Secret Agent (1964–1967): Season 2, Episode 7 - The Mercenaries - full transcript
An M9 agent who has infiltrated a group of mercenaries is killed in Africa, supposedly in an ambush. Drake is sent to Africa join Colonel Coote's mercenaries to find out what happened to him. He contacts the prime minister and finds out that he is to have an operation, and Coote's mercenaries have been hired to protect him. Drake suspects that there is a conspiracy to assassinate the prime minister, something he is determined to stop happening.
Come in Sergeant.
Sir.
Well, did you find anything in his kit?
Yes, Sir.
Well?
The lighter's a camera.
Look, Sir.
And the razor?
Johnson's full of surprises, Sir.
It's a tape recorder.
Microphone and transmitter.
Then you were right.
Yes, Sir.
He's a snooper.
More than that.
Professional agent.
We'll have to handle this discretely.
Think you'll have to arrange
another ambush, Bates.
Yes, Sir.
Just the two of us.
But no mistakes.
No, Sir.
Tell me, Johnson.
Why did you join the Mercenaries?
Money's good.
Why do you ask, Sarge?
I thought you might
have had other reasons.
I did.
Wanted to get away from my wife.
Keep your eyes open.
It may be an ambush.
Right.
Make ready.
Fire.
Pity Moonbeam fell in the last race.
I had 10 pounds to win on him.
Sorry.
I never touch the stuff, myself.
I understand you wish the war office
to help you pose an an officer
and an gentleman then Drake.
That's correct, General.
Where are you off to this time?
Africa, but not as an officer.
I intend to enlist in the ranks.
What regiment?
Not a regiment in particular,
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries.
Crazy Coote's commandos.
It's time they were investigated.
Well we've had a man out
there for some months now.
Perhaps you can tell
me what they're up to.
I'm afraid I can't, Sir.
We've just had a report he's
been killed in an ambush.
Really?
Poor fellow.
Get your backside off the saddle, man.
Our latest information is
that Coote's Mercenaries made
a hush, hush move up to the
borders of the Federation.
They're sitting there waiting
for orders to move into
the Federation. That's sure.
Federal government's pretty
shaky and the Prime Minister
may need 'em.
or the opposition to the Prime Minister
may be making use of them
to overthrow the government.
Would Coote do anything
that's crazy as that?
If he was paid enough, yes.
You have a point, John.
The question is, is who's
paying him and for what?
And how's he going to affect
British Government policy out there?
That's what I hope to find out, Sir.
So if you'll be kind
enough to find me a number,
rank, and name in a not too
fashionable regiment, Sir.
Yes?
It's about your ad, here.
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries.
I want to enlist.
What's your name?
Appley.
John Appley.
Had any previous experience?
Seven years regular.
Then you better come in.
My name's Brewster.
Park yourself.
Right.
I shall need your AB64 and
your discharge certificate.
Here you are.
Yes, you'll do.
The minimum period of
service is a year, you know?
Yeah.
It's all in your piece here.
Yes.
What you made you decide to
serve with the Mercenaries?
You pay good money.
I'd of thought you
could make a good living
in civvy street.
Yeah.
You show me where.
You in any trouble?
Nothing serious.
Police trouble?
You got a police record?
I haven't killed anybody.
Well your Army record's
good and that's all that
matters to us.
How soon can you be ready to go?
Sooner the better.
Good.
Then fill out this form.
You Appley?
Yes, Sergeant.
How are your reactions?
Alright, alright, alright.
Alright.
So he thinks he's clever.
You trying to be funny?
What, Sir?
Dummy was it, Sergeant?
What's the interest?
It's just a morbid one.
He was careless.
He was shot in the back.
A good soldier's a live soldier.
Come on.
Colonel Coote wants to see you.
Yes, Sir.
Private Appley just
reporting for duty, Sir.
This is a private Army, Appley.
No member of Parliament
to run to if you find
yourself in trouble.
So don't get into trouble.
That's all.
Dismissed.
Sir.
Appley.
Sergeant?
You're nobody's fool, Appley.
You're not like those other clots.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'd like to feel I had your loyalty.
I can be a good friend and a bad enemy.
Think about it.
You could help me sometimes.
I could help you all the time.
Well?
Well, as you said, Sergeant,
I'm nobody's fool.
Appley.
Sergeant.
Appley.
Here, dish out the mail.
Have a fight if you must but don't go
breaking their necks.
We want all the men
we've got at the moment.
Alright, Sergeant.
Price.
Wilson.
Hankinson.
Buchanan.
Deschamps.
Here.
Gardner.
Stebbing.
Harem.
Jackson.
This bill's chased me
halfway around the world.
Killick.
Deschamps.
Pierre.
Letter for you.
Oh, thank you.
You're quite pally with
the Sergeant, aren't you?
Has he had his friendly
little chat with you
the way he has with everybody?
Sergeant Bates has been chatting him up.
Oh, you are nobody's fool, Private Appley.
Not like these other clots.
Sarge, I didn't know you cared.
I would like to think I had your loyalty.
Take it Sarge, it's all yours.
I can be a good friend, Private Appley.
A good friend and a bad enemy.
Well I'll be your little friend, Sarge.
Buchanan, Deschamps,
you're quite a comedy team.
I'll remember to laugh some other time.
Sergeant.
Yes?
I wanna appear before
the company commander.
You do?
Why?
Look Sarge, my father just died.
Compassionate leave?
Not a chance.
Now look, I'm the only son.
Not a chance.
There's a bit of money involved.
It would help the old lady out
if I'd come home for--
-Not a chance.
Not a chance.
There'll be no more leave this month.
We could be moving any day now.
Yeah, but --
Have people in Mondhow
made up your minds yet?
Yes.
Everything's timed for the 15th.
That means you'll want us over your border
on the night of the 14th.
Yes, but we'd like to keep our move
as secret as possible.
There are agents of at least three
countries out there in the
bush right now trying to guess
which way we're gonna jump.
I think we can surprise them all.
We'll start on 13th for the coast.
En route to our old training quarters.
We'll send the Commissariat
ahead to buy supplies.
That should fool 'em.
On the evening of the 14th.
Be on the road right here, see?
It's the point nearest your frontier.
Your helicopters will fly
over and start lifting us
over the border in relays to the ground
you've prepared outside Mondhow.
Thanks Pierre.
When are we gonna get mixed
up in some fighting again?
There's certainly
no money in sitting around.
No bonuses, eh?
Where's Hank?
Isn't he up yet?
Hank, you lazy fellow.
