler.

You're new to the job.

We've been through tougher ones
than this on the eastern front.

You'll prepare
a full situation report tomorrow.

Now let us get some
much-needed rest.

This is extremely urgent.

I must give General Paulus
freedom of action now

to fight his way
out of Stalingrad to the west.

Leave the Volga you mean?

Only if Paulus decides
it is necessary.

To save the sixth army!

At least let him
plan a breakout.

Where the German soldier
sets his foot, there he remains!

I am not leaving the Volga.

Tell that to Paulus.

Fuhrer, it grieves me,
but I must tell you this.

The sixth army is almost encircled.

300,000 men- your most powerful
mobile force, trapped.

Nonsense!

What is this nonsense?

It's true, Mein Fuhrer.

The Russians tore open
the Rumanian front

and are mounting a pincer attack.

You yourself assured me
by telephone not-

six hours ago, Zeitzler,

that the 48th corps
was closing that breach.

I said they were counterattacking.

They fought hard, but they
were cut off and surrounded.

Overwhelming superior numbers.

A whole Panzer Corps cut off?

By the Russians?

Who commands that corps?

General Ferdinand Heim,
a very capable officer.

You will order General Heim to report
here to Rasternburg immediately.

He will be court-martialed upon
arrival and executed by firing squad.

Oh, Mein Fuhrer, surely...

an inquiry into
the circumstances first.

Goering will head the court-martial.

He will choose his own court.

Zu Befehl, Mein Fuhrer.

Situation conference at 1000 hours.

Tomorrow morning!

You wanted to see him.

You saw him.

Then I don't have
to leave the Volga.

I'd like to point out
another advantage of this plan.

There speaks
the Conqueror of Sevastopol.

Army group Don will drive up
from the southwest

with powerful, fresh forces
to relieve Paulus.

Meantime, sixth army should form
a hedgehog at Stalingrad.

Field Marshal Eric Von Manstein,

mastermind of the conquest
of France.

Germany's most brilliant
and successful professional officer.

It will be possible,

but all this
absolutely depends on

keeping the sixth army
supplied by air

until my relief columns
break through.

Four to six weeks.

No problem.

Reichsmarshal, with all respect...

an airlift of 500 tons
a day in this weather?

With the Luftwaffe already
tied up in Tunisia?

Mein Fuhrer,
supply by air to Paulus' army

is a matter of life and death.

Mein Fuhrer, I will supply
the sixth army at Stalingrad.

Then it is all decided.

The sixth army will
hedgehog where it stands.

General Paulus' command
will henceforth be known

as Fortress Stalingrad.

The relief of Fortress Stalingrad
will be the mission

of army group Don
under Field Marshal Von Manstein.

I will supply the necessary
fresh, powerful forces.

Fortress Stalingrad.

Goering's airlift
is nothing but empty talk.

It's hopeless.

He simply says whatever
the Fuhrer wishes to hear.

In only six of the Nazi
concentration camps,

all in the Polish back country,

does the SS murder Jews
in mass upon arrival

with an elaborate hygienic
hoax of disinfection.

The German names for these places

are Chelmo, Belzec, Sobibor,
Treblinka, Maidanek, and Auschwitz.

But Auschwitz is in
a class by itself.

At once the biggest
asphyxiation center,

the biggest corpse-robbing center,

and the biggest
slave-factory center

in all of German-ruled Europe.

You can't see it now,
but in the Spring all of this...

grass and flowers.

Please.

Where is the chief engineer?

Our chief engineer Herr Pruefer.

Standartenfuhrer Blobel.

Heil Hitler,
Herr Standartenfuhrer.

Herr Pruefer's
with Topf and Son.

I know the firm.

When do we fire?

We start the blowers in an hour,
ignition shortly thereafter.

Everything ready for your approval.

How many will this hold, 2,000-3,000?

Yes. 210 square meters.

And the other three installations?

Approximately the same.

Depending on
the special requirements,

on a 24-hour basis,
you could conceivably process...

as many as 60,000.

The escape.

It's on.

When?

Tomorrow night.

Come.

The zyclon-b caps
dropped in from above.

And the gas comes out
through this wire netting.

The furnace room.

Efficient.

Examination and collection.

Gold teeth. Hair.

Once finished in the other room,

the disposables are taken here
and inserted for combustion.

Adults. Two or three at a time.

Children. Four or five.

Three-stage furnaces.

Stage one. Powerful electric motors
force air to stage two.

Lumber and waste oil
create such super heat

that the disposables in stage three,
in burning, turn to fuel themselves,

speeding up combustion time
by a factor of three.

The capacity?

Theoretically,
in a 24-hour period, 3,000,

and in all four facilities
between 8,000 or 9,000.

Your chimney linings
won't take such heat.

Special super-tested
ceramic bricks.

We guarantee the linings.

Well, I do things differently,
more simply, but, uh...

