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(slow atmospheric music)
- I already told you, I don't know anything!
(tense music)
(gunshot fires)
Please don't.
(shrieking)
(gasping)
- Your name.
- I already told you!
Brigitte.
(gasps)
(splashing)
(gasping)
- [Man] Your real name.
- Brigitte.
(smacking) (shrieks)
- Liar.
- I swear on my mother's life.
(panting)
(dark foreboding music)
- [Newscaster] In other news, Nazi forces now occupy Poland,
Austria, Denmark, Norway, Czechoslovakia, Belgium,
Netherlands, Luxembourg, Yugoslavia, Greece,
and Northern France.
Hitler is now poised to cross the English Channel.
(exciting orchestral music)
(phone ringing)
- Please hold on. - Where do I sign?
(door opening) (clears throat)
- I told the gentleman's parents it was a car crash.
No survivors.
- They were only there six weeks.
- And the Germans are locating our signals
faster than anticipated.
And there was a slip-up.
One of the agents was carrying British cigarettes.
- We're all such bloody amateurs.
(dark tense music)
(typewriters clicking)
- Ms. Atkins!
They're waiting for you.
- Mornings always get away from me.
- This is a rudimentary operation.
There's hardly any intelligence to go on.
- Ah, she arrives.
We need to talk replacements.
I want you in charge of recruiting some ladies.
- What happened?
I thought everyone was opposed.
- Well we went to Churchill.
He growled a bit.
But he agreed, women will be more inconspicuous.
And then he said, good luck to you.
- We should train the women like the men.
- We can't afford to scare them off.
- They're civilians, not soldiers.
They'll have no idea what they're getting into.
Best prepare them, don't you think?
- Mm.
- Ms. Atkins, make sure they're pretty.
- For you, or for the Germans?
(rousing music)
- [Sergeant] Keep those knees up!
Doing well, keep the pace up!
- Churchill has asked us to create
a secret army of spies.
I find the ladies for F Section.
France.
- [Girl] I could be ready for training next week.
- Good.
Excuse me.
Hello.
I'm Vera Atkins, may I speak with you?
- Yes.
- [Sergeant] One, two!
One, two!
Move it along now!
Pick up the pace!
- [Man] That's it!
(grunts)
- [Man] Sorry, after you.
(phone ringing)
- [Secretary] United States Embassy.
How may I help you?
(typewriter keys clacking)
- [Man] Virginia.
This just arrived.
- [Administrator Voiceover] Dear Ms. Hall.
Thank you again for your interest in becoming a diplomat.
Due to your condition, it will not be possible
for you to qualify.
- Psst.
Friend's having a party tonight.
- I can't.
- [Woman] You look like you could use a proper drink.
(laughing)
(romantic music)
- With the Blitz over, I was hoping--
- But things are still a bloody mess,
now with the refugees.
- We certainly don't need anymore Jews here.
(laughing)
- Well, the Jews aren't really safe here, either.
Are they?
- More gin, anyone?
- [Man] Actually, I'm a whisky man.
- [Woman] The British would never let the Germans
waltz in like that.
- I can assure you the French
hardly saw it as a waltz.
(laughing)
I was there.
I drove an ambulance in Paris before the surrender.
It's worse than the press reported.
- Perhaps.
- I plan to go back.
- [Woman] You can't.
- Watch me.
- We must get those bastards.
I don't believe we've met.
Vera Atkins.
- Virginia Hall.
- [Virginia Voiceover] Dear President Roosevelt.
I am writing to inform you of disturbing discriminatory
regulations in the US Foreign Service.
I am more than qualified to be a diplomat.
You should understand a disability doesn't mean ...
(sighs)
(shouts angrily)
(thunder rumbling)
- No umbrella?
- Never.
- Tea or scotch?
- Scotch would be lovely.
- Please, sit.
- I'll get the chair wet, so--
- Oh, don't worry.
I've been thinking about you.
- I got a little carried away at the party.
The gin.
- Here you are, an intelligent woman who,
I imagine, lived quite comfortably in America.
What brings you here, Ms. Hall?
- Ever since I can remember, I've wanted
to be a diplomat.
- Oh.
- I've been working here for years.
Italy, Turkey, France.
I fell in love.
The people, languages.
And I'm certainly not gonna turn my back on Europe now.
- Hmm.
If only more Americans felt that way.
Why aren't you married?
- Why aren't you?
- I have a missing friend.
- I'm so sorry, I--
- Terrible verdict for anyone, don't you think?
Missing.
Do you have a fellow?
- I had an accident.
Gangrene set in.
He didn't think it was terribly romantic.
- Depends on who you ask, I suppose.
Let's be straight with each other, shall we?
- Sure.
- You and I both know that America
will never hire you to be a diplomat.
So I'd like to invite you to try out for a club
you can join.
A club for women like you, who have lived in France,
know the language, and are passionate about stopping Hitler.
- Who are you?
- [Vera] Rumor has it, you are the best wires operator
in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force.
- Thank you.
I believe it's because I play the harp and the piano,
and signaling is like music.
There is a rhythm to it.