Aren't you having any
breakfast this morning?
There's a big panic down
there by the transport park.
Jeep disappeared during the night.
So what?
Well it doesn't make sense, does it?
What doesn't?
Taking a joy ride around here.
Watch it fellas.
Good morning, Sergeant.
Alright C Platoon, get ready.
Come on, come on, get moving.
Like Hyde Park on a Sunday afternoon.
What is this?
Like a ladies guild, here.
You'll want the bone china out next.
C'mon.
Schmidt, Cox, Gowain, Fortescue,
Appley.
Yes, Sergeant.
Buchanan.
Sergeant.
Deschamps.
Sergeant.
Hankinson.
Hankinson.
Where's Hankinson?
Appley, fetch his kit out here.
Yes, Sir.
His kit's gone, Sergeant.
Appley, take my truck up to transport.
Have it topped up with fuel.
I'll be back here in 10 minutes.
Be ready to travel.
Sir.
Alright, fall out.
How ya gonna catch him?
He'll head for the coast and
pick up a boat, won't he?
No.
He'll need gas by the time he gets to
Abu Shendi.
There's only one garage there.
We have an arrangement.
They don't supply gas to
our vehicles without a pass.
Well, he'll just dump
the truck and bum a lift.
The garage would keep
him waiting for the fuel
while they fetch the police
and the police'll hold him
for being in possession of a vehicle
believed to be stolen, by arrangement.
That's neat.
Very neat.
Hankinson, I thought we'd find you here.
What else could I do?
I had to get home.
Compassionate leave.
And now you're hoping that
we'll show some compassion,
eh, Private Hankinson?
Come on.
On your way.
Come on.
Get moving.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Come on.
No.
Don't forget Appley, when we collected him
from the station, he had
a terrible beating, poor fellow.
Yes, I won't forget, Sarge.
Stop him.
He's a maniac.
You're playing it
a bit rough, aren't you, Sarge?
Give it to me.
Stay where you are.
It's not in the book you know, Sarge.
You wouldn't like me to have
to report you, would you?
We're going to leave you
here, I'm afraid, Sarge.
By tomorrow morning,
we're gonna be a long way from here.
But being a decent sort of fella,
I'm going to call the police to come
and cut you loose.
I won't forget you Appley.
I'm driving up across
the border to Mondhow.
You can catch the plane
back to England from there.
Goodbye, Sarge.
Would you care to step into the back of my
wretched emporium?
I have things there that
would interest a man
of your undoubtable education.
Oh, Sinclair Jones is the name.
Now then, what can I have
the honor of doing for you,
Mr.? --
Drake.
I want to see the Prime Minister.
Ooh.
That won't be easy.
There's a lot of protocol involved.
No time for that.
Just get me an interview.
Who is that with Colonel Coote?
Well, it is one
Dr. James Winter, FRCS, FRCP, MD.
He runs the St. Xavier's.
It is the only up to date
hospital in this country.
Does he play politics?
I don't think so.
His life is too involved in that hospital.
Married?
Ay ooh,
to a man eating tigress.
No kidding.
No, really darling?
Tell me more.
Oh, I'll call you back later, Sylvia.
Something important's just cropped up.
Mr. Drake.
Mrs. Winter.
Caroline Winter.
I liked your voice, Mr. Drake.
And now I like you.
How terribly nice of you to say so.
Come sit down.
Thank you.
You must forgive me if you go to my head.
But everyone amusing left
the Federation when it was
given its independence.
Why James wanted to
stay on I can't imagine.
He runs the best hospital
in the country, I understand.
And a lot of good that'll do him.
They'll throw him out as soon as they feel
confident to run it themselves.
But, let's not talk shop.
Would you like some tea
or can I get you a drink?
Tea, milk, no sugar, please.
How long will you be out here, Mr. Drake?
I'm not sure about that.
Well, then you must make up your mind.
I hope we're gonna see a lot of you.
That'll be very nice but
I expect to be rather busy.
How dull.
Is your husband home, Mrs. Winter?
No, he won't be back just yet.
But you told me that if I came at 5:00
I could see him.
Well that's right Mr. Drake.
But he phoned to say
that he might be late.
Ah.
Oh, here he is now.
This is Mr. Drake, James.
How do you do, Mr. Drake.
Mr. Drake has come to see you.
Lucky I came home early.
Thank you.
Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Drake?
Oh, nothing very important.
I think these are yours.
Oh, what's this?
I picked them in the hotel lounge.
You must have dropped them there.
On safari. How mysterious.
When was that taken, James?
Thank you, Mr. Drake.
I'm surprised you took
the trouble to bring them
all this way.
Really James, that's not very polite.
There is a post, Mr. Drake.
Ah, yes, but to tell you the truth,
I wanted to meet you and
I thought that this was
a good opportunity.
I'm flattered.
Which hotel are you in?
The Residency.
I see.
That's where you picked these up.
Yes.
Didn't you drop them, James?
er, no, I didn't.
How odd.
Somebody going around
with your photographs.
You must have a secret admirer.
Tell me Mr. Drake, what are
you doing in the Federation?
I'm in the souvenir business,
Sugden's of Birmingham.
You may have heard of us.
We make the bulk of the
handmade native crafts so,
brass tables, pots, that kind of thing.
Business has been falling
off in this country
since independence, no tourists you see,
so I'm out here to drum it up if possible
and if not, get out.
Now, I must take my leave.
May I use your telephone before I --
Yes, it's there.
Thank you.
I see you can see this
is very pricey stuff.
Very high class.
Oh, excuse me.
Sinclair Jones, handmade
native crafts emporium.
Ah yes Jones.
Any new on that agency
I asked you to contact?
Ah no, no, not yet.
We're doing our very utmost, Mr. Drake.
Good.
I'll call back later.
I'll call back later.
Well, thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Dr. Winter.
Bye.
Thank you for returning the photographs.
I'll see you to the door, Mr. Drake.
Thank you.
What are you doing this evening?
Don't say you'll be busy.
I'm terribly busy, I'm afraid.
Well I don't find that very flattering.
And if you think this town is
full of fascinating people,
you're in for a big disappointment.
All the talent's gone away, Mr. Drake.
Just us poor old fogies
left to comfort each other.
I really must be getting
along now, Mrs. Winter.
No, I don't find your
attitude at all flattering.
I prefer to think that you're shy.
I've always been shy, Mrs. Winter.
Well in that case, I may
be able to forgive you.
And help you.
Goodbye.
Hello.
Dr. Winter here.
This is most important.
You must come to my surgery
at the hospital at once.
