The Rat Patrol (1966–1968): Season 2, Episode 14 - The Two If by Sea Raid - full transcript
One of the Rat Patrol impersonate a French electrician so he can infiltrate a secret German naval base.
All right, Rouche,
out of the truck.
Everything all right?
It's all yours.
Sarge, you really think
he can pull this off?
Piece of cake.
Getting pretty
cocky, aren't you?
No, I'm just a
cautious Desert Rat
who's had too much
experience in the art of survival.
You just manage to keep
our friend off the streets.
Don't worry about him.
We'll keep him on ice.
Moffitt.
Cyanide.
Flavor of the month.
Right.
And that's about everything.
Rendezvous.
0600 hours at the cove.
What do you know
about electricity, anyway?
Oh, if I have to, I can
change a light bulb.
Yes?
I am the electrician.
Let me see your identification.
I see. But where's Rouche?
His mother is dying. He went
to be with her in Benghazi.
I know what he must
be going through.
My own dear mother
passed away last year.
But life must go on.
Seaman Urban will see that
you have everything you want.
Just a moment, please.
Not that I doubt your
story for a moment,
but as a matter of protocol,
would you mind not leaving the compound
until your story can be corroborated?
Of course, Herr Leutnant.
Take him to the lighthouse.
I swear to you, I am no
friend to the Germans.
He spends so much
time with the Boches,
it's a wonder they
don't charge him rent.
Does that make
me a collaborator?
I have a wife and children.
I have to make a living, no?
Shut up, Rouche.
Sarge, did you know
you can smell the sea?
Yes, you can. Now
it's Hitler's bathtub.
Well, maybe.
Sarge, are they sure that
convoy's carrying Tiger tanks?
Yeah, Hitch, they're sure.
Rommel has been waiting for
those tanks for over three months.
Well, as soon as Moffitt gives
us the location and arrival time,
we code it and get it to
British 8th Army Headquarters.
Once they know
when and where it is,
the 8th will be there to
give them a reception party.
And our boys will blow
them right out of the water.
Are you finished?
Almost.
But the reflector is cracked.
The Captain, is he in?
No, he's in his quarters.
Excuse me. Heartburn.
This rotten wine.
I have some cognac.
Really?
Cognac?
Let me take a look. Here.
Any sign of him?
It's getting late.
Well, are we going up after him?
Yeah. And pray
that he's still alive.
Like he said,
he's a Desert Rat trained
in the art of survival.
There's some things
no one's trained for.
Cyanide.
I didn't realize they were
making it that difficult for you.
I was beginning
to get a taste for it,
but I couldn't keep
up the payments.
I like you English, I really do.
Let's not quarrel.
If you say so.
We can do far better
if we cooperate.
The information you went
to so much trouble to get,
what were you
supposed to do with it?
You're determined to make
my life difficult, aren't you?
You understand, sooner
or later, we'll find out.
Not too late, I hope.
How long do you have to torture
him to find out what we want to know?
Not torture,
Kapitan, interrogate.
I'm not quarreling with
your words, Lieutenant,
only your results.
Seaman Urban, let me
know as soon as he talks.
The one you call Moffitt, he
was a good comrade, huh?
Too bad he died before he could
give you the information you needed.
That doesn't seem
very important now.
Your comrade is
dead, your mission over.
Why don't you let me go, huh?
So you can sell this
to the Germans, huh?
Why should I do
that? I like you.
Well, that puts a whole
new complexion on it.
He bought it? Now if he
can sell it to the Germans...
And if he can't?
That's why Moffitt's
still in the truck.
Sarge, why didn't one
of us go instead of him?
'Cause he started it
and he wanted to finish it.
Now it's up to Rouche.
If he can sell the
fact to the Germans
that Moffitt died before
he gave us the information,
we're home free.
Then they suddenly took
you to witness a funeral.
Now, why do you
suppose they did that?
I'll tell you why.
They want us to believe
their comrade is dead
because they want us to
signal the ships to come in.
Do they? That's an
interesting hypothesis.
Don't you understand?
The whole thing was staged.
Surely you can see that!
Can you support this hypothesis
of yours with facts? Facts?
Facts are no substitute for
intelligence, Herr Kapitan.
The lighthouse will signal the
convoy to come in exactly as planned.
That will be all.
I think you should understand, I
intend sending a full report to Berlin.
Is that a threat?
No, Herr Kapitan, just a fact.
Time's about up.
Something must have gone wrong.
All right, let's go get him.
He's got to be in that
lamp house by now.
I've just come from the Captain.
You are to signal the
convoy not to come in.
It can't be.
He just called and ordered
the convoy in as scheduled.
It's impossible. I've just
come from the Captain myself.
It must be a trick.
Now, listen to me.
Your orders are to signal
the convoy not to come in,
and unless you want
to face a firing squad...
You fool!
Can you make it? Piece of cake.
All right.
That was worth the
price of admission.
Hey, how does it feel
to be among the living?
I'll tell you when I get there.
It must have felt strange
watching your own funeral.
