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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Berlin, Colonel, Stok with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Funeral in Berlin'
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Berlin, Colonel, Stok.
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conversations.value: Funeral in Berlin (film): British secret agent Harry Palmer (Michael Caine) is sent to Berlin by his superior Colonel Ross to arrange the defection of Colonel Stok (Oskar Homolka), a prominent Soviet intelligence officer.\nPalmer is sceptical but links up with Johnny Vulkan (Paul Hubschmid), an old German friend and former criminal associate, who now runs the Berlin station for British intelligence.\nPalmer makes a rendezvous with Stok in the Soviet zone of the divided city and finds him eccentric and likeable.\nStok asks for the defection to be managed by Otto Kreutzman, a West German criminal who has organised a number of recent escapes.\nWhen Palmer returns to the western sector he meets a model who calls herself Samantha Steel (Eva Renzi), with whom he spends the night.\nSuspicious at the forward manner in which she approached him, he has his police contacts establish her identity the following day and arranges for a criminal to burgle her apartment, where several different false passports are discovered.\nMeanwhile, Palmer arranges a deal with Kreutzman to bring Stok across the wall for £20,000.\nPalmer then returns to London to report.\nRoss is convinced that Stok\'s defection is genuine and dismisses Palmer\'s suspicions that the model he met in Berlin was a spy.\nRoss gives full authorisation for Palmer to return to Berlin to complete the deal, with documents and money provided by a man at Intelligence headquarters named Hallam (Hugh Burden).\nThe plan devised by Kreutzman is to arrange a burial and bring the Colonel across the border in a coffin.\nWhen Palmer again meets Samantha, she admits that she is a Mossad spy and that she is in Berlin to hunt down a war criminal named Paul Louis Broum - now operating under an alias - who stole millions of pounds of gold during the Second World War.\nKreutzman goes over to the east to supervise the defection personally in view of its importance.\nPalmer waits with Kreutzman\'s henchman on the western side of the border, where the coffin is delivered to an abandoned warehouse.\nWhen it is opened, however, Palmer finds the dead body of Kreutzmann.\nPalmer is knocked unconscious by Vulkan, who gets hold of the Broum documents that were included as part of the deal but is held up by Samantha and two other Israeli agents who take away the papers.\nWhen Palmer informs Colonel Ross about the Broum documents, he is told that towards the end of the war, Paul Louis Broum murdered a resistance fighter called Johnny Vulkan at a concentration camp and assumed his identity.\nRoss got hold of the documents and used them to blackmail Broum into working for him.\nHe now orders Palmer to kill Broum, but Palmer allows him to get away instead.\nPalmer later meets Stok, who is in West Berlin for a routine meeting with his Western counterparts.\nThe Russian confirms that his supposed defection was just a trap to get rid of Kreutzmann.\nHe even jokes that if Palmer ever wishes to defect to the East, he should ask Vulkan, who "knows the way".\nMeanwhile, the supposed Vulkan goes to Samantha\'s flat, murders an Israeli agent and gets the documents back, but when he meets with Hallam they discover that they are forgeries.\nHallam goes to Palmer, saying that he has been sent by Ross to get the real documents back.\nPalmer forces him to admit that he is in league with Broum to get them out of London and they now intend to use them in order to claim the Nazi loot that Broum deposited in a Swiss bank.\nHallam forces Palmer to go with him to a quiet part of the Berlin wall through which Broum and he intend to slip into the East, but Broum kills Hallam and is subsequently killed by the Israeli agents tailing Palmer.\nBack in London, Ross is satisfied that the dead Vulkan will be taken for another martyr shot while escaping to the West.\nOffered a bonus for his work, Palmer refuses and leaves.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: \nOffered a bonus for his work, Palmer refuses and leaves..\nBack in London, Ross is satisfied that the dead Vulkan will be taken for another martyr shot while escaping to the West.\nHallam forces Palmer to go with him to a quiet part of the Berlin wall through which Broum and he intend to slip into the East, but Broum kills Hallam and is subsequently killed by the Israeli agents tailing Palmer.\nPalmer forces him to admit that he is in league with Broum to get them out of London and they now intend to use them in order to claim the Nazi loot that Broum deposited in a Swiss bank.\nHallam goes to Palmer, saying that he has been sent by Ross to get the real documents back.\nMeanwhile, the supposed Vulkan goes to Samantha\'s flat, murders an Israeli agent and gets the documents back, but when he meets with Hallam they discover that they are forgeries.\nHe even jokes that if Palmer ever wishes to defect to the East, he should ask Vulkan, who "knows the way".\nThe Russian confirms that his supposed defection was just a trap to get rid of Kreutzmann.\nPalmer later meets Stok, who is in West Berlin for a routine meeting with his Western counterparts.\nHe now orders Palmer to kill Broum, but Palmer allows him to get away instead.\nRoss got hold of the documents and used them to blackmail Broum into working for him.\nWhen Palmer informs Colonel Ross about the Broum documents, he is told that towards the end of the war, Paul Louis Broum murdered a resistance fighter called Johnny Vulkan at a concentration camp and assumed his identity.