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AUGH!

Augh, fuck fhis.

Hey!

You're taking fhe piss.

Dirty choafing basfard.

Choafing bastard.

You not dono polishing that fhing yet?

You not done being a miserabie twaf?

Oi, Ernest, what you drawing?

Yeah, not one to send homo, buf iike it.

Let's fako a look.

It's good.

If's missing one thing though.

HILL: Make room.

Sorry, Sir.

Chaps.

Socfion Commander Richardson is joining us foday.

Morning Nine Socfion.

Good morning, Sir.

Good morning, Sir.

Sir.

Morning, Sir.

Sir.

As you wore.

Excuso mo, Sir.

PriVafe.

Shipshapo. Ready when you are, sir.

Very good.

That's our cuo?

If's time to do what we do bosf.

Positions boys.

Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Hayton.

Here, take this.

Start her up.

Sf. Michaei the Archangei, defend us in batfle.

Be our profection against fho wickedness and snares of the Dovil.

And may God ...

And may God rebuke him we humbiy pray.

And do thou, O Prince of fhe HeaVoniy hosf.

And by the powor of God cast info heii Satan

and all fho eVil spirifs who prowl about the worid.

Seoking the ruin of souis.

Amon.

Turn to sfarboard!

Yes, Sir.

Come on iad.

F Forty Two's been hif.

They're ditching!

There's a trench to our fhreo o'ciock.

Lof's see if we can mako a nuisance of ourselves.

Threo o'ciock furn.

Sir.

Gunners be ready.

Christ!

Sfarboard gun. Targof. Enomy omplacement.

Load!

Up!

Target.

Firo!

On the way!

Up!

Firo!

On the way!

Port furn. MoVo down the iino.

Koep pushing!

Spare Jorry no quarter.

Up!

On the Way!

Up!

Up!

On the way!

AUGH!

Como on girl.

Come on.

Back her up.

Puf hor into second gear. She'll puii horsolf out.

Genfiy now.

Keop us moving.

Somme Farm. Up ahoad.

RICHARDSON: Let's make fhis uick.

Targef. Enemy bunker. Ono O'clock.

I see it.

Up!

Target!

Firo!

On the way!

Anofher. Roload.

Up!

Target!

Firo!

On the way!

Bugger! Anofher. Reioad.

AUGH! Shif!

In your own swoef time.

Up!

I can'f gof a clean shot!

Sergeanf. On my mark sfop us dead.

Sir!

Stoady!

I've got it. I'Vo got if!

Now!

Brace!

Target.

Firo!

On the way!

Another, anofher.

Up!

On the way!

Yos! ShoVe fhat up your Kaisor.

Thaf's enough.

Job's not done yet.

Move on. Starboard turn.

Sfarboard furn!

Gas! Gas!

Sfand down PriVafe is jusf smoko.

Jerry's trying to blind us.

MISSEN: BRACE!

HILL: Augh!

MISSEN: Is he all righf?

It's all righf, if's all right.

Looks like a bioody mess but you'll be ail righf.

Everyone all right?

Oh, fuck.

Budd. Budd.

SIeoping on fhe job oh?

You alright Iad? Hey, hey, hey. Let me see.

Right.

Let's see if we can'f gof oursolves ouf of hore.

Sergeant.

Turn hor over.

Puf hor into second gear.

More power.

PriVafe Braedy.

Sir.

Undifching goar.

Yes, Sir.

Privato Hayton, you too.

I'll go.

Wifh your permission, Sir?

HILL: Oi.

Keep your heads down.

Go on Iad.

What is if?

Get back insido.

Hans! Gof back inside!

Braedy!

Take my hand.

Hans!

Hans!

I'm hore!

Oef inside Sorgoant!

Hans!

Hans!

Sergeanf!

Braody's still out there.

Sir!

He gof it in the throaf.

I couldn't get to him.

Did you seo where it came from?

Shot came ouf of nowhere.

Saw one of fhom though.

Want mo fo haVo a go, Sir?

The Infantry can'f be far behind.

Right, Sir?

Nofhing doing PriVafe.

Our boys wiii bo hore soon.

Hey, take it easy mafe.

Here.

My hoad's banging.

Disagreomonf with a sheli rack mato.

Where the bloody heli are we?

Sfuck in a sholl crater.

Righf on top of Jerry.

You've been out cold for agos.

Startod to think you were a gonna.

Mo?

Nah.

I'm indestructible.

Whore's Hans?

Fuck.

How?

He and Missen went fo try and release the unditching beam.

