The Looking Glass War Page #2

He doesn't tell me. l blab.

Trouble is, too many old people.

We should reach 50 in decency.

A pill. Silent, painless, free.

-They'll do it in Sweden first.

-Sweden's a dream.

Well, the Eskimos always look after

their old people.

Mother's too old to boil the walrus...

...they float her out to sea

on an icecap.

Swedish girls at home aren't

like they are in Paris or London.

-Neither are Englishmen in Sweden.

-Oh, they aren't!

You could at least say good night

to your guests.

l can't take David's

pearls of political wisdom tonight.

What gives you a right to be superior?

-Don't start!

-Get mad, you cold son of a b*tch!

Lose control just for once.

Bloody bastard!

Shut up!

Good evening.

You can't understand the department.

You don't want to.

You resent my being secret.

You despise me

when l break the rules.

What are you hiding?

You a martyr, John?

Should l admire you

for your sacrifices?

l'm a technician.

You mean you're nothing.

A whore's a technician.

Well, l happen to love my country!

We're fighting a lonely battle,

in the dark.

Nobody thanks us for it.

But my God, they sleep at nights,

don't they?

That's pretty bloody unswinging,

isn't it?

Now somebody's dead.

Been killed.

He's one of ours.

There's a child involved, a little girl.

That's all l can say.

l thought we were in love.

You have a kind of peace

l don't give you anymore.

All l really wanted to know

is if you'd found another woman.

No.

Don't try and run me

like one of your wretched agents.

-Breathe deeply.

-What's this for, anyway?

lnsurance.

You signed a contract for service,

you're entitled.

lt doesn't cost you anything.

lnsurance? l am not an old man.

You have to die to collect it.

-l don't want it.

-Can't you keep him quiet?

You have to take it.

lt's regulation.

But it's like betting against yourself.

l don't want it.

We all have to die,

you might as well be paid for it.

Suppose something

did happen to you.

You've got a child coming.

lt would take care of him.

Cough.

There'll be no time for that,

l'm afraid.

-You can identify him as your brother?

-Half brother.

Sign here.

And here.

-How old are you?

-Twenty-eight.

-How old are you?

-Twenty-eight.

And here.

And Taylor?

How older was he than you?

-Older.

-And here.

-lt's twelve years.

-And here.

You see, there is a problem.

All his letters, his driving license,

and a passport belong to Taylor.

But the visaed passport

says "Malherby."

And his half brother was Avery...

...if that is you.

l'm only a policeman.

l like the English.

l don't want to make difficulties.

He was drunk in the road.

They drive like hell out there.

Maybe an airline pilot,

you know, no idea of the speed.

l'm listing this as an accident.

Don't try to make it anything more.

Paragraph two of the documents

quoted in Appendix A...

...are listed:
the gun barrels produced

in 1 932, under license from Krupp.

Thirty-eight thousand,

four hundred and sixty-three.

The photographer in Kalkstadt

is Fritsche.

Heinrich sent you.

The password is

"hands across the sea. "

The photographer in Kalkstadt

is Fritsche.

Heinrich sent you.

The password is

"hands across the sea. "

What about your toys?

Did you put your toys away?

Oh, you've used up all the air in here.

Don't you people read

what smoking does to your lungs?

Two dolls and one with a hairy face--

Click of a door or cocking of a gun?

Just a click of a door.

Walther, 7.65 millimeter, model PPK.

That was the magazine

being slipped in place.

lt's heavier than it looks.

lt's a beautiful gun there.

Built the first one in 1 931 .

So efficient they did not need

to improve it.

You love it, don't you?

All part of the job,

part of self-defense, that is.

Yes, the manly art.

That is why there is war.

Peace is a dream.

l spit on it.

That's a hell of a way to talk.

l'd cut my throat if l felt like that.

War's hell, that's what war is.

We're praying for peace

in this country.

What is that on the table?

What am l supposed to do with it,

shoot rabbits?

lt's for blowing a poor bugger's

brains out.

That's a fine thing to say.

At the table, while we're eating!

ln view of circumstances, sir...

...l think we owe the lady an apology.

Carol.

What?

Oh, sorry. More potatoes?

No, l'm sorry.

l think l've been rude.

Mrs. King's husband was killed

in our service.

l see.

So they take care of you?

You keep this house for them?

What are you asking questions for?

Why do you need to know?

lt must be strange to lose a man...

...to have a life

you never expected to have...

...to give away his clothes...

...to make love to another man,

it must be strange.

Well, that just about takes

the bloody cake!

Oh, shut up!

What do you know about it?

-What did the child put away?

-The green truck, two dolls...

-...one with a hairy face.

-How many gun barrels?

Thirty-eight thousand,

four hundred and sixty-three.

ls this mine?

-Johnson.

-Sir.

-Sit down.

-Sir.

Load this.

Most dangerous thing there is,

an unloaded gun.

We'll all be safer this way.

Ball.

Oh, no.

Hed been drinking.

His fake passport, his own passport,

were in the same pocket.

It was stupid!

Oh, for Gods sake!

You can talk.

The driver is a secure sort of person.

lf we're going to do this job,

let's do it with some precision.

The risk's too great.

l'm a surgeon, John.

The risk of war is like the idea

of my patient dying under my knife.

l don't let myself think of it.

-What about the film?

-No film.

That clinches it.

They've killed our man.

Well, the police have listed it

as an accident.

They'd have to do that then,

wouldn't they?

Read it.

You're officially my new assistant.

Signed by the minister himself.

Red ink.

Its traditional.

Hello?

Oh, l'll see.

-Your wife.

-Here he is!

No, no.

No, l'm sorry.

He's not here.

Goodbye.

Come on, come on.

You have to get on and get off.

-A child could home in on that lot.

-What's wrong with it?

Wrong? Oh, there's nothing wrong.

We just don't have time, do we?

l mean, you don't learn your wireless

overnight, do you?

l mean, there's more to it than that.

When l'm sending,

you can damn well listen.

You forgot your safety.

A back shift in the ninth group.

You drop that, we know

they've got you.

You wouldn't mind that, would you?

Away and chase yourself, sonny.

l have to get some sleep.

We'll sort you out in the morning.

Well, Avery, why don't you

get on with it.

Never trust anybody.

Go ahead, take it away from him.

Jerries do not like a knife,

not one bit.

Never could take cold steel.

Go on, it's just a little one.

What we say is:

"Six inches will not hurt a woman,

but it will kill a man."

Lovely! That's it!

Never be generous with the body.

That's what we tell our daughters.

All right!

Mrs. King.

-Are you all right in there, ma'am?

-Yes, thank you, we're all right.

A lot of racket. We wondered

if anything was wrong.

l'm sorry. The boys were having a bit

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