All language subtitles for SAS.Rogue.Heroes.S02E02.1080p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.HFR.H.264-RAWR

This is for my da. My poor da.

Who are you? I'm
Lieutenant Colonel Bill Stirling.

My brother was the midwife
of this regiment.

I refuse to be its coroner.

He's changed the name of
the regiment.

Giving them a new and even
more effective way

of committing suicide.

Men of the newly-formed
Special Raiding Squadron...

SAS, now and always!

Tomorrow, you deploy here.

The southeastern tip of Sicily.

MEN SHOUT

I've a baby I've never seen!

Stop! Stop the boat!

No!

Buddy, we've got room.

Cut him loose or I shoot him! Don't!

I'm sorry. Don't do that!
I'm sorry. No!

My suspicion was that on July 9th,
something was planned

which you were not sharing
with your French allies.

It is the SRS who are spearheading
the operation.

We left those men to drown!

This is just the snout.

It is our job to take the whole hog,
right the way up to the tail.

Paddy, we have less than

three minutes to clear these

positions before the rest of

the boys land. Reggie...

..are you familiar with
the Irish folk tale

about the Salmon of Knowledge?

No, Paddy, I don't know
the Irish folk tale...

Basically, a wee tale
that explains why

the common man, like you and I,

are smarter than those high-born

sons of bitches who
try to rule over us.

Not really in the mood for
folk tales right now, Paddy.

Why not? Because a German soldier
is looking right at us.

So, there was a salmon

in the River Boyne, and it had

all the knowledge of the world

locked up inside
its flesh and scales.

And a nobleman called Fineagas

spent seven years of his life

trying to catch this famous salmon,

with nets and hooks
and the whole kit and caboodle.

We go soon.

Yes? And eventually,
he caught the salmon

and gave it to his ragged-arsed
little servant called Fionn Mac.

And he said,
"You cook this frigging fish,

"but you do not..."
Less than two minutes,

Paddy. "..you do not, you
ragged-arsed little bastard,

"take a bite of it, or even taste

"the flesh, because the fish is mine

"and the knowledge is mine,
and whoever tastes this fish first

"gains all the knowledge
of the world."

If you're not careful, they will
hear the bollocks you are talking,

and you are talking bollocks
in English. So,

Fionn Mac, the servant,
cooks the fish,

and to check that it's cooked,

he presses the flesh with his thumb.

Waiting for the word, Paddy.

But the servant burns his thumb
on the flesh of the fish,

so he sucks his burnt thumb

and, in doing so, he sucked
the fat of the fish off it.

And so, all the knowledge
of the world

went to the ragged-arsed servant,
Fionn Mac.

Which is why, to this day,

babies suck their thumbs,

and poor people
have all the answers.

We need to go now, Paddy.

Dead-on.

Grenade! Shit!

Move!

Turn around. On your knees.

Snell!

Get on the ground.

You're too young to smoke.

Get down!

Where the fuck is everybody?

Prisoners say the main German unit
shipped out yesterday.

Perhaps they know something
about this town we don't.

No, we got the place
to ourselves, buddy.

Jimmy...
HE WHISTLES

Cigarettes, nein.

Cigarettes? Aye, very funny.

The last man said that.

Mac, check the left.

Davey, hoist that there,

so our friends in the Royal Navy
know that their services

are no longer required.

No looting!

Not until I give the word. Sir.

Right, listen in.

We'll rest here tonight.

Then, at first light, we press...

Slainte!

CHEERING
Booze, food, no people.

..at first light, we press north
to Cannizzaro to secure the Castello

rail head, as per our orders.

Cannizzaro will be defended,
so go easy tonight.

Eat what food you can find.

We move out at 04:00,

so get some bloody sleep,
for Christ's sakes.

EXPLOSIONS

Take cover.

Basement shelters, I'd say.

Keep your bleeding eyes peeled,
all right?

Reggie, go take a wee look around.

Here.

Really, Paddy?

I just want to let
those of you who might care

know that I have every intention

of taking every piece of gold,

silver and other valuables from
this church for my own profit.

And if any of yous have a problem
with that, then I will refrain

from giving you your share
when I sell the stuff in Naples.

