Top Secret! Page #5

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the American rock-and-roll star?

No, I'm not.

But you must be.

Won't you sing us just one song?

I'm sorry. You must have me

confused with somebody else.

I'm Mel Torme.

That was close.

Perhaps a bit too close.

What do you mean?

We have absolutely no proof that

this man is who he claims to be.

And yet we're asking him

to lead us...

into the most heavily guarded

prison in Germany.

Why, Nigel, that's absurd.

Just a moment, my darling.

We know he came to us

with no credentials.

We know the Germans never knew

the location of our headquarters...

until he arrived.

And we know that we've been

infiltrated by a traitor.

Nigel, what are you saying?

How do we know

he's not Mel Torme?

Eva, look.

He's at the jukebox.

Well, get out on that floor

and hit that rug tonight

Well, get out on that floor

and hit that rug tonight

We're gonna shake that rug

till the early, early light

I said romp and stomp and slide

like a devil on a thread

Yeah

I said romp and stomp

And slide like a devil

on a thread

Well, stand back, baby

I believe I'm gonna fray my edge

You gotta straighten the rug

Yeah, straighten the rug

You gotta give it a push

Yeah, give it a shove

Well, rug cuttin', honey

Now, baby, won't you give it a tug

You better watch the mean old rug

don't bite you back

You better watch that mean old rug

don't bite you back

Yeah, I'm tellin'you, baby

it ain't no backdoor mat

You gotta straighten the rug

Yeah, straighten it out

You gotta give it a shove

Yeah, scream and shout

Well, rug cuttin', honey

you know what I'm talkin'about

Well, rug cuttin', honey

come on, let's straighten it out

And there's nobody

I'd rather straighten it with

Than you

This is not Mel Torme.

Oh, Nick.

Yes?

We don't know what's going

to happen down there.

This may be the last time

I'll see you...

and there's something

I wanted to say.

- You don't have to say anything.

- But I want to.

You must know that when

we were together last night...

I had no idea

that Nigel was still alive.

And now that you know?

Nick, his work

is so important to him.

I must stay with him.

He pleaded with me

not to leave.

I just hope you realize

that's all he means to me.

Oh, I don't know

what's right any longer.

I only wish

I didn't love you so much!

I've spotted the herd.

They're the key to the whole plan.

Now, we're here.

Every morning at 7:15,

the prison guards bring the cows...

from here, up this road

towards the prison...

for their morning milking.

Du Quois and I will merge

with the herd here...

and sneak in through the gate

and the electrified fence.

Then we'll break away

from the other cows...

and enter

the generator building here.

At exactly 7:
25...

we cut the power.

Then the rest of you

come through here...

scale this wall, and Nick

can lead you to Flammond's cell.

Meanwhile, Hillary will steal this

truck by the railway crossing...

and pick us up back here.

Then we'll drive to the landing

field and the waiting plane.

Let's go.

No, you take the head.

I'm taking the back.

- But the plan was...

- Forget the plan.

I'm giving the orders here.

Shut up and give me the back half.

All right.

Be an a**hole.

Here they come.

Okay, let's move out.

All right, let's go.

Double time.

We only have five minutes

to get to the circuit box...

and throw the switch.

We've got to hurry.

Can you see the gate?

- Yes. It's just ahead.

- Where are the guards?

I can only see one.

- Ow!

- Ja there, girl! Move along!

Stay behind the guards.

Once we get around this corner,

we'll break away from the herd.

Okay, now!

I think we did it.

- Can you see the generator?

- Yes, it's over there...

behind the feed bin.

All right, let's go.

We've got to hurry.

Nigel? You okay?

- Oh, yeah.

- Let's go.

What's the hurry?

Why are we always

in such a bloody rush?

I just wanted to stop

to take a rest.

The guards have passed.

All right. How long

till they cut the power?

Three more minutes...

and we can cut the wire.

There it is.

Lovely.

You're all right now.

I'm here.

Yeah, it's all right.

Ow!

Hey.

Here, here.

- Nigel, what are you doing?

- Never you mind.

Why do you want to go back

to the meter shed?

We're going

to turn the power back on.

But that will set off the alarm.

The others will be trapped.

I refuse.

Oh?

This gun in your back

says you won't.

Now, move!

So, it is you

who is a traitor.

Don't take it too badly,

old boy.

You're no more of a fool

than the others.

Now, get over there

and pull that...

Dr. Flammond!

- We're taking you out of here.

- But my daughter.

- Hillary's safe. She's with us.

- Thank God.

But how ironic. Another day and

I would have completed my tunnel.

Nice work.

- Very clever, my darling.

- Nigel!

You seem to have put the pieces

together very nicely...

but unfortunately

it's too late for you...

and the others.

But, Nigel, how could you?

It wasn't very difficult.

I could have returned to rescue you

from that wretched island...

but it would have meant leaving

my newfound comrades.

Comrades?

Yes. It was a Russian ship.

They taught me all about

you imperialist swine.

I was exposed to the works

of great thinkers...

Karl Marx, Lenin,

L. Ron Hubbard, Freddie Laker.

Now, get into the truck.

We're going for a ride.

- Where's the truck?

- Where's Hillary?

- I'm hungry.

- Du Quois!

What happened?

Nigel made me go back

to the meter shed...

ordered me

to set off the alarm.

And what does he want us

to do now?

Nothing, you numbskull.

Nigel's a traitor!

Latrine!

- What happened?

- Nigel took Hillary in truck.

That way.

I cannot leave the country

without my daughter.

I'm going after them.

I'll meet you at the landing field.

Whether you make it back or not,

that plane must take off...

with Dr. Flammond

at 1800 hours.

We recommend you be there at least

especially at this time of year.

Good luck, Nick.

Let's go.

Good luck.

You've got to hand it

to the Germans.

They make great cars.

Good-bye.

There's no more time.

We've got to take off now.

I will not leave

without my daughter.

Listen, old chap.

In a few minutes, it'll be dawn...

then we'll be sitting ducks

to their antiaircraft guns.

Wait.

There they are!

Oh, Father,

thank God you're safe!

My darling. How I feared

I would never see you again.

I am so proud of you,

my beloved.

There'll be time to talk

on the plane. You'd better hurry.

But I can't go on that plane.

- But, Hillary...

- No, Father. I'm needed here.

For as long as a single man

is forced to cower...

under the iron fist

of oppression...

as long as a child

cries out in the night...

or an actor

can be elected president...

we must continue the struggle.

No, Hillary.

It is much too dangerous

for you in Germany now.

Yes. Go with Nick.

Don't worry about us.

We will hear his music

on the Voice of America.

We will hear it in the hearts

of the people...

and in elevators everywhere.

And as long as we do,

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