All language subtitles for Too late the heroe

Yes, sir, I'll give Capt. Nolan
your message soon as he returns.

Get him now.

- Yes, sir.
- Do you hear me?

Get him now!

Oh, boy.

He's pretty burned up, isn't he?

The old man wants to
see you, right away.

Oh, God, thas all I need.

Good luck.

Come in.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Whas happened?

That was Admiral Dawes
on the radio, sir.

- I mean, it was Admiral Dawes personally.
- So?

I told him what you told me, sir...

that you weren't in, and we were
still looking for Lt. Lawson.

- And?
- And that didn't seem to satisfy him, sir.

It doesn't satisfy me,
either. What about Lawson?

- He's nowhere on the base, sir.
- Look off the base.

Send out the Shore Patrol. Bring
him in, I don't care where he is.

Yes, sir. We've done that, sir.

If you've done that, there's
nothing else to tell me, is there?

No, sir, nothing else.

I just thought you'd like
to know what was going on.

Lt. Lawson!

If you're heading for the
P.X., get us some more beer.

Anybody seen Lt. Lawson?

- Sam, where you going?
- I thought I'd have me a little grub.

- Wanna come?
- No, I ate already.

There he is!

Lt. Lawson!

Capt. Nolan wants to
see you right away, sir.

- Who, me?
- Thas right, Lieutenant.

Please, sir. Get in.

Yeah, I'll get in.

- What does he wanna see me about?
- I don't know, sir.

See you tonight, girls.
First come, first served.

You can draw straws.

Here we are, sir.

- Keep the meter running, boys.
- Yes, sir.

- The old man wanna see me?
- Boy, does he wanna see you.

- Yes, sir.
- Hi, John.

Whas all the excitement?

They said you were looking
for me. Is that right?

By the way...

how'd you make out with that
funny broad at the club last night?

I was under the impression that
the funny broad was with you.

Hell, I brought her, but she
really liked you. Thas why I left.

I wouldn't wanna appear ungallant...

but I think I'd just as soon do without
your assistance in that direction.

Thas nice. I thought I
was doing you a favor.

Anyway, whas all the panic? I
was just getting ready to eat.

I have a job for you.

What, before I go on leave?

Yes, before you go on leave.

All right, as long as I'm on
that midday plane tomorrow.

Very gracious of you, but ill
take a little longer than that.

Can't, John. I got a
four-weeks' leave coming.

- Later.
- Later nothing.

High noon tomorrow, I'm on that
plane. I'm gonna be in Frisco Sunday night.

We're flying you out
of here this afternoon.

You'll be in the New
Hebrides Sunday night.

The New Hebrides?

I've your orders here.

You'll report to a British
Combat Unit on one of the islands.

They need someone
who speaks Japanese.

Combat Unit? Whas that?

What the hell is that?

First you talk about postponing my
leave, now you're talking about combat?

There are three other
officers in the radio section.

Two of them speak
better Japanese than me.

- They are all a lot older than you.
- Thas good, they're mature.

But who picked on me?

I did. And is not a
question of picking on you.

The British are
organizing this for us...

and is gonna involve a certain
amount of physical hardship.

We have to supply the man. In my
opinion, you're the man for the job.

No, John, negative.

Pick Antonelli, he likes all
that military crap. Not me, no.

I'm sending you, Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant"? I'm Sam,
don't you remember?

Sit down.

- Don't be...
- Sit down, Lieutenant.

I have to comply with an
instruction from higher authority.

A lot higher.

In order to do that, I'm obliged to make
do with the best possible personnel I have.

I know you're a long way from
being right for the job...

but only you begin to
meet the physical requirements.

Fortunately, they don't appear
to be concerned about much else.

So pack your things and report to the
Transportation Officer in 25 minutes.

You mentioned a Combat Unit.

I guess that means a bunch
of limeys running around...

playing soldier,
getting shot at, right?

You may not remember this or
you may not be aware of it...

but I volunteered for the
service because as a language specialist...

I was gonna get a bar on my
shoulder and be able to sit by a radio...

and eavesdrop on those
fiendish Orientals.

If they're gonna
change those rules...

I just might have to
resign that commission.

Thas your privilege.

And if I do...

you'll have to send another officer.

Right?

The order specifies "Japanese-speaking
personnel."

If you resign your commission, the
Navy would be happy to accept it...

and send you out there as
a Seaman Second Class.

Would you like me to arrange
that for you right now?

Yes, sir?

- I can't win, can I?
- No, you can't.

Incidentally, this operation is
something the British are mounting for our benefit...

so it wouldn't hurt
to show them courtesy.

- Courtesy?
- Thas right.

You'll get along better if you don't call
them "limeys." That kind of thing.

I don't care whether I
get along with them or not.

Listen, you miserable bastard, I'm
not interested in your problems.

We lost two PT boats yesterday not
2 miles from that bay down there.

I have to spend the rest of this
day writing to folks back in the States.

"Dear Mrs. Smith, a funny thing happened
to your boy last night. He got burnt up."

What shall I tell them? "Too bad
your kid couldn't be a bit smarter.

"If he spoke Japanese, we coul�ve gotten
him a job sitting on his ass.

"When this mission comes
along, he'd say, 'Not me, buddy.'"

Go on, get out of here. I
don't have time for you.

From what I hear, the British won't
have time for your selfish...

I hope they get your goddamn
head shot off for you.

I'm sure we'll get
along just fine, sir.

They're gonna love him.

Come on, scram!

- Toss it up, sir.
- You guys aren't in a hurry, are you?

You know something? I don't think
that clown's happy in the service.

Ain't it the living truth. That
bum wouldn't be happy anywhere.

Les go.

Okay, back it in.

Thas it.

A little to the left.

Hi.

- Boas waiting, sir.
- What boat?

There's your boat, Lieutenant.

Thanks a whole lot.

Have a nice trip, Lieutenant.

Left, left, left, right, left!

Makes me a bloody
foolish sight. Thas what.

Right, left! Keep those arms up.

Water's hard enough to come by.

Wash out those water
barrels! Get them off my square!

Keep those arms free,
keep those heads up!

Go and get that man in the rear or
I'll keep dragging you all day!

Get those water
barrels off my square!

Okay, bookie's off the
course. No more bets.

Ready, set, go!

Connolly.

Your bleeding horse is
being left at the post.

Thas not fair, Tosh!

Why not?

My jockey's only using
his whip, ain't he?

If your bloke doesn't
wake his bloody ideas up...

you're gonna owe me
two packets of fags.

He's right, Connolly.

Even you can run
faster than that pig.

All the same, it isn't fair.

Away and pick your
nose, you mooning Mary!

But it isn't fair,
Campbell. Look at that!

