Bomb Girls s02e04 Episode Script

1 IVAN: Last night was amazing.
My heart not in this.
We're meant for other people, Ivan.
Mother? What happened? A possible miscarriage.
Everything's going to be alright.
Dr Patel? The truth is bullets might be whizzing at my men's head in a month.
And I have no idea how to keep them alive.
Your fiancé may not be a war hero.
I saw your friend taking a nip.
- What am I suppose to do about it? - Church may do her some good.
Child of God should be able to grieve her fathers death.
Me? I feel nothing.
Eugene! Surprise, Ma.
Were you discharged? Even better.
Ace Gunner promoted to Sergeant.
You hear that Bob? Gene's a Sergeant.
Some kind of miracle.
Woo! You can drag a hoof! I've been practicing.
Oh is that right? Who's my little sister been seein'? She needs to see the butcher before work! We're not rationing meat, Mom.
He won't run out of rib roasts.
No, but I need the biggest one he has.
Oh, relax, Midget.
It's just a meal.
A meal in your honour.
I don't need a bunch of people sitting around chewing food to make me feel good.
I just don't need that.
You're a war hero, Gene, and I want to show you off.
Maybe Gene can help with the errands? Oh no.
It's his big appearance at the factory today, and I don't want him late.
Harold agreed to let you parade Gene through your work? It's no "parade", he's discussing air-raid survival at my life-skills seminar.
About that, Ma.
I've barely seen action on the ground.
I'm mostly in the air with the men, doing the damage.
No backing out.
You promised.
Mom remember, I'm bringing a friend to dinner tonight.
Fine, dear.
So when's your "victory lap" start? Next week.
And it's no "victory lap.
" Just a couple weeks training And then they trundle you off around the country, poster child for selling war bonds.
I'm a poster child because I earned my stripes.
I made Ace Gunner in record time.
Just wait till we start seeing sustained combat.
Who looks forward to sustained combat? I'm not afraid to do my duty.
You better be careful what you wish for, Son.
(Radio:) Three German prisoners of war have escaped - from the prisoners of war camp in Bowmanville.
- Listen.
Members of the public are instructed to use utmost vigilance in aiding in their re-capture.
These men maybe armed.
- Thread carefully, as the Germans-- - German prisoners on Canadian soil? I'm sure they brought back hundreds, most of them are officers.
Waste of time, keeping them alive.
The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi.
Your honey's in England now? Risking the Baedeker bombings? They're destroying all those cathedral towns! He's in London.
The only "bombing" James risks is when the curtain rises on a West End play.
He wrote me about waking up with a "big head" after last night's "battle.
" - He isn't entitled to some fun? - I don't know.
All those rumours about what soldiers get up to in that city in their spare time.
There's no point letting your mind go there.
You sound like you'd rather he were on the front lines.
Of course not.
It's just, all these faceless fears, it's so much to bear.
My fear's got a face and it's no easier.
Still worried about running into Ivan? He just looks at me with those sad eyes.
Well, he was smitten with you.
Ending things was an act of kindness.
There's no dignity in carrying a torch for a girl who doesn't love you back.
Some girls have nobody and here are you two, complaining! What's up with her today? Still getting used to being back.
Maybe we should have a girls' night in, play cards? Yeah.
Hey, Ivan just needs space and time.
Just keep your distance until his feelings diminish.
Maybe then you can be friends again.
You wrote this? Did you know it was the War Department who asked Veronica Lake to wear her hair "up"? Copy deadline was an hour ago.
You didn't even read it.
The Victory Beacon is an employee newsletter, not a Hollywood tabloid.
Most girls want to look like Miss Lake.
I've told them how to in this article, so they can work safe.
It's no doubt a topic close to your heart.
Yes! And my scalp.
Nevertheless, I edit the Beacon.
You can't just seize control of everything in this office.
Each home needs an "Emergency Refuge Room" with drinking water, soup, milk, glucose, cookies, - Leon left this for you.
- tea, coffee and fruits.
Pastimes are important: Battery radio, toys for the children, and cards for the older folk Pinch me if I nod off.
I'd stay awake, if I were you.
You never know.
Escaped Nazis.
In the event of a bombing, the key is to stay calm and exit the affected area.
So I can come in and save the day! Ladies and Gentlemen, Sgt.
Eugene Corbett.
(Clapping) Now London was still smarting from the hell-fires Fritz rained down over Christmas.
