♪ ♪ RADIO ANNOUNCER: No war material has been provided to the Allies as the situation is worsening by the day.

♪ ♪ MÄRTHA: People are suffering every day and the help from America hasn't come.

Why don't you do something yourself?

MÄRTHA: The good side of humanity will prevail.

(cheers and applause) FRANKLIN: You have a real message.

You're going on tour, Märtha.

Thank you.

(car approaching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (oscilloscope buzzing and ticking) (telephone ringing) LOCKARD: Opana Radar Unit, Private Lockard speaking.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

(hangs up) We can shut down now.

Wait a sec.

Can we keep it running until the others get here?

(radio chatter) Come on, Joe.

Sarge gave us permission to practice.

I need to learn how to operate the oscilloscope.

After all, what else should we do for the next hour?

Fine.

Thanks.

So... how do you measure the delay?

The phase shifter is controlled by the hand-wheel.

I see.

So when the sweep signal passes through it... Mm-hmm.

...you place the transmit pulse under this hairline.

Like this ... (oscilloscope ticks rapidly) Holy crap!

(tone holding, rapid ticking continues) LOCKARD: What's this?

ELLIOTT: I don't know.

Did you touch anything?

No.

I've never seen anything like it.

(rapid ticking continues) Maybe... Maybe we should call Command.

(scoffs): Don't be crazy.

It stopped being our problem at 7:00.

It's probably a malfunction or it's giving us a false reading.

What if it's not?

(rapid ticking continues) Okay.

(radio chatter, rapid ticking continues) Hello, sir?

This is Opana Radar Unit.

We have multiple aircraft approaching.

(rapid ticking continues) From the north; three points east.

It's an awful big grouping, sir.

All right.

Thank you, sir.

(hangs up) He said not to worry about it.

It's probably some B-17s expected in from San Francisco.

"Probably," huh?

(rapid ticking continues, seagulls squawking) So, no alarm, then?

Absolutely not.

So...

When the sweep signal passes through the phase shifter... (voice fading, radio chatter) (ticking continues, seagulls squawking) (object rattling) ♪ ♪ (planes approaching) ♪ When can I see you again?

♪ ♪ I've been waiting out here ♪ ♪ For so long ♪ ♪ And I don't seem ♪ ♪ To find a reason ♪ ♪ To keep building these castles ♪ ♪ Out of snow ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ They only melt away ♪ ♪ When spring is arriving ♪ ♪ And you won't be here ♪ ♪ Waiting to drag me down ♪ ♪ Into your pond ♪ Excuse me.

(distant telephone ringing) (indistinct chatter) It looks as if the Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor, sir.

There are great casualties.

Hm... Tell the secretary of the Navy to get his ass in here now.

Already on his way.

Missy?

Missy!

Yes-- sorry.

Get me the Senate majority leader on the phone!

Yes.

(quietly): Yes, yes.

Sorry.

I need the Senate majority leader now for the president.

(distant telephones ringing) ANNOUNCER (on radio): Here is the latest news from the situation in the Pacific.

REPORTER (on radio): Japan has attacked the American naval base of Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, in an airstrike.

The announcement was just issued by President Roosevelt.

ANNOUNCER: Go ahead, Honolulu.

(knock at door) Yes.

(speaking Norwegian): REPORTER (on radio): Many injured sailors and other servicemen.

Have certainly been scores, possibly hundreds.

(radio stops) (indistinct chatter) MÄRTHA: Franklin.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to lunch, Märtha.

You were right all along.

The war did catch up with us.

I'm so sorry.

(indistinct chatter) FRANKLIN: It's only a matter of time before Germany declares war on us.

We'll be hard-pressed to fight the battle on two fronts.

But German forces seems to be tied up at the east front.

After all, there are only so many Germans.

And America is such a powerful country.

Not as powerful as you might think.

It's going to take a long time for us to mobilize a strong military force.

I fear we'll suffer many more defeats before we can declare victory.

I should've seen it coming.

Franklin...

I read every report.

They... killed thousands of our boys, Märtha.

Like sitting ducks.

