All language subtitles for Force 10 From Navarone (1978) UK sNL .en

Deep in the heart of the Aegean

lies the island of Navarone.

In 1943, it stood like
a thorn in the Allied side.

Newly designed radar-controlled guns,

set deep in the heart of the ancient rock,

gave the German High Command
total strategic dominance.

Air strikes and naval attacks
had proven costly and ineffective.

In desperation, the Allies
turned to infiltration.

On the night of September the 24th,

a specially trained commando group
succeeded in penetrating

the very heart of the gun complex,

planted high explosives at the base
of the giant shell hoists,

then withdrew to await rescue
by ships of the Royal Navy.

- Reduce speed, number one.
- Aye, aye, sir. Down 50 revs.

Feuer!

Move! Move!

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!
Move it, move it, move it, move it!

Come on!

Regulations state, sir,

that in the absence of
bacon, ham, et cetera,

the Acting Catering Officer,
that's you, sir,

shall authorise, once per week,

- the issue of offal.
- Offal?

Offal, sir, is, er...
kidneys, liver, tongue, brains...

Well, I'll be damned!

- Milly, how nice to see you!
- Hello, sir.

- Whatever are you doing here?
- Well, I've no idea.

I'm reporting to Commander Jensen.

I gather that you've been
hurling yourself over the White Cliffs.

- How's the leg?
- Well, it's still in the same place.

I thought they'd pension you off for good.

You still peddling
those whizbangs of yours?

Oh, yes, we've got things that go
boom in the night for all occasions.

I've been working on a new
type of detonator recently.

- Might be quite interesting...
- Excuse me, sir.

We can't keep Commander Jensen waiting.

- Right.
- Er.., we'll have a quiet pint later on.

He'd like to see you too, sir.
Together.

Corporal, put that in my office, will you?

Ah, Mallory.

Oh, take a pew. How's the leg?

- And, er... Miller, isn't it?
- Sir.

Hear you've been attached
to Winston's toy shop.

"Department of Dirty Tricks",
as those Whitehall chaps call it.

- Yes, sir.
- Well, they speak very well of you.

Right. Need you chaps
for something rather special.

I'm afraid it's not exactly
a masterpiece, but, er...

I wonder if you can identify this fellow.

Think back to Navarone.

I'd rather not, sir.

Nicolai?

Yes. Let you down a bit, didn't he?

But what about him?

Andrea's people had him shot
as a traitor, didn't they?

Yes, so we were told.

In fact, he escaped.

And he wasn't a traitor.
He was a first-class German agent,

who we believe is operating now
somewhere in Yugoslavia

with the Partisans,

posing as one Captain Lescovar.

Now, you both knew Nicolai.

In fact, you're the only people we know of

can make a positive identification.

So...

I'd like you to go out there and cope.

Cope, sir?

Kill him.

Discreetly, if possible.

Ah, but, um...
I'm a civilian now, sir.

Yes, we thought about that.

So you've been recalled to
the colours, then promoted.

Staff sergeant.

Awfully generous, sir.

Exactly how do we get there?

We're tacking you onto Force 10.

That's the code name for an operation
for the Allied mission in Yugoslavia.

Excuse me, sir.
What's their objective?

It's being treated on a
need-to-know basis, and, er...

you don't need to know.

Ah, Barnsby, come in.

- Sir?
- Colonel.

Force 10 flies out tonight.

Oh, that's all right.
Taking these bods with you.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Well, it's a matter of transportation.
So you've got a couple of passengers.

Just a sideshow, really.
This is Major Mallory, Sergeant Miller.

Lieutenant Colonel Barnsby.

Sir, my mission is all set.

It's been planned down to the last detail.

The last thing we need are
a couple of passengers.

Major Mallory does have a certain
amount of experience.

I wouldn't doubt it.

We're talking about
some hard travelling, sir.

We've gotta move fast. My men are
all young, and in top physical shape.

They're specially trained
for this mission.

I'm aware of that.

Sir, I am concerned about the safety
of my command.

Now, these chaps have got
a job to do as well.

And it's up to you to deliver them
safely to the Partisans.

You leave for Italy, 2300 hours,

and you take off for Yugoslavia
the following night.

Very well, sir.

Thank you. That's all, gentlemen.

Well, we'll do our best not to
make a nuisance of ourselves, Colonel.

All right, enough!

I thought we were going to an airfield?

From what I've observed
of Colonel Barnsby,

we might be going to Yugoslavia
by walking on water.

All right, it's right along here.
Slow down, Nolan.

Stop it.

Nolan, kill the lights.
All right, out!

Oberstein, Reynolds, the fence.

Gonna miss your plane
unless you join us now, Major.

