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- He's arrived

- Yes, yes.

There he is. He's here.

There! You see? etc.

I see the other one!

Stop!

Stay behind the others.

What is it?

What's he doing?

He's got a suitcase

There!

- Don't move.

- What are you doing here?

Ah nothing. Give me a moment

I can explain everything

We'll open his suitcase?

Yes!

And your French is not good.

I'm sorry, we were forced

to take advantage of your light.

The plane was losing fuel.

I'm afraid I'm supposed to be

eighty miles further on.

Do you think

could you tell me where I am?

You've landed near a village called St Benot.

It's close to a town called Poitiers, all right?

Yes, I think I have heard of it, you know

So, how do I look?

I'd rather not look at you too closely. It's

an element of risk we don't need to take.

In my experience, it's best... it really

is best... if you just obey the rules.

I'll take you to the village.

Then you must make your own way.

How long have you been here?

About a year, off and on.

How's everyone at home?

They're fine.

The boss?

He's fine. He, um gave me

some cufflinks at the aerodrome.

Told me my chances.

Fifty-fifty?

- Yes.

- He's getting out of touch.

How's it been?

Well the Germans are still here

Well, I suppose that's our brief.

Keep them here keep them occupied.

- Keep them from the front.

- Worst thing about the job.

The more successful you are,

the longer it goes on.

A friend

a friend who was here used to

say, "Never kill a German,

always shoot him in the leg. That way, he goes

to hospital, where he has to be looked after;

he'll use up enemy resources.

But a dead soldier is

forgotten and replaced."

- Right. Let's go

- Okay.

Goodbye and good luck, eh?

Cafs are bad meeting places...

much less safe than they seem.

And don't go near Bourges,

it's very bad for us.

And don't carry anything in toothpaste

tubes... it's the first place they look.

And don't laugh too much. An Englishman's

laugh just doesn't sound the same.

Are they still teaching you to

broadcast on the lavatory?

- Yes.

- Well, don't.

The whole dodge is badly out of date.

Gestapo have been crashing into

lavatories for a full two months now.

Never take the valley road beyond Poitiers.

I'll show you the side road.

And that's it, really.

The rest, you know or will learn.

Get out.

Where's your gun?

- Let's get going. Come on.

- I'm sorry I'm so sorry

- I'm so frightened!

- Let's get going. Quickly.

I'm not an agent, I'm only a courier, I

just carry messages to certain circuits.

I came tonight... it's my first drop...

there's literally no-one else.

I can't tell you the mess in Poitiers!

My... my f... friend that I told you

about, he's been taken to Buchenwald today,

he was the wireless operator.

His name is Tony

- I need to talk

- Can't talk.

I need to talk, What's the point,

what's the point of following the rules?

I don't want to die. I don't,

don't want to die like that

Un ciel pommel.

What do we call it?

A mackerel sky.

Hm

I don't have to go on.

I'll stay if you like.

- Do you have a code-name?

- Yes, it's "Lazar".

Hm.

- Would you like some tea?

- Yes, very much.

Am I right? Is this your first trip?

Bonjour Susan.

Bonjour.

- Bonjour!

- Bonjour

Ah, bonjour, Susan.

Bonjour, Monsieur Villon.

I was just going through the post.

And yesterday's shipment...

it got there okay?

Yes.

Au revoir.

He's dead!

Yes. He's dead.

Ah! Brock.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

This is very much

Third Secretary stuff, I'm afraid.

There's a man called Radley

dropped dead in the foyer.

British. Would you mind doing the honours?

- Not at all.

- Thanks a lot.

Oh... there's a widow, by the way.

Really?

British Embassy.

Heart attack.

- And the widow?

- Over there, sir.

Mrs Radley?

I'm afraid your husband's

had a heart attack.

I thought so.

Everyone at the Embassy

will do all they can.

The police would now like

to take the body away.

I shall go with them.

Or course, I mean, you're welcome,

if you'd like, if you want to

come with me to the mortuary

No.

I'm sure you can cope.

Merci.

Mr Brock.

Will I see you?

Will you come to the Embassy?

Yes, of course.

This shouldn't take long.

Ah, Brock. Join us.

You're welcome.

Ambassador.

I've just been conveying to

Mrs Radley the government's condolences.

A uniquely upsetting experience.

Quite.

But at least for him, it was painless.

I would hope. He was packing the car.

We were planning to move on this morning.

We only had two weeks we were hoping to make

Innsbruck... at least if our travel allowance would last.

It was our first holiday since the war.

Brock, a handkerchief.

No.

I was persuaded to opt for an embalming.

I'm afraid it may involve you

in some small extra cost.

Excuse me, but you'll have

to explain the point.

- I'm sorry?

- Of the embalming, I mean.

Well... ah... particularly in the summer, it avoids a

possibility of the body exploding at a bad moment.

I mean, any moment would be bad, that goes

without saying, but... on the aeroplane, say.

I see.

Mm. You see, normally the

body's simply washed, and, uh

I don't know how much detail

you want me to provide

- I think it would be better if...

- No, no, I would like to know.

Tony was a doctor.

He would want me to know.

Well, to be honest, I was

surprised at how little there is to do.

There's a small bottle of spirit... colourless...

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