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She's having Harry's baby.
When they win, their ideas win.

One idea is to kill children
like Hilda.

You have led them to our door!
I'll never be safe.

I'm deserting. I think you should
go back. To war that you hate?

Take cover!

It comes as little surprise

but no less horror to the
rest of Europe that Belgium,

like Poland before it, has fallen.

The Allied forces have
failed to overcome

the might of the Blitzkrieg
campaign, being far outnumbered,

and many British troops now find
themselves cornered.

It seems they've little choice
but to head to the coast,

many taking the same route
as thousands of displaced civilians.

Where are we?

Due west of f... knows where.

We're heading to the coast.

That's all we need to know til
we hit more of our lads again.

So we don't know where we are?

Shelter, lads!
Keep hold of your wedding tackle!

No returning fire!
No returning fire!

No!

Get down!

Whose kid is that?

Get down! Get down! Get down!

You all right?

Heil Hitler, Herr Rossler.

Joe, have you still
got your chocolate ration?

Have you still got yours, Sir?

Claudette.

Here.

We'll drop her at the next village.

Oh! Hello, Douglas.

Do come in. Thank you.

You can go and look bored elsewhere
if you prefer, Jan.

How's he getting on?

I can't work out if his dourness is
a racial characteristic

or his personal disposition.

Not sure the Poles are a race.

Well, they aren't like us,
are they?

If you ever want me
to take him fishing

or go and kick a ball about,
I'd be more than happy to, you know?

Anyway, I, er...

I wondered if you had seen this.

Started thinking about your Harry.

"Forsaken without warning."
Well, that does sounds like Harry.

I didn't mean
it was his responsibility.

At least, not this time.

I meant, er...
Well, I was worried about the lad.

My lad, too. Tom.

Yes, it is very worrying.

But it also means that we'll
have them home soon,

and have to negotiate with
Herr Hitler.

Then we can all get back to normal.

Right. Yeah.

I thought you were a pacifist,
Douglas.

Yes, I... I am.

So we're in agreement, then.

Yes.

Hmm.

Look sharp, lads.

She looks a bit like you, Private.

Are you sure you haven't
been in France before?

Up to two months ago
I hadn't been out of Leeds.

Must remind you of 'ome after
a town's been bombed, then?

Very funny

It's just the petrol tank.

Joe, stay with her.

What the hell's he doing?

Guinness... Guinn...is good for
you.

Guinness. Guinness is good for you.

Guinness is good for you.
Guinness is good...

Guinness is good for you.

Come on.

What's your name, mate? Your rank?

Geoff...Geoff.

Geoff.

Geoff.

Geoff!

Geoff...Geoff.

Is that a stripe I see on your arm?

Where's the rest of your
unit, Squadron Leader?

Answer the Lieutenant!

All right, Sergeant, we're not going
to shout it out of him.

He might be a Jerry, sir.
Nicked one of our lads' uniforms.

He just told me his name is Geoff.

Well, he's hardly going to say
it's Fritz, is he, Sir?

Sarge! Sir! Better take a look!

Oh, Bertie Bollocks!

Bertie Bollocks, indeed.

You've just got to get in between
them two sticks, OK?

Right, come on, then.

Ignore her.

Come on.

Oh, right through me legs!

Whoo, good shot!

Heads up, lads, I'm giving
the windscreen a quick clean!

Jack! Fuck's sake! You're making me
look like a right clown!

Come back, hey?

Come back.

Come sit down.

Over there with the others.

Tell you what, you sit with the mad
lads,

I'll go take a look at the
engine.

You're all right.

So, what's the darkies' tale?

They got separated
from their unit at Ypres.

They've been helping look after
the shell-shocked lads.

"Shellshock"" - that's what they're
calling it, is it, sir?

What do you think is going on here,
Sergeant?

Are you saying these men aren't
shell-shocked,

or are they all undercover Nazis
like Geoff?

One or two'll be swinging the lead.
Stands to reason.

Let that be on their consciences.

We just need to find a way to
get them to the next field hospital.

Even the darkies?

Can't we just leave 'em here?

