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clambering aboard. Heydrich hesitated, confused, uncertain whether Rick or
Laszlo posed the more imminent threat.
Nine …
Ilsa was aghast. Why was Rick trying to stop her husband from killing
Heydrich? Trying to stop her? 'Rick, no!' she cried.
Eight …
Rick could hear the sound of gunfire as Kubiš and Gabčík opened up on
the front seat's occupants, and he could hear the groan of the bodyguard as
their shots slammed into him. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and leather
split. Blood flew.
Seven …
Heydrich wheeled and smashed his gun butt on Rick's head. Rick went
down. Heydrich was about to hit him again when Laszlo grabbed him from
the other side.
Six …
Rick's hands shot out again, frantically seeking the bomb on the floor. He
knew there wasn't much time left. His hand found Ilsa instead of the bomb.
Five …
Shot by Gabčík, the driver's head exploded. Incongruously, his chauffeur's
cap blew off his head and flew, spinning over the abutment and into the river,
like a child's paper airplane.
Four …
'Come on!' Rick shouted, hauling Ilsa to her feet.
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Three …
Laszlo had one hand around Heydrich's throat and jammed a gun into his
midsection with the other. Heydrich flashed a knife.
Two …
'Victor!' cried Ilsa.
'Jump!' Rick screamed.
Victor shot Heydrich in the abdomen. Heydrich stabbed Victor through the
heart.
One …
Rick and Ilsa were out of the car, his arms around her, rolling and tum-
bling together as fast and as far as they could.
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Zero …
The explosion lifted the Mercedes off its wheels and into the air, as if it
were a child's jack-in-the-box. Rick's head hit the pavement, and he brought
his hands up to shield his face. He caught a glimpse of Ilsa, lying limp against
the stone wall.
'Are you all right?' Rick asked Ilsa. She said nothing. She just stared at him
with the most profound sense of disbelief he had ever seen in the eyes of an-
other human being.
'Why did you do it?' she said bitterly.
'Later,' he wheezed.
'I hate you,' she said.
Then they were up the stairs and into the street. They piled into the back of
a waiting produce truck. 'Get down,' advised the padre, 'and stay down.' A
couple of workmen dumped a pile of rotting, discarded lettuce over them, and
then the truck started away, slowly, toward Lidice.
Huddled together under the cargo, they were locked in each other's arms as
intimately as lovers. Never had they felt so far apart.
clambering aboard. Heydrich hesitated, confused, uncertain whether Rick or Zero … Laszlo posed the more imminent threat. The explosion lifted the Mercedes off its wheels and into the air, as if it Nine … were a child's jack-in-the-box. Rick's head hit the pavement, and he brought Ilsa was aghast. Why was Rick trying to stop her husband from killing his hands up to shield his face. He caught a glimpse of Ilsa, lying limp against Heydrich? Trying to stop her? 'Rick, no!' she cried. the stone wall. Eight … 'Are you all right?' Rick asked Ilsa. She said nothing. She just stared at him Rick could hear the sound of gunfire as Kubiš and Gabčík opened up on with the most profound sense of disbelief he had ever seen in the eyes of an- the front seat's occupants, and he could hear the groan of the bodyguard as other human being. their shots slammed into him. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and leather 'Why did you do it?' she said bitterly. split. Blood flew. 'Later,' he wheezed. Seven … 'I hate you,' she said. Heydrich wheeled and smashed his gun butt on Rick's head. Rick went Then they were up the stairs and into the street. They piled into the back of down. Heydrich was about to hit him again when Laszlo grabbed him from a waiting produce truck. 'Get down,' advised the padre, 'and stay down.' A the other side. couple of workmen dumped a pile of rotting, discarded lettuce over them, and Six … then the truck started away, slowly, toward Lidice. Rick's hands shot out again, frantically seeking the bomb on the floor. He Huddled together under the cargo, they were locked in each other's arms as knew there wasn't much time left. His hand found Ilsa instead of the bomb. intimately as lovers. Never had they felt so far apart. Five … Shot by Gabčík, the driver's head exploded. Incongruously, his chauffeur's cap blew off his head and flew, spinning over the abutment and into the river, like a child's paper airplane. Four … 'Come on!' Rick shouted, hauling Ilsa to her feet. 13.2 Three … Laszlo had one hand around Heydrich's throat and jammed a gun into his midsection with the other. Heydrich flashed a knife. Two … 'Victor!' cried Ilsa. 'Jump!' Rick screamed. Victor shot Heydrich in the abdomen. Heydrich stabbed Victor through the heart. One … Rick and Ilsa were out of the car, his arms around her, rolling and tum- bling together as fast and as far as they could. 81 82
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