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- Have you got it?
- I think so, yes, I think so.
Weber, my notebook.
- What's the matter?
- I thought I heard someone outside.
- He's always hearing things
since he got that message.
- What message?
- A message I do not quite understand.
- From whom?
- That's just it, I don't know.
- But you think it's from this
mysterious rescuer, huh?
- I believe it came from him, yes.
I believe I shall be got safely away.
I wouldn't be the first, you know.
- And you'll go on with
your work somewhere else,
out of reach of the Nazis?
- Of course.
- You've always refused to
work for them, haven't you?
- I would sooner die.
My business is to cure, not to kill.
Weber, you say you gave the last
injection at 4 o'clock?
- Yes.
Greatly increased resistance.
They were definitely better.
Seems to be working.
There is a man outside.
He told me to give you this note.
- Let me read it.
- Thank you.
- The mind of man is bounded
only by the universe?
What's that mean?
- I knew it.
Weber, get my hat and coat, quickly.
And bring my suitcase.
Notebook.
- Please be careful, please be careful.
- What have I to lose?
- Good luck, my friend.
In my newspaper, Freedom,
I shall tell proudly
of a German whose brains
could not be bought.
- Thank you.
But I should not advise you to.
- Oh, I am quite safe, I am a Pole.
My country is not at war.
Yet.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- And Weber, see that they get better.
I am ready.
- Hurry, hurry.
- I think he will be all right.
- Dr. Benckendorf?
- He has gone away.
- That car that just left, follow it.
- You are wasting your time.
- Sidimir Koslowski, isn't it?
Our time isn't entirely wasted.
You saved us a journey.
Inside.
- Get this, it's hot, another big escape,
Justin Prolov.
- Now, hold it, now hold it--
- No, no nobody knows he who he is.
- Gentlemen, please, gentlemen.
The Minister of Propaganda instructs me
to inform all foreign correspondents
that rumors of a mysterious personage
helping enemies of the
state to escape from Germany
are without foundation.
We can assure you there
have been no such escapes.
And there is no such rescuer.
Furthermore, in Nazi
Germany, no one can hope
to be saved by anybody!
- Jordan!
Jordan.
- Yes, sir?
- Jordan, you are nothing
better than a vandal.
A Goth, a spiritual
descendant of the Huns,
whose primary object was
the desecration of beauty.
- I wouldn't know what you mean, sir.
Not without a dictionary.
- Yours is the unique privilege
of looking after the
fairest goddess of them all.
The one sublime woman.
But how do you treat her?
Look, man.
Look.
- Sorry, sir.
As a matter of fact, I'm very
fond of Aphrodite, very fond.
But there's so many of 'em.
- So many of 'em?
- Well, in a manner of
speaking, there are,
aren't there, sir?
- There's only one woman like this.
Look at the symmetry, look
at the grace, look at,
look at the dust, Jordan.
- Sorry, sir,
I'll go and get my feather
duster right away, sir.
- Fond of her?
- Look, girls, there's Juno.
- No, madam, not Juno.
Aphrodite Kallipygos.
- Are you sure?
- Well I ought to know, I discovered her.
- Really?
She's just come out of her bath.
And you see that towel
she's holding in her hand--
- That is not a towel,
madam, it is a heton,
a form of drapery.
- It looks like a towel.
- Very good.
It's a towel to you, it's a heton to me.
- She's the goddess of plenty--
- No, no, no, no, the goddess of love.
- Sh.
- Of lawful, wedded love.
- She's a respectable goddess, girls.
- She's practically
perfect, as you can see.
And in the languishing
eye and smiling lips,
there is a boundless
compassion for the folly
and ignorance of a blind world.
- Very jolly.
Yes, very jolly.
Come along girls.
- Professor, the college porter
just called for you, sir.
You're late.
- Late for what?
- Your lecture, sir.
- Oh, don't be ridiculous,
my lecture isn't till Friday.
- But today is Friday, sir.
- Good heavens, how extraordinary.
What happened to Thursday?
- We had it yesterday, sir.
- Did we?
Did we.
- Yes, sir.
- Morning.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Where's teacher?
- If he doesn't hurry,
the lecture will be over
before it starts.
- Well I've sent the
porter to rout him out.
- Half an hour's nothing.
He didn't turn up at all last week.
- Hey, look at that, boy,
isn't that beautiful?
- I think it's insulting, being so late.
- Well, what do you expect, Bibbi,
archeologists are always a
thousand years behind the times.
- No, Mr. Maxwell, a mere
matter of 35 minutes.
Which compels me to omit
two thirds of my lecture,
for which, no doubt,
you'll be duly grateful.
I shall therefore content myself
with merely giving you
something to think about
till our next meeting.
The constitution of ancient Greece
bears witness to both practical
and spiritual influences.
For example, every line of the Parthenon,
either returns to mother Earth,
or slopes gently upwards to the heavens.
What is that?
- That, sir?
That's a dice.
- Dice?
What's it doing here?
- It, uh, showed
a regrettable tendency
to return to mother Earth.
- You'd better remove it.
- Yes, sir.
- Give it to me.
Mr. Maxwell, I often
wonder what persuaded you
to join this class.
- My old man figured that a
course of archeology'd sober me.
- He figured in vain.
- Anyhow, he was crazy,
my coming to England.
- That I can well understand.
But to continue.
- Uh, professor.
Could I have my dice, sir?
- To continue.
In the Parthenon, we see the working of
the spiritual influence,
while in the dwelling houses
of the Greeks we find the practical,
as emphasized by a strict division of
the women's quarters from the men's.
An arrangement which in my view
proves the vast superiority
of Greek civilization
over our own.
- He's always making cracks at us.
- Greek women, moreover, were condemned
to habitual seclusion.
An admirable practice,
which unfortunately is
not followed in this university.
- Do you object to our
presence here, professor?
- Oh, I can't object.
I can merely deplore it.
Now that we've succeeded,
somewhat elaborately,
in getting rid of the female students,
I'd like to have a word with you.
For some time past, I've
been making excavations
in Central Europe, for
the purpose of discovering
traces of an Aryan civilization.
Oh, I'm perfectly serious, gentlemen.
It may surprise you to
learn the German government
is most interested in the idea.
Next week, the term comes to an end.
Yes, Mr. Maxwell, it comes to an end.
And in the vacation, I've
decided that I might take
a few archeology students with me.
How does the idea appeal to you?
- It appeals enormously to me, sir.
- And me, sir.
- I'd like to come, sir.
- So would I, sir.
If the financial requirements can be kept
within reasonable limits.
- I think I can guarantee
that, Mr. Mclntyre.
That's four.
Four.
Not a very flattering response.
- Would I be allowed to
bring my young sister, sir?
- No, Mr. Elsted,
I'm seeking to avoid the
company of females in general,
and young sisters in particular.
I assume you would not be
interested, Mr. Maxwell.
- No, sir, I spend my
vacations in the present,
not the past.
- Good.
Good!
- Professor, aren't we asking for trouble,
going to Germany at a time like this?
- Trouble?
- I mean,
I'd like to come too,
but the jolly old blue might
go up at any moment, you know.
- Why, I hadn't thought of that.
A roughhouse is just my meat!
- Mr. Maxwell, I've already
accepted your refusal.
- No, I take it back,
prof, you can count me in.
- Oh, but I assure you--
- Now, prof, you might need a few huskies.
And I'm a whale at organization!
You say the word and I'll
run the whole outfit.
- Mr. Maxwell, one of
the chief attractions
of this expedition, was
the thought that for
three whole months I
wouldn't be seeing you.
However, now that's to
remind me of something.
Of course, crumpets for tea.
Well, think it over, gentlemen.
Those of you who want more information can
come and see me in the morning.
Good day.
- I'll be around with the whole thing
scheduled after dinner.
Come on, boys.
- 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe--
- Stop!
- All mimsy were the--
- Ah, professor, good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
- How are you, pray?
- Late for my crumpets,
as a matter of fact,
which unlike wine, do
not improve with keeping.
- Good day, sir.
- Ah, one moment.
It may have escaped your memory
that I am the dean of this college.
- Oh, so you are, sir, I'm so sorry.
- But you will hardly have
forgotten Dr. Benckendorf.
- My goodness, the guinea pig!
- My old friend, how
good it is to see you.
- Well, well, well, it
must be nearly 20 years.
- All of that, I am afraid.
- Ah, this is wonderful.
How are the experiments coming along?
I tell you what, you must come round
to my rooms after hall, and
we'll talk the cluck around.
- May I remind you that
the doctor is my guest.
- No no no, you're both of
you my guests, come along.
Well, goodbye.
- Extraordinary fellow.
- Well, now that the dean has left us,
tell me all about it.
The serum was a success, eh?
- I left before I had the final proof.
- Oh that was too bad.
- On the other hand, I still have my life.
- It's hard to believe
conditions are as bad as you say.
- They are worse, my friend.
My escape was a miracle.
- So it seems.
- I very much regret, I am
unable to thank my rescuer.
- By the way, who was he?
And how on earth did he manage it?
- I have no idea.
He came and went like a shadow.
An invisible bodyguard.
Every detail was arranged for me,
from the time I left my home.
- Regular Cook's tour, eh?
Well anyway, you're safe and alive
and able to get on with your work.
- Yes, I like to believe
it was because of my work
that he did it.
- Not a bad reason.
- It is
difficult for people like us
to understand the motives
of a true adventurer.
You and I are
not men of action, my friend.
- No, I hate violence.
It seems such a paradox to kill a man
before you can persuade him what's right.
So uncivilized.
- Bless my soul, what's that?
