36 Hours Page #3

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- Those stupid, arrogant...

Pike has been trained to resist interrogation,

no matter how brutal.

I didn't say it was definite,

I said perhaps.

The general was able to

secure a concession.

They're giving you 36 hours.

If you don't have the information,

the SS will take over.

I can do it in that time.

Unfortunately, that decision

was arrived at early this morning.

Karl, why didn't you call me?

Because I'm sure that

the SS has tapped these lines.

- Oh, the S...

- Now, Walter.

I know you're an outspoken person.

I didn't want you to say anything

that might endanger your health.

So I drove here.

It took longer than I thought.

The unbelievable stupidity.

If this was some whim of mine,

I could understand their attitude.

This procedure has

proven successful in 18 cases.

Walter, the general explained all that.

He showed them the records.

Now, wait a minute.

I admit the information we've obtained

so far has been minor, all right.

Troop disposition, strength of units.

But Pike?

Pike attended the final briefing of

the Allied High Command on April the 15th.

He knows every detail of the invasion.

And he'll tell me everything

we wanna know...

...openly, completely, willingly,

if given enough time.

You still have more than 24 hours.

Karl, it takes overnight to dye his hair.

- That doesn't give you much time.

- No, it certainly does not.

Not with some ignorant, heel-clicking

storm trooper snooping around.

They are sending a Standartenfhrer.

His name is Schack.

He speaks English and

he has been told to wear civilian clothes.

Walter, can you do it?

I can try.

He should be coming around

any moment now. Come on.

He's conscious now.

Here we go.

He's accepting it.

Good.

He's completely disoriented.

- Shall I go in to him now, doctor?

- No.

Got a feeling he's gonna come

barging out of there any second.

Take it easy, Jeff.

Jeff, take it...

Jeff, take it easy, you're all right.

You're fine, Jeff.

Jeff. Now, come on.

Told you not to leave him alone.

Sorry, doctor. When I saw

him coming out of it, I called you.

Now, that's it. That's a boy, Jeff.

Easy, boy.

- Where am I?

- There we go.

Jeff, Jeff, do you feel all right now?

Jeff? Jeff? It's Walter.

Don't you know me?

Or Anna?

He doesn't remember.

His reaction's different

to the other incidents.

His recovery is similar

to Colonel Watson's.

- He's in a mild hypnagogic state.

- He'll be in good contact in a little while.

What happened?

How the hell did I get here?

Jeff, Jeff, just take it easy.

We're gonna explain everything to you later,

but right now, you just relax.

Believe me, you're in no danger.

You're in a U.S. Army hospital,

I'm an Army doctor.

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