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[marching drums pounding]

[title booms] [bleak music]

[plane swishes]

[date booms] [plane buzzes]

[guns firing]

[foreboding music]

- Trouble?

- [sighs] Don't ask. We on?

- Listen.

[plane roars overhead]

- Follow her lead, and you'll be fine.

- [Annette] Okay.

- Let's get to it.

[shells whistle]

- Here we go. Call it in, lad.

- Yes, Sir.

- It's Sarge, Waters, or Sergeant, not Sir.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Sir.

Whiskey, seven, delta. Whiskey, seven, delta.

Rat's in the trap. I repeat: rat is in the trap.

- She be all right?

- She'll do. Is Norman set up?

- Not quite, Sergeant.

I was thinking maybe over there,

but I thought I'd check in with you.

- Do I look like your mom, Carter?

- No, Sir.

- Well, get that gun up there right away.

- Yes, Sarge. Norms.

- Come on, then, Marlena, we've got a job to do.

- "Marlena"? Sometimes you scare me, Norman.

- It's a Germanic name, Sarge.

Just trying to make our guests feel at home.

[Carter laughs]

- Fucking hell.

[guns firing]

- Sarge.

How's that?

- You'll never learn, will you, Reg.

- Heh. - Don't understand, Sarge.

Ha, I just don't know how he does it.

- Best not to ask, son. Our Leach moves in nefarious ways.

- Oi. What's that mean?

- Ah, the Jerries have come to call, lads.

Stir your stumps.

Where's Harris?

[urine spatters] - That way.

- Fuck sake, Fred, put it away.

- Sorry, Sarge. When you got to go and all that.

- [Mason] Oh, can ya at least try and hold it in

for the next 20 minutes, all right?

- Don't worry, Sarge. We got this.

Best of the best and all that.

- Yep, just try not to die, yeah?

- [Harris] Mm.

- This is gonna be tight.

- Mason, you're late.

- Sorry, Sir, had a little trouble with our French comrades.

Target will be with us in less than a minute.

- Will they do, Mason?

- Sir?

- This ramshackle lot.

I mean, are they really the best you could find?

- Work with what you've got, Sir.

- Not the command I'd hoped for, not at all.

- Sir, the target.

- Ah, yes, of course, have Waters call it in.

- I've already taken the liberty, Sir.

- Of course, you did. [clears throat]

- And Sir, may I suggest

that when this kicks off it might be best

if you just stay back, just in case.

- Just in case of what?

- So that you can direct the battle, marshal the men,

if you get my meaning, Sir.

- [tuts] Thank you, Sergeant Mason.

Yes, I believe I do get your meaning.

May I remind you that this is my operation?

The plan is good and will go like clockwork,

assuming that you and your men follow your orders.

Now, do you get my meaning, Sergeant?

- Yes, Sir, don't worry about the lads. They know the job.

- Good. See that they stick to it.

Don't let me keep you, Sergeant Mason.

- Sir.

- Ah. [shell whistles]

[birds squawk]

- Gotta be something pretty special.

Secret weapon. Black bag job, maybe?

- Nah, mate, I got a look at the Henry's map last night.

There's a German garrison less than 15 miles down the road.

- So?

- I reckon the brass wants to hit 'em where it hurts.

When was the last time you saw a wage packet?

Jerry's been getting paid on the regular, though, I'll bet.

They're efficient, that lot.

- Wages truck.

- Reg, mate, I think we've earned ourselves a bonus.

- Oh, bloody hell.

- You all right there, Sir?

- Quite alright, thank you, Sergeant.

- [Carter] Incoming.

[intense music]

- Why isn't she firing?

Take the bloody shot.

- She will when she's ready, Sir.

[apprehensive music]

[gun bangs]

[horn honks]

[soldier speaks in German]

[gun bangs]

Argh.

- Down, boy.

[tense music]

- What're we waiting for?

- She's just making safe, Sir.

- They're down. What more do you need?

- Just give her a minute, Sir. She knows what she's doing.

- I've had quite enough of this.

Can't sit around all day waiting on bloody women.

Come on, gentlemen.

- Sir. - We have a prize to secure.

- Reg, now's our chance.

- What?

- Payday.

- Leach. Leach, no.

Harris, Norman, uh, don't bloody move.

If anyone comes round that corner, hose 'em.

- Sarge. - Sarge.

- [Reg] He's toast.

- Aye, this one, too.

She's some yoke, ain't she?

[apprehensive music]

[gloomy music]

Right, jump up.

Grab whatever you can. Stuff your pockets.

I'll hold up the brass.

- Righto, boss.

Oh, fuck.

[flamethrower roars]

- Reg, no.

- Ambush.

- Sneaky bastards.

- [Soldier] Argh. Urgh.

[Annette pants]

[gun bangs]

- Argh. [soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[thrilling music]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Leach] Uh, urgh. Argh.

- Cover us!

- Argh.

