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[steam train chuffing]

[steam hissing]

[train whistle blowing]

[machine gunfire rattles]

[men yelling]

- Pick your targets carefully.

Remember our boys are out there.

Captain Williams spread the word.

We go in exactly five minutes,

whether McBain's taken out the machine-gun or not.

Instruct all company captains to listen for the whistle.

- Sir.

[suspenseful music] [gunfire rattling]

- We have five minutes. - Yes Sir.

- Five minutes.

Five minutes okay!

Five minutes! - Yes Sir!

Five minutes.

Do it.

- Right, dash over punch through.

Yorkie take Ash right, you come with me.

[tense music]

[gunshot bangs]

[gunfire banging]

- No!

- Ash!

Ash!

- You, you come on.

The best thing we can do now from now mate

is to take out that gun.

Come on you!

- Billy, right on!

[gunfire clattering]

- Down.

[explosion booming]

[gunshot bangs]

- Clear!

- We are clear lads.

Fall back.

Move! Move!

Go!

- Prepare to charge!

[whistle blowing]

- Push through, come one.

Push through!

- I've got a box full of reports just like that

in my quarters, stretching back to '42.

Norway, the Mediterranean, Holland, Sword Beach, the Orne.

You name it, they've done it,

usually deep behind enemy lines.

If anyone is capable of pulling this off, they are.

- What you reckon these Yanks want with us anyway?

- Don't know.

Don't care.

- Teach 'em how to fight, I reckon.

- At ease, Gentlemen.

This is Brigadier General Groves

from the American Office of Strategic Services.

Captain Jackson from the 2nd US Ranger Battalion.

- And Major Davis from Six Section

who'll tell you what's going on.

- This, gentlemen, is Colonel Otto Kellerman.

The Brigadier General's agent in the First German Army

has just communicated that Kellerman is spending the week

inspecting the region's defences

in preparation for the American advance,

Which means that he's carrying maps detailing the location

of every big gun for miles around.

Tomorrow night, you are going to parachute

behind enemy lines for a lightning-fast smash and grab raid.

You'll ambush the Colonel

as he's traveling between installations.

Once you're in possession of the maps,

you'll link up with the French Resistance

in the nearby village of Saint Marie.

They will arrange quick passage back to a highly advanced

element of the 3rd Cavalry who'll be waiting

behind the enemy front line to bring you back.

- The men of the 3rd Cavalry

will be in extreme danger.

So if you're late, they won't wait.

- You won't be in uniform, so if anything goes wrong,

the outcome is unlikely to be pretty.

- And how many blokes

will be with this Colonel Kellerman?

- As for the guards, we estimate between 15 to 20 at most.

With surprise on your side,

you should be able to neutralize the opposition.

- Sir?

- Sergeant?

- I'm just wondering how Captain Jackson

fits into all this.

- Captain Jackson has been chosen to lead the mission.

His grandmother lived just outside of Metz before the war.

So he's familiar with the area.

- With the greatest of respect, Sir.

I think each man in here is very capable of reading a map.

- The decision's been made sergeant.

- Sir, you don't know how we work.

We do things our way.

Our training, our methods.

We don't need passengers slowing us down.

- Sergeant, Captain Jackson will lead the mission.

- Sir?

- Harry, the decision's been made.

- Let me just get something straight.

This is an American mission based on American intelligence.

I'd quite happily send a team of Rangers

in with Captain Jackson,

but right now every Ranger in France

is a little busy storming the port of Brest.

So it falls to you and your men to complete the mission.

- Get some rest.

We'll go over the plan at dawn.

- Sir.

- I think that went as well as could be expected.

- He's a proud soldier.

A warrior.

Humble in all other respects,

but when it comes to leading his men--

- Sir, I need to know I can count on him?

- Listen, lad.

Right now, I'm more concerned about you leaving his arse

in the wind, than the other way around.

Am I making myself perfectly clear?

- Perfectly, sir.

Good night, Sirs.

- My apologies, he's--

- What?

A proud soldier?

- When it comes to leading his men.

- Apology accepted Sir but quite unnecessary.

I wouldn't have your Captain any other way.

- Let's just hope they can find a god-damned way

of working together.

[slow music]

- I love you to death Yorkie, but your feet...

- I am not having that.

It's not me, it's you two [mumbles].

- Yorkie you do stink.

- No, I raise the tone when I come in.

The room gets cleaner and fresher when I walk in.

It's just fucking Scales smelling through his boots.

