All language subtitles for Wish Me Luck S01E03.eng

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[upbeat music]

[engine rumbling]

[inaudible]

I'm Amy.

Celeste.

Gregoire didn't
say two with me, one

and a wireless
operator, we were told.

Yeah, I'm the
wireless operator.

Jesus.

Oh, thank you.

We'll have to cut
through the woods.

There's a farm on
the other side.

Where's Gregoire?
We were told--

Come on.

Oh, no.
Blimey.

It's all right.

Don't panic.

It's just some the villagers.

Oh, what the hell
are they doing here?

Word got round
there was a drop.

What?

They turned out
to welcome you.

Oh, bloody hell.

Well, what about the curfew?

What about the Germans?

If this is your idea of
security, then heaven help us.

Well, you standing
here bellyaching

isn't going to improve matters.

Follow me.

Get rid of them, [inaudible].

Well, that was a
good start, wasn't it?

Thank you.

Mm.

Delicious.

Oh, it's like my
granny used to make.

I'll hide the bowls
in the usual place.

Right now, plans.

You, Cyrano, to stay at my
place till we fix you somewhere

nearer the port.

I take it these instructions
come from Gregoire.

MAURICE: What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, we were told we'd be
getting instructions from him

direct.

Which shows how out of touch
your bosses are, as usual.

Gregoire is in hiding.

There's a reward
out for his arrest.

He's asked me to
stand in for him.

Well, have you
any proof of this?

In the absence of
a password or--

You British are all the
same, bogged down with--

A darn sight
better than letting

the whole neighborhood know--
- Listen, you.

You've been here five
minutes and already you're--

Please, stop
this, both of you.

We can't afford to waste time
quibbling among ourselves.

She's right, Cyrano.

Let him get on with it.

LIZ: Now, you were
saying, Cyrano is to stay

with you for the time being.

Yes, until we've fixed him
somewhere nearer the port.

What about a job?

MAURICE: Well, there are
several possibilities.

I've got contacts in the docks.

I used to be a fitter in the
metal works before the war.

We'll have to arrange
some papers for you too.

There's a special stamp
needed for the forbidden zone.

Will that be a problem?

No, we have someone planted
in their administration office,

an old trade union
colleague of mine.

What about us?

MAURICE: Well, you can spend
the rest of the night here.

But first thing, you're to
make your way by the back lanes

to Carpa La Fontaine,
where Gregoire is staying.

It's 40 kilometers from here.

40?

MAURICE: Well, it was
hard enough finding

a landing strip this close.

It's all that
bloody stipulations.

So, getting back to
our journey tomorrow.

Oh, it won't be too bad.

We've got bicycles for you both.

CYRANO: Now, hang on.

Won't one of them
be a man's bike?

If you're expecting
Amy to be a man--

Oh hell, you're right.

I can go by bus.

CYRANO: No, there's no bus
that goes there direct.

Besides, you'll both
be needing bicycles.

Yvette has one, the
farmer's daughter.

You can take that.
I'll sort it out.

So, we're to meet Gregoire,
are we, at Carpa La Fontaine?

Yes.

You'll find a note
in the church.

Go to the fifth pew on
the right, fifth Bible in.

The family name's Petru.

We use that as a letter box.

Fifth pew on the right,
fifth Bible in, Petru.

What's he like?

MAURICE: Who?

Gregoire?

We get along OK, provided
we don't talk politics.

I can't believe
we're really here.

It'll sink in soon enough.

It used to be the same when
I visited my grandparents.

First night, I'd
keep pinching myself.

Then I'd wake up to the
smell of fresh bread

and start to feel French again.

God knows what we'll be
waking up to tomorrow morning.

Here, you better
clean yours too.

Remember what Marie
said about the Germans

having shoe inspections.

Oh.

What did you make of him?

Maurice?

Sexy eyes.

Other than that.

MATTY: A bit prickly, but OK.

You were good with him,
all that head girl stuff.

I say, chaps, none of
that, mustn't waste

time quibbling among ourselves.

[giggles]

I should imagine, from what
you said, he's a communist.

MATTY: Oh, what the hell.

We're all fighting Hitler.

For the time being.

My grandad's a bit of a red.

LIZ: Yes, and Gregoire
wouldn't have sent

him if he couldn't be trusted.

