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I blew it this time.

Gotta hit the salt.

Don't wait up for me, guys.

- This isn't gonna take long is it, guys?

Who do you like in the World Series?

- You know, baseball.

- Yeah, well get rid of the dogs first.

- Okay, okay, I'm only kidding.

I'm only kidding.

Thanks for the lift, guys.

Good morning, captain.

Hey, what time does the pool open?

Hey, guys.

Yeah, I saw Betty Grable in London.

She sends her love.

- What?

Hi, mate.

- I want one close to the john.

In case I gotta get up in the
middle of the night, you know?

Hey, Mack, you speak any English?

- Yes.

How about you?

- You know, you got a right to a uniform.

Next time the Red Cross comes in here,

you tell 'em you want a uniform.

- Okay, thanks, I'll do that.

- What kind of uniform would that be?

- I'm a major.

British Expeditionary Forces.

- Well, you can't see
me, but I'm saluting.

You don't sound like a Brit.

Long story.

- How long you been in here?

- Five days now.

Yeah, what'd you do?

- Ah, I got a little wire happy,

took a walk through the woods.

What about you?

- I fell out of a P-47 over France.

And the Jerries nabbed me.

You break outta here solo?

Mm-hmm.

That's all they got
going on around here is guys

with ants in their pants
going for midnight strolls?

- Far as I know.

- Well, you need to get on a program.

I'll talk to you when I get out.

Okay.

- Where'd you say you flew out of?

- I didn't.

- Good luck.

- Yeah, you too.

- This escape I take
personally, Major Dodge.

You shouldn't, colonel.

- All the agreed rules for
the treatment of prisoners

are observed in this camp.

It's a matter of policy for
Luftwaffe Commander Goering

and a matter of personal honor for me.

Yet, you persist in trying to escape.

That's very obstinate of you.

- People have told me

that I'm obstinate my whole life, colonel.

Afraid it hasn't done very much good.

- May I speak frankly to you?

As an officer?

I am sure English officers come together

and they speak about things, they gossip

as German officers do this as well.

Mostly, they speak of
what goes on in Berlin.

Right now they are saying in Berlin,

Herr Himmler is thinking
that the Luftwaffe has been

too weak in its dealings with
escaped prisoners of war.

He regards them as no
different than civilian spies,

especially since they are
usually out of uniform.

He thinks the Gestapo could
manage them much better.

- But if that were true,

that'd be a violation of
the Geneva Convention.

- I'm only telling you this
for your own good, Major Dodge.

- I don't think that Germany

would want to violate that convention.

- I tell you what I
have heard, that's all.

They say you were captured
by the Hitler Youth.

That's correct?

- Yes.

- I think there must
be more to this story.

- You all right, Johnnie?

- Fine, Roger.

I can't say I wouldn't have liked

to just keep on going to the Swiss border.

- How'd it go?

- Good, I think I got what we need.

- Good.

Wings is waiting for us
back at the barracks.

- Right.

Say, Jim.

Northbound, Sagan, 11:47.

Frankfurt, 14:15.

And Berlin, 16:50.

Although I doubt you
want stay on that long.

- And what about southbound?

Leaves Sagan at 9:53.

Dresden, 16:20.

And Munich, 23:07.

- Mm-hmm.

Where do the Sagan police stay?

- There's a little room right next

to the station master's office.

They wait in there.

- Pieber's headed this way.

- Right, I'll see you chaps
later on on the pitch.

Captain Pieber.

- Colonel Von Lindeiner
wants those clothes.

- Why, does he want to escape too?

- Rubberneck's had his eye on 104 all day.

- Which tunnel are we digging today?

- Digging in 102, he's
watching the diversion.

- Diversion or not, he looks
like he's up to no good.

- Maybe we're being too clever.

- I don't know, it looks
like it's working to me.

- I still think it's trouble.

- Damn.

- Quick, let's get a move on.
- Okay.

- Bloody hell.

- Get up, move, now.
- Come on, Mack, let's go.

Everybody out.

- Go, move.

Faster, faster.

Line up.

Faster, please.

Take your
time, lads, take your time.

Just keep it nice and slow.

- Thank God.

