Original subtitles

ARCHER". Why is an intelligence SS officer coming here, sir?

KELLERMANN: You'll be working closely with our Dr Huth

so his thoughts will not be a mystery.

We are going to be busy, you and I.

It's Barbara Barga, New York Times.

ARCHER: American. A journalist.

And a liar.

Jimmy, I need you to check on someone.

Draw your pistol and keep your wits about you.

ARCHER: What are they gonna do? SYLVIA: I don't know.

ARCHER: Who are they?

Heroes, not collaborators like you lot.

JIMMY: He's called John Spode. ARCHER: He's after Douggie.

- Why would he want your son, sir? - John Spode's Resistance.

They want to control me and get to me through my son.

(SiNGiNG) The service of my love

(SINGING) I vow to thee, my country

All earthly things above

Entire and whole and perfect

The service of my love

The love that asks no question

- Superintendent Archer. - Headmaster.

So vital we keep up our standards.

Yes. (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR OPENS)

HUTH: Enjoying the show?

A hymn about a patriotic sacrifice.

Quaint.

Where's the man in charge?

What's the meaning of this outrage?

Outrage? Please.

Don't talk to me like that.

It sets such a bad example.

- Who are you? - I'm the headmaster.

Where is he?

Speak up!

A man called John Spode.

With one arm. He's working with the choir.

HEADMASTER: The new fellow, he... I don't know.

He... He's due here. He might be somewhere.

Then we must find him.

The man is a suspected Resistance fighter.

HEADMASTER: Then of course I hope you find him.

(H UTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

The area has been secured.

ARCHER: Sir, the SS is not needed here.

Spode is the subject of my investigation.

I must insist that his civil liberties are not infringed.

I will be the one to take him into custody.

Come on, Superintendent, you'll have scared him away.

But we'll have a thorough check all the same.

We are here to help.

Not shoot him if that's what you fear.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

HEADMASTER: This man Spode, I don't know him.

Tell them.

You're working with them. I know you are.

Tell them I'm innocent.

My God, man.

Are you going to just stand there and watch?

(DOOR OPENS)

Sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(IN GERMAN)

ARCHER: Douggie. Douggie, come here.

(HUTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Have you heard anything more from your secretary Sylvia?

I know about the Trafalgar Square business.

- You were followed, of course. - Of course.

(DOOR OPENS)

Surely she was followed too?

The man assigned to her was not experienced enough.

Not for an agent like her.

You did not realize.

A man like you.

We should have put her in the bag when we had the chance.

She smelt trouble.

Or perhaps someone warned her.

Stay here.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Ah, Sergeant.

You can take Inspector Archer's son home for him.

We've work to do.

(BANGING IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(KEYS CLATTER)

ARCHER: Where's Mrs Sheenan?

She's gone to collect Bob.

The bastards are down in the school ransacking the place, I hear.

- Can I go to Tim's? ARCHER: You're going nowhere.

- But why? - Because I said.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Thanks, Harry.

I'm glad you could trust me for something.

HARRY: Why didn't you tell me you were on for this spot?

You know damn well why.

You trust that bloody kid Dunn more than you trust me?

And I've known you for 15 years.

If you'd have just called me,

we could have rolled this up

without those Nazis

terrorizing kids in a church, for God's sake!

You think that was the last thing I wanted?

Spode's Resistance.

And I wasn't sure you wouldn't put your country above a friendship.

I wouldn't blame you.

One thing I will tell you.

That kid, Dunn,

he doesn't have the experience to handle a case like this.

HARRY: It's too dangerous.

(DOOR OPENS)

MRS SHEENAN: Move. It's fine. Don't think about it.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

ARCHER: Hello, Mrs Sheenan.

Children were held back. Processed.

Some older ones taken away.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Take off your coat.

Mrs Sheenan.

I'm going to the Two Brewers with Sergeant Woods.

Don't answer the door to anyone.

HARRY: What is it you want, Doug? Hmm?

No Resistance? No hope? Huh?

What I want is PC Dunn as well as you working on this case.

Young blood. All right?

Christ. (SIGHS)

Did you see the way Mrs Sheenan looked at me?

Don't think she likes me.

Yeah, you're in a pickle all right.

