Force 10 from Navarone Page #2

Walter.

Good evening.

Major, move!

- You two guys officers?

- More or less, yes.

We're very much obliged to you,

sergeant.

- Weaver.

- Oh, Sgt. Weaver. Thank you.

U.S. Army Medical Corps.

- But, sir!

- All set, colonel.

- Still stuff outside?

- Yeah.

- Okay, Oberstein?

- Fine.

Hey, sir!

Where's Nolan?

I think you can take it

he won't be joining us.

Okay, let's go.

You son of a b*tch!

I saved your asses back there...

...and you run out on me.

Hey, who is this guy?

Get out of here.

Hey, man, don't push!

Don't push me!

- Look, you!

- I think it's a bit late for that now.

Look, you just shouldn't have

left me there. I saved you bums.

Well, we didn't think you'd like

where we're going.

You let me worry about that, huh?

That guy's gonna melt

into the landscape.

Yeah, them Partisans are gonna think

they've been invaded by Zulus.

Well, you are one man short.

Well, Nolan can handle a chute,

at least.

- Can you handle a chute?

- I can learn on the job.

That's right, you learn

on the way down.

I'd better go tell the colonel

we got us another passenger.

I think the colonel's got enough on

his plate for the moment, don't you?

So sorry.

I was rather hoping we'd lost that.

You never know.

It might come in useful.

Hey, hey, what do you got in there?

My pyjamas.

Looks like high-explosive pyjamas

to me.

Not to worry, old boy.

Been handling this since I blew up

the nursery with my first chemistry set.

Poor old nanny.

We got company.

Cut two!

Reynolds, bail out!

Jump!

Go!

Come on, move it!

Come on, get out!

Come on, move!

Come on!

Mallory.

Okay.

- Seen any of the others?

- Not yet. Get down!

Come on.

- Okay, Reynolds?

- Yeah.

Where's your Sgt. Miller?

How the hell did he get here?

You let him on the plane?

I think he more or less

invited himself.

- Where did you learn to use a knife?

- Harvard University, man.

You don't call him man.

You call him sir, and you call me sir.

And as long as you're here, you do

as you're told. Understood, soldier?

Yes, sir.

We've gotta get out of here

before that patrol comes back.

Lt. Reynolds, take point.

Sgt. Weaver, bring up the rear.

And everybody keep up.

All right, let's go.

Organized young gentleman,

isn't he?

- Any idea where we are, colonel?

- Not a hell of a lot, no.

If we keep going east, we'll

end up where we're supposed to.

How did we get stuck

with those two clowns?

I don't know, Doug.

Some idiot at British HQ.

Come along, gentlemen.

It's not teatime yet.

Do you think that young man has

any idea where we are, Milly?

- No, I shouldn't think so.

- I shouldn't think so, either.

I'll go and try and find out.

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