(Men Speaking In Norwegian)
Are they ever going to get the heating fixed?
They are working at it, professor.
Perhaps some of you scientists would like to give us a helping hand.
(Woman Sighs}
- Yes? - A radiogram, sir.
- I'm sorry. This isn't for me. - But, sir, if you please -
No. I'm sorry. It must be a mistake.
{Grunts}
(Shivers) You're freezing.
Well, what shall we have for breakfast-lunch or lunch-breakfast?
Let see, uh... cornflakes, soup...
Hello, Michael. Glad that heat's on again.
I'll say.
Good evening. I'm Michael Armstrong. A radiogram arrived earlier for me.
- May | have another look at it, please? - Yes, sir. One moment.
- Hello. - Oh, professor.
Did you perhaps see Miss Sherman?
| was supposed to have with her a luncheon date. Maybe she had forgotten.
Well, | believe she had a cold. Stayed in bed.
- A cold? Aw, that's too bad. - Here you are, sir.
Oh, thank you.
Well, | think she's up by now.
- Why don't you look in the lounge? - Good.
Well, uh... | couldn't have been awake this morning.
I'd like to send an answer.
- Please, sir. - Thank you.
Darling, we've got connecting rooms.
That's Scandinavian efficiency.
Shall | unpack for you?
I'd rather do it myself.
(Ringing)
Oh, could you tell me where the Elmo Bookstore is, please?
- Taxi? - Uh, no. | want this address.
Oh, Hotel d'Angleterre.
No. The address underneath.
It is quite near. We will go together.
You seem to like him very much.
Like him? Of course. We're engaged.
- Didn't you know? - No.
We plan to be married in a couple of months.
Here we are.
What's the matter, professor? Don't you approve of marriage?
Of course, | do.
(Speaking In Danish}
Uh, do you have a book for Professor Armstrong?
One moment.
Freddy?
Why didn't the professor come himself?
He's busy at the moment. I'm his assistant, Miss Sherman.
- | think we spoke on the phone. - Oh, yes.
Will you come this way? Excuse us.
Them religious books is in a hell of a shambles, Magda.
- Thank you. How much is that? - On account.
We charge it, see? Diners Club.
Take good care of it, dear heart.
It's a first edition, is that.
Thank you.
- Man) Professor Armstrong. - Excuse me.
{Hengstrom) | hope you're looking forward to our lunch.
This hotel has an excellent smorgasbord.
You know, Miss Sherman, I've often wondered why
one of the leading hotels in Denmark should be called
the "Hotel of England” in the French language.
I suppose it's the ideal title for an international hotel
Oh, by the way, professor,
| promised to take Miss Sherman to lunch at Tivoli.
- You don't mind, do you? - Oh, but | do mind.
You're robbing me of the company of a beautiful girl.
Oh, well, go ahead. Enjoy yourself.
Oh, just a moment, love.
| want to leave this book with the concierge. Be right back.
(People Chattering}
{Man) Well, it's definitely established. Fifteen suitcases gone astray.
They could be back in London. They could be anywhere.
| have an open ticket. When's the next flight for New York?
I've known them to turn up in Helsinki on that particular line.
Let's see what the day brings.
The Pan-Am flight left at noon, miss.
There is an SAS flight at 16:45.
Get me a seat on that. | want to leave as soon as possible.
There's passenger William's golf clubs. We haven't seen those since Manchester.
What time does Professor Armstrong's flight leave for Stockholm?
- Armstrong? - You gave him a ticket this morning.
Aren't golf clubs classified as hand luggage?
- Not since the Warsaw Convention. - There we are.
Armstrong. A single ticket.
It's not for Stockholm, miss.
It's a 16:30 flight, Romanian Airlines, East Berlin.
East Berlin?
But that's behind the Iron Curtain.
Yes, miss.
Listen to me.
Now, you stay away from me. Don't talk to me.
When this plane lands, you take the next one out!
Anywhere! Go home!
Do you understand?
(Man Speaking In German}
(Speaking German}
Cut it out! Don't be stupid. | was trained by experts.
| can take you... How do you say?
One arm tied behind my back!
Tell the cookie, she should put that down.
She's gonna cut your fingers off.
(Chuckles} OK, you had your fun.
Now, we stop these games!
(Exhales Sharply}
(Grunting)
(Gas Hissing)