"[doorbell chimes]" "Hi, Rho." "Pug." "Oh, Pug." "I'm sorry." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "I didn't mean to cry." "Really." "I'm just so happy to see you." "it's all right. it's all right." "Oh, damn!" "Oh, damn. I meant to carry this off with a smile and a martini and... though a martini's a scrumptious idea, isn't it?" "it's a fine idea, Rho." "Come on." "Well, now, let's have a look at you." "Madeline's coming home for Christmas, you know, and, well, not having a maid, I got the tree early and trimmed it myself." "Well, say something, Pug." "These Captain's inspections are giving me the whim-whams." "What do you think of the old hulk, huh?" "You look absolutely marvelous." "Oh." "Oh, I knew you would say that." "Oh, and look at you." "Oh, so smart." "Oh, a few new gray hairs you old thing... but very attractive." "Ooh, that feels good." "How about that drink now?" "I could use one." "I better call Digger first, find out why I'm on class one priority." "Digger will only tell you to call the White House." "White House?" "Oh, Lord." "Lucy Brown will have my head." "She swore me to secrecy." "I just assumed you knew." "Assumed that I knew what?" "Exactly what did she tell you and when?" "Oh, dear." "Well... it seems the White House ordered Bupers to get you back P.D.Q." "Now, this was sometime in November, before... well, before you lost the North Hampton." "That's all I know." "That's all Digger knows." "Pug, can't it wait?" "You go make the drinks, honey." "Just don't let on that Lucy told me." "She will roast me over a slow fire." "[playing swing version of winter wonderland]" "Martinis." "So what did Digger say?" "I'm supposed to meet the President at noon tomorrow." "The President?" "Oh, Pug." "I must say, you don't look very happy about it." "The last time I visited the White House, it damned near wrecked my career." "in Pearl, I was summoned by Admiral Spruance." "He's now Nimitz' Chief of Staff." "I expected hell for losing my ship." "I figured my career was finished." "Never." "Evidently, they thought I did something right in that battle." "Spruance wants me for his Operations Officer." "Nimitz put in the request." "Oh, Pug." "What is it, Rho?" "I'm very happy for you, Pug." "it's just that I was hoping... maybe you would get to be the President's Naval Aide." "Well, that was Lucy Brown's guess." "Then, at least we'd get to see something of each other a while." "Yes, that would be nice." "it sure would." "it's good." "Do you want to talk about the North Hampton, Pug?" "We got torpedoed, and we sank." "Poor Alistair Tudsbury." "I was flattened when I read about it." "Yes." "That was a shock." "Damn pity, but at least old Talky died with his boots on." "I wonder what Pamela will do now." "I saw them when they passed through Hollywood." "I got your letter." "She told me she actually wrote some of his speeches." "She was ghosting quite a bit toward the end." "Now... how about that dinner?" "Yes, the dinner." "I think that's enough wine, dear." "Negative." "This is my homecoming." "I'm celebrating." "Now, where was I?" "You were telling me about new Caledonia, where you took the North Hampton after Midway." "Oh, right." "Yeah." "A madhouse." "All those fussy French Colonialists overrun by American war-making." "Halsey's running the whole damn South Pacific campaign from Noumea." "He has a few navy nurses some French girls, and they're surrounded 4-deep by Colonels and Captains." "A Lieutenant hasn't got a look-in." "Warren didn't like that." "We're sitting in the bar of this musty French hotel, and Warren leans in with that grin, and says," "''Dad, what these girls are forgetting, when the uniform come off, the more stripes, the less action.''" "Only Warren, huh, Rho?" "I'm afraid you're not making much sense, dear." "What?" "You just said you and Warren were together, and he cracked a joke." "I guess I could do with some coffee." "I don't think coffee will help much, dear." "No?" "That is discouraging." "Oh!" "Sweetie pie, I love you to little pieces, but I just don't think you could make it." "One good night's sleep and the tiger will be back on the prowl." "it's good to have you back." "Sorry about this." "Shh." "Well, I guess he's forgiven me..." "But he hasn't even begun to forget." "The question is... is it salvageable?" "I think it is." "All in all, it wasn't such a bad first day." "Pug, it's been a while." "Have a seat." "The Great White Father will call us." "Leahy and Hopkins are with him." "Did Bupers notify you that Admiral Nimitz wants me as Deputy Chief of Staff?" "Well, uh... yes, yes, they did." "The President knows, too?" "My advice to you is to go in there and simply listen when summoned." "[telephone rings]" "Okay." "Thank you." "We're on." "Mr. President, Captain Victor Henry." "Well, Pug, old boy." "Mr. President." "So the Japs made you swim for it, did they?" "I'm afraid so, sir." "My favorite exercise, you know - swimming." "Good for my health, but I like to pick my time and place." "You remember Harry." "Pug." "And you know our head of Joint Chiefs Admiral Leahy." "Yes, sir." "I regret the loss of that grand ship and all those brave men." "The North Hampton gave a fine account of herself." "I'm glad you got away safe." "Thank you, sir." "Tell me something, Henry." "Exactly what happened out there off of Tassafaronga?" "I've been reviewing the records." "We found ourselves in torpedo water, sir, after opening fire at 12,000 yards." "We had intelligence, Mr. President, that the Japs were building a remarkably long-legged torpedo." "Tasssafaronga confirmed it." "Noticed you mentioned those torpedoes in the conference report of the battle, and suggested commencing firing at longer range." "Yes, sir." "it's too bad someone didn't listen, Bill." "Why do you suppose that was?" "We're looking into it, Mr. President." "Care to comment on that, Henry?" "No, sir." "Well, I said, Mr. President, it's being looked into." "Well, thanks for