All language subtitles for Stalag.Luft.1993.480p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Gloft_Subtitles01.ENG

[parrot squawks]

[parrot] Heil Hitler!

[soldiers singing]

[grunts]

What the bloody hell
did you do that for?

In German, man.
Always in German.

You must instinctively
speak German
whenever you'’re surprised.

What chance do you think
we'’ve got of successfully
escaping otherwise, hmm?

You should thank me, Chump.

[grunts]

Thank you, Forrester.

[sighs]

[clicks tongue]

I mean, what is there
to look at after
three and a half years, hmm?

Soon be over.
You'’re escaping
tomorrow, aren'’t you?

Shut up.

Security, you blithering idiot.

Sorry, Forrester.

[smacks lips] How I long for
some black pudding.

[smacks lips]
Will I ever taste any again?

[scoffs] You might quite soon.

What do you mean, Prof?

It'’s chocks away
for you tonight.

How do you know?

Nobody'’s supposed to know,

if I am escaping,
and I'’m not saying I am.

It'’s obvious.

The tension in your body,

the excitement in your eyes,
the twitch of fear on your lips.

It is possible to be too clever,
you know, Prof?

[toilet flushes]

Good luck, Chump.[sighs]

Good luck, Forrester.

[water splashing]

-[siren blaring]
-[dogs barking]

[sighs]

-[door closes]
-[key rattles]

Chump.

[Chump] Yeah?

I have a plan.

And its audacity
will astound you.

All 327 of us?Why not?

The Germans are getting
very short on manpower.

-Most of their troops--
-Yes, thank you, Cosgrove.

It is my plan.

I never said it wasn'’t.

No. It'’s just that I think
it might be helpful

if I explain some
of the thought processes
which went into it.

It occurred to me
how incredibly old and stupid
most of the guards are.

The new Kommandant
can'’t be a day under 70.

Jerry is incredibly
short of manpower.

Most of their good bods
are busy fighting.

I believe that if we can put
them under real pressure,

they'’ll collapse.

Hello. Super evening.

I have no time
for small chat.
I must search hut 101.

Oh, have a piece
of chocolate first.[stutters]

I dare not. I have my orders.
If I disobey my--

What sort of chocolate?

Milk! [chuckles]

How can everybody escape?

I mean, Hopkins can'’t escape.
His legs are smashed to pieces.

He'’d be a liability,
and he wouldn'’t allow that.

He'’s too proud.

All right, then.
Everyone except Hopkins.

[Chump] You'’re a heartless
bastard, Forrester.

Your point, exactly?

When the escape'’s discovered,
all hell will break loose.

They'’ll have a roll call
to find out who'’s still here.

There'’ll be 87 German guards

and Hopkins dragging himself
across the parade ground
to line up on his own.

We'’re not playing games here,
Cosgrove. This is war.

[clicks tongue]
Just a suggestion.

Haggis Barrington has really
taken Hopkins under his wing.

He'’s like a father
to him already.

Father and son.
So touching, so moving.

This is right.

If Hopkins stayed,
I think Haggis
would want to stay too.

All right, then.
I'’m not inhuman.

Everyone except Hopkins
and Barrington.

Well, Barrington would be
no use to Hopkins
without Stefan Godborny.

Explain yourself, Owly.

Well, Haggis and Stefan
are in love.

How dare you?

Well, I am afraid Owly'’s right,
Wing Commander Forrester.

I knew from the start.

One would have to be
pretty naive not to.

By God!

Godborny and Barrington,
rear gunners?

I prided myself that at least
we hadn'’t come to that.

Now, Godborny,
I can believe.
He'’s a Pole.

They'’re excitable.

But Barrington, he'’s Scottish.

Well, we don'’t want people
like that escaping

and then undermining
morale back home.

Thank you for the chocolate.Oh, yeah. Have another piece.

Uh, no, thank you.
It was very nice,
but duty calls.

Ah, duty.

Nervous twitch.

I thought you were giving
a warning signal, no?

[laughs]

[chuckles]

And one for his nob.

[in German]

[parrot squawks][sighs]

[cuckoo clock chiming]

[Ferret] Hmm.

Right, now my plan is this.

Um, I shall be in charge
of the whole operation
incidentally.

Surprise, surprise.

Yes, well, I do think
somebody has to be,

and I, uh, believe I'’m pretty
confident in escaping,
having escaped 23 times.

Well, so what?
You'’re still here.

You'’ve been captured 23 times.
This is competence?

Yes, thank you. We'’ve been
through all that, Cosgrove.

Well, very well.

Does anyone else
put themselves forward?

Good. Right. Now, perhaps
we can get on with it.

Um, I shall be known
as Big F incidentally.

[door closes][guards speaking German]

Now I plan no less
than five tunnels.

Here, here, here,
here and here.

They will be called Tom, Dick,
Harry, Julian and Gladys.

Julian?

After my son. He'’s 15.
He'’s a fine boy, considering.

And, Gladys, would that
by any chance be named
after the little lady?

It most certainly
would not!

She isn'’t little,
she isn'’t a lady,

and I'’ll thank you
never to mention her again.

Still, it'’s a nice thought.

Perhaps I'’ll go
through Gladys.
[chuckles]

Yes, that'’s why I called
one of the tunnels Gladys.

I realize that some of you

who aren'’t quite
out of the top drawer

enjoy the occasional
dirty little snigger.

Izzy, how soon can you make me
German military or civilian
uniforms for 327 prisoners?

[clicks tongue]

For you, four months.

I'’ll give you two.

Three. I can'’t do it in less.

Done. [clears throat]

Shorty, can you make up 327 sets
of forged documents
in three months?

If God helps us,
and if I have the ink, yes.

Anything to get away
from these buggers.

Right.

We go in three months from now.

Or on the first moonless night
following it.

[whistles]

[grunts]

Do you see those weeds,
Donaldson?

There'’s water round here.
Probably an underground spring.

Oh, my God.What?

What? We don'’t want water
going into certain...

[whispers] ...underground places
of great importance.

Sorry, Donaldson.
Not quite with you.

Oh, you mean
the tunnels!

God, no, I never
thought of that.

Shut up about tunnels,
Einstein.

I know he probably
can'’t understand us,

but you know
how bad my nerves are.

Not one escape now
for a month.

Not one man in the cooler.

Not even a complaint
about the soup.

That must be very gratifying.

Of course it'’s not gratifying.
Do you think I am stupid?

It means you are giving all
your energies to something else.
What are you planning?

