The Rat Patrol (1966–1968): Season 2, Episode 17 - The Boomerang Raid - full transcript
The Rat patrol meet a sub off the North African coast to exchange information about German beach positions. Troy starts to wonder at the real identity of the man they have met.
You're sure he's
coming in off a sub?
Uh-huh.
We're to give him the map?
That's right.
What's he gonna do with it?
That's one thing
they didn't tell me.
Well, I hope
something important.
Three nights of running
up and down this beach,
marking Kraut positions
hasn't been a picnic.
There he is.
Right, let's go get him.
Go get him.
Lieutenant Kemper.
Sergeant Troy.
You're late, Lieutenant. I know.
Sub had to avoid
a Kraut patrol boat.
Hitch, Tully.
I'll have to check your
orders and your ID.
I thought you'd never ask.
You cut yourself? Huh?
There's blood on your dog tags.
I nearly choked myself
getting out of the sub.
Must've cut my neck a little.
All right, let's go.
Krauts!
It's Dietrich!
That Kraut I killed.
You knew him?
Yeah. I knew him.
All right, let's go. Move it.
Private, you better
get back to the beach.
Signal the sub we made
the pickup, all right?
You've marked all the Kraut and
Allied positions along the coast?
Yes, sir.
And you've been
given the location
of our fire control
point in this area.
We'll take you
there, Lieutenant.
After we brief you on this.
Good.
Now, the reason for all this.
An offshore barrage is
scheduled for tomorrow morning.
Why didn't Headquarters tell us?
Obliviously, Sergeant, if you'd
been captured knowing of the barrage,
you could put the
entire fleet in jeopardy.
Makes sense.
When the barrage starts
I'll direct the guns from
the fire control point.
Make sure the shells hit the
Krauts in their own positions.
I see you've designated
all the Allied positions.
But you have failed to mark
the strength or type of facility.
Pardon me, sir,
does it really matter?
I mean, we indicated the
strength of the Krauts in each spot.
It is just as important for
me to know our strength
as it is to know theirs.
All right, Lieutenant.
Up north, these marks here
indicate inland troop
concentrations all along these hills.
Hitch, get on the
horn to Headquarters.
Tell them we made contact
with Lieutenant Kemper.
Sarge.
American. How did he get here?
And shot in the chest.
There's no dog tag, is there?
What's that?
It's a tattoo.
"BK loves SM."
Well, we can't leave
him here. Come on.
Let's get him over there.
How far is it to the
fire control point?
It's about 12 miles from here.
As soon as the rest of the
guys get back, we'll get rolling.
We'd just finished signaling the
submarine when we found him.
And no dog tags?
Just the tattoo, and a
bullet through the chest.
"BK
"loves SM."
We'd better get
started, Sergeant.
What's your hurry, Lieutenant?
You seem very nervous.
Why should I be nervous?
I don't know. You tell me.
What are you driving at, Troy?
Doesn't it seem to be
a strange coincidence
a half-dressed GI is washed
ashore with no dog tags?
BK could stand for Kemper.
But he did kill Dietrich.
Yes, Sergeant, if you recall
I helped save your skin from
those Krauts on that beach.
And maybe I'll apologize
for that, Lieutenant.
But right now, I have questions.
Like what?
Like that guy had
been shot in the chest.
You've got blood
on your dog tags.
Well, maybe it's his blood.
And maybe those
are his dog tags.
If you don't believe my story,
why don't you take me to your
radio and I'll confirm my ID?
Fish or cut bait, Sergeant!
All right, Lieutenant,
you're on.
Well, that answers
the questions.
But I'm afraid not
mine, Sergeant.
He sent one of the
men out to the radio.
I expect you were
a bit surprised
to find Captain Dietrich
in such good health,
weren't you, Sergeant?
Yeah.
Yeah, a little.
Sergeant, for your information,
as soon as our counterintelligence
found out as to what your plans were,
we sent a small boat to
intercept your contact man.
And he fires a
blank, you play dead,
and that's supposed to
convince me he's really Kemper.
Something like that.
That map won't
help you, Captain.
Not unless you know the
location of the fire control point.
We had intended to follow you
there and then move in, Sergeant.
And direct your fire in
our lines instead of yours.
That's exactly what it is. Yes.
You still have to find it first.
You know what, Sergeant?
You are going to show it to me.
I wouldn't count on it.
Sergeant, you must be aware
of the importance of this mission.
Could force me to be
very persuasive with you.
I'm growing impatient, Sergeant.
I'm waiting!
It's 12 miles south of here.
That's much
better. Now let's go.
Follow me, Sarge.
Get in.
Move it! The map!
Roger, out.
So what's the word?
Barrage is still set
for tomorrow morning.
