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(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ENGINE HUMMING)

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(ENGINE CHUGGING)

(MOTORCYCLE HORN HONKING)

(TRUCK HORN BLOWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

Take off your boots.

Now, look here, my good man,

we've come a long way, we've had a rough journey.

I think what we'd all like is a wash...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

This place smells. And it's damp!

And extremely overcrowded.

-Is it not, Buckle? -Sir.

-It isn't suitable at all. -No, sir.

-We shall remove ourselves. -Yes, sir.

(GRUNTS)

(GUARD GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ALARM RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

KOMMANDANT: Now, you want three cells?

ULMANN: They tried to stage a breakout.

So, I have to bring back my prisoners in order to accommodate yours.

Yes, Herr Kommandant.

It's out of the question.

Well, my orders are quite clear.

The town jail is to all intents and purposes part of this prison.

It was allocated to us by headquarters Dresden.

Kommandant, these men are British commandos.

I don't care who they are or where they go.

They are not on my strength, they're not entitled to my rations,

and I'm not wasting what small resources I have looking after them.

Now, contact your headquarters and arrange to have them removed.

Well, my headquarters are in Berlin.

I believe the telephone still stretches that far.

Very well.

I think that you will find on this occasion that you will be overruled.

-What happened? -I don't know.

-I thought you got 30 days. -They've just let me go.

-Damned odd. -What's that?

-CARTER: It's pretty expensive, sir. -Let's see...

Andersons, Aberdeen.

It looks like the sort of brogue worn by Highland officers of the kilt.

What about this one?

That I don't know. I've never seen one of those before.

It's got the war department marking on in the arrow there.

-Where did you get hold of it? -In the office.

I managed to pinch them as we filed out.

Two pairs of those and a pair of that one.

PRESTON: Did you manage to glimpse anybody?

WALKER: I couldn't see anyone at all.

Hello, Vaisey. Thanks for coming.

Well, you're one of the last into the bag.

What's this? Is this something new?

The new commando boot, sir. Standard issue.

Do go away.

I said there were to be no records.

-But this is just routine. -Those are my orders.

Yes, Hauptsumpuehrer .

I am returning to Dresden for further instructions.

In the meantime, I repeat,

no one is to be told that these men are here.

You will not discuss them with anyone. Not even with your comrades.

-Do I make myself clear? -Yes, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(VEHICLE ENGINE STARTING)

-He wants 1 00 marks for his trouble. -Well, then offer him 20.

Tell him the information is no good to us.

But it is.

Isn't it?

Yes. But it's important that he should think that it isn't.

So there really are three commandos down there.

CARTER: Yes, sir.

Has anybody seen this apart from you?

Only Captain Brent, sir. He made a deal for it.

All right, keep it to yourselves.

I'd like to tell the rest of the Escape Committee, sir.

No.

I suppose they'll take 'em out and shoot 'em, just like the last lot.

There's no evidence whatsoever that the last lot were shot.

I understand that Hitler ordered all commandos to be shot.

Sir.

Sir...

The last lot were gone before we found out they were commandos,

there was nothing we could do, but this time...

This time... What?

Surely we can do something.

What would you suggest, that we stage a demonstration?

That would no doubt cause quite a lot of bloodshed.

I don't think that'd do those chaps down there very much good, do you?

-Yes, sir. -I think you mean, ''No, sir.''

No, sir.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Well?

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -KOMMANDANT: Come.

Colonel Preston, sir.

At ease, Colonel.

This morning we discussed the forthcoming visit

of the Protecting Powers, in your case, the Swiss government.

Before that, Kommandant, there is something I would like to discuss.

-Yes? -Our rations are being depleted.

I don't understand, Colonel.

Your orderlies inform us that three British rations are

being taken daily to the town jail.

Our orderlies usually report to me, Colonel.

In that case, Kommandant, you are privy to the same information as I.

Please come to the point.

You are holding in solitary confinement in the town jail

three British commandos. Their names are...

Unlike you, Colonel, I do not know their names

because we are not holding them.

They are being held by the SD, the political wing of the SS.

They are British soldiers captured in battle,

as such, they are prisoners of war.

