All language subtitles for The.Guns.of.Navarone.1961.1080p.BluRay.HEVC.EAC3-SARTRE_eng

Greece and the islands of the Aegean Sea

have given birth to many myths
and legends of war and adventure.

And these once-proud stones,
these ruined and shattered temples,

bear witness to the civilization
that flourished and then died here.

And of the demigods and heroes
who inspired those legends

on this sea and these islands.

But though the stage is the same,
ours is a legend of our own times,

and its heroes are not demigods, but ordinary people.

In 1943, so the story goes,

2000 British soldiers lay
marooned on the island of Kheros,

exhausted and helpless.

They had exactly one week to live.

For in Berlin, the Axis had determined
on a show of strength in the Aegean Sea

to bully neutral Turkey into
coming into the war on their side.

The scene of that demonstration was to be Kheros,

itself of no military value, but only
a few miles off the coast of Turkey.

The cream of the German
war machine, rested and ready,

was to spearhead the attack.

The men on Kheros were doomed

unless they could be evacuated before the blitz.

But the only passage to and from Kheros

was guarded and blocked by two great

newly designed, radar-controlled guns

on the nearby island of Navarone.

Guns too powerful and accurate

for any Allied ship then in the Aegean to challenge.

Allied Intelligence learned of the projected blitz

only one week before the appointed date.

What took place in the next six days
became the legend of Navarone.

Yes?

I'm sorry, I'm looking for Commodore Jensen.

I'm Jensen.

Come in, Mallory.

You're late.

Well, I'm sorry. Our plane was
attacked an hour out of Crete

and we got into Alex on one engine, sir.

The Germans have raised the price on you and Andrea
Stavros to 10,000 pounds apiece. Are you flattered?

No, sir. How did you know that?

I should do. I'm your boss.

You've been working for me the past 18 months.

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance at long last.

Did they tell you you were going on leave?

Yes, sir. They did.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that's not true.

Not yet, at any rate.

Well, here's your old chum.
You better come and say hello to him.

Hello, Keith. You haven't changed since Athens.

Hello, Roy.

Come along, gentlemen, will you?

Barnsby,

these gentlemen have a special interest in Navarone.

We picked you up on radio, of course, but perhaps
you could be a little more specific now.

I'll be specific.

As you can plainly see, it was bloody awful!

Squadron Leader Barnsby's Australian.

But we'd love to go back, wouldn't we, boys?

Sure! Right! Just as soon as we can! But

only on one condition.

We want the joker who thought
this one up to come along with us

and when we get there,

we're gonna shove him out at 10,000 feet

without a parachute.

Bloody right.

It was bad as that? Bad?!

It can't be done. Not from the air, anyway.

You're quite sure about that, squadron leader?
This is important.

So's my life!

To me, anyway. And the lives of these jokers here

and the 18 men we lost tonight!

Look, sir,

first,

you've got that bloody old fortress
on top of that bloody cliff.

Then you've got the bloody cliff overhang.

You can't even see the bloody cave,
let alone the bloody guns.

And anyway, we haven't got a bloody bomb big enough

to smash that bloody rock.

And that's the bloody truth, sir.

I know how to hit those guns, sir.

Yes? Yes, sir.

You fill a plane full of TNT

and then you do a suicide dive right into that cave.

There's just one problem, sir:

Getting someone to pilot the plane.

I see. Perhaps you might consider it yourself.

Thank you, squadron leader, and all of you.

I know you've done your best, and
nobody could have done more.

And I'm sorry.

As you've probably surmised, Mallory, I'm the
joker they'd like to heave out at 10,000 feet.

And I can't say that I blame them.

I knew it was hopeless from the
start, but it had to be tried.

Anyway, this is why you were hauled out of Crete.

And don't mislay this, will you?

No, sir.

We're pressed for time.
Let's go, gentlemen, shall we?

Any questions? Well, only one.

Why me?

What you want is a seagoing taxi driver.

There must be a dozen men who know
these waters as well as I do.

Yes, but you've got special qualifications.

Franklin'll explain it to you.
It's all his idea, anyway.

First, you speak Greek like a
Greek and German like a German.

Second, you've kept alive in occupied
territory for a year and a half.

And most important, before the war, you were
the greatest mountain climber in the world.

"Keith Mallory, the human fly."

Come to the point, Roy.

The point is that our Resistance contacts on Navarone

tell us that there's only one spot on the
entire coast the Germans don't bother watching.

That's the South Cliff. It's 400 feet straight up

and it can't be climbed by man or beast.

And that's where you come in.

Oh, that was your idea too, was it?

That's right.

I want you to get me and my team
over there and on top of that cliff.

When you've done that, you can put your
ship about and take a richly deserved leave

and a long-overdue promotion.

I see.

Can you do it?

No.

With all due respect to Major Franklin,
I think the operation is insane.

But that's none of my business.

My business is to climb, and I haven't
done any climbing in five years.

That's a long time.

It's too long for this cliff.

And you're asking me to do it at night.