- That was too damn close.

Okay, let's
spit it up now, come on.

Thank
you, flight leftenant.

Parade, attention!

- Group Captain Massey.

- All men present and
accounted for, colonel.

- So, where is your tunnel,
Squadron Leader Bushell?

- Tunnel, colonel?

- You know, I have great respect for all

of these fine soldiers and good pilots.

I'm even honored to be your guardian.

But there are those who think
we waste too much manpower

in taking care of you.

Open.

- Just doing a bit of gardening, guv.

- Yes, sir.

- Obviously, there is a tunnel.

Find it.

- If the Jerries didn't do
everything by the bloody numbers,

they'd have trapped the day
shift underground today.

- What are you getting at, Roger?

- It's getting tight.

I want to move the whole thing up.

- No, we can't just do that.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen, we
cannot break for it now.

- Well, we damn well
can if we have to, sir.

- Roger, Roger, I know as
Big X, it's your decision.

But it's still bloody April.

The ponds freeze at night.

- It's cold, but it's dry.

No tracks.

Besides, they won't be expecting it.

The escape season's May
to September, right?

- Right.

- We've been through a lot together.

You're the best bunch of
men I ever worked with.

If you want out, though, it's okay.

I just think it's now or never.

- Roger's right, we can't wait.

Not with Rubberneck on our backs.

Harry needs what, 42 more feet?

If we dig around the clock,
we can get it done in a week.

- We need three factors
the night of the breakout.

No moon, reasonable weather,
a little bit of luck.

- Right.

Now the almanac only guarantees

the moon Saturday, April the 24th.

- That's two weeks away.

- Right.

There won't be another moonless night

until the end of May after that.

- Yeah, we can't make it that long.

- Saturday night means Sunday timetable

for the trains, gentlemen.

Fewer trains.

- Fewer police, more people.

We don't have any choice.

- Jim, you'll have to have
all the travel documents

made up for that Saturday.

- I won't have them all.

- Well, how many?

- Nearly 200.

- Oh, 200 men, scattered around Europe

should keep Jerry busy, eh?

That's it then.

Yeah.

- There's one more thing I'd like to say.

I talked to Von Lindeiner
when I got out of the cooler.

He says Berlin's tired of all the escapes.

Anybody breaks out in the future

might end up with the Gestapo.

- That is contrary to
the Geneva Convention.

- Right.

But if it happens, they could be shot.

- Oh come on, it's just a
threat, they don't mean it.

- What do you think?

- I think as long as our
side's holding German POWs,

they have to watch their step.

I think we have to go.

- You run a nice cooler in there, Hans.

Only my caviar was a little too salty.

Maybe you can work on that.

- I have heard that you like
to provoke, Lieutenant Corey.

But at this camp, it's my responsibility

to see that there is no trouble.

Is that understood?

- You got your orders, I got mine.

- How's Betty, big fella?

- Not bad, not bad.

- But there is one difference.

We have guns and you don't.

- It's keen observations like that

gonna make you a general, Hans.

♪ La la la la, fa la la la la la la ♪

♪ The spring clad all in gladness ♪

♪ Doth laugh at winter's sadness ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la ♪

♪ And to the bagpipe's sound ♪

♪ The nymphs sail off the ground ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la ♪

♪ Fie, then, why sit we musing ♪

♪ Youth's sweet delight refusing ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la ♪

♪ Say, dainty nymph, and speak ♪

♪ Shall we play barley break ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la ♪

- All right.

We'll come back to it tomorrow

with "Good Morrow, Fair
Ladies", all right?

- Hey, hey, that's a pretty catchy tune.

- Pretty great, huh?
- Yeah.

You know, I was doing a lot
of thinking in the cooler.

- Really?

- Mike Corey, by the way.
- John Dodge, how are you?

- Okay.

Tell me, what's a Yank
doing in a British uniform?

- Well, my family moved
to England awhile go.

When the war broke out, I wanted
to do something right away.

So, I joined up.

Luckily, I could pull some strings too.

Believe it or not, Winston
Churchill's my cousin.

- You're kidding me.
- Nope.

And by the way, the goons
don't know about that.

