You're gonna call Italy. You always call Italy first.
- That's because you're slow. - Faster than you.
Say Italy and we all win.
I declare war on...
England!
Freeze!
Philip! Move, you're in the way!
Philip.
Good as gold.
Good afternoon, Selma. How's your husband today?
As well as can be expected.
You know, if there's anything I can do.
Thank you, Bess. And thank you for asking your husband
to drive us to the doctor last week.
A bus would have been too much for Martin.
Seldon. It's time to come in.
Bye, Selma.
While I'm in the basement with the laundry,
I can hear Mr. Wishnow coughing.
Poor man.
- Car! - Car!
Get out of the street.
Car, C-A-R, stick your head in a jelly jar!
Sandy, Philip. Your father is home.
Can I do it again?
Sandy!
- Sandy, draw me next. - No, me.
Unfortunately, ladies, the artist in residence
has to come inside for dinner.
What do you think, Aunt Evelyn?
Ah, remarkable.
I look like Rocky from Angels with Dirty Faces.
- What? - The one Jimmy Cagney played.
He goes to the electric chair and only pretends to cry
because the priest asks him to.
You look more like Leo Gorcey. Come on.
Shelly, Jackie!
- Where are ya? Come home! - This. Huh?
Where are ya? Come home!
You've been listening to the Artie Shaw Orchestra...
Boys, dinner.
I told your mother I'd wait,
but she didn't want to be a burden.
Sandy, Philip.
Doesn't matter to me if she rode over here in a house coat.
I told her as much. I could run over there and get her right now.
It's not a big deal.
Sandy, help with the farshpayz. The chicken's overcooked.
- Looks fine to me. - Wanna get the door?
Anyway, that's what gravy's for.
Bet you can taste freedom already.
A couple more days, boychik.
Gut Shabbos.
- Can I speak with the papa? - Dad.
Gut Shabbos. Still time until sundown,
I've come for the Jewish homeland in Palestine, please.
Of course. Sure.
Wash your hands. Sandy!
I washed them upstairs.
Good Shabbos.
And, uh... thank you for your effort.
Most generous. Thank you.
Alvin, can you scoot over? You're too close.
Aw-main.
Philip, the motzi.
Anyone listen to the Yankee game?
- Ruffing won again. - Did he?
Aw-mein.
I mean, Ruffing is pitching better,
but it'll be hard for him to win 20 again.
He still could.
Well, he's off last year's pace.
Napkin in your lap, please.
Boys, you went into New York, you went to Katz's,
you know how much you'd pay for soup this good?
A dollar a spoonful.
Every Friday, the same line.
Every Friday, the same soup.
Dad.
- Isn't this your homeland? - Huh?
- Man asking for money. - No, it's for Palestine.
It's to settle Jews in Europe who are running from Hitler.
Well, we don't need another homeland, right?
No.
Who did the damage? DiMaggio?
Dickey. Three-run homer.
How much do you want for this?
- Really? You can have it. - No, I w-- I wanna buy it.
You're my cousin. I'm not gonna sell you something I made.
When you become a famous artist, I wanna be able to say
I was the first person who bought your work.
So, uh... two dollars sound right?
You sure?
Let me see what you bought.
Oh boy, he caught you.
- A real gangster. - I was posing.
Is that what you call it?
You never let nothing go, do you?
What'd I say?
This might give you an idea for your Arbor Day poster.
The red one at the bottom.
This is good.
Thanks.
Boys, it's close to your bedtime.
You know, Philip,
it'd be nice if you played with Seldon once in a while.
Nobody wants to play with him.
And all he wants to do is play chess.
I think you should extend yourself.
His father's very sick.
Sandy.
Lights out.
What is it?
Ford Trimotor.
Citing the anniversary of Jewish refugees aboard
the MS St. Louis attempting to enter the United States,
Senator Wheeler of Montana said
maintaining strict border control merits focus
- over giving resources for a foreign war. - I don't get it.
What don't you get?
Why can't you do the new job, but we still keep our apartment?
It's too far to drive every day from Weequahic.
I'd be spending half my workday in the car.
I'd have to change schools, right?
- You would. - This is a promotion, though.
I'd be the district manager in charge of the Union office.
That's because your father has had the highest sales
for Metropolitan Life in the Newark office
for years now.
They're looking to pay me 75 dollars a week
to supervise in Union.
Maybe up to 100 after a year or two.
