The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp Page #5

- Just a moment.

Yes, sir. There's another murder.

- Not the baronet?

- No, sir. The baronet's safe.

Good. Good. I'm glad.

- Warm for January.

- Damn cold, I call it.

Take my tip, my boy. You've got

a damn good VC, now keep quiet for a bit, hm?

(Hopwell whistles "l Am Titania")

Well, what did he say?

Do you still want to go to the theatre tonight?

- You told me when I asked you...

- Never mind what I said.

Her Majesty's Theatre. The Last Of The Dandies.

Introduce yourself to Lady Gilpin and Sybil.

Say I've gone on some secret mission.

Make me mysterious.

Girl's pretty. Mother's a gorgon.

- Are you going on a secret mission?

- Yes, to Berlin.

- He send you?

- It's a secret from him, too.

- Morning. You send those flowers?

- Yes, sir.

Oh, there's a postcard for you, sir.

It's from Mr Candy. So, the old boy got there.

- How is Mr Candy, sir?

- Read it yourself.

Das ist die Dame im kleinen Salon.

Mr Candy?

- Miss Hunter?

- Yes.

Thank you for your telegram. It was a great

surprise. I had no idea you were in Berlin.

Nor had I until now. I only arrived yesterday.

Can you possibly mean that you've come here

solely on account of my letter?

- Well, naturally.

- Oh.

- You don't mind, do you?

- No, no, of course not.

Well...shall we sit down?

- Did you have a good journey?

- Excellent. I'm sorry to bring you out.

- I was about to call on you.

- I've changed my address.

My position became intolerable.

I've had to leave.

English people are not very popular in Berlin.

You've lost your job because you're English?

Can you get another job?

Perhaps in a few months' time. Not now.

- What will you do now?

- Go back.

- To England?

- Yes, I'm afraid so.

Cheer up. England isn't as bad

as all that, you know.

That is what we both want to prove,

isn't it, Mr Candy?

Yes, Miss Hunter.

How shall we begin?

- Do you know what Kaunitz looks like?

- No, I've never seen him.

I know a cafe where he holds his Stammtisch -

a table regularly reserved for him...

- Do you know any of his friends, Miss Hunter?

- Yes, one. A student.

The brother of my...ex-employer.

He is a Burschenschafter.

You know what Burschenshafts are?

- No, Miss Hunter.

- Groups of students with political principles.

They assert them by drinking beer

and fighting duels.

- Duelling is very popular here, I believe.

- Oh, yes.

It's a proud father

that has a scarred son, and vice versa.

German girls find scars very attractive.

A book was recently published on the German

colonies, in which it was specifically stated

that one advantage of possessing duelling scars

was that native Africans look with more respect

upon white men who bear them.

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