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Be still, my cousin. Be still.

Rebecca.

It has been many years, my cousin.

And at the end of it a long journey, by the look of you.

From El Agheila. From the sea.

You are welcome among your father's people, my cousin.

But now I must go on.

It has to do with this war.

One tribe of infidel fighting another tribe of infidel.

My mother's people are in this war.

A man should follow his father's people.

And if a man has two fathers? A father and a fatherland?

The Germans are like the nomads, proud and strong.

They will win this war and rule the world.

Inshallah.

Asyut is nearby.

- Do the trains still run there? - They run.

If you wish, when you have your strength,

I will bring you into the city.

I must go in alone.

This case I leave with you. It will be safe?

It will.

But you will not be fit enough to travel

for many days, my dear. You rest.

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

You don't change.

I live here.

What is going on here? What are you doing to my clothing?

Ah, you are the lady who lives here?

Of course.

- What is the meaning of this outrage? - The meaning we know.

The subject of this outrage, however, is more elusive.

Where is Claude Regasse?

Perhaps you could respond civilly to a civil question, Sergeant.

Why are these... people, vandalising my apartment?

Ma'am, the Egyptian police,

under the able direction of Superintendent Kemel here,

are assisting the British army

in the apprehension of Mr. Claude Regasse

and the recovery of British property

stolen by that individual for sale on the black market.

That is absurd.

Claude is a respectable businessman engaged in the export/import trade.

I'm sorry, madam, but these cases,

found in a locked closet in your bedroom,

contain British military issue.

May I ask your name, madam?

Elene. Elene Fontana.

Try Sarah Askenazy.

- What about this stuff, Sarah? - I prefer Elene.

Elene Fontana, actually.

And I do not know anything... Major whatever your name is.

You know anything about the black market? Thefts?

You didn't know Regasse had run out.

You're not married, are you, Sarah?

- It is safe to say that. - What'd you do before Regasse?

I did an occasional man.

Prostitute.

We cannot all be army majors, now, can we?

Check the inventory, Jake.

All complete, sir.

Have all the medical supplies sent to the hospital.

Superintendent Kemel, the arms to Ordnance.

Of course, Major Vandam.

And what would you like me to do about the lady?

We haven't got any charges against her.

She can stay here for now... in Cairo.

Stay here? I have no money, no income,

no way to support all this now that Claude is gone.

What do you suggest I do?

Do another man.

Hi, Dad.

- Hi, son. - How goes the war?

Oh, smashing. Smashing.

The war progresses, which is more than I can say for your dinner.

Did you catch any spies today, Dad?

No, it was a slow spy day.

Couple of thieves,

some stolen military equipment, signed a few papers.

That's about it. How about you?

Oh, thank you, Gaafar.

It's not good for the boy, sir, to eat at such irregular hours.

You're right. The war mustn't interrupt his digestion.

It's cold. Cold.

Hmm. Shall we do the king?

Yes. Nel d

- To King George. - King George.

- Dad? - Mm-hm?

- Can we do to Mum? - Right.

To your mother.

Thank you, Gaafar.

I can't be keeping in kitchen all hours.

And studies. What about his studies?

Yeah, Bill, what about your studies, hmm?

Hello. What's that?

Murders in silk?

It's great, Dad, a smashing mystery. You should read it sometime.

All right, I'll make a deal with you.

You do your studies and I'll read the murder mystery, OK?

No, Dad.

I'll do my studies, Gaafar will read the mysteries,

and you'll catch a spy.

Do you always have to have the last word?

Is cold. Cold.

He always has to have the last word.

Boof!

I was wondering...

When we found you, your mind was wandering.

You spoke of Rebecca.

This person is of some importance to you?

Ah, yes.

Rebecca.

Ishmael...

This case that I leave with you, no living person is to see it.

No person who sees it would live.

Go with Allah.

And with you.

Where the devil have you come from?

Unfortunate for me, my car broke down some distance back.

- I've been walking all night. - My God, I think you have.

I'd better see your papers, please.

Alex Wolff. You live in Cairo. What are you doing up this way?

I have investments in the north.

I like to pay them surprise visits from time to time,

make sure the caretakers are on their toes.

- You know the wogs. - Only too bloody well.

We'll give you a lift to Asyut.

Corporal, take the man's bags for him. He looks done in.

Yes, sir.

Round this side, sir.

- Do you have some water? - Ah, yes.

There you go.

I'm Captain Newman, by the way, stationed with the 17th.

How do you do?

Where does your accent come from?

My parents were Boers.

The name Wolff is Dutch.

Well, we'd better get you to a decent hotel.

We'd also better see that something's done about that car.

- Car? - Your car.

That broke down out there on the desert.

Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry.

I must be so tired that my brain is baked.

Perfectly understandable, old man.

Well, you can relax. We'll look after you.

General Rommel.

Herr Feldmarschall. Guten Tag.

I hope my staff has made you comfortable.

Comfortable, mein liebe General? Huh!

What is six hours and 43 minutes

in sweltering heat in a desert tent as between friends?

I'm sorry. I was fighting a battle today.

I had to give my orders on the spot.

Even the British generals keep in touch with their headquarters.

Well, perhaps that is why they lose battles than win them.

However, today you did not win, huh?

I understand you are withdrawing your troops.

Today the British are here, here, here and there. Everywhere.

They have more men, more tanks, more ammunition, more petrol.

