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I'm not asking for anything
other than permission and 60 men.

Men I will choose according
to my own criteria.

If you decide to join them,
I will join the SAS too.

My dearest Mirren,
you know I love you,

I know I could
make you so happy.

If you go out in this,
it will be suicide.

Who?

McGonigal, sir.

What is it about Stirling
that you dislike so much?

I invented the SAS,

he had no right to destroy it

on its first mission.

We have a second chance.

Let's see what the stars
have in store for us.

That's Paddy Mayne in Tamet.

And here am I in the dark
and silence in Sirte.

- Well it's not a competition, sir.
- Of course it is.

Ooh, I see.

Let the games begin.

Based on a true story,

the events depicted which
seem most unbelievale

are mostly true.

50 MILES SOUTH OF GERMAN
/ ITALIAN AIRSTRIPS

29TH DECEMBER 1941

Faster now, come on!

Sadler, don't let him catch you.

How do you like these, Tommy?

Come on.

Where the hell did you learn to
drive like that, Paddy Mayne?

Now,

we will break off
into four units

as before.

I'm guessing it's the same teams

as the last time we attacked
these same airstrips?

Just to keep the
scoring system fair.

Nope,

different teams, same team leaders
because this whole exercise,

the whole North Africa campaign is
about my team versus your team, Paddy.

Aye. Just as long
as that is clear.

Gentlemen, this is a theatre
of war, not a playground

and this time, it will be different
cause now, the Germans are expecting us.

Every airstrip will
be on high alert.

Even more fun, Jock.

So, now, perhaps...
double points

for each plane destroyed?

Lewes, you will take Almonds and
Riley to Nofilia airstrip. Fraser...

I want no part in
this idiotic game.

You will go with Lewes,

but take four men and
break off at the airstrip

to attack the
airfield to the west.

And Paddy, just
as the last time,

you will take Tamet

and I will take Sirte.

- Round two then, sir.
- Oh, yes, round two.

- Can I come on your team then, sir?
- Course you can, sweetheart.

- Stick with Uncle Paddy.
- She's a keen kitten she is.

And whoever destroys the
most aeroplanes tonight,

will win a bottle of 20-year-old

single malt Scotch whisky.

My father's favourite.

Now, I carry it with me in
case I am fatally wounded.

Now I'm offering it as a prize

in our game.

Paddy, you've had a lot
of whisky in your time,

nothing as good as this.

Considering your
humble background.

Shall I stand between you two
fucking idiots like a headmaster?

Myself, I prefer a poteen,

distilled in bathtubs,

but I will gladly take this piss
off your hands when I win, sir.

Okay, men, check your weapons.

David,

what's this idiotic
nonsense about a game?

No commanding officer has ever
been able to control Paddy Mayne

because none of them understood him.
He will fight against me come what may,

but now, he will try
to attain dominance

by destroying enemy
aircraft which...

is essential if we don't
want Tobruk to fall.

Yes, but is it really
clever strategy, David?

Or do you just want
to win the game?

ROGUE HEROES

NOFILIA BEACH LIBYA

What time is it?

Two minutes to midnight.

We need to wait for
the moon to set.

SIRTE COAST ROAD,
LIBYA SAME TIME

Let's wait here for
the moon to set.

Four miles to the airstrip,

coast road's just
over that ridge.

We can't risk the
vehicles any further.

Fuck the moon.

- There you are, sir.
- Let's go.

TAMET AIRSTRIP, LIBYA SAME TIME

Cheeky bastards
have put up fences.

Aye, cheeky fucks,

but it'll make it
more fun this time.

We should wait for the moon
to set, they'll see us.

No. The moon is our friend.

Patience is our enemy.

And besides, those who'd
see us will soon be dead.

Listen.

Just as I thought, fences
and searchlights this time.

Riley,

I want you to read this.

I'm not religious, sir.

If you're unable
to read the print,

the light will be sufficiently
bad for us to move.

Pass it here, Pat.
That's my favourite.

And what are you doing, sir?

We have at least 15
more minutes so...

you read your Bible,

I'm going to pray in my own way.

My dearest Mirren,

it has been two weeks since I sent
you my letter of marriage proposal.

I'm imagining that I
haven't received a response

because of faults
in the mail service.

We are now based
on the planet Mars

and mail comes once
every blue moon.

And speaking of the moon, every
time I look at it, I think of you.

So damn corny, isn't it?

Like one of those
awful Hollywood films.

But the moon gives me hope

that something so cold and
remote can appear beautiful.

I believe I too, am considered
cold and remote by some,

but I'm hoping that...

you might also consider me, if not
beautiful, then, at least dependable.

And I hope that your answer
to my proposal will be yes.

The light died just after,
"thou shalt not kill", sir.

