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- Previously on X Company...

- Sometimes,

your friend is a mole. You might

have to kill someone you know.

- The rendezvous is set.

Your contacts are expecting you.

- We'll do you proud, sir.

- Sending them into the field?

- I made my decision.

- Race and Resettlement,

that's us.

- Frau Bauer, it means a great

deal to me that you're here.

- Heidi says that the whole town

is understaffed.

- The train station?

I might be able

to track oil shipments.

- You're gonna need some Polish

papers. I'll see what I can find

at the office.

- Alec, this is my daughter --

Irena.

- Pleased to meet you.

Show Alec around, will you?

When can you start?

- Uh, now.

- Perfect.

- There are Allied spies

among the Polish Resistance.

Two men in the forest

and someone working among us.

- This is now your top

priority. I need to know

if they're targeting Marigold.

- We have a mole.

- Sir? Peter and David

made their check-in.

They're on track to rendezvous

with Aurora's team later today.

- Good.

Krystina, let's just

clear the air here--

- And this needs

your signature.

- A transfer request.

- I am a proficient radio

operator. I speak fluent Polish.

David is a promising

agent, but he failed

his final field test.

- Krystina--

- Which is why,

in my professional opinion,

he was not ready to be deployed.

- I choose agents for missions

based on a variety of factors,

Sergeant. It's not always

about performance at the Camp.

- Which means

you didn't trust my judgment.

And if you don't trust my

judgment, what am I doing here?

So, if you'll sign--

- Sergeant.

I'm sorry, it's urgent.

- Our contact

at the Reichsmuseum,

he was questioned

by German officials

this morning about Helene Bauer.

♪♪♪

- The Nazis are digging

into Aurora's cover.

- Good morning. Marlene, Lotte.

- I need to speak

to you, Helene.

- Is everything all right?

- Actually, no.

Something troubling

has come to my attention

and, to be honest,

I feel betrayed.

We've discovered

the Polish Resistance

have a source in our office.

- Do they know who?

- We've been digging

into every worker

with a fine-tooth comb.

I wanted to be certain.

I spoke to your old boss

at the Reichsmuseum

just this morning.

- Oh, really?

- I don't know how you put up

with that man.

He bored me to death

in one phone call.

- He didn't

bring up his philosophy

of aesthetics, did he?

- Your background check

was clear. I knew it would be.

- Of course. And the others?

- All clear.

The Germans anyway.

No, I knew all along

who the leak was.

I should have.

I was trying

to be efficient,

use the available

labour source.

It was only ever meant

to be a temporary solution,

but...

- The Jewish workers?

- Duplicity is in their nature.

They cannot be trusted.

They'll be contained in their

basement cells for questioning.

- Come on! Let's go!

- No!

- What's going on?

- You, come with me!

♪♪♪

Move!

- They just transmitted.

They're gonna be at

the rendezvous in a few hours.

- Green agents on a mission

like this? Makes you

wonder what he's thinking.

- We were all new once.

- Yeah, we weren't

sabotaging oil refineries

our first time out the nest.

- No, you blew up a bridge.

- Doesn't matter much if

we don't find the refineries,

does it? Our asset

hasn't been much help.

- Faber's job is handling

Resistance. He can't ask

too many questions without

Schmidt getting suspicious.

- Can't or won't?

- It's gonna take time.

Schmidt doesn't trust him yet.

- Neither do I.

Doesn't stop us putting

our lives in his hands, does it?

What about the train station?

Have you traced oil shipments?

- They're covering their tracks,

using code words for

all the cargo.

- How'd you know that?

- They're shipping "grain"

when the harvest isn't in.

Two trains were listed

as carrying "iron,"

but there's no way those engines

could pull the load.

- If they're using codes,

there has to be a key.

- I've searched the office.

- The safe?

- Picked it last night. Nothing.

- Who uses the codes?

- Karl, the manager.

He carries a notebook,

never lets it

out of his sight,

but he takes it

home at night.

- That sounds like you need

to go home with him too.

Karl the manager's

got a daughter, right?

- Yeah.

- What would Tom do?

- You startled me. Ha!

I didn't hear you there, Alec.

- I was hoping you could

remind me how to process this.

It's confusing,

all these numbers and codes.

- You take

the warehouse inventory

and cross-check the box codes

against the manifest.

But you already knew that.

My father is very impressed

at how quickly

you've picked it up.

