All language subtitles for A Prize of Arms (Cliff Owen, 1962).english

That looked a bit fierce.

That's right, it is fierce.

Sorry about the headlights.
I didn't want to go over the edge.

This is throwing a bit short.
- Looked alright from up here.

Spreading a bit too.

Still that's all to the good.

Did you have any trouble?
- No.

It's not dead right but it'll do.

What do you mean
it's not dead right?

The wheel marks.
- Well, what about the wheel marks?

Well, you know, just on the
outside of the fence.

We knew that didn't we.
- Yeah.

You reckon they'll spin?
- Yeah.

What you worried about?

I'm not worried.
I said it'd do didn't I?

Is that the turning?

Yeah.

How long's he had?
- He's had plenty of time.

I'll give him the signal as soon as
we get to the top of the hill.

First one. Come on, Cobb. Come on.

If its as big as that tomorrow...

Right. Let's be ready.

Anything coming?

Nah, we just woke up
a couple farmers boys, that's all.

Right, here we go.

Alright, Con?

Too big. Both of them.

Which one are you
gonna use tomorrow?

The first one. Plastic.
It'll give us more control, I think.

Look, if you're worried about this we
can stop up the road and have another go.

- Now is the time to say. If it's
too big tomorrow... - Alright!

Well, Con?
- No, it's OK. I know what I'm doing.

Whoa!

Come on. No time to
stand and stare.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Something wrong somewhere.
Something to do with rain.

You mean here?

No I don't think so.

I can't get it.

Maybe if you leave it?

Yeah, it'll come.

Make it quick!

And get the light out
as soon as possible.

Home Sweet Home!

Yeah.

One more night!

Oh, it's cold!

What's the matter with Fenner?

Nerves?

Yeah, I think so.

How old is he?

He's old enough.

You're not worried are you?

No.

You've got to take some risks.

He's a good mechanic...

...and he's amoral.

And completely without experience
of this sort of thing.

Yeah...

...just like you and me.

What's the kettle for?
- Coffee.

Are you finished?
- Yeah.

Yeah, except the gas stuff.

What?
- Stuff we don't want anymore.

Leave it. As long as
there's nothing to identify us...

Bloody boots! I don't know where
in the bloody hell...

Why the hell didn't you
pick the right sizes?

Look! You do that once more
and I'll tear your bloody ears off!

Self-control, remember.
How many times have I gotta tell you.

Supposing something
goes wrong tomorrow...

...you start shooting
your mouth off like that...

...for the past fortnight
I've been at you. Self control!

Now remember it!

Here.
- Ta.

Anyone would think I did my
2 years in a different army.

Leave it alone.
- What does he think I'm gonna do, eh?

Go up to a sergeant Major and tell him
to get stuffed, or something!?

After tomorrow you
can do what you like.

Here...

...try these.

I got them for you today.

I dunno... You certainly
do things the hard way don't you?

What about the work ticket?

Leave it blank.

I see.
- They're great!

Good.

I'd sign it if I knew what to sign

but they won't know themselves
until tomorrow morning.

Duty Officer? Transport Officer?

What colour ink will he use? Blue? Black?
Even once he used red ink.

There's bound to be some sharp-eyed
bastard who'll spot a forgery.

Who's going to check that closely?

Look, I'm not taking the risk.
Now leave this to me, Con.

I know how I'm gonna play it.

Just as you say.

That's right, Con.
Just as I say.

Look and while we're about it,
there are a couple of other things...

Now, say we get into trouble tomorrow.
Real trouble, that is...

THIS IS THE BBC WORLD SERVICE
...then you're on your own.

Nobody gets any help from anybody.
HERE IS THE NEWS

If one of us gets away with it,
good luck to him!

AT TODAY'S UN SECURITY COUNCIL MEETING...
And the second thing?

The second thing is this...
- The late news!

TONIGHT THE KING HAS WARNED THAT

BRITAIN'S MOTIVES SHOULD NOT BE
MISCONSTRUED BY THE UNITED NATIONS

"OUR PURPOSE IS PEACEFUL, NOT WAR-LIKE"
HE SAID

OUR AIM IS THE CONTINUATION
OF THE RULE OF LAW.

TO PROTECT AND NOT TO DESTROY

QUESTIONED ABOUT THE OUTCOME OF
TODAY'S MEETING OF THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY

A DEFENCE MINISTRY SPOKESMAN SAID THAT...

"NOTHING DISCUSSED SO FAR COULD
MATERIALLY AFFECT BRITAIN'S DECISION..."

"...TO ACT IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE
TERMS OF HER TREATY OF ALLIANCE"

"THE CONTINUED DESPATCH OF TROOPS" HE SAID
"COULD NOT BE HALTED AT THIS STAGE"

IN THE COMMONS TODAY...

Well...

That's it then...

We go. Right?

We go.

In which case...

...some sleep.

Good night.

Good night, Con.
- Sleep tight, mate.

In this place!?

Never mind, mate,
you'll be rich tomorrow!

Why did you pick him?
- What?

Swavek. Why did you pick him?

I didn't pick him.

We picked each other.

No, I know you've known each other
for a long time and all that but...

That foreign accent. That can't be
much help, can it?

He's a dab-hand with explosives.

I got to know him in the war.

He was in the Free Polish Army.
- Yeah I know. But the accent...

You've gotta take some risks.

What you want to do?
Take out an insurance policy?

No, no. I just wondered.

I thought it might be bad planning.
Something like that.

What are you trying
to do Fenner, needle me?

