All language subtitles for The Last Drop

~dramatic military music~

THE LAST DROP

~foreign language~

~Morse code tapping~

~ Benitta ~ Source
Magdalen to Matchbox. Stop.

Germans looting.

Activity increased.
Stop.

~Military ~ By the authority of the
Fuhrer, I hereby claim all properties-

~ Benitta ~ Have infiltrated
S. S. as instructed.

Now based at target.

London, please advise.

~foreign language~

~squirting~

~ Benitta ~
J ust fixing their lunch?

~ spits ~

~ Saskia ~
Ready!

~male voice
in foreign language~

Mmm.

~war siren~

~distant bell ringing
and plane humming~

~knocking at door~

~Warren ~
Come through, Captain Banks.

Very impressive record.

Italy, Belgium,
North Africa, Dunkirk.

Nobody's gonna win this war
hiding in a foxhole.

And tomorrow, you and your
men are off to Holland.

Operation "Market Garden" as part
of the First Airborne Brigade.

I'm not at liberty
to discuss this.

As of this moment, Oaptain,
the parameters of the mission

for you and your men
have changed.

~shuffling~

Operation Matchbox.

You will be leading
the last drop.

~dramatic music in crescendo~

~music~

~ Banks ~ This rickety
bugger's about to take us

into the unknown, gentlemen.

For those of you
who don't know me

there's only one rule
in my command.

Every man is a soldier,
and I expect every soldier

to do his duty
without exception.

We have a job to do, boys,

so let's get it done.

Good luck
and God bless.

I'll buy you all a beer
when we get home.

~McMillan ~
Thank you, sir.

~ Oates ~ Maintain course
on 139, can you confirm?

~ Pilot over radio ~
Roger, Matchbox.

Keep a steady course.
Bit of a crosswind due east.

Other than that,
blue skies all the way.

~music~

Fresh coordinates, Lieutenant.

~ Pilot over radio ~
Roger, Matchbox,

Breaking away from the
pack on new heading.

Due south, southeast
on 279, over.

L- zee's here?

~ Banks ~
And rendezvous here.

~explosions~

Ohaps.

I'd say we just about lost
the element of surprise.

Get this glider down,
gentlemen, we're counting on you.

~ Banks ~ It's going to start
getting a bit choppy, lads.

Oan I go home, sir? I've changed
me mind. I left the gas on!

~ Banks ~ Put a bag on it, Ives.
Your life's one big holiday.

~shout over radio~

~ Pilot over radio ~
We've been hit I

Losing altitude.
Lost power on two.

Matchbox, you're too hot
to handle, releasel

Repeat, releasel

~ Oates ~ Matchbox to Dakota,
we are go for disengage.

~ Radio ~ Fire in the
hold I We're going down I

Thanks for the lift,
good luck.

Disengage, Simkins.

~strains~

Come on I

It won't shift I

~whipping~

Brace yourself, Oaptain.

Get us
on the ground, fly boy!

Yeah, I'm trying to keep
my breakfast down.

~McMillan ~
Right ladies, this is it I

~shouting~

Brace!

Good luck, lads.

~ Soldier~ Hold on! Hold on!

~shooting~

No!

Get me hand!

~screaming~

Hold on, sir!

Gonna try a landing!

We're gonna land!

~ shouts in pain ~ Oh,
my eyes! I can't see!

~screaming~

~shouting~

~silence~

~male and female
sighs of pleasure~

~ Gustav ~ And now I
would like to explore

this particular avenue
of pleasure.

~loud clack
and surprised gasps~

~ Gustav ~ How dare you
I Gustav Handsfeldt, S. S.

Don't you know
who I am?

~Max ~
Olear.

Voller.

You are-

so alive!

And-and looking so-well!

I'll-

leave-you-gentlemen

to your reunion.

U hm, Gustav-

I will see you next Thursday.
I hope.

Yes.
Bye.

~gasps~

What's it like?
Screwing a rat?

~Voller~ Tell us where it is hidden.

It's all gone!
The S. S. took everything!

I swear it I

He's lying.

But this-

this is crazy!
~laughs ~

We are old friends.
We still are!

You know it was not me who sent
you to the Russian front, huh?

Shoot him.

No, all right then!
Everything is there!

It's all hidden away.
Somewhere near Arnhem.

But you need me,
you need me, Vollerl

You know that!
You cannot kill me!

Good point.

~gunshot and shouts~

~gasping~

Now, I have
all the necessary papers.

You can't
- you can't get through without me.

Take him!

Good.

~Voller~ I told you he would crumble.

Yoo hoo, when you finish
congratulating yourselves-

~Voller~
Bravo, bravo.

Thank you.

Have you ever thought
of taking it up professionally?

The acting, I mean.

Yes, as it happens,
I have.

A thousand Reich Marks
per performance, remember?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, darling.

He might still
doublecross us.

Of course he will.

But he will be dead
by then.

I don't like him.

~ Katrina ~
I'll wait for you.

Nothing personal, Gustav.
J ust business.

Tch.

Take care.

~ Simkins ~
It's my eye.

~ Banks ~ How are you
boys in the cockpit?

~ Oates ~
Oopilot needs attention.

~McMillan ~ Oheck the
perimeter. Oome on, everybody out.

Baker, how many you got?

Two, Sarge.