I wouldn't try it in broad daylight.

All right, I'll have a go at it myself, then.
I've done a bit of climbing.

Don't be a fool. Even with your luck, you'd only
get yourself killed and your team along with you.

Then it's scrubbed? No, it's not scrubbed!

It can't be.

Not now.

Mallory...

this is our last hope.

The chance that the Germans won't expect us to throw
in a small team of saboteurs at this late date.

Those 2000 men on Kheros are going
to die next Wednesday morning

unless somebody climbs that cliff.

There's nobody else we can get in time.

If there were, you wouldn't be here now.

I suppose it's too late to get Andrea
Stavros out of Crete to help me.

On the contrary.

I think you'll find him waiting for you
in your hotel at this very moment.

You think of everything, don't you, sir?

I have to. It's part of my job.

Thanks, Keith. It's my pleasure.

Nothing I like better than a well-organized setup.

Now, you'll want to know some more about the team.

Sydney, would you be so kind as to
get us some more coffee, please?

Franklin here considers it the best team in the
business and I'm inclined to agree with him.

Of course, he himself is absolutely ideal for the job.
He's highly experienced and extremely capable.

Don't blush, Roy.

And best of all, he's lucky. Aren't you lucky, Roy?

If you say so, sir. I do. I do, indeed.

Wasn't it Napoleon who said, when somebody
was being put up for promotion to general,

"Yes, yes, I know he's brilliant. But is he lucky?"

The emperor knew the value of luck,
and our Roy seems to have it

Then make me a general, sir.
Patience, my dear boy, patience.

Now this is our Corporal Miller. A professor
of chemistry, I believe, in private life.

And an absolute genius with high explosives.

He's the man who blew up Rommel's headquarters without
damaging a window of the orphanage next door.

They don't come any better. We've tried to make
him an officer, but he just won't wear it.

And this is "Butcher" Brown, our mechanical marvel.

He's a genius with engines,
machinery, radios et cetera.

He's also the best man
with a knife that I've ever met.

He got his training in Spain in the civil war.
The boys call him the Butcher of Barcelona.

Private Spyro Pappadimos.

What's his particular genius?

He's a born killer. An extremely useful
man to have along on a job like this.

His father happens to be our chief
Resistance contact on Navarone.

The family sent the boy to America
10 years ago to get an education

and I'm afraid he got the wrong kind.

Well, there's the team.

Pirates and cutthroats, every one of them.

And of course, there's Lucky here.

And the redoubtable Mr. Stavros, and yourself.

With every one of us a genius, how can we fail?

You can't.

Because we're sending six destroyers
through the Navarone Channel next Tuesday

to take the men off Kheros.

If those guns aren't spiked by then,

there'll be six more ships
at the bottom of the Aegean.

There's your car, gentlemen.

Surprised?

I didn't think I'd see you again so soon.

Did you think you'd have to come looking for me?

When the time came, I would find you.

What is this?

We have to ferry some operators
to an island called Navarone.

Do you know it? I know it.

I also know I have work to do on Crete.

Who's responsible for this?
A major that I used to know.

Name of Franklin.

He's a man who still has to prove
to himself that he's a hero.

I'll speak to Franklin. Where do I find him?

That's the man.

You can speak with him on the way.

You think they've got any chance at all, sir?

Frankly, no.

Not a chance in the world.

I'll be very surprised if they
get even halfway to Navarone.

It's just a waste of six good men.

However, I suppose that doesn't matter,
considering how many have been wasted already.

I'm glad it's not my decision.

I'm only the middleman.

Still, they may get there and they may pull it off.

Anything can happen in a war. Slap
in the middle of absolute insanity,

people pull out the most extraordinary resources.

Ingenuity, courage, self-sacrifice.

Pity we can't beat the problems
of peace in the same way, isn't it?

It would be so much cheaper for everybody.

I never thought of it in just that way, sir.

You're a philosopher, sir. No.

I'm just the man who has to send
people out on jobs like this one.

Must have been delayed, sir. I'm
sure he'll be here in a moment.

Yeah.

Major Franklin? That's right.

My name's Baker. Sorry I was delayed.
Will you come along with me, please.

It's been so comfortable, I hate to leave.

When you're all quite ready...

Charming. Just like an English country hotel.

Where does everybody else sleep?

Nobody sleeps. On your feet, professor.
We've got homework to do.

If you insist, major.

What are you doing, friend? Looking for dust?

No, friend. Microphones.

This is the British Army Post, friend.
Don't you trust anyone?

No. That is why I have lived so long.

I think you should all know that Mr. Stavros is
Colonel Stavros of the Greek 19th Motorised Regiment.

In other words, he outranks us all.
It is of no moment.

The 19th Regiment no longer
exists, for the time being.

I beg your pardon, colonel. Andrea.

Please continue.

Right. If you're ready, corporal.

Yes, sir. Ready, sir.

Ready, willing and able, sir.

Champing at the very bit.

Captain Mallory and Andrea

are responsible for getting us to where we're going.

