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Ta femme va en terre, au brevet.

Cherchez le colibri.

and i'm not

Come on, darling.

Dear friends, dear colleagues, and those who thought that it was only the fruit

of my imagination, let me introduce you to my wonderful, wonderful

wife.

Good evening.

I thought France would never let me go.

So it's true, you do exist.

Yes.

Maurice, how long ago?

The company gave me a six-week leave.

Six weeks, but it's an eternity.

I'll leave you the money.

But no, but no. Come on, come on. We'll take care of the editing.

You take care of the hard work you have with your husband.

Maurice, you have a wonderful wife.

When you're back, we'll have to see you all together.

You'll tell us everything about the phosphate mines.

I can't wait.

See you soon.

Good evening.

You weren't so bad yourself.

Max Chetan.

Marianne Mousirou.

Heard a lot about you around the circuit.

I heard a lot about you.

Keep going straight.

I'll tell you when to turn.

You in Dieppe for a while?

A husband would offer his wife a cigarette before lighting his own.

Turn right here.

What went wrong in Paris? Your entire circuit was taken out.

I never discuss non-relevant operational information with anyone.

I'll try to stay relevant, then.

That would be appreciated.

Do they trust you?

Two months ago, I got promoted to the ambassadious and department.

I deal with the German legation every day.

But do they trust you?

How did it look?

They seem to like you.

And I like them.

I keep the emotions real.

That's why it works.

Don't slow down.

This is how you drive in Casablanca.

We won't be in the apartment much.

I have to go out there and tell you.

We'll have to be careful.

I've told everyone my husband is from Paris.

And?

Your French is good, but your Parisian accent is terrible.

So then we're in trouble.

That was pure Quebec.

With French-Moroccans, you might be okay, but you'll have to be careful in

front of real Parisians and to the party.

The party's in ten days.

Is my invitation going to be a problem?

Now that you're here, I'm going to set up a meeting with Herr Hobart.

And then it's up to you.

Can you spend ten days in this tiny little place, Le Québécois?

It's not so bad.

Water's hot sometimes.

I'll take the couch.

Actually, you'll sleep on the roof.

It's cooler.

And in Casablanca, the roof is where husbands go after they've made love to

their wives.

The neighbors will find it curious if I don't come to visit you on your first

night.

I've told Madame Torgeneau and Madame Petit all about you.

They'll be very excited.

They'll guess that the sex is already over.

It was great, by the way.

Then you went to the roof.

I miss...

sleeping alone for many months.

So I came up to tell you I love you.

You're very thorough.

That's why I'm still alive.

Now we should talk.

And laugh.

We're married. Why would we laugh?

Kiss me.

I'll talk.

Tell me what you will do after the war.

I don't know what I'll do after the war.

Look.

The lovely Madame Petit in apartment seven.

She's married to a German town captain, and she's watching us.

So we should talk.

With horses.

A ranch?

You mean, like in the movies?

Cowboys, bang-bang?

Yeah.

Are you just saying this to say something, or is it real?

It's real. It's a ranch on a prairie, outside a place called Medicine Hat.

Now I know you're joking.

You think you'll ever get there?

No.

I guess that's not the point of medicine hat, huh?

No.

Okay.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Now this is the part where I tell you I love you and leave you to count the cars

or whatever it is men do on their rooftops.

This time we'll see.

You can come in now.

Voilà.

You're somewhat formal in reserve.

You like expensive clothes.

And your shoes are always polished.

I told everyone you're quite a serious Catholic.

Tell me if you can smell like a Parisian.

I leave you to choose.

Before I left London, Guy Thankser asked me to say thank you.

We flew Lizzie's together.

Remember Guy?

You got him out of Dieppe in 41.

Okay, what did he say about me?

He said you were beautiful.

And good.

Being good at this kind of work is not very beautiful.

You look okay.

Let's go.

Bye-bye.

Merci.

Bonjour.

Retourne-toi et souris, le Québécois.