Remarkable way of getting on
an aircraft. Don't you think so, Milly?

Oh, well, nothing's ever easy, is it?

Well, it's not easy if you insist on
climbing through fences in the dark

when there's a perfectly good gate
half a mile up the road.

Anything we can do to help, Colonel?

Yeah, you can keep quiet
and out of the way, Major.

I don't have a whole lot of time
for explanations, Major,

but one of the many things
that you don't know

is that the last three Allied missions
into Yugoslavia

were blown right here in Italy.

So this time when we fly out, we're
not advertising the fact to anybody.

Holy cow, will you look at those guys?

They're stealing half the field.

All right, hold it.

Wait for me.

Okay, men, let's go!

- Blake, take care of Rastus there.
- Yes, sir!

Okay, fellas, freeze.

Back off. Come on, get back.

And you. Back, back.

Bill, Eddie, fetch those other guys
out of there.

- What's your name, kid?
- Walter.

What's yours?

Well, it sure in the hell ain't Rastus.

Walter.

Good evening.

Major, move!

- You two guys officers?
- More or less, yes.

We're very much obliged to you, Sergeant.

- Weaver.
- Oh, Sergeant Weaver. Yes, thank you.

US Army Medical Corps.

Hey, but, sir!

All set, Colonel.

- Still stuff outside, Morse?
- Yeah.

- Okay, Oberstein?
- Fine.

Hey, sir!

Where's Nolan?

I think you can take it
he won't be joining us.

Okay, let's go.

You miserable son of a bitch!
I saved your asses back there,

and you guys go runnin' out on me.

Hey, who is this guy?
Get out of here!

Hey, man, don't push!
Don't push me!

- Look, you...
- I think it's a bit late for that now.

Look, you just shouldn't have
left me there.

I saved you bums.

Well, we didn't think you'd like
where we're going.

You let me worry about that, huh?

The guy's really gonna melt
into the landscape.

Yeah, them Partisans are gonna think
they've been invaded by Zulus!

Well, you are one man short.

Well, Nolan can handle a chute, at least.

- Can you handle a chute?
- I can learn on the job.

That's right, you learn on the way down.

Well, I'd better go tell the Colonel
we got us another passenger.

So sorry.

I was rather hoping we'd lost that.

Oh, you never know.
It might come in useful.

Hey, hey, whaddaya got in there?

My pyjamas.

Looks like high-explosive pyjamas to me.

But not to worry, old boy.
Been handling this stuff

ever since I blew up the nursery
with my first chemistry set.

Poor old nanny.

We got company.

Achtung! Achtung!
Lancaster halb zehn!

Cut two!

Reynolds, bale out!

Jump!

Go!

Come on, move it!

Come on, get out!

Come on, move!

Come on!

Vorwarts! Ausbreichen!

Vorwarts! Ausbreichen!

Mallory.

Okay.

- Seen any of the others?
- Not yet. Get down.

Come on.

- Okay, Reynolds?
- Yeah.

Where's your Sergeant Miller?

How the hell did he get here?

You let him on the plane?

I think he more or less invited himself.

Where'd you learn
to handle a knife like that?

Harvard University, man.

You don't call him "man".

You call him "sir", and you call me "sir".

As long as you're here,
you do as you're told.

Is that understood, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Gotta get out of here
before that patrol comes back.

Lieutenant Reynolds,
you take the point with me.

Sergeant Weaver, you bring up the rear.

And everybody keep up.
All right, let's go.

Organised young gentleman, isn't he?

- Any idea where we are, Colonel?
- Not a hell of a lot, no.

But if we keep going east, we'll
end up where we're supposed to.

How the hell did we manage to
get stuck with those two clowns?

I don't know, Doug.
Some idiot at British HQ.

Come along, gentlemen.
It's not teatime yet.

Do you think that young man has
any idea where we are, Milly?

- No, I shouldn't think so.
- Shouldn't think so, either.

I'll go and try and find out.

Yes, why don't you do that?

Excuse me, Colonel.

You any idea where we are?

Yeah, I've got a good idea
where we are, Major.

And how long it's gonna take us
to get there, if you two can't keep up.

All right, let's move it!

You know, this is
really beautiful country.

Yes, marvellous.

Rather like the Scottish Highlands.

- Do you know Scotland?
- No.

Yes. I've often thought
that I'd rather like

to settle down there someday.

Looks like you're gonna have
to change your plans.

Take it easy.

Captain Drazak.

17th Partisan Regiment.

- Morning, Captain.
- Welcome, welcome!

Thank you, Captain Drazak.

They frightened you with bandages, huh?

Without bandages, you...

German, how you say, "Flammenwerfer"?

You say "flamethrower".

Ja, ja, flamethrower!
Pssssssh!

