X Company (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - Sixes & Sevens - full transcript

(woman laughing)
(machine gun fire)

Ugh!

- (woman): Let me go!
- There are nights...

when all I want is to forget.

(woman): Forget my name.

S01E04
Sixes and Sevens

You want me to pull them off
an operation in progress.

This comes from above us both.

From heaven, as far
as you're concerned.

- And one doesn't say no to heaven.
- Quite.

Have your team find the package,
deliver him to Nightingale,



and we both sleep
through the night.

The Manhattan crowd will love
that. Nightingale's their asset.

Well, I'm sure you can
smooth things over, Duncan.

You speak fluent American.
Goodbye.

There's nothing we can do.

- He's pulling us off the bombings.
- When we're hitting our stride?

Still got three targets to go:
the post office, the armoury...

You'll have to burn those
plans too.

We can't leave anything behind.

What's the point of inflicting
terror if we're going to take

our foot off the gas?
We're just the messengers.

Here's what we know.

A British bomber
went down close to here.

The recovered crew
say that the aircraft



dumped its bombs here,
and crashed past this field.

Germans will be all over it

looking for any sign of
survivors. Now, two of the crew

followed training, made contact.
Resistance is getting them out.

But our bombardier went off
here, south-south-west.

- I can lead the Germans off his trail.
- What've you got to drop?

I could mock up
some flight logs.

- We'll track down the bombardier.
- And Alfred and I

will head to Toulouse, make an
extraction plan with Nightingale

- and meet you there. Trains to Spain?
- They leave...

twice a week. Next one's
tomorrow, 11:15 a.m.

Lot of trouble for a bombardier.
What's the lucky boy's name?

First Lieutenant
Walter Simonson Pike.

Thirsty?

How's it going, "Alphonse"?

Fine, thanks, "Arnelle."

We're gonna need
a term of endearment.

- How about Bijou?
- Bijou.

- Favourite food?
- Cherries with garlic and salt.

Really.

The cherries are no good on
their own. They taste spiky.

The garlic makes them
smooth, F major seven.

How about we stick
to just cherries?

Right.

Where did we get married?

Anglise Mare de Dieu, Iga,
1937, in Basse-Normandie,

in the township of Bellame,
part of the district...

- I wish I had your memory.
- No, you don't.

- I only have one party trick.
- What's that?

- Never mind.
- Tell me.

(chirping like a bird)

(laughing)

That's great.

Everyone has some secret talent.

Rene used to say,

"There's no greatness
too small."

- I wish I'd met him.
- Yeah.

Let's speed it up.

Long way to go.

I think we lost the trail.

He's here.

So, Walter Simonson-Pike, your
surviving crew managed to get out

on Resistance channels.
Why'd you split off

- and go south?
- We'd been badly hit.

Too far from anywhere
to set down.

We needed to drop
our payload to stay aloft.

I sighted empty fields.

Dropped the bombs, but...

at the last second, that
farmhouse came up so fast.

I needed to see what I'd done.
To try to help.

So you decided to run back towards
the buildings you bombed?

It seemed like the decent
thing to do.

Then I got lost.

As a general rule,

we like to stay away from
anything burning and Germans.

All right then, Your Lordship,
get up. Let's get a look at you.

Anyone see you running
around in this uniform?

No.

All right, well,
you keep the scruff,

and we'll find something for
you. Get out of this, though.

Lot of fuss for you, mate.
So, who do you know?

My father.

He's an assistant secretary to
the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Fantastic. I'm Lord
of the Shitpile.

Do what we say, and
we might not die.

Get dressed.

Don't worry; once you get
to know him, he's...

he's pretty much
exactly the same.

Let's go, gentlemen, let's go.

- There are lives in your hands here.
- There you are, sir.

We're all set for the new Yankee recruits.

Quartermaster managed
to scare up sheets for six.

Four. Two didn't make it
past the psych test.

And I'd like you to lead
the "welcome detail."

- Of course.
- Sixty seconds!

- Aurora's team?
- Nothing yet.

It's a disgrace. Pulling
strings, exposing agents...

just to get your son a personal
escort out of France.

- What if it was your son?
- The one son I have left

is in the Pacific... and he's been
missing for a month.

And no, I wouldn't
pick up the phone.

- I would want to, yes, but I wouldn't.
- I'm sorry.

You didn't know. Thirty seconds!