They're not injured.
They're not even ours.

You can cut it out now, Sergeant!

I won't tolerate you
talking about men

who are fighting on our side as
though they are disposable.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Right, sir.

Just been talking to a family back
up the road, sir.

They're leaving.
Said they'll take the girl.

Happy now?

We traded a girl
and a dog for two Africans

and a truck full of loonies.
Couldn't be happier

Got a lot of colour in the
lad's cheeks, that's for sure.

True.

And I'm sure my flowerbeds will
recover in time.

Right, yeah.

Sorry about that.

Well, er, we'll stay in touch, then,
eh?

Will we?

Is that the protocol?

Well, yeah, it can be.

And, er, we'll see how this little
rum 'un gets on, eh?

Yes, yes.

The "rum one" will always be pleased
to see you.

Right.

We haven't declared
war on the French, have we, sir?

Not so far.
But I wouldn't put it past us.

One of the mad lads in the back
thinks he's Napoleon,

so we could always ask him.

The town is still in French hands,
but they don't know for how long.

We can't get any radio contact

but there's a casualty clearing
station where we can get you seen.

Me, sir?

What about, sir?

That wound you've been
keeping from me.

What wound is that, sir?

The one that has you touching
your gut every five minutes

as though you've had a bad pint
or five at lunch.

I can walk off a bad pint, sir.

You get it looked at here, or
I order you to stay here.

Up to you.

I think I liked you better
when you were a soft touch, sir.

Pardon.

I'm beginning to wish
I was one of the loonies now.

Who's in charge here?

Who is in charge here?

That's probably me.
You're American?

Webster O'Connor, American Hospital
in Paris, Field Hospital B.

Pleased to meet you.
I have eight traumatised men.

I need to get them
on a hospital ship.

Well, when you find that
hospital ship, then let me know

and I'll send eight of mine
with them.

Otherwise they'll end up
prisoners of war.

I am nowhere near being able to give
these men the help they need.

I can't take these guys too.
I'm sorry.

You can stay in the grounds to get
some rest for the night

but your best bet is
getting to the coast yourselves.

Can you help one guy?
It's a physical wound.

It's my sergeant here.

I'll get a nurse to look after him.
Henriette?

Webster?

Bullet wounds, shrapnel, all kinds
of shit.

I'm glad to hear you really getting
to grips with the medical jargon.

When I volunteered, I thought I'd be
driving old ladies round Paris.

You're a jazz man, chaos is your
thing.

I'll do as I am told.

I'm good at taking orders.

Just ask my officer here.

You're lucky that you got here
when you did.

Yeah, we would have got here sooner

but the Pied Piper kept picking
up waifs and strays.

I spoke with a French officer
outside. Two of our units

and two French units have
dug in 30 miles inland.

So we have a bridgehead
to the coast.

We get behind that perimeter
and evacuate.

What, all of us?

Even the looney tunes?

We take them with us or leave them
to be taken as prisoners of war.

How long do you think they'll last?

Take cover!

No. No.

Geoff! No... Geoff!

We're fucked, aren't we, sir?

Are you quoting Winston Churchill
directly there, sergeant,

or is that a rhetorical
flourish all of your own?

I'll tell you what it does mean,
sergeant.

If the planes have been over, then
the Panzers will be here in, what?

A day?

We'll set off first thing.
All right, then.

What are you looking for?
Divine inspiration?

Something like that.

It is not exactly France, is it?

Any closer to home and we'd be able
to walk here.

Lois, bit of a delicate matter.

Wondering if you could just stay
still when you sing today.

Stay still? Yeah, I think I can
manage that, Ted.

Cos when you move, not everything
else moves at the same time,

If you get me meaning.
Oh, are you saying I wobble, Ted?

No, no, no.

Just, some of these lads have got
mothers, you know?

"Some" of these lads.

They don't want to be looking at a
lady in the family way

in a way they might
look at a normal woman.

Might be easier if you gave them
blindfolds, Ted!

How come our ship is
called HMS Keith?

Keith isn't the name you give to
a fighting ship.

