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Who... are you?

You're going to tell me who you are.

I ask who you are.

How many have you killed with your own hand?

With your actions?

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

Who are you?

Tell me who the hell you are!

Then I'll tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Bednarsky. Took cyanide when I entered his apartment.

And why am I here?

He is an English citizen, apparently.

What is our friend from the Gestapo doing here?

Mm, we are all friends in Budapest.

Hm.

Why assume he is English?

The girl said it.

Who is she?

Who are you?

I am a whore.

And I still have

20 pengo deposit.

Stop. Stop.

The old woman has tuberculosis.

Get her out of here. Now.

Snyggt trick, Krystyna.

I almost bit my tongue off.

But we still agree, right? Our deal?

Stig in.

You know, most people in Poland desperately want to get out of here,

and you desperately want back in. Give me a reason.

Because I love my country.

Ah. The standard response from all the crazy volunteers we reject.

Is it your father's Catholic guilt that speaks,

or your mother's Jewish stubbornness?

Either way, it's the wrong reason.

Then you can tell me the right one.

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

Give me fake papers, and I'll be back in a week as planned.

Mm.

You get your mom, what do we get?

I'll do what Bednarski can't, now that he's dead on that stretcher.

Take your communiqué to the Poles and take back their microfilm.

Did you care about Bednarski?

The best.

Did you?

Hey, stupid woman. Hide! It's still curfew.

-Gus, come. -Wait.

I came about the photography job.

From London.

Any problems?

I didn't think you 'd make it.

You have delivered a diversionary maneuver,

disinformation for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not to trust anyone.

And you will go far.

Microfilm. Huh.

Make sure it comes back to London.

We don't have the luxury of wasting volunteers.

on diversionary maneuvers here in Warsaw.

Is there something more?

I need help. A personal matter.

-Fake papers for my mother. -Oh.

Find another idiot.

I don't need any more names they can torture out of me.

before they bury me in a pit.

Maman.

Maman.

"I was a good girl all week."

Mom was so happy.

That made me happy too.

The priest said I was a devil.

My mother said that deep down I was good.

I'm going to get bitten.

I'm going to get scratched.

I'm going to get up.

I... will... float.

I was mean again.

A woman locked me in a dark place

and told me his tale.

Once upon a time,

a kind woman who saved her little bird

from hunters,

but she knew that its only chance to survive

"was in being thanked."

Christina?

What are you doing here?

I was evicted from my place,

But it wasn't safe here for your mother.

Where did she go?

I've seen her in some old church.

The one at Wowska.

I think... she has found Jesus.

Christina...

You scare me.

Good.

I'm going to find my mother.

You'll be back, huh?

We all fell in love with 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 seduced.

I have to go.

Who are you?

Hide! They're taking over the building.

-Who then? -Germans.

What is she doing here?

I-I-I run the cleaning company.

I came to look at the place.

There is a lot of work to do.

And who are you?

No.

II came here as soon as I heard you were coming.

What exactly did you hear?

That I should be afraid.

And... are you?

Yes.

That's me with my mother and father.

They died shortly after...

I want this building sparkling clean.

It stinks of vermin.

Yes.

Stop!

Christina, spring!

Come back here!

Out!

Citizen of Warsaw.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Today you killed a representative of the Empire.

This betrayal of our paternal love cannot go unpunished.

Get out! Get out, quickly!

Citizen of Warsaw.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Hello, little bear.

I came to save you.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have the route.

Together we can do it.

And that's why you're here?

Yes.

Don't lie to me.

Why else would I come back?

I know who you are, Krys.

Those children you saw.

They need me.

I teach them here in secret.

Teach them what?

That you don't need arms or weapons to fight.

You're not coming with me, are you?

And I know who you are too.

He comes?

The same stubborn old Jew I left two years ago.

Do you remember the last time I did that?

Yes.

Those two boys.

You were so mean to them.

You broke their hearts.

The one who jumped off the bridge. I bet you've forgotten his name.

Of course I don't have it.

Why aren't you crying then?

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

Come with me.

Please.

Yes.

Run. Run, run!

Who are you?

Who are you?

