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- Previously on X Company...
- "Mobilizing to Dieppe.
Raid's tomorrow at dawn."
- We take advantage
of the distraction
and go after Freya.
- German long-range radar.
- They want us to get inside the
installation, then blow it up.
- That's what
our guerilla army was for.
- Which we don't have anymore.
- If I don't report
back to my cell,
they will deliver anonymous
photographs of your wife
and me to your superiors.
- I saw his fear.
His need to protect her. I'm
saying maybe he'll work with us.
The Germans have an
unbreakable code machine,
and you're gonna walk out
with a chance to break it.
- Any sign of our
reinforcements?
- No one's getting through.
It's a carpet of just... bodies.
- My God.
- There's a guerilla
team in Pour-De-Lys right now
with a critical mission.
If we can get to them
four good men like you,
you could make the difference.
- I'm glad you're here, Alfred.
- Me too.
Aurora.
- You just said my name.
- Yeah.
- I'm storming the castle.
I'm not going to
order you to do the same.
- Ready when you are.
-: Sergeant.
-: It doesn't move
like our radar.
Watch, look how it stops.
It's target-discriminating.
So it finds a ship, plane,
locks on, tracks it.
- What's the plan?
- We've got the grenades.
- The machine guns'll cut us
down before we get close enough.
They can hit us;
we can't hit them.
- What about their rear defense?
- It's too close to the cliff.
- Which is too steep to scale.
- We should have at
least a dozen more men.
- There's none coming, Gordie.
You were on the beach, you saw.
We'll be retreating by now.
- Which is why our window
of opportunity is now.
- Their eyes are facing forward,
focused on the shore.
That won't last long.
- Alright, guys.
Change of plan.
Our chances of getting
the radar intel,
leaving no footprint,
and coming out in one piece
are next to zero.
But right now, that station
is still sending and receiving
information to the
Luftwaffe and the Wehrmacht.
- It tells the Luftwaffe
exactly where to strike.
- Not if we bring it down.
- Exactly. If we can cripple it,
at least we give your brothers
on the beach a shot
at getting away.
What do you say?
- You wanted to know why us four
tried to storm the HQ.
This is why.
Can't stand by. Not after
what we saw down there.
- 'Specially if we got a chance
to save some of our guys.
You tell us what to do.
- OK.
Gregson, you and your boys will
try and draw fire from cover.
We'll flank you.
And then we've got a shot at
using the grenades.
- No.
- No?
- Sorry, fellas. Can
you just give us a minute?
- Sure. Come on.
- You really think you've got
a chance at turning Franz Faber?
- Yes, but--
- Right, then listen.
They're beating us
with codes, with radar?
Our tanks --
they're stuck on that beach
because we didn't know about the
bloody pebbles. We can't fight
what we don't know about.
We need to crack open
German intelligence, right now.
You said he let you go
to protect his wife.
That he was scared.
You had access to the documents
in his safe. That doesn't
look good on him either.
If you and Alfred have a way
to take advantage of Faber,
you have to take it.
You need to go back to Paris.
- We'll work on a plan
after we're done here--
- No. You know the odds.
Two more bodies
is not gonna make or break
what happens here today.
- Listen, if you don't want me
to lead this mission--
- That's not it.
With what you two know,
we can't risk letting that...
- Risk letting that...
go to waste if, if we
don't make it out of here?
- You two have faced Faber
up close and survived.
Who else can say that?
You have the connection.
You're the only two
who could turn him.
- He's right.
- Out of the question.
If this has
any chance of working,
we need all hands on deck. We're
not turning our back on you.
- It's a slaughter.
German defenses weren't even
touched when our men landed.
- Air reconnaissance missed
the German gun positions.
- How?
- They were dug
in on the cliffs.
- And our tanks?
- They were the best.
How were we to know?
They had flamethrowers,
they were designed--
- If we weren't using someone's
holiday snaps as surveillance,
we'd have known that they'd have
NEVER made it up the beach.
- Duncan, the Russians have
been clamoring for some time
for an advance of any
kind on the Western front.
There will be a political,
if not a strategic gain.
- That's not gonna count
for much when the names
of these boys start rolling in.
- Guys? Wait for my signal.
-: Down to two grenades.
- Let's make 'em count.
- On my go.
- Wait!