Objection! Stewar�s inquiry!

Gentlemen, objection sustained!
This bloody horse has been doped.

What the hell do you
think you're playing at?

Don't argue with the steward, laddie. I've
a mind to report you to the Jockey Club.

Leave him be. I think his
brains have come loose.

Yeah, you better watch it, Thornton.

All right, les have you!

Cpl. McLean, get those men fell in.

Scott, right marker here.

One straight line, come on.

- Corporal.
- Sir.

Away and find Pvts. Rogers, Currie,
Rafferty, and Pvt. Riddle.

Whas up then, Sarge?

Nothing to worry you.

- Good morning, sir!
- Howdy.

Commanding Officer apologizes. He
would have greeted you personally.

- Is okay.
- He's just come back from a reconnaissance.

Col. Thompson is waiting,
sir. If you'll come with me.

- Lf you'll come with me, sir.
- Right.

I'm excused duties, Sergeant.

Is that right?

Listen, laddie, we've
had your stripes.

You make it necessary, and I
will personally crucify you.

You're on that list because
I put you there myself.

If you want a personal
interview, you can have it.

And you'll likely find
yourself facing a court-martial...

for self-inflicted wounds.

Do you hear me all right, laddie?

Yes, Sergeant.

Tosh, whas that then?

Is a bleeding Yank, isn't it?

No, Connolly, thas not a Yank.

Thas Snow White.

And very pretty she is, too.

All right!

You've got bugger all to laugh about.

- You there, Hearne!
- Sir.

You're supposed to be
standing to attention!

This way, sir!

Col. Thompson will join
you in a moment, sir.

All right, attention!

Fall in!

One, two, three, four...

Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

Welcome to the New Hebrides.

Lt. J.G. Sam Lawson reporting...

as ordered.

I think we can let the
Sergeant Major deal with those.

Yes, rather an imaginative location for
a military headquarters, don't you think?

Yeah.

I sometimes wonder what kind of
an artist Gauguin woul�ve become...

if he'd had the misfortune to
choose this place instead of Tahiti.

Yes, I think there would have
been a certain lack of inspiration.

Mind you, I don't know what
the natives were like here...

but there are none anymore.

I'm sure he woul�ve found the current
crop of inhabitants singularly unappealing.

This part up here is all
Japanese. Not at all jolly.

And down here, we
have our own group...

which I imagine he woul�ve
found only marginally more agreeable.

Now, what we really have is the
remainder of a Brigade HQ Company...

consisting largely of
chaps from my regiment...

brought up to strength by a rather
bizarre variety of odds and sods...

who joined us when we
scrambled out of Singapore.

A lot of them were just as anxious to
escape the Army as they were the Japanese.

But I've no doubt your chaps
have told you about all this.

No, sir, my chaps
didn't tell me anything.

Recently, though, the casualty
rates have been alarmingly high.

However, I'm afraid this little
jaunt we've organized now...

is going to change all that because,
amongst other things...

is going to make it necessary for us to
penetrate all the way to their main base.

Sounds great. When do you leave?

As soon as we've briefed the men.

You'll be leaving in
about half an hour or so.

I'll be leaving in half an hour?

It doesn't do to let the men brood
about these things, you know.

Come in.

I believe you sent for me, sir.

Yes, Freddie. I wanted to have a
chat with you before I talk to the men.

- How are you feeling?
- First rate.

Good. Freddie's been on the
sick list the last few days.

I'm so sorry, I don't
think you have met yet.

This is Lt. Lawson of
the United States Navy.

Lt. Lawson, this is Capt.
Hornsby, who'll be leading this patrol.

How do you do? Glad
you'll be coming along.

That makes one of us.

I guess this trip's unavoidable.

I shall be briefing the men in a few
minutes. Perhaps you'd like to get changed?

I take it you did
bring some other gear?

This is all I got. What kind of gear?

It doesn't have to be anything
terribly formal.

- Sergeant Major!
- Sir!

Take the Lieutenant
down to the stores...

and help him sort out something appropriate
for the occasion, would you?

Sir.

I'm afraid our laundry
service is a little bit primitive.

We've been reduced to using
seawater for everything but drinking...

so don't be alarmed if the kit
you get is a little bit manky.

"Manky"?

How's the grub?

Is a little bit manky, too.

See you later.

If you'll come with me, sir?

- You did say half an hour?
- Yes.

Yeah, I thought you said that.

What an extraordinary fellow.

He is an American.

Yes, but he does actually
speak Japanese, does he?

He says so, and I certainly don't
feel qualified to put him to the test.

You wanted to talk to me, sir?

- You said...
- Yes, of course. Is nothing really.

I wanted to be sure
you feel up to it.

Good heavens, yes.

I mean, if you don't feel entirely
fit yet, I can equally send O'Neill.

No, sir, I'm fine.

Anyway, it seems to me to
be a marvelous opportunity...

to really hurt them, for a change.

Yes. Les hope they're not
entertaining similar ambitions.

Stand to!

What the hell's that?

All guns and crews!

All guns stand to!

All guns commence fire!

Keep the men out of
range of the enemy, Captain.

You men, keep back.
Stay in the safety zone.

Keep back in the safety zone.

Trevor's patrol?

Make sure they don't hit our lads!

They'll never make it.

Fire!

They'll be out of enemy
rifle range soon, sir.

Are they out of range yet, sir?

They're out of range now, sir.

Keep your guns at ready.

Keep your eyes on that jungle.

Bloody mess.

Terrible bloody mess.

Medical Orderly!

Stretcher bearers!

A week from today...

the American Navy proposes sending
a convoy up through these straits.

We know that the Japanese have no
air reconnaissance in this area...

so barring any unfortunate
encounters with surface craft...

the Americans' presence in these
waters should remain undetected.

Undetected, that is, until...

early on Thursday morning...

when they will come within
sight of the Japanese coast up here.

In the normal course of events...

the Japanese would
communicate this information...

to their air and
naval forces up here.

And within 24 hours, this convoy would
be pretty much at their mercy.

Is that clear so far?

Yes, sir.

Hearne!

Tosh.

- What?
- Him.

The movements and major policy
decisions of the United States Navy...

may be of limited interest to you...

but if you will bear with
me for just a moment or two...

I think you will find that it may be worth
your while to pay some attention.

- I am, sir.
- Good.

The object of our own
operation is simply to prevent news...

of the Americans' presence in these
waters from reaching the enemy's main base.

The Japanese transmit
situation reports...

to their bases at Rabaul and
Truk on Wednesdays and Sundays.

If we were to destroy their radio...

before the
transmission on Wednesday night...

that is to say before the
convoy comes within sight...

of their coast here...

we should know that at least that
part of the mission had been successful.

