Eye of the Needle Page #2

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- Hitler's astrologer...

- Astrologer?

My God.

He believes... attack will be at Normandy.

All right.

I will reassess.

- I will signal in the usual way.

- No.

Absolutely no further radio contact.

You have to take photographs.

Deliver them personally to the Fhrer.

- Personally? Why?

- He says he trusts you.

- He wants to hear from your own mouth.

- Well, I'm flattered.

Admiral Canaris is sending a U-boat

to pick you up off the coast of Scotland.

That's nice.

Have you been carrying this around?

Yes. Why?

- Let's go.

- We'll get them both.

What's this?

Storm Island.

Two miles from the rendezvous.

- The U-boat will pick me up when?

- When you signal it.

From six in the evening

until six in the morning.

Six in the evening till six in the morning.

Beginning when?

A week from today,

and for a week after that.

And you.

How will you get out of England?

I'm supposed

to get to Liverpool somehow.

If they capture you and torture you?

- I have a suicide pill.

- Would you use it?

Of course. If necessary.

Jo asked me to say good night

to Daddy for him.

He loves you very much.

I love him.

But, darling, you don't show it.

You never tell him.

You never hold him.

Don't be afraid now that he's growing up.

Afraid of what?

What the hell have I got to be afraid of?

I'm going to go for walks with him,

aren't I?

And swim with him

and play football with him.

- David...

- I want him to be proud of me, don't I?

To grow up like his father,

a legless f***ing joke.

I suppose you and your mother

had a lovely time discussing me.

She's very concerned about you.

I don't need anyone's concern.

I can manage alone.

I can't.

David, I need you.

- I love you.

- Don't.

Please, don't.

I want to sleep.

For God's sake, let me sleep.

Thank you.

You haven't let this room to anybody

since the death of Mrs Garden?

No, sir. Not since Billy Parkin

lived here. He's in the army now.

I think I've seen everything I want to see.

Thank you very much.

Sergeant. Billy Parkin?

That's right, sir. Hello, sir.

What's this all about?

Murder.

I'll never forget

coming back from the pub.

And there she was.

Dead.

- That was the worst shock of my life.

- I'm sure.

Bloody Henry Faber.

My hero, he was.

Bastard.

Even wounded in the war.

Medals on his chest.

Anyway, what do you want me for?

These are photographs

of German military graduation classes.

Same year, different schools.

Take your time.

- I am looking for Faber, aren't I?

- Yes.

That's him.

That's him.

That's Faber to the life.

And look.

Admiral Wilhelm Canaris,

the head of German intelligence.

And right behind him,

his young student - the Needle.

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