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and would love to go with him someday.

We interrupt to bring

you a news bulletin.

The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor by

air, President Roosevelt has just announced.

The air raid is still on. The anti-aircraft

fire can be heard in a steady drone

as the attacking planes come in.

We will continue to receive reports which

will tell the story of what is to happen

in the months

that are to come.

For me, there would be

no symphonies with Ed.

Just the sound of drums,

as America went to war.

Goodbye,

dear I'll be back in a year

Cos I'm in the army now

They took my

number out of a hat

And there's nothing a guy

can do about that...

What Pearl Harbor also did was bring

Ed Leland's uniform and true identity

out of the closet...

that of a full-ranking military colonel

working for the OSS in Washington.

His job:
To co-ordinate information

coming from behind enemy lines.

- So you accompanied him to Washington?

- To the Washington airport.

But our journey

together ended there.

- I want you to set up an office for Andy.

- It came as a complete surprise to me.

Everything he said that night

came as a complete surprise.

I'm continuing on.

Continuing on?

To where?

I don't know.

I can't say.

What does that mean?

It means things change.

Is not the right time for us.

I don't want you to be waiting.

I don't wanna be,

either of us, worrying.

But, Ed, whas a war for

if not to hold on

to what we love?

Colonel!

Hey, Colonel!

Goodbye.

He said he'd be in touch with me,

but he never was.

And no one ever

knew I loved him.

While America went to war,

Ed disappeared in Europe.

And i disappeared into the

Information Center of the War Department,

a basement where

hundreds of women toiled,

sorting, filing and distributing

information about Germany.

Linda.

"Trooper".

And where I secretly searched

for clues about Ed Leland.

Clues and words such as "Trooper",

which I found out was Ed's code name,

and "Camp Brady",

which meant "behind enemy lines".

I knew he was travelling,

and into dangerous places.

I also knew

I didn't wanna care.

I'll be seeing you

In all the old

familiar places...

Six months into the war, Europe still

belonged to Hitler and Mussolini.

American boys were being lost by

the thousands on Pacific islands

with names like

Corregidor and Bataan.

And the man named Ed Leland had

disappeared from the face of the earth.

When spring came to Washington

he was all I thought about

because I believed

that wherever he was

the sheer force of my love for him

would keep him safe, keep him alive.

Excuse me, I noticed you looking a

bit lonely. Would you like to dance?

- No, thanks.

- You sure?

I will.

In everything

thas light and gay

I'll always think

of you that way

I'll find you in

the morning sun

And when the night is new

I'll be looking at the moon

But I'll be seeing you

And I'll be seeing you

In every lovely

summer's day

In everything that's

light and gay

I'll always think

of you that way

I'll find you in

the morning sun

And when the night is new

I'll be looking at the moon

But I'll be seeing you

- At ease, gentlemen.

Good evening. - Sir.

Hello, Linda.

Hello, Ed.

What brings you to town?

I had to come in for something.

I'm gonna be here for a while.

That's great.

Would you like to dance?

Nah.

You're busy.

Come on.

I don't wanna dance.

Would you all excuse us

for a couple of minutes?

Yes, sir.

We'll be over there, OK?

How you been?

Not great.

No?

No.

- When did you start smoking?

- I don't know.

Kind of a silly thing

to do, isn't it?

I'm a silly girl, Ed.

I think you're

living proof of that.

Sorry to hear you're in the basement.

It wouldn't have happened if I was here.

I spoke with Andy, and he'll keep

his eyes out for a better job.

I told him I'd quit

if he doesn't.

You can work for me while I'm here.

I can always use a good secretary.

This is all so civilised, Edward.

That's what you like, isn't it?

Civilised people.

Polite ladies with pedigrees

who look good at the opera,

who never make

you laugh too hard

and never make

you feel too much.

I've had a lot of time to think about this,

and don't tell me is the war...

When I've been waiting

for six months to hear if

you're dead or alive, and you

waltz into a nightclub.

- Linda, I came in last night.

I was gonna call. - Go to hell!

Careful. You might have

to admit that you know me.

- Linda, it is the war.

- You're so noble, Ed.

Did I promise you something?

If I did, I'd like to know.

Excuse me,

I thought the lady might like to dance.

The lady is busy.

I'd love to dance.

I'll always think

of you that way

I'll find you in...

- I'm cutting in.

- Don't let him.

Excuse me, but the

young lady doesn't...

Don't try it! I'll leave here with

your Adam's apple in my pocket.

What do you want from me?

I want you to stop feeling

sorry for yourself.

No, you want me

to stop feeling.

Like you.

Good night, sweetheart

All my prayers are for you

Good night, sweetheart

I'll be watching for you...

You did love me,

didn't you?

I couldn't have been wrong.

You weren't.

Well, then how do you stop?

Cos I want to.

for youSo I'll say

Good night, sweetheart

Sleep will banish sorrow

Good night, sweetheart

Till we meet tomorrow

Dreams enfold you

In my dreams I'll hold you

Good night, sweetheart

Good night

His name was Albert Eckert.

You know his file by the code name "Zipper".

A society dress designer,

popular with the

wives of high-ranking

SS officials in Berlin.

That is until last Wednesday at 1400

hours when he was last seen

by our senior operative, Sunflower,

buying roses at a marketplace.

This photo was taken one hour later,

at 1500 hours.

Maybe somebody didn't like

his latest dress design!

That man put

his life on the line,

which is more than anybody

in this room is about to do.

- You're looking to replace him?

- Immediately, but it won't be easy.

His access to information was his

close relationship to Hedda Drescher,

wife of Horst Drescher,

a social-climbing young Nazi

who ingratiates himself

to his superiors by hosting

elegant dinner parties

in his beautiful home.

A home which was appropriated from

one of the finest Jewish families in Berlin.

The simple genius of Eckers method

was to bring Hedda a new gown

for each of these social occasions

and help her get dressed in the study,

where he was allowed to linger for a

glass of port when the party began.

At which time, he'd lock the door

and microfilm certain documents

that Drescher was in the habit of bringing

back from the War Office-like this.

And this.

And this.

Documents which

lead us to believe

that somewhere in Germany

scientists are developing a bomb,

that can fly by itself.

So I think you all can see the urgency

of the situation. Lights, please.

We need someone to get back

into Drescher's study, and fast,

find out where this work is being done

and stop it, before it goes any further.

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