This is where Lt. Lawson of
the United States Navy comes in.

Immediately prior to
Wednesday nighs transmission...

you will destroy the Japanese radio.

Lt. Lawson will use our
own radio equipment...

to transmit the normal, routine
situation report in Japanese.

- Sir?
- Yes, Hearne, what is it?

Would the mission
have to be abandoned...

if Lt. Lawson met with...

an unfortunate mishap?

Mishap?

Yes, I take your point...

but I think is a little premature to
talk about abandoning the operation...

or of any mishap to the
Lieutenant, for that matter.

- Yes, sir.
- I hope your enthusiasm isn't catching.

I hope so, too, sir.

However, if it answers
your question...

Lt. Lawson's part in this
operation is not, in fact, essential.

It is merely a way of
gaining additional time.

Lf, for any reason, he should be
unable to transmit the message...

we shall still be doing a very
considerable service by destroying the Japanese radio.

Yes, sir.

We've never attempted to
penetrate this far into Japanese territory...

Bloody suicide mission.

Campbell.

Now's the time to
shoot your other arm.

Knock it off.

Captain, I was wondering how come Trevor
didn't come that way or that way...

instead of down the middle like that?

- Mines, old boy.
- Mines?

Yeah. If the Japs ever sent
a sizeable force against us...

that bit of jungle over there
would be too close for comfort.

So we laid a mine field there...

and it worked a treat for a
while because it kept them out...

and our patrols could come
and go as they pleased.

Then one night the Japs laid
a few mine fields of their own.

It cost us seven men before
we discovered it.

Isn't there any other way
out of this target range?

Not if you're traveling
north, Lieutenant.

I don't like to seem unduly cautious, but
wouldn't it be better if we left at night?

I'm sure the men would be
the first to agree with you.

- Wouldn't that make more sense?
- Indeed.

But if we're to reach the
enemy camp by Wednesday night...

we have what you might
call a rather tight schedule.

We had intended leaving last night...

but unfortunately, your people were
somewhat late in delivering the body.

You mean the whole
operation's been hanging on me?

I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry about being late,
Captain, but I wasn't driving that damn boat.

Patrol, attention!

- Carry on, please.
- Sir.

Sgt. Johnstone,
stand the men at ease.

Stand at ease!

Easy.

Pay attention.

If we can get across that open
ground without attracting the enemy fire...

we can take it that the patrol
encountered by Trevor's men has withdrawn...

and we should be reasonably safe until
we've penetrated into the jungle.

Sgt. Johnstone and I will lead off.

The rest of you will break up
into three groups of four...

which Lt. Lawson here will
dispatch at intervals of 25 seconds.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.

Cpl. McLean...

you and Signalman Scott will remain in
the rear group with the Lieutenant.

Hearne, the same applies to you.

As Medical Orderly, you
will be in the last group.

If there are any casualties
on the way over...

you will not stop to
render aid to anyone...

unless they are injured within
200 yards of cover.

- Is that clear, Hearne?
- Thas clear, sir.

Sgt. Johnstone, prepare
to move the men off.

Sir!

All right, get moving.
Over to the weapon pits.

- You hear that, Connolly?
- Move along.

Don't get yourself shot till
you get to the other side.

Why not?

Because Uncle Tosh won't be
able to look after you, thas why not.

All gun pits, stand to.

Come on, les hurry up.

Give me three ranks!

Front rank:

Riddle, Thornton, Griffiths, Currie!

Center rank:

Rafferty, Rogers, Connolly, Campbell!

Rear rank:

Lt. Lawson, Hearne,
Cpl. McLean, Scott!

Captain, what about the four
guys they left out there?

If we get across safely...

I imagine they'll pick them up now.

And if we don't?

I suppose they'll
pick us all up tonight.

- Sergeant.
- Sir?

- You ready?
- Yes, sir.

Right.

Off we go.

Twenty-five,
twenty-four...

twenty-three,
twenty-two...

Get yourself out of here...

before you go, I've news
for you, you're on a charge.

A charge for appearing on guard
duty with your boot laces undone.

...seven, six, five...

You'll be on the Hebrides line-up.

...one, all right, go.

If you go out in the woods
today You better go in disguise

If you go out in the woods
today You're in for a big surprise

Shut up!

Stupid idiot.

Thornton, whas the matter with you?

My hea�s sore. I'm fair daffy.

I don't think that guy's
playing with a full deck.

What do you say, sir?

I think he's lost
some of his marbles.

- What marbles are they, sir?
- Cuckoo.

- Cuckoo?...twenty-four,
twenty-three...

They wouldn't let him in the army
if he was cuckoo, would they, sir?

No, he's all right, old Thornton.

He's seen more soldiering than
you've had hot dinners.

He's all right.

Unless, of course, he
goes right off his rocker.

...seven, six...

Doesn't happen often.

...five, four...
- He's all right.

...three, two, one. Les go.

Twenty-five,
twenty-four...

twenty-three...

Don't walk in a straight line, you
clowns. Scatter, move to the left.

Come on, spread out. Use your heads.

Thas great, sir.

The Lieutenans
obviously done this before.

You don't have to be the Duke of
Wellington to know you don't walk in a straight line.

Thas absolutely right, sir.

He's right.

...seven, six, five...

four, three, two...

He's right, you know.

...one. Come on.

All right, you men, back to work.

Spotted a relative, Campbell?

Up your pipe, you Cockney ponce.

Be quiet!

Is marvelous, this country living.

For pigs.

Look at my hands. They
look like chopped beef.

Excuse me, sir, is there
something wrong with your teeth?

We call it personal hygiene.

You ought to try it sometime.

You hear that, lads?

He reckons you're all a
bunch of pigs. Cheeky bastard.

May I have a light,
please, Lieutenant?

Here.

Those two are getting
pretty matey, aren't they?

Why not?

Like you're always
saying, is a matter of class.

I don't know about Snow White...

but old Hornsby's got about as much
class as a syphilitic road sweeper.

I really love this time of day.

- It always reminds me...
- It doesn't do much for me, I'll tell you.

I can see you're a
confirmed city dweller.

My people farm, you know.

- We have this little estate in the Cotswolds.
- Is that right?

- Sgt. Johnstone.
- Sir?

- Is about time we moved off.
- Yes, sir.

Les have Riddle out in front.

All right, Riddle, up front.

Why me again? I was
back marker yesterday.

Keep it down, you chaps.

Because you're so bloody lovely, thas
why. Now don't argue! Get up front!

- Connolly, you kick off as back marker.
- Who, me, sir?

All right, sir.

Hang on here until we've
been gone a full minute.

Jap patrol, sir. Coming
right down the path.

- Five of them, this way.
- Did they see you?

I don't think so.

