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Oh, fuck this!

Hey! You're taking the piss!

Dirty, cheating bastard.

Cheating bastard.

You're not done polishing that thing, yeah?

You're not done being a miserable twat.

Boy, you heard it. What are you drawing?

You're not one to send home.

But I like it.

Let's take a look.

It's good.

It's missing one thing, though.

Make room.

Sorry, sir.

Chaps?

Section Commander Richardson is joining us today.

Morning, 9th Section.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir. Morning, sir.

Sir.

As you were.

Excuse me, sir.

Private.

Ship's shaped. Good when you are, sir.

Very good.

That's our cue.

It's time to do what we do best.

Musician's voice.

Sir. Sir.

Start

her

up.

St. Michael, the archangel, defend us in battle.

We have protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

And do thou, Prince of them, the host, and by the power of God, cast into hell

Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world, seeking the ruin of

souls. Amen.

Turn the starboard.

Yes, sir.

F-52 has been hacked.

Detection!

There's a trench to our three o'clock.

Let's see if we can make a nuisance of ourselves.

Three o'clock to that.

I NEED BLANK BADS!

Keep cooking.

Mad Jerry no quarter.

Back her up!

Put her into second gear, she'll pull herself out!

Gently now!

Let's make it quick target

I see it!

Target!

On the way!

Reload!

Target!

Get a clean shot!

Sergeant! On my mark! Stoppers dead!

Set!

Study!

I've got it! I've got it!

Now! Brace!

Target! Fire!

On the way!

Another! Another!

That's enough!

Job's not done yet!

Move on, stop and turn!

Stop and turn!

Calm down, Providence! Just smoke!

Jerry's trying to blind us!

It's all right? It's all right.

It's like a bloody mess, but you'll be all right.

Everyone all right.

Fuck.

What? What?

Sleeping on the job, eh?

You all right, lad?

Let me see.

Right.

Let's see if we can't get ourselves out of here.

Sergeant!

Turn it over!

Put her into second gear!

Private Brady? Sir?

I'm ditching gear.

Yes, sir.

Private Hayden, you too.

I'm gone.

Be of permission, sir.

Oi.

T'bass down.

Get back inside.

Hunt! Get back inside!

Brady!

Take my arm.

Here.

in the throat.

I'll get him.

Did you see where it came from?

I'll shock him. I don't know where.

I saw one of them though.

Well, may I have a go, sir?

The aperture can't be far behind.

Right, sir.

Nothing to do in private.

Our boys will be here soon.

Hey, take it easy, mate.

Yeah.

My head's banging.

Disagreement with a shell wreck, mate?

With a boodle, are we?

Stuck in a shell crater right on top of Jerry.

Been out cold for ages.

Started to think you were a goner.

Me?

Nah.

I'm indestructible.

Where's Hans?

Who?

Ian Mason went to try and release the undigit, mate.

Hold in tight for now. We're going to wait for infantry to get here.

Between you and me, Richardson's going to end up getting us all killed long

before that happens.

He's in Anfield without thinking it through, and when Hans got hit, he

didn't so much as bat an eye.

If it were for Lieutenant Neil, I reckon he would have simply let her in on it.

Good to see you're back with us, bud.

I suppose so.

Bumped her head, mate, and knocked some sense onto her.

Fat chance of that.

It's a wife.

Private Binley.

Sir.

I need you to do an ammunition count.

Bill, I only just did one, sir.

That may be, but... Idle hands make work for the devil, Private Binley.

Wouldn't you agree?

Sorry, sir.

Good man.

Carry on.

Do you think the infantry will start to move up?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Let's give them another shot, see if you can't pull yourself up.

Sergeant!

Turn over!

Ready?

Steady, mate, steady.

How are you doing, Private?

I don't know, sir.

I can't see straight.

You'll be fine.

Send this for the carry pigeon.

Private Binley, get on the forward, Lewis.

Now!