your time, Chief." "I'll send you a written summary of next week's agenda this afternoon." "Thank you, Henry." "Yes, sir." "Sit down, Pug." "When I got word from Sec-Nav about your boy Warren, I felt terrible." "is Rhoda bearing up?" "Yes, sir, she is." "That was a remarkable victory at Midway, and it was all due to brave youngsters like Warren." "They saved our situation in the Pacific." "We ran into a shortage of landing craft for North Africa." "There was talk of a crash program to turn them out." "Your name came up." "One forceful man riding herd on that problem for the navy is what I need." "However, quite by coincidence, something else has come along." "You remember old Bill Standley?" "I've made him my Ambassador to Moscow." "Yes, sir. I heard that." "He's been singing your praises ever since you went there with him last year on that Harriman Mission." "He wants you back in Russia, asked for you as a special military aide." "Do you have a preference?" "Mr. President, this goes to my head a bit - being offered such a choice, and by you." "That's most of what I do, old fellow." "I sit here, a traffic cop, directing the right men to the right jobs." "Well, you've got to take 10 days leave first in any case." "Show Rhoda a good time." "That's an order." "Then call Russ Carton." "We'll put you to work." "Yes, sir." "I'll do that." "By the way, how is your submariner?" "Doing very well, sir." "And his wife - that Jewish girl who was having difficulties in Italy?" "She's - she's all right, sir." "Thank you." "This Jewish situation is simply awful." "I'm at my wits end about it." "The only answer is to smash Nazi Germany and give the Germans a beating they'll remember for generations." "We're trying." "So long, Pug." "Thank you, sir." "Pug." "[knock on door]" "Hello, Foxy." "Slote, you made it." "Good to see you." "Where did you shoot that thing" " Siberia?" "Just about." "Well, here it is." "Good." "Now, you take a look at this." "What is this?" "You're just in time." "''Joint United Nations Statement on German atrocities against Jews.''" "Foxy, what is this?" "A keg of dynamite, that's what it is." "A hell of a breakthrough." "Official." "Approved." "Ready to go for simultaneous release in Moscow, London, and Washington, maybe as soon as tomorrow." "When Tuttle cabled us about the stuff you were bringing, it gave us leverage." "Who made these cuts?" "They castrate the thing." "That's a very strong document." "Don't give me that!" "If we don't say our government believes that the Germans are committing genocide against the Jews." "If we don't talk about the whole sale extermination of women and children, who cares?" "Then it's just about Jews - far-off, bearded Kikes!" "Les, that's an overwrought emotional reaction." "Now, you're tired " "Damn right, I'm tired!" "I have just come 5,000 miles with these documents." "Now I want to know who made these cuts." "They came from the second floor." "Here." "Breckinridge Long." "The President's dear old friend." "Oh, yeah." "As a matter of fact, he's champing at the bit to see you." "Why?" "Ask him." "You have an appointment with him in 10 minutes." "Well, Leslie Slote." "We should have met a long time ago." "Tell me... how's your father?" "My father?" "He's fine. I wasn't aware you were acquainted." "Well, I haven't seen him since our days at Princeton, but he and I used to just about run the Ivy Club." "Tennis...sailing... getting in trouble with girls." "Now, how did Timmy Slote's boy ever happen to go to a tin-pot school like Yale?" "Why didn't your father put his foot down about Princeton?" "Please." "Thank you, sir." "Well, despite that handicap... you've made an admirable Foreign Affairs Officer." "Oh..." "I know your record." "Thank you." "The fact of the matter is, that's why I wanted to see you." "I need help..." "a special kind of help." "You do?" "indeed, yes." "Uh...somebody in the division of European Affairs should be disposing of Jewish matters and not passing them on to me." "I think Timmy Slote's boy is the man for the job." "Your reputation - being a sympathizer with the Jews - is a wonderful asset." "Sir..." "Breck." "Breck." "I don't want to be placed in such a position unless I can do something to help the people who come to me." "Of course." "That's what I'd want you to do." "But the existing regulations make that almost impossible." "How?" "Come on, tell me." "The visa requirements, for example." "How, in the name of God, are German Jews supposed to get a good conduct certification from local police?" "They're Gestapo." "Leslie, these are standard rules devised to keep out criminals, illegal fugitives, and other riff-raff." "Nobody has a God-given right to enter the United States." "it's agreed." "Agreed." "But there are ways around all that... if we look for them." "Yes." "Yes." "You're probably right." "I'm not pigheaded... and..." "I'm not an Anti-Semite..." "Despite all the smears in the press." "Hopefully, our joint statement will go some distance to silence that kind of thing." "Have you had a chance to look at it?" "Uh...well... as a matter of fact, I have, and..." "Breck, if I may speak candidly?" "Oh, please." "Please." "I'm terribly concerned about the deletions in that statement." "Oh, as am I, Leslie." "As am I, but... try to understand." "I am not entirely my own man here." "You see, uh..." "Antony Eden drew up that plan." "And... between the Russians and the British, we've been going round and round." "That we could get anything through at all... it's a miracle." "Yes." "Yes." "I'm sure it was." "Leslie... I truly believe we must help the unfortunate Jewish race in their time of agony, whenever, wherever we can." "Within the law." "I need your help." "Will you help me?" "I'll try, sir." "I'll try." "[Music - "As Time Goes By"]" "Well, bless me." "There's Colonel Peters." "Do you know him?" "He's a fine man." "I met him at church." "Where on Earth did he find that chorus girl?" "What do you