All language subtitles for Wish.Me.Luck.S01E07.DVDRip.XviD.SPRiNTER

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[theme music]

Name?

MATTY FIRMAN: Marion LaFarge.

Nationality?

French.

GUARD 1: Place of birth?

Dunkirk.

GUARD 1: Date?

June the 11th, 1920.

GUARD 1: Married or single?

Single.

GUARD 1: Religion

Roman Catholic?

GUARD 1: Occupation

I sell cosmetics.

[speaking german] You
could use some yourself.

Right, strip.

Then face the wall,
arms above your head.

[inaudible], you heard.

Take off your clothes.

Liz?

Liz, about last night.

There's no point
in discussing it.

I'm sorry I blew
my top, but it's not

every day you find
out your wife's

been working as a secret agent.
- I suppose not.

I still can't believe it.

It'd be different if you were
one of those hard, bitten women

in the acts.

In Cairo, I used to picture
you here, safe and secure

with your mother and Vicky.

Hell, it was what
I was fighting for.

Or would have been,
given the chance.

I shall never understand
why you did it.

You talk about it as if it
was something to be ashamed of.

I mean, if I was one
of your male cronies,

you'd say what guts I had.

But you're not a man,
for crying out loud.

You're a wife and a mother.

And that prevents
me serving my country?

Let's not talk
about it anymore.

It's all over now.

Yes, for me.

[groaning]

Silence.

Don't make yourself
too comfortable.

You'll soon be wanted
for interrogation.

And while that's going
on, they want our lot to cut

off the electric power supply.

That means blowing up this
distribution point here,

these two pylons, and the
underground cable which

extends along the railway line.

It's a tall older.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

That's what we're there for.

Has Kit got enough
chaps for the job?

Hm, plenty of volunteers
in the local resistance.

So long as they're
reliable-- not

a load of hotheads and commies.

JAMES CADOGAN: Some of their
best people are communists.

Hm.

JAMES CADOGAN: We're all
fighting the same enemy, Gil.

For the time being.

I'm only interested
in the time being.

Kit's got the training
sessions well underway.

The only thing that's holding
up now is lack of ammunition.

And that should
be rectified soon.

JAMES CADOGAN: I've got a plane
standing by for Wednesday.

You've really got them moving.

Ah, Area Three's
become top priority.

I must arrange some
extra skirts for Aimee.

We'll be keeping her
busier than ever now.

[speaking german]

So we meet again,
Mam'selle LaPlan.

But now I see you
are Marion LaFarge.

And that you have changed
your profession as well

as your name and appearance.

What a versatile young lady.

What is your real name?

Marion LaFarge, you
have my identity card.

Yes, a very competent forgery.

They're improving, huh?

Your real name?

I'm not telling you.

Very well-- then for the
moment, I shall call you Aimee,

since that is your code name.

Call me what you like.

Cigarette?

They're English.

Oh, what the hell?

No, no, no, no.

That eye must be painful.

I'll survive.

I hope so.

My men would not have hurt
you had you not put up

such a fight, not that I
don't admire your courage,

just as I admire your
courage for working

as a radio operator.

It's no job for a woman.

I'm surprised that
Col. Cadogan sent you.

Who?

KRIEGER: Oh, don't
bother to pretend.

We know all about
your organization

and the famous Cad.

Tell me.

Does he still hold briefings
sessions in Pokrov mansions?

Who told you?

KRIEGER: Hmph,
you're not the only

British agent to
have been arrested

in the past six months.

Well, don't expect me
to tell you anything.

Aimee, it gives me no
pleasure to imprison you here.

It would give me
even less pleasure

to pass you to the Gestapo.

But that is what I'll have
to do if you don't cooperate.

I shall have no choice.

What do you want to know?

For the moment,
just information.

My radio specialist, Dr.
Lance, wishes to question you.

Then he'll just have to
go on wishing, won't he?

What's it like out there?

For the ordinary
people, do you mean?

Probably much fun
living under the Germans.

No, no, I suppose the worst
thing is the sheer humiliation,

seeing them trampling
across your fields,

taking over your houses,
stuffing themselves with food

while your children go without,
having to be pleasant to people

like Krieger.

Who's he?

The other chief's who's
requisitioned Claudine's house.

You know.

I told you she's
living in the town now.

Yes.

And that must go
against the grain.

Oh, she loathes it and
having to be civil to Krieger

and his mistress.

But it is one way of
getting information.

She actually works
for the resistance then.

Well, I never.