We're holding tight for now. we'ro going to wait for infanfry to gof hore.

Betwoen you and me, Richardson's going fo ond up

getting us all killod long before that happens.

He senf Hans ouf wifhout fhinking it fhrough.

And when Hans gof hit, he didn'f so much as bat an eye.

If it weron't for Lieutonant Hiil, I reckon he would haVe senf Bill out fhore and aii.

HILL: Oood fo see you're back with us Budd.

Just abouf, Sir.

Bump to fho head might haVo knocked some sense info him.

Fat chance of thaf.

Twafs.

Privato Binley.

Sir?

I neod you fo do an ammunition count.

Bill only jusf did one, Sir.

That may be but...

Idle hands make work for fho DeVil PriVafe Binley.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yes, Sir.

Sorry, Sir.

Oood man. Carry on.

Do you think the infantry will start fo moVo up?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Lef's giVo if anofher shot. Seo if she can'f pull herself out.

Sergeanf.

Turn hor over.

Ready?

Bud! Bud!

Stoady, mate. Stoady.

How you doing, Privato?

I don'f know, Sir.

I can't soe straighf.

He'Ii be fino.

HILL: Budd...

Budd...

You and me.

You and me.

We're going to get fhrough this.

HILL: You know why?

Because we're foo bioody pretty.

You'ro aii right Iad.

Sond this with fho Carrier Pigeon.

Privafo Binley, get on the forward Lewis.

Now!

Take him up somo ammunifion.

Are you deaf man? Get a bloody move on.

Listen up and listen woll.

I don't like this any more fhan fho rost of you,

but we have a job to do, so knuckle under or by Chrisf

I wiil bring the hammer down.

Tho Lord is my shepherd.

I shali not wanf.

He maketh me to Iie down in green pasfures.

Ho Ieadefh mo beside the still waters.

Thanks.

Ho restoreth my soui.

Carofui nof to break a foofh.

Jaw moro like.

Ho Ieadeth mo in the paths of righteousnoss for his name's sake.

Here.

Yea, though I waik through the Valley of fho shadow of doafh.

Do you beiieVo in all that?

I wili foar no evil.

Wish I couid.

Be strong.

I prefor to keop my faith in a fully Ioaded Lewis.

With a sharp pair of oyes behind it.

Do not be afraid nor ferrified becauso of them.

For the iord your God.

Biscuit's fighting its way down.

Goos wifh you.

He will neVor leave you.

Do you reckon Jerry's gone off to bod?

Nor forsake you.

Amon.

Misson.

Give me a boosf.

Whaf are you doing?

Unditching beam.

If we'ro biind, so aro fhoy.

Keep your oyes skinned.

If you see anything, don't hesitafe.

Ready?

Capfain!

You all right?

I'm fine.

It's coming from our Iines.

Useiess bioody Pigeon.

Brummie mosf Iikoly.

Funny fucker.

What happenod ouf there?

Jerry.

Aii ciear one second and then,

thore he was.

MoVomont dead ahoad.

Hold your fire!

PriVafe! Hoid your firo!

They're playing games.

Making us waste our ammunition chasing phanfoms.

ARTHURS: Why?

To frighten us off.

Thoy wanf fho prize, buf nof the fight.

First German unif fo capturo a Brifish tank for fhe Kaiser.

They'd be Iaudod as heroos.

Iron crosses all around.

Whaf more mofivation could fhey neod?

What aro we gonna do about fhat?

why don't I haVe a shot af gefting back Sir?

Teii them to hold their fire.

He'll never make it.

If he doesn't drown in fho mud, he'iI

bo shot or biown fo pieces within minutos.

Morrey!

If somebody doesn't try, wo'Ii all be blown to pioces.

Bosides, I don'f rocaii asking for your opinion, Privafe.

If's a suicide mission.

God will show me fhe way.

With respect Sargo, God fucked off years ago.

Your Iife's been in the hands of twats with pips on fheir shouidors over since you signod up.

Ono moro word ouf of your mouth, Privato Morrey

and I'll have you on a chargo!

Do I make mysolf ciear?

Sf. Michaei the Archangei, defend us in baffle.

MISSEN: Be our profection against fho wickedness and snares of the Dovil.

MISSEN: And may Ood rebuke him we humbly pray.

MISSEN: And do thou, O Princo of the heaVeniy host,

MISSEN: and by fhe power of God, cast info Heii Satan

MiSSEN: and all fho eVil spirifs who prowl abouf the World

soeking tho ruin of souls.

Amen.

HiLL: Robort.

Good Iuck.

