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- Previously on X Company...

- "Mobilizing to Dieppe.

Raid's tomorrow at dawn."

- We take advantage

of the distraction

and go after Freya.

- German long-range radar.

- They want us to get inside the

installation, then blow it up.

- That's what

our guerilla army was for.

- Which we don't have anymore.

- If I don't report

back to my cell,

they will deliver anonymous

photographs of your wife

and me to your superiors.

- I saw his fear.

His need to protect her. I'm

saying maybe he'll work with us.

The Germans have an

unbreakable code machine,

and you're gonna walk out

with a chance to break it.

- Any sign of our

reinforcements?

- No one's getting through.

It's a carpet of just... bodies.

- My God.

- There's a guerilla

team in Pour-De-Lys right now

with a critical mission.

If we can get to them

four good men like you,

you could make the difference.

- I'm glad you're here, Alfred.

- Me too.

Aurora.

- You just said my name.

- Yeah.

- I'm storming the castle.

I'm not going to

order you to do the same.

- Ready when you are.

-: Sergeant.

-: It doesn't move

like our radar.

Watch, look how it stops.

It's target-discriminating.

So it finds a ship, plane,

locks on, tracks it.

- What's the plan?

- We've got the grenades.

- The machine guns'll cut us

down before we get close enough.

They can hit us;

we can't hit them.

- What about their rear defense?

- It's too close to the cliff.

- Which is too steep to scale.

- We should have at

least a dozen more men.

- There's none coming, Gordie.

You were on the beach, you saw.

We'll be retreating by now.

- Which is why our window

of opportunity is now.

- Their eyes are facing forward,

focused on the shore.

That won't last long.

- Alright, guys.

Change of plan.

Our chances of getting

the radar intel,

leaving no footprint,

and coming out in one piece

are next to zero.

But right now, that station

is still sending and receiving

information to the

Luftwaffe and the Wehrmacht.

- It tells the Luftwaffe

exactly where to strike.

- Not if we bring it down.

- Exactly. If we can cripple it,

at least we give your brothers

on the beach a shot

at getting away.

What do you say?

- You wanted to know why us four

tried to storm the HQ.

This is why.

Can't stand by. Not after

what we saw down there.

- 'Specially if we got a chance

to save some of our guys.

You tell us what to do.

- OK.

Gregson, you and your boys will

try and draw fire from cover.

We'll flank you.

And then we've got a shot at

using the grenades.

- No.

- No?

- Sorry, fellas. Can

you just give us a minute?

- Sure. Come on.

- You really think you've got

a chance at turning Franz Faber?

- Yes, but--

- Right, then listen.

They're beating us

with codes, with radar?

Our tanks --

they're stuck on that beach

because we didn't know about the

bloody pebbles. We can't fight

what we don't know about.

We need to crack open

German intelligence, right now.

You said he let you go

to protect his wife.

That he was scared.

You had access to the documents

in his safe. That doesn't

look good on him either.

If you and Alfred have a way

to take advantage of Faber,

you have to take it.

You need to go back to Paris.

- We'll work on a plan

after we're done here--

- No. You know the odds.

Two more bodies

is not gonna make or break

what happens here today.

- Listen, if you don't want me

to lead this mission--

- That's not it.

With what you two know,

we can't risk letting that...

- Risk letting that...

go to waste if, if we

don't make it out of here?

- You two have faced Faber

up close and survived.

Who else can say that?

You have the connection.

You're the only two

who could turn him.

- He's right.

- Out of the question.

If this has

any chance of working,

we need all hands on deck. We're

not turning our back on you.

- It's a slaughter.

German defenses weren't even

touched when our men landed.

- Air reconnaissance missed

the German gun positions.

- How?

- They were dug

in on the cliffs.

- And our tanks?

- They were the best.

How were we to know?

They had flamethrowers,

they were designed--

- If we weren't using someone's

holiday snaps as surveillance,

we'd have known that they'd have

NEVER made it up the beach.

- Duncan, the Russians have

been clamoring for some time

for an advance of any

kind on the Western front.

There will be a political,

if not a strategic gain.

- That's not gonna count

for much when the names

of these boys start rolling in.

- Guys? Wait for my signal.

-: Down to two grenades.

- Let's make 'em count.

- On my go.

- Wait!

