Immediately after seeing Klink drive out in Hoffman's car, Hogan sprang into action.
"Get the prisoners to start a some kind of a riot," Hogan ordered Newkirk.
Newkirk took off.
Hogan started toward Schultz, who was standing just outside Klink's office, but LeBeau stopped him.
"What are you going to do?" LeBeau asked, worried.
"After the prisoners get out of control, I'm going to get Schultz to take me in the sidecar to get Klink back. Then we can take the bomb out of the car once he gets back," Hogan said, hurriedly.
"Why do all that just to save Klink?" Carter asked.
"We have to keep Klink here to save our operation. Besides, he's a nice guy, when it comes right down to it," Hogan explained.
They heard noise from the other end of the compound that indicated the start of the 'riot.'
Hogan reached Schultz, who was just starting to hear the noise.
"Prisoners are rioting, Schultz!" Hogan stated. "We need to get the Kommandant back here right away!"
Schultz looked. "Donnerwetter! Don't worry; I can handle this," he marched over to where the prisoners were fighting. Hogan lagged behind, looking at his watch.
"Stop this rioting! Prisoners! Behave!" Schultz turned to Hogan. "Colonel Hogan!"he whined. "Please tell the prisoners to behave!"
"They won't listen to me, Schultz, Colonel Klink is the only one who can control them with his iron hand," Hogan insisted.
Schultz made a dash for the motorcycle. "I'll get him!"
"Me too," Hogan said, going after Schultz.
Hogan reached the motorcycle first and climbed on. "I'll drive, Schultz."
"I should drive! Besides, why do you need to go with me?" Schultz asked, suspiciously.
"To make sure we get to him on time and that he gets away in time!" Hogan shouted, starting the motor.
"In time?" Schultz went ahead and squeezed into the sidecar.
"Just hang on!" Hogan ordered.
Schultz yelled as Hogan pushed the motorcycle to its limits as he raced out of the gates to catch up with Klink.
Every time Hogan rounded a corner, Schultz nearly flew out.
"Colonel Hoooooooogaaaaann, slow down!" Schultz screamed, as they rounded a tight corner.
"I can't, Schultz!" Hogan yelled over the wind and the scream of the motor.
Schultz was holding on to the side of the motorcycle for dear life as they flew around another corner. "Why not?!"
"I've only got two minutes until the car blows!"
Schultz managed to turn to look at Hogan. "The car is going to blow up?!"
Hogan didn't have time to answer. "There he is!"
Sure enough, a half-muddy staff car was visible not far ahead.
Klink, in the car, saw the motorcycle bearing down upon him in his rear-view mirror and recognized Schultz and Hogan. He pulled over.
Hogan stopped the motorcycle quite aways away before running to the staff car.
"Colonel Klink!" Hogan shouted, as he saw Klink get out of the car to meet him.
"What's going on? Hogan, what are you doing here?" Klink looked past Hogan. "Schultz!"
Hogan grabbed Klink's arm and yanked him away from the car and toward the motorcycle. "C'mon, Klink! We've got ten seconds before that car blows up. Hurry!"
Hogan and Klink sprinted for the motorcycle, but before they could reach it, a blast shook the area. Rocks and flying debris littered the area as Klink dove for the ground, Hogan laying half-way on top of Klink to shield him.
Schultz hit the dirt also as he had scrambled out of the sidecar when the blast happened. Looking up, he noticed Klink trying to get out from under Hogan.
"Hogan, GET OFF! Klink screamed, as he attempted to move. "SCHULTZ!"
Schultz lumbered over, as quickly as a man of his size could. "Colonel Hogan, get up!" But he froze as he saw a trickle of red coming from the back of Hogan's head.
Klink turned over, sending Hogan onto the ground. Schultz crouched beside Hogan and examined his head.
"Schultz, what's the matter?" Klink stopped talking as he noticed what Schultz had noticed: the blood.
"Colonel Hogan," Klink whispered. "Is he okay?" he turned to Schultz.
"I don't know," Schultz said. He looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. "He was probably hit by that," Schultz pointed to a hubcap laying nearby.
Klink reached a tentative hand out and felt for a pulse on Hogan's neck. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a slow but steady pulse. "We have to get him back to the camp infirmary right away," Klink said to Schultz. Looking at the American, he realized that if Hogan hadn't protected him with his body, that would've been Klink laying there instead of his Senior POW officer.
Klink certainly was grateful, and touched. He hadn't realized that Hogan would do something like that for him. But the pompus German Colonel was also confused. Klink didn't know what was going to happen next, and if something bad (worse than what had already taken place) happened to Hogan, he would feel really guilty. He was already feeling some guilt.
Klink gulped with some difficulty as he helped Schultz pick up Hogan to carry him back to the motorcycle.