(sighs) It's not your fault.

(groans) (exhales deeply) ♪ ♪ I know how you feel.

Our military forces were unprepared, like yours.

But unlike you, we were outnumbered by the Germans.

And yet, we stood our ground.

We didn't give up.

Our men were motivated.

In their hearts and by their conviction, they fought for everything they love.

For freedom.

For our democracy.

The same values that Americans hold so dear.

Just imagine what your country could achieve if its citizens were motivated and unified.

But in the end, you lost, my dear.

No!

We didn't!

We just lost the first round.

The fight is not over yet.

Now, you go and motivate your people.

♪ ♪ FRANKLIN (in film): I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire.

(audience on film applauding) (cheers and applause on film) (cheers and applause in theater) (speaking Norwegian): ♪ ♪ (car passing, indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (men shouting, chatting) (Fleischer and Olav speaking Norwegian) OLAV: Uh... (murmurs) (scoffs) (sighs) OLAV: HAAKON (in Danish): (car approaching, Haakon sighs) ♪ ♪ (Eliza and Ragni laughing) ELIZA: Oh, the soup is ready.

RAGNI: I thought you were married.

I am married.

You try it.

You are a very modern lady.

I am a modern lady.

How is it?

RAGNI: Hm, maybe a bit more balls.

ELIZA: More balls?

RAGNI: Meatballs.

(laughing): Okay, we need some more balls.

(laughing): Maybe a bit... A little bit of salt.

We need some balls.

SIGNE (in Norwegian): WOMAN: It really was very good.

Missy?

MISSY (on phone): Your Highness, we need you to come to the White House immediately.

There's something you need to see.

♪ ♪ I don't understand-- what does it mean?

HOPKINS: The telegram was wired to the German authorities in Berlin.

Hitler's office, if you may.

FRANKLIN: Do you know a Mr. Johnsen?

Yes, several.

It's a very common Scandinavian name.

There is one Mr. Johnsen who is involved with the aid for Norway.

That's the one.

According to this telegram, you asked him for help to return to Norway with the children.

And he has now reached out to his German contacts in Berlin to facilitate your return.

But that's ludicrous.

I've hardly spoken to Mr. Johnsen.

And besides, if I wanted to go back to Norway, I would have done that a year ago, instead of taking the risk of crossing the Atlantic to come here.

♪ ♪ But, listen, I'm in the middle of a fundraising tour.

This, this just doesn't make sense!

I believe you.

Our concern is that there might be a conspiracy to kidnap you and the children.

If you disappeared, they could present this telegram as evidence that you voluntarily left the country to return home.

The children!

They're fine.

They're fine, Märtha.

Pooks Hill is on lockdown.

Given that some Norwegians are sympathetic to the National Socialist agenda, there's no telling who is loyal to whom.

As a precaution, we'll do a thorough vetting of anyone new who tries to get close to you from here on in.

I would also highly recommend that you cancel the rest of your tour.

(sighing) I'm sorry, Märtha.

This is the dark side of fame.

Putting yourself out in the public, you've made some very dangerous enemies.

♪ ♪ (rainfall, thunder rumbling) HAAKON (in Danish): OSCAR TORP (in Norwegian): (in Norwegian): TRYGVE LIE (in Norwegian): (thunder rumbling) NYGAARDSVOLD (in Norwegian) and LIE: ♪ ♪ (chair legs scrape on floor) (Lie speaking softly) ♪ ♪ (distant bell tolling) (laughter, chatter) (car horns honking, car door closes) HAAKON (in Danish): OLAV (in Norwegian): HAAKON: OLAV: (indistinct chatter) (both speaking Norwegian) Washington?

♪ ♪ (car drives off) ("Silent Night" playing, children laughing) MÄRTHA (in Swedish): (in Swedish): (music continues) MÄRTHA: (chuckles) (music continues, opening gift) (gasps softly) (both chuckling) ♪ ♪ RAGNI: (Einar speaking Norwegian) (car horn honks) MAN: Please identify yourself, sir.

I'm here to see my wife.