Bonjour.

Ça va?

Thank you.

Is that him?

Yes.

Are you sure?

I'll ask you how to eat a piece of bichy. Eat.

One moment, please.

Yes, I'm waiting.

After three hours of driving in the rain, we finally arrive.

But instead of this wonderful, sumptuous building that you described, we arrive

in front of a very small iron core, in the dark.

We're ready to go, and then a little man, very poorly dressed, comes up to me

and says, Mr. and Mrs.

Berne! In front of my deputed air, Maurice tells me, you know, my dear, in

people's memories, everything is always much bigger than in reality.

Maurice, I'm 20 years old.

He's a friend.

He's also from Paris.

My love, I'm bored.

Let me dance.

You're completely crazy, Mrs. Berne.

Yes, you should be a little crazier, for example.

Don't worry, Pamela.

It's because they know I'm in

love with you.

It's so obvious.

What went wrong in Paris?

B-Sexon left us hanging at the dry.

How'd you get away?

I ran.

And ran, and kept on running.

This is Herr Hobart. We're meeting tomorrow. What can you tell me about

him?

He's the ambassador's liaison.

a high-ranking party member from Cologne. He likes golf and gambling.

He's our final hurdle.

You have two seconds.

Go.

The guns will be taped under the champagne table.

The ambassador arrives at precisely 8.30.

If he's late.

He's German.

He'll be on time.

How come you don't know Stens?

I do know Stens.

I didn't see you said the travel safety.

You'll be okay to use a Sten on the night, though.

I would be okay if I had to use cutlery.

The diversion attack will happen five minutes later at 8.35.

And then everything will be in God's hands.

Good.

Hopefully he'll know how to work the safety.

What are you doing?

Testing you.

The way you tested me.

I know your arm with a weapon, Mr. Lutton. I'm just checking your safety

catch is engaged.

There.

We had our first fight.

Now we're okay again, yes?

Marianne.

We both know people who fucked each other, and they fucked up, and now

they're fucking dead.

Well, that's a lot of facts.

Pass me your goddamn buttons.

Actually, Max, the mistake people make in these situations isn't a

key.

It's feeling.

Did you sleep a long time? No.

Oh,

my husband's trying to cut down. He says the wall makes

everyone smoke too much.

I've only heard good things about him around town.

Good things.

Your husband doesn't speak English.

Only a little.

Votre femme a demandé si elle pouvait vous amener au bal de l'ambassadeur

demain. Oui, mais c'est un problème, je comprends.

He doesn't seem to want to come.

There's a stupid poker game in the rue Valence.

Qu'est-ce que tu dis de moi?

Ne m'embarrasse pas, tu viens, c'est tout.

So your husband plays poker?

Oh, he's obsessed.

As am I.

As am I.

And now we cut.

My card wins.

Wins what?

If his card is higher than mine, he can go to his poker game. If it's lower, he

must come to the party.

This is too absurd.

Mélanger, Monsieur Berne.

Mining?

Yes.

You work with phosphate, right?

That's right.

Too bad, Mr. Byrne. No poker for you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

One more thing. Boring.

Procedure. For new names on the list.

Mr. Byrne, please write me the phosphate chemical formula.

See you both tomorrow.

Though it's in the cause, we get our chance to make history.

I couldn't sleep.

I won't let you down. Look at me cry.

Let's get out of here. Let's go watch the sunrise.

What are our odds?

Of surviving 64 against

both of us, I don't know.

So tell me about Medicine Hat.

Pretty green, rolling hills, clear water.

Just a place I go when things get dark.

You?

You have a place?

When the war is over, it won't matter where I am.

If we're dead tomorrow, no one will

know.

The guns?

Gone.

I'm from Ontario.

Dans ce genre de situation, je trouve utile de penser à quelque chose d

'amusant.

Souris, alors.

Tu m'es magnifique.

Tu m'as déjà dit ça.

Quoi?

Est-ce que tu me vois, au moins?

