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Guard, halt.

Handcuffs.

Left turn.

Corporal.

Come on, let's have you! Get fell in!

It's roll call! Let's have you!

Sergeant, check the other huts.
Quick march, double!

Come on! Move! Move!

Come on! Fall out for roll call,
or it's blood for breakfast!

Captain Schleutter's compliments
to Major Perry.

He will speak only to the Major.

The P.A.

Captain Schleutter, your men
will now fall in for roll call

and 25 of them will be handcuffed,
as previously ordered.

Your country started this
in violating the Geneva Convention.

Twenty-five British officers were shackled

in Ludwigsdorf Prison in Germany.

After roll call, we must handcuff
25 of your officers, Captain Schleutter.

How do you plan to do that, Major?

There are 600 of us and we don't agree.

You leave me no alternative
but to result to force.

Bloody man. I mean, can't he see?

There's nothing for it.

-Bring 'em up.
-Yes, sir.

Major Cox, bring those men up here.

Squad, mark time!

Squad, halt!

Sir!

Mr. Cox, enter barracks number one

and place Captain Schleutter under arrest.

Yes, sir! Gates!

Company, double march!

All guard towers.

This is Major Perry.

There is to be no shooting
unless a prisoner crosses the trip wire.

Is that understood?

Come out, you kraut swine!

Bastards!

Gas grenades in.

Come on! Double it up!

I want 12 men.
Six with me and six around the back.

Those men, pronto! Cover the other side!

Drop back and form a line!

Fix bayonets!

All guard towers.

There is to be no shooting
unless they cross the trip wire.

Soldiers, stand guard!

Move it up!

Hurry up! Get in there! Go round that side.

Close the gates!

Send your handcuffs
back to London, Major Perry.

Captain Schleutter,
I'm entitled by the Geneva Convention

to punish you and your men
for this incredible behavior!

You'll be confined to your huts
on restricted diet for 48 hours!

All privileges and electric power

will be curtailed for that period.

And at the end of that period

you will fall in for roll call in proper order.

As indeed you are now.

Send your handcuffs back to London
and stay out of our camp until you do.

Did you have relations with
an enlisted personnel, Captain Connor?

I did, sir.

She was willing.

Did you strike an officer
of His Majesty's Navy?

Not at all. I said something or other.

He gave me a sort of push.
It wasn't anything.

The police report called it
''Aggravated assault.''

Did it?

Your past record indicates that you were

drunk with four enlisted men
and absent without leave. . .

Six times.

Even though you are currently
awaiting orders for your next posting,

that is not a license
to ignore military regulations

and bring disgrace to the uniform.

Yes, sir.

It is within the authority
of this review board

to reduce you in rank
to the lowest commissioned rating.

However, we have been requested
to hold our decision in abeyance

by His Majesty's Intelligence.

-General Kerr wishes to question you.
-Ben Kerr?

So it's a balls-up again, Jack?

The army must be in a bad way
for generals, makin' you one.

-You've got that bit right at least.
-What's an editor do in the army?

Write stories about Hitler's sex life
and send 'em off to the newspapers?

We put corrupt and ill-assorted talents
like yours to work winning the war.

I've requested your transfer to Intelligence.

Why in hell you want to do that?

You're going to run
a P.O.W. camp in Scotland.

God, Benny. I'm not a policeman.

Damn good crime reporter, though.

You've been a chaotic bastard
for as long as I've known you.

But you have a perverse sort of genius
for setting things in order around you.

When you've a mind to.

I've a mind to go
on a holiday at the moment.

Well, that review board
will see that you get it.

Jack, I'm saving your royal Irish ass for you

and giving you the chance to do the sort
of job you've always been keen on doing.

Prisoners of war? I puke, sir.

Now get stuffed, Jack.

I need you. I need your
great nose to the ground.

The German prisoners, all top-line officers

have been raising a peculiar sort of
hell at McKenzie the past few months.

Other camps, relative quiet.

McKenzie, veritable state of siege.

Both War Office and Intelligence want
to find out if there's any connection.

