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Can you tell me
where I find the tracheodon?

I'm sorry, sir. The Prehistoric Room
is closed to visitors.

You'd better see the curator -
in the library.

Right, thank you.

Excuse me, could you tell me
where I find the tracheodon?

In there.

I'm glad you came, Father Philip.

But... You know who I am?

Is it strange? We have your photo.

That is impossible. I haven't been
photographed since I was a child.

Haven't you?

Bless my soul! How on earth...?

We do not answer questions here,
Father Philip. This way, please.

Professor Ackerman,
this is Father Philip Elliot.

Hello. Be with you in a minute.
Not Fitzsimmons.

Why not just Andrew?

Yes, that'll do. Michele, see if
Picquart's through. How are you?

This is Andrew.
We're christening him.

I leave my name behind
when I come to this country.

He's on holiday, from Belgium.

You haven't any idea
what we do here.

No, I haven't.
Well, it's sabotage.

Camouflage, explosives, trained men
and women. We get them here.

We collect all kinds of queer fish
who'd never be taken for saboteurs.

Like you, Father.

We send them back to school
to learn cheating and deceiving and
pretending to be things they're not,

..rough games and dirty tricks.

Abteilung, halt!

Das genug.

Jawohl, Fraulien.

Heraus!

Take him away.

'Wrecking things - valuable things
like factories, bridges, trains.'

So now you know what you're in for.

I served with the Belgian army.

Of course, but I'll check
some personal details.

Yes, sir. Where are we? Elliot,
Philip. Date and place of birth?

Montreal, October 19th 1909.

Father's occupation?
Minerologist.

Settled in Belgium?

I was 15. 1924.

Ordained? June 12th 1930.

The school where you taught?
College of St Benedict, Oudier.

Oudier?
Do you know Pierre Delcassais?

Yes. Afraid
I didn't have much use for him.

He's one of Andrew's best men.

Oh. That's often the way. Your good
friend becomes a collaborator,...

..a man you despise.

It's very provoking.

Captain Verreker is here.

Very good. Send him in. Goodnight,
Father. Thank you very much.
I'm glad to have got you.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

Here you are - nice present
for your quisling friend.

Ah, Quempenel.
The sooner he gets it, the...

That'll do, Michele. Show Fr Elliot
and Picquart to their quarters.

I said I don't want to
discuss that matter any further.

Haven't I the right...?
I said that'll do!

Did I say something I shouldn't?

Michele was in love with Quempenel.

She thought he was staying
in Belgium to work for us.

When he turned quisling,
she felt somehow responsible.

Tins like this are delivered
weekly at the Gestapo mess.

Quempenel will be there on the 20th.

Will he be near enough to it?
The operator will see to that.

The paper is torn and up comes
the plunger. This is a suicide job.

Have you the man?
We have the woman.

'Groceries are delivered by women.'

'A woman?'

Ow! You jagged me!

Stop wriggling.

You were a schoolmistress!

I've been used to better manners.

Yes, teacher!

Stuff your hankie in your mouth!
Teacher's in a wax!

Florence doesn't get English humour.

Not English, Father.

Mother was Belgian, Dad was a Yank,
grandad was German. I was born
in the Bay of Biscay. So what am I?

An international complication.

You're right.

There you are.

Hello, Michele. Hello, Julie!
How's my little bundle of comfort?

Oh, stop it, Max!

Oh, you haven't met Julie.
Philip Elliot.

Hello, Julie.

Hello.

Don't waste your time, Julie.
Have a drink.

Would I be wasting my time?

I'm a priest.

Oh. I'm sorry.

You look very nice, just the same.

Thank you, Julie.

MICHELE?

MICHELE!

Ah, there you are.
What news from London?

Emile, your trousers!

Hmm? People leave paint in the way
and one falls over them.

You can't go round like that!

Trifles. Tell me,
you've heard something? My wife?

There is no news yet, Emile.

But it'll come, I promise you.
Next week, perhaps.

Always next week.

She'll come. You'll see.

Now go and get properly dressed,
will you?

Yes. I must be correct. Every button
in place, every strap adjusted.

Otherwise the world would collapse!

Maybe the world would end, even.
"Next week, next week, next week."

