Northern Pursuit Page #5

Synopsis: Canadian Mountie Steve Wagner captures a German Luftwaffe officer on a spy mission, who later escapes from the prison camp. To catch the spy ring, the Mounties employ a ruse so that the spies, believing Steve to be sympathetic, enlist him in their plans.
Director(s): Raoul Walsh
Production: Warner Bros.
 
IMDB:
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Year:
1943
93 min
43 Views


She goes too.

What for?

To keep the girl company.

Maybe she doesn't want to come.

No one remains behind.

She breaks trail.

Well, Herr Oberst...

...let me wish you

a pleasant and successful trip.

Wish it for both of us.

For both of us?

But my work's done,

my mission's accomplished.

Mine isn't.

But, Herr Oberst,

I'd be of no value on such a trip.

Not to me, but you might be

to the Canadian authorities.

Oh, they can get nothing out of me.

You know you can trust me.

I trust no one.

Herr Oberst,

I'm a loyal servant of the Reich...

...but I'd be of no help on the trip.

I'd be a hindrance.

I've lived in cities all my life.

I'm not used to this.

I'm not a young man.

I might not be able to keep up with you.

Oh. That would be too bad.

Are you ready, Wagner?

What's our destination?

Destination?

That's a long way off.

I think I better give you your direction

day by day.

Your compass reading for today

is northwest by north.

Traveling by land's a lot different

than traveling by plane, you know.

Sometimes you can save time

by going the long way around.

That's why I have you, my friend.

You will tell me every day

whether we climb the hills or go around.

Herr Oberst, I beg you to reconsider.

I tell you, I'll be useless on this trip.

Wagner, we go.

Mush.

Herr Oberst.

Now what?

- My feet. It's hard to keep up.

You go so fast.

I have no time for rest.

It would be most unfortunate

if you couldn't keep up with us.

Wagner, we are moving. Get going.

Mush.

Looks like you're in a bit of a spot.

Don't worry.

I'll fix your feet up so you can travel.

Thanks. But why should you help me?

I've got a feeling

we're gonna have to help each other.

There you are.

That's the only thing for frostbite.

The skin of a freshly killed rabbit.

The Indians always use it.

They're cold and slimy.

Yeah,

but they'll feel like hot water bottles.

- You'll be able to walk.

- Thanks.

You can do me a favor if you like.

- I'll be glad to.

- How much further have we got to go?

You should have asked me that

before you put these on.

Well, I'll ask you tomorrow,

when your feet start freezing up again.

That's just the first treatment.

Ernst.

Is this map an exact copy

of the one I had to get rid of?

Exactly.

What is it?

- You hear that wolf that is howling?

- What about it?

You're a good soldier. I'll have

to take you along on all of my trips.

- I'm all right, I'm fine.

- Sure you are.

Pop always said I was a liar.

Steve, I'm scared stiff.

The best soldiers are always scared,

but they get the job done anyhow.

Where are we going?

What are they gonna do?

I don't know.

All I know is that they're aviators.

Until I find out what's going on,

I've just gotta play along.

Well, do you think Keller's convinced

you're on his side?

I don't know, he's pretty clever.

Suppose you do find out

what they're doing?

What will we do then?

There are only two of us.

Uh-uh. Three of us.

Did you hear that wolf howl?

- Uh-huh.

- That was Jim.

I always told you he was a wolf at heart.

What did she say?

She says Dagor's been sent out

by the Germans to hunt the wolf.

- Can't we do something?

- Nothing.

- Do you suppose they killed him?

- I don't know, we can only wait and see.

- Maybe you should talk with von Keller.

- No, we don't know anything.

Remember that. Just gotta wait.

There is a mounted policeman following us.

Probably a friend of yours.

Yeah? No friend of mine.

No? Well, who could it be

then in your opinion?

Why, I have no idea.

Perhaps the regular patrol.

I thought this was unchartered country.

So it is,

but even the policemen get lost sometimes.

- We can get rid of him easy enough.

- How?

By doubling back

and heading out in a new direction.

I don't think I want to lose him.

I would like to meet him.

We will wait.

Trying to make a smoke signal.

That was stupid of you, Wagner.

Very stupid.

Wait a minute, you don't have to do that.

- I'll go down and bring him in.

- No.

Wait a minute.

I'll bring him in unarmed. I guarantee it.

He might be useful to us.

I give you my word.

All right, bring him in.

- Jim.

- Whoa!

Jim.

- What happened? How'd you get away?

- I didn't.

- They're up there, they've got us covered.

- What do you want me to do?

Put your rifle down.

I told them I'd bring you in.

- No, let's make a break for it.

- They've got Laura.

Laura?

We'll figure out something later.

You better put your hands up.

Jim. Jim.

Wagner, you made it very simple for me.

You're always under my feet.

- I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

Stop whining, I'm sick of it.

I'm very ill, I have fever.

All right, you are ill, but shut up about it.

- I'm sorry, Herr Oberst.

- And don't say that again.

Three days in this cave

are beginning to tell on him.

- Beginning to tell on me too.

- Hope this storm keeps up.

Another few days,

they'll be at each other's throats.

How long will this storm last?

What do you think I am? Prophet?

Wagner, I don't know why

I put up with your insults.

I do.

Steve, what's gonna happen to us?

Think of what happened to Jim.

Jim.

I can't get him out of my mind.

I keep seeing him lying there

in the snow.

Steve, what are you made of?

Ever since Jim died, you haven't said

a word about him, not a word.

Do you know of any words

that will bring him back?

I'm sorry.

What were they arguing about?

One of them swiped that coat

from the Indian woman.

Now they're fighting over

who's gonna have it.