Why don't you go set fire
to something to work it off!

How do you know about that?
- I know about it!

Name, Rank and Number?
820. Driver. Kingsman, E.

Good.

Don't you ever relax, huh?

You know, forget who you are? What
you're doing just for a minute or two.

No. Not anymore...

Once I did.

When was that?

In Hamburg. Just after the war.

We had a little dabble
in the black coffee market.

Oh aye?
Who's we?

Con and me.

That's how I got to know him.

Nothing big. We weren't trying
to make our fortune, just a...

...small private transaction or two.

And there was this..

Special Investigation fellow. He used to
come up once a week from Bad Oeynhausen.

With his briefcase.

And nearly every week,
he used to come into our mess.

And when he'd gone, we used to look
around to see who he taken with him.

And one week, they saw it was you, eh?

Yeah, we got careless.
We got caught.

The whole of Hamburg
was one gigantic fiddle.

And he had to pick on our little love
for coffee barter scheme.

I thought you said
you hadn't got a record.

I haven't.

Not in civvy street, only in the army.

Immediate dishonourable discharge.

No character, no gratuities...

Nothing.

Just three holes on each shoulder,
where the Pips used to be.

An Officer, eh?

I'll bet you were a right bastard.

It's starting to rain again.

Fenner...
- Yeah?

In case I forget tomorrow morning...

The best of British Luck!

Here... come on.

Turpin, wake up. Turpin!

It's alright. It's alright.

What's the time?
- Just gone six. Here.

Is Con up?
- Shaving.

What?
- He's shaving!

Is all our gear stashed?
- Yeah, except for the...

...flamethrower
and Connie's spare explosive.

What's the matter with you?
Couldn't you sleep?

Too damn cold.
I woke up frozen.

I'll take Con's.
- Right.

The cold light of dawn...

I feel about as much like this as...

Better get a move on.
Nearly quarter past six.

There's some hot water there.
In the kettle.

Got the work ticket?

What do you want me to do, sign it?

As you know what you are doing.

Getting in is our first big risk.

Watch your speed.
It keeps on creeping up.

What time we due past the pub?

About half-past seven.

Fifteen miles. That's just about right.

Alright now, be ready.

Wait!

Let's go.

7:26
- Not bad!

Nothing more till our ETA at 8:15, right.
- Right.

Fenner!
- Yeah?

We'll be at the main gate in
2 minutes anything you want?

No, I'm alright.
- You sure?

I just said, I'm alright!

Put the cigarette out, Con.

Start of the perimeter fence.

Military Police.

What do you want driver?

We're RE stores to the docks.

What's your outfit then?
- Div. Transport RASC.

Ah, you don't say. I wondered what
those letters were on the front.

What do you mean?

The RE Stores convoy is made up of
vehicles from 4 different companies.

Now then, let's try again.

I'm sorry, 108 Company, Alton.

108 Company? They came in half an hour
ago. 15 of them.

Yeah I know. We missed Trevally.

It had to happen to us
today, of all days.

Let's have your work ticket, then.

Don't know why I should
let you in, really.

Big security drive going on!

What's this then?
There's nothing on it. It's blank!

Well I told you we missed parade.
Details... everything.

I don't even know who the
duty officer was this morning.

If I'd known that,
I'd have signed it myself.

You're taking a chance aren't you?
Wandering around without a work ticket.

You know us. We've been here on detail
for the last 2 weeks.

You've seen my paybook,
at least a dozen times.

Pull over. I'll have to ask the Sergeant.
- Oh, come on!

What do you want to do?
Get us into trouble in our last week?

We're going abroad ourselves
in 2 or 3 days.

Come on, what's it to you?

You'll get me shot,
some of you boys.

Here. Make sure you fill it out.

A Lieutenant Johnson
was doing it this morning.

You'd better sign it PP.
- Thanks.

And if there's any trouble,
it wasn't me who let you in. Right?

Good luck!

WE ARE MAD!

Parade, down!

Move to the right in 3s!

Right turn!

By the left...

...you're now on the way
to the port of embarkation.

I want you to keep together
and don't wander around.

And conduct yourself in a
smart and soldier-like manner.

And be a credit to your regiment
And get a move on!

Carry on, Sergeant Major.

Excuse me, Sir.

Nominal role. Headquarters.
Single section and the movement order.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Chase up that loading order
on RE stores, will you

3 parts of the convoy is in already.
- Sir!

Has anyone seen
a desert-modified air filter?

A desert-modified air filter?

Hey, there's a speed limit!

Now come on you. Speed it up!

Come on laddie.
Your head's bigger than mine.

Thank you, Sir.

Psst!

Which is it?
- Eh?

The building alarm.

Trace the leads to the
building alarm, quick.

Excuse me, Corp.

Corporal, to you.
- Sorry. Corporal.

What are you doing then? What's this?
- I'm just checking the wires.

What! At a time like this?

You know the army motto...

Always leave it, as you found it.

These two?
- The two on top.

You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I thought the Army's motto was,
if it moves salute it,

and if it don't move, whitewash it.

I'd better just test it.

It works, doesn't it?

Alright, there's nothing to worry about.
Just testing the circuit.

Hey, what about this one?

Don't touch that one!
It'll wake the whole camp. It'll work.

It's on the same circuit.

I'll have to replace some
more wiring in this building.

It's very dodgy!

If you think that's dodgy, you want
to see my woman's bedside lamp.

Yeah, well I'll come back later
when I've got the stuff.

