All language subtitles for Darling.Lili.1970.(Blake.Edwards-Julie Andrews).1080p.x264-Classics

Darling Lili

Put a light in the window

And keep wearing

That bonnie smile

On those cold railway benches

Or in the trenches

Warm up our hearts

Awhile

Darling Lili

Blow a kiss to us, dearie

As we travel

Each weary mile

Not for mother

Or each other

Are we off to

End this war

You're the darling

We'll be winning

It for

Smile away

Each rainy day

And laugh away

Your blues

Let love light the sky up

Tell those clouds to dry up

And smile away each rainy day

I'll give you three guesses

Who loves you

Who loves you

Right from the start

Not your mother

Who likes to baby you so

And not the girl next door

You used to know

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

I glimpse

Some new neighborhood

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

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

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!

Yeah!

Good evening, Miss Lili.

Hello, Emma.

The Colonel's in the study.

Thank you.

Oh, 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 utilize the military aircraft.

The war is changing.

It is, uh, moving into the air,

and, Lili,

we cannot afford to
minimize this new potential.

As each new squadron is formed,

the air war expands,

the ground war is
altered, forced to, uh, shift

and to, uh, to, how would you say,

to, uh,

accommodate on a
day-to-day basis.

It's hard to believe.

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

Mmm-hmm.

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?

Well, 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.

Uh, 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.

Oh, yes, the distinguished
Swedish gentleman.

Swiss.

Yes, that's right, Swiss.

Well, 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, hmm?

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

The love

You've always planned

Until that time

Pretend that I'm

The girl

In no man's

Land

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

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.

Oh!

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 gray

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, General.

'Cause I'm a little drunk,

but there's something
I just gotta say.

Oh?

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, ma'am?

I just told the General you heard me
sing it's a long way to Tipperary.

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

And 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.

Oh, 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!

Yeah, come on!

- 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...

Can I have your
autograph? I've got to have it.

Come on, long way to
Tipperary. You know it. Let"s hear it.

Yeah! That's it! That is
it! Hey everyone! Come on!

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

It's a long way to Tipperary

Thank you.

It's a long way to go

It's a long way to Tipperary

Sing it.

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

Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

She hasn't been kissed for 40 years

Hinky-dinky,
parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

Parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from
Armentieres, 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, gentlemen, you are dears,

and I would love to kiss
you all good night...

But, but, but, but,

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

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute,

wait a minute, she's got a point.

What point?

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

So, in the interest of saving time,

and as the senior Cherokee Indian...

I will say good night for us all.

Miss Lili.

Lieutenant?

Plant it right here.

Whoa.

Inspirational. Purely inspirational.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Mademoiselle from
Armentieres, parlez-vous

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

She hasn't been kissed for 40 years

Hinky-dinky,
parlez-vous

The general got the Croix de Guerre

Parlez vous

The general got the Croix de Guerre

Parlez vous

Allo?

Hello, Uncle.

Hello, my dear.

How was the evening?

You should know. You were there.

You don't miss anything.

One of Major Larrabee's men said he was
on some kind of important mission.

Oh, 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, uh, a late
breakfast, say around noon?

I look forward to seeing you.

Bye, darling.

Bye, uncle.

- Any instruction?
- 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?
- Mmm-hmm.

When do you have to report back?

Friday.

When do you have to
go back to England?

Soon.

Not too soon, I hope.

Well, it depends.

On what?

I'm beginning to think, Major,

it might just possibly depend on you.

What's he like?

Attractive, charming, conceited.

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.

So walk me back home my darling

Tell me dreams really come true

It's 11:00, Miss Lili.

Often I think

My poor old heart

Has given up

For good

And then I see

A brand new face

I glimpse

Some new neighborhood

So walk me back home

My darling

Tell me dreams really come true

Good night.

Good night.

Good night?

I fly at dawn.

Oh.

Good night, darling.

"I fly at dawn"?

- Quote, unquote.
- Amazing.

Yes, makes a girl
feel a bit insecure.

You? Insecure?

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

Well, 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, uh, 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.
- Oui.

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.

A reminder, 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 s-s-securite.

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."

Well, I...

It's our opinion that Major Larrabee

is giving information to a woman.

Of course, it's only an opinion.

Well, it seems reasonable to assume

that a man
like the Major--

I mean, with
his record--

military record.

If, uh, if-- if he is
passing information to the enemy,

he is doing so unwillingly.

I mean, unknowingly. He's being, uh,

coerced.

He's being seduced.

Yes.

