All language subtitles for Wish.Me.Luck.S01E05.DVDRip.XviD.SPRiNTER

[theme music]

[door opening and closing]

[footsteps]

- Cyrano.
- What?

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's only me.

Oh, sorry.

God, I must have nodded off.

I was miles away.

Sailing on the Soland.

Are you very tired?

Dogger.

Oh, it's not so much
the physical slog.

It's the endless concentration.

And I used to think
weekly rep was hard graft.

Have you tried of
Cad's buck-you-up pills?

No, I'm saving those for when
the going gets really hard.

You look a bit groggy yourself.

No, just a bit of a cold.

Latest stuff for Gregoire.

There's details of
personnel and supplies,

plus ammo requirements.

For God's sake, don't
leave it lying around.

I'm not in the habit of
leaving things lying around.

Unlike some I could mention.

Have you seen her since
she moved to [inaudible]??

Only once.

I might look in on
my way back now.

LIZ: Do.

She needs company.

COLIN: I know.

Take care.

They've increased
the spot checks.

Be in touch.

[footsteps]

VICKY: Look, Gran!

Quickly, Gran!

There's another
letter from my mummy.

Oh, yes.

Mickey Mouse.

And a letter from Daddy.

For me.

Oy, governor.

Oh, sorry.

How much?

[inaudible], please.

CAD: Sorry, girl.

I gather you've been
at the war office.

Bloody desk wallers.

I hope they were duly
impressed without our gen

on the bill up in area three.

Impressed, hell.

They want more, don't they?

List of queries as
long as your arm.

Why the devil can't they
send in their MI5 chaps?

Colin's on the spot.

But dammit, he's
not a trained spy.

You think I didn't
point that out?

What's going on, Cad?

There's more to this
than meets the eye.

Yes.

They've finally
condescended to tell me.

Combined operations are
planning a major offensive

centered on that area,
part of Operation Osprey.

MAN: So that's it.

Not only are we expected
to provide all the data,

they want to help on the
ground for the actual raid.

[speaking german]

[MAN SPEAKING GERMAN IN
DISTANCE]

[dog barking]

[dog barking in distance]

[dog barking]

[MAN SHOUTING IN GERMAN, DOG
BARKING]

Come in.

Well, excuse me.
I was looking--

Cyrano.
COLIN: What?

Meet Marianne Lafarge,
traveler in cosmetics.

Good god.

Well, I got fed up with that
dreary little district nurse.

Anyway, I thought Krieger
might be checking on her.

Well, what do you think?

COLIN: Well, I think you're mad.

Ah, thanks a lot.

Well, for a start
you look even more--

I mean-- oh, dammit.

You're supposed to look
conspicuously, Amy.

Oh, come on.
It'll tone down.

COLIN: And what about
your papers and things?

[inaudible]
- They're getting me new ones.

Don't flap.

And what happens
in the meantime?

Supposing they stop--

Why shouldn't I dye
my hair if I want to?

Christ, what else is
there for me to do?

It's all right for you
and Celeste, isn't it?

At least you meet
up with each other.

You know what my
life consists of now?

Just killing time.

Pacing the streets,
collecting bits of paper

from the same old places,
sitting in crummy cafes,

not even allowed a fag.

Then back here,
counting messages

till I can't see
straight, tapping

away on that sodding machine.

And you tell me I
shouldn't dye my hair.

Well, stuff you.

I'll dye it green if I want to.

Would you rather I went?

Don't you bloody well dare.

Sorry I'm late.

What in God's name--

It's all right.

Cyrano's report's quite
safe, if a little damp.

What happened?

I made a detour
through some woods

to avoid some German soldiers.

One of their dogs chased me.

It's all right.

No harm done.

I can see that.

No, I'm fine, honestly.

Will you stop being so
bloody stiff upper lip?

Let's get your out
of those wet clothes.

And that scratch
needs seeing to.

No, please.

KIT: What?

It's all right.

Just so long as--

please don't be kind.

You kept your head.

You got the report back safely.

That's all that matters.

Come on.

[inaudible]
attacked our Labrador

puppy when we were little.

And I went for it with a
stick, and it turned on me,

and I've been afraid
of them ever since.

Feeling afraid's
nothing to be ashamed of.

It's agents who haven't
the imagination to be

afraid that I worry about.

