All language subtitles for Secret Army S3E12 - Bridgehead

Monique.
-Natalie.

What the hell's going on down there?

We're not interfering.
-We'll go down and look. Hurst.

My God.

She's not a collaborator.

Shave her. Shave her.

That's enough! Do you hear me?
That's enough!

Alright Sergeant, give them a burst.
Well, you heard me. Over their heads.

Now release those women.

They're collaborators.
They worked with the Germans.

If they have committed any crime,
then the authorities will deal with them.

But what you are doing is inhuman.
You're acting like savages.

Now let them out. -They're whores,
all of them. Whores and traitors.

That's right. It's the Germans
you're supposed to be fighting. Not us.

You heard what I said.
Let them go.

Get them out of here.

Right, now disperse, all of you. Now!

Sergeant. Now, move!

You! Move!

Come on, you're safe now.

Thank you.
-Where are you making for?

Rue Theresianen,
-Hop on.

Van Broeken.

You're here then. -Yes.

And it looks like I'll be stuck
in Holland for a good while longer.

Still got no fuel?
-Not for barges.

Never mind the Germans are short too. So
that's good news, isn't it? -I suppose so.

Come on Van Broeken, smile.
In a couple of weeks

the British will be topping
your tanks up for you.

How are you off for sugar?

How are you off for soap?

Wait here, I won't be a minute.

What's the matter, Van Broeken.
Can't you find it?

Do you want me to come down to help?

Don't be so impatient. I'm coming.

Stay there.
And don't make another sound.

Want something with it?
-A little one.

Any news of Monique?
-No, no, there's no trace of her anywhere.

But you've been out looking yourself?
-Oh yes, every free moment I have.

Not that I've got many free
moments recently, what with running

this place and spending all that
time on endless identity parades.

Albert, aren't you worried about her?
-Of course I am.

Does your neck bother you?
Any after effects?

Well, I don't sleep.
I can't. I lie awake -- waiting --

and thinking that if you and Natalie
hadn't turned up when you had...

Is Natalie, alright? -Yes, as far as
I know. I haven't seen her for three days.

Yeah, but she's out getting
a lead on Monique. -Yes, I imagine so.

If anyone can find her Natalie will.
Always very close those...

What I meant was, Albert.
She's got the time to look now, hasn't she?

We're not open until this evening.

Yes, I do realize that.
I'm not here as a customer.

Monsieur Foiret?
-Yes.

Colonel Northwood.
Can you spare me a moment?

Who?
-Colonel Northwood. British Intelligence.

Just a minute.

Colonel. Come in, please.
-Thank you.

Would you like to sit here, Sir?
-Thank you.

Well, can I get you some coffee?

That's very good of you,
but some other time perhaps.

I have an appointment with
headquarters in half an hour.

Actually, I was going to ring you
from there and ask you to call on me,

but since we're in the district
and you must be a very busy man...

Oh Alain, would you mind please?
-Oh, right.

I won't be long.

Well, what can I do for you, Colonel?
-Not a thing actually. Nothing.

London asked me to make contact
with you to give you this. Lieutenant.

What is it?

It's a full assignment of London's
60% interest in the Candide to yourself

in recognition of your services
to Lifeline. It was agreed I understand.

Uh, yes, yes, that was the
understanding but... I didn't expect...

That we'd keep our side of the bargain?
-No. No, of course not. No.

I just didn't expect
it all to be settled quite so quickly.

Ah, yes, well London's anxious to tie
up all loose ends as quickly as possible.

So if you would just care to
glance through the transfer document.

Yes. Yes, of course.

I was sorry to hear about your...
-Oh, you know about that?

Ah yes. Yes, yes.

Monsieur, there's really no need
to study it quite so carefully.

Yes, but I do want to...

Yes, yes of course. But I do assure you
everything is quite, quite as it should be.

I'm sure it is. -Splendid.
Well, we just have to sign both copies.

I don't have a pen, I'm afraid. Thank you.

Where would do you want me to sign?

Tanner, you'll witness please.

No, no, this one's for you.
-Oh, thank you.

Well, congratulations, Monsieur.
Charming place.

Not only an excellent cover,
but a first class investment I'd say.

And now you're the sole owner, Monsieur.
It's all yours.

Right, well, jolly good luck.
Every success. Once again, our thanks.

Thank you very much, Colonel. Lieutenant.

Perhaps you gentlemen
would like to drop in one night

for a meal,
as my guests of course.