Well, 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.
- Oh.

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.

Ah.

He fights very well, that gentleman.

When do you have to be back?

Sunday.

Not till Sunday night.

- Ah, then you can get
plenty of rest. - Mmm-hmm.

I thought, if you have nothing to do,

that we could ride out
to the country tomorrow.

I know a lovely
spot. Quiet, romantic,

guaranteed to restore the
body and renovate the soul.

Hmm.

Or is it the other way around?

Either way, it sounds marvelous.

Marvelous 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
p- p-possible, if you please,

to Major Larrabee's table.

I don't understand.

I am aware that we
have no reservations,

but this is
official government business.

Allez, allez.

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

Go find the head waiter.

Oui.

My apologies, monsieur.

Ah.

Thank you.

Are they really that good?

- Oh, yes, they're delicious.
- Will you try one?

- No.
- Come on, try one, huh?

Mmm-mmm, some other time.

Oh, oh, 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...

- Uh, 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...

Oh, good God.

Hey, I thought you were in hospital.

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

Well, how are you? Any better?

I'm fine, thank you.

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

and I'm over there with, uh...

Oh, I don't know what her name is.

Anyway, who are you with?

Uh, Major Larrabee.

Major Larrabee?

I know him very well.

We fly together everywhere.

- Really?
- Yes, we do.

Hey, eh.

Hello, old cock.

Hello.

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

Yes. Well, um, nice to
see you up and about again,

even though you are sitting down.

Anyway, bye-bye, now.

Umm. Very nice,
dear. Well, off we go.

And I'll see you, uh, oh...

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?

Umm, just a minute.

Get that thing down, you fool.

Get back with that.

Get these men off me!

- It happens.
- He's drunk.

- Always is.
- Even when he flies?

- Always is.
- I don't believe you.

- 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. - Ha-ha, I certainly am.

You mean he shot
down seven German planes?

No, he shot down seven French planes.

What?

Well, 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 honor. 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.

Oh.

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

- Just
talk. - Mmm-hmm?

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

If I 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.

To us.

- Bill.
- Hmm?

Do me a favor.

Sure.

No lines, no campaign.

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

I-- I want whatever
happens this weekend to be honest.

Well, since I have nothing
to gain by lying to you,

I think you're the most provocative,

exciting,

and most desirable
woman I've ever met.

I'll buy that.

Excuse me.

Bon soir, monsieur.

- Bon soir.
- Champagne, monsieur.

I have champagne.

Here. Compliments of the management.

Will you be ordering dinner?

No.

Bon soir, Monsieur.

Bon soir, Madame.

I'm sorry, darling.

Bill.

Hmm?

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.

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.

It's possible, I suppose,

but my every instinct says no.

Then what's the alternative?

Another woman?

It's our opinion that Major Larrabee

is giving information to a woman.

I fly at dawn. Goodbye, darling.

How did you fare with
Operation Crepe Suzette?

He's being coerced.

He's being seduced.

Yes, I'm a lieutenant.

Operation Crepe Suzette.

Suzette. Suzette.

Lili.

Lili.

Anything wrong?

No.

Any more champagne?

Plenty.

- What?
- Oh.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

No, no, no. It's ok.

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

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

Well, shouldn't you change?

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

Subtle.

What's wrong?

Well, I was just going to ask you.

Ask me what?

What's wrong?

- With me?
- Yeah.

Well, nothing, darling,

but I do sense something about you.

Me?

It's really not important.

Well, 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 am
simply trying to point out--

Bill.

Carry me.

What?

Carry me.

- To my room.
- Hmm?

My room.

Wait a minute. I have a better idea.

I'm sorry, darling, really, I am.

I just can't help it.

Are you all right?

What do you mean, "all right"?

Oh, come, now. You've got to admit,

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

You're not supposed to
stop and 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, I know.

Damn it, Lili.

Sorry, I really can't help it.

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

Come on. My sweet.

My love.

What is it?

- What did you just call me?
- What?

- What did you just call me?
- When?

- Think. - Huh,
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.

Oh.

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 thought.
- 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?

Oh, my sweetheart.

- Bill.
- What?

You're not being honest.

- What do you mean, not being honest?
- What about Suzette?

Oh, damn it to hell, Lili,

I told you, there is no Suzette.

Operation Crepe Suzette.

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

Oh, 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 wanna 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 wanna
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.

Now, 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.

Mmm-hmm!

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!

Oh, merde!

Lili!

Lili, now, stop it!

I am going back to Paris.