\nPalmer is knocked unconscious by Vulkan, who gets hold of the Broum documents that were included as part of the deal but is held up by Samantha and two other Israeli agents who take away the papers.\nWhen it is opened, however, Palmer finds the dead body of Kreutzmann.\nPalmer waits with Kreutzman\'s henchman on the western side of the border, where the coffin is delivered to an abandoned warehouse.\nKreutzman goes over to the east to supervise the defection personally in view of its importance.\nWhen Palmer again meets Samantha, she admits that she is a Mossad spy and that she is in Berlin to hunt down a war criminal named Paul Louis Broum - now operating under an alias - who stole millions of pounds of gold during the Second World War.\nThe plan devised by Kreutzman is to arrange a burial and bring the Colonel across the border in a coffin.\nRoss gives full authorisation for Palmer to return to Berlin to complete the deal, with documents and money provided by a man at Intelligence headquarters named Hallam (Hugh Burden).\nRoss is convinced that Stok\'s defection is genuine and dismisses Palmer\'s suspicions that the model he met in Berlin was a spy.\nPalmer then returns to London to report.\nMeanwhile, Palmer arranges a deal with Kreutzman to bring Stok across the wall for £20,000.\nSuspicious at the forward manner in which she approached him, he has his police contacts establish her identity the following day and arranges for a criminal to burgle her apartment, where several different false passports are discovered.\nWhen Palmer returns to the western sector he meets a model who calls herself Samantha Steel (Eva Renzi), with whom he spends the night.\nStok asks for the defection to be managed by Otto Kreutzman, a West German criminal who has organised a number of recent escapes.\nPalmer makes a rendezvous with Stok in the Soviet zone of the divided city and finds him eccentric and likeable.\nPalmer is sceptical but links up with Johnny Vulkan (Paul Hubschmid), an old German friend and former criminal associate, who now runs the Berlin station for British intelligence.Funeral in Berlin (film): British secret agent Harry Palmer (Michael Caine) is sent to Berlin by his superior Colonel Ross to arrange the defection of Colonel Stok (Oskar Homolka), a prominent Soviet intelligence officer
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Funeral in Berlin
  Standing at the bar of the National Film Theatre there was a plump balding man of about fifty'.
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conversations.value: Funeral in Berlin
  Standing at the bar of the National Film Theatre there was a plump balding man of about fifty. He was unmistakably German and despite his fluent command of the English language he was having some difficulty with the barman. I went to sort it out and found it was no more than a shortage of change in the till.
  Kurt went back there, of course. He was certainly no communist but his home and all his possessions were at stake. Kurt was a dedicated Berliner and had a successful pre-war career in theatre production before becoming a film director. The following summer I toured Czechoslovakia in my battered little VW Beetle car. Nearing the Ukraine border I had some difficulties with the local police there because I hadn't stuck to my prearranged route and itinerary. In fact, I had written 'camping' into the blank space on the visa form and then wandered around stopping when and where I chose. From Prague I drove north to Berlin. In those days the Cold War was very chilly. I had been delayed in setting out and it was about 2.00am when I was flagged down by Russian army traffic police because I was on a road that led directly into East Berlin. They had spotted my British licence plate. There were very few Western vehicles coming north from Prague and the Russian military decreed that foreigners like me must approach Berlin only from the west. With a military escort I was taken to the local army barracks and held there. A young Russian officer decided it was an opportunity to try out his English language skills, which were on a par with my command of Russian. It was after an hour or so of limited communication that I remembered that I had an unopened bottle of brandy in my baggage. It was soon opened and eventually the officer was telephoning some unknown person with the news that everything was all right after all. Accompanied by a Russian army jeep I was allowed to proceed up the forbidden road. I arrived at the Adlon Hotel in East Berlin just as they were mopping the lobby of this dilapidated remnant of the old luxury hotel.
  Berlin was soon a second home to me. I became obsessed by Berlin. I studied its history and collected old photographs of its streets, street life and architecture. I talked to many who had served and many who had suffered under the Third Reich. I still can wander through its streets and alleys and see the past, even when there is little evidence of the past remaining. I learned about its electricity, gas and sewage systems, much of which could not be divided and had to be shared; a fact kept secret by both sides. The whimsical way in which the town was split made it even more bizarre. It was a microcosm of a divided world.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Clouds of steam rolled out of the kitchen door and tiptoed stealthily across the cobblestones, diminishing at every step like shy ghosts. The kitchen's stone floor was shiny with moisture and plump women with handkerchiefs drawn tight around their heads stepped in and out of the noise and steam like a team of formation dancers.