Hello! Hello!

How do you do?

- This is Maritza, good soldier comrade.
- Zdravo.

- How do you do, good soldier comrade?
- Zdravo.

Hello, Blackie.

Maybe it comes off now, Maritza.

Back off, soldier.

I make big joke...

butjoke on me.

Good, Blackie. Come, we go.
We eat with our comrades.

We make friends, and drink.
Then we fight the Germans.

Come.

Come, we go.

Where'd you learn to
punch like that? Harvard?

No, Harlem. Colonel?

Look, I'm not trying to get
anybody killed, least of all me.

- But that big idiot back there started it.
- Just watch yourself, soldier.

- How's the leg today, Major?
- Oh, it's very much better, thank you, Colonel.

Good, good. Well, looks like
things may work out after all, huh?

Well, perhaps Miller and I can still
carry out our little sideshow.

Sorry about Force 10.

I mean, you're down to
two men, aren't you?

Of course, I don't know
what your mission was,

but obviously it just isn't
on now, is it, Colonel?

Ludi Amerikanci! Ludi!

Looks rather like your own youngster,
doesn't he?

You really think so?

My friends, come.

Come, we eat.

We are Chetniks,

not stinking Partisans.

We hunt Allied commandos like wild pigs!

We work with Germans.
They are our friends.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Major Schroeder, 11th Army Corps.

How do you do, Major?
Delighted to meet you.

We thought all these people
were Partisans.

Of all the luck, eh, Barnsby?

Sure.

Chetniks? Who would have
believed that?

The other three Allied missions
that fell into our hands

were not quite so happy about it
as you appear to be.

No, I'm not surprised, sir.

But, you see, we're not commandos.

We're deserters.

- Ah, deserters?
- Ha!

Give them to me, Major.
We kill them now.

You see, we were
in a prison camp in Termoli.

We escaped.

Managed to steal a plane.
Flew here, RAF Lancaster.

Were attacked, hit, baled out,

andlanded in your territory, thank God.

Fascinating.

Tell me, why exactly did you desert?

Well, now, I'm glad you asked that.

Yes.

Well, I am afraid
that is rather a long story.

Oh, please, you must not
be afraid of boring me.

Have you ever heard of penicillin?

No.

No? Well, I'm not surprised.
It's a new development.

It's a drug that prevents wounds
from becoming infected.

It cures a whole range of infections,
as a matter of fact,

including some of the nastier
social diseases.

Naturally, it's become one of the most
sought-after items on the black market.

Our friend here, Sergeant Weaver
of the American Medical Corps,

was our supplier.

You are saying you stole these drugs
from the Army to sell to civilians?

Well, notjust civilians, Major.
We'd sell it back to the Army.

Any army.

Ah, ja, I see.

Ah, tell me, what has all this to do with
that suitcase that you keep looking at?

Well, that suitcase
is full of our penicillin.

Oh, indeed. Perhaps
I could see some of it?

Certainly, Major.

Open it, Miller.

You can't do that here, sir,
you'd ruin the lot.

Well, you know perfectly well that
any contamination will destroy it.

It's got to be opened
under laboratory conditions.

Besides, there's nearly half a million
pounds' worth of stuff in here.

I know all that,

but the Major's not
interested in our penicillin.

He only wants to know
if we're telling the truth.

Anyway, what's the use of a half
a million pounds to you out here?

Yes, well, that's beside
the point, sir, but, er...

I'm not going to open it.

Our story doesn't seem
to convince you, Major.

No, it does not.

Well, that's up to you, Major,

but every word that he's told you is true.

If you don't believe it,

you can check with your own
intelligence people in Italy.

They'll verify the entire story.

Oh, I shall certainly verify your story.

Every word of it.

Get in, scum!

Cute story, Major, very cute.

Now, what happens
when they open the suitcase?

I should think we'll all get shot.
Don't you, Colonel?

Headquarters acknowledge
your signal, Herr Major.

Thank you, Bauer.

Maritza?

What do you think?

They're lying.

What does it matter, anyway?

Kill them.

Ja, you are probably right.

Do you know what I was thinking?

After the war, a million dollars.

You, a simple peasant girl from where?

I can never pronounce the name
of the place you come from.

With so much money, we could...

They're lying.

Kill them.

Raus! Raus! Raus!

Out! Get out.

Rechts, um!

Vorwarts, marsch!

Links, rechts, links...

Halt!

What did I tell you?

Well, at least we got
a good night's sleep.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Our intelligence...

confirms your escape from Italy.

You, and you, follow me, please.

Your escape from Italy is one thing.

The rest of your story is something else.

I, er.., had time to sleep on it.

And so this morning,
you know what I did, hmm?