Let's take a look.
- Apartments? - Nope.
For one family only. The whole house.
The whole house?
This Depression has knocked prices down.
And with my raise,
we could afford to buy something like this.
Bess, you'd have the flower garden you've always wanted.
And boys, you'd each have a bedroom of your own.
It's nice.
The other advantage
is that the interest on the mortgage alone
is deductible in your income tax,
which is a savings you don't get when you're paying rent.
Sons of bitches.
Herman.
Go back to Delancey Street.
What are you looking at?
Hey, you there. Wrong turn.
Herman, please drive.
Bye now.
Goddamn fascist bastards.
W--
What just happened?
Bess.
Are you awake?
No.
Why was Dad so mad today?
Can't wait until I get my own room.
Why did Dad cuss?
What's a "Fascist bastard"?
You don't know, do you?
The fascists don't like Jews.
- Why? - 'Cause we're Jews.
But why?
'Cause of Hitler. Now go to bed or I'm getting Mom.
You don't know.
Not like I know. You grew up in the Third Ward around Jews.
You never had to think twice.
In Elizabeth, we were the only Jewish family.
Then what?
Did the Cossacks run you out?
Did they-- Did they burn the shtetl?
You lived. You grew up.
That's not how it feels.
I was the only Jew in my class.
I had no friends.
People would walk by our apartment and point
and say, "That's where the Jews live."
Like it was something that had to be told to everyone.
It wasn't that I was mistreated.
I was just ignored.
And alone.
I don't want that for them.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the Republic, for which it stands...
for which it stands, one nation, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
Our end-of-year awards ceremony will be after lunch,
so you are to go to the auditorium when you finish eating.
Seldon, you'll be on the stage.
Class, Seldon won the math contest.
Let's have a round of applause.
Before we get into fun and games,
let's talk about our plans for summer.
Please, please read.
It's very important, and it will help you next year.
Try your very best to read every day,
and try to read at least one book a week.
If you don't have a book handy, then read the newspaper.
And please be sure to practice your penmanship,
both cursive and print.
You can even practice using chalk.
Anything new?
We've got new footage of Hitler and Göring accepting
the surrender of France.
And Hitler in Paris dancing in the street like a happy putz.
That came in yesterday.
I still can't get over the fact
that France fell apart in only six weeks.
Germans know how to make war.
You read The Star-Ledger today?
About Wheeler and the Republicans recruiting Lindbergh to run?
Yeah.
He's tapped into something.
Maybe not around here, but among the goyim.
Did you read the Roper poll?
Thirty-nine percent say Jews are like other people.
Fifty-three percent say we're different
and should be quote "Restricted" unquote.
That much?
Ten percent say we should be deported.
And that, my friend, is a lot of kindling.
Lindbergh, if he runs, could be the spark.
Sandy.
Stop following me.
Where are you going?
I wanna give my sketch to Alvin.
He hasn't been around since the fight with Dad.
I wanna see Alvin, too.
Am I a fifth grader now?
I've finished fourth grade.
And in September, you start the fifth grade.
Then, you'll be a fifth grader.
- So, what am I now? - Now?
Now, you're a nudge.
Hey, Mr. Simkowitz, is Alvin around?
Alvin?
Yeah, my cousin. I wanted to--
You tell him, he shows his face around here,
I'll have the police on him.
You tell your thief cousin.
...lightness of equipment make for speed,
and speed is the essence of these commando operations.
Landing at an early hour in the morning,
they quickly threw the enemy defenses
into a state of confusion.
One German machine gun burst reportedly fired point blank
at another, says British Intelligence...
You off today?
No. Working nights.
The raid went like clockwork.
It's much ado about nothing.
The Brits are getting their ass kicked left and right, so...
any two-bit thing they can crow about--
What else can they say? "We're losing the goddamn war"?
So, Dunkirk becomes a victory.
They lose France and have to swim for their lives,
they talk about it like it's winning.
Any more "Winning" and Hitler will end up in London.
War talk in Washington: FDR sells ships to England,
Republicans say American neutrality at risk.
War talk in Washington:
- FDR sells ships to England-- - Hey, I'll take one.
Republicans say American
- neutrality at risk. - Keep the change, kid.
War talk in Washington: FDR sells ships to England,
Republicans say American neutrality at risk.
You son of a bitch.
Come to Daddy.
Fuck me!