Every month that goes by and we have less.

Still, they have more territory to protect and so they are spread out.

For instance, today,

we dug back behind their minefields and hit them from behind.

And if I had not run out of petrol... and ammunition,

and if I knew where they had what,

1 would whip through their weakest sectors,

we would be in Cairo by now.

Rommel... you will not go to Cairo.

That is the direct order of the F hrer.

Would I disobey an order?

Bring us some tea.

And strain some of the sand out of it for the field marshal.

Albert, sit down.

There you are, Mr. Wolff. A wash-up will do you wonders.

Thank you very much, Captain.

I don't think I could have walked to Asyut.

You still look all in.

I'll leave Corporal Cox to look after you.

- That won't be necessary, Captain. - Nonsense.

We Europeans must keep an eye out for each other.

See that Mr. Wolff gets decent quarters, Cox.

Yes, sir.

Then escort him to the garage

and make sure a tow truck is sent after his car.

This way, Mr. Wolff.

Very kind, Captain.

Think nothing of it.

Right.

Well, here you are.

I'm sorry about it, but...

it's as snug as you'll find in this arse end of creation.

Thank you very much, Corporal.

Shall we see about the car, sir?

In fact, I am much too tired to bother with a garage at the moment.

I should think my car would be no worse off in a few hours.

If you say so. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll unpack for you.

No, don't bother. I'll see to it after my nap.

It's no bother.

I'll take care of it in no time and then you can have a nice lie-down.

Good Lord.

Cairo!

Cairo!

Cairo!

What's up, Jake?

I've taken the liberty of replacing Ibbotson in Sector Nine.

- Oh? - Uh, signature, signature.

Usual bumf.

Colonel Bogge, as usual, wants to see you as soon as possible.

There's a Captain Newman calling from Asyut

about the knifing of a corporal down there.

He copied us.

Is it automatic with British aristocracy?

- What's that? - Perfect tea every time.

It's Asyut again, Sergeant.

Asyut.

Uh, hello, Cap... Captain Newman?

Yes, sir, this is Major Vandam, Intelligence, GHQ.

I see you... I see you marked this report for us.

Now, why is that, Captain?

I believe that the circumstances were unusual enough

to warrant an intelligence copy, Major.

He had papers in the name of, uh...

Alex Wolff. I see.

Address...

...Villa Les Qliviers, Garden City Section, Cairo.

- Any suspicion they were forgeries? - I'm sure they were real.

Well, they were old. They'd seen use.

Well, thanks for the information, Captain.

Major, I'd be grateful for a call if you turn anything up.

Cox was a good man.

Goodbye, Captain.

Anything?

- Not really, no. - Another overtrained captain.

A man is picked up on foot on the edge of the Western Desert

and kills a British soldier trying to help him in Asyut.

With an address in Cairo. Does that seem strange to you?

There's no real shortage of Egyptians

who'd welcome the chance to stab us good night, sir.

- No, he's European. - True.

If you were trying to come into Cairo unannounced,

which way would you come in? - Not through Asyut, sir.

After all, the reason we don't cover it

is that there's nothing beyond Asyut except miles of desert.

Right.

Ah, yes.

Third finger down the seam,

look down the wicket,

give it a polish.

One, two, three...

and...

- Ah, yes, Vandam. - Yes, sir.

Now, Vandam, I want you to organise a cricket match this weekend

with the Ordnance group.

I have some slow googlies I haven't uncorked yet.

Put Sergeant Lendenowen on it, will you?

Did you see this report on Asyut, sir?

Oh, yes, that. Huh.

Well, I think the murder of a corporal

hardly qualifies for an intelligence report, Vandam.

It looks like this captain

is trying to capture the eye of his superior officer, what?

Possibly, sir.

Except the captain doesn't come out of this looking too well. I'll...

We should be concentrating on Rommel.

You know he went round our southern flank

and captured 7th Army headquarters last night?

Yes, sir, I heard it was a shambles. I'll get on this Asyut right away.

That would be a waste of your time, Major.

Let the Egyptian police look after it.

Now, Rommel, the cricket match with Ordnance,

and not necessarily in that order.

- All right, dismissed. - Yes, sir.

- Can I fix you a fresh cup of tea, sir? - No. No, thanks.

I'll tell you what you can do. You can...

You can set up the stumps and bumps or whatever the hell they're called

and rustle up 11 idiots from Ordnance.

- Colonel Bogge's cricket match. - Yes.

The smack of leather against willow.

Yeah, sorry about that, but that's Bogge's war.

Now...

Now...

Could a man, would a man,

cross 400 miles of open desert on foot...

...just to sneak up behind me?

- Did you find anything, sir? - What?

Did you find anything?

No, not a damn thing.

Not a damn thing, but I smell him.

I smell him.

I'll tell you what.

Send a description of Wolff to every department.

Put a round-the-clock watch on this house.

And, Jake, I want the Egyptian police checking every hotel and flop house.

Alert the wireless listening service

to check for any new local transmitters.

Right, sir.

Effendi.

Mr. Wolff. A real pleasure.

Yes, yes. How can I be of service?

Where else would I find scarce delicacies, Nicos?

- I trust you have not changed? - Cairo has changed.

I have few items these days. The army takes everything.

And for me, Nicos?

I manage at great cost to secure some items.

What is it that you have in mind?

One dozen tins of Beluga caviar.

A few bottles of champagne, good house, good year.

