All language subtitles for Tobruk.1967.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

North Africa, September, 1942,

the darkest hours.

The world watches as Adolf
Hitler's high-stepping Africa corps

sweeps onward
to Egypt and the Suez canal

while the British, our strength
dissipated by defeat,

make a desperate attempt
to regroup at El alamein.

Two years have passed
since the fall of France.

France, now officially neutral,
lives under Nazi domination,

and the French city of Algiers
is a port of embarkation

for British, Italian,
and German soldiers

caught and interned
by the French.

Bon soir, capitan. Bon soir.

D'accord.

Allez.

Allez. Allez.

UN canadien. Cinq italiens.

Allez.

Arrétez!

You will come with us, major.

Ain't you forgetting
this is neutral territory?

Bruckner, kommenze hier.

Sorry. We have no tea.

Perhaps you'll settle
for chocolate?

Not even name, rank,
and serial number?

Very well.

Name, Donald Craig.

Rank, major,
long range desert group.

Serial number, 762513.

Born Montreal.

Studied topography,
Quebec, London.

Did graduate work, royal
school of mines, Kensington.

Worked three years
for standard oil.

Shall I continue, major?

What is my mother's name?

Elizabeth.

Father, John foster Craig,
retired, lives in Vancouver.

Your reluctance to talk
is understandable.

If I had been forced to escape

across 300 miles
of enemy-held desert

and if, after all of that,

I'd been captured
by French authorities,

I, too, would be embarrassed.

Herr hauptmann. H m?

Very British of you, major.

Before you go any further,

take a look at your escort.

I'm sure you can recognize

an English fighter
when you see one.

Who are you?

Special identification group.

S.i.g.

I thought they were all...

Jews, major.

Yes, we are,

German Jews serving
with the British.

However, as Germans,

we still have our uses.

French will think
this was a Nazi raid.

Have more respect
for the enemy, major.

What's all this?

Haven't you seen a
ruddy airplane before?

Get on with it!

Lieutenant boyden, signals.

Welcome to kufra, major,
such as it is.

Colonel harker is expecting you.

I would hope so, lieutenant.

I would certainly hope so.

Yes, sir, of course.

Come along, then.
The colonel's waiting.

Colonel harker, sir.

Major Craig and captain
bergman reporting.

Oh, thank you, boyden.

Captain bergman.

Hello, Craig.
Good of you to come.

I'll get right to it.

Some time ago, you
submitted a plan to staff

outlining a proposed raid

on the German fuel
bunkers at tobruk.

In its infinite wisdom,
staff turned my plan down.

Things do have a way of
changing, though, don't they, major?

Rommel is 90 miles from Suez.

Every shell, every
gallon of petrol he gets

has to come 300 miles
from tobruk.

The r.A.F. Is doing its best,

but still too much
is getting through,

so we're gonna have a go
at rommel's source of supply.

Did I say something
to, uh, provoke humor?

Staff has a genius
for sitting on its brains

and coming up
with perfect hindsight.

Would you care
to expand on that?

When I submitted the plan,

we could have blown up their
fuel bunkers with a handful of men.

How in the hell are we supposed
to get through their defenses now?

Drive through, major,

disguised as prisoners of war,

guarded by captain
bergman's personal Africa corps.

The plan is still
basically yours,

but now it will be
maximum effort,

land, sea, and air.

Colonel, could you direct me
to the nearest bus stop?

Hmm.

We're here.

Tobruk here.

Your primarily responsibility
is to route our convoy

through 800 miles of the worst
desert the Sahara has to offer,

right into the back door
of tobruk.

And that is why we went
to so much trouble...

And it was no lark,
you know, major...

To bring you halfway
across north Africa.

I didn't ask
for the trip, colonel.

I've been here before.
Precisely.

Staff believed that your
practical knowledge of the terrain

is essential to the
success of our mission.

That is your job, major.

Ours begins when we get there.

After we've knocked out
their harbor gun installations,

we link up
with naval assault troops,

destroy the fuel bunkers,
and evacuate by sea.

Their heavy guns
are here at mersa cove.

It's suicide.

It's orders.

How many days do we have?

Eight.

Impossible.

Impossible or not,

it will be done and on schedule.