I got more news
in a concentration camp. Beer.

That's very curious.
I could almost have sworn...

My name is Florence Malou.

Apologies, mademoiselle.
I won't insist.

I thought you were Mlle Verlaine,
who taught me at school.

I couldn't expect her to remember
me. But she might remember
my fiancee - Marie Berlot.

I have a picture of her here,
just taken before we parted.

Would you like to see it?

Yes... But she has grown so lovely!

Trapped, mademoiselle!
I can see you still bite your nails.

I knew it was you.
I am here since Dunkirk.

Mlle Malou, we leave tonight.
Are you ready?

Goodbye.

Hey, Michele, we want you
to give us a song.

'Ah, Quempenel!'

What's up, Michele?

OK.

Light ale, please, miss.

Sold out of them. Sorry.

Can I do anything, Michele?

Nothing.

If it's a man,
I could break his neck.

It's as good as broken.

Fast work. Don't tell me anything
you don't want to.

Even if I want to, I can't.

Oh, that's it, is it?
A ghost walks.

OK with me. Mum's the word.

I'll have another drink, Max.

No, Uncle Max is driving you home.

I'll go home when I want to go
home. Understand?

How would you like to be cheated
out of the one job you must do?

So that's why you were...

Were what?

Looking like that after Malou.

It wasn't her job.
I should have done it.

Wipe out the past.
Both of us, together.

I see.

Changed his uniform out there,
did he?

At the surrender. We both pledged
ourselves - never give in.

Never rest. That's what we said.

We two.

Me outside, he inside.

More valuable inside.

That's what he said.

It's happened before, sweetheart,
and it'll happen again.

Cut your losses and carry on.

Oh, Max, I am crazy,
talking here and telling tales.

Let's bury it... with the dead.

SINGS COMIC SONG IN FRENCH

Sorry, I was a chucker-out
in a nightclub in Brussels.

Hello, Scotty!
Yes, Greg?

Michele Denis, Johnny Dunk.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Excuse me.
And how about the delays?

Two and a half hours is
the most popular one, sir. There's
a well in the lid for the oil.

Pretty good! That'll fool anybody.

This is cute!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Explosive sabot. A chap goes to work
in those and leaves them in the
locker room with a time fuse set...

Oh, here, uh...

She's all right.

You're interested in explosives?

Yes.

You've come to the right place.

Here's some that'll startle you.
You may not get another chance.

Everything here blows up. Excuse me.

This is explosive coal.
It's filled with plastic
and set off by a fuse and detonator.

These are camouflaged tyre busters -
rocks, pebbles,...

..flints, stones and... and...

..lumps of mud.

Looks like horse manure.

Well, yes, it is, actually -
put down on the road to wreck cars.

These rats...
Don't be afraid - they're dead.

I won't.

We fill it with explosive
and throw it in
the explosive works boiler room.

A chap sees it,
throws it in the furnace and...

Bang! Aye. Aye, just like that.

Jerry's got wise to the dodge,

but he spends lots of time
examining rats -

..real ones as well as ours.

Takes your breath away. Everything
needed for underground warfare.

Camouflaged wireless sets,
forged papers, wigs, make-up,...

They're not explosive.

No?

They're air-dropped into German
towns, saying they're presents of...

..of certain establishments.

Factory girls?

No.

To be candid, unfortunate women.

They're very fortunate
to get presents like this.

They're for information
they've given the Allies.

They haven't really,
it's to cause rumours to upset
morale in the enemy's home front.

Shall we get moving?

What happens to these?

Oh, nothing.
I think you've seen enough.

After three years in the job
I'm inclined to agree.

What?

I'm sorry. You ought to be moving.

I don't understand.

You've been posted to us
for the rest of your training.

I am your conducting officer.

Ready, number one. Go!
Elbows forward.

OK, number four, go!

Get your body forward.

You're sloppy! Can't you do
anything right? Take a look at him.

Loose and springy,
just like a soldier's sweetheart.

In spite of your training, you'll be
frightened when you land in Belgium.

Don't let it worry you, as long as
you keep your head. That above all.

You see, everyone's frightened.

Everyone's affected
by the strain of the atmosphere.

On the surface, little has changed,
but underneath there lies fear,...

..tension, suspicion.