You'll bust it.
Alvin, he busts that machine, it's my ass.
Come on, tough guy.
You're a punk, you know that?
Ease up, Shush. Walk.
Your mother didn't want to eat?
She won't take the bus. She'll be fine.
I'll make a plate and take it back to her.
I could've picked her up on the way home.
She didn't want to impose.
Impose? I pick up my mother-in-law, what,
twice a week for dinner? What's a third?
Boys, you're late. Everyone's hungry.
- Wash your hands, please. - Okay.
So, Ev, you, you looking for some work over the summer?
I've gotta find something.
If I have to stay at home with that woman until September,
I'll go mad.
Herman's looking for a bigger house.
If that happens, then Mom could live with us for a while,
- and you could have... - Dad, where's Alvin?
No idea where Alvin is or where he's staying.
Alvin can take care of himself.
So, Mom, what were you saying about Nana coming to live with us?
Oh, just... if we got a whole house of our own,
we'd take a turn taking care of Nana.
Could you come and live with us, too?
No, she'd live by herself.
But Aunt Ev, you'd be sad all alone.
Not if you boys visited her.
- Aren't you gonna tell him? - No. And you aren't either.
What if the police are looking for Alvin?
- What if they come here? - Shut up!
No one's looking for him and it's none of your business.
I just wish I could be more of a help to you.
It's not right that you have to take care of her all by yourself.
You have a family to raise.
And because of that, this is your problem only?
It's not fair, Ev.
Well, I'm the oldest.
But I do have a favor to ask.
Could you cover for me tomorrow?
I want to meet Angelo in New York.
I know you don't approve.
- I-- It's just... - Yeah, not Jewish, I know.
And married.
But he's getting a divorce.
And that was happening long before he met me.
Bess, I told you this. I am no homewrecker.
It's hard for Angelo. He's got children and...
He's doing the best he can.
You could meet someone still, Ev.
I met him.
So, he's not Jewish, so what?
I'll check in on Mom and I'll bring her over for dinner tomorrow.
Come on, Bess. I'm happy!
Oh honey, you are the best.
Thanks.
Who are these war agitators?
Who are these voices?
Who wanna drag us into another European conflict?
Well, I will tell you. In fact, tonight...
- Roosevelt? - Lindbergh,
- the son of a bitch. - I'm going to name names.
And in doing so,
I know that I am talking about powerful elements
that are pushing the United States into this new war.
The three most important groups are the British,
the Jewish people...
...and the Roosevelt administration.
Bess?
All of these groups have their reasons
for wanting America in this war,
but are they what Americans should want?
You hear?
He's calling us war agitators.
Listen to that crowd.
- He's feeding them raw meat. - But no person of honesty
and vision can look on their pro-war policy here today
without seeing the dangers involved in such a policy,
both for us and for them.
A few far-sighted Jewish people realize this
and stand opposed to intervention,
but the majority still do not.
We cannot blame them for looking out
for what they believe to be their own interests,
but we must also look out for ours.
We cannot allow the natural passions and prejudices
of other peoples...
"Other people"? "Us and them"? "Our interests"?
We're Americans, you fascist son of a bitch!
- Herman, quiet. Just listen. - The lousy traitor.
I bet he's onstage right now,
wearing that goddamn medal that Göring put on his chest.
Fucking Nazi son of a bitch.
Herman, the children.
They should hear what this good-for-nothing turncoat is saying.
...for the Jewish or British people.
Both races, I admire.
But I am saying
that the leaders of both the British and the Jewish races,
for reasons which are as understandable from their--
This is how it starts.
Everyone thinking they can work with the guy,
that they'll bring him around. It's like Hitler.
Everyone thinking he doesn't mean what he says.
Exactly.
Year after year, Hitler says terrible things...
What's happening?
And they said nothing.
When a man tells you he's a son of a bitch, believe him.
Same with the America Firsters with all their crap
about keeping pure European blood free from inferior blood?
Which, by the way, they mean us.
Of course it's us. It's always us.
But this, with Lindbergh, he's giving permission.
He's a goddamn hero.
So, if he says it, every anti-Semite has permission.
"The lone eagle. He flew across the ocean.
He wouldn't lie. He's a great American."
Newspapers and the radio guys, they all lap it up.
Well, they lap it up because it's Lindbergh.
Coughlin says it or even Henry Ford,
they argue back. No one will go after Lucky Lindy.