Do I make myself clear, Craig?

Welcome aboard, major Craig.

We don't get many volunteers.

Keep your eyes and ears
open around the Jews.

Little trust's all right,

but there's no point
in overdoing it.

Six years in Palestine
taught me that.

And for your information,

I'm the genius
with perfect hindsight.

I never doubted it, colonel.

We leave in one hour.

Lieutenant boyden
will see to your needs.

Oh, major Craig.

Don't let personal
differences of opinion

interfere with our operation.

I understand, colonel,

but I'd like you
to bear one thing in mind

when and if we reach tobruk.

My mother didn't raise
any heroes.

A ruddy work of art, Matey,

if'n I do say so meself.

Save the jerries the trouble
of repainting if we're taken.

Now, that's a cheering thought.

Handsome.

Come on. Come on. Get cracking.

Never get the Victoria
cross for admiring yourselves.

It's charing cross
we're after, sir.

I think Dolan's feeling a
touch of the sand, sar major.

You'll be feeling a touch of
my boot if you don't hop to.

This is Libya, not London.

What the ruddy hell?

Ooh, I got a cold feeling down the
back of me neck just looking at 'em.

What kind of bleeding mission
are we going on, anyway, sir?

You'll know when you're
supposed to, not before.

Meaning you don't know
either, eh, sar major?

All right, all
right, what is this?

Get a move on, all
of you! Come on now!

Sergeant major!

Sir!

Do you have your orders
regarding my men?

We're to have no
dealings with you s.I.G.

Unless otherwise
instructed, sir.

See that those orders are
complied with, sergeant major.

Sir!

Taking orders
from a ruddy kraut.

What's this bleeding war
coming to?

If my father in Tel Aviv

could see me here now,
fighting for the British,

he would take back
my bar mitzvah.

War and politics, mohnfeld,
they always mix.

Well, just the same,
if he ever finds out,

he'll give me another bris.

Well, now we know
how the Italians must feel

with their German allies, huh?

And the English will throw
us to the wolves just as quick.

If we let them.

Get the men ready, sergeant.

You got bullets
in that thing, mate?

Talkative bleeder, isn't he?

We're supposed
to be prisoners, Alfie.

You know the orders.
No fraternizing.

Who's fraternizing?
I only asked him

if he's got bullets
in that chopper.

I don't want him to take his
playacting too much to heart.

00h, "an opportunity," he says.

Who says? The judge.

"I'm giving you the chance
to serve your country

"and to come back to society
as a respectable citizen."

Cobblers.

You wouldn't want to be
back in London, Alfie,

not with all them bombs
the jerries are dropping.

Ah, doin' us a favor.

All they ever hit is
hospitals and churches.

They wouldn't hit Brixton
prison in a hundred years.

Cor, it ain't half-hot.

Oi! It's like a
bleeding roller coaster!

Whoops!

Bruckner!

Wohl? Kommen sie.

Enemy column, tanks!

Italians, sir.

Huh. No flanking scouts.

If we were an attack force,

they'd have little chance.

They should clear us
by a thousand yards.

Unless they alter direction.

Lieutenant boyden. Yes, sir.

I want every man
armed and ready. Sir.

You know, when you
come to think of it,

Brixton prison's
really a nice place.

You're getting soft
in the konk, Alfie.

Walls eight feet thick,

a regular bleeding bomb shelter.

Oh, if I could get my hands
on that judge,

sending innocents
to the slaughter.

Innocents?

Bacon behind.

With the whole damn Sahara,

and they have to stop here.

What is it, sar major?

More company, sir,

over there on the other side.

They must be German.

The Italians are too fond
of comfort to travel this late.

Their sentries
haven't seen 'em yet.

Take what men you need, bergman,

and make sure they don't.

Bruckner, kommen sie.

What do you estimate the range?

2.000 yards, maybe a bit less.

Twice the effective
range of our mortars.

I'll get the range finder.

And prepare mortars.

Everything all right?

Everything okay?

Lieutenant boyden, sir, if
you don't mind me asking,

what's the old man
up to now, then?

A lovely scheme, Alfie.
A lovely scheme.

He's going to start up
a bit of fighting

between the Italians
and the Germans.

