Reunion in France Page #2

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- Monsieur.

All clear. All clear.

Nazi army in Luxembourg.

Extra paper. France and Holland rushing

to the defense of Low Countries.

Holland has opened the sea gates.

Holland opened the sea gates.

Holland has opened the sea gates.

Holland has now opened the sea gates.

Hitler invades Belgium and Holland.

Belgian army forced back.

Nazi army in Luxembourg.

Operator, I'd like the new telephone number

of Robert Cortot.

Number 17 Boulevard Suchet.

The old one's been disconnected.

That number can be secured

only in person...

...at the headquarters

of the Secret State Police.

What is your name, please?

- Where to, madame?

- Twelve Rue de Grenelle.

What's happened to the taxicabs?

This time they didn't come back

from the Marne.

Halt.

I haven't got a meter, madame.

Five francs all right?

All right.

What are all these people doing here?

Seems like we're in one of those

coal-allotment bureaus.

It's nothing of the sort.

It's my house, wait.

- Get in line.

- Wait your turn the same as us.

- Take up the end of the line.

- You'll have to wait in line.

Get out of my way.

Come back here.

We will supply...

- What are you doing in my room?

- She refused to stop.

- You should have shot her.

- Why didn't you?

- My back was turned to you all the way.

- Take her out of here.

- Come along.

- You'll do no such thing.

This is my house.

- Your house?

- Yes.

- Mademoiselle de la Becque?

- Yes.

- Won't you sit down?

- No.

Then permit me. My leg.

A severe wound, I hope.

I was bitten by a Belgian sheepdog.

We found them infinitely better equipped

than the soldiers.

It's of no importance.

To get to the point...

...the German army, mademoiselle...

...has seen fit to borrow your home

as a coal-allotment bureau.

And where am I to live?

The military governor of the city

has ordered one room set aside...

...for the owner

of each commandeered house.

You have no servants with you?

They've been shanghaied

into your labor battalions.

Interesting outdoor work.

You are welcome to your bedroom

and all of your effects.

Naturally, this room

will continue to be my office.

May I have the concierge's room?

I see no reason why not.

An excellent choice.

It has a private entrance to the street.

I know.

I know that you know.

You will transfer mademoiselle's effects.

Of course, you will observe

the usual curfew laws.

You understand that in no way

must your actions bring discredit...

...to the dignity and/or honor

of the German army.

- Lf there is anything I can do?

- As a matter of fact, there is...

...you and/or the German army.

What is it?

Never mind.

I'm sure it's punishable by death.

There is your bag.

I'll bring the rest down later.

All right.

Maybe they can tell me where he is.

- Wait for me.

- That depends on who opens the door.

- Mademoiselle.

- Honor.

Honor.

Well, come in, come in.

Welcome back to Paris.

Oh, thank you.

You can wait.

How is Monsieur Cortot,

and where is he?

At home, in wonderful health.

And if I may say so,

about to be overjoyed at your return.

Oh, you may certainly say so, Honor.

That Renoir belongs back where it was,

in the study.

I shall return it at once, mademoiselle.

Honor, I'm starved.

The toast thin and the omelet light,

as always.

As always.

As always.

Michele.

This is one of those things

that couldn't happen.

I'm being so silly. I don't want to cry.

Of course you do. So do I.

Did you miss me?

Oh, with all my heart.

Perhaps for the first time, really.

Why for the first time?

It seems I'd never used my heart

very much.

These past weeks, months,

or whatever they were, I discovered that.

After they took away everything I had,

I realized I hadn't wanted what I had.

I'm penniless. Will you still have me?

I've two dozen men looking for you

at the Spanish border.

Where did you run to?

Where did anyone run to?

You just ran, that's all.

It was easier to get away

from the Nazis than from the French.

Some of them were worse

than the Germans.

Spying on their friends...

...selling them for a passport,

a favor, even a meal...

...anything but fight as Frenchmen.

What's happened to us, Robert?

What's become of France?

Visitors?

A very important business conference,

two of my colleagues.

A business conference.

Almost as if nothing had happened since.

Everything about you

is as if nothing had happened.

I've been very lucky.

Yes?

- The gentlemen are here.

- Tell them I'll be just a moment.

They asked me to say

they were pressed for time.

- I'll be there directly, tell them.

- Yes, monsieur.

Yes, I've been very lucky.

Do you have any money at all?

Nothing. Only my ring.

That won't come off. It's part of me.

It runs from my hand to my heart.

From your heart to mine.

Don't be too long with your business.

I'll arrange for you to stay at the Atlanta.

We're dining there tonight.

- The Atlanta?

- Yes.

Food, a hot bath and a nap,

and try to be ready at 8.

I will.

Until then, remember that you're home,

that you're safe, and that I love you.

Tell them to me again, to make sure.

Just remember that I love you.

Three months ago, this gown

was six months ahead of the fashion.

You're still three to the good.

You look beautiful.

Isn't that the march

from the Meistersinger?

All Wagner sounds alike to me.

But that's Hitler's favorite.

What did you expect, the Marseillaise?

Our host at last.

The dinner hour is so uncertain in Paris.

Eating in general is uncertain

in all of France.

Michele, may I present

Herr Ulrich Windler.

Herr Windler is the head

of the Secret State Police in Paris.

- Vulgarly called the Gestapo.

- How do you do?

Michele de la Becque, my fiance.

Well. Where has he kept you hidden,

mademoiselle?

Michele has just arrived in Paris

from the south of France.

Wonderful. I had counted

on spending the winter there.

Instead of which, I shall have

to endure the London fog.

- Do you expect to be in London soon?

- Very soon.

Oh, there's General Schroeder.

Bear with Herr Windler's company

while I arrange for your rooms.

Must you go now? Won't later do?

I'll be back before you miss me.

I'm sure Herr Windler will have you meet

only the right people.

- Monsieur Cortot.

- Good evening.

- Hello, Robert.

- Hello, how are you?

- Herr Cortot.

- Robert.

We're all very fond of your fianc.

Yes, so I see.

The general staff in particular regard him

as a man of rare talent.

As for me, I admire his taste.

- You're very kind.

- Actually, I'm not kind at all.

But I, too, am a man of talent.

I do my job well.

- Herr Windler, hello.

- Good evening, Frau Schroeder.

Baron, baroness, may I present

Monsieur Cortot's fiance.

Mademoiselle de la Becque.

- Baron von Steinkamp and the baroness.

- Delighted.

- Frau General Schroeder.

- So pleased.

Whose husband seems only too happy

to grant Monsieur Cortot's request.

How charitable of General Schroeder.

General Schroeder

is not only charitable, but kind.

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