Charlotte Gray Page #3

- Mirabel.

Cyanide pill.

Come along.

I've a handover for you.

Some radio valves.

Meet your contact

at the Caf du Sport...

...Thursday morning, 10:00.

She'll wear a blue coat and ask you

how the weather is in Paris.

Tell her it's not bad

for the time of year.

It's a bit English, I know,

but it helps to remember.

- You've done well.

- Thank you.

No, really.

Main thing is, don't panic.

It's just a test. To get you started.

You'll hardly know you were gone.

Always remember who you are not.

From the moment you leave

to the moment you're back...

... you are Dominique Guilbert

from Paris.

Can you believe it?

They told me to get some sleep.

You've come south seeking work

while your husband is a POW.

You have no children,

no view on the Vichy government.

You simply want to survive the war.

From this moment on,

Charlotte Gray is dead.

What is it?

Germans.

Help!

Mama!

Come on, quick!

Jacob, wait!

- Drink?

- Thank you.

All right?

Yes.

- You missed the zone.

- I saw lights.

What lights?

I was mistaken.

Thank you.

- You are?

- Dominique Guilbert.

Welcome to France, Dominique.

- Octave!

- Auguste!

Idiot.

- Take care.

- Good night.

- Don't forget this, Madame.

- Thank you.

Your papers?

- You want one?

- No. Thank you.

You know this man?

- He works with you?

- He was on the plane.

We're only told what we need to know.

How much do they tell you about us?

We're Communists.

Did they tell you this?

- No.

- It bothers you.

Why should it?

You're all Gaullists in London.

You send weapons because...

...south of Limoges, we're all

you have. But after the war, you wait.

- We're going to change things here.

- Might be an idea to win first.

This is the contact point.

You ask for Octave.

Otherwise...

...we don't know each other.

- Fine.

Thank you for coming.

It is appreciated.

Mama? Papa?

Wait for me!

- Do you think she was an angel?

- Who?

The lady from the sky.

- I don't think so.

- She could be, you don't know.

They've been undermining us for years.

Keeping the best jobs for themselves.

The day they said no Jew should be a

teacher was a special day for us.

I didn't know the father was one

of them. He seemed nice to me.

No, he's seeing somebody else.

I told her.

Number, please. Connecting you.

Order cakes from Madame Galliot,

savories from Albert.

Anything else could be horsemeat.

Number, please. Connecting you.

Boys?

Shouldn't you be at school?

- Where are your parents?

- We don't know.

- Morning, Madame.

- Morning.

The line's gone dead.

I'm sorry, it's not my fault.

No dawdling. Keep in line.

Boys, wait!

Please, after you, Madame.

I know what you're up to, Batrice!

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