But what are you gonna do? Resign?

Get your work permit,

your ration books taken away. You've got a son.

Don't I know it.

"Murderers need catching," that's what you've always said,

and that's what you should keep doing.

'Cause you are Archer of the Yard, aren't you?

Piss off, Harry. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, and I nearly forgot.

You got an invitation. You remember someone called Sydney Garin?

Yeah. The little Armenian art dealer.

Yeah. Graf von Garin now.

Famous expert on Aryan arts.

HARRY: Sells paintings, art treasures to the Germans,

sells for them.

Anyway, he phoned and invited you to some big do.

Tomorrow night. Black tie.

Hmm, that's new.

Wonder what he's got planned for me.

Well, maybe you shouldn't go.

An antique dealer might know something about the Shepherd Market murder.

Or maybe he thinks you're in with the Germans.

Just like he is.

I'm worried about you, Doug.

You walk around with your eyes half shut.

You don't see the changes.

You don't see what we've lost, and it's only gonna get worse.

And you don't trust me,

and you can't trust yourself.

You're wrong, Harry.

You know, being Huth's man doesn't look good to some people.

You be careful out there on the streets.

Thanks for the beer.

So good of you to come and see me.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

How do you find, uh, Standartenféihrer Huth?

Enigmatic.

Yes. Well...

The Shepherd Market murder seems to have piqued his interest.

I understand that he's trying to piece together

some charred remains of some documents he'd found.

KELLERMANN: Do you expect him to find anything?

It'd be easier to put Humpty Dumpty back together.

(CHUCKLES) Humpty Dumpty.

What is that?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

This is your famous Archer, yes?

Perhaps the celebrated policeman can explain to his confused superior

the niceties of property law under military occupation.

ARCHER: Well, I have to admit

some of the niceties elude even me, General.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

KELLERMANN: Military intelligence.

Von Ruff is confident that

control of Britain will soon be passed

from the Commander in Chief of his beloved army

to Reichskommissar of our own SS ranks. (CHUCKLES)

Then we'll see who has the king's horses.

Curiously named. They call it Rotten Row.

ARCHER: Blame the French.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(REPEATS IN FRENCH)

Rotten Row.

They must have known something.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

HUTH: Scientific formulae.

Years of work probably, and he burned it.

They steal the papers and destroy them.

This Resistance are playing a funny game.

(SIGHS)

HUTH: My guess is they'll try to contact you again soon.

Probably not the girl. Next time, could be anyone.

Say yes to whatever they want.

Get their proposition.

Their proposition was to kidnap my son.

HUTH: To blackmail you.

Show them they can trust you.

They do better by negotiation than with terror attacks.

I want to control the situation.

And will the Resistance really do better by negotiating?

Well, that's what I want you to tell them.

I'm a reasonable man.

Let me hear their demands.

Whoever gives me Spode can expect favours.

Fifty Resistance men are due to be hanged.

Or not, if I intercede.

(TELEPHONE RINGS) They should know that.

Ja.

(PUTS PHONE DOWN)

We have a tip off about your secretary.

HUTH: This is her?

Yes.

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

I'll check the roof.

(DOOR RATTLING)

(PANTING)

ARCHER: Can't get away this time.

SYLVIA: Suppose you brought your friends to catch me.

ARCHER: Did you help John Spode go after my son?

I warned you, didn't I?

- I told you. ARCHER: What were you thinking?

Douggie would have been safe with me.

John wouldn't have harmed him.

How the hell would you know? (DOOR RATTLES)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

HUTH: Anything?

The door's damn hard to open.

So, she wouldn't have been able to.

No.

Did you know she was modeling for this decadent?

She's full of surprises.

She has friends in low places, this Sylvia.

Meet me at the Ministry of Information tomorrow. 1600 hours.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

HUTH: A routine check uncovered a Resistance vehicle.

A film can was hidden inside the spare wheel.

Have a seat.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(TRUMPET FAN FARE PLAYING)

REPORTER: As the citizens of the united Europe

are drafted en masse into the German war machine,

Uncle Sam considers which way to turn.

Great Britain is pinning its hopes on this gentleman.

"I'm your man," says Rear Admiral Connolly.

He claims to the be the representative of the British nation.

