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In 1939,

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World War II exploded across Europe.

The World War II was the largest single event in human history.

55 million people were killed.

A civilization in Europe collapsed.

One brave woman fought against the tide of war.

She saw that the World War II

presented an existential challenge.

It became the overriding moment of truth.

She faced the greatest evil in all of human history.

Could she survive?

In 1940,

the Germans conquered France and most of Europe.

The World War II had begun.

Two years before the Americans entered the war,

Britain was on its own.

Desperate, they struck back at the Germans

in one of the few ways they could,

by creating a secret organization.

The Special Operations Executive,

The S.O.E.

The mission of S.O.E.

was not to gather intelligence. It wasn't an espionage outfit.

It was, quote, ''to set Europe ablaze.''

It was to carry out sabotage,

blow up trains, blow up boats, canals, railroads,

to make contact with resistance groups in Occupied Europe,

which could then be supplied from Britain.

In the past,

wars were fought according to a book of war.

And they're fought on battlefields between men in uniform.

But the S.O.E. was completely different.

Churchill has an interest in kind of sabotage and subversion,

and is keen to try alternative forms of warfare.

Stop.

Platoon, fall out.

This alternative warfare opened up a surprising opportunity

for one S.O.E recruit,

Noor Inayat Khan,

the daughter of an Indian father and an American mother.

This is the first opportunity,

really, I think, for a group to actually employ women,

and deploy them in an operational capacity.

To her fellow trainees,

Noor was a mystery.

A petite woman with a Muslim name.

A refugee from German occupied France.

They knew that for two years

she had served in the British Women's Auxiliary Air Force

as a radio operator,

and trained in the Bomber Command.

In many ways she was an ideal candidate

for the S.O.E.'s French network.

She was plunged into this world

where everything that she thought about or did

related to the mission that she was being prepared for.

Surviving war office documents

describe Noor as emotional and imaginative.

Her superiors remarked on her selfless dedication.

There was something that seemed almost unworldly about her,

which struck them as exotic.

And given her name, and her background,

I'm sure this played into a sort of sense of her.

Noor's instructors saw this uncommon idealism as a distraction,

another obstacle for a woman already unprepared

for the true reality of warfare.

These were male instructors

who were used to teaching male recruits.

And all of a sudden, they've been asked to train women.

And some of them were very...

reticent about doing that.

But her skill on the radio was unquestioned.

S.O.E radio operators were desperately needed in France.

Their average survival time was only six weeks

before the Nazi tracking trucks hunted them down.

This was the most important role,

and the most difficult one to master.

So, their training was much more extensive

than those that were going in as couriers,

or organizers, for example.

While Noor excelled at operating the radio,

she often lost focus when coding and uncoding the wireless messages.

Seizing on this weakness,

her instructors recommended against making Noor an agent of the S.O.E.

Ignoring her skills,

discounting her years of training,

and attempting to end her career before it even began.

Noor's damaging training reports were sent to London.

The head of S.O.E., France was Maurice Buckmaster.

Maurice Buckmaster was,

it seems to me, a very unlikely character

who'd been part of the Ford Motor Company in Paris.

So he knew his way around Paris. He was fluent in French.

Buckmaster was enraged at Noor's evaluation.

He needed every radio operator available.

Get me, Marks!

Leo Marks was the head of communications at S.O.E.,

the chief cryptologist,

and a genius of codes and secret messages.

He was only 22 at the time.

He was essentially given the entire task

of figuring out which codes to use,

how to train agents to use them,

and how to train an army of cipher clerks

in how to decrypt those codes.

And that was a big task for somebody who was essentially

the age of a college student.

And his skill was that he could communicate with agents,

and teach them how to use these codes.

-Sir? -Come in, Marks.

I want you to look into the background of this trainee.

For Buckmaster,

Marks was Noor's last, best hope.

The only way she could overturn the rejection

was to pass Marks's final review.

For some reason,

Noor struggled with her coding,

and Marks would have to find out why.

Noor Inayat Khan?

Figure this girl out. Dig into it.

They've already rejected her?

