All language subtitles for Episode 5 - SS-GB (BBC Television Series) 1080p H.264

ARCHER". The Germans seem damn close
to producing an atomic bomb.

We have no option but to go in
and raid Bringle Sands.

Steal what we can and sabotage the rest.

You want me to get the King
to Bringle Sands?

An American plane will fly His Majesty
out to the Ark Royal.

But only if we can get
the King there in time.

ARCHER". These are
the atomic calculations.

Spode photographed them.

You're the safer pair of hands
to get it to America.

Bernard Staines is dead.

Beaten to death, from what I can tell.

What should we do? If he was tortured...
If he talked...

ARCHER: I want you to stand ready

to get out as soon as
I get Barbara Barga to you.

SYLVIA: So Harry's right.

You are up to something.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Tomorrow morning, you will be ready.

For Blue Jacket?

Yes.

You will come to the back
of the hospital.

An ambulance is waiting.

The Army will help you.

This one time.

Barbara?

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

He's got the whole floor
to himself, apparently.

Yeah.

You ever thought
this could all be just a setup?

Only every five minutes.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

HARRY: Come on.

Doug.

Your Majesty.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(MOANING)

Archer?

Morphine.

When the pain is too much.

All right.

You all right, sir?

Good luck, Archer.

God save the King.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(METAL CLANGS)

Come with me.

(GEARS GRINDING)

(SIGHS)

HARRY: You all right, Doug?

ARCHER: The clutch is going.
Can't get it into gear.

That's all we bloody need.

Where's the nearest garage?

(GEARS GRINDING)

Not near enough.

(MOANS)

OK.

Have you thought, if we do
pull this off and he gets to America,

what the world will think of him?

You can't tell me the Germans didn't know
what they were doing handing him over.

We've got our work cut out

to get there in time for the plane.

Wait here.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(LOCK CLICKING)

Hello?

ARCHER: (OVER PHONE)
Sylvia, is the block warden listening?

- Yes.
ARCHER: Ignore the bastard.

I'm sorry I had to have him get you,
but I need your help.

Well, that would be quite delightful.

Don't know what is keeping
Superintendent Archer.

But I know he's a friend of yours
and I rather hoped he could...

help us here.

Exactly why am I being held here?

That's obvious.

For your own protection.

I'd rather be in the protection
of the American Embassy.

The problem is you haven't

behaved in accordance with our agreement
with your government.

Specifically in your contacts with...

(CHORTLING)
so-called "Resistance fighters".

I am a neutral journalist
following a story.

My country is not at war with yours.

I do not believe
you are simply a journalist, Ms Barga.

I think you are also
an agent who wants to

lure America into conflict
with the Reich.

You're worrying about nothing.

Pick up any American newspaper
and you'll see.

No war talk here, that's the mantra.

And frankly, I'm ashamed.

Good.

I prefer honesty to pretense.

That doesn't make me a spy.

No.

That makes you a challenge.

Look, I'm telling you,
I don't know anything.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Well done. Good to see you.

Glad you're all right, Harry.

Thanks for bringing the car.

Can you find your own way back?

I don't understand.

It's not really safe
for you to be with us.

Or to know about this.

So it's him?

George?

I thought wrong of you, Doug.

Your Majesty.

Sylvia, we've got to get going.

Let me come with you.

He needs looking after,

and there's nothing for me here, Doug,
you know that.

Let's not stand around here.

Come on.

KELLERMANN: I don't know
what is going on

between Herr Dr Huth
and Superintendent Archer,

but I think you may be able
to shed some light on it.

My government doesn't like
its citizens being tortured.

I'm afraid they will never know,
my dear.

But if you answer my questions,

we won't have to
engage one another in such...

horrors.

Why did you burn
the piece of film at your house?

What images did it contain?

I really don't want our friend here
to damage such

(SNIFFS)

fragrant skin.

So, I repeat.

What was in the images you destroyed?

Answer me.

(PHONE RINGING)

SOLDIER: Ja?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Kellermann.

SS.

They're checking identity papers.

We can still turn around.

No, it's too late.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You and Sylvia get out and walk.
Take that corner.

I'll meet you further round.

I'll distract them.

That's an order.

Come on.
We can pretend to be lovers.

Don't get carried away.

Back in a minute, Georgie.

Sorry about the "Georgie", sir.

Come on!

Move!

(HONKS HORN)

(CONTINUES HONKING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

What's the matter?

(ARCHER SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SOFTLY) Thank God.

I thought I'd had it.

We're not out of the building yet.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Have you heard from Douglas Archer?

He did ring.

Just to enquire about you.
Since then, nothing.

Whether he gets the King out or not,
the raid is on.

Things are going to hot up.

The terms of your release
are immediate deportation.

You're to be kept under armed guard
at the Ambassador's residence

until you can be escorted
straight to the airplane

and flown back to Washington.

(PHONE RINGING)

Kellermann.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(PHONE RINGING)

(ALARM RINGING)
(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

HARRY: (SIGHS) That Was a relief.

Look, sir.

