Wish Me Luck (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript

Now working in London with Cad and Faith,Liz has to inform Vivien Ashton that her husband was one of several spies shot by the Germans. Vivien,who has worked in France as a wine importer and was an actress,offers her services as an agent,as does young WAAF wireless operator Emily Whitbread,and both prove resourceful in training. Along with Colin,who has been training as a group leader they will be sent to Southern France,where Emily will pose as the relative of widow Marie Ferrier,whose son is in the Maquis. Kit returns to England,to be met by Liz,though their conversation is awkward.

[chime]

[music playing]

Execution, Commander.

[intense music]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

[suspenseful music]

[non-english speech]

[gunfire]

[intense music]

Take a good look.



This is what happens to
terrorists and criminals.

[intense music]

[bell ringing]

They've shot them.

Bastards.

I wonder they didn't round
up half the town with them.

Two of them are not
much older than Luc.

I said they were
taking too many risks.

Crazy English.

It's for us they were
taking them, Father.

We must get word to, Louie.

Luke could go.

Luc.

[intense music]



[chicken squawking]

[intense music]

Louie.

It's important we get
in touch with Eric.

[music playing]

[typing]

[music playing]

Morning Faith.

Morning.

I've got those false
messages for you.

Want to hear the latest gems
from the of Volfer Penn?

Ah, sorry, Ned, not now.

All three of them.

Three of our best men too.

Christ.

It was the whole section.

How did they get onto them?

No one seems to know.

Bad security, I suppose.

Some bloody Frenchman
talking too much.

Well, the families
will need to be told.

I'm afraid I shall have
to leave it to you, Liz.

I'm seeing recruits all day.

There had to be a first time.

There will only be
two lots to contact.

Bob Mattingly didn't
want his mother told.

She's very ill.

So we get the good
news notes going?

For the moment.

And the others?

Donald Cooper's
parents live in Scotland.

You'll have to send
them a telegram.

- And what about John Ashton?
- There's a wife.

Richmond?
I better go and see her.

What do we tell them?

The minimum,
that their husband

or son was killed in action.

But since he was engaged
in special duties,

we can divulge no details.

But there may be
particular requests.

If so, they'll be on file.

How many times have
you have to do this?

Too many.

It doesn't get any easier.

And now, we start
looking for the next lot.

Hm.

They seem to get
younger all the time.

[church bells ringing]

This must be it.

I'll wait for you in the park.

You don't have to, Miles.

I didn't have to take
my leave this week either.

How long will you be?

I don't know.

It could be less
than five minutes.

I hope so.

Oh, that's nice.

Well, you don't think I want
you going out there, do you?

[traffic noise]

[birds chirping]

[door buzzer]

Mrs. Ashton?

That's right.

My name's Elizabeth Grainger.

I'm attached to the War Office.

I work for the same organization
that your husband did.

So it really does exist.

I was beginning to wonder.

[birds chirping]

Did.

[birds chirping]

You better come in.

I see you're a Girl Guide.

Yes, patrol leader so I'm
used to trailing and tracking

and all that.

You joined the WAF
straight from school?

Yes, I'm trained as a
wireless telegraphist, musical.

I've got a good ear.

But how did you
hear about our work?

Well, on the grapevine really.

There was a rumor that agents
were being sent to France,

women as well as men.

The my CO called me in one day.

She said that people
like me were desperately

needed for special duties.

She's very cagey but I
guessed what she meant.

I said I would do
whatever I could.

Then I got your letter.

Why do you want
to go out there?

I don't know.

I thought I might be useful.

Is that the only reason?

Isn't it enough, I mean, just
wanting to help win the war?

We do badly need good
wireless operators, it's true.

But being a good operator
isn't the only requirement.

I do speak French.

How well?

I got a distinction in matric.

And I won the school prize for
languages, two years running.

Have you been to France?

Oh, yes, Paris.

How long were you there for?

Well Well, only six weeks.

But my French teacher was a
Parisian so I've had plenty

of conversation practice.

