Odette
- Year:
- 1950
- 105 min
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1
My name is Maurice Buckmaster.
I've been asked to say a foreword to
this story.
My only claim to do so is that, as
their commanding officer,
I knew intimately all the volunteers
who formed the French section of
Special Forces.
The Firm, as we called it sometimes.
And I know, therefore, that this
story is a true one.
The people you'll see on
the screen are playing,
as accurately as human
memory permits,
the parts of men and women who are or
were then alive.
Captain Peter Churchill, alias Pierre
Chauvet, alias Pierre Chamberlin,
known to us as Raoul, a British
officer,
was one of the first to land in
France in 1941,
by somewhat unconventional means.
'Under the very noses of an alert
Gestapo,
'one of the best radio operators,
'and certainly one of the bravest,
we ever had
'sent his messages to London.'
MORSE CODE BEEPS
'Lieutenant Alex Rabinovich, alias
Guy le Bouton, alias Gerard le Bouton.
'Arnaud was the name we knew him by.
'Arnaud was captured and executed by
the Germans in 1944.'
These two men, Raoul and Arnaud,
together with Odette,
were among the 400 men and 38 women
who volunteered for this hazardous
work in France.
'In her own words,
'Odette was a very ordinary woman.'
WIRELESS:
'At the recent combinedoperations raid on Bruneval,
'much secret equipment was carried
back to London.
'This was made possible by
photographs and models.'
Oh, please do not turn it off, Mrs
Ward.
But the news is all over. That's the
postscript.
But I want to hear the postscript.
All right.
'And particularly France and Belgium.
'So, remember, if you have spent
holidays abroad,
'look at those holiday snapshots
again.
'Don't send the photographs yet, but
write to the Admiralty,
'and state quite clearly where they
were taken.
marked "Photographs"
and addressed to The
Admiralty, London SW1.
'I will repeat that. The Admiralty,
London SW1.'
BUCKMASTER:
'A mistake in theaddress,
'and our fate is often bound
up in such things,
'was the reason why, on a spring
morning in 1942,
'Odette found her way to my office in
Orchard Court, Portman Square.'
Your slight inaccuracy in addressing
these photographs to the War Office
and not the Admiralty, may prove to
be of value to us.
What do you mean?
How would you like to go to France?
Go to France? Why, how can people go
to France now?
There are ways and means, you know.
You mean to tell me that people are
being sent to France by the War Office?
By the War Office? Good heavens, no.
They are a respectable institution.
They wouldn't do things like that.
Now, let me explain.
You're a Frenchwoman. You were born
in France
and lived there until you married
and came to England.
We need the help of people like you.
But I must warn you, if you do decide
to join us,
your work will be highly dangerous.
But I do not think that I am
qualified to do dangerous work.
I'm not clever. I am a very ordinary
woman.
Your children, of course, must be
considered.
But we badly need volunteers who know
and love France,
and who would, if needs be, lay down
their lives for France.
'It was in September 1942 that Odette
Sansom,
'alias Madame Odette Metayer, number
S23,
'known to us as Lise,
'completed her training.
'For her bravery and bearing when in
the hands of the enemy,
'Odette was awarded the George Cross,
'the highest British honour that can
be bestowed on any woman.
'This is her story.'
Au revoir, Lise. Good luck. Au
revoir. Merci.
And bring me back a bottle of Cognac.
Only one?
Well, there are 15 instructors.
Au revoir!
You tell us you married
an elderly husband.
Is he still alive?
No, he died in 1936.
Pneumonia.
I then went to live at Le Touquet.
Address, please.
7 Rue Victor Hugo.
When the war came, I went to the
south of France. Address?
37 Rue Clemenceau, St Raphael.
Sounds all right, sir.
Yes. Yes, I think so.
Now, where were you in December
1941?
December...
In December, I was at Cannes.
The Hotel des Alpes.
10 Rue de l'Isere. Good.
Well, that's your cover story.
Never vary that in any respect.
Now, your code number is S23.
And your field name, to us, is Lise.
Just Lise, always.
Yes. Je m'appelle Lise.
Oh, thank you, I do not smoke.
Now, Lise,
for months on end, you'll be living
a gigantic lie.
Waking or sleeping, you'll have to
be on your guard all the time.
And if you slip up,
there is not a thing we can do to
save you.
I understand.
Here's your French ration book, Lise.
It's now October '42, so the coupons
for September have been cut out.
And these are your medicines.
This one will give anyone you don't like
a pretty bad tummy-ache for 24 hours.
Drop it in his coffee.
And that one is a stimulant for
yourself,
if ever you need one.
Don't mix those two up.
Now, this is your lethal tablet.
In case you get into a jam and you
can't get out.
Swallow that and...
You think of everything, mon
commandant. We have to.
Well, that's about all, I think.
Au revoir, Lise.
Au revoir.
Oh...Major Buckmaster...
would you do something for me?
Would you have these letters posted,
one each month,
from Scotland? I have put the dates
on the back.
Yes, we'll arrange that.
Good luck, Lise. Thank you, Jack.
Oh, Madame Metayer. One thing I
forgot to ask.
Have you any children?
No, mon commandant.
I have no children.
This is Odette.
Thank you, I am very well.
Reverend Mother, I have to go to
Scotland.
If I am not here for the holidays,
my aunt will arrange
for the children to go somewhere
safe.
Yes, I do not want them to be in
London. It is too dangerous.
There they are now,
on their way to class,
if you'd like to speak to them.
I'll call them.
Oh, no! No, no, no, please. I could
not do that!
Sister Terese.
Could Francoise, Lily and
Marianne speak to their mother?
She's on the telephone.
Yes, Reverend Mother.
Marianne, Lily, Mummy's on the
telephone!
They're just coming. Here they are.
Hello, Mummy!
Hello! Wait a minute!
Francoise, I'm just going away to
Scotland.
In the FANYs.
Yes, darling, you have seen them
driving cars for officers.
That's right.
Now, Francoise, I want you to be a
good girl
and to look after Lily and Marianne.
And you will work hard, won't you,
darling?
You know your first report was not
very good.
Yes, I hated arithmetic too,
but you will try to learn it.
All right.
Goodbye, Francoise.
Hello, Lily.
And I love you with all my heart
too.
Darling...
darling, you will try to stop biting
your fingernails?
Oh, she put some bitter stuff on
them, did she?
Does she?
Goodbye, Lily.
Hello, my sweetie pie.
Have you, darling?
Does she shut her eyes when she goes
to sleep, like a real baby?
How lovely.
Goodbye, my darling and...
God bless you, baby.
Oh, no, Marianne, do not cry!
Do not cry.
Au revoir. Merci. Au revoir. Bonne
chance.
Qui etes-vous?
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