All language subtitles for z srt23 uk Operation.Crossbow.1965.720p.BluRay.x264-PSYCHD_track3_eng

Mr. Duncan Sandys, sir.

Good afternoon, sir.

Come in, Duncan.

Sit down.

There's a vital job
to be done.

The outcome
of the war

may depend on
how you handle it.

You've read
these reports

that the Germans are
developing long-range rockets

in order
to bombard Britain.

Yes, I have,
but they're extremely vague

and, in some respects,
contradictory.

But they can't be
ignored.

If London
and the channel port

should come under
heavy bombardment,

We would have to
abandon our plan

to land in France
next year.

I want you
to find out quickly

whether this rocket
threat is real

and, if so, to recommend
how we should tackle it.

Do you want me
to do this

as well as my job at
the ministry of supply?

You think you could
manage both?

Well, I'll just have
to do with rather less sleep.

Your first task will be to collect
all the evidence you can...

And then tell the war cabinet
what you think about it.

Right, sir.

By the way...

How are your legs
since the accident?

Bloody awful.

Huh.

Ach so.
Der fuhrer.

Well, there we are.

Have they got
a long-range rocket?

We've all seen the reports
from intelligence.

Now perhaps you'd let me
have your reactions.

Professor Lindemann.

Not very
intelligent.

Would you
elaborate on that?

I can.

Some of our agents
could be wrong...

There you are!

And some
would be right.

Well, these are wrong.

What makes you
think that?

If you were a scientist,
you'd know you cannot
get reliable results

without solid propellants,
such as cordite.

With a cordite-
propelled rocket carrying
a worthwhile warhead,

you'd need no less than
50 tons of it--50 tons.

Our biggest rocket
has only 50 pounds.

Now, I ask you
a question, gentlemen--

if we here admitted,
which we do not,

the possibility of a rocket
project in Germany,

what would you do?

Well, there are 3 avenues of
approach, as I see it.

Firstly, I'd go over all the
aerial photographs we've got,

and I'd try and get
some new ones.

Next I'd interrogate all
the available prisoners.

And then, of course,
I'd send in more agents.

And then?

If, after that, I still believed
they'd got rockets,

I'd recommend bombing
their installations

to destroy them
before they got off the ground.

That's precisely what the
Germans want you to do,

to divert our bombing effort
for more important targets.

Look, I'm a scientist.

In peacetime, there are
no secrets in science.

And in 4 years of war,
they couldn't have advanced that far.

Even a less
spectacular advance--

it would have reduced
their war effort immensely.

Look, Boyd,
send back your agents.

Tell them to take
a closer look.

Well, now,
what about this report

that the Germans are recruiting
technicians from the occupied countries?

I can vouch
for that report.

But you can't vouch
for the rocket report?

Agents are like
scientists, Professor.

Some are good...

And some are
not so good.

In my opinion,

The whole thing is
a wild-goose chase.

Well, that remains to be seen.

As a scientist,

I was taught to be
sure of my facts.

In war, decisions almost always have
to be taken on incomplete knowledge.

If you wait until
you're certain,

you're sure to be too late.

Mmm...

What's the matter
with that man?

He may be
a brilliant scientist,

but he can't
always be right.

As far as I'm concerned,

he hasn't explained away
our intelligence report.

Just because
he can't build a rocket

doesn't mean to say
the Germans can't.

Say, just for
the sake of an argument,

let's assume they have got
one in the experimental stage.

Now, where
would they test it?

Obviously not in one of
the occupied countries

because they couldn't
trust anybody.

Well, they'd take it as far
away from us as possible

to make it
difficult to bomb.

Somewhere near the sea

so the duds wouldn't do any
damage and wouldn't leave a trace.

So it's got to be
the Baltic, hasn't it?

Sir?

Sir, would you come
and look at this, please?

What am I supposed
to be looking at?

There, sir.
On the left.

I don't know, babs.

We know they're
extending that airfield.

Could it be anything
to do with that?

Dredging operations.

- Drains.
- Hmm.

Hello, Kenny. What
did they want in London?

Oh, they want us to probe every
sortie for rocket installations.

James, would you
take this, please?

Rocket
installations?

What are they
supposed to look like?

Nobody knows.

We have to look for
something unusual.

They're new weapons,
of course,

so we can't expect to see
anything we've seen before.

So unusual we wouldn't
even notice them?

Maybe.

Something you wouldn't
even notice...

Sir, there
is something...

I spotted it
the other day.

Look.

There.

See?

Take a look
at these.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

The place is
called Peenemünde.

Where is it?

It's on
the Baltic coast.

You see, there's a
new---a new power station

they just built
here at Copen.

It's much too big
for ordinary use.

There's power lines radiating
about all over the place.

And up there among the trees,
there's some new workshops.

Down here, there's
some reclamation work.

