All language subtitles for The Rat Patrol S01E11

I don't see Craig.

I don't see him here at all.

Could be in a tent.
Could be eating,

could be sleeping, could be
anything in a place like this.

Could be... Could be we
have a problem. I'll buy that.

Hi, gents. I'm Marston, Joe Marston.
I'm chairman of the welcoming committee.

Not much of a place to
welcome anybody to, but

while you're here you
might as well enjoy it.

Sergeant Moffitt.
Private Pettigrew. Hi.

Hi. Say, if I had my cab, I
could give you the cook's tour.

Thanks very much. I think
we've seen it all in one look.

That's very good,
Sarge. While you're here,

you might as well write a postcard, 'cause
you won't have time to write a letter.

- Oh?
- Yeah, this crummy spot,
it's like a one-night stand.

Here two or three days
and off to the big time.

- Doesn't give you much time
to make new friends.
- No, no.

Hey, Sarge. Hmm?

Looks like you took a slug, huh?

- Something like that.
- I'd better get you to the doc.

I'd appreciate it. While you're
there, I'll get us some grub.

Ask for Cookie. It's potluck...
you know, whatever's left in the pot.

Why spoil life's
little surprises?

It's right over here. How many
prisoners do you have here?

Just look around,
count 'em. That's it.

Have you a prisoner by the
name of Craig? Had, Sarge.

What happened? Has he
moved out? You might say that.

Where is he, Joseph? Why don't
you ask the doc? Ask him. He'll tell ya.

Come on. Right over here.

Is the doctor American? Yeah.

Danke, Herr Doktor.

Oh, we treat all kinds in here.
Hippocrates has no enemies.

Doc, this is Sergeant Moffitt. This is
Doc Phillips. He's gotta be patched up.

One good thing about this place:
They don't keep you here too long.

Like Craig? Here. Sit down.

It doesn't look too bad. Bullet just
nicked you. You'll heal in a few days.

Marston said you would tell
me what happened to Craig.

- Oh. You know him?
- Countryman of mine.

All right, Doctor.
Where can I find Craig?

Well, you go about 20 feet
out of this tent, 50 feet to the left,

and then six feet straight down.

When they brought him in, he was seriously
wounded. He died three days later.

Sarge, you've had a bug on
this guy ever since you got here.

Is he something special...
Hot or something like that?

All right. I don't suppose
I have much choice.

I have to tell you... trust you.

If I'm wrong, somebody
around here could get killed.

We could all get killed.

- It's that big, huh?
- Bigger.

Craig was working undercover
behind German lines.

He got hold of top secret orders for a
surprise aggressive assault by Rommel.

Things started to get too hot for him, so
he headed back for Allied headquarters.

We got word he was
captured and brought here.

Obviously the Germans
didn't know who he was.

Our orders were to get in
here, find him and take him out.

Well, he died hard, if
that's any consolation.

None. He carried all the
information in his head.

You know, it was very confusing
around here the day he died. Mm.

Three top gestapo men came
down here to view the body,

and when they did, they
glommed onto it like a lost relative.

And then they blew
their top at the camp

commandant for not
telling them Craig was here.

Who had access to Craig while he was
alive, could've talked to him privately?

Well, all of us, I guess. He
died right in that bunk over there.

Champagne's bad and the beer's
hot, so we'll have to settle for this.

Dr. Phillips, Private Pettigrew.

Food's much more
important, Private.

Craig is dead, Tully.

It's possible he might have
talked to someone before he died.

We have to find that out.

What are the chances of getting
the prisoners together for a meeting?

In a tent it'd be too risky. Guards
always sticking their nose in, you know?

Hey, wait a minute. We do
calisthenics out in the compound.

You can buzz around the guys
then. Guards don't even breathe on ya.

Time for a little
exercise, Tully.

I had a feeling we wouldn't
eat this stuff anyway.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three,
four. Hut, two, three...

Halt!

All right, you soft-bellied
fugitives from justice,

from now on it's gonna be
hubba-hubba and double time all the way.

Our next exercise: hands
on back of head. Place!

Turn to the left at the count
of four. Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four. If someone
among you did get the word from Craig,

just remember there may be
an enemy plant in this camp.

Stomach in. Chest out.

Hut, hut, hut,
halt! Next exercise:

running in place.

Hut, two, three, four!
Hut, two, three, four!

Hut, two, three, four!
Hut, two, three, four!

So be careful.

Hut, two, three, four! Don't
talk. Not in front of anyone.

Hut, two, three, four!
Hut, two, three, four!

Don't anyone reveal himself now.

Elbows in. Eyes forward.

Get to me or Pettigrew
privately before noon tomorrow.

To prove our identity, the code word
we would give Craig is bird-watcher.

From you, we want to hear the code
name of the enemy attack Craig uncovered.

Hut, two, three, four!
Hut, two, three, four!

Company halt! On your backs!

Now a little bicycle.
Feet up! Hands on hips!

Bicycle! Hut, two, three, four! Hut,
two, three, four! Hut, two, three, four!

