Kretschmann You and Willy. You're like some old couple who've been married for forty years. He goes down so you go down. He comes up again and . . .

Ehmke (with Guillaume) Günter! A little light bedtime reading!

Guillaume The railway timetable?

Ehmke Elections in November. Willy's going to be out campaigning in his special train.

Guillaume The train? It's his personal assistant who organises the train. Peter Reuschenbach.

Ehmke Standing for election. You'll have to take over.

Guillaume As Willy's . . . personal assistant?

Ehmke Bit of a killer, I'm afraid. Train, files, his dispatch-boxes, all incoming and outgoing correspondence — the whole works. Sorry, but someone's got to do it, and —there you are.

Kretschmann - Pinch me, will you?

Guillaume (with Brandt) - And now everything changes. For days at a time our home becomes this luxurious suite of softly rolling rooms. They're fitted out in rosewood and teak, in walnut and mahogany and cherry, and they once bore Reichsmarschall Goring around the Nazi empire. Now they're bringing Willy to ask the electors of Germany for their votes.

Brandt Dear friends, I say to you and I say to all our people: have the courage to show compassion.

Guillaume - Compassion. This is the party's election slogan. But on the hoardings everywhere he goes there's a simpler message: Willy!

Brandt Compassion for those nearest to you! Compassion, too, for those who are not so close!

Guillaume - 'Willy must stay Chancellor! Willy! Willy!' And always, in the shadows at Willy's side - Günter. The master of the timetables - the high priest of the holy book. The major-domo of our little travelling court. The personal valet. The bearer of the official dispatch-case.

Brandt Where's this?

Guillaume Berneburg, Chief. - 'Chief, you notice. Not 'Herr Chancellor'. Not on the train. Picked it up from Uli.

Brandt And we arrive Hildesheim . . . ?

Guillaume 1207. Seven minutes handshaking Town Hall — ten minutes discussion Mayor - three minutes Register Office spontaneous with bride and groom . . .

Brandt This is where I feel at home, Herr Guillaume. On the move. Fourteen years I spent in exile. Fourteen years of travelling for the cause and eluding the Nazis. Norway, Sweden. Spain, France. Then nearly twenty years going back and forth between Berlin and Bonn. Going round and round the world, telling everyone 'Berlin, Berlin'. Thirty or forty years of my life looking out of trains and planes at other lands and other lives.

Guillaume Speech Town Hall . . . Unemployment figures . . . Federal investment . . . Local anecdote . . .

Brandt I get so much more done on the train. No Uncle to suck his pipe at me. No Helmut to lecture me.

Guillaume - No Wilke to keep me away from Willy. No Ehmke to listen to his stories.

Brandt No wife. No family.

Guillaume - Just me. Getting his suit pressed. Laying it out with the matching shirt and tie. Taking the telexes back and forth to the wireless car.