I don't see what this has
got to do with rockets.

All these installations seem to
me to be perfectly consistent

with the idea
of the place being

a rocket-firing
establishment.

What about these circular
earthworks in the woods here?

Mightn't they be test stands
for launching rockets?

They're not going
to put a firing point

in the middle
of the island.

It'd be too risky.

If they have any,
they'll put them right on the coast.

Well, whatever they are,
it's quite certain

the Germans aren't making all
this effort just for our benefit.

Well, I'm not going to
believe your fairy tales

until you show me
a photograph of a rocket.

Well, we'll just have to go on
photographing until we find one.

Flight officer
babington Smith, sir.

- Sir?
- How do you do?

I hear you've got something
new on Peenemünde.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, the NH-60 covers there.

It's all ready
for you.

How many times have we
photographed it altogether?

- 10 times now, sir.
- I see.

Am I supposed to look at
anything in particular?

Just here
on the coast.

I think this'll
interest you.

It's just in the middle of
that elliptical earthwork.

Next to that sort of
observation tower.

The torpedolike object
on the transporter.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I can see it.

We can estimate the size.

It's about
38 feet long, sir.

Could it be?

Well, we've never seen
anything like it before, sir.

The shape's right--

the observation tower,
the whole setup.

I'd take a heavy bet on it.

Yes, I think
you're right.

It's a bloody
great rocket.

It's a balloon.

You can't be serious.

It's a barrage balloon,

I'm interested to
hear you say that--

it's a barrage
balloon.

Partially deflated,
of course.

On a downgrade
transporter?

Why not?

The shape's convenient--
about 7 feet across

and 50 feet in length,
I'd imagine.

Yes, but these vehicles are
designed to carry up to 25 tons.

Putting a barrage balloon
on it would be like--

like putting a lightweight
jockey on an elephant?

It's a balloon.

Well, the photographic
interpreters tell us it's a rocket,

And I'm quite satisfied
it is.

Laughable.

It's a hoax.

It's a damned
expensive one.

Factories, cranes,
launching equipment,

living quarters--

it could be
a naval base.

They might be testing
some kind of torpedo.

Oh. So now your
balloon's a torpedo?

One must explore
all possibilities.

Every possibility except the
possibility that it might be a rocket.

If it were a rocket,
it could never get off the ground.

Well, if it were
a torpedo,

what ship's going
to be able to launch it?

Whatever it is, I think you're
making a mountain out of a molehill.

You mean a torpedo
out of a balloon.

I take it, then,

that you still don't think that
Peenemünde should be bombed?

Certainly not.

Now, marshal, what have
you got to say?

Well,
to attack Peenemünde

would mean diverting the R.A.F.
From their main task,

which is to destroy
German industry.

Quite.

And apart from that,
to reach Peenemünde,

We'd have to fly through the
heart of their air defense system.

No fighter cover,
I suppose?

I'm afraid not,
at that distance.

And once
we've attacked it,

the whole place'll
bristle with guns.

So we'd have to make sure that
we make a job of it first time.

How would you do that?

Well, we'd virtually have to
send the whole bomber force.

How many planes?

Well, about 600.

And if the German fighters
intercepted in strength,

we could lose the lot in one night...
And with it, the war.

Are you prepared to take
such a risk, Sandys?

We'll never win the war

unless we are
prepared to take risks--

sometimes great risks.

So what are you
going to do?

I shall recommend
to the war cabinet

that Peenemünde be bombed
as quickly as possible.

Hanna?

Hanna!

Danke, danke.

Hanna...

- Sieg...
- Heil!

- Sieg...
- Heil!

- Sieg...
- Heil!

The first intelligence
reports have come in, sir.

It seems we did the job.

All installations have
been blown sky-high.

Peenemünde's been
smashed to bits.

What about our losses?
Any idea?

Well, so far,

40 aircraft
out of 571.

Right.

We've gained time.
That's the important thing.

Yes...precious time.

We can't afford to waste
a minute of it.

First we discovered

that large numbers
of engineers

were passing through
Hamburg, Bremen, and Cologne.

The trail led us to
this area around here.

It's a new factory,
deep underground.

What makes you think
it's a rocket factory?

Because all the men going there
are top-grade specialists.

They're taking them from
aircraft and radio factories,

chemical plants,
research laboratories.

Just the sort of skills you'd
need for making rockets.

Right.

Well, we never expected the Germans
to give up after Peenemünde.

They must know we're planning
to invade Europe this summer.

Supposing they've begun
mass-producing these things...

If they could get them
off the ground in time,

if they could launch a saturation
attack against this country,

We could lose the war
at the very last minute.

Can you find out any more
about this place?

Tricky. The only way would be
to get some of our own agents

right inside
the factory.

Still, the Germans are
crying out for engineers...

It's possible.