What? All the other ships are called
Atlantic, Calcutta, Dreadnought,

and we get Keith.

Well, what's the problem with that?
Well, Keith was always the name

of the kid who wore a balaclava till
April,

candle-wax snot
hanging from his nose.

How many trips back and forth
have we done?

20? And not one tip all day.

Would you like it better
if it was HMS Tom?

If it was called HMS Tom
it wouldn't be here, mate.

It'd be cruising round
the brothels of the Med.

Hey, you! What are you doing here,
where's your uniform?

I'm a musician. This is my uniform.

Yeah? I don't hear any music.

I don't see any fighting either,

but you're still dressed up as a
soldier.

You're a spy, aren't you? Oi, lads,
we got a spy over here!

Yeah, I'm a spy. That's right.

This disguise here really helps me
to blend in.

Some spy!

No news is good news, hey?

Well, I must be drowning in good
news, then, in that case.

Eddie will come back.

He's in France.

So is Harry.

At least he's in the army.

At least he has a gun.

Eddie has a trumpet.

Well, if he plays some of that
modern jazz music

he'll have the Germans
surrendering in no time.

Oh, a joke.

My goodness, things must be looking
up.

Have you made a plan yet?

Are you going to raise
the child on your own...

..or give it away?

I don't want to talk about it!

Don't want to talk about what?

Do you want these microphone
stands on the stage?

That's right, I heard you had to be
intelligent to be a pilot!

One centre stage and one by the
piano. Thank you.

The piano..?

The piano.

Lovely, another bloody roadblock!

Nothing for it, going to be
a hiking job from here on.

I always wondered what a safe
haven looks like.

Get Joe and Taffy down to the beach.

If the map's right, then
there's a path through the woods.

Just get out.
Just get out on anything you can.

What about you?

I'll wait it out till it stops
raining bombs.

There's no way we could get
shell-shocked men

through a full-on raid.

How are you going to evacuate
'em on your own?

We can't just leave them
here, can we?

Sir... And I'm the senior officer,
so it's down to me.

Sir.

Joe, Taff...

..get down to the beach, get on
anything you can.

Ship, cruiser, rubber ring, just...

Just get yourselves home.

What about you, sarge?

Me, I'm staying here.

Till they stop dropping
bombs on the crazy gang here.

Go on, sod off!

Get me an ice cream.

Wafer or cornet, sarge?

Good luck, sarge.

Oh, sorry.

Presumptuous.

Really. I thought it was Chopin.

Oh, I see. Yes, er,
that's very good.

Vernon Hunter. I'm a pilot,
of sorts.

Lois Bennett. A singer of sorts.

When's the happy event?

I think we're on in about an hour.

No, no, no, no, I meant...
Yeah, I know what you meant, Vernon.

I was just, you know...?

Fed up of people asking.

Fair enough.

You aren't flying over to
France, then?

Oh, no, not today. I got crocked on
the way back two days ago,

so until they get my kite
back in action

I'm at a bit of a loose end,

so I thought I would bring
a few of my injured boys down here

for the, er, entertainment.

That's kind. It's about the only
thing left to believe in, isn't it?

Kindness.

And your husband?
Is he in the Forces?

If you don't mind me asking.

I'm not married.

The father is.

Just not to me.

Oh. I see. Well...

..life is full of surprises.

But nothing a cup of tea
and a biscuit won't improve.

Do you take sugar?
Two, please. Thank you.

We're staying put tonight, lads.

But we'll stay with you.

You...

..are kind.

No.

I'm not.

I'm not kind.

Stupid, more like.

So, who's at home for you, Geoff?
Wife? Kids?

Yes.

What are they called?

They're called...

Geoff.

Easy to remember, I suppose.

Are you still sure this lot's
worth killing yourself over?

They're not going to thank you.

You don't mind if we fuck off

and leave you here to die, do you,
Geoff?

We've got 'em to the coast.

They're as safe as any of us.

They have as good
a chance as any of us.

Better, probably.

They're already mad.
We're just getting there.

I'm going to try and get some
food...

..and when I come back,
I want you gone.

That's not how it works.

