Top Secret Page #4

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in ways I cannot describe.

Oh, Nigel, it must have been awful.

Latrine!

- What did you find out, Latrine?

- Where are the others?

We never had a chance.

It was a slaughter.

We must put a stop

to these afternoon football games.

- Which direction did they come from?

- Up the road.

- Take cover!

- They're gonna kill us all.

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. Now everybody's accounted for.

Here's the plan.

We'll be taking off at 1 :00 am.

What about the American?

A truck will be here

at exactly midnight.

He'll jump on the back

and be driven on 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, 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.

I know how you feel about me.

But put your feelings aside

for something more important.

Like 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? 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, 8:
00 am.

That means the traitor

is someone at this very table.

Excuse me, aren't you Nick Rivers,

the American rock and roll star?

No, I'm not.

But you must be.

Won't you sing us 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 no proof

that this man is who he claims to be.

Yet we're asking him to lead us into

Germany's most heavily guarded prison.

- That's absurd!

- Just a moment, my darling.

He came to us with no credentials.

The Germans never knew the location

of our headquarters, until he arrived.

And we've been

infiltrated by a traitor.

Nigel, what are you saying?

How do we know

he's not Mel Torme?

Look, he's at the jukebox.

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.

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?

Oh, Nick, his work is so important to him.

I must stay with him.

He pleaded with me not to leave.

I just hope you realise

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 7:1 5

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

in 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.

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 drive to the landing field

where the plane will be waiting for us.

Let's go.

No, you take the head.

I'm taking the back.

- But the plan was...

- Forget it.

I give the orders.

Shut up and give me the back half.

All right, be an a**hole.

- Here they come.

- OK, 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.

There girl, move along.

Stay behind the guards.

Once we're round the corner

we'll break away from the herd.

OK, now!

I think we did it.

- Can you see the generator?

- It's behind the feed bin.

All right, let's go. We've got to hurry.

Mon Dieu!

Nigel, you OK?

Oh, yeah.

Let's go.

What's the hurry? Why are you always

in such a bloody rush?

I just wanted to take a...rest.

- The guards have passed.

- How long till they cut the power?

Three more minutes.

Then we can cut the wire.

There it is.

Lovely.

You're all right now. I'm here.

It's all right.

Hey.

Here, here.

Vive la France!

- Nigel, what are you doing?

- Never you mind.

Why do you want to go back

to the meter shed?

- We're turning the power back on.

- But that will set off the alarms.

- The others will be trapped. I refuse!

- Oh?

This gun says you won't.

Now, move.

So, it is you who is the traitor!

Don't take it too badly.

You're no more a fool than the others.

Now, get over there and...

- Dr Flammond.

- Nick!

- We're taking you out of here.

- But my daughter.

Don't worry. Hillary's with us.

Thank God, but how ironic.

Another day and I would have

completed my tunnel.

Nice work.

Nigel.

Very clever, my darling.

You've put the pieces together

very nicely,

but unfortunately it's too late

for you and the others.

- But how could you?

- It wasn't difficult.

I could have returned to rescue you

from that wretched island,

but it would have meant leaving

my new found 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 in the truck.

We're going for a ride.

Something's wrong. Where's the truck?

- Where's Hillary?

- I'm hungry.

What happened?

Nigel made me go back to the meter shed.

He ordered me to set off the alarm.

And what does he want us to do now?

Nothing, you numbskull, Nigel's the traitor.

Latrine!

Nigel took Hillary in the truck. That way.

I cannot leave the country

without my daughter.

I'm going after them.

I'll meet you at the landing field.

Nick, whether you make it back or not,

that plane must take off

with Dr Flammond at 1 8:00.

But we recommend you be there

at least 45 minutes before departure,

especially at this time of year.

- Good luck, Nick.

- Let's go.

Good luck.

You've go to hand it to the Germans,

they make great cars.

Goodbye.

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

and we'll be sitting ducks

to their anti-aircraft guns.

There they are!

Oh, Father. Thank God, you're safe.

How I feared I would never see you again.

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