Men with technical knowledge,
foreign languages,

But also make good agents...

They'll be
pretty rare birds.

Yeah, especially
in the shooting season.

Looks like a recruiting drive
right away, doesn't it,

among the armed forces
and the government departments.

If we interview
a thousand men,

we'll be lucky to find
12 suitable.

Well, the sooner you
find them, the better.

2£ on
the clock, gov.

Right. Wait for me.

- Here, work on that.
- Thanks very much. Ta.

Be right back.
And remember...

Concentrate
on what I told you.

Next, please.

Oh. That's me.

An article there
on Holland.

Ah. Thank you.

Take a chair,
please, sir.

You been waiting long?

A few minutes.

Do you have any idea
what this is all about?

Engineers who
speak languages.

I only took it so I could
get a day in London.

But I don't want
to spend it here.

No.

Look, I was brought up
in Germany.

Your German's
very good.

So good, I think
you'd be a loss

to the ministry
of information.

And I studied applied mechanics
in Dresden, I do assure you.

I may be a bit rusty,
but I can easily brush it up.

I'm afraid your technical
knowledge isn't up to standard.

I really am very sorry.

Mm-hmm. Well...

Next, please.

Excuse me.

What did
they ask you?

Oh! A lot of damn fool
questions, the usual chaos.

They don't know
what they want.

I hope they
don't want me.

I want to get
back to my ship.

Well, I hope you do.

Next, please.

Uh, Bradley.

Oh, yes, sir.

Take a chair, sir,
please, sir?

Uh, thank you,
Sergeant.

Sir.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Oh, funny fellow.

I did 3 years special
study of ballistics

at the royal institute
in Den Helder,

and then supervisory work at
an ordnance factory in Hamburg.

So you're familiar with the
dynamics of projectiles?

Oh, yes, sir. Yes.

Mm-hmm. What about
your family?

They still in Holland?

Yes. My mother
and two sisters.

- What about you?
- As a matter of fact,

I'm making a rather vain attempt
to further my unmilitary career.

I thought there might be
something in this lot.

I'm with a very tiresome
lot of people at the moment,

on a canvass
in the wilds of Essex.

Not enjoying it
very much.

Don't blame you.

Next, Please.

Um...do you mind?
I shan't keep you a moment.

I'm in a tearing hurry.

Next gentleman, please.

Excuse me.

Yes?

It's me. Curtis.

Curtis?

You remember me,
don't you?

Eh...Oh, yes.
Yes, of course.

Nice to see you.

Well, I must say,
I can't fault your German.

It's...perfect.

Cambridge?

Fluid mechanics, sir.

I gave up pure mathematics
after the first year,

and then, more recently, I've been
messing about with antiaircraft rockets.

Oh?

These rather secret people
I'm with.

The first rocket I built
Rose 3 feet into the ground.

Second took off
horizontally,

went straight through a
henhouse, and killed 40 roosters.

How very discouraging
for you.

What did you do
after that?

Buried the roosters.

Mastered at the Massachusetts
institute of technology

in physics and graduated
magna cum laude.

Have you worked in any of
your father's factories?

What for?

Have you had any
practical experience?

Flying a p-38?

Thank you, lieutenant.

We'll let you know.

Thank you.

I say, Curtis, it was
Birmingham, wasn't it?

No, no.
Further south.

South?

Good morning,
Captain Bradley.

- Finished?
- Mm-hmm.

Next, please.

Well,
how'd you get on?

Sent back to the base.

They said
they'd let me know--

what, they didn't say.

Probably planning
some new secret weapon.

Hmm...that reminds me--

can I give you
a ride in my cab?

Oh, thank you
very much,

if it's not out of
your way. Boodles?

Boodles?
What's that?

A club, old boy.

Sure.

Come on, jump!

Cut the conversation
and jump!

Come on,
you idle lot!

Jump!

He's getting
excited again.

I think he wants you
to jump, old boy.

You think that's it?

Afraid so.

Jump!

Yeah, I guess
you're right.

Gates open!

Rip brake off!

Brake off!

There you are,
Sergeant.

There you bloody
well are not, sir!

If that was a parachute descent,
you'd have broken both your legs!

You're behaving like
an irresponsible nit!

Now get back up that tower
again and do a parachute landing

as I've taught you!

Get back up the tower!

Sir!

Gates open!

Rip brake off!

Rip brake off!

Sir! Where's your hat?

Your jumping hat, sir.

The hat I drew from stores for
you for parachute training!

Why aren't you
wearing it on your head?

Oh, you mean
this one, Serg--

I mean that one, sir!

Take it off there,

put it back on your head,
and get back up the tower!

Up the tower,
Sergeant?

Yes, sir.
Up the tower.

Rip brake off!

Rip brake off!

Rip brake on!

Rip brake on!

Gates open!

Rip brake off!

Rip brake off!