So we'll head for
the fire control point.
Do you remember all the details?
Yeah. I've got
them right up here.
Then prepare the men.
coming in off a sub?
Uh-huh.
We're to give him the map?
That's right.
What's he gonna do with it?
That's one thing
they didn't tell me.
Well, I hope
something important.
Three nights of running
up and down this beach,
marking Kraut positions
hasn't been a picnic.
There he is.
Right, let's go get him.
Go get him.
Lieutenant Kemper.
Sergeant Troy.
You're late, Lieutenant. I know.
Sub had to avoid
a Kraut patrol boat.
Hitch, Tully.
I'll have to check your
orders and your ID.
I thought you'd never ask.
You cut yourself? Huh?
There's blood on your dog tags.
I nearly choked myself
getting out of the sub.
Must've cut my neck a little.
All right, let's go.
Krauts!
It's Dietrich!
That Kraut I killed.
You knew him?
Yeah. I knew him.
All right, let's go. Move it.
Private, you better
get back to the beach.
Signal the sub we made
the pickup, all right?
You've marked all the Kraut and
Allied positions along the coast?
Yes, sir.
And you've been
given the location
of our fire control
point in this area.
We'll take you
there, Lieutenant.
After we brief you on this.
Good.
Now, the reason for all this.
An offshore barrage is
scheduled for tomorrow morning.
Why didn't Headquarters tell us?
Obliviously, Sergeant, if you'd
been captured knowing of the barrage,
you could put the
entire fleet in jeopardy.
Makes sense.
When the barrage starts
I'll direct the guns from
the fire control point.
Make sure the shells hit the
Krauts in their own positions.
I see you've designated
all the Allied positions.
But you have failed to mark
the strength or type of facility.
Pardon me, sir,
does it really matter?
I mean, we indicated the
strength of the Krauts in each spot.
It is just as important for
me to know our strength
as it is to know theirs.
All right, Lieutenant.
Up north, these marks here
indicate inland troop
concentrations all along these hills.
Hitch, get on the
horn to Headquarters.
Tell them we made contact
with Lieutenant Kemper.
Sarge.
American. How did he get here?
And shot in the chest.
There's no dog tag, is there?
What's that?
It's a tattoo.
"BK loves SM."
Well, we can't leave
him here. Come on.
Let's get him over there.
How far is it to the
fire control point?
It's about 12 miles from here.
As soon as the rest of the
guys get back, we'll get rolling.
We'd just finished signaling the
submarine when we found him.
And no dog tags?
Just the tattoo, and a
bullet through the chest.
"BK
"loves SM."
We'd better get
started, Sergeant.
What's your hurry, Lieutenant?
You seem very nervous.
Why should I be nervous?
I don't know. You tell me.
What are you driving at, Troy?
Doesn't it seem to be
a strange coincidence
a half-dressed GI is washed
ashore with no dog tags?
BK could stand for Kemper.
But he did kill Dietrich.
Yes, Sergeant, if you recall
I helped save your skin from
those Krauts on that beach.
And maybe I'll apologize
for that, Lieutenant.
But right now, I have questions.
Like what?
Like that guy had
been shot in the chest.
You've got blood
on your dog tags.
Well, maybe it's his blood.
And maybe those
are his dog tags.
If you don't believe my story,
why don't you take me to your
radio and I'll confirm my ID?
Fish or cut bait, Sergeant!
All right, Lieutenant,
you're on.
Well, that answers
the questions.
But I'm afraid not
mine, Sergeant.
He sent one of the
men out to the radio.
I expect you were
a bit surprised
to find Captain Dietrich
in such good health,
weren't you, Sergeant?
Yeah.
Yeah, a little.
Sergeant, for your information,
as soon as our counterintelligence
found out as to what your plans were,
we sent a small boat to
intercept your contact man.
And he fires a
blank, you play dead,
and that's supposed to
convince me he's really Kemper.
Something like that.
That map won't
help you, Captain.
Not unless you know the
location of the fire control point.
We had intended to follow you
there and then move in, Sergeant.
And direct your fire in
our lines instead of yours.
That's exactly what it is. Yes.
You still have to find it first.
You know what, Sergeant?
You are going to show it to me.
I wouldn't count on it.
Sergeant, you must be aware
of the importance of this mission.
Could force me to be
very persuasive with you.
I'm growing impatient, Sergeant.
I'm waiting!
It's 12 miles south of here.
That's much
better. Now let's go.
Follow me, Sarge.
Get in.
Move it! The map!
Roger, out.
So what's the word?
Barrage is still set
for tomorrow morning.
So we'll head for
the fire control point.
Do you remember all the details?
Yeah. I've got
them right up here.
Then prepare the men.