It's a bloody mess.

~McMillan ~
It's a bloody mess!

Try and hold still
now, sir.

~ Banks ~
Simkins! Simkins!

Get on to H Q, tell them
we've missed the landing zone.

Sir.

Rally your troops, Sergeant.

Sir.

Did you manage to get
a fix on our position, Lt?

Somewhere in Europe, eh.

We could be one, we could be
twenty miles from the drop point.

No, he's dead, Wellings.
J ust give me his tags.

Good lad.

~McMillan ~ Okay, rations,
canteens. How are you doing, son?

Right boys, take your
weapons take your kits.

We are after all,
reputedly, the British army.

~ Banks ~ Seems to me if
we missed the landing zone,

we probably dropped
over Jerry's head

and right into
his back garden.

Oh, that's bloody marvelous!

Have you ever seen
any combat, Lt?

Baptism by fire.

Sir! Sir!
I've got a signal-

~shooting~

~ Banks ~
Everybody down!

~shouting~

~ Banks ~ Everybody down! Return fire!

~McMillan ~ Wellings,
hit the deck, you plank!

~much shouting and shooting~

~ Soldier~
Need more ammol

~shouting~

~McMillan ~
Right, on my mark, go!

~ Soldier~
Ammunition!

~ Banks ~
Baker, with me!

Oovering fire, Sergeant!
Stay with the men!

Wellings,
attend to the wounded!

Hey, where's
the corp gone?

He's done a bunk!

~two gunshots~

~foreign language~

~ Banks ~ Took three of the buggers out.

~McMillan ~
Well done, sir.

~ Banks ~
Powell!

Where is he?

Last seen running in the
opposite direction of fire, sir!

Baker, Wellings, Hayward.
With me up the right.

Sergeant, you take
the Lieutenant up the left.

Stay with these men, Sergeant.
At all costs.

~McMillan ~ Of course,
sir. Good luck, sir.

Oontempt for death, gentlemen!

Oontempt for death!

~ Baker~
Get up! Get up! Now!

Out of the way!
Move it!

Stay with mel

~much shooting and shouting~

Reload!

~ Banks ~
Keep your shape, gentlemen!

I can't go running!
I can't go running!

Fight on through, Wellings!

~ Banks ~
Baker!

~ Baker~
I'm all right, Sarge!

~whimpers~

Oovering fire, Wellings!
I need cover!

~ Banks ~
On your feet, Sir!

Talk to mel

~ Baker~
I'm okay I

Agh!

Oovering fire!

Agh! Agh!

Sarge!
You all right?

~McMillan ~
It's just in the leg I

Keep-moving-ladsl

I've got a jam.

Medic!

~German over radio~

They are all dead,
crash site clear.

You shoot
better than you fly.

Lucky for you.

Sarge, it's okay, hold on!

I'm okay!

More than I can say
for your dancing career.

Wellings!

Medic!

Ooordinates to the Lieutenant.

No sir,
don't say that!

You do that, sir!
Stay in there, sir!

Oome on!
Damn it!

Our Father-

hallowed be-

Elizabeth I

~ Baker~
What a bloody shame.

~melancholy music~

What are
we gonna do, sir?

You got a priest
in there?

~mumbles~

Huh?

Too late for him.

You!
Get out of here!

Get out!

I'm very sorry, sir.

~foreign language~

~ Gustav ~ Ah, only your
timing could be so apt.

You survive the murder hole
of the Russian Front

you dodge a firing squad,
lie your way across Europe-

A deserter, a thief.

And you get within 500 meters
of the prize,

the Allies invade.

You have all the luck
of a dead man.

~groans~

Remind me again!

Why are we
keeping him alive?

Hans!
We still need him!

But there's a squadron
of S. S. led by a major.

Kessler.

Who's Kessler?

Kessler is
an old friend.

He organized your Lieutenant's
"winter holiday. "

Go back.
Keep an eye on them.

Did you not know?

He has taken over
Operation Libertine

and now under Goering's
official umbrella,

he has expanded it somewhat.

You said all we had to do
was frighten the bookkeeper.

Now it's Major Kessler,
the S. S.

and the entire
Allied invasion.

What do you suggest
we do after lunch, Lt?

Kidnap Ohurchill?

Nothing is as black
as you paint it, Beck.

No?

~Max ~
They're pulling out!

You see?

All things come
to those who wait!

~Max ~
Heading this way.

~ Beck~ The bookkeeper! Oome here!

~ Gustav ~
Major! Major!

And to think, Sergeant,
we've only just met.

~groans~

Stupid I

No sense of humor.

~McMillan ~ Tighter.
Pull it tighter, you plank.

Shall I get
the morphine?

No, you hit me
with any of that gear,

I'll be sparko
for over a month.

Not if we give you it
little by little.

Stick it up his arse.

~McMillan ~ What are
you offering, jock?

No one touches me
with impunity, sunshine.

We have to move out.

What's the Sarge gonna
do with a bum leg? Hop?

We'll leave the sargeant here. Oarry on
with our objectives. Report his position.

With what, Tonto?
Smoke signals?

The radio's knackered.

No one
is getting dug in.

We move out together
as a unit

and you, Powell!

When I want your bloody
opinion, I'll ask for it.

All right?

~McMillan ~ Who's
got the map and orders?

Map's only any use when
you know where you are.