Bloody good.

We want you to pass

as engineers from

a German-occupied country.

The Dutch resistance will
help you join one of the parties

the Germans are taking
to their underground factories.

Your job will be to get
information back to us.

Now, you two'll go to Holland.

You'll have a much easier time
sitting in Brussels.

All you have to do is
to sift the information,

decide what's worth
sending back and what isn't.

Will we be parachuted in, sir?

Yes.

Now, here are your identities.

Erik Van Ostamgen.

Jean Marcel.

Jacob Bijus.

On this mission, your face
is your fortune, Henshaw.

You look very much
like him, don't you?

Yes.

How do I get to
look like him?

A bit PO-faced,
isn't he?

Well, I'd hate to meet
him in a dark alley.

You won't.
These 3 men are dead.

Two of them were Dutch
engineering specialists

working at the Škoda factory
in Pilsen, Czechoslovakia.

The third came from Paris,

professor of
applied mathematics.

Now, he can wait,
but you two are urgent.

You've got to
think in Dutch,

think in German,
think in French.

Any idea how
these men died?

We're not certain.

The papers only
came in last week.

You're not certain?

No German's going
to ask you how you died.

Bob and I have to take over
the identity of these dead,
pro-Nazi Dutchmen.

We don't know
they were pro-Nazi.

- You don't know?
- No.

What do you call
this mission,

operation question mark?

Curtis, we want you
for this job...

But you don't
have to take it.

Well, would you like
my answer right now?

Who's that?

Me again.

Erik Van Ostamgen.

Leyden University--

and?

And I studied for 5 years
in the faculty of science.

My brother,
Willem Bijus.

My father,
Karl Van Ostamgen.

I really gave him
a bad time.

Seen much of him
lately?

Not much.
He's dead, actually.

He died
April 30, 1937.

Now, when am I going
to see my wife?

Your ex-wife.

She divorced you,
remember?

- Yes. Silly girl.
- Right.

Thanks.
That helps a lot.

She could be my mother.

What year
were you married?

1936.

- Where?
- Rome.

- Where'd you meet?
- Capri.

Children's names?

Piet, he's 6.
Erika, she's 4.

Birth dates?

Piet, March 22, 1937.

Erika, June 13, 1939.

I've got a court order
giving me access to see them.

Hmm, not bad.
Not bad at all.

Thanks.

I just wish
I looked like him.

If the Germans kept
a photographic record

of all their
foreign workers,

they'd need a filing cabinet
as big as Hitler's ego.

Who's that?

Me.

Jacob Bijus.

- Family?
- One brother.

Your father?

He left home
when I was 3.

What year was that?

We're over Holland.

It's almost time
for our orders.

Ha! What'll you bet
we get down on the ground,

we'll find General Boyd to show us
slides on our prenatal experiences.

"Your agent will identify himself
to you by offering you a cigarette

from a cigarette case
that has no cigarettes."

Navigator?

Yes?

We're approaching
drop zone.

Right.

Check the clip-ons!

Action stations!

Stand in the door!

If your chute doesn't open,
change it for a harp!

Out!

I'm not musical!

Out!

There's a message
to return, sir.

Who says so?

Base, sir.
Message reads,

"operation canceled.
Return to base."

Cancel it? Now?

Come in, Bradley.
Glad you're here.

- Sit down.
- Thank you, sir.

We're in a bit
of a mess.

I've just got a signal
from Holland.

Jacob Bijus is wanted
by the police.

I thought
he was dead, sir.

He is, but the Germans
don't know it.

So if Henshaw's
picked up,

he could be in a spot
of trouble, couldn't he?

Can't your people over
there warn him, sir?

Communication
is unreliable.

It isn't exactly like sending
a birthday telegram, you know.

I'm sorry, Bradley.
I haven't got anybody else.

I was almost looking forward
to going to Brussels, sir.

Thought I might even find a
really decent bottle of claret.

Best my wine merchants
can rustle up these days

is a rather timorous
little chateau la 432.

Well, it'll taste better
when you get it. Now...

Henshaw's new identity papers are
sewn into the spine of this book.

Afraid I have the most awful
habit of losing books, sir.

Well, for god's sake,
don't lose that one.

Now, here are
your new papers.

Your name is Engel,

Dr. Engel,
traveling from Pilsen.

Your background's
a bit sketchy, I'm afraid.

We haven't had
a great deal of time.

Supposing
I'm questioned, sir?

You'll just have to use
your imagination.

You'll have to lose
the handlebars, too.

Now, don't worry.

You'll only be in
Germany a couple of days.

Greatly relieved
to hear it, sir.

Let's have a look over
the ground, shall we?

Your dropping zone
is here.

Now, our chaps will be
there to take care of you.

Code word "Lorelei."

Lorelei, sir.

