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This is for my da.

My poor da.

Who are you?

I'm Lieutenant Colonel Bill Stirling.

My brother was the midwife of this regiment.

I refuse to be its coroner.

He's changed the name of the regiment.

And given them a new and even more effective way of committing suicide.

Men of the newly formed Special Raiding Squadron...

SAS, now and always!

Tomorrow you deploy here

the southeastern tip of Sicily.

Help! - Help!

I've a baby I've never seen!

Stop!

Stop the boat!

Stop!

Paddy, we've got room.

Cut him loose.

Or I shoot him. - Don't!

I'm sorry, lad. - Don't do that!

I'm sorry. - No!

My suspicion was that on July 9th, something was planned

which you were not sharing with your French allies.

It is the SRS who are spearheading the operation.

We left those men to drown!

This is just the snout. It is our job to take the whole hog.

Right the way up to the tail.

Paddy.

We have less than three minutes to clear these positions

before the rest of the boys land.

Reggie.

Are you familiar with the Irish folk tale

about the salmon of knowledge?

No, Paddy.

I don't know the Irish folk tale...

Basically, a wee tale that explains why

the common man like you and I

are smarter than those highborn sons of bitches

who try to rule over us.

Not really in the mood for folk tales right now, Paddy.

Why not?

Because a German soldier is looking right at us.

So...

There was a salmon in the River Boyne.

And it had all the knowledge of the world

locked up inside its flesh and scales.

And a nobleman called Finnegas

spent seven years

of his life trying to catch this famous salmon

with nets and hooks and the whole kit and caboodle.

We go soon?

Yes? - And eventually, he caught the salmon

and gave it to his ragged-arsed little servant called Fionn Mac.

And he said, "You cook this friggin' fish."

But you do not..." - Less than two minutes.

"You do not, you ragged-arse little bastard

take a bite of it or even taste the flesh

because the fish is mine, and the knowledge is mine.

And whoever tastes this fish first gains all the knowledge of the world."

If you're not careful, they will hear the bollocks you are talking

and you are talking bollocks.

In English. - So, Fionn Mac...

the servant, cooks the fish.

And to check that it's cooked, he presses the flesh with his thumb.

Waiting for the word, Paddy.

But the servant burns his thumb on the flesh of the fish.

So...

he sucks his burnt thumb

and in doing so, he sucked the fat of the fish off it.

And so, all the knowledge of the world

went to the ragged-arse servant, Fionn Mac.

Which is why, to this day

babies suck their thumbs and poor people have all the answers.

We need to go now, Paddy.

Dead on.

♪ She can be rich or she can be poor ♪

Grenade!

Oh, shit!

♪ Cos I got no time ♪

♪ I got no time ♪

♪ I got no time for messing around ♪

♪ So come on now ♪

♪ You consider, and you make your stand ♪

♪ You can take your little lover by your hand ♪

♪ You can run around, jump up and down ♪

♪ But you don't get me, I won't be your clown, cos ♪

♪ I got no time ♪

♪ So come on now ♪

♪ I got no time for messing around ♪

♪ Messing around with you... ♪

Move!

Turn around.

On your knees! - Schnell.

Get on the ground.

Up you get.

Too young to smoke.

Get down!

Where the fuck is everybody?

Prisoners say the main German unit shipped out yesterday.

Perhaps they know something about this town we don't.

No, we got the place to ourselves, Paddy.

Timmy.

Cigarettes?

Nein? Nein cigarettes?

Very funny. The last man said that.

Mac, take the left.

Davey. Hoist that there.

So our friends in the Royal Navy know that their services

are no longer required.

No looting!

Not until I give the word.

Right, listen in. We'll rest here tonight.

Then at first light, we press...

Slainte!

Booze, food, no people.

At first light, we press north to Cannizzaro

to secure the Castello railhead as per our orders.

Cannizzaro will be defended, SO go easy tonight.

Eat what food you can find.

We move out at 0400

so get some bloody sleep, for Christ's sakes.

Take cover.

Basement shelters, I'd say.

