A Foreign Affair Page #10

Amidst the ruins of Berlin

Trees are in bloom

as they have never been

Sometimes at night

you feel in all your sorrow

Her perfume as of a sweet tomorrow

That's when you realise at last

They won't return

the phantoms of the past

A brand new spring is to begin

Out of the ruins of Berlin [Music:]

So we followed her all day

until the five o'clock shadow showed.

- Sure enough, she was Hermann.

- Well, doggone.

You sure spin some tall tales.

Yeah, well, how about this?

Hans Otto Birgel.

Big Gestapo man hiding out underground.

The only lead we have is that he's still

crazy about a former lady friend,

a nightclub singer

somewhere in the American sector.

Herr Birgel suspects she's two-timing him

so he crawls out of his hole.

Only he doesn't crawl fast enough.

So we play it up a little

with the help of an American officer.

A captain, to be exact.

Make a fancy story in

a Sunday supplement someday.

- The Love Commando.

- Ha.

Here's their angle. The Captain

isn't very keen for the assignment,

having fallen for

somebody else in the meantime.

You know how they cook it up

with a lot of marshmallow on top.

Then the story of how

they got the poison into Gring's cell.

- (Whistles blowing)

- There were two scrub women...

Sorry, sir. The car has to pull in.

Keeping the street open for the ambulance.

- What's up?

- Trouble at the Lorelei.

- Birgel showed up. There was shooting.

- (Plummer) Who got it?

- I don't know, sir.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

Perhaps you'd want

to come along, Miss Frost.

Mm-hm. Two plugs right through the kisser.

No.

- It was an ugly kisser anyway.

- It was not.

He was no good

and he's dead and it's OK by me.

No sense of humour.

Take care of her, lover boy.

- All right, clean up the mess.

- Yes, sir.

Find him a slab before the Russkies

start tossing him up to the ceiling.

Go on home!

Come on, break it up, let's go. All right.

Where are you taking me?

Looks like you've got a date

with five million von bricks.

I have a paper saying

I'm on the white list.

We know how you got it and it wasn't,

if you'll pardon

the non-Aryan expression, kosher.

You do not understand. There's a mix-up.

Yeah. We just sent part of it

off to the morgue.

- Just ask Captain Pringle.

- Forget Captain Pringle.

How could I ever forget him?

He's so nice. I will miss him terribly.

- Please tell him.

- No soap.

And no chocolate, no cigarettes.

Tough.

Tell me, Colonel, are you

that wonderful Colonel Plummer?

That's me, only most of the

time they call me delicious.

Colonel, if I could come to your office

tomorrow sometime,

when you're not too busy.

Miss von Schltow,

I've become a grandfather today.

Let's not be silly.

She's all yours.

Can they take me

by my apartment so I can change?

- I guess so.

- Come on, boys.

Has it stopped raining?

If there are any puddles,

you'll carry me, won't you, boys?

You two, watch out for those two.

Yes, sir.

- And you watch out for them.

- That ought to do it.

He said there were two

plugs in your kisser.

There ought to be.

I'm sorry about everything.

- Except the time with you.

- Take that away.

It's true. With all the headaches ahead,

you'll be my aspirin.

That's nice, but what about my headache?

You're on your way back home.

You'll be all right by the time

you fasten your seat belt.

I love you, John.

No, you don't. I'm just a hit-and-run boy.

The kind of guy you need

is somebody to marry.

Well?

Oh, no. I'm not somebody anybody marries.

You need somebody respectable,

a senator, a Supreme Court judge,

maybe... somebody from

the Smithsonian Institute.

I know who I want.

Not me, I'm a heel, a certified heel.

I got documents to prove it.

Listen...

"Listen, my children, and you shall hear

of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

"On the 18th of April in 1775

hardly a man is now alive

who remembers..."

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