- Everything's lined up, prof,
and I brought the bunch
along for a final check-up.
- I said tomorrow.
- Sure, but I'm helping you buy 12 hours.
Now look, chief, use the itinerary
of the times of arrival and departure.
An iron ration will be carried by all,
and personal luggage
restricted to 28 pounds.
And we're all set to go.
- Go away, don't you realize that I--
- Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Sorry, sir.
- Say, prof, can I have my bones?
- Hmm?
- Dice.
- No, they're my bones now.
- You're welcome, prof,
see you in the morning.
- Good heavens.
Did I dream all that?
- I'm afraid not.
We're all set to go.
- My home is in Oy.
- Oy?
- Oy.
But when I am on duty, I
am billeted at the chalet.
- Do you think he'd bite me?
- No, not unless I tell him to.
- Come here, gentlemen, I want you to meet
a friend of mine from Oy.
- Hello, how are you?
- I say, professor, we're not gonna walk
right on out of Germany today, are we?
- My feet are giving out.
- Do you think they'll manage to carry you
another 20 hours, Mr. Gregson?
- What's all this barbed wire for?
- We are at the German-Swiss
frontier, gentlemen.
And the barbed wire is to
prevent the oppressed Swiss
from escaping into free Germany.
- Say, do you see what I see?
- What do you mean, the cow?
- Yeah, the cow.
- Yeah, believe it or not,
boys, that's a Bonhoffer cow.
- They produce less milk
than our Jersey cows.
- Really, you must tell me more
of your experiences some other time.
- Mr. Romley.
- Here.
- Come on, Gretchen, let's hear a few.
- Yes, come on.
You'll take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love
will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie
banks of Loch Lomond
- Come on, boys, Annie Lloyd.
- Everything all right, Herr Professor?
- Everything's splendid.
And the coffee's excellent.
- I'm glad it's to your taste, sir.
- Still at it, prof?
- Yes, we shall only be doing
about 15 miles tomorrow.
- It'll seem like standing still.
- Well, have you got our marching orders?
- Yeah, just another 15 miles.
- Does he never relax?
- He's like a man hunted by a conscience.
Forever forging ahead.
There must be reason for it.
- There is.
Sex starvation.
- Go on.
- No kidding.
- Maybe you're right.
- Well can't we do something about it?
- Say, that's quite an idea.
Tootle on that flootle,
Jock, I'm going into action.
My tooting.
La da dee, da dum dee dum
La da dee, da dum da dum
Dee
- Now gentlemen,
since you're all in such
magnificent spirits,
I've decided to alter
slightly tomorrow's itinerary.
- Ah.
- It will now be 20 miles.
- 20 miles, but that's--
- We'll make it 19 miles.
Yes.
Now, as you all know,
we're now at Unter Sitzenberg.
Altitude 5,000 feet.
In the morning, we shall climb to 8,000
feet.
And uh...
in the afternoon...
Yes.
On second thought,
we'll postpone discussion about
the afternoon's operations
until later.
And so, gentlemen, to bed.
The call tomorrow morning is 5:30am.
- Hello.
- Hello, Hans.
Have some coffee?
- No, no, I want to go to bed.
- Now take it easy Admiral,
I never shave in the evening.
- It's getting late, Herr Professor.
- Thank you for reminding me, my friend.
Goodnight ladies
Goodnight ladies
Goodnight ladies
We draw you now
- Silence.
Go to sleep.
- If you're looking for dames,
there aren't enough to go around.
- Oh, wanted me, sir?
- Yes, come.
Anybody come in here just now?
- There's no one here
but the English party.
- So.
- I haven't seen anyone, sir.
- Are you sure?
- Yes sir, I have been
here since I came off duty.
- So.
Well he's in Switzerland by now.
There'll be the devil to pay for this!
Get your post.
- You don't expect me to
believe that nonsense?
- Yes I do.
- It couldn't be the same man.
- It might be.
- It couldn't be!
Here, here, here, here, here!
He couldn't be everywhere.
- He could.
- And last night here
on the Swiss frontier.
Let's go see how the
reports are coming in.
- Right.
- What's the latest about Planker?
- Oh a message from Breslov.
No information regarding
identity of unknown man
who assisted in Karl Planker's escape.
- Still no news of this fellow.
Means trouble for someone.
Any news?
- Message from Hamburg.
No information regarding
identity of unknown man
who prevented the
execution of Josef Fiatz.
- Breslaw, Hamburg, Belgian
frontier, French frontier.
All the same, no news.
- Planker seems to have got away.
- Over the Swiss border, same
as Josefs and Blumenfeld.
- Shankenhurst went through Holland.
But it's this damn shadow
that Graum's after,
if we can believe in it.
- Well I do.
- You call this thing a report?
What is the use, Herr
Kommandant, of the gestapo
arresting enemies of the
Reich if you permit them
to escape?
- Every precaution was taken.
- That's no excuse for your conduct.
- We are answerable for our
conduct to General von Graum,
not to his assistant.
Kindly have my report delivered.
- I'm afraid you'll regret
that, Herr Kommandant.
Please wait outside.
Schmidt?
Take this report to General von Graum.
- Yes sir.
Oh, don't you think?
- At once!
- Yes sir.
Get out, you!
- Oh, Hoffman.
- Yes?
Oh, hello Schmidt.
- Take this report in there.
- What is it?
- Another report from
the prison kommandant
about Karl Planker's escape.
- I'm sorry, just going to have my lunch.
- Hoffman, this is an order.
- Herr Reich Minister.
- Know your enemy.
I am told that the English
have a secret weapon.
Their sense of humor, and
I am determined to find out
all about it.
For instance.
PG Wodehouse.
Listen.
"The man with the beard sighed.
"Down in the forest something stirred."
Is that funny?
- No, it's not funny.
- Good.
Now, the famous English
humoristic journal Punch.
"Young lady at telephone.
"You say you have met an
officer and a gentleman.
"Well, bring them both up."
Not funny?
- No, not funny.
- Good, now Edward Lear.
"There was an old man of Bengal
"went to a fancy dress ball.
"He said I'll risk it and go as a biscuit
"and the dog ate him up in the hall."
Very unfunny.
- Yes, very.
- Now Herr Lewis Carroll.
"Alice Through the Looking Glass.
"Twas brillig and the slithy toves
"did gyre and gimble in the wabe."
Painful rubbish.
- Very painful.
- I have come to the
conclusion that the English
sense of humor is a myth.
They have no sense of humor and therefore
they have no secret
weapon, the whole thing
is a complete bluff.
- Yes, yes.
- Ah, but wait.
When I am Gauleiter of
London I shall see to it
that there is no talk of sense of humor.
- Oh you will, Herr Reich Minister.
- Well what is this?
- A report on the escape of Karl Planker.
- Ah.
Schmidt and Marx, bring them here.
Get them!
I shall see the prisoner
Koslowski in three minutes.
Ah, come in gentlemen, come in.
Incompetent clowns!
You have read this report?
- I have sir, I told the prison
kommandant what to expect.
- You did, eh?
- The frontiers are watched,
all foreigners questioned.
It won't be long before we get the man
who arranged these escapes.
- Oh, then you have his description?
- Hardly, sir.
- Well.
And it never occurred to
you to question the one man
who could give it to you?
- Who, sir?
- Send in Sidimir Koslowski.
- Of course.
- Just so.
A more impatient man might
resent having to supply
all the brains in his department.
- Prisoner Koslowski.
- Ah, just the man we want to see.
I wanted to have a little
chat with you about freedom.
Oh, not the paper you edit,
but your own personal freedom.
- Well?
- At our last interview I
asked you to let me have a list
of the persons who had
contributed matter to your paper
contrary to the interests of the Reich.
- You did.
- Well suppose we forget that.
- It'll save you a lot of disappointment.
- And suppose you answer
me a much simpler question.
- In return for what?
- Ticket to Warsaw, the
freedom of your own country.
While it exists.
- What do you want?
- A description of the man
who prevented the arrest
of Dr. Benckendorf.
- I can't give it.
- You were present at the time.
A trained observer must have noticed some
little peculiarity.
How he walked, he talked, his height.
What was his nationality?
- I've no idea.
- Oh come.
I should hate to leave
you to the tender mercies
of those idiots who've just gone out.
- Very well then.
Under duress.
He was seven feet high
and covered with red hair.
- I see.
You are, I believe, a married man.
- Correct.
But with Europe in its present state,
my family is abroad.
- Your family consisting of one daughter?
- Yes.
She is safely in America.
- In America, yes.
Thank you.
Good day.
- Is it the real thing, sir?
- No, Master Gregson, I'm
afraid it's just a flint
from one of Mr. Hitler's new roads.
- Letter for you, Prof.
- Oh, thank you.
I'm very sorry, Mr. Gregson.
Well, look at that.
Oh that's very pretty.
An invitation from our embassy in Berlin.
Berlin?
Oh that seems an awful long way away.
- Wait a minute, don't
tell me you've forgotten
we're all set for Berlin tomorrow morning?
- Are we?
- Sure.
- What time are we leaving?
- 9:52.
- Oh.
AM?
- AM, and I'm gonna write it down.
9:52.
Now it's right here in your pocket.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Well gentlemen, I shall
see you on the train.
9:58.
- Two!
- Two.
- But where are you going tonight, sir?
Aren't you going to stay here?
- Probably.
Probably.
- Thank you.
- Don't worry about me.
- You know, some guys
should go around in a lead.
- er kommt.
What did I tell you?
- Get rid of it, you fool!
- What are you doing you two?
- Nothing.
- You were looking at something.
- I was only looking at his hands.
