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Ugh!

- Let me go! - There are nights...

when all I want is to forget.

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?

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.

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.

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

The trumpet's off.

You don't need synesthesia to hear that.

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...

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

I want to help you.

Sorry.

Okay.

When did this happen?

Last night.

We heard a plane...

really close.

Really close.

- 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.

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!

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!

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

Enough! Take him.

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

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.