Off the path, both
sides. Don't fire unless I do!

Captain, your field pack!

We did it!

Rogers, get your bloody head down!

Keep down, you bloody fool.

Rafferty! Rogers! Kill all those men!

Griffiths! Thornton!
Pick up the rifles!

Come on, don't leave a trace.

You heard the orders. Get a move on.

Don't leave a trace.
I said off the trail.

Tosh, over here.

Come on, clean it up.

Thas right. Get it out of the way.

- Take him up that way.
- Tosh, hurry up!

Over in the undergrowth. Thas right.

You'll be all right, Connolly.

Riddle, get off down
the trail and keep cover.

- Come on, Riddle, double up!
- Get them off the trail.

- I think Riddle's bought it.
- Damn.

Campbell, you get on up
there. If you see any more coming...

fire a warning shot and
get back here on the double.

- Yes, sir.
- Move it, Campbell!

Trying to work his ticket.

Is what you're doing, ain't you?

Trying to work your ticket, son?

- Hearne.
- What do you want, sir?

What about these two?

Bloody idiot. Put your hand on
there and keep the pressure, all right?

This one's got about five minutes.

This one will be all right
if we get him back to camp.

But we're not going in
that direction, are we?

No, sir.

All right, Sergeant...

do we have any other casualties?

The Yank says Pvt.
Riddle's dead, sir.

- Is that all?
- No, is not all.

Currie and Connolly.

- Both dead?
- No.

What the hell do you mean,
idiot? Can't you speak plainly?

Currie's dead!

Connolly's wounded.

Right, Sergeant, get these Japanese
bodies off the trail, please.

You heard. Get these bodies
off the trail. Come on, move!

And erase those bloodstains.

Never you mind. Hearne's
taking good care of you.

Come on, Rogers, get a move on.

I hear you're something of
a footballer, Connolly.

Before you know it,
you'll be back home...

playing for the regiment, perhaps.

I don't know whether I ever...

You shouldn't have given
up smoking, Connolly.

You coul�ve had a drag now.

Get those helmets.

I got his leg. Take him up
that way, towards the right.

Scott, give us a hand.

- Don't take all day, man.
- Yes, sir.

The helmet, you damn fool!

That pretty well cleans it up, sir.

Is been a great day
at Hampden Park, folks.

Hornsby's Hotspurs: 5...

Japanese United: 3.

All eight of them scored by Hornsby.

Whas he mean, all eight of them?

He means that Fairy Feet Hornsby...

deployed his forces with such
a masterly grasp of tactics...

half of us got ourselves
shot by the other bloody half.

No, it can't be.

Can't be? Go and dig the bullets out.

You won't find "Made in
Japan" written on them.

All right, Sergeant,
les be on our way.

Come on, men.

Rafferty.

Back marker.

Les have a bloody good
cry And always remember

Come on, move it.

The longer you live

The sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the mourners

Bloody great hypocrites

Isn't it grand, boys

Don't you know any other songs?

Aye, a few...

but at the moment, I happen to
be particularly fond of this one.

I wish you'd sing us one you hate.

Campbell, has it ever occurred to
you that if you had the other arm broken...

you'd be needing a
friend to button your fly?

Capt. Hornsby! Over here! Japs!

Where are you?

We're coming after
you, you bloody little ape!

Come on, Captain, the
bastar�s getting away!

Get your blinking face
here, or we'll all be done for!

Hearne!

Come on, show yourself!

Two of them coming down
there, a lieutenant and a corporal.

I got the corporal. I winged the
other one, too. Could be dead now.

- Where did he go?
- Disappeared in there.

Hearne, see what you can do for him.

Corporal, take some men and
start combing the area.

- Four of you on the double.
- He's got to be in the jungle somewhere.

Campbell, you and Scott take
a look from this tower.

See if you can spot
anything from up there.

Lieutenant, you better come with me.

- Come on.
- I can't go up there.

- You and your bloody arm.
- Go on, get on with it.

Is a bloody mile high.

Whas up there, then?

Just some things for measuring
the weather or something.

Is like the stuff
we've got back at camp.

Damn you, Hearne!

Shall I bring them down?

No, leave them.

If Hornsby sees them, he'll have us lugging
them all the way back to base.

Don't worry, Thorny.

Snakes love Japs.

You'll have to go to
Woolworth's and buy one, I think.

We're never gonna find him in this.

Les get back.

It seems your friend is
on his way back to Tokyo.

- Hearne.
- What?

How about it?

- Can he walk?
- No, sir.

- But, surely...
- No.

Right, give him a hand. Come on, now.

Whas the matter with you?

Can't you see that I
can't put my foot down?

There's hundreds of these trails.

How're we ever gonna find
him again on our way back?

Is easy.

We're gonna scatter little white
pebbles through the forest...

just like bloody Hansel and Gretel.

Carry on, Gunga Din.

This thing weighs a ton.

Ease him down over there.

Sorry we couldn't have
the Rolls Royce for you.

Just thought you might need this.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Sergeant.

- Corporal.
- Sir?

There. Okay?

All done.

- Here.
- Whas this, then?

- Salt tablets.
- I'd rather have a smoke.

- You short, then?
- Skint.

Hearne, we've got to go.

I'll see you Saturday, okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Not for the cigarettes though.

You owe me them. Don't
you bloody forget it.

I won't.

And don't forget to loosen the
tourniquet, otherwise your bloody leg will drop off.

See you.

Enjoy your rest, Sergeant.

I reckon that makes
you a Sergeant, Jock.

- Down there?
- Yes, sir.

All right. Hearne,
Campbell, come with me.

Well, move yourself, Campbell.

I knew that little
Nip had to be in there.

What?

- Cover me.
- All right.

They've gone. Les move on.

Did you hear me? There's
no one here. Les move on.

Look out!

Is not every day you get a chance to
kill an officer, is it, Lieutenant?

All he had was this knife.

What did you want me to do?
Wait till he threw it at you?

No.

No! Is me, Campbell!

What the hell do you want?

You asked for these, sir.

You idiot. You coul�ve got yourself
killed, running up like that.

Come on, les get moving.

Les go.

Where are you off to? You're
still back marker, remember?

Bugger off, you Yank
bastard. I hope you bloody crash!

- How do you know is a Yank, kid?
- You can smell them.

I thought all you limeys
could smell was our money.

Hearne, Lieutenant, Cpl.
McLean, come with me.

Keep them here a moment.

Rogers.

Can you see him?

Where the hell is he?

You might say he's all around here.

As a matter of fact, you might
even say he's got us surrounded.

Thas right, Lieutenant. The bloody
Yanks are bombing us with old Army boots.

Land mine.

The damn fool shoul�ve known better.

Here, look at this.

