Reunion in France Page #9

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to shoot the tires of their car.

There's a rifle in that box down there.

Get it out.

I say, do you know how to drive?

- Do you know how to drive?

- Yes.

Don't worry about him.

He's a good Jerry now.

Slow down a bit.

When I tell you, speed up again.

Slower.

- Are you all right?

- Quite.

Keep your eyes open

for signposts on the right.

- Who are you?

- Name is Pinkham.

- British Intelligence.

- British, but not terribly intelligent.

I'm afraid I can't get you to Lisbon.

If it hadn't been for that alarm,

I could have.

Sorry. I promised Cortot you'd make it.

- He knows all about you, doesn't he?

- Cortot?

He's the reason for my being here.

When they find out, then what?

The underground and the sabotage

will go on without him.

The workers in his factories,

men on the street...

...shopgirls and teachers and farmers.

The greatest organization

Cortot ever created.

And no one in it knows him as anything

but a Nazi lover and an enemy of France.

Oh, but why couldn't he have told me?

Why couldn't I know?

If he had, would you

have stayed with him?

Would you have been willing

to die with him?

Of course I would.

That's why he never told you.

Isn't that a signpost?

Slow down a bit.

- What are you going to do?

- I get out here.

Turn down the road.

You'll see a light in the first field.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Don't worry.

I want to keep an eye out for the nasties.

I'll see you later.

- Pat.

- You're supposed to be on to Lisbon.

- Pat, we...

- Where's Pinkham?

He slid out when I turned off the highway.

He said he'd be along.

Didn't he say...?

They must be coming through.

I'm sorry we've had to put you

through this ordeal, mademoiselle.

I'm General Grovedale,

and this is Major Robley.

We were forced to keep you in ignorance

in order to minimize your own danger.

We promised Monsieur Cortot.

Yes, I realize that now.

In the field to the left, just under us.

- About 300 feet due west of the road.

- Right.

Here they come.

Right on the minute.

- Where's Pinkie?

- He said he'd be along in time.

We can't wait any longer.

- We'll have to get to the plane.

- But Pinkham...

The men in that bomber have risked

their lives to come here for us.

- I know, sir, but... - It's my duty

to see that we all leave safely.

Pinkie would want us to do just that.

London isn't as far

from Wilkes-Barre as Lisbon.

Pat, do you think Pinkham is dead?

If he weren't, he'd be with us.

He was willing to die so that

we could get away, wasn't he?

Yes, I guess so, Mike.

Why, Pat? He wanted to live too.

Well, I guess a man

just doesn't figure it that way...

...when he's fighting for his country.

Everything that'll help his country

is important.

What happens to him just isn't.

When he loves his country.

- Talbot, we're leaving.

- Coming.

He wanted you to be free, Mike.

He knew you'd be told

the truth about him...

...and he knew you'd be proud

of what he's doing.

Fighting for France

as she could never fight for herself.

How terribly lonely he must be.

Come in.

Robert Cortot, in the name of the Fhrer...

Good morning, Herr Windler.

Isn't it early for you to be out?

And General von Schroeder,

this is a pleasure indeed.

Monsieur, there are questions

we would like to ask you.

- I'm bursting with information.

- Well, Robert...

Earlier this morning, the British

Broadcasting Company announced...

...that General Grovedale and two other

officers had safely reached London.

British propaganda. They never could have

managed to escape from you.

Not by themselves.

But there's some indication

that they had help.

Really? From whom?

Perhaps Mademoiselle de la Becque

could give us some information.

Mademoiselle de la Becque?

Frankly, Robert, we expected to find

mademoiselle at her hotel.

Michele has gone to Fontainebleau.

- She is spending the weekend there.

- Yes, we know that.

May I ask at what hotel

she intended to stay?

I don't know.

- I hadn't planned to visit her.

- Well, we can find out easily enough.

What's the meaning of this?

Is Windler trying to make me responsible

for his incompetency?

And not only you, me.

I am the one he is really after.

My conscience is as clean as Windler's.

They won't care about your conscience.

- There are other matters they look into.

- Other matters?

I have a report on the performance

of your trucks.

- I am afraid to forward it to Berlin.

- Aren't they satisfied?

- We have delivered hundreds of them.

- Hundreds that use twice as much gasoline.

With the wheels out of alignment...

...gears that strip continually,

axles that break.

General, it is quite impossible for me

to build each truck with my own hands.

My responsibility ends with my designs.

As long as most of our skilled workers

remain in camps...

But, Robert, the responsibility is mine.

I have vouched for you.

L... Robert, she is in Fontainebleau,

isn't she?

That's where she said

she was going.

- Because if she isn't...

- Just as I thought.

Mademoiselle de la Becque

is not in Fontainebleau.

Perhaps you would like to join us.

I assume you're interested

in the whereabouts of your fiance.

Most assuredly.

How's the weather?

I think the gray one will be right...

...if it isn't too brisk.

Keep your hands away from that drawer.

Good morning.

Michele.

You don't know how glad we are

to see you, mademoiselle.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

I'm glad you're glad.

You've made a liar of me.

I was telling the general...

...you were spending a last weekend

at Fontainebleau before leaving.

It's all been so mysterious.

My chauffeur was to have taken me

to Fontainebleau last night after I packed.

When he didn't come back, I telephoned

where he was staying...

...but there was no one there

by that name.

After Monsieur Cortot went to

so much trouble...

...to secure permits for you both

to go to Lisbon.

I'm afraid I'll have to change

most of my plans.

Sometimes the Gestapo is a little hasty

in what it considers its judgment.

Perhaps Berlin will see fit

to make some changes.

Goodbye, mademoiselle.

- A pleasure as always.

- Mutual as always.

Release that man, you idiots,

and be off about your business.

Release him.

Nazi traitors.

We must only begin to worry when they

no longer spit at us and our Nazi friends.

Our Nazi friends.

You knew I'd come back, didn't you?

You would have been safe in England.

Being safe isn't nearly as important

in this world as it used to be.

I belong in France, and I belong with you.

I won't be much help, I know,

but you won't be quite as lonely.

How could I be,

with twice as many people in my world?

Our world, and all of us in love.

Robert, look, that plane.

It is not your American,

if that's what you think.

This one has come every morning now

for a week.

The fools don't even shoot at him

because he doesn't drop bombs.

If the Nazis only knew how dangerous

he is to them.

If they only knew France.

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