'These shadows
will help you hide your own terror.'

'Achtung! Halt! Where are your
papers? Where did you sleep?'

'These terrors
break the toughest nerves.'

'A man takes his washing to the
laundry. Eyes are on him everywhere'

'What's that -
soiled linen or dynamite?'

'I don't mean German eyes,
or those of a quisling who puts his
counting house before his country.'

'I mean the half-starved type who
will sell his soul or your life for
a pair of boots or a loaf of bread.

'Don't let him see your fear.

'Laundry or dynamite
- whistle, bluff like blazes,...

..but don't run.'

You've got something to hide.

Never, never run.
It sounds elementary,...

..but panic is the one thing
you must avoid.

And that isn't easy. Take it
from one who has been through it.

Imagine a car creeping past you,
two men with earphones in the back.

'You know all the time
your best friend is transmitting
from that house at the corner.'

'What do you do?
Humanity says run and warn him.'

'But you don't run, you walk.'

'It can't be helped.'

'Fortunes of war.'

'You want to yell because you are
a decent human being, but no,...

..you must be a heartless swine -
it's your job.'

'When you meet his eyes
as they drag him off,
you're his friend no longer.'

There is no sentiment in our job.

So, beware of it.

Duty always first.

Friendship, a bad second.

Once you start mixing duty and
affection, you start digging graves,

your own and others.

The car is waiting.

Thank you. I'm quite ready.

How do you do? Come along.

Here we are. A workman's coffee tin.
We fill it. It opens here.

Time delays, cordex, lucifer.

Hm-mm.

The incendiaries are inside these.
Open it to find a match and a fuse.

This is a very good job.

Two pocket incendiaries and
you've got this inside this loaf.

Isn't that a real sweet stinker?

I'll serve it hot
on those German labour records.

Everything ready?

Everything inspected,
passed and heartily approved.

The very best of luck.

Thank you. I'll need it.

Goodbye, my dear.

Good luck. And thank you.

"It dropeth as the gentle rain
from heaven."

That makes you a double top, Max.

Why are they sending you, Johnny?
Your French accent's awful!

I'm fluent enough
to train saboteurs.

You don't have to broadcast
everything, Johnny.

I was only telling Max here.

Why bother?

It isn't top secret, is it?

Sorry, Michele.

It's my fault anyway.

I might have guessed that.

Your turn, Scotty.

Tough baby, that.

Think so?

Nice girl, though.
But no good rushing things.

Are you trying to give me advice?

Can't an old hand give you a tip?

When I want one, I'll ask.

Board's a bit to the left now.

Och, I don't know how this started.

Like everything does - with a woman.

To blazes with women!

I don't like them in authority
- I like them where they belong.

Where's that? Don't tell me!

I'm sorry, I meant well.

Forget it, Max. Let's have a dram.

What's the matter with him?

What's the matter, Emile?

I'm saying goodbye to my face.

Won't be sorry, will you?

It's my oldest friend.

Having a new face is not natural.

Who's asking you to have one?

The Gestapo mustn't recognise me.

So tomorrow I go to hospital for
a nice fat nose to blow at them!

My wife will say, "Go away
or I'll call my husband."

Gosh! 48-hours' leave for everyone,
from eight tomorrow morning!

Major Brown! Major Brown!

Could I have a word?

What's the trouble?
I just want to change my pip.

What's wrong with your pip?

It makes me a mister - to my
friends in London I am "Major".

So, could I have a crown like that,
just for two days?

You want a Field Marshal's baton?

Oh, you're joking.

No, just a crown.

What if I give you
something special?

A bottle of whisky.

You're impossible! You think you can
bribe me with a bottle of Scotch?

Sir, I could make it two bottles.

I told you, I must have dine
with a fat old parish priest

who talks about Greek history
and the price of Scotch.

I thought you'd take me out
to eat, drink, dance...

Hold up traffic in Piccadilly, climb
lampposts in Trafalgar Square?

I always wanted to climb lampposts.

What stopped you?

You can't climb lampposts in the day
and at night I danced in a cabaret.

Are you a good dancer?

Take me out tonight and find out.

No, Julie, I can't.

I don't believe you have to go -
you're telling me a big, fat lie.