Confirmed by Prime Minister Winston Churchill

before his rumored execution.

But lawyers for Herr Hitler are denying his claims.

They wanna take control of the British Embassy in Washington.

Good luck, Admiral. You're gonna need it.

Such even-handed reporting.

This is two weeks old.

The only way it could have been smuggled into the country

was on board the inaugural flight from New York.

So there was a sympathizer on board the plane.

I think that's an SS matter, sir, not police business.

I happen to know that an American reporter from that flight,

a Miss Barbara Barga,

has been asking questions about you.

Well, I suppose I make an interesting story for outsiders.

(HUTH SCOFFS)

All encounters with her, I will expect to be reported.

Understood?

Any progress in your investigation? Any hunches?

Nothing worthy of your attention, sir.

Don't let me detain you, then.

(BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You have a wonderful Turner there, Superintendent.

Mr Garin. Good of you to invite me.

Ah, you're particularly welcome, Superintendent.

Quite a mélange tonight.

Everyone here except the Prime Minister.

I've seen this before.

Ah, what a memory you have.

Once belonged to the Tate.

And now it's for sale?

Well, all the museums have to get rid of things.

No more state subsidies.

Can't expect a German administration to finance our art museums, can we?

Oh, God, no.

We find it cleaner and more business-like

to buy from museums then resell to our clients in our own time.

Well, and more profitable too, I should imagine.

Mind of a policeman.

ARCHER: Something a little more specialist?

KELLERMANN: Some of our German friends can't get enough of the occult stuff.

We have half a notion that Herr Himmler himself

is going to grace us with his presence this evening.

- Himmler's in London? - So they say.

We'll hope the Resistance don't hear that.

They'll probably launch a mortar attack.

BERNARD: Garin, good evening.

KELLERMANN:: Of course you know Bernard Staines.

From Oxford days.

- Oh. ARCHER: Bernard.

I was coach of the eight when Douglas got his blue.

I never see you at the Oxford and Cambridge, Douglas.

Well, you know, these days

people like to go to their club and let their hair down

without worrying a policeman might be listening to them.

- If you'll excuse me, gentleman. - We do.

Yes, well, if anyone thinks he can relax anywhere in this town

without a block warden or a policeman listening to them,

-he's a fool. - You're right, Bernard.

And don't you forget it.

(CHUCKLES) Things will get better.

But only if we make them better.

And how would we do that?

Do you really want to know?

- Yes, I do. - Good.

Well, then maybe should, er, have a chat later.

There's someone here I'd like you to meet.

- Of course. - Splendid.

I'll catch you.

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

ARCHER: Hello, Miss Barga.

What a nice surprise.

You may compliment me on the dress.

It's Laronti from Paris.

Cost me three months' salary.

It left me speechless.

(CHUCKLES)

Nice recovery, Superintendent.

(CHUCKLES)

You buying tonight?

Sadly, I've no more space on my walls.

Though I do like the Turners.

Apparently, it's being shipped off to Goring tomorrow.

In return, Mr Garin is getting

eight or nine decadent Surrealist pieces.

Confiscated from non-Aryan owners.

Hmm, he plays the game well, does Garin.

Smooth as silk and twice as slippery.

But he sure knows how to throw a party.

Takes me back to my days in high school.

In the Midwest?

Wisconsin.

My boyfriend was on the football team and I was a cheerleader.

Well, I suppose you know how to dance, then?

We could give it a try.

(SINGING) Never stray from my side

If you love me

(CHUCKLING)

Say, you're good, Superintendent.

Well, you mustn't believe everything you read about policemen and their feet.

I used to dance quite a lot at one time.

I heard about your wife, Superintendent.

That's a terrible thing.

You have a little boy too?

I'm not alone in misfortune.

I like that you still wear the ring.

So, you're making inquiries about me?

That's part of the job.

Though I should've caught your name

and realized you were Archer of the Yard.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you mind not being recognized?

Not being recognized is part of my job.

So what happened to the football player in Wisconsin?

I married him.

Any progress on that murder case?

Oh, what the hell, you didn't ask me to dance

to talk about murder cases, did you?

Well, I...

I'm going to be very offended if you say yes to that one, mister.