Oh, can't you imagine her
sitting by doing nothing?

Yes, frankly, if
it made life easier.

She always struck me as
completely self-centered.

Which shows how little
you know about her.

I trust Claudine with my life.

Well, I did, didn't I?

I wouldn't be here
now but for her.

KRIEGER: Look, Aimee,
face the facts.

We have your radio
set, notebook,

codes, transmission schedules.

You might as well give
the rest to Dr. Lance.

So he can intercept
the messages from London?

KRIEGER: He will be
able to do that anyway.

Not with any help from me.

I've done enough damage already.

You have nothing to
reproach yourself for.

You have served your
masters admirably.

I'm sure Gregoire has
nothing but praise for you.

How is he, by the way?

Still lying low?

I don't know anyone
called Gregoire.

Then he wasn't
the man you were

in bed with when my men searched
your room the other day.

No, I already told them.

He had nothing to do
with the resistance.

He was just someone I got
chatting to in a cafe.

KRIEGER: And invited
him back to your room?

Wasn't that taking a risk?

It can be very lonely
being a wireless operator.

It can also be very
lonely in a prison cell.

But if I'm forced to hand
you over to the Gestapo,

you'll welcome being alone.

Now, please, may I
send for Dr. Lance?

If you like, but you'd
be wasting your time.

As you are wasting mine.

Caporal.

You'll be taken to
the medical officer

before you return to your cell.

He will see to that eye.

MATTY FIRMAN: Thank you.

[speaking german]

I shall send for you again.

In the meantime, think
over what I have said.

The Gestapo will be
less sympathetic.

[german]

Oh, by the way, have
you any news of Celeste?

Yes, I have.

She's safe in England, and
she won't be coming back.

I suppose you'll continue
to work for them over here.

Well, it's one way I
can still help the others.

What were they like?

Who?

The others, in France.

A mixed bag.

There was the girl whose
mother you visited in Stepney.

Yes.

What was her part it in?

A wireless operator,
we trained together.

And became friends
there, didn't you?

Yes.

What about your leader?

What about him?

He must have
worked quite closely.

Yes.

And what sort
of a chap was he?

- Difficult to say.
- What age was he?

What was his background?

Look, for heaven's
sake, stop questioning me.

You're not in court now.

Look, I think I'd prefer not
to discuss my time in France.

I have signed the
Official Secrets Act.

There's increasingly little
we can discuss, isn't there?

No, you are to be
taken to another cell.

Now what?

Get in.

A companion for you, another
trouble-making bitch.

Welcome to paradise row.

GUARD 2: Silence.

You will have no food tonight.

Take your filthy garbage.

I'd sooner eat me own vomit.

How did you get that, love?

Got a bargain with
two of Krieger's men.

You must be the
British wireless

operator they've nabbed.

The guards were full of it.

You're a big catch, you know?

Yeah.

Murder, isn't it?

You think about
being caught, but

somehow when it
actually happens,

I was so scared I shit meself.

What are you in for?

MARGUERITE: Same as you.

My place of work, we're
part of an escape route.

Where was that?

MARGUERITE: [inaudible].

Oh, you mean the--

Brothel, yeah.

MATTY FIRMAN: I heard
it had been raided.

Came one night.

Rounded us all up.

Sent me here.

Found better use for
the younger girls--

poor cows.

Ah, I don't suppose they'll
keep me much longer.

It's just a halfway house.

To where?

Prison at Brague
courtesy of the Gestapo,

or maybe a nice sea
trip to Hamburg.

If they don't
decide to shoot me.

Wonder why they've
put us two together.

Probably think it'll lower your
morale being with an old slag

like me.

I'm Marguerite, by the
way, Marguerite Farrow.

I've heard them mention you.

My fame goes before me.

What's your name?

Aimee LaPlan.

Yeah, best stick
to your code name.

It's easy to let things slip.

What are you thinking?

How odd it is to be a
guest in my own house.

You're always full
of such ironies.

This is a beautiful room.

Yes.

Your mother?

Grandmother.

I can see from where
you get your looks.

More wine?

Thank you.

Don't imagine that I
always eat and drink so well,

but I wish to mark the occasion.

Gaining control
of their radio?

I had a special message
of congratulations

from my superior.

And it is you that
I have to thank.

Had you not told us the
operator was a woman,

we might never have caught her.

How is Aimee?

It's up to her.

If she cooperates, if
not, well, they're already

barking at me to hand her over.

Still, for the moment, let
us think of happier things.

