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Who are you?

You will tell me who you are.

I ask you who you are.

How many have you killed by your hand?

By your deed?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Who are you? Fucking tell me who you are!

Then I will tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Budnarski. Took Cyanide as I entered his apartment.

And I'm here why?

He's an English citizen apparently.

What's our friend from the Gestapo doing here?

We're all friends in Budapest.

Why presume he's English?

The girl told us.

Who is she?

Who are you?

I'm a whore.

And I'm still O -20 Pengo.

Stop, stop, stop.

The beach has to be.

Get her out of here, now.

Night tricker, Peanut.

Nearly bit my tongue off.

But we're still confirmed, yes?

Our deal?

Hit it.

You know, most of Poland are dying to leave.

And you're desperate to get back in. Just give me one reason.

That they'll have my country.

The stock aren't of every lunatic volunteer we reject.

Is that your father's Catholic guilt -talking or your mother's Jewish

stubbornness? Either way, it's still the wrong reason.

Then you tell me the right one.

You know this is all a game, and you still want to play it.

Give me false papers and I'll be back in a week, I've planned.

You get your mother what's in it for us. I'll do what Bednarski can't.

Now he's dead on that trolley.

Take the pulse, your communique, and bring back the microphone.

Did you care for Bednarki?

No.

Did you?

All right.

I've come about the photography job.

From London.

Any trouble?

I didn't think you would make it.

You've delivered a diversion, disinformation for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not to trust anybody.

Then you'll go far.

Microfilm. Make sure it gets back to London.

We don't have the luxury of wasting volunteers on diversions here in Warsaw.

Is there something else?

I need help.

Personal matter.

Full paper for my mother.

Find another fool.

I don't need any more names they can torture out of me before they bury me in

pit.

I was a good girl all week. My mom was so pleased.

It made me happy too.

The priest said I was a devil. My mother said deep down I was good.

I will bite.

I will claw.

I will rise.

I will soar.

I was wicked again.

Some woman locked me in a dark place and told me her fairy tale.

Once upon a time, a kind woman rescued her little bird from hunters,

but she knew its only chance of survival lay with it being tamed.

Stena? What are you doing here?

I was evicted from my place.

And it wasn't safe here for your mother.

Where did she go? I've seen her at St. Paul Church.

The one on Zorska.

I think she's found Jesus.

You sky me.

Good.

I'm going to find my mother.

You're coming back, yes?

We all fell for you, you know?

All the boys in our class.

And all the girls, too.

It wasn't me.

It was just the thrill of being led astray.

I have to go.

What are you doing here?

I run the cleaning crew I came to have a look at the place

There is a lot of work to do

Who are you?

Nobody.

I got here as soon as I heard you were coming.

What exactly did you hear?

It's me with my mother and father.

They died soon after.

I want this building spotless. It stinks of vermin.

This is the reaction.

Today you killed a representative of the Reich.

This betrayal of our paternal love cannot go unpunished.

I came to save you.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have a route.

Together we can make it.

And that's why you're here?

Yes.

I know who you are, Chris.

Those children, you saw.

They need me.

I teach them here in secret.

Teach them what?

That you don't need bombs or guns to fight.

And I know who you are as well.

Who?

The thing stopping old Jew I left behind two years ago.

Do you remember the last time I did that?

The one who jumped from the bridge. I bet you forgot his name. Of course I

didn't.

Then why don't you cry?

If you come with me, I'm ready to learn.

Come with me.

Go. Go.

Go.

and ask you who you are.

Who are you? Fucking tell me who you are!

I'll tell you.

Pick it up!

Now put it in your mouth.

Impulsive, irresponsible, lack of realistic goals.

Men. Lots of them.

Completed 13 successful missions into Poland. That's lots of them, too.

And why was that?

Got an itch you can't scratch?

Remind me about your first one.

I delivered you the microfilm.

Without ever explaining what went wrong.

Germany invaded Poland, didn't you know?

My daughter has gone.

They caught her, didn't they? Who?

Your mother.

Now you're going to say it's none of your fucking business.

She went to redeem herself.

It's none of your fucking business.

You're a burnout who's forgotten how to play the game.

Are you of sound mind?

I wouldn't be here if I was.

Remind me, how many missions have you completed?

Curb -crawling old Compton Street doesn't count.

While he's thinking, maybe you can explain why I'm here?

Good question.

Why you're here?

Because you're our best candidate for pastures new, as my friend here well

knows.

Let me just sketch out some of the broad details first.

You're Pauline Granville, a teacher.