Well, don't make it too late, you know.
This block get shut at 6:30.

Security guard on all night.
- Oh yeah, I know.

With all them blokes going overseas
cheques ain't no good, are they?

I never thought of it that way.
- How would you? Not your problem is it.

Someone's gotta think of it though,
haven't they?

Well, don't they?
- Yeah well, we'll get going.

There's another chap coming
to look after these extinguishers.

Come on, Kingsman.

6:30, remember!?

Paymaster himself couldn't
get in here after that.

Yeah, right.

Leave those, follow us.

Should have brought one with us.
- Shut up, let me think.

Get 3 teas.

3 teas, please.

With or without?

Eh, no with.
- Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
- Just wondered.

You know what we're supposed to
put in soldiers tea, don't you?

Come on just give us the tea, will you.
How much?

Ninepence please.

You weren't so niggly
the other night, were you?

It was there the day before yesterday.
- It's bloody well not there now, is it?

Maybe we could carry him out?

No, that's too risky.
Somebody might want to help.

That's not the point. We've got
more than him to carry out, haven't we?

We should've brought one.
- Oh, belt up! Let me think.

Where do you expect to find a stretcher?

That's it, Con!

Is that anyone's chair?
- No, help yourself.

Right, we'll bring it over to you.

Con! There is a talkative MP
over there so watch your chat.

Alright, I'm not a fool.

OK, come on.

Give me a minute to think.
- What's the matter?

This wasn't in the plan.

Look, if there's any trouble inside leave
the talking to me and follow my lead.

Yeah, okay. What happens
if we have to spit up?

Well, you know the routine.
Your next job is the run.

It's the time from the door of the mess
hall to the door of the payblock, right?

Do you want me to allow the guard
to find the orderly officer

then drop the "Any complaints?" routine.
- No, I'll do that when we meet up again.

Who's the Duty Officer?
- Orderly Officer!

Orderly Officer, Duty Officer!
What's his name?

Well I don't know.
What difference does it make?

Look, I told you to look at
part 1 orders. The difference is this...

If he's old you run slow.
If he's young you run fast.

OK, then I'll find out.

It doesn't matter, I found out.

His name is Ellison.

He's young and he's fit.

And the guard we'll be sending for him
will be young and fit too.

So you can make it as fast as you like.
Too fast, rather than too slow.

We have to know the maximum amount
of time we can spend in that payblock.

If anything goes wrong?

We meet up at the rifle range.

The Butts where the targets are!

Whoever gets there first, probably Con,
and we will wait for the others.

Now have you got everything clear?
- Yeah, clear.

Come on.

What are you men doing with that?

A man passed out at the
de-bussing point, Sir.

Sgt Major told us to fetch a stretcher.

Alright, let's have it back
as soon as you can.

Very good, Sir.

Just pop in to Sgt Wilson's office and
sign for it before you go, will you.

Which is Sergeant Wilson's office, Sir?

It's the one with the...

Don't you know Sgt Wilson's office?
- No, Sir.

How long have you been in this camp?

We're Divisional Transport, Sir.
Alton barracks.

Don't all divisional troops come here for
medical inspection and inoculations?

Yes, Sir.

What do you mean, "Yes Sir"?
You going overseas with the division?

Well are you or are aren't you?
- Yes, sir. Yes, we are Sir.

Have you had your inoculations?

Let me see your paybook. Come on.

There's nothing here at all. And yours?

I see. Well, you're not gonna get out of
going overseas in this way.

Sergeant Wilson.
- Sir?

Report back here
at 5 o'clock this afternoon.

Now, Sergeant. Take these two
men's names and numbers will you.

- Reporting at 17:00 for TAB,
ATT and Cholera. - Yes, Sir.

Don't be late, will you.
- No, Sir.

This way.

Hey, there's two more you know.

One in here and one in here.

Yeah.

Yeah!

That was damn close, wasn't it?
- 5PM. That could throw our whole timing.

We're not going back there, are we?
- They got our names and numbers!

What if someone talks to the Sgt. Major
at the embussing point?

Good luck to him, they're phony.
- That's just the point, you nit!

What if they check with Div. Transport
and find out we don't exist?

Don't you ever get tired of being right?
- This is where you break off. Stopwatch?

Right, see you back
at the pay office in 5 minutes.

Not that one...

that one.

Excuse me, Sarge.

What's all this, then?
- New fire extinguisher, Sarge.

I can see that.
What's wrong with the old ones?

What's wrong with the old ones?

I think he's a bit "Mutton Jeff", Sarge.

Why are you changing them?

Here! What's the idea of all this?

The tin.
They decay after a certain time.

He's a bit casual, isn't he?

If I weren't so busy,
I'd make him jump a bit, I tell you...

Sergeant White!
- Sir!

Sgt. The civilian clerks. Aren't they the
people that came on at 6 this morning?

Yes, I'm very sorry, Sir. I'm just
about to have them relieved, Sir.

You were on at 6 too, weren't you Cpl?
- Sir!

I'm being relieved in half an hour, Sir.
- Attend to this right away, Sgt.

Just because of the flap-ons.
Don't you get slack.

Yes, I'm very sorry, Sir.
Sorry, Sir.

He worries about the civilian clerks.

Pay Corps. didn't finish
till 3 this morning.

Officers!

Keep quiet, you men!

Promptly, At ease!

I'll have you running round
this yard for half an hour!

Have the pay clerks been relieved?
- No. Any minute now.

They might not recognize us
if they see us later.

Come on, Fenner!

