Dangerous Moonlight Page #2

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stick to my music.

You know, you really should.

You're darn good.

Why don't you try

and give a concert?

That's a good idea.

Perhaps I will one day.

Please don't go.

Not after the love

you've just given me.

Please.

PLANES APPROACH:

MUSIC ON RADIO:
"Polonaise No.1"

by Frederic Chopin

Found it yet?

I think so, in Romania.

That's where you're to go.

You mean me, sir?

There'll be four of you altogether.

Two I know,

the others will draw for it.

Who's the other one?

Radetzky. The other men want me

to get him away. You go with him.

Radetzky should go,

but I don't see why I should.

I'm no great pianist,

as far as I know.

You're not being sent away for that,

don't you worry.

I'd still rather

take my chances here.

I've got your orders.

That's all.

Besides, there'll be enough misery

in Poland before long.

Without you adding to it.

You can be sure of that.

I'm sorry for being difficult.

Here are all your instructions.

Land in Romania. One day

we'll use the planes again.

I'll try.

You look after things,

he's not very practical.

My own mother wouldn't call me

practical, but I'll try.

And try not to look so depressed.

We're grateful to you,

even if we don't say so.

"Polonaise No.1"

I won't waste your time.

You know why we are here.

While that music goes on,

Warsaw still holds out.

But at midday, it will stop.

The Mayor has asked for a truce.

Before then, however,

two squadrons of bombers

will pay a last call

on the headquarters of

the German Third Army.

Each plane has enough petrol

to get there.

Like this, twice as many can go.

I shall want 23 volunteers

to accompany me.

No married men,

because it's a one-way journey.

Those who will come with me,

take one step forward.

Stupid children.

But I might have guessed.

Roshinsky, you're married,

aren't you?

"Polonaise No.1"

And you, Hapner?

And you, Piazesetsky.

I know you are married.

I was afraid of that.

So I wrote out some numbers

for you to draw.

There are also four men needed

to take the new planes to Romania.

Now, all of you draw a slip

and go over to Topolski.

He'll tell you if you've won a prize.

"Polonaise No.1"

You stay.

Bomber.

Bomber.

Romania.

You stay.

Bomber.

Romania.

You stay.

You for Romania as well?

Mm-hmm.

I'm Mike Carroll.

You the pianist fellow?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Better get our things ready

and get out of here.

They'll be here in a few hours.

"Polonaise No.1"

We'll never keep together.

I'll meet you at the consulate.

Keep south-east.

Can you manage it?

I think so.

I wish I was sure of the rest.

I don't want to be interned.

I won't be. I'm a neutral, I hope.

Why are you here?

Irish, the last of the Wild Geese.

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