Lifeboat Page #9

What do you mean, "chickens"?

There never yet was a poor fish

that wouldn't bite on one of those.

Strike!

- t's a good one!

- Careful!

- Easy.

- Easy does it.

- Don't let him have slack.

- Easy.

- There's a ship.

- Huh?

Gangway!

Why, you... My bracelet!

It's the supply ship, all right.

- Yeah.

- Willi's had the last word at that.

Well, some of my best friends

are in concentration camps.

Do you suppose they'll have

any coffee aboard...

real coffee?

- Hello!

- What'd he say?

He says, yes,

they have some coffee...

and Wiener schnitzel

and pig's knuckles...

and sauerkraut

and... apple strudel...

- Hot.

- Look.

The supply ship's signaling.

What's happening?

Why are they turning around?

Maybe they forgot

the cream for the coffee.

They're not going

to pick us up. Hey!

Well, that's... that's impossible.

They can't leave us here like this.

Why... Why, that's inhuman.

As a matter of fact,

it's a violation of international law.

And now, there's a storm coming up.

No, that's gunfire!

I think it would be a good idea

to get out of here!

Do you know l...

You know, I believe that we're being

shelled by our own side.

They're shooting at us! What's the matter

with them? Can't they see us?

- Why can't we signal'em or something?

- With what?

Where are we going?

What's the best place to go?

She's moving towards us.

Hurry up, Kovac!

Can't you boys

row any faster?

In a word, wow!

Relax, Mr. Rittenhouse.

They've got her!

Watch your head!

- She's going down.

- And fast too.

Fast enough for me.

Well, that settles the score.

Here comes our ship. She ought to

be here in about 20 minutes.

What can we use to signal with?

Wait'll she gets a little nearer.

Well, folks, we're in business agai...

There I go again.

Well, I only hope Mrs. Spencer

hasn't been worrying too much.

- Who's Mrs. Spencer?

- My wife.

- George, you're married?

- Those things happen to everybody, you know.

Twenty minutes?

Good heavens!

My nails, my hair, my face.

Oh, I must look a fright.

Oh.

- Oh, here, darling.

- No, darling. You first.

Yes, darling. Yes.'Cause one

of my best friends is in the navy.

- Hmm, nice. Mighty nice.

- The boy goes to high school.

- Really? What's his name?

- George.

- Oh.

- George Charles Spencer.

- Lovely family, George. Lovely family.

- Oh, thanks.

Stanley, do you realize

I don't even know your last name?

G- A-double R-E-double T.

"Garrett."

Garrett.

Am I presentable, darling?

How do I look?

- A million.

- Fifty grand...

Kovac, my boy.

I owe you fifty grand.

- Forget that last hand, Ritt.

- will never forget...

- That last hand.

- Don't be silly, darling.

He'll find a way to take it

off his income tax.

- Not at all. Not at all.

- And don't forget...

- You owe me a bracelet.

- Yows'm.

- And a typewriter.

- Sure.

- And a camera.

- You bet.

And... Look!

- Danke schn.

- t's his arm. Let's get his coat off.

Hey, wait a minute. Have you

forgotten about Willi already?

Ritt, this is different.

The kid's wounded.

- Throw him back.

- Don't be silly, darling. He's...

He's helpless.

He's only a baby.

The baby has a toy.

- should've frisked him.

- You see?

You can't treat them as human beings.

You've got to exterminate them.

Easy, Ritt. He'll

be taken care of.

He's says,

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

I'll have to tie this up till

the ship's doctor takes care of it.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

What are you gonna do

with people like that?

I don't know.

I was thinking of Mrs. Higley

and her baby...

and Gus.

Well, maybe they can answer that.

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