That's very kind of you.
May well take you up on that.

You have some of the
best food in Brussels I'm told.

Clearly the Germans
were of the same opinion.

Difficult, dangerous years, Monsieur.

You must be very glad
they're all behind you now.

The war is not over yet, Colonel.

Well, it is, as far as you're
concerned, actively, anyway.

Is there nothing I can do? I mean after
all this time I feel quite useless.

We all do, all of us in Lifeline. -You've
done quite enough. More than enough.

In any case, I'm told you are being
very helpful in identifying

possible war criminals.

I do what I can.

Must be very frustrating for you.

Most of the really big fish
seem to slipped through the net.

Well, don't worry. We'll haul them
all in eventually. You can rely on that.

Wherever they are.

Two guards, six prisoners.

Right.

It's mine, Alain.
It's all mine.

Well, you're alright then.
-We're all alright, Alain.

There's lots of Lifeline funds we haven't
used yet. They've written them off.

We can share them all out,
equally, five ways.

We've come through, Alain. We've survived.

How is she?

Well, she needs rest, after that a good
meal and then she should be alright. -Good.

Are you OK? -Yes.

It isn't true, what those people
said about her, you know.

She isn't a collaborator.

She worked for Lifeline. We both did.
-Lifeline?

Well, we got Allied airmen down
the escape routes and back to England.

Dangerous business. -Yes.

What's her name? Monique. Monique Duchamps.

Why do you want to know?
-Oh, no special reason.

Are you staying? -Yes, for a while anyway.
And then I must get back to work.

Right, well, I'll be on my way then.
-Goodbye, Captain. -Goodbye.

I hope that, doing what you did for us,
that no one makes any trouble for you.

Oh, I doubt it.

In any case, a complaint
would have to go through channels and

what with all the red tape involved,

by the time anyone
got around to dealing with it,

I should think the war will be over.

Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

When did you last eat?
-Day before yesterday. Some raw carrots.

What's your name?
-Otto Kaufman. -Yours? -Werner Goetz.

How old are you?
-Sixteen and a half.

And you?
-Seventeen.

How long have you been in the army?

Nine weeks. We were both
conscripted at the same time.

Nine weeks! and they put you
on the front line! -Months ago.

Where were you when you made a run for it?

We'd been under
bombardment for four days and nights,

but then our our lot were pulled back.

We were going to be
part of a new defense line.

Only the convoy we were in
was strafed by the RAF.

There were a lot of casualties.
-We couldn't take any more. We just quit.

We hid in a barn for a couple of days,
hoping the English would come.

We were sure they were.

It didn't look like anything
was going to stop them

but they didn't, so,

we couldn't stay, we daren't.
We started walking.

Making for where? -Home.

You were taking a terrible risk.

We traveled
mostly at night, across country.

Even so.

We've got this far, haven't we?

In how long?
-Just over a week.

What part of Germany do you come from?

Schwartzwald. We both come
from the same village. Elzach.

Near Triberg.
-You know it?

Yes, I know it.

Well, you've got a long way to go ahead
of you. And if you make it, what then?

We'll hide up in the forest.
There are places we know.

Then we'll wait until it's all over.

The way things
are going here, that can't be too long.

You are crazy. You haven't
got a chance of getting to Elzach.

You have been lucky up to now,
but don't push it any further.

Better you should stay here. -Here?

Yes, this canal is out of the way.
A sort of backwater.

Just keep out of sight and
wait for the British. That's your best bet.

Alright, so you will end up in a POW camp.

But that's better than
being shot as deserters.

I'll bring you down some blankets.

But what about you?

What if the Feldpolizei,
the SS find us here?

You could be shot.
-Yes, I could.

So that makes three of us
will be praying they don't.

But why?
Why should you put yourself at risk for us?

You're a Hollander. You've got good reason
to hate everything German. -True.

Maybe I have just run out of hate.

Your name, rank, number and unit.

Niemann Franz. Leutenant.
772740. Twelfth artillery, Herr Oberst.

Where were you taken prisoner?

Groenendaal, Herr Oberst. We were out
of ammunition and our position was overrun.

Thank you Leutenant.

Next.

Your name, rank, number and unit.

Spitzweg Franz. Major. 618924.
Fifteenth artillery, Herr Oberst.

Carry on, Scheer.

Where were you captured?
-Near Oostmalle.

Oberst, this man is not Major Spitzweg.
I know Franz Spitzweg well.

