Secret Mission Page #6

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- No, sir.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Raoul, please, please

stay indoors.

- You have no idea

how frightened I am.

- I have work to do, Michele.

And your friend? Where is he?

- I thought he was coming back.

- He will come back.

You'll see.

They're all right.

- When it's enlarged, will the

conventional signs come up?

- Yes, should do.

Look, there's

that coastal battery.

And there's

the Panzer formation.

Anyway, we've got some decent

targets for the bomber boys.

Now if only we could

find out more about

that underground control room.

Then we'd have the whole thing

in the bag.

You used not to worry like

this for Monsieur Raoul.

- What's the matter now?

- My hands. They're terrible!

Don't you worry.

He won't be looking

at your hands tonight.

Violette, you're a very silly

old woman.

Now run along.

Dinner's nearly ready.

You look as though

you've just stepped out

of one of these frames.

Monsieur Garnett,

I did not see you.

- What a lovely dress.

- Do you like it?

Yes, I do.

Makes you look...

I don't know,

it makes you look...

- You know what I mean?

- Not quite.

Well, it does.

Yet there's something missing.

I can't think what it is.

- Lipstick?

- No, it's not that.

Powder, then?

My nose is shiny.

No.

I know, a flower.

Let's go in the garden

and get one, shall we?

- Is it safe for you?

- Yes.

You know, I should like that

moon, but I don't, I hate it.

- What's wrong with it?

- Well, we ought to

get cracking soon.

- All I want is dark,

dark clouds.

- I see.

You may not believe it,

but this was once

quite a show garden.

How awful for you to watch it

gradually disintegrating.

- Is that the right word?

- Shall I give you some English

lessons, Monsieur Garnett?

I wish you would.

Then I could help you

with your French.

(LAUGHS)

- That's the first time

I've seen you laugh.

- You laugh a lot in England?

Yes, I suppose we do.

Must be the climate.

Here we are.

How do you mean, the climate?

Well, you wake up in the

morning and it's raining,

And you could get depressed

about it, but you don't.

You say to yourself,

"This rain, it is marvelous,

invigorating, inspiring!"

And inevitable.

- It rains a lot in England?

- Mmm, quite a lot.

But we don't mind,

we owe everything we've got

to it. Even our empire.

How do you make that out?

Well, what do you think made

people like Cook and Raleigh

And all the other Empire

builders go off in search

of new lands?

The spirit of adventure?

No, it was the rain!

They got sick of it,

so they went off to

find a better climate.

It makes me feel better

just to listen to you.

- In that case, I better

stay here for good.

- Would you?

- Oh, nothing I'd like more.

- Aren't you married?

Good heavens, no.

- Do I look married?

- You look as if...

As if you knew women.

Well, you know, between

20 and 30 I thought I did.

And then I reluctantly came

to the conclusion I knew

more about horses.

- What were you before the war?

- Soldier. Cavalry.

Oh, I went to India, Egypt,

I had a lot of fun.

- And now the fun is over?

- Yes.

The mechanized us.

You know, I shan't see you

till after the war.

That's awful.

Terrible.

I feel somehow as if...

- Am I falling in love

with you?

- Only for a moment.

My hands...

- What's the matter with them?

- They are so rough.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Sirens.

Come one, let's go.

There she blows.

We were thinking that...

Ah, here you are!

- We better go at once.

- But the dinner, monsieur...

Sorry, Violette,

we can't wait.

(EXPLOSIONS IN THE DISTANCE)

RAOUL:
I'd love to know

what goes on inside there.

Hurry up!

Get those doors open!

PETER:
Pretty careless with

no blackout around here.

(SOLDIER SHOUTS IN GERMAN)

Carry on.

- What's your name?

- Lieutenant Langfeldt.

- When did you arrive here?

- Two weeks ago,

Excellency.

Where were you stationed last?

I was transferred

from the Libyan front.

He's all right, Excellency.

He's the nephew of

General von Keitel.

Thank you.

They must not get away,

under any circumstances!

Send out patrols,

search all homes.

- Stop all cars!

- Yes, Excellency.

- Got a compass bearing, Red?

- Shh!

Sorry, thought I heard

something.

Yes, 1-2-6 magnetic.

That's the hanger, all right.

All we've got to do is

dynamite it, and it'll be

curtains for those Huns.

Wish I could do it myself.

- RAOUL:
Bloodthirsty,

aren't you?

- Come on.

I'll go first.

Stay close behind.

Why don't you come sit down?

You are only

upsetting yourself.

They've been gone two hours.

- And it will be two hours more

before they are back.

- I know.

Let's listen to

the English news.

Very softly.

Remember, Monsieur Richard

was shot for doing this.

(RADIO CLICKS ON)

ANNOUNCER:
Most encouraging

is the fact that

The French people

in occupied France

Are not afraid

of the daily increasing

threats of retaliation.

This reminds me of a game

we used to play as kids

called Follow the Leader.

(WHISPERING) Steady!

Come on, it looks

all right now.

- (YELLING IN GERMAN)

- (WHISPERING) Get back!

(YELLING ORDERS IN GERMAN)

What do you make of that?

I don't like it at all.

Here, Red, take those

photographs and slip back

to the village.

- Which way?

- Keep to this path for

about half a kilometer,

Until you come to

a little gate.

Then follow the hedge all

the way along. Peter and I

will shake them off for you.

As quiet as you can!

Come on, make a lot of noise.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

You all right?

I'm just not used to running,

that's all.

Let's make a dash for it.

Now!

- Where'd he get you?

- (PANTING)

Get away, you fool.

They'll never find me.

Get away!

- How bad is he?

- He's alive. I'll get him back

to the chateau.

- No, I'll take him.

- No, you go back

to the village.

You've got the stuff

that matters.

- Beat it and meet me later.

- But I don't...

-You'll do as I tell you!

- Quickly, they're coming!

- Right.

JOUVET:
May the peace and

blessing of almighty God

Descend upon you and

abide with you forever.

Amen.

Don't go away, Violette.

I am not going away.

More light, please.

That's better.

Now I can see you all.

- I am sorry to be

dying like this.

- You have done well, my son.

- You won't hold it against me

that I was shot as a spy?

- You're a free Frenchman.

One day, all France

will be free.

The French people have not

lost their faith.

France has been defeated

before, but always she

triumphs in the end.

Through bitterness and

suffering, has gained

strength.

Only surrender is shameful,

not defeat.

You should tell that to Rene.

Violette,

Tell him he must

go on fighting.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Quick, Father, into

the other room! They must not

find you here!

- How is he?

- His side's smashed in.

His ribs must have punctured

his lung.

Hello, Red.

So you got away all right.

Yes, old chap,

I shook 'em off.

Well done.

- (WEEPING)

- Don't cry, Violette.

I'm not crying.

Michele.

I'm home

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