Yes.

And they went over my head to do it. It's nonsense.

So do whatever it takes, Marks,

and make sure she passes

that final coding briefing with you as well.

We need this one.

I'll take care of it, Sir. You can count on me.

The file Marks was given contained all her training evaluations

as well as a biography

written in her own hand during the recruitment process.

Marks set out to solve the mystery of Noor Inayat Khan.

The instructor is clearly biased,

perhaps, because she's Indian.

And of all things,

he said she refuses to lie.

How can you be an agent if you refuse to lie to the Germans?

Who is this girl?

Marks first looked into Noor's father,

Hazrat Inayat Khan.

He was a Muslim, born in India.

A descendent of the famous Indian ruler Tipu Sultan.

He was also a teacher of Sufism,

called to share the Sufi message

a message that would one day have a profound impact on Noor as well.

Sufis are Muslims, first and foremost.

And Sufis can be Sunni, they can Shia.

They can be from any theological or...

or any school of religious law.

They are engaged in practices

that might be different

from the obligatory practices required of all Muslims,

whether they're singing, or chanting, or praying,

or the recitation of God's names, God's beautiful names.

All of these practices are part of this tradition,

but the Sufi tradition sees itself

as deeply rooted in the foundational sources of Islam,

the Quran and the Prophet Muhammad.

And there was a great focus on music.

So, music as a path to God,

music as a way of self discovery,

and music as a way to actually

take this message and give it to the people.

In 1910,

after Hazrat completed his Sufi training,

his master sent him off with a new challenge

to bring his music and his message to the West.

In America, Hazrat traveled the country,

performing his music.

But always my grandfather's deeper intention

was to spread a spiritual message.

And gradually he attracted those

who could hear that message

behind his music, or within his music,

and began to gather around him.

It was in New York that Hazrat met

and fell in love with a young American woman,

Ora Ray Baker.

A ward of her older brother, Perry Baker,

who ran a yoga school.

He was young,

musician,

deeply spiritual,

and idealistic.

They were both young.

They came from different worlds.

Sometimes opposites attract powerfully,

and it was in that context that they met and fell in love.

After weeks of courting,

Hazrat Inayat Khan asked Ora Ray to be his bride.

But her brother adamantly refused his permission.

And what is so ironic, I suppose,

is how Perry Baker was enamored

of the esoteric traditions of the East,

but when it came to a family member, a woman in his family,

marrying a dark-skinned man, that was out of the question.

Despondent, Hazrat left America.

But Ora Ray soon followed him to London,

where they were finally married.

He set off to continue his teachings in Europe.

And in 1914,

in St. Petersburg, Russia, their first child was born.

They named her Noor un Nisa,

meaning ''light among women,''

and she would become the light of her father's heart.

She was from the very start,

as a young child, she was very generous,

and self-sacrificing.

And she was always concerned more about others than about herself.

When Noor was eight,

the family moved to Paris,

into a house given to them by a wealthy devotee of her father.

It was called ''Fazal Manzil,'' the House of Blessings.

I grew up in this house.

And it was very obvious that

it was a family home on the one side.

Even in the days of Noor's childhood here with her parents,

it was a family home.

But at the same time,

it was a place for her father to receive his followers,

to give talks, to give classes, to hold meetings.

One of Hazrat's students from the Netherlands

painted a series of watercolors depicting life at Noor's home.

Surrounded by her father's students from all over Europe,

Noor felt deeply part of the larger whole,

regardless of skin color, religion, or nationality.

And her father's teachings were at the center of it all.

He was a figure of mythical proportions

for all who knew him.

And the children were fascinated by him.

He was both their father,

but he was at the same time this larger-than-life

figure who was, in a sense, the father of everyone.

In the despairing years between the two world wars,

many Europeans found themselves searching for meaning,

and a new direction in their faith.

They were attracted to the House of Blessings in Paris.

And especially the message of Hazrat Inayat Khan.

La ilaha illallah,

which is often translated as ''There is no God but God.''

