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[theme music]

[music playing]

See you on court.

Hello, Cyrano.

I dreamed of you yet.

Just come from it.

And what's HR got you do?

They're sending me
off into the wilds

for some sabotage training.
How about you?

Get through all right?

And I see and can't think how.

Must be that lethal
backhand of yours.

Don't suppose we'll be
playing much tennis in France.

What have they got
you lined up for?

Courier.

And I got on a special course.

They're taking her then.

Well, she did jolly well.

Well, I thought, you
know, with a child.

I suppose they know
what they're up to.

What about Aimee?

Wireless operator, presumably.

Oh, gosh, haven't you heard?

She was turned down.

Do you know where she is?

Hold it.

It's only me.

I just heard.

Don't you dare make
some feeble remark

about me being best out of it.

I wouldn't.

I know how much it
mattered to you.

Do you?

How?

I'll just kill that Duncan and
that Colonel-bloody-Cadogan.

Well, what did Cad say?

That I'd be a security risk.

I leave things lying
around and my big mouth,

like I did in the park.

You warned me, didn't you?

Go on.
Go on.

Say it.
I told you so.

I'm very sorry.

The awful thing is
he's sodding well right.

I know it's a disappointment.

Well, it's more than that.

Five rejections.

That's a third of
the intake, Faith.

Who's to say what others
won't go back before the end.

Yes I feel Miss Grainger's
still a question mark.

She's one we can
least afford to lose.

I've got her penciled
in for Kit Vanston.

I don't think we should
put any pressure on her, Cad.

She'd be ideal.

Knows the Brogue area.

And there's her old school chum.

That's a maybe,
but she must be

given every chance to pull out.

Yes, yes, I know, but
we must have more people,

especially in area three.

I was hoping to send
Pierre Boulange there, too.

He's far too volatile.

Major Duncan was right.

Wonder if he was right
about Mathilde Firman?

We couldn't have risked her.

We've only got
his report to go on.

And the other instructors.

I'm not sure old Duncan
isn't getting too damn choosy

these days.

Are you sure it isn't you who
are lowering your standards?

Quality, not quantity,
we said at the beginning.

In the beginning, we
didn't know the half.

[music playing]

We've already cut the
length of the courses.

What else can we do?

We've been rushing
them through.

And the time.

And that's what we
will seeking civilians.

Well, for Christ's sake, do
you think that's what I want?

Do you think I enjoy sending
a lot of half trained amateurs

into that unholy mess.

Sometimes I wonder
why I took the job on.

Tell me why when you
ask me to join you.

You said you owed it to France.

They were good days.

[whistling]

Oh, shut up.

First thing, are you?
- Yes.

They've given me a week's leave.

Mother's collecting
Vicky from school.

And then you're
coming back here?

Yes.

You're so lucky.

I don't suppose we'll
ever see each other again.

We must keep up.

That's swap addresses.

You don't have an address.

You'll be in France.

So you've condescended to
pay us a visit, have you?

What's that in
your fanny getup?

I shan't be
needing it after all.

He turned you down?

I just said so, didn't I?

Bloody cheat.

You're worth 10 of them
lah-dee-dah [inaudible]..

Granddad.

Anyhow, you
don't want to spend

the rest of the war driving
bleeping colonels around.

Take it from me, girl, you're
best off down in the factory.

She'll be glad to
see you, anyway.

Hello, Mom.

Still keeping the flags flying?

Matty.

You are back.

Yeah.

I'm back.

There's your gate.

Why don't you give
it a try, Vic?

No.

Go on, Vicky.

Don't be such a chump.

[music playing]

She's afraid you'll
leave her again.

I shall be, on Monday.

Vicky.

Vicky.

[chattering]

Everything gives you
the pit, these days.

I wouldn't mind swapping
places with her, though.

Really?

At least she gets
out there, sees--

I reckon it was just as boring
singing "White Cliffs of Dover"

all day.

Nothing could be
as boring as this.

Suzanne, what's this fellow?

He's an over lieutenant
in the Wehrmacht.

And what do you
know from this badge?

Oh, help.

That's a talking cop contact.

He's with a Panzer division.

Good.

Celeste, what do
you know about him?

He's not a German.

He's one of the Milice.

One of the ones who
are in with the SS.

Yes.

It's just as well
to remember that not

all Frenchmen are on your side.

They don't have to
be in Milice uniform

to be collaborators, either.

Do you understand?

But I knew him well.

I had a safe house with
him and his family.

