Shining Through Page #5

- Hurry!

- Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- I thought they got you.

- The damn purse flew open!

You're such a dope!

You're another!

My friendship with

Margrete von Eberstien

was the closest

that I'd ever known.

Did you wish to stop?

Something happened to her?

She was killed?

- We can stop for a bit.

- No.

Is important to tell you that

she introduced me to her mother.

- Margrete, what if she suspects something?

- Nonsense! She'll suspect nothing.

All she thinks

about is herself.

- But what if she asks me... - What if?

You'll never see this woman again.

Tomorrow you are going to the home of a

barbarian. You'll never see my mother again.

And you?

Will I see you again?

Come.

Meet Hitler's favourite piano player.

You'll say I'm your cook?

I want to see

her kiss a Jew.

Well!

If it isn't my pretty girl!

How nice to see you.

- Where have you been for so long?

- Oh, Mother.

This is my friend from university.

Lina von Klopper.

Von Klopper?

Her father is the Baron von Klopper

of Pluhn. You know, the big castle of Pluhn?

That von Klopper.

How nice to meet you, my dear.

A week after my arrival,

Horst Drescher was to give a dinner party

that his chef would

be unable to attend.

With just hours left

before the party,

Herr Drescher would forego

the required security checks

into the girl sent

to replace him.

The idea being that I would so

impress him with my cooking skills

that he'd decide he

couldn't live without me.

No! That's enough basting. These

have to go in the oven now. Oh, my God.

You don't need to do

the stock any more.

Help her with those doves

in the oven. Please.

Let me taste this soup.

Excuse me!

May I ask you where the first course is?

We have been seated for 15 minutes.

I'm sorry, Herr Drescher.

The soup is ready now.

Is supposed to be

cold cucumber soup.

We serve it hot in Dsseldorf.

The doves aren't cooked yet?

The doves, we serve cold.

Is like they knew we were coming.

Everything was here.

Even toys for the children.

There were linens and towels,

and can you believe the initials were HD?

Like ours!

It was perfect!

Yes, it was perfect.

And so is the food tonight.

For my honoured guest,

Herr General Franze-Otto Dietrich,

a specialty from Dsseldorf...

hot cucumber soup.

So, how are the children

enjoying Potsdam, Herr Dietrich?

Not much, I'm afraid.

They miss their friends in Munich.

- Potsdam is so far away.

- You should have moved into Berlin.

There's a Hitler Youth Corps in Potsdam.

They will make friends.

They will.

We saw you on the news films

at Berchtesgaden.

Hitler was looking well.

- I'm so sorry, Herr Dietrich.

- Forgive me, mein Herr.

- No matter, no matter.

- I'm sure it will come out.

The colour suits me.

Is all right.

A house is available in my neighbourhood.

Perfect for you and the children.

- Schools are better in Berlin.

- So I believe.

My apologies.

She just came today.

Really?

Where from?

- Dsseldorf. - I assume she has

been through a security check?

But of course, Herr Dietrich.

With you here, I can assure you

no one would come in this house.

- Just asking.

- Highly recommended.

Good.

Delicious.

Makes me feel like a wolf.

You are the dumbest cook,

who has ever worked in this house.

I've been ashamed in front

of my important guests.

I'll make sure,

that you get no more work.

Never!

Get out of here!

What are you

doing out here?

Don't you know is dangerous?

Wait.

Wait.

Is me.

The soup?

- He dismissed you?

- Yes.

The doves were raw.

I had no time.

I arrived at six.

And you'll be home by ten.

Can I drop you?

Yes.

Come.

So, where to?

Just straight on this street.

You're a foreigner.

Fresh from Dsseldorf.

Yes?

Yes.

You're not really

a cook, are you?

The agencies have done

that to me as well.

Sent me two nannies who

knew nothing about children.

Not that mine are easy.

Their mother died two years ago.

They were naturally upset.

- How many?

- Two.

That's not so many.

My father took care of eight.

With my help, of course.

I was the oldest.

You have an education?

Apparently not

enough to cook doves.

He ate the whole thing

to prove it was edible.

You should have seen him.

Pompous little ass,

eating a raw bird.

You know,

is hard to find suitable girls

who've already been through

a complete Gestapo check.

I hate to let one get away.

I vanished that night

without a trace,

unable to let anyone know what had

happened, or why I'd been whisked away.

But having spotted the documents

in Franze Dietrich's briefcase,

I had to break my promise

to Ed Leland and stay.

Isolated in a small

town outside the city,

I was cut off from

all contact now,

biding my time as a humble

German domestic from Dsseldorf

in a privileged German world.

Look!

Papi!

- Bye-bye.

- Come on.

As far as I was concerned,

it couldn't have been planned better.

In one quick jump,

I'd landed in the upstairs chambers

of one of the Third Reich's elite.

A house where

names like Gring,

Speer and von Stauffenberg

topped the guest list,

and where I had no

doubt that information

critical to the German

war effort was being held.

But no matter how hard I searched,

I could find nothing...

not the briefcase, nor anything

even resembling an official document.

Whatever he brought home

from the office was being hidden,

and I had no idea where.

Look there!

Dieter!

- Dieter!

- Dieter!

Be careful now.

Hi.

Franze!

Franze, hallo.

Stayson!

What a surprise!

Yes, what a surprise.

- Well, hello.

- Hello.

You know Miss Albrecht?

Stayson von Neest.

You know Captain von Haefler

of the Foreign Office.

- Von Haefler, nice to meet you again.

- Of course!

You're the one who served the raw ducks.

I was at Drescher's.

- Your old employer wants you back.

- You can tell Drescher he's too late.

- No, is her employer before that.

- From Dsseldorf?

No, Friedrichs of the Foreign Office.

The old gentleman.

He was all upset. He thought

Drescher had done away with her.

Said she'd been working

with him for years.

What was his name?

From the Foreign Office?

Herr Konrad Friedrichs.

The old gentleman.

...where the happy

citizens of Berlin

are treated to the sight of...

the Fhrer

taking time out for

the Heroes' Day Parade.

Where, in a ceremony...

at the Sports Palace...

he will watch new recruits...

- Being inducted...

- Stop the film!

Stop the film!

Ed, Will, we got it!

His name is Franze-Otto Dietrich.

Right up there in the Wehrmacht.

Spent last Christmas with Hitler.

Look, they are definitely together.

She's got her hand on him.

- When was this film taken?

- They came out last week through Lisbon.

- But when were they taken?

- They're recent. Parade was two weeks ago.

- Contact Sunflower. Get me

into Switzerland. - What's the plan?

Get her the hell

outta there.

Had you any idea

they'd located you?

No.

None.

Nor did I know that a...

Franze Dietrich had

become suspicious of me.

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