All ready here, sir. Crew standing
by and awaiting your word. Over.
Right. Over and out.
Our man was brought down
at 2 a.m. this morning.
SHAEF, in their
all-knowing wisdom,
didn't let us know until 10 a.m.
Damned idiots. Damned idiots
for not letting us know.
Double damned idiots for ignoring
our advice in the first place.
Anyway, here he is...
in a town called Werfen...
at the Schloss Adler, the
Castle of the Eagles.
And believe me, it's well-named,
because only an eagle
can get to it.
Our job is to get inside there and
get him out as soon as possible...
before they can get the
information from him.
How are you so sure
that he's there, sir?
The Mosquito he was in
crash-landed only 10 miles away.
The Schloss Adler is the
headquarters of the
German secret service
in southern Bavaria.
Where else would they take him?
How did the plane crash, sir?
Through the most
damnable ill luck.
We carried out a saturation
raid on Nuremberg last night.
There shouldn't have
been a German fighter
within 100 miles of
the Austrian border.
A wandering Messerschmitt
patrol got him.
Anyway, that's not important.
What is important is that we
get him out before he talks.
Or I should say, you get him out.
What about paratroops, sir?
The Schloss Adler is
inaccessible and impregnable.
It would require a battalion
of paratroops to take it.
We haven't got the time.
Stealth and secrecy
are our only hope...
and you gentlemen are, I
trust, stealthy and secretive.
We realise of course
that you've never
worked together
before as a team...
but you're familiar
with one another,
except for Lieutenant
Schaffer here.
You probably noticed that
Lieutenant Schaffer...
wears the shoulder flashes of
the American Ranger division.
I think that speaks for itself.
Major Smith will
lead the group in.
Now, you're all expert at
survival behind enemy lines.
Smith, Lieutenant Schaffer...
Sergeants Harrod and MacPherson
in their m*llitary capacities...
the rest of you in other duties.
You all speak fluent German.
You've been trained in
different types of combat.
If anybody has a chance of
getting him out, you have.
There is, of course,
another way, sir.
A way with a 100 percent
guarantee of success.
Neither Admiral Rolland or I claim
to be omniscient or infallible.
Is there an alternative
that we've missed?
Whistle up a pathfinder squadron
of Lancasters with 10-ton bombs.
I don't think anybody in that
castle would ever talk again.
Nor do I think that you grasp
the realities of the situation.
The captured man, General
Carnaby, is an American.
If we were to destroy him, then
I think General Eisenhower...
might launch his
second front against
us rather than
against the Germans.
There are certain
niceties to be observed
in our relationship
with our allies.
Very well, then, gentlemen. Ten
o'clock tonight at the airfield.
- No more questions, I take it?
- Yes, sir.
Begging the Colonel's pardon,
sir. What's all this about?
I mean, why is this man
so damned important?
- Why should?
- That'll do, Sergeant.
You have all the
information you require.
I think if we're sending a man
to what may be his death...
he has a right to know why.
It's painfully simple, Sergeant.
General Carnaby is one of
the overall coordinators...
of planning for the second front.
He set out last night to meet his
opposite numbers in
the Middle East...
to finalise the plans for
the invasion of Europe.
The rendezvous with the Russians
was to have been in Crete.
Now, unfortunately, his
plane didn't get through.
Now, if the Germans
can make him talk...
it could mean no second
front this year.
- Do you understand, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir.
That's all right,
Sergeant. Forget it.
Now, if you have any
more questions,
Major Smith will answer them.
That's all, gentlemen.
Get them ready. We're
approaching the drop area.
Stand by.
Green on. Go.
Where's Harrod?
Well, last time I saw him, he was
drifting towards those
trees over here.
All right. Spread out.
Let's go and find him.
Major.
- His neck's broken.
- Damn it.
Well, what do we do now? Do we
bury him or do we leave him here?
We leave him here. The snow will
cover him in a couple of hours.
Get back and pick
up the equipment. I
want to see if the
radio's still working.
Well...
the radio works all right. There's
a barn about a mile
down the valley.
We'll use it to check
our equipment.
What about the people
who live in it?
There aren't any.
This is a high alpine pasture.
They bring the cattle up in May
and take them down in September.
The rest of the time, the
place is totally deserted.
Come on. Let's go.
Somehow, you know,
this just isn't me.
It's not any of us, Jock.
You're the cook. Cook...
some hot food and some hot coffee,
and then call London on the radio.
Damn it. I left that codebook
in Sergeant Harrod's tunic.
I'll go and get it for you.
No, it's all right. It's
my own stupid fault.
Sounds as if it's still
blowing a blizzard. Yeah.
Well, if I'm not
back in an hour...
signal me with a flare p*stol
four times every five minutes.
That should bring
a blind man home.
