The Spy Who Came in from the Cold Page #3

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Well, other people just talk.

The Party's going to do something.

What, may I ask,

will the Party do for comrade Nan?

I was once driving down

a main road in, uh,

on-on the Continent...

and I saw two great trucks...

move out and converge on a...

station wagon driving down

the middle of the road.

I only heard the crash

because I drove on.

The last I saw of the station wagon

was three small children,

two little boys and a little girl...

Laughing through,

through the back window.

I, uh,

Communism. Capitalism.

It's the innocents who get slaughtered.

Compassion is not enough.

Nobody wants that.

Well, it, i-it's got to be organized,

disciplined, to be of any use.

Well, that's what the Party

does for us. Don't you see?

- It organizes our emotions.

- Oh, Nan.

- You're too proud for that, aren't you?

- Nan,

Don't let's argue, Alec.

This evening was meant to please you.

Oh, it did.

It did.

Well...

thank you for my stew and my...

coffee and my wine

and my medicinal whisky.

Good night, Nan.

- And half a pound of Parmesan.

Anything more, Mrs. Zanfrello?

- Will be all, thank you.

- Oh. That'll be, uh, two, five, two, seven.

Seven and seven.

Cash or credit?

- Please, to credit.

- Right.

Let me have, uh,

Let me have a tin of that caviar.

Well, it's only mock, Mr. Leamas.

It's, uh, Norwegian.

I prefer it mock.

Let me have a tin of the...

California cling peaches.

- Large or small?

- Large. I've got to keep my strength up.

And, uh...

a pound of butter.

And, uh, let me have

some of this scampi.

Ah, Italian. Is very nice.

Madam, I'll thank you not to insult

the hot blood of Irish prawns...

taken from the Bay of Dublin herself.

Marcella.

- Right. That'll be 19 and nine, please, sir.

Cash or credit?

Beg your pardon, sir?

Cash or credit?

Well, you said Friday, Mr. Leamas.

Cash, please.

If a bloody Italian can have credit,

why can't a bloody Irishman?

Now, there's no need for talk like that.

- Put that phone down.

- Put that phone down!

Marcella, call the police.

- S.

I brought you some sandwiches.

You shouldn't have come, Nan.

What'll Miss Crail think, consorting

with an ex-convict during the library's time?

It's 8:
15. I'll catch the next

Number 7 and she'll never know.

- What'll you do, Alec?

- Go for a walk, have a bit of a think...

avoid the pubs,

visit the Labor Exchange...

- collect my suitcase from the caretaker,

- I've collected it.

It's at my flat

till you find somewhere decent.

- Nan, I,

- Dinner will be served at 8:00...

with a Portuguese wine spelt D-A-O...

with a twiddle over the "A"

and pronounced "dang."

- "Dang."

- I made Hungarian goulash.

Well, I thought it'd be tactful to serve

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