All language subtitles for Colditz - s01e13 - The Way out_Ripped from DVD_eng

What are you going to do?
Publish them after the war?

Aye, I might at that.

Yeah, well, posthumous collections
always sell better.

Your best hope's to die young.

Any good?
- Oh, it's just a novel.

I don't know why I said that.
It's not just a novel.

It's The Good Soldier
by Ford Madox Ford.

Yes, it's all about how he built
the Model T...

And found true happiness.

Madox Ford? I thought that was...
- He's kidding, he's kidding.

I can see you're a literary man.

Well, what's it about? Hmm?
About the army, is it?

No, it's about, uh, passion, really.
- Passion?

Yes, you know, the stuff they inject
you against when you join up.

Why don't you tell him the story?

I don't read fiction.
Fiction is for shop girls.

Well, you should know all about them,

I understand you scored
your greatest successes at Woolworths.

No, it's really a very good book.

It's about people who destroy themselves
for love in one way or another.

Sounds like hot stuff.
- Not really.

It's more like a horror story.
Like Muir over there.

There are so many unattractive aspects
to a command such as mine.

I speak now as a fellow officer.

I did not join the army
to become part of a prison service.

But be that as it may,

I am here and responsible
not only for the prisoners in my charge,

but also for preserving that, uh...

slender line known as the status quo.
You follow me, Colonel?

That being so, I have to exercise
my judgement in matters

not covered by the book of rules
we all live by.

I have here a letter from England
addressed to one of your officers.

It has, of course, been opened and read
by my censor,

but because of the contents,
he brought it to my personal attention.

It is bad news, I take it?
- Yes, yes, I think so.

Or it would be to most men.

The sort of news which might make
a man desperate.

Top of the second page, Colonel.

I see.

Come in.

Hello, Phil.
- Sir. You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did. I'm sorry to bother you.

Oh, that's okay.
You got me out of a lousy poker game.

I've been drawing four cards
to a straight flush all day.

Uh, sit down, won't you?

You know, I am not quite sure
why I sent for you.

It's probably some misguided conception
of the American character.

The thing is, I have a problem which
normally I should be able to deal with,

but I don't seem to be making
much headway with it.

Course, you're not married, are you?

No, sir. Not in the sight of God.

No, I didn't think you were.

I have some very bad news
to break to one of our officers.

Lieutenant McDonald, do you know him?

Yeah, slightly.
He's a bit touchy, you know.

He's gotten on me about GI pay
a couple of times.

Oh, yes, that sounds like McDonald,
all right.

He came up through the ranks, you know.

And the British War Office have always
considered that the privilege of dying

is enough in itself without being paid
very much for it.

This is a letter for McDonald
and it contains some very bad news.

It's what you would call, I think,
a Dear John letter.

Under normal circumstances,
it is my duty

and my privilege
to break that news to him.

But I have considered it very carefully

and I don't think
that I should do this one.

So I thought of you.

Couldn't the padre do it?

Well, no, I don't think so. You see,
if I'm any judge of character,

McDonald is going to find it even harder
to take from the padre

than he would from me.

Colonel, I, uh...
I hardly know McDonald...

Well, exactly, that's all to the good,
isn't it?

Bad news is often easier
coming from strangers.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yes, sir.

McDonald around?
- No idea.

Come and take some exercise, Phil.
You're getting flabby.

Hey, how about some stoolball?
- Stoolball? What're you talking about?

The last time I played with you guys,
you about broke my back!

Well, we'll try and break your nose
this time. Come on.

Hey, is McDonald around?
- Uh, I think you'll find him in the bog.

Dick!

McDonald?
- Aye?

You're not playing either, huh?
- No.

You're not sick, are you?
- No.

Everybody seems to be coming down
with something.

I finished that book.
- Oh, I'm not a great reader.

Well, it's a pretty good book
when you once get into it.

I'll leave it for you, anyway.

Uh, I've got some news for you.
You got a letter.

What are you on about?
I've just been to the mail room.

Yeah, well, uh, this one came...

via the Kommandant to Colonel Preston
and he asked me to give it to you.

Why you?

Well, that's what I asked him.
He thought it might make it easier.

Do you know what's in it?
- Yeah, I do.

It's a Dear John letter.

Who told you?

Colonel Preston. He had to read it.

Read it for me.

No, you go ahead and read it.
I'll be back in a few minutes.

I'd thank you if you would.

It's your letter...
- Read it!

Please?

Please.

"My dear Ian, as you know
I'm not much of a hand at writing

"and as you will see,
I'm sending this from a new address.

