The Hindenburg Page #2

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at the chancellery.

I refused to name the

Hindenburg after the Fuhrer.

Captain Pruss, the new commander,

is an excellent airshipman.

We trained him.

Don't embarrass yourself

by requesting me, Colonel.

They won't allow it,

and I prefer to leave it that way.

It's all arranged.

I'll see you at the airfield Monday.

Give me a break. Give me a break.

These stupid S.S. men crawling

through our ship morning till night...

with dirt on their shoes.

If we hid an elephant in the lounge,

they couldn't find it.

They weren't looking for an elephant.

Did you see Karl

when the S.S. dog barked?

He jumped ten feet, and the dog

bit him in the brains... here!

Better than being bitten by the S.S.

You should've refused

to go on that whale.

The crew might think I'm a Jonah.

I can't bear it.

Alfred, then Spain, now this.

We aren't far from Switzerland, Franz.

- I was walking along the river today and...

- No.

But you hate what you're doing now.

What would you have me

tell them in Switzerland?

That yesterday I was a colonel

in the German Air Force?

No. It'd be different if we were

Jews or pacifists, or even Communists.

- Uncle Gustaf is in Geneva.

- I can't.

I'd be a deserter.

Listen to me, Eleanore.

I spoke to Erwin.

He says he'll try to

get my old group back.

We could live in the south,

far from Berlin.

Poor Franz.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

The winner!

You'll be drunk, Karl!

We'll be dry for two days

on board, woman.

Please, Karl. Not tonight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Behave yourselves. You act like Gypsies.

Good night. Good night.

Stewardess, we're going to bed.

We'll ring if we need anything.

Excuse me. Excuse me. I beg your pardon.

I'm just a poor Gypsy.

That Freda Halle.

She's a loose woman.

They say she works for foreigners.

Some French bank in Frankfurt.

We should report it, Frau Knorr.

Look, it's women's gossip.

I mean, we're all loyal Germans.

Besides, that Karl is no fool.

Enough now.

I drink to the one I love.

The Hindenburg.

That song is going to make me sick.

Charlie! Yoo-hoo! We're over here!

It has wrecked more men,

blasted more lives...

and dishonored more ladies...

than any other scourge on this earth.

I wish you'd forget this zeppelin crap

and come on over to the coronation.

Quaky's rented a duke's palace

outside London.

Not for us, Hattie.

Reed's finished the score on his new show.

- Rehearsals start the 12th.

- We couldn't possibly.

Besides, British quarantine

won't let Heidi into the country.

You should've had children

instead of dogs.

The evil spell's been lifted.

Bess is pregnant.

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