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Waiter, I think I'll change my luck. Bring me something strong and sweet and a good mix. She wants a planter's punch. Waiter. Make it a pair. Showing a sandbar. Your uh your boyfriend is kind of burned up, huh? You mean burned out. You look much more durable. Thanks. You'll wear okay yourself. Thanks. Don't rush it, big boy. Sit down and have a drink first and uh talk a little, shall we? Okay. [Music] [Music] [Music] You going to be with us long, soldier? Couple of days, then overseas. Gee, all the nice guys. My brother's a transportation clerk on a transport. It's here now. The sale's Tuesday morning. Tuesday morning. Well, that's the same time I'm good. What were you going to say? Nothing. Well, here's our drinks. [Music] Y. [Music] [Applause] Never forget some of the greatest aids to making these Americana talk are wine, women, and song. That is what they call having fun. Whiskey does it. Notice most Americans can't hold a liquor or their tongues either. Have you spilled your guts yet, Willie? Yeah, of course you have. Hey, what's the matter, baby? What you blubbering about? Oh, you're going away. That girl in England, that whack. Did I say that? To hell with it. I'm coming back, ain't I? Sure. Sure. We're all coming back as soon as we lick the pants off the damn nuts. These Baby, you just wait and see. We won't come back to over there. Honey, excuse me. I'll be right with you. [Music] Your fun is over, Sergeant. You're coming with us. Oh, but listen. I got a date with a Dane. Yeah, that D's got a date, too. Just a minute, sister. I'm a federal officer. [Music] [Music] Well, I guess that did it. [Music] Take care of this letter. Hey, that's mine. Not anymore, Sergeant. This goes where it belongs, to headquarters. Yeah, but come on. She got away. Okay. Felton's trailing her to that new hideout by now. It's nice going, boys. Cover the phone back there for Felton's call. Here's Blondie's boyfriend. Where did you pick up that girl tonight? Hey, wait a minute. I don't get this. What has she done? Plenty. What's the address? Oh, well, it's apartment 2C, 44 West Water Street. That's what Come on, boys. Forget the phone. It's me. Hurry. [Music] What's wrong? FBI. I come here. Stupid. We're getting out of here. [Music] [Music] [Music] I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. [Music] Ow. Come on. That is a lesson for you. Do not be overconfident. Five valuable agents lost. Result? All our good luck for nothing. The American intelligence officers upset our plans and changed theirs. High command canceled movement orders, issued new ones. No convoy out of Port Haven on the 7th. [Music] But there was a new sailing date. Germany had to know. Time was short. What was the new date? Again, we had to rely on the Americans for the answer. Yeah. You think they ever learn? Never. In the United States, there's an unlimited supply of careless, flat jaw indoors. Your attention, please. This is young Jack's father. He took a bus all the way to Portaven to spend a few hours with his dear boy, but he didn't see him because all military personnel had been cleared out of the hotel in a hurry. He didn't pick any violets either. Meet Jack's mother. He'd already gone, but he left this note to the hotel porter. Geraldine, we had a word from Jack. Not a thing. Just said goodbye. There's some message for you in it. Oh, that boy. I can't make head or tail of it. Perhaps you can. Young Jack's sweetheart. She's very much in love with him. A common American stupidity, but so helpful to the interests of the fatherland. That was Jack's mother. He sent me a message. Come on, listen. [Music] [Applause] Watch [Music] them and it's simply great waiting on the levy. [Music] See, are you losing your buttons? I don't get it. Neither do I. He said to think of him on our regular date night and play his favorite record. That's the record. Let's see. Day after tomorrow, we'd have been taking me out. Sure, but what's waiting for the Robert Lee got to do with Jack? They've got me, Jimmy. Waiting for the Robert E. Lee. Say, wasn't there a boat by the name of Robert Lee? Some kind of a boat, I guess. Sure. A funny way to say goodbye. Not so funny. If you weren't stupid young lady, you would know what Jack meant. He wanted you to think of him Wednesday because that's when he's sailing. Not on the Roberty Lee, of course, but on another ship. Somebody figured it out. Look [Music] last. Mark the D and Harry. 