But which means really,

there is nothing at all except the divine reality,

which is to say that everything that exists

is interconnected, interrelated,

and that everything comes from and returns to...

a singular being, the one original divine life.

The people who came for these talks were probably upper-class,

educated people in any case.

And many of them came from Holland,

or Germany, Switzerland,

quite a few French intellectuals, as well.

It was an international crowd.

And his tradition came from a Quranic position of recognizing

that all of the prophets of all of the world's faiths

are exemplars of one planetary message.

And that message is the message of the divine unity,

but a message which is conveyed in many forms.

Primarily, it was a path of service, service to the poor,

service to those in need, and a call to remember God.

Even as a child,

Noor was drawn to this path of service,

one she would follow as she grew up.

I think it really marked them for life

that the morals that he conveyed

were not just something you learned in Sunday school,

but a way of being, a way of living, that

I could still see in my uncles and my mother throughout their lives,

very fundamental principles

that they really tried to live by and adhere to.

Whereas Noor's previous trainer saw her idealism as a flaw,

Marks saw it as a strength,

and perhaps even the key

to making her a successful S.O.E. agent.

He really took to Noor,

and I think he realized that actually she was just somebody

who was operating possibly on a higher moral plane.

And he seemed to be able to tap into that.

Marks learned that in 1927,

when Noor was only 13 years old,

her beloved father died on a trip to India.

So, his loss, his absence, was an extraordinary loss.

It was like this brilliant sun had been shining over everything,

and then suddenly departed.

When Noor's father died, she was very young.

She was a young teenager at the time,

and took on a role of mothering her siblings

because her mother had fallen into a state of deep depression,

which lasted for years.

At the same time, there was always a focus on

the religious nature

of what this house represented.

In other words, the Sufi message that her father had brought,

and this was something

that became part of everyday life.

His presence was, it seems, constantly felt.

After his death,

Noor wrote in a letter how, even in prayer,

her father was near.

"One night I woke,

and I felt so strongly the desire to say my prayers.

With all my soul I said them.

And in the silence of the night,

it seemed so clear that God heard me.

And just at my final words,

the clock struck, as if a reply.

Three chimes which rang through the silence.

My father had told us that meant God granted our prayers,

and I fell asleep with my heart full of joy."

As Noor grew older,

she began to write children's stories.

It seems that her father's teaching is something she wanted to,

not only live by, but also to share with others.

This would have been in the writing of stories,

the morals of which then for children

would be along the precepts of what her...

father's form of Sufism had taught her.

"Great Sun had a little daughter

with sun-ray hair and sky-blue eyes.

And Great Sun loved her dearly,

for when she played around the clouds,

the whole sky would ring with sweet laughter."

Noor loved to share her stories with the children

who visited the family home.

She published a collection of fables called Twenty Jataka Tales,

just months

before she and her family were forced to abandon the house and flee

during the Nazi invasion.

I can tell you that...

the most cherished possession that I have is a manuscript,

written by her, by her own hand.

And this is one of the stories in the Jataka Tales.

I cannot imagine any relic more meaningful than this.

It's... it's a picture of her very soul.

And, in fact, all of the stories in the... in the Jataka Tales

are stories of nobility and sacrifice.

And she, somehow, must have known,

already at that stage in her life,

at a soul level, perhaps not consciously,

that she was moving toward this destiny,

and she knew it.

She actually published a book for children,

Twenty Jataka Tales.

This bares a little study.

A lot of surprises in our Ms. Khan.

Somebody who is constantly escaping

in some sense into stories about magic animals

is somebody who is trying to make sense of the new world

that she's landed up in.

After reading the Jataka Tales,

Marks knew he would have to approach Noor

in a completely different way.

She seemed otherworldly

because she was from another world,

the world of her father.

In many ways, she is a disciple of her father.

They're meant to actually be doing things in this world.

And that, no doubt, had an impact on her.

That, you can see that her...

where she goes in her life,

the types of actions she engages in,

and a kind of activist ethics that she embodies,

is very much a part of this tradition.

That's why her stories were full of self-sacrifice.

That's why she refused to lie.

These were the values of her father,

and the religious environment of her childhood.