- Argh. - Leach.

- [Leach] Argh.

- Fucking dozens of 'em.

- What do we do?

- Get him out of here.

Fucking have this.

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Soldier] Argh.

- Ton fusil!

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Soldier] Argh.

[Ines speaks in French]

- [Carter] Come on, then, let's go.

- [Leach] Argh.

- [Mason] Urgh.

- Lost your nerve, Sergeant?

We have a job to do.

Come on, lads, follow me.

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Waters] Argh.

- [Soldier] Argh.

- [Harris] Coming through.

- [Leach] Gah. Urgh.

[Norman shouts indistinctly]

- Go, go, go. - Urgh.

- Come on.

- [Harris] Go, go, go, go,

go. - Move.

- Go. - Move.

- [Harris] On me.

- [Mason] Move.

- [Harris] Go, go, go, go,

go. - Move.

- Go. - Move.

- On me.

- [Norman] Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Come on.

Norman.

- [Norman] Sarge.

- Get rid of him.

- [Leach] Urgh, argh. Argh.

- [Norman] Urgh, come on.

- [Leach] Argh.

- Incoming.

[gunfire]

Covering fire!

- [Soldier] Argh.

- Let's go.

- [Annette] Gah. Gah.

- Go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

- [Leach] Argh. Uh, argh, urgh.

- [Norman] Argh.

- [Harris] Go.

- [Mason] Move.

Move back.

- [Leach] Urgh, argh.

- [Harris] Go, go, go.

- [Norman] Over here.

[gloomy music]

- Argh, aw, oh,

ah, cheers, big man, urgh, aw.

- How you doing, lad?

- Oh, I reckon I'm a goner, Sarge.

- Let's have a look. Hmm.

- How fucked am I, Harry?

- On a scale of one to 10.

- Aye, sure, why not?

- I say somewhere between Jessie-

- [Leach] Ah?

- And big girl's blouse.

- Gah, big red balls!

- Sorry to report the patient's gonna make it, Sarge.

- Really? Damn.

- What about the lieutenant?

- Do you feel like going back for him? Hmm?

- No, Sarge.

- They bloody knew we was coming.

- Eh, eh, leave it, Harris.

- It wasn't my people.

- Well, it wasn't bloody ours.

- [Mason] Well, either way, we're in trouble.

[mouth squelches]

- [Leach] Urgh.

- Radios went down with Waters.

We got no coms. We're on our own.

Can you help us?

- Maybe, but uh, I'll need time, something you don't have.

- Look, we're going anywhere fast, are we?

- Okay, I'll send word.

- [Leach] Ah.

- Dig in. Hold them off as long as you can.

- Look, we can't hold 'em here. It's too open.

There's no space anywhere. They'd be all over us.

- I think I know a place.

- No.

- Head north, past the old church.

- Watch our back.

- Okay.

- Okay, let's move.

Carter with me.

- [Leach] Oh.

Come on, boy.

- [Carter] Urgh, come on. [groans]

- [Leach] Argh. Argh.

- [Carter] Come on.

- [Mason] Bruise and all.

[tense music]

[soldier speaks in German]

- Shit.

Urgh.

[brick clack]

[bird caws]

[foreboding music]

- [Mason] Come on, lads.

Watch it. Watch it.

[eerie music]

Come on.

Come on, come on.

- Argh. - Let's go. Let's go.

- Argh. - Come on.

Come on.

We're gonna have a brew there.

Think of that brew, huh?

You think of that brew boys. Come on.

[eerie music]

- Something ain't right.

- Like what?

- Those two. Doing all the scouting for us?

- Yeah, they're our guides. Remember, Fred?

- Maybe. I heard the resistance cut the hair off traitors.

- What? You reckon she's a collaborator? [laughs]

Come on, mate, let's go.

- I'm just saying.

It ain't normal.

- [Mason] A little bit further and you can smell that brew.

- [Leach] Oh, I'm okay, man.

[despairing music] - Let's take a break, lads.

- [Leach] Argh.

- [Mason] Ah.

- Argh. - Put your head against this.

- [Leach] Ah.

- You all right? - Ah.

- Here. We got you, lad.

We'll get that cup of tea for ya, yeah?

- [Leach] Ha.

- She's coming back in, Sarge.

- Oh yeah?

I know. I know.

They're catching up. How far?

- Uh- - Huh?

- For us to get there, about two hours with him.

For them to catch us, about 30 minutes.

You know what we have to do.

- Sarge, we can't leave him.

- Look, Fred, gimme a minute, yeah. [pats]

Just gimme a minute. [eerie music]

[misty music]

Leach, you still got that paint

you half-inched of Jonesie?

- I didn't nick nothing, Sarge. That was fair and square.

- No, have you still got it?

- Norm's got it.

- Norm.

- [Norman] Sarge.

- I'm gonna need you and that paint, lad,

and someone find me some nails.