You'll never get away with it.

No?

They'll soon realize
it's not her transmitting.

My best operator
is taking her place.

It won't be the first time he's
faked someone else's touch.

No, there is only
one problem, and you

will be able to help me there.

They leave messages in
prearranged hiding places.

We have a list.

I could send my own
people to collect them,

but that might arouse suspicion.

On the other hand, if you, a
known sympathizer, were seen,

no one would worry.

How do you know I won't
leave a message of my own?

Because you're
already in too deep.

You have betrayed one
of their key agents,

and I'd make sure they knew it.

You have heard how the
British deal with traitors.

We have found several
unexplained corpses

recently shot through the head.

There is also your friend
Celeste to consider.

I've told you.

Celeste knows
nothing of all this.

She's still in Rossa.
She does--

That's not what Aimee told me.

Ah, yes, we did get
some things out of her.

We know that Celeste
is a British agent.

We also know that she
is now in England,

but that she will be
returning shortly.

To what kind of reception
will depend on you.

Thank god there's
no mirrors in here.

My roots must be inches longer.

Your hair's not
natural either, is it?

We were caught trying to pass
a message to someone visiting

a woman I knew in [inaudible].

That's how I lost
my privileges too.

Sods.

MARGUERITE: They're
nothing to the Gestapo.

Have you been
interrogated by them?

If I had, I wouldn't
be here to tell you.

Once they send for you,
you don't come back.

Guard folds up your
mattress, and that's it.

Not that I could tell
them anything they don't

know already, not like you.

What are you doing?

Starting a calendar.

Hang on.

One of them's always
got their eye glued

to the spy hole, the pigs.

MATTY FIRMAN: Thanks.

[music playing]

LOIS MOUNTJOY: I'm
sure that's not Aimee.

It sounds all
right to me, allowing

for normal interference.

No.

It's someone else.

A man, I think.

No, that's a light touch.

Well, a man could be
doing it light, couldn't he?

I mean, deliberately
pretending to be a woman.

Oh, come on, Lois.

I'm all for vigilance, but--

Please, Sarge, listen.

At times, the fist is heavier.

SGT. SUPERVISOR: Well,
that could mean anything.

Including that it's not Aimee.

Look, just do as you're told.

Forget it.

You'll be going back
with Laurence then.

Yes, he starts at the
war office on Monday.

I hope I'll be
working in London too.

No more visits to Scotland?

LIZ GRAINGER: No, Mother.

Thank heaven for that.

Thanks for not probing.

LIZ GRAINGER'S
MOTHER: I have years

of practice with your father.

You're living in the
Knightsbridge flat, I take it?

Yes, I'll visit Vicky
whenever I possibly can.

You will still take her to
the holes though, won't you?

Of course.

I can't tell you how
much I enjoy her company.

It's like catching
up on all those years

I missed with you and Jack.

No, you mustn't
worry about Vicky.

I think you should
concentrate on your marriage.

I'm not blind.

I've noticed how things
are with you and Lawrence.

Since I-- over the
last couple of months,

I've discovered a
whole side of myself

that I didn't know existed.

A lot of marriages are
going through tricky patches.

I know.

It's inevitable in wartime.

But he's a good man, Liz.

Oh, why does that always
sound like a condemnation?

What I mean is he's--

Decent, solid, reliable.

Isn't that why
you married him?

Well, it was never a
great passion, was it?

There's someone else.

Nothing happened.

Stick by Lawrence.

He needs you.

[screaming]

Oh, shut up.

What is wrong with her?

Same as with all of
us, except we don't all

show the bastards how we feel.

[screaming]

It's usually at
night they do it.

It's the quietness
that gets to them.

Yeah.

You want to wait till Sunday.

That's the day for suicides too.

MATTY FIRMAN: Are there many?

There were a couple last week.

MATTY FIRMAN: Now that's
one thing I could never do.

[screaming]

GUARD 2: Silence.

She may be doing
it in her sleep.

My mother cries out
like that sometimes.

MARGUERITE: Why?

Bad dream.

What about?

MATTY FIRMAN: Hm?

What's she dreaming
about, your mother?

Being buried under a heap of
coal in the back of a truck.

No, how come?

We were here when
they first invaded.

We had quite a time of it
getting back to England.

She's never been the same since.

How could you
leave her like that?

I don't know.

It seemed easy
enough at the time.

She used to drive
me around the bend.

I felt guilty leaving her
and lumbering Granddad,

but I couldn't wait to get away.