I'm gonna tell you where
that is and why we're going there.

That is, if you really want to know, professor.

I'm all ears, sir. All ears.

Obviously, we have to avoid the coast road.
That means a 12-mile trek across the mountains

to St. Alexis, where some of the Resistance
people from the town of Mandrakos

will come and meet us if and when they can make it.

Any questions?

I have an alternate route to that place.

May I borrow your pencil, please?

Does the major think this is possible?

I see. That's a thought, isn't it?

Well, let's re-examine the plan and
see if we have any alternative.

Watch out!

How long do you think he's been out there?

I imagined I heard something about 10 minutes ago.

I thought my ears were playing
me tricks. Then I heard it again.

Ten minutes? Brown, go and get Major Baker, will you.

Yes, sir. Well, what's your name?

What are you doing here?

The major asked you a question! Answer the major.

Sounds like Kurdish. I don't understand it.

I'll try Greek.

Translation, sir, please. He doesn't speak English.

Then why was he listening?

What are you doing to that man? You know him?

Of course. That's Nicolai, our laundry boy.
Is he the reason I've been disturbed?

Look, Franklin, I've had a hard day!

Does his job involve listening at keyholes?

I don't believe it. We caught him at it.

It's just a case of idle curiosity, I'm sure.
He doesn't speak a word of English.

Then why does he listen? Why does he carry a knife?
And why did he try and stab this man?

I presume he was trying to defend himself.

When you've been here as long as I have, you know
carrying a knife doesn't make you a criminal.

Nicolai. You there, let him go.

Major Baker, I'd like you to arrest this man and
hold him incommunicado for at least a week.

After that, I don't care what you do with him, but
my advice is you kick him out of Castelrosso.

Just who the hell are you to give me advice, major?

Then I'm asking you as a favor.

I'll consider it.

All this cloak-and-dagger stuff. I said let him go!

Pappadimos, have you got your silencer?

Yes, sir. Then use it. Shoot the laundry boy!

Are you crazy?

And if the major gets in your way, shoot him too.

That's an order.

Captain, this man's insane!
Surely you won't let him do this.

I can't stop him, he's in charge.
And anyway, I agree with him.

Of course, he doesn't have to shoot you.

All he has to do is call our HQ and you'll be
on the first troopship home, as a private,

unless you give him your word that
you'll do exactly as he says.

All right.

All right, if it means that much
to you, you have my word.

Take him, sergeant!

Stupid theatricals.

You're entitled to your opinion,

but I just saved your life.

I'm desperately sorry, gentlemen. Really, I am.

I mean, it's embarrassing.
I mean, well, just look at it!

No, it's exactly what we want.

Oh, I know they said you wanted a boat that
no one would notice, but that's a disgrace!

Now look here, just give me 36 hours,
and I know where I can lay my hands

on a German E-boat in absolutely perfect condition.

I promise you, only one careful owner.

Just say the word and I'll pop
over to Rhodes and get it for you.

Rhodes? Won't the Germans
have something to say about that?

I suppose they would if they knew.

But I've got some very good connections over there.
What do you say, chum?

No, thanks. We can't wait. Pity.

Well, I'll get a couple of my chaps
to give yours a hand with your gear.

No, that's all right, thank you.

Right. I get it.

Special cargo and all that, what?
Well, good luck to you.

Brown?

Yes, sir? What do you think?

Well, she's a bit of a monster, sir.

But I think I've got her worried.

Comfortable, professor? Yes, thank you.

Matter of fact, the boys have almost finished.

Um, permission to speak?

What about? Well, the condition of this vessel.

You better talk to Captain Mallory about that.
He's in charge of transportation.

Very good, sir.

Sir, I've inspected this boat
and I think you ought to know

that I can't swim.

I'll keep it in mind.

Dead on 10, sir.

Hello, Lucky. Hello, Lucky.

Report my signal. Report my signal.

Hello, George-Mike-William.
Hello, George-Mike-William.

Strength three. Strength three, over.

Hello, Lucky.

High Flight reports Indians
on warpath in your territory.

So please be careful.

Also, severe storms expected
throughout your area tonight.

Repeat. High Flight reports Indians on warpath...

Hey.

Ship ahoy!

Go on working. They'll have glasses.

Lower your sails!

Eh? Lower your sails!

We are coming aboard!

It's knee-deep in the hold, but I think we'll manage.

You want a breather?

Wouldn't mind.

Funny the way that German officer kept
speaking English to us back there,

almost as if he knew who we were.

I had the same thought.

I think our friend Baker
may have some explaining to do.

I shouldn't have done it. What's that?

Dragged you into this. I'm sorry.

Forget it. I was getting tired of Crete food anyway.

No, I'm stupid sometimes.

Even when I was a kid, I always took it for
granted people wanted to play the games I liked.

Then I'd get furious when they didn't.

Well, now they have to, so why worry?

Hot coffee!

That's good.

I'm sorry, captain.

There's a serious shortage of cups aboard this ship.

