"(Heavy German artillery barrage)" "Blam." "Blam." "(incoming shell)" "BLAM." "I'm looking for Lieut." "Hanley." "That's me." "Well, you're wanted at Battalion HQ, Lieut." "What?" "Leave all this." "Heh heh." "Alright." "Tell Sgt. Saunders to take over." "Yes Sir." "BLAM." "BLAM." "Lieut." "Hanley reporting Sir." "Special orders came down from Division on you Hanley." "You're to proceed at once." "To the Cocktail Lounge at the Hotel Savoy in London." "I don't quite get the joke Sir." "There isn't any joke." "That's where you're to go." "I haven't got the slightest idea why." "(woman laughing at another table)" "(background chatter)" "(more laughter)" "I know it could be done, but normally it was at least that high." "I'll try it again." "I'm sorry old boy, but I'm afraid you've got your facts wrong." "A standard German infantry regiment consists of fifteen infantry companies." "No, no, no, no, twelve." "Innkeeper. (tap tap tap)" "Look." "I just did 2000 words for Colliers on the infantry man." "All the same, I'll wager you're wrong." "A...pound." "You are paying." "There's an infantry officer." "Take his word for it?" "Certainly." "Get out your wallet." "We're trying to settle a bet, Lieut." "Do you happen to know how many companies a German infantry regiment has?" "Sure, fifteen." "Huh huh." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "One pound please." "Thank you." "Oh, and thank you too Lieut." "Bye, gentlemen." "Ha ha ha ha." "Can't see how I blew it." "I just wrote an article for Colliers and I.." "Hey." "You uh, have been with the shooting war, haven't you?" "When did you get back?" "Recently." "What outfit were you with?" "US Army." "You don't have to clam up with me, soldier." "I'm a correspondent." "Credentials up to my eyebrows." "Ted Slocum." "Washington Press Service." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Slocum." "So," "What outfit are you with?" "When did you get back?" "Gone furlough, sick leave, or what?" "I got it." "You were wounded at the breakthrough in Sans Louis." "Next thing I know, you'll want to bet a pound on it." "Funny." "See ya around, soldier." "(background chatter)" "Lieutenant Hanley, please." "Lieutenant Hanley, please." "Well. that's me." "There's a telephone call for you, Sir." "End of the bar and to your left." "Thank you." "Lieut." "Hanley." "This is your contact,Lieut." "You are traveling under special orders 107." "Headquarters, 21st Infantry Division, Date, 28th October." "Is that correct Sir." "That's right." "Come directly to #45 Garden Court, Flat #5." "Now -(Click)" "(Knock knock knock)" "Come in." "Close the door please." "Good evening, Lieut." "I hope you'll excuse the surroundings." "But we find cheap unfurnished rooms ideal for preliminary conferences." "We?" "Chief Intelligence." "My name is Williams." "Sit down please." "There's a photograph on the table, Lieut." "Would you kindly look at it." "You recognize the people?" "Yes." "It's the Barole family." "I understand the young man in the picture, Raymond Barole, was your room mate at college in the States." "That's right." "He was an exchange student." "After graduation, he, uh took me back to his home in France for a vacation." "Tell me, Lieut." "Did you see much of Raymond's father, Dr. Barole, during your summer stay?" "Quite a bit." "He uh, taught physics at the Sorbonne." "He was home almost every weekend." "We used to go fishing, every chance we got." "Raymond and his father and I." "I helped him with his English in the evenings." "Then you would say that you and Dr. Barole, considering the difference in your ages, were good friends." "That he liked you?" "Yes." "That he would trust you." "I guess so." "Dr. Barole's an important physicist today, Lieut." "And vital to the war effort." "In what way?" "In many ways." "The Germans, of course, want him to work for them." "He'd never do that." "No." "As a matter of fact, he's quite anxious to work for the Allies." "Of course, he can't manage that till he gets out of occupied France." "Which brings us to you Sir." "And the reason for your presence here." "Do you follow me?" "Not quite." "A month ago, Lieut., we contacted the French underground resistance fighters." "And set up a scheme to get Dr. Barole and his family out of the country." "It failed abysmally." "Was Dr. Barole caught?" "No." "He got away." "By the skin of his teeth." "What happened?" "We're not sure." "Somehow, German Intelligence was onto us." "Perhaps they deciphered a radio message." "Perhaps there was a double agent within the Maquis itself." "At any rate, a week ago, we learned where we can contact Dr. Barole." "It's a village outside Ebinau." "Not too far from the Swiss border, but still in occupied France." "Now." "We want to get him out of there, and we need your help." "What can I do?" "Dr. Barole is skeptical now, of whom he can trust." "Therefore the go between, the one who gets into the French village disguised as a Frenchman and contacts him, must be someone Dr. Barole is certain isn't luring him into the hands of the Gestapo." "Someone whose integrity is beyond