Three Comrades Page #2

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milk on Erich's birthday.

So its your birthday? How old are you?

Old enough.

One of the nicer ages?

Which is the nicest?

Well...

your age I think

Yes, just about your age.

Think Herr.Breuer can drive

alright? -Oh, I think so.

If you're not quite sure, one

of us could go with you, gladly.

No it's alright. He drives

the same, drunk or sober!

May I call in the morning

to see you got home alright?

If you like.

It's really our fault, you

know with all my birthday rum!

I wonder what she sees in that swine!

Wonderful girl huh?

Yeah, she's alright.

Alright?

You know Erich, I think you must

have recieved a serious head wound

that you never reported!

She's such a tiny thing though.

Looks like she could be blown away!

Must be nice to remember your birthday.

When was yours Gottfried?

March.

Er, no. April, it used to be.

You know Erich

Something ought to be done about that girl

What girl?

What girl? The one with

Breuer. What's her name?

Pat what?

Ah well. How should I know?

Maybe she's only got one name.

Well you wrote down her address

on a matchbox. I saw you.

So do I. Matches were all used up.

You mean, you threw it away? -Yup.

Do you realise what you threw away?

And after Otto and I sat listening for an

hour to that Breuer so that you could move in.

Maybe Otto knows it.

No he doesn't. I mean er... maybe he does.

I should've known you wouldn't

have enough brains to appreciate her

Did you see those eyes?

Of course not.

Because you were looking at

yourself through a glass of rum!

Very high class rum too.

And her hands.

Long and slender.

Like Romain salad.

Otto and I appreciate such things.

You should travel Erich,

you've never been anywhere.

Germans don't understand love.

I'm really a Latin, that's what Pat's got.

The soul of a South American.

If you like South America so much,

why did you come back after 3 months?

Because I've got the soul of a German.

Think I'm going to get myself a drink.

Hello? -Er..hello, this is that man.

What man? -the man you met the other night.

I've met lots of men on lots of other nights.

-I don't exactly know how to describe myself.

I was one of the men that beat you.

-Really you must have the wrong woman.

In our car I mean. -Oh, of course

you were the one who was so upset

about the state of the nation.

No

No? Well, you must be the one

who sang with Herr Breuer. -No,

Was there another?

Of course, I remember you.

I was just wondering if you

got home alright. Did you?

I'm quite sure I did.

That's fine.

Well, goodbye.

Did you call me up just to say that?

No,

We just weren't very busy.

Well, oddly enough, I'll be

busy next Tuesday evening.

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