It was torn up pretty bad.
So the boys and I; We decided to unwind.
I picked up a dish at Rainbow Corner, it's this spot in Piccadilly Circus where soldiers looking for a good time, find the girls to lift their spirits up.
Gene, I don't think this is a type of story they came to hear.
Speak for yourself! I tell you, there's no worse time for Wailing Willy to sing out than when you're getting a private burlesque show! The whole block shook.
We looked down and there was a 1 K incendiary at our feet.
Now, I'm not sure if yo build this device here, but it burns through brick like it's paper.
So I said, I'll take care of the fire if you take care of that strip-tease! (Cheers and clapping) Excuse me sorry, I thought we were here to learn how to survive a bomb-raid? Can you learn how to be lucky? 'Cause from where I usually sit, that's all it comes down to.
But I will say this.
If you carry a girl and her cat down nine flights of crumbling, burning stairs, you'll learn things that make burlesque seem like a puppet show.
(Cheering and clapping) Is there a soldier alive not treating this war like a giant party? Marco Moretti, I'm a friend of your mother's.
Pleasure to meet a real live hero.
Yeah.
Marco.
Nice to meet you.
You coming to the big affair tonight? Ah, no, he's just a co-worker.
Are you enlisted, Mr.
Moretti? I'm working on it.
Work harder.
We need all the strong men we can get.
Except for Italians? Being strong isn't always good enough.
That's bunk.
There's Italian fellows in my unit, I trust with my life.
I just loved your speech.
It was like I was in that room with you.
That could be arranged.
Didn't mean like that, but weren't you afraid with the building on fire? Shall we rescue poor Kate from our Canteen Cowboy? I believe she's trying to flirt.
- Is that what you call that? CAROL: Oh Gladys, Daughters of the Empire are stuffing ditty bags for soldiers at the club tonight and we're all to bring an extra hand.
Patricia's just fallen ill-- I can't, we're playing cards.
BETTY: I don't mind, if we cancel it.
Sorry, Carol, but really right now, I don't feel like sending combs to soldiers making time at Rainbow Corner! If you want, I can do ditty bags? You want your article printed that badly? If we're going to work together, Carol, We might as well try to get along.
Well what about your big card game? Well it gets trumped by getting to see what goes on in your fancy club.
There is somewhat of a dress code.
Well I can rustle something up.
Need more butter for these potatoes.
Mom we've used up the butter coupon for the whole month.
Didn't ask for lip, just butter.
Whoa! I've seen cluster-bombs make less mess.
You might want to grab a broom.
- Hey it's Bride of Frankenstein! - Oh, go to hell.
Sheila Hey, and you don't be a pest.
What's the matter if I eat my share now or later, what's the matter? It doesn't matter.
Alright, Aikins' favourite, by request.
Liquor permit book's looking well-worn.
Let me help.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Family and friends want to see Gene before he ships out.
You invited Harold Aikins.
Since when is your boss our friend? Bob, I'm a proud mother.
Let me have my moment.
Mix and turn, I want them fluffy.
The boy's seen action.
He needs rest, not the world putting him on show.
War doesn't always have to break a man.
Gene's war isn't over yet.
Let me know when you want me to carve.
I was thinking maybe Gene could take the knife tonight.
Indulge me, Bob.
I'd appreciate it.
(Door opens) WOMAN: Is everybody decent?! (Sighs in relief) - Ellie, come on in.
LORNA: Thank the Lord.
Good Lord what an unholy mess.
Go put your face on, Lorna.
- I'll sort things out.
- Thanks, Ellie.
It'll only be a second.
You too Bob, I need space to work.
- Thank you Ellie.
ELLIE: All right.
Where to begin? Ah, yes indeedy.
(Cork pops out) You're late! Sorry.
This place has higher security than our factory does.
Well we've already started, so let's dig in.
Seems like a stalled mission to me.
Normally we wait for some of the more established ladies to take the lead.
Mrs.
Beaverton.
Here I am rubbing elbows Don't you dare touch anyone's elbows.
Carol, if you don't want me to be here I do.
Just promise me you'll take my lead, and keep your head down.
Well thank you, good-bye.
Did you reach him? Apparently he's on two-day leave.
Which means he could be anywhere.
So he can't check in, he's fighting a war.
I'm too cold to care right now, I swear I just saw my breath.
Mrs.
