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A pothole?

Yeah.

You're kidding.

You dirty, cheating bastard.

You cheating bastard.

You haven't finished polishing that yet, have you?

You still haven't stopped being a miserable idiot.

You know this one, kid.

What are you drawing?

You're not the kind they send home.

But I like it.

Let's take a look.

And the squadron?

It's missing one thing, though.

Waiting room.

Sorry, sir.

Boys?

Section Commander Richardson is joining us today.

Good morning, Ninth Section.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Sir.

What is he?

Sorry, sir.

Private.

The boat is ready.

Very good.

That's our signal.

Time to do what we do best.

Take your positions, boys!

Yes, sir!

Start her up.

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.

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

May God... May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl the world,

seeking the ruin of souls.

Amen.

Turn starboard.

Yes, sir!

F-42 has been hacked.

The Dutch.

There's a trench on our right.

Let's see if we can cause some trouble.

Turn right.

Sir.

Open fire!

Target!

Every position!

Move!

Target!

Fire!

On the line!

Fire!

On the line!

Hold!

Move the line!

They're pushing!

No mercy for the Svendgeri!

Make her back up.

Put her in second gear; she'll pull herself out.

Easy now.

Keep moving!

Tommy Bomb, move up!

Let's make this quick!

Target: enemy bunker, on the right!

Target!

Fire!

Incoming!

Boom!

Another!

Reload!

Oh, shit!

Whenever you're ready!

I can't get a clear shot!

Sergeant, on my signal, stop and dismount.

Ready!

Steady!

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

No!

Grace!

Target!

Fire!

Incoming!

Another!

Another!

Incoming!

Yes!

Buy it!

Own your coins!

That's enough!

The job isn't finished!

Keep going!

Stop and turn around!

Stop and turn around!

Gus!

Gus!

Abandon your post, soldier.

It's just smoke.

Jerry's trying to blind us.

All right.

All right.

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

Is everyone all right?

Shit.

Bud.

Bud.

Sleeping on the job, eh?

Are you all right, lad?

Let me have a look.

Let's see if we can get out of here.

Sergeant!

Turn her around!

Second gear, to the right!

More power!

Private Brady?

Sir?

I'm jettisoning equipment.

Yes, sir.

Private Hayden, you two.

I'll go.

Be patient, sir.

Hey.

Get the boys down.

What is it?

Get back inside.

Hans, get back inside!

Ladies!

Take my hand.

Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

Come here!

Get inside, Sergeant!

Hans!

Hans!

Sergeant!

Brady's still out there.

Sir!

It got him in the throat.

I'll bring him in.

Did you see where it came from?

I'll shock him.

I don't know where.

I did see one of them, though.

Let me try, sir.

The infantry can't be far behind.

Yes, sir.

Nothing to do in private.

Our boys will be here soon.

Take it easy, mate.

Yeah.

Having trouble with the shell crater, mate?

What's the big problem, eh?

Stuck in a crater right on top of Jerry.

You've been unconscious for quite a while.

I was beginning to think you were a gunner.

Me?

Nah.

I'm invincible.

Where's Hans?

Who?

Ian Mason went to try to free the non-digital man.

Keep pressure on it for now.

We'll wait for the infantry to arrive.

Between you and me, Richardson will end up killing us all long before that happens.

He sent Hans out without thinking it through, and when Hans was wounded, he didn't even blink.

If it weren't for Lieutenant Hill, I reckon he would've sent Bill out there.

Good to have you back with us, mate.

I hear that a knock on the head has given you incredible powers.

Not in your dreams.

Twice.

Private Binley, sir.

I need you to take an ammunition inventory.

Bill, I just did one, sir.

Perhaps, but idle hands are the devil's workshop, Private Binley.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Good man.

Carry on.

Do you think the temperature will start to rise?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Let's try again and see if you can stand up.

Sergeant!

Turn her around!

Ready?

Easy, mate, easy.

How are you, soldier?

