Fall from Grace

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: [after carefully washing his hands in the bathroom and inspecting himself in the mirror there, enters the ornately-decorated office where Catherine is sitting naked on the chair, her wrists manacled behind her back again] So, Denise... Yes, that is what they call you, isn't it? Professionally. So, Denise...

[letting his eyes roam over her naked flesh]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: You are not a child.

[smirks]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: That much anyone can see. Now you know where you are and you know what I want. This is your last chance to cooperate.

Catherine Pradier: [swallowing hard] You know I can't do that.

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: [bending over her, taking her by her bare shoulders, looking quite sincerely into her eyes] Don't make me turn them loose on you.

[tutting]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: Don't make me do that, please.

[drawing out that word, as she just looks at him ruefully, and he switches his attention to her confiscated handbag on the table, rifling through her identity documents]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: Is this all she was carrying?

First Gestapo Guard: Yes, Herr Obersturmführer!

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: Where is the microfilm with your instructions?

[no answer from her]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: You can tell me now or after they've finished pulling out your fingernails one by one, it's your choice.

Catherine Pradier: [fighting back tears] There is no microfilm.

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: [selecting an ornament and holding it up, rubbing it appreciatively] This is 17th Century Chinese porcelain. It's a work of art. It's unique. Priceless. Once destroyed, it cannot be replaced. It will be gone forever. Like your beauty.

[drops the vase, letting it smash into smithereens at her bare, bound feet]

Hans-Dieter Stromelburg: Do not let me do the same to you.