Meanwhile, in a Gestapo cell…

"I hope Papa Bear's found Anna, someone needs to take care of her." Liesel Hammerstein let more tears flow as she sat beside her husband in the Gestapo prison. Just after she'd hidden her little Anna in a bush, feeling like she could relate to the mother of the baby Moses, she and Konrad had been found and captured. Miraculously, the baby never cried.

"We'll get back to her, liebe," Konrad said softly, sniffling as his own tears welled up and fell while he heled his wife to his chest. "Lord, wherever our little liebling is, please let her be all right, and please let us all be reunited, safe and sound. In Christ's name, amen."

"Amen," Liesel echoed, her voice carrying to the walls of the lonely cell and rebounding back, and she hoped God was listening well.

Back to Stalag 13…

Newkirk had just had the "pleasant" experience of LeBeau teaching him how to change a diaper. Now Anna was in his lap just as Schultz entered the barracks. Quickly, Newkirk bent forward just enough to hide the baby, thankful that he was already sitting down at the table.

"Gin!" he called out triumphantly, and LeBeau caught on to his game.

"You always cheat, I am sure I was the real winner this time!" the small Frenchman insisted.

Schultz cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. "Gambling in the barracks?" he demanded, fixing his gaze on Hogan. "Colonel Hogan, that is against regulations." His tone was slightly pleading, because sometimes he was a little overwhelmed by all the little antics he had to know "nothing" about.

"Look at the table, Schultz," Hogan told him. "What do you see?"

Schultz eyed the senior POW officer quizzically. "Cards… Colonel Hogan, was ist…"

"Exactly, Schultz, you see cards," Hogan interrupted. "Now, what don't you see?"

"Let me guess… I see nothing?" Schultz asked miserably.

"What you don't see," Hogan told him, standing up and gesturing to Newkirk and LeBeau's "innocent" game, "is money. Without money, how can it be gambling?"

"Well, I guess that is true…"

Everything was going to be fine until Anna decided that this would be an ideal moment to start crying. Schultz' eyes traveled to Newkirk's direction. "Corporal Newkirk, please tell me that I did not hear what I think I just heard."

"Oh, ah… that was just me stomach growlin', Schultz," Newkirk quickly piped up, hoping Anna was quiet down because he couldn't exactly sing to her with the sergeant around. "I suppose it's about time for lunch."

Sadly, Schultz was not fooled this time. "Uh-huh…" he murmured, walking over to the English corporal and eyeing the baby in his lap. The German sergeant's eyes widened to about three times their normal size when he saw Anna.

"That is it!" he declared, eliciting winces and groans from the prisoners. "I can overlook a lot of things, but this! This is going too far, Corporal Newkirk, simply too far! I'm sorry, but I must report this to the Kommandant!" Under his breath he muttered, "A baby in the barracks. Who knows what else those prisoners will smuggle in? I don't even want to know…"

Schultz was just about to head to Klink's office when Hogan tugged on his sleeve. "Please, Schultz, just hear us out for a minute, okay?" the American beseeched him. "We have a very good explanation for this,"

Schultz frowned, his jawline set hard. But Hogan knew that resilience wouldn't last long.

"You have kids, don'tchya, Schultz?" Hogan took the baby from Newkirk, causing her to whimper a little. "It's okay, baby, we're not gonna hurt you. This is Uncle Schultz, Anna."

"She has a name?"

Hogan looked at LeBeau, who rummaged through his belongings until he found a harmonica. He began to play a soft, dreary tune as the Colonel spoke. "Imagine that you're an American, but you're loyal to the German cause; you work as a spy for the Germans, but your wife has just had a baby. You can't let her stay with you, not with the Gestapo on your trail mistaking you for a traitor or an Allied soldier. So, with a heavy heart and tears in your eyes, you have to let your little princess stay with someone else until you can secure a safe lodging in Switzerland."

Schultz was beginning to sniffle, and Hogan looked at LeBeau, nodding for him to continue on with his little dirge as the tragic story went on: "The only safe place in Germany you can think of would be a POW camp; the Axis won't attack it because some of their soldiers are there. The Allies won't attack it because some of their soldiers are there. And the most unlikely place for anybody to find your precious little angel? In the care of Allied prisoners of war. So until you can find a safe place to raise her at, you have to entrust your innocent child into the hands of the enemy." He placed dramatic emphasis on the last sentence and LeBeau finished his song with one long, doleful note.

Schultz was tearing up now. "Please, Colonel Hogan, that is enough! I will not report this little angel to Colonel Klink! My lips are sealed, I swear it! But… how did you learn all this?"

Hogan gave the German sergeant a mischievous smile. "Do you really wanna know, Schultz?"

Schultz drew in a sharp breath and headed for the door. "No, I want to know nothing! I saw nothing, I heard nothing!" He left in a flurry and the prisoners laughed. Hogan handed Anna to Newkirk and immediately she was happy again.

"Well, we got Schultz off our case, all we've got to do is find Anna's parents." Hogan thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. "Of course! I know how we'll get her back! But we won't be the one to deliver her to her parents."

Newkirk's face fell. "Well, then, who will?"

"Why, Sergeant Schultz, of course."