say, shall we join them?" "Suits me." "Oh, I don't know." "Can I trust you at the same table with that blond floozy?" "Come on." "Mrs. Henry, nice seeing you again." "Colonel Peters." "My husband, Captain Henry, Colonel Peters." "Captain." "Susan Wiley, Captain and Mrs. Henry." "Pleasure meeting you." "General, how are you?" "[Music" " Chattanooga Choo-Choo"]" "Captain, tell me." "How do you think the war is going?" "Where?" "All over." "How does the Navy see it?" "That depends on where you sit." "Then from where you're sitting." "I see plenty of hell behind us and plenty ahead." "Concur." "That's a better year-end summary then I've read in any newspaper." "it's almost midnight, ladies and gentlemen." "Allow me, Mrs. Henry." "Oh, Pug." "Happy New Year, Rhoda." "Happy New Year." "All right, everybody, it's almost time." "Why don't we all count together?" "And 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." "Happy New Year!" "[Music "Auld Lang Syne"]" "Happy New Year, darling." "This will be a better one." "Let's hope so, Rho." "Let's hope so." "[doorbell rings]" "Hello, Leslie." "Happy New Year." "Happy New Year to you." "Well, it's been a long time." "it sure has." "Thank you." "I was very sorry to hear about the North Hampton." "Oh." "I was just checking to see how we did with our Joint United Nations statement." "Oh, about the atrocities?" "You mean you actually found it, buried on page 10 of the Washington Post." "They didn't give it much play, did they?" "Well, I shouldn't be surprised, I guess." "But still, if the three powers agree on anything and commit it to paper, you'd think it would be worth something noticed." "At least the New York Times put it on the front page." "Under the item about gas rationing of course." "Oh, by the way, have you seen this?" "No, I haven't." "it's too bad about Talky." "Yeah." "Leslie!" "Oh, how good to see you." "Pleasure to see you." "This is our daughter Madeline." "Madeline, Leslie Slote, a very good friend of Byron's and Natalie's." "Pleasure to meet you." "I heard a great deal about you." "Thank you for inviting me." "A bachelor can always use a home-cooked meal." "Oh, don't be silly." "Oh, Time?" "Yeah, it's about Tudsbury." "Oh, so awful." "Well, bless me." "Pamela's coming here." "And she's engaged to Lord Burne-Wilke." "Did you know that, Pug?" "No, I didn't." "She's done very well for herself." "I remember meeting her." "Lord Burne-Wilke was there, the blond dreamboat with the beautiful accent." "it was my party for the ''Bundles for Britain'' concert." "Burne-Wilke's an outstanding man." "Dad, his Lordship is unforgettable." "R.A.F blues, campaign stars, and all those ribbons." "Kind of like a stern Leslie Howard." "That's a screwy match, isn't it?" "He's your age, and she's about my age." "Oh, Madeline." "She's older than that." "is there any news of Natalie?" "Actually, there's a lot to tell." "Madeline, let's get dinner on." "We'll talk at the table." "But why Lourdes?" "Why were they interned there?" "We don't really know." "But we are sure the Vichy Government put them exactly where the Germans wanted them." "Can't the Germans take them whenever they feel like it with her uncle and the baby and ship them to some ghastly camp?" "Oh, Madeline." "No." "That is the problem, exactly." "We just have to hope it doesn't happen." "I report back to the White House in a couple days." "Can I do anything for Natalie?" "That's what I want to talk to you about." "Do you have your contact with Harry Hopkins?" "He still calls me Pug." "All right, then." "There was no point in alarming you before, but their position is extremely precarious." "We're no longer dealing with the French for this group." "The Germans have taken over the negotiations." "How come?" "They're trying to include in the swap a swarm of agents from North Africa and South America." "With the Germans involved, this enormously heightens Natalie's danger." "What can the White House do?" "Get her out of Lourdes." "How?" "Through our people in Spain." "The Spanish border isn't 40 miles away." "informal, quiet deals can be made, sometimes indirectly even with the Gestapo." "I'm not saying this will work." "I'm saying we better try it." "But how?" "I know who to talk to at state." "I know where the cable should go." "A call from Harry Hopkins will let us move." "I don't want to sound frantic, but I..." "I urge you to try this." "If this war goes on two more years, every Jew in Europe will be dead." "Natalie's no journalist." "Her documents are fraudulent." "If they break down... she's gone." "The baby, too." "This is the time to cash in whatever credit you have at the White House." "Try to get Natalie out of Lourdes." "[knock on door]" "Come in." "Captain Victor Henry." "Hello, Pug." "Thank you for seeing me, sir." "Always a pleasure." "I'll be going, Mr. Hopkins." "Have a seat." "A little historical trivia for you." "Do you realize it was in this room that Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation?" "No, sir, I didn't." "This is where he did it." "There's a real coincidence." "I've meant to get in touch with you." "You been giving any more thought to our landing craft problem?" "I've been thinking about it." "I hope you'll sign on for it." "Lick this one, and you'll be a hero, and an Admiral pretty soon." "Actually, I've made no decisions yet." "I'm really here to see you about my daughter-in- law." "So it's still a problem, I take it." "She and the baby and her uncle," "Dr. Jastrow, are with the American internees in Lourdes." "As you know, sir, they're Jews." "I was hoping something might be done to get them out ahead of the others." "Lourdes, huh?" "[telephone rings]" "Okay." "Let me take a look at that." "This is Hopkins." "Oh, hello, Mr. President." "Right away." "By the way, sir, uh..." "Pug Henry is here." "Yes, of course, sir." "The boss wants to say hi to you." "Another 30 seconds, sir." "it's been in long enough." "Well, Pug... how are