- Indeed.
Noor, why did you join?
- We all have to play our part.
- And what is your part, Noor?
- Sorry?
- You were born in Russia to an American mother
and an Indian father who was Muslim.
A descendant of last Mughal emperor, I understand.
- Yes.
My father was a founder of the Sufi order in the west.
- And that is?
- Sufism is an Islamic spiritual path towards God
by the means of peace and truth.
- As are you, correct?
A lover of peace and truth.
- Of course.
- So why is this war your fight?
- Because I am a British citizen,
and I grew up in France.
It's my home.
I cannot just stand by and let the Nazis
do what they are doing.
- Is that all, Noor?
- Well, actually I also wish
that an Indian would win high military distinction
in this war, because you know if a few of us
could do something brave in the Allied service,
it might bridge the gap between the Indians and the British.
- Now I understand.
Noor, I called you here today
because I would like to invite you to try out
for a club unlike any other.
(rousing music)
- Welcome to my Scottish country home.
Not the type of place the Nazis would expect
to be a spy training center, is it?
Don't get too comfy.
Many of you won't last a week.
Now, what is the SOE?
Affectionately, we call it our new ministry
of ungentlemanly warfare.
Here we will train you in sabotage and subversion.
Those who excel will go to France as spies.
The rules, you've been given code names.
Do not disclose your real name to anyone here.
Each team's mission, acquire information,
build resistance, and set France ablaze.
- We have a dolly to play with.
(snickers)
- As I said, ungentlemanly warfare.
Get used to lady spies.
(panting)
- Noor!
Come over here.
What do you think, do you think you can do
that exercise over there?
(man grunting)
- Yes, ma'am.
- Good.
Let's show these boys how this war is won.
- Yes, ma'am. - Right.
(shouts)
- [Sergeant] Two moves, come on!
What's the matter with you?
That's it!
- Ready?
(clicks) Go.
(tapping)
Remember, we've only got 120 seconds,
then we've gotta get out of there.
- [Noor] Yes.
- [Man] Where do these bits go in?
- [Man] Ah yes, the aerial terminal.
- [Noor] That's not the aerial terminal.
That's the aerial matching.
- [Man] No, no really.
I was using it earlier.
That's the aerial terminal down there.
- [Noor] Here?
- Maybe that's that one here,
the mains battery.
Oh, no no.
You're right.
(both chuckling)
- There'll be many people from across Europe
aiding in the resistance in France.
You'll be meeting people from Poland,
other parts of Germany,
Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia.
- Slice.
Slice.
Stealth from behind.
Move the head back, slice.
You.
Learn to be quick, confident,
and when necessary, ruthless.
Goodbye.
- Yours will be a lonely courage,
but make no mistake, the intelligence you gather,
the sabotage you set, the locals you recruit to resist
will change the course of this war.
- I can't even lift my radio.
And frankly I cannot lie.
I make a miserable spy.
I wonder what my father would think
if he knew my path led me here.
A pacifist, and they are teaching us to kill.
- They're training us to survive.
Here.
Use Cuthbert.
He's lighter.
- Oh, that's heavy too.
You named him?
- Figured he was gonna be with me for the rest of my life,
he might as well have a proper name.
Say Cuthbert was a soldier and a healer,
a performer of miracles.
- My father, he witnessed a lot of miracles.
(laughing)
- Your father would be proud.
- [Maurice] She's a princess, for god's sake.
- And very pretty, don't you agree?
- She's a pacifist, Vera.
She writes fairy tales for children.
- Have you read her training reviews?
Childlike, a daydreamer.
- She's good at her job.
That's what matters.
- She won't last six weeks.
- These women aren't easy to find.
Now, would you suspect this girl's a spy?
- I'll think her over.
The wireless job is the most risky.
Who's next?
- Hmm.
- Virginia's American, but she's lived in France.
Athletic, captain of her basketball team at Radcliffe,
head of the drama league of Barnard.
Studied in Paris and Vienna as well.
Comes from a wealthy family with a passion
for traveling and hunting, just like her father.
- Interesting.
What's she doing here?
- [Vera] Building a resume with consular work.
She wants to be a diplomat.
- I didn't realize the foreign service
hired female officers.
- There are a few.
But she just received a rejection letter.
Her training reports are improving.
Although Virginia lacks appreciation
for her own limitations, she is resourceful.
A leader.
America isn't in this war.
We could set her up as a journalist,
as a contact at the New York Post.
Her press reports can tell us what's going on
without setting off alarms.
- Genius.
Always knew your talents were wasted as my secretary.
Good lord, Vera.
She has a wooden leg.
- Jesus Christ.
- It's only from below the knee,
and besides, it's the perfect cover.
No one will suspect a pretty American reporter
with a limp of being guilty of anything.
(sighs)
- Progress Virginia to the next level of training.
God help us.
(panting)
- That was impressive.
Come on.
General Maurice Buckmaster, head of F Section.
- Apologies for the surprise.
This is the only way to assess our agents' ability
to withstand torture.
The Gestapo won't go easy on you
just because you're a woman.