The SS must have
got something on him.

He was one of our
most trusted contacts.

You can never really
trust the communist.

He wasn't a communist.

Trades unionist then.

And even if he had
been, for Christ's sake,

there'd be no resistance in that
area without the communists.

I still think we
should avoid him--

If you had your
way, nobody would

be working for this outfit
except the stuffed shirts

like yourself.

Please, Victor.

May we carry on
with this meeting?

Sorry.

Sorry, Gil.

It's just--

Anyway, he's been
dealt with now.

And can we turn to area 3?

There was a message from Kit--

Gregoire last night.

He's pretty sure there's
something going on at the port.

I wonder what
they really feel.

It's all so carefully worded.

From an old boyfriend.

He wonders what I'm up to.

But no.

It's difficult to
believe, isn't it?

That there was
ever a life before.

Yours from your husband?

Yes, it is.

He's in North
Africa, you said?

Cairo, Staff HQ.

- Should be safe enough.
- Yes.

I think it's mostly paperwork.

He's a lawyer.

Crikey.

He doesn't look like
a lawyer at all.

That's not Lawrence.

That's my brother Jack.

He was shot down over
Germany last November.

How frightful.

Can you make anything of it?

I see what you mean.

God knows who Kit's
using to transmit.

Some Frenchman, I presume.

None of our people
are that inaccurate.

You're beginning
to sound like Gil.

If only operators didn't
take so damn long to train.

Well, that reminds me.

We had another letter from
Mathilde Firman this morning.

She's certainly persistent.

I wish we could have--

You got it.

First part anyway.

They've someone
established in the docks.

Docs.

That's what the word was.

Good.

Might get some information now.

The rest of it'll
take some time.

And a lot of guesswork.

Can I leave it
with you, Faith?

I really must get home tonight.

It's our wedding anniversary.

Congratulations.

Give Helen my best wishes, too.

Thank you.

How many years is it now?

Fifteen.

Oh, Cad, it can't be.

You were only just
married when we first met.

Are you taking
her out to dinner?

Yes, The Mayfaire.

She told me to wear
a carnation in case

she forgot what I looked like.

Poor Helen.

Sometimes I wonder
why she sticks it.

Probably thinks I'm
having an affair.

Well, my sister
is quite sure I am.

She thinks it's with you.

I'll say goodnight, then.

Have a good time.

You are my sunshine.

My only sunshine.

You make me happy
when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear,
how much I love you.

So please don't take
my sunshine away.

[non-english speech]

You know what I'd like?

What's that?

Nice big air raid.

Don't say things like that.

It would liven
things up a bit.

[inaudible] tonight.

Oh, come on, there
might be some GIs.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, down.

Who, me?

Wish me luck.

Oh, god.

Looks like a telegram.

Must be her dad.

I knew it.

I knew you'd give
me another chance.

Hang on there, Kit.

Aren't you jumping the gun?

Trying train is so bright you
said that's just what I wanted.

Yes.

But not to go into France.

We need skilled operators
at this end, too.

That's what I'm proposing.

I suppose it was
too good to be true.

Your wireless
instructor at the manor

said you had
exceptional aptitude.

It'd be a pity to
waste such a talent.

It's a very worthwhile
job, Mathilde.

And vital to the war effort.

It's up to you, of course.

Yeah.

OK.

Might as well have a go.

Be better than [inaudible]

Some agents have been caught
by the simplest mistakes.

Often in connection with
eating and drinking.

If I had been a Gestapo officer,
I'd have arrested at least

three of you at dinner tonight.

You must be careful
not to handle knives

and forks the English way.

At tea time, I saw one
of you pouring milk

into the cup before the tea.

That is English as making toast.

Oh, and, girls, please
never smoke in public.

It's all right for the men,
but there's cigarette rationing

for females in France.

I know it's unfair.

But it's a fact of life.

Right.

Now, let's deal
with the handling

of Snap Police Controls.

[telegraph machines]

Stop.

Play the take.

You cut your letter in two.

- Oh.
- Start again.

Try and get it smooth.
All one flow.

I say.

Excuse me.

You left this behind.

Thanks How did
you get on in class?

Oh, I'm beginning
to get the hang of it.

You're jolly good.

Oh, I had a bit of practice
working at the post office.

Limey, who does that belong to?

Someone in my dormitory.

Allison Digby Smith.

Has every sodding person
here got double barreled name?

I haven't.

It's Mountjoy.

Lois.

