In retrospect, it had a very Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade feel to it, as if Nazis and blonde spies were going to motor down from the castle at any moment to collect them for a mission. I think this would make a good story. Yes. Yes, I do. Shut up. I can hear you. But I have no skills at historical storytelling, so that's right out. But Riley. He'd make a great American spy, posing as a German soldier. That earnest face, that easy affable air that says, "I'm a good Nazi," but in truth could hide all sorts of devious tricks. Spike of course is the real Nazi, wooed to the side of truth, justice, and the American way of life. The gay American way of life. Not to America itself, though--not until after the war. Meanwhile, there should be trips to the opera and dim cafes, and frolicking in the countryside, and perhaps weekends in a Swiss chalet, with down bedding and crackling fires. And lots of angst and secret meetings and ruthless murders and rescues. I have not put enough of these things in Noir, come to think of it. I am bad and wrong.
And I am bored, and again with the tired.