He's never met someone

who can remember

more about a particular engine

than he can.

- I've always liked trains.

- Oh, him too.

He's like a little boy.

He has a model

in his study at home.

So...

I have to wonder,

why would you pretend

to need my help now?

- You look very pretty

in that dress.

Matches your eyes.

- Thank you.

But my eyes are blue.

- They're teal,

like the buttons.

I'm sorry, I'm not

very good at this.

- Would you like to join

my family for lunch

after church tomorrow, Alec?

-:

What are your plans for the day?

- I should unpack,

but I just can't.

I've dragged the same set of

dishes across three countries.

- Shopping then

for a new set?

- I've joined

the Women's League.

I want to do something

I can feel good about.

My wedding ring.

How do you have this?

- When I escaped,

I couldn't leave it behind.

I thought you would

want it back.

Unless there are too many bad

memories from when it was taken?

Do you want a new one?

- You know what I want.

Your plan back in Paris, Franz.

We were going

to run away to Spain,

to get away from everything.

- We don't have a choice.

You know this.

- Why are you risking so much?

I don't understand it.

♪♪♪

- Who was responsible for taking

the minutes at the staff meeting

this morning? Speak up.

It's bad enough having

to pick up your slack.

These are practically

unreadable.

How am I supposed

to type this?

You, come here.

Do you read shorthand?

No? Please.

Here's some food.

There's enough to share,

but we need to talk.

- I know why you are here.

- Jana, please.

- There's a train

Monday morning.

I filed the transport

memorandum myself.

I didn't realize at the time;

it's going to the camps.

We will be on it,

whether I say

something or not.

Don't worry.

♪♪♪

- I'll come back for you.

I'll get you out,

all of you.

I promise.

Ahem! Thank you.

- Obergruppenfuhrer. Was I

expecting you this morning?

- I'm waiting

for my car's refuel.

I was hoping for an update

on your progress

finding the Allied spies

in Pruszko.

- Intelligence is

precision work. It takes time.

- My operation

is in a delicate phase.

I need to know

if the spies are just here

to rabble-rouse

with the ruffians

in the woods

or if they know about Marigold.

- I've secured the office

against an internal leak,

but we're still gathering

intelligence on the Resistance.

If they're working with spies,

I'll find them.

- I imagine

you are highly motivated.

It's healing well.

Sabine will be pleased.

- I could protect Marigold

better if I knew what it was,

Obergruppenfuhrer.

- I have the RSD for protection.

- The Fuhrer's Guard doesn't

normally take assignments

outside of his protection.

- They do for an operation

this important. All I need

from you is to find out

what the Allies know

about Marigold,

if anything.

How is Sabine?

- She's well.

- Keeping busy?

- She's become involved

with the Women's League

down the hall.

- It will be good

for her to make some friends.

- Her happiness

is my first concern.

- A woman is most content

with a family

to care for, Franz.

-: Attention

all passengers.

This is the final call

for the train departing

from Warsaw, from track 2.

- Can I help you, madam?

- I hope so.

I need to transport

several packages

from the Town Hall.

I know it's last minute,

but it has to be tomorrow.

It's quite urgent.

- There's a 1:30

train west, out of town.

Very few passengers;

the Germans haven't commandeered

any space for soldiers.

I'm sure there's room

for some extra cargo.

- Wonderful!

Can someone come

and pick them up?

- I'm afraid

I'm not here tomorrow.

- Hm. I don't think

I can lift them myself.

- Irena,

do you have

any cargo packing slips?

I've run out.

- I'll get some from the back.

- I'll leave the door

to Car 20 unlocked,

but I need you

to take this to Faber.

- Getting any closer

to the Marigold refinery?

- Not yet. But I am going

to the station manager's house

tomorrow to see if I can.

- How?

- I have a date.

-: Oh. Um--

- Here you go.

- I'm sure I can take care

of the packages myself.

It's fine. He's so kind to help.

- Yes, he's very thoughtful.

♪♪♪

-: Be right there.

- 3 o'clock bus

is always late.

- The 4 o'clock

never comes at all.

Whitby sends her regards.

- I thought you had

another one with you.

- He's holed up with supplies.

- Let's collect him

and get on with it then.

- Gladly. Wasn't exactly

a first-class ticket

getting here.

- Buckle up, mate.

- Some.

- So, what's it like?