Firman.

Mathilde.

Oh, you're French.

Half.

I wonder they're not
sending you out there.

They would be if I hadn't
bloody well blown it.

She always used to draw
us standing together.

How's she getting
on at school?

She's beginning to settle
in, according to mother.

And she'd be bound to
say that, wouldn't she?

Children are
amazingly resilient.

Yes.

What does your husband say
about your joining the FANYs?

As much as you can say
in a letter of that sort.

He's not frightfully keen.

It would have been easier if I
could have told him the truth.

I suppose that's the
hardest part, all the lies.

You get used to it.

You married?

Divorced.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, it was years ago.

I share a flat
with my sister now.

Her husband's in the Navy.

She knows I'm with intelligence,
but not what it's really about.

Have you any children?

No, luckily.

From the point of
view of my work.

I always wanted a son
as well as a daughter.

Perhaps, after the war.

Hello there.

Is it all right if I come
see you later, Miss Ashley?

Of course.

That's what I'm here for.

Shall we say 5 o'clock
in the library?

Jolly good.

Liz, you do know, don't you?

If you've any doubts whatsoever,
it's not too late to turn back.

Isn't it?

Right you are.

Let's see how quickly
and accurately

you can carry this message.

We would like to speak to your
chief, ask him to fix time

and place for an
S phone interview.

We would like to
speak to your chief.

Ask him to fix time and place
for an s phone interview.

[music playing]

Well, stone me.

Oh, golly, didn't know
there was anyone around.

I like to keep up my running.

Aye, that was bloody wonderful.

I wouldn't say that.

It was.

I'm a bit rusty, actually.

You should take
that up professional.

That's what I'm hoping
to do, eventually.

Do you play any instruments?

Me?

I thought perhaps you might.

You've got such a good ear.

I've bashed at the
old piano down a pub.

Come, come, come and make eyes.

What made you join the FANYs?

Daddy.

He said to be more
respectable in the ATS.

What's your dad do then?

He's a vicar.

Oh, that's why you
flinch every time I swear.

I don't mean to.

Nor do I.

That's another of the
reasons I joined up.

What, so you could
learn some bad language?

So's I could see more of life.

Well, you don't see much
sitting on your backside

in the middle of Wilshire
with a pair of earphones

clamped around your head.

I think they
should have sent you.

What?

To France, if
you'd wanted to go.

I'd jolly well would've.

Would you?

Yes.

You're better than most of
the ones that are going.

It's a pity you're
not running the outfit.

Sorry to keep you, Gil.

You know how these
meetings go on.

If they'd spent as
much energy fighting

the war as they do on
inter-service wrangling,

we'd have won it by now.

Victor says there's been
no word from area three.

No.

Well, what the
devils Kit up to then?

I don't suppose he's
sunning himself on the beach.

What's the point of
planting someone in the docks

if we're not going
to get any feedback?

It's easier said than done
when your nearest wireless

operator's 100 kilometers
away, and you're

short of reliable couriers.

If only there were
more people ready.

What's the latest
on the trainees?

Not too good.

Faith phoned from
the manor last night.

Someone else has
just dropped out.

Celeste?

Huh?

There's something I
think you should know.

They told me not to broadcast
the fact that I'm off tomorrow.

Off where?

Off to France?

Lord, no.

Back to my unit, actually.

I'm kicking it in.

Why, Suzanne, you
were doing so well.

And certainly, I fancy
living to a ripe old age.

Do you You think I'm
a frightful coward?

No.

I sometimes think it
takes more guts to say

no than it does to go ahead.

Yes.

That's how I lost my virginity.

Well, actually there
is another reason, too.

When I first joined the outfit
I just had a note from my fiance

breaking off our engagement.

I suppose I volunteered
sort of on the rebound.

Then the other day, I got
that letter out of the blue.

It's always been
the same with me.

High ideals, grandiose schemes,
and some man snaps his fingers

and I go running.

Not that Tim
snapped his fingers,

he's just a friendly note.

But, well, why there's life.

Well, thanks for telling me.

I suppose it's all right to
tell him my real name now, too.

It's Felicity Hunter.

Better not tell me yours,
unless you're thinking

of packing it in as well.

No, at least--

no.

Why are you doing it?

I mean, heck, someone like you
with a husband and a child.

I'm not sure.

First, it seemed clear cut.

Patriotism, duty, all
the things that they

feed you all the time.

And it is all those things
but it's complicated.

Your brother.