Paddy, for some of us,
this is still the house of God.

Pope Pius XII is good friends
with Mussolini

and has a direct line
to Chancellor Hitler himself.

It's not God that's got my goat.

Putting your gun up there
is bad luck, Paddy.

That thing there?

That's nothing but oak.

Christ is in here.

Paddy, you'd better come.

He speaks English,
but not very well.

EXPLOSIONS

Father, it's me again.

"Father"?

No, no, no, no, no. Fuck that.

You are not my father.

You are a drunk, in a blanket,

who preaches before a flag
I despise.

What are you doing hiding here,

and where is everybody else
in this town?

They told everyone to leave

and they asked me to stay.

Paddy, what the fuck is the matter
with you?! I don't think

he likes priests.
Who asked you to stay?

The people who own this town.

English.

They wanted me to stay,

to give the American a message.

We are not American. Paddy...
GUN CLICKS

Oh, for fuck's sake!
What is your message?

They wanted me to stay to...to
say that you are welcome,

that they want to help
the Americans.

You call us American again,
I'll fucking shoot you, right?

Who is your message from?

The message is from Cosa Nostra.

Paddy, in New York and Chicago,
they're known as Mafia.

You've heard of Al Capone?

Well, they're worse.

They hate the Germans as much as us,
so they could be useful.

It's the Mafia that owns
this little town of Augusta.

So... We should be concerned?

Paddy, yeah, we should be cautious.

They want to sit down with you
at the long table.

They want to break bread
and drink wine.

They... They know things.

They see things.

They can help you in the mountains.

Er, you, you, you
look like the boss.

Aye, right, I AM the boss.

Capo dei capi is the boss of
the mountains.

This is his church.

He would like to meet you.

Right.

Well, you tell your Cosa Nostra,

Mafia, capo dei capi boss
to stick his broken bread

and wine bottles
up his fucking hole.

Bombardment seems to be over.

Right.

We'll be sleeping in here,
in this house of God.

Considering this town is so poor,

didn't he build a nice, big
fucking place for himself?

At precisely 4am,

I will be firing live rounds in here

to wake you fuckers up.

Does anybody have an issue
with that?

You hurt things in here,

you hurt our hearts.

Fuck's sake!

How's your heart?

You know, sometimes,
you're like a wee boy,

just seeing how far you can go.

Oh, I intend to go
all the way to Berlin.

That's how far I can go.

Then I will ask for forgiveness.

Right now,
I'm going to go for a walk,

see if I can't find me a bank.

CHATTER AND CHUCKLING

All right?

Shouldn't you at least have given
that soldier a decent burial?

Had he been faster than me,

had he been more accurate than me,

had he been less afraid than me,

then he would have consigned
me to the mercy of the crabs

and the eels and the worms
just the same.

How did you get here? By dinghy.

Tried to get here in time for
the fun and games.

Fun and games are in short supply.

We're expecting plenty
tomorrow, though.

Cannizzaro.

Hmm. I'm sure you'll show up
once the fighting is over.

Yes, Paddy, er, if you're not
too tired, maybe we could sit down

with a glass of wine and
discuss exactly why it is

that I've been sent here. Hmm?

Italy's most prestigious
naval academy was located here.

I'm sure there are lots of
very well-stocked wine cellars.

Unfortunately, I have a very
early start in the morning.

We move out at four.

No, you don't, Paddy,
you don't move out at four.

The attack on Cannizzaro's
been postponed.

We're waiting for the Americans
to make their landing

further up the coast,
and that has been delayed.

"Postponed. Delayed".

I remember those words. This is
a large-scale invasion, Paddy.

We must only move as part
of a coordinated strategy.

So, what you're saying is

we have been stood down.

No. What I'm saying is

we hold our position in Augusta

and await further orders,
like soldiers do in time of war.

If no-one gives me a war,

I tend to make a war of my own.

It is no-one's job
to give you a war to fight,

a bone to chew, a body to kick.

'Tis with the bodies I belong.

By the way, Paddy, I'm now
the ranking officer here,

which means that you can
amuse yourself playing

the rebel injured peasant, which
I know is your preferred pastime,

but the last word lies with me.

In Berlin...