- And I don't plan to go easy on them
because they're men.
- Ms. Atkins has suggested putting you
into unoccupied territory as our first female field agent.
Now I know your training isn't quite complete,
but we need people on the ground,
so I'm inclined to give it a try.
If you do decide to join us,
we assess the odds of you coming home
at no more than 50%.
Take a moment.
Consider our offer.
- Yes.
- Welcome to the Baker Street Irregulars, Virginia.
- Operational name, Brigitte.
- Now, a warm bath and a hot toddy.
- [Vera] We don't expect you to partake
in all of the usual fieldwork.
- But I can, I mean--
- Your mission is to create a hub in central France
to support agents with money, safe houses,
whatever they need.
F Section needs organization.
One moment.
American.
Good.
These will help you stay alert.
They'll also help with the pain.
Use in moderation.
If you take too many, you'll pass out.
And Virginia, we're desperate for information
about life in France.
Our spies are dying without it.
(exciting music)
(steam hissing)
When you get to Lyon, don't be fooled.
Even in the unoccupied zone, people are desperate.
Common folks are becoming collaborators.
Vichy police are dominated by the Nazis.
A Frenchman named Dr. Chevain will be expecting you
at 13 Place du Point du Jour.
- [Virginia] 13 Place du Point du Jour.
- Good.
Your response, no.
Dr. Bonoir.
- No, Dr. Bonoir.
- Exactly.
He's part of the local resistance.
He speaks English well.
- Good.
- Stay detached from all agents.
Feelings confuse decisions.
Agent Alfonse is already on the ground,
as is wireless Mark.
More will follow as you build your network.
And keep this with you at all times.
- What is this?
- Cyanide.
A more dignified end than the Gestapo will give you.
- Dr. Chevain?
No, Dr. Bonoir.
Follow me.
- Brigitte?
I'm a doctor, I don't presume to know
how these things are done, but,
we have a situation.
- What is it?
- My friend is hiding one of yours in a basement.
He got caught in the webbing of a spy shoot
on his landing this time.
Leg is shot out.
- Jesus.
Can you fix him?
- It's too serious.
- You'll take me to him.
Tonight.
- Of course.
After my last patient.
- Thank you.
- He tapped on my door in the middle of the night.
He dragged himself here, bless his soul.
It is not safe for him to stay much longer.
- Thank you.
- Be careful on the stairs, ma chert.
How is he feeling?
(breathing heavily)
- Do you have something to say?
- I think we need to get you to a hospital.
- Yeah, and say what?
I fell out of a tree?
- You need medical attention.
Here.
If gangrene sets in--
- I'm not going to a hospital.
We both know what's out there.
The risk of getting help here
far outweigh the possibility of gangrene.
Just get a message to the wireless.
London has to find me a way out.
- I don't know where our wireless is.
- What do you mean you don't know where he is?
- I just got here.
It could be days before my courier makes contact
and I can pass along a message to a wireless, so ...
- Jesus.
What do you think we should do?
- Get you out.
That's what.
...cruel violence is spreading
throughout the German occupied Europe.
The crime of Hitler... the crimes cannot be tolerated by our beloved country.
(knocking at door)
One moment.
One moment please.
- New letterbox address?
- Yes.
Dr. Chevain's for message drops.
And we have an injured agent.
An ex-spy taxi center where you can't just drop a parachute.
It has to land.
(tense music)
- [Vera Voiceover] 2 p.m. Restaurant Aubergine.
Meet Alfonse.
Bring newspaper.
- Gin, please.
May I borrow your newspaper?
I left mine on the bus.
- Madame?
No alcohol is allowed today, madame.
You ordered a gin.
- I apologize.
I've just arrived.
I don't know all the rules yet.
- Your papers.
(tense music)
- I'm a reporter.
For the New York Post.
- What day did you say you arrived, Madame?
- Tuesday.
- Effective as of Monday there is a new law.
Alcohol is forbidden on Sundays.
Now you know.
- Merci.
- Right, Alfonse.
- Brigitte.
- Let's go, come on.
There are informants everywhere. We just want to keep our families safe.
- I understand.
Sitting on the sidelines seems safe.
Your doing nothing is what the Germans are counting on.
What can we do?
Resist.
- Your friend told us that you might be willing to help.
Thank you very, very much.
Jean will meet you tonight to print two thousand copies.
I'll take care of it.
Distribute these amongst the workers.
- [Virginia Voiceover] When I arrived, I didn't expect
to see so much despair.
Farmers must deliver punishing quotas of their produce
to the Germans.
People are hungry.
I got my ration card and found that I am allowed
only 10 ounces of bread a day
and two ounces of cheese per week.
No rations of spaghetti, rice, or chocolate.
- Onion soup!
(laughing)
- [Virginia Voiceover] But French laws keep changing.
No alcohol is allowed on Sundays anymore.
And the latest, women are forbidden from buying cigarettes.
The most concerning news, Jews are now required
to register with the government.
(tense orchestral music)
- We've got an injured agent.
The next spy plane needs to land.
- Brilliant.
I'll let them know.