Perhaps a few other items along this line.

Mr. Wolff, please, don't you realise there's a war going on?

Yes, so I've heard.

So, then, what I need is not available here?

It's not cheap here, no.

No, Nicos, you have not changed.

The dance is the language for body, OK?

Sonja! Sonja! Sonja! Sonja!

Sonja! Sonja! Sonja! Sonja!

Sonja! Sonja! Sonja! Sonja!

Sonja! Sonja! Sonja! Sonja! Sonja!

Caviar.

Mmm.

You need something special to wash down that caviar?

You.

Get out of here. Go on. Get.

It's there on the floor by the chair.

Everything to excess, eh, Sonja?

Not the slightest sense of moderation about anything.

It adds excitement to your beauty.

You reappear here in my dressing room after three years

as if it had been three hours.

- How dare you. - I had no choice. Believe that.

You could have said something.

And what words would have been adequate?

Goodbye. You could at least have shown some respect for my feelings.

I see you still have that golden necklace I sent you from Berlin.

No one was to know where I was going, that I was going or what I was to do.

That's very good. Now you can get out of here and keep on doing it.

Or I will have the owner throw you out.

Oh, Alex.

Why did you leave me like that?

The British are looking for me. They are checking everywhere.

They have already been in my house.

Well, then, let the British have you. You deserve each other.

First they have to catch me, and that they will not do.

- But I need your help. - Why should I help you?

Because, my love, you hate the British even more than I.

And together we can rid Egypt of them.

At this very moment

the German armies are driving the British out of the desert,

and soon Rommel will be at the gates of Cairo,

with our help, you and I together.

Oh.

Big words and big plans.

Not now.

How do you afford all this anyway?

Even the rich are penniless these days.

I am financed by the Third Reich.

What?

And now I am in Cairo to get information for Rommel.

- To spy. - Are you crazy?

Sonja, there are many others to whom I could have gone,

Egyptian dissidents who would welcome the opportunity

to overthrow the British government.

And yet who but you could I trust?

Look at me.

I am not dangerous.

Oh, yes, you are.

And only you will know where I hide.

In my villa.

You bastard.

Not now!

How is Tanya?

She left me.

So I will have to find us another Tanya, huh?

Happy news, Rommel?

One of our Berlin personnel has slipped into Cairo.

Code name Rebecca.

Intelligence reports are rarely accurate.

Information from spies even worse.

This... Danke.

This, uh, Rebecca, came into Cairo from the desert,

alone, on foot.

If he can do that, I think perhaps he is capable of anything.

Hmm! You will lose half your army

to the back streets and the gutter caf s.

I have better faith.

If this one, any informant, can pinpoint for me

where the British will try to break through, exactly just that,

I will eat their armies for my lunch.

Oh, Major Vandam, the sentries said you had left. I'm lucky to catch you.

Superintendent Kemel, I didn't expect to see you here.

I heard you wanted to see me, so I came at once.

Of course, here it is always difficult.

Egyptians are not always welcome.

I apologize. It's just wartime stupidity and red tape.

I was just wondering if you'd had any luck in locating this Alex Wolff.

Oh, nothing, Major. Not a hint.

My informants, they have heard not even a rumour.

Do you know what I think?

I think, sir, the man never reached Cairo.

- You think that? - I and my officers are ever alert.

If this spy dare to appear in the city, I will know,

and then you will know.

Well, I appreciate that. That's reassuring, Superintendent.

- I am your servant, Major Vandam. - Thank you.

I too am your servant, Major Vandam.

Hershel.

Jews make lousy servants. You know that. They argue too much.

What, argue? Respond, debate, discuss.

So we can talk about it. So that's an argument, huh?

Come, I have something for you.

Hershel, why can't you give me

a simple report without all the dramatics?

Everything with you people is so, so bland.

It's like your food. There's no spice.

Well, the Jewish Agency is supposed to give us reports, not philosophy.

And England is supposed to supply us with Palestine, not sawdust.

When they give it to me, I'll hand it over to you, all right?

You're not going to buy me a drink, are you?

You told me you need ears among the people,

the kind that might be able to hear things, to work for you.

Such a person came to my office today.

This person wants to go to Palestine.

Maybe I thought, between you and this person,

there could be a... huh?

Major Vandam, you should meet...

Elene Fontana.

Oh, you do not insist on Sarah Askenazy today, Major?

Ah. You two know each other, huh?

I'm surprised you did not ask the major for help.

The major's job is to hurt people, not to help them.

The major's job is to help stop the Germans from winning the war.

Nothing else.

I'll say a few words and then I will go away.

Surala, you wish to go to Palestine.

Now, this man can get the papers for you.

Major, you want people on the streets

so you'll know that while your soldiers

face a German bullet from in front,

they are not brought down by an Egyptian knife from behind.

She's a beautiful woman,

the sort in whose presence men become... careless, hmm?

I leave you to make a shidduch.

OK, Miss Askenazy, Fontana, whatever.

Let's assume for the moment we can help each other,

as one professional to the other.

Just so that we understand that my profession is not prostitution.

- What is it? - Actually, I am a bad singer.

And a mediocre dancer.

And sometimes I find a rich man to pay my bills.

- Are you shocked? - Should I be?

Is that not what most women do when they marry?

- Find a man to pay the bills? - Is it?

Actually, I just turn them around

a little bit faster than the average housewife.

