All language subtitles for Darling Lili (1970) EN

Often I think

this sad old world

is whistling in the dark

Just like a child

who, late from school

walks bravely home

through the park

To keep their spirits soaring

and keep the night at bay

Neither quite knowing

which way they are going

they sing the shadows away

Often I think

my poor old heart

has given up

for good

And then I see

a brand new face

1 glimpse

some new neighbourhood

So walk me back home

my darling

tell me dreams really come true

Whistling

whistling

here

in the dark with you

So walk me back home

my darling

tell me dreams really come true

Whistling

whistling

here in the dark

with you

Play Pack Up Your Troubles.

Don't go. Don't worry.

Pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag

And smile, smile, smile

While you've a lucifer to light your fag

Smile, boys, that's the style

What's the use of worrying?

Get back to your seats.

It never was worthwhile

So pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag

And smile

Come on.

Smile, smile

Again!

Pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag

And smile, smile, smile

While you've a lucifer to light your fag

Smile, boys, that's the style

What's the use of worrying?

It never was worthwhile

So

Pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag

And smile, smile, smile

Keep the Home Fires Burning.

Keep the home fires burning

While your hearts are yearning

Though your lads are far away

They dream of home

There's a silver lining

Through the dark cloud shining

Turn the dark cloud inside out

Till the boys

Tipperary!

Come home

It's a long way to Tipperary

It's a long way to go

It's a long way to Tipperary

To the sweetest girl I know

Goodbye, Piccadilly

Farewell, Leicester Square

It's a long, long way to Tipperary

But my heart's right there

Bravo!

- Good evening, Miss Lili.
- Hello, Emma.

- The Colonel's in the study.
- Thank you.

- Emma, I'd love some tea.
- Yes, miss.

Kurt.

How nice.

- How are you, my dear?
- Fine.

That's most important, Lili.

We must know
exactly how the Allies are planning

to utilise the military aircraft.

The war is changing.

It is moving into the air,

and, Lili,

we cannot afford to minimise
this new potential.

As each new squadron is formed,
the air war expands,

the ground war is altered,
forced to shift,

and to, how would you say,

-to accommodate on a day-to-day basis.
- It's hard to believe.

What, that those ridiculous little
aircrafts could make such a difference?

Yesterday Baron von Richthofen led
six of those ridiculous little aircraft...

Thank you. In an attack
on the ammunition depot in Toulon.

The explosion
shattered windows in Paris.

It also stopped a well-planned
enemy attack in the Argonne sector.

Incidentally, I understand

you're to be decorated
by the French government.

Yes.

When?

- No date's been set, but soon, I expect.
- The sooner the better.

- Good evening, Mr Bedford.
- Good evening, Sergeant.

Sorry to disturb you at this late hour,
but we've reason to believe

-there's a German spy in the vicinity.
- Blimey.

You haven't seen
or heard anything suspicious, have you?

Not a thing,
but I'll certainly let you know if I do.

Is Miss Lili down for the weekend?

Yes, her uncle's staying with us.

I believe you met Mr von Ruger
when he was here last summer.

Yes, the distinguished
Swedish gentleman.

- Swiss.
- Yes, that's right, Swiss.

Give Miss Lili my regards,
and her uncle,

and keep your eyes open, Mr Bedford.

- I certainly will. Good night, Sergeant.
- Good night.

Trouble?

Nothing we can't handle.

We just have to be careful.

Your assignment
is the famous Major William Larrabee.

Of the five men having access
to the day-to-day planning of the air war,

he would seem to be the best prospect.

He's young, attractive, unmarried.

That's a change.

I'm getting weary
of diplomats and old generals.

The Major is considered
to be quite the ladies' man.

If you're gonna spend any length of time
in France

you should arrange some concerts,
maybe visit some of the hospitals.

Yes.

Success.

Major Larrabee.

Look out!

What's he doing?

Good morning, Colonel.

General.

You know Kraus?

Yes.

I understand you've assigned
Project Sparrow to Lili Smith.

Lili Schmidt.

But that, my dear Colonel,
is precisely the distinction

that separates our points of view.

You say Schmidt, I say Smith.

Her father was German.

Her mother is English.
Lili Smith is an English subject.

She left Germany when she was 10.

Forgive me, General, but I am not going
to debate this issue with you again.

Her record speaks for itself.

My dear Colonel, I'm almost as
impressed with her record as you are.

Impressed,

not convinced.

That is unfortunate, General,

because until I am relieved
of my command,

or you obtain the necessary authority
to countermand my orders,

I will continue to assign to Lili Schmidt

whatever project
seems to me appropriate.

You forget yourself, Colonel.

I am still your superior officer,
and I will stop you

if I have to go to the Kaiser to do it.

I'll be happy
to make an appointment for you.

I'm having lunch with him this afternoon.

Von Ruger,
that woman is a security risk.

She's an emotional female
who, in my opinion,

involved herself
for all the wrong reasons

and because of your
personal relationship,

you refuse to admit
the potential danger!

