Reunion in France Page #4

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Come in.

I've been designing

for very different tastes and figures.

- But we can arrange for a trousseau.

- But I don't want a trousseau.

I want a job.

I don't understand.

Simple enough. My house has been taken

away from me, my money's gone and...

I owe for my breakfast this morning.

But we were given to understand...

That is, Monsieur Cortot and you.

- We heard from your friends...

- My friends? I'm afraid I have no friends.

- Forgive me for having taken up your time.

- Oh, wait.

This is a time of insanity.

It makes idiots of us all.

Madame, I finally got the dress on her.

She's turning blue.

She'll match the print.

I'll look in a moment.

- How are you, Clothilde?

- Well, thank you, mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle is a new employee.

I'm afraid you'll have

to be very patient with me.

But then, you always have been.

Oh, stop it, you old pincushion.

Imagine, after all that's happened,

I can cry at this.

Because we can understand this.

Who can expect a woman to cry

because an empire has collapsed?

I'm very grateful to you.

Take her out

and get her started at something.

- This way, please, mademoiselle.

- Michele.

Mademoiselle Michele.

Be careful. Don't swallow any pins.

- Hello, darling.

- Hello, Mama.

- Yvonne.

- Good evening, chri.

Boys, please.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

Jeannot.

I'll be right down.

It's been a long day.

Practically curfew time.

Tired?

My feet.

Maybe they're blistered.

You'd better see a specialist.

A specialist? On my salary?

- What's the joke?

- I've forgotten.

Soak them in hot water and vinegar when

you get home. Makes them feel like wings.

Come on down and meet Jeannot.

- Who's Jeannot?

- My friend.

He teaches violin,

but he's really very nice.

Listen.

Isn't that beautiful?

You hear so little Mendelssohn

these days.

Mendelssohn? He's verboten. Excuse me.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- What's that you're playing?

- Wagner.

You were right.

Idiot. Suppose he knew

that was Mendelssohn.

He wouldn't dare admit it.

This is Michele de la Becque.

- Will you dine with us?

- It's nice of you...

Perhaps Michele would rather be alone.

She's pretty tired.

Yes, I would like to be by myself.

Thank you for asking me.

- Perhaps tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night, then. If we eat.

- Good night.

- Good night, Juliette, and thank you.

Don't worry. We'll eat.

- Are you French?

- Yes.

Then for the love of Pete, lady,

keep walking.

Voil.

The man has been waiting

for his friend who works in the shop.

Is it the habit of Frenchmen to jump out

of doorways at their lady friends?

Love to a Frenchman is a game,

for which he makes his own rules.

- What do you want and who are you?

- I'm a guy that lives in doorways.

Those two pathfinders behind us,

they live in doorways too.

Well, let go of me, or I'll call them.

Now, lady,

that's one thing you just can't do.

I'm not gonna hurt you and there isn't a

thing I want from you, except keep walking.

What makes you sure they're in love?

It seems she's pretty cold to him.

Part of the game. "You frightened me,"

she says, "I hate you. "

"I frightened you because I love you.

If I didn't, I wouldn't frighten you. "

- That doesn't make sense.

- It makes them happy.

So they play the game.

- What kind of trouble are you in?

- I'll tell you about it sometime.

- Powder your nose.

- Do what?

- Powder your nose.

- Why?

Stop speaking in questions.

So we can see whether

we're still being tailed.

Yes, we're still being followed,

if that's what you mean.

That's what I mean.

- You're hurt.

- Not much.

I got a bad leg and a stomach

that's forgotten about food...

...but there's so many of those guys.

Shake one and another pops up.

It's been days and nights.

Surely if you were wanted,

they'd have arrested you by now.

They're not sure I'm me.

- Who are you?

- You don't wanna know.

I'm Superman.

I gotta shake those monkeys.

I gotta shake them and get some sleep.

I gotta have sleep.

Why won't they believe we're in love?

What's so unusual about that?

Don't we look like?

That wasn't fair.

I've been trying to help you.

That was to convince them.

It should have. Nearly convinced me.

- Surely, monsieur, you no longer doubt.

- It's my business to doubt.

I want to see the end of this game.

Monsieur, even the Gestapo

must stop somewhere.

What are we stopping here for?

I'm sorry, but this is where I live.

Nip and tuck still with us?

Yes, they're still with us.

- Is that the only bag you own?

- No, I've got others. Why?

Empty it.

Here, so they won't see you.

- I'll grab it and run.

- Oh, no, you...

Yell. You don't know me. I forced my

attentions on you and stole your purse.

- But you couldn't run. You can't even walk.

- Lady, don't argue with me.

I'm too tired to argue.

Maybe I want them to catch me.

Maybe that's how tired I am.

I can't think anymore.

- What are they doing now?

- It's too simple.

Obviously, this is her home.

He wants to come in.

She says, "No, no, no. "

He says, "Yes, yes, yes. "

And she says, "But it isn't proper. "

He says, "Oh, just for a moment. "

She says, " Well, all right,

but just for a moment. "

- She's lying.

- They're being a long time about it.

They play the game well.

- All empty?

- Yes.

I'll remember you.

I'll remember you in my prayers,

if I get time to say them.

Won't you please tell me who you are?

Some kind of a bird, maybe.

No kidding. I fly.

Very low and very slow.

Like a duck.

Maybe that's what I am, a duck,

and this is...

This is the season...

I'll be back in the morning.

- That's a bed, isn't it?

- Yes.

I think I'll just sit down.

For a minute.

Just for a minute.

When did you eat last?

Eat?

Couple of years ago in Wilkes-Barre.

A leg of lamb, mashed potatoes...

...apple pie and three cups of coffee.

- Ever been to Wilkes-Barre?

- Wilkes-Barre?

Pennsylvania.

Ever see the Susquehanna?

Ever see Pittsburgh play Carnegie Tech?

I'll get out in just a minute.

No, I think you'd better try

to get some sleep.

Oh, I don't need to try.

Lady, here I go again.

RAF.

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.

The day, they say, has many faces.

- And the night but one.

- And the word?

- Breslau and Dresden.

- Brigade Leader Schultz.

Stregel, Anton,

Fourth Unit, Special Service.

Yes, I know,

and so does everyone else in sight.

Relax.

What progress have you made?

The young woman came out

about 40 minutes ago.

She went to the corner caf.

She came back with some food.

- There's been no sign of the young man.

- Fine.

I think you may have picked up

something important here, Stregel.

- Shall we make the arrest?

- Never hurry, my friend.

If you had picked up the boy,

you would never have found the girl.

The arrest must come

when the picture is complete...

...like the artist's signature.

Have a good German cigar from Hamburg.

My compliments.

- Thank you, Herr Schultz.

- I'll take over.

Thank you, Herr Schultz. Heil Hitler.

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