Any link with the dear old Deutschland.

You have full authorization

to do what you must
to bring the camp around

and find out what we need to know.

A Major Perry's in command there.

The Captain tells the Major
how to run his camp?

I thought that would amuse you.

He'll be instructed to cooperate
with Military Intelligence and so on.

What about that review board?

Have you any ideas
how to keep them off my back?

I shall ponder the matter, old boy.

Can you give me something for diarrhea,
headache or constipation?

Yes, here he comes, Major Perry!

English. English.

Why are those boys fighting?

Why does that schoolmaster
not stop them?

Here he comes, Major Perry!

All the English have fat asses

Major Perry, Sergeant Cox

We would like to give them handcuffs

Put them in a six-feet box

When the war is gone and finished

And we win the victory

Deutschland then will be much bigger

England then belongs to you and me

When the war is gone and finished

And we win the victory

Deutschland then will be much bigger

England then belongs to you and me

We can stay in Camp McKenzie

For England then belongs to you and me

It's a bloody English music hall.

You make a lousy English lady, Schmidt.

She's too Jewish looking!

Neuchl, you should take the part.
You'd make a hell of an English lady.

Why not bring your friend, Berger,
up here to the stage

and do the sketch for us
like two English ladies?

Won't you?

Your position, Kapitan,
is not so to give me such insult.

My position as your
commanding officer is so,

to have you killed
for being a coward, if I must.

Are you not a coward?

You are a homosexual, are you not?

Sorry. Your English is poor.

Quite right, Mr. Cox. Fireworks night.

They're flaunting
the blackout regulations, sir.

Yes, celebrating my 48-hour punishment.

-We'll see to that, sir.
-You'll see to what?

You'll see to it that
we're all made fools of once again.

Will you move men in there
to enforce blackout regulations?

Jerry will have disappeared by
the time you get there, laughing at us.

Your men will get a few more
broken heads for their pains.

The bleeding krauts are lightin' up
the sky askin' for a raid, sir.

There's never been a raid within
100 miles of this desolate chicken farm!

Only alerts. I mean, why bomb this?

This understaffed, ill-manned outpost
of military mediocrities.

Thank you. That'll be all.

Make transport arrangements for
a Captain Connor coming up from London.

-The details are in the orderly room.
-Yes, sir.

Shall we finish the game, Mr. Hall?

As you like, sir.

Sorry.

I went a bit too far.

I'm damned if I know
what Whitehall expects.

''Don't move too aggressively. Thousands
of our chaps in German prison camps.''

And I quite agree.

''But can't you maintain
order there, Major Perry?''

And when I ask for troop reinforcements,
they send me a single Captain Connor.

''Let him have a look at the matter.''
I mean, oh, dear.

It's our Scottish contact.

He'll be waiting for Hochbauer
and Schmidt on the Glenfoyle Road.

Good.

English. It wasn't Berlin.

It was our friend here in Scotland,

and he agrees
to an earlier meeting with you.

Let's raise a little hell when
Perry tries to put on the handcuffs

and you can march straight off
and join the British army.

We used to have picnics here
when I first came. It was grand.

They were so lonely, the German lads,
and they were so nice.

Then they made the rule, I guess.
Closed the camp tight.

When was that?

About a year ago,
when the headmaster came.

The Major. Major Perry, that is.

When Major Perry came, sir.

Good morning, Captain Schleutter.

Thank you for the list
you sent me this morning.

But there are others of us
who speak excellent English.

The tunnel was begun
before you came here.

Your list, the 28 men who are to escape,
are all U-boat men.

None of my men.
None of Unger's engineers.

Yes, I've spent a very decent
holiday or two in Ireland.

What made you decide to suspend
the outside privileges for the Germans?

I felt that my predecessor had taken
too many liberties with regulations.

As a matter of fact,
Von Westhofen agreed with me. . .

The German senior officer in the camp
until his death last April.

Nice old boy, General Von Westhofen.

A great feeling for books.