Remember, I did point out certain
deficiencies in this vessel.

I remember.

Thanks. My pleasure.

Any time you want another little chat, sir,
about this boat, I mean, I'm available.

All right.

And I still can't swim.

Don't mind him. He doesn't mean anything.

I don't mind him as much as he seems to mind me.

Have you been together long?

Since the beginning out here.

He's the best friend I have
in this part of the world.

That's a pretty good partner
you've got there yourself.

Yes.

We've been together a long time too. You're lucky.

He's going to kill me when the war's over.

You're not serious. Yes, I am.

So's he.

About a year ago, I gave a
German patrol a safe conduct

to get some of their wounded into hospital.

I still had some romantic notions in those
days about fighting a civilized war.

Anyway, they wanted Andrea pretty badly even then.

They shot their casualties, and went
over to his house and blew it up.

He was out on a job at the time, but his
wife and three children were in the house.

They were all killed.

I helped him to bury them.

He didn't say a word to me. Never looked at me.

But after it was over, he turned to me and
said that as far as he was concerned...

it wasn't the Germans who were responsible, but me.

Me and my stupid Anglo-Saxon decency.

And he told me what he was going to do, and when.

Do you think he still means to do it?

He's from Crete. Those people
don't make idle threats.

I thought I was getting leave.

I was going to ask for transfer to another area.

Take some time to think, get ready for him.

And I messed that up.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

It's gonna be a long war.

What makes you sure he's gonna wait that long?

Well, I'm not. Not if he gets the right opportunity.

What I'm banking on is that right now
all he wants to do is to kill Germans.

As long as I can be useful to him in that department,

he'll do his best to keep me alive.

I hope. That's nice of him.

Well, I can see his point.

The only way to win a war is
to be just as nasty as the enemy.

One thing that worries me is we're liable to wake up one
morning and find out we're even nastier than they are.

I can't say that worries me.

Well, you're lucky.

Think I better have a look at the hold.

Before Miller tells me to!

Help!

Well, we've saved the explosives, the guns,

and most of the ammunition.

I'm afraid we've lost the food
and the medical supplies.

But if we make our rendezvous with the Resistance

at St. Alexis, they should be
able to supply us with both.

Let's get out of this place as quickly as we can.

Pappadimos and Miller, you'll have
the first shift with the stretcher.

You're officially taking command of this team, sir?

Yes, I suppose I am. Why?

Just for the record.

This afternoon on the boat...

you fumbled your job.

How'd that happen?

I don't know, sir.

The man was a foot away from you with
his back turned. You only wounded him.

How could you miss?

I must have hesitated, sir.

You hesitated?

A man of your experience?

The Butcher of Barcelona?

How could you hesitate?

Well, I was tired.

I'm tired and I'm fed up.

I've been fighting this war a long time.

I've been killing Germans since 1937.
There's no end to them.

You shoot a man at 200 yards,
he's just a moving target.

You kill him with a knife...

you're close enough to smell him.

I smell them in my sleep.

After the last time, I made a kind
of pact with myself: I'd do my job.

But I wouldn't do the other anymore.

Not if I could help it.

And who gave you the right to make a private peace?

You think you're the only one who's tired?

I do my job, sir!

Your job is to kill enemy soldiers.

There will, of course, be a code word.

If we don't answer it, there'll
be a patrol up here in no time.

Let's pack the gear and get out of here.

Let's go.

Well?

The major's leg is broken in two places.

For all we know he's hurt inside too.
He needs proper medical attention.

What do you suggest?

If we leave him, the Germans will take care of him.

They'd get him to a hospital, sir.

If he doesn't get sulphanilamide for this
leg of his, he doesn't stand a chance.

Naturally, you all think a lot
of Major Franklin. So do I.

We have two choices.

We can take him with us, and if he
doesn't get help soon, he'll die.

Or we can leave him here, in which case he'll
tell the Germans everything they want to know.

Roy? Never!

He might not be able to help himself.

They have other drugs besides sulpha.

All they have to do is to shoot him full of scopolamine,
and he'll tell them our whole plan. In detail.

There is, of course, a third choice.

One bullet now. Better for him. Better for us.

You take that man along, you endanger us all.

Why don't we just drop him
off the cliff and save a bullet?

And why don't you shut up?

Yes, there's a third choice.

We'll make it if necessary...

when it's necessary

and not before!

Now let's get moving!

Brown, from now on your job is
to look after Major Franklin.

I said, move!

Morning.

I'm sorry.

Don't be silly. It's just bad luck.

Well, what do we do now?

Where are we?

We're on our way.

I'm going to hold you up. No, you won't.

Anyway, the professor here won the toss, and he's
just dying to carry you. Aren't you, professor?

That's right. You're nowhere
near as heavy as I thought you were.

Now look...

you've got to leave me.

You're out of your mind.

It's radio time.

Well, it's all on your plate now.

You'll never be able to thank me enough, will you?

I wanted the job all the time.