..I will ask for forgiveness.

Just leave it by the door, please.

I have chocolates, cigarettes,

books...

..and messages from home.

You stopped my heart.

I can, I can feel you,
so this isn't...a dream.

I was given permission by
General de Gaulle himself.

The SOE run a network
out of Switzerland.

They had Carmelite
papers made for me.

I took a train from Geneva.
SHE CHUCKLES

OK, um, when the sisters are here,
guards patrol every five minutes.

Oh.

Enough time to say I love you.
I love you.

Is that it? Is that the reason
you came? Yes, and to make love.

What? How long now?

Four and a half.
So we have time. Help me.

You mean the whole thing? "The
whole thing" sounds very English!

HE CHUCKLES
I mean, yes, the whole thing.

When we are back in England, we will
always call sex "the whole thing".

We must do this efficiently.
Yes, militarily.

This bloody dress is booby-trapped.
They make these things complicated.

Designed to delay.

To prevent. But we are unstoppable.

I can't believe you took a train

from Geneva. Ow! Oh, Jesus! This is

the most insane construction.

David, also there's something I need
to tell you. Shh...

I'll tell you afterwards.
Oh, absolutely.

Afterwards.

HE GRUNTS

Right, OK.

Tell me what you have got
to tell me.

The British have become worse
since the Americans joined the war.

They're like a little private
club and they tell us nothing.

So, David...

..I'm going to move
closer to the front line.

I'm on my way there.
I diverted to see you.

From here, I'm travelling on
a Portuguese visa to Sicily.

The British and Americans
are moving north,

to Cannizzaro, towards Palermo.

I'm planning to join
your regiment, David.

Because they're always first
anywhere, and they know me,

and I think they trust me.

At least, I will get as close
to them as I can get.

You will join my brother, in Sicily.

You will join my brother, yes?

Yes, he's in command now.
It will make things easier.

Oh, he is in command now, actually,
because it was my idea.

I want you to write to him.
In code, of course -

I'm sure you have a code -

and I want you to tell him
to accept me and help me.

Everything for a reason. Always.

What? What reason?

Divert on a train to ask me
to make an introduction

to my famously charming
older brother,

so that he may serve the purpose
that I once served,

while I sit here and read about it
in letters from you both, hmm?

I never know when English people
are joking.

Well, this Scottish person
is certainly not joking.

Unless it is I, myself,
who is the joke.

David, what the fuck are saying?
He's your brother.

My older, calmer, more
sophisticated brother.

And while I rot in my cell,

you will do whatever is
necessary for the cause.

You fucking dare to talk to me
like that! You fucking dare!

I must go.

Eve...

..I'm sorry.

Andiamo!

OK.

Please, look, look at me.

I will write to him.

I will write to him.

I love you. Oh, God, I love you...

..and it fucking tortures me.

LOCK RATTLES

Il orario e scaduto.

Andiamo.

Aspetta!

Oh, God!

SHE SOBS

I will dig my way out
of here like a dog...

..and I will be with you.

I swear I will.

BELL TOLLS

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!
CHUCKLING

Paddy has found a bell to ring.

He wants us all to gather.

We survived 4am.

How? Aye, er, we got stood down.

That's why he's
hanging on a bell rope.

Like the lonely fucking hunchback
he is inside his soul.

BELL CONTINUES TOLLING

BELL STOPS
From now on, if you hear this bell,

that means I've had an idea...

..which mostly, for you,
will be bad news,

because I am not in
a good frame of mind,

and the only people for me
to take my fury out on is you.

So, my ideas tend toward
the devilish.

If you look across the square -

look there, that open doorway -

inside there is a foundry,

where invisible irons and
shackles are being forged,

keeping us imprisoned
in this wee fucking town.

And the officer who's perched by
that doorway is the blacksmith

who forges those irons.

Paddy, what the fuck
are you talking about?

Since we are stuck on this
church-infested slab of a rock

for who knows how long, we will
have to keep ourselves entertained.

I've already shot a cockerel,
Paddy, and there's goats.

That is to say

you'll be free to entertain
yourselves in the afternoons.

Because in the mornings,
before it gets too hot,

we, the men of the
Special Air Service, will train.