Well,

I can tell you the
full commandment,

it's "thou shalt not kill,
except in a very good cause".

Every day, Hitler sends
innocents to their deaths.

So we have a very good cause.

Fraser,

take your men West,

we go East.

Go well, sir.

Good luck, boys.

All the best, lads.

Fuck. Fuck.

German reinforcements heading
to Agheila to join Rommel.

We can't reach Sirte airstrip
without crossing that road.

Fuck.

- Only five Messerschmitts on the strip.
- Meaning what?

Five is five.

Five Messerschmitts taken out
of action, British lives saved.

Yes, sir. I only
wish there were more.

I don't care about the scores on
the blackboard. None of us do.

Good.

Only monsters would keep count.

If that's Rommel's
main relief column,

there'll be no
break for 3 hours.

- There will be.
- The Germans stay tight to prevent...

There will be a
bloody break, Sadler.

I will get a break. I
am owed a fucking break.

A wee light show for Stirling.

Bad dog.

It's like Paddy's
lit another bonfire.

- Bravo.
- What the fuck has he blown up?

Whatever it is, I imagine
there's little doubt

about the destination of my
father's favourite whisky.

My father would be so proud.

That's it. Road's clear,
that's the last of them.

What time is it?

04:26.

Sunrise is at 04:40.

It's another 20 minute
march to Sirte airstrip.

It's too late.

Looks like Lewes and Fraser have
had some success too. Bravo.

Bravo.

Of course, of course,

the road became clear when
it was already too late.

Or, imagine a more
amusing possibility,

the road became clear because it was
too late, there-in lies a crucial...

philosophical distinction.

InThe Iliad, Homer wrote,

"Fate is born with us, no man escapes
it neither brave man nor coward."

What do you say, Sadler?

I say no one is talking
of bravery or cowardice.

Indeed.

No one is talking at all.

If you see a brown stone
lads, stay away from it.

Stirling!

Wee, Johnny,

I wanna write down the scores.

Why don't you leave
it alone, Paddy?

What, 24 plus 27?

Fifty...

one.

Scare the Gerries off that.

Even though...

they took extra precautions,

I think we did rather well.

Wires, dogs,

wide-eyed boys notwithstanding.

- What caused all the fireworks?
- 5,000 gallons of aviation fuel.

I'm not counting
that in my tally.

What about you?

Who's getting the whisky?

The prize has gone, Paddy.

Some of it I drank, the
rest... shot to pieces.

I decided it was a
worthless gesture.

My strategy was ugly and vain

and a bottle of whiskey
is not a fitting reward

for the resourcefulness
and courage

you have shown over two very
dangerous assignments. So,

I'm going to recommend to GHQ

that you be awarded

the Distinguished Service
Order Medal and that you...

be promoted to the
rank of Captain.

Congratulations, Captain Mayne.

The Special Air Service's first
combat medal and first promotion.

Three cheers for
Captain Paddy Mayne,

the mad bastard at Tamet strip.

Now you can try wearing the
mantle of power yourself,

you useless Irish cunt.

You see, you...

you are the first
commanding officer

that I have ever actually liked.

Where the hell is Lewes?

Mirren?

Mirren?

What are you doing?

I was asking my dear departed
grandmother a question.

What question?

You're being very mysterious.

Where are we going?

My grandmother said yes,

so let's do it.

In the back of the car.

It's what all the young people
in America do apparently.

Remember, you have to pull out.

I will, my love. I will.

I love you, Mirren.

- Oh, lord.
- What?

- Quickly. For god's sake.
- What do I do?

- Like this?
- Yes.

Quicker.

Goodness.

Such a lot.

What?

Now you are ruined?

My dress is ruined.

Well, Mirren,

when we're married, there will be
no need for strategic withdrawals.

You always resort to military
terms when you're embarrassed.

Did you hear me?

I said, when we're married.

Jock.

Enemy aircraft, due south.

Everyone, fan out!

Watch out.

Almonds, head for the rocks!
Everyone out. Fan out.

Grab your weapons, find cover.

Get the bren gun.

Scatter. Everybody, scatter. Go!

Get down, sir,
there's another plane.

We've obviously made ourselves
something of a priority. How flattering.

- Almonds, take cover!
- Jim, come on.

Fuck off.

- Sir!
- Sir!

Are you hit, sir?

They're swinging back round.

- Are you okay, sir?
- Just head for the rocks.

I'll meet you there.

Sir, you have to run. Run.

Run. Walk would be a fine thing.

Sir, are you okay?

Sir!

Do you need help?

- We'll come and get you.
- Get back behind the rocks.

They're coming again.

Jock.

In answer to your
proposal, my love,

I really have to say no.

How can I marry a man
who's already dead?

No.

No.

I'm not dead.

I'm alive.

Mirren.

I'm not dead, Mirren!