Now Marks had what he needed to work with her effectively.

He sent for her.

If Noor had as much commitment to her code work as to her values,

she could not fail.

Mr. Marks?

I'm here for my final briefing.

Ms. Khan.

Have a seat.

I believe if one studies history,

this is one of the very few global situations

in which there's such a stark contrast in values,

and such a clear moral imperative,

and I think she felt that imperative very viscerally.

I've read in your evaluations that you refuse to lie.

That's very noble.

It was my father's greatest lesson.

But, when you fail to encode a message correctly, you have lied.

-What? -Yes.

Actually, you're very similar to the characters in your Jataka Tales.

You've read my book?

Like the characters in the fables, Noor,

your central mission is to save lives.

But when you fail to encode a message correctly,

people will die.

The message will not get through.

You must tell the truth.

This provided the focus she needed.

The grounding in the real challenges she would face.

And now what had been more abstract

was thrust

into a very tangible mold,

the mold of the coming conflict.

Marks watched as her technique began to improve.

Each time Noor finished encoding a line,

she closed her eyes and ran her finger over the phrase,

as if saying a prayer,

tapping into a resource no other agent had.

And when she was done,

her work was perfect.

There was one final task.

Marks must give Noor a bluff check,

a secret signal by which they would know that she had been captured,

and that the Germans, not Noor, were using her radio.

Now one of the things Marks did

is he actually came up with a custom security check.

It was a special feature of all of her messages

that would make it possible for London to tell

whether or not she'd been captured,

even if she wasn't required to tell a lie.

All you need to do is remember to never use a key phrase

with 18 letters in it,

any other number but not 18.

If we receive a message with 18 letters,

we'll know you've been caught by the Germans,

and they're using your radio.

Eighteen is my lucky number.

Yes, I can do that.

And I promise, I'll not forget it.

I will not disappoint you, Mr. Marks.

Well, I think it's clear that Marks had a little bit of crush on her.

She was very pretty,

according to everybody at the time.

She was very smart.

And he had the opportunity to write a report that said,

''She is a terrible coder,

she will never survive behind enemy lines.

Don't send her.''

He had this chance but he decided not to.

He wrote a glowing report,

and as a result of that she was put on an airplane

and sent into Occupied Paris.

On the night of June 16th,

Noor and two other women flew into France

in a single engine Lysander aircraft.

Once in Paris,

she would adopt an entirely new identity

that of a French children's nurse named Jeanne Marie Renier.

But to London,

Noor would be known by her code name, Madeleine,

radio operator for the Prosper Network,

the largest and most important S.O.E. group in France.

She would be the key link between the resistance

and the British war office,

transmitting critical information,

and arranging for the drop of weapons, and new agents.

When Noor landed,

a man called Henri Dericourt was on the landing fields,

and was able to help her out of the airplane,

and loaded mail into the Lysander along with other agents

who were returning to Britain.

Welcome to France, my dear friends.

You must hurry. There's not much time.

Take these documents to the pilot.

The headquarters of the Prosper network

were just to the Northwest of Versailles,

in the National School of Agriculture.

It was here that she began her first broadcasts back to London.

For every transmission,

she must string out the 40 feet of antenna wire.

It took agents quite a while

after they arrived to establish themselves.

They'd have to go to their safe house.

They would then have to make contact with London.

And Noor actually contacted London within 72 hours of her arrival,

which was pretty much unprecedented.

At the agricultural school,

Noor met France's Suttill,

code name Prosper, the leader of the Prosper Network.

Settling in, some of her fears diminished.

It was almost peaceful there, almost like home.

I've heard you're a very good operator, mademoiselle.

I'm glad to have you with us,

but, this is very dangerous work.

I'm happy to be of service to the network.

Anything you need me to do, I can do it.

I promise I'll not disappoint you.

You must never let down your guard.

The Germans are relentless.

I promise, I'll be careful.

The organizer was out there trying to recruit people.

That was dangerous.

The courier was carrying a message. That was dangerous.

But by far the most dangerous was to be the wireless operator,

the radio operator.

