The plan was dumb from the very beginning, from the moment when Bridget had to contact the Americans. she tolerated all kinds of people quite calmly, because the theater had taught her a lot, but she couldn't stand the stupid plans concocted in five minutes by the self-proclaimed leader of the "Bastards." how could someone think about portraying an Italian entourage without knowing Italian at all?! they aren't actors, they don't know how to parody accents. Idiocy...

Bridget just prayed to all the gods that at least they would believe her. she didn't care about the entourage, as long as she seemed innocent... but even at the German film festival, the splash of gold and the festivities in the middle of the war, there was an obstacle to their plan, which Aldo, of course, did not think of and did not provide for such an opportunity.

the child of a famous German general. your whole family is basking in luxury, because your dad has managed to pave the way for you in life. At your age, you have anything you want: excellent tutors, expensive clothes and an unconditional pass to the German film Festival in Paris. you are interested in the guests, their diversity and the opportunity to find someone truly outstanding... for example, the strange Italians who follow the actress von Hammersmark here and there. very interesting.

You politely spoke to them in Italian. of course, they only had difficulty pronouncing their own fake names, except that Sir Gorlomi tried to mumble something extremely badly. It made you laugh. Bridget got tired of this, and she, with difficulty calming her crazy nerves, hastily took you to a remote room, where she almost pressed you against the wall.

— listen here, you little upstart... You shouldn't care who my entourage is or how they talk. I hired them, and I don't care about their speech as long as they do their job. Either you keep your mouth shut like an obedient little puppy, or I tell everyone at this party who is your daddy sleeping with while mommy is not here. got it?