Torn Curtain Page #7

All I need is sponsor.

Will you help me?

Please?

You mean the East Germans

will be willing to let you go?

Oh, sure.

They don't need an old woman like me.

They let me go if America take me.

But America don't take me

without... sponsor.

Michael, why don't we?

If we help her...

- Come on.

- Alright.

Yeah?

You will be my sponsors?

Good.

Oh, thank you, my dear.

I knew you were my friend.

Now, I will give you my address.

You give me... yours.

Oh, good!

Oh, good! Wondefrul!

In celebration, I'll pay for the liquid.

Now, I help you.

I'll take you to Friedrichstrasse post office.

How is the name? Who do we want?

The name's Albert.

Bitte. Bitte.

Albert?

Albert? Ja. Ja.

Herr Albert.

Herr Albert?

Bitte Schn.

Herr Albert?

Ja. Ja.

Herr Albert?

What does it say?

It's a travel agency you have to go to.

Michael!

- Come on!

- Halt!

They are my sponsors!

My sponsor.

My sponsor...

for United States of America.

It must be on the other side of the street.

Hold it.

Well, there's our travel agency.

Come on.

You picked a bad time to call, Professor.

We had company.

- It's alright, Sarah. This is -

- I'm nobody, ma'am.

Just city folk out taking a stroll.

Judging by what happened over there,

we should be on the run ourselves.

But we thought we'd better

hang around until you turned up.

Was it a raid?

Our little organisation is used to this.

We'll just have to set up shop someplace else.

So, you got away from the bus alright?

Yeah, but we heard firing. Was anybody hurt?

Hardly a soul. They scattered too well.

One little flesh wound, that's all.

That's a pretty good bunch you got there.

What about the bus?

That we don't have anymore.

Michael, that's one piece of business

we must attend to

as soon as we get back -

if we get back alright.

Thanks.

Now, we don't have much time,

so listen what the man says.

We're sending you out by sea

on an East German boat

in the costume baskets

of a Czech ballet company.

It gives its last pefrormance

tonight and goes to Sweden.

Remember, the boat is East German.

You won't be safe until you're ashore.

8:
00 sharp, I will bring you to the theatre.

You will take your seats one minute

after the house lights go down.

At first intermissin,

you'll be taken

through the pass door backstage

by the baggage master of the company.

He will know you

because he has your seat numbers.

Is he one of your men?

No, but he wants to defect too,

so we're going to give him a little help.

Here it is.

You'll recognise him.

He has red hair which is not his own,

and his name is Hugo,

but don't give him that money

until after you've landed.

Listen, if we don't get

a chance to see you again -

You won't, mister.

From the time you reach that

theatre tonight, you're on your own.

Shall we go?

- When the - Oh, my God.

- What?

- It's Gerhard.

- Where?

Back that way.

Fire!

Michael!

Michael!

Nein. Nein.

Good luck.

Professor Armstrong...

Swing the crane over here. Over here!

- We're Americans.

- Oh, welcome to Sweden.

Is there someplace we can dry out?

We have passports and money.

Come to our office.

We always keep a whole stack

of blankets for refugees.

But why were they shooting at the baskets?

Thought we were inside them.

Could you ask him why he made

the last-minute switch?

He said he heard the ballerina describing how

they caught refugees in costume

baskets on a previous trip.

He got scared this time because

she was watching too closely.

Say, say, hello. Hello!

Oh, Michael.

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