Is a Chinese railway
station, crabs and all.

Thornton, away in and find out what
time is the next train to Glasgow.

"Next train to Glasgow."

Whas going on up there?

For Go�s sake, keep
quiet. Keep moving!

Corporal, send in two men to
see if there's anyone in there.

Thornton, over there on the left.

Rafferty, over there on the right.

They kind of move
sideways. Must be Oriental crabs.

Lieutenant, will you join me?

They'll ruin your
married life, won't they?

Here, give them a peck, Campbell. A
man ought to be close to his family.

Shut your trap.

All clear on the ground
floor, sir. Rafferty's up top.

Keep them things away from me.

Campbell, get rid of the crabs.

Why me, you dafty queer?

- That kid that got it back there...
- Rogers?

Yeah, Rogers.

Do you think he ever had
time to get himself laid?

Couldn't tell you. Not my
department really, is it?

I may be screwed up
in a lot of ways...

but getting killed like one of these
poor kids isn't gonna be one of them.

Thas what you say now.

But I'm sure when it comes to the
point, you'll be one of the first over the top.

Over the top?

I mean, you'll turn out
to be a real fire-eater.

You wanna bet?

I'll give
you 8-to-5.

And loan you the money.

You never get rid of
those with blue ointment, kids?

Time to relieve Griffiths, mate.

Is your sentry go.
Griffiths, back there.

Takes a bloody bomb to wake him up.

An earthquake's more like it.

Here, Tosh, give us a light.

What the hell are you doing?

- Where'd you get these cigarettes?
- Whas that to you?

- You stole them from Johnno, didn't you?
- Don't be bloody daft!

Where'd the blood come from then?

You did, you bastard, you stole them!

He's got no use for them
now. Whas the matter?

- They're mine, thas what!
- Piss off!

- Don't "piss off!" me!
- Campbell, stop it.

Get out, Tosh! Thas it. Out!

Cut it out, Tosh.

Whas the meaning of this
disgusting exhibition?

I'll kill him!

He kicked me, sir. Is my
arm, sir. He kicked my arm.

Kick his arm? I'll jam
it down his bloody throat!

I gave Sgt. Johnstone
these cigarettes.

Shut up, Hearne.
Nobody's talking to you.

- I'm bloody well talking to you, aren't I?
- What did you say?

I said that he stole
these cigarettes...

I'm not interested in your
grubby little cigarettes.

You bloody well should be!

Cpl. McLean, put this man on a
charge. Les have no more of this nonsense.

Where does he think he
is, bloody Aldershot?

Hearne, it seems you're
not going to be satisfied...

until you've talked yourself into
some really serious trouble.

- Is that what you want?
- All I want is to get out of here.

If you had any sense, you'd know we
shoul�ve turned back a long time ago.

Thank you. Have you
anything to add to that?

Yes, I have, sir.

Your last patrol was
a bloody shambles.

Getting this one shot up the
ass isn't gonna win you any medals.

So why don't you go home like a good
boy before you get the lot of us killed?

I don't know about you, but
I have better things to do!

Thank you. I shall
cherish that bit of advice.

Corporal, this man
is under open arrest.

When you get back to camp, you will prepare
charges for a field courts-martial.

Are you satisfied, Hearne?

Easy. Watch yourself, laddie.

That wee man's near daft
enough to have you shot.

All right, Corporal, prepare
to move off in five minutes.

Sir.

Rafferty, go and get Griffiths.

All right, front marker, move out.

It seems some of the men have just as
little enthusiasm for their duties as you do.

Maybe they didn't volunteer
for the assignment either.

No, they didn't.

Since this entire operation was for
the benefit of the United States Navy...

they probably find the object of
the exercise extremely remote.

Furthermore, they're just as
anxious to get home as you are.

Is that what you're
gonna do now? Go home?

Fact is, it doesn't matter how you
feel about something before the event.

You may very well feel
is a waste of time.

For all I care, you could be a
long-haired conscientious objector.

In that case, you should have had
the guts to say so in the first place.

Is that right?

The fact remains, that
once you're involved...

you have a certain
responsibility to the people around you.

They depend on you.

And thas something that none of your sophisticated
arguments can get around.

Do you understand what I mean?

Yeah, I hear you talking.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

Scott!

Yes, sir.

All right, Corporal,
move the men out.

...otherwise you'll wake up Snow
White and the Fairy Prince.

Don't talk so daft.

I just wanna get home
like the rest of you.

Why don't we do that?

Why don't we all
just bugger off home?

We could always say...

that old Fairy Feet
and Snow White got lost.

Think. In six months' time...

the Japs will still be
sitting in this part of the jungle...

and we will still be
sitting in our part of the jungle...

and none of this will have
made a blind bit of difference.

You're joking, ain't you?

Thas right, Scottie.

I'm always joking.

All right, this is it.

Who gets to stay up?

And we'll separate at this
fork in the trail here.

I shall take Lt. Lawson, Hearne and
Scott to deal with the radio shack.

Cpl. McLean will lead
the rest of you...

to the southern section where
the barracks are concentrated.

Your job will be purely
a diversionary one.

As far as we can see, there's
only one radio operator.

Ideally, we would put him out of
commission just before midnight...

and then keep quiet
until the Lieutenant...

has sent his message on
our own transmitter.

If all goes well, we'll destroy their
transmitter immediately after midnight...

and pull back without calling
for any help from your people.

All right, les be on our way.

Remember, any disturbance
you hear before midnight...

will require diversionary
action from you.

If you hear nothing after
the one big explosion...

you can pull back without
revealing your position.

- Right?
- Right, sir.

Lieutenant, will
you lead off, please?

Les go, Scott.

Good luck.

Let us have you.

Come on, we've just got 15
minutes. Get your fingers out!

I'm coming.

And remember, be quiet.

Sir.

Tosh!

Hearne, you stupid idiot!

- How is it?
- I'm just looking, sir.

Come on.

Oh, God, please. No.

How about it?

Is useless, sir. There's at
least three valves smashed.

- Valves?
- "Tubes" to you.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, sir.

Hearne, you bastard! You
did that deliberately.

No, I didn't, Mr. Hornsby.

You'll address me
properly, do you hear?

Do you hear?

Yes, I hear you, sir...

and so will the Japs, if you
don't keep your bloody voice down.

I'm very sorry, sir, but
there was nothing I could do.

Dump that thing in the bushes! We're
late already. Out of my way.

- Any spares?
- No.

Go on.

Down there, under the hut.

Hurry.

They got a bleeding
generator grinding away.

Lights on all over the place.

Not expecting visitors, are they?

Spread out. Take cover.

Les not wake them up.

You gonna use grenades, Captain?