You know, you were

the first agents

the Camp sent into France.

- Is it true you

blew up a tank at Dieppe?

- No, no, no. It was two.

And they almost stole

Enigma machine.

- And Alfred's got ESP.

Like he's a human

lie detector or something?

- Sorry, fellas;

that's classified.

- Yeah, it wouldn't be

classified if it wasn't true.

- Never trust any intel

that you can't verify yourself.

Unless your gut's

screaming at you.

Always trust your gut.

- My gut says

the rumours are true.

- Yeah.

- So, we brought supplies for

the mission. Explosives, fuses--

- And this. It's lighter

with improved range.

To replace

your old one.

- There's nothing wrong

with the old one.

Better you brought

something useful like Scotch.

- Uh, well, the colonel

did send something.

- Oh yeah.

Here you go.

- It's in bloody Polish.

- No. Open it.

♪♪♪

- They're from your niece.

She sent them

to your old unit in England,

and they forwarded

them to Camp X.

- That would have

been nice with Scotch.

- Germans are arriving every day

to enjoy the Lebensraum.

And with our help,

they have everything

they need to start fresh.

- So finely sewn.

All of these were donated?

- There is much wealth

to be had in Poland.

Maybe you'll find

something for yourself.

A nice dress to wear out on

the town with the Brigadefuhrer?

- Out on the town in Pruszko?

- There's a lot of us

expatriates here.

My calendar was never

this full in Munich.

You shouldn't be

on your feet, Derica.

- Sure, I should.

I have to set a good example

for this little sweetheart.

Do you have any children,

Frau Faber?

- No.

Is this ready to go downstairs?

- Yes.

- Sabine. I heard

you were working here

with the ladies.

I thought you might be thirsty.

- Or more likely

you need something.

- I need you to leave

a laundry cart by the

basement door when you leave.

- No. I don't need to know

what you're up to

to know it's dangerous.

- I promise, there's no risk--

- Unless I get caught.

Your plans never work out

for Franz and me, do they?

- Remember when we took

the train together,

just the two of us?

You wanted to know

the truth, right?

- But we'll never know, will we?

Because you never tell

the truth. If you'll excuse me,

I prefer to help in a way that

won't endanger myself

or my husband.

- I can't remember the last time

I ate such a good meal.

- Between my wife

and my daughter,

even the German rations

are no match for this.

- Papa!

- You're right, my dear.

We are very lucky.

Even if it means letting

the Germans run my trains.

- The game, Irena!

You promised!

- And let me guess.

Which game would Milek like?

- The memory game!

- Aaah, memory game!

It is tradition on Sundays.

But don't worry, you'll

catch on quick.

- Good.

- So, I will go

and get the magic tray.

- Hahaha!

- Here it is.

So...

you get to see the tray.

Here. It has

lots of different things on it.

- Right.

- And then, I add

one new thing.

Don't look!

And whoever identifies

what it is wins.

Ready?

- Ready.

- Voilà!

- Was it the playing card?

- No!

- After we finally catch

the guy in the church,

Peter has to pretend

to be a German sympathizer

and spring the bastard.

- I love a German on his heels.

-:

Well, he wasn't for long.

-: Are all new agents

so confident?

-: Yeah,

he got what he deserved.

- No.

On our first mission,

our youngest,

Harry...

...he was so nervous he dropped

his bloody gear off a bridge.

The damn thing almost

didn't get blown.

-: From an admirer?

- It's from my niece,

Maggie. Mags.

It's from northern England.

She's there with the rest

of the orphans for safety

during the bombings.

She likes to press them

in letters.

- She's an orphan?

- Yeah.

I'm all she has now.

♪♪♪

- And how is life at home?

- Umm,

the usual.

School, complaining

about chores,

wondering when

I'm coming home.

Her life's

still so normal.

- Is it?

She lost her family,

her home.

- But she's safe.

She knows what tomorrow

looks like.

Over here,

everything's upside-down.

I'm grateful for Mags,

but it doesn't seem fair.

♪♪♪

- My family used to own

a candy shop in Nadzieja.

The building's been empty

ever since the night

the Nazis took

my parents away.

But I'm going to open

that candy store again.

One day, my children

will only have

school and chores

to complain about too.

Would you read to me?

♪♪♪

- "Dear Uncle Neil,

"today, we started

learning maths.

"I don't like it much,

"but afterwards,

we got to catch tadpoles

so we can

watch them grow."

