[Coco] I'm just supposed to go in and ask for Schellenberg?
My God.
[Spatz] I'll do it for you.
[Spatz] I advise against making any small talk.
- Yes, of course. - And I would stand. Don't sit.
- Understood. - And he's asked to see you alone.
What? You can't be with me?
You're seeing General Schellenberg for one reason only: to receive orders.
I feel like throwing up.
Well, don't.
- [guard] Moment. - [sighs]
[speaks German]
[mouthing words] Go ahead.
Mademoiselle.
Herr Schellenberg.
Please have a seat.
I know you're quite busy. I don't want to impose.
[Schellenberg] Please.
- Thank you. - [clears throat]
- Cigarette? - If I may.
Of course.
Thank you.
[lighter flicks, snaps]
What a pleasure
to be able to return Coco Chanel the rightful ownership of her company.
Is it done?
[exhales sharply] It will be.
And I will be grateful.
The Wertheimers have taken advantage of me
from the very start of our partnership over... [sighs] ...20 years ago.
What else did you expect of them? They are Jews.
But I have other matters to discuss with you.
Spatz has told me that you know Sir Winston Churchill.
He did?
- Do you? - Yes, I do.
- For how long? - It's quite some time.
How long?
[sucks teeth, clicks teeth] Oh... [chuckles] ...decades, really.
We've had many dinners together since the '20s.
- Vacationed together, uh-- - So it's personal?
Oh, yes. Sir Winston has even taken the opportunity to cry on my lap.
[chuckles] Very good.
Very good.
Mademoiselle...
I wish for you to communicate with Churchill confidentially.
- You can get to him, yes? - [stammers] Oh, I-I-I didn't realize...
[chuckles] ...um--
[stammers] To be perfectly candid, I don't know.
You don't know what?
[stammers, swallows]
[chuckles] I don't kn--
Haven't I told you that I have already taken steps
to return you the rightful ownership of your company, Coco?
You don't know? You don't want to?
No, of course I want to, but I, um-- I don't know where he is.
We've taken care of all that.
For your mission, of course.
- My mission? - Yes.
Operation Modellhut.
Your code name is now... [chuckles] ...Westminster.
You will need to travel to Madrid and meet with Churchill.
Spatz will facilitate all the details.
[Schellenberg sighs]
You will personally deliver this to the prime minister...
a peace offering encouraging Mr. Churchill
to accept our proposal to end hostilities with Germany.
But I'm a fashion designer.
Don't underestimate yourself, Coco.
You can do it.
In success...
history will remember you more for this than for any dress you have ever made.
This is your life's work.
[footsteps approaching]
How did it go?
[breathes shakily]
[Catherine breathing heavily]
[footsteps approach]
It's time.
Come with me.
[interrogator vocalizing]
- [guards shouting, speaking German] - [prisoner screaming]
[vocalizing] ♪ I'm practicing ♪
[vocalizing continues]
[interrogator sighs]
Twenties. French Resistance.
They think she has valuable information.
[interrogator] Her name?
Catherine.
[interrogator] Has she said anything?
No.
[shouting continues]
[interrogator] Hmm.
Catherine.
There is a softness in your name.
Perhaps you will not be too much trouble.
You can help yourself by talking to me.
And if you don't...
I will hurt you.
And I will not stop to hurt you until you tell me everything I need to know.
Catherine.
You don't think they've already killed her, do you?
No.
They'll want to know what she knows.
But your people will help.
Unless she's been brought to the House.
It's the only place the Resistance has no influence.
The House?
No one gets out of there alive.
God help us all.
[sobs]
I haven't spoken to Churchill in years.
I have no reason to believe he will actually meet with me. I--
And did you tell this to Schellenberg?
I tried. He pressured me.
[breathing shakily]
Coco, he's under a lot of stress.
He wants to end the war.
[sniffling] What will Schellenberg do to me?
You need to get to Churchill.
[sniffs] I'm exhausted.
[sobs]
I need a drink. I need sleep.
- [Spatz sighs] - Put me to bed.
I need you.
[both breathe deeply]
[Lucien] Christian, come sit.
