Von Ryan's Express Page #3

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for him to have mepacrine to keep him going.

Forget the punishment, Major. Bostick,

get these men outta here. See me later.

- My boys are sick, sir.

- Out.

- Major, move those parcels to the sickbay.

- What did you say?

- That's a direct order.

- Damn your direct order!

I'm the ranking officer here. You'll deliver

those parcels tonight. Is that clear, mister?

You'd better know what you're doing,

unless you want a mutiny on your hands.

Mutiny in the Ninth Fusiliers?

Wellington and Marlborough would

spin in their graves, Major, what?

(counting in Italian)

321 present, 83 in hospital,

404 men present or accounted for.

- You may dismiss.

- If you don't mind, Captain...

...I'm assuming command

as senior officer of the camp.

That is, of course, between you.

I will inform Major Battaglia.

I'd rather do that personally.

Will you take me to him?

Rest the men, Major, but keep them here.

Stand at... ease!

Stand easy.

(# classical music)

- (knocking)

- Avanti!

(announces Colonel Ryan in Italian)

(speaks in Italian)

My major warns you that he has

no patience left with the prisoners.

By taking command, you have become

personally responsible for their actions.

Good.

And tell him that, from now on, things will

be much more different than they've been.

(translates)

(Italian)

You have made a good impression

on the major.

- But he warns you against trying to trick him.

- Never. Of course not.

Ask the major to come with me now. I'll prove

how different things'll be around this camp.

(translates)

(Italian)

(Italian)

(prisoners grumble)

What in heaven's name is he doing?

What does it look like?

Ryan!

Ryan!

Ryan, you can't do this.

You can't do this to anyone.

- I'm glad you could join us, Major.

- If you betray us, you'll pay for it.

You're just in time to watch. Have the men

turn about face so they can watch too. Major?

Sergeant Bostick, rip up that shower floor.

Parade... about... turn!

- (angry shouts)

- All right. Now hear this.

While I'm in command, anyone attempting

to escape will be held for court martial.

- Clear?

- (angry outburst)

Stand steady on parade!

You'll get the Nazi Iron Cross

for this, Von Ryan!

By order of the commandant, the showers

will be turned on at 1200 hours.

Razors will be provided

and delousing powder issued.

Beginning tonight, Red Cross parcels

will be distributed once a week.

- You may dismiss the parade.

- Not so fast, Captain.

What about the clothing in the Red Cross

parcels in that storage house?

- (Italian)

- I advise you to forget this matter.

Sure, because Battaglia's got a black market

going in Red Cross clothes. Right?

You tell this man I trusted him

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