Concerning my personal relationship
with the lady, General,

it is, first, none of your business
and second,

it in no way influences
her capabilities as an agent.

Regardless of what you may think,
she is the perfect spy,

and the ideal person
to succeed with Project Sparrow.

And now, if you'll forgive me,
I'll be late for lunch.

Kraus.

They tell a story back in London town

That when you hear taps sound

Then all you soldiers have a sweetheart

Who always comes

around

When night is falling

She comes calling

The girl in no man's land

She comes to cheer them

And be near them

The dream they understand

Doughboys

weary, cold, and lonely

Know her

as their one and only

The angel who

at close of day

Comes 'round to kiss

their cares

away

When this is over

You'll discover

You'll discover

The love

you've always planned

Until that time

pretend that I'm

The girl

in no man's land

Doughboys weary, cold, and lonely

Know her

as their one and only

The angel who

at close of day

Comes 'round to kiss

their cares away

When this is over

You'll discover

The love you've always planned

Until that time

pretend that I'm

The girl

in no man's

land

Very good.

Very good, my dear.

Damn good show, old girl.
Damn good show.

Just seat me there.

Alors, jouons Rainy Day, d'accord?

Smile away

each rainy day

And laugh away your blues

Be like old Mr Noah

When it starts to pour

Make fun of trouble

Although you're seein' double

Keep in mind

they're silver-lined

Those gloomy clouds of grey

Let love light the sky up

Tell the clouds to dry up

And smile away each rainy day

Here he comes.

I have to dine
with two generals this evening.

The unofficial headquarters

of Major Larrabee's squadron
is the Cafe Cancan.

Excuse me, ma'am, General.

'Cause I'm a little drunk,
but there's something I just got to say.

- Ma'am, you are an inspiration.
- Thank you.

I heard you sing in London,
and you sang

It's a long way to Tipperary

And, ma'am, it was inspirational!

What was that?

I just told the General you heard me
sing It's a Long Way to Tipperary.

Oh, yeah, you should've heard her,
General. You, too, General.

It was purely, purely inspirational.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am.

What was that?

He says you're
one of the famous Eagle Squadron.

He says you're
one of the famous Eagle Squadron.

Yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant George
"Youngblood” Carson.

How do you do?

My grandmother
was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian.

- How exciting.
- It was for my granddaddy.

Listen, if it wouldn't be
putting you to too much trouble,

I've got some buddies over there
just dying to meet you.

Hey, fellows!

- What's happening?
- Come here.

Don't get up, General,
it's just my squadron.

- Meet Miss Lili Smith.
- How do you do, miss? I'm...

Come on, Long Way to Tipperary.

You know it. Let's hear it.

Yeah, jolly good, that's it. Yeah, that's it.

Hey, everyone. Come on, everyone.

Pick it up.

Sing it. Sing it for me. Let's hear it.

Yes, sing it for me.
Now, sing it for me. Sing it.

Hello. I should sing and dance it.

That's it. Oh, yeah. Singing it.

Everybody give it to me.

It's a long way to Tipperary

Thank you.

It's a long way to go

It's a long way to Tipperary

To the sweetest girl I know

Goodbye, Piccadilly

Farewell, Leicester Square

There it is.

It's a long, long way to Tipperary

But my heart's right there

Hey, come on.

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Hasn't been kissed in 40 years

Hinky-dinky parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parlez-vous

She got the Palm
and the Croix de Guerre

For washin' soldiers' underwear

Hinky-dinky parlez-vous

One night I had beaucoup jack
Parlez-vous

One night I had beaucoup jack

Gentlemen, you are dears, and I would
love to kiss you all good night,

but...

But I'm only a tourist,
not a permanent resident.

- Wait a minute, she's got a point.
- What point?

You're beautiful,
but you're just too much.

So, in the interest of saving time,
and as the senior Cherokee Indian,

1 will say good night for us all.

- Miss Lili.
- Lieutenant?

Plant it right here.

Inspirational. Purely inspirational.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Hasn't been kissed in 40 years

Hinky-dinky parlez-vous

The General got the Croix de Guerre
Parlez-vous

The General got the Croix de Guerre
Parlez-vous

All6?

- Hello, uncle.
- Hello, my dear.

How was the evening?

- You should know, you were there.
- You don't miss anything, do you?

One of Major Larrabee's men said

he was on some kind
of important mission.

That's too bad.

I've no doubt you'll meet
the Major another time.

I hope so. In the meantime,
should we get together?

How about a late breakfast,
say around noon?

- I look forward to seeing you.
- Bye, darling.

Bye, uncle.

- Any instructions?
- No.

Thank you.

- I'm Bill Larrabee.
- How do you do?

I have champagne, caviar,
marinated truffles,

brilliant foie gras, and half a dozen
assorted Hungarian Gypsies.

Sounds delicious.

- I thought we'd go on a picnic.
- At 3:00 in the morning?

It's the best time. No ants.

- That's my squadron, dawn patrol.
- Is it?