All right.

Let's talk in French for a bit.

[non-english speech]

VIVIEN ASHTON: Poor old Johnny.

How did he cop it?

Well, I'm afraid I
can't tell you that.

You see the nature of the
work we do demands absolute--

Oh, yes, I forgot.

Of course, hush, bloody, hush.

Well, for what it's
worth, your husband

was a very brave man.

Nobody could have served
his country better.

For Christ's sake,
spare me the cliches.

Well, in this particular
case, it's true.

Is there anybody I can
contact for you at all?

You've no children, have you?

No, ah, no family at all.

Johnny's parents are dead
as well as mine, thank God.

That must be the worst
thing of all seeing

your child die before you.

Yes.

Presumably he'll be
buried wherever it happened?

Well, after the
war it may well

be possible for his
remains to be recovered.

You make him sound
like a stray parcel.

I'm terribly sorry.

Johnny wouldn't give a
damn one way or the other.

He did make a
will before he left

and lodged it with your
solicitors, Wilcox and Bull.

Cock and Bull, Johnny
used to call them.

I'll go and see them.

I do know how you
must be feeling.

Oh yes?

Well, yes, my brother
was shot down over Germany.

Boy, I wouldn't have your job.

Is this what you do all
day, traipse around breaking

the news to people?

Well, actually
it's my first time,

which is why I'm
afraid I'm making

such a damn awful job of it.

I don't know about you, but I
could do with another snifter.

[non-english speech]

Yes, well, your
French is quite good.

Thank you.

But I'm sorry.

I'm afraid you'd never get
away with it over there.

You have a pronounced
English accent.

Isn't that part
of our training

to brush up on our accents?

Yours needs more than
brushing up, I'm afraid.

I could do it with practice.

I have a good ear.

Emily, out there, you'd
have to pass as a native,

not just with the German's.

You might get away
with it with them,

but with the French
people themselves.

Not all of them would be
on your side, you know.

I could do it, I know I
could, if you gave me a chance.

What about commitments?

How do you mean?

Are your parents alive?

Oh, yes, my father
is a doctor in Kent.

And do you have a
fiance or boyfriend?

I have a boyfriend.

He's in the RAF, too.

But we're not engaged.

And how would you
feel about leaving him?

Men are leaving their
girlfriends all the time.

He'd just have to lump it.

- I see you're a Catholic.
- Yes.

FAITH ASHLEY: Practicing?

Yes.

But I'm not about to take
Holy Orders or anything.

You do realize if
you were selected,

you might have to
lie to your parents?

Yes, but they probably
won't ask me very much.

I have two brothers
and four sisters.

And now they've
got evacuees too.

They tend to lose track.

Probably won't notice I'm gone.

[music playing]

So if you want anything at
all, please ring that number,

and they'll know
how to reach me.

Thanks.

[music playing]

[kissing sound]

How did it go?

[sighing]

Well, she didn't turn
me down there and then.

I'll know by the
end of the week.

Should we go and
have tea somewhere?

I've got a better idea.

We can go to my brother's flat.

He's away, didn't I tell you?

[radio voices]

Lawrence?

Hello darling.

Oh, you beat me to it.

I've started the supper.
It was the stew, I take it.

Yes, it was.

So how was your day?

Oh, mostly paperwork
for the court martial.

Yours?

More talks to trainees?

I had to tell a woman that
her husband had been killed.

One of your agents?

Yes.

Although she doesn't
know that, of course.

That could have been me.

What?

Well, that Ashley
woman coming to tell

me that you had been killed.

God, when I think back.

My wife playing spies
behind enemy lines.

You must have been mad.

[intense music]

[typing]

[phone rings]

Oh, Faith, I'm so sorry
I'm so late getting back.

That's all right.

I'd just about given you
up as a matter of fact.

No, I really am sorry.

It's just that I
promised to meet Julian.

How is he?

Still the rosy cheeked
schoolboy I used to know?

Goodness me, no.