I don't know, sir.

I can't see properly.

We'll get out of this.

You know why?

Because we're too handsome.

Send this by carrier pigeon.

Private Bentley, get to the front, Lewis.

Now!

Now!

Take it to my ammunition.

Are you deaf, man?

Move, damn it!

Listen up, and listen carefully.

I don't like this any more than you do, but we've got a job to do, so bear with it.

Oh, Christ, that'll unleash hell.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still waters.

Thanks.

He restores my soul.

Careful not to break a tooth.

Draw some more.

He guides me along the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yeah.

Yes, you know, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

you believe in all that?

I will fear no evil.

Wish him well.

Be strong.

I'd rather put my faith in a fully loaded Lewis gun with a pair of sharp eyes behind it.

Don't be afraid.

You're terrified of them.

Biscuit is making his way down.

He'll never leave you.

Do you think Jerry's gone to bed?

Nor will he abandon you.

Amen.

Listen.

Give me a boost.

What are you doing?

I'm getting rid of them.

If we're blind, so are they.

Keep your eyes peeled.

If you see anything, don't hesitate.

Ready?

Are you all right?

I'll fight.

It's coming from our lines.

Damn useless pigeon.

I mean, sorry.

You bloody bastard.

Rob and me, though.

Jerry.

All clear—one second on them.

They're badly lost.

Move, Danny!

Fifty-five.

They're playing games.

Making us waste ammunition chasing ghosts.

Bullies.

Trying to scare us.

They want the prize, but not the fight.

The first German unit to capture a British tank for the Kaiser

would be hailed as heroes.

Iron Crosses all around.

What more motivation would they need?

I don't know how I got shot on the way back, sir.

Tell them to hold their fire.

We'll never make it.

If they don't drown in the mud, they'll be riddled with bullets and torn apart in minutes.

Murray.

If no one tries, we'll all be torn apart.

Besides, I don't remember asking for your opinion, soldier.

It's a suicide mission.

God, I'll show them the way.

With respect, Sergeant.

They screwed me over years ago.

Your life has been in the hands of idiots with stripes on their shoulders since the day you enlisted.

One more word out of you, Private Morrie, and I'll have you placed under arrest.

Is that clear?

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 you, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl the world seeking the ruin of souls.

Quick, get out of the way!

Hurry up!

Come on.

Sorry about that.

We're nearly there.

Easy.

We're nearly there.

Here we are.

Are you all right?

Binley, pass the one in front.

Do you think we've run out of steam again?

That's what I'm going to do to you.

I didn't ask a question.

Get back to your post.

Sir, we're going to—

But nothing!

I will not compromise this tank's tactical effectiveness.

Is that clear?

Sir.

Grenade!

Can you see the bastards?

They're making quite a racket!

See?

This is what happens when we take our eyes off the guns.

And where the hell is the infantry?

Quick, pass me a canteen.

Shit!

Isn't there anything we can do?

What would you suggest?

Anything.

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

That's the nature of a soldier, soldier.

For God's sake, just let us drain the red data.

I don't have a question.

When the infantry arrives, they'll bring a bus to get us out.

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

Once again, it seems you've forgotten your place.

Private Murray!

I've seen it!

First.

We can still be a few years.

We're leaving now, soldier, by the way.

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

It was that artillery officer.

You know, at the depot.

What?

Remember that miserable horse pulling that field gun?

It was pouring with rain.

That poor animal was standing in mud up to its knees.

I thought it was cruel.

Before he kicked it into the air.

Yes, I remember.

So you remembered the stable, did you?

Pete Stone, soaking wet.

It was an ounce.

He just... stroked the horse's forelock.

He whispered a few kind words and left it at that.

But this will take us to hell and back, I suppose.

Here you go, lads.

Never waste a trip.

The shelling seems to have finally stopped, sir.

Maybe Mission actually pulled it off.

What are you doing?

No!

No!

Get out!

Get out!

Quiet, everyone!

