The Rat Patrol (1966–1968): Season 2, Episode 15 - The Street Urchin Raid - full transcript

I shine your bootsy?

Ten pesetas, best
shine in all North Africa.

Go on, beat it.

Five pesetas?

Heil Hitler.

Shine, amigos?

Hitler.

Conserve your energy, Sergeant.

You're going to need it.

Something's gone wrong.

That guy with the photos,
maybe he didn't show up.



With or without
those photographs,

Troy should have
been here an hour ago.

That town is a neutral
territory, he's safe in there.

So's the Gestapo.

Come on.

Let's slip past the border
control and try and find him.

I want those
photographs, Sergeant.

Write to my fan club.

Captain Dietrich warned
us of your meeting.

At precisely 18:15 this evening,

you received a set
of aerial photographs

of secret German installations.

If you say so.

The espionage agent who delivered
them is also a guest of the Gestapo.



Would you care to see his party?

Hold it!

I'm afraid, Herr Rettig, that we
have no right to hold this man

on neutral territory.

The local officials find
out, we can be expelled.

He is here
unofficially, Captain.

So are we.

Then we shall treat
him as a prisoner of war.

Shine, senor?

Tico, where have you been?

Photographs. The Americans
want them, so did the Germans.

I can sell this for
a lot of money.

No, Tico, this is not our war.

I'm a good neutral citizen.

I sell to either
side, maybe both,

and the money will
take us home to Madrid.

Silly one, the
danger is too great.

I do not like my sister
to work in this ugly place.

Oh, Tico, 10 years old, and
you already talk like a man.

I am a man.

With never a chance
to enjoy being young.

Now forget about
those foolish war games.

Go home, would you, Tico? I
must keep those pigs happy.

Shine, senor?

Just go on.

Ten pesetas, best
shine in all North Africa.

Oh, it's you, Tico.

What are you selling this time?

Photographs, amigo.

Military photographs.
Very strategic.

I'd rather have a picture
of your sister, Sarina.

Your commandant is looking
for these pictures, senor,

and so are the Americans.

Oh? Let me see them.

No, senor, only the commandant.

Aerial photographs?

Military bases?

German?

English?

Or American?

American.

No, English.

Some peddler. You don't even
know your own merchandise.

I take my business
to the Americans.

Hey! Even they
would know better.

Hey, guards, get some water!

Quiet, prisoner, quiet!
Get me some water!

Come on!

Listen, the first thing we gotta do
is find a kid with a shoeshine box.

Why?

He's got the aerial photographs.

In a brown envelope? Yeah, why?

Tico?

I do not know
anyone by that name.

We've been told
he's your brother.

I have no brother.

Listen, Sarina, the Gestapo
plays a lot tougher than we do.

Now, let us know where he is.

You must excuse me, but I have
to change for my next performance.

Let her go.

Bound to show
up sooner or later.

Yeah, if the krauts
don't get him first.

He offered to sell me
some photographs.

Photographs?

Just a small boy
selling photographs.

His word means nothing.

He sells anything he
can get his hands on.

Useless objects,
stolen articles.

That boy, who is
he? Tell me his name!

Senores Americanos, I
look everywhere for you.

Yeah, I bet.

All right, junior, let's
have the photographs.

I do not have them, senor.

Have you sold them to
the Germans? Not yet.

But business is business,
and if they make a better price...

You stole those photographs,
Tico. They don't belong to you.

You have no right to
sell them to anyone.

Senor, you talk to me
as if I am a little boy.

I don't know how big
you think you are, Tico,

but the Germans,
they're a lot bigger.

They will not hurt me,
they are not my enemies.

I'm a neutral citizen.

All right, neutral
citizen, go home.

You guys stay here and
keep an eye on the girl.

Let's go, Moffitt.

Your methods, Rettig,

certainly do not lack in barbaric
ambitious quality, do they?

We all have our faults, Captain.

My name is Tico.

I'm a small businessman and I
would like to do business with you.

Tell me, boy, does that by any
chance concern aerial photographs?

How did you know?

We'd be happy to do business
with you, my boy. This way.

My price for the photographs
is very reasonable, Senor Rettig.

I have a more interesting
proposition, Tico.

In exchange for the photographs,

we will give you something
of great personal value.

Tico!

Sarina!

Tico.

Now, as one
businessman to another...

Let her go, you
hear me? Let her go!

It's no use, Tico.

Even a brave little
boy is just a little boy.

Por favor, Senor Rettig,
let Sarina go, please.

As soon as you
surrender the photographs.

You promise?

I promise, Tico.

Run along.

So near, but so far.

You're a fine businessman, Tico.

Come along now.

Hold it right there.

Hey!

What the devil do
you think you're doing?

My sister, she's their prisoner.

Oh, that's great.

Under the circumstances, my boy,

you cannot expect to
see your sister again.

Please, Senor Americano,
give this man the photographs.

No. Your filthy war
means nothing to me.

Senorita, unfortunately, there's no
such thing as neutrality in this war.

You decided to work
for the German cause,

in the future, you could be
protected against this sort of thing.

And who will protect me
from a man like Rettig?

Senor Captain!

Tico!

The photographs are now in
the possession of the Americans.

Senor Rettig is their prisoner.

They will release him when
you release my sister, Sarina.

Come with me, please.

Come on.

You're hopelessly
outnumbered, Sergeant.

You're completely surrounded.

If one of your men takes a shot,

you know what's
gonna happen to him.

Now tell your guard
to throw down his rifle.

All right, now, Captain, let
the little boy and his sister go.

You must admit, Sergeant, you're
getting a far better deal than I am.

All right, go.

I hate to mention it, but
there's a war on, remember?

Great job, Tico. How much?

For my allies, no charge.

Allies? I thought
you were a neutral.

I was, when I was a
little boy, but not anymore.

Now I have a big
man to take me home.

Home. Sounds good.