Escape to Athena Page #2

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Now, look, er... You forget I said that.

Achtung, Gefreiter Mller,

das Licht in Baracke B ausschalten.

- Who is it?

- Otto Hecht.

- Do I know you?

- I am the commandant.

Sorry.

I have a tough time with names

but I never forget a face.

Well, my dear Miss Delmar,

I see you adapt quickly

to new situations.

Everything in its proper place.

Oh, I always like to make things homey...

...travelling a lot, the way we do.

We?

You and Charlie?

No, no. We. We in show business.

Charlie and I just met

on this aquacade gig.

Aquacade? That is an American

word I am not knowing.

It's, er... It's sort of like

a wet Busby Berkeley routine.

Only it gives the farmers a chance

to see a lot of floating b*obs.

B*obs?

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

- Please.

- Oh, no, go ahead.

- Why don't we, er, drink to something?

- All right.

Like, er...

Like peace for the world.

- Prost.

- Cheers.

Say, what's gonna happen to us?

To you... nothing.

I'm not so sure about

your Jewish friend.

How do you know he's Jewish?

In the Third Reich, they assume

everyone is Jewish...

...unless proven otherwise.

You have, erm... nice thighs.

Thanks.

I would like to, er...

So what's stopping you?

I anticipate that you might.

I may look dumb, but I'm not stupid.

Something wrong?

You are not responding.

Honey, you said you wanted to...

...I didn't say I did.

Well, I, er... do think

that under the circumstances...

...you might cultivate a... little warmth.

Good night.

Aren't you going to take your wine back?

That would not be

the act of a gentleman.

And blackmail is, huh?

Only if it succeeds.

Good night.

- Where's the tunnel, Professor?

- What?

Come on, someone's always digging

a tunnel for escape.

- Not here.

- That's a relief.

It's not such a terrible spot

to sit out the war.

No, and our Austrian commandant

feels the same way.

- What is it?

- That's about 200 BC,

it's a miniature of some household god.

Probably off a lady's bedside table.

How do you know that?

I come from a long line

of archaeologists.

You see, when the sun never set

on the Empire, we looted with impunity.

Treasure from Egypt, porcelain

from Peking, golden masks from Persia.

- Isn't that Hecht's racket?

- Oh, our commandant?

He used to be a dishonest

art dealer in Vienna...

...so he has to be more careful.

The ordinary finds do go to Berlin...

...but anything of real value

goes to his sister in Switzerland.

What else?

This looks like one you found yesterday.

Ha, yes, how clever of you.

They were made in sets of two,

husband and wife.

How come everything

is under the camp?

This was one beautiful

temple of Neptune...

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