I just wish he'd be a
bit more discreet there.

How'd you mean?

All that stuff about
his job in the metal

works and is friend
in administration, how

does he know he can trust us?

I mean, it's just the sort of
thing we were warned about.

We were warned about them
being blabbermouths too.

Look at the turnout
at the airfield.

Gab would have gone berzerk.

Yes.

Oh, wel.

We better get some sleep.

We've got a long cycle
ride ahead tomorrow.

Oh, uh, yeah.

There's, um, something I
forgot to tell Maurice.

What's that?

I can't ride a bicycle.

[sighs]

[inaudible]

[engine rumbling]

Another early bird.

Good morning, Victor.

So, how was last night?

Did they get off all right?

Yes.

And the pilot reported back.

They landed safely.

So far so good, then.

I shan't be happy till
they make radio contact.

Hm.

I just hope Cad's hunch
about that girl was right.

Oh god.

I'm stiff.

This is nothing to what you're
going to feel like tomorrow.

Careful.

Bastards, striding around
as if they owned the place.

Keep your voice down.

We'll bloody well show them.

[bird chirping]

[cow mooing]

How long will it last?

What?

This feeling that
everyone knows.

Will you arrange to have
this posted in Scotland?

Yes, Ms. Ashley.

[gentle music]

Well, there's the
church, at last.

I thought you said
riding a bike was easy.

I'll go in.
You keep watch.

All right.

Fifth row down, fifth
one on the right, Petru.

I know.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

[dog barking]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

- All right?
- Yep.

I thought that bloody
woman would never go.

Did you destroy the message?

Yes, I did.

I'm sorry.

It's just that--

I know, a bit different
from training, isn't it?

What are our instructions?

We're to take the
Bessinville Road.

There's a farmhouse
about kilometer on.

Gregoire will be there.

We say we're his
cousins from Lyon.

Amy, I don't think we ought
to arrive at this farmhouse

together.

Now, they'd have said
if there was any risk.

Please, let me go ahead.

Why?

Please.

Suit yourself.

Just give me five minutes
and then you follow on.

I do have my reasons.

[solemn music]

[bird chirping]

Good morning.

[chicken clucking]

Good morning.

I believe Gregoire
is expecting me.

I'm one of his
cousins from Lyon.

Come in.

Merci.

WOMAN: Gregoire.

GREGOIRE: Yes?

WOMAN: Your cousin is here.

GREGOIRE: Come up.

Thank you.

Thank you, Kotu.

LIZ: Gregoire, I take it.

Yes.

I'm Celeste.

GREGOIRE: We've met before.

I wasn't sure
if you'd remember.

At Henley, Jack
Woodville's sister.

Liz, wasn't it?

You're Kit Vanston.

GREGOIRE: What the devil
are you doing here?

The same as you.

But you're a married
woman with a child.

What the hell is
Cad thinking of?

He wouldn't have sent me
if I wasn't up to this job.

This is no place for amateurs.

I've been fully
trained, just as you have.

The last thing I
want to have to worry

about someone else's sister.

And that's the last
thing I want you to do.

And how will I face up
to Jack after the war--

You won't have to.

Jack's dead.

When?

Last November.

He was shot down
in a bombing raid.

You think this is
what he'd have wanted?

It's what I want.

I'll make no bones.

I'd send you straight
back, if it was possible.

As it is--

You're going to have
to put up with me.

Where's the wireless operator?

Following behind.

I thought, under
the circumstances,

I ought to speak to you first.

I'll certainly
be glad to see him.

It's vital we make
contact with London again.

Actually, it's not a him.

What?

Your new wireless operator.

God in heaven.

She was the best
on the course.

They sit there
in London, shifting

their colored pins around.

Do they know how long
wireless operators

are lasting on average?

It's time we up the
average, isn't it?

Faith, actually, speaking.

If Amy gets through
tonight, could

you give her an extra message?
Thank you.

It's for Celeste.

Yes.

Just say, VOK.

She'll know what it means.

Thank you.

And for God's sake,
take care of it.

There's only one spare set.

I thought they were
sending out three.

But one was
damaged in the drop.

It's a write off.
- Ah, at least it's a mark-free.

That's good.
- Right.

The spare is identical.

