Hangmen Also Die! Page #2

Say, what is the specific gravity

of phosphorus, future brother-in-law?

I haven't the faintest idea.

You've got me there, Beda,

I don't know.

But you're a chemists, you ought

to know it by heart.

Well, Jan?

Yes, let me see now...

specific...

Uh ah, as a chemists, I only have to

know where to look it up.

You have to know it by heart,

future brother-in-law.

Jan, you have to hurry if you're

to be home before curfew.

Beda, go to the kitchen and tell Auntie

to wrap something up for Jan to eat.

With all the restaurants closed tonight,

you'll simply starve.

Well, thank you very much Mrs. Novotny.

- I'll say good night then.

- Good night, Jan.

Come.

- Tomorrow?

- Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

I got your name from the florist

across the street.

Mascha, is someone there?

Perhaps, I should go?

- Mascha.

- Yes, Auntie.

No, no, there's no one.

You helped me once before,

Miss Novotny.

- Yes, but...

- Mascha!

Coming, Auntie.

Come in quick.

In here.

Put your book away, Beda,

it's almost dinner time.

Yes, mother.

Hello.

What beautiful roses!

Mascha, aren't you going

to introduce me?

Yes, of course. Mister...

- Karel Vanek.

- Won't you please come in, Mr. Vanek?

Come.

Stepan...

Father, I want you to met a friend,

Mr. Vanek.

- Your daughter and I met...

- At the symphony.

My father, Professor Novotny.

- How do you do.

- How do you do.

I had the honor of being introduced

to your daughter at intermission.

I had the score of the symphony with me.

Oh, are you a musician, Mr. Vanek?

No, only a amateur.

I happen to be an architect.

I almost went along with

Mascha that evening...

only at the last minute,

I don't feel too well.

Oh, that's too bad,

but than again...

I wouldn't have had the pleasure of

escorting your daughter home.

Oh, then you live in this district,

Mr. Vanek?

No... no, I just happen to be

in the neighborhood.

Thought I would drop by

and pay my respects.

Young man, did you realize

it was already after 7 o'clock?

I have 6:
30.

The correct time is 7:15. Your watch

must be slow, Mr. Vanek...

And tonight,

that might be dangerous.

Yes, I suppose I better run along.

If you're on the street after 7 o'clock,

they shoot you on sight.

Right, father...

Dinner is ready, lady.

You mustn't think of leaving.

- Millie, set another place, please.

- Yes.

Luckily Mr. Vanek, we prepared

for another guest this evening.

You will join us for dinner,

won't you?

I hardly know what to say...

Don't say anything, Mr. Vanek,

it's quite unnecessary.

Isn't it, Mascha?

Don't be deceived by this china,

Mr. Vanek.

- Turnips again.

- And cabbage.

My husband likes for me

to use this service...

just to retain the memory

of the good old days.

Let me correct you, Helene.

Not in memory of the good old days...

but of the bad new ones.

That is a meat platter.

It contains cabbage.

It should contain meat.

That's why I insist it should be

on the table before us.

I agree with you,

Professor Novotny.

What do you think of the shooting

of Heydrich, Mr. Vanek?

It was completely unexpected,

wasn't it?

It was rather inevitable,

don't you think, Mr. Vanek?

Yes.

Well, we're all very glad that

he managed to escape.

I'll see who it is.

- It was Mrs. Sacha.

- Our janitor.

All males over the age of 13...

must register with the police

before tomorrow night.

Anyone without a police card

will be shot.

That leaves you out, Beda.

Apparently they don't think much

of Czech boys over 11.

Alright. Let them think that.

There may be some news on the radio.

Possibly.

Beda, you can take a recess from that

cabbage and turn on the radio.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Beda, you have hardly touched your food.

I prefer bread.

Careful, that's an ersatz,

it mustn't be...

- Oh, I knew it.

- Poor Beda.

"Fight on, my merry men all...

"I'm a little wounded, but I'm not slain".

It's nothing, I'm all right.

I'll be alright mother.

- I think it will need stitches.

- May I see it, Beda?

- Let's go and, put it under the faucet.

- No, Auntie.

I don't think it will need stitches,

Mrs. Novotny.

If you have a bit of bandage, a little

cotton, and some iodine...

- It's bleeding though.

- I think we can stop that.

Alright, Beda.

Can you hold that please? Twist it.

We interrupt our program to give

you the latest order...

of the Occupational Authority.

Any person aiding the escape of the

assassination or providing him with shelter...

will be executed.

All relatives of such accomplishes...

are subject to the same penalty of death.

The population is hereby warned

to report any information...

leading to the assassin at once."

Anyone with holding such information

must reckon with the blood debt...

this monstrous crime has laid

upon the entire Czech nation...

Those geniuses up there think they

can intimidate the Czechs...

with public warnings, dopes.

They will need something more concrete

to surrender their beloved assassin.

Something to make them jump.

- Czaka!

- What?

Are you listening to me at all?

I beg your pardon?

What are you doing there?

Nothing.

File C. Yes, that's right.

Czaka is spelled with a "C".

Curious, aren't you?

Curious on what the Gestapo

may have...

on file on the honorable brewer Czaka.

I will tell you:
"His beer is good."

Salute!

But he, himself, rather stinks.

Right. I hope you're

at home this weekend.

- You're a smart ass.

- Don't talk German to me.

If I'm going to police your

fascinating people properly...

I have to learn your crazy

language to perfection.

Here is the first list, Herr Inspector.

Editor...

Railway worker...

Clergyman.

That's good.

Priest are always good.

They do more harm than anyone else...

offending in every sermon.

Listen, I have a good suggestion.

Nykvar, the poet.

Nykvar?

What for?

He is not political.

He only writes folklore,

children ballets, fables.

Herr Gruber, if it's your intention to

Germanize the protectorate...

that is exactly where you should begin,

with the children.

You're an extraordinary patriot, Czaka.

I'm sorry, professor...

do you think I might ask the janitoress if

there is an available room here...

in the house where I might stay over?

I happen to know there's nothing.

There is an available couch in my study...

That I can personally assure you

is not uncomfortable.

It has already been made up.

You're welcomed to it.

Very kind of you, but...

There is hardly an alternative,

is there Mr. Vanek?

I hope those chimes

don't keep you awake.

Wenceslas hymn?

I should be use to it.

I hear it every morning.

What funny times. A man meets my

daughter at a symphony concert once...

and the next week he moves in.

Do you think the neighbors might gossip?

What of Jan?

- I don't see why the neighbors should hear of it at all.

- Well, the janitoress knows.

She does?

Yes.

Who told her?

We have our breakfast quite early,

Mr. Vanek.

Since it's forbidden to lecture

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