Rogue Male Page #2

Clothes, gloves,

shaving title, if possible.

Old stuff... nothing

they can trace back to you

if I may... I'm caught.

There's money in my pocket, or should

be if you can get your hand in.

I can't, without... difficulty.

- English?

- Yes.

I won't tell you who I am or what I've done.

Is better you shouldn't know.

But I've shaken them off. I know that because

I've been holed up here for a couple of days...

I needed a bit of dwell; peace and quiet.

Sorry to spoil your sport...

I'll go get something. Im due back.

Hunting, shipping and fishing...

do rather tend to dominate things.

Good man!

I also brought some food.

Yes, I could certainly bit.

Drink. Brandy. Drink.

- You are Jew?

- Me?

Good heavens, certainly not. Jew?

Goodness, no!

Get changed.

You lie on the bottom of the boat.

I'll get you cross.

You speak amazing English!

I was three years a prisoner of war.

Were, really?

I was lucky.

I went to Kent.

Lovely spot.

- Not in January.

- No, no. On the nippy side then, I must say.

Where will you go from here?

- Yes... How far to the... mouth of the river?

I'm hoping with any luck I'll find a ship.

My problem is getting down river, of course.

Now, they're largely watching

the roads and so forth. But the river...

- I don't like the English.

- Now we... we can be an acquired taste...

Take the boat.

It is very brave.

If you're caught, I shall say you stole it.

I shall endorse... If I'm not?

If you're not, I shall tell my wife I sold it.

In that case... you'll buy a new one.

Yes.

I appreciate this, mein Herr.

- Scum!

- I'm sorry?

Those people.

You have about 50 miles to go. Go slowly.

Yes. Slowly does it. If I have some time.

There is a rope in the boat.

I hope you have some luck.

I shan't shake your hand because

my hands aren't really up to it.

I salute you.

You are a sportsman.

- Right. Two minutes for lot: that's what you say.

- And if I do it?

You get it by both. Otherwise,

I get it. That's the bet!

Whose two minutes, yours or mine?

Forgive me, but you sound you people

as though as you need a time keeper.

I said you was British!

Didn't I say he was British?

Soon as you came in, sir.

And I thought the same about

you two. Two minutes is the bet?

Gentleman's decision's final. Agreed?

- Agreed.

- Ready?

Go!

- Sail tonight?

- I am. He's not. Condition he will be will not allow...

- I'm going out with...

- Very nice.

- British ship?

- British troop.

Welsh Maid. Nr. 2 dock.

You can't miss it. Cleanest,

smartest bit of scrap in the harbour.

- How's the old man like?

- Like old men. No one likes him.

Old-school. Everything by the book.

Luckily, old Vaner is a bit more human.

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