Funeral in Berlin Page #5

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He's going over the Wall...into the East.

They were going to throw me out.

Throw me out. After 25 years!

What do you think of that, Mr. Palmer?

As a security risk!

I never even dreamt of betraying

my trust...

till I heard they were going

to throw me out.

Those silly papers. They

weren't even secret!

They belong to Broum, anyhow.

You wanna tell Ross that?

No.

If you help me, Hallam, I'll

try to keep you out of jail.

- What's Vulkan's plan?

- We were going over the Wall tonight.

- Both of you?

- Yes.

It's an escape route for Stok's agents.

The Grepos know about it.

From East Berlin we can get

to Czechoslovakia,

from there to Switzerland.

- Where is he?

- You go through that house.

At the back there's a garden

and another building.

That's where he's waiting for me.

Give these to Vulkan. Tell him

I believed your story,

and whatever you do, keep him talking.

I'll be right behind you.

Broum, where are you?

He fell for it.

I've got the documents.

Broum, where are you?

I have a gun on you, Harry.

Come here!

- Where's your gun?

- I haven't got one.

- I came unarmed.

- You're lying, Harry.

- Why did you kill Hallam?

- Don't pretend you're stupid, Harry.

Hallam broke down and told Ross everything.

Ross's men are down there now.

It's a good try, Harry, but it won't work.

Hallam brought me what I needed,

and in two minutes,

I'll be out of here and over the Wall.

Hitting you on the head is getting to be...

I told you, Johnnie. Those

are Ross's men...

I'd like to use this on you right now!

- I know you would.

- Stand up!

The minute they see that fancy fur coat

of yours, they'll shoot you down.

- You're dead, Johnnie.

- Not yet. Get up!

Ross's men won't shoot you, will they?

Give me your coat!

We head for the Wall, slowly.

Now, move!

Dorf!

Stop!

Shoot!

Paul Louis Broum.

The documents are in his pocket.

...and he was found at the foot

of the Wall.

Another martyr killed escaping to the West.

I thought Colonel Stok would

appreciate that, sir.

- You might make a professional yet.

- I'm glad you think so, sir.

That loan you wanted to buy a car,

how much was it?

- 800. Why?

- Well, I think you've earned it.

No, thank you, sir. I'll walk.

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