[restrained music]

- [Carter] How's Norman know German?

- His mom works down the docks. [laughs]

- His mother's in the import-export business.

Ain't that right, lad? Huh?

- That's right, Sarge.

- She welcomes 'em in and waves 'em right back out again.

[Mason laughs] [Norman laughs]

- All right, let's move out.

Quick as ya like, lads.

If this works, it won't work for very long.

[desolate music]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German] [soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- There. Look.

- [Mason] Really?

- That's your idea?

Not exactly secret, is it?

- Aye, catch yourself on.

First bloody place the Jerries'll look.

- Easy, lads.

What d'you think, Sarge?

- Maybe she's right.

Hide in plain sight.

- It's a bit of a bloody gamble.

- [Mason] It's what you're best at, eh?

Got a better idea? Hmm?

Let's go.

- [Norman] Come on, hop along.

[intimidating music]

- Know this place?

- The farmer was my cousin.

He was one of us once.

- So he'll help us?

- The SS caught him,

shot him in front of his family to make an example,

and they slit his throat,

tied him to a farm post, and used him as target practice.

Nobody lives here now.

- Hmm, she's cheerful.

- Let it rest.

- Hmm, shouldn't we say something?

- Like what?

- Dunno, s-something,

just anything, just, uh-

- She'll be fine.

- Yeah, I know, but...

- But?

[lighter flicks]

[lighter clacks]

I don't know if you've noticed, Carter,

but there's a war going on.

People do horrible shit to each other.

Right now, we got a messed-up girl

that's got a passion for fucking up Germans,

and that's exactly what we need.

We could do with a few more like her.

We're gonna get outta this.

Come on.

- Ya see, the thing ya have to understand

about the sergeant, Carter,

he's struggling with a heavy burden.

- Really?

- Oh yeah.

You wouldn't know it to just look at him,

but our Sergeant Mason is carrying a deep dark secret.

- Tell me.

- Not sure now's the time.

- Aw, no, no, no, no, no, no, nah, come on,

you can't say something like that and leave me hanging.

- Hmm, yeah, alright.

You have to swear not to tell no one, right?

- Uh, uh, course. Listen, on my honor.

- Ya see, the thing about the sarge.

- Yeah.

- He's a miserable twat. [laughs]

Come on, we better get shifting.

Don't want to be left behind.

- [laughs] Come on, dickhead, keep up, he-he-he. Argh.

[hushed music]

[grass rustles]

- [Mason] Clear.

[music fades]

- [Norman] Urgh.

- [Leach] Argh.

- Urgh. - Argh.

Ha, thanks, mate.

- You'd do the same.

- Not a chance.

- Heh. - Ha. Ah.

[Annette sighs]

- Looks good.

- Safe enough.

[apprehensive music]

[horse snorts]

- Psst, Sarge.

[grass rustles]

- [Mason] Thought you said this place was deserted.

- It was.

- Sarge.

- [Mason] Smoke.

[menacing music]

[barrow squeaks]

[gun clicks]

Turn around, and put your fucking hands up.

[brickmaker speaks in French]

- [Mason] What's he saying?

[Annette speaks in French]

[brickmaker speaks in French]

[Ines speaks in French]

- Drop it. - Drop it. Drop it.

Drop it. Drop it.

[gun butt thuds]

[knife clangs]

[Annette speaks in French] [brickmaker speaks in French]

[Julien speaks in foreign language]

[Julien speaks in French]

[Annette speaks in French]

- Who is he?

- Ah, you're English.

- And you're not French.

- You observe well, mademoiselle. I am Belgian.

- Frenchy.

Stand down, boys.

[music fades]

What you doing here?

- I could ask the same of you.

Today has not been a good day for you, I think.

- [Mason] You could say that.

- I have coffee.

Put down your weapons.

I'm thinking you need a drink.

- Milk and sugar?

- [sighs] There is no hope for the English.

[glimmering music]

- Sorry, mate. No hard feelings.

[tranquil music]

- [Harris] What you doing, Leach?

- Heh, heh, hey.

Argh, what d'ya think?

- Pretty neat.

You'll be doing a palais glide in no time.

[Leach laughs]

- Aye, chance'd be a fine thing.

Oh, been a few years since me and Reg cut a rug

at the Hammersmith Palais.

Now, he, he was a proper ladies' man.

- Yeah, did pretty well for a short-arse.

[Leach laughs] [Norman laughs]

- Aye, aye, he said that was his secret weapon.

Said they couldn't see him coming.

[Norman laughs]

Aye, guess his luck ran out.

- [Norman] Yeah.

- Poor bastard.

- Tch, aye.

- Still, ha, think this'll do the trick.

I think I could give you a run for your money, old man.

- Ah, I'll let ya have that one, mate.

You know I haven't run anywhere since at least, ooh, 1935.

[Norman laughs]

- Come on, then, let's go for a dander.

- Let's.

- Argh.

- Easy.