No, no, not on the phone.
I must see you, General.
Yes Sir.
Who do you wish to see, Sir?
I'm with Dr. Winter.
I was just putting the car away.
Wait a minute.
Good afternoon, General.
Good afternoon, young lady.
Which floor?
The third, please.
Dr. Winter had no time for me.
He has a more important patient.
The gentleman who just
went up with you, Sir?
Yes, who was he?
That was General G'Niore.
Huh.
Then I can't complain, can I?
No, Sir.
Goodbye.
Any messages or mail?
Name's Drake.
Mr. Drake?
Yes?
Then you'll please come with me.
You arresting me?
No, Sir.
I am taking you to Flagstaff House.
To see the Prime Minister?
Yes, Sir.
I'm ready. Let's go.
This is Mr. Drake.
Good afternoon, Mr. Drake.
Uh huh.
I will inform the Prime
Minister thay you are here.
Excuse me. -Thank you.
You may come in, Mr. Drake.
Certainly.
Excuse me.
Mr. Drake.
Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.
I had a message from
London just an hour ago
asking me to see you on
the most urgent business.
Please don't keep me in suspense.
I have some disturbing news for you, Sir.
I thought it best to come straight to you.
I see.
You find me a sick man.
I had no idea, Sir.
I'm glad to hear it.
We wish it to be a well kept secret.
Mr. Drake, you must not
associate me with that
ludicrous performance
that is going on outside.
The Adzeto?
Yes.
As the Muhammadan Prime Minister
of a multi-racial state,
I have to please everybody.
The majority of my people are still
fundamentally superstitious.
Without him, my coastal tribes
would fear I were falling
dangerously under the
influence of the Western World.
It does no harm, except to a few toads
and the occasional vampire bat.
Yes.
I expect you'll know, Sir--
One moment, Mr. Drake.
Certainly.
Very well, tell me the worst.
You must know, Sir, that
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries
are camped in the highlands
on the far side of your
southeastern border.
I'm aware of that, Mr. Drake.
They are now moving towards the coast.
I'm aware of that, too.
But, and my information
is absolutely reliable.
Tonight, they will be lifted by helicopter
across your border and
take up position here,
outside the city.
I must congratulate you, Mr. Drake.
Even my own security people
are not aware of that.
But I, of course, know all about it.
They are coming at my request.
They are in my pay.
Come in, General.
Mr. Drake, General G'Niore,
my Minister of Defense.
Oh, so you are Mr. Drake.
I ran into Mr. Drake earlier on today
when I called on
Dr. Winter in the hospital.
Mr. Drake thinks it is
his duty to warn us of
a sinister conspiracy against our country.
Or against yourself, Sir.
Me?
Is your operation really necessary?
Mr. Drake.
General, would you be
kind enough to pass me my
x-ray plates?
I will endeavor to set
Mr. Drake's mind at rest.
Now Mr. Drake, will you
come round here, please.
I take it you have some
knowledge of the human anatomy?
Just a nodding acquaintance.
Now this was taken after
I'd had a barium meal.
Oh, no, no, no, not that one.
Yes, here we are.
This one,
when I was tilted back a little.
Now, you'll see this
slight protuberance here,
just above the upper stomach.
That is known as a diaphragmatic hernia,
which as you probably know --
Come in, James.
I was just showing
Mr. Drake your works of art.
I see that my distinguished
colleague is on duty
outside again.
I'll let you into a little secret,
I feel none the better for it.
How are you this afternoon?
We'll talk about that later.
And that, Mr. Drake, is
a condition which is not
only painful, but one
which cannot be allowed
to continue.
James is operating tomorrow.
He assures me I will pull through.
But then, he has a duty
to maintain my morale.
As leader of my people,
I have a duty to know the facts.
I've taken other opinions
and I have learned that
there is a possibility that
I shall not pull through.
Nonsense.
So, we have kept my condition a secret.
A confidence, Mr. Drake, which
I trust you will respect.
Of course, Prime Minister.
We intend to weld this
country into one nation.
But our population is made up
of many races, many tribes.
If I were to die, every chieftain would
make a bid for power.
It is to save the
country from such anarchy
that I must be sure if anything
were to go wrong tomorrow,
that the executive will pass smoothly
into the hands of my able deputy.
That is why I have called
in the white mercenaries.
They will maintain the status quo while
General G'Niore establishes himself.
But naturally, I hope that their services
will not be required.
We hope not.
Thank you for your confidence.
I'll say goodbye, Sir.
Goodbye and good luck.
Thank you, Mr. Drake.
Ah yes, well in that
case, could you arrange
a telephone call for me
in two or three minutes?
Alright.
Good evening, Mr. Drake.
Good evening, Mrs. Winter.
I was just passing by on my way to dinner
and I thought I'd call in and
see that you were comfortable.
How very thoughtful of you.
Yes, I'm glad to report that the hotel is
extremely comfortable.
And you're sure that you have everything
that you need?
I have everything that a man
could conceivably need.
You sound depressingly self-sufficient.
But, I'll forgive you
and take you to dinner
at the Beachcombers.
Ah, now do you think
that's wise, Mrs. Winter?
I don't to fall out with
your husband, Dr. Winter,
in case I become ill.
He has the only good hospital in town.
James is far too
worried about the hospital
to ever give a thought to me.
Really?
Why is he so worried?
Don't ask me.
They'll take it away from him in the end.
So, why not get out now?
But no, he never stops
lobbying and scheming.
The house is always full of
his dreary political chums.
General G'Niore practically
lives there these days.
He's there now with some
idiot Colonel or the other.
But must we talk about it?
It's such a relief to get out.
Do come along.
Time we were going.
Nothing I'd like better, Mrs. Winter.
Unfortunately, I'm
expecting a telephone call
from a business associate.
The souvenir business.
What a dull man you are, Mr. Drake.
I wonder if I could have another drink.
That is, if you could spare me enough
of your valuable time.
Certainly.
What would you like?
Gin, whisky, brandy?
Brandy, please.
Brandy for the lady, please.
Well, how long has the
Prime Minister been ill?
My dear, he's such an
unbelievable hypochondriac.
He bores me to death.
For years, James has humored him with his
imaginary aches and pains.
He got the biggest shock in the world
when James told him that
this time, he was really ill.
Telephone, Mr. Drake.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, that'd be your business associate.
Yes, l expect so.
If you'll excuse me and
goodnight, Mrs. Winter.
Oh, well don't worry
about the drink, Mr. Drake.
I'll be on my way.
