Arise, My Love Page #6

and he told me about

your new job.

- Congratulations, Correspondent.

- Thanks.

What's this?

Something to wind around

your heart with my compliments.

- It's typewriter ribbon.

- That's right.

That's what's ticking inside you,

a typewriter.

With 26 letters from A to Z,

with numbers,

a question mark

and an exclamation point.

Thanks anyway,

from the bottom of my typewriter.

All aboard, passengers!

- Goodbye, Tom. Take care.

- So long, career woman.

- May I help you?

- Thank you.

Ever notice how European trains

always smell of cologne

and hard-boiled eggs?

Thomas Martin, you're crazy!

Crazy? How?

Running after me.

I'm not running after you.

We're just on the same tack,

on the same train,

going in the same direction.

- It was pure coincidence?

- That's right.

I see.

- Tickets, please.

- Yes.

Berlin.

- Warsaw.

- Thank you.

So you're going to Warsaw!

Volunteer Tomislaus Martinofski

reporting for duty

with the Polish Air Force.

- When did you enlist?

- Before breakfast.

You don't believe me?

My credentials.

The Polish Consulate

is signing up flyers.

It looks like any moment now.

It certainly does.

You don't intend

to wade through it?

It's my homework for my new job.

Well...

wake me up when you come

to when he claims Milwaukee.

It you're counting my eyebrows,

I can help you.

There are two!

I was doing no such thing.

- What do you see, Gusto?

- A wood, trees.

That's the Forest of Compiegne.

Look at it,

like a grandmother dozing

in her rocking chair.

Old trees practicing curtsies

in the wind

because they still think

Louis the 14th is king.

In the shade, woodpeckers

and crickets hardly break the silence.

- Who said that?

- Why?

It doesn't sound like you.

I was quoting a French boy

who was with me in Spain.

He grew up here.

He used to talk about it

when the bullets got thick.

I feel like I know every tree,

every glade, every old inn.

He really wanted to see it again,

to wade in the brocks,

pick wild strawberries.

- His name was Andr.

- He sounds like a sweet boy.

He was.

It'd be a nice gesture

if we could step off the train

and take his memory back

to the crickets and strawberries.

It's a pretty thought.

You're sure Andr is no relation

to your Romanian lady?

You always think the worst of me.

I wonder why!

Listen, Miss Willpower,

you're as safe as a church.

You're worried about your career.

Nothing can stop you now.

You're traveling toward it

at 70 mph,

next stop Berlin!

There's no danger.

Now that nothing can stop you,

you stubborn little...

You may as well admit that

you feel how I feel!

Exactly.

Alright, I admit it.

There's no danger now.

Not at all.

Even if took you in my arms.

Even if we got off this train

and stole 3 days for ourselves,

three quiet, innocent days

before we say goodbye,

perhaps never

to see each other again,

perhaps never to see

a forest again,

or a brook

or a sky of peace.

The train doesn't stop.

I know. No stops for us.

70 mph.

- No danger...

- Tom, stay over there.

I said there's no danger.

Not now.

Please, Tom.

You might be generous enough

to say "Kiss me, you idiot!"

Tom...

I said no danger.

Got anything on the Embassy

in Warsaw, something modern?

I'm not happy.

I'm not happy at all.

- Here, drink this, Mr. Phillips.

- Leave me alone.

Belgrade, Naples, Copenhagen,

Budapest, Bucharest...

- Where in blue brimstone is Berlin?

- There it is, Mr. Phillips.

The Propaganda Ministry feeds

our Berlin office a lot of pap.

Goebbels wrote every line of it.

What happened to Gusto Nash?

Why did she think I sent her

to Berlin?

We're trying to get

the Berlin office on the phone.

Shut up!

I'm not happy.

I'm not happy at all!

Please, drink this, Mr. Phillips.

Has anything come from Berlin,

from Nash?

Just a paragraph, a sentence?

A slight indication that she knows

Hitler is at war?

Not a thing.

- I'm not happy.

- Hello?

- I'm not happy at all.

- Yes, Mr. Phillips!

Berlin's on the phone.

Berlin?

What is the matter

with your office?

I've been trying to get this call

for four hours!

Where's the stuff from Gusto Nash?

Tell that incompetent female

amateur I'll tear her apart.

N-A-S-H.

You tell her I'll kick...

Why can't you tell her?

What do you mean

she's not in Berlin?

Who are you kidding?

She must be in Berlin,

she left two days ago.

Check every hotel in Berlin,

every train that's arrived,

every beauty shop!

Maybe she thinks Hitler's waiting

for her to get a permanent wave.

The only possible excuse is if

you find her in the morgue.

I'm not happy.

Tom.

Tom, darling.

It's dawn.

Hello.

We should get back to the inn.

What will they think?

Nothing. It's a French inn.

They get up early

in the country.

Stay, darling.

Just one more minute...

There's dew in your hair.

And there's an ant

strolling up your cheek.

I wish it were your lips.

Such a little kiss.

- Such a little ant...

- I wish it had been an elephant.

It's as though you had

a brand new set of senses.

As though you'd been tone-deaf

and color-blind before.

- As if you'd never laughed or cried.

- No tears, please.

No tears,

even if it is our last day.

But it's a long day, darling,

and it's still early.

- Maybe the sun will stop.

- Maybe...

In Spain, when there was one day

before dying, I didn't care a hang.

I wasted hours like a spendthrift.

Now I feel like a miser.

- Counting the minutes, the seconds...

- Darling...

Look.

Aren't they adorable!

Look at those!

The Seven Dwarfs must be

giving a party.

Doesn't look like a party to me.

- Those are scared animals.

- Scared of what?

I don't know, but they've

got instinct. They're running.

- It's begun.

- Let's go to the inn, the radio.

With six German armies pushing

towards the heart of Poland,

and Nazi bombs falling

on important Polish towns,

French and English governments

await an answer to their ultimatum.

In both countries, general

mobilization has been ordered.

General mobilization?

Robert...

- Robert...

- There, there.

There, dear.

- When is there are train for Paris?

- At 8:
05.

Agnes! Agnes!

We'd better take the same train.

My wife will help you pack.

Go, Madeleine.

- Yes, Robert.

- I'll get the carriage.

- I can take you to the station.

- Fine.

It's like waking up

and finding the house on fire.

Yeah, only quicker.

How will this affect your job?

lt'll be alright.

Phillips is probably wild,

but once I'm in Berlin

and send some stories...

War Correspondent,

Gusto Nash.

That's climbing your ladder

two rungs at a time.

Yeah, it's a break, isn't it?

- Tom, you can't go to Poland.

- Who says?

A detour through Switzerland,

Yugoslavia, Hungary...

I'll take an extra crack at them

for robbing us of 12 hours.

They cheated us, didn't they?

Maybe it's easier that way.

I was afraid of those last moments.

They say you don't feel the pain

so much if you're cut quickly.

Gusto.

You're the best.

- I always said you were my type.

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