- Through his boots. [laughs]

- [Yorkie] He is, he is.

- Is that Bill's mum sent the naughty pickies again.

Cheeky shit.

- This is not Bill's mum; this is a very respectful lady.

[both laughing]

Definitely not a mum.

- So, what d'you make of the Captain then?

- I think he'll make a fine and inspiring leader.

Once he's learned how to throw a punch and drink a pint.

- Yorkie?

- Hm?

Just seem like a typical Yank to me.

- A "typical Yank"?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Y'know just, he is all teeth and smarm.

- Eh, Sarge?

What d'you make of the Captain?

- You know me, Billy.

I don't think anything about anyone.

Anything for a quiet life.

- But you've got to have an opinion, right?

I mean it's human nature?

- That's what I love about you, Billy boy.

Here we are, in the middle of fucking war,

and you're worrying about human nature.

- Well, I like to ask questions that's all.

Y'know, read between the lines and all that.

- Well read between these lines.

I, don't,

- [All] Give a fuck.

- Let's just grab these maps and get the fuck out of there.

- Alright, alright.

Just passing the time.

Anyone would think it be a crime

to wanna talk to yer mates.

- Lights out.

♪ Yankie Doodle came to town

- Fuck off Yorkie. ♪ A riding on a pony

♪ Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni ♪

- Good night.

[suspenseful music] [floorboards creaking]

[dramatic music]

[gunshots banging]

[telephone ringing]

- What's the matter, son?

- There's a problem, Sir.

We need to wake the men, immediately.

[foreboding music]

♪ It's a long way to Tipperary

♪ It's a long way to go

- Billy!

- Sorry, Sarge.

You must be looking forward to going home Captain.

- America's my home.

- Reckon I might go to America some day.

Bloke like me could make something of himself out there.

- To make a tit out of himself no trouble!

- Two minutes, Gentlemen!

Ready yourselves.

- Wake up, sweetheart.

- [Pilot] Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

Approaching drop zone, over.

- What the devil's going on?

- The Captain noticed a problem

with the major's choice of ambush site.

Not enough cover, too much space

for the enemy to re-deploy.

He's chosen a more advantageous location

based on his knowledge.

- And you didn't think to seek clearance first Sir?

- Not enough time, unless we were

to lose the cover of darkness.

Soon as I was aware there was a problem,

I called you and the major.

- Let's go!

- One minute gentlemen!

- Billy you ready?!

- Yes Sarge.

- [Pilot] Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

The light in the cabin is red, over.

- Follow me.

- [Pilot] That's it, duck's flown.

Godspeed.

This is Gadfly, changing course for home.

Over and out.

- The next time you send my men into battle.

Do me the courtesy of informing me first, Sir.

- What the bloody hell is going on?

- I saw Scales and Yorkie come down over there.

Have you seen Billy?

- No.

Follow me.

- If you insist, your honour.

- Yorkie, you seen Billy?

- No, Sarge.

- What about Private Scales?

- I'm sorry, Sir.

It came loose during the jump

and smashed when it hit the ground.

- Is it broken?

- I think so.

- "I think so" isn't the answer I'm looking for, Private.

If it's broken, bury it.

If not, pack it up and let's get going.

- Chaps.

Whoa, whoa.

- You seen any Germans?

- Not a sausage.

[slow somber music]

- This is it.

Just as I remember.

- Narrow road, cover on each side, no room to turn or run.

It's a good spot.

- Perfect for an ambush.

Okay, huddle up and listen.

According to the Colonel's agent,

Kellerman is due to leave for his tour in a couple of hours.

His route for the first inspection has to bring him

along this road, round that bend and up this slope.

They'll be going slow, which gives us plenty of time.

- What happens if the Colonel's man is wrong?

- Then we deal with it.

We're expecting Kellerman to ride in his staff car

while his guard detachment follows in their truck.

You two take out Kellerman, his ADC and his driver.

The truck is a different matter.

Yorkie and Billy will keep the guard detachment

in a crossfire while I assault with grenades.

As soon as we're done, we get to Saint Marie

and make contact with the Resistance.

Is everything clear?

- [Men] Sir.

- Sergeant: you, Scales, Yorkie stay here.

Billy you're with me.

- Where are you going?

- To check on Kellerman.

[Harry mumbles]

So, how long have you known Sergeant McBain?

- Harry?

Since the beginning.

- The beginning?

- Dunkirk.

We were in the Dragoons back then.

Soon as we got back that's when we signed up

to be in Commandos.

That's where we met Scales and Yorkie.

