Adopting Terror Page #6

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But where?

Yes! An army eye hospital!

He made up some sight problems.

It's in a convent near... Cot...

Cotroceni.

That's it!

Thank you, Madam.

You've been most helpful.

We'll meet again...

I hope.

Soon.

Glasses off, Forgeol!

You can't fool me.

On the 16th, you took a girl

to Valko's. For the night?

A whole night costs a lot.

I bargained.

You chatted with her?

They're not French.

Speaking of French...

Georgette Raynaud...

She saw you with lots of cash...

For several girls at once.

Not at all!

I wanted her to interpret.

But she turned them against me.

So you went to this girl's place.

You had her address.

No, we went to a hotel.

Which hotel?

Streets, hotels... How do

you manage, sir? In Romanian...

- Which area?

- Behind the cathedral.

Together? From Valko's?

That's guite a haul!

She'd have been pinched

for soliciting soldiers...

Quite a gutsy girl!

We went separately!

We were to meet there.

Not knowing the name

of the hotel or the street...

At the time, I knew!

Her name? You knew that?

Nini. I call 'em all Nini.

As long as you pay them'

their names...

So you said:
"Nini'

"meet me in 15 minutes'

on whatsit street, by the cathedral."

Something like that.

OK. Let's hear it in Romanian.

That's no proof.

There's always a way...

And explain this, too...

The Crystal Palace thugs

removed their stripes.

Yours have just been resewn!

You sure cornered him!

A fish! He was gaping like a fish!

Run the files down to HQ.

Not to your billets?

Look! I don't enjoy nailing them.

And what I enjoy even less

is you enjoying it.

I did not wish to play this role

before you today'

without guite understanding why.

Only now do I understand.

I will try to express myself simply:

How can we condemn these men'

all admirable comrades-in-arms?

How can we acguit these men'

all ruthless murderers of women?

I have no answer.

Don't sulk.

You got them off light.

Conan will be thrilled.

I don't follow you.

I appreciated your tactical cunning'

the way you played both sides...

"...condemn these heroes

if you dare, I cannot!"

Sure, they're guilty, but you

pushed the right button:

Execute these heroes?

I'm sure we can, but...

Good for them.

She's a nurse. English.

We couldn't talk, but in bed'

she shrieks like a banshee!

- I'll miss her.

- She's going?

Not her! Us!

You didn't know?

Back to Sofia

to replace the colonials

and then we go fight the Russians.

You seem displeased.

You civilians are funny.

Don't like the theatre

of foreign operations?

That's what it's called now.

Want a lift?

Nivelle and Mangin'

off with their heads!

Butchers!

5000 dead a day, comrades!

The population of a small city.

An entire city, wiped off the map!

Swine! Murderers!

Save it for the judges!

Jesus, what luxury!

If I was rich'

I'd piss all day long!

So they all got 3 years?

Yes, sir. 3 years.

With time off, they'll do...

6 months?

More like 10... I'd say a year.

What's a year?

A blink of the eye.

But we have to shoot one

now and then.

Case closed!

The Crystal Palace, fini!

Where are we? Going back north!

15 minutes later, south.

Then west...

We stop, we start!

Problem's the Danube.

Only 2 bridges left.

Madam Erlane's in Sofia!

She found out we'd be there'

even before I did!

What a leech!

She commandeered my phone

to call all the brass hats.

She went after everyone!

She demands his release.

"I know my son.

"It's a mistake.

He even volunteered." Etcetera...

You work it out, on the double!

Not again!

Send me the conductor!

Bring me that horse's ass!

What the hell is this?

Who said to get off?

The General wants our position.

I'd like to know myself!

He won't stop badgering me

to keep him posted.

Go on. He's in a bad mood!

I'm going, I'm going.

I should've been demobilized

6 months ago. So what's 15 minutes?

What a business!

Who's shooting? They nuts or what?

Get back aboard!

Who's in charge here?

What was that?

We're being sniped at?

I think the shots

came from the train.

Shots at what?

Shots from my train! At what?

Sir! Boars!

I think they bagged 1 or 2.

I adore game!

Have the cooks carve us a filet!

If it's thin'

the ribs will be tasty.

And some boar's head brawn!

They won't know how.

Send them in. I'll explain how.

- Brawn's tasty.

- Delicious!

What're you doing here?

Let's get moving!

It's the Danube, sir.

No excuses! Get a move on!

Yes, sir.

Bouvier!

A filet, the ribs...

and the brawn!

Greetings, Lieutenant.

See? As sharp-eyed as ever.

Still muckraking?

Since '14, they tell my boys:

"Nice work!

Cut their throats! Keep it up!"

Now that nobody needs 'em'

any clown has rights.

Now that they don't sh*t

in their pants:
Hup! 3 years!

Just for looting a cathouse!

A bit stiff!

They sent 80'000 to the slaughter

in 20 minutes!

Everyone fought.

Not everyone!

Sgueezing the trigger'

that's easy!

Bombs, cannons... Blind killing!

Anybody can!

We went at 'em with knives'

eye to eye!

A soldier will face down

an armoured train but not a knife.

We cut throats

to scare a whole regiment.

We won the war. 3000 of us.

- And the rest?

- They only fought it.

There are new rules.

You have to adapt.

Right! Adapt...

Ask a dog to adapt to salad!

I can light a fire'

I just can't relight it.

Jughead! Pretend it went out

and you're lighting it.

But that's relighting!

C'mon, c'mon, you outcasts

The cops, the wealthy

Will hang one day.

Where are we?

What can you see?

Nothing!

Can't see a thing! Not a thing!

Where are we?

Sofia, sir.

No one warned me!

I'm stark naked!

Who's in charge?

Put them under arrest!

You've time, sir.

I'm still naked!

Sofia!

Cars 8 and 12, detrain!

The others back aboard!

Why only the first 4 cars?

Dunno. Some go on to Gorna-Banja.

Is it far?

3 miles!

It's a spa with hot baths...

If the girls are like the baths'

okay by me!

Lt. Norbert, I'm...

I know. We met in Bucharest.

The prison in Bucharest.

Why do you insist

on condemning my son?

I'm just prosecuting, Madam'

that's all.

Explain the difference.

This way, please.

He never weighed his proper weight.

I mean, for his height.

That's what Dr. Gilet-Pons

told me on each visit:

"He's underweight."

I sent him to Roscoff

for the calcium.

It gave him nose bleeds.

Right off! Every day!

The air was too strong.

He came home even thinner.

And then he volunteered!

He was turned down

for officer's school'

but, suddenly, good enough

for this butchery!

He came home elated:

"Mother, I signed up!"

I thought I'd faint.

Faint!

I moved heaven and earth'

fasted, prayed night and day.

His father, a navy commander'

died in combat.

Like my brother, in his plane.

And the husband of...

My family's done its share, no?

I saw everyone...

cabinet ministers, chiefs of staff'

the Lord Bishop Pelletier...

Empty promises!

Promises?

To discharge him...

annul this nonsense!

My only choice

was the Eastern Front.

I should have helped him

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