Might also bring the best
part of a German regiment.
There's not a German
within five miles.
Nobody leaves here
until I come back.
- Jock, save me some coffee.
- It'll be cold by then.
They say that's an advantage.
You can't taste cold coffee.
Halt.
Turn around.
You took your time getting
here, didn't you?
Things to attend to.
- You enjoy your trip?
- Lovely.
I nearly froze to death
in that damn plane.
Why couldn't you have
supplied some hot water
bottles or an
electrically heated suit?
- I thought you loved me.
- I can't help what you think.
You managed to bring your gear.
Is that all the greeting
I'm going to get?
I'm afraid so, for
the time being. My
radio operator was
k*lled in the drop.
What happened?
Something struck him in
the back of the neck.
Either the haft of a Kn*fe
or the butt of a g*n.
The skin was unbroken,
but badly discoloured.
It means someone broke
his neck afterwards...
to make it look like an accident.
Now listen, I'm taking
the group at dawn
over the ridge into
the next valley.
We'll stop in the
woods until about
7. Now, don't stumble into us.
As soon as it's dark, we'll move
into the village of Werfen.
In the village, there's a gasthaus
called Zum Wilden Hirsch.
Behind it and to the
right, there's a woodshed.
I'll meet you there at
exactly 8:00 tomorrow night.
And after that, what?
I'll let you know
when the time comes.
Ah.
I see you've come fully prepared.
Never mind about that.
How do you know about
all these things,
Zum Wilden Hirsch and the shed?
I'm entitled to know.
You're entitled to know nothing.
We've worked together for three
years. I'm a professional.
So am I.
If I were the marrying
kind, which I'm...
- I thought you were in a hurry.
- So I am.
Aren't you?
What kept you?
Well, I was very lucky.
I ran into this fabulous blond.
She was lying on a snowdrift.
Does she have a friend?
No, I'm afraid you're out of luck.
Thanks for waiting
up for me, anyway.
No problem.
Lieutenant, why don't
you go to sleep?
It'll be dawn in a couple
of hours. You too, Jock.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Can't get a thing.
Probably the storm, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah, we'll try again
in the morning.
Lieutenant, come with me.
The rest of you stay here.
Better leave the equipment here.
Somebody's got to be crazy.
How'd your Colonel expect
anyone to get in there?
He feels if he can penetrate
the German High Command...
we shouldn't have
difficulty getting up.
He did what?
He spent the years '40 to '43 in
Germany, first in the Wehrmacht...
and then finally in General
Headquarters in Berlin.
They say he knew
h*tler quite well.
I thought he looked a little nuts.
Yeah, probably is.
Now we've got problems of our
own. Get the boys into the trees.
We've brought them
too far over. Be
sure they go beyond
that tree line.
- And what about you?
- I'll be along in a minute.
Be sure they stay
behind the trees.
All right.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling
Danny Boy. Over.
Danny Boy calling Broadsword.
Father Machree is waiting.
This is Father
Machree, Broadsword.
What is your present
position, please? Over.
Woods due west of castle.
Descending at dusk. Harrod dead.
Over.
Was Harrod k*lled
accidentally? Over.
No. Over.
By the Germans? Over.
No.
Time of next broadcast
uncertain. Will you stand by?
Over.
Colonel Turner and
I will remain at
headquarters till
operation completed.
Good luck. Out.
It looks as though
you're right, sir.
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Who's next, I wonder?
Smith himself, perhaps.
I doubt that. Some people
have a sixth sense.
He has a sixth, a
seventh and an eighth.
- He's our best agent.
- Except yourself.
Still and all, even
if he is the best,
this whole operation
looks impossible now.
Take a look down there, at
the foot of the castle.
Dobermans.
Yeah. Dobermans, a guard
tower and a wire fence.
Fences can be cut or
climbed, Lieutenant.
I doubt if that one can
be climbed. It's got
around 3,000 volts
running through it.
If I'm not mistaken, Major, that's
an army barracks over there.
No mistake. This is the
headquarters of the
Wehrmacht Alpenkorps.
Swell. If you got any
other surprises,
I think I ought to
know about them.
I thought you knew, Lieutenant.
Why do you think we're not
dressed as German sailors?
Training troops come
and go all the time.
What are six new faces
among 600 new faces?
Look, Major, this is primarily
a British operation.
I'm an American. I don't even
know why the hell I'm here.
Lieutenant, you're here
because you're an American.
Dear Kramer, you have turned a
little grey since I saw you last.
I'm afraid so, sir.
- How is Berlin, sir?
- Things have changed.
You like my machine?
- It looks pretty dangerous.
- Well, you must try it.
Major Burkhalter, my adjutant.
Major Brant, Jaeger Battalion.