Don't you like me at all?

I like you very much.

It was just a little white lie.

I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

If you like me why not ask me out?

I think you're just afraid of me.

No, I'm not afraid of you.

Can't we leave it at that?

Hey, Scotty and I are going
to the dogs. Who's coming?

Oh, I love dogs!
So do I, when they win.

Well, I've never been to the dogs.

Time you got educated.

You were going dancing with me.

A Catholic priest can go to the dogs
but he can't go to the devil!

# MELANCHOLY PIECE

Jacques, are you coming to the dogs?

Sorry, I won't
be good company today.

I want to be alone.

It's Marie's 21st birthday and...

Remember this, Michele?

Sing it for us.

I'm afraid not today.

Don't hate me too much
if I stop your leave.

PIANO STOPS
You must come right away, please.

CRASHING CHORDS

So Andrew's failed?

When first attempted, somebody
discovered the fire too soon.

It's what we've learned to expect.

Did Andrew get away?

Yes, he can try again.
In fact, he's got to try again.

Now, look, that building must go.

It's the records of Belgium labour
to be drafted into Germany.

Every Belgian drafted
means more guns against us,
more tanks and more U-boats.

Now you, Picquart.

Yes, sir?

Andrew didn't fail by incompetence.

A traitor?
That's what I want you to find out.

This is a Belgian fascist, whom
we've christened Pete Van Muller.

He came to this country posing
as a refugee and we arrested him.

Tomorrow, the English papers
the Germans get from Portugal,

will announce that he's escaped.

Ugly-looking customer.

I'm glad you think so, "Pete".

You'll be picked up
off the Belgian coast.

Then you'll volunteer
for the Gestapo as an interpreter.

But suppose...
Suppose nothing. We have friends
even in the Gestapo.

Now you, Elliot.
Yes, sir?

Do you know the Tevionne district
of Brussels?

Very well - I preached there.

You're going to preach there again.
The cure's just died.

But the archbishop...

He's in on it, too.

Picquart will come to your church
and report the source of that leak.

You will pass the information
to Andrew...

..and give him the new plan to wipe
out the records office. Clear?

BOTH: Yes, sir.

You'll need your wits about you,
Picquart. Best of luck.

Thank you, sir.

All right, Verrecker.

Just a minute, Elliot.

About your wireless operator -
it may be a woman. Any objections?

No, sir.

Have you anyone in mind?

Oh, yes, I have. Have you?

My choice would be Julie Vendemeer.

That's what I hoped.

She's not the sort of girl
I'd send with just anybody.

I think I understand, sir.

Right, we'll settle for Julie.

Don't forget -
that records office must go.

Seems a good fit.
I wonder who wore this last.

Nobody, it's been artificially aged.

Remember where you got it
- Van White, clerical tailor.

Yes, I noticed the label.

That's the kind
they want you to have, miss.

But it's so dull!

I like this much better.

Can you play the accordion?

No.

# DISCORD

Why not? Once I was a typist
and I never learned to type.

Tevionne. That's east of Brussels?

Yes.

We'll make it Vanderbilt's laundry.

He's in the Rue de l'Eglise
- you'll find him quite handy.

You seem to know Brussels well.

They won't suspect that.
They won't get the chance!

Once I was going on honeymoon,
and my bridegroom's wife arrived.

Now I have a priest for a husband
and a suicide tablet in my suspender

My life is full of spilt salt!

Only use it as a last resort.

Ah, this is Elliot, is it?

Yes.

We've got all your things ready.

Now, this ring is hollow -
it contains your suicide tablet.

It's not compulsory, Philip.

But we advise people to carry them.

I'm sorry.

Father Philip will be brave enough
without that.

Thank you, Julie.

I'm glad I've got mine.

AEROPLANE ENGINES

SHE SCREAMS

OWL HOOTS

Deus cuis miseratione,
anime fidele requiescat.

Hunc tumulum benedicere dignare...

..atque angelum tuum sanctum.

I am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me, though
he be dead, yet shall he live.

He that believeth in me
shall not die for ever.

Goodbye, Julie.

Michele.

Tell me, how do I look?
This doctor, he is a Nazi.

Is there still a bit of me left?

Of course. There's only one Emile.