You see the phone lines?

- What about them?

- On a day like today,

if we cut the phone lines

and they had to switch to radio,

would they encode their

communications?

- In the middle of battle?

I don't see how they could.

It would need to be in

real time to be useful.

- So, theoretically,

if we cut the phone lines,

we could intercept their radio

and read all the communications

coming from the station.

In clear.

- Theoretically.

- Isn't that a lot more valuable

than just destroying

the radar itself?

- Cutting the phone lines versus

tackling a heavily-gunned

station?

- We have more than enough

manpower to do that.

- You know what that means?

- You're going

after Franz Faber.

- Be safe.

- We will.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

-: Take care of yourself.

- Good luck.

Good luck.

- You too, Harry.

- You're knocking it

out of the park.

Just go do it again.

-: Bye.

- So, assuming we can

get him face to face,

why doesn't he just arrest us?

- Because if we don't

come back, our cell releases

incriminating photos of Sabine,

and she'll be shot for treason.

- What photos?

- I told him we had photos

of her fraternizing with me.

- But we don't.

- He doesn't know that.

- You think that's enough?

- If we want an ally

we can trust,

we need to recruit

him on principle.

- So all we have to do

is convince him

he really wants to

betray his own country.

- That's all we have to do.

- The phone line's cut.

- Did they see you?

- Nope.

- Anything?

- No. I'd tell you.

- What about now? Anything now?

- There it is.

- It's not even coded!

- It's bloody working!

- It's unbelievable--

- Shh!

Luftwaffe squadron, they're

getting orders to go after

the retreating boats.

- Bastards.

- Wait, wait. Duppel.

What's Duppel?

- I don't know.

- The planes are deploying

Duppel behind the boats.

- It's chaff.

They're dropping chaff. Flakes

of aluminium. Fools our radar

into thinking there are planes

up there when there's not.

- Why?

- Because...

Luftwaffe have to refuel.

- The mighty Luftwaffe won't--

- Harry! Tell the command centre

the boats need to leave

immediately! Ignore their radar!

- Something's come loose!

Hang on!

- Fast as they can!

Luftwaffe can't chase them

without running out of gas.

- Harry, get those

ships out of here now!

Everyone cover Harry!

- Harry!

- I know! I know!

- Just for that moment I saw,

in his eyes, past

the role he had to play.

- What'd you see?

- He was just a man.

Fragile. Vulnerable.

- Good. That's the man

we have to target.

We've got to find the scrap

of a soul that's left in there

after everything

he's done. What else?

- He loved his child.

He loves his wife.

- Sabine once told me she thinks

the only reason

he joined the party

was to make a good

impression on her father.

- Good. That's good,

if he did it for her.

- And on the train,

she was asking him

really tough questions

about what Germany's doing

and he didn't stand up

and defend them.

- Maybe he never

was a true believer.

- She's forcing him to think

about what his job

has turned him into.

- Someone who has

to shut down who he is

to get the job done.

- Someone's who's

trying to do his duty.

Trying not to feel.

Could you give me a hand?

Do you really

think we can do this?

- There's a chance.

- People surprise you.

- It would change everything.

-: Are you scared?

- No.

- Me neither.

Would it cross the line

for me to ask...

when you said my name,

what did it feel like?

- Something like that.

You ready?

- Yeah. We should go.

- We can't hold out any longer!

- They're not acknowledging!

- Keep trying!

- I'm gonna go on that ridge.

Cover Harry from behind.

- Tom!

- There's no time.

-: Here she comes.

She could be going

to meet Faber.

- Or she could be

trying to make an escape.

- Take the lead.

She doesn't know you.

- Harry?

- Almost!

- Gah!

- Tom!

Ugh. Out of ammo.

- Done! Done!

- Tom!

Tom!

Tom, Tom! Tom, Tom.

Look at me.

Tom, look at me. Tom.

I'm not dragging you around

the countryside again, mate.

Do you hear me? Stay with me,

you Yankee bastard. Hey!

Hey! Tell me what to do.

Tell me what to do!

-: Tom!

Tom!

- We have to go.

We have to go, Harry.

- We can't just leave him.

- No time. OK? We don't have

a choice. We need to go now.

- No, no, we have to bury him.

- We've no time!

The Germans will be on us

any second. If we get caught,

it's a bullet to the head.