There.

That should be all right.

Thank you.

Are you warm enough?

My feet are a bit cold.

KIT: Here.

Borrow these.

Thank you.

[cows mooing]

Clotilde's making
you some soup.

LIZ: Oh, lovely.

KIT: They're my best ones.

Well, I'd better knit
you some more, then.

It'll give me something to
do while I'm hanging around.

What size are your feet?

KIT: 44.

What's the matter?

How can we talk about
killing people and knitting

socks in the same breath?

KIT: It's the only
way to keep sane.

I'll move my things
into Jack's room.

Oh, I shan't stay.

As soon as I'm
warm, I'm gonna go--

No, you'll have to.

Your clothes won't
be dry till morning.

And besides, you've
no bicycle now.

But Claudine will
worry if I'm not back.

Damn Claudine.

[music playing]

Claudine, I can't find it.

What was it you were
looking for, Therese?

THERESE: The book I told
you about, the one Werner

was so anxious for me to read.

You know, the Western.
- Oh.

"The Decline of the
West" by Oswald Spengler.

That's it.

I knew it was some
kind of Western.

I said to Werner, I
told him I wouldn't

sleep with him again unless he
started to take me seriously.

And that's when he told
you about "The Decline

of the West."

You understand,
Claudine, don't you?

If you let men take
advantage of you, they will.

As far as I can see,
Therese, the colonel

wasn't exactly taking
advantage of you.

No, you're just looking at
the superficial things--

the coffee,
cigarettes, and things.

Well, of course, I
understand, Therese.

But there are some in
this town who might not.

You don't have to tell me.

The looks I've had to take.

Do you know someone threw stone
through my mother's window?

Lord, I hope you
told the colonel.

I most certainly did.

He's a darling,
really, you know.

But I suppose I see the
softer side of him, don't I?

He hates the Nazis, really.

The party, I mean.

He was just a businessman
before the war started.

Did you know that?

I had heard.

Yes.

But I really mustn't
chatter on like this.

Of course not.

And, eh-- here's
that book you wanted.

It's awfully large.

Have you got the
pocket book edition?

Did you have lots of affairs
with well-known actresses?

Oh, let me see, now.

There was, eh, Myrna
Loy, Dana Durbin,

and Dorothy [inaudible]--

No.

Did you?

Do always interrogate
men about their love lives?

No.

But then, I've never met a
man I could talk to before.

I always wanted a brother.

I wouldn't have
minded a sister.

Though, Mother's always been
more like a sister, really.

We've always been friends.

That's why you get
along with women.

Not like most of the
public school brigade.

Does she know you're out here?

Mmhm.

MATTY: You told her?

Well, I wanted her to
be prepared just in case.

MATTY: Ah, you mustn't
even think of it.

Well, I don't often.

It's only when I see one of
the Gestapo heading my way.

I saw two of
them the other day.

COLIN: Mmhm?

Dragging this old
man out of a house.

He was a Jew.

Had been hiding in the cellars.

I kicked him around like
he was a sack of potatoes.

It was all I could do to stop
myself from getting in there

and kicking them.

I'm half Jewish.

Cyrano?

[inaudible]

[cow mooing]

KIT: Good morning.

I've been to fetch your bicycle.
It's in the shed.

You shouldn't have done that.

Well, I reckoned
it would save time.

I sorted out Cyrano's
stuff last night.

I want you to take
a message to Aimee.

Cad'll be champing at the bit.

I'll go straight onto
[inaudible] after I've been

to Claudine's [inaudible].

How are you
feeling this morning?

Fine.

KIT: You don't look too good.

I'd better get ready.

Yes, well, for
God's sake, take care.

Rumor has it there's been
a directive from Hitler.

All British agents are to be
treated as partisans if caught,

rather than as a
military personnel.

And you know what that means.

Extension two
four three, please.

Good morning.

I wonder if I might
speak to Ms. Ashley.

Mrs. Woodville.

Yes, it's in connection with my
daughter, Elizabeth Grainger.

Put her through, would you?

Good morning, Mrs. Woodville.
Faith Ashley speaking.

MRS. WOODVILLE (ON PHONE):
Oh, hello, Ms. Ashley.

I hope you don't mind
my contacting you.

Of course not.

How's Vicky?

Eh, she's going back
to school next week.