you?" "Well, sir." "Did you have a nice New Year?" "Yes, Mr. President." "What were you and Harry cooking up just now?" "Where do you go next, Moscow, or Landing Craft Czar?" "Mr. President, Admiral Nimitz has requested my services as Deputy Chief of Staff for operations." "Oh, I see." "Really." "I suppose that's where you'll go then." "I certainly wouldn't blame you for that." "The Pacific is your ocean." "it's a grand assignment." "All the luck." "Oh, Art!" "Yes, Mr. President." "Bring that report." "I want to go over it with you." "Here you are, sir." "You see, up here, this and this don't jive." "it requires a bit more research." "You'll have to check on that." "They don't jive..." "Mr. President, I am always yours to command." "Well, Pug... it's just that Admiral Standley feels sure he could use you in Moscow." "I had another cable about you from him only yesterday." "We're fighting a very big war." "There's never been anything like it." "The Russians are very difficult allies, heaven knows, perfectly impossible to deal with sometimes." "But they're tying down 3.5 million, German soldiers." "We can't afford to have Stalin thinking of negotiating a separate peace with Hitler." "So, if you can help out in Russia - and my man on the spot seems to think so - why, maybe that's where you should be." "Aye aye, sir." "in that case, I'll go to Bureau of Personnel and request those orders." "Good luck, Pug." "Thank you, Mr. President." "So long, Pug." "it will mean at least a year." "it will be a long time." "I was so hoping for Washington." "it's what the President wants, Rho." "Mmm." "The President." "We certainly have come a long way." "Do you remember the night you proposed?" "That was too long ago." "Don't give me that!" "Honestly, Pug, you went on and on about how awful it was to be a Navy wife." "And you know something?" "You were absolutely right." "Just wanted to let you know what you were getting yourself into." "I thought you were trying to talk me out of it." "I said, ''fat chance, Mister." "You're hooked." "This is your idea.''" "Oh... we've had a lovely couple of weeks." "Yes, we have." "Too bad you have to leave tomorrow." "Byron will be here in a couple of days." "I don't like that part." "You'll miss Pamela Tudsbury, too." "Yes, I'll miss Pamela Tudsbury, too." "Well, if you can stand it, I've made an apple pie." "Ooh, I won't get that in Moscow." "I'll go get it." "it's 3:00 in the morning we've danced the whole night through and daylight soon will be dawning just one more dance with you that melody so entrancing seems to be made for us two I could just keep right on dancing forever, dear, with you." "That melody so entrancing seems to be made for us two I could just keep right on dancing forever, dear, with you." "May I take your breakfast order?" "I'd like ham and eggs and pancakes." "Dear Pug, you pleased the boss greatly the other morning." "He knows what the Nimitz Post meant to you." "About that request for your daughter-in-law," "I'm afraid the Germans queered the effort." "Seems they're in the process of moving the internees to another location." "Exactly where, we don't know." "But don't worry, Pug." "Sumner Welles says he truly believes they're in no hazard, and that negotiations for exchanging the crowd are well along." "Good luck in Moscow." "Harry." "[train whistle blows]" "All's well." "Don't worry." "[band music]" "They say these Baden-Baden waters work wonders." "We'll be quartered at the Brenner's Park until the exchange takes place, for which negotiations are still in progress." "I'd like to present our Swiss Liaison Officer," "Mr. Henri Bulle." "Good afternoon." "intense diplomatic efforts are indeed proceeding to speed the exchange." "Meantime, your welfare is now the responsibility of the German government." "My government, by agreement of all parties, is directly interested." "My instructions are to make sure you are well and comfortable at all times and receive every courtesy and good treatment possible in wartime." "And now, Dr. Kurt Friedrich of the German Foreign Ministry." "Welcome to Germany." "You are asked to place your baggage on the tables provided for inspection." "All short wave radios will be confiscated." "You will be allowed to listen to German radio, and you will have German newspapers and magazines." "After baggage inspection and you have been shown your rooms, lunch will be served in the main dining room." "I wish you a pleasant stay in beautiful Baden-Baden." "This hotel once had a reputation for its cookery." "Professor Aaron Jastrow?" "Author of a Jew's Jesus, I believe." "Yes, indeed, Dr. Friedrich." "Professor, may I say, I am a long-time admirer of yours." "Your book should be required reading for all aspiring theologians." "Jesus the man walks in the pages." "I am honored to serve as your host." "I've not been translated into German." "I thought I'd be unknown here." "Your name on the roster might as well have been in electric lights." "Oh, I see." "The top floor suite you and your niece have been assigned, with the fine river view." "is it adequate?" "Oh, perfectly." "indeed, quite luxurious." "And you and your baby, Mrs. Henry, you're comfortable?" "Yes, thank you." "it's the hotel's best accommodation." "When you're settled in, sir, perhaps you and I can chat and discuss your work and literature in general." "I'm a lover of serious history." "I shall be at your disposal." "They know who we are." "That will be 80 cents." "Thanks a lot." "You're welcome." "Byron." "Janice." "How have you been?" "I'm okay." "Let me look at you." "You're becoming more like Warren." "I'll never be like Warren." "Come on." "This is a nice place." "it's all Vic and I really need." "The spare bedroom is yours while you're here and whenever you're in Port." "That will be great." "Dad said in his last letter you found Natalie." "is there any news?" "Yeah, I talked to Slote when I was in Washington." "She's in Germany." "Germany?" "I'll tell you