Ready for the moment
when the great chain-makers,

and holders and keepers,
and stand-us-DOWNERS,

are ready to put us once more
back into the barrel

of the British crossbow and fire
us into the heart of the enemy!

BELL RESTARTS TOLLING

Those of you paying attention
will know by now that that means

I've had an idea.
So, here is that idea.

Do you see yon mountain?

My idea is...we -
the men of the SAS -

are going to climb said mountain.

Jesus Christ!

Now, this town is deserted,
but the guide books say

you must take extra care of
your valuables at all times.

So we will be gathering
up all of our equipment,

and our pack, and our weapons,

and we will be carrying it all up
the mountain with us, on our backs.

I suspect some of you
will come to really dread

the tolling of the bell.

But fuck me, ring, it will -

until we are set free to be the
beasts we are in the noble cause.

Right, we move in ten.
No dicking about.

All right, you heard him. Move.

Paddy!
Are you coming climbing with us?

I've received a complaint
about your behaviour.

In the church. From the priest.

The priest who was drunk
in a blanket when I woke him up.

You hung your machinegun
on the shoulders of Christ.

You shot bullets inside the church.

Why did the drunken priest
complain to you?

I thought he and I had established
that I am the boss round here. Ah.

Perhaps he detected some indefinable
air of a more ancient authority.

The crown and pips on my shoulder,
and this...

..made him think he
could confide in me.

You're not fighting in the desert
any more, Paddy. You have to get

used to being around human beings.

My job is to take human beings
and turn them into animals,

or turn them into food for animals.

Paddy, when you get back
down the mountain,

there will be 150 new men here.

A whole new detachment is
being deployed to Augusta.

They're coming here to be trained.

Now, the plan was that you
would have been gone north by now

and there would have been no overlap
or potential for friction.

Obviously, there will now be
an overlap,

but there will be
no need for friction.

Why would there be friction?
Because you are you.

And because the new detachment...

..is called 2SAS.

The 2nd Special Air Service
Regiment.

PADDY LAUGHS

Yes.

They're men chosen from
the Commando units,

who fought in North Africa.
Men chosen by me

to replicate your achievements
and serve as backup.

So, the name SAS is stolen
for your own use,

while the men who made it famous are
hidden behind a more obscure title.

Yes, the universe is a conspiracy

against you, Paddy. No,
the universe takes care of itself,

as far as I see. It's those less
capable, but more fortunately born,

who seem to have an issue with me.

The new men have heard that
you'll still be here in town

when they arrive and they're rather
excited to see the originals.

"The originals". In actual
fact, you are their heroes.

And it's you who is in command of
this stolen regiment.

It was my brother, David,
who recommended that I take command.

And the ragged-arse servant
Finn Mac sucked his thumb...

..and said, "How do I just know
that this is going to end badly?"

If the Kids Are United
by Sham 69

We move!

Right, fall in.

Troop!

Troop!

Shun!

By the right, quick march!

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right, left,

right, left, right, left.

Do not lay your packs
down without my order.

We do not rest until we
have achieved our goal.

Paddy, we've been up
that fucking mountain

and we've come down
that fucking mountain -

that WAS our goal. No!

Our goal was spiritual.

You may not think it,

but I took yous up that mountain
for good fucking reason.

Our advance was postponed.

The Americans delayed us,

and the earth shook with my wrath!

So I led us all up the mountain,

and from the top, we
looked across Italy.

And from our high viewpoint,

we realised that there is a greater
strategy to which we are subordinate.

And in the cool mountain air,

didn't we accept that we are pawns

in a much bigger game?

And now, our fury has diminished.
Yes?

Yes.

Thus, we have achieved our goal.

DONKEY BRAYS

Reg has found his missus!

LAUGHTER

My back was breaking,
so I used my head.

Do you see this donkey?

This donkey represents
the philosophy that

I am trying to instil in yous all.

Reggie, where did you find
the cash to buy this beast?

From the collection tin
in the church, sir.

Even fucking better!

Initiative, followed by initiative.

And the prize,
one of nature's finest beasts.

"With monstrous head
and sickening cry,

"and ears like errant wings.

"The devil's walking parody,
on all four-footed things.

