X Company (2015–2017): Season 2, Episode 2 - Night Will End - full transcript

Previously on X Company.

I saw a photo of Rene.
There was something off.

In the photo, he wears
his watch on his left hand.

On the body they found in the
river, it was on his right.

Maybe he did survive the fall.

Don't say anything to her for
now. Not till we know for sure.

- Drop your weapon!
- It's Alfred they wanted.

He was your protégé,
your calculated risk.

Do you know how long agents
last under interrogation?

Do you think this is a game?

- Under 24 hours.
- You know what has to happen.



- I take full responsibility.
- Come on!

The wound's infected.
There's nothing I can do.

He needs treatment.
Otherwise, he's got maybe a week

before he dies of sepsis.

- He needs a hospital.
- Let's get him in!

- Come on, Tom.
- I could feel the life

draining out of him,
right under my hands.

Do you know what that's like?
Feeling the life

of someone you love
disappear from your hands?

To want it back. The ache.

You do know.

If we don't get Alfred
out and he talks,

we're finished.
Your war is over.

So this is what
we're going to do.



Rene.

What have they done to you?

- Any luck?
- This is our best bet, sir.

It's a POW camp. Offlag 24.

Officers. Good.

But they'll have been worked
nearly to death. Malnourished.

If they're gonna help us
with the operation...

I know, sir, but we've lost
most of our network in France.

These are trained soldiers,
motivated to fight.

As soon as Colonel Sinclair
returns, we'll start planning.

In the meantime, I want

these transmissions sent
to London, spaced apart

- in two-hour intervals.
- You've already encrypted them?

That's right.

Is there any reason
they can't be sent out together?

Yes, there is.

Of course.

Word from London. Tom's on
his way back to the camp.

What's his condition?

Septic bullet wound,
but they managed to stabilize him.

Thank you, Alice. Please tell
me as soon as he lands.

Sir.

You gonna tell me what
happened, then? With the nurse?

She's dead.

What?

Is Aurora still debriefing
with Sinclair?

- Yep.
- She in trouble?

Why would she be in trouble?

How was he taken alive
is my question, Aurora.

I told you,
they were all over him.

I didn't have a clear line of sight

and then they threw him in the car.
I never had the shot.

You knew there was a risk putting
someone like him in the field.

I'm in the field to fix this mess,
Sergeant. I'm not on vacation.

Now, one of your team talked.

That was the morphine.
He was barely conscious.

The other is in Gestapo custody.

We've all been compromised.
You should be

split up and reassigned.

But we are four weeks, Sergeant,
four weeks from a massive

Allied push.
Now what would you do,

- Aurora, if you were me?
- You mean about me?

As a leader?

That's not my job, sir. It's yours.

What do you have, Harry?

Uh, I didn't have long to case
it out yesterday, but...

there are guard positions
on all four corners,

mounted machine guns, barbed
wire here, east entrances manned

by two soldiers, and these
windows here are reinforced.

- It's impenetrable.
- Weapons?

We'd need 20 Lugers...

rifles... say...

10 to 15 resistance
at each entry?

- How much TNT?
- Uh, 20 pounds, at least.

- And 8 improvised grenades.
- OK.

- Emile Deschamps.
- The Gestapo are after him.

He needs a clean way out.

You'll help him, he'll help us.

Terry, get on the radio. Neil!

I'll find a truck.
What about this German, then?

His name's Obersturmbahnfuhrer
Ernst Frommer.

He works behind-the-scenes
in logistics.

Training movements,
military infrastructure.

He's a bureaucrat.
A cog in the machine.

Kind of man you'd
never look at twice.

Check your pocket.

It's not him.

No.

There are more.

This is just where
I could shove the latest.

After the roundup,
the morgue's bursting.

That's not him either.

Madame, I have more
to pick up from the Velodrome.

And as I said,
you shouldn't be here.

May I please look
through the rest?

He disappeared
three days ago, and...

he didn't have
his papers on him, so...

Be quick.

Please say something.

What happens next?

There are people I know. They
had a friend who was killed.

I saw a photograph of him
lying down in the mud.

In the photo, he wears
his watch on his right hand,

but when he was alive,
he wore his watch on his left.

I know who you are.

They'll kill me either way.

Whether you talk or you don't.

So don't.

Don't try and save me.

I'm already dead.

Your hair!

You should give it
a try. It's less work.

But Greta won't allow it.

- You can't be here.
- I'm not, officially.

- I don't like this, Duncan.
- It won't take long.

Let's have a seat.

- So how is Greta?
- She's well.

- Enjoying Paris.
- Well, who wouldn't?

And your boys?