- When do you have to report back?
- Friday.

When do you have to
go back to England?

Soon.

Not too soon, I hope.

- It depends.
- On what?

I'm beginning to think, Major,
it might just possibly depend on you.

What's he like?

Attractive, charming,

conceited.

- And when do you see him again?
- Tonight.

- And when do you see him again?
- Tonight.

He's on leave until Friday.

You better get some sleep.

I think you're right.

No, relax.
Stay and finish your breakfast.

I'll contact you the minute
I have something important.

- Pleasant dreams.
- Thank you, darling.

- A picnic at 3:00 in the morning.
- Best time. No ants.

It's 11:00, Miss Lili.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night?

I fly at dawn.

Good night, darling.

"I fly at dawn"?

- Quote, unquote.
- Amazing.

Yes, makes a girl feel a bit insecure.

You? Insecure?

Not really, but, you must admit,
it is a bit unnatural.

Yes, considering the provocation,
but that's really beside the point.

It is?

The information you've extracted
from Major Larrabee

has greatly exceeded our expectations,
and should the need

for more persuasive measures arise,
I'm sure that you'll be up to it.

Yes, but will Major Larrabee?

The gentlemen
are from French army intelligence.

Are they?

Mademoiselle Smith,
what a pleasure to meet you.

Good morning.

- Please forgive us this intrusion.
- No intrusion at all.

This is my colleague,
Lieutenant Liggett.

Very...

And I am Captain Duvalle.

We are with army intelligence.

Won't you sit down?

Now, how can I help you?

You are a friend
of Major William F. Larrabee.

Yes.

We have reason to believe
that Major Larrabee

is passing military secrets to the enemy.

You can't be serious.

There is no question
that vital data is leaking out

concerning allied air operations.

And, mind, there are very few men
having access to this information.

The foremost is Major Larrabee.

We strongly suspect
that he is passing the information

to a German secret agent.

But this is preposterous, even to
suggest that Major Larrabee's a traitor.

I hope I'm wrong
and that is why we are here.

We need your cooperation.

What sort of cooperation?

Watch, listen,
report anything suspicious.

- You're asking me to be an informer.
- I'm asking you to help establish

Major Larrabee's guilt or innocence.

Mademoiselle Smith,

we must discover
who this German agent is

and apprehend her.

It is a matter of national sécurité.

It is a matter of self-respect.

When you have some proof
of your allegations,

then I might, perhaps, reconsider.

- Her?
- Pardon?

- You said apprehend her.
-l...

It's our opinion that Major Larrabee
is giving information to a woman.

Of course, it's only an opinion.

It seems reasonable
to assume that a man like the Major...

I mean, with his record...

Military record.

If he is passing information
to the enemy, he is doing so unwillingly.

I mean, unknowingly. He's being

coerced.

He's being seduced.

Yes.

As I've said before,
when you have some proof,

then I might consider helping you,

but until such time,
I'm afraid it's out of the question.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Naturally, of course, we can count
on your discretion in this matter.

- Naturally.
- Good day.

- Good day.
- Good day.

- You heard?
- Yes.

If I continue with Major Larrabee,

it could be just a matter of time

before they discover
that I'm the one they want.

On the other hand,
if I stop seeing the Major

and the flow of information
stops at the same time,

they'll know immediately.

Interesting situation.

If you're good at riddle solving

If you make the claim

That no puzzle ever puzzles you

Here is one that needs evolving

Here's a guessing game

That should be a snap for you to do

I'll give you three guesses

Who loves you

Who's loved you
Right from the start

Not your mother

Who likes to baby you so

And not the girl back home

You used to know, oh, no

There's somebody special
Who needs you

Together or apart

Bet you don't need three guesses

And not even two

To know that I'm the one
Sweetheart

There's somebody special
Who needs you

Together or apart

Bet you don't need three guesses

And not even two

To know that I'm the one

Sweetheart

Miss Smith!
Miss Smith, your curtain call.

Would it be indiscreet
to say that I missed you?

No.

- To say that I missed you terribly?
- Not quite.

Desperately?

- Possibly.
- Passionately?

- Definitely.
- Would you settle for desperately?

I'll settle for passionately.

- What about my reputation?
- I'll risk it.

You look tired, darling.

- I am, a little bit.
- Was it that bad?

No, not that bad, but bad.

- The Baron plays pretty rough.
- The Baron?

Von Richthofen.

He fights very well, that gentleman.

- When do you have to be back?
- Sunday.

- Not till Sunday night.
- Then you can get plenty of rest.

I thought, if you have nothing to do,

we could ride
out to the country tomorrow.

I know a lovely little spot.
Quiet, romantic,

guaranteed to restore the body
and renovate the soul.

Or is it the other way around?

- Either way, it sounds marvellous.
- Marvellous it is.

And tonight we eat, we drink,

-we forget the Baron.
- It really was bad, wasn't it?

It was hell.

Army intelligence.

We would like a table for two.