- Mm-hmm. Argh.

Sarge. Argh.

- So what you doing here?

- This farm belonged to the nephew of my friend.

He, uh, used the kiln for the local village.

He make, uh, pots, bowls,

[chuckles] everything but uh, no more.

- No, I heard.

So you're a potter.

- Uh, in some ways.

[sighs] I understand enough.

These days, there's many buildings needs repair,

and materials are hard to find,

so I make the bricks.

- You know, the smoke gives you away.

- I had not thought of that,

but no one comes here now.

- Until now.

- Well, ha ha, yes. Ah.

- Listen,

we're gonna have to take your truck.

[menacing music]

- [Julien] I cannot permit that.

- It wasn't a request.

- That truck is very important to me.

The war has taken much from my people.

Without that, there is no shelter.

- You do understand I could just take it.

- Yes, Sergeant, you could.

- But.

- But I am thinking you are not that kind of soldier.

I'm right?

- Huh,

keep it.

I'd probably just crash the bloody thing anyway.

Still haven't got used to being

on the wrong side of the road and all that,

but it does mean we'll be with yer for a while longer

till I figure something out.

- [sighs] Captain Mason.

- Sergeant.

- Sergeant Mason, we are not unsympathetic to your cause.

Actually, we are very happy for help

from all our allies, but-

- But ya want us out of here.

- It would be for the best.

It's just that-

- The area's crawling with Germans,

and they don't take kindly to locals helping out the enemy.

I get it, yep.

Believe me, I wanna be out of here, too,

but I'm pretty low on options right now.

[ominous music]

My guide has a contact in Nabille.

She'll be with us shortly.

We'd be out of your hair by morning.

- Nabille is a difficult journey when there is no war.

Why would she go there now?

You trust her?

- What other options do I have, eh?

- [tuts] Let me see your map.

Here is Nabille. See?

- Of course.

- When were you last there?

- Uh, a week ago maybe.

- Ah, we went through two days ago when we come here.

There is checkpoints here and here

and patrols everywhere.

- She's the local.

- He clearly knows more than me.

- I do not think you should go to Nabille.

- So what do we do, then?

- Here in the North is a railway.

Uh, the Germans use it for supplies.

Follow here, and you may arrive at the river.

- [Mason] Mm-hmm.

- And then, what? - We find a boat.

[Julien speaks in French]

- [Annette] Mm-hmm.

- You can be out of the danger in 36 hours.

- Or dead in three

if they catch us crossing the railway line.

- [Julien] Uh. [sighs]

- You really want rid of us, don't you? Hmm?

- You want me to lie?

- What do you think?

- What about him?

- [Mason] What do you reckon, Harris?

- Don't worry. He'll do.

- Okay.

- Much obliged for your hospitality.

Hope it doesn't end you up in trouble.

- Good luck, Sergeant.

I hope the journey is over soon.

[Mason chuckles]

- Ready?

- Yes, Sarge.

- Hold on. Where's Harris?

- Heh, guess.

- [Carter] Harris, get over here.

- Gimme a second, man.

- Can't it wait?

- When you get to my age, you'll understand.

[tense music]

Oh, shithouse.

[soldier speaks in foreign language]

Stand tall.

- Leg it.

- Never been one for running.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Covering fire.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in foreign language]

[soldier speaks in foreign language]

- [Soldier] Urgh.

[bars clang]

- [Soldier] Argh.

- [Harris] Urgh.

- Harry.

[Mason speaks indistinctly]

- Fred. Fred, Fred.

Fred. Fuck.

- You bastards.

[Carter speaks indistinctly]

- Argh.

- Leach! Leave it!.

- [indistinct] Argh.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Come on boy! Come on boy!

- We need to run.

- No chance. Leach ain't gonna run anywhere.

There's open fields all around.

They'll cut us down before we get to cover.

- Then we go for the truck.

- Fucking do it. Go.

- [Annette] Come on.

- [Mason] Do it.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German] [soldier speaks in German]

- Aw, shit. - There.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Argh, fuck you.

- Right, if you keep their heads down,

I'll start her up, back up to the barn, okay?

- Okay. - Okay?

- Be quick.

[engine sputter]

- Argh.

[Annette speaks indistinctly]

[engine wheezes]

Shit.

Empty.

- Go. Go.

- [Carter] Now, Annette. Now.

[soldier speaks in German]

[gleaming music]

[soldier speaks in German]

[brooding music]

- Godspeed, mate.

- [Norman] Uh.

- [Leach] Fuck.

- [Norman] Uh.

- Looks good.

- Should soak up some of the damage

but won't hold them forever.

- Ammo?

- Just over 300 rounds, enough to ruin their day.

- Good work.

- [Carter] Sarge. Aw.

- Trouble?

- Tank's dry.

- Why is nothing ever bloody easy?

- [Carter] What now?

- Do what we do best,

being a pain in the arse for the Krauts.