OK. Cairo's filled with officers and men with a lot of secrets.

They know our strengths and our weaknesses.

You can be damn sure the Germans have got people

trying to get that information.

My job is to see they don't get it.

Well, I certainly can go places in the city where a uniform cannot.

I want to know everything you saw, everything you heard.

- If we had an arrangement. - Such as?

I need rent money, food money.

- And I want to get to Palestine. - How much for your apartment?

- 75 a month. - Well, you got to prove you're worth it.

All right.

We'll give it a trial.

I'm particularly interested in a man named... Alex Wolff.

Did you ever hear of him?

- No. - OK.

Here's my card.

My address is on the back. Home address.

To espionage, then.

And you know where I live.

If you come, you bring flowers and chocolates.

People will think you are visiting your mistress and not your informant.

That's how it's done, huh?

Well, you should bring jewellery,

but anyone who balks at 75 a month better start with flowers.

Thank you, Major.

Thank you.

"Lacey moaned from her bed,

her breasts heaving through the gossamer silk of her nightgown."

"Don't hurt him, Moxie."

"Moxie's eyes slitted to Phil,

who was firing the cigarette dangling

from the corner of his mouth."

That Phil Scott, some cool customer.

"You're some cool customer, all right."

"What are you doing in my wife's bedroom?"

"Isn't this where the Grant Street trolley stops?"

- Oh, hi, Dad. You're home early. - Mm-hm.

Yeah, I took the Grant Street trolley.

Oh, sir, a few moments more, young man's light would have been out.

It should have been out 25 minutes ago, Gaafar.

If this happens again, I may tear out the last ten pages of the book.

Oh, sir, you wouldn't do that.

We would never know who stole the Kimberly Jade.

It was either Sydney Greenstreet,

Peter Lorre or an Egyptian butler I know.

But there is no Egyptian butler.

Oh.

Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy.

What am I going to do with you two incorrigibles, huh?

I'm sorry, Dad. I'll have to try harder.

You know, it's not really fair to take advantage.

You know that.

You mean if Mum were alive, she'd be making sure I behaved?

No, that's not exactly what I meant. Come on, lights out.

You miss Mum as much as I do, don't you?

I do miss her, yes. Night.

You loved each other very much, didn't you?

Yes, I did love her.

And she loved you too, Dad, didn't she?

Good night, Bill.

To my love.

Caf.

When do we stop talking and act?

Soon.

With the help of the Germans, the British will be finished.

Oh. And so we have the Germans trumping for us.

No. The Germans need allies. We shall be those allies.

It is the only way we could ever negotiate

for the return of our country to us.

We shall let it be known in certain quarters that we exist,

that we can be ready...

...and that we wish to negotiate with Berlin.

So, the Egyptians conspiring against the British.

Save your weapons for the enemy, wherever you may find him.

Which one of you is Superintendent Kemel?

- And who are you? - I am from Berlin.

Alex Wolff.

Half of Cairo is looking for you. Superintendent Kemel.

Only half? I am disappointed.

In particular a Major Vandam. British Intelligence.

Presumably the man who violated my home.

I have been asked to evaluate your group,

its numbers,

its ability to support Berlin... when Germany takes Egypt.

- And will it? - With my help, yes.

He leaves for his office every morning at this hour.

Does he live with anyone else?

There is a son, William, ten years old,

raised in England before moving to Egypt,

and a servant named Gaafar.

- Wife? - Dead.

She died in a Luftwaffe bombing raid on the island of Crete.

You're very well informed about this man, Kemel.

An American who chooses to join the British is something of a rarity.

But I should know more about you, Mr. Wolff.

I need some assurance that you are able to contact Berlin.

All things are possible.

Is it imperative for our group that we make some arrangements.

Negotiations with Berlin, Hitler, Rommel.

And of course you must show them how useful you can be.

Where can we contact you? We cannot be seen together.

You don't.

I contact you.

Now, I have an appointment. Would you be kind enough to drop me?

- Of course. Where? - British military headquarters.

That is where they keep all the secrets of the British Empire.

The secrets of the Middle East Command at least.

And you have come back to steal them, Ahmed?

Only just a few, Abdullah.

Of course, I would not think of stealing anything in Cairo

without first turning to the master of all the thieves in the city.

Not all the thieves, Ahmed. Let's say the thieves of any consequence.

But you had something special in mind when you asked me to meet you here?

Ah, yes.

You see those officers there, their insignias, commanding general staff?

Every morning the command staff meet for a briefing across there,

after which the staff members take their orders and their papers

to their offices elsewhere.

Like those three officers there.

I want you to steal one of those briefcases.

- Which one? - Doesn't matter.

This is an experiment.

Just choose your place in the square and make your arrangements.

But, dear friend, do it soon.

Tomorrow. Inshallah.

My briefcase.

Flowers, darling. For me? How sweet.

Oh, yeah, well, I was just... just in the neighbourhood,

and I, you know, brought these, um...

You are such a dear.

Come in. We'll have an aperitif.

Yeah.

This, Major, is a posy.

It is for smelling and sniffing and as such quite charming,

but as a lover's disguise quite hopeless.

OK.

Perhaps that is the military problem.

You all think of women as Red Cross uniforms and teapots,

and we are not.

OK, what did you call me about?

Well, last night I was out on a date

and there was a lot of chatter about what had happened

outside of British headquarters in the square.