Your wife, sir?

JONES: I'll take this.

Awfully sorry, Your Highness.

It's no problem.

Thank you, Jones, for taking care of my family.

No problem, sir.

Drive on.

♪ ♪ (dog barking) (children laughing) (Märtha and children speaking Norwegian) (in Swedish): RAGNI (in Swedish): ♪ ♪ MÄRTHA: (Olav speaking Norwegian) OLAV: RAGNHILD (in Norwegian) and OLAV: (girls giggling) OLAV: (laughing) OLAV and MÄRTHA (in Norwegian): MÄRTHA and EINAR: Mm-hmm.

Fleximan-- wanna see?

RAGNI (in Norwegian): (in Norwegian): Mm... Hm?

(Harald and Astrid talking indistinctly) (in Swedish): Your pinky and your ring finger... HARALD: Look at this, Dad-- look what I can do.

ASTRID (in Norwegian): HARALD: Yes, it is!

No, it's not that way.

(clicks lighter) RAGNI (in Swedish): (speaking Norwegian): (pouring tea) (Nikolai agrees) (sighs) (both laughing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (speaking Norwegian): (speaking Swedish): ♪ ♪ NIKOLAI (in Norwegian): Merry Christmas.

(Ragni speaking Swedish, Nikolai speaking Norwegian) (exhales) ("Auld Lang Syne" playing) RAGNI: ♪ ♪ (voice breaking): NIKOLAI (softly): RAGNI (crying): (breath trembling) ♪ ♪ (exhales deeply) (engine idling, car door closes) Your Royal Highnesses, welcome.

Thank you.

MAN: Nice to see you, Your Highnesses.

WOMAN: Your Highness!

Märtha!

How nice to see you.

Welcome, you look ravishing.

Thank you.

Prince Olav.

Thank you so much for the invitation.

Glad you could come on such short notice.

Crown Prince.

Hello, Missy.

(giggling) It's a great pleasure to see you here again.

You, too, you, too, good to see you.

MÄRTHA: Missy.

Hello.

It's lovely to see you together.

The two of you are such a handsome couple.

(clears throat) Thank you.

I would very much like to have a word with you.

This evening, if possible.

Absolutely!

We shall talk, that we shall.

But you need a drink.

Come on in.

OLAV: I think we do.

FRANKLIN: Make yourselves at home.

(party chatter, music playing softly) (speaking Swedish): (speaking Norwegian): ELEANOR: Hello, Märtha!

Mm, Eleanor.

And Olav, how good to see you again.

So good to see you, so, how is the... How is the pacifist doing, now that America is at war?

ELEANOR: Well, more than anything, I am a realist.

If nothing else, war is good for the economy.

Excuse me.

MISSY: FD!

ELEANOR: Certainly.

OLAV: That's one way of looking at it.

MISSY: Cheers.

ELEANOR: And tell me, Olav, how is the king?

OLAV: He's doing fine.

You know, he, he wish could be here, but... MÄRTHA: Franklin.

Oh, Märtha.

What's with Missy?

She's fine.

I've got an idea.

I'll get the car.

Let's get out of here.

Franklin... (laughs): Come on.

ELEANOR: Yes, I do hope so, that would be lovely for... Märtha.

Excuse me, I have to... (exhales deeply) (breathing deeply) ♪ ♪ (exhales deeply) (gasps) Oh, Missy!

(drink spills) I'm sorry.

Oh, don't mind me, I'm just the trash can.

Missy... Don't touch me!

Just so you know...

He likes you only till you fall apart.

Just wait, you'll see.

(exhales) Keep your hands off FD, you hear?

You can (no audio) whoever you want in this country, but not him.

♪ ♪ (speaking Swedish): (speaking Norwegian): (Märtha stammers) ELEANOR: There you are, we're just being seated for dinner.

Aren't you coming?

MÄRTHA: Of course.

♪ ♪ (approaching footsteps) (opens door) (dog barking in distance) (hangers sliding) (exhales) (speaking Swedish): (children laughing in distance, dog barking) (closes suitcase) ♪ ♪ MAN: That's it, all the luggage is in the car, sir.

