Max Manus: Man of War Page #3

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Suddenly he was standing over me, and

I felt warm, German urine down my neck.

No way!

Yes, and afterward he gave me

a nice, warm hug.

- I'm sure you deserved it.

- Speaking of urine...

- Are you about finished?

- With what?

Acting like that.

- First impressions aren't always right.

- They usually are.

So you're a self-absorbed,

superficial b*tch?

You're getting better acquainted, I hear?

This has been a very long day.

- Gregers...

- Tikken.

Talk to you later.

What are you doing?

Corporal Gregers Gram!

Second Lieutenant Max Manus!

I will never forget you for this.

You are an inspiration to us all,

Your Majesty.

You are the inspiration,

Second Lieutenant Manus.

You are facing difficult times.

I do not doubt your courage.

But I ask you not to underestimate

the enemy the way he underestimated us.

Please express my gratitude

to all those who could not be here today.

Your contribution to Norway is

both decisive and historic.

Just seeing you here today fills

a King with enormous pride.

God be with you all!

I stood too far from him.

Did I look stupid?

Not at all.

He knew my name.

The Captain called it out!

- Heard anything?

- Yes, we leave in 2 days.

- And with more equipment this time.

- Of course, now that you know the King.

- Mr Fehmer...

- Excuse me.

Mrs Jacobsen would like a word with you.

Please sit.

What can I do for you?

Her son, Sigurd Jacobsen, was arrested

in connection with

the incident at the harbour.

Sigurd is a good boy.

I swear he has nothing to do with this.

His uncle has been

a Nazi party member for years.

I'm considering joining the party myself.

My dear, you don't have

to join the party to convince me.

He is all I have.

I'll look into it, Mrs Jacobsen.

Shall I withdraw the order?

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

- How the hell did they find Sigurd?

- It wasn't your fault, Max.

- He died for the cause.

- For the cause?

Look at that! The ships we took out

were dinghies compared to that.

The Donau carries soldiers and weapons.

And they have tripled security.

- How can we beat that?

- They make mistakes, we don't.

Because we're so damned professional?

This isn't a game, Max.

What if they got your name?

- They didn't.

- No?

That's why he's dead, and I'm alive.

Solveig, do I look like a Norwegian now?

I quit at the end of the week.

- My dear, what is the matter?

- Why did you lie to that woman?

- What do you mean?

- About her son.

You must understand, Solveig.

It's not easy to be in my position.

These hopeless terrorist

attacks serve no purpose.

Civilian lives are at risk

if we don't stop them now.

Sometimes difficult decisions

must be made for the common good.

What would you have done?

I want to live in peace.

Do you?

I am here because I love this country.

I want to build a future here.

The resistance will end once people realise

we only want what's best for them.

You plan on shooting me?

Kolbein?

Still as reckless?

- When did you get out?

- Just now.

3 whole years!

How did you get out?

The Germans must have figured out

that I had nothing to do with you.

- Want some real coffee?

- Yes, please.

Can we take it outside?

I've had enough of small, dark rooms.

- What are you going to do now?

- Get back at them.

- You can't wait to get locked up again?

- They'll never catch me.

Why not enjoy your freedom?

Can't round a corner without

encountering a checkpoint.

Mr Bugge, Mr Brun, have a nice day.

Mr Blue...

- Did he say what he wanted?

- Just to meet us here.

Jens Christian sure looks serious.

- What was that about?

- Haven't you heard?

Quisling's latest notion

of a National Work Service?

He won't get anywhere with that. Only

retards and unemployed will volunteer.

- He's making it compulsory.

- He can't do that!

He wants to send Norwegians

to the Eastern Front.

- Entire classes. Boys between 18 and 20.

- How many are we talking?

70,000-80,000 men. The summonses go

out tomorrow. Show up, or be arrested.

- What can we do?

- Damn!

Who is it? The Gestapo?

Gunnar, who is it?

- My mother.

- Your mother?

She thinks I'm in Sweden.

She'll have a breakdown if she sees me.

They have archives around town

with all the names.

- Where?

- We'll hit 2 of them:

The archives are at police major Kielland's

and the Employment Office downtown.

- After you. Have a nice day!

- Thank you.

Everyone out!

Get out! Hurry!

- What took you so long?

- It wasn't our fault!

- Who is it?

- Hi, it's Karl Johan!

I have an important message

for Major Kielland.

Quiet... Are you sure you are alone?

- Where are the archives?

- Found them!

There's a lot here.

Sit here. Don't worry.

We won't hurt you.

Should we blow them up?

- No, let's burn them in the fireplace.

- What? He could be back any minute.

- Dick will ring the doorbell.

- Why not just blow them up?

Listen to me. People are sleeping

in the apartments next door.

It will take all night!

- Are you done yet?

- How is she doing?

Not great.

- How many, Dick?

- I don't know.

- Germans or police?

- Police.

- Where is Timo?

- Church Street.

OK, Per? That way!

Lars Emil, you come with me.

- The rest, go that way.

- Come on, run, Max. Come on, Gregers!

- Up there.

- Huh?

Don't move!

Hands up!

Turn around. Turn around!

Raise your hands higher.

Come this way. Slowly!

Lars Emil!

You were lucky. You'll be fine.

- Who is here?

- Max and Kolbein!

- Where is Lars Emil?

- He didn't make it.

- And Dick and Timo?

- We think they made it.

Should have blown up

the whole damn thing.

- What about Per?

- No, unfortunately.

You had 50 men at your disposal.

We hit him. In the neck.

We will find him.

Why do I have to work

with such incompetents?

You had him surrounded,

but you idiots let him get away?

That's enough. This is unacceptable!

I want you to stay away from

my investigation from now on.

- Is that clear?

- Yes.

- Is that clear?

- Yes, that is clear!

Where is Max Manus?

Take him away.

Let's continue this tonight.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

I packed your things. We leave in an hour.

3 TERRORISTS SHO There are 2 sides to every story.

And the winner decides who is

the terrorist and who is the patriot?

Do we need the propaganda?

It's so risky, along with everything else.

It's a necessary risk.

- I just don't want anything to happen.

- Please shed a tear for me if it does.

And make sure my statue

is placed somewhere flattering.

- Here you go.

- What is this?

- A summer gift, from us to you.

- From Scotland.

- Open it!

- OK...

- What have you come up with now?

- Wait and see.

That's the British royal family's

hunting lodge.

It's true. We thought

we broke into a regular cabin.

But it was full of rococo furniture

and a wine cellar and...

Have you no manners?

- Ask this conservative politician.

- You two stay away from my son!

- You have a son?

- Yes. George. He is 5.

The world's greatest boy.

- Where is he now?

- At boarding school. It's safer there.

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