I know you and him ain't seeing eye to eye right now,

but don't take him too seriously.

He just found out he lost his girl,

to a Yank pilot back home.

That's all it is.

When it comes to the sharp end,

the Sarge ain't never let us down, not once.

Even saved our arses on more than one occasion.

You seeing what I'm seeing?

I thought you said there was only suppose to be one truck?

- Come on.

- How's the Colonel?

- On his way.

There were twice as many men as we expected.

- Oh aye, great fucking intelligence.

[suspenseful music]

[explosions booming] [men yelling]

[gunfire rattling]

[men yelling]

- Scales don't let anyone get away.

I'm going for the maps.

- Everything alright?

- Billy how's it looking?

- All empty Sir.

- Boys see if you can find a radio!

- Tell me you got those maps Sir.

- Seems to be all here.

- Did you notice anything strange back there, Captain?

That little exchange before they came up the hill?

- And the fact that Kellerman already had his pistol cocked

as they came up the road?

- You noticed.

Seems to me that we lost the element of surprise

for the moment there, if you get what I'm saying.

- We need to get to the Resistance and contact Groves.

- Is that a good idea?

- We haven't got any choice.

Our mission is to get these maps back.

And that's all there is to it.

Anyone find a radio?

- Not in the second track.

- [Billy] There's one in the first one, but it's fucked.

- Okay then.

I suggest we get ourselves to Saint Marie

as soon as possible.

- He's a cheery sod, ain't he?

- Good shot, though.

- After you.

- [Harry] No after you Scales.

- Why, fuck you very much, Sarge.

I never knew you were so polite.

- There's a lot you don't know about me son.

- Like what?

- That night I spent with your mother for a start.

- [Scales] I knew about that.

- Ah, Major.

I take it you're here to discuss last night.

- Yes, sir I certainly am.

It demonstrated a complete disregard

for military protocol and courtesy.

I've never seen anything like it.

- Indeed, Major.

But we both know who's pulling the strings on this one.

And right now our prime concern is with the men.

Am I clear?

- Yes, Sir.

- I take it there's still no word.

- None, Sir.

It's not looking good.

- We just have to wait and see

if they make contact with the Resistance.

Until then we can't be certain of anything.

- So, Skip, where abouts in America you from?

- Iowa.

Place called Ames.

- Can't say that I know it.

- That's because you ain't never been anywhere

you ain't been shot at, you dozy prick!

- That's true.

And I ain't been anywhere

I weren't made to walk bloody miles.

I must have walked every patch of fucking dirt

from here to Timbuktu.

- You don't even know where Timbuktu is.

- Don't be a twat.

It's not a real place.

- Of course it is.

- No it's not.

Ain't that right Captain?

It's made up.

Like Neverland or something.

- I think it's in Africa, Billy.

- It's in Africa?

You're joking.

- Captain's right, Billy.

- What the bloody hell they call it that for then?

- To confuse the hell out of dumb cockneys.

- So your grandma's from around here in France,

right Captain?

- That's right, she lives in a village called Saint Vincent

a few miles west of Metz.

- Oh that sounds fancy.

- I wouldn't mind growing up round 'ere.

Looks a damn sight prettier than Westham that's for sure.

- Bet you anythin' the lasses are prettier an' all.

- [Billy] Is that right, Captain?

About the lasses?

- I wouldn't know.

My Grandmother died when I was 14.

I got shipped back to Iowa.

- And what about now?

- [Jackson] What about it?

- You don't want to go and check it out?

You, know, take a look round?

- No.

- Not even for old time's sake?

- No.

[slow, somber music]

- Clear.

[tense music]

- [Jackson] Everyone okay?

- [Yorkie] I thought we were fucked.

- [Billy] I shit myself.

- Let's get out of here.

If you don't mind, gentlemen,

I think we'll take the long way round.

- For once, the Captain and I are in complete agreement.

- [Scales] Saint Marie.

- Exactly.

Here.

- You sure you don't need this?

[Jackson speaks foreign language]

What?

- I said if I'm stopped and searched,

the pistol won't be any use.

But my French might be.

Okay, the maps are in there.

If I'm not back in a couple of hours,

come up with another plan.

If you head west, you should be okay.

[foreboding music]

[Jackson speaks foreign language]

- Sarge?

- Yeah?

- The Captain's on his way back.

- Yeah he is.

And he's managed not to bring half the German army with him.

- Any news?

- No, and it's almost 14 hours since they jumped.