You'll take Henshaw and
Curtis' route up the Rhine.

Up the Rhine, sir.

This is your baggage.

Over two hours, shall we
come by the frontier.

From then, I cannot
help you no more.

But I thought
you were supposed

to tell us
where we are going.

This is your way
to the hotel.

You will show your papers and
get rooms like other engineers.

The gestapo will not
suspect nothing.

I don't like that
double negative.

Sorry.

I do not understand
the English too well.

Glad to hear it.

111 und 112.

Danke.

Bitte.

Cigarette?

Danke.

Van Ostamgen.

Bijus.

Jacob Bijus...

Ja.

Zigarette?

Danke.

Danke.

Something's gone wrong.

The police have taken
your papers.

You better go
to room 119.

If one of you
gets into trouble,

The other must be safe.

What does the gestapo
want with Bob?

It's not the gestapo.
It's the police.

That's what
I can't understand.

What's the reason?

I wish I knew.

You better pack as fast as
you can and go to room 119.

I'll get it ready for you.

I'll see you
in a minute.

Right.

Make sure that that door's
locked after he goes.

Maybe they move all the engineers out
before anything can happen to him.

I'll--I'll try
and find out something.

Oh--

Stay in your room.

Don't worry.

Oh, oh, bitte--

Danke schoen.

Don't worry.

At least it's
not the gestapo.

Who's worried?

We can always meet
during the air raids.

Ja?

The man downstairs
told me room 111.

Bitte?

I heard you speaking
English just now.

Oh, uh...

It's none of
my business.

I guess I am the one
who should explain.

No, no. That--that's
perfectly all right.

I work for
the propaganda ministry,

broadcasting
on the radio.

Oh, they must have given
me the wrong room number.

I'm very sorry.

Oh...not at all.

This is
my husband's room.

Oh, of course.

I should have noticed.
I'm sorry.

Are you a friend
of Erik?

Yes.

I'm waiting for him.

Where is he?

I don't know.
He went out.

Oh, thank god.
I found him at last.

If only you knew
what it means to me.

Well, this is quite
a surprise for him, too.

He has to...

Sign an important
paper for me.

We arranged to meet
in Hamburg weeks ago.

I get to Hamburg,

And they tell me he's been
transferred to Prague.

Well, I go to Prague.

Oh, it's nothing.
He wasn't there.

God, the traveling
I've done--

hotels, offices,
hospitals.

I even had him
reported missing.

You did?

Yes.

Then the police told me
he was here....

Perhaps.

Will he be long?

No idea.

If I knew where he was,
I could go and find him.

Yes.

Maybe I'll call--

oh, I'm sorry.

That's out of order.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, sure.

Frieda!

Um...oh...

I'm going back to Italy,
to my parents,

but I can't take the
children without his consent.

It's the law in
Holland, you know.

Hmm...

Is that why you have to
have him sign the paper?

Um...

How long have
you known Erik, hmm?

I met him a couple of months
ago in a railroad station.

Oh, where--

Here he is!

This is
Frau Van Ostamgen.

This is our housekeeper.

- Guten morgen.
- Hello.

Oh, she speaks
excellent English.

She's waiting
for her husband.

- Ach so...
- Yes.

I told her I didn't know
when Erik would be back.

Do you have any idea?

Well, I am sorry, but...

I've come up for the very purpose of
packing Herr Van Ostamgen's luggage

and putting
it in storage.

But why?

A message from
the labor office.

They had to send
your husband away...

All of a sudden.

Oh, no. But...

Where have
they sent him?

They didn't say.

Would you give me
a hand?

I'd be glad to.

I'm sorry.

But--

but who could I ask
who can tell me?

Oh, I don't think
it's any use inquiring.

From here on,
his destination is a military secret.

You take my advice,
you go home and wait for your husband

to send you
his code address.

It's the best thing,
really.

Look, I've been
traveling for two days.

I'm tired out.
Could--could I stay here?

I must get
some sleep.

Oh, that's impossible.

This room's
already been taken.

I could wait in
the lounge, then.

The lounge has been closed ever
since the air raids started.

The Porter will help you
with the luggage.

I'm so sorry.

Please?

Achtung. Polizei.

Aren't you going to open the door?
It's the police.

Ja, bitte?

Jawohl.

Erik Van Ostamgen.

Gut.

Danke schoen...

Ja.

It's all right.
Let her go.

Who are you?
Who are you?

Didn't you hear?

He's Erik Van Ostamgen.

He's not.
Where is my husband?

Where is Erik?

I'll find out
for myself.

Get out of my way!
I'm going to the p--

shut up.

If you don't shut up,
I'll have to gag you.

We'll have
to tell her.

Your husband is dead.

It can't be true.

I'm afraid it is.

But how did he die?

When?

As far as we know,

4 months ago,
in an air raid.

I see...

