 Escape. Escape tonight to occupied France and the underground. The Columbia Broadcasting System and its affiliated stations presents Escape, a new series of programs of which this, the second is Operation Fleur-de-Lis, written and directed by William M. Robson. Today, the 14th of July, the people of a free France celebrate the anniversary of their escape from the tyranny of the kings of Versailles. 158 years ago today, the people of Paris stormed the Bastille and let loose the French Revolution. The torch of liberty set afire that day never burned more fiercely than during the years when France was occupied by the Nazis. We escaped tonight to occupied France, from which three years ago there was no escape. You can call me Duke, but don't use my right name. I might want to go back to France someday. And there are a lot of people in the world that wouldn't understand that what I did was justified in a war. No, I don't have any regrets, moral ones that is. It isn't what I did to Rene that keeps me awake at nights. It's just the memory of her. There isn't much of a bother in my official report on Operation Fleur-de-Lis, but then it isn't customary to include descriptions of slim sunburn legs and wide deep brown eyes and a military document. And anyway, she was only an incident in the operation, even if she became somewhat more important to me. Operation Fleur-de-Lis began like all the others in the grubby, undistinguished house in London, which was the headquarters of the OSS, the Office of Strategic Services. Otherwise known in various parts of the world as screwballs, cutthroat, spies, cloak and dagger boys, and American underground agents. Gentlemen, Operation Fleur-de-Lis is planned to assist the advance of our forces once they've secured a beachhead in Normandy. Is that where we're going in, Major? That is one of the possibilities, Lieutenant. Yes, sir. You will jump over Grandma in northern France, here on the map. You have to set up roadblocks on these three state highways. Here, here and here. There is an underground contact near Grandma's? Yes, Alcine Dutton, he's leader of the local Marquis, expecting him. In addition, you have to block these railroad lines entering and leaving Grandma. These operations are to coincide with the advance of our ground forces. If they land in Normandy. If they land in Normandy. You will in plane tonight at twenty one hundred hours and we'll drop over your objective at... I should think approximately twenty two hundred thirty. Any questions? No, I don't think so, sir. Well, yes, sir, I have a question. Yes, Lieutenant? How many of us are going on this mission? Just the two of you. Just the two of us. And all we had to do was organize an underground army, disrupt the supply lines of a half a dozen Nazi divisions and give support to the entire Allied invasion. Just the two of us. But that's the way the OSS works. When nobody ordered helling me into it, we'd volunteer. I don't know why. Maybe for moments like this one, when you get a B-24 assigned to you as a personal taxi and there's lots of room to sprawl around after the bombings. How do you feel? Fine. Scared? Of course I'm scared, aren't you? Me? No. This is a walk. You forget how tough it was when we were at Paratroop School at Benning. Yeah, that was real rugged. If the wind wasn't right, you might land in the Chattahoochee and get all wet. And it was always the chance that you'd sprain your ankle coming down too hard. And the sun was so bright on some of those daylight jumps. Whereas we got none of those things to worry about here. A nice pitch-black night over France. No sun to blind us. No Chattahoochee River to fall into. Hey, Lieutenant. Yes, Sergeant? Skipper wants to talk to you on the intercom. Thanks. Here, use my cans. Thank you. Duke here. Lieutenant, I'm over here, objective. Any signal from the ground? Yes, the one arranged. Four dots, two dashes. Green. Very well. You and Lieutenant Hill move into the Bombay Catwalk. I'll open Bombay doors in 30 seconds. Roger. Good luck. Thanks. Sergeant, stand by to dump those supplies as soon as we're clear. Yes, sir. Come on, Ed. This, as someone has said, is it. So soon? Just as I was settling down on a good book. Bombay doors are opening, sir. Okay, Sergeant. All right, Ed, let's check your harness. It's a frightful mess. I just can't seem to do a thing with it. I know, but this is the last party. You'll have to wear it on. Okay. How am I? Well, don't look now, but your shoot's showing. Tuck