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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.

Given them a new, 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.

Help! Help!

I've a baby I've never seen! Stop!

Stop the boat!

Stop!

Paddy, we've got room.

- Cut him loose, or I shoot him! - No!

- I'm sorry, lad, I'm sorry. - Don't do that! Don't...

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.

♪ Vinni la primavera ♪

♪ Li mennuli su 'nciuri ♪

♪ A mia 'nfocu d'amuri ♪

♪ Lu cori m'addumò ♪

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 folktale

about the Salmon of Knowledge?

No, Paddy, I don't know the Irish folktale.

Basically, a wee tale that explains

why the common man like you and I...

are smarter than those highborn

sons of bitches who try to rule over us.

Not really in the mood for folktales 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 Finnegas 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 Finn Mac, and he said, "You cook this frigging fish,

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

"--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, Finn 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, Finn 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.

♪ She can be rich or she can be poor ♪

Grenade! Shit!

♪ But I gotta tell you, baby, there's no turning back 'cause ♪

♪ I've got no time ♪

♪ I've got no time ♪

♪ For messing around ♪

♪ So, come on now ♪

♪ You consider, and you make your stand ♪

♪ You can take your little lover by your hand ♪

♪ You can run around, jump up and down ♪

♪ But you don't get me, I won't be your clown 'cause ♪

♪ I've got no time ♪

♪ Come on now ♪

♪ I've got no time for messing around ♪

♪ Messing around with you ♪

Move!

- Turn around. - On your knees!

Schnell!

Get on the ground.

Up you get. You're too young to smoke.

Get down!

Leave no stone...

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, Paddy.

Jimmy.

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. - Yes, sir.

Right, listen in. We rest here tonight,

then at first light we press north...

Sláinte!

Booze, food, no people.

At first light, we press north to Cannizzaro

to secure the Castello railhead as per our orders.

Cannizzaro will be defended, so go easy tonight.

Eat what food you can find.

We move out at 0400.

So, get some bloody sleep for Chrissakes.

Take cover.

Basement shelters, I'd say.

And keep your bleeding eyes peeled, all right?

Reggie, go take a wee look around.

Here.

Really, Paddy?

I just wanna 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 youse 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 better come.

He speaks English but not very well.

- 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--they wanted me to stay

to give the Americans a message.

- We are not American. - Paddy!

- Oh, for fuck... - What is your message?

They--they wanted me to stay to--to see that you are welcome!

They want to help the Americans.

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

Yeah.

Who is your message is from?

The message is from Cosa Nostra.

Paddy, in New York and Chicago, they are 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 who 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.

You, you, you... You look like the boss.

Aye, right, I am the boss.

Capo di 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 de Capo 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 4:00 a.m.,

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.

Whoa! Paddy! Paddy!

No!

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 gonna go for a walk.

See if I can't find me a bank.

Oh, crap.

All right, there?

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've 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 were 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 4:00. - No, you don't, Paddy.

You don't move out at 4:00.

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 forgiveness.

♪ Tipitipitin ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪ - ♪ Tipitipiton ♪

♪ Oh, oh, che cos'è l'amore, solo questo cuore ♪

♪ Bella, ti può dir ♪

♪ Tipitipitin ♪

♪ Tipitipiton ♪

♪ Tipitipiton ♪

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... 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,

and I took a train from Geneva.

Okay, 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? - Uh, four and a half.

- So, we have time. Help me. - You mean, the whole thing?

"The whole thing" sounds very English.

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, and 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. - Jesus!

This is the most insane construction!

♪ È l'acre odor d'un fiore? ♪

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

I can wait.

- I'll tell you afterwards. - Oh, absolutely.

Afterwards.

♪ Tipitipiton ♪

Right, okay.

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.

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

And 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's I, myself, who is the joke.

David, what the fuck are you 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.

Okay.

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.

Oh, God.

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

And I will be with you.

I swear I will.

Cock-a-doodle-doo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Paddy has found a bell to ring.

He wants us all to gather.

We survived 4:00 a.m.

How?

Aye, er, we got stood down.

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

Yeah.

Like the lonely fucking hunchback he is inside his soul.

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 at 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!

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 guidebooks 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.

On time, lads, you heard him. Move!

- Paddy. - 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 machine gun 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.

