A Call to Spy

I already told you,

I don't know anything.

Please don't.

Your name?

I already told you, Brigitte.

Your real name.

Brigitte.

Liar.

I swear on my mother's life.

In other news, Nazi forces now occupy,

Poland, Austria, Denmark, Norway,

Czechoslovakia, Belgium, Netherlands, Luxembourg,

Yugoslavia, Greece, and Northern France.

Hitler is now poised to cross the English Channel.

I told the gentleman's parents

it was a car crash, no survivors.

They were only there six weeks.

The Germans are locating our signals

faster than anticipated,

and there was a slip up.

One of the agents was carrying British cigarettes.

We're all such bloody amateurs.

Ms. Atkins they're waiting for you.

Mornings always get away from me.

This is a rudimentary operation,

there's hardly any intelligence to go on.

She arrives.

We need to talk replacements.

I want you in charge of recruiting some ladies.

What happened? I thought everyone was opposed.

Well, we went to Churchill,

he growled a bit,

but he agreed women will be more inconspicuous.

Then he said, "Good luck to you."

Would you train the women like the men?

We can't afford to scare them off.

They're civilians, not soldiers.

I have no idea of what they're getting into.

Let's prepare them. Don't you think?

Ms. Atkins, make sure they're pretty.

For you or for the Germans?

Churchill has asked us to

create a secret army of spies.

I find the ladies ref section, France.

I can be ready for training next week.

Good.

Excuse me. Hello, I'm Vera Atkins. May I speak with you?

Yes.

United States embassy,

how may I help you?

Virginia, this just arrived.

Dear Ms. Hall. Thank you

again for your interest in becoming a diplomat.

Due to your condition,

it will not be possible for you to qualify.

Friends having a party tonight.

I can't.

You look like you could use a proper drink.

With the Blitz over I was hoping.

But things are still a bloody mess

and now with the refugees.

We certainly don't need anymore Jews here.

Well, Jews aren't really safe here either, are they?

More gin anyone?

Actually, I'm a whiskey man.

The British would never let the Germans

waltz in like that.

I can assure you, the French are

solid as a waltz. I was there,

I drove an ambulance in Paris before the surrender.

It's worse than the press reported.

Perhaps.

I plan to go back.

You can't.

Watch me.

We must get those bastards.

I don't believe we've met.

Vera Atkins.

Virginia Hall.

Dear President Roosevelt,

I'm writing to inform you of disturbing

discriminatory regulations in the US Foreign Service.

I am more than qualified to be a diplomat.

You should understand that disability doesn't mean.

No umbrella?

Never.

Tea or scotch?

Scotch would be lovely.

Please sit.

I'll get the chair wet.

Don't worry. I've been thinking about you.

I got a little carried away at the party, the gin.

Here you are an intelligent woman who,

I imagine, could live quite comfortably in America.

What brings you here, Ms. Hall?

Ever since I can remember,

I've wanted to be a diplomat.

I've been working here for years; Italy, Turkey, France.

I fell in love with the people, languages,

and I'm certainly not going to turn

my back on Europe now.

If only more Americans felt that way.

Why aren't you married?

Why aren't you?

I have a missing friend?

I'm so sorry.

A terrible verdict for anyone, don't you think, missing?

Do you have a fellow?

I had an accident, gangrene set in.

He didn't think it was terribly romantic.

Depends on who you ask, I suppose.

Let's be straight with each other, shall we?

Sure.

You and I both know that

America will never hire you to be a diplomat,

so I'd like to invite you to

try out for a club you can join.

A club for women like you who have lived in France,

know the language, and are

passionate about stopping Hitler.

Who are you?

Rumor has it you are

the best wireless operator

in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force.

Thank you. I believe

it's because I play the harp and the piano,

and signaling is like music.

There is a rhythm to it.

Indeed. Noor, why did you join?

We all have to play our part.

What is your part, Noor?

Sorry?

You were born in Russia to

an American mother and an Indian father who was Muslim.

A descendant of last Mughal Emperor, I understand.

Yes. My father was

a founder of the Sufi order in the West.

>and that is?

Sufism is an Islamic spiritual path

towards God by the means of peace and truth.

As are you, correct?

A lover of peace and truth.

Of course.

So why is this war your fight?

Because I am a British citizen

and I grew up in France as my home.

I cannot just stand by and let

the Nazis do what they're doing.

Is that all, Noor?

Well, actually, I also wish

that an Indian would win

high military distinction in this war,

because if a few of us could do

something brave in the allied service,

it might bridge the gap

between the Indians and the British.

Now I understand.

Noor, I called you here

today because I would like to invite you to

try out for a club unlike any other.

Welcome to my Scottish country home.

Not the type of place the Nazis would

expect to be a spy training center, is it?

Don't get too comfy,

many of you won't last a week.

Now, what is the SOE?

Affectionately, we call it our new

ministry of ungentlemanly warfare.

Here, we will train you in sabotage and subversion.

Those who excel will go to France as spies.

The rules, you've been given code names.

Do not disclose your real name to anyone here.

Each team's mission: acquire information,

build resistance, and set France ablaze.

Not at all indepliable

As I said, ungentlemanly warfare.

Get used to lady spies.

Noor, come over here.

What do you think,

do you think you can do that exercise over there?

Yes, ma'am.

Good. Let's show these boys how this war is won.

Yes, ma'am

Go ahead.

Two moves. Come on.

What's the matter with you. That's it.

Remember we only have 120 seconds

then we've got to get out of there.

Yes.

> > What are these bits going? Yes. The aerial terminal.

That's not the aerial terminal.

That's the aerial matching.

I was using the aerial terminal down there.

Here?

Maybe its that one here.

The mains battery. No, you're right.