Wait.
Fire!
Forward.
Poor bastards. They didn't stand a chance.
My dear Gilda...
yesterday, in an ambush behind the enemy lines...
I killed a young Nationalist soldier.
How inadequate those words seem.
He was clutching a locket when he died...
with a photograph of a young woman.
I suppose, as I write this, she's waiting for news of him...
hoping against hope he is safe.
Dearest Gilda...
still no word from you, which breaks my heart.
I know that to you all wars are useless...
and for us to risk our lives is a betrayal...
of ourselves and of you.
But my country's a part of me.
And if I was not here, I would be betraying myself...
and even more, my brother.
Believe me...
my being here does not mean I love you any less.
Forgive me if you can...
and know that I think of you all the time.
I wonder if you are writing to either of us.
But I do beg you, at least, to write to Guy.
His unit is at Teruel...
where the fighting is especially bitter...
and made worse by the intense cold.
I can't stay. We're operating in a few moments.
I know.
We treated men from your unit a few days ago.
-That's how I knew you were here. -I asked about you.
They said you have no nerves.
You're always the quiet one in the center of the storm.
If I am, it's because I'm too tired to be frightened.
When do you finish your shift?
We never know. Where are you tonight?
Not far from here. It's an old tannery.
I know it.
If I can, I'll come.
-You must be dead on your feet. -No. I have a secret weapon.
It's strong enough to help you forget what you've seen during the day.
Have you heard from her?
I've had other letters, but none from her.
And you?
No.
Why won't she write?
She loves you more than she'll ever admit.
And one day you'll be together again, I know it.
These last few days, I've been asking myself if any of this is worth it.
Perhaps she was right. The world should be left to look after itself.
-You know you don't believe that. -But what are we achieving?
With the Germans and the ltalians on their side, it's only a matter of time.
In that time, maybe the rest of the world will begin to realize what's happening.
-You were always the sensible one. -Was l?
Not in my choice of men, remember?
We should try to sleep.
You know, Gilda once said we two should have a child.
You know she and I were lovers?
I knew underneath.
I wanted to tell you, but she always said you were too British.
She was probably right.
Those were the happiest times of my life...
the three of us together.
And you and I came here.
We had no choice.
How can I be so tired...
and still feel jealous?
I was jealous of you all the time.
She'd be pleased.
Everything needs her blessing.
-Here's your lift. -My doctor friend.
He's convinced I'm some kind of saint because I never go with anyone.
He was so relieved when I said I wanted to come and see you.
He insisted on giving me a lift himself.
I finally got rid of my halo.
There is no second sight.
We grope towards our future blind.
It's kinder that way.
On the morning of her final day, she came to her death clear-eyed...
brave, unknowing.
And when the snow melts, spring has come.
There is an end to war.
One small flower...
blessed, unique...
will flower no more.
Gilda...
I have to tell you that our dear friend is dead.
I saw her just before it happened.
She was so beautiful...
and had become so wise.
Far stronger than me.
A few months later, as the forces of the Republic began to disintegrate...
I crossed back into France with the remnants of my unit.
All our efforts had come to nothing.
The war in Spain was lost.
I am speaking to you from the Cabinet Room...
at 10 Downing Street.
This morning, the British Ambassador in Berlin...
handed the German government a final note...
stating that unless we heard from them by 1 1:00...
that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland...
a state of war would exist between us.
I have to tell you now...
that no such undertaking has been received...
and that consequently...
this country is at war with Germany.
The war against the Fascists in Spain was only a rehearsal.
The greater struggle was about to begin.
Less than a year later...
Poland, Norway, Holland, Belgium, and France were overrun...
and the Germans entered Paris.
I doubted I would ever see her again.
My war was in the field of intelligence.
And early in 1944...
I was sent to establish links with Resistance fighters...
based in the countryside near La Manche.
In the late spring, I was transferred to Paris.
Six long years had passed since I was last there.
My cover was as an official working for a firm manufacturing rolling stock...
for the hard-pressed French railways.
And some time after I arrived, I was waiting for a rendezvous.
Did she see me? I wasn't sure.
But after the initial shock, how could I be surprised?
Gilda didn't see the world as others did.
She was looking after herself...
making sure she could live in the style she was accustomed to.
Bravo.
Stop!
Three mornings I sat across the road waiting for you.
You mustn't come again.
He could come here at any time, and everyone watches.
They'll have seen you come into the building...
the patron and his wife from the cafe.
Yeah, well, they don't think much of you there.
-Of course not. -And you don't care?
Did I ever care what people thought of me?
I'd like to believe that once you cared what I thought.
Why, Gilda? Why this?
I never much liked my own company, you know that.
Yeah, but with one of them?
It's just a game.
Not now.
I'm glad you're alive.
You know about Mia?
She loved you, you know?
As much as I did.
You should go.
We could leave Paris.
Make our way to the coast. I have the papers.
Don't be absurd.
Are you in love with him? This German?
Or is it just a convenience?
A business arrangement, like with Max?