later." "Where's Vic?" "in the kitchen." "Come on." "Vic!" "Hey, Skipper." "Yeah." "Byron!" "it's great to see you." "it's about time." "Welcome back." "Thanks." "Where did the sign come from?" "Halsey's got it hanging over his H.Q." "So, how do you like the Moray so far?" "Makes the Devilfish look like a sardine can." "First patrol's in two weeks." "Great." "Let me show you around." "Magnificent, isn't she?" "These fleet submarines are a new breed." "Range, speed, maneuverability, everything." "And maybe 40º% of her effectiveness wasted on lousy torpedoes." "They haven't replaced the mark 14s?" "Nope." "And the damn magnetic exploders are still failing." "So I'm just going to have to jam her in close and shoot for contact." "Makes life interesting for all hands." "Yeah, I guess so." "I've got a great idea." "I'm staying with Janice." "Why don't you come to dinner tonight?" "Maybe some other time, all right?" "Let me show you the forward torpedo room." "[telephone rings]" "Hello." "Jan, it's Byron." "Byron." "I'll miss dinner tonight." "I've got the watch." "Oh, that's too bad." "Everything okay?" "Everything's fine." "Good." "I'll see you in the morning." "We'll be looking for you." "Especially Vic." "After one day he's already asking for his Uncle Briny." "That's great." "Give him a hug for me." "Will do." "Bye." "Honey?" "I hate to say this, but the hanky panky will have to stop for a while." "What are you talking about?" "I can't take a chance on Byron finding out about us." "Janice, you're a grown woman." "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing here." "I know that." "But you know Byron, and I don't want him to get all upset and disapproving." "Am I understanding you?" "Are you calling it off?" "Oh?" "Would you mind all that much?" "Hell, yes, I would." "Well, don't look so tragic." "Smile." "Byron doesn't have to know." "He'll have the duty every... every other night." "I suppose he will, as long as you have anything to say about it." "We'll see." "Byron must never, ever find out about us." "Janice, it's none of his business." "Casablanca, January 24, 1943." "Franklin D. Roosevelt and Winston Churchill meet secretly to map the allied war strategy for the coming year." "Mr. Prime Minister, would you say that in view of Stalingrad," "El Alamein, and Guadalcanal, and our landings in North Africa, that we have turned the corner in this war?" "I have never promised anything but blood, toil, tears, and sweat." "Now, however, we have a new experience." "A bright gleam has caught the helmets of our soldiers and warmed and cheered all our hearts." "This is not the end." "it is not even the beginning of the end." "But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning." "Mr. President, what can you tell us of the decisions made?" "Precious little." "But let me say this." "Some of you Britishers know that we had a General named U.S. Grant." "He was called ''Unconditional Surrender'' Grant." "Well, the elimination of German, Italian, and Japanese war power means the unconditional surrender of Germany, Italy, and Japan." "I associate myself with that completely." "Mr. President, doesn't this unconditional surrender give the dictators a propaganda tool to prolong the war?" "I will answer that." "Negotiations with Hitler are impossible." "He is a maniac, with power to play his hand to the end, which he will." "Therefore, so will we." "Unconditional surrender, gentlemen." "Nothing less." "Unconditional surrender." "What pompous rubbish." "it is the biggest mistake Roosevelt has ever made." "Dr. Goebbels will certainly have a field day with that one." "in my opinion, there is only one propagandist in the world who is shrewder than Dr. Goebbels." "Who is that?" "Franklin Roosevelt." "Do not you gentlemen realize what a master stroke this is?" "With just two words, two sledgehammer words which are even now ringing around the world, he has announced that we are losing the war." "And to forestall any possibility of a separate peace in the east, he has publicly assured Stalin... that the allies are in it to the end." "Field Marshal Von Manstein's Operation Winter Storm, the relief of Fortress Stalingrad, has failed." "But Hitler stubbornly clings to his stand or die policy." "Paulus to Fuhrer." "Troops without ammunition or food." "18,000 wounded." "No dressings or medicine." "Further defense senseless." "Collapse inevitable." "Request immediate permission to surrender to save lives." "Surrender forbidden." "Sixth army's heroic endurance to the last man will be the salvation of the Western world." "Paulus to Fuhrer." "Fortress can be held only a few days longer." "I shall order breakouts in organized groups to the Southwest." "[Hitler's voice] Breakouts forbidden." "You will hold your positions for the last man and the last round." "Send this." "Paulus to Fuhrer." "Final collapse a matter of hours." "Send this to General Paulus." "Fuhrer to Paulus." "You are promoted to Field Marshal." "My congratulations." "List of 117 of your officers also promoted one grade is as follows." "''Chief of Staff, Major General Schmidt.''" "Good news, Schmidt." "Congratulations, General Leutnant." "And may I be the first to congratulate you," "Field Marshal." "He didn't commit suicide?" "He didn't have the decency?" "He surrendered?" "Most surprising." "No sense of honor, Mein Fuhrer." "They've got a German Field Marshal!" "No other Field Marshal has ever been captured alive!" "What treachery!" "What disgraceful behavior!" "Aah!" "The dirty, cowardly swine!" "How did he not have the decency to kill himself?" "Do you know what hurts the most?" "That I promoted him to Field Marshal." "Why does he think I did that?" "200,000 soldiers died for him." "100,000 became prisoners of the Bolsheviks." "That doesn't upset him." "Paulus didn't shoot himself." "That upsets him." "Somebody always has to be wrong." "But he never is." "You predicted it, Halder." "That was why he fired you." "There is only