Complete opposite of the young devil now
in command. You've heard of Schleutter?

Yes. What did the nice old boy die of?

-A natural death?
-Heart attack.

Morning.

Captain Connor's
been sent up from London.

He's to assist me
in analyzing the problems here.

When are you goin' to lift
your 48-hour siege, sir?

Tomorrow morning at reveille.

-Let's have a look inside then.
-I think not, Captain.

It would weaken the effect
of the punishment.

I should have a look around.

Captain, 12 men were seriously
injured in there yesterday.

If you go in, it's your responsibility.

Yes, sir.

-Does that phone go to all the towers?
-Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

This is Captain Connor speaking.

I'm comin' inside now.

Will you come along, Mr. Cox?

What do you suppose
Von Westhofen died of, Mr. Cox?

I expect it was as Major Perry said, sir.

I'd like your opinion on that.

Well, he always seemed
in the best of health to me, sir.

You think Schleutter got rid of him?

The bastard has control now.
That's all I know.

-Have you had any escapes?
-A few.

Most of them get picked up
in the local whorehouse.

A couple did make it across
to the Irish Free State.

Hell, you say. Horrible place to wind up.

There's only one way
to handle prisoners, sir.

Lock 'em up someplace so tight

that all they can do is eat, sleep and shit.

But the Geneva Convention
wouldn't abide it.

Do they have any workshops?

They can make almost
anything you care to name.

Made uniforms as good as new
for their top officers.

They've got the lot, tinkers, tailors.

-Candlestick makers, I shouldn't wonder.
-Did they make any guns yet?

We search, we try to surprise them.
We find nothing.

It turns out we always get the surprises.

-Is that Schleutter?
-Aye, number one barracks.

To be sure.

''Quiet Willi.''

His men aren't so quiet, though.
He's seen to that.

He's got more authority here
than he ever had on a U-boat.

I heard about his playin'
at war games yesterday.

-Exciting, was it?
-You're dead right, sir.

That's the mess hall up there.
Around the corner is the cooler.

The Major hasn't made
enough use of it yet, sir.

Are you irritated by this lot?

-I could do without them, sir.
-Quick march, then.

That's lovely topsoil, Willi.

Were you satisfied with
your turnip inspection, Captain?

Just grand.

You're not puttin' the dirt
from your tunnel there, are you?

Tunnel? You're old-fashioned, Captain.

That's right.

Yes, there must be a better way than that.

Attention, please.

This is Major Perry.

I am assigning Captain Connor

officer-in-charge
of roll call tomorrow morning.

He will supervise
the selection and handcuffing

of 25 German officers
immediately after roll call.

Thank you.

There must be a better way.

-Good evening, Mr. Cox.
-Good evening, sir.

-You ordered reveille at 0600 hours.
-That's right.

And C Company to fall out
with 25 handcuffs.

Right.

And call the fire brigade, will you?

-Fire brigade.
-Sir.

Divide them between the front two ranks.

Two to each rank.

Half left, wheel.

Right wheel!

This is Captain Connor speaking.

To all prisoners:
there'll be immediate roll call.

I repeat: There'll be an immediate
roll call and 25 men will be handcuffed.

Enter the barracks as previously instructed.

Move!

Nobody here, sir. Dead empty.
Mother Hubbard.

Same here, sir.

Proceed with caution.

Six men to hut two. On the double!

Move in quickly.

Get back!

Hey, you two men!

Get back!

Jerry's taking the bait.

Hurry!

Mr. Cox, turn it on!

Push them back.

Get that man!

Handcuff the bastards.

Mr. Cox, that'll do.

Off!

You seem to have won
an argument over handcuffs, Captain.

And you got all wet, Willi.

Have your men out in one hour for roll call.

I insist on visiting
your infirmary immediately

to see to the condition of my men.

Right after the roll call, Willi.

-And speak English.
-Okay.

I'm glad to be out too. But we
have to find our chum in Cathness.

What the hell is he sayin'?

I think he's unconscious, sir.

Swine.

When he comes around
I want to talk to him.

