Desperate Journey Page #3

- Yeah.

Take the skipper back.

I think we're gonna land hard.

Motorcyclists, attention!

To the scene of the crash, approximately

three kilometers cast of the main road.

Terry.

Terry.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

Johnny, Johnny, how are you?

I'm all right.

Had the wind knocked out of me.

Who's got that light?

- It's me, Edwards.

- Somebody give me a hand with Hollis.

- Go ahead, Johnny.

Jed, give me a hand with the skipper.

I can make it. Don't bother with me.

I'll go back and help the others.

- Is he badly hurt, sir?

- Pretty bad. Give me that flash.

Yes, sir.

I'm all right. Just a bit dizzy.

Get them away.

Everything's soaked with petrol.

- Are the others?

- Yeah, all of them.

Hey, what's that?

Into the bushes, quick.

- But Kenton, Warrick, Evans.

- All dead, kid.

- But their bodies.

- He had to do it. The bomb sight's in there.

Come on, quick. Get moving.

Don't go so close. It may explode.

- Prussians.

- Did he say so?

No, but I know the accent.

You understand that stuff?

- Come again?

- I said sure.

Come on. We can go.

They are all burned, anyhow.

I think so too.

The sergeant guessed

they'd all been killed in the crash...

...and the trooper agreed with him.

Come on. We gotta get out of here.

The skipper's bleeding pretty badly.

Look, blood.

Did we...?

Did we did we flatten the target?

Sure, you bet, skipper. Knocked it cold.

Three direct hits.

I knew we could.

If we stayed high.

Told you.

Going in low...

...suicide.

Hands up. You are prisoners.

The major orders to bring in

the English prisoners right now.

The major orders to bring in

the English prisoners right now.

Come on. Come on.

Line up the prisoners

in front of the desk.

Says line up.

Step back.

Major, the prisoners

have been brought in.

The questions I will ask you

are purely routine.

Your names will be given

to the International Red Cross...

...so that your country may be notified

that you are prisoners of war.

Your name and rank.

Go ahead, kid. You can tell him that.

- Your name and rank.

- Lloyd Hollis II, flight sergeant.

By any chance the son

of the English ace of the last war?

He's my father.

I see. Too bad you will not have

the opportunity...

...to follow in your father's footsteps.

- You?

- Flying Officer Johnny Hammond.

You?

Flying Officer Jed Forrest.

You?

- Well?

- Kirk Edwards, sir. Flight sergeant.

T. Forbes, flight lieutenant.

Lieutenant,

your squadron and station numbers.

- Don't tell him that.

- Why not?

Group 929, station 428.

I am quite aware

there're not so many units...

...in the British Air Force.

You will give me the correct numbers.

Okay. Group one, station one.

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