When do you first get?

7:30.

It should be able to transmit
for me without any problems.

GREGOIRE: Oh no, you won't.
- But I promised Cad--

In fact, you're not staying
here any longer than it

takes for me to brief you.

But you just said--

I said Celeste would
be staying here, not you.

The less you and I see of
each other, the better.

Yeah.

I'll give you the
priority messages now,

and update of what's going on.

And thereafter, I'll
send them via Celeste.

You should avoid direct contact
with her, and Cyrano too.

Now, these are the letterboxes.

Memorize them before you go.

Go where?

I've arranged a provisional
safe house for you

in Rocheville.

You can transmit from there,
but only for a day or two.

How far is Rocheville?

About 25 kilometers.

MATTY: What?

I've already cycled 40.

GREGOIRE: Start complaining
when you're doing 100 a day.

I'll tell you one thing,
it will no hardship for me

to stay clear of him.

But he didn't used
to be like that.

He was--

You knew him already.

So that's why you
wanted to go on ahead.

He was a friend
of my brother's.

So much for Cad's golden rule
about agents being incognito.

Not that I'm surprised.

Everyone on that course
was at the same schools

and universities.

I bet it will be like one
big house party, yeah?

At least no one from my old
school's liable to turn up.

Swear you won't tell anybody
else about me now, Amy?

Doesn't sound like I'll
be seeing anyone else.

Best get pedaling, if I'm
gonna make Rocheville in time.

I'll feel better once
we've made contact.

Yes, but also
terribly cut off.

Well, this is it, I suppose.

[solemn music]

Take care of yourself.

And you.

As you've probably
gathered, I'm having

to lie low at the moment.

No one must know my movements,
or where I'm living.

That's why I need a courier
I can trust absolutely.

You can trust me.

I'll have to send you on
errands I'd normally do myself.

It'll be dangerous work.

I wasn't expecting
anything else.

Well, let me fill you in.

There's been a lot of activity
in the docks recently.

It's essential we find
out what they're up to.

We've already lost two
men trying to do so.

I shall want you to liaise
regularly with Cyrano, as well

as with Amy.

You'll be better placed once
you move on to Guyancourt.

When will that be?

In a few days.

I'm hoping your friend,
Claudine de Valois,

will provide you
with a safe house.

Does she know I'm here?

GREGOIRE: She will do.

We're sending
someone to tell her.

I'm sure she'll put me up.

Has she been working for
the resistance all along?

Yes.

She's arranged some
money loans and passed

on valuable information.

She's in a good position
to cultivate the officers.

She must loathe them.

What other duties will I have?

I'll need you to search
for suitable landing sites

and to organize reception
committees when there's a drop.

We're short of supplies.

As soon as Amy's
made contact, we can

start building things up again.

Did London brief you
about Colonel Krieger?

The new Abwehr chief?

GREGOIRE: Yes.

Since he's arrived,
security's doubled,

and the number of arrests.

I'll be careful.

At least one knows the
Germans are the enemy.

It's the French collaborators
you need to watch out for.

Are there many?

Fear breeds collaborators.

LIZ: She should be
nearly at Rocheville now.

You and she seem close.

We went through our
training together.

Well, take my advice.

Don't get close to anyone.

It makes you vulnerable.

Hello, sarge.

Hello, Lois.

You're early.

Amy's first sched isn't
until 1930, is it?

Well, I couldn't stand
just hanging around.

Not nervous, are you?

Not for myself.

Thanks.

[knocking]

Oh, good afternoon.

May I see the doctor, please?

No.

I'm sure he'll see me.

I'm the district
nurse, new to the area.

He is expecting me.

You are too late.

The Gestapo have already been.

They have taken my son and
his wife for questioning.

I'm sorry.

I'll get a message
for him to our people.

What can they do?

What can anyone do?

Do you know anywhere
else I could go?

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

You people bring
nothing but trouble.

I begged Louis not
to get involved.

It is better to accept
things as they are.

Now, leave!

[door shuts]

[gloomy music]

I'm off now, Cad.

I'll be late in the morning.

I'm going to see
some French refugees.

They should have
some up-to-date gen.

Righto.

You staying on?

Oh, I might as well.

I know it's early days, but
you might just get through.