But now, ever since
I've come back,

I just keep picturing her
as she was, always smiling.

[screaming]

No, no, [non-english speech].

ALBERT FIRMAN:
Oh, no, not again,

am I ever going to
get a night's rest?

It's all right, Aimee.

Put a sock in it.

Matty, Matty.

It's only another
of your dreams.

Matty's fine.

She's in France.

Tell me rot.

Her friend just
bought that perfume.

ALBERT FIRMAN: I told you
that don't mean nothing.

The Germans will kill her.

Don't be so bleating morbid.

[sirens]

Oh, my god, not that too.

Come on, girl, down
to the shelter.

No, I stay here.

If you want to
be blown to pieces.

What matter if I die?

MARGUERITE: Too bloody right.

At least I'll get
a bit of peace.

[sirens]

Matty.

[music playing]

I'm sorry I--

I've been so--

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I am proud of you, Liz.

I always knew you were
an exceptional girl.

I-- I didn't realize
quite how exceptional.

Don't say anymore.

It's on then, Wednesday.

Yes, Aimee's received
Cad's confirmation.

And what's the BBC message?

It's not Aunt Maude again.

No, they're giving her a rest.

It's Jean Paul who's
playing with his new toy.

You know, I wouldn't
mind that job.

Dreaming up purile
messages all day,

I wonder what the
qualification is.

Double first in
classics probably.

Well, who's meeting the plane?

As few people as possible.

You can count
me in if you like.

No, but we'll
need you and Murray

to transfer the ammunition
to the monastery.

Fine.

I'll go myself and
take Alan for one.

How's he making out?

Well, he's good on
the sabotage side.

Really knows his stuff.

But not so hot as a courier?

His accent's
atrocious for a start.

You must miss Celeste.

Yes.

For what it's worth, I think
you made the right decision

sending her back.

Do you?

With her child and everything.

Matty must miss her too--

Aimee.

For God's sake, you
shouldn't even know her name.

Well, I didn't
till the other day.

You're not still dropping
in on her, are you?

You don't miss much.

No, I'm not.

Good.

It's the safest precaution
for you as well as her.

[music playing]

You're wanted for questioning.

Who, me?

No, you.

Don't worry.

Your time will soon come.

Not the Gestapo.

No.

She is the one
they're interested in.

[music playing]

[scraping]

MATTY FIRMAN (VOICEOVER):
There must be some way

of getting a message out.

There must be some way
of getting a message out.

So I would like
you to look at that.

It means nothing to me.

KRIEGER: They occur frequently
in our transmissions

from London.

Ah, yes, my operator is
doing a very good job.

I can't help you, Aimee,
unless you help yourself.

I'm under a lot of pressure
to hand you over to Gestapo.

Tell me who these people are.

Some we already know of.

Others are new to us.

The name Cyrano
occurs frequently.

The only one I
know of is the one

in the play with the big nose.

Aimee, it may well be
that some of these people

are not members of any
resistance group, just

ordinary French
men and women who

have helped in some minor way.

I'm not interested in them.

But if you don't help
me to differentiate,

I shall be forced
to arrest them all.

And be sure.

We will find them
all before long.

Believe me.

I have no desire to
break up families,

to take fathers and mothers away
from their children or sons and

daughters from elderly parents.

I'm a family man myself.

I have two sons at home.

That is Peter, the
younger one, Karl.

I miss them very much, just as
you must be missing your mother

and be concerned about her
especially in her mental state.

I'm sure she would not
wish you to jeopardize

your life or the lives of others
with these foolish heroics.

Now, let's work down
the list, shall we?

Who is Cyrano?

Oh, come off it, Cyrano.

No, honestly, it's true.

What's so funny?

CYRANO: Oh, well, hello.

You're my latest [inaudible]
in the propaganda war.

He's been spreading
it around the docks

that all the prostitutes
in Prague have got VD.

A particularly lethal
variety that you can

have without even knowing it.

Have you got the
Germans worried sick?

With any luck, they'll
be confined to barracks

for the next few weeks.

No women, that should do
wonders for their morale.

Hm.

I know what it's
doing to mine.

CYRANO: Did I tell you the
other rumor I've started?

We're not here to
discuss propaganda.

And I suggest you
keep your mouth

shut for the moment, Cyrano.

Don't draw attention
to yourself.

Right.

Arrangements for tonight,
what about the lorry?

Rene's picking it
up from my safe house.

Have you liaised with Claude?