Absolutely nothing,
Herr Kommandant.

[scoffing]
I do not believe you.

That is your privilege.

Why so gloomy, Einstein?

This sandy earth will be
the ruin of my asparagus.

Casualty of war,
old chap.

Getting the earth out of the
tunnels is the real headache.[sighs]

Well... [sniffs]
...why don'’t we use
some of the tunnels

to store the earth
from the other tunnels?

Good thinking, Shorty.

Well, no tunnel could take more
earth than we dug out of it,

so we'’d end up with
five tunnels full of earth,

and we might as well
not have bothered to dig
in the first place.

Congratulations, Shorty,
on fatuousness
beyond the call of duty.

[inhales sharply]

Yes, as I say, it'’s good
that you are thinking, Shorty,

but, uh, do try to be sensible.[screams, grunts]

Care for a piece
of chocolate, old man?

I can'’t. The Kommandant
wants to see Herr Forrester.

Which of you is Herr Forrester?

I am Wing Commander
Forrester.

The Kommandant
wants to see you.

Now!

[clears throat]

Please. Tell me
what you are planning.

Would you really expect me to?

If we were planning anything,

which we aren'’t.

If you think we are,
although we aren'’t,

well, you are just gonna have
to try and find out, aren'’t you?

How can we?

You are crack airmen,

your resolution and invention
sharpened by desperation.

We are a rabble.

Leftovers. The dregs.

Well, that'’s your problem.

My men can find out nothing.
They are stupid.

The good men went to the front,

to the panzer divisions,
to Rommel, to the Luftwaffe
and the navy.

But you'’re not stupid.
You said so yourself.

[scoffs]

I am old.

[reading aloud in German]

[speaking Welsh]

What an ugly language, eh?

What, worse than Welsh?

How dare you compare
Welsh to German?

You really hate them,
don'’t you?

I thought
you taught German.

Well, I didn'’t know
I hated them.

I thought it was
the French I hated.

Mind you, I don'’t like them
much either.

What about the English?

Can'’t stand the bastards.Yeah, right?

I like the British.

I once took a walking tour
of Offa'’s Dyke. [chuckles]

Good times in pubs.

"A pint of Ansells,
please". [laughs]

If you make a big escape,
we are all for the Ostfront--

the Eastern Front--
or worse.

So...

Please, help us.

I'’m embarrassed
by your defeatism.

Me too, but... I am weary.

I am sorry. [sighs]

I'’d like to help you.

[clicks tongue] Oh, well.

[cuckoo clock chiming][door closes]

My poor old asparagus.

Never mind that.

The escape committee
wishes to interview you.

Eight o'’clock this evening,
Pilot Officer Price Egerton.

Oh, good.

[whispers] Because I'’ve got
something to tell you.

I'’m sorry to have
to question you like this,
Price Egerton.

I know your father.
He'’s a damn good chap.

Jesus. [sighs]

Your point, Morrison?

I just cannot believe
the British class system.

No, I don'’t suppose you can,
since you'’ve had
no experience with class.

Oh, yeah. That'’s right.
New Zealand'’s a complete dump.

I forgot.[clears throat]

Please tell us,
Price Egerton,

why you crawled out
from under a hut

and practically fell over one
of the German ferrets?

I know it was stupid of me,
but then I'’m not very bright.

I had an idea, you see?

[Chump]
You had an idea?

Didn'’t they teach you
at Pudsey Grammar School

that sarcasm is one
of the lowest forms
of wit, Cosgrove?

Ignore them, Einstein.
What'’s your idea?

Well, I knew there
was water around,

and I thought there might be
a well somewhere around,

and I found it.

The Germans had built
a hut on top of it.

[Prof] Brilliant.

That'’s a brilliant idea,
Einstein.

Well, I think we can all see
what he'’s driving at, can't we?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Be, um--

Be nice to give him
an opportunity to spell it out
for himself though.

Well, I thought the earth
from the tunnels
could go down the well.

[Prof] Precisely.

Bang on, Einstein.
Knew you had it in you.

Your mother was a lovely person.

[parrot squawks]

A glass of schnapps?Oh.

Thank you, uh, very much indeed.

I like you.

You may call me Heinrich.

Uh, Well,
thank you again, Heinrich.

You may call me Big F.

Ah.

There.

Big F?

Yes, Heinrich.

You must be digging,
yet there is no earth.

Really?

Yes.

I know you have a plan.
Will you tell me what it is?

You know I can'’t. Cheerio.

I didn'’t expect you
to tell me. Cheerio.

Here comes the difficult bit.

I almost feel a fool asking.

One can always ask.

You'’re right.

My, uh--

My request is this.

Please, may we come with you?

But he was serious.

"We know we can'’t
stop you going," he said.

"And the moment you have gone,
we'’re dead men."

[scoffs] Ridiculous.

Well, it'’s not that ridiculous
from his point of view.

I mean, the bugger'’s
probably right.

Um, maybe it isn'’t so ridiculous
from our point of view.

Uh, I mean, it would
make things easier.

Huh. "It would
make things easier."

What an uplifting philosophy.

Look, you wouldn'’t be
so scornful if I was Australian.

I'’m sorry, Big F,
but I think Owly'’s right.

Look, you'’re
a clever chap, Prof.

Intellectual, academic.

Why don'’t you leave
the practicalities

to those of us who haven'’t got
their heads in the clouds.

There'’s a good chap.I was actually thinking
on practical lines.

It would make things easier.

There'’d be no guards,
no searchlights,
nobody to sound the alarm.

[Shorty] Ah. But could we
trust the buggers?

They wouldn'’t need
German uniforms.

That'’s true already.

They all have
German uniforms already.

And documents.

They'’ve all got
German passports.

I'’ll give the buggers that.

What causes most
escapes to fail?

Our ignorance of German.
Well, they all speak German.

Ah!Some good ideas there.

For a man with his head
in the clouds.

Now, not you too, Chump.

No, I am sorry, Big F,
but I think this idea,

fantastic though it sounds,
has logic on its side.

Now we touched on logic
at Pudsey Grammar School.

And I believe it'’s logical
for the Jerries,

in their predicament,
to accept reality
and make this suggestion.

I also think it'’s logical
for us to be realists

and accept their help.

I absolutely refuse.

Sorry, Big F.

It'’s five-to-one against.

[scoffs] You can'’t have
democracy in wartime.

Then what the hell
are we fighting for?

[grunts]

Good God.[grunts]

What the hell did you think--You'’re a German, man!

