Hell's Angels Page #6

Yes.

My friend will never tell,

but I wanna live. I'm ready to talk.

You are very wise.

Now, please, draw a rough map for me

showing your positions,

brigade numbers, disposition,

hour of attack, purpose, number of men.

Wait a minute.

I'll tell only on one condition.

Ah, so, a condition.

Yes.

If I give this information,

my friend will know it.

Back home after the war,

he'll tell everyone that I was a traitor.

You leave that to me.

Why not let me

have that satisfaction?

What do you mean?

I do not understand.

One does not kill a friend.

Friend. He's not my friend.

He stole the girl I love

and I hate him.

Huh. History repeats itself.

You make rather hard terms.

I'll tell

only on that condition.

One bullet.

What if I miss?

Give me two to make sure.

No. A good soldier

will need only one.

Very well.

Not so fast.

He will give you the bullet outside.

Well?

I didn't tell, Monte.

Why? What happened?

Has he changed his mind?

No. Don't you think

you can go through with it now?

What do you mean?

Of course we can.

It won't even hurt.

It'll all be over in a second.

We can stand anything for a second.

No, no, Roy. L-I can't do it.

I'm going to tell.

Listen, Monte. We tell,

the whole brigade will be wiped out.

Three thousand men,

and they all want to live too.

You wouldn't spoil their chances,

would you? That's not my business.

I didn't start this war.

I didn't get them into this mess.

Let 'em take care of themselves. They'll

get wiped out sooner or later anyway.

I wanna live. Live!

You won't tell, I'll tell.

Listen, Monte!

I'll tell! I'll tell!

Let me out!

I'll tell everything I know.

The brigade is moving up.

They're going to attack...

Oh. Roy.

Oh, Monte. Monte.

Monte.

Monte.

Don't cry, Roy.

It was the only thing

you could do.

The brigade, Roy.

Yes, Monte?

They'll be all right now, won't they? Yes.

Who's that?

It's the general.

You... You thought we'd tell,

didn't you?

Good old Roy.

You won't tell, and I...

forgotten... it all.

Oh, Roy. Roy.

Yes?

Where are you?

Don't go away, Roy.

I'm here, Monte.

Can't you feel me holding you?

Hello, Karl. Fig eights.

Cold up here in the night patrol.

Awful to be in the dark.

Oh. I'm afraid.

Look out. Look out!

We're falling! We're going to crash!

Do something, Roy!

Quick! Quick! Quick!

It's all right, Monte. Monte?

It's all right.

Monte? Monte.

Oh.

Well?

You heard what my brother said.

Your brother?

I'll never tell you anything.

Achtung!

I'll be with you

in just a minute, Monte.

Come on, you Seventh Brigade.

We got 'em now.

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