Any movement?

No.

Smoke in your head.

For God's sake!

I think I'll be honest again any second now.

What?

Ernest.

All right.

I said shut him up!

Look at me, look at me.

All right.

All right.

Ernest.

Shut him up or I'll show you, so help me!

God help me, Walt.

Private.

You heard me.

Fall back, Private.

Fall back!

Please stop.

I'd rather take my chatterbox down here than spend another second here with him!

Take one more step and I'll put you down where you stand.

Steady.

Don't test me!

You'll be shot within seconds.

When I didn't stop him, he said, “Division.”

He volunteered.

Brady!

Brady!

If there had been another option, I would have taken it.

I have blood on my hands, I know that.

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

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

Don't make me laugh!

You don't give a damn about any of us, mate!

You have no idea!

I have a job to do!

If I cried over every man I've lost,

I wouldn't want to be on a trip.

Thank you.

All right.

Easy now.

Easy now.

Take it easy.

You're all right.

Here.

It tastes like shit, but it'll quench your thirst.

It's from the radiator.

Look, you can chew me out later, but we all needed a drink.

Well, look, I've been away.

I know.

Did anything happen to you?

Cleaned and oiled, sir.

Thank you, Billy.

I, uh, took the liberty of loading it as well, sir.

Let me.

This will warm you up.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

What is it, sir?

When I joined the Tank Corps, I promised my wife I wouldn't be crawling through the mud anymore.

Thank God she can't see me now.

Those boys are probably fixing bayonets right now, aren't they, sir?

We'll get out of here.

I know.

To the long road home.

Where is he, Murray?

There's...

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

That's enough.

I just want to talk.

You're armed.

So are you.

Visamart is only touching his holster. 415

Taking it off.

What do you want?

May I ask who I'm speaking to?

No, you may not.

And I won't ask again. What do you want?

I've come to offer you and your men a chance to get out of this mess.

We'll take our own chances.

Enough men have died already.

I see no point in any more bloodshed.

Are you in the F-41?

The Panzer.

That's a good deal for your men's lives, isn't it?

If you want it, you'll have to come and get it.

Are we finished here?

I said, are we finished here?

I have one of your men.

Who?

I don't know his name.

But I have something of his, if you'd like to see it.

Slowly.

So you have his sketchbook.

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

Perhaps.

But can you take the risk?

Private Brady is dead.

My men have lost many comrades, and they don't take prisoners kindly.

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

Is that how all officers in the Imperial German Army behave?

Give me the Panzer.

And I promise you'll receive the best medical treatment.

You lying piece of shit!

So, do we have a deal?

Oh, I think we're finished here.

I'll hold my men back for one hour.

After that, I withdraw my offer.

Oh, you don't have to worry.

We're not murderers.

That guy's got guts.

Well, he's been carrying them in his hat.

Do you really think he has Brady?

As if he had any balls!

We'll go have a word with the bloody Kaiser's grandmother.

He went over there.

We don't know that for sure.

You heard what Mason said.

That he had his sketchbook. 462

I saw how much blood there was.

I'm sorry, mate.

He's gone.

So we're staying here.

I've already asked a lot of you.

This time, it's up to you.

Well, I don't know about you lot, but I'm not going anywhere until that thing...

She could give you cover if she gets there.

Yeah.

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

“I'm not going anywhere until that long line of piss gets what it deserves.”

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

What a day.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Get him off!

At first, I didn't think you'd need my help.

You're not so bad in a fight.

Bastards, those potato mashers.

It's a bloody mess.

The others seem to have cleared out.

Move it, you idiots!

Look away.

It's morning.

Thank you, Mr. Smith.

I suggest a tactical withdrawal, sir.

Ready?

I've got it.

Fuck you?

I'll manage to get out of this godforsaken hole.

You're still a miserable bastard.

How do you see this?

If you don't mind.

I'll come back with you, sir.

Just give me a minute, will you?

Thank you.

Thank you.