Force 10 from Navarone Page #3

Yes, why don't you do that.

Excuse me, colonel.

Do you have any idea

where we are?

I've got a good idea where we are.

And how long it's gonna take to get

there, if you two can't keep up.

All right, let's move it.

- This is really beautiful country.

- Yes, marvellous.

Rather like the Scottish Highlands.

- Do you know Scotland?

- No.

Yes.

I've often thought that I'd rather like

to settle down there some day.

Looks like you're gonna have

to change your plans.

Take it easy.

Welcome.

Capt. Drazak.

Seventeenth Partisan Regiment.

- Good morning, captain.

- Welcome, welcome!

Thank you, Capt. Drazak.

They frightened you with bandages,

huh?

Without bandages you...

German, how you say:

You say, "flamethrower. "

Yeah, yeah, flamethrower.

Hello! Hello!

How do you do?

This is Maritza,

good soldier comrade.

How do you do,

good soldier comrade?

Hello, blackie.

Maybe it comes off now, Maritza.

Back off, soldier.

I make big joke...

...but joke on me.

Good, blackie. Come, we go.

We eat with our comrades.

We make friends and drink.

Then we fight the Germans.

Come.

Come, we go.

Where did you learn to punch

like that? Harvard?

No, Harlem. Colonel?

I'm not trying to get anybody

killed, least of all me.

- But that big idiot back there started it.

- Just watch yourself, soldier.

- How's the leg today?

- It's much better, thank you.

Good, good. Well, it looks like

things may work out after all, huh?

Well, perhaps Miller and I can still

carry out our little sideshow.

Sorry about Force 10.

You're down to two men, aren't you?

Of course, I don't know

what your mission was...

...but obviously it just isn't

on now, is it, colonel?

Looks rather like your own youngster,

doesn't he?

Do you really think so?

Please, come.

Come, eat.

We are Chetniks...

...not stinking Partisans.

We hunt Allied commandos

like wild pigs!

We work with Germans.

They are our friends!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Maj. Schroeder, 11 th army corps.

How do you do, major?

Delighted to meet you.

We thought these people were

Partisans.

- Of all the luck, eh, Barnsby?

- Sure.

Chetniks? Who would have

believed that?

The other three Allied missions

that fell into our hands...

...were not quite so happy about it

as you appear to be.

I'm not surprised, sir.

But, you see, we're not commandos.

We're deserters.

Deserters?

Give them to me, major.

We kill them now.

You see, we were

in a prison camp in Termoli.

We escaped.

Managed to steal a plane.

Flew here, RAF Lancaster.

Were attacked, hit, bailed out and

landed in your territory, thank God.

Fascinating.

Tell me, why exactly

did you desert?

Now, I'm glad you asked that.

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