Colonel Weissner, Field Security.
Major Von Hapen, Gestapo.
- Have you questioned him yet?
- No. I was waiting for you.
That Major Von Hapen, does he
know General Carnaby's here?
Yes. I did inform him of his
arrival, but not
of his importance.
Good. If possible, I'd prefer the
Gestapo to be kept out
of this matter...
until we have the
information we want.
Fine.
We don't need them cluttering up
things with t*rture chambers.
This can remain a strictly army
matter for the time being.
- I agree.
- Good.
I've had a very tiring
trip down here from
Berlin. I'd like to
freshen up a bit.
Perhaps sleep a few hours
before meeting General Carnaby.
- I'll see you to your quarters.
- Thank you.
The meeting will be ready
whenever you wish.
Tell me...
Show me your papers.
Right.
I've written her many
times of course, but...
with so many troops
on leave in Berlin,
it was hardly likely
she'd remember me.
But one always hopes you're
the one she'll never forget.
Yeah. What was her name, anyway?
- Fred.
- Fred?
Oh, yeah, I remember Fred, yeah.
She was a short little redhead.
We'll try this one behind us.
When you get inside,
circulate around.
Keep your ears open for
anything about General Carnaby.
We meet back here in
half an hour. All right.
Two beers.
Ah.
See you later.
Anything else needed here? Oh.
And who might you be,
my pretty alpine rose?
Heidi. Stop, Major. I've got work.
There's no more important work...
than entertaining the
soldiers of the fatherland.
- Shall I sing you a song?
- I hear too much singing.
Oh, very well, then. I'll
whistle. It goes like this:
I bet you have a beautiful
singing voice too.
Thank you.
Be in the woodshed
in five minutes.
Now slap me across the
face as hard as you can.
Oh.
Major...
your conduct does not become
an officer of the Wehrmacht.
Herr Major, when you talk to me.
Major Bernd Himmler. Does the
name mean anything to you?
I advise you to mind your
own business in future.
Is that understood?
- Cognac.
- Make that two.
I don't suppose you found out
anything about General Carnaby.
I didn't get around
to that. Thank you.
What were you and that
Major talking about?
I told him I was
Himmler's brother.
Yeah, I could see why that
would shake him up a little.
More than a little,
I should think.
Keep an eye on things.
I'll be back.
Take your clothes off.
But I...
Don't argue. Take
your clothes off.
All right.
Now, relax. I didn't
mean it that way.
You are going up to
the castle tonight
as... Well, yes, as a domestic.
How? Naked?
Not a bad idea, but
it's a bit obvious.
There's an acute staff
shortage in Germany
and the Schloss Adler
is no exception.
You're the type
they're looking for:
young, intelligent,
good-looking...
and as we both know, not
entirely without humour.
You must be mad.
If I wasn't, what would
I be doing in this job?
Now listen very carefully.
You're supposed to arrive on a bus
from Steingaden in
about 20 minutes.
Your name is Maria Schenk.
You come from the Rhineland.
Here, give me that boot.
You've had TB and were
forced to give up your job.
You have a cousin called Heidi
who works in Zum Wilden Hirsch.
It's because of her
that you got the job.
- Where are my identity papers?
- In that case...
together with your travel permit.
Heidi will give you
the rest later.
It must have taken time
to prepare these things.
Very likely. Our
Forgery Department
did a special job on your papers.
But I thought General
Carnaby's plane
crashed only yesterday morning.
It was carefully arranged.
The plane was crash-landed in
Oberhausen m*llitary Airfield...
about five miles from here.
It was riddled with machine-g*n
holes, British machine-g*n holes.
But what the hell? A hole is a
hole is a hole, as they say.
Are you trying to
say that you'd risk
the life of an American General...
and all the plans for
the second front?
Of course not.
Give me the other boot.
I'm in a hurry to get
to the castle...
before they find out they
haven't got General Carnaby.
The chap they've got knows no
more about the second front...
than I know about the back end of
the moon. He's an
American Corporal.
His name is Cartwright Jones.
He's an ex-actor,
probably second-rate...
but he's the dead spitting
image of the General.
Did you talk this poor man into
getting involved with all this?
I didn't have to. He volunteered.
What actor wouldn't?
If he pulls this off, it'll be the
summit of his professional career.
Mind you, it might be
a short engagement.
Yes. A one-night stand.
Ah.
Well, here we are.
Mary, now Maria, this
is your cousin Heidi.
Leave this behind in
case you're searched.
Heidi will tell you
what to do from now on.
She's been one of our top agents
in Bavaria since 1941 and...
What a disguise.
So he left three
minutes after me...
in a hurry, you say,
so he wasn't after me.
Any of the others leave?
Not that I could see, but
this place is so crowded...
and there are several other exits.