Well, I'm off out to dinner.

I think I'll look
in on my way home.

Have a good meal.

They do wonders at
Travussini's still,

in spite of the rationing.

How did you know?

Victor always chalks
up his conquests.

[engine rumbling]

Good evening.

Can I help you?

Have you any rooms?

How long did you want it for?

Oh, two or three nights.

Number 18 on the top floor.

That'll do fine.

Would you please
sign the register?

And your identity card.

Thank you, miss.

Shall I give you a
hand out with those?

MATTY: No.

It's all right.

I can manage them.

They're not heavy.

Good evening, sergeant.

Good evening.

Out on late shift tonight?

Not tonight.

[engine rumbling]

[sighs]

MAN (ON RECORDING): Red dress.

The little girl
doesn't like pink.

Nothing for us.

You'd better get to bed.

Where am I going to sleep?

Here.

I'm moving in with
Jacques, Clotille's son.

I'll say goodnight, then.

Goodnight.

Does your husband
know you're out here?

Does your wife?

It's good to see
you out of uniform.

I don't wear uniform.

You might as well, tailored
suits, crisp blouses.

I can hardly wear this
sort of thing for work.

Pity.

It's lovely here.

You should have let me
bring you here before.

I told you.

I used to go to
Travussini's in Paris.

Your family too, I gather?

VICTOR: Yes, my parents'
first restaurant.

I spent most of my
childhood helping the chef.

That's why I'm so hot
on French swear words.

How did you come
to be born over here?

VICTOR: My father was head
waiter at Geraldo's, when

my parents were first
married, bit of luck,

otherwise I might be working
for the Gezellig now.

[chuckles] They're in even
bigger shambles than us.

Do you ever wish you were out
there, working in the field?

At times.

It's easier to see
the enemy when he's

striding about in jackboots.

Now, you promised to forget
them for this evening.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking]

Just a minute.

[knocking]
WOMAN: Miss.

I'm coming.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

May I come in a moment?

It's important.

The maid forgot to
put out any towels.

I don't know who you are, but
you must leave first thing.

And if you're thinking of
transmitting from this room,

forget it.

There are Germans on
either side of you.

What is all this?

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

That's a radio set, isn't it?

No, that's my medical case.

I'm a district nurse.

Don't waste time with
some stupid cover story.

It's true, uh--

District nurses don't
carry false identity cards.

Sod.

You can tell whoever made it
that the handwriting's far too

good.

Is it safe for
me to sleep here?

Yes, but that's all.

I must get a message through.

Not from here.

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[beeping]

What went wrong?

I should never have married
him in the first place.

Why did you?

I got a first.

He got a third.

I think I felt sorry for him.

Well, I think you should try
again, after all this is over.

Marriage is not such
a bad thing, you know.

Look who's talking,
the eternal bachelor.

VICTOR: It's
different for a woman.

I don't see why.

I enjoy my independence.

Perhaps you have
a secret lover.

In which case, he
will remain a secret.

When were you at Oxford?

I went up in '21.

Oh, that's how you
know Kit Vanston.

Yes.

We were in the same year.

I wouldn't be in
his shoes [inaudible]..

No.

Six months was enough for me.

Kit must have done nine by now.

FAITH: 10.

It's too long without a break.

Who could replace him?

Out here, he's
much too important.

Anyway, what is there
for Kit to come home for?

[water rushing]

Turn left at
L'Est ron Station,

second on the right until
the Boulevard des Lombards.

The Boulevard des Lombards.

Number 50.

It's an import/export business.

Go up to the first floor and
ask for a man called Piccoli.

He's about my height, balding.

Piccoli, balding.

Tell him you come from me.

Now, he'll give you a
package to bring back.

It'll contain forged documents,
so conceal it carefully.

Now when you've done that,
take the number three train

to Cannes Ile Sainte-Marguerite.

The number three train to
Cannes Ile Sainte-Marguerite.

GREGOIRE: Now, just
outside the town,

there's a garage
painted red and yellow.

The owner's name is Brunet,
tall, dark, curly hair,

about 30.

Now, give him this.

Ask him to hold 500 liters
of petrol at our disposal.

Now, repeat all that.

[thudding]

[scraping]

I'll take over there, Jacques.

I want you to see if there
are any messages for me.