You'll be dropped into France at the next full moon. An RV with our man on

ground, Roger. He's the very best we've got.

He's also in deep with the Marquis. The so -called French resistance.

To the displeasure of certain members of the executives, who we've made promises

that we're bound to keep.

We're sending the Marquis a little gift.

What kind of gift?

Howitzers.

Lots of them.

So, it's your job to do what Roger can't.

Be our safety net on the ground.

It'll be the biggest weapon landing behind enemy lines that's ever been

undertaken. With the successful outcome resting in your reckless hands.

Christine, a bloody cigar bag.

Now keep that mask in place.

As soon as you hit the ground, find your safe house.

Then get Roger's location for the tobacco.

Remember, Christina, any trouble, you call it off.

Thank you.

Do you want some?

Thanks.

My name is Pauline.

A fitting

charm.

Dean Garrett.

Here, here.

You're not from this path.

Is it that obvious?

I'm from the city, looking for a job. Glad to get away.

Don't be. It's worth here.

Thank you. Is that enough?

It's too much.

Extra for the bread.

Thank you.

This is my drop schedule.

I drive these roads all day, if you need me.

Great.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Stop! Arrêtez -vous, mademoiselle.

Wait until I get you home. You're with us now.

The bus will cover.

Here he comes now.

Excuse me, monsieur.

I wonder if you can help me.

Um... Hello, Leon.

I'm lost.

I... I'm a teacher. I came about a job. I'm looking for the school.

From Leon?

Oui, monsieur.

That's a long way to travel what have you got there?

It's my family

Around my neck

Sure

Open your ears. Follow the sound.

Smile.

Next time.

A militia officer is coming. Don't look.

You'll get a look out.

I'm Mademoiselle Granville.

I'm a teacher looking for work.

Smile. Smile.

Shake my hand.

Well done.

Is he behind me now?

Nod.

When he comes back, tell him you had no work for me.

Keep smiling.

Nod. that you understand.

Not good.

Because if you say anything different, when I'm caught, I'll tell them you

helped me and they'll bury us in a pit side by side.

Do you understand?

Okay.

Now, you're going to ring your bell.

Ring?

No luck?

Unfortunately.

Don't say you weren't warned about this place.

I will leave in ten minutes.

Sit.

Thank you.

Beautiful birds.

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

He's going in the back.

Impossible, monsieur.

He's worth more than all of us put together.

Well, maybe not him or myself, but us, yes.

We go different directions from here.

Who were those men in the back of the truck?

Resistance fighters.

And they went to Dean Garrison to die for their own cause.

There you go.

Slowly, Monsieur.

A pretty girl will choose my grave one day.

But not just yet.

You must be Armand.

I must be.

Right and left are Armand's men, sent here to collect you.

The one in the middle, we thought was you.

She was my diversion.

How many have you lost?

Half dead.

The rest have scattered.

And how do you communicate my landing?

Through the cloth.

Tobacco sensor.

He picks up and delivers my messages.

And why isn't he up there as well?

Because he's a mole.

The Germans must have turned him.

Your circuit's blown.

I'm calling it off.

Fuck you.

Fuck your call.

Launched on promises cannons.

You vowed that you'd make them keep that promise.

We died on that vow!

Stand down.

Stand down.

I know where you are.

And where's that?

Home. Waving goodbye.

Typical Frenchman.

Always the victim.

Smug Englishman.

Save on your shitty little island.

And if it was the other way around, you never would have come to help me.

I would have died for you, my brother.

And you.

I don't know what cold grave they dug you up from.

But this, this is my land.

You've no idea how it feels to watch it wash away with your

people's blood.

Curse you all!

London with their games and you with your secrets!

Come on.

Amon, for God's sake, where are you going?

A weapon stamp. A twelfth.

All we've left.

In 24 hours we regroup.

And then we come out of the shadows to end it like soldiers.

There's no point in showing me.

My promise to our mum.

Our landing strip.

Howitzer's up here would have changed everything.

Do you risk the pilot's life down there now?

I'd rather not, sir.

We're sending Armand to his death.

There's no redemption for us.

What if we send the Germans to our mall?

We've got their mall.

When's the club's next pick -up?

Tomorrow.

St. Jude's Shrine.

It's my vet.

Now we'll all have a fighting chance.

Now get me somewhere to raid your London.

I'm true.

Amen. Message received.

It's finally over.

With those weapons.

Ommon could have retaken the whole valley. I told them it's safe.

They approved the weapons landing.

We come out of the shadows and fight.

You ever think about home?

Wondering about tomorrow is enough.