"This is Molly's place.
Molly is a friend of mine from work

"and she's been a friend
in more ways than one.

"Oh, my dear, I wish I were with you...

"I wish I were with you there and I wish
I could write the proper words

"and say that I didn't mean to bring you
any extra sorrow in that place you're at

"and if you were here with me,
everything would be different.

"But you're not,
and what I have to write is

"that I am having a bairn by another man
and it wasn't anybody's fault but mine.

"But I will always understand if you
never want to see me or it ever again,

"so will close now with asking you
not to worry over much,

"and forgive me for this letter
and everything.

"If I could bear your pain
I should be happy

"and love always, Alice."

Sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

What's there to be sorry about?

It's what the bloody war is about,
isn't it? Freedom!

We're in cells. She and me.

All of us!

I'm in here.

And she's in a bloody prison,
a house without a man!

She made a break for it, that's all.

Went over the wall.

Jumped the wire.

Come in.

All right?
- Yes, sir. I gave him the letter.

How did he take it?

Well, he was very upset.

And so he's bound to be, isn't he?
Do you think he can cope?

Oh, yes. I think he'll go quietly mad,
like the rest of us around here.

Well, keep an eye on him for me,
for the next few days, will you, Phil?

Yes, sir. Good night.
- Good night.

Can you lend me five pfennigs?

I'm out of that Mickey Mouse money
they give us.

Five? God, it's gone up.
- Just pay the man, will you?

Oh, come on, Muir.

Hello, Ian.
- Can I talk to you?

Sure, Ian.
- Got a minute?

Sure.

In private.
- Okay, let's go find somewhere.

How're you feeling?
- Great. Feeling great. No problems.

Okay, what can I do for you?

Well, uh, did you...
Did you hear I got a letter?

Yes, I did.
- Hmm.

Well, you see... See, as I look at it,

well, she had...
She had nae bloody choice in the matter.

I mean, well, I cannae expect you
to ken her as well as I do

just by talking about her but...
But if it was nothing,

well, if she didnae care,
she'd not have bothered writing at all.

You understand what I'm saying?
- Of course.

So, as I see it, she wasnae
just asking me for forgiveness,

but to do something.

I mean, I'm the man.
I'm the man of the house.

Not only that, I've been bloody trained
to dae something.

Oh, what you're saying is that
if you were there,

you could do something about it.
- Oh, exactly.

The first thing I'd dae
is put one on him,

that's the way we sort things out
where I come from.

Be it Celtic versus Rangers

or a milkman delivering one or two pints
too many.

Yeah, well, I'm sure you're right.
- I know I'm right.

Ah, but hear me out a while.

Well, it sounds sort of corny,

but neither of us have had anybody else,
you know.

I mean, she's got no real family.
They're slag, like mine.

Now I've got a couple of pips up
and I'm an officer and a gentleman

for the duration,
but don't let's kid ourselves.

You see, well, I've always known she
couldnae fend for herself without me.

Now, that's the crux of the matter here,

and the important thing now
is that I've got to get back to her.

That's what I've decided. I've got
to get out of here and back to her.

Yes, well, obviously that would be
the perfect solution.

Well, that's right.
So, what I'm asking you is when?

Well, you know as well as I do
that there's procedure...

Och, I know all that,
but this is no ordinary request.

This is different, he knows that.

Well, I can sympathise with you, yes,
but it's not up to me alone.

Oh, but your word would count.

Well, I don't think it would
count that much.

Yeah, but you'll put it forward, though,
won't you?

Yes, I'll put it forward.
- Aye, and you'll push it.

I'll do what I can.
- Aye, I know, I know.

I've every confidence that you will.

Now, you see, that's why I feel
so much better in myself.

I've made a decision and
that's half the battle, don't you agree?

Well, obviously, sir, I would have tried
to reason with him,

but he's made up his mind.

He sees the whole thing
quite crystal clear.

He's going to get out of here
and somehow

I'm going to be able to get him
to the top of the list.

Well, that's out of the question.
I hope you told him that.

More or less.
- What do you mean, more or less?

Well, sir, he wasn't being
very rational.

I mean, we're dealing with
a not very articulate man

who's just suffered a tremendous
emotional blow.

Well, maybe he has,

but that doesn't justify him
going to the top of the queue.

Well, I suppose we could say
with some validity

that certain categories
are to be given priority.

McDonald, being Special Commando Unit,
comes under that heading.

All right, even accepting that,

I mean, we don't even have
an escape going at the moment, do we?