Are you still married?

(CHUCKLES) Now that's more like it.

I love this song, you know that?

BARBARA: (SOFTLY SINGING) Never stray from my side

If you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Don't go home without me, will you?

(MUSIC ENDING)

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(JAZZ MUSIC RESUMES)

Excuse me.

BERNARD". Thank you for tearing yourself away from Miss Barga.

You know her?

Yeah, I spent a bit of time in Washington and, uh...

She's a popular girl.

And you seem popular with her.

Married woman.

Hmm. Divorcee.

GEORGE". Hello, Archer.

Good to see you.

ARCHER: Colonel Mayhew.

GEORGE: How's your friend, Harry Woods?

Useful prop back when I used to play.

Grumpy. He's finding it difficult.

Difficult for us all.

ARCHER: I wonder, have the family factories been taken by the Germans?

Just a question of time, my boy.

A question of time.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

GEORGE: It's bridge. A penny a point.

Never thought I'd see the day

when I'd have to start an evening like this with a pack of used cards.

Archer, we met at a counter intelligence briefing before the war.

Mayhew, here, reminded me.

There's no man I'd rather have with us this evening.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

But I'm afraid bridge isn't my strong suit.

GEORGE: Whist, then.

Wonderful. Haven't played whist since the trenches.

Thank you.

I have the character flaw of only enjoying cards if it's for money.

Awkward as Cabinet Secretary if it came out, hence the secrecy.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

GEORGE: Hmm.

Well, our host seems to be nicely in with the Germans.

Hmm, it may be that

Mr Garin's closeness with the Germans isn't entirely selfish.

ARCHER: I had wondered,

in light of present company.

GEORGE: At least with a pack of cards, you can understand the rankings.

With the Germans, I find it quite mystifying.

SS. SD.

Gestapo. Wehrmacht.

You're probably the best-placed Brit in the country

to have any understanding of this, Archer.

What a thing to be.

GEORGE: I'm guessing that the SS are trumps, would you agree?

Not exactly.

ARCHER: Yes, they can only be tried in their own court,

but the same is true of the German armed forces.

The SS can't touch that.

Come along, we're playing cards.

I'm glad that you confirmed that.

Some of the army chaps have been most helpful to us.

And with the Gestapo on their tail, they might have to be more circumspect.

Some of the army are anti-Hitler.

GEORGE: Prussian aristocrats, mostly.

Old school.

Can't abide the SS and their bullyboy ways.

ROBERT: And, erm,

what about these fellows with honorary SS ranks?

Well, Himmler uses those to muzzle and bribe his opponents.

Some of those men are his most bitter enemies.

God, I've made a trick.

So, the SS is divided Within itself,

and at war with the German army.

And yet, they managed to beat us.

What about this fellow countryman of ours?

Rear Admiral Connolly.

Well, he's a cool customer.

To walk off an aircraft carrier in Nova Scotia,

and declare yourself the leader of free Britain.

ARCHER: Yet, he's only a commander on the naval list.

And the rest are ours, I think.

Ooh.

ROBERT: Oh.

BERNARD: Thank you.

Remember that French army officer, de Gaulle?

ARCHER: He escaped to England from France.

Well, he did more or less the same thing as I remember.

Promoted himself to General and declared himself the voice of France.

But it never really came to anything.

This is different.

Connolly was acting on the instructions of the war cabinet.

It was Winston's idea.

When he himself refused to go on one of the flying boats

that left for Iceland at the very end.

So I heard.

But no one on this side of the Atlantic really knows anything about it.

Mmm.

That's less important than shoring Connolly up for now.

His position in Washington is tenuous.

It's dicey.

The Germans might take over our embassy.

And that would be a bad blow for Connolly's prestige over there.

So you're in touch with him?

Have you heard the rumors that the king is unwell?

Some people are saying he's been moved from the Tower of London to St George's.

Well, I know there's an SS Special Security Battalion

that's been quartered beside it at Hyde Park corner.

ARCHER: It's quite a force.

You can't be thinking of trying to free him.

Of course not.

Why was I invited here this evening?

Is there some connection with the Shepherd Market man?

Let's just... Let's down track, shall we?

ROBERT: We need nothing of you.