Is he going to run for president?
Against Roosevelt? He'd be a putz.
He's a hero, as you said.
A hero. A hero now.
But if the Republicans run him against Roosevelt,
after all he did to get us out of this Depression--
Who says we're out of it?
- Worst is over. - Says you.
A lot of people still aren't earning what they once did.
I know plenty still out of work. People aren't patient.
Not with Roosevelt. Not with anybody.
And no one wants another war.
That's for sure.
Roosevelt's a professional politician. A leader.
Lindy's an airplane pilot with opinions.
- Horseshit opinions. - If the Republicans are that stupid,
Roosevelt will mop the floor with them.
You know, I remember the parade when he came home.
- The ticker tape. - Yeah, sure, I remember.
I remember it. My father, he took off work that day
and we took the tube into the city.
He put me up on his shoulders to see Lindy come down Broadway.
So what?
So, I still remember how I felt.
And now?
That's still who he is.
Not to us, not now, not in this neighborhood,
but to the rest of the country,
he's still that man in the little plane.
Boys, it's late. Back to bed.
What's in my heart should be in his head.
Always blamin' the Jews.
Win or lose, there's a lot of hate out there.
And he knows how to tap into it.
Boys still upstairs?
Still in pajamas.
Celebrating their first day out of school, I'd say.
If you're ready, I can drop you at your mother's.
Okay.
What are you gonna do? Are you gonna tear them up?
- You're keeping them? - Don't tell.
But Mom and Dad saw them already.
Everybody has.
Anyone asks, I threw them away.
Suppose they find them?
How will they do that?
Just keep your little trap shut, and no one will find anything.
And if Mom and Dad make me tear up my sketches,
they'll make you tear up your Lindbergh stamp.
I'm not gonna say nothin'.
Evelyn.
You sure it's okay I don't come in?
Sure. But if you really want to...
Enjoy the newsreels.
Give my love to your mother.
Ma. You gotta eat something.
Not hungry.
And where's your sister?
She had plans. I'm here.
You're coming to dinner with us tonight.
Herman's gonna pick us up after work.
Your sister is with her man.
What kind of man doesn't show himself to the girl's mother?
I know what kind. A shegetz.
- You don't know that. - A mother knows.
If he was Jewish, she would have brought him home by now.
Thank God your father's dead.
Ma, look at me.
Bess, where's Evelyn?
Two bits, each hour.
What can I tell ya? It ain't Jersey.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Hatcher will see you now.
There's our new district manager.
Sorry to keep you waiting. Please, sit.
We better get up.
- Already? - Yeah.
It's a quarter past. Reservation's for six o'clock.
Yeah, about that.
You didn't forget?
Steak at Keens. I gave you the number.
Ev, I gotta get back tonight.
Well...
I-- I brought a suitcase. Why-- Why didn't you say something?
She invited people, neighbors.
I can't miss dinner tonight.
S-- So why not be honest?
Angelo.
Hey, talk to me.
Come on, Ev.
So, you-- You see me, and all the blood leaves your head,
and-- and you-- you get a taste of fruit,
and then everything changes.
Angelo.
I thought you knew what you wanted.
I told you before. Leaving my family would kill my mother.
W-- What about my mother?
What the hell am I supposed to tell her about us?
I can't get a divorce. Not now.
Not till the kids grow up some.
You can't, or won't?
Ev...
This is supposed to be something fun.
I didn't come here for a shakedown.
You know my situation by now.
Ange-- Angelo. Wait.
Stay. The room's paid for.
Oh, Philip, good for you.
But there'll only be four of us. Nana isn't feeling up to dinner.
Sandy, could you bring up the laundry from the basement?
Mom.
Philip, I'm busy. What is it?
Something the matter?
What is it?
Took you long enough.
I just heard about it today.
So, Alvin finally owned up to it?
For the life of me, I don't know what's wrong with the boy.
I'm just...
I'm sorry I asked you to take him on.
The strange thing, he's a good worker.
Smart. Learns quick, mechanical.
I had him working in the bay.
Hell, he learned how to do stuff
on the new cars I don't even know.
Rewire the electrical and the new short waves
or adjust frequencies, he's a damn smart kid.
Irv, I gotta ask you.
You call the police about it?
I was waiting for you to come around.
Thank you.
Hey, pal!
How much?
Fifty-three.
Sure, you comin' or what?