I'd like to keep it that way, okay?

- Okay.

Yeah you know, major, I think
you're wasting your time

doing solos outta here.

If you work at it, you
might be able to break out

as many as 10 to 15 men with one shot.

- Well, they got goon boxes
all around the perimeter.

- Well, you got out.

Besides, tunnel's the way to go.

- You know, they've got microphones buried

to detect any digging.

This whole place is
built on soft sand too.

- Well, you dig deeper and you brace

up the tunnel with bed boards.

- Really?

How do you know so much about tunneling?

- Well, this isn't my
first time in a camp.

I spent six months in 11 tunnels

before I figured a way out last time.

I made it to Finland
and I rejoined my group,

started doing missions again.

- That's great.

You know, lieutenant,
we're about 700 miles

from the Allied lines here.

- Yeah, I just got transported
all the way in from France.

And I can tell you every
Wehrmacht deployment

and railroad crossing between
here and the French border.

- Why don't you come on in?

So, lieutenant, what's your
P-47 doing over Eastern France?

Isn't that about a hundred
miles past your range?

- I ran outta gas.

- You ran outta gas?
- That's right.

That's why I'm here.

- Al Hake, mate.

Now, in America, don't
they teach you to calculate

how much petrol you need
before you take off?

- I had plenty when I took off.

See, I'm running protection for our B-17s

on their way to visit the Fatherland.

But the Germans, they
figured out the range

of our fighter escorts.

And the Messerschmitts,
they just sit around

past our range, waiting
to pick off the B-17s

once the fighters turn back.

Well, I didn't like them having

a free turkey shoot at our boys.

A P-47 can really move in a dogfight

when it's light on fuel.

Took out three Messerschmitts

before the fuel lines started sucking air.

- Roger Bushell, leftenant.

- Mike Corey, sir.

- Wing Commander Day,
Mike, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Crew Captain Massey, Mike.

- How do you do, leftenant?

How do you do, sir?

- Captain's the senior
ranking officer in the camp.

- Lieutenant Corey says that we

should try tunneling outta here.

We could break out, what,
10 or 15 men all at once.

- Oh no.

Too dangerous.

- A bit ambitious, isn't he?

- No, not really.

A little planning and it should be simple.

- No.

- You guys aren't gonna try to talk me

out of escaping, are you?

- Not me.

How about you, Roger?

- Well, not I, dear lad.

What do you think, group captain?

- Heavens, no, no, no, no.

After all, it is every
soldier's duty to try to escape.

Oh by the way, leftenant,
Squadron Leader Bushell is Big X.

- Big X?

- You look cold, Mike.

Gentlemen, I think we
should show Mike our stove.

- Do you now?

X?

- Yes.

I think we can trust him.

- What the hell?

- This is Dick.

It goes down 30 feet to
get past the microphones.

It's 120 feet out into
the woods right now.

We've got electric lights, pumped-in air,

and a pulley-operated trolley.

We got two others, Tom and Harry,

going in other huts as backups too.

- Well, how do you hide the dirt?

- They're carrying bags with
drawstrings at the bottom.

See, the problem is trying to
mix it into the regular dirt

so the goons don't notice.

- How many are going?

- 200 if we can get it ready.

- You serious?

Hey, what's this Big X stuff?

- It's our codename for Roger.

He's in charge of all escape activities.

If he goes out on this one,
it's gonna be his eighth.

It's more than any other Allied POW.

The goons really wanna
put an end to his career.

He's caused them a lot of trouble.

- Come down there.
- Move.

- Come on, get it.
- Shoot.

Shoot!

- Come on.

Pass the ball.

Pass it.

Go, go, go, go.

- We had to take this
big detour right here

'cause the quarter mile
of rail was knocked out.

- Was there a lot of
French labor camps there?

- I saw mostly Dutch.

I think it would be a good
cover for some of the men.

You know, I speak a little Dutch.

I had a girlfriend once that was Dutch.

- Mike, there's a problem.

- Mike, all the places are taken.

The documents are forged,
the clothes are made too.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

I understand.

Hey, I'm a fair digger, by the way,

if you need a hand with the dirty stuff.

And I volunteered for this.

