Me and the Colonel Page #5

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in the opposite direction.

- Less and less I like this Jacobowsky.

- You see? You irritate him.

- Sorry, Sister. Are you all right?

- Hurry, Sister.

Excuse me, Sister.

You are going south, aren't you?

Well, of course. The Germans are only

50 kilometres from here.

Szabuniewicz, tell me something.

Is he crazy or am I crazy?

- We go first to pick up a lady.

- Lady? What kind of a lady?

- Lady love.

- At a time like this?

For Colonel, any time good for romance.

Tadaeusz!

He's here. I knew he would come.

- Darling!

- I am not darling.

Too bad. I wish I were.

With the least encouragement, I could be.

Meantime, I am Major Von Bergen.

- And extremely hungry.

- The restaurant is closed.

Then I suggest you re-open.

Our troops will soon be here

as occupying forces.

And I assure you that the officers at least,

like myself,

have a deep appreciation of French cooking.

It would be to your advantage

to entertain them.

Won't you invite me in?

- Yes, just as he described it, exactly.

- Who?

My father. He had several meals here when

he visited France in the First World War.

The way he described the cooking

was enough to make my mouth water.

If you Germans didn't devote yourself

so exclusively to fighting,

you could come as civilians

and enjoy what we have to offer.

I should prefer that myself.

But with us, militarism is a way of life.

We keep on fighting, even when we know

that we are going to lose.

- Well, you have almost won this time.

- But, my dear, we always almost win.

I tell you what, as soon as

you have lost this war, come back

and I'll give you a gala dinner.

I'm afraid I can't wait that long.

Why don't you bring some wine?

And then we can discuss

the rest of the menu.

This is too much.

Using our last drop of precious gasoline.

And why? To get behind the German lines!

The Polish government

will pay you for your gasoline.

Szabuniewicz, child, write down everything

we owe this tradesman.

In my head is written.

Write down also in your head

that the Polish government owes me

for one heart in very weak condition,

one wrecked nervous system, and if the

Germans catch me, one entire Jacobowsky.

Please, need help.

What do you think will happen to you

if we fall into German hands?

I do not think. I act.

Gun, I shoot. Woman, I love.

Honour, I defend.

A figure from the Middle Ages,

as sure as the world is round.

- Who says that?

- Who says what?

- That the world is round?

- I don't insist.

There is no doubt, Colonel,

that you have one of the finest minds

of the 12th century.

Unfortunately, I live in the 20th.

Smells heavenly.

Not in the least like my mother's cooking.

You seem nervous.

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