one way to save Germany now." "Kill him." "Agreed." "But...how?" "And who will do it?" "I will." "Count Claus Schenk Von Stauffenberg" "Scion of ancient German Catholic nobility, career Army Officer." "it is he who will take upon himself the task of assassinating Adolf Hitler." "Seven days later, on the other side of the world," "Hitler's axis sustains another staggering blow - the Battle of Guadalcanal comes to an end." "Six months and two days after the bloody battle began," "Major General Alexander Patch," "Commander, Ground Forces, Guadalcanal, sends a final communiqué to his superiors." "Message for Admiral Halsey." "Thank you." "Gentlemen, from General Patch, good news." "Total and complete defeat of Japanese forces effective at 1625 today." "Am happy to report Tokyo express no longer has terminus Guadalcanal." "Congratulations, sir." "Job well-done, well-done." "On these two poles of war " "Stalingrad and Guadalcanal - the Second World War turns." "This is Halsey speaking." "Get me General Patch, Guadalcanal." "Both battles begin and end within days of each other." "Both are desperate head-on clashes of national wills." "Alex?" "Bill Halsey." "4-0." "4-0, Alex." "And with both outcomes and the axis defeat in North Africa, the tide of war shifts for all the world to witness, but for Adolf Hitler, it marks the end of his dream of world conquest." "After Stalingrad, he will only be fighting to save his neck." "Great news from Guadalcanal." "What's the Kremlin's reaction?" "it's hard to say." "From all we can tell, the Politburo hasn't sobered up since the Red Army kicked those Heinies out of Stalingrad." "I'm sure glad you're here, though." "Yes, sir." "I'm still not quite sure why I'm here." "The whole purpose of your presence in Moscow is to get through to your old buddy Yevlenko." "You remember Yevlenko, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, he's Mr. Big on lend-lease now." "He won't give the time of day to anybody." "That's why I'm counting on you." "I'll do my best." "What action do you want me to get out of General Yevlenko?" "Some quid pro quo, something in return for that Lend-Lease we've given them free on a silver platter." "Here." "Look at what it says on that." "Can you beat it?" "From the Fellow Workers Party of New York." "Those are Lend-Lease or Red Cross cigarettes, nothing else!" "Giving millions of them to the Red Army." "How did you get them, sir?" "Czech Diplomat gave them to me last night." "Said he got them from a Red Army officer." "Told him the fellow Communist Comrades of New York are supplying the Red Army." "I got reporters coming in here in about 10 minutes, and they're going to get an earful." "Admiral, the new Lend-Lease Act will be voted on this week." "Perhaps this isn't the time to bring this up." "it's exactly the right time." "That's what you'll tell Yevlenko." "Let those scoundrels know what ingratitude leads to when you deal with Americans." "it's low-level stuff." "I wouldn't magnify it out of proportion." "You wouldn't, huh?" "Well, stick around." "Since I've been here," "I've been waiting for the Russians to acknowledge they're getting help from us and the British." "I don't mean only Lend-Lease." "There's Red Cross and Russian Relief." "My wife works for Russian Relief, and not one whisper." "We were at the Southern front." "We see lots of Lend-Lease stuff in use." "That's not what I said." "I said some acknowledgements that the Soviets are fighting this war with our military supplies." "They don't want to admit they're getting outside help." "They want their people to believe they're fighting this war alone!" "You sure this isn't off the record, Mr. Ambassador?" "Use it." "The Soviet authorities are apparently trying to convince those at home and abroad that they're fighting this war alone with their own resources." "I see no reason why you shouldn't print my remarks if you care to." "Mr. Ambassador!" "Mr. Ambassador, please!" "Glad you came, Rhoda?" "I'm so glad you invited me." "it's been so long, I've almost forgotten how to dance." "Speaking of that, let's " "Why, Mrs. Henry." "What a pleasant surprise." "Pamela." "Why, it's been ages." "Uh, Colonel Peters," "Lord and Lady Berne-Wilke." "Not yet, I'm afraid." "Pamela's journalism still keeps her on the run." "Oh, that's too bad." "Pamela's father was Alistair Tudsbury, the BBC man." "Pamela is following in her father's footsteps." "My condolences." "Your father was a great voice for the allied effort." "Thank you." "I was flabbergasted to read about your engagement." "I didn't realize you were still in Washington." "I'll be moving on soon, probably to Moscow." "Moscow." "You'll probably see Pug then." "Very possibly." "Well, if you do, remember to remind him to watch his weight." "He absolutely balloons when he's not at sea." "I'll be sure and mention it." "Well, it's been my pleasure, but Pamela and I have to show the flag at another party this evening." "Good night." "Good night." "There's big brass for you." "Berne-Wilke was just given the China-Burma-India Theater." "You don't say." "That's a very attractive couple." "She's looking much older." "Shall we dance?" "I'd love to." "Thanks for seeing me, General." "it's good to see you again." "Not at all, Captain Henry." "I remember well our last time together." "Sit." "Ahh." "Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay." "As I understand it, your Ambassador seeks a general statement on the use of Lend-Lease materials on the battlefields." "Lend-Lease is very costly." "Our President needs popular support if it is to continue." "But haven't victories like Stalingrad gained enough public support?" "We are a grateful people, Captain Henry." "We show it by fighting." "What else would you have us do?" "Still, my Ambassador feels there's been insufficient publicity on American and Allied aid." "[whistling]" "You toured the front at a bad moment in 1941." "Well, by a pleasant coincidence, I can offer you