And you'll feel a new man.

That's what I'm afraid of,
a new man.

Emile, I have news for you.

My wife?

She is here with your little boy.

It's not true. I won't believe it
until I see it.

Why isn't she here? Is she ill?

No, it isn't that.

Then what?

Look, Emile, no-one must know
about your face, not even her.

I'm sorry, but Ackerman...

Ackerman? What does he care?

Behind his desk, water for blood,
stone for a heart.

No humanity, a machine
grinding us to little pieces!

I can't alter the order -
Emile must not see his wife.

Why do you pile on the agony?

I promised I'd ask you, that's all.

Well, you have asked me.

Don't lose your temper.
I'm entitled to!

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aren't I?

Ackerman. Yes. Good.

All right. Thank you.

Philip's settled in and
contacted Andrew - everything's set
for the records office job.

Good.

Julie's dead.

Broke her neck landing.

If I'm nice to you, would you let me
take my old face away in a parcel?

Sorry, we're using it to make 'em
laugh in the children's ward!

I laugh at myself. It's good.

Can I drop you anywhere?

No, I have to go back to training
school. It's very important.

Suffolk Hotel, please. Hurry.

Yes, sir? Please tell Mrs Meyer
I wish to speak with her.

152. What name, sir?

Oh, just say an old friend.

Hello. Yes.

Who?

All right, I'll come down.

I thought no-one would know.

You thought you'd get away with it
- we trust nobody here.

We happened to check up on you.

I'm always unlucky.

There are heavy penalties.

It doesn't matter -
my wife doesn't even know me.

Because you're no longer Emile Meyer

True. She looked at me like
I was trying to pick her up.

Emile.

Sir?

I might have done what you have.

Yes, sir.

You didn't actually speak to
your wife, so I'll forget this.

But you, too, must forget.

Yes, sir. I must forget.

Life?

That'll do, Meyer.

No, sir, poor old Meyer is dead.

FRANTIC FIRE BELLS

You'll use the crypt for training
your men. It's not ideal, but...

You others, your first activity
is a rescue job.

They've got Andrew - he must
be rescued. I mean must!

Michele knows
how important he is to us.

Andrew is a key man
of the resistance in Brussels -

our work can be crippled
by his capture.

When do we start, sir?

Next moon period.

Who is to be our wireless operator?

Unfortunately for me - Michele.
But a promise is a promise.

Aren't you lucky, Michele!

No, we are lucky.

Come on, let's have a drink.

Any objections, Duncan?

No, sir.

If you don't mind,
I'll be busy for a little while.

Aye, so I'm gathering.

What's the matter with you?

You're not going!

You don't fit, you're no right
- it's no job for a woman.

So you are running the show?

Get out before I throw you out.

I'm going to Ackerman.

What are you going to tell him?

I'm going to tell him I love you.

SHE SNIGGERS

Don't laugh at me, woman.
Don't dare laugh at me!

Stop it!

I'm sorry, Johnny.

But I don't love you.

Or anyone else, Johnny.

Go to Ackerman
and tell him you love me.

You're out, not me.

I'm thinking of Julie.

Well?

You can sit there and say "Well?"

I have been over there twice before.

You? But...

You never told me.

That's why I can say "Well?"
when you mention Julie.

If I've got to climb much higher
I shall need oxygen.

You're always complaining.

You never get anything good in
this life unless you climb for it.

Here. It's poor but respectable.

Wipe your feet!

Remember, if my landlady comes in,
we're marrying soon.

Not that I'd bid for you
at a sixpenny raffle!

You flatter yourself, Shamrock.

It's as well -
kissing and treason are bad mixing.

Come on, what's up your sleeve?

Parachute landing tonight.

Say I'll get in touch
the first safe minute after I land.

I'll tell his nibs tonight.

There's something else. That priest,
Father Elliot, he's arrived safely.

He'll have to be told.

Not by me. I'll not do the dirty on
a priest, I'm a respectable girl.

He's English - thinks the Irish are
a poor lot for not coming in with us

Too thick to know their own history.

But I'll teach 'em and serve 'em
right for being English.

You do hate them!

I have good reason to.

But you're making bombs for 'em,
helping them to win the war.

They'll not win if I can help it.