I opened the suitcase.

Maritza!

And what do you think I found?

Firewood.

Well, what do you expect?

We buried that stuff before
your Chetniks picked us up.

We're not that stupid, Schroeder.

It's the only thing
we've got to bargain with.

Ja. That is what
I thought you would say.

But I don't believe you.
I think you're lying.

You know they're lying. Why don't
you let Drazak get rid of them?

Gently, Maritza.

I don't believe your
so-called penicillin exists,

but itjust might.

So I will let you go and dig it up for me.

And if we do, you'll shoot us
and bury us in the same hole.

I shall certainly shoot you if you don't.

Well, gentlemen, the choice is yours.

What I can't figure is how
the firewood got in the case, huh?

Neither can I.

Don't know where we're gonna find any
spare penicillin around here, do you?

Well, what are we gonna do,
for Christ's sake?

Keep walking until we reach the Adriatic?

Don't think the iron maiden's
going let us get that far.

Halt!

What did I tell you?

We are three miles past the spot
where you were picked up.

Well? Where is
this wonderful treasure?

In your imagination?

No, ma'am, it's not in our imagination.

Ijust think it's a bit further on,
don't you, Colonel?

Yes, it is. It's.., well,
I mean, it's not much further than this.

It's hard to tell, though.
The whole country looks alike.

You will start digging
within five minutes.

Well, um...

What if we haven't found it
in five minutes?

Then you will be digging your graves.

Hey, Colonel.

Wait a minute, now this looks familiar.

Isn't this our little hollow down here?

Er.., yes, yes, I think it is.

Er... I remember this, er...
this knoll over here.

Ma'am, this is it.
I think this is it. Er...

- And this knoll over here?
- Right.

You see, comrade, we lined it up
between them...

There you are!

- There's our pile of stones.
- Right.

Gotta get them closer
and we use the spades.

Take the two that are closest to you,

and I'll take the other one and the broad.

I'm gonna get them closer now, okay?

Fritz. Fritz, come! It's here.

- Ready?
- Right.

You can get up now. They're dead.

I'm the one who puts firewood
in people's cases,

and hides their high explosives.

Don't sit there gawping.

Get out of here.
Keep moving in that direction.

Try to find Petrovitch's Partisans.

Now, go.

Excuse me, good comrade soldier, but...

exactly what story are you
gonna tell Schroeder about all this?

You took us by surprise.

You got away.

Here, hit me.

Did you expect me to go back there
with my hair combed?

Hit me.

Well, all right. I'm sorry.

Harder.

Come on, Colonel.

I hope that man Schroeder
believes that girl's story.

Yeah, if he doesn't believe her,

he'd better think twice
about calling her a liar.

What about Miller and Reynolds?

What about them, Colonel?

Yes.

I suppose they...

Let's move it.

Do you have the feeling
we're being followed?

Yeah. About the last ten minutes.

Next time, you can play the corpse.

Yeah, you seem pretty good
with that thing, though.

- Could have been luck.
- Uh-huh.

- Germans?
- Yes, or Drazak, I suppose.

Partisans, thank God.

Good morning.

Good morning!

What's the matter with him?

- We've been looking for you people.
- Be quiet.

You will make your report
to Major Petrovitch.

- I think we've run into bad company, Colonel.
- Yeah?

Yes, the leader.

- What about him?
- Afraid I know him.

- Nicolai.
- Who the hell is Nicolai?

It's Nicolai Lescovar.

The man I was sent to kill.

The dam. If it's the one I think it is.
I know where we are.

So do I. Right in it.

Do you think he's recognised you?

Yes, I think so.

Lieutenant Colonel Barnsby,
United States Rangers.

Major Mallory, sir.

You got away from the Germans.

How?

We escaped.

Captain Lescovar
has his doubts about that.

If you escaped, why were
the Germans not pursuing you?

We observed you for five miles
before we picked you up.

Well, then you should've observed that

we killed the two Chetniks
that were following us.

- The men with the bandaged faces.
- Exactly.

Hardly a cause for congratulation.
Those two men were Partisans.

Comrades of ours whom we had
infiltrated into the Chetnik camp,

so now all links with our agent there
are broken, thanks to you.

I'm sorry.

The fact remains, however, sir,
that we're Allied officers.

There's no reason
we should be treated this way.

I'm here in command of Force 10,
and I insist that we be allowed

to contact the Allied mission
at Marshal Tito's headquarters.

I'm sure London informed you.

We are informed of many things by London.

Very few of them ever seem to materialise.

However, you are right.

I was informed of your mission.

Personally, I doubt if it
was ever a practical one,

but now that you are here without
equipment, the question is academic.

And you, Major, you came here
as an observer, perhaps?