May not be too easy. Might
bounce against those screens.

Yeah. I suppose they might.

- Scott.
- Sir?

Do you think, I mean,
given a chance...

that you could operate the kind of
transmitter they've got in there?

I'll have to have a look at it, but
is probably basically the same thing.

Good. I think we might give it a try.

Give what a try?

If the three of us could
get in there unnoticed...

I could dispose of him...

and you two could send back our
fake message on their transmitter.

Rather a nice touch of
irony, don't you think?

Whare you trying to pull,
Captain? That wasn't in our orders.

No, Lieutenant. Is evident that one of
us has to get in there in any case...

to make sure of destroying
their transmitter.

So why not go the whole hog?

Our orders were damn plain, Captain.

We were to send the
message on our transmitter.

If that didn't work out,
we were to destroy theirs.

But nobody said a damn thing...

Do be quiet. I'm going over
there to deal with the operator.

When you see me come back to the
window, you and Scott will join me.

We'll send our message, destroy
their transmitter, and leave.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.

No, sir. I'm having
no part of it, Captain.

You're disobeying orders and
going beyond your authority.

You'll do as you're told.

What about that sentry, sir?

Keep him covered, but
don't shoot unless he does.

- Not even if he sees me.
- Even if he sees you?

I'm going to walk
straight across there.

Even if he does see me, he's quite
likely to assume I'm one of his chaps.

- Sir.
- What is it?

You'd look a lot less
English without that hat on.

Captain! I'm telling you now.

You're going against Col.
Thompson's orders.

If you go in there,
I'm not going with you.

You hear me?

I haven't got time
to argue, Lieutenant.

You know what you have to do.

There he is.

Whas the matter?

You heard me tell him
I'm not going in there.

We're running out of time.

Whas the matter with you?

I told him.

Come on, Scott. Les go!

- Are you ready to transmit yet?
- I think so, sir.

- Where the devil's the Lieutenant?
- I don't know, sir.

Lawson!

I told him.

I know you did.

But they're in there
now, waiting for you.

Go on, get moving!

Come on, move!

Where's the Lieutenant?

How the hell should I know?
I haven't seen him. Have you?

Of course I haven't.

Then les go.

I don't know.

You can please yourself,
what you do. I'm off.

I'm not waiting around
for that rubbish sack.

Coming in, Hearne.

Whare you doing? You're
supposed to be gone three minutes ago.

Yes, sir. I was only waiting
for you because I thought you...

Blimey.

This is a turn-up for the book.

Oh, God, looks like the whole
Japanese Air Force out there.

Look at that.

Like the swing shift at Lockheed.

I don't believe it.

Three rousing, great cheers for
American Air Reconnaissance.

Les get the hell
out of here. Come on.

Get me out of here!

Whare you stopping for?

- Which way?
- To the right, go around.

- Come on.
- Go around.

To the right, come on!

Give us covering fire, Thornton.

- Whas that?
- Scatter.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

This is Major Yamaguchi...

who has the pleasure
of addressing you.

No doubt you are quite
amazed to hear my voice.

In order to be sure...

that you are hearing me...

I was obliged to make this
speech five times today.

But tomorrow, as we
close in on you...

you will hear only
four such speeches.

On Saturday...

if you have not already
been killed or captured...

only two.

Captured?

If you look at your
map, you will see...

that as you travel south...

towards your base...

your situation is
like that of water...

in a funnel.

Whas he on about?

Do you understand?

Like water in a funnel.

No matter where you may now
be, or which route you take...

you will eventually
wish to emerge at your base.

As the funnel narrows...

as you get closer to home...

we will have less and
less area to cover...

in our search for you.

We have found your
abandoned radio transmitter.

We know our air power in this area...

came as a surprise to you...

and you must communicate this
information to your base.

But this will not happen.

Within three days...

you will all be killed or captured.

There is, however, an alternative.

You should consider it carefully.

If you will all surrender now...

just one week from
today, by which time...

your plans and ours
will be an open secret...

you will be released...

and allowed to return
to your own base.

This offer is a reasonable one.

Certainly you should
consider it carefully.

But, remember, it must be all of you.

There can be no exceptions.

I shall speak to you again
tomorrow, by which time...

I hope that good sense
will have prevailed.

If you wish to take
advantage of our offer...

you will fire a single
shot as a signal.

Up your khyber.

That is all. Good day, gentlemen.

And good day to you, you
malignant yellow dwarf.

They must be right behind us.

If that amplification's strong
enough, they could be a helluva long way.

What do you think, sir?

About what?

It seems like they're on to us.

Do you think they
mean what they're saying?

Don't be bloody stupid.

He did say they'd treat us all right.

They'll chop your bloody head off.

Since when have you been an expert?

What do you know about it, bigmouth?

A sight more than you do, pig face.

I saw what they did in
the hospital in Singapore.

You were so busy running
you never even saw a Jap...

let alone what they did to our lads.

They won't take us to a rest camp now
that we know where that airstrip is.

He's right.

- Damn right. Now les get out of here.
- Okay, come on.

All right, move out.

All right, get some sleep.

God, I'm tired.

Got to sleep.

Got to.

Good morning, gentlemen.

This is Saturday.

And the funnel in which you are
trapped is rapidly narrowing.

I anticipated that
you'd accept my terms.

Instead, you evidently marched...

throughout the day, and,
perhaps, most of the night.

A remarkable effort.

Your leader must be a man
of great determination.

You have very little
reason to be pleased with him...

because his stubborn determination...

has inspired me...

to alter the terms of our offer.

This offer now has a time limit.

You have until sundown to surrender.

After that, you will
be killed on sight.

In war, one must take harsh measures.

I'm sorry if you do not
like these new rules...

but the responsibility
rests with your leader.

Remember, you have
only to fire a single shot.

But please remember also...

that any surrender
must include all of you.

You understand? All of you.

I will give you a few
minutes to consider your decision.

How about it now, Lieutenant?

What? Quit?

No way.

They're not getting
their hands on me.

This time tomorrow, I'll
be back at that camp.

I don't think you know what
you're talking about.

Even the Jap said it
was all your fault.

I think we should turn in.

- What do you say, Thornton?
- Look, mate...

I couldn't give a bugger about the
Yank's reasons for wanting to carry on...

because I happen to know
they're half-baked anyway.

And if you want to believe that Jap,
you can, but they're not gonna get me.

I'd sooner shoot you than trust them.

As a matter of fact...

much sooner.

How do you know the Japs are lying?

What makes you think they're
all that different from us?

Thas right, kid, they're not.

Thas why that Jap Major could
be lying, just like I would.

You remain indecisive.

I am sorry.

Perhaps when you have rested...

you will feel different.

But the conditions remain the same.