FAITH (ON PHONE): Splendid.

I'll let Elizabeth know.

Ms. Ashley, I wonder
if I might come and see

you once Vicky's gone back.

I wouldn't bother you, only my
daughter did tell me to contact

you if anything cropped up.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

- I hope you enjoy it.
- Thanks.

[door opening]

Oh, thank heaven.

I was worried stuff.

I'm sorry.
I got held up.

I spent the night with Gregoire.

Did you, indeed?

Oh, for goodness sake.

Oh, it's only a joke.

it's probably as well
you weren't here.

I had another visit from
the beady-eyed colonel.

I thought he'd never go.

Did he ask about me?

In passing.

I said you were
staying with friends.

And I played up the
little widow story till I

was almost sobbing myself.

Hey, you look ghastly.

It's this cold.

It seems to have got worse.

That's more than a cold.

Bed for you, my girl.

No, I've got to
get to [inaudible]..

Matron's orders.

And I'll send Sophie
to the chemist.

No, I've got an important
message to deliver to--

Well, the message
will have to wait.

[knocking]

[knocking]

Are you Aimee?

MATTY: Yeah.

Oh, thank heavens.

I thought I might
have the wrong place.

I'm Claudine de Valois.

MATTY: Oh.

You'd better come in.

What the hell are
you doing here?

No one's supposed
to know where I am.

CLAUDINE: Celeste sent
me with a message.

She's not well.

How do I know that?

My dear girl, I'd hardly rush
out here for my own amusement.

Well, for all I know, you
could be a collaborator.

Well, test me then.

Ask me something.

But for heaven's
sake, get on with it.

What's the name
of Celeste's son?

Celeste Sorensen
has no children.

Her husband was killed before
he could propagate the line.

Liz Granger, on the other
hand, has an enchanting

little daughter called
Victoria, who was christened

in Knightsbridge in 1937.

Satisfied?

Glad to be sure.

Of course.

It's just that I have a
velo taxi waiting outside.

MATTY: So where's the message?

CLAUDINE: All madly
cloak and dagger.

You'd better sit down.

Been entertaining?

MATTY: Yeah.

I invited the local
[inaudible] for a knees up.

So what's wrong with Celeste?

Some sort of fever.

She'll be right
all right, though.

My housekeeper is
looking after her.

MATTY: Oh, housekeeper, ey?

She has been in
the family for years.

So Liz is in good hands.

Celeste, not Liz.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Well, you give her my love.

And is that the only message?

Tell her this'll go
out on my next sched.

Sched?

Scheduled transmission.

CLAUDINE: Ah.

You do it from here, do you?
- No, not always.

I try and ring the changes.

There's too many
detective hands around.

Well, I don't
envy you your job.

I'd sooner have it than yours.

Making up to the Germans
and their lady friends, now,

that would really
turn my stomach.

You think it
doesn't turn mine?

[sighs]

Ah.

You're awake now.

LIZ: Did you see Aimee?

Yes.

Don't worry.

What a funny little
thing she is.

Not at all what I expected.

How do you mean?

Well, I rather thought
you'd all been recruited

through the old school network.

You know, I'd forgotten what
an appalling snob you were.

Let's face it.

She wouldn't have gone
down too well in Lausanne.

I don't know.

She might have been
just what we needed.

She's Jewish, isn't she?

LIZ: What?

Your friend Aimee.

What makes you say that?

CLAUDINE: I can usually tell.

Don't get me wrong.

I've nothing against them.

She may well be.

I don't think we've
ever talked about it.

Anyway, she said to tell
you that her message would

be relayed on her next sched.

See how I'm picking
up the jargon?

LIZ: Thank you for going.

What are friends for?

I'm afraid our friendship
has landed you with more

than you bargained for.

CLAUDINE: Look at the
risks you're taking.

And this isn't
even your country.

No, but it was
always my second home.

I hadn't realized quite how
much France meant to me until I

heard you'd been invaded.

It was like hearing they'd
marched into Devon or Cornwall.

I'd never felt such a sense of--

outrage.

We had such fun, didn't we?

Perhaps I'll show this to
Colonel Krieger next time

he calls.

It'll add further conviction.

[typing out morse code]

[beeping]

Oh, come on, Lois.
Not again.

[beeping]

Sod.

MAN: Strooth, might as
well be in double Dutch.

