Me and the Colonel Page #6

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Do you expect "Darling" will come in on us?

He has nothing to be jealous of,

for the moment.

My husband is not jealous.

Husband? Is he so sure of you?

Yes. And with reason.

Your husband. French?

No. Polish.

How quaint.

I did not know there were any Poles left.

He must be the last one.

He is among the first.

Well, we took Poland away from the Poles.

It might be amusing to take you away

from this Pole.

It would not, Major, I assure you,

be the least bit amusing.

Your resistance might be amusing.

Divisional Headquarters

moving immediately, sir.

General Schloesser will hold

conference within the hour.

That leaves us very little time.

And you are worth a little time.

Well, the efficiency of our army

takes all the joy out of life.

Imagine giving you up

for General Schloesser.

He's a fantastically ugly man.

Well, wasn't it an American who said,

"War is hell"?

Those were Germans, Colonel.

- So?

- I don't understand you.

You seem to look down on

the instinct of self-preservation.

Maybe you don't want to live, but I do.

In your case, this ambition is trivial.

We are here.

Must be asleep.

Szabuniewicz, child, my balalaika.

We wake her sweet.

Yes, sir.

You pick this moment for a recital?

It's a dream I dream. It's a dream.

I, the only son of Reba Jacobowsky,

lost far from home,

headed for destruction

with Don Quixote and Sancho Panza,

in Rothschild's Rolls Royce.

It's a dream. It's a dream.

- Darling!

- I have returned.

Tadaeusz!

In the cathedral of my heart,

a candle was always burning for you.

That must be the best-lit cathedral

in Europe.

- Jacobowsky! Fill tank with gasoline.

- And just where do you suggest I get it?

Gasoline is in your blood.

"Get gasoline. Fill tank."

That's very easy for him to say.

"Get gasoline. Fill tank."

Where am I going to get gasoline?

We're miles from nowhere and surrounded

on all sides by the German army.

"Get gasoline," he says.

Yes, but Colonel is in bigger danger

than you.

- That's debatable.

- Sure. Germans have put price on his head.

At the rate we're going, they'll collect it.

When Colonel escape

from prison camp in Poland,

Germans offered 100,000 marks

for his capture, 100,000 marks...

- What?

- What?

What is that?

- Sounds like tank.

- Tank?

- Is tank.

- Is tank.

Please, Szabuniewicz. Is tank, yes?

Is French tank.

Hey, move that automobile out of our way.

I would be happy to oblige, Lieutenant.

But unfortunately, we are out of gasoline.

Sergeant, push it off the road.

Why go to all that trouble?

If you could just supply us

with a little gasoline, we will...

Don't you realise

we are in the middle of a war?

Yes. Yes, I realise that.

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