Believe me, that's
not straightforward.

Revenge for his death.

Hating the Germans.

It's not really those things,
it's more to do with--

I don't know.

Not being left behind.

Can I have your attention?

Come on, this isn't
a cocktail party.

Now, yesterday you
got to know your radios.

Condenser, modulator, crystals,
all in good working order.

Well, today, you're not going
to have it quite so easy.

There's something wrong
with each of your sets.

Now, it's no good
looking at me like that.

I'm not going to
tell you what it is.

You're going to find
out for yourselves.

And when you've done so,
you're going to repair it.

Aren't you?

[music playing]

What are you waiting
for, a thank you letter?

[inaudible], where did you--

I've been tailing you
for the last 10 minutes.

But that man right
there, I thought he was--

The SS employ
women, too, remember.

FAITH: Morning, Victor.

Hello, Faith.

Any news from area three yet?

No.

It looks bad.

Today, while the others
are having their weapon

instruction, I want to talk
specifically to those of you

who will be going on to
work at the receiving center

here in England.

Now, to some of
you, it may appear

to be a somewhat
dull job compared

to that of your
colleagues who will

be going into enemy territory.

But I cannot emphasize enough
the importance of your role,

or what your existence can mean
to our operators in the field.

Where possible,
we try and pay you

off so that the operator
at home really gets to know

the first of the man out there.

Or woman.

Our people abroad often
refer to their counterpart

here as their godfather.

Godmother.

They're aptly named.

For often, an agent's
life can depend on you.

It couldn't be much worse.

The chap they planted in
the docks has been killed.

Hell.

Well, at least if he's
dead, he can't talk.

But local resistance
is in a shambles.

Kit himself is
having to dive under,

and the only wireless
operator he can trust

is in the back of beyond.

God, what a mess.

Yes.

The wording is pretty
ripe even for Kit.

I'm not surprised,
poor bastard.

We must send out a
backup team at once,

wireless operator,
Naval specialist,

courier, at the very least.

Thank God the
training is over.

So who's it to be, Cad?

Colin Beale's, the obvious
one for the docks, the only one

with a naval know how.

And there are several
couriers ready.

I propose Elizabeth Grainger.

Celeste.

Apart from anything else, she'll
have a ready made safe house.

I still don't like it.

A woman with a child.

Well, surely,
that's up to her.

You can't have it
both ways, Gil.

You urge me to send
people out there,

then start
complaining when I do.

All right, then.

The wireless operator
is the problem.

We need someone experienced,
but all our best one's

already in the field.

It will have to be one
of the new trainees.

If anyone is
sufficiently advanced.

Better get onto the school.

Faith already has been.

They recommend
Mathilde Firman.

Aimee.

They say she is streets ahead
of the others on the course.

But we've already turned
her down for active service.

I am suggesting we reconsider.

They say she could be
ready with a few more days

intensive training.
- No, Cad.

Damn it.

You can't send someone who's
an obvious security risk.

For once, I agree with Gil.

And of that, of all areas.

I believe she has
learned her lesson.

They've been keeping
an eye on her.

And what if she hasn't?

Do we jeopardize more lives?

If we don't send
out an operator,

we'll be jeopardizing
a damn sight more.

Surely, there must
be somebody else.

I'm sorry.

For once, I'm going
to override you both.

I've an instinct
about that girl.

Guess what?

It's happened.

They changed their mind.

They're sending me.

To France?

Yes.

The chief just told me.

They want me, Lois.

They want me.

Well, say something.

Can I be your godmother?

Bloody idiot.

Aimee.

Oh, it's you.

Might have known.

Cad said you were
back in the fold.

You all right?

Do I look all right?

I'm sorry, but you don't
step off into the road.

Well, how was I to know
there was a maniac coming.

Sod it, you ran a
ladder in my stocking.

Would some nail varnish help?

Celeste.

So you're coming
to France after all.

I'm so glad.

You better keep your
voice down, careless talk

and all that.

A report from previous
agents and other sources

indicate a steady build
up of Naval activity

here in the port.

Now, we need detailed
information so that the Allies

can take appropriate action.

Your job, Cyrano, will be
to glean such information,

and to assess the situation.

As you all know,
there's a 25 kilometer

zone [inaudible] in operation.

So we'll need to
provide you with a job

either in or near the port.

And, of course, with the
watertight cover story.

You two will be working in the
area behind the docks here.

You and Celeste
will act as liaison

between Gregoire, the circuit
leader, and Cyrano and Aimee.

