'Pimpernel' Smith Page #12

"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.

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