No, sir.

I was charged with a mission of my own.

It's confidential.

Ah, confidential! Mmm!

Sometimes I get the impression

that London looks on
this theatre of operations

as a convenient place for conducting
what they call "war games".

- May I speak to you personally, sir?
- You are speaking to me personally.

- I mean alone.
- No.

The People's Army does not conduct
military business in secret.

Very well, sir.

I was sent here to identify a
German agent, code name Nicolai.

We are reliably informed

that he has infiltrated the People's
Resistance Army, and is now known...

as Captain Lescovar.

And having identified this man,
what were your further orders?

I was to eliminate him, sir.

- Eliminate. Don't you mean kill?
- Yes, sir. I do mean kill.

Do you hear that, Lescovar?

The gentleman from London
wants us to shoot you.

I'm sorry, Major.

I must admit you are indeed partly right.

There was an agent named Nicolai

operating somewhere south of here,
and also calling himself Lescovar.

But he was identified many months ago.

And eliminated.

The British were informed.

- But London were very specific, sir.
- Yes, they frequently are specific,

and just as frequently wrong.

Lieutenant Marko, see that these gentlemen

give you a full report on their
activities in the Chetnik camp.

A specific report.

Well, Captain, I guess we owe you
a bit of an apology, don't we?

Well, it happens. We all
get badly briefed sometimes.

Wish we'd been briefed about
the men with the bandages.

Replaced them with a couple of
your own, huh? That's a good trick.

They were messengers to
our agent at Schroeder's headquarters.

Is your agent small, dark,

pretty, beautiful grey eyes,
and shoots from the hip?

You mean Maritza?

Yes.

She took a big chance for us.

She isn't Petrovitch's daughter
for nothing.

We hold this end of the bridge.

Over there, the Germans are
preparing for the final attack.

We have been ordered to prevent
them crossing at all costs.

What exactly do they have over there?

Three divisions, perhaps more.
We hold a brigade here.

Soon they'll bring up tanks, then...

Why haven't you blown the bridge already?

We have tried several times.

Each time we lost valuable men.

Major Petrovitch has decided
it is impractical.

Well, he's wrong about that, Captain.

There's no bridge in the world
that can't be blown.

That's what Force 10 was here to prove.

I told you before, you have no men,
you have no equipment.

Look, I can radio London
for more equipment.

All you have to do is
get me an airstrip operational.

- Have you anything else to suggest?
- Yes.

Give me twenty of your men,
and I can blow that bridge to hell.

You mean you can blow twenty
of my men to hell, for nothing!

That bridge is indestructible.

Excuse me, sir, you don't need twenty men.

- You need Miller.
- Miller?

He's an expert with explosives, sir.

Probably the best in England.

- Ah, this Miller is in England?
- No, sir.

- Prisoner in the Chetnik camp.
- Then he's already dead.

Not necessarily, Major.

I refuse to mount a full-scale operation
just to find out, Colonel.

I need every single man I've got here now.

Sir, we don't need to mount
a full-scale operation.

Just give us two men.

These officers are from Headquarters.
They're here to interrogate you.

You reported five prisoners, Major.

Ja...

Two of them, er...
tried to escape.

They were shot.

Major Schroeder is in the armoury,
and I have told you before:

this area is out of bounds to all
of you people, except Captain Drazak.

Now, kindly remove yourselves immediately,

and, if you can read, which I doubt,
take a look at standing orders.

There!

You have made me burn the milk.

Sergeant, let it burn.

Open up!

Prisoners. For Major Schroeder.

You see, my colleague does not
believe you are deserters.

- The prisoners, sir.
- What prisoners?

I thought you said these men
had been shot?

Hande hoch!

Right, gentlemen, shall we go?

No!

This is not correct.

Quick. Miller!

Bring him. Open it.

- Go.
- Marko.

Partisan bitch!

Always so kind to the men with burns.

But they have no burns.

The three Germans
with the prisoners that escaped,

all shot in the back with machine pistols.

You killed them.

Kapetane Drazak!

Good. Give me the hat.

Open! Open up!

Open!

Open!

Milly.

Weaver, don't just stand there
gawking like an idiot.

Let's get this truck moving.

She okay?

Well, we'll drive as carefully as we can.

Hey, you.

- I don't like the way you talk.
- You what?

I said, I don't like
the way you talk to me.

And this truck doesn't move
till somebody tells me

what the hell's going on around here.

Now, look, you...

Look, you big-time officers
have shafted me twice.

You tried to dump me back in Italy.

You ran out on me
back there with the Krauts.

You expect me to drive you around
like some goddamn Tom chauffeur.

Nobody tells me anything!

You don't even tell me what
the hell's going on around here.

I don't believe this.