You told the police
you were Erik Van Ostamgen.

You're using his papers.
You have my photograph.

Now I believe
Erik is dead.

And you've taken
his place.

Don't let her leave
the room or talk to anyone.

Mm-hmm.

I'll be back
as soon as I can.

Where is she going?

What is she going to do?

Open the door.

I won't betray you.
I swear it.

I won't say
a word to anyone.

Open the door.

I can't.

But I must get back
to my children.

I can't let you go.

I'll never see them
again, will I?

I brought you
something to eat.

You must be famished.

Guten appetit.

You might as well
eat something.

Well, then have
something to drink.

Tell me...

What was
your husband like?

Erik is dead.

I know Erik is dead.

I need to know
what he was like.

You want to know
about Erik?

Well, I want
to know about you,

About the kind of man
who would keep a woman

locked in a room,
away from her children.

When all the time,
there are people downstairs

who are trying--

you don't know
for sure

what they're
doing downstairs.

I do.

She--she has made up
her mind to kill me.

All right.
Let's say she has.

You walked into this.
It's not my fault.

You asked me before if you'd
ever see your children again.

All right,
I'll tell you the truth.

You won't...

Unless you can convince me
that I can trust you.

And you'd stand by
and let it happen.

You're thinking of
nothing but your own life.

Mine and others'.

What about mine
and my children's?

We don't matter as long as
you and that woman are safe.

Look, I want
to trust you,

but I'm leaving.

I've got
to convince her.

It's as simple as that.

Your husband worked
for the Germans, right?

Yes.

Willingly?

Did he work willingly,
or was he forced?

Erik believed he could get through
life without ever being hurt.

When the Germans came...

The way not to get hurt
was to work for them.

And you agreed?

Did you agree
or didn't you?

No.

Is that why
you got a divorce?

Or other reasons?

I don't think the gestapo
would question you

about things which concern
my feelings, my thoughts.

It's just talk,
isn't it?

To keep me quiet.

Didn't they tell you in England
that Erik was a collaborator?

No.

That the Germans treated
him like one of themselves?

Perhaps I think
the same way as he did.

How can you really know?

Perhaps, after all,
I have German friends.

And you talk about
that woman trusting me.

Listen--

I am trying
to help you.

That's wonderful!
That's really wonderful.

You're always
trying to help...

Well, maybe I could
if you'd let me.

I think there's
a way out of this.

Yeah, through the door.

You have the key--
the key in your pocket.

Do you have children?

No.

Are you married?

No.

Then it's easy
to play the hero.

How's Piet?

Of course you know
my children's names.

Yeah.

I know as much
as that.

Now what's so funny?

You. You are funny.

This awful room,
with the little waiter

and that dreadful
woman downstairs,

and you're asking me
about my children.

You'd better come
to your senses.

I'm being perfectly
sensible.

I want you to let me
out of this room.

How can
I convince you?

How can
I persuade you?

Can you be bribed?

With money?

I haven't got any.

You've had enough
to drink.

Come on.

Come on...

I'll try to find
a way.

I promise you, I'll try.

Erik was always
making me promises.

I remember
he promised

to take me to Paris
once,

But he never did.

He did take you to Capri
on your honeymoon, didn't he?

Yes.

Where do you live
in Italy?

Civitavecchia.

Via Mazzini 19,
Civitavecchia.

Near Rome.

By the sea.

You really don't have
any choice.

You may as well trust me.

I trust you.

Nein...

Nein.

Nein.

Ja.

Und, uh...

Gut.

Moment, bitte.

Dr. Engel?

Dr. Engel?

Guten morgen.

You're Dr. Engel?

Uh...yes, yes.

In spite of every
appearance to the contrary.

I'm sorry
I'm rather scruffy.

I'm afraid I didn't
have a very good journey.

I landed in
a hawthorn tree

and spent the rest of the
night in a field of turnips.

It's a bit
uncomfortable.

However, I've got
the documents.

They've arrested
Bijus.

There's a chance
they'll let him go.

They need engineers
too badly.

I hope you're right.

Or I might just as well
have stayed at home.

Nothing we can do.

I'll show you
to your room.

Oh, uh...

Will there be
a police check?

No. They've checked
all the passes.

They never come
twice.

And if they do,
you're Engel.

I'm not very well
acquainted with Dr. Engel.

In fact we're scarcely
on nodding terms.

If they ask
any questions--

invent.

London. Room 426,
wasn't it?

They turned me down.
Evidently you were accepted.

My congratulations.

Ich bin
Jacob Bijus.

You're not Bijus!
You're a petty officer

in the so-called
free Dutch Navy.

We've known
for a long time

that allied agents
were being planted

in our underground
factories.

I was sent into England to try
and join one of these groups.

And English.

Bitte?

Now tell me--

who are your
contacts here?

Who helped you
get into Germany?