You wouldn't understand -
you haven't got a country.

I'm glad. Blokes like me are the
only sane people left in the world.

We're not swayed
by patriotic sentiment.

Personally, I hope the English
lick your Nazi pals -

but I'm a businessman first.

A man without a country
is a poor sort of mongrel.

Give me a fine love or a clean hate.

Give me a nice fat contract
and I'll deliver, whoever wants 'em.

Hand them over and be on your way.

Names, details, cover stories.

I'll have a packet of information
for them later.

They'll maybe decorate you.

They can keep their iron crosses.
I'll be seeing you.

Maybe you will. I'll not lose
me eyesight if you don't.

HE WHISTLES A TUNE

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ackerman. Oh, it's you, Lewis. Well?

What?

What? Met her in a milk bar?

Yes, sir. In Edgware Road.
He sat by her and they got talking.

The old story! We're not
investigating his private life.

Still, better be on the safe side,
as she's Irish. Check up on her.

All this waiting.

Visibility, weather reports,
clouds, charts.

If we're gamblers, why not take
a chance and be done with it?

Turn it up, Scotty. You'd look
silly if they dropped you in Kent.

RUMBLING

Listen.

Time, folks.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Well, Lewis, Mata Hari
or the Rose of Tralee?

Second. Bridie Donnelly
- munition worker in Cricklewood.

Nothing's known against her.

How about Intelligence?
They've nothing on her.

We can safely leave her to dream
of orange blossom and old boots.

Aye, aye, sir.

Goodnight, Lewis.

ENGINE ROARS

Action stations!

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ackerman. Who?

Haven't heard from you for years.

Quite a time. I say, old man,
we owe you some thanks.

The Irish girl your man asked about.

What about her?
We had a look at her, just in case.

The name meant nothing,
but the face did.

Duty officer, Section E, quickly!

Cancel! Recall that plane.

Ah, voila! Vite, vite!

DOGS BARK

Oh, my friends.
How very good to see you!

CHATTER

As far as possible,
we'll travel separately.

Emile, you'll catch the 7.10 train.

You have your instructions.

Johnny, you'll come with me.
I'll do all the talking.

Well, I think that's everything.

I'd advise sleep. You'll need it.

There's not very much you miss.
Eh, Max?

He's a bit homespun for
a girl like you. Mind if I shave?

No, do. It'd be nice and normal.

What are you going to do?

Check with London.

You want to go on talking about him?

I don't want to be a bore.

You won't bore me.
I'd rather listen than talk.

I didn't think
it could happen again.

It has. With Johnny of all people.

HE WHISTLES

Max, if you can ever do anything
for Scotty in a jam...

How's the folks back home?

Wait, I must get this decoded.

HE WHISTLES

Max.

GUNSHOT

DOGS BARK

FOUR SHOTS

SINGING

CHURCH BELL RINGS

CHOIR SINGS

It's not exactly
home from home, Johnny.

Never mind.
I've slept in slit trenches.

Any rats?
No. Just mice and cockroaches.

I'm afraid that's an ornament -
there's no coal.

Where's the bed?
In the glory hole.

The what?
The glory hole. Over here.

It's a wee bit on the crowded side.

You stretch the mattress out
on the floor.

You're shivering.

Don't be daft. It's just me
laughing at your sense of humour.

Is there any water?

Yes. That tap over there. Be sure
to boil it first. I must be off.

HE MUMBLES IN LATIN

Jacques,...

..what have you found out?

Andrew's here in St John's prison.

I'm friendly with a warder,
Marcel Van Hecke.

Marcel Van Hecke?

He's got a very good plan.

I've arranged for you to meet him at
seven, near the King Albert statue.

Are you sure of him?

Yes. There can be no suspicion.
He's one of us.

Andrew's cell is in his section...

TAPPING AND BANGING

SHOUTING

ROUSING SINGING

FAINT SINGING

But if we had a fast car,
we could get away along this road.

I don't like it.

The wall must be blown exactly here.
Let's look at Johnny's plan.

Johnny, where are you?

What we want is...

What's the matter?

Nothing. I've just got toothache.

It's this damp. We want
a list of things from England.

TAPPING

Michele!

It's you.

I mustn't talk or I'll forget.
"Send six explosive devices..."

