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North Africa, September, 1942,

the darkest hours.

The world watches as Adolf Hitler's high-stepping Africa corps

sweeps onward to Egypt and the Suez canal

while the British, our strength dissipated by defeat,

make a desperate attempt to regroup at El alamein.

Two years have passed since the fall of France.

France, now officially neutral, lives under Nazi domination,

and the French city of Algiers is a port of embarkation

for British, Italian, and German soldiers

caught and interned by the French.

Bon soir, capitan. Bon soir.

D'accord.

Allez.

Allez. Allez.

UN canadien. Cinq italiens.

Allez.

Arrétez!

You will come with us, major.

Ain't you forgetting this is neutral territory?

Bruckner, kommenze hier.

Sorry. We have no tea.

Perhaps you'll settle for chocolate?

Not even name, rank, and serial number?

Very well.

Name, Donald Craig.

Rank, major, long range desert group.

Serial number, 762513.

Born Montreal.

Studied topography, Quebec, London.

Did graduate work, royal school of mines, Kensington.

Worked three years for standard oil.

Shall I continue, major?

What is my mother's name?

Elizabeth.

Father, John foster Craig, retired, lives in Vancouver.

Your reluctance to talk is understandable.

If I had been forced to escape

across 300 miles of enemy-held desert

and if, after all of that,

I'd been captured by French authorities,

I, too, would be embarrassed.

Herr hauptmann. H m?

Very British of you, major.

Before you go any further,

take a look at your escort.

I'm sure you can recognize

an English fighter when you see one.

Who are you?

Special identification group.

S.i.g.

I thought they were all...

Jews, major.

Yes, we are,

German Jews serving with the British.

However, as Germans,

we still have our uses.

French will think this was a Nazi raid.

Have more respect for the enemy, major.

What's all this?

Haven't you seen a ruddy airplane before?

Get on with it!

Lieutenant boyden, signals.

Welcome to kufra, major, such as it is.

Colonel harker is expecting you.

I would hope so, lieutenant.

I would certainly hope so.

Yes, sir, of course.

Come along, then. The colonel's waiting.

Colonel harker, sir.

Major Craig and captain bergman reporting.

Oh, thank you, boyden.

Captain bergman.

Hello, Craig. Good of you to come.

I'll get right to it.

Some time ago, you submitted a plan to staff

outlining a proposed raid

on the German fuel bunkers at tobruk.

In its infinite wisdom, staff turned my plan down.

Things do have a way of changing, though, don't they, major?

Rommel is 90 miles from Suez.

Every shell, every gallon of petrol he gets

has to come 300 miles from tobruk.

The r.A.F. Is doing its best,

but still too much is getting through,

so we're gonna have a go at rommel's source of supply.

Did I say something to, uh, provoke humor?

Staff has a genius for sitting on its brains

and coming up with perfect hindsight.

Would you care to expand on that?

When I submitted the plan,

we could have blown up their fuel bunkers with a handful of men.

How in the hell are we supposed to get through their defenses now?

Drive through, major,

disguised as prisoners of war,

guarded by captain bergman's personal Africa corps.

The plan is still basically yours,

but now it will be maximum effort,

land, sea, and air.

Colonel, could you direct me to the nearest bus stop?

Hmm.

We're here.

Tobruk here.

Your primarily responsibility is to route our convoy

through 800 miles of the worst desert the Sahara has to offer,

right into the back door of tobruk.

And that is why we went to so much trouble...

And it was no lark, you know, major...

To bring you halfway across north Africa.

I didn't ask for the trip, colonel.

I've been here before. Precisely.

Staff believed that your practical knowledge of the terrain

is essential to the success of our mission.

That is your job, major.

Ours begins when we get there.

After we've knocked out their harbor gun installations,

we link up with naval assault troops,

destroy the fuel bunkers, and evacuate by sea.

Their heavy guns are here at mersa cove.

It's suicide.

It's orders.

How many days do we have?

Eight.

Impossible.

Impossible or not,

it will be done and on schedule.

Do I make myself clear, Craig?

