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Good morning Herr Major. -Good morning Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.

Are you keeping abreast of the news from the front? -Which front?

I was referring to the Normandy landings.

Yes, I've been reading all our side of the story.

Are you suggesting that what we're being told isn't the truth?

Ah. No. But I was taught to believe that there are always two sides to any story.

And accounts of certain actions in which I have personally played a part

haven't always been, shall we say, wholly accurate.

There's always the question of morale.

Working here must seem so very different after your many hours in Heinkel 111's.

Heinkel 111s Herr Sturmbannfuhrer?

You're surprised that I should remember such a thing?

On the contrary. You would have received a copy of my service record.

Knowing the man I'm to work with is, in my experience,

being half way to making the relationship work.

You do not agree? -Oh yes, I agree.

I also admit that I do find my work here different.

Given the choice, I'd return to flying.

I might be less likely to live to old age,

but at least there'd be no danger of being bored to death.

I think you underestimate the importance of the work that we do here.

It may not have the immediacy of actual combat. Nor the rewards.

But it's nonetheless a part of the fight.

You would be guilty of grave error if you did not treat it as such.

Thank you, I'll make a note to remember that.

Good morning Herr Major. Herr Sturmbannfuhrer

Now if you will... -Yes, of course, I'll leave you to your paperwork.

Major Brandt's paperwork. My predecessor

seems to have had a passion for file keeping,

and he shared with you your concern for noting each and every detail.

Major Brandt's files? All these? -Yes. All these, all those and all these.

You're surprised? Why? Did you think only the Gestapo keep files?

No, no, of course not.

It's just that it somehow doesn't seem in keeping with the Major Brandt that I knew.

I always thought of Brandt as essentially an instinctive man.

Instinctive? -Major Brandt did his work conscientiously.

But I sometimes thought with guidelines that occasionally

hindered him in the fullest expression of his abilities.

And then he was implicated in the plot against the Fuhrer.

I was greatly saddened by his suicide.

Despite our differences of approach, we had become quite close.

After the death of his wife and child, we became, I like to think, friends.

I firmly believe that he was innocent of all participation in the plot.

Indeed, I know he was. -As you say.

But of one thing you can be sure,

Major Brandt was a man who most certainly kept files, as I'm finding out.

Good. Well, if you should uncover something of significance,

I trust you'll allow me to share in the discovery in the cause of the common good.

Of course. -Well now, I've taken up enough of your time.

Sit down.

Reinhardt.

Yes, Major Reinhardt.

Yes, Major Hans Dietrich Reinhardt. Would you like my serial number also?

Who is this that I'm speaking to?

What does that mean? A friend of the late Major Brandt.

Oh, I see.

Yes, I understand perfectly.

Yes, alright.

Right, I have that and I thank you, monsieur.

Yes, I am grateful.

In what way am I expected to express my gratitude?

Oh, I see. Major Brandt did that did he?

Very well? Yes of course. Goodbye.

As you wish, "au revoir", monsieur.

Keerbergen.

Muller, a jeep, a truck and a support unit.

I'm going for a ride in the country.

Today, Hauptmann. -Yes Herr Major.

This is London calling, on the European overseas service of the BBC.

Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force

today issued the following communique.

Units of the 27th Armoured Brigade

have broken out of their position, east of Falaise.

The German 15th army is in full retreat and without significant air support.

It has now been revealed that three days ago, Field Marshall Erwin Rommel

was severely wounded when his staff car was attacked by Allied aircraft.

Is it them? -Yes, it's them...

After all this time and with the Allies already in France.

We knew the risks. We knew -Yes.

We knew.

Sit down. Eat.

Madame, monsieur, your papers.

You are Jacques and Simone Borel?

Major Reinhardt, Luftwaffe. -Herr Major, may I ask why you're here?

We're here Madame to conduct a search of these premises. -A search? Why?

Why not? Something to hide? -No, nothing. But this is our home.

We cannot stop you. -I understand. Believe me, I do understand.

It's a matter of your privacy. I apologize, but...