Once you'’re to
the other side of the wire,
you won'’t get a second chance.

I'’m not going.
I am staying here
with Hoppy and Stefan.

No. As a matter of fact,
you'’re not.

Everyone'’s going now,
apparently.

Even Scottish homosexuals.

Sit down, Big F.

Thank you. I prefer to stand.

A bit chilly this morning.

I thought it was the British
who confined themselves
to small talk about the weather.

I wasn'’t talking
about the weather.

Oh, well, yes.

Look, were you serious
about coming too?

Of course.

We have no alternative.
You can trust me, incidentally.

Well, of course I can trust you.

You'’re a gentleman.
It takes one to know one.

[chuckles]

You trust me, but you
disapprove of my request?

Of course I do. It'’s ridiculous.

It is, isn'’t it?
Splendidly ridiculous. [laughs]

The Germans have no sense
of the ridiculous.

You should beware
of racial stereotypes.

So, can we come with you?

Against my better
judgement, yes.

Good.

We can be ready by Tuesday.

Tuesday? [scoffs]

The tunnels won'’t be finished
for at least three weeks.

So, there are tunnels?

Oh, my God.

Ha--

Have I been tricked?

[chuckles] No, you tell us
what we know. There are tunnels.

What we don'’t know is where.

And if you wish to hide them,

our chocolate-mad guards
won'’t find them.

But now that we
are coming with you,
we don'’t need tunnels.

We can walk out of the gate.

Walk out of the gate? [scoffs]

Walk out of the gate?

Men have sweated their guts out.

We'’ve dug tunnels.

We'’ve-- We've made air pumps.

We'’ve laid railway tracks.

We'’ve built trolleys.

It'’s like the London
underground down there.

Men have risked their lives.

[scoffs] This is
a classy operation,

and we'’re not simply
going to abandon it
and walk out of the gate.

Now that is ridiculous.

There is a right way
and a wrong way
of doing these things,

KommandantStubenhalle.

If you were British,
you would realize that.

We only needed five tunnels
in case Jerry discovered
some of them.

Well, that'’s hardly relevant,
now that they'’re coming too.

So, I am closing down
Tom, Dick and Harry

and concentrating
on Julian and Gladys,
which are further advanced.

No chance of discussing it,
I suppose.

If Hitler'’s a dictator,
Big F, what are you?

Oh, thank you.

That'’s just the support
I needed.

All right.

I suggest we close down
Tom, Dick and Harry.

Sounds like
a grand idea to me.
All those in favour?

[panting]

Rather dashing. [sighs]

Yes.

Oh, damn.

[panting]

Could you spell
Obergefreiter?

O-B-R-G-F-R-E-I-T-E-R.

[grunts]

Julian has broken through.

Julian has broken through.

Julian has broken through.

[in German]

[radio presenter
speaking German]

[cuckoo clock chimes]

We go on the 23rd or the 24th.
That'’s in 16 or 17 days' time.

[Izzy]
Why the delay already?

There will be no moon then.

Why does the moon matter?

There will be nobody
stopping us.

I reckon we should
get leaving now.

Mmm. It'’s a question
of a thing they probably
didn'’t teach you

at Pudsey Grammar School,
Chump.

It'’s called "style".

You get engaged
on long summer evenings

just as the western sky
is flushed with
the first tinge of pink.

You get divorced on
dank, dark Thursdays...
[sighs]

...when even the gunmetal sky
is weeping.

And you escape from prison camps
on dark still moonless nights.

I would have thought there was
a practical reason too.

Yes, well, trust you
to take the poetry out of it.

Oh, yes, I'’m from dull, unpoetic
little New Zealand, aren'’t I?

My God,
I'’d like to correct some of
your cultural misconceptions.

I'’d just like to see
the look on your face

when I showed you
Dunedin Public Library.

How on earth were you
ever made an officer, Morrison?

[radio presenter
speaking German]

So, clear skies tomorrow night,
but, uh, cloudy the night after.

Looks like
the night after
is the one.

[in German]

Yes, I'’m not too bad.

I prefer to speak English,
though, if you don'’t mind.

You are our guests
on this operation.

Yes, that is fair.
In English only then.

To a dark moonless night.

A dark moonless night.

Don'’t get up.

Oh, you weren'’t.

Well, according to the German
weather forecast,

the night after tomorrow
will be better.

Yeah? Einstein says
exactly the reverse.

Tell me, Chump,
which do you trust more?

The mighty German war machine,

or the rather dim third son
of an English country gentleman?

The rather dim third son.

Good man. So do I.

We go tomorrow night.

We go tomorrow night.

We go tomorrow night.

We go tomorrow night.

We go tomorrow night.

[in German]

[microphone feedback squeals]

[door opens]

[parrot speaks German]

Well done, Einstein.

Well done, indeed.

[brick scrapes, thuds]

[dirt clattering]

[scraping]

[chattering in German]

[scoffs]

My men would never
have found it.

Yes. Well, I don'’t like
to boast, but I think
we are pretty nifty

when it comes to escaping.

So, where will you go,
Heinrich? Home?

Oh, dear, no.
We will be marked men when
the empty camp is discovered.

Switzerland. Perhaps, Sweden.

Lisbon?

I might even attempt to get
to South America.

Will you be sad
to leave Germany?

Of course I will, Big F.
It is my home.

Can I have a word, Big F?
In private.

Oh, very well. Carry on.

Pitch black.
Perfect night for it.

Well, what is it, Chump?

I still don'’t trust him.

I mean, they are still
the enemy, aren'’t they?

What are you suggesting?

I think we should
make them go first.

Make sure they don'’t
leave anybody behind.

[scoffs] Well, I don'’t fancy
telling Heinrich that.

He thinks I trust him.
He respects me as a gentleman.

And is your reputation
as a gentleman more important
than the success of this escape?

Well, no. [scoffs]
Of course not.

What a thing to say.

Well, then. Besides...

Besides? Besides what?

They'’re our tunnels.
It is our escape.

We should run
the show our way.

I think we should
make them escape first.

[thunder rumbles]

But--

All right.
Synchronise watches, please.
The escape will commence at...

2315 hours precisely.

Now the first
to escape will be--

All the Germans.

[all cheering]

[in German]

I'’m disappointed
in you, Big F.

It'’s not a question
of trust, Heinrich.
Of course we trust you.

We have
a gentlemen'’s agreement.

But this is our show.
You begged us.

You, our captors, to come
along and help you out. Hmm?