You give the order, I stay
and make sure it gets carried out.

The Senegalese lads have
volunteered to stay already.

If you're still here when I get
back,

I'll report you for insubordination.

With all due respect, sir, who to?

You and me are all that's
left of the chain of command.

Just get to the beach
and get out with our lads.

They need you.

I mean, Taffy can't find his way
out of a tent

without a map and compass.

Yes, sir.

As you say, sir.

What are you thinking, sir?

I'm wondering if you still don't
believe in shellshock.

I believe in cowardice more.

You know, you remind me of my
mother.

The wisdom. And the legs.

Pleasure and an honour, sir.

See you for a pint back in Blighty.

You can get the first one in.

Typical officer!

I didn't know he was married.

I know that's what any woman would
say,

so whether you believe me or not...

You talk as though I'm going
to judge you.

You don't have to apologise to me,
or explain anything.

You might want to tell
the rest of the world that.

I try and kill other men
every day I fly.

You don't judge me for that, do you?
No.

No, I don't.

My dad might.

He's a pacifist.

Mmm.

Good for him.

I'm not brave enough.

See, I'm not fighting for Britain,

not for Mr Churchill,

but so that people can carry on
with living their lives

in whatever way they choose. That is
the only freedom I'm fighting for.

So you're an anarchist, then,
Vernon?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Me and Mr Orwell.

I meet a lot of men who think
they're strong, Lois,

but I know real strength
when I see it.

And you...

You have it in abundance.

Well, thank you.

I don't feel very strong right now,
but thank you.

Move it, lads!

Fritz is due to call again soon, and
he won't be selling ice creams!

You've had all day to sunbathe, just
get on board, let's all go home, eh?

Come on, let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Oi!

Oi!

Come on, lads! Come on, lads,
let's move it!

Nice one, lads, get on board.

Go on, here you are, pal
No chance!

Get to the back and wait your turn.
You can not stop me.

Oh, yeah? I can with this, mate.

Jerry's only
gone for his tea break.

If we don't get away in this tide,
we get sunk.

So killing you's a small price

if it stops all these fellas buying
it too.

I am ready for death.

We're all fucking ready for death,
mate!

We're all ready for death.

Get out of the way!

Go back and fight for your country,
you Polish bugger!

Right, behave, lads! Any more hassle

and I'll be going home with a boat
half-full!

All right? Now, let's go! Come on!

I'll put the kettle on for us.

Let's go. Let's go home. Come on,
lads.

Come on, let's go, let's go.
Come on, come on.

Move it out, lads! Let's go home,
eh? Come on, lads, let's go home.

It's bad.

It's bad. It's bad. It's bad.

What is, Geoff? What's bad?

The badness inside.

That's not badness you've
got inside you, Geoff.

That's just pain.

Get to the truck. Get to the truck!
Get to the truck! Get to the truck!

Go, go, go, go!

Geoff! Geoff!

We've got to get to
the truck, Geoff.

We can't stay outside.

I promise you,
we can't stay outside.

Come on.

It can't be put right.

What can't? What can't, Geoff?

The thing that needs putting right,
it can't be put right.

Demba! Demba!

Go.

Shoot me if I lose my bollocks,
sarge!

Your bollocks have to drop
first, Taff!

Fuck me, that's close!
Yes, thank you, Joe.

I wouldn't have noticed if you
hadn't told me!

Only making conversation, sarge!

Is he dead?

Have you heard, eh?

Have you heard? Is who dead?
What are you saying? Is who dead?

Your boy. My boy.

Have you heard anything
about the ships that went down?

Today. Have you had the news on?

No. I've been doing the crossword.
Much more edifying.

What the bloody hell use is the
crossword

when our Tom could be dead?! Eh?
Eh?!

Oh, please. Please keep your voice
down, Douglas.

You might frighten Jan.

You must know something.
Why don't you know anything?

Go home and pull yourself together,
Douglas.

I'm disappointed in you.

Thank fuck that's over.

May I just say,
you were absolutely wonderful.

I'm going to have to start
a fan club for you.

Thank you.

No need to sound so surprised.