- I'm glad you don't mind

the needlework.

Makes me cross-eyed.

- I forgot how much

I liked it.

- I have to get home

to get Sunday dinner started.

Derica is going to give us

a lift to the market.

Do you want to come?

- I only have, uh,

these two dresses left.

- See you tomorrow then.

♪♪♪

- Am I losing again?

- No. Alec is losing.

But this is his chance

to redeem himself. Ready?

- I'm ready.

- Let's see. Don't look.

Don't look.

And voilà!

Alec?

- I think I'll leave it

to the champions.

Uh, where is your...?

- Down the hall.

♪♪♪

Alec?

What are you doing

in my father's study?

- You mentioned his model train.

- He doesn't

use it much anymore.

I think it reminds him

too much of what life

was like before.

My family and I,

we must seem

ordinary to you.

I get the impression you are

used to a more exciting life.

- You and your family

are very lucky, Irena.

- You lost someone,

didn't you?

I can see it sometimes

in your eyes.

And I am glad

I could give you

a moment of ordinary.

Maybe, sometime,

we could share another?

♪♪♪

- I'd like that.

Hmm...

- So clumsy.

- Thank you.

- I got your message. We need

to keep this quick.

- You brought the map?

The code word for oil

is "wood by-products."

I know which trains

are carrying it.

Based on their routes, there are

two possible locations that

could be refineries.

Here, in Czarna,

and one here--

- In Ryba?

- Ryba hasn't shipped

oil recently.

Odds are Operation Marigold

must be Czarna.

- I don't think so.

- You got something

from Schmidt?

- No, he's paranoid.

But he's not as good

at covering his tracks

as he thinks he is.

His personal security detail

takes him in a different car

each day, but he forgets

about the vehicle logs.

Based on mileage

and gasoline,

he's going about 50km

round trip.

- So it has to be Ryba.

That must be Marigold.

For Sinclair?

- It needs to be today.

- Frau Bauer?

- Herr Obergruppenfuhrer.

You startled me.

- What are you doing here

on a Sunday?

- You probably heard,

our secretarial pool is...

indisposed.

So much work

to be done.

And since I don't know

a soul in Pruszko yet,

I didn't have any plans.

♪♪♪

- And I thought I was

the only one working.

What a pleasant surprise

to have company.

- We have the go-ahead

to scout Ryba this afternoon.

- I'll tell the rookies.

- David and Peter

are going to Czarna.

- Why?

- To sabotage it.

- By themselves? The lads

haven't been in Poland a day.

- It's what we train for.

- I'll go with them to make sure

they don't get confused,

blow up a sewage plant.

- Sinclair wants you and me

on Marigold. It's the priority.

- You'll be in and out under the

radar. Janowski can cover you.

- These are Sinclair's orders.

- They're at more risk

than doing a "reckie."

Sinclair isn't in the field;

he doesn't see what we see.

I'm going with them.

♪♪♪

Ladies, come on.

Time to move.

Chop, chop.

Not bad.

- It's not our first dance.

- It is on this stage.

- The place is pretty

jumping for a Sunday.

- Yeah, the Boche

need oil badly.

Let's go.

- This is a refinery?

- Not anymore.

- You sure this is

the place?

- Schmidt's been

coming every day.

- They don't look

like regular guards.

- Schmidt's men are RSD,

Hitler's private security.

This is the place.

- It's not enough to destroy

the reserve. We need

to stop them making more.

These blow,

the oil ignites. Got it?

- The timers give us

three minutes, more or less.

- "More or less"?

- Go ahead,

I'll do it.

Go on! Go!

- I've explained this before!

The quality of the coal

is immaterial for this test. Do

you know how far behind we are?

Get Gruber's help.

Out. Gruber was freed.

Keppler! Yes, yes.

Keppler, yes.

He knows

what he's doing.

- Something to soften the blow

of working on our day off.

- Mmm.

- I must admit

that I, uh,

was a bit distracted

before you arrived.

- Nothing to be

concerned about, I hope?

- There is always something.

Spending time with my daughter,

worrying as fathers do.

It's been a difficult

year for her.

- I must stop myself

from trying to fix

everything at once.

It's hard not being able

to keep someone you love

in your pocket.

- Sometimes, maybe you have

to push them away...

...let them stand

on their own

to make them stronger.

- If only it were

as simple as tinkering

with octane levels.