You have until dusk
to give yourselves up.

That is all.

I knew it. He wants to draw
our fire and kill us all.

How do you know thas what he said?

Wanna wait a couple of
minutes? They'll be here.

- In that case, now's the time to pack it in.
- Watch it, darling.

They're coming.

- Clear that place.
- Get down!

Knife.

Come on, les get out of here.

Get him out of there. Quick, damn it.

- Come on, you guys, give us a hand.
- Get him out of there.

- Griffiths, get my pack.
- Yes, sir.

- McLean!
- Yes, sir?

Get behind him. Pick him
up and get him up the hill.

Come on.

Move down.

- He can't move.
- Come on.

Quick, hurry up.

Come on, damn it.

Move your ass! Come on!

- Move!
- Thas the way.

I'll lead them off up here.

Thas the way.

Day and night, service
is on hand, sir.

Come on, boys.

Don't drop him now.

Watch out for those
man-eating trout.

Easy.

You weigh a bleeding ton.

Thas it.

Easy, Thorny.

Tosh, my old buddy, how
does it look back there?

Is not so bad.

You'll be all right.

What kind of nonsense is that, man?

I can feel where the scorching thing went
in, and I can't feel where it came out.

Yeah, you are leaking a bit.

Hold up!

That makes your eyes
water, doesn't it?

- Is that tight enough?
- Yeah.

Right, now put your little
pinkie on the knot. Thas right.

Very pretty. I'm ready
for my coming-out ball.

You'll get "coming out" in a minute. Take
your finger away when I say, "Go."

Ready, steady, go.

There we are. I
shouldn't worry about it.

No, you shouldn't,
but maybe I should?

That bloody Yankee
poonagger's not coming back.

Thas all right.

Thornton's not going
anywhere, are you, Jock?

No, I'm having my change of life.

- Can he walk?
- Only on the water.

Yeah.

Thas it then.

Do you hear that,
lads? If anyone's going mad...

We've either got to leave him
here or turn ourselves in, right?

I already told you,
nobody's turning it in.

What are you gonna do with him?

You can't bloody carry
him back, can you?

You're so bloody clever,
Hearne. What are you gonna do with him?

Listen, you poxed-up
Glaswegian queer!

Is bad enough sitting
here full of bloody holes...

without listening to
you open your ugly face!

Knock it off.

I can hear you
halfway down the trail.

- Whas the matter with you guys, anyway?
- Is Thornton, sir.

He can't walk.

I was just saying we've either gotta
leave him here or turn ourselves in.

Now, suppose you let
me worry about that?

Meanwhile, you just rest your
toes because we're leaving before dark.

- Back in a minute, Thorny.
- Thanks, Tosh.

That bloo�s worth bottling.

Look at that pair.

I see Snow White's
found his first dwarf.

A right teddy bear's
picnic this has turned out to be.

- How long has Thornton got?
- I don't know.

But he won't be here next
week, thas for certain.

Where are you going?

Where are you off?

You know what that Yank's
gonna do, don't you?

- What?
- He's not leaving you here alive.

He'd sooner kill you himself.

- Kill me?
- Why shouldn't he?

All he cares about is
getting back to the camp.

He doesn't give a bugger
about you. I heard him say so.

Go to hell.

The only thing to do to get
you out of here safely...

to see you're looked
after, is to turn ourselves in.

I'll go with McLean and
Griffiths and talk to the Japs.

You try that and
I'll shoot you myself.

Don't be daft, man.

- What else is there?
- You cowardly pig.

You just want to save
your own skin, you hear me?

Now look here, Thornton.

For Go�s sake, man...

can't you even leave
a fellow in peace?

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I was only thinking of you.

Come on, take a wee drop of water.

Come on, now.

I'll hold it up for you.
Come on, drink it now.

McLean! Quickly! Wake up!

Wake up! Thornton's had it!

There's no telling what
the Yank will do now.

What is it?

Come on, wake up.

- Whas the matter?
- Thornton's dead. Come on!

- What about Tosh?
- Leave him.

You can't leave Tosh.

Once we get to the Japs, we'll
all be all right. Him as well.

Wake up!

Wake up, you stupid
bastard! Where the hell are they?

How the bloody hell do I know?

You're the one who's
supposed to be on guard.

Stupid, dirty bastards!

- You going after them?
- No, is too late.

They're probably closer
to the Japs than we are.

The only way they'll stay alive is by
telling that Jap Major where we are.

Come on, les go.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

From what your
comrades have told me...

I may assume that you
are now hearing me.

As you must know...

your comrades decided to
try and save their lives...

by surrendering and
informing us of your position.

But you escaped...

and so their fate is still in doubt.

Their surrender is of little
value unless you choose to join them.

If you will surrender before dark...

I shall keep my word.

You will be well treated...

and released in only a few days.

The man, Campbell, did not
merit such good treatment.

He was found to be carrying the personal
effects of one of our officers...

our Communications Lieutenant...

who has been missing
since last Tuesday.

His body was discovered yesterday.

Our Lieutenant was very
popular with his men.

You would understand that there was
little I could do to restrain them...

even if I had wanted to.

It has been an incident in
which none of us can take pride.

However, the real
problem still remains.

You must decide what you want
done with the two comrades...

who are still our prisoners.

It is for you to say
if they shall live.

If you wish to stay alive...

you must persuade your two
friends to surrender. Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

You may talk to them.

Lieutenant? Tosh?

Is me, McLean.

Is right, what the Major was
saying. About Campbell, I mean.

They showed us the stuff
he stole from the officer...

and how he chopped his
finger off to get the ring.

There wasn't anything anyone
coul�ve done to stop them.

But we're all right.

It is necessary for
you to persuade them.

I know we shouldn't have gone
off with Campbell like we did.

And I know we shouldn't have
told them where you were hiding...

but it was Campbell's idea, and
we thought it was for the best.

Listen, if you don't give
yourselves up now...

we'll be the ones who
end up paying for it.

Your Corporal is giving
you excellent advice.

There is no longer a
choice for any of you.

Either you surrender and live...

or if you attempt to
postpone the inevitable...

then I shall withdraw my offer...

and your two comrades
will die tonight.

The decision is yours. You
have until nightfall to decide.

Please, Lieutenant...

do like he says.

Tosh, please!

I couldn't care less what
they do to those two.

Whatever that Jap's
gonna do, he's gonna do.

Is got nothing to do
with what we're gonna do.

If you mean it ain't
gonna make us surrender...

I'm with you.

But if you think we're gonna try
and get back to camp by tomorrow...

you must be bloody mad.

Thas exactly what we're gonna do.

We hit that clearing on
the edge of that camp...

if there are two of us...

we're gonna have twice as much
a chance of getting through.