Excuse me, er... Sergeant Weaver,

but is your trouble that
you want to be part of the team?

I don't wanna be a part
of any lousy team, Major.

I just want some equal consideration.

Well, I don't think you're
going to get equal consideration

from those people back there.
Do you?

I don't care if they're the US Cavalry.

Nobody moves until somebody
tells me what you're planning to do.

We're going to blow up a bridge.

A bridge?

Now, whose bridge?
Not me, buddy. I'm blowin' up nothin'.

We are going to help the Partisans
blow up a bridge,

and then, if we're very lucky,
we can all go home.

- Is that a fact?
- That's the general idea, Sergeant.

- That's why we came back for Miller here.
- Yeah, Miller.

You didn't give a mother-hunch
about me, did you?

You came back for Miller, but you
didn't come back for me, did you?

No, we didn't.

Well, that's the first straight answer
you've given me.

I think the major's got a point, Colonel.

They do look kind of mean, don't they?

Well, then, don'tjust stand there
gaping like an idiot, Weaver.

- Get in there and drive the truck!
- All right.

We'll have to do this another way.

Get away from the truck!

Wait for my signal.

Useful little insect, isn't he?

- Keep an eye on 'em, Marko.
- Miller, you are an incurable show-off.

Don't knock it, Major. Don't knock it.

So now it works, huh, Sergeant?

Well, these babies are
a little temperamental sometimes.

Like me.

Lescovar's confirmed my signals
got through to London.

Do you like that chap?

- Who's that, Lescovar?
- Yeah.

Haven't thought anything about him.

- Knows his job, I suppose.
- Yes, he does, doesn't he?

All right, Sergeant?

What do you think?
Pretty straightforward, isn't it?

Well, no, not exactly.

In fact, not by a long chalk.

No, I'd say you're flogging
a dead horse there, old man.

- What are you trying to tell me, Sergeant?
- Want to take a look?

Are you kidding?
I know every inch of that bridge.

Oh, yeah?

Ah, well, in that case, you'll have noticed
how it's built into the living rock.

And how those main pilings
are not just ferroconcrete,

but 20 feet thick and twice as deep.
That's not forgetting that the spans are...

Look, I told you, London's dropping
the same stuff we had before.

Yes, I know what you're getting, old boy.

Bags of equipment, but it's not
gonna be enough, you know.

- What do you mean, not enough?
- Well, you mightjust bend it a little,

burn the paintwork
here and there, you know.

But nothing that would seriously
inconvenience the Jerries, I'd have thought.

Now, look. Our experts have
been studying that bridge for weeks,

and they say it'll blow.

I don't know where you learned yourjob,

but I'm talking about the best
construction engineers in the business.

Yes. Well, they're probably
experts at building things,

whereas I'm an expert at blowing them up.

And you can take it from me that
one would need a good eight hours

to make a decentjob of that bridge.

Eight hours?

Assuming, of course, that Jerry's
kind enough to leave us in peace.

- And maybe provide a few working lights.
- Miller.

You've seen those searchlights, have you?

- Yes, well, I should...
- Miller.

Sir.

I think you've made your technical point.

Many thanks, sir.

Well, if I weren't absolutely
sure of my facts,

I wouldn't be telling you this now.

And you do understand, sir,
I'm not exaggerating.

Miller, what would happen
to the bridge if that central arch

was suddenly hit
by several million tons of water?

- Water?
- Water?

I think we've been talking
about the wrong target.

Remember that dam we passed
just up around the bend?

Dam?
What kind of a dam? Where is it?

It's about two and a half
miles up the river.

But, my dear chap,
why didn't you say so before?

Oh, I could do a tremendous job
on a dam, yes.

See, with a dam, you've got your
natural elements working for you.

Yes, it's like having an enormous bath.
All you've got to do is pull the plug.

Thank you.

Come along, gentlemen.

As a technician, I just thought you
might be interested in that dam, Milly.

Now, get them outside
for the dropping zone...

So the RAF drops the stuff,
and we blow the dam, right?

Right.

Is it anything like Boulder Dam?
Now, that baby's big, man.

I wouldn't know, old boy.

How often have you used this
as a dropping zone?

Never.

The Germans see to that.

We have to keep moving around.

Makes sense.

You think those two guys know
anything about blowing a dam?

Oh, no, I shouldn't think
they've got a clue.

But never mind, old Weaver,

we sergeants will see them through,
as usual.

- Right.
- Ah, hello.

Ought you to be out and about yet?
It's jolly cold.

Here, come on in,
take a seat, take it easy.

Thank you, but one thing
I cannot do just yet is sit down.

You're not staying for the fireworks?
Bags of panic and blue lights?

No. I've seen too many airdrops.