Can we offer you something to drink?
[Christian] No.
I just need the company.
The, uh--
The man in the Resistance, he, uh...
He tells me that... [clears throat]
...Catherine is, uh-- is in the Rue de la Pompe.
- [Lucien sighs] - She's being tortured.
- The House. I know of that place. - Oh.
We all do.
[sobbing] Poor Catherine-- [sobs]
It's the only place they can't help her.
[sobs]
I keep thinking about what I have put all of you through
these four years designing for the Nazis.
It's quite a burden for you.
But, Christian, my wife has an old friend
who is, in fact, the mother-in-law of the chief of police here in Paris.
Perhaps he could help.
What can the French police do?
I have heard that many Nazis are starting to leave Paris.
[Christian] Mm-hmm?
Maybe the chief of police would know if it's true
and what it means for the prisoners.
Wha-What about bribes? Will money help?
Maybe, but they think it will make her seem more important.
You'd be willing to reach out?
Of course.
Thank you, Lucien. Thank you.
[breathing heavily]
- [groaning] - [shackles clatter]
- [groaning] - [interrogator] I need a name.
[Catherine straining, groaning]
[interrogator] What is a mere few letters of the alphabet
put together in order to make sounds?
A name.
[interrogator 2 speaks German]
Give us a name and we will stop!
- [shouting] - [gunshot]
[shouting stops]
[officer] The people running Rue de la Pompe, they're animals.
My wife tells me people need hope then she sends me people like you.
And-- And I try to be kind,
but I think people need honesty.
That's all we ask.
They will torture your sister.
And even if she confesses everything, they will probably still kill her.
Where was she living? She might tell them that.
I-If she does, I-- I'll be there, and I could go in her place.
Stop talking so foolishly.
Go in her place? Believe me, you'll change your mind.
Commander, is there any truth to the rumor that the Nazis may be leaving Paris soon?
Yes... [sighs]
...but they might move prisoners capable to work in the camps.
- I'm sorry. I can't help you. - [stammers] Hold on.
The Nazis are really leaving Paris?
We can only hope.
How do they transport the prisoners?
By train.
It's-- It's-- It's always by train.
[Christian] I have to tell Catherine's boyfriend.
Let's go, Lucien.
[glass clinks]
[Coco breathes heavily]
Well, I thought of one way, one person.
Someone who could make it happen.
And who's that?
- Elsa Lombardi. - [lighter flicks]
An Italian?
An illegitimate child of the royal family.
Ah. Lombardi's British?
[Coco] Her married name.
She's married to a captain in Mussolini's army.
She's how I met the Duke of Westminster,
then Prince Edward, Churchill, all of them.
[groans] Winston has a soft spot for Elsa.
I see.
If we bring her to Madrid, it will ensure I get to see him.
Reach out to her then.
Oh, I haven't been on good terms since before the war.
And she's in Rome, so...
Oh, we have influence in Rome.
Question is, can she be trusted?
Doesn't matter. She's my only way to Churchill.
We're going to need a cover story... [stutters] ...for both of you.
Business. [sniffles]
We can open a boutique in Madrid.
Mm-hmm. That's good.
You're already thinking like Agent Westminster.
I'm not amused.
No? [chuckles]
[sucks teeth] I will contact you later.
[kisses]
[Coco kisses] Mmm.
- [Spatz] Mmm. [kisses] - Where are you going?
I am going to go make travel arrangements for your friend Elsa Lombardi.
Hervé, if they're moving prisoners, they are taking them by the train.
S-Sir, i-it's not that simple.
I'm talking to Hervé.
- Can't you just bomb the tracks? - There are several steps before that.
- Listen, we all wanna help Catherine. - [sighs]
We need to know which lines
- they will use to go to Germany. - [insurgent] We can't risk guessing.
We don't have enough explosives to be wrong.
And if we bomb too early... [stutters] ...they will reroute.
- [Hervé] Christian. - What?
I know you want to be helpful.
Do you have anyone in your life who has influence
or access to the Red Cross?
They have been using your train lines, so they might know schedules.
[stammers] I'll ask.
