We Were the Lucky Ones

Previously, on We Were the Lucky Ones...

I have news from Lvov.

Herta made it safely.

They've all been assigned, uh, apartments, there's work.

Life is relatively calm.

Bella?

Together, from now on. I want to marry you.

Has something changed?

Nothing has changed for me.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

No, you've, you've done nothing wrong.

I need to do something. I want to do what you're doing.

Whatever it is that you are involved in, I-I want to be part of it.

We, we help in small ways.

- Ambassador Dantas! - Monsieur.

Am-Ambassador, please.

My name is Addy Kurc. I'm an electrical engineer.

If you're interested in applying for a visa,

you should visit the embassy.

I have. I've visited five times.

There is a ship leaving soon for Rio, the Alsina.

You should make sure you're on it.

What is this?!

You are Genek Kurc.

You have been deemed an enemy of the state.

Genek Kurc, you must come with us now.

Wait!

- No, Herta, go back inside! - Genek...

there are four NKVD upstairs.

They're turning our apartment upside down.

Do you really think I'm safer with them?

He's an enemy... then I'm a fucking enemy.

Arrest me, too.

Bravo... You play beautifully.

Do you know any Vaudeville?

I think I might.

- All this over a question on a form. Let it go, it's done.

I would've made the same choice.

You should've stayed home.

And been separated from you?

No.

Hey.

- You must. - No.

- No? - No.

- For the baby. - I can't.

I need air.

Join me, Herta.

Any cramps today?

No, but my body's numb.

Has the baby kicked recently?

Yes, yes, yes, last night.

Not a kick, more like a, like a turn.

Like a somersault.

Okay.

For your little gymnast.

One more time!

Thank you! Monsieur Fabian and Madame!

And now, a new performer to our nightly cabaret.

From the coastal hills of Catalonia, please welcome,

Sebastian Padilla!

Thank you, thank you.

Another brilliant show, Mr. Addy.

Maybe some Cole Porter for the end of the night.

I was thinking the same thing, Captain.

Addy Kurc. Welcome to the show.

I haven't seen you here before, unless I'm mistaken.

You are not. I'm not usually one for cabaret,

but we had to come see what all the fuss was about.

And has it lived up to the hype?

We have not left yet.

I'll take it as a triumph.

I am Madame Lowbeer, and this is my daughter, Elisabeth.

Pleasure to meet you both. Lowbeer, is that a Swedish name?

Swedish? No, we come from Czechoslovakia, or whatever is left of it. Prague.

Ah, charming city.

It strains to be, yes.

- And where do you come from? - Poland.

A Pole. I wouldn't have guessed.

You carry yourself like a Frenchman.

People on the ship call you the Master of Ceremonies.

I wear it as a badge of honor.

And why wouldn't you? It's very flattering.

I wondered if you originated it yourself.

You think I'm the kind of man who makes up

his own nickname and spreads it around?

I don't know what kind of man you are.

We met two minutes ago. You're certainly confident.

- I hope not arrogant. Maybe, maybe.

It would be earned, at least.

The show is a hit.

Thank you, but I'm just the wrangler.

The talent aboard this ship deserves most of the credit.

- Stop it, I despise modesty. - I said "most".

Sebastian Padilla, everyone!

How about some Cole Porter, huh?

The Master of Ceremonies is also a composer?

- Elisabeth. - Call me Eliska.

Eliska. What brings you back?

My mother fell asleep, so I thought I'd come see

if the show was still happening.

Sadly, everyone went to bed.

And yet you're still here. Is this your room as well?

Do you sleep on top of the piano?

I wish.

I hold a second-class ticket, so my cabin isn't quite so spacious.

But you come and go from this lounge as you please?

I think the captain appreciates my contributions to morale.

Hm, as he should.

Felt good tonight.

- What? - Forgetting...

even for a couple hours.

My mother would never admit it, but I know it helped her, too.

I could see the light return to her eyes.

So, are you a beneficiary of Ambassador Dantas's generosity?

Yes.

You?

A three-month visa burning a hole in my pocket.

- Hm. - From what I've heard,

he's helped many onboard.

I know, that's annoying.

I thought my mother and I were special.

So, are you going to play that for me or what?

Oh, no. No, no, no. It's not finished.

Bashful Addy, what's it about?

It's a lullaby... for my two-year-old niece, Felicia.

Aw... that's sweet.

Are you close, you and your niece?

We've never met.

You want music?

Come on.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

Bring this.

Mm, is that land?

We can't be in Brazil already.

No... no.

The boat, it's traveling east.

We're going in the wrong direction.

Halina...

I need those ABO vials from Group B.

They're just ready, Doctor.

Halina. - Sorry for the unscheduled visit,

but I come bearing gifts.

Rahel.

- I didn't mean to interrupt, I-- - It's fine, I was just on my way.

Rahel is doing a run through German territory.

IDs, medicine. Ten towns in two months.

Will you go through Radom?

I hear they're starting to seal off the ghetto.

We'll find a way. We always do.

I'm curious about these gifts.

Yes.

- Lactic acid? - I know it's hard to come by.

A forger's treasure.

These will get me two dozen IDs at least.

And an even rarer treasure.

Where did you get it?

The hospital cafeteria.

That is an extremely public space. You could have easily been spotted.

- Eggs can be procured elsewhere. - Can they?

You always complain the demand outweighs the supply

and you cannot make an ID without one.

Halina... working for Dr. Levenhed is a valuable position for us.

I'm aware of that, and he's very appreciative of my work.

Well, good. Keep it that way.

Of course.

I'm off.

We will see you soon.

Unless a Nazi bullet finds me first.

Rahel.

My God, it's hard to get you to laugh, huh?

Find the humor, friend.

Goodbye.

Thanks for the support.

I agree with her.

Would you have me lie to protect your pride?

I have been working for the Underground for nearly a year,

yet I'm still treated like a child being indulged and tolerated.

- I risk my life every day. - Yes, I know you do.

Jakob told me about your visits to NKVD headquarters.

- He what? - He's worried, as he should be.

Using the fake IDs I made you to tour the prison.

Are you insane?

Genek has been gone six weeks.

No information, no idea if my brother is alive or dead,

and, and Herta pregnant? It-It's maddening.

But if you get caught, it jeopardizes all of us.

I'm aware of the stakes, Adam.

Welcome.

You will work in the fields as we see fit,

and in exchange, we will provide you with living quarters

and three rations a day.

Follow the rules, you will eat.

Break the rules and you will not.

It is quite simple.

The nearest town is 10 kilometers from here.

The villagers have been notified of your arrival,

and they are not sympathetic.

So, if I were you, I would not try to leave.

We will be notified if you do.