Rendez-vous à Berlin

Smitty - News Vendor: Paper, Gov'nor? Prime Minister makes a deal with Hitler. Read all about, Sir.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: No flowers?

Smitty - News Vendor: Flowers, Sir?

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Yes, flowers. Big ones. Rest in Peace. They're customary at times like these, aren't they?

Smitty - News Vendor: I see what you mean, Sir. 'Tis a blasted shame, innit? Wing Commander, Sir?

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Yes.

Smitty - News Vendor: 'Was in the last one me-self, Sir. Sergeant-Major.

[gesturing towards his missing arm]

Smitty - News Vendor: Left it at Wipers.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Don't you ever wonder why?

Smitty - News Vendor: That I does, Sir. What good did it do? Same old fuss all over again. Only this time, we're acting like a pack of frightened schoolboys.

bystander: Paper! Great news, what?

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: [sarcastically] Oh, yes, indeed. Wonderful news.

Smitty - News Vendor: What this country needs is a bit of waking up.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Will this cover your papers?

[he tenders some money]

Smitty - News Vendor: Why, yes, Sir but what er...

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Alright Sergeant-Major, let's try waking them up.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: [holding the poster 'Peace in Our Time' in one hand and the bundle of papers in the other] Here you are, ladies and gentlemen, the latest edition. Read all about the shame of England. Prime Minister surrenders to the Gangster of Munich.

bystander: Disgraceful, Sir. And you in a uniform too!

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Extra, extra! All about the great magician. Hitler makes mice out of Englishmen. Runs another bluff on Prime Minister. All about it. Great nation's cowardice astonishes world.

policeman: 'Ere, 'ere, what''s all this?

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Take one, officer, read about the death of an old friend of yours, England.

policeman: Now see, 'ere, Sir, you'll create no disturbance in this neighbourhood. If it's criticism of the Government you want to voice, you'll kindly go to Hyde Park.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: I'm afraid you don't follow me, officer. This isn't a criticism, it's a denouncement.

policeman: Then you do your denouncing somewhere else. Now get away from here before I run you both in.

Wing Cmdr. Keith Wilson: Come on Sergeant-Major, I'll buy you another drink.

Smitty - News Vendor: Another drink? Another drink will make it an even one!