Everyone was laughing because apparently it was an organized thing

set up by a thief called Abdullah.

- Do you know him? - Uh, yeah, I've heard of him, yeah.

- Go ahead. - Well, not much else.

I called you because there were British officers involved.

Yes, I heard a couple of our officers were roughed up a little bit.

- One of them lost his briefcase. - Well, that is the joke.

Abdullah got a load of wallets for himself as a bonus,

but actually he was paid to make the riot happen

to cover up for something else.

Something else?

Briefcase.

Staff officer's briefcase.

Possibility.

- Possibility. - So... can I stay?

Where's that aperitif?

Salaam alaik, Ahmed.

What a success.

Success indeed... for you.

- For me? - Yes, I saw your boys in the crowd.

- Picking pockets. - But of course.

I don't go to all that trouble to steal a little briefcase.

But what a joy, huh? What fun. Did you see the man eat fire?

Yes. I also saw one officer who could not find his briefcase.

- May I have it, please? - But of course.

If you will first give me the extra 50 pounds you promised.

But of course.

Shukran.

You have opened it already.

But look. Go on, look.

Look. See what I've stolen for you.

See the top secrets of the British high command.

Now you know everything, Ahmed.

Now you know the exact weight of every morsel of food

that will pass the lips of every British soldier.

The barracks' menus for the entire month.

That's it.

Shephard's Hotel is off limits for business discussions, Major.

- There are rules, you know. - I realize that, sir.

I just thought this was important.

Well, if I heard you correctly, this Abdullah's wanting our canteen menus?

I think, Colonel, he was trying to steal secret papers,

and I think he was being paid by Alex Wolff, who I think is in Cairo,

and I think he is a threat to our military security.

- That's what I think, Colonel. - Oh.

And this from some tart informant you hired, hmm?

That's part of my job, Colonel.

Street robberies are the job of the Egyptian police.

The situation's quite bad enough without our treading on their toes.

Colonel, this is our job too. This is a matter of military security.

You don't think the Egyptian police are going to arrest Abdullah?

Too many of their officers are getting rich with their bribes already.

Don't you lecture me, laddie.

Wogs don't even know how to put a decent olive into a Martini.

They still try and blame us for the shortage of gin.

Perhaps we should start bribing them.

We do, Colonel. Didn't you know?

Colonel, let me pull Abdullah in. Let me sweat him out.

General staff intelligence doesn't pull wogs in and sweat them, Major.

Remember the politics. So drop it, Vandam. Drop it.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for the drink.

No.

I don't want food.

I want... Tanya.

Well, if you don't want p t de foie gras,

there's no point in any going to waste.

Never mind, you pig.

Mmm!

Mmm.

Where do you find these things?

Just enjoy yourself, darling.

By the by, I found a way to get into the staff briefcases.

With the help of an Egyptian policeman.

I'm going to select a member of the British GHQ staff.

Someone very close to the commander in chief...

...and make him my friend.

- My very close friend. - How will you do that?

By offering him something that he will not be able to refuse.

What?

You.

- No. - Oh, yes.

Why should I?

Because you hate them...

...and you love me.

No, no. No.

Major. Major.

- A hit. A palpable hit. - Wolff?

- He's made his second mistake, Major. - What?

The alert we sent the paymaster to look out for forged sterling.

- Yes? - Quite a lot has turned up.

Hot damn. Hot damn. Now, if we can link these up with German presses...

All right, give me that file on forged bank notes.

- There it is, sir. - Where? Oh, thanks.

- Do you think I should just tidy this up? - No, don't mess with my mess.

Just dig me out some made-in-Germany English five-pound notes.

And... we shall compare.

Thank you.

Now...

Ah. The P.

- No. - Oh, no.

The D.

No.

Ah.

- The foot. - The foot?

On Britannia. See the smudge?

Yes.

That, plus the water mark.

That's Nazi money, all right. You'd think they'd know better.

Espionage is an expensive business.

They counterfeit passports. Why not money?

Still, you'd think they'd cotton on to the fact

that we're catching their buggers this way.

Yes, well, we don't tell them that, do we?

No, that's true.

Now Bogge can't blink away the fact that we've got the evidence.

Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you this evening, Major.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to provide you with a drink.

No. Work all the time. Well, please enjoy the rest of your evening.

I'll certainly try, Superintendent. Thank you.

Scotch, please.

Cap off in the bar, Captain.

Oh, thank you, Major. My mind was somewhere else.

Oh, sweating like a pig. Bloody weather.

Yes, it is, isn't it? Cigarette?

No, I never use them, actually.

- I'm Smith, by the way. GHQ. - Oh. How do you do?

- Slavenburg. BTE, sir. - You can ease up on the sirs too.

No bull in the bar, eh?

And personally I wouldn't put water with the Scotch.

They say it comes straight from the Nile, you know.

Well, then, I must be used to it, sir. Cheers.

You've got no gippy tummy?

You must be the only white man in the whole of Egypt who doesn't.

I was born in South Africa. Been in Cairo for... ten years.

If you've lived in Cairo for ten years,

you must know somewhere better to go

in the evenings than this blasted bar.

Short-range Shephard's group, what?

Have you... Have you seen belly dancing?

It's some fat wog woggling her behind, isn't it?

Well, then, obviously you've not seen the real thing.

Real belly dancing is... bloody exotic.

It will have you crawling right out of your chair.

- Is that right? - Quite.

