The Last Drop

~dramatic military music~

THE LAST DROP

~foreign language~

~Morse code tapping~

~ Benitta ~ Source Magdalen to Matchbox. Stop.

Germans looting.

Activity increased. Stop.

~Military ~ By the authority of the Fuhrer, I hereby claim all properties-

~ Benitta ~ Have infiltrated S. S. as instructed.

Now based at target.

London, please advise.

~foreign language~

~squirting~

~ Benitta ~ J ust fixing their lunch?

~ spits ~

~ Saskia ~ Ready!

~male voice in foreign language~

Mmm.

~war siren~

~distant bell ringing and plane humming~

~knocking at door~

~Warren ~ Come through, Captain Banks.

Very impressive record.

Italy, Belgium, North Africa, Dunkirk.

Nobody's gonna win this war hiding in a foxhole.

And tomorrow, you and your men are off to Holland.

Operation "Market Garden" as part of the First Airborne Brigade.

I'm not at liberty to discuss this.

As of this moment, Oaptain, the parameters of the mission

for you and your men have changed.

~shuffling~

Operation Matchbox.

You will be leading the last drop.

~dramatic music in crescendo~

~music~

~ Banks ~ This rickety bugger's about to take us

into the unknown, gentlemen.

For those of you who don't know me

there's only one rule in my command.

Every man is a soldier, and I expect every soldier

to do his duty without exception.

We have a job to do, boys,

so let's get it done.

Good luck and God bless.

I'll buy you all a beer when we get home.

~McMillan ~ Thank you, sir.

~ Oates ~ Maintain course on 139, can you confirm?

~ Pilot over radio ~ Roger, Matchbox.

Keep a steady course. Bit of a crosswind due east.

Other than that, blue skies all the way.

~music~

Fresh coordinates, Lieutenant.

~ Pilot over radio ~ Roger, Matchbox,

Breaking away from the pack on new heading.

Due south, southeast on 279, over.

L- zee's here?

~ Banks ~ And rendezvous here.

~explosions~

Ohaps.

I'd say we just about lost the element of surprise.

Get this glider down, gentlemen, we're counting on you.

~ Banks ~ It's going to start getting a bit choppy, lads.

Oan I go home, sir? I've changed me mind. I left the gas on!

~ Banks ~ Put a bag on it, Ives. Your life's one big holiday.

~shout over radio~

~ Pilot over radio ~ We've been hit I

Losing altitude. Lost power on two.

Matchbox, you're too hot to handle, releasel

Repeat, releasel

~ Oates ~ Matchbox to Dakota, we are go for disengage.

~ Radio ~ Fire in the hold I We're going down I

Thanks for the lift, good luck.

Disengage, Simkins.

~strains~

Come on I

It won't shift I

~whipping~

Brace yourself, Oaptain.

Get us on the ground, fly boy!

Yeah, I'm trying to keep my breakfast down.

~McMillan ~ Right ladies, this is it I

~shouting~

Brace!

Good luck, lads.

~ Soldier~ Hold on! Hold on!

~shooting~

No!

Get me hand!

~screaming~

Hold on, sir!

Gonna try a landing!

We're gonna land!

~ shouts in pain ~ Oh, my eyes! I can't see!

~screaming~

~shouting~

~silence~

~male and female sighs of pleasure~

~ Gustav ~ And now I would like to explore

this particular avenue of pleasure.

~loud clack and surprised gasps~

~ Gustav ~ How dare you I Gustav Handsfeldt, S. S.

Don't you know who I am?

~Max ~ Olear.

Voller.

You are-

so alive!

And-and looking so-well!

I'll-

leave-you-gentlemen

to your reunion.

U hm, Gustav-

I will see you next Thursday. I hope.

Yes. Bye.

~gasps~

What's it like? Screwing a rat?

~Voller~ Tell us where it is hidden.

It's all gone! The S. S. took everything!

I swear it I

He's lying.

But this-

this is crazy! ~laughs ~

We are old friends. We still are!

You know it was not me who sent you to the Russian front, huh?

Shoot him.

No, all right then! Everything is there!

It's all hidden away. Somewhere near Arnhem.

But you need me, you need me, Vollerl

You know that! You cannot kill me!

Good point.

~gunshot and shouts~

~gasping~

Now, I have all the necessary papers.

You can't - you can't get through without me.

Take him!

Good.

~Voller~ I told you he would crumble.

Yoo hoo, when you finish congratulating yourselves-

~Voller~ Bravo, bravo.

Thank you.

Have you ever thought of taking it up professionally?

The acting, I mean.

Yes, as it happens, I have.

A thousand Reich Marks per performance, remember?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, darling.

He might still doublecross us.

Of course he will.

But he will be dead by then.

I don't like him.

~ Katrina ~ I'll wait for you.

Nothing personal, Gustav. J ust business.

Tch.

Take care.

~ Simkins ~ It's my eye.

~ Banks ~ How are you boys in the cockpit?

~ Oates ~ Oopilot needs attention.

~McMillan ~ Oheck the perimeter. Oome on, everybody out.

Baker, how many you got?

Two, Sarge.

It's a bloody mess.

~McMillan ~ It's a bloody mess!

Try and hold still now, sir.

~ Banks ~ Simkins! Simkins!

Get on to H Q, tell them we've missed the landing zone.

Sir.

Rally your troops, Sergeant.

Sir.

Did you manage to get a fix on our position, Lt?

Somewhere in Europe, eh.

We could be one, we could be twenty miles from the drop point.

No, he's dead, Wellings. J ust give me his tags.

Good lad.

~McMillan ~ Okay, rations, canteens. How are you doing, son?

Right boys, take your weapons take your kits.

We are after all, reputedly, the British army.

~ Banks ~ Seems to me if we missed the landing zone,

we probably dropped over Jerry's head

and right into his back garden.

Oh, that's bloody marvelous!

Have you ever seen any combat, Lt?

Baptism by fire.

Sir! Sir! I've got a signal-

~shooting~

~ Banks ~ Everybody down!

~shouting~

~ Banks ~ Everybody down! Return fire!

~McMillan ~ Wellings, hit the deck, you plank!

~much shouting and shooting~

~ Soldier~ Need more ammol

~shouting~

~McMillan ~ Right, on my mark, go!

~ Soldier~ Ammunition!

~ Banks ~ Baker, with me!

Oovering fire, Sergeant! Stay with the men!

Wellings, attend to the wounded!

Hey, where's the corp gone?

He's done a bunk!

~two gunshots~

~foreign language~

~ Banks ~ Took three of the buggers out.