-Do whatever you have to.
-Do my best.

That man's in a very bad way.
Our chaps didn't have to go that far.

It wasn't them that did it to him.
It was his own lot. Damn near killed him.

Working off some private grudge, perhaps.

Sir, this just came.

Keep a close guard on him, Sergeant.
I don't want anyone near him.

-Captain Connor.
-Sir.

The Germans have taken
the handcuffs off our men.

-Yes, I knew about that.
-You knew?

I knew before I left London.

Then those men
must be unshackled at once.

Not just yet, sir.

Captain, I'm instructed to cooperate
with you, not relinquish my command.

Not at all, sir.

But you see, you must comply with
what the Intelligence mission requires.

And I didn't come here
just to put down a riot.

Are you formally requesting me
to contravene the Geneva Convention?

For a few hours is all.

Very well, Captain Connor.

I'm sure today's episode
can only redound to your credit.

Sir.

I want a complete list
of the numbers and injuries to our men.

Eighty present and correct, sir.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Sir, checked parade four.
All present and accounted for.

Parade, dismiss!

I have permission to check
on the condition of my men.

Yes, sir. Go inside, please.

These look like knife cuts.

He lost a lot of blood. Put him to bed.

Where's Neuchl?

-Does the music bother you, sir?
-Not at all.

It's a therapy, of course, sir.
Germans are fond of this kind of thing.

I've always collected
classical music because. . .

Have you any of that medical brandy?

Yes, sir.

Will you have a drink, Captain?

Do I understand you refuse me
the right to see one of my men?

-Just the one brandy, Corporal, please.
-Yes, sir.

Well, he doesn't seem to be
too anxious to see you.

He got away from those
brutes of yours, didn't he?

They nearly killed him.

He's under the care of the chief surgeon.

You Irish are just fabulous, Captain.

You really have got that
famous Irish imagination.

But your water sports this morning
made such a confusion.

Who knows what you saw?

I know what I saw.
I saw a man tryin' to escape.

I'm not contradicting you really, Captain.

You may have seen an attempted escape.

Is it not the duty of all prisoners to try?

-Sir.
-Thank you, Corporal.

Toscanini?

Furtwängler does it better.

By the way, the German camps have taken
the shackles off the British prisoners.

And we shall reciprocate very soon.

Of course, your lads
did quite a bit of damage.

We'll have to deduct that from their pay.

And that will be all for now, Captain.

You'll want to see your men.

And Captain,
deduct the damages from my pay.

-Thank you.
-You've done too much as it is.

Keep your eye on that one.
See that he leaves soon.

And don't let anyone else in
without my authorization.

There they are.

Take these books to the prisoners.
I've inspected them.

This is all the Kriegsmariners?

Yes. I separated them.

I don't read German all that well.

I don't even know
what the hell I'm lookin' for.

-What's that?
-Ewigkeit.

''My dear wife,
it has seemed like an eternity

''since last I kissed your bosom

''and slept with my arms entwined

''around your body.''

You read these horny letters all day?

-That's the function of the post office.
-It is?

''The turnip fields are growing, dear,

''and we are going to do
several plays by Shakespeare.

''I wish I had you with me now to put
my arms around and feel your bosom.''

Bosom, bosom, bosom.

Why do they put that
Roman numeral in the date?

-What date?
-The date has a Roman numeral in it.

-You ever notice that?
-I never noticed that before.

He's got that queer little German seven

and the one and the two,
but it starts off with a Roman numeral.

We're gonna get us a code man
down here from London

and have him take a look
at these horny letters.

Get back to bed! Do you hear me?

Look out! They've got a hostage!
Get back to your beds immediately!

Have I kept you waitin', Willi?

It's your prison, Captain.
We follow your orders.

You have imposed
your kind of order, haven't you?

-Did you know him well?
-No.

What's his name? You know that.

Rupert Neuchl.

You have it on your hospital report.

I mean, he must have regained
consciousness during the day.

He hanged himself.

Do you want to write that
to his family, or should I do it?