- Why?
- Because they're the hands
of the world's greatest
pianist.
- Well, who wants to
look at the dirty hands
of a dirty loafer?
I shall report you for this.
Name?
- Meyer, Karl Meyer.
- Get on with your work or
you'll have a taste of this.
- How do you expect to be
rescued from this place?
Nothing but fields and open country.
- I don't know, but I believe.
There have been others, you know.
- Stop talking there!
Next time there's any
trouble it'll be one of you
scarecrows!
- Gosh, the shadow's been at it again.
World famous pianist
escapes from labor camp.
- Let's have a look.
Karl Meyer the pianist is
reported to have crossed
the French frontier in
an exhausted condition.
- It is suggested that
his escape is effected
by the mysterious personage
believed to have been
responsible for similar
rescues of other enemies of
the Reich.
- What a game, what a game.
- Better than burrowing like a rabbit
for bits of the past.
That guy has guts.
- Even a rabbit has guts, Mr. Maxwell.
- Sounds awfully sensational.
Wonder how he does it.
- By taking a chance.
- They'll catch him on
the hop one of these days.
They always catch that sort of bloke,
don't they sir?
- In the deplorable argue of
you moderns, I wouldn't know.
- The man penetrated the camp
in the guise of a scarecrow.
- In the guise of a scarecrow?
Here let's have a look.
Guise of a scarecrow.
He was undoubtedly
wounded, for a ragged coat
with a blood-soaked sleeve was picked up
when the escape was effected.
- Blood soaked sleeve?
Very melodramatic.
- Pipped in the arm, eh?
- I wouldn't pay too much attention
to newspaper reports, gentlemen.
- Well, I suppose one can
get a wash on this train.
- Yes, yes, that's a good idea.
- Think I'll have a wash too.
- Right, a wash.
- My hands are perfectly clean.
What on earth's the
matter with you gentlemen?
- Prof.
- Just so, Mr. Maxwell.
But a sensible fellow
would keep his mouth shut.
- Oh gee, oh boy oh boy.
Well kick me from here to Christmas.
- Apart from the wearisomeness
of such an undertaking,
I'm the one who should be kicked
for the not unnatural
mistake of underestimating
your intelligence.
- But how did you get into the racket?
- Trouble was to keep out of it.
You see, when a man holds the view
that progress and civilization
depend in every age
upon the hands and brains of
a few exceptional spirits,
it's rather hard to stand
by and see them destroyed.
- But how did you get away with it?
You of all people?
- Mr. Maxwell, I'm not
a spectacular person.
In fact, a natural capacity
for melting into the landscape
has suddenly proved very useful.
- I guess you're one of the
greatest guys in creation.
- That, Mr. Maxwell, is
a gross overstatement.
Actually I'm a singularly weak person.
Who invariably gives way to his impulses.
- Fellas, come back here, on all fours.
- Well gentlemen, I hope
you feel duly refreshed.
- Yes, thank you sir.
- Professor, may I shake you by the hand?
- Certainly Mr. Mclntyre,
especially as we shall soon
be saying goodbye.
- Goodbye?
- Goodbye?
- What else?
Now that you've discovered
my guilty secret.
- Yes, we've got
something to say about that.
- Plenty to say.
- Yes, we've been
talking it over ourselves.
- Yes, we want to be in it, sir.
- We are in it, up to the neck
and through to the finish!
- Oh no you're not.
- Oh yes we are, otherwise I'm afraid
we'll have to give the whole show away!
Eh fellas?
- What is this gentlemen, blackmail?
- Well, a nice kind of blackmail.
- Yes.
Yes, I'll attend to it at once.
Hello?
Hello?
I can't hear a word, I'll ring you back.
Gentlemen please, I
can't hear my own voice!
- I'm sorry.
- Is there nowhere else
you can go to perpetrate
these noises?
- Characteristics are purely French.
- Rubbish!
The phrase or one like it
occurs in no fewer than
seven compositions of Lubach's early work!
- Nothing like it.
- Well at least we're
agreed about the tempo!
- I maintain there is a
modulation in the second movement!
- But I heard the record
and I didn't notice it!
- Well if you'd listened more
carefully you'd have heard
that the tempo of the second
movement is far slower
than the tempo of the third!
- Gentlemen, please.
Will you be quiet!
- Here in this building
we are supposed to know
everything that goes on in Germany.
You can hardly expect me to
believe that these escapes
were effected without treachery somewhere!
- Herr Reich Minister!
- We've given all the
information we possess.
- If my loyalty's in question, I resign.
- Resign, that is your
valuable contribution?
Sit down.
Now, let us examine once
more the available evidence.
First, a scrap of music
whistled in the night.
- Beg your pardon Herr Reich
Minister, it went this way.
- No, this way.
- No no no.
- Stop that!
The origin of the tune is
being traced by a committee
of experts.
Secondly, the corner of a
card found in the pocket
of the scarecrow's coat.
Send in Herr Zigor.
Where is it?
- Here it is.
- A piece of paste board.
Gild aged, with RSVP printed
in copper plate on one side,
and the figures 9:52 in
pencil on the reverse.
Well?
- It must be part of an
invitation card, sir.
- Oh well done Herr Schmaus.
And that being so it is
possibly one of a number issued
for the same reception.
Is it beyond the power
of the gestapo to trace
where that reception is being held?
- Herr Zigor is here.
Well?
- Unfortunately sir, none
of the persons who overheard
the whistling that followed
each escape has enjoyed
a musical education.
- Oh.
- So we have endeavored to
crystallize their renderings
into a single musical phrase and score it.
There.
- I asked you to trace
the origins of the phrase.
- It starts with a 27
bar of the third movement
of Lubach's concerto in G minor.
May I play it for you?
- No, I will.
Sit down.
Put on the record made
by the frontier guard.
But don't start it.
Lubach's concerto.
I don't believe it.
Put on the record.
Oh, stop it.
Well.
Here at last we have something.
Come over here, all of you.
You see?
Identical.
- Absolutely identical.
The British Embassy reception.
That means he must be English!
- Does it?
How interesting.
And the fact that I too
have received an invitation
means that I must be English!
Thank you gentlemen for
your invaluable help.
You may all go.
And you.
What are you doing here?
- I was just collecting some papers.
- What for?
- I don't know.
I always do.
- What's your name?
- Wagner, Herr General.
- Do you like music, Wagner?
- Not very much, Herr General.
- Do you like this melody?
- It's quite nice, for an English tune.
- Did you say English tune?
- Why of course.
An old English song.
There is a Tavern in the Town.
- Come here, Wagner.
- Herr General?
- Don't be nervous.
You shall be rewarded!
You are a genius!
You shall have a signed
picture of the Fuhrer!
Have a chocolate.
- His excellency the Peruvian
minister and Madam Gordia.
Lord and Lady Grabett.
- How are you my dear?
- The ambassador here?
- No no, he had to fly to London.
- Oh, things as bad as that, eh?
- Well hope springs eternal, eh?
- Herr Reich Minister General von Graum.
- My felicitations.
- So glad you were able to come.
- I never miss an opportunity
of cementing the friendship
between Britain and the Reich.
- That was very happily put.
- I hope you will be able to
come to the Nuremberg rally?
- Yes, I hope so.
What's it in honor of this year?
- Peace.
- Ah.
- Captain and Madam Lacroix.
Colonel and Mrs. Channing
and Lady Eva Plumb.
- That man over there.
- Where?
- By the table.
The one by the fireplace with the beard.
- Idiot, that's one of our men.
- The right honorable
the Earl of Meadowbrook.
- Hello Bussy, what have you been doing?
- Absolutely nothing.
- My dear fellow, you mustn't overdo it.
- I know.
- Oh, the jolly Miss Coles.
- Good evening, General.
- General von Graum.
- Oh yes, of course.
- Not a very good memory.
Nervous?
- Not in the least.
- Well you know what you're looking for?
- I have my own idea.
- A typical English guards
officer, man about town.
Or perhaps the explorer type.
Strong, silent, resolute.
- Guard's officer, man
about town, explorer.
- Perhaps that man there.
- Or there.
Or there.
No, I'm afraid that's not
the type I'm looking for.
- No?
- No.
I'm looking for brain, not brawn.
- As you will.
Anyhow, all I can tell you
is that the man we want
will be here tonight.
See what you can do.
- Don't forget the General's name again.
- Thank you, sir.
- Sir Roger and Lady Tadworth.
- Your card please, sir.
Thank you.
This way please.
Thank you sir.
- His excellency
the Chilean ambassador.
- Have you got a match?
- I'll get you one, sir.
- Thank you.
- Senor and Senorita Goya.
- Old soldiers.
- Yes sir.
- Sorry sir.
Professor Horatio Smith.
- Hello George.
- Hello Horace.
- Well I've come as I promised.
- Well that's splendid.
- Can I go now?
- Oh I should stay a
bit and enjoy yourself.
- Alright.
- That's a nice suit.
You make it yourself?
- Certainly not, a fellow
in Cambridge made it for me
when I was 17.
- Alice, I'd like you to meet
my brother Professor Smith.
Lady Willoughby.
- How do you do?
- Not the Professor Smith?
Why only the other day
someone said I was the image
of your Aphrodite.
What do you think?
- Well it's rather hard to judge, you see,
I only know my Aphrodite in the nude.
- Horace, I don't know
whether these details
of your private life--
- Yes well, to the pure all things impure.
- If I were you I should
take things a bit easy.
- It's alright, my head's like iron.
- In more ways than one, believe me.
- Say, there's the prof.
And it looks like he wants me.
- You mean us.
- Who is that?
- I've no idea.