And, buddy boy...

you're going with me
every step of the way.

Listen, Lieutenant...

neither of us wants
to get killed, right?

I've never believed any of the
guff that Jap's been giving us, either.

I know once he lays
his hands on us...

he'll finish us off,
no matter what he says.

So, up until now...

the only way of staying
alive was getting back to camp.

But now there's another way.

Something that nobody
else thought of.

Nobody except me, that is.

- What?
- Is very simple.

We double back, head north
for two or three hours...

duck off the trail, sleep
for a couple of days...

and we'll be laughing.

- Laughing?
- Yeah, laughing.

Because once the Jap dive bombers...

get stuck into the Yank
ships Monday morning...

the Jap Major won't be
looking for us anymore.

Right?

He couldn't care less
where we are then.

We can just lie low
for a couple of days...

stroll back into camp...

and nobody will say a dickie bird.

Whas so bad about that?

I never asked those
idiots to send me out here.

But if I ever get back, ill be:

"Well done, Hearne.

"Jolly good show.

"Now you can piss off home...

"back to whatever dirty
little hole you came from."

And what are they gonna
do for you, Lieutenant?

Make you the bloody President?

No.

Getting ourselves killed...

isn't going to make any
difference to anybody except us.

Look, Yank...

the last thing that Jap
Major is gonna be looking for...

is us heading north.

So what do you say?

You got any idea how many guys
will get killed on those ships...

if we haven't got the
guts to try and stop them?

Okay, so a couple of hundred
Yanks will get the chop.

- They shouldn't have joined, should they?
- Hundreds?

Thousands.

In any case, is not the bloody
Yanks you're worried about...

because if their chances
depend on us getting back...

they've just about had
it in the first place.

No, whas got you jumping about like
a frog with a bullet up its ass...

is old Fairy Feet Hornsby...

because you reckon you let him down.

And thas the one bloody
time you've been right.

You did.

You might just as well have
killed him yourself.

But getting us killed isn't
gonna make up for that.

So Hornsby is your problem.

And those Yank sailors
are your problem.

And if you wanna start
playing bloody heroes...

I've got another problem for you.

I'm not bloody well coming with you.

You forgot your problem.

Me.

I told you before...

one of us has gotta
get back there alive.

And if you don't go with
me, I'll have to leave you here.

Dead.

Understood?

Understood.

Just don't forget.

Gentlemen, your time is up!

I shall give you 30 seconds.

If you do not give yourselves up...

I shall be forced to
execute your two comrades.

Let me talk to him.

Listen to me, Lieutenant, please.

You've gotta listen to
me. They're gonna kill us.

Just like they killed Campbell.

Please, Lieutenant,
don't let them do it.

Do you really find it so easy to
believe that I would shoot you?

Keep going.

Get up.

There's not much further to go.

How the hell would you know?

There can't be.

No more, thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Get up, you limey son of a
bitch, or I'll kick your head in!

Get up.

Good morning, again.

You must be very tired.

You have come a long
way during the night.

A truly remarkable effort.

Remarkable, but to
very little purpose.

Shut up, you slimy yellow nob.

You have moved fast...

but we have moved faster.

You will find that you are
now very near the open field...

that serves as a
perimeter to your base.

But some of my men are
already on that perimeter.

In short, you are now
totally surrounded.

You are now at the very tip of the
funnel I have talked about so often.

I can understand
your determination...

but to give up your
lives for an objective...

which cannot be won
is a foolish waste.

You have shown
yourselves to be brave soldiers.

It shows us that you are
intelligent ones also.

Give yourselves up and live.

I assure you, the medals they
give to dead heroes are made of brass.

All they do is add
weight to your coffin.

You bloody idiot!

Believe me...

your situation is truly hopeless.

All trails leading back into
the jungle are under guard.

This means...

that you can no longer hide...

you can no longer double
back on your tracks.

Whas that all about?

Better get the Sergeant Major.

I shall give you three
minutes during which time...

you will wish to
confirm for yourselves...

that what I have said is true.

At the end of that time...

you must either surrender or die.

You will fire a single shot to
indicate that you have surrendered.

Or my men will close in and kill.

Stand to!

- What is it?
- Don't know what it is, Sergeant Major.

Get Col. Thompson! Double!

- Get the Color Sergeant.
- Yes, Sergeant Major.

What the hell is it?

- What is it, Sergeant Major?
- I don't know what it is.

I've sent for the old man.

- You better man the weapon pits.
- Right.

Come on, les have you fast now!

What do you think this is,
Kensington Gardens? Come on!

- Get in with that gun!
- Get in there.

Make sure the men
stay back, Sergeant.

You men know the drill!

Keep back!

Stay out of enemy range!

Laid on!

- Morning, sir.
- Morning, Sergeant Major.

- Everything in order?
- Yes, sir.

- Mortars?
- All weapon pits are manned, sir.

Sounds like loudspeakers
of some kind.

Got any more bright suggestions?

My patience is growing very short.

He must think we've
still got a chance.

- Who must?
- Guchi.

Why are they giving us three minutes?

Why don't they just come and get us?

Yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe they're spread too thin.

Maybe they're afraid to come in, for
fear of chasing us out in the open.

Yeah, and having to waste all
those bullets to shoot us?

Maybe.

But there's still two of us...

and one of us just might make it.

You now have only two
and a half more minutes.

We could sure use some covering fire.

- Think your guys will be doing anything?
- Yeah.

Having breakfast.

We could use all the help we can get.

Maybe if we fire that shot...

- Why waste a bullet?
- What do you mean?

Fire one shot and maybe
we'll confuse the Japs a bit.

But if we could kill their Major...

they wouldn't have
anyone to tell them what to do.

They'd be running about
all over the place.

Might give us a head start.

And that little bastar�s been asking
for it for a long time, hasn't he?

This way.

Two minutes.

You now have only one and a
half more minutes, gentlemen.

- Stand them to, Sergeant.
- All guns stand to!

The rest of you keep
back! Out of enemy range!

It worked.

They've gone back.

Don't forget to zigzag.

You zig, I'll zag.

Look there!

There they are!

Can you make out which ones they are?

Lay down covering
fire, Sergeant! Hurry!

Give those men covering fire!

Correct right, Sergeant!

Three turns more right!

More left!

Come on!

- He's all right.
- He's alive.

- He's getting up.
- He's alive!

Cease fire!

All guns cease fire!

Machine gunners, stand by
to give us covering fire!

Take it easy, lad.

Were there any other survivors?

Was it just the two of you?

Who was that with you out there?

I said...

who was that with you out there?

Out there...

he was a bloody hero.

He killed...

fifteen bleeding Japs...

single-handed.

Killed fifteen?

Thirty, if you like.