Keep your bleeding eyes peeled, alright?

Reggie. Go take a wee look around.

Here.

Really, Paddy?

I just want to let those of you who might care

know that I have every intention of taking every piece of gold

silver...

and other valuables from this church for my own profit.

And if any of yous have a problem with that, then I will refrain

from giving you your share when I sell the stuff in Naples.

Paddy, for some of us, this is... still the house of God.

Pope Pius XII is good friends with Mussolini

and has a direct line to Chancellor Hitler himself.

It's not God that's got my goat.

Putting your gun up there is bad luck, Paddy.

That thing there?

That's nothing but oak.

Christ is in here.

Paddy. You better come.

He speaks English, but not very well.

Father, it's me again.

Father?

No, no, no, no, no. Fuck that.

You are not my father.

You are a drunk in a blanket

who preaches before a flag I despise.

What are you doing hiding here and where is everybody else in this town?

They told everyone to... to leave

and they asked me to stay.

Paddy, what the fuck is the matter...

I don't think he likes priests. - Who asked you to stay?

The people who own this town.

English.

They... they want me to stay, to give the Americans a message.

We are not American.

Paddy. - Oh, for fuck...

What is your message?

T-They want me to stay to...

to say that you are welcome!

That they want to help the Americans.

You call us American again, I'll fuckin' shoot you.

Right?

Who is your message from?

The message is...

from Cosa Nostra.

Paddy.

In New York and Chicago, they're known as Mafia.

You've heard of Al Capone?

Well, they're worse.

But they hate the Germans as much as us, so they could be useful.

It's the Mafia... that owns this little town of Augusta.

So...

We should be concerned?

Uh, Paddy, yeah, we should be cautious.

They want to sit down with you at the long table.

They want to break bread and drink wine.

They... They know things.

They see things.

They can help you in the mountains.

You... You look like the boss.

Aye, right. I am the boss.

Capo dei capi is the boss of the mountains.

This is his church.

He would like to meet you.

Right.

Well, you tell your Cosa Nostra Mafia...

capo di capo boss to stick his broken bread

and wine bottles

up his fucking hole.

Bombardment seems to be over.

Right.

We'll be sleeping in here, in this house of God.

Considering this town is so poor...

didn't he build a nice big fucking place for himself?

At precisely 4am

I will be firing live rounds in here to wake you fuckers up.

Does anybody have an issue with that?

You hurt things in here, you hurt our hearts!

Fuck's sake.

Whoa, Paddy!

How's your heart?

You know, sometimes you're like a wee boy

just seeing how far you can go.

Oh, I intend to go all the way to Berlin.

That's how far I can go.

Then... I will ask for forgiveness.

Right now

I'm going to go for a walk

see if I can't find me a bank.

Alright?

Shouldn't you at least have given that soldier a decent burial?

Had he been faster than me

had he been more accurate than me

had he been less afraid than me

then he would have consigned me to the mercy

of the crabs and the eels and the worms, just the same.

How did you get here?

By dinghy.

Tried to get here in time for the fun and games.

Fun and games are in short supply.

We're expecting plenty tomorrow, though.

Cannizzaro.

I'm sure you'll show up once the fighting is over.

Yes. Paddy, uh...

if you're not too tired

maybe we could sit down with a glass of wine

and discuss exactly why it is that I've been sent here. HM?

Italy's most prestigious naval academy was located here.

I'm sure there are lots of very well-stocked wine cellars.

Unfortunately, I have a very early start in the morning.

We move out at four.

No, you don't, Paddy. You don't move out at four.

The attack on Cannizzaro has been postponed.

We were waiting for the Americans to make their landing further up the coast

and that has been delayed.

Postponed.

Delayed.

I remember those words.

This is a large-scale invasion, Paddy.

We must only move as part of a coordinated strategy.

So... what you're saying is

we have been stood down.

No, what I'm saying is

we hold our position in Augusta and await further orders.

Like soldiers do in time of war.

If no one gives me a war

I tend to make a war of my own.

It is no one's job to give you a war to fight.