- He's here.
- How do you know?
I've just been upstairs and--
- Have you noticed that, sir?
- I do my best not to, Mr. Gregson.
- I'll bet she's got
a headache holding that up.
- Yes, let that serve as a
reminder to you gentlemen
that the rendezvous is 11:30 at Dvorak's.
- And I think I know who he is.
- Oh, who?
- I don't speak until I'm certain.
- I thought you said there
were half a dozen cards
with their corners torn off.
- Yes, but only one that will exactly fit
the one that I have here.
- I can hardly imagine
the man you're looking for
being wise enough to tear
the corners from half a dozen
and foolish enough to leave his own card.
- You are a very intelligent young woman.
- Very intelligent of you to realize it.
- Now that he's in here I
can promise he won't get out.
- I haven't any complaints.
- The champagne's not too
hot, in fact it's lukewarm.
- What do you expect baby?
It's free!
See Naples and die.
Boy, do you see what I see?
- Now's your chance.
- Gotta do things artistically.
There's a different approach to each type.
Watch me.
- Excuse me.
Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought
you were somebody else.
- Von Graum.
- Smith.
Clearly a case of mistaken identity,
I'm looking for Jekyll and I find Hyde.
- Jekyll?
Hyde?
Oh an English joke.
- Well, hardly a joke.
- Well excuse me.
- No no no, you mustn't go,
tell me more about yourself.
I'm always interested in
local customs and habits.
For instance, what do
you do with yourself?
- I hunt for the enemies of the Reich.
- Do you?
Do you get much shooting?
Oh waiter.
- Well excuse me, I
think someone wants me.
- No no no, not til
you've had your coffee.
They tell me the British
Embassy is the last place
in Germany where it can be obtained.
- In Germany we have
discovered that a substitute
can be better than the real thing.
- Ah, the story of the grapes.
Tell me, is it a fact
that in your country,
there's no longer any freedom of speech?
- All lies, all lies.
Of the degenerate, plutocratic press.
- Ah, is that so?
Well then you see that
journalism is so untrustworthy,
isn't it?
- May I ask what brings
you to Germany, Herr Smith?
- A thirst for knowledge.
I'm trying to discover
whether there was or was not
an Aryan civilization in this country.
- There was.
- Ah, some people say there
wasn't, but I shall find out.
- Here's a whiskey, Bussy,
what'll you have in it?
- Absolutely nothing.
- You know it is extraordinary.
Bussy's vocabulary consists of--
- Absolutely nothing.
- It's sublime.
- It's ridiculous.
- It can mean anything.
- And it can mean absolutely nothing.
- It can even be an insult.
- Or a password.
- Password!
- Tell me, I am curious.
Your English humorist Lewis Carroll.
Why does he write such idiocy?
Listen.
"Twas brillig and the slithy toves
"did gyre and gimble in the wabe."
Does not make sense.
- But it does!
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths outgrabe.
It makes perfect sense.
- But what does it mean?
- It means whatever you want it to mean.
You can either use it
lyrically or, as I'm afraid
I do sometimes, in place of swear words.
- Extraordinary.
- As a matter of fact you
know ever since I've been
in Germany, I've felt exactly
like Alice in Wonderland.
- Oh but Germany is a Wonderland.
- Oh it is, it is.
- But we have one problem.
To be or not to be, as our
great German poet said.
- German?
But that's Shakespeare.
- But you don't know.
- Well I know it's Shakespeare.
I thought Shakespeare was English.
- No no, Shakespeare is a German.
Professor Schutzbacher has
proved it once and for all.
- Oh dear, how very upsetting.
Still, you must admit that
the English translations
are most remarkable.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, goodnight,
parting is such sweet sorrow.
- What is that?
- One of the most famous
lines in German literature.
- You haven't even told me your name.
- It's Ludmilla.
- What a lullaby.
Millie for short?
- No.
Lucinka.
- Ah.
- Have you noticed the music stopped?
- Oh, right back to earth again.
- Let's talk about you for a change.
Apart from being American, what are you?
- I'm a student of archaeology.
- Very funny.
- On the level.
I'm a member of the
Professor Smith expedition
and proud of it.
- Smith.
Oh, the vague person I saw you talking to?
Looks as though he hated coming
into the middle of a room?
- The greatest guy that ever drew breath.
- Really?
I always said one shouldn't
go by appearances.
- I could tell you things about him
that'd knock the legs from under you.
- You could?
Then do.
- No, I guess you'll have
to take my word for it.
- Then get me a glass of
champagne to make up for it.
- Sure!
- I'm certain it's him, I've
just been listening to him.
- What did he say?
- Absolutely nothing.
- Then why bother me?
- But that's what he said.
- Did you want me?
- Yes.
Our friend Marx thinks that
it's that fellow there.
What's your opinion?
- I wouldn't have said so.
- Oh, have you a better suggestion?
- Yes.
Yes, I would have said he was more likely.
That man by the statue.
- You can't be serious.
Why him?
- Intuition.
- That amiable fool?
I just wasted 10 minutes talking to him.
- Well, that's what I think.
- Intuition.
- Oh, hello George.
- Hello Horace.
- I say George, can I leave now?
- My dear fellow, of course.
I hope you enjoyed yourself.
- Oddly enough I did.
Quite a pleasure to be on
British territory again.
Technically.
Oh, General.
- Excuse me, I have friends.
- Of course you have, but do you know
The Walrus and the Carpenter?
Evidently not.
- In America they'd regard
German propaganda stories
as jokes.
- They are mistaken.
In Germany we never joke.
Oh here's that terrible
fellow who's been haunting me
all evening.
He's followed me about like a shadow.
Excuse me.
Well, what do you want now?
- I want to arrest that man.
- Who?
- The man they call Bussy,
the Earl of Meadowbrook.
- Here?
In the British Embassy?
Don't be a fool.
- All the same I want.
- What are you doing with those?
- Absolutely nothing.
- Lovely trees.
- A midsummer night's dream.
- Oh, I beg your pardon.
- It's quite alright.
Now I know a balcony where
there isn't so much traffic.
- I find it quite pleasant here.
- I've been looking for
you all over the place.
Professor's just leaving.
- He would.
- Well oughtn't we to be going too?
- Scram, will you?
- My instructions are
that I am not to let you
out of my sight.
- Have a heart, please.
Stick around someplace.
- Alright, I'll wait for
you on the staircase.
- Another party?
- Oh, just getting together
with the rest of the gang
at a beer cellar.
- Of course there
wouldn't be any balconies
at a beer cellar.
- Well, no.
That is, it'd be swell of
you to come, but it's just
a dump, I don't think you'd like it.
- I bet it couldn't be any
worse than Smokey Joe's
on 6th Avenue.
- Say, do you know Smokey Joe's?
- Yes.
Don't let it go any further.
- Come on, this has
gotta be another party.
- Can I take your hat, sir?
- Thank you.
- Well well well well, still
at liberty and they say
the age of miracles is past.
- Well, you've put on weight, Dvorak.
What's the news?
- Democratic league's in trouble.
- What, again?
- And they've arrested their
Polish editor Koslowski.
- Oh, those hotheads.
- Ah, Koslowski's a great man.
- Yes, I know, but I'm not
interested in politics.
- I know, but you should be.
- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening, sir.
What was the party like, sir?
- It was very instructive, Mr. Spencer.
- What'll you have?
- I think I'll have a pilsner.
- Yes sir.
- Who was that?
New waiter?
- Yes he used to be in
the telephone service.
- Really?
- He was dismissed, little
trouble with an SS man.
- Oh yes.
- Excuse me.
- All ready for tonight, sir.
- Shh, not so loud, might be a microphone
hidden under the table.
- You don't mean?
- No, Mr. Elstead, I don't mean.
We are perfectly safe here.
- Look what's just come in.
- And I wasn't allowed to bring my sister.
- Who's the girl?
- I'm sorry professor,
I did my best, but--
- But someone else did better.
I understand.
- Hi, allow me to present Professor Smith.
Prof, this is Ludmilla.
A poem from little old New York.
- How do you do?
I'd no idea you were so
interested in modern poetry,
Mr. Maxwell.
Won't you sit down?
- Yes, I'd like to--
- No, thank you very much Prof.
See you presently.
- Well gentlemen, I regret
you were unnecessarily called
to this rendezvous.
- Nothing doing tonight, sir?
- On account of Mr. Maxwell's
regrettable preoccupation
with American poetry, there
will be nothing doing tonight.
But we meet at the excavations tomorrow.
You can have my beer.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight Prof.
- After route over the Alps,
where did you go then?
No no, I'm very interested.
- Well, I'll tell you, see--
- Forgive me for interrupting,
but haven't I seen you
somewhere before?
- Sure, tonight at the Embassy.
- Of course, how silly of me.
- Well Prof if you'll
excuse us we're gonna dance.
- We've done quite enough
dancing for one night.
- Oh you should've seen her.
Why she's as light on
her feet as a butterfly
on a daffodil.
- Not a very happy simile.
When daffodils are in season,
butterflies are mere grubs.
- Oh, Prof, that's hardly complimentary.
- But scientifically accurate.
As I rather expected
the professor would be.
- Thank you.
- Could you be an angel
and get my handbag?
I must have left it in the car.
- Well I--
- Please?
- Okay.
- Well.
We seem to be alone.
- So we do.
Your friend's been telling
me all sorts of flattering
things about you.
- Has he?
I hope you didn't believe them.
- Well, I prefer to judge for myself.
- Oh, then I must be on my best behavior.
I should hate you to leave
here with the wrong impression.
- I should hate to leave
with the wrong impression.
