Head in the Clouds Page #5

On the morning of her final day

she came to her death clear- eyed...

brave, unknowing.

And when the snow melts, spring has come.

There is an end to war.

One small flower...

blessed, unique...

will flower no more.

Gilda...

I have to tell you

that our dear friend is dead.

I saw her just before it happened.

She was so beautiful...

and had become so wise.

Far stronger than me.

A few months later, as the forces

of the Republic began to disintegrate...

I crossed back into France

with the remnants of my unit.

All our efforts had come to nothing.

The war in Spain was lost.

I am speaking to you

from the Cabinet Room...

at 10 Downing Street.

This morning

the British Ambassador in Berlin...

handed the German government

a final note...

stating that unless we heard from them

by 11:
00...

that they were prepared at once

to withdraw their troops from Poland...

a state of war would exist between us.

I have to tell you now...

that no such undertaking

has been received...

and that consequently...

this country is at war with Germany.

The war against the Fascists in Spain

was only a rehearsal.

The greater struggle was about to begin.

Less than a year later...

Poland, Norway, Holland, Belgium

and France were overrun...

and the Germans entered Paris.

I doubted I would ever see her again.

My war was in the field of intelligence.

And early in 1944...

I was sent to establish links

with Resistance fighters...

based in the countryside near La Manche.

In the late spring, I was transferred to Paris.

Six long years had passed

since I was last there.

My cover was as an official working

for a firm manufacturing rolling stock...

for the hard- pressed French railways.

And some time after I arrived

I was waiting for a rendezvous.

Thank you, darling.

How's your mother?

She's back on her feet.

Thank you. A pastis.

Pleased to meet you.

There's a delay.

He'll come at two.

I'll stay, since he knows me.

So let's have lunch.

Good idea.

Monsieur?

Red wine and a coffee.

What's wrong?

It's alright.

I'm starving.

Did she see me? I wasn't sure.

But after the initial shock

how could I be surprised?

Gilda didn't see the world as others did.

She was looking after herself...

making sure she could live

in the style she was accustomed to.

Please listen to these

personal messages.

Important message for the Stork.

We've had no news from the Stork.

...immediately.

Message for Jupiter.

I repeat, message for Jupiter.

Clarisse has blue eyes.

It's been a long time, Monsieur.

It has.

Do you still see Miss Bess?

She still lives there.

When she's not with her Nazi.

He's not her first.

And he won't be her last.

I'm tired of rabbit!

Rabbit's alright, it's horse I can't stand.

Another of the '34?

It was their last bottle.

They always put a few aside...

for special occasions.

Another '34, please.

I'll see what I can do, sir.

Bravo.

I'm going for a walk by the river.

Take a fishing rod.

Slut!

The whole army's going up there.

Stop!

Three mornings I sat across the road

waiting for you.

You mustn't come again.

He could come here at any time

and everyone watches.

They'll have seen you

come into the building...

the patron and his wife from the caf.

Yeah, well, they don't think

much of you there.

Of course not.

And you don't care?

Did I ever care what people thought of me?

I'd like to believe that

once you cared what I thought.

Why, Gilda? Why this?

I never much liked my own company

you know that.

Yeah, but with one of them?

It's just a game.

Not now.

I'm glad you're alive.

You know about Mia?

She loved you, you know?

As much as I did.

You should go.

We could leave Paris.

Make our way to the coast.

I have the papers.

Don't be absurd.

Are you in love with him? This German?

Or is it just a convenience?

A business arrangement, like with Max?

For the duration of the exhibition?

The duration of the war?

Go out the back way.

When we were making love just then

you felt it as strongly as I did.

Yes.

Our bodies were always good together.

Forget about me, Guy...

as I have you.

You're out of my life now.

Hello, sir.

When they told me you'd been sitting

at a caf three mornings in a row...

I didn't believe them.

Now I find it's because

you were waiting to see an old girlfriend.

A girlfriend who happens to be

hobnobbing with a German officer.

Do you realise the risk you're taking?

The risk you're taking with all of us here?

You're lucky you didn't

wake up with your throat cut.

Did you know she was involved

with a German?

Yes, sir.

And yet you still went to see her?

I've known her a long time.

I've a good mind

to have London pull you out.

They won't have it, because there's no one

with your credentials...

can come in at this short notice.

I won't be seeing her again.

If you do, I'll kill you myself.

Do you still trust him?

Do we have a choice?

Can you stay?

Just for an hour.

You're so beautiful.

It was the right size, yes?

I feel very special.

One day, I will get you stockings.

When the war is over.

When the war is over.

I understand.

Keep me informed.

I want to speak your language.

You promised you'd teach me.

But we have our own private language

you and I.

And when the Allies win the war...

we'll all be speaking English in our sleep.

To think, if I had been at Cambridge

one year later...

we might have met then.

Here we go again.

You seem a little far away tonight.

I'm here.

As you can see

we are focusing our attacks

on their lines of communication.

And we have a few surprises for them.

Looks like sh*t.

Smear it with sh*t, and it smells like it too.

But each one's powerful enough

to blow up a tank.

I wonder who's getting it tonight.

You were good at the meeting.

You got it just right.

I'm sorry I followed you that day.

No, you had every reason.

I know what it's like to love someone.

Thank you.

German whore!

What was that?

Please, Frans!

I didn't hear anything.

Why do you let them insult you?

If our roles were reversed

and this was Berlin...

you'd find yourself doing the same.

And expect to be punished.

I'm angry because- -

I don't want anything to spoil tonight

of all nights.

Why tonight?

Because...

Because it's your birthday.

You've always refused to tell me

my darling.

And I know it's a woman's prerogative...

but I wanted to know so we could celebrate.

Forgive me, I checked your papers.

My puppet, you're upset?

But why? Thirty- three.

I thought 28 at most.

Open it. Please?

I repeat, the barn owl has laid its eggs.

The long sobbings of autumn's violins.

I repeat, the long sobbings

of autumn's violins.

So we're on standby.

What did you find out?

Codename Bisquet.

He's coming here for a meeting.

Did you get a description?

No, he passed out.

We're trying to revive him.

Do you have a light, Monsieur?

Yes.

Go down to the lavatories

and put on the clothes there...

my love.

They picked up the man

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