~McM illan ~
Take a gander.

Lieutenant!

All due respect, Sargeant,
he's not army regular.

~ Oates ~ What? And you are?

~ Baker~ We don't have time for this.

Hey, just 'cause I'm all
right with a peashooter

don't make me
a team leader.

I'm a pilot,
for Ohrissake.

Oh yeah? Flying what? Kites?

Well, Oanada, looks like
you got the job, son.

You've got seniority
so start bleeding using it.

God help us.

~McM illan ~ Right then,
ladies. Pack up your troubles.

We're moving out.

~groans~

We're due to go
to M iami Beach.

Hope you don't mind.

~foreign language~

Happy?

Beck!
Bring the bookkeeper.

The soup-is excellent!

My compliments.

~Voller~ We are here to
look for certain items.

I think you know
what I am referring to.

You're wasting your breath.

These are two
dirty collaborators,

they work
for the highest bidder.

There was a husband
but, er-

~tch~
~laughs~

You know Kessler,
he likes his women single.

All right,
bookkeeper, talk.

Before we get
down to specifics,

what is the deal?

I let you live.

~bookkeeper groans~

~music~

Olear.

~ Gustav ~ These buttons
need to be pushed in sequence.

Punch in the wrong one,
boom! Blown to Berlin.

If there anything unpleasant
waiting for us down here

I'll kill you
before you can blink.

~clack~

This way.

I think we got ourselves
a situation here, Sarge-

Oi, beat it.

According to
my calculations,

battle is going
on over here.

Following these coordinates, we're
heading in the complete opposite direction.

Whatever our objective is
died with Oapt. Banks.

Thought you were here
to take a bridge.

These orders are directing us to
a target in the middle of nowhere,

what kind of assignment
are you on?

I dunno Oanada, you tell
me, I ain't got the foggiest.

Two days ago
before kick-off,

I was reassigned
Dennis Baker.

Bomb disposal and boy,
does he have some previous.

Wellings, last time
he fought a round

was back in basic.

Oh, he's got a bit
of medical training though.

Speaks a dozen languages.

He's fallen straight
into Airborne? Oh no.

That ain't right.

Us being here
is no accident.

Yeah, this is
all ass backwards.

Yeah.

What about pretty boy
Powell? What's his beef?

What, the ice cream?

First time I ever clapped
eyes on him

was when he stepped
onto the glider.

You're kidding me.

No.

I'll tell you, that boy knows
more than he's letting on.

Oertainly acting like
no corporal I've ever met.

You know
how I figure it?

I think when Banks
bought the farm,

he left the kid
carrying the can.

Since we're
on a need to know basis

I figure he don't think
we need to know.

Yes. For now,
we're just slowing him down.

Any rate, keep running
in this direction

we should walk slap bang
into the Americans.

~Yankee Doodle melody~

Move it up!
Move it up!

Woo hooooo!

I nform H Q
we've taken the bridge.

~ Colt ~ J ust don't
tell'em how easy it was.

You got a cigarette?

~ Soldier~
Yeah.

Ain't no Kraut gonna set foot
on the far shore under my watch.

At this rate, we'll make
Berlin before Monty or Patten.

~ shooting ~

It's a hell
of a war, Jack.

H uh, you can say
that again.

I say, it's a hell
of a war, Jack.

Don't you got
something to do?

Oh yeah.

~laughs~

~shooting~

~ Gustav ~ You call this a getaway car?

Where did you steal
this bucket of rust?

What we need
is a truck.

I can get you a truck in
Arnhem. And I also have

a contact in Switzerland
who because it is me,

well, he will give us
a good deal, yes? So.

What do you say?
Equal shares?

What about Max?

Do we really
need him?

I'm surprised at you.

Oh!

~soft music~

I know your face.

North Africa, Royal
Engineers, Black Watch.

Horrible time, it was.

You get sand in places
you never knew you had.

Listen, pal, you didn't cop a
look at those movement orders

when you passed'em
on from the Oaptain?

Do me a favor, Private.

What's that, then?

Don't talk to me.
Ever.

I'm sorry about what happened
back at the crash.

I just froze.

And you saved my life.

What are you gonna do?
Give me a kiss?

Do I look like
a sailor?

No, sir.

Listen, son,
you're not in school now,

you don't have to call
everybody sir.

No, sir.

How long have you been
with Airborne?

1941, Judge said this
or two years in chokey.

Supposed to be over
by Christmas.

They've been throwing me
out of airplanes ever since.

Been with McBastard
since day one.

I don't know who gets on his
pip more, me or the Jerries.

It's not how
I'd imagined.

I don't know,
I thought-

thought it'd be
more heroic.

Maybe I'd win
a medal.

Listen, son.

You have
to shoot people.

What are you gonna do
when the Bosch turn up?

Wave your thermometer at'em?
Blind'em with your Latin?

You wanna win a medal-
I'll give you a little pearl.

Someone has a pop-
you have a pop back.

~ Oates ~
Bogey, eleven o'clockl

~ Ives ~
Oh nol

~ Baker~
Move down I

~ Powell~
Make for the treeline!

~ Powell~
Sarge, move it!

~ Ives ~
Come on, Sargel

Ooward!
Ooward!

~ Ives ~ At this range, might
as well be spitting on him.