- Naturally, naturally.
- Who's the girl?
- I don't know who she is,
he wouldn't come away without her.
- But you were with her all evening?
- But I don't know who she is.
- I looked everywhere, it isn't there.
- What isn't there?
- Her handbag.
- But it's here.
It's been there all the time.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- What a very strange man.
- A swell guy.
But vague.
- I wouldn't have said vague.
- What, going already Professor?
- Dvorak, you see my impulsive
young American friend
over there?
- I see him.
- You see the mysterious
young woman with him?
- I see her.
- Be a good fellow and investigate.
- What do you think?
- I don't think anything
but I'd like to know.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Professor.
- Thank you, sir.
- I think you've made a
mistake, this is my room.
Aren't you being rather unwise?
- I want to talk to you.
- I dare say you do but
this is neither the time
nor the place.
- Don't worry, no one saw
me come into the room.
- Then let's hope no one sees you go out.
Goodnight.
- No.
You've got to listen to me.
I am rather desperate
and I do need your help.
You may not believe a word
I say, but before I leave
this room you will believe.
- Now my dear young lady, I do wish you--
- No no please don't say
anything until you've heard me.
Do you know of a Polish
paper called Freedom?
- I am familiar with it, yes.
- Have you heard of its
editor, Sidimir Koslowski?
- Yes.
- Some weeks ago he came
to Berlin for material.
He was arrested.
- Yes, he would be.
- They put him in a concentration camp.
- They would.
- He happens to be my father.
- Hmm.
- I received a cable in
New York which I believed
was from him, begging me to come at once.
It wasn't from him, it
was from the gestapo.
They had been trying to
force him to give the names
of his journal associates,
but he wouldn't speak.
Nothing they could do
would make him speak.
So they hit on the idea of getting me over
to persuade him.
- And did you?
- You don't know my father.
He's fearless, unshakable.
No two people were ever
closer than he and I.
He filled my life with
love and tenderness.
He's wonderful.
That's why I don't care what
I do to earn his freedom.
There's nothing, nobody I
wouldn't sacrifice for that.
I think he's worth it.
- He must be.
- He is.
So I made a bargain with Graum.
He promised to let my father
go if I helped him find
the man who has been responsible
for all these escapes.
- And have you?
- Yes.
But I don't want to be
forced to give him away.
- Why not?
- Because I admire what he's doing.
- Why are you telling me all this?
- You are that man.
- What dreadful nonsense you do talk.
- I guessed it the moment I
saw you, and the admiration
of that boy David convinced me.
You and your party were
near the frontier post
when Karl Planker escaped.
Your diggings were only a few
miles from the concentration
camp where a scarecrow came to life.
You are that man, I know it.
Aren't you?
Tell me.
- Well won't that be enough for tonight?
- Tell me.
- I know you're quite harmless
but please, please go.
- Before I go, you've got to choose.
Either you help my father
to escape or I go straight
to the gestapo and tell them what I know.
- Very well, go there quickly.
I hope they'll prove
less skeptical than I.
What on earth are you crying for?
What have I done?
You brought this all on yourself.
I didn't ask you to come here.
I am horrified at the idea of
a strange woman in my rooms,
and a woman in tears at that.
Or are they tears?
Yes, they are.
Well they don't have any
effect on me, believe me.
Here, mop 'em up with
that, you look awful.
And don't you try any
more fairy tales with me.
Here, you've forgotten your--
Have you noticed a delightful
smell everywhere this morning?
- You mean the egg?
- Everything smells delightful to me,
but of course you wouldn't
understand that, Mr. Maxwell.
- You're sure you feel alright, Prof?
- I feel splendid, thank you.
Now Dvorak, tell me, why are you here
so early in the morning?
- You asked me to get you some information
about a certain young lady.
- So I did.
- Well I've got it.
In the first place her
name isn't Coles at all,
it's Koslowski.
In the second place, she's--
- Don't tell me any more.
Now I feel even better.
- What is all this?
Trailing a girl with whom
I've a luncheon date.
- Have you?
- Sure.
- Good.
That'll save me a telephone call.
- Prof, I don't get it.
- Exactly.
You made the same mistake I did.
The trouble with us, Mr. Maxwell, is that
we don't understand women.
We've even forgotten they
use powder on their faces.
- Monsieur.
Can I help you?
- Are you French?
- Yes.
- You're not German?
- No, I'm still French.
This is a French shop, you see.
- A French oasis in a German desert.
- What can I do for you, monsieur?
- Oh yes, yes.
Powder.
- Powder?
- Powder, yes, I'd like some powder.
- Certainly, but what kind of powder.
Bath, tooth, talcum?
Face?
- Face, face.
- Any special make?
- I beg your pardon?
- Which make would you prefer?
- Well I, what would you suggest?
- I always use Dory.
- Do you?
- Always.
- I'll have some of that.
- You won't regret it.
What shade?
- Well what shades have you got?
-
- I'm afraid all that's rather beyond me.
I'll be back tomorrow.
- Monsieur.
What is she like?
- Well, I really don't quite
remember, she's sort of--
- What's her coloring?
- Dark.
- I know what you want.
You take this.
- I'll have a pound of that.
- A pound?
That will last a lifetime.
This is the biggest box I've got.
- Alright, I'll have two of those.
- Two?
Very well.
- Don't bother to wrap
it up, I'll just take it
the way it is.
Thank you.
How much is that?
- That will be 42 marks, monsieur.
- 42 marks.
- Thank you.
Will you allow me?
- Born in France?
- Born in France.
- It's remarkable.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Hello Prof, been to a wedding?
- Good morning Mr. Maxwell.
Good morning.
I hope you'll forgive me
for having invited myself
to luncheon.
- Certainly fine that you are here.
- Yours, I believe.
- What's this?
- Your handbag.
- Thank you.
- Yes I would have run
after you last night
but unfortunately everything
fell and scattered
all over the place.
- I reached home before I
realized I had left it behind.
- Say, when did all this happen?
- As a matter of fact
your powder was spilt too
and I bought you some to make up for it.
- Needn't have bothered.
- Oh it was no bother at all, there.
- Oh, my favorite shade.
How did you know?
- Intuition.
- What's going on?
First you're darn rude to each
other and now look at this.
- Well now to business, where's the menu?
By the way, whose luncheon is this?
- Mine.
- No it's not, it's mine.
- So's the bill.
- Mr. Maxwell, if you heard
that a very remarkable man
had been imprisoned by the Nazis,
what would you do?
- My damndest to get him out.
- Isn't that amazing?
Every now and then he and I
have exactly the same idea.
- Could I have some water please?
- Certainly not.
Dvorak!
Some champagne.
- What kind of champagne?
- Oh, dash it, I've had
this conversation before.
Any kind.
Raschel. Natural.
The best you have, only hurry.
- I don't know what to say to you.
Can't quite believe it's true.
- Suppose we have some nice
cold trout to start with.
And we'll follow that with--
- I don't even know
where they've taken him.
No one knows except the gestapo.
- He's at Grosberg.
What's this?
Milk-fed lamb cooked in creme de menthe?
The things they think of.
- She's being watched every minute.
There's the report.
- Went up to his room.
Enterprising.
- In my opinion she's wasting her time.
- Yes, the question is
is she wasting ours?
This idiotic archaeologist.
Lunch lasted two hours,
conversation appeared friendly
and animated, he presented
her with a box of powder.
How gallant.
How helpful love is.
I don't know what the
gestapo would do without it.
This is all nonsense.
Alright, show her in.
Ah, good day Miss Coles.
Sit down.
You're looking very
radiant, it must be love.
- I'm afraid not, even though
I did go to his room last
night.
- Room, whose room?
- The professor's.
Didn't you know?
As a new recruit I made
sure I would be followed.
- Quite so.
But we like to get our news at first hand.
- Very well, here it is at first hand.
You were right and I was wrong.
That professor's crazy,
and so was I to think
that he's your famous rescuer.
- So much for your intuition, eh?
- I made a mistake, and I'm afraid I made
rather a fool of myself.
- Well, Rome wasn't built
in a day, even by Mussolini.
And secret agents aren't made in a night.
You did your best.
- And our bargain still stands?
- Oh but of course.
I've given you my word as a party member,
isn't that enough?
- More than enough.
- You shall have another assignment.
There are several persons I suspect.
- You are very kind.
Be kinder still and tell me something.
How is my father?
- Well I'll find out for you.
Let me see, he's at--
- At Grosberg.
- Of course.
Bring in the Koslowski file.
Would you like to see your father?
- More than anything.
You don't mean it, that
wasn't in our bargain.
- I wanted to give you
a little encouragement.
- I'd be so grateful if you would.
- Thank you.
Hmm.
He appears to be in excellent health.
- Is he?
- Oh, a transfer order.
He's being moved to a
more comfortable camp.
- Will I be able to see him there?
- Well I don't see why not.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Alright.
I'll be over straight away.
Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment.
Well my dear young lady,
I'm very busy at the moment
but I'll be sending for you again shortly,
and I hope you and your
father will be together again
very soon.
Goodbye.
- Thank you, goodbye.
- Marx!
I didn't believe her Marx,
I didn't believe her,
but I do now.
That idiotic archaeologist.
- Sir?
- But we've got to have proof.
- But we've absolutely
nothing against him.
- You'll see my dear fellow, you'll see.
- Now if you'd said the
Earl of Meadowbrook--
- On Saturday morning I've
got a job for you at Grosberg.
And in the afternoon I
shall be there myself.
To be in at the kill as the English say.
Have a chocolate.
- I found out something.
Something which might be of use to you,
look I made a note of it.