Here you are.
- Right, get moving.

Goes up the steps...

looks...

crosses the mess hall...

"sorry to bother you, Sir"
...etc etc etc.

1m 34s.

Another 1m 45s for the duty officer
to get back here, that's...

That's 3m 15s altogether.
Right! Next stage...

Connie and I gotta go on until 4:30PM.
- 4:30PM.

Change of plan. I'll tell you about it
later. We'll lay up in the butts.

You join us there, before 4:30,
after you fix the fire engine.

That's a bit bloody risky, isn't it?
- It's all bloody risky,

If you can't get to it, leave it. Don't
push your luck. Not worth that.

Here, you didn't pick
up my flask, did you?

Here.

I did.

That man!

Come here!

I've a job for a fast fellow.

It's going well.

No better than I expected.

After all this time...

the army!

Yeah.

Big joke...

How many years ago is it, Con?

Hamburg?

15 years. 16?

Yeah...

Full circle.

By chance!

A lot of wasted years.

Yeah, I suppose we could have
thought of this a long time ago.

The plan is perfect.

Given the right conditions.

If the conditions don't change.

How can they change?

Things go together.

Expeditionary Force to a hostile country.
They must be carrying a lot of money.

And with an Expeditionary Force there's
always flap and panic to hide behind.

Unless they stop the war, they can't stop
sending the troops, no matter what.

Death before dishonour, eh?

Rather your army than mine.

Don't you give me that
bloody nonsense Con. Dishonour...

You're on your own.

You get no help from anyone.

And you're a mug if you expect it.

If you want anything in this world,
you've just gotta go out and take it.

Oi, Jock! It's just gone 4PM.
- Yeah, I know.

Doing these properly, I hope.
- Yes, Sir.

CO's inspection tomorrow. You understand?
- Yeah, the Sgt. Major told me.

You're a sight too quick, for my liking.

They're clean enough, have a look.

You'll have to go through
them all again, I'm afraid.

And I hope I don't have to
stand over you.

Straighten your tie!

Con! Con!

Something's happening.

Fenner is not back.
- What time is it?

Just gone 5. Twenty to 5.
- He should be here now.

What are these lights?

I don't know.

What'll we do?
- I dunno. Let's get out of here.

Of course! They're test firing.

I should have thought of that.
They're going into action.

Testing guns in the dark? Why?

How the hell do I know. You fight
in the dark sometimes, don't you?

What about Fenner?
- He won't come now.

Come on, keep your head down.
- What time we to be at the M.I. room?

5:00PM. Come on.

Sarge?

Sarge?

I've finished the pans.

Oh breaking records, eh?

I hope you haven't got me
out here on a fool's errand.

I'm very busy.

Well of course, I understand that
inoculations are very important too.

But in the army you've
got to obey the last order.

Now, let's see, you were detailed here
by the camp Sergeant Major.

Very important man, you know.
Carries a lot of weight.

He'll straighten it out for you.

Here Sarge.

Oh aye, I knew there
was another one somewhere.

Get into that.

You Scotch nit!

Here! Here, you!
Come back here!

Hey, Corporal?

I'd better make a show, I suppose.

Alright, let's have you out here.
Sleeves rolled up.

And by the way, no alcohol for at least
24 hours after these inoculations.

If you can stand the strain,
48 hours is better.

He's not here.
- Perhaps he's inside.

He's not there.

There's nothing for it, Con.
We've got to go inside.

You'll have to be Fenner.

But my paybook. They'll see I'm not.
- I know, I know.

We'll have to take a chance.

Keep it open at the
inoculation page ready to be marked.

I'll murder that... Come on.

All ready Sargent?
- Yes, Sir.

Ready for these, Humphries?
- Yes, Sir.

Right, come forward when you hear your
names called and have your paybooks ready.

Hawkins, J.
0.5, T.A.B.

Boyd, W.L...

...Booster Cholera; 0.5 T.A.B.

Marshall, F.D...

...Booster Cholera.

Perry, R...

0.5 cholera; 5 T.A.B.

Burton, M.A.
Booster T.A.B.; 1cc Cholera; A.T.T.

Paul, P.
0.5 cholera; A.T.T.

Alright lads, don't rush
there's plenty for everyone.

Sir...

I'm not feeling too well.
Can I get a breath of fresh air?

Carry on.

Gordon, S...

Booster cholera; 0.5 T.A.B.

Turpin!

Paybook? Quick, paybook.

What's the matter mate then?
- Come on old man...

You'd better come inside with me, come
on. Come on, he'll be alright with me.

0.5 T.A.B.; A.T.T.; Cholera.

How much T.A.B?
- 0.5, Sir.

A few more needles please Sergeant.

Sit down here. Sit down and
get your head down between your legs.

Come on, right down.

Keep it down.
Otherwise if you stand up...

DDMS on the phone Jack, it's urgent.
- All right, hang on a minute.

Lots of 3 to this man Sergeant,
I'll be back directly.

What's your name?
- Humphries.

I've Menzies here. What's your number?
- 32524.

Well, that's alright.

Now now, look up to you.

Okay now, Corporal.
- Now, you sit there.

I'm going for a slash, Fred.

Sergeant Reeves.
- Sir!

Division haven't received our
anti-biotics return yet.

I suppose we'd better
send them another. Damn fool!

Fred? The anti-biotics return
on my desk, quick as you can.

Derek, just fix up those
2 chaps for me, will you.

I shall be on this phone
for an hour at least.

Look I'm sorry I wasn't here...
- Shut up! keep walking.