He's a man now, well, almost.

Desperate to do his
bit, which is why

our chat went on for so long.

Joining up?

Oh, but Cad, he's so young.

I know.

Anyhow, how are we
doing on recruits?

Well, I'm recommending six
to be sent on the next course.

That's one I'm not sure about.

And who's that?

Emily Whitbread, the
young WAF telegraphist.

What's she like?

Very young, very determined.

Of course, the fact she's
already an experienced operator

is a terrific bonus.

Well, what are
your reservations?

Her French will
need a lot of work.

Well, see she gets it.

You know how desperate we
are the wireless operators.

Oh, no, Miles,
please, you promised.

I know.

But you can hardly--

I said we shouldn't
come back here.

You want it too, don't you?

Yes, but--

I'd be careful.

It's not just that.

It's just I'd rather--

Wait until you're married.

I know it sounds--

But you won't
even get engaged.

Come on, Em.

You could be off on some
damn course in a week or two.

Then God knows when we'd
see each other again.

I'm sorry.

I wouldn't lose
respect for you.

I might for myself.

Yes, I'll need to
see them all urgently.

[knocking]

Can you arrange an appointment
at Park Grove Mansions?

Yes.

Those false messages
you wanted for the BBC--

Afternoon preferably.

--to be sent out
at weekly intervals.

Thanks.

Thank you.

[phone rings]

Takes me back.

Could you tell which
were the phony ones?

Sometimes.

Kit was better at it than I was.

Any news of your brother
in arms over the water?

If you mean are they
bringing him back, no.

How long's the poor
sod been out there?

Over Every year.

Wonder he hasn't cracked up.

He's never asked to come back.

Perhaps he's got a bit of
French crackling hidden away.

Oh, for heaven sake.

It strikes me the only way
they get themselves replaced

these days is by being shot.

Why must he always
be so damn flippant?

Cad is looking for a
replacement for Kit, you know,

Liz.

[phone rings]

Yes?

Who is it?

And what does she
want, do you know?

All right, you'd
better put her through.

Special line for
you, Vivian Ashton.

Thanks for coming.

No, I told you,
if there's anything

at all that I can do to help.

There is.

I want you to fix for me to see
the big white chief, Colonel

James Cadogan, head of the
French section of the outfit,

or should I say, Organization
For the Infiltration

of Occupied Territories?

There, that took you
by surprise, didn't it?

[birds chirping]

How on earth did you find out?

I went to see Cock and Bull.

There was the will, of course,
and a letter from Johnny.

Telling lies went
against the grain.

Oh, I see.

And why do you wish to
see Colonel Cadogan?

I think that's my
business, don't you?

[birds chirping]

[music playing]

[flute and horn music]

[door buzzer]

[music playing]

Mrs. Ashton.

Colonel Cadogan, I presume.

How do you do?

Do come in.

Thank you.

Let me take your coat.

Thank you.

Why aren't you in uniform?

Oh, I only wear it
on official business,

otherwise I prefer to--

Remain anonymous.

And comfortable.

I suppose you're wondering
why I'm not in mourning.

Johnny hated that sort of thing.

I'm so sorry about John.

I regarded him as a friend
as well as a valued agent.

I knew him before the war.

Yes, I know.

We used to supply you
with wine, didn't we?

Is that how you
came to recruit him?

With his knowledge of France,
he was an obvious candidate.

We met there.

He was just starting out
in the wine business.

And I was an actress,
cabaret and doing

a season in gay Paris.

Whiskey?

Oh, yes, thank you.

I see your interest in
the theater remains.

I like the Piero.

Good.

I painted it.

Oh.

It's one of the
things I dabble in.

It's lovely.

Good.
Do sit down.

Thank you.

No thank you.

I gather you've done
some work for the NEFI?

If you can call it
that, keeping the big wigs

supplied in booze.

I go around the
big estates buying

up their cellars on the cheap.

But, I'm on the lookout
for more challenging work.

Anything in mind?