Uh, yes, I'll wait at his
place for the BBC message.

We'll make our way to
the airstrip together.

Right.

I'll meet you there.

Any queries?

Faith, in the end,
I did tell Lawrence.

I'm sure we can rely
on his discretion.

Oh, yes.

And the last thing
he wants is for anyone

to know where I've been.
He doesn't really approve.

Because of Vicky?

Partly, but there's
more to it than that.

He seems to resent my having
been so actively involved.

It's a rare man who can take a
woman treading on his preserve.

The voice of experience.

I suppose so.

My marriage might have lasted
longer if I hadn't landed

a better job than my husband.

And it's been the
same way ever since.

Men resenting
your achievements?

And having to be
that much better

than my male counterparts.

Cad is one of the few men
I know willing to give

women an equal chance.

If anything, he
discriminates in their favor.

Like he did with Matty.

Yes.

She and I came here
once, the first day we met.

Gah, I know it's not her.

We'll wait for the
next skid, see if there's

anything on it we could--

No, Sarge.

I'm sorry, but if it is someone
else, we can't afford to wait.

How did it go?

At least I got a cup of
tea out of him and a fag.

Here.

Thanks.

So did you tell him anything?

Only useless stuff.

And he knew it was useless too.

MARGUERITE: He's sharp, Krieger.

You know what
really got my goat?

He tried to get at
me through my mum.

Bastard.

He even knew about
the way she is.

MARGUERITE: There's
nothing he don't know.

Yeah, but how could
he know about that?

No one knows about her except
family and a few close friends.

They must have spies
in England snooping

around same as they are here.

And you.

MARGUERITE: What?

I told you the other night.

Oh, come off it.

Well, surely you
don't think I'd--

Christ!

You're a plant, aren't you?

No.

- I wondered at the beginning.
- It's not me.

You weren't being
interrogated that day.

You were reporting back.

No.

A bit more pressure
here and you're dead.

You were put in here to
spy on me, weren't you?

Weren't you?

It's not the way you think.

You're either working
with them or you're not.

It's not as easy as
that, and you know it.

They've got Andrew, my son.

They said if I didn't do it,
they'd send him off to Germany.

He's 16.

Please don't tell them you know.

I haven't passed on
anything important.

Well, you haven't told
me anything important.

Aimee!

JAMES CADOGAN: I suppose
you realize the significance

of what you're saying.
- Yes, sir.

If you're right,
God knows what

the ramifications could be.

There's been nothing
in the messages

to indicate anything
is wrong, no more

than the usual minor errors
which could be accounted

for in umpteen different ways.

It's not Aimee.

I'm positive it isn't.

How could you be so sure?

I've been her godmother
since she first went out.

I know her technique.

It doesn't sound like her.

Well, I could
account for that.

A certain amount of
distortion is inevitable.

I know that.

You don't know what condition
she's transmitting under.

She could be crouched in
someone's barn or attic.

I've considered all that.

It's not just the touch, sir.

I feel it in my bones
there's something wrong.

Ah, so what it all boils
down to is intuition.

Yes, I suppose so.

But what's wrong with that, sir?

Nothing, Lois.

As a matter of fact, I'm a great
believer in female intuition.

40 minutes.

Will the trick question
be included early on?

Yes, we'll have her decoding.

We should know the worst
in under two hours.

Well, might as well
make ourselves useful,

dirty note detail.

BBC is standing by in case
we need to cancel the drop.

What is the trick question?

Have you contacted
Micheline as ordered?

With any luck, the answer should
be, who the hell is Micheline?

Well?

Can you send further details?

No mention of bloody Micheline
one way or the other.

FAITH ASHLEY: Oh, no.

Well, it wouldn't
be the first time

an agent's asked for more, Jen.

That's pretty inconclusive.

What will you do?

JAMES CADOGAN: [huffs] Send
out another false question

tomorrow.

Why do we have to rely on
these damn fool messages?

I was thinking
of tonight's drop.

Will you cancel it to
be on the safe side?

No, he must go ahead.

But what if--

JAMES CADOGAN: It's a
risk we have to take.

If the Germans have
control of Matty's radio,

they'll be running
them up anyway.

If we're in the clear, well,
that ammunition's vital.

I'll get on with the BBC.

OPERATOR (ON RADIO): Chantal
must not keep her appointment

with the donkey man.

Jean Paul is playing
with his new toy.

Agatha is baking a [inaudible].

A beautiful moon, you have
chosen the perfect night.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

The British are sending
in ammunition supplies.

