Yellow Canary Page #8

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Put 'em up!

Hello! Hello, monitor!

Monitor, flash this line!

Right. Urgent. This is Lieutenant-

Commander Garrick, Naval Intelligence.

Verify Headquarters.

Message. Call RCMP...

GUNSHO Not you, Mama! Sit down!

Tell RCMP, full steam ahead,

Chateau Brochet. Brochet!

I've got it. You're holding Madame Orlock

and the phoney Captain. I've got it.

Send doctor, ambulance. If this

message is understood, flash again.

TWO BLIPS:

Right, you sons of Fritzes...

Call all patrol cars

and have them converge

on the Chateau Brochet.

Report to that point!

Make a signal, urgent.

Number Four in S Convoy loaded TNT,

due for destruction on arrival.

Number Four in convoy, loaded TNT.

German crew, out to destroy Halifax?

How thick is the fog?

Visibility zero. Fog thickening.

Number Four's in the centre

of the convoy. I'll head her off.

Signal every ship that passes

and identify code numbers.

Aye-aye, sir.

That's her.

Ahoy there! What's your number?

Ahoy there! What's your number?

Number four!

Heave to!

Stimmt etwas nicht. Sind wir

entdeckt? Dann geht's aber los!

Volle Kraft voraus!

Number Four,

heave to or I'll sink you!

Then you'll sink the whole convoy!

Make a signal for every ship to disperse

and meet at the final rendezvous.

Sagen Sie dem ersten Offizier,

volle Kraft voraus!

Make a signal. RCAF. Ask for a bomber

flight to head for this position.

Aye-aye, sir.

Make a signal. RCAF operations.

Yes, I've got it.

Ops Room, urgent message, sir,

from Naval HQ.

Send bomber flight, latitude...

Lookout, visibility?

Visibility ten yards, sir.

No sign of Number Four.

Any sign of her?

No. What do the instruments say?

500 yards to starboard

on a course west by nor'west.

As a last resort, we'll ram her.

The convoy's well out of close range.

AIRCRAFT ENGINES ROAR

Flugzeuge.

Ja.

Squadron Leader reports Number

Four visible above low fog, sir,

about 600 yards

to our starboard.

Make a signal. Squadron Leader...

What does he say?

Finish her off.

Full speed ahead, sou' by sou'west.

All hands stand by in life belts.

All rafts at the ready.

Schnell ansteuern!

Any chance, Doctor?

Sit down, my dear.

No need to fuss round like that.

Much better to get

on with breakfast.

Breakfast isn't in yet.

There's the coffee.

Oh, dear, oh, dear! Coffee, my dear?

Yes, please. Is it one saccharin

or two? One, please.

When I think of that

last day she was here,

that yellow canary, the

things you said to her.

You were just as bad. Was I?

I suppose I was. Oh, dear, oh, dear!

Why was I such a blind fool? You couldn't

help it. If she'd only given us a hint...

She was in the SECRET Service.

Why didn't she wear a uniform?

DOORBELL Front door!

Don't get excited!

Hello, Hargreaves. What are you doing

here? Sorry to sound inhospitable, but...

We were expecting...

She's done her last job for us.

Be prepared for a shock.

She's a very different Sally from

the girl who left a few months ago.

Sally!

Darling! Mother!

How lovely to see you.

Betty! Dad, how are you?

All the better for seeing you.

What's this tin sailor business?

I was so envious

of Betty in hers.

That's splendid. That's pretty good.

The rotten things I said to you

- I should have known!

I was more scared about

fooling you than the others!

What are you doing? Kissing

my mother-in-law. Who are you?

Your son-in-law. Who is this man?

My husband. Your husband?

God bless my soul! Will you stay

for breakfast? Thank you. Charles?

Yes, I'm ravenous!

Made this morning, Miss Sally.

Oh, Reynolds! We shall want two more

places. Miss Sally and her husband,

Mr...? Garrick. Have a cigarette

while you're waiting. Thanks.

Will you...? No, thank you.

I must be dreaming.

I thought I saw a swastika.

You did. That saved Sally's life.

How? Not now, Mother.

It's far too long a story.

Let me see. Of course.

Did you know about this?

- About him?

- No, about Sally and the swastika.

The Colonel invented Sally from

Unter den Linden. How could you!

Sorry. It had to be done.

But it's over now.

The Sally Maitland myth

has been exploded.

There's one thing you don't know.

Not even you, Colonel.

Something that justified

deceiving all of you.

I heard Ribbentrop tell the Fuhrer

the British were decadent

and would not fight. You

think I'd stand that?

Not bloody likely!

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