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AUGH!

Augh, fuck this.

Hey!

You're taking the piss.

Dirty cheating bastard.

Cheating bastard.

You not done polishing that thing yet?

You not done being a miserable twat?

Oi, Ernest, what you drawing?

Yeah, not one to send home, but 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 Nine Section.

Good morning, Sir.

Good morning, Sir.

Sir.

Morning, Sir.

Sir.

As you were.

Excuse me, Sir.

Private.

Shipshape. Ready when you are, sir.

Hill: Very good.

That's our cue?

It's time to do what we do best.

Positions boys.

Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Hayton.

Here, take this.

Start her up.

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.

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

And may God...

And 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.

Amen.

Turn to starboard!

Yes, Sir.

Come on lad.

F Forty Two's been hit.

They're ditching!

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

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

Three o'clock turn.

Sir.

Gunners be ready.

Christ!

Starboard gun. Target. Enemy emplacement.

Load!

Up!

Target.

Fire!

On the way!

Up!

Fire!

On the way!

Port turn. Move down the line.

Keep pushing!

Spare Jerry no quarter.

Up!

On the Way!

Up!

Up!

On the way!

AUGH!

Come on girl.

Come on.

Back her up.

Put her into second gear. She'll pull herself out.

Gently now.

Keep us moving.

Somme Farm. Up ahead.

AUGH!

Let's make this quick.

Target. Enemy bunker. One O'clock.

I see it.

Up!

Target!

Fire!

On the way!

Another. Reload.

Up!

Target!

Fire!

On the way!

Bugger! Another. Reload.

AUGH! Shit!

In your own sweet time.

Up!

I can't get a clean shot!

Sergeant. On my mark stop us dead.

Sir!

Steady!

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

NOW!

Brace!

Target.

Fire!

On the way!

Another, another.

Up!

On the way!

Yes! Shove that up your Kaiser.

That's enough.

Job's not done yet.

Move on. Starboard turn.

Starboard turn!

Gas! Gas!

Stand down Private is just smoke.

Jerry's trying to blind us.

BRACE!

Augh!

Is he all right?

It's all right, it's all right.

Looks like a bloody mess but you'll be all right.

Everyone all right?

Oh, fuck.

Budd.Budd.

Sleeping on the job eh?

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

Right.

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

Sergeant.

Turn her over.

Put her into second gear.

More power.

Private Braedy.

Sir.

Unditching gear.

Yes, Sir.

Private Hayton, you too.

I'll go.

With your permission, Sir?

Oi.

Keep your heads down.

Go on lad.

What is it'?

Get back inside.

Hans! Get back inside!

Braedy!

Take my hand.

Hans!

Hans!

I'm here'.!

Get inside Sergeant!

Hans!

Hans!

Sergeant!

Braedy's still out there.

Sir!

He got it in the throat.

I couldn't get to him.

Did you see where it came from?

Shot came out of nowhere.

Saw one of them though.

Want me to have a go, Sir?

The Infantry can't be far behind.

Right, Sir'?

Nothing doing Private.

Our boys will be here soon.

Hey, take it easy mate.

Here.

My head's banging.

Disagreement with a shell rack mate.

Where the bloody hell are we?

Stuck in a shell crater.

Right on top of Jerry.

You've been out cold for ages.

Started to think you were a gonna.

Me?

Nah.

I'm indestructible.

Where's Hans?

Fuck.

How?

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

We're holding 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 sent Hans out without thinking it through.

And when Hans got hit, he didn't so much as bat an eye.

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

Good to see you're back with us Budd.

Just about, Sir.

Bump to the head might have knocked some sense into him.

Fat chance of that.

Twats.

Private Binley.

Sir?

I need you to do an ammunition count.

Bill only just did one, Sir.

That may be but...

Idle hands make work for the Devil Private Binley.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yes, Sir.

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 it another shot. See if she can't pull herself out.

Sergeant.

Turn her over.

Ready?

Bud! Bud!

Steady, mate. Steady.

How you doing, Private?

I don't know, Sir.

I can't see straight.

He'll be fine.

Budd...

Budd...

You and me.

You and me.

We're going to get through this.

You know why?

Because we're too bloody pretty.

You're all right lad.

Send this with the Carrier Pigeon.

Private Binley, get on the forward Lewis.

NOW!

Take him up some ammunition.

Are you 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 or by Christ

I will bring the hammer down.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

Thanks.

He restoreth my soul.

Careful not to break a tooth.

Jaw more like.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Here.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.

Do you believe in all that?

I will fear no evil.

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 nor terrified because of them.

For the lord your God.

Biscuit's fighting its way down.

Goes with you.

He will never leave you.

Do you reckon Jerry's gone off to bed?

Nor forsake you.

Amen.

Missen.

Give me a boost.

What are you doing?

Unditching beam.

If we're blind, so are they.

Keep your eyes skinned.

If you see anything, don't hesitate.

Ready?

Captain!

You all right'?

I'm fine.

It's coming from our lines.

Useless bloody Pigeon.

Brummie most likely.

Funny fucker.

What happened out there?

Jerry.

All clear one second and then,

there he was.

Movement dead ahead.

Hold your fire!

Private! Hold your fire!

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 are we gonna do about that?

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

Tell them to hold their fire.

He'll never make it.

If he doesn't drown in the mud, he'll

be shot or blown to pieces within minutes.

Morrey!

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

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

It's a suicide mission.

God will show me the way.