My father's being
transferred from Grosberg
to Riesenfelt on Saturday
afternoon with four other men.
- Who are they?
- Schulman, Fleck.
- Gruber and Holstein,
that makes five altogether.
- Yes, how did you know?
- Nevermind, go on.
- They're leaving Grosberg by car at 4:30
and arriving at Risenfelt at about 6.
- Now we're getting someplace.
Wouldn't that be our chance, Prof?
Saturday afternoon?
- Possibly, yes.
- Say, this is terrific.
Where are those maps?
Do you mind if I try
to work this out, Prof?
- Not at all.
- Thanks.
Now here's Riesenfelt and here's Grosberg.
That's about 60 miles,
say 45 miles per hour
starting 4:30.
Now we're parked on this
road here somewhere.
- Look, there's a road at
the bottom of the hill there.
- Yeah, they'll be going
through that wood about 5:15.
- Yes, we can get a tree
across the road there,
that ought to hold them
up for long enough.
- Yeah, then we can scoot
down this side road here
and catch the main road to Berlin here!
How's that, Prof?
- Sounds alright.
- Why surprise is the
principal element, surprise.
- If only you could do something.
- Don't worry, we will.
- Well, if I can't be
of any more use to you,
I'll leave you, my taxi's ticking away.
- Goodbye.
Thank you for coming,
you've done very well.
- Goodbye.
- I'll show you the way.
- Say, where's she going?
- It's too late, you missed your chance.
- Say how's that for the plan, Prof?
- What plan?
- The plan of the escape.
- Gentlemen, Mr. Maxwell
was serious about this plan!
- But we'll never get
another chance like this.
- Possibly that's exactly
what the gestapo wanted
you to think.
- Those guys gotta be saved.
Something's gotta be done Saturday.
- On the contrary, if we do
anything it'll be on Friday.
- Friday?
- But you said Saturday was the day--
- Look Prof what I found.
Is it any use?
- Any use?
This is remarkable.
- Say listen Prof, my plan!
- 1000 BC, I should think.
Never dreamt at anything like this here.
Wait til Oxford University
hear about this,
they'll be green with envy.
- My plan, Prof!
- Oh, this is astonishing,
really astonishing.
Thank you Mr. Elstead, thank you.
- 48 hours and he hasn't uttered a word.
- Do you think he's thought of anything?
- Let's ask him.
Say Prof, I hate to interrupt the seance,
but have you thought of anything yet?
- Thought of anything?
- That guy Koslowski's gotta be rescued!
- Oh yes, of course.
That guy Koslowski's gotta
be rescued on Friday,
and four other guys with him.
- What, all five of them?
- Well of course.
- Jeepers creepers.
- As a matter of fact I
have thought of something.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
Have any of you gentlemen
ever considered journalism
as a profession?
- Hey, listen--
- No no no no, you listen.
- I'm getting them now.
Alright, here they are.
I've tapped the private line.
- Go to it, fellow.
- Propaganda Ministry?
Gestapo headquarters speaking.
Department X2.
About those six American journalists.
We are permitting their visit to Grosberg.
The journalists who wish to
accompany Herr Voldenschatz.
Your representative of the Bund.
What do you mean you don't know?
Then find out.
- Hey, take it easy there.
- Heil Hitler.
- You wish to see?
- I've seen.
Heil Hitler.
- No visitors except by appointment.
- How long have you been here?
You don't know me?
Ever heard of the American department?
- Yes sir, I thought--
- Don't apologize, see if
you can find my umbrella,
I left it behind the other day.
Voldenschatz is the name.
- Excuse me.
- Well, just the man I wanted to see.
You don't recognize
me, but I remember you.
I heard Dr. Goebbels say some
very nice things about you.
- So?
- So keep it to yourself.
How's the baby?
- We're getting married
at the end of the month.
- So.
Now, how 'bout the six
American journalists?
- What about them?
- I'm asking you.
You don't know anything about
it, get me someone who does.
- Perhaps Herr Gravitz would know.
- Gravitz should know.
Now look here Herr Gravitz.
- Do you know anything of
six American journalists?
- No.
Yes, Smeltz was just asking me.
There was a message from the gestapo.
- Who's the head of the department?
- Oh, Herr Steinhof, but he wouldn't know.
- We'll see.
- Here!
- Now look here, Stelnhof,
where are the permits
for the six American journalists?
- Permits?
- Yes.
Don't you say heil Hitler anymore?
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- I don't think I know you.
- What do you know?
Have you ever heard of America?
- Yes.
- Good, then where are the permits?
- But I--
- Now listen.
I'm Voldenschatz.
The man who got the Nazi
party those nice headlines
in America where they don't like you.
I'm the man who put the Nazi
American bund on the map,
and you've never even heard of me.
Let this be a lesson to you, gentlemen.
- But--
- No no no, let me speak.
I've come all the way from New York
to correct your blunders with
the American correspondents.
I spent two whole weeks with them,
trying to nurse them into a better humor.
This afternoon I was taking
them to the Grosberg camp
so they could cable the
United States and tell them
not to believe those stories they hear
about the German concentration camps,
and you've got to spoil everything.
I asked for permits and you
haven't got any permits.
- No one told me anything about this.
- The gestapo did telephone.
- Oh, so now you're deliberately
obstructing the gestapo?
- That'd be the last thing I'd do.
Perhaps if you came back tomorrow--
- Tomorrow?
Do you want me to keep
the representatives of six
of the biggest newspapers
in America waiting outside
this building until tomorrow?
Unless I get those permits in two minutes,
you'll be responsible.
- I'll be responsible?
- Right!
I know what I'll do.
Get me Dr. Goebbels.
- No, no, Herr Voldenschift, shaft.
I'll find the permits.
- Well find them, find them.
- There are some here, sir.
- That's better, now you
can fill them up as we go.
- As we go?
- Certainly, didn't I say?
You're coming with us.
- No no, I have work to do here.
- Oh, this is too much,
please, get me Dr. Goebbels.
- No no no, I can finish the work at home.
- That's right, we've been
waiting long enough, come along.
Come along.
You know, the trouble
with you propaganda boys,
you get so used to telling
lies, you don't recognize
the truth when you hear it.
- Well orders are orders.
- Hmm.
Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- You know Gravitz, you're a smart boy.
- Thank you, sir.
- Yes, you can do something for me.
Ring up the Grosberg camp and
tell them we're on the way.
Have them prepare everything in the usual
Ministry of Propaganda style.
And remember, America is
a soft-hearted democracy.
You get me?
- Leave that to me, Herr Voldenschatz.
- Your umbrella, sir.
- Oh, umbrella.
Thank you.
Dirty boots.
- The journalists
are just arriving,
Herr Kommandant.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- I'm Steinhof of the
Ministry of Propaganda.
This is Herr Voldenschatz
from Nazi American bund.
- I am honored.
- Heil Hitler.
Allow me to present to
you the Chicago Tribune,
Baltimore Sun, New York Herald
Tribune, Boston Transcript,
Philadelphia Public Ledger,
and the Scripps Howard Syndicate.
350 newspapers throughout
America, colossal.
- 349.
- I beg your pardon, I love accuracy.
- Welcome, gentlemen.
Let me show you around our little camp.
You will see how happy everybody is.
- Come on, do your propaganda stuff.
You can talk, can't you?
- You see gentlemen,
there is plenty of food.
Eggs, vegetables, bread,
butter, jam, and fruit.
- Real fruit.
- Atten Hut!
Is everybody happy?
- Yes sir.
- Everybody's happy.
The eggs were fresh for breakfast?
- Yes, Herr Kommandant.
- The eggs were fresh.
- For breakfast.
- Good.
In this hut, we have some
men who were stupid enough
to insult our beloved Fuhrer.
The editor of an anarchist Polish paper,
and four misguided German contributors.
Hut!
- Well, I'm glad you've
all learnt the truth.
In America they have the idiotic idea
that German concentration camps
are full of unhappy people.
And the truth is the
American people only pretend
to be democratic.
At heart they are 100%
national socialists.
I thank you.
Heil Hitler.
Well, goodbye Voldenschatz.
You were the quintessence of
all the most objectionable men
I ever met, but you
served a noble purpose.
- I don't often lose my nerve,
but can't we get on?
- Alright, he's just coming.
He's just been to telephone
to make sure it's clear
for you to go to your destination.
- Ah.
- All fixed.
- Halt, left turn!
All ready for visiting rounds, sir?
- I'm ready, carry on Sergeant.
- Left turn, march!
Visiting rounds.
Get up.
- What are they doing down there?
Stir them up, Sergeant.
- Get up!
It's the Herr Kommandant!
- Herr Kommandant?
Bring that light a bit closer.
What's happened, sir?
He's unconscious.
Someone must have hit him on the head.
Herr Kommandant.
Herr Kommandant.
Why didn't you know about this, you fool?
- Oh gee.
Oh boy.
My head's like the inside of a beehive.
Talk about pile drivers.
Woo.
- What's happened?
- Journalist slugged by guerrillas!
American flag insulted!
Where's that phony Voldenschatz?
He started it!
- Alarm bell!
Turn out the guard.
Telephone Berlin!
Gentlemen, my apologies,
I don't understand.
I'll get you a car to take you to Berlin.
- Voldenschatz!
- Ah, you oughta be pasted to the wall.
Here, snap out of it fellas
and get into these pants.
- The gentleman, who could forsee it?
The gestapo telephoned!
- Ah, you give me five
minutes with a trans Atlantic
telephone and there won't be gestapo.
- Gentlemen, I apologize.
- Ah, save it!