~ Ives ~ Come on, Sarge, on your feet I

~ Baker~
He's coming round again I

~ Ives ~
He's coming round again I

Sarge?
Sarge!

~ Ives ~
Come on, Sargel

~McMillan ~
J ust stay where you arel

Get off!

~ Ives ~
Come on, Sargel

~shooting~

~ Ives ~
Move it, you ugly-

~ Ives ~
Wellings! What are you doing?

Wellings, where
are you going?

Stay there, Wellings!

Private, you
get back here!

~shouting~

~ Ives ~ Wellings,
you'll never pick him upl

~ Oates ~
Come on, run I

Five bob
says he makes it.

Ten bob
says he don't.

~ Ives ~
Wellings, run I

~music~

~shouting~

Wellings-
you're a bloody fool.

~ Oates ~
But a brave one, eh?

~McMillan ~ Wellings, don't you
ever disobey a direct order again.

Or I'll have you up on charges,
you beautiful little boy.

~happy laughing~

Gentlemen, when we finish
congratulating ourselves

the pilot has probably given
our position away

which means we have
one hour headstart.

~ Oates ~
That's if he makes it.

We need to keep moving.

~ Oates ~
We hit him I

~ Powell~
Lieutenant.

~ Oates ~
He ever let up?

He's losing fuel.

All right, lads.
You heard the corporal.

~ Ives ~
Oome on, you big berk.

Back on your heads.

~Wellings ~
Steady on, sir.

~ Oates ~ I missed you back
there. Turn around, you're gone.

~McMillan ~
Right.

Picnic's over.
Keep your eyes out.

I know you asked me
never to speak to you again.

But you do owe me
ten bob.

Yeah?
Take it outta that.

~soft piano music~

~ Kessler~
What is to report?

Oolonel Dorffman is confident
he will drive the allies back.

The colonel's confidence
is admirable

if a little misplaced.

I promised the Fuhrer
his prize.

I gave him my word,
he will accept nothing less.

The Fuhrer holds a special
place for you in his heart.

You have an enviable
position in the S. S.

Ja, it would be a tragedy to have
it cut short by a firing squad.

Make the necessary arrangements for
the transportation of the merchandise.

~ Kessler~ It must be in Berlin
before the Allies take Holland.

Do not fail me.

~clicks heels~

~explosions~

~church bell slowly ringing~

~Gustav sobbing~

Don't kill me, please.

~gunshot~

Run.

Now it was Kessler who
betrayed you, not me.

Run!

You took your time.

Where's our friend?

I let him go.

Good.

Did you find
a truck?

Yeah.

But I couldn't take the risk
of driving it through.

The place is surrounded
by troops.

We will wait till nightfall
when our Panzer division arrive.

The infantry will be pulled
back, so when the shelling begins-

we use the barrage as cover
to slip through.

What about the checkpoints?

Gustav Hansfeldt, S. S.

That's nice.

The fog of war.

What better time
for a robbery.

To Switzerland.

Switzerland.

~music~

For liberation.

For us.

I will be back
before dawn.

~music~

I brought you bread
and some wine.

~soft piano music~

You could come
into the house.

So could Kessler.

I wanted to say
thank you.

For what you did.

Those guards
you shot-

they were-

I am very grateful.

~ Ives ~ Pint of bitter, a fish supper.

Bit of slap and tickle
down the Palace.

~McMillan ~
Oh, do shut up, Ives.

~ Ives, sings softly ~
Outside the lunatic asylum

when I was picking
up stones

jumps a loony,
says to me "Morning-"

~ Oates ~
Sarge.

Powell's gone.
So are the orders.

~click~

~ Oates ~ Drop it, scout. And the. 38.

You too-lady.

~ Oates ~
They're in herel

So what-took a little walk
in the moonlight?

Rendezvous with
your sweetheart?

Afraid you might
get lost.

Took the map and coordinates
with you, right?

~McMillan ~
On your knees!

Wellings, secure
that weapon.

~ Oates ~ All right,
enough of the horseradish.

Now what the hell is going on,
Powell? If that is your name.

~ Powell~
It's classified.

I'll classify a bullet
right up your posterior

unless you start talking
right now.

I don't think you will. Not
if any of you want to get home.

What's with
the charade?

It's classified,
top secret.

Which means if it all goes
belly-up no-one's the wiser.

~ Powell~
Quite possibly.

Oh, this is bollocks!

Do you speak German?

He's a Nazi spy. We
pop him and we go home.

~foreign language~

What is she saying?
I n English.

She's telling us
to be quiet.

I nform her
we're Matchbox.

Sarge?

Go on then.

~foreign language~

If you are "Matchbox",
I am "Source Magdalen".

~McMillan ~
Ives, door.

How many Germans
at the target location?

Only one.
But more are expected tomorrow.

We do not have
much time.

Where's Jan?

Jan is dead.
And you are late.

~McMillan ~ Late for what?
What are we late for, pal?

I'm with Military Intelligence.
S O E.

Under the cover
of Operation Market Garden.

My directives are to intercept
a VIP bound for Berlin.

VIP? What VIP?
That's classified.

Myself and Oaptain Banks
were to rendezvous

with a source
from the Dutch Resistance.

Wellings here
will translate.

'Oause he speaks
the lingo.

What about the rest
of my lads, Powell?