You, the house, thoroughly. Carefully.

The Hun you may be. The hordes of Attila you are not. -Jean-Paul. -Who?

Jean-Paul. Is that your son? -No, we no longer have sons.

Jean-Paul works with us. -And lives with you also?

Jean-Paul is a wanderer. He comes, stays a while, then goes. That is his way.

But when he wants to work he works hard and so he's welcome.

Yes, I see. Now, please continue with your meal. -Thank you.

Herr Major, what is it you suspect us of?

With what ease we've slipped into our respective roles Madame.

The cat and the mouse.

What is it we suspect you of?

No more than we should have expected of you.

You resent our occupation of your country. You've done what you can to get rid of us.

On what evidence do you base this accusation?

On information received, Madame. Words whispered in my ear.

You are mistaken Herr Major.

We are farmers. Our fight is with the land.

If that is the truth Madame you have nothing to fear.

You'll be asked questions. You will answer those questions.

The worst that will have happened to you

is that you will have been taken on a round trip to Brussels.

Jean-Paul, I presume. Your papers?

You will accompany your employers.

You found nothing?

Very well. You're all under arrest, for questioning.

Take them.

You, you're going with me. Out.

You two, you search this place again. -Yes Sir.

Stop! Stop!

Take them to the civilian authorities have them make all the necessary arrangements.

I wonder how long they'd waited? Prepared?

Your employers are dead. They killed themselves.

Why?

We still have you, Jean-Paul.

Good evening, sir. I'll be with you in a moment.

Can I get you a table?

Your menu is rather pricey, monsieur. -Then, what can I do for you?

You're Albert Foiret? -Yes.

What can I do for you? -Cognac.

A large one. And I would suggest you help yourself to the same.

The farm at Keerbergen. It isn't safe anymore.

Thank you, sir.

Your change, sir. -Is there somewhere we could talk?

I don't think we have anything to talk about. I didn't catch your name, sir.

It is of no importance. The fate of the farm at Keerbergen is, is it not?

Would you step this way sir.

Your cognac.

Now sir?

My name is Louis Bastiat. I'm a loyal Belgian. Friend, not foe.

I've come here to tell you that your safe house was raided this afternoon

and Jacques and Simone Borel and one other, I don't know who, were arrested.

You saw this happen? -Yes, I saw it with my own eyes.

Also, I must tell you the two Flyers are at this moment hiding in my cellar.

Why did you come to me? -Oh, don't worry yourself, monsieur. That's all I know.

Jacques and Simone broke the rules, but I'm an old and trusted friend.

They told me were anything to happen, I was to inform

a Monsieur Albert Foiret at the Restaurant Candide.

That I have now done.

You are a hard man to convince monsieur.

What can I do for you?

You can take those two young Flyers off my hands as quickly as possible.

I live in the village, close by the Borel place. Please find me before they do.

Louis Bastiat? Another cognac?

Oh no, no. I've got to be-- sitting out at home now.

Goodnight sir.

Did our visitor have anything to say for himself. -Not a single word Herr Major.

He's not a deaf mute, we know that. Open up.

Bring a chair.

Remain outside. I'll call you if I need you.

You interest me Jean-Paul.

I believe you know something of importance.

Something that I want to know.

Something to do with your presence at that farm at Keerbeegen.

Your employers took their own lives and that was courageous of them, perhaps,

but it implies their guilt. The question is

how guilty are you Jean-Paul?

Sit down.

As you wish.

Perhaps as the night wears on you'll grow more weary.

That's how it's going to be Jean-Paul.

We will share this box through the night

And tomorrow night until the walls start to close in.

Just you and me and the secrets that you have.

How long do you really think it will be before the Allies get here?

I don't know.

Tonight on the BBC Overseas service,

they said the German 15th army was in full retreat.

Let's hope they're right.

Did you hear about Rommel? His car was shot up by Spitfires.

Is he dead? -They don't know.

Extensive injuries, they said.

Funny, isn't it, that Lifetime should become one of the invasions first victims.

3 o'clock.

It's always the waiting that I can't stand.

