Bauhaus In your compartment. I've taken the files off the bed.

Brandt And we arrive Kassel. . . ?

Guillaume In forty-five minutes. Witzenhausen first, though.

Brandt Word from the window?

Guillaume And . . . jacket and tie, Chief!

Brandt Trousers?

Guillaume Certainly. (With Bauhaus.) Pretty, this one?

Bauhaus I wouldn't know.

Guillaume Eyes closed while you searched her?

Bauhaus You find all this very amusing.

Guillaume You did give her a full body-search?

Bauhaus I find it pretty distasteful.

Guillaume I sympathise. Terrible job.

Bauhaus I've got a wife and children.

Guillaume He's got a wife and children.

Bauhaus Oh, really?

Guillaume So for all we know she may be wired? May even be working for them?

Bauhaus Wouldn't put it past them.

Guillaume - Not one of ours, is she?

Kretschmann - Not my department, women. I'm pleased to say.

Guillaume Or Baader-Meinhof. Gun in her knickers. Put your ear to the wall, Uli!

Bauhaus Note the time in, note the time out. That's all I'm required to do.

Guillaume Just take the dispatch-case into my compartment for me, then. And, Uli . . . Any more young ladies who want a briefing - any hour of the day or night my compartment is next door to the Chiefs. — And on we go. Trip after trip. Week after week. Kiel, Karlsruhe . . . Bremen, Brunswick . . .

Brandt Dear friends. Have courage . . .

Guillaume - Everywhere, as the campaign goes on, the upturned faces become more radiant, the outstretched hands more clamorous to touch him. Willy passes among them like a Messiah. Smiling, smiling . . . Speaking, speaking . . .

Brandt The courage to show compassion . . .

Guillaume - And always, a few discreet paces behind him, his loyal servant, his faithful friend.

Brandt The courage to love your neighbour . . .

Guillaume - He asked Horst Ehmke to get rid of me. I found the memo. My personality was one of the things that depressed him, he said. I was hurt. Naturally. But I put it behind me. It was the depression speaking. I've forgotten all about it. So has Horst, by the look of it — because here we are, the Chief and I, together still, closer than ever.

Brandt The courage to find your own true self . . .

Guillaume - Willy and Günter. The noble hero and his comic servant. Don Quixote and his Sancho Panza. Over and over again he gazes down on those upturned faces. Over and over again he speaks, until his throat's raw.

Brandt Dear friends . . . dear friends . . .

Guillaume - Some of the older women weep, and press amulets and rosaries into his hands for him to bless. And as for the younger women . . .

Bauhaus (with Guillaume) Look at them out there! It's worse than a rock concert! How am I supposed to cope with that mob? Soon as he shows his face they're going to rush him.