No, sir. Nothing ahead of the French.

That means we're going to have
to talk to the French

and I can't see them
being very impressed with your reasons.

No, I don't think
they will be very impressed,

but I think we owe it to him morally
to put it to them.

And I think he'll be turned down.

Look, just tell me honestly, Pat.

As the Escape Officer,
do you really think you're justified

in putting him to the top of the queue?

Yes, sir. Not just for his sake,
but for everybody's sake.

All right, you'd better go and
have a chat to the French, hadn't you?

Non! Impossible!

There is no point in having
a selection committee,

a method of deciding
the order of release,

if we are going to change it.

Just because you are supposed
to give some men special priority.

We also have our instructions.

And our instructions are not to ask
for favours, but to get out.

I understand.

I'm sorry for this man.

But the rules are yours as much as ours.

It's our turn, the scheme is ours, it's
been approved by the joint committee

and the two men who thought of it
have priority, obviously.

I appreciate that and I'm fully aware
of the extent of the favour I asked,

but I had to ask it.
- Good.

Well, you have asked it
and I have given our answer.

In mitigation we felt that there were
exceptional, extenuating circumstances.

Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui.
Somebody wants to jump the queue.

Those are the exceptional
mitigating circumstances.

But I don't accept it.

You had every confidence
you were going to fix it for me.

No, you had the confidence, I merely
said that I would make an attempt

on your behalf, which I did.
I went to the French and they said no.

There's an end to it.

Well, they weren't going
to hand it to us on a plate.

It needed a bit of a push.

And you're the Escape Officer,
it's your pigeon.

I wasnae just asking you to go in there

and swap a few bars
of my chocolate ration.

I was asking you to go in there
and plead as hard as you know how

for what you both know
is my wife and my marriage.

McDonald, I don't think this is
a very rewarding conversation.

We understand...

I don't consider...
This isnae a conversation!

You will, nevertheless, do me
the courtesy of hearing me out.

We understand your problem
and we are not without sympathy for it.

The fact remains that the only grounds
for appeal have been properly put,

forcefully put and turned down.

How the hell do I know
they were forcefully put?

Because I say so!

If you think being Escape Officer
is a plum job in this lousy place,

then you're very much mistaken.
- I didn't say that.

No, you implied
that I merely went through the motions.

All I'm saying...
- Don't shout.

All I'm saying is you both know
what was in that letter.

Yes, we do.

The fact is that it looks
as if you have lost your wife.

Now, I understand that
probably more than you realise.

But in spite of Captain Grant's efforts,
the answer is no

and you are going to have to find
the moral courage to live with that.

Sir.

Yes or no?

No.

Not even considering it?
- No.

You can't blame them, either.

They've been at it for two months.
It's a pretty wild scheme.

How many men are there?
- Two.

Do we know who they are?
- Yes, I know.

Well, I thought that
maybe a direct approach.

If one of us could talk
to them personally, we...

Well, I have to think about that.

Yeah, well, let me know
because I could do some talking.

Yes, I'll let you know.

We haven't got anything coming up.

No, we haven't.
Nothing ahead of the French.

I feel sorry for him.

Well, you shouldn't.

Yeah, I know I shouldn't,
but I do and that's a fact.

And we live by the facts.

How are you doing?
- Uh, I'm fine. I'm doing fine.

Oh, I've been reading this book
you lent me.

Oh, yeah? How do you like it?

Well, it's a wee bit heavy going
to begin with.

Well, to me it was, but then I havenae
read many books, proper books.

The most I ever read was
The Hotspur and The Magnet.

Oh, and Sexton Blake and Tinker,
of course.

Have you heard of them?
- No.

I was brought up on Nancy Drew,
Girl Detective. You ever heard of her?

Oh, well, Nancy Drew used to solve
everything. She probably still does.

We could do with a little bit
of Nancy Drew around here,

in more ways than one.

There's, uh, one bit in this book...

Aye, here.

"Here were two noble natures
drifting down life

"like fireships afloat on a lagoon
and causing miseries, heartaches,

"agony of the mind and death.

"And why? For what purpose?
To point, what lesson?

"It is all a darkness."

He makes it come alive, doesn't he?
- Yeah, he does.

He's a good writer.

"Like fireships afloat on a lagoon."

That's the bit I like.
Hey, was he a soldier himself?

Yeah.

He was in the trenches
in the First World war.

Aye, he must've been.

He says somewhere else that
all good soldiers are sentimentalists.

But he doesn't make judgements, does he?
He doesn't blame.

