The Counterfeit Traitor Page #2

people don't have to love each other.

My job is information, and in order

to get it, I will deal with thieves, liars,

procurers, traitors,

sluts, the lot.

I don't care if you're Goebbels'

half brother or if you sell heroin.

You just bring back the information,

and we'll get along splendidly.

Let's leave it that way.

Tell them you got me in a vise and

I'm going along to save my business.

Good.

We'll see you after this trip, then we

decide where we go from there.

Any questions?

No.

Yes, one.

How does a person

get to be so cold-blooded?

Watching German planes bomb

London helps enormously.

Well, what do you think?

How do we know he won't go

to German legation and tell them?

We don't.

It'd be a perfect spot

for high-class double-dealing.

That's why I wanted that recording.

If he tries to work

both sides of the street,

you can have that fall into the hands

of the Swedish Security Police.

Now I can eat in comfort.

The next day, I flew

to Berlin to see the baron.

I'd been there many times

since the war began,

but this trip was different.

Now that I had something to hide,

I felt every passenger staring at me,

that every gun

was trained on me,

and every man in uniform

was suspicious.

The baron was there

to meet me.

After dropping my bag at the hotel,

he took me to dinner at Wannsee.

You can expect to hear that your

imports will be cut even more.

Baron von Oldenbourg?

Frau Mllendorf.

A pleasant surprise.

How nice

to see you again.

May I present an old

and dear friend, Eric Erickson.

- How do you do?

- Are you alone? Will you join us?

No, I'm meeting

General Bacher and his wife.

- But I seem to be a few minutes early.

- Then please wait here.

- May I offer you some sherry or...?

- No. No, thank you.

Erickson?

You must be Swedish.

Yes. From Stockholm.

I just arrived.

And will you be with us long?

Afraid I have to leave

tomorrow morning.

Oh, that's a pity. Just now

when the weather's so good.

I wish I could say

the same for my business.

I have just had the unpleasant

task of telling Mr. Erickson

that our petroleum exports

are going to have to be reduced.

Oh, but I'm certain

that's only temporary.

The moment the Russians

are whipped, and that can't be long,

the fhrer will be generous

with Sweden again.

Would you mind coming to Stockholm

and telling my investors that?

But surely, your countrymen

are more than willing

to make such a small

sacrifice to beat Russia.

After all, she's been your enemy

as well as ours for a long...

Oh, here they are.

Sorry to have interrupted

your little business conversation.

Not at all. It's the most pleasant

moment I've had since I arrived.

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