For the Prosper Network,

the Germans weren't the only threat.

Rumors surfaced that their own, Henri Dericourt,

the man who had met Noor's plane, was a double agent.

Agents in London suspected Dericourt was employed

both by the S.O.E. F Section,

and by the Abwehr,

the German counter intelligence agency.

Ah, Dericourt, you are right on time.

It would explain why...

the Abwehr and the Gestapo knew about F Section headquarter staff,

knew about incoming agents.

When a Lysander was returning to Britain,

it would often take documents

that were too long to be transmitted over

wireless by the wireless operators.

There's evidence to suggest that Dericourt took that mail,

gave it to the Abwehr,

which were then photocopied,

and then returned to Britain.

So everything that S.O.E. headquarters was getting

had previously been seen by the Abwehr.

It meant that S.O.E. was entirely compromised.

Within days of Noor's arrival,

the Gestapo struck,

taking down the Prosper agents one by one.

It was the largest coup of its kind

ever by the Gestapo in France.

There were six other wireless operators

based in Paris at this time,

and all of them were either arrested or disappeared.

Even Francis Suttill,

the leader of the Prosper network,

was no longer safe.

And as soon as one network, or sub-circuit,

had been infiltrated by Abwehr agents,

then it was just going to lead,

like a domino effect, to the collapse of all of them.

Suttill, Prosper himself, was arrested on June the 24th, 1943,

just seven days after Noor joined his network.

It would appear that Prosper was doing very well.

Obviously, we know that the rate at which the Prosper circuit grew,

with all of these kinds of sub-circuits,

meant that sooner or later,

it was inevitable that it was going to be penetrated.

Many of the agents that were captured,

especially in Northern France and Paris,

were taken to 84 Avenue Foch in Paris.

The basement was basically a torture chamber, a jail.

Then there were administrative rooms,

and then at the top, there were more cells, rooms,

just windowless rooms, to interrogate people.

Here's the one we've been waiting for.

I see you have shown the poor judgment to resist.

I trust you will think more carefully here.

Take him to room number three.

At 84 Avenue Foch in Paris,

Hans Kieffer was the senior intelligence officer.

But Ernst Vogt,

as translator and interrogator,

spent the most time with captured agents.

Pierre Cartaud, a French collaborator,

was happy to be serving the Germans,

and eager to please.

Suttill's interrogation was especially long and brutal.

We know how difficult this is for you, Suttill.

You confessed your fears in your letters to your wife.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's a variation of good-cop or bad-cop.

There were those that would,

you know, smash them with a rubber truncheon,

and basically beat them up.

More effective, they discovered,

was this sort of friendly talking.

Have you no limits?

Who has betrayed us?

We are all afraid in this war, Suttill.

We are soldiers, so we are all men,

but you can free yourself of these fears.

There is nothing dishonorable in it.

Simply help us.

Honor means nothing to you.

Give us the locations of the hidden arms and explosives

so we can protect our soldiers.

Give yourself peace.

No one will be killed or harmed in any way.

I give you my word

as an officer of the Third Reich,

an agreement between gentlemen.

You have my promise.

Give us the location.

After days of endless questioning,

the indications are that Suttill,

shocked and demoralized by the information

the Germans already had,

including copies of letters to his wife, gave in.

Actually, many of the agents, once captured,

did assume that they had a protected status,

that they believed what the interrogators told them.

Unfortunately, that was not the case.

In the end, the Germans would arrest

hundreds of people after the Prosper collapse,

and confiscate countless tons of arms and explosives.

Suttill himself was held for two years

in Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp in Germany,

before he was executed in 1945.

Noor's safe house at the agricultural school

was no longer secure.

But in a stroke of good luck,

Noor was warned before it was too late.

She had to flee immediately.

But where shall I go?

Ride to Paris.

See if Monsieur Garry can get you to a safe house

if he has not already been taken away, but hurry.

With only her bicycle,

and a small bag, Noor set off for Paris,

hoping there would be someone,

anyone, who could help her.