We needed cover
to get in.

We're the cannon fodder.

No! No!

Look.

What's being asked
of all of you

is extremely vital
for the war effort.

Help me make
the rendezvous.

I'll do the rest.

You believe him?

Why don't we suck it
and see?

~explosions and shooting~

~ British Captain ~
Contact H Q, tell them

we've taken
the transportation depot.

~Voller~
Oease-fire.

All right, spread out,
stay alert.

~breathless~
British.

Now.

Now what?

I nvisible cloaks?

Wait.
~loud buzzing~

~ British Captain ~
I ncoming I

~ British soldier~ Take
coverl Returning firel

Tank support's arrived.

German efficiency.
Bang on time.

Okay.

Let's go.

~shouting and explosions~

~explosion and scream~

We're being over-run I
Retreat I Retreat I

Pull backl
Pull backl

~ German soldier~
Halt I Halt I

~ Beck~
Let's get out of here!

~music~

~ Gustav ~ They held me at gunpoint.

Tortured me for information
of the location.

Then they dumped me
in the middle of a war zone.

If your brave men
had not found me,

I may have starved
to death.

~ Kessler~ How many men run with him?

~ Gustav ~ Oh, sir, well,
four or five of them.

I- I managed to kill a couple
before they overpowered me.

Now there's-
just a sniper farmhand

and this mad psychotic thing
called Beck.

I don't think
he likes me.

We should have killed
Voller when we-

Do not say
that name to me.

The S. S. have latitude
to do many things.

M urdering lieutenants in the
German army is not one of them.

At least
not without good reason.

But Major, Voller
has betrayed us.

He is a liar.
And a thief.

Ja.

Herr Major-

far be it for me
to tell you your duty but-

should not we be
in pursuit?

~gasps~

Gustav, by tomorrow evening, you, I and
the entire shipment will be in Berlin.

There are only two
possible routes to the farm.

As of 1800 hours, one here is
in the hands of the Americans.

But the other here
are all troops

are defending with excessive
zeal and resilience!

~Gustave breathes deeply~

Given that the combined British
American forces cannot break through,

what chance of a rogue lieutenant
and his band of thieves?

~loud electric guitar music~

Wake up.

Wake up,
minefield up ahead.

What?

Which way?

Right.
No, no! Left.

Are you sure?

Trust me, left.

~tires screech~

Er, hang on,
I think-

Oh!

~music~

~flapping of bird's wings~

No, Fritz.

'Oause that would
piss me right off.

All clear! Hands up where I can see'em!

Gun down, hands up!
Schnell!

Good boy.
Now over here-

come on,
left, right, left, right.

I know you lot march, I've
seen you on the wireless.

~loud thud~

Aye, aye.

Who's a crafty
little Nazi?

You enjoying this, eh?

Hang on.

Blimey, this how Adolf
pays you a lot?

I'm on the wrong side.

Where'd you get this?
Eh?

Vie getten sie dis?

~ Powell~ Ives, bring
the prisoner outside.

Sir!

Right.

There we are, sir.
Bit frisky.

But he's all right now.

How would you like
to meet a British Officer?

~Wellings ~ Let's get
you inside now, sir.

And take
a look at that leg.

~McMillan ~ Powell, you got the squad.

~ Ives ~
Here we are, sir.

H is gun's up there, he's
been frisked and cleaned.

And now
he's me best mate.

~ Powell~
Secure him upstairs.

Sir.
Move!

Baker, with me.

Everybody else-

get in the house.

Later on, me and you are
gonna have a nice little chat.

Oome on!
Raus!

Is it them?

Well, it is definitely
one of our trucks.

Why don't you get out
and take a look?

Put our minds at ease.
~explosions~

Here?

Now?

Of course.

Yes, it's the mad
psychotic Beck!

~thud~
~motor starts up~

Major, what
are you doing?

You have a choice.

I shoot you now
or I leave you

as I found you, lying through your
teeth in the middle of nowhere.

Which will it be, hm?

I, I swear.

Oh, no, no,
Major, please!

Please.
Major! Major!

~motor fades away~

Shit.

~ 1 st American soldier~
Well, lookie here.

~ 2nd Am. soldier~ Hey,
Sargel Check that guy.

~ 1 st Am. soldier~
Hands up.

~ 3rd American soldier~ We
got ourselves a porker, sir.

God bless U ncle Sam.

I should have left you
for the Oossacks.

Left me? Who pulled who
from the burning truck?

Who's idea was it to drive through
a minefield in the first place?

Well, I have seen men get
the I ron Oross for less.

I'm sure they will let
you wear it

when they
hang us both.

You would have died 10 times
over if it were not for me.

I was as good as dead
from the moment we met.

You steal the treasure
from under Kessler's nose

and he gets a bullet
from the Fuhrer.

Look me in the eye
and tell me-

Look me in the eye-

and tell me this is
not just about revenge.

Out of my way-Lieutenant.

Where are you going?

Anywhere you are not!

Then they will shoot you
for desertion!

They can only
kill me once.

Beck! This was not
an order from H igh Oommand.

This was
a business proposal!

All right, so I wanted to
get my own back on Kessler.

But that does not mean we
can't get rich into the bargain!

Hansl Hansl You do not
walk out on your partner

halfway through
a deal!

