Man Hunt Page #3

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free to do anything you like,

except to leave England.

Are you being so foolish as to

imagine yourself a martyr for England?

Is that why you refuse?

- No.

- Why refuse then?

Why keep on torturing yourself?

Because I don't llke force.

You force your own people

to keep In line, and...

you think you can force

everyone else.

Well, I'm one man saylng you can't.

As you wish.

I'm not responsible for your suffering.

You are, in fact, taking your own life.

That's going to be hard

to explain, Isn't It?

- What is?

- My suicide.

Lots of questions going to be asked.

- High places.

- High places.

That's one place where

no questions will be asked.

You've given me the key

I've been searching for.

You won't change your mind

about this?

- Certainly not.

- Very well.

Identification is essential

in the High places.

We'll give you back your passport

and your wallet, clean you up and-

Doktor.

Doktor.

There are people in England that...

know that men of my character

don't do this sort of thing.

Men of your character

have accidents.

Tomorrow the Doktor and I

will go hunting.

No one will question what we find

when we've found it.

This ledge is treacherous.

The skipper ought to be back by now...

If we're going to sail tonight.

Right you are, sir.

If the blighters don't let us sail pretty soon,

we might as well all go ashore.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I say.

Ah, sein Pa.

My word. You seem to be

knocked about a bit.

Yeah.

Would you mind closing that door?

- This is a British Ship, isn't it?

- Danish registry.

- But you're British.

- Rather.

Cabin boy. My father does business

with the captain out of Southampton.

- I'm British too.

- Oh, I'd know you were British anywhere, sir.

You seem to be in a bit of trouble, sir.

Oh, more than a bit, I'm afraid.

Have you committed a crime, sir?

No.

Was it, um...

about a woman?

I see you know life.

I thought so.

They're a dickens of a problem,

aren't they, sir?

- Where are you bound?

- East India Docks, London.

- And when are you sailing?

- Tonight, if we can get permission.

This way, sir.

Quick!

Come on, sir.

This way, sir.

Hurry. Come on.

Come on! Come on!

Hurry, sir. Come on.

Oh, it's no use.

I haven't got the strength.

They're coming!

Quick. In here.

Vaner!

Vaner!

Donnerwetter.

Sorry, sir. I was belowdecks.

Call your First mate. You c-

Ah, there you are.

Already we waste two days.

- We sail tonight as soon as these policemen search the Ship.

- Good.

- Show them everything.

- Yeah.

Then I get clearance, no?

- Danke.

- You will want to start belowdecks?

- Yes.

- This way, please.

- Wait. I'll come with you.

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