Wodehouse in Exile Page #5
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to your American readers, Plum!
Well... there's a fellow
Englishman speaking.
I'm sorry about this, Plum.
I really am.
You are not to worry about it.
It'll all blow over.
We can talk about the other
broadcasts when you feel calmer.
When can I see Ethel again?
I'll get her to Berlin. I promise.
We have the English and American
papers, Mrs Wodehouse, if you like.
Du bist ein sweetheart.
Oh, my God! The idiot!
How many hours before
we reach Berlin?
I am afraid it is a matter
of days, Mrs Wodehouse.
Accelerate! I am sorry?
More speed. Faster. Schnell.
Hurry. Quick. Chop-chop. Pacey-pacey.
Do I make myself clear?
The Press and public in England
seem to have jumped to
the conclusion that
I have in some way been bribed or
intimidated into making
these broadcasts.
This is not the case.
I did not "make a bargain"
as they put it
and buy my release by agreeing to
speak on the radio.
I was released because I am 60 years
old, or shall be in October.
The fact that I was free
before that date was due to
the efforts of my friends.
which is why
I am continuing with these talks.
I have to stop my husband, you see,
from making a fool of himself.
Do you have a wife?
I do.
Does she stop you from making
a fool of yourself?
She does, Mrs Wodehouse.
Well, there you are then.
Plus de vitesse. Onward and upward.
Maximum velocity, old bean.
People began to experiment
with foods.
One man used to save
some of his soup at midday,
add jam and eat the result cold
in the evening.
I myself got rather fond
of wooden matchsticks.
You chew them into a pulp
Wait there!
The morale of the men at Tost
was wonderful.
I never met a more cheerful crowd
and I loved them like brothers.
With this, I bring to an end
the story of my adventures
as British Civilian Prisoner
number 796,
and before concluding,
I should like to thank all
the kind people in America who wrote
me letters when I was in camp.
Nobody who has not been in a prison
camp can realise what letters,
especially letters like those I
received, can mean to an internee.
That's it!
Oh, my God! It's the Colonel!
I think she's cross about something.
Probably about me.
She often is.
such creatures in it. Eh, Werner?
What on earth are you thinking
of, Werner?
What shocking mess
have you got him into?
How could you be so bloody stupid?
I find it all too easy
to be stupid, I'm afraid.
Oh, don't give me that line again.
Try it on the rest of the world,
Plummie. I know you.
I'm in love with you for some
peculiar reason
and you are not stupid.
You are a very clever man who is
pretending to be stupid
for some mysterious reason of his
own, which I have never understood.
You can never resist it, can you?
The chance to amuse.
You are what that awful bloody
Irishman called you,
"English literature's
performing flea."
I shall use it as the title
of my autobiography.
Oh shut up, Plummie, for God's sake!
Shut up, can't you?
Stop it.
And now it seems Dr Goebbels is
beaming your talks over to Britain.
They've used you, Plummie.
You've been made a fool of.
You passed up a damned good chance
of keeping your mouth shut,
didn't you?
Do you think Werner used me, then?
Is he Gestapo, do you think?
Oh, for God's sake.
He's a survivor, that's all.
Like me.
I'm sure he does
what the Fuhrer orders.
He amuses me. Which is more than
you do at the moment.
I am so sorry.
I'm so terribly sorry.
We could get back to England.
Through Portugal or something.
And I could explain to... to...
To who? Winston Churchill?
King George VI?
I think you may be a fool, actually.
All you're good for is making
stupid jokes and...
Don't look like that. Please.
Don't look like that.
Like what?
Like a dog I've just kicked.
Oh, I could never kick a dog.
It wouldn't be right.
Oh, for God's sake!
I brought your novel. The Jeeves one
you started in Le Touquet.
Oh, you goof!
Am I intruding?
Not at all, Werner.
We should take you out of Berlin.
To the Harz mountains perhaps.
Is there much nightlife
in the Harz mountains, Werner?
Wine, women and song for me.
And I'll be the woman,
if that's all right!
Excuse me. Do I disturb?
Er...
I am anxious to make interview
with Mr PG Wodehouse. Oh.
I'm afraid I'm not talking
to anyone.
I'm just... holed up in this hotel,
trying to write my novel
and waiting for the war to be over.
I admire your work and... Sorry.
I don't talk to people any more.
It isn't safe.
You see that ghastly little man
over there?
That's Lord Haw-Haw. "Chairmany
calling. Chairmany calling."
He really is a fascist.
Werner looks after him, too.
When we win,
they will hang him as a traitor.
And hang me as an aperitif, perhaps?
Plum, please.
I am not afraid, Ethel.
I may have been naive, but I do not
think I have acted as a traitor.
And I hope you do not
believe that is the case, either.
You know I do not. Good.
We have to get out of this
awful place.
Get your friend Werner to get us
out of here. To Paris.
The bombing's getting worse.
And what will we do in Paris?
We will face it out, Ethel.
That is what we will do.
That camp toughened you up,
didn't it?
Maybe it was the camp.
Or maybe it was you.
You are every bit as hard work
as the average concentration
camp guard. Oh, Plum!
God.
You still here?
I was going to say
the same thing to you.
In fact, I am leaving for Paris.
Nice. Escape. Nice.
Looks like our friends are
going to lose this war.
The Germans are not my friends,
Mackintosh.
We both did all right out of them,
didn't we?
Why did they let you out,
Mackintosh?
Told you. Because I'm 60. Are you?
I did some work for them.
That was all.
Nothing funny about that.
So did you, didn't you?
All I did was...
You're just as bad as me.
Don't pretend you're any different.
You're just the same as me. Am I?
Don't try and tell me you didn't know
why they let you out.
I didn't. I didn't have a clue.
Famous writer. Full of jolly jokes.
Not like poor little me.
But don't try
and pretend you're any different.
They'll find you out, Wodehouse.
You'll see.
You'll see.
Your pals in camp didn't like me.
Thought I was a bit puff, probably.
Not a regular chap.
But you were kind to me.
Takes one to know one.
Well, I do try to be nice to
people, Mackintosh.
It's a bit of a rule with me.
The world is a lot more complicated
than you imagine it to be.
Old bean.
Where did Plack get us into?
Some hotel.
The Bristol, I think it's called.
You always liked Werner, didn't you?
He was always your sort of chap.
What are you suggesting?
Nothing.
Well...
Well what?
Ask a Nazi to book you an hotel,
you get a Nazi hotel.
I notice it hasn't stopped you
eating the food.
Fair comment.
I don't find Werner in the least
attractive. He just amuses me.
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