Groot shuts the furnace down April first, come hell or cold weather.
So fire it back up.
Shakespeare called this "a nipping and eager air" Yeah? My dad called this "freezing the balls off a brass monkey.
" Where are you going? I thought we were playing cards.
We are.
I just have to drop something off.
She's a mystery these days.
Did you at least bring any hooch? Bubbly's harder to come by without access to my father's supply.
Well that settles it.
You're leaving too? No, but I am cranking up the damn furnace.
What a lovely home.
They put up police checkpoints, looking for the escaped Krauts.
Minnie, this is Lorna Corbett.
A pleasure.
That's carrot, cabbage and lime.
So where's the guest of honour? He gave us such a boost at work today.
I heard all about it.
Do you think he could speak to us at the Praise Pals? That's Minnie's church-group.
Oh.
Gene would be thrilled.
Make yourself at home.
Go put on your shirt and greet our guests.
And please, tonight less boasting about your romantic conquests? It's your party.
Tell them about your promotion.
People want to have good news right now.
Yes, ma'am.
Yes ma'am.
Mwah.
Mom, you have a second? What is it now? My date wants to say hello.
Your "date"? Dr.
Narendra Patel, meet, or re-meet, my mother.
We uh, you were at the hospital.
Yes.
Please, call me "Ned.
" Thank you for inviting me, Mrs.
Corbett.
You two, work together.
We eat together in the cafeteria.
Soup and stale saltines, the only supper we normally have time for.
I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to a home-cooked meal.
I'll see that you're well-fed tonight.
That Minnie Aikins is a real laugh-riot.
What am I going do with that awful thing? Well, the war department's asking for old rubber.
(Laughing) I made "Ace" after squaring five "confirmed kills" from my Wimpy.
That's his Wellington.
His airplane.
How do you "confirm" from up in the air? Well a head exploding is a head exploding, even from a thousand feet.
Gene.
Doctor Patel, how does a man of your, background come to be a doctor in Canada? I grew up in Bombay.
I was a in England, we came here to train.
How come you're not fighting in the war? You've got working arms and legs.
Uh? (Air Raid Siren) Oh dear.
I know what that is.
Another blackout drill? It would have to be tonight.
The escaped Nazis must have made it to the city.
BOB: Get the blinds.
(Sirens wailing) (Indistinct chatter) (Sirens wailing) (Metal door closes) As long as the blackout continues, (Radio) ensure your blackout blinds remain drawn.
(Radio) No lights in the street, means no targets for potential attack.
(Radio) Those homes and businesses without proper (Radio) She said she was bringing a "friend.
" She never used the word "date.
" Well he's a doctor.
Who cares what God he prays to? What God does he pray to? (Radio continues indistinctly) The blackout's are in case the Jerries are flagging for a bomb attack.
Well how did the devils get this far? Probably jumped a freight, industrious bastards.
They're saying they found a couple of prison uniforms in a barn outside of Markham.
A fiendish exploit, I tell you.
Must've stolen some civilian rags.
So they're hiding in plain sight.
How? They don't speak English.
We had German prisoners back then in the Great War, spoke some.
You were there, Gene.
Do the Germans speak English? - Gene? - Hmm? Mr.
Aikins asked you a question.
I've never met one.
I treated wounded prisoners-of-war a few months back, they had a command of English.
Ned volunteers his medical skills to the war effort whenever he can.
Tell them about the U-Boat captain you treated, the one taken in the Atlantic.
This man was the one that gave the orders that sunk ten allied vessels.
But Ned treated him all the same.
Helping them is an act of mercy, a reminder that somehow-- That's the difference between you and I, Doc.
You save the Krauts.
I shoot 'em.
(Laughing) Sorry.
Seemed funny for some reason.
Gene, I want you to apologize to Dr.
Patel.
Oh, I took no offense.
Doctors swear an oath to treat all wounded, regardless of politics.
And I'm the one fighting for your freedom to practice that oath.
Well who's up for another drink? Count me in.
Let's just eat already.
We're waiting for the rest of the party.
This is the party.
Driving's nixed in a blackout and streetcars are down.
Bob, why don't you and Sheila take a quick look outside for the others? - I'll do it.
- Gene, our guests are here to see you.
So are the ones stumbling around in the dark.
Plus there's Nazis on the prowl.
At least out there I can be of use.
Well, I say let the soldier do his duty.
If he comes up dry we eat.
Alright.