Welcome aboard, major Craig.

We don't get many volunteers.

Keep your eyes and ears open around the Jews.

Little trust's all right,

but there's no point in overdoing it.

Six years in Palestine taught me that.

And for your information,

I'm the genius with perfect hindsight.

I never doubted it, colonel.

We leave in one hour.

Lieutenant boyden will see to your needs.

Oh, major Craig.

Don't let personal differences of opinion

interfere with our operation.

I understand, colonel,

but I'd like you to bear one thing in mind

when and if we reach tobruk.

My mother didn't raise any heroes.

A ruddy work of art, Matey,

if'n I do say so meself.

Save the jerries the trouble of repainting if we're taken.

Now, that's a cheering thought.

Handsome.

Come on. Come on. Get cracking.

Never get the Victoria cross for admiring yourselves.

It's charing cross we're after, sir.

I think Dolan's feeling a touch of the sand, sar major.

You'll be feeling a touch of my boot if you don't hop to.

This is Libya, not London.

What the ruddy hell?

Ooh, I got a cold feeling down the back of me neck just looking at 'em.

What kind of bleeding mission are we going on, anyway, sir?

You'll know when you're supposed to, not before.

Meaning you don't know either, eh, sar major?

All right, all right, what is this?

Get a move on, all of you! Come on now!

Sergeant major!

Sir!

Do you have your orders regarding my men?

We're to have no dealings with you s.I.G.

Unless otherwise instructed, sir.

See that those orders are complied with, sergeant major.

Sir!

Taking orders from a ruddy kraut.

What's this bleeding war coming to?

If my father in Tel Aviv

could see me here now, fighting for the British,

he would take back my bar mitzvah.

War and politics, mohnfeld, they always mix.

Well, just the same, if he ever finds out,

he'll give me another bris.

Well, now we know how the Italians must feel

with their German allies, huh?

And the English will throw us to the wolves just as quick.

If we let them.

Get the men ready, sergeant.

You got bullets in that thing, mate?

Talkative bleeder, isn't he?

We're supposed to be prisoners, Alfie.

You know the orders. No fraternizing.

Who's fraternizing? I only asked him

if he's got bullets in that chopper.

I don't want him to take his playacting too much to heart.

00h, "an opportunity," he says.

Who says? The judge.

"I'm giving you the chance to serve your country

"and to come back to society as a respectable citizen."

Cobblers.

You wouldn't want to be back in London, Alfie,

not with all them bombs the jerries are dropping.

Ah, doin' us a favor.

All they ever hit is hospitals and churches.

They wouldn't hit Brixton prison in a hundred years.

Cor, it ain't half-hot.

Oi! It's like a bleeding roller coaster!

Whoops!

Bruckner!

Wohl? Kommen sie.

Enemy column, tanks!

Italians, sir.

Huh. No flanking scouts.

If we were an attack force,

they'd have little chance.

They should clear us by a thousand yards.

Unless they alter direction.

Lieutenant boyden. Yes, sir.

I want every man armed and ready. Sir.

You know, when you come to think of it,

Brixton prison's really a nice place.

You're getting soft in the konk, Alfie.

Walls eight feet thick,

a regular bleeding bomb shelter.

Oh, if I could get my hands on that judge,

sending innocents to the slaughter.

Innocents?

Bacon behind.

With the whole damn Sahara,

and they have to stop here.

What is it, sar major?

More company, sir,

over there on the other side.

They must be German.

The Italians are too fond of comfort to travel this late.

Their sentries haven't seen 'em yet.

Take what men you need, bergman,

and make sure they don't.

Bruckner, kommen sie.

What do you estimate the range?

2.000 yards, maybe a bit less.

Twice the effective range of our mortars.

I'll get the range finder.

And prepare mortars.

Everything all right?

Everything okay?

Lieutenant boyden, sir, if you don't mind me asking,

what's the old man up to now, then?

A lovely scheme, Alfie. A lovely scheme.

He's going to start up a bit of fighting

between the Italians and the Germans.