Come on, Faith.

You're the wizard.

Bad reception again?

MAN: Yes.

Can't blame the telegraphist.

She's Matty's godmother.

Well, I'll have a crack at it.

MAN: Combined operations
have been barking at my heels

again too.

So bloody frustrating.

There they are,
risking their necks

to get us the information, and
we have this to contend with.

There must be an easier way.

[whistling]

MATTY: Hello, stranger.

You got my message.

I thought it safer not
to come to your room.

I wish you had.

I got another flaming puncher.

I had to push it the
last three kilometers.

And I just started my period.

Hell.

Mind you, I was
quite relieved.

I was over two weeks late.

[inaudible] too.

It's tension, I suppose.

They did warn us.

I was scared it was something
more substantial than tension.

My last little fling.

LIZ: Thank god it wasn't.

Yeah.

I don't suppose Cad's
got a pill for that.

LIZ: Here, let me do that.

She's really got
it made, doesn't

she, Claudine de Valois?

She's a good contact.

And she has lost her home.

MATTY: Yeah, but she's
[inaudible] much.

Taxis, housekeepers,
silk stockings.

I'm telling you, black
market food, I bet.

I admit, she likes
her creature comforts.

But she is one of us, I promise.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'd trust
her with my life.

Yeah, well, you are
doing, aren't you?

Are there any
messages for Gregoire.

Yes.

Cad wants someone to
go back to London.

LIZ: Me?

There's no one else?

But if they want to know
more about the dock situation,

surely Cyrano should--

Cyrano's needed at the port.

There could be
further developments.

How long will it be for?

Only a few days.

You'd be flown out, returned
by sea from Gibraltar.

You'll be thoroughly briefed
by Cyrano and myself.

Well, of course I'll
go if you want me.

I thought you'd be pleased.

A chance to see your daughter.

Do you think so?

I had visions of being
incarcerated in Park

Grove Mansion the entire time.

I'm sure Faith will
arrange something.

Yes, she has been wonderful.

Right.

Practicalities.

We'll need to find
another airstrip.

[morse code beeping]

[motorcycle engine]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, Roy.

Yes, thanks for calling back.

We've had a message through.

Our people have selected a site.

Yeah, I'll send someone
round with the details

so your chaps can get cracking
on the aerial photographs.

The port defenses have
been considerably reinforced.

But there is one weak spot here.

Foundations are pretty shaky.

Because of the sand?

Yes.

I'm recommending that
they concentrate on that.

The details are all there.

Why don't you take the bunk
upstairs, browse through it

quietly?

Then we can go through it again,
and you can ask any questions.

I will do.

So I'll see you later.

She'll get it all sorted.

Don't worry.

Well, I wasn't.

I remember her during training.

Beavering away.

[cow mooing]

How did she strike you?

COLIN: As a candidate?

Yes.

Want me to be honest?

I wouldn't ask if I didn't.

Well, frankly, I didn't
think she's stay the course.

Why?

Well, it was obvious
that she had reservations.

She's a woman with
a small child.

It's hardly surprising, is it?

No.

There.

That's everything,
right up to date.

LIZ: Hang on.

I'm just gonna finish this row,
and then I'll look through it.

These should be
ready before I go.

KIT: You've got
to do a fine art.

Knitting-- the French way.

It's taking me a while.

At home, we were
always knitting socks.

For soldiers.

English style.

All those make do
and mend afternoons

with mother organizing
everyone and Vicky

sewing cross stitch purses.

It seems like another world now.

Not for me, thank you.

So Vicky went off
to school all right?

Yes.

She didn't want to go,
but she was very brave.

Reminded me of her
mother at the same age.

How is she, Ms. Ashley?

Fine.

And I've some good news for you.

She'll be back in London
shortly for a few days.

On leave?

Not exactly.

But I've no doubt she'll fit
in a visit to you and Vicky.

And afterwards.

Will she be returning
to Scotland?

Yes.

MRS. WOODVILLE: Do
you know how long for?

Only I had a letter
from her husband.

Is that why you
wanted to see me?

Yes.
He's rather flummoxed.

He said her letters
were so vague.

FAITH: Of necessity.

I hoped you might
shed some light.

I'm afraid I can't tell you
any more than you know already.

MRS. WOODVILLE: Which
is precisely nothing.

