We'll never forget what you did for us, Duke.
We're standing here because of you, buddy.
- (SIGHS) Sleep well, soldier. - Your brothers-in-arms salute you.
Now, come on guys. I know a little bistro near here. First round's on... Him?
No, it can't be.
Well I'll be... It is you.
- How are you, you old war... - Something I can do for you, bub?
Sorry, pal. Thought you were somebody I knew there for a second,
a guy I served with back in the big one. We're doing our fiftieth.
There's no way you could be old enough.
He sure could have been your father or something.
Yeah, or something.
Well, sorry to have bothered you, pal. You take care now, hear?
Yeah, Ernie. You too.
I'd love to join you at that bistro, but I don't think you'd quite understand.
Guys like him were worth 1, OOO of you, old man. Real red-blooded heroes.
How dare you kick it before I could get my hands on you.
You cheated me, old man. Cheated me of vengeance.
Cheated me of justice. It ain't fair.
You stole the joy of Paris from me forever.
And in 1944 in Paris
there wasn't all that much joy to be had.
I was working for the Intelligence boys at OSS back then,
doing whatever kind of black bag work needed doing.
That night I was taking a quiet little stroll through Montmartre.
Uncle Adolf's goose-stepping goons had the place sealed tight.
Achtung, You on the roof. Surrender immediately.
Come down now or we open fire.
Not a real auspicious beginning.
You have five seconds. Come down now.
Look! Ein Vogel.
Maybe it's an Amerikaner spy.
The night has eyes.
But the eyes of liberty never sleep.
Enter quickly, Monsieur.
Welcome, Monsieur, I am Justine.
Freedom has need of you.
When hasn't it? And the name is Logan.
Time is precious.
Careful, kid.
We ain't alone here.
Your senses are as good as they claim, short stuff.
Happy Sawyer. Am I right?
Captain Sawyer to you, mister. Only my men get to call me Happy.
Yeah, I can see why.
Here, take a look at these. This place is called the Chateau du Mort.
Andre Cocteau, a scientist essential to our side
is being held here by the enemy.
The chateau is on a remote mountain top,
almost inaccessible by normal means.
Your assignment is to get Cocteau out of there or if you can't, to silence him.
- No problem. - Your backup will meet you en route.
Backup? I work solo, pal.
Trust me, Logan. This guy you'll like.
Fine. If that's all, I got me a mountain to tame.
Monsieur, wait.
There is one thing more you should know about Andre Cocteau.
Yeah, what's that?
- He is my father. - Oh, great.
Please be careful.
Petite, careful's my middle name.
Sure, I didn't feel any better about the job than she did,
but a lot of getting through a war is pretending.
Halt.
You should have thought of that before you broke curfew.
Hey!
Filthy Schwein. We will...
Yeah? You and what army?
Okay, stupid question.
Hey, what's wrong, punks? Run out of kids to rough up?
Need a little help, friend?
Put him down like the dog he is.
Better men than you have tried and all of them have failed.
- Guess we made our point. - But our job isn't done.
Here, son. I believe this is yours.
- If I have anything to say about it. - That'll bring reinforcements.
- Better make ourselves scarce. - Agreed.
By the way, if you're Logan, I'm your backup. I'm Captain America.
Really? I never would have guessed.
I couldn't believe it. Mister USA, rubber suit and all.
Sawyer was right, this partner I liked.
Intelligence was accurate. The place is sealed tight.
We'll need a can opener to get inside.
No can opener, but these might do.
Handy little gimmick. Still, this climb won't be easy.
Hey, if it was easy, anyone could do it.
I like your style.
Wish I could say the same.
Where'd you get that star-spangled monkey suit?
Fatigues would be a lot less obvious.
But I'm more than just a soldier, Logan.
This costume makes me a living symbol of everything we're fighting for.
A symbol of pride, of hope.
You wouldn't catch me in something like that. It's gotta itch.
(GRUNTING) We're up. Next step is in.
Looks like it's going to be clear... Hey!
- You were saying? - You know, these things ain't half bad.
Try this one. Smells like fear.
(STAMMERS) Who are you?
We're friends, Professor. We've come to take you out of here.
Better hustle before any more of your buddies wander in.
No, I cannot. Please, leave me alone.
Come on, Professor. Your daughter is waiting to see you again.
There's no need to be frightened. It's our job to keep you safe.
No, you do not understand. You must leave me here before...
- We got no time to argue. - What did you do to him?
Just something I learned before the war. Don't worry. He'll be fine.
