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your maestro to conduct you.

If he will not, you, his musicians

have no function.

And no reason for being.

He's going to kill us.

No, it's Evans who's killing us.

You were right. That

egomaniac expects us to die for him.

And for those soldiers.

Calm down.

Just a minute now. Calm down.

I'll get him in here if I have

to drag him.

Wish me luck. I'm about to do my

imitation of a team of wild horses.

You're not good at imitations.

I'm going alone.

Wait. What'll you take with you? A

copy of "remembrance of things past?"

Forgive me.

I'm just feeling like a husband.

All right. We'll keep rehearsing.

What's Victor conducting with,

a baseball bat?

Could be.

General Schiller broke the baton.

Remind me

to send him a thank you note.

Unless you come to the chapel

and personally conduct the orchestra

he's going to kill us all.

This stubbornness of yours

...is endangering the lives

of 70 people. I know what's at stake.

- Then come back with me.

- No.

This must rank among

life's major ironies.

The romantic music professor still

holds the power of life and death

over the naive young cellist. That

was always my private portrait of us.

Two people in a perfume ad who

never did see things clearly.

Neither did I. You had nice legs

that tended to blur the vision.

I still have nice legs. If we must

die, we should be honest about it.

Fine, let's be honest

about why we shouldn't live, too.

I was afraid up in the rarefied

atmosphere I wouldn't breathe.

Perhaps you could have learned.

Perhaps.

You're freezing.

Lionel, come back. Please come back.

Are those the terms, Mrs. Rice?

I come back to the nice warm chapel

and I conduct a nice warm concert

in honor of Schiller?

Is that the deal that

Victor authorized you to make?

You husband missed his calling.

He'd have made a marvelous pimp.

You bastard.

Victor didn't send me here.

It was my own idea.

Like every idea I had concerning you,

it was a miserable flop.

No, I have to see the general.

There are American soldiers in there.

Get me someone who speaks English.

I have information.

Can you speak English?

Please, let me go to the general.

Please help me!

Lionel, I'm frightened.

Please help us.

All right.

But we've still got

to buy some time somehow.

And it's a seller's market.

If we could get up there, we

could get a fix on guard changes.

Knowing them, they'd never change it.

Maybe their passion for

routine can help get you out of here.

Then we've got to hope

for being rescued.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

Name's Chaminant. Belgian peasant.

Claims to be with us, but who knows?

Probably has a collection of flags

at home. For each possible conqueror.

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