All language subtitles for The.McKensie.Break.1970.DVDRip.XviD-RENAISSANCE-cd1.en

Mark time!

Forward!

Squad, halt!

Handcuffs.

Left turn!

Corporal.

Come on, let's have you! Get fell in!

It's roll call! Let's have you!

Sergeant! Check the other huts.
Quick march! Double!

Come on! Move! Move! Move!

Come on! Fall out for roll call,
or it's blood for breakfast!

Captain Schlϋter's compliments
to Major Perry.

He will speak only to the major.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Right wheel!

Left, left.

Left wheel!

- Er... PA.
- Squad, right turn!

Squad, halt!

-
-

Captain Schlϋter, your men
will now fall in for roll call,

and 25 of them will be handcuffed
as previously ordered.

Your country started this
in violating the Geneva Convention.

25 British officers were shackled
in Ludwigsdorf prison in Germany.

After roll call, we must handcuff
25 of your officers, Captain Schlüter.

How do you plan to do that, Major?
There are 600 of us, and we don't agree.

You leave me no alternative
but to resort to force.

Bloody man! I mean, can't he see?

<♪ "Erika">

♪ Auf der Heide blüht
ein kleines Blümelein

♪ Und das heißt: Erika

♪ Heiß von hunderttausend
kleinen Bienelein

♪ Wird umschwärmt Erika

♪ Denn ihr Herz ist voller Süßigkeit

♪ Zarter Duft entströmt dem Blütenkleid

♪ Auf der Heide blüht
ein kleines Blümelein

♪ Und das heißt: Erika

♪ In der Heimat wohnt
ein kleines Mägdelein

There's nothing for it.

- Bring them up.
- Yes, sir.

Mr Cox! Bring those men up here!

♪ Und mein Glück, Erika

♪ Wenn das Heidekraut rot-lila blüht

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right,

left... left... left... left, right, left.

Squad, mark time!

Squad, halt!

- Sir!
- Mr Cox, enter barracks number one

and place Captain Schlϋter under arrest.

Sir!

Gate!

Company, double march!
Left, right, left, right, left, right...

♪ Und das heißt: Erika

40 metres.

30 metres.

20 metres.

- Come on. Let's go.
- I want no part of this, understand?

All guard towers.

This is Major Perry.

There is to be no shooting,
unless a prisoner crosses the tripwire.

Is that understood?

Cease firing.

Come out, you Kraut swine!

You bastards!

Gas grenades in!

Tear gas.
They're past the wire.

Come on! Double it up!

Right, I want 12 men!
Six with me, and six round the back!

Sir! Those men, pronto!
Cover the other side!

Drop back and form a line!

Right, fix bayonets!

Right, all guard towers.

There is to be no shooting
unless they cross the tripwire.

Sergeant! Sten guns in!
Come on, move it up!

Hurry it up! Get in there!
You come down that side.

Is the Luftwaffe above
all this? Come on! Get going!

Go to hell.

What a bunch of idiots.

Push out!

Don't you like, Tommy?

Get the Tommies out.

Right, close the gates!

Stop! Enough! Attention!

Form a lane.

Send your handcuffs back to London,
Major Perry.

Captain Schlϋter, I am entitled
by the Geneva Convention

to punish you and your men
for this incredible behaviour.

You will be confined to your huts
on restricted diet for 48 hours.

All privileges and electric power
will be curtailed for that period.

And at the end of that period, you will
fall in for roll call in proper order.

As indeed you are now.

Send your handcuffs back to London,
and stay out of our camp until you do.

Did you have relations
with an enlisted personnel?

I did, sir.

She was willing.

Did you strike an officer
of His Majesty's Navy?

Not at all. I said... something or other,

and he gave me a sort of... push.
It wasn't anything.

The police report called it
"aggravated assault".

Did it?

Your past record indicates that
you were drunk with four enlisted men,

and absent without leave... six times.

Even though you are awaiting orders
for your next posting,

that is not a licence to ignore military
regulations and disgrace the uniform.

Yes, sir.

It is within the authority
of this review board

to reduce you in rank
to the lowest commissioned rating.

However, we have been requested
to hold our decision in abeyance

by His Majesty's Intelligence.

- General Kerr wishes to question you.
- Ben Kerr?

So it's a balls-up again, eh, Jack?

The army must be in a bad way
for generals, making you one.

- You've got that bit right, at least.
- What does an editor do in the army?