- Or as enjoyable.

- Helene...

- Yes?

- I'm hosting a party

at my country home.

Sabine will be there, of course.

And I would be very pleased

if you could

come as well.

- I wouldn't miss it.

- Herr Obergruppenfuhrer!

There's been an explosion

at the Czarna refinery.

- I'm sorry, I must handle

this matter personally.

- Of course.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Let's go! Move! Move!

- Get them out!

- Evacuation protocol!

Dismantle the whole thing!

- It's crucial we finish!

- We must follow protocol!

Quickly, please!

- He's behind as it is.

It's ridiculous.

- Operation Marigold

isn't about a refinery.

It's about him.

♪♪♪

- In and out, Petey.

- Stop! Halt!

- You, on your feet!

Get up! Let's go!

- Take them alive

for questioning.

- Go! Go! Move it!

- Drop your weapon!

Ugh!

- Go! Now!

-:

We've got to go now!

♪♪♪

- Frau Bauer?

You're working today?

- Yes. A few

unforgiving deadlines.

I had a question

for one of them.

- Uh, they are gone.

Is that for me?

- There's a fresh pot upstairs.

You can help yourself.

- Faber had the shot. He could

have taken me in just as easy.

- This isn't your fault.

- Can't leave Peter and David.

- Sir! David and Peter have been

captured at the Czarna refinery.

Alfred and Neil are proposing

we contact Faber--

- Stand down.

- Sir?

- Order them to stand down.

- They'll be interrogated.

- They've been trained for it.

- Sir, we have a man on the

inside now. If there's a chance,

we have--

- STAND DOWN, Sergeant.

- I intercepted their radio

transmissions. When I discovered

their sabotage plans,

I followed them to the refinery

and caught them mid-act.

- And how is this

progressing?

- Nothing yet,

Herr Obergruppenfuhrer.

- Your job is only

half done, Franz.

I need to know

what they know,

and what they were here for.

- Get them up.

It's time for a more

direct approach.

Get out!

You've proven you can take

a beating; there's no need

to waste any more time.

This man, your friend;

talk or he dies.

Pain is easy,

getting wounded is easy,

but pulling the trigger

on someone close to you,

one of your own? Huh?

- Sometimes, you have

to kill someone you know.

Have to.

- We had two orders--

- No!

- First was destroy as many

refineries in Poland.

- Look at me!

- And then head north to set up

support networks and posts.

- Where?

- Along the Baltic Sea.

- Why there?

- Preparations

for an Allied landing

in Norway.

- They haven't moved them. That

means there's still a chance.

- I can get you at least 10 men.

- We'll go at dusk.

They won't be expecting us

to come back so soon.

-: Stand down.

- What?

- Orders from Camp X.

Stand down.

- That can't be right.

We're supposed

to just let them die?!

- It's Sinclair's orders.

- Impressive.

Watching you work.

It's a load off

my mind.

The Allies

have no idea.

- No, no, no, no, no!

Please don't!

- Thank you, Franz.

- Sir, I did my duty

as a soldier,

but as a person, as a human,

I can't believe you refused

to even try to save

those agents. You know exactly

what will happen to those boys.

- And I won't risk more men

dying trying to save them.

- That would have been me

if you hadn't held me back!

You knew.

You refused to send me

to Poland because you knew

they were going to die.

Peter and David

from the others?

You knew they would be captured.

- Yes.

The Germans found out

there were two Allied spies.

Faber had to show due diligence

and I had to protect

Aurora's team.

- You sent them to die.

- Faber and I had to sacrifice

two discard agents--

- "Discard"?!

They were people, sir!

- Do you think

that I don't know that?

I thought

that if I didn't

send you into the field,

you wouldn't die.

If I kept you close,

I could keep you safe.

But that is not

my decision to make.

- You signed

the transfer request.

- Transfer if you need to,

Krystina, I understand.

Or you can stay,

take the next flight

into the field. I won't...

I won't hold you back.

- The intelligence

has been sent to Berlin.

It lines up with the whispering

they've been hearing

from Oslo, Bergen.

When the Allies

make their move,

our U-boats

will be waiting.

- What about the damage

to your refinery?

- A month's worth

of repair.

The important thing was

protecting Operation Marigold.

- How am I to do that

without knowing

what Marigold is,

Herr Obergruppenfuhrer?