- How could a simple
sort of man like myself
imagine that instead of
attempting to rescue your father
Tomorrow as I expected
you to do after you had
so carefully examined my papers,
you would rescue him today?
- What do you mean?
What do you mean?
- Your acting is very clever,
but I'm getting a little bored
with it.
Your accomplice may have
rescued your father,
but please remember
that you are still here.
- My father's escaped?
- Yes, astounding, isn't it?
- Herr Reich Minister, Steinhof is here.
- Bring him in.
Take her in there.
Good evening.
And you are the man who
has just been bluffed
by this obvious hoax?
- The gestapo must hold
itself responsible.
- For what?
For the incompetence and stupidity of the
Ministry of Propaganda?
Voldenschatz.
Couldn't any of you have
checked up on his story?
- We are not policemen.
- Unfortunately.
Would you recognize the
man if you saw him again?
- I have an excellent
memory for faces, thank you.
- I may give you an opportunity
to prove it before long.
Marx!
Ah, Marx, that archaeologist.
- Professor Smith?
- Yes, Professor Smith, I
want to see him here at once.
Bring him!
- But he's--
- Do you want me?
Did you want to see me?
- Yes.
- That's odd, because I wanted to see you.
- Come in here.
- Thank you.
I'm so lad to find
you're not busy because
I've been doing a little research work.
- That's just what I wanted to do.
- On the identity of Shakespeare.
- I'd like to know how
you spent this afternoon?
- What's the matter with you?
You seem upset.
I spent the afternoon at
the library at the Embassy.
Now this, this proves
conclusively that Shakespeare
wasn't really Shakespeare at all.
- No?
- No.
He was the Earl of Oxford.
Now you can't pretend
that the Earl of Oxford
was a German, can you?
Now, can you?
- No, no.
- Well, there you are.
- Herr General, how much
longer am I to stand here?
Have you anything to say to me?
- Please, we have a visitor.
I think you have met Professor Smith.
- No, good day.
Goodbye.
- But you have met Herr Voldenschatz.
- Voldenschatz?
Do you know Voldenschatz?
- No.
Should I?
- Bah.
Anyway, I didn't come here
to discuss Shakespeare.
If you want me, you know where I am.
- The Earl of Oxford was a
very bright Elizabethan light,
but this book will tell
you he was a good deal more
than that.
- I owe you an apology, Professor.
Can you spare me a few moments longer?
- With pleasure.
- Here's somebody who will recognize you.
Come in, Miss Coles.
- Ah.
The young lady who asks questions.
- But doesn't answer them.
Professor Smith.
That was a remarkable
affair this afternoon.
- Oh, have I missed something?
- Five prisoners escaped from Grosberg.
- Oh splendid, splendid.
Oh, I beg your pardon,
how annoying for you.
- By a strange coincidence,
Miss Coles' father
was among them.
- Well, congratulations Miss Coles.
- Just so.
A few days ago this young lady called here
and obtained some secret information.
She then went straight
to your excavations.
- Well why not?
We welcome visitors.
You must come one day.
- Do you deny having
received that information?
- Really, General von Graum.
- Because if the person who
received it is not punished,
the person who gave it will be.
Well, Miss Coles?
Which is it to be?
- What exactly do you want to know?
- Just the name of the
person to whom you gave
that information.
- I gave it to no one.
- Then you will be
court marshaled tomorrow
on a charge of espionage,
and you know that for that
there is only one penalty in German law.
- What's that?
- The state execution of...
- Oh yes, of course.
I'd forgotten, you've gone back to the ax
of the Middle Ages.
- But we wear modern dress.
White gloves, white tie.
- White waistcoat?
The dress of an English
gentleman at a dinner,
a French gentleman at a weddin,
and a German gentleman--
- Yes, Herr Professor?
- At a murder.
- That's good, Herr Professor,
I must remember that.
Excuse me.
- Hold on.
My dear child, to a man
of peace like myself
all this seems incredible.
But in your own interest
if you do know anything,
wouldn't it be wiser to speak?
- Take her away.
- May I say a word?
General von Graum, you
appear to regard me with some
suspicion.
First of all you confront
me with an individual
who is supposed to identify
me as something or other
but refuses to do so.
Next you threaten the
life of this young lady
on the presumption that I
shall make a gallant gesture
and declare myself as
this fellow you want.
But I'm not in a position to do that.
- I see.
Go on.
- Well, after such a
procession of disappointments,
you surely cannot intend to
commit the crowning folly
of cutting off your chief
source of information.
In the absence of any hint of subtlety,
it doesn't surprise me that this rescuer
has been so successful.
Still, it's no concern
of mine, I just came here
to talk about Shakespeare.
Perhaps you'd care to read
about the Earl of Oxford.
I do wish it were in my power to help you.
Well, goodbye.
- Professor.
You should have been a detective.
- Me?
Oh, thank you.
- Alright Miss Coles, you can go.
- Does that mean I'm free?
- For the moment, yes.
Perhaps the professor
would care to see you home.
- Oh dear.
I'm afraid I'm a very poor escort.
Well, allow me.
I hope you won't regret taking my advice.
- I shan't.
- Why did you let her go?
- It's not her I want, you fool, it's him.
That man, with his English superiority,
seems to be mocking at our
greater German world power.
And I've got to get him.
Got to!
- Yes, Herr Reich Minister.
- How are you feeling?
- Alright.
- No, don't ask me any questions.
We are not alone.
Ah.
How about a glass of wine?
You need it.
- But if my father's safe,
why can't I go to him?
- Because we want to keep him safe.
- Is he in Berlin?
- The fewer people who know
where he is, the better.
Here, drink your wine, it'll do you good.
Excuse me.
You like music?
- No.
- Good.
Enjoy yourself.
Waiter?
- Sir?
- Take some wine with my compliments
to that unhappy looking fellow over there.
- Very good, sir.
Cigarette?
- Is that him?
- That's him.
I've given him wine and
music, and I'm afraid
that's all I can do for him.
- I think you're the
bravest man I've ever met.
- You mustn't exaggerate,
especially after your own
remarkable courage.
- But if you've no fear for yourself,
what about those who depend on you?
- Nobody does.
I'm a bachelor.
- I wonder why.
- Well I'll tell you a secret.
Years ago I fell in love.
And I've been in love ever since.
- Is she pretty?
- Not pretty.
Divinely beautiful.
- Is she English?
- No, she's Greek.
Would you like to see her photo?
I always carry one with me.
- But that's--
- Aphrodite Kallipygos.
The perfect woman.
I found her at Lesbos.
Ours is an ideal relationship, you know.
They say no woman compares
with her physical perfection.
And as for her mental
equipment, well, I try
to supply that.
- Do you never wish
she could come to life?
- I've always thought that
would be most unsatisfactory.
In fact during the last few days,
suddenly she's become less real to me.
Just marble.
It's a pity.
- Oh.
- Well, I think we better be going now.
And in opposite directions, I'm afraid.
You better go first, alone.
Now I want you to trust me implicitly.
It's going to be hard,
but whatever happens,
you mustn't get in touch
with us or try to see us.
This is going to be a battle of nerves.
We're going to be watched day and night,
but you must trust me to the end.
- I will.
I will, whatever happens.
- Don't worry.
I promise you I won't
leave Germany without you.
- Give my love to father,
and keep some for yourself.
Goodbye.
- A week.
A whole week, and what has happened?
Nothing to report, nothing to report.
The girl has been to a hairdresser,
and he has kept digging.
Why?
Why?
Why?
What's his game?
I can't stand this waiting any longer!
- Say Prof, we've dug up half of Germany.
What do we do now?
- Dig up the other half.
- Thank you.
All that's for the Berlin Museum.
- Thank you, I am most grateful.
- Not at all.
You've been most helpful, Doctor.
- I wish I could do more.
One has to be careful.
- I know.
Thank you.
What are you doing with that?
- Just bringing a little
sunshine into their lives.
- Well give them my love.
- What's the matter?
- The gestapo!
- Where?
Alright.
- This is where I go to work.
- Go on, hurry up.
- Oh David, I wanted to ask you--
- Shh.
Gestapo.
- Professor Smith?
- Come along, please.
- You must excuse my coming unannounced,
but you did invite me.
I brought some of my boys.
- Delighted.
Well, what a large family.
- You don't mind their
taking a look around?
They're so interested in your operation.
- Not at all.
Make yourselves at home, gentlemen.
You know Dr. Fulroth of the Berlin Museum?
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- Dr. Fulroth is making
a catalog of the relics
which your government is permitting us
to take back to England.
- Professor Smith's discoveries
have been quite remarkable.
And he's been most generous
in his gifts to our museum.
- So.
- Yes, you'll be surprised
what we've discovered
about an Aryan civilization.
- What's in there?
- Relics, pottery, weapons.
- Here?
- Same thing.
- And here?
- A man.
- Hmm?
- A dead man.
Would you like to see him?
There we are.
Buried with all his weapons, you see.
Presumably in the belief
that there might be
a rearmament program in the hereafter.
Eh, Mr. Spencer?
An ancient tutor.
Alas, poor Yorrick.
Get thee to my lady's
chamber, my dear General.
Tell her though she paint an inch thick,
to this favor must she come.
Make her laugh at that.
The Earl of Oxford wrote
that, you'll remember.
- Herr Reich Minister.
No.
- No?
- No.
- So.
- What, going already?
Then we'd better say goodbye,
for we shall be leaving
ourselves in the morning.
- Whew.
It's okay boys, they've gone.
- Well never get out of here, never.
They'll watch us day and night.
- Take it easy, buddy.
- The professor won't fail
us, we'll get away alright.