Well, I... I don't want to be rude,
ma'am, but I have seen other

ENSA shows recently,
and they were truly horrible.

I'm sure they weren't that bad.

They really were.

I expect there isn't one bad
act in America.

I wouldn't know. I'm from Canada.

Of course you are.

What do you mean?

Our bassist is from Canada.

He's never heard a Canadian
accent like yours.

I listen to American radio a lot.

I must have picked it up.

Oh, I see.

Nice to see you again, Vernon.
You too.

I was wondering if you would mind
awfully if I wrote to you?

Sorry. It's... Is that foolish of
me?

No.

Just men who promise to write,
I've had my fill of them.

I can't promise poetry. Good.

Then you write to me, Vernon.
I'd like that.

I don't have your address.

There.

Now, you keep that promise.

No poetry.

Herr Rossler?

Heil Hitler, Herr Rossler.

Good evening.

The German High Command has
issued a communique.

The French army has been defeated.

They confidently report
that the attack on what is left

of the British Expeditionary Force
at Dunkirk is making good progress.

But the British Tommies at Dunkirk
are still fighting.

They will not be rolled over.

My sources in the German military
tell me

that even their own men call
the British stubborn bulldogs.

But Berlin does not change.

On these streets, you would not know
the country was at war.

Berlin goes on as before.

And perhaps that is the most
frightening thing of all.

Thanks, lads.

Let's go!

That's a story.

Herr Rossler?

Frau Campbell.

I know that we have not seen eye to
eye of late, but...

..I need your help.

A terrible, terrible thing has...

What? What is it?

Is it Hilda? Ja.

She said she was going to tell
the authorities where Hilda was.

She said that she...

Shh, shh, shh, You don't need to
explain, Herr Rossler.

She's a dead Nazi.
That's good enough for me.

Have you moved a dead body before?

No.

Have you?

You need lots of canvas
and a strong stomach.

Erm...

We shall never have a
complete list

of all the vessels employed.

Never was there a more
fantastic armada.

Never did a weirder
collection of vessels set sail.

All it took...

Anybody in?
Hey? Are you in?

Come on! Help me.

Hello?! Are you in?!

Help me. Help me, help me.

Help me! Come on!

It's not exactly perfect,

but it's all I can think of.

I know it. I can feel it in here.

Any real news?

Not one of your "feelings" like
Gypsy Rose Lee on Blackpool Prom.

If anything's happened to him...

I made him go.

I told him to go.

I... I made him. Dad.

I'm no dad. I'm no father.

No father to you. No father to him.

No, I'm no father, me.

Dad!

Dad, that is not true.

We just have to wait now.

They're not going to announce
anything on the radio, are they?

Not just like that.
Shut up, will you!

Not with the Germans listening
in. I just wanna hear it.

There is only one course
left for the Allied army.

Hey!

Hey! What are the black fellers?
What do they want?

The same as you. Soldiers.

To get on a ship
and get somewhere safe.

Who have they been fighting with?
The French.

The French have got their own ships.

These boys are with me.

They've been helping injured British
soldiers for the last two days.

They've earned a place on that ship.

I don't care who they're fucking
with.

I think you mean, "I don't care
who they're fucking with, Sir."

I think rank went out of the window
a long fucking time ago, pal.

We've been waiting for three days

while the Krauts take
pot shots at us.

So dump your French boys
before I deck you.

They are getting on a boat.

You!

I am the officer in charge!

And they are coming with us.

Delia?

The speed of change is what
takes most of us by surprise here.

A country invaded.

A surrender.

An Armistice signed.

Then another, and another.

The French are making one last
appeal to President Roosevelt

to get America to help.

One last appeal.

They need help.

Scheisse!

We're done.

It's over, no more.

No more.

Hello, again, Vernon.

Is it just coincidence
or are you following me?

I cannot see any reason why we can't
happily co-exist, can you?

Will someone tell me what the fuck
is going on here!

Herr Rossler?

Nein! Nicht meine Frau!

It's our Tom.

We've just had a telegram.

He's missing.

We could use a man of your talents,
Chase.