it in. Let's get out on that catwalk. But for those 10 seconds while you fall free, nothing helps. You hang onto the ripcord and you count off a second so you try not to count too fast. Your hand on that ripcord is the only certain thing in the world as you tumble head over teacups with a wind tearing sound from your ears. And there's only one thought, always the same thought, whether it's your first or your 50th jump. Will the shoot open? It does. Yanking at your armpits, knocking the breath out of you, slowing you down, and you swing there like a rag doll trying to get your bearings. First, you make out the horizon. That's where the black becomes darker black, where the stars stop. And you wonder about it, but you can't risk calling out. And now that you're located where the stars are, you look for the signal light, and there it is, slightly to the left, so you tug at your shroud lines, spelling a little air to guide you toward it, and it's coming toward you awfully fast. And you hope this particular French patriot has picked out a field free of trees and church steeples. And then you try to remember all the things they taught you about hitting the ground and rolling with the wind and collapsing your chute, because it's always like this. You always feel like you've never hit the sulk before. And then you're down, and you roll just right, and you collapse your chute, and it's second nature to you, after all. And then you hear footsteps running toward you. And you remember another important instruction, you whip out your automatic, and you hope your French is good enough to get you by. Kiva, who is it? Alcine here. Fleur. Delis. Okay, Alcine, come on. We'll ask you of a ride, Lieutenant. So it seems. I have no idea how long we wish for this moment. Hold it. That's my partner. Come on. Hey, Ed. Ed. Over here, Duke. You okay? My ump and I are just slightly damaged. Otherwise, okay. This is Alcine, our contact. Alcine, Lieutenant Hill. Hello, Alcine. Lieutenant, it is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance. And on behalf of my country... Yeah, well, let's get these chutes buried and blow this place. Where's your transportation, Alcine? We haven't any. What? Where's the safe house? You might be able to stay at my aunt's. I don't think she'd talk. You don't think, aren't you sure? Oh, yes. I'm supremely confident that I... Where are the Germans? They're everywhere. And that is why I'm so glad you're here. Now we can fight again. With your help, we will kill many boys. Wait a minute. How many are there in your maquis? Myself and two others. Just three of you? Oh, my aching bag. But now that the Americans are here, we can do anything. Oh, why don't they get these things straight in London? How could we block roads with a three-man maquis? Three men and an aunt who perhaps will not talk. Well, let's get cracking. Duke, you're not going through with this mad venture, are you? What would you suggest? Well, as for me, I'm off for taking the next plane back to London. These are bread lieutenant. No, thank you, ma'am. This bone chicken is delicious. How do you call it? K-ration. Supreme. We've had nothing like it since the Bosch came. Yeah, well, you get used to it. And cigarettes, Topmally. Cigarettes made of real tobacco. Ah, you Americans have everything. Madame. Alcine. You're kind. You're hospitable. But the comforts of K-ration will not block roads. We need men. We must form a maquis. But we have a maquis. Look, Alcine, there are three of you and two of us. Sure, we've got guns and we've got ammunition and supply shoots somewhere out in that field where we landed. We've got arms for 50 men. But if we had those men, we still couldn't go to war against the German division. And you said yourself as at least a division, Garrison, and Grummo. What must we do? First, we must organize a maquis. We need men. Can you get them? I can go into the village and talk to my friends. You should have done that a long time ago. Alcine, that would be most unwise. Why? Didn't you know? Alcine is a patriot. He's a deserter from the Vichy army, so he's wanted by the Gestapo. Oh, great. And there's a Gestapo headquarters in Grummo, of course. Of course. Alcine is not one to run from danger. Quite the contrary. I can get Rene to help. Who's Rene? Alcine's sweetheart, a lovely girl from Paris. Poor thing she had to come down to the country because her house was bombed out. Let's leave her out of this. But, Lieutenant, she would be most happy to