Force 10 from Navarone

Deep in the heart of the Aegean

lies the island of Navarone.

In 1943, it stood like a thorn

in the Allied side.

Newly designed radar-controlled guns

set in the heart of the ancient rock...

...gave the German High Command

total strategic dominance.

Air strikes and naval attacks

had proven costly and ineffective.

In desperation, the Allies turned

to infiltration.

On the night of September the 24th, a

specially trained commando group...

...succeeded in penetrating

the very heart of the gun complex...

...planted explosives at the base

of the giant shell hoists...

...then withdrew to await rescue

by ships of the Royal Navy.

- Reduce speed, number one.

- Aye, aye, sir. Down 50 reps.

Fire!

Move! Move!

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Move it, move it, move it, move it!

Regulations state, sir, that in the

absence of bacon, ham, et cetera...

...the acting catering officer,

that's you, sir...

...shall authorize once per week,

the issue of offal.

- Offal?

- Offal, sir...

...is kidneys, liver,

tongue, brains...

Well, I'll be damned!

- Milly, how nice to see you!

- Hello, sir.

- Whatever are you doing here?

- I've no idea.

I'm reporting to Cmdr. Jensen.

I gather you've been hurling yourself

over the white cliffs. How's the leg?

It's in the same place. I thought

they pensioned you off for good.

You still peddling

those whiz-bangs of yours?

Yes, we've got things that go boom

for all occasions.

I'm working with a new detonator.

It's interesting...

Excuse me, sir. We can't keep

Cmdr. Jensen waiting.

- We'll have a quiet pint later on.

- He'd like to see you too, together.

Corporal, put that in my office,

will you?

Mallory.

Take a pew. How's the leg?

- And Miller, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

Hear you've been attached

to Winston's toy shop.

"Department of Dirty Tricks"

as the Whitehall chaps call it.

Well, they speak very well of you.

Right. We need you chaps

for something rather special.

I'm afraid it's not exactly

a masterpiece...

...but I wonder if you can identify

this fellow.

Think back to Navarone.

I'd rather not, sir.

Nicolai?

Yes. Let you down a bit, didn't he?

But what about him?

Andrea's people had him shot

as a traitor, didn't they?

Yes, so we were told.

In fact, he escaped.

He wasn't a traitor.

He was a German agent...

...who we believe is operating now

in Yugoslavia with the Partisans...

...posing as one Capt. Lescovar.

Now, you both knew Nicolai.

In fact, you're the only people we know

of can make a positive identification.

So I'd like you to go out there

and cope.

Cope, sir?

Kill him.

Discreetly, if possible.

But I'm a civilian now, sir.

Yes, we thought about that.

So you've been recalled

to the current and promoted.

Staff sergeant.

Awfully generous, sir.

Exactly how do we get there?

We're tacking you onto Force 10.

The code name for an operation

for the Allied mission in Yugoslavia.

Excuse me, sir.

What's their objective?

It's being treated

on a need-to-know basis.

And you don't need to know.

Barnsby, come in.

- Sir?

- Colonel.

Force 10 flies out tonight.

Oh, that's all right.

Taking these boys with you.

I beg your pardon, sir?

It's a matter of transportation.

You've got passengers.

Just a sideshow.

This is Maj. Mallory, Sgt. Miller.

Lt. Col. Barnsby.

Sir, my mission is all set. It's been

planned down to the last detail.

The last thing we need are

a couple of passengers.

Maj. Mallory does have a certain

amount of experience.

I wouldn't doubt it.

We're talking about

some hard travelling, sir.

We've gotta move fast. My men

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