I ask you...

who you are.

Who are you? Tell me who the hell you are!

I'll tell you.

You are a fraud.

Pick it up.

Please. Do it!

Please, don't do it.

Pick it up!

Pick it up.

Now put it in your mouth.

Impulsive, irresponsible,

lack of realistic goals.

Men, lots of them.

Completed 13 successful missions in Poland.

There are also many of them.

And why is that?

Do you have an itch you can't scratch?

Remind me of your first one.

I delivered the microfilm to you.

Without ever explaining what went wrong.

Germany invaded Poland, didn't you know that?

My daughter is gone.

They took her, didn't they?

- Who? - Your mother.

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

She went to make amends.

It's none of your fucking business.

You are a burned-out person who has forgotten how to play the game.

Are you in your right mind?

I wouldn't be here if I was.

Remind me, how many missions have you completed?

Pickpocketing on Old Compton Street doesn't count. While

He thinks, can you maybe explain why I'm here?

Good question.

Why you are here

is because you are our best candidate for new hunting grounds,

as my friend here knows very well.

Let me just outline some of the broad details first.

You are Pauline Granville, a teacher.

You will be dropped off in France at the next full moon,

and meet our man in the field, Roger.

He is the absolute best we have.

He is also deeply involved with the Maquis.

The so-called French Resistance.

To the displeasure of some members of management,

We have made promises that we are bound to keep.

We're sending Maquis a small gift.

-What kind of gift? -Howitzers.

Many of them.

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

to be our safety net in the field.

It will be the biggest

the gun landing behind enemy lines

that has ever been carried out.

With the successful outcome resting in your careless hands,

Krystyna-jävla-Skarbek.

Now hold the mask in place.

As soon as you land, find your safe house.

Then find Roger's place at the tobacconist.

Remember, Christina...

If there is a problem, cancel.

Crest, tack.

Do you want?

Tack.

My name is Pauline.

Dubois.

A matching charm.

A passenger left it.

Storybooks.

Dean Garrison.

Stay away.

You're not from here.

Is it that obvious?

I'm from the city, looking for a job.

Happy to get away.

Don't be. It's worse here.

- Thank you. - Is that enough?

-That's too much. -Extra for the bread.

Tack.

Ah, uh, this is, uh, my... delivery schedule.

I drive these roads all day,

if you need me.

The top.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Stop, mademoiselle.

Your mean husband.

Please, madam.

THANKS.

You have to turn around.

...at number six is ​​gone.

There are actually fewer.

She is looking at it.

The boss will take her.

Here he comes now.

Excuse me, monsieur. I wonder if you can help me.

One...

Who are you?

I'm lost, I...

I'm a teacher. I came about a job.

I'm looking for the school.

From Lyon?

Yes, sir.

-Merci. -It's a long way to travel.

What do you have there?

It's my family.

Around my neck.

Uh...

Certainly.

Open your ears.

Follow the sound.

Uh.

The

next time.

Okay.

Don't talk.

Just do as I say.

A militia officer is coming. Don't look.

You're going to get us killed.

I am Mademoiselle Granville.

I am a teacher looking for work.

The.

The.

Shake my hand.

Well done.

Is he behind me now?

Nick.

When he comes back,

Tell me you didn't have any work for me.

Keep smiling.

Nod that you understand.

Nod. Good.

Because if you say anything else when I get caught,

I'm going to say you helped me, and they're going to bury us

in a pit side by side.

Do you understand?

Okay.

Not...

Should you ring your bell?

Ring your bell.

Hello. No luck?

Unfortunately.

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

I'm leaving in 10 minutes.

His.

Tack.

-You're welcome. -Merci.

Beautiful bird.

Tack.

Oh my God.

He goes in the back.

Impossible, monsieur.

He is worth more than all of us combined.

Well, maybe not mademoiselle, but we, yes.

Back.

Back.

You can pass.

There is enough space.

I don't understand.

No!

Sir!

Please.

Oh, my precious chicken.

We'll go our separate ways from here.

Who were the men in the back of the truck?

Oh.

Resistance fighters.

They would be disarmed,

to die for his lost cause.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Sakta, sir.