Hans, it's-you do-

~distant explosions
and chirping~

You see, I knew you
were smart. I knew it!

The Americans!

~Yankee Doodle Dandy melody~

This whole plan is-

~Voller~ I am telling you, it will work.

You just need
to be a little less-

Less what?

German.

Think cowboy.

~ American accent ~
How you doin', ma'am?

~ American accent ~
Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

Yes, sir. Try it with me. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

Yeehaw!

Heehaw.

Yahoo!

Yeehaw!

Hee-haa!

Heehaww!

Hee-haw.
How do I sound?

Like Hans
from Dusseldorf.

We are dead.

Heehaw!

~ Gustav ~ We are talking
about millions here.

Priceless artifacts, antiques.

Rare coins, paintings.
All taken by the S. S.

~ Gustav ~ Those Nazi
swine are ruthless, ja?

The interesting thing is that there
are only three people who know about it.

Now, that's you, that's me,
and the kind Lieutenant here.

That's enough.

~ Soldier~
Yes, sir.

You still got
those cigars?

Yeah, there's
a couple left.

Give him one.

~ Gustav ~ Oh, oh. Thank you.

You trying to get
at something, mister?

Well, America's the land
of opportunity, ja?

So, surely if the spoils of
war should-just happen to-

fall into the brave hands of
such good men as yourselves.

~ Oolt ~ You trying
to cut yourself a deal?

No, look, no, I-

I prefer to think of it
as a "business" proposition.

Hey, soldier.
Give this guy a light.

Thank you.

Get him
out of here.

Eh? Yes,
but we will discuss-

Let's go, buddy.
That's it.

What do you make
of all that?

~ Shannon ~
It's getting interesting.

You can say
that again.

It's getting interest-

~ Powell~
Oan you defuse it?

~ Baker~ If you stop
breathing down my neck,

you see, if you cut
the wrong wire-

Ever play
Russian roulette, Oorporal?

See, this job
requires experience

nerve

and a hell of a lot
of stupidity.

~snip~

I've had enough.

See-

this is not a bright and
shiny VI P, is it, Oorporal?

Just do your job.

I'll be outside,
just in case.

Oh, it's time out,
is it, Corporal?

I can smell it
off you.

~sigh~

My name is Bobby.
Bobby Oates.

I'm from Windsor,
you know?

It's just near
the Detroit border.

Some hot water.

I don't understand.

There was definitely
some morphine left!

It was in here. I distinctly
remember it being here.

You're taking the piss,
aren't you?

No, Sarge.

Ohrist's sake.

~ Benitta ~
There is schnapps.

I'm not drinking bloody
Kraut nonsense.

~ Oates ~
90 proof.

~Wellings ~
Bite on this, sir.

Just like my great granddad
used to make-

~McMillan ~ All right,
I'll have some of that, then.

~Wellings ~ That's
not gonna help at all.

Yeah, it will.

There'll be a sudden surge of pain.

If you
could lie down, sir.

Make his head comfortable.

~ Oates ~
Schnapps.

~Wellings ~
Lie down, sir.

Make his head comfortable.

Lie down, sir.

~McMillan ~
Oww!

~Wellings ~
Now this is gonna really hurt.

~gasps in pain~

Hold him down.
Very good.

~shouting in great pain~

Look at that.

Olark Gable.

~distant shouts of pain~

That's what we do
to our own.

Oan you imagine what we're
gonna do to you, Fritz?

~distant loud shout~

Fancy a smoke?

No?

Please yourself.

~music~

~McMillan ~ Get that
bullet out of my leg I

Now listen.

~foreign language~

All right.

We don't have
to be nasty.

You and me
could be mates.

Eh?

"Matenzes. "

This is
so beautiful.

Where'd you get this?

Hey, hey, hey.

You were saying?

Green?

Or green?

~ Colt ~ So Gustav,
what you're telling me is

you put this
whole shebang together?

The stolen art treasures,
the booby-trapped barn, eh?

~ Gustav ~ Yes, it is
therefore because of me alone

that I will take you
to the plunder.

I think we can get some
help from Lt. Shannon.

I have been planning this
for years.

~Voller~ If we have to talk, I talk.

Looks like you two
took a beating.

Where you headed, soldier?

Oh, wait,
I gotta get clearance.

Whoa, fellas,
wait, wait.

I said wait.
Who's side are you on?

You don't cross

until I-get the okay.

I get clearance,
you get auf Wiedersehen.

Auf Wiedersehen?

Yeah, that's Kraut, for
"Get the hell out of here. "

Auf Wiedersehen.

~in German~
Danke shon.

Whoa, what unit
you say you were from?

~Voller~
Go!

Do I have a choice?

~ Colt ~ Hold your fire. Hold your firel

What the hell's going on?

They're Germans!

Two day pass for anybody

who brings me the heads
of those two sons of bitches!

~Voller~
That was close!

What happened
to Gustav?

~ Shannon ~
He slipped away.

God damn it!
God damn it!

~Voller~
Get off the road!

Which way?

You looking for, the
scenic route? Go left!

I think we need
to go right!

Left!
Trust me, left!

~foreign language~

Next time, I say
we head for Switzerland.

We head for Switzerland.

~loud humming~

Oh nol

Quick! Get out!
Out!

~tapping~

~bird cries out~

Say, er-

last night
in the forest-

that Jan was,
was, was he your-

My husband.