Yesterday, I had to follow

the spies to their plan.

- Professor Harald Voigt.

An engineer.

He is working

on a formula to increase

the production of synthetic oil.

- I thought it wasn't viable.

Too expensive.

- Not with Voigt's process.

All he needs is coal,

which Germany

has in abundance.

We won't have

to waste resources

fighting for oil

on foreign lands.

It will be cheap and plentiful,

right here in the Reich.

- That's outstanding news,

Herr Obergruppenfuhrer.

I now understand the level

of your precautions.

- Voigt is very close.

He works almost

in complete solitude.

The few colleagues he entrusts

only know a fragment

of the full picture,

and no copies exist

on paper of his work.

- That sounds foolproof.

- Our tanks,

our planes,

they're dying of thirst.

Full conversion to synthetic oil

by winter changes everything.

It is our most certain step

towards victory.

-: Here we are.

I have them here. So this is...

- What's all the excitement?

- We are moving forward with

our Germanization campaign.

I wanted to wait until our

security issue was dealt with.

- You found

the leak, then?

- I questioned the Jews.

They were uncommunicative.

But I'm confident the problem

has been dealt with.

I had them executed

yesterday afternoon.

Don't worry.

We won't be

short-staffed for long.

Plenty of good German workers

arrive soon.

And just in time.

I had to wait ages

to get approval from Goetschl

for my campaign.

Ego the size of a barn,

sense of a mule.

But protocol is protocol.

- That must have been

so frustrating.

To feel so powerless.

- You have no idea.

But finally,

we can begin tomorrow.

There are several towns

to be resettled.

- Which ones?

- Only Goetschl

and myself can know.

I find t's best to keep

these operations quick

and quiet.

First, we pre-categorize

the current occupants

of the town.

Anyone with Nordic

or Phalian traits

can be Germanized

and may remain.

The soldiers then come in

to clean out the rest.

- "Clean"?

- Like I said,

it's best to resolve

these things quickly.

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- I need to talk to you.

-: Not now.

- These were hidden

in a dress I was repairing.

There were bullet holes.

This is what you were talking

about the other day, wasn't it?

I joined the Women's

League to help.

I thought I was helping,

but it's everywhere, isn't it?

Even in the needlework.

- You wanted the truth?

This is the truth.

- I want to help.

With your plan, whatever it was,

with the laundry cart.

- It's too late.

They're dead.

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♪♪♪

- I wasn't sure you'd come.

Schmidt knew of two Allied spies

here working with Resistance.

- How?

- Stroik. I had

to convince him

the spies had been dealt with.

For your safety and mine.

- How could that

be the only way?!

- Ask your colonel.

He fed them false information,

knowing they would be captured,

to reassure Schmidt

there was no threat.

- The coded messages

I sent for you?

This is what you two

were planning?

Who is Professor Voigt?

I saw him in the lab at Ryba.

- He's a chemical engineer.

Operation Marigold

is his initiative.

He's going to flood Germany

with synthetic oil

and win the war by springtime,

thanks to a formula in his head

that is shared with no one.

- So, if something happened

to Voigt...

- It's not that easy.

After yesterday, Schmidt moved

him to a secure location.

He trusts me now,

but not with that information.

He's the only one

who knows where the man is.

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- Will you sit with me?

I was wrong. I see now

why you do this,

even if it's not safe.

I want to help too.

♪♪♪

- So Voigt's the target.

- And the only way to find him

is through Schmidt.

- He invited me

to a party tomorrow.

- A date?

- Whatever it takes.

- "Whatever it takes."

Sinclair just sent

two men to their death,

and still, "whatever it takes"?

- He sacrificed them to save us.

- It wasn't about us;

it was about the mission!

This time, David

and Peter had to die.

What's to say next time

it won't be one of us?

- This is the job. This is

what we signed up for--

- No, not like that!

Not to go out without

even a fighting chance!

- How did Faber

even reach

Sinclair to set it up

without us knowing?

- By radio.

They have their own code.

Sinclair asked me before he left

to pass messages.

- Jesus!

And you didn't tell us?

- I had no idea what

they were planning.

- Because of a code?

You couldn't use your

giant brain to crack it?!

- It wasn't for me to know!

- Because we don't need to know

when other people are deciding

whether we live or die?!

- Let him go.

Something's come up.

We need a battle plan.

The Nazis are cleaning out

a village tomorrow.

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