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Let me go!

Let my people go

We've heard a rumour about your friends

- from the Cafe de I'Azur. - Forget my name.

One o'clock, on the bench, newspaper.

No handkerchief.

And he should have a suitcase.

- You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.

He should be here by now.

Is that him? With the suitcase?

It's the wrong wardrobe.

What happened?

Did he get the book?

Did he?

- Shhh. - I'm sorry.

It's OK.

What's the key?

Fall to thy...

- What? - Fall to thy prayers.

Cyanide...

drilled into his tooth. He took the book.

They knew where we were meeting, what he'd be carrying.

They're closing in on us.

The courier?

But he gave us the key:

- "Fall to thy prayers". - Fall to thy prayers...

"How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!"

Act V...

scene V. Henry rejects Falstaff.

A microdot, in the 'i' of "ill."

- For you. - Finally.

Could you run the antenna for me?

Look at you! It's the latest model.

State of the art.

The tapper's improved.

It's 10% lighter too.

- It came at a pretty high price. - The courier didn't make it.

- Here's what I got from the microdot. - Let's have a look.

Thirty targets at zero hour.

I've only received background on six of them. Why?

We decide what you need to know.

I've been read in. I have a higher clearance

than my prime minister. How can I do my job if I'm not being kept informed?

Look, I'm sorry, Duncan. But there's that delicate matter of trust.

You'll have everyone by 1400 hours, Paris time?

They'll be there.

Good.

All teams report they've received their orders.

- They're in position? - They are.

But we have a casualty.

- Charlie, the courier. - Krystina?

The file Colonel Mayhew wanted.

I'll see he gets it.

He showed promise then he never got out of the gate.

We lost five last week, two of them women.

God willing, today will turn the tide.

I'll notify his family.

- You get used to it. - I'd rather not.

Sir...

I thought maybe you could pass this along.

It's for the Colonel's eyes only.

Thank you, Krystina.

All across the city, executions.

The targets are civilians...

every one of them.

Civilians?

Operation Rat Catcher.

Zero hour is 1400.

I guess we know what these are for, then.

Welrods. Silenced, and they don't trace back to any manufacturer;

makes it harder to know where they came from.

Germans don't know where to direct reprisals.

We all strike at once, so they don't know how many of us are out there.

Or how many of them are targeted.

So it's a morale operation too.

Get it done, melt away.

That should send a message. How many targets do we have?

Three.

I'll take this one. Neil. This one's yours;

- deals drugs and information. - Looks like a charmer.

He's considered violent and unstable.

Tom? Informant, black marketeer.

Tom?

Is this gonna be a problem?

What are you doing with that file?

How were these targets chosen?

Resistance cells passed on the name to Operations.

Operations culled the list and approved the targets.

I'd like that back, please.

Did you bother to match the intel with the source?

What, personally? No. We have people for that.

Some of these names are from a single complaint.

How do we know it's not neighbours settling scores?

Personal grudges?

Well, again, Sinclair, it's about trust. I trust my sources; they trust me.

Which is critical, because in our line of work

we don't often have the luxury of certainty.

- What are you really saying? - We don't see eye to eye.

- We share the same objective. - Your mission

is to supply resistance; you blow up a bridge.

You're supposed to bring in a physicist; you end up assassinating

- a very senior Gestapo. - We take initiative!

- We make complex choices! - And let's not mention losing

the Vichy mayor, who would have proven to be a very valuable

double agent, had you not let the enemy get there first.

- You know how it works! - You act without clearance.

You behave like a cowboy.

Which is fine in America.

And perhaps that'll be your next posting.

Don't think, don't hesitate. The more automatic it is,

the easier it'll be. You want to have a good little cry, do it after.

These aren't Frenchmen,

they're traitors. They may as well be wearing a swastika.

A market vendor?

And your guy, a baker?

There's a threat. He was 16 at Ypres. He's a hero of the Republic...

Then he should have known better than to sell out.

- How do we know that he even... - That's not our problem, Tom.

We're not the jury today. We're the sentence.

Look, I get the message. Just...

- don't ask me to like the tactics. - When was the last time you did it, Tom?

Took a life in the line of duty? When did you actually follow through?

Took a life? Follow through?

There's a simpler word for it, Neil. And yeah,

I'd rather not kill if I had the choice.

- What did you think we were gonna do here? - Come on, Neil.

You know the Chinese think courage lives down in the gall bladder.

How 'bout I crack you open? I bet we don't find any gallstones.

I bet we don't find any stones at all.

Oh, you mean like the kind of stones that it takes

to kill a kid tied to a pipe in a basement.

- Those kind of stones? - Say that again.

- You heard me. - Guys.

- Drop it, guys! - Did you not hear me?

- Say that again, Tom. - We could take this outside.

- Neil, enough! - What do you say?

Stop it! Stop it right now!

It's hard enough already without this.

They want me to stay here.

I'll pick up relays on the other agents and report back to Sinclair and Mayhew.

Harry, all this radio traffic...

Germans will be out there tracking signals. They already knew

about our courier and once the bodies start falling...

I'll be fine.

I don't wanna leave you on your own.

So who's gonna stay?

Come on, you can't leave Alfred here.

The heat will be on me more than you.

What I mean is...

he's not supposed to be taken alive.

Yeah, and Alfred is safer - everything he knows -

we're all safer if he's with you.

I'll be fine, don't worry. I promise you.

I'll keep moving. The Fat Men will never find me.

My gall bladder, it's like...

this.

All right.

- That was way out of line! - Shhh.

Listen to me. We decided as a team

that we couldn't risk taking that German with us.

- That he couldn't be trusted. - That's not the point!

And Neil is the one who carries the weight of that!

He gets blood on his hands so we don't have to.

Look, Sinclair and I worked it out.

I kept you out of the messy stuff as long as I could.

But today...

we can't protect you.

Don't think, don't blink, get it done,

and walk away.

Then I'll see you at the catacombs.

That burnt-out jewellery store back there...

The owner, Monsieur Fleischmann, he used to sweep the streets

nine times a day.

You could eat off that street.

Besnell's bookshop is gone...

no one looks you in the eye... I don't...

I don't know this place anymore.

Ich werde nach rechts gehen.

Ich glaube, das Signal kommt von der Seite.

It's north of here,

just across the bridge.

Hello, Simone.

How are you? How is your family?

They are well, thank you.

Ooh, that is very good.

- Oh, hello! - It's good to see you.

- So nice to see you. - They sent me a new wig, yes!

- Samuel. - Hello.

For your mother.

Thank you.

- Now you say hello for me, all right? - Mm-hmm.

- Hello, monsieur. - Hello, Simone.

Niemand da.

Hello, Simone.

It's all here.

- Thank you. Be careful. - Thank you, Simone.

This is it.

Hasn't been closed long.

You knew this man.

You and Rene... and your friends.