You are here this morning, Colonel, to discuss the forthcoming visit

of the Swiss mission.

May I remind you, Kommandant, that the town jail is considered,

for administrative purposes, to be part of this prison.

That means that you are responsible for those men's welfare, as I am.

I'd be failing in my duty if I did not bring that matter to your attention.

Very well, Colonel, you have now brought it to my attention.

May we please see to the matter in hand?

Kommandant, I ask that those men be brought up here to this castle

and be given their rights under the Geneva Convention, Section III,

which applies to all men captured in uniform.

You must understand my position.

These men are in transit. They're here for a very short while.

Even if it were possible on humanitarian grounds

to bring them up to the castle,

I would be overruled by another authority.

Now, that is the situation. I regret it. But there's nothing I can do about it.

Now, will you please take a seat, Colonel,

so that we can get on with the matter in hand?

Yes, of course.

Then it would be possible.

Good.

You're most kind.

Thank you so much. Yes.

Heil Hitler.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come.

Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if I may have a word with you?

-Of course. -Thank you, sir.

-Please sit down. -Thank you, sir.

Well?

I have been giving some thought to this matter of the commandos, sir.

I assume that Colonel Preston will continue to be troublesome.

Undoubtedly, he will bring it up

at the visit of the Protecting Power next week.

If they were to become involved,

the situation might prove embarrassing, sir.

Go on.

It occurs to me that I might be able to help

if I were to make a telephone call to the right quarters, you understand?

Possibly I could arrange for the transfer of the commandos here

on a temporary basis.

If that is your wish, sir.

Very well.

If you succeed, please let me know and I will inform Colonel Preston.

-Prominente Block. Rooms eight and nine. -Yes, Herr Major.

And you can dispense with the usual processing.

-It will not be necessary. -Yes, Herr Major.

As regards security, I thought I'd double the guard.

-The corridors... -That will not be necessary either.

See that they're made comfortable.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

-PRESTON: Come in. -They're here, sir.

-Where? -Prominente Block.

-Are you sure? -Yes, sir.

-Sir. -What about guards?

Well, nothing special. Just Wehrmacht.

That place is hard enough to get out of as it is.

-How soon can you get in there? -Sir, me?

Yes, you and the Escape Committee.

I would have thought that was right up your street,

breaking and entering, they've got to be debriefed.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -Come in.

Colonel Preston.

-Compliments of the Kommandant. -Thank you, Hauptmann.

You're right. They are there.

Kommandant's telling me so.

Now, why the hell has he changed his mind?

The Swiss visit?

Maybe.

I wouldn't give much for their chances once that visit is over.

We'll have to try and find some way of getting them out of there.

In seven days.

Well, if you don't, you'll have a riot on your hands.

I mean, the chaps aren't going to sit...

The chaps will do as they're told.

Look, Simon, things are going very badly in here.

Morale is low. We're neither winning this war and neither are we losing it,

which means the outlook is very depressing.

And what is worse, it's unutterably frustrating.

You know, as well as I do, they are men in here going slowly mad,

sometimes I think I'm one of them.

You introduce commandos into this. We all know that Hitler wants them shot.

Well, someone might find that a very good reason for getting killed.

''Kill them, kill us all,''

it has a certain barmy attraction about it, doesn't it?

Well, none of my officers are going to get killed in some futile gesture.

Because if the Germans want to kill those men,

they're going to kill them and there's nothing that we can do about it.

So just you get in there, debrief them and report back to me.

Yes, sir.

KOMMANDANT: From the Kommandant, Colditz to General Schetsil.

-You know the formalities. -Mmm-hmm.

Subject, British Commandos.

Herr General,

''I beg to report that on the 21 st of this month,

''three British commandos, particulars of whom are attached,

''were accommodated in Colditz town jail

''under the direction of the State Security Police, Berlin,

''and with a covering note from No.1 District, HQ, Berlin.

''This fact came to the notice of the senior British officer at this camp,

''and he has prevailed upon me to find more suitable accommodation

''for these men at the castle itself.

''This was done with the help of my Second in Command, Major Mohn.''

Paragraph.