You'll also be helping Gregoire
build up the resistance

groups in the neighborhood.

Now, your job, Aimee, is
to keep communications

going between London
and France at all costs.

There's no use
pretending it won't be

hazardous work for all of you.

Any questions?

How soon will we be leaving?

There's a full moon
in a week's time.

Could be any night after that.

Normally, you'd be sent to
parachute school at this stage.

But since time is
of the essence,

you'll be flown in
direct by lysander.

Can't say that
breaks my heart.

Where do we go from here, sir?

You'll be kitted
out with documentation

and wardrobe requirements.

Oh, and there may be some
dental work necessary.

British fillings can
be a big give away.

And, of course, Major
Travussini will want to see

you about your cover stories.

That means you
need to dream up

a cover story which
allows you to travel

over a wide area carry--

Don't worry, I've
got it all worked out.

I'm a district nurse, OK?

That means I can carry
a suitcase around

without it looking suspicious.

You can bum some pills and
stuff on top of my equipment.

And if anyone asks
any questions,

I did a Red Cross
course in France,

I should be able to get by.

I'm pretty good at bandaging.

I could set an infected
arm in a pinch.

Hang on.
Hang on.

Can we just go through this
slowly, point by point?

So you wish to stick
to your training name?

Celeste.

Yes, please.

It may bring me luck.

I chose it because
of Babar's Celeste.

You know Babar the elephant?

Well, no, you probably don't.

It's one of my
daughter's favorites.

So that's agreed.

You are Celeste [inaudible].

You have been recently widowed
and you are [inaudible]

visiting an old school friend.

Claudine de Valois.

[knocking on door]

What the hell are
you doing in there?

Go away.

We were due in there at 5:00.

I'm sorry.

So Claudine de Valois, you say?

[music playing]

If necessary,
they'll file it off.

At this stage, I always like
to find out our agent's wishes

regarding their families.

But once you're out
there, there can

be no regular form
of communication

with your relatives.

I realize that.

Is there anything
you'd like me to do

for you while you're away?

Yes, a couple of things.

I've written a whole lot
of postcards for Vicky.

I wondered if you
could post them

for her at regular intervals?

Let me have them
before you go.

You've told them you're
going to Scotland, have you?

Yes.

And, if you could send
a note to my mother

periodically, too, just
to tell her that I'm well?

Of course.

And she'll pass
it onto Lawrence.

Do you wish these
bulletins to continue

in the event of your capture?

Some people prefer it
that way so their families

aren't kept on tenterhooks.

Others want them simply to be
informed that they're missing.

Only tell them if you have
definite news that I'm dead.

Make a will?
Me?

We advise all our
agents to do so.

Merely as a precaution.

Well, maybe the rest have
got something to leave.

I've got Sweet Fanny Adams.

Anyway, I've got no intention
of getting bumped off.

That's up to you, of course.

Is there anything
you'd like me to do

for you while you're away?

It's mom's
birthday next month.

I've wrapped her a present.

Give me the details.

I'll see she gets it.

Oh, and I want my pay to
go straight to granddad.

Should just about
keep him in Woodbines.

If we paid more, we might
attract the wrong type.

And that's about it.

Soon as we get the go
ahead from the RAF.

Meantime, I suggest
you all try to relax.

- Relax?
- And take it easy.

Spend some time
with your families.

You mean, we're
allowed to go home?

Of course.

Faith will notify you as soon
as we're ready for standby.

That will be the
day before departure.

We'll be spending the
last night up here, will we?

Yes.

Accommodation will be provided.

Now, before you leave,
we have something for you.

A small gift from
all of us at HQ.

Thank you.

Just to say thank you
and wish you all the best.

[music playing]

CELESTE: Mother.

Hello.

I caught the early train.

Isn't that Dr. Rollins' car?

- Yes.
- Vicky?

Whooping cough.

No, Grandad, that's
private property.

What is it?

Never you mind.

You give it here.

Can't understand it anyway.

All in code or bleeding French.

That's it, isn't it?

That's what it's all about.

You're going back there.

Honestly, Grandad.

You joined the
de Gaulle's lot?

I'm British in case
you've forgotten.

Or something like that.

Don't be so sure.

Look, I wasn't born yesterday.

I'm right, aren't I?

You're going back to France.

What if I am?

You'll go over my dead body.

You don't understand.

I understand, all right.

And if you think I'm letting
them force you back there--

No one forced me.

I want to go.