Look, I'm sorry I was late.
- Are you in the clear?

Yeah.
- Well, that's all that matters.

We're 20 minutes behind our timetable.

5:25 and a half.
- I know.

At 5:30 we've got to
be cutting the wire.

It's too tight.
- Shut up.

Now look, either we're they're now...
- Shut up!

Look, he steals a jeep now,
instead of later.

Now?
- We don't we don't walk to the wire...

We ride, we take a chance!

Might be safer.

Right, have you got
your torch and your keys?

Right. We start on the packet cases.
You get back as soon as you can.

Yeah. Look, I'm sorry I was late.
- Alright, alright.

Your paybook.

Come on.

Where's my gear?
- Inside. No, here!

Come on!

Fenner, come on.

The second post passed the notice.

Alright, Con. Make it quick.

Look at that, eh?
- Shut up. Listen.

How many lights?

Yeah, but look at it!

If we had the stuff,
we could get out now.

There are cars on that road.
Convoys, maybe.

And there's a patrol
right along that fence.

Now, you shut up
and leave the thinking to me.

Swavek!

We're not going back there.
It's too cold to mess about.

I'm not chasing rabbits tonight!

Come on, then. Come on, then.

We all right for time?

Yeah, 2 minutes in hand.

Another 30 seconds.

Orderly Officer... Orderly Sergeant...
Orderly Corporal.

That's them!

What's up Sarge?

There's been a report of a fire,
have you seen anything?

Fire? No.
- Search the offices.

Nearly everyone's gone off duty.

Fire alarm. Don't panic,
it's probably false.

How many people
are left in the building?

OK there Sarge.

I'll just give them a hand, Sir.
- That's all right. They can manage.

Seems to be all right in there.
- Right...

I'll get these things ready,
just in case.

Right, get that one down.

You find anything?
- No, Sarge. We'll have a look up here.

They you are, Sarge.
Hey! Look at that door.

I thought you said you'd looked!

Shut that door now, you understand
old chap. Now come on, everybody out!

Everybody out. You in there,
come on, move it.

Ring the general alarm.

All right, don't panic. Walk, walk!

Right, on the door
so no-one gets in.

Over to the mess hall and get the Orderly
Officer back here. On the double!

Stay out the way.
Come on, move it.

Lights!

1 minute 55.

The Orderly Officer is on his way.

Lights!

Go, Con!

Move back, now. All of you, back.

Back, will you. Get back!

Come on, Con.

Two minutes thirty!

he'll be here in 30 seconds.

Come on, clear some
places there. get back!

What's it like in there Corporal?
- Pretty bad, Sir.

Orderly Officer only. Now give me
a hand with these men, Sgt.

Standing around like a lot of sheep,
what's the matter with you!

It's a fire, Sir.
- I can see that!

Move out the way.
I've told you once already.

Duty Officer, Sir. Overcome by the fumes
We'll take him to the M.I. Center.

Good, carry on. Right, you men,
clear the way. Let this jeep through.

You, go and ring the General Alarm.
- I've already done it, Sir.

Well, go and ring one that works, then.
- Very good, Sir.

Sgt Major. Get these men organized,
Sgt Major. We need extinguishers.

You, you, you.
Fire extinguishers.

Get me Colonel Fowler.

Sir, RSM for Colonel Fowler.
- Put him through will you.

Yes?

Is that Colonel Fowler?
- Yes it is.

Trouble over here Sir. Payblock on fire.
- Good God!

Went up like a torch Sir. Petrol I think
- You can smell it?

Very plainly, Sir.

Could there have been
any petrol in the building?

I doubt it Sir. No reason there should be
- Get the car standing by, Guy.

We're doing everything we can here, Sir.
- I see.

Can you come over?

I'll be over right away.
- Thank you, Sir.

Good evening Colonel.
- Evening, Nicholson.

Sorry about all this, Sir.

A damn bad show.
Still, it's not your fault.

You didn't start it, I suppose.
- No, Sir.

How did it start, do you know?
- Well, it's all rather confusing, Sir.

It seems that about 6:30,
3 MPs drove up to the pay block...

All right Fenner, get changed.

Here!

Excuse me, Sir. Lance Corporal Orford.

Thank you, Nicholson. Be a good chap,
Phone through to the M.I. room...

...and see how young Ellison is.
- Yes, Sir.

Corporal...

I understand you were in charge of the
payblock when these 3 men burst in.

That's right, Sir.

Did you recognize these Military Police?
- No Sir. Never seen them before, Sir.

...yes that's right.
Lieutenant Ellison. He was...

But that's ridiculous. I saw him
taken away. He must be.

Go back and check again.

Right!

Excuse me, Sir.

Well?

He's not there, Sir.
- Not there?

Get hold of Special Investigation
Branch, at once.

Contact camp Admin..

- Get every available man and organize
a search for those MPs. - Yes, Sir.

Get through to the gate. Tell them to let
no-one past without my permission.

Yes, Sir!

A bit late with the
stable door, but still...

Oh, one other thing Palmer...

- I want to know exactly how much
money was in that safe. -Very good, Sir.

Captain Stafford, Sir.
Special Investigation Branch.

Good evening.

What've you been told about this so far?
- Well, Sir. Very little...

Sit up. Are you all right, Sir?

No, nothing political I'd say. There
were no official documents there at all.

There was a considerable
sum of money there.

Yes, English as well.
Ready for embarkation.

Well over �100,000.

Yes, quite!