A bone to chew, a body to kick.

Tis with the bodies I belong.

By the way, Paddy

I'm now the ranking officer here

which means that you can amuse yourself

playing the rebel injured peasant

which I know is your preferred pastime

but the last word lies with me.

In Berlin...

I will ask for forgiveness.

Just leave it by the door, please.

I have chocolates, cigarettes...

books...

and messages from home.

You stopped my heart.

I can... I... I can feel you.

So this isn't a dream?

I was given permission by General De Gaulle himself.

The SOE run a network out of Switzerland.

They had Carmelite papers made for me.

I took a train from Geneva.

OK. Um...

when the sisters are here, guards patrol every five minutes.

Enough time to say I love you. - I love you.

Is that it? Is that the reason you came?

Yes. And to make love. - What?

Yes. How long now?

Uh... four and a half. - So we have time. Help me.

You mean the whole thing?

"The whole thing" sounds very English.

I mean, yes, the whole thing.

When we are back in England

we will always call sex "the whole thing".

We must do this efficiently.

Yes, militarily.

This bloody dress is booby trapped.

They make these things complicated.

Designed to delay...

To prevent. - But we are unstoppable.

I can't believe you took a train from Geneva.

Ow. - Jesus!

This is the most insane construction.

David... There's something I need to tell you.

I'll tell you afterwards.

Oh, absolutely.

Afterwards.

Right. OK.

Tell me what you have got to tell me.

The British have become worse since the Americans joined the war.

They're like a little private club and they tell us nothing. So, David...

I'm going to move closer to the front line.

I'm on my way there. I diverted to see you.

From here, I'm traveling on a Portuguese visa to Sicily.

To British and Americans moving north to Cannizzaro, towards Palermo.

I'm planning to join your regiment, David.

Because they're always first anywhere, and they know me.

And...

I think they trust me.

At least, I will get as close to them as I can get.

You will join my brother.

In Sicily. You will join my brother, yes?

Yes. He's in command now. It will make things easier.

He's in command now, actually, because it was my idea.

And I want you to write to him. In code, of course.

I'm sure you have a code. And I want you to tell him to accept me

and help me.

Everything for a reason. Always.

What? What reason?

Divert on a train to ask me to make an introduction

to my famously charming older brother

so that he may serve the purpose that I once served

while I sit here and read about it in letters from you both.

I never know when English people are joking.

Well, this Scottish person is certainly not joking.

Unless it is I myself who is the joke.

David, what the fuck are you saying?

He's your brother.

My older, calmer, more sophisticated brother.

And while I rot in my cell

you will do whatever is necessary for the cause.

You fucking dare to talk to me like that?

You fucking dare.

I must go.

Eve.

I'm sorry.

Vai, andiamo.

OK.

Please. Look.

Look at me.

I will write to him.

I will write to him.

I love you. - Oh, God, I love you.

And it fucking tortures me.

Aspetta.

Oh, God...

I will dig my way out of here like a dog.

And I will be with you.

I swear I will.

Cockadoodledoo!

Cockadoodledoo!

Paddy has found a bell to ring.

He wants us all to gather.

We survived 4am.

How?

Aye. Er...

We got stood down.

That's why he's hanging on a bell rope.

Like the lonely fucking hunchback he is

inside his soul.

From now on, if you hear this bell

that means I've had an idea

which mostly, for you, will be bad news

because I am not in a good frame of mind.

And the only people for me to take my fury out on

is you.

So, my ideas tend toward the devilish.

If you look across the square

up there, that open doorway

inside there is a foundry

where invisible irons and shackles are being forged

keeping us imprisoned in this wee fucking town.

And the officer who's perched by that doorway

is the blacksmith who forges those irons.

Paddy, what the fuck are you talking about?

Since we are stuck on this church-infested

slab of a rock for who-knows-how-long

we will have to keep ourselves entertained.

I've already shot a cockerel, Paddy, and there's goats.

That is to say

you'll be free to entertain yourselves in the afternoons.