Any one of them could
have slipped out.
You better start
playing it straight
or you can deal me
out of this mess.
Now, we both know that radio
operator wasn't
k*lled in any drop.
Now, with MacPherson dead,
there's only five of us left.
You either let me
know what's going
on or there's only gonna be four.
All right, Lieutenant.
This morning you asked me why you,
an American, was on this mission.
Well, the answer is
really very simple.
Maria.
Oh, my dear Maria,
you came after all.
My dear cousin
Heidi, how wonderful
to see you after all these years.
Gestapo. I am so happy to see you.
May I introduce you to a friend
of mine? Major Von Hapen.
My cousin Maria Schenk.
Your cousin told us to expect you,
Fräulein Schenk, but Heidi...
you did not tell me she
was as beautiful as this.
Thank you.
Perhaps when you're ready to take
the cable car to the castle...
I'll have the honour
to escort you.
Thank you.
And I am going with her.
Oh.
Both of you, huh? Well,
then I am very fortunate.
Fräulein, until a
little bit later.
This is a map of the castle.
And your instructions.
Do your homework well.
He doesn't seem to
be anywhere in here.
Wonder where the
devil he's got to. I
gave orders that
nobody should leave.
Shall I go outside
and take a look?
Attention. Nobody make a move.
Against the wall, please.
Against the wall.
Attention.
We are looking for four or five
Alpenkorps deserters
from Stuttgart.
To escape, they k*lled two
officers and a guardroom Sergeant.
They were last known to
be heading this way.
Clever. Very clever, indeed.
I want the senior
officers of Drafts
13, 14 and 15 to come
forward at once.
Check their papers.
Well, gentlemen, any suggestions?
Lieutenant?
Well, I think we'll
stand a lot better
chance outside than
we will in here.
Agreed.
Gentlemen, see you after the w*r.
These papers are from
the Fourth Panzer
Division stationed in Stuttgart.
When were they issued to him?
- Colonel.
- What is it, Major?
Myself and the others
are the ones you're
looking for. We've
come to surrender.
Lieutenant, take the three
men away for questioning.
The officers will come with me.
Excuse me.
- Yes?
- Major Von Hapen.
Yes, sir.
Fräulein.
It's just my shoelaces.
- Need to get rid of this thing.
- Yeah.
Over the cliff. Let's push.
Okay. Push.
Push.
And a little more.
Good evening, Lieutenant.
This is Miss Schenk.
Lieutenant Kernitser.
She is the Colonel's secretary in
charge of all the female staff.
Can I see your papers,
please? And yours, Fräulein.
Would you come with me, please?
Perhaps I'll see you
a little later.
Thank you.
Do you find anything
interesting, Major?
I hear there was some excitement
in the village tonight.
Oh, nothing very serious.
Just the arrest of five
army deserters, that's all.
Not quite. Those were the
orders that were put out.
But actually, they
were five British
agents dressed in German uniforms.
British agents? Why
wasn't I informed?
I'm informing you now, Major.
If you sent out the
orders, Colonel...
then you must have
known for some time...
who they were and that they
were in this district.
We called you in your
office and in your rooms.
You were not there.
Colonel, I don't have
to remind you, do I...
that I am in charge of all the
Gestapo activities in this area...
and if there are foreign agents,
then I am to be informed at once.
- You were not here, Major.
- Then you find me, Colonel.
My duty is to inform
you, but not to
search every gasthaus
to locate you.
I know your duties...
and your loyalties.
Let me remind you, Major, that
I'm a Colonel in the SS...
and not some Lieutenant you can
frighten with your threats.
Your m*llitary rank and position
are obvious to me, Colonel...
and so are your
attempts to discredit
me with my superiors in Berlin.
If there is any discredit,
you bring it upon yourself.
Good night.
- You better lock the door.
- Sure.
Here are all the
things you'll need.
a*t*matic, field glasses, ball
of string and lead weight.
- You put those things in there?
- A week ago.
You knew all about this even then?
Yeah. Good luck, cousin.
We may need these.
I guess it's occurred
to you, the Germans
probably know about all
this stuff by now.
It did cross my mind.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling
Danny Boy. Over.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling
Danny Boy. Over.
Broadsword, sir.
Danny Boy calling Broadsword.
Come in, Broadsword. Over.
MacPherson m*rder*d. Thomas,
Christiansen and
Berkeley captured.
I'm effecting entrance
within the hour.
Please have transport
standing by. Over.
Pull out now, Broadsword.
Save yourselves. Over.
You must be joking. Over and out.
That is an order,
Broadsword. Over.
Broadsword? Broadsword?
Broadsword?
Broadsword?
He's gone, sir.
Damn it.
It's all my fault.
It's all our fault, Colonel.
It was my idea.
