Mother Night Page #2

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If a war comes, it's just gonna | have to get along without me.

Well, I wish ya | all the luck in the world, Howard.

The worse this Nazi thing gets...

the less anyone's | gonna sleep like a log.

Well, I don't know. | Maybe. We'll see.

That's right. We'll see.

That's why I don't expect | your final answer today.

If you go through with this, | it'll be strictly on your own...

working your way up with the Nazis | as high as you can go.

To do this right, you'll have to commit | nothing less than high treason.

Even if you do live through the war | without being caught...

your government will never | acknowledge your role as an agent.

We couldn't afford | the security breach.

You come lookin' for a pardon...

they'll deny | they ever heard of ya.

You'd be left hung out to dry.

You make it sound so attractive.

Oh, I have a feeling I've made it | sound very attractive to you, Howard.

- I've seen your plays. | - Really?

And what did you learn from them?

You're obsessed with the notion | of pure hearts and heroism.

You love good, | and you hate evil...

and you'd sacrifice anything | in the name of romance.

I'll be in touch.

It was every playwright's | secret dream...

to create the most challenging role | I could imagine...

and then play the part myself.

Cue theme music.

"Three Years Later"

"Good afternoon, | ladies and gentlemen.

This is Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

the last free American...

speaking to you from Berlin, Germany, | the heart of the free world.

There is a fine article | in the current Reader's Digest...

entitled | 'There Are No Atheists in Foxholes. '

Well, today I would like | to expand on this theme a little...

and tell you that even though | this is a war inspired by the Jews...

a war that only | the Jews can profit from...

you will find there are | no Jews in foxholes either.

Every G.I. Joe knows... "

Every Sunday afternoon | wherever my voice could be heard...

people stopped whatever they were | doing just to hear what I'd say next.

Even Berlin's chief of police | and his family were devoted listeners...

and not just because | they were my in-laws.

"Now, to the American folks | at home...

I want you to think of all the Jews | living in your neighborhood. "

It took me only a couple of hours | to write each speech...

after which I'd hand it over to | the propaganda ministry for their notes.

Among those who examined it | was another Allied agent...

whose identity never was | revealed to me.

"Do they have more | or less gasoline?"

My speech would be returned | with all sorts of notations...

including those left | by my fellow spy.

"To these questions... "

These markings would dictate | certain vocal mannerisms...

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