The Hessen Conspiracy Page #5

Let me get working on it.

And what are we going to do

about Sergeant Tarlton?

I think we've found out

what to do about Tarlton.

Colonel, you pushed this through.

I wouldn't harp on that word 'push' Roy.

Sergeant,

what's it been about twenty years,

you've been in the service?

Through the whole war, Christ!

Don't you think it was time

you took a vacation,

go home,

show some of those decorations?

I told you. You've gotta be patient, Roy.

Like hell.

You better let me in

on more than that, Colonel,

or I'm gonna start misbehaving,

right here, right now.

All right.

There's a guy in New York

I used to work with, he's gonna help us.

Name?

Ruben Markel.

Well, Mr. Markel better help all of us.

'Cause in my family we got a saying.

Outta sight is not outta mind.

You gotta take a look at the coroner's report

before you say an ything else, Roy.

Last words?

Bullshit!

Where's this goddamn coroner?

- I ought to kill him or something.

- Paris.

France.

Maybe you heard of it?

Your name on a dying man's lips.

Death bed confession.

Any court in this land

that's as good as gold.

You do not threaten me Sergeant.

With Tarlton on ice,

it was time to figure out

the next part of the puzzle.

To the commanding Officer, Third Army...

Schloss Kronberg.

In as much

as I shortly intend to re-marry...

Listen to this

'In as much as I shortly intend to re-marry,

I should like to return

to my former residence

to retrieve certain items

I was unable to take with me

at the time of my departure.'

Signed:
Sophie Von Hessen.

She wants her jewelry back.

It was addressed to General Staff,

just crossed my desk.

What do we do?

Got lost.

Well, at least

we bought ourselves some time.

Not any more.

- Sir?

- Yeah?

I've done it, sir.

It's pure genius, I'm telling you.

Maybe just a little bit of luck too.

You are never going to guess

who is coming to stay

at our castle in two weeks,

for two nights

on his way back to Washington.

Who?

None other than old Blood

and Guts himself.

Patton? Patton's coming here?

So what?

Don't you get it?

No one's gonna inspect

Patton's goddam luggage.

I piggyback our crates onto his

with a 10-77, splits 'em off,

sends 'em care

of General Delivery to New York.

We are home free.

Let me get this straight:

you wanna send the jewels care

of General Delivery?

Who would have thought of that?

Even if it works, they're there, we're here.

My discharge isn't until next year.

Yeah, but I'm C.O.

I'll have you out of uniform

by the end of December.

Sooner if you play your cards right.

Whatever you say, sir.

We have some packing to do.

There was still time.

I could have called the whole thing off.

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