Top Secret! Page #4

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We had to learn by ourselves.

Then one day he went fishing.

That was the last

I ever saw of Nigel.

I spent months by myself

on that island...

until I was finally rescued

by a passing ship.

I'll never forget

my feeling of relief.

You can't imagine what it's like

to be separated from your family...

at such a young age.

I think I can.

You see, when I was

about six years old...

my mama took me

on a trip to the city.

We went to one of those

big old department stores...

and I got lost.

They tried to page her,

but the PA system was on the fritz.

I never saw my mama again.

People from

the cosmetics department...

fed me a bowl of soup

and some bread.

Days stretched into weeks.

One February,

they got pretty jammed up...

during the semiannual

Lincoln's Birthday sale...

and they asked me to help out

in Preteen Maternity.

Then one day I overheard

a conversation in Personnel...

about them needing a new jingle

for their radio ad.

So, I picked up my guitar

and I wrote down a tune...

that had been mullin' and creepin'

and crawlin' around in my head.

It went something like this.

Are you lonesome tonight

Is your kitchen a sight

Is your wardrobe

All run-down and bare

Is your lipstick all smeared

Are your stockings not sheer

Do they make your legs

show all your hair

Do the tears on your pillow

Roll down as you turn

Do they short out the blanket

And make the sheets burn

Is your heart filled with pain

Will you come back again

Shop at Macy's

and love me tonight

Whoa!

All right, this is it.

I must leave you here.

Go now. Quickly!

- Is he all right?

- He caught a cold the other day.

He's just a little hoarse.

Giddap, Mario. Whoa!

It's been a hard day's night

And I've been working

like a dog

But when I get home to you

- Yes?

- Is this the potato farm?

Yes. I am Albert Potato.

Who are you?

We were sent by Sven Jorgensen.

Come this way.

What do you want?

We want to see "The Torch."

No one is allowed

to see "The Torch."

But we have important information

about my father, Dr. Paul Flammond.

We shall see.

- Nigel!

- Hillary!

It is you.

Oh, my darling Hillary, if only you

knew how I've yearned for this day.

Oh, my darling Hillary, if only you

knew how I've yearned for this day.

Sleepless nights, lonely hours...

hoping, praying that once more...

I would be able to gaze

into your ravishing brown eyes.

Who is this I should thank

for bringing you back to me?

Oh, Nigel, this is Nick.

Nick Rivers.

He is a friend.

Forgive us, Mr. Rivers, if we

have been less than hospitable...

but recently we've had reason to

believe that there is a traitor...

somewhere in the Resistance.

Du Quois, introduce the American

to the men.

Very well.

This is Chevalier...

Montage...

Dtente...

Avant-garde...

and Dj Vu.

Have we not met before, monsieur?

I don't think so.

Over there, Croissant...

Souffl, Escargot...

and Chocolate Mousse.

Now, Mr. Rivers,

what is the news that you bring us?

I've seen Dr. Flammond

in Flurgendorf Prison.

- Flurgendorf Prison?

- He told me the Polaris Mine...

- will be ready on Sunday.

- Sunday?

We'll have to move out tonight.

I'll be back in a moment,

my darling.

- Prepare the gear for the jump.

- Arc de Triomph!

- Cordon bleu.

- Nick, I want to explain.

- What's there to explain?

- I just want to say that...

I'm not the first guy who fell in

love with a girl in a restaurant...

who turned out to be the daughter

of a kidnapped scientist...

only to lose her

to a childhood lover...

she'd last seen

on a deserted island...

and turned out 15 years later to be

leader of the French underground.

I know. It all sounds

like some bad movie.

Forget it.

It'll be better for everyone

if we forget what's happened.

Mr. Rivers, we've arranged

for your safe transportation...

across the border tonight.

It's the least we can do

to show our gratitude.

Come, my darling.

Let me show you what I've done

to the fallout shelter.

Do not take it so hard, Nick.

Life is filled

with its little miseries.

Each of us, in his own way,

must learn to deal with adversity...

in a mature and adult fashion.

- Mind if I have a swig of this?

- Go right ahead.

- What the hell is this stuff?

- Gasoline.

Don't worry, my darling. I'm sure

your friend will get over it.

He seems a good chap, really.

But, Hillary, how wonderful

you've returned to me now...

when I so desperately need you

by my side to fight for the cause.

- Our cause.

- Oh, Nigel, I am proud of you.

But I'm so confused.

All these years

I thought you were dead.

And by all rights, I should be.

I floated at sea for days

nearly unconscious.

As luck would have it, I was

picked up by a passing freighter.

Of course, I tried to get them

to come back to save you too...

but it was a foreign ship

and they didn't understand English.

I yelled and screamed, but it only

seemed to excite them all the more.

They took advantage of me

in ways that I cannot describe.

Oh, Nigel.

It must have been awful!

Latrine!

What did you find out, Latrine?

Where are the others?

Oh, we never had a chance.

It was a slaughter.

We must put a stop

to these afternoon football games.

Which direction

were they coming from?

Up the road.

Take cover!

Oh, my God.

They're gonna kill us all.

Here, take this.

Grenade!

We're running out of time.

The plane will not wait for us.

We'll have to make

a break for it.

Rendezvous at the cafe

near the landing field.

Wait.

Nice shooting.

My man!

Good, you've made it.

Now everybody's accounted for.

Here's the plan.

We'll be taking off at 0100 hours.

What about the American?

A truck will drive by here

at exactly midnight.

You will jump on the back

and be driven to the border.

Wait. Nick is the only one who

knows the inside of that prison.

Well, Monsieur Rivers...

it seems

that you have become...

how do you say, indispensable?

Indispensable.

That's what I thought.

Sorry, fellas. I've done my time

in Flurgendorf Prison.

I got a truck to meet.

Nick, you can ask any price

you want, but you must help us.

Seems as long as I know

my way around that prison...

I'll never be lonely.

Nick, I know

how you feel about me...

but I'm asking you

to put your feelings aside...

for something more important.

Do I have to hear again...

what a great cause you

and Nigel are fighting for?

- But this was your cause too.

- My only cause is my music.

That's exactly what I mean.

Didn't you see the eyes of

those kids at your concert?

Oh, Nick, you must help us.

If not for me,

for the cause of freedom.

Latrine!

A traitor in our midst.

Well done, Latrine.

I see you have

dealt with him appropriately.

Not the bird, you fool!

This is a carrier pigeon on

its way to German headquarters.

Look. A message.

"Resistance planning

to free Flammond...

Sunday, 0800 hours."

That means the traitor

is someone at this table.

Excuse me,

but aren't you Nick Rivers...

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