(tapping)
(typewriter keys clacking)
- Buck.
Buck, wake up.
(clearing throat)
- Bloody hell.
He's one of our most valuable assets.
Tell Virginia to provide landing coordinates.
- Right.
Buck, go home.
I'll stay.
Go and see Anna and the children.
- No.
No holidays, no weekends.
No time off.
Can't afford to let anything slip.
Come on.
- Right.
(tapping)
(tense music)
- I mean, the landing strip's too short.
- It's just shy of 400 yards.
It can be done.
- It's-- - Technically.
(laughing)
- It's bloody stupid to try.
- If we don't try, he dies here.
- I know.
(exhaling)
All right.
The plane can't be on the ground longer than 10 minutes.
- We'll do it in five.
- Landing coordinates.
Virginia found us a field.
- Thank god.
- Mark was late.
And he left out the first part of his core sign.
- Code mutilations happen everyday, Ms. Atkins.
I don't see why you feel the need
to babysit the signal room.
That's Leo's job.
- It could be a warning.
What if Mark is being controlled by the Germans?
- Yes, and it could be another signal interference.
Look, a valuable asset is dying.
We need to get him back and fixed.
We have the moon tonight.
We can't wait another month to send in a bloody plane.
- If we're already sending a plane,
we need more wireless operators in action.
- Well we don't have many to choose from.
(clears throat)
Send Noor.
She transposes messages in record time.
- We haven't given her the final level
of field training yet.
- She'll be fine.
- No, she needs more time--
- Are you kidding?
I finally put aside my reservations on her.
- Still, Buck.
I think that we still--
- God damn it!
I didn't ask what you thought!
The plane leaves tonight, and Noor is on it!
Prepare her, Ms. Atkins!
- [Christopher] Why do you keep her in the room?
- [Maurice] She's smart as a whip--
- Coffee
- [Maurice] And her attention to detail is incomparable.
Nothing is too much trouble for her.
- You know, there are rumors.
- Meaning?
- I've heard her name is fake.
That she's a Romanian Jew.
Plus, her accent is off.
- Ms. Atkins grew up abroad.
She was put through the cards just like you.
We found no trace of anything suspect.
She was very helpful to British Intel before the war,
and she came highly recommended.
- All I'm saying is not everyone around here
trusts her the way you do.
- Tea?
- Yeah.
- You know I've been telling you that I've been
training to go abroad?
I have to go tonight.
- Why?
Where are they sending you?
- You know we're not allowed to talk about it.
But Ma, we knew this was going to happen, didn't we?
- Please don't go.
Your family needs you here.
- I need your understanding.
I have to do something.
- You remember the Sufi saying.
Don't you know yet?
It's your light that lights the world.
- Yes, that's why I must go.
(somber music)
(plane engine roaring)
- Here you are.
- You do think of everything, don't you?
- Message us as soon as you arrive,
and make sure you change locations often
so that they don't locate your signals.
- Yes, ma'am.
- This is your wireless.
If you have any doubts, tell me now.
There are ways to help the war effort here.
- No, ma'am.
I'm resolved.
I can fight.
My resistance is not motivated by hate.
- Good.
- That's a beautiful pin.
It's a lapwing, isn't it?
- Yes.
Here.
- [Noor] No, I couldn't.
- No, you must.
Our first female wireless.
Congratulations, Madeline.
- Liberte.
- Good luck to you.
(solemn music)
Hello, Mama.
- Hello, darling.
Dear, missing soldiers turn up all the time.
- We've been here too long already.
This field's dangerous.
- Well, we're here now.
We're seeing it through.
(tense music mounting)
(plane engine roaring)
- I got it.
- [Virginia] Madeline?
- Brigitte?
- Come on.
Raul!
- [Raul] Right.
Let's just go through.
Come on.
- This is Madeline.
- Bonjour.
- Quickly, let's move.
- You okay?
- Yes.
- Just a night or two.
I'll find another safe house for us soon.
Are you warm enough here?
Welcome, Madeline.
May we speak?
I'm not interested.
(bells clanging)
Bonjour. - Bonjour.
The New York Post.
May we speak?
I need a safe house for our agents,
and the police will never look here.
- We cannot accommodate additional guests.
I can barely feed our nuns as it is.
- What if I could find extra food coupons?
- Then we could find rooms.
(static buzzing)
- [Noor Voiceover] Brigitte reports the morale here is low.
Nazi spies everywhere.
Recruiting, send more funds.
(foreboding music)
(children laughing)
(squealing)
(knocking)
Yes?
We identified an illegal radio signal from your home.
I don't have a radio.
Please, come in.
- I know he is here - May I offer you something to eat?
(dark ominous music)
(panting)
- Raul, I need to talk to you about something.
- I'm headed to lunch.
You need to eat.
I insist.
Come.
And as of late, my new patients have become
a lot more interesting.
- I have no place for Madeline tonight.
Do you have any more friends who might be sympathetic?
An attic, a basement?
- I have a basement.
(door opening)
But since I'm doing a favor for you,
I expect something in return.
- Okay.