I'll keep in touch. Goodbye.

We've alerted the local police.

All exits have been checked and they all
say that no jeep has been out of the

camp since around the time the
fire started. It must be someone here.

Some of our own people?

At a time like this? I can't believe it.

Excuse me, Sir. Report from a
fence patrolman...

A section of perimeter wire has been
found cut on the northwest side

behind the area where the
old tented camp used to be.

Come with me, Stafford.

Well?

Private car by the look of it.

Must have been waiting for them.
- Yes, could be miles away by now.

Come on Stafford. We're wasting time.
- Yes, Sir. I was just wondering...

Lt. Ellison has been found, Sir.
- How is he, all right?

- He's in the M.I. centre, Sir. It seems
he's been chloroformed. - Chloroformed?

Come on then, Stafford. I'm going to
get in touch with the Chief Constable.

There's someone coming.

Police!

How much longer?

I'll tell you when.

Very good of you to come
Superintendent Cooper.

Not at all, Colonel.

Good evening, Captain Stafford.
- Good evening.

And this?

You think it was caused deliberately?
- The smell of petrol was quite strong.

Any motive?

Robbery, I presume.

It'll be some time before we can
get in there to look at the safe.

We'll all need gumboots.

Mr Hicks.
- Sir?

- Send over to the store for some
gumboots, will you. - Alright Sir.

Where abouts was the safe, Sir?
- Well, over here in this corner...

Yeah, It's been blown, alright.

Okay.

How did you fix it?
- Took the plug off the sump.

Half a dozen revs
and she'll seize-up solid.

What about the cap?
- It's underneath.

If they find it, they'll think it
came off by accident.

Good.

Could you stop the move?

Damn it, man. Nobody could stop it now.
The whole division is on the move.

Well then, it'll have to go to the
cabinet for a decision What's that?

It couldn't be anything else
but a cabinet decision.

In the mean time, if there's
anything you can do at your end...

Of course, we're doing all we can here.
- I'll ring back as soon as I can.

Keep it away from the press.
Stay close to the phone. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Can we stop the move!

Alright, let's get ready.

It's like a coffin.

What's the matter, Con? Developing
claustrophobia, all of a sudden?

You can always get out if you have to.
- Right.

Here.
- No thanks.

Come on! You'll be
in there for quite a time.

Nice.
- Had enough?

Go on, hang on to it. Go on.
- Thanks.

Okay?
- Right.

Is that you, Stafford?
- Yes, Sir.

Anything new?
- No, Sir.

Except of course, we now know that
they didn't escape in a jeep.

Then what the devil did they escaped in?
- Does it matter, Sir?

I mean obviously they
changed to another vehicle.

You could be quite wrong, Stafford.

In which case, you would at least
know what we're looking for.

I suggest you go straight back
to that gap in the fence

find out what you can from those tracks.
- Very good, Sir.

Hang on a minute Stafford.
I'll come with you.

Sergeant Major.
- What do you want?

I believe you are in charge of the RE
stores convoy that's moving out tonight.

I thought perhaps you better know I had
trouble with one of your lads today.

One of my lads?
- Aye, over at the cook house.

What was he doing over there?
- Fatigues. He was detailed by the R.S.M.

What the hell for? My blokes
are drivers, not spud mashers!

He suddenly upped and threw
a lot of "Dixies" at me.

I can't say I blame him.
Well, what's his name?

Kingsman. Driver Kingsman. 820.

No. No Kingsman here.
I tell you, there is no Kingsman.

There go the drivers.

Inspect your trucks.

Check your wagons.

Fall in over here.

Won't be long now.

I can't stand much more of this.

I wish...

Maybe we should've
risked the fence, eh?

It looks like it's gonna rain.

Rain...

That's it!

It rained last night.

How the devil didn't
I think of it before?

How can you be so sure?

Look Jim, it hasn't rained
since last night, has it?

It couldn't be dew, condensation?

Those tracks were made last night
and that's last night's rain in them.

They were made to fool us.

Yes, and fooled we were.
- You see what this means, don't you?

They wanted us to think they'd got away.

Now, there's only one reason why
they'd want us to think that.

Because they wanted to stay in the camp.

Which means they may still be here.
Army personnel or not.

Are you sure of this, Stafford?

The wire was certainly cut today
or we'd have known about it sooner.

But I'm sure those tracks were made
before midnight last night.

Very well...

You have my authority, Stafford,
to take this camp apart.

I want every cupboard, every
man's locker and equipment checked.

Especially base units, married quarters,
M.I. Center.

Right, Sir.

Anything from the M.O. yet, Sir?

No. I let him know but
I don't expect much from that.

Oh yes. Don't forget
the Military Police lines.

Use every man you need.

And find that money. And those men.

I'll do what I can, Sir.

Now, listen to me, all of you.

Correct convoy distance at all times.

There's other people using
the roads as well as you.

And keep your station.

You'll leave here in the order you're
supposed to arrive at docks for loading

and that's important.
Now, mount and standby.

Fall out.

I'm afraid your convoy will have to be
delayed for a short while, Sgt. Major.

I'm on a very tight schedule, Sir.

I know but we've got to search all
your vehicles. Alright, carry on.

Of course, normally I would
sort out a thing like this myself.

But what can you do when a man's own
warrant officer protects him.

This is a very serious charge McVey.
Are you sure of your ground, now?

Yes. He was obviously
covering up for him, Sir.

What was his name again?
- Kingsman. 820. A driver.

- Do you know the name of
the warrant officer? - No I don't.