I like it.
Thank you.
Rehearsal's cancelled.
Hard to compete with the air-raid sirens.
Why do you want me to join your choir, Leon? Because you're a damn good mezzo.
The last couple months? You missed a lot.
Missed less than you think.
Something hurt you.
I'm not asking for details, I'm just offering you a place to set your heart right.
I can't sing anymore.
My father, he wrung it out of me.
If I couldn't sing, I wouldn't know how to find comfort in this world.
I need something stronger than singing to comfort me now.
You're not going to find it in a bottle.
I'm flirting with another solution later tonight.
Thanks anyway, Leon.
Thanks for everything.
Careful you don't hurt yourself, Churchmouse.
Take care of yourself.
(Indistinct chatter) At this rate we'll be here all night.
Vera? This is how we do things.
It's one hell of a cock-up.
I mean one heck of a muddle.
Looks like a cock-up to me.
What improvements do you propose? Well at the factory, we work assembly lines.
Which here would mean we'd pile each item in a row.
Each gal works a station, pass to the next we'd cut through this mess like butter.
That seems rather regimented.
But highly efficient.
Exactly! What's your name? Vera Burr.
Go on then, Miss Burr.
Show us how the gun-girls do it.
Okay.
First we need to put all these tables in a row.
You take knives, you work postcards, you do diaries, you throw in combs, you man the shaving kits, you take the pencils, and I'll handle the housewives.
Sewing kits.
What about me? You get to pack the finished ditty-bags into boxes, like we crate up the 25-pounders.
Oh I think I'll do much better with pencils.
You take the helm.
I can barely see my hand.
Mrs.
Groot never went in for proper drapes.
So, unless you want the blackout warden on our back, this is our night.
(Knocks on table.
) (Another knock) I heard you the first time.
(More knocking) There's someone at the door.
Someone trying to break down the door.
Bed check! Everybody up! Lets go! How did you get in? Fast-talking and quick thinking.
Come on ladies! The party's taking off! This is outrageous.
Look Gunner Boy, you can't be here.
That's where you're wrong.
I was invited.
Invited? Who's brainchild was that? Mine.
There she is.
Your directions were spot-on kiddo, but your recon on the party was not.
Look, buddy.
This isn't a party.
It is now.
See I was just on duty at the old-folks home.
It is time to let loose.
We may gotta be dark, but we don't gotta be quiet! (Radio) For you.
Woo!!! I couldn't find him.
Oh, I hope nothing's happened to Gene.
I can take another look.
- Oh, would you? - No, he wouldn't.
There's no point in Ned roaming around in the dark.
What if he's in danger? What if he needs help? - What if you serve the roast? - Not without Gene.
Geez, this good stuff sure evaporates quick.
Has anybody seen the whiskey? My brother took it.
No! Mom, you know he did.
Oh no.
- W-We have tea - That's a dessert.
and, uh, sherry.
I'll have some of the tea on offer.
I think I've got a bottle of rye upstairs.
An impressive scheme.
I can tell you're no stranger to overcoming adversity.
I got my scalp hooked in the bomb track on the stencil line.
Vera! Sorry.
Don't be.
It's a badge of honour.
You know Veronica Lake's new up-do? I wrote an article about how she's wearing her hair back, it's safer for the floor-gals.
From someone who knows.
We'll be publishing it in the next employees newsletter which I edit.
No better way to motivate a lady than to marry glamour and safety.
Well done.
Oh at last! Sustenance.
Are you fond of shrimp cocktail, Miss Burr? Yes.
I treat myself to them every birthday at the Arcadian Court.
The cafeteria at Simpsons? What's your Christmas dinner a hamburger at Fran's? (Laughing) Miss Demers Things look like they're well in hand.
I have other plans.
Nice to meet you all.
Any shoulder to the wheel is one deserving respect, Miss Demers.
(Swing music on Radio) (Indistinct chatter) I wouldn't have imagined those two together.
You and me both.
She doesn't seem like herself.
- Is she al-- - What have you all got to eat? You've already emptied the ice-box.
Well, I skipped dinner, so You're welcome to go home and eat your own food anytime you like.
Boy, that's some kind of hospitality, thank you.
I'm hungry too.
Aren't there pickles in the cellar? Pickles! Now we're cooking with gas.
Hang on.
The scuttlebutt is that you can sing.
Sit down.
Do you know "Won't You Come See Me Sometime"? Everybody knows that one.