''The presence of these commandos in Colditz constitutes a security risk

''and an embarrassment.''

(CLEARING THROAT) Paragraph.

''Hauptsumpuehrer Braun of the State Security Police,

''who was in charge of the escort party, has explained to me

''that his orders were approved by Army HQ, Berlin.

''But I have now ascertained,

''on the personal examination of the orders

''that they are countersigned by the political authority only.''

Paragraph.

''I would be glad of clarification in this matter.

''Are the commandos ultimately a Wehrmacht responsibility?

''If so, why are they not equipped with documents relating to prisoners of war?''

Paragraph.

''Finally, as you can see from the attached copies,

''the transit documents for these men show no ultimate destination.''

Address to General Schetsil and mark it personal.

I shall only want one copy.

See that it's dated, sealed and placed in my safe.

(SERGEANT SPEAKING FRENCH)

Will we do, Sergeant?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Your shoe, Major, will be returned to you in due course.

I don't want it in due course, I want it now!

Sergeant Arbuckle and I are

hopping about like a couple of flaming flamingos.

-I'm sorry, they have been mislaid. -You mean stolen?

Not by any of my men, but it is possible.

-By whom then? -Most likely an Englishman.

It is highly unlikely that one Englishman is going to steal

another Englishman's shoes.

If he did, he would most certainly steal the pair.

He may be dishonest, but he's not daft.

The incident has been reported to the Kommandant.

That doesn't close the matter. I want a full investigation

as to why it was taken, where it was taken

and who was responsible for taking it.

All I can repeat is that the Kommandant is aware of the matter.

Excuse me, sir. Are you Major Trumpington?

-Yes. Who the devil are you? -I'm Flight Lieutenant Carter, sir...

Have you got any means of identification?

Sir, you're a prisoner in the Prominente Block of Colditz Castle.

I've been sent up here to see if you're all right.

I'm far from all right. Some blighter's stolen my brogue.

Yes, we have it.

Everything all right?

-Yeah. -Good.

I want your story and we haven't got much time.

I got a name and number, and that's all.

-I'm sorry, Sergeant... -You're wasting your time, mate.

Look, the SBO got you out of that hellhole down the road

and we'll get you out of here if you give us the chance.

-Where's the major? -He's just along the corridor.

-Can I get to see him? -Not a hope.

We're risking our necks as it is.

We can't talk, can we, Godbolt?

Look, the regulations say name, rank and number, and that's all.

It's all very well, old boy, but first you steal my shoe

and then you tell me you're an officer in the Royal Air Force.

I mean, you don't look like one.

You're dressed up like some sort of froggy and your finger nails are filthy.

Well, the Senior British Officer usually does the debriefings himself,

but, in your case, the matter is urgent.

You've only been transferred to this castle for a short while.

If we are to be in a position to help you,

we have to know who you are.

Once we have determined who you are we can report your presence here

to the Swiss authorities.

We can also send any message to London that you might want.

How can you do that?

I'm sorry, sir. Can't tell you that.

Well, I'm sorry, but if the Senior British Officer wants to see me,

he can come here in person.

Oh, damn it!

I suppose it was only to be expected. They're bound to be cagey.

The Major's one of those bung ho types

the war seems to have brought out of mothballs.

He overdoes it a bit.

-Do you think he's a fake? -No, sir.

He's a phoney all right, but I don't think Trumpington's a fake.

Well, we're going to have to have another go at him, aren't we?

Yes, sir.

You don't mean Jumbo Trumpington?

All we know is his name's Trumpington.

Well, I knew a fellow called Trumpington once...

-Where? -Pirbright.

Lasted about six weeks before the guards threw him out.

Well, this chap's a major. He's in the Highland regiment.

And he's attached to the commandos.

DOWNING: That doesn't sound too much like Jumbo.

He was so awful, he couldn't be attached to anywhere.

Well, that's him.

PRESTON: All right, Tim, if you think you know him,

you'd better have a go at him.

And try and impress on him

we're just doing all we can to help. Okay?

-When's the next opportunity? -Tonight.

-I'll tell you what worries me. -What worries you?