Next time I call you, I'll ask
for a business appointment.
Well I look forward to that.
Goodnight.
I think you're being far
too cynical, Mr. Drake.
See, even Dr. Winter has
to be a little interested
in politics.
We all do.
After all, our living depends on it.
Have you seen the photographs
of the Prime Minister's
stomach?
He's happy.
I can't recognize the
Prime Minister from an
x-ray plate of his stomach.
I don't know one upper
abdomen from another.
Supposing someone had
switched the x-ray plates.
Suppose the plates that I saw were of
someone else's stomach.
Supposing there was
a conspiracy between the General
and Dr. Winter.
The Prime Minister goes into the hospital
for an operation.
He dies.
The General become Premier
and Dr. Winter, loyal friend of both
is suitably rewarded.
It does seem highly improbable.
Highly improbable, Sinclair Jones,
or remotely possible?
I have to be sure.
I must get into that hospital.
Good evening, young lady.
I have something here
which I think will be of
great interest to a well
endowed young girl like you.
Oh please, not this side of the counter.
Now you see this,
I think it is not of
an unattractive fetter.
Now, I have here another glory from heaven
which has been created specially
by the silk manufacturers
of India and it has
been created by the most
ancient artisans of my country.
Now ladies, you can have a look at this.
No ladies, not so fast.
Please, you come to Sinclair
Jones' Handicraft Emporium
if you want anything.
Don't you understand?
Good evening, Sir.
Oh, good evening, Dr. Winter.
Good evening.
Good evening, Dr. Winter.
I'll have your results
for you in a minute.
Good.
Then I'll wait.
Positive.
Thank you.
That's where they
got his x-ray plate from.
Good evening.
Doctor.
Doctor Winter.
Are you in?
There was a man in Doctor Winter's room.
But he's in.
No, I knocked; he wasn't there.
Goodnight.
-Goodnight.
That's him.
Excuse me.
Hello, Dr. Winter here.
The cleaner says that
a man has just left your room.
Is that alright?
In my room?
No.
No, stop him.
I'll be right down.
Stop him.
Hey you.
Stop.
Come back.
You are very early, Mr. Drake.
My business is most important.
I see.
Please do come in.
Thank you.
Please do wait here, Mr. Drake.
Thank you.
Please come in, Mr. Drake.
Good morning, Mr. Drake.
Good morning, General.
I came to see the Prime Minister.
At this hour?
It must be a very urgent matter.
It's important.
I'm afraid you won't be able to see him
but I shall see him this morning
and of course, I shall
be delighted to convey
any message for you.
Thank you very much, General.
But I think I'd prefer
to talk to him myself.
But I regret you might have to wait
for a day or two because you see,
the Premier has already
left for the hospital.
Oh really?
When is he being operated on?
This morning.
Then we must wish him luck.
Yes indeed.
It's a most anxious time for all of us.
Particularly for you, General.
We can only wait and hope.
I'll bid you good morning.
You're not thinking of going to the
hospital yourself?
Oh, why?
Because you would not be allowed in.
Oh, thanks for the warning.
They tell me last
night you went to the hospital
and broke into
Dr. Winter's office.
Do they?
What did you hope to find there?
Why?
Was there anything missing?
I'm in a hurry, General.
We'll talk about this some other time.
Stop.
Did you take a document
from the files, Mr. Drake?
And have you brought it
here to show to the Premier?
Empty your pockets, if you please.
Oh, come now, General.
You're not going to shoot
me here in Flagstaff House.
Too many questions would be asked.
The success of your conspiracy depends on
nothing untidy happening.
Now, for the Premier to die
in the middle of an operation,
that's tidy and acceptable.
But to shoot a mysterious Englishman here
in the Premier's house, that
would be extremely untidy,
would confuse the whole issue,
and is most unacceptable.
I bid you good morning, General.
Morning.
Where are you going?
To the hospital.
You are wasting your time.
Colonel Coote's mercenaries
are already there on duty.
No one is allowed in.
I'll try my powers of persuasion.
Colonel Coote is under my command.
It will be just as much
a mistake to shoot me
in the public streets as it
would at Flagstaff House.
Anyway, I intend to drive extremely fast.
It would be a pity to find
yourself with a dead man
at the wheel.
Hold on to your seat.
Alright, alright,
James.
Have you come to fetch me?
No, just to see how you
are and to wish you luck.
It's just a sedative,
keep you calm, cool, and collected.
They'll be bringing
you down to the theater
in an hour's time.
And in two hours' time
I shall know if the operation
is successful.
But not if not.
I'm glad you stayed out here, James.
I wish you every success.
Everything will be fine.
There, you see?
Coote's mercenaries.
Don't get out.
You don't stand one
chance of getting to see
the Premier.
Well if I don't, he'll be a dead duck.
Mr. Drake, your behavior is unforgivable.
You are interfering in
the internal politics
of an autonomous nation.
It's a government by assassination.
You won't even get inside the building,
so why try?
You will find it doesn't
pay to antagonize me.
In an hour's time, I shall
be the Head of State.
And you make a good
friend, but a bad enemy.
Exactly.
If you do as I ask, you will
find that I'm not ungrateful.
How would you show your gratitude?
Would you pay me?
We can't talk here.
Handsomely?
Drive to my house and we will come to
some arrangement.
Walk into my parlor.
Get after him.
Hey, stop and get that guy.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Now you get down there.
Well, if it isn't Private Appley.
I said we'd meet again.
Sir.
I want that man out of here.
Buchanan, Deschamps,
take him out the back.
Put him in my truck.
He's under close arrest.
Back to your post, the rest of you.
He's a deserter, Sir.
Sergeant, I have a proposition
that will interest you. -Yes, Sir?
Why not let him run, Sergeant?
Yours not to reason why, Deschamps.
But the General does not have to know.
You're getting a hundred each for the job.
You're right, it's a good bonus.
Hey, Pierre,
get the rest of this dirt out of here.
We're right down to the rocks, Sarge.
On your feet.
Alright, that'll do.
And now Appley, you get down there.
Oh, you've come for me already.
I must just sign this first, matron.
I'm finding it very difficult to read.
I'm very sleepy.
Hey, you.
Hey, you.
Ooh, you poor man.
Who are you?
Private Appley.
What do you want?
Private Johnson who you shot in the back.
I'll collect you later.
Prime Minister,
you should have had your injection by now.
This is most irregular.
My fault, James.
I refused to have it
until I was quite sure
that everything was under control.
Now that I'm here and
among friends I trust,
you may proceed.