Hm.

[music playing]

You can ply me with Pol Roger
for the rest of the evening.

My answer will be the same.

Perhaps you underestimate
the persuasive

powers of the vintage.

I'm sorry Mrs. Ashton.

Oh, Vivien for heaven's sake.

And I shall call you Cad.

All right, Vivien.

But I'm afraid it's still
out of the question.

Why?
Is it my age?

I know I'm no chicken.

But Johnny was five years older.

Oh, age is not
necessarily a bar.

Because I'm a woman then?

Well, let me tell you, I have--

We have several
women on our files.

Mrs. Grainger, who came to see
you, was working in the field

until recently.

Never.

She didn't strike
me as the type.

That's why she made
such a good agent.

So if it's not
my age or my sex,

what have you got against me?

Well, apart from anything
else, it's less than a week

since you heard about John.

You haven't had time.

I don't any time.

Yes, you do.

You're in a state of shock.

It's far too soon.

Oh, all right, I'm
cut up about Johnny.

Well, for heaven sake, we
were married for 15 years.

But this isn't some sort
of hysterical reaction.

I'm not the hysterical type.

Look, Vivien, an
agent needs all sorts

of skills and abilities.

Johnny was good
enough for you.

Yes.

So what assets did he
have that I haven't got,

or would have the training?

I speak French as well
as he did, better.

I dealt with the
vineyard owners.

Did you?

VIVIEN ASHTON: I have all
his know how and more.

I may not be Sarah
Bernhardt, but I can

pass myself off as most things.

JAMES CADOGAN: I'm
sure you could.

And what about my
drawing, sketches

of buildings and whatever,
wouldn't that be useful?

I tell you straight, Cad,
you'd be mad to turn me down.

[music playing]

- Going to the Manor?
- Yes.

Hop in.

Thanks awfully.

It's a trek from the station.

Do you work there or are you
going on the training course?

Ah, what course would that be?

Oh, I can see you are
going to make a bumper agent.

Sorry.

I thought you might
be testing me.

Righto.

Let's start as we mean to go on.

I'm Solange.

Who are you?

I'm Zoe.

[soft music]

Have you heard
from Vicky lately?

Yes.

We had a letter yesterday.

It's full of school food and
gas mask practice and somebody

called Primrose Weatherby.

It's jolly good handwriting.

Yes, the spelling leaves
a bit to be desired.

This time last year, little did
I think that she'd be dug in

at boarding school
and I'd be-- well,

what am I, an ex secret agent.

You miss it, don't you?

Oh, it's ridiculous.

I know half the time I
was scared out of my wits.

But, yes, when Mattie went back
into the field, I envied her.

How is my old friend anyway?

Oh, she's-- she's fine.

Leading the Germans a merry
dance, I shouldn't wonder.

There's the work you're
doing now is essential,

too, you know.

Yes, yes, I know.

I know.

But it's-- it's not
that big out there.

You'll settle down.

Will I?

Well, perhaps you
could tell me how.

And that's one thing that
the outfit doesn't teach us.

You train us.
You change us.

You send us out there.

And then you bring us back and
expect us to pick up our lives

as if nothing had happened.

VIVIEN ASHTON: How did
that tune go again?

Which tune?

You know, the one-- the
one the French resistance

used instead of a password.

Oh.

(SINGING) Da, da,
da, da, da, dah--

That's it.

[humming together]

[horn music]

Oh.

[music playing]

You're inside the
in outside court.

Now, you need to get
into the main building.

And as it happens,
the door is locked.

So you'll have to
pick it, won't you?

Now, that's where you
girls have the advantage.

Give us an 'airpin.

Take your time, won't ya?

I don't think I will
ever make a cat burglar.

Oh, you know when
I've finished with ya.

[horn music]

And I bet he didn't
learn that inside test.

[music playing]

[gunfire]

[music playing]

[non-english speech]

What did I say?

That your boyfriend you
make love to the potatoes.

Oh.