Well, how's he gonna do that, then, sir?

First we open fire on the Germans.

Then our mortars hit the Italians.

Now, the Italians see the German column, and vice versa,

so both of them get to thinking

it's the British on the other side

that's doing all the firing, you see.

And they get themselves a bloody battle going.

Right. Blimey, do you think we'll make it, sir?

Know any good prayers, Alfie?

Range?

800.

Sar major. Sir.

Tell Mr. Boyden to open fire.

Sir.

Attacco! Attacco!

Gentlemen...

It's time we were moving.

It's like a bloody furnace.

Cheer up. It'll get worse.

What the devil are you doing?

We were making excellent time on the flats.

Why head into this area?

We left our calling card back there in the wadi, colonel.

It won't take the Germans long to find us.

Exactly why speed is our best advantage.

They know that, too.

That's why they'll be spending the major part of their time

scouting kalanchoe flats while we cut through here.

Do you realize what you're suggesting, major?

Yes, sir.

But it's a German minefield.

That's right,

where they're not likely to look for us.

I don't like it. We're turning around.

Do that, colonel, and you'll reach tobruk as a real prisoner.

It's out of the question.

Colonel harker, you went to an awful lot of trouble

to Shanghai me in on this mission.

If you're not gonna follow my advice,

what the hell am I doing here?

You can't take heavy transport

through that without mine detectors.

Why are you telling me? You brought me along to tell you.

All right, major, tell me.

Thank you, sir.

Bring up that halftrack!

This time of the year, the wind is from the south.

It blows for months at a time,

forming a sand cushion at the base of the slope.

By keeping to the slope, the deep sand

will act as a pillow, dispersing our weight.

Our heaviest piece is a halftrack.

If it can make it, the others can.

No, the lorry wheels would bog down,

but the halftrack, with its treads, can maneuver.

But how do you propose to get the lorries through?

This is an old mine field, colonel.

The sand covering the mines has had plenty of time to settle.

By keeping to the slopes,

I'll be able to see the depressions over the mines.

So you intend to clear the way

and pied Piper us through?

That's right.

Sar major tyne! Sir!

Rig a drag from the lorries

with benches and camouflage netting

to wipe out our tracks.

Sir.

It may not be so simple.

The Germans often set their mines in tandem.

Try to move one, and you could trigger a dozen.

It's very effective.

That's why the rest of you will wait behind me.

Behind us, major.

You can't drive and watch those depressions of yours.

Suit yourself. You know how I feel about volunteers.

Stay to the left. Stay to the left!

It's digging in.

Goes any deeper, we're going to blow up your whole theory.

Keep to the high side.

Stop!

Wait here.

My pleasure.

He looks so calm,

you'd think he was planting daisies.

Yeah, one wrong tickle with that bayonet,

and we'll be pushing up the daisies.

Does he expect to dig up the whole damn Sahara on his own?

Sar major tyne.

Sir.

Get some men with bayonets,

and follow me, will you? Sir.

What have you got your fingers in your ears for?

What have you got your fingers in your ears for?

I can't stand the sight of blood.

Then why don't you put your hands over your eyes?

Well, I want to see what's going on, don't I?

Yeah.

I've got some men coming up.

That won't be necessary.

Give that first one a burst, bergman.

Down!

It'd bejust our luck to strike oil.

Next one.

We can move on down, colonel.

Major...

We can move on down.

They didn't teach us that at sandhurst, sir.

Look under Bangalore torpedoes, boyden.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Get cracking! There's a schedule to keep!

All right, boy?

Yeah.

Any complaints?

How about some more sugar

for the cocoa, sergeant major?

You've had your rations, and you know it.

Grub all right?

Oh, it's wonderful.

Any complaints? No, sir.

Grub all right? Lovely.

How's your arm?

Oh, fine.

Ah, make good use of it, boy.

All right.

Sir.

Trouble?

Carburetion's off.

Oh.

Can say one thing for the Germans.

They certainly know how to build an engine.

Doesn't cost much, either, when you use slave labor.

200 Jew-power, major.

We all know what's going on in Europe.