help. Alcine, you've got a lot to learn about guerrilla warfare. You might as well study your first lesson right now. It's shortened to the point. No dames. Well, the next day, we collected the supplies, which had been dropped with us. And we set up a camp deep in the woods. Hill and I were loaded with French money, so we were able to buy food from the friendly farmers. Maybe it was the food as much as patriotism that brought us recruits. Anyway, after a week, we had nearly 30 men. Our maquis wasn't big enough for the job we had to do, but it was growing in the right direction. And then one night, as I was winding up a report to London... Well, what do they say? What do they ever say? Message acknowledged? Carry on? Well, what about new batteries for the radio? What about extra ammunition for the Buck Rogers guns? When are they going to get another drop to us? Why don't you ask them? Yeah, I don't know. They do the best they can, I guess. After all, we're not the only boy scouts in this jamboree. Mm-hmm. Hey, too. Yeah? There goes Alcine again off toward the road. What? Hey, Alcine! Yes? Come here a minute. Yes, Lieutenant. How are you going? I was just taking a stroll. You were on night guard? Not tonight. You weren't on night guard last night, were you? No, Lieutenant. Or the night before? No, sir. What's the matter? Don't you like the camp? Rather sleep at your aunt's? Is it too rugged out here for you? No, sir. Then where were you? In the village. You know the orders. No one is to go into the village. Yes, Lieutenant, but I only go in at night. That makes no difference. But it does. You see, Lieutenant, I'm so in love. Oh, great. The girl from Paris? Yes. You should see her, Lieutenant. She's the most beautiful, the most charming, the most... Don't you know you're endangering the whole Marquis by disobeying my orders? Oh, no. There's no danger with Rene, eh? She hates the bush. Why, why, she wants to join us. You've told her about us? Oh, yes, sir. Are you out of your mind? How do you know she's all right? I just know that's all. She's the most wonderful person in the world. She, she's a real patriot. I told you, rule number one is no dames. Yes, but Rene is different. Yeah. Well, you better marry her before you bring her around here or you'll have to share with the rest of these wolves. Lieutenant, do I understand your... Forget it, I'll say. It's just an American figure's speech. May I tell Rene she can join us? Well, not quite yet. Later, maybe. Yes, Lieutenant. Is that all? Yeah, that's all. If you gotta take it, I'll see him. Take it easy. I do not understand. Just another American idiom, I'll say. Good night. Good night, sir. Hey, Duke. Hmm? You gonna let him get away with that? Well, what are we gonna do? Slap him into the garden house for 30 days. Only this isn't the American army. We haven't any weapons. This isn't the American army. We haven't any guard house. Yeah, it stinks from a security standpoint. I know. If we try to keep these boys from sneaking off home every now and then we're not gonna have any Maki. Hmm. Ah, he's French. Any immoral race. I don't know about that. Remember Phoenix City, Alabama? Yeah. Oh, yeah, see what you mean. There wasn't anything we could do. We'd ordered Al, seen to stay in camp. He'd have sneaked off anyway. He had that dreamy, far away look that's baffled parents, teachers, and first lieutenants since the beginning of time. I didn't worry too much about it because our Maki was growing. And Ed Hill and I were breaking our backs, pushing those French kids through an airsoft basic in three weeks. Headquarters in London didn't tell us much, but we did know from the BBC that the boys had landed at Omaha Beach and it wouldn't be long before they'd be needing our roadblocks. This morning, about D plus four, I think it was. I was out in the woods running a squad through Concealment Grill. Oh, no, no, hit the dirt, don't wait or you're dead. When you see the signal, hit the dirt right now. Pardon me, Lieutenant. Oh, I'll see you. Have you been all night as though I didn't know? Lieutenant, I've got to talk to you. Okay, I'll be through here in a half hour soon. Got to talk to you now. All right, I'll see you. Okay, boys, take five. Come along, I'll see you. Lieutenant, my family's been killed. Oh, no. Yes, by the Gestapo. He set fire to the house. My mother, my father, and my two sisters. They ran out, the Gestapo shot them. You're sure of this? Yes, I heard it this morning from a neighbor who