A Foreign Affair Page #3

- How much?

- $700.

- You got three like this watch, maybe?

- We'll see.

Herr Captain, buy porcelain?

Little Cupid to take for wife?

Never mind the knick-knacks.

How much for the mattress?

- Why you want the mattress?

- I'm sleepy.

- How much for the mattress?

What do you mean, "nein, nein, no"?

Look what you can get for it.

the writing on it and the candles.

The candles alone are worth the mattress.

Get lost.

Erika! Erika!

Sit down, Johnny.

Go away, Johnny, sit down.

Johnny.

Johnny, what are you doing?

- I'm wiping my face.

- You're hurting me, Johnny.

You're always hurting me.

Why are you so mean to me?

I worry about you. I scrounge around,

I bring you presents

and you tell me I'm mean to you.

You brought me a present? Where is it?

Where have you got it?

Ohh...

Johnny, they're so sheer. So beautiful.

- No, you're good to me.

- You bet I am.

You don't know how good. I bought you another present.

You're not gonna get it.

Another one? Where have you got it?

Where is it, Johnny?

- Keep away.

- Is it here? Tell me...

Johnny...

- Where did you get it?

- A friend of mine baked it.

Only you're not going to get it. Why

should I care whether you sleep or not?

Johnny, for 15 years

we haven't slept in Germany.

First it was Hitler screaming on the radio,

then the war of nerves,

then the victory celebrations,

then the bombing.

All the furniture burnt.

See?

That one I hate worst.

Give me that mattress, Johnny.

No mattress will help you sleep.

What you Germans need

is a better conscience.

I have a good conscience.

I have a new Fhrer now... you.

Heil, Johnny.

You heil me once more

and I'll knock your teeth in.

You'll bruise your lips.

Why don't I choke you a little?

Break you in two?

Build a fire under you, you blonde witch.

Who's that?

With my luck, it's Eisenhower.

- Yes.

- Your name Schltow?

- I beg your pardon.

- Is your name Erika Schltow?

- No.

- You live here, don't you?

Yes, I live here.

You the dame that sings

at the Lorelei nightclub?

- Yes, I sing there.

- And your name's not Erika Schltow?

My name is Erika von Schltow.

- A von?

- She's a von.

Nobility. We beg your highness's pardon.

- What do you want?

- A little information.

It says here that a

certain Erika Schltow...

von Schltow, pardon I...

has been an active von Nazi

ever since 19 - von - 35.

Go on, gentlemen.

It says that Miss von Schltow

was ordered over a month ago

to a von labour camp

to pick up some von bricks.

- What else does it say?

- You're working at a night joint.

According to this report,

what you're moving there ain't bricks.

I'm an artist, gentlemen, not a street

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