As a matter of fact, I was planning to visit such a place tonight.

A place called the Cha Cha Club.

Perhaps you'd like to join me.

Well, that's very sporting of you.

Fantastic! Fantastic!

I'll go back and see if the girl will join us. Worth a try.

Yeah!

Sonja, allow me to introduce Major Smith.

Major, Sonja.

Enchanted. Enchanted to meet you.

I thought your dance was absolutely art... artistic.

Very kind, Major.

I must say, you do wear a European gown beautifully.

Thank you, Major.

And you wear the English officer's uniform perfectly.

I do wish you'd call me Sandy.

Of course... Sandy.

Ah, well, Major, I must be up early tomorrow morning.

So if you'll excuse me, please. May I escort you home, Sonja?

No, no, no, I'm more than happy... happy to do that,

that is if Sonja doesn't mind.

Of course not, Sandy.

Very well, then.

Major. Sonja.

Thank you, Slavenburg.

Enjoy.

Well...

To..

To new friendships.

To warm friendships.

Hello?

Ah, good morning, sir.

- As-salamu. - Salaam.

You own this shop?

Nicos Aristopulos at your service.

Two days ago you took 147 English pounds to the British paymaster

in exchange for Egyptian currency, right?

Yes, of course. This is the way of the honest merchant, no?

Whoa, sir, please, please...

Hello.

I haven't seen these items since Harrods, '39.

Champagne. Please take it.

Oh, and allow me to send a case to your billet.

Black marketing can get you a lot of time in the hole.

Not to mention passing counterfeit currency.

Counterfeit? I know nothing of counterfeit.

Tell me about the man that gave you that currency.

He was European, right?

Sometimes. Other times he comes as an Arab.

Oh, he buys only the best. He has lots of money.

- Alex Wolff. - Yes. Yes, that is the very man.

- Mm-hm. I deliver to his home. - Where?

The Vil...

- The... Villa Les Oliviers. - Ah.

- That is where he lives. - Not any more. Well, not lately.

Well, when do you expect him back?

Whenever he runs out of champagne, or... whatever.

You need help. I'm going to get you a clerk.

But, sir, British soldiers will frighten away my customers.

It won't be a soldier. It'll be a woman.

How dare you leave messages this morning

for that worm Smith to come here.

I loathe him.

Oh, his touch is like... slime.

Listen, darling, I want you to bring him here.

- I won't! - Like you did last time.

Sonja, don't be difficult.

This is important to me.

You cannot make me.

No, true.

But if you fail me...

...I will surely slice off your lovely lips.

You do not love me.

Why are you so terrible to me?

Oh, Sonja, I love you, desperately.

But I have other desperate needs.

Hmm?

So, the time is set for noon.

Major Smith will have no time to go to his office from the staff meeting.

He will be carrying with him a briefcase,

in which briefcase will be the notes from that meeting.

Now, I want you to be sure...

...that he puts his blouse and his briefcase right there

close to the dressing room, hmm?

Does it mean nothing to you that I despise this man

and all like him?

Of course it does.

And that is why you must do it.

It is your chance to avenge yourself against the British.

Don't you see, for a man like Smith,

you, Sonja, are the unattainable dream?

Make him crawl to you... not away.

Really, my dear, you must not leave messages for me at the office.

It's just that it's... it's not right.

I had to be with you. I dreamt of you all night.

Really?

Really?

Well, I... I dreamed of you too, but it's just that it's so early.

- You see... - I could not wait.

I need you.

- This fine, strong body. - Ooh. No.

The strength of your arms as you draw me in.

Be... Be gentle, my d... Be gentle.

Be... gentle.

It's perfect.

My maid does not come until one,

and we have...

an hour all to ourselves.

Oh, Sandy.

- Yes. - Don't bite. Don't bite.

Yes. Yes.

Be gentle.

- Gentle. - Yes.

Assault...

From west and south.

Forces consist

of one 24th armoured battalion

deployed...

I'm sorry, Major, but I was passing and saw your lights on.

That's all right. Can I fix you a drink?

Oh, thank you, Major,

but I've sort of got a young lady waiting in the car.

Oh? You sort of got her, or she's sort of waiting?

What's up?

Wireless listening service stumbled across this signal at 13:20 KCs.

Oh, yeah? What time did this come in?

Midnight, on the button. Probably his check-in time.

As you see, it starts in the clear, Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca.

And then it goes into absolute gibberish.

Mmm. Looks like a one-time notepad. No way to break this without the key.

- OK, give it to the code boys. - What do you think, Major? Wolff?

I don't know. I think we can pin up three cards for Mr. Wolff, though.

One... he uses his radio at midnight.

Two, he sets it at 13:20 KC crystal, and three...

...his code name just might be... Rebecca.

What are you doing here?

Our battle plans are formed.

We really cannot plan battles

on the basis of rumours picked up from some grubby little spy in Cairo.

I respect your advice.

The F hrer has given me carte blanche

to commit the Afrika Korps when, where and how I see fit.

Colonel, what signs confirm?

The British 32nd Tank Brigade has just been moved to Rigel Ridge.

Now, this a logical position from which to attack Sidra Ridge.

This afternoon we picked up

a low-grade cipher from an Indian brigade

requesting clarification of orders for an artillery bombardment.

I assume...

...that they will hit us at dawn, 5 June,

as Rebecca has signalled.