Hello, Lucky. Hello, Lucky.

Report my signal.

Hello, George-Mike-William. George-Mike-William.

Strength four. Strength four, over.

Hello, Lucky. This is most urgent.

Paddington Station will close
at midnight, X minus one.

Do you understand? X minus one, over.

We've lost a full day.

Germans are gonna hit Kheros a day ahead of time.

Gives us until midnight, the day after tomorrow.

Message understood. Message understood. Over and out.

I'd like to be alone with the major.

Roy, that was foolish.

You almost ruined everything. We've just
heard from headquarters, we're canceled out.

Scrubbed.

What?

They're going for an amphibious
landing the day after tomorrow

on the east coast.

The Turkish side.

The Turkish side?

And they're coming in force.

As far as we're concerned, the pressure's off.

All we have to do is just
make as much trouble as we can.

By tonight, we'll have you
in the hands of the underground.

We'll have you taken care of.

You try this again, I'll have
Andrea break your other leg.

Good luck.

Do not worry.

I shall see you tonight at St. Alexis.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Obviously, this place has been used before.

Any food around?

I regret to say no.

Weren't you a little careless just now, colonel?
We might have been anyone.

Oh, no, no, I heard you coming five minutes ago.

No.

No!

Pappadimos, it's time to relieve Andrea.

I'll take it.

No.

Pappadimos, you go.

Maybe he brought us some food. Hold it.

He might be faking.

Saved!

Don't move!

Raise your hands!

Raise your hands high!

All of you!

You there, with the food, speak!

You are not Germans.

Which of you is Major Franklin?

The man on the stretcher. Who are you?

My name is Maria Pappadimos.

You may put your hands down now, gentlemen.

Pappadimos?

They told us Pappadimos was a man.

My father. He was taken two days ago.

He was taken?

He told them nothing.

He will die first.

You have any sisters or brothers?
I have a brother, Spyro, in America.

Oh, he's not as far away as all that.

He's that handsome devil right over there.

Spyro!

What did you do that for?

To remind you to write letters occasionally.

There happens to be a war on! I mean before the war!

I promised myself I would do this
the first time I ever saw you again.

Well, I'm sorry, brother.

Which of you did this?

Well, uh... I'm afraid it was me.

Who is she? My friend, Anna. She's one of us.

It's bad that this happened to her.

Before the Germans came, she was
a schoolteacher in Mandrakos.

Last year, she was caught. They
tortured her to make her betray us.

They whipped her until the white of her bones showed.

Some nights, we could hear her screaming.

Then they took her to the fortress and
they kept her there for six months.

When they let her go...

she could not speak.

She has never spoken since. Not even in her dreams.

And even I have never been allowed
to see the scars on her back.

But she's a good fighter. As good as any of you!

She's like a ghost, she goes anywhere!

She got us these guns. And she kills without mercy.

You are very lucky, brother.

No, they are the friends! Our friends!

It's gangrene, sir.

If the major's leg doesn't come off, he's gonna die.

Does he know?

I don't think so.

Sir...

I beg your pardon, sir, but this is the first
chance I've had to talk to you more or less alone.

I don't want to be left out anymore. I
just want to be part of the team again.

Please give me a chance. You can trust me.

I'll think it over.

That's gangrene! What choice do we have now, captain?

Who relieved you? She did.

In future, will you take orders only from me?

Yes, sir. I asked you a question, sir!

And I heard you, corporal.

Get yourself something to eat. That's an order.

Thank you, sir.

There's a lot of activity down there. I can hear it.

They're turning Mandrakos inside out.

As soon as they move out, we're going to move in.

We're gonna get you to a doctor.

Brown says that you are doing well.

Brown is a liar. And so are you.

I haven't lost my sense of smell, you know.

I just hope the doctor's a good surgeon.

I wonder what old Jensen would say?

My luck seems to have changed, doesn't it?

I don't suppose I'll ever be a general now.

This Franklin...

he's not a bad fellow.

No, not bad at all.

You're sure there's a tunnel out of that ravine?

Yes, sir. They'll never find us there.

Well, they found us here. Let's go. Let's go!

Oh, excuse me.

Where is this tunnel? Up here, sir.

Where does this lead to?

We'll come out just behind Mandrakos.

All right.

Let's keep going.

Anna?

Anna?

You're limping. Are you hurt? Do you need help?

Thank you, old bean.

Get off your behinds.

Think there's a fire escape here?

These are fine people.

Give up quietly, gentlemen.

Unless you want a great many innocent
people killed, as well as yourselves.

Turn around, please.

Captain Mallory, my congratulations,
you've made a remarkable effort.

Unfortunately for you, it was
doomed from the beginning.

Will you tell me where you've hidden your explosives?

No.

As your commanding officer, Captain
Mallory must play a heroic role.

You needn't carry such a burden.

You've all suffered a great deal.
Why prolong that suffering?

For you, the war is over.

Another officer is coming to question you.
A captain in the SS.

His methods, quite frankly, are most severe.

