The Devil's Rock Page #2

Captain Grogan?

For King and country?

Or for Britain or New Zealand?

We are more similar that you care to admit.

You are a New Zealander,

but of British descent,

are you not?

Was not Britain itself

a nation of Vikings and Saxons,

superior Germanic people?

We should be fighting on the same side,

not against each other.

But enough of politics.

Very pretty.

Strong features.

Girlfriend?

Wife?

Awaiting the return of her hero husband?

Pity...

...if I were to...

Tell me exactly when the Allies

plan to take back these islands.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Well, that is a soldier's lot

on lonely outposts such as this.

- No!

- Soon she will be gone.

Who is she?

I have my duty.

Please.

- She's Helena.

My wife.

She was my wife.

April 1941, in London,

there was an air raid.

Shelter was hit. Hundreds were buried.

I went to help.

We found only mangled corpses,

women and children.

I made it home in the early hours

of the morning. Our hou...

Our house had been hit.

And...

I dug again, this time alone.

And I found her.

What was left of her.

I never got to say goodbye.

This war has taken its toll on all of us.

- You say that

as if you're not responsible.

- I am just a soldier, like you.

- No.

No, not like me.

Ah!

: I told you...

We're both in the same sh*t.

We could've helped each other.

- What could I possibly

help you with, Meyer?

Torturing female prisoners?

Murdering your own men?

What kind of lunatic Special Action Unit

did they pull you out of?

Jews and Gypsies not enough for you?

- I've already told you...

None of those men died by my hand.

That prisoner,

she is not what you think she is.

- Sorry, Joe.

: Please, help me. Please.

Please, help me.

- It's safe.

- Don't...

You're safe now.

I can take you from here.

There's a submarine off the coast.

We can get to it.

Jesus! Jesus Christ!

Ben...

- Helena...

No... No, you're dead.

- Please...

There isn't time to explain.

The German, he'll be back.

Don't leave me here with him.

Don't let him touch me.

- How... How can this be?

- Ben! You've got to get me free.

You've got to unlock this chain!

- You were so...

You were so torn.

You-you-you were broken.

You, uh...

I held you in my arms.

- Ben... pull yourself together.

This is real. I promise.

There's a key... downstairs.

You must find it.

- Don't think about releasing her.

There's a good chap.

- What in God's name is going on here?!

- Nothing in God's name,

I can assure you of that.

Now, please, step away from her.

- Ben, help...

- Silence, you hag!

That creature

is not who you think she is.

- How is she here?

- That Luger had...

only three rounds left.

By my count, you are out of bullets.

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