I can give you, uh...
I can give you ten now.
I'll have the rest by Friday.
Uh, the things we do for blood.
What else am I gonna do?
Both of his parents dying young...
I'm the uncle, I'm supposed to do something.
Okay, see you later.
You hear the speech last night?
Oh, the son of a bitch.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
The goyim sharpening knives again.
It's so bad even a few Republicans broke ranks.
Dewey and Willkie both came out against him.
I didn't hear that.
The latest news this morning is Lindbergh resigned
his reserve commission in the army.
Says he won't serve under FDR as a Commander in Chief.
Traitor, flat out.
My brother was in Berlin back in '32.
He wrote to us about what Goebbels and Hitler were up to.
The government there, they played by the rules.
The Nazis, they made a joke of every damn rule,
and now here's FDR playing with his one hand tied
behind his back like this is some kind of gentlemen's sport.
Mark my word. If Roosevelt don't do something soon,
there's gonna be hell to pay.
Your brother, he-- he get out?
I haven't heard from him in two years.
- I could use a beer. - Yeah?
What about the money from old man Simkowitz?
Nah, that's long gone.
I'm not just bent. I'm flat broke.
You went through all of it?
I mean, it wasn't exactly a pile.
Yeah, enough to get me fired, asshole.
Yeah, sorry about that.
But I got an idea, though. You know Mickey Egan, right?
- Uh, the bookie. - Yeah, him.
So he's got this kid running his numbers in Hillside.
And I've been eyeing this kid. He's real sloppy.
We could take him.
So that's your big idea?
- We're gonna rob a policy runner. -Yeah.
Sorry, just let me get this straight.
So, we jam this kid, yeah? We take his money,
and then we run back to Weequahic and call,
"Olly, Olly, oxen free." Yeah, we're safe and sound.
We're no prob-- There's no problems at all.
My uncle will cover for us.
- Shush, your uncle is in Philly. - So?
Well, he ain't shit here in Jersey.
Look, Mickey Egan has the sloppy kid covered.
Longy and his guys have Egan covered,
and the New York Mob? Yeah? They have Longy covered.
The strong eat the weak, not the other way around, Shush.
And that's the way the world works.
You wanna commit suicide, you go ahead.
You can count me out.
Taxi!
The world fucking stinks.
- Yeah. - Right here.
Yeah, no kiddin'.
I drove to New York today.
Spoke to Hatcher about the promotion.
And?
He heard me out.
I told him I wasn't going to take the position.
What did he say?
He said... "Good luck, Levin."
- He wasn't angry? - Bess.
Hatcher is a gentleman of the old school.
He doesn't waste his time getting angry
at somebody like me.
I'm small potatoes.
What about Karl?
He put you up for the promotion.
You know what he told me when I got back?
He said the Union office is full of drunks.
Famous for drunks.
He didn't want to say anything to influence my decision,
but he told me I'd have been the head Jew.
The big, sheeny boss the goyim are all dying to work for.
I was supposed to go and pick them up
off the barroom floor.
You can imagine how they would have loved me.
No, I'm...
I'm better off where I am.
I hope I didn't...
Honey, I did what I did. That's the end of it.
We're going to be fine.
Hey, Seabiscuit. Look at me.
- Good boy. - Good boy.
You trainin' horses now, kid?
Hey, now you can draw its ass.
What do I need the horse for? You can model that.
- Hey, you little runt-- - Hey, just cut the crap, Shush.
Why don't you go over to the game?
- I'll catch up. - All right.
Hey, good one, Sandy. You're pretty funny.
Well, can I see?
Damn, you are good.
- Alvin. - What?
I stopped by the gas station.
I had your sketch.
Oh, so you think I'm a thief?
No, no, it's-- it's just Mr. Simkowitz--
Mr. Simkowitz said I was a thief.
Look, just between me and your buddy over there,
I'm a lot of things, kiddo. But a thief, I'm not.
You're too young to understand now,
but there comes a time in a guy's life,
where a guy has to stick up for a friend...
even if the friend isn't always the brightest bulb.
Good. We square?
All right. Anyway, you'll have to excuse me, Picasso.
There's some guys in the alley behind the barbershop,
and they're just begging to lose their beer money.
- Hey, Philip. - Hi, Earl.
Who's at the door, Earl?
A friend from school.
Louise, this is my friend, Philip.
Glad to meet you, Philip.