[Hervé] Or the Swedes. Maybe your boss knows someone.
They've been very helpful, keeping political prisoners in France.
- [insurgent] Like Catherine. - [Christian] Okay. I'll ask.
[Hervé] Good luck.
[insurgent] My heart breaks for him.
[distant muffled screaming]
[interrogator] Give me the names! The names!
[Catherine screaming, straining]
[Gestapo officers speaking German]
[jazz music playing]
[knocking]
[servant] A-Apologies for bothering you, Madame Lombardi.
Then don't.
[servant] Yes, but some men are here to speak with you.
What men?
[servant] Um, Gestapo officers.
They are insisting to see you.
They can wait.
[servant] They will not wait.
[music stops]
[phonograph needle scratches]
[Elsa] Hello.
[Gestapo commander] Elsa Lombardi?
No. King George. In drag.
We'd like you to come with us.
What a delightful invitation.
- [chuckling] Fuck off. - [speaks German]
I-I'm so sorry. I don't speak German. Could you please repeat that in Engl--
We have orders to bring you to Paris.
Oh, I see. Yes. Well, I'm not going anywhere.
- If you know who my husband is-- - It is of no significance.
- No. Don't touch me. Get in there! - [speaks German]
Please! No! Put me down! This is an outrage!
- [speaks German] - Don't do this to me!
- [speaks German] - Please, put me down!
Can you at least let me put my shoes on?
Yes. She's a political prisoner at Rue de la Pompe.
Huh? But you're the Red Cross.
- I-If it's not you, then who else is-- - [knocking]
It's open.
- [Lucien] Christian. - Sor-- Sorry doesn't help me. Damn you!
Come. We must go. The Swedish consul general has agreed to meet with us.
I'm eternally grateful.
I'm calling in any favor I can think of.
I dressed his wife and their daughter for her wedding.
I'll drive us.
[panting, whimpering]
[guards, prisoners shouting]
[panting, whimpering continues]
[interrogator] Catherine.
Maybe I leave you like this forever.
Catherine.
[panting, whimpering continues]
[distant screaming]
[door closes]
[grunting]
- [gasping] - Hold on.
[handcuffs clicking]
They're packing to leave Paris.
- [panting] - If you stay strong and don't name names...
if they see you are still valuable, they'll move you.
[sighs] Which is what you want.
- [sighs] - They're killing the weak ones.
[handcuffs clicking]
Leaving them behind.
You're French?
[breathing shakily]
I'm nothing now.
My countrymen will never forgive me.
But I do this kindness for you in hopes that God will.
[panting]
[consul general] Monsieur Dior.
My niece's husband was also at Rue de la Pompe.
I remember you were desperate to intervene.
[consul general] We have to be very careful about how we approach this.
I made mistakes with them.
I tried to intervene.
And the monsters,
they pulled out his son's fingernails and burned his eyeballs because of it.
[Lucien] Raoul, um, please.
What we are looking for is accurate information
about current train movements.
It's all changing so quickly.
I don't have access to reliable information right now.
Unfortunately, the Resistance has been angering the Nazis
by blowing up tracks.
I just need more time to help your sister.
I'll know more soon, and I-- I won't give up.
You have my word.
[knocking]
It's open.
[Elsa panting]
Elsa, my darling. How was your journey?
My journey?
They-- They came into my apartment, and they kidnapped me!
They were just supposed to ask you to-to come see me nicely.
- You're the one behind this. - No! [stammers] That's all.
- [panting] - Come and have a drink.
It was too difficult watching you in that horrible marriage.
Even from afar.
What am I doing here?
[panting] H-How did you just tell those German soldiers what to do?
Oh, it's not what you think.
So you're-- You're with the Nazis now?
No. [chuckles]
I'll explain the opportunity.
Who else is here?
[stammers] No one. Just us.
- Come, my love. Uh, have a drink. - Why would you let them grab me like that?
It was absolutely terrifying!
We made it through one world war. We will make it through this.
You will. Not sure about the rest of us.
- [breathes heavily] - [Coco] Mmm. Ah.
Mmm.
Is that real whiskey?