Maybe I'm getting too old.
Maybe we're both too old.
Well, anyway, there can't
be any doubt any more.
The Germans have totally
penetrated MI6.
They know every move we make
almost before we make it.
Where the hell are they
getting it all from?
We hand-picked every
man for this mission.
- We have top security.
- Security?
That word has become
a bloody joke.
We've got company.
- Open the window.
- All right.
Put the bag in the bus and see
if you can start the engine.
- How's it going?
- Try to give it a start.
Right.
Yes. Captain Mueller,
with three prisoners.
All right.
Leave this one behind and tie
that one to the end of the rope.
Good God, that nearly k*lled me.
You shouldn't go on
these insane missions.
You're getting too old.
I thank you for those
few kind words.
The first time I've been hot since
I was in this bloody country.
- You got a plan of the castle?
- Yes.
Well, fetch it for me, would you?
Why don't you give him a hand?
What for? He's perfectly capable
of looking after himself.
If I could climb up on
my own, why can't he?
First left down the
stairs, third door.
Next right-hander takes
us into the east wing.
Down again. Second left.
Telephone exchange.
You wouldn't mind giving
me a hand, would you?
You seem to have a lot of women
stashed around this
country, Major.
I'm sorry. This is Mary.
She's one of our group.
- Lieutenant Schaffer.
- Hello.
Hello, Mary.
Thank you.
Take the rope and the
expl*sives to your room...
and bring them with
you when you come.
- How's it looking?
- It's quiet enough.
First thing we gotta do is
cr*pple that helicopter.
They might try to fly
Carnaby out in it.
I think we can handle that.
Hello?
- You the pilot?
- Yes, sir.
Kommandant wants you on the phone.
It's in the radio office on
the left, around the corner.
Do you have a
cigarette, Lieutenant?
Yes, sir. Of course.
- Rather cold, isn't it?
- Oh, yes, sir.
Well, that was quick.
Fear lent them wings,
as the saying goes.
What do we do now?
I think we'd better see how
Cartwright Jones is getting along.
You are making things very
difficult, Herr General.
Very, very difficult, indeed.
There aren't any
difficulties, Major.
General Rosemeyer
here hasn't forgotten
that Germany's a signatory...
to the Hague Convention.
I have not forgotten,
but my hands are tied.
I have my orders from Berlin.
You can tell Berlin all
they're entitled to know.
I'm General George Carnaby, United
States Army, RA 123-025-3964.
And one of the chief coordinators
of planning for the second front.
Which second front is that?
Well, General, I
have done all I can.
I have tried to hold
up the Gestapo.
I've persuaded the
High Command that
the mere fact of your capture...
will compel the Allies
to alter their plans...
but this, it seems, is not enough.
For the last time, may I request
you to give us the information?
General George Carnaby,
United States Army.
The matter is in
your hands, Kramer.
You know, General, we have
dr*gs that will make you talk.
We do not wish to use them, but...
Scopolamine. Heh, heh, heh.
Where's that gonna
get you, Colonel?
There are other dr*gs too.
The Lieutenant here
is a trained nurse.
Excuse me.
Yes?
And they are who we thought?
Very good.
Yes. Yes, you can
bring them up now.
Has there been any further
information about the other two?
Well, keep me advised.
Some very interesting
company coming up, General.
The dr*gs may not be necessary.
Don't you think it's
time we make a move?
Any minute now.
Just be patient.
A moment.
Fräulein.
Did I disturb you?
- No, I was just going out.
- Well, then I am just in time.
- You wanted to see me, Major?
- Naturally.
What about?
Well, nothing.
I just wanted to see you. Now,
that is not a crime, is it?
No.
It's very seldom we have
so pretty a girl here.
Perhaps I can show you a
little Bavarian hospitality.
Now, downstairs, we have
an armaments room...
which has been converted into
the most marvellous café.
But my duties, I have to see
the Colonel's secretary.
The Colonel's secretary
can wait a little while.
You and me, we have a
lot to talk about.
- Such as?
- Düsseldorf.
Düsseldorf?
I was a student there
for many years.
From 1929 to 1933.
To your health, gentlemen.
You are not drinking, General.
That's understandable...
when your rescuers turn out to be,
well, birds of a
different feather.
And the return trip, gentlemen.
How was that to be accomplished?
Through Switzerland.
Then it should be quite easy
for you to return to London.
A rubber dinghy across the
Rhine, and then a short walk.
You'll be in Whitehall...
reporting General Carnaby's
transfer to Berlin
before you know it.
Back to London? Are you mad? Not
with Smith and
Schaffer still alive.
What do you take us for?
You will also, of
course, be reporting
the unfortunate demise
of Major Smith.
- Is he dead?
- We are not quite sure.
It is being looked into right now.