Earl, there's a plate of cookies on the counter.
I'm sorry, I have to run.
It's nice meeting you, Philip. Bye.
Who was that?
That's my mom.
You call you mom by her first name?
Yeah, she likes it. She thinks it's hip.
- "Hip"? -Hip. You know, cool.
It's what musicians say.
My dad plays in the Glen Gray Casa Loma Orchestra.
It's a swing band and Louise used to be their singer.
She made a record. You wanna hear it?
Yeah. Sure.
He wanted it to go on like that.
I'd be the mistress, never the wife.
I'm sorry, Ev.
Where did all the boys go?
There used to be so many.
Well, maybe that was the problem.
Come on, you'll meet someone.
Who, the plumber when he comes to fix Mom's sink?
Stop. You're beautiful. You're bright.
I'm gonna die an old maid.
Ev, we can work something out.
I-- I can stay with Mom more.
I'll talk to Herman. Maybe... he can still take the promotion,
then we'll have a house, uh, a room for Mom.
No, you stop.
I couldn't live with myself
if I let you move the boys to Union.
It's not your fault.
It's just... the way things worked out.
When my dad's touring with his band, he sends
air mail stamps postmarked from cities everywhere.
Here's one from Honolulu, Oahu. That's part of Hawaii.
I saw that one in the book.
My dad went to a private home
in Honolulu to see
the canceled two-cent Hawaiian missionary stamp of 1851.
Did you ever see it?
Dad sent me a picture of it. It's worth 100,000 dollars.
Want some more cookies?
We have all kinds.
No thanks.
Okay.
Let's do something awful.
Come on.
Take a look over here.
You can touch 'em.
You can't hurt 'em none.
- Cool, huh? - Yeah.
Hip.
You can touch these, too.
No, that's okay, Earl.
...have an innate responsibility
to raise them up with purpose,
and we must come to understand that the classroom
is the life garden of human flowers
in which the child is helped to grow
in an atmosphere of joy and gladness...
...for it is the classroom
where American ideals are instilled,
ideals we need in these troubled times
where there can be no divided allegiance.
We have room for but one flag.
The American flag. Thank you.
I didn't think you'd make it.
Ugh. Very tired. Almost didn't come.
Well, you missed all the speeches.
The mayor already came and left and the superintendent.
And then that rabbi with the concluding prayers and remarks.
- Rabbi? - You can't ignore Hitler's threats.
So, I met the new math teacher.
He's younger than I thought. From Boston.
Met his wife, too.
She'll be teaching third in the fall,
but... maybe I misheard and it was their daughter,
I... I can't remember.
...and what is best for our country is best for us.
We fight them over there,
or we fight them here. Lindbergh's all wet.
Perfectly fine to disagree, however, it appears
as if our dialogue has drawn two lovely ladies to us.
This is my wife Tess and our colleague, Evelyn Finkel.
Evelyn's a substitute at Hawthorne Avenue
and has been an officer of the teachers' union
- for the last few years. - Call me Lionel.
Evelyn, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.
Tell me about your work for the teachers' union.
Oh, please, I'm-- I'm one of many.
Modest as well.
Well, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.
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And now, here is Walter Winchell.
Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. North and South America
and all the ships and clippers at sea, let's go to press.
Flash: Mineola, New York.
Herr Lindbergh's announcement
yesterday that he's seeking to become the Republican nominee
for president and to challenge Franklin Roosevelt
on an isolationist, pro-fascist platform has revealed
the Lone Eagle to be the Lone Ostrich,
sticking his head in the sand to avoid the terrible threat
- facing our great nation. - Damn right.
It appears Herr Lindbergh wants to be
the second Neville Chamberlain, and like Chamberlain,
he's swallowed hook, line, and sinker,
the lie that Hitler and the vicious thugs around him
are eager to turn their swords into plowshares.
Sorry, Herr Lindbergh.
Peace for our time
cannot be bought with words on a piece of paper,
and the American people won't be fooled.
Flash: Berlin.
Herr Hitler and Herman G?ring are slapping hands together
and jumping around with delight, knowing they bought
Herr Lindbergh with a cheap Nazi medal and a pack of lies.
Flash: London.
Prime Minister Churchill put to lie
Herr Lindbergh's faith in the Little Corporal
when he said, and I quote, "The Battle of France is over...
- Look what the cat dragged in. - Herman...
