Attack On The Iron Coast Page #2
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- Year:
- 1968
- 89 min
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I waited up for you.
Come on, play with me.
Not now.
Maybe-maybe later, huh?
Straight whiskey.
You promised.
All right, Timmy.
That's enough.
Off to bed now.
Good night, General.
- Here you are, darling.
- Thank you.
Relax.
Daddy, how many soldiers
did you kill today?
I didn't have time
to count them all, General.
Go!
Come on, keep your heads down!
Keep your heads down.
Go! Go!
Go! Keep it down!
Keep low! Go! Go!
Go! Keep down!
All right, go!
Keep down! Keep down!
Down!
Move! Fast, fast!
Still at it, eh?
I saw the RTS test.
It's a beautiful job.
It really does scramble radar.
I told Captain Franklin that we'd like one
mounted on the masthead, okay?
- Look, if I'm in your way-
- You're not.
Jamie,
I told you from the start
what I think about this operation.
Now, if that offends you,
get someone else.
I don't want someone else,
I want you.
But I want all that you have to give.
You're getting it.
And Franklin?
Well, he's hardly a convert,
but despite what you think of him,
he's a very good officer.
This scrambler was his brainchild.
He delivers, Jamie.
Then where are the ships and equipment
that I ordered three weeks ago?
Supplies are pretty tight these days.
You wouldn't kill me, would you?
The Royal Navy wouldn't be trying
to give me the Royal you-know-what.
- A lost order here, a slow delivery-
- Come off it, Jamie.
than to wet-nurse you?
Kimberly here.
Yes.
Yes.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Bye.
That was Franklin's office.
Your equipment will be in
at noon tomorrow.
Put some beef into it.
Make it real.
They must be out of their minds.
Who do they think they're kidding?
They're not kidding.
Captain Franklin and Don are aboard
the Sweeper inspecting her now.
This is it, huh?
This is it.
Now, just a minute, sir.
- This is a fighting ship?
- I beg your pardon.
Major Wilson, Lieutenant Forrester.
Sir, this vessel's a ship of the Line
in His Majesty's Navy
and has had nine battle engagements.
I am her skipper.
According to Captain Franklin,
she is now expendable
because of some crazy notion
of the Army, who, it seems to me,
ought to stay in their own britches.
With your permission, sir,
the details of the execution
while I go below
and comfort her ancient bones.
You don't miss a chance to slur
and downgrade this operation, do you?
Even to the skipper
of this garbage scow.
Well, it won't work.
You want to scuttle Mad Dog,
but it won't work.
This heap of scrap is not acceptable,
and neither are those
waterlogged fishing smacks.
I'm going over your head, Captain.
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