Yeah? Come on, start walking.

Harry.

Harry. Harry,

start walking. He's dead.

There's nothing we can do.

- They did it.

The Germans in Pour-de-Lys

are transmitting in clear.

Everyone's started listening.

Our stations in England,

even Bletchley.

And this just came in.

- Well, the Freya station's

communicating with five,

six stations along the coast.

Stations we didn't even

know were there.

- And we can pinpoint what

frequencies they're using.

- Radar can see our

squadrons on the ground

before they even take off.

- We've been pushing London

to invest in radar jammers

for months. THIS

should end the debate.

- And the next time

we attempt a landing,

we'll have a window in.

- Take a look at the last

section. Our boys managed

to catch the Luftwaffe napping

in time to help the retreat.

- You should be

proud of your team.

- I am.

- There she is.

Sabine?

- Sabine. It's

so good to see you.

: It's going

to be fine, alright?

- So we are

"friends" again today?

- Let's not raise our voices.

- Don't you tell me what to do.

- Listen! I'm sorry...

about how you

had to learn the truth.

About your husband's

work. About me.

It must have been a shock,

and that's not how I wanted that

conversation to go. Trust me.

- What are you doing?

- I didn't want to have

to fight you for it.

- Is there a single word out of

your mouth you expect me

to believe?

- No gun.

- Give me my purse.

- Train tickets to Spain?

- Give me those back. Please!

- It's safest for all of us

if we just stay calm.

- Who are you?

- I know your husband.

From his work.

- I've never seen you before.

- I was his prisoner.

- Oh.

What do you want?

- We want you and your

husband to be safe.

- Safe? He said you made threats

about using photographs--

- We need you to walk home with

us, get us past the guard,

and once we're inside, you're

going to telephone your husband.

- Why?

- Because what we have to

propose to the two of you...

it might be the only way to heal

what you've endured together.

- And for you both

to find a way out.

- Do I have a choice?

- Please.

- Franz?

-: Who's there?

- Thank you, Sabine, for not

saying anything to the guard.

- You're "Helene." He's your

friend. There's nothing to say.

I keep my word.

I'll call Franz now

and tell him to come home.

Sit if you like.

Don't touch your gun!

-: Alright.

- Sabine, think carefully about

what you're doing right now.

- Now, both of you,

get out of my house.

- We're going. We're gonna

walk away slowly.

We're going. Slowly.

Do you know who

you're reminding me of?

- Just go.

- Polly Peachum.

- Don't you dare--

- Let's get her on the couch.

Get her gun.

Careful.

- I got her.

- Sabine!

- She's just unconscious.

- She's alright.

We swear.

- Get back! Back! Move!

What have you done?

- I'm sorry.

I had to knock her out,

but it was self-defence.

She was frightened.

She was armed. You had

a chance to shoot me yesterday

on the train. But you didn't,

because you know it's not wise.

So why don't we just

put our weapons down?

Here, this is yours.

Put it down right here.

He knows about the photographs.

About what happens

if we don't make it home.

We're not here to kill him.

We're just here to talk.

- So talk.

- Sabine knows a lot

more now than before.

About the regime you serve.

She'll keep asking questions.

Deserving answers.

There's no turning

back from that now.

- You tell me about all

the nice things she deserves,

but you're ready to frame her

as a traitor and have her shot?

You should make up your mind;

which role are you playing now?

- We'll play whichever--

- Those compromising pictures

of you and Sabine? All they

prove is that I was using her

to infiltrate your cell.

She was pretending to be your

friend. Show them to whoever

you want to.

- You know she'll never play

along with that story.

The two of you will have

a lot to talk about

and if you want to keep her

in your life, Franz...

you're gonna have to find

some answers of your own.

About what you

really believe in.

- Do you know what happened

today to your countrymen?

I believe you picked

the wrong day to try

to make a deal with me.

You don't know the position

I'm in now, what I can do.

- In your position?

What will you do

about the deportations...

...the concentration camps...

- That has

nothing to do with me.

- The systematic murder

of "undesirables."

It has everything

to do with you.

You don't believe in that.

- Or the "Special Institutes"

where they take the children

who don't meet the

standards of the Reich.

- We know about your boy.

- If a loving father

smothers the life

of his own child

to protect him from

something even worse,

what world is this

you're building?