Really Prime Minister,
it's too much to expect me to
concentrate on an operation with that
heathenish racket going on.
General, would you thank him for doing
whatever he is doing.
But suggest he do it quietly.
Prime Minister,
I have a most improbable tale to tell you.
If you'll come with me, please.
Sir.
Well, did you find anything in his kit?
Yes, Sir.
Well?
The lighter's a camera.
Look, Sir.
And the razor?
Johnson's full of surprises, Sir.
It's a tape recorder.
Microphone and transmitter.
Then you were right.
Yes, Sir.
He's a snooper.
More than that.
Professional agent.
We'll have to handle this discretely.
Think you'll have to arrange
another ambush, Bates.
Yes, Sir.
Just the two of us.
But no mistakes.
No, Sir.
Tell me, Johnson.
Why did you join the Mercenaries?
Money's good.
Why do you ask, Sarge?
I thought you might
have had other reasons.
I did.
Wanted to get away from my wife.
Keep your eyes open.
It may be an ambush.
Right.
Make ready.
Fire.
Pity Moonbeam fell in the last race.
I had 10 pounds to win on him.
Sorry.
I never touch the stuff, myself.
I understand you wish the war office
to help you pose an an officer
and an gentleman then Drake.
That's correct, General.
Where are you off to this time?
Africa, but not as an officer.
I intend to enlist in the ranks.
What regiment?
Not a regiment in particular,
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries.
Crazy Coote's commandos.
It's time they were investigated.
Well we've had a man out
there for some months now.
Perhaps you can tell
me what they're up to.
I'm afraid I can't, Sir.
We've just had a report he's
been killed in an ambush.
Really?
Poor fellow.
Get your backside off the saddle, man.
Our latest information is
that Coote's Mercenaries made
a hush, hush move up to the
borders of the Federation.
They're sitting there waiting
for orders to move into
the Federation. That's sure.
Federal government's pretty
shaky and the Prime Minister
may need 'em.
or the opposition to the Prime Minister
may be making use of them
to overthrow the government.
Would Coote do anything
that's crazy as that?
If he was paid enough, yes.
You have a point, John.
The question is, is who's
paying him and for what?
And how's he going to affect
British Government policy out there?
That's what I hope to find out, Sir.
So if you'll be kind
enough to find me a number,
rank, and name in a not too
fashionable regiment, Sir.
Yes?
It's about your ad, here.
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries.
I want to enlist.
What's your name?
Appley.
John Appley.
Had any previous experience?
Seven years regular.
Then you better come in.
My name's Brewster.
Park yourself.
Right.
I shall need your AB64 and
your discharge certificate.
Here you are.
Yes, you'll do.
The minimum period of
service is a year, you know?
Yeah.
It's all in your piece here.
Yes.
What you made you decide to
serve with the Mercenaries?
You pay good money.
I'd of thought you
could make a good living
in civvy street.
Yeah.
You show me where.
You in any trouble?
Nothing serious.
Police trouble?
You got a police record?
I haven't killed anybody.
Well your Army record's
good and that's all that
matters to us.
How soon can you be ready to go?
Sooner the better.
Good.
Then fill out this form.
You Appley?
Yes, Sergeant.
How are your reactions?
Alright, alright, alright.
Alright.
So he thinks he's clever.
You trying to be funny?
What, Sir?
Dummy was it, Sergeant?
What's the interest?
It's just a morbid one.
He was careless.
He was shot in the back.
A good soldier's a live soldier.
Come on.
Colonel Coote wants to see you.
Yes, Sir.
Private Appley just
reporting for duty, Sir.
This is a private Army, Appley.
No member of Parliament
to run to if you find
yourself in trouble.
So don't get into trouble.
That's all.
Dismissed.
Sir.
Appley.
Sergeant?
You're nobody's fool, Appley.
You're not like those other clots.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'd like to feel I had your loyalty.
I can be a good friend and a bad enemy.
Think about it.
You could help me sometimes.
I could help you all the time.
Well?
Well, as you said, Sergeant,
I'm nobody's fool.
Appley.
Sergeant.
Appley.
Here, dish out the mail.
Have a fight if you must but don't go
breaking their necks.
We want all the men
we've got at the moment.
Alright, Sergeant.
Price.
Wilson.
Hankinson.
Buchanan.
Deschamps.
Here.
Gardner.
Stebbing.
Harem.
Jackson.
This bill's chased me
halfway around the world.
Killick.
Deschamps.
Pierre.
Letter for you.
Oh, thank you.
You're quite pally with
the Sergeant, aren't you?
Has he had his friendly
little chat with you
the way he has with everybody?
Sergeant Bates has been chatting him up.
Oh, you are nobody's fool, Private Appley.
Not like these other clots.
Sarge, I didn't know you cared.
I would like to think I had your loyalty.
Take it Sarge, it's all yours.
I can be a good friend, Private Appley.
A good friend and a bad enemy.
Well I'll be your little friend, Sarge.
Buchanan, Deschamps,
you're quite a comedy team.
I'll remember to laugh some other time.
Sergeant.
Yes?
I wanna appear before
the company commander.
You do?
Why?
Look Sarge, my father just died.
Compassionate leave?
Not a chance.
Now look, I'm the only son.
Not a chance.
There's a bit of money involved.
It would help the old lady out
if I'd come home for--
-Not a chance.
Not a chance.
There'll be no more leave this month.
We could be moving any day now.
Yeah, but --
Have people in Mondhow
made up your minds yet?
Yes.
Everything's timed for the 15th.
That means you'll want us over your border
on the night of the 14th.
Yes, but we'd like to keep our move
as secret as possible.
There are agents of at least three
countries out there in the
bush right now trying to guess
which way we're gonna jump.
I think we can surprise them all.
We'll start on 13th for the coast.
En route to our old training quarters.
We'll send the Commissariat
ahead to buy supplies.
That should fool 'em.
On the evening of the 14th.
Be on the road right here, see?
It's the point nearest your frontier.
Your helicopters will fly
over and start lifting us
over the border in relays to the ground
you've prepared outside Mondhow.
Thanks Pierre.
When are we gonna get mixed
up in some fighting again?
There's certainly
no money in sitting around.
No bonuses, eh?
Where's Hank?
Isn't he up yet?
Hank, you lazy fellow.
Aren't you having any
breakfast this morning?
There's a big panic down
there by the transport park.
Jeep disappeared during the night.
So what?
Well it doesn't make sense, does it?
What doesn't?
Taking a joy ride around here.
Watch it fellas.
Good morning, Sergeant.