I'm sorry.

Ms. Ashley, I'm not a fool.

As an ex-army wife, I recognize
a smokescreen when I see one.

My daughter is not
in Scotland, is she?

As an ex-army wife,
you'll appreciate

the need for security.

Keep it from me, if you
must, But surely her husband

has a right to know.

There's something else
I should tell you.

Ask them to do what?

Replace Celeste
with a mail courier

trained in sabotage work.

[priest chanting in latin]

And I want it sent
at once, priority.

[congregation chanting]

The new chap can be flown
in on the same plane.

Does she know?

No.

And I don't intend her to.

Oh, but that's not
fair, [inaudible]??

Would you please
keep your voice down?

[priest chanting]

Why do you want someone else?

KIT: I have my reasons.

Then she's entitled
to hear them.

KIT: No.

Better she hears from
Cad when she gets back.

MATTY: I don't think so.

I think you owe her--

I'm not interested
in your opinion.

[priest chanting]

Your job is to transmit what
you're told to transmit.

Understood?

[priest speaking in latin]
- Right then.

The BBC message.

Antmord will be
going on holiday.

OK?

Antmord will be
going on holiday.

We've covered the arrangements
for Liz Grainger's

pick up and de-briefing.

Anything more on that front?

How soon will she be
returning to France?

I was coming to that.

She won't be.

I thought we were sending
her via [inaudible]..

You mean not at all?

CAD: Kit has asked
for a replacement.

On what grounds?

Communications, as
we know, all too well,

are somewhat limited.

But he makes it quite
clear it's no reflection

on her competence.

CAD: Kit has asked for a mail
courier with sabotage training.

Thank god
someone's seen sense.

Liz is not just a woman.

She's a first class agent.

That may be.

But it's no place for.

What if it were to get out that
we're sending young mothers

into occupied territory?

The whole outfit would
come into disrepute.

Oh, so it's our reputation
you're worried about?

We're not exactly
the blue-eyed boys

of the establishment, are we?

If that's what we were after,
none of us would be here.

To return to
Elizabeth's replacement.

I thought Nigel Piggot
might be our man.

He's hot on explosives.

He's over 35.

So he won't be picked
up for forced labor.

OK.

I see the need for an agent
with sabotage expertise.

But why can't Kit have both?

Well, Kit's the
man in the field.

I must trust his judgment.

What's to say his
judgment isn't clouded?

The poor devil must
be punch drunk by now.

If I thought there
was any danger of that,

I'd be bringing him home.

I'll be taking Elizabeth
off the active list

as soon as she returns.

Nigel Piggot will replace her.

It's a damn waste.

She's done her bit, Victor.

Let her go back
to her family, ey?

Where she belongs.

That's another factor
I had to consider.

Something's cropped up
on her domestic front.

Faith.

It's her husband.

He's been posted
back to England.

This time tomorrow, I could
be walking up Regent Street.

MATTY: Do you remember the
first time we ever met,

in that War Office place?

You'd lettered your stocking.

And you lent me some nail
varnish, then ticked me

off for being a blabbermouth.

Now I feel like I've
known you forever.

Me too.

Celeste, will you
do something for me?

LIZ: What's that?

Go and see me mum.

I'd love to if there's time.

It depends how soon
they send me back.

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Only if there's time.

Give her this.

A little present.

What's the address?

37 Victoria Street, Stepney.

37 Victoria Street, Stepney.

Well, take care of yourself.

Yeah.

Bye.

It's been nice having
another woman around.

You make it sound as
if I'm going forever.

I'll see you soon.

And tell Granddad
to keep his chin up.

You can see what's happened.

Off its food, is it?

Not the rabbit.

Blimey, I thought you were
supposed to be the clever ones.

Her in there, Matty's old lady.

Matty did explain
before she left.

No, she bleeding
well didn't want.

I had to drag it out of her.

No, I mean, she
explained to me

about her mother's condition.

Well, still,
Stepney and all that.

Don't suppose it matters too
much to the likes of you.

Now, if she'd gone [inaudible]
bleeding Knightsbridge--

That has nothing to do
with anything, Mr. Firman.

Oh, no, now, listen
Miss La-dee-da.

I've been around too long to
mind me P's and Q's with you

lot.

I was at [inaudible],, as
you know, and Passiondale.

