Uncertain Glory Page #8

You can get anywhere

if you got enough money.

- Have we enough?

- No.

But I'll get it.

I've got a couple of friends in Paris.

But is it safe for us to go there?

No, maybe not.

I'll go alone.

I'll have the money

and I'll catch the first train back.

You wait for me here,

do you understand?

I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.

I'll be waiting.

- Until tomorrow.

- Until tomorrow.

I love you with all my heart.

With all your heart.

That's the way I want it to be always.

- Goodbye, Marianne.

- Goodbye.

Why didn't you telephone me, Marcel,

as you always do?

I was so worried, I couldn't sleep.

When Madame Dore ran upstairs

with newspaper and I read about it...

...I nearly fainted.

- lf only you...

- Please, dear, I don't feel like talking.

I'd like to be alone for a few minutes.

- Is there anything wrong?

- No, nothing wrong.

Of course.

You're thinking about the man

you had to kill.

- Yes.

- Well, it's a pity, of course.

But he was really no good

to anyone, was he?

Well, he might have been.

But you told me yourself before you left

that he was just another murderer.

Yes, that's true.

He was just another murderer.

Well, try to forget about him.

You did what you had to,

that's the main thing.

What time is it?

- Just 5:
00.

- Five?

Have you got something to do?

I don't know yet.

I have to think it over.

Please, darling,

leave me alone for a while.

Darling.

- Can't I help you in any way?

- No.

Nobody can help me to decide this.

What name shall I say, sir?

Dupont.

Jean Emile Dupont.

He's expecting me.

What's the matter?

Why, don't tell me you've forgotten me?

Jean.

You came back.

Of course.

Didn't you think I would?

Uh...

Where's this place

I'm supposed to give myself up?

Gestapo Headquarters, Hotel Rothshield.

Deadline's 9:
00, isn't it?

Yes, less than an hour.

Well, I'd better be getting along.

Maybe those Gestapo clocks are fast.

You want me to go with you?

Yes, would you?

There's something I want you to do for me.

No place in the world like Paris, is there?

No, Jean, no place.

Somehow it's always more beautiful

just before dark.

Uh...

There's a little village

called Chateau Lechet near Poitiers.

Yes, I know the place.

She'll be waiting there

tomorrow afternoon...

...at an old farmhouse

just south of the town.

It's called Bazac's place.

- The bus driver will know it.

- I'll be there.

What do you want me to tell her?

Tell her I...

You'll think of something.

Well...

...there it is.

There is only one thing

I would like to ask you, Jean.

What was it

that really brought you back?

Why, you wouldn't believe

anything I told you, would you?

I would now.

Well, I don't know.

I've thought about it all night

and I still don't know.

Maybe it was a look I saw

on Marianne's face as she lit a candle.

But there's more to it than that. It's...

Well, it's too many things

to have a name.

I suppose there's a time when any man...

...even a man like me,

can find something bigger than himself...

...for which he is ready to die.

Without question.

Almost... Almost happily.

Yes, Jean. I know.

What time do they shoot me? Tonight?

No.

Not before tomorrow.

Well, it's been a long road, Jean.

Hasn't it?

Yes, but you see

it's come to the right ending.

What is it?

Herr Major, this man claims to be

the saboteur of the Gartempe bridge.

What's that? The third in three days?

The fourth, Herr Major.

French capacity for magnificent gestures

has always bored me to extinction.

- What's your name?

- Dupont.

Jean Emile Dupont.

Mm-hm.

Well, my brave Dupont, it's very easy

to find out whether you are lying or not.

Your predecessors

have all been unable to answer...

...one small

but rather interesting question:

How would you manage to get past

our guards at both ends of the bridge?

Hmm?

You see?

You forgot to rehearse that one.

Now, get out. We are very busy.

I'd wait until 1:15 when a slow freight

going south crossed the bridge.

I'd be underneath that train.

Half way across I'd drop off...

...and plant a small but powerful time bomb

below the middle span.

I'd hide under the bridge until 3:17

when a northbound freight came by.

I'd swing aboard.

Get back past the same guards and drop off

about three kilometers north of the bridge.

Herr General.

The Gartempe bridge.

We have found the saboteur.

Where is Jean?

Is he coming later?

No, my dear.

Never?

He didn't want me to ask questions.

Who he is...

...or what he did.

Please tell me only one thing.

You were his friend and you will know.

What is he really like?

Deep in his heart?

He was a Frenchman.

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