Where is home?

I thought you'd given up on keeping secret.

Townhouse by the Thames.

Family waiting there.

When were you last there?

Long time to wear a mask.

My son had grown and my wife seemed different.

And I realized they were the same.

I was the one who had changed.

No, it's your turn.

Over here.

No one important. I was a teacher. Well, I still am a teacher.

Now I'm just here, looking for work.

I'd better get to a 12 vert.

If German trucks drive by in the morning, he'll know the clock's passed

message.

You'll have to kill him, you know.

Have you done it before?

I mean the real you, under that mask.

Better at running away.

Just don't look in his eyes.

Pauline Granville.

Liar.

Tell the truth.

I am.

Tell the truth.

Liar.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville.

Kind and true.

Who are you?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Today I fixed my bike.

I spun the wheel so fast it humped like a swarm of bees.

I was scared, but I reached in any way and broke my arm.

Sometimes you have no choice.

Hey.

Who are you? Where can we go?

You're right.

It went back.

That was our German truck.

No, no, no.

Thank you.

Counting 93 dead.

Take everything.

You must wipe it from your thoughts.

Wipe it from your thoughts.

Wipe what?

Killing the club.

I'm haunted by other ghosts.

Roger said he was your first.

Mine was in the last war.

Only thing...

These hands ever did back then was work the

land.

After my sergeant found me neck deep in blood, that old sergeant

put his arm around me.

All he could say was, wipe it from your thoughts.

I knew there was more, but...

I couldn't find the words.

It's a foolish advice, anyhow.

You've got more to say, haven't you?

Before I tell you, you must promise not to think of me as a son of a bitch.

Of course.

How could I ever think that about you?

I thought you were London's puppet.

I'm sorry.

I misjudged you.

And I'm glad you changed your mind.

You know why I did?

Prove a son of a bitch wrong.

Ray was a liar.

Aren't you, girl?

Ah, Roger.

How's it looking?

The German patrol's never passed.

The mountain roads are clear.

Good enough.

You. Come here.

Don't be shy.

You're one of us now.

So put a smile on your face.

Take their trucks to the landing strip.

In a couple of days, we have every metal to hold.

Then, the Bokor is ours!

They're starting to gather.

Everyone's asking after you.

I found them in the town hall.

Vichy travel passes.

The rich and powerful ones use them to escape through Spain.

I saw this one there.

Then she's done for, like us.

What's wrong?

What?

London's cancelled our landing.

They've confirmed a full -scale invasion is happening instead.

Our orders are to proceed as if the landing's still on.

And tell no one of the change of plans.

For our own safety.

The whole town could turn against us now.

They used us.

They used us to sell the line.

It's better this way.

Isn't it?

We can go home.

Your chance to find yourself again.

That land has gone forever.

A coward's keepsake.

I'm a conchie.

A pacifist.

When my work declared, I refused to fight.

Caught quite a bit.

My brother joined up in a shot.

I loved him, of course I did, but... The last thing I said to him was, I

hope I never see you again.

He was killed here in France.

So he took his place.

And now here I sit.

A man with blood on his hands and no convictions.

We all hide ourselves.

Such a happy little girl.

I stole it to remind myself who I'm supposed to be.

Keep your feather.

Now you have to do the same as me.

This is Lady O 'Longworth.

Before we begin, please listen to some personnel messages.

Our message will carry a penny for your thoughts.

This will confirm the landing.

A raincoat for the sun.

The fish walks on water.

A penny for your thoughts.

I was a good girl again.

Mama was so pleased.

She said, the sun will shine on us forever now.

I waited on my window to see if she was right.

I was sad for my mother.

Because the night came back like it always does.

You're late. We should already be at the landing strip. Yes. I will explain

everything once we're far away.

Well, what the hell is this?

Don't look at that. Forget about it. And forget about the landing strip.

What are you talking about?

There is no landing.

There isn't gonna be any landing.

How could you know that?

Stop the car!

Not until we're far away. How could you not put it in record?

No, get in the car.

No, Pauline.

Don't touch this.

What's that?

Leave it in the car. I will explain it later.

Please. I'm doing this for you. No, no, no.

You have to trust me.

I'm doing this for you.

Where did you get these passes?

Pauline, I beg you, don't do this.

I will make everything better. You will see. Please trust me.

Please.

Look

what

you've done.

Liar.

Give it to me, please.

I'm no liar.

I fought for France for one day before I was caught. I tried to kill myself, but

the German officer asked me to escape.

He threw his needle in the dead.

