The Good German Page #3

Get out. Now. Before you get hurt.

Suit yourself.

I just gotta figure out

how to get my girlfriend on that train.

What's your girlfriend's name?

Mrs. Emil Brandt.

Imagine her surprise

when he turned up like that.

And mine too.

Hey, Tully.

I'll take your offer.

Two hundred thousand marks.

A lot to arrange, getting him out

of the American zone. You follow?

Come back in two hours.

I'll advance you half.

And bring Mrs. Brandt.

I'm not going with you

to the Russian zone.

Lena, half up front,

Have you checked

the exchange rate lately?

What happens when they find out

you don't have Emil?

What happens is, we're in London

with 10,000 f***ing dollars.

You're out, I'm out.

It's a perfect plan.

I won't go to the Russian zone.

I won't.

He just wants to see you. What's the

big deal? He wants to know I have him.

-But you don't have him.

-You're out selling love you don't have.

Hey, fish.

I had to hitch a ride

from the conference. What happened?

Blow.

I hate to pull rank on you,

but you are my f***ing driver.

I'm off the clock, sir.

Lena?

I'm off the clock too.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

I'm in the middle of something.

-We know each other.

-I'm in the middle of something.

-What happened to you?

-I need a minute to think, Tully.

You can think on the way.

-Hey, don't push her around like that.

-F*** you!

Move!

Get in.

Hey!

-Tully, stop.

-Shut up!

Stupid f***!

They gave me a choice:

London or Berlin.

For me there was no choice.

The minute it came over the wire

that the war in Europe was finally over...

... all I thought of was Lena.

I didn't expect to run into her.

Not that way.

Not my first week in town.

But that was just like Lena.

She always kept me off balance.

Tully wouldn't be a problem,

or not anything I couldn't figure out.

I just had to find her again.

I knew the bartender would help.

Tell a bartender you're looking for

a friend, and you have two friends:

Him, and the girl he steers you to.

-What the hell is she doing with him?

-Who?

-Lena.

-Tully?

He's not a bad sort.

Just a bit of a c*nt.

Yesterday he tried

to pimp her to me.

Well, she and her friend Hannelore

come around and cheer up the GIs.

We're all trying to get by.

This whole goddamn country,

she winds up f***ing my f***ing driver.

Oh, you knew her?

I hired her as a stringer.

Her husband was never home.

There were no kids.

She got tired of rattling around

the house all day.

She was good at it too.

She could get people to do things,

and they didn't know how she did it.

-You were screwing your secretary.

-Stringer.

Sorry.

What the hell does it mean

she's with him, anyway?

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