Uh...

I hope a beautiful girl chooses my grave one day.

But not quite yet.

Roger.

Pauline.

You must be Armand.

I must be.

To the right and left are Armand's men, sent here to get you.

The one in the middle...

...we thought it was you.

She was my diversion.

How many have you lost?

Half dead.

The rest are scattered.

And how did you communicate my landing?

Via La Clope, the tobacconist.

He picks up and delivers my messages.

And why isn't he up there too?

Because he's a mole.

The Germans must have turned him around.

Your network is broken.

I'm canceling it.

Fuck off.

Shit in your decision.

London promised us cannons.

You swore you would make them keep that promise.

He died for that promise!

Back.

Back.

I know where you are.

And where is it?

Home.

Waving goodbye.

Typical French people. Always the victim.

Hmm. Sneaky Englishman.

Safe on your fucking little island.

And if it were the other way around,

You would never have come to help.

I would have died for you, my brother!

And you...

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

...but this...

...this is my country.

You have no idea.

how it feels

to see this washed away with the blood of your people.

Cursed be you all!

London... with its games...

and you with your secrets.

Come on.

Armand, for God's sake,

Where are you going?

In vapengömma. Green Star.

All we have left.

In 24 hours we will regroup.

And then... we come out of the shadows,

to finish it off as soldiers!

There's no point in showing me.

My promise to Armand.

No runway.

Howitzers up here had changed everything.

Are you risking the lives of the pilots down there now?

I would rather not say that.

We're sending Armand to his death.

There is no escape for us.

What if we send the Germans to Armand?

We have their mole.

When is La Clope picking up next?

Tomorrow.

St Jude's Shrine.

Green Star.

Now Armand has a chance to fight.

Now give me a place to radio call London from.

Coast clear.

I'm here.

Message received.

It's finally over.

With those weapons, Armand could have retaken the entire valley.

I told them it's safe.

They approved the weapons landing.

We come out of the shadows and fight.

Do you ever think about home?

Wondering about tomorrow is enough.

Where is home?

I thought you had given up on keeping secrets.

Townhouses on the Thames.

Family waiting there.

When were you last there?

Feels like years.

Long time to wear a mask.

My son had grown, and...

My wife seemed different.

And I realized they were the same.

It was me who had changed.

Now it's your turn.

Who are you?

No one important. I...

was a teacher. Yes, I'm still a teacher.

Now I'm just here...

and looking for work.

I should probably go to Etoile Vert.

If German trucks drive past in the morning,

Do you know that Le Clope has passed on our message?

You 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 him in the eye.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville.

Liar.

Tell the truth.

I do.

Tell the truth.

Who are you?

Liar.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville. Kind and honest.

Who are you?

You would all like to know that.

Today I fixed my bike.

I spun the wheels so fast they were buzzing,

like a swarm of bees.

I was scared,

but I reached in anyway

and broke his arm.

Sometimes you have no choice.

I know who you are, Krys.

Mother?

Mother.

You don't need bullets or weapons to fight.

Hello.

Hello!

Stop!

Stop that bitch!

Back, back, back.

The best.

Run!

Drive.

Run!

Who are you? Where can we go?

Your friend. Etoile Vert.

Those are German trucks.

Stay here.

Stay close. Not a sound.

Come on.

Dubois! Dubois, come back.

Dubois.

Dubois.

Sch.

Go.

Down.

Aah!

Counted 93 dead.

Take everything.

You need to erase it from your thoughts.

Erase it from your thoughts.

Wipe out what?

To kill Le Clope.

I am haunted by other ghosts.

Roger said he was your first.

Mine was in the last war.

The last...

these hands...

ever did then...

was to cultivate the land.

After... my sergeant found me

neck-deep in blood.

That old sergeant

put his arm around me.

All he could say was... erase it from your mind.

I knew there was more,

men...

we couldn't find the words.

Oh, that's a...

Fools' advice, anyway.

You have more to say, right?

Before I tell you,

You have to promise not to think of me as a fucking idiot.

Of course.

How could I ever think that about you?

I thought you were London's puppet.

