WILHELM: No!

FRITZ: That's an order!

WILHELM: You giving orders again are you?!

FRITZ: Yes I'm giving orders again, now read it!

WILHELM: I'm not gonna read anything that elicits that sort of reaction from you!

FRITZ: Why not?!

WILHELM: 'Cos it's gonna be bad!

FRITZ: It might be good!

WILHELM: Is it good?!

FRITZ: No.

WILHELM: Then it's certainly fucking bad!

FRITZ: Wilhelm-

WILHELM: I'm giving it to Marcel.

FRITZ: You don't wanna do that.

WILHELM: And why don't I wanna do that?

FRITZ: 'Cos we don't know what he's gonna do with it.

WILHELM: Marcel, what are you going to do with this diary?

MARCEL: Keep it.

FRITZ: Keep it he says, so he can turn us in as soon as his Russian friends turn out to be not-so-friendly.

MARCEL: The Russians are still nearby.

FRITZ: I'm perfectly aware you French bastard. And I'm also perfectly aware we still haven't moved a fucking inch. Now tell me, knowing all this, do I look like I'm panicking to you?

MARCEL: Yes.

FRITZ: Good 'cos I fucking am!

WILHELM: Fritz, this thing is obviously more trouble than it's worth.

FRITZ: Wilhelm!

WILHELM: I'm sorry! (To Marcel) You promise to lead us to the Americans?

Max latches onto the word "Americans".

MARCEL: Promise.

Wilhelm prepares to hand the diary over to Marcel.

FRITZ: 37, 4.5, 27.8.

Wilhelm freezes dead in his tracks.

WILHELM: What did you say?

FRITZ: (Slowly) 37, 4.5, 27.8.

WILHELM: Where did you-

FRITZ: Read. The. Last. Page.

Snatching the diary away from Marcel's outstretched hand, Wilhelm opens the diary to the last page. As he reads, the colour drains from his face.

WILHELM: How...

FRITZ: Anything you said to the Captain, he wrote down in there.

Marcel's hand is still outstretched, ready to receive the diary.

MARCEL: Wilhelm?

Wilhelm throws the diary back to Fritz.

WILHELM: Burn it.

MARCEL: Gentlemen-

WILHELM: Shut up! Burn it Fritz.

FRITZ: My pleasure.

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