[Distant Machine gun firo]

Sfop wasting ammunifion man!

MORREY!

[Coughing]

MORREY: Como on. Come on.

HILL: Sorry Budd.

HiLL: Neariy there.

MORREY: Easy, easy, easy.

MORREY: You all right?

Binley. Pass fho ono up fronf.

Do you think we'll moVo under our own sfeam again?

There's wafer in the radiator.

RICHARDSON: Ouf of fhe quosfion.

Go back to your posf.

Bus Sir, we'ro gonna...

Buf nofhing!

RICHADSON: I will not compromise the tactical effectivenoss of fhis tank.

Do I make mysolf ciear?

Sir.

ARTHURS: Grenades!

HILL: Orenado!

[Bang!]

[Machine gun 5re]

I seo tho bastards! They're making a run for if.

You soe?!

This is whaf happens when we take our eye off the baii.

Now whero are the blasfed Infanfry?

[Thundor & rain]

Quick! Pass me canfeon.

MORREY: Fuck!

Isn'f thero anything thaf we can do?

And what would you suggest?

Anything.

Anything wouid be beftor than siffing here waifing for something to happon.

That's the nature of soldiering PriVate.

For Chrisf's sake!

Just Ief us drain the radiafor.

Out of the uestion.

When fhe Infantry arriVo, they'll bring a bus fo puil us out.

If our boys were coming fhey'd bo here by now.

Yot again, you seem to havo forgotten your place, Privato Morrey!

BINLEY: I see them!

Short bursts!

Christ.

Lef them have it.

Soe?

Wo can sfiii bo of use.

Now relieve Privato Binley.

Now!

You know a Tank isn't much use wifhout its crow?

Who was that Gunnery Officer?

You know, af fhe rail head.

Mooro.

Mooro.

Do you remember fhat wrotched Horso pulling fhat fiold gun?

It was pissing it down and...

Tho poor thing was in mud up fo its knoes.

Mooro qogged it something cruol, bef...

Before it kicked him.

Arse oVer o"ow.

Yes, I remomber.

So you'll rocaii fhe stabie Iad then yeah?

Eight sfone dripping wet if ho was an ounco. He jusf...

Sfroked the Horsos forelock.

Whispored a few kind words, and ied if clear.

Would haVo followed him to Hell and back I rockon.

HiLL: Hero you go Iads.

HiLL: NeVor wasfe a frip.

The shelling seoms to have finaiiy stoppod, Sir.

Maybe Missen did make if.

I wouidn'f count on it.

[Gun5re erupts]

HiLL: Cail fhom out. Arthurs, back door!

ARTHURS: Sir!

[Screaming]

MORREY: Reloading!

ARTHURS: They'ro pushing righf! They're pushing right!

[Screaming]

BiNLEY: Coming your way Arthurs!

Thoy're on top of us!

BINLEY: I'm out!

Fuck!

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Bang!]

MORREY: where are they?

MORREY: Can you see anything?

HILL: Check your ammunifion boys.

BiNLEY: I neod another tin, Sir.

HILL: Gef somo boxes up fo him.

HILL: Morrey, what can you see?

MORREY: Nothing, Sir!

BiNLEY: Nofhing on our port side, Sir.

HILL: Arthurs?

ARTHURS: Nothing hore, Sir.

[Screaming]

Cuiet man!

Any movement?

HiLL: No. Smoke's foo hea.

For Chrisf's sake!

Can bareiy soe fen feet.

HILL: Thoy're gonna be on us again any second.

[Screaming]

Whaf?!

BINLEY: Ernesf! It's ail righf. Ernest.

I said shut him up!

Ernesf iook at me, look at me. If's okay. If's okay.

BiNLEY: Ernest.

Shut him up or so holp me!

So heip me what?

Privato?

You heard me.

Stand down Private.

Stand down!

HILL: Binley, stop!

I'd rather take my chances ouf thero than spend anothor socond in hero wifh him.

You take one more step and I'II drop you whoro you sfand.

Bollocks.

Don't fest mo!

You'll be cuf down in seconds.

Yeah, well that didn't sfop him sending Missen.

He Voluntoerod.

And Braedy?!

You know the unditching driii.

If thore'd beon another choico I would have taken if.

Thoir blood is on my hands, I know that.

I'm the one who has fo make the difficuif choices.

Regreftabiy,

thaf may mean sonding a man fo his doafh.

BiNLEY: Don't make me Iaugh.

You cOuidn't give a shit abouf any of us!

Binley!

You have no idoa...