Well, if you do,

if you really do,

there must be a little of the Jew in you.

Well, they say there's a little of the Jew in everyone.

A little of the Nazi, too.

Your war's gonna last a lot longer than mine, captain.

It's 2,000 years old now.

For the first time since Jesus,

we began to think and feel as a people.

The days of the wandering Jew are coming to an end.

We're going home.

Palestine?

Israel, major.

Israel.

It's where we began.

Anyone looking for trouble in the future

will know where to find us.

Good evening, major.

Take cover!

You bloody fool!

We're British! God sakes, we're British!

Open fire!

Sergeant major tyne. Sir!

Form a burial party, and see to the wounded.

Sir!

You four, over here at the double!

Come on, move!

We'd better be moving soon as the burial party's finished.

Why waste the time? A few feet of sand won't make any difference.

You heard the order.

That smoke can be seen for miles.

Look, bergman, if you have any complaints,

take 'em to the colonel,

or find yourself a rabbi.

It's no use, sir. It's had it.

The emergency transmitter?

It's dead.

It was in lorry three.

Our orders were not to break silence except in emergency.

Cairo will assume we're proceeding as scheduled.

Let's see that we do.

Tuareg.

Hold your fire.

There's one, there's more.

Wouldn't be the first time they'd attacked a column.

English columns, colonel. This is German.

Craig.

I'll find out what he wants.

Sergeant, your tunic and cap.

They have two prisoners. They want guns.

Blast. We'll have to go along.

It wouldn't look right otherwise.

German prisoners. That's all we need.

Craig.

Agree.

Cover me.

Krug.

Look at 'em.

I wish I had me rifle.

Cor, I wish I had me camera.

Salamu alaykum.

Wa'alaykum salam.

Trust an arab to argue.

Achtung!

Oberleutnant krug!

Salam.

Well, what was that little display all about?

A bargaining point, colonel.

He settled for 10 rifles and some ammunition.

The prisoners?

British?

Father and daughter.

They wanted to be taken to the Germans.

It's absolutely essential

we reach Cairo as quickly as possible.

If we don't, this campaign,

as well as the war itself will be vitally affected.

You expect me to believe this

from someone found wandering in the desert?

Father and I left Von helmstadt's headquarters

in Benghazi three nights ago.

We were to be dropped outside Cairo

and met by resident agents.

Our plane had to make a forced landing.

The pilot was killed.

Poor chap broke his neck when we hit.

Tribesmen found us the following day.

Well, if you are what you say you are,

certainly you agents had some means of identification, hmm?

There! Signed by field marshal! Kesselring

acting for the fuhrer himself.

That paper is an agreement between the reich

and a group of important Egyptian army officers.

For certain considerations,

they will rise against the British in a holy war at Jeddah.

The signature and seal below are the grand mufti of Jerusalem's,

one of the most powerful men in the moslem world.

With Egypt on our side,

we have every reason to believe

the rest of the moslem world will follow.

Captain, the Turks alone

can put four million men

into the war against Russia.

Exactly, and once rommel takes Cairo,

the army and the grand mufti

will move against the British.

If you will only contact Benghazi, captain,

they can have a plane here within hours.

Regrettably our radio was destroyed by a British fighter.

Then you must provide a vehicle

and escort us immediately to the nearest base.

Are you presuming, herr Portman,

to give orders to a German officer?

But I explained.

Indeed you did.

And now you will leave the rest to me.

Our destination is tobruk,

and that is our nearest base.

Make our guests comfortable, mohnfeld.

Of course, captain.

Mohnfeld.

Odd name for a German officer.

We can't all be named schmidt, fraulein Portman.

We've been aware of an anti-royalist faction

in the Egyptian military, but this...

I will do the honors, gentlemen.

That uniform's a disguise, bergman.

Don't carry it too far.

Shooting the girl wouldn't trouble the Nazis,

if that's what bothers you, herr colonel.

What bothers me is going into action

with officers who make rash and thoughtless moves.

The portmans think this is a German column

transporting British prisoners.