Good, because I only know two songs and the other one's not fit for mixed company.
Won't you come see me sometime Come on let me fix you a drink Whoa.
Rusty pipes, huh? Here we'll take it down a key.
Ready? Won't you come see me sometime Come on let me fix you a drink Don't be so shy - I'm getting over a cold - Don't ask me why Something about you just tickles me pink You're a little too tall but I don't mind Won't you come see me sometime Don't run away from me don't cloud up the rain on me Don't give me that big old frown Come on hold me tight it's such a lonely night I'm just a little lamb lost in a big town Quit before I change my mind Won't you come see me sometime Won't you come see me sometime (Gasps) (Breathing heavily) Help! Bitte.
Zwingen mich nicht dich weh zu tun.
(Noise from the party upstairs) (Muffled cry) BETTY: (Grunt) MAN: Argh! (Harpoon clangs on the floor) (Man groans in pain) BETTY: Help! Somebody help me! Es blutet schon wieder, The barbed wire from the camp.
It tore me.
(Broken English) You move and I finish the job.
Wenn sie mich finden, bringen sie mich um.
Murder you? Who would? German? No! KÃnnen sie deutsch? No English! I'm Canadian.
Lili Marleen.
What the hell are you talking about? Now sit down.
You know it? That song? Das Mädchen unter der Laterne? You remind me of Lili.
Nice try.
I said sit down! I don't want to harm.
Only my freedom.
(Broken English) Well that's not gonna happen.
I'm going to call someone to take you back to camp.
They don't want to capture me.
(Broken English) Only to kill me now.
(Broken English) Look kid, is not my problem.
My wound it was healing; Only now Look, you broke into my cellar.
Please they won't treat me.
They let me die.
Please, Lili.
Have mercy.
No! (Indistinct chatter) Sorry to leave, but duty calls.
We should at least give Ned a take away package of food.
I promised Gene he could carve the roast.
Sheila will bring leftovers tomorrow.
Thank you, but please don't worry about the roast.
I don't eat beef.
We'll meet tomorrow for coffee? Cream and two sugars.
I'll have yours waiting when you come in.
Thank you, good-night.
Good-night.
Hey Sheila, Ned's quite a catch, eh.
Nice.
Okay, sounds like wheelbarrow? Don't worry ladies like them, it's just their way.
I thought we were all pulling together to win a war.
We are, for them it's a chance to sip sherry.
The ditty bags are just an excuse.
Mine sure came in handy.
First time I saw the Luftwaffe light up the London night with these giant flares floating down on parachutes? Would be a thing of beauty if they weren't turning the city into a giant target.
I used a jack knife from my ditty bag to carve out shrapnel from the leg of a man in my unit.
So on behalf of the men who'll be getting those bags? Thanks for saving our legs.
'Course, I got my share of revenge on the Jerries, let me tell you.
- Where have you been? GENE: The best - My turn to go for a walk.
GENE: was the Messerschmitt I took down over the Channel.
The bastard's face when he realized he was going west.
Nothing beats watching the enemy's face as the life drains out of him.
Nothing.
Hey.
Not allowed to be on the phone during a blackout.
Unless it's an emergency.
Who you calling? None of your business.
Where are my pickles? My pickles? Pickles? Oh I get it.
You're afraid of the dark.
Don't worry, I'll be your go-fer.
No you won't.
Just stay here.
It's no trouble.
I've been in worse spots than your root cellar.
I'll get the bloody pickles.
Sure thing, doll.
It's your house.
What are you doing? That is not your job.
It's like the siege of Stalingrad here, our guests are starving.
- This is not your party! - Of course it's not.
It never is.
For God's sake, act your age.
Do you care that you humiliated me in front of Ned?! Why should I care what he thinks? Because I like him! Of course, you're too busy showing off Gene to notice.
How could you bring that man into my house? Knowing what he knows about me? What does he know? That you lost a baby? Perhaps after seeing the way you acted tonight, he probably thinks that was for the best Gene's made a fool out of you.
And you're the only one who can't see it.
Dinner! I'm not gonna let you die in here.
I'll stop the bleeding, so you stand a chance.
Then you're back to that camp.
(Grunt) All I gotta do is scream, and there's a guest upstairs, only too happy to kill you dead.
You know things.
I grew up on a farm, brothers hacking off this, cutting open that.
No doctor for miles.