- You need to see someone about your limp.
- It's not a limp.
It's a wooden leg.
- Oh, I'm,
I thought maybe you
you hurt it on your way into France.
You know, parachute landing.
How did it happen?
Do you mind?
- I guess the question is do you mind?
We're eating.
- Well, I'm a physician.
Strong stomach.
- My family's summer home is on a farm.
I love to hunt.
And went out with some friends to hunt birds.
I'd even brought my father's favorite shotgun.
Barrel pointing down, as I was taught to do.
There was a wobbly fence.
(gunshot fires) (screaming)
Gangrene was setting in and a decision had to be made.
I was unconscious, so the doctor did it for me.
That's devastating.
- First I thought
maybe I get my leg back somehow.
But we all know miracles don't happen.
- You may talk and I may listen
and miracles might happen.
- Hemingway.
- There's always a little room for dessert.
Merci, Pierre.
I have contacts, too.
A little gift.
A bit of soap.
- That bad?
- No.
(laughing)
(soft dark music)
An exposition of the Jews being evil.
Don't believe this propaganda madam.
The Germans are the enemy... not the Jews.
- [Virginia Voiceover] I've never seen so much hatred.
The Germans control what the French read and hear.
False information is everywhere.
The latest, an Antisemitic exhibition.
There are lines down the block to see it.
(air raid sirens wailing)
- [Noor] I didn't think I'd get caught so quickly.
- You'll be safe here.
What do you think?
- It's perfect.
- These here are where the antennas are set up.
It's easiest to get a signal.
Don't message where you sleep anymore.
If you run out of time, sign off
without your security check.
London will figure it out.
(doorbell ringing)
I'm a new patient.
For Dr. Chevain?
No Dr. Benoit.
Father Robert Alesch.
Your sermons are legendary.
We can't stand by with our arms folded.
Indeed.
I'm looking for Brigitte?
Do you have a message for her?
I need to see her.
I'm sorry, Father, but...
I apologize for the inconvenience.
Perhaps you can return another time?
I can't promise, but I've heard Brigitte might be in town.
There is a double agent in Bordeaux. All my contacts have been arrested.
Who knows if any of them have talked.
I need protection, a disguise and money to rebuild a network.
I've heard about Brigitte.
If you see her, please--
Ill pass along the message.
It's urgent.
I understand.
(knocking at door)
- I don't trust him.
- He's a resistance fighter.
- Did you hear his accent?
- He grew up near the border.
His accent is common.
He's a priest.
Famous for his anti-Nazi sermons.
- I've never heard of him.
- He needs our immediate help.
- I will ask Madeline to check with London.
If they vouch for him, then--
- No, no, no.
That'll take too long.
In the meantime he may be caught and murdered.
- Raul.
I'm the one responsible for the safety
of every man and woman who walks in that door.
It's my call to make.
- I see.
If you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.
(tense music)
- [Man] Hello Buckmaster, sir.
- This color's going to exactly the map out of there.
Yes?
Thank you.
- This one's positive too.
- Thank god for Father Alesche,
our local vicar working with resistance
who provided us with a safe house.
- Right, good.
(keys clacking)
(dramatic music)
- I've heard we're going to war with Hungary,
Finland, and Romania.
- Everyone, one moment.
(clears throat)
- Someone at the top said no.
- Why?
- All I've been told is
you're not getting your citizenship papers.
- Because I'm Jewish?
My intelligence work will be suspect
as a citizen of the enemy.
And if anyone else here found out I would be--
- If they do, I will remind them
that your intelligence efforts have always been
unofficial, and not to worry,
that technically your rank is only that
of a secretary--
- Who is dispensable without British papers.
- Indispensable to me.
Upstairs can be difficult.
They're comfortable with things as they are.
And your secret is safe with me.
(somber piano music)
- [Winston Churchill Voiceover] Now we are
the masters of our fate,
that the task which has been set us
is not above our strength,
that its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance.
- He wasn't done.
- It's bloody rubbish.
My citizenship papers,
they said no.
- Oh, Vera.
Oh, Vera.
- Mama.
Every time there's a knock on our door,
I fear that they are coming to deport me
every time.
(sniffling)
- I thought we could remake our lives here.
I thought it would be safe.
- On Sunday December 7th, 1941,
a streak of war has existed
between the United States and the Japanese Empire.
To overcome this premeditated invasion,
the American people in their righteous might
will win through to absolute victory.
(audience cheering) (audience applauding)
As commander-in-chief of the army and Navy--
- Virginia's cover is blown.
The American reporters won't be allowed in France now.
- We'll get her a French disguise.
- She needs to come back and cool off.
- She doesn't want to cool off.
And her leadership skills have exceeded expectations.
We need her in the field.
- But her accent is--
- Will be passable.
She was head of the drama league.
(audience applauding)
- There needs to be a change in hair.
- And a new code name, of course.
- Filomene.
It means strength.
- Excuse me, sir.
Sorry.
Which wireless are we going to transfer to Paris?
We have lost communication.
- Still nothing from Stevenson?
Send Noor.