Write stories about Hitler's sex life
and send them to the newspapers?

We put corrupt and ill-assorted talents
like yours to work winning the war.

- I requested your transfer to Intelligence.
- Why the hell did you do that?

You're to run a POW camp in Scotland.

- Oh, God, Ben! I'm not a policeman.
- Damned good crime reporter, though.

You've been a chaotic bastard
as long as I've known you,

but you have a perverse genius
for setting things in order...

when you've a mind to.

I've a mind to go on a holiday
at the moment.

That review board will see that you get it.

Jack, I'm saving
your Royal Irish ass for you,

and giving you the chance to do the sort
of job you've always been keen on doing.

- Prisoners of war. I puke, sir.
- Now, get stuffed, Jack.

I need you.
I need your great nose to the ground.

The German prisoners,
all top-line officers,

have been raising a peculiar sort of hell
at McKenzie the past few months.

Other camps: Relative quiet.
McKenzie: A veritable state of siege.

Both War Office and Intelligence
want to find out if there's any connection,

any link with the dear old Deutschland.

You have full authorisation to do
what you must to bring the camp round

and to find out what we need to know.

A Major Perry's in command there.

A captain tells a major
how to run his camp.

I thought that would amuse you. He'll be
instructed to cooperate with Intelligence.

What about that review board?
Any ideas how to keep them off my back?

I shall... ponder the matter, old boy.

"Can you give me something for
diarrhoea, headache or constipation?"

- Yes. Here he comes, Major Perry!
-

English! English!

"Why are those boys fighting? Why
does that schoolmaster not stop them?"

Here he comes, Major Perry!

Idiot! What is this shit?

Quiet! Quiet!
There's more to come.

The next one
who whistles will be fined ten marks.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier!

♪ All the English have fat arses

♪ Major Perry, Sergeant Cox

♪ We would like to give them handcuffs

♪ Put them in a six-feet box

♪ When the war is gone and finished

♪ And we win the victory

♪ Deutschland then will be much bigger

♪ England then belongs to you and me

♪ When the war is gone and finished

♪ And we win the victory

♪ Deutschland then will be much bigger

♪ England then belongs to you and me

♪ We can stay in Camp McKenzie

♪ For England then belongs to you and me

Three cheers for
Commandant Schlϋter. Hip, hip, hurrah!

- Hip, hip...
- Hurrah!

- Hip, hip...
- Hurrah!

It's a bloody English music hall!

It's more fun in here
without the English Tommies, eh?

You... and you... and you.

All of you,
thanks for this morning.

- You make a lousy English lady, Schmidt!
- Ja. She's too Jewish-looking!

I'll smack you.

Neuchl, you shall take the part.

- You'd make a hell of an English lady.
-

Why not bring your "friend" Berger
up here to the stage

and do the little sketch for us
like two English ladies?

Won't you?

Your position, Kapitän,
is not so to give me such insult.

My position as your commanding officer
is so to have you killed

for being a coward, if I must.
Are you not a coward?

I obey the rule
of a prisoner of war.

As the German
camp commandant,

you know the Geneva Convention
forbids you to incite a riot.

You are a homosexual, are you not?

Nein.

Sorry, your English is poor.

You're a queer, aren't you?

Why don't you ask Berger,
here, to the stage?

You can hug and kiss
and have a lovely queer wedding.

Sweet little sister,
sweet little sister, get out, get out.

I'll see you later.

To hell with orders.
Let's make a victory fire.

Quite right, Mr Cox. Fireworks Night.

- They're flaunting the blackout regulation.
- Celebrating my 48-hour punishment.

- We'll see to that, sir.
- You'll see to what?

You'll see to it that
we're all made fools of once again.

You move men in there
to enforce blackout regulations,

Jerry will have disappeared by the time
you get there, laughing from the shadows.

Your men will get
a few more broken heads.

Bleeding Krauts are lighting up
the sky, asking for a raid.

There's never been a raid within 100 miles
of this desolate chicken farm. Only alerts.

Why bomb this understaffed, ill-manned
outpost of... military mediocrities?

Thank you, Mr Cox. That will be all.

Oh, erm... make transport arrangements
for a Captain Connor, coming tomorrow.

- The details are in the orderly room.
- Yes, sir.

Shall we finish the game, Mr Hall?

As you like, sir.

I'm sorry. I...

I went a bit too far.