- Both of them?
- Oliver was shot down over Britain.

William's missing in action.

Klaus went missing too.

Eastern Front a few months ago.
I've heard no news.

I try to stay hopeful but...

Russians are savages.

I gather from
your unorthodox invitation

you're in a new line
of business.

Do you realize I still
wear a uniform?

And that my uniform
is an oath to my country?

I should report you right now.

Ernst, I'm gambling
on your other loyalties.

As a friend and as a father.

I've a proposition. It's an
informal prisoner exchange.

I need a man transferred out
of the Gestapo HQ in Paris.

I'm not in control of transfers.

I know that. But you could
ensure that his transfer convoy

pass by a particular stretch of
road at a particular time.

How do you know
what I'm able to do?

Ernst, I also know

that your son Klaus got shot
down over Moscow in October.

He's in a Russian POW camp.

He's not doing well.

- What is his squadron?
- Luftflotte2.

Now, I can have him transferred
to a Canadian POW camp.

That's a five-star resort compared
to the hellhole he's in right now.

What's your rank, Duncan,

that you can get the Russians
to release a German?

If you agree,
I will provide proof

that Klaus is in Canada.

The position you're putting
me in. You arrogant bastard.

Out of nowhere.

What you ask, it would
make me a traitor.

What would Greta say?

No, don't stoop to that.

I love my son.

But so does every German father
whose sons are out there,

offering their lives
for a better future.

Would you betray your country,

to get William a ticket
to a five-star resort?

How would you sleep?

Papers, please.

If I'm getting caught even
speaking to you, I'll be shot.

I'm sorry, Ernst.
This is far from fair.

The choice is yours.

Now, let's start from the beginning.

Tell me about foreign
intelligence networks in France.

Start with your own cell.

There's a young man,

his name is Harry.
He's skilled with explosives.

A woman. In Villemarie,
she went by the name

Marie-Rose Tavernier. Saw her
briefly myself at a restaurant

in Poitiers. Aurora?

She murdered
a colleague of mine.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

No. No!

No!

Relay should start soon,

as long as the code works.

Harry, Aurora.

On the docks, she said
she didn't have the shot.

- Do you believe her?
- Why would she lie?

Anything you'd like to say
about this nurse?

- It was stupid.
- Yes, it was.

It's the oldest
trick in the book.

The pretty girl who acts
like she likes you.

Even if we do get Alfred,

you're gonna send
me home, right?

- Decommission me?
- It's something I have to consider, Harry.

Just let me stay. Please.

At least until
I've made this right.

Yes?

The two of you, you're a part
of the same circle of agents.

Sent from Canada?

He's been in here
for a very long time.

There's not much left of him.
So if you don't talk soon...

Now when I come back,
it's going to get worse.

Until what you've
seen in here today

blots out everything else.

Your father, your mother.

And all you will think about,

what will be in your memory,

is the look on his face,

the sound of his screaming,

as he dies because of you.

Dechamps?

Where's the other one?

- You're welcome.
- It's not enough.

The jammer has no power
without batteries.

Have you seen the police on those streets?

I need three.

Minimum. Where's Aurora?
Maybe she can help you out.

Aurora is busy, Harry.

Start with what
you have, please.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

This German friend of yours;
putting a lot of faith in him.

How'd you know him?

It was the end of the First
War and he was starving

to death. He had no ammo,
no rations, no boots.

But he struggled
to keep his dignity.

Spoke English, knew Shakespeare.
I helped him out.

- Yeah?
- After the war,

he tracked me down
through my unit.

Started writing letters.
Next thing you know,

we're on Lake Constance,
fishing with our sons.

- Why?
- Curious.

Report said that you
spent some time

with a German radio operator
in Marmonne before you had

- to kill him.
- What about it?

It's difficult, Neil.
When you get to know them.

Harry needs another battery.

You knew they were gonna use
you to try and get me to talk.

Yeah.

How?

Brigitte. The Gestapo
brought her here.

Who's Brigitte?

Someone they knew I cared about.

I'm sorry.

Does Aurora know
that I'm still alive?

I couldn't tell her.

I couldn't do that to her,
in case I was wrong.

Probably best.

She should live her life.

She thinks of you all the time.

She told me once, she said,

"There's no greatness too small."

I said that.

She thinks the world of you.

What's your name?

- Alfred.
- Alfred.

If you see her again,

please, don't tell her
you saw me.

- But...
- Let her remember me

the way I was.

It is done. The timing is good.

Trains and aircraft are needed
in the East right now.

Thank you, Ernst.

I'm just moving
toy trains and planes

from one place to another. It doesn't...
doesn't mean anything.