I was seconded to the
15th Artillery Regiment

for two years as Luftwaffe liaison officer.

Thank you, Major Scheer.
I appreciate your concern.

I am however, already aware
that this officer is an impostor.

In fact, this gentleman
and I have met before.

For the benefit of Major Scheer, you
will please identify yourself correctly.

I am SS Standartenfuhrer
Ludwig Kessler.

Commanding officer of the SS and
Gestapo in Belgium and the Low Countries.

And Major Spitzweg?
-Is dead.

No German officer would assume the
identity of another without good reason,

and I am convinced that
there can be no doubt that

SS Standartenfuhrer Kessler
has more reason

than most for doing so.
-Sir, I must remind you...

I will remind you, that in the Wehrmacht,
politics are not our concern.

They are, however,
the concern of our enemies. Greatly so.

Germany is at risk because of that.

Therefore, I wish to make it quite clear

that there are no Nazis
in this prison camp.

Only German officers
loyal to the Fatherland.

Fallout, Major.

Next.

Natalie. Where the hell have you been?
-I found Monique. -Where?

The good citizens of Brussels had her in a
cage and were going to shave off her hair.

Is she alright?
-She is now.

Well, where is she?

What do you mean she's not coming back?
-Just that Albert.

I'm taking some of her things. She's not
coming back to you, or to the Candide.

Why not?
-You honestly don't know, do you?

No, I don't understand it. -Just as you
never understood Monique, not really.

Well, how can you say that?
That's ridiculous.

It's this, this terrible experience
she's been through.

Where is she?
-She's staying in my flat.

I'll go round and see her. I'll talk
to her. -She doesn't want to see you.

Nevertheless, I'll go. Tomorrow.

Well, if you're so determined,
Albert, why don't you go tonight?

I can't get away tonight.
You've seen how it is. We're packed out.

Of course, that was
a stupid question, forgive me.

Business comes first,
doesn't it, Albert? It always has.

If we weren't so short
staffed, it would be different.

Would it?

Yes, of course it would.
You know it would.

I can't just leave now.

No, I'll go tomorrow. It's better anyway.
Give her chance to think things over.

Tonight might just make a difference.
Tomorrow will be too late.

I should forget about it if I were you,
Albert. She won't change her mind anyway.

Well, we'll see.

Leave her in peace, Albert.
That's what she really wants,

to be left alone.

For now.

I'll go upstairs and change.

Good morning.

Don't you remember me?

Well, may I come in?

Thank you.
My name is Steven Durnford.

Well, I thought I'd call by
and see how you are.

That's very kind of you, Captain, but
you needn't have worried. I'm alright now.

Good. Oh, these are for you.
-Why?

Well, it seemed like a good idea.
I thought you'd like them.

Yes, they're very nice, thank you.
Would you like to come through? -Yes.

Well, I hoped that if you
weren't doing anything tonight,

they might help persuade you to have...

Captain!

I'm grateful to you. Very grateful
for what you did for me yesterday.

But there were things said in that
square about me that are not true.

So if you've come here...

Now, wait a minute.
You've got the wrong idea.

I know who you are
and what you are, or were, anyway.

Your name is Monique Duchamps
and you work with Lifeline.

Who told you?
-Your friend. -Natalie?

If that's the name.
The girl that was with you.

And I checked with a
chap I know. So, if you think

I've come here because
I'm looking for a free...

Then you're mistaken.
-I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

Stephen Durnford.
-Monique Duchamps.

They are lovely.
I'll go and put them in some water.

Ah, very nice,
but have they done the trick,

and persuaded you to have
dinner with me tonight?

Oh, that's very kind of you, Captain,
and I'm flattered, but I --

but I don't feel
much like going anywhere, and --

I certainly don't want to be where
there are any crowds at the moment.

Yes, of course.
I understand.

Thank you.

Can you cook?

I'll tell you what, I'll bring some
food over, and we'll cook dinner here.

Nice meal, a couple of bottles of wine,
and no crowds. What do you say?

Around seven?

Seven thirty.

Thank you, madame.

Colonel Northwood.
-Thank you so much.

Colonel. I'm very glad you could join us.
I hope everything's to your satisfaction.

Jolly good, so far. -Thank you.

Well?
-Well, what?

What did she say?
-I didn't see her.

You said you would.
-Yes, I know what I said.

I decided against it.
Monique will come back here.

We'll see, in her own good time.

This is where she belongs,
with me. She knows that.