Look, we'’d be failing
in our duty.

[stutters]
It would be unseemly.

It would lack the proper style
if we didn'’t humiliate you
a little first. Hmm?

You must see that.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

I'’d do the same
in your position.
Fine, we go first.

See you on the other side
of the wire, Big F.

See you on the other side
of the wire, Heinrich.

[grunts]

[panting]

[speaking German]

[hums]

It'’ll do.

You know, I never really
feel I know you, Izzy.

Of course you don'’t.

I hide behind
the racial stereotype.

I beg your pardon?

A little Jewish tailor
who always says,
"Already, already".

So, who knows
the real me?

Nobody.

So it'’s easier
to get through the war.

Gosh. That'’s a jolly
clever wheeze.

Wish I'’d thought of becoming
a stereotype Englishman,

then nobody
would have known
the real me.

All right. That'’s the last
of the Germans gone.

Last of the Krauts have
gone through Gladys, Big F.

Please. They'’re gonna
help us get out of Germany.

I really don'’t think
you should call them Krauts,
especially behind their backs.

Manners are important,
as you'’d know if you'd--

Oh, as I'’d know if I'd gone
to public school.

By heck, Big F.

There are times I hope I never
set eyes on you again.

I don'’t think you will.

We'’re hardly likely to move in
the same social circles, are we?

Shorty, why don'’t you go first?

Oh, thank you.

Oh--Hang on a minute, everybody!

Oh, what is it now, Prof?
Another lecture on logic?

Einstein had an idea.

And I think it'’s
a very interesting one.

Tell them, Einstein.

Thank you.

Well, it'’s this really.

It'’s awfully peaceful
without the Germans.
Why don'’t we just stay?

[thunder rumbling]

Tommy!

Where are you?

Has something gone wrong?

Einstein, I'’m ashamed of you.

Your parents will be turning
in their graves,
if they weren'’t still alive.

Well, it-- it would be quite
pleasant without them here.

Quite pleasant?
Quite pleasant?

One has to make allowances
for you. You'’re not British.

But, Prof,
I am surprised at you.

You'’re an intelligent man.
How can you take
this nonsense seriously?

It would have
enormous advantages.

Such as?

[Prof] None of us would die.

[thunder rumbling]

Shorty, what do you say?

Well, I like the idea
of not dying.

Well, there'’d be no lights out,
no stretches in the cooler.

It would be an awful shame
to miss the asparagus.

Asparagus? Asparagus?

It'’s lovely hot
with melted butter.

I prefer it cold,
with a good vinaigrette.

Yum-yum. [chuckles]

Yum-yum?

Gentlemen, what'’s happened
to the bulldog spirit?

[Kommandant] What is happening?
Where are you?

Big F, what is going on?

Oh, come on, chaps.

It is a prisoner'’s duty
to escape.

But there aren'’t
any guards anymore,
so we aren'’t prisoners anymore.

Chump, can you help me out?

You are appealing to me
for help?

Oh, please. No sarcasm. [sighs]
Perhaps I am tired.

I just don'’t seem
to have it in me to persuade
these fellas anymore.

You'’re young, energetic.
The stage is yours.

Prove to us that grammar schools
can turn out leaders.

I'’m sorry, Big F.

There is a time for heroes,
and maybe this isn'’t it.

So we break out? What happens?

Even with the help
of all them Jerries out there,

a lot of us will be picked up
before we reach the frontier.

Shot maybe.
Certainly imprisoned.

And those of us who do make it
back to Blythe Hill

find their wives in bed
with other men.

Then they'’ll shoot those men
right in the guts.

End up in Dartmoor.

And how many of us
will fight again, eh?

One? Two?

Is it worth it when the Allies
are already beginning to win
the war without us.

I vote we stay.

[clicks tongue] Oh, Chump.

[dogs barking]

I am coming back to find out
what is going on.

The Kommandantis leading them
back through the tunnels.

Chump, get Gladys blocked off.
I am going down Julian.

We must stop them.

-Come on, lads.
-This way, gents. After them.

Hurry!

Careful, sir.
We don'’t want to lose you.

Risk I have to take, Barton.

[British soldiers shouting]

[Prof] What are you going to do?

Create a roof fall.

Well, what else can I do?

Well, you be careful, Chump.

It'’d be a bit of a bind
if you bought it now.

[muttering in German]

Come on.

[grunts, groans]

[grunts] Wing Commander!

Big F, are you all right?

[Forrester] Oh.Oh, thank God.

Get me out of here.

[grunts, speaks German]

[grunting]

[Kommandant groans][speaking German]

[grunts]

[coughing, grunts]

[panting]

[grunts]

Chump! Chump!

Yes, all right,
clear away. Come on.

Come on. A chair
for the wing commander.

[timber creaking]

Chump! Chump. [sighs]

Einstein?

[coughing]

[Forrester]
Let'’s get him to the lavs.

[shouting in German]

[guards shouting in German]

I'’m going to have to go
and talk to them.

[shouting continues]

[in German]

[shouting stops]

I trusted you.

I thought you were
an English gentleman.

[Forrester] You should beware
of racial stereotypes.

Come on, you'’ll never do it.
There'’s three times
as many of us.

We'’re crack airmen.
You'’re rabble.
Leftovers. The dregs.

If a German lorry
or the SS turn up now,

how will you explain
what you'’re doing outside?

[Forrester] Good point.

[Forrester, in German]

[horn honking]

[all cheering]

[in German]

I came back to wish you luck.

That'’s extraordinarily generous
of you under the circumstances,
Heinrich.

No. It is realism.

Our fortunes
are linked to yours.

If you are not found out,
then nobody will know
that we have escaped.

If you are found out,
then we will become the hunted.

Well, I wish you luck too.

[Kommandant] Thank you.

Cos if you'’re caught,
then we'’re for it.

We will not be caught.

We speak good German.
We have correct papers.

We can be thousands
of miles away on leave
in neutral countries.

If you are not caught.

I also wish you luck, Heinrich,
because I like you.

Thank you, Big F.
I like you too.

Please, call me F.

Thank you.

I hope we meet again
in happier times, F.

Yes.

Look, if this silly business
ever ends,

which, of course, it will,

and you happen to find yourself
in the vicinity of Weybridge,

do look in.

Number 33 Bagshot Road.

Thank you.

Better turn these lights out.
It don'’t look normal.

Yes, good, uh--
Good thinking, Chump.

Look, I-- I-- I do mean that.