Actually, it was very touching.
I thought he'd be impressed.
I was.
The sight of three
grown men crying.
Come on.
out of the truck.
Everything all right?
It's all yours.
Sarge, you really think
he can pull this off?
Piece of cake.
Getting pretty
cocky, aren't you?
No, I'm just a
cautious Desert Rat
who's had too much
experience in the art of survival.
You just manage to keep
our friend off the streets.
Don't worry about him.
We'll keep him on ice.
Moffitt.
Cyanide.
Flavor of the month.
Right.
And that's about everything.
Rendezvous.
0600 hours at the cove.
What do you know
about electricity, anyway?
Oh, if I have to, I can
change a light bulb.
Yes?
I am the electrician.
Let me see your identification.
I see. But where's Rouche?
His mother is dying. He went
to be with her in Benghazi.
I know what he must
be going through.
My own dear mother
passed away last year.
But life must go on.
Seaman Urban will see that
you have everything you want.
Just a moment, please.
Not that I doubt your
story for a moment,
but as a matter of protocol,
would you mind not leaving the compound
until your story can be corroborated?
Of course, Herr Leutnant.
Take him to the lighthouse.
I swear to you, I am no
friend to the Germans.
He spends so much
time with the Boches,
it's a wonder they
don't charge him rent.
Does that make
me a collaborator?
I have a wife and children.
I have to make a living, no?
Shut up, Rouche.
Sarge, did you know
you can smell the sea?
Yes, you can. Now
it's Hitler's bathtub.
Well, maybe.
Sarge, are they sure that
convoy's carrying Tiger tanks?
Yeah, Hitch, they're sure.
Rommel has been waiting for
those tanks for over three months.
Well, as soon as Moffitt gives
us the location and arrival time,
we code it and get it to
British 8th Army Headquarters.
Once they know
when and where it is,
the 8th will be there to
give them a reception party.
And our boys will blow
them right out of the water.
Are you finished?
Almost.
But the reflector is cracked.
The Captain, is he in?
No, he's in his quarters.
Excuse me. Heartburn.
This rotten wine.
I have some cognac.
Really?
Cognac?
Let me take a look. Here.
Any sign of him?
It's getting late.
Well, are we going up after him?
Yeah. And pray
that he's still alive.
Like he said,
he's a Desert Rat trained
in the art of survival.
There's some things
no one's trained for.
Cyanide.
I didn't realize they were
making it that difficult for you.
I was beginning
to get a taste for it,
but I couldn't keep
up the payments.
I like you English, I really do.
Let's not quarrel.
If you say so.
We can do far better
if we cooperate.
The information you went
to so much trouble to get,
what were you
supposed to do with it?
You're determined to make
my life difficult, aren't you?
You understand, sooner
or later, we'll find out.
Not too late, I hope.
How long do you have to torture
him to find out what we want to know?
Not torture,
Kapitan, interrogate.
I'm not quarreling with
your words, Lieutenant,
only your results.
Seaman Urban, let me
know as soon as he talks.
The one you call Moffitt, he
was a good comrade, huh?
Too bad he died before he could
give you the information you needed.
That doesn't seem
very important now.
Your comrade is
dead, your mission over.
Why don't you let me go, huh?
So you can sell this
to the Germans, huh?
Why should I do
that? I like you.
Well, that puts a whole
new complexion on it.
He bought it? Now if he
can sell it to the Germans...
And if he can't?
That's why Moffitt's
still in the truck.
Sarge, why didn't one
of us go instead of him?
'Cause he started it
and he wanted to finish it.
Now it's up to Rouche.
If he can sell the
fact to the Germans
that Moffitt died before
he gave us the information,
we're home free.
Then they suddenly took
you to witness a funeral.
Now, why do you
suppose they did that?
I'll tell you why.
They want us to believe
their comrade is dead
because they want us to
signal the ships to come in.
Do they? That's an
interesting hypothesis.
Don't you understand?
The whole thing was staged.
Surely you can see that!
Can you support this hypothesis
of yours with facts? Facts?
Facts are no substitute for
intelligence, Herr Kapitan.
The lighthouse will signal the
convoy to come in exactly as planned.
That will be all.
I think you should understand, I
intend sending a full report to Berlin.
Is that a threat?
No, Herr Kapitan, just a fact.
Time's about up.
Something must have gone wrong.
All right, let's go get him.
He's got to be in that
lamp house by now.
I've just come from the Captain.
You are to signal the
convoy not to come in.
It can't be.
He just called and ordered
the convoy in as scheduled.
It's impossible. I've just
come from the Captain myself.
It must be a trick.
Now, listen to me.
Your orders are to signal
the convoy not to come in,
and unless you want
to face a firing squad...
You fool!
Can you make it? Piece of cake.
All right.
That was worth the
price of admission.
Hey, how does it feel
to be among the living?
I'll tell you when I get there.
It must have felt strange
watching your own funeral.
Actually, it was very touching.
I thought he'd be impressed.
I was.
The sight of three
grown men crying.
Come on.