I am sorry.

I misjudged you, and I'm glad you changed your mind.

Do you know why I did it?

Refute a fucking idiot.

Brave as a lion, aren't you, girl?

Oh, Roger, how does it look?

The German patrols never passed.

The mountain roads are free.

Good enough.

Of...

come here.

Don't be shy.

You are one of us now.

So laugh a little.

Take their trucks to the runway.

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

Then the record is ours.

Whoo.

You did it, Armand.

Fantastic.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on.

This is for you.

They start together.

Everyone is asking about you.

I found them at city hall.

Vichy-resepass.

The rich and powerful used them to escape through Spain.

I saw this one there.

Then it's over for her,

just like for us.

What's wrong?

And?

London has canceled our landing.

They have confirmed that a large-scale invasion will take place instead.

Our orders are to proceed as if the landing is still in effect.

And don't tell anyone about the change of plans.

For our own safety.

The whole city could turn against us now.

They took advantage of us.

They used us to sell the lie.

It's better this way.

Isn't it?

We can go home.

Your chance to find yourself again.

That man is gone forever.

And a fighting memory bag.

I am a conscientious objector,

a pacifist.

When war was declared, I refused to

fight. It caused quite a stir.

My brother stepped in immediately.

I loved him. Of course I did. But...

The last thing I said to him was, um...

I hope I never see you again.

My wish came true.

He was killed here in France.

So you took his place.

And now I'm sitting here.

A man with blood on his hands and no convictions.

We are all hiding.

Such a happy little girl.

Oh, it wasn't me.

I stole it.

To remind myself of who I am expected to be.

Keep your feather.

Now you have to do the same thing as me.

Go to Radio Londres.

Before we begin,

Please listen to some personal messages.

Our message will say a penny for yours

tanks. This will confirm the landing.

A rain jacket for the sun.

Francois stole my lemons.

The fish works on water.

A penny for your thoughts.

I was a good girl again.

Mom was so happy.

She said the sun would shine on us forever now.

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

I was sad for my mother

because the night came back

as it always does.

You're late. We should be at the runway by now.

Yes. I'll explain everything when we're far away.

Dubois, what the hell is this?

Don't look at that. Forget it, and forget the runway.

-What are you talking about? -There will be no landing.

There will be no landing.

How can you know that?

-Stop the car! -Not until we're far away.

How could you not...

Let me go, please. No. No, get in the car.

No, Pauline.

No. Don't touch this.

- What's that? - Leave it in the car.

I'll explain later.

Please, I'll do this for you. No, no, no. You have to trust me.

I'm doing this for you.

Where did you get these passports from?

Pauline, please don't do this.

I'll make everything better, you'll see.

Please trust me. Please.

Ugh.

Look what you have... Look what you've done.

Liar.

The suitcase.

Give it to me.

Please.

Give it to me, please.

Give it to me.

I am not a liar.

I fought for France for one day before I was captured.

I tried to take my own life,

but this German officer helped me escape...

...through his needle instead.

He was the fisherman, and I was his net.

He drugged me, knowing that an addict would crawl back.

I passed La Clope for months,

and fiddled with those shrines

before I realized they were mailboxes.

Men...

I saw him.

I saw him with the Militia.

You saw what you wanted to see.

He was just playing the game.

This is German salary money.

I stole them.

I was completely gone.

But I came back,

even though I know... who you really are.

Who am I?

A hoax.

You pretend to care about their cause.

What do I care about?

And?

The excitement.

The hardest lie to recognize

is the one you tell yourself.

Then admit that you didn't come back for me.

You came back for Pauline.

You gave me courage, but...

she is the reason I have you to get out of this black farce.

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.

- Drive back. Drive back to... - Where's Roger?

Run! Take her!

Armand?

It's my...

It's my...

Armand... Armand...

Armand. Armand.

Armand.

Armand.

No, no, no, no.

Armand.

Armand.

It's me.

It's me.

We were...

...London's diversionary tactics all the time.

I know.

I know.

I am...

I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

- No. - I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

-I'm so sorry. -No.

Please forgive me.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

The best.

I am so sorry.