It won't be necessary.

-Why'd he hang himself?
-He was weak.

He was a homosexual. Why do you ask me?

We asked everyone else in the ward.
They didn't see anything, of course.

You're the commanding officer.
Why'd he die?

Captain, he died under your custody.

I smell cognac, I think.

You smell Irish whiskey, I think.

-There you are.
-Thank you.

It's a pity the corpse
never enjoys the wake.

A hell of a nice fellow to talk to, though.

Here's to you, Rupert.

Your German. . .
You're pronouncing it very good today.

You're pronouncin'
your English very good too.

Where'd you learn English, Willi?

Bremen UnterZeeboot Academie,
10 years ago.

-How old are you?
-Twenty-seven.

You must've had a couple of years in the
Hitler Youth Camp then, with some luck.

A lot of luck.

Two years.

And you?

Me what?

-I mean, how old?
-I'm 44.

-Still very much alive.
-I'm quite well, thanks.

I mean, your new command
is very much impressed.

One of those nice elderly
British guards told me today

you were a hell of a journalist.

That's true. I'm a hell of a journalist.
I could make you famous, Willi.

Now why don't you tell the lively old
crime reporter why the man's dead?

You expect me to tell you
that I killed him, and why?

No, you don't have to.

I can see your pleasure in the kill.

Can you?

Perhaps you can see somebody
who believes in the war,

who believes in his people, his leaders.

We kill in a war for those things, huh?

But maybe you don't.

I mean, you're Irish and
you're a captain in the British army.

That same British army that has killed
your own Irish people for centuries.

What do you really believe in?
What kind of order?

What laws do you obey?

Well, I obey as few laws as I have to.

And I'm not much of a one for order.

It has to be, I suppose,

but there's order
and then there's order, isn't there?

Death is a kind of order, isn't it?

I mean, Neuchl there, he's all in order now.

But, Willi, that's an awful
lot of shit about your people.

You've killed two of them that I know of.

That's not true.

You killed him and you probably killed
your commanding officer as well.

And for that, I'm goin' to see you hang.

You enjoy killing too, huh?

-Mr. Cox.
-Do you not, Captain Connor?

See that the Captain's escorted
back to his quarters, if you please.

Gate, gentlemen!

That's our contact.

Can I give you boys a lift?

What are they writing
home about, Lieutenant?

I can't really tell yet.

It's a question of assembling
the basic code pattern. As you see. . .

-When will you know anything?
-Hard to say.

Could be a day, could be a week
if there are variations.

But we don't have to wait for a decoded
message to know that we have trouble.

Obviously Schleutter's at the center of it.

We must transfer him to Blackpool.

-I need him here a bit longer.
-You need him?

He's at the center, but of what?
I can't find out if he's in Blackpool.

Have you met any resistance
in the barracks, Mr. Cox?

Nothing? Good.

Well, inform me directly
if anything at all happens.

Yes. Thank you, Sergeant Major.

Come in, Captain Connor. I think
you ought to know we're onto something.

Thank you.

It appears that 28 submariners
are due to escape.

There's a U-boat coming to pick them up.

''U-841 available. Assign 28 men.
Location, date agreeable.''

-What's the location and date?
-We checked all the letters.

Specific time must've been set before
in something they received earlier.

It doesn't matter.
We'll move in now and break it up.

There's got to be a tunnel. We'll pull
every barracks apart until we find it.

Lieutenant, could you excuse us
a minute, please?

Go and have a cup of coffee or something.

What if we were to let 'em go?

Then we could follow and find out where
the rendezvous is and land the sub.

How'd Willi like that?

Permit the escape?

The tunnel's got to come up
within 50 yards of that fence.

All we have to do is put patrols
out there, see where they come through.

We keep radio contact.

Then we inform the military and civilian
police all the way out to the coast.

Then we nab the sub and the whole lot.

My job is to run this camp
and account for the prisoners in it.

And curiously enough that doesn't
include letting 28 of them escape

to further your military career, Captain.