- [Carter] Oh, what's the plan.

- Smokes and frags, half a dozen of each.

- Ooh, that's not a lot.

- Mason.

[suspenseful music]

We have a problem.

- What's up?

- [Ines] They appear to be inviting their friends.

- [Mason] Not exactly ideal.

- Hold on.

- [Mason] Thought we'd have more time

before they got the word out. [soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- No use crying over spilled milk.

- I do not understand.

- Uh, it's an English thing.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Mason] Here they come.

- [Soldier] Argh.

- Carter.

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Mason] With me.

- Covering fire.

- [Annette] Go.

[apprehensive music]

[soldier speaks in German] [soldier speaks in German]

- [Soldier] Urgh.

- Argh.

[tense music]

- [Mason] Ooh, lovely.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Down. Fuck.

Light a match, Cart.

Ready?

- [Carter] Gah.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Move.

- [Norman] Lergh, largh.

- [Soldier] Argh.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Ah.

- You thinking of taking a break, Sarge?

- Well, I could do with one, even if they don't.

[canister scrapes] [canister echoes]

What's that old buzzard up to?

Ah, well, full marks to the old boy, uh,

but I'm hoping he'll give us a lift.

Missus doesn't like me staying out too late.

[gun bangs] - Argh. Urgh.

- Bloody hell.

Uh, you got a girl waiting for ya, Carter?

- What, Sarge? Oh, nah, nah.

No, not me, Sarge.

- Heh, well, it's probably best all things considered, huh?

Ah, now, what about that lift?

- Horses. What about the horses?

- Well, that'd solve the Leach problem, yeah.

You up for it?

- Yeah, yeah, smoke again?

- Ah, it worked last time. Come on.

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Leach] Why aren't they just blowing the hell out of us?

- How's your bowling arm, Leach?

- Ah, I'll manage, Sarge.

- And move.

- Uh, argh, argh. Argh.

Wait for it. Wait for it

Follow me, Leach.

One, two, Carter, go. Ready?

- Ready.

- [Mason] Now.

[smoke grenades hiss]

Keep him covered.

[intimidating music]

[horse chewing]

[Carter sighs]

- Ah, thank you.

- [Mason] Be ready to move.

The Jerries'll be on us as soon as they see the horses.

- What's the plan, boss?

- Grab your gear and hop around the back of the barn.

The second Carter brings the horses, get on one, and go.

Do not wait for us.

You have ridden before, right?

- Aye, wee bairn Sarge.

- And I don't mean on Blackpool Beach.

Okay, stay low, and hold the fuck on.

- Yes, Sarge.

- [Annette] Where is he?

- He's taking his time.

- He'll make it.

[sparse music]

[hooves clop]

[Annette gasps]

- There.

[brickmaker speaks in German]

- Shit.

- Oi, Frenchy, hang on.

- Well, can't say I blame him.

- You fucking coward.

- Oh, merde!

- Where are you, Carter?

[eerie music]

- I see him.

- [Soldier] Margh.

- Shit.

- [Soldier] Gnargh.

- No. - Uargh.

- [Mason] Urgh.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Urgh. - Gargh.

- Urgh. Urgh.

- Hmph. - Argh.

- Ines. No.

- [Ines] Urgh.

- Huh-dah.

- [Soldier] Argh.

- [Annette] Oh no, no, no.

No, no, animals.

- [Soldier] Nargh.

Argh.

Gah.

[gun crackles]

- Ah. - Ah.

- [Annette] Carter.

- Okay, come on, come on, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. [Annette sobs]

It's okay. You're okay.

- You all right?

- Uh, yeah.

That was a bit hairy. [eerie music]

- [Carter] They could've easily overrun us by now.

It doesn't make sense.

- What happened in the stables?

- Sorry, Sarge.

- I guess the Frenchies had somewhere better to be.

We had a bit of a discussion about it.

- Well, it's good to have you bad, Son.

Certainly timely.

- Thank you, Sarge. Thank you.

[gleaming music]

- How we doing?

- Badly.

If they keep this up,

I'll be out of ammo by nightfall,

and my Marlena, she's a hungry lady.

- Damn.

- Yep.

I'm sorry. She was a tough one.

- [tuts] Prison camp'll do that to you.

- She was a prisoner?

- Yeah.

Germans tortured her for weeks,

took her hair.

But he still didn't break.

I'm sorry, too, about Harris.

- We will get out of here.

Just give the sarge a bit of time.

He'll come up with something.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- I think we just ran out of time.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German] [soldier speaks in German]

- Sarge.

- [Mason] Mortar. Shit.

[menacing music]

- That's fucked it.

- What do we do, Sarge?

- Well, if we're really quick off the mark.

We could have time for a couple of hands.

- They're well-positioned, and we're outta smoke.

There's no way we're running through there

without running straight into crossfire.

- So?

- So we get blown to shit,

or this old shed falls down on us.