And as near as possible, if you please,
to Major Larrabee's table.

I don't understand.

I'm aware that we have no reservations,

but this is official government business.

Allez. Allez.

I am sorry, but I am not the head waiter.

- Go find the head waiter.
-0Oui.

My apologies, monsieur.

Thank you.

- Are they really that good?
- Yes, they're delicious. Will you try one?

- No.
- Come on, try one.

- Some other time.
- My foot!

Your drink, my foot.

Now, go on, there we are.
Sit down, old sport.

There you are, you can sit down there.
Good girl. And I'll sit down...

Excuse me, could we borrow this chair?

Yes, of course.

I have to put my leg up.
You see, I've got a plaster and...

Good God.

I thought you were in hospital.

My goodness me.
They let you out, too, did they?

- How are you? Any better?
- I'm fine, thank you.

Yes, well, so am ll.
I mean, with this thing here,

and I'm over there with...
I don't know what her name is.

- Anyway, who are you with?
- Major Larrabee.

Major Larrabee?

I know him very well.
We fly together everywhere.

- Really?
- Yes, we do.

- Hello, old cock.
- Hello.

- We've just been talking about you.
- Were you?

Yes. Nice to see you
up and about again,

even though you are sitting down.
Anyway, bye-bye, now.

Very nice, dear. Off we go.

And I'll see you...

Incidentally, old cock,
how did you fare this weekend

with Operation Crepe Suzette?

Incidentally, old cock,
that mission was top-secret.

Oh. Yes, yes.

What?

Just a minute.
Get that thing down, you fool.

Back with that.

Get these men off me!

And it happens that he's drunk,
always is.

- Even when he flies?
- Always is.

I don't believe it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- But then why does he drink?
- Because he's afraid to fly.

- Then why does he fly?
- Because he likes to drink.

Well, sooner or later,
he's bound to get himself killed.

Sooner or later, he probably will.

Meanwhile, he has seven planes
to his credit.

- What? You're not serious.
- I certainly am.

You mean
he shot down seven German planes?

- No, he shot down seven French planes.
- What?

Actually, he only shot down one.

The rest he just wrecked.

And when you consider he's only been
at the front for about six months,

it's an incredible record.

- And you're an incredible liar.
- My word of honour.

As of last Friday,

Lieutenant Twombly-Crouch
was tied with von Richthofen

for the championship.

- I still don't believe you.
- Neither does anybody else.

That's what keeps old T.C. flying,
or crashing, as the case may be.

Nobody believes it,
including his squadron commander.

- And who's that?
- Me.

What was all that talk about
top-secret missions and Crepe Suzette?

Just talk.

You know,
I think you're some kind of a spy.

If 1 told you I was?

- I know lots of military secrets.
- Good.

Back in a minute to pry them out of you.

Crepe Suzette.

What?

That's exactly what he said.
Operation Crepe Suzette.

- What else?
- That it's top-secret. So far, that's all.

But he's planned a weekend
in the country

and I'll contact you
as soon as I have the information.

Bill?

Major Larrabee?

Look!

Bonjour.

Au revoir.

To us.

- Bill, do me a favour?
- Sure.

It's possible, I suppose,
but my every instinct says no.

No lines, no campaign.

In the first place, it isn't necessary
and in the second place,

Then what's the alternative?

I want whatever happens this weekend
to be honest.

Another woman?

Since I have nothing to gain
by lying to you,

It's our opinion that Major Larrabee
is giving information to a woman.

I fly at dawn. Good night, darling.

I think you're
the most provocative, exciting,

How did you fare
with Operation Crepe Suzette?

And most desirable woman
I've ever met.

He's being coerced.

He's being seduced.

Yes, I am a little tired.

I'll buy that.

Operation Crepe Suzette.
Suzette. Suzette.

Lili?

Lili?

- Anything wrong?
- No.

- Any more champagne?
- Plenty.

What?

- Darling, I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.

- It was an accident.
- No, it's okay.

- I've ruined your shirt.
- Doesn't matter.

Shouldn't you change?

What's the difference?
It's coming off in a minute anyway.

Subtle.

What's wrong?

I was just going to ask you.

- Ask me what?
- What's wrong?

- With me?
- Yeah.

Nothing, darling,
but I do sense something about you.

- Me?
- It's really not important.

Of course it's important.

The girl that went into that bedroom
is not the same girl who just walked out.

- Rubbish.
- It's not rubbish.

We're having our first fight.

We are not fighting.
I'm simply trying to point out...

Bill.

Excuse me.

- Carry me.
- What?

Carry me.

I have champagne.

Here. Compliments of the management.

My room.

- Will you be ordering dinner?
- No.

My room.

I'm sorry, darling.

Bill,

would you excuse me just one minute?

Be right back.

Shan't be long.

- Are you out of your mind?
- He lied to you.

- What?
- He didn't fly last weekend.

There was no encounter
with von Richthofen.

Wait a minute. I have a better idea.

Larrabee's squadron was in the air,
but Larrabee was not.