Let us deal then with Operation Aberdeen.

Our engineers tonight clear a gap...

in the minefield at Bir-el Harmat

so the 15th Panzers can swing south through the gap tomorrow

and attack the British from the rear.

If all goes as planned,

the British will be surrounded, cut off and... wiped out,

leaving us a clear path...

...all the way to Tobruk.

Oh, what lovely flowers.

They really are beautiful.

Oh, and, uh...

You certainly rate a kiss for that.

Oh, uh, let us not stand out here in the hallway.

Oh.

Now, this is more like it.

The champagne was a particularly nice touch.

You really like this stuff?

Oh, I love reading thrillers.

Anyhow, won't it teach me how a spy is supposed to behave?

Not exactly, no.

Oh, joke. OK.

You really should have chilled this, you know.

Yeah, I... I know.

Elene, I'll tell you why I came here today.

I want to send you on an assignment.

Remember that spy, Alex Wolff, who I was telling you about?

Yes. Nel d

- I want to send you. - What will you do if you catch him?

They'll probably hang him. They usually do. But I...

And you do not care?

My job is to catch them, not to kill them.

Whatever happens to them after that is not my business.

Oh.

You are very hard, Major.

Elene, those are the rules of war. I didn't make 'em.

Anyway, maybe you have to be hard to make the war end.

Anyway, there's this grocer, a Greek grocer named Aristopulos.

Alex Wolff frequents his store. I want to put you in as a clerk.

When Wolff comes in, Avristopulos will alert you.

And then what do I do?

Do I leap over the counter and fell him with a sack of sugar?

No. It's not a joke.

I want you to get to meet him, be nice to him, make friends with him.

Find out where he's staying.

What do you mean, make friends?

Just that. Be good to him, whatever.

I have told you I am not a prostitute.

Elene, soldiers kill people during the war and they're not murderers.

I'm asking you to find out where he's staying

and do just what you have to do.

Blame it on the war.

Well...

I guess it is no worse than other things I've had to do in my life.

I suppose so.

Hey...

I'm sorry.

So am I.

This is it, sir. It certainly looks like the Rommel communication post.

Yeah. This is what we're looking for. This is good.

- The buggers really caught it, eh? - Poor blighters.

Jake, get some boxes.

Let's get all this stuff sent back to Cairo right away.

Right you are, sir.

They're getting louder, Vandam. Jerry will soon be here.

Not to worry, Colonel.

This is the one sector our forces held, thanks to the Aussies.

Let's take a look.

Soldier, here, to me. Come and help the sergeant.

That was a close one, Sergeant.

Well, I imagine the Jerries must be at least ten kilometres off, Colonel.

My God.

Vandam... this is the message we intercepted

decoded into English at this end.

Sergeant, look.

"The British will attack on the fifth. It'll be a two-pronged assault."

Rommel's getting all his facts in advance.

No wonder our troops are being massacred.

Bloody hell.

Well, this information can only have come from a British officer.

- Yes. - What do you mean, yes?

You are responsible for personnel security.

Do you realize what a leak of this proportion means?

This is your responsibility.

Jake.

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again."

Jesus. This is it.

What are you talking about, Vandam?

You remember the coded message

we picked off the air last week signed Rebecca?

Yes. Well, go on, Sergeant.

All due respects, Colonel, every code book has a key.

Different key, different message, different text.

Very well. Well, we have got the name of the spy.

Now, all we need is the code book and the key.

All we need is the key, Colonel. We've got the book.

Guten Morgen, Feldmarschall.

Field Marshal Kesselring has done it.

He has the Luftwaffe delivering a devastating attack as promised.

No thanks to Kesselring.

We give orders to the Luftwaffe today, thank God.

Look, sir, there's the signal from the assault engineers

for the artillery to lengthen their barrage.

Ja, good, we make progress.

Ah.

In Tobruk, there is fresh fish for supper.

Liver, fried potatoes, fresh bread.

And a real bed with a feather pillow.

- And a toast to Rebecca. - Ja.

They've cut the wire at strong-point 68.

Group Menny is attacking now with infantry.

That's it. We have a gap. Let's go through it.

- Vandam? - Yes, sir.

Where's that report from Tobruk?

I asked for it half an hour ago, damn it.

We can't reach them, Colonel.

What do you mean, you can't reach them?

- We have a direct line. - The line's been cut, sir.

Well, send a messenger round. Send a speedboat round into the harbour.

Use your imagination.

Colonel, there's a battle going on out there. You know that.

Oh, I know that.

But what do you do when I ask for information of the battle?

You go into a trance over your master Boche spy.

For God's sake, man, where's your sense of priorities?

Sir... Tobruk has fallen.

Where'd you get that information, Sergeant?

Major Vandam told me to call the RAF.

Their observers report German tanks and troops all through the city.

Our troops are surrendering, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

My God.

Get your cup, Jake.

To all the idiots, incompetents and madmen

who wage war and consider themselves exalted, God bless us all.

Hi, Dad. I was looking for Tobruk on the map.

Teacher said the Germans are there.

Does that mean that they're near?

Yeah. Practically at the garden gates, Bill.

Soon they'll be looking for Gaafar and the silver.

- Are you swoggled, Dad? - Swoggled?

What kind of a word is that? Swoggled.

Oh, if you'd learned your lessons

instead of reading all those mystery novels,

you might have come up with a better word than that, Bill.

