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- How much?

- Dead, nothing.

Alive, 2,000.

You just bought yourself an Englishman.

Where did you find him?

One of my recruiting drives

at Rbida prison.

Tunisian named Sadok.

He threw a bomb into a caf,

shot a policeman,

and then at his trial, he leaned over

and punched the presiding official

on the nose.

He got 14 years. He's our demolition man.

Kostos Manov.

Smuggling arms and explosives

into Egypt.

They ran him in and I ran him out.

First class armorer.

Boudesh.

Nice chap.

Going a bit strong with an Egyptian girl.

Her brothers came down to invite him

to his wedding. He shot them.

Still a bachelor. Communications.

Kafkarides, a Cypriot.

His game was narcotics in a big way.

Shot a couple of customs men.

Transport and supplies.

Hassan and Assine, Sinusi Arab guides.

Are they always so friendly?

All they ask is keef and each other.

That's everybody.

Aren't you going to tell him

about me?

I thought you might like

to do that yourself, Captain Leech.

The black sheep of an otherwise

admirable family from County Dublin.

Most recent deployment,

master of a tramp steamer

running around the Red Sea.

Sank her for the insurance off Djibouti.

You ought to tell the crew, of course.

They're all drowned, all but one of them.

He told the insurance company.

I got 15 years.

When I met him in Rbida

prison, he was king of the damn place.

They hated to see him go,

but I needed him more than they did.

War is a criminal enterprise.

I fight it with criminals.

Not to worry, my dear fellow.

Leech knows the routine.

He'll get you out and he'll get you back.

Won't you, Leech?

If he's lucky.

Will I be lucky?

That's up to you, and him, of course.

Very Italian.

Yeah.

Nice morning for a drive, Captain.

I ordered an inspection

for 7:
00 this morning.

I did it for you. All over.

Let's go.

Anything wrong?

Good luck.

And keep in touch.

Let's go!

This is as far as we can go, sir.

The Germans have a few patrols

going south of here.

Thank you, Corporal.

Here we go to the right.

I said we go right.

That road was mined by the Italians

a week ago.

They don't put it all on the map.

Take another left.

Splendid, Major Watkins. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Carry on, Lieutenant.

Mount vehicles!

Bara'sa.

- What does that mean?

- They're Bara'sa. Could be dangerous.

Depends who's paying them.

Six men, six camels.

No lead camel.

They're an advance party.

The others could arrive any minute.

Hassan's going to spot them.

- We've got to have water.

- Exactly.

We're Italians, aren't we?

Why don't we trade?

You asking me or telling me?

I'm asking you.

There's an advance party

of Bara'sa at the oasis.

We're an Italian patrol who need

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