- No mention on German radio traffic, either,

as far as we can tell.

- The Germans wouldn't send un-coded messages

about the ambush.

They know we listen to them as much as they listen to us.

- What about the Resistance?

They'd have a radio.

I'm sorry to say it, but if the men were still alive,

they'd have at least made contact by now.

Saint Marie can't be more than two hours

from the ambush site.

- I wouldn't jump to conclusions, Major.

I don't know if you've ever tried,

but contacting the Resistance

isn't without its difficulties.

- If you chaps will forgive me, I think I'll take some air.

- You're sure this guy is the right contact?

- Groves gave me the instructions directly.

- So why does it feel like we're walking right into a trap?

- It's like you said before: narrow,

with little space to turn or run.

- I do not like this, Sarge.

Permission to go solo and offer you lads

some covering fire in case anything goes wrong?

- What do you reckon, Captain?

Could be a wise insurance.

- Go on private, but be careful.

- Thank you, Sir.

- Are we on time?

- Yeah.

[gunshot bangs]

- [Billy] That weren't Scales.

- You are surrounded!

Put down your weapons and come forward with your hands up!

- Yorkie no!

- If you do not wish the same fate as your comrade

put down your weapons now!

- Put 'em down boys.

Why did you shoot my man?

There was no need.

- Your name?

- Billy.

- Your full name.

- Billy Munns, you fucking Nazi.

- Don't look at me this way.

Don't talk to me this way.

- Hey!

The name's Harry McBain.

They say I'm a Sergeant, but I never can remember

my full serial number,

so we'd best just leave it at that, yeah?

- There is always a [mumbles] in each unit.

You are spies and murderers,

responsible for the death of German soldiers.

I will have you tortured throughout the night.

You will tell me everything you know to my satisfaction,

and then your throats will be cut at sunrise.

And with your Third Army spoiling for a fight,

you are worth less to me than ammunition,

of that I can assure you.

- We are soldiers.

I demand these men be treated as prisoners of war.

- You are spies and saboteurs, you will--

[gunshot bangs]

[gunfire rattling]

- Fuck!

Fuck!

- We need to go now.

- I want to bury him!

- Come on, Sarge. We need to get fuck out of here.

Come on!

We'll be good here captain.

- Do you trust them?

- We have to.

- I know who you are, American.

- Deville.

- Ophelia, this is Horatio.

Come in Ophelia.

Over.

I repeat: Ophelia, this is Horatio.

Come in, Ophelia.

Ophelia, this is Horatio.

Over.

- Horatio, this is Ophelia.

Good to hear from you.

We feared you lost.

Can you give us a status report?

Over.

- [Jackson] Ophelia, we have, item.

- Can you confirm message: you have the items.

Over.

- Struggling to hear you, Ophelia.

But that is correct.

We have the item.

But we've lost Scales and we believe the mission

has been compromised.

Come in Ophelia?

- It's no use, Sir.

- We lost him.

- They're alive and they have the maps.

Radio the Third Army immediately.

- Jackson said something

about the mission being compromised.

- That may not be what he was trying to say?

- With all due respect Sir,

it must be time to send your men?

- Supposing he was trying to tell us something was wrong?

- We still owe them a chance.

- Get me Third Army Operations.

- Yes, Sir.

- God damn it!

[woman screams]

- What's going on?

- You got that safety off that gun?

- Always.

- Hey!

- What the fuck is he saying, Sarge?

- [Harry] I haven't a fucking idea.

But I don't like his tone, No!

- No! [gunshot bangs]

- No!

- What the fuck you doing, are you crazy?

- What the fuck you doing!

That is what is going on.

- What the fuck gives you the right?

- Grow up and tell your men to put their weapons down.

[explosions booming in the background]

[gunfire banging]

[men yelling]

[men yelling] [gunshots banging]

- Panzer!

- Fall back, I'll hold them.

- Yorkie, Panzer!

[explosion booming]

[somber music] [gunfire rattling]

[tense music]

- [yelling] Get down!

What the fuck was that?

- Stay here.

Don't go.

No! Wait!

[explosion booms]

- We're in a minefield.

- In a minefield?

What the fuck are we doing in a minefield?

- Billy, keep it together.

- Fuck!

They got Yorkie, fucking blown into pieces.

- I don't want them getting you as well,

so just keep your head Billy, okay.

- We've got to run, okay.

- No fucking way.

- We stay here, we die.

If we run, we have a chance.

You two cover me.

I'll go first.

If I get through, you'll know where to go.