It was confirmed earlier.

Oh, what are those ludicrous
messages on the BBC.

The plane's due any minute.

Your man will arrest
them, I suppose.

Oh, no, no, no,
no, for the moment,

I shall allow them
to delude themselves.

May I have a drink?

After all, we know what
their targets are to be.

We can prevent any
serious damage.

Meanwhile, we'll go on feeding
them false information.

You're really enjoying
this, aren't you?

I'd be happier if
Aimee would cooperate.

You'll be interested to hear
that another of your comrades

has been arrested.

Who?

Micheline.

Who the sod's Micheline?

Well, it's Mattie's
terminology all right.

Yeah, "sod" it is not a word
that would come trippingly

to the the average German.

If she's been arrested,
they'll have had a crash course

in English swear words by now.

We can't go on playing
around like this.

We'll have to send
someone out there.

Why?

We need to know if
Matty's been taken.

The whole circuit
could be burned.

We don't know we've
been transmitting to.

We don't know who we've
been sending ammunition to.

We don't know anything.

There's one obvious person.

Not Liz.

JAMES CADOGAN: Well, she's
been out there recently.

She knows the set up.
- And Krieger knows her too.

She wouldn't stand a chance.

Why not send someone
from Area Two?

They're nearest.

Because if Area Three
has been penetrated,

they'll be walking into a trap.

And if it hasn't
been penetrated,

they don't need to
know who Gregoire is.

We, on the other hand, have
a very real need to know.

Combined operations
needs to know that I

know what the hell's going on.

Damn combined ops.

You're talking about sending
Liz to almost certain death.

JAMES CADOGAN: No, I'm
talking about preventing

a situation which could
jeopardize the whole operation.

And you're prepared to
sacrifice Liz for that.

If this raid is successful,
it could be another turning

point for the Allies.

Thousands of lives could
be saved in the long run.

Our agents risk their
lives every day.

They know that when they join.

But Liz is different.

She's--

JAMES CADOGAN: Only
in your eyes, Faith.

Isn't it Matty you
should be worrying about?

Aimee, I warn you.

I will not be able to
protect you much longer.

I didn't realize you
were protecting me now.

Just tell me
where Gregoire is.

I'm making it easy for you.

Who's Gregoire
when he's at home?

[snap] Come.

[german]

When would I have to go?

Tomorrow night,
if I can wangle it.

You'll be dropped
here in Area Two

and met by their leader, Raul.

Make your way on
from there by train.

You're to make
contact with Gregoire,

and that's assuming he's
not dead or in prison.

And when you find out what's
going on, return to Area Two.

The operator will get a
message through to us.

I can't force you to go.

As usual, it's
entirely voluntary.

Tell Krieger what
he wants to know.

If you don't,
somebody else will.

You're not the only bloody
agent in France, you know.

Please don't try to stop me.

LAURENCE GRAINGER: But
Liz, you can't go back.

It was bad enough last time,
but now, you'll be walking

straight into their hands.

But I've got to do this.

I can't let the others down.

For Christ's sake, it isn't
some bloody hockey match.

To hell with the others.

From what you've told me,
they're probably dead already.

Well, that's what
I've got to find out.

And get yourself
killed in the attempt.

Let me talk to
this Col. Cadogan.

It wouldn't make
any difference.

This is my decision.

Is it?

I can just imagine the sort of
emotional blackmail they use.

Please, Lawrence.

Who are they anyway?

A load of amateurs
who seem to be making

a complete mess of the whole--

Look, you don't know
anything about them--

Enough to know.

--or about any of the people--

I'm not letting you
risk your life again.

Well, you can't stop me.

You promised once to
love, honor, and obey me.

I'm sorry.

Well, Christ, if you
don't care about me--

Well, of course I care about--

--surely you care about Vicky.

Please, Liz, don't go.

I-- I can't manage.

I-- I can't.

Aimee, I think I can
get a message out of here.

I know one of the cleaners.

Who would you want it to go to?

Someone called
Claudine de Valois.

She'll pass it on.

She just said to give it
to you, that it was urgent.

Is anything wrong, madam?

Sophie, I want you
to do something for me.

What's so urgent?

They've got Aimee.

ALBERT FIRMAN: Aimee,
oh, my god, Aimee, Aimee!

Thank heaven you're safe.

What in God's name
are you doing back?

Cad sent me.

He thinks the Germans might
be working the radios.

He's right.

Claudine tipped us off.

Aimee's been captured.

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