You two? Good evening. Good evening. How are you?

Very well, thank you. You too?

Not bad.

So what?

So what? It's... It's beautiful.

She's here.

Mesdames, Messieurs et camarades de parti, Le présent rassemblement entre

ces deux grandes nations, que sont l'Allemagne et la France, nous permet de

nous rappeler que nous sommes au milieu d'un combat très difficile.

Ce fut seulement au cours de l'année écoulée.

No one's following us.

We're alive, Max.

We're both alive.

Come with me to London.

Come with me to London and be my wife.

George. Salute me, Frenchman. Go to hell.

Well, this is hell. It's an office.

I heard a piece of rumor about you being in love. Oh, gotta go, George.

Buy me a drink later. Max, you'll feel to be walking on air. Good morning,

sir. Good morning.

They said Frank wanted to see me?

Yes, straight away.

Max, please remember, you're in the land of yes, sir, no, sir. Don't throw

anything or hit anyone. I got it.

He's ready to feed.

Right?

They said you had news.

Yes, yes, I have news, Big Commander, regarding Marianne versus Jor.

It's been three fucking weeks.

Sir.

It's been three fucking weeks, sir.

It's been three fucking weeks, sir.

After a thorough vetting procedure carried out by the section in Gibraltar,

Marianne Beauséjour has been approved.

That'll be all, Wing Commander.

Max, you're a bloody fool.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Marriages made in the field never work.

You're absolutely right, sir.

He invited you to his wedding, by the way.

Bravo!

Careful, mate. Hold on. Here we go.

Come on.

That's it.

Come on in, darling.

Don't ask me why that's true. What the hell have we here?

You know, here's a fun fact. Only thing in London not rationed, champagne.

Champagne and sex.

Oh, my God, Max. Your sister is obsessed.

Yes, isn't it wonderful?

To my formerly permafrosted brother, thawed at last by love.

That's rather poetic.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Honestly, I'll miss the Blitz. I will.

No one cares who does what to who. So we should be drinking to war and freedom.

To war!

To freedom!

Marianne, I would offer you my congratulations, but I've known Max a

long time. I'll just wish you good luck.

No, no, no. Now my brother is just an ordinary man flying a deck.

in some boring office.

Oh, a talented boy like Max won't be behind it as with Frank for long.

Our spooky friends from V-Section, they will come calling.

Just when you least expect it.

You entirely okay, Madame Batan?

Entirely.

There. A celebration.

A what?

Your first weekend off in 57 days. I counted.

Are the eggs from the hens? From our hen.

Ah. So they were a good investment, weren't they?

Max, let's go to the Heath and pick mushrooms.

Tomorrow I want to serve Stroganoff at the party.

What party?

Oh, darling, I've got lots of new friends who are dying to meet you.

You'll like them.

They're refugees, intellectuals, bohemians.

Hamster, the school of interesting people.

Poor Max.

In Casablanca, we pretended you hated parties. Voila.

It's true.

What's the new nanny's name again?

Miss Sinclair.

Claire.

Hello, Miss Sinclair.

Hello.

Max has three days off. Isn't that great?

She just woke up.

We won't be long. We're just going to pick some mushrooms. Take your time.

It's always my pleasure.

I have to go and get Anna.

Just once.

Hampstead 235.

Sure. 1500.

I'll be there.

When will you be back?

You know I don't know.

What the hell is it that's so important?

Liberating your country.

Morning, Margaret.

Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon. George is in the office.

Thanks, Jenny.

I thought you said to meet you in the mess.

Oh, I lied.

It isn't me you're here to see.

Oh, do you... No.

No, um, V-Section want to speak to you.

Well, why didn't they call me?

Well, because V-Section don't ever say what they mean, and they never mean what

they say, and they never say anything on the phone.

I told you they'd come for you eventually, didn't I, Max?

Such a clever boy.

Well, I suppose I ought to congratulate you on your promotion.

Well, since you seem to know so much, what is the position?