I'm damned if I know
what Whitehall expects.

"Don't move too aggressively, thousands
of our chaps in German POW camps."

And I quite agree. "But can't you
maintain order there, Major Perry?"

I ask for reinforcements, they send me
a captain from Military Intelligence.

"Let him have a look at the matter."
I mean, oh dear, oh dear.

With uniforms
you look more British than the guard.

No one will stop you
once you are out of the gate.

- Behold...
- Behold...

Broadtail.

It's our Scottish contact.

He'll wait for Hochbauer and Schmidt
on the Glencoe road.

Good.

B for Berlin.

- And breakout.
- What did Berlin say?

English. It wasn't Berlin.
It was our friend here in Scotland.

And he agrees
to an earlier meeting with you.

Let's raise hell
when Perry puts on the cuffs.

You can march straight off
and join the British Army.

We used to have picnics here
when I first came. It was grand.

They were so lonely, the German lads,
and they were so nice.

Then they made the rule, I guess.
Closed the camp tight.

- When was that?
- About a year ago,

when the headmaster came -
the major. Major Perry, that is.

When Major Perry came, sir.

Hey!

You're a bunch of weaklings.

- Not bad for starters, right?
- Very good, very good.

Now it's the Luftwaffe's turn.

- Morgen, Hauptmann Kranz.
- Guten Morgen.

Kapitän, thank you for the list
you sent me this morning.

But there are others of us
who speak excellent English.

The tunnel was begun
before you came here.

Your list, the 28 men who are to escape,
are all U-boat men.

None of my men.
None of Unger's engineers.

I took the tunnel over
on orders from Hitler and Admiral Dönitz

in order to get skilled U-boat men
back into the war.

- Germany needs them now.
- My men want some explanation.

You're a Luftwaffe
commandant. Do you explain orders?

I want an explanation
about the way you treated Neuchl.

That flying fairy,
Hauptmann, he's a bad German.

Yes, I spent a very decent
holiday or two in Ireland.

What made you decide to
suspend outside privileges for Germans?

I felt that my predecessor had
taken too many liberties with regulations.

In fact, Von Westhofen agreed with me -

the German senior officer in the camp
until his death last April.

Nice old boy, General Von Westhofen.
A great feeling for books.

The complete opposite of the young devil
now in command, Schlϋter.

- What did the nice old boy die of?
- Heart attack.

Morning. Captain Connor's been
sent up from London.

He's to assist me
in analysing the problems here.

When are you going to lift
your 48-hour siege, sir?

Tomorrow morning at reveille.

- Let's have a look inside, then.
- I think not, Captain.

It would weaken
the effect of the punishment.

I should have a look around.

Captain, 12 men were seriously injured
in there yesterday.

- If you go in, it's your responsibility.
- Yes, sir.

- Does that phone go to all the towers?
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

This is Captain Connor speaking.
I'm coming inside now.

Will you come along, Mr Cox?

Reinforcements.
One more man.

Let's give him company.

What do you suppose
Von Westhofen died of, Mr Cox?

I expect it was as Major Perry said, sir.

I'd like your opinion on that.

Well, he always seemed
in the best of health to me, sir.

You think Schlϋter got rid of him?

The bastard has control now,
that's all I know.

- Have you had any escapes?
- A few.

Most of them get picked up
in the local whorehouse.

A couple did make it across
to the Irish Free State.

The hell you say.
Horrible place to wind up.

There's only one way
to handle prisoners, sir.

That's lock 'em up some place so tight
that all they can do is eat, sleep and shit.

But the Geneva Convention
wouldn't abide it.

- Don't you have workshops?
- They can make almost anything.

Made uniforms as good as new for
their top officers. They've got the lot.

Tinkers, tailors...
candlestick makers, I shouldn't wonder.

- Did they make any guns yet?
- We search, we try to surprise them.

We find nothing.

Turns out we always get the surprises.

- Is that Schlϋter?
- Aye, number-one barracks.

To be sure.

Quiet Willi.
His men aren't so quiet, though.

He's seen to that. He's got more authority
here than he ever had on a U-boat.

I heard about his playing
at war games yesterday.

- Exciting, was it?
- You're dead right, sir.

That's the mess hall up there.
Round the corner's the cooler.

The major hasn't made
enough use of it yet, sir.

- Are you irritated by this lot?
- I could do without them, sir.

Quick march, then.

That's lovely topsoil, Willi.