Has this man taught you
nothing, son?

- It's not like the ones we studied, sir!
- They rarely are! Fix it!

Done, sir.

Good, Laszlo, good!
So at least someone knows

- what they're doing here.
- Done, sir.

Good, Andy. Five! Four! Three! Two.

You are out of time, Charlie.

If that was wired to C4,

there'd be nothing left
of you to clean up right now.

Again!

- I shouldn't vent.
- I'd vent.

I have a brother out there too.

Could we get a table
near the back, please?

Follow me.

(sultry jazz song)

♪ Way down in Egypt land

♪ Tell all Pharaohs
Better let my people go ♪

Red wine for us and a gimlet
with a cherry for Miss Hallie.

(playing out of tune)

The trumpet's off.

You don't need
synesthesia to hear that.

♪ So Moses went to Egypt land
Let my people go ♪

♪ He made all the Pharaohs
understand ♪

♪ Let my people go

♪ Go down Moses

♪ Way down in Egypt land

♪ Tell all Pharaohs

♪ Let my people go

♪ Yes tell all Pharaohs

♪ Let my people go

♪ Tell all Pharaohs

♪ Please

♪ Let my people go

(cheers and applause)

Thank you. Thank you.

Marcus Chapman,
ladies and gentlemen,

a man with no fear
of the avant-garde.

We're going to take a short
break. Y'all don't go anywhere.

Gimlet with a cherry.
Thank you for seeing us.

I had word you were coming,

but my next trip's not till
the end of the month.

What's going on?
Mademoiselle DuVernay,

I have all six of your records.

- Aw.
- Forgive my husband. He can be a little...

starstruck.
We, um...

we need you to change
your itinerary.

We have friends on the way
with a special package.

Oh. This "package"

ain't the breathing kind, is it?

Invisible ink

on sheet music I can do,
but I'm a civilian

and I do what I do on my terms,

- and moving human packages is not...
- Bijou.

Nobody move!
Papers on the table!

Papers on the table.

You're sure you weren't followed?

We took every precaution.

- You better hope your papers are good.
- Does this...

happen a lot?

Almost never.

Oh... (woman moaning)

No, no, no, no, please, please,
please! Try not to move!

I want to help you.

(moaning)

Sorry.

Okay.

When did this happen?

Last night.

We heard a plane...

really close.

Really close.

(moaning)

- Okay.
- It's coming!

I have to stop the bleeding,
right? Hang on! Hang on!

- Is it too tight?
- No, tighter. It's all right.

- My name is Gabriel.
- Danielle.

It's all right.
You'll be all right.

(moaning)

Would you mind staying?

I'm not going anywhere.

Monsieur?

Have I not treated your officers
well enough this week?

You should keep a more
respectful tone.

Respectful?

Why yes, sir.

I'm sure my fans at the
Wehrmacht would be disappointed

- to see my shows disrupted.
- You should remember

you're a guest here.

And you should remember
you're not the one

really calling the shots.

- Kapiert?
- Captain!

(sighing)

Nicely handled.

The attitude sells it.
It's how come I can move around.

Portugal, Italy, Berlin;

I will play for anyone.
Don't matter none to me.

No special loyalty to Uncle Sam?

Maybe the day he starts
treating me like a citizen.

I just help out 'cause
I don't like bullies.

- Now hold on! Wait a minute!
- Hey! Hey!

Wait a minute, now! Hold on!

Hey! What do you think you're doing?
We're in the middle of a show!

Get your hands off my goddamn horn player!
(screaming)

- Please! Please, no! Please!
- Arnelle!

Enough! Take him.

- These two as well.
- No, no, no!

(shouting)

(whispering): What's going on?

We just lost two of our team.

What do we do?

Plan A was you stay with your crew,
and the underground

- take you, just like you were told!
- What's plan B?

This was plan B.

You fellas are late.

Which one of you
is the "package"?

What happened?

We were raided.

Five minutes after
your friends got here.

Now you tell me that wasn't just bad luck.

Where's Harry?

We're expecting one more.
Young lad, brown hair, glasses.

Like I need more of you on my hands.

In.

Go.

Miss, in.

Alphonse.

What were you thinking?
I'm sorry, it was a reflex.

Don't be sentimental!

It leads to bad judgment.

'Scuse me! 'Scuse me. Sir!

Listen, I can't be here. I'm in the
middle of a show with Hallie DuVernay.

