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"Don't try and save me. I'm already dead."

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A young man with a gentle soul, and a hero ready to happen, Alfred is burdened with an uncommon condition - synesthesia - that cross-wires one sense with another in the brain. Alfred can hear colours. He can taste sounds. All five senses are fused, making any ordinary experience - say, venturing out of his tiny apartment to get groceries - an overwhelming assault on his mind. It’s hard to live a life, hold a job, make a friend. It’s this synesthesia that gives Alfred a perfect memory. Every day, night, and moment in between is with him for life. Every grief, regret, mistake, or humiliation is etched forever. That’s why he keeps to himself, avoids risks. But when every able-bodied young man in Canada is signing up to join the fight - he can’t just stand by. 

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Jack Laskey as Alfred Graves

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Ship name for Alfred and Aurora :)

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Establishing proper cover is crucial and agents should carry only artifacts that support their cover story. Two agents would often pose as a couple as backup for each other if they were ever questioned.

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Alfred is a fragile man, viewed by his comrades as the team’s weak link. But he emerges from a horrific nightmare – interrogation and torture in a Gestapo prison at the hands of a brutal enemy – with more confidence, more insight, and a hero’s sense of who he is and how he can make a difference. When pushed to his limit, the synesthesia he believes to be his biggest frailty, turns out to be his most powerful defense. At the same time, Alfred remains the heart and conscience of the team, as every act he witnesses – vicious and heroic alike – is imprinted upon his perfect memory.

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do you know how long agents last under interrogation? the strong ones? under 24 hours.

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I could feel the life, the warmth, draining out of him, right under my hands. Do you know what that’s like? To feel the life of someone you love disappear from your hands? To want it back? The ache? But there’s nothing, it’s gone.

…You do know.

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Creon via London

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…From raising a freakish boy on his own.

…What did he do?

I came home, 12 years old… Bang, burst, horrible colour. The burning smell. I came into the kitchen, and found my father… And the gun. And the blood. His face half gone, still breathing… Suffering. I could feel the life, the warmth, drain out of him… Right under my hands. Do you know what that’s like? To feel the life of someone you love disappear from your hands? To want it back? The ache… Then there’s nothing… It’s gone.

…You do know.

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Miri: You take orders from Aurora better than the others. Are you in love with her?

Alfred: Why are you asking that?

Miri: Why don’t you answer?

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One more question for you. At the docks… Did Aurora have the shot?

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“Where are you?” “Crispy Pits. It’s a baseball diamond.”