It's getting late.
Please remember the
important issue.
Yes, sir.
I think the situation has
changed sufficiently...
for you to give us the information
we have been asking for.
Nothing's changed, Colonel.
Most unfortunate.
Just a waste of good scopolamine.
Don't move, any of you.
Lieutenant.
No, I'd advise you
not to, Colonel.
Well, gentlemen, I'm
glad to see you all
here, safe and sound,
enjoying a drink.
I'm sorry to interrupt you.
Lieutenant, drop that g*n.
- What?
- Drop that g*n and sit down.
What the hell are
you talking about?
Sit down.
- Major, if I live to be 100...
- Do nothing, Lieutenant.
In your own idiom,
you're a punk...
and a pretty second-rate
punk at that.
If I might have
some explanation...
In good time, Colonel.
All in good time.
I was about to say
scopolamine would
have little effect
on our friend...
except to prove he's not General
Carnaby, but a certain
Cartwright Jones...
an American actor impersonating
General Carnaby.
Who are you?
Just a passer-by,
as you might say.
In fact, I think the drug
would probably work better...
on our friends at the end of the
table. They're our real enemies.
Don't listen to him,
General. It's a bluff.
Keep quiet.
Allow me to introduce myself.
Major Johann Schmidt.
SS m*llitary Intelligence,
Stuttgart.
- Can you prove that?
- Certainly, Colonel.
Before I do, I wonder
if you'd be good
enough to call one of your guards.
I don't fancy talking
and keeping my
eye on these people
at the same time.
Strange.
I seem to remember...
that the cathedral was on the
other side of the square.
Well...
Of course, I might be mistaken.
It's been a long time.
Oh, no, Major. I could
have made a mistake.
I haven't been to
Düsseldorf for three years.
It's very easy to forget.
Yes. It's very easy.
Fräulein, you seem to be
a little bit distracted.
- Is anything wrong?
- No. No, it's nothing.
Just a slight headache. I've
had a long day travelling.
Oh, yes, of course.
And here I am...
I'm talking about silly
things like Düsseldorf.
- You will forgive me?
- Of course.
Thank you. I tell you what.
We will have one more
schnapps together
and then I'll see you
to your quarters.
- Thank you.
- Fräulein.
Well, now that we're
all comfortable,
the first order of business...
is to find out exactly
who everybody
is and what they're doing here.
Now, first the Lieutenant.
He's an assassin...
a member of the
American intelligence
organisation known as OSS.
His job was to sh**t you, Colonel
Kramer, and you,
General Rosemeyer.
Now, General Carnaby's
mission was twofold:
First, to allow himself
to be tortured...
into giving you the wrong
plans for the second front.
And secondly, to
afford the British...
a perfect excuse to send in a
team of experts to rescue him.
Which brings us to our
three friends here...
and the cleverest phase
of the British operation.
They are, of course,
members of MI6.
That's a lie.
Let him finish.
Their job was to penetrate
the German High Command...
instead of the real Thomas,
Berkeley and Christiansen...
who worked for us in London...
and were discovered and captured
by the British about a month ago.
That's another lie. You
can't prove any of this.
Can't I?
Any denials, Lieutenant?
Now, General Carnaby, perhaps
you'd be good enough...
to give us your real name,
rank and serial number.
Cartwright Jones,
Corporal, US Army...
RA 123-025-3964.
Thank you.
Having successfully
substituted these
three British agents
for our men...
what was the next phase
of the British plan?
To penetrate the
German High Command.
How? Simple.
Stage a fake air crash with a
fake American General on board...
send in special agents
to effect his release...
be sure that they fail
in their mission...
and these men would
be taken to Berlin...
where they would be right in
the heart of the Wehrmacht.
And you, Major Schmidt, what were
your orders on this mission?
To lead them in and make my own
way out through Switzerland.
- But It's incredible.
- Yes.
But to the British,
very, very simple.
You were going to give us
some proof of who you are.
Certainly, General.
The proof is in
three parts. First,
if I'm not who I say I am...
what am I doing here? What
can I possibly hope to gain?
The rescue of an impostor, the
exposure of three spies. Who to?
To the very people they're
supposed to be working for.
I have nothing to gain.
Also, if these people are
what they say they are...
they would know the name of
our top agent in Whitehall.
- Yes.
- So why don't we ask them?
They should know the man who
sent them on this mission.
We all work through contacts.
It wasn't necessary or
safe for us to know...
where our orders were coming from.
Then I should be in
the same boat as
you, but I know his
name and you don't.
Secondly, Colonel, you have...
one of the most powerful radio
transmitters in Europe.
Put a radio telephone
call through...
to Field Marshal Kesselring's
headquarters in Italy...
and ask for his Chief of
Intelligence, a Major
Wilhelm Wilner.
