Night Train to Munich Page #5

- Known him long?

- No. What are you doing?

Just want to check up on him.

Have you ever heard of an organized escape?

- Organized?

- To lead them to your father.

But that's fantastic. Karl

doesn't even know where I am.

Are you sure of that?

- Of course. I told no one.

- Good.

Honestly, I don't want to throw

a monkey wrench into the romance.

Thank you. I appreciate that you're

inspired by the highest motives...

and that you'll go to any

lengths to pursue them.

- Any lengths.

- Even to exhibiting yourself in public as a singer.

Well, nature endowed me with a gift,

and I just accepted it. That's all.

It's a pity it didn't endow you with a voice.

Nothing that happened to me

in that concentration camp...

was quite as dreadful as

listening to you day after day...

singing those appalling songs.

With those few words, you've knocked

the bottom out of my entire existence.

A pity I only knocked it.

- Mr. Bomasch about?

- Yes, he is.

Admiral Baldwin sends his compliments.

He'd like Mr. Bomasch to have

dinner with him this evening.

- And his daughter.

- Hmm. I'll tell him.

Uh, just a minute. Didn't Admiral Baldwin

leave for the Mediterranean last Tuesday?

No. He's aboard the

flagship lying off Dartland.

- But I understood

that - -

Isn't he going too far out for Dartland?

Sorry to barge in. I say,

Charles, the wife's just phoned.

- I understand you're coming over to tea on Sunday.

- Yes, so I believe.

Well, she wants you to remind

Beryl to bring some recipe book-

pickling walnuts or something.

- Oh, yes. Will do.

- Right.

- Oh, hello, Randall. How are you?

- Hello. Hi.

We were just discussing the Bomasch affair.

Oh, yes, you slipped up

rather badly there, didn't you?

- Yes, I - - Well, it

wasn't exactly his fault.

We ought to have known about Karl Marsen.

The War Office has been stinking about him.

They take the view that this

armor plating of Bomasch's...

will make all the difference in the next war.

Probably nothing of the sort,

but, well, there you are.

And by tonight, Bomasch will be in Berlin...

where they won't lose any time before

putting the screws on the poor devil.

Tomorrow night?

That means he won't be at the admiralty until, let's see

- Saturday morning.

That's about it. Why?

Twenty-four, maybe 48 hours.

Why? What are you driving at?

Well, they got him out of England.

Why shouldn't I get him back?

But that's quite impossible.

Why? I know my way about.

I was three years in Berlin.

- Drinking lager.

- Mmm. Vodka now, isn't it?

What about the Polish situation?

Germany may march at any

moment. You know what that means.

I shall be back before then. Well, sir?

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