Moreover, we've checked every channel
and nothing at all has filtered down

about any operation Crepe Suzette.

So, either it is even more important
than we imagined,

or it simply doesn't exist.

- And if it doesn't?
- Then he's onto you.

I'm sorry, darling. Really, I am.
I just can't help it.

- Are you all right?
- What do you mean "all right"?

Come now, you've got to admit

seduction can really be very funny
if you stop to think about it.

But you're not supposed to stop
to think about it.

Oh, Bill, that's
a terribly naive point of view

for a man of your sophistication
and experience.

- Bill?
- Look,

-couldn't we talk about this tomorrow?
- Oh, my love.

- Damn it, Lili.
- Sorry. I really can't help it.

If you really wanted me,
it shouldn't matter anyway.

Come here.

My sweet.

My love.

What is it?

- What did you just call me?
- What?

- What did you just call me?
- When?

Think.

- What in the...
- Think! What did you just call me?

What do you mean?
How do I know what I called you?

You called me darling,

you called me your love,
and you called me something else.

I said you were wonderful.

You called me something else, a name.

A name?

- Suzette.
- What?

- You called me Suzette.
- The hell I did.

- The hell you didn't. You did.
- The hell I did.

- Why would I call you Suzette?
- I don't know.

- Do you know a Suzette?
- No!

- You don't?
- No.

- Bill...
- Yeah?

I'm sorry.

I am.

- My pet.
- What?

"My pet.” That's what I called you.

"My pet"?
- You're damn right.

My pet, sounds like Suzette.
Suzette, my pet. My pet, Suzette.

- That's what I called you.
- Oh.

- Now what's wrong?
- Nothing.

Don't tell me nothing.

- Did you really call me "my pet"?
- Yes.

I really called you "my pet.”

- What's the matter with that?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Okay.

Oh, shoot.

Oh, Bill. Oh, darling.
Oh, sweet, forgive me.

I've been behaving like
an idiot schoolgirl and I'm sorry.

I adore you.

There have been others?

- Oh, my darling.
- Many?

- Bill.
- What?

- You're not being honest.
- What do you mean, not being honest?

- What about Suzette?
- Damn it to hell, Lili,

-I told you, there is no Suzette.
- Operation Crepe Suzette.

- That's not a woman.
- Then what is it?

For God's sake, Lili,
you heard T.C. the other night.

Operation Crepe Suzette
is a military secret.

That's what you said.

And that's what it is.
It's so important, I can't even tell you.

It isn't that I don't trust you.
It's just a matter of national security.

I wouldn't even tell my own mother.

All right.

You want to know
about Operation Crepe Suzette?

I'll tell you
about Operation Crepe Suzette.

I'd rather you didn't.

You're gonna hear about it anyway.

- I don't want you to break...
- The hell with security!

I want to get this straight
once and for all.

You want honesty,
you're going to get honesty,

and I could get shot for it.

I'm gonna give you every little detail
of the biggest military operation

since Battle of the Marne.

Last weekend, after I left you,

I reported to intelligence
for a top-secret briefing and it was big.

I mean, really big. Everybody was there.

D'Esperey, Hirschauer, Joffre,
all of them.

And the English brass, too.
Rawlinson, even Haig.

The Germans
were building a secret weapon so big,

so devastating, that it might have
ended the war tomorrow.

Every available squadron
was ordered into the air,

and I was to lead the attack.
The plan was to mass over Starnberg.

He lied to you.

He didn't fly last weekend.

There was no encounter
with von Richthofen.

It was the most concentrated bombing
effort of the war to this day.

And the code name
for the whole operation was

Crepe Suzette.

- And you led the attack?
- Yes.

Lili. Lili.

What the hell did I do, Lili?

This is ridiculous.
At least tell me what I did wrong.

Lili!

Lili.

- Where are you going?
- I fly at dawn.

Lili!

Lili!

- Lili, now, stop it!
- I am going back to Paris.

You were going to take my car
and leave me here?

Damn right!

- Choke it.
- I'd be delighted.

Swine! Egomaniac!

Lili!

Open this door!

I'm warning you, Lili,
if you don't open this door,

I'm gonna break it down.

Lili!

- Where is she?
- I think she is in her room, sir.

Damn it, woman, we're going
to settle this once and for all.

- Get out of here!
- Not until we settle this.

- There's nothing to settle.
- The hell there isn't!

- Go settle it with Suzette.
- Suzette, my foot.

Suzette, my crepe.
Get out of my shower!

- What are you doing?
- Now, let's have it.

You bastard!

- You going to tell me?
- Yes.

- Generals Haig and...
- Rawlinson?

What about Generals Haig
and Rawlinson?

They were having dinner with me

the night they were supposed
to be briefing you.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

So I'm a liar.
What would you rather I be, a traitor?

- What?
- You heard me, I said traitor.

The lives of hundreds,
thousands of men

depend upon Operation Crepe Suzette

being kept a secret.