Alright C Platoon, get ready.
Come on, come on, get moving.
Like Hyde Park on a Sunday afternoon.
What is this?
Like a ladies guild, here.
You'll want the bone china out next.
C'mon.
Schmidt, Cox, Gowain, Fortescue,
Appley.
Yes, Sergeant.
Buchanan.
Sergeant.
Deschamps.
Sergeant.
Hankinson.
Hankinson.
Where's Hankinson?
Appley, fetch his kit out here.
Yes, Sir.
His kit's gone, Sergeant.
Appley, take my truck up to transport.
Have it topped up with fuel.
I'll be back here in 10 minutes.
Be ready to travel.
Sir.
Alright, fall out.
How ya gonna catch him?
He'll head for the coast and
pick up a boat, won't he?
No.
He'll need gas by the time he gets to
Abu Shendi.
There's only one garage there.
We have an arrangement.
They don't supply gas to
our vehicles without a pass.
Well, he'll just dump
the truck and bum a lift.
The garage would keep
him waiting for the fuel
while they fetch the police
and the police'll hold him
for being in possession of a vehicle
believed to be stolen, by arrangement.
That's neat.
Very neat.
Hankinson, I thought we'd find you here.
What else could I do?
I had to get home.
Compassionate leave.
And now you're hoping that
we'll show some compassion,
eh, Private Hankinson?
Come on.
On your way.
Come on.
Get moving.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Come on.
No.
Don't forget Appley, when we collected him
from the station, he had
a terrible beating, poor fellow.
Yes, I won't forget, Sarge.
Stop him.
He's a maniac.
You're playing it
a bit rough, aren't you, Sarge?
Give it to me.
Stay where you are.
It's not in the book you know, Sarge.
You wouldn't like me to have
to report you, would you?
We're going to leave you
here, I'm afraid, Sarge.
By tomorrow morning,
we're gonna be a long way from here.
But being a decent sort of fella,
I'm going to call the police to come
and cut you loose.
I won't forget you Appley.
I'm driving up across
the border to Mondhow.
You can catch the plane
back to England from there.
Goodbye, Sarge.
Would you care to step into the back of my
wretched emporium?
I have things there that
would interest a man
of your undoubtable education.
Oh, Sinclair Jones is the name.
Now then, what can I have
the honor of doing for you,
Mr.? --
Drake.
I want to see the Prime Minister.
Ooh.
That won't be easy.
There's a lot of protocol involved.
No time for that.
Just get me an interview.
Who is that with Colonel Coote?
Well, it is one
Dr. James Winter, FRCS, FRCP, MD.
He runs the St. Xavier's.
It is the only up to date
hospital in this country.
Does he play politics?
I don't think so.
His life is too involved in that hospital.
Married?
Ay ooh,
to a man eating tigress.
No kidding.
No, really darling?
Tell me more.
Oh, I'll call you back later, Sylvia.
Something important's just cropped up.
Mr. Drake.
Mrs. Winter.
Caroline Winter.
I liked your voice, Mr. Drake.
And now I like you.
How terribly nice of you to say so.
Come sit down.
Thank you.
You must forgive me if you go to my head.
But everyone amusing left
the Federation when it was
given its independence.
Why James wanted to
stay on I can't imagine.
He runs the best hospital
in the country, I understand.
And a lot of good that'll do him.
They'll throw him out as soon as they feel
confident to run it themselves.
But, let's not talk shop.
Would you like some tea
or can I get you a drink?
Tea, milk, no sugar, please.
How long will you be out here, Mr. Drake?
I'm not sure about that.
Well, then you must make up your mind.
I hope we're gonna see a lot of you.
That'll be very nice but
I expect to be rather busy.
How dull.
Is your husband home, Mrs. Winter?
No, he won't be back just yet.
But you told me that if I came at 5:00
I could see him.
Well that's right Mr. Drake.
But he phoned to say
that he might be late.
Ah.
Oh, here he is now.
This is Mr. Drake, James.
How do you do, Mr. Drake.
Mr. Drake has come to see you.
Lucky I came home early.
Thank you.
Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Drake?
Oh, nothing very important.
I think these are yours.
Oh, what's this?
I picked them in the hotel lounge.
You must have dropped them there.
On safari. How mysterious.
When was that taken, James?
Thank you, Mr. Drake.
I'm surprised you took
the trouble to bring them
all this way.
Really James, that's not very polite.
There is a post, Mr. Drake.
Ah, yes, but to tell you the truth,
I wanted to meet you and
I thought that this was
a good opportunity.
I'm flattered.
Which hotel are you in?
The Residency.
I see.
That's where you picked these up.
Yes.
Didn't you drop them, James?
er, no, I didn't.
How odd.
Somebody going around
with your photographs.
You must have a secret admirer.
Tell me Mr. Drake, what are
you doing in the Federation?
I'm in the souvenir business,
Sugden's of Birmingham.
You may have heard of us.
We make the bulk of the
handmade native crafts so,
brass tables, pots, that kind of thing.
Business has been falling
off in this country
since independence, no tourists you see,
so I'm out here to drum it up if possible
and if not, get out.
Now, I must take my leave.
May I use your telephone before I --
Yes, it's there.
Thank you.
I see you can see this
is very pricey stuff.
Very high class.
Oh, excuse me.
Sinclair Jones, handmade
native crafts emporium.
Ah yes Jones.
Any new on that agency
I asked you to contact?
Ah no, no, not yet.
We're doing our very utmost, Mr. Drake.
Good.
I'll call back later.
I'll call back later.
Well, thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Dr. Winter.
Bye.
Thank you for returning the photographs.
I'll see you to the door, Mr. Drake.
Thank you.
What are you doing this evening?
Don't say you'll be busy.
I'm terribly busy, I'm afraid.
Well I don't find that very flattering.
And if you think this town is
full of fascinating people,
you're in for a big disappointment.
All the talent's gone away, Mr. Drake.
Just us poor old fogies
left to comfort each other.
I really must be getting
along now, Mrs. Winter.
No, I don't find your
attitude at all flattering.
I prefer to think that you're shy.
I've always been shy, Mrs. Winter.
Well in that case, I may
be able to forgive you.
And help you.
Goodbye.
Hello.
Dr. Winter here.
This is most important.
You must come to my surgery
at the hospital at once.
No, no, not on the phone.
I must see you, General.
Yes Sir.
Who do you wish to see, Sir?
I'm with Dr. Winter.
I was just putting the car away.
Wait a minute.
Good afternoon, General.
Good afternoon, young lady.
Which floor?
