Night Train to Munich Page #2

Now, will you read the top line, please?

K, M, S...

Q, R, Y.

And now the line underneath.

M, O, 2...

6, 7, 3, G.

I don't think that is quite

right. Will you repeat it, please?

M, O, 2...

6, 7, 3, G.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Well?

I have to report that on instructions

from Gestapo headquarters...

I successfully made contact

with the woman Bomasch...

in Concentration Camp Number

Four, Reichsprotektorat of Bohemia.

I escaped with her, as

arranged, on the 27 th ofJuly...

and came ashore this morning at

11:
15, from the freighter Stovendam.

We are staying at an apartment house...

at 124 Paddington Lane, Marylebone.

Good. She has, of course, made

no attempt to locate her father.

No. I am awaiting your instructions.

This is all we know.

Bomasch is working for the British

admiralty. Where, we have no idea.

He is certainly well hidden and well guarded.

- Therefore, we must move cautiously.

- Understood, sir.

So do not appear too eager.

Impress upon her that you are

aliens and must move carefully.

Suggest that she places an

advertisement to this effect...

in the personal column of the London Times...

signed perhaps with some nickname

which her father will know at once.

You will see that that advertisement

is repeated daily until it is answered.

When that happens, you

will report to me instantly.

- You understand?

- Yes, sir.

That is all. Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitlerl

I see that fellow

Ribbentrop's going to Moscow.

Hmm. So did Napoleon.

Miss Bomasch,

you're wanted on the phone.

Nice time of night to ring up, I must say.

- Who is it?

- Oh, he didn't say.

Hello? Yes, I'm Anna Bomasch.

In the Times, yes. Who is it?

Yes, I'm alone. Who is it, please?

I can't answer questions.

Now please listen carefully.

At the post office in Prairie

Street, a letter is waiting for you...

containing a railway ticket.

Go to the destination on the ticket,

and when you get to the town...

ask for a man named Gus Bennett.

You've got the name? Gus Bennett.

- Yes, but who do I ask?

- Everyone there knows Gus Bennett.

You say nothing of this to

anyone. That is most important.

Hello?

Hello!

- Yes?

- It's Anna. May I come in?

Yes, come in.

Karl, I've just heard. Somebody telephoned.

- We found him.

- Where?

- I don't know yet.

- But, uh, what did he say?

Karl, I'd love to tell you, but whoever it

was said I wasn't to say a word to anyone.

- Oh.

- I don't mean you're just anyone.

- Of course you're

not, but - - Anna, I -

I would much rather you didn't tell me.

We don't know what your father is doing, and

it's probably right you should take precautions.

There's no one in the

world I'd rather confide in.

I don't know what I'd have

done if it hadn't been for you.

No.

- You are happy

now? - Mm-hmm.

Well, that's all that matters.

Good night, Karl.

Oh, he's along here, all right.

You hear a warbling note like an air

raid siren? Well, that's him singing.

Churns out the same moldy

songs from 9:
00 in the morning.

A human barrel organ, he is.

The song of the century!

When "Home Sweet Home" and "Annie Laurie"

are forgotten, this song will live on.

Now, madam, only the

price of a stick of rock.

Sixpence, sir. The ballad of the

age. "Only Love Can Lead the Way. "

Here, buy a copy for the sergeant

major. Thank you, gentlemen! Thank you!

Anyone else want to buy a

copy of this haunting melody?

How would you like to be

haunted for a sixpence, miss?

- Mr. Gus Bennett?

- In the flesh. You want me to autograph it? I'll throw that in.

- I'm Anna Bomasch.

- How do you do?

Don't go away, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm not gonna sing again yet.

- I was told to come and see you, Mr. Bennett.

- Hmm? Who by?

- I don't know.

- Is this a gag?

Well, somebody phoned me. They

said you'd have news of my father.

Your father? Never heard of

him. Somebody's pulling your leg.

"Only Love Can Lead the Way. " A tonic so far.

We give the tonic. You provide the "so far. "

Thank you, madam. Hey, don't go away.

I'm just going to tear off another number.

Then we'll have a talk.

I'm now going to sing the

sentimental song hit of the year.

They say the hand that rocks

the cradle rules the world...

but, believe me, it's songs

like this that fill it.

Are you -Are you sure

it was Gus Bennett they said?

- Yes, I'm certain.

- Your father's not in the song business?

- No.

- Well, it's beyond me. How did you lose him?

- He escaped.

- Escaped? You mean he's still at large?

- I-I mean, you haven't

seen him since? - No.

You see, I was in a concentration camp.

- Were you really? Where?

- Near Prague.

Prague.

- You here by yourself?

- Yes.

- Anyone know you're here?

- No.

- Would you like another one of these?

- No, thank you.

Alfie?

I don't understand it. It's extraordinary.

Well, it amounts to this.

You don't know my father...

you don't know anything about

him, and you can't help me.

Is that him?

Father!

Anna!

Here it is

- Brightbourne, a health resort.

But I hardly think that Herr

Bomasch is there for his health.

You notice across the bay

is the Dartland naval base.

Reports says he's been there

three times in the last week.

Probably conducting experiments, sir.

Precisely. We can't afford

to delay a moment longer.

There's another reason for haste.

Any day now, Poland may provoke us

into invading her in self-defense.

England will not stand by Poland.

We have the personal assurance

of Herr von Ribbentrop as to that.

Hmm. So I understand.

Nevertheless, instruct Fredericks that we

are putting arrangements in hand at once.

Very good, sir.

- Is the coffee ready?

- It won't be a minute.

Oh, hello.

- Hello there.

- Come to see Father?

No.

- Want some?

- Thank you.

- Where did you get that from?

- Post office stopped it.

- Why?

- I gave them instructions.

What have my private letters to do with you?

A postmark's a dangerous thing.

- This letter's to a friend of mine.

- British?

- No.

- Refugee?

I'm not going to be cross-examined.

I must remind you that the government pay me a

wage - small but regular- to look after your father.

It's obviously not small enough.

You don't suppose I'd write

to anybody I couldn't trust.

Why, if it wasn't for

Karl, I wouldn't be here.

What did you say?

- He escaped with me.

- But you never told me.

- I told my father.

- But not me.

If I didn't, it's simply because

Karl is an alien without a passport.

He was afraid he might be deported.

- Known him long?

- No. What are you doing?

Just want to check up on him.

Have you ever heard of an organized escape?

- Organized?

- To lead them to your father.

But that's fantastic. Karl

doesn't even know where I am.

Are you sure of that?

- Of course. I told no one.

- Good.

Honestly, I don't want to throw

a monkey wrench into the romance.

Thank you. I appreciate that you're

inspired by the highest motives...

and that you'll go to any

lengths to pursue them.

- Any lengths.

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