'Pimpernel' Smith Page #10

- 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.

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