Then you'll understand
that we must all

make sacrifices in time of war.

Has Matty's pay been coming
through to you all right?

Well, it's gone up
a bit since my day,

but it still don't barely
keep me in wood binds.

Matty was particularly anxious
that both you and her mother

were looked after.

I ain't no bleeding invalid.

Looked after.

Yeah.

You ain't come to tell
her she's a goner?

No, of course not.

Everything's fine.

She just wanted to make sure her
mother had her birthday present

and that you were
receiving her pay.

Fine bleeding
birthday it's going

to be with Matty in France.

She told you she
was going to France?

Course.

Well, not exactly.

She didn't tell us.

I just put two and two together.

I mean, what do you want
to put a girl like that

in the la-dee-da [inaudible].

She's factory fodder
to you, that girl.

The only thing that's different
is she speaks French better

than what I do English.

I can see where Matty gets her
instinctive intelligence from.

Oh, don't you give me
no soft soap, missus.

I know she's in
danger all the time.

Now, tell me-- for once in your
life, tell the working class

the truth.

Is she safe?

Oh, come on.

Is she?

Is she safe?

Of course she is, Mr. Firman.

I don't believe you.

[music playing faintly]

Claudine?

Celeste.

What sort of a day have you had?

Exhausting.

I'd forgotten how tiring
teaching could be?

Krieger?
- No, his bitch.

Poor darling.

Therese is here.

Come and have some tea with us.

I'm trying to get her
into a talkative mood.

Thank you, no, but I've
got to go straight out again.

I'm come to collect my stuff.

Oh, it's on, is it?

All being well.

Give Vicky a big kiss from me.

I'll see you in a week's time.

I'll see you later then.
Sorry, Therese.

It was only Celeste.

[knocking]

(WHISPERING) Aimee.

Aimee.

Are you there?

[sighs]

Oh, thank god.

What the sod are
you doing here?

Shut up and listen.

I've already wasted enough time.

Krieger knows about
the pick up tonight.

His men will be waiting.

Sod.

Are you sure?
- Yes.

His mistress told me.

Now, do you know where Liz is?

I must warn her.

No, there won't be time.

The BBC program goes out
in less than an hour.

Once she gets the go
ahead, she'll be off.

Well, there must be
something we can do.

I'll have to contact London
emergency transmission.

[morse code tapping]

Oh, come on, come on.

[tapping]

Next square meal you
get should be in London.

Half an hour before
Aunt Maude's due.

[phone ringing]

Aimee's coming through
on emergency frequency.

[electric whirring]

[morse beeping]

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Oh, put him through.

Hello, Stanley.

What?

Shit.

I see.
Right.

Leave it to me.

[ringing]

Get me the BBC Liaison
Officer at once.

What do you mean, not there?

Oh, hell!

Then get me Bush House, quickly.

Faith.

Faith!

Emergency message from Aimee.

The Germans know
about the pick up.

She can't contact
Liz and the others.

Oh, god.

We've got to stop that
BBC message going through.

The liaison chap's
already left the studio.

I'm trying to get Bush House.
Oh, come on.

Answer, will you?

The program starts
in 10 minutes.

I'm well aware of that.

Bush House.

Urgent.

French section.
Well, get onto the field.

Tell them it's off.
- Right.

Ah.

Will you please put me through
to the personal messages

studio at once?

Colonel James Cadogan.

No, I can't call back
after the program.

That may very well be.

But this is an emergen--

hello.

Hello?

Now I've been cut off.

Hello?

I'd be quicker
going round myself.

There's a family
driving downstairs.

CAD: She'd better be a good one.
- Hello.

Get me the duty
officer, would you?

[electronic whirring]

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):
--personal messages.

Leon sends his love to Yvette.

The band will be
playing in the park.

Oh, hell.

Born 18th of June
1903, sends kisses

to his girl and thanks Joseph.

Grandma Jeujette thanks
Marie for her gift.

Juliette's baby is blooming.

Aunt Maude will be
going on a holiday.

That's it then.

Peter will be going
up the hill tonight.

His mother would like him
back in bed and by 13:50.

I have a correction.

Aunt Maude will not be
going on Holiday I repeat.

Aunt Maude will not
be going on holiday.

Louis sends his love to Annette.

- Which way will you go?
- Across the fields.