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

Look I don't care if you have the
key to the armoury or not.

Bust the door down, if necessary.
Just get in there.

Alright McVey, I'll take care of this.
- Yes, Sir.

Yes Kelans, I'm ready.

Officers Mess, Yes?

Adulation hut, Yes.

Right, are you finished round there?
- Aye, all in order, Sgt. Major.

So it looks alright.
- Yeah.

You're all clear to leave, Sgt. Major.
- Right. Thank you very much, Sir.

Start 'em up!

OK boys, get up and get started.

Blimey, she's red-hot!
- Eh?

Hey, you've switched off!

Yeah.
- What for?

Overheating.

Well don't just sit there,
take a look at the bits.

Right-O, Bill, let's go.

Move out!

We've got trouble.

"Arse-end Charlie", can't get started.

What, the breakdown wagon?
- Yeah.

What's the matter with him?
- Overheating.

Don't worry. I'll stay
with him till it's fixed.

Alright.

They've started.

How long do you reckon they'll take?

29 wagons?

I don't know.

One...

Two...

Well, what's wrong?

Oil. She seems to be nearly empty.

Oh blimey, I don't wonder at it.
Here, look at that.

Oh blimey, man.

Sixteen...

Seventeen...

Eighteen...

Twenty-five...

Twenty-six...

Twenty-seven...

Twenty-eight...

Twenty-nine. Pull it up.

The breakdown wagon is still there.

Good.

Only the gate now.

Twenty-seven...
- Twenty-seven...

They're counting!

Alright, alright.

We're gonna make it.

We're gonna make it!

Twenty-nine...
- Twenty-nine...

We're gonna make it!

Thirty.
- Thirty?

He said he couldn't get one started.

Who did?
- The Sgt. Major convoy.

He must have got it going.

Yeah, he must have done.

We've passed them.

We're out.

We're outside.

We've done it!

We've bloody well done it, mate!

Alright, alright.

I'm sorry he's not here.
Have you tried the M.I. room?

No, he hasn't arrived.

Goodbye.

Nothing from the
medic quarters so far, Sir.

Anything from Military Police
lines or base units?

Not yet, Sir.

Excuse me, Sir.
- Yes, who are you?

Sorry, Sir. Lt. Sayers. Assistant M.O.

The M.O. thought you'd like to know, Sir
Lt. Ellison is feeling very much better.

Oh good. Can he tell us anything new?

Well no, not really, Sir.

Oh, there was one thing though.
- Yes?

The MP who brought Ellison in

also found a stretcher in the old
ablutions at the same time.

Well, what's so strange about that?

Well, Sir. It was one of our own.
It was from the M.I. centre.

Yes, Sir. 2 RASC drivers
borrowed it this morning.

Some story about a chap
having passed out.

Do we know who these men were?

Oh yes, Sir. We have their names.
- Good god man, what we doing about it?

I've been in touch with their
adjutant, Sir. He's calling me back.

That must be the call that came
through a couple of minutes ago, Sir.

You had a call for Lt. Sayers,
have you still got it? Yes, he's here.

Hello.

No.

No, I was on my way over
from the orderly room.

Well, I left a message.

Yes.

Oh yes.

Well thank you very much.

Thank you.

What did he say?

They don't know them, Sir.

They've no-one on their Strength
called Kingsman or Swan.

Are we sticking to the original plan?

It's done all right so far.

Yeah.

Do we have to stick with this lot?

It's about 10 miles back
to "The Woodman", you know.

There's no sense in pushing our luck
there must be other ways back to the barn.

They're looking for us just about
everywhere except here. In this convoy.

Yeah, I know.

Look just talk to me
and convince me, will you?

They've got a ring
right around the camp.

Our safest place for
the next 10 miles is here.

Well, there's no one on our tail.
I suppose that's something.

That's everything.

Over here!

Here...

It's the drain plug on the sump.

What about it?
- Well, it's missing.

What do you mean, missing?

I mean, it's not here. You nit!

It must have unscrewed
itself, or something.

Vibration, I expect.

Can you see it?

You're kidding ain't you?

Here, give us the torch a minute.

Ouch!

What's the matter now?
- Blimey, something dug me in the ribs.

Here, move this a minute.

It's a go, innit.

That's the sump plug.

You don't say!

What's he up to?

It's alright, it's alright.

He's just closing up the convoy.

Geez...

I've certainly sweated
for my share of this money.

How much further?

3 miles.

At 20 miles an hour,
that's about...

about 9 minutes.

You sure there's only 1 more
convoy due to leave tonight?

- Yes Sir, it should be through
in the next half-hour - Fine.

Better go on with the
search inside the camp.

Leave me the Provost jeep for a while.

- If anyone wants me they can get me on
the guardroom telephone. - Very good, Sir.

Drive on, Corporal.

What's this?
- L.A.D. truck, Sir. Convoy.

L.A.D. what's it doing here?

Had some trouble, Sir.
As the convoy moved out.

Oh yes, I see.
Yes, I have it.

Has it been searched?
- Yes sir.

Where is your work ticket?

What are you then? 31?

No, I thought it was 30.

Oh come on mate, don't muck us around.

I thought you went out with the others.
- Yeah well we didn't, did we.

That's funny. I must have
miscounted before.

Yeah you must have done.

All right then.
- Thank you, Sir.

Off you go.

Another 4 minutes.

About a mile and a half.

We'll drop back a bit further.

What are you doing back here?

Struggling!

Are you from Alton?
- Yeah.