Except loyalty to your country.

We're at the knife's edge.

What about this fellow, Huth?

Could he be of value to us?

ARCHER: In what venture?

There's bad blood between him and General Kellermann.

They loathe each other, but how can that help you?

ROBERT: We just want to open channels.

As we have with the German army.

That's what he wants.

Though it could easily be a trap.

He wanted me to be open to offers.

Well, do you trust him?

Could he be

useful to us?

Well, I don't know him, he's clever.

But unpredictable.

And Kellermann, predictable and not so clever.

I think that's the way he'd like to be seen.

Harry Woods calls them Laurel and Hardy.

(INHALES SHARPLY) God, we're occupied by them.

I'll be the go-between.

BERNARD: Tell me what I have to do.

Now, wait a minute, Bernard.

Let's...

I need to get to know him better.

This is a massive risk to take.

Well, we...

We, all of us, have to take risks, Douglas.

We've taken one by telling you as much as we have.

You have nothing to fear.

(SIGHS)

I think that's enough for tonight.

I have to get going.

ROBERT: Ah, just a moment.

These gentlemen owe us money.

Cough up, Staines.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thank you, Sir Robert.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

All those terrible people there tonight.

I've seen the same, sort of, greedy-eyed politicians

from Chaco to Addis Ababa.

Brown shirts, red shirts, black shirts.

They're all after the same thing.

Colored shirts?

(LAUGHS) That,

and grabbing as much of the world as possible.

Sounds like you've been in a lot of wars.

I was 18 when my paper sent me down to Paraguay

to cover the fighting in Chaco.

Since then, I've filed stories

from China, Ethiopia, Spain.

And last year, I was in Abbeville when the German panzer divisions arrived.

It's a strange job for a woman. (SCOFFS)

Don't be such an English stuffed shirt.

(BOTH LAUGH)

So you were 18 when you saw your first war.

What did your father say?

He owned the newspaper.

Oh.

And you?

You went into the police force?

This is off the record.

You can trust me.

I wanted to set the world to rights.

Hold the front page.

(CHUCKLES) I know.

This isn't the way to the Dorchester.

Who said I was still there?

I'm renting now.

ARCHER: My lady. (CHUCKLES)

I'd ask you in for a drink,

but they need the cars back for the other guests.

That's all right.

I can phone the Yard for a car.

Your own car? You must be important.

That's what people keep telling me.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(PATS ON CAR)

You know, they've had 14 break-ins along here in the last three months.

Well, I can stand by the window if you like.

(CHUCKLES)

ARCHER: This looks like a suite at the Dorchester.

But a lot more private.

Only problem is, it's cold.

(SIGHS)

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Let me.

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

Coffee, Superintendent?

Douglas, please.

People are calling me Douglas now.

It's all part of the new mood of informalities

newspapers say that war brought.

BARBARA: Douglas, eh?

I think I like that better than superintendent.

So, would you?

Would I What?

Like coffee.

I have real grinds. They're hard to come by.

How real is your brandy?

BARBARA: Plenty real. Bring it over.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Winter in this town is gonna kill me

if I don't find some way of keeping warm.

Maybe there I can help.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

BARBARA: See how freezing I am.

Maybe you're cold blooded.

I must be.

Well, that's cosy.

Don't tear anything.

(CHUCKLES) I might not get another Paris gown as long as I live.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

You're not going.

I must.

To go home?

Well, it's a bit early for the office.

Don't be irritable. (CHUCKLES)

I'm just trying to discover if there's someone else.

Not that I know of.

I've to get back for my son.

Kiss me.

BARBARA: Those people you spoke with tonight,

Sir Robert Benson, Colonel Mayhew and Staines.

Don't tell them, "No."

Tell them, "Yes."

Tell them, "Next week."

Or tell them, "Maybe."

But don't tell them, "No."

Was it them who told you to go along to the antique shop that day?

No.

Then what were you doing there?

Asking about a roll of film.

Lay off, will you, Doug?

Any other advice for me?

Just that a friend,

a guy who covers the White House,

says that Bernard Staines

met with Roosevelt three times in the last month.

One of those meetings took place on the presidential yacht

and lasted nearly two hours.

These guys are into something big, Douglas.

