The Rat Patrol (1966–1968): Season 2, Episode 18 - The Fatal Reunion Raid - full transcript

The Rat Patrol meet in a small town to gain information on a new raid. Jack meets a French girl who'd sheltered him when he was injured earlier in the war. Jack has reservations about the mission, but is a solider first.

Cafe Afrique should
be on this street.

What time are we
supposed to meet Troy?

Didn't say, but we'll
wait for him there.

Try left.

Let's take cover. Yep.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle!

Hey, Sarge.

Gabrielle!

Gabrielle!

Are you all right,
Sarge? I'm fine.



I'm fine.

I'll meet you at the Cafe.

Troy not here yet?

Not yet.

I thought I saw someone I knew.

I was wrong.

She wouldn't be here.

She?

Here's Troy.

Just left Intelligence.

Air raid kept us overtime.

What's the bad news?

Rescue mission, scientist
named Pierre Marchand.

Ever hear of him?



Works in rocket fuels.

Big man in the field.

Well, the Jerries captured
him some time ago in Algiers.

Last night, the French
underground sprung him.

How do we fit in?

They can only bring him so far.

We're to meet him tonight
and complete delivery.

Meet them where?

German territory.

Figures. Nothing's easy.

Well, we have a guide,
French underground.

Name of Gabrielle Ouvret.

That's her address. We
pick her up at 2300 hours.

What's the matter with him?

Gabrielle Ouvret?

No. No, there is no such person.

You...

You tell to the soldier he...

He made a mistake, huh?

Jack.

Bonjour, Gabrielle.

The flowers are lovely, Jack.

Is that all you can
say after two years?

I must put them in water.

Two years, five months,

and 11 days.

A lifetime, no?

War, it changes everything.

No.

No. Not everything.

Two years ago,

I remember your army
was retreating to Dunkirk,

the Nazis were about
to enter my village,

and then... Jack, please.

Two years ago,

I was hidden away
on your father's farm.

Ton of shrapnel in my leg.

For a whole month,

that was our whole world.

It was all we had.

It was all we wanted.

Oh, Jack.

I'm not leaving.

Not without you.

That Colonel Rettig, he has
Germans searching for British soldiers.

If they find you,
they will take you.

It's taken me all my
life to find you, and...

I can't just turn my back.

You'll be taken to the coast.

The Underground
has been alerted.

They're waiting to help you.

Come on, cheri, we must hurry.

Bonjour, Colonel Rettig.

Wait, let me see.

Gabrielle, isn't it?

Of course.

And I consider you much too
delicate to be doing farm work.

Oh, but I enjoy
helping my father.

Perhaps you can
help us, Gabrielle.

We are looking for
British stragglers.

The few that managed
to survive Dunkirk.

And you would
expect me to help you?

It would be to your advantage.

Is that a threat, Colonel?

Not really.

Some women can be conquered
by force, like military objectives.

With others, a more
gentle strategy is indicated.

For you, I would
prescribe sweet music,

pleasant conversation...
And good wine.

The best I can
offer is the wine.

An excellent way to begin.

One moment! Monsieur Ouvret!

Good.

Gentlemen, you
would like some wine?

Later, perhaps.

You seem a little distressed.

Is something disturbing you?

Of course.

It is apparent you do
not think us trustworthy.

Perhaps you can change my mind.

Do I detect a tear, Gabrielle?

Goodbyes.

I hate them.

But your father is returning.

Who can say?

In this war, nothing is certain.

Nothing but the
tears and goodbyes.

Gabrielle.

Jack, please!

Gabrielle, what is it?

What's wrong?

How did you find me here?

It's a big war,
but a small world.

We're assigned to
the same mission.

Tonight?

Oh, no, Jack!
Please, you mustn't!

Why not? You're going.

Cheri, I beg you, don't!

Ma'am.

We have some talking to do.

Sergeant, I do not want
this man to go tonight.

That's for us to decide, ma'am.

Well, decide. You
going or aren't you?

What do you think?

This is the man we're
assigned to rescue tonight.

It's her husband.

All right, which way do we head?

Once out of town,
we head southeast.

When we get there,
I will show you.

All right.

Let's go.

We on time? Yes.

Which direction will
they be bringing him in?

I don't know.

They told me the time and
place of the rendezvous.

Nothing more.

Hitch, Andy, get these jeeps
under cover and stay with them.

I believe I owe
you an explanation.

Jack.

Just one question.

Why don't you wear a
wedding ring or use his name?

I don't have to justify
myself to you or anybody!

Famous names attract attention.

It could limit my usefulness
in the Resistance.

Fine.

You've given me an explanation.

No.

Not yet.

It goes back.

Two years, five
months and 11 days.

When you walked out of my life

and Colonel Rettig entered it.

Rettig?

My most ardent admirer.

His demands made it impossible
for me to live in my village.

And when I left it, he
sent the Gestapo after me.

It was Pierre who rescued me.

He took me to Algiers.

Two months later,
we were married.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You had every
reason to love him.

Love him?

No.

I only owe him my life,

my sanity,

my very existence.

It was Rettig who captured him.

He's a general now
in North Africa, here.

He took great pains to find us.

I escaped.

But Pierre tried...

Pierre!

Oh, mon Dieu, what
have they done to him?

Bring up the jeeps.

My congratulations.

You are indeed a woman of honor.

Our arrangements did
not include these others.

What does that mean?

We agreed to a
simple transaction.

You get Dr. Marchand,

I get Gabrielle.

I wish I were as honorable
as the young lady.

These others are
not to be involved!

But I'm a General now! So
much more is expected of me...

You're a very
lovely, loyal wife.

But you're a terrible
businesswoman.

Pierre.

I'm sorry.

I won't be long.

Coffee?

Gabrielle.

I know.

You are leaving.

How is he?

Better today.

He will be well again soon.

He's lucky.

He has...

He needs someone
to nurse him, and...

And you're very
good at it, you know.

Well, I am a bit
out of practice.

Two years, five months, 11 days.

Twelve.

Twelve.

Au revoir, Gabrielle.

Jack.

Will... Will I see you again?

Ever?

It's a big war,

small world.