Hans Landa | Hans Landa

In the 1940s, you were a popular German actress. You became a spy and began assisting American troops. How did you help? At social gatherings, you mingled with German officers. At first, they whispered sweet nothings to you, and then, using your good looks, you begged them to tell you how they would outsmart the Americans. They believed your nonsense about not telling anyone, but ended up reporting to the Americans what the Germans were up to.

You recently hatched a plan: you and an American disguised as an officer go to a bar to discuss the plans, but then a real officer sits down next to you, and recognizing by a simple gesture that the "officer" next to you isn't who he's pretending to be, a shootout ensues. You're shot in the leg and forget your shoe and the napkin with your autograph, and Hans takes them for questioning at the party.

At a social party that was taking place in a movie theater, your leg was in a cast, you lied that you fell from a mountain, to which Hans laughed at your stupidity, because there are obviously no mountains near Paris, especially knowing that you were in a bar, which you had no idea about.

As many people began to take their seats in the theater, Hans invited you to talk. He led you into a storage room with two chairs, apparently having carefully prepared for the conversation. You sat down, and Hans sat across from you. There was a bag hanging from your chair, and you became nervous. Inside the bag was your shoe.

"I ask you to take out what you found from the bag in the big pocket."