saw it happen. You poor kid. When can we attack Lieutenant? When can we stop this endless training and fight the bush? No, I want only to kill and kill and kill until I pay them back for my father, my mother, my two sisters. Yeah, I know. You'll get your chance, Elsie, but not yet. We've got to wait. We're not ready yet. I'm ready. Before I wanted to fight the bush for my country. Now I want to kill him again and again for them. I know, but you've got to be patient. This should happen to me now. Only last night when I said you'd marry me, come to live here with me in the camp. I was so happy. And this morning I learned this news. When did you hear from your mother last? Not for a month since we began to work, but I've written her every week. You have? Who mailed the letters? Renee mailed them for me. She's so kind and thoughtful. She offered to mail letters home for the other boys, too. Oh, that was nice of her. Did they take advantage of her offer? A couple of them. Who? Paul and Sean. I told them about it and they wrote their families. And Renee mailed the letters, huh? She's a wonderful person, Lieutenant. You're going to love her. Yeah, I think I am. She's all I've got in the world now. Two and two make four in occupied France, just the same as anywhere else. And sometimes it's just as hard to prove. But one thing was sure. Now I wanted to meet Renee in the worst way. But I had to postpone the pleasure because early that afternoon, one of the outposts broke into camp out of breath. Yes, Paul. Oh, the Bosch. They're coming down the road through the forest. How many? I did not stop to count them. Several truckloads to be sure. Pass the word to Lieutenant Hill. Ask him to bring his detail into camp on the double. Yes, Lieutenant. Yes, sir. Take two men and go down by the road and see what they're up to. Yes, sir. Just reconnoiter. Don't fire at them. But this is my chance for revenge. Listen to me. Don't fire at them. That's a command. Yes, sir. They may not be after us at all. I get going. Immediately, Lieutenant. What's the order of the day, Duke? Plants, Graham? Looks like it. All your men here? President accounted for. All right, boys. Now gather around. We'll then get this. There's a convoy of Germans coming down the forest road. Now wait a minute. We're not going to fight them. You know what our job is? Roadblocks. We've got tanks, artillery, and airplanes. It'll be long soon to do the killing. Now look, our security's been pretty good. And those crouts may be on a routine patrol. Chances are they don't even know we're here. They do now. Listen. Yeah. Well, that doesn't. All right. Your men got your weapons? Yes, sir. Good. Now you know the procedure. Get lost. Before you leave the forest, bury your weapons, ammunition, and equipment. Rendezvous at the home of Alcine Zant at 2,200 hours tonight. Good luck. Good luck. Come on, Adelaide Scram. Well, he who doesn't fight and runs away lives to fight another day. There's something like that. Who tipped them off? I'm not sure, but I got a pretty good idea. Who's down there at the road? Alcine. He's fighting a private war, the poor jerk. The basic rule of three in guerrilla warfare is surprise, kill, vanish. However, when you're surprised, the only rule is vanish. And we did. There were about 50 Germans and a half a dozen dogs to track our scent. They spent the day thrashing through the woods, firing into the underbrush and finding nothing. It was a classic withdrawal. And Hill and I were proud of our little army, with the exception of Alcine, its self-appointed hero. When we arrived at his aunt's house, that night for the Rendezvous, a half a dozen of the boys were already there. Fleur. Julie. Oh, Lieutenant, come in. Good evening, madame. Alcine is already here. I'm so proud of him. Oh, Lieutenant, I was just telling Tom Mary and the boys it was magnificent. I got two of them. I killed two boys. Your orders were not to shoot. But, Lieutenant, what would you? What happened to the other boys that were with you? Jean was wounded and captured. Antoine became frightened and ran away. That blows the marquee. They'll get the full particulars from Jean. They haven't got them already. I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but... Quiet. Answer it, madame. Who is it? Fleur. Julie. Open it. Good evening, madame. Come in, boys. Running any trouble, boys? As you see, we are here. Yeah. But not for long. Lieutenant. Yes, Paul. Role and I wish to withdraw from the marquee. Quit? Why? The