Under my instructions at this moment,
our men are searching German barracks.

-Perry.
-It's Major Perry, Captain!

I'm your superior officer
and you will respect the rank.

I don't give a damn about
your bloody rank, or anyone else's.

I got sent up here to do a job.

I'm supposed to find out
what's behind that break.

If you don't like what I'm doing, call
General Kerr and have him relieve me.

Now bring the men back
and stop that search.

The War Office has given you
a unique authority here.

I suppose I must yield to it.

Even though I believe you
to be mistaken and an arrogant fool.

I'll give the order, Captain.

Then I'll phone London
and have them remove one of us

from this intolerable situation.

Search has been called off.
Everything back.

Why give up the search, Captain?

Sir! There's something in here
you ought to see, sir.

And this one's just been sick, sir.

Mr. Cashman, we'll have a roll call.

Yes, sir. Carry on, Sergeant.

-How long have they been away, Willi?
-Who?

I want the names
of these two that escaped.

Sorry. I didn't know them personally.

-Mr. Cox. . .
-Sir!

Seal off the barracks until further orders.

It's very likely to be a long roll call, Willi.

Soldier!

I want to speak to Sergeant Major Cox.

Captain Schleutter gave us the names
of the two men who escaped.

He's instructed his men
to stand by for roll call.

Why the hell does he bother
to knuckle under now?

I'll get identifications on the wire, sir.

Guards. Open the barracks and
let the bastards in out of the rain.

Pour us a drink, Mr. Cox.

Take some of that from the stores
and give it to the lads outside.

Thank you, sir.
The old sweats'll appreciate that.

In the morning get me that friend
of Neuchl's. What's his name. . .

-Lieutenant Berger.
-Yes, sir.

Help!

Guards! Come on out of there!
Come on. Move, move!

Let's have you! Go look on the other side!

Come on!

-Which one?
-I don't know.

Hello, towers. Which one?

Barracks 3. Looks like
the whole damned thing caved in.

Thanks.

Bloody hell!

Come on. Out of the bloody way!
Move! Out! Out!

Right. Let's get through this rubbish.

Patrols Able, Baker, Charlie, keep in
radio contact with me and the main gate.

Give us an axe.

Get an axe and smash the other door down.

Get this lot back in their beds
and count 'em.

Get the men back to their beds for a check.

Six dead so far, sir.

Find the damned tunnel.

-What the hell's going on now?
-I don't exactly know, sir.

-Number three's roof's collapsed.
-The roof's collapsed?

Yes, sir.

Captain Connor's up there now, sir.

Is he? Has he checked round
his exterior patrols?

-Not as far as I know, sir.
-Do that now.

Drive on.

You men get the stretcher.

I'll see if they've got the count, sir.

Sergeant, get back down to the main gate
and get a three-tonner for the wounded.

-Have you got the count yet?
-Not yet, Major.

Only 10 dead, Connor.

Thirty-seven not accounted for.

I think we've located the tunnel, sir.

Hold it. It's collapsed.

Yes, sir. Ten dead.

Another 27 trapped
when the tunnel collapsed.

Presumably Captain Schleutter
was with them.

No, sir. It'll take several hours of digging.

It needn't have happened. I'm sending
you a complete report in a few hours.

No, sir. He hasn't accomplished a thing.

You may inform General Kerr
that Captain Connor's mission here

has been a fatal mistake.

Good night, sir.

Nothing, sir. Not a bloody one of them!

Base Station Five. This is Connor.

Give us a police frequency.

Roadblock in position on A85.

Police report no suspicious traffic
on the B828

and continue mobile patrols north.

All units.

Per the McKenzie break, escaped
prisoners should be considered armed.

All units station traffic, please copy.

Northeast of Perth and Aberfeldy,

east to Dunfermline,
south to Falkirk,

southwest to Glasgow, west to Inverary.

The following roadblocks will go
into effect in the immediate area.

Number 33 between McKenzie and Stirling.

This is Glengarry police.

We require extra mobiles
to maintain watch on coast road.