They don't compare to a nice, warm bed.

Would you believe it? Right on time.

Upali baklje!

Alpha Zwei. Alpha Zwei.

Alpha Zwei.
KOnnen Sie mich hOren?

Zwei? Zwei?

Ja! HOren Sie sehr gut!

KOnnen Sie die Flammen sehen?

Noch eins.

Ja! Sehe die Flammen.

Ganz hell und klar. Ende.

Marko. Marko...

I don't believe it.

Poor bastards.

This was no accident.

We've lost our last chance.

There is no question.
We were betrayed.

Aren't we always with Allied missions?

Their security's a joke.

Doesn't matter.

We do our part, and what do we get?

Twenty lives lost.

- One of them...
- It's past.

Finished.

All that matters now is that the
Germans are marshalling their tanks.

They will cross the bridge
at first light tomorrow,

and there is nothing
we can do to stop them.

And you four gentlemen have
outstayed your...

usefulness.

You will be escorted back
to the Allied military mission.

Out of harm's way?

Sir...

I could leave the Germans
some very nasty surprises.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I think we have had enough surprises.

Captain Lescovar, see that these
gentlemen have an escort of two men.

If those poor chaps had just half
the equipment that the Jerries have got,

I could've made that dam
look like a Swiss cheese.

It's absolutely sickening.

Do you think the Jerries
will have that gear we need

in their forward supply dump?

Yeah, of course they would.

Lashings of HE, land mines,
detonators, everything.

It's an absolute certainty.

Your escort, Colonel.

- I think you will find them reliable.
- Okay, thank you, Captain.

I think we're going to need
rather more men than this, Captain.

My little sergeant here

thinks that the Germans
have the necessary equipment

in their forward supply dump,
so that the colonel can blow the dam.

That means you'd have to
get into the marshalling yards at Mostar.

None of you speak enough German.

You need me to help.

Thank you, Captain.

- You know, I could get shot for this.
- Couldn't we all?

You look real beautiful, you know that?

Yes, it's all right for you.
You don't have to come with us.

We'll be back in exactly
35 minutes, right?

- Okay.
- That's if the shop's open, old boy.

- Feuer, bitte?
- Ja, hier.

Mensch!

Stehen ich darum.

Rauf.

Pity they didn't teach you German
at that awful school of yours.

Instead of Latin?
Perish the thought, old boy.

These any, er.., use to you?

No, I told you.
Tellermines is what we want.

They look like dirty great
green dinner plates.

Maybe they just haven't got any.

They have.

I wonder what happened
to Barnsby and his truck.

I've been asking myself the same question.

Well, we can'tjust stand here
like ducks in thunder.

Over there. The railway wagon.
Get the stuff in there till he comes.

Barnsby should have been here
by now. Where the hell is he?

Mmm! Beautiful.

- They're just the job.
- Not now, Milly.

Well, it's got to be done sometime.

I'd rather do it now than in some ditch.

- How long?
- Oh, about ten minutes,

given peace and quiet.

These little sods can be temperamental.

The gubbins itself is
harmless enough, but then

aren't we all, until detonated?

For a moment, I thought we were off!

Hey, where in the hell
have they gotten to?

You maniac.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'll go and have a look around,
see if I can find them.

- That's Lescovar.
- Yeah.

- Where's Marko?
- I don't know,

but ten to one they're hiding
in that boxcar.

Wirst du doch nicht hier bleiben!
Komm! Raus, raus, raus!

Ja, ja. Ja, ja.

Bloody hell.

What's up now?

Some great ape of a sergeant,
he's sent Barnsby's truck away.

Oh, no.

Sergeant.

Be quiet. Listen to me.

There are two British commandos
in that cattle truck behind me.

Zwei britische Kommandos?
Also was...

I'm Colonel Von Ingersleben,
Special Field Intelligence Group.

Stand still, idiot. Look natural.

There is a third, an American colonel,

in the truck which you just sent away.

I want to take them all together.

- What's Lescovar doing?
- He's shooting him some kind of story.

Go and assemble a squad
of armed men. Quickly and quietly.

And keep them out of sight.

Then report back to me. Understand?

Jawohl, Herr Oberst.

Good old Lescovar.
Best line-shooter in the Balkans.

The sacks, back of the truck.
Get 'em up here, quick!

- You picked a fine time to do this.
- Sling up my suitcase, will you?

You trying to screw up this operation?
We're behind schedule already.

- How did you get here?
- I've been through that already, Major.

Help me get this stuff loaded,
and get it on the truck.

In dem Wagen sind drei britische
Kommandos. Verstanden?

Also vorwarts, ja?

Und den Eisenbahnwagen umkreisen,

aber nicht schieBen,
bis ich den Befehl gebe.