question." "Like an old family friend who," "Also happens to be an American army officer." "Precisely." "Will you help us?" "No." "Why not?" "Well." "I'm not a spy Mr. Williams." "I, I'm an infantry man." "I don't know the first thing about spying." "You don't have to." "An American agent will be your team mate." "A chap who's made countless jumps behind enemy lines." "Jumps?" "You parachute in?" "Believe me Sir." "It's safer than walking." "Well." "What about getting out?" "Shall we discuss ex-filtration, once we know you're willing to infiltrate." "The plan itself is really quite simple, you know." "The Maquis will take you to Dr. Barole's daughter, Marie." "She in turn, if convinced you're a legitimate contact, will take you to her father." "Why Marie." "She's just a child." "Why not Raymond?" "Raymond Barole's dead." "Lieut." "He was killed by the Gestapo, during our last attempt to get his father out." "I'm sorry." "Proves how wrong you can be." "Raymond was, sure, he was going to be the world's, greatest architect." "Alright, Mr. Williams." "I'll do it." "Why?" "For sentimental reasons?" "You can't breathe life back into Raymond Barole, you know." "I didn't think I could." "Lieut." "Hanley." "This is exceptionally hazardous duty." "You'll have only the small Maquis group in the village." "And the man who jumps with you for help." "Do you still want to go?" "I do." "And my reasons, Mr. Williams, are personal." "Of course." "Welcome to the fold, Lieut." "And now I should like you to meet the American Intelligence Officer, who will go in with you." "What outfit did you say you were with again, Lieut." "You sure make a good newspaperman." "Foreign correspondent is the term pal." "Unpleasant correspondent is the full title lively." "A realistic touch, don't you think." "He fooled me." "Ha ha ha." "Well." "You better get cracking Ted." "I'd say, start him at the moles." "They're little people that live in an attic." "They're good agents down from head to foot, past and present." "Here we are gents, Gestapo Headquarters stationery." "Watermark included." "Pure blood by the hamburg." "Fantastic." "Aw, Tom." "It's one of the best things I've done." "Yup." "By the way." "What would you chaps be wanting?" "French villager's credentials." "Low vellum." "Oh." "Is that all." "Right-o." "He was in jail for counterfeiting 6 months ago." "He laughed at us with the Frenchman's normal pocket papers." "Police identification cards, photos of the family, and that sort of thing." "And here, a recent love letter from a wife, a girlfriend." "And for a Frenchman, sometimes both." "Actually, in the five steps in turning out an agent." "Secluding, training, authentification, dispatching, communication." "This way." "Authentification is probably the most important." "An agent working in an occupied country must wear the clothes of that country." "Down to the buttons, and the way they're sewn on." "Americans, for example, sew the 4 little holes criss-cross." "Europeans, in parallel." "You don't miss a trick, do you." "Can't afford to." "We almost lost an agent in Paris last week because a storm trooper noticed that his weekend pass, He was posing as a Wehrmacht soldier on leave." "Had been initialed in pen, rather than red pencil the way the others were." "Wh.." "How did he get away with it?" "Bluff." "He said he'd initialed it himself so he could keep a date with a gorgeous girl." "(German)" "It was you?" "Now back to you." "Since you're only going to be with us for this one operation, we're going to skip the usual agent's training." "Schools in radio, cartography, microfilm, sabotage." "Language Refinement, the whole kit and kaboodle." "Concentrate on, first" "Physical authenticity." "Second, parachute jumping." "When does that start?" "Tomorrow." "Takes a week." "I'll be in Lisbon meantime." "My bureau chief wants a thousand words on, believe it or not, intrigue." "and neutral capitols." "Your cover's real then." "You are a writer." "Um huh." "Is that what you did before the war." "Journalism." "No, no." "I was a" "You won't laugh." "No." "I was a language teacher at a girl's finishing school." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" "Alright alright." "Come on." "We got more work to do." "Say." "Wait a minute." "You know, we're going to occupied France." "I don't speak French." "Say bonjour." "Bonjour." "Bon soir" "Bon soir" "See how fast you learn." "Come on." "Oh." "Just the chaps I'm looking for." "Trouble?" "I'm afraid so." "Item one comes from our agent in Frankfurt." "Net closing around Barole." "Urgent you make contact at once." "Item two." "Washington." "Barole work vital current effort." "I suggest you jump in tomorrow night, gentlemen." "What about my parachute training?" "Looks like you jump first, learn later Lieut." "Uncomfortable." "Inside and out." "Let's run it down again." "Okay." "How many Maquis can we expect when we touch down." "Three." "Two men and a woman." "Their signal to us?" "A hand clicker." "We move towards the sound." "Right." "What if you find the Maquis, but not me." "Say, I'm killed in the fall or