MAN 2: Thank you, Albert.

HARALD: Dad, please stay.

ASTRID (in Norwegian): (Olav grunts) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ RAGNHILD (in Norwegian): OLAV (in Norwegian): (dog whimpering) (door closes, engine starts) (dog barking) ♪ ♪ (sobbing) ♪ ♪ (crying) (both speaking Norwegian) ULLA: (Ulla sniffles) ♪ ♪ (bell ringing in distance) Aw... (knock at door) HAAKON (in Danish): ♪ ♪ (plane roaring overhead) (indistinct chatter) OLAV: (plane engine starting) (both speaking Norwegian) (Fleischer clears throat) MAN (in distance): TCA now boarding!

All aboard!

(plane engine starting) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) MÄRTHA: It's as if he's another person.

FRANKLIN: Hmm... MÄRTHA: He felt like a stranger.

FRANKLIN: Yes.

(fire crackling) I looked into his eyes, and I... didn't see the Olav that I know.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

I don't have anyone to talk to now.

About the important things.

Well, except me.

Except you.

(clock chiming hour) ♪ ♪ FRANKLIN: Missy!

Missy.

♪ ♪ (audio muffled): Missy!

Missy!

Call an ambulance!

♪ ♪ (audio distorted) (audio returns) MAN: All right, looks like everything's under control.

Everybody, head back to your positions.

(ambulance engine running) (man talking indistinctly) (exhales) I don't know.

(indistinct chatter) (ambulance siren wailing) We should go back in, we have so much work to do.

MAN: I feel so bad for Missy.

I really do hope she comes around.

(indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ FRANKLIN: Märtha?

Märtha... Where are you going?

I have to leave.

(sighs): Missy will be fine.

She'll be fine.

Come back inside, please.

No.

I have to go.

Märtha, please stay.

♪ ♪ ♪ It's a lovely day in May ♪ ♪ Summer is coming our way ♪ ♪ My baby and me are playing hide and seek ♪ ♪ And it's love that we're finding today ♪ ♪ It's a lovely day in June ♪ HARALD: Mom!

♪ Summer is humming a tune ♪ RAGNI and MÄRTHA (both in Norwegian): RAGNI (in Swedish) and CHILDREN: (dog barking, kids laughing) MÄRTHA (in Norwegian): RAGNHILD: Can we stay here all summer?

Yes, please!

RAGNHILD: I love the beach!

Me, too!

MÄRTHA (in Swedish): JONES: Mrs. Østgaard.

You have a guest.

Oh, is it Mrs. Forbes?

Yes, ma'am.

RAGNI and MÄRTHA (both in Swedish): MÄRTHA: CHILD: Promise.

(telephone ringing) RAGNHILD and ASTRID: When Godfather is coming, I'm gonna stay up all night.

ASTRID: MÄRTHA (in Norwegian): SIGNE (in Norwegian): ASTRID: Daddy!

RAGNHILD and ASTRID: OLAV (on phone, in Norwegian): RAGNHILD and OLAV: RAGNHILD and ASTRID: OLAV and RAGNHILD: OLAV: ASTRID: RAGNHILD: ASTRID and RAGNHILD: ♪ ♪ (hangs up) You're it!

MÄRTHA and ASTRID: ♪ ♪ (dog barking, kids playing) ♪ ♪ (Eliza and Ragni laughing) I must say you surprised me with that story.

Really?

Yes.

I never told this to anybody, not even Nikolai.

Well, your secret's safe with me.

Speaking of, I wouldn't mind giving that one a deep massage.

(both giggling) What's his name?

Jones, Agent Jones.

His first name is Agent?

Mm-hmm.

(giggles): How suitable!

(laughter) I actually have no idea what his first name is.

Oh, damn, I'm out of cigarettes.

You can have one of mine.

No, thanks.

I need my brand.

I should have a pack in the car.

I'll go check up on the children.

And I'll check up on Jonesy there.

You're terrible.

That I am.

(laughs) (chuckles) Cigarettes.