To have this burden

of not only being the radio operator for this network

that might be full of spies,

but to the be the only person,

and knowing that if she did what was safe,

which was to head back to London, or to go into hiding,

she would essentially cut off the operation

and make everybody else's sacrifice meaningless.

That was an enormous pressure for somebody,

especially someone so young.

German soldiers were everywhere,

on the lookout for Prosper agents.

But Noor's inexperience may have worked to her advantage.

She hadn't been in Paris long enough to make friends or enemies.

Finally, Noor was able to transmit from a safe house,

she'd found through the local French resistance.

When she learned that she was the last radio operator

left in Paris,

she knew she must quickly get word to London

that the Prosper network had been destroyed.

Each of us participates in defining the world in which we live,

and making the world what it is to become.

And she saw now that this was her moment

to make her mark, to say what she believed,

and to say it, not merely in words,

but to say it in action,

and in the most dangerous possible action.

Back in England,

an elaborate complex of S.O.E. personnel

awaited Noor's message.

Once received,

the coded message was passed on to a decoder,

and then immediately sent to F Section headquarters.

If the bluff check was included,

they knew the agent had not been captured.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

We have to get a message back to her.

It's the Prosper network.

Prosper? What's happened?

Take this down.

Most urgent to Paris station, Madeleine.

Buckmaster, the head of F Section of S.O.E.,

had requested that she return to Britain

because her safety was at risk.

And she decided to ignore that instruction

because she wanted to rebuild the... the network.

Everything depended on Noor.

Buckmaster offered to send a plane for her,

but she turned it down.

She was the last link to London.

Without her, there would be no way to deliver supplies

and guns to the resistance.

And a final lifeline would be cut for downed Allied flyers in France,

desperate to escape the Germans.

She would stay.

The Germans used direction finding vans,

which would be able to pinpoint the location of an agent

transmitting a message.

And they'd be able to do that

probably within about 15 or 20 minutes.

The longer the radio operator stayed on the air,

the greater the danger.

It got to a point where

they were not supposed to stay

in communication for more than five minutes.

It was said that the life of a wireless operator

was about six weeks.

So, it was an incredibly dangerous role,

the most dangerous.

The ordinary idea is that idealism is not practical.

But in her case, the opposite proved to be true.

I believe it was her idealism itself that carried her through.

Despite the danger,

Noor diligently kept the wire open to England.

She sent the names of the captured agents,

scheduled weapons drops,

and continued to coordinate the escape of downed Allied flyers

caught behind enemy lines.

There was no relief from her constant code work.

She had total focus now.

Imagine the hardest math problem you had to solve in high school.

And now imagine doing that every day,

and imagine knowing that if you get the answer wrong,

somebody is going to die.

And then the constant...

threat, the realization

that every time your finger hits that... that key,

it's not just the people in England who are hearing it,

it's Germans, too.

And they're just... they're just trying to find you,

and, eventually, they will.

Weeks passed,

and Noor grew accustomed to exhaustion

as she and her radio were always on the move.

The radio operators couldn't just put their radio down somewhere,

in a barn, let's say...

and leave it there.

They had to move it from place to place.

By then, the Gestapo had her description,

forcing her to change her appearance at times to be safe.

She could trust no one.

Once, when poor reception forced her to rig her antenna outside,

she was discovered

with only her charm to protect her.

This seems like quite a struggle for you, mademoiselle.

What have we here? A radio?

Oh, you surprised me, major.

I confess,

I am running a wire for my radio to listen to jazz on the BBC.

It is forbidden I know, but I must have my jazz.

You understand, I am sure.

The music helps us to forget the war, everything.

Do you dance?

I must confess, I am a terrible dancer.

Everyone must have their music.

Come,

with any luck tonight, Duke Ellington.

Actually, being a woman was a great advantage in this regard.

Because women were essentially invisible to the Germans

as terrorists, or resistance agents, or working for the S.O.E.

as Noor was, until relatively late, much later than you expect.

It had been three months since Noor arrived.

She'd already survived longer than anyone thought she could.

And Paris had only become more dangerous.