Restaurant Candide.

Yes, Willy.

Oh, dear God.

Yes, alright.

Thanks for letting me know. Goodbye.

The Borels. They're dead.

Suicide.

And the other one? -There's no news about that.

I wish I knew who that was.

Jacques and Simone, dead.

Oh dear.

Where's Major Reinhardt?

I have just been informed that you've been holding

a prisoner in your own custody since yesterday.

Is this correct? -Good morning, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.

Forgo the pleasantries and answer my question. Is my information correct?

Yes, your information is absolutely correct.

Despite the most explicit of orders issued on behalf

of the Fuhrer himself, you have deliberately...

I had my reasons. -Reasons enough to ride roughshod over the orders of the Fuhrer?

Yes you're right of course.

You'll have your prisoner, and after

that you -- must do as you think fit.

Muller, refresh the man Jean-Paul and bring him over here.

But the Sturmbannfuhrer...

Hauptmann. Should you ever again feel a need to question a directive of mine,

I can promise you one thing, you'll wish yourself anywhere but under my command.

My apologies Herr Major.

Get me some milk -Milk Major?

Yes milk, Hauptmann. Milk as in cow. -Yes Herr Major. - God damn it.

The prisoner Herr Major and the milk.

Sit down.

So, you have told us nothing so far.

You haven't spoken.

Very well. Now I have to warn you.

These were found at the farm at Keerbergen.

A Schmeiser MP40, a German weapon.

You've either stolen it or killed for it.

Four grenades. British Mills. Standard infantry issue.

No doubt supplied from England. All illegal Jean-Paul.

The possession of such things carries grave consequences.

Now what I am not sure about is this.

Are you working with the resistance

or with the evasion lines? It is important that I know.

It's important for me because I like to be successful in my job.

It's important for you, because your answer will determine when you die.

If you are resistance, it has nothing to do with the Luftwaffe

and I'll hand you over immediately to the Gestapo and you will be shot-- eventually.

However, if you are working with the evasion lines and it is my concern

I'll do all I can to protect you, provided you tell me what you know.

I see.

I fear that your courage will no longer be enough. Take him.

Goodbye.

Candide. Willy?

Yes Willy, I'll tell him. Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Was it Willy? -The other one, taken with the Borels, it's Jean-Paul.

The Gestapo are questioning him now.

How long have we got? -He won't talk, not Jean-Paul, you don't know him.

No, he won't talk, no matter how long it takes.

Why did it have to be them? The Borels. Jean-Paul.

They're all going.

We're losing too many.

Too many. Too close.

We'll have to find somewhere else for chickens and eggs.

Oh my god, they keep records.

Ah, Herr Hauptmann, may I help you? We're not yet open. Not till 6:30 sir.

I do not wish a meal monsieur. You are Albert Foiret the proprietor.-Yes.

Hauptmann Muller Luftwaffe Polizei. I wish to consult your books Monsieur Foiret.

I can quickly get the necessary authority, but I'm sure you have

no wish to be difficult,

nor anything to hide. -Well, of course not, sir.

Would you like to come into my office? -I should like to see them here please.

Of course. Monique, a glass of wine for the Hauptmann. -Thank you no. I'm on duty.

This is my cash book, sir. -I'm not interested in your profits Mr. Foiret.

I would like to see your order book together with its list of suppliers.

You must understand that in a place of this sort, catering for German officers,

the transactions are not always entered at the time.

Monsieur Foiret, I am not here to investigate black market activity.

I merely wish to ascertain the suppliers and the quantities of foodstuff available.

I understand Herr Hauptmann. I'll see what I can find for you.

Do that monsieur.

What does he want? -I don't know.

Is that the order book, monsieur?

The entries are just for the past three months.

The previous entries are with my accountants.

Well, I'll just go and finish off the tables, Albert. -Thank you Monique.

Mademoiselle, don't leave the building. I may wish to question you.

Thank you, monsieur. -Thank you sir. -Where do you obtain your eggs?

Wherever I can. They're not easy to come by these days.

