okay, i'm not german. am i american? the whole table bursts out laughing.
okay, i'm a fictional, literary character, from the past, i'm american, and that's controversial.
well i'm glad that's settled. if i had a wife, would she be called a squaw? he's got it. the table laughs. the table
is my bloodbrother, old shatterhand? the table yes!
did karl may write me? the table yes! in the background, we see, our three counterfeit german officers, hicox, wicki, and stiglitz, enter the basement tavern. they obviously. see the five german soldiers, but their too far away for us to read their face. no doubt their less then happy. fraulein von hammersmark see's them as well. without getting up, she waves to them.
i am winnetou, chief of the apaches! the table cheers, and applaud the apache chief, as he takes the card off his forehead. the other four german soldiers drink down there beer . bridget von hammersmark knock backs her champagne.
is shot in the back, before he even knew what was happening. edgar wallace and the french barmaid are both shot by wicki.