- No way--

- Do it! Now!

[slow, somber music]

Aah!

- Fuck that.

Captain?

- Oh shit.

[gunfire banging]

Good shot Sergeant.

- [Harry] Billy!

Billy.

- Oh Sarge, shit, oh fucking, oh fucking.

Jesus fucking Christ sergeant!

- Breathe, breathe, breathe Billy.

- Shit I'm so sorry Sarge!

- [Harry] What are you sorry for?

[Billy mumbling] - Hey, hey.

- I'm going to die, I know it.

- Billy.

- [Billy] Oh fuck.

[Billy sobbing] - Listen, listen.

- I'm going to die Sarge.

Sorry Sarge. - Shh, shh.

- I'm gonna fucking die.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home Sarge.

- Harry, Harry, Harry!

Harry, we've got to go.

Come on!

We've got a safe way out.

Come on!

- Easy, easy!

Okay.

Hey Skip, we're gonna have to bed down here

for tonight yeah.

- You okay?

- Yeah. No.

I've lost men before, but....

you know those three guys there.

Fuck me, they even got Billy.

You?

- Between this and D-Day, I've had my fair share.

- Yeah, yeah that was rough.

Okay let's get a look at that foot of yours.

[Jackson yells in pain]

I'm sorry, did that tickle?

- Bastard.

- Well, the good news is

that you will not be playing for Stoke anytime soon.

- What's Stoke?

- Fucking shite, that's what.

- I have absolutely no idea, what you are talking about.

- Captain it's just, it's just a stupid joke.

- You get some rest.

I'll take the first watch.

- Thank you.

Goodnight Sergeant.

- Goodnight Captain.

- I know you're one of the Allied soldiers.

- People are talking about you.

Looking for you.

- Looks like you're a long way from your unit?

- Silence!

- I can see you don't want to hurt me.

I can see it in your eyes.

- You don't know me!

- What say you lower the gun and we talk this through?

Look at my foot.

I'm no danger to you.

You look like you want out.

Am I right?

I'm right!

- I tell you what.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna close my eyes.

Then I'm gonna count to 10.

When I open them again, you can be gone.

You want to shoot me,

then I guess that's what you gonna have to do.

But if you're done with this war, if you want to go home,

be with your family, then I suggest you walk

west towards the American advance

and ditch your gun somewhere along the way.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

- [chuckling] You silly, soft, bastard.

If we bump into that fella again and he ends up

putting a bullet in me,

you and I are gonna have a serious falling out.

Here, I brought you some breakfast.

- Thanks.

- [Harry] How is it?

- You don't want to know.

Thank you.

- What for?

- He didn't want to kill me.

He didn't want to kill anyone.

- I don't think I have even a vague recollection

of what that used to feel like.

- I don't believe you.

- It's true.

- No, it's not.

If it was, our friend would be lying here right now

with a bullet in his back.

- I just didn't want to alert

any of the German patrols in the vicinity.

- Yeah sure.

- [Man On Radio] Sir, this is Captain Bearns

from the Third Army.

How long does Groves expect us to hold out here

waiting for these maps?

We are fucking exposed here sir!

- Billy told me, about your girl.

I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

I would have found a way of losing her one way or another,

war or no war, yank or no yank.

That's the McBain way.

Just you ask my father.

If you can find him.

Ideal, ideal.

[door clinks] [ominous music]

Hey.

You do know there hasn't been a scrap of ammunition in that

since the minefield?

- No.

So, back in the forest?

- Now that'd be telling.

Thank you.

- She's not the most talkative soul in the world, is she?

- No.

- She doesn't speak any English.

- You should get some rest.

- No.

- One more night out and in the open, it's not--

- We have to get the maps back to Allied lines,

or find a radio. - No, you should spend some.

There's plenty time for that.

Get some rest.

- One night and then we move on.

- [Harry] Makes sense.

- If anything happens,

get the maps to Groves.

I'll close my eyes for a second, you wake me if...

- Smoke?

Cigarette?

- Cigarette?

[speaks foreign language]

- I don't have a clue what you're saying.

I guess what you're telling me

is the Captain's foot is fucked.

[Jackson exclaims in pain]

- So I don't suppose I have to state the obvious.

- The mission?

- It stinks.

What do you know about this Groves and Major Davis?

- Very little, I was pulled away from Brest

and brought straight to British HQ.

I've known them a matter of hours longer than you.

What about Slade?

- Spent nearly three months

in continuous action in Normandy.

We were there with him.

Pretty much answers the question.