What the hell is wrong with you?
I gave you a roof over your head.
Food on the table.
I went out on a limb for you, got you that job.
And you drag the Levin name through the mud?
You're nothing but a common thief.
You think your roof, your food gives you the right?
Even in court, the defendant gets to tell
his side of the story. But oh no, not in this house.
You didn't have the guts to tell me you lost the job
- because you stole. - Herman.
- What other side is there? - Herman, this doesn't help.
Let it be, Aunt Bess.
I just came for my things.
I need my coat from the back hall.
- Keep an eye on the silverware. - Herman!
Sorry you had to hear that, boys.
Dad was really mad.
Alvin told me he didn't do it.
I think he took the blame for one of his friends.
Did you tell Dad?
Alvin told me not to say nothin'.
I lost my temper.
I was wrong.
We're family.
And this evening, I forgot that.
I'll find your cousin and apologize.
Lindbergh is just another Father Coughlin.
"And now for the golden hour of the Shrine of the Little Lindy."
He'll probably show up back here before I can track him down.
Dewey came out against him.
Of course he did. He's not trying
to be number two to a phony.
You gotta get involved.
Like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
Herman. What'd you think?
Whatever Walter Winchell left standing tonight,
FDR will tear down tomorrow.
What does he know with politics?
Can't believe he's gonna support...
The Lone Ostrich.
Shush wasn't lying. They really got you.
I don't even know how they knew.
That you were a Jew?
They always know.
Last time I ever go to Union alone, I'll tell you that.
Fucking Krauts.
Uh... thanks... for this. You know, I'll-- I'll give you
some rent money when I'm back on my feet.
Sofa in the back room upstairs will have to do.
There's sheets and a pillow in the closet down the hall.
Just make sure to be out of here before my dad opens at 10:00.
Okay?
- You really wanna do this? - I'm tired of turning my cheek.
Where he at?
Shit, give him a second.
You comin'?
The Cathay Circle Theater
is the setting for a colorful premiere
of the new Warner Brothers screen triumph
All This, and Heaven Too,
Rachel Field's famous novel.
James Stewart attends the gala opening
with Olivia De Havilland.
And about 20,000 are on hand for the festivities.
Mr. And Mrs. Jack Warner
come with Elsa Maxwell of party fame.
And now, the still men seem bent on shooting somebody.
- This is late for you. - I'm looking for my nephew.
Oh, yeah. I haven't seen him.
My intention in running for the presidency
is to preserve American democracy
by preventing America from taking part
in another world war.
Your choice is simple.
It is not between Charles A. Lindbergh
and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
It is between Lindbergh and war.
Already got the asshole's picture up.
Fucking Lindy. They think Lindbergh can win.
He can.
With the Battle of France over,
and Nazi Germany the clear victor,
the Battle of Britain is now on.
The German Luftwaffe started by sending waves of planes
to attack the southern coast of England,
bombing British airfields and coastal defenses
before making their way back to French territory.
The Luftwaffe soon expanded their attacks
beyond the English Channel with bombings
on RAF bases and British convoys, moving--
They look kinda drunk. Is that fair?
L'chaim.
All over Nazi-controlled Poland,
Jews and other so-called "Undesirables"
have been rounded up en masse by the Third Reich
to separate them from the greater population.
While some Polish Jews have fled to the Soviet Union
in the face of last year's German invasion,
many more have been rounded up and put into segregated ghettos
throughout the major cities, including Warsaw,
Lodz and Bendzin,
as well as the Free City of Danzig.
Yeah, that sounds great.
Fucking cocksucker!
Fucking Jew!
Luxembourg, Albania, and now France,
all seeing the swastika fly above their soil
as Hitler's Third Reich attempts to curtail
the activities and movements of Bolsheviks,
Jews, and their sympathizers.
Nazi shit fuck!
Across the world, key Nazi ally Imperial Japan
makes a similar march on the continent of Asia,
already occupying Manchuria,
Taiwan, parts of mainland China, and Korea,
with its armed forces now threatening French Indochina.
I'll kill you!
- Come on! Fucking shit! - Stay down!
- Hey! Let's go! - Kraut sons of bitches!
- Come on! - Fuck!
Let's go, let's go.
That's for Daniel, you Nazi fucks.
- Go, go, go! Come on! - Kraut sons of bitches!
Sheeny bastards!
Yes! Yes!
Ah, fuck.