[swallows, smacks lips] Mm-hmm, it's, uh, your favorite.
[sighs]
How did you get it?
[swallows, sighs]
[sighs]
There's a chance to change your life.
That's why you're here.
I have an opportunity for you.
For the both of us, actually.
Say something honest for once, will you?
[chuckles] I admit it. You changed my life.
Yeah, but I didn't change you.
You always want something. So what is it? What do you want from me?
- Come have a drink. - [scoffs]
We will go to Madrid together.
Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
I have an opportunity to open a boutique in Madrid.
[clicks tongue] I want to give it to you.
- Hmm? - I don't want to be in Madrid.
I don't want to be in Paris.
There are too many bad memories and mostly of you.
I don't trust you.
I just want to go home. Now, please.
Home to Italy.
Well, I don't have any other.
Well, I thought for an instant that you meant your true home in Britain.
They'll never have me back there.
Not now. I'm married to Mussolini's captain. Ugh.
God, I hate my life with him.
Don't worry. We can meet with Churchill and sort it all out.
- Winston? - Hmm.
Wi-- Winston's in Madrid?
Yes, he will-- He will be tomorrow.
- God. - He's meeting with FDR.
Winston really could help me get back home to England.
We'll go to Madrid together.
I'll pack your bag.
[Elsa] How are we going to get there then?
It's all been taken care of, Elsa.
- Allow me. - Oh.
- Hello. - Pleasure to meet you.
- The car's waiting. - Um.
Spatz works for me.
He's, uh, helping get us to Madrid.
- [Elsa] Can we have a quick cocktail? - [Coco] No. No time.
[Elsa] Spatz.
- What kind of a name is Spatz? - [Coco] Elsa, leave him alone.
- Come on. - But he's quite hard to ignore.
[Christian] The good news is
the Swedish consul is asking for more time.
He thinks he can get the Red Cross involved.
[Hervé] We've received orders. We have to go now.
No, but you can't bomb if you don't know what route she's on.
My superior needs us to blow the tracks in the north
because it is where German supplies are coming from.
Please stop, Hervé. You're not listening to me.
I am listening.
W-We can't bomb un-unless we know where she is.
Till we know, don't bomb.
Don't do this. Don't bomb anything. They're helping us.
With any luck, we'll be hitting the same route Catherine's train is using.
But it's a long shot.
- I don't wanna get your hopes up. - [insurgent] We have to go.
Let's go. We're doing the only thing we can.
- [mutters] - Sorry, Christian.
- I have to follow orders. - [stammers, sighs]
[train passengers chattering]
[Elsa] Would you like a cigarette, Mr. Spatz?
- Forget about him. - [Spatz grunts]
How can I forget about him? He's right there.
- Cigarette? - [Spatz grunts]
Not at the moment, thank you.
Very polite. What a gentleman you are.
Well, my wife always accuses me of being overly polite.
Maybe you married the wrong woman.
Mademoiselle Chanel, may I speak with you, um, a moment?
No, no, no. You stay here.
I'm going to go and look for a drink. Does anyone else want one?
- No, thank you. - [Coco] I'll have whatever you're having.
- Make it a double. - [door closes]
[Elsa] Excuse me. Sorry. Do you know if the bar is open?
- Next car. - Ooh, sorry.
[inhales sharply] The other plan to get to Churchill, it fell apart.
What other plan?
We were always Schellenberg's backup plan.
He-- He tried to use British double agents,
but he found out they failed.
What do you mean "failed"?
Hitler had them killed.
And now Hitler knows that somebody is trying to negotiate peace behind his back.
He's put his police on high alert looking for Germans crossing the border.
I have to be very careful right now.
Hitler?
- He doesn't know about Modellhut? - No.
- Oh, my God. [breathes shakily] - [train staff] All aboard.
We need to stop this insanity and get off this train.
- Coco. Coco. Coco, Coco. We need to stay. - [gasps] This is enough madness.
We can't get off this train. It's too late now.
I've already arranged for us a way to bribe our way into Spain.
I'll receive a briefcase of bank notes.
- I can't do this. - Yes, you can.
