Force 10 from Navarone Page #2

Come on, move!

Come on!

Mallory.

Okay.

- Seen any of the others?

- Not yet. Get down!

Come on.

- Okay, Reynolds?

- Yeah.

Where's your Sgt. Miller?

How the hell did he get here?

You let him on the plane?

I think he more or less

invited himself.

- Where did you learn to use a knife?

- Harvard University, man.

You don't call him man.

You call him sir, and you call me sir.

And as long as you're here, you do

as you're told. Understood, soldier?

Yes, sir.

We've gotta get out of here

before that patrol comes back.

Lt. Reynolds, take point.

Sgt. Weaver, bring up the rear.

And everybody keep up.

All right, let's go.

Organized young gentleman,

isn't he?

- Any idea where we are, colonel?

- Not a hell of a lot, no.

If we keep going east, we'll

end up where we're supposed to.

How did we get stuck

with those two clowns?

I don't know, Doug.

Some idiot at British HQ.

Come along, gentlemen.

It's not teatime yet.

Do you think that young man has

any idea where we are, Milly?

- No, I shouldn't think so.

- I shouldn't think so, either.

I'll go and try and find out.

Yes, why don't you do that.

Excuse me, colonel.

Do you have any idea

where we are?

I've got a good idea where we are.

And how long it's gonna take to get

there, if you two can't keep up.

All right, let's move it.

- This is really beautiful country.

- Yes, marvellous.

Rather like the Scottish Highlands.

- Do you know Scotland?

- No.

Yes.

I've often thought that I'd rather like

to settle down there some day.

Looks like you're gonna have

to change your plans.

Take it easy.

Welcome.

Capt. Drazak.

Seventeenth Partisan Regiment.

- Good morning, captain.

- Welcome, welcome!

Thank you, Capt. Drazak.

They frightened you with bandages,

huh?

Without bandages you...

German, how you say:

You say, "flamethrower. "

Yeah, yeah, flamethrower.

Hello! Hello!

How do you do?

This is Maritza,

good soldier comrade.

How do you do,

good soldier comrade?

Hello, blackie.

Maybe it comes off now, Maritza.

Back off, soldier.

I make big joke...

...but joke on me.

Good, blackie. Come, we go.

We eat with our comrades.

We make friends and drink.

Then we fight the Germans.

Come.

Come, we go.

Where did you learn to punch

like that? Harvard?

No, Harlem. Colonel?

I'm not trying to get anybody

killed, least of all me.

- But that big idiot back there started it.

- Just watch yourself, soldier.

- How's the leg today?

- It's much better, thank you.

Good, good. Well, it looks like

things may work out after all, huh?

Well, perhaps Miller and I can still

carry out our little sideshow.

Sorry about Force 10.

You're down to two men, aren't you?

Of course, I don't know

what your mission was...

...but obviously it just isn't

on now, is it, colonel?

Looks rather like your own youngster,

doesn't he?

Do you really think so?

Please, come.

Come, eat.

We are Chetniks...

...not stinking Partisans.

We hunt Allied commandos

like wild pigs!

We work with Germans.

They are our friends!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Maj. Schroeder, 11 th army corps.

How do you do, major?

Delighted to meet you.

We thought these people were

Partisans.

- Of all the luck, eh, Barnsby?

- Sure.

Chetniks? Who would have

believed that?

The other three Allied missions

that fell into our hands...

...were not quite so happy about it

as you appear to be.

I'm not surprised, sir.

But, you see, we're not commandos.

We're deserters.

Deserters?

Give them to me, major.

We kill them now.

You see, we were

in a prison camp in Termoli.

We escaped.

Managed to steal a plane.

Flew here, RAF Lancaster.

Were attacked, hit, bailed out and

landed in your territory, thank God.

Fascinating.

Tell me, why exactly

did you desert?

Now, I'm glad you asked that.

Yes.

Well, I am afraid

that is rather a long story.

Oh, please, you must not

be afraid of boring me.

Have you ever heard of penicillin?

No.

Well, I'm not surprised.

It's new.

It's a drug that prevents wounds

from becoming infected.

It cures a whole range of infections...

...including some of the nastier

social diseases.

It's become one of the most

sought-after items on the black market.

Our friend here, Sgt. Weaver

of the American Medical Corps...

...was our supplier.

You are saying you stole these drugs

from the Army to sell to civilians?

Not just to civilians, major.

We'd sell it back to the Army.

Any army.

I see.

Tell me, what has all this to do

with that suitcase you keep looking at?

Well, that suitcase

is full of our penicillin.

Oh, indeed. Perhaps

I could see some of it?

Certainly, major.

Open it, Miller.

You can't do that here,

you'd ruin the lot.

You know perfectly well that

any contamination will destroy it.

It must be opened

under laboratory conditions.

There's nearly half a million

pounds worth of stuff here.

I know all that, but the major

is not interested in our penicillin.

He only wants to know the truth.

What's the use of a half a million

pounds to you out here?

Yes, well, that's beside the point,

sir, but I'm not going to open it.

Our story doesn't seem

to convince you.

No, it does not.

That's up to you, but every word

he's told you is true.

If you don't believe it,

check with your intelligence.

They'll verify the entire story.

Oh, I shall certainly verify

your story.

Every word of it.

Get in!

Cute story, major, very cute.

Now, what happens

when they open the suitcase?

I should think we'll all get shot.

Don't you, colonel?

Headquarters acknowledges

your signal.

Thank you, Bauer.

Maritza...

...what do you think?

They're lying.

What does it matter, anyway?

Kill them.

Yeah, you are probably right.

Do you know what I was thinking?

After the war, $1 million.

You, a simple peasant girl

from where?

I can never pronounce the name

of the place you come from.

With so much money, we could...

They're lying.

Kill them.

Out! Get out.

What did I tell you?

Well, at least we got

a good night's sleep.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Our intelligence confirms

your escape from Italy.

You and you, follow me, please.

Your escape from Italy

is one thing.

The rest of your story

is something else.

I had time to sleep on it.

So this morning,

you know what I did?

I opened the suitcase.

Maritza!

And what do you think I found?

Firewood.

What did you expect? We buried it

before your Chetniks picked us up.

We're not stupid. It's the only thing

we've got to bargain with.

That is what I thought you would say.

I think you're lying.

You know they're lying. Why don't

you let Drazak get rid of them?

Gently, Maritza.

I don't believe your so-called penicillin

exists, but it just might.

So I will let you go

and dig it up for me.

And if we do, you'll shoot us

and bury us in the same hole.

I shall certainly shoot you

if you don't.

Well, gentlemen,

the choice is yours.

What I can't figure is how

the firewood got in the case.

Neither can I.

Don't know where we're going to find

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