The Admiral's Strange Identity (Dramatic Portion Only)

Don't say anything else, sir. Just get in. What? Get inside. You are not serious. I heard the last two minutes of your conversation with Ballin. The steward saw him come to this cabin. I know what you are and who you are. Get inside.

I won't. Let me go of me. Let me go. Suffocation is not a painful death. Please, you don't know what you are doing. Let me go. You, you maniac. No! I was half unconscious from the blow. But I felt him pick me up and put me in. He put the pillow over my face, blankets of the bed, stopped in the wrong me so I couldn't breathe. Then

the lid came down, pressing, relentless. Then darkness, nothingness. The whole pattern of my life came into focus, stretching away into the past. I could hear the farmer warning me. I accepted those conditions and became a spy. Two weeks ago I was a manicurist in the hotel I loved Loni in Berlin, sending in daily reports of whatever information I could find.

Then I heard about Elsa Frung. I found out who she was and what she was going to do. I got her measurements, her height, weight, and I asked the farmer to arrange for her detention.

Then he got her, he sent for me. I heard it at the little art shop on the back street in Verling, where the farmer was waiting. That you, Karen? Yes. I mean, Karen, you can't go through with it. It's too dangerous.

Did you get her? Two of the men picked her up last night. Very sure. She tried to escape. We shot her. Oh, no. Was it absolutely necessary? I'm afraid so. She would have escaped. There are her clothes.