Either way, we're fucked.

- I don't think I could put it any more eloquently.

We are most royally fucked.

[soldier speaks in German]

Here we go.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- [Mason] Hang on.

- What're they up to?

- I've absolutely no idea.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Carter, tell your girlfriend I need her to go for a nose.

[spooky music]

[apprehensive music]

[soldier speaks in German]

Argh.

- [Soldier] Gah.

Argh. - Argh.

Hmph. - Urgh.

[gun clacks]

- [Carter] Know how to use that thing?

- [Annette] She was teaching me.

[intimidating music]

[restrained music]

- What're they up to?

- [Annette] Arguing.

- Oh, that's not good.

New guy's a general.

Yeah, he's SS.

- SS?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay?

You know what they did to your cousin.

Won't let them get anywhere near you. Don't worry.

- You have no say in this.

This is between me and them.

I could kill him now if I wished.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

- I do wish to,

but he must be the reason

why they're not using the mortar yet,

so I won't kill him yet.

I'll tell Mason about our new friend.

[intimidating music]

- [Leach] Urgh, urgh, huh.

[fence clinks]

Urgh, ha. [fence clangs]

Urgh.

[fence clacks]

Uh, huh, heh.

[Carter grunts]

- Okay.

They coulda rolled right through us by now.

I mean, not that I'm ungrateful, but what's he up to, Sarge?

- Oh, I'm not about to stay around to find out.

[barrow squeals]

- [Leach] Ooh.

- [Norman] [sighs] Ladies and gents.

- Don't say a fucking word.

- We have ourselves our very armoured car. [laughs]

- Nice one, Norman,

but I still think it needs something.

[tingling music]

Ah.

[Mason speaks in French]

Right, everyone, this is our way out.

Grab your gear. Get ready.

[throat clears]

- Mason.

- Oh, bloody hell, what now? Carter.

- Look.

- [tuts] Parlay. Really?

- I reckon they've heard

of our devastating military supremacy, Sarge.

- It's that or your cologne, Son.

- What do we do?

- Well, I guess we better talk to them, right?

Let's see what he wants.

- Are you sure?

- Not one bit.

[apprehensive music]

[shadowy music]

- General Horseler, the 2nd Panzer Division.

- SS? No need to salute, General.

I'm nobody important.

Mason, William Dennis, Sergeant.

- Are you in charge?

- Since your lot promoted me, yeah.

Gah, oh, uh, got ya.

[boot clunks]

That's better. Ah.

That's been giving me jip for fucking ages.

Alright, General, what's up?

- You are surrounded.

Half your platoon is dead,

and I assume you're running low on ammunition.

- So you want us to surrender.

- It would seem sensible, yes.

I'm sure you have as little desire to be here as I do.

- You're not wrong there.

Trouble is [sighs]

I've got even less desire to spend the next couple of years

freezing my tits off in a prison camp somewhere in Poland.

- So you refuse.

- Surprised?

- No, I've met your kind before,

and I must concur:

Poland is a terrible place.

- So.

- So if you permit it,

I would like to collect our fallen.

And then, I'm afraid we must proceed.

- All right, fair enough. Help yourselves.

I'll give you an hour.

- My thanks.

[uneasy music]

[heart beats]

- Right, we got an hour.

Grab your stuff. We're off.

- Uh, oi, what about the truce?

- That's only for officers, I'm afraid, lad.

Unless you wanna wait around ready for them to kill us,

this might be our only chance.

[frenetic music]

[barrow creaks]

[gloomy music]

[barrow creaks]

This is pretty simple.

On my mark, run like hell.

- Do us proud, Marlena.

- Oh, she'll do ya proud all right.

- Fighting fire, lad. Hmm?

- [Leach] Aye.

- Yeah?

- [Norman] Ready.

- Hmm?

Now let's get the fuck out of here.

[gun bangs]

Now.

[barrow creaks]

[gun bangs]

- [Leach] Get down.

- [Mason] Sniper.

- [Norman] Argh.

- Take cover. Get the fuck back.

[gun bangs]

Go.

- Uargh, uargh.

Rargh, get the fuck off me.

Get off me, ruargh, argh.

[tense music]

Gah, oh, you shoulda let me kill him.

- That's twice now. Twice.

You're gonna get us all fucking killed.

- Carter, listen, look, I'm-

[bullet whistles] [Mason splatters]

Gah. - Sarge.

- Get down. - Argh. Fuck.

- Sarge, okay, it's okay.

- [Mason] Argh.

- The lights.

- All right.

- [Leach] Oh, my time to play nurse, he says.

- Urgh, ha, Christ, not you. Leave me to die.

- [Carter] I can't see anything.

- No, he's still there.

- Fuck, we shoulda known.

- No, we had to do something.

- Nah, I still don't understand

why they haven't just come for us, huh?

You'd expect 'em to come at night.

That general, something's stopping him.

- You keep an eye out this side.