The third, please.
Dr. Winter had no time for me.
He has a more important patient.
The gentleman who just
went up with you, Sir?
Yes, who was he?
That was General G'Niore.
Huh.
Then I can't complain, can I?
No, Sir.
Goodbye.
Any messages or mail?
Name's Drake.
Mr. Drake?
Yes?
Then you'll please come with me.
You arresting me?
No, Sir.
I am taking you to Flagstaff House.
To see the Prime Minister?
Yes, Sir.
I'm ready. Let's go.
This is Mr. Drake.
Good afternoon, Mr. Drake.
Uh huh.
I will inform the Prime
Minister thay you are here.
Excuse me. -Thank you.
You may come in, Mr. Drake.
Certainly.
Excuse me.
Mr. Drake.
Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.
I had a message from
London just an hour ago
asking me to see you on
the most urgent business.
Please don't keep me in suspense.
I have some disturbing news for you, Sir.
I thought it best to come straight to you.
I see.
You find me a sick man.
I had no idea, Sir.
I'm glad to hear it.
We wish it to be a well kept secret.
Mr. Drake, you must not
associate me with that
ludicrous performance
that is going on outside.
The Adzeto?
Yes.
As the Muhammadan Prime Minister
of a multi-racial state,
I have to please everybody.
The majority of my people are still
fundamentally superstitious.
Without him, my coastal tribes
would fear I were falling
dangerously under the
influence of the Western World.
It does no harm, except to a few toads
and the occasional vampire bat.
Yes.
I expect you'll know, Sir--
One moment, Mr. Drake.
Certainly.
Very well, tell me the worst.
You must know, Sir, that
Colonel Coote's Mercenaries
are camped in the highlands
on the far side of your
southeastern border.
I'm aware of that, Mr. Drake.
They are now moving towards the coast.
I'm aware of that, too.
But, and my information
is absolutely reliable.
Tonight, they will be lifted by helicopter
across your border and
take up position here,
outside the city.
I must congratulate you, Mr. Drake.
Even my own security people
are not aware of that.
But I, of course, know all about it.
They are coming at my request.
They are in my pay.
Come in, General.
Mr. Drake, General G'Niore,
my Minister of Defense.
Oh, so you are Mr. Drake.
I ran into Mr. Drake earlier on today
when I called on
Dr. Winter in the hospital.
Mr. Drake thinks it is
his duty to warn us of
a sinister conspiracy against our country.
Or against yourself, Sir.
Me?
Is your operation really necessary?
Mr. Drake.
General, would you be
kind enough to pass me my
x-ray plates?
I will endeavor to set
Mr. Drake's mind at rest.
Now Mr. Drake, will you
come round here, please.
I take it you have some
knowledge of the human anatomy?
Just a nodding acquaintance.
Now this was taken after
I'd had a barium meal.
Oh, no, no, no, not that one.
Yes, here we are.
This one,
when I was tilted back a little.
Now, you'll see this
slight protuberance here,
just above the upper stomach.
That is known as a diaphragmatic hernia,
which as you probably know --
Come in, James.
I was just showing
Mr. Drake your works of art.
I see that my distinguished
colleague is on duty
outside again.
I'll let you into a little secret,
I feel none the better for it.
How are you this afternoon?
We'll talk about that later.
And that, Mr. Drake, is
a condition which is not
only painful, but one
which cannot be allowed
to continue.
James is operating tomorrow.
He assures me I will pull through.
But then, he has a duty
to maintain my morale.
As leader of my people,
I have a duty to know the facts.
I've taken other opinions
and I have learned that
there is a possibility that
I shall not pull through.
Nonsense.
So, we have kept my condition a secret.
A confidence, Mr. Drake, which
I trust you will respect.
Of course, Prime Minister.
We intend to weld this
country into one nation.
But our population is made up
of many races, many tribes.
If I were to die, every chieftain would
make a bid for power.
It is to save the
country from such anarchy
that I must be sure if anything
were to go wrong tomorrow,
that the executive will pass smoothly
into the hands of my able deputy.
That is why I have called
in the white mercenaries.
They will maintain the status quo while
General G'Niore establishes himself.
But naturally, I hope that their services
will not be required.
We hope not.
Thank you for your confidence.
I'll say goodbye, Sir.
Goodbye and good luck.
Thank you, Mr. Drake.
Ah yes, well in that
case, could you arrange
a telephone call for me
in two or three minutes?
Alright.
Good evening, Mr. Drake.
Good evening, Mrs. Winter.
I was just passing by on my way to dinner
and I thought I'd call in and
see that you were comfortable.
How very thoughtful of you.
Yes, I'm glad to report that the hotel is
extremely comfortable.
And you're sure that you have everything
that you need?
I have everything that a man
could conceivably need.
You sound depressingly self-sufficient.
But, I'll forgive you
and take you to dinner
at the Beachcombers.
Ah, now do you think
that's wise, Mrs. Winter?
I don't to fall out with
your husband, Dr. Winter,
in case I become ill.
He has the only good hospital in town.
James is far too
worried about the hospital
to ever give a thought to me.
Really?
Why is he so worried?
Don't ask me.
They'll take it away from him in the end.
So, why not get out now?
But no, he never stops
lobbying and scheming.
The house is always full of
his dreary political chums.
General G'Niore practically
lives there these days.
He's there now with some
idiot Colonel or the other.
But must we talk about it?
It's such a relief to get out.
Do come along.
Time we were going.
Nothing I'd like better, Mrs. Winter.
Unfortunately, I'm
expecting a telephone call
from a business associate.
The souvenir business.
What a dull man you are, Mr. Drake.
I wonder if I could have another drink.
That is, if you could spare me enough
of your valuable time.
Certainly.
What would you like?
Gin, whisky, brandy?
Brandy, please.
Brandy for the lady, please.
Well, how long has the
Prime Minister been ill?
My dear, he's such an
unbelievable hypochondriac.
He bores me to death.
For years, James has humored him with his
imaginary aches and pains.
He got the biggest shock in the world
when James told him that
this time, he was really ill.
Telephone, Mr. Drake.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, that'd be your business associate.
Yes, l expect so.
If you'll excuse me and
goodnight, Mrs. Winter.
Oh, well don't worry
about the drink, Mr. Drake.
I'll be on my way.
Next time I call you, I'll ask
for a business appointment.
Well I look forward to that.
Goodnight.
I think you're being far
too cynical, Mr. Drake.
See, even Dr. Winter has
to be a little interested
in politics.
We all do.
After all, our living depends on it.