What... What happened?
Sorry, but it was for your own good. We're getting you out of here before...
Not again.
- Please, just go. - Not without you.
We've only got seconds before this whole place is crawling with...
Guess again. You goons want the Prof back, you got to come through us.
Forget it, Logan. We can't risk them harming the Professor.
I'd just like to get my hands on whoever set off that lousy alarm.
But you've already had your chance, little man.
Who the...
Red Skull, you butcher.
My dear Kapitän.
You flatter me. Thank you for setting off that alarm, Professor.
You are truly a credit to our cause.
I don't know why you ratted on us, Cocteau,
but I sure wanted five minutes alone with you
to show you what I thought about it.
Fascinating toy, this.
I've always wanted to see if it truly is as indestructible as they say.
Perhaps later we shall find out.
Red Skull, wait. What about Cocteau?
Forget him, Kapitän. He is one of us now.
And you have more immediate concerns.
(GRUNTING) We don't have much time to get out of here.
- Any bright ideas how? - If only I had my shield.
Oh, is that all? No sweat.
I've had a harder time opening cans of tuna, pal.
Better get ready, glory boy. Here goes nothing.
Guess that makes us even.
- You know what I like about this setup? - Do tell.
The odds are about a hundred to one against us.
They don't have a chance.
How are you progressing, Herr Professor?
The prototype sleeper robot will be ready for testing
in a matter of hours, Monsieur Skull.
Convincing you to join our cause is perhaps my greatest triumph.
And to think I once doubted your loyalty.
Seems we underestimated the good doctor.
- You again. - You two do this often?
Yah, but this will be the last time.
Get rid of them.
Bad idea, goose-steppers.
Logan, I think you actually enjoy this.
Enough. I will tolerate no more.
Who gave you a choice?
You handle the rest. The Red Skull is mine.
This day has been too long in coming.
Herr Professor, the control, schnell.
- Monsieur Skull... - Professor.
Fool! Must I do everything myself?
You were curious about Dr. Cocteau's work, Kapitän.
The Sleeper has awakened.
The Sleeper, eh? Looks more like a nightmare.
Move!
Now it's my turn.
- Yo, Cap. - Done.
The bigger they come...
Come, Herr Professor. It is time to take our leave.
No! You won't get away again, Skull.
No!
- Tit for tat, glory boy. - Thanks, but we're not done yet.
(GRUNTS) Any sign of him?
There.
Come on.
No!
Farewell, Herr Kapitän. Until we meet again.
I promise you, Skull. There will be a next time.
- Hey, Cap, you and the Canuck okay? - Good as can be expected, Sarge.
Thanks for the timely assist.
You couldn't have picked a better time to hit the chateau.
Well, that's one base Uncle Adolf's brain trust won't be using again.
What are you two so happy about? From where I stand, our mission failed.
We were supposed to get Cocteau.
Instead, we lose the little rat and the Skull.
Logan, their robot project has been shut down. A major lab is destroyed.
- We take what we can get in this war. - Yeah, well my war ain't over
until I find Cocteau and make him pay for betraying us.
I never saw you again. And now I never will.
How could they bury a back-stabber like you on this hallowed ground?
Because sadly, mon ami, you do not know the whole story.
Justine?
- Oh, the years have been kind to you. - And to you, petite.
- It is good to see you again, Logan. - I don't know why.
It's been over 50 years
and all I can think about is getting back at your father.
I understand. So did he.
- Sadly it was his duty to betray you. - What?
My father was no traitor, but a carefully placed double agent
- working for the allies. - But if he was on our side
why were we sent to rescue him? To risk our lives.
To make his defection appear more convincing, mon ami.
Thanks to your failed rescue, my father worked behind enemy lines
for the rest of the war, sabotaging their research.
He delayed completion of their V2 rockets.
He helped stop their atomic bomb.
In his own way, he helped us win the war.
- Oh, I don't know what to say. - They were terrible times, mon ami.
We all played different roles.
Thank you for playing your part.
Now, come I know of a little bistro near here.
We can dine and remember old times.
Sounds great, petite. Just give me a moment.
Something I got to do first.
Come on, I think it's time we drank us a toast to your old man's memory.
You are a fool to confront me, Jean!
Even with Xavier's help!
Now I shall make both of you feel the cold helplessness
of astral plane exile!
When we are done here, I shall emerge in your world, Charles,
using your body to spread chaos throughout a planet you long to heal!
You shall be forever frozen in emptiness!