I-- I know vague invitations,
when you don'’t give a date,

are often insincere,

but it'’s just that
I can'’t give you a firm date,

because I don'’t know when
this damn war is going to end,

but I do mean it.

Not a great man with an oven,

but I can turn out
an acceptable roast dinner.

[chuckles] Thank you.

Well...

Auf Wiedersehen,F.

Auf Wiedersehen,Heinrich.

You were bang on
with that lorry, Chump.

And that was a very clever
remark you made back there
at the gate, Owly.

For a New Zealander,
you mean.

[grunts] Why the hell
did you do that?

In German,
always in German.Ugh.

We don'’t need that now.
We'’re all allies.

Uh, far from it.

Supplies will be arriving.
There will be
telephone calls, inspections.

Everything will have to seem
just as it was
when Jerry was here.

Now, that means--

Precisely. We'’re gonna need
bags of Jerries.

Jerries to run the camp,
Jerries to answer the phone,

Jerries to run the cookhouse,
Jerries to accept supplies.

Yeah. I'’d estimate

we are gonna need
at least 100 of us
turning into Jerries overnight.

Gott im Himmel.

Well done, Shorty.
You'’ve just volunteered.

By tomorrow morning,
if a laundry van arrives,
delivery van, whatever,

everything must be
absolutely normal.

Place must be stiff
with German guards.

Can I just say, Big F,

since I know you weren'’t
in favour of this
particular course of action,

how much we admire
the wholeheartedness

in which you have thrown
yourself into this operation.

Uh, no, Chump, you may not.
There isn'’t time. But thank you.

Well, I'’m a realist,
I face facts.
The past is dead and gone.

Ugh. How true.

Now, does anybody have any ideas
where we are going
to find 100 Germans?

First of all,
everyone who speaks German.

Mm. Sounds reasonable.

[Izzy] All those I'’ve made
German uniforms for already.

Good thinking.Ah.

But do we know how many
of the men who have German
uniforms speak German?

That'’s a very good point,
Shorty. We must find out.

How many of you speak German?

Good. Thank you.
Put your hands down.

[in German]

Four.

But how come 17 of you
say you understand German,

but then when I ask you how many
of you speak German in German,

only four of you
put your hands up?

Come on, chaps.
I don'’t want lies.

I don'’t want wishful thinking.
How many of you
can really speak German?

Four.Yes, I can count.

Oh, God. [sighs]

So, if any Germans turn up
at the camp tomorrow,

they'’ll find four men
in German uniforms who
can actually speak German.

Perhaps we should find out
how many of those who don'’t have
German uniforms speak German.

[Shorty]
Quiet boys, please. Quiet.

[Shorty] Nine.

I can count.

Nine.

Bloody hell!

Izzy, how quickly can you get
me nine German uniforms made?

For you, six days.

Two days.Four days.

Done.

It is possible that some
of the German uniforms I made

for prisoners who don'’t speak
German already might fit some
of the nine German speakers

who don'’t have
German uniforms already.

I'’ll see what I can do.

Right. Now I'’m gonna become
the camp Kommandant.

Oh. Surprise, surprise.

Yes, I'’ll pretend
you didn'’t say that, Chump,

to spare you the shame
you will feel when you recall
that you did say it.

I don'’t want the job.
I don'’t wanna be a German.

I'’d like your job.My job?

You'’re going to be
the unofficial leader
of the prisoners.

You'’ll be known as Big C.

Thank you, Big F.
I am touched.

Don'’t be a chump, Chump.
You'’re the obvious man.

[clicks tongue] Well,
I'’ll get some escape plans
drawn up straight away.

Escape plans? You don'’t need
to escape now, do you, Chump?

Well, I'’ve got to do something.

It'’s a little question
of what we at Pudsey Grammar
School would call "style".

There'’s no time for style now.
We'’ve got work to do.

Do you have a German uniform
that fits, Big F?

Good thinking, Prof.
No, I don'’t, and I must.

How soon can you
make me one, Izzy?

[clears throat] For you,
12 o'’clock this morning.

Six o'’clock.Nine o'’clock.

Done. Off you go then.
Get away--

He'’s gone already.Yes, I see.

Right. Now, we'’re gonna have
to teach a lot more men German
pretty damn quick.

Who should do that
do you think, Shorty?

Oh, no. No.

[sighs] Hey-ho.

Another casualty of the war.

[parrot] Heil Hitler.

Now you better pull
your finger out,
young bird. Try this.

Now... [imitating
Winston Churchill]

Never in the field
of human conflict

has so much been owed
by so many, uh, to so few.

[parrot] Heil Hitler.[clicks tongue] Right.

Come on here, you nuts.[parrot squawking]

Stop moving.

How can I measure you
if you move?

[sighs][parrot] Heil Hitler!

[sewing machine rattling]

[spits]

I am not at all happy
about your backside.

[phone rings]

Not happy at all.

Hallo.

Well... [sighs]
...check his papers.
Find out what he'’s bringing.

Hold him up as long as you can.
Ring me back when
he'’s gone and pray.

What'’s wrong with
my backside?

It doesn'’t fit my trousers.

[engine idling]

[in German]

[gears grinding]

Why can'’t people
be shaped liked clothes.

[phone ringing]

Hallo.

[gate guard]
I can'’t hold him any longer.

I told him we'’re all new.
I told him the Fuehrer'’s
had a new idea.

Rotation of staff.

Yes. I was quite
pleased with it.

He'’s gone to the cookhouse.

Well-- Oh, and he says
"Heil Hitler" a lot.

[sighs] Does he?
I'’ll sell him my parrot.

Big F--Look, he'’s gone
to the cookhouse.

No one there speaks German.

This isn'’t any time for your
perfectionist fiddle-faddle.
This isn'’t Savile bloody Row.

No. It'’s just that
your flies are undone.[parrot chuckles]

[in German]

[all, in German]

Barrington.

Barrington.

[sighs]

Are you Barrington?

Do you not know that I am?

Well, say "here."

Can you not see
that I am here?

Everything has to look
like a normal German camp.

And in a normal German camp,
the prisoners say "here."

So, please, just say, "Here."

Nothing, well, here.

Thank you.

Barton?[Barton] Here.

And fully understanding
the necessity for all
this palaver, unlike some.

Oh, shut up.

That'’s a bit rich.

Chap fits in,
does what he'’s told,
gets a rocket.

Look, we have to
do things properly.

You have to say "here,"

not, "Fully understanding
the necessity for all
this palaver, unlike some."