Well, how's he gonna
do that, then, sir?

First we open fire
on the Germans.

Then our mortars
hit the Italians.

Now, the Italians see the
German column, and vice versa,

so both of them get to thinking

it's the British
on the other side

that's doing all
the firing, you see.

And they get themselves
a bloody battle going.

Right. Blimey, do you
think we'll make it, sir?

Know any good prayers, Alfie?

Range?

800.

Sar major. Sir.

Tell Mr. Boyden to open fire.

Sir.

Attacco! Attacco!

Gentlemen...

It's time we were moving.

It's like a bloody furnace.

Cheer up. It'll get worse.

What the devil are you doing?

We were making
excellent time on the flats.

Why head into this area?

We left our calling card back
there in the wadi, colonel.

It won't take the Germans
long to find us.

Exactly why speed
is our best advantage.

They know that, too.

That's why they'll be spending
the major part of their time

scouting kalanchoe flats
while we cut through here.

Do you realize what
you're suggesting, major?

Yes, sir.

But it's a German minefield.

That's right,

where they're not
likely to look for us.

I don't like it.
We're turning around.

Do that, colonel, and you'll
reach tobruk as a real prisoner.

It's out of the question.

Colonel harker, you went
to an awful lot of trouble

to Shanghai me in
on this mission.

If you're not gonna
follow my advice,

what the hell am I doing here?

You can't take heavy transport

through that
without mine detectors.

Why are you telling me? You
brought me along to tell you.

All right, major, tell me.

Thank you, sir.

Bring up that halftrack!

This time of the year,
the wind is from the south.

It blows for months at a time,

forming a sand cushion
at the base of the slope.

By keeping to the slope,
the deep sand

will act as a pillow,
dispersing our weight.

Our heaviest piece
is a halftrack.

If it can make it,
the others can.

No, the lorry wheels
would bog down,

but the halftrack, with
its treads, can maneuver.

But how do you propose
to get the lorries through?

This is an old mine field,
colonel.

The sand covering the mines
has had plenty of time to settle.

By keeping to the slopes,

I'll be able to see the
depressions over the mines.

So you intend to clear the way

and pied Piper us through?

That's right.

Sar major tyne! Sir!

Rig a drag from the lorries

with benches and
camouflage netting

to wipe out our tracks.

Sir.

It may not be so simple.

The Germans often set
their mines in tandem.

Try to move one,
and you could trigger a dozen.

It's very effective.

That's why the rest of you
will wait behind me.

Behind us, major.

You can't drive and watch
those depressions of yours.

Suit yourself. You know
how I feel about volunteers.

Stay to the left.
Stay to the left!

It's digging in.

Goes any deeper, we're going
to blow up your whole theory.

Keep to the high side.

Stop!

Wait here.

My pleasure.

He looks so calm,

you'd think he
was planting daisies.

Yeah, one wrong tickle
with that bayonet,

and we'll be
pushing up the daisies.

Does he expect to dig up the
whole damn Sahara on his own?

Sar major tyne.

Sir.

Get some men with bayonets,

and follow me, will you? Sir.

What have you got your
fingers in your ears for?

What have you got
your fingers in your ears for?

I can't stand
the sight of blood.

Then why don't you put
your hands over your eyes?

Well, I want to see
what's going on, don't I?

Yeah.

I've got some men coming up.

That won't be necessary.

Give that first one
a burst, bergman.

Down!

It'd bejust our luck
to strike oil.

Next one.

We can move on down, colonel.

Major...

We can move on down.

They didn't teach us that
at sandhurst, sir.

Look under
Bangalore torpedoes, boyden.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Get cracking!
There's a schedule to keep!

All right, boy?

Yeah.

Any complaints?

How about some more sugar

for the cocoa, sergeant major?

You've had your rations,
and you know it.

Grub all right?

Oh, it's wonderful.

Any complaints? No, sir.

Grub all right? Lovely.

How's your arm?

Oh, fine.

Ah, make good use of it, boy.

All right.

Sir.

Trouble?

Carburetion's off.

Oh.

Can say one thing
for the Germans.

They certainly know
how to build an engine.

Doesn't cost much, either,
when you use slave labor.