Have you seen the photographs
of the Prime Minister's
stomach?
He's happy.
I can't recognize the
Prime Minister from an
x-ray plate of his stomach.
I don't know one upper
abdomen from another.
Supposing someone had
switched the x-ray plates.
Suppose the plates that I saw were of
someone else's stomach.
Supposing there was
a conspiracy between the General
and Dr. Winter.
The Prime Minister goes into the hospital
for an operation.
He dies.
The General become Premier
and Dr. Winter, loyal friend of both
is suitably rewarded.
It does seem highly improbable.
Highly improbable, Sinclair Jones,
or remotely possible?
I have to be sure.
I must get into that hospital.
Good evening, young lady.
I have something here
which I think will be of
great interest to a well
endowed young girl like you.
Oh please, not this side of the counter.
Now you see this,
I think it is not of
an unattractive fetter.
Now, I have here another glory from heaven
which has been created specially
by the silk manufacturers
of India and it has
been created by the most
ancient artisans of my country.
Now ladies, you can have a look at this.
No ladies, not so fast.
Please, you come to Sinclair
Jones' Handicraft Emporium
if you want anything.
Don't you understand?
Good evening, Sir.
Oh, good evening, Dr. Winter.
Good evening.
Good evening, Dr. Winter.
I'll have your results
for you in a minute.
Good.
Then I'll wait.
Positive.
Thank you.
That's where they
got his x-ray plate from.
Good evening.
Doctor.
Doctor Winter.
Are you in?
There was a man in Doctor Winter's room.
But he's in.
No, I knocked; he wasn't there.
Goodnight.
-Goodnight.
That's him.
Excuse me.
Hello, Dr. Winter here.
The cleaner says that
a man has just left your room.
Is that alright?
In my room?
No.
No, stop him.
I'll be right down.
Stop him.
Hey you.
Stop.
Come back.
You are very early, Mr. Drake.
My business is most important.
I see.
Please do come in.
Thank you.
Please do wait here, Mr. Drake.
Thank you.
Please come in, Mr. Drake.
Good morning, Mr. Drake.
Good morning, General.
I came to see the Prime Minister.
At this hour?
It must be a very urgent matter.
It's important.
I'm afraid you won't be able to see him
but I shall see him this morning
and of course, I shall
be delighted to convey
any message for you.
Thank you very much, General.
But I think I'd prefer
to talk to him myself.
But I regret you might have to wait
for a day or two because you see,
the Premier has already
left for the hospital.
Oh really?
When is he being operated on?
This morning.
Then we must wish him luck.
Yes indeed.
It's a most anxious time for all of us.
Particularly for you, General.
We can only wait and hope.
I'll bid you good morning.
You're not thinking of going to the
hospital yourself?
Oh, why?
Because you would not be allowed in.
Oh, thanks for the warning.
They tell me last
night you went to the hospital
and broke into
Dr. Winter's office.
Do they?
What did you hope to find there?
Why?
Was there anything missing?
I'm in a hurry, General.
We'll talk about this some other time.
Stop.
Did you take a document
from the files, Mr. Drake?
And have you brought it
here to show to the Premier?
Empty your pockets, if you please.
Oh, come now, General.
You're not going to shoot
me here in Flagstaff House.
Too many questions would be asked.
The success of your conspiracy depends on
nothing untidy happening.
Now, for the Premier to die
in the middle of an operation,
that's tidy and acceptable.
But to shoot a mysterious Englishman here
in the Premier's house, that
would be extremely untidy,
would confuse the whole issue,
and is most unacceptable.
I bid you good morning, General.
Morning.
Where are you going?
To the hospital.
You are wasting your time.
Colonel Coote's mercenaries
are already there on duty.
No one is allowed in.
I'll try my powers of persuasion.
Colonel Coote is under my command.
It will be just as much
a mistake to shoot me
in the public streets as it
would at Flagstaff House.
Anyway, I intend to drive extremely fast.
It would be a pity to find
yourself with a dead man
at the wheel.
Hold on to your seat.
Alright, alright,
James.
Have you come to fetch me?
No, just to see how you
are and to wish you luck.
It's just a sedative,
keep you calm, cool, and collected.
They'll be bringing
you down to the theater
in an hour's time.
And in two hours' time
I shall know if the operation
is successful.
But not if not.
I'm glad you stayed out here, James.
I wish you every success.
Everything will be fine.
There, you see?
Coote's mercenaries.
Don't get out.
You don't stand one
chance of getting to see
the Premier.
Well if I don't, he'll be a dead duck.
Mr. Drake, your behavior is unforgivable.
You are interfering in
the internal politics
of an autonomous nation.
It's a government by assassination.
You won't even get inside the building,
so why try?
You will find it doesn't
pay to antagonize me.
In an hour's time, I shall
be the Head of State.
And you make a good
friend, but a bad enemy.
Exactly.
If you do as I ask, you will
find that I'm not ungrateful.
How would you show your gratitude?
Would you pay me?
We can't talk here.
Handsomely?
Drive to my house and we will come to
some arrangement.
Walk into my parlor.
Get after him.
Hey, stop and get that guy.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Now you get down there.
Well, if it isn't Private Appley.
I said we'd meet again.
Sir.
I want that man out of here.
Buchanan, Deschamps,
take him out the back.
Put him in my truck.
He's under close arrest.
Back to your post, the rest of you.
He's a deserter, Sir.
Sergeant, I have a proposition
that will interest you. -Yes, Sir?
Why not let him run, Sergeant?
Yours not to reason why, Deschamps.
But the General does not have to know.
You're getting a hundred each for the job.
You're right, it's a good bonus.
Hey, Pierre,
get the rest of this dirt out of here.
We're right down to the rocks, Sarge.
On your feet.
Alright, that'll do.
And now Appley, you get down there.
Oh, you've come for me already.
I must just sign this first, matron.
I'm finding it very difficult to read.
I'm very sleepy.
Hey, you.
Hey, you.
Ooh, you poor man.
Who are you?
Private Appley.
What do you want?
Private Johnson who you shot in the back.
I'll collect you later.
Prime Minister,
you should have had your injection by now.
This is most irregular.
My fault, James.
I refused to have it
until I was quite sure
that everything was under control.
Now that I'm here and
among friends I trust,
you may proceed.
Really Prime Minister,
it's too much to expect me to
concentrate on an operation with that
heathenish racket going on.
General, would you thank him for doing
whatever he is doing.
But suggest he do it quietly.
Prime Minister,
I have a most improbable tale to tell you.
If you'll come with me, please.