Gentlemen, None of you are in uniform.
Therefore, you must be considered as spies.

And you all know the penalty for espionage.

But if any one of you has the courage and the
intelligence to tell me where the explosives are,

I promise, you will not only save your own life,

but the lives of all your comrades as well.

This will be your only chance, gentlemen.

I do advise you to take it.

Please, sir! I am no spy! I am not one of them!

You yellow--

Go on.

Sir, I swear to you, sir,

I'm just a poor fisherman.

Two days ago these men killed
my sailors and stole my boat.

They forced me to join them.

Sir, I am their prisoner!

Where did you learn your English, fisherman?

In Cyprus, sir.

I swear to you, it's true.

Aren't you Andrea Stavros?

Colonel Stavros?

Oh, no. No, sir. My name is Nondus Salonikus.

I told you, I'm a fisherman from Cyprus.

Then how do you happen to wear a shoulder holster?

Wha--?

They forced me to wear it

and made it a kind of joke.

And where are the explosives?

I swear, sir...

I would tell you if I knew.

But see, they didn't say.

The truth is, sir, they don't trust me.

I don't blame them.

The commandant will telephone you
shortly to congratulate you, Muesel.

Thank you.

I've questioned them about the
explosives, but they refuse to answer.

The Greek claims that he is not one of them.

Now you! You are not of this company, you say?

No, sir, I'm not.

You are a liar!

But Your Excellency-- A liar!

Come, come. That didn't hurt.

Where are the explosives?
I don't know, Your Excellency.

Your Excellency, I swear to you I do not know!

I am not one of these men!
They forced me to join them.

As I explained to the captain...

I'm just a

poor fisherman from Cyprus.

My name is Nondus Salonikus.

I swear to you.

These men stole my boat and then they
forced me to join them. Your Excellency--

Your Excellency, I am their prisoner!

Where are the explosives?

I want an answer now. Otherwise I shall
personally rearrange this officer's splints.

Very well.

I can't! Please, I can't! I can't!

- Get up!
- I'm sick! I'm sick!

Get up! Please! Oh, I'm sick!

But I'm sick! No, please!

Please, I'm sick!

I'm sick! I'm sick!

Call the sentry in.

Now, Oberleutnant...

get on the phone.

Tell them that you're not to be disturbed
until you give further orders.

Remember...

I speak German...

perfect.

Not very hygienic, I must say.

Shocking taste in undies too.

Ah, well...

Heil, everybody!

Roy, we're gonna leave you here.

I understand.

We're gonna let them chase us around for a while.

But one thing they mustn't know...

is about the landing tomorrow night.

Of course.

Don't worry.

Oh, thanks.

Good luck.

Hold it.

We're going to leave Major Franklin behind.

He's a wounded officer.

I expect him to get proper medical attention.

We don't make war on wounded men.

We're not all like Hauptmann Sessler.

Now, where's the camp radio station?

I will not tell you.

You wouldn't hesitate to kill me
for any number of reasons.

But not this one.

In any event, I will not tell you.

So long, Roy. Good luck, Keith.

Well, Lucky, I shall miss you.

Hmm.

You will try to be a bad patient, won't you?

Keep on asking for bedpans. Drives them mad.

I'll keep it in mind.

When this is over, we'll meet at
Simpsons' and you can buy me lunch.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding,
a nice little red wine...

Steak and kidney pie.

Anything you say. You'll be paying for it.

And you, colonel, what a performance.

All right.

Well, my friend, I hope you were right
to leave Franklin with the Germans.

Sir?

Yes? No, not you, sir. Mr. Stavros.

Hmm? Tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know? Are you married?

I have been married.

My wife and children were killed.

Have you killed many people?

Only Germans.

Oh, some Italians too.

Captain Mallory? Yes?

You are a lucky man.

Yes, I know.

Mr. Stavros?

Yes?

I like you.

I like you too.

I don't know.

Well, baby face, I never would have known you.

You better get rid of that
fuzz under your nose, haven't you?

No, not me, I'm an officer now, remember?

I'm sorry, old bean, you just
picked the wrong uniform.

Lights out in five minutes. I want you
all to get as much rest as possible.

The first thing in the morning...

we've got to ditch the truck
and get hold of another car.

Then we're gonna pick up the
explosives and go into Navarone.

We've got to be inside the
fortress by 10:00 tomorrow night.

Might one inquire how, sir?

We're gonna walk in.

Simply because of this masquerade?

No.

Because I told Franklin our orders had been changed.

That we weren't after the guns anymore.

I told him that we were just to create
a diversion for a full-scale assault

tomorrow night on the Turkish side.

Now if my hunch is right,

the Germans will give him scopolamine before they
operate and that's what he's going to tell them.

They may not believe it, but they'll
be faced with the fact that he does.

Now I'm gambling that they'll clear out of Navarone

and take up positions on the coast.

Very clever.

But that still leaves the
garrison inside the fortress,

and we get them out by having
Andrea, Pappadimos and Brown

start up diversions all over Navarone.