You mean you forage for them in the country perhaps?

Well, in these times...

Quite so, and there is no record of these purchases?

They are cash transactions and the cash is entered in the cash book.

But not the suppliers or the dates of purchase?

No sir, I'm afraid not. -I see.

Thank you Monsieur Foiret. That is all. Mademoiselle.

What was all that about? -I don't know.

I don't know.

Come.

Can I help you? -Thank you.

Might I have a word Herr Major? -Of course.

I thought we might discuss this morning's -- disagreement.

If you insist. -I think you misunderstand me.

I feel I was perhaps a little heavy handed.

The reaction, I suppose of a man who

believes that an order is there to be obeyed.

Whereas I'm a man who believes that rules

are made to be broken? Occasionally.

Yes, well, I don't intend to take the matter

any further, so I think it's best forgotten,

wouldn't you agree? Yes, I agree. -Good. Good.

There was something else, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer?

Yes. I wondered whether you would care to join me for dinner this evening.

I thought it might give us an opportunity to become better acquainted.

To know each other socially

might obviate the kind of misunderstanding that we've had.

Perhaps you already have an engagement. -No.

Good. Shall we say 9:30. -Fine.

Splendid. Until later, then. -Thank you.

What of the prisoner?

He is being -- questioned.

Do you wish to have further words with him?

No thank you. Until later then. -Herr Major.

Herr Major. I did as you asked. I visited every restaurant on the list.

The majority of them are involved in some kind of black market activity.

Most of them are getting eggs from somewhere.

Well, there'll be nothing else. -Goodnight Herr Major. -Goodnight.

The major is already here.

Madeleine, may I present my colleague

Major Hans Dietrich Reinhardt. Mademoiselle DuClos.

Herr Major. -Mademoiselle. Nice to meet you.

-I have been told a little about you. Only a little.

I hope we will become friends. -Yes indeed, mademoiselle.

Can I get you an aperitif sir? -Calvados?

Calvados for the mademoiselle and myself. Reinhardt?

No, forbidden fruit, I'm afraid. -Oh yes. -Yes, I'm told you're a wounded hero.

No, no, hardly that. I suffer occasional indigestion, that's all.

He is being modest Madeleine. He's been on many long and dangerous missions.

He was badly wounded. -Excuse me, just one moment.

Some water please. -Pardon? - Water.

Something amuses you Major? -These prices, they seem to inflate by the day.

The cost of food bought on the black market

is being used here as an excuse for extortion.

Ah well, c'est la guerre. What would you recommend, mademoiselle?

Oh, whatever Monsieur Foiret recommends. That's what we usually have.

And so far it's proved the most satisfactory decision.

He's always provided us with a quite excellent meal.

Yes, of course. So long as Monsieur Foiret keeps us happy...

Yes, point taken.

Though I believe Monsieur Foiret

also takes some pride in his gifts as a restaurateur.

Well, let us see, shall we? -Are you ready to order sir?

Yes, we've all decided to have whatever you recommend, monsieur.

Well, that's very kind of you. -And a bottle of an appropriate wine.

You do drink wine? -A little, yes.

Thank you very much, sir.

Whatever you recommend, monsieur and a bottle of the appropriate wine.

If only... -I know, I know.

I'd better go and sing for them. I'll see if I can think of something appropriate.

When we reach the sweet September of our days

I shall stop and think of all our yesterdays.

Of our love, and kindness

and the many, many ways

that you've been good to me.

So very good to me.

Things so rarely seem to go just as we plan them

but you've never, never, failed to understand.

And you've always been there with that helping hand.

Yes, you've been good to me.

I remember too the happy times we shared

I remember too when all in life seemed fair.

With you by my side, life seemed beyond compare,

while you were there.

While you were there.

If I had to live this life all through again

with its happiness, its sorrow, and pain

I should worship you just the same

For you've been good for me.

So very good to me.

So very --

good to me.

Telephone for you Herr Sturmbannfuhrer. -Thank you. Excuse me

Always on duty, eh?

