Angel Page #3

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- Why were you there?

You meet me at five o'clock. And at ten

minutes past five, I agree to dine with you.

A complete stranger.

The shortest story in the world.

Now tell me the true one.

Very well, then. Perhaps it's dangerous

for you to be with me.

Perhaps I have a husband

who'll come in and shoot you.

Perhaps I'm a spy. A thief.

The police may come in and arrest me.

Both of us.

You're none of those things.

If you were, it wouldn't matter.

Now, or any other time.

I must have done something very nice

in my life to be so beautifully rewarded.

Do you really mean that?

And so much more.

You're an angel.

Angel, that's what I shall call you.

Angel.

You're cold.

Frightened.

- Of me?

- Much more serious.

I'm frightened of myself.

What a strange evening.

I dined with you to be amused, to laugh.

To laugh at you. And...

- And what?

- And say goodbye.

Could you?

I don't know. You must give me time.

Please, a fortnight. A week.

Next Wednesday at five o'clock

at the Grand Duchess.

Wait for me. If I come, I won't ask any

questions. I'll go wherever you ask me to.

- And if you don't come?

- Then you must forgive me.

Never look for me. Forget that I ever existed.

Swear.

Promise that you'll do that for me. Please.

If I did, it would be a promise I couldn't keep.

I don't care who you are or what you are.

- All I know is...

- What?

I love you.

You'll never go out of my life.

I'll never let you go.

Er... Merci beaucoup.

Angel!

Angel!

Angel.

- No other statement, Sir Frederick?

- No other statement, no.

- How's everything, Wilton?

- The Foreign Secretary is on the telephone.

Get me the minutes of Thursday's meeting.

Article 6, section 5b.

Also of Friday's meeting,

all of article, erm... 2.

Well, Mr Wilton? How are you?

- Glad to see you back, Graham.

- Thank you.

- How's everything at Geneva?

- Oh.

- Is there going to be a war?

- Well...

It looks as if Europe is going to have peace.

At least, for the next three weeks.

We had rather a hard fight, you know.

21 nations lined up against us. But we won.

- I hear France was making difficulties.

- Well...

- What can you expect from the French?

- Yes.

You realise the French delegate

hasn't even a manservant?

Appalling.

But the Russians

were the surprise of my life.

We had two Soviet delegates to dinner.

You may not believe it, but I assure you

they were properly dressed.

- Tail coats. White ties.

- Well, well, well.

- Maybe the Russians are going places.

- Oh, well, I...

wouldn't come to hasty conclusions.

They still dunk.

- I shan't need you any more tonight.

- Good night, sir.

Graham!

It would be outrageous,

you can't disturb the master at this time.

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