Try, uh, crocked. That's a pretty good word.

Stewed, fried, tight.

The ever elegant pissed.

And dead drunk.

That's premature, but it comes later.

Has it been a bad day, Dad?

Disastrous.

Try... Try cataclysmic.

But you'll fix it right again. You always do.

Oh, Billy.

Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy.

The fact is, your father's failed, and there's no other word for that.

Dad?

Dad, don't, please. I'm frightened.

Don't you be frightened, Bill. Don't you be frightened.

I'll never let anything happen to you ever, ever.

I'm so iry.

I'm just tired, that's all, very tired.

I knew it was something like that.

Right.

- You just need to get to bed. - Mm-hm.

You too, huh? You go on up and I'll tuck you in in a little while, OK?

- See? You're feeling better already. - Right.

In the morning you'll go out and catch all those spies,

and we'll go back to America and have a proper home again.

Right, right.

- How goes the war? - Smashing. Just smashing.

Smashing.

Smashing.

If you touch me one more time, you greasy pig,

you will be singing soprano.

Please, I would not like to sing above tenor.

And what do you want?

Nicos, you greasy pig, what are you doing to this girl?

Oh, uh, I'll be with you in a moment.

- This is my niece. - Niece?

Look here, is there something you want?

What a leading question.

Shall we start with some... English marmalade?

It is in the back.

- It's him. Him, him, him. - What are you talking about?

The bad money man, that's him, Mr. Wolff.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Will that be all, sir?

I could use a half a case of champagne.

It is right here.

I expect you would like us to deliver this order?

No, thank you. That won't be necessary.

I think that will be all. How much?

Let me see.

Aristopulos must be doing very well to employ an assistant.

Well, you would not say that if you know what he pays me.

So you don't like your job?

I would do anything to get out of here.

Anything?

Thirteen pounds, ten shillings and four pence.

How did you know that I would be paying in British sterling?

You are a British officer, are you not?

Very astute.

Keep the change.

All this champagne... You must be having a party.

I love parties.

All of life is a party.

Cheerio.

And you are sure you do not want help with that?

Yes, I'm quite sure.

But if you like parties, meet me tomorrow night

at the Oasis restaurant at 6:30.

Goodbye.

I hope you found everything to your satisfaction.

- Superb. - Mmm.

I want some more of these cakes.

Of course.

It's always an honour to have the greatest dancer in all of Cairo

grace my humble establishment.

Another one of those cakes, Ibrahim,

and you'll be graced by the fattest dancer in all of Cairo.

It's quiet here tonight.

People are staying home tonight.

Worried about this news of terrible British defeat.

- Ah, yes. - Everyone is frightened.

Ah, well. Rumours, huh?

- Life goes on. - How true, Effendi.

I'll send madam her cakes and bring your change.

So, now you think I'm fat.

Just a joke, my love.

I think that you are the loveliest woman in all of Cairo,

when you're not fussing with your hair or pouting.

Oh, come, now.

We are here to celebrate the defeat of enemies, huh?

I have a mind to throw you out of my villa.

And then what will you do to look into Sandy's briefcases?

You really must stop threatening me, Sonja.

If I were to take you seriously, we might both regret what follows.

Well, you don't care about me, about my needs.

You promised to find me another Tanya, and have you?

As a matter of fact... I think I have.

- You have? Where is she? - Softly, dear.

I must first be sure of her. A little shop girl I met this morning.

A most delicious smile.

And a very promising body.

When can I have her?

We must not rush into these things, Sonja.

I have a date with her tomorrow night.

If I find her suitable, I will bring you in at the proper time.

All right?

Yes?

Yes.

Ibrahim's?

- You're sure? - I'm quite sure, Major.

The proprietor compared the five-pound notes

with the flyer you had us circulate,

and he's positive that they're counterfeit.

A couple of MPs are on their way to Ibrahim's restaurant right now

to pick up the party.

A couple of MPs? We need a squad for this man, on the double.

I'm on my way, yeah.

When the Germans win, I expect at least a palace from you.

Oh, you shall have your palace, my love,

and... I will be...

...Hitler's ambassador to Egypt, hmm?

And wear my SS uniform to the mosque?

You'd have to take off your jackboots.

And when I visit you at your palace?

Everything else.

But not the boots.

What is taking so long?

I am sorry, Effendi, but I had to send out for change in sterling.

It will be but a few moments.

Accept a glass of my most excellent brandy.

- With my compliments. - Ah.

You're very gracious.

I am getting quite bored with this waiting.

I don't like it.

Let's go.

I'm so sorry, but it shouldn't be much longer.

- Keep the change. - Just a few moments.

- Perhaps another brandy? - No, thank you. We must go.

- May I call you a taxi? - No, we'll walk, thank you.

You can't go.

The money you gave for your bill, it's not good.

The money is counterfeit.

What are you talking about?

Are you the one who called about some counterfeit sterling?

- There was no need to call the police. - It's an offence to pass counterfeit.

I did not know it was counterfeit, Corporal.

See here. I will pay the bill by check.

And tomorrow I will turn the notes over to the paymaster,

and if they are forgeries, I will surrender them.

- I prefer cash, if you please. - Oh, stop all this nonsense.

I have Egyptian money.

I will pay the bill and we can all go home.

I'm afraid you'll have to come with us all the same.

Why? The bill is being paid properly.

My orders are to bring anyone in

for questioning in relation to forged money.