Oh, way, way above my level of security, old man.

I'm just the messenger boy.

We can come on down, Frank.

Have a seat.

We haven't been introduced.

Okay, Frank, whatever the job is, I don't want it. I'm perfectly happy to

stay with you.

I'm afraid this really isn't what you think it is.

And, well, there's no easy way to say what we're about to say.

We believe your wife is a German spy.

Okay,

wait.

Wait.

Seriously, Frank, who is this?

I'm a rat.

I also outrank you, so you can call me sir.

You have to listen to him, Max. He outranks both of us.

Over the past seven days, V-Section has intercepted coded messages being sent

from London to Berlin on a WT transceiver.

We haven't traced the signal to an address yet, but it's coming from the

Highgate region of North London, and the information concerns the activities of

SOE circuits in France.

In one transcript, the agent refers to his source as Fraulein, so it's a woman.

Okay, okay. Frank, can we speak alone for a moment? Wing Commander Vatan, do

you ever speak to your wife about your work?

Okay.

Uh, sir, before this thing gets out of hand, may I speak?

Hmm? May I speak?

Yes. Yes?

My wife is Marianne Beauséjour.

Marianne Beauséjour ran the most effective resistance circuit in Paris

until V-section fucked it up for her in 41.

We met in Casablanca, where together we assassinated the German ambassador.

She's the mother of my child. She gave birth to my child, for Christ's sake.

This is a translated transcript of an interrogation of a German Abwehr officer

captured in Tobruk. Amongst many other things, he claims that Marianne

Beausajour was arrested and executed in May 1941, when the rest of her circuit

was captured in Paris.

Marianne Beausajour's identity was then given to a German agent of similar build

and colouring. She was flown to Casablanca, where no one knew the real

Marianne.

And it was subsequently discovered that the German...

Ambassador, who you assassinated in Casablanca, was a dissident. Hitler

wanted him killed.

This is insane.

All the information in the intercepted communications had crossed your

desk.

Yes, everything crosses my fucking desk, Max.

This is now an operational mission.

If Marianne is indeed a German spy... My wife is not a spy.

If she is, we need to keep her in place for 72 hours so that we can identify

her handler and clean out the rest of her circuits.

Now we've got that out of the way, perhaps we could discuss the operational

details of the next 72 hours.

So, this is going to be a standard blue-dye procedure.

Blue-dye being... I know what blue-dye is.

Tonight, you will receive a telephone call at exactly 23.07. Repeat the time,

Wing Commander.

23.07, sir.

You will take the call, you will write down a message somewhere, your wife can

read it, it will be false information, only you will have it, but it will

appear to be of a high grade, so you will have to pass it on quickly.

By midday on Monday, our agents will have decoded enemy traffic from the

weekend, so if the false information is among the batches sent from London, we

shall know for sure.

If you are right, Max, the information won't appear on the transcripts, and all

this will be...

Routine procedures in cases of intimate betrayal will apply.

You will execute her with your own hand, and if we discover that you are an

accomplice in any way, you will be hanged for high treason. Wing Commander

Vatan, do you understand?

He needs to confirm that he understands.

Routine procedures.

He understands the procedure, damn it.

Good.

Max, it is vital you do nothing differently.

You are not to investigate or take matters into your own hands. Do you

understand?

Ah.

Sir, I, uh... I apologize for behaving unprofessionally just then.

But I know for a fact, you'll be proven wrong.

Now, Wing Commander, you will go home and carry on as if nothing's happened.

You're dismissed.

You are ages.

You know how it is. Once you get in, you can't get out.

Young pilot needed a pep talk.

And I got dragged into a briefing.

Hey.

What happened to my kiss?

Where's the breakfast?

Sleeping.

Well, the big news is I definitely have the weekend off.

Until the phone rings.

Nope. Definitely free the whole weekend.

So... The party is on.

Yeah, the party's on.

It's like they're watching us.

Honey, give me my arm.

I need you to have a pen.