He was the fisherman, and I was his death.

It got me out, knowing another would crawl back.

I saw him.

I saw him with the police.

You saw what you wanted to see.

He was just playing the game.

His German payroll money.

I stole it.

I was clean away.

But I came back.

Even though I know who you really are.

Who am I?

A fraud.

Because indeed you care about their cause.

The thrill.

The hardest lie to recognize.

The one you tell yourself.

I admit you didn't come back for me.

You came back for Pauline.

You gave me the courage that...

She's the reason I've got you a ticket out of this black forest.

You, me, and Pauline.

It's my chance to save us all before it's too late.

Too late for what?

Don't you see?

Sometimes you have no choice.

Okay. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Where's Butcher? Take her.

It's my...

Speak.

Speak.

Speak. Speak. Speak. Speak.

Speak. Speak.

Speak.

No. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.

Please, please.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. No.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You... Yes. You gave us Etro Albert.

Why are you being so miserable?

What is this?

Not enough to get us over the border and the slipstorm.

Is that that?

Dear Americana, what do you think?

We think it's over.

Firstly, we take these bunch of fishers with them.

Then we order to reinforce the coast.

Yeah, I think it's over too.

I stole my mother's food today.

And locked myself in a dark place.

I see it now.

I was never trapped in here.

She was trapped out there.

It is gone. She went to redeem herself.

Who's that somewhere else, you fool?

We're on the same side.

You're reckoning.

Here for your commandant.

Your wounded will pass soon, with 50 ,000 bloodthirsty Americans close

We offer them cigarettes, too.

Get out of my way.

You know nothing.

You guys are all I've got for all of us.

Then take what they're offering.

Otherwise, go to hell.

I'll see you there.

Look at him.

You're looking into a mirror.

You're to free the prisoners.

Then I'll see you safely over the border.

And who are you?

You're the only one left, aren't you?

Pauline, the last of the resistance fighters.

That fool Dubois told me all about you.

Lying to yourself that you came here to set them free.

You came here to... to die with them.

Not that.

Your war is lost, yet still you kill.

What are you looking for?

There isn't a care.

I was searching for one too.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time, there was a kind woman who rescued

a little bear from hunters.

Having no children of her own, she devoted her life.

to taming its savage nature.

Uh -huh.

But her methods were cruel.

She caged it and chained it and only let it out with a hook through its

nose. You said she was kind.

She was.

She loved the little bear very much, but she knew its only chance of survival

lay with it being tamed.

I'm nobody's pet.

No, Commandant.

That is very clear.

If you'd just let me finish.

Of course, of course, go ahead.

One morning, having lost all hope, the woman went to the cage to hand the

bear back to the hunters.

But she found a miracle instead.

The bear was gone.

A pretty little girl had taken its place.

The girl looked at her mother with love in her eyes and started to dance.

Poor little bird.

My mother used to cry while she told the story.

But I never did, because I made my own ending.

Tell me.

You see,

All the little bear had learned was how to disguise its true nature.

And now it was even more deadly, because it was finally free to bare its teeth.

And with its human mask, no hunter would see it coming.

Enough stalling.

The kind woman should have left the hunted to their work.

No need now.

You weren't worth the bullets in Warsaw.

You weren't worth a bullet in Warsaw.

You're not worth one now.

Your guns!

Organize a firing squad and finish the prisoners in the yard.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Okay.

Why won't you stop?

Don't move!

Why don't you stop?

Mädchen, oh Mädchen, du einsames Kind,

wir hergedanken, du

gefällst meinen Garten.

Got the howitzer on you.

You still miss it, don't you?

How could I?

Surrounded by all this romance and adventure.

In spite of that, I hope you'll take me up on my offer.

A test job.

At least here I get some exercise with my milk.

Anyway, turns out I'm a natural.

They're promoting me to clean the manager's office next week.

Oh. And when he's rude, I'll dream about unsheathing my old dagger and stabbing

him to his cold, contented heart.

I'm joking, of course.

You know, you're lying to yourself if you think this is really you.

The hardest lie to recognize is the one you tell yourself.

You knew all along there was no weapons landing, didn't you?

Did I?

What about you, Christina?

What did you know deep down?

Go back, Christina.

If you change your mind about the job.

I'll leave a note on the cigarette paper.

Do you remember when I first volunteered in Budapest?

How could I forget?

You told me I had to learn to play the game.

How else would one survive in the shadows?

Well, through it all, I never once played the game. Do you know why?

Because it was the only time in my life I didn't have to.

I could just be me.

And I enjoyed every second of it.