With respect Sarge, God fucked off years ago.

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

One more word out of your mouth, Private Morrey

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.

And 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.

Amen.

Robert.

Good luck.

Stop wasting ammunition man!

MORREY!

Come on. Come on.

Sorry Budd.

Nearly there.

Easy, easy, easy.

You all right?

Binley. Pass the one up front.

Do you think we'll move under our own steam again?

There's water in the radiator.

Out of the question.

Go back to your post.

Bus Sir, we're gonna...

But nothing!

I will not compromise the tactical effectiveness of this tank.

Do I make myself clear?

Sir.

Grenades!

Grenade!

I see the bastards! They're making a run for it.

You see?!

This is what happens when we take our eye off the ball.

Now where are the blasted Infantry?

Quick! Pass me canteen.

Fuck!

Isn't there anything 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.

For Christ’s sake!

Just let us drain the radiator.

Out of the question.

When the Infantry arrive, they'll bring a bus to pull us out.

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

Yet again, you seem to have forgotten your place, Private Morrey!

I see them!

Short bursts!

Christ.

Let them have it.

See?

We can still be of use.

Now relieve Private Binley.

NOW!

You know a Tank isn't much use without its crew?

Who was that Gunnery Officer?

You know, at the rail head.

Moore.

Moore.

Do you remember that wretched Horse pulling that field gun?

It was pissing it down and...

The poor thing was in mud up to its knees.

Moore flogged it something cruel, bef...

Before it kicked him.

Arse over elbow.

Yes, I remember.

So you'll recall the stable lad then yeah?

Eight stone dripping wet if he was an ounce. He just...

Stroked the Horses forelock.

Whispered a few kind words, and led it clear.

Would have followed him to Hell and back I reckon.

Here you go lads.

Never waste a trip.

The shelling seems to have finally stopped, Sir.

Maybe Missen did make it.

I wouldn't count on it.

Call them out. Arthurs, back door!

Sir!

Reloading!

They're pushing right! They're pushing right!

Coming your way Arthurs!

They're on top of us!

I'm out!

Fuck!

Where are they?

Can you see anything?

Check your ammunition boys.

I need another tin, Sir.

Get some boxes up to him.

Morrey, what can you see?

Nothing, Sir!

Nothing on our port side, Sir.

Arthurs?

Nothing here, Sir.

Quiet man!

Any movement?

No. Smoke's too heavy.

For Christ’s sake!

Can barely see ten feet.

They're gonna be on us again any second.

What?!

Ernest! It's all right. Ernest.

I said shut him up!

Ernest look at me, look at me. It's okay. It's okay.

Ernest.

Shut him up or so help me!

So help me what?

Private?

You heard me.

Stand down Private.

Stand down!

Binley, stop!

I'd rather take my chances out there than spend another second in here with him.

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

Bollocks.

Don't test me!

You'll be cut down in seconds.

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

He volunteered.

And Braedy?!

You know the unditching drill.

If there'd 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!

Binley!

You have no idea...

I have a job to do.

If I mourned every man I lost I...

Donald?

Wouldn't be an effective officer...

Augh!

Augh!

Steady now. Steady now.

Take it easy.

You're all right.

Here.

Tastes like shite, but...

it will wet your whistle.

It's from the radiator.

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

We all needed a drink.

How long have I been out?

About an hour.

Anything happen?

Bastards are playing mind games.

Cleaned and oiled, Sir.

Thank you Binley.

I err...

took the liberty on loading it too Sir.

Let me.

This'll warm you up.

Pass it round.

Thank you, Sir.

What is it, Sir?

When I first joined the Tank Corps,

I promised my wife I wouldn't be slogging it out in the mud anymore.

Thank God she can't see me now.

Our boys are probably fixing bayonets right now, eh Sir?

We'll make it out of here.

I know it.

To the long road home.

The long road home.

What is it Morrey?

There's...

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.

If he so much as touches his holster...

cut him in half.

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 want F Forty One.

The Panzer?

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

If you want her, you're going to 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 Braedy is dead.

My men have lost a lot of comrades,

and they do not take kindly to prisoners.

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 Panzer,

and I promise you he 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.

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

Do you really think he has Braedy?

Has he bollocks.

More chance of the Kaiser fucking Budd's Grandmother.

He wouldn't dare.

We don't know that for sure.

You heard what Missen said.

But he had his sketchbook.

I saw how much blood there was.

I'm sorry, but he's gone.

The bastards would have stripped him of everything he had.

Fuckers.

So we're staying put?

I've already asked a lot from you.

This time it's up to you.

Well.

I don't know about you lot.

I'm not going anywhere until that long streak of piss has got what's coming to him.

Hill?

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

Someone once said.

I'm not going anywhere

'til that long streak of piss gets what's coming to him.

I think it's safe to say I'm looking at the finest Tank crew

in the entire British Army.

What a day!

AUGH!

Fuck!

Augh!

AUGH!

Fuck!

I'm out!

That's the lot!

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

You're not actually bad in a scrap.

Grenade!

Bastards those Potato Mashers.

Make some fucking mess.

Rest seemed to have fucked off.

Gutless wankers!

Eyes off. It's mine.

Captain Richardson.

Might I suggest a...

Tactical withdrawal, Sir?

Got it?

I've got it. I've got it.

Get fucked!

I'm making my own way out of this shit hole.

Still a miserable twat.

At your service.

If you don't mind,

I'll make my way back with you, Sir?

Just give me a minute will you?