- Pretty much.

- We're going to have to stop all this

agreeing with each other, Skip.

It's starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

[men laughing]

Thank you.

Merci.

For sharing your food with us.

It was very nice of you to do.

- She said they're not used to having company.

- What about grandpa here?

- He is getting a little over-excited

about the end of the war.

- You and me both Sir.

[all laughing]

- She is interested to know

what you'll do when the war is over.

- Oh.

I was a welder.

I used to mend train carriages.

I suppose, I could go back to doing that.

- She wanted to know more about mending train carriages?

- Really?

- Sure.

[slow, dramatic music]

- Stupid!

- What is it?

[knocking on door]

[muffled voices yelling outside]

[thudding]

[men yelling]

[crashing]

[gunshot banging]

[men grunting]

[gunshot banging]

- Sir, how do you say look after yourself in French?

[Jackson speaks foreign language]

[somber music]

[engine spluttering] - [Harry] Fuck.

- This way.

Are you sure about this?

- You're still close enough

you can deliver those maps.

Just make sure that you get back here and find me.

If it's not too much trouble.

- I'll be back as soon as I can.

I promise.

- Did you pull your men back?

- No I did not.

My men are still there.

But they're being withdrawn in two hours.

[Jackson panting heavily]

[Jackson groaning in pain]

[Jackson screaming in pain]

[Jackson screaming in pain]

[muffled voices speaking in distance]

[foreboding music]

[radio crackles]

- I'm afraid that's it, Gentlemen.

- They deserve more time.

- The decision's been made.

[gunshots banging]

- Ophelia, this is Horatio. Over

Come in Ophelia, over.

- Horatio, this is Ophelia.

What's your position and status?

Over.

- We have the item.

The rest of the team except McBain have been killed.

McBain is severely wounded.

I'm going back to his position now.

- Negative, hold your position, over.

The Cavalry's coming to get you son.

- Negative, over.

I'm returning to McBain's position.

If you want the maps, you find us.

- Call the operator.

- I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

[gunshots banging] [woman screaming]

[tense music]

- This is Lieutenant Colonel Slade.

Instruct the guards at the gate not to let anyone out

and put me through to Third Army Operations immediately.

- Open it!

- I can't let anybody through Sir.

We've got some kind of drill on.

- I've got no time for this,

get your superior officer on the radio now.

[gunshot bangs]

Open it.

Open it!

- Sir, Yes sir.

- That way Sir!

- With me now.

Come on man.

[gunfire clattering]

[dramatic music]

- Sir, sir he's over here!

[gunfire clattering]

[explosion booming]

[explosion booming] [Harry yelling]

- Hold on!

Hold on!

Harry!

Harry!

Take this.

Our boys are near.

- Put the gun down.

It's over.

Put it down Major.

I'd rather see you tried and hanged.

If only for all those lads you've betrayed.

But I will shoot you, if I have to.

Now put the gun down!

For one last time.

- Heil Hitler. [gunshot bangs]

[Harry yells]

I'm out.

- Captain Jackson do you have the maps?

- The sergeant needs medical attention.

- Yes there's a medic on the way, the maps.

- They don't tell you about

the nightmares in training, do they?

- No, Sir.

Where am I?

- You're with the Third Army

in a hospital just outside of Verdun.

They say you've managed to become a surgeon

while you've been away.

Apparently you saved your foot, if not more.

- What about the maps?

- We've sent them upstairs.

Hopefully there's still time to make them count.

- Sir, the mission,

the mission was compromised from the start.

Someone had to have warned them.

The maps could be fakes.

- We know all that now.

It was Major Davis.

God knows how many men he's betrayed over the years.

At least that's the end of it.

As for the maps, they're authentic enough.

We're guessing Davis warned them you were coming.

Who knows?

They may have planted fakes

had you proceeded with the mission as planned.

As it was, going the day before

meant that we got the real thing.

It just remains for me to say "Thank you", Captain.

- Thank me?

- I hear you gave everything you could

to save one of the best soldiers I ever knew.

Get well soon, Captain.

[somber music]

- [Jackson Voiceover] I realize that no words can make up

for the loss of a son to a mother.

However, there are things that you should know.

Mrs. McBain.

- Yes.

- [Jackson Voiceover] Your son was a magnificent soldier.

Who cared deeply about the men he led.

The Allied forces own him a debt that can never be repaid.

I was proud to serve with him

to call him an ally and a friend.

He saved my life and countless others.

I am just sorry I could not do the same for him.