You know that little oblong bit in the pay book,

where it says, ''Advise next of kin?''

Yeah, what about it?

I deleted me wife's name.

-I wrote in Mabel Lucy Attswell. -Who's she?

Well, for one thing, she's not me wife.

Oh. Is that what worries you?

Yeah. Bothers me a lot that.

Well, whose wife is she then? Mabel, I mean.

I don't think, Godbolt, you quite understand.

Tell me, what happens to your pay when you're a prisoner of war?

-They keep it for you. -For how many years?

You're taking a long term view, aren't you, son?

-We could be dead tomorrow. -Never.

Have you got it?

Well, which one is it?

-Lord, this is going to take all night. -No, it won't. No. Come on.

(DOOR KNOB RATTLING)

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

-Got you! -I...

(GRUNTING)

Shut up, you fool.

-Jim, they're English. -Shut up, you fool.

-You all right. -I think we got the wrong room.

You'll be all right, mate.

-DOWNING: Jumbo? -Who's that?

Me, Downing. Tim Downing.

-(CHUCKLING) Downing. -Hello, old man.

-I've come to have a little chat. -You alone?

-No. I've got Dick Player with me. Navy. -Oh.

-Here. Brought you a tod. -Oh, that is very considerate of you.

Cheers.

-I mean, this is... -Yeah?

Well, it's very enterprising.

-Where did they nab you? -Belgian border.

-How about you? -Somewhere near Boulogne.

They landed us in the wrong place, we didn't get to where we were going to,

and we lost half the men. It was a total disaster.

Never mind, old man, I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

Yes, it was. I had this boring job at the War House.

-I met old Dickie Frenchie. -Ah.

And Dickie Frenchie said, ''Would you like to go to Boulogne?''

''Yes,'' I said. I had visions of coming home with a huge Camembert.

Instead I got involved in one of the most horrible shambles

that's ever been my luck to encounter.

I was reduced to running around in the dark,

blowing my whistle, being shot at by tanks, do you mind?

Look, anyway. Jumbo, we're all here to help.

How?

Have you ever been documented, fingerprinted or photographed?

No.

Have you given any information other than your name or rank?

No.

We have orders to try and get you out of here

-as soon as possible. -But how?

Suppose you leave that to us.

Well, the fact is I put in a few ideas of my own.

Now listen.

We need to buy time. Ask to write a letter.

Write to someone at home. If possible, someone important.

The Jerrys are far more cautious if they find they're dealing with VIPs.

Well, come on, Jumbo. You must know bags of people in the government.

-Of course I do, old boy. -Well, drop them a line.

OFFICER: ''Just a few lines to say that I got banged at Boulogne.

''So I'm not able to bring back the claret I promised you.

''We have been taken to Colditz Castle.

''This is an early example of railway Gothic

''much in need of modernisation.

''The commanding officer of the prison is a Colonel...''

That's enough.

It says, ''Dear Winston.''

Are you suggesting that he is a personal friend

of the British Prime Minister?

It is addressed 1 0 Downing Street.

Are you further suggesting that this raid on the French coast

was inspired by nothing more than

Herr Churchill's desire for a case of claret?

-Return the letter. -On what grounds, Major?

On the grounds that he is not permitted to describe

German military installations or German personnel.

Jawohl, Herr Major.

Ulmann.

Order of the day.

All night passes are cancelled until further notice.

Yes, sir.

There's no chance of getting them away.

And with the amount of time we have to prepare,

it's more than likely they'd be recaptured

and handed right back to the SD.

We don't want that to happen. They'd just shoot them out of hand.

One thing that might work, sir, would be to fake their escape.

Well, we know we can get them out of the Prominente Block.

We could then hide them in one of our ghost holes.

There's nobody under the pulpit in the chapel.

That would give us enough time to prepare them,

so that if we could get 'em out,

they'd have good chance of getting back to England.

The only trouble with a fake escape, Simon,

is that any hint of it being a dummy

and the SD will be crawling all over this place.

Remember they consider those commandos

their personal property.

They'd come back in here and take this castle apart stone by stone.

We could make it look convincing by staging a real escape the same night.