Major. Major.
Major.
There's Colonel Kramer
on the telephone
from the Schloss Adler in Bavaria.
He says it's very urgent.
Major Wilner speaking.
Yes, Colonel.
- Can you describe him?
- That will not be necessary.
Ask him to show you
his right forearm.
- May I see your right forearm?
- Certainly.
There are two parallel
scars, about three
centimetres apart.
The scars are there.
Ask how did he get them.
- How did you get those?
- I was born with them.
He says he was born with them.
That is right. Then tell
him he's a traitor.
Tell him he's a renegade.
That is Schmidt. No
question about it.
- Thank you, Major.
- Thank you, Colonel.
Good night.
Give me the water.
As you know, the real Thomas,
Christiansen and Berkeley...
while working for British
counter-espionage...
were responsible for setting up an
excellent chain of agents
throughout Britain.
Now, if these men are
who they claim to be...
it would be reasonable...
to expect them to be able to write
down a list of those agents.
You could then compare their
lists with the genuine one...
which I have in this book.
There's something
very wrong, Colonel.
I don't doubt who Schmidt is, but
there has been some mistake.
Yes, and you're the
ones who have made it.
Fräulein, would you
be good enough to
get some pencils and
some notebooks...
and we'll soon find out
who's speaking the truth.
Good night, Maria. You are
a most charming girl.
Good night and thank you.
We must get to know each
other a little better.
- Yes.
- Good night.
Good night.
Any one of these will do.
Now compare it with my original.
Guard.
Stay as you were, gentlemen.
Just relax.
Second-rate punk, huh?
All I could think of on
the spur of the moment.
Thanks. That even makes it worse.
Sorry.
Well, between them, they
shouldn't have missed anything.
This is all you want. Those books?
Lots of nice names and addresses.
And these men? Then they
are who they claim to be?
I'm afraid so. They've been
under suspicion for some time.
Classified information
was going out
and useless information
was coming in.
It took several weeks
to pin it on the
departments controlled
by those men.
But we knew we couldn't prove
it. Even if we could...
what we really wanted was the
names of their contacts.
These names and addresses.
So we thought this plan up.
And Wilner, Kesselring's
Chief of Intelligence?
He truly believes me to be one
of his top agents in Italy.
I've been feeding him
useless, false and
out-of-date information
for a couple years.
- All right, gentlemen...
- Stay where you are.
I'd advise everyone to
keep perfectly still.
Drop your g*n, Major.
You too, Lieutenant.
By the fireplace.
Thank God you're here.
We were just about...
Sit down, Colonel.
Everybody remain as he is...
until I find out what
exactly is going on here.
What do you mean? Surely,
you can see what's...
Sit down, Colonel.
It's perfectly simple. The
Lieutenant and myself...
have uncovered a plot to
assassinate the Führer.
- This is preposterous.
- General.
Sit down.
These people were
all involved in a
conspiracy to overthrow
the Third Reich.
In my pocket here, I have the
names of all the conspirators.
Just before you interrupted us, we
put this entire
party under arrest.
The list in his
pocket are the names
of German agents
working in Britain.
I don't expect you to
believe me, Major.
But you'll certainly
believe these names
if you'll permit me
to show them to you.
Let me see them.
Careful, Major.
Go very slowly.
Bring them here.
Bring them here.
Smith.
All of you, get up.
Stand over there.
Put your hands up.
Put your hands up.
Jones, see if you can find
something to tie them up with.
Mary, bring that bag over here.
- What do we do with these three?
- We take them with us.
You were late.
- One day I won't come at all.
- Keep your eye on those three.
Lieutenant, in the
next 15 minutes...
we have to create enough
confusion to get
out of here alive.
Major, right now you got me about
as confused as I ever hope to be.
The armoury's here. If we blow
it up, the castle will think...
it's being att*cked by a division.
On the other side of the castle
over here is the radio room.
I'll take the others and meet
you there. You take the map.
Mary, we're going.
Let me make myself
perfectly understood.
If any of you utters a word, I'll
k*ll you all. You understand?
Jones, get the Major's
g*n. Now move.
Yes, sir.
Move.
Go.
This way.
Jones.
Wait. Go back. Jones, go on.
Mary, get in. Get in there.
At ease.
Hello.
Get them in.
All right, inside, quickly.
You may need this.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
- We got company.
- Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Get the rest of the men out of
here and report to the Kommandant.
Danny Boy calling
Broadsword. Over.
Everything ready. We need
transport. Understood?
- Over.
- Understood.
Do you have it? Over.
We have it. We have it all. Over.
All sins forgiven.
Damn it.
Get Thomas out of there. Quickly.
Now.
Get out. Climb out.
Get on with it.
Grenades.