I want them to continue in that belief.

When we reach tobruk, colonel, what then?

This paper and the portmans guarantee our entry.

Is that all, colonel?

No, captain bergman, that is not all.

While you serve under me, I will expect you

to conduct yourself as a British officer.

You will at all times obey my orders,

no matter how disagreeable they may seem to you.

That is all, captain.

I can understand his feelings.

You flatter yourself, major.

Their only emotions are based on percentages.

Eight men were killed today.

Five of them were bergman's.

How does that fit in with your percentages?

Craig!

Dismiss.

May I tell you something, colonel?

You may.

You're a real joy.

Come on, lad. Sit up.

Vier,

drei,

eins. Wohl.

Good evening, corporal.

I think I'll take a short walk.

Ich spreche kein englisch.

Das ist verboten.

Good night, corporal.

Gute nacht.

At 13:00 tomorrow, we move on tobruk.

If all goes well, we should be in position

to take the harbor defense guns by 20:00 hours.

Our attack coincides with a massive raid by the raf.

At 21:30, naval units will shell the harbor

while assault troops come ashore to link with us.

Our primary objectives are the fuel bunkers here.

Colonel...

If we can't reach the guns,

how do we warn off the Navy?

Jerry has a large transmitter

here in the center of the city.

Let's hope it won't be necessary.

And if it is necessary,

where does that leave us?

We revert to your original plan, major,

do what damage we can to rommel's fuel supply, make a run for it.

Well, I don't mind running, but to where?

If we're not rescued by sea, we don't get out.

I'm aware of that possibility, major.

That's why we have an alternative pickup down the coast at sallum.

That's a long way to go with the Germans on our backs.

If we're captured, it means a p.O.W. Camp.

What about bergman's men?

They can't let themselves be taken alive.

I'm quite sure that captain bergman and his s.I.G.

Gave that very careful consideration before they volunteered.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Bergman.

I thought you Jews were supposed to be smart.

Enemy propaganda, major.

Why in the hell didn't you speak up in there?

What reason?

There's no Geneva convention for us.

Begin thinking of death,

and you're no longer sure of your life.

It's a Hebrew proverb.

A dead martyr is just another corpse.

What in god's name drives you people?

Perhaps his name is enough.

God and colonel harker.

The colonel is a soldier of the old school

and has old-school attitudes.

He doesn't care much for us.

We don't care much for him,

but he'll be there when we need him.

Let's hope they both will.

Good night, major.

Don't turn your head.

Who are you?

A friend.

Then why hide?

Shh. Listen carefully.

My life as well as yours is at stake

if we are discovered.

This column is not what you think, herr Portman.

You mean captain bergman and the others are not German?

Jews, s.I.G.

Their prisoners are commandoes,

members of the long range desert group.

The tobacco.

The tobacco that sentry was smoking,

our troops haven't had anything like it

since the beginning of the war.

Who the devil are you?

That is not important.

Your mission is, and these men know about it.

You must get word to tobruk.

But how?

Two kilometers from here due west,

you'll will find a marker of stones in the sand.

Buried in the sand six meters north of that marker

is a telephone cable connecting jalu with tobruk.

Now...

Turn carefully...

And look.

In the cistern, you will find a field phone,

a pair of camouflage capes, and a weapon.

Who are...

If all this has been arranged,

why haven't you sent for help?

I cannot risk leaving the camp.

Once you contact tobruk,

they can have an armored column here within hours.

And if I refuse?

The iron cross will still be yours...

Posthumously, herr Portman.

Turn back to the wall.

Do not move for 30 seconds.

Bruckner.

UN telefono militari.

Revolver inglese.

Lo sono il tenente agostino...

Capitano bergman...

Andiamo.

How did they get that telephone?

It's very simple.

One among us is the enemy.

Oberleutant.

Feldwebel.

Achtung!

Still stehen!

Order your men to unload their weapons.

I must refuse to give that order, colonel.

Sergeant major tyne.

Sir!

Disarm these men.

Sir.

Come on, lads. You, come with me.