No. No, it's too risky.

Anyone who is captured would give the game away immediately.

You know, Simon, there is a way around this,

but I don't think the committee will like it very much.

CARTER: You remember the way you went out of the castle

-with Pat and Phil? -Mmm.

Well, I want you to do it again, using exactly the same route.

-Which will... -What's that?

-Oh, yeah, I forgot you weren't here. -Get the maps.

CARTER: Show him.

PLAYER: Now, look here. British quarters, right?

The end of the kitchen's here,

through into the German courtyard, into the pit,

through the ventilation shaft here, up onto the moat here,

down the moat to the exercise park and over to...

Right. However, this time, when you get to the exercise park,

you make a hole in the wire, the perimeter wire,

and you come back into the exercise park.

You wait out the night there and we bring you back the next day

with the exercise party.

So, in fact, you're asking me to give away our best route

for nothing more than a dummy run!

It's a waste, Simon.

If we're going to hide those three commandos

successfully in this castle,

enough evidence has to be left behind

to convince the Germans that they've escaped.

By giving away this particular route? There must be an alternative.

CARTER: Give me one. One that's guaranteed to work.

-But we've proved this route works. -Exactly.

Well, you can count me right out.

-Vaisey? -I'll do it.

But I'm not going through all that lot for nothing.

Once I reach the wire, I go all the way.

-All right, Tim? -So I agree.

It's absurd to pass up that chance.

George?

-Why don't you do it? -If you take this job, I will.

Simon.

I still don't understand why he has to come back in again.

Once he's cut a hole in the wire, why not keep going?

All right. Consider the odds.

From here to the kitchen, they're in our favour.

From the kitchen to the German courtyard,

there's 50/50 chance of being caught.

From the German courtyard to the moat.

The pit should present no problem,

nor should getting into the exercise park.

But once you're through that perimeter wire,

with the dogs, the lights and the additional sentries,

there's a 1 5 to 1 chance against getting clear.

Now, as I said before, the Germans, it's essential that they believe that

those three commandos have escaped from the castle.

Now, if our bloke is caught 1 00 yards from the wire, all on his own,

he'll give the whole game away.

I'll do it.

Well, Jumbo isn't going to thank you or anyone else for that matter.

Risking their necks if it's going to be for nothing.

Thanks, George.

I'll take you through the route.

CARTER: Good.

Right. Then that's it then.

Here. Pin that back on the wall.

That's just about my speed, a dummy escape.

Simon, you have thought, haven't you,

that this whole thing may just be a setup,

and old Jumbo is the tethered goat?

-How soon can you be ready? -24 hours, sir.

I've heard they're going to be taken off the ration strength at a.m. Thursday.

Can you do it in 1 2 hours?

(WHISPERS) Right. Get on with it.

(BELL DINGING)

(METAL CLANGING)

So, I find you still up, Herr Major.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Stand at ease.

Always on duty.

-How was your conference, sir? -A waste of time.

-I thought you might stay the night. -No, I wanted to get back.

I hear you've stopped all home leave.

For the time being, yes, sir.

Is this a disciplinary matter? In which case I could've been informed.

-You were not here, sir. -Nevertheless.

(MOHN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Earlier this week I arranged for the transfer of the commandos here

at your request.

I don't see the connection.

It occurred to me that their presence here

provided an ideal opportunity to force Colonel Preston's hand.

He's aware of the Fuhrer's speech.

He must now be under great pressure to get them out.

And in the short time available to him, he must choose his best route.

You mean you deliberately created this situation?

Herr Oberst, in taking up my post here, I read your records.

There were a number of escapes last year which were never explained.

Perhaps tonight we shall find the answer to at least one of them.

I am reassured, Herr Major, to find that as usual,

you are motivated by duty rather than compassion.

Thank you, sir.

I must warn you that I am taking a record of this conversation on paper

-and shall ask you to sign it. -As you wish, sir.

I wish to make it quite clear

that, in my absence, you have deliberately created a situation

in order to provoke an escape attempt.

I am assured, sir, that any such attempt

would not have the slightest chance of success.

Yes, I agree with you.