I think it's important
not to blame anybody.

Yeah, me too.

Bravo.

Can we talk?

We could, yes.
What would you like to talk about?

The weather, Monsieur Roosevelt,
Paris in the spring?

Catapults.

No, I never learned that subject
at school.

What about Louis?

Oh, he's very limited.

He only has two interests. Sex and food,
not necessarily in that order.

Well, that suits me.

You know how us Americans are.
We have an opinion on everything.

No, I don't think
that would work, either.

Why don't you think it would work?

De Croissat here is only
concerned with the practical aspect

of his two favourite subjects.
He never discuss theory.

Well, that suits me. We think alike.

I'd like to catapult you into some
really deep thinking

that would lead to something practical.

Come to our quarters.
- Oh, my pleasure.

That's the first time I've ever been
propositioned by a Frenchman.

What's it about?

Well, uh, Captain Grant told me
about your escape plan.

I'll put it to you very simply.

We have a man who wants to get out
of here in a hurry.

Who doesn't?
- Yeah.

I just felt that, uh...

Well, we know it's your plan
and we know we have no rights,

but I owe it to this man to ask.

Ask what?
- Well, to ask if you'd strike a bargain.

Give up one man in your plan
and we'll cut you in on our next one.

What sort of bargain is that?

It's a lousy one, huh?
- Exactly.

So, what else shall we talk about?

Well, you might ask

why I had the nerve to come here
and ask you in the first place?

Yes. We'll, uh, hear your reason.

May I sit down?
- Please.

Well, are either of you married?

No. Well, François.
- I am.

Well, this man that we have in mind,
uh, got a Dear John letter.

You know what that is?
- No.

Well, it covers a wide field.
In this particular case, uh,

he got a letter from his wife saying
that she was pregnant by another man.

You understand?

Well, see, he feels that
if he can get back to her soon,

very soon, he won't lose her.
Now, he believes that.

Well, uh, that's sad for him, huh?

See, Captain Grant went
to your Escape Officer,

and he got a turndown and I thought
that if I came to you personally,

and if you understood the circumstances,

that you might possibly consider
the fact...

No!

It's not possible.

We are all together prisoner,
like yourself, huh,

like your unfortunate friend.

Yeah, that's true.

Thanks very much. Good luck.

Haven't we any plan?

No, nothing that will help McDonald.

Downing and Muir have come up
with an idea.

They have?
- Mmm-hmm.

Is it any good? Do you think it'll work?

I think it's very good,
but they can't start till the French go.

When are the French set to go?

Well, they've been at it two months.
They've got another five weeks.

Can't they move it up?

Well, that plan depends on an
exact second on a particular night.

I could try to get him in
with Downing and Muir.

No, that won't help McDonald.

He wants to get back there
before that baby's born.

Well, presumably he can write a letter
before then?

Oh, he writes letters all the time,
he never posts them.

What do you mean?

He just puts them in a tin box
underneath his bunk.

I haven't seen him post a letter yet.

Captain Grant, uh, my companion and I
have given further thought

to the proposition
of Lieutenant Carrington.

In the special circumstance,
we have decided to accept.

Accept? That's wonderful.
- That's great.

It's not wonderful.
- It is merely a decision.

Who made the decision?
- I have decided.

You? Aren't you the married one?
Why you?

Lieutenant Carrington, it's obvious
from our previous conversation

that you have a very limited knowledge
of Frenchmen.

That obviously extends to marriage, huh?
French marriage in particular.

There has also been a letter.

Uh, Didi?
- Oh, oui. I too have had a letter, huh.

A Dear François letter.

My wife, I regret to say,
is in good spirit.

But my mistress is living
with a German sergeant.

Look, Phil, if a man tells you he can't
walk because he has just broken his leg,

you're, um, inclined to believe him, no?

Yeah.

Why don't we just
leave it like that?

You'll be doing me a great favour if
you will eventually get me to England.

Yes, of course.
When would you like to see our man?

As soon as possible.

Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Good luck.

What do you think?
- He's lost his nerve, hasn't he?

All clear.

I'll, uh, leave you to it.

Which one do I thank?

Please.

Cigarette?
- Ta.

You have much to learn, huh?
Very little time.

That is Louis.
He's the one that's going with you.

You must do everything
that he tells you, huh?

The first thing, uh,
have you a good head for height?

What do you think these are?
They're not ruddy Scotch mist, you know.

Oh, McDonald, how's it going?

It's bloody mad!
That's what's so beautiful about it.

It's so mad it's got to work.