Cos in the mornings, before it gets too hot

we, the men of the Special Air Service

will train, ready for the moment

when the great chain-makers

and holders and keepers

and stand-us-downers!

Are ready to put us once more back into the barrel

of the British crossbow

and fire us into the heart of the enemy.

Those of you paying attention will know by now

that that means I've had an idea.

So, here is that idea.

You see yon mountain?

My idea is we, the men of the SAS

are going to climb said mountain.

Jesus Christ.

Now, this town is deserted

but the guidebooks say you must take extra care

of your valuables at all times.

So...

we will be gathering up all of our equipment

and our pack and our weapons

and we will be carrying it all up the mountain with us

on our backs.

I suspect some of you will come to really dread the tolling of the bell.

But fuck me, ring it will

until we are set free to be the beasts we are

in the noble cause.

Right, we move in ten. No dicking about.

You heard him. Move.

Paddy. - Are you coming climbing with us?

I've received a complaint about your behavior in the church

from the priest.

The priest who was drunk in a blanket when I woke him up?

You hung your machine gun on the shoulders of Christ.

You shot bullets inside the church.

Why did the drunken priest complain to you?

I thought he and I had established that I am the boss around here.

Perhaps he detected some indefinable air

of a more ancient authority.

The crown and pips on my shoulder.

And this...

made him think he could confide in me.

You're not fighting in the desert anymore, Paddy.

You have to get used to being around human beings.

My job is to take human beings and turn them into animals.

Or...

turn them into food for animals.

Paddy, when you get back down the mountain

there will be 150 new men here.

A whole new detachment is being deployed to Augusta.

They're coming here to be trained.

Now, the plan was that you would have been gone north by now

and there would have been NO overlap or potential for friction.

Obviously, there will now be an overlap

but there will be no need for friction.

Why would there be friction?

Because you are you.

And because the new detachment...

is called 2 SAS.

The Second Special Air Service Reg.

Yes.

They're men chosen from the commando units who fought in North Africa.

Men chosen by me to replicate your achievements and serve as backup.

So, the name SAS is stolen for your own use

while the men who made it famous are hidden behind a more obscure title.

Yes. The universe is a conspiracy against you, Paddy.

No, the universe takes care of itself.

As far as I see, it's those less capable

but more fortunately born who seem to have an issue with me.

The new men have heard that you'll still be here in town when they arrive.

And they're rather excited to see the originals.

The originals?

In actual fact, you are their heroes.

And it's you who is in command of this stolen regiment?

It was my brother David who recommended that I take command.

And the ragged-arse servant Fionn Mac sucked his thumb.

And said, "How do I just know that this is going to end badly?"

Move!

♪ For once in my life I've got something to say ♪

Right, fall in.

Turn round!

Company...

turn!

On the right...

quick march!

Right, left, right...

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They would never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They would never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They would never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They would never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids were united ♪

♪ They would never be divided ♪

Do not lay your packs down

without my order.

We do not rest

until we have achieved our goal.

Paddy, we've been up that fucking mountain

and we've come down that fucking mountain.

That was our goal.

No!

Our goal was spiritual.

You may not think it

but I took yous up that mountain for good fuckin' reason.

Our advance was postponed.

The Americans delayed us

and the earth shook with my wrath.

So I led us all up the mountain.

And from the top

we looked across Italy.

And from our high viewpoint

we realised that there is a greater strategy

to which we are subordinate.

And in the cool mountain air

didn't we accept

that we are pawns in a much bigger game?

And now our fury has diminished.

Yes? - Yes.

Thus we have achieved our goal.

Reg has found his missus.

My back was breaking, so I used my head.

Do you see this donkey?

This donkey represents the philosophy

that I am trying to instil in yous all.

Reggie, where did you find the cash to buy this beast?

From the collection tin in the church. Sir.

Even fuckin' better.

Initiative followed by initiative.

And the prize?

One of nature's finest beasts

with monstrous head

and sickening cry

and ears like errant wings.

The devil's walking parody

on all four-footed things...

The tattered outlaw of the earth.

Of ancient crooked will!

Starve, scourge!

