Commandos 3: Destination Berlin

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Hello Comrade!

Russian soldier:
Sir!

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Where is that bounder?

Russian soldier:
He is a ghost, sir! Eight deaths in morning... two officers... one shot one kill.

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
A good morning's work for a soldier...

Russian soldier:
He is not a soldier, sir! He's a killer.

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
OK, enough talk. As the Yanks say, I'm taking him down.

Russian soldier:
Da... Da... OK...

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Looks like we've got some company.

Jack O'Hara:
No sh*t! Looks like news of Bulldog's arrival has gotten back to Berlin. How nice of them to send a welcoming committee. They'll be wanting to capture him for interrogation.

Thomas Hancock:
I couldn't care less, let them have him, I personally can't stand him.

Jack O'Hara:
If they capture him and make him talk they could get hold of high level intel. Then we'd be up crap creek.

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
I'm not sure if you've noticed but there seems to be a Hell of alot of our Nazi chums here.

Jack O'Hara:
And?

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Oh, bugger!

Jack O'Hara:
We have to take out the heavy artillery!

U.S soldier:
I agree, sir! But we've lost so many men!

Jack O'Hara:
We have to push now soldier. Remember, this is what I do best. Let's go kick some Nazi arse!

U.S soldier:
Yes sir!

Thomas Hancock:
Nice place.

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
OK Thomas, enough sightseeing, back to work.

Thomas Hancock:
Oh yes, work. Winning the war single-handed, don't you mean? Heh Heh. [Ironic laughter]

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Looks like Frenchy and Paul have been captured. However, Butcher has managed to hide in one of the trucks. You know what that means?

Thomas Hancock:
Sure, don't blow up the trucks.

Sir Francis T. Woolridge:
Exactly, I know how you love your explosives but lets exercise a little caution on this one.