That's more like it. I never did trust 'em.

Once a Jerry, always a Jerry.

Once a thief, always a thief. That right, Alfie?

Ah, come off it, Dolan.

Who else do you think let them spies escape?

Captain bergman,

you have two hours to deliver your traitor.

Try not to move, miss.

There's a plasma tube in your arm.

Braithwaite. Sar major.

Get the colonel on the double.

I'll get the mo.

The message, did you get through?

Answer me.

You left her alone?

Sir!

It's bolted, sir!

Break it in!

No one inside, sir.

Sergeant major! Sir.

The cistern.

Cyanide.

I've seen it often enough.

You'll find your spy right down the shaft, colonel.

Who is it?

I don't know.

It's very dark down there.

I found the sentry at the cistern stabbed,

but the traitor was still in the tunnel.

Bruckner.

Impossible.

I've known him for 10 years.

You said yourself the girl died from cyanide.

His suicide tablet's gone.

Here, sar major, look at this.

Cor, what a mess.

It's a diabolical Liberty.

You know what they say, braithwaite.

Lightning never strikes in the same place twice.

That tunic could be your lucky charm.

He's got his share of blarney, I can tell you that.

Well, boyden, what do you think of that?

Very convincing, sir. Thank you.

I'd like a word with you, colonel.

Excuse us, please.

Sir.

All right, major. Get it off your chest, and you'll feel better.

Do you realize what'll happen

if your men are taken in those uniforms?

They'll be executed.

And that doesn't bother you at all?

It's a calculated and most necessary risk.

I've given orders to return ammunition to the s.I.G.

I'm also assigning armed British troops in German uniforms

to cover each lorry.

How does bergman feel about that?

This is not a popularity contest!

I don't give a damn what anybody thinks of my actions,

least of all a dozen-odd Jews.

They're all bruckners when the chips are down.

You pass judgment on people quickly, don't you?

Just like that, and heads are supposed to roll.

Well, I've never considered dying for a cause, no matter how noble,

and I'm not about to begin now.

Frightened, major?

You may have ice water

running through your veins, colonel,

but I have blood, and I need every drop of it.

The way I see it, we have two chances of coming out of this,

a poor one and a slim one.

Yes, Craig, from the beginning

your boundless enthusiasm has been an inspiration,

but I'm getting rather weary

of being the cross that you have to bear.

Don't flatter yourself, colonel.

I have trunks full of crosses to bear.

Feeling better, major?

We leave in 10 minutes.

Headhunters.

Field police.

Is that necessary, lieutenant?

I hope not, herr oberleutnant.

Sorry, mate. Orders.

Keep pace with them, 50 yards back.

Colonel, this road takes us through tobruk, and then it branches.

To the right is a prison compound.

To the left is mersa cove.

Well...

You're an officer.

Clear the way.

Congratulations.

The radio tower is behind us.

Colonel, I think I'd like to put in for a transfer.

Half the Africa corps.

The fox has done it again.

While the British lion slept.

Gentlemen, the importance of our mission

is even graver than staff realized.

That's doesn't solve the problem, colonel.

Our men are gonna land expecting light opposition,

and they're gonna run into rommel's total reserve strength.

They must be stopped.

We have to take that transmitter.

And alert Jerry? For all we know,

staff may have scrubbed the mission already.

So we just sit back and wait? Exactly!

If it has been canceled,

we won't have given ourselves away.

What can a handful of men do against two full divisions?

We can try, major.

If those tanks reach El alamein,

the Germans have Egypt.

They may have the lock,

but we have the key.

Without fuel, Jerry goes nowhere.

You don't look too well, major.

Not surprised to hear it.

We'll have to have a word with the admiralty about this.

I thought tobruk was under naval blockade.

Someone forgot to tell the Germans.

There's our objective,

rommel's underground fuel dumps.

Easy to see why aircraft had such little effect.

Hauptmann.

Papiere, bitte.

Ja, ja...

They've located the communications cable.

The bunker can be cut off from the city anytime.

While we go for the guns,

two detachments will take out those pillboxes.