- You've got a natural
gift for it, my boy.

- So, where are you digging
your new tunnel, sergeant?

- Hello, Pieber.

You know, you worry too
much for such a young lad.

You see, before, we
always tried digging down

in the direction of Hell.

But that didn't pan out.

So now, we try to go up
in the other direction.

- This is not very funny, sergeant.

- Bloody woofter.

Good on me.

- Travel papers.

- Ah.

- Tell me which is a forgery.

- I, um, I don't know.

This one.

- Both of them.

- You're amazing, Kitteridge.

- You make all these
compasses from scratch?

Mm-hmm.

- How accurate do you think they are?

- Plus or minus three degrees.

- It's really great work, Al.

Mm.

- Well, I'll see you later.

- Michael.
- Yeah?

- Did you really meet Betty Grable?

- Would I kid you?

- Money, map, furniture.
- Food.

- Money, map, furniture.

There you go.
- Food.

- What do you think, is that
enough planning for you?

- And I was gonna put
you guys on a schedule.

- Money, map, furniture.

- Not bad, but don't forget.

One phrase.

- How far have we got to
dig through tonight, Mack?

- Got about two feet left on top.

That means maybe 10
minutes to break through.

- Any other hitches I should know about?

- Yeah, Chapman's still in
the infirmary with a fever.

I think we should count him out.

- Right.

Can anybody else
use his clothes and papers?

- It has to be somebody experienced.

It's too late to train anyone.

- I can take care of that.

- Blue tip points north.

Grable's gonna love your new clothes.

Blue tip points north.

Yup.

Blue tip points north.

Blue tip points north, Jim.

All right, Mack?

- Dammit, Johnnie.
- What?

- Johnnie, we're short.

- How the hell could we be short?

- I dunno, we're short.

- Where are we?

- We're right in the
middle of the clearing,

about 50 feet from the goon box.

The bugger could've spit
on me head if he wanted to.

- Wing.

We're short.
- What?

- Wait here.

Roger, we're short.

The hole's right in the
middle of a clearing.

- Oh no.
- God.

- The goons haven't spotted it yet?

- No, I don't think so.

- All the papers are date stamped.

They won't be any good for next month.

If we don't go now then we'll
have to do them all again.

It would take months.

- We could string a
cord out into the woods

and put a sentry out there.

One tug for danger, two for
all clear, something like that.

- What do you think?

- I say we go.

- We go.

- Go.

- Okay, Louie.

Go to the end, wait for
a signal, good luck.

- This bleeding thing is too big.

- I brought the blooming
crown jewels in here, mate.

- Oh.
- What's the holdup?

- Pull away.

- Wings.

Give me a hand, cave-in.

- Oh no.

- Get up.

Come on.

Okay, bring him through.

Bring him through.
- Take him.

- Okay, easy, easy.

Easy.

- Listen, keep going.

- Do you think this thing is strength?

Take it easy, easy.

- Sir, cave-in.

Trying to clear it now.

Shouldn't be too long.

- Go.

Okay.

- Lieutenant.

All clear.

- Sh sh sh sh.

Roger, Roger.

Air raid.

- Bloody hell.

Pull.

A rudding air raid.

- Search lights will be
out, let's keep 'em moving.

- All right.

Going.

Roger, be careful, you're
a prize catch for them.

- Don't worry about me, lad.

See you in Piccadilly, I'm buying.

- Piccadilly it is.

- It's been great, Johnnie.

- Take it easy, Willie.

- Good luck.

- Go.

Go.

- Come on, Roger.
- Get going.

- You okay, Mike?
- Yeah.

Kinda reminds me of Coney Island.

- Damn, the air raid's over.

Say, Mike, we're all
meeting at Christmastime.

Ram's Head Pub, Piccadilly.

See you there, okay?

- Okay, Johnnie, thanks.

- You take care.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Was going too slow.

It's easier for one man to do it.

- Roger, you can't do
everything by yourself.

Listen...

- Go.

- Halt.

Back, go back, get down.

- Dr. Absalon.

The highest search order in Germany.

Do you know how many

of our men this search order will require?

There will be no police
left to deal with criminals.