- We're just trying to get home.

We had to leave our boat.

- They sent me to

collect the ID tags.

Only the German dead, they said.

Who will take theirs?

- I'm sorry.

We just want to get home.

- Get off the beach.

As soon as you can.

You don't want to go further.

You don't want to see.

- Harry! Harry!

That's enough! That's enough!

- Get off me!

- Get off! Get off him!

That's enough.

You said we're dead already.

If that's the case,

then what's the point?

What's the point of fighting?

Tom dying, these boys dying

has to mean something.

We have to go on.

-: I can't.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't do this...

- You poured me a cup of water.

Do you remember?

You drank from it yourself.

We're talking about when

your husband and I met.

When I was in prison,

I felt a connection with you

in that cell. I still do.

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- Yes, you do. You remember.

We talked about the

feeling when someone

you love disappears right

out from under your hands.

You knew that feeling.

Like a piece of your soul

is being torn away.

In Terre-du-Fils,

I saw the same look

in your face.

- You were there?

- You turned around.

You were sick after

what you'd done.

Do you know their names?

The men from that village?

Albert Bellerose.

Daniel Deforest.

Gilles Fournier.

- Stop.

- Pierre Sauvage.

Thomas Lefebvre.

- Just stop!

- I can tell you

every one of them.

You knew that what you did,

what's asked of you --

what will keep

being asked of you --

- It has nothing to do with

justice!

- With the kind of future you

want to live in with Sabine!

- Franz, what happened

in Terre-du-Fils?

- A future

where you won't

need secrets between you,

because you'd finally

be on the same side.

- Please, talk to me.

- I had to.

I had to...

execute 68 innocent men.

As a display of

reprisals for the murder of

Generalfeldmarschall Brandt.

- You "had to"?

- I, I had to.

I believed I had to.

- Like you believed you

had to sacrifice your boy

to the power you're serving now.

- What if you didn't?

- Imagine if you didn't.

-: His condition.

His... only imperfection

was that he could only

feel one thing at a time.

Love.

Sadness. Fear.

He felt it so deep.

Everything was

"scared" or "angry."

All I had to do was pick him up

and show him something joyful.

He would change in an instant.

If they had taken him,

and he would've been scared,

I couldn't be there

to fix it for him.

- You know why we're here.

- You're on the

wrong side, Franz.

- You can still make it right.

For Ulli.

- You know by heart

what this looks like --

when I pull the trigger,

what will happen.

:

You think you know me.

- Don't say that.

- You will never

contact me or

my wife again. Never.

You will leave us in peace.

If not, she will be found.

And I will make sure

you will watch.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

♪♪♪

- Welcome back.

You get Faber?

Uh, pour you a drink?

- What happened?

- You'd have been proud.

You'd have been so proud.

- Sir, do you have a minute?

- Yes.

- A special courier

from Paris just came in

with a letter from Tom.

- From Tom?

- To me.

Neil found it. He sent it on.

- I didn't know you and Tom...

- Corresponded?

Um, I wanted to read this

to you.

Here.

"Being here, with them,

"and what we're about to do,

"I'm glad I'm here.

"I wasn't sure before, but I've

been learning to trust my gut.

And this feels right."

I thought he'd want you to know.

Don't blame yourself.

No regrets.

- Thank you.

Is there...

something else?

- Yeah.

: "Funny

thing, to just trust your gut.

"You feel free.

"I've got more thoughts

on the subject.

"On what feels right.

"But maybe that should wait

till I can tell you in person.

: Maybe."

That's it. He ran out of time.

- I'm so... I'm so sorry,

Krystina.

- No, just give me

something to do.

Right now, I just

need something to do.

- His parents are in Manhattan.

I'd like it if it were

you who told them.

- I can do that.

- The usual...

nothing specific.

- Of course.

Thank you.

- Any luck?

- Not much to be had.

- Tin of meat. Black

market's running dry.

- We'll find something on the

road.

- Where are we heading?

- We're gonna leave the city.

Move east. Wait for orders.

-: Were you followed?

- No.

- How did you find us?

Why are you here?

- Albert Bellerose.

Daniel Deforest.

Gilles Fournier.

Ulli Faber.

I'm here for them.

I'm here for my son.

Tell me what it is

you want me to do.