Right on schedule.

And right into a meat grinder.

Boyden... sir.

The air raid's your cover.

Take what men you need,

and go for the Jerry transmitter.

Send an open signal to Cairo.

Cancel landing. Repeat, cancel landing.

And advise staff of the kesselring paper.

Yes, sir.

Colonel harker.

If lieutenant boyden should be stopped,

he doesn't speak German.

Volunteering, mohnfeld?

It would improve his chances, sir.

All right. Hey.

Are you all right?

Oh yeah, I'm lovely. Let's do it again.

That's more like it, my boy. Come on!

Sir.

Sir.

He's dead.

Hurry up. They'll be all over us in a minute.

Lift him up.

All right.

I'll open the door.

Got him? Yes.

Quick. In here.

Down, Alfie.

Cor, that was a whisker away.

What do we do now, Alfie?

Good question, mate.

First of all, unload these Jerry uniforms.

My mother didn't bring me up to be shot as a ruddy spy.

Lord love us!

What's the matter, man? Are you hurt?

I'm dead and gone to heaven, Dolan. Look in there!

Here. Look. English pound notes. Millions of 'em!

British paymaster wrappers, Alfie.

The jerries must have grabbed it

when they took tobruk from our boys.

Well, we better grab it back, haven't we?

Here, now. Wait a minute.

You've got it wrong.

We weren't gonna Nick this money.

We're up next, major.

It's 21:30. Do you think boyden got through?

The landing is still on.

The barges are coming in.

Sar major tyne. Sir!

Take the halftrack and four men up the approach road.

Use the aldis lamp to turn those barges back.

Keep flashing as long as you can, Jack.

It's our last chance.

Sir.

Pronto! Pronto!

Satchel charge.

Out!

Flare pistol. Sir.

Good try, sir.

Seems to have lost the old magic, what?

Regroup below!

Apri. Presto.

Heil Hitler!

Colonel harker.

Craig.

They're coming in.

Get down to the beach!

They're gonna need all the help they can get.

Jerries!

Halftrack, open fire!

Get the bastards.

They're turning back.

The sergeant major got through.

Thank god.

Take cover under the cliffs!

Bloody tanks!

They would have chopped our barges to pieces.

We're just not going anywhere

with those damn tanks up there.

They've pinned us here until their infantry moves in.

I think I can get up there, colonel.

Still determined to be a martyr, aren't you?

I never did believe we'd get through this so long.

Besides, German hospitality does not appeal to me.

You pull those tanks,

and I'll give you the fuel bunkers as a going-away present.

Best offer I've had all day.

Krug.

I'll take three men.

The rest of you stay here with major Craig.

Shalom.

Shalom, captain.

I wish you luck, bergman.

I mean it.

We're both going to need it, colonel,

but don't steal any of mine.

Mazel tov.

Major!

They're coming down!

Achtung!

Flammenwerfer.

All right, lads, at the double.

Oberleutnant!

We gotta take that tank.

My pleasure.

No, let me have that.

Want that tank operational.

Field knife.

Dig in!

Hard left, sergeant! Take her through!

88 on the left. Let's get it.

Ready.

Ready.

Pump station off to the right.

We'll hit the top level first and then work our way down.

Get us out of here, sergeant, before we blow up with it!

Good lord.

With any luck,

we've seen the end of rommel's push to the Suez.

Colonel harker.

Your continued resistance

will only result in a futile loss of lives.

I ask you to surrender.

He knows your name, sir.

And our situation.

We've done what we set out to do.

My compliments, colonel.

I have your assurance that our wounded

will receive prompt medical care?

The best we can provide.

As soon as you surrender the kesselring document, colonel harker.

Mohnfeld.

The name is Von kruger.

Von kruger, need I remind you of protocol?

This is an intelligence matter.

Then it wasn't bruckner.

What I told you was the truth,

with one slight alteration,

that you found me in the tunnel.

The paper, please.

As soldiers, we have few saving graces.

Perhaps our willingness to die for what we believe

is all that matters.