The chances are that they'll be shot long before that.

Perhaps that was your intention.

My intention was, and is, sir, to discover the route by which

Captain Grant and his friends escaped from this castle.

A route which will undoubtedly be used again and again.

You intentions, Major, are admirable.

Your methods disgust me.

Sir, during the winter campaign of last year,

in which I had the honour to take part,

the Russians shot our officers out of hand and we shot theirs.

Undoubtedly, that will also disgust you.

But that is war, as I and many others now know it.

And there are few, if any, rules.

Hey, give me a hand.

Well.

George is away.

-When are we going? -Not until 03:00.

I want to give him time to get to the wire.

Vaisey said that Trumpington didn't

make his usual complaint about the food last night.

Perhaps he's getting used to it.

Usually he shouts ''Pigswill'' and chucks it across the cell.

Tim thinks he's no longer there.

Yeah.

(BELL RINGING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

There is no movement in the Prominente Block.

But the guard reports

sighting someone on the roof of the Kommandantur courtyard.

As you ordered, he didn't challenge.

-Where? -Here.

(GUARDS SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(FOOTSTEPS SOUNDING)

-Sit down, Ulmann. -Thank you, sir.

Well.

What is your appreciation of the situation?

I cannot see the connection between this escape and the commandos.

However, the guard did see someone.

It may well have been one of the three.

In normal circumstances I would now sound an alarm.

But there are no risks in allowing the situation to develop?

None, Herr Major.

The walls are covered by the guards as far as the clock tower.

That leaves only the sewage pit.

Then there is no need to sound the alarm.

(PHONE RINGING)

Ulmann.

Very well, carry on.

There is no news.

If they wanted to be clear by daybreak,

they would have had to have started by now.

I must confess.

I am disappointed.

It appears that I may have overestimated

both their courage and their resourcefulness.

Is there any further news on the sighting in the courtyard?

No.

(BELL RNGING)

MOHN: You may stand down if you wish, Ulmann.

I shall wait.

I shall wait all night if necessary.

Thank you, sir, but I think I shall wait for you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Ulmann.

Yes.

Yes?

(DOG BARKING)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(GUN COCKING)

(WHISPERS) Jumbo!

Jumbo, wakey, wakey! Wakey, wakey!

(DOOR BANGING)

(GUARD SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(GRUNTING)

It's very bad manners of you, Mr Player, to keep me waiting.

Major Trumpington and his men

have been transferred to the detention block

until their transport arrives.

-They're leaving Colditz? -Yes.

-On whose orders? -SD, Berlin.

I would like to speak with Lieutenant Player, please.

He's under arrest.

Naturally so are Captains Brent and Downing.

As for the commandos, I know you've been anxious for their welfare.

I have been supplied with copies of the order

for their transfer to Oflag 1 7.

So, you see, your fears were groundless.

Kommandant, I insist that one of your men accompany them.

Now, really, Colonel...

I still hold you responsible for their safety.

Colonel Preston, these orders are explicit.

They are correct. These men are to be transferred.

MOHN: With your permission, sir, if it will allay the Colonel's anxiety,

I shall be happy to escort the prisoners myself.

(TRUCK ENGINE SOUNDING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(MEN CHEERING)

-Major Trumpington. -Yes, sir.

How do you do? My name is Preston. I'm the Senior British Officer.

This is just to wish you luck really.

I'm sorry if my bellowing disturbed you, Colonel,

but it seemed to be the most and least I could do.

(MOTORCYCLE DRIVING OFF)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

We have dug the grave as you ordered, sir.

-These men are under your command? -Of course.

Tell them to get out of the way.

Excuse me, Herr Major.

These men have orders.

-What orders? -Corporal.

To escort the prisoners from here on.

Your orders.

You were aware of these orders before we left Colditz?

-Yes. -Why was I not informed?

This is a delicate business, Herr Major, as I am sure you will understand.

Very well.

I will have the prisoners transferred.

Oh, that is being done now.

You will, of course, wish to return to Colditz immediately.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Run for it.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Corporal.

Shot whilst trying to escape. You are a witness.

-Yes, sir. -Clear up everything.