another such trip." "I am about to leave Moscow to inspect the Lend-Lease situation in the battlefield." "I will visit active fronts." "There may be... hazards." "Do you wish to accompany me and render an eyewitness report to your President?" "That can be arranged, and perhaps we can then agree on a general statement, too." "I accept." "When do we start?" "Vodka?" "When do we make a start?" "American style." "So..." "Captain." "Vash Zdorovye." "Tomorrow." "We'll probably go to Leningrad first." "it is still under attack, but there are ways through that are not, uh, too dangerous." "Don't the Germans shell the tracks?" "Constantly, and we keep fixing them." "it is called the Corridor of Death." "But we will not be going into the city that way today." "No." "We are traveling over the ice in one of the truck convoys." "[speaking Russian]" "They smell us, but they can't really see us." "it's too far away." "[shell explodes]" "Their sense of smell is not too bad." "I hope these trucks float." "Lend-Lease." "Yeah." "Powdered eggs." "I recognize the stuff." "I've eaten enough of it at sea." "Also, the boots and the uniforms of this Battalion." "Do they know what they're wearing?" "Maurice..." "Also..." "Russian body." "I don't see any destruction." "No." "Not here." "it's a beautiful city." "it was." "Now I will show you what the Germans have done to the rest of our city." "Before siege," "Leningrad was city of three million people." "Now, 600,000." "[speaking Russian]" "Vera," "Captain Victor Henry - [speaking Russian]" "My daughter-in-law Vera invites us to her apartment." "Big blunders were made." "Crude, stupid, unforgivable blunders!" "By whom?" "A million old people, children, and - and others who were not able-bodied should have been evacuated." "With the Germans 150 kilometers away and bombers coming around the clock, food should not have been stored in old warehouses!" "Six months' rations for the whole city burned up in one night." "Burned up!" "But the Germans did not take Leningrad, and they will not!" "Moscow gave the orders, but Leningrad saved itself, despite the orders." "That is my son." "Fine-looking young man." "I believe you told me... you have an Aviator son." "I did." "He was killed in the Battle of Midway." "His name?" "Warren." "Varren Viktorovich Henry." "So, Mr. Hopkins, regarding the question of a separate peace on which you have asked for my judgment, today such a peace would be a betrayal." "When I'm among Russians, I don't sense or fear that kind of treachery." "Lend-Lease is an inspired and historic policy, but blood shed on the battlefield remains the decisive thing in wars." "People can stand only so much of it without hope of relief." "My crystal ball, therefore, says something very obvious - lf we can convince the Russians that we're serious about a second front in Europe soon, we can forget about a separate peace." "Otherwise, it's a risk." "Sincerely, Victor Henry." "Stalingrad, Leningrad, all those Russkie cities you've seen." "You've covered some ground." "I'll bet those boys in the Foreign Office have their noses out of joint." "Outstanding, Pug." "I'm the beneficiary of a delusion that around here, I'm somebody." "You are somebody." "Give me that report the soonest." "You know, Pug, my head may still roll for that press conference I gave, but by God, it worked." "Pardon me?" "Haven't you heard?" "Lend-Lease stories have flooded the Soviet Press." "That, and Yevlenko's finally come around with those statements I wanted." "They'll think twice before kicking us around anymore." "Admiral, they're putting up a magnificent fight along a 1,000-mile front." "They're breaking Nazi Germany's back, and they're suffering horribly." "There's your quid pro quo." "Yeah, yeah." "How about the Germans retaking Kharkov?" "That confounded maniac Hitler's got nine lives." "You ought to have seen the down-in-the-mouth Russkies at the Swedish Embassy last night." "See you later, Pug." "Dear Captain Henry," "The Washington-Moscow Pouch is a handy thing." "I have some news for you, but first, a request- Pam Tudsbury is here, as you know, working for the London Observer." "She wants to go to Moscow, where all the major war stories are found these days." "She applied for a Visa, but no soap." "Quite simply, can you do something about this?" "When I suggested to Pam that she write you, she turned colors and said, 'no chance." "Wouldn't dream of pestering you.' l told Pamela I would write you about her." "She turned more flamboyant colors and said," "'Leslie, I won't hear of it!" "' l took that as British female double-talk for 'oh, please, please do.'" "Now I come to the news." "The attempt to get Natalie and her uncle out of Lourdes fell through." "The 40 Aircraft are discussed on pages 17-18." "And here is my Lend-Lease summary." "Thank you." "I cannot read this now." "I'm off to the Southern front." "I will read it on the plane." "General, I've also written a personal letter to Harry Hopkins." "I don't want to leave a copy with you, but if you care to read it, I will wait." "That is the kind of cautious secrecy we Russians are often accused of." "Possibly, it's infectious." "As I told you, Captain Henry, unfortunately, I have very little time now." "in that case, when you return, I'll be at your service." "[telephone rings] [speaking Russian]" "If you have any comments," "I'll transmit them to Mr. Hopkins." "He may not like what I have to say." "That doesn't matter." "Your talk of a separate peace is provocative and naive." "Now I must go." "You asked about my son on the Kharkov front." "We have heard from him." "He is all right." "I'm absolutely delighted to hear that." "As for Miss Pamela Tudsbury, her Visa... has been issued." "Your driver will return you to your flat." "Goodbye." "A Jew's Journey, February 20, 1943." "it's been some time since I've felt well enough to make a journal entry." "Shortly after our arrival in Baden-Baden almost two months ago, I began