What in the name of hellish vanity
makes you think

I'd compromise that in the name
of your adolescent, narcissistic ego?

- My ego?
- Sure, I lied to you. I had to.

You know what?
I think you're glad you caught me lying.

- Rubbish.
- It is?

I think maybe you have
to come up with excuses

-just to avoid the moment of truth.
- What?

In a word, Miss Smith,
I think it's just possible you're a virgin.

- Bill?
- Yeah?

Turn on the warm water.

Get off! Boches!

Gentlemen.

Mademoiselle Smith.

Do sit down.

We have come to speak to you again
about Major Larrabee.

Yes?

Since last we met,
certain new evidence has come to light.

And now we believe
we know the identity of the person

to whom Major Larrabee
has been passing information.

She's a well-known entertainer.

Really?

Her name is Suzette Maldue.

- Who?
- Perhaps you've heard of her.

She's known as Crepe Suzette.

Your Good-Will Ambassador

Would like to know
Are you doing okay

Your Good-Will Ambassador

Would like to feel
You're enjoying your stay

If you're calm and placid or

if you've a red hot desire to roam

I want to get you all to know Paree

For there's a fast Paree
And there's a slow Paree

We'll do the whole big, sexy potpourri

'Cause baby
I'm going to make you at home

We'll do the whole big, sexy potpourri

'Cause baby
I'm going to make you at home

Or on the Left Bank
I'm going to make you at home

Or on the Right Bank

I'm going to make you

at home

That filthy, scheming, cheating, faking,

lying, egotistic, self-indulgent,
hedonistic, son of a...

Think we can do it?

Yes, but you had better fly,
'cause I haven't been drinking.

Hait!

Wait for me!

Wait a minute!

Just a minute. Where are you going?

I'll give you three guesses

Who loves you

Who's loved you
Right from the start

Not your mother

Who likes to baby you so

And not the girl back home

You used to know

Oh, no

There's somebody special

Who needs you

Together

or apart

Bet you don't need three guesses

And not even two

To know that I'm the one

Sweetheart

Are you absolutely sure?

You can see her any night at that place,
all of her.

- How fascinating. I'll look into it.
- Yes, I thought you'd want to do that.

You can take my word for it
that Operation Crepe Suzette

has never existed, except in bed.
And no doubt he's operating right now.

You sound jealous.

Don't be an ass.

And how was everything at the front?

Fine.

Fine.

- Hurt yourself?
- No, it's nothing.

- Just a flesh wound.
- It's nothing serious.

- Was it the Baron again?
- No.

This time, believe it or not,

I happened to be up in a German plane.

"Believe it or not." Well, well.
Why don't you tell me all about it?

Lili...

- What's up?
- Up?

- Funny you should mention that.
- What?

You were...

You were up. In the air, so to speak.

- Sort of a pun.
- A pun?

Darling, I'm sorry. I'm not myself today.

I've been worried to death about you,

and then you come in
limping on that thing,

and you must admit
that under the circumstances,

it's a bit difficult to be reasonable
and calm.

You...

You really worried about me?

Come on, now. Tell me all about it.

We did run into the Baron.

- T.C. got shot down.
- No.

- He's all right.
- Thank God.

I managed to land nearby,

but before I could find T.C.,
the Germans found me.

- You were behind enemy lines.
- Yeah.

- How frightful.
- Yeah.

- I had to burn my plane.
- That sweet little plane?

I had no choice.
A lucky shot put my plane out of action.

- I had to make a run for it.
- All the way to France?

No, I mean...

We did have to cover
quite a bit of territory.

- We?
- T.C. and ll.

- You found him again.
- Yeah.

And yesterday morning
we stumbled on a German airfield

and we stole von Richthofen's plane.

You must be exhausted.

A little.

What?

Did you really steal
von Richthofen's plane?

Yes.

In a pig's eye, you did.

Lili! Lilit

Lili, open this door!

Lili!

- Yes!
- Lili?

Yes.

Unfortunately, your friend, the Major,
has borrowed the Baron's plane.

Lili!

You mean, he really did steal
von Richthofen's plane?

Liliz

- Bill! Bill!
- No.

- Darling, it must've been awful.
- Damn it to hell, Lili.

- Come on, lean on me.
- No, wait.

- Please don't scold.
- I'm not going to scold.

- I just want to get things straight.
- But I believe you.

- No, you don't.
- I do.

How do I know? You're not dependable
about these things.

I promise, I swear,
I'll never ever doubt you again.

- Yes, you will.
- I won't.

- I don't trust you.
- But I believe, honestly.

Come on, let's get you off your feet.
I'm sorry.

No. No, Lili.

- I can't stay.
- You can't?

There's something important
I've got to take care of.

- Right now?
- Right now.

- This minute?
- It can't wait.

Lili,

-do you believe?
- Of course, I believe it.

But what in the world
could be so important that...

Do you believe?

- I believe.
- Okay.

- See you soon.
- How soon?

Just as soon as I can make it.

I believe.

Bedford, get the car!

