King of Hearts

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KING OF HEARTS:

"October 1918.

The War is almost over.

The Germans retreat,

the Allies advance.

A small town in Northern France

awaits its liberation."

- Are the wires set yet?

- Everything's fine.

Hurry up.

Close it.

Hurry up.

Enter.

It's done, Colonel...

with not a moment to lose.

The enemy is near the river.

Shall I blow up the bridge?

Not yet.

First, we pull out of town.

The munitions?

How much is there?

But there's enough there

to blow up... the whole town.

The blockhouse and the whole town

will blow up...

when the English general

is sitting here...

where I am now.

You have an artistic clock,

Mr. Frenchman.

A very artistic clock!

Artistically the town will blow up.

The clock gives me an idea.

The knight strikes

at midnight, no?

It shall strike

for the last time!

Colonel, my ideology...

Later, Adolf. Later.

The knight strikes

at midnight.

- What is it?

- They're blowing it up!

- The Krauts!

- Blow up?

The town, the bridge,

everything.

We must pass the word.

Hurry, there's no time to lose.

Get out! The town

is going to explode!

"The mackerel likes frying.

The mackerel likes frying."

Germans blowing up

munitions dump...

tonight before midnight.

The knight strikes

at midnight!

The knight strikes

at midnight!

For God's sake,

don't enter the town!

SPQ to Mackerel, answer.

- They have cut off.

- Give to me, man.

Come in.

Sir.

"The mackerel likes frying."

The barber, of course.

The resistance.

"Germans blowing up

the munitions...

before midnight tomorrow.

Don't enter town...

for God's sake.

The knight strikes at midnight.

Impossible to--"

Stop! Halt!

And they have every intention

of blowing the whole thing sky-high.

The town and the bridge.

When?

We don't know,

but sometime before midnight tomorrow.

Now, gentlemen,

that bridge must not go up.

I don't care what it costs,

but we must save it.

Any delay in our advance

at this point...

will throw the whole operation

off schedule.

We simply can't have that.

What do you suggest?

Well, sir, I'd suggest we send in

one of our ordinance chaps.

Time-fuse specialist,

trained infiltrator...

French-speaking, all that.

Splendid.

Who do we have who speaks French?

There's Plumpick, sir.

Ornitholography specialist,

communications platoon, born in France.

Splendid.

Would you ask him to volunteer?

Would you, Captain?

Now, what's the matter, Little Fat?

You look depressed or something.

Are you jealous of Cucumber, there?

Well, listen.

I'm gonna read you something now.

Let me find you something

nice to read.

Here we go, now.

"Now, fair Hippolyta,

our nuptual hour draws on apace.

More happy days

bring in another moon.

But oh, me thinks,

how slow this--"

- Aye, sir.

- Report to the Colonel.

Private Plumpick, sir!

Private Charles Plumpick,

ornitholography specialist...

communications platoon,

headquarters company, reporting, sir.

- Splendid, Pumpernickel.

- Plumpick, sir.

Nickel, splendid.

Good of you to volunteer.

Brave lad.

Stand at ease.

Out!

I suppose you can read a map.

Your mission is quite simple.

Get into the town--

- You do speak French?

- Qui, sir.

Make contact with the local spies.

The town barber heads it.

Find the explosives

and disarm the fuse.

- It shouldn't take you long, what?

- No, sir. Yes, sir.

But I wonder, sir,

if you have the right Plumpick, sir.

You see, I'm an

ornitholography specialist, sir.

This calls for a specialist,

Pumpernickel.

- Plumpick, sir.

- Nickel.

You seem to pick your name out of a hat.

How good is your French?

Quite good, sir.

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