-He's a most conscientious and remarkable man,

wouldn't you say? -Yes indeed.

Is that yes to the conscientious or the remarkable?

I only know the man in the uniform. The Sturmbannfuhrer. Whereas you...

Yes, so you must take my word for it.

No mademoiselle, I must be allowed to make my own judgment.

It was presumptuous of me.

You, I think, are a most unusual woman.

That's a judgment you've already made? -Yes.

Well, thank you. I'll take it as a compliment. -Please do.

I have to leave immediately. I apologize, of course, but I have no choice.

I'm sorry Madeleine, I don't wish to hurry you.

If you will permit, I can guarantee to return

Madamoiselle Duclos to her home under close escort.

I'd like to stay. -Splendid, I'm delighted.

And I am honored. Don't worry Kessler, I will look after her.

I've already taken care of the bill.Thank you. -Goodnight Herr Major. -Goodnight.

Goodnight Madeleine.

I'm sorry about this. I'll call you first thing tomorrow. -Until tomorrow.

Good night, Ludwig.

Thank you. -Good night.

Now, shall we be thoroughly degenerate? -Herr Major!

and enjoy a bottle of champagne?

I'd love to. But your wound?

The pleasure is now. Tomorrow can take care of itself. Monsieur Foiret,

a bottle of champagne. -Champagne!!

Your very best.

And now, while he is getting the bottle, you are going to dance, with me.

The telephone? Jean-Paul? -No.

How much sleep did you get last night? -Enough.

Staying awake half the night isn't going to make any difference. -I know, I know.

What is Jean-Paul like. Really?

He's an odd one. I don't know anything about his background, nobody does.

When he was about 13 or 14, he just turned up at the Chantelle House at Senlis.

Said he wanted some work.

Well, Sophie put him to work around the house, chopping wood, that sort of thing.

He just stayed on. Oh, for years.

He was like a son to them. It was his home.

And then one day Madeleine decided that he should get a proper job.

Make something of his life.

So, he just disappeared that night,

and didn't turn up again until 1942.

And said he wanted to help them in any work they were doing for the resistance.

Though how he knew, they never found out.

So I checked him out. Put him to work for Lifeline.

He lives like a gypsy. He knows that border country like the back of his hand.

He's one of the best couriers we've got.

They won't break him.

Come. -Sturmbannfuhrer Kessler, Herr Major. -Alright.

Good morning Herr Major. -Good morning. I hope you enjoyed last evening.

Yes, very much so. Thank you. -I'm glad.

And thank you for returning Mademoiselle DuClos safety to her home.

It was my pleasure.

I understand you continue to take an interest in the prisoner. May I ask why?

Curiosity. -I see.

You will doubtless have heard that he died during questioning. -Did he talk?

I wasn't present during the final phase of the interrogation,

but I understand that towards the end he talked a great deal.

Though without making much sense.

He is reported to have continually repeated the name Sophie.

And then, just before dying the word Senlis. -Senlis? -Yes.

It's a small town in northern France. Possibly his birthplace,

though his papers give an apartment

in the Saint Germain. district of Paris as his permanent address.

I wondered whether you might have any thoughts on the matter?

No, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer, no thoughts whatsoever.

I thought that since you had seemed so interested. -Yes. Most considerate of you.

Major Brandt's file, the one that mentions safe houses and false information.Quickly.

Senlis. I'm sure I've seen it somewhere.

Here we are.

Yes, there it is -- Senlis. I knew I'd seen it

Herr Major, the prisoner we interrogated last week. -Tucker, yes?

Yes, well all we got out of him was some mumbled stuff

about the countryside and a word that sounded like "Sen".

-Senlis?

Well it could have been. -Yes, it could have been. Look at this.

Senlis. A small town north of Paris suitable for a safe house.

What made him write that?

Hanslick, I want a jeep and a driver, a truck and a squad of men from the pool.

Armed. I want them in 10 minutes. What?

What form? Petrol requisition.

How do I know how much I need?

Enough to get us to Senlis north of Paris and back again with a bit to spare.

Yes, alright. Muller will bring it down. Yes.