Corporal.
Outside. Out. Out.
All right.
Lieutenant, get the rope.
Back. Get back.
All right, to the right.
Quick. Move it.
Damn. Blast it.
Get moving.
All right. Get those men untied.
Better put those coats
on if you don't
want to freeze to
death. Quickly, now.
Christiansen.
Jones, get them out. Mary.
Watch them. Right.
The doors to the
corridor are locked.
See what winch controls they have.
There's a stop and start button.
See if you can make
the motor work.
- Not bad, huh?
- Yes, good.
Now bring it down
here and we'll get on
top, and you can
take us back inside.
- Mary, bring them out here.
- Go on.
Get a hold of the
rope and climb down.
Climb down.
Look out.
Schaffer?
Schaffer? Schaffer?
We've got him, Smith.
Now, listen, Smith.
I'll make a deal with you.
You let us go down in the car
and we won't k*ll Schaffer.
Smith.
You bring him out so I can
see he's still alive.
I'm bringing him out now.
Get in the car.
Give me that.
Damn it.
Up there. Get him.
Help me. No.
No. No.
Help me.
Please.
No.
No.
Lieutenant.
- Where's the Major?
- He's on the cable car.
Jones, the bag.
Let's go.
Set the bombs to go off in
three and a half minutes.
- Almost ready?
- Almost.
Jones. Mary.
All set.
Go.
Twenty-five minutes.
Can we make it?
We can make it.
- Point is, will they?
- God knows.
Everybody on the floor.
Emergency. Get me the Oberhausen
Airfield immediately.
- We've got company.
- Yeah, I saw them in the mirror.
How long before we
reach the poles?
Just around the next turn.
Oberhausen Airfield?
Give me the Kommandant's office.
Get ready.
Set the rest of them
and get out of here.
Oberhausen control tower.
Oberhausen control tower.
Oberhausen control. Over.
I'm in serious trouble. Request
urgent permission to land. Over.
Identify. Over.
Lieutenant Ulrich.
Third Jaeger Junker squadron on
night navigational exercise.
One engine out. Losing
altitude. Over.
You are cleared for
immediate landing. Over.
Coming in. Over.
Fighter Wing 126, Oberhausen
Airfield calling. Over.
Fighter Wing 126, Ober...
Get the control tower.
Come in...
Get down.
- Berkeley wrote these names?
- Yes, sir.
Ted Berkeley. I can't believe it.
And Thomas. And Christiansen.
All three of them?
- My God, it's incredible.
- Yes, quite.
But not as incredible
as the one name
that's missing from
that list, Colonel.
What name is that, Major?
I have it in this notebook
here in my pocket.
Earlier tonight, I showed
it to Colonel Kramer.
He agreed with me that this was
the top German agent in Britain.
It's your name, Colonel.
Don't look so shocked.
Surely, you suspected it.
Otherwise, why were
you here to meet us?
In case you were found out?
Go on.
You see, you underestimated
Admiral Rolland.
He'd suspected you and the
others for some time.
He brought me and
Mary back from Italy
because we were the only two...
in his department that he could
trust, yourself included.
He asked you to choose a
leader for this expedition.
You chose me because you knew
from German intelligence...
that I was a double agent.
Admiral Rolland knew I was not.
But for you, I was
the perfect choice.
- Now you're guessing, Smith.
- No guesswork, Colonel.
Your pointing that g*n at
me is sufficient evidence.
You are pointing it
at me, aren't you?
Go on.
Mary was brought on
the mission without
your knowledge because
I needed her...
to get me into the castle. The
Lieutenant, being an American...
had no possible
connection with MI6...
and was the only member of
the group I could trust.
I wasn't even sure of
Harrod and MacPherson...
until they were
k*lled by the others.
Fascinating. Very fascinating.
Perhaps even true.
- Assuming for a moment...
- You're finished, Colonel.
You're overlooking
something, aren't you?
Not at all.
Admiral Rolland took you to
the plane himself, didn't he?
He also made certain that you
had that g*n, didn't he?
We took the precaution
of removing the
f*ring pin before the
mission started.
Put it down, Colonel.
Not so hasty, Lieutenant. We
mustn't cheat the hangman.
What now, Major?
You'll be tried for treason.
A public trial would
be embarrassing.
Painful, not only for myself...
but also for British Intelligence
and Admiral Rolland.
Perhaps, but not
as painful as that
long drop to the end of the rope.
Well...
I seem to have no cards
left to play, do I?
No, Colonel, you don't.
- Do I have an alternative?
- If you want it.
Thank you.
I'll have those books.
Well, is that it, Major?
Yes, that's it, Lieutenant.
Do me a favour, will you?
Next time you have
one of these things,
keep it an all-British operation.
I'll try, Lieutenant.
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