[inaudible]

[rings bell]

There we are.

Thank you.

Oh.

No, Janette.

It's naughty.

They all do that at her age.

It's her favorite game.

Do you have children yourself?

No.

Have your papers ready.

Another spot check.

Why can't they leave us alone?

Yeah.

MAN: Madam.

[car honks]

[brakes squeal]

Are you all right, miss?

Oh my god.

I might have known.

Amy!

You maniac!

CYRANO: Oh, you can talk.

I cycle halfway
around France and it

has to be you who runs me over.

Damn lucky it was me.

You better not have
damaged my radio.

CYRANO: Well, you do
realize you were riding

on the wrong side of the road?

I wasn't.

Yes, you bloody well were.

Anyone could have told a
mile off you were English.

For Christ sake, what
were you thinking of?

Oh!

[screams]

Never mind.

It's all right.

All right?

Well, at least
it wasn't in town.

Sod, sod, sod!

Anyone could have done it.

No, they couldn't.

You wouldn't.

Celeste wouldn't.

I could kill myself.

CYRANO: Oh, please,
don't do that,

at least not until they've
sent another wireless operator.

[laughs]

What you doing, anyway?

My safe house is near here.

Reese has fixed me up
with a job in transport,

delivering stuff to the docks.

You got through to London yet?
- No.

Everything has gone wrong.

I'm going to try to
transmitting outside.

Is that safe?

Nothing's bloody
well safe, is it?

What about your place?

No.

Reese's family are taking
risks enough as it is.

Have you contacted Gregoire yet?

Yeah, I left a note in
one of the letterboxes.

Well, there might be a
message for you by now.

Where would it be, hm?

[bike bell rings]

[upbeat music]

[engine rumbles]

Helene?

Me.

I'm afraid I'm going
to be late again.

No, no, I'll have a
sandwich in the office.

You cooked a what?

Liver mold.

Will it heat up for tomorrow?

Oh dear, I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

Don't bother to wait up.

I'll see you when I see you.

Sleep well.

Coffee.

Well, I'll stay too.

[bird chirping]

[cow mooing]

Took your time.

Did you miss the 414?

No, it was derailed,
explosives on the line.

Where?

Uh, outside Alavus.

That wasn't our lot.

It must have been
the Gorsmab again.

Oh, God.

Why the hell can't they let
us know what they're up to?

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I managed to get a lift back
with a commercial traveler.

Good.
How did it go otherwise?

Any problems?

No, all quite straightforward.

I'm afraid your
friend, Amy, didn't

get off to such a good start.

[engine rumbling]

[bell ringing]

Well, that looks like it.

Apartment 32.

CYRANO: Do you want me
to come in with you?

MATTY: No, you've done enough.

Thank you.

[engine rumbling]

I've arranged for you to meet
some of the other resistance

leaders tomorrow.

Fine.

And then you'll be
moving on to Guyancourt

at the end of the week.

It'll be hard seeing Claudine
in these circumstances.

How long since
you last saw her?

The summer before the war.

But times never
made any difference

with Claudine and me.

We just pick up
where we left off.

She must have known Jack.

Mm.

God.

What a waste.

We all expected such
great things of him.

People always did.

That must've been the last
time I saw him, that day

at Henley when we all met up.

The picnic by the river?

Strawberries and champagne.

Your husband wasn't
there, was he?

No, he must have
been in court.

It was just Jack, and
me, and Vicky, and you

and your wife and children.

Yes.

Where are they living now?

They're not.

They were killed in the blitz.

[solemn music]

Oh my god--

Don't say anything.

There's nothing to be said.

[suspenseful music]

[tapping]

[inaudible]

[clanking]

[tapping]

Please, God, please.

[tapping]

[engine rumbling]

[beeping]

[non-english speech]

[engine rumbling]

[beeping]

[tapping]

[beeping]

Oh, come on, Lois.

How many more times?

[tapping]

[beeping]

Here, sir, Amy.

Reception is terrible.

She was on for half an hour.

[engine rumbling]

[dramatic music]

Sod.

[phone rings]

Yes?

Speaking.

Right.

Have it decoded.

Send it straight over.

She's made contact.

FAITH: Oh, thank god.

Yes.

We're back in business again.

[theme music]

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