You see the phone lines?
- What about them?
- On a day like today,
if we cut the phone lines
and they had to switch to radio,
would they encode their
communications?
- In the middle of battle?
I don't see how they could.
It would need to be in
real time to be useful.
- So, theoretically,
if we cut the phone lines,
we could intercept their radio
and read all the communications
coming from the station.
In clear.
- Theoretically.
- Isn't that a lot more valuable
than just destroying
the radar itself?
- Cutting the phone lines versus
tackling a heavily-gunned
station?
- We have more than enough
manpower to do that.
- You know what that means?
- You're going
after Franz Faber.
- Be safe.
- We will.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
-: Take care of yourself.
- Good luck.
Good luck.
- You too, Harry.
- You're knocking it
out of the park.
Just go do it again.
-: Bye.
- So, assuming we can
get him face to face,
why doesn't he just arrest us?
- Because if we don't
come back, our cell releases
incriminating photos of Sabine,
and she'll be shot for treason.
- What photos?
- I told him we had photos
of her fraternizing with me.
- But we don't.
- He doesn't know that.
- You think that's enough?
- If we want an ally
we can trust,
we need to recruit
him on principle.
- So all we have to do
is convince him
he really wants to
betray his own country.
- That's all we have to do.
- The phone line's cut.
- Did they see you?
- Nope.
- Anything?
- No. I'd tell you.
- What about now? Anything now?
- There it is.
- It's not even coded!
- It's bloody working!
- It's unbelievable--
- Shh!
Luftwaffe squadron, they're
getting orders to go after
the retreating boats.
- Bastards.
- Wait, wait. Duppel.
What's Duppel?
- I don't know.
- The planes are deploying
Duppel behind the boats.
- It's chaff.
They're dropping chaff. Flakes
of aluminium. Fools our radar
into thinking there are planes
up there when there's not.
- Why?
- Because...
Luftwaffe have to refuel.
- The mighty Luftwaffe won't--
- Harry! Tell the command centre
the boats need to leave
immediately! Ignore their radar!
- Something's come loose!
Hang on!
- Fast as they can!
Luftwaffe can't chase them
without running out of gas.
- Harry, get those
ships out of here now!
Everyone cover Harry!
- Harry!
- I know! I know!
- Just for that moment I saw,
in his eyes, past
the role he had to play.
- What'd you see?
- He was just a man.
Fragile. Vulnerable.
- Good. That's the man
we have to target.
We've got to find the scrap
of a soul that's left in there
after everything
he's done. What else?
- He loved his child.
He loves his wife.
- Sabine once told me she thinks
the only reason
he joined the party
was to make a good
impression on her father.
- Good. That's good,
if he did it for her.
- And on the train,
she was asking him
really tough questions
about what Germany's doing
and he didn't stand up
and defend them.
- Maybe he never
was a true believer.
- She's forcing him to think
about what his job
has turned him into.
- Someone who has
to shut down who he is
to get the job done.
- Someone's who's
trying to do his duty.
Trying not to feel.
Could you give me a hand?
Do you really
think we can do this?
- There's a chance.
- People surprise you.
- It would change everything.
-: Are you scared?
- No.
- Me neither.
Would it cross the line
for me to ask...
when you said my name,
what did it feel like?
- Something like that.
You ready?
- Yeah. We should go.
- We can't hold out any longer!
- They're not acknowledging!
- Keep trying!
- I'm gonna go on that ridge.
Cover Harry from behind.
- Tom!
- There's no time.
-: Here she comes.
She could be going
to meet Faber.
- Or she could be
trying to make an escape.
- Take the lead.
She doesn't know you.
- Harry?
- Almost!
- Gah!
- Tom!
Ugh. Out of ammo.
- Done! Done!
- Tom!
Tom!
Tom, Tom! Tom, Tom.
Look at me.
Tom, look at me. Tom.
I'm not dragging you around
the countryside again, mate.
Do you hear me? Stay with me,
you Yankee bastard. Hey!
Hey! Tell me what to do.
Tell me what to do!
-: Tom!
Tom!
- We have to go.
We have to go, Harry.
- We can't just leave him.
- No time. OK? We don't have
a choice. We need to go now.
- No, no, we have to bury him.
- We've no time!
The Germans will be on us
any second. If we get caught,
it's a bullet to the head.