England.

Your land.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

ARCHER". It's Hampshire, sir.

HARRY". I know a Hampshire song.

(CHUCKLES) I bet you do.

Go on, Harry.

HARRY: Really?

- Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

(SINGING)
Well, once I courted a pretty girl

I courted her quite well

(LAUGHING)
Her name was Kitty-Mariga Maria

And mine was Bobby Wells

One night when I was courting her

Her father, he came home...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TIRE BURSTS)

Two hours to get the King to Bringle,
and we haven't got a bloody jack.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SNIFFS)

(CLATTERING)
(CHUCKLES)

ARCHER". We're gonna have to stop.

We don't have much choice.

(KING GEORGE SIGHS)

We have to hunt around,
there must be a jack somewhere.

(KING GEORGE GROANING)

I need your help,
I've not done this before.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

Hold that.

George,

I'm going to give you
an injection for the pain.

It will make you feel better.

KING GEORGE: (WEAKLY) Thank you.

ARCHER: They mustn't see him.

Hello.

I hope you don't mind.
We didn't want to disturb you.

We'll be on our way
as soon as we've fixed this.

MAN". Where are you heading?

Visiting friends near Dorchester.

HARRY: Pal of ours
isn't in the best of health.

You got some water?

You wanna come in?

ARCHER:
We don't want to be any trouble.

Come through.

Thank you.

Better it should happen now,
what with the light fading.

Yes.

What's wrong with your friend?

Just a touch of influenza.
It's worse with old age.

Of course.

Friends in Dorchester?

You come from London?

Yes.

And it's good to get out.
We've had some real pea soupers recently.

It's great to breathe again, isn't it?

I'm David. This is my wife, Margaret.

I'm Frank.

Alice.

Are you married?

- No.
- No.

(DOOR OPENS)
- Oh, there you are.

That's David's brother?

Give us a hand, will you?

Get some water from the well.

Sit yourselves down.

Margaret, make some tea.

Yeah.

DAVID: You want to see
if your friends want some?

Well, we wouldn't want you
to waste your rations on us.

DAVID: No problem.

Times like these,

"fellow man" and all that.

ARCHER: Yes.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(MARGARET SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(COCKS GUN)

(GUNSHOT)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

I heard the shots.
What was all that about?

They're bloody collaborators.

I thought their shelves were
a little too well-stocked.

He was about to alert
a German patrol that we're here.

And they'd have arrived
before we had time to change that tyre.

How long do you need?

The spare's flat!

We'll take their car.

Get ready to move the passenger.
We can't stay here.

Yeah.

What have you done?

- Are there any other weapons?
- I've checked.

Did you hurt him?

Handcuff her ankles to his wrists.

(SOBBING)

You hand out the food vouchers
and the mail from POW camps, yes?

Someone has to do it.

Spy on villagers
in return for a comfortable life?

ARCHER". Where are the car keys?

(COCKS GUN) Where are the car keys?

(WHIMPERS) No...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We have to go, come on.

You did what you had to, Doug.

ARCHER: Sir.

(ENGINE IDLING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

HARRY". Mmm, as far as I can tell...

we are at the airfield near
the Atomic Research Centre.

Shame nobody else is.

Burnham.

Archer.

Got anywhere warm we can take our guest?

Best we can offer
is brandy and pheasant.

- Any contact from Colonel Mayhew?
- Still waiting.

- Any moment now, one hopes.
- All right.

Most of the auxiliary units
got blotted out

in the first two weeks
after the invasion.

So Mayhew ordered
the Resistance to hold fire.

Lived to fight another day.

But the game's all up now.

Or will be.

All we get are rumors.

Can you tell us what's going on, sir?

The men risking their lives,
do we have a hope?

A lot hinges on tonight.

Everything, I'd say.

Sir, it's Colonel Mayhew.

We'll need a stretcher if you have one.

Archer here.

Do you have Blue Jacket?

ARCHER: Yes.
- Good man.

We're on the other side of the airfield,
by the old control tower.

Best come as quickly as you can.

Let's get Blue Jacket on his way.

What about the raid
on the Atomic Research Centre?

It's imminent. We're on schedule.

All right. Let's go.

HARRY: Operation's a go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ARCHER: Where the hell is the plane?

HARRY". Come on, Doug. Don't hang about.

You've got 20 minutes
to get to Bringle, Danny.

I'll join you as soon as
the King is dispatched.

Here's to merry hell.

(RADIO WHISTLES)

HUTH: (OVER RADIO)
ls everything all right?

Have you made contact yet?

Yes.

They're on their way.

ARCHER: There's the old control tower.

But where's Mayhew and the plane?

Get the stretcher, Harry.

Yeah.

(KING GEORGE GROANS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Sylvia.

Mayhew?

Mayhew!

MAN 1: Incoming!

MAN 2: German attack!
(GUNSHOTS)

(SOLDIERS YELLING)

Get the King out of here! It's a trap!

Go!

"Go!
"Harry!

HARRY: Sylvia, just go!

Go!