risk is too great. You afraid? For myself, no. But after what happened to John... He was wounded and captured. We all take that risk. Yes, but last night, the Gestapo got John's family. Like they did Alcine's. Stood them up in front of their house and shot them. Who knows who'll be next? My mother, Role's sister. Alcine's aunt. I wish to withdraw. I don't know why I'm... Now, wait a minute. I don't blame you for being worried about your families. But whose families do you think the British and American armies up in Normandy are fighting to liberate their own? No, yours. Now, this thing isn't as bad as it looks. There's been a leak in our security. Somebody's been putting a finger on us. So we lay low until the leaks plug. But the Germans are everywhere. Spies, perhaps, too, are everywhere. I think I know who's responsible for these murders. I'll make a deal with you. Give me a couple of days to work it out. We'll issue you boys some money, and all you've got to do is to get lost until Saturday night. And then meet me back here. If I haven't patched up our security by then, you can all quit the marquee and become collaborators. Well, it is not that, Lieutenant. No one wishes to collaborate. But one must think of one's family. Ed. Yeah, I do. Give the boys a thousand francs a piece. Right. Come and get it, boys. Come on. I'll see you. Yes, my Lieutenant? I'm going to have a little time on my hands for the next couple of days. Do you think you could arrange to introduce me to your girlfriend? Oh, but of course, Lieutenant. Maybe if she's okay, like you say, we can let her sign up, huh? I am desolated with happiness, Lieutenant. One thing. None of that Lieutenant business around here until I make sure she's all right. Very well. You think my French is good enough to pass as a native? But of course, Lieutenant. All right, then pass me off as a friend of yours. I'll see how I need a name. Let's call me Jacques Dufresne. Jacques Dufresne? Good. I will make the arrangements immediately. I thought you'd like an excuse to get into town, didn't I? The next afternoon, Alcine brought the girl out to the woods near his aunt's house. I stood behind a tree to watch and make sure they weren't being followed. She was all right. Tall, long sunburned legs. Her hair caught in a blue ribbon like a little girl's. I let them walk by, and then I stepped from behind my tree. There you are, Jacques. Hello, Alcine. Rene, this is my good friend Jacques Dufresne. He's from Paris, too. Jacques, this is Rene de Ceboire. Glad to meet you, ma'am, so. And I'm honored to meet you, monsieur. Where do you live in Paris? Near the Port de Lila. But my home is no longer there. It was bombed out. Alas, so was mine. My family remain with friends, but I've come out into the country to fight with a resistance. Jacques has much influence with the commander of our maquis. Oh, I hope you will be able to persuade him to let me join you, monsieur. I shall do what I can. It would be a privilege and an honor to work with a patriot like you. Jacques, I told you Rene was all right. He didn't tell me the half of it. Ma'am Zell, you understand that we must be cautious. There are questions I must ask of a confidential nature. Why don't we meet again? Alone. Why not? Say, tonight, I have a little car. We might take a drive. Fine. But, Rene, you promised me that... I can see you some other time, monsieur. Remember, France comes first. We just drove that night. She was wearing a white ribbon in her hair and a loose white dress and no stockings. We just drove around in her little Citroën with the top down and the wind blowing her hair like a girl in a magazine head. Then we came back about midnight and parked with the bridge. I felt like I was back in high school in Illinois. Look at those stars, Jacques. Yeah. So many of them. So close you can almost reach out and touch them. Yeah. I had them all once, Jacques. I reached out and gathered them all in my arms once. Yeah. I want you to know all about me, Jacques. I want to. Don't think it's wrong of me, but I've been in love. There's nothing wrong in being in love? He was a soldier. Most everybody is these days. A German soldier. Oh. Don't you think that love is bigger than war or hate or anything? Yeah, I guess so. He's dead now. That's good. I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm not sorry. He's dead. Jacques, I'm so confused. I want to understand things. I want to be intelligent about things. But everything gets so mixed up. Like now. Like now? Yes. Jacques, I've never been so happy as I am tonight. Not even with the German? Not even with him. Why does it have to end? Why do those blessed stars have to go out one by one to make way for another day of war? Can't we stop time? You and I gather all the stars together. Just for us. I don't know, baby. It's never been done before. But we can try. Yeah, sure, Jacques. Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow night? Same time. Same place. Forever, if you say the word. Forever. Sure, why not? Who knows how long forever is in this crazy world? Why not have it together? Why not get married? Why not, my most beloved? See you tomorrow night. I'll only be half alive until then. Sherry, if you want to write to your family in Paris, give me the letter tomorrow night, and I'll mail it for you. Oh, no. All right, drop that rock and grab a sock. Rise and shine, lover boy. I brought you a cup of chocolate. Figured you want breakfast in bed this morning. My God, last night. OK. Details. Let's have the details. Nothing much to report. We drove, and then we parked for a while and talked. Did she give anything away? No information. She's a funny kid. Her dialogue is as corny as a bobby sock, so she knows she's pretty, so she wants to be admired for her mind. But I'm sure she's our Mata Hari. How come? She offered a meal and a letter to my family. That's consistent. I asked her to marry me. What? She didn't believe me, but she pretended like she did. I don't know why she's doing what she's doing. Thrills, maybe? French juvenile delinquent. Maybe. Tonight's the night. Tonight you get married? No, the night we get her. The boys are meeting us here at midnight, you know? What's the plan? Well, I'll take another ride with her. In about midnight, we'll be back in the park for the bridge. You'll be there out of sight. I'll have some brandy along, and I'll slug her drink with a capture pill. When she's passed out, I'll give you the come on, and you join me. Here, baby, have another drink, huh? I shouldn't, Jack. Brandy always makes me sleep. Well, whatever. I love it. This is a celebration of our engagement. Oh, kiss me, Jack. Again and again. Sure. Jack, the stars are nearer. Nearer than they've ever been. Nearer than you think, baby. I love you, Jack. I do love you. Kiss me again. Do it again. And again. Brandy. If I get sleep, you collaborationist pig, can you hear me? Okay, Ed. Is she out? Like a red light in an airplane. Here's her purse. Start through it while I untangle myself, will you? Now take a look at this. What is it? A letter from Gestapo headquarters confirming receipt of three addresses. Let me see that. Well, that one's Elson's family, and that one's John's. And here's a Gestapo identification card. Flash your light over there. Look at her. What a dish. Look at that kisser. She's responsible for the death of six people whose only crime was being born French. She'd erect our marquee, snaffled our mission, and turned me over to the Gestapo with her lipstick still on my collar. That gorgeous hunk of double cross. Now we got the proof. Let's get on with it. Okay. I guess you'd rather... No, this is my job. Jeez, she's gorgeous. Yeah. So long, honey. Thanks. She ain't so gorgeous now. Release that handbrake. Got it. Come on, shove. Not yet. Keep that steering wheel straight. The river's deepest right at the center of the bridge. Now, hard right on the wheel. You know something, Ed? I think she finally did gather that arm full of stars. Sure, the operation was successful. When the time came, our roadblocks tied up three German divisions while Patton rolled onto the east. But I still lie awake at night thinking I should have married that dame. Yeah, the operation was successful. But the patient died. Operation Flurderly was written, directed and produced by William M. Robeson with Jack Webb as Duke, Elliot Lewis as Hill, Peggy Weber as Renee, and Harry Bartel as Alcine. Operation Flurderly was based on an incident from the files of the OSS, recorded in Subrosa by Stuart Alsop and Thomas Brayden. The special musical score was conceived and conducted by Sy Fuhr. Escape is presented by CBS and its affiliated stations each week at this time. Next week, we invite you to escape with F. Scott Fitzgerald in his unforgettable story, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz. And so goodnight until next week, when again it will be time to escape. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.