200 Jew-power, major.

We all know
what's going on in Europe.

Well, if you do,

if you really do,

there must be a little
of the Jew in you.

Well, they say there's a
little of the Jew in everyone.

A little of the Nazi, too.

Your war's gonna last a lot
longer than mine, captain.

It's 2,000 years old now.

For the first time since Jesus,

we began to think
and feel as a people.

The days of the wandering
Jew are coming to an end.

We're going home.

Palestine?

Israel, major.

Israel.

It's where we began.

Anyone looking for
trouble in the future

will know where to find us.

Good evening, major.

Take cover!

You bloody fool!

We're British!
God sakes, we're British!

Open fire!

Sergeant major tyne. Sir!

Form a burial party,
and see to the wounded.

Sir!

You four, over here
at the double!

Come on, move!

We'd better be moving soon
as the burial party's finished.

Why waste the time? A few feet
of sand won't make any difference.

You heard the order.

That smoke
can be seen for miles.

Look, bergman, if you
have any complaints,

take 'em to the colonel,

or find yourself a rabbi.

It's no use, sir. It's had it.

The emergency transmitter?

It's dead.

It was in lorry three.

Our orders were not to break
silence except in emergency.

Cairo will assume we're
proceeding as scheduled.

Let's see that we do.

Tuareg.

Hold your fire.

There's one, there's more.

Wouldn't be the first time
they'd attacked a column.

English columns, colonel.
This is German.

Craig.

I'll find out what he wants.

Sergeant, your tunic and cap.

They have two prisoners.
They want guns.

Blast. We'll have to go along.

It wouldn't look right
otherwise.

German prisoners.
That's all we need.

Craig.

Agree.

Cover me.

Krug.

Look at 'em.

I wish I had me rifle.

Cor, I wish I had me camera.

Salamu alaykum.

Wa'alaykum salam.

Trust an arab to argue.

Achtung!

Oberleutnant krug!

Salam.

Well, what was that
little display all about?

A bargaining point, colonel.

He settled for 10 rifles
and some ammunition.

The prisoners?

British?

Father and daughter.

They wanted to be taken
to the Germans.

It's absolutely essential

we reach Cairo
as quickly as possible.

If we don't, this campaign,

as well as the war itself
will be vitally affected.

You expect me to believe this

from someone found
wandering in the desert?

Father and I left Von
helmstadt's headquarters

in Benghazi three nights ago.

We were to be
dropped outside Cairo

and met by resident agents.

Our plane had to make
a forced landing.

The pilot was killed.

Poor chap broke his neck
when we hit.

Tribesmen found us
the following day.

Well, if you are
what you say you are,

certainly you agents had some
means of identification, hmm?

There! Signed by
field marshal! Kesselring

acting for the fuhrer himself.

That paper is an agreement
between the reich

and a group of important
Egyptian army officers.

For certain considerations,

they will rise against the
British in a holy war at Jeddah.

The signature and seal below
are the grand mufti of Jerusalem's,

one of the most powerful men
in the moslem world.

With Egypt on our side,

we have every reason to believe

the rest of the moslem
world will follow.

Captain, the Turks alone

can put four million men

into the war against Russia.

Exactly, and once
rommel takes Cairo,

the army and the grand mufti

will move against the British.

If you will only contact
Benghazi, captain,

they can have a plane
here within hours.

Regrettably our radio was
destroyed by a British fighter.

Then you must provide a vehicle

and escort us immediately
to the nearest base.

Are you presuming, herr Portman,

to give orders
to a German officer?

But I explained.

Indeed you did.

And now you will leave
the rest to me.

Our destination is tobruk,

and that is our nearest base.

Make our guests
comfortable, mohnfeld.

Of course, captain.

Mohnfeld.

Odd name for a German officer.

We can't all be named
schmidt, fraulein Portman.

We've been aware of
an anti-royalist faction

in the Egyptian
military, but this...

I will do the honors, gentlemen.

That uniform's
a disguise, bergman.

Don't carry it too far.

Shooting the girl
wouldn't trouble the Nazis,

if that's what
bothers you, herr colonel.

What bothers me
is going into action

with officers who make
rash and thoughtless moves.