[horn music]

Now, most of you would have
spent some time in France

before the war, probably
staying with family or friends

where the sanitary
arrangements were

rather less primitive than
those you'll encounter now.

Forget about baths.

And in the country
areas, you'll be

lucky if you can find
an outside lavatory,

let alone an indoor one.

So, just crouch down
whenever you're taking short

and hope there's not an SS
man creeping up behind you.

It's no joking matter.

Any more questions?

I'm looking forward to that
initiative test tomorrow.

Wonder what we have to do?

Cross a pool of sulfuric acid.

Moses.

Oh, it's nothing to it.

You make stepping across.

You'll find some blocks of
wood in the undergrowth.

How do you know?

I eavesdropped on a couple
of guys who did it yesterday.

But that's cheating.

Yes.

OK, Pierre, your
turn for the couch.

What's he like?

Like all psychiatrists,
mad as a hatter.

Hey, don't forget to tell him
your erotic sheik fantasy.

What do you have to do?

Well, first, you
look at a lot of blots.

And he asks you what you see.

And what do you see?

Blots.

But you don't say that,
you say, Churchill,

and spiders, and sweet pud.

And he asks you a
lot of damn fool

questions about your parents.

My God, if I told him the truth,
he'd have had a field day.

And you be careful what
answers you give, Zoe.

Tell him you're one
of seven children.

He'll say you're only doing
this from a subconscious desire

to be noticed.

Perhaps I am.

Well, so belly what?

It doesn't matter why
we go, as long as we do.

We all have our reasons.

Looks as if we'll
to turn him down then.

Can't have an agent
who talks in his sleep.

Pity.

Who's next?

Zoe, Emily Whitbread.

Now her report's very good, only
scraped by with the shooting.

But she passed everything
else respectably,

stamina, determination,
very good radio technique.

You were worried
about her French.

Yes.

Well, she's worked
like a Trojan.

There's still the trace
of an English accent.

Perhaps if we give her
a colonial background.

That covers a multitude of sins.

I'll leave that
with you, then?

Radio operator.

Next?

Peter Slade, Antoine, now
Major Duncan recommends we send

him on the leader's course.
- Oh, good.

That's just what I hoped.

I've got him penciled in
to replace Kit Vanston.

Who else?

Liz?

I'm sorry, Solange,
Vivien Ashton.

Ah, yes.

Now she appears to have
broken every rule in the book

and led, or rather thinks
that she led our psychiatrist

a merry dance, too.

Both he and Major
Duncan rate her highly.

They say she's resourceful,
strongly motivated.

She has a photographic memory.

But you don't like her?

She's all right.

Anyway, that's not important.

It's odd she didn't find
herself some worthwhile work

before, something more
edifying than keeping

the officers in wine.

And siphoning off
cases for herself.

Well, she probably needed
a trigger, like I did.

Well, the main thing
is she's keen to go.

She knows the area well,
got lots of good contacts.

That's a considerable bonus.

I think we should take her.

[phone rings]

Perhaps you could
find out if she

and Zoe would work as a team.

LIZ GRAINGER: Now,
before you leave us,

we setting you just
one final test to ah

see how you operate
in the field as teams,

which could obviously
have a significant bearing

on your futures.

Ah, Solange and Zoe, Yes,
nice little task of you.

I want you to steal a car.

It's chauffeur driven.

Belongs to the Chief
Constable at the county.

Have it it back here by dark.

[music playing]

All right, there's
the chauffeur.

Can't say he's
[inaudible] at all.

Off you go.
No time to lose.

Make up to him.

Find out when he'll be
driving his boss to work.

Wouldn't you be
better at that?

Oh, he mustn't see me.

My star performance comes later.

But what shall I say to him?

I don't know, just flash
those big baby blue eyes at him.

[birds chirping]

Excuse me.

CHAUFFEUR: Hello.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

But I wonder if
you could help me?

What are Cad's plans for
Kit when he comes back?

A good long leave
at first, I imagine.

