The Looking Glass War Page #4

Like a waiter in one's club.

Good morning, good night

and a guinea at Christmas.

Coming in. That's something new.

My God, just look at that.

Coffee.

Hey. You ought to

get something for that cut.

That's terrible.

Wait. l'll get you something.

-How did you get a cut like that?

-What a stupid question.

"How did you get a cut like that?"

Now, don't move.

l'll get some hot water.

Am l on the right road to Kalkstadt?

l said, am l on the right road

to Kalkstadt?

You won't miss it.

You go straight on until you smell it,

then you turn left till you step in it.

Oh, look at that!

Come, l'll give you a ride.

You forgot your rucksack.

What's in it, bricks?

Come on, come on.

Kalkstadt's quite a distance yet.

Good.

Russians.

Now they got into it.

That's it. That's typical.

Germans eating Russian dust.

Military police.

There have been police all morning.

What's the matter?

-Come on, it's not going to hurt you.

-Stop the truck. l'll get out here.

l don't mind, you can hit me

if you like. Lots of men like that.

Let me tell you something.

They killed a boy, a guard,

in Wilmsdorf this morning.

The road is covered with police.

Well.

Come on, relax.

l don't give a damn about the police.

l hate the police.

You don't know what--

l'll have hush, gentlemen, please.

There he is. He made it.

That's it.

Just his identification, then off the air

until tomorrow. Copybook.

That's what he is, sir, copybook.

Am l on the right road to Kalkstadt?

Wait a minute.

Hey!

-What are you doing?

-Come on, move over.

-l'm going to Kalkstadt.

-So?

So l'm going to drive.

You can't drive like that.

Come on. Come on, move.

Who is he?

He's my friend.

Frulein, get out, please.

Your papers, please.

Please. Please.

What the hell did you hit him for?

He was just asleep. You woke him up.

Your papers.

Where are you going?

He's going to Kalkstadt.

Travel authority?

ln the truck.

Go get them.

lt says here that the driver of the truck

should be Wilhelm Koestler.

-What is your name?

-Leiser.

Koestler got sick. There was

no time to change the papers.

You, lock it up.

He's here.

Where's he going?

Kalkstadt.

All right, thanks.

No. Don't arrest anybody. Let him go.

Why did you hit that Vopo?

He might have hit you back.

l hated when they were

pushing you around like that.

lt's just their job.

lf they want to hurt me, they can do it

because they hate me...

...not because it's their job.

Someone killed a guard at the border.

That's what they were looking for.

They said a spy was coming over.

Get rid of the truck. They'll know it

by now. They'll be watching.

They would have arrested me back

there at the roadblock, wouldn't they?

What do birds dream about?

Worms, crickets, grasshoppers...

...flies, spiders,

slimy good things to eat.

-Have you ever eaten a spider?

-No.

l think you're lying.

Who's that?

Who is she?

Your wife? Your girlfriend?

She's nobody. She doesn't exist.

Then l can tear it up.

You don't have to go to Kalkstadt.

Let's go someplace else.

Where there's sun.

Spain.

Any place.

No father, no mother.

We can print our own newspapers.

We can make our own people.

You better go.

Did you hear what l said?

Hey!

-Herr Fritsche.

-Yes?

Your son Heinrich

asked me to see you.

-Heinrich?

-Can l come in?

Heinrich? How is that possible?

Hands across the sea.

-Did Heinrich tell you to say that?

-Yes.

He said to say "hands across the sea"

and that you had photographs for me.

You didn't give him any money?

Yes, for the photographs.

Heinrich is in good health!

Other children you have to

teach to be crooked...

...but Heinrich was a child prodigy.

A Mozart!

Hands across the sea!

No, no, you must not mind.

He does it to all the people.

Sit down.

l will make you a cup of coffee.

Yes, Heinrich. Cheating at school,

that's how it started.

Then lying,

stealing from his mother's purse....

Did he tell you what was

supposed to be in those photographs?

l'm afraid you will

have to have it black.

l take in very little milk, only half a liter

a day and that's for the cats.

You see, l have so few visitors here.

Hands across the sea.

Yes, Heinrich was a monster.

Life with him was just

one long series of surprises.

Explaining to the police,

paying his bills.

And the parties he had here.

The boys he brought home...

...they were of the worst possible type.

And the girls, if anything,

they were worse.

Hands across the sea!

Where are you going?

-Lbeck.

-The roads are closed.

You'll have to stay in Kalkstadt.

The inn will give you a room.

lt's clean, comfortable.

lt's the only one.

-What's wrong with your hand?

-lt's infected.

Yes. You feel warm.

What do you want?

What's wrong with you?

Look, can't you get it through your

head that l don't want you around?

Does your hand still hurt you?

Yes.

Now, why don't you go?

-l could tell them that you're here.

-They already know.

-Will they hurt you?

-What do you think?

You don't think.

What goes on in that

mind of yours, anyway?

Besides a lot of noises and words

and feelings you don't understand.

-Will they hurt you?

-Yes, they'll kill me!

l'm a trained man.

They'll have to kill me.

You're afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Did you ever see one of those?

Never. What is it?

-What's your name?

-Anna.

Anna, listen.

l asked you to come up here with me.

But when we got here,

l pulled this knife...

...and l stuck it to your throat.

Do you understand?

Did l tell you about England?

You know, the English are crazy.

l went for a walk there once

in the rain...

...and l saw this little old man...

...drawing on the pavement with chalk.

And as fast as he drew...

...the rain kept washing it all away.

They told me l could stay in England

if l send this message.

l cannot stay here. l am a murderer

here. So l have no choice, do l?

Don't send from here.

Old bird.

Who do you send to?

Just people. They eat through their

mouths like everybody else.

What will you say?

Missiles in Kalkstadt.

Range, 700 miles.

Here he is.

Three. Eight. Seven.

Zero.

He's slow?

All right. South-southwest.

One. Nine.

Three.

That's it.

What do you want?

lt's a serious breach of--

lt's my operation!

You mean you don't know?

There's been a hell of a crisis.

The ministry laid on a plane.

Know? What?

We're in the middle of

the most serious--

-l thought he didn't want the details.

-Well, the world knows it now.

You must be the only ones who don't.

Your bloody man killed

a sentry in crossing over.

Footprints going in.

lt's in the newspapers.

lt's not your fault. l....

l had a look at your files.

Real fine job.

You looked at my files?

That's a breach of security!

You've committed an offense!

They killed Taylor.

You haven't forgotten that.

Anything in this pot?

There's the problem of what to do.

lf they catch him,

they'll make a circus out of his trial.

There's nothing to connect him

with us in London.

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