Desperate Journey Page #3

Even at cruising speed...

...the kinutaspel hepulace

is prenulated by the amsometer.

Makes no difference.

Could be taking off.

Snowing or raining, any pilot will tell you

that the altitude, 10, 20, 30, 40,000 feet...

Who is spitting at me?

That must stop.

- Oh, Terry. He wants to talk to you.

- Oh.

- Stay there.

- The major wants to see me.

Go.

The iron fist has a glass jaw.

At your command, major.

Schuman,

the major wants you. Hurry up.

Attention.

About face.

Now, bring in my comrades. Come on.

The major orders to bring

in the prisoners once more.

Come on. In here.

Here we go again, boys.

Major!

- Out the window, quick!

The Fuehrer speaks in five minutes

over the radio...

...from Russia.

Probably news about a victory, major.

Major.

Major. Major.

Memo. Request for transfer.

Kirk's in trouble.

He's run into them

or he'd be back by now.

Don't worry. He can handle himself.

I don't know.

Hey, here's a dilly. Listen to this.

"To the commandant, the Ninth District.

If our gallant allies on the Russian front,

the three picked Italian Infantry Divisions...

...continue to advance at present rate,

they should reach their objective by spring."

- What's their objective?

- Rome.

Oh.

- Looks as though...

- Something important?

"Prenzlau, Grlitz..."

- We've hit the jackbox.

- Jackpot.

- Yeah.

- What is it? What is it?

Baumeister's recommendation for protection

of the underground Messerschmitt factories.

Those trucks at Arnswalde

weren't coming out of a gopher hole.

That's not all. There's five more of them.

"Prenzlau, Grlitz, Luckenwalde,

Freiberg, Eger."

Enough information on the camouflage plan

to lead our bombers right to them.

We take that back to England,

they'll give us Buckingham Palace.

Johnny, here's something

that'll interest you.

"These factories must attain

top production within two months."

Very interesting. What does it mean?

Oh. "These factories must

attain maximum output within 90 days.

They are our Fhrer's answer

to America's exaggerated promises...

...of assembly line production.

With the new Messerschmitt 114s

gaining air supremacy...

...over the English and Irish ports...

...our bombers will make certain that not

one soldier or bullet will reach England...

...from the degenerate democracy

across the water."

Degenerate democracy.

That's a great crack, coming from Adolf.

People in Jersey City

aren't gonna like that.

If we can get this information home,

we'll flatten Adolph's prize factories...

...faster than his generals get apoplexy.

- But how...?

The one at Arnswalde,

we'll keep for ourselves.

We'll tell the CO we ought

to get the first crack at it, because...

- Wake the kid. Go ahead.

- Hollis, wake up. Shh. Quiet.

Any luck?

- There is no food left in Germany.

I went through three farm houses. Nobody

lived there. They hadn't left a crumb.

- Met a rat in a closet, eating its heart out.

- Who was it, Goebles?

It couldn't been if it had a heart.

What now?

We'll do better further west.

Where are we now?

As near as I can figure, we're here.

That's roughly 400 miles

to the Channel coast.

Well, let's get started. We'll head west.

Maybe we'll get

to swipe a car or something.

- Still got this.

Wait a minute.

We can't take risks like that.

You like slogging

around in this muck?

I'm as cold and hungry

as the rest of you.

But there's more at stake

than our own necks.

We've got information to take back.

Valuable information about those

Messerschmitt factories.

Or maybe you'd forgotten about that.

No, I haven't forgotten about it.

You got the makings

of a first-class brass hat.

Oh, come on. Let's break it up.

Let's get started.

I don't understand it. Every time

I went foraging during the last war...

...I always came back with something.

A ham or a chicken or a cheese.

I remember once we were billeted

back at Wipers and I got a cow.

A whole cow.

I got the head of it mounted

in my living room now.

- What did you do with the rest of it?

- I ate it.

Hang on, kid.

Soon as the sun comes up,

you can sleep until it sets again.

Hang on to me.

Quickly. We cannot lose any time.

I brought the map along,

and can give you an exact report.

- Speak English?

- Like I was in London born.

- Heard anything?

- They have not been found yet.

Where are your posts?

At each red circle, a sentry.

At each square, a guard post.

- What of these bridges?

- Since there are sentries here and here.

Put a guard on every bridge,

on every boat landing.

- Yes, sir.

- They'll make their way through the swamp.

The bridge guard will take them.

- You told him of those flyers?

- Not yet.

Silly ox, what are you waiting for?

Get me the sentry

on the Mannenheim Bridge.

Hey, sun's gone down.

Time to get started.

Why do you have to wake me up every

time I got a date with Ann Sheridan?

Come on, sonny. Daddy's gonna take us

for another nice long walk.

Hey, wait a minute.

"Fellows, rather than bring

the whole party to a standstill...

...l'm going to give myself up.

The best of luck, Lloyd."

- That crazy kid.

- We could have taken turns carrying him.

Or course we could, if he'd let us.

- His trail, through the rushes.

- Hasn't much of a start.

- It's a cinch he can't go fast.

- Sure. Come on.

I think the kid is right.

He knew we could never make it with him.

I suppose you want us to give him up.

- You're still in command.

- Thanks.

- Anything?

- Not a trace.

- Must've stayed on the pavement.

- lf he did, he's likely under arrest by now.

Hey! Hey!

- So tried to powder out on us, huh?

- We ought to give you a spanking.

- I thought that...

We couldn't get you through?

No, but that information, it's important.

And without me to slow things up...

Listen, kid.

You're just as important

as that information.

You'll reach Piccadilly

if I have to carry you piggy-back.

If that's where we're going,

get started. I'm hungry.

- This is the right direction.

- Let's stay close to the rail.

Wait a minute. What's that?

Over the side, quick.

Say, sir, I've been thinking.

Suppose we get separated somehow.

Could you teach us enough German

to make answers, in case...?

I know enough already.

Say, "Ja, hail Hitler,"

and, "Nein, hail Hitler."

Suppose someone asks

you what time it is.

Show him on your fingers.

Yeah? Suppose it's 12:00.

You can always say, "No saber, senor."

Look, you better just listen to him

in English.

Halt! Hands up!

Come on, higher!

Okay, okay. Don't get itchy.

Englishmen! Three steps closer.

He says, "Come closer."

Halt! Detachment, about face! March!

Turn around.

Hey, what time is it?

Shut up or you'll be shot!

Getting late.

Come on, you big pickle-puss.

Give me one chance to kick you

in your goose step.

Your whining won't help you any.

You have to be quiet, understand?

Said pleading will get us nowhere.

Obviously doesn't understand English.

What is that?

- I'm telling them.

Uh-huh.

Now, when I say go, you hit him high.

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