Top Secret Page #3

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in a tampon factory.

Right away.

- Von Horst!

- Ja, mein General.

The government wishes to avoid

an international incident.

Mr Rivers must perform

his concert tonight.

He is to be executed this very minute.

- It'll have to wait. Call them at once.

- Ja, mein General.

Those bikes!

That is no excuse!

Search the road again!

They're in the Eastern sector.

I want the whole area sealed off!

There's a used book store

somewhere around here.

The owner is a member of the Resistance.

- If we can find him...

- Resistance? Wait a minute.

Don't you think it's about time

you told what this is all about?

I'm sorry, I guess I do owe

you an explanation.

Only a year ago I was teaching

a course in black history

at the University of Blaupunkt.

One night, I came home to find my father

had been arrested by the Secret Police.

I've been trying to find him ever since.

Wait a minute. That's Dr Flammond.

I saw him yesterday in Flurgendorf Prison.

Flurgendorf Prison? Is he all right?

- He looks fine.

- Thank God, he's safe.

We must get this information

to the Resistance.

- Maybe they can help us.

- Let's go.

There it is.

It's a Swedish book store.

May I help you?

My father is Dr. Paul Flammond

I'm sorry. I don't know a Dr. Flammond.

He told me you may have a book of

Swedish poems by Von Brieson.

So you are Hillary Flammond!

What can I do for you?

We must speak with "The Torch".

That will be very difficult.

But I will try to arrange it.

Can we leave tonight?

It is too dangerous to travel at night.

You will be taken in the morning

to a potato farm.

Where can we stay tonight?

There is a loft upstairs.

You can use that fire pole.

That's OK. Don't feel bad.

It happens to lots of men the first time.

Just relax. I'll pour you a drink.

We can always try again

in a couple of hours,

she said, as she laid down beside him

and caressed his chest.

Can you believe they print this trash?

Don't worry about it. You were going

to tell me something about your childhood.

When I was a young girl,

my uncle took me on a tropical cruise.

But there was a terrible storm

and the boat sank.

I managed to swim to a deserted island

with a young boy, named Nigel.

Together we had to learn to survive.

Fortunately the ocean provided its bounty,

which Nigel would catch every day.

Later, I would forage inland

for fruit and vegetables

from the endless varieties

of trees and bushes all over the island.

We busied ourselves chopping palm

fronds and lacing them to bamboo

with dried seaweed and snot.

This not only provided us

with a safe haven from the rain.

but sheltered us

from the relentless Santa Ana winds

which would periodically

ravage the island.

The years passed and as we grew up,

we began to notice

strange new feelings awakening in us.

There was no one around to explain this.

We had to learn by ourselves.

Then one day he went fishing.

That was the last I ever saw of Nigel.

I spent months by myself on that island,

until I was finally rescued

by a passing ship.

I'll never forget my feeling of relief.

You can't imagine what it's like

to be separated from your family

at such a young age.

I think I can.

When I was about six years old,

my momma took me to the city.

We went to one of those big old

department stores, and I got lost.

They tried to page her,

but the PA system was on the fritz.

I never saw my momma again.

Some people

from the cosmetics department

fed me a bowl of soup and some bread.

Days stretched into weeks.

One February they got jammed up

during the semi-annual

Lincoln's birthday sale.

They asked me to help out

in Pre-Teen Maternity.

Then one day I overheard

a conversation in personnel

about them needing a new jingle

for their radio ad.

So I picked up my guitar

and I wrote down a tune

that had been mulling and creeping

and crawling around in my head.

It went something like this.

Oh, Nick.

All right, this is it.

I must leave you here.

Go now, quickly.

- Is he all right?

- He caught a cold the other day.

He's just a little hoarse.

Giddy-up, Mario.

- Yes?

- Is this the potato farm?

Yes, I am Albert Potato. Who are you?

We were sent by Sven Jorgensen.

Come this way.

- What do you want?

- We wanna see "The Torch".

No one is allowed to see "The Torch".

But we have important information about

my father, Dr Paul Flammond.

We shall see.

- Nigel!

- Hillary!

It is you. My darling, Hillary.

If only you knew how I've yearned

for this day to come.

Sleepless nights, lonely hours,

hoping, praying that once more

I would gaze

into your ravishing brown eyes.

Who is this I should thank

for bringing you back to me?

This is Nick.

Nick Rivers, he's a friend.

Forgive us, Mr Rivers,

if we have been less than hospitable.

Recently we've had reason to believe

there is a traitor in the Resistance.

Du Quois,

introduce the American to the men.

Very well.

This is Chevalier, Montage, Detente,

Avant Garde, and Deja Vu.

Have we not met before, Monsieur?

I don't think so.

Over there...

Croissant, Souffle, Escargot,

and Chocolate Mousse.

Now, Mr Rivers,

what is the news that you bring us?

I've seen Dr Flammond

in Flurgendorf prison.

He told me the Polaris mine

will be ready on Sunday.

Sacrebleu.

We'll have to move out tonight.

I'll be back in a moment, my darling.

Prepare the gear for the jump.

Cordon bleu. Zut!

- I want to explain.

- What's to explain?

I'm not the first guy who fell in love

with a girl he met in a restaurant,

who turned out to be the daughter

of a kidnapped scientist,

to lose her to her childhood lover

she'd last seen on a deserted island

who, 1 5 years later, is the leader

of the French underground.

It all sounds like some bad movie.

Forget it. It'll be better for everyone

if we just forget what's happened.

We've arranged for your safe

transportation across the border tonight.

It's the least we can do

to show our gratitude.

Come, my darling, let me show you

what I've done to the fallout shelter.

Do not take it so hard, Nick.

Life is filled with its little miseries.

Each of us, in his own way,

must learn to deal with adversity

in a mature and adult fashion.

- Mind if I have a swig of this?

- Go right ahead.

- What the hell is this stuff?

- Gasoline.

Don't worry, my darling.

I'm sure your friend will get over it.

He seems a good chap, really.

How wonderful you've returned to me,

when I desperately need you

by my side, to fight for the cause...

- Our cause.

- Oh, Nigel, I am proud of you.

But I'm so confused.

All these years I thought you were dead.

And by all rights I should be.

I floated at sea for days,

nearly unconscious.

Then as luck would have it,

I was picked up by a passing freighter.

I tried to get them to save you too.

It was a foreign ship

and they didn't understand English.

I yelled and screamed, but it only

seemed to excite them all the more.

They took advantage of me

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