Desperate Journey Page #5

Cut out that Napoleon stuff.

I'll tell him we're on leave...

...in a hurry to see our girls.

- Ask him if he knows any girls.

Aha.

The general staff.

Attention.

Well, you've really made it

very cozy here for yourself.

Is there anything I can

do for the gentlemen?

- Excuse me, but we thought...

- You're not supposed to think.

Do you cattle happen to know

where you are?

In the salon car of the

General Field Marshal Von Goring.

And you cattle have the nerve

to act as though were at home.

Now, just look at this mess here.

Well, are you really sure that this is the

cigarette that tastes best to you?

- Yes, yes.

- Well, that really makes me very happy.

Pull your bones together,

you stuffed pig.

Out with you. All of you.

Or I'll chase you around with a gun...

...so that you won't know

whether you're fish or flesh.

Something like this, in my whole life.

Hail, Hitler!

Attention! Search the train.

- Hey, you. Did anybody get off the train?

- Yes, major.

In the salon car of Field Marshal Von

Goring. I found five soldiers.

- I sure kicked them out.

- So, you fool, I chase after these guys...

...for hours and you, ox, let them go.

I'm going to report that. Come on.

Search the station yards.

Not you, you nincompoop.

You've made enough trouble.

I cannot understand that

they leave a house like that empty...

...now when thousands of wounded arrive

every day from the east.

It could be fixed up for a hospital.

Look, where does that smoke come from?

Not at all bad.

Needs a little something, though.

Kirk, is that really gonna turn out

to be something we can eat?

I was famous for the way I cooked

my stew at Wipers in November, 1918.

- What happened to the men who ate it?

- Nobody ate.

They used it for explosives.

Germans signed the armistice the next day.

Think they could hold out

against my cooking?

How much longer before it'll be done?

It should be ready by the time

Terry gets here with the drinking water.

Well, you better start dishing it out.

Here he comes now.

Search that guy.

Let's see if he's got a revolver on him.

Back up.

Let's see what else you've got on you.

To the wall. Back up.

We're going to show you how to behave.

Obedience, respect. We are going to

show you what you have to do.

Ridiculous gang.

Hey, Krauts.

How about giving us a break...?

Back up to the wall.

Well, how was the stew?

It was good.

- I feel up to anything now.

- You do?

Gents, I have a little suggestion

to make.

What about a spot of sabotage

at the chemische Versuchsanstalt?

What's that, sir?

- Chemical plant. Makes incendiary bombs.

I remember that.

Second objective, night we dumped our load

on Stettiner freight yards.

I passed the place on my way

to get the beer.

- It's about a half a mile from here.

- So that's what held you up, huh?

Uh-huh. Oh, baby.

What a beautiful fire that's gonna make.

And oh, baby, do I love a beautiful fire.

Imagine the CO's face when we get back

and tell him we got it from the ground.

We get the Victoria Cross,

each of us with 37 palms.

- At least.

- With a spot of luck.

Suppose we don't have that spot of luck.

It's worth taking a risk to knock off

a chemische Versugar...

Whatever you call it.

Why? That's always been

a secondary objective.

Information on Messerschmitt

factories is important.

We'll get that back, but let's knock off

this chemical plant first.

Two jobs at once.

We haven't the right to risk getting back

on side issues. Weigh the values.

That's what comes of being

a bookkeeper.

Add everything, plus and minus,

stick in a decimal point...

...and let it take all the fun out of life.

- Fun?

I didn't get into this war for fun or

adventure or because it was expected of me.

I got in because it was a hard,

dirty job that has to be done...

...before I can go back

to doing what I liked.

Before a hundred million other people

can go back to doing what they liked.

It's no bright game to me.

It's just a job.

A job that has to be done as rapidly

and as efficiently as possible.

Look, Jed, if you think

I'm playing games...

...well, that's your opinion.

I'm leading you into something desperate.

I know that.

But I figure we've got about one chance

in 10,000 of ever getting out of here.

And if we are gonna get knocked off...

...I just want to leave a couple of bouquets

behind to be remembered by.

That's all.

Do you wanna put it to the vote?

Never mind.

What's your plan?

I made a sketch of the factory.

There's an iron door leading in the back,

right here.

- When does our relief come?

- Oh, in about ten minutes.

That's about time.

The time goes awfully slow tonight.

Detachment. Halt!

Order arms! Forward, march!

Here, try this.

Right.

Lloyd, you stay here and keep watch.

Now, if we don't make it,

set fire to these oil drums.

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

- Here, take this. You got a match?

- Yes, sir.

Okay. Come on, Johnny.

See, here is

the Chemical Experimental Plant.

Put your guards all around,

here, here, here and here.

At once, major. Come, Come,

don't stand around. Do something.

Come, come. Such a mess.

For two days, these men have

been running around free in Berlin.

Light, quick.

I copped a good one, didn't I?

Don't talk now, kid.

Here, put it under his head.

- We've got to get him to a doctor.

- No. No, mustn't.

- You'll all be arrested.

- Don't worry about that.

Don't risk a doctor.

- You'll all be caugh...

- Shh.

- I don't think she heard us.

- No.

Look, I'll scout the neighborhood,

try and find a doctor.

Is that all for today, miss?

Do you need anything else?

No, thanks.

- Pardon, miss.

- Where is the nearest doctor?

- Dr. Franz Schneider.

Where is that?

Maasson Street, twenty-nine.

Thank you.

Send him to my uncle.

- One moment, please.

This doctor is out of town.

Go to Dr. Ludwig Mather,

Crown Street 24.

- Yes?

- Excuse me, is Doc...?

- Oh.

- Come in, please.

- You are Englishmen?

- Yes, and desperate.

You're quite safe. In here.

I had the druggist direct you here

so that my uncle and I could help you.

How did you know?

He spoke as I passed by

your hiding place.

Water. Give me water.

Keep him quiet.

There's a patient

in my uncle's office now.

Doctor, here is an emergency case.

Oh. Excuse me, Mrs. Raeder.

- Englishmen, fugitives.

- Shh.

How long ago was he shot?

About half an hour.

Can you help him?

I can try.

I'll get rid of my patient.

So, Mrs. Raeder,

that looks already pretty good.

- Shall I come back, doctor?

- This way, please.

Take the bandage off tomorrow

and if it's not quite all right...

...come back again.

Good night, Mrs. Raeder,

and a speedy recovery.

Thank you, doctor. Good night.

Please, sir, just a glass of water.

Sure, kid. Right here.

Please, sir, some water.

- Good night, miss.

- Good night.

Here you are, kid.

Ooh. Better take it slowly.

How's that? Better?

- Can I help you, doctor?

- No, my niece can assist me.

You'd best wait in the other room.

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