How did you plan to
send your information

back to England?

Look, we can easily find out
who you really are.

You're obviously
a qualified engineer.

Holland's
a very small country.

With a photograph,
we can identify you in a matter of days.

Perhaps you've family
in Holland, hmm?

You wouldn't like
to have them sent

to a concentration camp,
would you?

Vas?
Deutsch, bitte.

I'm not asking you
to betray your country.

You're a Dutchman,
good.

There are millions of people
in Holland and occupied Europe

working for the Reich.

Do you think
they're all wrong?

You take my case,
for example.

I'm half-English,
half-German.

When the war came, I had to make
up my mind what I really believed,

where I stood.

Has it ever occurred to you
that you might be wrong

and the Germans
just might be right?

Look what we've achieved
in the past 10 years.

Before Hitler came to
power, we were nothing.

Now we're the greatest
nation in the world,

the most feared
and the most respected.

You understand, don't you?

I've only got to give
the order,

and things would become
extremely unpleasant for you.

On the other hand,
if you cooperate,

I promise you that you
will end this war alive

and on the winning side,

Because we are going
to win the war, I assure you.

So what's the trouble?

What's holding you back?
Come on, tell me.

I'd like to understand.

You're a very silly
young man.

Here, you have this.

Danke.

Sordid, isn't it?

Not one of history's
immortal moments.

And unnecessary.
You proved your point.

You're
a very brave man.

I've the greatest
admiration for you.

But it's all wasted.

The war will go on,
the outcome will be just the same.

Only you'll be dead.

And no one will even
know how you died.

For god's sake, man,

don't throw your life
away for nothing.

Ich--

ich bin--

ich bin
Jacob Bijus.

Could I have a word
with you, please?

Of course.

I just got a message.
The trucks will be here any moment.

Here are your papers.

But we have to be
careful.

It may be some time before
anybody gets in touch with you.

Here they are.
Don't worry about the girl.

I'll take care
of her.

You don't have to.

We can trust her.
We can let her go.

Trust her? But how
can you be sure?

I know what I'm doing.

Give me that document
about your children.

This document gives Frau
Van Ostamgen permission

to take her children
to Italy.

That's why you came
here, isn't it?

It's all I care about.

To get safely home
with my children.

I can forge his signature
perfectly.

Date it today.

Now once she's
on her way home

she can't tell the police
her husband died 4 months ago

and betray us,
can she?

Would you like
to witness it?

With pleasure.

Doktor Engel.

Herr Doktor--

Traut,
Herr Doktor.

Jawohl,
Herr Doktor.

Danke,
Herr Doktor.

Danke schoen.

You must tell everyone
that you've seen Erik,

And he's well.

Erik Van Ostamgen?

Ja.

Nora Van
Ostamgen.

Schnell.

Name?

Van Ostamgen.

I won't be long.

Halt!

Halt!

Doktor Engel.
Engel...

Van Ostamgen.

Komm zie mit.

Profil.

Komm zie mit.

Herr Hauptmann.

Hmm?

Van Ostamgen,
Herr Hauptmann.

Herr Professor?

Ja?

Van Ostamgen.

Ja, ja, ja.

Professor.

Bitte.

Danke.

Vibration?

Jawohl,
Herr Professor.

Hier.

Herr Professor,
bitte.

Danke.

- Sims?
- Hmm?

Remember this?

Yes, I remember.
Drains.

I wonder if it could
be something else.

What makes you
say that?

This is the new cover.

Look, there's
the same construction,

but this time there's
something on it.

Where?

To the left. It looks
like a midget aircraft.

It could be a very
small plane, but--

better see what Kendall thinks.

It's the P.M.
they're just putting him through.

I thought I should
tell you at once

that we've found out
what the ski sites are.

They're not for rockets.

We think they're for
a kind of flying bomb.

Altogether
we've destroyed

100 of these ski sites
up to now.

We're bombing them
continuously--

the Americans by day,
and we by night.

Trouble is as soon
as we knock them down,

they're putting up
new ones.

They're prefabricated.

They can stick them together
in no time at all.

What are you
worried about?

Nothing happened when the
invasion buildup was going on,

And I can think of no
more tempting target.

Now we've landed
in France,

And we still
haven't had any sign

of your mythical
secret weapon.

I believe that the reason we
haven't seen them up till now

is because our efforts
succeeded in delaying them.

They could still do
tremendous damage

if they manage to get them
off the ground in any numbers.

Is Hitler waiting to produce
them at the peace conference?

Despite
your opposition,

which I'm sure
is quite Sincere,

I'm certain we've done
the right thing.

Hold on.
It's fighter command.

Sims?

I see.

Channel observation posts
report that flying objects

with a tail of fire
are passing over Dover

and heading towards
London.

Speed over 400 miles
an hour.

- Hose over here!
- Get the first aid over there!