Should I follow them?

No.

Take this and put it under her mattress.

That's our codebook.

When they've been arrested
we'll change the code, now move!

- Capitaine Duvalle.
- Captain Duvalle, this is Lili Smith.

Mademoiselle Smith.

You know how I've resisted
your allegations

concerning Major Larrabee.

Well, there is something
I now feel I must tell you.

Major Larrabee has said several things
which make it absolutely clear

that he is indeed passing
important military information

to this... This Suzette.

- Major Larrabee?
- Yes.

- Suzette Maldue?
-0Oui.

I am Captain Duvalle
of army intelligence.

Yes.

I must regrettably inform you,
and you, Miss Maldue,

that you are both under arrest.

- Under arrest?
- What for?

High treason.

- What in the hell are you talking about?
- Please, Major.

"According to Captain Duvalle
of French army intelligence

"a search of Miss Maldue's lodgings

"turned up vital
and damaging evidence.”

You realise what this means, Lili?

- You can change the code.
- It's been changed already.

It's not so easy
to replace Major Larrabee.

Would it have been easier
to replace me?

Captain Duvalle
was suspicious of Suzette,

but sooner or later,
he was bound to discover the truth,

unless he had positive evidence
against her.

I decided to protect myself
by providing him with that evidence.

- And eliminate a rival.
- Don't be an ass.

That's the second time
you've called me that.

Really?

The first time was when I suggested

that you might be becoming
emotionally involved.

Yes, I remember.

And the second time
was when I suggested

that you might be becoming
emotionally involved.

Lili, surely you must've known
that by implicating Suzette

you could not help
but implicate the Major.

Do you really love him so much?

Here we are.
Try to look reasonably happy.

After all,
it isn't every day that a German spy

is awarded
the French Legion of Honour.

Of course
I had an affair with Major Larrabee.

But, he only took me out
to tell me it was finished

and that he was in love with Lili Smith.

We would like to believe you, but...

Until such time
as the court-martial is convened,

you are under military arrest. And
you will be confined to your quarters.

Dismissed.

My dear, don't worry.
Have a good journey. Enjoy your rest.

I'll probably pay you a visit
sometime next month

to discuss the future.

Goodbye, Kurt.

Come in, and close the door.

I have an important message for you

from your friend, the Kaiser.

I gather I'm no longer
in His Majesty's good graces.

How did you guess?

Because you would naturally choose
to deliver such a message yourself,

and it's the first time
I've ever seen you look happy.

I recall once when I was in Africa
watching a jackal devouring a kill,

it had a similar look on its face.

I'm under orders to take you back
to Germany to face a court-martial.

But don't think for a moment

that I wouldn't be just as pleased
to turn in a report that you refused to go.

And were shot trying to escape.

Shot by you, General,
or by your hatchet man, Kraus?

By the way, where is Kraus?

Taking care
of some last-minute business.

- Tea, Miss Lili?
- Yes.

And we'd better start packing.

- Have you seen the evening paper?
- No.

Don't let her see this.
If she asks, make an excuse.

- But after all she's been through.
- She's been through too much.

If she sees this,
there's no telling what'll happen.

- But she loves him and she's miserable.
- And it's too late to do anything about it.

We're only one step
ahead of a firing squad, as it is.

Now don't you start getting sentimental
and muck things up.

Would it make any difference
if he loved you?

According to the evening paper,

Suzette Maldue claimed
she knew nothing about the codebook

and that Major Larrabee
only took her out that afternoon

to tell her
he was in love with another woman.

According to the evening paper.

- Where is it?
- Bedford didn't want you to see it.

He was afraid
you might do something foolish.

No.

That should be Kraus.

Hello?

That wasn't the Colonel.

- What should we do?
- Pack.

Yes?

I followed her
to the French Intelligence Headquarters.

Eliminate her.

The moment she sets foot
outside of that building,

get her.

Schnell.

- I have a taxi.
- No, we'll take my car.

Hey!

Hey, what are you trying to do?

Follow that car.

I am a German spy.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Yes.

Yes, I understand what you are saying.
I also understand

why you are saying it.

Major Larrabee is innocent.

I was the one who had the codebook

planted under
what's-her-name's mattress.

I have come to make a full confession.

Mademoiselle Smith,
it's a wonderful, romantic gesture.

And as a Frenchman

I appreciate everything
that you are trying to do, but...

Yes, what is it?

How does she know that the codebook
was under the mattress?

How do I know how she knew that
the codebook was under the mattress?

You must forgive him.

How did you know that the codebook
was under the mattress?

Gentlemen. Lili, let's go.

Let's run.

It's no good, Kurt.
I told them, I confessed.

I didn't implicate you or any of
the others but they know about me.

You're bleeding,
you should see a doctor.

- Bedford, drive to Dr Rene's house.
- We are not going to Dr Rene's house.

- But you must get this seen to.
- We are going to the railway station.

- Railway station?
- And then we're going to Switzerland.

Switzerland? You can go to Switzerland,
but I can't go.