He's going to find
it incredibly difficult

to acclimatize after this long.

He's got more than just
coming home to get used to.

[geese honking]

It'll be a home without
his wife and children.

Hm.

Is there any news on the
new leader for area seven?

No, not yet.

Cad's waiting on reports
from Zoe and Solonge.

[suspenseful music]

[horn music]

[theme music]

[knocking]

Come in.

Colin, good to see you.

Hello Cad.

How do you find
the leader's course?

Well, France was a
walkover compared to it.

Then you won't mind if we
send you back there pretty soon.

No, no, the sooner the better.

I never did enjoy
waiting in the wings.

Now um, which area
were you thinking of?

Seven, well away from your
previous stamping ground.

You'll be centered
here in Montoire.

It's become one
of our vital areas

since they occupied
Vichy, France.

The previous team did
quite a bit of ground work.

But since they were caught,
we've only just managed

to keep communications going.

I see.

What's resistance like there?

Very fragmented,
various local groups,

communists, free French,
whatever that means.

Oh, and there's a group
of the Maquis hiding

up here towards the Pyrenees.

So my job will be
to coordinate them.

Coordinate them, train
them, knock them into shape.

Ah, you may have
guessed, the Allies

are planning to invade France
in the not too distant future.

A lot will depend on the backup
we can give them from within.

Well, I'll do my best.

And of course, we'll
find you a watertight cover

story to account for your
exemption from forced labor.

Who else will be on my team?

Well, I'm hoping to
move a sabotage shadow

chateau from area six, Gaspar.

He's one of our best.

You'll meet up
with him out there.

The other two are women.

Um Mattie?

No, no.

She's busy elsewhere now.

But they're a good pair.

You'll meet them when they
finish their training, provided

they get through, that is.

[horn music]

[cheering and clapping]

We

Tell them we need
two planes urgently,

one to send a team
into the southeast,

the other to drop an agent into
Normandy together with some arm

supplies.

No, we'll need to land, because
we're picking someone up, too.

I-- I know all that, Reg,
but this is top priority.

Oh, would you be an angel?

I'm sure you can wangle it.

Oh, thanks.

Stupid old buffer.

How do they expect us to step
things up without any aircraft?

Just shows where we are on
on their list of priorities.

How are Colin's team making
out on the parachute course?

Better than expected.

Evidently Zoe's a natural.

Just as well since we're
having to rush them through.

They're going to be ready
for the next full moon?

Should be.

Can I leave safe house
arrangements to you?

Right, I'll get the
message out tonight.

[intense horn music]

You know where to contact me.

Closing early,
aren't you, my dear?

Oh, hello, Annette.

Well, things are so quiet,
it's not worth staying open.

You had one customer anyway.

He's in quite a bit, isn't he?

Good thing someone is.

I'll be seeing ya.

[birds chirping]

Joseph?

Yes.

What did he want?

The British are
sending another team.

He wants us to house
the wireless operator.

What did you say?

I said I'd have to
discuss it with you.

Too risky.

Well, think what
they're risking.

It's one thing
passing on messages

and doing the odd repair job.

But to have a pianist under our
roof, it's asking for trouble.

There'll be detector
vans round any moment.

He won't be
transmitting from here.

It's just the basic things.

But why us?

There are other
people with more room.

Well, they know
they can trust us.

Us perhaps.

But there are
others in the town.

We'd be noticed.

Joseph says the Allies are
hoping to mount an invasion

before the end of the year.

They'll need all the
help we can give them.

Oh, don't you want to be
free of the Bolsh, Father?

God in heaven,
you say that to me.

Do you think I wouldn't
shoot every last one of them

if I had the chance?

He could sleep
in the store room.

It's Luc I'm thinking of.

You've already
lost your husband.

Do you want to lose your son?

A stranger coming here,
he'd only draw attention.

They'd be bound to check
our papers as well as his.

And they'd be bound to notice
that Luc is coming up for 20.

Next thing, they'd
be dragging him

off to some godforsaken camp
in Germany, like Simone's boy.