55 cents. [Music] We are racing the clock now. It is the last lap and we lost it. The convoy slipped away before we could act. The Yanks gave us the slip, but there is still time. The office of the Superintendent Army Transport Service, Port Haven. [Music] You recall this young man? He met him in the cafe. He had a crush on the girl who preferred the company of a soldier. Right now, he's lost sick and shocked. He never suspected his girlfriend was an agent of the right. He's preparing a secret record of a convoys movement from Port Haven, but his mind is not on his work. explain it. Brad, you shouldn't open the windows. The papers will blow off the desk. Forget it. You feel better? Yeah. Let us see what you're writing, friend. A fascinating document. It tells of many things of ships and sailing routes, caros, and best of all, it tells us quite accurately the position of that convoy. Now there, you're finished. Give it to the typus. And have a care. Your mind is not on your work either, is it? So far so good. But wait a minute. What about the carbon paper? Shouldn't that be torn and put in the waste basket for careful cremation? Indeed. Yes. But is it nine? She's too busy watching our young friend. The carbon is forgotten. See what's happening. [Music] It's so ridiculous. They don't tell us a thing. And the lengths they go with these security regulations. You'd think they'd blow up. And Jack's friend, Bill, do you know they broke him several ranks? He was transferred in disgraced to another unit just for writing some innocent thing under a staff and talking in a restaurant. Really? What if he did? Suppose some spy did overhear it. I ask you, what good would that do to a spy? After all, this is America. Why? A spy couldn't get that information out of the trade. How could he? Stuff nonsense. They're going too far, if you ask me. We're grown up Americans, not children. I leave it to you. Keep my van. [Music] They want you in the back, Mr. Cellart. Bill, what is it? A piece of carbon paper. We picked it up in the Port Haven headquarters waste. Something about a convoy. House could sign it. Have copies made at once. Yes, sir. Yeah. A remarkable development from the weather experts. A secret weather station in the North Pacific. Another gift from the wrong waste basket. How absolutely perfect. [Music] Well, first, have you found anything of value? I think so. Some snapshots all from tank personnel stationed out west. The boys ordered several prints. Thanks to our agreement with a certain developer, duplicates were run off for us. Some of the details are unusually clear. Exceptionally so. It's been very difficult work though going through all this junk. But in Lightning Fritz, this is obviously a new model tank similar to our Mark 6. Did you pass them on to Traxxler? Of course. He's making microscopic enlargement of the finer point. Excellent. I don't know what we would do if the Americans didn't take pictures for us. Huh? Okay. Ready? [Music] Oh. It's 12:34A in Rude, England. They've arranged for air patrol contact off Newfoundland at 4545. I've located a fine position for our subs. I see. Then will this convoy pass here? Approximately dawn Friday. A few hours either way won't matter to our subs, of course. Not in the least. But how about radio conditions? Now adequate. It's becoming difficult, but our forest station is still operating. Shall I raise them at once? We have not a moment to waste. [Music] Done. Friday of New Foundland. [Music] 45. You're getting somewhere. Oh. Uh, nothing could happen, though, could it? Even if a spy heard something, what could he do? Nothing. You heard that cackling woman say that, didn't you? And in America, of all places. Yes, Germany has many good friends, not just in America, but in numberless places. The was ready and eager for just such a moment as this. [Music] And many Uots too, hungry for American shipping. Yeah, a delightful repast in waiting for them right here. [Music] Watch. At last the convoy fat waddling ducklings flooded with young American soldiers throwing overseas. What could be better? [Music] [Applause] Go. Just like shooting ducks in a pond. Yeah. What surprise for David Jones? You remember these boys, Bob and Jack? They're not picking up Bibles or violets now, are they? They're fighting for their precious lives. They're not even talking for a change. Too bad. Yeah. What you say, [Music] boy? Half the convoy sunk. What do you say now? Sucker bait. [Music]