"The tattered outlaw of the earth,
of ancient crooked will.

"Starve, scourge!

"Deride me: I am dumb..."

GLASS SMASHES

Fucking hell! Get down! Get down!

Fucker up there!

Fuck is that?!
That was not a German carbine.

Nah, it's a shitty wee .22 rifle.

Fucking hell!

Get to fuck!

THEY CHUCKLE

BULLET WHIZZES

Riley!

What did he fucking say?

It's a quote!

A quote from who?

From you!

GUN FIRES

Educated guess,

I'd say we're sharing the beach

with the Sicilian Mafia.

Andiamo, ragazzi!

What the fuck is that?

Wait, Paddy! Leave it.

Look, if you shoot at it, we will
make enemies we don't need to have.

Paddy, we're on the same side,
for fuck's sake.

Have a look at the glasses, lad.

FIRES GUN TWICE

Ciao, Inglese!

Well...

..I don't know about
the rest of you, but

this beach
rather reminds me of Margate.

Fuck it.

I'm going for a dip.

Wa-hey-hey! Wa-ay!

By the way, Pad, they got
away with my pack, so technically,

that is still my donkey.

WOLF-WHISTLING

Wa-ay! Ha-ha-ha!

I'm coming!

Smile, chaps!

To be so terrifically
well-housed would almost be

something of an embarrassment
for my men.

It's our wish to welcome you
to Augusta.

Oh, thank you.

Here, allow me.

You are very different
to the other one.

Yes, we are.

Very different. He has made enemies.

The town seems empty,
but there are always eyes looking.

Well, he'll not be here much longer.

I've received new orders.

He and his men move
out in the morning.

MACHINEGUN FIRE

Fuck! I'm looking for
a man of the cloth.

And I am also looking
for a stolen donkey.

Let's find that glass of wine
and clear the air, shall we, Paddy?

That is them.

That is 2SAS.

That is who will come next.
Aye, when 1SAS are laid to rest.

So there ARE people here. It's a
very traditional island, Paddy.

There are sensitivities
regarding women and soldiers.

That's why they emptied the town.

This town fits me like
a vice around my skull,

and this priest here keeps
turning the fucking handle.

I feel very much
that you don't like me,

or don't like what I am,

or do not like God.
All of the above,

apart from the last.

To peace. To peace.

To submission of the vanquished.

I'm told this morning, on the beach,

they could have taken
your life twice.

They missed you on purpose.

It was a warning. They took some
things that don't belong to them.

Paddy...
CLEARS HIS THROAT

..Father Cavalli says
they want to meet to talk.

Before we embark for Sicily, we
were given an unofficial briefing.

We were encouraged to have
our units make contact with,

and make use of, organised
criminal elements on the island

of Sicily who were
persecuted by Mussolini.

This is a conversation
I no longer wish to continue with.

I am a soldier. And you're moving
out tomorrow, Paddy. New orders.

No-one wants you in Augusta any
longer than you have to be here.

Then I will go
and begin to prepare my men.

Wait there!

Attention!

Stand to fucking attention,
would you?!

I have been briefed to develop
strategic ties with the Mafia

on this island. I am passing
that briefing on to you

as a direct order. I think your
new boys deserve a glass of water.

It's awfully hot down there.

Before you move out tomorrow,
you will leave behind a legacy

of goodwill which the units who
follow will take advantage of.

You will meet them
and the Resistance.

You will break bread with them.

Tomorrow morning, before you pull
out, you'll meet them for breakfast.

Ahh...

There is a long table
that I will lay.

You will make peace, on behalf of
the entire British Army.

That is an order.

But first, you will recover
from the humiliating fact that

today, on a beach, they could have
taken your life, but chose not to.

Twice.

Your friends have a donkey and a pack

that belongs to one of my men.

You have one hour to tie it to the
railings of the Chiesa Madre church,

or I will come and
take it back myself.

Nel nome del Padre e del Figlio
e dello Spirito Santo.

Fucking langer.

DOOR CLOSES

And left... Shun!

And left... Shun!

Stand up...

East!

Parade...

Shun!

Would you like to inspect
the men, sir?

They've got me
bashing the square, sir.