Of...

You gave us Etoile Vert.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

If you find any survivors, kill them.

Hide me from the idiots.

Okay.

Okay.

Did you find anything?

A wedding ring and a gold tooth.

Fucking farmers.

Not enough to get us over the border

out of this fucking storm.

Is it us... or the Americans?

What do you think?

They think it's over.

First we'll take these bastards to Digne,

then we have orders to reinforce the coast.

Yes, I also think it's over.

Okay, out. Au revoir.

I wish... I wish...

What do you wish for, my little bear?

I stole my mother's key today...

and locked myself in a dark place.

I see it now.

I was never trapped in here.

She was trapped out there.

I'm going to bite.

I'm going to tear.

Wake up, my love.

My daughter has arrived.

She went to make amends.

I'm going to get up.

I... will... float.

Oh...

Ugh...!

He's not listening.

Stand still. Get down on the ground!

Point that somewhere else, you idiot.

We are on the same page.

Who are you?

Your retribution.

Here for your commander.

Your wounded will soon crawl past.

with 50,000 bloodthirsty Americans close behind.

We also offer them cigarettes.

Out of the way.

You know nothing.

The die has already been cast for all of us.

Then take what they offer.

Otherwise... go to hell.

See you there.

Back.

On your knees.

Look at me.

You look into a mirror.

You will free the prisoners...

Then I will make sure you get across the border safely.

And... who are you?

You're the only one left, right?

Pauline...

the last of the resistance fighters.

That idiot Dubois told me everything about you.

You lie to yourself that you came here to free them.

You came here to...

to die with them.

Not them.

Your war is lost, yet you still kill.

What are you looking for?

Uh...

the reason to care.

I was looking for one too.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time...

a kind woman

who saves a little bear from hunters.

Since she had no children of her own,

She dedicates her life to taming its wild nature.

-Aha. -But her methods were cruel.

She put it in a cage.

and chained it

and just let it out with a hook through its nose.

You said she was kind.

It was her.

She loved the little bear very much.

But she knew that its only chance of survival

was that it was tamed.

I am nobody's pet.

No, commander.

It is very clear.

If you would just let me tell my story clearly.

Of course. Of course, go ahead.

One morning,

After losing all hope, the woman went to the cage

to return the little bear to the hunters,

but she found a miracle instead.

The bear was gone.

A cute little girl had taken its place.

The girl looked at her mother with love in her eyes

and started dancing.

Poor little bear.

My mother used to cry

while she was telling this story.

But I never did.

because I invented my own ending.

Yes.

Tell.

You understand...

everything the little bear had learned

was how to hide one's true nature,

and now it was even deadlier

because it was finally free...

to show the teeth.

And with his human mask,

no hunter would see it coming.

Stop procrastinating.

The kind woman should have let the hunters do their job.

It's not needed now.

You weren't worth a bullet in Warsaw.

You weren't worth a bullet in Warsaw.

You don't deserve one now.

Judge!

Organize the arquebusier platoon

and execute the prisoners in the yard.

You are already dead!

Stand back!

You are already dead!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Okay.

One more step!

Don't move!

One step, and I'll kill her.

Oh...

No!

No!

Who are you?

Do you have a howitzer on you?

You still miss it, don't you?

How could I?

Surrounded by all this romance and adventure.

Despite that,

I hope you take me up on my offer.

A desk job?

At least here I get some exercise with my mop. How

Anyway, it turns out I'm a natural.

They're promoting me to cleaning the boss's office. Oh.

And when he is rude,

Should I dream of pulling out my old dagger?

and... stab him through his cold, contented heart.

I'm kidding, of course.

Hm.

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 that it wouldn't

be some gun landing, right?

Did I?

And you, Krystyna?

What did you know deep down?

Goodbye, Christina.

If you change your mind about the job.

I leave a message on a cigarette paper.

Do you remember when I first signed up to volunteer in Budapest?

How could I forget?

You told me that I was

had to learn to play the game.

How else would one survive in the shadows? Well, through

All this, I never played the game even once.

Do you know why?

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

I could just be me.

Hm.

And I enjoyed every second of it.