Glengarry police, over.

North Shore coast guards.

Coastal Command.

We have no response
from northern moorland's road net.

Presumably still in effect
from the Southern Lochs

as far north as Loch Glenny.

Case section at Clough here.
All units please reply.

Please, repeat, all units.

-Sir! General Kerr's arrived.
-Oh, God.

-What happened?
-Balls-up, sir. Simple as that.

Nothing simple about it.

Worse than what happened at
Bowmanville Camp in Canada last year

and Whitehall thought that was a disaster.

Perry's made a full report to top staff.

I don't blame him.
I could have prevented it.

That's dead right. Now,
let's get back, shall we, old chap?

I don't care what
the priority classification is.

I want three more aircraft.

You're damned right I do.

Coastal Command say there
are several thousand miles

of naturally camouflaged coastline
around Scotland

and how in the hell can they cover it all.

Northern moorlands road net. . . Nothing.

There's another call for you, sir.

I'm afraid it's essential
to use civilian police, sir.

-Important?
-Aye.

Go ahead.

There's a truck on the A828.

Explosives with a police motorcycle
escorting it.

No, sir. Explosives are under
the ministry of Fuel and Power.

The escort duty our men
are assigned to is never

for industrial or mining purposes
during wartime.

-We never assign men for...
-Thanks very much.

Base Section, this is Zero 468.

I'm over Ballachulish.
All clear, turning south.

There's an explosives truck
with a motorcycle escort

heading north on Highway B828.

Stay up there. Don't move in close.

Roger.

They're either goin' for
the Firth of Lorne or else Loch Linnhe.

And they're gonna lead us right to the sub.

Straight away. Splendid.

It has to come to the surface
and move in to the beach, doesn't it?

Yeah, but if we miss them, we've had it.

Bag them now and call that good.

-I have lost contact with the truck.
-Ben, for God's sake.

It's the reconnaissance pilot.
He's lost contact.

Lost contact

Suggest immediate police surveillance
north on Highway B828.

-I'll get a plane myself.
-I'll arrange transport, sir.

Where are you men going?

Just going to make
our Yank visitors comfy, Dad.

Load of furniture

for the C.O. at
the new American base at Mahaddie.

Look.

Even a shower attachment
for the silly bastard.

It's five shillings.

Heave up the tail! Good man.

Won't be able to see
a bloody thing after dark.

This is White Lady 7.

You are on a navy frequency, Flight 43.
I have no authorization...

I know that. I'm just tellin' you
the sub will surface and sit there.

Have any idea where that might be?

Hell, no. If I knew, I wouldn't be guessin'.

Now what the hell?

Do you see that? Go on down there.

Burning rubbish I should say, sir.
No sign of anything else.

Go on ahead.

This is White Lady 7.

I've just completed a sweep
of grid 16 X-ray.

Sunset in 18 minutes.

Will turn for home at that time.

E.T.A. , 1930.

Out.

We have no flight plan for you,
Flight 43. Return to base.

-I say, you're not authorized.
-Where'd you get an idea like that?

-Flight Control.
-They're pullin' your leg.

Make another run offshore like
a good fellow and I'll get you a medal.

There's the sub. Jesus, that's it!

White Lady, this is Flight 43.

Sub's off the point about a mile.

About a mile! U-boat on the surface.

Engine, full ahead.

Go on down there. Buzz the hell out of 'em.

Throw us a line!

Will you get in there. It'll submerge on you!

Looks like we've been hit, sir.
Better find a place to put her down.

Asdic reports lost contact with U-boat.
Request another sweep.

This is White Lady 7 calling Madam.

U-boat submerged 1924.

Bearing 045 off course head point

and boarding four prisoners
who were abandoned.

Will continue asdic sweep
on 19 degrees aft from grid 13 easy.

Request assistance.

General Kerr calling Captain Connor.

Come in, Connor.

This is General Kerr
calling Naval Frequency 453.

Willi, looks like we're both
in the shit house.

General Kerr calling Captain Connor.

Come in, Connor.