It's all right, Granddad.

You needn't worry about me.

I shant be here.

Look, I was going
to tell you later.

I've decided to join the Maquis.

[birds chirping]

(GROUP SINGING) You press
your feet and knees.

You tuck your elbows in.

You put your head right down
'till you got a dollar chin.

You do the hokey pokey
and you parachute in.

That's what it's all about.

Follow--

They're like a
lot of children.

At least they're
doing it here.

Remember that crowd
that took weekend leave

and ended up doing
parachute rolls on the dance

floor at the Astor?

You're worried about
free French security.

Hey.

Come on, there you--

[side conversations]

Happy landings.

Break a leg.

Did you do any musicals
when you were acting?

Who said I was an actor?

Ah, I dug out my
old theater programs.

I saw you in "Candida."
- Fame at last.

You were good.

Ha, I knew we'd get on well.

Who else have sorted out?

Mm, most of them.

Quite a hotchpotch.

Arie's a minor.

Antoine's a garage mechanic.

COLIN BEALE: Really

VIVIEN ASHTON: Paul's
a film stuntman.

Yvonne's a dress designer.

And ah Zoe is a nice little
Girl Guide who is far too naive

to be going on this caper.

They don't seem to think so.

They only see when
they want to see.

And they need good
wireless operators.

And what do you see?

Ah, myself at her age.

Come on, let's have a sing song.

Zoe, come on, give
us Glory, glory.

[piano music]

GROUP (SINGING): He
jumped without a parachute

from 50,000 feet.

He jumped without a
parachute from 50,000 feet.

He jumped without a parachute--

They're in good spirits.

That's the thing.

I always think
it's a kind of safety

valve against what lies ahead.

What?

France?

Or a concentration camp.

GROUP (SINGING): What
a hell of a way to die.

Glory, glory what a
hell of a way to die.

And he ain't gonna jump no more.

[soft music]

I even feel like
a different person.

Good.

Because that's exactly what
you're going to have to become.

Now, that label's
got to come out.

Did it change you much?

Yes, I think so.

Now, let's see what they've
got in the way of shoes.

But how?

Ah, try those.

How did it change you?

I suppose I grew up.

Liz, can I ask you something?

Of course.

Some of the men kept
on about women agents

making up to the Germans.

Well, it can help
to flirt a bit.

It got me out of a couple
of tricky situations.

But now more than
flirting, I mean--

Well, it would depend.

It might be necessary
to go further.

You mean to sleep with one?

Yes in certain circumstances.

[soft music]

[chickens clucking]

Well, I shant be needing that.

He can have it.

It's not a man.

It's a girl.

They've sent the
details through.

It's a pity I'm going.

I've always fancied
English girls.

What's her name?

Get away with you.

You've never met one.

She's called Zoe.

You will try and get word
through to us, won't you?

Don't worry.

I'll make contact as
soon as it's safe.

Goodbye son.

Goodbye mom.

Take care.

[soft music]

Now, is there
anyone you'd like me

to write to while you're away?

Those comforting little chits
I used to get about Johnny?

Just to let me know, your
husband is safe and well.

Well, it can help.

It certainly comforted my
daughter while I was away.

You can drop the odd line
to my old manager if you like.

He's the only one that's close.

I didn't know you had a child.

Mm.

How old?

Ah, 5.

Is that why you chucked it in?

I didn't chuck it in.

I was recalled.

Why, if you're such
a damn good agent?

Ah, Cad and Kit, my
leader, decided between them.

With a child, it must
have been difficult.

Yes, of course, but I'd
already faced up to that.

Anyway, then my husband put
his foot down, or tried to.

Men making all the decisions.

I thought the war
had finished that.

[birds chirping]

[whistling]

[soft music]

[knocking]

Hello, Em.

You got my message then?

Yes.

I just came to say goodbye.

I'll be off any day now.

We're on standby.

And ah, there's something else.

What's that?

