Secret Agent

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It isn't often that a soldier

dies in his bed these days.

No, Sir. No such luck, Sir.

Pretty sudden, wasn't it?

A chill killed him off suddenly.

He was as fit as you and I when

he came home on leave.

Well, there's one thing.

Brodie the novelist will be

remembered...

...when half the brave soldiers

of the War have been forgotten.

I wouldn't be surprised, Sir.

No, no. It's all right.

By the way, when is the funeral?

Tomorrow, Sir. Very quietly.

In the country.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

Good bye, Sir.

- Good bye.

So long, girls. You'll be in the

work of caring for our men.

Red Cross... Missions... what not.

Come in.

What's the meaning of all this?

Who are you?

Giving a soldier the sad news.

Look here, Sir...

I don't even know your name.

"You can call me R."

R ex-comission?

"No, R for rhododendron."

Have a good crossing from France?

Excellent, thank you. Until I

found out I was dead.

Very sad. Casualties have been

very heavy lately.

Look here. Have you seen this?

What's the explanation of that?

Well, the explanation of that is

this.

What does that mean?

We can't advance in Palestine

till the Arabs are behind us.

We're not quite sure, is that it?

When the censor snips up to this

extent, it seems pretty critical.

Listen, I don't see...

And you won't see it if you keep

on talking.

Germany is making every effort at

the moment to buy up the Arabs.

Do you love your Country?

Well, I just died for it.

You can't guess why?

I suppose I'm waiting for you to

tell me.

The raids always upset the fish.

Never know what to do with them.

Here are your passports.

One British, one American.

You have a reputation of being a

true observer of life, Ashenden.

Ashenden, me?

Yes. You.

The late Mr. Brodie was much too

well known for our purposes.

Hey, where are you driving at?

Ashenden's going to Switzerland

to find a German agent who's...

...leaving for Arabia shortly via

Constantinople.

Description?

- None.

Well, that's helpful.

But your predecessor... Is so...

In his last message he said he

"was staying at the Excelsior."

I want you to go there.

Here's the man playing for both

sides who may help you find him.

And when I've found him?

That sounded just like a pistol

shot, didn't it?

Report to me and you'll be given

further instructions.

I see.

We have to be allowed to reach

Constantinople?

Precisely. I like a man who makes

quick decisions.

Tonight a car will take you to

Dover.

You will change to a boat which

you'll take across the Channel.

From there you'll go to

Switzerland by a small route.

Your assistant will be there

before you.

Well, I've an assistant, have I?

Yes. A very useful one.

"We call him Hairless Mexican."

- Why?

He has curls and isn't Mexican.

"You can call him General." He'll

appreciate the compliment.

You will see for yourself.

Where's the General?

He took to the cellar, Sir, when

the raid began.

He cannot have lost his nerve?

Mr. Ashenden is leaving shortly.

- Very well.

So long.

- Where's my cap?

If the Swiss know what you're up

to they'll have you in the jug.

That's right, I'll watch my step.

Dear, it's much safer down here

than upstairs, you know?

I'd rather be up with the bombs

than downstairs with some people.

Hello, General. I thought you

came down here to dodge the bomb.

"Mr. R, you should know better."

- Mr. Ashenden.

General Pompeliu Moctezuma de la

Bella del Conde y de Lonbus.

Excuse me, I have very important

business. See you in Switzerland.

Hello, dearie! Sweetie!

Just a moment! I love you!

Lady guy?

- Not only ladies.

Now that you've met we won't

delay the departure any longer.

I better go see what he's up to.

So long.

Good Evening. You have a room for

me I believe.

Oh, Yes.

- My name's Ashenden.

I will see.

Ashenden. Yes, you are here.

Room 234 and 5.

Big room and sitting room.

Will you sign your name, please?

- Thank you.

Is there a private bathroom?

Certainly, Monsieur. Madame

Ashenden has insisted on that.

Who?

- Madame.

Your wife, Monsieur.

She arrived yesterday. You were

not expecting her so soon.

Well, not quite so soon.

It's a surprise for me isn't it?

- Indeed. Yes, Monsieur.

Mrs. Ashenden is looking well?

Madame looks great, Monsieur.

Oh, it is nice, isn't it?

I'll fill in this now.

I'll do it when I'm upstairs.

Room 234 and 5, you said?

- Yes, Monsieur.

I suppose Mrs. Ashenden has a

key?

Yes, Monsieur.

Shall I come up with you?

- No. I think I'll surprise her.

Have my luggage sent up, please.

- Certainly.

What were those numbers again?

234 and 5. I'll write them down.

- Thank you very much.

There, there. It's all right.

I am so sorry. It was my fault.

It's quite all right.

No harm done.

Poor old boy.

Someone here tripped over him.

That's all dear. It's nothing.

Aren't you through that bath?

I'm coming out soon!

- Good news.

What are we going to do tomorrow?

"- Why are we?"

Aren't you going out with me?

Didn't you promise?

What about a nice private picnic

in the woods around here?

What about lunch in the dining

room downstairs?

Oh, lady, didn't I make any

better hit with you than that?

No. I'd respect a married woman.

I've only known you 24 hours.

Sure. That means in 48 you'll

know me twice as well.

And by the end of the week...

You're looking for anybody

around here?

I'm looking for my wife.

And by the end of the week, what?

A divorce, it looks like.

Are you Mr. Ashenden?

- Guilty.

Darling, you're here at last.

Angel, how well you're looking.

Delicious.

I hope you haven't been lonely.

No. This gentleman and I met in

the lounge yesterday, didn't we?

Yes. A good angel put us

together.

He's been most kind and

entertaining.

Mr. Demartin, isn't it?

Sounds well the way you say it,

but it's really Robert Marvin.

Pleased to meet you Mr. Larkin.

How do you do, Mr. Ashendan?

Well, it's time for the triangle

to retire from family circle.

Exit... battle.

I wasn't expecting you so soon.

Who's our gallant?

- Jealous?

My good girl, there's no need to

play a part now.

Time to tell me who you are,

what your name is...

...and why you're acting as my

wife.

My name's Elsa Clarington. Answer

the other questions yourself.

"You mean that old crazy R has"

loaded you on me?

Yes. As you so elegantly put it.

- Sent you on the same job?

"Yes. R sent me and told me to"

join my husband. Mr. Ashenden.

So here I am, sweetie dear.

How do I know you're the person

you say you are?

Here's my passport.

That's better.

All right, stick them down there.

Anything else?

First, I'd like to see yours.

- Oh, that's better still.

All right. You're my true

and lawful husband.

I have a note for you.

It's in my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

- Mine. You sleep there.

Here it is.

Well, what does it say?

Do you mind if I come in?

If you don't mind my getting on

with today's work.

No, I don't believe.

I had to work it out, it in code.

- I know.

You opened it?

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