The Yellow Rolls-Royce Page #9

It's the Germans.

Oh, nonsense.

- The German ambassador assured me...

- Madam, it's the invasion.

Quick, quick.

Everyone into shelter.

To the cellar, hurry up.

Oh, it's the invasion.

What about my martini?

Don't I get any dinner?

Come on, Duchess.

Oh, let's see.

Oh, some of that.

And that's for my darling.

Where? Where?

Let's see.

Michele.

Signora, we must go.

Oh, Madonna, Madonna.

Save me, the father, oh, and son.

Oh, my darling.

There's nothing to be afraid of, only some

nasty men throwing some nasty bombs.

There.

Mrs. Millett.

Oh, so it's you again.

- What are you doing up here?

- We're having our dinner.

While the whole city's burning? Look.

No, I haven't finished yet.

Come and look.

They haven't even bothered

to declare war.

Why isn't there any antiaircraft fire?

Because there are no antiaircraft guns.

Because what you see out there

is an undefended town.

Our army will be defeated in one week.

But some of us will go on fighting

from the mountains.

That is why

I'm going to requisition your car.

You're going to do what?

Requisition your car.

And your driver too because,

unhappily, I can't drive.

And what does "requisition" mean?

Take.

Oh.

Young man, don't let this tragic affair

affect your brain.

If you think you're gonna strand me

in this ghastly hotel...

Hors d'oeuvres are dreadful

and my bedroom is an ice box.

You're making a big mistake. You do not

requisition my car. Understood?

- I'm sorry, but I must join my group.

- Well, take a taxi.

- Taxi?

- Well, take a horse, then.

Or steal somebody else's car.

Let's talk about more important things.

Is there any Air Raid

Precaution Organization out there?

I should think none at all.

Oh, I think that is criminally careless

of the authorities...

...and I will tell King Peter so myself.

Back in Minnesota,

they just wouldn't believe it.

People are lying injured out there

and there is no one to help them?

Well, I imagine the police

are doing all they can.

Here.

There's bound to be

a shortage of bandages.

There. Michele.

Michele.

Well, he isn't here either.

I don't understand

how he can run off without a word.

Well, I'll drive the car myself.

But can you drive?

Everybody in America can drive a car.

There's nothing to it.

Now, give me the dog.

Here, open those doors, please.

There.

Oh, my darling, there.

Now, you're gonna be all right in there.

That's Mr. Davich's favorite place.

There.

Now... Oh, there's the key.

Now...

There.

No, no, that isn't it.

Ah!

That's it. Now.

Here we go.

I just got my gears a little wrong.

There. There.

See? That's it.

Mrs. Millett.

Here. Tear these into strips.

Three inches wide.

Bandages, bandages.

There, huh?

Oh, there.

Oh, that's a good boy.

Oh, what a brave boy.

Oh, you see,

you're going to have a ride in this car.

In this beautiful car. There. In you go.

Yes, yes, Duchess. So you're hungry.

Well, you'll have to wait

like everybody else.

There. Where do we go now?

- I think you've done quite enough.

- No, I'm not a bit tired.

Where to?

Tanks.

Coming from the direction of your hotel,

I'm afraid.

But I think you'll be all right.

The Germans will probably return you

all your things.

Do you believe

that after what I've seen tonight...

...I'll have any dealings

with those bastards?

- Don't you have to go in the mountains?

- Yes, but I can...

- Get in, then.

- Mrs. Millett, I must warn you.

If they ever caught you driving...

Don't waste time chattering.

Get in, I said. Get in.

- It's going very well, don't you think?

- Hey, hey.

I am quite capable myself.

There, my darling.

Oh, what a nasty, bumpy ride, huh?

They seem to like you, Mr. Davich.

I told you, I have connections,

Mrs. Millett.

Come and meet them.

Duchess? Duchess?

There you are. There.

This is Yanez,

the headman of our village.

- Mrs. Millett.

- Most honored.

I would not have been here but for her.

Remarkable driving.

Dear lady, I have not got good English...

...but we want to thank you

for bringing us back our Zoram.

I had no choice.

Would you see that Duchess

gets some food at once?

She likes a little chopped meat

and a few vegetables.

Yes, yes.

Most pretty little dog.

It's all right, she never bites.

Vera, Vera.

Do you think you could find me

some more suitable clothes?

Of course.

Thank you, Yanez.

I'm so sorry for this meal.

It's perfectly adequate.

Perfectly nourishing.

In fact, I've never enjoyed one more.

Can I drink that water?

Why, certainly.

I've marked here the route that will

take you back tomorrow to civilization.

Civilization? Where is that?

Wherever, I suppose,

there's an American consulate.

How many men

are you concentrating here?

We hope 200 in all,

mostly from nearby villages.

And you have already 57 now.

How did you get that information?

Well, I counted them.

How much transportation have you?

We have carts and bicycles...

Well, I mean motor transportation.

Have you gasoline?

Yes, enough to take you back

to the American consulate.

- Well, then, with four on the roof...

- Mrs. Millett.

And, well, eight inside,

and we can have two here.

- Well, small ones, I suppose.

- I cannot possibly allow you...

And then with you and me in front,

we can have some small ones too.

That would make 16 a trip.

Oh, Duchess, Duchess, my precious.

Has she been a good girl?

Oh, yes, yes. She only bites me once.

Oh, no, she never bites.

Oh, dear lady, I am sorry.

Your room is not yet empty.

I don't want anyone to move out

for my sake.

- I can sleep in the car.

- Oh, no, please, no.

It'd be perfectly all right.

It is very hard sometimes to find words

to say what is in one's heart.

Dear Mr. Davich, it's always impossible,

and therefore far better never to try.

You have a very generous spirit...

...and that is not the least I've found out

about you during the last 24 hours.

No sentimental gush, please.

No sentimental gush.

Well, now I intend to go to sleep.

And then at dawn,

we start out for those villages...

...and collect all your men.

And you can start winning your war.

So until then, good night.

We were...

We're behaving very foolishly,

both of us.

Is that so wrong?

Come on,

there's plenty of room for everybody.

Thank you.

Oh, Duchess. Duchess.

You see? There. I'm back.

How many trips have we made?

- Five or six?

- Six.

Just one more trip to go,

but I'm afraid it'll be the longest one.

Keep her inside until we come back.

Take good care of her, huh?

We'd better start at once.

Oh, I've clean forgotten.

There.

What does he want?

He says to please slow down...

...as they would rather like to live

to fight the invaders.

This is the first bit of straight road

that we've had all day.

Tell him that they are a bunch of...

What's that?

German fighter having a look.

He's turning to come back now.

Well, no question of going slow now.

I'd better turn off the road.

Are you all right?

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