If there's enough confusion going,

Miller and I should have
a fair chance of breaking in.

At the same time, the two girls will steal
the fastest boat that they can find

so that we'll all have a chance of getting
out of here when this thing is over.

Very clever, indeed.

Suppose, just for the sake of argument, they
don't have any scopolamine? What happens then?

Suppose they use the old-fashioned methods?

Suppose your ventriloquist's dummy just won't talk,

because he's a good man? He won't be easy to break!

He may take a lot of punishment
before he tells them our plan!

He may even die on them and tell them nothing at all!

Have you considered that, captain?

Yes, I've considered it. I'll bet you have!

I'll bet you've considered
that as far back as the cliff!

You and your three choices.

I'll bet that's why you ordered us to drag that poor,
dying, one-legged man around with us all this time!

Even if he lives, he'll never be the same again!

Do you know what you've done?

You've used up an important human being!

Oh, I misjudged you.

You're rather a ruthless character, Captain Mallory.

Well, I didn't think of it back on the cliff.

But if I had...

I'd have done exactly the same thing. It's the
only chance we've got to get the job done!

Well, right now I say to hell with the job!

I've been on 100 jobs, and not one of
them's altered the course of the war.

There've been 1000 wars and there'll be 1000 more,
until we all kill each other off completely.

I don't care about the war anymore. I care about Roy!

And if Turkey comes into the war on the wrong side?

So what? Let the whole bloody world come in and
blow itself to pieces. That's what it deserves!

And what about the 2000 men on Kheros?

I don't know the men on Kheros.
But I do know the man on Navarone!

Mr. Miller, the man was finished when he fell.

That's easy for you to say,
sitting there, drinking coffee!

You know, it's funny. I was grateful
to you when you left him behind today.

I just hope before this job's over

that I get the chance to use
you the way you've used him.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't think of any other way.

Everybody get a good night's sleep.

No matter how it goes tomorrow...

you're gonna need it.

I'll take the first watch.

Hello.

Tell me, schoolteacher,

from a purely moral point of view...

bearing in mind that we represent the
side of goodness and civilization...

do you think that what I did to
Franklin was a civilized thing to do?

Scopolamine.

They are burning Mandrakos in punishment.

This part of the town has been evacuated

because the vibration of the guns
has weakened the houses.

Where will the attacks come?
Where will the attacks come?

On the Turkish side.

What time?

What time?

Is the timetable clear? Any questions?

Good luck.

I won't be needing this. You take it.

Spyro.

Andrea.

Everybody stay exactly where you are.

The party's over.

Somebody's stepped on the cake.

Exhibit A: A clockwork fuse.

Elementary and archaic, but they work.

Only this one won't work anymore. Do you know why?

The clock's okay, but the
contact arm's been broken off.

This clock could tick until Christmas,
and it wouldn't set off a firecracker!

Exhibit B: Exhibit B is missing.

All my slow burning fuses are gone.
Disappeared! Vanished!

Exhibit C: My time pencils.

75 grains of fulminate
of mercury in each one of them.

Enough to blow my hand off. And
very unstable, very delicate.

Which means that there is a traitor in this room.

You're crazy. It must have happened back at base.

No, I'm not that crazy! I checked
it all before I left the base.

No, here.

Here!

Someone here.

But who?

Who?

There have only been two times when
this stuff has been out of my sight.

Once was when Andrea and
Maria took it away to hide it.

But it was all right when we picked it up again.

The only other time was when we
left it in the back of the truck

and all of us went to scout the gates. All of us!

Except her.

We left her on guard in the truck,

alone.

You are crazy, sir!

Let me just think for a moment.

Ever since we came here, we've been jumping out
of one frying pan into another, haven't we?

Just think...

We were hiding in the carob grove

and she's up in a tree. Remember?

Now, anybody can signal to an airplane
with a piece of tin or a hand mirror.

And they found us there, didn't they?

And then in the tunnel.

In the tunnel she's lagging
far behind, with a shocking limp.

Anybody seen her limping lately?

But being way back behind the rest of us, she
could leave some messages, couldn't she?

So that when you take Roy to the doctor,
the Germans are waiting there for you.

And then when she takes us to her
place, they come right there for us.

But she got us out of there.

Of course! That house would have been a shambles,
and she'd have got hers along with the rest of us.

So, what does she do?

She disappears into the bedroom to change her clothes

and to leave a little note.

And then she takes us to the wedding party
and we're caught like rats in a trap

because we can't get to our guns!

But even if we can, it means slaughtering
half the population of Mandrakos!

You are an insane man!

Am I?

Maybe I am.

Nothing would surprise me anymore.

We can settle this thing very easily.

Let's see those scars the Germans made on her back,

those terrible scars.

How about it, Maria?

Don't you want to see those scars you've never seen?

QED.

You cannot believe it?

Believe it.

I cannot stand pain.

It's easy to be brave when you're
free, when you're with your friends.

But I was caught.

The others were free but
they didn't help me. I was alone.