Didn't you have enough
trouble getting out?

Look at your mother.

I am looking at her.

Then look a bit harder.

If anything happens to you,
what's she got left, hey?

Nothing.

No one.

She's got you.

I could be buried in
the next day already.

And dad will be back.

Who says he will?

It's a bloodbath out there.

Look, grandad.

All my life I've messed
around changing jobs,

boyfriends, never
settling at nothing.

Now, it's as if
everything I've ever done

was meant for a purpose.

This.

Don't try and stop me.

It's all right, darling.

It's all right.

You're going to be all right.

You want to come in here?

That's it.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Fine.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Thanks.

Right.

We are away.

Yes, of course.

Fine.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I have to go back
to London, mother.

When?

At once.

I'll catch the afternoon train.

Did you tell
them Vicky was ill?

No.

I know you wouldn't
be leaving her unless it

was something important.

Official Secrets Act, I suppose.

Yes.

I hope you've told Lawrence
more than you've told me.

How could I by letter?

What's happened to
your wedding ring?

It was too tight.

I'm having it altered.

I don't know when I'll be back.

As I say, I'll be in Scotland.

They'll keep you informed.

You remind me of your father.

All those years.

Half the time, I didn't know
what he was actually doing.

It's nothing dangerous, is it?

Well, you know
they don't allow

women to do anything dangerous.

Geneva Convention.

VICKY: Mommie.

Mommie.

I'll go and tell her.

I said goodbye to her.

I told her I'm
going to Scotland.

I don't know if she took it in.

I told the neighbors the same.

Mrs. Pubmoor is looking in,
and I've talked to Dr. Crask.

I'll send you a note from time
to time, tell you I'm keeping.

And in an emergency, you
telephone this number.

They'll put you through
with someone in the know.

You got wax in your ears?

Why don't you leave this sort
of work to the lads, Matty?

Because I can do
it just as well.

Will you be leaving tonight?

Tomorrow.

Spending tonight in a hotel.

You take care of her, granddad.

And to yourself.

Mind you bloody
well come back.

I'm not being stuck
with her forever.

Send priority message at once.

I cannot decipher the prefix
to message and do not know

to whom it should be delivered.

I am forced to stop transmitting
due to imminent danger.

I am Celeste [inaudible].

I was born in [inaudible]
in June, 1914.

I was educated in Lausanne.

It was there I met
Claudine De Valois.

I met my husband
[inaudible] when

I was studying at the Sorbonne.

Married him in 1934.

I have no children.

[speaking french]

When you see such good
movie camera country as this,

you might well guess California.

But it's New York.

A beauty contest
in wartime, too.

Isn't it awful.

Thank goodness they are
keeping up the standard.

We will want to celebrate
when peace comes.

As for the fashion girls,
they are equally patriotic.

Apparently, tin
hats were the rage.

Now, they ought to be handed
out with the salvage men.

In future, utility
hats for them.

So all we get is
a utility smile.

[music playing]

Sorry.

Sorry?

I used you.

Well, feel free any time.

There won't be another time.

Why tonight?

I just need to
unwind or something.

If you were a bloke, I'd
say you're going on service.

Here are your papers.
They're all in order.

Thank you.

I've taken out the food
coupons after this week.

No give aways?

You'll do.

You're next, Aimee.

I'm giving you 50,000
francs to tide you

over until you make
contact with Gregoire.

It looks a bit clean.

Well, I'll try and dirty
it up a bit on the plane.

I think we better
remove this, don't you?

Oh, no, I went to
the flicks last night.

Don't worry, you
won't be the first, eh?

One chap had a crack
at a senior service

as well as a 10 bob note.

Identity card, ration
card, clothing coupons.

Thank you.

Is that wise?

It could be a
niece or godchild.

May I ask you something?

It's just that Vicky had
whooping cough before I left.

I swear I've had it.

I'm sure that it will run
its usual course, but--

I'll get in touch
with your mother.

I'll try and send a
message through via Aimee.

Well, you all
look very shipshape.

One last thing.

Not a task I enjoy.

Cyanide.

I hope you never
have to use them.

Keep them with you just in case.

They work in just a few seconds.

Do we have to
take them with us?

I can't force you.

I'd rather not.

I won't let you down.

I know you won't.

[music playing]

Here we go then.

Now.

- Cyrano?
- Yes.

Are you Gregoire?
- Wrong.

Maurice.

We work with your lot.

Come on.

Quick.

[theme music]