Stick with your cover story.
You're opening a boutique in Madrid. It's purely business.
- [train staff] Tickets. - [train whistle blows]
- Where are you going? - I won't be long.
I need to secure our travel arrangements
- after we cross into Spain. - [train staff] Have your tickets ready.
Whatever happens, you have to get to Madrid.
[prisoners whimpering]
We should try and sleep.
That would be nice. I'm exhausted.
- [sighs deeply] - I won't be able to sleep now.
- [clears throat] - Try.
- Sing me a lullaby, won't you, Coco? - [groans] Don't be silly.
Remember that song you used to sing?
I don't sing.
In the clubs when... [chuckles] ...we were dancing girls.
I know you like to pretend that part of your life never happened,
but they were some of our best years.
[singing "Qui qu'a vu Coco"]
- [laughs] - [laughs, continues singing]
[laughs] Fine. I'll sing it.
[singing "Qui qu'a vu Coco"]
[chuckles] Wait, there's more.
- [shushes] - No. [stammers]
[singing continues]
[kisses]
[insurgent] We have enough supplies to destroy one more crossing.
Well, let's get this one first and make sure it's set right.
- Hey! Mind the center. - [whistles]
[insurgent] Do you think we can get permission to target Catherine's train?
[Hervé] Let's just do it.
What do you think?
They could take her on the line to Munich or--
Maybe Berlin. I don't know.
It's your call.
[train jolts]
- [gasps] - Oh, God.
- [officer] Search every compartment. - What's happening?
- [officer] Come with me. - Where's Spatz?
[officers shouting]
Oh, they're taking people off the train and Spatz knows what we need to do.
- [Elsa] Where is he? - [Coco groans]
[Elsa] God.
Look!
- Where is he? - They-They just took him off.
[Coco] Spatz.
What's happening?
- [passenger screaming] - [officer] Move!
Oh, God. [grunts]
We're going to get arrested.
[door opening]
Purpose of travel?
We are opening a boutique in Madrid.
You are together?
So you're opening a business?
- Yes, sir. - We're-We're business partners.
Show me your papers.
Your papers.
[high-ranking officer] That's enough. Take the next compartment.
I'll handle them.
Mademoiselle Chanel?
Yes.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
And madame.
Spatz wanted you to have this.
[Coco sighs] Thank you.
Um, where is he?
The Gestapo, they are on high alert.
[sighs] So I had to help him get off the train.
Spatz will meet you on the other side of the border.
Good luck.
You'll save us all if you succeed.
- [Coco sighs] - What are we doing?
You're working with the Nazis, are you?
No. No. Uh, they're working for me. For-- for us.
To meet with Churchill.
- [scoffs] What? - Yes.
What the hell is going on? What's in the suitcase?
I don't know. Um, let's look.
- Look! - [gasps]
Spatz must have arranged it.
Oh! See. [gasps] This is yours.
Spatz wanted you to have this when you get to Spain.
We're going to use this...
- [gasps] - ...to set you up with a wonderful boutique.
Or to help you get back to the UK. Your choice.
- That's a lot of money. - Yes.
And it's all mine?
When we get to Churchill, it's yours.
- Then you can decide what's best for you. - [train staff speaks German] Okay!
- To Munich, let's go. - [insurgent] Taking your bag.
- [Elsa] Now what? He's not here, you see. - [Coco] We'll figure it out.
HENDAYE STATION SPANISH BORDER
[Elsa] I don't know.
Things don't just get figured out because Coco Chanel says so.
Sometimes it does.
Apologies. [sighs]
Are you all right?
Well, I'm here. [sighs] And so are the both of you.
Is that from Kutschmann?
Um, we'll have to drive the rest of the way.
- I'm just gonna go and get your bags. - Okay.
Wait, that-that's my money.
You don't-- [stammers] You don't want to be caught with it.
- [Elsa stammers] But Spatz where is he-- - [Coco] Spatz knows what he's doing.
Did you tell your father?
No, I can not. I need to know more first.
Yes, of course. You are...
such a good son.
Such a good brother.
Come in, he has news.