- Mark's been in the field longer,
and Paris is tougher than Vichy.
- Women can move about more freely in occupied territory.
We have to get this right.
Noor goes north.
- [Virginia] What else did London say?
- Father Alesche's credentials check out.
- Really?
- Yeah.
London said to send him 300,000 francs.
- They'll have to find him.
I left him on his own.
On your next get, ask London to send more wireless.
The passing of information's taking too long.
- Of course.
You know what?
I think we should practice a bit more.
- [Virginia] Sure.
Bonjour.
- Has to have a bit more (gurgling) at the end.
(gurgling)
Bonjour.
- Bonjour.
- Good.
(both laugh)
Viola.
05, It look's beautiful, doesn't it?
It's the role of your lifetime.
- We should get you moving.
I wish you didn't have to go to Paris.
Will you be okay?
- You know we are here only for a short time,
but what we do while we are here
changes the course of the future.
(dark tense music)
Boarding Train for Paris!
(train whistles blowing)
(wheels squeaking)
Search everything. Everybody off the train!
Everybody off, bring your luggage!
(dogs barking)
(breathing heavily)
(dog barking)
We found her!
(woman gasping)
(shrieking)
Everybody back on the train!
(soft music)
I won't be long.
- [Noor Voiceover] Arrived.
Filomene requests more wireless to support
growing resistance in Lyon.
Off to meet circuit members at safe house.
10,8, rue des Archers
- Safer than a hotel.
I like the new look.
- [Virginia Voiceover] The 10th of February, 1942.
We continue to organize drop zones
and distribute cash and weapons to our agents
as they pass through our hub here in Lyon.
Agents Joseph and Cole were parachuted in safely.
- Okay, boys.
The German torpedo boats are hiding in the main canal.
Good luck in Marseilles.
When using a gun.
Double tap.
Torso. (gunshot fires)
Hit. (gunshot fires)
It's good to see you, Father Alesche.
- Are there agents I should assist as I rebuild?
- Use it for your network.
- Be careful out there.
- 10 p.m.
10 p.m.
(dramatic orchestral music)
This will be helpful.
That should be enough for the explosives.
(explosion booms)
- [Christopher] Virginia's report identifies a number
of new Nazi supply lines across France.
- Impressive work.
- [Virginia Voiceover] My contacts suspect
an ammunition shipment is passing through
on its way to Paris.
In the center, right?
I'm organizing a group to destroy the freight line.
- [Noor Voiceover] The four petroleum targets
are now set as planned.
Switching safe houses and will meet
the head of the northern circuit when I get there.
(laughing)
(woman gasping)
We've finally caught you.
You must go!
It's too dangerous here!
(man shouting)
(soft music)
Urgent.
Northern circuit infiltrated.
Gestapo.
On my own.
Send reinforcements.
(keys clacking)
- Get this to Buckmaster immediately.
Serena, right?
Could you do me a little favor?
Just between us ladies.
- Sure.
- I need to get a message to Madeline
and I don't have time to wait for the men.
Tell Madeline that I'm working on a way
to get her home.
Tell her to stay low and to keep moving.
I will get her home.
Got it?
Good.
I don't advise making any mistakes.
I have a really good memory.
- Right.
(keys clacking) (tapping)
What, a woman with a wooden leg? She will slow us down.
I'm telling you she cannot do it.
It's not going to work.
- Alfonse.
- This is Filomene, head of the Heckler Circuit,
and SOE agent Paul and George, local mechanic.
He'll be assisting us with the explosives.
- Thank you.
- But we will not have much time.
The ammunition shipment,
it passes with 30 minutes after dark.
Perhaps we could get more hands.
- I can join.
- No.
Women shouldn't be in the field.
- Yes, they should Paul--
- And certainly not you.
There's a lot of running involved.
- We were all trained in explosives.
- Who the hell are you to give orders?
- My orders come from London.
- All right, all right.
Look, we're all on the same side, right?
(clears throat)
- Paul.
Stopping this ammunition shipment
will save thousands of lives.
- My previous job at a French motor company
certainly didn't prepare me for this.
There could be many explanations, Vera.
Noor's been late before.
- This new curfew is mucking up everyone's scheds.
- Your latest recruits have been doing impressive work.
And Virginia's been spectacular.
You were right about her.
Good find.
- Let's hope they pull it off tonight.
If we could derail an ammunition shipment
that would certainly be good news.
(dark tense music)
(train whistle blowing)
(tense dramatic music)
Stop!
It's the police!
I said stop!
(train whistle blowing)
(explosion booms)
(panting)
- Well.
They now have our wireless.
- Look, the most pressing concern right now is George.
He hasn't been trained.
God knows what he might divulge
under challenging circumstances.
- Christ.
- George is the mechanic.
Can he pick the lock?
- With what?
- A wrench?
- Yes, because they do hand out wrenches in prisons.
- Well what if we could hide the wrench in a package?
The Geneva Convention allows for humanitarian groups
to deliver care packages to prisoners--
- They check care packages.
- Including games.
I mean, if it's an innocent game,
what's there to check?
