Munich: The Edge of War

Whoo-hoo!

- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo!

Let's be off, dear.

Hey, Ian! Are you surviving?

We should have a little bet. Ah!

Can I have some more champagne, please?

- We're not serving any more. - Oh, come on. Please.

I'm awfully sorry.

Please. Please!

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

What you English will never understand is...

is that it is a question of identity.

No, more than identity.

I'm talking about…

Hugh, wake up!

I'm talking about a country so...

I need to sleep.

Are you listening to me at all?

I'm listening. I'm listening to every word.

You're not listening.

- What are you doing? - Here is what I am gonna do.

I want to feel something real!

Here is something real!

Yes!

Bring it over! He's dying! He needs it!

- Behold the glassy waters of the Isis! - Shut up, Paul!

- Love you, too, even you doubters! - Oh, put a sock in it!

- Paul, come back! - We make hay today!

You know, the dream is coming to an end, and we have to celebrate that!

- We have to celebrate! Come on! - Oh, thank God. Tell him to get out.

If he wishes to go for a midnight swim, that's entirely his decision.

I don't want to go swimming.

I want to throw myself into the water in despair at our mad generation.

Excellent. Go ahead.

Ow!

Mm. Let me have it.

- Get crazy! - Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm. I…

Stop drinking.

Mmph.

Please.

Mmm.

Pl… please. Ugh.

- Mmm! - Come on! There's three of us here.

Mmm.

Now you're just doing it because I'm here.

Look at this boy.

So English. So English!

- Leave him alone! - Always this!

- What's wrong with being English? - This is what I've learned at Oxford.

- We have another lesson. - The great characteristic of the English…

- Mm-hm? - …is distance.

- Hmm. - Yes!

Not only from one another but from feeling.

- Mm. Mm-hm. - We are nothing but feeling.

- Mm-hm. - There's a new age beginning.

- Yes. - It's a bunch of thugs and racists.

Aaah!

- Germany is the proudest nation on earth. - Really?

You'll see when you stay with us in Munich. You'll see.

- Right. - I'll protect you.

No. It's my last one.

- We'll have to share. - I'll take it.

- You're good. - You can do it.

- Keep it in. - Mm-hm.

- Mm-hm? - Mm-hm.

- Okay, okay. - Is it hot?

It's our mad generation!

It's our mad generation.

- Beautiful. - Yeah.

Mmm.

Gas masks! Don't you want to come see?

- Just hold it steady. - Gas masks!

- Gas masks! Come and get your masks now! - Will you pull on that rope?

If you don't know how, I'll get your mother to show ya!

- Excuse me. - It's all right.

Right. Don't... Just shut it, and get on with it!

Now pull on the left!

That's it, gentle, not too much!

- You need to hold her steady. - Yeah!

Yes, that's good. Keep her steady.

That's better, lads. Now we're performing.

No, no, no, look. For God's sake, she's stuck on the stonework!

- Careful! - Just be gentle. Gentle.

- Come on! - What are you doing, wrenching it about?

- I'm trying! - Well, try...

This... this side.

Watch out!

Look, at the end of the day...

Is that right?

Come on, guys.

What's round there?

They'll stop anything flying.

I know. I said I'd be on time.

There's no need for the sackcloth and ashes.

- I was late myself. - Oh.

Thank you.

- What's this? - It's Arthur's gas mask.

I've just been to collect it.

Didn't realize they made them in children's sizes.

Well, it's new to all of us, isn't it?

Apparently, when the call comes, I have to put his on first.

- Tests motherly devotion, don't you think? - Hm.

Can I have a drink? I'm parched.

- Half a bottle of Chablis. - Certainly, Sir.

- Half? - Work.

- What's going on over there? - I can't talk about it.

I don't think anyone's listening.

Hitler wants the Sudetenland.

He expected the Czechs to roll over, but he's underestimated them.

- Yes, I... - They won't give it up without a fight.

If there's no agreement tomorrow, Germany will mobilize,

and France and Britain will be obliged to defend Czechoslovakia.

As soon as that happens...

Thank you.

Remember eating lunch here the day after the wedding?

Yes, Hugh. I got poisoned by that dreadful fish.

Yes. Sorry. God!

- Sorry, I forgot. - It's all right.

Still, it's one of the best spots in London.

Mm. Yes.

I wish we could go upstairs,

take a room, and stay in bed all afternoon.

Well, what's stopping us?

Arthur's with Nanny, and, well, this place hardly seems full.

Why don't you go and see if you can arrange it?

You know I can't.

- Do I? - I'm due back at 2:30.

- Why would you ask me... - You brought it up.

I'm trying to make an effort. As requested.

I know.

Mr. Legat, Downing Street is on the line for you.

Hell.

I have to take it.

Of course.

- I thought, perhaps, some privacy. - Thank you.

This is Legat.

I'm afraid you'll have to come back, old man. Cleverly's asking for you.

- Looks as though talking's over in Berlin. - Sh…

Sir Horace Wilson's flying home.

I'm on my way.

As fast as you can. He'll kill us both.

Shit.

- 83 Lord North Street, please. - What surname?

Lunch at the Imperial Grand in the middle of an international crisis.

Might be the way things are done in the Foreign Office...

I apologize, Sir. It won't happen again.

No explanation?

It's my wedding anniversary.

Congratulations.

There are times when one's family has to take a back seat.

Now is such a time.

- Has Syers filled you in? - I gather talks have broken down.

All hell's about to break loose. Hitler intends to mobilize tomorrow.

At six o'clock, the PM will make a radio broadcast to the nation,

and I'd like you to deal with the BBC.

Has any... Excuse me, Sir. Has anyone spoken to the Czechs?

What?

- I just thought that bringing the Czech... - I'm sure the PM

doesn't require suggestions from you, Legat.

Yes, Sir.

I have to say,

this comes at the worst possible time for us, Prime Minister.

Prime Minister, Sir Horace is here.

Well, it would seem you have some work to do, gentlemen.

- Please don't let me stand in your way. - Prime Minister.

Shall I show him in, Sir?

Oh, certainly.

Horace?

Thank you, Osmund.

- Prime Minister. - Aah.

I expect you're pleased to be back.

How was it? How did it go?

Ah, well, it started atrociously and went downhill from there.

Oh.

He won't wait a day longer before invading.

I warned him this morning that if the French fulfil their obligations,

then we'll have to go in with them.

What did he say to that?

- He smiled at me. - God!

Even more disconcerting than when he's shouting.

But the message was clear enough.

He's going to mobilise tomorrow.

This is London.

In a moment, you will hear the Prime Minister,

the Right Honorable Neville Chamberlain,

speaking from Number 10 Downing Street.

His speech will be heard all over the Empire,

throughout the continent of America,

and in a large number of foreign countries.

Mr. Chamberlain.

I want to say a few words to you, men and women of Britain and the Empire.

How horrible and fantastic it is

that we should be digging trenches and trying on gas masks here

because of a quarrel in a faraway country

between people of whom we know nothing.

Both Herr Hitler and the Czechs

have made their case regarding the Sudetenland passionately.