The Victors Page #5

# Faithful friends who were dear to us

# Will be near to us once more

# Someday soon

we all will be together

# If the Fates allow

# Until then

# We'll have to muddle through

somehow

# So have yourself

# A merry little Christmas now

# Merry Christmas

# Merry Christmas #

(SERGEANT) Detail!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

# Hallelujah, hallelujah

# Hark the herald angels sing

# "Glory to the newborn King

# "Peace on earth and mercy mild

# "God and sinners reconciled"

# Joyful, all ye nations rise

# Join the triumph of the skies

# With the angelic host proclaim

# "Christ is born in Bethlehem"

# Hark! The herald angels sing

# "Glory to the newborn King" #

(COMMENTATOR) To the Big Three

Conference in the Crimea

went not only the leaders

of the three Allied powers

but also the hopes and fate of all men

who look to a future free from war,

The three great leaders and

their military and political advisors

plan for the future,

This is the day the free world

has been waiting for

as Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin

decide the future of the war

and the peace to come,

Never before have the major Allies

been more closely united,

not only in their war aims,

but also in their peace aims.

Upon which we can begin to build,

under God,

that better world

in which our children

and grandchildren, yours and mine,

the children and grandchildren

of the whole world,

must live and can live.

Excusez-moi. Merci.

(CHEERING)

- Let's see the pass, buddy.

- Delighted, Sergeant.

It's not on there,

but my rifle number is 321579.

Yeah, and this place is off limits.

Ah, I never would have guessed.

Thanks, Sarge.

All right, wise guy.

We know your face.

A glass of beer, s'il vous plat.

- Perhaps I can buy the lady a drink?

- I am the owner.

How do you do?

I'd still like to buy you a drink.

- You know this place is off limits?

- Yeah, I noticed.

I'd like you to leave at once.

I obey the authorities in all respects.

Please go.

Far be it from me to involve you

with the authorities.

I bid you good day.

And tell your friends

in the Field Security Police

not to waste their time in the future.

My what?

Lady, you were never

more wrong in your life.

- In fact, if you knew me better...

- Let me see your hands.

My hands?

I was wrong.

The police have no calluses

on their hands.

You are only

an ordinary soldier after all.

Goodbye.

Permettez.

Ordinary is something else you

wouldn't say if you knew me better.

Do you believe in luck?

Well, this is the unluckiest day

of your life.

This is the day you let Frank Chase

slip through your fingers.

One moment.

bonsoir.

Will you have a drink with me?

All right.

Not here.

You were reckless to come in here.

Nothing's reckless if the stakes

are high enough.

Why's your place off limits?

Your police are prejudiced

against me.

Why?

because the Gestapo let me stay open

when the Germans were here.

Why shouldn't the Gestapo

let you stay open?

- I am Polish.

- Ah.

They could have sent me

to a labour camp,

but I paid them well.

Soon I shall pay your police, too.

Then I will not be off limits.

Yeah.

Well, that's the nice thing

about money.

Everybody seems to understand it.

May your efforts

be crowned with success.

Would you like to

dine with me tonight?

Very much.

I invite you.

I accept.

(PLAYS LIGHT POPULAR MUSIC)

(CHANGES TO REGAL MUSIC)

Par ici, Madame Magda.

(CHANGES BACK TO LIGHT MUSIC)

You don't, by any chance,

own this place, too?

I do.

I was feeling sorry for you.

- You must be rich.

- bah.

The real money is in the black market.

(CHASE) Hmm.

- Why don't you get in that, then?

- I am.

I should have known.

You know, there are deserters

in this room.

- Germans?

- Germans, british. Americans, too.

The war is almost over. The armies

are crumbling at the edges

Like stale cake.

(LAUGHING)

You've got some crumbs left over

from the last war, too.

They are businessmen.

business must be good.

business is always good in a war,

if you know how to live.

Serve my guest first, please.

I saw a deserter get shot once.

They'll never believe it.

Never, never, never.

Mmm, mmm.

- Is better than a foxhole?

- Mmm.

Ah! You know, when I was a kid,

I always wished I had

a fairy godmother,

and I finally found one.

D'you ever wish for things like that?

I used to wish for a fairy godfather

to come and take me away.

- From where?

- From Warsaw.

Why? I heard that was a great town.

I was born in a section

that's very well known,

with the highest rate of crime

in all Europe.

- At night even the police stay away.

- Hmm, real nice neighbourhood, huh?

I told you, it is very well known.

Did a fairy godfather ever come

and take you away?

Yes. He used to come two or three

times a year to look over the crop.

Finally, my turn came

when I was fifteen.

- Where'd he take you?

- Hamburg.

- The waterfront.

- At fifteen?

I was lucky, and clever.

A businessman from berlin fell in love

with me and bought me out.

I saved the money he gave me,

and after a year,

I left him.

I have been on my own ever since.

And as you can see,

I have done rather well.

And to what

do you attribute your success?

Never to depend on anyone.

Never to fall in love with anyone.

You have no idea

how stupid some girls are.

And never to give anything away

that can be sold.

Hmm... That's a philosophy I've

run across once or twice before.

- Can I have a cigarette, please?

- No.

but I will sell you one.

- (MAGDA) Frank?

- Yeah?

What time is it?

Uh, quarter past five.

- Is it raining?

- I'll see.

Yeah, it's still raining.

- I think we're moving out.

- What?

I said, I think we're moving out.

Good.

- Why?

- Don't act like a virgin.

You know you are not going back.

You know you are going to stay

and work for me.

I need someone like you,

someone clever, someone lucky.

And I know when people are lucky.

Someone not afraid to take chances,

because this is the time

to make money.

Everything is gold.

bread, meat, medicine, gasoline.

Everything your armies

are bringing in.

I need someone who can get

into the supply dumps and out again.

Someone like you,

who can pass as an officer.

I can get you

any kind of papers you need.

And now, with your company gone,

you'll be completely safe.

And you'll make money with me.

You're afraid.

Yeah. I guess I am.

Why?

because you saw a man

get shot once?

That will never happen again.

One of your own officers told me

that you have more than

40,000 deserters already.

No, no, baby.

Any time you got tired of me,

all you'd have to do is turn me in.

How could l?

You would know everything about me.

Anyway, the war is over.

They don't need you.

They may not need me,

but they're still fighting.

So let the fools fight.

They have all the fools they need,

all the sheep for the slaughter.

You stay with me, be safe, be rich.

Don't be a fool.

You can't tell me you want to go

out there and be with them.

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