Hallie DuVernay!

You know my photograph?
From Ville-Marie.

You know that it's been seen.

And maybe copied. And you...

What if they decide
to interrogate you?

How long do you think
you'll last?

You.

You!

You were there.

You saw my Hallie.

How's she doing? They didn't take
her, right?

They didn't take her.

I think he might be
more of a problem.

The messed-up notes.

He couldn't finger the valves.
I think he's in withdrawal.

It's okay, it's okay.

(moaning)
Oh no, no. Your pulse is low.

You've lost too much blood.

Do you know your blood type?

- O.
- That's good. That's good.

Why do you have that?

I found it on a German soldier.

They bombed the factory
I worked in. I escaped.

No way I'm working
for the Boches any more.

You sound like Luc, my husband.

The only good thing to come out
of being gassed in the last war:

He's too weak to be
of use to the Germans.

I get to keep him at home.

This is okay. It's good.
Keep talking. Keep talking.

- You're doing fine.
- We thought we were done,

two children, but
this one came along.

I've got three brothers.

They liked to team up on me. I
used to have to hide from them.

(moaning)
Angeline likes to hide too.

- She hides when there's company.
- When I was hiding,

no one came looking.

Well, except my mother.

When my dad...

when he was out back
playing with my brothers,

she would give me word games,

you know, crossword puzzles?

She taught me the periodic
table when I was nine.

Hey.

Angeline, right?
Is she your youngest?

Teresa.

We named her for my mother.

I love that name.

Carry your own damn package!

It's one gig in Spain, okay.
He goes through with your boys,

and then the second
that he's over the border,

we have an MI-9 team that'll
take him the rest of the way.

He writes my music.
He leads my band.

Marcus?

There ain't no way
I'm leaving here without him.

What if we get him out of jail?

Would you take Walter
across the border then?

You get him out, maybe
I can get behind this.

We'll need you to book train
tickets. To Madrid tomorrow, 11:15 a.m.

Thank you.

Marcus is...

he's not well.

Get him out soon. Please.

Where are you going?

- Reconnaissance.
- You and me. We got work to do.

Monsieur! Monsieur, please!
That man, he is in distress!

That man's a drug addict.

Just mind your own
business, madame.

You must be special.

The Gestapo don't usually
sit down with mongrels.

Capitaine! Capitaine!

My husband and I...

we can't imagine
how we ended up here.

We just wanted to hear
some jazz. Please.

We are supposed to be on a train

- for Madrid tomorrow.
- It will be light soon.

They will confirm
your identities

and I'm sure something
can be worked out.

Loud and clear.
He wants a bribe.

Now, bottle not buttle.

Bottel of beer.

- Good. What's your name again?
- Dave Porter.

No, Porder. You've got to flatten the
"T," all right? Lazy up your diction.

Porder.

- All right, Dave, where are you from?
- Wichita.

- Why aren't you in uniform?
- 4F.

Syphilis.

Just helps if it's something specific.

Talk as little as possible. And um,
any chance you play the trumpet?

I used to play the cornet.

Close enough.

- What can you play?
- Marches, mainly.

Blue Bonnets over the Border.
That sort of thing.

Yeah, on second thought,
don't worry about it.

As long as we've got
your new papers

and your cover name on...

the album.

Are you all right?

Fine, just a little lightheaded.

- How's the pain?
- Nothing I haven't felt before.

- You look better.
- You look worse.

What about your family?

Do they know where you are?

They...

They think I'm in an office.

- Somewhere safe.
- Don't you write to them?

I try to write.

I just... I can't tell them...

I mean, I...

I don't want my mother to worry.

Every mother worries.

I just wish I could tell her...

you know...

more.

But what would I say?

She's proud of you.

- I'm not so sure.
- If you were mine,

- I'd be proud.
- Danielle...

I'm so sorry.

Your family...

Shh...

I know.

Let me out of here!

I can't be here!
Just get Hallie DuVernay!

I need to talk to Hallie!
Get Hallie to me, please!

He's going to talk.

If they break him, we're
all in line to get shot.

Guard!

Sir!

Sir, please! I just
need some water.

Come on now! Don't you
turn your back on me!

Don't turn your back on me!
I know you hear me!

Please give me some water!

All I ask... just
give me some water!

I've got thirst! I need water!
(whistling)

- What?
- It's a French Canadian folk song.