You do what you have to,
in difficult times.

- You'll see my boy?
- Yes.

I plan to tell him what you
were like as a young man.

- Warts and all?
- I never saw any warts.

- Be kind to him.
- I will.

When this is all over, contact me.

I'll try to protect you,
you and your family.

But don't fool yourself,
Duncan. Europe is ours.

We have vast resources
in our control.

And the last war, we lost

because of the Jews. We are
taking care of that now.

I thought it was because we
kicked you in the ass.

The Fuhrer is a brilliant man,

but he's not known
to be compromising.

I'm concerned what
he'll do after victory.

So please, Duncan,
let me help you.

Thank you, Ernst.

Maybe then we can
have another holiday.

Lake Constance, beer,
ice cream by the water.

That would be something.

I told you it helps
to think of your ex.

- Katherine, Jenny, you're up.
- Gun range?

Close-combat room.
Cover for them?

It would be a lot easier in
pants and sensible shoes.

Because if the enemy ever
does attack the camp,

they'll wait politely while
we dash off and change?

I almost wish they would attack.

- What?
- Don't you want

all this training to pay off?
The target practice?

- Mm.
- Come on.

Are you telling me you
get a bigger kick out of

- scrambling letters around?
- You should be in the field.

I'm just saying I wouldn't mind

getting a little closer
to the action.

- Or to Tom?
- That wasn't the action

I had in mind.

Radio traffic's still down,
by the way.

- Fewer decrypts in from London.
- Any idea why?

Word is the German's have
upgraded their coding machine.

Colonel Mayhew says Bletchley
hasn't slept since.

Have you finished
sending his reports?

Just one left. Why is he
having us send them

- every two hours?
- He wouldn't tell me.

- You should take a closer look.
- We're not authorized.

I know he encrypted them himself.

It's not just that.
Take a look at the tag.

- This is Sinclair's tag.
- Why is Mayhew sending reports...

Pretending to be Sinclair?

Good question.

Don't. Don't, please.

Have you reconsidered?

Please!

Please.

It's a bad death. You don't die right
away, not until after your insides burn.

There's a smell
when human flesh burns.

It's gonna be
a part of you. Always.

Yes or no?

So yes or no?

I was just thinking...

of my first job at university,
picking zuckerrubben.

What's the word
in English? Sugar beet.

...screaming for results.

OK, let's go.

Move back!

Stay here. Good. Yes.
Everyone stay here.

Stay here.

- That's E flat major.
- Keep going.

It's from her. It's a message.

Get in.

- You alright?
- I'm ready.

For what?

When we get there.
I'll make a run for it.

They'll shoot.

- I want it to be over.
- Not yet.

I can't say more,

in case I'm wrong.

It's my truck; I can't move it.

- We'll have about five minutes.
- Let's go.

Alright.

Ah, it's not the tire.
It's the axle.

What's up?

Ah, no. No...

You didn't fix it, did you?

Don't, don't lie
to me, Gregoire.

I was going to get it
fixed next week.

- Move this truck!
- What can I do?

Sir...

maybe you can, um, go around?

Lost a battery.

Yes.

- Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?
- Gregoire, please.

This is our truck!

We need your vehicle.
An urgent security matter.

Of course sir. Yes, Gregoire,
please. Let's not

get into more trouble.

Yes.

Down to the last battery.
Got about a minute left.

OK.

Sir, we're out of power.

Shoot.

Help me.

Where are they?

On the right.

Shoot.

Let's go. Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Not now.

Sir, it has taken me
a long time to live down

spying on Sinclair for you,
but I won't let you do this.

- Do what?
- You're using his name.

You've never trusted him and now
that he's gone, you are trying

to bring him down.

- How is that funny?
- Do you have any idea

who knows where Colonel
Sinclair is right now?

I assume the general, the BSO?

If the general and
the BSO were to find out

that a man of his standing, the
leader of this entire outfit,

had flown off into
enemy territory

to extract a single agent,

what do you think
they would do to him?

- No one knows.
- How could they?

Sinclair is sending them
status reports.

Updates. Every two hours.

You're protecting him.

Why?

Would you like a drink?

The Mayhews have
served for centuries.

We're buried at
the Plains of Abraham.

Gallipoli. And my family
feels sorry for me.

They think I'm pushing paper.

They have no idea what we do.

They probably never will.

We only have
each other, Breeland.

It's Tom.

- He's back.
- Where?

The infirmary.

Right, we'll go over the plans
for Offlag 24 in the morning.

There's still some work to do.
But for now, dismissed.

You're not dead.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me, please.

It's OK, mate. It's OK.

Don't!

Please. I just...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.