Watch the pressure!

Braking now. You have a go.

Aw, missed the bastard.

Why not move the guns
down here?

Stick them in line
from Beachy Head to Dover?

Then your fighters
would be free to operate

behind them over Kent
and Sussex,

Right up to the barrage
balloons in the suburbs.

That's a good idea,
I agree.

But it means moving
nearly 1,000 guns,

20,000 personnel,
and miles and miles of electric cable.

I must point out it'll
leave London defenseless

for several days.

In any case, what about
the chiefs of staff?

They'll never agree.

Well, we'll ask them
afterwards, shall we?

There aren't quite
as many over tonight.

It's just as well.

With 1,000 guns on their
way to the seaside--

Mind you,

it's tomorrow
I'm worried about.

If German intelligence
is up to the mark,

they'll send
everything they've got.

Yes, well, with luck,

they'll only think
about it tomorrow.

And the day
after tomorrow

we'll be ready
for them, hmm?

I hope so.

That's more like it.

Heil Hitler.

Somebody's
contacted me at last.

Good.

V-2 gyroscope controls.
Speed, 3,000.

And they're testing
a new one...Long-range.

How long?

They call it
the New York rocket.

Aah!

All right, give me the kid.
I'll take her.

It's all right.
It's all going to be all right.

Come on.

Bring him this way.
This way.

Come on, then.
Got him now.

Get another stretcher
up here!

Bring him this way!

This morning we have proof

that the v-2 rockets
have no launching sites.

They've learned
by their mistakes.

For the flying bombs,
they had to have elaborate ramps.

They built them fast,
and we destroyed them... Almost as fast.

For the firing of the v-2,

they've invented
a huge trailer.

They can transport
their rocket

and launch it
from the same vehicle.

In fact, the only hope
of spotting them

is if a plane happens to pass
overhead when the rocket's erected...

Just before firing,
and that's a million-to-one chance.

Yes. And even then, it would hardly
provide a target for attack...

If the sites are mobile.

Quite. So we've got to destroy
them where they're made.

Very difficult.
Their factory's been moved underground--

perfectly camouflaged.

There's more to it
than that.

I've got some men
inside, apparently.

The Germans are about to
start testing a new rocket

with a much longer
range.

So even after we've liberated
the occupied countries,

they can still fire at us
from the heart of Germany.

We'll have to lay on
a full-scale raid.

Let your men on the inside know
when it's going to be

so that they can try sabotage
at the same time.

We've got to try
everything--

bombing and sabotage.

There's an air raid
tomorrow night. 11:30.

They're after
the long-range rocket.

Don't they know it's 80
feet down in solid rock?

No. And they want us
to pinpoint it for them.

Can you open
the launching bay doors?

No.

We always phone the power house.
They pull the switch.

Have we got anybody
in there?

No.

We'll have to get in and
pull the switch ourselves.

You know the switch?

No. Can you find out?

I think so.

We'll still have
to get in there.

My pass'll get us
past most guards.

As soon as he opens the door,
we'll jump him and grab his gun.

Just like that?

A bit thin,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Can you think of
anything else?

No.

What time shall we meet?

11:25, assembly
plant, passage "C."

Morning.

Van Ostamgen.

Jawohl, Herr Professor.

Herr Professor.

Right! I've got
the switch number.

Good. Let's go.

Unh!

Hello? Hello!

Hello.

Ja.

Right, door!

Curtis!

- How long to target?
- Two minutes, skipper.

Van Ostamgen...Or whatever
your real name is...

Listen to me.

We've got
your friend here.

I'm going to give you
one minute to come out,

or he'll be shot.

You understand?

Killed.

Now, I'm giving you
exactly one minute from...

Now.

Can you see anything?

They're supposed
to show us the lights.

Can't see a bloody thing!

30 seconds...

15...

10 seconds...

Switch r 9!

R 9!

Still can't see anything.
How about you?

No. Nothing, skipper.

What's that?

Where?

A bit to starboard.

That's it!
That's the target.

Stand by.

Right...

Right...

Steady!

I've been reading your final
report on operation crossbow.

It was a vital task
and a job well done.

Thank you.

But we owe so much to the
bravery of our agents,

Many of whose names
will never be known.

Yes, and to the R.A.F.

If Hitler's rocket plans

hadn't been totally upset
by our raid on Peenemünde,

London would have been
devastated.

But it's time we began to
think about reconstruction,

And I want you to be
minister of works.

With thousands of buildings
destroyed by bombs and rockets,

it's an enormous task.

Let us start at once.

Let us clear the rubble
and lay the bricks,

and let us do so
in the firm conviction

that we are building
for the future...

That never again shall
we have to embark upon

such a conflict
as we recently endured.

I solemnly believe that
the price of such a folly

would be far more than
mankind could afford to pay.