I taught it to the boys.

It's one of them out there.

Your party trick.

(chirping like a bird)

Dave, you're now an official
member of the band.

- They all right?
- So far.

But the Gestapo are coming,
and Marcus is not in a good way.

I found heroin in his case,

hidden in a bible. We used to
pinch addicts in Shanghai.

Put them in a cell; wait for them
to cough up dealers when the shakes hit.

It sounds like they're hitting already.

Aurora says the coppers here
are open for business.

Bribery works.

It's supposed to last us to Paris.
We'll find a way.

All right, I'll do the talking.
Does anyone have a spare suit?

Thank you, Sam. Get him one.

I got the tickets.
You got Marcus?

Tom is going to get him.

Miss DuVernay,

how good is Marcus with secrets?

He...

- Dex? What is it?
- He begged me not to tell you, Hallie.

Someone sold him some,
just last night.

Then they talked till the sun
came up. Then he says to me,

he don't remember
what he might have said.

'Cept it might have been
'bout how brave you are.

- For what you do.
- That was just last night?

And you got raided today.

Why'd they bother raiding the whole club?
Why didn't they just take me?

You have friends in high places. They
won't touch you until they're sure,

which they will be
as soon they put pressure on Marcus.

- Tom.
- Ready.

Hallie, we're going
to get him out.

- They'll never let him go.
- Yeah. Hope for the best,

but...

just in case...

We've got an extraction plan for the
bombardier.

Raoul's working with MI-9 in Madrid.

And the American
recruits are here.

They came with
the Brigadier General.

Ned Butler's with them?

He didn't mention a visit.
This is about Nightingale.

- Brigadier General.
- Ned, c'mon now!

Here they are.
Ready for your worst.

Gentlemen, this is Krystina. She and
her girls will keep you safe in the field.

If you get that far.

Let's sign the Secrets Act,
I'll show you to your quarters,

the mess hall, get you fed.
You boys like steak?

Yeah!

- Welcome to Camp X.
- Follow me.

It's after five.

Bonjour, monsieur.
I am Jules Bonnet,

for M. and Mme Favreau.

(muffled conversation)

Non.

M. and Mme Favreau, I'm Jules
Bonnet, your legal representative.

I've spoken to the police,
and you'll be released shortly.

- Thank you.
- There was another person with us.

I'm afraid I cannot take on
another client at this time.

But he can't be left behind.

- You understand.
- Yes.

Perhaps you can provide him

with some consolation
in his hardship.

Some comfort. Some peace.

There will be some forms
to sign for your release.

I shouldn't be longer

than a half hour.

Bijou.

I can't disclose anything.

Except to say that we're doing
our unmost to protect Nightingale.

Good.

Oh, don't t get me wrog, we're not happy.
London's overstepped the mark,

but that's kind of what they do.
It's good you keep their counsel.

It means you'll keep ours.
We have a possible new asset

in the Vichy
Administration zone.

A mayor, from a town by
a very important railway line

in St. Antoine.

- Interesting.
- Protocol says

that we contact London,

but you're the one
who has our confidence.

It's why we send you our boys
until we get set up.

Thank you. (knocking) Come in.

Well, there you are, darlin'.
My boys treat you right?

They did. Mike told me the name of the
guy who recruited him. Steve mentioned

he's got a police record in Oregon.
He's surprised you didn't catch it.

And Jay says his brother's unit
is heading to North Africa?

Americans are a very
friendly people.

To a fault. Message received.
We will work on that.

- Well, it's good to meet you at last.
- You as well.

She don't get scared.

Not Hallie.

But me, I can't write.

She say "Boy, you got
greatness in you."

You do.

You know they're coming for you. And
they'll want to know about Hallie.

And they'll break me, too.

Shames me, but it's true.

There's a record where
you hit an A over high C.

Pure and perfect.

Do you remember?

Creole Hot July.

But I can't hit
that note no more.

Most people never
touch greatness.

You did.

I bet you'd be strong enough
to keep Hallie safe,

if you had the means.

A over high C.

You did that.

You and Hallie.

They can't take your greatness away
from you, if you don't let them.

My shame.

Not today.

(sniffing)

Come here. Come here a sec.

Can you tell Hallie
something for me?

(birds chirping)

(woman screaming in pain)

Good, good, good, good, good!

(screaming)

Push.

