One thing does worry me, though.

But you're a pro. Well, it must be ignorance, sir, because… In other words, we lashed down the safet… It is twenty five thousand miles around… The details are on the sheet. I'd like you to stay on and run it. In a few days when things quiet down. Sei generoso, morto riccio, forte, insom… How soon can you get them here? This was his birthday. Twenty five men, all told. We could all do with a Derek. There must be trouble. Because our blood is German. Then take it, why don't you?