I told them, they know about me.
I wasn't joking. I told them.

- I'm sure you did.
- What if you're seen with me?

- May I please say something?
- What?

For someone who's always been
the personification

of quick-wittedness
and indefectible judgement,

you're suddenly making decisions with
all the cunning of a headless chicken.

What do you mean?

Look, you confessed
in order to save Major Larrabee.

- Yes.
- Because he is innocent.

- Yes.
- Is he?

Don't be an ass.
He didn't tell that woman a thing.

- Which woman?
- Suzette. She's not a spy.

- But he told you.
- Of course he did.

And you are a spy.
And Suzette, who is not,

has a good chance of proving
that she is not,

thereby exonerating the Major.
Because without the real spy

the government has no case.
But now, my dear, they have.

Oh, my God.

And so you have no alternative.
If you stay and are convicted,

the Major will undoubtedly face
a court-martial,

but if you can escape to Switzerland
and remain there incommunicado

until the appropriate time,
you might just save us all.

How could I have been such an idiot?

Here.

I'm going to cover you up with this.

Try to sit quietly,
and don't move around too much.

- Yes, nurse.
- Don't be patronising.

Put your feet up.

The best thing for us will be to hide
at the farm for a few days

-before we try Switzerland.
- What about the Colonel and Miss Lili?

If there's no trouble,
they'll be across the border by morning.

Don't be unhappy, darling,
because there's a good possibility

the fighting will be over
before too very long,

and then,

if he really loves you,
he'll find you, wherever you are.

He'd be better off if he didn't.
I always seem to mess things up.

I tried to put it all right,
and it all went wrong.

I wanted so to justify
your confidence in me.

I've always admired you and loved you

and respected you, and what happens?

He gets court-martialled,
and you get shot,

and here I am on this wretched train
going to Switzerland.

Well, we have one consolation,

things can't get much worse.

You think it's funny?

Lili Smith tells you she's a German spy

and you don't think it's funny?

I admit that at first,
it did seem somewhat implausible.

Implausible?

At first I thought it nothing more
than an attempt to exonerate you.

But she was in possession
of certain facts.

Gentlemen,

- Lilt's an actress.
- Of course, I considered that,

-but when she was kidnapped...
- Kidnapped?

- Yes, it seemed...
- Did you say kidnapped?

Yes. We were bringing her to see you
to confront you with the evidence.

- Who kidnapped her?
- We've no idea.

- Major, please. I must insist.
- Shut up.

A man jumped out of the car,
there were some shots and poof!

- What do you mean "poof"?
- She was gone.

Captain Duvalle's best suit.

- What did you do about it?
- Why, we came to see you.

We thought perhaps you might
shed some light on the matter.

This is the bathroom.

Yep.

Major?

- Let's go, T.C.
- Just a moment.

No, do you speak English?

No, you don't speak English.
Don't worry about it.

- Sue. What's "sue"?
- Drunk.

Drunk. No, don't worry about it.

- Let's go, T.C.
- There you are, old cock.

Just a minute, garcon.

- Why don't you shoot?
- He can't.

He doesn't have
the necessary authority.

He was doing pretty well
earlier this evening.

Herr Kraus is not trying to kill me.

He has orders only to eliminate you,
but he cannot do that now.

Why not?

Because he knows that if he shoots you,
he will most certainly have to kill me.

- Don't underestimate me, Colonel.
- I don't think I do.

Killing me without proper orders
could lead to a firing squad

or, at the very least,
a general court martial.

Shortly before we reach Switzerland,

I shall stop this train,
and we shall get off.

Then it is only a few hundred yards
from the German border.

Make yourself comfortable, my dear.

Try to relax.
We have several hours to go, yet.

- Unless I am provoked.
- Of course.

But why are we going to her house?

Because if she's a spy,
there is a very good chance

that the butler and the maid
are in league with her.

- But why are we taking this road?
- Don't be an idiot.

We must take them by surprise,
so we must enter by the back way.

Hello!

Anybody here?

- Hello!
- Hello!

Hey!

I can't take you any place.

He forced me to order von Richthofen's
squadron to attack the train at dawn

before it reaches the Swiss border.
Then he wrecked the transmitter.

Look.

Often I think

this sad old world

is whistling in the dark

Just like a child

who, late from school

walks bravely home

through the park

To keep their spirits soaring

and keep the night at bay

Neither quite knowing

which way they are going

they sing the shadows away

Often I think

my poor old heart

has given up for good

has given up for good

And then I see

a brand new face

I glimpse some new neighbourhood

So walk me back home

my darling

tell me dreams really come true

Whistling

whistling

here in the dark

with you

So walk me back home

my darling

tell me dreams really come true

Whistling

whistling

here in the dark

with you

It's a long way to Tipperary

It's a long way to go

It's a long way to Tipperary

To the sweetest girl I know

Goodbye, Piccadilly

Farewell, Leicester Square

It's a long, long way to Tipperary

But my heart's right there