Deride me, I am dumb.

Fucking hell! - Get down!

Fuck is that?

It's not a German carbine!

No, it's a shitty wee .22 rifle!

Fucking hell!

Get to fuck!

Riley!

What did he fucking say?

That's a quote.

A quote from who?

From you.

Educated guess...

I'd say we're sharing the beach with the Sicilian Mafia.

Andiamo, ragazzi!

What the fuck is that?

Wait. Paddy, leave it.

Look, if you shoot at it

we will make enemies we don't need to have.

Paddy, we're on the same side, for fuck's sake...

Ciao, Inglese!

Hold your fire.

Well...

I don't know about the rest of you, but...

this beach rather reminds me of Margate.

Fuck it.

I'm going for a dip.

By the way, Pad, they got away with my pack

so... technically, that is still my donkey.

Paddy!

Smile, chaps!

To be so terrifically well housed

would almost be something of an embarrassment for my men.

It's our wish to welcome you to Augusta.

Oh, thank you.

Here, allow me.

You are very different to the other one.

Yes, we are.

Very different.

He has made enemies.

The town seems empty.

But there are always eyes looking.

Well, he'll not be here much longer.

I've received new orders.

He and his men move out in the morning.

Fuck. - I'm looking for a man of the cloth.

And I am also looking for a stolen donkey.

Let's find that glass of wine and clear the air, shall we, Paddy?

That is them.

That is 2 SAS.

Those who will come next. - Aye.

When 1 SAS are laid to rest.

So there are people here? - This is a very traditional island, Paddy.

There are sensitivities regarding women and soldiers.

That's why they emptied the town.

This town fits me like a vice around my skull.

And this priest here keeps turning the fucking handle.

I feel very much you don't like me.

Or don't like what I am.

Or do not like God.

All of the above. Apart from the last.

To peace.

To peace.

To submission of the vanquished.

I'm told this morning on the beach

they could have taken your life twice.

They missed you on purpose.

It was a warning.

They took some things that don't belong to them.

Paddy.

Father Cavalli says they want to meet, to talk.

Before we embarked for Sicily, we were given an unofficial briefing.

We were encouraged to have our units make contact with

and make use of organised criminal elements

on the island of Sicily who were persecuted by Mussolini.

This is a conversation I no longer wish to continue with.

I am a soldier.

And you're moving out tomorrow, Paddy. New orders.

No one wants you in Augusta any longer than you have to be here.

Then I will go and begin to prepare my men.

Wait there.

Stand to fucking attention, would you?

Stand to fucking attention, would you?

I have been briefed to develop strategic ties with the Mafia on this island.

I am passing that briefing on to you as a direct order.

I think your new boys deserve a glass of water.

It's awfully hot down there.

Before you move out tomorrow

you will leave behind a legacy of goodwill

which the units who follow will take advantage of.

You will meet them and the Resistance.

You will break bread with them.

Tomorrow morning, before you pull out, you'll meet them for breakfast.

There is a long table that I will lay.

You will make peace on behalf of the entire British Army.

That is an order.

But first you will recover from the humiliating fact

that today, on a beach, they could have taken your life

but chose not to.

Twice.

Your friends have a donkey and a pack

that belongs to one of my men.

You have one hour

to tie it to the railings of the Chiesa Madre Church

or I will come and take it back myself.

Nel nome del Padre, del Figlio, dello Spirito Santo...

Amen.

Fuckin' langer.

Left...

foot!

Left...

foot!

Stand at...

ease!

Parade...

'shun!

Would you like to inspect the men, sir?

They got me bashing the square, sir.

Said they needed someone who knew what the bloody hell they were doing.

So they resorted to a spent old fucker like you.

Escaped a prison camp

and in my relief and elation

I foolishly volunteered.

Look, Paddy, with respect...

Stand easy.

May I request that...

you do what you can to get me the hell out of this unit.

You have no faith in the new incarnation?

Well, the issue, sir, is that...

everyone involved in this new regiment is sane.

Completely sane. - Aye.

I can see how that would be hazardous.