I was alone in their hands.

They said they would put me into their brothels.

They said they would torture me.

I saw what they did to other people.

I'm sorry. I cannot stand pain.

When we got here...

why didn't you put in with us?

You could have come with us!

It was your only chance to get free of them!

There was never any chance.

You never had any chance!

It was hopeless from the beginning.

You'll never get out of here! Never!

I tried to tell you last night.

Can you do anything at all?

I don't know.

There's always some way to blow up explosives.

The trick is not to be around when they go off.

But aren't you forgetting something, captain?

The lady.

As I see it, we have three choices:

One, we can leave her here. But there's
no guarantee she won't be found.

And in her case they won't need a truth drug.

Two, we could take her with us. But that would just
make things a lot more difficult than they are already.

And three...

Well, that's Andrea's choice. Remember?

You really want your pound of flesh, don't you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

You see, somehow I just couldn't
manage to get off to sleep last night.

If you're so anxious to kill her, go ahead!

Oh, I'm not anxious to kill her.

I'm not anxious to kill anyone.

See, I'm not a born soldier. I got trapped.

You may find me facetious,

but if I didn't make some rather bad jokes
every now and then, I'd go out of my mind.

No, I prefer to leave the
killing to someone like you.

An officer and a gentleman. A leader of men, a hero.

If you think that I enjoy this, any of it,
you're out of your mind! I never wanted it.

I was trapped into it just like you,
just like anybody else in a uniform.

Of course you wanted it.
You're an officer, aren't you?

I never let them make me an officer. I don't
want the responsibility for anything.

Then you've had a free ride all this time.

Someone's got to take the responsibility if the
job's going to get done. Do you think that's easy?

I don't know!

I'm beginning to wonder who really is
responsible when it comes to the dirty work.

Who really is guilty? The man who gives the order,
or the one who has to do it with his own hands?

We've no time for this. Now just a minute!

If we're gonna get this job done,
she has got to be killed!

And we all know how keen you
are on getting the job done.

Now I can't speak for the others, but I've
never killed a woman before, traitor or not,

and I'm finicky.

So why don't you do it?
Why don't you let us off for once?

Come on, be a pal. Be a father to your men.

Come down off that cross of yours, close your
eyes, think of England, and pull the trigger!

What do you say, sir?

You all know what you're supposed to do. Get started.

Brown, you go with Maria.

Now, Miller, you know that when you put
on a uniform and learn how to do it

it's not hard to kill someone. Not anyone.

Sometimes it's harder not to.

You think that you've been getting away
with it all this time, standing by.

Well, son...

your "bystanding" days are over.

You're in it now, up to your neck!

They told me that you're a genius
with explosives. Start proving it!

You got me in the mood to use this thing

and by God, if you don't think
of something, I'll use it on you!

I mean it.

Go on.

You stay here. I'll call you if I need you.

Whatever you say, sir.

Spyro!

Spyro!

Detonators, sir, please.

I'll be finished here in about 30 seconds.

Miller?

Miller!

Miller! Yes, what is it?

What are you doing?

The first place they're gonna search are those
guns, and they'll probably find my stuff.

They're not stupid, you know.

Of course, if they should be careless when they're removing
it they could bring about exactly the same result.

Just the same, this is the job I'm
banking on. This is our insurance.

What happens? Would you bring down the hoist?

Whoa, that's enough!

Now, you see this bottom runner?

The first time they send this hoist down for shells
or charges, this runner should come to here.

The moment it does, it'll hit these
two wires and we get a circuit.

A circuit that'll send up all
my plastic explosives here,

plus this little item...

that I borrowed here.

Of course, they won't see these wires
when I slap on some more grease.

Are you sure it'll work?

No guarantee, but the theory's perfectly feasible.

But if this stuff does go up,

everything else in this place
is gonna go right up with it.

Suppose you don't get a contact?

Then I shall be responsible for sinking
one of His Majesty's destroyers,

maybe the whole lot of them.

I'm sorry, sir. It's the only way
I know to get the job done.

As you said, I'm in it now,

up to my neck.

Hurry up.

Go ahead. No, after you, sir.

Remember? I can't swim.

You won't let me drown, will you?

I can't make it.

My arm...

Come on, man. Take it!

Grab it!

Spyro's dead, isn't he?

What happened?

He forgot why we came here.

And now you're going back to Crete?

Yes.

Come with us.

With us?

With me. I must go back.

You saw what the Germans did to Mandrakos.

Navarone will pay heavily for your success tonight.

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

I'm going back.

The job is finished. No.

Your job is finished.

What chance do you think you have
of staying alive back there?

Well...

I'm not so easy to kill.

Hey.

Well, the boys on Kheros will be happy soon.

Of course, it'll be a bit crowded, but
there's nothing like an ocean voyage:

Fresh air, good food, deck sports, pretty girls...

I'd like to offer you my apologies, sir,

and my congratulations.

To tell you the truth, I didn't think we could do it.

To tell you the truth, neither did I.