Well, where have you been then?

To see Jacques Claire
about the new ovens for the kitchen.

It looks as though we're going
to have another good night.

Oh yes, Albert. The money is rolling in.

So why aren't you smiling?

Natalie. -Yes?

The officer who rescued Monique,
what rank was he?

A Captain. Why? -Oh, I was just
wondering, if I can trace him

I think I might invite him here
to dinner. Gesture of my appreciation.

That's a nice idea, Albert. Not good
business, is it? giving anything away.

More coffee? -No thanks.
-Where did you get it? -Aha.

Real coffee. I suppose
you're used to it, aren't you?

Well, I'm not. I'm going to spoil myself.

One of my favourites.
-Me too.

That was a lovely meal.
And you certainly can cook.

It was easy with the things you brought.
I haven't tasted food like that for years.

We couldn't even get it
on the black market.

You know, that was a hell
of an achievement. -What?

Over 800 men sent down the line
by your group alone. -You think so? -Yes.

So did I once, but now I'm not sure.
-Oh come on Monique, be sure. I'm proud.

Those men helped us to win. That's the
only important thing in any war, to win.

You're right.
Of course you're right.

Anyway, how do you
know how many we got out?

I told you I talked to a
friend of mine in Intelligence.

He knows a lot about Lifeline.

Obviously.

And about you.
-Me? What did he tell you about me?

For example,
he told me you've got nice legs.

But he told me how you operated
and the names of the people in your group.

Natalie, for instance, and --

Albert Foiret.
-What did he tell you?

He told me he was the leader of your
group and that you and he were very close.

Is he wrong?
-No, he's right.

Albert was the leader of Lifeline.

I lived with him for many years.
I was his mistress.

Was?
-Yes, was, past tense.

So, you can tell your
friend his information

is a little out of date, can't you?

Yes, I'll do that.

Who's this?

Hans van Broeken. Nice man.
Worked with Lifeline once or twice.

Bargee?
-Natalie is worried about him. We all are.

Why?
-He's German.

What! -A deserter. First World War.

He became a bargee. Then he
managed to get Dutch citizenship.

He hates war and killing.

Well, where is he now?
-Holland somewhere. We haven't heard

from him for weeks. -I see.

He's married to Natalie's aunt.
-Well, what's happened to her?

One of Kessler's accidents.
Want some more brandy?

No thanks. No.
-Cigarette?

Oh no, no, no. No, as a matter
of fact, I really ought to be going.

I've got to get up
early tomorrow morning. Duty Officer.

I'm sorry,
I mean I'm sorry you've got to go.

Thanks for the meal Monique,
and, well, everything. -Thank you.

I really enjoyed tonight.
-Me too.

Are you going to be staying
in Brussels for long? -For a while anyway.

Garrison duty.

Which means
I shall be able to see you again,

please.

How much longer
are they going to keep us in this place?

This is a holding camp.
You have only been here a few days.

I shall feel better
if I am in a regular prison of war camp.

Yes, I can understand your concern.

Be grateful you are in the
hands of the Canadians.

Their discipline's excellent,
but their screening procedures

lack coordination with their allies.

That small deficiency
could save your neck, Kessler.

Herr Oberst,
I appreciate your cooperation

regarding my assumed
identity as Spitzweg.

I think it prudent to maintain the fiction

for as long as it may be necessary.

It is for the best.
-The best for you without a doubt.

The best for what is left of Germany?
I doubt it.

We must maintain
a united front against the Allies.

I reached that decision,

but only with reluctance
and hold onto it without enthusiasm.

You are not
the only SS officer in this prison camp,

as I know you are aware. I have watched
you assiduously avoid them.

I find it amusing -- and disgusting.

I do not know these officers personally.

And you will make damn sure
they do not contaminate you

in your Blutbrüderschaft. The blood
would seem to run rather thin.

I don't like your kind Kessler.
I never have.

You are scum.
The whole National Socialist

movement is scum,

but no one is going
to point to the German

military and say that we
stabbed you in the back.

When we rise from the ashes once more,

as we assuredly will,

you may be very glad
you made this gesture,

Oberst von Schalk,
for whatever sentiments.

If I could believe for one moment,
that history would repeat itself,

and that the Nazi sickness
would rise again in my country,

I would shoot you myself, Kessler.
Have no doubt about that.

May I speak with you, Standarten --
Major. There is something I have to know.

Something that has been
troubling me since the day you arrived.