Supposing everybody said,

"Fully understanding
the necessity for all
this palaver, unlike some."

[whimpers] We would
be here all day.

A lecture now? I thought
things would be fine
when the Germans had gone.

Seems some chaps
are getting decidedly edgy.

Shut up.

Who says "too edgy"?

Who? You?

[in German]

[sniffs]

We still need more Germans.

You two will become Germans
as from 1200 hours.
Do you understand?

Jawohl,
meinnothing fuehrer!

On second thought,
I'’m not sure
I want you on my side.

You can ignore that order
as far as you'’re concerned,
Haggis. Come on, Barton.

[Barton] This is
utterly unfair!

He refuses to say "here"
and swears.

All I do is say,
"Fully understanding
the necessity"--

Shut...

...up.

Ah, I have to inspect your hut.

Oh, fair enough. Can I bribe you
with a piece of chocolate?

Oh, you certainly can'’t.
I don'’t accept bribes.

I have a job to do.

Well, the German guards
always accepted bribes.

I don'’t care
what the German guards did.

I don'’t.

Besides, I'’m absolutely full.
I had a lovely steak for lunch.

Steak? We had mince.
Minced horse.

Actually, I could
hardly finish mine.

I rather gorged myself
on caviar.

[Shorty, in German]

What'’s German for
"Land of My Fathers"?

I like tits best.

Really?

I'’m a legs-and-arse man myself.

Great tits, blue tits,
cold tits.

What did you say?

Sorry, I thought you--
Sorry.

I think it'’s rather horrid
to talk about women like that,

as if they'’re just bodies
and not people.

Yeah, I suppose
you'’re right. I'm sorry.

Talking about women, Einstein,
have you ever, you know,
had a girlfriend?

No, I haven'’t.

What would I talk to them about?

I'’ve never got the hang of
all that conversation lark.

Stop idling!

Haven'’t you got work to do?
You, come here.

Come off it, Barton.

Look! When I say,
"Come here," I mean it.

Oh, don'’t be so stupid.

I don'’t think you will be
calling me stupid again
in a hurry.

Message for you.

The Kommandant
can see you straight away.

Do you think he was
just entering into
the spirit of the thing?

No, I think he was
enjoying his power.

Bound to be some, I suppose.

[clears throat]

You have a complaint, I believe.

Yeah, Barton just hit me.
You wanna watch him, Big F.

Uh, thank you. I think I know
how to control my men, Big C.

Uh, but that can'’t be
your complaint, can it?

Because you'’d asked to see me
before he hit you.

So, unless you are psychic,
you could hardly have asked to
see me to complain about that.

No, it'’s the grub.
You have steaks, caviar.

You are prisoners of war.

We'’re all prisoners of war.

And don'’t tell me
it'’s a question of style

that you have caviar
while we have mince,

otherwise I'’ll say
up yours, Big F.

Oh, do. That would be
so stylish.

No, it'’s, uh-- it's a question
of necessity, uh, Chump.

I find I can go thus far
and no further.

There are Jerries coming
into the camp all the time.

And I find I have inherited
certain black market perks,

which-- which are difficult
to turn down
without arousing suspicion.

I do have to maintain
some authenticity.

Pity, really. Most of
the chaps hate caviar.

Why you-- [grunts]

What the hell do you think
you are doing?

German, German,
speak German.

Oh, yes. [chuckles]

Well done.
Very good, Chump. Yes.

You didn'’t need to kick me
quite so hard.

Have to maintain
some authenticity.

[phone ringing]You bastard.

[in German]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

SS inspection tomorrow morning.

Oh, heck.

[grunts]

[speaking German]

That'’s better.

What?

[in German]

Oh. Sorry, I-- I still
don'’t understand much German,

unless it'’s spoken very slowly.

[Shorty] Come in.

[snorts] Gott im Himmel.

You do not say
"come in" in English.

[in German]

Yes, well, English
will do for now.

It'’ll be quicker.

Tell me this.

How many of your students
could pass as pucker Jerries?

[puffs]
In proper conversation,
maybe seven?

Oh, God.

A few words about the weather,
nice day, blah-blah-blah,

plus a few simple commands,
maybe, ooh, another 12.

Yes, unfortunately,
we can'’t guarantee

that the SS will stick to
"a few words about the weather,

nice day, blah-blah-blah,"
can we?

Damn.

So that'’s your seven,
plus another five,

plus the nine for whom
Izzy has got uniforms
that actually fit.

That makes a total of 21 people,
including myself,

who can safely be allowed
to speak German.

Out of a German
workforce of 112.

[clicks tongue] Some could
be off duty, out the camp.

Some could be shift workers
and asleep already.

Good, good. Let'’s say 20 asleep
and one day off in seven.

Uh, seven into 112 is...

Sixteen.

Sixteen. Thank you, Prof.

Sixteen plus 20 is 36.

Thirty-six away from 112...

Seventy-six.

Seventy-six. Thank you, Prof.

Seventy-six minus the 21
who can speak German leaves--

For you? 55.

Fifty-five.

Fifty-five supposed Germans
who can'’t speak German.

What am I going
to do with them?

Laryngitis.

Fifty-five German soldiers
with laryngitis.

Highly convincing.
Thank you, Owly.

[Izzy] Could be
German laryngitis.

Like German measles.

Only attacks Germans?

Don'’t be ridiculous, Izzy.

One little question
about Owly'’s idea,

of which you were
so scornful, Big F.

Do you have anything better?

Laryngitis it is.

Oh, God.

[soldier speaking German]

You are not tidy.
You are a dirty swine.

It'’s all right.
My sex life is legendary
in parts of Glasgow.

Oh, so you are insolent also.

[in German]

[clears throat] Come with me
to the cooler, please.

[stutters] Come on. Move it,
you homosexual Scottish bastard.

[grunts]

You, what is your name?

[speaks Polish]

Unfortunately for you,
I understand Polish.

And I have no intention
of humping a cabbage.

[grunts]

[in German]

[whispers] Do you speak German?

Come on. It'’ll have to do.

[in German]

[scoffs]

[in Polish]

[sniffs]

[in Polish]

[in German]

We meet again, Haggis.

The pleasure is entirely yours.

And what do you think
of life in the cooler?

Mm. It'’s not too bad.

It'’s a bit like living
in Glasgow.

[in German]

[in German]

[parrot, in German]

[sighs]

I shall speak to you all
in English for the last time.

After today,
we only speak English
to the prisoners.

