Secret Mission
- Year:
- 1942
- 94 min
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Yes?
- Major Garnett?
- He's inside.
-I've a message for him.
- All right.
- I'm going in, son,
I'll show you the way.
Right, thank you.
This way.
Come in.
Message for you, sir.
Please sign here.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.
Go and find Private Clark,
and send him here at once,
will you?
Very good, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Raoul?
But Mrs. Beaton says
stir slowly.
I have told you a hundred
times that your Mrs. Beeton
Was a savage. A barbarian!
To make this souffle...
Give me an egg,
I will show you.
An egg? Don't you know
there's a war on?
(SCOFFS) I seem to have
Raoul? Just a minute.
Lunch is almost ready.
to Mrs. Beeton.
Now I understand
why the English will never,
never learn to cook.
Well!
if you please?
What is it?
Mackenzie didn't get back,
so we're off tonight.
Just had this from HQ.
- Sure.
I'd hate to go on a trip
like this without Nobby Clark.
Besides, he knows that part of
the country as well as you do.
Man's well-read. I believe
he's got Indian blood
in his veins.
He can smell his way about.
Should be a good party.
Yes, I'm looking
forward to it.
So am I, except
it's going to be a bit tricky.
It will be odd going back.
Seeing the Boche swaggering
about the place.
keep my temper.
- I'll watch you.
- You sent for me, sir?
- PETER:
Yes.- You know Saint-Antoine,
don't you?
- Yes, sir.
way there from the coast?
- Yes, sir.
Why?
Well, I haven't told you
before, but that's
where we're going.
Saint-Antoine.
Well, that's where
my old woman lives.
Yes, I know.
- Well, don't you want to
see her again?
- No, thank you very much, sir.
You see, it's one of the joys
of this here war that
I can't see her again.
- I'm sorry,
that's where we're going.
- Oh, it's not fair!
- Cigarette?
- Thank you very much, sir.
Of all the places
in the world,
they had to pick the one place
Where my old woman lives.
No, it's not right, sir.
I'll get somebody else.
- Yes, sir.
- Sir?
- Yes?
Sir...
It ain't safe to
go without me.
I suppose I'll have to go
with you.
It's a great sacrifice, mind.
- See, I'm putting my head
in a noose.
- Well, that's excellent.
- Hello, Red.
- Hello, Raoul. Hello, Peter.
Hello. You been telephoning
your blonde?
No, that's all washed up.
She's taking this austerity
business too seriously.
You know, you ought to have
joined the Air Force, they're
much more successful.
Oh, I get along, sir,
I get along.
I met a little redhead
last night,
and she's got everything.
- When will you know?
- She's dining with me tonight.
- No, she's not.
- No? Why?
Because we're going
on a little trip,
and it's a stag party.
(COUGHING)
Um, excuse me, sir?
If it's all the same with you,
I should like to be back for
the 3:
00 Saturday.- I've got a cert running
at Newmarket.
- What do you know?
Gay Gabby.
Should start at any price.
I know a jockey.
Never trust a jockey.
You're speaking of
my late profession, sir.
You're a bit large for
a jockey, aren't you?
Well, I wasn't exactly
a jockey.
I used to lead the horses
around the paddock, and that.
Oh. I'm very sorry, Nobby.
Forgiven and forgotten, sir.
- Well, how are we?
- Fine.
I had much worse crossings
in the old days.
Yes, seems like a rather
long time ago now, doesn't it?
- How near are we?
- We're pretty near.
Coming up on deck?
- Ship's stopped, sir.
- Right.
- Cut through the minefield,
all right.
- Good.
- You been at this long?
- About a year.
- It's a pretty good sport.
- Not for me,
I don't like mines.
- I'd be frightened to death.
- You soon get used to it.
See that dark shape
over there?
- That's France.
- France!
come home like this.
Well, it's as far as
we go, sir.
A dingy will take you
the rest of the way.
Well, that's good.
I thought we'd have to swim
or something.
- I'd do the same for you again
one day, sir.
Hope so.
- Don't hit anything
on the way back.
-(LAUGHS) I'll try not to.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
- I don't envy them their job.
- Nor do I, sir.
- (WHISPERING) Here's the wire.
- Yep.
- What's the time?
- Just 2:
00.The bomber boys are late.
(AIRPLANES APPROACHING)
- No, they're not.
- That ought to keep them quiet
for a bit.
(EXPLOSION)
PETER:
Come on.- I can't, sir!
- PETER:
What's the matter?I've caught me britches!
Wait a minute,
I'll give you a hand.
Now beat it for the woods.
I'll follow you.
(GERMAN SOLDIER YELLING)
(GROANS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
Very near. Thank you, Red.
A little "V" sign, I think.
- No, it'll mean more hostages.
Come on.
- I didn't think of that.
What on Earth has happened
to them?
I don't know, sir.
Major Garnett was on my tail
a minute ago.
This is where we separate.
- Now let's have a last check.
Got your map?
- Yes, sir.
- Got ours?
- Uh-huh.
- Map reference? Right.
- 5-3-2-5-1-8.
Now we rendezvous there
on Friday at 0200 hours.
Give him your directions
again, will you?
It's on the edge
of a big clearing,
in the middle of a wood.
It's a very old, big tree.
We used to play there as
children. There are names
carved all over it.
And the code signal for
bringing the aircraft?
- Dawn, ack,
and a series of hours.
-(ALL REPEATING)
We better synchronize
our watches.
Ten...
Five...
Right.
Now all you've got to do is
applaud Captain Gowan,
Keep your eyes open,
from me.
Blimey, what a life.
That means I've got to be
closeted with my missus
for hours and hours.
- Let's go.
- What was that?
It's Tannhauser.
Pilgrim's Chorus.
Lovely, isn't it?
Get down, quick!
Have I been drinking
or something?
Looks like
Model VX.
- The music's too loud.
- Just like Derby Day with all
the hurdy-gurdies.
- Lovely.
- I can't understand it all.
Come on.
Nobby, you and Captain Gowan
can turn off here.
Eight kilometers to the west,
you come into the back of
the village.
Right.
- I'll see you tomorrow morning
at Nobby's cafe, 12:00.
- Good luck.
Good luck.
- Look after him,
he owes me money.
- I will, sir. Like me own mum.
- And how far is it?
- About ten kilometers.
Too far for my liking.
(YELLING IN GERMAN)
Captain Mackenzie,
for the last five hours
I've been asking you
Three simple questions,
Only you are too stupid and
pigheaded to give me a reply!
You look worn out.
Why don't you give me
an answer?
Then you can rest.
If I gave you an answer,
I'd never rest.
You're a fool, Captain!
Maybe.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (SPEAKING GERMAN)
Message just come through,
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