- [Paul] This is bloody insane.
- I could ask Isabella to do it.
She's a resistance member who looks
charitable.
- I don't know, all right?
We need more time to think.
- We don't have time, Paul.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, I mean why not.
(tense dramatic music)
- Oh gosh.
What do you have there?
(rattling)
Good. Let's play.
It's for the prisoner, sir.
They can have it when we're done. Put it down here.
(romantic music playing on radio)
- They're not coming.
- We're not going anywhere.
Let's pack it up for tonight. But I'll be back tomorrow for a rematch.
Bring her to the prisoners.
To pass the time tonight.
That's nice of you.
Lights out!
(cell doors slamming)
Thank God!
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
What is going on here?
Is there a problem, sir?
What are you all doing past curfew hour?
We don't want to cause trouble.
Get on your knees, all of you. Now!
Sir, there's a misunderstanding.
Your accent... it's not from around here.
(grunts) (suspenseful music)
(both grunting)
(roaring)
(Virginia grunts) (slicing)
(shouting)
(grunts)
- Filomene, get them out of here.
Go, now!
- Let's go.
- Alfonse.
Alfonse!
(church bells ringing)
(gasps)
- You see?
He listened to my prayers.
We will take good care of them.
- Merci, ma soeur.
- Oh, monsieur.
- Remember they know who you are now.
Stay here until I organize a way
to get you back to London.
- But you won't have a wireless.
- We'll manage.
(slow tense music)
(engines revving)
- [Newscaster] In other news, to keep their war machine
going, the Nazis are tightening their grip
on the so-called unoccupied part of France.
French citizens are now being drafted
and taken to work as forced labor in Germany.
(bell tinkling)
- Noor?
- Giselle?
I thought it was you!
Oh my God! How are you?
What are you doing here?
It's complicated.
You look like you could really use a cup of tea.
Yes, that would be lovely.
I'm so happy to see you.
You can't even imagine.
I've been sleeping in alleys for days. I have nowhere to go.
Can you help me?
I have a family, Noor. If anyone finds out...
Giselle, thousands of Jews are disappearing.
Now innocent French children are being marked with yellow stars.
Aren't you afraid?
Please... for France?
A few days.
That's all I can offer you.
(phone ringing)
(knocking)
- Not now.
Good.
- [Noor] Will not return.
My transmission's needed.
Excited to help rebuild circuit.
Your bird has brought me luck.
Next message will send coordinates
for parachute replacements.
- Bloody hell, Noor.
Roosevelt's decision, committing U.S. troops to aid the British
in the seizure of French North Africa has culminated in a major defeat to the Axis.
Having lost control of the Mediterranean,
Hitler's forces are gathering on the frontiers of Southern France to occupy the rest of France.
(air raid sirens wailing)
Klaus Barbie has arrived!
I'd do anything to get my hands on that limping bitch's throat.
Distribute these fliers. All over France.
Tone it down on those sermons.
This is new for me. I wanted to be convincing, Herr Barbie...
Do not disparage the Fiihrer's name!
...:SO NO one suspects anything. My apologies.
Your bonus.
I paid for both of your whores in Paris, as well.
Find me this woman.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Is Filomene here?
Filomene!
- What's wrong?
- They know you are the leader of hundreds of spies.
It's only a matter of time before somebody
recognizes you and speaks the German.
They'll stop at nothing to find you.
You need to take the train south to Perpignan.
You need to go now.
- I'm not giving up.
We're not giving up.
- Good luck.
(slow tense music)
(dramatic music)
This is the punishment for anyone...
who is caught aiding spies and betraying the Fiihrer.
Where is she?
You are asking me questions and I do not know the answers.
Why would she have told me anything?
I am a doctor.
I am healing people, that's it.
(screaming)
Where is she?
I don't know.
(screaming)
(soft music)
(air raid sirens wailing)
This is what we do with spies.
(gunshot fires)
(train whistle blowing)
What have you done?
I did this for you.
For you to eat.
(slow tense music)
(pounding)
(pounding at door)
(shrieking)
Move it you dirty whore! Keep moving.
(sobbing)
- I found your notebook.
We have all your calls.
I'm going to ask one more time.
Who is she?
Loyalty. It's overrated.
Someone in your circuit tipped us off to your friend.
Start transmitting as Madeline.
(static buzzing)
(man shrieking in pain)
(typewriter keys clacking)
(keys jingling)
(distant screaming)
- Madeline sent the coordinates
for the replacements to be parachuted
but there's a problem.
Her code is perfect.
- So?
- There's not a single mistake.
- Well, she's good.
- Yes, but there's always a mistake, or two.
This one's perfect.
- What are you saying, Leo?
- I'm saying the style on this one is different.
- Her security check is correct?
- Yes.
- You're speculating.
- It doesn't feel right.
- So we're acting on feelings now, are we?
What's your opinion?
- We have a wireless who won't survive alone.
I don't know, Buck.
It's not clear.
- Parachute those replacements
to her proposed coordinates.
- We begin here in Perpignan.
Go inland to avoid the patrols.