Said they needed someone
who knew what the bloody hell

they were doing. So they resorted to
a spent old fucker like you?

Aye. Escaped a prison camp.

And in my relief and elation,

I foolishly volunteered.

But, Paddy, with respect.

Stand easy.

May I request that
you do what you can

to get me the hell out of this unit?

You have no faith in
the new incarnation?

Well, the issue, sir,
is that everyone involved in

this new regiment is sane.

Completely sane. Aye, I can see
how that would be hazardous.

They make considered decisions
and proceed according to logic, sir.

It's quite unnerving.

I have to go and
retrieve a stolen donkey,

and then have breakfast
with the Mafia.

Of course.

But after, I'll do what I can.

Thanks, sir.

Parade... Shun!

Last time. I can't do it.

You can do it. Come on!

Get aggressive.
Drive from your legs.

Come on.

Keep your back straight.

Lift, lift, lift, lift. I'm lifting.

See the legs? Look, look, look.
Here. And, up!

Father!

Excuse me, Father.

Can I speak to you, please?

In private.

Come.

Come.

Thank you for this, Father.

BELL TOLLS

Thank you.

I'm, um...

..sorry, Father,
I, I don't speak Italian.

I hope you can understand me.

God will understand.

What's your sin?

It can't be washed down with
brandy or wine.

I know, cos I've tried.

SNIFFLES

I still hear the voices, Father.

What voices?

Help! Please! Stop the boat!

They're leaving us to drown!

There was men in the water
and...and we could've saved them.

Please! Stop the boat!

I have a baby I've never seen!

Please, come back! Come back!

No!

We, we had room on our boats
and, you know,

we just went past them
and left 'em, like.

Why did you leave them?

We had orders, Father.

I still hear them orders
when I try and sleep at night.

You know, "Do not slow down.

"Do not come to their aid."

Yeah, we all hear the voices
at night, Father, you know.

I know that the other lads do
as well, but, you know, none of us

talk to each other about it, like.

Oh, yeah, we can't force them out.

HE SOBS

You know, we killed them poor lads.

You know, we left them.

I rang the bell to signify that it
is cocktail hour, Sergeant Kershaw.

You disturb the
Sacrament of Penance.

"Beware ye of false priests who
come to you in sheep's clothing,

"but inwardly are ravenous wolves."

Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 15.

Thank you, Father.

BELL TOLLS

La colazione e servita!

Very nice.

Keep your weapons at hand, boys.

Riley, translate any whispers.

McDiarmid, get your feet off
the fucking table.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

COCKS GUN

VEHICLE STOPS NEARBY

We are the Resistance.

Giustizia e Liberta Brigade.

From Syracuse and from the mountain.

Soldiers from the mountain.

OK.

We are the Special Air Service.

Beware of imitations.

Why don't you sit down?

We were told you invited others.

I was given orders
to break bread with the Resistance

and the people known as
the Cosa Nostra.

We are here, you are here...

But they are not here.

I rang the bell at eight.
Perhaps their timekeeping is poor.

They always arrive before
they are due. You work with them?

War blows you to strange places.

We're anarchists and communists.

They're scum.
As are we, as a matter of fact.

We were told
you are fighting together.

Until the war is over,
we will fight beside them.

Then we will see them hang.

One big happy fucking family
up there on the mountain!

Riley? Oh, the man in the fancy hat
here smells a rat.

Hey, darlin'. You know I've killed

11 men since I last saw a woman.

Is that it, Jock?

Is that your romantic approach?

If you like, we can
talk without them.

Paddy, listen...
Why don't you take a seat?

Paddy! If they are coming to
a rendezvous,

they always send children
ahead to check.

Calm.

Why don't you have
a fucking drink, hmm?

Riley? Man in the fancy hat says
he doesn't trust the priest.

I may shake his hand.

HE COCKS GUN

Paddy, what the fuck is this?

Do you not hear that? Listen.

LOW RUMBLE, CUTLERY CLATTERS

Hey! Hey! Listen! Listen!

OVERHEAD DRONE

Incoming!

THEY ALL SHOUT

Fuck!

Jock! On me!

Go! One, two, three!

They'll come back around!

Take positions!