Mm-hmm. Go.

Yeah,

I got it. I'll dispatch in the morning.

Don't think I'm going to let you sleep.

I keep the emotions real.

That's why it works.

Honey, you're in uniform.

Yeah, I'm going to pop by the base and pick up some whiskey.

There's 50 cases of the good stuff stashed in the diplomatic hangar. They

won't miss a few.

Why not just go to the shop?

Nothing but the best for your intellectuals.

I'll meet you at the pub after and we'll pick up the beer.

Hi. Max.

What the hell brings you here?

I just dropped by to invite you both to a party tonight.

Why didn't you just phone?

Max, you look like you did the day that you burned the barn down.

Marianne's cooking.

Why don't you come by?

Oh. Actually, Max, tonight might not be possible.

Max. Max, I heard that you were in V-section.

If they're offering you some kind of suicide mission, you can say no to them.

You know that. You hardly have anything on. What happened, Max?

They're running a blue dye on Marion.

Oh, my God.

But it isn't true, and I will prove it.

I'd like you there tonight.

Excuse me, where can I find Group Captain Guy Sangster?

He's in the chapel, sir.

Hello, Guy.

Wing Commander...

What do you want with me, Max? I'm finished. You people just threw me away.

I have a question.

Yeah?

How?

I'm trusting you tell no one about this. Fuck you!

I've been up to the fucking rock, Max.

You told me you were smuggled out of France by Marianne Beauséjour, Dieppe,

1941.

Is this her?

Why are you asking me about your wife?

Guy, please, is this her?

Oh, they didn't tell you.

Max, my right eye has been shot out and my left retina is detached.

I can see his... a white... shape... pocket.

Well, you know, Max, if you hadn't sent me into a strip... covered in fucking

German triple-A... my own son screamed

when he saw me.

I'm sorry, Guy.

Max. Delamar.

Delamar is still operational in Dieppe.

Hampstead 235.

Hi, honey. I'm at the strip.

Asking people to give blood after the raid, so I'm going to be another hour.

So, meet you at the pub after?

Yes, I'll ask myself.

Okay, I love you. I'll see you there.

Love you.

Squad, set.

Corporal, put two cases of scotch from the officer's crate in my car. Keep a

bottle for yourself.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Who's flying DF tonight?

Hunter, sir.

Where can I find him?

Trade the shithouse, sir.

At ease.

Sorry, sir.

Something I've eaten.

These will settle your stomach.

I'm going to save the amphetamines until take-off.

Then barbiturates when I get back.

If I get back.

There's an operative in Dieppe. His name is Paul Delamare.

Do you know him?

No.

This is my first time.

First time to Dieppe?

First time behind enemy lines ever, sir.

Paul Delamar runs the landing sites.

You can't miss him. He only has one arm.

He's usually had a few, but he's okay.

I want you to give him this. Give it only to him, only to the man with one

arm. Tell him you need an answer.

A simple oui or no.

Only that.

Yes, sir.

Wait for my call in the telegraph office. I'll call you at midnight.

This is classified.

No one must know, you understand?

Yes, sir.

It's very important.

You can count on me, sir.

The fields in Dieppe are lined with poplar trees. They're invisible if

there's no moon, so climb quickly.

I know. I've been briefed.

Good.

Who are you thinking about?

My mother.

Don't. Think about your father.

Yes, sir

Oh, sorry. Go ahead. Thank you.

Hey, Billy.

Two brandies.

Sorry.

I've ordered three crates of bitter.

Hazel, filthy pot smoker.

Thank you.

Did you get the work done?

I did. Triple down.

The husband would offer his wife a cigarette before lighting his own.

You did give blood.

Good.

I thought perhaps you were with your mistress.

It would explain why you were different with me last night.

Different?

In bed, it felt different.

Good.

Me and my mate would really like to see you two ladies kiss each other.

Wonderful party.

Brilliant.

Getting enough to drink?

Very funny old man.