(ENGINE STRUGGLING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

By what route were
the scientists to get to the plane?

Get an Army officer here
and I'll answer.

I don't talk to you SS...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE)

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

Oh, you're awake.

You know, you're the only man here...

who could appreciate this place.

Actually, I'm not all that up
on Georgian architecture.

Follow me.

The Georgian part,
facade and one wing is from 1796.

Actually, this house
is mainly Elizabethan.

I spent a few happy weekends here
when I was up at Oxford.

And then I looked over the wall
as we were passing,

and here it was.

Tobias Trotte, a genial fellow,

presumably dead now.

His sister was a beauty.

Raven-haired and...

(CHUCKLES)

A little Wild.

Late one night, she showed me

(GRUNTS) the priest hole.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Catholics, you see.

Being good Catholics...

they put it to good use.

Let us find something
we can drink this out of.

You know, when I saw
the old man's body in the car,

I thought it must be Professor Frik.

It was only when I saw you lying there,

I realized who it was.

Who was the girl?

Sylvia.

I had no idea you were still...

But then, it turns out
I'm easily deceived.

Mayhew played me like a fool.

I didn't know you knew him.

HUTH: I had him squirming on the hook
within days of arriving here.

I had a spy in the court of von Ruff

who reported their assignations.

I know.

Mayhew is a master.

He had me believing
I had him in the vice,

confessed to a plot
to fly the top scientists

out of Bringle Sands to America.

What made you believe
he'd betray his own people?

That's where he was clever.

He said it was doomed to failure anyway.

So he made a deal where
he could hang on to

most of his family's
textile business in the north.

Selfishness is a motive I fully embrace.

He lied...

and I was duped.

So you came down here
to prevent the escape of the scientists.

Be the hero of the hour.

All along Mayhew just wanted me
to cause a distraction

while a real attack was launched.

I didn't see that coming.

Americans?

If anyone can make this bomb work,
it's them, especially now,

with the research from Bringle.

It was Mayhew who killed Spode.

It was him that burned the papers.

He just didn't want the Americans
to get the calculations too easily.

He wanted them to fight for it...

and to destroy any of the work
that was completed at Bringle Sands.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Yes, of course.

Although, perhaps he misjudged
how important Spode's calculations were.

Their absence will
cost the Americans time.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Didn't take Kellermann long
to seize his moment.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Firing squads everywhere.

Thirteen men shot in Swanage.

Twenty-seven in East Lulworth.

They're punishing villagers
for harboring Resistance,

whether they have or not.

A price worth paying,
in Mayhew's book.

Any news on him?

Well, Kellermann is close.

What do you expect me to do?

Run?

I'm a lost cause.

Kellermann will use me as a scapegoat,

twist things against me.

Can you believe he has already implied

I was involved in the Karl Marx bomb?

He'll keep his job and get rid of me.

We're all playing for high stakes.

But you,

you still have a chance.

Arrest me, Archer.

Or when Kellermann arrives.

I wager he has no proof
you helped the King escape.

You can be a hero too.

Do it.

You have a son to live for.

All I have is a father I hate.

The pig has won.

So have the Army.

They can use the attack
as a pretext for martial law

across the entire occupied region now.

But the real winner is Mayhew,

he got the Americans fighting.

They've tasted blood and, mark my words,
they will build this bomb.

The Reich will be finished.

Mayhew's only false step

was allowing the King
to get caught up in it.

It wasn't an accident.

The King was never meant to escape.

He was infirm.

He would have cut a pathetic figure
in Washington or anywhere else.

Britain would have looked washed up.

Instead, he dies a hero,

in the same operation
as brave Americans.

And in the next few days...

the Queen and the Princesses

will be on a ship from New Zealand
for Washington to represent us.

That's the way Mayhew works.

The long game.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, then,

with men like that,

how did you ever lose the war?

Perhaps we didn't.

Just the battle.

Does your son want to be a policeman?

Yes.

Yes, he does.

But on a motorcycle.

You're lucky, Archer.

Keep him out of this lousy business.

(ENGINES RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

Your last chance, Douglas.

Think of him.

Priest hole.

That fool Kellermann
wouldn't even know what one was.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(COUGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN,
RIFLES COCK)

(RIFLES FIRING)

(PANTING)

(MUTTERS)

He's come round.

(WEAKLY) Where am I?

(GROANS)

MAN". Sorry, old pal.

You had a nasty little bullet down there
that we took a dislike to.

(GROANS)

How did I get here?

(GASPS)

You're the only survivor we found.

It was a bloodbath.

What about Douglas Archer?

No sign of him.

Now, you rest.

RADIO OPERATOR:
Thirty-nine men unaccounted for.

Sixty-four walking wounded.

Eight serious casualties.

They're still compiling
the list of Bringle personnel

they now have on the ship with them.

Reporting the facility
as totally destroyed.

Yes. Good.

What about the data?

Incomplete.

Your flight's soon, don't think
you'll be welcomed back...

Ms Barga?

(DOORKNOB RATTLES)

Ms Barga, what are you doing?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)