The Resistance has continued to blow up train tracks,
but I've negotiated an agreement.
If we can beat the train to the German border,
the Germans will release Catherine into Swedish hands.
[sighs] Thank you.
The exchange will happen at the Bar-le-Duc station.
How-- How long do we have? Could I get there?
We don't know.
Is there an estimate of when the train might arrive?
I don't know. You probably have until morning.
I have sent Swedish and French officers.
I-I have to go.
Monsieur Lelong, will you drive?
[Lucien] Yes, we'll have to drive through the night.
I've been there before. It's a very remote station.
[car door slams]
[Coco] Why don't we pull up to the entrance?
I can no longer trust my cover to be reliable.
I'm not staying at the hotel.
You have separate reservations under these names.
Please limit your interactions.
Why? Aren't we opening a boutique together?
That's tomorrow after Winston.
You're meeting him at 9:00 at the embassy.
Please take care tonight.
- [sighs] - And please give us a moment.
[sighs] Take care.
How do I find you afterwards?
Call me. This number.
It's an apartment nearby. I'll come get you.
And by then I'll have secured our way back to Paris.
You two finished planning your future?
[sighs] Good luck.
Good luck to us all.
You do know Coco will probably get us both killed.
She's the least of my worries.
Look, she loves you, or she hates you.
Either way, you're gonna get screwed.
Oh! Feels awfully light.
Actually, it feels empty.
Because it is.
- Let me explain. - [Elsa] There's nothing you can say.
I knew I couldn't trust you.
[person] Welcome to the Ritz. Welcome to Madrid.
[insurgent] I think we will be lucky with Catherine.
[resistance member] How far is it to the next tracks?
[Hervé] Ten kilometers at least.
God willing, Catherine's train will be on those tracks.
[footsteps approaching]
I had a nice little chat with Spatz earlier.
He's very German. [chuckles]
We're not supposed to be together.
Is he a Nazi?
[sighs] He's not really German, you know?
He's like you, originally from Great Britain.
I think he's lying to you.
Did he tell you he took my money?
He didn't take your money. The border agent stole it.
[sighs] So, you knew about it.
Yeah, it's only money.
Mm-hmm. Money and lies.
Money doesn't care who owns it.
I can get you more.
You know, I've always loved that about you.
It is probably your truest talent.
- Believing your own story. - Don't make a scene. It's not safe here.
The legend of Coco Chanel. The self-made woman.
The virtuous, business-savvy, do-it-all-herself Chanel.
That one is my favorite.
God, if people only knew the real story.
- [sighs] - [gasps]
Your boyfriend is a Nazi.
And you're still the little lost orphan you've always been.
Or did you forget that your dad abandoned you?
I'm trying to help you to get what you want, to go home...
and this is how you treat me? [chuckles]
Do you think you actually would have been
as successful as you've been without my help?
- [laughs] - [Elsa chuckles]
Darling... [chuckles] ...I never needed your help.
So, why did you steal my style, my talent, and pass it off as your own then?
If you need to fantasize that you could have achieved all that I have,
you go right ahead.
It came so easily to you that you never understood that real talent
is turning your life into something bigger than just your life.
You were a decoration I hung on my wall.
I-I call you my muse because that's what I do.
I say "muse," I say "inspiration" to motivate me.
I could make more with this tablecloth
than I could out of your entire heart and soul!
Well...
till tomorrow then.
[clears throat, inhales deeply]
That wasn't called for. I'm s-- It's the stress of the war.
- [sighs] - Darling, I know. It's awful.
I'm so looking forward to seeing dear Winston again.
- [kisses] - Forgive me, please.
[kisses] Forgotten how reassuring your little bursts of anger feel.
- Please. - [kisses]
No, it gave me a sort of unexpected thrill.
See you tomorrow, darling. Sleep tight.
[kisses]
[Coco sniffs, sighs]
[horn honks]
[sighs]
[Christian breathes deeply]
How long might it take us to get to Bar-le-Duc?
You will be there in the morning.
[prisoner sobbing, sighs]
[prisoner coughs, heaves]
[breathes shakily] Elsa.
[sighs] Damn it, where are you?