Hey, excuse me. We have a garden. Take it outside.

Okay. You two, outside.

Outside.

My people are behaving so badly.

I thought they would eat something, not just drink and have sex.

Half of them I don't even know. I think we're at Sparrow and Humpkin.

C'est long.

C'est la guerre.

Would you go check no one is actually fucking in Anna's room?

Sure.

Word of warning.

If the job these section are offering you is the one everyone's talking about,

Max, if they want you to run the resistance in France on D-Day, you

should know they wouldn't just call you in for a job interview. They would test

you somehow.

Test?

How? Way, way above my security clearance, old man, but just... If I

were you, I'd tell them to stick that...

Mac, I was able to make it after all.

Frank, I didn't expect you.

Please introduce the little sobriety to the affair.

I wasn't planning on doing anything of the sort. Large whiskey and soda, if you

please. What are you kidding, honey?

Frank still has his work face on.

You keep chickens, don't you?

Frank, you know too much.

Show me your chickens, Mac.

You willfully and blatantly disobeyed orders.

First you visit Guy Sankster and burst half his bloody stitches. Frank, if it

was your wife, would you trust an infection?

Adam Hunter's Lysander was shot to pieces three hours ago.

On the ground, with him in it.

He's dead.

Because he stayed too long waiting for an answer to a question from a drunk.

Frank, tell me.

Is this a game? A game?

A game.

Test. I was just saying to Max that he's taken to office life, like a duck to

water.

I wouldn't know.

I hardly see him.

Come on, honey, let's dance.

Frank brought you back news?

Another boy dead.

Something more than that, I think.

I asked Bridget if there was something wrong with you, and she said you were

fine.

She's not trained to lie like you and me.

You better step back. I can't talk about it.

Stand down, Flight Lieutenant.

Margaret? Yes?

Is the D.F. drops still on tomorrow?

Believe it is, sir.

Forecast? Clean skies, sir.

Hey.

The man with the pipe.

Who is he?

Oh, his name is Lombard. He has a jeweler shop on the high street.

He was trying to sell me a diamond brooch.

But I told him we're broke.

Hey, where are you going?

Max! Jeff, I'm too drunk.

Hey.

Well, your wife changed her mind.

You mean about the earrings?

No, no, no. I was trying to sell her a brooch.

I do have some beautiful earrings. I can offer you a very good price.

Thanks.

Okay, Mr. Longwell.

You really are broke.

Good night.

Good night.

I have to get out of here.

I didn't hear a siren.

Where were the sirens?

Now they're sitting out there like bloody AI. But you're always two steps

behind. Look at these bloody light bulbs.

They're targeting the East End again.

It should be all right here.

Mac, no more.

Steve.

By Monday morning, we'll know for sure.

Try and get some rest.

Right? Not again.

Even if it is.

V-section wouldn't tell you, would they?

It wouldn't tell you Frank

He's going right towards us. Everyone take cover.

Will you get rid of everyone?

No.

Max.

Tomorrow we'll have a holiday with Anna.

Let's forget the war.

Let's make the best day ever.

Come jump first.

I've lit a fire.

Come sit with us.

Later, Janet.

I have good news.

Get the night off.

Get some.

What do you want?

Why do you have such an engine?

Paul Delamare.

Paul Delamare.

He's in prison.

What? Delamare. He's in prison.

Fuck. What's going on?

We have a local police.

He's drunk, as usual.

Bring me to prison.

I don't have a problem.

Where is Prod de la Mare?

It's the third one.

I'll be right there.

Okay.

I don't have a problem.

I'll be at the back.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck, what's this? Sorry, Mr. Delamont. Wait for the police.

This video is top secret.

Top secret.

Top secret.

Do you speak English?

No. What's this mess?

Look. Look closely.

It's the woman in this photograph, Marion Beauséjour.

Marion Beauséjour!

Look.

Say her.

Yes or no, then you get a drink.

Marianne, bon séjour.

Marianne, bon séjour.