Also Gefreiter,
warten Sie auf mein Signal.

- Right, Miller?
- Right, all set.

Let's go. Easy.

Hold it.

It's that man again.

I'll take care of him. Close the door.

They are all yours, Sergeant.
Bring the squad.

All clear?

Give them a moment to get out of sight.

Schnell!

That fool, Marko,
must have given himself away.

I don't know how.

How in the hell are we gonna
get back across the river, huh?

I mean, where are we going?

Berlin, I shouldn't wonder.

Sarajevo.

That's where the train goes.

No stops.

I'm sorry about Marko.

Thank you.

It's a risk we all take.

He was a brave man, and a good friend.

Pity he got careless.

Do you think that big sergeant
spotted him as a Partisan?

I can't buy that.

The sergeant wasn't that bright.

He saluted you,
you're wearing a corporal's uniform.

That doesn't rate a salute
in the German army.

Not in anybody's army.

Why do you think he saluted you, Lescovar?

Perhaps he recognised
my natural superiority.

Yes, perhaps.

You say this train goes
to Sarajevo, no stops?

Yeah.

But I noticed on the map that we pass
within a half a mile of the dam.

Strange you didn't bother to mention that.

Now, what's all this about?

Some fool of a sergeant salutes me,

and I forget to mention
that we pass near the dam.

And a little while ago, you said that
Marko "must have given himself away".

I don't think he gave anything away,

except his life.

What did you give away, Lescovar?

Hmm?

You think I'm a traitor, is that it?

I don't think. I know.

I've always known.

I just couldn't prove it.

You're Nicolai.

You're the man who blew us in Greece.

Thank you, Colonel.

I've done yourjob.

You help me do mine.

Oh, crikey.

It's lit like a Christmas tree.

Dawn's around 5:30.

Gives us an hour to get in,

half hour to set the charges,

and twenty minutes to get clear.

What you need, sir,
is a little diversion, isn't it?

Man, what the hell am I
supposed to do with this?

Oh, I don't know.

Try and imagine you're a dog.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
On the road, man, on the road.

Hallelujah!

Just unroll it and string it out.

Come on, Blackie.

Come on, Blackie.

Come on.

Hey, you bleed red blood, eh, Blackie?

Here.

Right here.

There we are.
You all right, old man?

Come on, blow, damn it! Blow!

Give them a chance.
They'll be here in a minute.

If they'd been caught,
we'd have heard the alarm go off.

How long do we make the fuse?

They're Germans,
they're gonna be punctual.

Usually are.

We've run out of time.

Twenty seconds?

What do you say?

It's your decision, Colonel.

I'm asking you.

Twenty seconds sounds about right.
Then we won't have so far to run.

It would have been nice
to see that bridge go, huh?

Yes, wouldn't it?

All been very interesting,
though, hasn't it?

Yes.

It didn't do a goddamn thing.

Nothin'!

Was ist los?

Es gibt nicht zu sehen.

Miller! That useless git!

- It didn't...
- What?

- It didn't work!
- I know it didn't work!

- Well, let's get out of here!
- Yeah, let's get out of here.

When I catch up with that little perisher,

I'll wring his useless neck!

Nothin'!

We've been through all this, and nothin'.

Nothin' but...

You can't expect an enormous volcano
with three tiny bags of explosives.

You have to let nature take her course.

Give it time, it'll work.

If I were you, I'd get out of here fast!

Was ist los?

You son of a bitch!

Well, I told you
it's only a matter of waiting.

You cute little son of a bitch!
You did it! Come here.

You did it! You did it!
You cute little son of a... You did it!

Why, you Limey genius, I love you!

Steady on, old Weaver, steady on.

You did it!

Miller, you horrible little man!

You knew that was gonna be
a slow-motion explosion.

You deliberately didn't tell me, did you?

Well, I didn't want to bore you
with technical detail.

I thought it might have been
a bit over your head.

What happened to you?

He bit me in all the excitement.

But damn it to hell, we did it,
Colonel, we did it!

Yes, we did, Sergeant. We did.

And a merry Christmas.

Yes, gentlemen, we did it.

But before...

we can start awarding ourselves
Victoria Crosses,

and Congressional Medals of Honor,

and so on, and so forth, and suchlike,

I think I'd better point out that, one:

we're now on the wrong side of the river.

That, two: we have no hope
whatsoever of rejoining the Partisans.

And that, three:

this neck of the woods
will soon be crawling

with very bad-tempered Germans.

And, four:

I don't think that our little genius,
Sergeant Miller there,

has even got a box of matches
left in his suitcase.

And so, therefore,
I think we can take it, gentlemen,

that we are going to have
a very long walk home.