Ma'am.

♪ ♪ MAN: President's coming!

(cars approaching) (car door closes) (branches rustling) (car doors open and shut) (switch clicks) (music playing) Thank you.

Hm.

I get a feeling you've been trying to avoid me lately.

I've just been busy, that's all.

Hm, you sure?

How is Missy?

She's holding up.

Her sister takes good care of her.

How is she, Franklin?

She's partially paralyzed.

She can barely speak.

It was a severe stroke.

(sighs) Will she recover?

(sighs) (waves crashing) (clicking switch repeatedly) ♪ ♪ (water churning) (crickets chirping) JONES: Looking for Mrs. Forbes?

(sighs): Yes.

I saw her a while ago.

She went to get something out of her car.

♪ ♪ Listen, Franklin, I...

I came out here because I needed some time to think.

Well, well...

Thinking is overrated.

Feelings, on the other hand, they never lie.

But sometimes they get all muddled.

Do they?

Yes.

Hm... And in these times, one needs to keep a clear head and not let emotions get the better of you.

(Franklin breathes deeply, phone ringing) Agent Jones speaking.

(man speaking on other end) Woo-hoo!

Oh, where were you?

Nowhere.

I was just getting some fresh air, you know.

When?

(man responds on phone) Understood.

What is it that you're trying to tell me, Märtha?

Well, I... Sir!

We have a situation.

I need you both to come with me now.

MÄRTHA: What is it?

Is someone here?

JONES: Get everyone to safety.

Code Red!

This is not a drill!

What?

Ma'am, take Eliza, go find the children, and go to your room-- lock your door, now!

What's happened?

I don't know.

Go inside, come on.

(men shouting) ♪ ♪ Where are my children?

They're covered upstairs, ma'am.

I want them with me.

I understand, but right now it's safer to keep them upstairs.

Safer?

For whom?

Trust me.

I have two of my best men with them.

(key rattles) Go down to the basement, lock the door, and do not open for anyone other than me, okay?

(footsteps approaching) (door locks) MAN: All right, blue team, you're on me!

(rapid footsteps overhead) What is happening, Franklin?

(sighs): I don't know.

But there's no sense worrying until we know there's something to worry about.

Come, sit.

Relax.

(exhales) Take a deep breath.

(breathes deeply) Very good.

We'll be all right.

(rumbling, running overhead) MAN: Agent Smith, you're on the kitchen.

Yes, sir!

All right, now!

Blue team, report!

♪ ♪ (creaking) I had the strangest dream last night.

About what?

I was at the helm of a great ship.

An old three-masted bark, plowing through the massive waves on the ocean.

(creaking continues) My clothes were drenched by salt water spray from the blowing wind, and, and the ship was rolling heavily from side to side.

But still, I felt in complete control.

Much more alive than when I'm awake.

Sounds like a wonderful dream.

Oh, it was.

Until I noticed that the knots on the ropes holding the sails were starting to loosen.

I called out to the crew to tighten them.

But there was no crew.

Suddenly, the sails just blew off the masts and took to the sky, like a flock of large, white birds.

And as I turned around, I saw a massive wave approaching, three times larger than any of the others.

And I knew.

Everything was coming to an end.

(creaking) Without you, Märtha, my ship has lost its sails.

♪ ♪ (panting) (sniffs) (speaking Norwegian): (both speaking Norwegian) NIKOLAI: HOPKINS: We have confirmed intel of at least two groups of Nazi saboteurs within our borders.

They are most probably armed.

Prepared to strike tactical targets with explosives.

Why Long Island?

Why so close to Märtha's summer house?

We are not sure if there is any connection, Mr. President.

HOPKINS: Could be a coincidence.

Or not.

(pounds desk): Find them!

I don't care what it takes.

You better damn well find them!

HOPKINS: Yes, Mr. President.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ FRANKLIN: The ones who confessed revealed plans of other operations.

MÄRTHA: All this violence, all this security.

FRANKLIN: Better safe than sorry.

ELIZA: There's an ice cream place down the road.

Do you mind if I take them?

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