Satisfied with
your turnip inspection, Captain?

Just grand. You're not putting the dirt
from your tunnel there, are you?

Tunnel? You are old-fashioned, Captain.

That's right.

Yes, there must be a better way than that.

Attention, please.
This is Major Perry.

I am assigning Captain Connor officer in
charge of the roll call tomorrow morning.

He will supervise
the selection and handcuffing

of 25 German officers
immediately after roll call.

Thank you.

There must be a better way.

We keep this entrance clear
since it is the main escape hatch.

If you follow me to number
three, you can inspect the attic there.

Captain?
Careful climbing through the toilet.

I have calculated
the load on the ceiling.

We have 17,000
cubic centimetres of dirt.

I've installed cable supports.

Crude but effective.

It's difficult
with the advanced schedule.

We don't have the incentive
of being among those to escape.

Solving the problem
is incentive enough for me.

I am an engineer.

Be a fast engineer, Unger.

We are five metres from
the fence, and 26 metres from the stream.

We will have to use
the roof space in barracks two.

- Ah, good evening, Mr Cox.
- Good evening, sir.

- You ordered reveille at 0600 hours, sir.
- That's right.

And C Company to fall out
with 25 handcuffs, sir.

Right.

And call the fire brigade, would you?
Fire brigade.

Sir.

Divide them
between the front two ranks.

Two to each rank.

Half left, wheel.

Right wheel.

This is Captain Connor
speaking to all prisoners.

There will be an immediate roll call.

Repeat, there will be an immediate
roll call. 25 men will be handcuffed.

Enter the barracks
as previously instructed.

Move!

Nobody here, sir. Dead empty.

- Mother Hubbard.
- Same here, sir.

Proceed with caution.

Six men to hut two. On the double.

Move in quickly.

Get back!

Take it easy.
You don't have to kill me.

It's a good cause.

Hey! You two men!

Get back!

Good. Now get in there
and mix with the British.

Jerry's taken the bait.

Left, right, left, right...

Watch out! The swine
have called the fire brigade.

Hurry.

Mr Cox. Turn it on.

Four men with me.

Force them back.

Let's get to the engine.

Take the water cannon.
Help me with the hose.

Come on. Keep going.

Get that man.

Behind the barracks!
Behind the barracks! Retreat.

Stop!

Stop! Enough!

Handcuff the bastards.

Mr Cox. That'll do.

Halt!

You seem to have won
an argument over handcuffs, Captain.

And you got all wet, Willi.

Have your men out
in one hour for roll call.

I insist on visiting
your infirmary immediately

to see to the condition of my men.

Right after the roll call, Willi.

Shut up.

- And speak English!
- OK, OK.

I'm glad to be out too. But we have
to find our chum in Caithness.

28 submariners...

- What the hell's he saying?
- I think he's unconscious, sir.

28 submariners... Swine...

When he comes round,
I want to talk to him.

- Go and do whatever you have to.
- I'll do my best, sir.

That man is in a bad way.
Our chaps didn't have to go that far.

It wasn't them that did it to him.
It was his own lot.

Damn near killed him, as well.

- Working off a private grudge, perhaps.
- Sir. This just came.

Keep a close guard on him, Sergeant.
I don't want anyone near him.

- Captain Connor.
- Sir.

- They took the handcuffs off our men.
- Yes, I knew about that.

- You knew?
- I knew before I left London.

Then those men
must be unshackled at once.

Not just yet, sir.

I'm instructed to cooperate with you,
not relinquish my command.

Not at all, sir.

But you must comply with what
the Intelligence mission requires,

and I didn't come here
just to put down a riot.

Are you formally requesting me
to contravene the Geneva Convention?

For a few hours is all.

Very well, Captain Connor.

I'm sure today's episode
can only redound to your credit.

Sir.

I want a complete list of the numbers
and injuries to our men.

- Eighteen, present and correct, sir.
- Carry on, Sergeant.

Sir, checked parade four.
All present and accounted for.

Parade, dismiss.

I have permission to check on my men.

Go inside, please.
These look like knife cuts.

- I don't speak English.
- He's lost a lot of blood. Put him to bed.

Where's Neuchl?

In that little room.

Does the music bother you, sir?

- No, not at all.
- It's therapy, of course, sir.

These Germans are very fond
of this kind of thing.

I've always collected
classical music, because...

- Have you any of that medical brandy?
- Yes, sir.