The portmans think
this is a German column

transporting British prisoners.

I want them to continue
in that belief.

When we reach tobruk,
colonel, what then?

This paper and the
portmans guarantee our entry.

Is that all, colonel?

No, captain bergman,
that is not all.

While you serve under me,
I will expect you

to conduct yourself
as a British officer.

You will at all times
obey my orders,

no matter how disagreeable
they may seem to you.

That is all, captain.

I can understand his feelings.

You flatter yourself, major.

Their only emotions are
based on percentages.

Eight men were killed today.

Five of them were bergman's.

How does that fit in
with your percentages?

Craig!

Dismiss.

May I tell you
something, colonel?

You may.

You're a real joy.

Come on, lad. Sit up.

Vier,

drei,

eins. Wohl.

Good evening, corporal.

I think I'll take a short walk.

Ich spreche kein englisch.

Das ist verboten.

Good night, corporal.

Gute nacht.

At 13:00 tomorrow,
we move on tobruk.

If all goes well,
we should be in position

to take the harbor defense
guns by 20:00 hours.

Our attack coincides with
a massive raid by the raf.

At 21:30, naval units
will shell the harbor

while assault troops
come ashore to link with us.

Our primary objectives
are the fuel bunkers here.

Colonel...

If we can't reach the guns,

how do we warn off the Navy?

Jerry has a large transmitter

here in the center of the city.

Let's hope
it won't be necessary.

And if it is necessary,

where does that leave us?

We revert to your
original plan, major,

do what damage we can to
rommel's fuel supply, make a run for it.

Well, I don't mind
running, but to where?

If we're not rescued
by sea, we don't get out.

I'm aware
of that possibility, major.

That's why we have an alternative
pickup down the coast at sallum.

That's a long way to go with
the Germans on our backs.

If we're captured,
it means a p.O.W. Camp.

What about bergman's men?

They can't let
themselves be taken alive.

I'm quite sure that captain
bergman and his s.I.G.

Gave that very careful
consideration before they volunteered.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Bergman.

I thought you Jews
were supposed to be smart.

Enemy propaganda, major.

Why in the hell
didn't you speak up in there?

What reason?

There's no Geneva
convention for us.

Begin thinking of death,

and you're no longer
sure of your life.

It's a Hebrew proverb.

A dead martyr
is just another corpse.

What in god's name
drives you people?

Perhaps his name is enough.

God and colonel harker.

The colonel is a soldier
of the old school

and has old-school attitudes.

He doesn't care much for us.

We don't care much for him,

but he'll be there
when we need him.

Let's hope they both will.

Good night, major.

Don't turn your head.

Who are you?

A friend.

Then why hide?

Shh. Listen carefully.

My life as well as yours
is at stake

if we are discovered.

This column is not
what you think, herr Portman.

You mean captain bergman
and the others are not German?

Jews, s.I.G.

Their prisoners are commandoes,

members of
the long range desert group.

The tobacco.

The tobacco
that sentry was smoking,

our troops haven't
had anything like it

since the beginning of the war.

Who the devil are you?

That is not important.

Your mission is,
and these men know about it.

You must get word to tobruk.

But how?

Two kilometers
from here due west,

you'll will find a marker
of stones in the sand.

Buried in the sand
six meters north of that marker

is a telephone cable
connecting jalu with tobruk.

Now...

Turn carefully...

And look.

In the cistern,
you will find a field phone,

a pair of camouflage capes,
and a weapon.

Who are...

If all this has been arranged,

why haven't you sent for help?

I cannot risk leaving the camp.

Once you contact tobruk,

they can have an armored
column here within hours.

And if I refuse?

The iron cross
will still be yours...

Posthumously, herr Portman.

Turn back to the wall.

Do not move for 30 seconds.

Bruckner.

UN telefono militari.

Revolver inglese.

Lo sono il tenente agostino...

Capitano bergman...

Andiamo.

How did they get that telephone?

It's very simple.

One among us is the enemy.

Oberleutant.

Feldwebel.

Achtung!

Still stehen!

Order your men
to unload their weapons.

I must refuse
to give that order, colonel.

Sergeant major tyne.

Sir!

Disarm these men.

