Head in the Clouds Page #6

you were meeting, Bisquet.

How did you- -

There's a bicycle outside.

You have about two minutes.

Remember Cambridge? The next morning?

How I dressed like a boy?

Gilda.

I had no idea it would be you.

Give me 30 seconds.

That must be him!

Bring them in.

Every week we get eggs from the farm.

Maybe you could make us an omelet!

The second man?

He went down to the toilets.

And the woman?

So did she.

Listen!

What happened?

Bisquet was picked up last night.

We just found out.

Who tipped you off?

The woman I went to see.

Straight from Gestapo HQ.

Back to his whore.

Blackout!

Bastard!

Shut up!

This is a surprise.

I thought you were on alert.

We've been stood down.

There's a storm in the Channel.

No invasion in this weather.

How was your day?

Puzzling. Frustrating.

But not anymore.

I was elated. In some way, somehow

she was on our side.

Before I could even think

of finding a way to see her...

events on a greater stage overtook us:

D- day.

Patrol!

What's wrong?

My knee!

Hide!

Let's go!

Take my hand.

I'll cover you!

Leave me here!

Go!

Get on!

That's enough.

Who do you work for?

Let me live.

Please.

For a few days I was looked after

by the priest.

And then I was flown back

to hospital in England.

I still had no clear idea

of Gilda's involvement in the Resistance.

All I knew was that in spite of everything...

when the war was over

we would be together again...

as Mia had foretold.

The Major will see you now, sir.

Just wait here for a moment, please.

Long time, Guy.

It is, sir.

The first contact didn't come from our side.

She approached us.

In fact, it was more than a year

before I discovered who she was.

When I realised it was Gilda...

I was as surprised as I'm sure you were.

Although I suppose you knew her

better than I ever did.

Her first lover

worked in Stlpnagel's offices.

She copied documents from his briefcase

with a miniature camera.

She's good with cameras.

Then passed them on through her contact

in a beauty salon.

The intelligence officer she's with now

is much more circumspect.

But one tip- off she gave us...

saved an entire escape line from infiltration.

And when you went to see her

you were putting all that at risk.

Why didn't she tell me?

You know why.

If you were caught and tortured...

It wasn't just for your own good.

Paris is in chaos.

The Resistance is trying

to liberate the city themselves...

and there's no possible justification

for sending you back there.

But she is very resourceful

as we both know.

I wouldn't worry about her too much.

It's not the Germans I'm worried about.

Of course, if you were to go

of your own accord...

I wouldn't do anything to stop you.

Look who's here!

Have you seen Miss Debrett?

Not for two days.

What's wrong?

Worried about your lover?

He's gone home to Hilde!

Why don't you ask the Gestapo?

The nerve!

You got my message?

I'm not coming with you.

Have you seen the people out there?

I'll be all right if I stay here.

When the Allies come- -

Why will you not come with me?

I can take you to Germany.

I know it won't be easy

but at least you'll be safe.

I don't love you, Frans.

Oh, God!

No!

One last kiss?

I got through! I spoke to my mother.

First time in 4 years!

That's great!

Tomorrow's my son's birthday. He'll be 6.

I just hope I recognize him.

Thanks for the lift.

You're pushing on?

We'll be in Paris tomorrow.

I know.

Will one day make a difference?

Well, my love

I'm trying to make sense of things...

of how I was, and how I am now.

Two whores together!

I only went with ordinary soldiers.

I never informed on anyone!

It's because of you!

You had an officer!

You passed on secrets!

They'll kill me because of you!

Take her out!

Where?

Get going!

Beat it!

Your lover

tortured my sister...

to death!

And many others.

All that time

you continued to sleep with him.

You don't understand...

Three days it took her to die.

Three days!

Compared to her

you'll be lucky.

Well, my love

I'm trying to make sense of things...

of how I was, and how I am now.

I have always believed

our first duty is to ourselves...

to live life to the full.

But I have also been haunted

by another conviction...

that everything is preordained

lying in wait...

and time is running out.

I seem to have charged through my life

in a kind of panic.

And looking back...

I feel I have achieved little of worth

beyond our friendship:

yours and mine, and Mia's.

Then one day I woke...

and found I had lost

the two people I cared for most.

Only then did I begin to realise that

we cannot live alone, aloof from the world...

and that to believe we cannot fight

against fate is an act of surrender.

You were right when you said that

once I cared for your opinion of me...

but wrong in thinking I ever stopped caring.

I love you.

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