Any word yet? Total blackout.

If anyone does know anything,
maybe they're scared off.

Tell you the truth, I'm
a little scared myself.

Who isn't? This whole war's a
nervous way to make a living.

Well, you can take that
bandage off in the morning...

You know, let
the air hit that arm.

Thanks. Good night.

And good luck.

Nothing. Not a peep.

You'd think I had the
plague or something.

No one even looks at
me, much less talks code.

He must've talked to somebody.

Well, we're running out of time.
When Troy and Hitch come barreling in,

we've gotta go out.

Oh, my achin' back, Doc.

You know, I'm gettin' too
old for them calisthenics.

Better I should be back home,
hackin' my cab. You know what I mean?

Danke.

Doc, can I have some
alc... Uh, rubbin' alcohol?

For your back, huh? Yeah.

And don't drink it. I wish you
hadn't have said that, Doc.

What do you hear from
the sarge? Not a word.

You know, that Craig... You know, I never
figured him as one of them characters.

Hmm, it's funny.

He was such a mousy guy.

Mm-hmm. Well, you can
never tell about a mouse, Joe.

Yeah. That's right, Doc.
You never can, can ya?

You know, how can we
be so sure about this place?

They've got plants and
P.O.W. camps all along the front.

If one of these boys is gestapo, we
could have the whistle blown anytime.

Looks like I have to see my
doctor. Give me five minutes.

You've got them.

What's the good word, Sarge?

I wish I could say, Joseph.

You want me to mosey about
and build a fire under those guys?

No, thanks. We'd
better leave well alone.

Whoever it is, we'd
better let him do it his way.

- How's the arm?
- I started to take off
the dressing this morning...

and then decided
I'd leave it to you.

Oh, sure. I'd be glad to. Doc, do you
think I could take one little sip, huh?

Sure. You wanna turn your stomach
into a flamethrower, you go ahead.

See you around, Sarge.

How much did Craig tell you?
Everything. All memorized.

How do we get out of here? It's all been
arranged. We have exactly four minutes.

Exactly two minutes,
Doctor. Don't worry.

Sarge?

- You don't have
to protect the doc.
- What do you mean?

He ain't the guy
you're lookin' for.

It's me.

Operation Nachtigall.

- Where'd you hear that?
- Come off it, Doc.

I brought him his meals.
He told me everything.

- There's your German plant.
- Joe, what are you
talkin' about?

No time for that. You both go.

All right. We all
get out and push.

Tully, go on up on top.
See how far behind they are.

What gives? You were only
supposed to come out with one.

Which one's Craig?
Neither. Craig died.

Both claim he gave them the
information. One of them is lying.

Don't look at me,
Sarge. Pump him, huh?

Oh, no. No, no. You go ahead.

You've been doing all the talking. Well,
keep talking. Only let's hear some facts.

Look, I was in
his tent every day.

I saw him die slow, like a guy with loaded
dice comin' up with snake eyes every time.

I say that you wanted to keep him
alive long enough to find out something...

other than Operation Nachtigall,

but he died on you
anyway, didn't he?

Knock it off! Knock it off!

We got one fight on our
hands, and that's to stay alive!

After that, you both
can talk your heads off.

They're takin' a look, Sarge,
but they're not movin' at all.

Sarge?

Look at that.

It had to be done while we were
driving. It has to be one of them.

Search him.

What kind of proof do you guys
need that I am who I say I am?

A letter from the
commander-in-chief? It would help.

Get him.

- Sarge, I can explain that.
- I said you'd get a chance
to talk later.

Now, let's get this
jeep over the hill.

All right! Shake it!

Rock it!

Doc, what are you
doin', pushin' or pullin'?

Hold it!

If either of you pull that
stunt again, I'll shoot.

Now, hit that jeep.

Hit it!

It's no use, Troy. We're
not going to move it.

They'll be on us, and that'll
be the end. It's our lives.

I say we surrender.

- Do you know
what you just said?
- Yes.

Here.

Make a white flag out of that.

Do you wanna go back to that
prison camp? Do you want to die?

Do you know what you're
asking me to let that order stand?

- Well, you had me there
for a minute.
- Good.

I'm glad I didn't
try and stop you.

Thanks. So am I.

- That was quite a gamble.
- I was certain that the one
with the vital secret...

wouldn't be too anxious to fall
into the hands of the Germans...

and would make the
desperate run that he did.

Well, I think we'd better
start running now too.

What about him, Sarge?

His friends'll find him.

- You had me worried
for a moment or two, Joseph.
- You had me worried too.

When you said you
were gonna surrender, I

thought you were on
the side of the Jerries.

You gave us a few
nightmares yourself, buddy.

Listen, if you cowboys ever wanna
be hacked around town, you call on me.

Traffic don't bother
me one bit. Thanks.

You bet.

Good-bye, Joe. Yeah, Sarge.

I'll drive.

Nobody drives Joe
Marston except Joe Marston.

Well, uh, auf Wiedersehen.