Marianne, bon séjour.

Look.

Yes. Yes.

It's her.

Yes. Now let me have a drink. Look again. Are you sure?

Fuck you.

Look.

Look. She looks the same. Yeah.

She laughs a lot.

Brown hair. And she has brown eyes, yes?

Right, brown eyes, right. She has blue eyes.

Goddammit, blue eyes. Right, right. I mean blue.

Fuck with me, Donald. I made a mistake.

Look. She has blue eyes.

I know her.

Sure.

She's the life of the party.

Go on.

She paints.

Paints, yes. She paints what?

Oh, wonderful, what I call it.

That's right. Give me the bottle.

That's right.

Here. Oh, shit.

And she plays the piano like a goddess.

Piano?

I remember, Marion.

I remember when I met her.

It was in a cafe in Dordogne.

The place was full of German soldiers.

They moved the piano.

She went to it and played La Marseillaise in front of all those

Germans.

Hey Pierre!

Lucky strike!

Quick, quick, quick!

Hello Pierre!

Pierre, it's me!

Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

I need you to come with me.

Drop off Anna. Come with me now, please.

What the hell are you doing?

There you are.

I want you to play the piano for me.

You want what?

Why on earth would you want me to play the piano?

I want you to play the piano because I love you.

What are you talking about?

We haven't slept.

Let's go home.

I want you to play La Marseillaise.

Now, you've asked me some strange things.

Play.

Marianne Beauséjour played La Marseillaise in a cafe full of Germans

in 41.

know the story.

She was a very brave woman.

Yeah, but they did.

They threatened Anna.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Did you send it?

The message, did you send it?

this for you?

Do you love me?

I love you. I love you.

I've loved you since Casablanca.

Okay,

listen. This is how it will be.

There is a medicine hat in Switzerland or Peru or wherever the hell. We won't

make it.

If we stay one more hour, these Texans are going to order me to kill you.

And when I refuse, they're going to shoot us both.

You understand?

We go now.

Where is Maria?

You use my child as collateral?

You've done far worse.

Wing Commander Vatan.

Who else is watching us?

Ich bin ein againstes Reich.

I will only give you mine.

Very good, sir.

You're free to pass.

Right here.

It's over, Max!

The blue guy came back positive, but you already know that, don't you?

Frank, wait!

Wait! Let me explain.

The circuit's been cleaned.

Max was down.

In the name of his majesty, King George VI.

They had her boxed in, Frank.

I judge you with high treason.

No! Please! For aiding and abetting the German spy known as Marianne Folker-Jaw.

Frank! She had no choice. They've written damage.

They would have killed us all. Max, you lost your mind to the German spy.

I won't let you do this, son. I've done my duty. We cleaned up the circuit. They

had valuable information, Daniel.

She had no choice.

They threatened Anna. Don't look away from this.

Then do what needs to be done.

She had no choice. She had no choice. They had her boxed in. They would have

killed us all.

The station won't care.

They threatened Anna.

For your child's sake, don't throw your life away. We did our duty. Just walk

away. Walk away, Frank.

Max.

I love

you.

Take good care of her.

Stand down.

Wing Commander Vatan executed the enemy agent with his own hand.

That is how you will report it.

That is an order.

My dearest darling Anna.

I'm writing this on a Sunday night in London.

If you're reading this, then you barely knew me and may have no memory of who

I am.

I am your mother.

You were born in an air raid in the middle of a war to two people who loved

each other.

Our year together in the house in Hampstead has been the happiest time of

my life.

Today you took your first steps.

I'm so grateful that I saw you walk for the first time with your father by my

side.

Max, my love.

You are my world.

I hope you will be able to forgive me.

And I hope you make it to Medicine Hat.

I have a picture of it in my mind.

And I pray Hannah's eyes will see it.

My beautiful daughter, I love you with all my heart.

I hope you will live your life in peace.

I rest, knowing your father will take good care of you.

I remain your loving mother, Marianne Matin.