[Coco] Where are you?
[clicks tongue, breathes shakily]
May I help you?
Oh, I-I need to see Ambassador Hoare immediately.
Name, please.
Coco Chanel.
- Have a seat. - It's urgent.
Urgent for you, perhaps. Have a seat.
I'll come back.
[person] Mademoiselle Chanel.
Pleasure to meet you. Come with me.
Do I know you?
- Ambassador Hoare. - Ah.
I've heard so much about you. [chuckles]
How can I help you, Mademoiselle?
I have a message for Sir Winston that he needs to read immediately.
Um, that's impossible. [sighs]
You must let him know that I am here with Elsa Lombardi.
Gladly, i-if only the prime minister was in Madrid.
Oh, he's not here yet?
No, Mademoiselle.
I can wait. [chuckles] What time is he expected?
He's fallen ill in Morocco and won't be coming.
Ah.
Uh, what about by phone? Can we call him together?
I'm afraid... [stammers] ...that's not possible.
[stammers] P-Please let him know it is urgent,
and that I am here with Elsa Lombardi.
Oh, yes. Mademoiselle, the prime minister already knows about Elsa Lombardi.
And what about her?
[breathes deeply]
Mrs. Lombardi came to see me half an hour ago.
Uh, she says... [sighs]
...you abducted her from Italy,
and blackmailed her into coming to Madrid
to help you get a meeting with the prime minister,
that you gave orders to the Gestapo in your hotel that they obeyed.
I've done no such thing.
That you are working with the Germans to manipulate the prime minister.
Nonsense. Nonsense.
And, furthermore,
that you are working to do this with a Nazi agent,
named Spatz.
You're trusting what... [stammers] ...Elsa Lombardi says?
I don't trust what anyone says.
Spatz.
We are aware of many German agents, but none by that name.
Well, she sounds... [blows] ...delusional.
You know, she's a fascist.
Married to a captain in Mussolini's army. [scoffs]
We are well aware of Mrs. Lombardi's personal relations.
Oh, and not a word of what she's saying is-is true.
Then, uh... [stutters] ...why are you in Madrid?
For her. To meet with... [stammers] ...Sir Winston
and help Mrs. Lombardi go home to her beloved Britain.
Well, she's with us now.
I've been ordered to keep her in custody here in Madrid.
However... [swallows] ...unfortunate her marriage may be for her,
we believe she may have valuable information about troop movements.
[scoffs] I doubt she knows anything of the sort.
[stammers] May I speak to-to her?
Maybe... [stutters] ...I can calm her hysteria, and--
That cannot be allowed.
You must return to Paris immediately.
Sir Winston has ordered us to escort you to the train station. [chuckles]
[inhales sharply]
[stammering] And, uh, what will become of Elsa?
Not your concern.
The prime minister and I share the opinion
that the German High Command is made up of homicidal maniacs,
but not fools who would send-- [stammers]
Well, someone like you on an errand of such consequence.
I could not agree more.
Let's get you safely back to Paris.
- [train whistle blowing] - [water splashing]
[train wheels screeching]
- [Lucien speaks German] We-We've made it. - Halt. [speaks German]
[train whistle blows]
[stammers, speaks German]
Uh, here-- Here is our permission.
[Christian] Monsieur Lelong. I'm, uh...
[train whistle blowing]
[soldier speaks German]
[Christian] Monsieur Lelong. [stammers]
- Looks good. They're clear. - [speaks German]
[Christian] Thank you, Mr. Lelong.
[Christian] This is the train! Uh, excuse me! Please!
BAR-LE-DUC STATION
Catherine!
[Christian] Catherine!
Wait, but-- But why won't it stop?
Catherine!
[stutters] Catherine!
Why aren't they stopping?
- [officer] They're refusing. - Catherine!
[officer] The Resistance has been blowing up the tracks.
[Christian] Catherine!
Catherine! Catherine! No! Catherine!
Catherine!
[crying]
- [Lucien] Christian, I am so sorry. - [crying]
- There is nothing we could have done. - [sniffling, crying]
[train whistle blows]
[sobs]