I'll keep an eye out the front.

- Okay.

[shadowy music]

Carter.

Uh.

Cover me.

- [Carter] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[apprehensive music]

[guns bang]

Annette.

[gun clicks]

- [Brickmaker] Uh.

[gun clicks]

- [Annette] Uh, uh. Um, uh.

Uh, urgh.

- [Brickmaker] Urgh.

[combatants groaning]

[gun bangs] [blood splatters]

- [Annette] Tuh. Huh. [breathes]

- Annette.

- Huh, huh, uh, clear.

- Who? - Uh, dunno.

- You all right?

- [Annette] Yeah.

- Well, maybe you should go check on the others.

Alright, look, listen, I can take it from here.

- No, stop making a fuss.

He's dead. I'm not, okay?

- Right. Right, sorry.

Uh, this is some kinda, some kinda workshop.

- [Annette] Yeah.

[beaming music]

- [Carter] Oh, damn.

- [Annette] What?

- Gold.

- [Annette] Wow, that's a lot.

- This, this is still hot.

Oh.

- Okay.

- Guess we know what Monsieur Julien was up to.

- Yep.

- Sounded fun.

- Was a little hairy.

[Leach chuckles] [Annette chuckles]

- Ha, lemme guess.

Yous two have found us a magical tunnel

that'll whisk us back to old Blighty.

- [Carter] In a manner of speaking.

- [Leach] Huh?

- Frenchy's left you a present.

- Is this...

Fucking hell, d'yous know how much this is worth?

- Not as much as the other three dozen down there.

- What?

- Reckon you'll have a bit of trouble

spending that around here, lad.

- Oh, there's nothing yous can say right now

that's gonna ruin the moment, Sarge.

- Anything else worthwhile?

- Yes, Sarge. I think Julien was running some kinda racket.

- So that's what the old buzzard was up to.

[soldier speaks in German]

- Shit. - Shit. Carter.

[soldier speaks in German] [soldier speaks in German]

- Here they come, Sarge.

- If that's the way they wanna start the morning, huh,

let's give 'em what they want.

Carter, Frenchy, do the honors.

Morning, gents.

[soldier speaks in German]

Argh, argh.

[door booms] [door rattles]

- Argh, ah, looks like the general's made his mind up.

- Think we should surrender now?

- [Mason] Do you wanna?

- No, Sir.

- What about you two?

- Fuck that shit.

- Aye, what she said.

I've suddenly had my world of possibilities expanded, Sarge,

and I'm not giving that up for some wee dolt

in a snazzy outfit.

- Ah, so long as you're sure.

- Pretty banged up. We're nearly out of ammo.

- Well, we got a warehouse full of the stuff.

The finest British tradition, lad,

cobbling stuff together and hoping it works.

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

[gloomy music]

[intimidating music]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- Fuck, what you saying, dickheads?

- [Soldier] Argh.

- [Mason] Gah.

[soldier speaks in German]

[canister whistles] [canister booms]

[tank growls]

[soldier speaks in German]

[tank whirs]

[pin clicks] - Hmph. Gah.

- [Soldier] Argh.

- Whoo.

- Hoo-ha.

[Carter laughs]

- Carter.

- Urgh, argh, hmm.

- [Soldier] Argh.

- [Mason] Huh.

- [Carter] Thank you.

Ya with us?

- Aye.

I was thinking maybe we could take a break,

halftime, change ends.

- You alright.

- Pfft, [sighs] I'm upright.

- Frankly, I don't know how we've gotten this far.

I'm impressed.

Being out of ammo's a bitch, though.

[gloomy music]

- The Germans have plenty.

- Go and see what you can find.

- Uh, oh, urgh.

[clandestine music]

Urgh.

[weighty music]

Argh.

Gah. Uh.

Gah, heh. Urgh.

[bleak music]

[shoes clop]

- Well? - Uh, look this.

Look at this. [gleaming music]

- This was on Julien?

- [Annette] It was.

- What is that?

[Mason laughs]

Jesus Christ.

- [Mason] Ooh, well, this just got a bit more complicated.

[Mason laughs]

- Shit. - Urgh.

- [Leach] Oh no.

- [Carter] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Annette.

- She hurt?

- I don't know.

- [Leach] Shit.

- Why didn't she say?

- Leach, what you got left?

- Uh, I can sterilize it with this.

- Do it. Do it now.

Quick, Leach.

[flask clangs]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- Stop getting so bloody keen, ya bunch of gits.

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- Aw, fuck.

[shadowy music]

Those bloody bastards are gearing up to come again.

They'll be on us in a minute.

- [Carter] Mm-hmm.

- How is she?

- Think she's alright for now.

- But.

- We can't keep doing this, Sarge.

All three of you are...

- [Mason] Mm.

- Well, you're...

- Fucked?

- [Carter] Yeah.

- Well, we could do the surrendering thing, I suppose,

but it won't help.