What is it?
-Exactly how did Franz Spitzweg die?

Usefully, as every German should.

Hans, look.

This is it. The waiting is over.

All you have to do now
is give yourselves up.

Maybe we'd better
let them settle in first.

I doubt if they will be
taking many prisoners yet.

Chocolate?

One for you. And one for you.

And one for you, Mr. Monkey.

That was a nice thing to do.

I'm a very nice person.
Didn't you know that?

I'm not arguing.
I was worried your regiment might move out

the way things are going in Holland.

It seems my Lords and Masters think
they can finish the war off without me.

As long as you're safe here in Brussels.
That's all that really matters to me.

Do you really mean that?
-Yes, I do.

Well, it's funny, but -- I er...

Shall we go?
-Yes.

Take care of the stragglers.

Come on. Move. Move. Move.

Come on.

Is this barge in working order?

Yes, but I have no fuel.
I haven't had any for weeks.

Damn and blast. Right, come on.

Lieutenant, there are
two German soldiers in the hold.

They are not armed.
They surrendered to me a few days ago.

They want to turn themselves over to you.
Shall I bring them out?

You must be joking. This whole Arnhem
operation has been one giant cock up.

We're pulling out,
what's left of us. If we can.

The Germans are only
a mile or so behind us,

so the last thing I need now are prisoners.

What shall I do with them then?

Well, you'd better use
your imagination, hadn't you.

Have you got a gun?

No, they are prisoners of war.
I will not permit it.

Then you're stuck with them, old chap.
It's as simple as that.

Albert, we're out of wine again.
I need the key to the stores.

It's a bit late for you, isn't it?
-Sorry, I want a word with Natalie.

Is there anything wrong?
-I don't know.

Natalie, you remember that
big airborne thing in Holland?

There's a rumor
it's not going so well.

Fighting is pretty heavy.
British are surrounded.

The point is, I know where it is now.
-Where is it? -It's at Arnhem.

Arnhem, that's where Uncle Hans is.
Albert, we must do something.

Well, if they're surrounded,
he's got to be cut off as well.

I mean, we couldn't get in.

Well, he'll come through alright.

He knows how to look after himself.
He won't take unnecessary risks.

I love Uncle Hans, Albert.
Try to do something, please.

Is it possible
to put a call through to Holland, please?

No civilian calls.
I see, right. Just hang on please.

Any chance of getting in touch with Dirk?

Could you get me Maaseik 292833, please?

What about your mother?

She should be alright. She's
staying with her brother in The Hague.

Dirk? Albert Foiret. Do you know
what's happening around Arnhem?

Is it possible to get in?

Oh, I see. Alright.

Yes. Yes, it's one of our people.

No, it's alright. There's nothing
you can `do. Thank you. Goodbye, Dirk.

I'm sorry.

Look, Natalie. There's no reason
to assume Hans is in any danger.

He's stopped helping evaders.
What is there to fear?

Good news. They are moving all undamaged
barges up the Rhine into Germany.

How far? As far as Cologne?

I don't know possibly.
But well inside the border anyway.

I have an uncle who has
a farm not far from there.

He's a good man. He'll look after us.

I'll get you as close to there as I can.
The fuel is being loaded.

Meanwhile don't move a muscle.
And for God's sake, keep quiet.

Your papers.

We are looking for any
British stragglers hiding in this area.

The last ones I saw, Hauptmann
were heading in that direction,

and that was two days ago.

And you haven't spotted any strangers
anywhere around, since? -No.

And of course,
you'd tell me if you had Dutchman?

What I have said is the truth.
There's only me on board

and I'm getting ready to shove off.

You have got my sailing orders.
Top priority.

Well, we won't hold you up.

You haven't taken your fuel on yet,
have you? -No, but...

Search the barge.

Up.

And what have we got here?

Stand still.

Does Albert know about this?

How is he taking it?
-He doesn't believe it.

Doesn't believe what? -That Stephen's
fallen in love with Monique.

Has he? Well, if you say so.
I don't know ...

What about Monique?
Does she feel the same?

I don't know.

Hey, come on you two.

Move on. Move on.

Come on, Captain.

Unit? -12th Infantry, Sir.

You find this amusing, meneer?

Sheltering German soldiers, yes.
Private joke, Herr Hauptmann.

They are not German soldiers.

They are deserters.

What were you thinking?
-How much I love you.

You know I do love you?

Yes, I know you do.

Will you marry me?

Well, will you?

Yes.