- And are these not
criminals, Herr Wielen?

All 76 of them?

- They are military prisoners.

- Nevertheless, you will capture them.

And when you have done so,

you will hand them over to the Gestapo.

- This order does not tell me that.

- I tell you that.

- You have no official
authority over my police.

Until I have an order that says otherwise,

I intend to hand any captured prisoners

over to military authorities.

- Yes well, very soon we shall

be running those military camps.

Oh, and Herr Wielen, when
you have a complete report,

I shall want to see it.

- Halt.

- Out, now.

The station up ahead is
crawling with Wehrmacht.

- Shoot them.

They are all to be shot upon recapture.

Then, there will be no more escapes.

- If we shoot them all, Mein Fuhrer,

then obviously everyone will
know that we executed them.

- Mein Fuhrer, if I may.

- You have a plan, Herr Burchardt?

- The disappearance of a certain number

of the escaped airmen

could be discreetly arranged, Mein Fuhrer.

- How many?

- More than half.

- Ja, ja.

It's good.

You want some?

Just because we are in Breslau,
do I look like a German?

I'm a foreign worker.

French, like you.

Hungry?

And where are you going like this?

Okay, do not tell me.

It is not my business, right?

But if you are going north, I
can take you a few kilometers.

I am the captain of this magnificent ship.

- What is it?

A teletyping
has just come in

ordering you to personally
receive the next message.

No one else may remain near the machine.

- As a deterrent, it is
the order of the Fuhrer

that a number of escaped
officers be turned over

to the local Gestapo.

Therefore, I order the
Kriminalpolizei to hand

over designated prisoners
to my special emissary

who will make selections
regarding the disposition

of the prisoners.

Signed, Heinrich Himmler.

Selections, Herr Burchardt?

- You asked for clarification.

Now you have it.

- Johnnie, run.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Morning, Herr Wielen.

How many now?

- We have recaptured 22.

Where is the list?

Burchardt.

- Burchardt?

In my office?

- He gave strict orders that
he wasn't to be disturbed.

- Hartheim prison.

It's supposed to be
for political prisoners

and high-ranking officers.

- Why are they bringing us here then?

- They say no one's
ever escaped from here.

Except in a coffin.

- What I see are three men
700 miles behind the lines

disguised in civilian clothes.

- No, these are military uniforms

made to look like civilian clothes.

- To me, you are spies.

We shoot spies.

Think about that, gentlemen.

- Hey, come on.

- Give 'em hell, Roger.

- Hey, hey, what is this?

- Hello.

Who's that, Corey?
- Johnnie Dodge.

- Mack.
- Hey, it's good to see you.

- Hello, Johnnie lad.
- Hello, Mack.

Wings, they got you too, huh?

Oh, I failed.

- Hey, did you see that?

They put an S on Roger's door.

- An S?

Is Roger here?

He's all right, isn't he?

- That S stands for Sagan
doesn't it, Johnnie?

- It could be S for schiessen.

S for shoot.

- Only 16 kilometers to Breslau.

- Ja, it is good.

It's a bleeding shame.

Some of them are out, though.

- Only 15 back out of 76.

Our boys must be giving them a merry run.

- I can't believe they've caught only 15.

Can the others really have made it?

- I'll go and dig into it.

Go on.
- No.

- Go on.

Actually the Red Cross
bunched up two shipments

and now I have too many.

Really.

Take another one for later.

So, what do the men have to say

about their little adventure?

- Oh, not much.

- The other 61 made it then.

Well, they must be out of Germany by now.

- No, no, no.

Many more have been caught,
I can assure you of that.

- Franz, you have been
reading Nazi newspapers again.

You can't expect me to believe

a word they're saying, can you?

- Of course not.

But one of the men in the cooler,

McBride, told me that he saw
16 more at Goerlitz prison

being taken away in the
middle of the night.

- Then why haven't they
been returned to the camp?

- Why are the prisoners
still being held in Breslau?

These are Luftwaffe prisoners.

The civilian police have no
authority in this matter.

I insist they be returned immediately.

- I find it interesting
that a man who has allowed

76 prisoners to escape
should insist on anything.