[speaking German]

In actuality,
the highest dally number

ever to be gassed and cremated
will occur in 1944

during the extermination
of the Hungarian Jews.

In one day-
24,000 men, women, and children.

How did he get these pictures?

The less you know, the better.

That swine engineer.

Civilian idiot in his comfortable
tweed overcoat and English shoes.

One month behind in delivery.

Tests postponed twice.

He needs a few months in Auschwitz.

Straight to the political block.

Surely not flame throwers?

So inefficient. So wasteful.

Some of these pits
were dug in 1940.

Those old bodies just won't burn,

yet the orders from Berlin are to
eradicate all traces of mass graves.

My dear Kommandant, that's exactly
what my Kommando 1005 is doing

all over Poland and Russia.

Let me give you some tips.

You are a gentleman,
a man of culture.

Not like those damn
paper pushers from Berlin.

I am an architect by profession.

Let me at least give you
a good dinner.

Dinner?

Maybe a little drop first.

I thought you
would never say it.

My compliments, Frau Hoess.

The finest wine, the best food
I have eaten since before the war.

Such a distinguished guest.

Oh, what a lovely cake.

Inga,

[speaking German]

Hannah is a wonderful cook, too.

You like chocolate cake, eh, Hans?

Ja.

Special treat.

He got an ''A'' in German today.

An ''A.'' That's very good. What for?

Sir, for reciting Schiller's poem,
Die Glockner.

[Siren]

Of all times.

Excuse me.

Well, why don't we all
eat our dessert?

[Siren]

[Bell clanging]

Get up, you bastards!

Who?

I don't know.

Get out!

Get out!

Let him go!

Let him go! Stop it!

[Speaking German]

Two hours.

Heads will roll
if they don't catch him.

This has been a continual problem,
hasn't it, Rudy?

Reichsfuhrer Himmler has mentioned
it on a number of occasions.

[Ring]

Yes.

Yes.

Splendid. Where?

No.

Well done.

Well done.

Caught him.
Wait till you hear this.

He tried to get out
in the latrine wagon.

Three men had to take turns
hosing him off.

And, Paul, I wish you could see what
we do with these escaped prisoners.

We dress them up
in a clown suit.

We'll hang a sign on them-

''Hurrah! I am back.''

[Laughs]

[Speaking German]

An escape that fails
is good for discipline.

Haig & Haig.

I still can't get over it, such luxury.

Plenty more where that comes from.

You should see what these
Jews bring with them.

As a gift to you,

a case along with decent brandy
and some Havana cigars

will be delivered to your airplane.

Fine, Rudy, fine. Thank you.

Now sit down.
Let's talk business.

Auschwitz is supposed to supply
my Kommando 1005 with workers.

Correct?

Yes, of course.

Well, you have been
sending me rubbish!

They don't last three weeks.

I need strong men.

500 able-bodied Jews
in the next shipment, Rudy.

500, or the Reichs Fuhrer and I
will have to have another little talk.

Crematorium.

What about it?

The guys who built it,
the Klinger gang.

Best fellows I've got.

400 or 500 of them
due for immediate liquidation.

You can get... four...

five solid months work out of those
guys before I get rid of them.

Will that do?

Fine, Rudy.

That will be fine.

Excellent.

Haig & Haig.

Just another postponed
sentence of death.

The guy in the labor section told me
escapes are easier from 1005.

Yeah?

You got the film?

Yeah.

The address in Prague?

God be with us.

Amen.

The battle for Guadalcanal
is in its fourth month.

Despite the heavy toll,

the United States
is gradually gaining the upper hand.

The Japanese have lost
over 20,000 of their best troops,

500 aircraft, 15 warships,

and large numbers of transports
and troop carriers.

The United States-
2,000 dead or missing,

300 aircraft, 20 combat vessels
including the fleet carriers,

Hornet and Wasp,
and, like the Japanese,

many more transports
and troop ships.

So many ships of both sides
have been sunk

that the marines dug in on the island
call the waters off Guadalcanal

"iron bottom sound."

And the end is not yet in sight.

We're zeroing in now.

Our salvos are bracketing them.

November 30, 1942.

American naval intelligence
has learned

that the Tokyo express
is steaming again.

This time, a force of heavily
escorted Japanese transports

to reinforce with fresh troops,
their starved, sick,

doomed garrison ashore
off Tassafaronga Point.

And Admiral Halsey
has ordered Task Force 67,

five cruisers, six destroyers,
to intercept and destroy.

Relatively new
to the South Pacific,

Admiral Wright,
Task Force Commander,

ignores hard information
that the Japanese carry

an engineering marvel,
the long-lance torpedo,

capable of striking with deadly
accuracy at 20,000 yards.

He has closed to well within
that range before opening fire.

Caught by surprise,
the Japanese have but one option-

a desperation, murderous shotgun
blast of long-lance torpedoes.