You should be up front.

Don't tell us, tell this old cow!

What's the trouble?

A choked jet, I think.

Well keep her going. She may
blow her way through it.

Yes, alright.

My God, as if imminent war and
international tension weren't enough.

Anything fresh, Mr Hicks?

Nothing so far Sir. I wanted
a word with the admin officer.

Carry on.

What is it?

Cook Sgt McVey has had a bit of trouble
with a man from Alton barracks Sir.

A driver in the RE stores convoy.
- What sort of trouble?

Extreme insubordination, Sir.

I think we should
pull him off at the docks.

What's his name?

Driver Kingsman, Sir. 820.

Kingsman?

Yes, Sir. And there's
a bit more to it than that.

- His Company Sgt major has got
himself involved. - Kingsman?

Get me Captain Stafford SIB.

How many trucks were there in the convoy?
- 30, Sir.

And the breakdown truck made 31?
- Yes, Sir.

Thought we must have miscounted, Sir.

Good enough?
- I think so.

What's the matter now?

Jones is missing again.

What do you mean missing?

Here that's him coming now.

Why didn't you bring us one?
- What are you talking about?

Oh, do me a favour mate.
I can smell your breath from here.

You went in that pub didn't you.

You're dead right boy.
And I'm going to the next one as well.

Marvellous, innit!

Another quarter of a mile.

What are you doing?

I just want to listen.

We don't want anything
on our tail when we turn off.

Okay?

Yeah. Take a look at that wheel.
- Right.

Fine.

Listen!

Get out.

You got trouble?

Yeah, petrol I think.

Never mind. Roddy's there with a
break down wagon. He'll fix you up.

Okay?

Hello, Jonesy.
- Hi, Norman.

Out again tonight, are you?
- Aye. 3rd time this week.

I'll know this Portsmouth through
the time I'm finished with it!

How long will the emergency last?

I wouldn't be surprised if it came to
a dead stop tonight. There's a rumour

going round the camp that some blokes
have pinched all the embarkation money.

Get away!

The Woodman!

And there's nothing behind us mate.

Ta!

Where the devil is he going?

O blimey, these drivers!

Surely he hasn't mistaken
that track for a road.

Where does it lead to?

A few fields, that's all.
Then it peters out.

I suppose I better get after him.

Well, I wouldn't waste
any time if I were you...

It's inches deep in mud at the bottom.
He'll get stuck for certain.

That's all I wanted!
A night on a bare mountain.

Ta! Be seeing you.
- Good Luck.

Hey, do me a favour will you.
There's a breakdown wagon just behind.

Flag him down.

Ask him to wait in case I need him.
- Right-O!

Ta!

We're home mate!

Home and dry!

As a nest egg!

Home and dry.

Home and bloody dry!

Home and bloody dry!

Right, come on.

As she is, come on.

Turpin!

Con!

Con!
- What's wrong with him?

Come on, what's the matter with him?
- I don't know. Look...

Look at the sweat on his face.

Con!

What are we gonna do?

We're going to have to
get him to a doctor and quick.

There's no time for that.
What about the wheel?

You get changed and warm up the
dormobile. We'll change the wheel after.

Come on, Con!

One of our trucks down there Sir.

Don't bother to explain, I got it all
from the driver of the breakdown truck.

Just tell me where they are.

Pulled into a barn.
On the left at the bottom, Sir.

Right, you stay up on the road and keep
the breakdown truck. We may need it.

And tell Captain Nicholson to
come down with his people.

Right, Sir.

Switch the engine off.

What do we do, Sir?

We wait for Captain Nicholson.
- Right, Sir.

Military Police!

Move away from the door.

Someone must have seen us turn off!

Listen we can still get away...
- Be quiet!

They can't know for certain
that we're in here.

Con, you have to keep quiet.
Don't make a noise.

How did he get this?

I gave it to him.

Are you out of your mind?

What are you talking about?
- What the hell did you give him this for?

What does it matter now?
The police are outside.

He's sick you stupid idiot! He's
inoculated and you give him alcohol!

Listen! There's another
jeep coming, I can hear it.

Come here!

Come on, let's go out the back
we've still got time.

What about him? What about Con?

- We're on our own. That's what you said,
remember? - Shut up Fenner!

Let go of me! I don't want
the bloody money, let go!

Shut up, Fenner!

Now look, you're in this whether you
like it or not. Right to the end!

I'm gonna put Swavek
in the back of the truck.

You're gonna get up in the front.
Start the engine.

And put this flamethrower together.
We'll fire on the jeeps as we go by.

Now get a move on!
Come on, Con.

Come on, Con.

They're in there.

What's the plan?

We walk in and take them, what else?

Your chaps got ammunition?

Don't be so damn silly, Nicholson,
we're all in the same army.

Ammunition is the last thing
we're likely to have.

Right, Sergeant.
- Yes, Sir?

Make a show with your guns, come on.
- Right, Sir.

Alright, follow me.

Turpin!

Turpin, they're coming!

Fenner!

Fenner!

Blimey! They've got a blasted
flamethrower in there.

What do we do?
- You raving bloody lunatic!

Get up, start the cab
and get out of here!

We'll never get away with it!

Sergeant?
- Sir?

Take a jeep up to the pub
and telephone the camp.

Not that way! Over the top.
Keep under cover.

They might have a gun in there as well.
- Right, Sir.

Now!

Explosives...

Explosives!

Explosives!

We're going up, Turpin!
We're going up!

Fenner! Stay low!

Keep on the road!