World on Fire (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

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.

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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.

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.

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I'm here to see
Dr. Voller.

Do you have
an appointment?

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

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Hmm?

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Aber...

Klaus, kommst du mit?

Here.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

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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.

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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?

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.

Amen.

Attention!

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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.

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Konrad.

Konrad!

♪ 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. ♪

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.
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.

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Tomasz...

Tomasz...

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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!

Come on!

Fraulein, hello.

There.

Take cover!

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.