Secret Mission

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1

Yes?

- Major Garnett?

- He's inside.

-I've a message for him.

- All right.

- I'm going in, son,

I'll show you the way.

Right, thank you.

This way.

Come in.

Message for you, sir.

Please sign here.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, sir.

Go and find Private Clark,

and send him here at once,

will you?

Very good, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Raoul?

But Mrs. Beaton says

stir slowly.

I have told you a hundred

times that your Mrs. Beeton

Was a savage. A barbarian!

To make this souffle...

Give me an egg,

I will show you.

An egg? Don't you know

there's a war on?

(SCOFFS) I seem to have

heard something about it.

Raoul? Just a minute.

Lunch is almost ready.

Would've been ready hours ago

if Captain Carnot had left it

to Mrs. Beeton.

Now I understand

why the English will never,

never learn to cook.

Well!

And who invented roast beef,

if you please?

What is it?

Mackenzie didn't get back,

so we're off tonight.

Just had this from HQ.

- We are taking Captain Gowan

and Private Clark with us?

- Sure.

I'd hate to go on a trip

like this without Nobby Clark.

Besides, he knows that part of

the country as well as you do.

Man's well-read. I believe

he's got Indian blood

in his veins.

He can smell his way about.

Should be a good party.

Yes, I'm looking

forward to it.

So am I, except

it's going to be a bit tricky.

It will be odd going back.

Seeing the Boche swaggering

about the place.

- I hope I shall manage to

keep my temper.

- I'll watch you.

- You sent for me, sir?

- PETER:
Yes.

- You know Saint-Antoine,

don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Think you could find your

way there from the coast?

- Yes, sir.

Why?

Well, I haven't told you

before, but that's

where we're going.

We're never going to

Saint-Antoine.

Well, that's where

my old woman lives.

Yes, I know.

- Well, don't you want to

see her again?

- No, thank you very much, sir.

You see, it's one of the joys

of this here war that

I can't see her again.

- I'm sorry,

that's where we're going.

- Oh, it's not fair!

- Cigarette?

- Thank you very much, sir.

Of all the places

in the world,

they had to pick the one place

Where my old woman lives.

No, it's not right, sir.

- Well, don't worry about it,

I'll get somebody else.

- Yes, sir.

- Sir?

- Yes?

Sir...

It ain't safe to

go without me.

I suppose I'll have to go

with you.

It's a great sacrifice, mind.

- See, I'm putting my head

in a noose.

- Well, that's excellent.

- Hello, Red.

- Hello, Raoul. Hello, Peter.

Hello. You been telephoning

your blonde?

No, that's all washed up.

She's taking this austerity

business too seriously.

You know, you ought to have

joined the Air Force, they're

much more successful.

Oh, I get along, sir,

I get along.

I met a little redhead

last night,

and she's got everything.

At least I think she has.

- When will you know?

- She's dining with me tonight.

- No, she's not.

- No? Why?

Because we're going

on a little trip,

and it's a stag party.

(COUGHING)

Um, excuse me, sir?

If it's all the same with you,

I should like to be back for

the 3:
00 Saturday.

- I've got a cert running

at Newmarket.

- What do you know?

Gay Gabby.

Should start at any price.

I know a jockey.

Never trust a jockey.

You're speaking of

my late profession, sir.

You're a bit large for

a jockey, aren't you?

Well, I wasn't exactly

a jockey.

I used to lead the horses

around the paddock, and that.

Oh. I'm very sorry, Nobby.

Forgiven and forgotten, sir.

- Well, how are we?

- Fine.

I had much worse crossings

in the old days.

Yes, seems like a rather

long time ago now, doesn't it?

- How near are we?

- We're pretty near.

Coming up on deck?

- Ship's stopped, sir.

- Right.

- Cut through the minefield,

all right.

- Good.

- You been at this long?

- About a year.

- It's a pretty good sport.

- Not for me,

I don't like mines.

- I'd be frightened to death.

- You soon get used to it.

See that dark shape

over there?

- That's France.

- France!

I never thought I would

come home like this.

Well, it's as far as

we go, sir.

A dingy will take you

the rest of the way.

Well, that's good.

I thought we'd have to swim

or something.

- Thanks for bringing us.

- I'd do the same for you again

one day, sir.

Hope so.

- Don't hit anything

on the way back.

-(LAUGHS) I'll try not to.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- I don't envy them their job.

- Nor do I, sir.

- (WHISPERING) Here's the wire.

- Yep.

(EXPLOSIONS IN THE DISTANCE)

- What's the time?

- Just 2:
00.

The bomber boys are late.

(AIRPLANES APPROACHING)

- No, they're not.

- That ought to keep them quiet

for a bit.

(EXPLOSION)

PETER:
Come on.

- I can't, sir!

- PETER:
What's the matter?

I've caught me britches!

Wait a minute,

I'll give you a hand.

Now beat it for the woods.

I'll follow you.

(GERMAN SOLDIER YELLING)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Very near. Thank you, Red.

A little "V" sign, I think.

- No, it'll mean more hostages.

Come on.

- I didn't think of that.

What on Earth has happened

to them?

I don't know, sir.

Major Garnett was on my tail

a minute ago.

This is where we separate.

- Now let's have a last check.

Got your map?

- Yes, sir.

- Got ours?

- Uh-huh.

- Map reference? Right.

- 5-3-2-5-1-8.

Now we rendezvous there

on Friday at 0200 hours.

Give him your directions

again, will you?

It's on the edge

of a big clearing,

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