Hurry.

Yes, Candide, yes. Yes Willy.

That's very bad news.

Oh dear.

Right, well thanks for letting me know.

Goodbye.

Jean-Paul. He's dead. -Did he talk?

We don't know. We'll probably never know.

Willy said that he saw a Luftwaffe petrol requisition. They're going to Senlis.

He wondered whether it meant anything.

Yes, I want to make a call to Senlis please. Northern France.

What? But if... Yes, I understand.

No calls outside the country.

You will have to go and take them to Paris where they've got relatives.

They won't leave their house.

They've got to.

Tell them their work's finished, but don't

tell them anything about John Paul. Not yet.

How do I get there now? -You go and get ready, I'll find out.

Central 232348 please.

I want the traffic controller's office please.

The deputy Comptroller

Jan Brouwer. Yes, quickly please. Thank you.

Yes, Hello Jan, Albert Foiret.

Listen, I have urgent need to get to the Chantilly area. How do I do it today?

Senlis.

My friend, I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't urgent.

Yes, yes, the train to Charleroi.

When?

20 minutes.

Yes, change platforms and get the Paris train and get off at Chantilly.

Are the buses still running to Senlis?

Yes Jan, thank you. Thanks very much. Goodbye.

The Germans will still be there before me.

Yes, well they have to go by the main road,

and there are troop movements all the way. So...

Something I've forgotten?

Well, I just thought you might say -- Take care of yourself. I love you.

See you after the war.

I'll see you when you get back.

Why didn't you telephone? -I couldn't.

That's so nice. -Why didn't you telephone? -How did you get here?

Please listen to me! There's trouble, and it concerns this house.

I'm not able to explain now, but you've got to leave now. As quickly as possible.

You mean leave for good? -Yes Sophie.

Abandon? -Yes.

This is our home. It's been our home all these years.

I know Sophie.

You can understand my dear, we just can't possibly leave.

Please Sophie, you're not listening.

Monique, did Monsieur Albert authorize this move? -Yes, Madeline.

I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry. I'm going to take you to Paris.

But if we refuse? If we, if we insist on staying here, what then?

Concentration camp. -And the risk to our organization.

Then there's no alternative. How much time do we have?

As long as it takes you to pack one small suitcase each.

The Germans are two streets away.

Oh Sophie, don't cry, don't cry, come along, come and pack.

Who's going to look after our dear brother's grave?

What about the flowers? -Oh no you mustn't think of that.

This is only bricks and mortar. We'll come back after the war.

Stop that woman. Bring the child.

Let him go. Please.

Put the child in the wagon.

Leave him alone.

Only one question, madame.

There is a house here where strangers often come and go. Young men. Where?

I don't know anything.

Give me my son. Please. Please. My child.

Take him back to Gestapo headquarters. -No. No.

Please, please, give me my son. I beg you.

The house.

The house, where is it?

Number 11.

You. Come.

Upstairs.

So reinforcements. -Herr Major.

I assume you have the authority to search these premises.

You can have your authority when I have the time to get it.

I've got a job to do. Where are the people who live here?

The old ladies?

I saw them a short while ago. They were taking a bus. -Where to?

I mean, I only saw them heading towards the bus station.

And then of course they could have been going anywhere. -Check that bus station!

Old ladies...

Was the raid successful, Herr Major? -No, we found nothing.

Nothing personal, no photographs, no letters, nothing.

But I think we were right. In fact I know we were.

They were tipped off. The same way as they always are.

But any tip off would have had to come from this building.

Nobody else knew about the raid.

Yes, I managed to work that out for myself.

Sit down Muller. This isn't the life for a Luftwaffe officer.

I have distinguished myself today --

by threatening a child and his mother and chasing two old women.

What's more to the point, I came off worse.

Yeah, it's true. I think it isn't the Allies

who are at war with us. It's the human race.

I'll get the Major some hot coffee. -Yes, thank you.

Though it's proved one thing Muller.

Major Brandt's files are not to be dismissed.

He was nearer than he knew.