Yeah? Come on, start walking.
Harry.
Harry. Harry,
start walking. He's dead.
There's nothing we can do.
- They did it.
The Germans in Pour-de-Lys
are transmitting in clear.
Everyone's started listening.
Our stations in England,
even Bletchley.
And this just came in.
- Well, the Freya station's
communicating with five,
six stations along the coast.
Stations we didn't even
know were there.
- And we can pinpoint what
frequencies they're using.
- Radar can see our
squadrons on the ground
before they even take off.
- We've been pushing London
to invest in radar jammers
for months. THIS
should end the debate.
- And the next time
we attempt a landing,
we'll have a window in.
- Take a look at the last
section. Our boys managed
to catch the Luftwaffe napping
in time to help the retreat.
- You should be
proud of your team.
- I am.
- There she is.
Sabine?
- Sabine. It's
so good to see you.
: It's going
to be fine, alright?
- So we are
"friends" again today?
- Let's not raise our voices.
- Don't you tell me what to do.
- Listen! I'm sorry...
about how you
had to learn the truth.
About your husband's
work. About me.
It must have been a shock,
and that's not how I wanted that
conversation to go. Trust me.
- What are you doing?
- I didn't want to have
to fight you for it.
- Is there a single word out of
your mouth you expect me
to believe?
- No gun.
- Give me my purse.
- Train tickets to Spain?
- Give me those back. Please!
- It's safest for all of us
if we just stay calm.
- Who are you?
- I know your husband.
From his work.
- I've never seen you before.
- I was his prisoner.
- Oh.
What do you want?
- We want you and your
husband to be safe.
- Safe? He said you made threats
about using photographs--
- We need you to walk home with
us, get us past the guard,
and once we're inside, you're
going to telephone your husband.
- Why?
- Because what we have to
propose to the two of you...
it might be the only way to heal
what you've endured together.
- And for you both
to find a way out.
- Do I have a choice?
- Please.
- Franz?
-: Who's there?
- Thank you, Sabine, for not
saying anything to the guard.
- You're "Helene." He's your
friend. There's nothing to say.
I keep my word.
I'll call Franz now
and tell him to come home.
Sit if you like.
Don't touch your gun!
-: Alright.
- Sabine, think carefully about
what you're doing right now.
- Now, both of you,
get out of my house.
- We're going. We're gonna
walk away slowly.
We're going. Slowly.
Do you know who
you're reminding me of?
- Just go.
- Polly Peachum.
- Don't you dare--
- Let's get her on the couch.
Get her gun.
Careful.
- I got her.
- Sabine!
- She's just unconscious.
- She's alright.
We swear.
- Get back! Back! Move!
What have you done?
- I'm sorry.
I had to knock her out,
but it was self-defence.
She was frightened.
She was armed. You had
a chance to shoot me yesterday
on the train. But you didn't,
because you know it's not wise.
So why don't we just
put our weapons down?
Here, this is yours.
Put it down right here.
He knows about the photographs.
About what happens
if we don't make it home.
We're not here to kill him.
We're just here to talk.
- So talk.
- Sabine knows a lot
more now than before.
About the regime you serve.
She'll keep asking questions.
Deserving answers.
There's no turning
back from that now.
- You tell me about all
the nice things she deserves,
but you're ready to frame her
as a traitor and have her shot?
You should make up your mind;
which role are you playing now?
- We'll play whichever--
- Those compromising pictures
of you and Sabine? All they
prove is that I was using her
to infiltrate your cell.
She was pretending to be your
friend. Show them to whoever
you want to.
- You know she'll never play
along with that story.
The two of you will have
a lot to talk about
and if you want to keep her
in your life, Franz...
you're gonna have to find
some answers of your own.
About what you
really believe in.
- Do you know what happened
today to your countrymen?
I believe you picked
the wrong day to try
to make a deal with me.
You don't know the position
I'm in now, what I can do.
- In your position?
What will you do
about the deportations...
...the concentration camps...
- That has
nothing to do with me.
- The systematic murder
of "undesirables."
It has everything
to do with you.
You don't believe in that.
- Or the "Special Institutes"
where they take the children
who don't meet the
standards of the Reich.
- We know about your boy.
- If a loving father
smothers the life
of his own child
to protect him from
something even worse,
what world is this
you're building?