I am here to conduct an investigation

into the very unusual
circumstances of this escape.

My authority comes from
the highest sources.

- My authority comes

from Field Marshal Goering, Herr Doctor.

- Field Marshal Goering has been told

of the special measures to be used.

In the case of these escapees,

he is in complete agreement with them.

- Special measures?

- You should not trouble yourself

with matters which no longer concern you.

I shall conduct this
investigation as I see fit.

As for you, commandant,
I have an order here

from Field Marshal Goering
relieving you of this command.

There's a car outside waiting
to take you to Berlin.

- What's this?

Five or six guys.

What do you see?

- It's the Gestapo and
they've got Roger and Al Hake.

- What the hell is this?

They got Cross, Wiley, and Pohe.

They're all being loaded into a car.

Where the hell are they taking 'em?

- Bushell.

Hake.

Cross.

Wiley.

Pohe and...

And Stower.

Gentlemen, by order of the Furher,

you have all been condemned to death.

But of course, you knew that.

Our Father, which art in Heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

- Come on, Mack.

Okay.

They got you.

- Come on, lad.

- There you go.
- Come on, boy.

- Very good.
- Here, we got you.

How is it?

- I can't believe it.

The walls are hallow.

You could drop right
down into the basement.

- Take a look at this.

You tunnel straight out from the basement

and this is what you get, it's clay.

Firm enough to stay
together without shoring.

Not that it bloody matters,
there's nothing here

to shore a tunnel up with anyway.

- How do we hide it, Wings?

- It's easy, Wings.

You just dump it in the
basement between the walls.

- I cannot believe there are no ferrets.

- No no no.

I've watched for days.

The guards hardly ever leave their posts.

- That's right, they just don't think

anyone's ever gonna try
to escape from here.

How long do you think, Mack?

- 50 feet, mate.

You'll be on the hillside.

Good as gold.

- Let's do it.

- We all right then, Johnnie?

- You ever come to America,
Wings, first thing we do

is take you to a ballgame.

- Corey, Wings, up here.

- Let's go.

- Get a move on.

There you go.

- What's going on?

- Best have a seat, mate.

- Listen to me.

This is Goering's newspaper,
Volkischer Beobachter,

they had it for toilet paper in the can.

Just three weeks out of date.

In it, there's a story
about the escape of Sagan.

- Shouldn't think they'd
wanna brag about that.

- Well, what's it say, Johnnie?

- In it, they claim that...

They claim that 50 escaped prisoners

either tried to resist arrest or...

Tried to escape after they were recaptured

and so they were shot.

No one was wounded.

They were all killed.

- 50?

- Do they give any names?

- Pohe.

Cross.

Wiley.

Hake.

Bushell.

I don't believe it.

Dammit, I don't believe it.

It's a bluff.

They're trying to scare us.

This newspaper's the real thing.

- Eh, Johnnie, I gotta agree with Corey.

Those goons might be blighters

but they're not that trigger-happy.

Not against unarmed men.

- Those were Gestapo we saw outside.

We all saw them.

Now in view of this,
we're going to take a vote

as to whether to continue
to work on this tunnel.

You're Big X now,
John, it's your decision.

- No, I made that decision one time before

and a lot of good men are dead.

So, anyone in favor of
discontinuing work on this tunnel

until we can see which
way the wind's blowing,

raise your hands, please.

Come on, we're friends.

If you want to stop work on
the tunnel, just say so now.

Look, we have no sworn
duty to commit suicide.

- I say dammit to hell.

Let's get on with it.

- Me too.

I'd rather take my
chances with the Gestapo

than spend one more night
in this godforsaken place.

- Mack, what about you?

- Well, mate, I really wouldn't know what

to do with myself if I
hadn't a tunnel to dig.

Wouldn't know how to occupy my time.

- You bloody fools.

- Bushell.

Hake.

Ashes.

Kirby-Green.

Kidder.

- Mack.

Guard.

- Hey, guards.

Let's go.

Let's go.

- Gestapo.

- Come on.
- Get in here, the Gestapo.

- Come on.

Major Dodge.

- Who the hell are you,
the Angel of Death?

- You think I'm Gestapo?