Sir.

Come on, lads.
You, come with me.

That's more like it.
I never did trust 'em.

Once a Jerry, always a Jerry.

Once a thief, always a
thief. That right, Alfie?

Ah, come off it, Dolan.

Who else do you think
let them spies escape?

Captain bergman,

you have two hours
to deliver your traitor.

Try not to move, miss.

There's a plasma tube
in your arm.

Braithwaite. Sar major.

Get the colonel on the double.

I'll get the mo.

The message,
did you get through?

Answer me.

You left her alone?

Sir!

It's bolted, sir!

Break it in!

No one inside, sir.

Sergeant major! Sir.

The cistern.

Cyanide.

I've seen it often enough.

You'll find your spy
right down the shaft, colonel.

Who is it?

I don't know.

It's very dark down there.

I found the sentry
at the cistern stabbed,

but the traitor
was still in the tunnel.

Bruckner.

Impossible.

I've known him for 10 years.

You said yourself
the girl died from cyanide.

His suicide tablet's gone.

Here, sar major, look at this.

Cor, what a mess.

It's a diabolical Liberty.

You know what they
say, braithwaite.

Lightning never strikes
in the same place twice.

That tunic could be
your lucky charm.

He's got his share of
blarney, I can tell you that.

Well, boyden,
what do you think of that?

Very convincing, sir. Thank you.

I'd like a word
with you, colonel.

Excuse us, please.

Sir.

All right, major. Get it off your
chest, and you'll feel better.

Do you realize what'll happen

if your men are taken
in those uniforms?

They'll be executed.

And that doesn't
bother you at all?

It's a calculated
and most necessary risk.

I've given orders to return
ammunition to the s.I.G.

I'm also assigning armed
British troops in German uniforms

to cover each lorry.

How does bergman feel
about that?

This is not
a popularity contest!

I don't give a damn what
anybody thinks of my actions,

least of all a dozen-odd Jews.

They're all bruckners
when the chips are down.

You pass judgment
on people quickly, don't you?

Just like that, and heads
are supposed to roll.

Well, I've never considered dying
for a cause, no matter how noble,

and I'm not about to begin now.

Frightened, major?

You may have ice water

running through
your veins, colonel,

but I have blood,
and I need every drop of it.

The way I see it, we have two
chances of coming out of this,

a poor one and a slim one.

Yes, Craig, from the beginning

your boundless enthusiasm
has been an inspiration,

but I'm getting rather weary

of being the cross
that you have to bear.

Don't flatter yourself, colonel.

I have trunks
full of crosses to bear.

Feeling better, major?

We leave in 10 minutes.

Headhunters.

Field police.

Is that necessary, lieutenant?

I hope not, herr oberleutnant.

Sorry, mate. Orders.

Keep pace with them,
50 yards back.

Colonel, this road takes us
through tobruk, and then it branches.

To the right
is a prison compound.

To the left is mersa cove.

Well...

You're an officer.

Clear the way.

Congratulations.

The radio tower is behind us.

Colonel, I think I'd like
to put in for a transfer.

Half the Africa corps.

The fox has done it again.

While the British lion slept.

Gentlemen, the
importance of our mission

is even graver
than staff realized.

That's doesn't solve
the problem, colonel.

Our men are gonna land
expecting light opposition,

and they're gonna run into
rommel's total reserve strength.

They must be stopped.

We have to take
that transmitter.

And alert Jerry?
For all we know,

staff may have scrubbed
the mission already.

So we just sit back and wait?
Exactly!

If it has been canceled,

we won't have given
ourselves away.

What can a handful of men
do against two full divisions?

We can try, major.

If those tanks reach El alamein,

the Germans have Egypt.

They may have the lock,

but we have the key.

Without fuel,
Jerry goes nowhere.

You don't look too well, major.

Not surprised to hear it.

We'll have to have a word
with the admiralty about this.

I thought tobruk was
under naval blockade.

Someone forgot
to tell the Germans.

There's our objective,

rommel's underground fuel dumps.

Easy to see why aircraft
had such little effect.

Hauptmann.

Papiere, bitte.

Ja, ja...

They've located the
communications cable.

The bunker can be cut
off from the city anytime.