Take him up to my munition.

He's deaf, man. Get a bloody move on.

Listen up and listen well!

I don't like this any more than the rest of you, but we have a job to do, so

knuckle under. Oh, by Christ, that will bring the hammer down.

Thanks. Careful not to break a tooth.

You're more like it.

Yeah.

You believe in all that.

Wish I could.

Be strong.

I prefer to keep my faith in a fully loaded Lewis with a sharp pair of eyes

behind it.

Do not be afraid.

You're terrified because of them.

It's fighting its way down.

He will never leave you.

Do you reckon Jerry's gone off to bed?

Nor forsake you.

Listen.

Give me your boot.

What are you doing?

I'm ditching, babe.

If we're blind, so are they.

Keep your eyes clean.

If you see anything, don't hesitate.

Ready?

Captain! You all right? I'm fine.

It's coming from our lines.

Useless bloody pigeon.

I'll meet my father then.

Funny fucker.

What happened out there?

Jerry.

All clear one second and then... Very long.

Move it, Danny!

Fuckin' fuck!

They're playing games.

Making us waste our ammunition chasing phantoms.

Why?

To frighten us off.

They want the prize, but not the fight.

First German unit to capture a British tank for the Kaiser. They'd be lauded as

heroes.

Iron crosses all around.

What more motivation could they need?

What may I do about that?

Why don't I have a shot at getting back, sir?

Tell them to hold the fire.

Well, that'll make it.

If it doesn't drown in the mud, they'll be shot and blown to pieces in a minute.

Murray.

If somebody doesn't try, we'll all be blown to pieces.

Besides, I don't recall asking for your opinion.

Private.

Who's night mission?

God, how strong are they?

I respect that.

God fucked off years ago.

Your life's been in the hands of twats with pips on their shoulders ever since

the day you signed up.

One more word out of your mouth, Private Murray, and I'll have you on a charge.

Do I make myself clear?

St. Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle.

Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, and by the power of God cast into

hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world, seeking the ruin

of souls.

Sorry about that.

Nearly there.

Nearly there.

You all right?

Binley, pass the one up front.

Do you think we may have under our own steam again?

That's more than the idea.

Out of the question. Go back to your post.

Sir, we're going to... But nothing!

I will not compromise the tactical effectiveness of this tank.

Do I make myself clear?

This is where we take our eye off the ball.

Quick, pass me the canteen.

that we can do.

And what would you suggest?

Anything.

Anything would be better than sitting here waiting for something to happen.

That's the nature of soldiering, Private.

Can I say, just let us train the right data.

I'll answer the question.

When the infantry arrive, they'll bring up a bus to pull it out.

If our boys were coming, they'd be here by now.

Yet again, you seem to have forgotten your place.

Private Murray!

I seen him! Talk to him!

Let him have it!

He'll be... Now we're leaving private, Bentley.

You know, a tank isn't much use without its crew.

Who was that gunnery officer?

You know, at the railhead.

We let wretched horse fill in that field gun.

I was pissing it down.

One poor thing was in mud up to its knees.

Or flubbed it something cruel.

Before it kicked him arse over elbow.

Yes, I remember.

So you were called a stable lad then, yeah?

Eat stone, dripping water. He was an ounce, he just... ...striped the horse's

forelock.

Whispered a few kind words and made it clear.

Put a solid into hell and back I reckon.

Here you go lads.

Never waste a trip.

Shelling seems to have finally stopped, so...

Maybe...

Misson did make it.

It's pretty good, it's pretty good, yeah!

Get out of here.

Where are they?

I don't see anything.

Check your ammunition, boys.

I need another pizza.

Get some more production.

What can you say? Nothing's up.

Nothing's up.

Any movement?

No. It's much too heavy. For Christ's sake!

The bearish you can't beat.

I think I'll be honest again. Annie, take him.

What?

Annie! Are you still alive?

Annie! I said shut him up! Ernest, look at me! Look at me! He's okay!