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 anymore, 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 a 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've been gone north by now,

and there would've 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 second Special Air Service regiment.

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 gonna end badly?"

We move! Come on!

♪ For once in my life, I've got something to say ♪

Right, fall in.

Troop! Shun!

By the right, quick march!

Left, right, left, right!

Left, right, left, right, left!

Right, left, right, left!

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They will never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They will never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They will never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They will never be divided ♪

♪ If the kids are united ♪

♪ They will never be divided! ♪

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 youse up that mountain

for good fucking reason.

Our advance was postponed.

The Americans delayed us,

and the earth shook with my wrath!

And 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.

Reg has found his missus.

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 youse 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...

Fucking hell!

Get down! Get down! Fucker up there!

Fuck is that?

That was not a German carbine.

No, it's a shitty wee .22 rifle.

- Fuck that! - Fucking hell!

Get to fuck!

Riley!

What did he fucking say?!

It's a quote.

A quote from who?!

From you!

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.

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.

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

technically that is still my donkey.

Come on, Paddy!

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.

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.

Those 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...

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.

Eh...

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.

Amen.

Fucking langer.

And left... shun!

And left... shun!

Stand at... ease!

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?

I... 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 retrieve a stolen donkey

and then have breakfast with the Mafia.

- Of course. - But after, I'll do what I can.

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.

Thank you.

I'm, um...

Sorry, Father. 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, 'cause I've tried.

I still hear the voices, Father.

What voices?

Help!

- Please! Stop the boat! - Please stop!

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

Please! Stop the boat!

- I've a baby I've never seen! - Please come back!

Come back! No!

And 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.

I, er...

I can't force them out.

You know, we killed them poor lads.

You know, we left 'em.

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.

La Colazione è servita!

Very nice.

All right, boys?

Looks lovely.

- Fantastic. - Yeah.

Keep your weapons at hand, boys.

Riley, translate any whispers.

McDiarmid, get your feet off the fucking table.

We are the Resistance.

Giustizia e Libertà Brigade.

From Syracuse and from the mountain.

Soldiers from the mountain.

Okay.

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 8:00. 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.

-Non lo so. - 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... darling.

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.

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

Riley?

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

I may shake his hand.

Paddy, what the fuck is this?

Do you not hear that? Listen.

Hey! Hey! Listen! Listen!

Incoming!

Take cover!

- Jock! On me! - Go!

- One, two, three! - They'll come back around!

Take positions!

- Right, Jock. - Take cover!

Shit, shit, shit! Shit, shit!

Here we go, hold! Hold!

Fire!

Magazine in!

Loaded!

Yes!

Fucking yes!

That Stuka is mine, huh? I claim it.

- It's number eight for me. - Do you keep count?

I keep count.

We're okay?

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.

Andiamo.

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.

And then you brought it on yourself, Paddy.

I heard about your behaviour in the church.

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.

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 death trap.

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 misjudgement 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'm 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.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

This is Fascist government money, lads. Remember that.

Fill your nets.

- "No pasarán," eh, Pad? - Go on, boy.

Okay, roll up, roll up! Let's all pass it down.

- Whoo-hoo! - That's it, yeah!

♪ Why? ♪

♪ Oh, why, why? ♪

♪ 'Cause I said so ♪

Whoa! What's this, Paddy?

I thought the Resistenza made us all look a wee bit pedestrian.

So help your fucking selves.

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.

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!

Hey, good man.

Cheers, lads!

Let me have those field glasses, will you?

Yeah.

♪ I look at it burn ♪

♪ I look into your eyes ♪

♪ Don't know where to turn ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I'm gonna drift into that void ♪

♪ I'm flying through space, I'm an asteroid ♪

Oh, David.

♪ ...when you're paranoid ♪

♪ I'm thinking about you and nothing else ♪

♪ Think about you, you think about me ♪

♪ Thinking about you, I'm counting the beat ♪

- ♪ I'm thinking about you ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

- ♪ I'm thinking about me ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I'm thinking about just you and me ♪

♪ La-dah-dee-dee, there ain't no place I'd rather be ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ Uh-uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-uh-oh ♪

♪ I'm bleeding to death ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- ♪ On a cloudless day ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- ♪ A three-four heartbeat ♪ - ♪ Oh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- ♪ A-waltzing away ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