It's 35 miles across the mountain.
From there you'll need to hop on a train to Barcelona
where you can get a train to Portugal
and then a ship to London.
Get some rest.
You'll need it.
- No complaining out of you.
(soft music)
(tense music)
She's heading South... Pyrenees.
(woman singing softly)
(distant shouting)
(keys jingling)
(gunshots firing)
She's tried to escape twice. We can't get anything out of her.
Put her on the next van.
(river flowing)
(screams)
(keys clacking)
(knocking)
- [Vera] Yes?
- Leo was right.
They must have Noor's code.
- What?
- We parachuted those agents straight into the hands
of the Gestapo.
- Oh.
- The pilot made it back.
I didn't want to give up on her.
I don't want to give up on any of them.
God, Vera, what have I done?
- It's too goddamn late to ask that now.
And they deserve more than the two of us
sitting here second guessing ourselves
safely tucked away behind a desk.
- But what do we have to show for any of this?
- We will soon have hundreds of agents in the field.
Yes, we've made mistakes.
Yes, things should be done
that have not yet been accomplished,
but we are getting better at this everyday.
We must keep trying.
We must.
- Yes.
- Have we heard from Virginia?
(exhales)
Goddammit.
(somber music)
(panting)
(laughing)
- Well done.
You did it!
(car horn blares)
- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.
- A double.
- To Cuthbert.
- Who deserves a medal, I think.
Virginia, I wish we had better news.
From what we know, the convent was not raided.
Everyone else, however, was ...
- Everyone?
- [Vera] Yes.
- And Madeline?
How is she?
- [Vera] Her circuit was also compromised.
- What happened to her?
- [Vera] She's missing.
- Send me back.
- You're one of our best.
I wish we could.
- You can.
- The Gestapo are pulling in everything they can.
It would be criminal to send someone as
remarkable as you right now.
- They're looking for you, Virginia.
They know who you are.
- My neck is my own.
If I'm willing to get a crick in it
because there's a war on--
- It is the necks of everyone in your network.
- Perhaps that wouldn't be the case
if F Section did a better job
of protecting their agents.
- We are doing our best,
and we are all too aware
that our best is costing people their lives.
- That is because there are
too many field agents who need to be supported
by one wireless.
When one wireless goes down, everyone's compromised.
You need to train more.
That is the problem.
- We will consider that.
(somber music)
(phone ringing)
(sniffling)
- Vera, we suspect Alesche is the one
who betrayed Virginia's team,
and upstairs has concerns that
it was you who checked him out.
- You know he checked out on paper.
- He did.
Yes, but--
- No one suspected he was a double agent.
Not Leo, not you.
- I know, but nonetheless--
- That's it, let's not pretend this has anything
to do with my looking into Alesche,
who checked out.
D-Day planning is around the corner,
and I am done being the unofficial untrusted part
of our team just because I was born a Jew.
You want me,
I want my papers.
And proper ink.
Next move is yours.
(soft atmospheric music)
- Well those tactics were very effective in French.
Of course.
Ah, Vera Atkins.
This is William Donovan, chief of 0SS,
America's SOE.
- Your reputation precedes you, Wild Bill.
- As does yours.
- All good things, I'm sure.
- We spent years working on sabotage
and subversion techniques.
We know the best way to cut off Nazi access.
We want to place small sabotage teams
of three agents all over,
one wireless each.
- Surprise, sabotage, vanish.
The Germans won't know what hit them.
- We have experienced agents in the training facilities
to implement the plan,
but we need money.
- We've had no choice but to learn the hard way
how to do this.
Trial and a lot of error.
But I think it's fair to say
we're experts now.
- We propose a joint operation.
OSS and F Section agents working together.
The Americans and the British side by side.
(tapping)
- Your field name should have been Persistent.
Convincing your country to train you as a wireless.
Virginia, her real name is Noor.
- Madeline?
- [Vera] Yes.
- That's beautiful.
- I have to deliver a letter to her mother.
I thought you might like to join me.
- Of course.
- When they told me she was missing,
I knew what it meant.
I hadn't heard from her for so long.
- Your daughter is a hero.
I brought Virginia with me
because she was in the field with Noor.
- I'm so inspired by her strength.
She once said to me
don't you know yet?
It's your light that lights the world.
- All I know is that
no one protected my daughter from harm.
(solemn music)
(bells clanging)
(woman screaming)
(woman singing softly)
- Liberte.
(gunshot fires)
(thudding)
(Pirani screaming)
- This war has left no one unscathed.
- Look at them.
Our glorious amateurs.
Virginia's experience has been of great value to America.
I'm told you're the one I should thank for finding her.
- Oh, I'm sure if I hadn't found her
she would have found us, Mr. Donovan.
Just like she found you.
- True.
We're sending her back.
Ahead of the Jedburgh teams to organize.
Now with her wireless capability,
her skills are even more valuable.
You did great work with her.
- Thank you.
- I look pretty unremarkable, wouldn't you say?
- Indeed.
Shall we?
- Good luck to you.
- And to you, my friend.
(solemn atmospheric music)
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