Will you have a drink, Captain?

Do I understand you refuse me
the right to see one of my men?

- Just the one brandy, Corporal, please.
- Yes, sir.

Well, he doesn't seem to be
too anxious to see you.

He got away from those brutes of yours,
didn't he? They nearly killed him.

He's under the care of the chief surgeon.

You Irish are just fabulous. You really
have got that famous Irish imagination.

But your water sports this morning
made such a confusion,

who knows what you saw?

I know what I saw.
I saw a man trying to escape.

I'm not contradicting really, Captain.
You may have seen an attempted escape.

Is it not the duty of all prisoners to try?

- Sir.
- Thank you, Corporal.

Toscanini?

Furtwängler does it better.

Hm.

The German camps have taken
the shackles off the British prisoners,

and we shall reciprocate very soon.

Course, your lads
did quite a bit of damage.

We'll have to deduct that from their pay.

And that will be all for now, Captain.
You'll want to see to your men.

Captain, deduct the damages
from my pay. Thank you.

You've done too much as it is.

Keep your eye on that one.
See that he leaves soon.

And don't let anyone else in
without my authorisation.

There they are.

You can take these books
to the prisoners. I've inspected them.

- These all the Kriegsmariners?
- Yes, I separated them.

I don't read German all that well. I don't
even know what the hell I'm looking for.

- What's that? Ewig...
- Ewigkeit.

"My dear wife, it has seemed like an
eternity since last I kissed your bosom

and slept with my arms
entwined around your body."

- Do you read horny letters all day?
- That's the function of the post office.

- It is?
- Mm.

"The turnip fields are growing, dear,

and we are going to do
several plays by Shakespeare."

"I wish I had you with me now to put
my arms around and feel your bosom."

Bosom, bosom, bosom.

Why do they put
that Roman numeral in the date?

- What date?
- It's a Roman numeral, or part of it.

- Did you ever notice that?
- I've never noticed that before.

He's got that queer-looking German
seven, and the one and the two,

but it starts off with a Roman numeral.

We're going to get us a code man
down here from London

and have him take a look
at these horny letters.

- I wanna tell you something.
- I told you before, don't touch me.

Get back to bed!
Do you hear me? Get back to bed!

Look out! They've got a hostage.
Get back to your beds immediately.

Have I kept you waiting, Willi?

It's your prison, Captain.
We follow your orders.

You have imposed your kind
of order, haven't you?

- Did you know him well?
- No.

- What's his name? You know that.
- Rupert Neuchl.

You have it on your hospital report.

He must have regained consciousness
during the day. He hanged himself.

Do you want to write that
to his family, or shall I do it?

Won't be necessary.

- Why'd he hang himself?
- He was weak. He was a homosexual.

- Why do you ask me?
- We asked everyone else in the ward.

They saw nothing, of course. You're
the commanding officer. Why'd he die?

Captain, he died under your custody.

I smell... cognac, I think.

You smell Irish whiskey, I think.
There you are.

Thank you.

Prost.

Achtundzwanzig Kriegsmariners.

It's a pity
the corpse never enjoys the wake.

He was a hell of a nice fella
to talk to, though.

Here's to you, Rupert.

Your German...
You're pronouncing it very good today.

You're pronouncing
your English very good, too.

Where'd you learn English, Willi?

In Bremen.
Unterseeboot Akademie, ten years ago.

- How old are you?
- 27.

You must have had a couple of years in
the Hitler Youth camp, with a bit of luck.

A lot of luck. Two years.

And you?

- Me what?
- I mean, how old?

I'm 44.

- Still very much alive.
- I'm quite well, thank you.

I mean, your new command
is very much impressed.

One of those nice elderly British guards
told me you were a hell of a journalist.

Oh, that's true. A hell of a journalist.
I could make you famous, Willi.

Why don't you tell the lively old
crime reporter why the man's dead?

Do you expect me to tell you
that I killed him and why?

No, you don't have to.
I can see your pleasure in the kill.

Can you?

Mm-hm.

Perhaps you can see somebody
who believes in the war,

who believes in his people, his leaders.

We kill in a war for those things, huh?

But maybe you don't. I mean, you're Irish,
and you're a captain in the British Army.

The same British Army that has killed
your own Irish people for centuries.

What do you really believe in? What
kind of order? What laws do you obey?

Well, I obey as few laws as I have to,

and I'm not much of a one for order.