to suffer from severe gastric problems." "Just last week, I became so ill that our American doctor, a Red Cross man, requested my hospitalization." "After every conceivable gastro-intestinal examination, the diagnosis is an aliment known as diverticulitis, and the treatment - a special diet, bed rest, and continuous medication." "This morning, for the first time since I left the hospital, I am at last feeling a little better." "it's good to see you working again." "I hope you're not overdoing it." "Aren't you chilly?" "No." "I'm fine, my dear." "As fit as a boy." "All those hospital custards did me good." "Have you heard the latest rumors about our exchange?" "Now it's supposed to take place at Easter." "Yes." "The Germans showing their civilized respect for religion, I suppose." "Well, we shall see." "Ohh!" "Aaron?" "Aaron, what is it?" "Oh, my God!" "Look here." "You can see the developing lesions in the intestinal wall." "I'm afraid it will require surgery, but... unfortunately, we don't have the facilities here." "Then what do we do?" "Paris, Mrs. Henry." "The best man for such surgery is in the American hospital there." "Mrs. Byron Henry?" "Yes." "Wald Liestal, Swiss Mission." "Henry Bulle in Baden-Baden sent me your files." "I'll be your Swiss contact in Paris." "Are we safe here, Mr. Liestal?" "Oh, yes." "Try not to worry." "There are several special-case Americans like yourself in Paris awaiting the exchange." "We'll get your papers today." "Thank you." "Comte de Chambrun." "Monsieur Liestal." "May I present Mrs. Byron Henry, Professor Jastrow's niece." "Mrs. Henry, Comte Aldebert de Chambrun, hospital Director." "I'm honored." "Enchante." "Merci, comte." "They're taking you to your room now." "I'll see you later." "Madame, can I relieve you of any burdens?" "Thank you, but I'm only concerned for my uncle." "When is his surgery scheduled?" "it is scheduled for 8:00 tomorrow morning." "There were complications, Madame Henry." "He'll have some bad days, yes, but he should do fine." "He will take time to recuperate." "But when we can move him, he will have a splendid, sunny room with a terrace for his recovery, as well as 'round-the-clock nursing." "Of course." "I am taking a personal interest in your uncle, and I'll keep you informed." "I don't know how to thank you." "You must be Natalie, the niece." "[speaking French]" "You're as lovely as my husband said." "Your husband?" "Ah, I'm the Comtess de Chambrun." "My, we're a long way from home, aren't we, little britches?" "You're American?" "I was." "Your uncle, the author, I take it?" "I'm a Longworth, related to the Roosevelts by marriage." "We can't count that man in the White House." "He's just a throwback." "One can't choose one's relatives, can one?" "Except by marriage." "That's my connection to Pierre Laval." "Our son married his daughter, a lovely, frail little thing." "Did I mention that?" "No, you didn't." "He'll be the Savior of France." "That the allies flock to De Gaulle amazes me." "Nothing but a posturing Charlatan, with that horrendous nose." "[cough]" "The statement that France lost a battle and not the war, is rubbish!" "Won't you join me in my husband's office for some tea?" "We have something to discuss." "I know, it tastes like boiled grass." "it's verbena tea." "Miraculous for digestion." "Anyway, there's no other kind available." "Your uncle seems very ill, indeed." "He almost died of internal hemorrhaging." "Oh, dear." "My husband says he can't return to Baden-Baden for some time." "Now then." "I understand you're Radcliffe, with a Sorbonne Graduate degree." "Yes. in another lifetime." "Don't be soppy." "As it happens, I manage the American Library." "My help went home when the Bosch marched." "How would you like to do something useful?" "I'd love it." "What about my son?" "I'll arrange for someone to look after him." "Well, then. it's all settled." "You'll work for me." "By the way, where are you staying?" "I found a boarding house." "A boarding house?" "Absolutely unacceptable." "The hospital provides perfectly adequate lodging for its staff close by." "There will be plenty of room." "We'll arrange that right now." "And you'll come to work for me at the library." "You're terribly kind." "Nonsense!" "I want to resume writing my book on Hamlet and Macbeth." "I'm a Shakespeare Scholar... of sorts." "April in Paris." "I had my first love in Paris." "in April." "A long time ago." "The only time and place." "All these German uniforms ruin everything." "One soon stops noticing them." "One soon doesn't notice those yellow stars, either." "Never." "Not me." "If the British hadn't left us in the lurch at Dunkirk, you wouldn't see that in Paris." "Unfortunately, that Churchill is nothing more than a drunken loudmouth." "Come let's have lunch." "[marching band music]" "Another sight I'll never get used to - the Champs-Elysees." "Believe me, the Bosch are a lot better than the Bolsheviks." "If Hitler had the sense not to invade France and finish Russia instead, he would have been a world hero today." "Now, we have to wait for the Americans to rescue us." "So, Natalie, is your uncle pleased with his suite in our convalescent home?" "He's a bit dazed by the luxury and treatment, as am I." "Why is that?" "The occupiers requested it." "I wake up nights worrying about that." "Child, what nonsense." "There's nothing strange about it." "After the exchange, your uncle will no doubt be talking to newspapers and magazines about his treatment at German hands." "This is a chance for them to counter the unfavorable opinion on their Jewish policy." "You think it's a propaganda ploy?" "My dear, the Germans are a coarse and thick-headed lot." "But they display a brutish cunning when it comes to propaganda." "Dr. Goebbels is quite clever in his heavy-handed way." "in any event, what other explanation can there be?" "Natalie... we have a visitor." "An old friend of yours." "Mrs. Henry." "I am so pleased to see you again."