Hell's Angels

We are good.

Ah!

Ja! Wunderbar!

Look at that, Karl.

Well, Roy, you seem

to like my country.

Like it?

I think it's marvelous.

Say, I wish we were staying here

two years instead of just two weeks.

But you know, Karl, it does sound funny

hearing you call it "your country. "

I keep forgetting

you're not English.

Oh, sometimes I...

Well, I feel almost English myself.

Well, that's natural. After all,

you can't be at Oxford three years...

without feeling

slightly British.

I wish Helen were here.

After all you've said about her,

I don't blame you.

Your brother is not coming

today, Herr Rutledge?

Oh, yes, he'll be along soon, Gretchen.

Nothing can keep Monte away from this good beer.

Nothing except

a good-looking woman.

Jawohl.

That brother of yours,

he's a naughty boy,

but I like him.

He has a way with them,

hey, Gretchen?

You, you don't know

half of it.

Another conquest for Monte.

Yes. I don't know why he wants to

mess about with every woman he meets.

Yeah, but you have Helen.

I'm not at all sure.

I'm not half good enough for

her. She must be a wonderful girl.

Oh, she is.

She's marvelous.

You'll have to meet her

when we get back to Oxford.

- I'd like to.

- Would you like to see what she looks like?

Yes. I didn't know you had a photograph

of her. Yeah, and neither does Helen.

I took it myself when she

wasn't looking. Really?

Oh.

Stunning, isn't she?

Why, she's marvelous.

Cheerio, you blighters.

Hello, it's Monte.

Meet the countess. Step up,

gents, to the one and only...

Now, Monte, don't, please.

Oh, it's all right.

This little pretzel doesn't

understand a word of English. No?

Gretchen!

Ja!

Found her at the museum.

Yeah, she's a work of art, all

right. You should have left her there.

Shh! Quiet!

I say, Monte, why do you

bring around this sort?

Bring her? Good heavens,

I can't get rid of her.

Go home, will you?

Go home.

You see, I'm stuck.

Hello. Who's the dowager?

That's Helen.

Oh. But, of course, that's only a

snapshot. Wait till you meet her.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Go away!

I say. This is getting serious.

I've got to get rid of her.

Oh, you know, I have a very important

engagement in just 15 minutes.

I say, you chaps, be... be

sporting and take her off my hands.

But after all, Monte... We may be

sporting, but we're not feeble-minded.

Well, you can do what you

please with her. I'm going.

Hey, listen, Monte...

Auf Wiedersehen.

Here, just a minute now.

Please.

Leave her to me.

I'll get rid of her.

Please. Yes.

Ja.

Nein. Nein. Nein. Nein.

Roy! No! Roy!

No, carry on. Carry on.

Pretty boy,

you please me very much.

What's that?

It is nothing. I am not at home

to anyone except my husband.

And he is away

on army business.

He will not be home for hours.

So, you see...

Charming.

But really, I-I say

you mustn't think that...

Your name?

My name is, uh,

Rutledge, sir.

You are stopping in Munich?

At the Hotel Bayrischer Hof, sir.

My seconds

will call on you later.

But I say you...

There is nothing further

to discuss.

Sailing, sailing

over the bounding main

Where many a wintery wind shall blow

'ere Jack comes home again

Hello. Where you going?

Sailing, sailing England.

England? Why, we're not

going back for 10 days.

What's wrong?

Baron Von Kranz.

Who's he?

Oh, he's just a friend of mine.

Really?

Quite a social success, aren't you?

How do you meet these barons?

Well, unfortunately,

I met this one through his wife.

And this means... A duel. Can you imagine it?

Running away?

Oh, don't be an ass. Roy.

You don't expect me to go through with a farce

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