He's okay!

Ernest!

Shut him up or I'll show heaven!

I would take my chances out there and spend another second here with him!

You take one more step and I'll drop you where you stand.

Bollocks.

Don't! Pass me!

You'll be cut down in seconds.

When I didn't stop him, he said division!

Tears! And Brady!

If

there

had been another choice, I would have taken it.

Their blood is on my hands, I know that.

I'm the one who has to make the difficult choices.

Regrettably, that may mean sending a man to his death.

Don't make me laugh. You couldn't give a shit!

about any of us, Billy!

You have no idea!

I have a job to do! If I mourned every man I lost, I... don't...

want to be an object.

Betty, now. Betty, now.

Take it easy.

You're all right.

Here.

Tastes like shite, but it'll whiten your whistle.

It's from the radiator.

Look, you can keep me addressing Dan later, but we all needed a drink.

I don't know.

Anything happened?

Cleaned and oiled, sir.

Thank you, Billy.

I, uh, took the liberty of loading it too, sir.

Let me.

This will warm you up.

Pass it around.

What is it, sir?

What if I was to join the Tank Corps, I promise my life, I wouldn't be slugging

it out in the mud anymore.

Thank God you can't see me now.

That boy's probably fixing bayonets right now, eh sir?

We'll make it out of here.

I know it.

To the long road home.

Where is it, Murray?

There's a madman out there holding a white flag.

That's far enough.

I only want to talk.

You're armed.

As are you.

Visamart just touched his holster.

Coming off.

What do you want?

May I ask, who am I speaking to?

No, you may not.

And I will not ask again, what do you want?

I have come to offer you and your men a chance to walk away from this mess.

We'll take our own chances.

Enough men have already died.

I see no point in further bloodshed.

You on F-41.

The Panther.

It's a good trade for the lives of your men, yeah?

If you want her, you're gonna have to come and take her.

Are we done here?

I said, are we done here?

I have one of your men.

Who? I don't know his name.

But I have something of his, if you will allow me.

Slowly.

So you have his sketchbook.

That doesn't prove that you have him or that he's alive.

Perhaps. But can you take that chance?

Private Brady is dead.

My men have lost a lot of comrades and they do not take kindly to prettiness.

But maybe, if you help me, I can help him.

Is this how all officers of the Imperial German Army conduct themselves?

Give me the panther.

And I promise you, you will receive the best medical treatment.

Lying piece of shit.

So, do we have a deal?

Oh, I think we're done here.

I will stand my men down for one hour.

After that, I take back my offer.

Oh, you needn't worry.

We're not murderers.

He's got some balls, that fella.

Fuck, he's been carrying them back in his hat.

Do you really think he has Brady?

As he bollocks.

We'll talk to the Kaiser fucking Bud's grandmama.

He went there.

We don't know that for sure.

You heard what Mission said, that he had a sketchbook.

I saw him at the door.

I'm sorry, but he's gone.

The buses were the strips of everything he had.

Fuckers.

So we're staying, Poe?

I've only asked a lot from you.

The time is up to you.

Well... Don't know about you, but... I'm not going anywhere until that launching

capacity scope is coming to.

Yo.

I don't know who it was, but... Someone once said...

I'm not going anywhere until that long streak of pitch gas was coming to it.

I think it's safe to say I'm looking at the finest tank crew in the entire

British Army.

What a day.

Pain in the ass.

Oh.

Thank you.

Didn't think you'd need my help at first.

I'm not actually bad in this crap.

Bastards, those potato-matchers.

They're some fucking mess.

The rest of them seem to have fucked off.

Tell us why, guys!

Eyes off.

It's morning.

Happy Michigan.

I suggest a tactical withdrawal, sir.

You got it? I've got it.

Careful. I'm making my own way out of this shithole.

Still a miserable twat.

If you don't mind.

I'll make my way back with you, sir.

Just give me a minute, will ya?