The Drop off to Spain

Updated: Sep 13

Inspired by the “City of Spies”, V. K. Telkepalli narrates a dramatic interpretation of the story where a female spy is assigned to take a package from France safely to home ~ England. “The Drop off to Spain” is the struggle the spy goes through in the journey along with her companion and how she ends up falling in love in this quest.

 

[Early dawn, a girl of about 29 years enters with a bicycle in a sneaky manner wearing a long floral skirt and a trench coat with a hat]


BLACKOUT

 

[Scene at a check post where two Nazi army officers are working. While people are passing by in cars, in the background, a girl enters on a bike.]


Officer:

Hey! You! Come here.


[The girl stops with a half breath]


Officer:

Papers, please.


[The girl hands them over with a weak smile]


Officer:

Where are you headed… Ms Laforge?


Lafontaine:

It’s Lafontaine.


Officer:

Yes, yes… so where are you headed?


Lafontaine:

[Shielding her eyes from the sun]

My aunt is ill and she has sent me to collect her son.


Officer:

Where from?


Lafontaine:

Halfway to Caen.


Officer:

Shouldn’t you use a telephone or a telegraph?


Lafontaine:

If he answers or comes to see her regularly.


Officer:

I get it… and you are going there on a bicycle?


Lafontaine:

[Showing her bruised palms]

If it isn’t important, do you really think I’d voluntarily travel? My cousin has a permit for a car. So, he can drive us back.


Officer:

[Throws a smile but is still not convinced]

Have you never heard of a train?


Lafontaine:

I have heard that the British have bombed the line.


Officer:

Again!? Damned Tommies!

[Waves her through]


BLACKOUT

 

[Scene at the middle of the night at a mansion from which smoke is coming out from the farther side. Lafontaine enters, drops the bike and takes out a luger (pistol) from her waistband, checking for a tail and slowly enters the mansion. Suddenly a hand pulls her in from the door. Two men, one pointing a Walter PPK while the other holding her hand.]


Lafontaine:

Hello, Gestapo.


[Throwing of his arm and pointing a finger towards the other guy]


Lafontaine:

You might hurt someone with it so better put that away.


Man:

Where is he?


Lafontaine:

Who?


Man:

Who do you think?


Lafontaine:

Franc Laronde? If I would really know where he is, why would I enter the house?


Man:

Why are you here?


Lafontaine:

Madame Laronde took care of my mother while I was away. I bought her a thank you gift.


Man:

At this point in time?


Lafontaine:

It’s still before curfew and I’ve just returned.


Man:

Where were you?

Other Man:

[Shouting]

Your papers!


Lafontaine:

Yes, of course.

[Digging her bag but the man snatches it, while the other man checks the chocolates]


Other Man:

Black market chocolates?


Lafontaine:

No, just old. You can have them.

[Before she could say anything the first man attacks. Scene of a fight where she shoots one and holds a gun against the other.]


Other Man:

Drop the gun. And who the hell are you?


Lafontaine:

Who are you to attack me?

[The man starts to approach closer and she shoots him. He falls down with a loud thud.]


BLACKOUT

 

[She runs and grabs a goods train loaded with caskets of wine. Within moments, she hears a blast and feels the whole train trembling. Before she even realises the impact, another blast and Lafontaine is injured and gets out of the bogie with difficulty and starts running while looking back for a tail. As she rushes, another blast and she is thrown into the fields where she falls unconscious. After a long while, a man with a British RAF uniform enters and pokes her head with a gun. She turns around and points her gun at him.]


Man:

Put the gun down.


Lafontaine:

[Realising the English uniform, she slowly puts her gun down and gets up]

Okay.


Man:

[Scottish accent]

What’s your name?


Lafontaine:

Nathalie.


Man:

Good, you speak English. Where are we?


Nathalie:

France.


Man:

That I have figured it out quite well. But where in France?

[Nathalie shrugged while keeping her hands up]


Man:

Alexander Sinclair, RAF, I need you to take me to the resistance.


Nathalie:

Don’t really know where to find them.


Alex:

[Frustrated and agitated]

Damn.


Nathalie:

Put the Webley away. I said I don’t know where they are but I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. Just not while you are pointing a gun at me.


Alex:

Why?


Nathalie:

Looks less suspicious travelling together.


Alex:

And you are running from something too. What is it?


Nathalie:

None of your business.


[Gets up dusting her clothes. Pointing to the gun]


Nathalie:

Put that away.


Alex:

[Tucking the gun into his trousers]

You have a plan?


Nathalie:

For now, we walk and you get rid of that English clothing.


Alex:

British.


Nathalie:

That wound looks fresh. When did you get shot?


Alex:

A couple of hours ago? The stupid squadron leader commanded us to take down the train while we totally overlooked the 109s.


Nathalie:

That was you, wasn’t it? You are the squadron leader.


[Alex shrugs and suddenly bends down to take a knife out of his boots and throws it across Nathalie. A German officer falls dead from one wing. Nathalie is startled but recovers immediately.]


Nathalie:

Well, now we have some right clothes for you.


BLACKOUT

 

[Alex & Nathalie walk between the field with a bottle of beer and wine.]


Alex:

Let’s bed down here. It's better to sleep in a field than in a town.


Nathalie:

Sensible.


[She sits down and starts digging her bag while Alex takes some time to sit.]


Nathalie:

I forgot the knife to cut the bread.


Alex:

No way we are using my sgian dubh for serving dinner.


[He grabs the bread from her hand and rips it and starts eating.]


Nathalie:

How did you do that previously? Can you teach me how to throw it?


Alex:

Yeah sure but before that, I would like to know how an English girl ended up in occupied France?


Nathalie:

Wrong turn at Brighton.


Alex:

You want me to guess?


Nathalie:

Go ahead, it will be fun.


Alex:

[Giving her an odd look and introspecting her]

Do you kill men often, Nathalie?


Nathalie:

Only when they are trying to kill me.


[Alex approaches near to her and grabs the wine bottle and takes out a swiss knife and removes the cork.]


Alex:

Thanks to the previous owner of the uniform.


Nathalie:

Oui, convenient.


Alex:

[Throwing a surprising look]

At least one of us knows the local lingo.


Nathalie:

Yes and we better work on your German as well else there will be no time for them to realise you are not one of theirs, Mr Squadron leader.


Alex:

Squadron leader is a mouthful. Call me Alex.