The Man Between

and go home?

- Darling, I am sorry.

- Oh, it will be alright.

Shall we all go?

Oh, no, it's Susanne's

first night in Berlin...

and you've only seen part of the show.

- Bettina, I don't mind.

- No, of course she doesn't. Herr Ober!

She's probably tired

after the journey, anyway.

I'll take a cab and you can stay!

Martin works so hard;

he hardly ever has an evening off.

Nonsense, darling!

We'd much rather go, really.

Really, we needn't all go.

Susanne.

- Would you like to walk for a bit?

- No, thank you, it's better already.

I think nightclub air must be the same

all over the world.

They probably bottle it and ship it from

country to country.

What was that, a race or a chase?

No, more like a chase.

It looks as if they're heading for

the Tiergartenstrasse.

They'll be there in a moment;

then over the frontier, poor devil.

They've picked up someone over here

who's wanted in the East.

Oh, Martin, Martin, please!

You don't know what happened.

How do you know that?

Sorry, darling, I was just telling

Susanne that sometimes people--

Alright, alright! Don't go on.

I'll go and get the car.

Things like that don't happen everyday.

You'll be bored with Berlin

before you leave. You'll see.

Oh, it's you, Bettina.

Susanne.

What are you doing?

I heard a sort of noise... outside.

Nonsense! You are tired.

Probably over-tired.

I thought I heard something.

Of course, I should have

told you about it.

It's the owl on the ruins of the

Italian Embassy across the street.

- The sound came from the street,

didn't it? - Mhm-hm.

Aren't you cold, dear?

I shall get you another blanket.

I'm sorry you were disturbed.

- Shall I close the window?

- No, I like it open.

I couldn't sleep, and then I started

to worry about the front door.

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