(screaming)
That's good, that's good. Push!

Push, Danielle! Push!
Come on, we're so close!

Good, good, good, good, good!

It's here! It's here!

(baby crying) It's a girl!

I'm going to cut the cord,
okay, like you said.

She's perfect.

Oh, my baby.

Okay, there's blood.
Tell me what to do.

What do I do? Danielle?

Danielle! Danielle!
What do I do?

You're bleeding!
You're bleeding too fast!

I didn't... I didn't ask
for any of this, you know.

You lot never do. It just comes.

Automatic-like.

I was perfectly able
to make it back on my own steam.

Course you were, mate.

For the nerves.

When you get home, you can tell
Daddy you met face to face

with the strings that get pulled when he
picks up a phone.

I can do more than that.

Your family.

I can get them a message.

They're dead.

- All of them?
- Yeah.

That can't be. Not all.

I have a niece.
She was sent back north.

- Where?
- North Allerton,

with the other orphans. Not your cup
of tea. I wouldn't worry about it.

I'll find her.

I can pull strings too. Please.

It's a lily.
They look different here.

Her name's Mags Cleary.
She's eight.

- I'll tell her all about you.
- You'd make a great spy, Walter.

(scoffing)

Yeah, right.

Just tell her I'm all right.

That I'll come
for her as soon as...

- Where's Marcus?
- Marcus...

didn't make it. I'm sorry.

How the hell did he get the drugs?

They didn't search him.

You were in the cell with him?

- Hallie, he...
- Can't the man speak for himself?

Your records.

The music was sandy

and there was sun in there...

and he'd hit a high note
and the sky would split blue.

A blue I never saw before.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Your voice. Your band.

He told me he tried to leave.
He felt he was holding you back.

And you wouldn't let him go.

It's been a long road
from New Orleans.

There is no way
I'd let that man go.

He knew what he was
doing at the end.

He said you'd be safer this way.

You and everyone
who depends on you

as Nightingale. He also said

he was ready to "come home."

He wanted to "come home"?

And that you'd know
what he meant.

(humming)

That's how he started it,
so simple.

(humming)

Wanna Come Home.

It's just a song
we used to play.

What was it you said again?

"Sky's split blue?"

I guess we better
get ready to go.

Nice work.

Work?

(vehicle approaching)

(baby crying)

Papers?

- Sorry, I don't have them with me.
- Where is the mother?

She died.

Father too.

I found her. I'm taking her
to the monastery.

We'll take you there.

Hey, sugar.

- American?
- That's right.

Oh, honey, no.
We were American.

See, now we're musicians.
Citizens of the wide-open world.

Of course you are.

Your instrument.

Let me see.

Open it.

I used to play myself.

Yeah?

But not so good.
Play me the Radetzky.

'Fraid I don't know it.

You want to give it a whirl?

Honey, it is not
too late to audition.

No, no. My playing
is not so good.

Something else.

Anything.

More, please.

Now.

Wanna Come Home?

Let's do it, boys, why not?
Wanna Come Home.

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh

Do it again.

♪ Lord

♪ I'm feeling weary

♪ And I

♪ Don't know what I should do

Nice. Again.

♪ Lord

♪ This world is dreary

Minor all the way down.

♪ And I wanna come home

♪ To you

♪ Everyone tells me they know

♪ How I feel

♪ And then they say in time
you'll be as good as new ♪

♪ Yeah, but I'm tired
of waiting ♪

♪ For the wounds to heal

♪ Lord

♪ I wanna come home to you

♪ Everyone knows it's dark

♪ Before dawn

♪ And the patience of Job

♪ Is what we're aspiring to

♪ All I can simply do

♪ Is carry on, Lord

♪ I just wanna come home

♪ To you

♪ Don't disregard

♪ My prayer, oh Lord

♪ Been working so hard

♪ And I want my reward

♪ I'm not talking greed

♪ It's just a tiny request

♪ I, I just need

♪ A little rest

♪ I close my eyes and it's you

♪ I see

♪ A day of judgment
and I won't have to hide ♪

Yes, thank you.
This is valuable.

Concerning, but valuable.

He certainly did not
share it with us.

All right, we'll speak
again tomorrow.

♪ I'll reach out for your hand
and you'll be ♪

♪ By my side

♪ The heavens will part
and the sky ♪

♪ Will split blue

♪ I wanna come home to you

(loud thuds)