Force 10 from Navarone

Deep in the heart of the Aegean Sea lies the island of Navarone.

In 1943, it stood poised like a knife in the Allied side.

Secretly designed giant radar-controlled guns...

...anchored in the bowels of the ancient rock...

...gave the German High Command total strategic control.

Frequent Allied air and sea attacks resulted in total failure.

In desperation, the Allies turned to a small band of commandos...

...led by Major Mallory and demolitions expert Corporal Miller .

They succeeded in penetrating the very heart of the gun complex...

...planted high explosives at the base of the giant shell hoists...

...and then escaped to await rescue by ships of the British navy.

- Reduce speed, number one. - Aye, aye, sir. Down 50 revs.

Fire.

Fire.

Mallory, Miller, good to have you aboard.

We thought for a moment we'd left you on Navarone.

Move! Move!

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Move it, move it, move it!

Regulations state, sir, that in the absence of bacon, ham, et cetera...

...the acting catering officer, that's you, sir...

...shall authorize once per week, the issue of offal.

- Offal? - Offal, sir...

-...is kidneys, liver, tongue, brains... - Well, I'll be damned.

- Milly, how nice to see you. - Hello, sir.

- Whatever are you doing here? - I've no idea.

I'm reporting to Commander Jensen.

I gather you've been hurling yourself over the White Cliffs. How's the leg?

It's in the same place. I thought they pensioned you off for good.

You still peddling those whizbangs of yours?

Yes, we've got things that go boom for all occasions.

I'm working with a new detonator. It's interesting--

Excuse me, sir. We can't keep Commander Jensen waiting.

- We'll have a quiet pint later on. - He'd like to see you too, sir, together.

Corporal, put that in my office, will you?

Mallory.

Take a pew. How's the leg?

- And Miller, isn't it? - Yes, sir.

Hear you've been attached to Winston's toy shop.

"Department of Dirty Tricks," as the Whitehall chaps call it.

Well, they speak very well of you.

We need you chaps for something rather special.

I'm afraid it's not exactly a masterpiece...

...but I wonder if you can identify this fellow.

Think back to Navarone.

I'd rather not, sir.

Nicolai?

Yes. Let you down a bit, didn't he?

But what about him?

Andreas' people had him shot as a traitor, didn't they?

Yes, so we were told.

In fact, he escaped.

He wasn't a traitor. He was a German agent...

...who we believe is operating now in Yugoslavia with the Partisans...

...posing as one Captain Lescovar.

Now, you both knew Nicolai.

In fact, you're the only people we know of can make a positive identification.

So I'd like you to go out there and cope.

Cope, sir?

Kill him.

Discreetly, if possible.

But I'm a civilian now, sir.

Yes, we thought about that.

So you've been recalled to the current and promoted.

Staff sergeant.

Awfully generous, sir.

Exactly how do we get there?

We're tacking you onto Force 10.

The code name for an operation for the Allied mission in Yugoslavia.

Excuse me, sir. What's their objective?

It's being treated on a need-to-know basis.

And you don't need to know.

Barnsby, come in.

- Sir? - Colonel.

Force 10 flies out tonight.

Oh, that's all right. Taking these boys with you.

I beg your pardon, sir?

It's a matter of transportation. You've got passengers.

Just a sideshow. This is Major Mallory, Sergeant Miller.

Lieutenant Colonel Barnsby.

Sir, my mission is all set. It's been planned down to the last detail.

The last thing we need are a couple of passengers.

Major Mallory does have a certain amount of experience.

I wouldn't doubt it.

We're talking about some hard traveling, sir.

We've gotta move fast. My men are young, in top physical shape.

- They're specially trained for this mission. - I'm aware of that.

Sir, I am concerned about the safety of my command.

Now, these chaps have got a job to do as well.

And it's up to you to deliver them safely to the Partisans.

And you leave for Italy at 2300 hours...

...and you take off for Yugoslavia the following night.

Very well, sir.

Thank you. That's all, gentlemen.

Well, we'll do our best not to make a nuisance of ourselves, colonel.

Sure, you will.

Patch me on to the prime minister's office, please.

Prime Minister?

Force 10 has been activated, sir.

All right, enough!

- Thought we were going to an airfield. - From what I've observed of Barnsby...

...we might be going to Yugoslavia by walking on water.

All right, it's right along here. Slow down, Nolan.

Stop it.

Nolan, kill the lights. All right, out.

Oberstein, Reynolds, the fence.

Williams, Farrell, get this crap up to the fence. Come on, move it.

Gonna miss your plane unless you join us now, major.

Pleasant way with words, hasn't he?

Remarkable way of getting on an aircraft, don't you think so?

Oh, well, nothing's ever easy, is it?

It's not easy if you insist on climbing through fences in the dark...

...when there's a perfectly good gate half a mile up the road.

Anything we can do to help?

Yeah, you can keep quiet and out of the way, major.

What's with the fence, Oberstein? Come on, move.

I don't have a lot of time for explanations.

One thing that you don't know...

...is the last three Allied missions into Yugoslavia...

...were blown right here in Italy.

So this time when we fly out, we're not advertising the fact to anybody.

Come on, you guys, shag your butts. Hustle, hustle.

Holy Christ, will you look at those guys? They're stealing half the field.

All right, hold it.

Wait for me.

Okay, men, let's go.

Blake, take care of Rastus there.

All right, fellas, freeze.

And you, back, back. Back off.

Bill, Eddie, get those other guys out of there.

Stay put, you two.

Okay, smart-ass.

- What's your name, kid? - Walter.

Walter.

What's yours?

Well, it sure in the hell ain't Rastus.

Walter.

Come on, come on.

Come on, you got a stick, you got a stick. Use it, use it, right now!

Good evening.

Major, move!

Let's get the hell out of here.

- You two guys officers? - More or less, yes.

We're very much obliged to you, sergeant.

- Weaver. - Oh, Sergeant Weaver. Thank you.

U .S. Army Medical Corps.

But, sir!

Still some outside, Reynolds.

Come on, shag it, get the lead out. Come on, damn it.

Hey, sir!

Where's Nolan?

I think you can take it he won't be joining us.

Okay, let's go.

What the hell?

You son of a bitch! I saved your asses back there...

...and you run out on me.

Hey, who is this guy? Get out of here.

Don't push! Don't push me!

- Look, you-- - I think it's a bit late for that now.

Look, you just shouldn't have left me there. I saved you bums.

Well, we didn't think you'd like where we're going.

You let me worry about that, huh?

That guy's gonna melt into the landscape.

Well, you are one man short.

Well, Nolan can handle a chute, at least.

- Can you handle a chute? - I can learn on the job.

That's right, you learn on the way down.

So sorry.

I was rather hoping we'd lost that.

You never know. It might come in useful.

Hey, hey, what do you got in there?

My pajamas.

Looks like high-explosive pajamas to me.

Not to worry, old boy.

Been handling this since I blew up the nursery with my first chemistry set.

Poor old nanny.

Yugoslavia, dead ahead.

We got company.

Cut two!

Reynolds, bail out!

Jump!

Go!

Come on, move it!

Come on, get out!

Come on, move!

Come on!

Forward.

Forward.

Mallory.

Okay.

- Seen any of the others? - Not yet. Get down.

Place is crawling with Krauts. They're coming out of the woodwork.

Yes, aren't they?

Come on.

- Okay, Reynolds? - Yeah.

- Where's your Sergeant Miller? - Hanging about, I should think.

How the hell did he get here?

He shoved his way in.

You let him on the plane?