Geez, I'm sorry.

Do you have
a family?

Someone special?

Well, I-

I got a lot of "someones, "
you know.

Er, but, er-

no-one special.

Well, at least
not yet anyway.

~snap~

Corporal Powell.

The man with a plan.

Feel like sharing it?

J ust stay alert.

~sighs~

You know,
pink suits you.

Baker, what the hell do
you think you're doing?

Drinking.

Why?
What you gonna do?

Put me up
for court martial again?

I've been burnt,
blew up,

I've been busted
back to private.

So what are you
gonna do!

Sober up.
I need you focused.

Sobered up?

Let me show you something they
don't teach you at Sandhurst.

Oh, big guy.

~ Oates ~
Holster that weapon!

Sarge.

~ Oates ~
Holster your weapon.

Keep out of this, Lt.

What kind of soldiers
are you?

Powell!

You're here to liberate us, not
get drunk and shoot each other.

What's the difference?
A bullet or a bomb?

Put it away.
Put it away.

~clicks tongue~

Put it away.

~clicking~

Good boy.

Enough of this VIP crap.
What's in the goddamn barn?

~ Oates ~ Tell us all
what is so important

it's worth the lives
of 25 men

and don't you give me any of
that king and country bullshit!

~ Ives ~ We know what's
down there, don't we, Fritz?

This ain't no cloak
and dagger job.

We're here-on the rob.

Oome on.

Thank you.

~ Beck~
Now what, genius?

Plan B?

Fill our pockets
and run like thieves?

~Voller~ We are not leaving
without the lion's share.

We'll wait
for something to happen.

And when it does-

We pounce.

That's your plan?

Yeah.

So, we're here
to steal the Nazi loot.

~ Benitta ~ The Germans have
stripped our country bare.

In a few hours, it will
all leave for Berlin.

There's an impregnable
strongroom underneath the barn.

Baker's job
is to get us in there.

Never gonna happen.

~ Oates ~ If we can't defuse
it, then we blow it up.

How long
to do that?

Re-route the circuits. Blow it
from a distance. Done in no time.

No, those are not
the orders from London.

You heard the lady, we're on
the clock with this, blow it.

No offence.

None taken.

Oanada, have you
lost your bleedin' mind?

Are you talking about
blowing up a ton of loot?

Who care
who gets it?

As long as
it isn't H itler.

Oi, muggins, we can't get
to it. It's booby-trapped.

Booby-trapped, my ass. Laughing boy
here is supposed to be an expert.

Look son,
no-one's interested.

Really? So when you're back
home wobbling on what's left

of that leg of yours and your
wife and kids are starving

on your disability pension,
you'll say to yourself

"We did the right thing there,
blowing up a king's ransom. "

I'm not a thief.
I'm an opportunist.

Wellings, you got
a say in this?

I haven't got
any children.

~ Powell~ We access
the payload, retrieve it

then as per instructions
divert it to British soil.

Wait, divert? You said
"secure" not "divert. "

That's a different matter.

He was gonna
nick it anyway.

All I'm saying is that
if we dip into this

it's mission accomplished,
Whitehall's happy,

you're still serving
king and country

and no one can ever
ask after it

because it's top secret.

And we all come out of this
with something other

than bullet wounds
and boring war stories.

And I'll be honest.

You'll get no help from me
without it.

Whatever you decide,
make it quick.

Kessler will be here soon.

He'll become suspicious
if there are no guards.

Still haven't answered
my question.

How do you expect
to divert this cargo?

~ Powell~ They're sending a
seaplane to take it to Berlin.

The mission and orders
are to steal it.

I say we blow it to
kingdom come with him in it!

I can't do this
by myself.

~ Powell~
Who's with me?

~music~

~dramatic music~

Heil Hitler!

No wonder
we are losing the war.

~ Snyder~ Take all of this to the jetty.

This is genuine Vermeer.

~foreign language~

N ice and easy, lads.

Let's make these square heads
feel at home.

Sshh.
~loud clicking~

~ Ives ~
Five men, four men-

three men, two men.

One man
and his dog, Spot.

~ sings ~
Went to mow some Jerries.

~muffled complaint~

~ Saskia ~
Sorry.

Stay here
till I get back.

~foreign language~

~humming of plane~

~Voller~
The pilot.

The pilot is our way in.

Or rather out.

~foreign language~

Heil H itler, eh?

U h-huh.

Find a way of getting aboard that plane.

What are you
going to do?

Settle a score.

I thought you wanted
to get rich, not even.

Okay.

Do not leave
without me.

The thought
never entered my head.

~ Oolt ~
Frank, right.

Yes, sir.

Dean, left.

Right on it, sir.

Sammy, put that mortar
right there.

Yes, sir.

Looks like that prisoner was
telling the truth after all.

Ain't no way in hell

I'm gonna let
any Nazi bastard

steal one nickel
out of this country.

~music~

~ Ives ~
Aw, Ohrist.

Oome on now, pal.

You blow that bloody whistle
like a good gentleman.

No, no, no.

Psst, Baker!

Baker, we're gonna go early.

We're going early.

You need to be ready
for the signal.

What about him?

Get out of the line, Oorporal.

No, you dopey posh,
git, get out of the way.

~ Kessler~
Voller.

You, close the lift shaft.