While we go for the guns,

two detachments will
take out those pillboxes.

Right on schedule.

And right into a meat grinder.

Boyden... sir.

The air raid's your cover.

Take what men you need,

and go for
the Jerry transmitter.

Send an open signal to Cairo.

Cancel landing.
Repeat, cancel landing.

And advise staff
of the kesselring paper.

Yes, sir.

Colonel harker.

If lieutenant boyden
should be stopped,

he doesn't speak German.

Volunteering, mohnfeld?

It would improve
his chances, sir.

All right. Hey.

Are you all right?

Oh yeah, I'm lovely.
Let's do it again.

That's more like it,
my boy. Come on!

Sir.

Sir.

He's dead.

Hurry up. They'll be
all over us in a minute.

Lift him up.

All right.

I'll open the door.

Got him? Yes.

Quick. In here.

Down, Alfie.

Cor, that was a whisker away.

What do we do now, Alfie?

Good question, mate.

First of all, unload
these Jerry uniforms.

My mother didn't bring me
up to be shot as a ruddy spy.

Lord love us!

What's the matter, man?
Are you hurt?

I'm dead and gone to
heaven, Dolan. Look in there!

Here. Look. English
pound notes. Millions of 'em!

British paymaster
wrappers, Alfie.

The jerries must have grabbed it

when they took tobruk
from our boys.

Well, we better grab
it back, haven't we?

Here, now. Wait a minute.

You've got it wrong.

We weren't gonna
Nick this money.

We're up next, major.

It's 21:30. Do you think
boyden got through?

The landing is still on.

The barges are coming in.

Sar major tyne. Sir!

Take the halftrack and four
men up the approach road.

Use the aldis lamp to
turn those barges back.

Keep flashing as long
as you can, Jack.

It's our last chance.

Sir.

Pronto! Pronto!

Satchel charge.

Out!

Flare pistol. Sir.

Good try, sir.

Seems to have lost
the old magic, what?

Regroup below!

Apri. Presto.

Heil Hitler!

Colonel harker.

Craig.

They're coming in.

Get down to the beach!

They're gonna need
all the help they can get.

Jerries!

Halftrack, open fire!

Get the bastards.

They're turning back.

The sergeant major got through.

Thank god.

Take cover under the cliffs!

Bloody tanks!

They would have chopped
our barges to pieces.

We're just not going anywhere

with those damn tanks up there.

They've pinned us here
until their infantry moves in.

I think I can get
up there, colonel.

Still determined to be
a martyr, aren't you?

I never did believe we'd
get through this so long.

Besides, German hospitality
does not appeal to me.

You pull those tanks,

and I'll give you the fuel
bunkers as a going-away present.

Best offer I've had all day.

Krug.

I'll take three men.

The rest of you
stay here with major Craig.

Shalom.

Shalom, captain.

I wish you luck, bergman.

I mean it.

We're both going
to need it, colonel,

but don't steal any of mine.

Mazel tov.

Major!

They're coming down!

Achtung!

Flammenwerfer.

All right, lads, at the double.

Oberleutnant!

We gotta take that tank.

My pleasure.

No, let me have that.

Want that tank operational.

Field knife.

Dig in!

Hard left, sergeant!
Take her through!

88 on the left. Let's get it.

Ready.

Ready.

Pump station off to the right.

We'll hit the top level first
and then work our way down.

Get us out of here, sergeant,
before we blow up with it!

Good lord.

With any luck,

we've seen the end of
rommel's push to the Suez.

Colonel harker.

Your continued resistance

will only result
in a futile loss of lives.

I ask you to surrender.

He knows your name, sir.

And our situation.

We've done
what we set out to do.

My compliments, colonel.

I have your assurance
that our wounded

will receive
prompt medical care?

The best we can provide.

As soon as you surrender the
kesselring document, colonel harker.

Mohnfeld.

The name is Von kruger.

Von kruger, need I
remind you of protocol?

This is an intelligence matter.

Then it wasn't bruckner.

What I told you was the truth,

with one slight alteration,

that you found me in the tunnel.

The paper, please.

As soldiers,
we have few saving graces.

Perhaps our willingness
to die for what we believe

is all that matters.