And we give them
a miserable time.

Miserable. Is that understood?

[Shorty] You'’re enjoying this.

Come here.

Come here!

[stamps feet]

How dare you speak
to me like that?

You only declared
yourself Kommandant.
We haven'’t elected you.

Elected? Of course you haven'’t.

This isn'’t democratic now.
We'’re Germans.

And it'’s turning you nasty.
And you'’re bad enough
when you'’re British.

[Forrester] Shut up.

What do you want, hmm?

Anarchy?

Do you want to be found out?

What do you imagine the SS
would do to prisoners of war
masquerading as Jerries, huh?

You can just stick
to teaching German,

and, incidentally,
you can cut out all
that Welsh propaganda too.

If I hear one more man singing
"Cardiff, Cardiff, uüber alles,"

I will have your guts
for garters,
you short-arsed Welsh shit.

You all asked to stay here.

I didn'’t.

Well, now you'’ve made
your bed and you can
eat sauerkraut on it.

You will be nasty at all times,

and you will look as if
you are enjoying it.

Is that understood?

I will enjoy it.

A master race was
a brilliant idea.

I only wish we'’d
thought of it first.

Excuse me. This soup really
is absolutely disgusting.

One week in the cooler.
March him away.

[in German]

Uh, look, I, uh...

[sighs] ...have no alternative.

I have my orders.
Please don'’t tell your father.

Meade?[Meade] Here.

Meaker?[Meaker] Here.

Morrison?

Morrison?

[sighs]

Say "here," please, Morrison.

No, this is bloody stupid.
We'’re all on the same side.

Do you realize that if
the SS rumble what'’s happening,
we'’ll all be shot?

One word is all I ask.

No, the SS aren'’t here now,
so it'’s bloody stupid.

You of all people.

Oh, yes, a New Zealander leading
a rebellion. What a turn-up.

Two weeks in the cooler.
March him away.

[grunts]

Yes, you, uh--

You don'’t have to enjoy it
quite so much, Barton.

No! Leave him alone.

Chump, my men
have loaded rifles.

You wouldn'’t order them
to shoot me.

I might have no alternative.

They wouldn'’t.

If they realized that you were
seriously threatening

the stability of the situation,
they might have no alternative.

My God.

[in German]

[in German]

[fly buzzing]

[in German]

[sobs]

[in German]

Heil Hitler!

[sighs]

Better than the cooler, eh?I'’ll say.

Makes you appreciate
all this, you know?

There is a meeting
of the escape committee
in half an hour.

We'’d like to co-opt you onto it.

Me?

There are vacancies.

Shorty and Big F have left.

[Einstein] Resigned?

Not exactly. [sighs]

No, we haven'’t told them about
the meeting. It'’s a secret.

Uh-oh. But why me?

We'’d value your advice.

Well, I'’ve called this meeting
because things in this camp are
getting absolutely unbearable.

And I think there is only
one thing for it.

What'’s that?

We'’re gonna have to escape.

Let me get this right.

You'’re suggesting we escape
from our fellow prisoners?

That'’s right.

Without telling them?

Do you entirely trust them?
Do you trust Big F?

He'’s hardly in a position
to report us to the SS.

It would be more fun
not telling them.

Owly'’s right.

My only regret will be we can'’t
stay to see the bastard'’s face

when he finds out we'’re gone.

[stutters] Aren'’t we
condemning all the guards
to a dreadful fate?

What will happen to them
when we'’ve escaped already?

N-Nothing.

When they'’ve found out
we'’ve scarpered

and they know they can'’t
report us to anybody,
they'’ll come too.

If they haven'’t that much sense,
they don'’t deserve to escape.

Prof'’s right, as usual.

So, how do we escape?

Dig tunnels.But--

Well, maybe
I'’m being stupid,

but don'’t we already
have tunnels?

Yes, but Big F knows
where they are.

Look-- Well, no.

[Chump]
No. Go on, Einstein.

Well, because you'’re all clever,

I think you think Big F
is cleverer than he is.

But I don'’t think any of them
would ever be clever enough

to think that we'’d even think
of escaping from our allies.

So I think we should save time
and use the tunnels we'’ve got.

I think Einstein'’s right.

So, do we use all five tunnels,

or the two that are only
blocked, or just the one?

Just the one. It would be
quicker to get ready
and easier to go out.

All those in agreement?Yep.

Right. First thing tomorrow
morning, we unblock Owly.

Owly?

Yeah, well, I didn'’t
really fancy calling it
Julian any more.

And I thought I'’d name it
after you cos--

Well, I thought you were
dead brave the way you stood up
to Big F on that roll call.

Anyway, we know how much
it would annoy him. [scoffs]

Well, I, uh--

Well, that--
that'’s really, uh--

Oh, hell, I can'’t
have tears in my eyes.
I'’m a New Zealander!

[sighs][clears throat]

Yeah, well-- [chuckles]
You still got all those
civilian uniforms, Izzy?

Sure I got them.

So why should I
destroy them?

So when did Izzy Levinson
ever destroy good material?
So, you tell me.

Yeah, right. Okay.
No offence.

Now, we'’re gonna need somebody
to replace Shorty on documents.I'’ll do it.

You? Well, sorry to doubt you,
but what qualifications
have you got?

Well, why do you think
I wear glasses?

From poring over documents.

What were you, a clerk?

No, a forger.

A forger?

Do you think New Zealand'’s
too dull to have criminals?

I'’m a forger. Forged my way
into the Royal Air Force.

Well, that'’s good enough for me.

[soldiers speaking German]

SS.

[grunting]

SS.

[in German]

Apparently, Mitchell based
the design on a seagull.

[in German]

[clears throat]

[speaks German]

He thinks you might
be trying to escape.

[laughs]
Little does he know, eh?[chuckles]

[Steffenberg, in German]

[Forrester, in German]

Right. Owly'’s unblocked.

So when do we go?

Einstein, any ideas
on the weather?

It will be overcast
a couple of days yet.

We could go tomorrow then.

I agree. If we delay, the war
could be over before we escape.

So, if the war'’s ending already,
why don'’t we just wait?

It was meant to be over
before the first Christmas.

I won'’t believe it's over
till it'’s over.Yeah.

We'’ve got to escape.
Big F will hate it.[Prof snorts]

Who agrees we go tomorrow?

Chump.

Do we have anything
to say to each other?

Well, I-I hope so, Chump.

Um, as a matter of fact,
I'’m-- I'm rather churned up
at the moment.