The Gestapo knew what she looked like,

and even her code name, Madeleine.

There's evidence to suggest that Gestapo knew about her,

and she was followed.

But utilizing her training

she was able to lose the people following her.

Stop!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

For all her time in Paris,

Noor had never returned to her childhood home.

But now exhausted and alone,

she returned to Suresnes,

her old neighborhood,

calling upon a family friend.

It was a desperate and dangerous choice.

Agents were trained not to go

anywhere near people who might know who they really were

because it was felt that that could be very dangerous

and draw attention to them.

But Noor obviously was in a situation

where she wasn't sure what to do,

and she trusted these people.

Noor? What are you doing here?

Oh, it's so good to see you,

but we thought you left the country with your family.

Madam Pinchon, please, I am working for the British.

The British?

Yes. I need to set up a radio post. You must help me.

Oh, my God, Noor. Come in.

It is so dangerous.

There are Germans everywhere.

It was a time at which she could never be sure.

She could not be sure

what the allegiances might be of these people

that she had known very well.

Noor's new life met her old

as she strung her radio antenna

in a place so close to her family home.

Don't even think of going over there, Noor.

The house is full of Germans now.

What would my father think?

To see the house so full of soldiers?

Maybe it was just a way of gaining some kind of inner strength,

to just see the place where her father and her mother had lived,

where she'd grown up, and known maybe happier times.

Avenue Foch.

As the resistance became more organized,

and the Germans were getting more aware

that this was going on,

they started to offer money for people to denounce people.

Yeah, Heir Kieffer.

Yes, the reward is as advertised, miss.

What is the name?

I think even the Germans were quite surprised

at the number of cases that they were put in touch

with people who did prove in the end to be

the kind of people they were looking for.

It is good.

They've sold us another one.

Call Cartaud.

Noor was actually betrayed by a woman called Renee Garry,

who was the sister of the man who ran the organization,

the circuit, that she belonged to.

There would appear to be

a sense of kind of jealously and resentment.

Noor was very glamorous, attractive woman.

The informant identified Noor's last secure apartment.

I think it's hard

to imagine that people really thought through

the full consequences of what they were doing

or what... they didn't know about the existence of the camps.

But they did know that people could die as a result of it.

And we can't escape that fact.

How kind of you to leave your radio and codes for us.

Place your hands behind your head.

I intend to search you.

Back off or I'll shoot.

As soon as she was captured,

that code book fell into German hands,

and they were able to see the messages that she had sent.

But, crucially, it also meant that

they could start communicating with London, pretending to be her.

On October 13th, 1943,

after working in Paris as an S.O.E. agent for four months,

Noor Inayat Khan was arrested.

What happened to you, Cartaud?

Take her to room number three.

Shall I call you by your code name, Madeleine?

And I see that in your letters to your mother,

you sign them ''Babuly?''

Very sentimental.

How can you know that?

Oh, we know your mother's name,

and where she lives.

We know your officer-in-chief in London is named Buckmaster.

We know you trained at Beaulieu Manor.

We know a great deal about you, Madeleine.

Do you have an agent in London?

Perhaps, we do.

Why don't you give us your real name for a start?

Write it down for us.

And perhaps a contact here in Paris.

Someone unimportant.

There is nothing I can tell you.

There is no need to suffer, Madeleine.

Suttill was very cooperative.

He found an honorable way to talk to us.

You can too.

No one will be injured in any way.

I promise.

I have nothing to say to you.

You represent everything I despise.

Don't be so harsh on us, Madeleine.

We're only soldiers.

We're no different than you.

You are nothing like me.

Noor was a tiny, little, petite woman,

but seemed to have...

the emotional strength of a tiger.

It's very hard for me to imagine what Noor was...

must have been going through

when she was arrested finally,

and now in the presence of interrogators

of the German

terror apparatus organizations.

They threatened her, cajoled her,

promised her special treatment.

They did everything they could,

but she refused to give in.

It was her deep commitment to certain core spiritual values

that were unshakable,

that led her to resist all temptations, and threats,

and to adhere passionately to what she believed to be true.