You feel good about it?
- Oh, I'm on top of the world, literally.

But I cannae stop now.
We're practising all the time.

Now, knees. Remember, bend the knees
when you, uh, land.

Aye, aye, aye.

Here now, it's going to be dark
when we do this.

Good, good.

We, uh, thought we'd like to make
our contribution, so we made up these.

Possibly too heavy.
I'll have to consult with the others.

Well, they're yours if you need them.

We've, uh, put some extra men
on the rope making.

Some of the material we were using
didn't survive the test.

And the new papers?
- They'll be ready.

Anything else you need?

Polish. We need more polish.

I'll put George Brent onto that.
He makes a first class polish.

He's in the Guards.
How's the, uh, new recruit coming along?

He'd be perfect
if he could speak English.

Right. Now!

Okay.
- Relax.

Right. Next bit.

Now!

59 seconds tonight.
- And what are you working to?

The change of guard coincides
with a short blind period at dusk.

Just before the searchlights
are switched on.

We've been timing these changes
every night for three months.

It has never been more than 60 seconds
and never less than 57.

So that the maximum period
of darkness...

Ah! You mean the maximum period
of maximum darkness.

Yes.

It's 57 seconds to be on the safe side.

And then the searchlights come on?

It's not long to accomplish
what we have to in the time.

Take the string.
- Here we are.

Ready?

Oui.

Go!

That wasnae bad.
- No, not bad. Let's try it again.

I just told you the reason.
- We've all got reasons!

Look, the decision's been made.
McDonald's going and that's it.

So in our next scheme, we've got
to give up a place to a Frenchman?

That's right.
- I see.

So it's tomorrow night or never,
hey, Pat?

That's right.

Do they need a diversion?
- No, they've already got one set.

Only as a last resort.
They prefer nothing.

How do you rate it?
- I think it's an amazing idea.

Their preparations
have been very thorough,

they've left nothing to chance.

McDonald, uh, is he okay?
- Yeah, he's in good shape.

Money?
- Oh, enough, I think.

Food for three days
if he doesn't gorge himself.

There's a weight factor.

Weather, is that critical?
- No, not unless there's a high wind.

I think they're okay.
I hope it works for him.

Well, for both of them, really.

Yes, I hope so, too.

Especially McDonald.
He's got a lot to get home for.

Yes, I suppose he has.

Everything goes to those who push,
I'm told.

Yes, but I knew a chap once
who went on a tremendously long journey,

only to find, when he got home,

someone else's pack
hanging up in the hall.

The weather looks bad.

It might help.

Three minutes. Take your places.

Go!

Alarm! Alarm!

No good. Too much.

Let's crawl to the end.

Go on. Press on! Go! I'll manage.

They must have done it by now.
- Yes, they must.

McDONALD: God Almighty!
What'd you come back for, man?

For you! For you!
- Go, go! For God's sake, go!

Only one.

Yeah, but which one?

Brilliant, Colonel!

You are undoubtedly expecting me
to congratulate you.

You have now achieved your ambition.

A man, an officer under your command,
has been killed.

It's a victory for common sense. Hmm?

It's a valuable contribution
to the British war effort

and one less mouth to feed here
in Colditz.

But do not make the mistake
that I have brought you before me

to play the headmaster
to one of your public school games.

Because that is what your behaviour
to date suggests.

That war is... is a game!

That, uh, you can play
and break the rules and your word

merely to satisfy
your misguided sense of honor!

The only difference between your games
and the real facts of life

is that we use real bullets.

So now you can bury your dead

and prepare yourself
for your next game,

which may not be played with me,
but with members of the SS.

I do not even pity you, Colonel.
I cannot pity fools.

You may go.

Yes.

Well?

The prisoner, De Croissat,
has not been recaptured, sir.

Get me the Senior French Officer
immediately.

I want the French
and the British quarters searched...

Thoroughly! You understand?
- Yes, sir.

Find out how they did it!

Yes, Herr Kommandant.

Attention.

Everyone out of here, in the courtyard.

McDONALD: If anything
should happen to me,

I want you to find somebody else
and be happy with him.

I can't put it into words any more
than you can.

And I'm sorry I haven't been
a very good husband

or a very good soldier.

The important thing
is not to blame anybody.

I haven't learnt much,
but I have learnt that

Come.

We have discovered
those responsible, sir.

I'll see them in the morning.
Now get rid of these.

Take those.

See that they get directly
to the next of kin.

There's nothing of importance in them.
Good night, Hauptmann Ulmann.

Good night, Kommandant.