It's an old Nazi custom.

Wait.

No freedom for Indians

until Germans come, eh?

Isn't that what you said?

The snow has stopped.

Prepare to travel right away.

I don't think I can make it.

What did you say?

I can't travel yet.

I'm still feverish.

You gotta give me another day.

We have no more time to waste.

Very well, I'll try it.

Just a minute.

One minute, I'll be ready.

No, no. You are too ill to travel.

No, I'm feeling much better.

I'm all right, I'm fine.

You said you would be of no help.

You were right.

- You are no longer of any use to me.

- Herr Oberst...

- You are no longer any use to the Reich.

- No, that isn't true.

I am. I will be.

This isn't my work. I told you that.

But as soon as I'm well,

I'll be able to serve...

No, no.

No, Herr Oberst, I'm not useless.

I helped you to escape.

You remember that.

I helped you to escape.

And I am loyal. Ask him.

Wagner, tell him I'm loyal.

You wanted me to help you,

but I wouldn't, you remember?

Tell him I'm loyal. Ask him, ask him.

He tried me to get him to help him

but I wouldn't.

Wagner, hurry up.

Get going. You, miss, we're moving.

Dagor, bring the dogs.

Wagner.

Wagner.

No. No, I'm not useless.

Hear that?

That's gonna happen to all of us.

Now, if you do what I say,

we can save the women.

- How?

- Get your skis on.

Try to get in touch

with the North Beacon Post.

Dagor.

Dagor.

Dagor.

Heinzmann. Moeller.

Keller.

- The women have got to go back.

- Go back? Are you insane?

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Frank Gruber

Frank Gruber (born February 2, 1904, Elmer, Minnesota, died December 9, 1969, Santa Monica, California) was an American writer. He was an author of stories for pulp fiction magazines. He also wrote dozens of novels, mostly Westerns and detective stories. Gruber wrote many scripts for Hollywood movies and television shows, and was the creator of three TV series. He sometimes wrote under the pen names Stephen Acre, Charles K. Boston and John K. Vedder. Gruber said that as a 9-year-old newsboy, he read his first book, "Luke Walton, the Chicago Newsboy" by Horatio Alger. During the next seven years he read a hundred more Alger books and said they influenced him professionally more than anything else in his life. They told how poor boys became rich, but what they instilled in Gruber was an ambition at age nine or 10, to be an author. He had written his first book before age 11, using a pencil on wrapping paper. Age 13 or 14, his ambition died for a while but several years later it rose again and he started submitting stories to various magazines, like Smart Set and Atlantic Monthly. Getting rejected, he lowered his sights to The Saturday Evening Post and Colliers, with no more success. The pulps were getting noticed and Gruber tried those but with no success. As a story came back with a rejection slip, he would post it off again to someone else, so he could have as many as forty stories going back and forth at different times, costing him about a third of his earnings in postage. Erle Stanley Gardner called him the fighter who licked his weight in rejection slips. February 1927, he finally sold a story. It was bought by The United Brethren Publishing House of Dayton. It was called "The Two Dollar Raise" and he got a cheque through for three dollars and fifty cents. Answering an ad in the Chicago Tribune, he got a job editing a small farm paper. In September he got a better paid job in Iowa and soon found himself editing five farm papers. He had lots of money and even wrote some articles for the papers but found he had no time to write the stories he wanted to write. In 1932 the Depression hit, and he lost his job. 1932 to 1934 were his bad years. He wrote and wrote, many stories typed out on an old "Remington" but of the Sunday School stories, the spicy sex stories, the detective stories, the sports stories, the love stories, very few sold, with some companies paying him as little as a quarter of a cent per word. He had a few successes and remained in Mt. Morris, Illinois for 14 months before deciding to head to New York on July 1, 1934. There were numerous publishing houses in New York and he could save money on postage but this led to him walking miles to deliver manuscripts as he had so little money, not even enough for food most of the time. He stayed in a room in the Forty Fourth Street Hotel ($10.50 per week). In his book, The Pulp Jungle (1967), Gruber details the struggles (for a long time, at least once a day he had tomato soup, which was free hot water in a bowl, with free crackers crumbled in and half a bottle of tomato sauce added) he had for a few years and numerous fellow authors he became friendly with, many of whom were famous or later became famous. Early December 1934 and with endless rejection slips, he got a phone call from Rogers Terrill. Could he do a 5,500 word filler story for Operator #5 pulp magazine by next day? He did and got paid. Even better, they wanted another one next month, and another. He was then asked to do a filler for Ace Sports pulp, which sold. Gruber's income from writing in 1934 was under $400. In 1935, his stories were suddenly wanted and he earned $10,000 that year. His wife came to live with him (she had been living with relatives) and he lived the good life, moving into a big apartment and buying a Buick ($750). January 1942, Gruber decided to try Hollywood, having heard about the huge sums some stories sold for and stayed there till 1946. Gruber—who stated that only seven types of Westerns existed—wrote more than 300 stories for over 40 pulp magazines, as well as more than sixty novels, which had sold more than ninety million copies in 24 countries, sixty five screenplays, and a hundred television scripts. Twenty five of his books have sold to motion pictures, and he created three TV series: Tales of Wells Fargo, The Texan and Shotgun Slade. His first novel, The Peace Marshall, which was rejected by every agent in New York at the time, became a film called "The Kansan", starting Richard Dix. The book has been reprinted many times with total sales of over one million copies. He bragged that he could write a complete mystery novel in 16 days and then use the other 14 days of the month to knock out a historical serial for a magazine. His mystery novels included The French Key (for which he sold the motion picture rights for $14,000 in 1945) and The Laughing Fox. more…

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