I haVo a job to do.

If I mourned overy man I Iosf I...

Donaid?

Wouidn't be an effecfive officer...

GERMAN: Augh!

GERMAN: Augh!

[Gasping]

Steady now. Sfeady now.

HILL: Take it easy.

You're all right.

MORREY: Here.

Tastes Iiko shito, but...

it will wef your whisfle.

It's from the radiafor.

Look, you can give me a dressing down iater, but...

we all needed a drink.

How long haVo I been out?

About an hour.

Anything happen?

Bastards are playing mind games.

CIeaned and oiled, Sir.

Thank you Biniey.

BINLEY: I orr...

took the Iiborty on Ioading if too Sir.

[Coughing]

Lef me.

This'Ii warm you up.

Pass it round.

Thank you, Sir.

Whaf is it, Sir?

When I firsf joined the Tank Corps,

I promised my wifo I wouidn't be slogging it out in the mud anymore.

Thank God she can't see me now.

[Laughfer]

[Coughing]

Gur boys are probably fixing bayonofs right now, oh Sir?

We'll make it out of hero.

I know it.

To the long road home.

The long road homo.

HILL: What is it Morrey?

There's...

Thero's a madman ouf fhero holding a whito qag.

That's far enough.

I oniy wanf to fa...

You're armed.

As are you.

If he so much as fouches his holsfer...

cut him in half.

What do you want?

May I ask, who am I speaking to?

No, you may nof.

And I will nof ask again.

What do you want?

I have come fo offor you and your men

a chance to wa" away from this mess.

We'll take our own chances.

Enough men haVe already died.

I seo no poinf in further bioodshod.

You want F Forty One.

Tho Panzor?

It's a good trade for the lives of your mon ja?

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

Are wo done hero?

I said, are wo done hero?

I haVo one of your men.

Who?

I don't know his name,

buf I haVo something of his.

If you will aiiow me.

Siowly.

So you have his skofchbook.

That doosn't prove that you haVo him, or fhat he's aliVe.

Porhaps.

But can you take that chance?

PriVate Braedy is doad.

My men haVe iost a lot of comrades,

and they do nof take kindiy to prisonors.

Buf maybe, if you heip me, I can holp him.

Is fhis how all ocers of fhe Imperiai Gorman

Army conduct themselVos?

Give me the Panzer,

and I promiso you he will recoive the bost medical froafment.

Lying pieco of shif.

So, do we have a doai?

Gh, I think we're done hore.

I will sfand my men down for ono hour.

Affor that, I fake back my offer.

RICHARDSON: Oh, you needn't worry.

We're nof murderors.

He's gof some balis that feila.

Lucky he's not carrying fhem back in his hat.

Do you really think he has Braedy?

Has he boiiocks.

Moro chance of the Kaisor fucking Budd's Grandmother.

He wouidn't dare.

ARTHURS: Wo don't know fhat for sure.

You hoard whaf Missen said.

But he had his skofchbook.

RICHARDSON: I saw how much blood fhore was.

I'm sorry, buf ho's gono.

Tho basfards would have sfripped him of everything ho had.

Fuckors.

So we're staying put?

I've airoady asked a lot from you.

This time it's up to you.

Woll.

I don't know about you Iof.

I'm nof going anywhero until that long sfreak of piss has got what's coming to him.

Hill?

I don't know who if was, but...

Someone once said.

HILL: I'm not going anywhere

'til fhat long sfreak of piss gefs what's coming to him.

[Laughfer]

I fhink it's safe to say I'm Iooking at the finest Tank crew

in tho entire Brifish Army.

What a day!

[Laughfer]

AUGH!

MORREY: Fuck!

Augh!

AUGH!

Fuck!

[BANG!]

I'm out!

That's the lot!

[BANG!]

[Gasping for breath]

[BANG!]

BINLEY: Didn'f fhink you'd neod my holp at first.

You're not acfually bad in a scrap.

MORREY: Gronade!

[Expiosion]

Basfards those Potato Mashors.

Make some fucking mess.

Rest seemed fo have fuckod off.

Oufless wankers!

Eyes off. If's mine.

Capfain Richardson.

Mighf I suggesf a...

Tacfical withdrawal, Sir?

MORREY: Got it?

ARTHURS: I've got it. I've gof if.

BUDD: Gef fucked!

BUDD: I'm making my own way out of this shit holo.

BINLEY: Still a miserabie twat.

BUDD: Af your service.

BINLEY: If you don'f mind,

I'ii make my way back wifh you, Sir?

Just give me a minuto will you?