Take her out.

The interrogation went on for days,

but they couldn't break her.

Noor could think only of escape.

She wasn't going to collaborate with... with the Germans.

She refused to give any information. She refused to talk to them.

In her cell,

Noor wrote secret notes to two other prisoners,

suggesting a break out.

They used the private lavatory

as a drop point for the notes and hatched a plan.

Her fellow prisoner, John Starr,

stole a screwdriver,

hiding it each morning for the others to find.

Noor worked for three weeks,

trading off the tool,

using its sharp edge

to dig the iron rungs away from the window's concrete frame.

The fact that Noor repeatedly tried to escape,

both on her own and in collaboration with other captured resisters

at Avenue Foch,

is... is pretty unprecedented and... and unique.

They managed to remove the rungs on the window,

by the use of a screwdriver, trying to escape.

Noor was the last to loosen her bars.

But her fellow prisoners were able to remove the heavy skylight,

and help her up onto the roof.

They were finally free.

But as they fled into the night,

an air raid siren blared,

alerting the guards to their escape.

They were thwarted by an RAF raid.

As soon as an air raid happened,

then the prison staff would check on the cells.

And then it was the alarm was raised.

After less than an hour of freedom,

the three prisoners were once again

led into Gestapo headquarters.

This, I think, is evidence of the kind of person that Noor was.

We know that she was shy. We know that she was reticent.

We know that she was small.

And, yet, clearly, she had this ferocious streak

and desire to escape.

Berlin?

This was the last straw for Kieffer.

In a letter sent to Nazi headquarters in Berlin,

Kieffer designated Noor

''Nacht und Nebel,''

''Night and Fog.''

One of the classifications that the Germans, the Nazis,

gave to their prisoners

was something called ''Nacht und Nebel.''

And it comes from a saying

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

''She should disappear into night and fog.''

So this was an identifier for agents

who were seen as the most dangerous,

that they would disappear into the concentration camp system,

and never be released.

Noor was helpless.

Her fate sealed.

And tragically, in German hands,

her radio continued to broadcast

under her code name Madeleine.

Back in England,

Buckmaster and Marks

were unaware of Noor's capture until it was too late.

The bluff check for Noor Khan is wrong, Sir.

There are 18 letters.

How did this happen?

Why wasn't I notified?

I gave very specific instructions about her.

Do you understand what this means?

It means the Germans have been using her radio and codes, Marks,

making fools of us all.

It means they have her.

She's gone. Poor girl.

She had held up against three weeks

of unsuccessful interrogation in Paris.

Then, finally, on November 26th, 1943,

Noor was sent by train to Pforzheim prison in Germany.

For her journey, and her time in prison,

Noor was ordered to be kept always in chains,

always isolated from her fellow prisoners.

I'm not aware of any other agent who was treated in that way.

They clearly were concerned that she would try to escape again.

There does seem to be this determination not to give in.

Finally, after almost a year in captivity,

Noor was taken to Dachau,

the concentration camp where thousands of Jews,

political prisoners,

and others considered an enemy of the Reich, were killed.

So she, of course, feared death.

Every human being fears death.

And no doubt she feared more than death,

the horrors of... of... of the brutality, of the Gestapo.

She came face to face with the very worst of reality,

the worst of the world in which we live.

How did she...

how did she survive? How did she make her way through?

I don't know that anyone can...

quite answer that question.

It...

it...

it speaks of a level of faith,

of resilience, of trust in the divine beneficence,

in an assurance that, in the end,

when all of this horror is exhausted,

that the sun will... will dawn.

That must have been her faith.

Only that faith could have carried her through.

''Do come back, little daughter,'' the birds sang,

"The whole world is so sad without you.

The tall trees have lost all their leaves,

so hard have they wept.

The birds sing no more.

Even the great sun is so sad,

that if you do not return, little daughter,

he may never come again.''

Her message was that

the human soul is of the divine source.

That every human being is sacrosanct.

That all people must be free,

and that if it requires the sacrifice of one's own life,

then that common wealth of humanity

deserves such a sacrifice.

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