Do you still want to--

[soft music]

[phone rings]

[typing]

[knocking]

Come.

Cad, I've just heard.

It's on for tonight.
- Oh, right.

Everyone standing by?
- Everything's in hand.

What about the
local resistance?

Can they give us a
diversion while--

[phone rings]

Oh, damn, do that
for me, will you?

I'm tied up.

Hello, Colonel
Cadogan's office.

I'm sorry.

He's busy at present.

Who?

Of course, right away.

The prime minister's office.

[soft music]

Yes, sir.

Leave it with us.

And thank you again
for your confidence.

Goodbye, sir.

I'm sure you got
the gist of that.

He's given us official
responsibility for coordinating

all resistance work.

At last.

Yes.

Perhaps now, people will
start taking us seriously.

[heavy trucks running]

It means Cad will be spending
much more time in Whitehall

and so on.

And I'll be taking over
some of the work at HQ.

He's already got meetings
lined up every night this week.

Well, if he's not going to
be able to Colin in CO-OF,

perhaps I could--

No, no, I can do that.

But Kit's also do in
at Tangmere tonight.

So can you meet him?

[music playing]

It's me.

We're off tonight.

They just confirmed it.

No.

It's all right.

No one knows anything.

Yes, I will.

Wish me luck.

[soft music]

Sorry Johnny.

Well, I'm off now.

A uniform.

Didn't realize it was official.

Yes, I'm meeting
someone off a plane.

I won't ask who or where.

I won't be back
till the early hours.

I'll sleep in the spare room.

Don't I get a kiss?

We must get a break
together sometime.

LIZ GRAINGER: I'll see
you tomorrow, then.

[suspenseful music]

Well, I never thought I'd
see another roast like that.

They don't' believe in sending
us out on empty stomachs,

do they?

Well, we like to give
you a meal to remember.

What happens if the
flight's cancelled?

FAITH ASHLEY: You
will go home and wait

to be called another night.

EMILY WHITBREAD: I
couldn't bear that.

Oh, I don't know.

If they give us a meal
like this every time,

I think I'll pray for fog.

How much longer?

We should get the
OK in about an hour.

I don't think I
can manage anymore.

[soft music]

Kit?

[music playing]

Liz.

[intense music]

Welcome home.

I take it you're the
official reception committee.

Well, obviously Cad
would have come himself.

But he couldn't get away.

So how was the flight?

Fine, a few problems, but--

Well, there's a car waiting.

[plane engines shutting down]

Well, you can take
it easy now, Kit.

Everything's under control.

I'm taking you to the
hostel, to the Wilberforce.

And you'll be staying
there for the time being.

And then tomorrow we can--

Liz.

Your beginning to sound
like Faith Ashley.

Yes, I know.

Well, anyway, they'll ask you
a few questions on arrival.

And then you can take it
easy till the afternoon.

You're part of the
HQ setup now, are you?

Yes, I'm also doing quite a
bit of training at the Manor.

Where are you living?

Still in our
Knightsbridge flat.

And Lawrence?

Is he still at the war office?

Oh, he's doing quite a bit
of lecturing at the moment.

Should we cut the
small talk, Kit?

You're looking dreadful.

Yes.

How's Vicky?

She's fine.

It was bad, wasn't it?

AGENT: Faith?

They're ready.

It's time to go.

[car engine running]

Kit?

Kit?

We're here.

So, you'll be picked
up at 2 o'clock

and taken to Park
Grove Mansions, OK?

Does Cad still hold meetings
in the famous bathroom?

On occasions.

Nothing changes.

Well.

Well.

Well, I'll probably
see you in the office.

I'm dealing with most of
the personnel matters now.

Is that what I've
become, a personal matter?

Well, no, well--

I st-- Um, I'm sorry.

Would you like a
hand with your bags?

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Well, have a good rest.

Yes.

[soft music]

[door buzzer]

[suspenseful music]

Ahem.

[suspenseful music]

[plane engines]

[music playing]

[theme music]