'Pimpernel' Smith

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- Have you got it?

- I think so, yes, I think so.

Weber, my notebook.

- What's the matter?

- I thought I heard someone outside.

- He's always hearing things

since he got that message.

- What message?

- A message I do not quite understand.

- From whom?

- That's just it, I don't know.

- But you think it's from this

mysterious rescuer, huh?

- I believe it came from him, yes.

I believe I shall be got safely away.

I wouldn't be the first, you know.

- And you'll go on with

your work somewhere else,

out of reach of the Nazis?

- Of course.

- You've always refused to

work for them, haven't you?

- I would sooner die.

My business is to cure, not to kill.

Weber, you say you gave the last

injection at 4 o'clock?

- Yes.

Greatly increased resistance.

They were definitely better.

Seems to be working.

There is a man outside.

He told me to give you this note.

- Let me read it.

- Thank you.

- The mind of man is bounded

only by the universe?

What's that mean?

- I knew it.

Weber, get my hat and coat, quickly.

And bring my suitcase.

Notebook.

- Please be careful, please be careful.

- What have I to lose?

- Good luck, my friend.

In my newspaper, Freedom,

I shall tell proudly

of a German whose brains

could not be bought.

- Thank you.

But I should not advise you to.

- Oh, I am quite safe, I am a Pole.

My country is not at war.

Yet.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- And Weber, see that they get better.

I am ready.

- Hurry, hurry.

- I think he will be all right.

- Dr. Benckendorf?

- He has gone away.

- That car that just left, follow it.

- You are wasting your time.

- Sidimir Koslowski, isn't it?

Our time isn't entirely wasted.

You saved us a journey.

Inside.

- Get this, it's hot, another big escape,

Justin Prolov.

- Now, hold it, now hold it--

- No, no nobody knows he who he is.

- Gentlemen, please, gentlemen.

The Minister of Propaganda instructs me

to inform all foreign correspondents

that rumors of a mysterious personage

helping enemies of the

state to escape from Germany

are without foundation.

We can assure you there

have been no such escapes.

And there is no such rescuer.

Furthermore, in Nazi

Germany, no one can hope

to be saved by anybody!

- Jordan!

Jordan.

- Yes, sir?

- Jordan, you are nothing

better than a vandal.

A Goth, a spiritual

descendant of the Huns,

whose primary object was

the desecration of beauty.

- I wouldn't know what you mean, sir.

Not without a dictionary.

- Yours is the unique privilege

of looking after the

fairest goddess of them all.

The one sublime woman.

But how do you treat her?

Look, man.

Look.

- Sorry, sir.

As a matter of fact, I'm very

fond of Aphrodite, very fond.

But there's so many of 'em.

- So many of 'em?

- Well, in a manner of

speaking, there are,

aren't there, sir?

- There's only one woman like this.

Look at the symmetry, look

at the grace, look at,

look at the dust, Jordan.

- Sorry, sir,

I'll go and get my feather

duster right away, sir.

- Fond of her?

- Look, girls, there's Juno.

- No, madam, not Juno.

Aphrodite Kallipygos.

- Are you sure?

- Well I ought to know, I discovered her.

- Really?

She's just come out of her bath.

And you see that towel

she's holding in her hand--

- That is not a towel,

madam, it is a heton,

a form of drapery.

- It looks like a towel.

- Very good.

It's a towel to you, it's a heton to me.

- She's the goddess of plenty--

- No, no, no, no, the goddess of love.

- Sh.

- Of lawful, wedded love.

- She's a respectable goddess, girls.

- She's practically

perfect, as you can see.

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