I don't risk the roads.

I'll come with
you part of the way.

No, don't bother.

[inaudible]

No, I want to.

There's something I have to
tell you before you leave.

[inaudible]

[engine]

Maurice.

What the hell are
you doing here?

[exhales]

All's well.

They heard it.

The operation was called off.

Oh, thank heaven.

If Liz had been captured--
well, any of them--

Just as we were
bringing her back,

yes, that would
have been ironic.

FAITH: Now what?

Organize another
pick up, post haste.

The powers that be re furious
about the delay as it is.

Don't they ever
think about the people?

They can't afford to.

I'm not sure that we can, Faith.

MAURICE: Tomorrow night?

KIT: By Lysander.

The ammo will have to wait.

MAURICE: Not again.

We're down to our last batch.

KIT: I know.

But Cyrano's report's
the first priority.

MAURICE: I suppose there's
no hope that anyone

will tell us what's going on.

KIT: Look, Maurice.

I don't know any
more than you do.

MAURICE: What about the
reception committee?

KIT: You, me, and Celeste.

I'm not risking
anyone else this time.

We should be able to
cope with the Lysander.

I found out who it was.

It was one of my men.

He told his sister.

She has a friend who
cleans for the Germans.

KIT: Why can't they keep
their bloody mouths shut?

MAURICE: Don't worry.

He won't be opening
his mouth again.

You've dealt with him?

Yeah.

Some of your brandy, Colonel?

No, thank you.

This is not a social call.

Oh.

Dear.

I hope I haven't
contravened any regulations.

I have a proposition
to put to you.

CLAUDINE: How intriguing.

Do sit down.

No, thank you.

Not only are you an
extremely attractive woman,

Madame de Valois,
but I think you also

have a keen sense of business.

CLAUDINE: I take that as a
compliment, coming from you.

Which is why I'm
sure you've agreed

to what I'm about to propose.

Oh, what is it?

I'm dying of curiosity.

It's quite simple.

Either you agree to work
for me as a double agent,

or I hand you over to the
Gestapo, who will doubtless

enjoy extracting
information from you

about your British friends.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

KRIEGER: I think you do.

It was you who warned them
the other evening, wasn't it?

Warned who?

About what?

KRIEGER: Let's not waste time.

Therese told you of
our plan to intercept

the plane from England.

No, I don't know--

She admitted it.

After a little persuasion.

You were also seen leaving
the shop in a hurry

after she'd gone.

I was going to visit a friend.

KRIEGER: A friend with a radio.

I promise you, Colonel,
I'm at a total loss to know--

Stop playing games, Claudine!

I would hate to see you in the
hands of those Gestapo sadists.

I would also hate to see you
lose all your possessions.

You're a woman
who needs comfort.

I don't think a prison
cell would suit you at all.

Do you?

MAN (ON RADIO): And that is the
end of the personal messages.

And now--

No correction this time.

It's on.

Kit, the other night,
before Maurice turned up,

you were about to
tell me something.

Yes.

I'd intended to leave it to Cad.

But Aimee's right.

You should hear it from me.

Hear what?

I've asked for
you to be replaced.

Why?

KIT: It's best all round.

Who says it is?

KIT: I do.

But I've done my job
all right, haven't I?

You know damn well you have.

LIZ: Then why?

It's too dangerous
for a woman out here.

Look.

I'm prepared to take
that risk, or I wouldn't

have volunteered for the--

KIT: Well, I'm not prepared
to let you anymore.

Don't I have any
say in the matter?

KIT: No.

I'm sorry.

I've already lost my
wife in this damn war.

I'm not delivering you into
the hands of the Gestapo,

because that's
what it could mean.

But you're not
replacing Aimee.

KIT: That's different.
- Well, why?

She's a woman.

If anything, she's
in more danger.

Because she
hasn't got a child.

That is my business.

If I'm prepared to leave my--

And because I don't
spend my whole bloody time

worrying about her.

I told you it didn't do
to get close to people

out here, that it
makes one vulnerable.

Well, you've made me vulnerable.

And there's too much
at stake for that.

I know what it is.

It's because I'm Jack's
sister, isn't it?

If he hadn't been
a friend of yours,

if I'd been just
another courier,

if you'd never met
me before, then--

No, blast you.

It's not because
you're Jack's sister.

That's why.