Tommy caught a wound like this on a hay rake.
Thomas.
Is a strong German name.
Named after an uncle from Aberdeen.
You hide who you are, Lili.
I can see why.
They will make you the enemy.
No! Help! Help! Help! Somebody! Somebody! Help! I do what I must, to be free.
Du haben recht.
Wir sind gleichen.
We are the same.
(Grunts) (Whimpers) Ow.
(Panting) (Veiled whimper) So Wo kommst Deine Familie her? In der nähe von Stuttgart.
Oma came over in 1905, helped break the plains.
Many Germans build this country.
And had to bury their roots during the Great War.
To avoid the camps.
The camps, or the angry mobs trying to attack them, destroy their property.
Even after the war, my family they were still afraid.
But some of these roots, you dig them up.
Oma spoke the language at home.
I listened.
Before she died, I made her teach me her onion cake recipe.
You know, you would be a queen in Stuttgart.
You wouldn't have to hide who you are.
Yeah.
But here they'd lock me up.
Treat me no different than they treat you.
Hey.
So uhm Your friends they were telling me about your fiancé, sowing his wild oats in London.
I'm not discussing James with you.
Let me do the talking then.
He's a rich kid, born into command.
Didn't have to earn it the hard way, the real way.
Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.
But you, working the plant? You're playing some funny game.
These other girls, they need the money.
But what do you need? To make time with things that go "boom"? Beans.
That's were I recognize you from, your face is on cans of beans.
My father likes flaunting my war-work.
Yeah, and how does that sit with you? What do you think? Do you believe what you're selling? I don't even know what I'm selling.
That makes two of us.
All clear ladies! All clear.
That's Wailing Willy.
I'll say.
(Air Raid Siren) Oh, that must mean they found the prisoners.
At least enough they're not worried about a bomb-plot.
I'm so sorry about everything.
Sorry, schmorry.
The blackout's over.
We survived! Oh whoa! (MInnie laughs out loud) It's been a night.
Here we go.
(Minnie continues laughing out loud) That's okay, come on Minnie, here you go.
Let's let's get you to bed.
Lorna, Bob? Thanks for a lovely evening.
Let's go dear.
That's it.
BOB: (Chuckles) ALL: (Laughing) It's the all clear.
You didn't turn me in, because you can't.
Because we're the same.
Look just leave.
I won't yell.
I promise.
I told you there is a guy upstairs who will kill you.
I've been hiding Germans my whole life.
Tonight's no different.
Go! I was so happy when he came home in one piece, I let myself believe the war made him into a man.
He's as selfish and as stubborn as he was when he was a little boy.
I loved that little boy so much.
But he's always done what he wanted, when he wanted.
And I've let him.
We let him.
Everything's gone so wrong.
I used to think I was a good mother.
You are.
You are.
No one can predict what war will do to a man.
(Vynil record crackling) Nothing happened.
Thanks to the air raid siren ruining your moment.
I've been fighting Gene off all night Poor Gladys, endlessly fighting off men.
It's time.
(Grunts) Am I right to trust you, Lili? Yeah.
And why do you think I should do that? Something happened to you, Kate, and it sure as sugar has nothing to do with Eugene Corbett.
You're not yourself anymore.
My father Has gone.
So what are you afraid of? Everything.
Here.
(Door closes) He's getting away! Help! Help! - Betty? - Good Lord He's in the backyard! What is it? Who is he? The prisoner of war.
You're one of those damn escaped Nazis! I am a prisoner under the Geneva Convention (Grunting) Stop! You're killing him! (Grunting) Stop it! Someone call the police.
(Coughs) Ladies, say hello to Fritz.
You're wrong.
I'm not like you.
None of us can hide forever.
(ln German) Speak for yourself.
Betty, what happened? I didn't get pickles.
(Police car's siren) A Nazi in our home, I can't fathom it.
He might have killed you.
He said something to you.
He told me none of us can hide forever.
We do what we have to, to survive.
But when we're finally safe? It's okay to stop fighting.
(Wobbly footsteps) Your mother does not deserve this.
You are going to make it up to her Here's some supper from last night.
Come; It's been a busy night.
Good morning Karl, how are you? He came here last night, He's one of the escaped Germans.
(Unintelligible) (Gospel music) Mrs.
Beaverton? (Gospel music continues) You're in the paper Gene.
You really should read this.
(Gospel music continues) by shalex