Night Train to Munich Page #8

We must act, Charters. It's no good

hanging about on the off chance.

Excuse, please.

- Wait a minute. That steward.

- What about him?

Well, he's bound to come back

sometime to bring their order.

ByJove, yes.

Here he comes.

- Oh, what -what time do we get to

Munich? - In about 30 minutes, sir.

Thank you.

- All right?

- Yes. I put it underneath a doughnut.

Good. What? But how do

you know they're for him?

Well, I suddenly remembered that

Dicky Randall always had doughnuts...

sent up to his room for afternoon tea.

That's very

clever of you, old man.

- Better get along there, hey?

- Mmm, right.

- Oh, my Lord.

- Why, what's up?

Why, I'm

- I'm wondering if it was doughnuts.

- What? - I - I believe

it was rock cakes.

Have you made all arrangements

for transport at Munich, Marsen?

Every arrangement, sir.

- Will there be more than one car?

- Almost certainly two.

Then let's see, that will

make seven. Rather a crowd.

I think in order to finish my talk with Herr

Bomasch, you had better take the second car.

Very good, sir.

I believe Herr Bomasch is really beginning

to see that I am doing my best to help him.

I'm sure he knows that.

Yes, yes, Major. Your attitude

has been most reasonable.

You must remember it's only a few hours since

Father was taken out of England by force.

Captain Marsen was only obeying orders.

Members of the Gestapo are

frequently asked to perform duties...

which others find too objectionable.

Some are objectionable.

Others I find extremely satisfying.

I often envy

you your opportunities.

What is that, the bill? I will pay.

No, please. I am escorting the party.

My dear Marsen, it's my privilege.

In fact, it is an order.

Terrible. The way prices

have gone up already.

Excuse me.

- Yes, I-I'm Randall.

- How are you, old man?

- You remember me?

- Yes.

- This is Charters, an old friend of mine.

- How do you do? Well, what is it?

- We don't know what you're up to, of course.

- Never mind about that.

But whatever it is, you appear to be on

the spot. Tell him about it, Charters.

Well, I was phoning

Berlin about my golf clubs.

By the way, I'm resigned to the fact I

shall never see them again, Caldicott.

- Yes, well, get on with it.

- I was just coming to that.

I was telephoning and got on the other

chap's line -you know, that Gestapo fellow.

I overheard him saying they

were sending a military escort...

to arrest you when you get to Munich.

You see, you're rumbled. They

know that you're not Herzoff.

Now listen. I can't tell you

everything. There isn't time.

But I've got to get that old man and the

girl out of this country at all costs.

Oh, a

- an official job.

- Are you two fellows game to help me?

- What, against Germany?

I'll say we are after all they've

done to us. What do you say, Caldicott?

- Absolutely, old man. Backs to the wall.

- I hope not.

I say, could you give me a

little more room to think?

- Is there any tea left?

- Yes, I think so, Ulrich.

There's no time for tea. We

reach Munich in a few minutes.

Oh, time for just one cup. Cake, darling?

No, thank you.

I am afraid I must ask you

to drop this little comedy.

It is very entertaining, but I have

certain formalities to attend to.

Comedy? What do you mean?

Oh, thank you.

You're merely pretending to

be infatuated with this man.

There's no such person as Major Herzoff.

He's a British agent trying to get

you and your father out of Germany.

You must be crazy. Ulrich.

I don't propose to waste the

time of the Gestapo denying it.

Thank you.

You -You're going to give yourself up?

Well, they have lots of proof, Mr. Bomasch.

An escort will be waiting at

Munich to take you in charge.

You can't do this.

- He's an enemy agent.

- Weren't you?

Didn't you do exactly the same as he's doing?

With a slight but important

difference. I wasn't caught.

- Are you just going to sit there and do nothing?

- Now, please don't make a scene.

- Don't you realize what this means?

- Yes, I do.

But he has a gun, and I haven't. And

he's got a couple of reserves next door.

Who do you take me for

- Bulldog Drummond?

Can't you be serious even now?

I told you this would happen.

I told you your scheme was absolutely

childish, but you wouldn't listen to me.

Why didn't you stay in England

instead of coming over here...

and deliberately throwing

your life away, you fool?

I have no time to listen

to this ridiculous display.

Steiner! Dreimund!

If there is more than

one major on the train...

how are we to know which one to arrest?

Our man's got a Gestapo officer watching him.

Hmm. Who has not these days?

The train.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitlerl

Marsen. I'm on instruction from Fifth

Army Headquarters to arrest Major Herzoff.

I fear you will need a stretcher.

The prisoner tried to escape, and I had to, uh

- to deal with him.

You will find him in the

last compartment, Coach 66.

Uh, what -what transport have you?

- Two cars.

- Excellent.

Now, this is Herr Axel Bomasch

from Harska and his daughter.

They are in protective custody,

and I have instructions...

to take them to General

von Komwitz without delay.

With your permission, I

will use one of the cars.

- Certainly.

- I'll leave you to take charge of the prisoner.

Will you show me my car?

Brunner.

Take this S.S. officer to the car.

- Coach 66 you said?

- The last compartment.

Full length on the seat.

Sergeant, get a stretcher from

the stationmaster and follow me.

Olson, you will take the S.S.

officer and his party in your car.

One moment. Is your chauffeur to be trusted?

I think so. He is a very

old member of the party.

Anti-Russian perhaps. I think

I'd rather take one of my own men.

- I'm traveling to a place of the greatest secrecy.

- Very good.

- You will not be needed, Olson.

- Very good, sir.

Rumplemeyer, you will drive.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

Come on, quick.

Right, man! Right! You're not in England.

Oh, I'd forgotten.

Not much of a life, a secret agent.

And the pay is bad too, sir.

I was just thinking, Charters.

In the last war, the army took over Lord's

Cricket Ground for drilling troops on.

- Wonder if they'll do it this time.

- Shortsighted, you know.

Better pull up here, Charters. We can't

get to Switzerland by any of the main roads.

Let me take over, will you?

Age around 22, height 5'4".

Slim figure, dark, brown eyes.

That's the lot. Phone these descriptions to

all stations within a hundred-mile radius.

A report has just come in, sir, that the

car has left the city by the south road.

So they are making for Switzerland.

- We take the road.

- Very good.

There's one thing that's

worrying me, Randall, old man.

It may be silly of me, of course, but -

How exactly are we going to

get across the Swiss frontier?

I know a little place where

I used to go climbing -

about 8,000 feet up where

Switzerland and Germany meet.

You're not going to ask us to

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