And within minutes,

Tassafaronga turns into
one of the worst disasters

the American navy will experience
in the course of World War II.

Front rudder aye, aye, sir.

The new course is 090.

New course 090. Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, my God, Captain.

The Pensacola, too.

Three heavy cruisers.

For one Jap destroyer.

Three magnificent ships.

Belay that change of course.

All ahead full.
Left full rudder.

All ahead full, sir.

Left full rudder on.

Left, sir?

Yes. This is total disaster.

We straddled those bastards
with our last salvo.

They're in sight. I'm closing.

Radar shows range to target
11,000 and closing.

Torpedoes! Torpedoes
on the port bow bearing 350!

Left full rudder.

Left full rudder aye, sir!

Port back full!

Aye, sir!

If we swing fast enough,
we'll comb them.

This is the Captain speaking.

Flood magazines
on number three turret

and jettison 5-inch ready ammo.

Repeat. Flood magazines
on number three turret

and jettison 5-inch ready ammo.

Acknowledge.

892

All ahead 1/3, sir.

What have we got?

Not good, Captain.

We got three propeller
shafts stopped,

communication and power failing,

oil and water flooding
the fourth and fifth decks.

We've got to hold together
till we get to Tulagi... 18 miles.

Seal off the main fuel bunkers.

Aft fire room.

Secure all fuel and steam lines.

Pump overboard
all port holder ballasts.

Sir, shaft port commander
aboard Honolulu.

Griffin, Griffin,
this is Hawkeye. Over.

Pug, is that you?

Yes, Admiral.

How you doing, fellow?

You look pretty bad from over here.

I've got one engine
and one propeller, Admiral.

We've got a chance.

Admiral Wright thinks
his group can make Tulagi.

They're still making steam.

We're effecting repairs as we go.

We'll head for Tulagi.

That's one hell of a fire there.

Yes. We're fighting it.

Do you require assistance?

No, Admiral.

Radar shows these bandits
retiring westward.

I'll sweep around Savo island
with my destroyers and engage them.

Now listen, Pug.

If you need help, holler.

I'll send you my small boys.

Aye, aye. Good hunting.

It's been one hellish night.

Yes, sir, it has.

Good luck, Pug.

Thank you, sir.

What's the list now?

18 degrees, sir.

We'd better lie to.

Lie to?
I just got her on course.

If we can keep her afloat till dawn,
we might make Tulagi.

Shoring is giving way, sir.

Then do we let her drift
filling up with seawater?

I'll take some turns
off the engines.

No matter what,
we won't hold out the sea.

Captain, the lube supply is failing.

The pumps can't overcome the list.

Maybe I will ask the Admiral
for a couple of destroyers.

I guess you should.

I'm going below and see for myself.

Ask Griffin for those destroyers.

Tell him we're afire,

dead in the water,
and down hard by the stern.

Aye, aye, sir.

Griffin, griffin,
this is Hawkeye. Over.

The destroyers
are on their way, Captain.

Very well.

Prepare to abandon ship.

But, sir -
we've done everything we can.

She's not making it.

We better get the wounded off.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now hear this.

All hands,
prepare to abandon ship.

Repeat. Prepare to abandon ship.

Captain?

Last of the logs and codes, sir.

Crew is mustered
at abandon ship stations.

Count is taken of killed,
missing, wounded.

Roster is complete.

As complete as it can be, sir.

Okay, Jim. Abandon ship.

Aye, aye, sir.

Abandon ship.

Abandon ship.

Pass the word forward.

Abandon ship.

After you, sir.

No. Oh, I'm not going down with her.

Couldn't do much for the war
under 400 fathoms.

I rounded up volunteers.

If we can keep her afloat till dawn,
we might get a towline on her.

I'd like to volunteer.

Some pumps are still working.

If I could counter flood -

Negative, Commander Grigg.

You're needed in the boats.

Aye, aye, sir.

What was that last count?

54, Captain.

Dead or missing.

217 wounded.

We should have hauled ass
like the Honolulu.

No, sir. You couldn't have done
anything else.

You couldn't let the bastards
get off scott-free.

On your way, Jim.

I'll miss Thenora-maru, sir.

Jim.

Here. You take the battle flag.

Fly it on your next command.

Aye, aye, sir.

Go ahead.

Over the side with you.

Those destroyers have started
fishing our men out.

Yeah.

[Explosion]

Chief, she could capsize any minute.

I'm afraid you're right.

Let's abandon ship.

Aye, aye, sir.

Abandon ship.

Let's go!

Abandon ship.

Move it.

Abandon ship.

Captain.

Get moving, chief.

You heard the boss man.

Let's go! Over the side!

Keep it moving.

Steady! Next one.

All right. Cast off.

Aye, aye, sir. Cast off.

Captain.

Captain, she looks like
she's starting to go.

Johnson, flag to.