I'm telling you, don't go back there and say, "No deal."

What if I did?

Then they'll kill you.

You know too much now to be allowed to stay uncommitted.

Like I said,

I've seen a thousand guys like this all over the world.

If it came to choosing between your life

and a chance to get US government recognition of the Connolly set-up,

do you think they would hesitate for one moment?

Can I use your phone?

(DIALING)

CID, Duty Officer.

HUTH: (OVER PHONE) You fool, Archer.

Why do you think we authorize a car service for these big parties?

So we know where everyone goes.

Are you still with the girl?

ARCHER: Yes, sir.

Stay there. I'm sending someone to bring you to me.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ENGINE STARTS)

If you are as clever as I am told,

you will have deduced how important this case is to us.

And Why would that be?

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Spode was an atomic physicist.

It looks like the Resistance killed him

because he was continuing his work under the Germans.

ARCHER: But not under the SS,

or Dr Huth wouldn't need to bring his own expert

to determine what caused those burns on his corneas.

Hmm.

Go on.

Well,

given the rivalry between the SS and the Army,

the Army being in control of a secret atomic program

puts them in front, doesn't it'?

Only if an atom bomb really is within their grasp.

It would have the ability to wipe out,

perhaps, even an entire city.

That is why it is imperative

that we find the brother alive.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Schlussszene.

The final act.

Your operation to take control of the atomic bomb.

Precisely.

Then the Reich will be truly invincible.

I was under the impression you thought you already were.

(CHUCKLES)

There's always room for improvement, Archer.

With Germany holding the super bomb, it will be an end to our war.

The final phase of our ascendancy,

prosperity and order.

We will bring our industries here.

Bosch. Siemens.

Your people will be fully employed.

This country will be transformed.

Into what?

There's a standing instruction, Superintendent.

All senior police officers provide a contact address or phone number,

day and night.

Yes.

Come on. I'm going to give you a lesson you will never forget.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

Just wait, you will see what your friends are like.

ARCHER". This is the area where I used to live.

Why are you bringing me here?

What's going on?

This was my home.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(YELLS IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY OUTSIDE)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Oh, Jimmy.

"I was an English hunting dog,

"working for the German huntsman.

"The gallant British patriots."

I'm proud of them.

(SIGHS)

Don't turn your back, man. This is your doing.

(WATER SPLASHING)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SNIGGERS)

So, at last, a flicker of emotion.

I thought I would never see it.

Jimmy was just doing his job.

The gallant patriots of the Resistance murdered him.

But you punch me.

My wife died here!

They were the ones who chose to put the body here.

(BREATHING HEAVILY))

ARCHER: When did they find him?

HUTH: 2247 hours.

Foot patrol is on the clock every two hours.

Not exactly making things difficult for the partisans.

This is an announcement that they intend to kill you

unless you do as they say.

You realize that, don't you?

(WATER SLOSHING)

HUTH: No feelers yet?

Nobody asked you any subtle questions about how you like working for the Hun'?

No.

HUTH: Curious.

Since your reputation has grown,

I would have expected some whining and sniffing around you by now.

Yeah, well, I'll go home and wait for a carrier pigeon.

Save your humour for Harry Woods.

Sergeants have to laugh at their superior's jokes.

HUTH: What about Barbara Barga, the American journalist?

She just wanted a story.

Everybody wants something it seems.

These are dangerous people.

Don't try and play both ends against the middle.

Just remember, the axe never mourns the tree it fells.

Are you all right, Mr Archer?

Go to bed.

Is it your wife you're thinking of?

I know how you must feel.

How can you possibly know

how I must feel?

- I'm sorry, I... - Leave me in peace.

Please.

Yeah.

(SNIFFS)

HARRY". Jimmy was our last boy left.

ARCHER: Whoever did this... HARRY". No. It's you, Doug.

You did this.

ARCHER". These people will turn on anyone they start to doubt.

Let him go!

What the hell are you doing here with German Army Intelligence?

(GRUNTING)

HUTH". I'm hoping to make an arrest, Captain.

(GRUNTS)

Listen to me! This time, we don't have much time!

BARBARA". I'm not a spy, Douglas.

I hear people lie to me all the time.

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