Prepare for an attack!
Full alert!

I knew I should have joined
the bloody Navy.

~music and shooting~

~foreign language~

~ Saskia ~
Wait.

~Max ~
Keep down.

Oome on.
Oome on.

~music in crescendo~

Smile!

~shooting~

~Benitta screams~

Saskia!

Jesus Ohrist!

~McMillan ~ Baker! Keep your head down!

~McMillan ~
Get your head do-!

~ Baker~
Agh! Jesus!

~McMillan ~
Baker!

You want some?

Well, come on then!

~McMillan ~
Ives, where are you?

Ives?
Are you all right?

Shift yourself,
Oorporal Powell.

~motor hums~

Hello, Klaus.

How could you betray me?

We were brothers!

We are brothers.

What happened to you?

~grunts and groans~

~ Kessler~
You-betrayed-yourself.

Ranging fire.
One round.

~quick footsteps~

~click of gun~

~whispers~
Where are you?

~ Kessler~ Come on I Where are you?

~ Kessler~ We put our guns
down, Britisher, and fight.

~whispers softly~
Oome on.

~labored breathing~

~ Kessler~
That was close, ja?

~footsteps~

Very good.

There you go.

~heavy breathing and loud thud~

~ Kessler~
Nol

No!

Oome back here,
you coward!

No!

Open fire.

It's all right.

I'm with
the British I ntelligence.

I've got to destroy
this barn.

~explosion~

Let's get
out of here, soldier.

~American accent~
Yes, sir.

Who the bloody hell's that?

Some yank.

~ American Sargeant ~
Move, move, move!

~shouting of instructions
to soldiers~

~ American Sargeant ~
Whoa, check your fire!

~McM illan ~ Oome on! Quick as you can!

~ Ives ~
Got your passport?

Why are they shooting
at us?

Because we're in a
German plane, you berk!

Powell, move!
Shift yourself!

~shouting~

Where is Max?

~ Ives ~
Come on, Powell I

~ Oolt ~
Out him down!

Got that one.

~McMillan ~
Nearly there, son.

~McMillan ~ Come on, Powell I Move it I

~ Ives ~
Come on, Powell I

~ Ives ~
Bloody hell!

~ Ives ~
Powell, no!

~ Soldier~ Oh, we got him! We got him!

~ Ives ~
Go, go, go!

What the hell are you
waiting for, a taxi?

Go and tell the units to do
whatever the hell they gotta do.

Oome on!
Move it out!

Let's go home, Jack.

Yes, sir.

~labored breathing~

~crunch~

~metal clang~

Snyder?

Herr Major.

Gustav.

You're alive.
Thank God.

Open the door.

Oh, what a coincidence, Herr Major.

We meet again.

Open the door immediately!

Step back, please.

Auf Wiedersehen, Gustav.

At last, Herr Major.

~deep groan~

~explosion~

~big explosion~

~Wellings ~ No, it looks
far worse than it is.

Baker not with us?

~McMillan ~
No, he didn't make it, son.

Who's the yank?

I thought he was
with you, sir.

How's it going, mate?

~Benitta screams~

~McMillan ~
Hold it right there!

Hold it right there!
Put the tool-!

~ Ives ~ Shoot and you go first!

Put it down!

I said I'll shoot you
in the face!

~ Beck~
Lower your guns!

I said I'll shoot you
in the grille!

~ Beck~
I'm gonna kill him!

It's getting kinda hard to
concentrate with all this shouting.

How you doing?

~McMillan ~
Put the gun down.

~Voller~ You first. You first.

~McMillan ~ Don't be a
child! Put the bloody gun down!

No. I have been planning
this since 1941.

Oh, no, me old china.

You lot been planning
since you invaded Poland.

It's a question
of what's fair.

~ Ives ~ Fair's a place
where you win goldfish, son.

This property should be
returned to its rightful owners.

~ Ives ~
You got a list, love?

~McMillan ~ Let's try and be
sensible. We've all just won.

We're not going to shoot.
Nobody wants to get hurt.

We just want-
an equal share.

~explosion and shouts~

~McMillan ~ Whoa, whoal
Calm down I Calm down I

~ Ives ~
Put him down I

What's happening?

Fire in No. 2 engine. Brace
yourselves, we're going down.

~ Benitta ~
Take my hand.

~ Ives ~
Brace yourself, mate.

~McMillan ~ Brace yourself,
sunshine. Hold on tight.

~McMillan ~
You're all right.

~ Ives ~
I don't believe this, Oanada.

I've only flown with you twice
and both times you've crashed!

~ Oates ~ Anybody see a lake down there?

~melancholy music~

~McMillan ~
'Shun!

Stay with the men.

~ Ives ~ We could have
been rich as Solomon.

~McM illan ~ Oh, belt up, Ives.
It was for king and country.

Oome here.

~ Ives ~ Baker never
did give me that ten bob.

I still don't know if
Powell was his real name.

~Male guide ~ Heroic brave
British troops risked their lives

to save these priceless
Dutch treasures

from falling into the hands
of Nazi Germany.

~ distant voice ~ Now, if
you would like to follow me-

~music~

~hissing~

~glass breaking
and alarm goes off~

Next stop?

Switzerland.

~ Colt ~ Hell of a war, Jack. ~chuckles~

~dramatic music~

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