A Foreign Affair Page #5

to entertain her at his billet.

- I guess that's right.

- We can therefore assume he visits her.

Very logical.

Therefore, to catch him,

we must watch her place.

Smart idea.

- You know where she lives?

- I can find out.

And I shall watch it

day and night... personally.

No, we'll watch it together, the two of us.

- We will?

- Yes. I want to be an eyewitness.

I want to see that man myself

and face him down.

Can you afford the time, Miss Frost?

Any time it requires.

This I intend to make my case in point.

You'll go to the General?

I will, and to the War Department

and to the President.

And if that doesn't do it,

I'll see Gabriel Heater.

It's well after curfew.

I wonder if he's coming tonight.

- He'll be here.

- Yeah?

I don't think you understand

about arrangements like this.

They work 24 hours a day,

seven days a week.

Does the CIO know about this?

Are you sure there aren't

any back stairs to that apartment?

There isn't even any back wall.

She must be waiting for somebody.

Why leave the lights on?

Maybe she's knitting

or putting up pickled peaches.

Only we know better.

Pickled peaches.

I bet you miss Iowa. I do already.

- It's changed since you've been there.

- Yeah?

A lot has happened, especially in Murdoch.

- Do you remember Union Street?

- Mm-hm.

Well, they've changed the name.

Now it's called Iwo Jima Boulevard.

- That's news.

- And there was a post office scandal.

- Yeah?

- About the new mural in the post office.

The town collected $2,000

to hire a painter.

The mayor got his cousin

from Chicago to do it.

- That's nice.

- It was 80 feet long.

Supposed to be Custer's last stand.

After the cousin left town,

they found out it wasn't an original.

He copied the whole thing from a beer ad.

- There was an awful lot of trouble.

- You take Iowa seriously, don't you?

Yes, I guess I do. I like it. Don't you?

We won a lot of honours last year,

all the 4H prizes.

It's getting a little chilly.

We had the lowest juvenile delinquency rate

until two months ago.

What happened?

A boy in Des Moines took

a blowtorch to his grandmother.

We fell clear down to 16th place.

It was humiliating.

What's that?

- Crickets.

- Something dropped.

- How's that?

- Something metallic.

Metallic?

Look, it's a key.

A key? Whatever for?

Evidently the man honks the horn

and that's the signal.

You know more about

these things than I do.

(Erika) Johnny? Johnny?

Where are you, Johnny?

Johnny?

- Johnny.

- There are a lot of Johnnys in the army.

- Now we're getting someplace.

- Where?

This eliminates all the Jims,

the Bobs and the Georges.

Too bad his name isn't Zachary.

Yes, that would simplify it.

Johnny.

I... don't know who you refer to.

I am Captain Pringle

and I have with me a member

of the Congress of the United States.

Good evening.

- You are Erika von Schltow?

- I am.

We have reason to believe you're

consorting with a member of our army.

- You have?

- We think you're expecting him now.

- What gives you that idea?

- The key you dropped.

- Maybe I dropped it for the milkman.

- Oh.

She dropped it for the milkman.

Frulein, if that's supposed to be a joke,

you're joking up the wrong tree.

Let me assure you,

we are in no mood for flippancy.

- Facts, if you please.

- Yes, facts.

- You are an American woman?

- We'll ask the questions.

- What is the name of the man?

- Yes.

- Johnny.

- Johnny what?

I see you do not believe in lipstick.

And what a curious way to do your hair,

or rather not to do it.

Wait a minute.

Do you know who you're taking to?

An American woman, and I'm a little

disappointed, to tell you the truth.

We apparently have a false idea

about the chic American woman.

- I suppose it's publicity from Hollywood.

- You're being impertinent.

Well, I must go back now. There's

a curfew for German civilians, you know.

There sure is.

Frulein von Schltow,

we increased our national debt

by some $350 billion to win this war.

I would regard it as a waste

- if we didn't eliminate types like you.

- Like you.

Perhaps if you would change

the line of your eyebrows a little.

Gute Nacht.

Gute Nacht,

Captain... whatever your name is.

What nerve. What colossal nerve.

We have to remember what

they've been through.

All those bombings left them

kind of wobbly up here.

- I do look awful without make-up.

- You don't.

We were only allowed 60lbs of luggage.

No nonessentials.

Never listen to another woman if you want

to know how you look. Ask a man.

- Come on, ask me.

- I know how I look.

You look charming, positively,

definitely, absolutely charming...

in a... refreshing sort of way.

- Are you being polite?

- Who wants perfume?

Give me the fresh wet smell

of Iowa corn right after it rains.

We had little rain this year,

wonderful corn weather.

I'm sure glad to hear that.

- Now to get back to that woman.

- Must we?

To be as insulting as that,

she must feel awfully safe.

Or just bluffing.

The man behind her

must be really important.

A general or a colonel.

A colonel at least.

What's the full name of that colonel?

- Colonel?

- That Colonel Plummer.

- Rufus J Plummer.

- J for what?

J for John.

Do you think?

No, not him. It couldn't be him.

He's a married man. A West Pointer.

I've heard of married men,

of West Pointers, even.

- But not Plummer, ma'am, I swear.

- There was a look in his eye.

If we could only get our hands on her file.

Who told you it was sent to Nrnberg?

- Second Lieutenant Cook, in charge of files.

- Maybe he's covering up for his colonel.

- I'll ask him tomorrow morning.

- No. We'll go there now.

- Where?

- To the files.

In the middle of the night?

Shouldn't we get permission?

Did we get permission

to land in Normandy? Let's go.

Schltow, Schltow.

S... SA...

SCH to ST. This is where it would be.

If it is at all, but I don't think it is.

- Well, let's make good and sure.

- Sure.

Come on, open it.

Schlage, Schlangenberg,

Schlagenspitz, Schlitz...

Seems that some of them

never got to Milwaukee.

Schliemann, Schlssel, Schltow...

- There.

- Here's the Schltows.

Anton, Emil, Fritz, Gottfried, Waldemar...

- No Erika.

- No Erika.

Told you so. Gone to Nrnberg.

Gone to Nrnberg.

I'll take you back to your billet.

Erika von Schltow.

- Yes?

- It's under von.

Oh, no.

Like O'Brien. You wouldn't

look under B, you'd look under O.

- All right, let's look under O.

- Under V.

- V as in vindictive.

- What was that, Captain?

I pity anybody who has you on his trail.

You pity a man who's consorting

with a notorious Nazi?

Von Resnicek, von Reudesheim...

Did it occur to you there might be

extenuating circumstances?

I expect any man in his

country's uniform...

Oh, that one.

You expect him to be an ambassador.

A salesman of goodwill. You want him

to stand on the blackened rubble

of what used to be the corner of a street

with a sample case of assorted freedoms,

waving the flag and the Bill of Rights.

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