For the duration of the exhibition? The duration of the war?
Go out the back way.
When we were making love just then, you felt it as strongly as I did.
Yes.
Our bodies were always good together.
Forget about me, Guy...
as I have you.
You're out of my life now.
Hello, sir.
When they told me you'd been sitting at a cafe three mornings in a row...
I didn't believe them.
Now I find it's because you were waiting to see an old girlfriend.
A girlfriend who happens to be hobnobbing with a German officer.
Do you realize the risk you're taking? The risk you're taking with all of us here?
You're lucky you didn't wake up with your throat cut.
Did you know she was involved with a German?
Yes, sir.
-And yet you still went to see her? -I've known her a long time.
I've a good mind to have London pull you out.
They won't have it, because there's no one with your credentials...
can come in at this short notice.
-I won't be seeing her again. -lf you do, I'll kill you myself.
You're so beautiful.
It was the right size, yes?
I feel very special.
One day, I will get you stockings.
-When the war is over. -When the war is over.
I want to speak your language. You promised you'd teach me.
But we have our own private language, you and l.
And when the Allies win the war...
we'll all be speaking English in our sleep.
To think, if I had been at Cambridge one year later...
we might have met then.
Here we go again.
You seem a little far away tonight.
I'm here.
I wonder who's getting it tonight.
You were good at the meeting.
You got it just right.
I'm sorry I followed you that day.
No, you had every reason.
I know what it's like to love someone.
Thank you.
Why do you let them insult you?
If our roles were reversed and this was Berlin...
you'd find yourself doing the same.
And expect to be punished.
I'm angry because--
I don't want anything to spoil tonight of all nights.
-Why tonight? -Because....
Because it's your birthday.
You've always refused to tell me, my darling.
And I know it's a woman's prerogative...
but I wanted to know so we could celebrate.
Forgive me, I checked your papers.
My puppet, you're upset?
But why? Thirty-three.
I thought 28 at most.
Open it. Please?
So we're on standby.
Go down to the lavatories and put on the clothes there...
my love.
They picked up the man you were meeting, Bisquet.
How did you--
There's a bicycle outside. You have about two minutes.
Remember Cambridge? The next morning?
-How I dressed like a boy? -Gilda.
I had no idea it would be you.
Give me 30 seconds.
-What happened? -Bisquet was picked up last night.
We just found out.
-Who tipped you off? -The woman I went to see.
This is a surprise. I thought you were on alert.
We've been stood down. There's a storm in the Channel.
No invasion in this weather.
How was your day?
Puzzling. Frustrating.
But not anymore.
I was elated. In some way, somehow, she was on our side.
Before I could even think of finding a way to see her...
events on a greater stage overtook us:
D-day.
For a few days I was looked after by the priest.
And then I was flown back to hospital in England.
I still had no clear idea of Gilda's involvement in the Resistance.
All I knew was that in spite of everything...
when the war was over, we would be together again...
as Mia had foretold.
The Major will see you now, sir.
Just wait here for a moment, please.
-Long time, Guy. -lt is, sir.
The first contact didn't come from our side. She approached us.
In fact, it was more than a year before I discovered who she was.
When I realized it was Gilda...
I was as surprised as I'm sure you were.
Although I suppose you knew her better than I ever did.
Her first lover worked in Stulpnagel's offices.
She copied documents from his briefcase with a miniature camera.
She's good with cameras.
Then passed them on through her contact in a beauty salon.
The intelligence officer she's with now is much more circumspect.
But one tip-off she gave us...
saved an entire escape line from infiltration.
And when you went to see her, you were putting all that at risk.
Why didn't she tell me?
You know why. If you were caught and tortured....
It wasn't just for your own good.
Paris is in chaos.
The Resistance is trying to liberate the city themselves...
and there's no possible justification for sending you back there.
But she is very resourceful, as we both know.
I wouldn't worry about her too much.
It's not the Germans I'm worried about.
Of course, if you were to go of your own accord...
I wouldn't do anything to stop you.
-You got my message? -I'm not coming with you.
Have you seen the people out there?
I'll be all right if I stay here. When the Allies come--
Why will you not come with me? I can take you to Germany.
I know it won't be easy, but at least you'll be safe.
I don't love you, Frans.
Oh, God!
No!
Well, my love, I'm trying to make sense of things...
of how I was, and how I am now.
Well, my love, I'm trying to make sense of things...
of how I was, and how I am now.
I have always believed our first duty is to ourselves...
to live life to the full.
But I have also been haunted by another conviction...
that everything is preordained, lying in wait...
and time is running out.
I seem to have charged through my life in a kind of panic.
And looking back...
I feel I have achieved little of worth beyond our friendship:
yours and mine, and Mia's.
Then one day I woke...
and found I had lost the two people I cared for most.
Only then did I begin to realize that we cannot live alone, aloof from the world...
and that to believe we cannot fight against fate is an act of surrender.
You were right when you said that once I cared for your opinion of me...
but wrong in thinking I ever stopped caring.
I love you.