You were gonna take my
car and leave me here?

Damn right!

- Choke it.
- I'd be delighted.

Smile away

Each rainy day

And laugh away

Your blues

Let love light the sky up

Tell the clouds to dry up

And smile away each rainy day

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's in her room, sir.

Damn it, woman,

we're going to settle
this once and for all.

Oh, 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!

Oh, ahhh!

You gonna tell me?

Yes.

Uh, 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.

Well, 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.

So, 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.

And you know what?

- I think you're glad you caught me lying.
- Oh, 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.

Oh!

Bill?

Yeah?

Turn on the warm water.

Get off! Boches!

Gentlemen.

Uh, Mademoiselle Smith.

Eh, 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.

Oh.

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 ok

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.

Halt! Halt!

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.

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... - Mmm-hmm?

What's up?

Up?

Funny you should mention that.

- What?
- Well,

you were...

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

Sort of a pun.

A pun?

Oh, 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? - Mmm-hmm.

Come on, now. Tell me all about it.

Well,

- we did run into
the Baron. - Mmm-hmm.

T.C. got shot down.

No.

He's all right.

Oh, thank God.

I managed to land nearby,

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

- Oh, you were behind enemy lines.
- Yeah.

Oh, how frightful.

Yeah.

I had to burn my plane.

Um, that sweet little plane?

Well, 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 I.

Oh, you found him again.

- Yeah.
- Ah.

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! Lili!

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?

Lili?

Bill! Bill!

No. No.

Darling, it must've been awful.

Damn it to hell, Lili.

- Oh, come on, lean on me.
- No, wait, wait, wait.

- Please don't scold.
- I'm not gonna scold.

- I just wanna get things straight.
- But I believe you.

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

Oh, how do I know? You're not
dependable about these things.

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

- Oh, yes, you will.
- I won't.

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

Come on, let's get you off
your feet. And 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...

Hmm?

- Do you believe?
- Well, of course, I believe it.

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

Do you believe?

I believe.

Ok.

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.

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

Capitaine Duvalle.

Captain Duvalle, this is Lili Smith.

Ah, 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, uh, this, uh, Suzette.

- Major Larrabee?
- Yes?

- Suzete Maldue?
- Oui.

I am Captain Duvalle
of army intelligence.

I must regret to 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 realize 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?
- Hmm.

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.

Oh, don't be an ass.

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

Oh, 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?

Uh, 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 Honor.

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.

Well, 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.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Come in, and close the door, hmm?

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, hmm?

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?

Uh, 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.

Oh.

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 w-w-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.

- Oh.
- 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?

Oh, Kurt, 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 judgment,

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?

Oh, 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.
- Well, of course he did.

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

has a very 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, 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 gonna cover you up with this.

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

Yes, nurse.

Don't be patronizing.

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-martialed, 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?

Well, I admit that at first,

it did seem somewhat implausible.

Implausible?

Well, at first I
thought it nothing more

than an attempt to exonerate you.

But she was in
possession of certain facts.

Gentlemen,

Lili's an actress.

- Yes.
- 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.
- I must insist--

- Shut up!
- A man jumped out of a car.

There were some shots and poof.

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

With Captain Duvalle's best suit.

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

We thought you might
shed some light on the matter.

This is the bathroom.

Yep.

Major?

I'm here to see Major Larrobee.

Parle nothing. Major Larrobee.

You-- you--
I am silence!

Let's go, T.C.

Just a minute.

- Vous parle Francais?
- Now, do you speak English?

You don't speak English.

What's the matter with you?

"Soo"? What's "soo"?

"Drunt"? Ah, don't worry.

Let's go T.C.

Ah, there you are.

Just a minute, mon garcon.

Au revoir.

Why don't you shoot?

He can't.

He doesn't have the
necessary authority.

Well, 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.

Oh.

Don't underestimate me, Colonel.

I don't think I do.

Killing me without proper
orders would 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.

Oh, 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 anyplace.

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

And then I see

A brand new face

I glimpse some new neighborhood

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

It's a long way to Tipperary

It's a long way to go

it's a long 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

Darling Lili

Put a light in the window

And keep wearing

That bonnie smile

On those cold railway benches

Or in the trenches

Warm up our hearts

Awhile

Darling Lili

Blow a kiss to us, dearie

As we travel

Each weary mile

Not for mother

Or each other

Are we off to

End this war

You're the darling

We'll be winning

It for

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 gray

Let love light the sky up

Tell the clouds to dry up

And smile away each rainy day