'Pimpernel' Smith Page #7

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.

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