The Spy Who Came in from the Cold Page #2

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Precisely.

Now it must also be subject-indexed

under "A" for "apparitions."

- Have you understood that?

- They told me the job pays 11.10 a week.

- Excuse me.

Yes, Mama.

Yes, Mama.

Would you like to share my sandwiches?

- Wouldn't dream of it.

- Something called "Savory Spread."

I still wouldn't dream of it.

- There isn't a caf for miles.

- Any pubs?

- Yes, but you can't get lunch in any of them.

- I'll be okay.

Thank you.

Bloody night, Mr. Patmore.

- Bloody dirty, Mr. Leamas.

- Loaf of bread.

And a tin of this corn beef.

Let me have some marmalade.

And a tin of tomato soup.

That'll be, uh, um,

four and six, sir.

Shove it on the bill, Mr. Patmore.

Sorry, Mr. Leamas.

I told you last week.

If you want a proper credit account...

you need a banker's reference.

You'll get your cash on Friday.

You can have the goods on Friday.

I've got a job.

Very well, sir.

- Miss Perry.

- Yes, Mr. Leamas?

Uh, Montague Summers', "The Werewolf,"

where would I,

Oh, under "metamorphoses."

It's, uh,

It's in the subsection on lycanthropy.

- On what?

- Lycanthropy.

A lycanthrope is a man

who's been transformed into a wolf.

Oh.

Seems popular.

Quite a lot of people have taken it out.

Oh, they're all little Mr. Beamish.

He takes it out about once a month.

At the full moon?

What do you do on payday, Alec?

Do?

Do you visit friends...

go to the cinema?

- No.

- Go out to dinner?

- No.

- Where do you eat then? At home?

I suppose so.

- Good night.

- Like to have dinner at my place?

I've got a bottle of wine

left over from Christmas.

Could I contribute half a bottle of scotch?

I keep one at home.

- For medicinal purposes.

- Ah.

- Oh.

Candles were new, weren't they?

They just hadn't been used before.

Come have a coffee and whisky.

Oh.

You know, Nan,

you really shouldn't have.

You know, whisky's very,

very expensive.

- Sugar?

- Two lumps.

Your fingers will be all right.

And no milk.

Is the, uh, soda medicinal too?

- You're very observant.

- Mmm, I've had to be.

- Why?

- Well, I was a scoutmaster.

I don't believe it.

You sometimes have the look of a dedicated

man, not to that particular cause.

- Me, dedicated?

- Well,

- What do you believe in?

Well, don't laugh. Tell me.

Well, I believe that a Number 11 bus

will get me to Hammersmith.

I do not believe it will be driven

by, uh, Father Christmas.

That's not a cause.

What would you like me to believe in?

Peter Pan? Or God?

Oh, no. Of course not.

I don't believe in God either.

Oh? What do you believe in?

Me?

History.

Partly. Partly freedom. Partly,

Oh, Nan.

Don't tell me you're a,

you're a bloody Communist.

Yes.

That's me.

Fighting for peace.

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