Oh, churned up, Big F. Why?

Well, it'’s the big day tomorrow,
and it puts me
in rather an odd position.

You mean you know?

Of course I know.
I didn'’t know you knew.

Now wait a minute.
You didn'’t know I knew what?

About my trip to Berlin.

Berlin? Whatever for?

To see the fuehrer.
He is giving me the Iron Cross.

The Iron Cro-- Why?

Because nobody
has escaped from this camp
since I came here.

[laughs]

Do you find it funny?

Well, I mean,
it'’s a bit ironical.

Ironical?

Well, a British officer
receiving Germany'’s top
military medal, Big F?

[scoffs]

Oh, yes, yes.
I can see that it'’s ironical.

I'’m just surprised that you can,
Big C, that'’s all.

I didn'’t tell him
what'’s really ironical

is that just as he'’s
getting the Iron Cross

because nobody'’s escaped
from his camp,

we'’ll all be escaping
from his camp. [chuckles]

[speaking German]

[Forrester speaks German]

[Smithers] Heil Hitler!

What are you doing
with him?

You'’ve heard of
carrier pigeons.

Carrier parrots
are one better.

He'’s a carrier parrot?

Well, where'’s his message?

In his head. That'’s why
they'’re one better.

[Einstein] Who'’s a pretty
Allied polly then?

[parrot] Fellas escaping
from Stalag Luft.

Help, help!

I have a way with birds.

You'’re a marvel.

But what happens if he
flies to the Germans?

Oh, he won'’t. Have faith.

[in German]

What'’s German for cocoa?

Cocoa.

Owly, open your namesake.

Right.

[sobs]

Oh, hell. Sorry. [grunts]

[wheels squeaking]

It'’s okay, chaps.

[opera plays on phonograph]

[opera continues]

[in German]

[groans]

[knocking]

[moans]

[opera stops]

[explosion in distance]

[exclaims]

[grunts]

[explosion in distance]

[chandelier rattling]

[glass breaks]

[items shattering]

[explosions continue]

Halt! Who goes there?

Don'’t shoot. We're English.

[tank officer] English?

We'’re in the process
of escaping from this camp.

Good Lord.

[chuckles] Congratulations.

Except-- Well, I-I could
have saved you the trouble.
I'’m about to capture it.

Well, don'’t worry. We wouldn't
have missed it for the world.

It'’s been fun.

Well done.

This may sound a silly question,

but did a parrot tell you
to come here?

Good Lord! Your parrot
did arrive in our midst.

Hurrah.

[tank officer] Well, no.

No, not terribly
hurrah, actually.

There wasn'’t any message.
All it said was, "Heil Hitler."

[Einstein] Oh, no.

I'’m afraid we strangled it.

Oh, you didn'’t!

War teaches you to hate.

Oh, is this man English too?

[grunts] No.
I'’m a New Zealander.

Ah, bad luck.

Oh, no, not you as well.

Right, men, we'’re going in.

Driver, advance.

Attack!

Tally-ho!

[in German]

Mmm.

[explosion]

Oh.

[gasps, grunts]

Ah.

Uh...

[grunts, groans]

[Chump] Don'’t shoot!

[tank officer] Hands up!

Resistance is useless!

We have you surrounded!

[Chump] Don'’t shoot!

[Prof]
There aren'’t any Germans
in the camp at all.

No Germans? Pull the other one!

Forward, driver.

[Shorty] No, no, no!
We'’re British! We're British!

[Barton] Oh, hurrah!
We'’re being rescued!
Hurrah! Hello, chaps!

Don'’t shoot! I am Welsh!

Peter Piker picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

Where'’s the peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piker picked?

[Shorty sings in Welsh]

♪ Land of hope and glory♪

Good Lord. Hold your fire, men!

It'’s incredible!

So where are the Germans?

It'’s a long story.

[in German]

Heinrich?

F. [stutters]

What brings you to Berlin?

You'’ll laugh.
[laughs]

I'’m not sure I remember how to.

Hitler has given me
the Iron Cross

because nobody'’s escaped
from the camp.

[laughs, coughs]

Don'’t make me laugh.
My chest hurts.

[laughs]

What-- What'’s happened to you?

I thought you were going
to escape easily.

Stupid accident.

I had all my papers stolen.

I couldn'’t go
to the authorities.

A Kommandantwho had escaped
from his own camp.

I have lived with the rats.

I have breakfasted
in the sewers. I--

[siren wailing]

You ruined my war.

Sorry. If it'’s any consolation,

I feel as if I haven'’t had
a good war either.

How'’s my parrot?

Oh, thriving.
He'’s had a good war.

I'’d like to see him again.

Tell me, how--
how do you survive?

By being terrified of dying.

I am so sorry.
You'’re a good man.

Oh, please, don'’t.

Terrible things happen
to good men.

You'’ve become a cynic.Are you surprised?

Look, how would you like
my Iron Cross?

What'’s it worth?

The honour.

No, thank you.

Well, I'’d, uh-- I'd better go.
I'’ve got your camp to run.

[scoffs] The irony is,
I run a harsher regime
than you ever did.

Goodbye, Heinrich.

Goodbye, F.

F.

I will.

[Forrester] Will what?

If I'’m ever in the vicinity
of Weybridge, no?

[cheering]

[prisoners whistling]

[speaks German]

Hello, chaps.

Is this man British too?

No, he'’s the German Kommandant.

Chump? [chuckles]

Chump?

Chump.

Einstein, Prof.

Uh, Shorty, Izzy, Owly.

Speak up for a chap.

You can see he'’s German.
He'’s got the Iron Cross.

[chuckles]
No, no, chaps, play fair.

Come clean. This--

This just isn'’t cricket!

Einstein,
you'’re a Price Egerton.
Think of your father.

My father'’s a cruel sod.

Good effort,
but rather overdone.

I am always cautious
about racial stereotypes.

I'’ve never liked him.

Nothing personal,
but there won'’t be much room

for people like him
in the new classless
post-war Britain.

[chuckles] Look, Shorty,
my old Welsh friend, hmm?

[stutters] Owly,
my old Kiwi mucker, eh?

[sighs] Izzy, Izzy,
I could help you.

I know a committee member
of the Finchley Golf Club.

[grunts] Chaps.

Chaps!

There'’s one foolproof way
to find out. Never fails.

Look, look, there'’s been
a terrible misunder-- [grunts]

[shouting in German]

Sergeant!

[continues shouting in German]

[Forrester continues shouting
in German]