get lost in the woods." "The Maquis take me to wherever Marie Barole is hiding." "She, we hope in turn, takes me to her father." "Question?" "Is Marie living under her real name now." "No." "Only the Maquis we meet will know who she really is." "Only she knows where her father is." "Right." "(Flak guns fire on plane)" "Like that?" "Yup." "Welcome to occupied France." "Is it always like this when you cross over." "No." "Sometimes the Luftwaffe chases." "Never complain about a muddy fox hole again." "We're target, minus 10." "Isn't this about the time when you ask, uh.." "Are you scared Lieut." "Uh uh." "That comes later." "They have arrived." "Go, go." "Click." "Click" "Click" "We knew at a glance it was you's coming in." "This works up a sweat." "Yes." "They have a plan." "They don't know where Dr. Barole is, but they do know where we can find Marie." "She works as a laundress." "The Germans don't know who she is?" "No." "I hear someone." "Get down." "Germans." "We should move out." "With the Americans, we should go." "Agreed." "That's for you and the girl to.." "I speak English." "Come." "We go to the road, with George." "George." "It's us." "Are they already finished." "No, not yet, but soon." "The German have forbidden us to be outside the village after dark." "I hear a car." "A patrol car." "Go tell the others." "Halt." "(German)" "(German)" "There are two Boche coming closer." "No, go hide." "Hide." "Your papers please." "Pardon?" "Sir, your papers." "Ah." "Yes sergeant." "It's okay." "Par bench pize a pas ca.?" "Get going." "Yes, yes." "Hold on a second." "But here." "Your jacket?" "He, he." "Go" "No." "Go away." "Hurry up." "A thank you." "(German)" "(German)" "(Knock knock knock)" "(Knock knock knock knock)" "Who is there?" "I am Aden Neige." "I have an important message." "One minute sir." "Good evening Miss." "Are we alone?" "It is you, Gil." "Oh." "Gil." "We have come to take you and your father out of France." "I'm an American intelligence officer." "We want to take you and Dr. Barole to England." "A, and you are also an intelligence officer?" "No." "I'm a Lieutenant in the infantry." "I was sent so that you'd know you were not being deceived into." "Speak more slowly. please." "I've spoken no English so long now." "Of course." "I was sent." "so that you would know you are not being tricked." "into showing your father's hiding place to the Germans." "I see." "And do you believe?" "Where is your father?" "Beneath the floor we're standing on." "I would not trust anyone after what happened." "Even the Maquis." "Marie has made many trips away from here, to give the illusion I was hiding elsewhere." "I would have been captured long ago, if it were not for her resourcefulness." "The Marie I remember was not very resourceful." "She was a little girl with pigtails, and a dirty face." "I suggest we have this conversation when we reach Switzerland." "We have to leave tonight, you know." "Ce soir." "Tonight." "But that's impossible." "Pourquoi." "Why?" "Why, my notes, my work." "Oh, hundreds of formulae." "I could not go without them." "Uh." "It represents ten years of research." "Where are the notes." "Hidden here under garage." "I was afraid of capture the night I arrived." "I had not stopped running for 12 hours." "So I hid my notebook, first chance I had." "I" "Where exactly is the notebook hidden, Dr. Barole." "In the cafe." "In the village." "What cafe." "What's the name of it." "Uh, La Cher Rouge." "It belonged to a loyal Resistance fighter." "But he since was killed." "Today the cafe is owned by a collaborator." "Where in the cafe are the notes hidden?" "In the wine cellar." "In the far corner are ledger books." "My notebook is below them." "What time does the cafe close, Marie." "Whenever the last German soldier leaves." "It is their entertainment centre." "Sometimes they drink until morning." "(German)" "(background chatter, organ music))" "(party on)" "It's nine o'clock." "I want us to leave by 11." "Now where can we meet." "Some nearby landmark." "Easy for you to reach." "For us to find." "What about coming back here?" "The sentries we passed." "Coming and going once a night is alright." "Twice, could arouse suspicion." "Where can we meet?" "L'eglise." "The church?" "Is it open at night?" "Oh, yes." "Alright." "We pick you up there, inside." "All bring nothing." "It could arouse suspicion if you're stopped by a patrol." "No extra clothes, money, or food." "You understand." "Soon papa." "No more German boots." "Soon, no more German boots." "(marching footsteps)" "(German)" "(German)" "(German)" "(German)" "Forward." "March." "Okay." "The Maquis, are in a garage around the corner." "Tell them where and when we rendezvous with the Baroles." "I'll see you back here in an hour." "Where are you going?" "To take a walk." "You're gonna pick up that notebook." "What are you going to do?" "Just walk in that wine cellar like you belong there and pickup the book." "That's usually the best way to do it." "Isn't getting Dr. Barole out enough, without having to get the notebook?" "No." "You heard what he said about ten