  From the restaurant came a heavy sweet smell of beer. The plastic table-tops supported countless leather elbows and at the counter the standard meal of one hundred grammes of goulash was being carefully and lawfully measured by a cheerful woman in a stained apron. Except for the waitresses there were no women to be seen in the dining-room. Harvey led the way right through with scarcely a falter. Upstairs there was a powerful smell of antiseptic.
  It was a tiny room. Lenin shared the floral wallpaper with the local football team. There was a glass-fronted dresser containing mass-produced local glasswear, five uncomfortable wooden chairs that had been moved there from the dining-room after suffering minor damage, and a table. On the hand-embroidered cloth were three place-settings of plain white china with the government hotel symbol, three tumblers and two unlabelled bottles of local wine, which glowed like garnets in front of a large paraffin lamp.
  At the far side of the table was the dark vole-like man Harvey had brought me here to see – Jan-im-Glück – Lucky Jan. The girl brought us the roast goose and heavy dry dumpling slices almost as soon as we sat down. Harvey poured two glasses and finished the bottle himself.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Harvey, knocked, waved.
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conversations.value: Clouds of steam rolled out of the kitchen door and tiptoed stealthily across the cobblestones, diminishing at every step like shy ghosts. The kitchen's stone floor was shiny with moisture and plump women with handkerchiefs drawn tight around their heads stepped in and out of the noise and steam like a team of formation dancers. 
  From the restaurant came a heavy sweet smell of beer. The plastic table-tops supported countless leather elbows and at the counter the standard meal of one hundred grammes of goulash was being carefully and lawfully measured by a cheerful woman in a stained apron. Except for the waitresses there were no women to be seen in the dining-room. Harvey led the way right through with scarcely a falter. Upstairs there was a powerful smell of antiseptic. Harvey knocked at a door on the first floor and waved me inside. 
  It was a tiny room. Lenin shared the floral wallpaper with the local football team. There was a glass-fronted dresser containing mass-produced local glasswear, five uncomfortable wooden chairs that had been moved there from the dining-room after suffering minor damage, and a table. On the hand-embroidered cloth were three place-settings of plain white china with the government hotel symbol, three tumblers and two unlabelled bottles of local wine, which glowed like garnets in front of a large paraffin lamp. 
  At the far side of the table was the dark vole-like man Harvey had brought me here to see – Jan-im-Glück – Lucky Jan. The girl brought us the roast goose and heavy dry dumpling slices almost as soon as we sat down. Harvey poured two glasses and finished the bottle himself.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Dazzled by flattery and numbed by threats, the biographer gets caught up in the rituals, politics, and back-stabbing tactics that are the daily sport of the cutthroat movie industry.'.
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conversations.value: Another interesting aspect of the application of the OS Acts is the use to which the prosecution puts the charge of 'conspiring to contravene the OS Acts', for a conspiracy charge automatically renders the Attorney-General's permission unnecessary and gives the Crown a catch-all way to plaster the sum of the charges across all the persons charged (some of whom might not have otherwise been liable for prosecution). This convenience is illustrated by the frequency with which the conspiracy charge arises in prosecutions under the Official Secrets Act.
  In this second "secret file" bombshell, diving, drug trafficking, and blackmail lie at the heart of this exhilarating story. The unnamed agent is sent to salvage a sunken German sub, but there's more under the waves than he bargained for. He must use all his abilities, good and bad, when plunged into a plot as murky as the waters where the answers he seeks lie hidden.
  In Deighton's only collection of short stories, he explores the experience of soldiery and the effects of war on human nature. The stories span twenty-three centuries, from Hannibal's march on Rome to a bonus story—new to this edition—that reveals a very different kind of war waged in the modern-day Mexican borderlands.
  This evocative work of historical fiction follows a group of American fighter pilots in the winter of 1943–44. Centered around the deeply reserved Captain Jamie Farebrother and the cocky flying ace Lieutenant Mickey Morse, this is a gripping story about the bonds of friendship that are forged in battle and their unpredictably far-reaching influences.
  Marshall Stone, a member of Hollywood's elite, thinks he's getting his wish for eternal youth when an eminent writer begins a biography on him, but he's afraid his fortunes may change if his real story is exposed. Dazzled by flattery and numbed by threats, the biographer gets caught up in the rituals, politics, and back-stabbing tactics that are the daily sport of the cutthroat movie industry.