They make considered decisions and proceed according to logic, sir.

It's quite unnerving.

I have to go retrieve a stolen donkey

and then have breakfast with the Mafia.

Of course.

But after...

I'll do what I can.

Parade...

'shun!

You can do it. Come on.

Get aggressive. Drive from your legs.

Keep your back straight.

Lift, lift, lift.

So the legs, look, look. Here.

And... hup!

Father.

Excuse me. Father.

Can I speak to you, please?

In private.

Come on.

Thank you for this, Father.

Thank you.

I'm. um...

sorry, Father, I don't speak Italian.

I hope you can understand me.

God will understand.

What's your sin?

It can't be washed down with brandy or wine.

I know, cos I tried.

I still hear the voices, Father.

What voices?

Help! Please!

Stop the boat!

They're leaving us to drown!

There was men in the water, and... and we could have saved 'em.

Please, stop the boat!

I've a baby I've never seen!

Please, come back!

Come back!

No!

We... We had room on our boats, and...

We just went past them and left them, like.

Why did you leave them?

We had orders, Father.

I still hear them orders when I try and sleep at night.

You know, "Do not slow down."

"Do not come to their aid."

Yeah.

We all hear the voices at night, Father, you know.

I know that the other lads do as well

but, you know, none of us talk to each other about it, like.

Oh, yeah.

You can't flush them out.

You know, we killed them poor lads.

No, we left them.

I rang the bell to signify that it is cocktail hour, Sergeant Kershaw.

You disturb the sacrament of penance.

"Beware, ye, of false priests

who come to you in sheep's clothing

but, inwardly, are ravenous wolves."

Matthew, Chapter 5...

verse 15.

Thank you, Father.

La colazione...

e servita!

Look at that. - Very nice.

Alright?

Ooh, lovely.

It's like a big dinner.

Looks lovely.

Looks flash, don't it?

Keep your weapons at hand, boys.

Riley, translate any whispers.

McDiarmid, get your feet off the fuckin' table.

We are the Resistance.

Giustizia e Liberta Brigade.

From Syracuse and from the mountain.

Soldiers from the mountain. OK.

We are the Special Air Service.

Beware of imitations.

Why don't you sit down?

We were told you invited others.

I was given orders to break bread with the Resistance

and the people known as the Cosa Nostra.

We are here.

You are here. - But they are not here.

I rang the bell at eight. Perhaps their timekeeping is poor.

They always arrive before they are due.

You work with them?

War blows you to strange places.

We're anarchists and communists.

They're scum. - As are we, as a matter of fact.

We were told you are fighting together.

Until the war is over, we will fight beside them.

Then we will see them hang.

One big happy fuckin' family up there on the mountain.

Riley.

Oh, the man in the fancy hat here smells a rat.

Hey, darlin'.

You know I've killed 11 men since I last saw a woman.

Is that it, Jock?

Is that your romantic approach?

If you like, we can talk without them.

Paddy, listen. - Why don't you take a seat?

Paddy. - If they are coming to a rendezvous

they always send children ahead to check.

Calm.

Why don't you have a fucking drink?

Riley? - Man in fancy hat says

he doesn't trust the priest.

I may shake his hand.

Riley, what the fuck is this?

Do you not hear that? Listen.

Hey, hey, listen. Listen!

Incoming!

Incoming! - Move!

Jock! On me!

One, two, three!

They'll come back around!

In position!

Take cover!

Shit, shit, shit.

Here we go. Hold. Hold.

Go!

Yes!

Fucking yes!

That Stuka is mine, huh?

I claim it.

It's number eight for me.

You keep count?

I keep count.

Everyone OK?

Cosa Nostra have no real allegiances.

For them, everything is personal.

They gave you up to the Germans.

What did you do to offend them, huh?

Paddy, the lady asked you a question.

This breakfast was not my idea.

But it has taught me a lesson.

Be selective about the orders that you obey.

Andiamo.

That was close, man.

Where's that priest?

He's gone. - Gone where?

North. Across the front line.