I'll be with you in a moment.

- Quickly as I can.
- Sir!

Sir, you're hurt.
Wait, I'll come to you.

No, you will not go down there, that's
a fucking order. I will not let you die.

Stay.

- Jock!
- Jim, come back!

- Jock.
- Sir, keep coming.

Almost there, darling.

There's only one vehicle.

I wonder if the German's
have a blackboard.

Everyone alright, lads?

You alright, fellas?

Get them a drink.

Jock didn't make it.

What, what d'you mean?

What do you mean?

What do you think I mean?

No, where is he?

He's fucking dead.

Where is he?

He's where he fell.

- You left him?
- I left him on your orders.

On SAS orders.
S-A-fucking-S protocol.

You and your fucking order.

Do not attempt to retrieve
the bodies of the fallen

as it will impede swift execution
of the given mission, sir.

He's a bloody mess...

out in the sun.

Which is where we're all... we are
all gonna be now that Jerry's onto us.

I actually...

didn't believe Jock
Lewes was human.

Sir, put out your cigarette.

- Sir, put out your cigarette.
- Fuck off!

Fuck off!

He died well.

Sand. Sand, quick.

So,

only the dreamer

and the madman left.

Who the fuck is gonna
be the sensible one now?

Dear Jock, I received your
letter this morning and I danced.

I actually danced with
the letter in my hand

as if it was you I
was dancing with.

Of course I will
marry you, Jock.

Of course I will.

Parade.

Parade turn.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- Morning, sir.

- He said good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, sir!

Like fucking primary school.

Relax.

Well, if this is primary school,

I've had a message
from the headmaster,

General Auchinleck
himself. But...

before I tell you
what he has to say,

the period of mourning for
Lieutenant Jock Lewes is over.

Cooper,

hoist the flag.

Sir.

Auchinleck expresses
his astonishment

at the success that we have achieved
in such a short space of time.

Having destroyed 90 enemy
aircraft in three weeks,

we have exceeded the number destroyed
by the RAF by a factor of three.

Fuck.

Paddy Mayne's DSO

has been confirmed and he has been
promoted... to the rank of Captain.

Sir,

it's not working.

Right. Seekings, help
that poor boy now.

Fucking gladly, sir.

Fraser has been awarded
the Military Cross.

- Rope snagged?
- Yeah.

And I have been promoted
to the rank of Major.

Not so sure about that Cooper,
I think it's the wheel.

It's the fucking rope, you oaf.

Hey, talk to me like that I will
knock your bleedin' block off.

- Go on then.
- Oh, for fuck sake.

In the bigger picture,

against the odds, we now
have... the initiative,

this success is in
thanks, in no small part,

to the work that you,
the men of the SAS,

have carried out.

We achieve our
success because we...

do things differently.

We achieve our goals
in our own way.

Fuck wheels, fuck ropes,
just tie the fucking thing.

And in recognition of
your startling successes,

GHQ have awarded you
all five days leave.

We may not be an
official regiment but...

when you make your way to your
bars and brothels in Cairo,

you will all be wearing...

one of these,

cap badges by Bob Tait.

The flaming sword

is the legendary
sword, Excalibur.

The new jump wings...

were designed by Jock.

Those of you that can read would've
read the motto on our badge.

Now, Paddy,

since you have...
embodied the words best,

I will leave it to
you to say them.

The new motto of the
Special Air Service is,

drink rum,

fight dirty,

fuck the rules.

The new motto is,

Who Dares, Wins.

Who Dares,

Wins.

And we will continue to dare.

There are trucks on the way
to take you all to Cairo,

wear the beret on your head and
a condom on your massive cocks.

That'll be all.

Mutinous Irish cunt

requesting permission not
to travel to Cairo, sir.

Here, lads, who ordered the
fucking ice cream cones here?

So what's the white bonnet
represent then ladies?

You girl scouts?

Let me see that.

Hold on to your hat lad, you
shouldn't have done that.

What d'you think?

Which one of you lovely ladies wants
to take me to Ascot, for lady's day?

What?

Remember, Davey boy,

even though we can't
understand a fucking word

these Scotch wankers say,

they are British

and we're not...

allowed to kill them.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Can't bear this thing
fucking complaining.

Fuck off.

Jesus.

I'm sorry.

You're joking.

What the fuck's going on, Reg?

They don't like the
colour of our berets.

Anybody else has an opinion on our
fucking headgear, please step forward.

MP's, they're coming!

Although, I have to say,

regarding the colour
of the new beret,

they do have a point.

I hear your new detachment's
doing very well.

8It isn't really my detachment,
it's Jock's detachment.

I suppose now it is mine.

Belongs to me and that...

madman.

- Here.
- Thank you.

If you don't like canaries in
cages, why did you get one?

So I can set it free,

you might think
I'm compassionate.