Hey, hey!

"Please send six explosive devices..

..in form of Flemish brickbats."

"Suggest PE filling,
operated by time delay."

"Non-removal switch."

"Include time pencils
for one, two, and four-hour delay."

THEY ALL SHOUT

Heil!

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER

Here I am. I don't believe it,
I should be dead.

But I am here.

I knew you'd make it.
I dropped my bag.

Death sat and grinned at me.

LAUGHTER

Look, what time delay do you want?

Emile and Fleur start work at 7.15.
Prisoners exercise from 8.00 to 8.30

That's... just an hour.

Emile, this is the spot
exactly here.

Blondel will get
as close as possible.

Our margin of error
is a mere three feet on either side.

AIR-RAID SIREN

Blast the RAF!

EXPLOSION

Look, let's accept
the fact we failed.

The unexpected knocked us out.

Andrew is still in prison
and must be got out.

Now, Johnny...

..how about a brain wave from you?

It's not a brain wave Johnny needs,
it's a dentist.

I sympathise, but it's impossible.

So is this.
What can we do?

I know a dentist we can trust.
He can't come here.

Johnny must go to him.

Are you mad? With his accent...

We've got to risk it.
That's for me to decide.

Forget it, will you, please?

You're quite right, Michele.
I apologise.

Walk ahead of him to the dentist's,
I can't afford to lose you both.

It's cold.

You're very good to me, Michele.

You're very important to us, Johnny.

You know what you've got to do?

I follow you.
You stop opposite the dentist's.

When I come out,
I give you a chance to get started.

I lead you to the church.

Now, careful,
and don't speak to anyone.

Michele...

..you're the first girl
I've ever followed.

TYRES SCREECH

Allo?

Jacques!

Jacques!

Quiet. You're here to be questioned.

It's a matter of seconds. Go down
the stairs to the back entrance.

Not without you! I'll call one of
the guards, you deal with the other.

But...
I'll raise the alarm and chase you.

IN GERMAN:

GUNSHOTS

Stop reproaching yourself!

I should have taken my tablet
in the Gestapo van.

Lucky you didn't. Sit down.

I can see him lifting the phone.

I should be shot.
I said sit down!

Look, Johnny, it happened
that Picquart died for you.

You may have to die for me.

It's not extraordinary,
it's the code of the soldier.

I let you all down.

So what?
We all make fools of ourselves.

What would it be like
if we were all infallible machines?

Tomorrow I may blunder
and you may have to pay for it.

Well? I expect it of you
and you expect it of me.

Get that into your obstinate head.

You're making it easy for me.

I'm not thinking of you!
You must train your saboteurs.

We have a plan to rescue Andrew.
We want your help.

RATTLING

The church is locked.

In there, Johnny, quickly.

Philip!

Philip!

I had to climb in.
Did I frighten you?

What's happened?

They're moving Andrew to Germany.

They're taking no chances.

Tomorrow?
At four o'clock.

It may be a blessing in disguise.

The Gestapo will be there.
We won't get near the trains.

There's lots of open country
if we're quick.

We'd need anti-removal devices.
They're very tricky.

Emile and Duncan did the training.

Yes, I know.
It means sending Duncan out again.

It may be just what he needs.

Johnny!

Johnny?

Here's the train.

Andrew is in the last coach but one.
We must get rid of the guards, here.

WHISTLES

You'll have to step on it.

Can they do anything?

They'll clear the streets till
we're through, then block them...

..but only for a few minutes.

My wife always said I was
a clumsy elephant!

Emile, jump!

Jump, Emile! Emile, jump!

Jump, Emile!

JUMP! EMILE!

Oui.

TRAIN'S WHISTLE

RAPID GUNFIRE

RAPID GUNFIRE

GROANS

Where's Emile? Johnny!

Gestapo!

TYRE BURSTS

We'll be all right
once we're past Briand.

Jerries!

GUNFIRE AND SCREAMING

GUNFIRE

MOOING

MOOING

CHOIR SINGS

CAR HORN

SCREAMING

CAR HORN

SCREAMING

CAR HORN

CAR HORN AND SCREAMING

BIRDSONG

HUBBUB

OK, aircraft on the way.