Think he's with the Germans. - So, he set the breakfast table

and then called the Luftwaffe.

I smelled collaboration on his breath under the wine.

Your commanding officer saw only the crucifix.

Then you brought it on yourself, Paddy.

Heard about your behavior in the church. - My what?

My behavior?

If you let loose your magazine in the desert, you kick up sand.

If you do it here, people are watching.

And God is watching.

Look, you don't even hate, not really.

You just get mad

and then you squeeze the trigger.

And then you make other people mad to make your madness seem alright.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy, that's fucking...

Speaking as someone who doesn't usually give a toss

you have to change, Paddy.

Someone has to make you change.

Be it God or me.

Or the ghost of that Catholic boy

you think you left buried in the desert.

I wish to speak with the colonel

who ordered me and my men

into a death trap.

Hand that to Greville Bell. Dismissed. - Yes, sir.

My order to you to break bread

with people who had bad intentions

was the result of a misjudgement on my part.

I trusted Father Cavalli. I was wrong.

You were right. I apologise.

I will accept your apology on one condition.

I would like to request that Staff Sergeant Almonds

is transferred to join my detachment.

Paddy, after the attack on Cannizzaro

you will embark for the mainland

where part of our mission is about hearts and minds.

I need a man with Staff Sergeant Almonds' specific capabilities.

Paddy, engage with what I'm saying. - I am engaging.

Staff Sergeant Almonds is a religious man himself.

Perhaps he might be able to advise me

with regards to my behavior.

Oh. - Even just now...

he and I exchanged a few words, and...

I am already considering those words.

His advice to me is that I must change.

You see, the problem with you, Paddy, as well as everything else

the good and the bad

is that you are very, very smart.

I suck my thumb, you see, sir.

You use your deplorable behavior on this island

as an argument for stealing away one of my best men.

No. It's the name of the SAS that has been stolen.

Request denied, Major Paddy Mayne.

Now, you have one hour to gather your troops

and fuck off north to Cannizzaro

where the Germans, the Italians

and most likely the Sicilian Mafia will be waiting for you.

Oh, I'd say one hour is more than enough time for us to organize

our withdrawal from this pretty wee seaside town

which in many ways, reminds me so much of home.

Sir.

Gosh.

Very good.

Woohoo-hoo-hoo-ho!

This is fascist government money, lads. Remember that.

Fill your nets.

Go and pass it on, eh, Pad? - Go on, boy.

Load up, load up! Get some, pass it down!

♪ I said why, why, why ♪

♪ Cos I sez so ♪

Whoa, look at this, Paddy!

I thought the Resistenza made us all look a wee bit pedestrian.

So, help your fuckin' selves, like.

I, uh... gave the donkey the freedom of the city.

And we left the churches alone, Paddy.

As per your orders.

Not my fuckin' orders.

That man's orders.

What did you tell your CO?

I told him that if he let me go...

that I would take charge of Paddy Mayne's mortal soul

till the day we reach Berlin.

Shook my hand and wished me luck.

Reg.

Johnny.

Men of the SAS, known to the uninitiated as the SRS.

Can I invite you to welcome back my good friend

my conscience, and my voice of reason?

Staff Sergeant Jimmy Almonds!

Hey. Good man.

Cheers, lads.

♪ Look at the sunrise ♪ - Lend me your glasses, will you?

Yeah. - ♪ I look at it burn ♪

♪ I look into your eyes ♪

♪ Don't know where to turn ♪

♪ I'm gonna drift into that void ♪

♪ I'm flying through space, I'm an asteroid ♪

Oh, David...

♪ I'm thinking 'bout you and nothing else ♪

♪ Think about you, you think about me ♪

♪ Thinking 'bout you, I'm counting the beat ♪

♪ I'm thinking about you ♪

♪ I'm thinking about me ♪

♪ I'm thinking about just you and me ♪

♪ La-dah-de-de, there ain't no place I'd rather be ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ I'm bleeding to death ♪

♪ On a cloudless day ♪

♪ A three-four heartbeat ♪

♪ A-waltzing away ♪