years of work." "You're asking for it." "Why?" "Why does an infantry officer go charging into a town full of German machine guns." "It's your job." "That's why." "This is mine." "Period." "I'll look for you here in an hour." "If I'm late you go without me." "So long." "Good evening Sir." "Good evening." "(lively chatter, organ music)" "Hello Sir." "Would you like a beer." "Lime." "Wine kicker." "Do you have a red beaujolais." "It's good." "It's terrible." "You bring me a better wine ." "It is a fine beaujolais." "It's very good." "Eh." "Hey, officer Commander, I have an exquisite Beaujolais." "Up here, ah." "Among the best beaujolais in the world." "It is their best." "This wine is no good." "Bring me another bottle." "Yes, forgive me officer." "Forgive me." "(Cop whistle is heard upstairs)" "Gestapo." "(music is shut off) (Orders being given to German soldiers.)" "What did the Gestapo say?" "I do not know." "We have new orders." "They were told to assemble at the church." "The church?" "The church." "They know about us." "They're not going there to pray." "Who did you tell about where we were to meet the Barole's?" "Just the three of them." "Lily, George and Andre." "You think one of them could be a traitor?" "You tell anybody else?" "Of course not." "Then one of them is a traitor." "What happens now?" "Can you find the Barole's place?" "From here alone?" "Yes." "Can you also find the field we landed?" "Get the Baroles out to the field." "I'll join you just as soon as I can know about who we can trust in the Maquis and who we can't." "Why bother?" "We got the notebook." "We got the Baroles." "Let's go." "Go where?" "We need the Maquis, those we can trust, to get us to Switzerland." "We'd never make it without them." "Especially with an old man and a young girl along." "Now how do we find out who we can trust?" "That, my friend, is what Mr. Williams would call a cracking good question." "Sure." "I'm going to get with each one of them separately." "Andre, Lily, George." "Tell them that the rendezvous place has been changed to a different spot." "And I'll pick them all up ten minutes before rendezvous time." "No more talk." "Get the Baroles out to the field." "Go." "Out in the open all the way." "(knock knock knock)" "Yes, it's me." "What is it?" "The place has changed." "The meeting spot." "Behind the hotel." "Remember." "Understand." "Yes, I understand." "Ya ya." "Yes, at the warehouse." "I understand." "Why the new meeting place?" "The church is too public." "Even late at night there are people there." "My mistake." "I'll pick you up in ten minutes." "We'll drive to the garage." "Pick me up." "You have a car?" "The German officer can do anything." "Heil Hitler." "Heil Hitler." "Where are you going?" "The garage is back there." "No, no, in front of you." "Why are you stopping the car?" "Yes, why?" "Where do we rendezvous with the Baroles." "Lily?" "At the garage." "Andre." "Where is the meeting?" "At the old Hotel." "Behind the hotel?" "No." "The garage." "Where is the meeting George?" "At the warehouse." "The warehouse." "Behind the hotel." "The garage." "Why does each one give a different answer?" "Because I told each one of you a different place." "Why?" "Where are the Baroles?" "Which place?" "None of them." "Are you mad?" "I know that one of you is a traitor." "(train whistle can be heard)" "No." "Yes." "To prove it, I told each one of you we were meeting the Baroles at a different place, knowing that the traitor, in turn, would tell the Gestapo." "Now I'm going to drive to the church." "The original rendezvous." "Then, we'll climb the bell tower where we can see all around." "See where the Gestapo goes." "See who has given us away." "I told each and everyone of you that we were meeting the Baroles at a different spot." "Because I think one of you is a traitor." "The guilty one will have already spoken to the Gestapo." "Right now, I am going to the church." "We will go up the bell tower to see." "See where the Gestapo goes." "Who?" "is the traitor." "(train can be heard chugging rapidly)" "Okay." "Let's go to church." "(Train whistle blows)" "Andre." "No." "Halt." "Halt." "Bang." "Halt." "Bang." "I cannot walk anymore my dear, that's all." "I don't think he can go on without rest." "He doesn't have to." "We're in Switzerland now." "Uh." "And beyond the range of rifle fire from the border." "Oh Merci." "At the border." "Ah." "Why don't we rest first, huh." "Talk later." "Very nice place, Switzerland." "I was thinking about" "Lily?" "What made the girl a traitor?" "Who knows?" "Love, hate, money, stupidity, loyalty...to the other side." "You sound as if it doesn't matter to you." "I can't afford to let it." "If I did I don't think I'd go back in again." "You're going to go back in, aren't you?" "Not before I buy you a drink in London." "I'll take you to the foreign correspondent's club pal." "I've got an expense account there." "Ha ha." "I'd forgotten about that Ted Slocum." "Bet I know something else you forgot about too." "That uh, muddy war in Normandy." "Any how, that drink in London comes first." "Subs by Jack T."