They aren't gonna bother hauling us off

to clog up one of their hospitals.

[Mason grumbles]

It'll be four bullets and done.

- Hang on, Sarge.

I might have an idea.

- [Mason] All right.

- [Carter] Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's about Monsieur Julien

and, uh, the, the SS general and everything.

I've, I been thinking.

- Now, what have I told you about that.

Thinking only lands you in trouble.

[Carter laughs]

- Heh. You got a plan, then?

- Do I fuck?

I've been winging it for the last two days.

Look where that's got us.

I told you I'm not your mum.

If you got something,

something you wanna try,

I'm right behind ya.

Lord knows I don't have the strength to stop you

even if I wanted to.

You gonna tell me your big plan?

[tense music]

[captain speaks in German]

- Morning.

[tense music]

- D'you have a light?

- [Carter] Mm.

[matches clack]

- Not many left. Hmm?

- [tuts] How's this work, then?

Never done it before.

- I believe introductions are usual.

- General Horseler, the 2nd-

- SS. I heard.

- Lance Corporal Carter.

Uh, I'm not in charge or anything,

but uh, the boss hasn't been feeling too well

and needed a lie-down.

- You know, my soldiers are not very happy with me

for agreeing to this conversation.

- No?

- They want you dead, all of you.

Not only have you killed many of their comrades,

but they are proud men,

and by surviving, you have humiliated them.

- [tuts] And you feel differently?

- I want this over as quickly as possible,

so the sooner you surrender

the sooner I can go about my business.

- [tuts] Ah, well, that certainly makes sense.

No point killing us for the sake of it.

- Exactly.

Surrender your weapons

and you will be given medical assistance

and escorted behind the lines.

- Yeah, that's very generous of you, Sir, really.

We just don't quite fancy it.

- [tuts] Corporal Carter,

you are not in a position to bargain.

Look at the state you're in.

Surrender now before you try my patience.

- [tuts] I can't do that.

- Fool.

- [tuts] Am I?

Because, see, from where I'm standing,

you're the one looking foolish.

[tuts] Ah, you're rumbled, Herr General.

- I do not understand.

- You must've shit yourself when you showed up last night.

I mean, I bet the last thing you were expecting to find

is half the local garrison here

and us sat on top of your little operation.

- Lance Corporal, I do not know what you're talking about.

- Really? Well, let me make it clear, then.

Gold, General,

melting down the spoils of war to line your own pocket.

I mean, did you collect it off the bodies yourself?

Or did you get your lads to do that bit for you, General?

Julien knew.

- Julien?

- Monsieur Julien, the potter, from Belgium, I believe,

or should I say SS-Oberfuehrer Mueller,

your right-hand man.

I wonder what your Wehrmacht comrades will say

when they learn their boss is a grave robber.

- You have no proof.

- No?

- What do you want?

- [Carter] Passage out of here for me and my men.

- Ridiculous.

- Not really. I'm offering you exactly what you want.

You want us out of here

before this lot rumble ya

and find your little stash,

and we really wanna go.

Alright, all we need is some fuel,

and we'll be on our way.

Much obliged.

- You got balls bigger than Sisyphus, Carter. Who knew?

- Yeah, can you tell I was shitting myself?

- You were being very British, heh.

- Transport's ready, Sarge,

first class, courtesy of the fuehrer.

- Don't get cocky, Carter, yeah?

Just fill it up, and let's get out of here

before they change their minds.

[Horseler speaks in German]

- [Leach] Fuck sake. Ah.

- [Annette] Urgh.

- [Leach] Uh.

- Gah, huh.

- I think the love light's gone outta their marriage, Sarge.

[Horseler speaks in German]

[captain speaks in German]

[Horseler speaks in German]

- You know, I think you're right.

Such a shame.

- It's the kids I feel sorry for.

[captain speaks in German]

[soldier speaks in German]

- Ready to go?

- Aye, let's get outta this shithole.

- [Mason] Job, Carter.

- [Carter] Thanks, Sarge. Okay.

[engine wheezes]

[engine rumbles]

- Miserable git.

[malevolent music]

[Leach sighs]

Balls.

- Not happy, lad?

- I mean, we're alive.

I can't fault that, but

those poor bastards,

Reg, Harris, Norm,

Waters, Ines.

What do we have to show for it all?

- Well, we got a pile of bricks, yeah?

We could build an house.

[brick clunks] - Oi.

[shadowy music]

[apprehensive music]

[march-like music]

- Good quality, lad. Take a look.

- Scheisse.

- Turns out Monsieur Julien was pretty good at his job.

They were planning for their retirement,

and the general weren't invited.

- Bloody hell, Sarge.

I mean, bloody hell, you knew.

- Carter figured it out.

Well, we thought we'd earned ourselves a little bonus.

[Leach laughs]

Don't you reckon?

- Yes, Sarge.

[questing music]

[adventurous music]

[belligerent music]