We're taking you out of here, major.

- I see.

You have nothing to fear.

- No, of course not.

I guess I don't have to
comb my hair for this, do I?

- You dumb bastards.
- Corey.

- They'll kill us all.
- Corey.

- Corey, can you hear me?
- Yes.

- Mike, listen to me.

You stay alive, you hear me?

You do whatever it takes.

You stay alive, all right?

I will, I will, Johnnie.

- Major Dodge.

I'll be waiting, Johnnie.

- Ram's Head, Piccadilly.

- We got about seven hours until morning,

then all hell's gonna break loose.

Good luck, guys.

- Don't forget, Ram's Head,

Piccadilly Circus, Christmas next.

- Wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Ram's Head.

- Hey, and don't you worry
about Johnnie Dodge, mate.

He'll be there.

- Goodbye, Johnnie.

- Now you can bath and shave
and put on your new clothes.

I'm sure you will feel
much more comfortable.

- What's going on here?

- Patience, Major Dodge.

Ah, you look splendid.

Truly splendid.

The clothes do indeed make the man

as I think one of your chaps said.

You're going to meet
with a man named Schmidt.

A very common name for
a very uncommon man.

He is Herr Hitler's private counsel.

And my dear Major Dodge,

please do not try to escape tonight.

We're sending you home to England.

- Ah, so good of you to come, Major Dodge.

Take a seat.

Have a drink, my dear fellow.

Scotch whiskey.

Have you told him the excellent news?

- I have told Major Dodge

that he is going home, Dr. Schmidt.

- Ah, then I have the honor

of telling him the truly wonderful news.

You, Major Dodge, will be the instrument.

Yes, the instrument of peace in our times.

When you go home, you will no doubt

be seeing your kinsman Mr. Churchill.

You see, we have found out
your little secret, oh yes.

So you are the perfect person

to carry a message to the prime minister.

- A message?

- Quite so, a message from Herr Hitler.

I want you to remember three things.

One, no unconditional surrender.

Two, ethnographical boundaries.

And three, the balance of power in Europe,

for Britain's safety,
it must be maintained.

The Fuhrer has always
thought of the English

and Americans as civilized,
reasonable people.

We must protect Europe

from the Russian barbarians to the east.

Herr Thost here will escort
you to the Swiss border.

I'm sure the British embassy in Zurich

will get you back to London.

- Mack.

Mack, you still in there?

It's Corey.

- What was that all about?

- Fools.

- What's wrong?

- The Fuhrer is enraged.

Your friends have escaped from Hartheim.

Well, don't celebrate too much.

I've just been ordered to
hand you over to the Gestapo

here in Munich and I told them I would.

Don't you be a bloody fool as well.

You would have no chance at
the Swiss border without me.

You actually gonna believe
that I'm going to listen

to the ragings of that maniac?

You really think I'm going to hand you

over to the Gestapo to be shot?

- Well, the thought had crossed my mind.

- Look at me.

I'm an educated man.

Do you think I have no eyes in
my head to see all around me?

Look, it's over.

The mad dream is over.

We've been fools all drunk
with visions of glory.

- Where are we going?

- Switzerland.

All appears to be normal.

These are papers that will permit you

to pass through our controls.

When you simply walk across
the Franger into Switzerland

and make contact with your consulate.

In two days, major, you'll be in England.

Major Dodge, you have
heard what that imbecile

Dr. Schmidt explained about your mission,

what you must say to your
cousin, the prime minister.

It is, of course, far too
late for these peace terms

to be taken seriously.

Your real mission, major, must
be to convince Mr. Churchill

there are still some sane
people left in Germany.

Reasonable men who want peace.

Peace with no conditions
but a lasting peace.

We want to stop the slaughter.

- We?

- I am the spokesman for a group

of high-ranking military
officers and members

of the civilian government who do not wish

to follow the Nazis blindly
to our total destruction.

Tell the prime minister that.

Tell him that he must deal with us

or the war will go on and on.

Hitler is completely mad.

He will never surrender.

Will you do it?

Can you persuade your
cousin to deal with us?

- I can't promise you anything.

But I'll speak to him.

- Good.

Let's go.

- Mack.