- We're just trying to get home.
We had to leave our boat.
- They sent me to
collect the ID tags.
Only the German dead, they said.
Who will take theirs?
- I'm sorry.
We just want to get home.
- Get off the beach.
As soon as you can.
You don't want to go further.
You don't want to see.
- Harry! Harry!
That's enough! That's enough!
- Get off me!
- Get off! Get off him!
That's enough.
You said we're dead already.
If that's the case,
then what's the point?
What's the point of fighting?
Tom dying, these boys dying
has to mean something.
We have to go on.
-: I can't.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this...
- You poured me a cup of water.
Do you remember?
You drank from it yourself.
We're talking about when
your husband and I met.
When I was in prison,
I felt a connection with you
in that cell. I still do.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Yes, you do. You remember.
We talked about the
feeling when someone
you love disappears right
out from under your hands.
You knew that feeling.
Like a piece of your soul
is being torn away.
In Terre-du-Fils,
I saw the same look
in your face.
- You were there?
- You turned around.
You were sick after
what you'd done.
Do you know their names?
The men from that village?
Albert Bellerose.
Daniel Deforest.
Gilles Fournier.
- Stop.
- Pierre Sauvage.
Thomas Lefebvre.
- Just stop!
- I can tell you
every one of them.
You knew that what you did,
what's asked of you --
what will keep
being asked of you --
- It has nothing to do with
justice!
- With the kind of future you
want to live in with Sabine!
- Franz, what happened
in Terre-du-Fils?
- A future
where you won't
need secrets between you,
because you'd finally
be on the same side.
- Please, talk to me.
- I had to.
I had to...
execute 68 innocent men.
As a display of
reprisals for the murder of
Generalfeldmarschall Brandt.
- You "had to"?
- I, I had to.
I believed I had to.
- Like you believed you
had to sacrifice your boy
to the power you're serving now.
- What if you didn't?
- Imagine if you didn't.
-: His condition.
His... only imperfection
was that he could only
feel one thing at a time.
Love.
Sadness. Fear.
He felt it so deep.
Everything was
"scared" or "angry."
All I had to do was pick him up
and show him something joyful.
He would change in an instant.
If they had taken him,
and he would've been scared,
I couldn't be there
to fix it for him.
- You know why we're here.
- You're on the
wrong side, Franz.
- You can still make it right.
For Ulli.
- You know by heart
what this looks like --
when I pull the trigger,
what will happen.
:
You think you know me.
- Don't say that.
- You will never
contact me or
my wife again. Never.
You will leave us in peace.
If not, she will be found.
And I will make sure
you will watch.
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
โชโชโช
- Welcome back.
You get Faber?
Uh, pour you a drink?
- What happened?
- You'd have been proud.
You'd have been so proud.
- Sir, do you have a minute?
- Yes.
- A special courier
from Paris just came in
with a letter from Tom.
- From Tom?
- To me.
Neil found it. He sent it on.
- I didn't know you and Tom...
- Corresponded?
Um, I wanted to read this
to you.
Here.
"Being here, with them,
"and what we're about to do,
"I'm glad I'm here.
"I wasn't sure before, but I've
been learning to trust my gut.
And this feels right."
I thought he'd want you to know.
Don't blame yourself.
No regrets.
- Thank you.
Is there...
something else?
- Yeah.
: "Funny
thing, to just trust your gut.
"You feel free.
"I've got more thoughts
on the subject.
"On what feels right.
"But maybe that should wait
till I can tell you in person.
: Maybe."
That's it. He ran out of time.
- I'm so... I'm so sorry,
Krystina.
- No, just give me
something to do.
Right now, I just
need something to do.
- His parents are in Manhattan.
I'd like it if it were
you who told them.
- I can do that.
- The usual...
nothing specific.
- Of course.
Thank you.
- Any luck?
- Not much to be had.
- Tin of meat. Black
market's running dry.
- We'll find something on the
road.
- Where are we heading?
- We're gonna leave the city.
Move east. Wait for orders.
-: Were you followed?
- No.
- How did you find us?
Why are you here?
- Albert Bellerose.
Daniel Deforest.
Gilles Fournier.
Ulli Faber.
I'm here for them.
I'm here for my son.
Tell me what it is
you want me to do.
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