- Are you not compassionate?
- No.

I don't think I am.

To your victories.

Though you look like
someone who is losing.

Yes.

I am a boy playing a game
while my father watches,

as he always did.

If I don't score the most
tries or make the most runs,

he won't speak to
me all the way home.

Just the sound of the car
engine, the windscreen wipers

and the thunderous
roar of his silence.

Let's go out for a drink.

What's the rush?

No rush, I just wanna see the sunset
from the balcony of the Empire Club.

Well I would, I would...

rather stay here.

Okay.

The truth,

there is someone I
want you to meet.

Tonight.

Top secret.

And there was me thinking that you
were with me because you liked me.

I'm trying very hard
to only like you.

Come.

Eoin!

Eoin!

Your body's meat,

your spirit's here, I think.

I was gonna read
you Homer, or Keats,

but then I thought fuck that,

I think I used to bore you with
it and you were just being polite.

You remember that, that idiotic
Percy French song we used to sing?

I'll sing you the Percy French
thing and we'll have a laugh.

To run away, eh, Eoin?

How grand a life it
would be to be a coward.

To love life that much.

We'll sleep here
tonight, I think.

Dear God, I do hope this
isn't your little surprise.

No, it isn't.

- He's seen us.
- And he's drunk.

Stirling. Major
Stirling now, I hear.

Although I believe you
personally have achieved nothing.

I have something for you.

Seems my phantom
regiment... has a new ethos.

Who Dares Wins.

Where the fuck did you get that?

Someone picked it off a
barroom floor after a brawl.

My great friend, the
Commissariat of Cairo Police

tells me there were seven fights

resulting in injury across
the redlight district of Cairo

since 10 o'clock this morning.

Six of them involving men
wearing the SAS beret.

Yes, they are men who will not
back down if they are insulted.

I see.

And the choice of
colour was deliberate?

Mr. Clarke, Eve and I are
planning to have dinner.

You chose white to
provoke confrontation.

You see, my dear, there's nothing like
a barroom brawl to bring men together,

good for company morale.

Mr. Clarke, I am
asking you politely,

leave us alone.

You are a specimen.

You've achieved nothing

yet you have the audacity to
re-design my regiment's jump wings.

Thank you...

for bringing the SAS into being.

Thank you for
returning the beret.

Now fuck off.

You'd better get her to teach
you some French, old boy.

The French are coming your way

and they...

are the real deal.

What did he mean,

French coming my way?

Let's dance.

Come on.

What the fuck is this all about?

Perhaps you should ask General
Auchinleck. He just arrived.

- General.
- Sir, how do you do?

- You look very beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Does he speak French?
- I speak French.

- You two know each other?
- A little.

Well, for business I'd
prefer to use... English.

General Auchinleck,
what brings you here?

Well, your success
brings us here

and Captain Berge's
request for help.

Please, allow me.

I will not want anyone
to impose upon me,

therefore I don't...
want to impose on you.

Right, impose what?

I have 20 of the toughest,

finest paratroopers in the
French army under my command,

they're like wild dogs on
leashes wanting to kill Germans.

Well we want to deploy
them in the desert,

but they have to be trained.

Our chief training officer
was killed in action.

Well, we'll find somebody else.

It's all been arranged

that we're sending French
paratroopers to join you in Jalo.

Decided by who?

This was my idea.

And everything up until then
has been part of the strategy?

My first priority is the
execution of the war.

So is yours.

To begin with, you would
only have to spare one man,

somebody left behind at Jalo to train
the three French in desert warfare.

But in order to...

deal with my wild dogs you would
have to be a very strong man.

When would this
deployment begin?

Good man. Come and have a drink.

Can we get some chairs?
Miss Mansour, please.

Now, you must tell me... all
about your last few days.

Did you find him?

Yep.

Paddy,

GHQ...

are sending us a
detachment of French

paratroopers.

We don't need any more men.

Well it's a direct order
from Auchinleck himself.

And a favour to Charles de Gaulle,
promised by Winston Churchill.

But...

we would need someone to train
them, someone with experience,

someone to set up
a training camp.

Train them to fight in this
oven made of sand you see.

Who?

Well,

with Jock gone,

there is no one else experienced
enough or tough enough.

I decided it has to be you.

So I stay in Jalo while you
continue to go out on missions.

Yes, of course, we will
continue our campaigns.

So the loser finds a way to win.

You know, my old dad,

Irish from both sides, stabbed

from both sides by men like you.

- Land owning gentry.
- Paddy, there is no one else...

He said to me about life
as a common man, he said...

You don't deserve
my father's wisdom.

Right. Well listen, Paddy,

sometimes when you
are in command,

you need to make
difficult decisions,

not play the fucking piano and
go sightseeing in the desert.

We're fucked.

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