Right, Jock... Take cover!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

PLANES QUIETEN

Here we go, hold! Hold.

Go!

Magazine in!

Loaded!

THEY ALL CHEER

Yes!

That Stuka is mine, huh? I claim it.

It's number eight for me.

You keep count?

I keep count.

Cosa Nostra
have no real allegiances.

For them, everything is personal.

They gave you up to the Germans.

What did you do to offend them, huh?

Paddy, the lady
asked you a question.

This breakfast was not my idea...

..but it has taught me a lesson.

Be selective about the
orders that you obey.

Oh, that was close, man.

Where's that priest? He's gone.

Gone where?

North, across the front line.

And he's with the Germans.
So, he set the breakfast table

and then called the Luftwaffe.

I smelt collaboration on his breath
under the wine.

Your commanding officer saw only
the crucifix. Well, then, you've

brought it on yourself, Paddy.

I heard about your behaviour in the
church. About my what? My behaviour?

If you let loose your magazine
in the desert, you kick up sand.

If you do it here,
people are watching.

And God is watching.

Look, you don't even hate.

Not really. You just... You get mad
and then you squeeze the trigger.

And then you make other people mad
to make your madness seem all right.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy,
that's fucking...

Speaking as someone who doesn't
usually give a toss,

you have to change, Paddy.

Someone has to make you change.

Be it God, or me...

..or the ghost of that Catholic boy

that you left buried in the desert.

I wish to speak with the Colonel

who ordered me and my
men into a deathtrap.

Hand that to Greville-Bell.
Dismissed. Yes, sir.

My order to you to break
bread with people who had

bad intentions was the result
of a misjudgment on my part.

I trusted Father Cavalli.
I was wrong.

You were right. I apologise.

I will accept your apology
on one condition. Ah!

I would like to request that
Staff Sergeant Almonds

is transferred to join my detachment.

Paddy, after the attack on
Cannizzaro, you will embark

for the mainland, where part of our
mission is about hearts and minds...

I need a man with Staff Sergeant
Almonds' specific capabilities.

Paddy, engage with what I'm saying.
I am engaging.

Staff Sergeant Almonds is
a religious man himself.

Perhaps he might be able to advise me
with regards to my behaviour.

Oh. Even just now,
he and I exchanged a few words,

and I am already
considering those words.

His advice to me is
that I must change.

You see, the problem with you,
Paddy, as well as everything else -

the good and the bad -
is that you are very, very smart.

I suck my thumb, you see, sir.

You use your deplorable
behaviour on this island

as an argument for stealing away
one of my best men.

No, it's the name of the SAS
that has been stolen.

Request denied, Major Paddy Mayne.

Now, you have one hour
to gather your troops

and fuck off north to Cannizzaro,

where the Germans, the Italians
and, most likely, the Sicilian Mafia

will be waiting for you.

Oh, I'd say one hour is
more than enough time for us

to organise our withdrawal from
this pretty wee seaside town

which, in many ways,
reminds me so much of home.

Sir.

Gosh.

Very good.

Woo-ho-ho-ho-ho!

LAUGHTER

This is Fascist Government
money, lads, remember that.

Fill your nets.

No pasaran, eh, Pad? Go on by.

OK, roll up, roll up!

Paddy! I thought the Resistenza

made us all look
a wee bit pedestrian...

LAUGHTER
..so help your fucking selves, like.

I, er, gave the donkey
the Freedom of the City,

and we left the churches alone,
Paddy, as per your orders.

Not my fucking orders.

That man's orders.

What did you tell your CO?

I told him that if he let me go...

..that I would take charge of
Paddy Mayne's mortal soul

till the day we reach Berlin.

Shook me hand and wished me luck.

Reg.

Johnny.

HE WHISTLES

Men of the SAS -

known to the uninitiated as the SRS -

can I invite you to welcome back
my good friend,

my conscience and my voice of reason?

Staff Sergeant Jimmy Almonds!

THEY CHEER

Hey, good man.

Cheers, lads.

Counting The Beat
by The Swingers

Give me those field glasses,
will you?

Yeah.

Oh, David!

when you're paranoid

and nothing else

about me

the beat

no place I'd rather be