- Yes, but how?
- Packed in bran and marked fragile.
- Changing guard sir.
- All present and correct.
- What are you taking so much care of?
- Red herrings.
- Hmm?
- Red herrings.
- Well, what did he say?
- He's gone, fraulein.
- Gone?
- Yes, he left for England on
the 10:30 train this morning.
They've all gone.
- But he can't have.
- But it's true.
I spoke to the hall porter
who put their luggage
on the taxi.
They've gone alright.
- Thank you.
- Miss Koslowski.
Get out.
Sit down.
I require some information
which only you can give me.
- Where are we now?
- We're nearly at Felden Kirschen sir.
- And what's the exact time?
- 2:47.
Means we're four minutes late.
- Good.
Not very long to wait.
You all know what to do?
- Oh yes sir.
- Two hours to the frontier.
And with ordinary luck, gentlemen,
our last adventure will
be successfully concluded.
In case there's no
opportunity to do so later,
I want to tell you now that
your conduct throughout,
in spite of occasional fits of lunacy,
has been most exemplary.
I do hope the trip has proved instructive.
- It has, sir.
- I suppose we shall all be
meeting again pretty soon
at Cambridge, sir?
- I wonder.
I have an idea that our
country may have more important
work for us.
Anyway, I do thank you all.
You, Steve.
- Goodbye, sir.
- And you, Herbert.
- Bertie, sir.
- Bertie.
- And Jock and--
- Clarence.
- Clarence, of course, yes.
And David.
- How did you remember
all those names, sir?
- Excuse the familiarity, Mr. Maxwell.
Oh by the way, I owe you an apology.
I did my best at Cambridge
to prevent your joining
this expedition.
I admit now that would
have been a mistake.
Oh.
Allow me to return to you your bones.
- Take care of yourself, Prof.
- I will.
Now gentlemen, I'm just
going to take a little nap.
Meanwhile, do your stuff.
- Sure.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight sir.
- Goodnight sir.
- That's the signal.
- Excuse me.
One of us is gonna move, pal,
and it isn't gonna be me.
- This is it.
- We'll never get through, never.
We don't stand a chance.
- We'll all get through.
We are in good hands.
- I'm a bit nervous myself, Koslowski.
- Not Koslowski here, please.
- When we enter Poland,
they won't be long now,
the restoration of order
scheme B is to be put into
operation immediately, understand?
In Holland, Denmark, and--
- Reich Minister?
- Don't bother me.
- A report from the train, sir.
The professor is asleep.
- Oh, the professor's asleep.
- And the students are
guarding the packing cases.
- Don't bother.
Did you say packing cases?
- Yes sir.
They had permits to take--
- Packing cases, precisely.
- Train's coming in, get ready there.
- Turn out those cases
as soon as she stops.
- Where is he?
- Here he is.
- Oh.
Are we here yet?
- That's not him.
- You idiot, what have you been doing?
- What are you guys looking for?
- Professor Smith.
We've a warrant for his arrest.
- Well, you'll be unlucky, he's not here.
- Excuse me, but I saw a
very suspicious character
just now.
- Where was he?
- In there.
But it's not a he, it's a she.
- You old fool!
Telephone headquarters right away!
- David, those sons are
breaking open our crates!
- What?
- Yes madam, give me your
passport please, thank you.
Cooks party, cooks
party, passports please,
all your passports, cooks party.
I want your passports please.
Passports, anymore passports?
Cooks party.
- Say, what is it?
We've a government permit to
clear these cases unopened!
- Keep your mouth shut!
- Excuse me, excuse me.
Please.
I wish to make a complaint.
- Pass along, please.
- I've been grossly insulted.
- I'm sorry.
Pass along please.
- And manhandled!
- Madam, please, don't you
see the officer's busy?
- It's disgraceful!
I'm a married woman.
And in 30 years of
married life I have never
been manhandled.
- What can I do about it?
Alright, take your away.
- Alright, come along, Cooks
party, this way please.
- It's an outrage!
I shall report it!
- Thank you.
- Bits of stone.
- What did you expect?
Ostrich feathers?
- Aren't you gentlemen
with the Cooks party?
- Sure.
Sure we are.
- Well come along gentlemen, come along.
The rest of the party's
already across the frontier.
- You.
But I didn't expect.
- I told you I'd come back for you.
- But, but I thought--
- That I'd forgotten my promise?
- No.
Yes.
Graum's been here for hours.
I don't know.
They never left me alone.
They said you'd gone away.
They said my father'd been arrested again.
They never stopped asking questions!
They never stopped talking!
- Your father's safely
across the frontier.
- Oh.
Is he?
- Quite safe.
- What have I done?
You'll never forgive
me for what I've done?
- I'll never forgive you if
you don't put on your coat.
We haven't much time you know.
- Yes but in the end you
see I did tell them things.
They tricked me into them.
I didn't know what to do.
It seemed the only way to save my father.
They said they'd shoot him!
- So of course you told them.
You're so human.
They haven't wasted much time.
- Why did you come back?
- Tell me, is there any
other way out of this house
except the front door?
- Yes, the back door, and the fire escape.
Why did you come back?
- Because I said I would.
Come here.
Here, put this on.
Yes.
- Open up there, come on, hurry up.
Out of the way.
Locked.
Open up, open up!
- They've gone.
The fire escape!
Come with me.
You go down and bring the
car around to the back.
Wireless the headquarters,
they can't have got far.
Come on.
- Well I'm almost ashamed
to have used that old trick.
But it nearly always works.
- What do we do now?
- Now, in the immortal
words of Mr. Maxwell,
we scram.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
- Any news?
- Not yet sir.
- I will not be beaten
by that archaeologist!
It's a matter of personal honor!
- I can assure you, Herr Reich Minister,
that every train is being checked
and every frontier watched.
He can't get away.
In a few moments I shall
be able to give you
some definite information.
- Well see to it.
I'll get him myself, understand?
Myself!
- When do we get there?
- About 25 minutes.
- And then?
- Then, England.
- England.
I've never been to England.
- Well there are varying
opinions about it.
There was an Englishman named Rupert Brook
who was also in Germany when he said,
"God I will pack and take a train,
"and get me to England once again,
"for England's the one land I know
"where men with splendid hearts may go."
And women with splendid hearts too.
- Good morning, Professor Smith.
- Good morning.
- Will you come with me?
- What for?
- I have orders to detain you.
- I'm coming too.
- No madam, your train is waiting.
Take this lady through the barrier.
- I won't go without you.
- I shall be alright.
Go straight to Montalier, Hotel Excelsior.
Your father's waiting for you.
- But you, can you manage?
- I shall do my best.
Hurry now, your train is waiting.
Au revoir.
- Au revoir.
- This way please.
In here please, Professor.
- Well, professor of archaeology.
- Well, captain of murderers?
- You won't mind spending
a few minutes with me
until our special train arrives?
- I take it I have no choice.
- Very little.
- This must be a big moment for you.
- A minor satisfaction.
I wanted to get you
out of my system before
I turn my mind to more important matters.
You have become a great
nuisance to me, Professor.
Almost an obsession.
But everything comes to an end.
- What particular end did you plan for me?
- Need we go into details?
At least it'll be quick.
- But violent, I suppose.
A strange end for one
who despises violence.
At the hands of those who worship it.
The new German god.
- Of course we worship it.
Violence means power, and
power crushes opposition!
The epoch of the council
chamber is over, Herr Professor.
I tell you that power
and strength and violence
will rule the world!
- Why are you sweating, my dear General?
It isn't very warm.
Are you afraid of something?
- Afraid.
We Germans fear nothing.
- Ah.
Because you have a pistol.
- Yes.
I have a pistol.
It has eight bullets.
Eight lives.
- And I have 28 lives.
- Oh?
- Scientists, men of
letters, artists, doctors.
28 saved from your pig and pistol.
And all you've got is my humble self.
Not a very profitable transaction.
- We can afford to make a loss.
Our profits will be tremendous.
Tonight we march against Poland.
And tomorrow will see
the dawn of a new order.
We shall make a German
empire of the world!
Why do I talk to you?
You are a dead man.
- May a dead man say a
few words to you, General,
for your enlightenment?
You will never rule the world.
Because you are doomed.
All of you who have demoralized
and corrupted a nation
are doomed.
Tonight you will take the
first step along a dark road
from which there is no turning back.
You will have to go on and on,
from one madness to another,
leaving behind you a wilderness
of misery and hatred.
And still you will have to go on,
because you will find no
horizon, and see no dawn,
until at last you are lost and destroyed.
You are doomed, captain of murderers,
and one day, sooner or later,
you will remember my words.
- Stop!
Come back.
You were never nearer
death than at that moment.
- How could one die better than
waving goodbye to a friend?
- Alright, take charge of him.
Take him under that lamp
where I can see him.
- Herr Reich Minister, be careful.
He's only to step past the
barrier, across the frontier.
- That's exactly what I want him to do.
- Ah.
Shot while trying to escape.
- And by me.
By me.
Alright, get out.
I will protect you myself, Professor.
- Would you care for an
English cigarette, General?
It might steady your nerves.
- My nerves are perfectly steady.
- They don't appear to be.
Just an old fashioned match.
There's rather a valuable
relic at your feet, General.
May I pick it up to
preserve it for the future?
- No.
I will.
- How careless of them
to have overlooked it.
It's charming, isn't it?
It proves, among other things,
the complete nonexistence of
an early Aryan civilization
in this country.
- Silence!
- Herr Reich Minister!
- Get back!
Who called you?
Come back!
- Don't worry, I shall be back.
We shall all be back.